Quentin Tarantino's

What in Sam Hill is goin on?

Mr. Pink and Mr. White speak together.

MR. PINK MR. WHITE

Hey, Nice Guy, we got a You're askin what's goin

cop. on? Where the fuck is

Joe?

Nice Guy sees Mr. Orange.

EDDIE

Holy shit, this guy's all fucked

up!

MR. WHITE

No shit, he's gonna fuckin die on

us if we don't get him taken care

of.

MR. PINK

We were set up, the cops were

waiting for us.

EDDIE

What? Nobody set anybody up.

MR. PINK

The cops were there waitin for us!

EDDIE

Bullshit.

MR. PINK

Hey, fuck you man, you weren't

there, we were. And I'm tellin

ya, the cops had that store staked

out.

EDDIE

Okay, Mr. Detective, who did it?

MR. PINK

What the fuck d'you think we've

been askin each other?

EDDIE

And what are your answers? Was it

me? You think I set you up?

MR. PINK

I don't know, but somebody did.

EDDIE

Nobody did. You assholes turn the

jewelry store into a wild west

show, and you wonder why cops show

up.

MR. BLONDE

Where's Joseph?

EDDIE

I ain't talked to him. I talked

to Dov. Dov said he's comin out

here, and he's fucking pissed.

MR. PINK

(to Mr. White)

I told ya he'd be pissed.

MR. WHITE

(pointing to Mr.

Orange)

What are you gonna do about him?

EDDIE

Jesus Christ, give me a fuckin

chance to breathe. I got a few

questions of my own, ya know.

MR. WHITE

You ain't dying, he is.

EDDIE

I'll call somebody.

MR. WHITE

Who?

EDDIE

A snake charmer, what the fuck

d'you think. I'll call a doctor,

take care of him, fix 'm right up.

No, where's Mr. Brown and Mr.

Blue?

MR. PINK

Brown's dead, we don't know about

Blue.

EDDIE

Nobody saw what happened to Mr.

Blue?

MR. BLONDE

Well, he's either dead or he's

alive or the cops got him or they

don't.

DOLLY to MEDIUM on the cop.

EDDIE (OS)

I take it this is the bastard you

told me about.

(referring to the

cop)

Why the hell are you beating on

him?

MR. PINK

So he'll tell us who the fuck set

us up.

EDDIE

Would you stop it with that shit!

You beat on this prick enough,

he'll tell ya he started the

Chicago fire. That don't

necessarily make it so. Okay,

first things fucking last, where's

the shit? Please tell me somebody

brought something

with them.

MR. PINK

I got a bag. I stashed it till I

could be sure this place wasn't a

police station.

EDDIE

Well, let's go get it. We also

gotta get rid of all those cars.

It looks like Sam's hot car lot

outside.

(pointing to Mr.

Blonde)

You stay here and babysit Orange

and the cop.

(referring to Mr.

Pink and Mr. White)

You two take a car each, I'll

follow ya. You ditch it, I'll

pick you up, then we'll pick up

the stones. And while I'm

following you, I'll arrange for

some sort of a doctor for our

friend.

MR. WHITE

We can't leave these guys with

him.

Meaning Mr. Blonde.

EDDIE

Why not?

Mr. White crosses to Mr. Blonde.

MR. WHITE

Because this guy's a fucking

psycho. And if you think

Joe's pissed at us, that

ain't nothing compared to how

pissed off I am at him, for puttin

me in the same room as this

bastard.

MR. BLONDE

(to Eddie)

You see what I been puttin up

with? As soon as I walk through

the door I'm hit with this shit.

I tell 'm what you told me about

us stayin put and Mr. White whips

out his gun, sticks it in my face,

and starts screaming "You

motherfucker, I'm gonna blow you

away, blah, blah, blah."

MR. WHITE

He's the reason the place turned

into a shooting gallery.

(to Mr. Pink)

What are you, a silent partner?

Fuckin tell him.

MR. PINK

He seems all right now, but he

went crazy in the store.

MR. WHITE

This is what he was doin.

Mr. White acts out Mr. Blonde shooting everybody in the

store.

MR. BLONDE

I told 'em not to touch the alarm.

They touched it. I blew 'em full

of holes. If they hadn't done

what I told 'em not it, they'd

still be alive.

MR. WHITE

That's your excuse for going on a

kill crazy rampage?

MR. BLONDE

I don't like alarms.

EDDIE

What does it matter who stays with

the cop? We ain't lettin him go.

Not after he's seen everybody.

You should've never took him outta

your trunk in the first place.

MR. PINK

We were trying to find out what he

knew about the set up.

EDDIE

There is no fuckin set up!

(Eddie takes charge)

Look, this is the news. Blondie,

you stay here and take care of

them two. White and Pink come

with me, 'cuz if Joe gets here and

sees all those fucking cars

parked out front, he's going to be

as mad at me as he is at you.

Eddie, Mr. White and Mr. Pink walk out of the warehouse

talking amongst themselves.

22 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY - MR. BLONDE AND COP

Mr. Blonde closes the door after them. He then slowly

turns his head towards the cop.

MR. BLONDE

Alone at last.

C.U. COP'S FACE.

MR. BLONDE (OS)

Now where were we?

COP

I told you I don't know anything

about any fucking set up. I've

only been on the force eight

months, nobody tells me anything!

I don't know anything! You can

torture me if you want--

MR. BLONDE (OS)

--Thanks, don't mind if I do.

COP

Your boss even said there wasn't a

set up.

MR. BLONDE (OS)

First off, I don't have a boss.

Are you clear about that?

He SLAPS the cop's face.

MR. BLONDE (OS)

I asked you a question. Are you

clear about that?

COP

Yes.

MR. BLONDE (OS)

Now I'm not gonna bullshit you. I

don't really care about what you

know or don't know. I'm gonna

torture you for awhile regardless.

Not to get information, but

because torturing a cop amuses me.

There's nothing you can say,

there's nothing you can do.

Except pray for death.

He puts a piece of tape over the cop's mouth.

COP'S POV

Mr. Blonde walks away from the cop.

MR. BLONDE

Let's see what's on K-BILLY'S

"super sounds of the seventies"

weekend.

He turns on the radio.

Stealer's Wheel's hit "Stuck in the Middle with You" PLAYS

over the speaker.

NOTE: This entire sequence is timed to the music.

Mr. Blonde slowly walks toward the cop.

He opens a large knife.

He grabs a chair, places it in front of the cop and sits

in it.

Mr. Blonde just stares into the cop's/our face, holding

the knife, singing along with the song.

Then, like a cobra, he LASHES out.

A SLASH across the face.

The cop/camera moves around wildly.

Mr. Blonde just stares into the cop's/our face, singing

along with the seventies hit.

Then he reaches out and CUTS OFF the cop's/our ear.

The cop/camera moves around wildly.