PULP FICTION

by
Quentin Tarantino & Roger Avary

INT. HONDA (MOVING) DAY

Butch is beating the steering wheel and the dash with his fists
as he drives down the street.
BUTCH
Of all the fuckin' things she coulda
forgot, she forgets my father's watch. I
specifically reminded her not to forget
it. "Bedside table on the kangaroo." I
said the words: "Don't forget my father's
watch."
Fucking slag, useless she is fuck sakes.
Me dads fucking watch is the only thing I
fucking ask her to remember. Useless
fucking cow, FUCK! *Hits steering wheel
hard* Says under his breath - I left it
on the coffee table, it was right there
so she wouldn't miss it. *Grits teeth and
leaves car.

EXT. CITY STREET DAY

The little Honda races toward its destination as fast as is little
engine will take it.
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A parking meter red flag rises up, then out, leaving the arrow
pointing at one hour.

EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET CORNER DAY

Butch isn't completely reckless. He has parked his car a couple of
blocks from his apartment to check things out before he goes
boppin' through the front door.

EXT. ALLEY DAY

Butch walks down the alley until he gets to another street, then
he discreetly glances out.

EXT. STREET BUTCH'S APARTMENT DAY

Everything seems normal. More or less the right number of cars in
the street. None of the parked cars appear out of place. None of
them have a couple of goons sitting inside. Basically, it looks
like normal morning activity in front of Butch's home.
Butch peers around a wall, taking in the vital information.
Butch walks out of the alley and is ready for anything. He crosses
the street and enters his apartment courtyard.
Across the street from Butch's building, on the corner, is a
combination donut shop and Japanese restaurant. A big sign sticks
up in the air, with the name "Teriyaki Donut" and a graphic of a
donut sticking out of a bowl of rice.

EXT. BUTCH'S APARTMENT COURTYARD DAY

Butch is in the courtyard of his North Hollywood apartment
building. Once again, everything appears normal the laundry
room, the pool, his apartment door nothing appears disturbed.
Butch climbs the stairs leading to his apartment, number 12. He
steps outside the door and listens inside. Nothing.
Butch slowly inserts the key into the door, quietly opening it.

INT. BUTCH'S APARTMENT DAY

His apartment hasn't been touched.

He cautiously steps inside, shuts the door and takes a quick look
around. Obviously, no one is there.
Butch walks into his modest kitchen, and opens the refrigerator.
He takes out a carton of milk and drinks from
it.
With carton in hard, Butch surveys the apartment. Then he goes to
the bedroom.
His bedroom is like the rest of the apartment neat, clean and
anonymous. The only things personal in his room are a few boxing
trophies, an Olympic silver medal, a framed issue of "Ring
Magazine" with Butch on the cover, and a poster of Jerry Quarry
and one of George Chuvalo.
Sure enough, there's the watch just like he said it was: On the
bedside table, hanging on his little kangaroo statue.
He walks through the apartment and back into the kitchen. He opens
a cupboard and takes out a box of Pop Tarts. Putting down the
milk, he opens the box, takes out two Pop Tarts and puts them in
the toaster.
Butch glances to his right, his eyes fall on something.
What he sees is a small compact Czech M61 submachine gun with a
huge silencer on it, lying on his kitchen counter.
BUTCH
(softly)
Holy shit.
He picks up the intimidating peace of weaponary and examines it.
Then... a toilet FLUSHES.
Butch looks up to the bathroom door, which is parallel to the
kitchen. There is someone behind it.
Like a rabbit caught in a radish patch, Butch freezes, not knowing
what to do.
The bathroom door opens and Vincent Vega steps out of the
bathroom, tightening his belt. In his hand is the book "MODESTY
BLAISE" by Peter O'Donnell.
Vincent and Butch lock eyes.
Vincent freezes.
Butch doesn't move, except to point the M61 in Vincent's
direction.
Neither man opens his mouth.
Then... the toaster LOUDLY kicks up the Pop Tarts.
That's all the situation needed.

Butch's finger HITS the trigger.

MUFFLED FIRE SHOOTS out of the end of the gun.
Vincent is seemingly WRACKED with twenty bullets SIMULTANEOUSLY
LIFTING him off his feet, PROPELLING him through the air and
CRASHING through the glass shower door at the end of the bathroom.
By the time Butch removes his finger from the trigger, Vincent is
annihilated.
Butch stands frozen, amazed at what just happened. His look goes
from the grease spot in the bathroom that was once Vincent, down
to the powerful piece of artillery in his grip.
With the respect it deserves, Butch carefully places the M61 back
on the kitchen counter.
Then he exits the apartment, quickly.

EXT. APARTMENT COURTYARD DAY

Butch, not running, but walking very rapidly, crosses the
courtyard...
... comes out of the apartment building, crosses the street...
... goes through the alley...
... and into his car in one STEADICAM SHOT.

EXT. HONDA DAY

Butch CRANKS the car into gear and drives away. The big wide smile
of a survivor breaks across his face.

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING STREET DAY

The Honda turns down the alley and slowly cruises by his apartment
building.

INT. HONDA DAY

Butch looks out the window at his former home.
BUTCH
That's how you're gonna beat 'em, Butch.
They keep underestimatin' ya.
This makes the boxer laugh out loud. As he laughs, he flips a tape
in the cassette player. When the MUSIC starts, he SINGS along with
it.
He drives by the apartment, but is stopped at the light on the
corner across from Teriyaki Donut.
Intruder; "Oh fuck"
Main: "Come ere to kill me av ya!? You stupid litle prat! Luckily
im not gunna kill ya as I av to much ete on me tail. Howeva!...
*Knocks intruder out with a punch to the face*
Main: Silly little mug...
*walks off*