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"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 you're gettin'
some?" "Motherfucker, I'm tryin' to
watch 'Lost Boys' - when I have some,
I'll let you know." And then these
rinky-dink pot heads come by - there's
my friends and everything, but still.
I got all my shit laid out in sixty
dollar bags. Well, they don't want
sixty dollars worth. They want ten
dollars worth. Breaking it up is a
major fuckin' pain in the ass. I
don't even know how much ten dollars
worth is. "Well, fuck, man, I don't
want that much around. If I have
that much around I'll smoke it."
"Hey, if you guys can't control your
smokin, that's not my problem. You
motherfuckers been smokin' for five
years, be a adult about it." Finally
I just told my connection, count me
out. But as it turns out, I'm the
best guy she had, and she depended a
lot on my business. But I was still
sick to death of it. And she's trying
to talk me into not quitin'. Now
this was a very weird situation,
'cause I don't know if you remember
back in '86, there was a major fuckin'
drought. Nobody and anything. People
were livin' on resin and smokin' the
wood in their pipes for months. And
this chick had a bunch, and was
beggin' me to sell it. So I told her
I wasn't gonna be Joe the Pot Man
anymore. But I would take a little
bit and sell it to my close, close,
close friends. She agreed to that,
and said we'd keep the same
arrangement as before, ten percent
and free pot for me, as long as I
helped her out that weekend. She had
a brick of weed she was sellin', and
she didn't want to go to the buy
alone...

CUT TO:

INT. BOOTS AND SOCKS BAR - NIGHT

Freddy, Joe, Nice Guy Eddie and Mr. White all sit around a
table in a red-lighted smokey bar. Freddy continues his story.
The crooks are enjoying the hell out of it.

FREDDY
...Her brother usually goes with
her, but he's in county unexpectedly.

MR. WHITE
What for?

FREDDY
Traffic tickets gone to warrant.
They stopped him for something, found
the warrants on 'im, took 'im to
jail. She doesn't want to walk around
alone with all that weed. Well, I
don't wanna do this, I have a bad
feeling about it, but she keeps askin'
me, keeps askin' me, finally I said
okay 'cause I'm sick of listening to
it. Well, we're picking this guy up
at the train station.

JOE
You're picking the buyer up at the
train station? You're carrying the
weed on you?

FREDDY
Yeah, the guy needed it right away.
Don't ask me why. So we get to the
train station, and we're waitin' for
the guy. Now I'm carrying the weed
in one of those carry-on bags, and I
gotta take a piss. So I tell the
connection I'll be right back, I'm
goin' to the little boys room...

CUT TO:

INT. MEN'S ROOM - TRAIN STATION - DAY

MEDIUM ON FREDDY

He walks through the door with a carry-on bag over his
shoulder. Once he's inside, he stops in his tracks. We move
into a CLOSEUP.

FREDDY (V.O.)
...So I walk into the men's room,
and who's standing there?

FREEZE FRAME on Freddy standing in front of six Los Angeles
County Sheriffs and one German Shepherd. All of their eyes
are on Freddy. Everyone is frozen.

FREDDY (V.O.)
...six Los Angeles County Sheriffs
and a German Shepherd.

NICE GUY EDDIE (V.O.)
They were waiting for you?

FREDDY (V.O.)
No. They were just a bunch of cops
hangin' out in the men's room,
talkin'. When I walked through the
door they all stopped what they were
talking about and looked at me.

BACK TO BAR

EXTREME CLOSEUP ON MR. WHITE

MR. WHITE
That's hard, man. That's a fuckin'
hard situation.

BACK TO MEN'S ROOM

EXTREME CLOSEUP ON GERMAN SHEPHERD

Barking his head off.

FREDDY (V.O.)
The German Shepherd starts barkin'.
He's barkin' at me. I mean it's
obvious he's barkin' at me.

We do a slow 360 around Freddy in the men's room. We can
hear the dog barking.

FREDDY (V.O.)
Every nerve ending, all of my senses,
the blood in my veins, everything I
has was screaming, "Take off, man,
just take off, get the fuck outta
there! "Panic hit me like a bucket
of water. First there was the shock
of it - BAM, right in the face! Then
I'm just standin' there drenched in
panic. And all those sheriffs are
lookin' at me and they know. They
can smell it. As sure as that fuckin'
dog can, they can smell it on me.

FREEZE FRAME

Freeze frame shot of Freddy standing in front of the sheriffs.
It suddenly jerks to life, and moves to speed. The dog is
barking. Freddy moves to his right, out of frame. We stay on
the sheriffs. One sheriff yells at the dog.

SHERIFF #1
Shut up!

The dog quiets down. Sheriff #2 continues with his story. A
couple of the sheriffs look over at Freddy off screen, but
as Sheriff #2 talks, turn their attention to him.

SHERIFF #2
So my gun's drawn, right? I got it
aimed right at him. I tell 'em,
"Freeze, don't fuckin' move." And
the little idiot's lookin' at me,
nodding his head "Yes," sayin' "I
know... I know... I know." Meanwhile
his right hand is creepin' towards
his glove box. So I scream at him,
"Asshole, you better fuckin' freeze
right now! " And he's still lookin'
right at me, saying "I know... I
know... I know." And his right hand's
still going for the glove box.

THE CAMERA PANS away from the sheriffs to Freddy, up against
the urinal, playing possum, pretending to piss.

SHERIFF #2 (O.S.)
I tell 'im, "Buddy, I'm gonna shoot
you in the face right now if you
don't put your hands on the fuckin'
dash." And the guy's girlfriend, a
real sexy Oriental bitch, starts
screamin' at him, "Chuck, are you
out of your mind? Put your hands on
the dash like the officer said." And
then like nothing, the guy snaps out
of it and casually puts his hands on
the dash.

Freddy finishes his playing possum piss, and walks past the
sheriffs over to the sink.

THE CAMERA PANS with him. A sheriff is sitting on a sink. He
looks down and watches Freddy wash his hands.

SHERIFF #1
What was he goin' for?

SHERIFF #2
His registration. Stupid fuckin'
citizen, doesn't have the slightest
idea how close he came to gettin'
shot.

Freddy finishes washing his hands. He goes to dry them, but
there's only those hand drying machines. Freddy turns on the
drying machine. He can't hear anything the sheriffs say now.
The sound of the machine dominates the sound track.

These following shots are SLOW MOTION.

CLOSEUP - FREDDY

CLOSEUP - His HANDS, rubbing each other getting blown dry.

SHOT of Sheriffs talking. We can't hear them because of the
machine.

CLOSEUP - FREDDY

CLOSEUP - FREDDY'S HANDS

CLOSEUP - GERMAN SHEPHERD

He barks. We can't hear him because of the machine. Machine
turns off. Freddy turns and walks out of the room.

BACK TO BAR

CLOSEUP - JOE

JOE
(laughing)
That's how you do it, kid. You knew
how to handle that situation. You
shit your pants, and then you just
dive in and swim.

IN SLOW MOTION Joe lights a cigar.

HOLDAWAY (O.S.)
Tell me more about Cabot.

FREDDY (O.S.)
He's a cool guy. A real nice, real
funny, real cool guy.

CUT TO:

INT. DENNY'S - NIGHT

FREDDY
Do you remember "The Fantastic Four"?

HOLDAYWAY
Yeah.

FREDDY
The Thing. The motherfucker looks
just like The Thing.

INT. FREDDY'S APARTMENT - DAY

CLOSEUP - TELEPHONE

It RINGS. Freddy answers it, we FOLLOW the receiver up to
his face.

FREDDY
Hello.

NICE GUY EDDIE (O.S.)
(through phone)
It's time. Grab your jacket -

INT. NICE GUY EDDIE'S CAR (PARKED) - DAY

CLOSEUP - Nice Guy Eddie speaking into the car phone.

EDDIE
We're parked outside.

FREDDY (O.S.)
(through phone)
I'll be right down.

We hear the CLICK of Freddy hanging up through the phone.
Nice Guy places the receiver back in its cradle.

EDDIE
He'll be right down.

INT. FREDDY'S APARTMENT - DAY

The CAMERA follows Freddy as he hops around the apartment
getting everything he needs. He puts on his jacket and slips
on some sneakers.

DOLLY fast toward the front door knob. Freddy's hand comes
into FRAME, grabs the knob, then lets go. We MOVE UP to his
face.

Fear.

FREDDY
(to himself)
Don't pussy out on me now. They don't
know. They don't know shit.
(pause)
You're not gonna get hurt. You're
fucking Baretta and they believe
every word, cuz you're super cool.

He exits FRAME. We stay put and hear the door open and close
OFF SCREEN.

EXT. FREDDY'S APARTMENT - DAY

COPS' POV

From inside an unmarked car across the street, the TWO COPS
watching Freddy see him walk out of his building and up to
Eddie's parked car.

COP #1 (O.S.)
There goes our boy.

COP #2 (O.S.)
I swear, a guy has to have rocks in
his head the size of Gibraltar to
work undercover.

COP #1 (O.S.)
Do you want one of these?

COP #2 (O.S.)
Yeah, gimme the bear claw.

Freddy gets into the car and it pulls into traffic.

Cop #1 starts the engine and follows.

INT. NICE GUY EDDIE'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

Nice Guy Eddie is behind the wheel. Mr. Pink is in the
passenger seat. Freddy and Mr. White are in the backseat
together.

MR. PINK
...Hey, I know what I'm talkin' about,
black women ain't the same as white
women.

MR. WHITE
(sarcastically)
There's a slight difference.

The car laughs.

MR. PINK
Go ahead and laugh, you know what I
mean. What a while bitch will put up
with, a black bitch won't put up
with for a minute. They got a line,
and if you cross it, they fuck you
up.

EDDIE
I gotta go along with Mr. Pink on
this. I've seen it happen.

MR. WHITE
Okay, Mr. Expert. If this is such a
truism, how come every nigger I know
treats his woman like a piece of
shit?

MR. PINK
I'll make you a bet that those same
damn niggers who were showin' their
ass in public, when their bitches
get 'em home, they chill the fuck
out.

MR. WHITE
Not these guys.

MR. PINK
Yeah, those guys too.

EDDIE
Let me tell you guys a story. In one
of daddy's clubs there was this black
cocktail waitress named Elois.

MR. WHITE
Elois?

EDDIE
Yeah, Elois. E and Lois. We called
her Lady E.

MR. WHITE
Where was she from, Compton?

EDDIE
No. She was from Ladora Heights.

MR. PINK
The black Beverly Hills. I knew this
lady from Ladora Heights once.
(in a stuck up black
female voice)
"Hi, I'm from Ladora Heights, it's
the black Beverly Hills."

EDDIE
It's not the black Beverly Hills,
it's the black Palos Verdes. Anyway,
this chick, Elois, was a man-eater-
upper. I bet every guy who's ever
met her has jacked off to her at
least once. You know who she looked
like? Christie Love. 'Member that TV
show "Get Christie Love"? She was a
black female cop. She always used to
say "You're under arrest, sugar."

MR. PINK
I was in the sixth grade when that
show was on. I totally dug it. What
the fuck was the name of the chick
who played Christie Love?

EDDIE
Pam Grier.

MR. PINK
No, it wasn't Pam Grier, Pam Grier
was the other one. Pam Grier made
the movies. Christie Love was like a
Pam Grier TV show, without Pam Grier.

MR. PINK
What the fuck was that chick's name?
Oh this is just great, I'm totally
fuckin' tortured now.

EDDIE
Well, whoever she was, Elois looked
like her. So one night I walk into
the club, and no Elois. Now the
bartender was a wetback, he was a
friend of mine, his name was Carlos.
So I asked him "Hey, Carlos, where's
Lady E tonight?" Well apparently
Lady E was married to this real piece
of dog shit. I mean a real animal.
And apparently he would so things to
her.

FREDDY
Do things? What would he do? You
mean like beat her up?

EDDIE
Nobody knows for sure what he did.
We just know he did something. Anyway,
Elois plays it real cool. And waits
for the next time this bag of shit
gets drunk. So one night the guy
gets drunk and passes out on the
couch. So while the guy's inebriated,
she strips him naked. Then she takes
some crazy glue and glues his dick
to his belly.

The car reacts to how horrible that would be.

EDDIE
I'm dead fuckin' serious. She put
some on his dick and some on his
belly, then stuck 'em together. The
paramedics had to come and cut it
loose.

The car reacts badly.

MR. WHITE
Jesus Christ!

FREDDY
You can do some crazy things with
it.

EDDIE
I don't know what he did to her, but
she got even.

MR. WHITE
Was he all pissed off?

MR. PINK
How would you feel if you had to do
a handstand every time you took a
piss.

The car laughs.

INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

JOE
You guys like to tell jokes and giggle
and kid around, huh? Giggling like a
bunch of young broads in a school
yard. Well, let me tell a joke.

CAMERA TRACKS ACROSS men's faces.

JOE
Five guys sitting in a bull pen, San
Quentin. Wondering how the fuck they
got there. What'd we wrong? What
should we've done? What didn't we
do? It's your fault, my fault, his
fault. All that bullshit. Finally,
someone comes up with the idea, wait
a minute, while we were planning
this caper, all we did was sit around
and tell fuckin' jokes. Got the
message? When this caper's over, and
I'm sure it's gonna be a successful
one, hell, we'll go down to the
Hawaiian Island and I'll roar and
laugh with all of you. You'll find
me a different character down there.
Right now it's a matter of business.
With the exception of Eddie and
myself, who you already know, you'll
be using aliases. Under no
circumstances are you to tell one
another your real name or anything
else about yourself. That includes
where you're from, your wife's name,
where you might've done time, about
a bank in St. Petersburg you might've
robbed. You guys don't say shit about
who you are, where you been or what
you've done. Only thing you guys can
talk about is what you're going to
do. This way the only ones who know
who the members of the team are Eddie
and myself. And that's the way I
like it. Because in the unlikely
event of one of you getting
apprehended by the cops, not that I
expect that to happen - it most
definitely should not happen - it
hasn't happened, you don't have
anything to deal with. You don't
know any names. You know my name,
you know Eddie's name. That I don't
care about. You gotta prove it. I
ain't worried. Besides, this way you
gotta trust me. I like that. I set
this up and picked the men I wanted
for it. None of you came to me, I
approached all of you. I know you. I
know your work, I know your
reputation. I know you as men. Except
for this guy.

Joe points a finger at Freddy.

Freddy shits a brick.

JOE
But he's OK. If he wasn't OK, he
wouldn't be here. Okay, let me
introduce everybody to everybody.
But once again, at the risk of being
redundant, if I even think I hear
somebody telling or referring to
somebody by their Christian name...
(Joe searches for the
right words)
...you won't want to be you. Okay,
quickly.
(pointing at the men
as he gives them a
name)
Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde,
Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr. Pink.

MR. PINK
Why am I Mr. Pink?

JOE
Cause you're a faggot, alright?

Everybody laughs.

MR. PINK
Why can't we pick out our own colors?

JOE
I tried that once, it don't work.
You get four guys fighting over who's
gonna be Mr. Black. Since nobody
knows anybody else, nobody wants to
back down. So forget it, I pick. Be
thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.

MR. BROWN
Yeah, but Mr. Brown? That's too close
to Mr. Shit.

Everybody laughs.

MR. PINK
Yeah, Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy.
Tell you what, let me be Mr. Purple.
That sounds good to me, I'm Mr.
Purple.

JOE
You're not Mr. Purple, somebody from
another job's Mr. Purple. You're Mr.
Pink.

MR. WHITE
Who cares what your name is? Who
cares if you're Mr. Pink, Mr. Purple,
Mr. Pussy, Mr. Piss...

MR. PINK
Oh that's really easy for you to
say, you're Mr. White. You gotta
cool-sounding name. So tell me, Mr.
White, if you think "Mr. Pink" is no
big deal, you wanna trade?

JOE
Nobody's trading with anybody! Look,
this ain't a goddamn fuckin' city
counsel meeting! Listen up Mr. Pink.
We got two ways here, my way or the
highway. And you can go down either
of 'em. So what's it gonna be, Mr.
Pink?

MR. PINK
Jesus Christ, Joe. Fuckin' forget
it. This is beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink,
let's move on.

CAMERA leaves the team and goes to the blackboard with the
layout of the jewelry store on it.

JOE
I'll move on, when I feel like it.
All you guys got the goddamn message?
I'm so goddamn mad I can hardly talk.
Let's go to work.

CUT TO:

EXT. KARINA'S FINE JEWELRY - DAY

We see MOS SHOTS of the outside of the jewelry store.

CUSTOMERS coming and going. STORE CLERKS waiting on customers
through the windows.

While we look at this we HEAR over the soundtrack Mr. White
and Freddy talking OFF SCREEN.

MR. WHITE (V.O.)
Let's go over it. Where are you?

FREDDY (V.O.)
I stand outside and guard the door.
I don't let anybody come in or go
out.

MR. WHITE (V.O.)
Mr. Brown?

FREDDY (V.O.)
Mr. Brown stays in the car. He's
parked across the street till I give
him the signal, then he pulls up in
front of the store.

MR. WHITE (V.O.)
Mr. Blonde and Mr. Blue?

FREDDY (V.O.)
Crowd control. They handle customers
and employees in the display area.

INT. MR. WHITE'S CAR (PARKED) - DAY

Mr. White and Freddy sit in a car parked across the street
from the jewelry store, staking it out.

MR. WHITE
Myself and Mr. Pink?

FREDDY
You two take the manager in the back
and make him give you the diamonds.
We're there for those stones, period.
Since no display cases are being
fucked with, no alarms should go
off. We're out of there in two
minutes, not one second longer. What
if the manager won't give up the
diamonds?

MR. WHITE
When you're dealing with a store
like this, they're insured up the
ass. They're not supposed to give
you and resistance whatsoever. If
you get a customer or an employee
who thinks he's Charles Bronson,
take the butt of your gun and smash
their nose in. Drops 'em right to
the floor. Everyone jumps, he falls
down, screaming, blood squirts out
his nose. Freaks everybody out. Nobody
says fuckin' shit after that. You
might get some bitch talk shit to
ya. But give her a look, like you're
gonna smash her in the face next.
Watch her shut the fuck up. Now if
it's a manager, that's a different
story. The managers know better than
to fuck around. So if one's givin'
you static, he probably thinks he's
a real cowboy. So what you gotta do
is break that son-of-a-bitch in two.
If you wanna know something and he
won't tell you, cut off one of his
fingers. The little one. Then you
tell 'im his thumb's next. After
that he'll tell ya if he wears ladies
underwear. I'm hungry, let's get a
taco.

CUT TO:

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

It's the moment of the robbery. The alley is empty.

In the distance we hear all hell breaking loose. Guns FIRING,
people SHOUTING and SCREAMING, sirens WAILING, glass
BREAKING...

A car whips around the corner, into the alley.

The doors BURST open, Freddy and Mr. White hop out.

Freddy opens the driver's side door. A bloody SCREAMING Mr.
Brown FALLS out.

MR. BROWN
(screaming)
My eyes! My eyes! I'm blind, I'm
fucking blind!

FREDDY
You're not blind, there's just blood
in your eyes.

Mr. White loads his two .45 automatics. He RUNS to the end
of the alley just as a police car comes into SIGHT.

FIRING both .45's, Mr. White massacres everyone in the patrol
car.

Freddy, holding the dying Mr. Brown, looks on at Mr. White's
ambush in shock.

Mr. Brown lifts his head up, blood in his eyes.

MR. BROWN
Mr. Orange? You're Mr. Orange, aren't
you?

By the time Freddy turns his head back to him, Mr. Brown is
dead.

Mr. White RUNS up to Freddy.

MR. WHITE
Is he dead?

Freddy doesn't answer, he can't.

MR. WHITE
Did he did or not?

Freddy, scared.

FREDDY
I'm sorry.

MR. WHITE
What? Snap out of it!

Mr. White GRABS Freddy by the coat and YANKS him along as he
RUNS.

They EXIT the alley and FLEE down a street.

A car with a FEMALE DRIVER comes up on the two men.

Mr. White JUMPS in her path, stopping the car. He points his
gun at her.

MR. WHITE
Get us outta here!

Mr. White climbs into the backseat.

Freddy starts to climb in.

The Female driver comes up with a gun from under her seat.

MR. WHITE
The bitch's got a gun!

She SHOOTS Freddy in the stomach.

On instinct Freddy brings up his gun and SHOOTS her in the
face.

CLOSEUP - FREDDY

As he FALLS to the ground he realizes what's happened to him
and what he's done. SLOW MOTION.

Mr. White DRAGS the dead female driver out of the car. He
SHOVES Freddy in the backseat and DRIVES away.

INT. GETAWAY CAR (MOVING) - DAY

Freddy holding his stomach and doubled over in pain is CRYING.

We replay the scene between Freddy and Mr. White in the
getaway car. Except this time, we never leave Freddy.

MR. WHITE (O.S.)
Just hold on buddy boy.

FREDDY
I'm sorry. I can't believe she killed
me...

CUT TO:

INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

MEDIUM SHOT on the door. Nice Guy Eddie, Mr. White and Mr.
Pink walk through it. They stop in their tracks.

We see what they see. Mr. Blonde, lying on the ground, shot
full of holes. The cop slumped over in his chair, a bloody
mess, Mr. Orange lying at the cop's feet, holding his wound.
Eddie, Mr. White and Mr. Pink walk into the shot.

EDDIE
What the fuck happened here?

Eddie runs over to his friend Mr. Blonde / Toothpick Vic.

MR. WHITE
(to Mr. Orange)
What happened?

MR. ORANGE
(very weakly)
Blonde went crazy. He slashed the
cop's face, cut off his ear and was
gonna burn him alive.

EDDIE
(yelling)
Who cares what he was gonna do to
this fuckin' pig?

Eddie whips out his gun and SHOOTS the cop. The cop and the
chair tip over. Eddie stands over him and SHOOTS him once
more.

EDDIE
(to Mr. Orange)
You were saying he went crazy?
Something like that? Worse or better?

MR. ORANGE
Look, Eddie, he was pullin' a burn.
He was gonna kill the cop and me.
And when you guys walked through the
door, he was gonna blow you to hell
and make off with the diamonds.

MR. WHITE
(to Eddie)
Uhuh, uhuh, what's I tell ya? That
sick piece of shit was a stone cold
psycho.

MR. ORANGE
(to Eddie)
You could've asked the cop, if you
didn't just kill him. He talked about
what he was going to do when he was
slicing him up.

EDDIE
I don't buy it. It doesn't make sense.

MR. WHITE
It makes perfect fuckin' sense to
me. Eddie, you didn't see how he
acted during the job, we did.

Mr. Pink walks over to the cop's body.

MR. PINK
He's right about the ear, it's hacked
off.

EDDIE
(to Mr. Orange)
Let me say this out loud, just to
get it straight in my mind. According
to you, Mr. Blonde was gonna kill
you. Then when we came back, kill
us, grab the diamonds, and scram.
That's your story? I'm correct about
that, right?

MR. ORANGE
Eddie, you can believe me or not
believe me, but it's the truth. I
swear on my mother's eternal soul
that's what happened.

The CAMERA moves into a CLOSEUP of Nice Guy Eddie.

There's a long pause while he rolls over what Mr. Orange has
said. Finally:

EDDIE
The man you killed was just released
from prison. He got caught at a
company warehouse full of hot items.
He could've walked away. All he had
to do was say my dad's name. But
instead he shut his mouth and did
his time. He did four years for us,
and he did 'em like a man. And we
were very grateful. So, Mr. Orange,
you're tellin' me this very good
friend of mine, who did four years
for my father, who in four years
never made a deal, no matter what
they dangled in front of him, you're
telling me that now, that now this
man is free, and we're making good
on our commitment to him, he's just
gonna decide, right out of the fuckin'
blue, to rip us off?

Silence.

EDDIE
Mr. Orange, why don't you tell me
what really happened?

VOICE (O.S.)
Why? It'll just be more bullshit.

Eddie steps out of his CLOSEUP and we see Joe Cabot standing
in the warehouse doorway. He walks into the room.

JOE
(pointing to Mr. Orange)
This man set us up.

CAMERA does a 360 around the men.

EDDIE
Daddy, I'm sorry, I don't know what's
happening.

JOE
That's okay, Eddie, I do.

MR. WHITE
(to Joe)
What the fuck are you talking about?

JOE
(pointing to Mr. Orange)
That piece of shit. Workin' with the
cops.

MR. WHITE, MR. PINK & EDDIE
What?

JOE
I said this lump of shit is workin'
with the LAPD.

MR. ORANGE'S POV

Looking up from the floor at everybody.

Joe looks down at Mr. Orange.

JOE
Aren't you?

MR. ORANGE (O.S.)
I don't have the slightest fuckin'
idea what you're talkin' about.

MR. WHITE
(very calmly to Joe)
Joe, I don't know what you think you
know, but you're wrong.

JOE
Like hell I am.

MR. WHITE
(very calmly)
Joe, trust me on this, you've made a
mistake. He's a good kid. I understand
you're hot, you're super-fuckin'
pissed. We're all real emotional.
But you're barking up the wrong tree.
I know this man, and he wouldn't do
that.

JOE
You don't know jack shit. I do. This
rotten bastard tipped off the cops
and got Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue killed.

MR. PINK
Mr. Blue's dead?

JOE
Dead as Dillinger.

EDDIE
The motherfucker killed Vic.

MR. WHITE
How do you know all this?

JOE
He was the only one I wasn't a hundred
percent on. I should have my fucking
head examined for goin' forward when
I wasn't a hundred percent. But he
seemed like a good kid, and I was
impatient and greedy and all the
things that fuck you up.

MR. WHITE
(screaming)
That's your proof?

JOE
You don't need proof when you got
instinct. I ignored it before, but
not no more.

He WHIPS out a revolver and aims it at Mr. Orange.

Mr. White brings his .45 up at Joe.

Eddie and Mr. Pink are shook awake by the flash of firearms.

Eddie raises his gun, pointing it at Mr. White.

EDDIE
Have you lost your fucking mind? Put
your gun down!

Mr. Pink fades into the b.g., wanting no part of this.

MR. WHITE
Joe, you're making a terrible mistake
I can't let you make.

EDDIE
Stop pointing your fuckin' gun at
daddy!

Joe, never taking his eyes off Mr. Orange.

JOE
Don't worry, Eddie. Me and Larry
have been friends a long time, he
ain't gonna shoot. We like each other
too much.

MR. WHITE
Joe, if you kill that man, you die
next. Repeat, if you kill that man,
you die next!

We get many different angles of the Mexican standoff.

MEDIUMS ON EVERYBODY

Mr. Orange holding his belly, looking from left to right.

Joe pointing down on Mr. Orange. Not taking his eyes off
him.

Mr. White pointing at Joe, looking like he's ready to start
firing any minute.

Eddie scared shitless for his father, gun locked on Mr. White.

Mr. Pink walking backwards away from the action.

Nobody says nothing.

FOUR SHOT of guys ready for violence. Mr. Pink in the
background.

MR. PINK
C'mon, guys, nobody wants this. We're
supposed to me fuckin' professionals!

Joe raises his head to Mr. White.

JOE
Larry, I'm gonna kill him.

MR. WHITE
Goddamn you, Joe, don't make me do
this!

JOE
Larry, I'm askin' you to trust me on
this.

MR. WHITE
Don't ask me that.

JOE
I'm not askin', I'm betting.

Joe's eyes go back to Mr. Orange.

EDDIE
Daddy, don't!

Joe FIRES three times, HITTING Mr. Orange with every one.

Mr. White SHOOTS Joe twice in the face. Joe brings his hands
up to his face, screaming, and falls to the ground.

Eddie FIRES at Mr. White, HITTING him three times in the
chest.

Mr. White brings his gun around on Eddie and SHOOTS him.

The two men FALL to their knees, FIRING at each other.

Eddie COLLAPSES, dead.

Joe's dead.

Mr. Orange lies perfectly still, except for his chest heaving.
The only SOUND we hear is his loud breathing.

Mr. White is SHOT full of holes, but still on his knees, not
moving.

Mr. Pink is standing motionless. Finally he grabs the satchel
of diamonds and RUNS out the door.

We now hear SIRENS, the SOUNDS of more CARS DRIVING UP, MEN
RUNNING to the warehouse.

While all this noise is going on, Mr. White tries to stand
but FALLS DOWN. He somehow makes it to where Mr. Orange lies.

He lifts Mr. Orange's head, cradling it in his lap and
stroking his brow.

MR. WHITE
(with much effort)
Sorry, kid. Looks like we're gonna
do a little time.

Mr. Orange looks up at him and, with even more of an effort:

MR. ORANGE
I'm a cop.

Mr. White doesn't say anything, he keeps stroking Orange's
brow.

MR. ORANGE
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

Mr. White lifts his .45 and places the barrel between Mr.
Orange's eyes.

The CAMERA MOVES into an EXTREME CLOSEUP of Mr. White.

The SOUNDS of outside STORM inside. We don't see anything,
but we HEAR a bunch of shotguns COCKING.

POLICE FORCE (O.S.)
Freeze, motherfucker! Drop your
fucking gun!

Mr. White looks up at them, smiles, PULLS the trigger.

BANG!

We hear a BURST of SHOTGUN FIRE.

Mr. White is BLOWN out of frame, leaving it empty.

FADE OUT:

THE END

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