Jurassic Pulp
By Dot Gumbi
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When Marsellus Wallace is given the opportunity to invest in a pioneering new resort, he jumps at it, but after several years of no contact his patience runs out and he sends his two henchmen, Jules and Vincent, to find out what's happened to his money. They fly to a private island off of Costa Rica where they discover their boss has invested in a dinosaur theme-park, but before they get chance to call and tell him what's going on, the park is plunged into chaos and Jules and Vincent find themselves fighting for their lives.
'How the hell we gonna tell him he's bought a god-damned dinosaur?'
Dot Gumbi
British comedy author. Wants to make you laugh and stuff. If you like Douglas Adams, Jasper Fforde, Robert Rankin - give me a go.
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Jurassic Pulp - Dot Gumbi
1... THE CLUB
LOS ANGELES – JULY, 1993
Two men in suits descended stairs and entered a basement bar. They paused in the doorway and checked their watches. It was 8am and the place was quiet. A barman was wiping down a table in the far corner. He looked up and acknowledged them. ‘Guys...you’re early.’ He waved at the bar. ‘Take a seat...I’ll be right over.’
The two men said nothing. They had stern faces and were dressed in black suits, skinny black ties and white shirts. One man was black, with a ball-shaped afro, boot-shaped sideburns and a handlebar moustache. That was Jules. The other man was white, with shoulder-length black hair that was greased back over his ears. That was Vincent.
They crossed the dance floor and waited by the bar. Vincent examined the neatly arranged bottles, whilst Jules ran his eyes over the building.
The barman came over, walking quickly. He picked up a phone behind the bar and pressed a number. ‘They’re here, Mr Wallace.’ He hung up and turned to Jules and Vincent. ‘Mr Wallace will be out in a few minutes. Get you guys a drink?’
Vincent shook his head. Jules didn’t even respond.
A few moments later, a pair of double doors swung open. A black man stepped through them. He was the size of a truck with a gleaming bald head and gold hoop earrings. He had a mixing bowl under his right arm and was wearing an apron over his suit. This was Mr Wallace.
‘Motherfuckers,’ he said, in a voice as deep and slow as lava. ‘Get your asses over here.’
Marsellus Wallace was a businessman, at least, that’s what it looked like on paper. In truth he was a criminal kingpin, with his fingers in a great number of illegal pies and pastries all over LA. Rumour was that he was a multi-millionaire. How many millions, nobody knew, and nobody outside of the IRS really cared, so long as they kept getting paid. And Jules and Vincent had been on the payroll for a long time now. Their work for Mr Wallace was varied. It sometimes involved putting muscle on someone, collecting debts, sending a message, or even just running errands like picking up Mrs Wallace’s dry cleaning. So long as they did it with respect and without fuss, there were no problems and everyone got paid.
Jules and Vincent took a seat. Marsellus Wallace, all 300lbs of him, squeezed into a chair opposite them. They watched as he stirred the bowl with a wooden spoon.
‘Black forest gateaux,’ explained Marsellus. ‘It’s Leroy’s birthday. This needs plenty of air.’
Jules and Vincent nodded. When Marsellus wasn’t being a criminal kingpin he was a keen amateur baker, and he’d won several rosettes at local fetes. Rumours he’d threatened to kill the judges if he’d lost were misplaced, so he said.
Marsellus turned the cake mixture slowly. ‘I need you to go out of town for a few days. I have an investment...I wanna know it’s protected.’
Both Jules and Vincent sat up. This sounded like a bigger job than normal. When anyone says out of town
you know it’s going to be something big and Marsellus had contacts all along the West Coast, even stretching as far out as the Nevada desert.
‘These are dark times,’ continued Marsellus. ‘A man’s got to be wise with his money, and his money got to be wise. I decided to invest some of mine in a pioneering new resort. I’m told it will be one of kind. Something the world has never seen before. And Marsellus Wallace likes to be ahead of everyone. I bought a piece, so people can say Marsellus saw the future...but right now...I ain’t seen shit. I have an associate that hasn’t been particularly forthcoming with details...and my ass is tired of waiting.’
He adjusted the bowl under his arm and leaned forward. ‘What I want to know is this...is he cheating me? Or is this resort a world wonder like he says.’ He paused. ‘With this resort, my associate said he spared no expense...I want to know where every dime went.’
Vincent lit up a cigarette. ‘Where’s the resort?’
‘Costa Rica.’
‘Costa Rica?’ said Jules. ‘Whoa, when you said out of town
I thought you meant ’Cisco, or maybe New York...but this is some real international James Bond shit.’
Vincent leaned forward. ‘Mr Wallace, we normally drive to our jobs. Are you expecting us to drive down there or have we got to go to a travel agent or—’
‘I think what Vincent is getting at,’ interrupted Jules, ‘is that we pay our own fuel. Will this be on expenses?’
‘Relax...’ said Marsellus. ‘The arrangements are covered, you’ll be going to Costa Rica by private jet then a chopper will take you to the island.’
‘Island?’
‘My associate has leased an island from the Costa Rican government. His people came to me looking for investment to develop it. That was six years ago.’
Jules and Vincent looked at one another. This was big. Private jets. Choppers. Private islands.
Marsellus continued. ‘I sent my associate a message. Told him I was tired of waiting. Said I’d pull my money, or have some brothers pull off his legs. No surprise, I get a call telling me to come and visit the resort myself...but as you know, Marsellus Wallace don’t fly. So, you are going to be my eyes and ears.’ He clicked his fingers. The barman hurried over with some paperwork and handed it to them.
‘You fly out tonight...’ said Marsellus, ‘...back here Sunday. Whatever happens, call me tomorrow at 7pm LA time. If you have a concern I want to hear it whilst you have my associate in the room. I wanna know where every dime spent.’
Jules and Vincent took the paperwork and stood up.
Marsellus Wallace waved them away, adding ‘I should have a new soufflé for your ass to try when you get back.’
JURASSIC_FICTION_003B2... FLIGHTS
Jules and Vincent stood by the landing strip with their suitcases. It was just after 9pm and their plane was due to arrive any minute. Jules was eating a fairy cake Marsellus had given him. Vincent had already eaten his and was looking up at the sky smoking a cigarette. He shook his head. ‘Costa Rica?’
‘I know,’ said Jules, with a mouthful of cake. ‘It’s a motherfucking long way to go. I didn’t want to tell Marsellus, but my girlfriend was kinda expecting me around this weekend. She ain’t gonna be none too pleased when she calls me and finds I’m kicking back in Costa Rica.’
‘What did Marsellus say his associate was called?’
‘John Hammond. Some old English multi-millionaire business tycoon.’
‘How’d he make his money?’
‘Shit, I don’t know. How does anyone make any real money? He’s known as a tycoon but I bet he got some dirt in his closet, how else would he be involved with Marsellus?’
A plane approached. A Learjet. It descended gracefully and came to a smooth stop in front of them. The engines whirled loudly. The door to the cabin opened and out stepped a short man dressed in a cotton white shirt and trousers. He had powder-white hair and a beard. He hobbled down the steps with a cane.
‘Jesus,’ Vincent muttered under his breath. ‘Marsellus has been doing business with Colonel Sanders.’
JURASSIC_FICTION_004Jules snorted. ‘Don’t let looks fool you. Marsellus says this dude is slipperier than the floor of the mens’ room in an old folks’ home.’
‘Gentlemen!’ cried the old man as he hobbled over. ‘So pleased to meet you. John Hammond.’ He held out a hand.
Jules shook it. ‘Jules Winnfield.’
Vincent did likewise. ‘Vincent Vega.’
The old man looked up at them both with a grin. ‘It’s such a shame Mr Wallace couldn’t make it. I think he would’ve loved our little resort.’ He gestured at the plane. ‘Shall we?’ adding with a giggle, ‘Can’t be on yank soil too long or they’ll try and arrest me!’
Jules gave Vincent a puzzled look and walked towards the jet.
They were soon airborne. The men sat comfortably, facing each other. Vincent noticed the old man’s feet didn’t reach the floor when he was sat down. He was swinging them back and forth like a child.
‘I do so hope you’ll enjoy this little holiday,’ grinned Hammond.
‘Let’s get this straight,’ said Jules. ‘We ain’t on vacation here. Our boss, your investor – Mr Wallace – has put a lot of money into this resort of yours, and he wants to know his investment is safe. Now, in forty-eight hours, if we go back to him and say he’s bought a shit-sandwich, you and your short little legs are in trouble.’
‘In forty-eight hours, Julius, I’ll be accepting your apology.’
Vincent leaned forward. ‘Mr Hammond, we don’t mean no disrespect. It’s