Jules and Vincent sit at a booth. In front of Vincent is a big stack of pancakes and sausages, which he eats with gusto. Jules, on the other hand, just has a cup of coffee and a muffin. He seems far away in thought. The Waitress pours a refill for both men,

VINCENT Thanks a bunch. (to Jules, who's nursing his coffee) Want a sausage?

JULES Naw, I don't eat pork.

VINCENT Are you Jewish?

JULES I ain't Jewish man, I just don't dig on swine.

VINCENT Why not?

JULES They're filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.

VINCENT Sausages taste good. Pork chops taste good.

JULES A sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie. I'll never know 'cause even if it did, I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I don't wanna eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense to disregard its own feces.

VINCENT How about dogs? Dogs eat their own feces.

JULES I don't eat dog either.

VINCENT Yes, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?

JULES I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy, but they're definitely dirty. But a dog's got personality. And personality goes a long way.

VINCENT So by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he's cease to be a filthy animal?

JULES We'd have to be talkin' 'bout one motherfuckin' charmin' pig. It'd have to be the Cary Grant of pigs.

The two men laugh.

VINCENT Good for you. Lighten up a little. You been sittin' there all quiet.

JULES I just been sittin' here thinkin'.

VINCENT (mouthful of food) About what?

JULES The miracle we witnessed.

VINCENT The miracle you witnessed. I witnessed a freak occurrence.

JULES Do you know that a miracle is?

VINCENT An act of God.

JULES What's an act of God?

VINCENT I guess it's when God makes the impossible possible. And I'm sorry Jules, but I don't think what happened this morning qualifies.

JULES Don't you see, Vince, that shit don't matter. You're judging this thing the wrong way. It's not about what. It could be God stopped the bullets, he changed Coke into Pepsi, he found my fuckin' car keys. You don't judge shit like this based on merit. Whether or not what we experienced was an according-to-Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is I felt God's touch, God got involved.

VINCENT But why?

JULES That's what's fuckin' wit' me! I don't know why. But I can't go back to sleep.

VINCENT So you're serious, you're really gonna quit?

JULES The life, most definitely.

Vincent takes a bite of food. Jules takes a sip of coffee In the b.g., we see a PATRON call the Waitress.

PATRON Garcon! Coffee!

We recognize the patron to be Pumpkin from the first scene of Pumpkin and Honey Bunny.

VINCENT So if you're quitting the life, what'll you do?

JULES That's what I've been sitting here contemplating. First, I'm gonna deliver this case to Marsellus. Then, basically, I'm gonna walk the earth.

VINCENT What do you mean, walk the earth?

JULES You know, like Caine in "KUNG FU." Just walk from town to town, meet people, get in adventures.

VINCENT How long do you intend to walk the earth?

JULES Until God puts me where he want me to be.

VINCENT What if he never does?

JULES If it takes forever, I'll wait forever.

VINCENT So you decided to be a bum?

JULES I'll just be Jules, Vincent -- no more, no less.

VINCENT No Jules, you're gonna be like those pieces of shit out there who beg for change. They walk around like a bunch of fuckin' zombies, they sleep in garbage bins, they eat what I throw away, and dogs piss on 'em. They got a word for 'em, they're called bums. And without a job, residence, or legal tender, that's what you're gonna be -- a fuckin' bum!

JULES Look my friend, this is just where me and you differ --

VINCENT -- what happened was peculiar -- no doubt about it -- but it wasn't water into wine.

JULES All shapes and sizes, Vince.

VINCENT Stop fuckin' talkin' like that!

JULES If you find my answers frightening, Vincent, you should cease askin' scary questions.

VINCENT When did you make this decision -- while you were sitting there eatin' your muffin?

JULES Yeah. I was just sitting here drinking my coffee, eating my muffin, playin' the incident in my head, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a "moment of clarity."

VINCENT I gotta take a shit. To be continued.

Vincent exits for the restroom.

Jules, alone, takes a mouthful of muffin, then...Pumpkin and Honey Bunny rise with guns raised.

PUMPKIN Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!

HONEY BUNNY Any of you fuckin' pricks move and I'll execute every one of you motherfuckers! Got that?!

Jules looks up, not believing what he's seeing. Under the table, Jules' hand goes to his .45 Automatic. He pulls it out, COCKING IT.

PUMPKIN Customers stay seated, waitresses on the floor.

HONEY BUNNY Now mean fuckin' now! Do it or die, do it or fucking die!

Like lightning, Pumpkin moves over to the kitchen. While Honey Bunny SCREAMS out threats to the PATRONS, keeping them terrified.

PUMPKIN You Mexicans in the kitchen, get out here! Asta luego!

Three COOKS and two BUSBOYS come out of the kitchen.

PUMPKIN On the floor or I'll cook you ass, comprende?

They comprende. The portly MANAGER speaks up.

MANAGER I'm the manager here, there's no problem, no problem at all -- Pumpkin head his way.

PUMPKIN You're gonna give me a problem?

He reaches him and sticks the barrel of his gun hard in the Manager's neck.

PUMPKIN What? You said you're gonna give me a problem?

MANAGER No, I'm not. I'm not gonna give you any problem!

PUMPKIN I don't know, Honey Bunny. He looks like the hero type to me!

HONEY BUNNY Don't take any chances. Execute him!

The Patrons SCREAM. Jules watches all this silently, his hand tightly gripping the .45 Automatic under the table.

MANAGER Please don't! I'm not a hero. I'm just a coffee shop manager. Take anything you want.

PUMPKIN Tell everyone to cooperate and it'll be all over.

MANAGER Everybody just be calm and cooperate with them and this will be all over soon!

PUMPKIN Well done, now git your fuckin' ass on the ground.

Vincent, on the toilet, oblivious to the pandemonium outside, reads his "MODESTY BLAISE" book.

Cash register drawer opens. Pumpkin stuffs the money from the till in his pocket. Then walks from behind the counter with a trash bag in his hand.

PUMPKIN Okay people, I'm going to go 'round and collect your wallets. Don't talk, just toss 'em in the bag. We clear?

Pumpkin goes around collecting wallets. Jules sits with his .45 ready to spit under the table.

Pumpkin sees Jules sitting in his booth, holding his wallet, briefcase next to him. Pumpkin crosses to him, his tone more respectful, him manner more on guard.

PUMPKIN In the bag.

Jules DROPS his wallet in the bag. Using his gun as a pointer, Pumpkin points to the briefcase.

PUMPKIN What's in that?

JULES My boss' dirty laundry.

PUMPKIN You boss makes you do his laundry?

JULES When he wants it clean.

PUMPKIN Sounds like a shit job.

JULES Funny, I've been thinkin' the same thing.

PUMPKIN Open it up.

Jules' free hand lays palm flat on the briefcase.

JULES 'Fraid I can't do that.

Pumpkin is definitely surprised by his answer. He aims the gun right in the middle of Jules' face and pulls back the hammer.

PUMPKIN I didn't hear you.

JULES Yes, you did.

This exchange has been kind of quiet, not everybody heard it, but Honey Bunny senses something's wrong.

HONEY BUNNY What's goin' on?

PUMPKIN Looks like we got a vigilante in our midst.

HONEY BUNNY Shoot 'em in the face!

JULES I don't mean to shatter your ego, but this ain't the first time I've had gun pointed at me.

PUMPKIN You don't open up that case, it's gonna be the last.

MANAGER (on the ground) Quit causing problems, you'll get us all killed! Give 'em what you got and get 'em out of here.

JULES Keep your fuckin' mouth closed, fat man, this ain't any of your goddamn business!

PUMPKIN I'm countin' to three, and if your hand ain't off that case, I'm gonna unload right in your fuckin' face. Clear? One...

Jules closes his eyes.

PUMPKIN ...two...

Jules SHOOTS Pumpkin twice, up through the table, sending him to the floor. While still in the booth, he SWINGS around to Honey Bunny, who has aimed at Jules, but slowed down by the shock of Pumpkin getting shot. He FIRES three times.

Honey Bunny takes all three HITS in the chest. As she FALLS SCREAMING, she FIRES wildly, HITTING a SURFER PATRON.

SURFER She shot me! I'm dying! Sally! Sally!

Jules now brings the gun down to Pumpkin's face. Pumpkin lies shot on the floor at Jules' feet. Pumpkin looks up at the big gun.

JULES Wrong guy, Ringo.

Jules FIRES straight at the CAMERA, BLINDING UP with his FLASH.

Jules' eyes, still closed, suddenly open.

Pumpkin still stands, holding the gun on him.

PUMPKIN ...three.

JULES You win.

Jules raises his hand off the briefcase.

JULES It's all yours, Ringo.

PUMPKIN Open it.

Jules flips the locks and opens the case, revealing it to Pumpkin but not to us. The same light SHINES from the case. Pumpkin's expression goes to amazement. Honey Bunny, across the room, can't see shit.

HONEY BUNNY What is it? What is it?

PUMPKIN (softly) Is that what I think it is?

Jules nods his head: "yes."

PUMPKIN It's beautiful. Jules nods his head: "yes."

HONEY BUNNY Goddammit, what is it?

Jules SLAMS the case closed, then sits back, as if offering the case to Pumpkin. Pumpkin, one big smile, bends over to pick up the case.

Like a rattlesnake, Jules' free hand GRABS the wrist of Pumpkin's gun hand, SLAMMING it on the table. His other hand comes from under the table and STICKS the barrel of his .45 hand under Pumpkin's chin.

Honey Bunny freaks out, waving his gun in Jules' direction.

HONEY BUNNY Let him go! Let him go! I'll blow your fuckin' head off! I'll kill ya! I'll kill ya! You're gonna die, you're gonna fuckin' die bad!

JULES (to Pumpkin) Tell that bitch to be cool! Say, bitch be cool! Say, bitch be cool!

PUMPKIN Chill out, honey!

HONEY BUNNY Let him go!

JULES (softly) Tell her it's gonna be okay.

PUMPKIN I'm gonna be okay.

JULES Promise her.

PUMPKIN I promise.

JULES Tell her to chill.

PUMPKIN Just chill out.

JULES What's her name?

PUMPKIN Yolanda.

Whenever Jules talks to Yolanda, he never looks at her, only at Pumpkin.

JULES (to Yolanda) So, we cool Yolanda? We ain't gonna do anything stupid, are we?

YOLANDA (crying) Don't you hurt him.

JULES Nobody's gonna hurt anybody. We're gonna be like three Fonzies. And what' Fonzie like?

No answer,

JULES C'mon Yolanda, what's Fonzie like?

YOLANDA (through tears, unsure) He's cool?

JULES Correct-amundo! And that's what we're gonna be, we're gonna be cool. (to Pumpkin) Now Ringo, I'm gonna count to three and I want you to let go your gun and lay your palms flat on the table. But when you do it, do it cool. Ready?

Pumpkin looks at him.

JULES One...two...three.

Pumpkin lets go of his gun and places both hands on the table. Yolanda can't stand it anymore.

YOLANDA Okay, now let him go!

JULES Yolanda, I thought you were gonna be cool. When you yell at me, it makes me nervous. When I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers get accidentally shot.

YOLANDA (more conversational) Just know: you hurt him, you die.

JULES That seems to be the situation. Now I don't want that and you don't want that and Ringo here don't want that. So let's see what we can do. (to Ringo) Now this is the situation. Normally both of your asses would be dead as fuckin' fried chicken. But you happened to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period. I don't wanna kill ya, I want to help ya. But I'm afraid I can't give you the case. It don't belong to me. Besides, I went through too much shit this morning on account of this case to just hand it over to your ass.

VINCENT (OS) What the fuck's goin' on here?

Yolanda WHIPS her gun toward the stranger.

VINCENT, by the bathroom, has his gun out, dead-aimed at Yolanda.

JULES It's cool, Vincent! It's cool! Don't do a goddamn thing. Yolanda, it's cool baby, nothin's changed. We're still just talkin', (to Pumpkin) Tell her we're still cool.

PUMPKIN It's cool, Honey Bunny, we're still cool.

VINCENT (gun raised) What the hell's goin' on, Jules?

JULES Nothin' I can't handle. I want you to just hang back and don't do shit unless it's absolutely necessary.

VINCENT Check.

JULES Yolanda, how we doin, baby?

YOLANDA I gotta go pee! I want to go home.

JULES Just hang in there, baby, you're doing' great, Ringo's proud of you and so am I. It's almost over, (to Pumpkin) Now I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet.

PUMPKIN Which one is it?

JULES It's the one that says Bad Motherfucker on it.

Pumpkin looks in the bag and -- sure enough -- there's a wallet with "Bad Motherfucker" embroidered on it.

JULES That's my bad motherfucker. Now open it up and take out the cash. How much is there?

PUMPKIN About fifteen hundred dollars.

JULES Put it in your pocket, it's yours. Now with the rest of them wallets and the register, that makes this a pretty successful little score.

VINCENT Jules, if you give this nimrod fifteen hundred buck, I'm gonna shoot 'em on general principle.

JULES You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing, now hang back and shut the fuck up. Besides, I ain't givin' it to him. I'm buyin' somethin' for my money. Wanna know what I'm buyin' Ringo?

PUMPKIN What?

JULES Your life. I'm givin' you that money so I don't hafta kill your ass. You read the Bible?

PUMPKIN Not regularly.

JULES There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker 'fore you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin', it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. .45 here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or is could by you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin'. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.

Jules lowers his gun, lying it on the table.

Pumpkin looks at him, to the money in his hand, then to Yolanda. She looks back.

Grabbing the trash bag full of wallets, the two RUN out the door.

Jules, who was never risen from his seat the whole time, takes a sip of coffee.

JULES (to himself) It's cold.

He pushes it aside.

Vincent appears next to Jules.

VINCENT I think we oughta leave now.

JULES That's probably a good idea.

Vincent throws some money on the table and Jules grabs the briefcase.

Then, to the amazement of the Patrons, the Waitresses, the Cooks, the Bus Boys, and the Manager, these two bad-ass dudes -- wearing UC Santa Cruz and "I'm with Stupid" tee-shirts, swim trunks, thongs and packing .45 Automatics -- walk out of the coffee shop together without saying a word.

THE END