Monday, January 30, 2012

Pulp Fiction: Ezequiel 25:17



Vincent flips the two locks, opening the case. A small glow emits from the case.

CLICK CLICK

                                     JULES
                         We happy?

               No answer from Vincent.

                                     JULES
                         Vincent!

               Vincent looks up at Jules.

                                     JULES
                         We happy?

               Closing the case.

                                     VINCENT
                         Yeah we happy.

                                     BRETT
                         Look, I’m sorry uhh I didn’t get your name, I got yours, uhh Vincent, right?    But but I never got yours.

                                     JULES
                         My name's Pitt, and your ass ain't talkin'
                         your way outta this shit.

                                     BRETT
                         I just want you to know how sorry we
                         are about how fucked up things got
                         between us and Mr. Wallace. When we
                         entered into this thing, we only had
                         the best intentions –
BANG

               As Brett talks, Jules takes out his gun and SHOOTS Roger
               three times in the chest, BLOWING him out of his chair.

               Brett has just shit his pants. He's not crying or whimpering,
               but he's so full of fear, it's as if his body is imploding.

                                     JULES
                              (to Brett)
                         Oh, I'm sorry. Did that break your
                         concentration? I didn't mean to do
                         that.  Please, continue. I believe
                         you were saying something about "best
                         intentions."

               Brett can't say a word.

                                     JULES
                         Whatsamatter? Oh, you were finished
                         anyway.  Well, let me retort. Would
                         you describe for me what Marsellus
                         Wallace looks like?

               Brett still can't speak.

               Jules SNAPS, SAVAGELY TIPPING the card table over, removing
               the only barrier between himself and Brett. Brett now sits
               in a lone chair before Jules like a political prisoner in
               front of an interrogator.

                                     JULES
                         What country you from!

                                     BRETT
           What?

                                     JULES
                         "What" ain't no country I know! Do
                         they speak English in "What?"

                                     BRETT
                              (near heart attack)
                         What?

                                     JULES
                         English-motherfucker-can-you-speak-
                         it?

                                     BRETT
                         Yes.

                                     JULES
                         Then you understand what I'm sayin'?

                                     BRETT
                         Yes.

                                     JULES
                         Now describe what Marsellus Wallace
                         looks like!

                                     BRETT
                              (out of fear)
                         What?

               Jules takes his .45 and PRESSES the barrel HARD in Brett's
               cheek.

                                     JULES
                         Say "What" again! C'mon, say "What"
                         again!  I dare ya, I double dare ya
                         motherfucker, say "What" one more
                         goddamn time!


                                     JULES
                         Now describe to me what Marsellus
                         Wallace looks like!

               Brett does his best.

                                     BRETT
                         Well he's... he's... black –

                                     JULES
                         – go on!

                                     BRETT
                         ...and he's... he's... bald –

                                     JULES
                         – does he look like a bitch?!

                                     BRETT
                        
                         What?

               Jules' eyes go to Vincent, Vincent smirks, Jules rolls his
               eyes and SHOOT Brett in the shoulder.

BANG

               Brett SCREAMS, breaking into a SHAKING/TREMBLING SPASM in
               the chair.

                                     JULES
                         Does-he-look-like-a-bitch?!

                                     BRETT
                              (in agony)
                         No.

                                     JULES
                         Then why did you try to fuck 'im
                         like a bitch?!

                                     BRETT
                              (in spasm)
                         I didn't.

               Now in a lower voice.

                                     JULES
                         Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta fuck
                         'im.  You ever read the Bible, Brett?

                                     BRETT
                              (in spasm)
                         Yes.

                                     JULES
                         There's a passage I got memorized,
                         seems appropriate for this situation:
                         Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the
                         righteous man is beset on all sides
                         by the 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 darkness, for he is
                         truly his brother's keeper and the
                         finder of lost children. And I will
                         strike down upon thee with great
                         vengeance and furious anger those
                         who attempt to poison and destroy my
                         brothers. And you will know my name
                         is the Lord when I lay my vengeance
                         upon you."

               The two men EMPTY their guns at the same time on the sitting
               Brett.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG


I have chosen the ezequiel 25:17 scene from Pulp Fiction because it has great use of sound elements and the sequence is all around very powerful. For listening modes we have the simple casual listening for all the gun shots. The dialogue where Brett is unsure of what Jules means and keeps saying "What" is a good example of semantic listening. Gestalt principles is taken into consideration in this scene. Figure and Ground is the first thing I noticed. When Jules is talking to Brett, he is standing and Brett is seated. This lets the audience easily decode the relationship between the two. For space we have Jules in the front and vincent in the back, both standing and very large men. The men they are there to see are smaller representing how little power they have in the scene. For time speed and loudness are very important in the climax. Jules recites his famous bible verse. He gets faster and louder until the end and that is when they kill Brett.

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