What Happened in Amsterdam

EXT, LIFELESS FIELD, NIGHT

Jules and Vincent Vega stand under a dead tree in a wasted stretch of land not far from Amsterdam. A black attache case leans against the tree, mostly hidden in shadow.

Vincent: I don’t know about you, but I’m fucking sick of waiting.

Vic: Nah, Vince. I fucking love it. Let’s talk philosophy.

Vincent: Fuck you. 

Tosses cigarette. It lands on wasted ground. Which catches on fire.

Vincent: Jesus? Did you see that? That’s dirt. The fucking dirt caught on fire.

Vic: One step ahead you.

Walks up. Pisses fire out.

Vincent: Gotta watch that shit, bro. Can’t play with matches these parts.

Vic: Goddamn. What the fuck happened here?

Vincent: Chemical spill.

Vincent: Jesus. This is a nice country, especially around up the road a few miles. Man, I fucking love Amsterdam. They got restaurants, hash bars, big windows with naked ladies in 'em, lot of nice places. And that asshole wants to meet here?

Vic: Nah. That asshole want us here. I don’t think he’s coming.

Vincent: Then let’s go to him.

Vic: Read my mind, brother.

They simultaneously slide the racks on two identical chrome 45s. Leave the scene.

Hold on tree. Title fades in:

WAITING FOR GODOT II

This time, no more waiting.

Keep holding on tree.

Vic: (OS) Forgetting something?
Vincent: (OS) Oh, fuck me.


Vincent walks back, picks up black attache case. Walks out of frame.


Fade to black.