Behind the wheel of a hot black and gold Trans Am, driving full out on top of the desert's surface. Spanish Rock coming out of her powerful speakers.
EXT. DESERT BUDD'S CAMPER - DAY The car stops in front of Budd's camper. She shuts off the car and the radio.
The camper door opens, Budd squints outside through the bright gold, hot desert morning, at the Tall Blonde Girl with one Good Eye.
BUDD:
Want some breakfast?
INT. BUDD'S CAMPER'S KITCHEN - DAY Budd and Elle in the tiny kitchen of Budd's tiny camper. Elle sits a the kitchen table, a black suitcase by her feet. Budd stands at a blender making them both breakfast margaritas, as he finishes telling the tale of last night.
ELLE:
...So that's called a Texas funeral?
BUDD:
Yep.
ELLE:
I got to give it to ya Budd, that's a pretty f***ed up way to die.
What's the name on the grave she's buried under?
BUDD:
Paula Schultz.
Budd turns on the NOISY blender, as Elle writes down the name Paula Schultz on a small notepad, placing it back inside her pocket. As the blender MASHES ICE, Elle looks around and sees the Bride's Hanzo sword in its sheath, leaning up against the T.V. In the front room. Budd shuts the blender off.
ELLE:
Can I look at the sword?
BUDD:
That's my money in that black case, isn't it?
ELLE:
Sure is.
BUDD:
Well then, it's your sword now.
The tall blonde girl steps into the living room, takes the Hanzo sword, and sits back down on the kitchen chair.
She slowly removes the Japanese steel from its wood sheath.
ELLE:
So this, is a Hattori Hanzo sword.
Budd answers as he fills up two former peanut butter jars with breakfast margaritas.