Kill Bill: Vol. 2 Page #2

she cut her way through 88

bodyguards...

before she got to O-Ren?

No, there wasn't really 88 of them.

They just call themselves

"The Crazy 88."

-How come?

-I don't know.

I guess they thought it sounded cool.

Anyhow...

they all fell under

her Hanzo sword.

She's got a Hanzo sword?

He made one for her.

Didn't he swear a blood oath to

Never make another sword?

It would appear he has broken it.

Them Japs sure know how to

Hold a grudge, don't they?

Or maybe...

you just tend to bring that

out in people.

I know this is a ridiculous

question before I ask it...

but you haven't, by any chance

kept up with your swordplay?

I pawned that years ago.

You hocked a

Hattori Hanzo sword?

It was priceless.

Well, not in El Paso, it ain't.

In El Paso,

I got me $250 for it.

I'm a bouncer in a

titty bar, Bill.

If she wants to fight me, she's got

to come to the club, start some sh*t...

and we'll be in a fight.

I know we haven't spoken

in some time.

And the last time we spoke wasn't

The most pleasant...

but you've got to get over

being mad at me...

and start becoming afraid of...

because she is coming and she's

coming to kill you.

And unless you accept my assistance

I have no doubt she will succeed.

I don't dodge guilt and I don't

Jew out of paying my comeuppance.

Can't we just forget

the past?

That woman deserves

her revenge.

And we deserve to die.

But, then again...

so does she.

So I guess...

we'll just see...

won't we?

Late again.

Budd, can't you tell time?

There ain't nobody in here, man.

Is that Budd?!

Tell him to get his f***ing

ass back here!

Budd, Larry'd like a word with you.

Take a hit.

Be somebody, baby.

You looking for me?

I don't know what car wash you worked

I don't know what car wash

that let you stroll

in 20 minutes late...

but it wasn't owned by me and

I own a f***ing car wash.

-Do you want me to leave?

-No, I want you to sit and wait.

Larry...

there ain't nobody out there, so...

There's nobody out there,

Larry.

What's your point?

That you're not needed here?

My point is...

I'm the bouncer...

and there ain't

nobody out there to bounce.

You're saying that the reason...

that you're not doing the job

that I'm paying you to do...

I'm paying you to do

a job to do?

Is that what you're saying?

What are you trying to convince me of?

That you're as useless as an

a**hole right here?

Well, guess what, Buddy...

I think you just f***ing

convinced me.

Let's go to the calendar.

It's calendar time.

Calendar time for Buddy.

Okay, you working tomorrow?

No, you're not. You don't even

know what f***ing day you work.

Here. You're not working tomorrow

you're working Wednesday. There

Working Thursday?

I don't think so.

Friday?

There's your name.

-If you say so.

-There used to be your name.

Saturday...

there used to be your name.

So Monday you're going to...

Here, how about that?

F***ing with your cash is

the only thing you kids seem to...

understand. Okay?

Now, I want you to go home till

I call you. Till I call you.

Before you leave, talk to Rocket.

She's got a job for you to do.

And...

the hat.

That f***ing hat.

That f***ing hat.

How many times have I told you...

don't wear that f***ing hat here?

How many?

Well, customers wear hats.

Well, I'm not the boss of the

customers. I'm the boss of you.

And I'm telling you...

that I want you to keep that

sh*t-kicker hat at home.

Yeah, Budd, honey, the toilet

Is at it again.

There's shitty water all over

the floor.

Okay...

Rocket.

I'll clean it up.

Well that gentled you down

some, didn't it?

Ain't nobody a badass with

a double dose of rock salt...

dug deep in their tits.

Not having...

tits...

as fine...

or as big as yours...

I can't even imagine how bad that

sh*t must sting.

Yet...

I don't want to neither.

I win..

Bill?

Wrong brother

you hateful b*tch.

-Budd.

-Bingo

And to what do I owe this

dubious pleasure?

I just caught me the cowgirl ain't

never been caught.

Did you kill her?

Well, not yet I ain't.

I shot her full

of rock salt.

She's so gentle right now I could...

perform her coup de grace

with a rock.

Anywho...

Guess what I'm holding in my

hand right now.

What?

A brand spanking new

Hattori Hanzo sword.

And I'm here to tell you, Elle...

that's what I call sharp.

How much?

Oh, that's hard to say, being

that it's priceless and all....

What's the terms?

You get your bony ass down here

first thing in the morning...

...with a million dollars

in folding cash...

and I'll give you the greatest sword

ever made by a man.

How do you like the sound of that?

Sounds like we got a deal.

One condition.

What?

She must suffer to

her last breath.

Well that, Elle, darling...

I can pretty much damn well

guarantee.

Then I'll see you in the morning...

millionaire.

All right.

Wakey, wakey.

Eggs and bakey.

I'm done!

Get me out of this hole!

Good.

Who, look at those eyes.

This b*tch is furious.

What did I tell you?

Is she the cutest little blond...

p*ssy you ever saw?

Or is she the cutest little...

blond p*ssy you ever saw?

I seen better.

You got anything to say?

White women call this

"the silent treatment."

And we let them think

we don't like it.

You grab the feet

I'll get the head.

Wiggle worm. You see this?

You see it, don't you?

That's a can of Mace.

You're going underneath

the ground tonight.

And that's all there is to it.

I want to bury you.

I was going to bury you...

with this.

But if you're going to act like

a horse's ass...

I'm going to spray this whole goddamn

can right in your eyeballs!

I'll burn them right out

of your f***ing head.

Then you're going to be blind...

and burning...

and buried alive.

Now, what's it going to be, sister?

That's a wise decision.

This is for breaking my

brother's heart.

Once upon a time in China...

some believe...

around the year one double

aught-three...

head priest of the

White Lotus Clan, Pai Mei...

was walking down a road...

contemplating whatever it is...

that a man of Pai Mei's infinite

powers would contemplate...

which is another way of saying

"who knows?"...

when a Shaolin monk

appeared on the road...

traveling in the opposite direction.

As the monk and the priest

Crossed paths...

Pai Mei...

in a practically unfathomable

display of generosity...

gave the monk

the slightest of nods.

The nod was not returned.

Now, was it the intention of the

Shaolin monk to insult Pai Mei?

Or did he just fail to see

the generous social gesture?

The motives of the

monk remain unknown.

What is known...

were the consequences.

The next morning...

Pai Mei appeared at the

Shaolin temple...

and demanded...

of the temple's head abbot that he

offer Pai Mei his neck...

to repay the insult.

The abbot, at first, tried

to console Pai Mei...

only to find Pai Mei was...

inconsolable.

So began...

the Massacre of the Shaolin Temple...

and all 60 of the monks inside...

at the fists of the White Lotus.

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