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Django Unchained 2012
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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.
DJANGO
amongst many other should.ers 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 obscur_e 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.
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.
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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.
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.
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 Slave.rs 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.
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 hi- 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 t.he 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?
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;
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?
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 -
,,--.. 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 SPECK
Move it!
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 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 •••
... 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., ..
The Slaves watch all this. They've never seen a white man kill another
white man before.
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.
DICKY SPECK
You goddamn son of a bitch, you killed 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.
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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?
As Django and Broomhilda are forced to copulate, they run their wet
white hands down her chocolate leg ... they fondle his ass ... they squeeze
her tit ... they bring a belt across Django's backside to make him fuck
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.
The good doctor removes a pamphlet from his grey suit coat pocket.
Dr. SCHUL'.I'Z
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 nigger - is sixty
to eighty dollars. Now handsome no doubt as
Django is, technically, he is a field.nigger.
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 mon·ey ·in the saddle ba·gs
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
Mr.Speck, I am afraid I will require a
bill of sale. Do you have one?
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?
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.
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;
JO
Dr.SCHULTZ
Oh, and on the off chance that there's
any astronomy aficionados amongst you,
the North Star is THAT ONE. Tata.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Just give him a little kick.
Dr.SCHULTZ
See, it's not so difficult.
The DAWNBREAKS 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 button 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.
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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.
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.
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 nigger on a horse before.
Dr.SCHULTZ
What's this bizarre obsession they have
with you not riding horses?
DJANGO
r' You askin' me?
Dr.SCHULTZ
So what other archaic rituals are you people
verboten to take part in?
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?
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DJANGO
All of it. I can't be walkin' in no saloon.
I can't be sittin' my ass 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 ass 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
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me, and as the man said; There 1 s no time
like the.present."
He takes Django by the arm and leads him into the entryway of the
establishm.ent.
The nervous black slave and the confident German· dentist walk into the
saloon.
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 -
SALOON KEEPER
Whoa! What the hell you think you doin' boy,
get that nigger outta here.
1 ,, TIME CUT
It's about five minutes later, and the Saloon Keeper comes running out
of the bar to get the Sheriff.
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 assume is a simple county ordinance,
and that would fall under the domain of the
Sheriff.
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?
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.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Do you know what a Bounty Hunter is?
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.
IS
Dr.SCHULTZ (CONT'D)
The state places a bounty on a man's head.
I track that man, I find that man, I kill
that man. After I've killed 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 killed him
- At which point, the authorities pay me
the bounty.
(lifting his beer)
Cheers.
DJANGO
What's a bounty?
Dr.SCHULTZ
It's like a reward.
DJANGO
You kill 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?
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./' 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 agr·eement. 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 kill
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
And as if on cue ••.. here comes the sheriff.
We see the sheriff, BILL SHARP, walk towards the saloon cradling a
w.inchester. Some TOWNSPEOPLE ( like the Saloon Keeper) stand around to
watch. A YOUNG BOY leads a herd of BABY GOATS through town.
SHERIFF SHARP
Okay boys, fun's over, come on out.
Both the doctor and Django stand up and walk to the front porch.
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 ass -
From his top step on the porch, Dr. King Schultz extends his hand
toward the sheriff, as if to shake it ...•. ;.
. . • _..THEN •...
The shocked Bill Sharp lets out a ugly groan, and doubles over in the
dirt.
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, killing him dead.
In the background, ONE WOMANfaints. The Boy and his Goats scatter.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Now you can go get the marshall.
TIME CUT
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.
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Cowboys with rifles climb up stairs to take position on the roof of the
building across the street from the saloon.
WHEN•...
Dr.Schultz sits behind the piano playing a catchy little saloon number.
He seems skilled 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 killed, 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 button 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.
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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!
MARSHALL'S VOICE
We got eleven Winchesters on every way
outta that buildin'! You got once chance
git outta this alive! You and your nigger
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.
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.
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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~-
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
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 Djarigo is still dressed in his slave pants,
Schultz's button 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 fhat?
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?
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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 us to The Greenville Slave Auction.
She got sold tv.o days 'fore me.
But I don't know who to.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Care for some jerky?
DJANGO
Sure.
Dr.Schultz rips him off a piece. Django chews cin 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?
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 she came from the Carrucan Plantation,
and she was sold at The Greenville Slave
Auction to some ·unknowcy customer three
months ago?
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 kill 'em.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Great! Now you get hung for killin' 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.
Muddy and wet big city Chattanooga. We're in the back of a STORE that
.sells SERVANT/HOUSE NIGGER 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.
I'· 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
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 toid you. During the act,
you can never break character.
CUT TO
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.
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
It's against the law for niggers to ride
horses in this territory.
Dr.SCHULTZ
This is my valet, and my valet doesn't walk.
SPENCER BENNETT
I said niggers -
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 niggers
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.
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
nigger gals.
SPENCER BENNETT
You and your Jimmie rode from Texas to
Tennessee, to buy one of my nigger 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 nigger, 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.
r----. This gets everybody's attention, not least of all Spencer Bennett.
Spencer laughs.
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SPENCER BENNETT
C'mon inside, get yourself something' cool
to drink.
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 ·oaddy?
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
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 niggers around
here, cause he ain't like any of these
other niggers 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 glass? His mama works
at the lumber yard? He comes by and fixes
the winda's when we have a problem?
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.
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 massa'?
DJANGO
Didn't you hear him tell ya, I ain't no slave.
BETINA
So you really free?
DJANGO
Yes.
BETINA
You mean you wanna dress like that?
Django fumes.
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 bitches out in the
field. But the lion share of my lady
niggers 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
nigger here worth five thousand dollars?
SPENCER
Dr.Schultz, five thousand dollar nigger,
is practically my middle name.
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.
Django takes hold of a little bag slung over his shoulder opens it, and
takes out a shiny brass 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, ~he filthy hillbilly, who calls himself SHAFFER, but
who Django knows to be ELLIS BRITTLE, looks on, oblivious to Django's
observation.
DJANGO
Yep.
He folds the spyglass 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?
DJANGO
Point me in that direction.
BETINA
You go to that shed, and keep goin' that way.
DJANGO
Go git that white man, I came here with.
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'.
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.
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DJANGO
Please Big John, she won't do it no more!
She's real sorry!
DJANGO
(screaming)
Goddamit, Big John!
LITTLE RAJ
Whoa nigger, calm down, keep it funny.
Django gets on his knees, and on behalf of Broomhilda, 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;
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'.
BACK TO DJANGO
As Django in his powder blue satin suit hurries across the grass 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.
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
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 seeis 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.
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
I like the way you die, boy.
~-- Big John hears it ••• then tips over dead.
FOUR OTHER SLAVES who just happen to be walking in the background, see
it.
LITTLE RAJ is stunned .••.• then comes to his senses, fumbling for the
gun he wears on his hip, but since he's no gunman, in his haste, he
gets it out of his holster, but drops it on the ground.
DJANGO picks Big John's WHIP off the ground, and begins WHIPPING
LITTLE RAJ across the face and chest.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Who are they?
DJANGO
That's John Brittle, and that's his
little brother Raj.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Where's Ellis?
DJANGO
He's the one hightail.in' it across that
field right now.
Ellis Brittle riding his horse full out through the cotton field trying
to make an escape.
SCHULTZ'S WINCHESTER
goes to his eye, he follows the rider with his rifle barrel.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Are you sure that's him?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Are you positive?
DJANGO
I dunno.
Dr.SCHULTZ
You don't know if you're positive?
DJANGO
I don't know what, positive, means.
Dr.SCHULTZ
It means you're sure.
DJANGO
Yes.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Yes, what?
DJANGO
Yes I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle.
BAM!
The German picks the middle Brittle brother off his horse.
The dead man WIPES OUT horribly in the thick cotton brush.
Spencer Bennett (with his Winchester), his SONS and his OVERSEERS,
and some HOUSE NIGGERS come around like a angry mob.
The German tosses his rifle in the dirt, and raises his hands.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Everybody calm down, we mean no one else any harm!
SPENCER
Just who the hell are you two jokers?
Dr·. SCHULTZ
I am Dr.King Schultz, a legal representative
of the criminal justice system of the
United States of America. The man to my
left is Django Freeman, he's my deputy.
In my pocket is a warrant signed by circuit
court judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin
Texas, for the arrest and capture, dead or
alive, of John Brittle, Ellis Brittle, and
Roger Brittle -
DJANGO
- They were goin by the name, Shaffer.
Dr.SCHULTZ
You know them by the name, Shaffer.
But the butchers real names ·were Brittle.
These are wanted men. The law wants them
for murder. I reiterate, this warrant
states dead or alive. When Django and myself
executed these men on sight, we were operating
within our legal. boundaries. Now I realize
passions are high. But I must warn you,
the penalty for taking deadly force
against a officer of the court in the
performance of his duty is, you will be
hung by the neck until you are dead.
This does put a momentary pause in the lynch mob's blood lust.
Dr.SCHULTZ
May I please remove the warrant from my
pocket so you may examine it?
Resting his Winchester over his shoulder, Bennett reaches for the
paper.
SPENCER
Girnrnie.
Dr.Schultz removes the warrant from his jacket pocket, and hands it to
the plantation owner. Bennett reads it silently to himself, resign~d to
what it says.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Satisfied.
Dr.SCHULTZ
May I have that back?
~, Bennett hands Schultz back the piece of paper.
Dr.SCHULTZ
We good?
BENNETT
Get off my land.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Post haste.
(to Django)
Load up the bodies as quickly as
you can, and let's get out of
here.
TIME CUT
All three dead Brittle Brothers lie over the back of the extra horse
the bounty hunters brought with them.
With all the eyes of the plantation on them, the white and black man
start to ride out, when Spencer "Big Daddy" Bennett, steps in their way
for one final threat.
BENNETT
Ain't nobody gonna touch you and your Jimmie
while you on my property. But for lettin' a
nigger kill a white man, and especially for
letting a nigger kill a white man in a
audience of niggers, y'all ain't gonna make
it out of the county alive. Mark my words
Schultz, by tomorrow morning your niggers
gonna be stripped and clipped and hangin'
from my motherfuckin' gate.
Dr.SCHULTZ
I'm fully aware Bennett, that you and your
regulator playmates aren't shy about
killing for what you believe in. But mark
my words Big Daddy, if you make a move
towards Django or myself, you better be
prepared to die for it.
INSERT: Dr.Schultz's SADDLE BAG, the doctor's hands remove THREE STICKS
~. OF DYNAMITE from it.
r-~ INSERT: The doctor's HANDS bind the Three Sticks of Dynamite together.
INSERT: The Yellow Dynamite Sticks, are buried in dirt about half way,
with the yellow part protruding from out of the ground.
CUT TO.
CU SPENCER BENNETT
lying on his belly in the grass.
SPENCER BENNETT
That's them sonsabitches.
SPENCER'S POV:
We see the camp by the lake that Dr.Schultz and Django have set up.
Both wrapped up in bedrolls. The dead bodies of the Brittle Brothers
lie by them in a pile. A campfire slowly dims.
We Cut Back to Spencer Bennett lying on his belly with SIX OTHER RIFLE
CARING MEN observing the camp, from over a grade.
The Men sneak back down the hill the way they came ..•.
Spencer mounts his horse. "Big Daddy" issues orders astride his
steed ••
SPENCER BENNETT
Now unless they start shootin' first,
nobody shoot 'em. That's way too simple
for these jokers. We're gonna whip that
nigger lover to death. And I'm gonna
personally, strip and clip that garboon
myself.
Having said his blood thirsty words, he puts the flour sack over his
head. He tussles with the sack for a bit, then from inside the sack;
SPENCER BENNETT
Damn, I can't see fuckin' shit outta
this thing.
He sticks his fingers in the eye holes, and rips, trying to make the
holes bigger, he only succeeds in making· visibility more obscured.
BRADSHAW
We ready, or what?
r-,
SPENCER BENNETT
Hold on I'm fuckin' with my eye holes.
(rips)
Shit ... I just made it worse.
RANDY
I can't see shit either.
REDFISH
Who made this goddamn shit?
O.B.
Willards wife.
WILLARD
Well make you own goddamn masks!
SPENCER
(to Willard)
Look nobody's saying they don't appreciate
what Jenny did.
REDFISH
Well if all I hadda do was cut a bag, I
could cut it better then this.
O.B.
How 'bout you Robert, can you see?
ROBERT
Not too good. I mean if I don't move my head,
I can see you pretty good •••. more or less.
But when I start ridin' the bag starts moving
all over, and I'm riding blind.
RANDY
Oh shit, I just made mine worse.
RANDY
Yep, it's worse.
RANDY
Did anybody bring any extra bags?
TERRY
No, no one brought a extra bag!
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RANDY
I'm just asking.
DOUG
Do we hafta wear 'em when we ride?
SPENCER
Shitfire, if you don't wear 'em as you ride
up, that just defeats the purpose.
Redfish, fatter then some (but not all), takes off his bag.
REDFISH
I can't see in this fucking thing!
I can't breathe in this fucking thing!
And I can't ride in this fucking thing!
WILLARD
Fuck all y'all! I'm going home. I watched
my wife work all day gettin' thirty bags
ready for you ungrateful sonsabitches!
And all I hear is criticize, criticize, criticize.
From now on don't ask me or mine for nothin'!
SPENCER
O.B., I tole yo to keep quiet! They're asleep,
not dead.
O.B.
But Willards riding off.
SPENCER
Fuck Willard! Look, let's not forget why we're
here. We gotta killer nigger over that hill.
And we gotta make a lesson outta 'em.
RANDY
Okay, I'm confused, are the bags on or off?
ROBERT
I think we all think the bags was a nice
idea. But, not pointing any fingers, they
could of been done better. So how 'bout,
no bags this time, but next time, we do the
bags right, and then we go full regalia.
SPENCER
Wait a minute, I didn't say no bags!
TERRY
But nobody can see.
SPENCER
So?
TERRY
So, it would be nice to see.
SPENCER
Goddamit, this is a raid! I can't see, you
can't see, so what? All that matters is can
the fuckin horse see! That's a raid.
The THIRTY RIDERS, all with SACKS OVER THEIR HEADS, come riding over
the hill, hooting and hollerin. Since nobody can see they ride
haphazard into each other. ·Redfish falls off his horse hard on his fat
ass. They· surround the camp, and when the sleeping Schultz and Dj·a·ngo
don't react, they ·know something's up. But since nobody can see,
everybody and everybody's horse is confused.
WE SNAP ZOOM TO
A BIG TREE
on the other side of the lake
Dr.SCHULTZ
Auf wiedersehen.
o/ I
He fires.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Let 'em have it!
DJANGO
I can't see nothin'.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Just fire into the smoke.
SPENCER BENNETT
on his horse with the other fleeing regulators RIDES for his life ..•..
DJANGO
scope sight rifle up to his eye.
Dr.SCHULTZ
He's getting away.
DJANGO
I got 'em.
SPENCER'S HORSE
his hooves race and rip up the grass.
SPENCER
riding for his life ••.•
DJANGO
scope sight rifle up to his eye.
Dr.SCHULTZ
He's getting out of range.
DJANGO
I got 'em.
SPENCER BENNETT
we're behind him as he rides away, OFF SCREEN we hear the whistling of
what sounds like an incoming missle.
SPENCER BENNETT
we're in front of Spencer Bennett as he rides, when Django's bullet,
RIPS THROUGH his CHEST.
DJANGO
DJANGO
I got 'em.
SPENCER BENNETT
falls from his horse, dead.
DJANGO
scope sight rifle in his hand, big smile on his face, looks to
Dr.Schultz.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Like that, huh?
DJANGO
I like.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Well, I think while they take this opportunity
to lick their wounds, we should take this
opportunity to get the fuck out of Tennessee.
MONTAGE
Dr.Schultz in a big city, buying Django a new saddle. Django gets his
first initial "D" etched into it. The men go to di.fferent stores to
purchase Django's wardrobe. The outfit bought, is selected by Django,
with suggestions offered by Schultz. When he's done, Django looks damn
handsome in his new duds. Brown cowboy boots, Green Corduroy Jacket,
Smokey Grey Shirt, Tan Skin Tight Pants, and Light Brown Cowboy Hat.
He looks a bit like Elvis in "Flaming Star" and a Little Joe Cartwright
on "Bonanza". However, tellingly, he keeps Ace Speck's Winter Coat as
~· his winter coat.
EXT - COUNTRY MEADOW- PRETTY DAY
Django, sitting on his new saddle, in his new duds, rides alongside
the good doctor Schultz. The German carries a PICNIC BASKET.
Dr.SCHULTZ
But I'm serious son, Greenville is just too
dangerous for you to go fucking around there.
You're a freed slave, you should be in New York.
You shouldn't be in Greenville, you shouldn't
even be forty miles on any side of Greenville.
You shouldn't be anywhere in Mississippi.
DJANGO
She's my wife, it's my job to look after her.
If Greenville's where I gotta go to find out
where she went, then I gotta go. Now you
were sayin' where I gotta go first?
Dr.SCHULTZ
There should be some sort of records office.
You know when she was sold, you know where
she came from, The Carrucan Plantation, and
you know her name ••.• what is her name?
DJANGO
Broomhilda.
Schultz reacts.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Broomhilda?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Were her owners German?
DJANGO
Yeah, how did you know? She wasn't born on
The Carrucan Plantation. She was raised by
a German mistress, The Von Shafts. She can
speak a little German too.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Your wife?
DJANGO
Yeah, when she was little her mistress taught
her so she'd have somebody to talk German with.
Dr.SCHULTZ
So let me get this straight, your sla'(e
wife speaks German, and her name is
Broomhilda Von Shaft ... ?
DJANGO
Yep. Mouthful, huh?
Dr.SCHULTZ
To say the least.
(stopping the horse)
This looks like a very pretty place to have
our picnic. What'd ya say, here?
TIME CUT
The two men sit on a blanket with a nice picnic spread spread out.
Django eats a cucumber sandwich with the crust cut off, and drinks a
cup of tea.
DJANGO
How did you know Broomhilda's first masters
were German?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Broomhilda is a German name. If they named
her, it stands to reason they'd be German.
DJANGO
Lotsa gals where you from named Broomhilda?
Dr.SCHULTZ
No, not so much. Broomhilda is the name of
a character in one of the most popular of
all the German legends.
DJANGO
Really? There's a story 'bout Broomhilda?.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Yes there is.
DJANGO
Do you know it?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Every German knows that story. Would you
like me to tell you?
Django nods his head, yes.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Well Broornhilda was a princess. She was the
daughter of Wotan, the god of all gods.
Anyway, her father is really mad at her.
DJANGO
What she do?
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Dr.SCHULTZ
I don't exactly remember. I think she disobeys
him in some way. So at first he's just going to
obliterate her -
DJANGO
Obliterate .••• what does that mean?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Like blow up.
He pantomimes a explosion.
DJANGO
Phew, that's pretty mad.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Yes it is, and like most fathers, given a
little time, he calms down a bit. He's
still mad at her. He still wants to punish her.
Just not •...•• blow her up. So instead what he
does, is he puts her high on top of a mountain.
DJANGO
Broomhilda's on a mountain?
Dr.SCHULTZ
It's a German legend, there's always going
to be a mountain in there somewhere. So, he
puts her on top of the mountain and he puts a
fire breathing dragon there to guard the mountain.
And. then he surrounds her in circle of hellfire.
And there Broqmhilda shall remain, unless a hero
arises brave enough to save her.
DJANGO
Does a fella arise?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Yes Django, as a matter he does. A fella
named, Sigfried.
DJANGO
Does Sigfried save her?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Yes he does, and quite spectacularly, so.
Now true, he is assisted in his triumph by
a truly, truly, remarkable sword, still, having
said that, Sigfried triumphs over all of his
obstacles not just due to his sword, but due to
his courage. He scales t.he mountain, because he's
not afraid of it. He defeats the dragon, because
he's not afraid of him.
'f 6
. Dr.SCHULTZ (CON'T)
He walks through hellfire because
Broomhilda's worth it.
After that last line of dialogue .... the two men just let a moment pass
as they nibble on their sandwiches.
DJANGO
I know how he feels.
Dr.SCHULTZ
I think I'm just starting to realize that.
He pours Django and himself some more tea out of a fancy tea pot, as he
thinks about what he's going to say next.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Look Django, I don't doubt one day you will
save your lady love. But I'm afraid I can't
let you go to Greenville in a good conscious.
Let me ask you a question, how do you like
the bounty hunting business?
DJANGO
Kill white folks, and they pay ya?
What's not to like?
Dr.SCHULTZ
I hafta admit, we make a good team.
DJANGO
But I thought you were mad at me for killin'
Big John and Rodger?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Yes, on that occasion, you were a tad
overzealous. But normally, that's a good
thing. How'd you like to partner up for
the winter?
DJANGO
What'd ya mean partner up?
Dr.SCHULTZ
You be my deputy, for real this time. A lot
of the big money is in outlaw gangs. Some
of these fellas are worth fifteen hundred or
three thousand a piece. With one man, anything
over three men is a risk. But with a partner?
Creating cross fire? It's fish in a barrel.
A lot of these gangs hold up in the hills
for the winter.
DJANGO
You makin' another agreement?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Yes. You work with me through the winter,
till the snow melts. I give you a third
of my bounties. And while we're together,
I'll teach you a few things you're going
to need to know.
DJANGO
Can you teach me how to make Tony do that
head bow thing that Fritz can do?
Dr.SCHULTZ
That among other things. We make some
money this winter, when the snow melts,
I'll take you to Greenville myself, and
we'll find where they sent your wife.
I'm pretty good at finding people. Is it a deal?
No white man has ever done anything for Django, just to him. So
understandably, he's a little suspicious.
DJANGO
Why you care what happens to me? Why you
care if I find my wife?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Well frankly, I've never given anybody
their freedom before. And now that I have,
I feel vaguely responsible for you. You're
just not ready to go off on your own, it's
that simple. You're too green, you'll get hurt.
Plus when a German meets a real life Sigfried,
it's kind of a big deal. As a German, I'm
obliged to help you on your quest to
rescue your beloved Broomhilda.
What follows is a MONTAGE covering the five months that Django and
Schultz partner up as bounty hunters. Schultz wears his normal
ensemble. Django wears his cool looking Green Jacket, unless it's
really cold, which a lot of this Montage is. Then he still wears Ace
Specks raw hide winter coat over his cool clothes.
WE SEE
A SCENE to be improvised (more or less), where Dr.Schultz teaches
Django how to draw and shoot the pistol in the holster at his hip.
By the end of the scene, after trial and error, we see Django's going
to be good at this.
We see Django and Dr.Schultz walking up a hill. Tony and Fritz have
been left tied up downhill. Django leads a extra body HORSE (named
r'' PONCHO) behind him. Dr.Schultz carries his scope sight rifle in a long
case. They get to the top of the hill. It overlooks a small farmhouse.
DOWNBELOW WE SEE
~ A LITTLE MAN struggling behind a plow, and his FIFTEEN YEAR OLD SON
helping him by leading the horse forward.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Keep down or he'll see you.
DJANGO.
Who that farmer? Who cares?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Well since we came here to kill 'em, he
just might.
DJANGO
What? The little man pushin' that plow?
Dr.SCHULTZ
That little man pushing that plow, is Smitty Bacall.
DJANGO
Smitty Bacall is a farmer?
Dr.SCHULTZ
No. Smitty Bacall is a stagecoach robber
who's hiding out as a farmer, because
there's a seven thousand dollar bounty on
his head.
Dr.SCHULTZ
And he's all yours my boy.
DJANGO lays on his belly, with the Scope Sight up to his eye.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Oh what happened to mister I wanna kill white
folks for money?
DJANGO
His son's with him.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Good. He'll have a loved one with him.
Maybe even share a last word. That's
better then most get, and a damn sight
better then he deserves.
~ Django still hesitates.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Put down the rifle. Don't worry, I'm not
mad at you. Take out Smitty Bacall's handbill.
Django removes the folded up handbill from the pocket of his tan pants.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Read it aloud. Consider it today's lesson.
DJANGO
(Reading)
"Wanted, dead or alive. Smitty Bacall and
The Smitty Bacall Gang. For murder and
stagecoach robbery. Seven thousand dollars
for Smitty Bacall. One thousand and five
hundred dollars for each of his gang members.
Known members of The Smitty Bacall Gang are as
follows, DANDY MICHAELS, GERALD NASH, and
CRAZY CRAIG KOONS."
Dr.SCHULTZ
Well done. Bravo. THAT is who Smitty Bacall
is. If Smitty Bacall wanted to start a farm at
twenty-two, they would never of printed that.
(referring to
the handbill)
But Smitty Bacall wanted to rob stagecoaches,
and he didn't mind killing people to do it.
You want to save your wife by doing what
I do? This is what I do. I kill people,
and sell their corpses for cash. His corpse
is worth seven thousand dollars.
Now quit your pussyfootin and shoot him.
Django SHOOTS.
The Little Man down below behind the plow falls down.
The Young Boy doesn't know what happened at first. Then he figures out
his father was just shot. He goes to him in the dirt.
Dr.SCHULTZ
You need to keep that Smitty Bacall handbill.
DJANGO
Why?
Dr.SCHULTZ
It's good luck. You always keep the
handbill of your first bounty.
~- They begin walking down the hill, to collect Smitty Bacall's body,
leading the extra body horse behind them.
~- As they walk down hill, they watch the little scene of Smitty Bacall's
Son cradling his dying father .in his arms, the older man speaking his
last words to his son before he dies.
Dr.SCHULTZ
See, they're having a tender little father son
moment now. No doubt the most heartfelt one
they've ever had.
He DRAWS.....
He DRAWS.••••
He DRAWS..••.
He DRAWS•.••.
Dr.SCHULTZ
I think it's safe to say you're faster then
the snowman.
A outlaw gang known as The WILSON - LOWE GANG (five guys) ride through
a snowy forest at night. When all five men and their Horses, are SHOT
FROM ABOVE.
~- The FLAKES continue to FALL HARD as Dr.Schultz and Django ride down
the main street of town, pulling poor Poncho who's FULLY LOADED DOWN
with five corpses.
~,
,,-, The local SHERIFF, DON GUS, watches the two men ride up, he knows them.
SHERIFF GUS
Doctor and Django, how the hell are ya,
and who the hell ya got there?
Dr.SCHULTZ
The Wilson - Lowe Gang.
SHERIFF GUS
Who the· hell's The Wilson - Lowe Gang?
Dr.Schultz removes a handbill from his inside jacket pocket, and hands
it down to the friendly peace officer.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Bad Chuck Wilson, and meaner Bobby Lowe.
And three of their acolytes.
SHERIFF GUS
Just leave 'em out here, they ain't goin'
nowhere. And if'in they do, god must love
'em, so who are we to say. Come outta the
snowy snow and git yourself some coffee.
The snow encrusted bounty hunters come inside the lawmans office.
They exchange pleasantries about the weather as the Sheriff pours them
coffee. After the two frosty gentlemen have drunk some of the hot
liquid, they get down to business. As Schultz and Gus discuss the
bounties, Django reads the handbills aloud from off the wall. On the
third one he reads, WARRENVANDERS, and a two thousand dollar bounty,
"That one", Schultz says.
The snow has melted, and it's SPRING. And inside of this meadow Django
practices his fast draw against five men •...
DJANGO DRAWS FAST shoots three coins, FIRES again hitting another, then
falls to the ground to get the fifth.
Dr.SCHULTZ
You're pretty confident aren't you?
Dr.SCHULTZ
You have reason to be.
He holds out his fist, opens his hand, the coins lay in his palm.
All the coins have bullet holes dead in their center. He drops them on
top of Django.
DJANGO
Still think I'm too green for Greenville?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Oh you're ready for Greenville.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Greenville ready for you, that I'm not so
sure.
WE GO TO BLACK
What we also saw in the above montage is Django shake off a lifetime of
slavery. Django, in his green jacket, in his cowboy hat, on top of his
steed Tony, with his gun hanging from his hip, has become his own man.
He's not a slave anymore. He's a bounty hunter.
ACROSS THE SCREEN ONE LETTER AT A TIME STYLE (ala "Rocky" and
"Flashdance")
MISSISSIPPI
CUT TO
The whole Main Street of Greenville is thick with five inches of shit
brown mud that all the horse hooves, and wagon wheels, and slave feet
have to wade through to get from one end of the town to the other.
We see Django and Dr.Schultz enter the town, and slosh their horses in
the mud, down the main street of Greenville Mississippi. The buying and
selling of slaves is what the whole town is built around.
BLACK MEN, WOMEN, and CHILDREN in BONDAGE are everywhere you look.
LINES OF CHAINED SLAVES being marched one way or the other, move
through the muddy streets of Greenville. WHITE MEN on horses move them
along.
GREENVILLE
CHICKASAW COUNTY, MISSISSIPPI
Dr.Schultz takes in this African flesh market, where human beings sell
other human beings, with disgust and a little bit of shock.
,,--.. Django is neither disgusted or. shocked, he knows first hand how
Greenville operates.
As he rides Tony through town in his snappy duds, he looks at the BLACK
MEN half dressed in chains. He REMEMBERS HIMSELF with his six Other
Companions from earlier, being walked through the mud of Main Street by
The Speck Brothers. On that day he might as well of been a steer.
Today, with a gun on his hip, money in his pocket, in his snappy
outfit, astride his steed Tony, he feels so different from these
wretched half naked bastards it gives him a bit of a chill.
Django sees the towns railroad depot, and across from it a huge SLAVE
PEN, like a STEER CORRAL. At the moment there's no train in the depot.
WE FLASH ON
The TRAIN, at a earlier time, pulling into the depot.
A hatch in the roof of the boxcar is NOISILY YANKED OPEN, and TWO WHITE
SLAVE TRADERS (RUSS AND JUDD), peer down at their human cargo.
JUDD
Good god almighty these niggers stink!
RUSS
Niggers stink, where's the shock?
(to the Slaves
below)
Okay you bucks, listen up, and listen
well, I'm only gonna say this once.
There's a slave corral right across from
this boxcar. we gittin ready to open these
doors. When we do, y'all run as fast as you
can, right into that pen. Anyone gittin off
trail, gonna get hurt and hurt bad. Now you
niggers better comprehend. And that goes for
any African garboons amongst y'all can't
understand english ...... your American buddies
better shove your ass in the right direction,
or your trip to this country is going to be
short, and pointless. Train to pen as fast as
you can!
The boxcar door is slid open, and a HUNDRED AND FIFTY BLACK MALES
run full out from the train to the steer corral.
Dr.SCHULTZ
It's a spectacle out of Dante.
DJANGO
You should see it from the other side.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Frankly, I don't know if I could endure this.
DJANGO
You'd be surprised what you can endure.
(beat)
Where to?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Records office.
CUT TO
Dr.Schultz and Django walk into a records office, lined with books.
We watch through the store front window, the black man and white man
enter, and Dr.Schultz present his business card to a Dickensian looking
RECORDS OFFICE WORKER. As Schultz starts his spellbinding with words
routine ..... The CAMERA FADES TO BLACK.
BROOMHILDA
The same shot we saw before of Django fighting his way to the bars of
the slave pen, to get a better last look of Broomhilda.
We follow in front of Broomhilda being lead out of .the slave pen by TWO
WHITE MALE SLAVERS. Her bare feet slosh in the Main Street mud, and
the leg irons scrap her ankles.
Up until now everything you've ever seen of Broomhilda, has only been
in Django's Spaghetti Western Flashbacks. In other words, from his
perspective, and memory. This is the only time the story will shift to
Broomhilda's perspective. The strorig but frightened girl is led out on
to the hustle and bustle, and wagon wheels and horse hoofs of Main
Street.
Broomhilda is not taken into that three story auction arena that Django
was sold in at the beginning. Instead She's just lifted up on a parked
buckboard wagon. Her SELLER {CLYDE) starts his pitch on the TWELVE or
so BUYERS that watch this puny make shift auction.
BROOMHILDA
looks down into the crowd of twelve ugly white men, and holds her
breath which one will buy her.
Among the ugly white men we see Mr.HARMONY {MIKE), not quite as ugly as
the rest. An older well dressed, classy gentleman. Next to him is his
twenty four year old overweight awkward son SCOTTY HARMONY.
r--,. Scotty in the audience, and Broomhilda on the wagon, THEIR EYES MEET,
he nudges his dad.
The Seller makes her expose her breasts to the small crowd. Then her
back, revealing her whip marks. Then pointing out the runaway "r"
branded in her cheek.
Some of the crowd, including Scotty, react with repulsion at the sight
of the whip marks. The Seller assures the crowd, that nigg.ers don• t
feel pain like white folks, and it only makes the women more gentle.
SELLER - CLYDE
Fellahs, you ain't felt gentle, till you felt
nigger gal gentle.
UGLY MAN
makes a bid.
BROOMHILDA
yikes.
UGLIER MAN
higher bid.
BROOMHILDA
reacts.
BROOMHILDA
reacts.
Broomhilda notices that. And makes more eye contact with Scotty.
From on top of the buckboard Broomhilda looks down at her new owners.
Later they leave for the Harmony house. Scotty lifts Broomhilda up into
the back of the buckboard. He hands her a little white bag.
SCOTTY
This is for you.
SCOTTY
They're jelly beans. Try one.
SCOTTY
Good huh?
We see him drive the buckboard out of Greenville with Broomhilda in the
back eating her bag of jelly beans.
The buckboard makes its way down a country road. Broomhilda in the
back, and Scotty driving the wagon.
Broomhilda's muddy bare feet dangle off the wagon. She's beginning to
realize the young master is the shy type.
BROOMHILDA
Master Scotty .... ?
SCOTTY
Yes Broomhilda?
BROOMHILDA
I'm lonely back here. Can I come on up with
you on that seat so we can talk?
SCOTTY
Please·' I'd love that.
She climbs into the driver's seat. In more ways then one.
EXT - THE HARMONYHOUSE - DAY
A nice two story southern house. Very nice, but hardly a plantation.
The household's FOUR DOMESTIC SLAVES. Broomhilda will be the fifth. The
buckboard pulls up to the front of the house.
Scotty's mother, Mrs.HARMONY (MARY LOUISE), waits to meet her son, and
his new bought nigger gal.
The older lady looks the black girl up and down and says to her;
Mrs.HARMONY
What's your name, gal?
BROOMHILDA
Broomhilda.
Mrs.HARMONY
Follow me.into the kitchen,
{to her son)
You stay out here.
Mrs.HARMONY
I want to have a word with you, wench. You met
my boy Scotty. You can tell ain't no white
girl gonna fool with him. And if they do fool
with him, they fool with him for the wrong
reason. Boy's twenty four, he still ain't a
man yet. That's why you're here. Be nice to him.
He's a very sweet boy. Play him right, he'll
eat bird seed out of your palm. Play 'em
wrong, you'll deal with me.
BROOMHILDA
I like Scotty. He's just shy is all. All he
needs is a little confidence.
Mrs.HARMONY
And you'll give that to him?
BROOMHILDA
I'll do my best, mam. Scotty's a real sweet boy.
Mrs.HARMONY
He is, isn't he?
BROOMHILDA
Ah-huh.
At night in Scotty's bed, while the young man lay fast asleep,
Broomhilda looks at her jelly jar of GLOWING LIGHTNING BUGS.
NARRATOR (VO)
As Scotty's sort of defacto sweetheart, if
no visitors were about, Broomhilda would
even join the·family at their dinner table.
We see them at diriner eating fried chicken and mashed potatoes and
gravy.
NARRATOR (VO)
And pretty soon she was adopted into a
member of the family.
The Harmony family and Broomhilda playing croquet in the front yard.
Mr.Harmony reading the women and his son a story from a storybook.
NARRATOR (VO)
Scotty was never happier.
Broomhilda having sex with Scotty, baby talking with him, talking him
through it, making him feel loved and s·ecure.
NARRATOR (VO)
After three months of this bliss,
Scotty decided to take Broomhilda for
a romantic weekend in Greenville.
Broomhilda and Scotty, and their luggage, move into the fancy hotel
lobby, and rent a room at the front desk.
NARRATOR (VO)
And two, there was a sliver of society that
ran through Greenville at night that catered
to white masters who were infected with a
condition that was normally referred to as,
"Nigger ·love." At night the streets, the bars,
bistros, and buggy rides were ruled by rich
white masters showing off their pretty Pony's.
An establishing shot of the three story house that has been converted into
private club called, The Cleopatra Club.
NARRATOR (VO)
But the crown jewel of all this interracial
frivolity, was the members only, Cleopatra
Club.
Scotty and Broomhilda are enjoying a fancy dinner in the clubs dining
room.
We see across the dining room, the powerful white man, CALVIN CANDIE,
sitting with some White Men and some Black Ponys, eyeing Broomhilda.
SCOTTY
I gotta tell you Broomhilda -
I don't care if I go to. hell for this -
I love you. And if loving you means I go to
hell .... Well then hello Mr.Devil.
That was actually kind of funny. Broomhilda was right, all he needed
was a little confidence. She puts her hand on his.
NARRATOR {VO)
Then ... speak of the devil and the devil
appears.
CALVIN CANDIE
appears at their table.
CALVIN CANDIE
Hello, my name is Calvin Candie, I own
The Cleopatra Club. And I would just like
to welcome an attractive couple like
yourselves to my favorite place on earth.
SCOTTY
Thank you so much, it's a great honor.
We love it here.
CALVIN CANDIE
May I join you?·
SCOTTY
Please, by all means.
CALVIN CANDIE
How long have you been a member?
SCOTTY
We just joined this weekend.
CALVIN CANDIE
Well our little private oasis appreciates
your patronage. Some may consider the dues
excessive, but they're necessary for us to
create this haven for the alternative
lifestyle we've all become accustomed to.
SCOTTY
Well said, and money well spent.
CALVIN CANDIE
It would be my pleasure, your first
weekend at the club, to join me and my
friends at my table.
But Scotty is swept away being courted by somebody like Calvin Candie.
She tries to imply they should stay where they are. He brushes her off
with a, 11
Don't be silly.''
We see Calvin introduce his table of friends to the couple, and they
join the party.
Calvin Candie has his arm around a foxy Pony named SHEBA, whose dress
is a little more revealing then the others.
They drink and talk, and the White Men have a forced good time. But
Calvin Candie can't hide his sinister side from Broomhilda, and it
keeps her uncomfortable, until she excuses herself from the table to go
to bed. Scotty•·s havi·ng :Such a good time with his fancy friends he opts
to stay behind. Broomhilda leaves in a bit of a huff, due to Scotty's
disobedience. If these fancy.fucking white men weren't around making
Scotty feel so puffy chested, he'd never dismiss her that way.
We FOLLOW Broomhilda out of the club, across the street, to the hotel.
NARRATOR (VO)
After excusing herself, she walked across
the street to her hotel room. She got
her white dress dirty in the mud, but she
didn't care, the night was ruined anyway.
Some romantic weekend. Wait till she gets
home and tells his mother how he ignored her.
She'll fix his fat ass. Wait till he asks her
to scratch his back next time. She's gonna
scrape every pimple.
r-, BACK AT THE CLEO CLUB
The now drunk Scotty is playing poker with Calvin and his friends.
NARRATOR (VO)
Back at The Cleopatra Club, as the night
wore on, Calvin Candie suggested a friendly
card game. As the game wore on, it came down
to a two thousand dollar pot between
Calvin Candie and Scotty Harmony. Luckily
for him, Scotty was holding a inside straight.
Calvin holds his cards with Sheba draped around him. She whispers
something in his ear.
CANDIE
(to Sheba)
Really?
(to Scotty)
You know what Sheba just tole me?
SCOTTY
What?
CANDIE
She says she thinks you're cute.
SCOTTY
Really? Thank you Sheba, I think you're
beautiful.
CANDIE
Sheba says she'd like to give you a little
lip. Want some lip?
SCOTTY
Well, she's your Pony ... I mean ...
CANDIE
Oh hush, what's a little nigger lip 'tween
friends. Go on honey, give 'em some sugar.
Sheba walks over to Scotty's side of the table, and gives him a very lip
intensive soul kiss. The table enjoys the show. Then Sheba goes back to
Calvin's side of the table.
SCOTTY
I see your five hundred ...
(throws in chips)
... and raise you four hundred more.
(tosses his last chips)
Call.
CALVIN CANDIE
Not so fast, boy.
(beat)
Pot ain't fat enough yet.
SCOTTY
I'm all in.
CALVIN CANDIE
Ain't that too bad.
Scotty doesn't intend to let this smiling Jack cheat him out of his
pot, especially with him holding an inside straight.
SCOTTY
I would think a southern gentleman of
such renown as yourself, wouldn't have
to resort to buying a pot in his own club.
CALVIN CANDIE
One final raise.
CALVIN CANDIE
It's Sheba's bill of sale.
SCOTTY
What? I don't want her.
CALVIN CANDIE
You sure didn't look like you didn't want her.
More laughter.
CALVIN CANDIE
In Greenville slaves are currency. And
Sheba's worth about eight hundred dollars.
I'm throwing Sheba in the pot. Match or
fold?
SCOTTY
I'm all out of money.
CALVIN CANDIE
But we ain't playin' for money no more .•
We matchin' nigger gals. And a nigger gal
you got.
SCOTTY
I can't bet Broomhilda.
CALVIN CANDIE
In Chickasaw County, she's money. Pony her up
or fold. Somebody get him a piece of paper
and a pencil.
Somebody does.
CALVIN CANDIE
Write out a bill of sale, or fold them cards.
He hurriedly takes the pencil and writes out a Bill of Sale for
Broomhilda.
SCOTTY
Let me see your cards!
SCOTTY
You cheated me.
CALVIN CANDIE
What did you just call me?
SCOTTY
I called you a card cheatin' son of a bitch,
cause that's what you are!
CALVIN CANDIE
Scott Harmony. For calling me a card cheat
in my own club, as a southern gentleman,
I challenge you to a duel.
(to the Piano
Player)
Piano player, will you hit three separate
notes?
(to Scotty)
On the third note, pick up the gun and
try to kill me.
(to Piano player)
Piano player please ..... .
SCOTTY
Wait a minute ... no!
FIRST NOTE..... .
SCOTTY
I ain't dueling with you! I don't want
to duel!
CALVIN CANDIE
Then get out of here, get in your buggy
and get out of town.
SCOTTY
Sure. Let me just get my girl.
CALVIN CANDIE
You lost that girl, fat boy.
SECOND NOTE•••.
SCOTTY
Wait! .... Look .... Mr.Candie, I'm sorry I
called you a cheat. But ..• please ••. I can't
give you Broomhilda.
CALVIN CANDIE
Last chance fat boy, go home and get useta.
to fuckin' another one.
(beat)
Or pick up that gun.
Scotty can't leave. He can't go home without her. He. can't face his
parents. He can't walk out on her. No matters what happens he can't
leave.
,,--. THIRD NOTE.•.•
Calvin Candie and his entourage enter the hotel lobby and go up to the
FRONT DESK CLERK .•
CALVIN CANDIE
Hello Oliver.
CALVIN CANDIE
Good evening to you as well,.young Oliver.
Could you please inform me which room
your guest Scott Harmony is staying in?
WHEN.....
.... Calvin comes BURSTING in the room holding his belt in his hand. He
YANKS OFF the sheets that Broomhilda sleeps under. Broomhilda lies
naked under the covers. Candie brings the belt down around her legs and
backside.
Candie CHASES her naked body with his belt,. from the top of the stairs,
down the stairs, and through the lobby, and out the front door.
She RUNS out of the hotel naked, and then TRIPS FALLING INTO THE
GREENVILLE MUD. She looks up from the mud, at Calvin Candie looking
down at her.
CALVIN CANDIE
Welcome to Candyland.
NARRATOR (VO)
That was four months ago.
CUT TO
Tons of WHITE BUYERS and SELLERS and BLACK SLAVES to be bought or sold
fill the big hall.
Many different UGLY WHITE MEN make bids on the big mandingo, including
Calvin Candie.
Dr.SCHULTZ
His name is Calvin Candie, and he is the
owner of Candyland.
DJANGO
Candyland? The mandingo fightin' place?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Oh, so you heard of it?
DJANGO
Ain't no slave ain't heard of Candyland.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Well apparently, that's where your wife is,
and apparently the repellent gentleman down
there is the one who owns her.
TIME CUT
The White Man and Black Man find a cubbyhole to talk in the auction
hall.
Dr.SCHULTZ
How much do you know about mandingo fighting?
DJANGO
Not so much .... A little .•.. Master Carrucan had
a couple niggers he'd fight.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Can you play a mandingo expert?
DJANGO
What?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Can you convincingly masquerade as someone
who is an expert on mandingo fighters?
DJANGO
Why?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Because when a man has one of the four
biggest cotton plantations in Dixie, but
the only thing that seems to ring his chimes
is big sweaty black males, if WE want to get
his attention, we better be talking about
big sweaty black males. So my character is
that of a big money buyer from Dusseldorf, here
in Greenville to buy my way into the mandingo
fight game. And your character is the mandingo
expert I hired to help me do it.
DJANGO
They call that "One-Eyed Charly."
Dr .SCHULTZ.
One-Eyed Charly?
DJANGO
That's what you call it when you buy a slave
expert. If you wanna raise horses, but don't
know nothin' 'about horses, you buy yourself
a One-Eyed Charly who knows about horses.
He teaches ya. You wanna plant tobacco but
don't know nothin' about it, you buy yourself
a One-Eyed Charly knows about tobacco.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Why do they call it One-Eyed Charly?
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DJANGO
You know, back on the plantation, my. job
wasn't historian.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Testy. It's an unusual name. That's a perfectly
legitimate question. So, can you convincingly
play my mandingo One-Eyed Charly? Don't say,
yes, if you can't.
DJANGO
You want me to play a black slaver? There
ain't nothin lower then a black slaver. Black
slavers are lower then head house niggers, and
buddy, that's pretty fuckin low.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Then play him that way! Give me your black slaver.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Can you do that?
DJANGO
That, I can do. What's next?
Dr.SCHULTZ
To get ourselves personally invited to
Candyland by Calvin Candie himself.
CUT TO
Dr.SCHULTZ and DJANGO stand across the street from The Cleopatra Club.
Which looks like a regular nice three story house, among other nice
houses on an affluent residential block in Greenville Mississippi.
They open the tiny garden gate in front of the house, walk up the stoop
steps to the front door. They ring the doorbell.
A pretty young black girl, dress~d in a FRENCH MAID outfit opens the
door.
FRENCH MAID
(southern accent)
Bonjour.
Dr.SCHULTZ
(amused)
Bonjour, mon petite femme noire.
We are here to see Calvin Candie.
iJ
FRENCH MAID
Enter.
The two men walk into the entrance way of the house.
HOSTESS
(speaking quite
refined)
Hello gentlemen, I'm Cleo, can I help you?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Yes I am Dr.King Schultz, and this is my
associate, Django Freeman.
Dr.SCHULTZ
We're here for a appointment with
Calvin Candie and Leo Moguy.
CLEO
Yes you gentlemen are expected. Please
make yourself comfortable. I'll inform
Monsieur Candie you've arrived.
(referring to the
French Maid)
Can Coco get either of you two gentlemen
a tasty refreshment?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Not at the moment.
CLEO
Then Coco will entertain you while I
inform Monsieur Candie.
Dr.SCHULTZ
How charming.
Cleo· leaves.
A lush fancy restaurant dining area inside of this house. The DINERS
are made up exclusively of well dressed WHITE MEN, and pretty BLACK
GIRLS (PONYS) dressed in the most elaborate ladies fashions of the day.
?Z
The white men's ages range from early twenties to old men.
The dolled up, decked out Ponys eat rich French cuisine complete with
elaborate sauces, and take their knives to thick cuts of steak.
The younger little girls, usually eat ice cream with hot fudge, banana
splits, and cookies.
While all the men drink whiskey or wine, the girls all drink
sarsaparilla.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Have you ever seen anything like this
before?
Coco chirps;
coco
(very country)
Y'all gonna dine, it's real good. You
like catfish, we got good catfish. They use
alotta butta. You like sand dabs, we
got sand dabs.
MOGUY
Dr.Schultz, good to see you again.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Mr.Moguy, thank you for your assistance
in creating the opportunity for this
appointment.
Mr.MOGUY
Nonsense, it's my job.
(CON'T)
Mr.MOGUY
(CON'T)
(looking at
Django)
.So this is the One-Eyed Charly I've heard
so much about.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Yes, this is Django. Django, this is Mr.Candie's
lawyer; LeonideMoguy.
MOGUY
Just call me Leo. Calvin's in the billiard
room, follow me. Y'all want Coco should come
along too?
Dr.SCHULTZ
We would be quite lucky indeed if the
charming Coco cared to follow.
Coco blushes.
MOGUY
You better watch out doctor, you gonna
steal this little pony's heart.
~- They walk through the club to get to the billiard room, as they do they
say;
Dr.SCHULTZ
How long have you been associated with
Mr.Candie?
MOGUY
Calvin and I were about eleven when we
went to boarding school together. One
could almost say, I was raised to be
Calvin's lawyer.
DJANGO
One could almost say, you a nigger.
Coco can't believe what this snappy looking cowboy nigger just said to
Mr.Moguy.
MOGUY
What did you say?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Oh nothing, he's just being cheeky.
Anything else about Mr.Candie I should
know before I meet him?
MOGUY
Yes, he's a bit of a Francophile.
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Dr.SCHULTZ
What civilized people aren't?
MOGUY
That's why all the French ambiance. And
he prefers Monsieur Candie to Mister Candie.
Dr.SCHULTZ
(FRENCH)
What ever he prefers.
MOGUY
Oh he doesn't speak French. Don't speak
French to him, it'll embarrass him.
They get to the two sliding doors that lead to the billiard room.
Also, at this momen.t, TWO MANDINGOS are having a bloody and savage
fight to death in this closed room.
An older European looking man, who's rooting for the mandingo that
Calvin's not rooting for, is also in the room. His name is.AMERIGO
VASSEPI.
Before any introductions can be made, with his back to the new arrivals
and his eyes on the black men fighting for their life, Calvin says;
CALVIN CANDIE
Why do you want to get in the mandingo
business?
Dr.SCHULTZ
You don't intend to allow your 2nd ...
(referring to Moguy)
•... to make the proper introductions?
CALVIN CANDIE
Quit stalling and answer the question.
Dr.SCHULTZ
The awful truth?
(pause)
I'm bored, and it seems like a good
bit of fun.
CALVIN CANDIE
Well come on over, cause we gotta us a fight
goin on that's a good bit of fun.
CALVIN CANDIE
The bigger nigger is mine. I just bought
him today. What's his name, Moguy?
MOGUY
Big Fred.
CALVIN CANDIE
The other nigger belongs to this disreputable
Italian gentlemen to my right. Amerigo Vassepi.
(to Amerigo)
What's your nigger's name?
AMERIGO
Luigi. ... ?
Candie looks over at Django, who doesn't walk over to watch the fight.
Instead he walks over to a bar set up in the room. A slave bartender
named, ROSCOE tends it.
CALVIN CANDIE
How 'bout you, boy? You find nigger fightin'
a good bit of fun?
DJANGO
You seen one nigger fight, ya seen 'em all.
CALVIN CANDIE
How'd you two like to try the signature drink
of the club?
Dr.SCHULTZ
We'd love to.
CALVIN CANDIE
(yelling to the
bartender)
Roscoe, two Polynesian Pearl Divers, and
don't spare the rum.
CALVIN CANDIE
Arrivederci Luigi! Well, Mr.vassepi, looks
like you owe me ten dollars.
Django and Schultz get the fancy coconut shell drinks. They both take a
sip. Schultz hates it, Django loves it.
CALVIN CANDIE
What's your name, boy?
Dr.SCHULTZ
His name is Django.
CALVIN CANDIE
(to Schultz)
Where'd ya dig him up?
Dr.SCHULTZ
A fortuitous turn of events brought
Django and myself together.
CALVIN CANDIE
(to Django)
I've heard tell about you. I heard you're a
real bright boy.
(beat)
I'm curious, what makes you such a
mandingo expert?
DJANGO
I'm curious, what makes you so curious?
Bartholomew puts down his pool cue, and turns toward Django;
BARTHOLOMEW
What you say, boy?
'7?
CALVIN CANDIE
Calm down Bartholomew, gentle ... gentle.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Monsieur Candie, I would appreciate it if
you directed your line of inquiry to me.
CALVIN CANDIE
Doc, I'm a seasoned slaver, you are a
neophyte. I'm simply trying to ascertain
if this cowboy is taking advantage of you.
Dr.SCHULTZ
With all due respect, Monsieur Candie, I
didn't seek you out for your advice. I
sought you out to purchase a fighting
nigger at above top dollar market price.
I was under the impression when you
granted me an audience, it would be to
discuss business.
CALVIN CANDIE
No we weren't talking business yet. We
were discussing my curiosity.
Now according to Moguy here, if I do
business with you ...
(pointing to
Schultz)
.,.I'm doin' business with both of y'all.
(pointing to
Django)
He does the eyeballin', you the billfold?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Well you don't make it sound too flattering,
but more or less, yes.
None of the white men in the room have any respect for a white man who
needs a nigger to tell him what time of day it is.
CALVIN CANDIE
(to Django)
So Bright Boy, Mogu·y here tells me you
looked over my African flesh, and were
none too impressed.
FLASH ON
we see Django looking over THREE MANDINGOS.
r---. BACK TO CLEO CLUB
DJANGO
Not for top dollar.
CALVIN CANDIE
Well then we got nothing more to talk
about. You wanna buy a beat ass nigger
from me, those.are the beat ass niggers
I wanna sell.
DJANGO
He don't wanna buy the niggers you wanna
sell. He wants the nigger you don't
wanna sell.
CALVIN CANDIE
I don't sell the niggers I don't wanna
sell.
Dr.SCHULTZ
You won't sell your best. You won't even
sell your second best. But your third
best ..... you don't want to.sell him .... But if
I made you an offer so ridiculous you'd be
forced to consider it .... who knows what
could happen?
CALVIN CANDIE
What do you consider ridiculous?
Dr. SCHULTZ.
For a truly talented specimen,
.... "The Right Nigger" .. ;?
How much would you say, Django?
DJANGO
Twelve thousand dollars.
CALVIN CANDIE
Gentlemen, you had my curiosity. Now
you got my attention.
TIME CUT
Candie, Moguy, Django, Schultz, Bartholomew, Sheba, and Coco eat dinner
r' in the restaurant. All the men eat thick T-Bones. Coco eats Catfish.
And Sheba uses her fingers to rip apart Crawdads.
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CALVIN CANDIE
How ya like that meat, Bright Boy?
CALVIN CANDIE
(to Coco)
How's your Catfish, dew drop?
coco
Real good Monsieur Candie.
CALVIN CANDIE
(to Schultz)
You spend a lot of time around niggers
aside from Freeman here?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Not so much.
CALVIN CANDIE
Well if' in you did, .you'd know what a
treat this was for 'em. You feel.special
Coco?
coco
Yes sir, Monsieur Candie.
CALVIN CANDIE
You feel special Bartholomew?
BARTHOLOMEW
Yes sir, Monsieur Candie.
CALVIN CANDIE
Now Sheba always feels special. Dont'cha?
SHEBA
Yep.
CALVIN CANDIE
How 'bout you Bright Boy, you feel
special?
DJANGO
(meaning Sheba)
Not as special as her.
Dr.Schultz and Django's eyes meet for a moment ..• so far ... so good.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Well, that wasn't on the agenda. But I
suppose I could be amenable to that.
How far must we trek?
CALVIN CANDIE
Oh hardly a ride at all. We'll still be
in Chickasaw County. Five hours ... tops.
There you can get a look at my best
specimens. Have dinner with my sister
and I. Spend the night at Candyland as
my guest.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Splendid.
WE CUT
It's the next day and a whole procession is making their way to
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Candyland. 11
FIVE MANDINGOS (Big Fred and Banjo who we already met, plus JOSHUA,
SIDNEY JAMES, and TATUM) recently purchased at the Greenville Auction
walk to their new home, with small bundles of their personal
possessions under their arm. They look like powerful warriors.
~, RODNEY
walks along the road, looks up at Django riding his horse. All the
slaves hate Django because they think he's a black slaver. But
the three heading back to Candyland are even more resentful.
FLASH ON
Django with Schultz, earlier, inspecting and rejecting these three.
RODNEY
gives Django a bad eyeball look up on his horse.
DJANGO ON TONY
sees it. He's playing the role of a fucker black slaver, he can't let
that shit stand.
DJANGO
Gotta problem with your eyeball, boy?
RODNEY
No sir.
DJANGO
You want a boot heel in it?
RODNEY
No sir.
DJANGO
Then keep ya damn eyeballs off me!
Flash that bad look at me again,
I'll give ya reason not to like,me!
As this parade makes progress, Django keeps his emotions in check, but
not without difficulty.
Dr.SCHULTZ
How do you like this side of the slave
trade?
DJANGO
Not so much.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Prefer the other side?
DJANGO
I didn't say that.
Dr.SCHULTZ
I've confirmed Broomhilda's at Candyland.
DJANGO
Are you sure it's her?
Dr.SCHULTZ
He didn't call her by name, but she's a
young lady, whip marks on her back, and
speaks German. Now while it•'s not wise to
assume, in this instance, I think it's
pretty safe.
DJANGO
Did you offer to buy her?
Dr.SCHULTZ
I opened the door to my possible interest.
But naturally, sight unseen, I can only be
so interested.
SUDDENLY.•...
CALVIN CANDIE
Am I intruding?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Of course not.
CALVIN CANDIE
(appraising the
two men)
I swear you two are cozier then a couple
of cuttle fish.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Y.ou 'd be surprised what a good
conversationalist Django is.
CALVIN CANDIE
Oh by now, I don't think that would
surprise me at all.
Around now the audience may start noticing DOG BARKING in the distance.
Dr.SCHULTZ
When do we reach your property?
CALVIN CANDIE
You been on it. I own the whole sixty
miles 'fore we get to Candyland.
CALVIN CANDIE
Excuse me a moment, gentlemen.
(yelling behind
him at Billy)
Billy Crash, git up here!
Billy Crash, a hillbilly overseer who's missing his two front teeth,
rides up.
BILLY CRASH
Yeah, Boss?
CALVIN CANDIE
Find out what that goddamn commotion
is up at the tracker shack!
BILLY CRASH
Right away, Boss.
Django hears her name himself. His head does involuntary jerk, but his
f' emotions betray nothing.
CALVIN CANDIE
(CON'T)
Now these inbred hillbillies, on the other
hand, they can barely speak English. I can't
understand a damn word most of 'em say. You
could te.ach a plow horse how to make a pot
of coffee, 'fore you teach those fools how
to use a knife and fork. I tell ya, if it
wasn't for catchin' a nigger on the run,
they'd be as useless as tits on a boar hog.
CALVIN CANDIE
What the hell's goin on?
BILLY CRASH
They got 'em a runaway.
CALVIN CANDIE
Who?
CUT TO
A BUNKHOUSE for the FOUR HILLBILLY TRACKERS (they track down runaway
slaves) that live here about forty miles from the Candyland Plantation.
A little dog kennel, looks like a chicken coup, sits next to the
bunkhouse.
The TRACKERS are a hairy, bearded, burly, buck skinned wearing, dirty
long haired lot.
Their Leader is Mr.STONESIPHER, the other three are STEW, LEX, and
JAKE. The four men could be brothers, or cousins, or father and sons,
or just from the same hollow.
Lex holds two SNARLING GERMAN SHEPHERDS on a leash. Stew one SNARLING
GERMAN SHEPHERD on a leash. And Mr.Stonesipher•holds one SNARLING
GERMAN SHEPHERD on a leash, the lead dog, that goes by the name of
MARSHA.
One look at D'Artagnan tells you he's a mandingo who's been in one
fight too many. One of his eyes have been poked out. Big BITES have
been bit out of both his face and neck (by past fights, human bites,
not the dogs), as well as three fingers have been bit off. Not to
,.-- .. mention he's covered in cuts, like he's been drug through a briar
' patch.
The fourth Tracker, JAKE, doesn't engage in the melodrama. He hangs in
the background, CUTTING FIREWOOD with a big axe.
Calvin Candie, Dr.Schultz, Django, and the whole Candie caravan look
down on the runaway slave. Including the five new mandingos, and the three
old mandingos who know D'Artagnan.
CALVIN CANDIE
Well I' 11 ·be, D 'Artagnan. Now boy, why do
a fool thing like run off?
D'ARTAGNAN
I can't fight no more, Monsieur Candie.
CALVIN CANDIE
Oh yes you can. You might not be able to
win, but your ass can fight. - Mr.Stonesipher,
shut these goddamn dogs up, I can't hear
myself think!
Mr.STONESIPHER
Hush now! Marsha! Marsha, hush up!
Marsha, Marsha, hush up!
(to the other
Trackers)
Take these goddamn dogs away from this nigger,
he's just makin' em hungry.
The other two YANK the dogs away from the fallen Black Man.
CALVIN CANDIE
How long was he loose?
Mr.STONESIPHER
A night. Day. Half the other night.
CALVIN CANDIE
How far he git off property?
Mr.STONESIPHER
Bout twenty miles off prop. Pretty fer,
considering that limp he got.
CALVIN CANDIE
Moguy, who was D'Artagnan suppose to fight
Friday?
MOGUY
(pointing behind him)
One of this new lot.
CALVIN CANDIE
Well the way he looks now a blind Indian
wouldn't bet a bead on 'em.
(to D'Artagnan)
Boy, you done made yourself as useless as
a tail on a teddy bear.
CALVIN CANDIE
Now now, no beggin', no playin' on my
soft heart. You in trouble now, son.
Now you need to understand I'm runnin' a
business. Now I done paid five hundred
dollars for you. And when I pay five
hundred dollars, I expect to get five
fights outta a nigga 'fore he roll over
and play dead. You've fought three fights.
D'ARTAGNAN
I won every one.
CALVIN CANDIE
Well, yes you did. But that last one, you
muddied the line between winning and losing.
Calvin climbs down off of his horse, and walks to the captured runaway
on the ground.
CALVIN CANDIE
But the fact remains, I pay five hundred
dollars, I want five fights. So what
about my five hundred dollars? You gonna
reimburse me?
Not Django .•.. he's seen this little drama play out many times before.
CALVIN CANDIE
You even know what reimburse means?
The Whites laugh.
Then SUDDENLY..... .
Dr.SCHULTZ
I'll reimburse you.
Calvin Candie uses the occasion to perform a slow dramatic turn in the
direction of the good German.
CALVIN CANDIE
You will?
Removing his long brown leather billfold from his suit jacket pocket.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Yes.
CALVIN CANDIE
You'll pay five hundred dollars for a
one eyed Ole'Joe, ain't fit to push a
broom?
DJANGO
No he won't.
DJANGO
He's just tired of you toyin' with him is
all. And for that matter, so am I. But we
ain't payin' a penny for that pickaninny,
we ain't got no use for 'em. Ain't that
right, Doc?
Dr.Schultz realizes he's just done the one thing he's always preached
to Django you can never do .. BREAK CHARACTER. The doctor puts his
billfold back in his suit coat pocket.
Dr.SCHULTZ
(to Candie)
You heard 'em.
The Hillbilly Trackers stare up at the black man on the horse in the
green jacket, slack jawed.
,r-- Even the one chopping wood in the BG stops his chopping.
CALVIN CANDIE
(' You'll hafta excuse Mr.Stonesipher's slack
jawed gaze. He ain't never seen a nigger
like you ever in his life. Ain't that right,
Mr.Stonesipher?
Mr.Stonesipher, SPITS.
Mr.STONESIPHER
That's right.
CALVIN CANDIE
Well now since you won't pay a penny for
this pickaninny, you won't mind me handlin'
this nigger however I see fit?
DJANGO
He's your nigger.
CALVIN CANDIE
Mr.Stonesipher .... let Marsha and her
bitches send D'Artagnan to nigger heaven.
Mr.STONESIPHER
Marsha ... git 'em!
The other Trackers let loose of the leashes holding the German
Shepherds back.
The MANDINGOS
all react to the sight of the dogs being let loose.
Django, who expected nothing less and has seen worse, doesn't blink as
the runaway slave is torn to bits by canine teeth .....
The other Mandingos are scared sick .at what they see.
Dr.Schultz has never seen a man torn apart by dogs before, and he
appears not to enjoy it.
Calvin, without blinking, shifts his eyes toward Dr.Schultz, then back
1 ,, to Django.
CALVIN CANDIE
Your boss looks a little green around
the gills for a blood sport like
·nigger fightin'?
DJANGO
Naw, he just ~in 1 t use to seein' a man
ripped apart by dogs, is all.
CALVIN CANDIE
But you are use to it?
DJANGO
Well, him bein' German an' all, I'm
a little more .use to American's then
he is. Now Monsieur Candie, whenever you're
ready, we rode five hours so you could
show off your stock. Let's git to it.
Cause as of now, if he's a example, I
ain't impressed.
CALVIN CANDIE
Follow me.
The whole caravan rides off as the dogs continue to tear D'Artagnan
apart.
The caravan starts to approach Candyland. Calvin Candie and his sister
own the fourth biggest cotton plantation in the state.of Mississippi.
As the parade gets closer we see fields of cotton, and fields of SLAVES
picking it.
INSTEAD ...... CANDYLANDis very beautiful. The fields of cotton, the way
the trees hang green vines over everything. It's full of nature and
natures vibrant colors, and a broiling hot sun to see it all in.
One of the cottonpickers in the field, DOBIE, looks up, and sees Django
in his cool green corduroy jacket, badass cowboy hat, on top of Tony.
~ He taps the shoulder of another cotton picker (ORWELL), and points out
Django.
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~ All of a sudden all the bent over backs in the field, straighten up to
get a better look at the black riding a horse.
The caravan rolls through the shack/cabin village the slaves live in.
As the parade rolls through all the SLAVES snap to attention, and bow
(very formally) as Monsieur Candie rides past. A KING among his SUBJECTS,
a PATRON with his PEONS, a FATHER amongst his CHILDREN, a SHEPHERD
among his SHEEP.
KIDS playing in the dirt get up and run to Calvin on his horse.
Candie calls the kids by name, takes out a bag of .jelly beans, and
begins tossing them about.
The Kids scramble in the dirt for the bright colored candy.
THEN.....
The CARAVANmoves from the slave village to the White Village the
overseers and their family live in on the plantation grounds.
Other then the switch of white faces for black, it's pretty much the
same village.
The Caravan enter.s the road that leads to the front of the Plantation,
or The Big House as everyone calls it.
To the left of the Big House is big wooden ARENA built for his Friday
night nigger fights.
All the HOUSE SLAVES (the domestic slaves that work for the Candie
family in the Big House), and WHITE WORKERS (overseers and stray farm
hands) come out to greet the caravan.
They all greet Monsieur Calvin Candie, who naturally leads the
procession, as if he's Alexander The Great returning from the wars.
.~' Directly above Lara Lee, on the third floor balcony over hang, out
steps ...
STEPHEN
eyeing Calvin and the approaching caravan.
Who's STEPHEN? Stephen is a very old black man, who with his bald pate,
and tufts of white curly hair on the sides, looks like a character out
of Dickens - if Dickens wrote about House Niggers in the Antebellum
South.
Stephen has been Calvin's slave since he was a little boy. And in
(almost) every way is the 2nd most powerful person at Candyland.
Like the characters Basil Rathbone would play in swashbucklers, evil,
scheming, intriguing men, always trying to influence and manipulate power
for their own self interest. Well that describes Stephen to a tee.
The old Man watches the caravan and the trailing dust cloud approach.
THEN........ .
Out of the dust cloud ... EMERGE DJANGO and SCHULTZ.... on TONY and FRITZ.
All the Candylanders see Django, dressed like he is, up on the horse,
and for a moment don't know what to think.
As Stephen peers down from his perch at the nigger in the green jacket,
it's hate at first sight. Stephen heads downstairs, he walks with a
limp.
All the caravan riders are still up on their horses. Calvin sees
Stephen limping towards them, and greets him with a big how do you do;
CALVIN CANDIE
Hello Stephen my boy!
STEPHEN
Yeah yeah yeah, hello my ass - who's
this nigger up on that nag?
CALVIN CANDIE
Oh Stephen, why so ornery, you miss me?
STEPHEN
Yeah, I miss you like I miss a rock in my
shoe. Like I said, who's this nigger, up
on that nag?
DJANGO
If you wanna know who I am, or the name of
my horse, you ask me.
STEPHEN
Just ·who the hell you callin' Snowball,
horse boy? I'll yank your ass of that
goddamn nag, so goddamn fast - in the mud.
CALVIN CANDIE
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Stephen, let's keep it
funny. Django's a Freeman.
STEPHEN
This nigger, here?
CALVIN CANDIE
That nigger there. Let me at least introduce
the two of. you. Django, this is another
cheeky black bugger like yourself, Stephen.
Stephen, this is Django. You two should
hate each other.
Stephen uses the special privilege he and he alone enjoys amongst the
blacks at Candyland.
STEPHEN
Calvin, who the hell is this nigger you
feel the need to entertain?
CALVIN CANDIE
Django and his friend in grey, Dr.Schultz
are customers, and they are our guests
Stephen. And you - you old decrepit bastard ...
... are to show them every hospitality.
Do you understand that?
STEPHEN
I don't know why I gotta -
CALVIN CANDIE
You don't hafta know why, do you
understand?
STEPHEN
Yeah yeah yeah, I understand jus.t fine.
CALVIN CANDIE
Good. They're spending the night. Go up
in the guest bedrooms and get two ready.
STEPHEN
(pointing at
Django)
He's gonna stay in the Big House?
CALVIN CANDIE
Stephen, he's a slaver. It's different.
STEPHEN
(incredulous)
In the Big House?
CALVIN CANDIE
You gotta problem with that?
STEPHEN
I don't gotta problem, unless you gotta
problem with burin' the bed, the sheets,
and the pillow cases once this black ass
motherfuckers gone!
CALVIN CANDIE
That's my problem, they're mine to burn;
Your problem, right now, is making a
good impression. And I want you to start
solving that problem right now, and git
them rooms ready.
STEPHEN
Yes sir, Monsieur Candie.
Lara Lee and her ever present shadow, a FAT MAMMYnamed CORA, comes up
to her brother on his horse.
CALVIN CANDIE
Dr.Schultz, this attractive southern belle
is my widowed sister, may I present to you,
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly.
Dr.SCHULTZ
I am Dr.King Schultz, this is my 2nd
Django,
(Django tips his hat)
and these are our horses, Fritz and Tony.
LARA LEE
Well aren't you the charming gentlemen.
You're not from around here, are you?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Actually I'm from a far off land,
Dusseldorf, to be exact.
CALVIN CANDIE
These two are in the market for a fightin'
nigger. So I thought I'd invite 'em down,
show 'em my stock.
LARA LEE
We'll all have dinner tonight, right?
CALVIN CANDIE
Half the reason I invited them. I thought
you'd find .them as intriguing as I do
little sister.
All of a sudden THREE WHITE RIDERS ride up on horses, a older one, and
two tough looking younger ones. The older one is the Cap't of the
Overseers, ACE WOODY, and his two assistants BROWNand JINGLE BELLS
CODY. While Ace is dressed for work on a farm, both Brown and Jingle
Bells Cody are peacocks who wear cool cowboy outfits.
CALVIN CANDIE
You know since I started fightin' niggers
about eleven years ago, it's been a new
lease on life. And the man ridin' up here
now is the man responsible for all my
success.
Ace and his boys pull their horses up, kicking up dust.
Through the dust Ace, Brown, and Jingle Bells Cody eyeball Django and
Schultz.
CALVIN CANDIE
Howdy Ace.
(to Schultz
and Django)
This here is my Overseer Cap't, and
nigger fight trainer extraordinaire,
Ace Woody.
9'5
CALVIN CANDIE
And that's Brown and that's Jingle Bells
Cody.
(to Ace)
Ace, this here is Dr.King Schultz, and
Django Freeman, they're big customers with
big pockets wanna buy a big nigger. So I
brought 'em out here so you could give
'em a little display of our African flesh.
Ace takes off his hat, bows from his horse, welcoming them •.
ACE WOODY
Welcome to Candyland, gentlemen.
Astride their horses Brown and Jingle Bells Cody just make faces at
Django.
Ace's attention goes to the five new mandingos. just walked from
Greenville to here.
ACE WOODY
These the new chickens?
CALVIN CANDIE
Yes siree bob.
ACE WOODY
How many you get?
(he counts)
One, two, three, four, five.
CALVIN CANDIE
Five real strong bucks.
ACE WOODY
How many you get rid of?
CALVIN CANDIE
We still got three left.
MOGUY
I already wired the LeQuint Dickey people,
they'll be here tomorrow.
Brown with his horse, yells, chases, and herds the three men away into
the slave pen.
Ace yells from his horse down to the five new mandingo arrivals, Big
Fred, Banjo, Sidney James, Tatum, .and Joshua.
ACE WOODY
Y'all stand over there and make a line!
They do.
Cody stays in his saddle, circling the black men with his horse.
Ace Woody walks up and down the line looking at the new men.
CALVIN CANDIE
What do you think?
ACE WOODY
I think you lookin' for niggers to push
a plow, 'dem your boys.
CALVIN CANDIE
What's wrong with them?
ACE WOODY
Hold it •.. hold it, you done bought
'em, let me look at 'em.
ACE WOODY
Okay, how 'bout that one, did you
buy that one?
CALVIN CANDIE
Which one?
ACE WOODY
What you mean, which one? The one I'm
pointing at, that one.
'17
CALVIN CANDIE
Actually, that one was purchased by
our mister Moguy.
ACE WOODY
(to Moguy)
You bought him?
MOGUY
Yes I did.
ACE WOODY
Why?
MOGUY
I like his prospects.
ACE WOODY
His prospects? Now you know Mr.Moguy,
I ain't a educated fella like yourself.
Remind me again what prospects means?
MOGUY
Hope for the future.
ACE WOODY
You got hope for his future?
MOGUY
I did.
ACE WOODY
Well I don't.
ACE WOODY
What's your name, boy?
SIDNEY JAMES
Sidney James, sir.
ACE WOODY
So long Sidney James.
Ace takes the peacemaker out of the holster on his hip, and SHOOTS
Sidney James point blank in the belly.
Everybody reacts.
~' Especially the four other mandingos standing next to him.
Sidney James rolls in the dirt, screaming and holding his bleeding gut.
Till Cody puts a bullet in his head, putting him out of his misery.
ACE WOODY
Boss Candie, which one did you buy?
CALVIN CANDIE
Well to me the pick of the litter is
Big Fred over there.
ACE WOODY
(pointing at
Fred)
This one over here?
CALVIN CANDIE
Yes.
ACE WOODY
(to Fred)
You Fred?
BIG .FRED
Yes, sira
ACE WOODY
Well good to meet'cha Fred, I'm Ace Woody,
I'm a man of influence 'round here. Now
Fred am I mistaken, or were you already in
a kurfuffle? ·
CALVIN CANDIE
I had 'em fight one of Amerigo's niggers
last night.
ACE WOODY
How is ol' Amerigo?
CALVIN CANDIE
His nigger lost.
,,
ACE WOODY
(to Fred)
Really? You won?
BIG FRED
Yes, sir.
ACE WOODY
Wup'ed his ass?
CALVIN CANDIE
Beat 'em to death.
ACE WOODY
(to Fred)
Really?
CALVIN CANDIE
He did have fifteen pounds on 'em,
but still, he still beat his ass
to death.
ACE WOODY
(to Fred)
You did?
BIG FRED)
Yes, sir.
ACE WOODY
Good job, boy. Got any more wins in ya?
BIG FRED
Yes, sir.
Ace gives Cody a slight head nod, and Cody SHOOTS Big Fred in the back.
CALVIN CANDIE
Now why did you do that?
ACE WOODY
He won his last fight last night.
ACE WOODY
(to mandingos)
Those of you with exceptional ability
will find it ain't so bad here. Those of
you who don't possess exceptional ability,
will wish you did.
ACE WOODY
Run 'em over to the Arena. Git 'em doin
push ups. First one gives out, shoot 'em
in the head.
(to mandingos)
Welcome to Candyland, boys!
CALVIN CANDIE
We only get about two out of every batch
of five fighters we buy. But those two
tend to be lucky.
CALVIN CANDIE
You know Mr.Woody, I'm beginning to think
that you don't trust my judgement?
ACE WOODY
Oh you know I always trust your judgement,
Boss Candie ... eventually.
He rides off.
CALVIN CANDIE
Ahhh, Stephen my boy, rooms ready?
STEPHEN
All ready for your guest and his nigger.
CALVIN CANDIE
Stephen, you're incorrigible.
(to Schultz
and Django)
Gentlemen, let Stephen show you to your
rooms.
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CALVIN CANDIE
(CON'T}
There you can lie down and rest up
for a couple of hours. Then we'll have
some lemonade, and I'll show off some of
my finer specimens.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Splendid.
Candie looks to a black little stable boy of about eight named TIMMY.
CALVIN CANDIE
Timmy boy, go take their horses for 'em.
Fix 'em up at the stable, give 'em a load
of oats.
DJANGO
That's Fritz, this is Tony. You take good
care of 'em now.
TIMMY
Yes, sir.
Django takes an apple out of his saddle bag, and hands it to the boy.
DJANGO
Once he's in the stable, give 'em that.
DJANGO
Give that one to Fritz.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Oh, Monsieur Candie, about that matter about
the nigger girl we were talking about?
CALVIN CANDIE
Nigger girl?
Dr.SCHULTZ
I believe you said she spoke German?
CALVIN CANDIE
Oh yes, Hildi, what about her?
Io z..
Dr.SCHULTZ
Do you think before the demonstration you
could send her around to my room?
CALVIN CANDIE
I don't see why not.
(to Stephen)
Stephen, when you get through showing
them to their rooms, go fetch Hi1di.
I want her cleaned up and smellin' nice,
and sent over to Dr.Schultz's room.
STEPHEN
Actually .... Monsieur Candie .... there's
somethin' we ain't tole you yet.
CALVIN CANDIE
What?
STEPHEN
Hildi's in The Hot Box.
CALVIN CANDIE
What's she doin' there?
STEPHEN
What 'cha think she doin' in The Hot Box,
she bein punished.
CALVIN CANDIE
What she do?
STEPHEN
She ran away again.
CALVIN CANDIE
Jesus Christ, how many people ran away
when I was gone?
STEPHEN
Two.
CALVIN CANDIE
When did she go?
'STEPHEN
Last night. They brought her back this
morning.
I O.J
CALVIN CANDIE
How bad did Stonesipher's dogs tear her up?
Django's hand falls to the butt of his smoke wagon. If they sicked
those dogs on his angel, he's going to just kill all these
motherfuckers right now.
STEPHEN
Lucky for her they were busy lookin' for
D'Artagnan's ass. Brown and Cody went out
lookin' for her and found her. She a little
beat up, but she did that to herself.
Runnin' through them damn bushes.
CALVIN CANDIE
How long she been in the box?
STEPHEN
What' cha think, all godd.amn day! Little
fool got ten more days to go.
CALVIN CANDIE
Take her out.
STEPHEN
(incredulous)
Take her out? Why!
CALVIN CANDIE
Because I said so, that's why. Hildi is
my nigger. Dr.Schultz is my guest. Southern
hospitality dictates I make her available
to him.
STEPHEN
But Monsieur Candie, she just ran away?
CALVIN CANDIE
Jesus Christ Stephen, what's the point of
havin' a nigger speaks German if•you can't
wheel 'em out when you have a German guest?
I realize it's inconvenient. Still, take
her out.
(to Cora and
Lara Lee) ·
Lara Lee would you and Cora be responsible
for getting her cleaned up and presentable
for Dr.Schultz?
The overseers, ·Tommy Giles and Hoot Peters go to The Hot Box. While
Billy Crash goes to the well to draw a bucket of water.
, 0 v-
Stephen notices Django's interest in both The Hot Box and whoever's
sizzling in it.
WHEN.....
DJANGO'S POV: .From his wide shot perspective we see them yank the NAKED
BROOMHILDA (incoherent) out of the hole.
STEPHEN
(to Django)
You comin·• , or you wanna sleep in that
little box?
Django turns his back on the naked Broomhilda and follows Stephen and
Dr.Schultz up the front steps of The Big House.
Stephen leads the two guests up the big prominent sweeping staircase in
the entry way of The Big House. Then down the hallway with the guest
rooms. Dr.Schultz is shown his guest room by Stephen. Schultz enters
the room and shuts the door behind him. Stephen takes Django to the
room next door, opens the door, and leads him in.
A guest room with a big feather bed, dresser drawer with a flowery
pitcher of water and basin on top of it. A little bedside table with a
lamp and a tiny bell on it.
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STEPHEN
This one's yours, boy. That bed's damn
nice too.
Django walks over to the window, parts the curtains and peers out.
STEPHEN
Feel free to touch anything you want,
cause we burnin' all this shit once you
gone. I'll have somebody knock on the
door when the demonstration ready.
DJANGO
Not so fast.
STEPHEN
I got more important things to do then
jaw with you.
DJANGO
Nigger, when I say stop you plant roots.
Both the words and the tone stop Stephen dead. He turns around.
DJANGO
This tiny bell on this little table ....
•... is this for you? I ring this, you
do fer me?
STEPHEN
Me or somebody.
(a soft) DING-A-LING
STEPHEN
(unamused)
What 'cha want?
DJANGO
I want you to pour some water in that
bowl for my wash up.
DJANGO
Gimmie.
The dripping wet old slave can do nothing against this free man.
DJANGO
Whatsamatter Stephen, you don't like
that?
Django takes his hand and SLAPS the old man hard across the face
knocking him to the floor;
DJANGO
That's my kinda bell ringin'. Git up.
The old man timidly, slowly, and shaky rises off the floor - as soon as
he does - Django SLAPS HIM TO THE FLOOR again.
Then Django sits back down on the bed, looking at the old man on the
floor below his knees.
DJANGO
I've known me House Niggers like you my
whole life. Play your dog tricks with your
Massa'. Ya' lip off to him every now an'
then, as long as ya' keep it funny. He
rol1s his eyes and puts up with it, and
all the white folks think it's so cute.
Meanwhile you got all these niggas round
here hoppin' and jumpin' to stay on your
good side. Well this time Snowball, you
gonna listen to me. You got anymore sass
you wanna sling my way, before they give
us a mandingo demonstration, I'm gonna
give this whole motherfuckin plantation
a demonstration, of ME beatin' the BLACK
off your ass. I will make you drop your
drawers, I'll take off my belt, and I will
Wup' your bare ass with it, in front of
every nigga on this plantation. And after
I do that, let's see you play the rooster
round here.
STEPHEN
Calvin wouldn't. let you do it.
DJANGO
Oh that's right, he gives you first name
privileges ••.. ain't that cute. Sass me
me again nigger, see what happen'.
DJANGO
That's what I thought. Now git outta ·here.
DJANGO
When I ring this bell, you better come
a runnin'. You - not nobody else. While
I'm on this property, you my nigger
Snowball.
Stephen leaves.
Django lies down on the bed. He covers his eyes with his arm.
A door joins Django and Schultz's room. The adjoining door opens, and
Schultz stands there.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Was that wise?
DJANGO
He ain't tellin' nobody 'bout that.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Hello ladies.
LARA LEE
Dr.Schultz, may I introduce to you,
Hildi. Hildi, this is Dr.Schultz, he
speaks German.
Dr.SCHULTZ
(to Broomhilda)
I've been informed you do as well.
BROOMHILDA
(German)
It would be my pleasure to speak with you
in Germana
Dr. SCHU.LTZ
Astonishing.
(in GERMAN)
Please come inside Fraulein.
She does, and just· as Lara Lee is to say something, Schultz says,
"Thank You very much," and closes the door in her face. Miss Lara looks
to her Mammy, and the two women head off nonplussed.
Dr.SCHULTZ
They call you Hildi, but your real name
is Broomhilda, isn't it?
BROOMHILDA
Yes. How do you know that?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Stands to reason who ever taught you
German would also give you a German name.
Can I pour you a glass of water,
Broomhilda?
Hearing her name being spoke properly for the first time in awhile, not
to mention with a German accent, does have a bit of a calming influence
on the frightened girl.
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WE CUT TO DJANGO
on the other side of the adjoining door, listening, waiting for his cue
to present himself.
Dr.SCHULTZ
(GERMAN)
I'm aware you haven't spoken German in
a long while. So I'll talk slowly.
I'm only speaking German to you now,
Broomhilda, in case Candie's people are
listening to us. Myself and a mutual
friend of ours, have gone through a lot
of trouble, and rode a lot of miles, to
find you fraulein - to rescue you.
Dr.SCHULTZ
(GERMAN)
Please drink.
Dr.SCHULTZ
(GERMAN)
Now it's myself and our mutual friend's
intention to take you away from here
forever.
BROOMHILDA
(GERMAN)
I don't got any friends.
Dr.SCHULTZ
(GERMAN)
Yes you do.
BROOMHILDA
(GERMAN)
Who?
Dr.SCHULTZ
(GERMAN)
I can't tell you. Our mutual friend has a
flair for the dramatic, and he wants to
surprise you.
/JO
BROOMHILDA
(GERMAN)
Where is he?
Dr.SCHULTZ
(GERMAN)
Standing right behind that door.
Dr.SCHULTZ
(GERMAN)
Promise me you won't scream?
Dr.SCHULTZ
(GERMAN)
Say, I promise.
BROOMHILDA
(GERMAN)
I promise.
Her husband Django, but different, all cowboyed out and cleaned up.
DJANGO
Hey Little Trouble Maker.
.... first she loses strength in her wrist, so the glass tips over, and
the water spills on the floor •....
The two men look at the woman on the floor, then at each other;
Dr.SCHULTZ
You silver tongued devil you.
MONTAGE
WE DISSOLVE to later, as we see Dr.Schultz and Django explain what
they're doing there, who they're pretending to be, and what their plan
is to Broornhilda. We hear a woman whistle a soft pretty tune on the
soundtrack. It's not a happy tune .•. per se. But it's pretty, and
vaguely optimistic ..... .
Rodney sees, The whole slave selling and buying group, Django,
Dr.Schultz, Candie, Bartholomew, Moguy, Ace Woody, Brown and Cody, and
the Overseers, walk across the plantation groun.ds on their way to
The Arena. Laughin' and joshin' all the way. The hatred Rodney feels
for that group of rnen•burns inside him like a red hot poker.
The whistling tune we've been listening to has been corning from
Broomhilda whistling as she sets the table.
STEPHEN
What you whistlin', girl?
STEPHEN
What was you whistlin'?
BROOMHILDA
Oh nut tin'.
STEPHEN
You weren't whistlin' nothin', you were
whistlin' sornethin'. What'cha whistlin'?
BROOMHILDA
I dunno. Sornethin' I heard. I don't know
no .name ..
1/Z.
STEPHEN
It's kinda pretty.
STEPHEN
That was a compliment.
BROOMHILDA
Thank you.
Stephen steps out of the shadows into the light closer to Broomhilda.
STEPHEN
I'm just sayin', two days ago you wus' in
such misery here, you hadda run off. So you
run off, we catch your ass an' drag you back.
Then we stick your bare ass to sizzle in
The Hot Box for' 'bout ten hours. Now here
you are two days later, whistlin' while you
work. I'm just sayin', I.wouldn' think you'd
have a hellva lot to whistle 'bout .
. . .. I'm jus' sayin'.
BROOMHILDA
I'm done here, may I be excused?
STEPHEN
Yes you may.
Later that evening, Django and a lot of other white people (Calvin
Candie, Lara Lee, Moguy, and Dr.Schultz) sat around the dinner table.
They are being served by the black people we've come to know at
Candyland (Stephen, Cora, and because Dr.Schultz likes her Broomhilda).
Knowing Django's a slaver, and for his dinner table privileges, the
Domestic Slaves despise Django.
Even Broomhilda will be shocked to hear him speak like a slaver, even
though they obviously gave her a heads up on their masquerade.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Look Monsieur Candie, they were all fine
specimens, no doubt about it. But the
best three, by far, were Sampson, Goldie,
and Eskimo Joe. - By the way, why's he
called Eskimo Joe?
CALVIN CANDIE
Oh you never know how these nigger nicknames
get started. His name was Joe· ... maybe one
day he said he was cold ••. who knows?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Irregardless, we all know Samson's your
best, and you'll never sell him and I can
see why, he's a champion.
CALVIN CANDIE
All three are champions.
DJANGO
Samson's the champion. The other two
are pretty good.
All the Domestic Slaves around the table STIFFEN at witnessing Django
contradict Calvin Candie.
Including Broomhilda, who's wielding the Gravy Boat. After Django says
that, while in shock, she over pours beef gravy on Lara Lee's mashed
potatoes.
LARA LEE
Hildi!
CALVIN CANDIE
Can Eskimo Joe whip Sampson, no. Can he
take Goldie, probably not - Goldie's the
best dirty fightin' nigger I ever saw. But as
long as you don't put 'em up against those
two., Eskimo Joe will whip any niggers ass.
DJANGO
Maybe.
The Domestics FREEZE for a jerky second when Django says that.
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Dr.SCHULTZ
You must understand, Monsieur Candie, while
admittedly a neophyte in the nigger fight
game, I do have a bit of a background in
the European traveling circus. Hence, I
have big ideas when it comes to presentation.
I need something more then just a big nigger.
He needs to have panache. A sense of showmanship.
I want to be able to bill. him as The Black Hercules.
I said, and I quote; "I would pay top dollar
for the, right nigger." Now I'm not saying
Eskimo Joe is the wrong ni·gger - per se .....
but is he right as rain ..... ?
CALVIN CANDIE
Dr.Schultz, I will have you know, there
is no one in the nigger fight game that
appreciates the value of. showmanship
more then, Monsieur Calvin J. Candie. But
one must not forget the most important
thing in the nigger fight game.
(beat)
A nigger that can win fights. That should
be your first, second, third, four, and
fifth concern. After you have that, and
you know you have that, then, you can
start to implement a grande design. But
since I enjoy oldest man at the table
status - beating Moguy by one year for
that honor - allow the old sage to advise,
first things first.
CALVIN CANDIE
I see you two gettin' on?
Dr.SCHULTZ
.Famously.
· (dramatic pause)
Monsieur Candie, you can't imagine what
it's like not to hear you native tongue
for four years.
Dr.SCHULTZ
I can't express the joy I felt conversing
in my mother tongue. And Broomhilda is a
charming conversation companion.
As Broomhilda holds the bowl of green beans for Moguy, Lara Lee notices
how Django and Broomhilda look and try not to look at each other.
Stephen enters the room with a fresh mint julep for Monsieur Candie.
LARA LEE
I don't know doctor, you can lay on all
the German sweet talk you want, but it
looks like this ponys got big eyes for
Django.
Lara Lee has no idea how right she is, but when she said it, all three,
Django, Broomhilda, and Schultz, involuntarily jerk.
AND•.........
Schultz covers the jerk with more of his verbal gobbilty gook.
Broomhilda takes her greenbeans and leaves the dining room for the
kitchen.
Stephen watches her go, then looks at Django, then hands Candie his
mint julep, and goes into a broad routine for the table's benefit.
CALVIN CANDIE
Stephen, you're amazing. I haven't finished
a drink in this house in twenty years.
STEPHEN
When a man likes a cold drink, a man likes
a COLD drink.
CALVIN CANDIE
Did you overhear that joke I said about
me spending two weeks in Boston
STEPHEN
(mock indignant)
You don't have any idea the work I do
to see food gets on the table.
I/ 6
CALVIN CANDIE
What does that hafta do with the price of
Tea in China?
STEPHEN
You think when I'm in that kitchen, I got
nothin' better to do then listen in here
to you tellin' unfunny jokes?
CALVIN CANDIE
(mock indignation)
What? They laughed!
STEPHEN
Of course they laughed, their parents
raised them right. When they're a guest
in somebody's house, and the master·of
of the house thinks he's funny, you
suppose to laugh. They'd be rude not to.
They play their little comedy routine for all it's worth.
CALVIN CA.NDIE
No it was really funny,
(to table)
wasn't it?
STEPHEN
Now what do you expect these people to
say? What you need to do is stop
embarrassing your guest.
(to table)
Everybody don't laugh at him, you're being
polite, I understand, you mean well, but
it just encourages him.
As the white folks chuckle, Stephen moves back into the kitchen.
Once Stephen enters the kitchen, his smile melts away, and he locks
eyes on Broomhilda. He moves over to her.
STEPHEN
You know that nigger?
STEPHEN
Don't stall me bitch, you know who?
BROOMHILDA
At the table? I don't know him.
STEPHEN
You don't know him?
BROOMHILDA
No.
STEPHEN
You wouldn't lie to me now, would you?
STEPHEN
Okay, if you say so.
DJANGO
Eskimo Joe's a quality nigger, no doubt
about it. But if it was my money, I
wouldn't pay twelve thousand dollars
for him.
Dr.SCHULTZ
What would your price be?
DJANGO
Well, if I was inclined to be generous,
and I don't know why I would be inclined
to be generous .... nine thousand .... maybe.
MOGUY
But the real question is, not how much
he cost, but how much he can earn?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Django?
DJANGO
In a years time, seven or eight fights -
outside of Mississippi - where his Candyland
pedigree weren't well known - Virginia •..
(CON' T)
DJANGO
(CON'T)
Georgia - all goes well ... twenty to twenty
one thousand dollars.
CALVIN CANDIE
Precisely Bright Boy, good on ya. Any way
you cut that cake, that spells profit.
Not to. mention a years worth of action at
the big table in a blood sport with a
winner nigger. However let me reclarify
how this whole negotiation came about.
It wasn't me who came to you to sell a
nigger, it was you who approached me to
buy one. Now that nine thousand dollar
figure Bright Boy was banding about,
ain't too far off from right. And if I
wanted to sell Eskimo Joe for that, I
could sell 'em any day of the week.
But like you said in Greenville doctor,
I don't wanna sell 'em. It was only your
ridiculous offer of twelve thousand
dollars that would make me consider it.
Dr.SCHULTZ
You know Monsieur Candie •••• you do possess
the power of persuasion.
Then SUDDENLY Schultz SLAPS the table hard with his hand, and says;
Dr.SCHULTZ
Why not! Monsieur Candie, you have a deal,
Eskimo Joe, twelve thousand dollars!
Dr.Schultz continues;
Dr.SCHULTZ
However, that is a tremendous amount of
money. And the way you have your Mr.Moguy,
I have a lawyer, a persnickety man named
Tuttle. And I would need my man to draw
up a legal contract before I would feel
comfortable exchanging that amount of
money for fiesh. Not to mention having
Eskimo Joe examined by a physician of my
choosing. So say I return in about five
days time with my Mr.Tuttle. And then my
Mr.Tuttle and your Mr.Moguy can hash out
the finer points between themselves.
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CALVIN CANDIE
Splendid.
(calling to
the kitchen)
Stephen, time for dessert!
Stephen, Cora, Broomhilda, and the other Domestics come out of the
kitchen to clear away the dirty dishes.
BROOMHILDA
Can I take away your dishes, Monsieur Candie?
CALVIN CANDIE
Yes you may, Hildi.
CALVIN CANDIE
So Hildi, how you like servin at the big
table in the big house?
BROOMHILDA
I like it a lot Monsieur Candie.
CALVIN CANDIE
It's a lot better then sizzling in that
hot box, or draggin' your ass through a
bramble bush, ain't it?
BROOMHILDA
Yes 'em.
STEPHEN
You know Monsieur Candie, the doctor might
be interested in seein' Hildi's "peeled"
back. Seein' as he don't see many niggers
where he from.
CALVIN CANDIE
(to Schultz)
When you was alone with Hildi here, didja
just speak German, or did ya git her
clothes off?
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Dr.SCHULTZ
We just spoke.
CALVIN CANDIE
So you haven't seen her back?
Dr.SCHULTZ
No I haven't.
CALVIN CANDIE
Then Stephen's right, you would probably
find this interesting. Hildi, take off
your dress, and show us your back.
LARA LEE
Calvin, I just got her all dressed up
and looking nice.
CALVIN CANDIE
But Lara Lee, Dr.Schultz is from Dusseldorf,
they don't got niggers there. And he's a
man of medicine. I'm sure it would
fascinate him, the niggers endurance for
pain. I mean Hildi got something like
fifteen lashes on her back. Lara Lee get
one, she'd lose her mind. These niggers
are tough, no doubt about it.
LARA LEE
Calvin, we are eating - dessert, no less.
Ain't no one wanna see her whipped up back.
Candie folds.
CALVIN CANDIE
Okay okay Lara. Maybe after dinner.
During the brandies.
Broomhilda - dismissed - takes Calvin's dishes and heads back into the
kitchen.
Stephen takes one more look at Django, and follows Broomhilda behind
the kitchen door.
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STEPHEN
I thought you said you didn't know him?
Broomhilda turns around.
BROOMHILDA
Huh?
Stephen approaches her, the other Domestics get quiet and watch.
STEPHEN
I said, you said, you didn't know him?
BROOMHILDA
I don't.
STEPHEN
Yes you do.
BROOMHILDA
Mister Stephen, I don't.
STEPHEN
Why you lyin to me?
BROOMHILDA
I ain't.
STEPHEN
Why you cryin'?
BROOMHILDA
Because you're scarin' me.
STEPHEN
Why am I scarin' you?
BROOMHILDA
Because you're scary.
Things have become so tense and quiet in the kitchen, that the dinner
table conversation begins to bleed inside.
Dr.SCHULTZ (OS)
.•. to speak German.with Hildi this
afternoon was positively soul enriching.
('
Stephen hears this, he's starting to get the idea.
IZ.L.
STEPHEN
You, stay in the kitchen.
Dr.SCHULTZ
You indicated earlier you would be
willing to part with Hildi?
CALVIN CANDIE
Yes siree bob I did.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Well in that case allow me to propose
another proposition?
STEPHEN
- Monsieur Candie?
CALVIN CANDIE
Stephen, you just interrupted Dr.Schultz.
STEPHEN
(to Dr.Schultz)
Oh, I do apologize, doctor. My hearin'
ain't worth a damn these days.
(to Candie)
Monsieur Candie, I need a word with you in
the kitchen.
CALVIN CANDIE
What, you mean get outta my chair?
STEPHEN
If you could manage it. It's about dessert.
CALVIN CANDIE
What about dessert?
STEPHEN
I would rather tell you in private.
CALVIN CANDIE
We're having rhubarb pie, what sort of
melodrama could be brewing back there?
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STEPHEN
Meet me in the library.
CALVIN CANDIE
Fine friend Stephen, I'll be along momentarily.
Stephen exits.
CALVIN CANDIE
Well as you can see, talented no doubt as
they are in the kitchen, from time to
time, adult supervision is required.
If you'll excuse me a moment.
Candie exits.
When WE CUT TO this room, we cut to Stephen sitting in one of the red
leather chairs, drinking a brandy out of a brandy sifter.
Calvin enters the room, sees Stephen sitting in the chair, drinking his
brandy, and doesn't bat an eye. It appears, in this room, Calvin's and
Stephen's life long friendship exits on a different plane. Outside of
outside eyes, in this room, all pretense of master and slave is
dropped, and the number one and number two men of Candyland can talk.
turkey.
CALVIN CANDIE
What's the matter?
STEPHEN
Those motherfuckers ain't here tO buy no
mandingos. They want that girl.
CALVIN CANDIE
What the hell you talkin' about?
STEPHEN
They playin your ass for a fool, that's
what I'm talkin' bout. They ain't here
for no muscle bound jimmie, they here for
that girl.
I iO"f'
CALVIN CANDIE
What girl, Hildi?
STEPHEN
Yeah, Hildi. The niggers know each other.
CALVIN CANDIE
He just bought Eskimo Joe.
STEPHEN
Did he give you any money?
CALVIN CANDIE
Well not yet, but -
STEPHEN
- Then he didn't buy diddly, not yet no
how. But he was just about to buy, who he
came here to buy, when I interrupted him.
Thank you Stephen - you're welcome Calvin.
CALVIN CANDIE
Where you gettin' all this? Why would they
go through all that trouble, to. buy a
nigger with a chewed up back, ain't worth
five hundred dollars?
STEPHEN
Well they're doin' it cause Django's in
love with Hildi. She's probably his wife.
Now why that German gives a fuck about
who that uppity son-of~a-bitch is in love
with, I'm sure I don't know.
CALVIN CANDIE
If she's who they want, why the whole
snake oil pitch about mandingos?
STEPHEN
Because you wouldn't pay no never mind
to four hundred dollar. But twelve
thousand got you real friendly.
CALVIN CANDIE
Those lyin' goddamn.time wastin'
sonsabitches!
(louder)
Sonsabitches! You just watch, I'm gonna
fix their wagon but. good! Stephen, we
gonna have us a Candyland tar and
feathering!
STEPHEN·
Now Calvin •.. not that I wouldn't enjoy
seein' something like that •..• but why
don't you sit down and let's talk about this.
CALVIN CANDIE
I let a goddamn nigger and nigger lovin'
huckster insinuate themselves at my
dinner table, and play this whole goddamn
plantation for a fool!
STEPHEN
Calm-the-fuck-down, sit down, and let's
discuss this.
STEPHEN
Now look, you knew, and I knew, there
was something up with these two. We just
didn't know what. But now we do. They
don't want you to know how bad they want
that girl. But these ole boys.have rode
a lotta miles, went to a whole lotta
trouble, and done spread a whole lotta
bull to get this girl. They must want her
mighty bad. Way I see it, ain't nothin'
changed. They wanna buy a nigger, you
wanna sell a nigger.The only thing done
changed is the advantage.
(beat)
Now we got it. So let's go back in there
and busts these motherfucker's chops.
The Dinner Table Guests listen to Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly hold court
melodramatically ..•• Till ..•• Calvin Candie enters the room from the
kitchen door.
Lara Lee, oblivious to her brothers change in demeanor, blurts out upon
seeing him·;
LARA LEE
There you are! I was beginning to think
you and that ol' crow ran off together.
CALVIN CANDIE
That'd be a hellva note, wouldn't it
Lara Lee?
(CON'T)
,z,
CALVIN CANDIE
(CON'T)
Lara Lee, I just looked out the big winda.
Ace Woody's out there dealin' with some
shady slaver sellin' a passel of Ponys.
Would you be a dear and go out there and
give them gals an eyeball. That ol' boy
knows everything to know 'bout mandingos,
But he don't know diddly 'bout black puddin'.
Lara Lee excuses herself and leaves the room, as she goes out,
Bartholomew, with his Sawed Off Shotgun, comes in behind Schultz and
Django.
CALVIN CANDIE
Can I ask you two gentlemen to look over
your shoulder?
Schultz and Django do, and see Bartholomew with his sawed off shotgun
pointing at them.
Calvin Candie removes his arm from behind his back, and in his hand
he's holding a big ugly hammer.
CALVIN CANDIE
Now lay your palms flat on the table top.
CALVIN CANDIE
Now you lift those palms off that turtle
shell table top, Bartholomew gonna let
loose with both barrels of that sawed off.
There's been a lotta lies said around this
table tonight .•• but that ••• you can believe.
(beat)
Mr.Moguy, would you be so kind as to collect
the pistols hangin' on those boys hips?
Mr.Moguy does.
CALVIN CANDIE
Now where were we? Oh yes, I do believe you
were just getting ready to make me a
proposition to buy Broomhilda. Right?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Right.
CALVIN CANDIE
(yelling to
Stephen)
Stephen! Bring out Hildi!
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Stephen enters the dining room through the kitchen door, holding
roughly in his grip, Broomhilda. He holds a small Derringer pistol
against the side of her head.
CALVIN CANDIE
Now it should be quite clear by now I know
you're not here to buy no mandingos.
Reason y'all came to Candyland, is y'all
want Broomhilda. But y'all don't want me
to know how much you want 'er. So instead,
you waste my time with all this Eskimo Joe
horseshit.
(to Stephen)
Stephen, put her in that chair.
With their palms against the table, unarmed, Django and Schultz
silently watch Candie's next move.
CALVIN CANDIE
Now the way I see it, ain't nothin' changed.
You still wanna buy a nigger, I still wanna
sell one. So, with that in mind, in Greenville,
Dr.Schultz, you yourself said, "For the Right
Nigger you'd be willing to pay what some would
consider a ridiculous amount." To which, me
myself said, "What is your definition of
ridiculous?" To which you said, "Twelve
thousand dollars."
Now considering you two have ridden a whole
lotta miles, went to a whole lotta trouble,
and done spread a whole lotta bull, to
purchase the lovely lady to my left, it would
appear that Broomhilda is, "The Right Nigger."
And if y'all wanna leave Candyland with
Broomhilda, the price is twelve thousand dollars.
Dr.SCHULTZ
I take it you prefer the take it or leave
it style of negotiating.
CALVIN CANDIE
Under the laws of Chickasaw County,
Broomhilda is my property. And I can do
anything with my property I so desire.
r' He brings the big hammer down hard on the dinner table, making
everybody jump.
12!
CALVIN CANDIE
And if you think my price for this nigger
is too steep, what I'm gonna desire to do
is, take this hammer and beat her ass to
death with it. Right in front of both y'all.
CALVIN CANDIE
Put up or shut up, Schultz. You wanna save
this nigger bitch, you gonna pay my price.
Dr.SCHULTZ
May I lift my hands' from the table top in
order to remove my billfold?
CALVIN CANDIE
Yes you may.
Dr.Schultz removes his long brown leather billfold from his gray suit
jacket, and says;
Dr.SCHULTZ
Easy come, easy go.
He slides the billfold down the table to Candie. The plantation owner
takes out the money, does a quick count, then looks down the table at
./'. the seated Schultz, and says;
CALVIN CANDIE
Pleasure doin' business with you.
TIME CUT
Broomhilda stands next to Django, and watches her Master sign her
freedom papers.
All the white people with Calvin Candie are happy and celebrate
Candie's successes with glasses of Brandy. Lara Lee, Ace Woody, and
Brown and Cody have joined the·celebration.
The Other domestics bring out little plates of rhubarb pie, and buzz
around pouring coffee for the white people.
CALVIN CANDIE
(to Schultz)
Rhubarb pie? ·
Dr.SCHULTZ
No.
CALVIN CANDIE
Are you brooding 'bout me getting the best
of ya?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Actually, I was thinking of that poor
devil you fed to the dogs today, D'Artagnan.
And I was wondering what Dumas would make of
all this.
Calvin hands the doctor the two pieces of paper he needs. Broomhilda's
bill of sale, and her freedom papers. As he says the following he
examines he papers.
CALVIN CANDIE
Dumas ..• ?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Alexander Dumas. He wrote "The Three Musketeers."
I figured you must be an admirer. You named
your slave after that novel's lead character.
If Alexander Dumas had been there today, I
wonder what he would of made of it?
CALVIN CANDIE
You doubt he'd approve?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Yes his approval would be a dubious proposition
at best.
CALVIN CANDIE
Soft hearted Frenchy?
Dr.SCHULTZ
Alexander Dumas is black.
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f' Schultz rises, puts the papers in his back pocket, looks to his two
companions, Django and Broomhilda, and says;
Dr.SCHULTZ
We got it, let's go.
{to Candie)
Normally Monsieur Candie, I would say,
auf wiedersehen. But since what auf wiedersehen
actually means is, till I see you again,
and since I never wish to see you again,
to you sir, I say, goodbye.
CALVIN CANDIE
One more moment, Doc!
Dr.SCHULTZ
What?
CALVIN CANDIE
It's a custom here in the South, once a
business deal is concluded, for the two
parties to shake hands. It implies good
faith.
Dr.SCHULTZ
I'm not from the South.
He turns to leave.
CALVIN CANDIE
You're in my house, doctor, I'm afraid
I must insist.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Insist what ..• ? That I shake your hand
before I leave? Then I'm afraid I must
insist in the opposite direction.
CALVIN CANDIE
You know what I think you are?
Dr.SCHULTZ
What you think I am? No I don't.
I~ I"
CALVIN CANDIE
I think you are a bad loser.
Dr.SCHULTZ
And I think you're an abysmal winner.
CALVIN CANDIE
Never the less, here in Chickasaw County
a deal ain't done till the two parties have
shook hands. Even after all this paper
signin', don't mean shit you don't shake my hand.
Dr.SCHULTZ
If I don't shake your hand, you're gonna throw
away twelve thousand dollars ... ?
I don't think so.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Let's go.
CALVIN CANDIE
Bartholomew, if she tries to leave here
before this German shakes my hand.
Cut 'er down.
... and then with a smile on his face, and a twinkle in his eye, asks
Candie;
Dr.SCHULTZ
You really want me to shake your hand?
CALVIN CANDIE
I insist.
Dr.Schultz smiles.
Dr.SCHULTZ
Well, if you insist.
POP!
Candie has a look of shock as blood explodes from his heart, and he
falls to the floor.
Everybody is stunned.
Dr.SCHULTZ
(to Django)
I'm sorry. I couldn't resist.
The room comes to its senses and attacks Django and Broomhilda.
FADE TO BLACK
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The soles of Django's bare feet. A rope is tied around the ankles, and
it's obvious he's been strung up, upside down.
The CAMERA moves down his naked body, down his legs (we see his wrists
are bound with ropes to his thigh), down his bare buttocks, down his
whip scarred back, to the back of his head which hovers just about
three inches from the barn yard wooden floor.
Eight year old stable boy, Timmy, wipes the unconscious Django's face
with a wet rag. They are all alone in the b;rn.
TIMMY
(shhh's him)
Act like you still sleepin' •.
DJANGO
Where's Broomhilda?
TIMMY
Who?
DJANGO
Hildi, the slave girl that ran away a
couple of days ago. They had her in The
Hot Box.
TIMMY
I don't know 'bout no girl.
DJANGO
How 'bout that German white man I came
here with?
TIMMY
Oh he's dead. His body's over there.
Django twists upside down on the rope, and sees the corpse of his
friend King Schultz dead on the filthy barn yard floor. The sight of
the lifeless carcass of the doctor fills Django with pain and anger.
Upon seeing Ace, Timmy hightails it out of there, Ace throws an empty
bucket at the fleeing boy.
ACE WOODY
(' Git on outta here, boy!
~. Django, slightly ..swaying to and fro from the rope, looks upside down
at Ace Woody, all dressed up in a black suit with a string tie, which
makes him look a bit like Wyatt Earp.
ACE WOODY
So y'all bounty hunters, .huh?
ACE WOODY
I knew there was something fishy 'bout, y'all.
We found your wanted posters and book of figures
in your saddle bags. I gotta say, ain't never·
heard of no black bounty hunter before. A black
boy paid to kill white men? How did ya like that
line of work?
DJANGO
Well, it turns out I was a natural.
ACE WOODY
Boy, people 'round here are cross wit you.
Ace Woody pulls up a tiny milking stool, and sits down on it, a body
length from the hanging man.
ACE WOODY
See Boss Man was a rather beloved f·igure
'round here. Now he's dead as fried chicken,
everyone 'round here blames you.
Ace Woody opens his black suit jacket, we see not only does he wear a
gun and holster around his waist, he carries a HUGE BOWIE KNIFE in a
shoulder holster. He removes the big blade from its sheath.
ACE WOODY
Yep, Boss Man's gone. Poor Calvin. Poor
goddamn Calvin. We're burnin' him in a few
hours. At sunset. Should be real pretty.
However .... ! don't think you're gonna be
able to attend.
... IT LANDS stuck in the wooden barn yard floor, four inches from
Django's face.
Ace Woody slowly rises up from the tiny milking stool, and slowly walks
the length of the floor between him and Django, pulls the blade out of
r'' the floor, and walks back to his stool, and sits back down.
•... this time IT LANDS in the floor two inches from Django's face.
He walks the same path from the knife and back to the tiny stool.
As he does he says;
ACE WOODY
Now when it comes to making a nigger regret
the error of his ways, believe me when I
tell you, I know every goddamn trick in the
book. Now there's a lotta ass busters out
there try an' git creative with the way they
bust ass. But me .... I always found the best
methods are, tried and true.
... and the knife LANDS in the floor, right where Django's head was.
Ace Woody stands up, walks the floor to the Bowie, yanks it out of the
wood, and straightens up, standing right beside the hanging upside down
naked black man. Ace talks confide.ntially to the bound man at his
mercy.
ACE WOODY
You know Blackie, here at Candyland, I had
me a real sweet deal. These last eleven years
training Calvin's mandingos I made me more
money I made my whole goddamn life.
And no end in sight, neither.
(beat)
Then you came along. Knocked me right off
that perch I was sittin' pretty on. You think
Miss Lara gonna be as .interested in
mandingos as her brother?
Uuummmm..• I don't think so. What I think,
is you done fucked up my good thang.
So when it comes to you, Django boy, you
could say I gotta axe to grind.
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r·- He grabs a handfull of Django' s genitals in his fist. He takes his big
Bowie, and places the razor sharp BLADE against Django's nut sack.
Django dances at the end of the rope like live bait on a fishing pole.
ACE WOODY
How's the blade of that Bowie feel against
your ball sack, Blackie? A Bowie right off
the wet stone. Now that's what I call sharp.
ACE WOODY
Yep nigger, I'm gonna snip them nuts.
(breath)
On the count of three.
Django screams:
DJANGO
NO! ! ! !
ACE WOODY
ONE••••..•..
DJANGO
NO DON'T DO IT!!!!!
ACE WOODY
Got ta do it, boy. TWO....•
DJANGO
NO! ! ! ! !
STEPHEN
Cap't, Miss Lara lookin' for you. She wanna
talk about the Old Man's funeral.
Qh, and she changed her mind 'bout snippin'
Django. She gonna give 'em to the LeQuint
Dickey people.
While still keeping a firm grip on Django's junk, Ace Woody says;
ACE WOODY
Well she didn't waste a minute tellin' me.
Ace Woody looks down at Django, both men get over the aborted emotion
of what almost happened.
ACE WOODY
(to Django)
How disappointing.
,,,
ACE WOODY
(to Stephen)
Where she at?
STEPHEN
She in the big house. The kitchen.
Ace turns to leave, Stephen goes over to a big fiery furnace in the
blacksmith barn, and begins poking a LONG POKER which lies buried in
the fire.
ACE WOODY
You gonna look after our friend?
STEPHEN
Oh yes sirree Bob, you know I am!
01' Snowball and a certain naked ass
upside down nigger we both know, gonna
have us a big ol' chat.
He removes the big black poker from the furnaces fire, it's RED HOT END
GLOWS ORANGE.
STEPHEN
Snowballs just makin' sure his talking
stick is all nice and FROSTY.
Just Stephen with a red hot poker, and naked, bound upside down Django,
alone.
With the red hot poker in his hand Snowball approaches the naked
hanging Django.
STEPHEN
I bet you an' that German thought y'all was
on easy street for awhile - didn't ya?
Y'all track Hildi to the Old Man.
You get the idea to go to Greenville -
look up the Ole Man there.
(breath)
That was a good idea. I bet y'all couldn't
believe how easy it was. You meet Moguy, he
buys your horseshit. Ya' git your ass invited
to Candyland, no fuss no muss. Ya' ride the
whole way to the plantation, no one the wiser.
Then ya' ride in to Candyland - ride your
goddamn horses right up to the motherfucking
Big House.
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STEPHEN
(beat)
And that's where you met me. And that's when
you knew your goose was cooked.
He TOUCHES Django's NIPPLE with the ORANGE HOT TIP of the poker.
Unlike a lot of movie hero's, Django doesn't take torture silently and
stoically. This shit fucking hurts, so you best believe he screams his
fucking ass off, and twists in agony when he gets touched by the orange
tip of that red hot poker.
STEPHEN
Now that fancy talkin' white man of yours
didn't know what's what. He still thought his
ass hadda chance. But like the One-Eyed Charly
you are, you always know the end is .near
'fore the white folks.
With the ORANGE HOT poker, he BURNS OFF Django's other NIPPLE.
The smell of burned flesh smokes in the air. Stephen makes a show of
breathing it in his nostrils.
STEPHEN
Damn Nigger, you smell good.
STEPHEN
You know, when you was sittin' on that feather
bed in the guest room in the Big House -
After you slapped my ass to the floor -
You were sayin' something 'bout my BARE BLACK
ass, and how you were gonna BUST IT.
Remember that, Bright Boy?
He places the HOT ORANGE END OF THE POKER hard against Django's BARE
buttocks.
Django SCREAMS!
Stephen LAUGHS.
Stephen walks away and sticks the poker back in the fire. He goes
through Django's clothes and pulls out his tan pants. He tosses them on
the floor by the hanging man.
STEPHEN
You leavin', that's what you can take
with you.
Stephen walks over to the hanging upside down man, and as he talks to
~'·. him, he begins fondling Django' s genitals ..
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STEPHEN
Now you were quite the topic of conversation
for the last few hours. Seemed like folks
never had a bright idea in their life, was
comin' up with different ways to kill your
ASS. Now most of 'dem ideas involved fuckin
wit your fun parts. But while that might SEEM
like a good idea. Truth is, once ya snip a
niggers nuts, most bleed out. Then I say;
"Hells bells, the niggers we send to LeQuint
Dickey, got it worse then that." Then they're,
"Let's whip 'em to death," "Throw 'em to the
11
rnandingos, "Feed 'em to Stonesipher's dogs. 11
STEPHEN
So Miss Lara got the bright idea of givin'
your ass to The LeQuint Dickey Mining Company.
And as a slave of The LeQuint Dickey Mining
Company, hence forth, till the day you die,
you will be swinging a sledgehammer, all day,
every day, turning big rocks into little rocks.
And trust me when I tell you it's gonna be
'bout as much fun as it sounds. We sell 'em
the mandingos ain't good for nuttin' no more.
Like them three y'all came back with. For them
big garboons we get twenty a piece. They last
'bout six months. Skinny nigger like you,
I give two or three.
DJANGO
Where's Broomhilda?
STEPHEN
She's all right for now. Miss Lara
soft hearted on 'er. She gave her
to Billy Crash. He was sweet on 'er.
Now Billy Crash might not look or
smell too good, but ain't nobody
gonna bother her.
CUT TO
EXT - CANDYLAND- AFTERNOON
The Caravan coming from The LeQuint Dickey Mining Company comes riding
up to the plantation. It comes equipped with one CAGE WAGON (from a
prison), ONE white trash PECKAWOODnamed FLOYD to drive the wagon, a
2nd white trash PECKAWOODnamed ROY to ride lead horse, and a white
trash PECKAWOODnamed JANO to bring up the rear riding horses ass, plus
a pack horse that carries dynamite for the mine.
The three peckawoods, who all talk with thick Australian accents, have
stopped the caravan and are having a powwow.
ROY
It's chaos 'round here. Some bastard shot
the big boss. Let's git the niggers and
git out.
FLOYD
You blacks line up.
They do.
FLOYD
What's your names?
CHESTER
Chester.
CHICKEN CHARLY
Chicken Charly.
RODNEY
Rodney.
FLOYD
I'm Floyd, this is Roy, and that's Jano.
(pointing at
Chester's bundle)
What's that?
CHESTER
It's my stuff.
FLOYD
Throw it in the dirt.
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,,,--,. All three throw their only belongings in the dirt. Floyd takes the ·hat
off of Chester's head and sails it away. As well as ripping the
corncob pipe out of Chicken Charly's mouth and tossing it in the dirt.
FLOYD
(to Chicken Charly)
You won't be doin' much smokin' mate.
(to all three)
You. are now the property of The LeQuint
Dickey Mining Company. Git in the cage.
This is going to be worse then the three even thought. They climb into
the cage wagon. Floyd locks it behind them.
Roy, the head Aussie, pays Billy Crash for the slaves, when we hear Ace
Woody call out;
Ace Woody comes walking out of the barn with Django, shirtless and
barefoot (just like we met him at beginning of the story), wearing his
old tan pants, and his wrists bound by a rope.
ROY
We can't use that skinny bastard.
ACE WOODY
We got an arraignment with Mr.Dickey to take
punishment niggers from time to time.
ROY
No one tole' me 'bout no arraignment.
ACE WOODY
Well if Mr.Dickey ain't takin' you into his
confidence, I'm sure I don't know why.
ROY
Look, no one tole' me 'bout -
ACE WOODY
- No, you look peckawood, this nigger got Boss
Candie killed. And we want his ass punished.
Now I know you need our bucks. So.unless you
wanna ride back to the mine, and tell Mr.Dickey
how and why you fucked up our nice little
business relationship, take this nigger and
hush up about it!
ROY
Fine, stick 'em in the goddamn cage.
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r---, Django sees the three mandingos in the cage. They see him too.
DJANGO
Whoa whoa whoa, you can't put me in there
with them. They'll kill me. What about all
that -turning big rocks into little rocks-
shit y'all was talkin' about? I mean that was
the ia'ea ain't it? You put me in there with
them big ass garboons they kill me on the way.
I mean if that's the idea, that's the idea,
but I didn't think that was the idea.
ACE WOODY
He can't go in there with them.
FLOYD
Why not?
ACE WOODY
They'll kill him.
FLOYD
I don't give a damn.
ACE WOODY
Well we do! He killed the fuckin Boss Man,
we want the mine to grind him to gravel!
ROY
Jano, you're rid.in' horses ass, you take this
black and make sure he keeps up.
JANO
Oh, I'll keep 'em up.
Jano takes the rope tired around Django's wrists and ties the other end
around his saddle horn.
The Caravan makes its way down a dirt road in pretty Chickasaw County.
Stoic Roy riding lead horse, Floyd driving the cage wagon, Rodney,
Chester, and Chicken Charly bouncing around inside the cage wagon, Jano
riding horses ass, and Django being led on foot behind him.
I 'f'2.
DJANGO
(to Jano)
Hey boy!
DJANGO
I said, hey white boy!
JANO
Keep your mouth shut black, you ain't got
nothing to say I wanna hear.
DJANGO
What's he pay you?
JANO
Who?
DJANGO
LeQuint Dickey?
JANO
You gotta few more things to worry about
black boy, then what I get paid.
DJANGO
I ain't worried about it. I'm just curious.
I mean, I'm the property of The LeQuint Dickey
Mining Company, ain't I?
JANO
Yeah.
DJANGO
And y_ou work for The LeQuint Dickey Mining
Company, dont'cha?
JANO
Yeah?
DJANGO
Well, I know how much I'm gettin' paid,
how much you gettin' paid? I mean like
for instance, how much you gettin' paid
for today?
JANO
Look.black, it don't work like that. Dickey
paid for our passage from Australia to here.
We get a little money.to send back home, and
pay him back for the boat trip.
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DJANGO
How long you been here?
JANO
'bout two years.
DJANGO
And you ain't paid him back yet?
JANO
(defensively)
No, not yet!
DJANGO
(laughs)
You a slave too, peckawood. They just bought
your ass for the price of. a boat ride.
At least they didn't charge us for our boat
ride .... ha ha ha ha ..•
JANO
(yelling)
You shut up!
DJANGO
How'd you like to make eleven thousand
dollars?
JANO
What?
DJANGO
How would you like to make eleven thousand
dollars - eleven thousand five hundred,
actually?
ROY
Goddamit Jano, stop fuckin with that black,
and keep up!
DJANGO
Keep riding, just ride slower.
They move forward, with Django walking beside J"ano on his horse.
DJANGO
Back at that plantation Candyland, there
was an eleven thousand five hundred dollar
fortune just sittin there, and y'all rode
right past it.
JANO
You be damned, blackie. We're not bandits.
DJANGO
That's what's nice about this fortune, it's
not illegal. You can't steal it, ya gotta
earn it.
JANO
If you got something to say, say it.
DJANGO
The eleven thousand five hundred dollar fortune
waiting for you back at Candyland, is in the
form of a wanted dead or alive bounty on
Smitty Bacall and the Smitty Bacall Gang.
JANO
Who the fuck is Smitty Bacall?
DJANGO
Smitty Bacall is the leader of a murdering
gang of stagecoach robbers, The Bacall Gang.
There's a seven thousand dollar dead or alive
bounty on him. And one thousand five hundred
dollars for each of his three accomplices,
Dandy Michaels, Gerald Nash, and Crazy Craig Koons.
And all four of them gentlemen are sittin back
there at Candyland •.• laughin their ass off •.•
cause they just got away with murder.
(beat)
But it don't hafta be that way. You and your
mates could get that money.
JANO
Who pays the money?
DJANGO
The Court.
JANO
The Court?
DJANGO
The Austin Texas Courthouse. Oh, and by
the way, the court don't give a damn about
how you kill 'em. You can shoot 'em in the
back, from up on a hill, in the back of
the head, in their sleep - don't matter.
(CON'T)
DJANGO
(CON'T)
Court doesn't care how you do it, just as
long as you do it.
JANO
They pay us to kill 'em?
DJANGO
No. You kill 'em, and they pay you for the
corpse. Get it?
JANO
I think so .... what did these jokers do again?
DJANGO
Killed innocent people in a stagecoach
robbery. I've got the handbill in my pocket.
Django digs into his tan pants and pulls out the folded up Smitty
Bacall handbill that Dr.Schultz told him to hang on to for good luck.
He hands it to Jano.
JANO
What's this?
DJANGO
I told you, it's the handbill for Smitty
Bacall and The Bacall Gang.
DJANGO
Whatsamatter, can't you read?
JANO
I can read, I just don't have my glasses.
I didn't take 'em with me, because I didn't
think I'd be doin much readin' on a nigger run.
DJANGO
What about that cowboy fella in the lead?
JANO
Roy?
DJANGO
Can Roy read?
JANO
Look, get it straight black, I can fuckin
read. I just don't got my glasses.
CUT TO
'It'
EXT - BEAUTIFUL MIS$ISSIPPI COUNTRY TABLEAUX at DUSK
The LeQuint Dickey Mining Co. Caravan has stopped, and pulled over to
the side of the road.
IN THE CAGE
Rodney, Chicken Charly, and Chester sit in the cage, and watch through
the bars this new turn of events without any .clear comprehension of
what they're watching.
What the three caged men are watching is the three Australian mining
company employees and Django, off in the distance (where they can't
hear what they're saying), having some sort of a discussion. That
includes the still bound by the wrists Django showing the three men a
piece of paper.
DJANGO
I ain't no goddamn slave. Do I sound like
a fuckin slave? I'm a bounty hunter.
Yesterday as a free man, I rode into
Candyland on a horse with my white German
partner, Dr.King Schultz. We'd tracked The
Bacall Gang from Texas all the way to
Chickasaw County. Found them laying low at
Candyland. We went in to get 'em, things
went sour. My partner was killed, and Calvin
Candie was shot. Everybody there decided to
blame me, so here I am.
(to Roy)
You know I'm not on the manifest? All of you
know I'm not suppose to be on this trip.
But those four men, are still back there.
They're still wanted. And that eleven thousand
five hundred is still up for grabs. And the
last thing they'd expect is y'all ridin back
and gittin it.
ROY
What's your deal? You tell us who they are
and we let ya go?
·DJANGO
I ain't tellin' who they are. But, you give
me a pistol, and a horse, and five hundred
dollars of that eleven thousand five hundred,
and I'll point 'em out to you.
He's got these greedy sonsabitches right on the hook ••• he just needs
one little push.
I 'I'?
DJANGO
Y'all wanna ask somebody if I'm tellin the
truth, ask them mandingos. You can't put
me in the same cage with them without them
killin me. Why ya think that is? Ask them
am I a Candyland slave, or did I ride in
there on a horse, with a white man, yesterday?
CUT TO
ROY
(reading aloud)
"Wanted, dead or alive. Smitty Bacall and
The Bacall Gang. For murder and stagecoach
robbery. Seven thousand dollars for Bacall.
One thousand five hundred dollars for each
of his gang members •••• " This is a real handbill.
FLOYD
Just because the handbill's real doesn't
mean that other bunch of malarky is.
ROY
Why would a nigger slave have a wanted dead
or alive handbill in his pocket?
ROY
That black's damn convincing.
They get to The Cage O'Men. Roy startles them with a direct question;
ROY
(pointing.behind
him, at Django)
That black ride into Candyland yesterday?
Roy removes the pistol from his belt, cocks back the hammer and points
the barrel at the cage.
ROY
I'm gonna ask again, and remember I don't
like liars. Is he a Candyland slave, or did
he ride in with a white man yesterday?
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CHESTER
Yeah. They walked us from the Greenville
Auction and he rode on a horse with a
white man.
ROY
This white man, was the black his slave?
RODNEY
He weren't no slave.
FLOYD
You sure about that?
RODNEY
Damn sure.
ROY
What happened at Candyland?
CHICKEN CHARLY
Bunch of shootin, master got shot.
ROY
Who shot 'em?
ROY
And why did he do that?
CHICKEN CHARLY
The nigger and the German were actin as if they
were slavers, but they weren't.
ROY
What were they?
RODNEY
Bounty hunters.
FLOYD
Goddamn Roy, this could be big.
(to the Slaves)
Do you know who Smitty Bacall is?
I l.fl
ROY
(barking at Floyd)
They wouldn't go by their outlaw names
you idiot!
CUT TO
ROY
Okay black, you gotta deal.
Jano reacts.
DJANGO
I got one more condition.
ROY
What?
DJANGO
When we get there, when the time comes,
you let me help you kill 'em.
Roy whips out a big knife, and cuts the rope around Django's wrists.
ROY
(laughing)
You got a deal, black.
Django interrupts -
DJANGO
You gotta deal, mate.
Roy really laughs this time. As does Django and the other two Aussies.
ROY
You're all right for a black fella!
The CAGE
Rodney, Chicken Charly, and Chester watch the sight of the white men
cutting the ropes that bound the black man's wrists, as well as them
all sharing a laugh, with wonderment. "Who is this Nigger?"
ROY
We'll give you that pack horse.
DJANGO
What's them saddle bags filled with?
FLOYD
Dynamite.
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DJANGO
I .ain't ridin no horse with no goddamn
dynamite on his back!
ROY
{chuckle chuckle)
Yeah, I can see why. Jano take those sticks
off that horse, and stick 'em in the nigger
cage.
Jano does this, lifting two out of four bags filled with.dynamite off
the pack horse, and walking to the cage wagon, unlocking the cage door,
and placing the bags inside. The Black Men in the cage don't like this
at all.
Jano removes the last of the dynamite filled saddle bags from Django's
horse, throws them over his shoulders, and begins walking back to The
Cage Wagon.
DJANGO
Where's my pistol?
ROY
Floyd, you got that rifle on the wagon, give
'em your gun and your belt.
Floyd unbuckles his gun belt, gun and all, folds it up, and walks over
to Django handing it to him. Django accepts it.
FLOYD
Now don't drop it now. I just had the sights
fixed last month, it's perfect.
DJANGO
That's good to know.
Without taking the pistol out 0£ the gunbelt, DJANGO SHOOTS FLOYD TWICE
in the chest •.•.
•.•.. BAM.•• ROY is HIT in the UPPER BRAIN AREA and £alls to the grass
dead.
Django SHOOTS ONE OF THE SADDLE BAGS over .Jano's shoulder ••• KAHBOOM!!!!!
· IS/
THEN.•...
A sudden GUST OF WIND comes and BLOWS all the smoke and dust away,
REVEALING in bright color focus ....
... DJANGO standing among the two dead Aussies, and whatever is left of
Jano.
He's shoeless and shirtless, but Floyd's pistol and gunbelt sit
wrapped around his waist.
He then moves towards the wagon, and unhooks the mine company beast,
and climbs aboard him bareback.
He leans over and snatches the RIFLE that Floyd kept on the wagon seat
r'· next to him.
Grabbing a fistful of the horses mane, he digs his heels into the
beast's side. The pack animals SPRINGS TO LIFE under the new rider. By
now it should be apparent that Django brings the best out of horses, and
horses bring the best out of Django.
From his high horse Django looks down at The Three Caged Men ....
. . . . . THEN....
Using the rifle in a QUICK ONE HANDED MOVE he SHOOTS the lock on the
cage door.
DJANGO
Throw up that dynamite.
Django wraps it around the Horse's neck, turns the beast around, and
without saying another word, rides back in the direction of Candyland.
CUT TO
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A GORGEOUS BIG SKY SOUTHERN PURPLE AND ORANGE SUNSET WE PAN DOWNfrom
r' the sky and see in small black silhouette the Funeral Procession of
Calvin Candie carrying the Coffin of the former Master up the hill on
Candyland that leads to the Graveyard.
The first mourner in line is Lara Lee dressed in a fancy black dress,
wide brim black hat, black veil, and ever present black Mammy (Cora)
crying at her side.
CORA
The sky's real pretty Miss Lara. Monsieur
Candie think it real nice.
LARA LEE
Ah, bless you sweet innocent Cora.
The same GORGEOUS SUNSET SKY over the same shitty Tracker shack
-Bunkhouse that Mr.Stonesipher and his three obscure companions share.
The GERMAN SHEPHERDS (including Marsha) rest in the chicken wire kennel
next to the bunkhouse.
The FOUR TRACKERS are missing the funeral, hanging out in the bunkhouse
wearing their beards. Mr.Stonesipher, Lex, and Stew are playing a
mountain card game which looks like poker, except the way you get rid of
your cards is different. Instead of chips they play with, "NIGGER EARS"
(yes, the ears of slaves). On a second viewing the audience may notice
that some of the slaves at Candyland are missing one ear.
INSERT: HORSE HOOFS walking then stopping. Django's bare feet jump on
to the ground.
,- ..
INT - DOG KENNEL - SUNSET
The FOUR DOGS lay out •.•• when, Marsha hears something, and raises her
head ..••
SHIRTLESS DJANGO
moves quietly through the woods.
MARSHA
rises to all fours, to listen and smell. out in the darkness, her three
PALS continue to lay out.
DJANGO BY A TREE
he can see the bunkhouse entrance, the LONG HANDLE AXE buried in the
chopping block, the kennel, and the one dog looking his way.
MARSHA
BARK!
Django disappears.
JAKE
Yeah?
Mr.STONESIPHER
Check on Marsha.
Jake, the one not playing the game, puts aside his hammer, and rises to
check on them (these guys are very sensitive about their dogs).
JAKE
opens the bunkhouse door ••• he sees directly a hundred feet in front of
him, Django standing there with the axe. Just as he reacts ••.•
And with AXE in hand, Django chases and fights with all three trackers,
till after a point where he's CHOPPED DOWN TWO OF THEM, Lex, and Stew,
and now there's only Mr.Stonesipher left.
But Mr.Stonesipher has managed to draw his gigantic BUCK KNIFE, and is
able to fight back against Django. You know Stonesipher's great with a
knife, plus his fighting style is like one of his dogs, attack attack
attack.
The expert Mountain Boy begins SCORING BLADE CUTS on shirtless Django.
The two men fight until they end up losing their weapons. Then it's
just a fight of brute strength, and survival. Mr.Stonesipher is
physically bigger then Django. But if Django's going to save Broomhilda,
not to mention get revenge on all these Candyland motherfuckers, he has
to take Stonesipher's ass out.
This Black Man who has been under the yoke of white man's domination
all his life, and this White Man who feeds black people to dogs, fight
each other for their life.
Django gets his arm around Stonesipher's neck in a headlock, but the
mountain boy is big enough to lift Django. So like a rodeo rider
holding on·to bull for dear life, Django tightens his lock around his
opponents neck. Django gets his hand on the HAMMERJake was building
the birdhouse with, and BRINGS IT CRASHING DOWNON THE TOP OF
STONESIPHER'S HEAD.
He HITS HIM ONE MORE TIME WITH THE HAMMERTO l<eep him down for good.
r--- The Funeral for Calvin Candie is underway. The Preacher reads some
words over him.
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DJANGO
What ya doin around here, boy?
TIM.MY
I was just walkin' by.
DJANGO
Wanna help me out?
TIMMY
Sure.
DJANGO
My woman, Hildi, is with Billy Crash.
You know where his shack is?
TIMMY
Sure do.
DJANGO
You show me?
TIMMY
Will I get in trouble?
DJANGO
Not by the time I get through killin'
everybody.
Timmy has never heard a black man talk like that. He believes him.
TIMMY
I'll show ya.
THEN..... .
Django turns towards the barking dogs. He turns back to Timmy and asks;
DJANGO
You know what toadstools look like?
TIMMY
Sure do.
DJANGO
Go pick me a mess of 'em.
INSERT:· DJANGO stirring a big pot of BEEF STEW with a wooden spoon in
the tracker shack.
He tosses the tiny bits of poisoned shrooms into the beefy sauce, and
mixes it up with the spoon.
Django throws the pot of poisoned beef stew over the top of the kennel.
The Angry Dogs, are nevertheless', still dogs, and greedily scarf up
the stew.
Django watches them wolf down their ultimate agony with a smile.
DJANGO
You bit your last nigger, bitch? Bite on that.
DJANGO
First things first, boy. Take me to my horse.
Timmy brings Django to the stable on the Candyland grounds. Django goes
straight up to the stall housing Tony and says hello. Tony's happy to
see him. Django feeds him an apple he picked along the way for him.
DJANGO
Saddle up Fritz and Tony.
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DJANGO
Now, boy!
Djarigo bends down ·over the body of Dr. Schultz, he takes Broomhilda' s
bill of sale and freedom papers out of his·back pocket. He also
searches for and £inds Schultz's hidden DERRINGER, he keeps it in a
holster around his ankle.
TIMMY
Do you feel bad for your friend?
DJANGO
Yeah, · I do.
TIMMY
I know just how ya feel. I lost a white
friend once. He drowned in the lake.
He goes over to his pile of clothes~ which still lie next to the
furnace. He Puts on his boots. His Green Jacket over his bare chest.
And finally his hat.
The service is over, everybody is hugging each other and holding hands,
and beginning to leave.
Billy Crash is in bed fucking Broomhilda. She doesn't wail, she doesn't
make any whimpering sounds, but.her eyes constantly water.
BILLY CRASH
It's gonna be real nice 'round here now
the 'ol man's gone.
(CON'T)
BILLY CRASH
(fucks)
Would you stop your galdarn cryin'!
BROOMHILDA
I can't.
BILLY CRASH
Now girl, I'm tryin' to be nice.
BROOMHILDA
I can't help it! I'm really sad!
BILLY CRASH
Well goddamit, you're a nigger! Life is sad
for niggers! Git use to it!
(calming down)
Look you know Me, Hildi. I'm an ass buster
from way back. But you kn.ow I've always been
sweet on you. I don't wanna bust your ass.
So don't make me! Now I'm gonna go shit.
You calm down.
~·.
He exits the shack to go the outhouse, leaving Broomhilda alone.
WE MOVE INTO A CLOSE UP OF BROOMHILDA lying on the bed. She cries for
Django, she cries for herself ....
. . . • THEN...... .
And through the spaces in the wooden planks that act as walls in Billy
Crash's shack, she sees a figure fall to the ground.
Then she sees another figure through the wooden pl·anks move towards the
front door.
CU BROOMHILDA
Her face, stained with tears, watches the door.
BROOMHILDA
(softly)
Yes?
THERE HE IS,
she runs into his arms.
The TWO OLD SLAVE.GRAVE DIGGERS are throwing the first shovelfuls of
dirt on Monsieur Calvin J. Candie's coffin.
The participants of this ritual, begin to move away from the grave. The
funeral is a private affair, just the Candie Family Unit, some of the
overseers, and the slaves. No one from town, except the Preacher.
The SLAVE MOURNERS begin to move towards their living area, all saying
good.bye to Miss Lara. Miss Lara makes a big show of saying goodbye to
them.
A little cognizant .of the Candie Family unit begin the walk off the
hill back to the big house.
Django with Broomhilda. Billy Crash lies dead in the B.G., Stonesipher's
Buck Knife buried deep in his chest. He hands Broomhilda her papers.
DJANGO
Here's your bill of sale, and freedom papers.
No matter what happens to me, hold on to these
and get out of the south.
BROOMHILDA
What's gonna happen to you?
DJANGO
Ain't nuttin' gonna happen to me honey,
I'm just sayin'. Now go to the stable, little
Timmy's got our horses saddled. Your horse is
named Fritz. He's a damn fine horse. Meet me
around the side of the big house.
BROOMHILDA
But what about you -
DJANGO
- Don't worry about me. I'll see.you, with
Timmy and the horses, by the big house.
Django looks up and sees the silhouettes of the funeral party walking
/'· down hill heading back for the big house.
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The Family unit of The Late Calvin Candie and his sister Lara Lee walk
back to The Big House for a drink. This Candie Family Unit consists of:
CORA (unarmed) her mammy, walks with Miss Lara, holding her hand.
ACE WOODY (armed with a gun belt around his hip) dressed in his Wyatt
Earp like funeral black suit, with the string tie, walks by himself.
LEONIDE MOGUY (armed with a gun belt around his hip) walks by himself.
BROWN and JINGLE BELLS CODY (both armed with guns on their hips) both
dressed slightly like cowboy peacocks, walk together.
and finally,
This CANDIE FAMILY UNIT walk to The Big House for a few post funeral
drinks.
They enter the lawn in front of The Big House, and head for the front
door.
Broomhilda on Fritz and Timmy riding on Tony come along the side of the
property by some shed. They see The Candie Family Unit, all dressed in
their darkest finery, walking towards the front steps of. The Big House.
The woman and little boy stop. But the group of enemies aren't looking
their way.
WHEN.....
As their minds try and grasp with what just happened, their eyes look
up from the ground, and try and see through the smoke and dust.
The· SMOKE and DUST thins a little, and we see inside the smoke the
mansion has been obliterated, but The Big House front steps remain.
In the SMOKE and DUST we begin to see a FIGURE, walking towards them.
CORA attending to Miss Lara sees the FIGURE, then MISS LARA sees it.
ACE WOODY, on the ground, his hand starts to move towards the gun
around his waist.
Then he sees The FIGURE.is carrying something in his left hand ....
... it's Floyd's Winchester, he raises it, and points it at Ace.
The FIGURE steps out of the SMOKE. It's DJANGO dressed in his DJANGO
OUTFIT.
He stands at the top of the front steps of The Big House, looking down
at The Candie Family Unit, all lying on the front lawn, Winchester
rifle held casually in his left hand. His right hand held casually by
the gun on his hip.
As DJANGO looks out at the ten stunned enemies spread out on The Big
House front lawn, and as they look back from the grass at him.
DJANGO
I bet I.know what you're thinkin', Ace Woody?
You' re thinkin' , why didn't I cut off that
niggers nuts when I had the chance? Right?
ACE WOODY
I guess I shoulda'.
DJANGO
Yes you should of.
DJANGO
Everybody stand up!
It's now Django who gives the orders. They stand up quickly.
Django, with the rifle pointing at them, just looks at The Candie
~ Family Unit. Enjoying their collective hatred.
THEN...
Then moves his right hand by his gun belt in his holster, as he takes a
SHOWDOWNSTANCE.
DJANGO looks down from his position at the top of The Big House steps
at the ten people, and says;
DJANGO
All black folks, take ten steps away from
the white folks.
DJANGO
Not you Stephen. You're right where you
belong.
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The Black Folks, Cora, Bartholomew, Samson·, and Goldie begin taking ten
~. steps away from the White Folks and the gunfight.
CORA is "I'm sorry Miss Lara, but I never did nuttin' to that nigger."
DJANGO
(to Stephen)
Let's see if you can handle this as well
as you can my nuts?
DJANGO
(to everybody)
Somebody give Miss Lara a gun.
BROWN
(to Django)
Can I at least cock it for her?
DJANGO
Yep.
BROWN cocks back the hammer of the peacemaker, and puts it in her hand,
and points it towards the ground.
BROWN
(to Lara Lee)
Okay Miss Lara, keep it pointed down till
the shootin' starts. Then bring it up as
fast as you can.
LARA LEE CANDIE-FITZWILLI can't come to grips with what she's.in the
middle of, who she's facing, what's in her hand, or what's about to
happen.
DJANGO
(to the six)
Make your play hillbillies.
BROWN CODY
LARA LEE
ACE WOODYstarts to go for the gun in his holster, and STEPHEN starts
to raise his Derringer.
As soon as Django saw any movement from the six in front of him,
~. Floyd's Pistol was QUICKSILVER FAST in his right hand, as his left hand
FANNED the Pistols Hammer, SHOOTING INSTANTLY all five White People {and
Stephen) standing in front of him.
It was never any contest, they and WE (the audience) just didn't know
HOW GOOD DJANGO was.
FLASH ON
DJANGO showing off his incredible FAST DRAW and ACCURATE MARKSMANSHIP
to Dr.Schultz.
Dr.SCHULTZ
(smiling)
You know what they're going to call you,
my boy? "The fastest gun in the South."
BACK TO SHOWDOWN
DJANGO stands on the top steps of what's left of The Big House, looking
down at The Candie Family Unit, who all lay dead or dying on the
Candyland front lawn.
r-'· All the CANDIE FAMILY UNIT lies on the grass SHOT. But some are still
alive. We HEAR MOANING coming from LARA LEE, CODY, and MOGUY.
The Black Man reaches behind him and comes out with a DYNAMITE STICK.
It EXPLODES.
Finishing off what was left of the Candie Family Unit, not to mention,
blowing the limbs off of many of them.
Django walks down the front steps of The Big House, feeling tremendous
satisfaction in the wrath .he just wroth on Candie and Co.
BROOMHILDA
Hey Big Trouble Maker.
DJANGO
Down, boy.
DJANGO
I tole' you ain't nuttin' gonna happen
to me.
BROOMHILDA
Yes you did.
DJANGO
Girl, you're gonna hafta start trustin' me.
BROOMHILDA
I'll keep that in mind.
1 , Django looks down to Timmy.
DJANGO
Thanks for the help, boy.
He reaches into his saddle bag, and pulls out an apple, and tosses it
down to Timmy.
DJANGO
That's for you. Good luck Tim.
(he points to
the Northern Sky)
The North star, is that one.
DJANGO
You gonna hafta keep up, ya know?
BROOMHILDA
You won't wait for me.
DJANGO
Better not.
BROOMHILDA
You won't.
DJANGO
(smiling)
Better not.
BROOMHILDA
(smiling)
You won't.
They kiss.