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Pulp Fiction : Script (vo)
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5. INT. RECEPTION AREA (APARTMENT BUILDING) - MORNING 5.
VINCENT and JULES walk through the reception area and wait for
the elevator.
JULES
You remember Antwan Rockamora?
Half-black, half-Samoan, usta call him Tony Rocky Horror.
VINCENT
Yeah maybe, fat right?
JULES
I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat. He's got a weight problem. What's the
nigger gonna do, he's Samoan.
VINCENT
I think I know who you mean, what about him?
JULES
Well, MARSELLUS fucked his ass up good. And word around the campfire, it was on account of
MARSELLUS WALLACE's wife.
The elevator arrives, the men step inside.
6. INT. ELEVATOR - MORNING 6.
VINCENT
What'd he do, fuck her?
JULES
No no no no no no no, nothin' that bad.
VINCENT
Well what then?
JULES
He gave her a foot massage.
VINCENT
A foot massage?
JULES nods his head: "Yes."
VINCENT
That's all?
JULES nods his head: "Yes."
VINCENT
What did MARSELLUS do?
JULES
Sent a couple of guys over to his place. They took him out on the patio of his apartment,
threw his ass over the balcony. Nigger fell four stories. They had this garden at the
bottom, enclosed in glass, like one of them greenhouses -- nigger fell through that. Since
then, he's kinda developed a speech impediment.
The elevator doors open, JULES and VINCENT exit.
VINCENT
That's a damn shame.
7. INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY - MORNING 7.
STEADICAM in front of JULES and VINCENT as they make a beeline
down the hall.
VINCENT
Still I hafta say, play with matches, ya get burned.
JULES
Whaddya mean?
VINCENT
You don't be givin' MARSELLUS Wallace's new bride a foot massage.
JULES
You don't think he overreacted?
VINCENT
Antwan probably didn't expect MARSELLUS to react like he did, but he had to expect a
reaction.
JULES
It was a foot massage, a foot massage is nothing, I give my
mother a foot massage.
VINCENT
It's laying hands on MARSELLUS Wallace's new wife in a familiar way. Is it as bad as
eatin' her out -- no, but you're in the same fuckin' ballpark.
JULES stops VINCENT.
JULES
Whoa...whoa...whoa...stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot
massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
VINCENT
Not the same thing, the same ballpark.
JULES
It ain't no ballpark either. Look maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but
touchin' his lady's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her holyiest of holyies, ain't the
same ballpark, ain't the same league, ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Foot massages
don't mean shit.
VINCENT
Have you ever given a foot massage?
JULES
Don't be tellin' me about foot massages -- I'm the fuckin' foot master.
VINCENT
Given a lot of 'em?
JULES
Shit yeah. I got my technique down man, I don't tickle or nothin'.
VINCENT
Have you ever given a guy a foot massage?
JULES looks at him a long moment -- he's been set up.
JULES
Fuck you.
He starts walking down the hall. VINCENT, smiling, walks a
little bit behind.
VINCENT
How many?
JULES
Fuck you.
VINCENT
Would you give me a foot massage -- I'm kinda tired.
JULES
Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' pissed -- this is the door.
The two men stand in front of the door numbered "49." They whisper.
JULES
What time is it?
VINCENT
(checking his watch)
Seven-twenty-two in the morning.
JULES
It ain't quite time, let's hang back.
They move a little away from the door, facing each other,
still whispering.
JULES
Look, just because I wouldn't give no man a foot massage, don't make it right for
MARSELLUS to throw Antwan off a building into a glass- motherfuckin-house, fuckin' up the
way the nigger talks. That ain't right, man. Motherfucker do that to me, he better
paralyze my ass, 'cause I'd kill'a motherfucker.
VINCENT
I'm not sayin' he was right, but you're sayin' a foot massage don't mean nothing, and I'm
sayin' it does. I've given a million ladies a million foot massages and they all meant
somethin'. We act like they don't, but they do. That's what's so fuckin' cool about 'em.
This sensual thing's goin' on that nobody's talkin about, but you know it and she knows
it, fuckin' MARSELLUS knew it, and Antwan shoulda known fuckin' better. That's his fuckin'
wife, man. He ain't gonna have a sense of humor about that shit.
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From dusk 'till dawn : Script (vo)
22 INT. MOTOR HOME - NIGHT 22
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Richard's in the back with Kate and Scott. Richard, expressionless, looks at Kate's
bare feet.
SLOW ZOOM KATE'S BARE FEET
EXTREME CLOSEUP – KATE'S TOES.
They wiggle.
His eyes go to her hands.
SLOW ZOOM KATE'S HANDS
EXTREME CLOSEUP – KATE'S FINGERS
His eyes go to her neck.
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She does an eyes-closed voodoo dance in perfect step with the beat.
As the music continues to play, a very fucked-up looking Chet Pussy walks in. He goes over
to Razor Charlie and points at Seth's table, describing what happened.
As the last verse plays, Santanico, like a snake, comes up from the ground, on top of the
Fuller/Gecko table.
Richard, Kate and Scott are enraptured.
Santanico scans the table, zeroing in on our boy Richard. She STANDS OVER him.
While moving her body to the music, she lifts up the whisky bottle from the table, and
pours the whiskey down her leg.
She lifts up her foot, with the whiskey dripping from her toes, and sticks it in
Richard's face.
SANTANICO
(to Richard in Spanish)
Drink up.
Richie, mesmerized, sucks the whiskey off her toes.
The CROWD GOES WILD.
Santanico smiles, master of all she surveys.
Jacob and Scott are embarrassed.
Kate, oddly enough, is turned on by the controlling power this woman has over a man she's
deathly feared.
Seth laughs out loud a Mexican "yi yi yiii" laugh, keeping the beat with his
guitar.
Across the room, Razor Charlie, Chet by his side, motions over Big Emilio. He begins
explaining with pointing what Seth and company did to Chet.
Richard continues to suck her toes.
The song ends, Santanico extracts her foot from Richard's mouth. Steps off the table.
Takes a drink of whiskey. Looks down at the seated Richard.
She GRABS the back of his hair, YANKS his head BACK.
His mouth OPENS because she's hurting him.
She LEANS her FACE OVER his like she's going to kiss him.
Then let's the whiskey from her mouth fall into his. They never touch.
The crowd applauds.
She lets go of Richard's hair. Except for Jacob and Richard, both for their own reasons,
the table applauds, none louder than Seth.
SETH
Brave! Brave! Brave! Now that's
what I call a fuckin' show!
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Seth comes to and finds Santanico standing over him. He tries to rise, but Santanico
places her bare foot on his chest, pinning him down to the floor. He tries to move, but
the pressure of her foot is equivalent to an engine block placed on his chest.
SANTANICO
I'm not gonna drain you completely. You're gonna turn for me, You'll be my slave. You'll
live for me. You'll eat bugs because I order it. Because I don't think you're worthy of
human blood, you'll feed on the blood of stray dogs. You'll be my foot stool. And at my
command, you'll lick the dog shit from my boot heel. Since you'll be my dog, your new name
will be "Spot."
Welcome to slavery.
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Aux Pieds des Femmes ©1999-2001
L'Univers des pieds Féminins et de la domination Féminine.