The front door FLINGS open, and Mia and Vincent dance tango- style into the house, singing a cappella the song from the previous scene. They finish their little dance, laughing.

Then...

The two just stand face to face looking at each other.

VINCENT Was than an uncomfortable silence?

MIA I don't know what that was. (pause) Music and drinks!

Mia moves away to attend to both. Vincent hangs up his overcoat on a big bronze coat rack in the alcove.

VINCENT I'm gonna take a piss.

MIA That was a little bit more information than I needed to know, but for right ahead.

Vincent shuffles off to the john. Mia moves to her CD player, thumbs through a stack of CDs and selects one: k.d. lang. The speakers BLAST OUT a high energy country number, which Mia plays air-guitar to. She dances her way around the room and finds herself by Vincent's overcoat hanging on the rack. She touches its sleeve. It feels good.

Her hand hoes in its pocket and pulls out his tobacco pouch. Like a little girl playing cowboy, she spreads the tobacco on some rolling paper. Imitating what he did earlier, licks the paper and rolls it into a pretty good cigarette. Maybe a little too fat, but not bad for a first try. Mia thinks so anyway. Her hand reaches back in the pocket and pulls out his Zippo lighter. She SLAPS the lighter against her leg, trying to light it fancy-style like Vince did. What do you know, she did it! Mia's one happy clam. She triumphantly brings the fat flame up to her fat smoke, lighting it up, then LOUDLY SNAPS the Zippo closed.

The Mia-made cigarette is brought up to her lips, and she takes a long, cool drag. Her hand slides the Zippo back in the overcoat pocket. But wait, her fingers touch something else. Those fingers bring out a plastic bag with white powder inside, the madman that Vincent bought earlier from Lance. Wearing a big smile, Mia brings the bag of heroin up to her face.

MIA (like you would say Bingo!) Disco! Vince, you little cola nut, you've been holding out on me.

CUT TO:

Vincent stands at the sink, washing his hands, talking to himself in the mirror.

VINCENT One drink and leave. Don't be rude, but drink your drink quickly, say goodbye, walk out the door, get in your car, and go down the road.

LIVING ROOM

Mia has the unbeknownst-to-her heroin cut up into big lines on her glass top coffee table. Taking her trusty hundred dollar bill like a human Dust-Buster, she quickly snorts the fat line.

CU - MIA her head JERKS back. Her hands go to her nose (which feels like it's on fucking fire), something is terribly wrong. Then...the rush hits...

BATHROOM

Vincent dries his hands on a towel while he continues his dialogue with the mirror.

VINCENT ...it's a moral test of yourself, whether or not you can maintain loyalty. Because when people are loyal to each other, that's very meaningful.

LIVING ROOM

Mia is on all fours trying to crawl to the bathroom, but it's like she's trying to crawl with the bones removed from her knees. Blood begins to drip from Mia's nose. Then her stomach gets into the act and she VOMITS.

BATHROOM

Vince continues.

VINCENT So you're gonna go out there, drink your drink, say "Goodnight, I've had a very lovely evening," go home, and jack off. And that's all you're gonna do.

Now that he's given himself a little pep talk, Vincent's ready for whatever's waiting for him on the other side of that door. So he goes through it.

LIVING ROOM

We follow behind Vincent as he walks from the bathroom to the living room, where he finds Mia lying on the floor like a rag doll. She's twisted on her back. Blood and puke are down her front. And her face is contorted. Not out of the tightness of pain, but just the opposite, the muscles in her face are so relaxed, she lies still with her mouth wide open. Slack- jawed.

VINCENT Jesus Christ!

Vincent moves like greased lightning to Mia's fallen body. Bending down where she lays, he puts his fingers on her neck to check her pulse. She slightly stirs.

Mia is aware of Vincent over her, speaking to her.

VINCENT (sounding weird) Mia! Mia! What the hell happened?

But she's unable to communicate. Mia makes a few lost mumbles, but they're not distinctive enough to be called words.

Vincent props her eyelids open and sees the story.

VINCENT (to himself) I'll be a sonofabitch. (to Mia) Mia! Mia! What did you take? Answer me honey, what did you take?

Mia is incapable of answering. He SLAPS her face hard.

Vincent SPRINGS up and RUNS to his overcoat, hanging on the rack. He goes through the pockets FRANTICALLY. It's gone. Vincent makes a beeline to Mia. We follow.

VINCENT (yelling to Mia) Okay honey, we're getting you on your feet.

He reaches her and hoists the dead weight up in his arms.

VINCENT We're on our feet now, and now we're gonna talk out to the car. Here we go, watch us walk.

We follow behind as he hurriedly walks the practically- unconscious Mia through the house and out the front door.

INSERT SPEEDOMETER: red needle on a hundred.

Vincent driving like a madman in a town without traffic laws, speeds the car into turns and up and over hills.

Vincent, one hand firmly on the wheel, the other shifting like Robocop, both eyes staring straight ahead except when he glances over at Mia.

Mia, slack-jawed expression, mouth gaping, posture of a bag of water.

Vincent takes a cellular phone out of his pocket. He punches a number.

At this late hour, Lance has transformed from a bon vivant drug dealer to a bathrobe creature.

He sits in a big comfy chair, ratty blue gym pants, a worn-out but comfortable tee-shirt that has, written on it, "TAFT, CALIFORNIA," and a moth-ridden terry cloth robe. In his hand is a bowl of Cap'n Crunch with Crunch Berries. In front of him on the coffee table is a jug of milk, the box the Cap'n Crunch with Crunch Berries came out of, and a hash pipe in an ashtray. On the big-screen TV in front of the table is the Three Stooges, and they're getting married.

PREACHER (EMIL SIMKUS) (on TV) Hold hands, you love birds.

The phone RINGS.

Lance puts down his cereal and makes his way to the phone.

It RINGS again.

Jody, his wife, CALLS from the bedroom, obviously woken up.

JODY (OS) Lance! The phone's ringing!

LANCE (calling back) I can hear it!

JODY (OS) I thought you told those fuckin' assholes never to call this late!

LANCE (by the phone) I told 'em and that's what I'm gonna tell this fuckin' asshole right now! (he answers the phone) Hello, do you know how late it is? You're not supposed to be callin' me this fuckin' late.

BACK TO VINCENT IN THE MALIBU Vincent is still driving like a stripe-assed ape, clutching the phone to his ear. WE CUT BACK AND FORTH during the conversation.

VINCENT Lance, this is Vincent, I'm in big fuckin' trouble man, I'm on my way to your place.

LANCE Whoa, hold you horses man, what's the problem?

VINCENT You still got an adrenalin shot?

LANCE (dawning on him) Maybe.

VINCENT I need it man, I got a chick she's fuckin' O.D.ing on me.

LANCE Don't bring her here! I'm not even fuckin' joking with you, don't you be bringing some fucked up pooh- butt to my house!

VINCENT No choice.

LANCE She's O.D.in'?

VINCENT Yeah. She's dyin'.

LANCE Then bite the fuckin' bullet, take 'er to a hospital and call a lawyer!

VINCENT Negative. LANCE She ain't my fuckin' problem, you fucked her up, you deal with it -- are you talkin' to me on a cellular phone?

VINCENT Sorry.

LANCE I don't know you, who is this, don't come here, I'm hangin' up.

VINCENT Too late, I'm already here.

At that moment inside Lance's house, WE HEAR Vincent's Malibu coming up the street. Lance hangs up the phone, goes to his curtains and YANKS the cord. The curtains open with a WHOOSH in time to see Vincent's Malibu DRIVING UP on his front lawn and CRASHING into his house. THe window Lance is looking out of SHATTERS from the impact.

JODY (OS) What the hell was that?

Lance CHARGES from the window, out the door to his front lawn.

Vincent is already out of the car, working on getting Mia out.

LANCE Have you lost your mind?! You crashed your car in my fuckin' house! You talk about drug shit on a cellular fuckin' phone --

VINCENT If you're through havin' your little hissy fit, this chick is dyin', get your needle and git it now!

LANCE Are you deaf? You're not bringin' that fucked up bitch in my house!

VINCENT This fucked up bitch is Marsellus Wallace's wife. Now if she fuckin' croaks on me, I'm a grease spot. But before he turns me into a bar soap, I'm gonna be forced to tell 'im about how you coulda saved her life, but instead you let her die on your front lawn.

WE START in Lance's and Jody's bedroom.

Jody, in bed, throws off the covers and stands up. She's wearing a long tee-shirt with a picture of Fred Flintstone on it.

We follow HANDHELD behind her as she opens the door, walking through the hall into the living room.

JODY It's only one-thirty in the goddamn mornin'! What the fuck's goin' on out here?

As she walks in the living room, she sees Vincent and Lance standing over Mia, who's lying on the floor in the middle of the room.

From here on in, everything in this scene is frantic, like a DOCUMENTARY in an emergency ward, with the big difference here being nobody knows what the fuck they're doing.

JODY Who's she?

Lance looks up at Jody.

LANCE Get that black box in the bedroom I have with the adrenalin shot.

JODY What's wrong with her?

VINCENT She's O.D.ing on us.

JODY Well get her the hell outta here!

LANCE AND VINCENT (in stereo) Get the fuckin' shot! JODY Don't yell and me!

She angrily turns and disappears into the bedroom looking for the shot.

WE MOVE into the room with the two men.

VINCENT (to Lance) You two are a match made in heaven.

LANCE Look, just keep talkin' to her, okay? While she's gettin' the shot, I gotta get a medical book.

VINCENT What do you need a medical book for?

LANCE To tell me how to do it. I've never given an adrenalin shot before.

VINCENT You've had that thing for six years and you never used it?

LANCE I never had to use it. I don't go joy-poppin' with bubble-gummers, all of my friends can handle their highs!

VINCENT Well then get it.

LANCE I am, if you'll let me.

VINCENT I'm not fuckin' stoppin' you.

LANCE Stop talkin' to me, and start talkin' to her.

WE FOLLOW Lance as he runs out of the living room into a...

with a bunch of junk in it. He frantically starts scanning the junk for the book he's looking for, repeating the words, "Come on," endlessly.

From OFF SCREEN we hear:

VINCENT (OS) Hurry up man! We're losin' her!

LANCE (calling back) I'm looking as fast as I can!

Lance continues his frenzied search.

WE HEAR Jody in the living room now as she talks to Vincent.

JODY (OS) What's he lookin' for?

VINCENT (OS) I dunno, some medical book.

Jody calls to Lance.

JODY (OS) What are you lookin' for?

LANCE My black medical book!

As he continues searching, flipping and knocking over shit, Jody appears in the doorway.

JODY Whata re you looking for?

LANCE My black fuckin' medical book. It's like a text book they give to nurses.

JODY I never saw a medical book.

LANCE Trust me, I have one.

JODY Well if it's that important, why didn't you keep it with the shot?

Lance spins toward her. LANCE I don't know! Stop bothering me!

JODY While you're lookin' for it, that girl's gonna die on our carpet. You're never gonna find it in all this shit. For six months now, I've been telling you to clean this room --

VINCENT (OS) -- get your ass in here, fuck the book!

Lance angrily knocks over a pile of shit and leaves the SHOT heading for the living room.

Vincent is bent over Mia, talking softly to her, when Lance reenters the room.

VINCENT Quit fuckin' around man and give her the shot!

Lance bends down by the black case brought in by Jody. He opens it and begins preparing the needle for injection.

LANCE While I'm doing this, take her shirt off and find her heart.

Vince rips her blouse open.

Jody stumbles back in the room, hanging back from the action.

VINCENT Does it have to be exact?

LANCE Yeah, it has to be exact! I'm giving her an injection in the heart, so I gotta exactly hit her in the heart.

VINCENT Well, I don't know exactly where her heart is, I think it's here.

Vince points to Mia's right breast. Lance glances over and nods. LANCE That's it.

As Lance readies the injection, Vincent looks up at Jody.

VINCENT I need a big fat magic marker, got one?

JODY What?

VINCENT I need a big fat magic marker, any felt pen'll do, but a magic marker would be great.

JODY Hold on.

Jody runs to the desk, opens the top drawer and, in her enthusiasm, she pulls the drawer out of the desk, the contents of which (bills, papers, pens) spill to the floor.

The injection is ready. Lance hands Vincent the needle.

LANCE It's ready, I'll tell you what to do.

VINCENT You're gonna give her the shot.

LANCE No, you're gonna give her the shot.

VINCENT I've never does this before.

LANCE I've never does this before either, and I ain't starting now. You brought 'er here, that means you give her the shot. The day I bring an O.D.ing bitch to your place, then I gotta give her the shot.

Jody hurriedly joins them in the huddle, a big fat red magic marker in her hand.

JODY Got it. Vincent grabs the magic marker out of Jody's hand and makes a big red dot in Mia's body where her heart is.

VINCENT Okay, what do I do?

LANCE Well, you're giving her an injection of adrenalin straight to her heart. But she's got a breast plate in front of her heart, so you gotta pierce through that. So what you gotta do is bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.

Lance demonstrates a stabbing motion, which looks like "The Shape" killing its victims in "HALLOWEEN."

VINCENT I gotta stab her?

LANCE If you want the needle to pierce through to her heart, you gotta stab her hard. Then once you do, push down on the plunger.

VINCENT What happens after that?

LANCE I'm curious about that myself.

VINCENT This ain't a fuckin' joke man!

LANCE She's supposed to come out of it like -- (snaps his fingers) -- that.

Vincent lifts the needle up above his head in a stabbing motion. He looks down on Mia.

Mia is fading fast. Soon nothing will help her.

Vincent's eyes narrow, ready to do this.

VINCENT Count to three.

Lance, on this knees right beside Vincent, does not know what to expect.

LANCE One...

RED DOT on Mia's body.

Needle raised ready to strike.

LANCE (OS) ...two...

Jody's face is alive with anticipation.

NEEDLE in that air, poised like a rattler ready to strike.

LANCE (OS) ...three!

The needle leaves frame, THRUSTING down hard.

Vincent brings the needle down hard, STABBING Mia in the chest.

Mia's head if JOLTED from the impact.

The syringe plunger is pushed down, PUMPING the adrenalin out through the needle.

Mia's eyes POP WIDE OPEN and she lets out a HELLISH cry of the banshee. She BOLTS UP in a sitting position, needle stuck in her chest -- SCREAMING.

Vincent, Lance and Jody, who were in sitting positions in front of Mia, JUMP BACK, scared to death.

Mia's scream runs out. She slowly starts taking breaths of air.

The other three, now scooted halfway across the room, shaken to their bones, look to see if she's alright.

LANCE If you're okay, say something.

Mia, still breathing, not looking up at them, says in a relatively normal voice.

MIA Something.

Vincent and Lance collapse on their backs, exhausted and shaking from how close to death Mia came. JODY Anybody want a beer?

CUT TO:

Vincent is behind the wheel driving Mia home. No one says anything, both are still too shaken.

The Malibu pulls up to the front. Mia gets out without saying a word (still in a daze) and begins walking down the walkway toward her front door.

VINCENT (OS) Mia!

She turns around.

Vincent's out of the car, standing on the walkway, a big distance between the two.

VINCENT What are your thoughts on how to handle this?

MIA What's yours?

VINCENT Well I'm of the opinion that Marsellus can live his whole live and never ever hear of this incident.

Mia smiles.

MIA Don't worry about it. If Marsellus ever heard of this, I'd be in as much trouble as you.

VINCENT I seriously doubt that.

MIA If you can keep a secret, so can I.

VINCENT Let's shake on it. The two walk toward each other, holding out their hands to shake and shake they do.

VINCENT Mum's the word.

Mia lets go of Vincent's hand and silently makes the see-no- evil, hear-no-evil, and speak-no-evil sign with her hands.

Vincent smiles.

VINCENT If you'll excuse me, I gotta go home and have a heart attack.

Mia giggles.

Vincent turns to leave.

MIA You still wanna hear my "FOX FORCE FIVE" joke?

Vincent turns around.

VINCENT Sure, but I think I'm still a little too petrified to laugh.

MIA Uh-huh. You won't laugh because it's not funny. But if you still wanna hear it, I'll tell it.

VINCENT I can't wait.

MIA Three tomatoes are walking down the street, a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. The baby tomato is lagging behind the poppa and momma tomato. The poppa tomato gets mad, goes over to the momma tomato and stamps on him -- (STAMPS on the ground) -- and says: catch up.

They both smile, but neither laugh.

MIA See ya 'round, Vince. Mia turns and walks inside her house.

CU - VINCENT after Mia walks inside. Vincent continues to look at where she was. He brings his hands to his lips and blows her a kiss. Then exits FRAME leaving it empty. WE HEAR his Malibu START UP and DRIVE AWAY.

FADE TO BLACK