What you are about to read is my adaptation of a scene from "Pulp Fiction" by Quentin Tarantino. It is a work of fiction and any resemblance to what can or may happen to the nice people working in my beloved bank is nothing but pure coincidence.
JULES: Do you know who we are?
The adviser shakes his head: "No."
JULES: We're associates of your client Marcia Pinto, you remember your client dont'ya?
ADVISER: I remember her.
JULES: Good for you. Now describe what Marcia Pinto looks like!
ADVISER: (out of fear) What?
Jules takes his .45 and PRESSES the barrel HARD in the adviser'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!
The adviser is regressing on the spot.
JULES: Now describe to me what Marcia Pinto looks like!
The adviser does his best.
ADVISER: Well she's... she's... dark-haired –
JULES: – go on!
ADVISER: ...and she's... she's... kinda chubby –
JULES: – does she look like a bitch?!
ADVISER: (without thinking) What?
Jules' eyes go to Vincent, Vincent smirks, Jules rolls his eyes and SHOOT the adviser in the shoulder.
The adviser SCREAMS, breaking into a SHAKING/TREMBLING SPASM in the chair.
JULES: Does-she-look-like-a-bitch?!
ADVISER: (in agony) No.
JULES: Then why did you try to fuck her like a bitch?!
ADVISER: (in spasm) I didn't.
Now in a lower voice.
JULES: Yes ya did. Ya tried ta fuck her. You ever read the Bible?
ADVISER: (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 adviser.
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