杀死比尔Kill Bill Movie Script

She immediately goes down to her knees; THE BRIDE * Thank you teacher -- He just as immediately, lifts her back up.

PAI MEI * You still fight better than you speak. Finally, a woman who understands what's important.

THEN... He MOVES the wall one inch in front of her.

PAI MEI * Begin again.

Then the old man leaves to finish his bath.

The blonde gal begins again....Fist against wood...no effect....starting all over.

CUT TO:

BACK TO COFFIN, SIX FEET UNDER PITCH BLACK -- The Flashlight Beam turns on. CU The BRIDE in Profile. Her breathing is normal. We can hear the soft beat of her heart inside the pine box. Her composure is back.

Taking the flashlight, she Shines the beam on the lid above her....Along the line of the coffin's rim and the lid where many nails meet....Then down to her Red Cowboy Boots, bound by a leather belt around her.

Raising her knees, as much as the coffin will allow, and wiggling her feet, she slips her bare feet our of the boots and the belt's binding...Then, using her bare feet, then her bound-at-the-wrist hands, to pass one of the boots up to her...When the red boot is in her grasp, she turns it upside down....The STRAIGHT RAZOR falls out.

Opening the razor, she slices through the ropes that tie her wrists, till both hands are free.

She positions the flashlight so its Beam Shines on the coffin lid. The lid's about an inch and a half from the tip of her nose, about three inches from her hand.

THEN... AS COMBAT DRUMS BEGIN TO BEAT ON THE SOUNDTRACK, she begins to concentrate. Her eyes focus on the wood above her, her left hand reaches out, touches the pine, passing her energy to it Her long, white fingers, ball up into a FIST. and that FIST begins STRIKING the coffin lid above her.

With each Strike she lets out a KARATE SCREAM... AGAIN... And AGAIN... Her FIST SMASHES into the wood, leaving BLOOD on the lid... AGAIN... And AGAIN... A crack in the lid... AGAIN... Dirt begins to sift through the cracks onto the Bride... AGAIN... More dirt... AGAIN... Even more dirt... AGAIN... THE LID SMASHES and dirt pours into the coffin like water... THEN... Through six feet of dirt, we watch, the Bride - DIG - CLIMB - SWIM - SPROUT - BURROW - trough the earth like a sprouting plant and a burrowing mole combined, clawing for surface air.

EXT. PAULA SCHULTZ'S GRAVE - NIGHT A SHOT straight out of an Italian horror film. We see the tombstone of "PAULA SCHULTZ," and the mound of dirt over her grave.

WHEN... The Bride's hand breaks the surface...then like one of Fulci's Zombies, Claws, Digs, and Pulls herself from mother earth's womb.

Once extracted from her(almost) final resting place, she rolls over on her back, exhausted. She drinks in the night's air as if it were gulps of water.

DIRT is in, on, and under every crack, crevice, and wrinkle on her body.

SHE looks like a beautiful sculpture, made out of dirt.

INT. DINER - NIGHT A Texas diner across the street from the graveyard. A YOUNG SODA JERK stands behind the counter, waiting for a customer, when he sees something approaching through the restaurant's big picture window that makes him look twice.

SODA JERK'S POV:

Through the picture window, we see the Bride, emerge from the Texas night, and walk towards the diner looking for all the world like a six-foot tall female version of the Peanuts character "PIG PEN." With each of her footfalls, a smaller mushroom cloud of dust comes off her.

The dirty blonde, walks into the diner, sits on a stool at the counter directly across from the Soda Jerk, and says;

THE BRIDE:

I'd like a glass of water.

FADE TO BLACK.

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TITLE CARD:

Chapter nine "ELLE and I"