So I had this idea. An idea that took root and wouldn’t let go. I needed to rewrite Pulp Fiction as Pulp Fourth World but not just a scene or two. No, I had to rewrite the entire fucking script. I tried to get Jeff Lester to stop me. He told me to “don’t not do it” and so I thought about it even more. Rewriting the script. The whole thing. Now, this will take time. And I won’t rush it. But I finished the first scene and thought I would share that. It could be months before this project is done. Months. But sometimes I will post scenes here as previews… Such as this one:

INT. COFFEE SHOP – MORNING

A normal Sleez's, Denny's-like coffee shop in Apokolips. 
It's about 9:00 in the morning, though as always, there is 
no sun. While the place isn't jammed, there's a healthy 
number of lowlies drinking sludge coffee, munching on 
parademon-bacon and eating eggs.

Two of these people are SCOTT FREE and BARDA. Scott Free 
has a slight working-class American carnival accent and, like 
his fellow carnies, chews straw like it's going out of style.

It is impossible to tell where the BARDA is from or 
how old she is; everything she does contradicts something 
she did, she may be from New Genesis or Apokolips, she 
could have been a Fury or a Farmhand. Though her stature 
certainly leans toward Fury, let's be honest.. Scott and Barda 
sit in a booth. Their dialogue is to be said in a rapid pace 
"HIS GIRL FRIDAY" fashion.

       SCOTT FREE
          No, forget it, it's too risky. I'm 
          through doin' that shit. Oberon would shit.

       BARDA
          You always say that, the same thing 
          every time: never again, I'm through, 
          too dangerous, Oberon needs diapers.

       SCOTT FREE
          I know that's what I always say. I'm 
          always right too, but –

       BARDA
          – but you forget about it in a day 
          or two -

       SCOTT FREE
          – yeah, well, the days of me 
          forgittin' are over, and the days of 
          me rememberin' have just begun. Even
         I got limits.

       BARDA
          When you go on like this, you know 
          what you sound like?

       SCOTT FREE
          I sound like a sensible fucking man, 
          is what I sound like, for once.

       BARDA
          You sound like Granny.
(imitates Granny Goodness)
          Safe, safe, safe, no feelings, safe, safe,
          safe...

       SCOTT FREE
          Well take heart, 'cause you're never 
          gonna hafta hear it again. Because 
          since I'm never gonna do it again, 
          you're never gonna hafta hear me 
          go on about how I'm never gonna do 
          it again. 

       BARDA
          After tonight.

The Scott and Bardal laugh, their laughter putting a pause in 
there, back and forth.

       SCOTT FREE
(with a smile)
          Correct. I got all tonight to escape, and to help
           these fools do the same.

A WAITRESS comes by with a pot of sludge coffee.

       WAITRESS
          Can I get anybody anymore sludge?

       BARDA
          Oh yes, thank you.

The Waitress pours Barda's coffee. Scott Free 
chews his straw thoughtfully.

       SCOTT FREE
          I'm doin' fine.

The Waitress leaves. 

Barda pours a ton of cream and sugar into her 
coffee.

Scott Free goes right back into it.

       SCOTT FREE
          I mean the way it is now, you're 
          takin' the same fuckin' risk as when 
          you're tied in chains and about to be 
          hit by a train. You take more of a 
          risk. Trains are easier!  Trains just keep 
          coming. No surprises with a train. Why 
          should there be? The conductor just goes 
          full steam. You don't even  need a 
 	 Megarod for a train. Just a lockpick 
	 and a bit of  time. I heard about this guy, 
	 tied himself to the tracks with a buncha 
	 chains and some laser security, right in 
	 front of a train. Had a normal paperclip 
          up his nose, is all he had.

       BARDA
          Did it work?

       SCOTT FREE
          Fuckin' A it worked, that's what I'm 
          talkin' about! Knucklehead ties himself 
	 down in front a train with a paperclip up 
	 his nose, not even lockpicks and gets out 
	 of it, despite laser beams everywhere.

       BARDA
          Did he destroy the train?

       SCOTT FREE
          I don't know. There probably never 
          was a train – the point of the 
          story isn't the train. The 
          point of the story is he escaped 
          the chains and lasers with a paperclip.

       BARDA
          You wanna escape trains?

       SCOTT FREE
          I'm not sayin' I wanna escape more trains, 
          I'm just illustrating that if we 
          did, it would be easier than what we 
          been doin'.

       BARDA
          So you don't want to be n escape artist?

       SCOTT FREE
          Naw, all those guys are goin' down 
          the same road, either dead or boring. 
          I've escaped, you know?

       BARDA
          And no more shark tanks?

       SCOTT FREE
          What have we been talking about? 
          Yeah, no more shark tanks. Besides, 
          it ain't the giggle it usta be. Too 
          many friendly sharks. They're all "Hey, 
          buddy, wanna play?" You tell 'em 
          "You're a fucking shark not a dolphin 
          and they don't know what you mean.
          They make it too personal. We keep 
          on, one of those shark motherfuckers' 
          gonna make us kill 'em.

       BARDA
          I'm not gonna kill anybody, today.

       SCOTT FREE
          I don't wanna kill anybody either. 
          But they'll probably put us in a 
          situation where it's us of them. And 
          if it's not the sharks, it's these old 
          train operators who've ridden for 
          fifteen fuckin' generations. Ya got 
          Grandpa Irving sittin' in the 
          caboose with a fuckin' Magnum. 
          Worried you'll dent his train with 
           your chains Fuck it, forget it, we're 
           out of it.

       BARDA
          Well, what else is there, day jobs?

       SCOTT FREE
(laughing)
          Not this life.

       BARDA
          Well what then?

He calls to the Waitress.

       SCOTT FREE
          Slimeball! Sludge coffee!

Then looks to his girl.

       SCOTT FREE
          Let's liberate this place.

The Waitress comes by, pouring him some more.

       WAITRESS
(snotty)
          "Slimeball" means Parademon.

She splits.

       BARDA
          Here? It's a coffee shop.

       SCOTT FREE
          What's wrong with that? People never 
          liberate restaurants, why not? Factories, 
          processing plants, malls, you can't enter 
          one without someone trying to liberate 
          the hell out of you. Restaurants, on the 
          other hand, you catch with their pants down. 
          They're not expecting to get freedom, 
          or not as expecting.

       BARDA
(taking to idea)
          I bet in places like this you could 
          cut down on the slave factor.

       SCOTT FREE
          Correct. Just like trains, these places 
          are insured. The managers don't give 
          a fuck, they're just tryin' to get 
          ya out the door before you start 
          convert too much staff.  Waitresses, forget 
          it, they ain't takin' revolution for 
          the nothing. Busboys, some lowlie 
          gettin' paid a dollar fifty a hour 
          gonna really give a fuck you're 
          converting' from Darkseid. Customers 
          are sittin' there with food in their 
          mouths, they don't know what's goin' 
          on. One minute they're havin' a slime 
          omelet, next minute somebody's 
          educatin' them on freedom.

Barda visibly takes in the idea. 
Scott Free continues in a low voice.

       SCOTT FREE
          See, I got the idea last rally event 
          we did up. 'Member all those 
          hunger dogs kept comin' in?

       BARDA
          Yeah.

       SCOTT FREE
          Then you got the idea to give 
          everybody money and tools.

       BARDA
          Uh-huh.

       SCOTT FREE
          That was a good idea.

       BARDA
          Thanks.

       SCOTT FREE
          We made converted more because 
          of the money than we did the rally.

       BARDA
          Yes we did.

       SCOTT FREE
          A lot of people go to restaurants.

       BARDA
          A lot of money to be spread.

       SCOTT FREE
          Pretty smart, huh?

Barda scans the restaurant with this new 
information.

She sees all the HUNGER DOGS eating, lost in conversations. 
The tired WAITRESS, taking orders. The BUSBOYS going 
through the motions, collecting dishes. The MANAGER complaining 
to the COOK about something. A smiles breaks out on BARDA's 
face.

       BARDA
          Pretty smart.
(into it)
          I'm ready, let's go, right here, 
          right now.

       SCOTT FREE
          Remember, same as before, you're 
          crowd control, I handle the employees.

       BARDA
          Got it.

Barda takes out a Megarod and Scott takes out a Motherbox, they 
set both on the table. He looks at her and she back at him.

       BARDA
          I love you, Scott.

       SCOTT FREE
          I love you, Barda.

And with that, Barda and Scott grab their weapons, stand 
up and liberate the restaurant. Scott's revolution persona is 
that of the in-control professional. Barda's is that of the 
psychopathic, hair-triggered, loose cannon.

       SCOTT FREE
(yelling to all)
          Everybody be cool this is a revolution!

       BARDA
          Any of you fuckin' pricks refuse to listen
          and I'll blast every one of you motherfuckers! 
          Got that?

        CUT TO:

CREDIT SEQUENCE:

        "PULP FOURTH WORLD"