Edward is still asleep in bed. Wen brushes his teeth half in and half out of the bathroom so he could watch TV at the same time. He wears a blue silky robe from the night before. On TV: The Gundam Pilots are on a chopper taking down an entire Vietnam OZ army. Edward wakes from his sleep, as if she was under attack by the mob. Her start startles Wen. "Edward! You startled me. Did you have a bad dream?" Wen asked as Edward squints down the front of the bed at him, trying to focus.
"...yeah...are you still brushing your teeth?" Edward said.
"This is me. I brush my teeth all night long and into the early morning. Do you think I have a problem?" Wen said as he goes back into the bathroom to spit. If that was supposed to be sarcasm, it was lost on Edward at this early hour. Edward, still trying to chase the cobwebs away, sees on TV the Gundam Pilots on choppers tear-assing through a Vietnamese Village.
"What are you watching?" Edward asked.
"A Vietnam War movie, I am not sure of the name." Wen answered.
"Are you watching it?" Edward said as Wen enters the room.
"In a way. Why? Would you like for me to switch it off?" Wen asked.
"Would you please?" Edward answered as he reaches over and turns off the TV. "It is a little too early in the morning for explosions and war at Vietnam." Edward said.
"What was it about?" Wen asked.
"How should I know, you were the one watching it." Edward answered.
"No, damn it, what was your dream about?" Wen laughed.
"Oh, I...do not remember. It is really rare I remember a dream." Edward said.
"You just woke up from it." Wen said.
"Wen. I am not lying to you, I don't remember."
"Well, let's look at the grumpy woman in the morning. I did not say you were lying, it is just odd you do not remember your dreams. I always remember mine. Did you know you talk in your sleep?"
"I do not talk in my sleep, do I talk in my sleep?" Edward asked.
"You did last night." Wen answered.
"What did I say?" Edward said, Wen lays on top of him.
"I do not know. I couldn't understand you." Wen said as he kisses Edward.
"Why do you not get up and we will get some breakfast at that breakfast place with the pancakes."
"One more kiss and I will get up." Edward said as Wen gives her a sweet long kiss.
"Satisfied?" He asked.
"Yep."
"Then get up, Edward." Wen said as Edward climbs out of bed and starts pulling clothes out of the suitcase that Wen brought.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Almost nine in the morning." Wen answered.
"What time does our time arrive?"
"Twelve." Edward answered while looking at a pair of pants.
"Those pants are very nice. Can you wear those with that nice red shirt you have?" Wen said as she pulls a blue shirt out of the suitcase.
"This one?"
"That is the one. That matches."
"Okay." Edward said as she gets dressed for the occasion.
"I am gonna order a big plate of pancakes with maple syrup, eggs over easy, and five sausages." Wen said while Edward becomes surprised at Wen's potential appetite.
"Anything to drink with that?" Edward asked while Wen was referring to her clothes.
"Oh yes, that looks nice. To drink, a tall glass of orange juice and a black cup of hot cocoa. After that, I am going to have a slice of pie." Wen said as Edward goes through the suitcase.
"Pie for breakfast?"
"Any time of the day is a good time for pie. Cherry pie to go with the pancakes. And on top, two slices of french toast --"
"--where are my goggles?" she asked.
"It is there." Wen answered.
"No, it is not. It is not here."
"Have you looked?" Wen said as by now, Edward is frantically rummaging through the suitcase.
"Yes I have fucking looked!!" Edward answered while now throwing her clothes. "What the fuck do you think I am doing?! Are you sure you got it?"
Wen can hardly speak, she is never seen Edward this way. "Uhhh...yes...beside the desktop --"
"-- on the laptop computer."
"Yes, it was on your laptop computer." Wen said.
"Well it is not here!" Edward said as Wen is close to be on the verge of tears.
"Well it should be!"
"Oh yes it most definitely should be here, but it is not. So where the fuck are they!?" Edward said. Wen is now crying and scared. Edward lowers her voice, which only serves to make her more menacing. "Wen, they were my father's fucking goggles. You know what my father went through to get me them goggles?...I do not wanna get into it right now...but he went through a lot. Now all this other fucking shit, you could of set on fire, but I specifically reminded you not to forget my father's goggles. Now think, did you get them?" Edward explained.
"I believe so...." Wen answered.
"You believe so? You either did, or you did not, now which one is it?" Edward shouted.
"Then I did." Wen said.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"No." Wen said shakingly.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Motherfucker! Fucking Dickhead!" Edward Tivrusky freaks out, she punches the air. Wen screams and backs into the corner, Edward picks up the motel TV and throws it against the wall. Wen screams in horror. Edward looks towards her, then suddenly calms down. "No! It is not your fault." Edward said as she approached to Wen.
"You left it at the apartment." She bends down in front of her boyfriend who has sunk to the floor. She touches his hand, he flinches. "If you did leave it at the apartment, it is not your fault. I had you bring a bunch of stuff. I reminded you about it, but I did not illustrate how personal the goggles were to me. If all I gave a fuck about were my goggles, I should have told you. You are not a mind reader." She kisses his cheek. Then rises. Wen is still sniffling as Edward goes to her closet. "I am sorry." Wen said as Edward puts on her black leather jacket.
"Do not be. It just means I will not be able to eat breakfast with you." She said.
"Why does it mean that?" Wen asked.
"Because I am going back to my apartment to get my goggles." she answered.
"Will the Red Dragon Syndicate be looking for you there?" he asked.
"That is what I am gonna find out. If they are, and I do not think I can handle it, I will split." Edward said while rising from the floor.
"My darling Edward, I do not want you to be murdered over some silly golden goggles." Wen said.
"One, they are not silly golden goggles. Two, I am not gonna be murdered. And three, do not be scared. I will not let anything get in the way of us living a happy life together." Edward said as she brings Wen close and puts her hands on his face.
"Do not feel bad, Wen. Nothing you could ever do would make me permanently angry at you. I love you, remember?" Edward paused for a moment, looking at Wen and dug out some woolong out of her wallet. "Now here is some woolong, order those pancakes and have a great breakfast."
"Please, do not go."
"I will be back before you can say ---"
"Cherry Pie." Wen interrupted.
"Well maybe not that fast, but fast. I am gonna take your Chevrolet. Okay?" Edward said.
"Okay." Wen said as Edward kisses him once more and heads for the door. And with that, she is out the door.
Edward is beating the steering wheel and the dash with his fists as he drives down the street, with "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen playing on her radio. "Shit, of all the fucking things he could fucking forget, he forgets my father's goggles. I specifically reminded him not to fucking forget them. "Beside the desktop -- on the laptop computer." I said the words 'Do not forget my father's goggles.'" Edward said.
The little Chevrolet races towards its destination as fast as its little engine will take it.
"What the fuck am I doing? Have I taken one too many hits to the head? That has got to be it. Brain Damage is the only excuse for this dumb of a move. Stop the car, Edward." She kept on driving, paying no attention to herself. "Edward, I am talking to you. Put-your-foot-on-the-goddamn-break!" Edward's foot slams down hard on the break. The little Chevrolet skids to a stop in the middle of the street. Edward hops out of the car like it was on fire. She begins pacing back and forth, talking to herself, oblivious to passerby and traffic. "I am not going to do this. This is a fucking punchy move and I am not fucking punchy! Daddy would totally fucking understand. If he was here right now, he would say, 'Edward, get a grip. They are just fucking goggles, woman. You lose them, you get another pair. This is your life you are fucking around with, which you should not be doing because you only got one.'" Edward continues to pace, but now he is silent. Then... "This is my goddamn war. You see, Edward, what you are forgetting is those goggles are not just a device. They are a symbol of how your father, and his father before him, and his father before him, distinguished themselves in war. And when I took Marsellus Vicious' Woolong, I started a war. This is World War IV. That apartment in Venus, that is my Wake Island. In fact, if you look at it that way, it is almost kismet that Wen left it behind. And using that perspective, going back for it is not stupid. It may be dangerous but it is not stupid. Because there are certain things in this world that are worth going back for." That is it, Edward has talked herself into it again. She hops in the car, starts it up and takes off.
Edward is not completely reckless. She has parked her car a couple of blocks from her apartment to check things out before she goes bopping through the front door.
Edward walks down the alley until she gets to another street, then he discreetly glances out.
Everything seems normal. More or less the right number of cars in the street. None of the parked cars appear out of place. None of them have a couple of goons sitting inside. Basically, it looks like normal morning activity in front of Edward's home. Edward peers around a wall, taking in the vital information. "Everything looks hunky dorie. Looks can be deceiving, but this time I do not think they are. Why waste the manpower to stake out my place. I would have to be a fucking idiot to come back here. That is how you are gonna beat them Edward Tivrusky, they keep underestimating you." she said to himself as she walks out of the alley and is ready for anything. She crosses the street and enters her apartment courtyard. Across the street from Edward's building, on the corner, is a combination donut shop and japanese restaurant. A big sign sticks up in the air with japanese letters on it with the translation "Sakaguchi Donut" on top and a graphic of a donut sticking out of a bowl of rice and noodles.
Edward is in the courtyard of her apartment building. Once again, everything appears normal -- the laundry room, the pool, her apartment door -- nothing appears disturbed except a radio on the window advertising Megumi Hayashibara's next concert tour and then plays "Tamashii No Refuran". Edward climbs the stairs leading to her apartment, number 10. She steps outside the door and listens inside. Nothing. Edward slowly inserts the key into the door, quietly opening it.
Edward's apartment has not been touched. She cautiously steps inside, shuts the door and takes a quick look around. Obviously, no one is there. Edward walks into her modest kitchen, and opens the refrigerator. She takes out a carton of milk and drinks from it "Looking good, Edward." She said. With carton in hand, Edward surveys the apartment. Then she goes to the bedroom. Her bedroom is like the rest of the apartment -- neat, clean and anonymous. The only things personal in his room are a few boxing trophies, an Olympic silver medal, a framed issue of "Hentai Magazine" with Faye Valentine on the cover, and a poster of Vash The Stampede and one of Gene Starwind. Sure enough, there are the goggles just like she said it was: on the desktop, laying on top of the laptop computer. She walks through the apartment and back into the kitchen. She opens a cupboard and takes out a couple slices of bread. Putting down the milk, she opens the bread, takes out two slices and puts them in the toaster. Edward glances to her right, her eyes fall on something. What he sees is a huge samurai sword, laying on her kitchen counter. "Holy shit." She said softly as she picks up the intimidating piece of weaponry and examines it. Then...a toilet flushes. Edward looks up to the bathroom door, which is parallel to the kitchen. There is someone behind it. Like a wolf caught by Oboshi, Edward freezes, not knowing what the fuck to do. The bathroom door opens and Spike Spiegel steps out of the bathroom, tightening his belt. Edward and Spike lock eyes. Spike freezes. Edward does not moce, except to point the sword in Spike's direction. Neither one opens their mouth. Then...the toaster loudly kicks up the slices of toast. That is all the situation needed. Edward swiftly slices Spike Spiegel in two. Lifting both parts in the air, propelling him through the air and crashing through the glass shower door at the end of the bathroom. By the time Edward stops, Spike is annihilated. Edward stands frozen, amazed at what just happened. His look goes from the blood bath in the bathroom that was once Spike Spiegel, down to the powerful piece of slice and dice sushi in his grip. With the respect it deserves, Edward carefully places the samurai sword back on the kitchen counter. Then he exits the apartment quickly.
Edward, not running, but walking very rapidly, crosses the courtyard... ...comes out of the apartment building, crosses the street.... ...goes through the alley.... ...and into her car.
Edward cranks the car into gear and drives away as "Paint It Black" by The Rolling Stones plays on his radio. "The big wide smile of a sole survivor breaks across her face.
The Chevrolet turns down the alley and slowly cruises by his apartment building. Edward looks out the window at her former home. "That is how you are gonna beat them, Edward. They keep underestimating you." The boxer/hacker breaks a smile on her face. When the music started playing, she sings along with it. "I see a red door, and I want to Paint it black. No colors anymore, I want them to turn black." She drives by the apartment, but is stopped at the light on the corner across from Sakaguchi Donut. "I see the girls go by dressed in their summer clothes. I had to turn my head until my darkness goes." Edward is still singing along with the song as she sees through the windshield. The big boss himself, Marsellus Vicious, exit Sakaguchi Donut, carrying a box of a dozen donuts and two large styrofoam cups of coffee. He steps off the curb, crossing the street in front of Edward's car. Laughing girl stops when she sees the big man directly in front of her. When Vicious is in front of Edward's car, he casually glances to his left, sees Edward, continues walking...then stops! "Motherfucking Bitch!" Edward does not wait for the big boss to answer his own question. She stomps on the gas pedal. The little Chevrolet slams into Vicious, sending him, the donuts and the coffee hitting the pavement at thirty miles an hour. Edward cuts into cross traffic and is broad-sided by a gold, pimp car, breaking all the windows in the chevrolet and sending it up on the sidewalk. Edward sits dazed and confused in the crumpled mess of what at one time was Wen's Chevrolet. Blood flows from her nostrils. The still-functional tape player continues to play. A pedestrian pokes his head inside. "Jesus Christ, are you okay?" he asked as Edward looks at him, spaced-out.
"I guess." he answered. Marsellus Vicious lies spawled out in the street. Gawkers gather around the body. The jerk's yelling makes Vicious come to his senses. Two pedestrians help the shaken Edward out of the wreckage as the woozy Vicious gets to his feet. "If you need a witness in court, I will be glad to help. She was a drunken maniac. She hit you and crashed into that car." The gawker said.
"Who?" Vicious said while still incoherent.
"Her" The gawker said as he pointed at Edward. Marsellus Vicious follows the gawker's finger and sees Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV down the street, looking at shambles. "Well, I will be damned." Vicious said as he takes out his Samurai Sword and starts moving toward Edward. Edward sees the fierce figure making a wobbly-bee-line toward him. "Sacre bleu." Marsellus Vicious brings up a .45 automatic and fires, but he is so hurt, shaky and dazed that his arm goes wild. He hits, a looky-loo citizen in the hip. She falls to the ground, screaming. "Oh my fucking god, I have been shot!" the citizen shouted. That was all Edward needed to see and she is out of here. Vicious continues running after him. The crowd looks agape. Edward is in a mad, limping run. The big boss' hot on his ass with a cockeyed wobbly run. Edward crosses traffic and dashes into a business with a sign that reads "Harrison's Pawnshop."
Maynard Harrison, a hillbilly-looking boy, stands behind the counter of his pawnshop when, all of a sudden, chaos in the form of Edward races into his world. "Can I help you wit' somethin'?" he said.
"Shut the fuck up!" Edward answered as she quickly takes measure of the situation, then stands next to the door.
"Now you just wait one goddamn minute --" Before Maynard Harrison can finish his threat, Vicious charges in. He does not get past the doorway because Edward lands a laptop computer in Marsellus Vicious' face.
"Come here, motherfucker!" The Red Dragon Crime Boss' feet go out from under him and the big boss falls flat on his back. Outside, two police cars with their sirens blaring race by. Edward pounces on the fallen body, pummeling him twice more in the face.
"Feel that sting big guy?! that is pride, hacking with you!" He said.
"You better kill me then!" Marsellus Vicious said.
"Yeah, someone is gonna get killed. Somebody is gonna get their motherfucking head sliced off!" Edward yelled as she takes the sword out of Marsellus Vicious' hand, than grabs ahold of his middle finger. She breaks the finger. Vicious lets out a pain sound. Edward then places the sword tip between his eyes, placing his open hand behind the tip to shield the splatter.
"-- hold it right there, goddamnit!" Maynard Harrison said as Edward and Marsellus Vicious look up at him, who is brandishing a pump-action shotgun, aimed at the two men.
"Look mister, this is none of your goddamn business --" Edward said.
" -- I am makin it my business! Now toss that sword!"
"You do not understand, man!"
"Toss the sword!" Harrison said as Edward tosses the sword.
"Now, get your foot off the Red Dragon Boss, stand up and come to the counter." Edward slowly gets up and moves to the counter.
"That motherfucker, was trying to kill me!" Edward muttered while backsweeping Marsellus Vicious in the gut. As soon as she gets there, Harrison hauls off, hitting her hard in the face with the butt of the shotgun, knocking Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV down and out. After Edward goes down, Maynard Harrison calmly lays the shotgun on the counter and moves to the telephone. Marsellus Vicious, from his position on the floor, groggily watches the pawnshop owner dial a number. Harrison waits on the line while the other end rings. Then picks it up.
"Gordon? It is Harrison. The spider caught a coupl'a flies." Harrison said as Marsellus Vicious passes out.
Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV and Marsellus Vicious are tied up in two separate chairs. In their mouths are two S&M-style ball gags (a belt goes around their heads and a little red ball sticks in their mouths). Both Edward and Vicious unconscous. Harrison steps in with a fire extinguisher and sprays them both until they are wide awake and wet as otters. The two prisoners look up at their captors. Harrison stands in front of them, fire extinguisher in one hand, shotgun in the other, and Vicious' .45 sticking in his belt. "Nobody kills anybody in my place of business 'cept me and Zed Gordon." Harrison said as the buzzer buzzes. "That' Zed Gordon." Without saying another word, Harrison climbs up the stairs that lead to red curtains and goes through them. Edward and Vicious hear on the other side of the curtains, Harrison let Gordon inside the stoor. Edward and Marsellus Vicious look around the room. The basement of the pawnshop has been converted into a dungeon. After taking in their predicament, Edward and Marsellus Vicious look at each other, all traces of hostility gone, replaced by a terror they both share at what they have gotten themselves into. Harrison and Gordon come through the curtains. Zed Gordon is an even more intense version of Maynard Harrison, if such a thing is possible. The two hillbillys are obviously brothers. Where Harrison is a vicious pitfull, Gordon is a deadly cobra. Zed Gordon walks in and stands in front of the two captives. He inspects them for a long time, then says to Harrison: "You said you waited for me?"
"I did." Harrison answered.
"Then how come they are all fuckin' beat up?" he asked.
"They did that to each other, man. They was fightin' when they came in. This one here, the tomboy was goin' to shoot the Crime Boss there."
"Is that so. You're gonna shoot him, Fag?" Gordon said to Edward. But Edward doesn't reply. "Hey, is Stella gonna be okay in front of this place?" Gordon asked.
"Yeah, it ain't Wednesday is it?" Harrison said.
"No, it's Friday."
"Then she will be fine."
"Well, Bring out The Pimp." Gordon said.
"I think the Pimp's screwing." Harrison said.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to tell 'em to stop screwing then, won't you?" Gordon said as Harrison opens a trap door in the floor.
"Get up!" Harrison yelled in the hole. He reaches into the hole and back with the rising Pimp and his ho. The Pimp is a man with a feather on his hat, wearing kinky clothes, holding a cane. His ho was dressed in a gown-like dress. half her boob is showing as she covers it up with her hands. Zed Gordon takes the chair, sits it in front of the two prisoners, then lowers into it. Maynard Harrison stands next to The Pimp and his Ho, then backs away. Harrison hangs back while Gordon appraises the two prisoners. "Who is first?" he asked.
"I am not for sure yet." Gordon answered. Then with his little finger, Gordon does a silent "Eenie, meany, miney, moe..." just his mouth mouthing the words and finger going back and forth between the two. Edward and Vicious are terrified as hell. Harrison looks back and forth at the victims. The Pimp and his Ho's eyes go from one to the other inside the mask. Gordon continues his silent sing-along with his finger moving left to right, then stops to Marsellus Vicious.
"Guess that means you big boy."
"Fuck You!" Vicious muffled out.
"Wanna do it here?" Gordon asked.
"Naw,drag the crime boss to Carlos' old room." Harrison said as Gordon grabs Marsellus Vicious' chair and drags him into Carlos' old room. Carlos, no doubt, was some other poor bastard that has the misfortune of stumbling into the Harrison Pawnshop. Whatever happened to Carlos is known only to Maynard Harrison and Zed Gordon because his old room, a back room in the back of the back room, is empty. As Vicious is dragged away, he locks eyes with Edward before he disappears behind the door of Carlos' old room. The Pimp rises along with his Ho. "Keep an eye on this one." Harrison said. The Pimp and his Ho bow their heads: "Yes". Harrison disappears into Carlos' old room. Zed Gordon turns on the stereo as suddenly, "Kim" by Slim Anus fills the air. Edward looks at the Pimp and his Ho. They giggle as if this were the funniest moment in the history of comedy. From behind the door the two hillbillys begin their rape intercourse. "Whoa, this man's got a bit of fight in 'em!" Harrison said as Edward hears Gordon and Harrison beat on Marsellus Vicious.
"You wanna fight? You wanna fight? Now go! Come on motherfucker! I like to fight!" Edward pauses, listens to the voices.
"Yeah!" Then, in a panic, hurriedly struggles to break free. The Pimp and his Ho are laughing wildly. The ropes are on too tight and Edward cannot break free. The Pimp and his Ho slap her knee laughing. He hears the hillbillys continue beating on Marsellus Vicious.
"That's it...that's it boy, you're goin' fine. Ooooooooh, just like that....that's good. Yeah!" Harrison said as he began grunting faster. "Stay still...stay still goddamn ya! Gordon goddamnit, get over here and hold 'em!" Edward stops struggling and lifts up on her arms. Then, quite easily, the padded chair back slides up and off as if it were never connected by a bolt. The Pimp sees this and rises his cane up in the air. "Mothafucka!" The Pimp and his Ho flail wildly, preparing to fight the tomboy boxer. He shouts "Mothafucka!" Edward is out of her chair, quickly dispensing three boxer's punches to the Pimp and his Ho's face. The punches knock the two out, making them fall on their backs unconscous. Edward removes the ball gag, then silently makes his way through the red curtains.
Edward sneaks to the door. On the counter is a big set of keys with a small card saying "Pimp Daddy" connected to the ring. Grabbing them, she is about to go out when she stops and listens to the hillbilly psychopaths having their way with Marsellus Vicious. Edward decides for the life of herself, she cannot leave anybody in a situation like that.
"Yee! Yee-haw! Now Motherfucker!" So she begins rooting around the pawnshop for a weapon to bash those goddamn hillbillies' heads in with. She picks up a big destructive-looking hammer, then discards it. not destructive enough. She picks up a large slugger with "Ashitaka" marked on for size and puts it back. Next, a chainsaw, thinks about it for a moment, but then she spots what she has been looking for: Marsellus Vicious' Samurai Sword. It hands in it's hand-carved wood sheath from a nail on the wall, next to a neon "El Rey's" sign. Edward takes the sword off the wall, removing it from it's sheath. It is a magnificent piece of steel. It seems to glisten in the low-wattage light of the pawnshop. Edward touches the thumb to the blade to see if the sword is just for show. Not on your damn life. It is as sharp as it gets. This weapon seems made to order for the brothers Hell downstairs. Holding the sword pointed downward, Tai-kwon-do style, he disappears through the red curtains to take care of business.
Edward quietly sneaks down the stairs leading to the dungeon. Slim Anus' "Kim" can now be heard going string behind the closed door that leads to Carlos' old room.
Edward slowly pushes the door open. It swings open silently, revealing the rapists, who have switched positions. Zed Gordon is now bent over Marsellus Vicious, who is bent over a wooden horse with his pants pulled down. Maynard Harrison watches shouting at him "Shut the fuck up!" Both have their backs to Edward. Harrison grins, while Edward comes up behind him with Vicious' Samurai Sword. Miserable, Violated, and looking like a rag doll, Marsellus Vicious, red ball gag still in mouth, opens his watery eyes to see Edward coming up behind Harrison. His eyes widen. "Hey asshole!" Harrison turns around and sees Edward holding the sword. Edward screams...with one mighty swing, slashes Harrison across the front, moving past him, eyes and blade now locked on Zed Gordon. Maynard Harrison stands trembling, his front sliced open, in shock. Edward. while never taking her eyes off Gordon, thrusts the sword behind him, skewering Maynard Harrison, then extracts it, pointing the blade toward Zed Gordon. Maynard Harrison collapses. Gordon disengages from Marsellus Vicious in a hurry and his eyes go from the tip of Edward's sword to Vicious' .45 Automatic, which lies within reach. Edward's eyes follow Zed Gordon's.
"You want that gun, Gordon? Pick it up." Gordon's hand inches toward the weapon. Edward grips the sword tighter. Zed Gordon studies Edward, she looks hard at Gordon as they both hear a voice.
"Step aside, Edward." Edward steps aside, revealing Marsellus Vicious standing behind him, holding Maynard Harrison's pump-action shotgun. Kaboom!!!! Zed Gordon is blasted in the groin. Down he goes, screaming in agony. Vicious, looking down at his whimpering rapist, ejects the used shotgun shell. Edward lowers his sword and hangs back. "You okay?" Edward asked.
"No. I am pretty fucking far from okay!" Vicious answered.
"What now, Vicious?"
"What now? Well let me tell you what now. I am gonna call a couple hard pipe-hitting Red Dragons, to go work on the holmes here with a pair of katanas, pliers and a blow torch." Vicious turns to Zed Gordon and says to him. "You hear me talking Hellbilly boy?! I am not through with you by a damn sight. I am gonna get Medieval on your ass."
"No, I mean what now, between me and you?" Edward asked him while lowering the shotgun on the ground.
"Oh, that what now? Well, let me tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more."
"So we're cool?"
"Yeah, we are cool. One thing I ask -- two things I ask: do not tell nobody about this. This shit is between me and you and Mr. soon-to-be-living-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain, Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: you leave town. Tonight. Right now. And when you are gone, stay gone. You have lost all your hacking privileges. Deal?" Vicious said.
"Deal." Edward agreed as he hands Vicious back his sword. Vicious drops the shotgun as the two shake hands, then hug one another. "Go on now, get your ass out of here." Edward leaves Carlos' old room through the red curtains. Marsellus Vicious walks over to a phone, dialing a number. "Hello Mr. Yenrai, it is Vicious. I got a bit of a situation that needs to be taken care of."
Edward, still shaking in her boots, exits the pawnshop. She looks ahead and sees, parked in front of the establishment, Gordon's Big Chrome Chopper with a teardrop gas tank that has the the name "Stella" on it. He climbs aboard, takes out the keys with the small "Pimp Daddy" sign on them and starts up the huge hog. It rumbles to life, making sounds like a rocket fighting for orbit. Edward twists the accelerator handle and speeds off.
Wen stands in front or a mirror wearing a buttoned-up trenchcoat, singing along to Mai Yamane's "The Real Folk Blues" coming from a boom box.
Edward drives down the street, humping a hot dog named "Stella." She checks her watch. It is now. 10:00. She rides up on Stella. She hops off and runs inside the motel room. "Edward, I was so worried!" Wen said.
"Wen, grab your radio and your bag and let us get the hell out of here!" Edward said.
"But what about all our bags?" He asked. "Fuck the bags. We will miss our train if we do not split now." Edward said.
"Is everything well? Are we in danger?"
"We are cool. In fact, we are supercool. But we got to go. I will wait for you outside." Edward runs out and hops back on the chopper. Wen exits the motel room with the boom box and a large bag. When he sees Edward on the chopper, he stops dead. "Where did you get this motorcycle?" Wen asked.
"It is a chopper, Wen, hop on." Edward answered as Wen slowly approaches the two-wheel demon.
"What happened to my Chevrolet?"
"Sorry, Wen, I crashed the Chev."
"You are hurt?"
"I might have broke my nose, no big deal. Hop on." Edwards looks at Wen. He doesn't move.
"Wen, we gotta hit the fucking road!" Edward said as Wen starts to cry. Edward realizes that this is not the way to get him on the bike. She turns off the engine and reaches out, taking her hand.
"I am sorry I worried you, Wen. Everything is fine. Hey, how was breakfast?" Edward said as Wen's waterworks drys up a little.
"It was good --"
"-- did you get the cherry pie?"
"No, they did not have the cherry pie. -- are you sure you are okay?"
"From the moment I left you, this has been without a doubt the single weirdest day of my entire fucking life. Climb on and I will tell you all about it." Edward said as Wen climbs on the chopper. She starts Stella up. "Edward, whose motorcycle is this?" Wen asked.
"It is a chopper." Edward answered.
"Who does it belong to?" Wen said.
"Zed Gordon's."
"Who is Zed Gordon?"
"Gordon is dead, baby, Gordon is dead." Edward said. And with that, the two lovebirds peel away on Stella, as the song "Naked Dance" by Two-Mix on the boom box rises.
"...yeah...are you still brushing your teeth?" Edward said.
"This is me. I brush my teeth all night long and into the early morning. Do you think I have a problem?" Wen said as he goes back into the bathroom to spit. If that was supposed to be sarcasm, it was lost on Edward at this early hour. Edward, still trying to chase the cobwebs away, sees on TV the Gundam Pilots on choppers tear-assing through a Vietnamese Village.
"What are you watching?" Edward asked.
"A Vietnam War movie, I am not sure of the name." Wen answered.
"Are you watching it?" Edward said as Wen enters the room.
"In a way. Why? Would you like for me to switch it off?" Wen asked.
"Would you please?" Edward answered as he reaches over and turns off the TV. "It is a little too early in the morning for explosions and war at Vietnam." Edward said.
"What was it about?" Wen asked.
"How should I know, you were the one watching it." Edward answered.
"No, damn it, what was your dream about?" Wen laughed.
"Oh, I...do not remember. It is really rare I remember a dream." Edward said.
"You just woke up from it." Wen said.
"Wen. I am not lying to you, I don't remember."
"Well, let's look at the grumpy woman in the morning. I did not say you were lying, it is just odd you do not remember your dreams. I always remember mine. Did you know you talk in your sleep?"
"I do not talk in my sleep, do I talk in my sleep?" Edward asked.
"You did last night." Wen answered.
"What did I say?" Edward said, Wen lays on top of him.
"I do not know. I couldn't understand you." Wen said as he kisses Edward.
"Why do you not get up and we will get some breakfast at that breakfast place with the pancakes."
"One more kiss and I will get up." Edward said as Wen gives her a sweet long kiss.
"Satisfied?" He asked.
"Yep."
"Then get up, Edward." Wen said as Edward climbs out of bed and starts pulling clothes out of the suitcase that Wen brought.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Almost nine in the morning." Wen answered.
"What time does our time arrive?"
"Twelve." Edward answered while looking at a pair of pants.
"Those pants are very nice. Can you wear those with that nice red shirt you have?" Wen said as she pulls a blue shirt out of the suitcase.
"This one?"
"That is the one. That matches."
"Okay." Edward said as she gets dressed for the occasion.
"I am gonna order a big plate of pancakes with maple syrup, eggs over easy, and five sausages." Wen said while Edward becomes surprised at Wen's potential appetite.
"Anything to drink with that?" Edward asked while Wen was referring to her clothes.
"Oh yes, that looks nice. To drink, a tall glass of orange juice and a black cup of hot cocoa. After that, I am going to have a slice of pie." Wen said as Edward goes through the suitcase.
"Pie for breakfast?"
"Any time of the day is a good time for pie. Cherry pie to go with the pancakes. And on top, two slices of french toast --"
"--where are my goggles?" she asked.
"It is there." Wen answered.
"No, it is not. It is not here."
"Have you looked?" Wen said as by now, Edward is frantically rummaging through the suitcase.
"Yes I have fucking looked!!" Edward answered while now throwing her clothes. "What the fuck do you think I am doing?! Are you sure you got it?"
Wen can hardly speak, she is never seen Edward this way. "Uhhh...yes...beside the desktop --"
"-- on the laptop computer."
"Yes, it was on your laptop computer." Wen said.
"Well it is not here!" Edward said as Wen is close to be on the verge of tears.
"Well it should be!"
"Oh yes it most definitely should be here, but it is not. So where the fuck are they!?" Edward said. Wen is now crying and scared. Edward lowers her voice, which only serves to make her more menacing. "Wen, they were my father's fucking goggles. You know what my father went through to get me them goggles?...I do not wanna get into it right now...but he went through a lot. Now all this other fucking shit, you could of set on fire, but I specifically reminded you not to forget my father's goggles. Now think, did you get them?" Edward explained.
"I believe so...." Wen answered.
"You believe so? You either did, or you did not, now which one is it?" Edward shouted.
"Then I did." Wen said.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"No." Wen said shakingly.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Motherfucker! Fucking Dickhead!" Edward Tivrusky freaks out, she punches the air. Wen screams and backs into the corner, Edward picks up the motel TV and throws it against the wall. Wen screams in horror. Edward looks towards her, then suddenly calms down. "No! It is not your fault." Edward said as she approached to Wen.
"You left it at the apartment." She bends down in front of her boyfriend who has sunk to the floor. She touches his hand, he flinches. "If you did leave it at the apartment, it is not your fault. I had you bring a bunch of stuff. I reminded you about it, but I did not illustrate how personal the goggles were to me. If all I gave a fuck about were my goggles, I should have told you. You are not a mind reader." She kisses his cheek. Then rises. Wen is still sniffling as Edward goes to her closet. "I am sorry." Wen said as Edward puts on her black leather jacket.
"Do not be. It just means I will not be able to eat breakfast with you." She said.
"Why does it mean that?" Wen asked.
"Because I am going back to my apartment to get my goggles." she answered.
"Will the Red Dragon Syndicate be looking for you there?" he asked.
"That is what I am gonna find out. If they are, and I do not think I can handle it, I will split." Edward said while rising from the floor.
"My darling Edward, I do not want you to be murdered over some silly golden goggles." Wen said.
"One, they are not silly golden goggles. Two, I am not gonna be murdered. And three, do not be scared. I will not let anything get in the way of us living a happy life together." Edward said as she brings Wen close and puts her hands on his face.
"Do not feel bad, Wen. Nothing you could ever do would make me permanently angry at you. I love you, remember?" Edward paused for a moment, looking at Wen and dug out some woolong out of her wallet. "Now here is some woolong, order those pancakes and have a great breakfast."
"Please, do not go."
"I will be back before you can say ---"
"Cherry Pie." Wen interrupted.
"Well maybe not that fast, but fast. I am gonna take your Chevrolet. Okay?" Edward said.
"Okay." Wen said as Edward kisses him once more and heads for the door. And with that, she is out the door.
Edward is beating the steering wheel and the dash with his fists as he drives down the street, with "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen playing on her radio. "Shit, of all the fucking things he could fucking forget, he forgets my father's goggles. I specifically reminded him not to fucking forget them. "Beside the desktop -- on the laptop computer." I said the words 'Do not forget my father's goggles.'" Edward said.
The little Chevrolet races towards its destination as fast as its little engine will take it.
"What the fuck am I doing? Have I taken one too many hits to the head? That has got to be it. Brain Damage is the only excuse for this dumb of a move. Stop the car, Edward." She kept on driving, paying no attention to herself. "Edward, I am talking to you. Put-your-foot-on-the-goddamn-break!" Edward's foot slams down hard on the break. The little Chevrolet skids to a stop in the middle of the street. Edward hops out of the car like it was on fire. She begins pacing back and forth, talking to herself, oblivious to passerby and traffic. "I am not going to do this. This is a fucking punchy move and I am not fucking punchy! Daddy would totally fucking understand. If he was here right now, he would say, 'Edward, get a grip. They are just fucking goggles, woman. You lose them, you get another pair. This is your life you are fucking around with, which you should not be doing because you only got one.'" Edward continues to pace, but now he is silent. Then... "This is my goddamn war. You see, Edward, what you are forgetting is those goggles are not just a device. They are a symbol of how your father, and his father before him, and his father before him, distinguished themselves in war. And when I took Marsellus Vicious' Woolong, I started a war. This is World War IV. That apartment in Venus, that is my Wake Island. In fact, if you look at it that way, it is almost kismet that Wen left it behind. And using that perspective, going back for it is not stupid. It may be dangerous but it is not stupid. Because there are certain things in this world that are worth going back for." That is it, Edward has talked herself into it again. She hops in the car, starts it up and takes off.
Edward is not completely reckless. She has parked her car a couple of blocks from her apartment to check things out before she goes bopping through the front door.
Edward walks down the alley until she gets to another street, then he discreetly glances out.
Everything seems normal. More or less the right number of cars in the street. None of the parked cars appear out of place. None of them have a couple of goons sitting inside. Basically, it looks like normal morning activity in front of Edward's home. Edward peers around a wall, taking in the vital information. "Everything looks hunky dorie. Looks can be deceiving, but this time I do not think they are. Why waste the manpower to stake out my place. I would have to be a fucking idiot to come back here. That is how you are gonna beat them Edward Tivrusky, they keep underestimating you." she said to himself as she walks out of the alley and is ready for anything. She crosses the street and enters her apartment courtyard. Across the street from Edward's building, on the corner, is a combination donut shop and japanese restaurant. A big sign sticks up in the air with japanese letters on it with the translation "Sakaguchi Donut" on top and a graphic of a donut sticking out of a bowl of rice and noodles.
Edward is in the courtyard of her apartment building. Once again, everything appears normal -- the laundry room, the pool, her apartment door -- nothing appears disturbed except a radio on the window advertising Megumi Hayashibara's next concert tour and then plays "Tamashii No Refuran". Edward climbs the stairs leading to her apartment, number 10. She steps outside the door and listens inside. Nothing. Edward slowly inserts the key into the door, quietly opening it.
Edward's apartment has not been touched. She cautiously steps inside, shuts the door and takes a quick look around. Obviously, no one is there. Edward walks into her modest kitchen, and opens the refrigerator. She takes out a carton of milk and drinks from it "Looking good, Edward." She said. With carton in hand, Edward surveys the apartment. Then she goes to the bedroom. Her bedroom is like the rest of the apartment -- neat, clean and anonymous. The only things personal in his room are a few boxing trophies, an Olympic silver medal, a framed issue of "Hentai Magazine" with Faye Valentine on the cover, and a poster of Vash The Stampede and one of Gene Starwind. Sure enough, there are the goggles just like she said it was: on the desktop, laying on top of the laptop computer. She walks through the apartment and back into the kitchen. She opens a cupboard and takes out a couple slices of bread. Putting down the milk, she opens the bread, takes out two slices and puts them in the toaster. Edward glances to her right, her eyes fall on something. What he sees is a huge samurai sword, laying on her kitchen counter. "Holy shit." She said softly as she picks up the intimidating piece of weaponry and examines it. Then...a toilet flushes. Edward looks up to the bathroom door, which is parallel to the kitchen. There is someone behind it. Like a wolf caught by Oboshi, Edward freezes, not knowing what the fuck to do. The bathroom door opens and Spike Spiegel steps out of the bathroom, tightening his belt. Edward and Spike lock eyes. Spike freezes. Edward does not moce, except to point the sword in Spike's direction. Neither one opens their mouth. Then...the toaster loudly kicks up the slices of toast. That is all the situation needed. Edward swiftly slices Spike Spiegel in two. Lifting both parts in the air, propelling him through the air and crashing through the glass shower door at the end of the bathroom. By the time Edward stops, Spike is annihilated. Edward stands frozen, amazed at what just happened. His look goes from the blood bath in the bathroom that was once Spike Spiegel, down to the powerful piece of slice and dice sushi in his grip. With the respect it deserves, Edward carefully places the samurai sword back on the kitchen counter. Then he exits the apartment quickly.
Edward, not running, but walking very rapidly, crosses the courtyard... ...comes out of the apartment building, crosses the street.... ...goes through the alley.... ...and into her car.
Edward cranks the car into gear and drives away as "Paint It Black" by The Rolling Stones plays on his radio. "The big wide smile of a sole survivor breaks across her face.
The Chevrolet turns down the alley and slowly cruises by his apartment building. Edward looks out the window at her former home. "That is how you are gonna beat them, Edward. They keep underestimating you." The boxer/hacker breaks a smile on her face. When the music started playing, she sings along with it. "I see a red door, and I want to Paint it black. No colors anymore, I want them to turn black." She drives by the apartment, but is stopped at the light on the corner across from Sakaguchi Donut. "I see the girls go by dressed in their summer clothes. I had to turn my head until my darkness goes." Edward is still singing along with the song as she sees through the windshield. The big boss himself, Marsellus Vicious, exit Sakaguchi Donut, carrying a box of a dozen donuts and two large styrofoam cups of coffee. He steps off the curb, crossing the street in front of Edward's car. Laughing girl stops when she sees the big man directly in front of her. When Vicious is in front of Edward's car, he casually glances to his left, sees Edward, continues walking...then stops! "Motherfucking Bitch!" Edward does not wait for the big boss to answer his own question. She stomps on the gas pedal. The little Chevrolet slams into Vicious, sending him, the donuts and the coffee hitting the pavement at thirty miles an hour. Edward cuts into cross traffic and is broad-sided by a gold, pimp car, breaking all the windows in the chevrolet and sending it up on the sidewalk. Edward sits dazed and confused in the crumpled mess of what at one time was Wen's Chevrolet. Blood flows from her nostrils. The still-functional tape player continues to play. A pedestrian pokes his head inside. "Jesus Christ, are you okay?" he asked as Edward looks at him, spaced-out.
"I guess." he answered. Marsellus Vicious lies spawled out in the street. Gawkers gather around the body. The jerk's yelling makes Vicious come to his senses. Two pedestrians help the shaken Edward out of the wreckage as the woozy Vicious gets to his feet. "If you need a witness in court, I will be glad to help. She was a drunken maniac. She hit you and crashed into that car." The gawker said.
"Who?" Vicious said while still incoherent.
"Her" The gawker said as he pointed at Edward. Marsellus Vicious follows the gawker's finger and sees Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV down the street, looking at shambles. "Well, I will be damned." Vicious said as he takes out his Samurai Sword and starts moving toward Edward. Edward sees the fierce figure making a wobbly-bee-line toward him. "Sacre bleu." Marsellus Vicious brings up a .45 automatic and fires, but he is so hurt, shaky and dazed that his arm goes wild. He hits, a looky-loo citizen in the hip. She falls to the ground, screaming. "Oh my fucking god, I have been shot!" the citizen shouted. That was all Edward needed to see and she is out of here. Vicious continues running after him. The crowd looks agape. Edward is in a mad, limping run. The big boss' hot on his ass with a cockeyed wobbly run. Edward crosses traffic and dashes into a business with a sign that reads "Harrison's Pawnshop."
Maynard Harrison, a hillbilly-looking boy, stands behind the counter of his pawnshop when, all of a sudden, chaos in the form of Edward races into his world. "Can I help you wit' somethin'?" he said.
"Shut the fuck up!" Edward answered as she quickly takes measure of the situation, then stands next to the door.
"Now you just wait one goddamn minute --" Before Maynard Harrison can finish his threat, Vicious charges in. He does not get past the doorway because Edward lands a laptop computer in Marsellus Vicious' face.
"Come here, motherfucker!" The Red Dragon Crime Boss' feet go out from under him and the big boss falls flat on his back. Outside, two police cars with their sirens blaring race by. Edward pounces on the fallen body, pummeling him twice more in the face.
"Feel that sting big guy?! that is pride, hacking with you!" He said.
"You better kill me then!" Marsellus Vicious said.
"Yeah, someone is gonna get killed. Somebody is gonna get their motherfucking head sliced off!" Edward yelled as she takes the sword out of Marsellus Vicious' hand, than grabs ahold of his middle finger. She breaks the finger. Vicious lets out a pain sound. Edward then places the sword tip between his eyes, placing his open hand behind the tip to shield the splatter.
"-- hold it right there, goddamnit!" Maynard Harrison said as Edward and Marsellus Vicious look up at him, who is brandishing a pump-action shotgun, aimed at the two men.
"Look mister, this is none of your goddamn business --" Edward said.
" -- I am makin it my business! Now toss that sword!"
"You do not understand, man!"
"Toss the sword!" Harrison said as Edward tosses the sword.
"Now, get your foot off the Red Dragon Boss, stand up and come to the counter." Edward slowly gets up and moves to the counter.
"That motherfucker, was trying to kill me!" Edward muttered while backsweeping Marsellus Vicious in the gut. As soon as she gets there, Harrison hauls off, hitting her hard in the face with the butt of the shotgun, knocking Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV down and out. After Edward goes down, Maynard Harrison calmly lays the shotgun on the counter and moves to the telephone. Marsellus Vicious, from his position on the floor, groggily watches the pawnshop owner dial a number. Harrison waits on the line while the other end rings. Then picks it up.
"Gordon? It is Harrison. The spider caught a coupl'a flies." Harrison said as Marsellus Vicious passes out.
Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV and Marsellus Vicious are tied up in two separate chairs. In their mouths are two S&M-style ball gags (a belt goes around their heads and a little red ball sticks in their mouths). Both Edward and Vicious unconscous. Harrison steps in with a fire extinguisher and sprays them both until they are wide awake and wet as otters. The two prisoners look up at their captors. Harrison stands in front of them, fire extinguisher in one hand, shotgun in the other, and Vicious' .45 sticking in his belt. "Nobody kills anybody in my place of business 'cept me and Zed Gordon." Harrison said as the buzzer buzzes. "That' Zed Gordon." Without saying another word, Harrison climbs up the stairs that lead to red curtains and goes through them. Edward and Vicious hear on the other side of the curtains, Harrison let Gordon inside the stoor. Edward and Marsellus Vicious look around the room. The basement of the pawnshop has been converted into a dungeon. After taking in their predicament, Edward and Marsellus Vicious look at each other, all traces of hostility gone, replaced by a terror they both share at what they have gotten themselves into. Harrison and Gordon come through the curtains. Zed Gordon is an even more intense version of Maynard Harrison, if such a thing is possible. The two hillbillys are obviously brothers. Where Harrison is a vicious pitfull, Gordon is a deadly cobra. Zed Gordon walks in and stands in front of the two captives. He inspects them for a long time, then says to Harrison: "You said you waited for me?"
"I did." Harrison answered.
"Then how come they are all fuckin' beat up?" he asked.
"They did that to each other, man. They was fightin' when they came in. This one here, the tomboy was goin' to shoot the Crime Boss there."
"Is that so. You're gonna shoot him, Fag?" Gordon said to Edward. But Edward doesn't reply. "Hey, is Stella gonna be okay in front of this place?" Gordon asked.
"Yeah, it ain't Wednesday is it?" Harrison said.
"No, it's Friday."
"Then she will be fine."
"Well, Bring out The Pimp." Gordon said.
"I think the Pimp's screwing." Harrison said.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to tell 'em to stop screwing then, won't you?" Gordon said as Harrison opens a trap door in the floor.
"Get up!" Harrison yelled in the hole. He reaches into the hole and back with the rising Pimp and his ho. The Pimp is a man with a feather on his hat, wearing kinky clothes, holding a cane. His ho was dressed in a gown-like dress. half her boob is showing as she covers it up with her hands. Zed Gordon takes the chair, sits it in front of the two prisoners, then lowers into it. Maynard Harrison stands next to The Pimp and his Ho, then backs away. Harrison hangs back while Gordon appraises the two prisoners. "Who is first?" he asked.
"I am not for sure yet." Gordon answered. Then with his little finger, Gordon does a silent "Eenie, meany, miney, moe..." just his mouth mouthing the words and finger going back and forth between the two. Edward and Vicious are terrified as hell. Harrison looks back and forth at the victims. The Pimp and his Ho's eyes go from one to the other inside the mask. Gordon continues his silent sing-along with his finger moving left to right, then stops to Marsellus Vicious.
"Guess that means you big boy."
"Fuck You!" Vicious muffled out.
"Wanna do it here?" Gordon asked.
"Naw,drag the crime boss to Carlos' old room." Harrison said as Gordon grabs Marsellus Vicious' chair and drags him into Carlos' old room. Carlos, no doubt, was some other poor bastard that has the misfortune of stumbling into the Harrison Pawnshop. Whatever happened to Carlos is known only to Maynard Harrison and Zed Gordon because his old room, a back room in the back of the back room, is empty. As Vicious is dragged away, he locks eyes with Edward before he disappears behind the door of Carlos' old room. The Pimp rises along with his Ho. "Keep an eye on this one." Harrison said. The Pimp and his Ho bow their heads: "Yes". Harrison disappears into Carlos' old room. Zed Gordon turns on the stereo as suddenly, "Kim" by Slim Anus fills the air. Edward looks at the Pimp and his Ho. They giggle as if this were the funniest moment in the history of comedy. From behind the door the two hillbillys begin their rape intercourse. "Whoa, this man's got a bit of fight in 'em!" Harrison said as Edward hears Gordon and Harrison beat on Marsellus Vicious.
"You wanna fight? You wanna fight? Now go! Come on motherfucker! I like to fight!" Edward pauses, listens to the voices.
"Yeah!" Then, in a panic, hurriedly struggles to break free. The Pimp and his Ho are laughing wildly. The ropes are on too tight and Edward cannot break free. The Pimp and his Ho slap her knee laughing. He hears the hillbillys continue beating on Marsellus Vicious.
"That's it...that's it boy, you're goin' fine. Ooooooooh, just like that....that's good. Yeah!" Harrison said as he began grunting faster. "Stay still...stay still goddamn ya! Gordon goddamnit, get over here and hold 'em!" Edward stops struggling and lifts up on her arms. Then, quite easily, the padded chair back slides up and off as if it were never connected by a bolt. The Pimp sees this and rises his cane up in the air. "Mothafucka!" The Pimp and his Ho flail wildly, preparing to fight the tomboy boxer. He shouts "Mothafucka!" Edward is out of her chair, quickly dispensing three boxer's punches to the Pimp and his Ho's face. The punches knock the two out, making them fall on their backs unconscous. Edward removes the ball gag, then silently makes his way through the red curtains.
Edward sneaks to the door. On the counter is a big set of keys with a small card saying "Pimp Daddy" connected to the ring. Grabbing them, she is about to go out when she stops and listens to the hillbilly psychopaths having their way with Marsellus Vicious. Edward decides for the life of herself, she cannot leave anybody in a situation like that.
"Yee! Yee-haw! Now Motherfucker!" So she begins rooting around the pawnshop for a weapon to bash those goddamn hillbillies' heads in with. She picks up a big destructive-looking hammer, then discards it. not destructive enough. She picks up a large slugger with "Ashitaka" marked on for size and puts it back. Next, a chainsaw, thinks about it for a moment, but then she spots what she has been looking for: Marsellus Vicious' Samurai Sword. It hands in it's hand-carved wood sheath from a nail on the wall, next to a neon "El Rey's" sign. Edward takes the sword off the wall, removing it from it's sheath. It is a magnificent piece of steel. It seems to glisten in the low-wattage light of the pawnshop. Edward touches the thumb to the blade to see if the sword is just for show. Not on your damn life. It is as sharp as it gets. This weapon seems made to order for the brothers Hell downstairs. Holding the sword pointed downward, Tai-kwon-do style, he disappears through the red curtains to take care of business.
Edward quietly sneaks down the stairs leading to the dungeon. Slim Anus' "Kim" can now be heard going string behind the closed door that leads to Carlos' old room.
Edward slowly pushes the door open. It swings open silently, revealing the rapists, who have switched positions. Zed Gordon is now bent over Marsellus Vicious, who is bent over a wooden horse with his pants pulled down. Maynard Harrison watches shouting at him "Shut the fuck up!" Both have their backs to Edward. Harrison grins, while Edward comes up behind him with Vicious' Samurai Sword. Miserable, Violated, and looking like a rag doll, Marsellus Vicious, red ball gag still in mouth, opens his watery eyes to see Edward coming up behind Harrison. His eyes widen. "Hey asshole!" Harrison turns around and sees Edward holding the sword. Edward screams...with one mighty swing, slashes Harrison across the front, moving past him, eyes and blade now locked on Zed Gordon. Maynard Harrison stands trembling, his front sliced open, in shock. Edward. while never taking her eyes off Gordon, thrusts the sword behind him, skewering Maynard Harrison, then extracts it, pointing the blade toward Zed Gordon. Maynard Harrison collapses. Gordon disengages from Marsellus Vicious in a hurry and his eyes go from the tip of Edward's sword to Vicious' .45 Automatic, which lies within reach. Edward's eyes follow Zed Gordon's.
"You want that gun, Gordon? Pick it up." Gordon's hand inches toward the weapon. Edward grips the sword tighter. Zed Gordon studies Edward, she looks hard at Gordon as they both hear a voice.
"Step aside, Edward." Edward steps aside, revealing Marsellus Vicious standing behind him, holding Maynard Harrison's pump-action shotgun. Kaboom!!!! Zed Gordon is blasted in the groin. Down he goes, screaming in agony. Vicious, looking down at his whimpering rapist, ejects the used shotgun shell. Edward lowers his sword and hangs back. "You okay?" Edward asked.
"No. I am pretty fucking far from okay!" Vicious answered.
"What now, Vicious?"
"What now? Well let me tell you what now. I am gonna call a couple hard pipe-hitting Red Dragons, to go work on the holmes here with a pair of katanas, pliers and a blow torch." Vicious turns to Zed Gordon and says to him. "You hear me talking Hellbilly boy?! I am not through with you by a damn sight. I am gonna get Medieval on your ass."
"No, I mean what now, between me and you?" Edward asked him while lowering the shotgun on the ground.
"Oh, that what now? Well, let me tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more."
"So we're cool?"
"Yeah, we are cool. One thing I ask -- two things I ask: do not tell nobody about this. This shit is between me and you and Mr. soon-to-be-living-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain, Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: you leave town. Tonight. Right now. And when you are gone, stay gone. You have lost all your hacking privileges. Deal?" Vicious said.
"Deal." Edward agreed as he hands Vicious back his sword. Vicious drops the shotgun as the two shake hands, then hug one another. "Go on now, get your ass out of here." Edward leaves Carlos' old room through the red curtains. Marsellus Vicious walks over to a phone, dialing a number. "Hello Mr. Yenrai, it is Vicious. I got a bit of a situation that needs to be taken care of."
Edward, still shaking in her boots, exits the pawnshop. She looks ahead and sees, parked in front of the establishment, Gordon's Big Chrome Chopper with a teardrop gas tank that has the the name "Stella" on it. He climbs aboard, takes out the keys with the small "Pimp Daddy" sign on them and starts up the huge hog. It rumbles to life, making sounds like a rocket fighting for orbit. Edward twists the accelerator handle and speeds off.
Wen stands in front or a mirror wearing a buttoned-up trenchcoat, singing along to Mai Yamane's "The Real Folk Blues" coming from a boom box.
Edward drives down the street, humping a hot dog named "Stella." She checks her watch. It is now. 10:00. She rides up on Stella. She hops off and runs inside the motel room. "Edward, I was so worried!" Wen said.
"Wen, grab your radio and your bag and let us get the hell out of here!" Edward said.
"But what about all our bags?" He asked. "Fuck the bags. We will miss our train if we do not split now." Edward said.
"Is everything well? Are we in danger?"
"We are cool. In fact, we are supercool. But we got to go. I will wait for you outside." Edward runs out and hops back on the chopper. Wen exits the motel room with the boom box and a large bag. When he sees Edward on the chopper, he stops dead. "Where did you get this motorcycle?" Wen asked.
"It is a chopper, Wen, hop on." Edward answered as Wen slowly approaches the two-wheel demon.
"What happened to my Chevrolet?"
"Sorry, Wen, I crashed the Chev."
"You are hurt?"
"I might have broke my nose, no big deal. Hop on." Edwards looks at Wen. He doesn't move.
"Wen, we gotta hit the fucking road!" Edward said as Wen starts to cry. Edward realizes that this is not the way to get him on the bike. She turns off the engine and reaches out, taking her hand.
"I am sorry I worried you, Wen. Everything is fine. Hey, how was breakfast?" Edward said as Wen's waterworks drys up a little.
"It was good --"
"-- did you get the cherry pie?"
"No, they did not have the cherry pie. -- are you sure you are okay?"
"From the moment I left you, this has been without a doubt the single weirdest day of my entire fucking life. Climb on and I will tell you all about it." Edward said as Wen climbs on the chopper. She starts Stella up. "Edward, whose motorcycle is this?" Wen asked.
"It is a chopper." Edward answered.
"Who does it belong to?" Wen said.
"Zed Gordon's."
"Who is Zed Gordon?"
"Gordon is dead, baby, Gordon is dead." Edward said. And with that, the two lovebirds peel away on Stella, as the song "Naked Dance" by Two-Mix on the boom box rises.
