Alright. I have been writing this for two weeks. It is a Tarantino-style pump anthology. Multiple scenes, non-linear timeline, long dialogue, sudden violence (but the violence is always about pumping). I am posting the opening scene. It is rough. It is a draft. Do not judge the formatting. Judge the pump.
VINCE and JULES sit across from each other in a red vinyl booth. Coffee. Eggs. The morning light is wrong in the way that diner light is always wrong — too yellow, too honest. VINCE is stirring his coffee. He has not stopped stirring for two minutes.
VINCE: You know what they call a pump in France?
JULES: They don't call it a pump?
VINCE: No, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what a pump is.
JULES: What do they call it?
VINCE: They call it "Le Pompe Royale."
JULES: Le Pompe Royale. What do they call a quarter-rep?
VINCE: A quarter-rep is a quarter-rep, but they call it "Le Quart de Repetition." And they don't think it counts. Over there, a quarter-rep is the same as not repping at all. You do a quarter-rep in a Paris gym and everyone just looks at you like you coughed in a cathedral.
JULES: (pause) I been thinking about something.
VINCE: What.
JULES: The pump. What it is. Not what it does — I know what it does. I'm asking what it IS. Fundamentally. At the bottom of the thing.
VINCE: It's blood in the muscle.
JULES: Nah, see, that's what they tell you. That's the surface answer. Blood in the muscle. But here's the thing — you ever had a pump so good it changed the way you see color? You ever had a pump so good you forgot your own name for about eight seconds?
VINCE: Once. In '97. Leg day.
JULES: Right. Now tell me — is that just blood in a muscle? Or is that something else? Because blood don't make you forget your name, Vince. Blood don't make the colors go different. Something else is happening. Something deeper. And every time I try to look at it directly, it moves. Like it don't want to be seen. Like it knows I'm looking.
VINCE stops stirring his coffee. He stares at JULES for a long moment.
VINCE: You're getting philosophical again.
JULES: I'm getting honest. There's a difference. Philosophy is when you think about things you don't care about. Honesty is when you think about things you do. And I care about the pump, Vince. I care about it more than I care about almost anything. And I do not understand what it is. And that bothers me.
Silence. The diner hums. Someone drops a plate in the kitchen and neither of them flinches.
VINCE: You want more coffee?
JULES: Yeah. And after that, we go pump.
VINCE: Yeah. After that, we go pump.