Original subtitles

[Bill] Do you y/nd me sadist/o?

U know, K/ddo,

/'d //ke to bel/eve

you're aware enough, even now,

to know that there's noth/ng sad/st/o

/n my aotione.

At this moment...

this is me

at my most masochistic.

Bill. . . it's your ba--

[qunshot]

He Bride] Looked dead, d/dn 't /?

Well, l wasn't.

But it wasn't from lack of tryinq, l can tell you that.

Actually, Bill's last bullet put me in a coma,

a coma I was to lie in for four years.

When I woke up, l went on

what the movie advertisements refer to as,

"A roaring rampage of revenge."

I roared and l rampaqed,

and l qot bloody satisfaction.

I 've killed a hell of a lot of people to get to this point,

but I have only one more.

The last one.

The one l 'm drivinq to riqht now.

The only one lert.

And when I arrive at my destination,

I am qonna kill Bill.

He Bride] Now, the /no/dent that haPPened

at the o Pinea Wedd/ng ChaPe/

thatPut th/e who/e gory etory /nto mot/on

has a/noe beoome /egend.

"Maseaore at o P/nes. '

That's what the newaPaPers oal/ed /t.

The /ooa/ newe oa//ed /t

"The E/ Paso, xaa, Wedd/ng ChaPe/ Massaore."

How /t haPPened, who was there,

how manygot k/I/ed and who k//led them

ohanges dePend/ng on who 's te/I/ng the atory.

In aotua/ faot,

the massaore didn 't haPPen dur/ng a wedd/ng at a//.

/t was a wedding rehearea/.

[reverend] Now, when we come to the part where l say,

"You may kiss the bride," you may kiss the bride,

but don't stick your tonque in her mouth.

[laughter]

This might be funny to your friends,

but it would be embarrassinq to your parents.

We'll try to restrain ourselves, reverend.

[Rufus] Y'all qot a sonq7

How 'bout Love Me nder? l can play that.

-He Bride] Sure. -Yeah.

[qroom] Love Me nder would be great.

Hufus, he's the man.

Rufus, who was that that you used to play for7

Hufus Thomas.

Rufus Thomas. Rufus Thomas.

[Rufus] I was a Drell. l was a Drirter.

I was a Coaster.

I was part of the Canq. l was a Bar-kay.

If they come throuqh Texas, I played with 'em.

Hufus, he's the man.

-Have l forqotten anything? -Um ...

Oh, yes. You forqot, uh, the seating arranqements.

-Thank you, mother. -Yes.

Now, the way we normally do this,

we have the bride's side,

and then we have the qroom 's side.

But since the bride ain't got nobody comin',

anö the groom's qot far too many people comin' ...

Well, yeah, they're comin' all the way from Oklahoma.

[reverend] Riqht. Well, l don't see no problem with ...

the groom's side sharinq the bride's side.

Do you, mother7

l öon't have a problem with that. But, uh...

[reverend's wife] Honey, you know, it would be

qood if you had somebody come.

You know, as a sign of qood faith?

Well, l don't have anybody,

except for Tommy and my friends.

You have no family7

Well, I'm workin' on chanqing that.

Mrs. Harmony, we're all the family

this little anqel's ever qonna need.

I 'm not feeling very well,

and this bitch is starting to piss me off.

So while y'all blather on,

I'm qonna go outside and qet some air.

Okay.

[The Bride] Um, uh, reverend, sorry, uh...

She's qonna qo out and get some air.

Yeah. Civen her delicate condition.

She just needs a few minutes to qet it together.

-She'll be okay. -[reverend] Hiqht.

[flute plays]

Hello, Kiddo.

How did you find me7

I'm the man.

What are you doin' here7

What am I doin'7

Well,

a moment aqo I was playing my flute.

At this moment...

l 'm lookin' at the most beautiful bride

these old eyes have ever seen.

Why are you here7

Last look.

Are you gonna be nice7

l 've never been nice my whole life.

But I'll do my best to be sweet.

Hmm.

I always told you,

your sweet side is your best side.

I quess that's why you're the only one who's ever seen it.

See you qot a bun in the oven.

Hmm.

I'm knocked up.

Jeez, Louise. That younq man of yours

sure doesn't believe in wastinq time, does he7

Have you seen Tommy7

-Biq quy in the tux7 -Yes.

Then I saw him.

I like his hair.

You promised you'd be nice.

No, I said l 'd do my best. That's hardly a promise.

But you're riqht.

What does your younq man do for a livinq7

He owns a used record store here in Fl Paso.

Ah. Music lover, eh7

He's fond of music.

Aren't we all7

And what are you doing for a j-o-b these days7

l work in the record store.

Ah, so...

lt all suddenly seems so clear.

Do you like it7

Yeah. l like it a lot, smartass.

I qet to listen to music all day,

talk about music all day. lt's really cool.

It's qonna be a qreat environment

for my little girl to grow up in.

As opposed to jettinq around the world, killinq human beinqs

and beinq paid vast sums of money7

Precisely.

Well, my old friend,

to each his own.

However, all cock blockery aside,

l am lookinq forward to meetinq your younq man.

I happen to be, more or less, particular whom my qal marries.

You want to come to the weddinq7

Only if l can sit on the bride's side.

You'll find it a bit lonely on my side.

Your side always was a bit lonely.

But l wouldn't sit anywhere else.

You know,

I had the loveliest dream about you--

Oh, here's Tommy! Call me Arlene.

-[Bill] You must be Tommy! -Uh-huh.

Arlene's told me so much about you.

-Honey, you okay? -Oh, l 'm fine.

Tommy, I'd like you to meet my father.

-Ha, ha. Hi. -Oh, my Cod!

Oh, my Cod, this is qreat!

I 'm so qlad to meet you, sir. . . uh, dad.

The name's Dill.

Well, it's qreat to meet you. . . Bill.

Arlene told me you couldn't make it.

-Surprise. -That's my pop for ya.

Always full of surprises.

Well, in the surprise department,

the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

-When did you qet in7 -Just now.

Did you come straiqht from Australia7

-Of course. -Daddy, I told Tommy

that you were in Perth mininq for silver,

and no one could reach you.

Lucky for us all, that's not the case.

So. . . what's this all about7

I've heard of weddinq rehearsals,

but l don't believe I've ever heard of

a weddinq dress rehearsal before.

We thouqht, "Why pay so much money for a dress

you're only qonna wear once7"

Especially when Arlene looks so qoddamn beautiful in it.

So l think we're gonna try

to qet all the mileage we can out of it.

Isn't it supposed to be bad luck for the qroom

to see the bride in her weddinq dress

before the ceremony7

Well, I quess I just believe in living danqerously.

I know just what you mean.

[reverend] Son, some of us have places to be.

[Hufus] Sure do.

Look, we qotta qo throuqh this one more time,

so why don't you have a s...

Oh, my Cod.

What am l thinkinq7 You should qive her away!

Tommy, that's not exactly daddy's cup of tea.

I think father would be much more comfortable

sitting with the rest of the quests.

Hmm. Really7

That's askinq a lot.

Oh. Okay. Well, forget it.

But how about we go out to dinner toniqht to celebrate7

Only on the condition that I pay for everythinq.

Deal. We qot to do this now.

Can I watch7

Absolutely. Have a seat.

Which is the bride's side7

Riqht over here.

[reverend] Mother, here we qo!

Now, son, about them vows...

Bill. . . I just want--

You don't owe me a damn thinq.

If he's the man you want,

then qo stand by him.

Do I look pretty7

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

[reverend] Oh, qood.

[reverend speaking indistinctly]

[reverend] What the hell7

[screaminq]

He Bride] No! Bill!

[machine-qun fire]

[doq barkinq]

[bell tollinq]

You tellin' me she cut her way throuqh 88 bodyquards

'fore she qot to O-Hen7

Nah, there wasn't really 88 of 'em.

They just call themselves "The Crazy 88."

-How come7 -I don't know.

I quess they thouqht it sounded cool.

Anyhow, they all fell under her Hanzo sword.

She qot a Hanzo sword7

He made one for her.

Didn't he swear a blood oath to never make another sword7

It would appear he has broken it.

Them Japs sure know how to hold a qrudqe, don't they?

[lauqhinq]

Or maybe you just tend to brinq that out in people.

I know this is a ridiculous question before l ask it,

but you haven't, by any chance, kept up with your. . . swordplay7

I, um ...

[belches] l pawned that years aqo.

You hocked a Hattori Hanzo sword7

Yep.

It was priceless.

[lauqhinq]

Well, not in El Paso, it ain't. [lauqhinq]

In El Paso, I qot me $250 for it.

I'm a bouncer in a titty bar, Dill. [sniffs]

If she wants to fight with me, all she's qotta do

is come down to the club and start some shit

and we'll be in a fight.

I know we haven't spoken in some time,

and the last time we spoke wasn't the most pleasant,

but you've qot to qet over beinq mad at me

and start becoming afraid of [bleep]

Because she is cominq, and she's coming to kill you.

And, unless you accept my assistance,

I have no doubt she will succeed.

I don't dodqe quilt,

and I don't Jew out of payinq my comeuppance.

Can't we just. . . forqet the past7

That woman deserves her revenge.

And we deserve to die.

[lauqhinq] But, then aqain,

so does she.

So I quess

we'll just see.

Won't we7

[woman sinqing in Spanish]

Late again.

Budd, can't you tell time7

There ain't nobody in here, man.

-[Larry] Is that Budd? -Yeah.

// h/m to get h/e yuok/ng ass baok here/

Okay.

Budd, Larry'd like a word with ya.

Take a hit. Be somebody, baby.

[Budd] You lookinq for me7

l don't know what car wash you worked before you came here

that let you stroll in 20 minutes late,

but it wasn't owned by me and l own a fuckinq car wash.

-Do you want me to leave7 -No, I don't want you to leave.

I want you to sit and wait.

Larry,

there ain't nobody out there, so...

"There's nobody out there, Larry."

What's your point? That you're not needed here7

My point is I'm a bouncer,

and there ain't nobody out there to bounce.

You sayinq that the reason

that you're not doinq the job

that l 'm payinq you to do

is that you don't have a job to do7

-No. . . -Is that what you're sayinq7

What are you tryinq to convince me of, exactly7

That you're as useless as an asshole riqht here?

Well, quess what, Buddy7

I think you just fuckinq convinced me.

Let's qo to the calendar. lt's calendar time.

Calendar time for Buddy.

-Okay. You workinq tomorrow7 -Yeah.

Mm. No, you're not.

You don't know what fuckinq day you work.

Here. You're not working tomorrow.

You're working Wednesday. Here you are. There you qo.

-Workin' Thursday7 -Yeah.

I don't think so. Friday7

-I don't-- There's your name. -[Buddy] If you say so.

There used to be your name. Okay7

Saturday. There used to be your name.

Oh.

Uh, Monday. . . Here, how about that7

Fuckinq with your cash is the only thinq

you kids seem to understand. Okay7

Now, l want you to qo home till l call you.

Till I call you.

Before you leave, talk to Hocket.

She's got a job for you to do.

And...

for the hat,

that fuckinq hat.

[Larry] That fuckinq hat.

How many times have l told you,

don't wear that fuckinq hat here7 How many7

Customers wear hats.

Well, l 'm not the boss of the customers.

I 'm the boss of you.

And I'm tellinq you that I want you

to keep that shit-kicker hat at home.

Yeah, Budd, honey, uh, the toilet is at it aqain.

There's shitty water all over the floor.

Okay, Rocket.

-I 'll clean it up. -Mm-hmm.

[Johnny Cash's "A Satisfied Mind" playinq]

♪ How many t/mes ♪

♪ Have you heard someone say ♪

♪ /yl had hjs money ♪

♪ / oou/d do th/nge my way ♪

♪ But //tt/e they know ♪

[coyote howls in distance]

♪ That /t,s so hard to y/nd ♪

♪ Dne r/oh man /n ten ♪

♪ W/th a aat/sy/ed m/nd ♪

♪ Dnoe / waa wjnn/ng ♪

♪ In fortune and yame ♪

♪ Everyth/ng That / dreamed yor ♪

♪ To get a start /n I/fe 'e game ♪

♪ Then sudden/y /t haPPened ♪

♪ / /oat every d/me, But I'm r/oher... ♪

[doqs barkinq]

[music stops abruptly]

[music continues]

♪ How many t/mes ♪

♪ Have you heard aomeone aay... ♪

[groans]

♪ That /s eo hard to y/nd ♪

♪ Dne r/oh man /n ten ♪

[lauqhs]

♪ W/th a aat/sy/ed m/nd ♪

♪ Dnoe / waa wjnn/ng ♪

[music stops]

Now,

that qentled you down some, didn't it7

Yep.

Ain't nobody a badass

with a double dose of rock salt dug deep in her tits.

[couqhs]

Not havin' tits...

is fine

or as biq as yours,

I can't even imaqine how bad that shit must stinq.

[couqhs]

And...

I don't want to, neither.

I win.

[couqhs]

[groans]

[groans]

[cellphone rinqinq]

Bill.

Wronq brother, ya hateful bitch.

-Budd. -B/ngo.

And to what do l owe this dubious pleasure7

[Budd] l just cauqht me the cowqirl ain't never been caught.

[Elle] D/dyou k/// her?

Well, not yet, l ain't.

I ahot her yu// oyrook ea/t.

Bhe 'e so gent/e r/ght now,

/ oou/dPerform a coup de qrace w/th a rook.

Anywho...

[Budd] Cuess what I'm holdin' in my hand riqht now7

What?

A brand-aPank/n'-new Hattor/ Hanzo aword.

And I'm here to tell ya, Flle,

that's what I call sharp.

How much7

Oh, that's hard to say, bein' that it's...

priceless an' all.

What's the terms7

u getyourbony aaa down here y/ret th/ng in the morning

with a million dollars in foldinq cash,

and I'll give you the greatest sword ever made by a man.

Now, how do you //ke the aound oythat?

Sounds like we qot a deal. One condition.

What?

She must suffer to her last breath.

[chucklinq] Well...

that, Elle darlin',

I can pretty much damn well quarantee.

Then l 'll see you in the mornin', millionaire.

All riqht.

[indistinct rustlinq]

[couqhs]

[footsteps]

Wakey-wakey. Egqs and bakey.

Aqh!

[man] l 'm done!

Cet me outta this hole!

[Budd] Cood.

[man] Whew.

Whoa, look at those eyes.

[man] This bitch is furious. [chuckles]

What did l tell ya7

Is she the cutest little blond pussy you ever saw7

Or, is she the cutest little blond pussy you ever saw7

I seen better.

You qot anythinq to say7

White women call this "The silent treatment."

And we let 'em think we don't like it.

You qrab the feet, I qet the head.

Hey. Hey. Hey!

Wigqle worm, you see this7

You see it, don't ya7

That's a can of mace.

Mm-hmm. No.

You're qoin' underneath the ground tonight.

And that's all there is to it.

I wanna bury ya.

I was qonna bury ya...

[chuckles] . . .with this.

But if you're qonna act like a horse's ass...

l 'm qonna spray this whole goddamn can

riqht in your eyeballs!

I'll burn 'em riqht outta your fuckinq head.

Then you're gonna be blind

and burnin' ...

and buried alive.

Now, what's it qonna be, sister?

That's a wise decision.

[breathing heavily]

This is for breakin' my brother's heart.

[whimpers]

[cryinq]

[pantinq]

[sobbinq]

[rumblinq]

[pantinq]

[rumblinq continues]

[pantinq quickens]

[rumblinq continues]

[panting continues]

[whimperinq]

[man qruntinq]

[creaking]

[thud]

[loud thud]

[loud thud]

[loud thud]

[qaspinq]

[thud]

[thud]

[screams]

-[sobs] -[distant thud]

[qruntinq]

[distant rumblinq]

[sobs]

[distant rumblinq]

[pants]

[qrunts]

[enraqed qrunting]

[enqine starts up]

[vehicle leaves]

[sobs]

Once upon a time,

in China,

some believe around the year

one, double auqht, three,

head priest of the White Lotus Clan, Pai Mei,

was walkinq down a road

contemplating whatever it is

that a man of Pai Mei's infinite powers

would contemplate.

Which is another way of sayinq, "Who knows7"

When a Shaolin monk appeared on the road,

travelinq in the opposite direction.

As the monk and the priest crossed paths,

Pai Mei,

in a practically unfathomable display of qenerosity,

qave the monk the sliqhtest of nods.

The nod

was not returned.

Now, was it the intention of the Shaolin monk

to insult Pai Mei7

Or did he just fail to see the generous social qesture7

The motives of the monk remain unknown.

What is known

were the consequences.

[flute playing]

The next morning,

Pai Mei appeared at the Shaolin temple

and demanded of the temple's head abbot

that he offer Pai Mei his neck to repay the insult.

The abbot, at first, tried to console Pai Mei,

only to find Pai Mei was...

inconsolable.

[flute playing]

So began...

the massacre of the Shaolin temple

and all sixty of the monks inside,

at the fists of the White Lotus.

And so beqan the leqend

of Pai Mei's five-point-palm exploding-heart technique.

And what, pray tell,

is the five-point-palm exploding-heart technique7

Ouite simply, the deadliest blow in all of martial arts.

He hits you with his finqertips

at five different pressure points on your body,

and then lets you walk away.

But once you've taken five steps,

your heart explodes inside your body

and you fall to the floor, dead.

-Did he teach you that7 -No.

He teaches no one

the five-point-palm explodinq-heart technique.

Now...

one of the thinqs l 've always liked about you, Kiddo...

is you appear wise beyond your years.

So, allow me to impart a word to the wise.

Whatever. . . 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 twiqs.

And that will be the story of you.

[flute playing]

He'll accept you as his student.

-What happened to you7 -Nothin'.

Get in a fiqht7

Friendly contest.

Why did he accept me7

Because he's a very, very, very old man.

And, like all rotten bastards,

when they become old, they get lonely.

Which has no effect on their dispositions,

but it does teach them the value of company.

[Bill] Whew. Oh.

Just seein' those steps again makes me ache.

You're qonna have a lot of fun carrying buckets of water

up and down that fucker.

When will I see you aqain7

That's the title of my favorite soul sonq of the T0s.

-What7 -Nothin'.

When he tells me you're done.

When do you think that miqht be?

That, my dearest, depends entirely on you.

Now remember, no sarcasm, no back talk.

At least not for the first year or so.

You're qonna have to let him warm up to you.

He hates Caucasians, despises Americans,

and has nothinq but contempt for women.

So in your case, it might take a little while.

Ad/óa.

[enqine starts]

[in Mandarin]

- [in English]A little.

Yes, he is.

I am proficient in tiqer-crane style,

and l am more than proficient

in the exquisite art of the samurai sword.

[scoffs]

[lauqhs]

[lauqhs]

[lauqhs]

[lauqhs]

[lauqhs]

[lauqhs]

Arqh!

Arqh!

[in Enqlish] No, please don't!

[lauqhs]

Aaarqh!

Yes!

[yells]

[qrunts]

[qrunts]

[qrunts]

[qrunts]

[groans]

[scoffs]

[qruntinq]

[qaspinq]

[thunder]

[chopsticks clatter]

[in Mandarin]

Come on, you bitch.

[qrunts]

Okay, Pai Mei.

Here I come.

[qrunts]

[qaspinq]

[wheezinq]

[qaspinq]

[wheezinq]

May I have a qlass of water, please?

[bird shrieks]

[Ouincy Jones' "Ironside" playinq]

So that's a Texas funeral7

Yep.

I have to qive it to ya, Budd.

That's a pretty fucked-up way to die.

What's the name on the qrave she's buried under7

Paula...

Schultz.

Can l look at the sword7

That's my money riqht there in that red bag, isn't it7

It sure is.

Well, then, it's your sword now.

[blender buzzinq]

What's that you said7

So this is a Hattori Hanzo sword.

That's a Hanzo sword, all riqht.

Bill tells me you once had one of these of your own.

Yeah, once.

Yeah? How does this one compare to that?

If you're qonna compare a Hanzo sword,

you compare it to every other sword ever made--

Wasn't made-- by Hattori Hanzo.

Here you qo. Wrap your lips around that.

So...

which " R" are you filled with7

What?

They say

the number one killer of old people

is retirement.

People qot a job to do,

they tend to live a little bit longer so they can do it.

I've always fiqured 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 with7

Relief7

Or reqret7

A little bit of both.

Horseshit.

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.

And the question was, which one is it?

Reqret.

You know, you qotta hand it to the old qirl.

I never saw anybody Buffalo Bill the way she Buffaloed Bill.

Bill thouqht she was so damn smart.

And I tried to tell him

she was just smart for a blonde.

Thanks a bunch.

[chuckles]

[hissinq]

Argh! Arqh!

[qroaning]

Mmm.

I'm sorry, Budd.

That was rude of me, wasn't it7

Budd, I'd like to introduce my friend, the black mamba.

Black mamba, this is Budd.

You know, before I picked that little fella up,

I looked him up on the Internet.

Fascinatinq creature, the black mamba.

Listen to this.

[qroaning]

"In Africa, the saying qoes

'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 incarnate.' "

Pretty cool, huh7

" lts neurotoxic venom is one of nature's most effective poisons,

actinq on the nervous system, causing paralysis.

The venom of a black mamba can kill a human beinq in four hours

if, say, bitten on the ankle or the thumb.

However, a bite to the face or torso

can brinq 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 sinqle bite

can be qarqantuan."

You know, I've always liked that word "qarqantuan."

I so rarely have an opportunity to use it in a sentence.

" If not treated quickly with antivenom,

ten to 1 5 milliqrams can be fatal to human beinqs.

However, the black mamba can deliver

as much as 1 00 to 400 milligrams of venom

from a sinqle bite."

Now...

in these last aqonizing minutes of life you have left,

let me answer that question

you asked earlier more thoroughly.

[moaning]

Riqht at this moment,

the bigqest "H" I feel is reqret.

Heqret that maybe

the qreatest warrior l have ever met

met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin', scrub,

elky piece of shit like you.

That woman deserved better.

[moaninq stops]

[cellphone rinqs]

Bill.

I have some traqic news.

Your brother's dead.

I am so sorry, baby.

She put a black mamba in his camper.

I got her, sweetie. She's dead.

Let me put it this way,

you ever start feeling sentimental,

qo to Barstow, California.

When you get here, walk into a florist

and buy a bunch of flowers.

Then you take those flowers to Huntinqton Cemetery

on Fuller and Cuadalupe,

look for the headstone marked "Paula Schultz,"

and lay them on the qrave.

'Cause you will be standinq at the final restinq place

of Beatrix Kiddo.

-Marty Kitrosser7 -Here.

-Melanie Harrhouse7 -Here.

-Beatrix Kiddo7 -Here.

Look. . . I can be there in about four hours.

Do you want me to come over7

No, no, no, no. You need me, baby, I'm there.

Okay. I'm leavinq now.

You qo smoke some pot or somethin'. I'll be there soon.

[both qrunting]

Ugh.

Gross.

Yaaqh!

Aqh!

Hi-ya!

"To my brother, Budd. The only man I ever loved.

Bill."

What's that7

Budd's Hanzo sword.

He said he pawned it.

Guess that makes him a liar now, don't it7

Elle7

Bea.

Somethin' l 've always been curious about.

Just between us qirls,

what did you say to Pai Mei to make him snatch out your eye7

Argh! Ow! Ow!

I called him a miserable old fool.

Ooh.

Bad idea.

[Elle] Know what I did7

I killed that miserable old fool.

[Elle] How do you like the fish head, you miserable old fool7

IPo/soned h/a y/sh heads.

[Elle lauqhs]

And I to/d him

"To me, the word of an old fool like you

is worth less than nothinq."

[lauqhs]

That's riqht.

I killed your master.

And now l 'm qonna 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.

[screams]

[screams]

You bitch!

It hurts! You bitch!

I'll kill you! Cive it back!

You-- You bitch!

[moaninq continues]

[Elle] l 'm qoing to kill you, you bitch!

[hisses]

[Elle] Oh, l 'll get you!

I'm gonna...

Where are you7 Lemme at you!

[Elle] Where are you7 I'm cominq, you fuckinq bitch!

You're fuckinq dead! You're fuckinq dead!

Shit!

["Tu Mira" by Lole y Manuel]

[Beatrix] L/ke most men who never knew the/r yathe

B//I oo//eoted yather y/gures.

The y/rst was Esteban Va/lejo.

Esteban was a P/mP and a fr/end ofB///'a mother.

He ran a brothel /n Aouna, Mex/oo, yor over 50years.

H/a army, the Aouna boys,

made uP oy the yather/ess offsPr/ng oyh/s whoree,

ran Aouna.

He ran the Aouna boys.

Now, at the age oy80,

it wou/d be th/a ret/red gent/eman of/e/aure

who oou/dPo/nt me in B//I's d/reot/on.

[Beatrix] Sehor Esteban Vallejo7

-Yes. -May I join you?

Only on the condition that you call me Esteban.

May I join you, Esteban7

Please.

¿Amer/oana?

Yes.

I speak a little Spanish, if you prefer.

No, no, no, no. I prefer Enqlish.

I haven't spoken it in a while,

but l would relish the opportunity to converse

with such a pretty companion as yourself.

It's my pleasure to be in the company

of such a fine qentleman as yourself.

I must warn you, younq lady,

I am susceptible to flattery.

How may I be of service to you7

Where's Bill7

Ahh.

You must be Beatrix.

I can see the attraction.

I remember when Bill was only five years old,

l took him to the movies.

It was a movie starrinq Lana Turner.

The Poatman A/ways R/ng /oe, with John Cartields.

And whenever she would appear on the screen,

Bill would beqin compulsively to suck his thumb

to an obscene amount.

And l knew from this very moment

this boy was a fool for blondes.

Mmm.

You know,

beinq a fool for a woman such as yourself

is always the riqht thing to do.

If we had met when I was back in business,

you would have been my number one lady.

Well, l 'm flattered.

You qoddamn well better be.

This. . . I heard you were driving a truck.

My Pussy Waqon died on me.

The pussy died. Hmm.

Bill shot you in the head, no7

-Yes. -Hmm.

I would have been much nicer.

I would have just cut your face.

You must forqive me.

Please, you have a drink with me.

Clara!

[Clara] Cominq.

Doe añejo.

[mumbles]

Graoias.

What were we talkinq about7

Bill.

Where's Bill7

Where's Bill7 Yeah. Hmm.

Bill is at the Villa Ouatro, on the road to Salina.

I will draw you a map.

Bill is like a son to me.

Do you know why l help you7

No.

Because he would want me to.

Now, that I don't believe.

Ahh.

How else is he ever qoinq to see you aqain?

Freeze, Mommy.

Banq, banq! Oh!

Oh! She qot us, B.B. Mommy qot us.

Oh, l 'm dyinq.

[qroans] I'm dying.

Fall down, sweetheart. Mommy shot us.

[Bill] But little did Ouickdraw Kiddo know

that little B.B. was only playinq possum,

due to the fact that she was impervious to bullets.

I am pervious to bullets, Mommy.

Hey, qet back down there. You're playinq possum.

So, as the smirking killer advanced on what she thouqht

was a bullet-ridden corpse, that's when little B.B. fired.

Banq, banq!

You're dead, Mommy. So die.

Oh!

B.B.

Oh, B.B.

[qrunts]

I should've known.

You are the best.

Oh, Mommy. Don't die.

I was just playinq.

I know.

[Bill] I told her that you were asleep,

but that one day you'd wake up and come back to her.

And she asked me, "If Mommy's been asleep since l was born,

then how will she know what l look like7"

To which l replied, "Because Mommy's been dreaming of you."

[Bill] That's what I said.

Did you dream of me? I dreamed of you.

Every sinqle niqht, baby. Every sinqle night.

I waited a lonq time for you to wake up, Mommy.

Now, let me look at you.

Oh.

My, my, my, what a pretty little girl you are.

You're pretty too, Mommy.

Tell mommy what you said when l showed you her picture.

Mm-mm.

-Come on, shy qirl. -Mm-mm.

Come on. You know what you said.

Come on. Tell Mommy. It'll make her feel qood.

-Come on. -Mm-mm.

Yeah. Come on.

I said . . . I said

"You're the most beautifulest woman

I ever saw in the whole wide world."

That's the truth. That's what she said.

B.B., don't you think Mommy has the prettiest hair

in the whole wide world7

Yes, I do.

Matter of fact, it's better than pretty.

What's better than pretty7

Mmm . . . qorqeous.

Very good. Corgeous.

Mommy is qorqeous.

Hmm. You know, sweetie,

mommy's kinda mad at daddy.

Why, daddy7 Were you beinq a bad daddy7

I'm afraid I was. l was a real bad daddy.

Our little qirl learned about life and death the other day.

Wanna tell mommy about what happened to Emilio7

l killed him.

Emilio was her qoldfish.

Emilio was my qoldfiss.

She came running into my room,

holdinq the fish in her hand and cryinq,

"Daddy! Daddy! Emilio's dead."

And l said, "Really7 That's so sad."

"How did he die?"

And what did you say7

I stepped on him.

Actually, younq lady,

the words you so strateqically used were

" l accidentally stepped on him."

To which l queried,

"And just how did your foot accidentally

find its way into Emilio's fishbowl?"

And she said, "No, no, no.

Emilio was on the carpet when l stepped on him."

Mmm. The plot thickens.

"And just how did Emilio qet on the carpet7"

And, mommy, you would've been so proud of her.

She didn't lie.

She said she took Emilio out of his bowl

and put him on the carpet.

And what was Emilio doing on the carpet7

Flappinq.

And then you stomped on him.

Uh-huh.

And when you lifted up your foot,

what was Emilio doing then?

Nothing.

He stopped flappinq, didn't he7

She told me later

that the second she lirted up her foot

and saw Emilio not flappinq, she knew what she had done.

Is that not the pertect visual image of life and death7

A fish flappinq on the carpet,

and a fish not flapping on the carpet.

So powertul, even a four-year-old

with no concept of life or death knew what it meant.

You loved Emilio, didn't you7

Uh-huh.

Well, l love mommy, too.

But I did to mommy what you did to Emilio.

-You stomped on mommy7 -Worse.

I shot mommy.

Not pretend shootinq like we were just doinq.

I shot her for real.

Why7 Did you want to see what would happen7

No, l knew what would happen to mommy if l shot her.

What I didn't know was,

when l shot mommy, what would happen to me.

What happened7

l was very sad.

And that's when l learned

some thinqs, once you do, they can never be undone.

What happened to mommy7

Why don't you ask mommy7

You okay, mommy? Does it hurt7

No, sweetie.

Doesn't hurt anymore.

Did it make you sick7

No. It made me sleep.

That's why I haven't been with you, B.B. I've been asleep.

But you're awake now, mommy. Hiqht?

I'm wide awake, pretty qirl.

B.B., would you like mommy

to watch a video with you before sleepy time7

Uh-huh. Mommy, do you wanna watch a video with me

before sleepy time7

Oh, yeah! I would love to.

-Which one do you wanna watch7 -Shogun Aseassin.

No, B.B. Bhogun Assaaa/n is too lonq.

Mm-mm.

No, it's not.

Well, then,

I'll leave you ladies to it.

[BOY on TV] When / was //tt/e, my father was famous.

He was the greatest samura/ in the emP/re.

And he wae the shogun 's deoaP/tator.

He out off the heade oy t3y /ords.

My yather wou/d oome home to mother

and when he wou/d see her

he wou/d yorget about the k//I/nge.

He wasn 't eoared of the shogun,

but the shogun was soared oyh/m.

Maybe that waa the Prob/em.

Dne n/ght, the ehogun aent...

♪ My man ,s ♪

♪ Got a heart ♪

♪ Ljke the rook ♪

♪ That,s /n the sea ♪

♪ My man ,s ♪

♪ Got a heart ♪

♪ Ljke the rook ♪

♪ That,s /n the sea ♪

♪ We/I, no one to/d me About her ♪

♪ The way ahe //ed ♪

♪ We//, no one to/d me ♪

♪ About her ♪

♪ How manyPeoP/e or/ed ♪

♪ My man ,s ♪

♪ Got a heart ♪

♪ Ljke the rook ♪

♪ That,s /n the sea ♪

♪ My man ,s ♪

♪ Got a heart ♪

♪ Ljke the rook ♪

♪ That,s /n the sea ♪

♪ We//, no one to/d me ♪

♪ About her ♪

♪ The way ahe //ed ♪

♪ We//, no one to/d me ♪

♪ About her ♪

♪ How manyPeoP/e or/ed ♪

♪ Dut /t,a too /ate ♪

♪ To sayyou,re aorry ♪

♪ How wou/d / know? ♪

♪ Why ehou/d / oare? ♪

♪ P/ease dont bother Try/ng to y/nd her ♪

♪ Bhe ,s not there ♪

[Dill] l was just admirinq your sword.

Ouite a piece of work.

Speakinq of which, how is Hanzo-san7

He's qood.

Has his sushi qotten any better?

You know, l couldn't believe it.

You qot him to make you a sword.

It was easy.

I just dropped your name, Bill.

Ha. That'd do it.

♪ We//, no one to/d me ♪

♪ About her ♪

♪ We//, no one to/d me ♪

♪ About her ♪

I suppose the idea is we cross Hanzo swords.

Am l riqht7

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 there just so happens to be a full moon out toniqht.

So, sword fiqhter,

if you want a sword fiqht, that's where I suqqest.

But if you wanna be old school about it,

and you know I'm all about old school,

then we could wait until dawn

and slice each other up at sunrise

like a couple of real-life, honest...

Now, if you don't settle down,

l 'm qonna have to put one in your kneecap.

And I hear tell that's a very painful place to get shot in.

[lauqhs]

I'm just fuckin' with you.

Now, when it comes to you...

and us...

I have a few unanswered questions.

So, before this tale of bloody revenqe

reaches its climax,

l 'm qonna 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

incapable of tellinq 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

incapable of believinq anythinq you say.

[Beatrix] How do you suppose we solve this dilemma7

Well, it just so happens,

l have a solution.

-[Beatrix] Aqh! -Gotcha!

[gruntinq] Cod!

[Bill laughs]

What the fuck did you just shoot me with7

My qreatest invention. Or at least my favorite.

Don't touch it,

or I'll stick another one riqht in your cheek.

What lies within that dart,

just beqqinq to course its way throuqh your veins

is an incredibly potent

and quite infallible truth serum.

I call it "The undisputed truth."

Twice as stronq as sodium pentothal,

with no drugqy aftereffects.

Except for a sliqht wave of euphoria. You feel it7

-Fuphoria7 -[Bill] Yeah.

-No. -Too bad.

As you know,

l 'm quite keen on comic books.

Especially the ones about superheroes.

I find the whole mythology

surroundinq superheroes fascinating.

Take my favorite superhero, Superman.

Not a qreat comic book. Not particularly well drawn.

Mmm.

But the mytholoqy...

the mythology is not only qreat, it's unique.

How lonq does this shit take to go into effect7

About two minutes.

Just lonq enouqh for me to finish my point.

Now, a staple of the superhero mytholoqy is,

there's the superhero and there's the alter eqo.

Batman is actually Bruce Wayne,

Spider-man is actually Peter Parker.

When that character wakes up in the morninq,

he's Peter Parker.

He has to put on a costume to become Spider-man.

And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone.

Superman didn't become Superman.

Superman was born Superman.

When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman.

His alter ego is Clark Kent.

His outfit with the biq 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 qlasses, 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 what are the characteristics of Clark Kent7

He's weak,

he's unsure of himself,

he's a coward.

Clark Kent is Superman's critique

on the whole human race.

Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plympton.

Ah, so.

The point emerqes.

You would've worn the costume of Arlene Plympton.

But you were born Beatrix Kiddo.

And every morning when you woke up,

you'd still be Beatrix Kiddo.

Oh, you can take the needle out.

Are you callinq me a superhero7

I'm callinq you a killer.

A natural-born killer.

You always have been, and you always will be.

Movinq to El Paso,

working in a used-record store,

qoin' to the movies with Tommy, clippinq coupons.

That's you

tryinq to disguise yourself as a worker bee.

That's you tryin' to blend in with the hive.

But you're not a worker bee.

You're a reneqade killer bee.

And no matter how much beer you drank or barbecue you ate

or how fat your ass got,

nothinq in the world would ever chanqe that.

First question:

Did you really think your life in El Paso was qonna work7

No!

But I would've had B.B.!

Don't get me wronq.

I think you would have been a wondertul mother.

Dut you are a killer.

All those people you killed to get to me

felt damn qood, didn't they7

Yes.

Every sinqle one of them7

Yes.

That was the warmup round.

Now comes the $64,000 question.

Why did you run away from me with my baby7

Do you remember the last assiqnment you sent me on7

Of course.

Lisa Wonq.

The morning l left, I was sick.

On the plane, I threw up.

So l started thinkinq

maybe I was preqnant.

"Easy to use. Remove cap and urinate

on the absorbent end for five seconds."

"Accurate results in only 90 seconds.

You can read the results

as soon as the line appears in the window."

[sighs]

[clock tickinq]

Fuck.

[Beatrix] What I d/dn t know

was that somewhere on myjourney

I had been aPotted.

W/th me /n L.A., /t d/dn 't take L/sa Wong /ong

to send an aasaas/n ofher own.

[doorbell]

[Beatrix] Hello, can l help you7

Hello, l 'm Karen Kim.

I 'm the hospitality manaqer of the hotel.

I have a welcome qift from the management.

Oh, that's nice. Um ...

Can you just leave it by the door7

You pretty good with that shotqun7

Not that I have to be at this ranqe,

but I'm a fuckinq surqeon with this shotqun.

Well, quess what, bitch7 I'm better than Annie Oakley,

and l qot you riqht in my siqht.

I could blow your fuckinq head off.

Not before I put one riqht between your eyes,

so let's talk.

Karen ...

I just found out

riqht now,

not a moment before you blew a hole throuqh the door,

that l 'm preqnant.

What is this7

On the floor by the door

is a strip that says I'm preqnant.

Bullshit.

Any other time you'd be 1 00o/o riqht.

But this time,

you're 1 00o/o wronq.

I'm the deadliest woman in the world.

But riqht 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 fuckin' shit means.

The box with the directions is riqht there.

"Easy to use.

Remove the cap and urinate on the absorbent end."

Blue means preqnant.

I 'll read it myself, thank you.

Oh, okay. Say l were to believe you. What then?

Just qo home.

I'll do the same.

[door opens]

Congratulations.

Before that strip turned blue,

l was a woman. I was your woman.

I was a killer who killed for you.

Before that strip turned blue,

I would've jumped a motorcycle onto a speedinq train.

For you.

But once that strip turned blue,

I could no longer do any of those thinqs.

Not anymore.

Because I was qonna be a mother.

Can you understand that7

Yes.

But why didn't you tell me then, instead of now7

Once you knew, you'd claim her.

And I didn't want that.

Not your decision to make.

Yes.

But it's the riqht decision, and I made it for my dauqhter.

She deserved to be born with a clean slate.

But with you she would've been born

into a world she shouldn't have.

I had to choose.

I chose her.

You know, five years ago,

if I had to make a list of impossible thinqs

that could never happen,

you pertorming a oouP de graoe on me

by bustin' a cap in my crown ...

would've been riqht at the top of the list.

I'd have been wronq, wouldn't I7

I'm sorry.

Was that a question?

Of impossible things that could never happen,

yes, in this instance, you would 've been wrong.

Well7

When you never came back,

l naturally assumed Lisa Wong,

or somebody else, had killed you.

Oh! And for the record,

lettinq 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 mourninq you

l tracked you down.

I wasn't tryin' to track you down.

I was tryin' to track down the fuckinq assholes

l thouqht killed you.

So l find you.

And what do I find7

Not only are you not dead,

you're qetting married to some fuckinq jerk.

And you're preqnant.

I overreacted.

You overreacted7 Is that your explanation7

I didn't say I was qonna explain myself.

I said I was qonna tell you the truth.

But if that's too cryptic, let's get literal.

I 'm a killer.

I'm a murderinq bastard. You know that.

And there are consequences

to breakinq the heart of a murderinq bastard.

You experienced some of them.

Was my reaction really that surprisinq7

Yes. lt was.

Could you do what you did7

Of course you could.

But I never thouqht you would, or could,

do that to me.

I 'm really sorry, Kiddo,

but you thouqht wrong.

You and I have unfinished business.

Baby, you ain't kiddin'.

[ Qasps ]

[groans]

Aah.

Ha. Pai Mei tauqht you

the five-point-palm exploding-heart technique7

'Course he did.

Why didn't you tell me7

l don't know.

Because I'm ...

a bad person.

[Bill] 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 look7

You look ready.

Wel/, we//, we//. /y/t a/n't the l/tt/e ftower.

[narrator] Good even/ng, Mr. and Mrs. Amer/oa

and al/ the eh/Pa at sea. Leta go to Press. F/ash.

Do you have a magP/e /n yourhome?

/yyou do, you are moat fortunate.

The magP/e /a the moet oharm/ng b/rd /n al/ the wor/d.

He is the best fr/end a farmer everhad.

Eat h/m gent/y eat h/m k/nd/y

And a/ways remembe

the magP/e deaervee your resPeot.

[sobbinq]

[lauqhinq]

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

V] Now, /'l/ te//you what /'m gonna do.

/ ain 'tgot no headaohe.

Dh, yes, you have, brother.

[Chinqon's "Malaquena Salerosa" playinq]

Yaaaqh!

[Bhivaree 's "Goodn/ght Moon " P/ay/ng]

♪ There,s a na// /n the door ♪

♪ And theres g/aes Dn the /awn ♪

♪ oks on the y/oo And the /a on ♪

♪ And / alwaya a/eeP W/th myguns ♪

♪ When you,re gone ♪

♪ There ,s a b/ade by the bed ♪

♪ And a Phone /n my hand ♪

♪ A dog on the y/oor ♪

♪ And some oaah Dn the n/ghtetand ♪

♪ When Im al/ a/one, The dreaming stoPs ♪

♪ And Ijuat oant stand ♪

♪ What shou/d I do? ♪

♪ Imjust a I/tt/e baby ♪

♪ What /f the //ghte go out And maybe? ♪

♪ And then the w/nd Juet starte to moan ♪

♪ Dutside the door He yo//owed me home ♪

♪ Now, goodnight moon, I want the sun ♪

♪ If/t,s not here eoon ♪

♪ / m/ght be done ♪

♪ No, /t won ,t be too aoon T/// I aay ♪

♪ Goodn/ght moon ♪

♪ We/I, you,re uP eo h/gh, How oan you save me? ♪

♪ When the dark oomea here Ton/ght ♪

♪ To take me uP to My yront wa/k and /nto bed ♪

♪ Where jt k/saes my faoe ♪

♪ And eate my head ♪

♪ What ehou/d / do? /'mjuat a //tt/e baby ♪

♪ What /f the //ghte go out And maybe? ♪

♪ And then the w/nd Juet starte to moan ♪

♪ Dutside the door He yo//owed me home ♪

♪ Now, goodnight moon, I want the sun ♪

♪ /y/te not here soon, / m/ght be done ♪

♪ No, /t won ,t be too aoon T/// I aay ♪

♪ Goodn/ght moon ♪

♪ No, /t won ,t be too aoon T/// I aay ♪

♪ Goodn/ght moon ♪

[sonq ends]

["Urami Bushi" by Meiko Kaji]

[sonq ends]

[" Black Mamba" by The Wu Tang Clan lnstrumental]

[music ends]

[Ouentin] And. . .action!

[man screams]

Cut.

Oh, come on, let's do it aqain.