Pulp Bebop

Cast of Characters:

Spike Spiegel as Vincent Vega
Jet Black as Jules Winnfield
Vicious as Marsellus Wallace
Faye Valentine as Mrs. Mia Wallace
Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV as Prizefighter Butch Coolidge
Mao Yenrai as "The Wolf" Winston Wolf
The Pimp as The Gimp
Witney Hagas Matsumoto as Brett
Julius The Transvestite as Marvin
Domino Walker as "Flock of Ravens" Roger
Antonio as "English Dave" Paul
Carlos as Lance
Judy as Jody
Julia as Trudi
Katerina as Buddy Holly
Jobin as Captain Koons
Coffee as Yolanda "Hunny Bunny"
Shaft Brother as "Pumpkin"
Gordon as Zed
Harrison as Maynard
Gould as Esmerelda Villalobos
Wen as Fabienne

An old, fashioned, fishing ship, greenish color with the word Bebop marked on the middle, barrels down the galaxy gateway in Venus. In the front seat are two former bounty hunters turned hitmen - both are wearing black suits with thin black ties under long blue green dusters. Their names are Spike Spiegel (former Red Dragon Syndicate member) and Jet Black (former ISSP officer). Jet Black is behind the wheel.

"Okay now, tell me about the Red Dragon Syndicate?" Jet said.
"What do you want to know?" Spike said.
"Well, the Red Dragon Syndicate is illegal here, right?" he said.
"Yeah, it is illegal, but it is not one hundred percent illegal. I mean they start a bar brawl, roll a weed and start puffing away their victory dance. You are only supposed to smoke in bars with cigars or cigarettes." Spike said.
"That is the Red Dragon Syndicate?" Jet asked.
"Yeah, it breaks down like this: It is legal to become one, it is illegal to kill someone that has nothing against the Syndicate, and if you are the proprietor of a bar. it is legal to own it, which does not fucking matter, because - get a load of this, Jet. - If the cops stop you, it is illegal to search a member of the syndicate. Searching you is a right that the cops in Mars do not have." Spike answered.
"That did it, man - I am fucking going, that is all there is to it." Jet said.
"You will dig it the most. But you know what the funniest thing about Jupiter is?" Spike said.
"What?" Jet asked.
"It is the little differences. A lot of the same shit we got here, they got there, but there they are a little different." Spike answered.
"Examples?"
"Well, in Jupiter, you can buy wine in a movie theater. And I do not mean in a paper cup either. They give you a glass of wine, like in a bar. In Mars, you can buy Wine in El Rey's restuarant. Also, you know what they call a Beef with Bell Peppers in France?" Spike said.
"They do not call it Beef with Bell Peppers?"
"No, they got the metric system on earth, they would not know what the fuck a Beef with Bell Peppers is."
"Then what do they call it?" Jet asked.
"They call it, Royale with beef."
"Royale with beef. But what do they call a Rice?" he said.
"Rice is Rice, but they call it Le Rice." Spike said.
"Le Rice. And what do they call a steak?"
"I do not know, I did not go into an Outback Steakhouse. But you know what they put on Beef with bell papers in Pluto?"
"What?"
"Tabasco sauce."
"Goddamn!"
"I seen them do it. And I do not mean a little bit on the side of the plate, they fucking drown them in it."
"Uucch!"

The trunk of the Bebop opens up, Spike Spiegel and Jet Black reach inside, taking out two magnums, loading and cocking them. "We should of had rifles for this kind of deal." Jet said.
"How many up there?" Spike asked.
"Three or four. Counting our guy I am not sure." Jet answered.
"So there could be five guys up there?" Spike said.
"It is impossible." Jet said.
"We should have fucking rifles." Spike said as they closed the trunk of the Bebop.

Spike and Jet, their long matching overcoats practically dragging on the ground, walk through the courtyard of what looks like a hacienda-style Venus apartment building. "What is her name?" Spike asked.
"Faye Valentine." Jet answered.
"How did Vicious and her meet?" Spike asked.
"I do not know, however people meet people. She used to be a blackjack dealer." Jet said.
"She ever do anything I would see?"
"I think her biggest deal was she cheated someone off of poker in the casino down at Venus."
"What is poker?"
"Well, you know the card games they play in the casinos?"
"I do not play cards that much."
"Yes, but you are aware that there is a game called poker and in that game they place their bets?"
"Yes."
"Well, the way they play blackjack is they first place their bets before beginning to play and then whoever wins take the winnings as it keeps going on and on and on until they decide if they want to quit playing poker. then the dealer decides if they should stop or they continue. some continue and some have to quit to better luck next time. She was banned from the casino for cheating in a poker game with a bunch of high rollers." Jet said as they enter the apartment.

Spike Spiegel and Jet Black walk through the reception area and wait for the elevator. "You remember, Abdul Hakim? Half-indy, half-white, used to call him Abdul Shady."
"Yeah maybe, afro man right?" Spike said.
"I would not go so far as to call the guy afro man. He has got a skitzo problem. What is the boy going to do, he is indy." Jet said.
"I think I know who you mean, what about him?" Spike asked.
"Well, Marsellus Vicious fucked his ass up good. And word around the galaxy, it was on account of Marsellus Vicious' wife." Jet said as the elevator arrives, the men walk in.
"What did he do, fuck her?" Spike asked.
"No no no no no no no no, nothing that bad." Jet said.
"Well what then?" he asked.
"He gave her a breast massage." Jet answered.
"A breast massage?" Spike said as Jet nods his head: "Yes."
"What did Vicious do?"
"Sent a couple of his men over to his place. They took him out on the patio of his apartment, threw his ass over the balcony. Hakim fell nine stories. They had this garden at the bottom, enclosed in glass, like one of them greenhouses - Hakim fell through that. Since then, he has kind of developed a speech impediment." Jet said as the elevator doors open, Spike and Jet exit.
"That is a damn shame." Spike said.

"Still I have to say, play with fire you get your ass burned." Spike said as he and Jet make a beeline down the hall.
"What do you mean, Spike?" Jet said.
"You do not be giving Marcellus Vicious' new bride a breast massage." Spike answered.
"You do not think he overreacted?"
"Hakim probably did not expect Vicious to react like he did, but he had to expect a reaction."
"It was a breast massage, a breast massage is nothing, I give my wife a breast massage." Jet said.
"It is laying hands on Marsellus Vicious' new wife in a familiar way. Is it as bad as eating her pussy out - no, but you are in the same fucking ballpark." Spike said as Jet stops him.
"Whoa...whoa...whoa...stop right there, Spike. Eating a bitch out, and giving a bitch a breast massage are not even the same fucking thing."
"Not the same thing, the same ballpark." Spike said.
"It is not no motherfucking ballpark either. Look maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but touching his lady's breasts, and sticking your tongue in her holyiest of holyies, are not the same ballpark, are not the same league, are not even the same fucking sport. Breast massages do not mean shit." Jet said.
"Have you ever given a breast massage?" Spike said.
"Do not be telling me about breast massages. - I am the breast fucking master." Jet answered.
"Given a lot of them?"
"Hell yeah. I got my technique down man, I do not tickle or nothing."
"Have you ever given a guy a breast massage?" Spike said. Jet Black looks at him a long moment. - he has been set up. "Fuck you, Spike." Jet starts walking down the hall. Spike, smiling, walks a little bit behind.
"How many?"
"Fuck you, Spike."
"Would you give me a breast massage - I am kind of tired."
"Spike, you best back off, I am getting pissed and besides man do not even have fucking breasts - this is the door." The two men stand in front of the door numbered "62." they whisper.
"What time is it?" Jet asked.
"Seven-twenty-five in the morning." Spike said while checking his watch.
"It is not quite time, let's hang back." They move a little away from the door, facing each other, still whispering.
"Look, just because I would not give no man a breast massage, does not make it right for Vicious to throw Abdul off a building into a glass-motherfucking-house, fucking up the way the man talks. That shit is not right, man. Motherfucker do something like that to me, he better paralyze my ass, because I would bite the motherfucker. Understand?" Jet said.
"I am not saying he was right, but you are saying a breast massage does not mean nothing, and I am saying it does. I have given a thousand ladies a thousand breast massages and they all mean something. We act like they don't, but they do. That is what's so fucking cool about them. This sensual thing is going on that nobody is talking about, but you know it and she knows it, fucking Marsellus Vicious knew it, and Hakim should of known fucking better. That is his fucking wife, man. He is not gonna have a sense of humor about that shit at all." Spike said.
"That is an interesting point, but let us get into character." Jet said.
"What is her name again?"
"Faye Valentine. Why the hell you so interested in big man's wife?"
"Well, Vicious is leaving for Jupiter and when he is gone, he wants me to take care of Faye." Spike said.
"Take care of her?" Jet said while making a gun out of his finger and placing it to his head.
"Not that! Take her out. Show her a good time. Do not let her get lonely." Spike said.
"You are gonna be taking Faye Valentine out on a date?" Jet said.
"It is not a date. It is like when you and your pal's wife go to a movie or something. It is just you know...good company." Jet Black just looks at him.
"It is not a date. I am not gonna be a bad boy." Jet shakes his head and mumbles to himself.
"Bitch is gonna kill more men than time."
"What was that, Jet?"
"Nothing. Let us get into character."
"What did you say?"
"I did not say shit, Spike. Let's go to work."
"Do not play with me, Jet, you said something, now what the fuck was it?"
"Do you want to do this?"
"I want you to repeat what you said."
"That door is gonna open in about twenty-five seconds, so get yourself together --"
"-- my self is together --"
"-- bullshit it is. Stop thinking about Faye, and get yourself together like a qualified pro."

Three young guys obviously in over their heads, sit at a table with hamburgers, french fries and soda pops laid out. One of them flips the loud bolt on the door, opening it to reveal Spike Spiegel and Jet Black in the hallway. "Hey kids." The two men stroll inside. The three young caught-off-guard guys are:

Julius
A transvestite from the streets of Blue Crow where there are no women.

Witney Hagas Matsumoto
A lying lowlife conman who targets vulnerable (gullible) women.

Domino Walker
A sneaky illegal mushroom dealer.

Spike Spiegel and Jet Black take in the place, with their hands in their pockets. Jet is the one who does the talking. "How you boys doing?" he said and there was no answer. "Am I tripping or did I just ask you a question."
"We are doing okay." Witney said as he and Jet talk, Spike moves behind the young guys.
"Do you know who we are?" Jet asked as Witney shakes his head: "No."
"We are associates of your business partner Marsellus Vicious, you do remember your business partner do you?" Jet said and no answer came. "Now I am gonna take a wild guess here: You are Witney, right?"
"I am Witney."
"I thought so. Well, you remember your business partner Marsellus Vicious, do you Witney?" Jet asked.
"I remember him." Witney answered.
"Good for you. Looks like me and Spike caught you at breakfast, sorry about that. What are you eating?"
"Hamburgers."
"Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What kind of hamburgers?" he asked.
"Cheeseburgers." Witney said.
"No, I mean where did you get them?"
"Big Kahuna Burger." Witney answered.
"Big Kahuna Burger. That is that hawaiian burger joint. I heard they got some tasty burgers. I ain't never had one myself, how are they?"
"They are good."
"Mind if I try one of yours?" Jet said.
"No."
"Yours is this one, right?"
"Yeah." Witney said as Jet grabs the burger and take a bite of it.
"Uuummmm, that is one tasty burger. Spike, you ever try a Big Kahuna Burger?" Jet asked.
"No." Spike answered as Jet holds out the Big Kahuna.
"You wanna bite, they are real good." Jet said.
"I am not hungry." Spike said.
"Well, if you like hamburgers give them a try sometime. Me, I cannot usually eat them cause my former girlfriend is a vegetarian. Which more or less makes me a vegetarian, but I sure love the taste of a good burger. Say, Witney, You know what they call Beef with Bell Peppers in France?" Jet said.
"No." Witney said.
"Tell them, Spike."
"Royale with Beef."
"Royale with Beef, you know why they call it that?" Jet asked.
"Because of the metric fucking system?"
"Check out the big brain on Witney. You are one smart motherfucker, that is right. The metric system." Jet said as he points to a fast food cup. "What is in this?"
"Mountain Dew."
"Mountain Dew, good, mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down with?"
"Sure." Witney said as Jet grabs the cup and takes a sip.
"Uuuuummmm, hit's the spot!" Jet said as he turns to Domino Walker.
"You, Flock of Ravens, you know what we are here for?" Domino nods his head: "Yes." "Then why don't you tell my boy here Spike, where you got the shit hid."
"It is under the be -"
"-- I do not remember asking you a goddamn thing." Jet said to Julius. "You were saying?"
"It is under the bed." Domino said. Spike Spiegel moves to the bed, reaches underneath it, pulling out a black snap briefcase. He flips the two locks, opening the case. Spike then just stares at it, transfixed.
"We happy? Hey, Spike! We Happy?" Jet said. Spike looks up at Jet and closes the case.
"We are happy." he said.
"Look, what is your name? I got his name. he is Spike, but what is yours?" Witney asked.
"My name is Black, and your ass is not talking your way out of this shit." Jet said.
"I just want you to know how sorry we are about how fucked up things got between us and Mr. Vicious. When we entered into this thing, we only had the best intentions --" As Witney talks, Jet takes out his gun and shoots Domino three times in the chest, blowing him out of his chair. Spike smiles to himself. Jet has got style. Witney has just shit his pants. He is not crying or whimpering, but he is so full of fear, it ss as if his body is imploding.
"Oh, I am sorry. Did I break your concentration? I did not mean to do that. Please, continue. I believe you were saying something about "best intentions." Jet said. But Witney could not say a word. "What is the matter? Oh, you were finished? Well, allow me to retort. Would you describe to me what Marsellus Vicious looks like?" Jet said. But Witney still cannot speak. Jet Black snaps, savagely tipping the card table over, removing the only barrier between himself and Witney Hagas Matsumoto. Witney now sits in a lone chair before Jet like a political prisoner in front of an interrorgator. "What planet you from!"
"What?" Witney said petrified.
"'What' is not no planet I ever heard of! Do they speak English in 'What?'" Jet said.
"What?" Witney said near heart attack.
"English motherfucker! Do you speak it?"
"Yes."
"Then you know what i am saying! Now describe what Marsellus Vicious looks like!" Jet said.
"What?" Witney said out of fear as Jet Black takes his .45 and presses the barrel hard in Witney's cheek.
"Say "What" again! Come on, say "What" again! I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say "What" one more goddamn time!" He said as Witney does his best.
"Well he is ...he is...white --"
"-- go on!"
"...and he is...he is...got white hair --"
"-- does he look like a bitch?!"
"What?" Witney said without thinking. Jet's eyes go to Spike, Spike smirks, Jet rolls his eyes and shoots Witney in the shoulder. Witney screams, breaking into a shaking/trembling spasm in the chair.
"Does he look like a bitch?!" Jet said.
"No!" Witney said in agony.
"Then why did you try to fuck him like a bitch, Witney?!" Jet said.
"I did not." Witney said in spasm.
"Yes you did. Yes you did, Witney. You tried to fuck him. And Marsellus Vicious doesn't like to be fuck by anybody except Faye Valentine. You read the bible, Witney?" Jet said.
"Yes!" Witney said in agony.
"There is a passage I got memorized seems appropriate for this situation: Ezekiel 25:17. 'The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequites of the selfish and tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Black Dog when I lay my vengeance upon you.'" The two hitmen empty their guns at the same time on the sitting Witney. When they are finished, the bullet-ridden carcass just sits there for a moment, then topples over. All is quiet. The only sound is Julius muttering in the corner.
"...goddamn...goddamn...that was fucked up...goddamn, that was cold-blooded..."
"Friend of yours, Jet?" Spike said, while pointing to the transvestite Julius.
"Yeah, Julius-Spike-Spike-Julius." Jet answered.
"Tell him to shut up, he is getting on my nerves." Spike said.
"Julius, I would knock that shit off if I was you." Jet said. Then suddenly the bathroom door bursts open, and a fourth man (as old as the rest) comes charging out, a silver magnum in his hand.
"Die, you motherfuckers, die!" The fourth man fires six booming shots from his hand cannon in the direction of Spike Spiegel and Jet Black. He screams a maniacal cry of revenge until he is dry firing. Then his face does a complete change of expression. It goes from a "Vengeance is mine" expression, to a "What the fuck" blank look.
"I do not fucking understand --" The fourth man is blown off his feet and knocked out by bullets that tear him to shreds.