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- 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... bald –
- 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.
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