Master...
Your Mandarin is lousy.
lt causes my ears discomfort.
You bray like an ass!
You are not to speak unless spoken to.
ls it too much to hope... you understand Cantonese?
l speak Japanese very well...
l didn't ask if you speak Japanese...
l asked if you understand Cantonese?
A little.
You are here to learn the mysteries of Kung Fu, not linguistics.
lf you can't understand me...
l will communicate with you like l would a dog.
When l yell, when l point, when l beat you with my stick!
Bill is your master, is he not?
Yes, he is.
Your master tells me... you're not entirely unschooled.
What training do you possess?
l am proficient in Tiger-Crane Style,
and l am more than proficient in the exquisite art of the Samurai sword.
(scoffs)
The exquisite art of the Samurai sword. Don't make me laugh!
Your so-called exquisite art, is only fit for...
Japanese fat heads!
(laughs)
Your anger amuses me. Do you believe you are my match?
No.
Are you aware l kill at will?
Yes.
ls it your wish to die?
No.
(laughs)
Then you must be stupid...
Then you must be stupid... so stupid.
Rise, and let me look at your ridiculous face.
Rise.
So my pathetic friend... ls there anything that you can do well?
What's the matter?
Cat got your tongue?
- Oh yes, you speak Japanese.
l despise the Goddamn Japs!
Go to that rack.
Remove the sword.
(whooshes)
Let's see how good you really are.
lf...
...you land a single blow,
l'll bow down and call you master.
(whipping)
(grunts)
(grunting)
From here you can get an excellent view of my foot.
(thud)
(laughs)
Your swordsmanship... is amateur at best.
(whipping)
(grunting)
Your so-called kung-fu... is really... quite pathetic.
l asked you to demonstrate... what you know... and you did...
Not a goddamn thing!
Let's see your Tiger Crane... match my Eagle's Claw.
(whooshes)
(grunting)
(grunts)
(grunting)
(gruntslaughs)
(grunting continues)
(laughs)
(screams)
Like all Yankee women...
...all you can do is order in restaurants and spend a man's money.
Excruciating... isn't it?
Yes!
lf it was my wish...
...l could chop your arm off.
No, please don't!
(laughs)
lt's my arm now. l can do what l please.
lf you can stop me... l suggest you try.
(screams)
l can't.
Because you're helpless?
Yes.
Have you ever felt this before?
No.
Compared to me... you're as helpless as a worm fighting an eagle?
YES!!!
THAT'S THE BEGlNNlNG!
ls it your wish to possess this kind of power?
Yes!
Your training will begin... tomorrow.
(yells)
Since your arm now belongs to me...
...l want it strong.
Can you do that?
l can, but not that close.
Then you can't do it.
What if your enemy... is three inches in front of you...
...What do you do then...
...Curl into a ball...
...or do you put your FlST through him?
Now begin.
(grunts)
(groans)
lt's the wood that should fear your hand...
- not the other way around.
No wonder you can't do it... you acquiesce to defeat...
- before you even begin.
(scoffs)
(grunting)
(continues grunting)
(grunting)
(continues grunting)
(gasping)
(grunting)
(yelling)
(continues yelling)
(rainfall)
(chopsticks fall)
lf you want to eat like a dog...
You can live and sleep outside like a dog.
lf you want to live and sleep like a human...
...pick up those sticks.
(sighs)
(whoosh)
(grunts)
Come on, you bitch.
(grunts)
OK, Pai Mei.
Here l come.
(grunting)
(grunting faster)
(gasping)
(wheezing)
(grunts)
(gasping)
(wheezing)
(breathing softly)
(chimes)
May l have a glass of water, please?
(screeching)
- So that's a Texas funeral? - Yep.
l have to give it to ya, Budd.
That's a pretty fucked up way to die.
What's the name on the grave she's buried under?
Paula...
...Schultz.
Can l look at the sword?
That's my money right there in that red bag, isn't it?
lt sure is.
Well then, it's your sword now.
(blender whirring)
What's that you said?
So this is a Hattori Hanzo sword?
That's a Hanzo sword, all right.
Bill tells me you once had one of these of your own.
Yeah, once.
Yeah? How does this one compare to that?
lf you're gonna compare a Hanzo sword...
...you compare it to every other sword ever made -
wasn't made - by Hattori Hanzo.
(sniffsclears throat)
Here you go. Wrap your lips around that.
So...
...which "R" are you filled with?
What?
They say...
...the number one killer...
...of old people...
...is retirement.
People got a job to do, they tend to live a little bit longer so they can do it.
l've always figured that...
...warriors and their enemies...
...share the same relationship.
So now that you're not gonna have to face your enemy no more
on the battlefield...
...which "R" ya filled with?
Relief...
...or regret?
- A little bit of both. - Horseshit.
l'm sure you do feel a little bit of both.
But l know damn well that you feel one...
...more than you feel the other.
And the question was: Which one is it?
Regret.
You know, you gotta hand it to the ol' girl.
l never saw anybody buffalo Bill the way she buffaloed Bill.
Bill thought she was so damn smart.
And l tried to tell him...
...she was just smart for a blond.
Thanks a bunch.
(sniffsclears throat)
(chuckles)
All right.
(hissing)
(screaming)
(continues screaming)
Mmm.
l'm sorry, Budd.
That was rude of me, wasn't it?
Budd, l'd like to introduce my friend, the black mamba.
Black mamba, this is Budd.
You know, before l picked that little fella up,
l looked him up on the lnternet.
Fascinating creature, the black mamba.
Listen to this:
(groans)
"ln Africa, the saying goes,
"'ln the bush, an elephant can kill you, a leopard can kill you,
"'and a black mamba can kill you. But only with the mamba,
"and this has been true in Africa since the dawn of time, is death sure.'
Hence its handle, 'Death lncarnate."' Pretty cool, huh?
"lts neurotoxic venom is one of nature's most effective poisons,
"acting on the nervous system, causing paralysis.
"The venom of a black mamba can kill a human being in four hours
"if, say, bitten on the ankle or the thumb.
"However, a bite to the face or torso
can bring death from paralysis within 20 minutes."
Now, you should listen to this, 'cause this concerns you.
"The amount of venom that can be delivered from a single bite
can be gargantuan."
You know, l've always liked that word, "gargantuan."
l so rarely have an opportunity to use it in a sentence.
"lf not treated quickly with antivenom,
"ten to 15 milligrams can be fatal to human beings.
"However, the black mamba can deliver
as much as 100 to 400 milligrams of venom from a single bite."
Now...
...in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left,
let me answer that question you asked earlier more thoroughly.
Right at this moment...
...the biggest "R" l feel is regret.
Regret that maybe the greatest warrior l have ever met
met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin', scrub,
alkie, piece of shit like you.
That woman deserved better.
(moansstops moaning)
(cell phone rings)
Bill...
...l have some tragic news.
Your brother's dead.
l am so sorry, baby.
She put a black mamba in his camper.
l got her, sweetie. She's dead.
Let me put it this way:
You ever start feeling sentimental, go to Barstow, California.
When you get here, walk into a florist and buy a bunch of flowers.
Then you take those flowers to Huntington Cemetery
on Fuller and Guadalupe, look for the headstone marked "Paula Schultz,"
and lay them on the grave.
'Cause you will be standing at the final resting place of Beatrix Kiddo.
- Marty Kitrosser? - Here.
- Melanie Harrhouse? - Here.
- Beatrix Kiddo? - Here.
Look... l can be there in about four hours.
Do you want me to come over?
No, no, no, no. You need me, baby, l'm there.
OK. l'm leaving now.
You go smoke some pot or somethin', l'll be there soon.
(grunting)
(grunting continues)
Ugh.
Gross.
(yelling)
(grunts)
Hi-ya!
"To my brother, Budd. The only man l ever loved. Bill."
What's that?
Budd's Hanzo sword.
He said he pawned it.
Guess that makes him a liar now, don't it?
- Elle? - Bea.
Somethin' l've always been curious about.
Just between us girls...
...what did you say to Pai Mei to make him snatch out your eye?
(screams) Ow!
l called him a miserable old fool.
Ooh. Bad idea.
Know what l did?
l killed that miserable old fool.
(Elle) How do you like the fish head, you miserable old fool?
l poisoned his fish heads.
Elle, you treacherous dog.
(Elle laughs)
l - give - you - my - word...
(Elle) And l told him,
"To me, the word of an old fool like you
is worth less than nothing."
(laughs)
That's right.
l killed your master.
And now l'm gonna kill you, too.
With your own sword, no less.
Which, in the very immediate future, will become my sword.
Bitch...
...you don't have a future.
(yelling)
(screaming)
(screaming) Fucking bitch!
(screaming) l'll kill you! You're fuckin' dead!
(screaming) You bitch! You bitch!
(moaningscreaming)
l'll fucking kill you, you bitch!
(hisses)
(screaming) Oh, l'll get you!
l'm gonna...
(screaming) Where are you? Lemme fuckin' at you!
(continues screaming)
Where are you? l'm coming, you fucking bitch!
(screaming) You're fucking dead! You're dead!
(continues screaming)
(cries) Oh... shit!
(screaming)
(wind blowing)
(# choral music)
(# male singing in Spanish)
(the bride) Like most men who never knew their father,
Bill collected father figures.
The first was Esteban Vihaio.
Esteban was a pimp and a friend of Bill's mother.
He ran a brothel in Acuna, Mexico for over 50 years.
His army, the Acuna Boys,
made up of the fatherless offspring of his whores, ran Acuna.
He ran the Acuna Boys.
Now, at the age of 80, it would be this retired gentleman of leisure
who could point me in Bill's direction.
Seņor Esteban Vihaio?
Yes.
May l join you?
Only on the condition that you call me Esteban.
- May l join you, Esteban? - Please.
Americana?