DJANGO UNCHAINED Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business, or prepare to get winged!

Calm yourselves gentlemen, I mean you no harm. I'm simply a fellow weary traveler. Good cold evening gentlemen, I'm looking for a pair of slave traders that go by the name of the Speck Brothers. Might that be you? Who wants to know? Well, I do. I'm Dr. King Schultz, this is my horse, Fritz. What kinda doctor? Dentist. Now are you the Speck Brothers, and did you purchase those men at the Greenville slave auction? So what? So, I wish to parley with you. Speak English. Oh, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, it is a second language. Now, amongst your inventory, I've been led to believe, is a specimen I'm keen to acquire. Hello you poor devils! Is there one amongst you, who was formerly a resident of The Carrucan Plantation? I'm from The Carrucan Plantation.

Who said that? What's your name? Django. Then you're exactly the one I'm looking for. Do you know who the Brittle Brothers are? Who are they?

Last chance, fancy pants. Oh, very well... I'm sorry to have put 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. Goddamn son of a bitch!

Big John... You shot Roscoe! Ellis... And you killed Ace! and Raja... sometime they call him Lit'le Raj. They was overseers at Carrucan plantation. Not anymore. Tell me... If you were to see any of these three Gentlemen again, would you recognize them? Hey! Stop talk with 'em like that. Like what? God fucking dammit! Like that! As I was saying, My good man, I'm simply trying to ascertainSpeak English, goddammit! Everybody calm down, Yeah. I'm simply a customer trying to conduct a transaction. I don't care. No sale. Now off wit' you! That iron is nasty business. Oh, don't be ridiculous, o'course they're for sale. Move it. My good man, did you simply get carried away with your dramatic gesture, or are you pointing your weapon at me with lethal intention? Thank you. Django, get up on that horse. Also if I were you, I'd take that winter coat the dear departed Speck left behind. Nigger, don't you touch my brother's coat! Could you hold this for a moment? Sold American! So Mr. Speck, Mr. Speck, how much for young Django here? if you were to see the Brittle Brothers again, you could recognize them? Hey, I only shot your brother once he threatened to shoot me. And I do believe I have one, two, three, four, five witnesses who can attest to that fact. Damn legs busted! 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.

Goddammit! One hundred... ten... twenty... and five... for young Django here. And since you won't be needing it anymore, I'd like to purchase your brother's nag. Also... Mr. Speck, I am afraid I will require a bill of sale. Do you have one? You go to hell, dentist! I thought not. No worries! I come prepared.

Oh, and on the off chance there are any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is that one. Tata. Now wait a minute fellas, let's talk about this. You gotta be reasonable on a situation like this. I'm not a bad guy, look I'm just doing my job! Blueberry, didn't I give you my last apple? Tell you what boys, take me to Lit'le Duck in El Paso, I'll get you your freedom. No. No, please...

Despite that cart, I haven't practiced dentistry in five years. These days I practice a new profession. Bounty Hunter. D'you know what a Bounty Hunter is? No. Well... The way the slave trade deals in human lives for cash, a bounty hunter deals in corpses. Prost. 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 truly have killed him, at which point the authorities pay me the bounty. So... like slavery, it's a flesh-for-cash business. What's a bounty? It's like a reward. You kill people and they give you a reward? Certain people, yeah. Bad people? Aah!

Thank you. What's everybody staring at? This will serve nicely as a bill of sale. Now as to you poor devils... Good morning inn keeper! 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 could lift that beast off the remaining Speck, then carry him to the nearest town. Which would be at least thirtyseven miles back the way you came. Or Two Help! Help! You could unshackle yourselves... take that rifle, put a bullet in his head, bury the two of them deep, and then make your way to a more enlightened area of this country. The choice is yours. What kinda dentist are you? Inn keeper! Remember, get the sheriff, not the marshall. Alas... Now we must act as our own bartender. Sit down, my boy. Two beers for two weary travelers. Ah, it's still a bit early. We won't be open for another hour. By then we'll be servin' breakfast. Wow wow wow wow! What the hell you think you doin', boy? Get that nigger outta here. They never seen a nigger on a horse before.

Badder they are, bigger the reward! Which brings me to you. And I must admit that I'm at a bit

of a quandary when it comes to you. On one hand, I despise slavery. On the other hand...

brother -that's seventy-five dollars, and as if on cue, here comes the sheriff. Okay boys, fun's over.

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! Is this the marshall I have the pleasure of addressing? Yes it is.

I need your help, if you're not in a position to refuse, all the better. So for the time being, I'm gonna make this slave malarkey work to my benefit. Still... having said that... I feel guilty. So... I would like the two of us to enter into an agreement. I'm looking for the Brittle Brothers. However I've had this endeavor, I'm - I'm at a slight disadvantage, in so far as, I don't know what they look like. But you do... don't you? I know what they look like, all right. Good.

Come on out. All right folks, calm down. You bout your business. The jokers will be gone soon. Now... why y'all wanna come into my town and start trouble, and... scare all these nice people? You ain't got nothin' better to do, than to come into Bill Sharp's town and show your ass? What did you jus' do to our sheriff? Now you can get the marshall. Marshall, marshall! Should we wait inside? Can't we just leave? After you.

This is U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum. That wunderbar, marshall. I have relieved myself of all weapons, and just as you have instructed, I am ready to step outside, with my hands raised above my head. I trust, as a representative of the criminal justice system of The United States of America, I shan't be shot down in the street, by either you or your deputies, before I've had my day in court. You mean like you did our sheriff? Shot 'em down like a dog in the street! 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? Well, as much as we'd all enjoy seein' somethin' like that, ain't nobody gonna cheat the hangman in my town. Fair enough marshall, here we come! They're a little tense out there.

So here's my agreement. You travel with me until we find themWhere we goin'? 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 Somebody git poor Bill outta the goddamn street. You in the saloon! We got a hundred riffles aimed on every way outta that buildin'! I want six men, six riffles behind it. I want two men, two rifles up on this roof, two men two rifles on that roof. All the barrels aimed at that front door. Move that buckboard long ways 'cross the street from the saloon!

And this one... So don't make any quick movements, and let me do the talking. Come ahead. You unarmed? In other words marshall, Yes indeed we are. Marshall Tatum, may I address you and your deputies, and apparently the entire town of Daughtrey, as to the incident that just occurred? Go on. My name is Dr. King Schultz, What's your plan after that? 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. Now, that's two hundred dollars, dead or alive. The hell you say! Django, Django... 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. Now this is a warrant, made out by circuit court Judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin Texas. You got sand, Django. Boy's got sand. I got no use for niggers with sand. I want you to burn the runaway "r" right here on his cheek. And the girl too. And I want you to take 'em to the Greenville auction, and sell 'em... You'll be playing a character. Both of 'em... Hm? Separately. No? When we gain access to these plantations, we'll be putting on an "Act". Find my wife... and buy her freedom. Django... I had no idea you were a married man. Do most slaves believe in marriage? Me and my wife do. She speak a little German too. All men in Carrucan did, and that's why we uh... we run off. Django... When she was little, her mistress taught her so she has somebody speak German with. Alright, let me get this straight. Your slave wife speaks German, and her name is Broomhilda Von Shaft? Yep. They call me Hildi. - Your wife? - Hm-hm. - Broomhilda? - Hm-hm. Were her owners German? Yeah, how you know? She wan't born on The Carrucan Plantation, she was raised by a German mistress. Von Shafts. you owe me two hundred dollars. I'll be damned. and you know her name. After this Brittle business is behind us... you'll be a free man. With a horse, seventy five dollars in your back pocket. What is her name? Broomhilda. What? Broom-hilda. You know when she was sold... you know where she came from... You're encouraged to wire him. you will sell him cheap. He'll back up who I am, In Greenville? and who your dear departed sheriff was. There should be some sort of a records office.

But during the act, you can never break character. D'you understand? Yeah. Don't break character. And you character is that of the "Valet". What that is?

to Tennessee to parley with you now. I wish to purchase one of your nigger gals. You and your Jimmie rode from Texas to Tennessee, to buy one of my nigger gals? No appointment, no nuttin'? Oh, I'm afraid so.

Oh, 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. Understood, Schultz. Betina, sugar? Yes, sir? Django isn't a slave.

That's a fancy word for servant. - "Valet". - Hm-hm! And now Django, you may chose your character's costume. You want that I pick up my own clothes? You - but of course! It's against the law for niggers to ride horses in this territory. This is my valet, my valet does not walk. I said niggers on horsesHis name is Django, he's a free man, he can ride what he pleases. Not on my property. Not around my niggers he can't. My good sir... perhaps we got off on the wrong boot. Allow me to unring this bell. My name is Dr. King Schultz, this is my valet Django, and these are our horses Tony and Fritz. Mr. Bennett, I've been lead to believe that you are a gentleman, and a business man. And it is for these attributes we've ridden from Texas Oh maybe, while we discuss business, you could provide one of your loveliest black creatures to escort Django here around your magnificent grounds. Oh, absolutely! Eh, Betina! Yessir, Big Daddy? Eh... What's your Jimmie name again? - Django. - Django. Betina sugar, could you take Django there, and take him around the grounds here to show him all the pretty stuff. As you please, Big Daddy. Well what if I had to say I don't like you, or your fancy pants nigger, and I wouldn't sell you a tinkers damn. Now what'cha gotta say about that? 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. Well com'on inside, and get yourself somethin' cool to drink. - Huh? - Hm-hm.

Django is a free man. You understand? You can't 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? You wan' I should treat him like white folks? No. That's not what I said. Then I don't know what'cha want, Big Daddy. Yes... I can see that. Uh... What's the name of that peckawood boy from town that works with the glass? His mama works at the lumber yard. Oh, you mean Jerry. That's the boy's name, Jerry! You know Jerry, don't you sugar? Yes 'em, Big Daddy. Well that's it then... You just treat 'em like you would Jerry. The house we just left from, is the big house.

Big daddy call it that, cause it's big. That there is the pantry. I don't know dem.

the one to make her do it.

You're ready? That's where Bid Daddy hang out his day meat. They could be usin' a different name.

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

Full o'squirrels.

They would have come to the plantation this past year. that should be me! That should be me John, I been here long enough, you know me!

What'cha do for your massa'? You mean The Shaffers? Didn't you hear him tell ya I ain't no slave?

Maybe. Three brother? You know me a long time, now!

So you really free?

Ah-huh. You know master Carrugen ain't gonna appreciate this!

Yes. I as free.

- Are they here? - Ah-huh. She's - she's a house slave! Could you point one of 'em out to me? <i#Looking for freedom</i

You mean you wanna dress like that?

Betina, I need to ask you something.

Well one's over in that field. <i#Looking for freedom ahaah</i

What'cho want?

Old man Carrucan ain't going to appreciate this now, she- shePlease, please now.

I'm lookin' for three white men. she work in a house, John, you could mess her skin up, Three brothers, overseers. Their name is Brittle. Do you know 'em? If this what you want, to keep me funny fighting for each other, please...

and you gonna mess it up, she ain't gonna be worth noI like the way you beg, boy.

Brittle? she ain't gonna worth a damn thing. Yes, Brittle. John Brittle, Ellis Brittle, Like the bible say... Yep. Roger Brittle. Sometime called Li'le Raj. Look, I told you, I was Is that who you was lookin' for?

Where the other two of 'em? Remember me? They by the stable, punishin' Little Jody for breakin' eggs. I'm positive he dead.

I like the way you die, boy!

Django!

They whippin' Little Jody?

Goddamn son-of-a-bitch!

Everybody calm down,

Point me in that direction. Ya'all wanna see somethin'? You go to that tree, and keep goin' that way.

we mean no one else any harm.

Who are you two jokers? Ooh no! I am Dr. King Schultz, a legal representative

Go git that white man I came here with.

Who are they?

Com'on now. Com'on, Jody!

That's Big John, and that's little Raj.

of the criminal justice system of the United States of America,

Let me all... get you set up!

Where's Ellis? the man to my left is Django Freeman, he's my deputy.

And the Lord said the fear of ye...

He's the one hightailin' it across that field right now. In my pocket is a warrant

and the dread of ye...

- You sure that's him? - Yeah.

shall be on every beast of here. - Positive? - I dunno. Hey, gimme that of what? You better gimme that arm, - You don't know if you're positive? - I don't know what positive means.

signed by circuit court judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin Texas,

for the arrest and capture, dead or alive, of

you gotta gimme that arm!

John Brittle, Roger Brittle, and Ellis Brittle.

Okay, she ready!

It means you're sure. They've gone by the name Shaffer.

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

- Yes. - Yes, what? You know them by the name of Shaffer, but the butchers real name was Brittle.

John Brittle!

Yes I'm sure it is Ellis Brittle.

Get off my land. These are wanted men. The law wants them for murder. Post haste. Now I reiterate, the warrant states dead or alive, Load up the bodies as quickly as you can, so when Mr. Freeman and myself executed these men on sight, Wll mk yu wn gddmn mk! and let's get out of here. Look, nobody's sayin' they don't appreciate what Jenny did. Willard's wife. Who made this goddamn shit?

we were operating within our legal boundaries.

Hell...

That's 'em sonsabitches. I realize... Now unless they start shootin' first... nobody shoot 'em.

Well if all I hadda do was cut a hole in a bag,

passions are high,

I coulda cut it better than this.

but I must warn you,

That's way too simple for these jokers.

How 'bout you Robert, can you see?

the penalty for taking deadly force against a office of the court

We're gonna whip that nigger lover to death.

Not too good.

in the performance of his duty is,

And I'm gonna personally strip and clip that garboon myself.

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

you will be hung by the neck until you're dead.

Damn... But when I start ridin', the bag's moving all over, and I'm ridin' blind. I can't see fuckin' shit outta this thing. Oh shit! We ready, or what? I just made mine worse.

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

Gimmie. Ah hold on, I'm fuckin' with my eye holes. Anybody bring any extra bags? Satisfied? Oh shit. May I have that back, please? I just made it worse. No, nobody brought an extra bag!

I'm just asking. And we gotta make a lesson outta 'em. Do we hafta wear 'em when we ride? Okay, I'm confused. Oh well Shitfire! Are the bags on or off. If you don't wear 'em as you ride up, that just defeats the purpose. That's a raid! All that matters is can the fuckin' horse see! I can't see, you can't see. So what?

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

Where's this shit!

There he is! Well I can't see in this fucking thing! - Yeah. - Yeah. Get that nigger out from under 'at wagon. I can't breathe in this fucking thing, and I can't ride in this fucking thing! But not pointing 'ny fingers, they could have been done better. And get that nigger lover out o'the wagon! So how about... no bags this time, That nigger ain't down here! but next time, we do the bags right, and then we go full regalia.

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

Ya know I watched my wife work all day

- They're gone! - What?

gettin' thirty bags to get ready for you ungrateful sonsabitches,

I get my bag off.

- They tricked us! - Well where are they?

Wait a minute! Auf wiedersehen. and all I hear is criticize, criticize, criticize. I didn't say no bags. Bull time. From now on, don't ask me or mine for nothin'! But nobody can see. We get 'em now. Now look... So? Cowards tend to do that. Let's not forget why we're here. So, it be nice to see. Goddammit! We gotta killer nigger over that hill there. Goddamit! This is a raid! Would you care to?

Do you know it? I can't see shit out of this... Every German knows that story. He's getting away. Would you like me to tell you? I got 'em. Does a fella arise? Well... Big Daddy's getting away. Broomhilda was a... princess. I got 'em. She was the daughter of Wotan, the god of all gods. Got 'em. Does Sigfried save her? For kids, ain't that short. Anyway, her father is really mad at her. Quite spectacularly so. How you know Broomhilda's first masters were German? What she do? He scales the mountain, because he's not afraid of it. Broomhilda is a German name. I can't exactly remember. I think she disobeys him in some way. He slays the dragon, because he's not afraid of him. If they named her, it stands to reason they'd be German. So he puts her on top of the mountain. And he walks through hellfire... Lots of gals where you from named Broomhilda? Broomhilda's on a mountain? because Broomhilda's worth it. Broomhilda is the name of a character It's a German legend, there's always going to be a mountain in there somewhere. A fella named Sigfried. Yes Django. As a matter of fact, he does. unless a hero arises brave enough to save her. And there, Broomhilda shall remain,

I know how he feel.

in the most popular of all the German legends. And he puts a fire breathing dragon there to guard the mountain. There's a story 'bout Broomhilda? And he surrounds her... Oh yes, there is. in a circle of hellfire.

I think I'm just starting to realize that.

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

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

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

I give you a third of my bounties.

Well good. He'll have a loved one with him.

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

So we make some money this winter, and when the snow melts,

Maybe even share a last word.

Free or not, it's just too dangerous.

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

That's better then most of them get,

But let me ask you a question. Why you care what happen to me? How do you like the bounty hunting business? Why you care if I find my wife? Kill white folks, and they pay you for it? Frankly... What's not to like? I've never given anybody their freedom before. And I have to admit, we make a good team. And now that I have, I feel vaguely responsible for you. I thought you was mad at me for killin' Big John and Lit'le Raj? Plus when a German meets a real life Sigfried, that's kind of a big deal.

and a damn sight better then he deserves.

Put down the rifle.

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

Just take out Smitty Bacall's handbill.

Read it aloud.

Consider that today's lesson.

Wanted, dead or alive.

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

Smitty Bacall and the Smitty Bacall... As a German, I'm obliged to help you gang. on your quest to rescue your beloved Broomhilda.

but normally, that's a good thing.

How'd you like to partner up for the winter?

For murder and stagecoach ro...

What'd ya mean partner up?

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

robbery.

Seven zero zero zeYou work with me through the winter till the snow melts. His son's with him. Seven thousand.

Wilson-Lowe Gang? This is what I do. - Seven- Thousand. I kill people, and sell their corpses for cash. "Seven thousand dollars for Smitty Bacall, This corpse is worth seven thousand dollars. one thousand and five hundred dollars for each of his gang Now quit your pussyfootin' and shoot him. - memb... - members. Pa? Known members of the Smitty Bacall Gang are as fellows, Pa! - follows. - follows. Had a birthday yesterday, got some cake! Here... Pretty good. Dandy Michaels, Gerald Nash and... You need to keep this Smitty Bacall handbill. Move along! Crazy Craig Koons. Why? Do it, walk! That is who Smitty Bacall is. It's good luck. Keep moving. If Smitty Bacall wanted to start a farm at twenty-two, You always keep the handbill of your first bounty. Don't let that mud slow you down, keep going. they would never have printed that. That's accurate. Keep on. But Smitty Bacall wanted to rob stagecoaches, Doctor, Django, how the hell are ya? Broomhilda Von Shaft, age twenty-seven, Who the hell have you got there? "r" on right cheek... The Wilson-Lowe Gang. D'you want to save your wife by doing what I do? Who the hell is the Calvin Candy. Let's comin' outta the snowy snow and git yourself some coffee. Well just leave 'em out here, they ain't goin' nowhere. Bad Chuck Wilson and meaner Bobby Lowe, and three of their acolytes.

Huh.

and he didn't mind killing people to do it.

He owns the fourth biggest cotton plantation in Mississippi, Candyland.

They're gonna try to make her comfort girl.

Not to mention the horse goes back to its original owner,

What's a comfort - Oh. Candyland? Now while I got freedom... Oh so you've heard of it? Now while I got my gun. Ain't no slave that ain't heard of Candyland. So do we offer to buy her? Well, apparently that's where you wife is, So... and that's the repelling gentleman who owns her.

because the horse is still its property.

We need her and we need a bill of sale.

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

May I offer an alternative plan for action?

say...

Go ahead.

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

a man wants to buy a horse...

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

needs to buy a horse. Oh no, she ain't in the field, mate. He walks up to the farmer's farm, he knocks on the farmer's door, and asks not to buy the horse, but the farm,

She... she pretty.

and she a tall girl, too.

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

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

The one you tore back up on the nag... the farmer says "No". he burnt her runaway on her cheek. Well I say fuck that farmer. They got damned. And I'm stealin' that horse.

We're gonna offer to buy Candyland?

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

How much do you know about mandingo fighting? She no field nigger, but she ain't good enough for the house no more either. Fair enough, but now you are horse thief, and they hang horse thieves.

What?

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

And buddy, that's pretty fuckin' low.

when we went to boarding school together.

Then play him that way, Why? give me your black slaver. Because my character is that of a big money buyer from Dusseldorf, Dr. Schultz!

Calvins' father father put me through law school.

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

One could almost say, you's a nigger. here in Greenville to buy my way into the mandingo fight game, Good to see you again. What did you say? Mr. Moguy. and your character is the mandingo expert I hired to help me do it. Thank you for your assistance in creating the opportunity for this appointment. I say...

They call that "One-Eyed Charly".

Real nothing, he's just being cheeky.

Nonsense, it's my job. Bonjour. So, this is the One-Eyed Charly I've heard so much about.

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

Bonsoir, p'tite femme noire,

Yes, he is a bit of a Francophile. we are here to see Mr. Calvin Candy. Yes, this is Django Freeman. Ah, what civilized people aren't? Enter. Django, this is Mr. Candie's lawyer, Leonide Moguy. And he prefers Monsieur Candie to Mister Candie. Just call me Leo. You want me to play a black slaver? Hmm, si c'est cela qu'il prfre. Calvin's in the Julius Caesar room, y'all wanna follow me? He doesn't speak French. Don't speak French to him, it'll embarrass him.

Thank you.

Ain't nothin lower than a black slaver.

How long have you been associated with Mr. Candie?

A black slaver is lower than a head house nigger.

Oh, Calvin's father and I were about eleven

Get back on top now, turn around.

Com'on now, use your strength! There you go. Honored to meet you, please have a seat, the pleasure's all mine. There you go. Get Freeman Django here whatever he wants. There you go! There you go!

Why do you want to get in the mandingo business?

Look at that! You don't intend to allow your second to make the proper introductions? And I'll have sweet gin bourbon. Yeah I told you, this is a wild man. You go way, boy, you do what I tell you! Quit stalling now. Answer the question. He's got big and strong! Here you go! The awful truth? Com'on now! Ah. No! Aah! Pff, I'm bored. Ah, he's not doing what I told him. For God sake. This seems like a good bit of fun. Bravo, Luigi, cosi e dai. De casse piu rapido. Ground him back! Well, come on over. Com'on now boys, this a fight to the death! We got us a fight goin' on, that's a good bit of fun. Hit that animal or you're ain't! Won't you accompany me to the bar? Ecco i con la spola tappeto. La spola tappeto gi. You don't go ahead in a house, white man, even I know that. Big Fred, com'on! Dr. Schultz... What a real pleasureThat's why they call him big Fred! Finish him. No! No! Uh, you no lose! Do what I told you. Ground him back, boy. Do what I told you, boy.

Go on, boy, finish him!

Turn him around, now!

Keep fighting, niggers!

Use your strength, boy!

Worth every penny.

.. and I might add, an honor.

Well, arrivederchi, Luigi!

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

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

I'm curious what makes you so curious?

Yessir, Mr. Candy. you did a fine job, a real fine job. Oh before you go, Roscoe, get Fred here a tall beer. Proceed in. You enjoy that, boy. Tequila. You've earned it. What's your name? Yessir. Django. What's your name, boy? Can you spell it?

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

No offense given...

None taken.

Uh, Monsieur Candie...

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

One. His name is Django Freeman. D, J, A, N, G, O. Hm-hm. The D is silent. Where did ya dig him up? I know. Yes! I'll have a beer. Umberto, andiamo. A fortuitous turn of events brought Django and myself together. You do not have anything to drink, can I get you a tasty refreshment.

Wunderbar.

Mr. Moguy, I've heard tell about you. I want you to take care o' my new boy here. Roscoe, a beer for the man with the beard,

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

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

You find him a room with a soft bed, ain't nothing nobody is selling is worth buying, I'm curious. and you bring him up a pony to lick his pawl. What makes you such a mandingo expert? I'm a seasoned slaver, you are - well, you are a neophyte, Doc...

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

Now according to Moguy,

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

if I do business with you, I'm doin' business with both of y'all. With all due respect, Monsieur Candie, He does the eyeballin', you the billfold, is that it? I didn't seek you out for your advice. Well, you don't make it sound too flattering, but more or less, yeah.

Well, hm. 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 either...

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

So... I was under the impression when you granted me an audience,

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

Bright Boy,

who knows what could happen?

it would be to discuss business.

Moguy tells me you looked over my African flesh,

And what do you consider ridiculous?

But we weren't talking business yet.

and you was none too impressed, huh?

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

We were discussing my curiosity.

Not for top dollar. How much would you say, Django?

Roscoe, Coco, go outside and play.

Well then we got nothing more to talk about. Twelve thousand dollars.

Sheba,

You see, you wanna buy a beat ass nigger from me,

Gentlemen...

you stay right there. those was all the beat ass niggers I wanna sell, so... I know you didn't name me. Now you have my attention. He don't wanna buy the niggers you wanna sell. Prost. Willie... Willie. Jambo. He wants the nigger you don't wanna sell. Hold up! Hold up. You had my curiosity.

your hands off your pistol! Shinin' on all of us. Aah. Butch! Have a seat, Doc. Good morning, gentlemen. That means you too. Great an honor. Good Dr. Schultz. Beautiful morning isn't it? The honor is all ours. You couldn't have picked a better one. Thank you. Please, won't you take a ride with us here in the Victorian. Who! Ev'rybody stop antagonizing my guests.

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

Git back upon your horse.

Oh, thank you very much. will come if not freedom... Tie your horse up back there. more freedom... Django! Bright Boy, Well I part company from many of my phenologist colleagues, you are that one in ten thousand. cause I believe there's a level above bright, The name of the game is keep up, not catch up, nigger. above talented, above loyal that a nigger can aspire. Touch your guns, you're dead.

He broke my collarbone!

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

Ooh, now you are one lucky nigger.

You got to listen to your boss, white boy.

Oh I'm a good walk in any moonlight for you.

You wanna hold my hand? Say one nigger that just pops up on ten thousand. Everybody calm down! Willie! Take us home. The exceptional nigger. I saw the whole thing, no harm done.

You got a problem with your eyeball, boy?

Bright day uh, Bright Boy? Are you- are you kiddin' me, this niggerSun is up. I said no harm done! Now take You wan' a boot heel in it? No sir.

Chickasaw County, Mississippi, U. S. A. No sir. You mind tellin' me what the hell you doing? I'm not antagonizing. I'm intriguing him. Then keep your goddamn eyeballs off me. I've confirmed that Broomhilda's at Candyland. You're yelling abuse of these poor slaves! Flash that bad look at me again, I give you a reason not to like me. Are you sure it's her? I recall the man... Now move, nigger! He didn't call her by name, but she's a young lady, who had me killed another man in front o' his son, You niggers gonna understand somethin' 'bout me. whip marks on her back, and speaks German. and he didn't bat an eye. I'm worse than any o'these white men here. Now while it's not wise to assume,

Remember that?

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

in this instance, I think it's pretty safe.

Yeah of course I remember!

What you said was... Point being... He is a rambunctious sort, ain't it? don't get so carried away with your retribution. Indeed! We lose sight on why we're here. May you stop for a moment, so I may put put a word in my man's ear? So that's what I'm doing. I'm getting dirty. You think I lost sight, did I? Well you're paraphrasing a tad, but... "In my word you got to get dirty". You said, this ain't my word...

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

Yes, I do! Stop antagonizing Candy!

that was it generally, just... so before that moment, it would be good if I could have You're going to blow this whole charade, or more than likely get both of us killed,

see you at Candyland.

a confidential strategy meeting with my... confident.

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

Alright niggers!

Back at it.

day...

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

That means you too, moonlight.

Half the other night. You - you fought three fights. How far he git off property?

I'll 'be. D'Artagnan! But I won everyone! Bout twenty miles off prop. Now well, why do a fool thing like run off? Pretty fer, conside'ing that limp he got. I can't fight no more, Monsieur Candy. Mr. Moguy, who was D'Artagnan supposed to fight on Friday? but that last one, you muddled the line between winning and losing. Yes you did. Yes you did,

Yes you can!

Still the fact remain. Yu mght nt b bl t wn, but yur n fght. One of this new lot. I pay dollars, I want five goddamn fights! Mr. Stonesipher, would you please shut these goddamn dogs up, The way he looks now, a blind Indian wouldn't bet a bead on 'em. So what 'bout my five hundred dollars, huh? Please Mr. Candy, I ain't got it, ain't it no more, I can'tWhat about my five hundred dollars? Hush now, Marsha! Hush up, Marsha! Marsha, hush up! No no no no, now no beggin'... You go n' reimburse me?! No playin' on my soft heart. Hey, get these goddamn dogs away from this nigger! You're in trouble, now son. Well now boy... I'll reimburse you! I done paid dollars for you... Gidown o' that tree. - Yes sir. When I pay dollars... How long was he lose? I expect to get five fights outta a nigga 'fore he rollover and play dead. You pay dollars... You will? You even know what reimburse means?

I cannot hear myself think!

A night...

for pratic'lly a one eyed

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

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

Cause as of now, if he's an example...

No, he won't.

He's your nigger.

I ain't impressed.

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

Mr. Stonesipher?

Follow me.

Matter o' facts, so am I.

Let Marsha and her bitches send D'Artagnan to nigger heaven.

Line up to the left here now niggers.

But we ain't payin' a penny for that pickaninny,

That's it. Marsha! Git the nigger! You gimme a line, gimme a line.

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

Your boss looks a little green around the gills

Get in line here. Right now! You heard 'em! for a blood sport like 'nigger fightin'? Hello, Steven my boy! I'm gonna have to excuse Mr. Stonesipher slack jaw gaze, he... No. Yeah yeah yeah, hello my ass. he ain't never seen a nigger like you ever in his life. He just ain't use to seein' a man ripped apart by dogs, is all.

Who this nigger up on that nag?

Ain't that right, Mr. Stonesipher?

You are used to it? Oh Steven, you have nags for breakfast. I'm just a little more use to American's than he is. What's the matter, why so ornery, you miss me, huh?

That right.

That matter...

Now... Monsieur Candy, Oh-oh yes sir, I miss you like a home miss flower,

Won't have that.

whenever you're ready. like a - like a- a baby miss Mum n' Teddy,

Now...

We rode five hours so you could show off your stock.

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

Let's git to it.

I miss you like I misses a rock in my shoe.

Now I ask you who this nigger, on that nag?

Django, and his friend in grey here Dr. Schultz are customers,

Hey Snowball. and they are our guests, Steven, If you wanna know my name or the name of my horse, you ask me.

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

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

ev'rything up when this black ass motherfuckers gone!

Now that is my problem, they are mine to burn! Just who the hell you callin' Snowball, horse boy? You understand that? - Yessir, here I'm understandin', Now your problem right now is making a good impression. I'll snap your black ass of that nag there in the mudbut I don't know why I gotta take lip off this nigger? And I want you to start solving that problem right now, Whoa, whoa, whoa, Steven, Steven. You don't hafta know why. Do you understand? and git them goddamn rooms ready! Let's keep it funny. Yes sir, I understand. Yes sir, Monsieur Candie. Django here is a Freeman. Oh good! Go on now. - This nigger here? - That nigger there. They're spendin' the night, go up in the guest bedrooms and get two ready.

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

Let me at least introduce the two of you. He gonna stay in the Big House? Django, this is another cheeky black bugger like yourself, Steven. Steven, he's a slaver. It's different. Steven, this is Django. In the Big House? You two ought to hate each other. Well you gotta problem with that? Calvin, just who the hell is this nigger you feel the need to entertain? Now. A nigger in the estate part. What shit is that!? He had a lip on you. You get a rollin' over and it's God man free right now.

Where is my beautiful sister! No, no no I got no problem with it,

There she is!

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

Dr. Schultz, this attractive southern belle is my widowed sister. You little Dickens, you! Darling, you are a diamond for tired eyes.

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

How bad did Stonesipher's dogs tear her up? I don't see why not. Lucky for her, they was out chasin' D'Artagnan's ass.

May I present to you Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly.

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

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

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

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

Now she a little beat up, Com'on Charlie, go on now. Actually, Monsieur Candie, it's - it's somethin' I ain't tole you that yet. but she done that the all damn self, runnin' through them damn bushes and shit.

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

What? Like you on a rope! How long she been in the box? Uh, Hildi in The Hot Box. Niggers don't walk 'round here! Niggers run! What's she doin' there? - Ah, Monsieur Candie? - Hmm? What 'cha think she doin' there, in The Hot Box, she bein' punished. About that matter, about the nigger girl we were talking about? - What did she do? - She ran off again. Take her out, why?! Nigger girl? Jesus Christ Steven, how many people ran away while I was gone? Because I said so, that's why. And the lit'le bitch got ten more days be in there. How long ya think, she been in there all damn day!

Steven, take her out.

Yeah, I believe you mentioned she spoke German?

Dr. Schultz is my guest. Two. Ah yes, Hildi, what about her? And when did she go? Hildi is my nigger, Southern hospitality

dictates I make her available to him.

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

inspire completely justified.

But Monsieur Candie, she just ran off. what - what did you say your name is, Schut? Jesus Christ Steven, what is the point of havin' a nigger that speaks German,

The doctor here speaks German!

And I've been informed you do as well?

- Schultz. - Schultz!

Go ahead girl, speak a little German.

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

Git her back over here, alright girl?

Astonishing.

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

Yes sir.

- And I should bring- - Much obliged.

Yes sir.

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

Don't be afraid.

Lara Lee, will you and Cora be responsible for getting Hello ladies.

Pardon.

Hey Little Trouble Maker. Hilda cleaned up and presentable for Dr. Schultz here? Dr. Schultz, may I introduce to you Broomhilda. You silver tongued devil you. Of course, darling. Hildi, this is Dr. Schultz. Look Monsieur Candie, they were all fine specimens, no doubt about it.

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

It's a pleasure to meet you, Broomhilda.

But the best three, by far, were I've heard a lot of good things about you. it is time for me to rest my tired ass. Well, it's not often a nigger speaks German, don't you know? Sampson...

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

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

Go! Come here!

As I look at you now, Broomhilda,

Goldie... and Eskimo Joe.

I could see all the passion you

By the way, why is

he called Eskimo Joe? there is no one in the nigger fight game that appreciates Is that right? Oh, you never know how these nigger nicknames get started. Hence... I have big ideas when it comes to presentation. His name was Joe, maybe one day he said he was cold, who knows? the value of showmanship more than Monsieur Calvin J. Candie.

I need something more than just a big nigger.

Nobody.

Well, regardless, He needs to have... panache. Samson's your best, - Need to have what what what? - Panache, hum... we all know that, - A sense of showmanship! - Showmanship, yes. Now that should be your first, second, third, four, and fifth concern. I want to be able to bill him him as the "Black Hercules". Now after you have that, and you know you have that, Samson's champion. Black Hercules, isn't that clever? then you can start to implement a grand design. Them other two pretty good. More like niggerly. In other words, first thing is first. And that is a nigger that can win fights. But one must not forget the most important thing in the nigger fight game.

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

Hm-hm-hm! All three are champions.

Calvin, what that nigger- you let-

I said, and I quote

That's alright, that's alright.

"I would pay top dollar for the Right Nigger".

First thing is first.

I see you two gettin' on. You have to understand Monsieur Candie, Now I'm not saying that Eskimo Joe is the wrong nigger per se... Famously. while admittedly a neophyte in the nigger fight game, but is he right as rain? Oh Monsieur Candie, you can't imagine what it's like I do have a little bit of a background in the European traveling circus. Dr. Schultz, I will have you know, not to hear you native tongue in four years.

Well hell, I can't imagine two weeks in Boston.

not the plucked chicken.

If - if you say so.

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

Dr. Schultz, don't be so down on yourself,

Eskimo Joe's a quality nigger, no doubt about it.

you are quite a dapper European gentleman. Ah, two weeks in Boston! You gotta finish this, you got to put your elbow in this, this is, do you hear me-

But if it was my money...

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

I wouldn't pay no twelve thousand dollars for him.

What would your price be? And Hildi is a charming conversation companion. You know that nigger, don't ya? Well, if I was inclined to be generous, Ah be careful now Doctor Schultz, - Who? - Who? and I don't know why I would be inclined to be generous... you might have caught yourself a little dose of Nigella. Don't who me bitch, you know who I'm talking about!? nine thousand... Nigella's a powerful emotion, boy. At the table? maybe. I don't know him. It's like a pool of black tar, once it catches your ass, you can'tYou don't know him? Let me reclarify how this whole negotiation came about. Yessir, you can't. No. I don't know doctor, you can lay on all the German sweet talk you want, but You see, it wasn't me who came to you to sell a nigger, No what? Sure, it wasn't. No sir. it looks like this pony's got big eyes for Django. You wouldn't lie to me now, would you? Well... naturally, it is the soaring eagle that attracts her attention, It was you who approached me to buy one. Dr. Schultz...

Sure it was. Okay...

tremendous amount of money. Now that nine thousand dollar figure Bright Boy was banding about, to Eskimo Joe. Or, shall we call him And the way you have your Mr. Moguy, I have a lawyer, the Black Hercules. that ain't too far off from right, a persnickety man named Tuttle, To the Black Hercules. and if I wanted to sell Eskimo Joe for that, And I would need my Mr. Tuttle to draw up a legal contract I could do so any day of the week. The Black Hercules... Any day. before I'd feel comfortable exchanging that amount of money for flesh. You was right, Doctor, that name do help pay an ass. But like you said in Greenville doctor, Not to mention having Eskimo Joe examined by a physician of my choosing. The Black Hercules!

Hildi...

I don't wanna sell 'em. I'm outta drink, girl. Naturally. It was only your ridiculous offer So say I return in about... of twelve thousand dollars that made me even consider it. So Hildi... how you like servin' at the big table in the big house, huh?

.. five days time. - Five days?! When Monsieur Candy talk to you, you answers.

Hmm-hmm. With my Mr. Tuttle. And then my Mr. Tuttle I like it a lot, Monsieur Candie. You know Monsieur Candie, you do possess the power of persuasion. and your Mr. Moguy can hash out the finer details between themselves.

Hmm-hmm.

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

It's a lot better than sizzling in that hot box, I say splendid Doctor... Splendid. or draggin' your ass through a bramble bush.

Hurray, doctor, hurray, and a wise decision, that is!

Gentlemen... Maybe it's not quite as much fun as

may I propose a toast... However, that is a

getting the pleasure o' the mandingos, But... Lara Lee, Dr. Schultz is from Dusseldorf, they don't got niggers there.

- Yes ma'am?

Oh! Why are you all undone?

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

I just got you done, now come over, here! - Like Simpson, huh? - Yessir. He's a man of medicine. Baby, you got Steven his bad side, when you need to be on his blind side.

- You know Monsieur Candie, - Hmm?

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

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

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

You said you ain't know him?

Hilda's got somethin' like four lashes on her back. since how they don't have many niggers where he come from. Lare Lee, just get - why don't you lose her goddamn mat? Dr. Schultz, when you was alone with Hildi here, Look a' that, doctor, it's like a painting, look at that. did ya just speak German, or did ya git her clothes off? Calvin!

Huh?

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

I don't.

Yes you do.

Mister Steven... No, we just talked and... We are eating, ain't no one wanna look at her whipped up back! I don't.

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

Why is you lyin' to me? Fine. Fine, fine fine fine... I haven'tI ain't. No no no, now Steven's right, you might find this interesting. After the dinner, Steven. After dinner. Then why is you cry? Hildi, com'on take off your dress, show Dr. Schultz your back here, go on! During the brandies, gentlemen. Uh? You scarin' me. Cora, come get this girl! Why is I'm scarin' you? Uh, Calvin, I just got her all dressed up and looking nice. She all messed.

Because you scary. It's about dessert. .. to speak German this afternoon with Hildi, was positively soul enriching. from time to time... adult supervision is required.

What about dessert?

If you'll excuse me a moment.

You stay in that chair.

I'd rather discuss that in private.

You may clear the dinner service.

You indicated earlier you'd be willing to part with Hildi.

We're havin' white cake.

<iHurry up girl.</i

Oh yes. Yesiree Bob I did.

What sort of melodrama could be brewing back there?

So Dr. Schultz...

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

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

Why don't you regal us with the tale of the circus?

I'm all ears. Meet me in the library. Hurry up, goddammit! I just can't understand why you won't come talk to the evening, Monsieur Candie- - Steven! she get fucked up 'round here, you blame me. You just interrupted Dr. Schultz here! Fine, fine friend Steven, I... Uhm... sorry doctor Schultz, my ears ain't worth a damn these days.

The circus!

What is the matter?

Them motherfuckers ain't here to buy no mandingos.

They wants that girl.

Steven, what the hell are you talkin' about, hm? will be along momentarily. They playin' your ass for a fool, that what I'm talkin' bout. Yessir.

Monsieur Candie, could I get a word with you in the kitchen. Well... You mean get up outta my chair? gentlemen... If you could manage it. as you can see, talented as they are no doubt in the kitchen, Why? What... what girl. What... Hildi? they here for that girl. They ain't here for no muscle bound jimmie,

Yeah, Hildi. Her and Django? I'm sure I don't know. Them niggers know each other. If she's who they want...

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

That'd be a hell of a note, wouldn't it? He... he just bought Eskimo Joe. why this whole... snake oil pitch about mandingos in? Lara Lee... Did he give you any money? You wouldn't pay no never mind into three hundred dollar. No, not yet, but they goBut that twelve thousand? Then he didn't buy diddly, not yet no how. That made you real friendly now, didn'it? But he's just about to buy who he come here to buy, when I interrupted him. shady slaver try n' sellin' a passel of ponys, Yes it did. would you be a dear and go out there give them gals an eyeball. His wife, uh? Thank you Steven. You're welcome Calvin. If it had been a snake... Whe - where you gettin' all this? we would have beat'em. Why would they go through all that trouble for a nigger with aOkay. Business never sleeps. - Of course, brother. - Thank you, darling. Billy Crash is out there dealin' with some I was just lookin' out the big window.

Those lyin'... goddamn time...

A propos...

with a chewed up back, ain't worth three hundred dollars?

wastin' sonsabitches.

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

Sonsabitches! They're doin' it cause that nigger Django's in love with Hildi. .. out of New Orleans, so I had quite a bit of practice with... theaters types. Ah yes! Yes we would.

She probably his wife.

And we will again... in a moment.

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

Oh there you are! Who is your little friend?

This is Ben...

Now right up there on that porch... you'll notice three distinct dimples. three times a week for fifty years, Here... here... and here.

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

And I do mean a long damn time.

Ol'Ben here... would shave my Daddy with a straight razor. Now...

Well Ben here... Now... if I was Ol'Ben, I would have cut my Daddy's goddamn throat, took care of my daddy... and it wouldn't have taken me no fifty years to do it neither. If I was holding a skull of a - of a... of an Isaac Newton or Galileo,

and my daddy's daddy...

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

till the open kill doe who one day...

But he never did. creativity. Why not?

who been took care o'me. You see... Growin'up the son of a... of a huge plantation owner in Mississippi the science of analogy... puts a white men in contact with a whole lot o'... black faces. And in the skull of Ol'Ben, unburden by genes, ut th' th kull f l'n.

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

these three dimples exist in the area of the skull most associated with...

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

In the skull of the African here... servility.

surrounded... by black faces.

the area associated with submissiveness Now Bright Boy...

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

is larger than any human or any other sup human species on planet earth.

I will admit you are pretty clever.

I only had one question. If you examine... Why don't they kill us? this peace of skull here... and I bashed it in your skull... But if I took this hammer here...

ridden a whole lotta miles, Oh yes... you would have the same three dimples... I do believe you were just getting ready to make me a proposition to buy Broomhilda. went to a whole lotta trouble,

in the same place...

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

as Ol'Ben.

I am right? it would appear that Broomhilda is in fact the "Right Nigger"!

Now lay your palms flat on the table top!

Right then.

Bring out Hildi! If you lift those palms off that turtle shell table top, Your way, honey. Mr. Butch is gonna let loose with both barrels of that sawed off! the price is twelve thousand dollars. Sit your ass in that goddamn chair! And I take it you prefer the "take it or leave it" style of negotiating? And if y'all wanna leave Candyland with Broomhilda...

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

Lay your hands flat on that table.

And shut your mouth! but that you can believe! Dr. Schultz... in Greenville, you yourself said,

Yes I do, doctor.

Mr. Moguy,

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

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

that for the "Right Nigger" you'd be willing to pay And I can chose to do with my property whatever I so desire! what some may consider is a ridiculous amount.

Thank you ever so much. To which, me myself said, "What is your definition of ridiculous? ",

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

Doctor.

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

Where were we? to which you said, "Twelve thousand dollars". Jackass. Now considering you all have take this fuckin' hammer here, and beat her ass to death with it!

Right in front of both y'all!

It was a pleasure doin' business with ya all.

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

Ain't it good, fella? Now gentlemen... D'Artagnan. Then we can examine the three dimples inside Broomhilda skull! If you care to join me in the parlor... And I was wondering what Dumas would make of all this. Now! we will be serving white cake. Come again? What's it gonna be, Doc? Huh? Well done, Calvin. Alexandre Dumas. He wrote "The Three Musketeers". What's it gonna be? Excuse me... Excuse me, madam? Yes of course, doctor. May I lift the hands off the table top in order to remove my billfold? Could you please stop playing Beethoven? I figured you must be an admirer, Take your hands off that harp! Yes you may. you named your slave after his novel's lead character. Doctor! That twelve. - Doc, you can't go in there! - Hey uh, Steven, hey! Now if Alexandre Dumas had been there today,

Sold!

To the man with the exceptional beard, and his unexceptional nigger.

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

I wonder what he would have made of it?

You doubt he'd approve? Mr. Moguy. - Yes Calvin? He's a little upset, that's all. I'll handle this. Yes, his approval would be a dubious proposition at best. White cake? You make this gentleman a receipt for twelve thousand dollar, please. Soft hearted Frenchy? I don't go in for sweets, thank you. Alexandre Dumas is black. - Twelve thousand dollar. - Hm. You brooding 'bout me getting the best of ya, uh?

Are these Broomhilda's papers?

- Yes they are. - May I?

Let's go. And I think you're an abysmal winner. Com'on.

- Of course! - Thank you. One more moment, Doctor! I dealt her bill of sale of ownership is written of course a freedom papers, doctor.

Never the less...

here in Chickasaw County, a deal ain't done What? until the two parties have shook hands.

It's a custom here in the South, Would you have ink and pen for me? once a business deal is concluded that the two parties... Right over there, on that little table. shake hands. Thank you. It implies good faith. Thank you. - I'm not from the South. - But you are... Broomhilda Von Shaft... in my house doctor... consider yourself a free woman. so I'm afraid I must insist. Mister Candy... Insist? On what? That I shake your hand? Normally, I would say "auf wiedersehen". Oh, then I'm afraid I must insist in the opposite direction. But since what "auf wiedersehen" actually means is "till I see you again",

Even after all that paper signin', don't mean shit...

you don't shake my hand.

If I don't shake your hand,

you're gonna throw away twelve thousand dollars?

I don't think so.

Mr. Butch,

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

you cut her ass down. You know what I think you are?

You really want me to shake your hand?

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

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

I insist.

I say good bye. I think you are a bad loser. If you insist.

Motherfucker! Aaah Calvin! Honest, ain't lyin', Django, I swear o' all God. Hold your fire! Caalvin! You give up? Hold your fire! I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. Stop shooting, goddammit! The nigger's going crazy, the hellDjango! Help, he's blowing everybody - Aaah! What? Shit! Son of a bitch! We got your woman! Get that fuckin'... Billy Crash here ha' got his pistol upside her hair! Get that fuckin'You'll stop all that gettin'on, Damn sonofabitch, what- what did the fuckin'- goddammit! he don't blow her goddamn brains out. What theAnd that ain't no third holes, boy! Don't strike me! Six! That there is a promise. You stupid sonofabitch! Just let me go! Oh oh! Sorry Jessie! Seven! You ain't give up? Who the fuck gave a nigger a goddamn gun! Thought you going, uh? Nigger, com'on and killWe will kill you! Aah! God! Ah my God, aah! How shit?! I love you. Eight! - I take care too much. - Django. You give me up. Believe that! we gonna blow this bitch her brains out! Believe that! I believe, if you don't give up in the next ten seconds, Personal, I ain't give a good goddamn what you believe or don't believe! And I'm supposed to believe your black ass? Ain't no harm gonna come t'you.

On three... Nine! One... - Hold it! - No! I got you. I give up. Two... I can't hear you, nigger. Calm down nigger, keep calm. I said I give up! Cap't? Hock a litl'e doodle, nigger. Miss Lara wants to see you. So y'all bounty hunters, huh? That is somethin' to do with the Old Man's funeral. I knew there was something fishy 'bout y'all. Oh, and she changed her mind 'bout snippin' Django. seven minutes, most of 'em... We found your "wanted" posters... and book of figures in your saddle bags. She gonna give 'em to the LeQuint Dickey people. when you snip a nigger's nuts, most of 'em bleed out, know 'bout... Now, that may seem like a good idea, but truth is... Now mind ya, most of 'dem ideas had to do with fuckin' with your fun parts. was comin' up with all kinds o'ways to kill your ass. Seemed like white folk ain't never had a bright idea in their life, could talk about for the last few hours.

More than most.

I gotta say...

Well she didn't waste a minute tellin' me.

Then I say is...

I ain't never heard of no black bounty hunter before.

Hells bells... How disappointing. the niggers we sell to LeQuint Dickey, got it worse then that.

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

You n' me.

These ain't... Prob'bly pretty good while it lasted, uh?

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

what you take with you. "Dump 'em to the mandingos", "Feed 'em to Stonesipher's dogs".

Time to say goodnight to them nuts, black.

Your black ass been all the motherfuckers' in that Big House

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

Back there at that plantation Candyland, they's good at that too, you won't believe that. there was an eleven thousand five hundred dollar fortune,

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

Ooh, they does that for you. just sittin' there, and y'all rode right past it.

They gonna work you, all day, ev'ry day, till your back give up. Low and behold, out of nowhere, miss Lara come up with the bright idea

You be damned, blackie, we're not bandits. Then they gonna hit you in the head with the hammer, I ain't sayin' that, nice thing 'bout this fortune it is. tow your ass down the nigger hole. It ain't illegal, you can't steal it,

of givin' your ass to the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company.

And as a slave of the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company,

And that... will be the story end for you, Django. ya gotta earn it, white boy. Hey, white boy...

hence forth, till the day you die, I said hey, white boy! all day, ev'ryday, Shut up, black, you ain't got nothing to say I wanna hear. you will be swingin' a sledgehammer, How'd you like to make eleven thousand dollars? turning big rocks into little rocks. D'you ain't hear? Now when you get there, they gonna take away your name, I said, how d'you like to make eleven thousand dollars? give you a number, and a sledgehammer, Eleven thousand five hundred, actually. and say "get to work". What the fuck are you talking about? One word of says, they cuts out your tongue,

You got something to say, mate, you say it.

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 Bacall Gang.

Who the fuck is Smitty Bacall?

Smitty Bacall is the leader of this murdering gang of stagecoach robbers,

the Bacall Gang.

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

Get it here.

But Django ain't on that manifest,

one thousand five hundred dollars for each of his three accomplices.

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

and all o'you know I ain't supposed to be on this trip.

But you're a slave! Dandy Michaels, I ain't no goddamn slave! Gerald Nash, Do I sound like a fuckin' slave? Crazy Craig Koons. <i- dollars for Smitty Bacall... - This is a shit load!</i Now all four o'them gentlemen, they're back there at Candyland, I'm a bounty hunter. laughin' their ass off. You know why?

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

and that eleven thousand five hundred is up for grabs,

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

What's the deal?

You tell us who they are and we... turn you lose? Yesterday, as a free man, I rode in the Candyland, I ain't tellin' who they are.

Cause they just got away with murder.

on a horse, with my German white partner, Dr. King Schultz.

Look, you give me a pistol, one o'them horses,

But it ain't got to be that way. We tracked the Bacall gang all the way from Texas, to Chikasaw County. and five hundred dollars of that eleven thousand five hundred,

You and your mate, young rabbit and Yango get that money.

and I'll point 'em out to you. What these jokers do again? We finally found their ass laying low at Candyland. This a real handbill. These sonofabitch, they - they killed innocent people. We went in there to get 'em, things went sour, Ah jus'cause it's a real handbill's doesn't mean that other bunch o'malarky is.

Stagecoach robbery. Innocent white people!

my partner got killed, Calvin Candie got shot.

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

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

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

You got yourself a deal, blackie. Ain't that black ridin' into Candyland yesterday? master got shot. You got yourself a deal, mate. Alright... - Who shot 'em? - The German. - You alright for a black fella! - Oh yeah! I'm gonna ask you again... Why did he do that? Jeez... I want you to remember I don't like liars. The nigger and the German was actin' like they were slavers, but they weren't.

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

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

Well, what were they? For you, we'll give you that pack horse over here. Bounty hunters.

Yeah. What's them saddle bags got in? They walked us from the Greenville Auction and Fuck me Roy, I mean this - this could be big, mate! Dynamite. Well, smoke... he rode in on a horse with a white man. you gotta deal. And this white man... I got one more condition. was the black his slave? What is that? He weren't no slave. When we get there... when the time come... You - you fuckin' sure about that? you let me help you kill 'em. Damn sure. You're a funny bugger! What happened over at Candyland? - Get him loose. - Yeah, yeah. Bunch of shootin'... Yeah, alright. Hey Floyd, you got that rifle on the wagon, don't you? A little dynamite for you black ass to play with! Frankie, we take 'em sticks off that horse, and stick 'em in the nigger cage. I can understand that. I ain't ridin' no horse with no goddamn dynamite on his back.

Don't you give 'em your gun and gun belt. Cora, Now, don't drop the fucking thing, alright?

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

would you prepare us some coffee? Not you Steven.

I just had the sights fixed, and that perfect.

Sheba, you help her. You're right where you belong.

Uh, that's good to know.

Come on. Uh, Cora, before you go...

Throw me up that dynamite.

#In the sweet... would you tell miss Lara goodbye?

- Jake! - Yeah?

- #byin' bye, ooh... Do - do what now?

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

Ya'all gonna be together with Calvin and the byin bye. I said tell... miss Lara... goodbye. Just a bit sooner than ya'all was expectin'.

Go to hell, you motherfucker! Bye miss Lara. Billy Crash! Love you too, son. Ya'all two run along now. Now why would...? It's me, baby. Steve! Oh, that's right. #In the sweet... How you like my... new dirt? #byin' bye... Last time I seen you, you had your hands on my... You know for an hour, I didn't know the burgundy was my color. #we will leave... Django! I count six shots, nigger. #on that beautiful song. You back, sonofabitch! I count two guns, nigger. #Byin' bye... bye bye... To dear son, hey Billy. You said in years on this plantation, you seen all o'manner shit done, ain'it?

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

Oh no!

They go n' catch your black ass... But I noticed... You gonna be holdin' out o'a pole just now, nigger, you didn't knit your knee cap.

Hey Big Trouble Maker.

You know what they are going to call you?

The Fastest Gun in the South. Seventy six years, Steven... the bounty hunters gonna be looking for you. Let git outta here. how many niggers you think you see come n' go, uh, ...? You can run, nigger, Caption and sync jcdr v . - .. but they gonna find your ass! ...? And when they do, oh I love what they gonna do to your ass. ...? Preuzeto sa www.titlovi.com ? They gonna just kill you, nigger! Thanks to Boon for his corrections!

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

You the fucked up!

This Candyland, nigger! But he was right 'bout one thing.

You can't destroy Candyland!

I am that one nigger in ten thousand.

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

You sonofabitch!

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

You motherfucker! Django! Oh please Jesus, let me kill this nigger! You up on a sonofabYou ain't go get away with this, Django. Hey Little Trouble Maker.