Finding Easter in Pulp Fiction

Maybe Jules  and Vincent (played by Samuel L. Jackson & John Travolta) have something to teach us about Easter from their dialogue in Pulp Fiction.  Below is an excerpt from the screenplay.

INT. APARTMENT – DAY

The bathroom door BURSTS OPEN and the Fourth Man CHARGES
out, silver Magnum raised, FIRING SIX BOOMING SHOTS from his
hand cannon.

FOURTH MAN
Die… die… die… die…!

DOLLY INTO Fourth Man, same as before.

He SCREAMS until he’s dry firing. Then a look of confusion
crosses his face.

TWO SHOT – JULES AND VINCENT

Standing next to each other, unharmed. Amazing as it seems,
none of the Fourth Man’s shots appear to have hit anybody.
Jules and Vincent exchange looks like, “Are we hit?” They’re
as confused at the shooter. After looking at each other,
they bring their looks up to the Fourth Man.

FOURTH MAN
I don’t understand –

The Fourth Man is taken out of the scenario by the two men’s
bullets who, unlike his, HIT their marks. He drops DEAD.

The two men lower their guns. Jules, obviously shaken, sits
down in a chair. Vincent, after a moment of respect, shrugs
it off.

Then heads toward Marvin in the corner.

VINCENT
Why the fuck didn’t you tell us about
that guy in the bathroom? Slip your
mind? Forget he was in there with a
goddamn hand cannon?

JULES
(to himself)
We should be fuckin’ dead right now.
(pause)
Did you see that gun he fired at us?
It was bigger than him.

VINCENT
.357.

JULES
We should be fuckin’ dead!

VINCENT
Yeah, we were lucky.

Jules rises, moving toward Vincent.

JULES
That shit wasn’t luck. That shit was
somethin’ else.

Vincent prepares to leave.

VINCENT
Yeah, maybe.

JULES
That was… divine intervention. You
know what divine intervention is?

VINCENT
Yeah, I think so. That means God
came down from Heaven and stopped
the bullets.

JULES
Yeah, man, that’s what is means.
That’s exactly what it means! God
came down from Heaven and stopped
the bullets.

VINCENT
I think we should be going now.

JULES
Don’t do that! Don’t you fuckin’ do
that! Don’t blow this shit off!
What just happened was a fuckin’
miracle!

VINCENT
Chill the fuck out, Jules, this shit
happens.

JULES
Wrong, wrong, this shit doesn’t just
happen.

VINCENT
Do you wanna continue this theological
discussion in the car, or at the
jailhouse with the cops?

JULES
We should be fuckin’ dead now, my
friend! We just witnessed a miracle,
and I want you to fuckin’ acknowledge
it!

VINCENT
Okay man, it was a miracle, can we
leave now?

……

[Several scenes later, Jules and Vincent continue their conversation in the coffee shop:]

VINCENT
Good for you. Lighten up a little.
You been sittin’ there all quiet.

JULES
I just been sittin’ here thinkin’.

VINCENT
(mouthful of food)
About what?

JULES
The miracle we witnessed.

VINCENT
The miracle you witnessed. I witnessed
a freak occurrence.

JULES
Do you know that a miracle is?

VINCENT
An act of God.

JULES
What’s an act of God?

VINCENT
I guess it’s when God makes the
impossible possible. And I’m sorry
Jules, but I don’t think what happened
this morning qualifies.

JULES
Don’t you see, Vince, that shit don’t
matter. You’re judging this thing
the wrong way. It’s not about what.
It could be God stopped the bullets,
he changed Coke into Pepsi, he found
my fuckin’ car keys. You don’t judge
shit like this based on merit. Whether
or not what we experienced was an
according-to-Hoyle miracle is
insignificant. What is significant
is I felt God’s touch, God got
involved.

………………..

From:

“PULP FICTION”

By

Quentin Tarantino & Roger Avary

as found at: http://www.imsdb.com/scripts/Pulp-Fiction.html

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