Jet Black, alone, takes a mouthful of muffin, then... Coffee and Shaft Brother prepare for their heist.
"I love you, Shaft Brother."
"I love you, Coffee." And with that, Shaft Brother and Coffee grab their weapons, stand up and rob the restuarant. Shaft Brother's robbery personality is that of the in-control professional. Coffee's Personality is that of the pure psychopathic, hair-triggered, loose cannon.
"Everybody be fucking cool this is a robbery!" Shaft Brother yelled out to all.
"Any of you fucking pricks move and I will execute every motherfucking last one of you! Got that?!" Coffee shouted out. Jet looks up, not believing what the hell he is seeing. Under the table, Jet's hand goes to his .45 automatic. He pulls it out, cocking it. "Customers stay seated, waitresses on the fucking floor!" Shaft Brother shouted.
"Now mean fucking now! Do it or die, do it or fucking die!" Coffee said and like lighting, Shaft Brother moves over to the kitchen. While Coffee screams out threats to the patrons, keeping them all terrified. "You fucking mexicans in the kitchen, get the fuck out of here! Asta luego! On the floor or I will cook your ass, comprende?" Four cooks and five busboys come out of the kitchen as the terrified manager speaks up. "I am the manager here, there is no problem, no problem at all --" he said as Shaft Brother heads his way. "You are going to give me a problem?" Shaft Brother reaches him and sticks the barrel of his gun hard in the manager's neck. "What? You said you are going to give me a fucking problem?"
"No, I am not. I am not going to give you any problem!"
"I do not know, Coffee. He looks like the hero type to us!"
"Do not take any chances. Just execute him!" Coffee shouted while the patrons scream. Jet Black watches all this silently, his hand tightly gripping the .45 Automatic under the table. "Please do not! I am not a hero. I am just a coffee shop manager, damn it. Take anything you want and leave us in peace."
"Now you talk to the customers, you tell them to be fucking cool! And this will all be over! You understand me?!" Shaft Brother said.
"Everybody just be calm and cooperate with them and this will all be over soon!" The manager announced.
"Well done, now get your fucking ass on the ground." Shaft Brother said as he pushed the coffee shop manager to the ground. Spike Spiegel, on the toilet, oblivious to the pandemonium heist outside, reads his 'Red Dragon' book. Shaft Brother opens the cash register drawer, stuffing most of the woolong from the till into his pocket. Then walks from behind the counter with a trash bag in his hand. "Alright people, I am going to come around and collect your wallets. Do not fucking talk. Just throw them in the bag. are we clear? I said are we fucking clear?!" The hostages nodded to Shaft Brother as he goes around the restaurant collecting wallets from the patrons. Jet sits with his .45 ready to spit under the table. Shaft Brother sees Jet Black sitting in his booth, holding his wallet and Marsellus Vicious' briefcase next to him. Shaft Brother crosses to him, his tone more respectful, mannering him more on guard. "In the bag." Jet drops his wallet in the bag. Using his gun as a pointer, while Shaft Brother points to the briefcase. "What is in that?"
"My boss' dirty weapons."
"You boss makes you wash his weapons?"
"When he wants them clean."
"Sounds like a blowjob."
"Funny, I have been thinking the same thing."
"Open it up." Shaft Brother ordered him as Jet's free hand lays palm flat on the briefcase. "I am afraid I cannot do that." Jet said. Shaft Brother is now definitely surprised by his answer. He aims the gun right in the middle of Jet Black's right eye and pulls back the hammer. "I did not hear you."
"Yes you did." This exchange becomes kind of quiet, not everybody heard it, but Coffee senses something is wrong. "What is going on?" she asked.
"Looks like we got a vigilante in our midst." Shaft Brother answered.
"Shoot him in the face!"
"I do not mean to shatter your ego, but this is not the first time I have had a gun pointed at me."
"You do not open up that fucking case, it is going to be the last."
"Stop causing problems, you will get us all killed! Just give them what you got and get them out of here."
"Shut the fuck up, fat man, this is none of your goddamn business!" Jet shouted out as Coffee scans the restaurant. "Be cool, Coffee. Be cool. I got it all under control here. I am counting to three, and if your hand is not off that briefcase, I am going to unload right in your motherfucking face. Clear?" Shaft Brother warned Jet as he closed his eyes. "One... ...two..." Jet Black shoots Shaft Brother twice, up through the table, sending him to the floor. While still in the booth, he swings around to Coffee, who has aimed at Jet, but slowed down by the shock of Shaft Brother getting shot. He fires three times. Coffee takes all three hits in the chest. As she falls screaming, she fires wildly, hitting a long hair yuppie-scum. "She shot me! I am dying!" the yuppie yelled out as Jet Black now brings the gun down to Shaft Brother's face. Shaft Brother lies shot on the floor at Jet's feet. Shaft Brother looks up at the big gun. "Wrong guy, Eddie." Jet fires straight into Shaft Brother's cheekbone, blinding up with a flash from the gun. Jet Black's eyes are still closed, now suddenly open as Shaft Brother still stands, holding the gun on his right eye as he raises his hand off the briefcase. "...three."
"You win. It is all yours, Eddie."
"Open it." Shaft Brother said as Jet flips the locks and opens Marsellus Vicious' briefcase. The same light shines from the case as Shaft Brother's expression goes to amazement. Coffee, across the room, cannot see shit. "What is it? What is it?"
"It is beautiful. Is that what I think it is?" he asked softly as Jet nods his head "yes."
"Goddammit, what is it?" Coffee asked. Jet slams the case closed, then sits back, as if he is offering the case to Shaft Brother. Shaft Brother, one big smile, bends over to pick up the case and like a wolf, Jet Black's free hand grabs the wrist of Shaft Brother's gun hand, slamming it on the table. His other hand comes from under the table and sticks the barrel of his .45 hand under Shaft Brother's chin as Coffee freaks out, waving her gun in Jet's direction. "You let him go! Let him go! I will blow your fucking head off! I will kill you! I will kill you! You are going to die, you are going to fucking die bad!"
"Tell that bitch to be cool! Say, bitch be cool! Say, bitch be cool! Tell that fucking bitch to chill!" Jet shouted out to Shaft Brother.
"Chill out, Coffee!"
"Let him go!"
"Tell her it is going to be okay." Jet said softly.
"I am going to be alright."
"Promise her."
"I promise."
"Tell her to chill."
"Just chill out, Coffee."
"What is her name?"
"Coffee." Shaft Brother answered. Whenever Jet Black talks to Coffee, he never looks at her, only at Shaft Brother. "So, are we cool Coffee? We are not going to do anything stupid, are we?" Jet asked her as she began to cry.
"Do not hurt him."
"Nobody is going to hurt anybody. We are going to be like three Duos. And what is Duo like?" Jet asked but there was no answer. "Come on, Coffee, What is Duo Maxwell like?"
"He is cool?" Coffee said unsuringly through tears.
"Correct-amundo! And that is what we are going to be, we are going to be cool." Jet said as he now turned his sight to Shaft Brother. "Now Eddie, I am going to count to three and I want you to let go of your gun and lay your palms flat on the table. But when you do it, you do it cool. Ready? One...two...three." Shaft Brother lets go of his gun and places both hands on the table, looking at Jet Black. But Coffee cannot stand it anymore. "Okay, now let him go!"
"Coffee, I thought you were going to be cool. Now, when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. When I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that is when motherfuckers accidentally get shot."
"Just so you know: you hurt him, you die." Coffee said more conversationally.
"Well that seems to be the situation. Now I do not want that and you do not want that and Eddie here definitely does not want that either. So let us see what we can do." Jet said as he explains to Shaft Brother. "Now this is the situation. Normally both of your asses would be dead as fucking sushi. But you happened to pull this shit while I am in a transitional period. I do not want to kill you, I want to help you. But I am afraid I cannot give you this briefcase. Because it does not belong to me. Besides, I went through too much bullshit this morning on account of this case just to hand it over to your dumbasses."
"What the fuck is going on here?" Coffee whips her gun toward the stranger. Spike Spiegel, by the bathroom, has his gun out, dead-aimed at Coffee. "It is cool, Spike! It is cool! Do not do a goddamn thing! Coffee, it is cool, nothing has changed. We are still just talking, Tell her we are still cool, Eddie." Jet said to Spike, Coffee and Shaft Brother.
"It is cool, Coffee, we are still cool." Shaft Brother said.
"What the hell is going on, Jet?" Spike asked, raising his gun at Coffee.
"Nothing I cannot handle. I want you to just hang back and do not do shit unless it is absolutely necessary." Jet explained.
"Check."
"Coffee, how are we doing, girl?"
"I got to go take a piss! I want to go home." Coffee answered.
"Just hang in there, dear, you are doing great, Eddie is proud of you and so am I. It is almost over with." Jet said as he now turned back to Shaft Brother. "Now I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet."
"Which one is it?"
"It is the one that says 'Tough Motherfucker' on it" Jet said as Shaft Brother looks in the bag and -- sure enough -- there is a wallet with 'Tough Motherfucker' embroidered on it. "That is my tough motherfucker. Now open it up and take out the woolong. How much is there?"
"About twenty-five hundred woolong
"Put it in your pocket, it is yours. Now with the rest of them wallets and the register, that makes this a pretty successful huge score." Jet said.
"Jet, if you give that fucking cocksucker twenty-five woolong, I am going to shoot him on general principle." Spike impatiently said as Coffee turned her direction to Spike Spiegel.
"Now, Coffee! He is not going to do a goddamn motherfucking thing, Spike Spiegel shut the fuck up!" Jet shouted out as Coffee turned back to Jet. "Besides I am not giving it to him. I am buying something for my woolong. You want to know what I am buying Eddie?"
"What?"
"Your life. I am giving you that woolong so I do not have to kill your dumbass. You read the bible?" Jet said.
"Not regularly."
"There is a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the
righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish
and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of
charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the
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 I am the Black Dog when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been saying that shit for years. And if you ever heard of it, it means your ass. I never really questioned what it really means. I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap straight in his ass. But I saw some shit this morning which made me think ten time. Now I am thinking, it could mean you are the wicked man. And I am the savior. And Mr. .45 here, he is the one protecting my savior ass in the valley of darkness. Or you are the savior and I am the one who is the savior's protector and it is the world that is wicked and cruel. I would like that. But that bullshit is not the truth. The truth is you are the pathetic. And I am the hunter of wicked men. But I am trying. I am trying real hard to be a savior." Jet Black said as he lowers his gun, lying it on the table. Shaft Brother looks at him, to the woolong in his hand, then to Coffee as she looks back. Grabbing the trash bag full of wallets, the two walk out the door, hand-in-hand with the bag of wallets with using further violence. Jet Black, who has never risen from his seat the whole time, takes a sip of his drink and mutters to himself. "It is fucking cold." He pushes it aside as his partner, Spike Spiegel appears next to him. "I think we should be leaving now, Jet."
"That is probably a good idea." Spike Spiegel throws some woolong on the table and Jet Black grabs the briefcase. Then, to the amazement of the patrons, the waitresses, the cooks, the bus boys, and the manager, these two bad-asses -- wearing the black suits and packing .45 automatics - walk out of the coffee shop together without saying a word as "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" by Bob Dylan plays on the shop's radio.
"I love you, Shaft Brother."
"I love you, Coffee." And with that, Shaft Brother and Coffee grab their weapons, stand up and rob the restuarant. Shaft Brother's robbery personality is that of the in-control professional. Coffee's Personality is that of the pure psychopathic, hair-triggered, loose cannon.
"Everybody be fucking cool this is a robbery!" Shaft Brother yelled out to all.
"Any of you fucking pricks move and I will execute every motherfucking last one of you! Got that?!" Coffee shouted out. Jet looks up, not believing what the hell he is seeing. Under the table, Jet's hand goes to his .45 automatic. He pulls it out, cocking it. "Customers stay seated, waitresses on the fucking floor!" Shaft Brother shouted.
"Now mean fucking now! Do it or die, do it or fucking die!" Coffee said and like lighting, Shaft Brother moves over to the kitchen. While Coffee screams out threats to the patrons, keeping them all terrified. "You fucking mexicans in the kitchen, get the fuck out of here! Asta luego! On the floor or I will cook your ass, comprende?" Four cooks and five busboys come out of the kitchen as the terrified manager speaks up. "I am the manager here, there is no problem, no problem at all --" he said as Shaft Brother heads his way. "You are going to give me a problem?" Shaft Brother reaches him and sticks the barrel of his gun hard in the manager's neck. "What? You said you are going to give me a fucking problem?"
"No, I am not. I am not going to give you any problem!"
"I do not know, Coffee. He looks like the hero type to us!"
"Do not take any chances. Just execute him!" Coffee shouted while the patrons scream. Jet Black watches all this silently, his hand tightly gripping the .45 Automatic under the table. "Please do not! I am not a hero. I am just a coffee shop manager, damn it. Take anything you want and leave us in peace."
"Now you talk to the customers, you tell them to be fucking cool! And this will all be over! You understand me?!" Shaft Brother said.
"Everybody just be calm and cooperate with them and this will all be over soon!" The manager announced.
"Well done, now get your fucking ass on the ground." Shaft Brother said as he pushed the coffee shop manager to the ground. Spike Spiegel, on the toilet, oblivious to the pandemonium heist outside, reads his 'Red Dragon' book. Shaft Brother opens the cash register drawer, stuffing most of the woolong from the till into his pocket. Then walks from behind the counter with a trash bag in his hand. "Alright people, I am going to come around and collect your wallets. Do not fucking talk. Just throw them in the bag. are we clear? I said are we fucking clear?!" The hostages nodded to Shaft Brother as he goes around the restaurant collecting wallets from the patrons. Jet sits with his .45 ready to spit under the table. Shaft Brother sees Jet Black sitting in his booth, holding his wallet and Marsellus Vicious' briefcase next to him. Shaft Brother crosses to him, his tone more respectful, mannering him more on guard. "In the bag." Jet drops his wallet in the bag. Using his gun as a pointer, while Shaft Brother points to the briefcase. "What is in that?"
"My boss' dirty weapons."
"You boss makes you wash his weapons?"
"When he wants them clean."
"Sounds like a blowjob."
"Funny, I have been thinking the same thing."
"Open it up." Shaft Brother ordered him as Jet's free hand lays palm flat on the briefcase. "I am afraid I cannot do that." Jet said. Shaft Brother is now definitely surprised by his answer. He aims the gun right in the middle of Jet Black's right eye and pulls back the hammer. "I did not hear you."
"Yes you did." This exchange becomes kind of quiet, not everybody heard it, but Coffee senses something is wrong. "What is going on?" she asked.
"Looks like we got a vigilante in our midst." Shaft Brother answered.
"Shoot him in the face!"
"I do not mean to shatter your ego, but this is not the first time I have had a gun pointed at me."
"You do not open up that fucking case, it is going to be the last."
"Stop causing problems, you will get us all killed! Just give them what you got and get them out of here."
"Shut the fuck up, fat man, this is none of your goddamn business!" Jet shouted out as Coffee scans the restaurant. "Be cool, Coffee. Be cool. I got it all under control here. I am counting to three, and if your hand is not off that briefcase, I am going to unload right in your motherfucking face. Clear?" Shaft Brother warned Jet as he closed his eyes. "One... ...two..." Jet Black shoots Shaft Brother twice, up through the table, sending him to the floor. While still in the booth, he swings around to Coffee, who has aimed at Jet, but slowed down by the shock of Shaft Brother getting shot. He fires three times. Coffee takes all three hits in the chest. As she falls screaming, she fires wildly, hitting a long hair yuppie-scum. "She shot me! I am dying!" the yuppie yelled out as Jet Black now brings the gun down to Shaft Brother's face. Shaft Brother lies shot on the floor at Jet's feet. Shaft Brother looks up at the big gun. "Wrong guy, Eddie." Jet fires straight into Shaft Brother's cheekbone, blinding up with a flash from the gun. Jet Black's eyes are still closed, now suddenly open as Shaft Brother still stands, holding the gun on his right eye as he raises his hand off the briefcase. "...three."
"You win. It is all yours, Eddie."
"Open it." Shaft Brother said as Jet flips the locks and opens Marsellus Vicious' briefcase. The same light shines from the case as Shaft Brother's expression goes to amazement. Coffee, across the room, cannot see shit. "What is it? What is it?"
"It is beautiful. Is that what I think it is?" he asked softly as Jet nods his head "yes."
"Goddammit, what is it?" Coffee asked. Jet slams the case closed, then sits back, as if he is offering the case to Shaft Brother. Shaft Brother, one big smile, bends over to pick up the case and like a wolf, Jet Black's free hand grabs the wrist of Shaft Brother's gun hand, slamming it on the table. His other hand comes from under the table and sticks the barrel of his .45 hand under Shaft Brother's chin as Coffee freaks out, waving her gun in Jet's direction. "You let him go! Let him go! I will blow your fucking head off! I will kill you! I will kill you! You are going to die, you are going to fucking die bad!"
"Tell that bitch to be cool! Say, bitch be cool! Say, bitch be cool! Tell that fucking bitch to chill!" Jet shouted out to Shaft Brother.
"Chill out, Coffee!"
"Let him go!"
"Tell her it is going to be okay." Jet said softly.
"I am going to be alright."
"Promise her."
"I promise."
"Tell her to chill."
"Just chill out, Coffee."
"What is her name?"
"Coffee." Shaft Brother answered. Whenever Jet Black talks to Coffee, he never looks at her, only at Shaft Brother. "So, are we cool Coffee? We are not going to do anything stupid, are we?" Jet asked her as she began to cry.
"Do not hurt him."
"Nobody is going to hurt anybody. We are going to be like three Duos. And what is Duo like?" Jet asked but there was no answer. "Come on, Coffee, What is Duo Maxwell like?"
"He is cool?" Coffee said unsuringly through tears.
"Correct-amundo! And that is what we are going to be, we are going to be cool." Jet said as he now turned his sight to Shaft Brother. "Now Eddie, I am going to count to three and I want you to let go of your gun and lay your palms flat on the table. But when you do it, you do it cool. Ready? One...two...three." Shaft Brother lets go of his gun and places both hands on the table, looking at Jet Black. But Coffee cannot stand it anymore. "Okay, now let him go!"
"Coffee, I thought you were going to be cool. Now, when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. When I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that is when motherfuckers accidentally get shot."
"Just so you know: you hurt him, you die." Coffee said more conversationally.
"Well that seems to be the situation. Now I do not want that and you do not want that and Eddie here definitely does not want that either. So let us see what we can do." Jet said as he explains to Shaft Brother. "Now this is the situation. Normally both of your asses would be dead as fucking sushi. But you happened to pull this shit while I am in a transitional period. I do not want to kill you, I want to help you. But I am afraid I cannot give you this briefcase. Because it does not belong to me. Besides, I went through too much bullshit this morning on account of this case just to hand it over to your dumbasses."
"What the fuck is going on here?" Coffee whips her gun toward the stranger. Spike Spiegel, by the bathroom, has his gun out, dead-aimed at Coffee. "It is cool, Spike! It is cool! Do not do a goddamn thing! Coffee, it is cool, nothing has changed. We are still just talking, Tell her we are still cool, Eddie." Jet said to Spike, Coffee and Shaft Brother.
"It is cool, Coffee, we are still cool." Shaft Brother said.
"What the hell is going on, Jet?" Spike asked, raising his gun at Coffee.
"Nothing I cannot handle. I want you to just hang back and do not do shit unless it is absolutely necessary." Jet explained.
"Check."
"Coffee, how are we doing, girl?"
"I got to go take a piss! I want to go home." Coffee answered.
"Just hang in there, dear, you are doing great, Eddie is proud of you and so am I. It is almost over with." Jet said as he now turned back to Shaft Brother. "Now I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet."
"Which one is it?"
"It is the one that says 'Tough Motherfucker' on it" Jet said as Shaft Brother looks in the bag and -- sure enough -- there is a wallet with 'Tough Motherfucker' embroidered on it. "That is my tough motherfucker. Now open it up and take out the woolong. How much is there?"
"About twenty-five hundred woolong
"Put it in your pocket, it is yours. Now with the rest of them wallets and the register, that makes this a pretty successful huge score." Jet said.
"Jet, if you give that fucking cocksucker twenty-five woolong, I am going to shoot him on general principle." Spike impatiently said as Coffee turned her direction to Spike Spiegel.
"Now, Coffee! He is not going to do a goddamn motherfucking thing, Spike Spiegel shut the fuck up!" Jet shouted out as Coffee turned back to Jet. "Besides I am not giving it to him. I am buying something for my woolong. You want to know what I am buying Eddie?"
"What?"
"Your life. I am giving you that woolong so I do not have to kill your dumbass. You read the bible?" Jet said.
"Not regularly."
"There is a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the
righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish
and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of
charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the
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 I am the Black Dog when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been saying that shit for years. And if you ever heard of it, it means your ass. I never really questioned what it really means. I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap straight in his ass. But I saw some shit this morning which made me think ten time. Now I am thinking, it could mean you are the wicked man. And I am the savior. And Mr. .45 here, he is the one protecting my savior ass in the valley of darkness. Or you are the savior and I am the one who is the savior's protector and it is the world that is wicked and cruel. I would like that. But that bullshit is not the truth. The truth is you are the pathetic. And I am the hunter of wicked men. But I am trying. I am trying real hard to be a savior." Jet Black said as he lowers his gun, lying it on the table. Shaft Brother looks at him, to the woolong in his hand, then to Coffee as she looks back. Grabbing the trash bag full of wallets, the two walk out the door, hand-in-hand with the bag of wallets with using further violence. Jet Black, who has never risen from his seat the whole time, takes a sip of his drink and mutters to himself. "It is fucking cold." He pushes it aside as his partner, Spike Spiegel appears next to him. "I think we should be leaving now, Jet."
"That is probably a good idea." Spike Spiegel throws some woolong on the table and Jet Black grabs the briefcase. Then, to the amazement of the patrons, the waitresses, the cooks, the bus boys, and the manager, these two bad-asses -- wearing the black suits and packing .45 automatics - walk out of the coffee shop together without saying a word as "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" by Bob Dylan plays on the shop's radio.
