杀死比尔Kill Bill Movie Script

(gesturing towards the refridgerator) Black Mamba -- this is Budd. You know before I picked up that little fella, I looked him up on the internet.

(she removes her notepad from her pocket) Fascinating creature the Black Mamba. Listen to this, (reading from the notepad) "...In Africa, the saying goes, in the bush, an elephant can kill you.

A leopard can kill you. And a Black Mamba can kill you. But only with the Mamba, and this has been true in Africa since the dawn of time, is death sure. Hence its handle; Death Incarnate." (looking up from the paper) Pretty cool, huh?

(back to paper) "...Its neurotoxic venom is one of nature's most effective poisons, acting on the nervous system causing paralysis. The venom of a Black Mamba can kill a human in four hours, if say bitten on the ankle or the thumb. However, a bite to the face or torso can bring death from paralysis within twenty minutes.

(up from paper to Budd) Now you should listen to this cause this concerns you.

(reading from the paper) The amount of venom that can be delivered from a single bit can be gargantuan.

(looks up from paper) -- You know I've always liked that word Gargantuan, and I so rarely have an opportunity to use it in a sentence.

(back to paper) "If not treated quickly with anti venom, 10 to 15 milligrams can be fatal to human beings. However, the Black Mamba can deliver as much as 100 to 400 milligrams of venom from a single bite." Elle finishes reading and puts the paper away. She looks down at Budd at her feet, going through all the symptoms she just described.

ELLE:

Now in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier, more thoroughly. When it comes to that b*tch, I gotta lotta "R's" in me. Revenge is one.

Retribution is another. Rivalry is definitely one. But I got another "R" for that b*tch you might be surprised to find out. Respect. But right at this moment, the biggest "R" I feel, is Regret. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever met, met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin, scrub, alacky piece of sh*t like you. The woman deserved better.

Budd, dying, watches from the floor as Elle takes out her cell phone and presses one button. The other party comes on the line, but we never hear their side.

ELLE:

(into phone) Bill...Elle. I have some tragic news.

(pause) Your brother's dead.

(pause) I'm sorry baby.

Budd tries to make a sound from the floor, Elle calmly places her foot over his mouth.

ELLE(CONT'D) She put a Black Mamba in his camper.

(pause) I got her, sweety.

(pause) She's dead.

(pause) Let me put it this way. If you ever start feeling sentimental, go to Austin, Texas. When you get here, walk into a florist and buy a bunch of flowers. Then you take those flowers to Huntington cemetery on Fuller and Guadalupe, look for the headstone marked "Paula Schultz", then lay them on the grave. Because you will be standing at the final resting place of BEATRIX KIDDO.

WE FLASH ON:

The BRIDE'S DRIVER'S LICENSE(the real one), with both her picture and the name, BEATRIX KIDDO. Yes, that's her real name.

FLASH ON:

CLASSROOM of 1st Graders on the first day of class.

A 1st GRADE TEACHER reads roll call; 1ST GRADE TEACHER Melanie Harrhouse.

WE WHIP PAN ACROSS A bunch of kids to an EX CU of 1st grader MELANIE HARRHOUSE.

MELANIE:

Here.

1ST GRADE TEACHER Beatrix Kiddo.