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One, it's not a silly watch. Two,
I'm not gonna be murdered. And
three, don't be scared. I won't
let anything get in the way of us
living a happy life together.
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BUTCH
Don't feel bad, sugar pop. Nothing
you could ever do would make me
permanently angry at you.
(pause)
I love you, remember?
(he digs some money out
of his wallet)
Now here's some money, order those
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FABIAN
Okay.
And with that, he's out the door.
Fabian sits on the bed and looks at the money he gave her.Comment
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INT. HONDA (MOVING) - DAY 47.
Butch is beating the steering wheel and the dash with his
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BUTCH
Of all the fuckin' things she
coulda forgot, she forgets my
father's watch. I specifically
reminded her not to forget it.
"Bedside table -- on the kangaroo."
I said the words: "Don't forget my
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EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 48.
The little Honda races toward its destination as fast as its
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BUTCH
What the fuck am I doin'? Have I
taken one too many hits to the
head? That's gotta be it. Brain
damage is the only excuse for this
dumb a move. Stop the car, Butch.
(he keeps on driving)
Stop the car, Butch.
(he pays no attention
to himself)
Butch, I'm talkin' to you. Put-
your-foot-on-the-break!
Butch's foot SLAMS down hard on the break.Comment
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EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 50.
The little Honda SKIDS to a stop in the middle of the street.
Butch HOPS out of the car like it was on fire.
Butch begins PACING back and forth, talking to himself,
oblivious to PASSERSBY and traffic.Comment
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BUTCH
I ain't gonna do this. This is a
punchy move and I ain't punchy!
Daddy would totally fuckin'
understand. If he was here right
now, he'd say, "Butch, git a grip.
It's a fuckin' watch, man. You
lose one, ya git another. This is
your life you're fuckin' around
with, which you shouldn't be doin'
'cause you only got one.
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BUTCH
This is my war. You see, Butch,
what you're forgettin' is this
watch isn't just a device that
enables you to keep track of time.
This watch is a symbol. It's a
symbol of how your father, and his
father before him, and his father
before him, distinguished
themselves in war. And when I took
Marsellus Wallace's money, I
started a war. This is my World
War Two. That apartment in North
Hollywood, that's my Wake Island.
In fact, if you look at it that
way, it's almost kismet that Fabian
left it behind. And using that
perspective, going back for it
isn't stupid. It may be dangerous,
but it's not stupid. Because there
are certain things in this world
that are worth going back for.
That's it, Butch has talked himself into it again. He HOPS in
the car, starts it up and TAKES OFF.Comment
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I don't know how long I can keep up.
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EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET CORNER - DAY 51.
Butch isn't completely reckless. He has parked his car a
couple of blocks from his apartment to check things out before
he goes boppin' through the front door.Comment
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EXT. ALLEY - DAY 52.
Butch walks down the alley until he gets to another street,
then he discreetly glances out.Comment
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EXT. STREET - BUTCH'S APARTMENT - DAY 53.
Everything seems normal. More or less the right number of
cars in the street. None of the parked cars appear out of
place. None of them have a couple of goons sitting inside.
Basically, it looks like normal morning activity in front of
Butch's home.
Butch peers around a wall, taking in the vital information.Comment
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BUTCH
(to himself)
Everything looks hunky dorie.
Looks can be deceiving, but this
time I don't think they are. Why
waste the manpower to stake out my
place. I'd have to be a fuckin'
idiot to come back here. That's
how you're gonna beat 'em Butch,
they keep underestimating you.
Butch walks out of the alley and is ready for anything. He
crosses the street and enters his apartment courtyard.
Across the street from Butch's building, on the corner, is a
combination donut shop and Japanese restaurant. A big sign
sticks up in the air, with the name "Teriyaki Donut" and a
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EXT. BUTCH'S APARTMENT COURTYARD - DAY 54.
Butch is in the courtyard of his North Hollywood apartment
building. Once again, everything appears normal -- the
laundry room, the pool, his apartment door -- nothing appears
disturbed.
Butch climbs the stairs leading to his apartment, number 12.
He steps outside the door and listens inside. Nothing.
Butch slowly inserts the key into the door, quietly opening
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INT. BUTCH'S APARTMENT - DAY 55.
His apartment hasn't been touched.
He cautiously steps inside, shuts the door and takes a quick
look around. Obviously, no one is there.
Butch walks into his modest kitchen, and opens the
refrigerator. He takes out a carton of milk and drinks from
it.
With carton in hard, Butch surveys the apartment. Then he
goes to the bedroom.
His bedroom is like the rest of the apartment -- neat, clean
and anonymous. The only things personal in his room are a few
boxing trophies, an Olympic silver medal, a framed issue of
"Ring Magazine" with Butch on the cover, and a poster of Jerry
Quarry and one of George Chuvalo.
Sure enough, there's the watch just like he said it was: on
the bedside table, hanging on his little kangaroo statue.
He walks through the apartment and back into the kitchen. He
opens a cupboard and takes out a box of Pop Tarts. Putting
down the milk, he opens the box, takes out two Pop Tarts and
puts them in the toaster.
Butch glances to his right, his eyes fall on something.
What he sees is a small compact Czech M61 submachine gun with
a huge silencer on it, lying on his kitchen counter.Comment
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