Django

This will give you just a taste...

...of what'll happen if you try to escape from us another time.

So, I guess you won't try it again, now, will you, muchacha?

Here.

This whip will teach you a lesson.

Take it easy with her.

You can relax for a minute till we build a fire

under that cross with you on top of it.

Did you have fun with the Mexicans?

Burning is a lot better than getting beaten to death.

Are you here to bury the dead, huh?

Then you're in business and here's your first customers.

Whatever I'm doing here is none of your business.

Careful, Mister. From the way you talk I get the idea you wanna be helped

into that box you're lugging around.

Could be.

You're a Yankee, ain't you?

I fought for the North.

We don't take much to folks who fought for the North. Get the idea?

Yeah, I get the idea. Yeah.

What the hell are we worrying about him for?

Let's finish the girl off.

A woman shouldn't be treated in that way.

- What's that you said? - It's not important.

And if I bothered you, will you accept my apology?

My name is Django.

No one will hurt you anymore as long as you're with me.

You can't go far alone.

That bridge isn't exactly where I'm heading for now.

I got some business in town. A personal matter.

Tell me your name.

- Maria. - Let's go, Maria.

Got a room for the girl?

Uh... I'd like to oblige you, stranger.

I can't, though. The girl can't stay here.

And... to tell the truth, we haven't got a vacant room.

See for yourself.

Let's have the key to your room.

Let's have it.

Don't worry. I'll pay for it.

Here, this ought to take care of it.

Thanks. Look!

You go to sleep now. You've had enough trouble for one day.

The room is upstairs on your left, end of the hall.

Um... very well.

The girl can stay here for tonight.

But she's got to get on her way at sunrise.

Well... we'll, uh, see about that.

But right now...

...I'm gonna eat.

Here.

Hmm.

If you're a coffin-maker,

sure did pick a good town to settle. Sure did.

I haven't had many clients so far.

Well, don't worry. You will.

What, with all those Mexican renegades and the rebels under Major Jackson

fighting their own private war?

Why, this whole town's been ruined.

It's a dead city, regular ghost town.

So, your girls are pleasuring phantoms?

Well, I wouldn't say that. Sometimes there's Hugo's Mexicans

and sometimes there's... Major Jackson's men.

You know how it is. We try to please them both if we can.

- How do you do that? - Well, there's an agreement of sorts.

Round here is neutral.

But for the privilege of staying alive, we sure pay dearly.

You're a stranger around here, ain't ya?

So... so, you don't know Major Jackson, do ya?

I... I said you don't know Major Jackson, do you?

Who I know or who I don't is no concern of yours.

Get it?

Will you offer me something to drink?

You know, you sure are a brave man to tote that girl around.

Or maybe you're not afraid of the Mexicans or of Jackson.

- I'm not afraid of anyone. - Oh, aren't you? You got guts, honey.

Uh, my, uh...

My girlfriends are afraid of what's in that box.

But it doesn't really frighten me.

After all, a coffin's a coffin.

Is there someone inside?

Yeah, and his name is Django.

Well, hello there, Brother Jonathan.

This is all I could get together for you, Jonathan.

I wish it weren't so scarce.

Give your explanations directly to Major Jackson, Nathaniel.

I have to get one of my dresses.

Major Jackson's men are coming in a little while.

He might even come himself.

And the Major, he just hates green.

But he's crazy about red.

Here, honey, put this on.

I'll change here. I don't look as pretty in the other mirrors.

What are you so worried about?

If you play up to the Major, he'll forget everything.

Hey, why don't you wear a red dress, too?

Just listen to me. You know how these men are.

Major Jackson isn't really mad at you.

It's the Mexicans that he can't stand.

I think he hates anyone who isn't pale-skinned and Southern.

But it's your own fault.

Why on earth did you leave us to go to the Mexicans?

You knew they were Jackson's worst enemies.

Then you left them, too.

What are you trying to do?

- I don't know. - Oh, come on now.

Your man's in trouble. You know that?

They'll kill him. It's a pity. He's so good-looking.

Bring me a deck of cards if you have some.

- He wants a deck of cards. - Hmm.

Going to play solitaire or with your friend here?

Now, put this on and make yourself pretty.

Jackson'll forget everything if you play up to him.

No, I can't, but thank you, Amelia.

What's going on?

Oh, it's Jackson having his fun.

Some poor Mexican hasn't given him what he thinks he's due.

Maria, it's terrible. He enjoys killing.

He's mad, I guess.

Aaagh!

Aaagh!

Next one.

It's your turn now, Ringo.

Go!

Aagh!

There's a newcomer in town. I thought it might interest you.

Now they'll all head over here.

Just like they always do. Lock yourself in.

And don't you move from this room.

Get ready, girls. Here comes Major Jackson and his men.

W - Oh!

Major Jackson, we're very glad to see you.

Ah!

Hello there. How are you?

Major, this is all that I could put together for you.

That's all right.

OK.

It wouldn't make sense for you to cheat me, would it?

You're paying me so that you and your ladies have protection.

Just see that you get the rest

of the money to me within a week at Fort Charriba. Comprendes?

I certainly will, Major, if it's the last thing I do. You can count on it.

Thank you, Major.

Hey, you. Come on upstairs with me.

- I don't want to. - I said come on!

I don't want to. Didn't you hear?

Aagh!

If you don't like him, come on up with me.

She told you that she doesn't want to.

So let her go.

Hold it.

Send all the girls upstairs, Nathaniel.

Go on, upstairs, all of you. Hurry up!

Say, you must be a pretty courageous fella to talk that way to Ringo.

Courageous or just plain crazy.

Like that damn Yankee that killed five of my men up near the river.

He must have been... a pretty good shot

to kill five of your men.

Being outnumbered like that, I mean.

Now, that man had a woman with him also.

White trash. Sold herself to the Mexicans.

She's a traitor... to our cause, sir.

The war is over.

And these things don't much matter anymore, do they?

I've got my own private war going on.

I reckon maybe that's a war you haven't heard about.

You sure are a smart hombre, carrying around your burial suit. I like that.

Be handy.

We can put you in it instead of leaving your body to poison the vultures

like we do with the rest of your kind.

Are you carrying on a war against the poor vultures, too, Major?

Why don't you leave them out of it?

Well, men, did you hear what our friend said?

What do you say we prepare him for his burial?

Well, Major, I just got one bullet.

But that would be taking advantage.

And it wouldn't be right.

How many men have you got left?

You tongue-tied or don't want to tell me?

Forty-eight.

OK, for your own protection, I want to see all of them here next time.

Then you will have the advantage.

Go on and round 'em up. I'll be waiting.