"Tarantino, Quentin - Pulp Fiction script" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tarantino Quentin)

The two men EMPTY their guns at the same time on the sitting
Brett.

When they are finished, the bullet-ridden carcass just sits
there for a moment, then TOPPLES over.

All is quiet.

The only SOUND is Marvin MUTTERING in the corner.

MARVIN
...goddamn...goddamn...that was
fucked up...goddamn, that was cold-
blooded...

VINCENT
(pointing to Marvin)
Friend of yours?

JULES
Yeah, Marvin-Vincent-Vincent-
Marvin.

VINCENT
Tell 'em to shut up, he's gettin'
on my nerves.

JULES
Marvin, I'd knock that shit off if
I was you.

Then suddenly the bathroom door BURSTS OPEN, and a FOURTH MAN
(as young as the rest) comes CHARGING out, a silver Magnum in
his hand.

We DOLLY into a MEDIUM on him.

FOURTH MAN
Die...die...die...die...die...die!

The Fourth Man FIRES SIX BOOMING SHOTS from his hand cannon in
the direction of Vincent and Jules. He SCREAMS a maniacal cry
of revenge until he's DRY FIRING.

Then...his face does a complete change of expression. It goes
from a "Vengeance is mine" expression, to a "What the fuck"
blank look.

FOURTH MAN