Django Unchained

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?

- Who wants to know? - Well, I do.

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

- What kind of doctor? - 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?

I'm from the Carrucan plantation.

Who said that?

What's your name?

Django.

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? - 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?

Last chance, fancy pants.

Oh, very well.

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.

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.

Goddamn it!

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.

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.

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.

No. No, please.

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.

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.

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

Get that nigger out of here.

Help! Help!

Innkeeper!

Remember, get the sheriff, not the marshal.

Sheriff! Help!

Alas...

...now we must act as our own bartender.

Sit down, my boy.

What kind of dentist are you?

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.

Hat.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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?

What'd you just do to our sheriff?

Now you can get the marshal.

Marshal! Marshal!

- Should we wait inside? - Can we just leave?

After you.