You find me sadistic
No, Kiddo.
I would like to believe that you are aware enough, even now,
to know that there is nothing sadistic in my actions.
At this moment…
this is me, at my most masochistic…
Bill, it's your baby …
I looked dead, didn't. But I wasn't. but it wasn't for lack of trying, I can tell you that.
Actually, Bill's last bullet put me in a coma.
A coma I was to lie in for 4 years.
When I woke up, I went on what the movie advertisements
refer to as a Roaring Rampage of Revenge…
I roared, and I rampaged, and I got bloody satisfaction.
I have killed a hell of a lot of people to get to this point.
But I have only one more, the last one.
The one I'm driving to right now.
The only one left, and when I arrive at my destination, I am gonna kill Bill.
Chapter 6: Massacre at Two Pines.
Now, the incident that happened at the Two Pines wedding chapel, that put this whole gory story into motion,
has since become legend.
'Massacre at Two Pines.'
That's what the newspapers called it. The local TV news called it:
'The El Paso, Texas, Wedding Chapel massacre'.
How it happened, who was there,
How many got killed, and who killed them
changes, depending on who is telling the story.
In actual fact, the massacre did not happen during the wedding at all,
It was a wedding rehearsal.
Now, when we come to the part where I say, 'you may kiss the bride'
You may kiss the bride.But don't stick your tongue in her mouth.
This might be funny to your friends, but it would be embarrassing to your parents.
We will try to restrain ourselves.
You already got a song ?
How about 'Love me tender', I could play that.
- Yes, sure. - Love Me Tender would be great.
Rufus, he's the man.
- Rufus, who was that you used to play for ? - For Rufus Thomas.
- Rufus Thomas. - I was a drill, I was a drifter, I was a coaster, I was part of a gang,
I was a barker, if it comes to Texas, I can play it with.
Rufus, he is the man.
- Haven't I forgotten anything ? - Oh yes, you forgot the seating arrangements. - Thank you, mother.
Now, the way we normally we do this. We have the bride's side, and the groom's side.
But since the bride ain't got nobody coming, and the groom's got far too many people coming,
Yeah, they're coming all the way from Oklahoma.
I don't see no problem with the groom's side sharing the bride's side.
- Do you, mother ? - I don't have a problem with that.
But, Honey, you know, it would be good if you had somebody coming.
You know, as a sign of good faith.
Well, I don't have anybody. Except for Tommy, and my friends.
- you have no family ? - Well, I am working on changing that.
Mrs..Harmony, we are all the family this little angel's ever gonna need.
I'm not feeling very well, and this bitch it starting to piss me off. So while you all got her on,
I'm gonna go outside and get some air.
Reverend, sorry, she's gonna go out and get some air. Given her delicate condition
She just needs a few minutes to get together and she'll be OK.
Hello Kiddo.
How did you find me ?
I am the man.
What are you doing here ?
What I an doing ? Well, a moment ago, I was playing my flute.
At this moment I am looking at the most beautiful bride these old eyes have ever seen.
Why are you here ?
For a last look.
- Are you gonna be nice ? - I have never been nice in my whole life.
But I'll do my best to be sweet.
I always told you. Your sweet side is your best side.
I guess that's why you are the only one who has ever seen it.
I see that you got a bun in the oven.
- I am knocked up. - Geez, Louise, that young man of yours sure does not believe in wasting time.
Have you seen Tommy ?
- The guy in the tux ? - Yes.
Yes, I saw him. I like his hair.
You promised you'd be nice.
No, I said I'd do my best, but that's hardly a promise.
What does your young man do for a living ?
He owns a used records store, here in El Paso.
- Music lover, eh ? - He's fond of music.
Aren't we all ?
And what are you doing for a J-O-B these days ?
I work in the record store.
Ah.. so, it all suddenly seems so clear.
Do you like it ?
Yeah, I like it a lot, smart ass.
I get to listen to music all day. Talk about music all day.
It's really cool.
It's gonna be a great environment for my little girl to grow up in.
As opposed to jetting around the world, killing human beings, and being paid vast sums of money.
- Precisely. - Well, my old friend…
to each his own.
However… all mockery aside, I am looking forward to meeting your young man.
I happen to more more or less particular who my girl marries.
- You want to come to the wedding ? - Only if I can seat on the bride's side.
- You'll find it a bit lonely on my side. - Your side always was a bit lonely.
But it would not sit anywhere else.
- You know, I had a loveliest dream about you. - Oh, here Tommy. Call me Arleen.
Your must be Tommy, Arleen has told me so much about you.
- Honey, you're OK ? - Oh, I'm fine.
Tommy, I'd like you to meet my father.
Oh my God, this is great.I'm so glad to meet you, sir.
- Or Dad. - The name is Bill.
It is great to meet you, Bill. Arleen told me you could not make it.
- Surprise. - That's my pap for you. Always full of surprises.
Well, in the surprise department, the apple does not fall far from the tree.
- When did you get in ? - Just now.
- Did you come straight from Australia ? - Of course.
Daddy, I told Tommy that you were in Perth, and that was noone could reach you.
Luckily for us all, that's not the case.
So, what's this all about ? I've heard of wedding rehearsals,
but I don't believe I ever heard of a wedding dress rehearsal before.
We thought, why pay so much money for a dress you only gonna wear once. Specially…
when Arleen looks so goddamn beautiful in it. So we're trying to get all the mileage we can out of it.
Isn't it supposed to be bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her wedding dress, before the ceremony ?
I guess, I just believe in living dangerously.
I know just what you mean.
Son, some of us have places to be, so if you'll…
Look, we have to go thru this one more time, so why don't you… Oh my God.
What am I thinking, you should give her away.
Tommy, that is not exactly Daddy's cup of tea.
He'd probably would be much more comfortable sitting with the rest of the guests.
- Really. - That's asking a lot.
OK, forget it. How about we go out to dinner tonight to celebrate ?
- Only on the condition that I pay for everything. - Deal.
- We have to do this now. - Can I watch ?
- Absolutely, have a seat. - Which is the bride's side ?
Right over here.
Mother, here we go.
- Bill, I just want… - You don't owe me a damn thing.
If he is the man you want, then, go stand by him.
Do I look pretty ?
Oh, yes.
Thank you.
Are you telling me she got away thru 88 bodyguards, before she got to O-Ren ?
No, there were not 88 of them, they just called 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 got a Hanzo sword ? - He made one for her.
Didn't he swear a blood oath never to 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 that's a ridiculous question ridiculous, before I ask it.
But you have not by any chance kept up with your sword play ?
I pawned that years ago.
You hocked a Hattori Hanzo sword.
- Yeah. - it was priceless.
Not in El Paso, it ain't.
In El Paso I got me 250 dollars for her.
I'm a bouncer in a kitty bar, Bill.
If she wants to fight with me, all she has to do is come down to the club,
and start some shit, and we'll be in 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 her, because she is coming.
And she is coming to kill you.
And unless you accept my assistance, I have no doubt that she will succeed.
I don't dodge guilt, and I don't Jew outta paying my comeupance.
Can 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. Wont' we ?
Chapter seven: The lonely grave of Paula Schultz.
Late again. Budd, can't you tell time ?
There ain't nobody in here, man.
- Is that Budd ? - Yeah.
- Tell him to get his fucky ass back here. - OK.
Budd, Larry'd like a word with you.
Take a hit, these are loaded, babe.
You're looking for me ?
I don't know what car wash you worked before you came here, that left you stroll 20 minutes late, but it wasn't owned by me, and I don't own a fucking carwash.
- You want me to leave ? - No.I want you to sit and wait. Larry, there ain't nobody out there.
What's your point ? That you're not needed, eh ?
My point is, I'm the bouncer, and there ain't nobody out there to bounce.
You say that the reason that you're not doing the job that I'm paying you to do,
it is that you don't have a job to do ?
- No. - Isn't that what you're saying
What are you trying to convince me of, that you are as useless as an asshole right here
Guess what, Buddy, I think you just fucking convinced me.
Let us go to the calendar, let us count the time for Buddy.
You're working tomorrow ?
No.You don't know what fucking days you work. No work until tomorrow, you work on Wednesday.
Working Thursday ? I don't think so.
Friday ? There is your name. There used to be your name.
Saturday ? There used to be your name.
Monday ? Here, how about that…
Fucking with your cash is the only thing you seem to understand. OK ?
I want you to go home until I call you. Until I call you.
Before you leave talk to Rocket, she's got a job for you to do.
That hat, that fucking hat.
How many time have I told you not to wear that fucking hat here ?
- all customers wear hats. - I'm not the boss of the customers I am the boss of you.
And I'm telling you that want you to keep that shit-kicker hat at home.
Budd, the toilet is at it again. There is shitty water all over the floor.
OK, Rocket.
I'll clean it up.
That general did get down some, didn't it ?
Nobody likes having a double dose of rock salt in the tits.
Not having tits, is fine.
I can't imagine how bad that shit must sting.
And I don't want to.
Let me.
Bill.
Wrong brother, you hateful bitch.
- Budd. - Bingo.
Then to what do I owe this dubious pleasure ?
I just caught me the Cowgirl, ain't never been caught.
- Did you kill her ? - Not yet I ain't.
I shot her full of rock-salt. She's so gentle right now, I could perform the coup de grace with a rock.
Guess what I'm holding in my hand right now.
- What ? - Brand, sparking new Hattori Hanzo sword.
And I'm here to tell you, 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 ?
- your get your bony ass down here first thing in the morning, with a million dollars in foldin cash.
And I'll give the greatest sword ever made by a man.
- How do you like the sound of that ? - It sounds like we got a deal.
- One condition. - What ?
She must suffer to her last breath.
That, darling, I can pretty much damn well guarantee.
Then I'll see you in the morning, millionaire.
Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.
I'm done.Get me out of this hole.
Look at those eyes, this bitch is furious. You grab her feet, I'll get her head.
What did I tell you ? Isn't she the cutest little blonde pussy you ever saw ? - I've 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 see this ?
Now, you'll go underneath the ground tonight. And that's all there is to it.
I want to bury you.
I was gonna bury you.
But if you're gonna act like a horse's ass
I'm gonna spray this whole goddamn can right in your eyeballs.
I'll burn them out of your fucking head.
Then you're gonna be blind.
Burning, and buried alive.
Now, what's it gonna be, sister ?
That's a wise decision.
This is for breaking my brother's heart.
Chapter eight: The Cruel Tutelage of Pai Mei.
Once upon a time, in China, I believe around the year 1003.
The head priest of the White Lotus Clan, Pai Mei, was walking down the road,
contemplating, whatever it is that a man with Pai Mei's infinite powers would contemplate,
which is another way of saying, who knows.
When a Shaolin monk appeared on the road, travelling in the opposite direction.
As the monk and the priest crossed path, 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 to 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 offered 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.
And so began the legend of the Pai Mei's 5 points palm exploding heart technique.
And what, pray tell, is the 5 points palm exploding heart technique ?
Quite simply, the deadliest blow in all of martial arts.
He hits you with his fingertips, at 5 different pressure points on your body.
And then, he walks away, but once you have taken 5 steps, your heart explodes inside the body.
And you fall to the ground, dead. - Did he teach you that ?
No, he teaches noone that technique.
Now, one of the things that I've always liked about you.
You are pure wise, beyond your years.
So allow me to impart a word to the wise. Whatever Pai Mei says,
obey. If you flash him even for an instant, a defiant eye, he'll pluck it out. And if you throw
any American sass his way, he'll snap your back and your neck like they were twigs.
And that will be the story of you.
- He will accept you as a student. - What happened to you ?
- Nothing. - Get in a fight ?
- A friendly contest. - Why did he accept me ?
Because he is a very, very old man, and like all rotten bastards, when they become old, they get lonely.
Which has no affect on their disposition, but it does teach them the value of company.
Just seeing those steps again, it makes me ache.
You're gonna have a lot of fun carrying buckets of water up and down.
- When will I see you again ? - That's the title of my favorite soul song of the 70s.
- What ? - Nothing.
When he tells me that you're done.
- When do you think that might be ? - That my dearest, depends entirely on you.
Now remember, no sarcasm, no back talk. At least not for the the first years.
You're gonna have to let him warm up to you. He hates Caucasians, despises Americans,
and has nothing but contempt for women.
So in your case, might take a little while. Adios.
Master…
Your mandarin is lousy. It causes my ears discomfort.
You bray like an ass. You do not have to speak, unless spoken to.
It is much to hope…You understand cantonese ?
I speak very well Japanese… I did not ask to you if you speak Japanese…
I asked to you if you understand cantonese
You are here for learning the mysteries of the Kung Fu, not linguistics.
If you can't understand me, I will communicate with you like I would with a dog.
When I yell, when I point, when I 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 ?
I am proficient in the Tiger-Crane style.
And I am more than proficient in the exquisite art of the samurai sword.
The exquisite art of the samurai sword. Don't make me laugh.
Your so called exquisite art, is only fit for Japanese fat heads.
Your anger amuses me. Do you believe you are my match ?
No.
Are you aware I kill at will ?
Yes.
It is your wish to die ?
No.
Then you must be stupid... so stupid.
Rise, and let me look at your ridiculous face.
Rise.
So, my pathetic friend… Is there is anything you can do well ?
What's the matter ?
Cat got your tongue ?
Oh yes, you speak Japanese.
I despise the Goddamn Japs !
Go to that rack.
Remove the sword.
Let's see how good you really are.
If…
… you land a single blow,
I'll bow down and call you Master.
From here you can get an excellent vision of my foot.
Your swordsmanship… is amateur, at best.
Your so-called kung fu is really… quite pathetic.
I asked you to demonstrate - what you know - and you did…
Not a goddamn thing.
Let us see if your Tiger Crane - matches my Eagle's Claw.
Like all Yankee women…
…all you can do is order in restaurants…
… and to spend a man's money. Excruciating, isn't it ?
Yes.
If it was my wish…
…I could chop your arm off.
It's my arm now. I can do what I please.
If you can stop me - I suggest you try.
I can't.
Because you are helpless ?
Yes.
Have you ever felt this before ?
No.
- Compared to me, you are as helpless as a worm facing an eagle. - Yes.
THAT'S THE BEGINNING
It is your wish to possess this kind of power ?
Yes.
Your training will begin tomorrow.
Since your arm now belongs to me…
… I want it strong.
Can you do that ?
- I can, but not so close. - Then you can't do it.
What if your enemy… is three inches in front of you…
What you do then…
… curl into a ball…
…or do you put your FIST through him ?
Now begin.
It'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.
If you want to eat like a dog…
You can live and sleep outside like a dog.
If you want to live and sleep like a human… … pick up those sticks.
Come on, bitch !
May I have a glass of water, please ?
Chapter Nine. ELLE and I.
- So that's called a Texas funeral ? - Yes.
I have to give it to you, Budd. That's a pretty fucked up way to die.
- What's the name of the grave she's buried under ? - Paula…Schultz.
Can I look at the sword ?
That's my money right there in that red bag, isn't it ?
It sure is.
Well then… it's your sword now.
What's that you said ?
So this is a Hattori Hanzo sword.
- It's a Hanzo sword all right. - Bill tells me you once had one of these on your own.
Yes, once.
Yes, how is this one compared with that ?
If you're gonna compare a Hanzo sword…
you compare it to every other sword ever made…
that wasn't made by Hattori Hanzo.
Here you go… wrap your lips around that.
So…
which "R" you filled with ?
What ?
They say the Number 1 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.
I always figured that…
warriers and their enemies share the same relationship.
So now that you're not gonna have to face your enemy no more in the battlefield…
Which "R" you filled with ?
Relief
or… Regret ?
A little bit of both.
Horse shit.
I'm sure you do feel a little bit of both.
But I know damn well that you feel one…
more than you feel the other.
My question was:
Which one is it ?
Regret.
You know, you gotta hand it to the old girl.
I never saw anybody Buffalo Bill the way she Buffaloed Bill.
Bill thought that she was damn smart. And I tried to tell him…
she was just smart for a broad.
Thanks a bunch.
Oh, I'm sorry Budd.
That was rude of me, wasn't it ?
Budd… I'd like to introduce my friend:The Black Mamba.
Black Mamba… this is Budd.
You know, before I picked up that little fellow…
I looked him up on the Internet… Fascinating creature this one.
Listen to this:
In Africa, the saying goes, in the bush…
an elephant can kill you, a leopard can kill you, and the Black Mamba can kill you…
but only with the Black Mamba, and this has been true in Africa since the dawn of time…
is death sure.
Hence its handle: "death incarnate" Pretty cool, huh ?
Its neurotoxin venom is one of nature's most effective poisons…
acting on the nervous system, causing paralysis.
The venom of the Black Mamba can kill a human being in 4 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, I always liked that word: Gargantuan.
Just really never had the opportunity to use it in a sentence.
If not treated quickly with antivenom…
10 to 15 milligrams can be fatal to human beings.
However, the Black Mamba can deliver as much as 100 to 400 mg 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" I feel is regret.
Regret… that maybe, the greatest warrier I have ever met…
met her end at the hands…
of a bushwackin, scrub, alacky piece of shit like you.
That woman deserved better.
Bill.
I have some tragic news.
Your brother is dead.
I'm so sorry, baby.
She put a Black Mamba in his camper.
I got her, sweety… she's dead.
Let me put it this way :
You ever start feeling sentimental…
go to Barstock, California… when you get here, walk into a florist and buy a bunch of flowers…
and take those flowers to Huntington cemetery on Fuller and Guadalupe…
look for the headstone marked Paula Schultz… and leave them on the grave.
Because you will be standing on the final resting place of Beatrix Kiddo.
- Marty Katroser. - Here.
- Melanie Harrhouse. - Here.
- Beatrix Kiddo. - Here.
Look… I can be there in about 4 hours. Do you want me to come over ?
No, no, no, you need me, baby, I am there.
Ok… I'm leaving now.
You go smoke some pot or something… I'll be there soon.
Gross !
To my brother Budd, the only man I ever loved. Bill.
What's that ?
Budd's Hanzo sword.
He said he pawned it.
Guess that makes him a liar now, don't you ?
- Elle ? - B ?
Something I've always been curious about.
Just between us girls…
what did you say to Pai Mei to make him snatch out your eye ?
I called him a miserable… old… fool.
Bad idea.
You know what I did ?
I killed that miserable old fool.
How did you like the fish head, old miserable old fool ? I poisoned it.
Elle, you treacherous dog…
I give you my word…
And I told him: To me, the word of an old fool like you…
is worth… less than nothing.
That's right. I killed your master.
And now I'm going to kill you too.
With your own sword, no less… which to a very immediate future…
will become… my sword.
Bitch… you don't have a future.
Get back !
I'm gonna kill you, damn
Where are you? Let me fight
Where are you ?
You're fucking dead !
Last chapter. Face to Face.
Like most men who never knew their father… Bill collected father figures.
The first was Esteban Vihaio.
Esteban was an pimp, and a friend of Bill's mother.
He run a brothel in Acuna, Mexico, for over 50 years.
His army, the Acuna boys…
made up of the fatherless offsprings of his whores, run 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.
- Señor Esteban Vihaio ? - Yes.
May I join you ?
Only on the condition that you're calling me Esteban.
May I join you, Esteban ?
Please…
- Americana ? - Yes.
I speak a little Spanish, if you prefer. No… I prefer English.
I haven't spoken it in a while.
But I'll relish the opportunity to converse with such a brilliant…
company as yourself.
It's my pleasure to be in the company of such a fine gentleman as yourself.
I must warn you, young lady…
I am susceptible to flattery.
How may I be of service to you ?
Where is Bill ?
You must be Beatrix.
I can see the attraction.
I remember, when Bill was only 5 years old. I took him to the movies.
In a movie starring Lana Turner.
"The Postman always rings twice"
And whenever she would appear on the screen,
Bill would begin compulsively to suck his thumb to an obscene amount.
And I knew on this very moment…
that this boy was a fool over blondes.
You know…
Being a fool for a woman such as yourself…
is always the right thing to do.
If we had met when I was back in business…
you would have been my number 1 lady.
Well, I'm flattered.
You'd well better be.
This… you do not drive any truck.
My Pussy Wagon died on me.
The Pussy died.
- Bill shot you in the head, no ? - Yes.
I would have been much nicer.
I would just have cut your face.
You must forgive me, please.
You have a drink with me.
Dos anijos.
...
Gracias.
What were we talking about ?
Bill.
- Where is Bill ? - Where is Bill.
Bill took a vehicle… on the road to Salinas.
I would draw you a map.
Bill is like a son to me.
- Do you know why I help you ? - No.
Because he would want me to.
Now, that I don't believe.
How, how he'd ever want to see you again.
Freeze, Mommy !
Bang, bang. She got us, baby, mother got us.
I'm dying, I'm dying.
Hold down, sweetheart, she shot us.
But little did Quick Draw Kiddo know that little B.B. was only playing possum…
due to the fact that she was impervious to bullets.
Impervious to bullets, Mommy.
Hey, get back down there, you're playing possum.
So, as the smirking killer advanced on what she thought…
was a bullet-ridden corpse…
that's when little B.B. fired.
You're dead, Mommy. So… die.
B.B.
I should have known.
You are… the best.
Oh, Mommy, don't die.
I was just playing.
I know.
I told her you were asleep…
but that one day you would wake up and come back to her.
And she asked me: "If Mommy has been asleep since I was born'…
then, how will she know what I look like ?"
To which I replied: "Because Mommy's been dreaming of you".
That's what I said.
Did you dream of me, I dreamed of you
Every single night, baby. Every single night.
I waited a long time for you to wake up, Mommy.
Look at you.
My, what a pretty little girl you are.
You are pretty too, Mommy.
Tell Mommy what you said when I showed you her picture.
Come on.
Come on… you know what you said.
Come on, tell Mommy. It will her feel good.
Yes, come on.
I said that you are the most beautifullest woman I ever saw in the whole wide world.
That's the truth, that's what she said.
Baby… don't you think Mommy has the prettiest hair…
in the whole wide world ?
- Yes, I do. - Matter of fact, it's better than pretty.
What's better than pretty ?
Gorgeous.
Very good. Gorgeous.
Mommy is gorgeous.
You know, sweety… Mommy's kind of mad at Daddy.
Why, Daddy ? Have you been a bad Daddy ?
I'm afraid I was. I was a real bad Daddy.
Our little girl learned about life and death the other day.
You want to tell Mommy what happened to Emilio ?
I killed him.
- Emilio was her goldfish. - Emilio was my goldfish.
She came running into my room, holding the fish in her hand…
crying… Daddy, Daddy, Emilio's dead.
And I said : Really, that is so sad.
How did he die ?
- And what did you say ? - I stepped on him.
Actually, young lady… the words you so strategically used were:
I accidentally stepped on him.
To which I queried: "Just how did your foot accidentally find its way…
into Emilio's fish bowl ?"
And she said: "No, no. Emilio was on the carpet when I stepped on him."
Umm, the plot thickens.
And just how did Emilio get on the carpet ?
And Mommy… you would have been so proud of her…
She did not lie.
She said she took Emilio out of his bowl…
and put him… on the carpet.
And what was Emilio doing on the carpet ?
He was flapping.
- and then you stepped on him. - Aha.
And when you lifted up your foot…
what was Emilio doing then ?
Nothing.
He'd stopped flapping, didn't he ?
She told me later…
the second she lifted up her foot…
and saw Emilio not flapping… she knew what she had done.
Is that not the perfect visual image of life and death ?
A fish flapping on the carpet… and a fish not flapping on the carpet.
So powerful…
Even a 4-years old, with no concept of life and death…
you would admit.
You loved Emilio, didn't you?
Well, I loved Mommy too…
but I did to Mommy what you did to Emilio. - You stepped on Mommy ?
Worse. I shot Mommy.
Not pretend shooting, like we were just doing…
I shot her for real.
Why, you wanted to see what would happen ?
No, I knew what would happen to Mommy if I shot her.
But I did not know, was when I shot Mommy, what would happen to me.
- What happened ? - I was very sad.
And that's when I learned that…
some things, once you do, they can never be undone.
What happened to Mommy ?
- Why don't you ask Mommy ? - You're OK, Mommy, does that hurt ?
No, sweety.
It doesn't hurt any more.
Did that make you sick ?
No… it made me sleep.
That's why I'ven't been with you, baby. I have been asleep.
But you're awake now Mummy, right ?
I'm wide awake, pretty girl.
B.B.
Would you like Mommy to watch that video with you before sleepy-time ?
Mommy, do you wanna watch a video with me before sleepy-time ?
Oh yes, I would love to.
- Which one do you want to watch ? - Shogun Assassins.
No, baby, Shogun Assassins is too long.
No, it's not.
Well then… I'll leave you ladies to it.
When I was little… my father was famous.
She was the greatest samurai in the empire…
- and he was the Shogun's decapitator. - She cut off the heads of 131 Lords.
My father would call home to mother and when he had seen her…
he would forget about the killings.
He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him.
Maybe that was the problem… one night the Shogun sent his…
I was just admiring your sword.
Quite a piece of work.
Thinking of which - How is Hanzo ?
He's good.
Has his Sushi got any better ?
- I couldn't believe you got him to make you a sword. - It was easy, I just dropped your name, Bill.
That did do it.
I suppose the idea is that we cross Hanzo swords. Am I right ?
Well, it just so happens this Hacienda has its own private beach.
And that private beach just so happens to look particularly beautiful bathed in moonlight.
And it just so happens to be a full moon out tonight. So, sword-fighter,
If you want a sword fight, that's what I suggest.
But if you want the old-school art, and you know I'm all about old-school,
then we can wait until dawn, and slice each other up at sunrise, like a couple real-life samurais…
Now, if you don't settle down, I'm gonna have to put one in your kneecap.
I hear tell that this is a very painful place to get a shot in.
I'm just fucking with you…
Now, when it comes to you, and us,
I have a few unanswered questions.
So, before this tale of bloody revenge reaches its climax, I'm gonna ask you some questions.
And I want you to tell me the truth. However, therein lies a dilemma.
Because when it comes to the subject of me, I believe you are truly and utterly uncapable…
of telling the truth. Especially to me. And, least of all, to yourself.
And when it comes to the subject of me, I am truly and utterly…
uncapable of believing anything you say.
- How do you suppose we solve this dilemma ? - Well, it just so happens, I have the solution.
Gotcha.
- What the fuck did you just shoot me with ? - My greatest invention, or at least my favorite.
Don't touch it or I'll stick another one right in your cheek.
What lies within that dart, just begging to course its way thru your veins,
is an incredibly potent, and quite infallible truth serum.
I call it, the Undisputed Truth. Twice as strong as Sodium Pentotal.
With no druggy after-effect. Except for a slight wave of euphoria.
- you feel It ? - Euphoria ? No.
Too bad. As you know, I'm quite keen on comic books.
Specially the ones about superheroes.
I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes, fascinating.
Take my favorite superhero, Superman.
Not a great comic book, not particularly well drawn.
But the mythology, it's not only great, it's unique.
- You long does this shit take to go on truth effect ? - About two minutes. Just long enough for me…
to finish my point. Now, a staple in the superhero mythology, is that there's…
the superhero, and there's the alter-ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne,
Spiderman is actually Peter Parker.
When that character wakes up in the morning, he is Peter Parker.
He has to put on a costume to become Spiderman.
And it is in that characteristic that Superman stands alone.
Superman did not become in Superman, Superman was born Superman…
being Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman.
His alter-ego, is Clark Kent, his outfit, with the big red S, that's the blanket…
he was wrapped in as a baby, when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes.
What Kent wears, the glasses, the business suit… that's the costume.
That's the costume Superman wears, to blend in with us.
Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And one of the characteristics of Clark Kent
He is weak, unsure of himself… he is a coward.
Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race.
- Like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plympton. - So, the point emerges.
You would have worn the costume of Arleen Plympton.
But you were born Beatrix Kiddo.
And every morning, when you woke up, you'd still be Beatrix Kiddo.
You can take the needle out.
- are you calling me a superhero ? - I am calling you a killer.
A natural born killer. You always have been, and you always will be.
When you were in El Paso, working in a used record store, going to the movies with Tommy,
clipping coupons. That's you. Trying to disguise yourself as a worker bee. Tha's you, trying to blend in with the hive.
But you are not a worker bee, you are a renegade killer bee.
And no matter how much beer you drank, or barbecue you ate,
or how fat your ass got, nothing in the world would ever change that.
First question.
Did you really think your life in El Paso was gonna work ?
No…
But I would have had B.B.
Don't get me wrong, I think you would have been a wonderful mother.
But you are an killer.
All those people you killed to get to me. Were damn god, weren't they ?
Yes…
Every single one of them ?
Yes.
That was the warmup.
Now comes the $ 64,000 question.
Why did you run away from me, with my baby ?
- You remember the last assignment you sent me on ? - Of course.
Lisa Wong.
The morning I left, I was sick.
On the plane I threw up.
So, I started thinking.
Maybe I was pregnant.
Easy to use, remove cap, and urinate on the absorbent end for 5 seconds.
Wait for the result in only 90 seconds, until the light appears in the window.
Fuck ! What I didn't know was that somewhere…
on my journey, I'd been spotted.
With me in L.A., it did not Lisa Wong long to send an assassin of her own.
- Hello, can I can help you ? - Hello I am Karen Kim, I am…
the hospitality manager of the hotel, I have a welcome gift from the management.
That's nice, can you just leave it by the door ?
- You are pretty good with that shotgun. - Not that I have to be…
at this range, but I'm a fucking surgeon with that shotgun.
- Guess what, bitch, I am better than any in L.A., and I've got you right in my sight.
- I can blow your fucking head off. - Not before I put one bullet right between your eyes.
So let's talk.
Karen… I just found out, right now, not a moment before you blew a hole thru the door…
- That I am pregnant. - What is this ?
- On the floor by the door is a strip that says I'm pregnant.
Bullshit.
Any other time, you'd be 100% right.
This time…
you are 100% wrong.
I am the deadliest woman in the world.
But right now, I'm just scared shitless for my baby.
Please, just look at the strip.
Please !
Stay where you are, and don't move.
- I don't know what this fucking shit means. - the box with the directions is right there.
Easy to use, remove the cap, and urinate on the absorbent end…
- Blue means pregnant. - I'll read it myself, thank you.
- OK, say I were to believe you, what then ? - just go home.
I'll do the same.
Congratulations.
Before that strip turned blue, I was a woman, I was your woman.
I was a killer, I killed for you.
Before that strip turned blue, I would have jumped a motorcycle onto a speeding train.
For you.
But once that strip turned blue…
I could no longer do any of those things. Not any more.
Because I was gonna be a mother.
Can you understand that ?
Yes. But why didn't you tell me then, instead of now ?
Once you knew, you'd claim her. And I didn't want that.
- Not your decision to make. - Yes, but it's the right decision,
and I made it for my daughter.
She deserved o be born with a clean slate.
But with you, she would had been born into a world, she shouldn't have.
I had to choose.
I chose her.
You know, 5 years ago, if I had to make a list of impossible things that could never happen,
you performing the coup de grace on me by busting a cap in my crown…
would have been right on the top of the list.
But I'd have been wrong, wouldn't I ?
Sorry, was that a question ?
Of the impossible things that could never happen, yes, in this instance you would have been wrong.
- Well… - When you never came back,
I naturally assumed Lisa Wong, or somebody else had killed you.
Oh, and for the record, letting somebody think somebody they love is dead when they're not - is quite cruel.
I mourned you for three months.
And in the third month of mourning you, I tracked you down.
I wasn't trying to track you down, I was trying to track down the fucking assholes I thought had killed you.
So I find you.
And what do I find ?
Not only are you not dead, you're getting married, to some fucking jerk.
And you're pregnant.
I overreacted.
You overreacted. Is that your explanation ?
I didn't say I was going to explain myself. I said I was going to tell you the truth.
But if that's too cryptic, let's get litteral.
I'm a killer, I'm a murdering bastard, you know that.
And there are consequences to breaking the heart of a murdering bastard.
You experienced some of them.
Was my reaction, really, that surprising ?
If, it was.
Could you do what you did ? Of course you could.
But I never thought you would, or could, do that to me.
I'm really sorry, Kiddo, but you thought wrong.
You and I have an unfinished business.
Baby, you ain't kidding.
Pai Mei taught you the 5-point palm exploding heart technique.
Of course he did.
Why didn't you tell me ?
I don't know.
Because I guess… I'm a bad person.
No, you're not a bad person.
You're a terrific person, you're my favorite person.
But every once in a while, you can be a real cunt.
How do I look ?
You look ready.
Next morning
Thank you, thank you…
The lioness has rejoined her cub and all is right in the jungle.