Pulp Fiction

In a world of crime, love, and redemption, one briefcase holds the key to it all.

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The city of Los Angeles is alive with activity. On one side, tourists flock to the Hollywood Walk of Fame, taking selfies with the stars of the silver screen. On the other, businessmen rush through the streets, their briefcases swinging by their sides. But in the shadows of the city, a different kind of life thrives. A life of crime and violence. This is where our story begins.

Chapter 1: “The Hit”

Vincent Vega took a drag on his cigarette as he walked up the steps to the apartment building. His partner, Jules Winnfield, was a few steps ahead of him. They were there to retrieve a briefcase for their boss, Marsellus Wallace. Vincent had been tasked with picking up Mia, Marsellus’s wife, and taking her out for the night. He wasn’t thrilled about it, but it was part of the job.

As they reached the apartment door, Jules turned to Vincent and said, “You ready for this?”

Vincent nodded, “Let’s do it.”

Jules knocked on the door and they waited. Soon enough, it opened to reveal a man in his mid-twenties. He looked surprised to see them.

“Who are you guys?” he asked.

“We’re associates of your business partner, Marsellus Wallace,” Jules said, his voice calm and steady.

“Are you here to see him?” the man asked.

“No,” Vincent cut in, “We’re here to retrieve something that belongs to him.”

The man hesitated before nodding and letting them in. Vincent and Jules made their way to the living room, where they found their target, Brett, along with three other men.

Brett was in his thirties, with dark hair and intense eyes. He looked nervous as Vincent and Jules approached him.

“Hand it over, Brett,” Jules said, his voice low.

Brett hesitated before reaching for the briefcase on the coffee table. His hand shook as he handed it over to Jules.

“Open it,” Jules ordered.

Brett hesitated once more before finally opening the briefcase. Vincent and Jules leaned in to get a better look. What they saw was unexpected. The briefcase was glowing.

Jules smiled as he looked at Vincent. “We happy?”

Vincent nodded, impressed.

“Vincent, we happy?” Jules asked again, turning to his partner.

“Yeah, we happy,” Vincent replied with a grin.

Jules turned back to Brett, a menacing look on his face. “Now, I’m gonna ask you one more time, and if you can’t give me a straight answer, I’m gonna take it as a ‘no.’ You hear me?”

Brett nodded, sweat running down his face.

“Where’s the sign?” Jules asked.

“The what?” Brett asked, confused.

“The sign that says ‘Dead N***er Storage,'” Jules spat.

Brett stuttered for a moment before Jules cut him off.

“No, no, no, it’s not ‘dead n***er storage.’ It’s ‘storage for dead n***ers.’ You see, there’s a big difference.”

Brett looked like he was about to vomit as Vincent and Jules turned to leave. But before they made it out the door, Vincent paused and told Brett, “Oh, and thanks for the coffee.”

As they walked down the street, Vincent turned to Jules. “What was in the briefcase?”

Jules shrugged. “Probably a bunch of old Elvis Presley records.”

Vincent laughed. “You never know with these things.”

But as they made their way back to their car, they had no idea what was about to happen. Vincent’s hand brushed against the car door as he opened it, causing his gun to go off and shoot Marvin, the man who had taken them to the apartment.

Vincent and Jules were shocked as Marvin’s blood covered the inside of the car. But they knew they had to act fast. They made a quick stop at Jules’s friend Jimmy’s house to clean up the mess before heading back to see Marsellus.

As they drove, Jules couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed. “Vincent,” he said, “I think we’re gonna be okay.”

Vincent looked at him questioningly.

“I mean, we’re gonna look back at this moment and think, ‘This was when our luck changed,'” Jules explained.

Vincent still looked skeptical, but he didn’t argue. They had a job to do.

Chapter 2: “The Date”

Vincent arrived at the Wallace house as he had been instructed. As he sauntered up to the front door, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. He had heard all sorts of rumors about Marsellus’s wife, Mia, and he knew that he had to be on his best behavior.

The door opened, and Vincent was greeted by a stunning woman with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes. Mia Wallace. “Hi,” she said, her voice sultry and confident. “You must be Vincent.”

Vincent tried to hide his nervousness as he introduced himself. “Yeah, that’s me.”

Mia led Vincent to her car – a gleaming red convertible – and they drove off into the night. They made small talk at first, but it wasn’t long before the conversation turned to more personal topics. Mia was surprisingly easy to talk to, and Vincent found himself opening up to her in a way he never had with anyone before.

As they pulled up to the restaurant, Vincent couldn’t help but feel a little underdressed. The place was fancy – the kind of place he would never have been able to afford on his own. But Mia seemed right at home, and Vincent silently thanked himself for putting on a suit.

Over dinner, they talked about their past relationships, their likes and dislikes, and their dreams for the future. Vincent found himself becoming more and more captivated by Mia with every passing moment. She was strong, independent, and undeniably alluring.

After dinner, they made their way to Jack Rabbit Slim’s, a ’50s-themed restaurant and dance hall. It was clear that Mia was no wallflower; she took to the dance floor with ease, twirling around in her signature red dress. Vincent watched in awe, completely entranced.

As the night wore on, Vincent and Mia grew increasingly flirty. They talked about the possibility of going out again, and Vincent was thrilled when Mia suggested they go back to her place for a nightcap.

Once they arrived at her house, Mia disappeared upstairs to change into something more comfortable. Vincent wandered around her living room, admiring her collection of vintage vinyl records and eccentric art. He was just starting to feel comfortable when Mia reappeared in a pair of silk pajamas.

“I’m going to make us something to drink,” she said, heading towards the kitchen. “You want anything in particular?”

Vincent shook his head, his eyes still glued to her. As she disappeared into the kitchen, he realized that he was falling for her. Hard. He knew it was a bad idea – Marsellus was a dangerous man, and he couldn’t afford to get involved with his wife – but he couldn’t help himself.

Mia returned with two glasses of whiskey, and they settled onto the couch. As they talked, Vincent found himself inching closer and closer to her. Eventually, they were kissing, their bodies intertwined.

Just as things were starting to heat up, Mia pulled back. “Wait,” she said, her eyes suddenly serious. “I want to show you something.”

She disappeared into another room, leaving Vincent alone on the couch. He waited nervously, wondering what was going on. When she returned, she was holding a small black bag.

“Open it,” she said, handing it to him.

Vincent slowly opened the bag, revealing a small black box. He opened it to find a syringe and a small bag of white powder.

“What is this?” he asked, suddenly feeling very uneasy.

Mia’s eyes narrowed. “It’s heroin,” she said flatly.

Vincent’s mind raced. He had never done drugs before. He knew that if he did, he would be risking everything – his job, his life, and his relationship with Marsellus.

But then again, he didn’t want to disappoint Mia. He didn’t want to lose her.

So he did it. He injected the heroin into his arm, and for a few blissful moments, he felt a sense of euphoria like he had never experienced before. He felt invincible, like he could take on the world.

But then the feeling faded, and Vincent was left with a sense of dread. He had just crossed a line that he could never come back from.

As the drug took hold of him, Mia called out his name. Vincent’s eyes fluttered closed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 3: “The Fixer”

Jules and Vincent exit a building with a briefcase in hand. They head to a nearby diner to grab some breakfast. As they eat, Vincent tells Jules about his recent encounter with Mia, Marsellus’s wife, and how she almost died from a heroin overdose. Jules is uninterested and tells Vincent to stay focused on their job.

Their job is to dispose of a car that was used in an accidental shooting while retrieving the briefcase. Winston, their fixer, has arranged for them to meet at a secluded junkyard.

Upon arrival, they meet Winston and his partner, a man named The Wolf. The Wolf is a professional cleaner who specializes in cleaning up crime scenes. He is known for his efficiency and ability to get the job done quickly and discreetly.

The Wolf inspects the car and tells Jules and Vincent that it needs to be cleaned thoroughly. He calls his friend, Jimmy, who owns a nearby house with a garage. Jimmy is a short-tempered man who is unhappy about the situation but agrees to help.

Jimmy and his wife, Bonnie, are seen arguing as Vincent and Jules arrive at his house. Jimmy tells them that they have to be out of there in an hour because Bonnie is coming home. The group begins to clean the car as Jimmy becomes increasingly agitated. He tells them to keep the noise down and not to leave any evidence.

After cleaning the car, the group decides to dispose of the body. They wrap it in a blanket and place it in the trunk of Jules and Vincent’s car. As they drive to a nearby dumping site, Vincent accidentally hits a speed bump, causing his gun to go off and shoot the man in the back of the head. The group panics and decides to seek help from The Wolf.

The Wolf arrives and assesses the situation. He tells them to drive to a nearby junkyard and park the car. He then calls his own cleaner, who arrives in a tow truck. The cleaner removes the car from the junkyard and disposes of it.

Vincent and Jules are relieved that the job is done and they are in the clear. They thank The Wolf for his help and leave.

As they drive away, Jules tells Vincent that he had a religious experience when the gun went off. He believes it to be a sign from God and decides to quit his job as a hitman. Vincent is skeptical but agrees to go along with it.

Suddenly, Vincent’s car hits a bump, and the briefcase flies open, revealing its glowing contents. The two men stare in awe as the scene fades to black.

Chapter 4: “The Robbery”

Butch had always been a fighter. He grew up on the streets, scrapping for everything he had. But he had a talent for boxing and it wasn’t long before he worked his way up through the ranks, eventually catching the eye of Marsellus Wallace.

Marsellus saw something in Butch. He saw a fighter who could make him money, a fighter who could be the next big thing. But there was a catch. Marsellus had a fight he needed Butch to lose. It was an easy fight, against a no-name opponent. Butch was meant to take a dive in the fifth round.

Butch had other plans. He didn’t want to lose. He wanted to win. So he placed a bet on himself, knowing that if he won, he’d be set for life. The day of the fight arrived and Butch stepped into the ring, ready to take on his opponent.

The first few rounds were easy. Butch was faster, stronger, and more skilled than his opponent. But in the fifth round, everything changed.

Butch felt something give in his hand. He had injured it during the fight and now it was beginning to swell. He knew he couldn’t keep going, that he would have to take the dive. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t throw the fight.

So he knocked his opponent out. Clean. He won the fight and he won his bet. But he had also made an enemy of Marsellus Wallace.

Butch knew that he had to get out of town. He grabbed his girlfriend, Fabienne, and they hit the road. They drove for hours, trying to put as much distance between them and Marsellus as possible.

They ended up in a cheap motel somewhere on the outskirts of town. Butch was feeling good, feeling like he had made the right decision. He was going to start a new life, away from the fighting, away from Marsellus Wallace.

But that’s when things went wrong. He heard a noise outside his door and knew that someone was coming for him. He grabbed a weapon and prepared for a fight.

It was Marsellus’s men. They had found him. Butch knew that he was in trouble, that there was no way out. So he did the only thing he could do. He fought.

He fought with everything he had. He took down Marsellus’s men one by one, using his fists and his weapon. But it wasn’t enough. There were too many of them.

But then something strange happened. One of Marsellus’s men, a man named Marvin, was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Butch accidentally shot him, killing him instantly.

Butch knew that he was in even deeper trouble now. He had killed a man, a man who worked for Marsellus Wallace. He knew that he had to get out of there, and fast.

He grabbed Fabienne, jumped on his motorcycle, and sped away. He knew that Marsellus would be after him, that he would be hunted for the rest of his life. But he didn’t care. He had made his choice.

As they drove away, Butch couldn’t help but think about what had just happened. He had killed a man. He had made enemies of some of the most dangerous people in the city. But he had also won his freedom.

He knew that he would never be able to go back to his old life. He would never be able to fight again. But he had Fabienne, and he had his freedom. And that was enough.

Chapter 5: “The Escape”

Butch Coolidge sat on the bed in his seedy motel room, staring at the cracked ceiling. He had just killed a man, and now he was a fugitive running from the law. He had no idea where to go or what to do next. He thought about Mia Wallace, the woman he had encountered earlier that night. She had saved his life, and he had saved hers. Now he wondered if she was okay.

He got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. He washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror. He was a mess. He had a swollen eye and a cut on his forehead. He looked like he had been in a fight, which he had. He had beaten a man to death with his bare hands. He couldn’t believe what he had done.

He heard a noise behind him and spun around, ready to fight. It was just the shower curtain rustling in the breeze. He relaxed and looked back at himself in the mirror. He had to get out of town before Marsellus Wallace or the police caught up with him.

He grabbed his bag and headed for the door. As he opened it, he saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was Mia Wallace.

“Hey, Butch,” she said, stepping forward. “I heard what happened. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said, trying to sound casual. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were all right,” she said, looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

He felt a pang of guilt. He had left her at the dance competition to save his own skin. He had abandoned her when she needed him the most.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said, his voice softening. “I should have taken you home.”

“It’s okay,” she said, smiling. “You had to do what you had to do. I understand.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the tension between them palpable. Butch didn’t know what to say. He was still reeling from the events of the past few hours, and he didn’t want to burden her with his problems.

“Listen, Mia,” he began, but she cut him off.

“Come on,” she said, taking his hand. “Let’s get out of here. We can’t stay in this dump forever.”

She led him out of the motel room and down the street to a sleek red convertible. She got behind the wheel and started the engine. Butch got in the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. “Anywhere but here.”

They drove through the dark streets of Los Angeles, the wind whipping through their hair. They didn’t speak, but the silence between them was comfortable. They were two strangers brought together by fate, united in their desire to escape their troubles.

They drove to a diner on the outskirts of town, where they ordered burgers and fries. They sat in a booth by the window, watching the cars pass by. Butch felt a strange sense of peace. For the first time in hours, he felt like he was in control of his life.

They finished their meal and left the diner. As they walked to the car, a man stepped out of the shadows and pointed a gun at them.

“Give me your wallets,” he said, his voice shaking.

Butch hesitated for a moment, then lunged at the man. They struggled for a few moments, and then Butch managed to subdue him. He took the gun and pointed it at the man.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice cold.

“I’m nobody,” the man said, his eyes wide with fear.

Butch let him go and ran back to the car. He and Mia got in and drove away, their hearts pounding.

“That was crazy,” Mia said, laughing. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“I had to,” he said, his voice flat. “I can’t let anyone take anything from me ever again.”

They drove for a while longer, until they reached an old motel on the outskirts of town. Mia pulled into the parking lot and turned off the engine.

“We can stay here for the night,” she said, getting out of the car. “They won’t ask any questions.”

Butch followed her inside, feeling jittery. He knew he had to leave town soon, but he didn’t know where to go. Mia led him to a small room at the end of the hall and opened the door.

“Here we are,” she said, gesturing to the bed. “Make yourself at home.”

Butch sat down on the bed and looked around. The room was small and dingy, with peeling wallpaper and a musty smell. He wondered how long Mia had been living in places like this.

“You shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, looking up at her. “You’re married to Marsellus. You could get in trouble.”

“I don’t care,” she said, sitting down next to him. “I needed to get away from him tonight. He’s been acting strange lately, and I don’t know what’s going on.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, the weight of their problems heavy in the air.

“All I know is,” Mia said, breaking the silence, “I feel safe with you. I don’t know why, but I do.”

Butch looked at her, feeling a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was a feeling of connection, of shared pain and fear. He reached out and took her hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I feel safe with you too,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

They sat there for a while longer, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes. They didn’t speak, but they didn’t need to. They had found a kind of solace in each other, a temporary respite from the chaos of their lives.

Suddenly, they heard a noise outside the door. It was a soft shuffling sound, like someone trying to turn the doorknob. They both froze, their hearts racing.

Butch got up from the bed and walked to the door. He pressed his ear against it, listening for any sound. He couldn’t hear anything.

He turned back to Mia, who was watching him with fear in her eyes.

“We have to go,” he said, his voice urgent. “Now.”

They grabbed their bags and headed for the door. As they opened it, a man stepped out of the shadows and lunged at them with a knife.

Butch reacted instinctively, grabbing the man’s arm and twisting it behind his back. They struggled for a few moments, and then the man broke free and ran away.

Butch and Mia stood there for a moment, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew they had to leave town. They couldn’t stay in Los Angeles any longer.

They got into the car and drove away into the night, their future uncertain. They were two lost souls on the run, looking for something they couldn’t name. They didn’t know where they were going, but they knew they had to keep moving.

Chapter 6: “The Showdown”

Butch had escaped from Marsellus and fled to a motel where he had planned to meet his girlfriend Fabienne. He is sitting in the motel room when he hears a noise coming from the bathroom. As he approaches, a man jumps out and attacks him. Butch quickly fights back, knocking the man unconscious.

Butch realizes that the man was sent by Marsellus to kill him, and he knows that he needs to leave town immediately. He calls Fabienne to tell her to meet him at a nearby diner and grabs the man’s motorcycle to make his escape.

Meanwhile, Marsellus returns to the basement where he had tied up Butch. He is furious to find that Butch has escaped and orders his men to find him.

Butch arrives at the diner, where Fabienne is waiting for him. They discuss their plans to escape to Mexico, and Butch gives her money to buy a plane ticket. As they prepare to leave, Butch realizes that he has forgotten his watch at the motel.

He tells Fabienne to wait for him at the diner while he goes back to retrieve it. Butch makes his way to the motel and retrieves his watch, but as he exits the motel, he sees Marsellus in the street.

Marsellus spots Butch and begins to chase him on foot. Butch leads Marsellus into a pawn shop, where he grabs a large weapon and prepares to face Marsellus.

Marsellus enters the pawn shop and starts to look for Butch. The shopkeeper, Maynard, and his friend Zed, ambush Marsellus and take him to the back room. They proceed to rape him and leave him unconscious.

Butch hears Marsellus’s screams and decides to go back and save him. He finds the back room and sees Marsellus lying on a bed. Butch frees Marsellus and hands him a katana sword to fight back.

As they make their escape, Zed and Maynard come after them. Butch and Marsellus engage in a brutal fight, cutting off Zed’s ear and causing Maynard to flee in terror.

Butch and Marsellus part ways, with Marsellus telling Butch that they are even and he can go free. Butch leaves town with Fabienne, determined to start a new life in Mexico.

As the chapter comes to a close, Vincent and Jules are driving and discussing the events of the day. Vincent accidentally hits a bump in the road, causing his gun to discharge and kill Jules. Vincent frantically calls his drug dealer, Lance, for help in disposing of the body and covering up the accident.

The events of the day have left all of the characters changed in some way, and the consequences of their actions will continue to play out in the final chapter of the book.

Chapter 7: “The Escape Plan”

Vincent was in shock. His partner of many years, Jules, was dead. It was a freak accident, but it had happened none the less. Vincent had made the call and now he sat in his car, waiting for Lance to arrive. He didn’t know what to do. How was he going to explain this to Marsellus? He knew he was in hot water.

Lance arrived with his wife, Jody, and they went to work. They decided that the best course of action was to ditch the car and the body and come up with a story to cover their tracks. Lance procured a shipment of heroin to make it look like Jules was a drug dealer who had gotten in over his head. The story was shaky at best, but it would have to do.

Vincent was exhausted. He had never killed someone before, even by accident. And now he had to cover it up. He was in over his head and he knew it. He started to question his life choices and wonder if this was what he really wanted.

As they were driving to the dump site, Vincent spotted a car that looked familiar. It was Butch’s car. He couldn’t believe it. What was he doing here? Had Marsellus sent him to hunt them down? Vincent’s heart started to race.

They pulled over and Butch got out of the car. He looked at Vincent, then at the trunk. “What’s in there?” he asked. Vincent tried to play it cool, but Butch wasn’t buying it. He opened the trunk and saw Jules’s body.

Butch’s expression changed. Vincent thought he was going to attack him, but instead, Butch reached into his car and pulled out a samurai sword. Vincent and Lance were terrified.

Butch approached them slowly, still holding the sword. Vincent and Lance were frozen in fear. Butch stopped in front of them and said, “I’m not gonna kill you, Vincent. But if you ever show your face around here again, I will.”

And with that, Butch got into his car and drove away. Vincent and Lance were relieved, but shaken. They had narrowly escaped death.

They arrived at the dump site and disposed of Jules’s body. Vincent felt sick. He wanted to forget the whole thing. He knew he had to face the consequences of his actions, but he didn’t want to.

As they drove back to Lance’s house, Vincent’s phone rang. It was Marsellus. His heart was pounding as he answered the call.

“Vincent, where are you?” Marsellus asked.

“I’m on my way back to your place, boss,” Vincent replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

“I need to talk to you,” Marsellus said. “Something’s come up.”

Vincent’s heart sank. He didn’t know what was coming, but he knew it wasn’t going to be good. They arrived at Marsellus’s house and Vincent went inside.

Marsellus was waiting for him in his study. He looked angry. “Sit down, Vincent,” he said, gesturing to a chair.

Vincent sat down, feeling powerless. He waited for Marsellus to speak.

“I got a call from the police,” Marsellus said. “They found one of our guys dead in an apartment. Shot to death.”

Vincent’s heart was racing. This was it. They had found out about Jules.

“They’re saying it was a drug deal gone bad,” Marsellus continued. “But I know better. I know it was you and Jules.”

Vincent tried to play it cool. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, boss,” he said.

Marsellus leaned forward, his eyes piercing into Vincent’s. “Don’t lie to me, Vincent. I know it was you. And I’m gonna make you pay for it.”

Vincent felt a sense of dread wash over him. He knew he was in deep trouble. He looked at Marsellus, waiting for him to make a move.

But instead of attacking him, Marsellus stood up and walked to the door. “Get out of here, Vincent,” he said. “And don’t come back until you’ve made things right.”

Vincent was confused. He didn’t know what Marsellus meant by “making things right.” He stood up and walked to the door, but before he left, he turned back to Marsellus.

“What do you mean, boss?” he asked.

Marsellus looked at Vincent with a cold expression. “You’ll figure it out,” he said. “And when you do, you’d better be ready to face the consequences.”

Vincent left Marsellus’s house feeling defeated. He didn’t know what to do. He had messed up and now he had to pay the price. But he was determined to make it right. He didn’t know how, but he knew he had to try.

Vincent drove back to his apartment, feeling exhausted. He had been through a lot in the past few days and he just wanted to rest. But as he walked into his apartment, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat.

There, sitting on his couch, was Mia. She looked up at him and smiled. “Hey, Vincent,” she said. “How was your day?”

Vincent couldn’t believe it. He had forgotten all about Mia. And now she was here, in his apartment. He didn’t know what to do.

“Mia, what are you doing here?” he asked.

Mia stood up and walked over to him. “I came to say thank you,” she said, putting her hand on his chest. “For taking me out the other night. It was the most fun I’ve had in ages.”

Vincent felt a surge of emotion. He had forgotten how beautiful Mia was, how much he had enjoyed their date. But he knew it was wrong. He couldn’t get involved with Marsellus’s wife.

“Mia, you can’t be here,” he said, gently pushing her away. “It’s not safe.”

Mia pouted. “Come on, Vincent,” she said. “Don’t be like that. Let’s have some fun.”

Vincent knew he should say no. He knew it was a bad idea. But something inside him couldn’t resist. He had been through so much in the past few days. He needed a release.

He took Mia in his arms and kissed her. They fell onto the couch, their passion igniting. Vincent knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself.

As they made love, Vincent felt a sense of release. He forgot about his troubles, his fears, his guilt. He was lost in the moment, lost in Mia’s arms.

But as they lay there, exhausted, Vincent couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. He knew he had made a mistake. He knew it was going to come back to haunt him.

Vincent got up and got dressed. He looked back at Mia, sleeping peacefully on his couch. He knew he had to leave before Marsellus found out. Before he made things even worse.

Vincent walked out of his apartment, feeling alone and scared. He didn’t know what the future held, but he knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He had messed up and he had to make it right.

Some scenes from the movie Pulp Fiction written by A.I.

Scene 1



The busy streets of New York City bustle with people going about their daily routines. We see a man, VINCENT VEGA (30s), walking towards us. He is dressed in a black suit and tie, his hair slicked back. He stops at the entrance of an apartment building.


Vincent enters the apartment and finds his partner, JULES WINNFIELD (30s), sitting on a couch talking to a man, BRETT (20s). Brett is visibly nervous as Jules and Vincent approach.


(to Brett)

Now, normally, both your asses would be dead as fuckin’ fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I’m in a transitional period so I don’t wanna kill you, I wanna help you.


Thank you.


But I can’t give you this case. It don’t belong to me. Besides, I’ve already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.

Vincent gives Brett a menacing look.


You tried to fuck him. And Marsellus Wallace don’t like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.

Brett is clearly terrified.


(to Vincent)

That’s right. I’m Samuel L. Jackson, and you’re the guy who’s gonna hand me the case.

Vincent retrieves the mysterious case from its hiding spot and hands it to Jules.


(to Brett)

We good, Brett?


Yeah, we’re cool.


Thank you. Now, get the fuck out of here.

Brett flees the apartment as Vincent and Jules examine the case. Suddenly, Vincent’s gun goes off, shooting Brett’s dead body on the toilet.


What the fuck?!


It was an accident!

Jules and Vincent quickly gather their things and leave the apartment before anyone can catch them.


Scene 2

Character Development:

– Vincent Vega: a hitman with a love for burgers and a cool demeanor

– Mia Wallace: the beautiful wife of the feared gangster Marsellus Wallace

– Lance: Vincent’s drug dealer and friend

– Jules Winnfield: Vincent’s philosophical partner in crime

– Marsellus Wallace: the feared gangster who rules over the criminal underworld

Setting: Los Angeles



Vincent and Mia sit at a booth in the 50’s-style diner. They are dressed in their finest clothes.

VINCENT: “So, Mia, what’s it gonna be tonight?”

MIA: “I heard about this contest they’re having. Twist contest. You know how to do the twist?”

VINCENT: “Uh…no, not really.”

MIA: “Well, it’s easy. I’ll show you. (rising from the booth) Now, I want you to watch me. Ready?”

They both stand up. The speaker blares “You Never Can Tell” by Chuck Berry. Mia begins to twist. Vincent follows.


Screenplay base on Chapter 2.


Vincent, dressed in a black suit, drives his car to Mia’s home. He parks the car and rings the doorbell. Mia answers.

MIA: “Vincent, baby! Come on in.”

Vincent follows Mia into her house. They sit down in the living room and Mia pulls out a small baggie of white powder and a syringe.

MIA: “You don’t mind if I fix myself up, do you?”

VINCENT: (taken aback) “Uh, no, go ahead.”

Mia pulls down her pants and injects the drugs into her thigh, moaning as she does so. Vincent watches, his face grim.

MIA: “So, where are we going for dinner?”

VINCENT: “Jackrabbit Slim’s.”

MIA: (excitedly) “I love that place! They have the twist contest tonight. We should enter!”

Vincent chuckles nervously, unsure of how to respond. They leave for the diner.



The diner is packed with people dancing and singing to “You Never Can Tell.” Vincent and Mia sit at a booth, eating burgers and drinking milkshakes.

MIA: “So, you’re a hitman, right?”

VINCENT: “Yeah, I am.”

MIA: “That’s so cool. I’ve always wanted to be part of the underworld. You know, like Bonnie and Clyde.”

Vincent looks uncomfortable at Mia’s words.

MIA: “Don’t worry, Vincent. I won’t tell anyone about your…profession.”

Vincent nods, still uncomfortable.

MIA: “Let’s dance!”

They join the other couples on the dance floor and begin to twist, with Vincent doing his best to keep up with Mia’s moves.


The twist contest is in full swing. Vincent and Mia are up against a young couple. Vincent looks nervous as the music starts.

MIA: “Come on, Vincent! You can do it!”

Vincent falls behind the young couple, stumbling over his own feet. Mia grabs his hand and pulls him back into the rhythm of the music.

The audience cheers as Vincent and Mia pull off a stunning twist. The emcee takes the microphone.

EMCEE: “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! Give it up for Vincent and Mia!”

Vincent and Mia kiss passionately as the audience applauds.


Scene 3

Setting: Los Angeles, California

Characters: Vincent Vega, Jules Winnfield, Winston Wolfe, Jimmy Dimmick

Scene 3: “The Fixer”



VINCENT and JULES are sitting on the couch in an apartment living room. VINCENT speaks on the phone.


(into phone)

Winston, we need you to come down here and help us out.


(to Vincent)

What’s Winston going to do for us?


(to Jules)

He’s the fixer. He’ll take care of everything.

JULES nods in agreement.

Suddenly, the door opens and WINSTON WOLFE enters. He’s a sharp-dressed man in his forties with a calm demeanor.


(to Vincent)

You’re Vincent, I presume.

VINCENT stands up.


That’s right.


(to Jules)

And you must be Jules.

JULES stands up and shakes hands with WINSTON.


That’s right.


(to Vincent and Jules)

I specialize in cleaning up messes like this. Let me take a look at the car.

The three men exit the apartment and make their way to the garage.



VINCENT and JULES open the trunk to reveal a bloody mess.


(to Vincent and Jules)

Gentlemen, let’s get to work.



VINCENT and JULES are sitting on the couch while WINSTON WOLFE cleans up.


(to Jules)

This guy is good.



Yeah, he’s like a magician.

Suddenly, JIMMY DIMMICK enters the room. He’s a scruffy looking man in his thirties.


(to Vincent and Jules)

What the hell is going on here?


(to Jimmy)

We had a little accident.



A little accident? You’ve got a dead body in my garage!

VINCENT stands up.


(to Jimmy)

Don’t worry, Jimmy. You’ll be taken care of.


(to Vincent)

I better be.

WINSTON WOLFE enters the room.


(to Vincent and Jules)

Gentlemen, we’re ready to go.

VINCENT, JULES, and WINSTON exit the apartment, leaving JIMMY behind.


Scene 4


– Butch: A washed-up boxer who plans to rob a restaurant with his friends.

– Vincent: A hitman who happens to be at the restaurant.

– Jules: Vincent’s partner in crime.

– Brett: One of the robbers who encounters Vincent and Jules.

– Pumpkin and Honey Bunny: A couple planning their own heist.

Setting: An eclectic restaurant in Los Angeles.


BUTCH: (whispering to his friends) Alright, we go in there, take the place out and get the money. Simple as that.

VINCENT: (to Jules) What do you think?

JULES: (shaking his head) I don’t know, man. Something’s not right about this.

BRETT: (to Butch and his friends) Hold up. What if someone’s in there?

BUTCH: (smirking) Then we take care of them.

Suddenly, Vincent and Jules burst into the restaurant, guns drawn.

VINCENT: (yelling) Nobody move! Hands up!

BUTCH: (pulling out his gun) Shit!

The two groups face off, guns pointed at each other.

JULES: (to Vincent) We’re sorry, boys. This is a robbery.

BRETT: (raising his hands) Alright, alright. We were just leaving.

As Brett and his friends exit the restaurant, Vincent and Jules grab the briefcase filled with money and make their escape.

As they flee, they run into Pumpkin and Honey Bunny, who are preparing to rob the same restaurant.

PUMPKIN: (waving his gun at Vincent and Jules) Alright, motherfuckers, this is a robbery!

HONEY BUNNY: (joining in) Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!

JULES: (rolling his eyes) Not again.

Vincent and Jules disarm the couple and make off with their loot as well.

As they drive away, Vincent turns to Jules.

VINCENT: You think we got enough money to retire yet?

JULES: (laughs) Let’s just say we won’t have to work for a while.

Fade to black.

Scene 5

Setting: Los Angeles in the 1990s


– Vincent Vega: A hitman who loves burgers and is an expert at his job.

– Mia Wallace: Marsellus Wallace’s wife who enjoys dancing and has a passion for life.

– Butch Coolidge: A washed-up boxer who is determined to make a comeback.

– Marsellus Wallace: A powerful and dangerous gangster who is not to be crossed.

– Lance: Vincent’s drug dealer who helps him out of a jam.

Scene 5: “The Escape”


Butch is lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Mia is on the couch, humming along with the music on the radio.


(looking over at Butch)

You know, you’re the first person I’ve ever met who’s not a fan of Elvis.


(sitting up)

I didn’t say I wasn’t a fan. I just don’t like his movies.



Well, you should come over and watch some with me sometime. I’ll change your mind.

Butch chuckles.



I gotta get out of this city.



Why? What’s wrong?


I killed one of Marsellus’s men. I gotta get out of town before he finds me.


(nodding seriously)

Yeah, you better lay low for a while.

Suddenly, a figure emerges from the bathroom, holding a gun. It’s a man who was hiding there.



What the hell?!

The man points his gun at Butch, who springs into action. He grabs a katana sword and slices the man in half.



Let’s get outta here.

Butch and Mia quickly gather their belongings and leave the hotel room.


Butch and Mia emerge from the hotel, looking around frantically.



We gotta find a way outta here.

Suddenly, a car pulls up beside them. It’s Vincent and Lance.



Butch? What are you doing here?



I need a way out of town. Can you help me?



Get in.

Butch and Mia climb into the back seat of the car. Vincent drives off into the night.


(looking at Butch)

What happened back there? Who was that guy?


(calming down)

Just a hired gun. Nothing we couldn’t handle.


(turning to Butch)

You know, Marsellus is gonna come after you. You gotta disappear.



Yeah, I know.

The car speeds off into the distance as the night sky stretches out before them.


Author: AI