The bathroom door BURSTS OPEN and the Fourth Man CHARGES out, silver Magnum raised, FIRING SIX BOOMING SHOTS from his hand cannon.

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

DOLLY INTO Fourth Man, same as before.

He SCREAM until he's dry firing. Then a look of confusion crosses his face.

TWO SHOT - JULES AND VINCENT standing next to each other, unharmed. Amazing as it seems, none of the Fourth Man's shots appear to have hit anybody. Jules and Vincent exchange looks like, "Are we hit?" They're as confused at the shooter. After looking at each other, they bring their looks up to the Fourth Man.

FOURTH MAN I don't understand --

The Fourth Man is taken out of the scenario by the two men's bullets who, unlike his, HIT their marks. He drops DEAD.

The two men lower their guns. Jules, obviously shaken, sits down in a chair. Vincent, after a moment of respect, shrugs it off. Then heads toward Marvin in the corner.

VINCENT Why the fuck didn't you tell us about that guy in the bathroom? Slip your mind? Forget he was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?

JULES (to himself) We should be fuckin' dead right now. (pause) Did you see that gun he fired at us? It was bigger than him.

VINCENT .357.

JULES We should be fuckin' dead!

VINCENT Yeah, we were lucky.

Jules rises, moving toward Vincent.

JULES That shit wasn't luck. That shit was somethin' else. Vincent prepares to leave.

VINCENT Yeah, maybe.

JULES That was...divine intervention. You know what divine intervention is?

VINCENT Yeah, I think so. That means God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.

JULES Yeah, man, that's what is means. That's exactly what it means! God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.

VINCENT I think we should be going now.

JULES Don't do that! Don't you fuckin' do that! Don't blow this shit off! What just happened was a fuckin' miracle!

VINCENT Chill the fuck out, Jules, this shit happens.

JULES Wrong, wrong, this shit doesn't just happen.

VINCENT Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or at the jailhouse with the cops?

JULES We should be fuckin' dead now, my friend! We just witnessed a miracle, and I want you to fuckin' acknowledge it!

VINCENT Okay man, it was a miracle, can we leave now?

The Chevy Nova PROPELS itself into traffic.

Jules is behind the wheel, Vincent in the passenger seat and Marvin in the back.

VINCENT ...ever seen that show "COPS?" I was watchin' it once and this cop was on it who was talkin' about this time he got into this gun fight with a guy in a hallway. He unloads on this guy and he doesn't hit anything. And these guys were in a hallway. It's a freak, but it happens.

JULES If you wanna play blind man, then go walk with a Shepherd. But me, my eyes are wide fuckin' open.

VINCENT What the fuck does that mean?

JULES That's it for me. For here on in, you can consider my ass retired.

VINCENT Jesus Christ!

JULES Don't blaspheme!

VINCENT Goddammit, Jules --

JULES -- I said don't do that --

VINCENT -- you're fuckin' freakin' out!

JULES I'm tellin' Marsellus today I'm through.

VINCENT While you're at it, be sure to tell 'im why.

JULES Don't worry, I will.

VINCENT I'll bet ya ten thousand dollars, he laughs his ass off.

JULES I don't give a damn if he does.

Vincent turns to the backseat with the .45 casually in his grip.

VINCENT Marvin, what do you make of all this?

MARVIN I don't even have an opinion.

VINCENT C'mon, Marvin. Do you think God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets?

Vincent's .45 goes BANG!

Marvin is hit in the upper chest, below the throat. He GURGLES blood and SHAKES.

JULES What the fuck's happening?

VINCENT I just accidentally shot Marvin in the throat.

JULES Why the fuck did you do that?

VINCENT I didn't mean to do it. I said it was an accident.

JULES I've seen a lot of crazy-ass shit in my time --

VINCENT -- chill out, man, it was an accident, okay? You hit a bump or somethin' and the gun went off.

JULES The car didn't hit no motherfuckin' bump!

VINCENT Look! I didn't mean to shoot this son-of-a-bitch, the gun just went off, don't ask me how! Now I think the humane thing to do is put him out of his misery.

JULES (can't believe it) You wanna shoot 'im again?

VINCENT The guy's sufferin'. It's the right thing to do.

Marvin, suffering though he is, is listening to this debate, not believing what he's hearing.

JULES This is really uncool.

Vincent turns to the backseat, places the barrel of the .45 against Marvin's forehead. Marvin's eyes are as big as saucers. He tries to talk Vince out of this, but when he opens his mouth, only GURGLES come out.

JULES Marvin, I just wanna apologize. I got nothin' to do with this shit. And I want you to know I think it's fucked up.

VINCENT Okay, Pontius Pilot, when I count three, honk your horn. One... two...

CU of the steering wheel.

VINCENT (OS) ...three.

Jules presses down hard on the horn: HONK and BANG!

When we CUT BACK to the two men, the car is completely covered in blood. It's all over everything, including Jules and Vincent.

JULES Jesus Christ Almighty!

VINCENT (to himself) Fuck.

JULES Look at this mess! We're drivin' around on a city street in broad daylight --

VINCENT -- I know, I know, I wasn't thinkin' about the splatter.

JULES Well you better be thinkin' about it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road. Cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fuckin' blood.

VINCENT Can't we just take it to a friendly place?

JULES This is the Valley, Vincent. Marsellus don't got no friendly places in the Valley.

VINCENT Well, don't look at me, this is your town, Jules.

Jules takes out a cellular phone and starts punching digits.

VINCENT Who ya callin'?

JULES A buddy of mine in Toluca Lake.

VINCENT Where's Toluca Lake.

JULES On the other side of the hill, by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we're gonna go. I ain't got any other partners in 818. (into phone) Jimmie! How you doin' man, it's Jules. (pause) Listen up man, me an' my homeboy are in some serious shit. We're in a car we gotta get off the road, pronto! I need to use your garage for a couple hours. (pause) Jimmie, you know I can't get into this shit on a cellular fuckin' phone. But what I can say is my ass is out in the cold and I'm askin' you for some sanctuary 'til our people can bring us in. (pause) I appreciate this, man -- (pause) We'll be gone by then. (pause) -- Jimmie, I'm aware of your situation. I ain't gonna fuck things up for you. I give you my word, partner, she'll never know we were there. (pause) Five minutes. Later.

He folds up the phone, turns to Vincent.

JULES We're set. But his wife come home from work in an hour and a half and we gotta be outta there by then,

The Nova pulls into the garage of a two-bedroom suburban house.

Jules is bent over a sink, washing his bloody hands while Vincent stands behind him.

JULES We gotta be real fuckin' delicate with this Jimmie's situation. He's one remark away from kickin' our asses out the door.

VINCENT If he kicks us out, whadda we do?

JULES Well, we ain't leavin' 'til we made a couple phone calls. But I never want it to reach that pitch. Jimmie's my friend and you don't bust in your friend's house and start tellin' 'im what's what.

Jules rises and dries his hands. Vincent takes his place at the sink.

VINCENT Just tell 'im not to be abusive. He kinda freaked out back there when he saw Marvin.

JULES Put yourself in his position. It's eight o'clock in the morning. He just woke up, he wasn't prepared for this shit. Don't forget who's doin' who a favor.

Vincent finishes, then dries his hands on a white towel.

VINCENT If the price of that favor is I gotta take shit, he can stick his favor straight up his ass.

When Vincent is finished drying his hands, the towel is stained with red.

JULES What the fuck did you just do to his towel?

VINCENT I was just dryin' my hands.

JULES You're supposed to wash 'em first.

VINCENT You watched me wash 'em.

JULES I watched you get 'em wet.

VINCENT I washed 'em. Blood's real hard to get off. Maybe if he had some Lava, I coulda done a better job.

JULES I used the same soap you did and when I dried my hands, the towel didn't look like a fuckin' Maxie pad. Look, fuck it, alright. Who cares? But it's shit like this that's gonna bring this situation to a boil. If he were to come in here and see that towel like that...I'm tellin' you Vincent, you best be cool. 'Cause if I gotta get in to it with Jimmie on account of you....Look, I ain't threatenin' you, I respect you an' all, just don't put me in that position.

JULES Jules, you ask me nice like that, no problem. He's your friend, you handle him.

Three men are standing in Jimmie's kitchen, each with a mug of coffee. Jules, Vincent and JIMMIE DIMMICK, a young man in his late-20s dressed in a bathrobe.

JULES Goddamn Jimmie, this is some serious gourmet shit. Me an' Vincent woulda been satisfied with freeze-dried Tasters Choice. You spring this gourmet fuckin' shit on us. What flavor is this?

JIMMIE Knock it off, Julie.

JULES What?

JIMMIE I'm not a cobb or corn, so you can stop butterin' me up. I don't need you to tell me how good my coffee is. I'm the one who buys it, I know how fuckin' good it is. When Bonnie goes shoppin;, she buys shit. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff 'cause when I drink it, I wanna taste it. But what's on my mind at this moment isn't the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.

JULES Jimmie --

JIMMIE -- I'm talkin'. Now let me ask you a question, Jules. When you drove in here, did you notice a sign out front that said, "Dead nigger storage?"

Jules starts to "Jimmie" him --

JIMMIE -- answer to question. Did you see a sign out in front of my house that said, "Dead nigger storage?"

JULES (playing along) Naw man, I didn't.

JIMMIE You know why you didn't see that sign?

JULES Why?

JIMMIE 'Cause storin' dead niggers ain't my fuckin' business!

Jules starts to "Jimmie" him.

JIMMIE -- I ain't through! Now don't you understand that if Bonnie comes home and finds a dead body in her house, I'm gonna get divorced. No marriage counselor, no trial separation -- fuckin' divorced. And I don't wanna get fuckin' divorced. The last time me an' Bonnie talked about this shit was gonna be the last time me an' Bonnie talked about this shit. Now I wanna help ya out Julie, I really do. But I ain't gonna lose my wife doin' it.

JULES Jimmie --

JIMMIE -- don't fuckin' Jimmie me, man, I can't be Jimmied. There's nothin' you can say that's gonna make me forget I love my wife. Now she's workin' the graveyard shift at the hospital. She'll be comin' home in less than an hour and a half. Make your phone calls, talk to your people, than get the fuck out of my house.

JULES That's all we want. We don't wanna fuck up your shit, We just need to call our people to bring us in.

JIMMIE Then I suggest you get to it. Phone's in my bedroom.

As Jules crosses the room, exiting.

JULES (calling behind him) You're a friend, Jimmie, you're a good fuckin' friend!

JIMMIE (to himself) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm a real good friend. Good friend, bad husband, soon to be ex-husband. (look up and sees Vincent) Who the fuck are you?

VINCENT I'm Vincent. And Jimmie, thank a bunch,

The two men laugh. JIMMIE Don't mention it.

Marsellus Wallace sits at his dining table in a big comfy robe, eating his large breakfast, while talking on the phone.

MARSELLUS ...well, say she comes home. Whaddya think she'll do? (pause) No fuckin' shit she'll freak. That ain't no kinda answer. You know 'er, I don't. How bad, a lot or a little?

Jules paces around in Jimmie's bedroom on the phone.

JULES You got to appreciate what an explosive element this Bonnie situation is. If she comes home from a hard day's work and finds a bunch of gangsters doin' a bunch of gangsta' shit in her kitchen, ain't no tellin' what she's apt to do.

MARSELLUS Let us speak of the unspeakable.

JULES Possibility exists, but unlikely.

MARSELLUS Why possible but unlikely?

JULES 'Cause if push met shove, you know I'll take care of business. But push ain't never gonna meet shove. Because You're gonna solve this shit for us. You're gonna take our asses outta the cold and bring it inside where it's warm. 'Cause if I gotta get into it with my friend about his wife over your boy Vincent, I'm gonna have bad feelings.MARSELLUS I've grasped that, Jules. All I'm doin' is contemplating the "ifs."

JULES I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' "ifs." What I wanna hear from your ass is: "you ain't got no problems, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry, which should be comin' directly."

MARSELLUS You ain't got no problems, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for The Wolf, who should be comin' directly.

JULES You sendin' The Wolf?

MARSELLUS Feel better?

JULES Shit Negro, that's all you had to say.

The CAMERA looks through the bedroom doorway of a hotel suite into the main area. We SEE a crap game being played on a fancy crap table by GAMBLERS in tuxedos and LUCKY LADIES in fancy evening gowns. The CAMERA PANS to the right revealing: sitting on a bed, phone in hand with his back to us, the tuxedo-clad WINSTON WOLF aka "THE WOLF."

We also see The Wolf has a small notepad that he jots details in.

THE WOLF (into phone) Is she the hysterical type? (pause) When she due? (jotting down) Give me the principals' names again? (jots down) Jules....

We SEE his book. The page has written on it:

1265 Riverside Drive Toluca Lake 1 body (no head) Bloody shot-up car Jules (black)

THE WOLF ...Vincent...Jimmie...Bonnie....

He writes:

Vincent (Dean Martin) Jimmie (house) Bonnie (9:30)

THE WOLF Expect a call around 10:30. It's about thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

He hangs up. We never see his face.

CUT TO:

TITLE CARD OVER BLACK:

"NINE MINUTES AND THIRTY-SEVEN SECONDS LATER"

CUT TO:

A silver Porsche WHIPS the corner leading to Jimmie's home, in HYPER DRIVE. Easily doing 135 mph, the Porsche stops on a dime in front of Jimmie's house.

A ringed finger touches the doorbell: DING DONG.

Jimmie opens the door. We see, standing in the doorway, the tuxedo-clad man. He looks down to his notebook, then up at Jimmie.

THE WOLF You're Jimmie, right? This is your house?

JIMMIE Yeah.

THE WOLF (stick his hand out) I'm Winston Wolf, I solve problems.

JIMMIE Good, 'cause we got one.

THE WOLF So I heard. May I come in?

JIMMIE Please do.

The two men walk to the dining room.

THE WOLF I want to convey Mr. Wallace's gratitude with the help you're providing on this matter. Let me assure you Jimmie, Mr. Wallace's gratitude is worth having.

In the dining room, Jules and Vincent stand up.

THE WOLF You must be Jules, which would make you Vincent. Let's get down to brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock is ticking, is that right, Jimmie?

JIMMIE 100%.

THE WOLF Your wife, Bonnie... (refers to his pad) ...comes home at 9:30 in the AM, is that correct?

JIMMIE Uh-huh.

THE WOLF I was led to believe if she comes home and finds us here, she wouldn't appreciate it none too much.

JIMMMIE She won't at that.

THE WOLF That give use forty minutes to get the fuck outta Dodge, which, if you do what I say when I say it, should by plenty. Now you got a corpse in a car, minus a head, in a garage. Take me to it.