Pulp Fiction Face Match: Meet Your Twin

A hitman back from Amsterdam with firm opinions on burgers and foot massages and the metric system. Smooth on the dance floor and a disaster with firearm care and bathroom timing.

A hitman who recites scripture before pulling the trigger. After one unexplainable morning, he decides to walk the earth. The star of the tastiest burger monologue in film history.

The boss's wife with a bob and a five-dollar milkshake. She has a knack for turning one quiet dinner into the most stressful night of a hitman's career.

An aging boxer who was paid to lose and won. He goes back into danger for a gold watch and walks out of a nightmare basement with a katana and his honor.

A crime boss whose name alone makes the whole city flinch. After losing a boxer and a briefcase and the worst afternoon of his life, he defines mercy in his own terrifying way.

A fixer who solves problems: a body, a car, and thirty minutes before somebody's wife gets home. He talks fast because he thinks faster.

A drug dealer in a bathrobe whose peaceful cereal night gets wrecked by an overdose and a screaming hitman and one very large needle. Domestic chaos, delivered.

A petty thief who decides mid-coffee that a diner is the ideal target. Charming and cocky, and about to point his gun at the briefcase of the one man he never should.

The sweet half of a diner-robbing couple, until the adrenaline hits and the screaming starts. It takes one second to go from honeymoon mode to execution-threat mode.

A boxer's girlfriend who dreams of blueberry pancakes and a potbelly. And she forgets the single most important item in the world. The softest presence in the movie, with the biggest consequences.