All language subtitles for Django.Unchained.2012.1080p.BluRay.DDP.5.1.10bit.H.265-iVy

[LUIS BACALOV & ROCKY ROBERTS'
"DJANGO THEME SONG" PLAYING]

♪ Django I'

♪ Django
Have you always been alone? a'

♪ Django I'

♪ Django
Have you never loved again? 4'

♪ Love will live on
Oh, oh a'

♪ Life must go on
Oh, oh a'

♪ For you cannot
Spend your life regretting a'

♪ Django I'

♪ Django
You must face another day a'

♪ Django I'

♪ Django
Now your love has gone away a'

♪ Once you loved her
Oh, oh a'

♪ Now you've lost her
Oh, oh a'

♪ But you've lost her forever
Django a'

♪ When there are clouds in the skies
And they are grey 4'

♪ You may be sad but remember
Love will pass away I'

♪ Oh, Django E

♪ After the showers
The sun 4'

♪ Will be shining a'

♪ Once you loved her
Oh, oh a'

♪ Now you've lost her
Oh, oh a'

♪ But you've lost her forever
Django a'

♪ When there are clouds
In the skies a'

♪ And they are grey a'

♪ You may be sad but remember
Love will pass away I'

♪ Oh, Django E

♪ After the showers
The sun 4'

♪ Will be shining a'

♪ Django I'

♪ Oh, Django E

♪ You must go on a'

♪ Oh, Django h'

[SLAVES GRUNTING]

Whoa.

Whoa.

Who's that stumbling 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 traveller.

Whoa, boy.

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?

ACE: Who wants to know?
Well, I do.

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

What kind of doctor?
SCHULTZ: Dentist.

Now, are you
the Speck Brothers?

Did you purchase those men
at the Greenville auction?

So what?
So I wish to parley with you.

Speak English.

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?

DJANGO:
I'm from the Carrucan plantation.

Who said that?

What's your name?

Dlaflgo.

Then you are exactly the one
I'm looking for.

Do you know who
the Brittle Brothers are?

Who are they?

Big John.

Ellis.

Roger.

Sometime they call him
Little Raj.

They was overseers
at the Carrucan plantation.

Not anymore.

Tell me, if you were to see any
of these three gentlemen again,

would you recognise them?
ACE: Hey.

Stop talking to him like that.
Like what?

Like that.

My good man,
I'm simply trying to ascertain--

Speak English, goddamn it.

Everybody calm down.

I'm simply a customer
trying to conduct a transaction.

I don't care. No sale.
Now, off with you.

Don't be ridiculous.
Of 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?

[COCKS sum]

Last chance, fancy pants.

Oh, very well.

[DICKY SCREAMING]

[DICKY GROANING]

[DICKY SCREAMING]

I'm sorry to put a bullet in your beast.
I didn't want you to do anything rash

before you had a moment
to come to your senses.

You goddamn son of a bitch.

You shot Roscoe!

Well...

And you killed Ace!

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 leg's busted.
No doubt.

Now, if you could keep your
caterwauling down to a minimum,

I'd like to finish my line of enquiry
with young Django.

[SCREAMING]

DICKY:
God-fucking-damn it!

As I was saying,

if you were to see the Brittle Brothers
again, you could recognise them?

Yeah.

Sold American!

So, Mr. Speck?

Mr. Speck? How much
for young Django here?

That iron is nasty business.

Oh, could you hold this
for a moment?

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.

[SCREAMING]

Goddamn it!

[GROANING]

One hundred, 10, 20

and 5

for young Django here.

And since he won't be
needing it anymore,

I'd like to purchase
your brother's nag.

Also, Mr. Speck,

I'm 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.

Thank you.

This will serve nicely
as a bill of sale.

Whoa.

Now,
as to you poor devils...

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 37 miles
back the way you came.

Or two:

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.

Choice is yours.

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

the North Star is that one.

Ta-ta.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

[CHAINS CLINKING]

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

You gotta be reasonable
in a situation like this.

I'm not a bad guy.
I'm just doing my job.

Blueberry, didn't I
give you my last apple?

Tell you what, boys:

Take me to the doc in El Paso,
I'll get you your freedom.

[GUN COCKS]

No. No, please.

[NI]

All right, now.

I'd like you to take
two of these tonight

and then in the morning...

That's a nigger on a horse.

What's everybody staring at?

They ain't never seen no nigger
on a horse before.

[GOATS BLEATING]

Whoa.

Good morning, innkeeper.

Two beers for two weary travellers.

It's still a bit early. We won't
be open for another hour.

By then, we'll be serving breakfast.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the hell
you think you're doing, boy?

Get that nigger out of here.

Help! Help!

Innkeepefl

Remember, get the sheriff,
not the marshal.

INNKEEPER:
Sheriff! Help!

Alas...

now we must act
as our own bartender.

Sit down, my boy.

What kind of dentist
are you?

[CHUCKLES]

Despite that cart, I haven't
practised dentistry in five years.

But these days,
I practise a new profession:

Bounty hunter.

Do 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.

[CLICKING TONGUE]

Hat.

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

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.

Sometimes that's easier
said than done.

I show that corpse to the authorities,
proving 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?
Ah.

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.

If you're not in a position
to refuse, all the better.

So for the time being, I'm gonna make
this slavery 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.

So I would like the two of us
to enter into an agreement.

[NI]

I'm looking for the Brittle Brothers.

However, at this endeavour,
I'm at a slight disadvantage,

insofar as I don't know
what they look like.

But you do. Don't you?

I know what they look like,
all right.

Good.

So here's my agreement.

You travel with me
until we find them.

Where we going?
Ah.

I hear at least two of them are overseeing
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,
$25 per Brittle Brother.

That's $75.

And, as if on cue,
here comes the sheriff.

Okay, boys. Fun's over.

Come on out.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

All right, folks, calm down.

Go about your business.

These 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
nothing better to do

than to come into Bill Sharp's town

and show your ass?

[SCREAMS]

[GROANING]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

MAN:
What'd you just do to our sheriff?

[WOMAN GASPS]

[CROWD SCREAMING]

Now you can get the marshal.

Now you can get the marshal.

[NI]

INNKEEPER:
Marshal! Marshal!

Should we wait inside?
Can we just leave?

After you.

Move that buckboard a long ways
across the street from the saloon.

I want six men, six rifles 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.

Somebody get poor Bill
out of the goddamn street.

You in the saloon.

We got 100 rifles aimed at
every way out of that building.

You got one chance
to get out of this alive.

You and your nigger come out
right now, and I mean right now.

SCHULTZ: Is this the marshal I
have the pleasure of addressing?

Yes, it is.

This is U.S. Marshal Gill Tatum.

SCHULTZ".
Na wunderbar, marshal.

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 him 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, much as we'd all enjoy
seeing something like that,

ain't nobody gonna cheat
the hangman in my town.

Fair enough, marshal.
Here we come.

They're a little tense out there,

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

Come ahead.

You unarmed?
SCHULTZ: Yes, indeed we are.

Marshal Tatum, may I address
you and your deputies

and apparently the entire town
of Daughtrey

as to the incident
that just occurred?

Go on.

Thank you.

My name is Dr. King Schultz.

Like yourself, marshal,
I'm 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 $200.

Now that's $200, dead or alive.

The hell, you say.

I'm aware this is probably
disconcerting news.

But I'm willing to wager

this man was elected sheriff
sometime in the past two years?

Yeah.
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're encouraged to wire him.

He'll back up who I am

and who your
dear departed sheriff was.

In other words, marshal,

you owe me $200.

[LUIS BACALOV & EDDA DEUORSCTS "LO
CHIAMAVANO KING (HIS NAME IS KING)" PLAYING]

I'll be damned.

♪ His name was King
He had a horse a'

♪ Along the countryside
I saw him ride a'

♪ He had a gun
I knew him well a'

♪ Oh, I heard him singing
I knew he loved someone h'

After this Brittle business
is behind us,

you'll be a free man

with a horse,
$75 in your back pocket.

What's your plan
after that?

Find my wife

and buy her freedom.

Dlaflgo...

I had no idea
you were a married man.

Do most slaves
believe in marriage?

Me and my wife do.

Old Man Carrucan didn't.
That's why we run off.

[NI]

MAN:
Django.

Django, Django.

You got sand, Django.

The boy's got sand.

I got no use for a nigger with sand.

I want you to burn a runaway "R"
right here on his cheek.

And the girl too.

[GRUNTING]

And I want you to take them
to the Greenville auction

and sell them.

Both of them.

Separately.

And this one...

you will sell him cheap.

In Greenville...

there should be some sort
of a records office.

You know
when she was sold,

you know where
she came from,

and you know her name.

What is her name?

Broomhilda.

[NI]

What?

Broomhilda.

Broomhilda?
Mm-hm.

Were her owners German?

Yeah, how you know?

She wasn't born on the plantation.
She was raised by a German.

The Von Shafts.

She speak
a little German too.

Your wife?
Mm-hm. When she was little,

her mistress taught her so she'd
have someone to speak German with.

Well, let me
get this straight.

Your slave wife speaks German and
her name is Broomhilda Von Shaft?

Yep.

[NI]

They call me Hildi.

[ROOSTER CROWING]

When we gain access
to these plantations,

we'll be putting on an act.
Mm-hm

You'll be playing a character.

Huh?

No?

Now, during the act,
you can never break character.

Do you understand?

Yeah. Don't break character.

And your character
is that of the Valet.

What that is?

That's a fancy word for servant.

Valet?
Mm-hm.

Heh.

And now, Django, you may choose
your character's costume.

Youse gonna let me
pick out my own clothes?

But of course.

[LUIS BACALOV & EDDA DEUORSCTS "LO
CHIAMAVANO KING (HIS NAME IS KING)" PLAYING]

♪ His name was King I'
E His name was King E

♪ He had a horse X
S He had a brother X

♪ Along the countryside
I saw him ride a'

♪ He had a gun
Oh, I knew him well 4'

♪ And when he shot
Oh, that man, he never missed r

♪ Ride on, King, ride a'

Whoa.

♪ You get your man h'

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 horses--

His 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.

[FRITZ SNORTS
THEN WOMEN LAUGH]

Mr. Bennett?

I've been led to believe that you are
a gentleman and a businessman.

And it is for these attributes we've
ridden from Texas 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 nothing?

Oh, I'm afraid so.

Well, what if I was to say
I don't like you

or your fancy-pants nigger?

And I wouldn't sell you
a tinker's damn.

Now, what you got
to say about that?

Mr. Bennett,

if you are the businessman
I've been led to believe you to be,

I have 5000 things I might say
that could change your mind.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, come on inside and get yourself
something cool to drink. Huh.

Mm-hm.

[CHUCKLES]

[MEN CHATTERING]

Maybe while
we discuss business,

you could provide one of
your loveliest black creatures

to escort Django around
your magnificent grounds.

Oh, well, absolutely.

Befina.
Yes, sir, Big Daddy?

Uh-- What your
Jimmie's name again?

Diango. Django.

Befina,sugan
could you take Django there

and take him around
and show him all the pretty stuff?

As you please, Big Daddy.
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'm?

Django isn't a slave. Django
is a free man, you understand?

You can't treat him
like the other niggers

because he ain't like
the other niggers. You got it?

You want I should treat him
like white folks?

No.

That's not what I said.

Then I don't know
what you want, Big Daddy.

Yes, I can see that. Uh...

What's the name of that peckerwood boy
from town that works with the glass?

His mama work over
at the lumberyard.

Oh, you mean Jerry.
That's the boy's name. Jerry.

You know Jerry, don't you, sugar?
Yes'm, Big Daddy.

Well, that's it, then. You just
treat him like you would Jerry.

[PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC]

That house we just left from
is the Big House.

Big Daddy call it that
because it's big.

That there is the pantry.

That's where Big Daddy
hang all his dead meat.

Poor little squirrels.

What you do
for your master?

Didn't you hear him?
I ain't no slave.

So you really free?
Yes, I's free.

You mean you
wanna dress like that?

Betina, I need to ask you something.
What you want?

I'm looking for three white men.
Three brothers. Overseers.

Their name is Brittle. You know them?
Brittle?

Yes, Brittle. John Brittle, Ellis Brittle,
Roger Brittle, sometime called Little Raj.

I don't know them.

They could be using
a different name.

They would have come this past year.
You mean the Shaffers?

Maybe. Three brothers?

Maybe. Three brothers?

Uh-huh.
They here?

Uh-huh.
Could you point one of them out to me?

Well, one's over in that field.

[NI]

[ANTHONY HAMILTCJN & ELAYNA
BOYNTON'S "FREEDOM" PLAYING]

Soon:

DJANGO: Old Man Carrucan
ain't gonna appreciate this.

She work in the house, John.
You mess her up,

she ain't gonna be worth
a damn thing.

Now, your Bible say...

♪ Felt like the weight of the world
Was on my shoulders a'

DJANGO: I told you that I was
one that made her do it.

You ready?
She didn't wanna run off with me.

If anybody should be
getting whupped, it should be me.

I been here long enough,
you know me a long time now.

[DOGS BARKING]

♪ Facing the fear that the truth
I discover a'

You know Master Carrucan ain't gonna
appreciate this. She's a house slave.

[SCREAMING]

♪ I'm looking for freedom I'

♪ Looking for freedom I'

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ And to find it
Cost me everything I have 4'

[SCREAMING]

♪ Well, I am looking for freedom X

Aah!
DJANGO: I'm asking you, please.

Ain't this what you want? I'm keeping
it funny for you. Now, John, please.

♪ Oh, and to find it E

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

L's on my knees, John.

I like the way you beg, boy.

Is that who
you was looking for?

Yep.

Where the other two at?

They by the stable, punishing
Little Jody for breaking eggs.

They whipping Little Jody?

Point me in that direction.

You go to that tree
and keep going thattaway.

Go get that white man
I came here with.

LITTLE RAJ: Come on, now.
No, no, please!

Come on, girlie. Come on.

Get you set up now.

And the Lord said, "The fear of ye,

and the dread of ye shall be
on every beast of the earth!"

Hey, give me that arm!

You better give me that arm.
You better give me that arm.

[NI]

[NI]

Okay, she ready!

[WHIMPERING]

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

John Brittle!

You remember me?

[GIRL GASPS]

I like the way you die, boy.

Goddamn son of a bitch.

[GRUNTING]

Keep it funny!

[SCREAMS]

[LITTLE RAJ GROANING]

Y'all wanna see something?

[COCKS sum]

LITTLE RAJ:
Ah! No! Ah!

[GUN CLICKING]

Who were they?

That's Big John.

That's Little Raj.

Where's Ellis?

He's the one hightailing it
across that field right now.

You sure that's him?
Yeah.

Positive?
I don't know.

If you're positive?
I don't know what "positive" mean.

It means you're sure.
Yes.

"Yes," what?
Yes, I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle.

I'm positive he dead.

Diaflgo!

Everybody calm down.
We mean no one else any harm.

Who are you two jokers?

I am Dr. King Schultz,
a legal representative

of the criminal justice system
of the United States.

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, Roger Brittle
and Ellis Brittle.

They were going
by the name Shaffer.

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

These are wanted men.
The law wants them for murder.

Now, I reiterate:

The warrant states
"dead or alive,"

so when Mr. Freeman and myself
executed these men on sight,

we were operating
within our legal boundaries.

I realise passions are high,

but I must warn you:

The penalty for taking deadly force
against an officer of the court

in the performance of his duty is

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

Now, may I please remove
the warrant

from my pocket
so you may examine it?

Gimme.

Satisfied?

May I have that back, please?

Get off my land.

Posthaste.

Load up the bodies as quickly as
you can and let's get out of here.

[SCHULTZ WHISTLING]

Yeah, that's them sons of bitches.

[NI]

[MEN YELLING]

Come on, men!

MAN:
We're coming for you, nigger!

BIG DADDY: Now, unless
they start shooting first,

nobody shoot them.

That's way too simple
for these jokers.

We're gonna whup
that nigger lover to death.

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

Damn.

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

RAN DY:
We ready or what?

BIG DADDY: Hold on, I'm
fucking with my eyeholes.

Oh. Oh, shit.
I just made it worse.

HARRY: Who made this goddamn shit?
O.B.: Willard's wife.

WILLARD:
Well, make your own goddamn masks.

Look, n0body's saying they don't
appreciate what Jenny did.

REDFISH: If all I had to do
was cut a hole in a bag,

I could have cut it
better than this.

RANDY: What about 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.

When I start riding, the bag's moving
all over and I'm riding blind.

Shit.

I just made mine worse.

Anybody bring any extra bags?

REDFISH:
No, nobody brought an extra bag.

I'm just asking.

O.B. Do we have to wear
them when we ride?

Well, shitfire.

If you don't wear them as you ride up,
that defeats the purpose.

REDFISH:
I can't see in this fucking thing!

I can't breathe
and I can't ride in this thing.

WILLARD:
Well, fuck all y'all. I'm going home.

Now, I watched my wife work all day,

getting 3O bags together
for you ungrateful sons of bitches,

and all I can hear is
criticise, criticise, criticise.

From now on,
don't ask me or mine for nothing.

Now, look.
Let's not forget why we're here.

We got a killer nigger
over that hill there,

and we gotta make
a lesson out of him.

Okay, I'm confused.
Are the bags on or off?

ROBERT: I think we all think
the bag was a nice idea.

RAN DY:
Yeah.

ROBERT: But, not pointing any fingers,
they could have been done better.

So how about no bags
this time,

but next time we do the bags right
and then we go full regalia.

MAN 1: I like that idea.
MAN 2: You get my vote.

Wait a minute.
I didn't say no bags.

But nobody can see.

So?
So it'd be nice to see.

Goddamn it! This is a raid!
I can't see, you can't see.

So what? All that matters is can
the fucking horse see. That's a raid!

[MEN YELLING]

HARRY:
Sons of bitches!

I can't see shit!

BIG DADDY: There he is. Get that
nigger out from under that wagon.

And get that nigger lover
out of the wagon.

That nigger ain't down here, Big Daddy.
What?

They tricked us.
Where are they?

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

Oh!

Bull's-eye.

[MEN SCREAMING]

DJANGO:
Look at them run.

Yeah, cowards tend to do that.

BIG DADDY:
Goddamn it!

Would you care to?

Can't see shit out of this.

He's getting away.
I got him.

SCHULTZ:
Big Daddy's getting away.

I got him.

[BIG DADDY GRUNTS]

Got him.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[CHUCKLES]

The kid's a natural.

How you know Bro0mhilda's
first masters was German?

Broomhilda's a German name.

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

Lots of gals where you're from
named Broomhilda?

Broomhilda is the name
of a character

in the most popular
of all the German legends.

There's a story about Broomhilda?

Oh, yes, there is.

Do you know it?

Oh, every German knows that story.

Would you like me to tell you?

Well, Broomhilda was a princess.

She was a daughter of Wotan,
god of all gods.

Anyway, her father
is really mad at her.

What she do?

I can't exactly remember.

She disobeys him
in some way.

So he puts her
on top of the mountain.

Broomhilda's on a mountain?

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

And he puts a fire-breathing dragon
there to guard the mountain.

And he surrounds her
in a circle of hellfire.

And there,
Broomhilda shall remain

unless a hero arises
brave enough to save her.

Does a fella arise?

Yes, Django, as a matter of fact,
he does.

A fella named Siegfried.

Does Siegfried save her?

Quite spectacularly so.

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

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

And he walks through hellfire...

And he walks through hellfire...

because Broomhilda's worth it.

[NI]

I know how he feel.

I think I'm just starting
to realise that.

Now, look, Django...

I don't doubt that one day
you'll save your lady love,

but I can't let you go to Greenville
in a good conscience.

A slave auction town in Mississippi
isn't the place for you to visit.

Free or not,
it's just too dangerous.

But let me ask you a question.

How do you like
the bounty hunting business?

Kill white folks
and they pay you for it?

What's not to like?

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

I thought you was mad at me
for killing Big John and Little Raj.

Yeah, you were a tad overzealous,
but normally that's a good thing.

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

What you mean, "partner up"?

You work with me through the
winter till the snow melts,

I give you a third
of my bounties.

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

I'll take you to Greenville myself,

and we'll find
where they sent your wife.

Why you care what happen to me?

Why you care if I find my wife?

Frankly...

I've never given anybody
their freedom before.

And now that I have,
I feel vaguely responsible for you.

Plus, when a German meets a real-life
Siegfried, that's kind of a big deal.

As a German,
I'm obliged to help you

on your quest to rescue
your beloved Broomhilda.

[JIM CROCES "I GOT A NAME"
PLAYING]

♪ Like the pine trees
Lining the winding road 4'

♪ I've got a name
I've got a name a'

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

♪ Like the singin' bird
And the croakin' toad S'

♪ I've got a name
I've got a name a'

♪ And I carry it with me
Like my daddy did A'

♪ But I'm livin' the dream
That he kept hid 4'

♪ Movin' me down the highway a'

♪ Rollin' me down the highway a'

♪ Movin' ahead
So life won't pass me by a'

♪ Like the north wind
Whistlin' down the sky a'

♪ I've got a song
I've got a song a'

♪ Like the whip-poor-will
And the baby's cry r

♪ I've got a song
I've got a song a'

♪ And I carry it with me
And I sing it loud a'

♪ If it gets me nowhere
I'll go there proud I'

♪ Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway a'

♪ Movin' ahead
So life won't pass me by N

MAN:
You got her.

[SIGHS]

Ooh. What happened to Mr. "I Wanna
Shoot White Folks For Money"?

His son's with him.

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

Maybe even share a last word.

That's better
than most of them get.

Damn sight better
than he deserves.

Put down the rifle.

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

Let's take out
Smitty Bacall's handbill.

Now, read it aloud.

Consider that today's lesson.

"Wanted. Dead or alive.

Smitty Bacall
and the Smitty Bacall G--"

Gang-
"Gang."

"For murder and stagecoach...

...robbery.

Seven-zero-zero-zero--"

Seven thousand.

Thousand.

"Seven thousand dollars
for Smitty Bacall,

$1500 for each of his

gang m__"

Mem...?

"Members.

Known members of the Smitty Bacall
Gang are as follas:"

Follows.
"Follows."

"Dandy Michaels,
Gerald Nash and--"

Crazy Craig Koons.

That is who Smitty Bacall is.

If Smitty Bacall wanted to start a farm at
22, they would never have printed that.

But Smitty Bacall
wanted to rob stagecoaches,

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

Do 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.

This corpse is worth $7000.

Now quit your pussyfooting
and shoot him.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[BOY CHUCKLES]

BOY:
Pa?

Pa!

Here. You need to keep
this Smitty Bacall handbill.

Why?

It's good luck. You always keep
the handbill of your first bounty.

[NI]

That's accurate.

Doctor, Django,
how the hell are you?

Who the hell have you got there?

The Wilson-Lowe Gang.

Who the hell
is the Wilson-Lowe Gang?

Bad Chuck Wilson and meaner Bobby
Lowe and three of their acolytes.

Huh. Leave them out here,
they ain't going nowhere.

Why don't you come in out of the snow
and get yourselves some coffee?

We had a birthday yesterday.
Got some cake.

Pretty good.

[NI]

[NI]

[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN 1: Keep moving. Get on
up to that auction block.

Don't let that mud slow you down.
Keep going.

MAN 2:
Come on.

MAN 3:
Keep going.

SCHULTZ:
"Br0omhilda Von Shaft.

Age 27.

'R' on right cheek.

Calvin Candie."

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

Candyland?

Oh, you've heard of it.
Ain't no slave ain't heard of Candyland.

Well, apparently,
that's where your wife is,

and that's the repellent gentleman
who owns her.

Let's hope she works
in the house, not the field.

Oh, no,
she ain't no field nigger.

She-- She pretty.

And she talk good too.

But when they tore
her back up,

and then they burned
that runaway "R" on her cheek,

they goddamned her.

[SCREAMING]

She ain't no field nigger but ain't good
enough for the house no more.

They'll try to make her a comfort girl.
What's a comfort--? Oh.

Not while I got freedom.

Not while I got my gun.

So do we offer to buy her?

So...

say...

a man wants
to buy a horse.

Needs to buy a horse.

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

and asks the farmer to buy his horse.
You know what the farmer says?

The farmer says no.

Well, I say fuck that farmer.
And I'm stealing that horse.

Fair enough.
But now you're a horse thief,

and they hang horse thieves.

The horse goes back to its original owner
because the horse is his property.

We need her
and we need a bill of sale.

If we ain't gonna buy her,
how we gonna get her?

May I offer an alternative
plan of action?

Go ahead.

So...

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

and asks not to buy the horse,
but the farm.

Mm-hm.
And makes an offer so ridiculous

the farmer is forced to say yes.

We 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?

What?

Can you convincingly
masquerade as someone

who is an expert
on Mandingo fighting?

Why?

SCHULTZ". Because my character is that
of a big money buyer from Dilsseldorf

here in Greenville to buy my way
into the Mandingo fight game.

And your character is a Mandingo
expert I hired to help me do it.

DJANGO:
They call that "One-Eyed Charly. "

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

We're here to see
Mr. Calvin Candie.

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

Thank you.
Mm-hm.

You want me to play a black slaver?

Ain't nothing lower
than a black slaver.

A black slaver is lower than
the head house nigger

and,buddy,
that's pretty fucking low.

Then play him that way.

Give me your black slaver.

ALL:
♪ His heart was all a-flutter ♪

ALL:
♪ His heart was all a-flutter ♪

♪ Along came the 2:19 ♪
Toot, toot ♪

♪ Peanut butter
Fare thee well, fare thee well H'

Dr. Schultz.

Good to see you again.
Mr. Moguy.

Thank you for your assistance in creating
the opportunity for this appointment.

Nonsense, it's my job.

So this is the One-Eyed Charly
I've heard so much about.

Yes, this is Django Freeman.

Django, this is Mr. Candie's lawyer,
Leonide Moguy.

Just call me Leo.

Calvin's in the Julius Caesar room.
You all wanna follow me?

SCHULTZ: How long have you been
associated with Mr. Candie?

LEO:
Calvin's father and I were about 11

when we went
to boarding school together.

Calvin's father's father
put me through law school.

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

One could almost say
youse a nigger.

What did you say?

I said--
Nothing, he's just being cheeky.

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

Yes, he is a bit
of a Francophile.

Ha. What civilised people aren't?

And he prefers Monsieur Candie
to Mr. Candie.

[m FRENCH]

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

[MEN GRUNTING]

CANDIE:
Get back on top, now. Turn around.

There you go.

There you go.

Why do you want to get
in the Mandingo business?

[IN ENGLISH] You don't intend to allow your
second to make the proper introductions?

CANDIE: Quit stalling, now.
Answer the question.

[MEN CONTINUE GRUNTING]

The awful truth?

I'm bored.
This seems like a good bit of fun.

Well, come on over.

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

[AMERIGO SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

Won't you accompany me
to the bar?

You don't wear a hat in the house,
white man. Even I know that.

[POOL BALLS CLACKING]

Dr. Schultz.
What a rare pleasure.

Keep fighting, niggers.

And I might add, an honour.

Honour to meet you.
Have a seat, the pleasure's mine.

Get free man Django here
whatever he wants.

And I'll have
sweet tea and bourbon.

[BOTH YELLING]

CANDIE: Use your weight, boy,
use your weight! There you go.

He's much bigger and stronger!

Come on, now!

He's not doing what I told him,
for God's sakes.

Bravo, bravo, Luigi.

[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

CANDIE: Come on, now, boy!
It's a fight to the death!

You either hit him or are you ain't?

[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

Big Fred, come on!

CANDIE:
Turn him around! Now, come--!

Use your strength, boy!

Come on, now! Use your strength!

There you go.

There you go!

Look at that.

See, I told you to put
some more power in there.

Do what I told you, boy.

There you go.

No.

Do what I told you!
Blind him black, boy! Blind him black!

Oh, no, Luigi.

[LUIGI SCREAMING]

CANDIE:
Yeah!

Whoo! Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh.

[PANTING]

[LUIGI SCREAMING]

Finish him.

Go on, boy, finish him.

[HAMMER THUDS]

LEO: That's why they call him Big Fred.
Worth every penny.

Well, arrivederci, Luigi.

Come on up, now, boy.
Get yourself a rest.

You did a fine job. A real fine job.

Mercedes.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING
IN DISTANCE]

Tequila.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

What's your name?

Dlaflgo.

Can you spell it?

D-J-A-N-G-O.

The D is silent.

I know.

[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

CANDIE: Mr. Moguy, I want you to
take care of my new boy here.

You find him a room with a soft bed, then
bring him up a pony to lick his pole.

Be ready to travel to Candyland
tomorrow morning, you hear?

Yes, sir.
Before you go--

Roscoe, get Fred here
a tall beer.

You enjoy that, boy.
You've earned it.

Yes, sir.

What's your name, boy?

His name is Django Freeman.

[CANDIE CHUCKLES]

Where'd you dig him up?

A fortuitous turn of events brought
Django and myself together.

I've heard tell about you.

You been telling everybody
them Mandingos ain't no good.

Nothing nobody is selling
is worth buying. I'm curious.

What makes you
such a Mandingo expert?

I'm curious
what makes you so curious.

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

No of fence given,

none taken.

SCHULTZ:
Monsieur Candie,

I'd appreciate if you could direct
your line of enquiry toward me.

CANDIE:
One...

you do not have a drink.
Can I get you a refreshment?

Yes. I'll have a beer.

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

Roscoe, a beer for the man
with the beard,

and I will have a Polynesian
Pearl Diver. Do not spare the rum.

Doc...

I am a seasoned slaver. You are--
Well, you are a neophyte.

I'm simply trying to ascertain
if this cowboy here

is taking advantage
of you.

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.

Well, we weren't talking business yet.

We were discussing my curiosity.

Thank you.

CANDIE:
Roscoe, Coco, go outside and play.

Sheba, you stay right there.

I know you didn't mean me.

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

German.

Now, according to Moguy,

if I do business with you,

I'm doing business
with both y'all.

He does the eyeballing,
you the billfold?

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

Hmm.

So...

Bright Boy, Moguy tells me
you looked over my African flesh

and you was
none too impressed, huh?

Not for top dollar.

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.

He don't wanna buy the niggers
you wanna sell.

He wants the nigger
you don't wanna sell.

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

Well, 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.

But if I made you an offer so ridiculous
you'd be forced to consider it,

who knows what could happen?

And what do you
consider ridiculous?

For a truly talented specimen,
the right nigger?

How much would you say, Django?

Twelve thousand dollars.

[CANDIE SLURPS]

Well, gentlemen,
you had my curiosity,

but now you have
my attention.

[NI]

[NI]

[NI]

CANDIE:
Willie. Willie.

Hold up. Hold up.

Ah. Good Dr. Schultz.
Good morning, gentlemen.

Beautiful morning, isn't it?
You couldn't have picked a better one.

Won't you take a ride with us
here in the Victoria?

SCHULTZ:
Oh, thank you very much.

CANDIE:
You can tie your horse up back there.

Dlaflgo.

Where I part company from many
of my phrenologist colleagues

is I believe there is a level
above bright,

above talented,
aboveloyal

that a nigger
can aspire to.

Say, one nigger that just
pops up in 10,000.

The exceptional nigger.

Bright day, huh, Bright Boy?

The sun is up.

It's shining on all of us.

Have a seat, doc.

Thank you. Quite an honour.

The honour is all ours.
Thank you.

CAN DIE:
But I do believe that given time,

exceptional niggers
like Bright Boy here

become if not frequent,

more frequent.

Right, boy?

You are that 1 in 10,000.

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

[MEN LAUGHING]

Whoa!

Touch your guns, you die.
Everybody calm down.

Now, I saw the whole thing.
No harm done.

Are you kidding me? This niggerjust--
I said no harm done!

Now take your hand off your pistol!

Butch, that means you too.

Everybody stop
antagonizing my guest.

Hoot, get back up on your horse.

HOOP
He broke my collarbone.

For God's sake,
somebody please help Hoot here

back up on his goddamn horse.

NICK: Yes, sir, boss.
Oh, now, you are one lucky nigger.

Better listen to your boss, white boy.

I'm gonna go walking
in the moonlight with you.

You wanna hold my hand?

You wanna hold my hand?

[CHUCKLES]

[RICK ROSS'
"100 BLACK COFFINS" PLAYING]

CANDIE:
Willie, take us home.

JESSIE:
Here we go. Start moving.

BILLY:
Head them out.

♪ I need a hundred black coffins
For a hundred bad men 4'

♪ A hundred black graves
So I can lay they ass in S'

♪ I need a hundred black preachers
With a black sermon to tell I

♪ From a hundred black Bibles
While we send them all to hell r

♪ I need a hundred black coffins
Black coffins, black coffins 4'

♪ I need a hundred black coffins
Black coffins, oh, Lord 4'

♪ Black coffins
I need a hundred N'

You got a problem
with your eyeball, boy?

No, sir.
You want a boot heel in it?

No, sir.

Then you keep
your goddamn eyeballs off me.

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

Now move, nigger.

You niggers are gonna
understand something.

I'm worse than any
of these white men here.

You get the molasses out your ass,
keep your goddamn eyeballs off me.

He is a rambunctious sort,
ain't he? Heh.

Indeed.Heh.

May we stop for a moment
so I may put a word in my man's ear?

I'm expecting to fall in love once I see
the specimens at Candyland,

so before that moment

it would be good if I could have
a confidential strategy meeting

with my confidant.

What the hell you doing?

I confirmed that Broomhilda's
at Candyland.

You're sure it's her?
He didn't call her by name

but she's a young lady, whip marks
on her back and speaks German.

While it's not wise to assume,

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

Point being,

don't get so carried away
with your retribution.

You lose sight of why we're here.

You think I lost sight of that?
Yes, I do. Stop antagonizing Candie.

You're going to blow
this whole charade,

or more than likely
get us both killed.

And I, for one, don't intend to die in
Chickasaw County, Mississippi, U.S.A.

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

You're yelling abuse
at these poor slaves.

I recall the man

who had me kill another man
in front of his son

and he didn't bat a eye.

You remember that?

Yeah, of course I remember.

What you said was that
this is my world

and in my world you gotta get dirty.

So that's what I'm doing,
I'm getting dirty.

Well, you're paraphrasing a tad,

but that was the general gist.

See you at Candyland.

DJANGO:
All right, niggers, back at it.

That means you too, Moonlight.

[NI]

[NI]

[DOGS BARKING]

CANDIE:
I'll be.

D'Artagnan!

Now, boy, why do a fool thing
like run off?

I can't fight no more,
Monsieur Candie.

CANDIE:
Yes, you can.

You might not be able to win,
but your ass can fight.

Mr. Stonesipher, would you shut these
dogs up? I cannot hear myself think.

Quieten down, Marsha!
Marsha, hush up!

Marsha! Hush up!

Hey! Get these goddamn dogs
away from this nigger!

[DOGS WHIMPERING]

Well, now, boy, get on out that tree.
D'ARTAGNAN: Yes, sir.

[DOGS BARKING]

How long was he loose?

A night. Day.

Half the other night.

How far he get off
the property?

About 20 miles off prop.
Pretty far considering that limp he got.

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

One of this new lot.

Way he looks now, a blind Indian
wouldn't bet a bead on him.

D'ARTAGNAN: Please, Monsieur Candie,
I ain't got it in me no more.

Now, now, now.
Now, no begging.

No playing on my soft heart.

You in trouble now, son.
Yes, sir.

You know,
I done paid $500 for you.

When I pay $500,

I expect to get five fights out of a
nigger before he roll over and play dead.

Sir.

Gotta understand
I'm running a business here.

You fought three fights.
But I won every one.

Yes, you did. Yes, you did.

But that last one, you muddled the
line between winning and losing.

Still, the fact remains:

I pay $500,
I want five goddamn fights.

So, what about my $500, huh?

What about my $500?

You gonna reimburse me?

You even know
what "reimburse" means?

[ALL LAUGHING]

SCHULTZ:
I'll reimburse you.

You Will?

Yep.

You'll pay $500

for practically a one-eyed old Joe
ain't fit to push a broom?

No, he won't.

He just tired of you
toying with him is all.

Matter of fact, so am I.

We ain't paying a penny
for that pickaninny.

Ain't got no use for him.
Ain't that right, doc?

You heard him.

You're gonna have to 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?

That's right.

CANDIE:
For that matter...

nor have I.

Now,

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

you won't mind me handling
this nigger any way I see fit?

He's your nigger.

Mr. Stonesipher?

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

STONESIPHER:
Marsha!

Marsha, hey, get him!

[DOGS BARKING]

Get him, get him!

[ALL WHOOPING]

[D'ARTAGNAN SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

Your boss looks a little green around the
gills for a blood sport like nigger fighting.

No. He just ain't used to seeing
a man ripped apart by dogs is all.

Oh.

You are used to it?

I'm just a little more used
to Americans than he is.

Huh.

Now,

[IN FRENCH ACCENT]
Monsieur Candie,

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
whenever you're ready.

We rode five hours so you could
show off your stock. Let's get to it.

Because as of now, if he's an
example, I ain't impressed.

Follow me.

[NI]

[CLICKS TONGUE]

JESSIE:
Line them up to the left here now, boy.

Stand up straight, now!

Get up there.

Get up there, boy.
Come on.

I said give me a line! Give me a line!
Get in line there! Straighten up!

[CANDIE & LEO
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Hello! Stephen, my boy.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hello, my ass.

Who this nigger
up on that nag?

Aww, Stephen,
you have nails for breakfast?

What's the matter?
Why you so ornery?

You miss me, huh?
Oh, yes, sir.

I miss you
like a hog miss slop.

Like a baby miss mammy's titty.
Ha-ha-ha.

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

[LAUGHING]

Now, I asked you:
Who this nigger on that nag?

Hey, Snowball?

Wanna know my name
or the name of my horse, you ask me.

Just who the hell you calling
"Snowball," horse boy?

I'll snatch your black ass off that nag
so fast, make your head spin.

Stephen, Stephen,
Stephen.

Let's keep it funny.
Django here's a Freeman.

This nigger here?
That nigger there.

Let me at least introduce
the two of you.

Django, this is another cheeky
black bugger like yourself, Stephen.

Stephen, this here's Django.
You two ought to hate each other.

Calvin, just who the hell is this nigger
you feels the need to entertain?

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

They are our guests, Stephen.

And you, you old decrepit bastard,
ought to show them hospitality.

You understand that?
Him I understand.

Don't know why I got to take lip
off this nigger.

You don't have to know why.
Do you understand?

Yes, sir. I understand.
Well, good.

They're spending the night. Go up in
the guest bedrooms and get two ready.

He gonna stay in the Big House?

Stephen, he's a slaver.
It's different.

In the Big House?
You got a problem with that?

No, I ain't got no problem with it,

if you ain't got no problem
burning the bed, sheets

when this motherfucker's gone.

That is my problem.
They are mine to burn.

Your problem
is making a good impression.

I want you to start solving that problem
and get them goddamn rooms ready!

Yes, sir, Monsieur Candie.

Go on, now.

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

Your daddy rolling over in his grave.
Man, the lip on him.

He's getting worse and worse.
Now...

Where is my beautiful sister?!

There she is!

[CANDIE WHOOPING]

Dr. Schultz, this attractive
Southern belle is my widowed sister.

Darling, you are a tonic
for tired eyes.

May I present to you
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly?

Chester, Rodney, Chicken Charly.
Y'all get your ass over by that pen.

TOMMY: Come on, Charly. Go on.
BILL: Let's go. Come on.

You know where it is.
Like you on a rope.

TOMMY: Niggers don't walk
around here, niggers run.

SCHULTZ:
Ah, Monsieur Candie?

Hmm?

Yeah. About that matter about the
nigger girl you were talking about?

Nigger gal?

Yeah, I believe you mentioned
she spoke German.

Ah, yes, Hildi, what about them?

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

You little dickens, you.
I don't see why not.

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

get her cleaned up real nice
and sent to Dr. Schultz's room here.

Actually, Monsieur Candie, sir, there's
something I ain't told you about yet.

What?
Uh, Hildi in the hot box.

CANDIE:
What's she doing there?

STEPHEN: What you think she doing there
in the hot box? She being punished.

CANDIE: What she do?
STEPHEN: She run off again.

Jesus Christ, how many people
ran away while I was gone?

Two.
When did she go?

Last night.
They brung her back this morning.

How bad did Stonesipher's dogs
tear her up?

STEPHEN: Lucky for her, they was
out chasing D'Artagnan's ass.

Bill and Cody went looking for her,
found her, brung her back.

Now, she a little beat up.

She done that to her own damn self
running through them bushes.

CANDIE:
How long she been in the box?

STEPHEN: How long do you think
she been in there? All damn day.

And the little bitch got 1O more days
be in there.

Still, take her out.
Take her out? Why?

Because I said so, that's why.

Dr. Schultz is my guest.
Hildi is my nigger.

Southern hospitality dictates
I make her available to him.

But, Monsieur Candie, she run off.
Jesus Christ, Stephen.

What is the point of having
a nigger that speaks German

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

Now, I realise it is inconvenient,

but still, you take her ass out.

Yes, sir.

CANDIE: Lara Lee. Will you
and Cora be responsible

for getting Hildi cleaned up
and presentable for Dr. Schultz here?

LARA: Of course, darling.
Now, gentlemen, I do apologise,

but I am weary from our travels
beyond words.

It is time for me to rest my tired eyes.

[CLICKING TONGUE]

Y'all done heard the man!
Get her ass up out of there!

Cora, come here.
Get over there and get her cleaned up,

bring her back
over here to Dr.--

What he say your name is? Shoots?
Schultz.

Schultz.

Get her back over here. Hurry up, girl.
Yes, sir.

Get her back over here. Hurry up, girl.
Yes, sir.

[NI]

[BROOMHILDA SCREAMING]

HOOP
Come on, girl. Stand up.

BROOMHILDA:
No!

[GASPING]

Aah!

[BROOMHILDA SOBBING]

Is you coming with me or is you gonna
sleep in that little box over yonder?

[ELISA'S "ANCORA QUl" PLAYING]

[ELISA'S "ANCORA QUl" PLAYING]

[EXHALES]

Hello, ladies.

Dr. Schultz.
May I introduce to you Broomhilda?

Hildi, this is Dr. Schultz.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Broomhilda.

I've heard a lot of good things
about you.

Well, it's not every nigger
speaks German, don't you know.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

SCHULTZ:
As I look at you now, Broomhilda,

I can see all the passions you inspire
are completely justified.

The doctor here speaks German.

And I've been informed
you do as well?

Go ahead, girl.
Speak a little German.

[m GERMAN]

Huh. Ha, ha.

Astonishing.

[m GERMAN]

And I shall bring y--

SCHULTZ [IN ENGLISH]:
Much obliged.

[m GERMAN]

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

[IN ENGLISH]
Don't be afraid.

[m GERMAN]

Mm.

[IN ENGLISH]
Pardon.

[m GERMAN]

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

[LAUGHS]

[NI]

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

Hey, Little Troublemaker.

[GASPS]

[SIGHS]

[IN ENGLISH]
You silver-tongued devil, you.

Hurry up.
These ready, Miss Cora.

No, they drinking tonight.

Go get the jug with the red stuff
Monsieur Candie like.

Get your big pretty ass out the way.
You know you like it.

That's because you knows what I like.
Ha-ha-ha.

CORA:
Come on with these biscuits, girl.

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

But the best three by far
were Samson...

What's that other one's name?
Goldie.

Goldie.

And Eskimo Joe.

By the way,
why is he called Eskimo Joe?

You never know how these
nigger nicknames get started.

His name was Joe, maybe one day
he said he was cold. Who knows?

[ALL LAUGH]

Well, regardless,
Samson's your best.

We all know that.

You will never sell him, and I can see why.
He's a champion.

Mm-mm-mm.
All three are champions.

Samson's the champion.

Them other two pretty good.

Calvin, what's this nigger you let--?
Oh. It's all right.

You have to understand,
Monsieur Candie,

while admittedly a neophyte
in the nigger fight game,

I do have a little bit of a background
in the European travelling circus.

Is that right?

SCHULTZ: Hence, I have big ideas
when it comes to presentation.

Hmm.
SCHULTZ: I need something more

than just a big nigger.

Yeah, he needs to have panache.

Need to have what? What?
Panache. Uh...

A sense of showmanship.
Showmanship, yes.

I want to be able to bill him
as the Black Hercules.

[ALL LAUGHING]

The Black Hercules. Isn't that clever?
More like Nigger-les.

[LAUGHING]

I said, and I quote,

"I would pay top dollar for

the right nigger."

Now, I'm not saying that Eskimo Joe
is the wrong nigger, per se.

But is he right as rain?

Oh, Dr. Schultz, I will have you know
there is no one in the nigger fight game

that appreciates
the value of showmanship

more than Monsieur Calvin J. Candie.
Nobody.

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

And that is a nigger that can win fights.
Mm-hm.

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

After you have that,
and you know you have that,

then you can start to implement
a grand design.

In other words, first thing is first.

First things first.

[WHISPERING IN GERMAN]

[CHUCKLES]

Ooh. I see you two getting on.

Famously.

Oh, Monsieur Candie,

you cannot imagine what it's like not to
hear your native tongue in four years.

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

[ALL LAUGHING]

Two weeks in Boston.
Monsieur Candie, you a mess.

Two weeks in Boston.

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

And Hildi is a charming
conversation companion.

CANDIE:
Be careful now, Dr. Schultz.

You might have caught
a little dose of nigger love.

Nigger love's
a powerful emotion, boy.

It's like a pool of black tar.
Once it catches your ass, you caught.

Yes, sir, you stuck.
Ha-ha-ha.

LARA:
I don't know, doctor.

You can lay on all
the German sweet talk you want,

but it looks like this pony's
got big eyes for Django.

[LARA CHUCKLES]

Well, naturally.

It is the soaring eagle
that attracts her attention,

not the plucked chicken.

[ALL CHUCKLING]

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

You are quite the dapper
European gentleman.

CORA: To clean these dishes, put your
elbow in these dishes, you hear?

You know that nigger, don't you?

"Who?" Who?

Don't "who" me, bitch.
You know who I'm talking about.

At the table?

I don't know him.

You don't know him.

No.
"No," what?

No, sir.

[CHUCKLES]

You wouldn't lie to me, now,
would you?

Tsk. Okay.

Yeah. If you say so.

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

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

But if it was my money,

I wouldn't pay no $12,000 for him.

What would your price be?

Well, if I was inclined
to be generous,

and I don't know why I would be
inclined to be generous,

9000.

Maybe.

CANDIE:
Dr. Schultz,

let me reclarify how this
whole negotiation came about.

It wasn't me who came to you
to sell a nigger.

Sure wasn't.

You approached me to buy one.
Sure was.

CANDIE: That $9000 Bright
Boy's been bandying about

ain't too far off. If I wanted
to sell Eskimo Joe for that

I could do so any day of the week.
Any day.

But like you said in Greenville,
doctor, I don't wanna sell him.

It was only your ridiculous offer
of $12,000

that made me even consider it.
Mm-hm.

You know, Monsieur Candie, you do
possess the power of persuasion.

[CHUCKLES]

[SCHULTZ BANGS TABLE]

Why not?
Monsieur Candie, you have a deal.

Eskimo Joe, $12,000.

Hooray, doctor. Hooray.
And a wise decision that is.

However, that is a tremendous
amount of money.

And the way you have your
Mr. Moguy, I have a lawyer.

Persnickety man named Tuttle.

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

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

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

CANDIE: Naturally.
So say I return in about...

five days' time.

Five days?

With my Mr. Tuttle.

And then my Mr. Tuttle
and your Mr. Moguy

can hash out the finer details
between themselves.

I say splendid, doctor. Splendid.

Gentlemen...

may I propose a toast?

To Eskimo Joe.

Or shall we call him
the Black Hercules?

SCHULTZ:
To the Black Hercules.

STEPHEN:
The Black Hercules.

To the Black Hercules.

You was right, doctor.
That name do have "pan-ass."

[CHUCKLES]

Mm. Hildi, top my drink off.

So, Hildi, how you like serving
at the big table in the Big House, huh?

When Monsieur Candie talk to you,
you answers.

I like it a lot, Monsieur Candie.
Mm-hm.

Better than sizzling in that hot box or
dragging your ass through a bramble bush.

Maybe not as much fun as getting
to pleasure all them Mandingos, huh?

She like them niggers. Sure do.
Like Samson? Huh?

BROOMHILDA:
No, sir.

You know, Monsieur Candie,

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

seeing as how they don't have
many niggers where he come from.

Dr. Schultz,
when you was alone with Hildi,

did you just speak German
or did you take her clothes off?

No, we just talked and--
CANDIE: You haven't seen her back?

I haven't--

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

Hildi, take off your dress.

Show Dr. Schultz your back here.
Go on.

LARA: Calvin, I just got her all
dressed up and looking nice.

CANDIE: But, Lara Lee, Dr.
Schultz is from Dijsseldorf.

They don't got niggers there.
He is a man of medicine.

It would fascinate him,
the niggers' endurance for pain.

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

Hildi's got something like four lashes.

Lara Lee just get one,
she'd lose her goddamn mind.

Look at that, doctor. It's like a painting.
Calvin!

We are eating. Ain't no one
wanna look at her whipped-up back.

Fine. Fine, fine, fine.

After dinner, then, Stephen.
After dinner.

During the brandies,
gentlemen. Hmm?

LARA:
Cora, come get this girl.

She a mess.
Yes, ma'am?

Oh. Why are you all undone?
I just got you done up. Come on in here.

Baby, you on Stephen bad side,
and you need to be on his blind side.

Baby, you on Stephen bad side,
and you need to be on his blind side.

You say
you ain't know him.

Huh?
I said, you said you ain't know him.

I don't.

Yes, you do.

Mr. Stephen...

I don't.

Why is you lying to me?

I ain't.

Then why is you crying?

You scaring me.

Why is I'm scaring you?

Because you scary.

SCHULTZ: To speak German
this afternoon with Hildi

was positively soul-enriching.

CANDIE: Doctor, that warms
my heart to hear that.

You stay right here.

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

Why, yes. Yes, sirree, Bob, I did.

In that case,

allow me to propose
another proposition.

I'm all ears.

Hurry up, goddamn it!

Monsieur Candie--
CANDIE: Stephen.

You just interrupted Dr. Schultz here.

I'm sorry, Dr. Schultz.
My ears ain't worth a damn these days.

Excuse him.

Monsieur Candie, could I get
a word with you in the kitchen?

You mean get up out of my chair?

If'n you could manage it.

Why?
It's about dessert.

What about dessert?

I'd rather discuss that in private.

We're having white cake.

What sort of melodrama
could be brewing?

You right, Monsieur Candie.
You right. I'll handle it myself.

[WHISPERS]
Meet me in the library.

[IN NORMAL VOICE] I can't understand why
you won't come talk to these niggers.

Shit get fucked up around here,
you blame me.

Fine, fine. Friend Stephen,
I will be along momentarily.

Yes, sir.

Well, gentlemen, as you can see,

talented as they are in the kitchen,

from time to time,
adult supervision is required.

[ALL CHUCKLING]

If you'll excuse me a moment...

You may clear
the dinner service.

CORA:
You heard him. Go on, get.

Hurry up, girl.

So, Dr. Schultz, why don't you
regale us with a tale of the circus?

The circus? Ha-ha-ha.
Yes.

What is the matter?

Them motherfuckers ain't here
to buy no Mandingos.

They wants that girl.

[CHUCKLES]

Stephen, what the hell
are you talking about?

They playing your ass for a fool
is what I'm talking about.

They ain't here
for no muscle-bound Jimmie.

They here for that girl.

What girl? What, Hildi?

Yeah, Hildi. Her and Django,
them niggers know each other.

He just bought Eskimo Joe.

Did he give you any money?
No, not yet, but--

Then he ain't bought diddly.
Not yet, no how.

But he's just about to buy

who he come here to buy
when I interrupted him.

"Thank you, Stephen."
You're welcome, Calvin.

Where you getting all this?

Why would they go through all that
for a nigger with a chewed-up back

ain't worth $300?

They doing it because that nigger
Django's in love with Hildi.

She probably his wife.

Why that German gives a fuck who
that uppity son of a bitch is in love with,

I'm sure I don't know.

If she's who they want,

why this whole snake oil pitch
about Mandingos then?

You wouldn't pay
no never mind to no $300.

But that 12,000?

That made you real friendly,
now, didn't it?

Yes, it did.

His wife, huh?

If it had been a snake,
it would have bit me.

[CHUCKLES]

Those lying,

goddamn time-wasting

sons of bitches.

Sons of bitches!

--Out of New Orleans, so I have quite
a bit of practice with theatre types.

--Out of New Orleans, so I have quite
a bit of practice with theatre types.

Oh, there you are.

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

[ALL CHUCKLING]

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

Lara Lee, I was just looking
out the big window.

Billy Crash is out there
dealing with some shady slaver

trying to sell a passel of ponies.
Be a dear, go give them gals an eyeball.

Of course, brother.
Thank you, darling.

Yeah. Business never sleeps.
Mm-hm.

Apropos, before your exit,

we were discussing the possibility
of my purchasing Broomhilda.

Ah, yes.
Yes, we were, doctor.

And we will again,
in a moment.

Who's your little friend?

[CLEARS THROAT]

This is Ben.

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

And I do mean a long damn time.

Old Ben here took care of my daddy

and my daddy's daddy.

Till he up and keeled over one day...

Old Ben took care of me.

Growing up the son of a huge
plantation owner in Mississippi

puts a white man in contact

with a whole lot of black faces.

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

surrounded by black faces.

Now, seeing them every day,
day in, day out,

I only had one question:

Why don't they kill us?
Ha-ha-ha.

Now, right out there on that porch,
three times a week for 50 years,

Old Ben here would shave my daddy
with a straight razor.

Now, if I was Old Ben, I would have
cut my daddy's goddamn throat

and it wouldn't have taken me
no 50 years to do it, neither.

But he never did.

Why not?

You see, the science of phrenology

is crucial to understanding

the separation of our two species.

In the skull of the African here...

the area associated
with submissiveness

is larger than any human or any other
subhuman species on planet Earth.

[SAWING]

If you examine

this piece of skull here...

you will notice three distinct dimples.

Here, here and here.

Now,

if I was holding the skull
of an Isaac Newton or Galileo,

these three dimples would be found
in the area most associated with

creativity.

But this is the skull of Old Ben.

And in the skull of Old Ben,

unburdened by genius,

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

servility.

Now, Bright Boy,

I will admit you are pretty clever.

But if I took this hammer here

and I bashed in your skull with it,

you would have the same
three dimples in the same place...

as Old Ben.

Hey! Now lay your palms
flat on that tabletop!

If you lift those palms
off that turtle shell tabletop,

Mr. Pooch is gonna let loose
with both barrels of that sawed-off.

There have been a lot of lies
around this dinner table tonight

but that you can believe!

Mr. Moguy, would you collect the pistol
hanging off these boys' hips here?

Thank you ever so much.
Doctor.

Where were we?

Jackass.

Ah, yes.

I do believe you were just getting ready
to make me a proposition

to buy Broomhilda.

Am I right?

Right.

Bring out Hildi!

Get over there yonder.

Sit your ass in that goddamn chair!
Aah! Aah!

STEPHEN:
Lay your hand flat on that tabletop.

CANDIE:
Now shut your mouth.

Dr. Schultz,

in Greenville, you yourself said
that for the right nigger,

you'd be willing to pay what some may
consider is a ridiculous amount.

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

To which you said, "$12,000."

Now, considering y'all have ridden
a whole lot of miles,

went through a whole lot of trouble

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

it would appear that Broomhilda is,
in fact, the right nigger.

And if y'all want to leave Candyland
with Broomhilda,

the price is $12,000.

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

Yes, I do, doctor.

You see, under the laws
of Chickasaw County,

Broomhilda here is my property.

And I can choose to do with my
property whatever I so desire.

And if y'all think my price

for this nigger here is too steep,
Unh!

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

take this goddamn hammer here
and beat her ass to death with it!

Right in front of both y'all!

Easy, big fella.

Then we can examine the three dimples
inside Broomhilda's skull!

Now, what's it gonna be, doc? Huh?

What's it gonna be?

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

Yes, you may.

[BROOMHILDA SOBBING]

That 12.

Sold!
Aah!

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

Mr. Moguy.
Yes, Calvin?

Will you make these gentlemen
a receipt for $12,000, please?

Twelve thousand dollars.

It was a pleasure doing business
with y'all.

Now, gentlemen...

if you care to join me in the parlour...

we will be serving white cake.

[HARP PLAYING LUDVVjG
VAN BEETHOVEN'S "FUR ELISE"]

[HARP PLAYING LUDVVjG
VAN BEETHOVEN'S "FUR ELISE"]

[D'ARTAGNAN SCREAMING]

Well done, Calvin.
Heh, heh.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Could you please
stop playing Beethoven?

Take your hands off the harp.

STEPHEN:
Doctor.

Doctor, you can't go in there.
Stephen, Stephen.

He ain't got no business going in there.
Let it be.

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

White cake?

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

Hmm.

[CANDIE CHUCKLES]

You brooding about me
getting the best of you, huh?

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.

Come again?

Alexandre Dumas.
He wrote The Three Musketeers.

CANDIE:
Yes, of course, doctor.

I figured you must be an admirer.

You named your slave
after his novel's lead character.

Now, if Alexandre Dumas
had been there today,

I wonder what he would have
made of it.

You doubt he'd approve, huh?

Yes. His approval would be
a dubious proposition at best.

[CHUCKLES]

Soft-hearted French's.

Alexandre Dumas is black.

Are these Bro0mhilda's papers?
Yes, they are.

May I?
Of course.

Thank you.

That is her bill of sale,
her ownership history,

and of course,
her freedom papers, doctor.

Would you have
ink and pen for me?

Right over there on that little table.
SCHULTZ: Thank you.

Thank you.

Broomhilda Von Shaft...

consider yourself a free woman.

Mr. Candie...

normally, 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."

Let's go.

Come on.

CANDIE:
One more moment, doctor.

What?

It's a custom here
in the South,

once a business deal is concluded,
that the two parties shake hands.

It implies good faith.
I'm not from the South.

But you are

in my house, doctor.

So I'm afraid I must insist.

Insist?

On what? That I shake your hand?

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

You know what I think you are?
What you think I am? No, I don't.

I think you are a bad loser.

And I think
you're an abysmal winner.

Nevertheless...

here in Chickasaw County,
a deal ain't done

until the two parties
have shook hands.

Even after all that paper signing,
don't mean shit,

you don't shake my hand.

If I don't shake your hand,
you're gonna throw away $12,000?

I don't think so.

Mr. Pooch?

If she tries to leave here before this
nigger-loving German shakes my hand,

you cut her ass down.

[COCKS sum]

You really want me
to shake your hand?

I insist.

If you insist.

No! Calvin!

Calvin!

I'm sorry. I couldn't resist.

[SOBBING]

Niggevs gone crazy! Help!

Help, he's killing everyone! Aah!
Aah!

[GROANING]

[LEO SCREAMS]

MAN 1: H0ly--!
MAYNARD: Shit!

MAN 2: Son of a--!
MAYNARD: Bitch!

[GUNFIRE AND MEN YELLING]

MAN 3: Damn it!
MAYNARD: Fucking--! Get the fuck--!

[JESSIE GROANING]

MAYNARD:
Damn it, son of a bitch! What--?

Fucking nigger!

Damn it!

What the fuck is going on?
Aah!

You shot me!

You stupid son of a--!

MAYNARD:
Sorry, Jessie!

Who the fuck gave a nigger
a goddamn gun?

[WHIMPERING]

[SCREAMING]

MAYNARD:
Aim low!

Nigger! Gonna kill!

Aah! God! Oh, my God!

Ow! Motherfucker!

[SERVANTS SCREAMING]

♪ Am I wrong
'Cause I wanna get it on till I die a'

MAYNARD:
Shit!

♪ Get it on till I die
Get it on till I die 4'

♪ Get it on till I die
Y'all remember me a'

♪ I like the way you die a'

♪ Am I wrong
'Cause I wanna get it on till I die S'

♪ Am I wrong
'Cause I wanna get it on till I die S'

♪ Get it on till I die
Get it on till I die 4'

♪ Y'all remember me
I like the way you die a'

♪ I only wish to breed
I explode into a million seeds a'

♪ Y'all remember me
Legendary, live eternally I'

♪ Bury me in pieces
'Cause they fear reincarnation a'

♪ Niggas screaming peace,
They fear when my squad face 'em a'

♪ Take them to places
Stake they face then erase 'em a'

♪ Brake 'em
Murder motherfuckers at a rate S'

♪ Quicken the pace, blast me
But never ask me to live a lie 4'

♪ Am I wrong
'Cause I wanna get it on till I die a'

♪ Now even if you die
You still see my prophecy, my destiny 4'

♪ Expect me, nigger, like you expect
Jesus to come back a'

♪ Expect me, nigger
I'm 00min' N'

Shit.

STEPHEN:
Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Stop shooting, goddamn it!

Diaflgo!

What?

[GRUNTS]

We got your woman.

Billy Crash here got his pistol
upside her head.

You don't stop all that carrying on,
he gonna blow her goddamn brains out.

Now, that ain't no threat, horse boy.

That there is a promise.

Or you can give up,
throw your gun out...

we won't kill Hildi.

Horseshit!

Honest lnjun, Django.
I swear 'fore God.

You give up,

ain't no harm gonna come to her.

And I'm supposed to believe
your black ass?

STEPHEN: I don't give a goddamn
what you believe or don't believe!

I believe if you don't give up
in the next 10 seconds,

we gonna blow this bitch's brains out!
Believe that!

Don't do it.

You give me up.

STEPHEN: Six!
Just let me go.

STEPHEN: Seven!
They got too much.

BROOMHILDA: Django.
STEPHEN: Eight!

I love you.
Nine!

DJANGO:
Hold it!

No.

L give UP-

I can't hear you, nigger.

I said I give up.

[RICHIE HAVENS' "FREEDOM"
PLAYING]

♪ Freedom, freedom
Freedom a'

No.

No.

♪ Freedom, freedom
Freedom a'

♪ Sometimes I feel a'

♪ Like a motherless child X

♪ Sometimes I feel a'

♪ Like a motherless child X

♪ Sometimes I feel a'

♪ Like a motherless child X

♪ A long ♪

[MAN COUGHING]

♪ Way from my home a'

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah h'

[DOOR OPENS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Cock-a-doodle-do, nigger.

So y'all bounty hunters, huh?

I knew there was something fishy
about y'all.

We found your wanted posters

and book of figures
in your saddlebags.

I got to say,

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

Black boy paid to kill white men?
How'd you like that line of work?

Probably pretty good
while it lasted, huh?

[DJANGO GRUNTING]

Time to say good night
to them nuts, blackie. On three.

One.
Unh!

I got you. Two.

[SCREAMS]

Calm down. Now here it comes.

[SCREAMS]

STEPHEN:
Captain?

Miss Lara want to see you.

Something to do
with the Old Man's funeral.

Ahem. Oh, and she changed
her mind about snipping Django.

She gonna give him
to the LeQuint Dickey people.

[DJANGO GASPS]

Well, she didn't waste a minute
telling me.

How disappointing.

[KNIFE SIZZLES]

[LAUGHS]

STEPHEN:
You leaving.

This here what you take with you.

Your black ass has been all them
motherfuckers at the Big House

could talk about
for the last few hours.

Seem like white folk ain't never
had a bright idea in they life

was coming up with all kinds
of ways to kill your ass.

Now, mind you, most of them ideas had
to do with fucking with your fun parts.

Now, that may seem
like a good idea,

but truth is...

when you snip a nigger's nuts,

most of them bleed out in,
oh, about, hmm, seven minutes.

Most of them.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh. More than most.

Then I says,

"Shitfi re.

The niggers we sells to LeQuint
Dickey got it worse than that."

And they still saying,
"Let's whip him to death."

Or "Throw him to the Mandingos."
"Feed him to Stonesipher's dogs."

And I said,
"What's so special about that?

We do that shit all the time.

Hell's bells,

the niggers we sell to LeQuint Dickey
got it worse than that."

Lo and behold,

out of nowhere, Miss Lara
come up with the bright idea

of giving your ass to
the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company.

And as a slave of
the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company,

henceforth, till the day you die,

all day, every day,

you will be swinging
a sledgehammer,

turning big rocks into little rocks.

Now, when you get there,

they gonna take away your name,

give you a number
and a sledgehammer

and say, "Get to work."

And one word of sass,
they cuts out your tongue.

And they good at it too.
You won't bleed out.

Oh, they does that real good.

They gonna work you,

all day, every day,
till your back give out.

Then they're gonna hit you
in the head with a hammer,

throw your ass down the nigger hole.

And that will be the story
of you, Django.

And that will be the story
of you, Django.

[JOHNNY CASH'S "AIN'T NO GRAVE
(BLACK OPIUM REMIX)" PLAYING]

[JOHNNY CASH'S "AIN'T NO GRAVE
(BLACK OPIUM REMIX)" PLAYING]

♪ There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down r

♪ There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down N

FLOYD: And what's the
golden rule, Frankie, eh'?

You don't root abos.

Hey, white boy.

I said, hey, white boy.

Shut up, black. You ain't got nothing
to say I wanna hear.

How'd you like to make $11,000?

Do what, now?

I said how'd you like
to make $11,000?

Eleven thousand, 500, actually.
What the fuck are you talking about?

Back there at that plantation,
Candyland, there was an $11,500 fortune.

Just sitting there.
And y'all rode right past it.

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

I ain't saying that. Nice thing
about this fortune is it ain't illegal.

You can't steal it.
You got to earn it, white boy.

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

The $11,500 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 gang
of stagecoach robbers, the Bacall Gang.

There's a $7000 "wanted dead or alive"
bounty on him,

$1500 for each of his three
accomplices:

Dandy Michaels,

Gerald Nash and Crazy Craig Koons.

All four of them gentlemen,

they back there at Candyland
laughing their ass off. You know why?

Because they just got away with murder.
But it ain't got to be that way.

You and your mates, y'all can
ride back there and get that money.

What'd these jokers do again?
Sons of bitches killed innocent people.

Stagecoach robbery.
Innocent white people.

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

Get it out.

ROY:
"Wanted, dead or alive. Smitty Bacall

and the Smitty Bacall Gang.
FRANK: But you're a slave.

ROY: Murder and stagecoach robbery."
DJANGO: I ain't no goddamn slave.

Do I sound like a fucking slave?

ROY: "$7000 for Smitty Bacall."
FRANK: That's a shitload.

I'm a bounty hunter.

Yesterday, as a free man,

I rode into Candyland on a horse
with my German white partner,

Dr. King Schultz.

We tracked the Bacall Gang all the way
from Texas to Chickasaw County.

We finally found their ass
laying low in Candyland.

We went in there to get them,
things went sour,

my partner got killed,
Calvin Candie got shot,

then everybody there
decided to blame me,

so here I am.

But y'all know I ain't on that manifest.

And all y'all know
I ain't supposed to be on this trip.

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

and that 11,500 is up for grabs.

The last thing they'd expect
is y'all riding back in there and getting it.

ROY:
Well, what's the deal?

You tell us who they are
and we turn you loose?

No, no, no.
I ain't gonna tell you who they are.

But you give me a pistol,
one of them horses

and $500 of that 11,500,
and I'll point them out to you.

ROY: This is a real handbill.

Just because it's a real handbill doesn't
mean that other bunch of malarkey is.

Now, why would a slave

have a "wanted dead or alive"
handbill in his pocket?

Did that black ride into Candyland
yesterday?

All right, I'm gonna ask you again.

I want you to remember,
I don't like liars.

Is he a Candyland slave,

or did he ride in with a white man
on a horse yesterday?

Yeah.

They walked us
from the Greenville auction,

and he rode in on a horse
with a white man.

Now, this white man,
was the black his slave?

He weren't no slave.

You fucking sure about that?

Damn sure.

Uh-huh.

What happened over in Candyland?

Bunch of shooting.
Master got shot.

Who shot him?
The German.

Why'd he do that?

Nigger and the German was acting
like they were slavers but they wasn't.

ROY: Well, what were they?
Bounty hunters.

Fuck me, Roy.
I mean, this could be big, mate.

Well, smoke, you got a deal.

I got one more condition.

ROY:
What's that?

When we get there,
when time come...

you let me help you kill them.
Hey. Ha-ha-ha.

You're a funny bugger.

Cut him loose.
FLOYD: Yeah, yeah.

You got yourself
a deal, blackie.

[IN AUSTRALIAN ACCENT]
Got yourself a deal, mate.

Hey. Ha-ha-ha.

You're all right for
a black fella. Oh, yeah.

[MEN CHUCKLING]

There we go.
There you go, mate.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Yeah.

We're gonna give you
that packhorse over there.

What them saddlebags got in them?
Dynamite.

I ain't riding no horse
with no goddamn dynamite on its back.

I can understand that.

Frankie, why don't you take
them sticks off that horse

and stick them in the nigger cage?

A little dynamite for you
black fellas to play with.

[LAUGHS]

Floyd, you got that rifle
up on the wagon, don't you?

Yeah, right.

Why don't you give him
your gun and gun belt?

Righto.

Now, don't drop the fucking thing,
all right?

I just had the sights fixed
and they're perfect.

Oh, that's good to know.

[HORSES NEIGHING]

[JOHN LEGEND'S
"WHO DID THAT TO YOU?" PLAYING]

♪ Yeah I'

♪ Now I'm not afraid
To do the Lord's work 4'

♪ You said vengeance is his
But I'mma do it first a'

♪ I'm gon' handle my business
In the name of the law a'

FOh ♪

♪ Now if he made you cry
Oh, I gotta know a'

♪ If he's not ready to die
He best prepare for it I

♪ My judgement's divine
I'll tell you who you can call I'

♪ You can call X

♪ You better call the police
Call the coroner S'

♪ Call up your priest
Have him warn ya S'

♪ Won't be no peace
When I find that fool r

♪ Who did that to you
Yeah 4'

♪ Who did that to you
My baby r

♪ Who did that to you a'

Throw me up that dynamite.

♪ Who did that to you a'

♪ Now I don't take pleasure
In a man's pain S'

♪ But my wrath will come down
Like the cold rain 4'

♪ And there won't be no shelter
No place you can go I'

♪ Hey, hey, hey I'

♪ It's time put your hands up
Time for surrender a'

♪ I'm a vigilante
My love's defender r

♪ You're a wanted man
Here everybody knows 4'

♪ Yeah I'

♪ You better call the police
Call the coroner S'

♪ Call up your priest,
Have him warn ya S'

♪ Won't be no peace N

[BROTHER DEGE'S
"TOO OLD TO DIE YOUNG" PLAYING]

[DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE]

♪ Round and round
Round we go I'

♪ Where it stops?
Nobody knows it a'

Yeah? STONESIPHER: Jake.

Get out there and see what's wrong
with them goddamn dogs.

Get them.

♪ Side to side, baby a'

DJANGO:
D'Artagnan, motherfuckers!

♪ You got your reasons
And I got my wants a'

♪ Still got that feeling
But I'm too old to die young now I'

♪ Too old to die young now a'

♪ Above or below the ground a'

♪ Just too old to die young now r

♪ Still the good Lord
Might lay me down h'

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[NI]

Auf Wiedersehen.

[HORSE APPROACHING]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

DJANGO:
It's me, baby.

STEPHEN:
♪ In the sweet by-and-by ♪

STEPHEN:
♪ In the sweet by-and-by ♪

♪ We will meet ♪

♪ On that beautiful shore ♪

[STEPHEN HUMMING]

♪ By-and-by
By-and-by ♪

♪ By-and-by we will meet ♪

♪ We will meet by-and-by ♪

Cora, would you prepare us
some coffee?

Sheba, you help her.

Come on.

STEPHEN:
♪ In the sweet ♪

DJANGO:
♪ By-and-by, oh J“.l"

Y'all gonna be together with Calvin
in the by-and-by.

Just a bit sooner
than y'all was expecting.

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[GROANING]

Billy Crash. Now, where were we?

Oh, that's right.

Last time I seen you,
you had your hands on my--

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

Sweet Jesus.

Django! You black son of a bitch!

The D is silent, hillbilly.

LARA:
Oh, no!

Now, all you black folks,

I suggest you get away
from all these white folks.

Not you, Stephen.

You right where you belong.

Cora, before you go,
will you tell Miss Lara goodbye?

Do what now?

I said, "Tell Miss Lara goodbye."

Bye, Miss Lara.

Y'all two run along now.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[NI]

Stephen, how you like my new duds?

You know, before now I didn't know
that burgundy was my colour.

I count six shots, nigger.

I count two guns, nigger.

You said in 76 years
on this plantation,

you seen all manner of shit
done to niggers.

But I notice, you didn't mention
kneecapping.

Oh, God! Motherfucker! Damn it!

Seventy-six years, Stephen.

How many niggers you think you see
come and go? Huh? Seven thousand?

Eight thousand?

Nine thousand?

Nine thousand, nine hundred
and ninety-nine?

Every single word that came out of
Calvin Candie's mouth was horseshit.

But he was right about one thing:
I am that one nigger in 10,000.

[GROANING AND SOBBING]

You son of a bitch!

You motherfucker!

Oh, sweet Jesus, let me kill this nigger.

You ain't gonna get away
with this, Django.

They gonna catch your black ass.

You gonna be on the wanted posters
now, nigger.

The bounty hunters
gonna be looking for you.

You can run, nigger,
but they gonna find your ass!

And when they do, oh, Lord,
what they gonna do to your ass.

They ain't gonna just kill you, nigger.
You done fucked up!

This Candyland, nigger.
You can't destroy Candyland!

We been here!
There's always gonna be a Candyland.

[ANNIBALE E I CANTORI MODERNl'S
"TRINITY: TITOLl" PLAYING]

STEPHEN: Can't no nigger gunfighter
kill all the white folks in the world!

They gonna find your black ass!

[STEPHEN LAUGHING]

Diaflgo!

You uppity son of a--

♪ He's the guy
Who's the talk of the town a'

♪ With the restless gun E

♪ Don't shoot broad out
To fool him around a'

♪ Keeps the varmints on the run
Boy S'

♪ Keeps the varmints on the run I'

♪ You may think
He's a sleepy, tired guy I'

♪ Always takes his time a'

Hey, Little Troublemaker.

Hey, Big Troublemaker.

♪ When you've seen him use a gun
Boy 4'

♪ When you've seen him use a gun a'

♪ He's the top of the West I

♪ Always cool
He's the best 4'

♪ He keeps alive with his Colt .45 a'

SCHULTZ: You know what they
are going to call you?

"The fastest gun in the South."

♪ You weren't glad
At your fooling around a'

♪ When you've seen him use a gun
Boy 4'

Let's get out of here.

♪ When you've seen him use a gun a'

♪ He's the top of the West I

♪ Always cool
He's the best 4'

♪ He keeps alive with his Colt .45 a'

♪ Who's the guy
Who's riding into town 4'

♪ In the prairie sun? a'

♪ You weren't glad
At your fooling around a'

♪ When you've seen him use a gun
Boy 4'

♪ When you've seen him
Use his gun h'

[RZA'S "ODE TO DJANGO
(THE D IS SILENT)" PLAYING]

[RZA'S "ODE TO DJANGO
(THE D IS SILENT)" PLAYING]

♪ In the eyes of the sparrow
Every father would love a'

♪ To overthrow a tyrant
This is simple science a'

♪ Jack overthrows the giant X

♪ Neither snow, rain, mountain or ice
Can block my path of vengeance 4'

♪ There's no repentin'
I'm giving you the death sentence a'

♪ Blood stains on the cotton field
In the cotton mill a'

♪ Cold steel heat your body up
May you rot in hell a'

♪ Thirty-six lashes on my back
Left gashes a'

♪ For every crack of the whip
I felt mental flashes I'

♪ Interrupt my babymaking
Have my ladies taken a'

♪ To a place far up north
And more forsaken I'

♪ Lord, help this fool
He's a dead man I

♪ 'Bout to put another hole
In his Klan headband I'

♪ The good Dr. Schultz
Check the dental records 4'

♪ The slug'll make
His whole mug disconnected r

♪ I learned to shoot the dead man
With a tango r

♪ Yeah, his name is Django I'

♪ I love you, Django a'

♪ Django, I think
You should make a last request r

♪ I love you, Django a'

♪ I'll be glad to oblige you
Any way I can r

♪ Start praying if you like
I don't mind 4'

♪ It's a smart thing to do
When you know a'

♪ That death is coming for you a'

♪ I love you, Django a'

♪ How come you haven't got
Your burial suit with ya? S'

♪ We'll have to leave you
To the vultures a'

♪ I love you, Django a'

♪ Where life has little value
Compared to death a'

♪ I love you, Django a'

♪ Maria, it's terrible
He enjoys killing 4'

♪ I love you, Django a'

♪ I love you, Django S.“

Who was that nigger?