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Sunday, May 18, 2008

Missing a Scene From Pulp Fiction

Yes, it would fit nowhere into the movie, but I'd still love to see it: the scene at Butch's, before Butch shows up.

Marsellus Wallace has set his empire in motion to track down the double-crossing Butch Coolidge, wherever he may flee upon the face of the earth. Meanwhile, Marsellus and Vincent Vega repair to the boxer's boxy apartment for a long-odds stakeout. They know - they know that this palooka isn't going to be coming back here! It's mostly just a pretext. Marsellus wants to hole up someplace where he can feel he's marginally on top of the search effort, but really he just wants to put it out of his mind while he takes the opportunity for him and Vincent to hang out, swap stories, and catch up from Vincent's time in Amsterdam.

I would have loved to see that scene! I'd love to see more of what their relationship is like. What's the dynamic between this too-cool hotheaded henchman and his ice-cold yet perversely affable kingpin boss? I'd expect a lot of fondly absurd banter, the Butch situation remaining tactfully undiscussed. Would Marsellus ask how Vincent's date went? Would Vincent's stomach drop like a stone, wondering whether and how much Marsellus knows? One gets the idea that Marsellus always knows a little too much for one's own good. But we feel that Mia kept her confidences. There would be nothing to worry about, no rift between these two. They're just chilling.

Until the fateful moment draws ever closer. Marsellus is going to say "Fuck it. I'm going to go get some coffees. Hold the fort down." That's going to sound perfect to Vincent. He'll request something mildly incongruous to go with it: "Hey, can you get me a croissant?"

"...a cwahsahnt...?"

"Yeah, a cwahsahnt."

Grins. "Yeah, [insert obscene or perhaps racist term of endearment]. I'll get you a damn croissant."

Vincent is going to look around thoughtfully, leaning back on the counter as the latch clicks shut behind Wallace. Brow creases. Reaches for his book.

Puts down the Mac-10.

Cue surf music.

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