THREE YOUNG GUYS, obviously in over their heads, sit at a table with hamburgers, french fries and soda pops laid out.

One of them flips the LOUD BOLT on the door, opening it to REVEAL Jules and Vincent in the hallway.

JULES Hey kids.

The two men stroll inside. The three young caught-off-guard Guys are:

MARVIN The black young man, who open the door, will, as the scene progresses, back into the corner.

ROGER A young blond-haired surfer kid with a "Flock of Seagulls" haircut, who has yet to say a word, sits at the table with a big sloppy hamburger in his hand.

BRETT A white, preppy-looking sort with a blow-dry haircut.

Vincent and Jules take in the place, with their hands in their pockets. Jules is the one who does the talking.

JULES How you boys doin'?

No answer.

JULES (to Brett) Am I trippin', or did I just ask you a question.

BRETT We're doin' okay.

As Jules and Brett talk, Vincent moves behind the young Guys.

JULES Do you know who we are?

Brett shakes his head: "No."

JULES We're associates of your business partner Marsellus Wallace, you remember your business partner dont'ya?

No answer.

JULES (to Brett) Now I'm gonna take a wild guess here: you're Brett, right?

BRETT I'm Brett. JULES I thought so. Well, you remember your business partner Marsellus Wallace, dont'ya Brett?

BRETT I remember him.

JULES Good for you. Looks like me and Vincent caught you at breakfast, sorry 'bout that. What'cha eatin'?

BRETT Hamburgers.

JULES Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What kinda hamburgers?

BRETT Cheeseburgers.

JULES No, I mean where did you get'em? MacDonald's, Wendy's, Jack-in-the- Box, where?

BRETT Big Kahuna Burger.

JULES Big Kahuna Burger. That's that Hawaiian burger joint. I heard they got some tasty burgers. I ain't never had one myself, how are they?

BRETT They're good.

JULES Mind if I try one of yours?

BRETT No.

JULES Yours is this one, right?

BRETT Yeah. Jules grabs the burger and take a bite of it.

JULES Uuummmm, that's a tasty burger. (to Vincent) Vince, you ever try a Big Kahuna Burger?

VINCENT No.

Jules holds out the Big Kahuna.

JULES You wanna bite, they're real good.

VINCENT I ain't hungry.

JULES Well, if you like hamburgers give 'em a try sometime. Me, I can't usually eat 'em 'cause my girlfriend's a vegetarian. Which more or less makes me a vegetarian, but I sure love the taste of a good burger. (to Brett) You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in France?

BRETT No.

JULES Tell 'em, Vincent.

VINCENT Royale with Cheese.

JULES Royale with Cheese, you know why they call it that?

BRETT Because of the metric system?

JULES Check out the big brain on Brett. You'a smart motherfucker, that's right. The metric system. (he points to a fast food drink cup) What's in this?

BRETT Sprite.

JULES Sprite, good, mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down with?

BRETT Sure.

Jules grabs the cup and takes a sip.

JULES Uuuuummmm, hit's the spot! (to Roger) You, Flock of Seagulls, you know what we're here for?

Roger nods his head: "Yes."

JULES Then why don't you tell my boy here Vince, where you got the shit hid.

MARVIN It's under the be --

JULES -- I don't remember askin' you a goddamn thing. (to Roger) You were sayin'?

ROGER It's under the bed.

Vincent moves to the bed, reaches underneath it, pulling out a black snap briefcase.

VINCENT Got it.

Vincent flips the two locks, opening the case. We can't see what's inside, but a small glow emits from the case. Vincent just stares at it, transfixed.

JULES We happy?

No answer from the transfixed Vincent. JULES Vincent!

Vincent looks up at Jules.

JULES We happy?

Closing the case.

VINCENT We're happy.

BRETT (to Jules) Look, what's your name? I got his name's Vincent, but what's yours?

JULES My name's Pitt, and you ain't talkin' your ass outta this shit.

BRETT I just want you to know how sorry we are about how fucked up things got between us and Mr. Wallace. When we entered into this thing, we only had the best intentions --

As Brett talks, Jules takes out his gun and SHOOTS Roger three times in the chest, BLOWING him out of his chair.

Vince smiles to himself. Jules has got style.

Brett has just shit his pants. He's not crying or whimpering, but he's so full of fear, it's as if his body is imploding.

JULES (to Brett) Oh, I'm sorry. Did that break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue. I believe you were saying something about "best intentions."

Brett can't say a word.

JULES Whatsamatter? Oh, you were through anyway. Well, let me retort. Would you describe for me what Marsellus Wallace looks like? Brett still can't speak.

Jules SNAPS, SAVAGELY TIPPING the card table over, removing the only barrier between himself and Brett. Brett now sits in a lone chair before Jules like a political prisoner in front of an interrogator.

JULES What country you from!

BRETT (petrified) What?

JULES "What" ain't no country I know! Do they speak English in "What?"

BRETT (near heart attack) What?

JULES English-motherfucker-can-you-speak- it?

BRETT Yes.

JULES Then you understand what I'm sayin'?

BRETT Yes.

JULES Now describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!

BRETT (out of fear) What?

Jules takes his .45 and PRESSES the barrel HARD in Brett's cheek.

JULES Say "What" again! C'mon, say "What" again! I dare ya, I double dare ya motherfucker, say "What" one more goddamn time! Brett is regressing on the spot.

JULES Now describe to me what Marsellus Wallace looks like!

Brett does his best.

BRETT Well he's ...he's...black --

JULES -- go on!

BRETT ...and he's...he's...tall --

JULES -- does he look like a bitch?!

BRETT (without thinking) What?

Jules' eyes go to Vincent, Vincent smirks, Jules rolls his eyes and SHOOT Brett in the shoulder.

Brett SCREAMS, breaking into a SHAKING/TREMBLING SPASM in the chair.

JULES Does-he-look-like-a-bitch?!

BRETT (in agony) No.

JULES Then why did you try to fuck 'im like a bitch?!

BRETT (in spasm) I didn't.

Now in a lower voice.

JULES Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta fuck 'im. You ever read the Bible, Brett?

BRETT (in spasm) Yes.

JULES There's a passage I got memorized, seems appropriate for this situation: 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 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 my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."

The two men EMPTY their guns at the same time on the sitting Brett.

When they are finished, the bullet-ridden carcass just sits there for a moment, then TOPPLES over.

All is quiet.

The only SOUND is Marvin MUTTERING in the corner.

MARVIN ...goddamn...goddamn...that was fucked up...goddamn, that was cold- blooded...

VINCENT (pointing to Marvin) Friend of yours?

JULES Yeah, Marvin-Vincent-Vincent- Marvin.

VINCENT Tell 'em to shut up, he's gettin' on my nerves.

JULES Marvin, I'd knock that shit off if I was you. Then suddenly the bathroom door BURSTS OPEN, and a FOURTH MAN (as young as the rest) comes CHARGING out, a silver Magnum in his hand.

We DOLLY into a MEDIUM on him.

FOURTH MAN Die...die...die...die...die...die!

The Fourth Man FIRES SIX BOOMING SHOTS from his hand cannon in the direction of Vincent and Jules. He SCREAMS a maniacal cry of revenge until he's DRY FIRING.

Then...his face does a complete change of expression. It goes from a "Vengeance is mine" expression, to a "What the fuck" blank look.

FOURTH MAN I don't understand --

The Fourth Man is BLOWN OFF HIS FEET and OUT OF FRAME by bullets that TEAR HIM TO SHREDS.

He leaves the FRAME EMPTY.

FADE TO BLACK

Against black, TITLE CARD:

"VINCENT VEGA AND MARSELLUS WALLACE'S WIFE"

FADE IN:

We FADE UP on Butch Coolidge, a white, 26-year-old prizefighter. Butch sits at a table wearing a red and blue high school athletic jacket. Talking to him OFF SCREEN is everybody's boss MARSELLUS WALLACE. The black man sounds like a cross between a gangster and a king.

MARSELLUS (OS) I think you're gonna find -- when all this shit is over and done -- I think you're gonna find yourself one smilin' motherfucker. Thing is Butch, right now you got ability. But painful as it may be, ability don't last. Now that's a hard motherfuckin' fact of life, but it's a fact of life your ass is gonna hafta git realistic about. This business is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers who thought their ass aged like wine. Besides, even if you went all the way, what would you be? Feather- weight champion of the world. Who gives a shit? I doubt you can even get a credit card based on that.

A hand lays an envelope full of money on the table in front of Butch. Butch picks it up.

MARSELLUS (OS) Now the night of the fight, you may fell a slight sting, that's pride fuckin' wit ya. Fuck pride! Pride only hurts, it never helps. Fight through that shit. 'Cause a year from now, when you're kickin' it in the Caribbean you're gonna say, "Marsellus Wallace was right."

BUTCH I got no problem with that.

MARSELLUS (OS) In the fifth, your ass goes down.

Butch nods his head: "yes."

MARSELLUS (OS) Say it!

BUTCH In the fifth, my ass goes down.

CUT TO:

Vincent Vega looks really cool behind the wheel of a 1964 cherry-red Chevy Malibu convertible. From the car radio, ROCKABILLY MUSIC PLAYS. The b.g. is a COLORFUL PROCESS SHOT.

Sally LeRoy's is a large topless bat by LAX that Marsellus owns.

Vincent's classic Malibu WHIPS into the near empty parking lot and parks next to a white Honda Civic. Vince knocks on the door. The front entrance is unlocked, revealing the Dapper Dan fellow on the inside: ENGLISH DAVE. Dave isn't really English, he's a young black man from Baldwin Park, who has run a few clubs for Marsellus, including Sally LeRoy's.

ENGLISH DAVE Vincent Vega, our man in Amsterdam, git your ass on in here.

Vincent, carrying the black briefcase from the scene between Vincent and Jules, steps inside. English Dave SLAMS the door in our faces.

The spacious club is empty this time of day. English Dave crosses to the bar, and Vince follows.

VINCENT Where's the big man?

ENGLISH DAVE He's over there, finishing up some business.

VINCENT'S POV: Butch shakes hands with a huge figure with his back to us. The huge figure is the infamous and as of yet still UNSEEN Marsellus.

ENGLISH DAVE (OS) Hand back for a second or two, and when you see the white boy leave, go on over. In the meanwhile, can I make you an espresso?

VINCENT How 'bout a cup of just plain ol' American?

ENGLISH DAVE Comin' up. I hear you're taking Mia out tomorrow?

VINCENT At Marsellus' request.

ENGLISH DAVE Have you met Mia?

VINCENT Not yet.

English Dave smiles to himself.

VINCENT What's so funny?

ENGLISH DAVE Not a goddamn thing.

VINCENT Look, I'm not a idiot. She's the big man's fuckin' wife. I'm gonna sit across a table, chew my food with my mouth closed, laugh at her jokes and that's all I'm gonna do.

English Dave puts Vince's coffee in front of him.

ENGLISH DAVE My name's Paul, and this is between y'all.

Butch bellies up to the bar next to Vincent, drinking his cup of "plain ol' American."

BUTCH (to English Dave) Can I get a pack'a Red Apples?

ENGLISH DAVE Filters?

BUTCH Non.

While Butch waits for his smokes, Vincent just sips his coffee, staring at him. Butch looks over at him.

BUTCH Lookin' at somethin', friend?

VINCENT I ain't your friend, palooka.

Butch does a slow burn toward Vincent.

BUTCH What was that?

VINCENT I think ya heard me just fine, punchy. Butch turns his body to Vincent, when...

MARSELLUS (OS) Vincent Vega has entered the building, git your ass over here!

Vincent walks forward OUT OF FRAME, never giving Butch another glance. We DOLLY INTO CU on Butch, left alone in the FRAME, looking like he's ready to go into the manners-teaching business.

BUTCH'S POV: Vincent hugging and kissing the obscured figure that is Marsellus.

Butch makes the wise decision that is this asshole's a friend of Marsellus, he better let it go -- for now.

ENGLISH DAVE (OS) Pack of Red Apples, dollar-forty.

Butch is snapped out of his ass-kicking thoughts. He pays English Dave and walks out of the SHOT.

DISSOLVE TO:

CU JODY a woman who appears to have a fondness for earrings. Both of her ears are pierced five times. She also sports rings in her lips, eyebrows and nose.

JODY ...I'll lend it to you. It's a great book on body piercing.

Jody, Vincent and a young woman names TRUDI sit at the kitchen table of a suburban house in Echo Park. Even though Vince is at the same table, he's not included in the conversation.

TRUDI You know how they use that gun when they pierce your ears? They don't use that when they pierce your nipples, do they?

JODY Forget that gun. That gun goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All of my piercing, sixteen places on my body, every one of 'em done with a needle. Five in each ear. One through the nipple on my left breast. One through my right nostril. One through my left eyebrow. One through my lip. One in my clit. And I wear a stud in my tongue.

Vince has been letting this conversation go through one ear and out the other, until that last remark.

VINCENT (interrupting) Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. I'm curious, why would you get a stud in your tongue?

Jody looks at him and says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

JODY It's a sex thing. It helps fellatio.

That thought never occurred to Vincent, but he can't deny it makes sense. Jody continues talking to Trudi, leaving Vincent to ponder the truth of her statement.

LANCE (OS) Vince, you can come in now!