The front door flings open, and Faye Valentine and Spike Spiegel dance tango-style into the house, singing a cappella the song from the diner. They finish their little dance, laughing then... The two just stand face to face looking at each other.
"Was that an uncomfortable silence?" He said.
"I do not know what that was." Faye paused and continued.
"Music and Drinks!" Faye Valentine moves away to attend to both. Spike hangs up his overcoat on a big golden coat rack in the alcove.
"I am gonna take a piss." he said.
"That was a little bit more information than I needed to know, but go right ahead." Faye said as Spike shuffles off to the john. Faye moves to her CD player, thumbs through a stack of CDs and selects one. The speakers blast out playing "Voodoo" by Godsmack Which Faye lipsyncs to. She dances her way around the room and finds herself by Spike's overcoat hanging on the rack. She touches its sleeve. It feels good. Her hand hoes in it's pocket and pulls out his tobacco pouch. Like a young girl playing bandit, she spreads the tobacco on some rolling paper. Imitating what he did earlier, licks the paper and rolls it into a pretty good cigarette. Maybe a little too big, but not bad for a first try. Faye thinks so anyway. Her hand reaches back in the pocket and pulls out his Zippo lighter. She slaps the lighter against her leg, trying to light it fancy-style like Spike did. She triumphantly brings the fat flame up to her cigarette, lighting it up, then loudly snaps the Zippo closed. The Faye-made cigarette is brought up to her lips, and she takes a long, cool drag. Her hand slides the Zippo back in the overcoat pocket. But wait, her fingers touch something else. she picks up a plastic bag with white powder inside, the madman that Spike Spiegel bought earlier from Carlos. Wearing a big smile, Faye brings the bag of heroin up to her face.
"Spike, you little cola coot, you have been holding out on me." She said

Spike stands at the sink, washing his hands, talking to himself in the mirror. "One drink and leave. Do not be rude, but drink your drink quickly, say goodbye, walk out the door, get in your car, and go down the road."

Faye Valentine has the unbeknownst-to-her heroin cut up into big lines on her glass top coffee table. Taking her trusty hundred dollar bill like a human Dust-Buster, she quickly snorts the big line. Her head jerks back. Her hands go to her nose, which she feeks like it's on fucking fire, something is terribly wrong. Then...the rush hits...

Spike Spiegel dries his hands on a towel while he continues talking to himself with the mirror. "...it is a moral test of yourself, whether or not you can maintain loyalty. Because when people are loyal to each other, that is very meaningful."

Faye is on all fours trying to crawl to the bathroom, but it is like she is trying to crawl with the bones removed from her knees. Blood begins to drip from Faye's nose. Then her stomach gets into the act and she vomits.

"So you are gonna go out there, drink your drink, say "Goodbye, I have had a very lovely evening." go home, and jerk off. And that is all you are gonna do." Now that he is given himself a little pep talk, Spike's ready for whatever is waiting for him on the other side of that door.

Spike Spiegel walks out of the bathroom doors and into the living room, where he finds Faye Valentine lying on the floor like a rag doll. She is twisted on her back. Blood and puke are down her front. And her face is contorted. Not out of the tightness of pain, but just the opposite, the muscles in her face are so relaxed, she lies still with her mouth wide open. Slackjawed. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" Spike moves like greased lightning to Faye's fallen body. Bending down where she lays, he puts his fingers on her neck to check her pulse. She slightly stirs. Faye is aware of Spike over her, speaking to her. "Faye! Faye! What the hell happened?" Spike shouted. But she is unable to communicate. Faye makes a few lost mumbles, but they are not distinctive enough to be called words. Spike props her eyelids open and sees the problem. "I will be a son of a fucking bitch. Faye! Faye! What did you take? Answer me Faye, what did you take?" Spike said. Faye is incapable of answering. He slaps her face hard. Spike springs up and runs to his overcoat, hanging on the rack. He goes through the pockets frantically. It's gone. Spike Spiegel makes a beeline to Faye. "Okay Faye, we are getting you on your feet." He reaches her and hoists the dead weight up in his arms. "We are on our feet now, and now we are gonna talk out to the car. Fuck me! Fuck me!" Spike said as he hurriedly walks the practically-unconscious Faye through the house and out the front door.

Spike Spiegel driving like a madman in a town without traffic laws, speeds the car into turns and up and over hills. "Do not fucking die on me, Faye!" Spike, one hand firmly on the wheel, the other shifting like the hellraiser of the roads, both eyes staring straight ahead excerpt when he glances over at Faye. Faye Valentine, slack-jawed expression, mouth gaping, posture of a bag of water. Spike takes a celluar phone out of his pocket and punches the number. "Fuck you, Carlos!." he said.

At this late hour, Carlos has transformed from a bon vivant drug dealer to a bathrobe creature. He sits in a big comfy chair, ratty blue gym pants, a worn-out but comfortable t-shirt that has, written on it, "Screw You!" and a moth-ridden terry cloth robe. In his hand is a bowl of cereal. In the front of him on the coffee table is a jug of milk, the box of cereal came out of, and a hash pipe in an ashtray. On the TV in front of the table is Hello Kitty, and the male and female kitty are getting married. "Hold hands, you love birds." The preacher says as the phone rings. Carlos puts down his cereal and makes his way to the phone. It rings again. Judy, calls from the bedroom, obviously woken up.
"Carlos! The phone is ringing!" She shouted.
"I can hear it!" Carlos said.
"I thought you told those fucking assholes never to call this late!" Judy said.
"I told them and that is what I am gonna tell this fucking asshole right now!" Carlos answers the phone.
"Hello, do you know how fucking late it is? You are not supposed to be calling this fucking late."

Spike Spiegel is still driving like a stripe-assed hooligan, clutching the phone to his ear. "Carlos, this is Spike, I am in big fucking trouble man, I am on my way to your place." Spike said.
"Whoa, hold your horses man, what is the problem?" Carlos said.
"You still got an adrenalin shot?" he said.
"Maybe." Carlos dawned on him.
"I need it man, I got a chick she is fucking O.D.ing on me." Spike said.
"Do not bring her here! I am not even fucking joking with you, do not you be bringing some fucked up pooh-ass to my house!" Carlos shouted.
"Negative." Spike said.
"She is O.D.ing?" Carlos asked.
"Yes, she is fucking dying on me." Spike yelled.
"Then bite the fucking bullet, take her to a goddamn hospital and call a lawyer to sue!" Carlos explained.
"Negative." Spike answered.
"She is not my fucking problem, you fucked her up, you deal with it --" Carlos stopped for a moment and thoughted of something. "Are you talking to me on a celluar phone?" he asked.
"Sorry." Spike answered.
"I do not know you, who is this, do not come here, I am hanging up. Prank caller, prank fucking caller." he shouted.
"Too late, I am already here." Spike said as he hangs up on Carlos said. At that moment inside his home, he hears Spike's swordfish coming up the street. Carlos hangs up the phone, goes to his curtains and yanks the cord. The curtains open with whoosh in time to see Spike's Swordfish driving up on his front lawn and crashing into his house. The window Spike is looking out of shatters from the impact.
"What the hell was that?" Judy shouted. Carlos charges from the window, out the door to his front lawn. Spike is already out of the car, working on getting Faye Valentine out.
"Have you lost your fucking mind?! You crashed your car in my fucking house! You talk about drug shit on a celluar fucking phone --"
"If you are through having your little hissy fit, this chick is dying, get your needle and get it now!" Spike interrupted.
"Are you deaf? You are not bringing that fucked up bitch in my house!" Carlos yelled.
"This fucked up bitch is Marsellus Vicious' wife. Now if she fucking croaks on me, I am a goddamn grease spot. But before he turns me into a bar of soap, I am gonna be forced to tell him about how you could of saved her life, but instead you let her die on your front lawn." Spike explained.

Judy in bed, throws off the covers and stands up. She is wearing a long-sleeved night gown. She opens the door, walking through the halls into the living room.
"It is one-thirty in the goddamn morning! What the fuck is going on out here?" Judy yelled as she walks in the living room, she sees Spike and Carlos standing over Faye, who is lying on the floor in the middle of the room. From here on in, everything is frantic, like a documentary in an emergency ward, with the big difference here being nobody knows what the fuck they are doing.
"Who is she?" Judy said as Carlos looks up at her.
"Get that black box in the bedroom I have with the adrenalin shot." Carlos said.
"What is wrong with her?" She asked him.
"Well get her the hell out of here!" Judy answered.
"Get the fucking shot!" Spike and Carlos said.
"Do not yell at me!" Judy angerily turns and disappears into the bedroom looking for the shot.
"You two are a match made in heaven." Spike said to Carlos.
"Look, just keep talking to her, okay? While she is getting the shot, I gotta get a medical book." Carlos explained.
"What the hell do you need a medical book for?" Spike asked.
"To tell me how to do it. I have never given an adrenalin shot before." Carlos answered.
"You have had that thing for six fucking years and you never used it?" Spike said.
"I never had to use it. I do not go joy-popping with bubble-gummers, all of my goddamn friends can handle their highs!" Carlos said
"Well then get it." Spike said.
"I am, if you will let me." Carlos argued.
"I am not fucking stopping you." Spike argued back.
"Stop talking to me and start talking to her." Carlos said as he runs out of the living room into a spare room with a bunch of junk in it. He frantically starts scanning the junk for the medical book he is looking for, repeating the words, "Come on." endlessly.
"Hurry up man! We are losing her!" Spike yelled out.
"I am looking as fast as I can!" Carlos yelled back as continues his frenzied search.
"What is he looking for?" Judy said.
"I don't know, some medical book." Spike answered.
"What are you looking for?" Judy yelled to Carlos.
"My black medical book!" Carlos answered as he continues searching, flipping and knocking over shit, Judy appears in the doorway.
"What are you looking for?"
"My black fucking medical book. It is like a text book they give to nurses." Carlos explained.
"I never saw a medical book." Judy said.
"Trust me, I have one." he said.
"Well, it it is that important, why did you not keep it with the shot?" Judy said as Carlos spins towards her.
"I do not know! Stop fucking bothering me!"
"While you are looking for it, that girl is gonna fucking die on our carpet. You are never gonna find it in all this shit. For six months now, I have been telling you to clean this room --" Judy yelled out.
"-- get your ass in here, fuck the medical book!" Spike yelled out. Carlos angerly knocks over a pile of shit and leaves the shot heading for the living room. Spike is bent over Faye Valentine, talking softly to her, when Carlos reenters the room.
"Quit fucking around man and give her the shot!" Spike said as Carlos bends down by the black case brought in by Judy. He opens it and begins preparing the needle for injection.
"While I am doing this, take her gown off and find her heart." Carlos said as Spike takes the gown off. Judy stumbles back in the room, hanging back from the action.
"Does it have to be exact?" Spike asked.
"Yes, it has to be exact! I am giving her an injection in the heart, so I gotta exactly hit her in the heart." Carlos said. "Well, I do not know exactly where her heart is, I think it is here." Spike said as he points to Faye right breast. Carlos glances over and nods.
"That is it." Carlos readies the injection, while Spike looks up at Judy.
"I need a big fat magic marker, got one?" Spike asked her.
"What?" Judy said.
"I need a big fat magic marker, any felt pen will do, but a magic marker would be great." Spike explained.
"Hold on." Judy said as she runs to the desk, opens the top drawer and, in her enthusiasm, she pulls the drawer out of the desk, the contents of which (bills, papers, pens) spill to the floor. The injection is ready. Carlos hands the needle to Spike.
"It is ready, I will tell you what to do." Carlos said.
"You are gonna give her the shot." Spike said.
"No, you are gonna give her the fucking shot." Carlos said.
"I have never done this before." Spike said.
"I have never done this before either, and I am not starting now. You brought her here, that means you give her the shot. The day I bring an O.D.ing bitch to your place, then I gotta give her the shot." Carlos said as Judy hurriedly joins them in the huddle, a big fat red magic marker in her hand.
"Got it." Spike grabs the magic marker out of Judy's hand and makes a big red dot in Faye's body where her heart is. "Okay, What do I do?" Spike asked.
"Well, you are giving her an injection of adrenalism straight to her heart. But she has got a breast plate in front of her heart, so you gotta piece through that. So what you gotta do is bring the needle down in a stabbing motion." Carlos said as he demonstrates a stabbing motion, which looks like a serial killer's shape.
"I gotta stab her?" Spike asked.
"If you want the needle to pierce through to her heart, you gotta stab her hard. Then once you do, push down on the plunger." Carlos said.
"What happens after that?" Spike said.
"I am curious about that myself." Carlos answered.
"This is not a motherfucking joke goddamn it!" Spike yelled.
"She is supposed to come out of it like -- that." Carlos said while snapping his fingers. Spike lifts the needle up above his head in a stabbing motion. He looks down on Faye. Faye is fading fast. Soon nothing will help her. Spike's eyes narrow, ready to do this.
"Count to three." He said. Carlos, on his knees right beside Spike, does not know what to expect.
"One..." Red dot on Faye's body. Needle ready to strike. "...two..." Judy's face is alive with anticipation. Needle in that air, poised like a rattler ready to strike. "...three!" Carlos yelled. The needle thrusts down hard. Spike brings down the needle hard, stabbing Faye in the chest. Faye Valentine's head if jolted from the impact. The syringe plunger is pushed down, pumping the adrenalin out through the needle. Faye's eyes pop wide open and she lets out a hellish cry of the banshee. She bolts up in a sitting position, needle stuck in her chest -- screaming. Spike, Carlos and Judy, who were in sitting positions in front of Faye, jump back, scared to death. Faye's scream runs out. She slowly starts taking breaths of air. The other three, now scooted halfway across the room, shaken to their bones, look to see if she is alright.
"If you are okay, say something." Carlos said. Faye, still breathing, not looking up at them, says in a relatively normal voice.
"Something." Spike and Carlos collapse on their backs, exhausted and shaking from how close to death Faye Valentine came.
"That was fucking tripping." Judy said.

Spike is behind the wheel driving Faye Valentine home. No one says anything, both are still too shaken.

The swordfish pulls up to the front. Faye gets out without saying a word (still in a daze) and begins walking down the walkway toward her front door. "Faye!" Spike said as she turns around. Spike is out of the car, standing on the walkway, a big distance between the two.
"What are your thoughts on how to handle this?" He asked.
"What is yours?" she asked.
"Well I am of the opinion that Marsellus Vicious can live his whole life and never ever hear of this incident." Spike said.
"Do not worry about it. If Marsellus Vicious ever heard of this, I would be in much trouble as you." Faye smiled.
"I seriously doubt that." Spike said.
"If you can keep a secret, so can I." Faye said.
"Let us shake on it." Spike and Faye walk toward each other, holding out their hands to shake and shake they do. "Mum is the word." Spike said as Faye lets go of Spike's hand and silently makes the see-no-evil, hear-no-evil, and speak no evil sign with her hands. Spike smiles.
"If you will excuse me, I gotta go home and have a heart attack." He said. Faye giggles as Spike turns to leave.
"See you around, Spike Spiegel." Faye said. After Faye walks inside. Spike continues to look where she was. He brings his hands to his lips and blows her a kiss. then exits to his swordfish.

End of Spike Spiegel And Marsellus Vicious' Wife