His trainer KLONDIKE, an older fireplug, opens the door a little, sticking his head in the room...

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Pandemonium seems to be breaking out behind Klondike in the hallway.
KLONDIKE
It's time, Butch.
BUTCH
I'm ready.
Klondike steps inside, closing the door on the WILD MOB outside.
He goes to the long yellow robe hanging on a hook. Butch hops off the table and, without a word, Klondike helps him on with the robe, which says on the back: "BATTLING BUTCH COOLIDGE".
The two men head for the door. Klondike opens the door for Butch.
As Butch steps into the hallway, the Crowd goes apeshit. Klondike closes the door behind him, leaving us in the quiet, empty locker room.
FADE TO BLACK
TITLE CARD:
"THE GOLD WATCH"
WE HEAR OVER THE BLACK AND WHITE TITLE:
SPORTSCASTER #1 (O.S.)
– Well Dan, that had to be the bloodiest and, hands-down, the most brutal fight
this city has ever seen.
The SOUND of chaos in the b.g.
FADE IN:
EXT. ALLEY (RAINING) – NIGHT
A taxi is parked in a dark alley next to an auditorium. The sky is PISSIN' DOWN RAIN. WE SLOWLY DOLLY toward the parked car. The SOUND of the CAR RADIO can be heard coming from inside.
SPORTSCASTER #1 (O.S.)
... Coolidge was out of there faster than I've ever seen a victorious boxer vacate the ring. Do you think he knew Willis was dead?
SPORTSCASTER #2 (O.S.)
My guess would be yes, Richard. I could
see from my position here, the frenzy in his eyes give way to the realization of
what he was doing. I think any man
would've left the ring that fast.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. TAXI (PARKED/RAINING) – NIGHT
Inside the taxi, behind the wheel, is a female cabbie named ESMARELDA VILLALOBOS. A young woman, with Spanish looks, sits parked, drinking a steaming hot cup of coffee out of a white styrofoam cup.
The Sportscasters continue their coverage.
SPORTSCASTER #1 (O.S.)
Do you feel this ring death tragedy will have an effect on the world of boxing?
SPORTSCASTER #2 (O.S.)
Oh Dan, a tragedy like this can't help but shake the world of boxing to its very
foundation. But it's of paramount
importance that during the sad weeks
ahead, the eyes of the W.B.A. remain
firmly fixed on the – CLICK –
Esmarelda shuts off the radio.
She takes a sip of coffee, then hears a NOISE behind her in the alley. She sticks her head out of the car door to see: EXT. BOXING AUDITORIUM (RAINING) – NIGHT
A window about three stories high opens on the auditorium-side of the alley. A gym bag is tossed out into a garbage dumpster below the window. Then, Butch Coolidge, still dressed in boxing trunks, shoes, gloves and yellow robe, LEAPS to the dumpster below.
ESMARELDA'S REACTION takes in the strangeness of this sight.
Gym bag in hand, Butch CLIMBS out of the dumpster and RUNS to the taxi. Before he climbs in, he takes off his robe and throws it to the ground.
INT. TAXI (PARKED / RAINING) – NIGHT
Butch, soaking wet, naked except for trunks, shoes and gloves, HOPS in the backseat, SLAMMING the door.
Esmarelda, staring straight ahead, talks to Butch through the rearview mirror:
ESMARELDA
(Spanish accent)
Are you the man I was supposed to pick up?
BUTCH
If you're the cab I called, I'm the guy
you're supposed to pick up.
ESMARELDA
Where to?
BUTCH
Outta here.
The ignition key is TWISTED. The engine ROARS to life.
The meter is FLIPPED on.
Esmarelda's bare foot STOMPS on the gas pedal.
EXT. BOXING AUDITORIUM (RAINING) – NIGHT
The cab WHIPS out of the alley, FISH-TAILING on the wet pavement in front of the auditorium at a rapid pace.
INT. WILLIS LOCKER ROOM (AUDITORIUM) – NIGHT
Locker room door opens, Enghlish Dave fights his way through the pandemonium which is going on outside in the hall, shutting the door on the madness. Once inside, English Dave takes time to adjust his suit and tie. Mia is standing by the door. She sees Vincent with English Dave.
VINCENT
Mia. How you doin'?
MIA
Great. I never thanked you for the dinner.
In the room, black boxer FLOYD RAY WILLIS lies on a table – dead.
His face looks like he went dunking for bees. His TRAINER is on his knees, head on Floyd's chest, crying over the body.
The huge figure that is Marsellus Wallace stands at the table, hand on the Trainer's shoulder, lending emotional support. We still do not see Marsellus clearly, only that he is big.
Mia sits in a chair at the far end of the room.
Marsellus looks up, sees English Dave and walks over to him.
MARSELLUS (O.S.)
What'cha got?
ENGLISH DAVE
He booked.
MARSELLUS (O.S.)
I'm prepared to scour the earth for this motherfucker. If Butch goes to Indo China, I want a nigger hidin' in a bowl of rice, ready to pop a cap in his ass.
ENGLISH DAVE
I'll take care of it.
INT. CAB (MOVING / RAINING) – NIGHT
Butch gets one of his boxing gloves off.
Esmeralda watches in the rearview mirror.
He tries to roll down one of the backseat windows, but can't find the roll bar.
BUTCH
Hey, how do I open the window back here?
ESMARELDA
I have to do it.
She presses a button and the back window moves down. Butch tosses his boxing glove out the window, then starts untying the other one.
Esmeralda can't keep quiet anymore.
ESMARELDA
Hey, mister?
BUTCH
(still working on the glove)
What?
ESMARELDA
You were in that fight? The fight on the radio – you're the fighter?
As he tosses his other glove out the window.
BUTCH
Whatever gave you that idea?
ESMARELDA
No c'mon, you're him, I know you're him, tell me you're him.
BUTCH
(drying himself with a gym towel)
I'm him.
ESMARELDA
You killed the other boxing man.
BUTCH
He's dead?
ESMARELDA
The radio said he was dead.
He finished wiping himself down.
BUTCH
(to himself)
Sorry 'bout that, Floyd.
He tosses the towel out the window.
Silence, as Butch digs in his bag for a t-shirt.