杀死比尔Kill Bill Movie Script

ELLE:

Thought that was pretty funny didn't ya? Word of advice shithead, don't you ever wake up.

Elle leans closer to the Bride's face.

ELLE:

Ya know now I get a better look at you, you're not so damn pretty.

Yeah, you go that Venus thing going for you but...ya know, now I get a closer look at you you're kinda weird looking. You got this big nose that doesn't fit with the rest of your face, your eyes are two different sizes. And look at your skin...My complexion is way better than yours -- The Bride does one of her motor reflex functions...She SPITS in Elle's face.

Elle springs up, wipes the spit off her cheek and looks down at The comatose Bride in her bed.

ELLE:

Oh, no you didn't.

She grabs The Bride by the front of her hospital gown .Yanks Her up to a sitting position And PUNCHES her hard in the face three times.

ELLE:

If you ever take your ass out of this Goddamn bed for as long as you f***in live, I will beat you into the ground, b*tch! INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT Elle Driver in her nurse's uniform, angrily walks down the hallway. She passes by a DOCTOR, STRUGGLING WITH A PATIENT BLEEDING PROFUSELY on a gurney.

DOCTOR:

(yelling) Nurse come here quick, we're losing this man! Elle doesn't even look back.

ELLE:

Tough titty, I quit.

She walks out of the SHOT.

FADE TO BLACK.

BLACK FRAME:

TITLE CARD:

Five years later.

CUT TO:

INT. THE COMATOSE BRIDE'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT The CAMERA is in a corner of the ceiling, looking down on the comatose Bride, who lies motionless in her bed.

WE HEAR the sound of a BUZZING MOSQUITO, doing loop de loops and figure eights in the air, looking for some warm blood.

The BUZZING stops....

MACRO CU:

of mosquito on The Bride's forearm, its stinger dug in her flesh, visibly drawing blood from its host.

CU MOSQUITO'S FACE drinking her blood.

MACROSHOT OF MOSQUITO ON FOREARM drinking blood...when The Bride's hand comes into FRAME and SQUASHES the bug flat. Her fingers FLICK the dead bug away.

CU The Bride her wide-open eyes, that have stared in a constant gaze for the last five years, finally...slowly...softly...shut.

BEAT:

They SUDDENLY POP OPEN.

The BRIDE SITS BOLD UPRIGHT IN BED.

She has no idea where the f*** she is. WE DO A SHAW BROTHERS STYLE QUICK ZOOM INTO A CU OF HER FACE.

QUICK CUT TO A FLASHBACK SPAGHETTI-WESTERN STYLE back at the wedding chapel, gun pointed down at our face.