"RESERVOIR DOGS" Screenplay by Quentin Tarantino Final Draft INT. UNCLE BOB'S PANCAKE HOUSE - MORNING Eight men dressed in BLACK SUITS, sit around a table at a breakfast cafe. They are MR. WHITE, MR. PINK, MR. BLUE, MR. BLONDE, MR. ORANGE, MR. BROWN, NICE GUY EDDIE CABOT, and the big boss, JOE CABOT. Most are finished eating and are enjoying coffee and conversation. Joe flips through a small address book. Mr. Pink is telling a long and involved story about Madonna. MR. BROWN "Like a Virgin" is all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The whole song is a metaphor for big dicks. MR. BLONDE No it's not. It's about a girl who is very vulnerable and she's been fucked over a few times. Then she meets some guy who's really sensitive - MR. BROWN Whoa... whoa... time out Greenbay. Tell that bullshit to the tourists. JOE (looking through his address book) Toby... who the fuck is Toby? Toby... Toby... think... think... think... MR. BROWN It's not about a nice girl who meets a sensitive boy. Now granted that's what "True Blue" is about, no argument about that. MR. ORANGE Which one is "True Blue?" NICE GUY EDDIE You don't remember "True Blue?" That was a big ass hit for Madonna. Shit, I don't even follow this Tops In Pops shit, and I've at least heard of "True Blue." MR. ORANGE Look, asshole, I didn't say I ain't heard of it. All I asked was how does it go? Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan. MR. WHITE I hate Madonna. MR. BLUE I like her early stuff. You know, "Lucky Star," "Borderline" - but once she got into her "Papa Don't Preach" phase, I don't know, I tuned out. MR. BROWN Hey, fuck all that, I'm making a point here. You're gonna make me lose my train of thought. JOE Oh fuck, Toby's that little china girl. MR. WHITE What's that? JOE I found this old address book in a jacket I ain't worn in a coon's age. Toby what? What the fuck was her last name? MR. BROWN Where was I? MR. PINK You said "True Blue" was about a nice girl who finds a sensitive fella. But "Like a Virgin" was a metaphor for big dicks. MR. BROWN Let me tell ya what "Like a Virgin"'s about. It's about some cooze who's a regular fuck machine. I mean all the time, morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick. MR. BLUE How many dicks was that? MR. WHITE A lot. MR. BROWN Then one day she meets a John Holmes motherfucker, and it's like, whoa baby. This mother fucker's like Charles Bronson in "The Great Escape." He's diggin' tunnels. Now she's gettin' this serious dick action, she's feelin' something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. JOE Chew? Toby Chew? No. MR. BROWN It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt. Her pussy should be Bubble-Yum by now. But when this cat fucks her, it hurts. It hurts like the first time. The pain is reminding a fuck machine what is was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a Virgin." The fellas crack up. JOE Wong? MR. BROWN Fuck you, wrong. I'm right! What the fuck do you know about it anyway? You're still listening to Jerry- fucking-Vale. JOE Not wrong, dumb ass, Wong! You know, like the Chinese name? Mr. White snatches the address book from Joe's hand. They fight, but they're not really mad at each other. MR. WHITE Give me this fucking thing. JOE What the fuck do you think you're doin'? Give me my book back! MR. WHITE I'm sick of fuckin' hearin' it Joe; I'll give it back when we leave. JOE Whaddaya mean, give it to me when we leave, give it back now. MR. WHITE For the past fifteen minutes now, you've just been droning on with names. "Toby... Toby... Toby... Toby Wong... Toby Wong... Toby Chung... fuckin' Charlie Chan." I got Madonna's big dick outta my right ear, and Toby Jap I-don't-know-what, outta my left. JOE What do you care? MR. WHITE When you're annoying as hell, I care a lot. JOE Give me my book. MR. WHITE You gonna put it away? JOE I'm gonna do whatever I wanna do with it. MR. WHITE Well, then, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to keep it. MR. BLONDE Joe, you want me to shoot him for you? MR. WHITE Shit, you shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize. NICE GUY EDDIE Have you guys been listening to K- BILLY's super sounds of the seventies weekend? MR. PINK Yeah, it's fuckin' great isn't it? NICE GUY EDDIE Can you believe the songs they been playin'? MR. PINK No, I can't. You know what I heard the other day? "Heartbeat-It's Lovebeat," by little Tony DeFranco and the DeFranco Family. I haven't heard that since I was in fifth fuckin' grade. NICE GUY EDDIE When I was coming down here, I was playin' it. And "The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia" came on. Now I ain't heard that song since it was big, but when it was big, I heard it a million-trillion times. I'm listening to it this morning, and this was the first time I ever realized that the lady singing the song, was the one who killed Andy. MR. BROWN You didn't know Vicki Lawrence killed the guy? NICE GUY EDDIE I thought the cheatin wife shot Andy. MR. BLONDE They say it in the song. NICE GUY EDDIE I know, I heard it. I musta zoned out whenever that part came on before. I thought when she said that little sister stuff, she was talkin' about her sister-in-law, the cheatin' wife. JOE No, she did it. She killed the cheatin' wife, too. MR. WHITE Who gives a damn? The table laughs. The WAITRESS comes over to the table. She has the check, and a pot of coffee. WAITRESS Can I get anybody more coffee. JOE No, we're gonna be hittin' it. I'll take care of the check. She hands the bill to him. WAITRESS Here ya go. Please pay at the register, if you wouldn't mind. JOE Sure thing. WAITRESS You guys have a wonderful day. They all mutter equivalents. She exits and Joe stands up. JOE I'll take care of this, you guys leave the tip. (to Mr. White) And when I come back, I want my book back. MR. WHITE Sorry, it's my book now. JOE Blonde, shoot this piece of shit, will ya? Mr. Blonde shoots Mr. White with his finger. Mr. White acts shot. Joe exits. NICE GUY EDDIE Okay, everybody cough up green for the little lady. Everybody whips out a buck, and throws it on the table. Everybody, that is, except Mr. Pink. NICE GUY EDDIE C'mon, throw in a buck. MR. PINK Uh-uh. I don't tip. NICE GUY EDDIE Whaddaya mean you don't tip? MR. PINK I don't believe in it. NICE GUY EDDIE You don't believe in tipping? MR. BROWN (laughing) I love this guy, he's a madman, this guy. MR. BLONDE Do you have any idea what these ladies make? They make shit. MR. PINK Don't give me that. She don't make enough money, she can quit. Everybody laughs. NICE GUY EDDIE I don't even know a Jew who'd have the balls to say that. So let's get this straight. You never ever tip? MR. PINK I don't tip because society says I gotta. I tip when somebody deserves a tip. When somebody really puts forth an effort, they deserve a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, that shit's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doin' their job. MR. BLUE Our girl was nice. MR. PINK Our girl was okay. She didn't do anything special. MR. BLUE What's something special, take ya in the kitchen and suck your dick? They all laugh. NICE GUY EDDIE I'd go over twelve percent for that. MR. PINK Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've been here a long fuckin' time, and she's only filled my cup three times. When I order coffee, I want it filled six times. MR. BLONDE What if she's too busy? MR. PINK The words "too busy" shouldn't be in a waitress's vocabulary. NICE GUY EDDIE Excuse me, Mr. White, but the last thing you need is another cup of coffee. They all laugh. MR. PINK These ladies aren't starvin' to death. They make minimum wage. When I worked for minimum wage, I wasn't lucky enough to have a job that society deemed tipworthy. NICE GUY EDDIE Ahh, now we're getting down to it. It's not just that he's a cheap bastard - MR. ORANGE It is that too - NICE GUY EDDIE It is that too. But it's also he couldn't get a waiter job. You talk like a pissed off dishwasher: "Fuck those cunts and their fucking tips." MR. BLONDE So you don't care that they're counting on your tip to live? Mr. Pink rubs two of his fingers together. MR. PINK Do you know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin, playing just for the waitresses. MR. WHITE You don't have any idea what you're talking about. These people bust their ass. This is a hard job. MR. PINK So's working at McDonald's, but you don't feel the need to tip them. They're servin' ya food, you should tip em. But no, society says tip these guys over here, but not those guys over there. That's bullshit. MR. BLUE They work harder than the kids at McDonald's. MR. PINK Oh yeah, I don't see them cleaning fryers. MR. BLUE These people are taxed on the tips they make. When you stiff 'em, you cost them money. MR. WHITE Waitressing is the number one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one job basically any woman can get, and make a living on. The reason is because of tips. MR. PINK Fuck all that. They all laugh. MR. PINK Hey, I'm very sorry that the government taxes their tips. That's fucked up. But that ain't my fault. it would appear that waitresses are just one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. You show me a paper says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. But what I don't do is play ball. And this non-college bullshit you're telling me, I got two words for that: "Learn to fuckin' type." Cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent, you're in for a big fuckin' surprise. MR. ORANGE He's convinced me. Give me my dollar back. Everybody laughs. Joe's comes back to the table. JOE Okay ramblers, let's get to rambling. Wait a minute, who didn't throw in? MR. ORANGE Mr. Pink. JOE (to Mr. Orange) Mr. Pink? (to Mr. Pink) Why? MR. ORANGE He don't tip. JOE (to Mr. Orange) He don't tip? (to Mr. Pink) You don't tip? Why? MR. ORANGE He don't believe in it. JOE (to Mr. Orange) He don't believe in it? (to Mr. Pink) You don't believe in it? MR. ORANGE Nope. JOE (to Mr. Orange) Shut up! (to Mr. Pink) Cough up the buck, ya cheap bastard, I paid for your goddamn breakfast. MR. PINK Because you paid for the breakfast, I'm gonna tip. Normally I wouldn't. JOE Whatever. Just throw in your dollar, and let's move. (to Mr. White) See what I'm dealing with here. Infants. I'm fuckin' dealin' with infants. The eight men get up to leave. Mr. White's waist is in the F.G. As he buttons his coat, for a second we see he's carrying a gun. They exit Uncle Bob's Pancake House, talking amongst themselves. EXT. UNCLE BOB'S PANCAKE HOUSE - DAY CREDIT SEQUENCE When the credit sequence is finished, we FADE TO BLACK: Over the BLACK we hear the sound of SOMEONE SCREAMING in agony. Under the screaming, we hear the sound of a car HAULING ASS, through traffic. Over the screams and the traffic noise, we hear SOMEBODY ELSE SAY: SOMEBODY ELSE (O.S.) Just hold on buddy boy. Somebody stops screaming long enough to say: SOMEBODY (O.S.) I'm sorry. I can't believe she killed me. Who would've fuckin' thought that? CUT TO: INT. GETAWAY CAR (MOVING) - DAY The Somebody screaming is Mr. Orange. He lies in the backseat. He's been SHOT in the stomach. BLOOD covers both him and the backseat. Mr. White is the Somebody Else. He's behind the wheel of the getaway car. He's easily doing 80 mph, dodging in and out of traffic. Though he's driving for his life, he keeps talking to his wounded passenger in the backseat. They are the only two in the car. MR. WHITE Hey, just cancel that shit right now! You're hurt. You're hurt really fucking bad, but you ain't dying. MR. ORANGE (crying) All this blood is scaring the shit outta me. I'm gonna die, I know it. MR. WHITE Oh excuse me, I didn't realize you had a degree in medicine. Are you a doctor? Are you a doctor? Answer me please, are you a doctor? MR. ORANGE No, I'm not! MR. WRITE Ahhhh, so you admit you don't know what you're talking about. So if you're through giving me your amateur opinion, lie back and listen to the news. I'm taking you back to the rendezvous, Joe's gonna get you a doctor, the doctor's gonna fix you up, and you're gonna be okay. Now say it: You're gonna be okay. Say it: You're gonna be okay! Mr. Orange doesn't respond. Mr. White starts pounding on the steering wheel. MR. WHITE Say-the-goddamn-words: You're gonna be okay! MR. ORANGE I'm okay. MR. WHITE (softly) Correct. INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY The CAMERA does a 360 around an empty warehouse. Then the door swings open, and Mr. White carries the bloody body of Mr. Orange inside. Mr. Orange still is MOANING loudly from his bullet hit. Mr. White lays him down upon a mattress on the floor. MR. WHITE Just hold on buddy boy. Hold on, and wait for Joe. I can't do anything for you, but when Joe gets here, which should be anytime now, he'll be able to help you. We're just gonna sit here, and wait for Joe. Who are we waiting for? MR. ORANGE Joe. MR. WHITE Bet your sweet ass we are. Mr. White gets up from over Mr. Orange and starts to prowl around the warehouse. MR. ORANGE (yelling) Don't leave me! Mr White bends back over him and takes his hand. MR. WHITE I ain't going anywhere. I'm right here. I'm not gonna leave ya. MR. ORANGE Larry, I'm so scared, would you please hold me. Mr. White very gently embraces the bloody Mr. Orange. Cradling the young man, Mr. White whispers to him. MR. WHITE (whispering) Go ahead and be scared, you've been brave enough for one day. I want you to just relax now. You're not gonna die, you're gonna be fine. When Joe gets here, he'll make ya a hundred percent again. Mr. White lays Mr. Orange back down on the mattress. He's still holding his hand. Mr. Orange looks up at his friend. MR. ORANGE Look, I don't wanna be a fly in the ointment, but if help doesn't come soon, I gotta see a doctor. I don't give a fuck about jail, I just don't wanna die. MR. WHITE You're not gonna fucking die, all right? MR. ORANGE I wasn't born yesterday. I'm hurt, and I'm hurt bad. MR. WHITE It's not good... MR. ORANGE Hey, bless your heart for what you're trying to do. I was panicking for a moment, but I've got my senses back now. The situation is, I'm shot in the belly. And without medical attention, I'm gonna die. MR. WHITE I can' take you to a hospital. MR. ORANGE Fuck jail! I don't give a shit about jail. But I can't die. You don't have to take me in. Just drive me up to the front, drop me on the sidewalk. I'll take care of myself. I won't tell them anything. I swear to fucking god, I won't tell 'em anything. Look in my eyes, look right in my eyes. (Mr. White does) I-won't-tell-them-anything. You'll be safe. MR. WHITE Lie back down, and try to - MR. ORANGE I'm going to die! I need a doctor! I'm begging you, take me to a doctor. Mr. Orange lays his head back on the mattress. Spent from his outburst, he quietly mutters to himself: MR. ORANGE Take me to a doctor, take me to a doctor, please. Suddenly, the warehouse door BURSTS open and Mr. Pink steps inside. MR. PINK Was that a fucking set-up or what? Mr. Pink sees Mr. Orange on the floor, shot and bloody. MR. PINK Oh fuck, Orange got tagged. Throughout this scene, we hear Mr. Orange moaning. MR. WHITE Gun shot. MR. PINK Oh that's just fucking great! Where's Brown? MR. WHITE Dead. MR. PINK Goddamn, goddamn! How did he die? MR. WHITE How the fuck do you think? The cops shot him. MR. PINK Oh this is bad, this is so bad. (referring to Mr. Orange) Is it bad? MR. WHITE As opposed to good? MR. PINK This is so fucked up. Somebody fucked us big time. MR. WHITE You really think we were set up? MR. PINK You even doubt it? I don't think we got set up, I know we got set up! I mean really, seriously, where did all those cops come from, huh? One minute they're not there, the next minute they're there. I didn't hear any sirens. The alarm went off, okay. Okay, when an alarm goes off, you got an average of four minutes response time. Unless a patrol car is cruising that street, at that particular moment, you got four minutes before they can realistically respond. In one minute there were seventeen blue boys out there. All loaded for bear, all knowing exactly what the fuck they were doing, and they were all just there! Remember that second wave that showed up in the cars? Those were the ones responding to the alarm. But those other motherfuckers were already there, they were waiting for us. (pause) You haven't thought about this? MR. WHITE I haven't had a chance to think. First I was just trying to get the fuck outta there. And after we got away, I've just been dealin' with him. MR. PINK Well, you better start thinking about it. Cause I, sure as fuck, am thinking about it. In fact, that's all I'm thinking about. I came this close to just driving off. Whoever set us up, knows about this place. There could've been cops sitting here waiting for me. For all we know, there's cops, driving fast, on their way here now. MR. WHITE Let's go in the other room... The camera creeps along a wall, coming to a corner. We move past it, and see down a hall. INT. BATHROOM HALLWAY - DAY At the end of the hall is a bathroom. The bathroom door is partially closed, restricting our view. Mr. Pink is obscured, but Mr. White is in view. MR. PINK (O.S.) What the fuck am I doing here? I felt funny about this job right off. As soon as I felt it I should said "No thank you", and walked. But I never fucking listen. Every time I ever got burned buying weed, I always knew the guy wasn't right. I just felt it. But I wanted to believe him. If he's not lyin' to me, and it really is Thai stick, then whoa baby. But it's never Thai stick. And I always said if I felt that way about a job, I'd walk. And I did, and I didn't, because of fuckin' money! MR. WHITE What's done is done, I need you cool. Are you cool? MR. PINK I'm cool. MR. WHITE Splash some water on your face. Take a breather. We hear the sink running, and Mr. Pink splashing water on his face. MR. WHITE I'm gonna get me my smokes. Mr. White opens the bathroom door, walks down the hall, and OUT OF FRAME. We see Mr. Pink, his back turned towards us, bent over the sink. Then he grabs a towels, and dries his face. Mr. White ENTERS FRAME with a pack of Chesterfields in his hand. MR. WHITE Want a smoke? MR. PINK Why not? The two men light up. MR. WHITE Okay, let's go through what happened. We're in the place, everything's going fine. Then the alarm gets tripped. I turn around and all these cops are outside. You're right, it was like, bam! I blink my eyes are they're there. Everybody starts going apeshit. Then Mr. Blonde starts shootin' all the - MR. PINK That's not correct. MR. WHITE What's wrong with it? MR. PINK The cops didn't show up after the alarm went off. They didn't show till after Mr. Blonde started shooting everyone. MR. WHITE As soon as I heard the alarm, I saw the cops. MR. PINK I'm telling ya, it wasn't that soon. They didn't let their presence be known until after Mr. Blonde went off. I'm not sayin' they weren't there, I'm sayin' they were there. But they didn't move in till Mr. Blonde became a madman. That's how I know we were set up. You can see that, can't you, Mr. White? MR. WHITE Look, enough of this "Mr White" shit - MR. PINK Don't tell me your name, I don't want to know! I sure as hell ain't gonna tell ya mine. MR. WHITE You're right, this is bad. (pause) How did you get out? MR. PINK Shot my way out. Everybody was shooting, so I just blasted my way outta there. CUT TO: EXT. CROWDED CITY STREET - DAY Mr. Pink is hauling ass down a busy city sidewalk. He has a canvas bag with a shoulder strap in one hand, and a .357 MAGNUM in the other. If any BYSTANDERS get in his way, he just knocks them down. We DOLLY at the same speed, right along side of him. FOUR POLICEMEN are running after Mr. Pink. We DOLLY with them. We DOLLY with a young woman on roller skates. ROLLERGIRL is plugged into a walkman. We hear the song she's listening to LOUD over the SOUNDTRACK. She's twirling and skating backwards to the beat of the song. Rollergirl turns a corner and COLLIDES with Mr. Pink. The man and woman CRASH to the ground. Mr. Pink rolls into the street, in front of a moving car that SCREECHES to a stop, narrowly avoiding running over him. INT. CAR (STOPPED) - DAY The CAMERA is in the backseat. A SHOCKED WOMAN is the car's driver. Mr. Pink pulls himself up from the hood, shakes it off, and points his magnum at the driver. MR. PINK Get outta the car! Get the fuck outta the car! The Shocked Woman starts screaming. Mr. Pink tries to open the driver's side door, but it's locked. MR. PINK Open the fucking door! EXTREME CLOSEUP - DRIVER'S SIDE WINDOW Mr. Pink SMASHES it in our face. EXT. STREET - DAY DOLLY with Cops coming up fast. Mr. Pink DRAGS the Shocked Woman out of the car. The Cops reach the corner, guns aimed. Using the car as a shield, Mr. Pink FIRES three shots at the Cops. Everybody HITS the ground, or scatters. Mr. Pink HOPS in the car. Cops FIRE. INT. CAR (MOVING) - DAY CAMERA in the backseat, Mr. Pink FLOORS it. SPEEDING down the street, with the Cops FIRING after him. EXT. STREET - DAY The young cop takes off running and firing after the getaway car. It's no use. Mr. Pink leaves him in the dust. BACK TO: INT. BATHROOM - DAY Mr. Pink and Mr. White still talking in the bathroom. MR. PINK Tagged a couple of cops. Did you kill anybody? MR. WHITE A few cops. MR. PINK No real people? MR. WHITE Uh-uh, just cops. MR. PINK Could you believe Mr. Blonde? MR. WHITE That was one of the most insane fucking things I've ever seen. Why the fuck would Joe hire somebody like that? MR. PINK I don't wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you're standing in my way, one way of the other, you're gettin' outta my way. MR. WHITE That's the way I look at it. A choice between doin' ten years, and takin' out some stupid motherfucker, ain't no choice at all. But I ain't no madman either. What the fuck was Joe thinkin'? You can't work with a guy like that. That motherfucker's unstable. What do you think? Do you think he panicked, or ya think he's just trigger-happy? MR. PINK I think he's a sick fuckin' maniac! We're awful goddamn lucky he didn't tag us, when he shot up the place. I came this fucking close - (hold up two fingers and makes a tiny space between them) to taking his ass out myself. Everybody panics. When things get tense, everybody panics. Everybody. I don't care what your name is, you can't help it. It's human nature. But ya panic on the inside. Ya panic in your head. Ya give yourself a couple a seconds of panic, then you get a grip and deal with the situation. What you don't do, is shoot up the place and kill everybody. MR. WHITE What you're supposed to do is act like a fuckin' professional. A psychopath is not a professional. You can't work with a psychopath, 'cause ya don't know what those sick assholes are gonna do next. I mean, Jesus Christ, how old do you think that black girl was? Twenty, maybe twenty-one? MR. PINK Did ya see what happened to anybody else? MR. WHITE Me and Mr. Orange jumped in the car and Mr. Brown floored it. After that, I don't know what went down. MR. PINK At that point it became every man for himself. As far as Mr. Blonde or Mr. Blue are concerned, I ain't got the foggiest. Once I got out, I never looked back. MR. WHITE What do you think? MR. PINK What do I think? I think the cops caught them, or killed 'em. MR. WHITE Not even a chance they punched through? You found a hole. MR. PINK Yeah, and that was a fucking miracle. But if they did get away, where the fuck are they? MR. WHITE You don't think it's possible, one of them got a hold of the diamonds and pulled a - MR. PINK Nope. MR. WHITE How can you be so sure? MR. PINK I got the diamonds. MR. WHITE Where? MR. PINK I got 'em, all right? MR. WHITE Where? Are they out in the car? MR. PINK No, they're not in the car. No, I don't have them on me. Ya wanna go with me and get 'em? Yes, we can go right now. But first listen to what I'm telling you. We were fuckin' set up! Somebody is in league with the cops. We got a Judas in our midst. And I'm thinkin' we should have our fuckin' heads examined for waiting around here. MR. WHITE That was the plan, we meet here. MR. PINK Then where is everybody? I say the plan became null and void once we found out we got a rat in the house. We ain't got the slightest fuckin' idea what happened to Mr. Blonde or Mr. Blue. They could both be dead or arrested. They could be sweatin' 'em, down at the station house right now. Yeah they don't know the names, but they can sing about this place. I mean, that could be happening right now. As we speak, the cops could be in their cars, drivin' here this minute. MR. WHITE I swear to god I'm fuckin' jinxed. MR. PINK What? MR. WHITE Two jobs back, it was a four man job, we discovered one of the team was an undercover cop. MR. PINK No shit? MR. WHITE Thank god, we discovered in time. We hadda forget the whole fuckin' thing. Just walked away from it. MR. PINK So who's the rat this time? Mr. Blue? Mr. Blonde? Joe? It's Joe's show, he set this whole thing up. Maybe he set it up to set it up. MR. WHITE I don't buy it. Me and Joe go back a long time. I can tell ya straight up, Joe definitely didn't have anything to do with this bullshit. MR. PINK Oh, you and Joe go back a long time. I known Joe since I was a kid. But me saying Joe definitely couldn't have done it is ridiculous. I can say I definitely didn't do it, cause I know what I did or didn't do. But I can't definitely say that about anybody else, 'cause I don't definitely know. For all I know, you're the rat. MR. WHITE For all I know, you're the rat. MR. PINK Now you're using your head. For all we know, he's the rat. MR. WHITE That kid in there is dying from a fuckin' bullet that I saw him take. So don't be calling him a rat. MR. PINK Look, asshole, I'm right! Somebody's a fuckin' rat. How many times do I hafta say it before it sinks in your skull? The talking stops. The two men just stare at each other. Mr. Pink breaks the silence. MR. PINK I gotta take a squirt, where's the commode in this dungeon? MR. WHITE Go down the hall, turn left, up those stairs, then turn right. Mr. Pink exits frame, leaving Mr. White alone. CUT TO: TITLE CARD: "MR. WHITE" EMPTY FRAME In the background we see what looks like an office set up. VOICE How's Alabama? MR. WHITE Alabama? I haven't seen Alabama over a year and a half. VOICE I thought you two were a team. MR. WHITE We were for a little while. Did about four jobs together. Then decided to call it quits. You push it long enough that woman man thing gets in your way after a while. We now cut to see Joe behind his desk. JOE What's she doin' now? MR. WHITE She hooked up with Fed McGar, they've done a couple a jobs together. Good little thief. So, explain the telegram. JOE Five-man job. Bustin' in and bustin' out of a diamond wholesaler's. MR. WHITE Can you move the ice afterwards? I don't know nobody who can move ice. JOE Not a problem, got guys waitin' for it. But what happened to Marsellus Spivey? Didn't he always move your ice? MR. WHITE He's doin' twenty years in Susanville. JOE What for? MR. WHITE Bad luck. What's the exposure like? JOE Two minutes, tops. It's a tough two minutes. It's daylight, during business hours, dealing with a crowd. But you'll have the guys to deal with the crowd. MR. WHITE How many employees? JOE Around twenty. Security pretty lax. They almost always just deal in boxes. Rough uncut stones they get from the syndicate. On a certain day this wholesaler's gettin' a big shipment of polished stones from Israel. They're like a way station. They are gonna get picked up the next day and sent to Vermont. MR. WHITE No, they're not. The men share a laugh. MR. WHITE What's the cut, poppa? JOE Juicy, junior, real juicy. FADE TO BLACK: BACK TO THE GARAGE INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY We follow Mr. Pink, HANDHELD, back through the rooms and hallways to the garage. We follow behind him up to Mr. White, who's standing over Mr. Orange. MR. PINK So, I don't know about you, but me - I'm gonna split, check into a motel and lay low for a few days. As he gets closer he sees Mr. Orange is out. He runs over to them. MR. PINK So, is he dead or what? MR. WHITE He ain't dead. MR. PINK So what is it? MR. WHITE I think he's just passed out. MR. PINK He scared the fuckin' shit outta me. I thought he was dead fer sure. Mr. White stands up and walks over to a table. MR. WHITE He will be dead fer sure, if we don't get him to a hospital. MR. PINK We can't take him to a hospital. MR. WHITE Without medical attention, this man won't live through the night. That bullet in his belly is my fault. Now while that might not mean jack shit to you, it means a helluva lot to me. And I'm not gonna just sit around and watch him die. MR. PINK Well, first things first, staying here's goofy. We gotta book up. MR. WHITE So what do you suggest, we go to a hotel? We got a guy who's shot in the belly, he can't walk, he bleeds like a stuck pig, and when he's awake, he screams in pain. MR. PINK You gotta idea, spit it out. MR. WHITE Joe could help him. If we can get in touch with Joe, Joe could get him to a doctor, Joe could get a doctor to come and see him. During Mr. Pink's dialog, we slowly ZOOM in to a CLOSEUP of Mr. White. MR. PINK (O.S.) Assuming we can trust Joe, how we gonna get in touch with him? He's supposed to be here, but he ain't, which is making me nervous about being here. Even if Joe is on the up and up, he's probably not gonna be that happy with us. Joe planned a robbery, but he's got a blood bath on his hands now. Dead cops, dead robbers, dead civilians... Jesus Christ! I tend to doubt he's gonna have a lot of sympathy for our plight. If I was him, I'd try and put as much distance between me and this mess an humanly possible. MR. WHITE Before you got here, Mr. Orange was askin' me to take him to a hospital. Now I don't like turning him over to the cops, but if we don't, he's dead. He begged me to do it. I told him to hold off till Joe got here. MR. PINK (O.S.) Well Joe ain't gettin' here. We're on our own. Now, I don't know a goddamn body who can help him, so if you know somebody, call 'em. MR. WHITE I don't know anybody. MR. PINK (O.S.) Well, I guess we drop him off at the hospital. Since he don't know nothin' about us, I say it's his decision. MR. WHITE'S POV: CLOSEUP - MR. PINK MR. WHITE (O.S.) Well, he knows a little about me. MR. PINK You didn't tell him your name, did ya? MR. WHITE (O.S.) I told him my first name, and where I'm from. There is a long silence and a blank look from Mr. Pink, then he SCREAMS: MR. PINK Why! MR. WHITE (O.S.) I told him where I was from a few days ago. It was just a casual conversation. MR. PINK And what was tellin him your name when you weren't supposed to? MR. WHITE (O.S.) He asked. Mr. Pink looks at Mr. White like he's retarded. MR. WHITE (O.S.) We had just gotten away from the cops. He just got shot. It was my fuckin' fault he got shot. He's a fuckin' bloody mess - he's screaming. I swear to god, I thought we was gonna die right then and there. I'm tryin' to comfort him, telling him not to worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm gonna take care of him. And he asked me what my name was. I mean, the man was dyin' in my arms. What the fuck was I supposed to tell him, "Sorry, I can't give out that information, it's against the rules. I don't trust you enough."? Maybe I shoulda, but I couldn't. MR. PINK Oh, I don't doubt is was quite beautiful - MR. WHITE (O.S.) Don't fuckin' patronize me. MR. PINK One question: Do they have a sheet on you, where you told him you're from? MR. WHITE (O.S.) Of course. MR. PINK Well that's that, then. I mean, I was worried about mug shot possibilities already. But now he knows: (a) what you look like, (b) what your first name is, (c) where you're from and (d) what your specialty is. They ain't gonna hafta show him a helluva lot of pictures for him to pick you out. That's it right, you didn't tell him anything else that could narrow down the selection? MR. WHITE (O.S.) If I have to tell you again to back off, me an you are gonna go round and round. Mr. Pink walks out of the CLOSEUP and turns his back on Mr. White. Mr. White's POV PANS over to him. MR. PINK We ain't taking him to a hospital. MR. WHITE (O.S.) If we don't, he'll die. MR. PINK And I'm very sad about that. But some fellas are lucky, and some ain't. MR. WHITE (O.S.) That fuckin did it! Mr. White's POV CHARGES toward Mr. Pink. Mr. Pink turns toward him in time to get PUNCHED hard in the mouth. END OF POV Mr. White and Mr. Pink have a very ungraceful and realistic fight. They go at each other like a couple of alley cats. As Mr. White SWINGS and PUNCHES, he SCREAMS: MR. WHITE You little motherfucker! Mr. Pink YELLS as he HITS: MR. PINK Ya wanna fuck with me?! I'll show you who you're fuckin with! The two men end up on the floor KICKING and SCRATCHING. Mr. White gets Mr. Pink in a HEADLOCK. Mr. Pink reaches in his jacket for his gun, and pulls it out. Mr. White sees this, immediately lets go of Mr. Pink, and goes for his own weapon. The two men are on the floor, on their knees, with their guns outstretched, aiming at one another. MR. WHITE You wanna shoot me, you little piece of shit? Take a shot! MR. PINK Fuck you, White! I didn't create this situation, I'm just dealin' with it. You're acting like a first- year fuckin' thief. I'm actin like a professional. They get him, they can get you, they get you, they get closer to me, and that can't happen. And you, you motherfucker, are looking at me like it's my fault. I didn't tell him my name. I didn't tell him where I was from. I didn't tell him what I knew better than to tell him. Fuck, fifteen minutes ago, you almost told me your name. You, buddy, are stuck in a situation you created. So if you wanna throw bad looks somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror. Mr. Pink lowers his gun and walks towards White. MR. PINK So if you wanna shoot somebody, put that gun in your mouth and shoot yourself. Then from OFF SCREEN we hear: VOICE (O.S.) You kids don't play so rough. Somebody's gonna start crying. INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY - MEDIUM CLOSEUP ON MR. BLONDE The Voice belongs to the infamous Mr. Blonde. Mr. Blonde sits on a counter, drinking a fast food coke and eating a hot dog. MR. PINK Mr. Blonde! You okay? We thought you might've gotten caught. What happened? Mr. Blonde doesn't answer, he just hops off the counter and starts walking around the warehouse, checking the place out. He doesn't look at either Mr. Pink or Mr. White, he just eats his hot dog and sips his coke. This is making Pink and White nervous as hell. But Mr. Pink tries to talk through it. We HANDHOLD follow Mr. Blonde around the warehouse. MR. PINK Really, how did you get away? Mr. Blonde walks the loft. Silent. MR. PINK You saw what happened to me, I found a hole and booked. Silence. MR. PINK Where's Mr. Blue? Blonde looks in the bathroom. MR. PINK We were hopin' you two would be together. Blonde looks out the window. MR. PINK That was the big question we had, what happened to Mr. Blue and you? Blonde walks away from the window. MR. PINK We were worried the cops got ya. Blonde bends down over Mr. Orange. MR. PINK He got it in the belly. He's still alive, but won't be for long. MR. WHITE Enough! You better start talkin' to us, asshole, cause we got shit we need to talk about. We're already freaked out, we need you actin freaky like we need a fuckin' bag on our hip. Mr. Blonde looks at his two partners in crime, then moves towards them. MR. BLONDE So, talk. MR. WHITE We think we got a rat in the house. MR. PINK I guarantee we got a rat in the house. MR. BLONDE What would ever make you think that? MR. WHITE Is that supposed to be funny? MR. PINK We don't think this place is safe. MR. WHITE This place just ain't secure anymore. We're leaving, and you should go with us. MR. BLONDE Nobody's going anywhere. Silence takes over the room. Mr. Blonde stops moving. After a few beats the silence is broken. MR. WHITE (to Mr. Pink) Piss on this turd, we're outta here. Mr. White turns to leave. MR. BLONDE Don't take another step, Mr. White. Mr. White explodes, raising his gun and charging towards Mr. Blonde. MR. WHITE Fuck you, maniac! It's your fuckin' fault we're in so much trouble. Mr. Blonde calmly sits down. He looks to Mr. Pink. MR. BLONDE (referring to Mr. White) What's this guy's problem? MR. WHITE What's my problem? Yeah, I gotta problem. I gotta big problem with any trigger-happy madman who almost gets me shot! MR. BLONDE What're you talkin' about? MR. WHITE That fuckin' shooting spree in the store. MR. BLONDE Fuck 'em, they set off the alarm, they deserve what they got. MR. WHITE You almost killed me, asshole! If I had any idea what type of guy you were, I never would've agreed to work with you. MR. BLONDE You gonna bark all day, little doggie, or are you gonna bite? MR. WHITE What was that? I'm sorry, I didn't catch it. Would you repeat it? MR. BLONDE (slowly) I said: "Are you gonna bark all day, dog, or are you gonna bite." MR. PINK Both of you two assholes knock it the fuck off and calm down! MR. WHITE (to Mr. Blonde) So you wanna git bit, huh? MR. PINK Cut the bullshit, we ain't on a fuckin' playground! (pause) I don't believe this shit, both of you got ten years on me, and I'm the only one actin like a professional. You guys act like a bunch of fuckin' niggers. You ever work a job with a bunch of niggers? They're just like you two, always fightin', always sayin' they're gonna kill one another. MR. WHITE (to Mr. Pink) You said yourself, you thought about takin' him out. MR. PINK Then. That time has passed. Right now, Mr. Blonde is the only one I completely trust. He's too fuckin' homicidal to be workin' with the cops. MR. WHITE You takin' his side? MR. PINK Fuck sides! What we need is a little solidarity here. Somebody's stickin' a red hot poker up our asses and we gotta find out whose hand's on the handle. Now I know I'm no piece of shit... (referring to Mr. White) And I'm pretty sure you're a good boy... (referring to Mr. Blonde) And I'm fuckin positive you're on the level. So let's figure out who's the bad guy. Mr. White calms down and puts his gun away. Mr. Blonde returns to the persona we saw at the beginning, talking about Madonna. MR. BLONDE Well, that was sure exciting. (to Mr. White) You're a big Lee Marvin fan, aren't you? Me too. I don't know about the rest of you fellas, but my heart's beatin' fast. (pause for a beat) Okay you guys, follow me. Mr. Blonde hops out of his chair and heads for the door. The other two men just follow him with their eyes. MR. WHITE Follow you where? MR. BLONDE Down to my car. MR. WHITE Why? MR. BLONDE It's a surprise. Mr. Blonde walks out. EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY Three cars are parked out front. Mr. Blonde is walking towards the car he drove. Mr. White and Mr. Pink are walking behind. The Camera is HANDHELD following behind them. MR. PINK We still gotta get out of here. MR. BLONDE We're gonna sit here and wait. MR. WHITE For what, the cops? MR. BLONDE Nice Guy Eddie. MR. PINK Nice Guy Eddie? What makes you think Nice Guy's anywhere but on a plane half way to Costa Rica? MR. BLONDE Cause I just talked to him. He's on his way down here, and nobody's going anywhere till be gets here. MR. WHITE You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place? MR. BLONDE You didn't ask. MR. WHITE Hardy-fuckin-har. What did he say? MR. BLONDE Stay put. Okay, fellas, take a look at the little surprise I brought you. Mr. Blonde opens up the truck of his car. A handcuffed, uniformed POLICEMAN is curled up inside the trunk. MR. BLONDE Since we got to wait for Nice Guy Eddie anyway, let's talk to our boy in blue here and see if he knows anything about this rat business. The three crooks share a frightening laugh. We slowly ZOOM INTO a CLOSEUP of the cop. CUT TO: TITLE CARD: "MR. BLONDE" INT. JOE CABOT'S OFFICE - DAY We're inside the office of Joe Cabot. Joe's on the phone, sitting behind his desk. JOE (into phone) Sid, I'm tellin' you don't worry about it. You had a bad couple of months, it happens. (pause) Sid, Sid, Sid... Stop, you're embarrassing me. I don't need to be told what I already know. When you have bad months, you do what every business man in the worlds does, I don't care if he's Donald Trump or Irving the tailor. Ya ride it out. There's a KNOCK on Cabot's office door. JOE Come in. One of Cabot's goons, TEDDY, opens the door and steps inside. Cabot covers the receiver with his hand and looks towards the man. TEDDY Vic Vega's outside. JOE Tell him to come in. Teddy leaves. JOE (into phone) Sid, a friend of mine's here. I gotta go. (pause) Good enough, bye. He hangs up the phone, stands, and walks around to the front of the desk. Teddy opens the office door, and TOOTHPICK VIC VEGA walks in. Toothpick Vic Vega is none other than our very own Mr. Blonde. Vic is dressed in a long black leather seventies style jacket. Joe stands in front of his desk with his arms open. The two men embrace each other. Teddy leaves, closing the door behind him. JOE How's freedom kid, pretty fuckin' good, ain't it? VIC It's a change. JOE Ain't that a sad truth. Remy Martin? VIC Sure. JOE Take a seat. Joe goes over to his liquor cabinet. Vic sits in a chair set in front of Joe's desk. JOE (while he pours the drink) Who's your parole officer? VIC A guy named Scagnetti. Seymour Scagnetti. JOE How is he? VIC Fuckin' asshole, won't let me leave the halfway house. JOE Never ceases to amaze me. Fuckin' jungle bunny goes out there, slits some old woman's throat for twenty- five cents. Fuckin' nigger gets Doris Day as a parole officer. But a good fella like you gets stuck with a ball-bustin' prick. Joe walks back around his desk and sits in his chair. Vic swallows some Remy. VIC I just want you to know, Joe, how much I appreciate your care packages on the inside. JOE What the hell did you expect me to do? Just forget about you? VIC I just wanted you to know, they meant a lot. JOE It's the least I could do Vic. I wish I coulda done more. (Joe flashes a side grin at Vic) Vic. Toothpick Vic. Tell me a story? What're your plans? VIC Well, what I wanna do is go back to work. But I got this Scagnetti prick deep up my ass. He won't let me leave the halfway house till I get some piece of shit job. My plans have always been to be part of the team again. There's a KNOCK at the door. JOE Come in. The door opens and in walks Joe's son, Nice Guy Eddie. Vic turns around in his seat and sees him. EDDIE (to Vic) I see ya sittin here, but I don't believe it. Vic gets out of his seat and hugs Eddie. EDDIE How ya doin', Toothpick? VIC Fine, now. EDDIE I'm sorry man, I shoulda picked you up personally at the pen. This whole week's just been crazy. I've had my head up my ass the entire time. VIC Funny you should mention it. That's what your father and I been talkin' about. EDDIE That I should've picked you up? VIC No. That your head's been up your ass. I walk through the door and Joe says "Vic, you're back, thank god. Finally somebody who knows what the fuck he's doing. Vic, Vic, Vic, Eddie, my son, is a fuck up." And I say "Well, Joe, I coulda told you that." "I'm ruined! He's ruining me! My son, I love him, but he's taking my business and flushing it down the fuckin' toilet! " (to Joe) I'm not tellin' tales out of school. You tell 'im Joe. Tell 'im yourself. JOE Eddie, I hate like hell for you to hear it this way. But when Vic asked me how's business, well, you don't lie to a man who's just done four years in the slammer for ya. Eddie bobs his head up and down. EDDIE Oh really, is that a fact? Eddie JUMPS Vic and they fall to the floor. The two friends, laughing and cussing at each other, wrestle on the floor of Joe's office. Joe's on his feet yelling at them. JOE (yelling) Okay, okay, enough, enough! Playtime's over! You wanna roll around on the floor, do it in Eddie's office, not mine! The two men break it up. They are completely disheveled, hair a mess, shirttails out. As they get themselves together, they continue to taunt one another. EDDIE Daddy, did ya see that? JOE What? EDDIE Guy got me on the ground, tried to fuck me. VIC You fuckin' wish. EDDIE You tried to fuck me in my father's office, you sick bastard. Look, Vic, whatever you wanna do in the privacy of your own home, go do it. But don't try to fuck me. I don't think of you that way. I mean, I like you a lot - VIC Eddie, if I was a pirate, I wouldn't throw you to the crew. EDDIE No, you'd keep me for yourself. Four years fuckin' punks in the ass made you appreciate prime rib when you get it. VIC I might break you, Nice Guy, but I'd make you my dog's bitch. You'd be suckin' the dick and going down on a mangy T-bone hound. EDDIE Now ain't that a sad sight, daddy, walks into jail a white man, walks out talkin' like a nigger. It's all that black semen been shootin' up his butt. It's backed up into his brain and comes out of his mouth. JOE Are you two finished? We were talkin' about some serious shit when you came in Eddie. We got a big problem we're tryin' to solve. Now Eddie, would you like to sit down and help us solve it, or do you two wanna piss fart around? Playtime is over and Vic and Eddie know it. So they both take seats in front of Joe's desk. JOE Now Vic was tellin' me, he's got a parole problem. EDDIE Really? Who's your P.O.? VIC Seymour Scagnetti. EDDIE Scagnetti? Oh shit, I hear he's a motherfucker. VIC He is a motherfucker. He won't let me leave the halfway house till I get some piece of shit job. EDDIE You're coming back to work for us, right? VIC I wanna. But I gotta show this asshole I got an honest-to-goodness job before he'll let me move out on my own. I can't work for you guys and be worried about gettin' back before ten o'clock curfew. JOE (to Eddie) We can work this out, can't we? EDDIE This isn't all that bad. We can give you a lot of legitimate jobs. Put you on the rotation at Long Beach as a dock worker. VIC I don't wanna lift crates. EDDIE You don't hafta lift shit. You don't really work there. But as far as the records are concerned, you do. I call up Matthews, the foreman, tell him he's got a new guy. You're on the schedule. You got a timecard, it's clocked in and out for you everyday, and you get a pay check at the end of the week. And ya know dock workers don't do too bad. So you can move into a halfway decent place without Scagnetti thinkin "what the fuck." And if Scagnetti ever wants to make a surprise visit, you're gone that day. That day we sent you to Tustin. We gotta bunch of shit you needed to unload there. You're at the Taft airstrip pickin' up a bunch of shit and bringing it back. Part of your job is goin' different places - and we got places all over the place. JOE (to Vic) Didn't I tell ya not to worry? (to Eddie) Vic was worried. EDDIE Me and you'll drive down to Long Beach tomorrow. I'll introduce you to Matthews, tell him what's going on. VIC That's great, guy, thanks a bunch. (pause) When do you think you'll need me for real work? JOE Well, it's kinda a strange time right now. Things are kinda - EDDIE Nuts. We got a big meeting in Vegas coming up. And we're kinda just gettin ready for that right now. JOE Let Nice Guy set you up at Long Beach. Give ya some cash, get that Scagnetti fuck off your back, and we'll be talking to ya. EDDIE Daddy, I got an idea. Now just hear it out. I know you don't like to use any of the boys on these jobs, but technically, Vic ain't one of the boys. He's been gone for four years. He ain't on no one's list. Ya know he can handle himself, ya know you can trust him. Joe looks at Vic. Vic has no idea what they're talking about. JOE How would you feel about pullin' a heist with about five other guys? FADE TO BLACK: INT. NICE GUY EDDIE'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY Nice Guy Eddie is driving to the rendezvous talking on his portable car phone. The sounds of the seventies are coming out of his car radio in the form of "LOVE GOES WHERE MY ROSEMARY GOES" by Edison Lighthouse. EDDIE (into phone) Hey Dov, we got a major situation here. (pause) I know you know that. I gotta talk with daddy and find out what he wants done. FLASH ON INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY The Cop is standing in the warehouse with his hands cuffed behind his back. Mr. White, Mr. Pink and Mr. Blonde surround him and proceed to beat the shit out of him. "LOVE GROWS..." PLAYS over the soundtrack. BACK TO NICE GUY EDDIE EDDIE (into phone) All I know is what Vic told me. He said the place turned into a fuckin' bullet festival. He took a cop as hostage, just to get the fuck out of there. FLASH ON WAREHOUSE The three men are stomping the cop into the ground. BACK TO EDDIE EDDIE (into phone) Do I sound like I'm jokin'? He's fuckin' driving around with the cop in his trunk. (pause) I don't know who did that. I don't know who has the loot, if anybody has the loot. Who's dead, who's alive, who's caught, who's not... I will know, I'm practically there. But what do I tell these guys about daddy? (pause) You sure that's what he said? (pause) Okay, that's what I'll tell em. CUT TO: EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY Three cars belonging to the other guys are parked outside the warehouse. Eddie drives his car up to the warehouse. He gets out of the car, looks at the other cars parked outside. EDDIE (to himself) Fucking assholes. Eddie makes a beeline for the front door, BANGS it open, and steps inside the warehouse. INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY The robbers have the cop tied to a chair and are still WAILING on him. Nice Guy Eddie walks in and everybody jumps. EDDIE What in Sam Hill is goin' on? Mr. Pink and Mr. White speak together. MR. PINK Hey, Nice Guy, we got a - MR WHITE You askin' what's goin' on? Where the fuck is Joe? Nice Guy sees Mr. Orange. EDDIE Holy shit, this guy's all fucked up! MR. WHITE No shit, he's gonna fuckin' die on us if we don't get him taken care of. MR. PINK We were set up, the cops were waiting for us. EDDIE What? Nobody set anybody up. MR. PINK The cops were there waitin' for us! EDDIE Bullshit. MR. PINK Hey, fuck you man, you weren't there, we were. And I'm tellin' ya, the cops had that store staked out. EDDIE Okay, Mr. Detective, who did it? MR. PINK What the fuck d'you think we've been askin' each other? EDDIE And what are your answers? Was it me? You think I set you up? MR. PINK I don't know, but somebody did. EDDIE Nobody did. You assholes turn the jewelry store into a wild west show, and you wonder why cops show up. MR. BLONDE Where's Joseph? EDDIE I ain't talked to him. I talked to Dov. Dov said he's comin' out here, and he's fucking pissed. MR. PINK (to Mr. White) I told ya he'd be pissed. MR. WHITE (pointing to Mr. Orange) What are you gonna do about him? EDDIE Jesus Christ, give me a fuckin' chance to breathe. I got a few questions of my own, ya know. MR. WHITE You ain't dying, he is. EDDIE I'll call somebody. MR. WHITE Who? EDDIE A snake charmer, what the fuck d'you think. I'll call a doctor, take care of him, fix 'm right up. No, where's Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue? MR. PINK Brown's dead, we don't know about Blue. EDDIE Nobody saw what happened to Mr. Blue? MR. BLONDE Well, he's either dead or he's alive or the cops got him or they don't. DOLLY to MEDIUM on the cop. EDDIE (O.S.) I take it this is the bastard you told me about. (referring to the cop) Why the hell are you beating on him? MR. PINK So he'll tell us who the fuck set us up. EDDIE Would you stop it with that shit! You beat on this prick enough, he'll tell ya he started the Chicago fire. That don't necessarily make it so. Okay, first things fucking last, where's the shit? Please tell me somebody brought something with them. MR. PINK I got a bag. I stashed it till I could be sure this place wasn't a police station. EDDIE Well, let's go get it. We also gotta get rid of all those cars. It looks like Sam's hot car lot outside. (pointing to Mr. Blonde) You stay here and babysit Orange and the cop. (referring to Mr. Pink and Mr. White) You two take a car each, I'll follow ya. You ditch it, I'll pick you up, then we'll pick up the stones. And while I'm following you, I'll arrange for some sort of a doctor for our friend. MR. WHITE We can't leave these guys with him. Meaning Mr. Blonde. EDDIE Why not? Mr. White crosses to Mr. Blonde. MR. WHITE Because this guy's a fucking psycho. And if you think Joe's pissed at us, that ain't nothing compared to how pissed off I am at him, for puttin' me in the same room as this bastard. MR. BLONDE (to Eddie) You see what I been puttin' up with? As soon as I walk through the door I'm hit with this shit. I tell 'm what you told me about us stayin' put and Mr. White whips out his gun, sticks it in my face, and starts screaming "You motherfucker, I'm gonna blow you away, blah, blah, blah." MR. WHITE He's the reason the place turned into a shooting gallery. (to Mr. Pink) What are you, a silent partner? Fuckin' tell him. MR. PINK He seems all right now, but he went crazy in the store. MR. WHITE This is what he was doin'. Mr. White acts out Mr. Blonde shooting everybody in the store. MR. BLONDE I told 'em not to touch the alarm. They touched it. I blew 'em full of holes. If they hadn't done what I told 'em not it, they'd still be alive. MR. WHITE That's your excuse for going on a kill crazy rampage? MR. BLONDE I don't like alarms. EDDIE What does it matter who stays with the cop? We ain't lettin' him go. Not after he's seen everybody. You should've never took him outta your trunk in the first place. MR. PINK We were trying to find out what he knew about the set up. EDDIE There is no fuckin' set up! (Eddie takes charge) Look, this is the news. Blondie, you stay here and take care of them two. White and Pink come with me, 'cuz if Joe gets here and sees all those fucking cars parked out front, he's going to be as mad at me as he is at you. Eddie, Mr. White and Mr. Pink walk out of the warehouse talking amongst themselves. INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY - MR. BLONDE AND COP Mr. Blonde closes the door after them. He then slowly turns his head towards the cop. MR. BLONDE Alone at last. CLOSEUP - COP'S FACE MR. BLONDE (O.S.) Now where were we? COP I told you I don't know anything about any fucking set up. I've only been on the force eight months, nobody tells me anything! I don't know anything! You can torture me if you want - MR. BLONDE (O.S.) Thanks, don't mind if I do. COP Your boss even said there wasn't a set up. MR. BLONDE (O.S.) First off, I don't have a boss. Are you clear about that? He SLAPS the cop's face. MR. BLONDE (O.S.) I asked you a question. Are you clear about that? COP Yes. MR. BLONDE (O.S.) Now I'm not gonna bullshit you. I don't really care about what you know or don't know. I'm gonna torture you for awhile regardless. Not to get information, but because torturing a cop amuses me. There's nothing you can say, I've heard it all before. There's nothing you can do. Except pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get. He puts a piece of tape over the cop's mouth. COP'S POV Mr. Blonde walks away from the cop. MR. BLONDE Let's see what's on K-BILLY'S "super sounds of the seventies" weekend. He turns on the radio. Stealer's Wheel's hit "STUCK IN THE MIDDLE WITH YOU" PLAYS over the speaker. NOTE: This entire sequence is timed to the music. Mr. Blonde slowly walks toward the cop. He opens a razor. Mr. Blonde just stares into the cop's / our face, holding the razor, singing along with the song. Then, like a cobra, he LASHES out. A SLASH across the face. The cop / camera moves around wildly. Mr. Blonde just stares into the cop's / our face, singing along with the seventies hit. Then he reaches out and CUTS OFF the cop's / our ear. The cop / camera moves around wildly. Mr. Blonde holds the ear up to the cop / us to see. INT. / EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY - HANDHELD SHOT We follow Mr. Blonde as he walks out of the warehouse... to his car. He opens the trunk, pulls out a large can of gasoline. He walks back inside the warehouse... INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY ...carrying the can of gas. Mr. Blonde POURS the gasoline all over the cop, who's BEGGING him not to do this. Mr. Blonde just sings along with Stealer's Wheel. Mr. Blonde LIGHTS up a match and, while mouthing: MR. BLONDE "Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right. Here I am, stuck in the middle with you." He moves the match up to the cop... ...when a bullet EXPLODES in Mr. Blonde's chest. The HANDHELD camera WHIPS to the right and we see the bloody Mr. Orange FIRING his gun. We cut back and forth between Mr. Blonde taking BULLET HITS and Mr. Orange emptying his weapon. Mr. Blonde FALLS down dead. Mr. Orange crawls to where the cop is, leaving a bloody trail behind him. When he reaches the cop's feet he looks up at him. MR. ORANGE (feebly) What's your name? COP Marvin. MR. ORANGE Marvin what? COP Marvin Nash. MR. ORANGE Listen to me, Marvin Nash. I'm a cop. MARVIN I know. MR. ORANGE (surprised) You do? MARVIN Your name's Freddy something. MR. ORANGE Freddy Newendyke. MARVIN Frankie Ferchetti introduced us once, about five months ago. MR. ORANGE Shit. I don't remember that at all. MARVIN I do. (pause) How do I look? The gun-shot Mr. Orange looks at the kid's GASHED face and the hole in the side of his head where his ear used to be. MR. ORANGE I don't know what to tell you Marvin. Marvin starts to weep. MARVIN That fucking bastard! That fucking sick fucking bastard! MR. ORANGE Marvin, I need you to hold on. There's officers positioned and waiting to move in a block away. MARVIN (screaming) What the fuck are they waiting for? That motherfucker cut off my ear! He slashed my face! I'm deformed! MR. ORANGE And I'm dying. They don't know that. All they know is they're not to make a move until Joe Cabot shows up. I was sent undercover to get Cabot. You heard 'em, they said he's on his way. Don't pussy out on me now, Marvin. We're just gonna sit here and bleed until Joe Cabot sticks his fuckin' head through that door. CUT TO: TITLE CARD: "MR. ORANGE" INT. DENNY'S - NIGHT A tough-looking black man named HOLDAWAY, who sports a Malcom X beard, a green Chairman Mao cap with a red star on it, and a military flack jacket, digs into a Denny bacon, cheese and avocado burger. He sits in a booth all alone. He's waiting for somebody. As he waits, he practically empties an entire bottle of ketchup on his french fries, not by mistake either - that's just how he likes it. We see Mr. Orange, now known as FREDDY NEWENDYKE, wearing a high school letterman jacket, enter the coffee shop, spot Holdaway, and head his way. Holdaway sees Freddy bop towards him with a wide-ass alligator grin plastered across his face. CAMERA DOLLIES FAST down AISLE to MEDIUM SHOT of Holdaway. We hear Freddy OFF SCREEN. FREDDY (O.S.) Say "hello" to a motherfucker who's inside. Cabot's doing a job and take a big fat guess who he wants on the team? HOLDAWAY This better not be some Freddy joke. LOW ANGLE looking up at Freddy, who's standing at the table. FREDDY It ain't no joke, I'm in there. I'm up his ass. CLOSEUP - HOLDAWAY Holdaway just looks at his pupil for a moment, then smiles. HOLDAWAY Congratulations. EXT. DENNY'S - NIGHT We see through the window of the restaurant Freddy slide into the booth across from Holdaway. Freddy's doing a lot of talking, but we can't hear what they're saying. INT. DENNY'S - NIGHT FREEZE FRAME ON HOLDAWAY We are frozen on a MEDIUM CLOSEUP of Holdaway listening to Freddy. We HEAR RESTAURANT NOISE and Freddy OFF SCREEN. FREDDY (O.S.) Nice Guy Eddie tells me Joe wants to meet me. He says I should just hang around my apartment and wait for a phone call. Well after waiting three goddamn days by the fuckin' phone, he calls me last night and says Joe's ready, and he'll pick me up in fifteen minutes. The freeze frame ENDS. Holdaway comes suddenly up to speed and says: HOLDAWAY Who all picked you up? From here to end we cut back and forth. FREDDY Nice Guy. When we got to the bar... HOLDAWAY ...What bar? FREDDY The Boots and Socks in Gardena. When we got there, I met Joe and a guy named Mr. White. It's a phony name. My name's Mr. Orange. HOLDAWAY You ever seen this motherfucker before? FREDDY Who, Mr. White? HOLDAWAY Yeah. FREDDY No, he ain't familiar. He ain't one of Cabot's soldiers either. He's gotta be from outta town. But Joe knows him real well. HOLDAWAY How can you tell? FREDDY The way they talk to each other. You can tell they're buddies. HOLDAWAY Did the two of you talk? FREDDY Me and Mr. White? HOLDAWAY Yeah. FREDDY A little. HOLDAWAY What about? FREDDY The Brewers. HOLDAWAY The Milwaukee Brewers? FREDDY Yeah. They had just won the night before, and he made a killing off 'em. HOLDAWAY Well, if this crook's a Brewers fan, his ass has gotta be from Wisconsin. And I'll bet you everything from a diddle-eyed Joe to a damned-if-I- know, that in Milwaukee they got a sheet on this Mr. White motherfucker's ass. I want you to go through the mugs of guys from old Milwaukee with a history of armed robbery, and put a name to that face. Holdaway takes a big bite out of his burger. HOLDAWAY (with his mouth full) What kinds questions did Cabot ask? FREDDY Where I was from, who I knew, how I knew Nice Guy, had I done time, shit like that. Holdaway's talked enough, he's eating his burger now. He motions for Freddy to elaborate. FREDDY He asked me if I ever done armed robbery before. I read him my credits. I robbed a few gas and sips, sold some weed, told him recently I held the shotgun while me and another guy pulled down a poker game in Portland. CAMERA MOVES from a MEDIUM on Freddy to a CLOSEUP. HOLDAWAY(O.S.) Didja use the commode story? FREDDY Fuckin' A. I tell it real good, too. INT. MEN'S ROOM - L.A. TRAIN STATION - NIGHT Freddy and Holdaway at one of their many rendezvous. Holdaway wears an extra large Lakers sweatshirt. Freddy sits on one of the sinks, wearing his high school jacket, looking at pieces of paper stapled together. FREDDY What's this? HOLDAWAY It's a scene. Memorize it. FREDDY What? HOLDAWAY A undercover cop has got to be Marlon Brando. To do this job you got to be a great actor. You got to be naturalistic. You got to be naturalistic as hell. If you ain't a great actor you're a bad actor, and bad acting is bullshit in this job. FREDDY (referring to the papers) But what is this? HOLDAWAY It's a amusing anecdote about a drug deal. FREDDY What? HOLDAWAY Something funny that happened to you while you were doing a job. FREDDY I gotta memorize all this shit? HOLDAWAY It's like a joke. You remember what's important, and the rest you make your own. The only way to make it your own is to keep sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it. FREDDY I can do that. HOLDAWAY The things you gotta remember are the details. It's the details that sell your story. Now this story takes place in this men's room. So you gotta know the details about this men's room. You gotta know they got a blower instead of a towel to dry your hands. You gotta know the stalls ain't got no doors. You gotta know whether they got liquid or powdered soap, whether they got hot water or not, 'cause if you do your job when you tell your story, everybody should believe it. And if you tell your story to somebody who's actually taken a piss in this men's room, and you get one detail they remember right, they'll swear by you. INT. FREDDY'S APARTMENT - DAY Freddy paces back and forth, in and out of frame, rehearsing the anecdote. He's reading it pretty good, but he's still reading it from the page, and every once in a while he stumbles over his words. FREDDY ...this was during the Los Angeles marijuana drought of '86. I still had a connection. Which was insane, 'cause you couldn't get weed any fuckin' where then. Anyway, I had a connection with this hippie chick up in Santa Cruz. All and my friends knew it. And they'd give me a call and say, "Hey, Freddy, you buyin' some, you think you could buy me some too?" They knew I smoked, so they'd ask me to buy a little for them when I was buyin'. But it got to be every time I bought some weed, I was buyin' for four or five different people. Finally I said, "Fuck this shit." I'm makin' this bitch rich. She didn't have to do jack shit, she never even had to meet these people. I was fuckin' doin' all the work. So I got together with her and told her, "Hey, I'm sick of this shit. I'm comin' through for everybody, and nobody's comin' through for me. So, either I'm gonna tell all my friends to find their own source, or you give me a bunch of weed, I'll sell it to them, give you the money, minus ten percent, and I get my pot for free." So, I did if for awhile... FREDDY EXITS FRAME CUT TO: EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY Another empty frame, except obviously outside. Freddy enters frame from the same direction he exited in the previous scene, finishing his sentence. When we move to a wider shot we see Freddy performing his monologue to Holdaway in a parking lot. Holdaway sits on the hood of his beat-up car. Freddy paces back and forth as he performs his story. FREDDY ...but then that got to be a pain in the ass. People called me on the phone all the fuckin' time. I couldn't rent a fuckin' tape without six phone calls interrupting me. "Hey, Freddy, when's the next time