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Do you find me sadistic?

You know...

I'll bet I could
fry an egg on your head right now...

if I wanted to.

You know, kiddo...

I'd like to believe...

you're aware enough,
even now...

to know that there is
nothing sadistic...

in my actions.

Maybe towards those... other...

jokers...

but not you.

No, kiddo,

at this moment...

this is me...

at my most...

masochistic.

Bill...

it's your baby...

Coming!

Sarah, I cannot believe you are early.

What you going to do now, huh?!
What you got?!

I got your ass.
Wrap it up! Come on!

Okay. Come on, bitch.

Come on.

Bring it on.

- Mommy, I'm home.
- Hey, baby.

How was school?

Mommy, what happened to you
and the TV room?

That good-for-nothing dog of yours

got his little ass into the living room
and acted a damn fool.

That's what happened, baby.

- Barney did this?
- Baby,

now, you can't come in here.
There's broken glass everywhere, and...

you could cut yourself.

This is an old friend of Mommy's
I ain't seen in a long time.

Hi, honey.

I'm (BLEEP).
What's your name?

Her name is Nikki.

Nikki.

Such a pretty name
for such a pretty girl.

How old are you, Nikki?

Nikki.

(BLEEP) asked you a question.

I'm four.

Four years old, eh?

You know...

I had a little girl once.

She'd be about four now.

Now, baby...

me and Mommy's friend
got some grown-up talk to talk about.

So you go in your room now and I want you to
leave us alone till I tell you to come out.

Okay?

Nikkia!

In your room. Now.

You want some coffee?

Yeah. Sure.

This Pasadena homemaker's name
is Jeanne Bell.

Her husband is Dr. Lawrence Bell.

But back when we were acquainted
four years ago,

her name was Vernita Green.

Her code name was Copperhead.

Mine, Black Mamba.

Do you have a towel?

Yeah.

Thanks.

- You still take cream and sugar, right?
- Yeah.

So I suppose it's a little late
for an apology, huh?

You suppose correctly.

Look, bitch...

I need to know if you're going to
start any more shit around my baby girl.

You can relax for now.

I'm not going to murder you
in front of your child, okay?

That's being more rational than
Bill led me to believe you were capable of.

It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness
I lack,

not rationality.

Look...

I know I fucked you over.

I fucked you over bad.
I wish to God I hadn't, but I did.

You have every right
to want to get even.

No, no, no, no, no.

No.

To get even,
even Steven...

I would have to kill you...

go up to Nikki's room, kill her...

then wait for your husband,
the good Dr. Bell, to come home, and kill him.

That would be even, Vernita.

That'd be about square.

Look, if I could go back in a machine,
I would.

But I can't.

All I can tell you is
that I'm a different person now.

Oh, great.

- I don't care.
- Be that as it may,

I know I don't deserve
your mercy or your forgiveness. However...

I beseech you for both
on behalf of my daughter.

Bitch,
you can stop right there.

Just because I have no wish to murder you
before the eyes of your daughter,

does not mean that parading her around
in front of me is gonna inspire sympathy.

You and I have unfinished business.

And not a goddamn fucking thing
you've done in the subsequent four years,

including getting knocked up,

is going to change that.

So, when do we do this?

It all depends.

When do you want to die?

Tomorrow?
The day after tomorrow?

- How about tonight, bitch?
- Splendid. Where?

There's a baseball diamond where I
coach Little League, about a mile from here.

We meet there around 2:30 in the morning,
dressed all in black.

Your hair in a black stocking.

And we have us a knife fight.

We won't be bothered.

Now...

I have to fix Nikki's cereal.

Bill always said you were one of the
best ladies he ever saw with an edged weapon.

Fuck you, bitch.

I know he didn't qualify that shit.

So you can just kiss
my motherfucking ass, Black Mamba.

Black Mamba.

I should have been
motherfucking Black Mamba.

Weapon of choice? If you want to stick with
your butcher knife, that's fine with me.

Very funny, bitch.

Very funny!

It was not my intention
to do this in front of you.

For that, I'm sorry.

But you can take my word for it:

Your mother had it coming.

When you grow up...

if you still feel raw about it...

I'll be waiting.

For those regarded as warriors...

When engaged in combat...

the vanquishing of thine enemy can be
the Warrior's only concern.

Suppress all human emotion and compassion...

...kill whoever stands in thy way, even if that be
Lord God, or Buddha himself.

This truth lies at the heart of the art of combat.

...and next, we got some record.

Our very own wildman, Charlie Feathers.

Well...

give me the gory details,
Son Number One.

It's a goddamn massacre, Pop.

They wiped out the whole wedding party,
execution-style.

Give me a figure.

Nine dead bodies.

And we're talking the whole shebang:

bride,

groom,

reverend,

reverend's wife.

Hell, they even shot that
old colored fella that plays the organ.

It would appear to me somebody objected to
this union and wasn't able to hold their peace.

Good gravy, Marie.

What'd I tell you, Pop?

Looks like a goddamn Nicaraguan death squad.

You better shit-can that blasphemy, boy.
You in a house of worship.

Sorry, Pop.

Well, this is definitely
the work of professionals.

I'd guess-timate...

Mexican Mafia hit squad.

Four, maybe five strong.

How can you tell?

Well, a sure and steady hand did this.

This ain't no squirrelly amateur.

This is the work of a salty dog.

You can tell
by the cleanliness of the carnage.

Now, a kill-crazy rampage though it may be,

all the colors are kept inside the lines.

If you was a moron,
you could almost admire it.

Who's the bride?

Don't know.

The name on the marriage certificate is
"Arlene Machiavelli".

That's a fake.

We've all just been calling her "The Bride"
on account of the dress.

You can tell she was pregnant.

Man had to be a mad dog to shoot a goddamn
good-looking gal like that in the head.

Look at her.

Hay-colored hair,

big eyes.

She's a little blood-splattered angel.

- Son Number One?
- Yeah?

This tall drink of cocksucker
ain't dead.

I might never have liked you.

Point in fact, I despise you.

But that shouldn't suggest
that I don't respect you.

Dying in our sleep...

is a luxury that our kind
is rarely afforded.

My gift... to you.

For fuck's sake.

Hello, Bill.

What's her condition?

Comatose.

Where is she?

I'm standing over her right now.

That's my girl.

Elle, you're going to
abort the mission.

What?!

We owe her better than that.

Oh, you don't owe her shit!

Will you keep your voice down?

You don't owe her shit!

May I say one thing?

Speak.

Y'all beat the hell out of that woman,
but you didn't kill her.

And I put a bullet in her head,
but her heart just kept on beating.

Now, you saw that yourself
with your own beautiful blue eye.

Did you not?

We've done a lot of things
to this lady.

And if she ever wakes up,
we'll do a whole lot more.

But one thing we won't do,

is sneak into her room in the night
like a filthy rat...

and kill her
in her sleep.

And the reason we won't do that thing,

is because
that thing would lower us.

Don't you agree, Miss Driver?

I guess.

Do you really have to guess?

No. I don't really have to guess.

I know.

Come on home, honey.

Affirmative.

I love you very much.

I love you, too.

Bye-bye.

Thought that was pretty fucking funny,
didn't you?

Word of advice, shithead:

Don't you ever wake up.

This moment...

this is me...

at my most masochistic.

Bill, it's your baby...

My baby.

Four years. Four years.

Price is $75 a fuck, my friend.

- You getting your freak on, or what?
- Oh, yeah, boy.

20, 40, 60, 75. Yeah.

Now, here's the rules.
Rule number one: No punching her.

Nurse comes in tomorrow, and she got
a shiner or less some teeth, jig's up.

So, no knuckle sandwiches
under no circumstances.

And by the way, this little cunt's a spitter.
It's a motor reflex thing.

But spit or no, no punching.

Now, we absolutely, positively clear
on rule number one?

- Yeah.
- Good. Now, rule number two:

No monkey bites, no hickeys. In fact,
no leaving no marks of no kind.

After that, it's all good, buddy.

Her plumbing down there don't work no more,
so feel free to cum in her all you want.

Keep the noise down.
Try not to make a mess. I'll be back in 20.

Yeah.

Oh! Shit.

By the way,

not all the time, but sometimes this chick's
cooch can get drier than a bucket of sand.

If she dry, just lube up with this
and you'll be good to go.

Bon appétit, good buddy.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, goddamn, you are the best-looking girl
I've had today.

Yo, stud! Time's up, buddy.

I'm coming in, ready or not.

Good buddy, did you have yourself
a good time, man?

Whoa.

Where's Bill?

Where's Bill?!

- Please stop hitting me.
- Where's Bill?!

- I don't know who Bill is!
- Bullshit!

Well, ain't you the slice of cutie pie
they said you was?

Jane Doe, huh?
Oh, we don't know shit about you.

Well, I'm from Huntsville, Texas.

My name is Buck,
and I'm here to fuck.

Your name is Buck...

right?

And you came here to fuck...

- right?
- Wait a minute. Wait.

"Pussy Wagon".

You fucker.

Texas. Okay.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

As I lay in the back of Buck's truck,

trying to will my limbs
out of entropy...

Wiggle your big toe.

...I could see the faces of the cunts
who did this to me...

and the dicks responsible.

Members all...

of The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad.

When fortune smiles
on something as violent and ugly as revenge,

it seems proof like no other,
that not only does God exist,

you're doing His will.

At a time when I knew the least
about my enemies,

the first name on my Death List,

O-Ren Ishii,

was the easiest to find.

But of course, when one manages the difficult
task of becoming queen of the Tokyo underworld,

one doesn't keep it a secret,
does one?

O-Ren Ishii was born
on an American military base in Tokyo, Japan.

The half-Japanese,
half-Chinese-American army brat...

made her first acquaintance with death
at the age of nine.

It was at that age
she witnessed the death of her parents,

at the hands of Japan's most ruthless
yakuza boss,

Boss Matsumoto.

Mommy.

She swore revenge.

Luckily for her,

Boss Matsumoto...

was a pedophile.

At eleven,
she got her revenge.

Look at me, Matsumoto...

...take a good look at my face.

Look at my eyes.

Look at my nose.

Look at my chin.

Look at my mouth.

Do I look familiar?

Do I look like somebody...

you murdered?!

By 20,

she was one of the top female assassins
in the world.

At 25, she did her part
in the killing of nine innocent people...

including my unborn daughter...

in a small wedding chapel
in El Paso, Texas.

But on that day

four years ago...

she made one big mistake:

She should have killed ten.

However,

before satisfaction would be mine...

first things first.

Wiggle your big toe.

Hard part's over.

Now... let's get
these other piggies wiggling.

Welcome to Air O. May I help you?

Okinawa. One-way.

Hi.

Welcome.

You... English?

Almost.
American.

American.

Welcome, American.

Domo.

My English very good.

You said "Domo".

Can you speak Japanese?

No, no. Just a few words I learned
since yesterday.

- May I sit at the bar?
- Oh, sure, sure, sure. Please, sit.

What other words did you learn?

Just a minute.

We have a customer.
Bring out some tea, quickly.

I'm watching my soap operas.

Oh, shit.

Lazy bastard...

Screw your soap opera... hurry up!

The tea's hot.

Why don't you serve it yourself for once?

Shut up!

Get your ass out here!

Excuse me.

What other Japanese
do you know?

Oh, let's see...

- "Arigato".
- "Arigato", good!

I already said "Domo", right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

"Konn-itch-iwa".

"Kohn-nee-chee-wah". Konnichi wa.
Please repeat.

"Konnichi wa"?

Perfect. Good, good, good.

You say Japanese word
like you're Japanese.

- Now you're making fun of me.
- No, no, no, no, serious business.

Pronunciation very good.

You say "Arigato"
like we say "Arigato".

Well, thank you. I mean...
arigato.

You should learn Japanese.

Very easy.

- No kidding? I heard it was kinda hard.
- Most difficult.

But, you have Japanese tongue.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Hey, what the hell happened to the tea?
Hurry up...goddammit!

Lazy oaf...

What d'ya want?

I beg your pardon?

Drink.

Oh, yes, a bottle of warm sake, please.

Warm sake?

Very good.

One warm sake!

Sake? In the middle of the day?

- Day, night, afternoon -
Who gives a damn- Get the sake!

How come I always have to get the sake?

You listen well...

For thirty years, you make the fish,
I get the sake.

If this were the military,

I'd be General by now.

Oh, so you'd be General, huh?

If you were General, I'd be Emperor,

and you'd still get the sake -

and you'd still get the sake -
So shut up and get the sake.

Do you understand?

I'm not bald, okay? I shaved my head.

Do you understand?

Sorry.

First time in Japan?

What brings you to Okinawa?

I came to see a man.

Oh, yeah?

You have a friend live in Okinawa?

Not quite.

Not friend?

- I never met him.
- Never?

Who is he,

may I ask?

Hattori Hanzo.

What do you want with Hattori Hanzo?

I need Japanese steel.

Why do you need Japanese steel?

I have vermin to kill.

You must have big rats
you need Hattori Hanzo's steel.

Huge.

May I?

You may.

Wait.

Try the second one down.

Funny...

you like samurai swords.

I like baseball.

I wanted to show you these.

However...

...someone as you, who knows so much, must
surely know...

...I no longer make instruments of death.

What I have here...

...I keep for their aesthetic and sentimental value.

Yet proud as I am of my life's work...

...I have retired.

Then give me one of these.

These are not... for sale.

I didn't say "sell me".

I said "give me".

Why...

should I help you?

Because my vermin
is a former student of yours.

And considering the student...

I'd say you have a rather large
obligation.

You can sleep here.

It will take me a month...

...to make the sword.

I suggest you spend it practicing.

I've completed doing...

...what I swore an oath to God, 28 years ago,

...to never do again.

I have created "something that kills people."

And in that purpose, I was a success.

I've done this because philosophically,

I am sympathetic to your aim.

I can tell you with no ego, this is my finest sword.

If on your journey, you should encounter God...

...God will be cut.

Yellow-haired warrior...

Go.

Domo.

It was one year after the massacre
in El Paso, Texas,

that Bill backed his Nippon progeny,
financially and philosophically,

in her Shakespearean-in-magnitude
power struggle with the other yakuza clans,

over who would rule vice
in the city of Tokyo.

When the final sword was sheathed,

it was O-Ren Ishii
and her powerful posse,

The Crazy 88, that proved the victor.

The pretty lady to O-Ren's right,
who's dressed like she's a villain on Star Trek,

is O-Ren's lawyer, best friend
and second lieutenant —

the half-French, half-Japanese
Sofie Fatale.

Another former protégée
of Bill's.

The young girl in the schoolgirl uniform
is O-Ren's personal bodyguard,

17-year-old Gogo Yubari.

Gogo may be young,

but what she lacks in age,
she makes up for in madness.

Do you like Ferraris?

Ferrari...Italian trash.

Do you want to screw me?

Don't laugh! Do you want to screw me, yes or no?

Yes.

How 'bout now, big boy?

Do you still wish to penetrate me...

...or is it I...

...or is it I... who has penetrated you?

See what I mean?

The bald guy
in the black suit and the Kato mask

is Johnny Mo,

the head general of O-Ren's personal army,
The Crazy 88.

And just in case you were wondering

how could a half-breed
Japanese-Chinese American

become the boss of all bosses
in Tokyo, Japan?

I'll tell you.

The subject of O-Ren's
blood and nationality

came up before the council
only once:

The night O-Ren assumed power
over the crime council.

The man who seems bound and determined
to break the mood is Boss Tanaka.

And what Boss Tanaka thinks is:

Boss Tanaka!

What's the meaning of this outburst?

This is a time for celebration!

And what exactly are we celebrating?

The perversion of our illustrious council?

Tanaka, have you gone mad?

I will not tolerate this!

You're disrespecting our sister! Apologize!

Tanaka-San, of what perversion do you speak?

My father...

...along with yours,

and along with yours,
started this council.

And while...

...you laugh like stupid donkeys...

...they weep in the afterlife...

-- Shut up!

...over the perversion committed today!

Outrageous!

Tanaka, it is you who insults this council!

Bastard?

Fuck face!

Gentlemen.

Tanaka obviously has something on his mind.

By all means, allow him to express it.

I speak, of the perversion done to this
council,

...which I love...

...more than my own children,

...by making a Chinese Jap-American
half breed bitch its leader!

So that you understand how serious I am...

...I'm going to say this in English.

As your leader...

I encourage you, from time to time,
and always in a respectful manner,

to question my logic.

If you're unconvinced a particular plan of
action I've decided is the wisest, tell me so.

But allow me to convince you,

and I promise you, right here and now,

no subject will ever be taboo.

Except, of course, the subject
that was just under discussion.

The price you pay,

for bringing up either my
Chinese or American heritage as a negative, is...

I collect your fucking head.

Just like this fucker here!

Now, if any of you sons of bitches

got anything else to say,

now's the fucking time!

I didn't think so.

Gentlemen, this meeting is adjourned.

One ticket to Tokyo, please.

Hello.

I'm in a meeting. Can I call you back?

Your wife is with you?
I see. Yeah.

Gogo.

You have to say "Yes, yes, yes" to
any selfish demands they make.

They demand ridiculous things.

Shut up -- Do you know what would
happen if they heard you?

What's gonna happen?

Did you hear about the Tanaka clan?

You're gonna get your head chopped off.

No, I don't want that.

Yes, it's me.

Yes.

And if you give us a contact number,
we will get back to you.

Hey! You!

Who do you remind me of?

Charlie Brown!

You're right, he does look like
Charlie Brown.

Charlie Brown.

Four pepperoni pizzas.

That's not on our menu...

I don't care, bring them, goddammit!

Hey... hey... Charlie, give me a kiss.

O-Ren Ishii!

You and I have unfinished business!

Charlie Brown, beat it.

Miki.

TEAR THE BITCH APART!

So, O-Ren...

any more subordinates
for me to kill?

Hi.

Gogo, right?

Bingo.

And you're Black Mamba.

Our reputations precede us.

Don't they?

Gogo...

I know you feel you must protect
your mistress...

but I beg you...

walk away.

You call that begging?

You can beg better than that.

Is that what I think it is?

You didn't think it was gonna be
that easy, did you?

You know,

for a second there...

yeah,

I kind of did.

Silly rabbit.

- Trix are for...
- ...kids.

This is what you get for
fucking around with the yakuzas.

Go home to your mother!

Those of you lucky enough to still
have your lives...

...take them with you!

However...

...leave the limbs you've lost.

They belong to me now.

Except you, Sofie!

You stay right where you are.

Your instrument is quite impressive.

Where was it made?

Okinawa.

Whom in Okinawa made you this steel?

This is Hattori Hanzo steel.

YOU LIE!

Swords however, never get tired.

I hope you've saved your energy.

If you haven't...

...you might not last five minutes.

But as last looks go,

you could do worse.

Silly Caucasian girl
likes to play with samurai swords.

You may not be able to fight like a samurai...

but you can at least die like a samurai.

Attack me...

...with everything you have.

For ridiculing you earlier...

...I apologize.

Accepted.

Ready?

Come on.

That really was a Hattori Hanzo sword.

Sofie.

Sofie.

My Sofie.

I'm so sorry.

Please. Please forgive my betrayal.

No more of that.

But still...

But still, nothing...

except my aching heart

over what she's done
to my beautiful and brilliant Sofie.

I've kept you alive

for two reasons.

First reason is information.

Burn in Hell, you stupid, stupid blonde!

I'll tell you nothing.

But I am going to ask you questions.

And every time you don't give me answers...

I'm going to cut something off.

And I promise you,

they will be things you will miss.

Give me your other arm!

I want all the information
on the Deadly Vipers.

- If you had to guess...
- What they've been doing.

- ...why she left you alive...
- And where I can find them.

...what would be your guess?

Guessing won't be necessary.

She informed me.

She said I could keep my wicked life
for two reasons.

As I said before,

I've allowed you to keep your wicked life
for two reasons.

And the second reason is...

so you can tell him, in person,
everything that happened here tonight.

I want him to witness
the extent of my mercy

by witnessing your deformed body.

I want you to tell him
all the information you just told me.

I want him to know what I know.

I want him to know I want him to know.

And I want them all to know,

they'll all soon be as dead as O-Ren.

Revenge is never a straight line.

It's a forest.

And like a forest it's easy to lose your way...

...to get lost...to forget where you came in.

That woman...

deserves her revenge.

And...

we deserve to die.

She must suffer

to her last breath.

How did you find me?

I'm the man.

One more thing, Sofie.

Is she aware her daughter

is still alive?

~ Hana yo Kirei to, Odaterare ~

~ Saite Misereba, Sugu Chirasareru ~

~ Baka-na, Baka-na,
Baka-na On'na no... Urami-bushi ~

~ Sadame Kanashi to, Akiramete ~

~ Naki-wo Misereba, Mata Nakasareru ~

~ On'na, On'na,
On'na Namida no... Urami-bushi ~

~ Nikui, Kuyashii, Yurusenai ~

~ Kesu ni Kienai, Wasure-rarenai ~

~ Tsukinu, Tsukinu,
Tsukinu On'na no... Urami-bushi ~

~ Yume yo Miren to, Warawarete ~

~ Samete-misemasu, Mada Same-kirenu ~

~ On'na, on'na,
On'na-nokoro no... Urami-bushi ~

~ Makka-na Bara nya, Toge ga Aru ~

~ Sashitaka-naiga Sasazu'nya-okanu ~

~ Mo'eru, Mo'eru,
Mo'eru On'na-no... Urami-bushi ~

~ Shinde Hanami ga, Sakuja Nashi ~

~ Urami Hito-suji, Ikite-yuku ~

~ On'na, On'na,
On'na Inochi no... Urami-bushi ~