Quentin Tarantino's

Mr. Blonde holds the ear up to the cop/us to see.

Mr. Blonde rises, kicking the chair he was sitting on out

of the way.

23 INT./EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY - HANDHELD SHOT

We follow Mr Blonde as he walks out of the warehouse...

...to his car. He opens the trunk, pulls out a large can

of gasoline.

He walks back inside the warehouse...

24 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

...carrying the can of gas.

Mr. Blonde POURS the gasoline all over the cop, who's

BEGGING him not to do this.

Mr. Blonde just sings along with Stealer's Wheel.

Mr. Blonde LIGHTS up a match and, while mouthing:

MR. BLONDE

"Clowns to the left of me,

Jokers to the right. Here I am,

stuck in the middle with you."

He moves the match up to the cop...

...When a bullet EXPLODES in Mr. Blonde's chest.

The HANDHELD camera WHIPS to the right and we see the

bloody Mr. Orange FIRING his gun.

We cut back and forth between Mr. Blonde taking BULLET

HITS and Mr. Orange emptying his weapon.

Mr. Blonde FALLS down dead.

Mr. Orange crawls to where the cop is, leaving a bloody

trail behind him.

When he reaches the cop's feet he looks up at him.

MR. ORANGE

(feebly)

What's your name?

COP

Jeffrey.

MR. ORANGE

Jeffrey what?

COP

Jeffrey Andrews.

MR. ORANGE

Listen to me, Jeffrey

Andrews. I'm a cop.

JEFFREY

I know.

MR. ORANGE

(surprised)

You do?

JEFFREY

Your name's Freddy something.

MR. ORANGE

Freddy Newendyke.

JEFFREY

Frankie Ferchetti introduced us

once, about five months ago.

MR. ORANGE

Shit. I don't remember that at

all.

JEFFREY

I do.

(pause)

How do I look?

The gun-shot Mr. Orange looks at the kid's GASHED face and

the hole in the side of his head where his ear used to be.

MR. ORANGE

I don't know what to tell you

Jeffrey.

Jeffrey starts to weep.

JEFFREY

That fucking bastard! That

fucking sick fucking bastard!

MR. ORANGE

Jeffrey, I need you to hold on.

There's officers positioned and

waiting to move in a block away.

JEFFREY

(screaming)

What the fuck are they waiting

for? That motherfucker cut off my

ear! He slashed my face! I'm

deformed!

MR. ORANGE

And I'm dying. They don't know

that. All they know is they're

not to make a move until Joe Cabot

shows up. I was sent undercover

to get Cabot. You heard 'em, they

said he's on his way. Don't pussy

out on me now, Jeffrey. We're

just gonna sit here and bleed

until Joe

Cabot sticks his fuckin head

through that door.

CUT TO:

INSERT: TITLE CARD "MR. ORANGE & MR. WHITE"

25 INT. DENNY'S - NIGHT

A tough-looking black man named HOLDAWAY, who sports a

Malcom X beard, a green Chairman Mao cap with a red star

on it, and a military flack jacket, digs into a Denny

bacon, cheese and avocado burger. He sits in a booth all

alone. He's waiting for somebody. As he waits, he

practically empties an entire bottle of ketchup on his

french fries, not by mistake either--that's just how he

likes it.

We see Mr. Orange, now known as FREDDY NEWENDYKE, wearing

a high school letterman jacket, enter the coffee shop,

spot Holdaway, and head his way. Holdaway sees Freddy bop

towards him with a wide-ass alligator grin plastered

across his face.

CAMERA DOLLIES FAST down AISLE to MEDIUM SHOT of Holdaway.

We fear Freddy OFF SCREEN.

FREDDY (O.S.)

Say "hello" to a motherfucker

who's inside. Cabot's doing a job

and take a big fat guess who he

wants on the team?

HOLDAWAY

This better not be some Freddy

joke.

LOW ANGLE

looking up at Freddy, who's standing at the table.

FREDDY

It ain't no joke, I'm in there.

I'm up his ass.

CU ON HOLDAWAY

Holdaway just looks at his pupil for a moment, then

smiles.

HOLDAWAY

Congratulations.

26 EXT. DENNY'S - NIGHT

We see through the window of the restaurant Freddy slide

into the booth across from Holdaway. Freddy's doing a lot

of talking, but we can't hear what they're saying.

27 INT. DENNY'S - NIGHT

FREEZE FRAME ON HOLDAWAY

We are frozen on a MEDIUM CU of Holdaway listening to

Freddy. We HEAR RESTAURANT NOISE and Freddy OFF SCREEN.

FREDDY (O.S.)

Nice Guy Eddie tells me Joe wants

to meet me. He says I should just

hang around my apartment and wait

for a phone call. Well after

waiting three goddamn days by the

fuckin phone, he calls me last

night and says Joe's ready, and

he'll pick me up in fifteen

minutes.

The freeze frame ENDS. Holdaway comes suddenly up to

speed and says:

HOLDAWAY

Woo all picked you up?

From here to end we cut back and forth.

FREDDY

Nice Guy. When we got to the

bar...

HOLDAWAY

...What bar?

FREDDY

The Boots and Socks in Gardena.

When we got there, I met Joe and a

guy named Mr. White. It's a phony

name. My name's Mr. Orange.

HOLDAWAY

You ever seen this motherfucker

before?

FREDDY

Who, Mr. White?

HOLDAWAY

Yeah.

FREDDY

No, he ain't familiar. He ain't

one of Cabot's soldiers either.

He's gotta be from outta town.

But Joe knows him real well.

HOLDAWAY

How can you tell?

FREDDY

The way they talk to each other.

You can tell they're buddies.

HOLDAWAY

Did the two of you talk?

FREDDY

Me and Mr. White?

HOLDAWAY

Yeah.

FREDDY

A little.

HOLDAWAY

What about?

FREDDY

The Brewers.

HOLDAWAY

The Milwaukee Brewers?

FREDDY

Yeah. They had just won the night

before, and he made a killing off

'em.

HOLDAWAY

Well, if this crook's a Brewers

fan, his ass has gotta be from

Wisconsin. And I'll bet you

everything from a diddle-eyed Joe

to a damned-if-I-know, that in

Milwaukee they got a sheet on this

Mr. White motherfucker's ass. I

want you to go through the mugs of

guys from old Milwaukee with a

history of armed robbery, and put

a name to that face.

Holdaway takes a big bite out of his burger.

HOLDAWAY

(with his mouth full)

What kinds questions did Cabot

ask?

FREDDY

Where I was from, who I knew, how

I knew Nice Guy, had I done time,

shit like that.

Holdaway's talked enough, he's eating his burger now. He

motions for Freddy to elaborate.

FREDDY

He asked me if I ever done armed

robbery before. I read him my

credits. I robbed a few gas and

sips, sold some weed, told him

recently I held the shotgun while

me and another guy pulled down a

poker game in Portland.

CAMERA MOVES from a MEDIUM on Freddy to a CU.

HOLDAWAY (O.S.)

Didja use the commode story?

FREDDY

Fuckin-A. I tell it real good,

too.

28 INT. MEN'S ROOM - L.A. TRAIN STATION - NIGHT

Freddy and Holdaway at one of their many rendezvous.

Holdaway wears an extra large Lakers sweatshirt. Freddy

sits on one of the sinks, wearing his high school jacket,

looking at pieces of paper stapled together.

FREDDY

What's this?

HOLDAWAY

It's a scene. Memorize it.

FREDDY

What?

HOLDAWAY

A undercover cop has got to be

Marlon Brando. To do this job you

got to be a great actor. You got

to be naturalistic. You got to be

naturalistic as hell. If you

ain't a great actor you're a bad

actor, and bad acting is bull shit

in this job.

FREDDY

(referring to the

papers)

But what is this?

HOLDAWAY

It's a amusing anecdote about a

drug deal.

FREDDY

What?

HOLDAWAY

Something funny that happened to

you while you were doing a job.

FREDDY

I gotta memorize all this shit?

HOLDAWAY

It's like a joke. You remember

what's important, and the rest you

make your own. The only way to

make it your own is to keep sayin

it, and sayin it, and sayin it,

and sayin it, and sayin it.

FREDDY

I can do that.

HOLDAWAY

The things you gotta remember are

the details. It's the details

that sell your story. Now this

story takes place in this men's

room. So you gotta know the

details about this men's room.

You gotta know they got a blower

instead of a towel to dry your

hands. You gotta know the stalls

ain't got no doors. You gotta

know whether they got liquid or

powdered soap, whether they got

hot water or not, 'cause if you do

your job when you tell your story,

everybody should believe it. And

if you tell your story to somebody

who's actually taken a piss in

this men's room, and you get one

detail they remember right,

they'll swear by you.

29 INT. FREDDY'S APARTMENT - DAY

Freddy paces back and forth, in and out of frame,

rehearsing the anecdote. He's reading it pretty good, but

he's still reading it from the page, and every once in a

while he stumbles over his words.

FREDDY

...this was during the Los Angeles

marijuana drought of '86. I still

had a connection. Which was

insane, 'cause you couldn't get

weed anyfuckinwhere then. Anyway,

I had a connection with this

hippie chick up in Santa Cruz.

All and my friends knew it. And

they'd give me a call and say,

"Hey, Freddy, you buyin some, you

think you could buy me some too?"

They knew I smoked, so they'd ask

me to buy a little for them when I

was buyin. But it got to be

everytime I bought some weed, I

was buyin for four or five

different people. Finally I said,

"Fuck this shit." I'm makin this

bitch rich. She didn't have to do

jack shit, she never even had to

meet these people. I was fuckin

doin all the work. So I got

together with her and told her,

"Hey, I'm sick of this shit. I'm

comin through for everybody, and

nobody's comin through for me.

So, either I'm gonna tell all my

friends to find their own source,

or you give me a bunch of weed,

I'll sell it to them, give you the

money, minus ten percent, and I

get my pot for free." So, I did

if for awhile...

Freddy exits frame

CUT TO:

30 EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY

Another empty frame, except obviously outside. Freddy

enters frame from the same direction he exited in the

previous scene, finishing his sentence. When we move to a

wider shot we see Freddy performing his monolog to

Holdaway in a parking lot. Holdaway sits on the hood of

his beat-up car. Freddy paces back and forth as he

performs his story.

FREDDY

...but then that got to be a pain

in the ass. People called me on

the phone all the fuckin time. I

couldn't rent a fuckin tape

without six phone calls

interrupting me. "Hey, Freddy,