Revenge is a savage game, and the Bride plays it with ruthless precision.
The Bride stood atop a barren hill, her eyes fixed on the horizon. The wind whipped her long hair around her face, but she didn’t flinch. She had come too far, fought too hard, to be deterred by a mere gust of wind.
Her journey had started years ago, on the day of her wedding. The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad had come crashing through the church doors, intent on killing her and her unborn child. They had left her for dead, but she had survived, fueled by a burning desire for revenge.
Now, years later, she had finally tracked down the last member of the squad: Bill himself. There was nothing left to do but face him, to finally put an end to her quest for justice.
The Bride closed her eyes and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the final battle. She knew it would be the most challenging fight of her life, but she was ready. She had trained for this moment for years, honing her skills and perfecting her techniques.
With one final deep breath, the Bride opened her eyes and began to walk towards her destiny.
Chapter 1: The First Target
The strip club was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of sweat and cheap perfume. The Bride made her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for her target: Budd.
Once a member of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad, Budd had traded in his life of crime for a job as a bouncer at the club. But the Bride knew that he still had connections, still had a way to get her closer to Bill.
She spotted him at the back of the room, slouched in a chair with a bottle of beer in hand. He looked up as she approached, his eyes narrowing in recognition.
“Well, well, well,” he drawled, “if it ain’t the Bride. You’re a hard woman to kill.”
The Bride said nothing, her eyes fixed on Budd’s face. She knew that he was one of the weakest members of the squad, but that didn’t mean he would be an easy target.
“What do you want?” Budd asked, taking a swig of his beer.
“I want information,” the Bride replied coolly. “I want to know where Bill is hiding.”
Budd snorted. “And what makes you think I would tell you?”
“I think you’ll tell me because you don’t want to end up like the others,” the Bride said, her voice low and dangerous.
Budd shifted in his seat, his eyes flicking nervously towards the door. “I don’t know where he is,” he muttered.
The Bride knew he was lying, but she didn’t press the issue. She had other means of getting the information she needed.
Without warning, she reached into her suitcase and pulled out a Hattori Hanzo sword. She twirled it expertly in her hand, the silver blade glinting in the dim light.
Budd’s eyes widened in fear. “You wouldn’t,” he gasped.
The Bride didn’t respond. She lunged forward, the sword slicing through the air towards Budd’s throat.
He tried to dodge, but he was too slow. The blade caught him just below the chin, slicing through flesh and bone with ease.
Budd gurgled, clutching at his throat as blood sprayed across the room. The other patrons scattered, screaming in terror.
The Bride watched dispassionately as Budd collapsed to the floor, his lifeless eyes staring up at her.
One down, four to go.
The Bride wiped the blood from her sword and slipped it back into her suitcase. She turned and walked out of the club, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She knew that her journey was far from over, but with each target that fell, she was one step closer to her ultimate goal.
She would stop at nothing to get her revenge, no matter the cost.
Chapter 2: The Second Target
The Bride’s next target was Elle Driver, a former member of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad who was now confined to a hospital room. The Bride disguised herself as a nurse and entered the hospital with a lethal injection in hand. But before she could deliver the final blow, a violent brawl ensued.
The Bride burst into Elle’s hospital room, her heart pounding with excitement as she prepared to exact her revenge. She approached the bedside with a determined look on her face, but her expectations were shattered when Elle opened her eyes and greeted her with a sly grin.
“Hello, Kiddo,” Elle said, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. “I’ve been expecting you.”
The Bride was taken aback, but quickly regained her composure. She pulled out the syringe filled with a deadly poison and advanced towards Elle, who was lying prone on the hospital bed.
But Elle was not going down without a fight. She grabbed a nearby hospital tray and swung it at The Bride with deadly force. The Bride deftly dodged the attack, grabbing Elle’s arm and delivering a swift elbow to the face.
Elle retaliated by kicking The Bride in the stomach, sending her reeling backwards. The two women circled each other warily, their eyes locked in a deadly stare-down.
The Bride lunged forward, attempting to inject Elle with the poison. But Elle was no slouch in hand-to-hand combat, and she fought back with equal ferocity.
The two women grappled with each other, their bodies twisting and turning in a deadly dance of violence. Elle lashed out with kicks and punches, while The Bride countered with her own deadly moves.
The battle continued for several minutes, each woman unleashing their full arsenal of martial arts skills. They crashed into hospital equipment, knocking over iv stands and throwing chairs across the room.
Suddenly, The Bride was seized by a terrible coughing fit. She doubled over, gasping for air as her body convulsed with pain.
Elle took advantage of the momentary weakness and seized the upper hand. She grabbed a nearby syringe and lunged at The Bride, plunging the needle deep into her flesh.
The Bride screamed in agony, feeling the poison course through her veins. She stumbled backwards, her eyes rolling back in her head.
But she was not down for the count yet. With an effort of pure will, she shook off the effects of the poison and charged at Elle once more.
This time, The Bride was not holding back. She unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, each blow landing with deadly precision. Elle’s defenses crumbled, and she fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
The Bride stood over her defeated foe, her chest heaving with exertion. She could have killed Elle then and there, but instead chose to leave her alive, a broken and defeated shell of her former self.
As The Bride left the hospital room, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. She had proven once again that nothing could stand in the way of her relentless quest for revenge.
Chapter 3: A Flashback to the Past
The Bride sat cross-legged on the floor of Pai Mei’s temple, her eyes closed as she breathed deeply. She was in the midst of her training, and Pai Mei was standing across from her, watching her intently.
“Control your breathing, Bride,” he said. “It is the foundation of all martial arts.”
The Bride nodded and focused on her breath, inhaling deeply through her nose and exhaling slowly through her mouth. She could feel the energy flowing through her body, and she knew that Pai Mei was pleased with her progress.
They continued to train together for weeks, with Pai Mei pushing the Bride to her physical and mental limits. She learned to use her body as a weapon, mastering every move and technique that he taught her.
But it wasn’t just physical training that Pai Mei imparted to the Bride. He also taught her the importance of discipline, focus, and perseverance.
“You must always strive to improve yourself, Bride,” he said. “The path to enlightenment is never easy, but it is always worth it.”
The Bride took his words to heart, and she worked tirelessly to perfect her skills. She knew that she had a lot to learn, but she was determined to become the best of the best.
One day, Pai Mei called the Bride into his chamber. She was nervous, wondering what he wanted to speak to her about.
“Bride, I have a task for you,” he said, looking at her intently. “I need you to retrieve a rare plant from the top of a mountain. It is a dangerous journey, but I have faith in your abilities.”
The Bride nodded, her heart pounding. She knew that this was a test of her skills, and she was determined to pass it with flying colors.
She set out on the journey, climbing up the mountain with ease thanks to her training with Pai Mei. But the higher she climbed, the more difficult the journey became. The air grew thin, and the terrain became treacherous.
But the Bride persevered, summoning all of her strength and determination to reach the summit. When she finally arrived, she found the rare plant that Pai Mei had asked her to retrieve.
She carefully picked the plant and began the journey back down the mountain. But as she descended, she encountered a group of bandits who had been drawn to the mountain by the promise of riches.
The Bride knew that she couldn’t let them take the plant, and so she fought with all of her might. She used all of the techniques that Pai Mei had taught her, and she emerged victorious.
When she returned to Pai Mei’s temple with the plant, he was waiting for her, a small smile on his lips.
“You have proven yourself, Bride,” he said. “Your training is nearly complete.”
The Bride felt a rush of pride and accomplishment. She had worked hard to get to this point, and she knew that she had earned Pai Mei’s respect.
But her journey was far from over. She still had much to do, and she knew that she would face many more challenges along the way.
As she sat in the temple, reflecting on her journey, she knew one thing for certain: she was ready for whatever came next.
Chapter 4: The Third Target
The rain was pouring down in sheets, the sound of the drops pounding against the roof of the car as The Bride made her way through the winding roads of Mexico. She was on her way to find Esteban Vihaio, a man who had played a pivotal role in Bill’s life and knew his whereabouts. The Bride was determined to find Bill and exact her revenge.
As she drove, The Bride couldn’t help but think about her past mistakes. She thought about the time she left Bill, pregnant with their child, and how he retaliated by sending the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad after her. She thought about the time she had almost given up on her training with Pai Mei, and how that decision could have led to her demise. These memories flooded her mind, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand.
Finally, The Bride arrived at a small cantina in the middle of nowhere. She made her way inside, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Esteban. She spotted him sitting at a table by himself, a small glass of tequila in front of him. He looked up as she approached, his eyes widening in recognition.
“Beatrix Kiddo,” he said, his voice thick with a Mexican accent. “It has been a long time.”
The Bride didn’t waste any time with pleasantries. She got straight to the point.
“Esteban, I’m looking for Bill. I need to know where he is.”
Esteban raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
“You come all this way just to find out where he is? You could have just asked me over the phone.”
“I needed to see you in person.”
Esteban nodded, taking a sip of his tequila.
“Fair enough. But before I tell you where he is, I have a question for you. Why do you want to find him? What do you plan to do once you do?”
The Bride hesitated for a moment, considering her answer carefully.
“I want revenge. He took away everything that mattered to me. My love, my child. I want him to pay for what he’s done.”
“I understand. But revenge is not the answer, Beatrix. You cannot fight fire with fire. You will only get burned.”
The Bride didn’t want to hear it. She had come too far to turn back now.
“Just tell me where he is.”
Esteban sighed, his eyes scanning the room.
“Very well. But you must promise me one thing. Promise me that if you find him, you will not kill him in cold blood. Promise me that you will give him a chance to defend himself, to explain his side of the story.”
The Bride hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded her agreement.
“Very well. He is at a small chapel in the middle of nowhere. It’s about a day’s drive from here. But be careful, Beatrix. He is not alone.”
The Bride thanked Esteban and made her way back to her car, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. She knew that her journey was far from over, and that the road ahead would be fraught with danger. But she was determined to see it through to the end.
As she drove off into the night, The Bride couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She glanced in her rearview mirror, but saw nothing but darkness. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the feeling, but it lingered, like a shadow in the back of her mind.
The rain continued to fall, the sound of it lulling her into a trance-like state. She drove for hours, her mind racing with thoughts of what awaited her at the chapel. She thought about Bill, and what he would say when he saw her. Would he be scared? Would he be remorseful? Or would he be defiant, refusing to back down even in the face of death?
As dawn approached, The Bride finally reached her destination. She saw the small chapel in the distance, its silhouette barely visible against the rising sun. She parked her car and got out, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger.
She saw nothing but the chapel, and the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and made her way towards the entrance.
As she stepped inside, she saw a figure standing at the far end of the room. It was Bill, his sword drawn, his eyes fixed on her.
“So we finally meet again,” he said, his voice calm and measured.
The Bride drew her sword, her eyes fixed on his.
“I’ve come to finish what I started.”
Bill nodded, his eyes flicking to the Death List Five in her hand.
“I see. You’ve crossed off all of the names on your list. Except for one.”
The Bride hesitated for a moment, her mind racing.
“Let’s end this.”
And with that, the two began to circle each other, their swords drawn, the tension between them palpable. The climactic battle of their long-standing feud had finally begun.
Chapter 5: Showdown at the Chapel
The Bride had finally arrived at Bill’s hideout, a secluded chapel in the middle of nowhere. She had been on a roaring rampage of revenge against the band of assassins who had tried to kill her and her unborn child, and now there was only one name left on her Death List Five. She had come to kill Bill.
As she made her way inside the chapel, she was confronted by Bill’s last remaining loyal follower, a woman named Karen Kim. Karen was a skilled fighter, and she had been waiting for the Bride to arrive.
The two women faced off, circling each other warily. The Bride could see the determination in Karen’s eyes, but she was not afraid. She had been preparing for this moment for years, and she was ready to finish what she had started.
Suddenly, Karen charged at the Bride, swinging a knife. The Bride deftly dodged the attack and countered with a swift kick to Karen’s stomach. Karen stumbled back, but quickly regained her balance and lunged again.
The two women engaged in a violent fight, their movements quick and precise. They traded blows, each one aimed at causing maximum damage. The Bride could feel her adrenaline pumping, her heart racing as she fought for her life.
Despite Karen’s skill, the Bride was able to get the upper hand. She disarmed Karen and had her at her mercy, but she didn’t kill her. Instead, she left her alive, knowing that Karen would never be able to face Bill after failing to stop the Bride.
As the Bride made her way deeper into the chapel, she could feel the tension building. She knew that she was getting closer to Bill, and she could feel his presence in the air.
Finally, she reached a large room at the end of a hallway. Bill was waiting for her, sitting calmly in a chair, a sword resting across his lap.
The two of them locked eyes, and for a moment, there was silence. Then Bill spoke.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
The Bride didn’t respond. She simply walked towards him, her sword at the ready.
The fight that followed was unlike any the Bride had ever experienced. Bill was a master swordsman, and he had trained her well. They exchanged blows, each one aimed at taking the other down.
The room filled with the sound of clashing swords, grunts of exertion, and the occasional shout. The Bride’s hair whipped around her face as she swung her sword, her eyes locked on Bill’s.
She was determined to end this once and for all, to put an end to the cycle of violence and revenge that had consumed her life for so long. But Bill was just as determined to stop her.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the two of them locked swords. The Bride could feel the strain in her arms as she pushed with all her might. She could see the determination in Bill’s eyes, and she knew that this was it.
With a sudden burst of energy, the Bride pushed Bill back, her sword finally connecting with his. There was a moment of stillness, and then Bill slumped to the ground, his blood pooling around him.
The Bride stood over him, her sword dripping with blood. For a moment, she simply stared at him, then she spoke.
With those words, she turned and walked away, leaving behind a life of violence and revenge. She had finally achieved her goal, but at what cost? The memories of those she had lost along the way would haunt her forever, but at least she could now find peace in the knowledge that justice had been served.
Chapter 6: Revealing the Truth
As the swordfight between the Bride and Bill reaches its climactic end, the Bride gains the upper hand and slashes Bill across the chest, leaving him bleeding on the ground. In that moment, Bill reveals the shocking truth about her daughter.
“Your daughter is alive,” Bill confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t bring myself to kill her.”
The Bride is stunned, unable to believe what she’s hearing. She kneels down next to Bill, her sword still at the ready in case he tries anything.
“What do you mean?” she demands. “Where is she?”
“I sent her away,” Bill explains. “To a safe place. Far from here.”
The Bride’s heart races as she considers the possibility that her daughter is actually alive. She doesn’t know whether to trust Bill or not, but he seems sincere.
“Why are you telling me this now?” she asks.
“Because it’s time for this to end,” Bill replies. “I want you to know the truth before you finish me off. I’ve done terrible things, but I couldn’t bring myself to take the life of an innocent child.”
The Bride’s sword wavers as she considers her next move. Part of her wants to believe that her daughter is really alive, and that there’s still a chance for them to be reunited. But another part of her is angry that Bill kept this information from her for so long.
“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” she demands.
“I wanted to protect her,” Bill says. “From you, and from me. I knew that if you knew she was alive, you would never stop hunting for her. And I didn’t want her to grow up with the knowledge that her mother was a killer.”
The Bride is torn, unsure of what to do next. She knows that she can’t just let Bill go, but she also can’t deny the possibility that her daughter is out there somewhere, waiting for her.
“Where is she?” she asks again.
“I can’t tell you,” Bill replies. “I made a promise to her.”
The Bride’s grip on her sword tightens as she considers her options. She knows that she has to make a decision, but the weight of it is almost unbearable.
Bill watches her carefully, knowing that this could be his last moment alive. He feels a strange sense of relief, knowing that he’s finally telling the truth.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice barely audible. “For everything. For what I did to you. For what I did to her. I know I can never make it right, but I hope that someday you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”
The Bride doesn’t reply, her mind racing as she considers her next move. She knows that she can’t just let Bill go, but something about his confession has softened her heart.
In the end, she decides to spare his life. She lowers her sword and walks away, leaving Bill bleeding on the ground.
As she exits the chapel, the sun begins to rise, casting an orange glow over the landscape. The Bride feels a strange sense of emptiness, knowing that she’s finished what she set out to do, but also knowing that there’s still so much left unresolved.
She knows that she has to find her daughter, but she doesn’t know where to start. For now, all she can do is walk away, into the uncertain future.
Chapter 7: The Final Battle
Adrenaline pumping, The Bride stands alone in the deserted chapel. A few moments ago, she had defeated Bill’s last remaining henchman, but now she must face the man herself. In a deadly game of wits and skill, the two engage in a final battle that will determine the fate of them both.
Bill stands tall, his eyes fixed on The Bride. “I always knew it would end up like this,” he says, twirling his sword in his hand.
The Bride takes a deep breath and readies her sword. “I’ve been waiting for this moment,” she replies, her voice steady.
They circle each other, their swords clashing in a blaze of steel. The Bride is faster and more agile, but Bill is more experienced and strategic.
“You’re good,” he says, a hint of admiration in his voice. “But not good enough.”
He launches a flurry of attacks, but The Bride expertly parries them all. She’s been training for this moment for years, and nothing can stop her.
As they continue to fight, they move closer to a large stained-glass window. The Bride uses the distraction to launch a surprise attack, knocking Bill’s sword out of his hand and sending him hurtling towards the window.
He crashes through the glass and tumbles down the hillside, his body rolling to a stop at the bottom. The Bride follows him, her sword at the ready.
She stands over him, watching as he struggles to stand up. She knows that this is it – the moment she’s been waiting for. She raises her sword, ready to deliver the final blow.
But something holds her back. She looks at Bill, his eyes filled with pain and regret. She sees the man he used to be, before he became a killer-for-hire. She knows that he’s not evil, just misguided.
“Please,” he begs, his voice weak. “Don’t kill me.”
The Bride hesitates. Part of her wants to end this once and for all, to finally achieve the revenge she’s been seeking for so long. But another part of her sees the humanity in Bill, the man who was once her lover and the father of her child.
She lowers her sword, her eyes filling with tears. “I can’t do it,” she says softly.
Bill looks up at her, his expression one of disbelief. “Why not?” he asks.
“Because I don’t want to be like you,” she replies. “I don’t want to be consumed by hate and revenge. I want to live my life on my own terms, not as a slave to my past.”
Bill nods, his eyes closing in acceptance. “I understand,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.
The Bride turns and walks away, her sword still in her hand. She knows that her journey of revenge is over, and that she can finally move on with her life.
As she exits the chapel, the sun begins to rise over the horizon. The dawn of a new day, a new beginning.
Chapter 8: Redemption
The Bride stood alone in the deserted chapel, staring down at the lifeless body of Bill. She had finally achieved her goal, her revenge was complete, and yet she wasn’t filled with the sense of satisfaction she had expected. Instead, she felt empty, hollow, and alone. All the years of her life had been dedicated to this one moment, and now that it was over, she realized she had nothing left.
She dropped the katana sword to the ground and stumbled outside, gasping for air. The sun was setting on the horizon, casting an orange glow across the barren landscape. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to come to terms with the reality of what she had done.
As she stood there, she heard footsteps approaching from behind. She turned to see Sofie Fatale, the assistant to O-Ren Ishii, the first name on her Death List Five.
“I thought you were dead,” The Bride said softly.
“Bill spared me, once he found out what you were doing,” Sofie explained. “He wanted me to live with the knowledge that I had been spared because of you.”
The Bride looked at her for a moment, then nodded in understanding. Sofie was still alive because of her, and that was something she could take solace in.
“I have nothing left,” The Bride said suddenly. “All my life, I’ve been consumed by this quest for revenge, and now that it’s over, I have nothing left.”
Sofie looked at her sympathetically, “What will you do now?”
The Bride shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t have any plans. I don’t even know who I am without this mission.”
Sofie walked closer and put her hand on The Bride’s shoulder, “You’ll find your way. You’re a strong woman, and you’ll figure it out.”
The Bride looked at her and smiled, “Thank you.”
As the sun sank below the horizon, The Bride and Sofie walked out of the chapel and into the embrace of the new night. They parted ways, and The Bride walked off into the darkness, alone.
For the first time in years, she had no direction, no purpose. She walked aimlessly, her thoughts muddled and confused. She thought about all the people she had killed, all the lives she had destroyed, and wondered if it was worth it.
As she walked, she came across a small village, and in the distance, she could hear the sound of music and laughter. She was drawn to it like a moth to a flame, and she made her way towards the village.
When she arrived, she saw a group of people enjoying themselves, dancing and singing. They welcomed her with open arms, and she found herself swept up in the joy of the moment. For the first time in years, she laughed and smiled, feeling a sense of belonging she had never felt before.
As the night wore on, The Bride found herself surrounded by people she had never met, yet felt like she had known her whole life. They spoke to her about their hopes and dreams, their struggles and fears, and she found herself opening up to them in ways she never thought she could.
As the night drew to a close, The Bride found herself feeling more alive than she had in years. She had discovered a new purpose, a new way of life. She knew that the past could never be undone, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make a new future for herself.
The next morning, The Bride packed her bags and set off on a new journey. It was a journey of redemption, of finding herself and her place in the world. She didn’t know where this journey would take her, but she was unafraid. She had faced her fears and come out the other side, and she knew that whatever lay ahead, she would face it head-on.
As she walked down the dusty road, with the sun shining down on her face, The Bride smiled to herself. She was free, truly free, for the first time in her life. And that was the greatest victory of all.
Some scenes from the movie Kill Bill: Vol. 2 written by A.I.
EXT. STRIP CLUB – NIGHT
We see the sign for “The Pussy Wagon” strip club in the background as the camera pans up to reveal The Bride approaching the entrance. She’s dressed in all black, her face stoic as she enters.
INT. STRIP CLUB – NIGHT
The club is dimly lit with strobe lights and loud music blaring. The Bride scans the room, her eyes locking onto a bouncer at the back of the club. This is BUDD.
She makes her way over to him, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth. Budd is taken aback by her beauty.
Can I help you, miss?
I believe you have something that belongs to me.
Budd’s expression changes from confused to concerned as he realizes who she is.
I was wondering when you’d show up.
The Bride subtly reaches behind her back to grab a small package from her suitcase.
I don’t want any trouble. Just give me what’s mine and I’ll be on my way.
Budd hesitates for a moment before reaching under the counter and grabbing a battered wooden box.
Here it is. Be careful with it, though. It’s not going to be easy to use.
The Bride nods, taking the package and turning to leave. But suddenly, she feels an unbearable pain in her leg.
She looks down to see a BLACK MAMBA striking her with its deadly venom.
Panic sets in as she stumbles back, clutching her leg. Budd looks at her with a mix of pity and regret.
I’m sorry it had to be this way.
He watches as she collapses to the ground, writhing in pain.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – DAY
The room is dimly lit and sterile. A woman lies in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines that monitor her vitals. This is ELLE DRIVER, a former member of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad, now confined to this room due to a mysterious illness.
Enter THE BRIDE, disguised as a nurse, carrying a tray of medication.
BRIDE: (in a sweet, innocent voice) Good morning, Miss Driver.
Elle looks up, surprised.
ELLE: Who are you?
BRIDE: (smiling) I’m your nurse for today.
Elle eyes the tray of medication warily.
ELLE: I don’t remember anyone saying I was due for meds.
BRIDE: (shrugs) Doctor’s orders.
Elle hesitates for a moment before accepting the medication from the Bride. As she begins to inject herself, the Bride pulls out a syringe of her own and injects it into Elle’s IV tube.
ELLE: (alarmed) What the hell did you just inject me with?
BRIDE: (smiling sweetly) Just a little something to help you sleep.
Elle begins to feel the effects of the sedative and slumps back against the pillows.
ELLE: (weakly) Who are you?
BRIDE: (leans in close) I’m the woman you tried to kill.
Elle’s eyes widen in terror as the Bride pulls out her Hanzo sword and raises it high.
Scene 3: A Flashback to the Past
EXT. MOUNTAIN TOP TEMPLE – DAY
The camera pans up to reveal a remote mountaintop temple, surrounded by lush greenery.
INT. TEMPLE – DAY
A young, determined-looking woman, THE BRIDE, is seen practicing martial arts inside the temple. She is dressed in traditional Chinese martial arts attire and has her hair braided in a topknot. Her teacher, the legendary martial artist and her mentor, PAI MEI, stands in front of her.
You need focus, Bride. Your moves are sloppy.
I’m sorry, Master Pai Mei. I’ll try harder.
Trying isn’t enough. You must focus every ounce of your being on the task at hand. Only then will you achieve true mastery.
Pai Mei circles around her, his eyes fixed on her every move.
PAI MEI (CONT’D)
The Bride nods and takes a deep breath. She resumes her training, her movements more fluid and precise.
EXT. TEMPLE GROUNDS – DAY
The Bride is seen carrying buckets of water up the steep steps that lead to the temple. She is clearly exhausted, but continues to push herself. As she reaches the top, she sees Pai Mei sitting on a stone bench, smoking a pipe.
You know, Bride, you remind me of myself at your age. Determined, but foolish.
What do you mean, Master?
I mean that you have the potential to be great, but you let your emotions cloud your judgment. You must learn to control them, or they will control you.
INT. TEMPLE – DAY
The Bride is seen meditating in front of a shrine. Pai Mei enters, carrying a sword.
You have been training hard, Bride. It is time to put your skills to the test.
Pai Mei hands her the sword. The Bride takes it and stands in front of him.
Do not hold back, Bride. Show me what you are capable of.
The two engage in an intense sword fight, their moves lightning-fast and precise. In the end, the Bride emerges victorious, panting heavily.
PAI MEI (CONT’D)
Well done, Bride. You have proven yourself worthy.
INT. TEMPLE – DAY
The Bride is seen packing her bags, getting ready to leave the temple.
Remember what I have taught you, Bride. Do not let your emotions get the best of you. And always remember that true mastery lies within.
Thank you, Master. I will never forget.
Pai Mei nods approvingly as the Bride leaves the temple, her journey of revenge yet to begin.
EXT. ESTEBAN VIHAIO’S HACIENDA – DAY
The Bride, disguised in a sombrero and poncho, approaches a beautiful hacienda guarded by a dozen menacing men.
INT. ESTEBAN VIHAIO’S HACIENDA – DAY
The Bride swiftly dispatches all of Esteban’s henchmen and comes face-to-face with the old man himself. Esteban, a wily old codger, is not fooled by The Bride’s disguise.
Ah, so the Bride has finally come to pay me a visit. What do you want, my dear?
I need to know where Bill is.
Bill? (chuckles) I haven’t seen Bill in years. But I might be able to help you.
Esteban leads The Bride to a dimly lit room filled with weapons of all kinds. He rummages through a drawer and produces a crumpled piece of paper.
This is the address of a brothel in Okinawa. It’s where Bill’s protege, O-Ren Ishii, trained as a geisha. Bill might be there.
Thank you, Esteban.
Esteban watches as The Bride leaves, then picks up the phone and dials a number.
Hello? Yes, this is Esteban. I have some information regarding The Bride…
– The Bride (Beatrix Kiddo)
– Elle Driver
– Tommy Plympton
Setting: The secluded chapel in the middle of nowhere.
Scene 5: Showdown at the Chapel
INT. SECLUDED CHAPEL – DAY
Bill stands at the altar, sword in hand, as The Bride approaches him from across the room. Elle Driver stands to the side, watching intently.
So, we meet again.
You knew this day would come.
I did. But I didn’t expect it to end like this.
The two combatants circle each other, swords at the ready.
Are you sure you want to do this? You could just let her leave.
I can’t do that. This has to end.
Suddenly, Tommy Plympton bursts into the chapel, gun in hand.
Stop right there!
Elle Driver pulls out a knife and moves towards him.
Put the gun down and no one gets hurt.
Tommy hesitates for a moment, then lowers the gun. Elle moves in to disarm him, but he quickly spins around and shoots her instead.
Elle falls to the ground, mortally wounded. Bill looks on in shock.
What have you done?
Tommy points the gun at Bill.
The Bride sees her opportunity and charges at Bill with her sword. The two engage in a furious battle, swords clashing loudly.
Tommy watches in amazement as the two warriors fight to the death. Finally, The Bride gets the upper hand and plunges her sword into Bill’s chest.
(grimacing in pain)
You…you got me.
I loved you, Bill.
I know. But you had to do what you had to do.
Bill takes his last breath, and The Bride collapses to the ground, weeping.
Tommy approaches her cautiously.
Hey, are you okay?
The Bride looks up at him, eyes red from crying.
I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again.
Tommy kneels down beside her.
Maybe not. But at least it’s over now.
The two of them sit there for a few moments, silent except for the sound of Elle Driver’s labored breathing in the background.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. CHAPEL – DAY
The Bride stands over Bill, her sword drawn and ready for the final blow. Bill lies on the ground, blood pooling beneath him.
You know, Kiddo, I’d like to think you’re killing me for a reason. But I have a feeling it’s just for the sake of it. For your own closure. Am I right?
The Bride hesitates for a moment, then narrows her eyes and raises her sword.
Don’t you dare try to justify what you did to her.
I’m not trying to justify anything. I just want you to understand.
The Bride pauses, then lowers her sword slightly.
That I loved her. That I never wanted her to die.
The Bride looks down at Bill, her expression softened slightly.
And yet you killed her.
I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.
The Bride’s eyes widen in shock.
An accident? You shot her in the head!
I know. I was trying to scare you. I never meant for the gun to go off.
The Bride takes a step back, her sword still raised.
You expect me to believe that? After everything you’ve done?
I’m not asking you to forgive me. I just want you to know the truth.
The Bride hesitates, then takes a deep breath and raises her sword again.
That doesn’t change anything. You still have to pay for what you’ve done.
Bill nods weakly, a tear rolling down his cheek. The Bride closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, then raises the sword…
The screen goes black.
INT. CHAPEL – DAY
The Bride stands alone, her sword gripped tightly in her hand. She takes a deep breath as Bill enters the chapel.
BILL: I’ve been waiting for this moment.
THE BRIDE: (steadily) Me too.
The two circle each other warily, sizing each other up. Suddenly, Bill strikes out with his sword, but the Bride expertly blocks it.
They continue to duel fiercely, each taking turns trying to strike a fatal blow. The Bride is quick and agile, but Bill is cunning and unpredictable.
As they fight, Bill begins to taunt the Bride.
BILL: You know, it’s a shame we have to do this. We could have been great together.
THE BRIDE: (voice shaking with rage) You destroyed everything I loved. You took away my daughter.
BILL: (smirking) Ah, yes. The child. I had hoped to raise her as my own. But you ruined that, didn’t you?
The Bride’s eyes flash with fury and she launches a series of swift attacks. Bill parries them with ease, but the Bride is relentless.
Finally, she manages to disarm Bill, sending his sword flying across the room.
THE BRIDE: (coldly) It’s over, Bill. You’re finished.
Bill looks up at her, a cruel smile on his lips.
BILL: (whispers) Finish it.
The Bride hesitates for a moment, then plunges her sword into Bill’s heart. He gasps and falls to the ground, dead.
The Bride stands over his body, her face contorted with emotion.
THE BRIDE: (whispers) It’s finally over.