Butch slowly inserts the key into the door, quietly opening it...

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INT. BUTCH'S APARTMENT – DAY
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.
BUTCH
(softly)
Holy shit.
He picks up the intimidating peace of weaponary and examines it.
Then... a toilet FLUSHES.
Butch looks up to the bathroom door, which is parallel to the kitchen. There is someone behind it.
Like a rabbit caught in a radish patch, Butch freezes, not knowing what to do.
The bathroom door opens and Vincent Vega steps out of the bathroom, tightening his belt. In his hand is the book "MODESTY
BLAISE" by Peter O'Donnell.
Vincent and Butch lock eyes.
Vincent freezes.
Butch doesn't move, except to point the M61 in Vincent's direction.
Neither man opens his mouth.
Then... the toaster LOUDLY kicks up the Pop Tarts.
That's all the situation needed.
Butch's finger HITS the trigger.
MUFFLED FIRE SHOOTS out of the end of the gun.
Vincent is seemingly WRACKED with twenty bullets SIMULTANEOUSLY –
LIFTING him off his feet, PROPELLING him through the air and CRASHING through the glass shower door at the end of the bathroom.
By the time Butch removes his finger from the trigger, Vincent is annihilated.
Butch stands frozen, amazed at what just happened. His look goes from the grease spot in the bathroom that was once Vincent, down to the powerful piece of artillery in his grip.
With the respect it deserves, Butch carefully places the M61 back on the kitchen counter.
Then he exits the apartment, quickly.
EXT. APARTMENT COURTYARD – DAY
Butch, not running, but walking very rapidly, crosses the courtyard...
... comes out of the apartment building, crosses the street...
... goes through the alley...
... and into his car in one STEADICAM SHOT.
EXT. HONDA – DAY
Butch CRANKS the car into gear and drives away. The big wide smile of a survivor breaks across his face.
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING STREET – DAY
The Honda turns down the alley and slowly cruises by his apartment building.
INT. HONDA – DAY
Butch looks out the window at his former home.
BUTCH
That's how you're gonna beat 'em, Butch.
They keep underestimatin' ya.
This makes the boxer laugh out loud. As he laughs, he flips a tape in the cassette player. When the MUSIC starts, he SINGS along with it.
He drives by the apartment, but is stopped at the light on the corner across from Teriyaki Donut.
Butch is still chuckling, singing along with the song, as we see: THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD
The big man himself, Marsellus Wallace, exit Teriyaki Donut, carrying a box of a dozen donuts and two large styrofoam cups of coffee. He steps off the curb, crossing the street in front of Butch's car. This is the first time we see Marsellus clearly.
Laughing boy stops when he sees the big man directly in front of him.
When Marsellus is in front of Butch's car, he casually glances to his left, sees Butch, continues walking... then STOPS!
DOUBLE-TAKE: "Am I really seeing what I'm seeing?"
Butch doesn't wait for the big man to answer his own question. He STOMPS on the gas pedal.
The little Honda SLAMS into Marsellus, sending him, the donuts and the coffee HITTING the pavement at thirty miles an hour.
Butch CUTS into cross traffic and is BROAD-SIDED by a gold Camaro Z-28, BREAKING all the windows in the Honda and sending it up on the sidewalk.
Butch sits dazed and confused in the crumpled mess of what at one time was Fabienne's Honda. Blood flows from his nostrils. The still-functional tape player continues to play. A PEDESTRIAN pokes his head inside.
PEDESTRIAN
Jesus, are you okay?
Butch look at him, spaced-out.
BUTCH
I guess.
Marsellus Wallace lies sprawled out in the street. GAWKERS gather around the body.
GAWKER #1
(to the others)
He's dead! He's dead!
This jerk's yelling makes Marsellus come to.
TWO PEDESTRIANS help the shaken Butch out of the wreckage.
The woozy Marsellus gets to his feet.
GAWKER #2
If you need a witness in court, I'll be
glad to help. He was a drunken maniac. He hit you and crashed into that car.
MARSELLUS
(still incoherent)
Who?
GAWKER #2
(pointing at Butch)
Him.
Marsellus follows the Gawker's finger and sees Butch Coolidge down the street, looking a shambles.
MARSELLUS
Well, I'll be damned.
The big man takes out a .45 Automatic and the Gawkers back away.
Marsellus starts moving toward Butch.
Butch sees the fierce figure making a wobbly bee-line toward him.
BUTCH
Sacre bleu.
Marsellus brings up his weapon and FIRES, but he's so hurt, shaky and dazed that his arm goes wild.
He HITS a LOOKY-LOO WOMAN in the hip. She falls to the ground, screaming.
LOOKY-LOO WOMAN
Oh my God, I've been shot!
That's all Butch needs to see. He's outta here.