This movie is dedicated to these following sources of

inspiration:

TIMOTHY CAREY

ROGER CORMAN

ANDRE DeTOTH

CHOW YUEN FAT

JEAN LUC GODDARD

JEAN PIERRE MELVILLE

LAWRENCE TIERNEY

LIONEL WHITE

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RESERVOIR DOGS

1 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. PINK

"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. BLUE

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. PINK

--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. PINK

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. BROWN

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. PINK

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. PINK

Where was I?

MR. ORANGE

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. PINK

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. PINK

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. PINK

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. PINK

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. BLUE

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. PINK

You know the part in "Gypsies,

Tramps and Theives," when she says

"Poppa woulda shot his if he knew

what he'd done?" I could never

figure out what he did.

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. White.

NICE GUY EDDIE

C'mon, throw in a buck.

MR. WHITE

Uh-uh. I don't tip.

NICE GUY EDDIE

Whaddaya mean you don't tip?

MR. WHITE

I don't believe in it.

NICE GUY EDDIE

You don't believe in tipping?

MR. PINK

(laughing)

I love this kid, he's a madman,

this guy.

MR. BLONDE

Do you have any idea what these

ladies make? They make shit.

MR. WHITE

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. WHITE

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. WHITE

Our girl was okay. She didn't do

anything special.

MR. BLONDE

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. WRITE

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. WHITE

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. WHITE

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. White rubs two of his fingers together.

MR. WHITE

Do you know what this is? It's

the world's smallest violin,

playing just for the waitresses.

MR. BLONDE

You don't have any idea what

you're talking about. These

people bust their ass. This

is a hard job.

MR. WHITE

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. ORANGE

They work harder than the kids at

McDonald's.

MR. WHITE

Oh yeah, I don't see them cleaning

fryers.

MR. BROWN

These people are taxed on the tips

they make. When you stiff 'em,

you cost them money.

MR. BLONDE

Waitressing is the number one

occupation for female non-college

graduates in this country. It's

the one jab basically any woman

can get, and make a living on.

The reason is because of tips.

MR. WHITE

Fuck all that.

They all laugh.

MR. WHITE

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 won'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. White.

JOE

(to Mr. Orange)

Mr. White?

(to Mr. White)

Why?

MR. ORANGE

He don't tip.

JOE

(to Mr. Orange)

He don't tip?

(to Mr. White)

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. White)

You don't believe in it?

MR. ORANGE

Nope.

JOE

(to Mr. Orange)

Shut up!

(to Mr. White)

Cough up the buck, ya cheap

bastard, I paid for your goddamn

breakfast.

MR. WHITE

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. Blonde)

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.

2 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 (OS)

Just hold on buddy boy.

Somebody stops screaming long enough to say:

SOMEBODY (OS)

I'm sorry. I can't believe

she killed me. Who would've

fuckin thought that?

CUT TO:

3 INT. GETAWAY GAR (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.

4 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.

5 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 (OS)

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:

6 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.

7 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 C.U. DRIVER'S SIDE WINDOW

Mr. Pink SMASHES it in our face.

8 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.

9 INT. CAR (MOVING) - DAY

CAMERA in the backseat, Mr. Pink FLOORS it. SPEEDING down

the street, with the Cops FIRING after him.

BACK TO:

10 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 mother-

fucker'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 ahold 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. Pink points OFFSCREEN to Mr. Orange. Mr. White's

expression changes.

MR. WHITE

Jesus Christ!

11 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

They run over to Mr. Orange, who's unconscious. The

CAMERA hovers over the action. Mr. Pink reaches him

first.

MR. PINK

Is he dead?

Mr. White pushes him out of the way. He feels the pulse

on Mr. Orange's neck.

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

C.U. of Mr. White.

MR. PINK (OS)

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 (OS)

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 (OS)

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:

C.U. OF MR. PINK.

MR. WHITE (OS)

Well, he knows a little about me.

MR. PINK

You didn't tell him your name, did

ya?

MR. WHITE (OS)

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 (OS)

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 (OS)

He asked.

Mr. Pink looks at Mr. White like he's retarded.

MR. WHITE (OS)

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 (OS)

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 (OS)

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,

(i) 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 (OS)

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 C.U. and turns his back on Mr.