Kill Bill Page #5

She pauses for effect -- the ham.

THE BRIDE:

I'll wait for now, but I won't wait

for long. I'll allow you to choose

a time and place for us to meet

again, preferably as far away from

Nikki as possible.

I could have just HIT you, I

didn't, I demand respect for that.

Since this is not a HIT, consider

it a DUEL. And as two former Deadly

Vipers, we will observe Viper rules

of honor. One on one - no help - no

bushwhackin - no treacherous

weapons - on weapon of choice - our

skill and our bodies.

Vernita says her name;

VERNITA:

*(BLEEP)*

THE BRIDE:

- I'm not through telling you.

Failure to keep our date, or

duplicity of any kind, will result

in me putting a xoxo hollow point

bullet into the back of your skull

from a window of a building across

the street from Nikki's elementary

school. Now, feel free to respond.

VERNITA:

Look...I know I f***ed you over. I

f***ed you over bad. I wish to God

I hadn't, but I did.

The blonde listens to the black woman with a poker face.

VERNITA:

If I could go back in a machine I

would, but I can't. All I can tell

you is I'm a different person now.

THE BRIDE:

I don't care.

VERNITA:

Be that as it may, I know I do not

deserve mercy or forgiveness.

However, I beseech you for both on

behalf of my daughter.

THE BRIDE:

-- B*tch, you can stop right there.

The B-word stops Vernita short, almost like a cold-handed

slap in the face(it should affect the audience that way as

well).

THE BRIDE:

(leans in close)

Just because I have no wish to

murder you before the eyes of your

daughter, does not mean parading

her around in front of me is going

to inspire sympathy. You and I have

unfinished business.

And not a goddamn f***in thing

you've done in the subsequent five

years - including getting knocked

up - is going to change that.

VERNITA:

You have every right to wanna get

even --

THE BRIDE:

-- But that's where you're wrong,

Vernita. I don't want to get even.

To get even, even Steven. I would

have to kill you, go into Nikki's

room, kill her, then wait for your

old man, Dr. Bell, to come home and

kill him. That would make us even.

No, my unborn daughter will just

hafta be satisfied with your death

at her mother's hands.

Vernita knows no matter what else is said, blood will spill.

VERNITA:

When do we do this?

THE BRIDE:

It all depends... When do you want

to die? Tomorrow? The day after

tomorrow? That's about as long as

I'll wait.

VERNITA:

How bout tonight, b*tch?

THE BRIDE:

Spendid. Where?

VERNITA:

There's a baseball diamond where

our little league has its games,

about a mile from here. We meet

there around two-thirty in the

morning, dressed all in black, your

hair in a black stocking, and we

have us a knife fight, we won't be

bothered. I have to fix Nikki's

cereal.

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