DJANGO UNCHAINED

Who's that stumblin'around in the dark?

State your business, orprepare to get winged!

Calm yourselves gentlemen,I mean you no harm.

I'm simply a fellow weary traveler.

Good cold evening gentlemen,

I'm looking for apair of slave traders

that go by the nameof the Speck Brothers.

Might that be you?

Who wants to know?

Well, I do.

I'm Dr. King Schultz,this is my horse, Fritz.

What kinda doctor?

Dentist.

Now are you the Speck Brothers,

and did you purchase those menat the Greenville slave auction?

So what?

So, I wish to parley with you.

Speak English.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Please forgive me, itis a second language.

Now, amongst your inventory,I've been led to believe,

is a specimen I'm keen to acquire.

Hello you poor devils!

Is there one amongst you, who was formerlya resident of The Carrucan Plantation?

I'm from The Carrucan Plantation.

Who said that?

What's your name?

Django.

Then you're exactlythe one I'm looking for.

Do you know who theBrittle Brothers are?

Who are they?

Big John...

Ellis...

and Raja... sometimethey call him Lit'le Raj.

They was overseers atCarrucan plantation.

Not anymore.

Tell me...

If you were to see any of these threeGentlemen again, would you recognize them?

Hey!

Stop talk with 'em like that.

Like what?

Like that!

My good man, I'm simplytrying to ascertain-

Speak English, goddammit!

Everybody calm down,

I'm simply a customer tryingto conduct a transaction.

I don't care. No sale.

Now off wit' you!

Oh, don't be ridiculous,o'course they're for sale.

Move it.

My good man, did you simply getcarried away with your dramatic gesture,

or are you pointing your weaponat me with lethal intention?

Last chance, fancy pants.

Oh, very well...

I'm sorry to have puta bullet in your beast,

but I didn't want youto do anything rash

before you had a momentto come to your senses.

Goddamn son of a bitch!

You shot Roscoe!

And you killed Ace!

Hey, I only shot your brotheronce he threatened to shoot me.

And I do believe I have

one, two, three, four, fivewitnesses who can attest to that fact.

Damn legs busted!

No doubt. Now, if you can keepyour caterwauling down to a minimum,

I'd like to finish my lineof inquiry with young Django.

God fucking dammit!

As I was saying,

if you were to see the Brittle Brothersagain, you could recognize them?

Yeah.

Sold American! So Mr. Speck,

Mr. Speck, how muchfor young Django here?

That iron is nasty business.

Could you hold this for a moment?

Thank you. Django,get up on that horse.

Also if I were you, I'd take that wintercoat the dear departed Speck left behind.

Nigger, don't youtouch my brother's coat!

Goddammit!

One hundred... ten...

twenty... and five...

for young Django here.

And since you won't be needing it anymore,I'd like to purchase your brother's nag.

Also... Mr. Speck, I am afraidI will require a bill of sale.

Do you have one?

You go to hell, dentist!

I thought not.

No worries!

I come prepared.

Thank you.

This will serve nicelyas a bill of sale.

Now as to you poor devils...

So as I see it, when it comes tothe subject of what to do next,

you gentlemen have two choices.

One once I'm gone, you could liftthat beast off the remaining Speck,

then carry him to the nearest town.

Which would be at least thirty-sevenmiles back the way you came.

Or Two

You could unshackle yourselves...

take that rifle, put a bullet inhis head, bury the two of them deep,

and then make your way to a moreenlightened area of this country.

The choice is yours.

Oh, and on the off chance there areany astronomy aficionados amongst you,

the North Star is that one.

Tata.

Now wait a minute fellas,let's talk about this.

You gotta be reasonableon a situation like this.

I'm not a bad guy, lookI'm just doing my job!

Blueberry, didn't Igive you my last apple?

Tell you what boys, take me to Lit'leDuck in El Paso, I'll get you your freedom.

No. No, please...

What's everybody staring at?

They never seen anigger on a horse before.

Good morning inn keeper!

Two beers for two weary travelers.

Ah, it's still a bit early.

We won't be open for another hour.

By then we'll be servin' breakfast.

Wow wow wow wow!

What the hell youthink you doin', boy?

Get that nigger outta here.

Help! Help!

Inn keeper!

Remember, get thesheriff, not the marshall.

Alas...

Now we must act as our own bartender.

Sit down, my boy.

What kinda dentist are you?

Despite that cart, I haven'tpracticed dentistry in five years.

These days I practicea new profession.

Bounty Hunter.

D'you know what a Bounty Hunter is?

No.

Well...

The way the slave tradedeals in human lives for cash,

a bounty hunter deals in corpses.

Prost.

The state places abounty on a man's head,

I track that man, I findthat man, I kill that man,

after I've killed him, I transport thatman's corpse back to the authorities,

and sometimes that'seasier said then done,

I show that corpse to theauthorities proving, yes indeed,

I truly have killed him, at whichpoint the authorities pay me the bounty.

So... like slavery, it'sa flesh-for-cash business.

What's a bounty?

It's like a reward.You kill people andthey give you a reward?

Certain people, yeah.

Bad people?

Aah!

Badder they are, bigger the reward!

Which brings me to you.

And I must admit that 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, if you're not ina position to refuse, all the better.

So for the time being, I'm gonna makethis slave malarkey work to my benefit.

Still... having said that...

I feel guilty.

So...

I would like the two of usto enter into an agreement.

I'm looking for the Brittle Brothers.

However I've had this endeavor, I'm- I'm at a slight disadvantage,

in so far as, I don'tknow what they look like.

But you do... don't you?

I know what theylook like, all right.

Good.

So here's my agreement.

You travel with meuntil we find them-

Where we goin'?

I hear at least two of them are overseeingup in Gatlinburg, but I don't know where.

That means we visit every plantationin Gatlinburg till we find them.

And when we find them...

you point them out, and I kill them!

You do that, I agree togive you your freedom,

twenty-five dollars per Brittle

brother -that's seventy-five dollars,

and as if on cue,here comes the sheriff.

Okay boys, fun's over.

Come on out.

All right folks, calm down.

You bout your business.

The jokers will be gone soon.

Now...

why y'all wanna come intomy town and start trouble,

and... scare all these nice people?

You ain't got nothin' better to do,

than to come into BillSharp's town and show your ass?

What did you jus' do to our sheriff?

Now you can get the marshall.

Marshall, marshall!

Should we wait inside?

Can't we just leave?

After you.

Move that buckboard long ways'cross the street from the saloon!

I want six men, sixriffles behind it.

I want two men, tworifles up on this roof,

two men two rifles on that roof.

All the barrels aimedat that front door.

Somebody git poor Billoutta the goddamn street.

You in the saloon!

We got a hundred riffles aimedon every way outta that buildin'!

You got once chancegit outta this alive!

You and your nigger come out rightnow with your hands over your head,

and I mean, right now!

Is this the marshall I havethe pleasure of addressing?

Yes it is.

This is U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum.

That wunderbar, marshall.

I have relievedmyself of all weapons,

and just as you have instructed,

I am ready to step outside,

with my hands raised above my head.

I trust,

as a representative of the criminal justicesystem of The United States of America,

I shan't be shot down in the street,

by either you or your deputies,

before I've had my day in court.

You mean like you did our sheriff?

Shot 'em down likea dog in the street!

Yes, that's exactly what I mean!

Do I have your word as a lawman,

not to shoot me downlike a dog in the street?

Well, as much as we'd all enjoyseein' somethin' like that,

ain't nobody gonna cheatthe hangman in my town.

Fair enough marshall, here we come!

They're a little tense out there.

So don't make any quick movements,and let me do the talking.

Come ahead.

You unarmed?

Yes indeed we are.

Marshall Tatum, may Iaddress you and your deputies,

and apparently theentire town of Daughtrey,

as to the incidentthat just occurred?

Go on.

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 Daughtreysaw fit to elect as their sheriff,

who went by the name of Bill Sharp,

is actually a wanted outlawby the name of Willard Peck,

with a price on his headof two hundred dollars.

Now, that's two hundreddollars, dead or alive.

The hell you say!

I'm aware this is probablydisconcerting news.

But I'm willing to wagerthis 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.

Now this is a warrant,

made out by circuit court Judge HenryAllen Laudermilk of Austin Texas.

You're encouraged to wire him.

He'll back up who I am,

and who your deardeparted sheriff was.

In other words marshall,

you owe me two hundred dollars.

I'll be damned.

After this Brittlebusiness is behind us...

you'll be a free man.

With a horse, seventy fivedollars in your back pocket.

What's your plan after that?

Find my wife...

and buy her freedom.

Django...

I had no idea you were a married man.

Do most slaves believe in marriage?

Me and my wife do.

All men in Carrucan did,and that's why we uh...

we run off.

Django...

Django, Django...

You got sand, Django.

Boy's got sand.

I got no use for niggers with sand.

I want you to burn the runaway"r" right here on his cheek.

And the girl too.

And I want you to take 'emto the Greenville auction,

and sell 'em...

Both of 'em...

Separately.

And this one...

you will sell him cheap.

In Greenville?

There should be somesort of a records office.

You know when she was sold...

you know where she came from...

and you know her name.

What is her name?

Broomhilda.

What?

Broom-hilda.

- Broomhilda?- Hm-hm.

Were her owners German?

Yeah, how you know?

She wan't born on The Carrucan Plantation,she was raised by a German mistress.

Von Shafts.

She speak a little German too.

- Your wife?- Hm-hm.

When she was little, her mistress taughther so she has somebody speak German with.

Alright, let me get this straight.

Your slave wife speaks German, andher name is Broomhilda Von Shaft?

Yep.

They call me Hildi.

When we gain accessto these plantations,

we'll be putting on an "Act".

You'll be playing a character.

Hm?

No?

But during the act, youcan never break character.

D'you understand?

Yeah. Don't break character.

And you character isthat of the "Valet".

What that is?

That's a fancy word for servant.

- "Valet".- Hm-hm!

And now Django, you may choseyour character's costume.

You want that I pickup my own clothes?

You- but of course!

It's against the law for niggersto ride horses in this territory.

This is my valet, myvalet does not walk.

I said niggers on horses-

His name is Django, he's a freeman, he can ride what he pleases.

Not on my property.

Not around my niggers he can't.

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 ourhorses Tony and Fritz.

Mr. Bennett,

I've been lead to believe that youare a gentleman, and a business man.

And it is for these attributeswe've ridden from Texas

to Tennessee to parley with you now.

I wish to purchase oneof your nigger gals.You and your Jimmie rode from Texas toTennessee, to buy one of my nigger gals?

No appointment, no nuttin'?

Oh, I'm afraid so.

Well what if I had to say I don'tlike you, or your fancy pants nigger,

and I wouldn't sellyou a tinkers damn.

Now what'cha gotta say about that?

Mr. Bennett,

if you are the business man I'vebeen led to believe you to be,

I have five thousand things, I mightsay, that could change your mind.

Well com'on inside, and getyourself somethin' cool to drink.

- Huh?- Hm-hm.

Oh maybe, while we discuss business,

you could provide one ofyour loveliest black creatures

to escort Django here aroundyour magnificent grounds.

Oh, absolutely! Eh, Betina!

Yessir, Big Daddy?

Eh... What's your Jimmie name again?

- Django.- Django.

Betina sugar, couldyou take Django there,

and take him around the grounds hereto show him all the pretty stuff.

As you please, Big Daddy.

Oh, Mr. Bennett,

I must remind you Django is a freeman. He cannot be treated like a slave.

Within the bounds of good taste, he mustbe treated as an extension of myself.

Understood, Schultz. Betina, sugar?

Yes, sir?

Django isn't a slave.

Django is a free man. You understand?

You can't treat him like any ofthese other niggers around here,

cause he ain't like any of theseother niggers around here. Ya got it?

You wan' I should treathim like white folks?

No.

That's not what I said.

Then I don't knowwhat'cha want, Big Daddy.

Yes... I can see that.

Uh...

What's the name of that peckawood boyfrom town that works with the glass?

His mama works at the lumber yard.

Oh, you mean Jerry.

That's the boy's name, Jerry!

You know Jerry, don't you sugar?

Yes 'em, Big Daddy.

Well that's it then...

You just treat 'emlike you would Jerry.

The house we just leftfrom, is the big house.

Big daddy call itthat, cause it's big.

That there is the pantry.

That's where Bid Daddyhang out his day meat.

Full o'squirrels.

What'cha do for your massa'?

Didn't you hear himtell ya I ain't no slave?

So you really free?

Yes. I as free.

You mean you wanna dress like that?

Betina, I need to ask you something.

What'cho want?

I'm lookin' for three white men.

Three brothers, overseers. Theirname is Brittle. Do you know 'em?

Brittle?

Yes, Brittle. JohnBrittle, Ellis Brittle,

Roger Brittle. Sometimecalled Li'le Raj.

I don't know dem.

They could be usin' a different name.

They would have come to theplantation this past year.

You mean The Shaffers?

Maybe. Three brother?

Ah-huh.

- Are theyhere? - Ah-huh.

Could you point one of 'em out to me?

Well one's over in that field.

Old man Carrucan ain't going toappreciate this now, she- she-

she work in a house, John,you could mess her skin up,

and you gonna mess it up,she ain't gonna be worth no-

she ain't gonna worth a damn thing.

Like the bible say...

Look, I told you, I was

the one to make her do it.

You're ready?

She the one who went up for me and,thing about you we gettin' whipped now,

that should be me! That should be meJohn, I been here long enough, you know me!

You know me a long time, now!

You know master Carrugenain't gonna appreciate this!

She's- she's a house slave!

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Please, please now.

If this what you want, to keep mefunny fighting for each other, please...

I like the way you beg, boy.

Is that who you was lookin' for?

Yep.

Where the other two of 'em?

They by the stable, punishin'Little Jody for breakin' eggs.

They whippin' Little Jody?

Point me in that direction.

You go to that tree,and keep goin' that way.

Go git that whiteman I came here with.

Com'on now. Com'on, Jody!

Let me all... get you set up!

And the Lord said the fear of ye...

and the dread of ye...

shall be on every beast of here.

Hey, gimme that of what?You better gimme that arm,

you gotta gimme that arm!

Okay, she ready!

And after this, we'll seeif you break eggs again.

John Brittle!

Remember me?

I like the way you die, boy!

Goddamnson-of-a-bitch!

Ya'all wanna see somethin'?

Ooh no!

Who are they?

That's Big John, andthat's little Raj.

Where's Ellis?

He's the one hightailin' itacross that field right now.

- You sure that's him?- Yeah.

- Positive?- I dunno.

- You don't know if you're positive?- I don't know what positive means.

It means you're sure.

- Yes.- Yes, what?

Yes I'm sure it is Ellis Brittle.

I'm positive he dead.

Django!

Everybody calm down,

we mean no one else any harm.

Who are you two jokers?

I am Dr. King Schultz,a legal representative

of the criminal justice systemof the United States of America,

the man to my left is DjangoFreeman, he's my deputy.

In my pocket is a warrant

signed by circuit court judge HenryAllen Laudermilk of Austin Texas,

for the arrest andcapture, dead or alive, of

John Brittle, RogerBrittle, and Ellis Brittle.

They've gone by the name Shaffer.

You know them by the name of Shaffer,but the butchers real name was Brittle.

These are wanted men. Thelaw wants them for murder.

Now I reiterate, thewarrant states dead or alive,

so when Mr. Freeman and myselfexecuted these men on sight,

we were operating withinour legal boundaries.

I realize...

passions are high,

but I must warn you,

the penalty for taking deadlyforce against a office of the court

in the performance of his duty is,

you will be hung by theneck until you're dead.

May I please remove the warrantfrom my pocket so you may examine it?

Gimmie.

Satisfied?

May I have that back, please?

Get off my land.

Post haste.

Load up the bodiesas quickly as you can,

and let's get out of here.

Hell...

That's 'em sonsabitches.

Now unless they start shootin'first... nobody shoot 'em.

That's way too simplefor these jokers.

We're gonna whip thatnigger lover to death.

And I'm gonna personally stripand clip that garboon myself.

Damn...

I can't see fuckin'shit outta this thing.

We ready, or what?

Ah hold on, I'm fuckin'with my eye holes.

Oh shit.

I just made it worse.

Who made this goddamn shit?

Willard's wife.

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Look, nobody's sayin' theydon't appreciate what Jenny did.

Well if all I hadda dowas cut a hole in a bag,

I coulda cut it better than this.

How 'bout you Robert, can you see?

Not too good.

I mean, if I don't move my head, Ican see pretty good, more or less.

But when I start ridin', the bag'smoving all over, and I'm ridin' blind.

Oh shit!

I just made mine worse.

Anybody bring any extra bags?

No, nobody brought an extra bag!

I'm just asking.

Do we hafta wear 'em when we ride?

Oh well Shitfire!

If you don't wear 'em as you rideup, that just defeats the purpose.

Well I can't see inthis fucking thing!

I can't breathe in this fucking thing,and I can't ride in this fucking thing!

Well fuck all y'all, I'm going home!

Ya know I watchedmy wife work all day

gettin' thirty bags to get readyfor you ungrateful sonsabitches,

and all I hear is criticize,criticize, criticize.

From now on, don't askme or mine for nothin'!

Now look...

Let's not forget why we're here.

We gotta killer niggerover that hill there.

And we gotta make a lesson outta 'em.

Okay, I'm confused.

Are the bags on or off.

I think... we all think...the bags was a nice idea.

- Yeah.- Yeah.

But not pointing 'ny fingers,they could have been done better.

So how about... no bags this time,

but next time, we do the bagsright, and then we go full regalia.

I get my bag off.

Wait a minute!

I didn't say no bags.

But nobody can see.

So?

So, it be nice to see.

Goddamit! This is a raid!

I can't see, you can't see. So what?

All that matters is canthe fuckin' horse see!

That's a raid!

Where's this shit!

There he is!

Get that nigger outfrom under 'at wagon.

And get that niggerlover out o'the wagon!

That nigger ain't down here!

- They're gone!- What?

- They tricked us!- Well where are they?

Auf wiedersehen.

Bull time.

We get 'em now.

Cowards tend to do that.

Goddammit!

Would you care to?

I can't see shit out of this...

He's getting away.

I got 'em.

Big Daddy's getting away.

I got 'em.

Got 'em.

For kids, ain't that short.

How you know Broomhilda'sfirst masters were German?

Broomhilda is a German name.

If they named her, it standsto reason they'd be German.

Lots of gals where youfrom named Broomhilda?

Broomhilda is the name of a character

in the most popular ofall the German legends.

There's a story 'bout Broomhilda?

Oh yes, there is.

Do you know it?

Every German knows that story.

Would you like me to tell you?

Well...

Broomhilda was a... princess.

She was the daughter ofWotan, the god of all gods.

Anyway, her fatheris really mad at her.

What she do?

I can't exactly remember. I thinkshe disobeys him in some way.

So he puts her ontop of the mountain.

Broomhilda's on a mountain?

It's a German legend, there's alwaysgoing to be a mountain in there somewhere.

And he puts a fire breathingdragon there to guard the mountain.

And he surrounds her...

in a circle of hellfire.

And there, Broomhilda shall remain,

unless a hero arisesbrave enough to save her.

Does a fella arise?

Yes Django. As amatter of fact, he does.

A fella named Sigfried.

Does Sigfried save her?

Quite spectacularly so.

He scales the mountain,because he's not afraid of it.

He slays the dragon, becausehe's not afraid of him.

And he walks through hellfire...

because Broomhilda's worth it.

I know how he feel.

I think I'm juststarting to realize that.

Now... Look... Django...

I don't doubt that one dayyou will save your lady love.

But I can't let you go toGreenville in a good conscious.

Slave Washington, in Mississippi,isn't a place for you to visit.

Free or not, it's just too dangerous.

But let me ask you a question.

How do you like thebounty hunting business?

Kill white folks, andthey pay you for it?

What's not to like?

And I have to admit,we make a good team.

I thought you was mad at me forkillin' Big John and Lit'le Raj?

Yeah, on that occasion,you were a tad overzealous,

but normally, that's a good thing.

How'd you like topartner up for the winter?

What'd ya mean partner up?

You work with me through thewinter till the snow melts.

I give you a third of my bounties.

So we make some money thiswinter, and when the snow melts,

I'll take you to Greenville myself, andwe'll find where they sent your wife.

Why you care what happen to me?

Why you care if I find my wife?

Frankly...

I've never given anybodytheir freedom before.

And now that I have, I feelvaguely responsible for you.

Plus when a German meets a real lifeSigfried, that's kind of a big deal.

As a German, I'm obliged to help you

on your quest to rescueyour beloved Broomhilda.

Ooh, what happened to mister "Iwanna shoot white folks for money"?

His son's with him.

Well good. He'll havea loved one with him.

Maybe even share a last word.

That's better then most of them get,

and a damn sightbetter then he deserves.

Put down the rifle.

Don't worry, I'm not mad at you.

Just take out SmittyBacall's handbill.

Read it aloud.

Consider that today's lesson.

Wanted, dead or alive.

Smitty Bacall andthe Smitty Bacall...

gang.

For murder and stagecoach ro...

robbery.

Seven zero zero ze-

Seven thousand.

- Seven-- Thousand.

"Seven thousand dollarsfor Smitty Bacall,

one thousand and five hundreddollars for each of his gang

- memb...- members.

Known members of the SmittyBacall Gang are as fellows,

- follows.- follows.

Dandy Michaels, Gerald Nash and...

Crazy Craig Koons.

That is who Smitty Bacall is.

If Smitty Bacall wanted tostart a farm at twenty-two,

they would never have printed that.

But Smitty Bacall wantedto rob stagecoaches,

and he didn't mindkilling people to do it.

D'you want to save yourwife by doing what I do?

This is what I do.

I kill people, and selltheir corpses for cash.

This corpse is worthseven thousand dollars.

Now quit yourpussyfootin' and shoot him.

Pa?

Pa!

Here...

You need to keep thisSmitty Bacall handbill.

Why?

It's good luck.

You always keep the handbillof your first bounty.

That's accurate.

Doctor, Django, how the hell are ya?

Who the hell have you got there?

The Wilson-Lowe Gang.

Who the hell is the

Wilson-Lowe Gang?

Bad Chuck Wilson and meaner BobbyLowe, and three of their acolytes.

Huh.

Well just leave 'em out here,they ain't goin' nowhere.

Let's comin' outta the snowysnow and git yourself some coffee.

Had a birthdayyesterday, got some cake!

Pretty good.

Move along!

Do it, walk!

Keep moving.

Don't let that mud slowyou down, keep going.

Keep on.

Broomhilda Von Shaft,age twenty-seven,

"r" on right cheek...

Calvin Candy.

He owns the fourth biggest cottonplantation in Mississippi, Candyland.

Candyland?

Oh so you've heard of it?

Ain't no slave thatain't heard of Candyland.

Well, apparently that'swhere you wife is,

and that's the repellinggentleman who owns her.

Let's just hope she works inthe out, slaying in the field.

Oh no, she ain't in the field, mate.

She... she pretty.

and she a tall girl, too.

The one you toreback up on the nag...

he burnt her runaway on her cheek.

They got damned.

She no field nigger, but she ain't goodenough for the house no more either.

They're gonna try tomake her comfort girl.

What's a comfort- Oh.

Now while I got freedom...

Now while I got my gun.

So do we offer to buy her?

So...

say...

a man wants to buy a horse...

needs to buy a horse.

He walks up to the farmer's farm,he knocks on the farmer's door,

and asks the farmer to buy his horse.And you know what the farmer says,

the farmer says "No".

Well I say fuck that farmer.

And I'm stealin' that horse.

Fair enough, but now you are horsethief, and they hang horse thieves.

Not to mention the horse goesback to its original owner,

because the horse isstill its property.

We need her and weneed a bill of sale.

But if we ain't gonna try tobuy, then how we gonna get it?

May I offer an alternativeplan for action?

Go ahead.

The man walks up to the farmer'sfarm, he knocks on the farmer's door,

and asks not to buythe horse, but the farm,

and makes an offer so ridiculous,the farmer's forced to say yes.

We're gonna offer to buy Candyland?

No, it's far too big, but apparently,this farmer ain't all about the farm.

How much do you knowabout mandingo fighting?

What?

Can you convincingly masquerade of someonewho's an expert on mandingo fighting?

Why?

Because my character is that ofa big money buyer from Dusseldorf,

here in Greenville to buy myway into the mandingo fight game,

and your character is the mandingoexpert I hired to help me do it.

They call that "One-Eyed Charly".

Bonjour.

Bonsoir, p'tite femme noire,

we are here to see Mr. Calvin Candy.

Enter.

Thank you.

You want me to play a black slaver?

Ain't nothin lowerthan a black slaver.

A black slaver is lowerthan a head house nigger.

And buddy, that's pretty fuckin' low.

Then play him that way,

give me your black slaver.

Dr. Schultz!

Good to see you again.

Mr. Moguy.

Thank you for your assistance in creatingthe opportunity for this appointment.

Nonsense, it's my job.

So, this is the One-EyedCharly I've heard so much about.

Yes, this is Django Freeman.

Django, this is Mr. Candie'slawyer, Leonide Moguy.

Just call me Leo.

Calvin's in the Julius Caesarroom, y'all wanna follow me?

How long have you beenassociated with Mr. Candie?

Oh, Calvin's father and I were about eleven

when we went to boarding school together.

Calvins' father fatherput me through law school.

One could almost say, I wasraised to be Calvin's lawyer.

One could almost say, you's a nigger.

What did you say?

I say...

Real nothing, he's just being cheeky.

Now, anything else about Mr. Candiethat I should know before I meet him?

Yes, he is a bit of a Francophile.

Ah, what civilized people aren't?

And he prefers MonsieurCandie to Mister Candie.

Hmm, si c'est cela qu'il préfère.

He doesn't speak French. Don't speakFrench to him, it'll embarrass him.

Get back on top now, turn around.

There you go.

There you go.

Why do you want to getin the mandingo business?

You don't intend to allow your secondto make the proper introductions?

Quit stalling now.Answer the question.

The awful truth?

Pff, I'm bored.

This seems like a good bit of fun.

Well, come on over.

We got us a fight goin' on,that's a good bit of fun.

Won't you accompany me to the bar?

You don't go ahead in a house,white man, even I know that.

Dr. Schultz... -What a real pleasure-

Keep fighting, niggers!

.. and I might add, an honor.

Honored to meet you, please havea seat, the pleasure's all mine.

Get Freeman Djangohere whatever he wants.

And I'll have sweet gin bourbon.

You go way, boy, youdo what I tell you!

He's got big and strong!

Com'on now!

Ah, he's not doing whatI told him. For God sake.

Bravo, Luigi, cosi edai. De casse piu rapido.

Com'on now boys, thisa fight to the death!

Hit that animal or you're ain't!

Ecco i con la spola tappeto.La spola tappeto giù.

Big Fred, com'on!

Turn him around, now!

Use your strength, boy!

Com'on now, use your strength!

There you go!

There you go!

Look at that!

Yeah I told you, this is a wild man.

Do what I told you, boy.

Here you go!

Ah. No! Aah!

Do what I told you.Ground him back, boy.

Ground him back!

Uh, you no lose!

No! No!

Finish him.

Go on, boy, finish him!

That's why they call him big Fred!

Worth every penny.

Well, arrivederchi, Luigi!

Com'on up now boy,get yourself a rest,

you did a fine job, a real fine job.

Proceed in.

Tequila.

What's your name?

Django.

Can you spell it?

D, J, A, N, G, O.

The D is silent.

I know.

Umberto, andiamo.

Mr. Moguy,

I want you to takecare o' my new boy here.

You find him a room with a soft bed,

and you bring him up apony to lick his pawl.

You be ready to travel to Candylandtomorrow mornin' now, you hear?

Yessir, Mr. Candy.

Oh before you go, Roscoe,get Fred here a tall beer.

You enjoy that, boy.

You've earned it.

Yessir.

What's your name, boy?

His name is Django Freeman.

Hm-hm.

Where did ya dig him up?

A fortuitous turn of eventsbrought Django and myself together.

I've heard tell about you.

I heard you've been telling ev'rybodythat mandingos are not damn good,

ain't nothing nobody is sellingis worth buying, I'm curious.

What makes you sucha mandingo expert?

I'm curious whatmakes you so curious?

- What did you say, boy?- Calm down Butch.

No offense given...

None taken.

Uh, Monsieur Candie...

Uhm, I'd appreciate if you coulddirect your line of inquiry toward me.

One.

You do not have anything to drink,can I get you a tasty refreshment.

Yes! I'll have a beer.

Wunderbar.

Roscoe, a beer forthe man with the beard,

and I will have a PolynesianPearl Diver, do no spill the rum.

Doc...

I'm a seasoned slaver, you are- well, you are a neophyte,

I'm simply trying to ascertain if thiscowboy here is taking advantage of you.

With all due respect,Monsieur Candie,

I didn't seek youout for your advice.

I sought you out to purchase a fightingnigger at above top dollar market price.

I was under the impressionwhen you granted me an audience,

it would be to discuss business.

But we weren't talking business yet.

We were discussing my curiosity.

Roscoe, Coco, go outside and play.

Sheba,

you stay right there.

I know you didn't name me.

Prost.

Jambo.

Now according to Moguy,

if I do business with you, I'mdoin' business with both of y'all.

He does the eyeballin', youthe billfold, is that it?

Well, you don't make it sound tooflattering, but more or less, yeah.

So...

Bright Boy,

Moguy tells me you lookedover my African flesh,

and you was none too impressed, huh?

Not for top dollar.

Well then we got nothingmore to talk about.

You see, you wanna buy abeat ass nigger from me,

those was all the beat assniggers I wanna sell, so...

He don't wanna buy theniggers you wanna sell.

He wants the niggeryou don't wanna sell.

I don't sell the niggersI don't wanna sell.

Well, hm. You won't sell your best.

You won't even sell your second best.

But your third best you don'twant to sell him either...

but if I made you an offer so ridiculousyou'd be forced to consider it...

who knows what could happen?

And what do you consider ridiculous?

For a truly talented specimen,well "The Right Nigger"?

How much would you say, Django?

Twelve thousand dollars.

Gentlemen...

You had my curiosity.

Now you have my attention.

Willie... Willie.

Hold up! Hold up.

Aah.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Good Dr. Schultz.Beautiful morning isn't it?

You couldn't havepicked a better one.

Please, won't you take a ridewith us here in the Victorian.

Oh, thank you very much.

Tie your horse up back there.

Django!

Well I part company from manyof my phenologist colleagues,

cause I believe there'sa level above bright,

above talented, above loyalthat a nigger can aspire.

Say one nigger that justpops up on ten thousand.

The exceptional nigger.

Bright day uh, Bright Boy?

Sun is up.

Shinin' on all of us.

Have a seat, Doc.

Great an honor.

The honor is all ours.

Thank you.

.. but I do believe that given time,exceptional niggers like Bright Boy here,

will come if not freedom...

more freedom...

Bright Boy,

you are that one in ten thousand.

The name of the game is keepup, not catch up, nigger.

Touch your guns, you're dead.

Everybody calm down!

I saw the whole thing, no harm done.

Are you- are youkiddin' me, this nigger-

I said no harm done! Now take

your hands off your pistol!

Butch!

That means you too.

Ev'rybody stopantagonizing my guests.

Who!

Git back upon your horse.

He broke my collarbone!

For God sake, somebody please helpWho here back upon his goddamn horse.

Ooh, now you are one lucky nigger.

You got to listen toyour boss, white boy.

Oh I'm a good walk inany moonlight for you.

You wanna hold my hand?

Willie! Take us home.

You got a problemwith your eyeball, boy?

No sir.

You wan' a boot heel in it?

No sir.

Then keep your goddamneyeballs off me.

Flash that bad look at me again,I give you a reason not to like me.

Now move, nigger!

You niggers gonna understandsomethin' 'bout me.

I'm worse than anyo'these white men here.

You keep them eyelash inside your ass,you keep them goddamn eyeballs off me.

He is a rambunctious sort, ain't it?

Indeed!

May you stop for a moment, so Imay put put a word in my man's ear?

Yeah, I'm expecting to fall in loveonce I see the specimen of Candyland,

so before that moment, itwould be good if I could have

a confidential strategymeeting with my... confident.

You mind tellin' mewhat the hell you doing?

I've confirmed thatBroomhilda's at Candyland.

Are you sure it's her?

He didn't call her by name,but she's a young lady,

whip marks on herback, and speaks German.

Now while it's not wise to assume,

in this instance, Ithink it's pretty safe.

Point being...

don't get so carried awaywith your retribution.

We lose sight on why we're here.

You think I lost sight, did I?

Yes, I do! Stop antagonizing Candy!

You're going to blow this whole charade,or more than likely get both of us killed,

and I, for one, don't intend to die in

Chickasaw County, Mississippi, U. S. A.

I'm not antagonizing.I'm intriguing him.

You're yelling abuseof these poor slaves!

I recall the man...

who had me killed anotherman in front o' his son,

and he didn't bat an eye.

Remember that?

Yeah of course I remember!

What you said was...

You said, this ain't my word...

"In my word you got to get dirty".

So that's what I'mdoing. I'm getting dirty.

Well you're paraphrasinga tad, but...

that was it generally, just...

see you at Candyland.

Alright niggers!

Back at it.

That means you too, moonlight.

I'll 'be. D'Artagnan!

Now well, why do afool thing like run off?

I can't fight nomore, Monsieur Candy.

Yes you can!

Yоu mіght nоt bе аblе tоwіn, but yоur аѕѕ саn fіght.

Mr. Stonesipher, would youplease shut these goddamn dogs up,

I cannot hear myself think!

Hush now, Marsha! Hush up,Marsha! Marsha, hush up!

Hey, get these goddamndogs away from this nigger!

Well now boy...

Gidown o' that tree.- Yes sir.

How long was he lose?

A night...

day...

Half the other night.

How far he git off property?

Bout twenty miles off prop.

Pretty fer, conside'ingthat limp he got.

Mr. Moguy, who was D'Artagnansupposed to fight on Friday?

One of this new lot.

The way he looks now, a blindIndian wouldn't bet a bead on 'em.

Please Mr. Candy, I ain't gotit, ain't it no more, I can't-

No no no no, now no beggin'...

No playin' on my soft heart.

You're in trouble, now son.

I done paid dollars for you...

When I pay dollars...

I expect to get five fights outta anigga 'fore he rollover and play dead.

Got to understand, I'm...I'm running a business here!

You- you fought three fights.

But I won everyone!

Yes you did. Yes you did,

but that last one, you muddled theline between winning and losing.

Still the fact remain.

I pay dollars, Iwant five goddamn fights!

So what 'bout my fivehundred dollars, huh?

What about my five hundred dollars?

You go n' reimburse me?!

You even know what reimburse means?

I'll reimburse you!

You will?

You pay dollars...

for pratic'lly a one eyed

Ole'Joe ain't fit to push a broom?

No, he won't.

He's just tired of youtoyin' with him, is all.

Matter o' facts, so am I.

But we ain't payin' apenny for that pickaninny,

ain't got no use for 'em,ain't that right, Doc?

You heard 'em!

I'm gonna have to excuse Mr.Stonesipher slack jaw gaze, he...

he ain't never seen a niggerlike you ever in his life.

Ain't that right, Mr. Stonesipher?

That right.

That matter...

Won't have that.

Now...

Sin'e as you won't pay a pennyfor this pickaninny here...

you won't mind me handlin'this nigger anyway I see fit?

He's your nigger.

Mr. Stonesipher?

Let Marsha and her bitches sendD'Artagnan to nigger heaven.

Marsha! Git the nigger!

Your boss looks a littlegreen around the gills

for a blood sportlike 'nigger fightin'?

No.

He just ain't use to seein' aman ripped apart by dogs, is all.

You are used to it?

I'm just a little more useto American's than he is.

Now... Monsieur Candy,

whenever you're ready.

We rode five hours so youcould show off your stock.

Let's git to it.

Cause as of now, ifhe's an example...

I ain't impressed.

Follow me.

Line up to the left here now niggers.

That's it.

You gimme a line, gimme a line.

Get in line here. Right now!

Hello, Steven my boy!

Yeah yeah yeah, hello my ass.

Who this nigger up on that nag?

Oh Steven, you havenags for breakfast.

What's the matter, why soornery, you miss me, huh?

Oh-oh yes sir, I miss youlike a home miss flower,

like a - like a- ababy miss Mum n' Teddy,

I miss you like Imisses a rock in my shoe.

Now I ask you who thisnigger, on that nag?

Hey Snowball.

If you wanna know my name orthe name of my horse, you ask me.

Just who the hell youcallin' Snowball, horse boy?

I'll snap your black ass ofthat nag there in the mud-

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Steven, Steven.

Let's keep it funny.

Django here is a Freeman.

- This nigger here?- That nigger there.

Let me at leastintroduce the two of you.

Django, this is another cheekyblack bugger like yourself, Steven.

Steven, this is Django.

You two ought to hate each other.

Calvin, just who the hell is thisnigger you feel the need to entertain?

Django, and his friend in greyhere Dr. Schultz are customers,

and they are our guests, Steven,

and you, you old decrepit bastard,are to show them every hospitality.

You understand that?- Yessir, here I'm understandin',

but I don't know why I gottatake lip off this nigger?

You don't hafta knowwhy. Do you understand?

Yes sir, I understand.

Oh good!

They're spendin' the night, go up inthe guest bedrooms and get two ready.

He gonna stay in the Big House?

Steven, he's aslaver. It's different.

In the Big House?

Well you gotta problem with that?

No, no no I got no problem with it,

with you I gotta problem with burnin'the bed, the sheets, the pillow cases,

ev'rything up when thisblack ass motherfuckers gone!

Now that is my problem,they are mine to burn!

Now your problem right nowis making a good impression.

And I want you to startsolving that problem right now,

and git them goddamn rooms ready!

Yes sir, Monsieur Candie.

Go on now.

Can't believe you brought anigger to stay in the Big House.

You get a rollin' over andit's God man free right now.

He had a lip on you.

A nigger in the estatepart. What shit is that!?

Now.

Where is my beautiful sister!

There she is!

Dr. Schultz, this attractivesouthern belle is my widowed sister.

Darling, you are adiamond for tired eyes.

May I present to youLara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly.

Chester, Rodney, Chicken Charlie,you'll git your ass up on that hill.

Com'on Charlie, go on now.

Go, com'on now. You know where it is.

Like you on a rope!

Niggers don't walk'round here! Niggers run!

- Ah, Monsieur Candie?- Hmm?

About that matter, about thenigger girl we were talking about?

Nigger girl?

Yeah, I believe youmentioned she spoke German?

Ah yes, Hildi, what about her?

Do you think before the demonstrationyou could send her around to my room?

You little Dickens, you!

I don't see why not.

Steven, when you get through showingthem to their rooms, go fetch Hildi,

get her cleaned up and smellin' nice,and sent over to Dr. Schultz's room.

Actually, Monsieur Candie, it's- it's somethin' I ain't tole you that yet.

What?

Uh, Hildi in The Hot Box.

What's she doin' there?

What 'cha think she doin' there,in The Hot Box, she bein' punished.

- What did she do?- She ran off again.

Jesus Christ Steven, how manypeople ran away while I was gone?

Two.

And when did she go?

Last night, they- they brought her back this morning.

How bad did Stonesipher'sdogs tear her up?

Lucky for her, they was outchasin' D'Artagnan's ass.

Bill and Cody went out lookin' for her,found her and brought her back, uh...

Now she a little beat up,

but she done that the all damn self,runnin' through them damn bushes and shit.

How long she been in the box?

How long ya think, shebeen in there all damn day!

And the lit'le bitch gotten more days be in there.

Steven, take her out.

Take her out, why?!

Because I said so, that's why.

Dr. Schultz is my guest.

Hildi is my nigger, Southern hospitality

dictates I make her available to him.

But Monsieur Candie,she just ran off.

Jesus Christ Steven, what is the pointof havin' a nigger that speaks German,

if you can't wheel 'em outwhen you have a German guest?

Now I realize it is inconvenientbut still, you take her ass out!

Yes sir.

Lara Lee, will you and Corabe responsible for getting

Hilda cleaned up andpresentable for Dr. Schultz here?

Of course, darling.

Now gentlemen, I do apologize, but I'mwearer for our travels beyond words,

it is time for meto rest my tired ass.

Ya'all have heard the man,get yar ass, all part of it.

Go! Come here!

Get over there, get her cleaned up,bring her back over here to doctor

what- what did you say your name is, Schut?

- Schultz.- Schultz!

Git her back over here, alright girl?

Yes sir.

Hilda, you comin’ with me, or yougonna sleep in that lit'le box over here?

Hello ladies.

Dr. Schultz, may Iintroduce to you Broomhilda.

Hildi, this is Dr. Schultz.

It's a pleasure tomeet you, Broomhilda.

I've heard a lot ofgood things about you.

Well, it's not often a niggerspeaks German, don't you know?

As I look at you now, Broomhilda,

I could see all the passion you

inspire completely justified.

The doctor here speaks German!

And I've been informedyou do as well?

Go ahead girl, speak a little German.

Astonishing.

- And I shouldbring- - Much obliged.

Don't be afraid.

Pardon.

Hey Little Trouble Maker.

You silver tongued devil you.

Look Monsieur Candie, they were allfine specimens, no doubt about it.

But the best three, by far, were

Sampson...

Well, what's his name again?- Goldie.

Goldie... and Eskimo Joe.

By the way, why is

he called Eskimo Joe?

Oh, you never know how thesenigger nicknames get started.

His name was Joe, maybe one dayhe said he was cold, who knows?

Well, regardless,

Samson's your best,

we all know that,

you will never sell him, andI can see why, he's a champion.

Hm-hm-hm! Allthree are champions.

Samson's champion.

Them other two pretty good.

Calvin, what thatnigger- you let-

That's alright, that's alright.

You have to understandMonsieur Candie,

while admittedly a neophytein the nigger fight game,

I do have a little bit of a backgroundin the European traveling circus.

Is that right?

Hence... I have big ideaswhen it comes to presentation.

I need something morethan just a big nigger.

He needs to have... panache.

- Need to have what what what?- Panache, hum...

- A sense of showmanship!- Showmanship, yes.

I want to be able to bill himhim as the "Black Hercules".

Black Hercules, isn't that clever?

More like niggerly.

I said, and I quote

"I would pay top dollarfor the Right Nigger".

Now I'm not saying that EskimoJoe is the wrong nigger per se...

but is he right as rain?

Dr. Schultz, I will have you know,

there is no one in the niggerfight game that appreciates

the value of showmanship morethan Monsieur Calvin J. Candie.

Nobody.

But one must not forget the mostimportant thing in the nigger fight game.

And that is a niggerthat can win fights.

Now that should be your first,second, third, four, and fifth concern.

Now after you have that,and you know you have that,

then you can start toimplement a grand design.

In other words, first thing is first.

First thing is first.

I see you two gettin' on.

Famously.

Oh Monsieur Candie, youcan't imagine what it's like

not to hear you nativetongue in four years.

Well hell, I can't imaginetwo weeks in Boston.

Two weeks in Boston, oh that's your- oh man!

Ah, two weeks in Boston!

I can't express the joy I feltconversing in my mother tongue.

And Hildi is a charmingconversation companion.

Ah be careful now Doctor Schultz,

you might have caught yourselfa little dose of Nigella.

Nigella's a powerful emotion, boy.

It's like a pool of black tar,once it catches your ass, you can't-

Yessir, you can't.

I don't know doctor, you can lay onall the German sweet talk you want, but

it looks like this pony'sgot big eyes for Django.

Well... naturally, it is the soaringeagle that attracts her attention,

not the plucked chicken.

Dr. Schultz, don't beso down on yourself,

you are quite a dapperEuropean gentleman.

You gotta finish this, you got to put yourelbow in this, this is, do you hear me-

You know that nigger, don't ya?

- Who?- Who?

Don't who me bitch, youknow who I'm talking about!?

At the table?

I don't know him.

You don't know him?

No.

No what?

No sir.

You wouldn't lie tome now, would you?

Okay...

If- if you say so.

Eskimo Joe's a qualitynigger, no doubt about it.

But if it was my money...

I wouldn't pay no twelvethousand dollars for him.

What would your price be?

Well, if I wasinclined to be generous,

and I don't know why I wouldbe inclined to be generous...

nine thousand...

maybe.

Dr. Schultz...

Let me reclarify how thiswhole negotiation came about.

You see, it wasn't me whocame to you to sell a nigger,

Sure, it wasn't.

It was you whoapproached me to buy one.

Sure it was.

Now that nine thousand dollarfigure Bright Boy was banding about,

that ain't too far off from right,

and if I wanted to sellEskimo Joe for that,

I could do so any day of the week.

Any day.

But like you saidin Greenville doctor,

I don't wanna sell 'em.

It was only your ridiculous offer

of twelve thousand dollarsthat made me even consider it.

Hmm-hmm.

You know Monsieur Candie, you dopossess the power of persuasion.

Why not, Monsieur Candie, you have adeal, Eskimo Joe, twelve thousand dollars!

Hurray, doctor, hurray, anda wise decision, that is!

However, that is a

tremendous amount of money.

And the way you have yourMr. Moguy, I have a lawyer,

a persnickety man named Tuttle,

And I would need my Mr. Tuttleto draw up a legal contract

before I'd feel comfortable exchangingthat amount of money for flesh.

Not to mention having Eskimo Joeexamined by a physician of my choosing.

Naturally.

So say I return in about...

.. five days time.- Five days?!

With my Mr. Tuttle.And then my Mr. Tuttle

and your Mr. Moguy can hash out thefiner details between themselves.

I say splendid Doctor... Splendid.

Gentlemen...

may I propose a toast...

to Eskimo Joe. Or, shall we call him

the Black Hercules.

To the Black Hercules.

The Black Hercules!

The Black Hercules...

You was right, Doctor, thatname do help pay an ass.

Hildi...

I'm outta drink, girl.

So Hildi... how you like servin' atthe big table in the big house, huh?

When Monsieur Candytalk to you, you answers.

I like it a lot, Monsieur Candie.

Hmm-hmm.

It's a lot better thansizzling in that hot box,

or draggin' your assthrough a bramble bush.

Maybe it's not quite as much fun as

getting the pleasure o' the mandingos,

huh sugar babe?- Hmm oh, she like them new.

- Like Simpson, huh?- Yessir.

- You know Monsieur Candie,- Hmm?

the doctor here might be interestedin seein' Hildi's peeled back,

since how they don't have manyniggers where he come from.

Dr. Schultz, when youwas alone with Hildi here,

did ya just speak German, ordid ya git her clothes off?

No, we just talked and...

Oh so- so you haven't seen her back?

I haven't-

No no no, now Steven's right,you might find this interesting.

Hildi, com'on take off your dress,show Dr. Schultz your back here, go on!

Uh, Calvin, I just got her alldressed up and looking nice.

But... Lara Lee, Dr. Schultz is fromDusseldorf, they don't got niggers there.

He's a man of medicine.

I'm sure it would fascinate him,the niggers endurance for pain.

These niggers are tough Dr.Schultz, no doubt about it.

Hilda's got somethin' likefour lashes on her back.

Lare Lee, just get- why don't you lose her goddamn mat?

Look a' that, doctor, it'slike a painting, look at that.

Calvin!

We are eating, ain't no onewanna look at her whipped up back!

Fine. Fine, fine fine fine...

After the dinner,Steven. After dinner.

During the brandies, gentlemen. Uh?

Cora, come get this girl!

She all messed.

- Yes ma'am?

Oh! Why are you all undone?

I just got you done,now come over, here!

Baby, you got Steven his bad side,when you need to be on his blind side.

You said you ain't know him?

Huh?

I said... you saidyou ain't know him.

I don't.

Yes you do.

Mister Steven...

I don't.

Why is you lyin' to me?

I ain't.

Then why is you cry?

You scarin' me.

Why is I'm scarin' you?

Because you scary.

.. to speak German this afternoon withHildi, was positively soul enriching.

You stay in that chair.

You indicated earlier you'dbe willing to part with Hildi.

Oh yes. Yesiree Bob I did.

In that case... allow me...to propose another proposition.

I'm all ears.

Hurry up, goddammit!

MonsieurCandie- - Steven!

You just interruptedDr. Schultz here!

Uhm... sorry doctor Schultz, myears ain't worth a damn these days.

Monsieur Candie, could I geta word with you in the kitchen.

You mean get up outta my chair?

If you could manage it.

Why?

It's about dessert.

What about dessert?

I'd rather discuss that in private.

We're havin' white cake.

What sort of melodramacould be brewing back there?

You right Monsieur Candy, youright, I'll handle it myself.

Meet me in the library.

I just can't understand why youwon't come talk to the evening,

she get fucked up 'roundhere, you blame me.

Fine, fine friend Steven, I...

will be along momentarily.

Yessir.

Well...

gentlemen...

as you can see, talented asthey are no doubt in the kitchen,

from time to time... adultsupervision is required.

If you'll excuse me a moment.

You may clear the dinner service.

<iHurry up girl.</i

So Dr. Schultz...

Why don't you regal uswith the tale of the circus?

The circus!

What is the matter?

Them motherfuckers ain'there to buy no mandingos.

They wants that girl.

Steven, what the hellare you talkin' about, hm?

They playin' your ass for afool, that what I'm talkin' bout.

They ain't here forno muscle bound jimmie,

they here for that girl.

What... what girl. What... Hildi?

Yeah, Hildi. Her and Django?

Them niggers know each other.

He... he just bought Eskimo Joe.

Did he give you any money?

No, not yet, but they go-

Then he didn't buydiddly, not yet no how.

But he's just about to buy who he comehere to buy, when I interrupted him.

Thank you Steven.You're welcome Calvin.

Whe- where you gettin' all this?

Why would they go through allthat trouble for a nigger with a-

with a chewed up back, ain'tworth three hundred dollars?

They're doin' it cause thatnigger Django's in love with Hildi.

She probably his wife.

Now, why that German give a fuck who thatuppity son-of-a-bitch is in love with,

I'm sure I don't know.

If she's who they want...

why this whole... snake oilpitch about mandingos in?

You wouldn't pay no nevermind into three hundred dollar.

But that twelve thousand?

That made you realfriendly now, didn'it?

Yes it did.

His wife, uh?

If it had been a snake...

we would have beat'em.

Those lyin'... goddamn time...

wastin' sonsabitches.

Sonsabitches!

.. out of New Orleans, so I had quitea bit of practice with... theaters types.

Oh there you are!

I was beginning to think that youand that old crow ran off together.

That'd be a hell ofa note, wouldn't it?

Lara Lee...

I was just lookin'out the big window.

Billy Crash is outthere dealin' with some

shady slaver try n'sellin' a passel of ponys,

would you be a dear and go outthere give them gals an eyeball.

- Of course, brother.- Thank you, darling.

Okay. Business never sleeps.

A propos...

before your exit, we were discussing thepossibility of my purchasing Broomhilda.

Ah yes! Yes we would.

And we will again... in a moment.

Who is your little friend?

This is Ben...

He's a Ol'Joe that... livedaround here for a long time.

And I do mean a long damn time.

Well Ben here...

took care of my daddy...

and my daddy's daddy...

till the open kill doe who one day...

who been took care o'me.

Growin'up the son of a... of ahuge plantation owner in Mississippi

puts a white men in contact witha whole lot o'... black faces.

I spent my whole life here...right here... in Candyland...

surrounded... by black faces.

And seein' them ev'ryday, day in day out, I...

I only had one question.

Why don't they kill us?

Now right up there on that porch...

three times a week for fifty years,

Ol'Ben here... would shave myDaddy with a straight razor.

Now... if I was Ol'Ben, I wouldhave cut my Daddy's goddamn throat,

and it wouldn't have taken meno fifty years to do it neither.

But he never did.

Why not?

You see...

the science of analogy...

is crucial to understandin' the...separation about two species.

In the skull of the African here...

the area associatedwith submissiveness

is larger than any human or any othersup human species on planet earth.

If you examine...

this peace of skull here...

you'll notice three distinct dimples.

Here... here... and here.

Now...

If I was holding a skull of a- of a... of an Isaac Newton or Galileo,

these three dimples would be found in thearea o'the skull most associated with...

creativity.

Βut thіѕ' thеѕkull оf Οl'Βеn.

And in the skull ofOl'Ben, unburden by genes,

these three dimples exist in the areaof the skull most associated with...

servility.

Now Bright Boy...

I will admit you are pretty clever.

But if I took this hammer here...

and I bashed it in your skull...

you would have thesame three dimples...

in the same place...

as Ol'Ben.

Now lay your palmsflat on the table top!

If you lift those palms offthat turtle shell table top,

Mr. Butch is gonna let loose withboth barrels of that sawed off!

There have been a latta lies saidaround this diner table here tonight,

but that you can believe!

Mr. Moguy,

would you be so kind as to collect thepistol hangin' on those boys hips here?

Thank you ever so much.

Doctor.

Where were we?

Jackass.

Oh yes...

I do believe you were just getting readyto make me a proposition to buy Broomhilda.

I am right?

Right then.

Bring out Hildi!

Your way, honey.

Sit your ass in that goddamn chair!

Lay your hands flat on that table.

And shut your mouth!

Dr. Schultz... inGreenville, you yourself said,

that for the "Right Nigger"you'd be willing to pay

what some may consideris a ridiculous amount.

To which, me myself said, "What isyour definition of ridiculous? ",

to which you said,"Twelve thousand dollars".

Now considering you all have

ridden a whole lotta miles,

went to a whole lotta trouble,

and done spread a whole lotta bull, topurchase this lovely lady right here,

it would appear that Broomhildais in fact the "Right Nigger"!

And if y'all wanna leaveCandyland with Broomhilda...

the price is twelve thousand dollars.

And I take it you prefer the "takeit or leave it" style of negotiating?

Yes I do, doctor.

You see, under the laws of ChickasawCounty, Broomhilda here is my property.

And I can chose to do with myproperty whatever I so desire!

And if you all think my pricefor this nigger here is too steep,

what I'm gonna desire to do is...

take this fuckin' hammer here,and beat her ass to death with it!

Right in front of both y'all!

Ain't it good, fella?

Then we can examine the threedimples inside Broomhilda skull!

Now!

What's it gonna be, Doc? Huh?

What's it gonna be?

May I lift the hands off the tabletop in order to remove my billfold?

Yes you may.

That twelve.

Sold!

To the man with the exceptionalbeard, and his unexceptional nigger.

Mr. Moguy.- Yes Calvin?

You make this gentleman a receiptfor twelve thousand dollar, please.

- Twelve thousand dollar.- Hm.

It was a pleasure doin'business with ya all.

Now gentlemen...

If you care to joinme in the parlor...

we will be serving white cake.

Well done, Calvin.

Excuse me... Excuse me, madam?

Could you please stopplaying Beethoven?

Take your hands off that harp!

Doctor!

- Doc, you can't go in there!- Hey uh, Steven, hey!

- He got no business goin' in there.- Let it be.

He's a little upset, that'sall. I'll handle this.

White cake?

I don't go in for sweets, thank you.

You brooding 'bout megetting the best of ya, uh?

Actually, I was thinking of thatpoor devil you fed to the dogs today.

D'Artagnan.

And I was wondering whatDumas would make of all this.

Come again?

Alexandre Dumas. He wrote"The Three Musketeers".

Yes of course, doctor.

I figured you must be an admirer,

you named your slave afterhis novel's lead character.

Now if Alexandre Dumashad been there today,

I wonder what hewould have made of it?

You doubt he'd approve?

Yes, his approval would be adubious proposition at best.

Soft hearted Frenchy?

Alexandre Dumas is black.

Are these Broomhilda's papers?

- Yes they are.- May I?

- Of course!- Thank you.

I dealt her bill of sale of ownership iswritten of course a freedom papers, doctor.

Would you have ink and pen for me?

Right over there,on that little table.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Broomhilda Von Shaft...

consider yourself a free woman.

Mister Candy...

Normally, I wouldsay "auf wiedersehen".

But since what "auf wiedersehen"actually means is "till I see you again",

and since I never wish tosee you again, to you sir,

I say good bye.

Let's go.

Com'on.

One more moment, Doctor!

What?

It's a custom here in the South,

once a business deal isconcluded that the two parties...

shake hands.

It implies good faith.

- I'm not from the South.- But you are...

in my house doctor...

so I'm afraid I must insist.

Insist? On what? ThatI shake your hand?

Oh, then I'm afraid I mustinsist in the opposite direction.

You know what I think you are?

What you think I am? No I don't.

I think you are a bad loser.

And I think you're an abysmal winner.

Never the less...

here in ChickasawCounty, a deal ain't done

until the two partieshave shook hands.

Even after all that papersignin', don't mean shit...

you don't shake my hand.

If I don't shake your hand,

you're gonna throw awaytwelve thousand dollars?

I don't think so.

Mr. Butch,

if she tries to leave here before thisnigger lovin' German shakes my hand,

you cut her ass down.

You really want meto shake your hand?

I insist.

If you insist.

Aaah Calvin!

Caalvin!

I'm sorry. I couldn't resist.

The nigger's going crazy, the hell-

Help, he's blowing everybody- Aaah!

Shit! Son of a bitch!

Get that fuckin'...

Get that fuckin'-

Damn sonofabitch, what- whatdid the fuckin'- goddammit!

What the-

Don't strike me!

You stupid sonofabitch!

Sorry Jessie!

Who the fuck gave anigger a goddamn gun!

Nigger, com'on and kill-

Aah! God! Ah my God, aah!

Motherfucker!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Stop shooting, goddammit!

Django!

What?

We got your woman!

Billy Crash here ha' gothis pistol upside her hair!

You'll stop all that gettin'on,

he don't blow her goddamn brains out.

And that ain't no third holes, boy!

That there is a promise.

Oh oh!

You ain't give up?

Thought you going, uh?

We will kill you!

How shit?!

Honest, ain't lyin',Django, I swear o' all God.

You give up?

Ain't no harm gonna come t'you.

And I'm supposed tobelieve your black ass?

Personal, I ain't give a good goddamnwhat you believe or don't believe!

I believe, if you don't giveup in the next ten seconds,

we gonna blow this bitchher brains out! Believe that!

Believe that!

You give me up.

Six!

Just let me go!

Seven!

- I take care too much.- Django.

Eight!

I love you.

Nine!

- Hold it!- No!

I give up.

I can't hear you, nigger.

I said I give up!

Hock a litl'e doodle, nigger.

So y'all bounty hunters, huh?

I knew there was somethingfishy 'bout y'all.

We found your "wanted" posters... andbook of figures in your saddle bags.

I gotta say...

I ain't never heard of noblack bounty hunter before.

A black boy paid to kill white men,how d'you like that line of work?

Prob'bly pretty goodwhile it lasted, uh?

Time to say goodnightto them nuts, black.

On three...

One...

I got you.

Two...

Calm down nigger, keep calm.

Cap't?

Miss Lara wants to see you.

That is somethin' to dowith the Old Man's funeral.

Oh, and she changed hermind 'bout snippin' Django.

She gonna give 'em tothe LeQuint Dickey people.

Well she didn't wastea minute tellin' me.

How disappointing.

You n' me.

These ain't...

what you take with you.

Your black ass been all themotherfuckers' in that Big House

could talk about forthe last few hours.

Seemed like white folk ain't neverhad a bright idea in their life,

was comin' up with all kindso'ways to kill your ass.

Now mind ya, most of 'dem ideas hadto do with fuckin' with your fun parts.

Now, that may seem like agood idea, but truth is...

when you snip a nigger's nuts,most of 'em bleed out, know 'bout...

seven minutes, most of 'em...

More than most.

Then I say is...

Hells bells...

the niggers we sell to LeQuintDickey, got it worse then that.

And they're still sayin'"Let's whip 'em to death",

"Dump 'em to the mandingos","Feed 'em to Stonesipher's dogs".

And I say, "What's so special 'boutthat? We do that shit all the time!

Hells bells, the niggers we sell toLeQuint Dickey got it worse then that".

Low and behold, out of nowhere, missLara come up with the bright idea

of givin' your ass to theLeQuint Dickey Mining Company.

And as a slave of theLeQuint Dickey Mining Company,

hence forth, till the day you die,

all day, ev'ryday,

you will be swingin' a sledgehammer,

turning big rocks into little rocks.

Now when you get there, theygonna take away your name,

give you a number,and a sledgehammer,

and say "get to work".

One word of says, theycuts out your tongue,

they's good at that too,you won't believe that.

Ooh, they does that for you.

They gonna work you, all day,ev'ry day, till your back give up.

Then they gonna hit you inthe head with the hammer,

tow your ass down the nigger hole.

And that... will be thestory end for you, Django.

Hey, white boy...

I said hey, white boy!

Shut up, black, you ain't gotnothing to say I wanna hear.

How'd you like to makeeleven thousand dollars?

D'you ain't hear?

I said, how d'you like tomake eleven thousand dollars?

Eleven thousand fivehundred, actually.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Back there at thatplantation Candyland,

there was an eleven thousandfive hundred dollar fortune,

just sittin' there, andy'all rode right past it.

You be damned, blackie,we're not bandits.

I ain't sayin' that, nicething 'bout this fortune it is.

It ain't illegal, you can't steal it,

ya gotta earn it, white boy.

You got something tosay, mate, you say it.

The eleven thousand five hundred dollarfortune waiting for you back at Candyland,

is in the form of awanted dead or alive bounty

on Smitty Bacall,and the Bacall Gang.

Who the fuck is Smitty Bacall?

Smitty Bacall is the leader of thismurdering gang of stagecoach robbers,

the Bacall Gang.

There's a seven thousand dollarwanted dead or alive bounty on him,

one thousand five hundred dollarsfor each of his three accomplices.

Dandy Michaels,

Gerald Nash,

Crazy Craig Koons.

Now all four o'them gentlemen,they're back there at Candyland,

laughin' their ass off. You know why?

Cause they just got away with murder.

But it ain't got to be that way.

You and your mate, youngrabbit and Yango get that money.

What these jokers do again?

These sonofabitch, they- they killed innocent people.

Stagecoach robbery.Innocent white people!

I got the handbill right here inmy pocket if you let me get it.

Get it here.

Wanted dead or alive... SmittyBacall and the Smitty Bacall gang.

But you're a slave!

I ain't no goddamn slave!

Do I sound like a fuckin' slave?

<i- dollars for SmittyBacall... - This is a shit load!</i

I'm a bounty hunter.

Yesterday, as a free man,I rode in the Candyland,

on a horse, with my Germanwhite partner, Dr. King Schultz.

We tracked the Bacall gang all theway from Texas, to Chikasaw County.

We finally found their asslaying low at Candyland.

We went in there to get'em, things went sour,

my partner got killed,Calvin Candie got shot.

Then ev'rybody there decidedto blame me, so here I am.

But Django ain't on that manifest,

and all o'you know I ain'tsupposed to be on this trip.

But them four men are stillback there, they're still wanted,

and that eleven thousandfive hundred is up for grabs,

and the last thing they'd expectis y'all ridin' back and gittin' it.

What's the deal?

You tell us who they areand we... turn you lose?

I ain't tellin' who they are.

Look, you give me apistol, one o'them horses,

and five hundred dollars of thateleven thousand five hundred,

and I'll point 'em out to you.

This a real handbill.

Ah jus'cause it's a real handbill'sdoesn't mean that other bunch o'malarky is.

Now why would a slave have a wanteddead or alive handbill in his pocket?

Ain't that black ridin'into Candyland yesterday?

Alright...

I'm gonna ask you again...

I want you to rememberI don't like liars.

Is he a Candyland slave, or did he ridein with a white man on horse yesterday?

Yeah.

They walked us from theGreenville Auction and

he rode in on a horsewith a white man.

And this white man...

was the black his slave?

He weren't no slave.

You- you fuckin' sure about that?

Damn sure.

What happened over at Candyland?

Bunch of shootin'...

master got shot.

- Who shot 'em?- The German.

Why did he do that?

The nigger and the German was actin'like they were slavers, but they weren't.

Well, what were they?

Bounty hunters.

Fuck me Roy, I mean this- this could be big, mate!

Well, smoke...

you gotta deal.

I got one more condition.

What is that?

When we get there...when the time come...

you let me help you kill 'em.

You're a funny bugger!

- Get him loose.- Yeah, yeah.

You got yourself a deal, blackie.

You got yourself a deal, mate.

- You alright for a black fella!- Oh yeah!

Jeez...

There ya go... There ya go, mate.

For you, we'll give youthat pack horse over here.

What's them saddle bags got in?

Dynamite.

I ain't ridin' no horse withno goddamn dynamite on his back.

I can understand that.

Frankie, we take 'em sticks off thathorse, and stick 'em in the nigger cage.

A little dynamite for youblack ass to play with!

Hey Floyd, you got thatrifle on the wagon, don't you?

Yeah, alright.

Don't you give 'emyour gun and gun belt.

Now, don't drop thefucking thing, alright?

I just had the sightsfixed, and that perfect.

Uh, that's good to know.

Throw me up that dynamite.

- Jake!- Yeah?

You gotta try to see what'sgoin'on with that goddamn dog!

Go to hell, you motherfucker!

Love you too, son.

It's me, baby.

#In the sweet...

#byin' bye...

#we will leave...

#on that beautiful song.

#Byin' bye... bye bye...

#we will leave... wewill leave byin' bye.

Cora,

would you prepare us some coffee?

Sheba, you help her.

Come on.

#In the sweet...

- #byin' bye, ooh...

Ya'all gonna be togetherwith Calvin and the byin bye.

Just a bit sooner thanya'all was expectin'.

Billy Crash!

Now why would...?

Oh, that's right.

Last time I seen you, youhad your hands on my...

Django!

You back, sonofabitch!

To dear son, hey Billy.

Oh no!

Now, all o'you black folks, I suggestyou get away from all these white folks.

Not you Steven.

You're right where you belong.

Uh, Cora, before you go...

would you tell miss Lara goodbye?

Do- do what now?

I said tell... miss Lara... goodbye.

Bye miss Lara.

Ya'all two run along now.

Steve!

How you like my... new dirt?

You know for an hour, I didn'tknow the burgundy was my color.

I count six shots, nigger.

I count two guns, nigger.

You said in years on this plantation,you seen all o'manner shit done, ain'it?

But I noticed...

you didn't knit your knee cap.

Seventy six years, Steven...

how many niggers you think yousee come n' go, uh, ...?

...?

...?

?

Ev'ry single word that came out of CalvinCandy's mouth was nothin' but cold shit.

But he was right 'bout one thing.

I am that one nigger in ten thousand.

You sonofabitch!

You motherfucker!

Oh please Jesus, letme kill this nigger!

You ain't go get awaywith this, Django.

They go n' catch your black ass...

You gonna be holdin' outo'a pole just now, nigger,

the bounty huntersgonna be looking for you.

You can run, nigger,

but they gonna find your ass!

And when they do, oh I lovewhat they gonna do to your ass.

They gonna just kill you, nigger!

You the fucked up!

This Candyland, nigger!

You can't destroy Candyland!

We been here long way,you can't beat Candyland.

Can't no nigger gunfighter get allthe way from don't know where to...

Django!

You up on a sonofab-

Hey Little Trouble Maker.

Hey Big Trouble Maker.

You know what theyare going to call you?

The Fastest Gun in the South.

Let git outta here.

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