What's In The Briefcase In Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

“I didn't call you here to fight me, Harrison. Cheer up will ya? I called you because we scored big, man. Remember that last kid, he fetched us a good sum of money!” I followed his movement as he walked back to his chair and pulled up a briefcase. My eyes narrowed when Finn Barlow dropped the briefcase on the desk and turned it to me, slowly for effect. And boy, it definitely had the right damned effect. Money. Hard, new, fresh bills were stacked in the briefcase, teasing my nose with that new money smell. My eyes widened and I slowly approached the case, wishing to death that Barlow was not playing one of his nasty tricks on me.

he said slowly, grabbing her hands and giving them a very soft squeeze. “Thank you!” She said, On the other hand, Claudia and her both men were standing in a very quiet and deserted area while they glared around. Soon, Manuel walked towards them with two strong-looking men who had a black briefcase in their grip. The men soon pulled open the briefcase which was filled with drugs. One of Claudia’s men soon opens one of the drugs with his knife to maybe allow Claudia to sniff the content which she did. “This is good quality,” Claudia said, tasting it.

First of all, these men have briefcases which probably have guns or money; either of which I didn’t want to deal with. I tapped the shoulder of one of my colleagues. He knows what to do in case Ms. Nam insists to see me. The men followed me to the conference room. I only closed the door but when I turned to the table, the briefcases were laid open… I was right. Money. Then they opened the other briefcase… I was right again. Gun.

Aware that Dolf was right and realizing he wouldn't be able to change Jenny's mind, Alexander left the room. Jenny, with a blank expression, raised her hands as if to question what had just happened. Dolf looked down, thrusting his hands into his pockets with a slight shrug. He suspected Alexander's plan but before he could offer reassurance, Alexander returned with a metal briefcase. He tossed it onto Jenny's bed and, after entering the correct code, opened it to reveal a matching set of .45 ACP M1911 baller handguns in matte black. He handed one to each of Jenny's hands.

I remember all these faces, especially the one carrying a briefcase. “Of course we do. It's high time we settle our differences—” “I don't care who the fuck you are. Give back what you stole and walk out alive,” I say defiantly, even with the fact that I'm surrounded by ten or twenty armed men, with no gun to defend myself. They took it out from me before i got in. “Easy...” He gets up from the stool and takes out a file from the briefcase. I get up immediately to take it but instead he brings out a lighter and sets it to flame on the edge of the sheet. I can't tell if the tape is in it.

It was behind a painting, i got it open easily. Inside the safe there were three things. A gun, a box of cigars and a stack of folders. I grabbed the folders. I sat down at his desk and started to read. This was the boring part, it was all about money. It had lots and lots of numbers, money coming from New York to LA and money going to Florence. This was about his shipping routes, his legal businesses and his illegal ones. I went through papers for almost an hour. The attack outside made me sure. He was guilty, he had to be the one. The attack was just a small thing. I needed the big thing, I needed the final proof.

"Do you have a bag?" Roman pointed at his briefcase on his desk. Addy shoved his gun in his pocket and moved to the desk. Hurriedly, he poured out all that was in the briefcase. Pens, files and laptop fell careless on the floor. When it was empty, he made his way back to the vault where Roman was. He gave Roman the briefcase and ordered him to put all the money in it.

Trudging into the apartment, he leads the way to a kitchen joined to a dining room, which leads to a hallway and a tiny living room. Walking over to the dining room, he sets the briefcase on the table. The bags he sets on the floor. Sitting down, he opens the briefcase. I don't bother sitting down. Stacks of fifty dollar bills line the inside. The brown strap I recognize from when I had to actually break into a back and steal a certain trinket just so that my target would come to talk to me. I killed him when he did. Conceited freak.

Officer Daniel was getting exhausted as he staggered up the hilly path with the red briefcase in his embrace. He was yet to believe what had happened back at the warehouse. The hired cartel man turned against them for no reason. Luca was indeed full of surprises as-- Shots hit his legs from nowhere and he yelped, somersaulting down the hill path until his body came to stop in front of Luca Antonio who looked him dead in the eyes. "You can have the briefcase, just go" Daniel groaned in pain from the ground where he lay. Luca took the briefcase and unlocked it to see the hardcopy documents stacked inside and a flash drive on top of it.

If he wanted to find her, he would but he just didn't care At the motel, at 1 am, there was a knock on Ruth's door. "Come in," she responded and a young man entered wearing a baseball cap "Did you get everything?" Ruth asked "Yes, everything you need and want to know about Nicholas Brown is on this drive," he replied "You got my money," the man asked "Yes," Ruth replied and opened the wardrobe and brought out a briefcase. She opened it and inside lined up dollar bills filling the briefcase. She closed it and gave it to the man who happily walked out of the motel.