INT. BUDD'S CAMPER'S KITCHEN - DAY
Budd and Elle in the tiny kitchen of Budd's tiny camper. Elle
sits a the kitchen table, a black suitcase by her feet. Budd
stands at a blender making them both breakfast margaritas, as
he finishes telling the tale of last night.
ELLE
...So that's called a Texas
funeral?
BUDD
Yep.
ELLE
I got to give it to ya Budd, that's
a pretty ****ed up way to die.
What's the name on the grave she's
buried under?
BUDD
Paula Schultz.
Budd turns on the NOISY blender, as Elle writes down the name
Paula Schultz on a small notepad, placing it back inside her
pocket. As the blender MASHES ICE, Elle looks around and sees
the Bride's Hanzo sword in its sheath, leaning up against the
T.V. In the front room. Budd shuts the blender off.
ELLE
Can I look at the sword?
BUDD
That's my money in that black case,
isn't it?
ELLE
Sure is.
BUDD
Well then, it's your sword now.
The tall blonde girl steps into the living room, takes the
Hanzo sword, and sits back down on the kitchen chair.
She slowly removes the Japanese steel from its wood sheath.
ELLE
So this, is a Hattori Hanzo sword.
Budd answers as he fills up two former peanut butter jars
with breakfast margaritas.
BUDD
That's a Hanzo sword alright.
ELLE
Bill tells me you once had one of
your own.
Pause.
BUDD
Once.
ELLE
How does this one compare to that
one?
BUDD
If you're gonna compare a Hanzo
sword, you compare it to every
sword ever made -- wasn't made by
Hattori Hanzo. Here, wrap your lips
around this.
He hands her her margarita, she takes a sip. He takes a gulp.