DJANGO UNCHAINED Written by Quentin Tarantino I EXT - COUNTRYSIDE - BROILING HOT DAY As the film's OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE plays, complete with its own SPAGHETTI WESTERN THEME SONG, we see SEVEN shirtless and shoeless BLACK MALE SLAVES connected together with LEG IRONS, being run, by TWO: WHITE MALE HILLBILLIES on HORSEBACK. The location is somewhere in Texas. The Black Men (ROY, BIG SID, BENJAMIN, DJANGO, PUDGY RALPH, FRANKLYN, and BLUEBERRY) are slaves just recently purchased at The Greenville Slave Auction in Greenville Mississippi. The White Hillbillies are two Slave Traders called, The SPECK BROTHERS (ACE and DICKY). One of the seven slaves is our hero DJANGO... . he's fourth in the leg iron line. We may or may not notice a tiny small "r" burned into his cheek ("r" for runaway), but we can't help but notice his back which has been SLASHED TO RIBBONS by Bull Whip Beatings. As the Operatic Opening Theme Song plays, we see a MONTAGE of misery and pain, as Django and the Other Men are walked through blistering sun, pounding rain, and moved along by the end of a whip. Bare feet step on hard rock, and slosh through mud puddles. Leg Irons take the skin off ankles. AS The CREDITS play, DJANGO has a SPAGHETTI WESTERN FLASHBACK. Now Spaghetti Western Flashbacks are never pretty, it's usually the time in the film when the lead character thinks back to the most painful memory inflicted on him or his loved ones from evil characters from his past. In this instance we see Django in a SLAVE PEN at the Greenville Auction. DJANGO Amongst many other shoulders and heads, sees through the bars of the cell door, his wife BROOMHILDA being led to the auction block. He fights his way to the door, and far off and obscure in the distance, he can see Broomhilda up on the auction block, and in the distance he hears the Auctioneer yell; "Sold." Then she's taken away to whereabouts unknown, never to be seen again. As the sun continues to beat down on Django's head, he remembers; DJANGO in the SLAVE PEN with what seems like a one hundred and fifty Slaves in a cell designed for forty. WHITE MEN yank him out. of the cell, shirtless, shoeless, and lead him down a hallway, into a giant round pen, an audience viewing area circles the round pen floor on three different stories of the structure. The ground floor is covered by the BIG MONEY BUYERS who stand in front of the auction block. 2 DJANGO is moved into a line of SLAVES (The Black Men), and their MASTERS (their White Owners), and their SELLERS (the White Man actually doing the sales pitch on the auction block), as they wait for their turn on the block. A SLAVE (ROBBIE), stand on the auction block in view of the room full of Buyers, The SELLER sells, and the OWNERS stand off to the side. DJANGO takes in the environment around him. Django has never cared for white folks, but these white folks are in particularly ugly. It's DJANGO's turn ON THE AUCTION BLOCK as the THEME SONG wails its tragic crescendo, Django is brought up on the auction block. He.looks down at all the WHITE PEOPLE who want to buy n******gs, who look up to him. His heart fills with poison. BACK TO DJANGO walking in Leg Irons with his six Other Companions, walking across the blistering Texas panhandle... .remembering.. .thinking. - .hating. THE OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE end. /--" EXT - WOODS -- NIGHT It's night time and The Speck Brothers, astride HORSES, keep pushing their black skinned cargo forward. It's a very pitch black night, with only a few stars in the.sky to create a little top light. It's so dark, the Slavers use the creek.bed to keep from getting lost. Both Speck Brothers carry a lantern up on their horse, as. does Roy, the Slave in lead position on the chain gang. It's also a bitterly cold night, with the breath of the seven slaves, two slavers, and two horses creating clouds in the air. In fact the seven chained together Slaves, with the lead one holding a lantern, and all of them chugging out smoky breath, and. slightly moving in unison, resemble a human locomotive. The Slaves shiver from the cold on their shirtless backs, both Speck Brothers wear rawhide winter coats with white fur linings, and white fur collars. WHEN... .A SOUND and a SMALL LIGHT appears ahead of them on the road. This makes the Slave Traders stop their human live stock, and ready their rifles for possible trouble. 3 A BLACK HORSE carrying a dressed in grey Rider, CLIP-CLOPS from the background to the foreground, illuminated by a glowing lantern that the Rider carries. THE RIDER appears to be a tenderfoot, due to his style of dress. A long grey winter'coat, over a grey three piece business suit, and a grey bowler hat on his head. DICKY SPECK Who's that stumblin around in the dark? State your business, or prepare to get winged! THE RIDER Calm yourselves gentlemen, I mean you no harm. I'm simply a fellow weary traveler. The Rider dressed in business grey pulls his horse to a stop in front of the two Slavers, and their Slaves, lifting the lantern up to his face. He speaks with a slight German accent. THE RIDER (to the Slavers) Good cold evening gentlemen. (to the shivering Slaves) Good evening-I'm looking for a pair of slave traders that go by the'name of The Speck Brothers. Might that be you? ACE SPECK Who wants to. know? THE RIDER I do. I'm Dr. King Schultz, and this is my horse, Fritz. Fritz, does a little bow with his head, a neat trick the doctor taught him. DICKY SPECK You a doctor? Dr.SCHULTZ Affirmative. DICKY SPECK What kinda doctor? Dr.SCHULTZ Dentist. Are you The Speck Brothers, and did you purchase those men at The Greenville.Slave Auction? ACE SPECK So what? LE Dr.SCHULTZ So, I wish to parley with you. ACE SPECK Speak English! Dr.SCHULTZ Oh, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, it is a second language. Amongst your inventory, I've been led to believe, is a specimen I'm keen to acquire. (to the slaves) Hello you poor devils. Is there one among you, who was formerly a resident of The Carrucan Plantation? Since Roy in lead position is the one holding the lantern, the second half of the slave centipede falls off into darkness. In the darkness a VOICE rings out; DJANGO'S VOICE (OS) I'm from The Carrucan Plantation. Dr.Schultz moves Fritz forward towards the darkness, raises his lantern, illuminating our hero Django. Dr.SCHULTZ Splendid! And what's your name young, man? DJANGO Django. Dr.SCHULTZ Wunderbar! You're exactly the one I'm looking for. So tell me Django - by the way that's a amazing name - during your time at the Carrucan Plantation, did you come to know three overseers by the name of The Brittle Brothers? Django nods his head, yes. Dr.Schultz is delighted. Dr.SCHULTZ Big John, Ellis, and little brother Raj? DJANGO Dem da Brittle Brothers. Dr.SCHULTZ So Django, do you think you could recognize - ï¿½. The Speck Brothers have been watching this tenderfoot engage their Slave in polite conversation.. .with a touch of disbelief. ACE SPECK Hey, stop talkin' to him like that! Dr.SCHULTZ Like what? ACE SPEC Like that! Dr.SCHULTZ My good man, I'm simply trying to ascertain ACE SPECK Speak English, goddamit! Dr.SCHULTZ Everybody calm down! I'm simply a customer trying to conduct a transaction. ACE SPECK I don't care, no sale. Now off wit ya! Dr.SCHULTZ Don't be ridiculous, of course they're for sale. Ace raises his rifle towards the German. ACE SPECK Move it! Ace co*ks back the rifle hammer. Dr.SCHULTZ My good man, did you simply get carried away with your dramatic gesture, or are you pointing that weapon at me with lethal intention...? ACE SPECK Last chance, fancy pants Dr.SCHULTZ - Very well - The doctor, throws his lantern to the ground, enveloping him in darkness. The next FLASH OF LIGHT we see is the good doctors PISTOL out of his holster, and FIRING point blank into Ace Specks face... .BLOWING the dumber dumb brother off his horse, dead in the dirt. Before Dicky can maneuver either his rifle or his horse in the Germans direction... BAM... Dr.SCHULTZ SHOOTS his HORSE in the head... .The Steed goes down taking Dicky with him... When the dead weight horse lands on Dicky's slightly twisted leg, we hear TWO DISTINCT CRACKING SOUNDS.:.. Dicky lets out a b**h like scream. The Slaves watch all this. They've never seen a white man k** another white man before. Dicky is pinned down under his ole paint. Django watches in the dark, the German climb down off his horse, pick up Ace's discarded lantern, and walk over to the remaining Speck. Dr.SCHULTZ Sorry about putting a bullet in your beast. But I didn't want you to do anything rash before you had a moment to come to your senses. Dr.Sch.ultz LIGHTS the lantern, illuminating himself, as he stands over Dicky's body. DICKY SPECK You goddamn son of a b**h, you k**ed Ace! Dr.SCHULTZ. I only shot your brother, once he threatened to shoot me. And I do believe I have ... (COUNTING OUT THE SLAVES) .one, two, three, four, five, six, seven witnesses who can attest to that fact. DICKY SPECK My damn legs busted! Dr.SCHULTZ No doubt. Now, if you can keep your caterwauling down to a minimum, I'd like to finish my line of inquiry with young Django. (TO DJANGO) As I was saying, if you were to see the Brittle Brothers again, would you recognize them? DJANGO Yes. Dr.SCHULTZ Now I'm sure. to you, all unshaven white men look alike. So Django, in a crowd of unshaven white men, can you honestly and positively point out The Brittle Brothers? DJANGO SPAGHETTI WESTERN FLASHBACK We're in his little shack at the Carrucan Plantation. It's PISSING RAIN outside. Django is making love to his wife Broomhilda, when she stops letting out a shout. The three overseers known as THE BRITTLE BROTHERS are outside peeking in through the window. They BURST in through the front door. Soaked to the bone, they rodeo bull their way into the shack, and make the two slaves continue f**ing for their amusement. As Django and Broomhilda are forced to copulate, they run their wet white hands down her chocolate leg.. .they fondle his a**.. .they squeeze her tit. . .they bring a belt across Django's backside to make him f** faster. . .then they yank him off, as BIG JOHN climbs on top of Broomhilda..the other Brittle brothers whip Django with their belts, and make him sit in the corner, while they finish with his wife. BACK TO DJANGO DJANGO I can point 'em out. Dr.SCHULTZ Sold American! So Mr.Speck, how much for Django? DICKY SPECK I'm gonna lose this leg! Dr.SCHULTZ Yes, unless you find a talented physician very quickly, I'm afraid that will be the. end result. But back to business, how much do you want for Django? DICKY SPECK You go to hell! Dr.SCHULTZ Don't be silly. How much for Django? DICKY SPECK 800 dollars! Dr.SCHULTZ Oh come now, I may not have the experience in the slave trade that you and your family does, but neither was I born yesterday. 8 The. good doctor removes a pamphlet from his grey suit coat pocket. Dr.SCHULTZ In this most helpful pamphlet that I picked up at The Greenville Slave Auction, it says that the going rate for African flesh' - in particularly a field n******g -_is sixty to eighty dollars. Now handsome no doubt as Django is, technically, he is a field. n******g. Which according to"this pamphlet here - and why would they lie - puts his price at eighty dollars. So in light of that, how bout a hundred and twenty five dollars for young Django here. Dr.Schultz removes his long billfold from his pocket, and takes out a one hundred dollar bill, two tens and a fiver. Dr.SCHULTZ And since your late brother. won't be using it anymore, I'd like to purchase his nag. He removes a twenty dollar gold piece from his. pocket, and tosses it on Dicky's body. He bends down and, puts the paper money-.in the saddle bags on Dicky's dead horse. With.his hands in there, he roots around and finds the keys to-the leg irons. He unlocks Django's leg irons. Django is free. Dr.SCHULTZ There you go Django,. Give your ankles a good rubbing, then get up on that horse. Also, if I was you, I'd take that winter coat the dear departed Speck left behind. Django removes the coat from the dead slaver. Puts on the warm jacket over his bare back, and climbs up on Ace Specks horse. Dr.Schultz turns to Dicky on the ground. Dr.SCHULTZ Mr.Speck, I am afraid I will require a bill of sale. Do you have one? Dicky just curses him. He says, removing a notebook from his pocket; Dr.SCHULTZ I thought not. No worries, I come prepared. (as he writes) This will serve nicely as a bill of sale. (he stops, then says to Django) Django is spelled with a silent "D", is it not? 9 DJANGO Huh? Dr.SCHULTZ Why not.. He writes it in his book with a silent "D", then stops to admire the way it looks. Dr.SCHULTZ Yes, that does add a little character. The German dentist lowers himself by the Speck brother pinned down under his horse, and hands him the notebook and pen. Dr.SCHULTZ If you'd be so kind Speck, as to make your mark here. The. Hillbilly spits in the German gentleman's face. The good doctor wipes his face with a handkerchief. Then takes out a pocket knife. And whispers something that can't be heard in the slavers ear. He signs the bill of sale. Dr.SCHULTZ Mr.Speck, I would like to say it was a pleasure doing business with you, but your customer service leaves a lot to be desired. The good doctor climbs back up on Fritz, and looks to the six Slaves, in leg irons. Dr.SCHULTZ Now as to you poor devils. He tosses to Pudgy Ralph the keys to the shackles. Dr.SCHULTZ So as I.see it, when it comes to the subject of what to do next, you gentlemen have two choices. One, once I'm gone, you lift that beast off the remaining Speck, then carry him to the nearest town. Which would be at least thirty-seven miles back the way you came. Or ... .Two, you unshackle yourselves, take that rifle over there. . .put a bullet in his head, bury the two of them deep, and make your way to a more enlightened area of the country. The choice is yours. He's just about ready to ride off, when the good doctor adds; 0 Dr.SCHULTZ Oh, and on the off chance that there's any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is THAT ONE. Tata. He looks to Django, who doesn't know how to start his horse. Dr.SCHULTZ Just give him a little kick. Django does, and the horse responds by moving. Dr.SCHULTZ See, it's not so difficult. EXT - MORNING TEXAS LANDSCAPE - SUNRISE The DAWN BREAKS on a western landscape. The two men ride their horses silently, horse hooves CLIP-CLOPPING among the rocks. Django wears Specks winter coat, with one of Dr.Schultz's white bu*ton down dress shirts underneath it. As they ride through the picturesque scene... Dr.Schultz breaks the silence. Dr.SCHULTZ So, Django, what do you intend to name him? DJANGO Who? Dr.SCHULTZ Your horse? DJANGO What horse? Dr.SCHULTZ' The horse you're riding. DJANGO This ain't my horse. Dr.SCHULTZ Yes it is. DJANGO No it ain't, it's your horse. I'm just riding it. Dr.SCHULTZ Well, technically, yes - Wait a minute - technically not. If it's my horse, I can give it to you, and as of now, I'm doing such. Django, you're now the proud owner of a horse, congratulations. /1 DJANGO I can't feed no horse. I can't put no horse up in no stable. Dr.SCHULTZ (FRUSTRATED) Don't worry about all that! They ride a bit longer in silence.. .the good doctor composes himself... then says with a smile; Dr.SCHULTZ So... . now that that's settled... . what do you intend to name it? Half the fun of having a horse is choosing his name. For instance my steed is named Fritz. He's stubborn, ornery, and prone to a bad disposition, but I couldn't do without him. (he pats Fritz's neck) Anyway, the name of one's steed, isn't something one does lightly. So once you've thought about it for awhile - DJANGO - Tony. Dr.SCHULTZ - Tony what? DJANGO - I dunno, Tony the horse. Dr.SCHULTZ Oh, you mean you want to name your horse Tony? DJANGO Yeah. That's what you jus' asked me, right? Dr.SCHULTZ When you're right you're right, indeed I did. Why Tony? DJANGO I gotta tell ya? You didn't tell me I gotta tell ya. As they continue to converse, they start heading downhill toward a western town. They pa** by a sign that says; "WELCOME TO DAUGHTREY, TEXAS" /Z Dr.SCHULTZ Well I'm naturally curious, of course, but there's no reason you MUST tell me. In fact an air of mystery adds a dash of panache to any steed. And I do believe Tony wears it well. Good job Django, well done. EXT - THE WESTERN TOWN OF DAUGHTREY - MORNING As the citizens of Daughtrey wake up, Django and Dr.Schultz ride Fritz and Tony through the main street of town..Daughtrey looks like a million western towns we've seen before in movies. But to the TOWNSPEOPLE of Daughtrey, Django and the German don't look like a million other visitors. Dr.SCHULTZ What's everybody staring at? DJANGO They never seen a n******g on a horse before. Dr.SCHULTZ What's this bizarre obsession they have with. you not riding horses? DJANGO You askin' me? Dr.Schultz stops Fritz in front of a saloon, and dismounts. Django has a little trouble both stopping Tony and getting off him, but it gets done. Dr.Schultz keeps bombarding The Slave with questions. Dr.SCHULTZ So what other archaic rituals are you people verboten to take part in? As per usual with this white man, Django thinks; "What"? Dr.SCHULTZ I'm just trying to get a clear idea on what you can do, and what you can't do, and if you can't do it, why can't you do it? Like for instance, what if we were to walk in this saloon here, sit down at a table, order a drink, and drink it? Would the authorities frown on that? DJANGO Hell yeah, they gonna frown. Dr.SCHULTZ What part would they find the most offensive? 13 DJANGO All of it. I can't be walkin' in no saloon. I can't be sittin' my a** on no chair, at no table. I can't be drinkin' no drink. And I definitely can't be sharin' no drink, with no white man, in public. Dr.SCHULTZ So if you and I did those things, that would be considered enough of a infraction to make the saloon keeper go get the sheriff? DJANGO You bet your sweet a** they get the sheriff. The good doctor extends his hand towards the saloon entrance. Dr.SCHULTZ Well in that case Django, after you. DJANGO Whoa - I ain't funnin, I can't go in there. Dr.SCHULTZ Django you're going to have to learn to trust me, and as the man said; "There's no time like the,present." He takes Django by the arm and leads him into the entryway of the establishment. INT - SALOON - MORNING The nervous black slave and the confident German'dentist walk into the saloon. The SALOON KEEPER (PETE) is high up on a chair placed high up on a table, to change a candle in the saloons chandelier. His back is turned away from the two patrons. Dr.SCHULTZ Good morning inn keeper, two beers for two weary travelers. SALOON KEEPER It',s still pretty early, we won't be open for about a hour. But by then we'll be servin' breakfast - He turns around and sees them. SALOON KEEPER Whoa! What the hell you think you doin' boy, get that n******g outta here. IT TIME CUT EXT - SALOON - MORNING It's about five minutes later, and the Saloon Keeper comes running out of the bar to get the Sheriff. When Dr.Schultz, sitting at a table with the young Django, calls; Dr.SCHULTZ Inn keeper! Remember, get the sheriff, not the marshall. This wouldn't be the marshalls jurisdiction.'This is just a infraction, on what I a**ume is a simple county ordinance, and that would fall under the domain of the Sheriff. The Saloon Keeper runs away. The two men sit by themselves in the empty saloon. Dr.SCHULTZ It looks like we must act as our own bartender. The German stands up, and walks-behind the bar, and pours two beer's from the tap into mugs. Django remains seated, and after a beat, asks; DJANGO What kinda dentist are you? This makes the doctor laugh, as he pours the beer's. Dr.SCHULTZ I haven't practiced dentistry in five years - Not to say once I know you better, I wouldn't like to get a look at that mouth - I'm sure it's a disaster - But these days I practice a new profession ... . Bounty Hunter. This gets no reaction from Django. Dr.SCHULTZ Do you know what a Bounty Hunter is? The Black Man shakes his head, no. As the good doctor, walks back to the table carrying the mugs of beer, HE EXPLAINS; Dr.SCHULTZ Well the way the slave trade deals in human lives for cash, a bounty hunter, deals in corpses. 15 Dr.SCHULTZ (CONT'D) The state places a bounty on a man's head. I track that man, I find that man, I k** that man. After I've k**ed him, I transport that man's corpse back to the authorities - and sometimes that's easier said then done. I show that corpse to the authorities - proving, yes indeed, I have truly k**ed him - At which point, the authorities pay me the bounty. (lifting his beer) Cheers. The two men touch gla**es, and take a drink. DJANGO What's a bounty? Dr.SCHULTZ It's like a reward. DJANGO You k** people and they give you a reward? Dr.SCHULTZ Certain people, yes. DJANGO White people? Dr.SCHULTZ Mostly. A few Mexicans. Couple Chinamen. DJANGO Bad people? Dr.SCHULTZ Badder they are, bigger the reward. Which brings me to you, and I must admit I'm at a bit of a quandary when it comes to you. On one hand, I despise slavery. On the other hand, I need your help, and if you're not in a position to refuse, all the better. So for the time being, I'm going to make this slave malarkey work to my benefit. (BEAT) Still... . having said that, .I feel guilty. So... I'd like the two of us to enter into an agreement. I'm looking for The Brittle Brothers, however in this endeavor I'm at a slight disadvantage, in so far as, I don't know what they look like. But you do... .dont'cha? 1G ï¿½. DJANGO SPAGHETTI WESTERN FLASHBACK Django, back at The Carrucan Plantation, held down by Roger and Ellis Brittle, as Big John BURNS the "r" into his cheek with a BRANDING IRON. BACK TO DJANGO DJANGO I know what they look like, all right. Dr.SCHULTZ Good. So, here's my agreement. You travel with me till we find them - DJANGO - Where we goin'? Dr.SCHULTZ I hear at least two of them are overseeing up in Gatlinburg, but I don't know where. That means we visit every plantation in Gatlinburg till we find them. And when we find them, you point them out, and I k** them. You do that, I agree to give you your freedom... . twenty-five dollars per Brittle brother - that's seventy-five dollars... . your horse, Tony even though I've already gave him to you -- but once the final Brittle brother lies dead in the dust, I'll buy you a new saddle, and a new suit of clothes, handsome cowboy hat included. Dr.Schultz's eyes go to the saloon window. Dr.SCHULTZ And as if on cue... . here comes the sheriff. EXT - SALOON - MORNING We see the sheriff, BILL SHARP, walk towards the saloon cradling a Winchester. Some TOWNSPEOPLE (like the Saloon Keeper) stand around to watch. A. YOUNG BOY leads a herd of BABY GOATS through town. Sheriff Sharp stands in the middle of the street. SHERIFF SHARP Okay boys, fun's over, come on out. Both the doctor and Django stand up and walk to the front porch. As they do, The Sheriff says; 1 2 SHERIFF SHARP Now why y'all wanna come into my town, start trouble, and scare all these nice people? You ain't got nothin' better to do, then to come into Bill Sharps town and show your a** - From his top step on the porch, Dr. King Schultz extends his hand toward the sheriff, as if to shake it... :. .THEN... A SMALL DERRINGER - POPS into Schultz's hand from a metal sliding apparatus concealed under his jacket sleeve. Once in hand, the dentist FIRES one tiny bullet into the belly of Bill Sharp. The tiny gun makes a tiny POP sound. The shocked Bill Sharp lets out a ugly groan, and doubles over in the dirt. The TOWNSPEOPLE are startled. As is Django. As Schultz walks down the porch steps, to the fallen sheriff, reloading his tiny pop shooter, a PEDESTRIAN yells out; PEDESTRIAN What did you jus' do to our sheriff? Dr.Schultz answers him by putting another tiny bullet in the law man's skull, k**ing him dead. In the background, ONE WOMAN faints. The Boy and his Goats scatter. Dr.Schultz looks over at the Saloon Keeper, across the street. Dr.SCHULTZ Now you can go get the marshall. TIME CUT EXT - DAUGHTREY MAIN STREET - DAY U.S.MARSHALL GILL TATUM snaps the MENFOLK OF Daughtrey to attention. MARSHALL TATUM Move that buckboard over there long ways across the street from the saloon. And I want six men and six Winchesters behind it. And I want two men with two rifles on this roof, and two men with two rifles on that roof, with all barrels pointed at that front door. And somebody git poor Bill outta the goddamn street. LP Cowboys with rifles climb up stairs to take position on the roof of the building across the street from the saloon. The Marshall directs the buckboard being moved into place. The last SNIPER on the rooftop takes his position. WHEN... COMING FROM THE SALOON... . PIANO MUSIC ... INT - SALOON - DAY Dr.Schultz sits behind the piano playing a catchy little saloon number. He seems sk**ed enough to be a professional western saloon piano player. A terrified Django, who's sure his new master is a lunatic who's going to get them both k**ed, peeks out the closed curtains on the window. Dr.Schultz's suit coat sits draped over a chair. All of his weapons, including his metal sliding rail Derringer contraption, lie on a table. He plays piano in his bu*ton down dress shirt and gray suit vest. Dr.SCHULTZ What are they doing? DJANGO I think they wonderin' why you playin' the piana'. Dr.SCHULTZ Good. (PAUSE) But what are they doing? DJANGO A buncha white folks brought a buckboard around out front, now they hidin' behind it with guns. And a buncha other white folks are up on the roof, with rifles pointed down here. Dr.SCHULTZ Damn, they got that organized fast. Is the marshall out there? DJANGO If the one I think is the.marshall is the marshall, he's out there. )9 Dr.SCHULTZ What makes you think he's the marshall? DJANGO Cause he's the one ready to say somethin'. MARSHALL'S VOICE You in the saloon! Dr.Schultz stops playing the piano. MARSHALL'S VOICE We got eleven Winchesters on every way outta that buildin'! You got once chance git outta this alive! You and your n******g come out right now with your hands over your head, and I mean, right now! Dr.SCHULTZ First things first! Is this the marshall I have the pleasure of addressing? MARSHALL TATUM Yes it is, this is U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum. Dr.SCHULTZ Wunderbar! So marshall, I have relieved myself of all weapons, and just as you have instructed, I'm ready to step outside with my hands raised above my head. I trust as a representative of the criminal justice system of The United States of America, I shant be shot down in the street, by either you or your deputies, before I've had my day in court. MARSHALL TATUM You mean like you did our sheriff? Shot 'em down like a dog in the street! Dr.SCHULTZ Yes, that's exactly what I mean! Do I have your word as a lawman not to shoot me down like a dog in the street? MARSHALL TATUM Well, as much as we'd all enjoy seein' somethin' like that, ain't nobody gonna cheat the hangman in my town! Dr.SCHULTZ Fair enough marshall, here we.come.! Dr.SCHULTZ (TO DJANGO) They're a little tense out there. So don't make any quick movements, and let me do the talking. Django looks at him like, "as if..." EXT - SALOON/MAIN STREET - DAY A lot of guns are trained on the front door of the saloon. Outside of range, the WHOLE TOWN watches the stand off. The saloon doors open, and Dr.Schultz and Django, hands raised, step outside. MARSHALL TATUM You unarmed? Dr.SCHULTZ Yes indeed we are. Marshall Tatum, may I address you, your deputies, and apparently the entire town of Daughtrey, as to the incident that just occurred? MARSHALL TATUM Go on! Dr.SCHULTZ My name is Dr.King Schultz. And like yourself, marshall, I am a servant of the court. The man lying dead in the dirt, who the good people of Daughtrey saw fit to elect as their sheriff, who went by the name of Bill Sharp, is actually a wanted outlaw by the name of Willard Peck, with a price on his head of two hundred dollars. That's two hundred dollars, dead or alive. MARSHALL TATUM The hell you say! Dr.SCHULTZ I'.m aware this is probably disconcerting news. But I'm willing to wager this man was elected sheriff sometime in the last two years. I know this because. three years ago he was rustling cattle from, The B.C. Corrigan Cattle Company of Lubbock Texas. Z/ Dr.SCHULTZ (CONT'D) In my possession. is a warrant made out by circuit court Judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin Texas. You are encouraged to wire him. He will back up who I am, and who your dear departed sheriff was. The Menfolk of the town with rifles, begin trading looks. Then Dr.Schultz delivers the coup de grace. Dr.SCHULTZ In other words marshall, you owe me two hundred dollars. CUT TO EXT - TENNESSEE COUNTRY ROAD - DAY Django and Dr.Schultz, who by now have ridden quite a few miles together, ride their horses in the Tennessee countryside, on the way to Gatlinburg. Dr.Schultz is dressed in one of his nearly identical grey business suits, and Django is still dressed in his slave pants, Schultz's bu*ton down dress shirt, and Ace Speck's winter coat. Somewhere along the way a pair of shoes have appeared on'his feet. Dr.SCHULTZ One needs a plan, son. These are brutal times. A man who survives, is a man with a plan. A man who thrives, is a man with a good plan. So, having said that, what's your plan, young Django? DJANGO What'cha mean? Dr.SCHULTZ Well, after this Brittle business is behind us, you'll be a free man, with a horse, and seventy five dollars in your back pocket. What's your plan after that? DJANGO Find my wife, and buy her freedom. Dr.SCHULTZ Django, I had no idea you were a married man. Do most slaves take the institution of matrimony seriously? DJANGO Huh? ZZ Dr.SCHULTZ Do slaves believe in marriage'? DJANGO Me and my wife do. Dr.SCHULTZ Where is she now? DJANGO I dunno. They put us in different boxcars, and sent U.S to The Greenville Slave Auction. She got sold two days 'fore me. But I don't know who to. Dr.Schultz takes out a long stick of beef jerky. Dr.SCHULTZ Care for some jerky? DJANGO Sure. Dr.Schultz rips him off a piece. Django chews on it. As he chews, SCHULTZ SAYS; Dr.SCHULTZ So your plan is to trackdowri your wife, and purchase her.freedom? Only you don't know where she is? A chewing Django nods his head, yes. Dr.Schultz, takes a big bite of jerky, chews for a "moment contemplating the dilemma, then pronounces; Dr.SCHULTZ Well that shouldn't be all that difficult. So how long ago did all this happen? DJANGO A few months ago. Dr.SCHULTZ Three or four? DJANGO Three. Dr.SCHULTZ So shecamefrom the Carrucan Plantation, and shewa**old at The Greenville Slave Auctiontosome :unknown customer three monthsago? Django nods his head, yes. Z3 Dr.SCHULTZ The bad part about slavery being a business, is it's immoral. The good part about it being a business is, they keep records. Somewhere in Greenville there's a book with your wife's name in it, and the name of the customer who bought her, and more then likely their address. But then Schultz seems to get second thoughts. Dr.SCHULTZ Still, seventy-five dollars in your back pocket is a pretty nice grub steak, but it's not going to get you very far in Greenville. Not to mention a slave auction town in Mississippi isn't the safest place you could visit. Free or not. DJANGO I'll have my freedom papers. Dr.SCHULTZ Yes you will. But say you show them to some rascals, and they take them from you and tear them up? DJANGO They could do that? Dr.SCHULTZ I'm not saying they would, but they could. DJANGO They do that I'll k** 'em. Dr.SCHULTZ Great! Now you get hung for k**in' a white man. The point being is the place,is just too dangerous for you. DJANGO Well I gotta go, when do I go? Dr.SCHULTZ When you get more dangerous. EXT - CHATTANOOGA - DAY Muddy and wet big city Chattanooga. We're in the back of a STORE that. sells SERVANT/HOUSE ni**er UNIFORMS. Django comes bursting out of the stores back door. He's very distressed. One glance at the outfit he's wearing explains the distress. Z DJANGO is dressed in a powder blue satin Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit, that wouldn't be out of place in the court of Marie Antoinette at Versailles. Dr.Schultz comes trailing after him. Dr.SCHULTZ Django, you have to, it's part of "The Act". You're playing a character. Your character is The Valet. This is what The Valet wears. Remember what I told you. During the act, you can never break character. CUT TO EXT - BENNETT MANOR- DAY We see Dr. Schultz, riding slightly in front of Django, dressed in his blue satin Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit, as they enter the property of BENNETT MANOR, a plantation in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Django leads a riderless horse, behind him and Tony. As the two men ride their horses up the road that leads to the front steps of Bennett Manor, alongside the cotton fields, all the SLAVES stop picking cotton, and straighten their bent backs up to stare in wonder at this sight. The patriarch of Bennett Manor, SPENCER "BIG DADDY" BENNETT, dressed in a fancy leisure suit of the day, emerges from the double doors of the mansion, and stands on the top steps, hands on hips, watching the white man and black man move from the background to the foreground. While there are plenty BLACK MALES out in the cotton fields, the majority of the slave population of Bennett Manor is pretty.BLACK FEMALES, fourteen to twenty-four, referred to as, "PONY'S". The biggest money making crop of this farm, after cotton. As Dr.Schultz and fancy pants Django, bring Fritz and Tony to a stop in front of Bennett Manor, they've drawn quite a crowd of SLAVES, BENNETT FAMILY MEMBERS, and WHITE WORKERS (OVERSEER'S). Spencer Bennett keeps on the top step so he won't be forced to look up at the darkee on the horse. SPENCER BENNETT It's against the law for n******gs to ride horses in this territory. Dr.SCHULTZ This is my valet, and my valet doesn't walk. SPENCER BENNETT I said n******gs - Z .ate` Dr.SCHULTZ His name is Django, he's a free man, and he can ride what he pleases. SPENCER BENNETT Not on my.property, around my n******gs he can't. Dr.SCHULTZ My good sir, perhaps we got off on the wrong boot. Allow me to unring this bell. My name is Dr.King Schultz, this is my valet, Django, and these are our horses, Fritz, and Tony. Fritz, does his head bow. This makes the pretty PONY'S surrounding Bennett, giggle. Dr.SCHULTZ Mr. Bennett, I've been lead to believe you are a gentleman, and a business man. And it is in these capacities that we've ridden from Texas to Tennessee to talk with you now. SPENCER BENNETT State your business. Dr.SCHULTZ I wish to purchase one of your n******g gals. SPENCER BENNETT You and your Jimmie rode from Texas to Tennessee, to buy one of my n******g gals, no appointment, no nuttin'? Dr.SCHULTZ I'm afraid so. SPENCER BENNETT Well what if I say, I don't like you, or your fancy pants. n******g, and I wouldn't sell you a tinkers damn - what'cha gotta say about that? Dr.SCHULTZ Mr. Bennett, if you are the business man, I've been led to believe you to be, I have five thousand things I might say, that could change your mind. i This gets everybody's attention, not least of all Spencer Bennett. Spencer laughs. ZG SPENCER BENNETT C'mon inside, get yourself something' cool to drink. The incognito bounty hunter, dismounts his steed, as does Django. Then the good doctor walks up the steps to Bennett Manor. Dr.SCHULTZ Maybe while we discuss business, you could provide one of your loveliest black creatures to escort Django here around your magnificent grounds. SPENCER Absolutely. Betina! A pretty, fleshy, sweet jelled, twenty-two year old slave gal named BETINA, snaps to attention. BETINA Yes sir, Big Daddy? SPENCER (TO SCHULTZ) What's your Jimmies name again? Dr.SCHULTZ Django. SPENCER Betina sugar, take Django around the grounds. Show 'em all the pretty stuff. BETINA As you please, Big Daddy. Dr.Schultz lowers his voice, and says to the plantation owner; Dr.SCHULTZ Mr. Bennett, I must remind, you, Django is a free man. He cannot be treated like a slave. Within the bounds of good taste, he must be treated as an extension of myself. SPENCER Understood., Schultz. Betina? BETINA Yes, sir? SPENCER Django isn't a slave. Django is a free man. Do you understand? You're not to treat him like any of these other n******gs around here, cause he ain't like any of these other n******gs around here. Ya got it? BETINA Ya want I should treat 'em like white folks? SPENCER No that's not what I said. BETINA Then I don't know what'cha want Big Daddy. SPENCER Yes, I can see that. (HE THINKS) What's the name of that peckawood boy from town works with the gla**? His mama works at the lumber yard? He comes by and fixes the winda's when we have a problem? The MAMMY OF BENNETT MANOR chimes in; MAMMY OF BENNETT MANOR Oh, you mean Jerry. SPENCER Yeah, that's the boy's name, Jerry. (TO BETINA) You know Jerry, dont'cha sugar? BETINA Yes 'em, Big Daddy. SPENCER Well that's it then... just treat 'em like you would Jerry. EXT - ANOTHER PART OF BENNETT MANOR - DAY Away from the big house, Betina gives Django a tour of the grounds. Her in her slave get up, complete with handkerchief on her head, and him in his satin baby blue Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit, are quite the pair. She eyeballs him disapprovingly up and down. BETINA What'cha do for your ma**a'? DJANGO Didn't you hear him tell ya, I ain't no slave. BETINA So you really free? DJANGO Yes. ZY BETINA You mean you wanna dress like that? Django fumes. EXT - BENNETT MANOR (BACK PORCH) - DAY Both Spencer Bennett and Dr.Schultz sit on the back porch drinking lemonade. Dr.SCHULTZ I've been'told by those who should know, the most exquisite African flesh in the state of Tennessee is bred right here on your land. And from the look of these black angels, my sources weren't wrong. SPENCER Oh I got my share of, coal blacks, horse faces, and gummy mouth b**hes out in the field. But the lion share of my lady n******gs are real show pony's. Dr.SCHULTZ Well that's what I'm looking for, a show pony for young Django. So the only question that remains is, do you have a n******g here worth five thousand dollars? SPENCER Dr.Schultz, five thousand dollar n******g, is practically my middle name. BACK TO DJANGO AND BETINA Betina and Django walk by a big tree on the plantation grounds. The cotton fields and the SLAVES picking it, in the background. DJANGO Betina, come over here, I need to ask you something. He moves her by the tree for more privacy. Betina thinks this fancy pants wants to get all lovey-dovey, and she couldn't be less interested. BETINA What'cho want? DJANGO I'm lookin' for three white men. Three brothers. Overseers. Their name is Brittle. Do you know 'em? BETINA Brittle? DJANGO Yes, Brittle. John Brittle. Ellis Brittle. And Roger Brittle, sometimes called, Little Raj. BETINA I don't know dem. DJANGO They could be usin' a different name. They woulda' come to the plantation in the last year. BETINA You mean The Shaffer's? DJANGO Maybe? Three brother? BETINA Ah-huh. DJANGO Are they here? BETINA Ah-huh. DJANGO Can you point one of 'em out to me? BETINA Well ones over in that field. She points to the cotton field, at a OVERSEER on top of a horse, whip in hand, eyeing the blacks at his mercy. Django takes hold of a little bag slung over his shoulder opens it, and takes out a shiny bra** SPYGLASS, the type a sea captain might use. Obviously a prop from Dr.Schultz. He slides it open, places it against his eye, and points it in the direction of a figure out in the cotton field landscape. SPYGLASS POV: Astride his nag, the filthy hillbilly, who calls himself SHAFFER, but who Django knows to be ELLIS BRITTLE, looks on, oblivious to Django's observation. DJANGO SPAGHETTI WESTERN FLASHBACK He remembers Ellis Brittle BURNING a "r" into Broomhilda's cheek with a BRANDING IRON. BACK TO DJANGO AND THE SPYGLASS he lowers the gla**. 3 0 BETINA (INNOCENTLY) Is that who you lookin' for? DJANGO Yep. He folds the spygla** back up, and puts it back in his purse. DJANGO Where's the other two? BETINA. They by the stable, punishin' Little Jody for breakin' eggs. DJANGO They whippin' Little Jody? She nods her head, yes. DJANGO Point me in that direction. She points to a shed, and keeps pointing right. BETINA You go to that shed, and keep goin' that way. Which means; "Go to the shed and turn right." DJANGO Go git that white man, I came here with. He slaps her a**, to hurry her up. Then looks to the shed, and begins crossing the distance between him and The Brittle Brothers. FLASH ON A memory from The Carrucan Plantation; The Brittle Brothers giving his wife Broomhilda, a peelin'. PEELIN' : A punishment by bullwhip, across the back. LITTLE RAJ makes a line in the dirt with the heel of his boot. Making Django stand behind it, as he watches his wife being whipped. BIG JOHN BRITTLE SLASHES the beauty of Broomhilda's back with his BULLWHIP. DJANGO, keeping behind the line, begs Big John for mercy. 3/ DJANGO Please Big John, she won't do it no more! She's real sorry! The WHIP RIPS her back. DJANGO (SCREAMING) Goddamit, Big John! LITTLE RAJ Whoa n******g, calm down, keep it funny. Django gets on his knees, and on behalf of Broomhild.a, begs Big John Brittle with everything he has. BACK TO DJANGO crossing the lawn towards The Brittle Brothers, like an express train. FLASH ON Big John Brittle standing over him, bullwhip in hand, saying to the KNEELING DJANGO; BIG JOHN BRITTLE I like the way you beg, boy. EXT - STABLE - DAY Little Raj Brittle, ties LITTLE JODY, a petite slave girl (eighteen) to a dead tree stump. BIG JOHN BRITTLE paces, taking a few practice CRACKS with his WHIP. LITTLE JODY begs The Shaffer Brothers/The Brittle Brothers for mercy. ROGER goes and sits on a old wagon wheel to watch the whippin'. BIG JOHN BRITTLE Now Jody quit your caterwaulin'. You know yourself it's for your own good. n******gs are clumsy. You'd break everything in goddamn sight, you weren't cured. And the only known cure for n******g clumsiness is a peelin'. Little Jody begs to differ. BACK TO DJANGO As Django in his powder blue satin suit hurries across the gra** to Little Jody and The Brittle Brothers, he collects eight little friends who happily run along with the fast walking man. EIGHT LITTLE FRENCH BULLDOGS who bark, yelp, snort and breath at his heels.. Django pays the little dogs no nevermind. 3 2- BACK TO BIG JOHN BRITTLE In position to take the skin off of Little Jody's back. BIG JOHN After this we'll see if you break eggs again. DJANGO turns the corner to the stable, and stands behind them. They don't see him. Big John rears back to make the first WHIP LASH... WHEN ... .DJANGO'S VOICE, stops him; DJANGO John Brittle! Big John breaks his whip stride, looks. up, and in a discarded full length broken mirror from the big house, laying abandoned against the stable wall, he see's DJANGO, dressed in his powder blue satin Little Lord Flauntleroy outfit, surrounded by his pack of little French Bulldogs. LITTLE JODY on her knees, tied to the dead tree stump, looks up see's the same thing in the mirror. LITTLE RAJ looks to his left at the sounds of the voice. BIG JOHN turns toward Django, who he still doesn't recognize. DJANGO just stares back. BIG JOHN smile disappears. He recognizes Django. So does Roger. LITTLE RAJ Django? Django crosses toward Big John, raising up his arm like he's going to shake his hand ... DJANGO Remember me? .Django extends his arm, and Dr.Schultz's Derringer arm contraption,. POPS the TINY GUN into his hand, and he FIRES a tiny bullet smack dab into BIG JOHN'S MERCILESS HEART. BIG JOHN FACE goes into shock... .he falls to his knees...he looks up, clutching his heart, at Django. DJANGO I like the way you die, boy.