Quentin Tarantino's

MR. WHITE

We think we got a rat in the

house.

MR. PINK

I guarantee we got a rat in the

house.

MR. BLONDE

What would ever make you think

that?

MR. WHITE

Is that supposed to be funny?

MR. PINK

We don't think this place is safe.

MR. WHITE

This place just ain't secure

anymore. We're leaving, and you

should go with us.

MR. BLONDE

Nobody's going anywhere.

Silence takes over the room. Mr. Blonde stops moving.

After a few beats the silence is broken.

MR. WHITE

(to Mr. Pink)

Piss on this turd, we're outta

here.

Mr. White turns to leave.

MR. BLONDE

Don't take another step, Mr.

White.

Mr. White explodes, raising his gun and charging towards

Mr. Blonde.

MR. WHITE

Fuck you, maniac! It's your

fuckin fault we're in so much

trouble.

Mr. Blonde calmly sits down. He looks to Mr. Pink.

MR. BLONDE

(referring to Mr.

White)

What's this guy's problem?

MR. WHITE

What's my problem? Yeah, I gotta

problem. I gotta big problem with

any trigger-happy madman who

almost gets me shot!

MR. BLONDE

What're you talkin about?

MR. WHITE

That fuckin shooting spree in the

store.

MR. BLONDE

Fuck 'em, they set off the alarm,

they deserve what they got.

MR. WHITE

You almost killed me, asshole! If

I had any idea what type of guy

you were, I never would've agreed

to work with you.

MR. BLONDE

You gonna back all day, little

doggie, or are you gonna bite?

MR. WHITE

What was that? I'm sorry, I

didn't catch it. Would you repeat

it?

MR. BLONDE

(slowly)

I said: "Are you gonna bark all

day, dog, or are you gonna bite."

MR. PINK

Both of you two assholes knock it

the fuck off and calm down!

MR. WHITE

(to Mr. Blonde)

So you wanna git bit, huh?

MR. PINK

Cut the bullshit, we ain't on a

fuckin playground!

(pause)

I don't believe this shit, both of

you got ten years on me, and I'm

the only one actin like a

professional. You guys act like a

bunch of fuckin niggers. You ever

work a job with a bunch of

niggers? They're just like you

two, always fightin, always sayin

they're gonna kill one another.

MR. WHITE

(to Mr. Pink)

You said yourself, you

thought about takin him out.

MR. PINK

Then. That time has passed.

Right now, Mr. Blonde is the only

one I completely trust. He's too

fuckin homicidal to be workin with

the cops.

MR. WHITE

You takin his side?

MR. PINK

Fuck sides! What we need is a

little solidarity here.

Somebody's stickin a red hot poker

up our asses and we gotta find out

whose hand's on the handle. Now I

know I'm no piece of shit...

(referring to Mr.

White)

And I'm pretty sure you're a good

boy...

(referring to Mr.

Blonde)

And I'm fuckin positive you're on

the level. So let's figure out

who's the bad guy.

Mr. White calms down and puts his gun away.

Mr. Blonde returns to the persona we saw at the beginning,

talking about Madonna.

MR. BLONDE

Well, that was sure exciting.

(to Mr. White)

You're a big Lee Marvin fan,

aren't you? Me too. I don't know

about the rest of you fellas, but

my heart's

beatin fast.

(pause for a beat)

Okay you guys, follow me.

Mr. Blonde hops out of his chair and heads for the door.

The other two men just follow him with their eyes.

MR. WHITE

Follow you where?

MR. BLONDE

Down to my car.

MR. WHITE

Why?

MR. BLONDE

It's a surprise.

Mr. Blonde walks out.

13 EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

Three cars are parked out front. Mr. Blonde is walking

towards the car he drove. Mr. White and Mr. Pink are

walking behind. The Camera is HANDHELD following behind

them.

MR. PINK

We still gotta get out of here.

MR. BLONDE

We're gonna sit here and wait.

MR. WHITE

For what, the cops?

MR. BLONDE

Nice Guy Eddie.

MR. PINK

Nice Guy Eddie? What makes you

think Nice Guy's anywhere but on a

plane half way to Costa Rica?

MR. BLONDE

Cause I just talked to him. He's

on his way down here, and nobody's

going anywhere till be gets here.

MR. WHITE

You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why

the fuck didn't you say that in

the first place?

MR. BLONDE

You didn't ask.

MR. WHITE

Hardy-fuckin-har. What did he

say?

MR. BLONDE

Stay put. Okay, fellas, take a

look at the little surprise I

brought you.

Mr. Blonde opens up the truck of his car. A handcuffed,

uniformed POLICEMAN is curled up inside the trunk.

MR. BLONDE

So while we're waitin for Nice Guy

Eddie, what say we have a little

fun finding out who the rat is.

INSERT: TITLE CARD "MR. BLONDE".

14 INT. JOE CABOT'S OFFICE - DAY

We're inside the office of Joe Cabot. Joe's on the phone,

sitting behind his desk.

JOE

(into phone)

Sid, I'm tellin you don't worry

about it. You had a bad couple of

months, it happens.

(pause)

Sid, Sid, Sid...Stop, you're

embarrassing me. I don't need to

be told what I already know. When

you have bad months, you do what

every business man in the

worlds does, I don't care if he's

Donald Trump or Irving the tailor.

Ya ride it out.

There's a KNOCK on Cabot's office door.

JOE

Come in.

One of Cabot's goons, TEDDY, opens the door and steps

inside. Cabot covers the receiver with his hand and looks

towards the man.

TEDDY

Vic Vega's outside.

JOE

Tell him to come in.

Teddy leaves.

JOE

(into phone)

Sid, a friend of mine's here. I

gotta go.

(pause)

Good enough, bye.

He hangs up the phone, stands, and walks around to the

front of the desk.

Teddy opens the office door, and TOOTHPICK VIC VEGA walks

in.

Toothpick Vic Vega is none other than our very own Mr.

Blonde. Vic is dressed in a long black leather seventies

style jacket.

Joe stands in front of his desk with his arms open.

The two men embrace each other. Teddy leaves, closing the

door behind him.

JOE

How's freedom kid, pretty fuckin

good, ain't it?

VIC

It's a change.

JOE

Ain't that a sad truth. Remy

Martin?

VIC

Sure.

JOE

Take a seat.

Joe goes over to his liquor cabinet. Vic sits in a chair

set in front of Joe's desk.

JOE

(while he pours the

drink)

Who's your parole officer?

VIC

A guy named Koons. Craig Koons.

JOE

How is he?

VIC

Fuckin asshole, won't let me leave

the halfway house.

JOE

Never ceases to amaze me. Fuckin

jungle bunny goes out there, slits

some old woman's throat for

twenty-five cents. Fuckin nigger

gets Doris Day as a parole

officer. But a good fella like

you gets stuck with a ball-bustin

prick.

Joe walks back around his desk and sits in his chair.

Vic swallows some Remy.

VIC

I just want you to know, Joe, how

much I appreciate your care

packages on the inside.

JOE

What the hell did you expect me to

do? Just forget about you?

VIC

I just wanted you to know, they

meant a lot.

JOE

It's the least I could do Vic. I

wish I coulda done more.

(Joe flashes a side

grin at Vic)

Vic. Toothpick Vic. Tell me a

story? What're your plans?

VIC

Well, what I wanna do is go back

to work. But I got this Koons

prick deep up my ass. He won't

let me leave the halfway house

till I get some piece of shit job.

My plans have always been to be

part of the team again.

There's a KNOCK at the door.

JOE

Come in.

The door opens and in walks Joe's son, Nice Guy Eddie.

Vic turns around in his seat and sees him.

EDDIE

(to Vic)

I see ya sittin here, but I don't

believe it.

Vic gets out of his seat and hugs Eddie.

EDDIE

How ya doin, Toothpick?

VIC

Fine, now.

EDDIE

I'm sorry man, I shoulda picked

you up personally at the pen.

This whole week's just been crazy.

I've had my head up my ass the

entire time.

VIC

Funny you should mention it.

That's what your father and I been

talkin about.

EDDIE

That I should've picked you up?

VIC

No. That your head's been up your

ass. I walk through the door and

Joe says "Vic, you're back, thank

god. Finally somebody who knows

what the fuck he's doing. Vic,

Vic, Vic, Eddie, my son, is a fuck

up." And I say "Well, Joe, I

coulda told you that." "I'm

ruined! He's ruining me! My son,

I love him, but he's taking my

business and flushing it down the

fuckin toilet!"