The Delivery (3) him. POP-SWEET (into phone) Get this straight, you jive-ass cocksucker. Do a number on me and you are between a rock and a hard place. You dig? Pop-Sweet hangs up, grumbling as he crosses the room. POP-SWEET Sucker thinks he can play me for a fool. I'm a entrepreneur. HOOKER You sure are, sugar. POP-SWEET Shut up, bitch Pop-Sweet sits at his desk. TWO PROSTITUTES wait there. One buffs his nails. The other gives a backrub. The door flies open. It's Merrill, moving forward... POP-SWEET Ah, shit... Pop-Sweet reaches in a desk drawer... Merrill comes to SLAM the drawer on Pop-Sweet's hand. POP-SWEET Fuck!... alright, man, ease off... Merrill lets Pop-Sweet's hand free, removes the drawer and retrieves a pearl-handled gun, which he admires. MERRILL You always did have style. POP-SWEET (rubbing his wrist) It's one of a kind. MERRILL So are you, Pop-Sweet. That's why... A SCREAM of RAGE is HEARD. Merrill wheels... The Hooker's charging, swinging a straight razor... Merrill lifts the drawer to block, then PUNCHES... The Hooker hits shelves of vases, which crash down on her, POP-SWEET Fuck, Merrill... why you got to go doin' that?! Pop-Sweet goes to the unconscious Hooker, rolls her away in favor of broken pottery, which he fingers forlornly. POP-SWEET (of the vase) This shit was Ming. MERRILL That's the problem with expensive tastes... the more you got, the more you got to lose. Merrill sits. Pop-Sweet rises, studies Merrill. POP-SWEET Where's your pet gorilla and the female Uncle Tom? MERRILL (slightly off guard) They're... around. POP-SWEET Yeah? So, what do you want to ask today that I can't answer? I'm a busy man. MERRILL The way Ted takes such good care of you and this drug-peddling "escort service" of yours, I figure you got the scoop on the pharmaceuticals arriving tonight. POP-SWEET (deep sigh, nods) Well, let me tell you how it is... Pop-Sweet bolts, out the door, Merrill stands, in no hurry. INT. DISCO CABARET, STAIRWELL -- AFTERNOON Pop-Sweet runs down the hall, heading for stairs. He hits the newspaper and baby powder, slipping, flying... TUMBLES painfully down the stairwell... Hits bottom and lies there, screaming. POP-SWEET ... son of a bitch... broke my fucking arm... Merrill strolls to catch up, starts downstairs. POP-SWEET I'm gonna cut off your fuckin' head and use it for a candy dish... Merrill steps on Pop-sweet's chest, leans in close. MERRILL Talk like that, I might forget to call an ambulance. Now, tell me again, how's the dope arriving? A CREAK is HEARD behind. MERRILL (realizes) Fuck... Just as Merrill turns, he's grabbed from behind and thrown... He hits a wall and lands in a heap, stunned. PINK-EYE You're the one gonna be needing an ambulance, white boy... Pink-eye's upon Merrill, stripping him of his gun. Another brute, in an open-to-the-belly silk shirt and with jeweled rings on every finger, helps Pop-Sweet up. Merrill tries to get up. Pink-eye PUNCHES him down. POP-SWEET (to Pink-eye) Outside. CUT TO: INT. DISCO CABARET Red Go-Go Dancer shakes her bootie to the DISCO BEAT. EXT. ALLEYWAY A metal door swings open as Merrill's thrown out into a pile of garbage. Pink-eye, Mr. P and Pop-Sweet follow... SLO-MO: Pink-eye punches Merrill again. SLO-MO: Mr. P comes to pistol whip Merrill's head. INT. DISCO CABARET -- . White Go-Go Dancer moves her hands across her body, sexy. EXT. ALLEYWAY -- . SLO-MO: Merrill's bleeding bad, tries to rise, gets KICKED. SLO-MO: Pop-Sweet, clutching his arm, watches with glee. INT. DISCO CABARET -- . Blue Go-Go Dancer's breasts sway as she dances. She smiles. EXT. ALLEYWAY -- . Merrill's thrown, clattering thru trash cans. Mr. P kicks Merrill's ribs. Merrill lifts his head, bloody, looking... DOWN THE ALLEY: Jules and Augustus running this way! For a moment, Merrill smiles crooked. He's saved. MERRILL (weakly) ... Jules... Gus... Pop-Sweet looks down the same alley... It's empty, Jules and Augustus were Merrill's delusion. POP-SWEET Who you talkin' too, Merrill? Pop-Sweet whacks Merrill with a backhanded SLAP. POP-SWEET They ain't there, turkey. You're all by your lonesome! CUT TO: INT. PRECINCT, VICE BULLPEN -- AFTERNOON Jules's miserable, wearing big headphones plugged into a "portable" cassette recorder, pulling files, tossing them... Into the box on Augustus's lap. He smokes, staring off, deeply depressed. Captain Albert arrives to slap his head. CAPTAIN ALBERT Stop day-dreaming, lard ass. Where's Merrill? Jules takes off her headset. JULES He went to pick up lunch. CAPTAIN ALBERT Well, shake a leg. Get these files downstairs... (to Jules) And, quit listening to your fucking voodoo music. JULES (sarcastic, salutes) Yes, sir. As the captain moves on, Jules makes her salute into the finger. She and Augustus share a long look of mutual frustration, then Augustus shuffles away. Jules puts headphones back on, ejects a tape from her recorder and replaces it with another. INT. PRECINCT, CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- .... Captain Albert sits. PHONE RINGS. CAPTAIN ALBERT (into phone) Yeah, what is it? TED (from phone) Is your telephone etiquette always so sloppy? Captain Albert tenses, goes to shut his door. CAPTAIN ALBERT (nervous, into phone) Why the hell are you calling me here? EXT. TED'S MANSION --. TED Calmly, captain. If it weren't important, I wouldn't disturb the fine work you do... INT. TED'S MANSION, GREAT ROOM -- . Party preparations. Men chisel a bald eagle ice sculpture. Thugs lounge on Ethan Allen furnishings. Ted stands with the phone held to his ear by his ENGLISH BUTLER. TED (into phone) Your children played with their guns in front of me again today. This upsets me. CAPTAIN ALBERT (from phone) They've been suspended. Hell, the do-gooder district attorney came and did it himself. Thinks he's being a patriot. TED Suspending those three is about as useful as giving a speeding ticket to Evil Knievel. CAPTAIN ALBERT I'm keeping an eye on them. TED No. I've had my fill. I want them taken out of the game. (waiting) Hello?! Still on the line? CAPTAIN ALBERT Yeah... I hear... INT. PRECINCT, CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- . Captain Albert wipes his sweaty brow. CAPTAIN ALBERT (into phone) What you're asking... goes against every code of honor... TED (from phone) Isn't it a bit late to regret lost innocence? We don't want any indiscreet photographs ending up in the hands of your wife, do we? Captain Albert agonizes, reddening, trapped. CAPTAIN ALBERT (pause, into phone) I can... make certain arrangements. But, it'll cost extra. INT. TED'S MANSION, GREAT ROOM -- . TED (into phone) Name your price. CAPTAIN ALBERT (from phone) I want those pictures. The negatives... everything. TED Pluck this thorn from my paw, and you'll have them, with my gratitude. CAPTAIN ALBERT (bitterly) Just the pictures'll be fine, you dirty bastard. Ted exits, motioning for the butler to hang up. Behind, workmen on ladders unfurl a gigantic American flag from ceiling to floor. INT, TED'S MANSION, FOYER -- AFTERNOON A meek music instructor, LUDWIG VAN STUPINHIMER, waits with sheet music under his arm, studying a painting. Ted strides in, his mood brightening, TED Ludwig van Stupinhimer... forgive me for letting business trifles distract my attention. On to more important pursuits, eh? Come, come... I have a surprise... Ted ushers the always nervous Ludwig van Stupinhimer forward. CUT TO: INT. TED'S MANSION, MUSIC ROOM -- AFTERNOON Ted's hands open a medium-sized wooden packing crate. TED It arrived today. You won't believe it, even when you see... They're in a room that's like a bad family-theme-restaurant version of a 18th century European music parlor. Gaudy. Big harp in a corner. Ted digs thru shredded paper in the crate, removing an old violin case. Ludwig van Stupinhimer is taken aback as Ted opens the case, and gently takes out a beautiful VIOLIN. TED (with reverence) Stradivarius. Antonius Stradivarius, post seventeen hundred. One of perhaps five hundred and forty. Absolutely priceless. (studies it) I was born in Newark, New Jersey, Ludwig van Stupinhimer, as far away from this moment as I think you could ever get. My family lived each day in poverty. I wasn't expected to make anything of myself. Failure was a given. LUDWIG VAN STUPINHIMER May I... Ted lets Ludwig van Stupinhimer hold the violin, TED These hands... (holds his hands up) These are the hands of a grocery clerk... of a janitor, and then a numbers runner who fought and clawed and battled, by hook or by crook, to get his piece of the American dream. These hands were not destined to caress a Stradivarius, And yet... (takes violin back) The impossible. Ted picks up his bow off a music stand. Ludwig van Stupinhimer takes this as his cue, moving obediently to place music on the stand in front of Ted. With a flourish, Ted puts the Stradivarius under his chin, tilts his head, and puts the how to the violin strings. A pause, and then... Ted proceeds to play horribly. Screechy and uneven. He tries to follow the sheet music, but a child could do better. Ludwig van Stupinhimer attempts to guide by motioning with his hands and body language, cringing a bit, trying to encourage. Ted's frustrated , but keeps playing, extremely bad, biting his tongue in concentration. CUT TO: INT. PRECINCT, CAPTAIN'S BATHROOM -- AFTERNOON In his small, office bathroom, Captain Albert splashes his face with water. He stares in the mirror, pale and fearful. INT. PRECINCT, CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- . Captain Albert returns to his office from the adjoining bathroom. He goes to a cabinet. He unlocks a drawer and takes out a paper bag hidden far back. CUT TO: INT. PRECINCT, FILE STOREROOM -- AFTERNOON Augustus topples boxes of files. He bends to pick up the mess. Jules enters, eyeing Augustus's ass. She kicks it. AUGUSTUS What the... ?! What was that for? JULES (walking out) Follow me. AUGUSTUS (follows, rubbing ass) How come everyone thinks hitting me's the best way to get my attention? EXT. PRECINCT, UNDERGROUND GARAGE -- AFTERNOON Jules moves thru, looking around. Augustus trails. AUGUSTUS Where we going? JULES We have to find Merrill. Jules ducks behind a squad car. She gets in and yanks wires under the dash, hot wiring. AUGUSTUS Okay. But, what changed our mind? JULES (sparking wires) Just keep an eye out till I get this rig up and running. Augustus rises to keep watch. His eyes narrow... AUGUSTUS Wait a minute... he's back... Across the garage, Merrill's Mustang is moving thru. Augustus and Jules move to follow. The Mustang parks... the door opens... Merrill gets out, beaten bloody, barely supporting himself. JULES Merrill... ! Merrill collapses to the ground. Augustus and Jules run to him. INT. PRECINCT, STAIRWELL -- AFTERNOON The stairwell door slams open and Augustus charges upstairs with Merrill semi-conscious in his arms. Jules follows. ABOVE, Captain Albert comes to watch, keeping hidden till they're gone, then he starts downstairs. INT. PRECINCT, BATHROOM -- AFTERNOON Merrill's lying on the floor in Jules's lap, swollen-faced and bruised. Jules uses a needle to sew inside his mouth. MERRILL It's nobody�s fault but mine. I got blindsided. Augustus's pacing, frustrated, sad, infuriated. AUGUSTUS We shoulda been there to back you up. We shoulda! MERRILL Stop blaming yourself. Jules makes a stitch. Merrill's lip is pulled by the thread. JULES You need a doctor. MERRILL Nothing's broke. Keep sewing. (drinks from flask) And quit pacing, you big ox. You're making me skittish. Augustus SMASHES a mirror with his fist. AUGUSTUS I'll kill 'em... Looking to vent, he grips a sink, jerking it furiously, starting to pull it from the wall, water spurting... AUGUSTUS Let's go! Fuck everything! God damn sons of bitching mother fuckers... I'm gonna rip'em all brand new assholes... ! JULES Hey... HEY! Cool down, Jumbo! Augustus snaps out of it, looks to Jules. JULES We're going out. But, here's the situation, and here's how it's gonna go down... CUT TO: INT. PRECINCT, EVIDENCE LOCK-UP -- AFTERNOON A cop at the evidence cage window signs papers for the GUARD inside. The cop finishes, says goodbye. Merrill arrives. LOCK-UP GUARD Merrill, what the hell? You look like shit... Merrill points his gun at the guard. LOCK-UP GUARD Fuck, man... I was only kidding... ! MERRILL Unlock the door. LOCK-UP GUARD I... I can't do that... MERRILL Now! Unless you want your head to make a whistling sound on windy days. The guard nods, moving back. He opens a door, Augustus and Jules enter with duffel bags, guns up. CUT TO: INT. PRECINCT, UNDERGROUND GARAGE -- AFTERNOON Uniformed cops pass. Captain Albert rises from behind a patrol car, sneaking... At the Mustang, he takes out the paper bag, unwraps a small, plastic-explosive CAR BOMB and hand-held DETONATOR. UNDER THE MUSTANG, Captain Albert crawls to the gas tank. He attaches the car bomb with a magnetic THUNK. He unfolds the detonator antenna, flicks a switch. A GREEN light LIGHTS UP. A GREEN light also LIGHTS UP on the bomb. CUT TO: INT. PRECINCT, EVIDENCE LOCK-UP -- AFTERNOON Augustus's just finishing wrapping the guard in duct tape. AUGUSTUS Sorry about this. Merrill and Jules, at tall shelves full of confiscated WEAPONS, load guns and ammo into duffel bags. JULES Any preferences? MERRILL Whatever goes bang. They keep stuffing bags. Augustus arrives to help, nervous, filling a suitcase with shotguns and shells. AUGUSTUS I can't believe we're stealing. JULES We're not stealing. We're borrowing. AUGUSTUS No, we're stealing. JULES This is the police lock-up. We're police. How can we steal from ourselves? AUGUSTUS Then, why'd we tie him up? MERRILL We're stealing, okay! Quit fucking yackin' and do it faster. Merrill flips open a box. His eyes brighten with excitement. MERRILL Holy shit... It's a box of DYNAMITE. Merrill caresses it. CUT TO: INT. PRECINCT, UNDERGROUND GARAGE -- AFTERNOON Weapons are piled into the Mustang's trunk. The trunk is slammed shut. Merrill, Jules and Augustus look to make sure no one's taken undue notice. MERRILL So far so good. We're past the point of no return. Merrill looks for support, holds out his hand. Jules grips his hand... Augustus joins in; like teammates clasping hands in a football huddle, gathering courage. MERRILL Let's get this thing done. JULES All for one... AUGUSTUS ... and fuck 'em all. CUT TO: INT. PRECINCT, CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- AFTERNOON Captain Albert stands looking out the window, nervous. MERRILL Must be your lucky day, cap'n... The captain turns. Merrill enters with a shoebox. MERRILL I'm gonna put a great big, ear-to-fucking-ear smile on your face. How 'bout that? CAPTAIN ALBERT Where have you been? MERRILL I'm here. That's all that counts. Watch... you'll enjoy this... it's like magic... Merrill puts the box on the desk, takes the lid off, takes three badges from his pocket... puts them in. Takes out his revolver, drops it in, followed by two more guns. MERRILL It's our gift to you. Something you've always wanted... Merrill puts the lid on, adorns it with a tattered gift bow. MERRILL Our resignations. CAPTAIN ALBERT You going rogue on me? MERRILL Maybe. CAPTAIN ALBERT What happened, Merrill? We used to be friends. You used to know how the game was played. MERRILL You mean taking bribes, and skimming busts and letting hoods walk? You mean not being able to sleep at night after shaking down some honest Joe? CAPTAIN ALBERT There was a time when you did things the right way, till you hooked up with that fat-ass and the soul-sister. Merrill just shrugs... walks. But, he stops in the doorway. MERRILL Oh, there's one more thing... (walks back) Now, where did I put that... ? (searching pockets) Uh... oh, here it is... Merrill takes his fist from his pocket and holds it up, admiring it a moment, smiling, then SUCKER PUNCHING... The captain's knocked to the floor, nose bloodied. MERRILL Screw you. INT. PRECINCT, VICE BULLPEN -- AFTERNOON Merrill crosses to leave. Captain Albert comes to shout. CAPTAIN ALBERT You're washed up, Merrill! You're all done! Cops stare. Captain Albert tries to control his temper. INT. PRECINCT, CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- AFTERNOON Captain Albert closes and locks the door. He goes to the window, takes out the detonator. He flicks the switch. GREEN BULB on the detonator LIGHTS. INT. PRECINCT, UNDERGROUND GARAGE -- AFTERNOON Merrill joins Jules and Augustus in the Mustang. Peel out... EXT. PRECINCT HOUSE -- AFTERNOON The Mustang bursts into sunlight, hits pavement... INT. PRECINCT, CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- AFTERNOON Captain Albert looks to the street three stories below, gripping the detonator, angry breath fogging the window. THRU THE WINDOW: the Mustang's moving away. Captain Albert holds up the detonator. His thumb caresses the button. CAPTAIN ALBERT Good riddance. His thumb tenses. THRU THE WINDOW: the Mustang spins, turning... EXT. PRECINCT HOUSE -- AFTERNOON The Mustang u-turns, coming to a halt facing the precinct. INT. PRECINCT, CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- AFTERNOON Captain Albert lowers the detonator, watching, curious. THRU THE WINDOW: Jules can be seen getting out, carrying something to a phone booth close by. She dials the phone. PHONE RINGS Captain Albert looks to the phone on his desk, He answers it, brings it to the window. CAPTAIN ALBERT (into phone) What... ? JULES (from phone) How you doing up there in your ivory tower, Captain? EXT. PRECINCT HOUSE -- AFTERNOON In the phone booth, Jules waves up to the captain's window, Merrill and Augustus are looking up from in the car. JULES (into phone) I'm gonna let you in on a secret. See, that wasn't my "voodoo music" I was listening to before. Jules lifts her tape recorder, HITS PLAY. CAPTAIN'S VOICE (from recorder) ... are you calling me here? TED (from recorder) Calmly Captain. If it weren't important.. INT. PRECINCT, CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- AFTERNOON Captain Albert's face goes slack. TED'S VOICE (from over phone) ... I wouldn't disturb the fine work you do. Your children played with their guns in front of me... Captain Albert unscrews his mouthpiece... something falls... Rolls on the floor, stops: a micro-transmitter. Captain Albert trembles, holds up the detonator... CAPTAIN ALBERT (into phone) Burn in hell, whore! He pushes the button... THRU THE WINDOW: nothing happens to the Mustang. A quiet BEEPING is HEARD 0.S.... BEEP... BEEP... A moment of confusion for Captain Albert, then he turns... The BEEPING comes from the SHOEBOX Merrill left on the desk. Stark terror. Captain Albert leaps to grab the box... He tears off the lid. The bomb is there, under guns and badges. He grabs it, throws it... The bomb spins, heading for the window... A brief look of relief on Captain Albert's face... As the bomb hits the window... but, bounces off... Falls to the floor. Captain Albert's expression returns to terror. EXT. PRECINCT HOUSE -- AFTERNOON From Jules, Merrill and Augustus's vantage point: the EXPLOSION BLOWS OUT the captain's window! Cops look up, alarmed, shouting and pointing. They run as shards of glass fall to the sidewalk. Jules returns to the Mustang. Merrill revs and speeds away. CUT TO: INT. DISCO CABARET -- AFTERNOON DISCO MUSIC. Mock sex on stage. Pop-Sweet, arm in a cast, is behind the bar with Pinkeye, counting cash. Pop-Sweet enters cash figures in a large, bound ACCOUNTANT'S LEDGER book full of columns of handwritten numbers. At the club entrance, Mr. P.'s playing bouncer. Merrill enters, breezing past with a shotgun. Mr. P. does a double take, can't believe it, follows... Behind, Augustus and Jules enter, following Mr. P.... Mr. P. reaches in his jacket for his gun, closing in on Merrill. Augustus SWINGS a golf club -- THWACKS Mr. P. in the back of the head. Mr. P. falls face first to the floor. Merrill doesn't even look back, cocks his shotgun, aims... - In the BOOTH, the D.J. jumps for cover as buckshot SHATTERS glass and record albums. Behind the bar, Pop-Sweet and Pinkeye react. Augustus and Jules head for the bar, passing Merrill as Merrill retargets his shotgun upwards and FIRES... The disco GLITTER BALL EXPLODES! Customers, waitresses and strippers scatter. Pop-Sweet and Pinkeye take out weapons... Augustus holds his golf club by its shaft between his teeth, leveling two handguns, and Jules's already FIRING... Bullets hit the bar, BUSTING BOTTLES and MIRRORS. Pop-Sweet and Pinkeye are forced to duck down. Augustus and Jules keep BLASTING, still moving forward. Merrill drops his shotgun, produces two revolvers and moves to the bar, adding to the gunfire barrage between Jules and Augustus, who stop to reload, Behind the bar, Pop-Sweet and Pinkeye go fetal, covered in broken glass and debris. Merrill stops firing. Jules and Augustus come to flank him, pointing reloaded weapons. JULES Alright, flesh-peddler, let's see empty hands! MERRILL Out here. On your knees. Hands rise, then Pop-Sweet and Pinkeye show their faces. They move from behind the bar, seething. POP-SWEET You can't do this to me! Who the fuck do you think you are!? Merrill takes the driver from Augustus's teeth, swings it. MERRILL Who am I, you say? (hefting club, moving forward) I am one pissed off motherfucker... MR. P. Freeze, piggies! Behind, Mr. P. points a gun, clutching his bloody head. AUGUSTUS I knew I shoulda used a 9-iron. MR. P. Lose the guns or I'll smoke you! Our heroes drop their many weapons, raising their hands. POP-SWEET Looks like you got it all backasswards again, Merrill... Pinkeye moves towards the cops. Mr. P. edges in from the other side. No way out for our heroes. Jules moves her fingertips along her coat sleeve seam... readies a six-pointed sherikan . Jules glances to Augustus... Augustus glances to Merrill... Merrill glances to Jules... At the bar, Pop-Sweet lifts a broken, jagged bottle... POP-SWEET You thought you got hurt last time... you ain't seen nothing yet. Pinkeye bends to retrieve a gun off the floor. Merrill spins, SMASHES his foot down on Pinkeye's hand! Jules spins, throwing the sharp-edged star at Mr. P.... The throwing star SLICES Mr. P.'s face. He recoils, crying out and misfiring his gum. Merrill kicks Pinkeye in the head, then turns... MERRILL Gus... ! Merrill kicks the golf club off the floor... The golf club spins in the air... Augustus catches the club, SWINGS without missing a beat,.. Mr. P.'s recovered and aiming his gun just as Augustus SWINGS the club -- KNOCKS the gun across the room. POP-SWEET No!! Pop-Sweet moves forward with the bottle, but Jules steps up, poised kung-fu ready. Pop-Sweet hesitates, circling. Across the room, Mr. P. rushes forwards and tackles Augustus, toppling tables. They battle. Pinkeye's rising, but Merrill PUNCHES. Pop-Sweet stabs the jagged bottle at Jules. Jules high-kicks, disarming Pop-Sweet, then spins flawlessly... KICKS Pop-Sweet's chin, sending him backwards. Augustus kicks Mr. P. off... Mr. P. gets up, charges headlong at Augustus. Augustus raises his club, side-stepping... AUGUSTUS Fore! Gus swings -- CLUNK -- sends Mr. P. onward... Mr. P. CRASHES head-first into a cigarette machine. Pop-Sweet scrambles up, throwing a chair at Jules, which she dodges. Pop-Sweet flees... Merrill KNEES Pinkeye's head... sees Pop-Sweet running. JULES Go! I'll finish this. Merrill runs after Pop-Sweet. EXT. DISCO CABARET, ALLEYWAY -- AFTERNOON Pop-Sweet bursts out a side door, heading for daylight. Merrill pursues, sprinting. Gus follows. INT. DISCO CABARET -- AFTERNOON Jules watches Pinkeye and Mr. P. get up. She preps, feet apart, doing martial arts warm-ups as they approach. MR. P. Are you that good, sister? Think you can handle us both? Mr. P. grins, moves in. Pinkeye attacks... Jules blocks, PUNCHES, CHOPS, SPINS and SLAPS, then finishes with a GROIN KICK. Pinkeye hits the dirt. Mr. P. strikes. Jules FLIPS HIM... -- Mr. P. lands flat, lays there gasping. JULES They don't call it a black belt for nothing. At the bar, Jules comes to claim the money ledger, tilting it to clear off the shattered glass it's buried under. CUT TO: EXT. DOWNTOWN HOLLYWOOD -- AFTERNOON Busy sidewalks. Pop-Sweet runs, fearful. Merrill chases. Augustus brings up the rear. Pop-Sweet PUSHES pedestrians... POP-SWEET Outta the way! Move! AROUND A CORNER Pop-Sweet arrives, full speed, looking back... SLAMS a "MAPS
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