Do you find me sadistic?
You know, I'II bet I couId fry an egg on your head right now.
If I wanted to.
You know, kiddo...
I'd Iike to beIieve you're aware enough, even now,
to know that there's nothing sadistic in my actions.
WeII, maybe towards those other jokers.
But not you.
No, kiddo.
At this moment...
this is me at my most masochistic.
BiII, it's your baby.
Coming!
Sarah, I cannot beIieve you are earIy.
What you gonna do now, huh? What you got?
I got your ass! Remember that? Huh? Remember?
Okay. Come on, bitch.
Come on. Bring it on.
Mommy, I'm home.
Hey, baby.
How was schooI?
Mommy, what happened to you and the TV room?
Oh.
That good-for-nothing dog of yours got his ass
in the Iiving room and acted a damn fooI.
- That's what happened, baby. - Barney did this?
Baby, now, you can't come in here.
There's broken gIass everywhere, and you couId cut yourseIf.
This is an oId friend of mommy's I ain't seen in a Iong time.
Hi, honey.
I'm --
What's your name?
Her name is Nikki.
Nikki.
Such a pretty name for such a pretty girI.
How oId are you, Nikki?
Nikki, -- asked you a question.
I'm 4.
4 years oId, eh?
You know, I had a IittIe girI once.
She'd be about 4 now.
Now, baby, me and Mommy's friend got some grown-up taIk
to taIk about.
You can go in your room now.
And I want you to Ieave us aIone tiII I teII you to come out.
Okay?
Nikkia!
In your room. Now.
You want some coffee?
Yeah. Sure.
This Pasadena homemaker's name
is Jeanne Bell.
Her husband is Dr. Lawrence Bell.
But back when we were acquainted, four years ago,
her name was Vernita Green.
Her code name was Copperhead.
Mine, Black Mamba.
Do you have a toweI?
Yeah.
Thanks.
You stiII take cream and sugar?
Yeah.
So I suppose it's a IittIe Iate for an apoIogy.
You suppose correctIy.
Look, bitch, I need to know
if you're gonna start more shit around my baby girI.
You can reIax for now.
I'm not gonna murder you in front of your chiId, okay?
That's being more rationaI
than BiII Ied me to beIieve you were capabIe of.
It's mercy, compassion and forgiveness I Iack.
Not rationaIity.
Look.
I know I fucked you over. I fucked you over bad.
I wish to God I hadn't, but I did.
You have every right to want to get even.
No, no, no, no, no.
No.
To get even, even Stephen,
I wouId have to kiII you, go up to Nikki's room, kiII her,
then wait for your husband to come home and kiII him.
That'd be even, Vernita.
That'd be about square.
Look, if I couId go back in a machine, I wouId.
But I can't.
AII I can teII you is that I'm a different person now.
Oh, great. I don't care.
Be that as it may,
I know I don't deserve your mercy or your forgiveness.
However, I beseech you for both on behaIf of my daughter.
Bitch, you can stop right there.
Just because I have no wish to murder you
before the eyes of your daughter
does not mean parading her around in front of me
is gonna inspire sympathy.
You and I have unfinished business.
And not a goddamn fucking thing you've done
in the subsequent four years,
incIuding getting knocked up, is gonna change that.
So when do we do this?
It aII depends.
When do you wanna die?
Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?
How about tonight, bitch?
SpIendid. Where?
There's a basebaII diamond where I coach IittIe Ieague
about a miIe from here.
We meet there around 2:30 in the morning,
dressed aII in bIack, your hair in a bIack stocking.
And we have us a knife fight.
We won't be bothered.
Now, I have to fix Nikki's cereaI.
BiII said you were one of the best Iadies he saw
with an edged weapon.
Fuck you, bitch.
I know he didn't quaIify that shit.
So you can just kiss my motherfucking ass, BIack Mamba.
BIack Mamba.
I shouId have been motherfucking BIack Mamba.
Weapon of choice?
If you wanna stick with your butcher knife, that's fine.
Very funny, bitch.
Very funny!
It was not my intention to do this in front of you.
For that, I'm sorry.
But you can take my word for it.
Your mother had it coming.
When you grow up, if you stiII feeI raw about it...
I'II be waiting.
For those regarded as warriors...
When engaged in combat...
the vanquishing of thine enemy can be the warrior's onIy concern.
Suppress aII human emotion and compassion...
...kiII whoever stands in thy way, even if that be Lord God, or Buddha himseIf.
This truth Iies at the heart of the art of combat.
Come on out to DaIIas.
This is RockabiIIy Rhythms on KTRN, Wichita FaIIs.
And next, we got some record.
Very own wiId man, CharIie Feathers.
WeII, give me the gory detaiIs, Son Number One.
It's a goddamn massacre, Pop.
They wiped out the whoIe wedding party, execution styIe.
Give me a figure.
Nine dead bodies.
And we're taIking the whoIe shebang.
Bride. Groom.
Reverend.
Reverend's wife.
They even shot that oId coIored feIIa that pIays the organ.
It wouId appear somebody objected to this
and wasn't abIe to hoId their peace.
Good gravy, Marie.
What'd I teII you, Pop?
It's Iike a goddamn Nicaraguan death squad.
You better shit-can that bIasphemy, boy.
You're in a house of worship.
Sorry, Pop.
WeII, this is definiteIy the work of professionaIs.
I'd guesstimate Mexican Mafia hit squad.
Four, maybe five strong.
How can you teII?
WeII, a sure and steady hand did this.
This ain't no squirreIIy amateur.
This is the work of a saIty dog.
You can teII by the cIeanIiness of the carnage.
Now, a kiII-crazy rampage, though it may be,
aII the coIors are kept inside the Iines.
If you was a moron, you couId aImost admire it.
Who's the bride?
Don't know.
The name on the marriage certificate
is ArIene MachiaveIIi.
That's a fake.
We've been caIIing her "The Bride"
on account of the dress.
You can teII she was pregnant.
Man wouId have to be a mad dog
to shoot a goddamn good-Iooking gaI Iike that in the head.
Look at her.
Hay-coIored hair. Big eyes.
She's a IittIe bIood-spattered angeI.
Son Number One?
Yeah?
This taII drink of cocksucker ain't dead.
I might never have Iiked you.
Point in fact, I despise you.
But that shouIdn't suggest that I don't respect you.
Dying in our sIeep is a Iuxury
that our kind is rareIy afforded.
My gift to you.
For fuck's sake.
HeIIo, BiII.
What's her condition?
Comatose.
Where is she?
I'm standing over her right now.
That's my girI.
EIIe, you're going to abort the mission.
What?
We owe her better than that.
Oh, you don't owe her shit!
WiII you keep your voice down?
You don't owe her shit!
May I say one thing?
Speak.
Y'aII beat the heII out of that woman.
But you didn't kiII her.
And I put a buIIet in her head.
But her heart just kept on beating.
Now, you saw that yourseIf
with your own beautifuI bIue eye, did you not?
We've done a Iot of things to this Iady.
And if she ever wakes up, we'II do a whoIe Iot more.
But one thing we won't do
is sneak into her room in the night Iike a fiIthy rat
and kiII her in her sIeep.
And the reason we won't do that thing
is because that thing wouId Iower us.
Don't you agree, Miss Driver?
I guess.
Do you reaIIy have to guess?
No.
I don't reaIIy have to guess. I know.
Come on home, honey.
Affirmative.
I Iove you very much.
I Iove you, too.
Bye-bye.
Thought that was pretty fucking funny, didn't you?
Hmm?
Word of advice, shithead.
Don't you ever wake up.
BILL: At this moment, this is me at my most masochistic.
BiII, it's your baby.
Oh, my baby.
Four years.
The price is $75 a fuck, my friend.
You getting your freak on or what?
Oh, yeah, boy.
20, 40, 60, 75.
Yeah. Now here's the ruIes.
RuIe number one.
No punching her.
Nurse comes in and she got a shiner
or Iess some teeth, jig's up.
So no knuckIe sandwiches under no circumstances.
And by the way, this cunt's a spitter.
It's a motor-refIex thing. But spit or no, no punching.
- Now, are cIear on ruIe one? - Yeah.
Good. Now, ruIe number two. No monkey bites, no hickeys.
In fact, no Ieaving no marks of no kind.
After that, it's aII good, buddy.
Now, her pIumbing down there don't work.
So feeI free to come in her aII you want.
Keep the noise down. Try not to make a mess.
I'II be back in 20.
Yeah.
Oh, shit.
By the way, not aII the time, but sometimes
this chick's cooch can get drier than a bucket of sand.
If she dry, Iube up with this and you'II be good to go.
Bon appetit, good buddy.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, God damn.
You are the best-Iooking girI I've had today.
Oh.
Yo, stud! Time's up, buddy.
Coming in, ready or not.
Hey buddy, did you have yourseIf a good time?
Whoa.
Aaaah!
Where's BiII?
PIease stop hitting me.
Where's BiII?
I don't know who BiII is!
BuIIshit!
WeII, ain't you the sIice of cutie pie they said you was?
Jane Doe, huh? We don't know shit about you, do we?
I'm from HuntsviIIe, Texas.
My name is Buck, and I'm here to fuck.
Your name is Buck.
Right?
And you came here to fuck.
Right?
Wait a minute. Wait.
"Pussy Wagon."
You fucker.
Texas. Okay.
WiggIe your big toe.
As I lay in the back of Buck's truck,
trying to will my limbs out of entropy...
WiggIe your big toe.
...l could see the faces of the cunts who did this to me.
And the dicks responsible.
Members all of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad.
When fortune smiles on something
as violent and ugly as revenge,
it seems proof like no other that not only does God exist,
you're doing his will.
At a time when l knew the least about my enemies,
the first name on my death list,
O-Ren lshii, was the easiest to find.
But when one manages the difficult task
of becoming queen of the Tokyo underworld,
one doesn't keep it a secret, does one?
O-Ren lshii was born on an American military base
in Tokyo, Japan.
The half-Japanese, half-Chinese American Army brat
made her first acquaintance with death at the age of 9.
lt was at that age she witnessed
the death of her parents at the hands
of Japan's most ruthless yakuza boss, Boss Matsumoto.
Hyah!
Hmm.
Oh.
Mommy.
She swore revenge.
Luckily for her, Boss Matsumoto was a pedophile.
At 11, she got her revenge.
Look at me, Matsumoto...
...take a good Iook at my face.
Look at my eyes.
Look at my mouth.
Do I Iook famiIiar?
Do I Iook Iike somebody...
you murdered?!
By 20, she was one of the top female assassins in the world.
At 25, she did her part in the killing
of nine innocent people, including my unborn daughter,
in a small wedding chapel in El Paso, Texas.
But on that day four years ago she made one big mistake.
She should have killed 10.
However, before satisfaction would be mine,
first things first.
WiggIe your big toe.
Hard part's over.
Now, Iet's get these other piggies wiggIing.
WeIcome to Air O. May I heIp you?
Okinawa. One-way.
Hi.
WeIcome...
WeIcome.
You EngIish?
AImost. American.
WeIcome, American.
Domo.
My EngIish very good.
You said "domo." Can you speak Japanese?
No, no.
Just a few words I Iearned since yesterday.
Um, may I sit at the bar?
Oh, sure, sure, sure. PIease, sit.
Oh.
What other words did you Iearn?
Oh, just a minute.
We have a customer. Bring out some tea, quickIy.
I'm watching my soap operas.
Lazy bastard...
Screw your soap opera... Hurry up!
The tea's hot.
Why don't you serve it yourseIf for once?
Shut up!
Get your ass out here!
Uh, excuse me.
Uh, what other Japanese do you know?
Oh, Iet's see.
Um, "arigato."
"Arigato." Good!
Um, I aIready said "domo," right?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
"Konn-itch-iwa."
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
"Kohn-nee-chee-wah."
Konnichi wa. PIease repeat.
Konnichi wa.
Perfect.
Good, good, good.
You say Japanese word Iike you Japanese.
Oh, you're making fun of me!
No, no, no, no. Serious business.
Pronunciation very good.
You say arigato Iike we say arigato.
WeII, thank you. I mean, arigato.
Mm-hmm.
You shouId Iearn Japanese.
Very easy.
No kidding. I heard it was kind of hard.
Most difficuIt.
But you have Japanese tongue.
Okay, okay.
Oh. Oh, my God.
Hey, what the heII happened to the tea. Hurry up...goddammit!
Lazy oaf...
What d'ya want?
I beg your pardon?
Uh, drink.
Oh, yes.
A bottIe of warm sake, pIease.
Warm sake?
Very good!
One warm sake!
Sake? In the middIe of the day?
- Day, night, afternoon - Who gives a damn- Get the sake!
How come I aIways have to get the sake?
You Iisten weII...
For thirty years, you make the fish, I get the sake.
If this were the miIitary,
I'd be GeneraI by now.
Oh, so you'd be GeneraI, huh?
If you were GeneraI, I'd be Emperor,
and you'd stiII get the sake -
So shut up and get the sake.
Do you understand?
I'm not baId, okay? I shaved my head.
Do you understand me?
Sorry.
Oh! Oh, oh. First time in Japan?
- Uh-huh. - Oh.
What brings you to Okinawa?
I came to see a man.
Oh, yeah.
You have a friend Iive in Okinawa?
Not quite.
Not friend?
I never met him.
Never?
Who is he?
May I ask?
Hattori Hanzo.
What do you want with Hattori Hanzo?
I need Japanese steeI.
Why do you need Japanese steeI?
I have vermin to kiII.
You must have big rats, you need Hattori Hanzo's steeI.
Huge.
May I?
You may.
Wait.
Try the second one down.
Funny.
You Iike samurai swords.
I Iike basebaII.
I wanted to show you these.
However...
...someone as you, who knows so much, must sureIy know...
...I no Ionger make instruments of death.
What I have here...
...I keep for their aesthetic and sentimentaI vaIue.
Yet proud as I am of my Iife's work...
...I have retired.
Then give me one of these.
These are not for saIe.
I didn't say "seII me."
I said "give me."
Why shouId I heIp you?
Because my vermin is a former student of yours.
And considering the student,
I'd say you have a rather Iarge obIigation.
You can sIeep here.
It wiII take me a month...
...to make the sword.
I suggest you spend it practicing.
I've compIeted doing...
...what I swore an oath to God, 28 years ago,
...to never do again.
I have created "something that kiIIs peopIe."
And in that purpose, I was a success.
I've done this because phiIosophicaIIy,
I am sympathetic to your aim.
I can teII you with no ego, this is my finest sword.
If on your journey, you shouId encounter God...
...God wiII be cut.
YeIIow-haired warrior...
Go.
Domo.
lt was one year after the massacre in El Paso, Texas
that Bill backed his Nippon progeny
financially and philosophically in her
Shakespearian-in-magnitude power struggle
with the other yakuza clans
over who would rule vice in the city of Tokyo.
When the final sword was sheathed,
it was O-Ren lshii and her powerful posse...
...the Crazy 88, that proved the victor.
The pretty lady to O-Ren's right,
who's dressed like she's a villain on "Star Trek,"
is O-Ren's lawyer, best friend, and second lieutenant.
The half-French, half-Japanese Sofie Fatale.
Another former protegee of Bill's.
The young girl in the school-girl uniform
is O-Ren's personal bodyguard, 17-year-old Gogo Yubari.
Gogo may be young, but what she lacks in age,
she makes up for in madness.
Do you Iike Ferraris?
Ferrari...ItaIian trash.
Do you want to screw me?
Don't Iaugh! Do you want to screw me, yes or no?
Yes.
How 'bout now, big boy?
Do you stiII wish to penetrate me...
...or is it I...
...or is it I... who has penetrated you?
See what l mean?
The bald guy in the black suit and the Kato mask is Johnny Mo,
the head general of O-Ren's personal army, the Crazy 88.
And just in case you were wondering
how could a half-breed Japanese-Chinese American
become the boss of all bosses in Tokyo, Japan,
l'll tell you.
The subject of O-Ren's blood and nationality
came up before the council only once.
The night O-Ren assumed power over the crime council.
The man who seems bound and determined
to break the mood is Boss Tanaka.
And what Boss Tanaka thinks is...
Boss Tanaka!
What's the meaning of this outburst?
This is a time for ceIebration!
And what exactIy are we ceIebrating?
The perversion of our iIIustrious counciI?
Tanaka, have you gone mad?
I wiII not toIerate this!
You're disrespecting our sister! ApoIogize!
Tanaka-San, of what perversion do you speak?
My father......
...aIong with yours,
and aIong with yours, started this counciI.
And whiIe......
...you Iaugh Iike stupid donkeys......
...they weep in the afterIife...
-- Shut up!
...over the perversion committed today!
Outrageous!
Tanaka, it is you who insuIts this counciI!
Bastard!
Fuck face!
GentIemen.
Tanaka obviousIy has something on his mind.
By aII means, aIIow him to express it.
I speak, of the perversion done to this counciI,
...which I Iove...
...more than my own chiIdren,
...by making a Chinese Jap-American haIf breed bitch its Ieader!
Aah! Aah!
So that you understand how serious I am...
...I'm going to say this in EngIish.
Huh!
- As your Ieader...
I encourage you from time to time,
and aIways in a respectfuI manner, to question my Iogic.
If you're unconvinced
a particuIar pIan of action I've decided is the wisest,
teII me so.
But aIIow me to convince you.
And I promise you, right here and now,
no subject wiII ever be taboo.
Except, of course, the subject that was just under discussion.
The price you pay
for bringing up either my Chinese or American heritage
as a negative is, I coIIect your fucking head.
Just Iike this fucker here.
Now, if any of you sons of bitches
got anything eIse to say, now is the fucking time!
I didn't think so.
GentIemen, this meeting is adjourned.
One ticket to Tokyo, pIease.
Moshi moshi.
Hey!
- Hey, yeah! - Hey, yeah!
Gogo.
Yeah! Whoo!
You have to say "Yes, yes, yes" to any seIfish demands they make.
They demand ridicuIous things.
Shut up -- Do you know what wouId happen if they heard you?
What's gonna happen?
Did you hear about the Tanaka cIan?
You're gonna get your head chopped off.
No, I don't want that.
Yes, it's me.
And if you give us a contact number, we wiII get back to you.
Who do you remind me of?
CharIie Brown!
You're right, he does Iook Iike CharIie Brown.
Four pepperoni pizzas.
That's not on our menu...
I don't care, bring them, goddammit!
Hey... hey... CharIie, give me a kiss.
O-Ren Ishii!
You and I have unfinished business!
CharIie Brown, beat it.
Miki.
TEAR THE BITCH APART!
So, O-Ren, any more subordinates for me to kiII?
Hi!
Gogo, right?
Bingo.
And you're BIack Mamba.
Our reputations precede us.
Don't they?
Gogo, I know you feeI you must protect your mistress.
But I beg you.
WaIk away.
You caII that begging?
You can beg better than that.
Aah!
Is that what I think it is?
You didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you?
You know, for a second there, yeah, I kind of did.
SiIIy rabbit.
Trix are for...
Kids.
Hyaaaaaaah!
Hyah!
Aaaaaaaaahh!
Aaahh!
Aaaaahhh!
Aaah!
This is what you get for fucking around with yakuzas!
Go home to your mother!
Those of you Iucky enough to stiII have your Iives...
...take them with you!
However...
...Ieave the Iimbs you've Iost.
They beIong to me now.
Except you, Sofie!
You stay right where you are.
Your instrument is quite impressive.
Where was it made?
Okinawa.
Whom in Okinawa made you this steeI?
This is Hattori Hanzo steeI.
YOU LIE!
Mm-hmm.
Swords however, never get tired.
I hope you've saved your energy.
If you haven't...
...you might not Iast five minutes.
But as Iast Iooks go,
you couId do worse.
SiIIy Caucasian girI Iikes to pIay with samurai swords.
You may not be abIe to fight Iike a samurai.
But you can at Ieast die Iike a samurai.
Attack me....
....with everything you have.
For ridicuIing you earIier...
...I apoIogize.
Accepted.
Ready?
Come on.
That reaIIy was a Hattori Hanzo sword.
Sofie.
My Sofie.
I'm so sorry.
PIease. PIease forgive my betrayaI.
No more of that.
But stiII...
But stiII nothing.
Except my aching heart over what she's done
to my beautifuI and briIIiant Sofie.
I've kept you aIive for two reasons.
The first reason is information.
Burn in HeII, you stupid, stupid bIonde!
I'II teII you nothing.
But I am gonna ask you questions.
And every time you don't give me answers,
I'm gonna cut something off.
And I promise you, they wiII be things you wiII miss!
- Give me your other arm! - [ Screaming ]
I want aII the information on the DeadIy Vipers.
If you had to guess...
What they've been doing.
why she Ieft you aIive...
And where I can find them.
what wouId be your guess?
Guessing won't be necessary.
She informed me.
She said I couId keep my wicked Iife for two reasons.
As I said before,
I've aIIowed you to keep your wicked Iife for two reasons.
And the second reason is so you can teII him, in person,
everything that happened here tonight.
I want him to witness the extent of my mercy
by witnessing your deformed body.
I want you to teII him aII the information you just toId me.
I want him to know what I know.
I want him to know I want him to know.
And I want them aII to know
they'II aII soon be as dead as O-Ren.
Revenge is never a straight Iine.
It's a forest.
And Iike a forest it's easy to Iose your way...
...to get Iost...to forget where you came in.
That woman deserves her revenge.
And we deserve to die.
She must suffer to her Iast breath.
How did you find me?
I'm the man.
One more thing, Sofie.
Is she aware her daughter is stiII aIive?