All language subtitles for Kill.Bill.Vol..2

[Bill] Do you y/nd me sadist/o?

U know, K/ddo,

/'d //ke to bel/eve

you're aware enough, even now,

to know that
there's noth/ng sad/st/o

/n my aotione.

At this moment...

this is me

at my most masochistic.

Bill. . . it's your ba--

[qunshot]

He Bride]
Looked dead, d/dn 't /?

Well, l wasn't.

But it wasn't from lack
of tryinq, l can tell you that.

Actually, Bill's last bullet
put me in a coma,

a coma I was to lie in
for four years.

When I woke up, l went on

what the movie advertisements
refer to as,

"A roaring rampage of revenge."

I roared and l rampaqed,

and l qot bloody satisfaction.

I 've killed a hell of a lot
of people to get to this point,

but I have only one more.

The last one.

The one l 'm drivinq to
riqht now.

The only one lert.

And when I arrive
at my destination,

I am qonna kill Bill.

He Bride] Now, the /no/dent
that haPPened

at the o Pinea Wedd/ng ChaPe/

thatPut th/e who/e
gory etory /nto mot/on

has a/noe beoome /egend.

"Maseaore at o P/nes. '

That's what the newaPaPers
oal/ed /t.

The /ooa/ newe oa//ed /t

"The E/ Paso, xaa,
Wedd/ng ChaPe/ Massaore."

How /t haPPened, who was there,

how manygot k/I/ed
and who k//led them

ohanges dePend/ng on
who 's te/I/ng the atory.

In aotua/ faot,

the massaore didn 't haPPen
dur/ng a wedd/ng at a//.

/t was a wedding rehearea/.

[reverend] Now, when we come
to the part where l say,

"You may kiss the bride,"
you may kiss the bride,

but don't stick your tonque
in her mouth.

[laughter]

This might be funny
to your friends,

but it would be
embarrassinq to your parents.

We'll try to restrain
ourselves, reverend.

[Rufus] Y'all qot a sonq7

How 'bout Love Me nder?
l can play that.

-He Bride] Sure.
-Yeah.

[qroom] Love Me nder
would be great.

Hufus, he's the man.

Rufus, who was that
that you used to play for7

Hufus Thomas.

Rufus Thomas. Rufus Thomas.

[Rufus] I was a Drell.
l was a Drirter.

I was a Coaster.

I was part of the Canq.
l was a Bar-kay.

If they come throuqh Texas,
I played with 'em.

Hufus, he's the man.

-Have l forqotten anything?
-Um ...

Oh, yes. You forqot, uh,
the seating arranqements.

-Thank you, mother.
-Yes.

Now, the way
we normally do this,

we have the bride's side,

and then we have
the qroom 's side.

But since the bride
ain't got nobody comin',

anö the groom's qot
far too many people comin' ...

Well, yeah, they're comin'
all the way from Oklahoma.

[reverend] Riqht. Well, l don't
see no problem with ...

the groom's side sharinq
the bride's side.

Do you, mother7

l öon't have a problem
with that. But, uh...

[reverend's wife]
Honey, you know, it would be

qood if you had somebody come.

You know, as a sign
of qood faith?

Well, l don't have anybody,

except for Tommy and my friends.

You have no family7

Well, I'm workin'
on chanqing that.

Mrs. Harmony,
we're all the family

this little anqel's
ever qonna need.

I 'm not feeling very well,

and this bitch is starting
to piss me off.

So while y'all blather on,

I'm qonna go outside
and qet some air.

Okay.

[The Bride] Um, uh, reverend,
sorry, uh...

She's qonna qo out
and get some air.

Yeah. Civen her delicate
condition.

She just needs a few minutes
to qet it together.

-She'll be okay.
-[reverend] Hiqht.

[flute plays]

Hello, Kiddo.

How did you find me7

I'm the man.

What are you doin' here7

What am I doin'7

Well,

a moment aqo
I was playing my flute.

At this moment...

l 'm lookin' at the most
beautiful bride

these old eyes have ever seen.

Why are you here7

Last look.

Are you gonna be nice7

l 've never been nice
my whole life.

But I'll do my best to be sweet.

Hmm.

I always told you,

your sweet side
is your best side.

I quess that's why you're
the only one who's ever seen it.

See you qot a bun in the oven.

Hmm.

I'm knocked up.

Jeez, Louise.
That younq man of yours

sure doesn't believe
in wastinq time, does he7

Have you seen Tommy7

-Biq quy in the tux7
-Yes.

Then I saw him.

I like his hair.

You promised you'd be nice.

No, I said l 'd do my best.
That's hardly a promise.

But you're riqht.

What does your younq man
do for a livinq7

He owns a used record store
here in Fl Paso.

Ah. Music lover, eh7

He's fond of music.

Aren't we all7

And what are you doing
for a j-o-b these days7

l work in the record store.

Ah, so...

lt all suddenly seems so clear.

Do you like it7

Yeah. l like it a lot, smartass.

I qet to listen
to music all day,

talk about music all day.
lt's really cool.

It's qonna be
a qreat environment

for my little girl
to grow up in.

As opposed to jettinq around
the world, killinq human beinqs

and beinq paid
vast sums of money7

Precisely.

Well, my old friend,

to each his own.

However, all cock blockery
aside,

l am lookinq forward
to meetinq your younq man.

I happen to be, more or less,
particular whom my qal marries.

You want to come to the weddinq7

Only if l can sit
on the bride's side.

You'll find it a bit lonely
on my side.

Your side always was
a bit lonely.

But l wouldn't sit
anywhere else.

You know,

I had the loveliest dream
about you--

Oh, here's Tommy!
Call me Arlene.

-[Bill] You must be Tommy!
-Uh-huh.

Arlene's told me
so much about you.

-Honey, you okay?
-Oh, l 'm fine.

Tommy, I'd like you
to meet my father.

-Ha, ha. Hi.
-Oh, my Cod!

Oh, my Cod, this is qreat!

I 'm so qlad to meet you,
sir. . . uh, dad.

The name's Dill.

Well, it's qreat
to meet you. . . Bill.

Arlene told me
you couldn't make it.

-Surprise.
-That's my pop for ya.

Always full of surprises.

Well, in the surprise
department,

the apple doesn't fall
far from the tree.

-When did you qet in7
-Just now.

Did you come straiqht
from Australia7

-Of course.
-Daddy, I told Tommy

that you were in Perth
mininq for silver,

and no one could reach you.

Lucky for us all,
that's not the case.

So. . . what's this all about7

I've heard of
weddinq rehearsals,

but l don't believe
I've ever heard of

a weddinq
dress rehearsal before.

We thouqht, "Why pay
so much money for a dress

you're only qonna wear once7"

Especially when Arlene looks
so qoddamn beautiful in it.

So l think we're gonna try

to qet all the mileage
we can out of it.

Isn't it supposed to be
bad luck for the qroom

to see the bride
in her weddinq dress

before the ceremony7

Well, I quess I just believe
in living danqerously.

I know just what you mean.

[reverend] Son, some of us
have places to be.

[Hufus] Sure do.

Look, we qotta qo
throuqh this one more time,

so why don't you have a s...

Oh, my Cod.

What am l thinkinq7
You should qive her away!

Tommy, that's not exactly
daddy's cup of tea.

I think father would be
much more comfortable

sitting with the rest
of the quests.

Hmm. Really7

That's askinq a lot.

Oh. Okay. Well, forget it.

But how about we go out
to dinner toniqht to celebrate7

Only on the condition
that I pay for everythinq.

Deal. We qot to do this now.

Can I watch7

Absolutely. Have a seat.

Which is the bride's side7

Riqht over here.

[reverend] Mother, here we qo!

Now, son, about them vows...

Bill. . . I just want--

You don't owe me a damn thinq.

If he's the man you want,

then qo stand by him.

Do I look pretty7

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

[reverend] Oh, qood.

[reverend speaking indistinctly]

[reverend] What the hell7

[screaminq]

He Bride] No! Bill!

[machine-qun fire]

[doq barkinq]

[bell tollinq]

You tellin' me she cut her way
throuqh 88 bodyquards

'fore she qot to O-Hen7

Nah, there wasn't
really 88 of 'em.

They just call themselves
"The Crazy 88."

-How come7
-I don't know.

I quess they thouqht
it sounded cool.

Anyhow, they all fell
under her Hanzo sword.

She qot a Hanzo sword7

He made one for her.

Didn't he swear a blood oath
to never make another sword7

It would appear
he has broken it.

Them Japs sure know how
to hold a qrudqe, don't they?

[lauqhinq]

Or maybe you just tend
to brinq that out in people.

I know this is a ridiculous
question before l ask it,

but you haven't, by any chance,
kept up with your. . . swordplay7

I, um ...

[belches]
l pawned that years aqo.

You hocked
a Hattori Hanzo sword7

Yep.

It was priceless.

[lauqhinq]

Well, not in El Paso,
it ain't. [lauqhinq]

In El Paso,
I qot me $250 for it.

I'm a bouncer
in a titty bar, Dill. [sniffs]

If she wants to fight with me,
all she's qotta do

is come down to the club
and start some shit

and we'll be in a fight.

I know we haven't spoken
in some time,

and the last time we spoke
wasn't the most pleasant,

but you've qot to qet over
beinq mad at me

and start becoming
afraid of [bleep]

Because she is cominq,
and she's coming to kill you.

And, unless you accept
my assistance,

I have no doubt
she will succeed.

I don't dodqe quilt,

and I don't Jew out
of payinq my comeuppance.

Can't we just. . . forqet the past7

That woman deserves her revenge.

And we deserve to die.

[lauqhinq] But, then aqain,

so does she.

So I quess

we'll just see.

Won't we7

[woman sinqing in Spanish]

Late again.

Budd, can't you tell time7

There ain't nobody in here, man.

-[Larry] Is that Budd?
-Yeah.

// h/m to get h/e yuok/ng ass
baok here/

Okay.

Budd, Larry'd like
a word with ya.

Take a hit. Be somebody, baby.

[Budd] You lookinq for me7

l don't know what car wash
you worked before you came here

that let you stroll in
20 minutes late,

but it wasn't owned by me
and l own a fuckinq car wash.

-Do you want me to leave7
-No, I don't want you to leave.

I want you to sit and wait.

Larry,

there ain't nobody
out there, so...

"There's nobody
out there, Larry."

What's your point?
That you're not needed here7

My point is I'm a bouncer,

and there ain't nobody
out there to bounce.

You sayinq that the reason

that you're not doinq the job

that l 'm payinq you to do

is that you don't
have a job to do7

-No. . .
-Is that what you're sayinq7

What are you tryinq
to convince me of, exactly7

That you're as useless
as an asshole riqht here?

Well, quess what, Buddy7

I think you just
fuckinq convinced me.

Let's qo to the calendar.
lt's calendar time.

Calendar time for Buddy.

-Okay. You workinq tomorrow7
-Yeah.

Mm. No, you're not.

You don't know
what fuckinq day you work.

Here. You're not
working tomorrow.

You're working Wednesday.
Here you are. There you qo.

-Workin' Thursday7
-Yeah.

I don't think so. Friday7

-I don't-- There's your name.
-[Buddy] If you say so.

There used to be
your name. Okay7

Saturday.
There used to be your name.

Oh.

Uh, Monday. . .
Here, how about that7

Fuckinq with your cash
is the only thinq

you kids seem to understand.
Okay7

Now, l want you to qo home
till l call you.

Till I call you.

Before you leave,
talk to Hocket.

She's got a job for you to do.

And...

for the hat,

that fuckinq hat.

[Larry] That fuckinq hat.

How many times have l told you,

don't wear that fuckinq hat
here7 How many7

Customers wear hats.

Well, l 'm not the boss
of the customers.

I 'm the boss of you.

And I'm tellinq you
that I want you

to keep that shit-kicker hat
at home.

Yeah, Budd, honey, uh,
the toilet is at it aqain.

There's shitty water
all over the floor.

Okay, Rocket.

-I 'll clean it up.
-Mm-hmm.

[Johnny Cash's
"A Satisfied Mind" playinq]

♪ How many t/mes ♪

♪ Have you heard someone say ♪

♪ /yl had hjs money ♪

♪ / oou/d do th/nge my way ♪

♪ But //tt/e they know ♪

[coyote howls in distance]

♪ That /t,s so hard to y/nd ♪

♪ Dne r/oh man /n ten ♪

♪ W/th a aat/sy/ed m/nd ♪

♪ Dnoe / waa wjnn/ng ♪

♪ In fortune and yame ♪

♪ Everyth/ng
That / dreamed yor ♪

♪ To get a start
/n I/fe 'e game ♪

♪ Then sudden/y /t haPPened ♪

♪ / /oat every d/me,
But I'm r/oher... ♪

[doqs barkinq]

[music stops abruptly]

[music continues]

♪ How many t/mes ♪

♪ Have you heard aomeone aay... ♪

[groans]

♪ That /s eo hard to y/nd ♪

♪ Dne r/oh man /n ten ♪

[lauqhs]

♪ W/th a aat/sy/ed m/nd ♪

♪ Dnoe / waa wjnn/ng ♪

[music stops]

Now,

that qentled you down
some, didn't it7

Yep.

Ain't nobody a badass

with a double dose of rock salt
dug deep in her tits.

[couqhs]

Not havin' tits...

is fine

or as biq as yours,

I can't even imaqine
how bad that shit must stinq.

[couqhs]

And...

I don't want to, neither.

I win.

[couqhs]

[groans]

[groans]

[cellphone rinqinq]

Bill.

Wronq brother, ya hateful bitch.

-Budd.
-B/ngo.

And to what do l owe
this dubious pleasure7

[Budd] l just cauqht me the
cowqirl ain't never been caught.

[Elle] D/dyou k/// her?

Well, not yet, l ain't.

I ahot her yu// oyrook ea/t.

Bhe 'e so gent/e r/ght now,

/ oou/dPerform
a coup de qrace w/th a rook.

Anywho...

[Budd] Cuess what I'm holdin'
in my hand riqht now7

What?

A brand-aPank/n'-new
Hattor/ Hanzo aword.

And I'm here to tell ya, Flle,

that's what I call sharp.

How much7

Oh, that's hard to say,
bein' that it's...

priceless an' all.

What's the terms7

u getyourbony aaa down here
y/ret th/ng in the morning

with a million dollars
in foldinq cash,

and I'll give you the greatest
sword ever made by a man.

Now, how do you //ke
the aound oythat?

Sounds like we qot a deal.
One condition.

What?

She must suffer
to her last breath.

[chucklinq] Well...

that, Elle darlin',

I can pretty much
damn well quarantee.

Then l 'll see you
in the mornin', millionaire.

All riqht.

[indistinct rustlinq]

[couqhs]

[footsteps]

Wakey-wakey. Egqs and bakey.

Aqh!

[man] l 'm done!

Cet me outta this hole!

[Budd] Cood.

[man] Whew.

Whoa, look at those eyes.

[man] This bitch is furious.
[chuckles]

What did l tell ya7

Is she the cutest little
blond pussy you ever saw7

Or, is she the cutest
little blond pussy you ever saw7

I seen better.

You qot anythinq to say7

White women call this
"The silent treatment."

And we let 'em think
we don't like it.

You qrab the feet,
I qet the head.

Hey. Hey. Hey!

Wigqle worm, you see this7

You see it, don't ya7

That's a can of mace.

Mm-hmm. No.

You're qoin' underneath
the ground tonight.

And that's all there is to it.

I wanna bury ya.

I was qonna bury ya...

[chuckles] . . .with this.

But if you're qonna act
like a horse's ass...

l 'm qonna spray
this whole goddamn can

riqht in your eyeballs!

I'll burn 'em riqht outta
your fuckinq head.

Then you're gonna be blind

and burnin' ...

and buried alive.

Now, what's it qonna be, sister?

That's a wise decision.

[breathing heavily]

This is for breakin'
my brother's heart.

[whimpers]

[cryinq]

[pantinq]

[sobbinq]

[rumblinq]

[pantinq]

[rumblinq continues]

[pantinq quickens]

[rumblinq continues]

[panting continues]

[whimperinq]

[man qruntinq]

[creaking]

[thud]

[loud thud]

[loud thud]

[loud thud]

[qaspinq]

[thud]

[thud]

[screams]

-[sobs]
-[distant thud]

[qruntinq]

[distant rumblinq]

[sobs]

[distant rumblinq]

[pants]

[qrunts]

[enraqed qrunting]

[enqine starts up]

[vehicle leaves]

[sobs]

Once upon a time,

in China,

some believe around the year

one, double auqht, three,

head priest of
the White Lotus Clan, Pai Mei,

was walkinq down a road

contemplating whatever it is

that a man of Pai Mei's
infinite powers

would contemplate.

Which is another way
of sayinq, "Who knows7"

When a Shaolin monk
appeared on the road,

travelinq in
the opposite direction.

As the monk and the priest
crossed paths,

Pai Mei,

in a practically unfathomable
display of qenerosity,

qave the monk
the sliqhtest of nods.

The nod

was not returned.

Now, was it the intention
of the Shaolin monk

to insult Pai Mei7

Or did he just fail to see
the generous social qesture7

The motives of the monk
remain unknown.

What is known

were the consequences.

[flute playing]

The next morning,

Pai Mei appeared
at the Shaolin temple

and demanded
of the temple's head abbot

that he offer Pai Mei his neck
to repay the insult.

The abbot, at first,
tried to console Pai Mei,

only to find Pai Mei was...

inconsolable.

[flute playing]

So began...

the massacre
of the Shaolin temple

and all sixty
of the monks inside,

at the fists of the White Lotus.

And so beqan the leqend

of Pai Mei's five-point-palm
exploding-heart technique.

And what, pray tell,

is the five-point-palm
exploding-heart technique7

Ouite simply, the deadliest
blow in all of martial arts.

He hits you with his finqertips

at five different pressure
points on your body,

and then lets you walk away.

But once you've taken
five steps,

your heart explodes
inside your body

and you fall to the floor, dead.

-Did he teach you that7
-No.

He teaches no one

the five-point-palm
explodinq-heart technique.

Now...

one of the thinqs l 've always
liked about you, Kiddo...

is you appear wise
beyond your years.

So, allow me to impart
a word to the wise.

Whatever. . . whatever Pai Mei
says, obey.

If you flash him, even for
an instant, a defiant eye,

he'll pluck it out.

And if you throw
any American sass his way,

he'll snap your back and
your neck like they were twiqs.

And that will be
the story of you.

[flute playing]

He'll accept you as his student.

-What happened to you7
-Nothin'.

Get in a fiqht7

Friendly contest.

Why did he accept me7

Because he's a very,
very, very old man.

And, like all rotten bastards,

when they become old,
they get lonely.

Which has no effect
on their dispositions,

but it does teach them
the value of company.

[Bill] Whew. Oh.

Just seein' those steps
again makes me ache.

You're qonna have a lot of fun
carrying buckets of water

up and down that fucker.

When will I see you aqain7

That's the title of my favorite
soul sonq of the T0s.

-What7
-Nothin'.

When he tells me you're done.

When do you think that miqht be?

That, my dearest,
depends entirely on you.

Now remember,
no sarcasm, no back talk.

At least not
for the first year or so.

You're qonna have
to let him warm up to you.

He hates Caucasians,
despises Americans,

and has nothinq
but contempt for women.

So in your case,
it might take a little while.

Ad/óa.

[enqine starts]

[in Mandarin]

- [in English]A little.

Yes, he is.

I am proficient
in tiqer-crane style,

and l am more than proficient

in the exquisite art
of the samurai sword.

[scoffs]

[lauqhs]

[lauqhs]

[lauqhs]

[lauqhs]

[lauqhs]

[lauqhs]

Arqh!

Arqh!

[in Enqlish] No, please don't!

[lauqhs]

Aaarqh!

Yes!

[yells]

[qrunts]

[qrunts]

[qrunts]

[qrunts]

[groans]

[scoffs]

[qruntinq]

[qaspinq]

[thunder]

[chopsticks clatter]

[in Mandarin]

Come on, you bitch.

[qrunts]

Okay, Pai Mei.

Here I come.

[qrunts]

[qaspinq]

[wheezinq]

[qaspinq]

[wheezinq]

May I have a qlass
of water, please?

[bird shrieks]

[Ouincy Jones' "Ironside"
playinq]

So that's a Texas funeral7

Yep.

I have to qive it to ya, Budd.

That's a pretty fucked-up
way to die.

What's the name on the qrave
she's buried under7

Paula...

Schultz.

Can l look at the sword7

That's my money riqht there
in that red bag, isn't it7

It sure is.

Well, then, it's your sword now.

[blender buzzinq]

What's that you said7

So this is
a Hattori Hanzo sword.

That's a Hanzo sword, all riqht.

Bill tells me you once had
one of these of your own.

Yeah, once.

Yeah? How does this one
compare to that?

If you're qonna compare
a Hanzo sword,

you compare it to every
other sword ever made--

Wasn't made-- by Hattori Hanzo.

Here you qo.
Wrap your lips around that.

So...

which " R" are you filled with7

What?

They say

the number one killer
of old people

is retirement.

People qot a job to do,

they tend to live a little bit
longer so they can do it.

I've always fiqured that

warriors and their enemies

share the same relationship.

So now that you're
not gonna have to face

your enemy no more
on the battlefield,

which " R" ya filled with7

Relief7

Or reqret7

A little bit of both.

Horseshit.

I'm sure you do feel
a little bit of both.

But I know damn well
that you feel one

more than you feel the other.

And the question was,
which one is it?

Reqret.

You know, you qotta
hand it to the old qirl.

I never saw anybody Buffalo Bill
the way she Buffaloed Bill.

Bill thouqht
she was so damn smart.

And I tried to tell him

she was just smart for a blonde.

Thanks a bunch.

[chuckles]

[hissinq]

Argh! Arqh!

[qroaning]

Mmm.

I'm sorry, Budd.

That was rude of me, wasn't it7

Budd, I'd like to introduce
my friend, the black mamba.

Black mamba, this is Budd.

You know, before I picked
that little fella up,

I looked him up on the Internet.

Fascinatinq creature,
the black mamba.

Listen to this.

[qroaning]

"In Africa, the saying qoes

'ln 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.' "

Pretty cool, huh7

" lts neurotoxic venom is one of
nature's most effective poisons,

actinq on the nervous system,
causing paralysis.

The venom of a black mamba can
kill a human beinq in four hours

if, say, bitten on the ankle
or the thumb.

However, a bite
to the face or torso

can brinq death from paralysis
within 20 minutes."

Now, you should listen to this,
'cause this concerns you.

"The amount of venom that can
be delivered from a sinqle bite

can be qarqantuan."

You know, I've always liked
that word "qarqantuan."

I so rarely have an opportunity
to use it in a sentence.

" If not treated quickly
with antivenom,

ten to 1 5 milliqrams
can be fatal to human beinqs.

However, the black mamba
can deliver

as much as 1 00 to 400
milligrams of venom

from a sinqle bite."

Now...

in these last aqonizing
minutes of life you have left,

let me answer that question

you asked earlier
more thoroughly.

[moaning]

Riqht at this moment,

the bigqest "H" I feel
is reqret.

Heqret that maybe

the qreatest warrior
l have ever met

met her end at the hands
of a bushwhackin', scrub,

elky piece of shit like you.

That woman deserved better.

[moaninq stops]

[cellphone rinqs]

Bill.

I have some traqic news.

Your brother's dead.

I am so sorry, baby.

She put a black mamba
in his camper.

I got her, sweetie. She's dead.

Let me put it this way,

you ever start feeling
sentimental,

qo to Barstow, California.

When you get here,
walk into a florist

and buy a bunch of flowers.

Then you take those flowers
to Huntinqton Cemetery

on Fuller and Cuadalupe,

look for the headstone
marked "Paula Schultz,"

and lay them on the qrave.

'Cause you will be standinq
at the final restinq place

of Beatrix Kiddo.

-Marty Kitrosser7
-Here.

-Melanie Harrhouse7
-Here.

-Beatrix Kiddo7
-Here.

Look. . . I can be there
in about four hours.

Do you want me to come over7

No, no, no, no.
You need me, baby, I'm there.

Okay. I'm leavinq now.

You qo smoke some pot or
somethin'. I'll be there soon.

[both qrunting]

Ugh.

Gross.

Yaaqh!

Aqh!

Hi-ya!

"To my brother, Budd.
The only man I ever loved.

Bill."

What's that7

Budd's Hanzo sword.

He said he pawned it.

Guess that makes him
a liar now, don't it7

Elle7

Bea.

Somethin' l 've always
been curious about.

Just between us qirls,

what did you say to Pai Mei to
make him snatch out your eye7

Argh! Ow! Ow!

I called him
a miserable old fool.

Ooh.

Bad idea.

[Elle] Know what I did7

I killed
that miserable old fool.

[Elle] How do you like the fish
head, you miserable old fool7

IPo/soned h/a y/sh heads.

[Elle lauqhs]

And I to/d him

"To me, the word
of an old fool like you

is worth less than nothinq."

[lauqhs]

That's riqht.

I killed your master.

And now l 'm qonna kill you, too.

With your own sword, no less.

Which, in the very immediate
future, will become my sword.

Bitch.

You don't have a future.

[screams]

[screams]

You bitch!

It hurts! You bitch!

I'll kill you! Cive it back!

You-- You bitch!

[moaninq continues]

[Elle] l 'm qoing to kill you,
you bitch!

[hisses]

[Elle] Oh, l 'll get you!

I'm gonna...

Where are you7 Lemme at you!

[Elle] Where are you7
I'm cominq, you fuckinq bitch!

You're fuckinq dead!
You're fuckinq dead!

Shit!

["Tu Mira" by Lole y Manuel]

[Beatrix] L/ke most men who
never knew the/r yathe

B//I oo//eoted yather y/gures.

The y/rst was Esteban Va/lejo.

Esteban was a P/mP
and a fr/end ofB///'a mother.

He ran a brothel /n Aouna,
Mex/oo, yor over 50years.

H/a army, the Aouna boys,

made uP oy the yather/ess
offsPr/ng oyh/s whoree,

ran Aouna.

He ran the Aouna boys.

Now, at the age oy80,

it wou/d be th/a ret/red
gent/eman of/e/aure

who oou/dPo/nt me
in B//I's d/reot/on.

[Beatrix] Sehor Esteban Vallejo7

-Yes.
-May I join you?

Only on the condition
that you call me Esteban.

May I join you, Esteban7

Please.

¿Amer/oana?

Yes.

I speak a little Spanish,
if you prefer.

No, no, no, no.
I prefer Enqlish.

I haven't spoken it in a while,

but l would relish
the opportunity to converse

with such a pretty
companion as yourself.

It's my pleasure
to be in the company

of such a fine qentleman
as yourself.

I must warn you, younq lady,

I am susceptible to flattery.

How may I be of service to you7

Where's Bill7

Ahh.

You must be Beatrix.

I can see the attraction.

I remember when Bill
was only five years old,

l took him to the movies.

It was a movie
starrinq Lana Turner.

The Poatman A/ways R/ng /oe,
with John Cartields.

And whenever she would
appear on the screen,

Bill would beqin compulsively
to suck his thumb

to an obscene amount.

And l knew from this very moment

this boy was a fool for blondes.

Mmm.

You know,

beinq a fool for a woman
such as yourself

is always the riqht thing to do.

If we had met
when I was back in business,

you would have been
my number one lady.

Well, l 'm flattered.

You qoddamn well better be.

This. . . I heard you
were driving a truck.

My Pussy Waqon died on me.

The pussy died. Hmm.

Bill shot you in the head, no7

-Yes.
-Hmm.

I would have been much nicer.

I would have just cut your face.

You must forqive me.

Please, you have
a drink with me.

Clara!

[Clara] Cominq.

Doe añejo.

[mumbles]

Graoias.

What were we talkinq about7

Bill.

Where's Bill7

Where's Bill7 Yeah. Hmm.

Bill is at the Villa Ouatro,
on the road to Salina.

I will draw you a map.

Bill is like a son to me.

Do you know why l help you7

No.

Because he would want me to.

Now, that I don't believe.

Ahh.

How else is he ever
qoinq to see you aqain?

Freeze, Mommy.

Banq, banq! Oh!

Oh! She qot us, B.B.
Mommy qot us.

Oh, l 'm dyinq.

[qroans] I'm dying.

Fall down, sweetheart.
Mommy shot us.

[Bill] But little did
Ouickdraw Kiddo know

that little B.B.
was only playinq possum,

due to the fact that
she was impervious to bullets.

I am pervious to bullets, Mommy.

Hey, qet back down there.
You're playinq possum.

So, as the smirking killer
advanced on what she thouqht

was a bullet-ridden corpse,
that's when little B.B. fired.

Banq, banq!

You're dead, Mommy. So die.

Oh!

B.B.

Oh, B.B.

[qrunts]

I should've known.

You are the best.

Oh, Mommy. Don't die.

I was just playinq.

I know.

[Bill] I told her
that you were asleep,

but that one day you'd wake up
and come back to her.

And she asked me, "If Mommy's
been asleep since l was born,

then how will she know
what l look like7"

To which l replied, "Because
Mommy's been dreaming of you."

[Bill] That's what I said.

Did you dream of me?
I dreamed of you.

Every sinqle niqht, baby.
Every sinqle night.

I waited a lonq time
for you to wake up, Mommy.

Now, let me look at you.

Oh.

My, my, my, what a pretty
little girl you are.

You're pretty too, Mommy.

Tell mommy what you said
when l showed you her picture.

Mm-mm.

-Come on, shy qirl.
-Mm-mm.

Come on. You know what you said.

Come on. Tell Mommy.
It'll make her feel qood.

-Come on.
-Mm-mm.

Yeah. Come on.

I said . . . I said

"You're the most
beautifulest woman

I ever saw
in the whole wide world."

That's the truth.
That's what she said.

B.B., don't you think Mommy
has the prettiest hair

in the whole wide world7

Yes, I do.

Matter of fact,
it's better than pretty.

What's better than pretty7

Mmm . . . qorqeous.

Very good. Corgeous.

Mommy is qorqeous.

Hmm. You know, sweetie,

mommy's kinda mad at daddy.

Why, daddy7
Were you beinq a bad daddy7

I'm afraid I was.
l was a real bad daddy.

Our little qirl learned about
life and death the other day.

Wanna tell mommy about
what happened to Emilio7

l killed him.

Emilio was her qoldfish.

Emilio was my qoldfiss.

She came running into my room,

holdinq the fish in her hand
and cryinq,

"Daddy! Daddy! Emilio's dead."

And l said,
"Really7 That's so sad."

"How did he die?"

And what did you say7

I stepped on him.

Actually, younq lady,

the words you so strateqically
used were

" l accidentally stepped on him."

To which l queried,

"And just how did
your foot accidentally

find its way
into Emilio's fishbowl?"

And she said, "No, no, no.

Emilio was on the carpet
when l stepped on him."

Mmm. The plot thickens.

"And just how did Emilio
qet on the carpet7"

And, mommy, you would've
been so proud of her.

She didn't lie.

She said she took Emilio
out of his bowl

and put him on the carpet.

And what was Emilio
doing on the carpet7

Flappinq.

And then you stomped on him.

Uh-huh.

And when you lifted up
your foot,

what was Emilio doing then?

Nothing.

He stopped flappinq, didn't he7

She told me later

that the second
she lirted up her foot

and saw Emilio not flappinq,
she knew what she had done.

Is that not the pertect
visual image of life and death7

A fish flappinq on the carpet,

and a fish not flapping
on the carpet.

So powertul,
even a four-year-old

with no concept of life
or death knew what it meant.

You loved Emilio, didn't you7

Uh-huh.

Well, l love mommy, too.

But I did to mommy
what you did to Emilio.

-You stomped on mommy7
-Worse.

I shot mommy.

Not pretend shootinq
like we were just doinq.

I shot her for real.

Why7 Did you want to see
what would happen7

No, l knew what would happen
to mommy if l shot her.

What I didn't know was,

when l shot mommy,
what would happen to me.

What happened7

l was very sad.

And that's when l learned

some thinqs, once you do,
they can never be undone.

What happened to mommy7

Why don't you ask mommy7

You okay, mommy? Does it hurt7

No, sweetie.

Doesn't hurt anymore.

Did it make you sick7

No. It made me sleep.

That's why I haven't been
with you, B.B. I've been asleep.

But you're awake now,
mommy. Hiqht?

I'm wide awake, pretty qirl.

B.B., would you like mommy

to watch a video with you
before sleepy time7

Uh-huh. Mommy, do you wanna
watch a video with me

before sleepy time7

Oh, yeah! I would love to.

-Which one do you wanna watch7
-Shogun Aseassin.

No, B.B. Bhogun Assaaa/n
is too lonq.

Mm-mm.

No, it's not.

Well, then,

I'll leave you ladies to it.

[BOY on TV] When / was //tt/e,
my father was famous.

He was the greatest samura/
in the emP/re.

And he wae the shogun 's
deoaP/tator.

He out off the heade
oy t3y /ords.

My yather wou/d
oome home to mother

and when he wou/d see her

he wou/d yorget
about the k//I/nge.

He wasn 't eoared of the shogun,

but the shogun
was soared oyh/m.

Maybe that waa the Prob/em.

Dne n/ght, the ehogun aent...

♪ My man ,s ♪

♪ Got a heart ♪

♪ Ljke the rook ♪

♪ That,s /n the sea ♪

♪ My man ,s ♪

♪ Got a heart ♪

♪ Ljke the rook ♪

♪ That,s /n the sea ♪

♪ We/I, no one to/d me
About her ♪

♪ The way ahe //ed ♪

♪ We//, no one to/d me ♪

♪ About her ♪

♪ How manyPeoP/e or/ed ♪

♪ My man ,s ♪

♪ Got a heart ♪

♪ Ljke the rook ♪

♪ That,s /n the sea ♪

♪ My man ,s ♪

♪ Got a heart ♪

♪ Ljke the rook ♪

♪ That,s /n the sea ♪

♪ We//, no one to/d me ♪

♪ About her ♪

♪ The way ahe //ed ♪

♪ We//, no one to/d me ♪

♪ About her ♪

♪ How manyPeoP/e or/ed ♪

♪ Dut /t,a too /ate ♪

♪ To sayyou,re aorry ♪

♪ How wou/d / know? ♪

♪ Why ehou/d / oare? ♪

♪ P/ease dont bother
Try/ng to y/nd her ♪

♪ Bhe ,s not there ♪

[Dill]
l was just admirinq your sword.

Ouite a piece of work.

Speakinq of which,
how is Hanzo-san7

He's qood.

Has his sushi qotten any better?

You know, l couldn't believe it.

You qot him to make you a sword.

It was easy.

I just dropped your name, Bill.

Ha. That'd do it.

♪ We//, no one to/d me ♪

♪ About her ♪

♪ We//, no one to/d me ♪

♪ About her ♪

I suppose the idea is
we cross Hanzo swords.

Am l riqht7

Well, it just so happens

this hacienda has
its own private beach.

And that private beach
just so happens

to look particularly beautiful
bathed in moonlight.

And there just so happens
to be a full moon out toniqht.

So, sword fiqhter,

if you want a sword fiqht,
that's where I suqqest.

But if you wanna be
old school about it,

and you know
I'm all about old school,

then we could wait until dawn

and slice each other up
at sunrise

like a couple
of real-life, honest...

Now, if you don't settle down,

l 'm qonna have to put one
in your kneecap.

And I hear tell that's a very
painful place to get shot in.

[lauqhs]

I'm just fuckin' with you.

Now, when it comes to you...

and us...

I have a few
unanswered questions.

So, before this tale
of bloody revenqe

reaches its climax,

l 'm qonna ask you
some questions,

and I want you
to tell me the truth.

However, therein lies a dilemma.

Because when it comes
to the subject of me,

I believe you are
truly and utterly

incapable of tellinq the truth.

Especially to me.
And least of all, to yourself.

And when it comes
to the subject of me,

I am truly and utterly

incapable of believinq
anythinq you say.

[Beatrix] How do you suppose
we solve this dilemma7

Well, it just so happens,

l have a solution.

-[Beatrix] Aqh!
-Gotcha!

[gruntinq] Cod!

[Bill laughs]

What the fuck did you
just shoot me with7

My qreatest invention.
Or at least my favorite.

Don't touch it,

or I'll stick another one
riqht in your cheek.

What lies within that dart,

just beqqinq to course its way
throuqh your veins

is an incredibly potent

and quite infallible
truth serum.

I call it
"The undisputed truth."

Twice as stronq
as sodium pentothal,

with no drugqy aftereffects.

Except for a sliqht wave
of euphoria. You feel it7

-Fuphoria7
-[Bill] Yeah.

-No.
-Too bad.

As you know,

l 'm quite keen on comic books.

Especially the ones
about superheroes.

I find the whole mythology

surroundinq superheroes
fascinating.

Take my favorite superhero,
Superman.

Not a qreat comic book.
Not particularly well drawn.

Mmm.

But the mytholoqy...

the mythology is not only
qreat, it's unique.

How lonq does this shit take
to go into effect7

About two minutes.

Just lonq enouqh for me
to finish my point.

Now, a staple of
the superhero mytholoqy is,

there's the superhero
and there's the alter eqo.

Batman is actually Bruce Wayne,

Spider-man is actually
Peter Parker.

When that character
wakes up in the morninq,

he's Peter Parker.

He has to put on a costume
to become Spider-man.

And it is in that characteristic
Superman stands alone.

Superman didn't become Superman.

Superman was born Superman.

When Superman wakes up
in the morning, he's Superman.

His alter ego is Clark Kent.

His outfit with the biq red "S,"

that's the blanket
he was wrapped in as a baby

when the Kents found him.
Those are his clothes.

What Kent wears-- the qlasses,
the business suit,

that's the costume.

That's the costume Superman
wears to blend in with us.

Clark Kent is how Superman
views us.

And what are the characteristics
of Clark Kent7

He's weak,

he's unsure of himself,

he's a coward.

Clark Kent is
Superman's critique

on the whole human race.

Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo
and Mrs. Tommy Plympton.

Ah, so.

The point emerqes.

You would've worn the costume
of Arlene Plympton.

But you were born Beatrix Kiddo.

And every morning
when you woke up,

you'd still be Beatrix Kiddo.

Oh, you can take the needle out.

Are you callinq me a superhero7

I'm callinq you a killer.

A natural-born killer.

You always have been,
and you always will be.

Movinq to El Paso,

working in a used-record store,

qoin' to the movies with Tommy,
clippinq coupons.

That's you

tryinq to disguise yourself
as a worker bee.

That's you tryin'
to blend in with the hive.

But you're not a worker bee.

You're a reneqade killer bee.

And no matter how much beer
you drank or barbecue you ate

or how fat your ass got,

nothinq in the world
would ever chanqe that.

First question:

Did you really think your life
in El Paso was qonna work7

No!

But I would've had B.B.!

Don't get me wronq.

I think you would have been
a wondertul mother.

Dut you are a killer.

All those people you killed
to get to me

felt damn qood, didn't they7

Yes.

Every sinqle one of them7

Yes.

That was the warmup round.

Now comes the $64,000 question.

Why did you run away
from me with my baby7

Do you remember the last
assiqnment you sent me on7

Of course.

Lisa Wonq.

The morning l left, I was sick.

On the plane, I threw up.

So l started thinkinq

maybe I was preqnant.

"Easy to use.
Remove cap and urinate

on the absorbent end
for five seconds."

"Accurate results
in only 90 seconds.

You can read the results

as soon as the line appears
in the window."

[sighs]

[clock tickinq]

Fuck.

[Beatrix] What I d/dn t know

was that somewhere on myjourney

I had been aPotted.

W/th me /n L.A.,
/t d/dn 't take L/sa Wong /ong

to send an aasaas/n ofher own.

[doorbell]

[Beatrix] Hello, can l help you7

Hello, l 'm Karen Kim.

I 'm the hospitality manaqer
of the hotel.

I have a welcome qift
from the management.

Oh, that's nice. Um ...

Can you just leave it
by the door7

You pretty good
with that shotqun7

Not that I have to be
at this ranqe,

but I'm a fuckinq surqeon
with this shotqun.

Well, quess what, bitch7
I'm better than Annie Oakley,

and l qot you riqht in my siqht.

I could blow
your fuckinq head off.

Not before I put one
riqht between your eyes,

so let's talk.

Karen ...

I just found out

riqht now,

not a moment before you blew
a hole throuqh the door,

that l 'm preqnant.

What is this7

On the floor by the door

is a strip that says
I'm preqnant.

Bullshit.

Any other time
you'd be 1 00o/o riqht.

But this time,

you're 1 00o/o wronq.

I'm the deadliest woman
in the world.

But riqht now,

I'm just scared shitless
for my baby.

Please.

Just look at the strip.

Please!

Stay where you are
and don't move.

I don't know what this
fuckin' shit means.

The box with the directions
is riqht there.

"Easy to use.

Remove the cap and urinate
on the absorbent end."

Blue means preqnant.

I 'll read it myself, thank you.

Oh, okay. Say l were
to believe you. What then?

Just qo home.

I'll do the same.

[door opens]

Congratulations.

Before that strip turned blue,

l was a woman. I was your woman.

I was a killer
who killed for you.

Before that strip turned blue,

I would've jumped a motorcycle
onto a speedinq train.

For you.

But once that strip turned blue,

I could no longer
do any of those thinqs.

Not anymore.

Because I was qonna be a mother.

Can you understand that7

Yes.

But why didn't you tell me
then, instead of now7

Once you knew, you'd claim her.

And I didn't want that.

Not your decision to make.

Yes.

But it's the riqht decision,
and I made it for my dauqhter.

She deserved to be born
with a clean slate.

But with you
she would've been born

into a world she shouldn't have.

I had to choose.

I chose her.

You know, five years ago,

if I had to make a list
of impossible thinqs

that could never happen,

you pertorming
a oouP de graoe on me

by bustin' a cap in my crown ...

would've been riqht
at the top of the list.

I'd have been wronq, wouldn't I7

I'm sorry.

Was that a question?

Of impossible things
that could never happen,

yes, in this instance,
you would 've been wrong.

Well7

When you never came back,

l naturally assumed Lisa Wong,

or somebody else,
had killed you.

Oh! And for the record,

lettinq somebody think
somebody they love is dead

when they're not is quite cruel.

I mourned you for three months.

And in the third month
of mourninq you

l tracked you down.

I wasn't tryin'
to track you down.

I was tryin' to track down
the fuckinq assholes

l thouqht killed you.

So l find you.

And what do I find7

Not only are you not dead,

you're qetting married
to some fuckinq jerk.

And you're preqnant.

I overreacted.

You overreacted7
Is that your explanation7

I didn't say I was
qonna explain myself.

I said I was qonna
tell you the truth.

But if that's too cryptic,
let's get literal.

I 'm a killer.

I'm a murderinq bastard.
You know that.

And there are consequences

to breakinq the heart
of a murderinq bastard.

You experienced some of them.

Was my reaction
really that surprisinq7

Yes. lt was.

Could you do what you did7

Of course you could.

But I never thouqht
you would, or could,

do that to me.

I 'm really sorry, Kiddo,

but you thouqht wrong.

You and I have
unfinished business.

Baby, you ain't kiddin'.

[ Qasps ]

[groans]

Aah.

Ha. Pai Mei tauqht you

the five-point-palm
exploding-heart technique7

'Course he did.

Why didn't you tell me7

l don't know.

Because I'm ...

a bad person.

[Bill] No.

You're not a bad person.

You're a terrific person.

You're my favorite person.

But every once in a while

you can be a real cunt.

How do I look7

You look ready.

Wel/, we//, we//.
/y/t a/n't the l/tt/e ftower.

[narrator] Good even/ng,
Mr. and Mrs. Amer/oa

and al/ the eh/Pa at sea.
Leta go to Press. F/ash.

Do you have a magP/e
/n yourhome?

/yyou do,
you are moat fortunate.

The magP/e /a the moet
oharm/ng b/rd /n al/ the wor/d.

He is the best fr/end
a farmer everhad.

Eat h/m gent/y
eat h/m k/nd/y

And a/ways remembe

the magP/e deaervee
your resPeot.

[sobbinq]

[lauqhinq]

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

V] Now, /'l/ te//you
what /'m gonna do.

/ ain 'tgot no headaohe.

Dh, yes, you have, brother.

[Chinqon's
"Malaquena Salerosa" playinq]

Yaaaqh!

[Bhivaree 's "Goodn/ght Moon "
P/ay/ng]

♪ There,s a na// /n the door ♪

♪ And theres g/aes
Dn the /awn ♪

♪ oks on the y/oo
And the /a on ♪

♪ And / alwaya a/eeP
W/th myguns ♪

♪ When you,re gone ♪

♪ There ,s a b/ade by the bed ♪

♪ And a Phone /n my hand ♪

♪ A dog on the y/oor ♪

♪ And some oaah
Dn the n/ghtetand ♪

♪ When Im al/ a/one,
The dreaming stoPs ♪

♪ And Ijuat oant stand ♪

♪ What shou/d I do? ♪

♪ Imjust a I/tt/e baby ♪

♪ What /f the //ghte go out
And maybe? ♪

♪ And then the w/nd
Juet starte to moan ♪

♪ Dutside the door
He yo//owed me home ♪

♪ Now, goodnight moon,
I want the sun ♪

♪ If/t,s not here eoon ♪

♪ / m/ght be done ♪

♪ No, /t won ,t be too aoon
T/// I aay ♪

♪ Goodn/ght moon ♪

♪ We/I, you,re uP eo h/gh,
How oan you save me? ♪

♪ When the dark oomea here
Ton/ght ♪

♪ To take me uP to
My yront wa/k and /nto bed ♪

♪ Where jt k/saes my faoe ♪

♪ And eate my head ♪

♪ What ehou/d / do?
/'mjuat a //tt/e baby ♪

♪ What /f the //ghte go out
And maybe? ♪

♪ And then the w/nd
Juet starte to moan ♪

♪ Dutside the door
He yo//owed me home ♪

♪ Now, goodnight moon,
I want the sun ♪

♪ /y/te not here soon,
/ m/ght be done ♪

♪ No, /t won ,t be too aoon
T/// I aay ♪

♪ Goodn/ght moon ♪

♪ No, /t won ,t be too aoon
T/// I aay ♪

♪ Goodn/ght moon ♪

[sonq ends]

["Urami Bushi" by Meiko Kaji]

[sonq ends]

[" Black Mamba" by The Wu Tang Clan
lnstrumental]

[music ends]

[Ouentin] And. . .action!

[man screams]

Cut.

Oh, come on, let's do it aqain.