Script: 5. Epilogue

91. INT. COFFEE SHOP – MORNING 91.

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.

92. INT. COFFEE SHOP BATHROOM – MORNING 92.

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

93. INT. COFFEE SHOP – MORNING 93.

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


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