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                                     DJANGO UNCHAINED


                                        Written by
                                    Quentin Tarantino



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         EXT - COUNTRYSIDE - BROILING HOT DAY
         As the film's OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE plays, complete with its own
         SPAGHETTI WESTERN THEME SONG, we see SEVEN shirtless and shoeless
         BLACK MALE SLAVES connected together with LEG IRONS, being run,
         by TWO: WHITE MALE HILLBILLIES on HORSEBACK.
         The location is somewhere in Texas. The Black Men (ROY, BIG SID,
         BENJAMIN, DJANGO, PUDGY RALPH, FRANKLYN, and BLUEBERRY) are slaves just
         recently purchased at The Greenville Slave Auction in Greenville
         Mississippi. The White Hillbillies are two Slave Traders called,
         The SPECK BROTHERS (ACE and DICKY).
         One of the seven slaves is our hero DJANGO... . he's fourth in the leg
         iron line. We may or may not notice a tiny small "r" burned into his
         cheek ("r" for runaway), but we can't help but notice his back which
         has been SLASHED TO RIBBONS by Bull Whip Beatings.
         As the Operatic Opening Theme Song plays, we see a MONTAGE of misery
         and pain, as Django and the Other Men are walked through blistering
         sun, pounding rain, and moved along by the end of a whip. Bare feet
         step on hard rock, and slosh through mud puddles. Leg Irons take the
         skin off ankles.
         AS The CREDITS play, DJANGO has a SPAGHETTI WESTERN FLASHBACK.
         Now Spaghetti Western Flashbacks are never pretty, it's usually the
         time in the film when the lead character thinks back to the most
         painful memory inflicted on him or his loved ones from evil characters
         from his past. In this instance we see Django in a SLAVE PEN at the
         Greenville Auction.
                        DJANGO
         Amongst many other shoulders and heads, sees through the bars of the
         cell door, his wife BROOMHILDA being led to the auction block.
         He fights his way to the door, and far off and obscure in the distance,
         he can see Broomhilda up on the auction block, and in the distance he
         hears the Auctioneer yell; "Sold." Then she's taken away to whereabouts
         unknown, never to be seen again.
         As the sun continues to beat down on Django's head, he remembers;
         DJANGO in the SLAVE PEN
         with what seems like a one hundred and fifty Slaves in a cell designed
         for forty.
         WHITE MEN yank him out. of the cell, shirtless, shoeless, and lead him
         down a hallway, into a giant round pen, an audience viewing area
         circles the round pen floor on three different stories of the
         structure.
         The ground floor is covered by the BIG MONEY BUYERS who stand in front
         of the auction block.





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                        DJANGO
         is moved into a line of SLAVES (The Black Men), and their MASTERS
         (their White Owners), and their SELLERS (the White Man actually doing
         the sales pitch on the auction block), as they wait for their turn on
         the block.
         A SLAVE (ROBBIE), stand on the auction block in view of the room full
         of Buyers, The SELLER sells, and the OWNERS stand off to the side.
                        DJANGO
         takes in the environment around him. Django has never cared for white
         folks, but these white folks are in particularly ugly.
         It's DJANGO's turn ON THE AUCTION BLOCK
         as the THEME SONG wails its tragic crescendo, Django is brought up on
         the auction block. He.looks down at all the WHITE PEOPLE who want to
         buy Niggers, who look up to him.
         His heart fills with poison.
         BACK TO DJANGO
         walking in Leg Irons with his six Other Companions, walking across the
         blistering Texas panhandle... .remembering.. .thinking. - .hating.
         THE OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE
         end.


         /--" EXT - WOODS -- NIGHT
         It's night time and The Speck Brothers, astride HORSES, keep pushing
         their black skinned cargo forward.
         It's a very pitch black night, with only a few stars in the.sky to
         create a little top light. It's so dark, the Slavers use the creek.bed
         to keep from getting lost. Both Speck Brothers carry a lantern up on
         their horse, as. does Roy, the Slave in lead position on the chain gang.
         It's also a bitterly cold night, with the breath of the seven slaves,
         two slavers, and two horses creating clouds in the air. In fact the
         seven chained together Slaves, with the lead one holding a lantern, and
         all of them chugging out smoky breath, and. slightly moving in unison,
         resemble a human locomotive.
         The Slaves shiver from the cold on their shirtless backs, both Speck
         Brothers wear rawhide winter coats with white fur linings, and white
         fur collars.
         WHEN...
         .A SOUND and a SMALL LIGHT appears ahead of them on the road. This
         makes the Slave Traders stop their human live stock, and ready their
         rifles for possible trouble.





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         A BLACK HORSE
         carrying a dressed in grey Rider, CLIP-CLOPS from the background to the
         foreground, illuminated by a glowing lantern that the Rider carries.
                        THE RIDER
         appears to be a tenderfoot, due to his style of dress. A long grey
         winter'coat, over a grey three piece business suit, and a grey bowler
         hat on his head.
                        DICKY SPECK
         Who's that stumblin around in the dark?
         State your business, or prepare to get
         winged!
                        THE RIDER
         Calm yourselves gentlemen, I mean you no
         harm. I'm simply a fellow weary traveler.
         The Rider dressed in business grey pulls his horse to a stop in front
         of the two Slavers, and their Slaves, lifting the lantern up to his
         face. He speaks with a slight German accent.
                        THE RIDER
         (to the Slavers)
         Good cold evening gentlemen.
         (to the shivering Slaves)
         Good evening-I'm looking for a pair of
         slave traders that go by the'name of
         The Speck Brothers. Might that be you?
                        ACE SPECK
         Who wants to. know?
                        THE RIDER
         I do. I'm Dr. King Schultz, and this
         is my horse, Fritz.
         Fritz, does a little bow with his head, a neat trick the doctor taught
         him.
                        DICKY SPECK
         You a doctor?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Affirmative.
                        DICKY SPECK
         What kinda doctor?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Dentist. Are you The Speck Brothers, and did you
         purchase those men at The Greenville.Slave Auction?
                        ACE SPECK
         So what?





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         Dr.SCHULTZ
         So, I wish to parley with you.
                        ACE SPECK
         Speak English!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Oh, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, it is a
         second language. Amongst your inventory,
         I've been led to believe, is a specimen
         I'm keen to acquire.
         (to the slaves)
         Hello you poor devils. Is there one among
         you, who was formerly a resident of
         The Carrucan Plantation?
         Since Roy in lead position is the one holding the lantern, the second
         half of the slave centipede falls off into darkness. In the darkness a
         VOICE rings out;
         DJANGO'S VOICE (OS)
         I'm from The Carrucan Plantation.
         Dr.Schultz moves Fritz forward towards the darkness, raises his
         lantern, illuminating our hero Django.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Splendid! And what's your name young, man?
                        DJANGO
         Django.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Wunderbar! You're exactly the one I'm looking
         for. So tell me Django - by the way that's a
         amazing name - during your time at the
         Carrucan Plantation, did you come to know
         three overseers by the name of The Brittle
         Brothers?
         Django nods his head, yes.
         Dr.Schultz is delighted.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Big John, Ellis, and little brother Raj?
                        DJANGO
         Dem da Brittle Brothers.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         So Django, do you think you could recognize -
         �. The Speck Brothers have been watching this tenderfoot engage their
         Slave in polite conversation.. .with a touch of disbelief.





                        ACE SPECK
         Hey, stop talkin' to him like that!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Like what?
                        ACE SPEC
         Like that!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         My good man, I'm simply trying to ascertain
                        ACE SPECK
         Speak English, goddamit!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Everybody calm down! I'm simply a customer
         trying to conduct a transaction.
                        ACE SPECK
         I don't care, no sale. Now off wit ya!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Don't be ridiculous, of course they're for
         sale.
         Ace raises his rifle towards the German.
                        ACE SPECK
         Move it!
         Ace cocks back the rifle hammer.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         My good man, did you simply get carried away
         with your dramatic gesture, or are you
         pointing that weapon at me with lethal
         intention...?
                        ACE SPECK
         Last chance, fancy pants
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         - Very well -
          The doctor, throws his lantern to the ground, enveloping him in
         darkness.
         The next FLASH OF LIGHT we see is the good doctors PISTOL out of his
         holster, and FIRING point blank into Ace Specks face...
         .BLOWING the dumber dumb brother off his horse, dead in the dirt.





         Before Dicky can maneuver either his rifle or his horse in the Germans
         direction...
         BAM...
         Dr.SCHULTZ SHOOTS his HORSE in the head...
         .The Steed goes down taking Dicky with him...
         When the dead weight horse lands on Dicky's slightly twisted leg, we
         hear TWO DISTINCT CRACKING SOUNDS.:..
         Dicky lets out a bitch like scream.
         The Slaves watch all this. They've never seen a white man kill another
         white man before.
         Dicky is pinned down under his ole paint.
         Django watches in the dark, the German climb down off his horse,
         pick up Ace's discarded lantern, and walk over to the remaining Speck.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Sorry about putting a bullet in your beast.
         But I didn't want you to do anything rash
         before you had a moment to come to your senses.
         Dr.Sch.ultz LIGHTS the lantern, illuminating himself, as he stands over
         Dicky's body.
                        DICKY SPECK
         You goddamn son of a bitch, you killed Ace!
         Dr.SCHULTZ.
         I only shot your brother, once he threatened
         to shoot me. And I do believe I have ...
                        (COUNTING OUT
                        THE SLAVES)
         .one, two, three, four, five, six,
         seven witnesses who can attest to that fact.
                        DICKY SPECK
         My damn legs busted!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         No doubt. Now, if you can keep your
         caterwauling down to a minimum, I'd like
         to finish my line of inquiry with young Django.
                        (TO DJANGO)
         As I was saying, if you were to see
         the Brittle Brothers again, would you
         recognize them?
                        DJANGO
         Yes.





         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Now I'm sure. to you, all unshaven white men
         look alike. So Django, in a crowd of
         unshaven white men, can you honestly
         and positively point out The Brittle Brothers?
         DJANGO SPAGHETTI WESTERN FLASHBACK
         We're in his little shack at the Carrucan Plantation. It's PISSING RAIN
         outside. Django is making love to his wife Broomhilda, when she stops
         letting out a shout. The three overseers known as THE BRITTLE BROTHERS
         are outside peeking in through the window. They BURST in through the
         front door. Soaked to the bone, they rodeo bull their way into the
         shack, and make the two slaves continue fucking for their amusement.
         As Django and Broomhilda are forced to copulate, they run their wet
         white hands down her chocolate leg.. .they fondle his ass.. .they squeeze
         her tit. . .they bring a belt across Django's backside to make him fuck
         faster. . .then they yank him off, as BIG JOHN climbs on top of
         Broomhilda..the other Brittle brothers whip Django with their belts,
         and make him sit in the corner, while they finish with his wife.
         BACK TO DJANGO
                        DJANGO
         I can point 'em out.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Sold American! So Mr.Speck, how much for
         Django?
                        DICKY SPECK
         I'm gonna lose this leg!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes, unless you find a talented physician
         very quickly, I'm afraid that will be the.
         end result. But back to business, how much
         do you want for Django?
                        DICKY SPECK
         You go to hell!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Don't be silly. How much for Django?
                        DICKY SPECK
         800 dollars!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Oh come now, I may not have the experience in
         the slave trade that you and your family does,
         but neither was I born yesterday.





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         The. good doctor removes a pamphlet from his grey suit coat pocket.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         In this most helpful pamphlet that I picked
         up at The Greenville Slave Auction, it says
         that the going rate for African flesh'
         - in particularly a field nigger -_is sixty
         to eighty dollars. Now handsome no doubt as
         Django is, technically, he is a field. nigger.
         Which according to"this pamphlet here - and
         why would they lie - puts his price at
         eighty dollars. So in light of that, how
         bout a hundred and twenty five dollars for
         young Django here.
         Dr.Schultz removes his long billfold from his pocket, and takes out a
         one hundred dollar bill, two tens and a fiver.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         And since your late brother. won't be using
         it anymore, I'd like to purchase his nag.
         He removes a twenty dollar gold piece from his. pocket, and tosses it on
         Dicky's body. He bends down and, puts the paper money-.in the saddle bags
         on Dicky's dead horse. With.his hands in there, he roots around and
         finds the keys to-the leg irons. He unlocks Django's leg irons.
         Django is free.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         There you go Django,. Give your ankles a good
         rubbing, then get up on that horse.
         Also, if I was you, I'd take that winter
         coat the dear departed Speck left behind.
         Django removes the coat from the dead slaver. Puts on the warm jacket
         over his bare back, and climbs up on Ace Specks horse.
         Dr.Schultz turns to Dicky on the ground.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Mr.Speck, I am afraid I will require a
         bill of sale. Do you have one?
         Dicky just curses him.
         He says, removing a notebook from his pocket;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I thought not. No worries, I come prepared.
         (as he writes)
         This will serve nicely as a bill of sale.
         (he stops, then
         says to Django)
         Django is spelled with a silent "D",
         is it not?





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                        DJANGO
         Huh?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Why not..
         He writes it in his book with a silent "D", then stops to admire the
         way it looks.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes, that does add a little character.
         The German dentist lowers himself by the Speck brother pinned down
         under his horse, and hands him the notebook and pen.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         If you'd be so kind Speck, as to make your
         mark here.
         The. Hillbilly spits in the German gentleman's face. The good doctor
         wipes his face with a handkerchief. Then takes out a pocket knife.
         And whispers something that can't be heard in the slavers ear.
         He signs the bill of sale.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Mr.Speck, I would like to say it was a
         pleasure doing business with you, but your
         customer service leaves a lot to be desired.
         The good doctor climbs back up on Fritz, and looks to the six Slaves, in
         leg irons.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Now as to you poor devils.
         He tosses to Pudgy Ralph the keys to the shackles.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         So as I.see it, when it comes to the subject
         of what to do next, you gentlemen have two
         choices. One, once I'm gone, you lift that
         beast off the remaining Speck, then carry him
         to the nearest town. Which would be at least
         thirty-seven miles back the way you came.
         Or ...
         .Two, you unshackle yourselves, take that
         rifle over there. . .put a bullet in his head,
         bury the two of them deep, and make your way
         to a more enlightened area of the country.
         The choice is yours.
         He's just about ready to ride off, when the good doctor adds;





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         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Oh, and on the off chance that there's
         any astronomy aficionados amongst you,
         the North Star is THAT ONE. Tata.
         He looks to Django, who doesn't know how to start his horse.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Just give him a little kick.
         Django does, and the horse responds by moving.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         See, it's not so difficult.
         EXT - MORNING TEXAS LANDSCAPE - SUNRISE
         The DAWN BREAKS on a western landscape. The two men ride their horses
         silently, horse hooves CLIP-CLOPPING among the rocks. Django wears
         Specks winter coat, with one of Dr.Schultz's white button down dress
         shirts underneath it. As they ride through the picturesque scene...
         Dr.Schultz breaks the silence.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         So, Django, what do you intend to name him?
                        DJANGO
         Who?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Your horse?
                        DJANGO
         What horse?
         Dr.SCHULTZ'
         The horse you're riding.
                        DJANGO
         This ain't my horse.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes it is.
                        DJANGO
         No it ain't, it's your horse. I'm just riding
         it.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well, technically, yes - Wait a minute -
         technically not. If it's my horse, I can
         give it to you, and as of now, I'm doing such.
         Django, you're now the proud owner of a horse,
         congratulations.





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                        DJANGO
         I can't feed no horse. I can't put no horse
         up in no stable.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (FRUSTRATED)
         Don't worry about all that!
         They ride a bit longer in silence.. .the good doctor composes himself...
         then says with a smile;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         So... . now that that's settled... . what do you
         intend to name it? Half the fun of having
         a horse is choosing his name. For instance
         my steed is named Fritz. He's stubborn,
         ornery, and prone to a bad disposition, but I
         couldn't do without him.
         (he pats Fritz's neck)
         Anyway, the name of one's steed, isn't
         something one does lightly. So once you've
         thought about it for awhile -
                        DJANGO
         - Tony.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         - Tony what?
                        DJANGO
         - I dunno, Tony the horse.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Oh, you mean you want to name your horse
         Tony?
                        DJANGO
         Yeah. That's what you jus' asked me, right?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         When you're right you're right, indeed I did.
         Why Tony?
                        DJANGO
         I gotta tell ya? You didn't tell me I gotta
         tell ya.
         As they continue to converse, they start heading downhill toward a
         western town. They pass by a sign that says; "WELCOME TO DAUGHTREY,
                        TEXAS"





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         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well I'm naturally curious, of course, but
         there's no reason you MUST tell me. In fact
         an air of mystery adds a dash of panache to
         any steed. And I do believe Tony wears it
         well. Good job Django, well done.
         EXT - THE WESTERN TOWN OF DAUGHTREY - MORNING
         As the citizens of Daughtrey wake up, Django and Dr.Schultz ride Fritz
         and Tony through the main street of town..Daughtrey looks like a
         million western towns we've seen before in movies. But to the
         TOWNSPEOPLE of Daughtrey, Django and the German don't look like a
         million other visitors.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         What's everybody staring at?
                        DJANGO
         They never seen a nigger on a horse before.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         What's this bizarre obsession they have
         with. you not riding horses?
                        DJANGO
         You askin' me?
         Dr.Schultz stops Fritz in front of a saloon, and dismounts. Django has
         a little trouble both stopping Tony and getting off him, but it gets
         done. Dr.Schultz keeps bombarding The Slave with questions.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         So what other archaic rituals are you people
         verboten to take part in?
         As per usual with this white man, Django thinks; "What"?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I'm just trying to get a clear idea on what
         you can do, and what you can't do, and if
         you can't do it, why can't you do it?
         Like for instance, what if we were to walk
         in this saloon here, sit down at a table,
         order a drink, and drink it?
         Would the authorities frown on that?
                        DJANGO
         Hell yeah, they gonna frown.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         What part would they find the most offensive?





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                        DJANGO
         All of it. I can't be walkin' in no saloon.
         I can't be sittin' my ass on no chair,
         at no table. I can't be drinkin' no drink.
         And I definitely can't be sharin' no drink,
         with no white man, in public.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         So if you and I did those things, that would
         be considered enough of a infraction to make
         the saloon keeper go get the sheriff?
                        DJANGO
         You bet your sweet ass they get the sheriff.
         The good doctor extends his hand towards the saloon entrance.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well in that case Django, after you.
                        DJANGO
         Whoa - I ain't funnin, I can't go in there.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Django you're going to have to learn to trust
         me, and as the man said; "There's no time
         like the,present."
         He takes Django by the arm and leads him into the entryway of the
         establishment.
         INT - SALOON - MORNING
         The nervous black slave and the confident German'dentist walk into the
         saloon.
         The SALOON KEEPER (PETE) is high up on a chair placed high up on a
         table, to change a candle in the saloons chandelier. His back is turned
         away from the two patrons.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Good morning inn keeper, two beers for two
         weary travelers.
                        SALOON KEEPER
         It',s still pretty early, we won't be open
         for about a hour. But by then we'll be
         servin' breakfast -
         He turns around and sees them.
                        SALOON KEEPER
         Whoa! What the hell you think you doin' boy,
         get that nigger outta here.





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                        TIME CUT
         EXT - SALOON - MORNING
         It's about five minutes later, and the Saloon Keeper comes running out
         of the bar to get the Sheriff.
         When Dr.Schultz, sitting at a table with the young Django, calls;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Inn keeper! Remember, get the sheriff, not
         the marshall. This wouldn't be the marshalls
         jurisdiction.'This is just a infraction,
         on what I assume is a simple county ordinance,
         and that would fall under the domain of the
         Sheriff.
         The Saloon Keeper runs away.
         The two men sit by themselves in the empty saloon.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         It looks like we must act as our own bartender.
         The German stands up, and walks-behind the bar, and pours two beer's
         from the tap into mugs. Django remains seated, and after a beat, asks;
                        DJANGO
         What kinda dentist are you?
         This makes the doctor laugh, as he pours the beer's.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I haven't practiced dentistry in five years -
         Not to say once I know you better, I wouldn't
         like to get a look at that mouth - I'm sure
         it's a disaster - But these days I practice
         a new profession ... . Bounty Hunter.
         This gets no reaction from Django.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Do you know what a Bounty Hunter is?
         The Black Man shakes his head, no.
         As the good doctor, walks back to the table carrying the mugs of beer,
                        HE EXPLAINS;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well the way the slave trade deals in
         human lives for cash, a bounty hunter,
         deals in corpses.





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         Dr.SCHULTZ (CONT'D)
         The state places a bounty on a man's head.
         I track that man, I find that man, I kill
         that man. After I've killed him, I transport
         that man's corpse back to the authorities -
         and sometimes that's easier said then done.
         I show that corpse to the authorities -
         proving, yes indeed, I have truly killed him
         - At which point, the authorities pay me
         the bounty.
         (lifting his beer)
         Cheers.
         The two men touch glasses, and take a drink.
                        DJANGO
         What's a bounty?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         It's like a reward.
                        DJANGO
         You kill people and they give you a reward?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Certain people, yes.
                        DJANGO
         White people?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Mostly. A few Mexicans. Couple Chinamen.
                        DJANGO
         Bad people?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Badder they are, bigger the reward.
         Which brings me to you, and I must admit
         I'm at a bit of a quandary when it comes
         to you. On one hand, I despise slavery.
         On the other hand, I need your help,
         and if you're not in a position to refuse,
         all the better. So for the time being,
         I'm going to make this slave malarkey
         work to my benefit.
                        (BEAT)
         Still... . having said that, .I feel guilty.
         So... I'd like the two of us to enter into
         an agreement. I'm looking for The Brittle Brothers,
         however in this endeavor I'm at a slight
         disadvantage, in so far as, I don't know
         what they look like. But you do... .dont'cha?





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         �. DJANGO SPAGHETTI WESTERN FLASHBACK
         Django, back at The Carrucan Plantation, held down by Roger and Ellis
         Brittle, as Big John BURNS the "r" into his cheek with a BRANDING IRON.
         BACK TO DJANGO
                        DJANGO
         I know what they look like, all right.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Good. So, here's my agreement. You travel
         with me till we find them -
                        DJANGO
         - Where we goin'?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I hear at least two of them are overseeing
         up in Gatlinburg, but I don't know where.
         That means we visit every plantation in
         Gatlinburg till we find them. And when we
         find them, you point them out, and I kill
         them. You do that, I agree to give you
         your freedom... . twenty-five dollars per
         Brittle brother - that's seventy-five
         dollars... . your horse, Tony even though
         I've already gave him to you -- but once the
         final Brittle brother lies dead in the
         dust, I'll buy you a new saddle, and a
         new suit of clothes, handsome cowboy hat
         included.
         Dr.Schultz's eyes go to the saloon window.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         And as if on cue... . here comes the sheriff.
         EXT - SALOON - MORNING
         We see the sheriff, BILL SHARP, walk towards the saloon cradling a
         Winchester. Some TOWNSPEOPLE (like the Saloon Keeper) stand around to
         watch. A. YOUNG BOY leads a herd of BABY GOATS through town.
         Sheriff Sharp stands in the middle of the street.
                        SHERIFF SHARP
         Okay boys, fun's over, come on out.
         Both the doctor and Django stand up and walk to the front porch.
         As they do, The Sheriff says;





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                        SHERIFF SHARP
         Now why y'all wanna come into my town,
         start trouble, and scare all these nice
         people? You ain't got nothin' better to
         do, then to come into Bill Sharps town
         and show your ass -
         From his top step on the porch, Dr. King Schultz extends his hand
         toward the sheriff, as if to shake it... :.
         .THEN...
         A SMALL DERRINGER - POPS into Schultz's hand from a metal sliding
         apparatus concealed under his jacket sleeve. Once in hand, the dentist
         FIRES one tiny bullet into the belly of Bill Sharp.
         The tiny gun makes a tiny POP sound.
         The shocked Bill Sharp lets out a ugly groan, and doubles over in the
         dirt.
         The TOWNSPEOPLE are startled.
         As is Django.
         As Schultz walks down the porch steps, to the fallen sheriff, reloading
         his tiny pop shooter, a PEDESTRIAN yells out;
                        PEDESTRIAN
         What did you jus' do to our sheriff?
         Dr.Schultz answers him by putting another tiny bullet in the law man's
         skull, killing him dead.
         In the background, ONE WOMAN faints. The Boy and his Goats scatter.
         Dr.Schultz looks over at the Saloon Keeper, across the street.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Now you can go get the marshall.
                        TIME CUT
         EXT - DAUGHTREY MAIN STREET - DAY
         U.S.MARSHALL GILL TATUM snaps the MENFOLK OF Daughtrey to attention.
                        MARSHALL TATUM
         Move that buckboard over there long ways
         across the street from the saloon. And I
         want six men and six Winchesters behind it.
         And I want two men with two rifles on this
         roof, and two men with two rifles on that
         roof, with all barrels pointed at that
         front door. And somebody git poor Bill
         outta the goddamn street.





                        LP
         Cowboys with rifles climb up stairs to take position on the roof of the
         building across the street from the saloon.
         The Marshall directs the buckboard being moved into place.
         The last SNIPER on the rooftop takes his position.
         WHEN...
         COMING FROM THE SALOON... . PIANO MUSIC ...
         INT - SALOON - DAY
         Dr.Schultz sits behind the piano playing a catchy little saloon number.
         He seems skilled enough to be a professional western saloon piano
         player. A terrified Django, who's sure his new master is a lunatic
         who's going to get them both killed, peeks out the closed curtains
         on the window.
         Dr.Schultz's suit coat sits draped over a chair. All of his weapons,
         including his metal sliding rail Derringer contraption, lie on a table.
         He plays piano in his button down dress shirt and gray suit vest.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         What are they doing?
                        DJANGO
         I think they wonderin' why you playin'
         the piana'.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Good.
                        (PAUSE)
         But what are they doing?
                        DJANGO
         A buncha white folks brought a buckboard
         around out front, now they hidin' behind it
         with guns. And a buncha other white folks
         are up on the roof, with rifles pointed
         down here.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Damn, they got that organized fast. Is the
         marshall out there?
                        DJANGO
         If the one I think is the.marshall is the
         marshall, he's out there.





                        )9
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         What makes you think he's the marshall?
                        DJANGO
         Cause he's the one ready to say somethin'.
                        MARSHALL'S VOICE
         You in the saloon!
         Dr.Schultz stops playing the piano.
                        MARSHALL'S VOICE
         We got eleven Winchesters on every way
         outta that buildin'! You got once chance
         git outta this alive! You and your nigger
         come out right now with your hands over
         your head, and I mean, right now!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         First things first! Is this the marshall
         I have the pleasure of addressing?
                        MARSHALL TATUM
         Yes it is, this is U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Wunderbar! So marshall, I have relieved
         myself of all weapons, and just as you
         have instructed, I'm ready to step outside
         with my hands raised above my head.
         I trust as a representative of the
         criminal justice system of The United
         States of America, I shant be shot down
         in the street, by either you or your deputies,
         before I've had my day in court.
                        MARSHALL TATUM
         You mean like you did our sheriff? Shot
         'em down like a dog in the street!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes, that's exactly what I mean! Do I
         have your word as a lawman not to shoot
         me down like a dog in the street?
                        MARSHALL TATUM
         Well, as much as we'd all enjoy seein'
         somethin' like that, ain't nobody gonna
         cheat the hangman in my town!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Fair enough marshall, here we.come.!





         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (TO DJANGO)
         They're a little tense out there. So don't
         make any quick movements, and let me do
         the talking.
         Django looks at him like, "as if..."
         EXT - SALOON/MAIN STREET - DAY
         A lot of guns are trained on the front door of the saloon.
         Outside of range, the WHOLE TOWN watches the stand off.
         The saloon doors open, and Dr.Schultz and Django, hands raised, step
         outside.
                        MARSHALL TATUM
         You unarmed?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes indeed we are. Marshall Tatum, may I
         address you, your deputies, and apparently
         the entire town of Daughtrey, as to the
         incident that just occurred?
                        MARSHALL TATUM
         Go on!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         My name is Dr.King Schultz. And like
         yourself, marshall, I am a servant of the
         court. The man lying dead in the dirt,
         who the good people of Daughtrey saw fit
         to elect as their sheriff, who went by
         the name of Bill Sharp, is actually a
         wanted outlaw by the name of Willard Peck,
         with a price on his head of two hundred
         dollars. That's two hundred dollars, dead
         or alive.
                        MARSHALL TATUM
         The hell you say!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I'.m aware this is probably disconcerting
         news. But I'm willing to wager this man
         was elected sheriff sometime in the last
         two years. I know this because. three years
         ago he was rustling cattle from,
         The B.C. Corrigan Cattle Company of
         Lubbock Texas.





                        Z/
         Dr.SCHULTZ (CONT'D)
         In my possession. is a warrant made out by
         circuit court Judge Henry Allen Laudermilk
         of Austin Texas. You are encouraged to wire him.
         He will back up who I am, and who your
         dear departed sheriff was.
         The Menfolk of the town with rifles, begin trading looks. Then
         Dr.Schultz delivers the coup de grace.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         In other words marshall, you owe me
         two hundred dollars.
                        CUT TO
         EXT - TENNESSEE COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
         Django and Dr.Schultz, who by now have ridden quite a few miles
         together, ride their horses in the Tennessee countryside, on the way to
         Gatlinburg. Dr.Schultz is dressed in one of his nearly identical grey
         business suits, and Django is still dressed in his slave pants,
         Schultz's button down dress shirt, and Ace Speck's winter coat.
         Somewhere along the way a pair of shoes have appeared on'his feet.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         One needs a plan, son. These are brutal
         times. A man who survives, is a man with
         a plan. A man who thrives, is a man with
         a good plan. So, having said that, what's
         your plan, young Django?
                        DJANGO
         What'cha mean?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well, after this Brittle business is behind
         us, you'll be a free man, with a horse, and
         seventy five dollars in your back pocket.
         What's your plan after that?
                        DJANGO
         Find my wife, and buy her freedom.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Django, I had no idea you were a married man.
         Do most slaves take the institution of
         matrimony seriously?
                        DJANGO
         Huh?





                        ZZ
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Do slaves believe in marriage'?
                        DJANGO
         Me and my wife do.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Where is she now?
                        DJANGO
         I dunno. They put us in different boxcars,
         and sent U.S to The Greenville Slave Auction.
         She got sold two days 'fore me.
         But I don't know who to.
         Dr.Schultz takes out a long stick of beef jerky.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Care for some jerky?
                        DJANGO
         Sure.
         Dr.Schultz rips him off a piece. Django chews on it. As he chews,
                        SCHULTZ SAYS;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         So your plan is to trackdowri your wife, and
         purchase her.freedom? Only you don't know
         where she is?
         A chewing Django nods his head, yes.
         Dr.Schultz, takes a big bite of jerky, chews for a "moment contemplating
         the dilemma, then pronounces;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well that shouldn't be all that difficult.
         So how long ago did all this happen?
                        DJANGO
         A few months ago.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Three or four?
                        DJANGO
         Three.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         So shecamefrom the Carrucan Plantation,
         and shewassold at The Greenville Slave
         Auctiontosome :unknown customer three
         monthsago?
         Django nods his head, yes.





                        Z3
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         The bad part about slavery being a business,
         is it's immoral. The good part about it being
         a business is, they keep records. Somewhere
         in Greenville there's a book with your wife's
         name in it, and the name of the customer who
         bought her, and more then likely their address.
         But then Schultz seems to get second thoughts.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Still, seventy-five dollars in your back
         pocket is a pretty nice grub steak, but it's
         not going to get you very far in Greenville.
         Not to mention a slave auction town in
         Mississippi isn't the safest place you could
         visit. Free or not.
                        DJANGO
         I'll have my freedom papers.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes you will. But say you show them to some
         rascals, and they take them from you and
         tear them up?
                        DJANGO
         They could do that?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I'm not saying they would, but they could.
                        DJANGO
         They do that I'll kill 'em.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Great! Now you get hung for killin' a white
         man. The point being is the place,is just
         too dangerous for you.
                        DJANGO
         Well I gotta go, when do I go?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         When you get more dangerous.
         EXT - CHATTANOOGA - DAY
         Muddy and wet big city Chattanooga. We're in the back of a STORE that.
         sells SERVANT/HOUSE NIGGER UNIFORMS. Django comes bursting out of the
         stores back door. He's very distressed. One glance at the outfit he's
         wearing explains the distress.





                        Z
                        DJANGO
         is dressed in a powder blue satin Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit, that
         wouldn't be out of place in the court of Marie Antoinette at
         Versailles.
         Dr.Schultz comes trailing after him.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Django, you have to, it's part of "The Act".
         You're playing a character. Your character
         is The Valet. This is what The Valet wears.
         Remember what I told you. During the act,
         you can never break character.
                        CUT TO
         EXT - BENNETT MANOR- DAY
         We see Dr. Schultz, riding slightly in front of Django, dressed in his
         blue satin Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit, as they enter the property of
         BENNETT MANOR, a plantation in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Django leads a
         riderless horse, behind him and Tony.
         As the two men ride their horses up the road that leads to the front
         steps of Bennett Manor, alongside the cotton fields, all the SLAVES
         stop picking cotton, and straighten their bent backs up to stare in
         wonder at this sight.
         The patriarch of Bennett Manor, SPENCER "BIG DADDY" BENNETT, dressed in
         a fancy leisure suit of the day, emerges from the double doors of the
         mansion, and stands on the top steps, hands on hips, watching the white
         man and black man move from the background to the foreground.
         While there are plenty BLACK MALES out in the cotton fields, the
         majority of the slave population of Bennett Manor is pretty.BLACK
         FEMALES, fourteen to twenty-four, referred to as, "PONY'S".
         The biggest money making crop of this farm, after cotton.
         As Dr.Schultz and fancy pants Django, bring Fritz and Tony to a stop
         in front of Bennett Manor, they've drawn quite a crowd of SLAVES,
         BENNETT FAMILY MEMBERS, and WHITE WORKERS (OVERSEER'S).
         Spencer Bennett keeps on the top step so he won't be forced to look up
         at the darkee on the horse.
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         It's against the law for niggers to ride
         horses in this territory.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         This is my valet, and my valet doesn't walk.
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         I said niggers -





         Z .ate`
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         His name is Django, he's a free man, and
         he can ride what he pleases.
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         Not on my.property, around my niggers
         he can't.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         My good sir, perhaps we got off on the
         wrong boot. Allow me to unring this bell.
         My name is Dr.King Schultz, this is my
         valet, Django, and these are our horses,
         Fritz, and Tony.
         Fritz, does his head bow.
         This makes the pretty PONY'S surrounding Bennett, giggle.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Mr. Bennett, I've been lead to believe you
         are a gentleman, and a business man.
         And it is in these capacities that we've
         ridden from Texas to Tennessee to talk
         with you now.
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         State your business.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I wish to purchase one of your
         nigger gals.
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         You and your Jimmie rode from Texas to
         Tennessee, to buy one of my nigger gals,
         no appointment, no nuttin'?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I'm afraid so.
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         Well what if I say, I don't like you, or
         your fancy pants. nigger, and I wouldn't
         sell you a tinkers damn - what'cha gotta
         say about that?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Mr. Bennett, if you are the business man,
         I've been led to believe you to be,
         I have five thousand things I might say,
         that could change your mind.
         i This gets everybody's attention, not least of all Spencer Bennett.
         Spencer laughs.





                        ZG
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         C'mon inside, get yourself something' cool
         to drink.
         The incognito bounty hunter, dismounts his steed, as does Django.
         Then the good doctor walks up the steps to Bennett Manor.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Maybe while we discuss business, you
         could provide one of your loveliest black
         creatures to escort Django here around
         your magnificent grounds.
                        SPENCER
         Absolutely. Betina!
         A pretty, fleshy, sweet jelled, twenty-two year old slave gal named
         BETINA, snaps to attention.
                        BETINA
         Yes sir, Big Daddy?
                        SPENCER
                        (TO SCHULTZ)
         What's your Jimmies name again?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Django.
                        SPENCER
         Betina sugar, take Django around the
         grounds. Show 'em all the pretty stuff.
                        BETINA
         As you please, Big Daddy.
         Dr.Schultz lowers his voice, and says to the plantation owner;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Mr. Bennett, I must remind, you, Django is a
         free man. He cannot be treated like a slave.
         Within the bounds of good taste, he must be
         treated as an extension of myself.
                        SPENCER
         Understood., Schultz. Betina?
                        BETINA
         Yes, sir?
                        SPENCER
         Django isn't a slave. Django is a free
         man. Do you understand? You're not to treat
         him like any of these other niggers around
         here, cause he ain't like any of these
         other niggers around here. Ya got it?





                        BETINA
         Ya want I should treat 'em like white
         folks?
                        SPENCER
         No that's not what I said.
                        BETINA
         Then I don't know what'cha want Big Daddy.
                        SPENCER
         Yes, I can see that.
                        (HE THINKS)
         What's the name of that peckawood boy from
         town works with the glass? His mama works
         at the lumber yard? He comes by and fixes
         the winda's when we have a problem?
         The MAMMY OF BENNETT MANOR chimes in;
         MAMMY OF BENNETT MANOR
         Oh, you mean Jerry.
                        SPENCER
         Yeah, that's the boy's name, Jerry.
                        (TO BETINA)
         You know Jerry, dont'cha sugar?
                        BETINA
         Yes 'em, Big Daddy.
                        SPENCER
         Well that's it then... just treat 'em
         like you would Jerry.
         EXT - ANOTHER PART OF BENNETT MANOR - DAY
         Away from the big house, Betina gives Django a tour of the grounds.
         Her in her slave get up, complete with handkerchief on her head, and
         him in his satin baby blue Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit, are quite
         the pair. She eyeballs him disapprovingly up and down.
                        BETINA
         What'cha do for your massa'?
                        DJANGO
         Didn't you hear him tell ya, I ain't no slave.
                        BETINA
         So you really free?
                        DJANGO
         Yes.





                        ZY
                        BETINA
         You mean you wanna dress like that?
         Django fumes.
         EXT - BENNETT MANOR (BACK PORCH) - DAY
         Both Spencer Bennett and Dr.Schultz sit on the back porch drinking
         lemonade.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I've been'told by those who should know,
         the most exquisite African flesh in the
         state of Tennessee is bred right here on
         your land. And from the look of these
         black angels, my sources weren't wrong.
                        SPENCER
         Oh I got my share of, coal blacks, horse
         faces, and gummy mouth bitches out in the
         field. But the lion share of my lady
         niggers are real show pony's.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well that's what I'm looking for, a show
         pony for young Django. So the only
         question that remains is, do you have a
         nigger here worth five thousand dollars?
                        SPENCER
         Dr.Schultz, five thousand dollar nigger,
         is practically my middle name.
         BACK TO DJANGO AND BETINA
         Betina and Django walk by a big tree on the plantation grounds.
         The cotton fields and the SLAVES picking it, in the background.
                        DJANGO
         Betina, come over here, I need to ask
         you something.
         He moves her by the tree for more privacy. Betina thinks this fancy
         pants wants to get all lovey-dovey, and she couldn't be less interested.
                        BETINA
         What'cho want?
                        DJANGO
         I'm lookin' for three white men. Three
         brothers. Overseers. Their name is
         Brittle. Do you know 'em?
                        BETINA
         Brittle?





                        DJANGO
         Yes, Brittle. John Brittle. Ellis Brittle.
         And Roger Brittle, sometimes called, Little Raj.
                        BETINA
         I don't know dem.
                        DJANGO
         They could be usin' a different name.
         They woulda' come to the plantation in
         the last year.
                        BETINA
         You mean The Shaffer's?
                        DJANGO
         Maybe? Three brother?
                        BETINA
         Ah-huh.
                        DJANGO
         Are they here?
                        BETINA
         Ah-huh.
                        DJANGO
         Can you point one of 'em out to me?
                        BETINA
         Well ones over in that field.
         She points to the cotton field, at a OVERSEER on top of a horse, whip
         in hand, eyeing the blacks at his mercy.
         Django takes hold of a little bag slung over his shoulder opens it, and
         takes out a shiny brass SPYGLASS, the type a sea captain might use.
         Obviously a prop from Dr.Schultz. He slides it open, places it against
         his eye, and points it in the direction of a figure out in the cotton
         field landscape.
                        SPYGLASS POV:
         Astride his nag, the filthy hillbilly, who calls himself SHAFFER, but
         who Django knows to be ELLIS BRITTLE, looks on, oblivious to Django's
         observation.
         DJANGO SPAGHETTI WESTERN FLASHBACK
         He remembers Ellis Brittle BURNING a "r" into Broomhilda's cheek with a
         BRANDING IRON.
         BACK TO DJANGO AND THE SPYGLASS
         he lowers the glass.





                        3 0
                        BETINA
                        (INNOCENTLY)
         Is that who you lookin' for?
                        DJANGO
         Yep.
         He folds the spyglass back up, and puts it back in his purse.
                        DJANGO
         Where's the other two?
         BETINA.
         They by the stable, punishin' Little Jody
         for breakin' eggs.
                        DJANGO
         They whippin' Little Jody?
         She nods her head, yes.
                        DJANGO
         Point me in that direction.
         She points to a shed, and keeps pointing right.
                        BETINA
         You go to that shed, and keep goin' that way.
         Which means; "Go to the shed and turn right."
                        DJANGO
         Go git that white man, I came here with.
         He slaps her ass, to hurry her up.
         Then looks to the shed, and begins crossing the distance between him
         and The Brittle Brothers.
                        FLASH ON
         A memory from The Carrucan Plantation; The Brittle Brothers giving his
         wife Broomhilda, a peelin'.
         PEELIN' : A punishment by bullwhip, across the back.
         LITTLE RAJ makes a line in the dirt with the heel of his boot.
         Making Django stand behind it, as he watches his wife being whipped.
         BIG JOHN BRITTLE SLASHES the beauty of Broomhilda's back with his
         BULLWHIP.
         DJANGO, keeping behind the line, begs Big John for mercy.





                        3/
                        DJANGO
         Please Big John, she won't do it no more!
         She's real sorry!
         The WHIP RIPS her back.
                        DJANGO
                        (SCREAMING)
         Goddamit, Big John!
                        LITTLE RAJ
         Whoa nigger, calm down, keep it funny.
         Django gets on his knees, and on behalf of Broomhild.a, begs Big John
         Brittle with everything he has.
         BACK TO DJANGO
         crossing the lawn towards The Brittle Brothers, like an express train.
                        FLASH ON
         Big John Brittle standing over him, bullwhip in hand, saying to the
                        KNEELING DJANGO;
         BIG JOHN BRITTLE
         I like the way you beg, boy.
         EXT - STABLE - DAY
         Little Raj Brittle, ties LITTLE JODY, a petite slave girl (eighteen)
         to a dead tree stump.
         BIG JOHN BRITTLE paces, taking a few practice CRACKS with his WHIP.
         LITTLE JODY begs The Shaffer Brothers/The Brittle Brothers for mercy.
         ROGER goes and sits on a old wagon wheel to watch the whippin'.
         BIG JOHN BRITTLE
         Now Jody quit your caterwaulin'. You know
         yourself it's for your own good. Niggers
         are clumsy. You'd break everything in
         goddamn sight, you weren't cured. And the
         only known cure for nigger clumsiness
         is a peelin'.
         Little Jody begs to differ.
         BACK TO DJANGO
         As Django in his powder blue satin suit hurries across the grass to
         Little Jody and The Brittle Brothers, he collects eight little friends
         who happily run along with the fast walking man. EIGHT LITTLE FRENCH
         BULLDOGS who bark, yelp, snort and breath at his heels.. Django pays the
         little dogs no nevermind.





                        3 2-
         BACK TO BIG JOHN BRITTLE
         In position to take the skin off of Little Jody's back.
                        BIG JOHN
         After this we'll see if you break eggs again.
                        DJANGO
         turns the corner to the stable, and stands behind them. They don't see
         him. Big John rears back to make the first WHIP LASH...
         WHEN ...
         .DJANGO'S VOICE, stops him;
                        DJANGO
         John Brittle!
         Big John breaks his whip stride, looks. up, and in a discarded full
         length broken mirror from the big house, laying abandoned against the
         stable wall, he see's DJANGO, dressed in his powder blue satin Little
         Lord Flauntleroy outfit, surrounded by his pack of little French
         Bulldogs.
         LITTLE JODY on her knees, tied to the dead tree stump, looks up see's
         the same thing in the mirror.
         LITTLE RAJ looks to his left at the sounds of the voice.
         BIG JOHN turns toward Django, who he still doesn't recognize.
         DJANGO just stares back.
         BIG JOHN smile disappears. He recognizes Django.
         So does Roger.
                        LITTLE RAJ
         Django?
         Django crosses toward Big John, raising up his arm like he's going to
         shake his hand ...
                        DJANGO
         Remember me?
         .Django extends his arm, and Dr.Schultz's Derringer arm
         contraption,. POPS the TINY GUN into his hand, and he FIRES a tiny
         bullet smack dab into BIG JOHN'S MERCILESS HEART.
         BIG JOHN FACE
         goes into shock... .he falls to his knees...he looks up, clutching his
         heart, at Django.
                        DJANGO
         I like the way you die, boy.





                        3 3
         Big John hears it...then tips over dead.
         LITTLE JODY can't believe what she's just seen.
         FOUR OTHER SLAVES who just happen to be walking in the background, see
         it.
         LITTLE RAJ is stunned ... . then comes to his senses, fumbling for the
         gun he wears on his hip, but since he's no gunman, in his haste, he
         gets it out of his holster, but drops it on the ground.
         It goes off... BANG.
         SHOOTING himself in the foot, he HOPS UP AND DOWN in pain.
         The Bulldogs scatter at the sound. of the BANG.
         DJANGO picks Big John's WHIP off the ground., and begins WHIPPING
         LITTLE RAJ across the face and chest.
         MORE SLAVES gather.
         DJANGO WHIPS HIM TO THE GROUND
         whips him on the ground, then throws the whip to the ground, picks
         Roger's pistol off the ground, and empties it (FIVE SHOTS) into Roger.
         To say the slaves are flabbergasted, is a understatement.
         Dr.Schultz rides his horse up quickly, rifle in his hand. He sees
         Django, and the two dead bodies.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Who are they?
                        DJANGO
         That's John Brittle, and that's his
         little brother Raj.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Where's Ellis?
                        DJANGO
         He's the one hightailin' it across that
         field right now.
         Ellis Brittle riding his horse full out through the cotton field trying
         to make an escape.
                        SCHULTZ'S WINCHESTER
         goes to his eye, he follows the rider with his rifle barrel.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Are you sure that's him?
         Ellis gets further away...





                        DJANGO
         Yes!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Are you positive?
         Ellis gets further away...
                        DJANGO
         I dunno.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You don't know if you're positive?
         Ellis gets further away...
                        DJANGO
         I don't know what, positive,'means.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         It means you're sure.
                        DJANGO
         Yes.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes, what?
                        DJANGO
         Yes I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle.
         BAM!
         The German picks the middle Brittle brother off his horse.
          The dead man WIPES OUT horribly in the thick cotton brush.
         RED BLOOD splashes on WHITE COTTON.
         The German and Django have the entire plantation's attention.
         Spencer Bennett (with his Winchester), his SONS and his OVERSEERS,
         and some HOUSE NIGGERS come around like a angry mob.
         The German tosses his rifle in the dirt, and raises his hands.
         Django does the same with his pistol.
         Dr.Schultz addresses the ANGRY MOB.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Everybody calm down, we mean no one else any harm!
                        SPENCER
         Just who the hell are you two jokers?





                        35;
         Dr�. SCHULTZ
         I am Dr.King Schultz, a legal representative
         of the criminal justice system of the
         United States of America. The man to my
         left is Django Freeman, he's my. deputy.
         In my pocket is a warrant signed by circuit
         court judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin
         Texas, for the arrest and capture, dead or
         alive, of John Brittle, Ellis Brittle, and
         Roger Brittle --
                        DJANGO
         - They were goin by the name, Shaffer.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You know them by the name, Shaffer.
         But the butchers real names'were Brittle.
         These are wanted men. The law wants them
         for murder. I reiterate, this warrant
         states dead or alive. When Django and myself
         executed these men on sight, we were operating
         within our legal. boundaries. Now I realize
         passions are high. But I must warn you,
         the penalty for taking deadly force
         against a officer of the court in the
         performance of his duty is, you will be
         hung by the neck until you are dead.
         This does put a momentary pause in the lynch mob's blood lust.
         After his dramatic pause for effect...
         .Dr.Schultz says;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         May I please remove the warrant from my
         pocket so you may examine it?
         Resting his Winchester over his shoulder, Bennett reaches for the
         paper.
                        SPENCER
         Gimmie.
         Dr.Schultz removes the warrant from his jacket pocket, and hands it to
         the plantation owner. Bennett reads it silently to himself, resigned to
         what it says.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Satisfied.
         Bennett eyes go from the warrant to the German.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         May I have that back?





                        36
         ,- Bennett hands Schultz back the piece of paper.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         We good?
                        BENNETT
         Get off my land.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Post haste.
                        (TO DJANGO)
         Load up the bodies as quickly as
         you can, and let's get out of
         here.
                        TIME CUT
         All three dead Brittle Brothers lie over the back of the extra horse
         the bounty hunters brought with them.
         Both Bounty Hunters are back in their saddles ready to leave.
         With all the eyes of the plantation on them, the white and black man
         start to ride out, when Spencer "Big Daddy" Bennett, steps in their way
         for one final threat.
                        BENNETT
         Ain't nobody gonna touch you and your Jimmie
         while you on my property. But for lettin' a
         nigger kill a white man, and especially for
         letting a nigger kill a white man in a
         audience of niggers, y'all ain't gonna make
         it out of the county alive. Mark my words
         Schultz, by tomorrow morning your niggers
         gonna be stripped and clipped and hangin'
         from my motherfuckin' gate.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I'm fully aware Bennett, that you and your
         regulator playmates aren't shy about
         killing for what you believe in. But mark
         my words Big Daddy, if you make a move
         towards Django or myself, you better be
         prepared to die for it.
         The two men ride off.
         The Black and White Audience watch them go.
         EXT -- A TENNESSEE LAKE - NIGHT
         INSERT: Dr.Schultz's SADDLE BAG, the doctor's hands remove THREE STICKS
         /!. OF DYNAMITE from it.





                        3 7
         INSERT: The doctor's HANDS bind the Three Sticks of Dynamite together.
         INSERT: The Three Sticks are WRAPPED UP in a BRIGHT YELLOW BANDANA.
         INSERT: The Yellow Dynamite Sticks, are buried in dirt about half way,
         with the yellow part protruding from out of the ground.
         CUT TO.
         CU SPENCER BENNETT
         lying on his belly in the grass.
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         That's them sonsabitches.
                        SPENCER'S POV:
         We see the camp by the lake that Dr.Schultz and Django have set up.
         Both wrapped up in bedrolls. The dead bodies of the Brittle Brothers
         lie by them in a pile. A campfire slowly dims.
         We Cut Back to Spencer Bennett lying on his belly with SIX OTHER RIFLE
         CARING MEN observing the camp, from over a grade.
         The Men sneak back down the hill the way they came...
         Where about TWENTY-FOUR REGULATORS are waiting for them ON HORSEBACK,
         all of the riders heads are covered by FLOUR SACKS with eyes and mouth
         holes cut out. Some carry TORCHES, all carry RIFLES or SHOTGUNS.
         Spencer mounts his horse. "Big Daddy" issues orders astride his
         steed..
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         Now unless they start shootin' first,
         nobody shoot 'em. That's way too simple
         for these jokers. We're gonna whip that
         nigger lover to death. And I'm gonna
         personally, strip and clip that garboon
         myself.
         Having said his blood thirsty words, he puts the flour sack over his
         head. He tussles with the sack for a bit, then from inside the sack;
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         Damn, I can't see fuckin' shit outta
         this thing.
         He sticks his fingers in the.eye holes, and rips, trying to make the
         holes bigger, he only succeeds in making-visibility more obscured.
                        BRADSHAW
         We ready, or what?





                        3 7
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         Hold on I'm fuckin' with my eye holes.
                        (RIPS)
         Shit ...I just made it worse.
         He rips. it off his head in frustration.
                        RANDY
         I can't see shit either.
                        REDFISH
         Who made this goddamn shit?
         0. B.
         Willards wife.
                        WILLARD
         Well make you own goddamn masks!
                        SPENCER
                        (TO WILLARD)
         Look nobody's saying they don't appreciate
         what Jenny did.
                        REDFISH
         Well if all I hadda do was cut a bag, I
         could cut it better then this.
         0. B.
         How 'bout-you Robert, can you see?
                        ROBERT
         Not too good. I mean if I.don't move my head,
         I can see you pretty good ... . more or less.
         But when I start ridin' the bag starts moving
         all over, and I'm riding blind.
         Randy tears at his bag.
                        RANDY
         Oh shit, I just made mine worse.
         He puts it on-then says;
                        RANDY
         Yep, it's worse.
         He yanks it off his head.
                        RANDY
         Did anybody bring any extra bags?
                        TERRY
         No, no one brought a extra bag!





                        3 9
                        RANDY
         I'm just asking.
                        DOUG
         Do we hafta wear 'em when we ride?
                        SPENCER
         Shitfire, if you don't wear 'em as you ride
         up, that just defeats the purpose.
         Redfish, fatter then some (but not all), takes off his bag.
                        REDFISH
         I can't see in this fucking thing!
         I can't breathe in this fucking thing!
         And I can't ride in this fucking thing!
                        WILLARD
         Fuck all y'all! I'm going home. I watched
         my wife work all day gettin' thirty bags
         ready for you ungrateful sonsabitches!
         And all I hear is criticize, criticize, criticize.
         From now on don't ask me or mine for nothin'!
         Willard rides off.
         O.B. removes his bag, and yells after Willard.
                        SPENCER
         O.B., I tole yo to keep quiet! They're asleep,
         not dead.
         O.B.
         But Willards riding off.
                        SPENCER
         Fuck Willard! Look, let's not forget why we're
         here. We gotta killer nigger over that hill.
         And we gotta make a lesson outta 'em.
                        RANDY
         Okay, I'm confused, are the bags on or off?
         Robert takes off his bag, and says;
                        ROBERT
         I think we all think the bags was a nice
         idea. But, not pointing any fingers, they
         could of been done better. So how 'bout,
         no bags this time, but next time, we do the
         bags right, and then we go full regalia.
         Everyone takes off their bag.
                        SPENCER
         Wait a minute, I didn't say no bags!





                        YO
                        TERRY
         But nobody can see.
                        SPENCER
         So?
                        TERRY
         So, it would be nice to see.
                        SPENCER
         Goddamit, this is a raid! I can't see, you
         can't see, so what? All that matters is can
         the fuckin horse see! That's a raid.
         Spencer puts on his sack, everyone else, reluctantly, does as well.
         EXT - LAKE - NIGHT
         The THIRTY RIDERS, all with SACKS OVER THEIR HEADS, come riding over
         the hill, hooting and hollerin. Since nobody can see they ride
         haphazard into each other.'Redfish falls off his horse hard on his fat
         ass. They surround the camp, and when the sleeping Schultz and Django
         don't react, they know something's up. But since nobody can see,
         everybody and everybody's horse is. confused.
         WE HEAR A GROUP OF LINES FROM CIRCLING COWBOYS ON HORSEBACK WITH BAGS
          OVER THEIR HEADS: "Where are they, I can't see" - "They tricked us" -
         "Did somebody fall" "Where the hell are they" "Y'all, Redfish fell
         off his horse-He's kinda hurt bad."
         Then amongst the confusion...
         WE SNAP ZOOM TO
         A BIG TREE
         on the other side of the lake
         Then quickly cut into The Tree.
         Till we're in a CU OF Dr.SCHULTZ
         with a SCOPE SIGHT RIFLE up to his eye.
         SCOPE SIGHT POV
         The Yellow covered STICKS OF DYNAMITE protruding from the ground, are
         inside the scope sight circle, Horse hooves step around it.
                        TWO SHOT
         Dr.SCHtJLTZ and DJANGO up in a tree.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Auf wiedersehen.





         L,
         He fires.
         The Camp EXPLODES Blowing Horses and Riders Apart.
         Dr.Schultz and Django lift up repeating rifles.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Let 'em have it!
                        DJANGO
         I can't see nothin'.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Just fire into the smoke.
         The two treetop killers let loose with rifle fire.
         INSIDE OF THE SMOKE
         pandemonium reigns. Horses and Men trip over bodies and pieces of
         bodies, of horses and men. Men with legs and arms blown off, yell
         bloody murder, hurt and scared Horses cry. Some struggle to get the
         sacks off their heads, while scared horses dance and buck in panic.
         Some are shot by the rifle fire. The rest of the men not blown up, and
         still on horseback, between the sacks and the smoke, still can't see
         worth a damn. And Men and Horses collide with one another, which causes
         more bucking and riders falling. About fifteen of the men who can still
         ride, high tail it the fuck out of there. Whipped and whimpering like
         dogs.
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         on his horse with the other fleeing regulators RIDES for his life...
         SCOPE SIGHT POV
         We see the back of the fleeing Bennett smack dab in the cross hairs.
                        DJANGO
         scope sight rifle up to his eye.
         Schultz next to him, says;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         He's getting away.
                        DJANGO
         I got 'em.
                        SPENCER'S HORSE
         his hooves race and rip up the grass.
                        SPENCER
         riding for his life...
                        DJANGO
         scope sight rifle up to his eye.





         Dr.SCHULTZ
         He's getting out of range.
                        DJANGO
         I got 'em.
         INSERT: A black finger squeezes the rifle trigger.
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         we're behind him as he rides away, OFF SCREEN we hear the whistling of
         what sounds like an incoming missle.
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         we're in.front of Spencer Bennett as he rides, when Django's bullet,
         RIPS THROUGH his CHEST.
                        DJANGO
                        DJANGO
         I got 'em.
                        SPENCER BENNETT
         falls from his horse, dead.
                        DJANGO
         scope sight rifle in his hand, big smile on his face, looks.to
         Dr.Schultz.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Like that, huh?
         Referring to the scope sight rifle;
                        DJANGO
         I like.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well, I think while they take this opportunity
         to lick their wounds, we should take this
         opportunity to get the fuck out of Tennessee.
         They hop out of the tree.
                        MONTAGE
         Dr.Schultz in a big city, buying Django a new saddle. Django gets his
         first initial "D" etched into it. The men go to different stores to
         purchase Django's wardrobe. The outfit bought, is selected by Django,
         with suggestions offered by Schultz. When he's done, Django looks damn
         handsome in his new duds. Brown cowboy boots, Green Corduroy Jacket,
         Smokey Grey Shirt, Tan Skin Tight Pants, and Light Brown Cowboy Hat.
         He looks a. bit like Elvis in "Flaming Star" and a Little Joe Cartwright
         on "Bonanza". However, tellingly, he keeps Ace Speck's Winter Coat as
         his winter coat.





         EXT - COUNTRY MEADOW - PRETTY DAY
         Django, sitting on his new saddle, in his new duds, rides alongside
         the good doctor Schultz. The German carries a PICNIC BASKET.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         But I'm serious son, Greenville is just too
         dangerous for you to go fucking around there.
         You're a freed, slave, you should be in New York.
         You shouldn't be in Greenville, you shouldn't
         even be forty miles on any side of Greenville.,
         You shouldn't be anywhere in Mississippi.
                        DJANGO
         She's my wife, it's my job to look after her.
         If Greenville's where I gotta go to find out
         where she went, then I gotta go. Now you
         were sayin' where I gotta go first?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         There'should be some sort of records office.
         You know when she was sold, you know where
         she came from, the Carrucan Plantation, and
         you know her name ... . what is her name?
                        DJANGO
         Broomhilda.
         Schultz reacts.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Broomhilda?
         Django.nods his head yes.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Were her owners German?
         Now Django reacts, "How did he know that?
                        DJANGO
         Yeah, how did you know? She wasn't born on
         The Carrucan Plantation. She was raised by
         a German mistress, The Von Shafts. She can
         speak a little German too.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Your wife?
                        DJANGO
         Yeah, when she was little her mistress taught
         her so she'd have somebody to talk German with.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         So let me get this straight, your slave
         wife speaks German, and her name is
         Broomhilda Von Shaft...?





                        DJANGO
         Yep. Mouthful, huh?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         To say the least.
         (stopping the horse)
         This looks like a very pretty place to have
         our picnic. What'd ya say, here?
                        TIME CUT
         EXT - PICNIC IN COUNTRY MEADOW - PRETTY DAY
         The two men sit on a blanket with a nice picnic spread spread out.
         Django eats a cucumber sandwich with the crust cut off, and drinks a
         cup of tea.
                        DJANGO
         How did you know Broomhilda's first masters
         were German?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Broomhilda is a German name. If they named
         her, it stands to reason they'd be German.
                        DJANGO
         Lotsa gals where you from named Broomhilda?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         No, not so much. Broomhilda is the name of
         a character in one of the most popular of
         all the German legends.
                        DJANGO
         Really? There's a story 'bout Broomhilda?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes there is.
                        DJANGO
         Do you know it?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Every German knows that story. Would you
         like me to tell you?
         Django nods his head, yes.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well Broomhilda was a princess. She was the
         daughter of Wotan, the god of all gods.
         Anyway, her father is really mad at her.
                        DJANGO
         What she do.?





         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I don't exactly remember. I think she disobeys
         him in some way. So at first he's just going to
         obliterate her -
                        DJANGO
         Obliterate... . what does that mean?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Like blow up.
         He pantomimes a explosion.
                        DJANGO
         Phew, that's pretty mad.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes it is, and like most fathers, given a
         little time, he calms down a bit. He's
         still mad at her. He still wants to punish her.
         Just not ... . blow her up. So instead what he
         does, is he puts her high on top of a mountain.
                        DJANGO
         Broomhilda's on a mountain?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         It's a German legend, there's always going
         to be a mountain in there somewhere. So, he
         puts her on top of the mountain and he puts a
         fire breathing dragon there to guard the mountain.
         And. then he surrounds her in circle of hellfire.
         And there Broomhilda shall remain, unless a hero
         arises brave enough to save her.
                        DJANGO
         Does a fella arise?
         From now on as Dr.Schultz talks, he's beginning to realize something he
         wasn't aware of when the conversation started.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes Django, as a matter he does. A fella
         named, Sigfried.
                        DJANGO
         Does Sigfried save her?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes he does, and quite spectacularly, so.
         Now true, he is assisted in his triumph by
         a truly, truly, remarkable sword, still, having
         said that, Sigfried triumphs over all of his
         obstacles not just due to his sword, but due to
         his courage. He scales the mountain, because he's
         not afraid of it. He defeats the dragon, because
         he's not afraid.of him.





         Dr.SCHULTZ (CON'T)
         He walks through hellfire because
         Broomhilda's worth. it.
         After that last line of dialogue... .the two men just let a moment pass
         as they nibble on their sandwiches.
                        DJANGO
         I know how he feels.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I think I'm just starting to realize that.
         He pours Django and himself some more tea out of a fancy tea pot, as he
         thinks about what he's going to say next.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Look Django, I don't doubt one day you will
         save your lady love. But I'm afraid I can't
         let you go to Greenville in a good conscious.
         Let me ask you a question, how do you like
         the bounty hunting business?
                        DJANGO
         Kill white folks, and they pay ya?
         What's not to like?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I hafta admit, we make a good team.
                        DJANGO
         But I'thought you were mad at me for killin'
         Big John and Rodger?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes, on that occasion, you were a tad
         overzealous. But normally, that's a good
         thing. How'd you like to partner up for
         the winter?
                        DJANGO
         What'd ya mean partner up?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You be my deputy, for real this time. A lot
         of the big money is in outlaw gangs. Some
         of these fellas are worth fifteen hundred or
         three thousand a piece. With one man, anything
         over three men is a risk. But with a partner?
         Creating cross fire? It's fish in a. barrel.
         A lot of these gangs hold up in the'hills
         for the winter.
                        DJANGO
         You makin' another agreement?





                        W7
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes. You work with me through the winter,
         till the snow melts. I give you a third
         of my bounties. And while we're together,
         I'll teach you a few things you're going
         to need to know.
                        DJANGO
         Can you teach me how to make Tony do that
         head bow thing that Fritz can do?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         That among other things. We make some
         money this winter, when the snow melts,
         I'll take you to Greenville myself, and
         we'll find where they sent your wife.
         I'm pretty good at finding people. Is it a deal?
         No white man has ever done anything for Django, just to him. So
         understandably, he's a little suspicious.
                        DJANGO
         Why you care what happens to me? Why you
         care if I find my wife?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well frankly, I've never given anybody
         their freedom before. And now that I have,
         I feel vaguely responsible for you. You're
         just not ready to go off on your own, it's
         that simple. You're too green, you'll get hurt.
         Plus when a German meets a real life Sigfried,.
         it's kind of a big deal. As a German, I'm
         obliged to help you on your quest to
         rescue your beloved Broomhilda.
         Django accepts that response.
         What follows is a MONTAGE covering the five months that Django and
         Schultz partner up as bounty hunters. Schultz wears his normal
         ensemble. Django wears his cool looking Green Jacket, unless it's
         really cold, which a lot of this Montage is. Then he still wears Ace
         Specks raw hide winter coat over his cool clothes.
                        WE SEE
         A SCENE to be improvised (more or less), where Dr.Schultz teaches
         Django how to draw and shoot the pistol in the holster at his hip.
         By the end of the scene, after trial and error, we see Django's going
         to be good at this.
         EXT - HILLSIDE - SUNNY DAY
         We see Django and Dr.Schultz walking up a hill. Tony and Fritz have
         been left tied up downhill. Django leads a extra body HORSE (named
         PONCHO) behind him. Dr.Schultz carries his scope sight rifle in 'a long
         case. They get to the top of the hill. It overlooks a small farmhouse.





         Y, 8
         DOWN BELOW WE SEE
         A LITTLE MAN struggling behind a plow, and his FIFTEEN YEAR OLD SON
         helping him by leading the horse forward.
         On top of their perch on the hill top, Dr.Schultz says;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Keep down or he'll see you.
                        DJANGO
         Who that farmer? Who cares?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well since we came here to kill 'em, he
         just might.
                        DJANGO
         What? The little man pushin' that plow?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         That little man pushing that plow, is Smitty Bacall.
                        DJANGO
         Smitty Bacall is a farmer?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         No. Smitty Bacall is a stagecoach robber
         who's hiding out as a farmer, because
         there's a seven thousand dollar bounty on
         his head.
         He hands Django the scope rifle case.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         And he's all yours my boy.
         DJANGO lays on his belly, with the Scope Sight up to his eye.
         SCOPE SIGHT POV:
         on the Farmer struggling behind his plow, working hard with his horse
         and his son.
         Django's finger on the trigger... .but he hesitates.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Oh what happened.to mister I wanna kill white
         folks for money?
                        DJANGO
         His son's with him.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Good. He'll have a loved one with him.
         Maybe even share a last word. That's
         better then most get, and a damn. sight
         better then he deserves.





                        1Ï¿½9
         Django still hesitates.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Put down the rifle. Don't worry, I'm not
         mad at you. Take out Smitty Bacall's handbill.
         Django removes the folded up handbill from the pocket of his tan pants.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Read it aloud. Consider it today's lesson.
                        DJANGO
                        (READING)
         "Wanted, dead or alive. Smitty Bacall and
         The Smitty Bacall Gang. For murder and
         stagecoach robbery. Seven thousand dollars
         for Smitty Bacall. One thousand and five
         hundred dollars for each of his gang members.
         Known members of The Smitty Bacall Gang are as
         follows, DANDY MICHAELS, GERALD NASH, and
         CRAZY CRAIG KOONS."
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well done. Bravo. THAT is who Smitty Bacall
         is. If Smitty Bacall wanted to start a farm at
         twenty-two, they would never of printed that.
                        (REFERRING TO
                        THE HANDBILL)
         But Smitty Bacall wanted to rob stagecoaches,
         and he didn't mind killing people to do it.
         You want to save your wife by doing what
         I do? This is what I do. I kill people,
         and sell their corpses for cash. His corpse
         is worth seven thousand dollars.
         Now quit your pussyfootin and shoot him.
         Django SHOOTS.
         The Little Man down below behind the plow falls down.
         The Young Boy doesn't know what happened at first. Then he figures'out
         his father was just shot. He goes to him in the dirt.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You need to keep that Smitty Bacall handbill.
                        DJANGO
         Why?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         It's good luck. You always keep the
         handbill of your first bounty.
         They begin walking down the hill, to collect Smitty Bacall's body,
         leading the extra body horse behind them.





                        50
         As they walk down hill, they watch the little scene of Smitty Bacall's
         Son cradling his dying father.in his arms, the older man speaking his
         last words to his son before he dies.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         See, they're having a tender little father son
         moment now. No doubt the most heartfelt one
         they've ever had.
         EXT - SNOWY FOREST - NIGHT
         It's now full on snowy winter in the hills.
         Django practices his quick draw against a SNOWMAN he's built. He sticks
         a BOTTLE in it, so the bottom of the bottle is where the snowman's
         heart would be.
         He DRAWS...
         Shoots the bottle heart!
         He DRAWS ...
         Shoots the left coal eye.
         He DRAWS ...
         Shoots the right coal eye.
         He DRAWS...
         Shoots the carrot nose.
         Dr.Schultz comes up behind him.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I think it's safe to say you're faster then
         the snowman.
         EXT - SNOWY FOREST - DIFFERENT NIGHT
         A outlaw gang known as The WILSON - LOWE GANG (five guys) ride through
         a snowy forest at night. When all five men and their Horses, are SHOT
         FROM ABOVE.
         DJANGO AND SCHULTZ
         up in a tree, FIRING DOWN ON them.
         EXT - WINTER MOUNTAIN TOWN MAIN STREET - NIGHT
         The FLAKES continue to FALL HARD as Dr.Schultz and Django ride down
         the main street of town, pulling poor Poncho who's FULLY LOADED DOWN
         with five corpses.





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         The local SHERIFF, DON GUS, watches the two men ride up, he knows them.
                        SHERIFF GUS
         Doctor and Django, how the hell are ya,
         and who the hell ya got there?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         The Wilson - Lowe Gang.
                        SHERIFF GUS
         Who the hell's The Wilson - Lowe Gang?
         Dr.Schultz removes a handbill from his inside jacket pocket, and hands
         it down to the friendly peace officer.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Bad Chuck Wilson, and meaner Bobby Lowe.
         And three of their acolytes.
                        SHERIFF GUS
         Just leave 'em out here, they ain't going
         nowhere. And if'in they do, god must love
         'em, so who are we to say. Come outta the
         snowy snow and git yourself some coffee.
         TNT - SHERIFF GUS'S OFFICE - NIGHT
         The snow encrusted bounty hunters come inside the lawmans office.
         They exchange pleasantries about the weather as the Sheriff pours them
         coffee. After the two frosty gentlemen have drunk some of the hot
         liquid, they get down to business. As Schultz and Gus discuss the
         bounties, Django reads the handbills aloud from off the wall. On the
         third one he reads, WARREN VANDERS, and a two thousand dollar bounty,
         "That one", Schultz says.
         Django RIPS IT off the wall.
         As the winter has progressed, we see they've become a genuine bounty
         hunting team. And Django, a genuine bounty hunter.
         EXT - PRETTY MEADOW - DAY
         The snow has melted, and it's SPRING. And inside of this meadow Django
         practices his fast draw against five men...
         .by Schultz throwing FIVE COINS in the air ...
         DJANGO DRAWS FAST shoots three coins, FIRES again hitting another, then
         falls to the ground to get the fifth.
         He looks up from the ground at Schultz.





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         As Schultz collects the coins off the ground, he says;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You're pretty confident aren't you?
         Django nods his head, yes.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You have reason to be.
         He holds out his fist, opens his hand, the coins lay in his palm.
         All the coins have bullet holes dead in their center. He drops them on
         top of Django.
                        DJANGO
         Still think I'm too green for Greenville?
         Dr.Schultz removes a pipe, sticks it in his mouth and says;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Oh you're ready for Greenville.
         He lights a match, then lights the pipe, puffing as he says;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Greenville ready for you, that I'm not so
         sure.
         He blows out the match...
         WE GO TO BLACK
         What we also saw in the above montage is Django shake off a lifetime of
         slavery. Django, in his green jacket, in his cowboy hat, on top of his
         steed Tony, with his gun hanging from his hip, has become his own man.
         He's not a slave anymore. He's a bounty hunter.
         BLACK TITLE CARD
         ACROSS THE SCREEN ONE LETTER AT A TIME STYLE (ala "Rocky" and
                        "FLASHDANCE")
                        MISSISSIPPI
                        CUT TO
         EXT - THE TOWN OF GREENVILLE MISSISSIPPI - DAY
         The whole Main Street of Greenville is thick with five inches of shit
         brown mud that all the horse hooves, and wagon wheels, and slave feet
         have to wade through to get from one end of the town to the other.





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         We see Django and Dr.Schultz enter the town, and slosh their horses in
         the mud,, down the main street of Greenville Mississippi. The buying and
         selling of slaves is what the whole town is built around.
         BLACK MEN, WOMEN, and CHILDREN in BONDAGE are everywhere you look.
         LINES OF CHAINED SLAVES being marched one way or the other, move
         through the muddy streets of Greenville. WHITE MEN on horses move them
         along.
         BUCKBOARDS filled with DOMESTIC SLAVES (HOUSE NIGGERS), and pretty
         PONYS, driven by WHITE MEN roll through the street.
         A YOUNG WHITE BOY (14 years old), a shepherd, leads a bunch of
         SLAVE CHILDREN through town. A SHEPHERD'S DOG, HELPS HIM OUT BY MOVING
         THE KIDS ALONG.
         Impromptu slave auctions take place on almost every block.
         A SUBTITLE APPEARS on the bottom of the screen:
                        GREENVILLE
         CHICKASAW COUNTY, MISSISSIPPI
         Dr.Schultz takes in this African flesh market, where human beings sell
         other human beings, with disgust and a little bit of shock.
         Django is neither disgusted or. shocked, he knows first hand how
         Greenville operates.
         As he rides Tony through town in his snappy duds, he looks'at the BLACK
         MEN half dressed: in chains. He REMEMBERS HIMSELF with his six Other
         Companions from earlier, being walked through the mud of Main Street by
         The Speck Brothers. On that day he might as well of been a steer.
         Today, with a gun on his hip, money in his pocket, in his snappy
         outfit, astride his steed Tony, he feels so different from these
         wretched half naked bastards it gives him a bit of a chill.
         Django sees the towns railroad depot, and across from it a huge SLAVE
         PEN, like a STEER CORRAL. At the moment there's no train in the depot.
         WE FLASH ON
         The TRAIN, at a earlier time, pulling into the depot.
         INSIDE ONE OF THE BOXCARS
         amidst a boxcar full of shirtless BLACK MALES, Django watches the train
         pull into the station, from inside the wooden slates of the boxcar.:
         A hatch in the roof of the boxcar is NOISILY YANKED OPEN, and TWO WHITE
         SLAVE TRADERS (RUSS AND JUDD), peer down at their human cargo.
                        JUDD
         Good god almighty these niggers stink!





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                        RUSS
         Niggers stink, where's the shock?
         (to the Slaves
                        BELOW)
         Okay you bucks, listen up, and listen
         well, I'm only gonna say this once.
         There's a slave corral right across from
         this boxcar. We gittin ready to open these
         doors. When we do, y'all run as fast as you
         can, right into that pen. 'Anyone gittin off
         trail, gonna get hurt and hurt bad. Now you
         niggers better comprehend. And that goes for
         any African garboons amongst y'all can't
         understand english ... . your American buddies
         better shove your ass in the right direction,
         or your trip to this country is going to be
         short, and pointless. Train to pen as fast as
         you can!
         The boxcar door is slid open, and a HUNDRED AND FIFTY BLACK MALES
         run full out from the train to the steer corral.
         We spot Django during the running.
         Once inside the corral, the gate is closed.
         COWBOYS with rifles act as prison guards.
         INSIDE THE CORRAL
         through the wooden posts, in the distance, Django watches them open up
         the boxcar holding the females. They do their run to their pen out of
         view.
         Django catches a quick glimpse of Broomhild.a running with the other
         LADIES, then she's gone from view.
         BACK TO DJANGO (PRESENT)
         Django and Dr.Schultz on top of their horses, taking in the sight of
         Greenville.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         It's a spectacle out of Dante.
                        DJANGO
         You should see it from the other side.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Frankly, I don't know if I could endure this.
                        DJANGO
         You'd be surprised what you can endure.
                        (BEAT)
         Where to?





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         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Records office.
                        CUT TO
         INT - RECORDS OFFICE - DAY
         Dr.Schultz and Django walk into a records office, lined with books.
         We watch through the store front window, the black man and white man
         enter, and Dr.Schultz present his business card to a Dickensian looking
         RECORDS OFFICE WORKER. As Schultz starts his spellbinding with words
         routine... . The CAMERA FADES TO BLACK.
         BLACK TITLE CARD:
                        BROOMHILDA
         INT - SLAVE PEN - DAY
         The same shot we saw before of Django fighting his way to the bars of
         the slave pen, to get a better last look of Broomhilda.
         Broomhilda, as before is walked by in the distance.
         Then, as before Django loses sight of her.
         EXT - MAIN STREET - GREENVILLE - DAY
         We follow in front of Broomhilda being lead out of the slave pen by TWO
         WHITE MALE SLAVERS. Her bare feet slosh in the Main Street mud, and
         the leg irons scrap her ankles.
         Up until now everything you've ever seen of Broomhilda, has only been
         in Django's Spaghetti Western Flashbacks. In other words, from his
         perspective, and memory. This is the,only time the story will shift to
         Broomhilda's perspective. The strong but frightened girl is led out on
         to the hustle and bustle, and wagon wheels and horse hoofs of Main
         Street.
         Broomhilda is not taken into that three story auction arena that Django
         was sold in at the beginning. Instead She's just lifted up on a parked
         buckboard wagon. Her SELLER (CLYDE) starts his pitch on the TWELVE or
         so BUYERS that watch this puny make shift auction.
                        BROOMHILDA
         looks down into the crowd of twelve ugly white men, and holds her
         breath which one will buy her.
         Among the ugly white men we see Mr.HARMONY (MIKE), not quite as ugly as
         the rest. An older well dressed, classy gentleman. Next to him is his
         twenty four year old overweight awkward son SCOTTY HARMONY.





         Scotty in the audience, and Broomhilda on the wagon, THEIR EYES MEET,
         he nudges his dad.
         The Seller makes her expose her breasts to the small crowd. Then her
         back, revealing her whip marks. Then pointing out the runaway "r"
         branded in her cheek.
         Some of the crowd, including Scotty, react with repulsion at the sight
         of the whip marks. The Seller assures the crowd, that niggers don't
         feel pain like white folks, and it only makes the women more gentle.
         SELLER - CLYDE
         Fellahs, you ain't felt gentle, till you felt
         nigger gal gentle.
                        UGLY MAN
         makes a bid.
                        BROOMHILDA
         yikes.
                        UGLIER MAN
         higher bid.
                        BROOMHILDA
         reacts.
         UGLIER BY FAR GUY
         makes leap frog big bid.
                        BROOMHILDA
         reacts.
         BIG GREASY FAT GUY
         makes a bid.
         BIG FAT GREASY BEAVER PELT COVERED TRAPPER
         makes a bid.
         A GIGGLING LEERING GROUP OF BROTHERS
         make a bid.
         A SEVENTY FIVE YEAR OLD INDIAN ON A MULE
         makes a bid.
         Mr.Harmony makes a bid for his son Scotty.
         Broomhilda notices that. And makes more eye contact with Scotty.
         They look at each other as Mr.Harmony continues to bid.
         A LITERARY NARRATOR comes on the soundtrack.





                        NARRATOR (VO)
         On that day, eight months ago, the auction
         was won by Mike Harmony, as a birthday present
         for his fat boy son Scotty.
         Mr.Harmony congratulates his son.
         From on top of the buckboard Broomhilda looks down at her new owners.
         Later they leave for the Harmony house. Scotty lifts Broomhilda up into
         the back of the buckboard. He hands her a little white bag.
                        SCOTTY
         This is for you.
         She opens the bag,candies of many colors sit in it.
                        SCOTTY
         They're jelly beans. Try one.
         She selects a yellow one and puts it in her mouth.
                        SCOTTY
         Good huh?
         She nods her head, yes.
         We see him drive the buckboard out of Greenville with Broomhilda in the
         back eating her bag of jelly beans.
         $XT - COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
         The buckboard makes its way down a country road. Broomhilda in the
         back, and Scotty driving the wagon.
         Scotty bought her, but he's too scared to talk to her.
         Broomhilda's muddy bare feet dangle off the wagon. She's beginning to
         realize the young master is the shy type.
                        BROOMHILDA
         Master Scotty... ?
                        SCOTTY
         Yes Broomhilda?
                        BROOMHILDA
         I'm lonely back here. Can I come on up with
         you on that seat so we can talk?
                        SCOTTY
         Please, I'd love that.
         She climbs into the driver's seat. In more ways then one.





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         EXT - THE HARMONY HOUSE - DAY
         A nice two story southern house. Very nice, but hardly a plantation.
         The household's FOUR DOMESTIC SLAVES. Broomhilda will be the fifth. The
         buckboard pulls up to the front of the house.
         Scotty's mother, Mrs.HARMONY (MARY LOUISE), waits to meet her son, and
         his new bought nigger gal.
         The older lady looks the black girl up and down and says to her;
         Mrs.HARMONY
         What's your name, gal?
                        BROOMHILDA
         Broomhilda.
         Mrs.HARMONY
         Follow me. into the kitchen,
         ('to her son)
         You stay out here.
         INT - KITCHEN - DAY
         Mrs.Harmony brings Broomhilda in her kitchen. The TWO DOMESTIC SLAVES
         that were in, there are chased out by the boss lady. Mrs.Harmony grabs
         Broomhilda by the wrist, and tells her;
         Mrs.HARMONY
         I want to have a word with you, wench. You met
         my boy Scotty. You can tell ain't no white
         girl gonna fool with him. And if they do fool
         with him, they fool with him for the wrong
         reason. Boy's twenty four, he still ain't a
         man yet. That's why you're here. Be nice to him.
         He's a very sweet boy. Play him right, he'll
         eat bird seed out of your palm. Play 'em
         wrong, you'll deal with me.
                        BROOMHILDA
         I like Scotty. He's just shy is all. All he
         needs is a little confidence.
         Mrs.HARMONY
         And you'll give that to him?
                        BROOMHILDA
         I'll do my best, mam. Scotty's a real sweet boy.
         Mrs.HARMONY
         He is, isn't he?
                        BROOMHILDA
         Ah-huh.
         The mother lets go of the young lady's wrist.





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                        NARRATOR (VO)
         Basically The Harmony's bought a slave
         bride for young master Scotty that day.
         And the two kids had a nice time playing
         house for awhile.
         We see Scotty and Broomhilda catching butterflies in butterfly nets in
         the daytime..
         At night they catch LIGHTNING BUGS together.
         At night in Scotty's bed, while the young man lay fast asleep,
         Broomhilda looks at her jelly jar of GLOWING LIGHTNING BUGS.
                        NARRATOR (VO)
         As Scotty's sort of defacto sweetheart, if
         no visitors were about, Broomhilda would
         even join the family at their dinner table.
         We see them at dinner eating fried chicken and mashed potatoes and
         gravy.
         NARRATOR.(VO)
         And pretty soon she was adopted into a
         member of the family.
         Mrs.Harmony and Broomhilda sewing together.
         The Harmony family and Broomhilda playing croquet in the front yard.
         After dinner, Mrs.Harmony entertaining the family by playing the piano.
         Mr.Harmony reading the women and his son a story from a storybook.
                        NARRATOR (VO)
         Scotty was never happier.
         Scotty and Broomhilda walking holding hands at Southern magic hour.
         Broomhilda having sex with Scotty, baby talking with him, talking him
         through it, making him feel loved and secure.
                        NARRATOR (VO)
         After three months of this bliss,
         Scotty decided to take Broomhilda for
         a romantic weekend in Greenville.
         SCOTTY AND BROOMHILDA
         drive through the Main Street of Greenville, dressed to the nines, in a
         fancy carriage. Broomhilda dressed in a beautiful white lace dress,
         complete with white lace gloves, fancy ladies hat, and white parasol.
         Scotty, very proud of his pretty Pony, is dressed in a fashion best
         described as plantation pimp daddy.





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                        NARRATOR (VO)
         White masters would take their pretty
         Ponys to Greenville for a treat or romantic
         excursion, for two reasons-One, seeing
         how bad the other slaves had it, always made
         the papered Ponys appreciate their privilege
         position, (just in case they'd forgot).
                        BROOMHILDA
         holding her parasol, looking like a black Daisy Miller, watches the
         OTHER SLAVES march by in the mud. They watch her too.
         INT - HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT
         Broomhilda and Scotty, and their luggage, move into the fancy hotel
         lobby, and rent a room at the front desk.
         INSERT: HOTEL REGISTRY
         Scotty signs his name. The DESK CLERKS HAND checks the box on the
         registry book that indicates darkee female companion.
         INT -. GREENVILLE - NIGHT
          Greenville at night is a little different. At night, RICH WHITE MASTERS
         showing off their Ponys (like Scotty), rule the streets.
                         NARRATOR (VO)
         And two, there was a sliver of society that
         ran through Greenville at night that catered
         to white masters who were infected with a
         condition that was normally referred to as,
         "Nigger love." At night the streets, the bars,
         bistros, and buggy rides were ruled by rich
         white masters showing off their pretty Pony's.
         EXT - CLEOPATRA CLUB - NIGHT
         An establishing shot.of the three story house that has been converted into
         private club called, The Cleopatra Club.
                        NARRATOR (VO)
         But the crown jewel of all this interracial
         frivolity, was the members only, Cleopatra
         Club.
         INSERT: GOLD PLAQUE
         with the name, THE CLEOPATRA CLUB on it, next to it is a profile of
         Nefertiti.





          6!
         INT - THE CLEOPATRA CLUB - RESTAURANT - NIGHT
         The interracial joint is jumping (as long as by interracial you mean
         white men and black women).
         Scotty and Broomhilda are enjoying a fancy dinner in the clubs dining
         room.
         We see across the dining room, the powerful white man, CALVIN CANDIE,
         sitting with some White Men and some Black Ponys, eyeing Broomhilda.
                        SCOTTY
         I gotta tell you Broomhilda -
         I don't care if I go to. hell for this -
         I love you. And if loving you means I go to
         hell ... . Well then hello Mr.Devil.
         That was actually kind of funny. Broomhilda was right, all he needed
         was a little confidence. She puts her hand on his.
                        NARRATOR (VO)
         Then... speak of the devil and the devil
         appears.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         appears at their table.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Hello, my name is Calvin Candie, I own
         The Cleopatra Club. And I would just like
         to welcome an attractive couple'like
         yourselves to my favorite place on earth.
         Scotty stands up and shakes hands with Calvin.
                        SCOTTY
         Thank you so much, it's a great honor.
         We love it here.
         Pointing at a empty chair.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         May I join you?-
                        SCOTTY
         Please, by all means.
         Calvin sits down.
         Broomhilda gets a sinister chill from this smiling jack.
         Scotty, as per usual, is clueless.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         How long have you been a member?





                        SCOTTY
         We just joined this weekend.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well our little private oasis appreciates
         your patronage. Some may consider the dues
         excessive, but they're necessary for us to
         create this haven for the alternative
         lifestyle we've all become accustomed to.
                        SCOTTY
         Well said, and money well spent.
         He squeezes Broomhilda's hand.
         Candie sees this.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         It would be.my pleasure, your first
         weekend at the club, to join me and my
         friends at my table.
         Broomhilda knows this is a man to be avoided.
         But Scotty is swept away being courted by somebody like Calvin Candie.
         She tries to imply they should stay where they are. He brushes her off
         with a, "Don't be silly."
         We see Calvin introduce his table of friends to the couple, and they
         join the party.
         Calvin Candie has his arm around a foxy Pony named SHEBA, whose dress
         is a little more revealing then the others.
         They drink and talk, and the White Men have a forced good time. But
         Calvin Candie can't hide his sinister side from Broomhilda, and it
         keeps her uncomfortable, until she excuses herself from the table to go
         to bed. Scotty's having such a good time with his fancy friends he opts
         to stay behind.'Broomhilda leaves in a bit of a huff, due to Scotty's
         disobedience. If these fancy.fucking white men weren't around making
         Scotty feel so puffy chested, he'd never dismiss her that way.
         We FOLLOW Broomhilda out of the club, across the street, to the hotel.
                        NARRATOR (VO)
         After excusing herself, she walked across
         the street to her hotel room. She got
         her white dress dirty in the mud, but she
         didn't care, the night was ruined anyway.
         Some romantic weekend. Wait till she gets
         home and tells his mother how he ignored her.
         She'll fix his fat ass. Wait till he asks her
         to scratch his back next time. She's gonna
         scrape every pimple.





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         �-. BACK AT THE CLEO CLUB
         The now drunk Scotty is playing poker with Calvin and his friends.
                        NARRATOR (VO)
         Back at The Cleopatra Club, as the night
         wore on, Calvin Candie suggested'a friendly
         card game. As the game wore on, it came down
         to a two thousand dollar pot between
         Calvin Candie and Scotty Harmony. Luckily
         for him, Scotty was holding.a inside straight.
         Calvin holds his cards with Sheba draped around him. She whispers
         something in his ear.
                        CANDIE
                         (TO SHEBA)
         Really?
                        (TO SCOTTY)
         You know what Sheba just tole me?
         Scotty, thinking about his great hand, says;
                        SCOTTY
         What?
                        CANDIE
         She says she thinks you're cute.
                        SCOTTY
         Really? Thank you Sheba, I think you're
         beautiful.
         Sheba whispers something else in Candie's ear.
                        CANDIE
         Sheba says she'd like to give you a little
         lip. Want some lip?
         Scotty, is a little surprised.
                        SCOTTY
         Well, she's your Pony...I mean...
                        CANDIE
         Oh hush, what's a little nigger lip 'tween
         friends. Go on honey, give 'em some sugar.
         Sheba walks over to Scotty's side of the table, and gives him a very lip
         intensive'soul kiss. The table enjoys the show. Then Sheba goes back to
         Calvin's side of the table.
         The game continues.





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                        CANDIE
         Okay loverboy, I think you're trying to out
         brazen me in my own club, and I won't have
         it. If you're really holding cards, time to
         pony up. I raise you five hundred.
         Candie throws in his chips.
         SCOTTY.
         I see your five hundred...
         (throws in chips)
         .and raise you four hundred more.
         (tosses his last chips)
         Call.
         This is where Calvin Candie has waited to be all night.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Not so fast, boy.
                        (BEAT)
         Pot ain't fat enough yet.
                        SCOTTY
         I'm all in.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Ain't that too bad.
         Scotty doesn't intend to let this smiling Jack cheat him out of his
         pot, especially with him holding an inside straight.
                        SCOTTY
         I would think a southern gentleman of
         such renown as yourself, wouldn't have
         to resort to buying a pot in his own club.
         Calvin writes on a piece of paper, then throwsit'in the pot.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         One final raise.
         Scotty takes the piece of paper, "What's this?"
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         It's Sheba's bill of sale.
                        SCOTTY
         What? I don't want her.
         Calvin.and the whole table laugh at that.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You sure didn't look like you didn't want her.
         More laughter.





                        CALVIN CANDIE
         In Greenville slaves are currency. And
         Sheba's worth about eight hundred dollars.
         I'm throwing Sheba in the pot. Match or
         fold?
                        SCOTTY
         I'm all out of money.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         But we ain't playin' for money no more..
         We matchin' nigger gals. And a nigger gal
         you got.
                        SCOTTY
         I can't bet Broomhilda.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         In Chickasaw County, she's money. Pony her up
         or fold. Somebody get him a piece of paper
         and a pencil.
         Somebody does.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Write out a bill of sale, or fold them cards.
         Scotty makes a pressured decision.
         He hurriedly takes the pencil and writes out a Bill of Sale for
         Broomhilda.
                        SCOTTY
         Let me see your cards!
         Candie lays down his cards, he has a FLUSH.
         What Scotty's just done hits him like a ton of bricks.
                        SCOTTY
         You cheated me.
         After Scotty uses the "C" word, everybody quiets down.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What did you just call me?
                        SCOTTY
         I called you a card cheatin' son of a bitch,
         cause that's what you are!
         Calvin calmly stands up from the table. He removes a small Derringer
         Gun.from his pocket, and tosses it on the table in front of Scotty.
         Then takes out another one, and tosses it on the table in front
         himself .





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         Everybody in The Cleo Club quiets down.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Scott Harmony. For calling me a card cheat
         in my own club, as a southern gentleman,
         I challenge you to a duel.
         (to the Piano
                        PLAYER)
         Piano player, will you hit three separate
         notes?
                        (TO SCOTTY)
         On the third note, pick up the gun and
         try to kill me.
         (to Piano player)
         Piano player please ...
         This is all going too fast for slow Scotty.
                        SCOTTY
         Wait a minute ...no!
         FIRST NOTE ...
                        SCOTTY
         I ain't dueling with you! I don't want
         to duel!
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Then get out of here, get in your buggy
         and get out of town.
                        SCOTTY
         Sure. Let me just get my girl.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You lost that girl, fat boy.
         SECOND NOTE...
                        SCOTTY
         Wait!... . Look ... . Mr.Candie, I'm sorry I
         called you a cheat. But... please...I can't
         give you Broomhilda.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Last chance fat boy, go home and get'useta
         to fuckin' another one.
                        (BEAT)
         Or pick up that gun.
         Scotty can't leave. He can't go home without her. He can't face his
         parents. He can't walk out on her. No matters what happens he can't
         leave.





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         THIRD NOTE...
         Calvin Candie SHOOTS Scotty Harmony dead.
         INT - HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT
         Calvin Candie and his entourage enter the hotel lobby and go up to the
         FRONT DESK CLERK..
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         Hello Oliver.
         FRONT DESK CLERK (OLIVER)
         Hello Mr.Candie, good evening.
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         Good evening to you as well,. young Oliver.
         Could you please inform me which room
         your guest Scott Harmony is staying in?
         INT - HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
         Broomhilda is asleep in bed...
         WHEN ...
         .Calvin comes'BURSTING in the room holding his belt in his hand. He
         YANKS OFF the sheets that Broomhilda sleeps under. Broomhilda lies
         naked under the covers. Candie brings the belt down around her legs and
         backside.
         She hops out of bed.
         INT - HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT
         Candie CHASES her naked body with his belt, from the top of the stairs,
         down the stairs, and through the lobby, and out the front door.
         All to the amusement of the WHITE HOTEL GUESTS.
         EXT - GREENVILLE HOTEL - NIGHT
         She RUNS out of the hotel naked, and then TRIPS FALLING INTO THE
         GREENVILLE MUD. She looks up from the mud, at Calvin Candie looking
         down at her.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Welcome to Candyland.
         We do a SLOW ZOOM into Broomhilda's face.





                        NARRATOR (VO)
         That was four months ago.
                        CUT TO
         INT - GREENVILLE SLAVE AUCTION - DAY
         Back inside the three story Auction Block domed room.
         The same room Django was sold in at the beginning.
         Tons of WHITE BUYERS and SELLERS and BLACK SLAVES to be bought or sold
         fill the big hall.
         ONE MANDINGO SLAVE (BANJO)
         stands half naked on the auction block.
         The SELLER' (SHELBY)
         gives the crowd,a sales pitch about Banjo, and starts the bidding.
         Many different UGLY WHITE MEN make bids on the big mandingo, including
         Calvin Candie.
         Dr.SCHULTZ and DJANGO from a pair of OPERA GLASSES
         /-. watch Calvin Candie from up above on the 2nd floor landing.
         FROM Dr.SCHULTZ'S PERSPECTIVE
         We see Calvin Candie, and his black slave.bodyguard, BARTHOLOMEW,
         always dressed in a slightly ill fitting three piece suit and bowler
         hat, among the crowd of buyers at the auction block below.
         Candie's lawyer LEONIDE MOGUY joins him.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         His name is Calvin Candle, and he is the
         owner of Candyland.
                        DJANGO
         Candyland? The mandingo fightin' place?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Oh, so you heard of it?
                        DJANGO
         Ain't no slave ain't heard of Candyland.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well apparently, that's where your wife is,
         and apparently the repellent gentleman down
         there is the one who owns her.
         ��` TIME CUT





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         The White Man and Black Man find a cubby hole to talk in the auction
         hall.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         How much do you know about mandingo fighting?
                        DJANGO
         Not so much... A little... Master Carrucan had
         a couple niggers he'd fight.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Can you play a mandingo expert?
                        DJANGO
         What?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Can you convincingly masquerade as someone
         who is an expert on mandingo fighters?
                        DJANGO€¢
         Why?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Because when a man has one of the four
         biggest cotton plantations in Dixie, but
         the only thing that seems to ring his chimes
         is big sweaty black males, if WE want to get
         his attention, we better be talking about
         big sweaty black males. So my character is
         that of a big money buyer from Dusseldorf, here
         in Greenville to buy my way into the mandingo
         fight game. And your character is the mandingo
         expert I hired to help me do it.
                        DJANGO
         They call that "One-Eyed Charly."
         Dr.SCHULTZ.
         One-Eyed Charly?
                        DJANGO
         That's what you call it when you buy a slave
         expert. If you wanna raise horses, but don't
         know nothin' 'about horses, you buy yourself
         a One-Eyed Charly who knows about horses.
         He teaches ya. You wanna plant tobacco but
         don't know nothin' about it, you buy yourself
         a One-Eyed Charly knows about tobacco.
         Dr'. SCHULTZ
         Why do they call it One-Eyed Charly?





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                        DJANGO
         You know, back on the plantation, my. job
         wasn't historian.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Testy. It's an unusual name. That's a perfectly
         legitimate question. So, can you convincingly
         play my mandingo One-Eyed Charly? Don't say,
         yes, if you can't.
                        DJANGO
         You want me to play a black slaver? There
         ain't nothin lower then a black slaver. Black
         slavers are lower then head house niggers, and
         buddy, that's pretty fuckin low.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Then play him that way! Give me your black slaver.
         Django gets that.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Can you do that?
                        DJANGO
         That, I can do. What's next?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         To get ourselves personally invited to
         Candyland by Calvin Candie himself.
                        CUT TO
         EXT - THE CLEOPATRA CLUB - NIGHT
         Dr.SCHULTZ and DJANGO stand across the street from The Cleopatra Club.
         Which looks like aregular nice three story house, among other.nice
         houses on an affluent residential block in Greenville Mississippi.
         They open the tiny garden gate in front of the house, walk up the stoop
         steps to the front door. They ring the doorbell.
         A pretty young black girl, dressed in a FRENCH MAID outfit opens the
         door.
                        FRENCH MAID
                        (SOUTHERN ACCENT)
         Bonjour.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (AMUSED)
         Bonjour, mon petite femme noire.
         We are here to see Calvin Candie.





                        7)
         She's been taught to smile and say:
                        FRENCH MAID
         Enter.
         The two men walk into the entrance way of the house.
         A beautiful mulatto HOSTESS greets the two men.
                        HOSTESS
                        (SPEAKING QUITE
                        REFINED)
         Hello gentlemen, I'm Cleo, can I help you?
         Dr.Schultz hands Cleo the guest card.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes I am Dr.King Schultz, and this is my
         associate, Django Freeman.
         Upon hearing Django is a free man her eyes go to, him.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         We're here for a appointment with
         Calvin Candie and Leo Moguy.
                        CLEO
         Yes you gentlemen are expected. Please
         make yourself comfortable. I'll inform
         Monsieur Candie you've arrived.
         (referring to the
                        FRENCH MAID)
         Can Coco get either of you two gentlemen
         a tasty refreshment?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Not at the moment.
                        CLEO
         Then Coco will entertain you while I
         inform Monsieur Candie.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         How charming.
         Cleo leaves.
         Django wanders over the dining room, and peers inside.
         INT - DINING ROOM (CLEOPATRA CLUB) - NIGHT
          A lush fancy restaurant dining area inside of this house. The DINERS
          are made up exclusively of well dressed WHITE MEN, and pretty BLACK
         GIRLS (PONYS) dressed in the most elaborate ladies fashions of the day.





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         Some appear to be on dates.
         Some appear to be enjoying a special evening (birthday, anniversary,
         special treat).
         - Some are.two men with two women.
         Some are one man with two or three or more women.
         The white men's ages range from early twenties to old men.
         The girls ages ranges from their twenties, to thirteen.
         The bill of fare is a combination of French cuisine, and hearty beef
         driven American dining.
         The dolled up, decked out'Ponys eat rich French cuisine complete with
         elaborate sauces, and take their knives to thick cuts of steak.
         The younger little girls, usually eat ice cream with hot fudge, banana
         splits, and cookies.
         While-all the men drink whiskey or wine, the girls all drink
         sarsaparilla.
         Dr.Schultz quietly moves next to Django and asks;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Have you ever seen anything like this
         before?
         Django shakes his head, no.
                        COCO CHIRPS;
         COLO. -
                        (VERY COUNTRY)
         Y'all gonna dine, it's real good. You
         like catfish, we got good catfish. They use
         alotta butta. You like sand dabs, we
         got sand dabs.
         LEO MOGUY descends from the clubs prominent staircase.
                        MOGUY
         Dr.Schultz, good to see you again.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Mr.Moguy, thank you for your assistance
         in creating the opportunity for this
         appointment.
         Mr.MOGUY
         Nonsense, it's my job.
                        (CON'T)





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         Mr.MOGUY
                        (CON'T)
                        (LOOKING AT
                        DJANGO)
         .So this'is the One-Eyed Charly I've heard
         so much about.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes, this is Django.. Django, this is Mr.Candie's
         lawyer, Leonide'Moguy.
                        MOGUY
         Just call me Leo. Calvin's in the billiard
         room, follow me. Y'all want Coco should come
         along too?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         We would be quite lucky indeed if the
         charming Coco cared.to follow.
         Coco blushes.
                        MOGUY
         You better watch out doctor, you gonna
         steal this little pony's heart.
         They walk through the club to get to the billiard room, as they do they
                        SAY;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         How long have you been associated with
         Mr.Candie?
                        MOGUY
         Calvin and I were about eleven when we
         went to boarding school together. One
         could almost say, I was raised to be
         Calvin's lawyer.
                        DJANGO
         One could almost say, you a nigger.
         Coco can't believe what this snappy looking cowboy nigger just said to
         Mr.Moguy.
                        MOGUY
         What did you say?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Oh nothing, he's just being cheeky.
         Anything else about Mr.Candie I should
         know before I meet him?
                        MOGUY
         Yes, he's a bit of a Francophile.





                        7EF
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         What civilized people aren't?
                        MOGUY
         That's why all the French ambiance. And
         he prefers Monsieur Candie to Mister Candie.
         Dr.Schultz says in FRENCH SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (FRENCH)
         What ever he prefers.
         This stops Moguy, and he turns to warn Schultz.
                        MOGUY
         Oh he doesn't speak French. Don't speak
         French to him, it'll embarrass him.
         They get to the two sliding doors that lead to the billiard room.
         Moguy slides the doors open...
         The party enters the billiard room.
         INT - BILLIARD ROOM (CLEOPATRA CLUB) - NIGHT
          Inside is Calvin Candie, his bodyguard Bartholomew (still dressed in
         the ill fitting suit), and the lanky sexy Sheba.
         Also, at this moment, TWO MANDINGOS are having a bloody and savage
         fight to death in this closed room.
         An older European looking man, who's rooting for the mandingo that
         Calvin's not rooting for, is also in the room. His name is.AMERIGO
         VASSEPI.
         Before any introductions can be made, with his back to the new arrivals
         and his eyes on the black men fighting for their life, Calvin says;
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Why do you want to get in the mandingo
         business?
         That's quite abrupt and aggressive.
         Dr.Schultz says, as if he's just been massively insulted;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You don't intend to allow your 2nd...
         (referring to Moguy)
         .to make the proper introductions?
         Without turning towards them, Candie tells Schultz;





                        7S
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Quit stalling and answer the question.
         The room is quiet.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         The awful truth?
                        (PAUSE)
         I'm bored, and it seems like a good
         bit of fun.
         Candie takes that to heart. He'll accept it for now.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well come on over, cause we gotta us a fight
         goin on that's a good bit of fun_
         Dr.Schultz steps up to get a better look at the savage fight.
         The bigger mandingo is really hurting the smaller one.
         Schultz has schooled Django on the importance of never BREAKING
         CHARACTER.' Well now the good doctor must practice what he preaches.
         Which means not only must he watch. the two men beat each other to
         death, he must appear to convincingly enjoy it.
         CALVIN CANDIE.
         The bigger nigger is mine. I just bought
         him today. What's his name, Moguy?
                        MOGUY
         Big Fred.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         The other nigger belongs to this disreputable
         Italian gentlemen to my right. Amerigo Vassepi.
                        (TO AMERIGO)
         What's your nigger's name?
                        AMERIGO
         Luigi... .?
         Candie looks over at Django; who doesn't walk over to watch the fight.
         Instead he walks over to a bar set up in the room. A slave bartender
         named, ROSCOE tends it.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         How 'bout you, boy? You find nigger fightin'
         a good bit of fun?
                        DJANGO
         You seen one nigger fight, ya seen 'em all.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         How'd you two like to try the signature drink
         of the club?





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         Dr.SCHULTZ
         We'd love to.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         (yelling to the
                        BARTENDER)
         Roscoe, two Polynesian Pearl Divers, and
         don't spare the rum.
         Roscoe makes the drinks in coconut shell glasses.
         Big Fred kills Luigi.
         Candie and his friends cheer.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Arrivederci Luigi! Well, Mr.Vassepi, looks
         like you owe me ten dollars.
         Amerigo pays up the puny bet.
          Django and Schultz get the fancy coconut shell drinks. They both take a
         sip. Schultz hates it, Django loves it.
         Candle turns his attention to Django.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What's your name, boy?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         His name is Django.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (TO SCHULTZ)
         Where'd ya dig him up?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         A fortuitous turn of events brought
         Django and myself together.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (TO DJANGO)
         I've heard tell about you. I heard you're a
         real bright boy.
                        (BEAT)
         I'm curious, what makes you such a
         mandingo expert?
                        DJANGO
         I'm curious, what makes you so curious?
         Bartholomew puts down his pool cue, and turns toward Django;
                        BARTHOLOMEW
         What you say, boy?





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         /�. Candie puts a calming hand on Bartholomew's shoulder.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Calm down Bartholomew, gentle... gentle.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Monsieur Candie, I would appreciate it if
         you directed your line of inquiry to me.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Doc, I'm a seasoned slaver, you are a
         neophyte. I'm simply trying to ascertain
         if this cowboy is taking advantage of you.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         With all due respect, Monsieur Candie, I
         didn't seek you out for your advice. I
         sought you out to purchase a fighting
         nigger at above top dollar market price.
         I was'under the impression when you
         granted me an audience, it would be to
         discuss business.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         No we weren't talking business yet. We
         were discussing my curiosity.
         Now according to Moguy here, if I do
         business with you...
                        (POINTING TO
                        SCHULTZ)
         , .I'm doin' business with both of y'all.
                         (POINTING TO
                        DJANGO)
         He does the eyeballin', you the billfold?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well you don't make it sound too flattering,
         but more or less, yes.
         None of the white men in the room have any respect for a white man who
         needs a nigger to tell him what time of day it is.
         Candie turns his attention back to Django.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (TO DJANGO)
         So Bright Boy,.Moguy here tells me you
         looked over my African flesh, and were
         none too impressed.
                        FLASH ON
         we see. Django looking over THREE MANDINGOS..





         BACK TO CLEO CLUB
                        DJANGO
         Not for top dollar.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well then we got nothing more to talk
         about. You wanna buy a beat ass nigger
         from me, those are the beat ass niggers
         I wanna sell.
                        DJANGO
         He don't wanna buy the niggers you wanna
         sell. He wants the nigger you don't
         wanna sell.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         I don't sell the niggers I don't wanna
         sell.
         Dr.Schultz chimes in thoughtfully;-
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You won't sell your best. You won't even
         sell your second best. But your third
         best... .you don't want to.sell him... .But if
         I made you an offer so ridiculous you'd be
         forced to consider it... . who knows what
         could happen?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What do you consider ridiculous?
         Dr.SCHULTZ.
         For a truly talented specimen,
         ."The Right Nigger"..:?
         How much would you say, Django?
                        DJANGO
         Twelve thousand dollars.
         Calvin Candle takes in the figure.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Gentlemen, you had my curiosity. Now
         you got my attention.
                        TIME CUT
         TNT -- CLEOPATRA CLUB -- RESTAURANT - NIGHT
         Candle, Moguy, Django, Schultz, Bartholomew, Sheba, and Coco eat dinner
         in the restaurant. All the men eat thick T-Bones. Coco eats Catfish.
         And Sheba uses her fingers to rip apart Crawdads.





                        77
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         How ya like that meat, Bright Boy?
         Django's eyes go to Calvin, he nods his approval.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (TO COCO)
         How's your Catfish, dew drop?
                        COCO
         Real good Monsieur Candie.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (TO SCHULTZ)
         You spend a lot of time around niggers
         aside from Freeman here?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Not so much.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well if'in you did,.you'd know what a
         treat this was for 'em. You feel special
         Coco?
                        COCO
         Yes. sir, Monsieur Candie.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You feel special Bartholomew?
                        BARTHOLOMEW
         Yes sir, Monsieur Candie.
         He looks to Sheba, who's licking her fingers from the Crawdads.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Now Sheba always feels special. Dont'cha?
                        SHEBA
         Yep.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         How 'bout you Bright Boy, you feel
         special?
                        DJANGO
                        (MEANING SHEBA)
         Not as special as her.
         The table breaks out in laughter.





                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well we're leaving bright and early
         tomorrow morning, and moving the. whole
         kit and caboodle to "Candyland."
         You oughta come with us.
         Dr.Schultz and Django's eyes meet for a moment.. .so far...so good.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well, that wasn't on the agenda. But I
         suppose I could be amenable to that.
         How far must we trek?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Oh hardly a ride at all, We'll still be
         in Chickasaw County. Five hours.. .tops.
         There you can get a look at my best
         specimens. Have dinner with my sister
         and I. Spend the night at Candyland as
         my guest.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Splendid.
         Django and Schultz trade looks and small smiles.
                        WE CUT
         EXT - COUNTRY SIDE MISSISSIPPI - DAY
         It's the next day and a whole procession is making their way to
         "Candyland."
         Calvin Candie, Leonide Moguy, Dr.Schultz, Django, and THREE OVERSEERS
         (BILLY CRASH, TOMMY GILES, and HOOT PETERS) ride horses.
         Bartholomew (now dressed in work clothes) drives a buckboard filled
         with'supplies.
         FIVE MANDINGOS (Big Fred and Banjo who we already met, plus JOSHUA,
         SIDNEY JAMES, and TATUM) recently purchased at the Greenville Auction
         walk to their new home, with small bundles of their personal
         possessions under their arm. They look like powerful warriors.
         THREE OTHER SHIRTLESS MANDINGOS (RODNEY, CHICKEN CHARLY, CHESTER) WHO
         WERE THE MANDINGOS FROM Candyland that didn't sell at Greenville are
         walking back to Candyland, with their small bundle of personal
         possessions under their arms. These poor devil's know their fate is
         pretty dismal. Either they'll be sold to the LeQuint Dickey Mining
         Company, or they'll be put in some mandingo fight they can't win, like
         with Samson, or Stonesipher's dogs.





                        J
                        RODNEY
         walks along the road, looks up at Django riding his horse. All the
         slaves hate Django because they think he's a black slaver. But
         the three heading back to Candyland are even more resentful.
                        FLASH ON
         Django with Schultz, earlier, inspecting and rejecting these three.
                        RODNEY
         gives Django a bad eyeball look up on his horse.
         DJANGO ON TONY
         sees it. He's playing the role of a fucker black slaver, he can't let
         that shit stand.
         He yells down to the powerless man;
                        DJANGO
         Gotta problem with your eyeball, boy?
         Rodney looks away.
                        RODNEY
         No sir.
                        DJANGO
         You want a boot heel in it?
                        RODNEY
         No sir.
                        DJANGO
         Then keep ya damn eyeballs off me!
         Flash that bad look at me again,
         I'll give ya reason not to like me!
          As this parade makes progress, Django keeps his emotions in check, but
         not without difficulty.
         Dr.Schultz comes riding Fritz beside him.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         How do you like this side of the slave
         trade?
                        DJANGO
         Not so much.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Prefer the other side?
                        DJANGO
         I didn't say that.





         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I've confirmed Broomhilda's at Candyland.
                        DJANGO
         Are you sure it's her?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         He didn't call her by name, but she's a
         young lady, whip marks on 'her back, and
         speaks German. Now while it's not wise to
         assume, in this instance, I think it's
         pretty safe.
                        DJANGO
         Did you offer to buy her?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I opened the door to my possible interest.
         But naturally, sight unseen, I can only be
         so interested.
         SUDDENLY ...
         Calvin Candie comes riding up behind them...
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         Am I intruding?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Of course not.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (APPRAISING THE
                        TWO MEN)
         I swear you two are cozier then a couple
         of cuttle fish.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You'd be surprised what a good
         conversationalist Django is.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Oh by now, I don't think that would
         surprise meat all.
         Candie gives Django a creepy smile.
         Around now the audience may start noticing DOG BARKING in the distance.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         When do we reach your property?





         1?3
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         You been on it. I own the whole sixty
         miles 'fore we get to Candyland.
         Candie gets annoyed at the barking dogs.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Excuse me a moment, gentlemen.
                        (YELLING BEHIND
         him at Billy)
         Billy Crash, git up here!
         Billy Crash, a hillbilly overseer who's missing his two front teeth,
         rides up.
                        BILLY CRASH
         Yeah, Boss?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Find out what that goddamn commotion
         is up at the tracker shack!
                        BILLY CRASH
         Right away, Boss.
         Billy Crash TEARS UP AHEAD on his horse.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You know, confidentially, just 'tween
         us girls, worse things about this
         business, ain't the slaves. It's all
         the white trash ya gotta deal with.
         Like these peckawoods we got riding with
         us. These dumb, ignorant, sleazy sonsabitches
         ain't good fer nuttin, except kickin' a
         niggers ass can't kick back. Yeah, they
         holdin' the pretty part of the whip, but
         it's just a thin membrane separate 'em.
         And don't think they don't know it either.
         It's about the only thing these dumbass
         motherfuckers do know. But ya need 'em.
         Who the hell else ya gonna get to beat a
         niggers ass, other than somebody might as
         well be a nigger hisself. But these mountain
         boys I use as trackers for the runaways,
         they the worst. Nothin but a buncha goddamn
         inbreed hillbillies. Now like that nigger
         gal we was talkin' 'bout. I'm sure it.was
         a pain in the ass, but with a lot of
         patience, that German lady taught Hildi
         how to speak German.
         Django hears her name himself. His head does involuntary jerk, but his
         �, emotions betray nothing.





                        PTE
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (CON'T)
         Now these inbred hillbillies, on the other
         hand, they can barely speak English. I can't
         understand a damn word most of 'em say. You
         could teach a plow horse how to make a pot
         of coffee, 'fore you teach those fools how
         to use a knife and fork. I tell ya, if it
         wasn't for catchin' a nigger on the run,
         they'd be as useless as tits on a boar hog.
         Billy Crash comes riding back.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What the hell's goin on?
                        BILLY CRASH
         They got 'em a runaway.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Who?
                        CUT TO
         EXT - TRACKER SHACK - DAY
         A BUNKHOUSE for the FOUR HILLBILLY TRACKERS (they track down runaway
         slaves) that live here about forty miles from the Candyland Plantation.
         A little dog kennel, looks like a chicken coup, sits next to the
         bunkhouse.
         The TRACKERS are a hairy, bearded, burly, buck skinned wearing, dirty
         long haired lot.
         Their Leader is Mr.,STONESIPHER, the other three are STEW, LEX, and
         JAKE. The four men could be brothers, or cousins, or father and sons,
         or just from the same hollow.
         Lex holds two SNARLING GERMAN SHEPHERDS on a leash. Stew one SNARLING
         GERMAN SHEPHERD on a leash. And Mr.Stonesipher holds one SNARLING
         GERMAN SHEPHERD on a leash, the lead dog, that goes by the name of
         MARSHA.
         A runaway slave named, D'ARTAGNAN, lies belly down in the dirt,
         surrounded by the four vicious dogs, who BARK, GROWL, and SNAP at him.
         One look at D'Artagnan tells you he's a mandingo who's been in one
         fight too many. One of his eyes have been 'poked out. Big BITES have
         been bit out of both his face and neck (by past fights, human bites,
         not-the dogs), as well as three fingers have been bit off. Not to
         mention he's covered in cuts, like he's been drug through a briar
         patch.





                        O V5
         The fourth Tracker, JAKE, doesn't engage in the melodrama. He hangs in
         the background, CUTTING FIREWOOD with a big axe.
         Calvin Candie, Dr.Schultz, Django, and the whole Candie caravan look
         down on the runaway slave. Including the five new mandingos, and the three
         old mandingos who know D'Artagnan.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well I'll be, D'Artagnan. Now boy, why do
         a fool thing like run off?
                        D'ARTAGNAN
         I can't fight no more, Monsieur Candie.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Oh yes you can. You might not be able to
         win, but your ass can fight. - Mr.Stonesipher,
         shut these goddamn dogs up, I can't hear
         myself think!
         Mr.Stonesipher, yells to Marsha;
         Mr.STONESIPHER
         Hush now! Marsha! Marsha, hush up!
         Marsha, Marsha, hush up!
         (to the other
                        TRACKERS)
         Take these goddamn dogs away from this nigger,
         he's just makin' em hungry.
         The other two YANK the dogs away from the fallen Black Man.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         How long was he loose?
         Mr. Stonesipher spits tobacco juice.
         Mr.STONESIPHER
         A.night. Day. Half the other night.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         How far he git off property?
         Mr.STONESIPHER
         Bout twenty miles off prop. Pretty fer,
         considering that limp he got.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Moguy, who was D'Artagnan suppose to fight
         Friday?.
                        MOGUY
         (pointing behind him)
         One of this new lot.





                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well the way he looks now a blind Indian
         wouldn't bet 'a bead on 'em.
                        (TO D'ARTAGNAN)
         Boy, you done made yourself as useless as
         a tail on a teddy bear.
         D'Artagnan starts begging.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Now now, no beggin', no playin' on my
         soft heart. You in trouble now, son.
         Now you need to understand I'm runnin' a
         business. Now I done paid five hundred
         dollars for you. And when I pay five
         hundred dollars, I expect to get five
         fights outta a nigga 'fore he roll over
         and play dead. You've fought three fights.
                        D'ARTAGNAN
         I won every one.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well, yes you did. But that last one, you
         muddied the line between winning and losing.
         Calvin climbs down off of his horse, and walks to the captured runaway
         on the ground.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         But the fact remains, I pay five hundred
         dollars, I want five fights. So what
         about my five hundred dollars? You gonna
         reimburse me?
         The Whites (except for Schultz) laugh.
         This whole spectacle is making Dr.Schultz sick to his stomach.
         Not Django ... . he's seen this little drama play out many times before.
         The three returning mandingos, Rodney, Chicken Charly, and Chester,
         watch their fellow doomed servant pay the price for running away.
         The five new mandingos watch Calvin Candie's treatment of D'Artagnan to
         know what to expect from their new home.
         Bartholomew on the buckboard looks at the captured runaway like, poor
         bastard.
         Calvin prods further.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You even know what reimburse means?





                        E 17
         The Whites laugh.
         Then SUDDENLY ...
         .The German Speaks;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I'll reimburse you.
         All eyes turn to Dr.Schultz.
         Including Django's, whose eyes narrow at the doctor.
         Calvin Candie uses the occasion to perform a slow dramatic turn in the
         direction of the good German.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You will?
         Removing his long brown leather billfold from his suit jacket pocket.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You'll pay five hundred dollars for a
         one eyed Ole'Joe, ain't fit to push a
         broom?
         Django's voice cuts through the Mississippi heat.
                        DJANGO
         No he won't.
         All eyes turn to Django.
                        DJANGO
         He's just tired'of you toyin' with him is
         all. And for that matter, so am I. But we
         ain't payin' a penny for that pickaninny,
         we ain't got no use for 'em. Ain't that
         right, Doc?
         Dr.Schultz realizes he's just done the one thing he's always preached
         to Django you can never do..BREAK CHARACTER. The doctor puts his
         billfold back in his suit coat pocket.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (TO CANDIE)
         You heard 'em.
         The Hillbilly Trackers stare up at the black man on the horse in the
         green jacket, slack jawed.
         !` Even the one chopping wood in the BG stops his chopping.





                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You'll hafta excuse Mr.Stonesipher's slack
         jawed gaze. He ain't never seen a nigger
         like you ever in his life..Ain't that right,
         Mr. Stonesipher?
         Mr.. Stonesipher., SPITS.
         Mr.STONESIPHER
         That's right.
         Calvin steps up to Django on his horse. Looking up at the black man,
         Calvin challenges Django to a staring contest.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well now since you won't pay a penny for
         this pickaninny, you won't mind me handlin'
         this nigger however I see fit?
                        DJANGO
         He's your nigger.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Mr.Ston.esipher... .let Marsha and her
         bitches send D'Artagnan to nigger heaven.
         Mr.STONESIPHER
         Marsha...git 'em!
         The other Trackers let loose of the leashes holding the German
         Shepherds back.
         The DOGS CHARGE towards D'Artagnan on his knees...
                        THE MANDINGOS
         all react to the sight of the dogs being let loose.
         The DOGS ATTACK D'ARTAGNAN ...
         As we HEAR the ATTACK ...
         Candie.staring contest with Django...
         Django, who expected nothing less and has seen worse, doesn't blink as
         the runaway slave is torn to bits by canine teeth ...
         The other Mandingos are scared sick at what they see.
         The Hillbilly Trackers root the dogs on.
         Dr.Schultz has never seen a man torn apart by dogs before, and he
         appears not to enjoy it.
         Calvin, without blinking, shifts his eyes toward Dr.Schultz, then back
         �-. to Django.





                        P9
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Your boss looks a little green around
         the gills for a blood sport like
         nigger fightin'?
         As D'Artagnan's SCREAMS and Marsha's GROWLS continue OFF SCREEN.
                        DJANGO
         Naw, he just ain't use to seein' a man
         ripped apart by dogs, is all.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         But you are use to it?
                        DJANGO
         Well, him bein' German an' all, I'm
         a little more use to American's then
         he is. Now Monsieur Candie, whenever you're
         ready, we rode five hours so you could
         show off your stock. Let's git to it.
         Cause as of now, if he's a example, I'
         ain't impressed.
         Calvin...BLINK...
         Saying nothing, Monsieur Candie turns his back to Django, climbs up on
         his horse, then looks at the black man.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Follow me.
         The whole caravan rides off as the dogs continue to tear D'Artagnan
         apart.
         EXT - THE GROUNDS OF CANDYLAND - DAY
         The caravan starts to approach Candyland. Calvin Candie and his sister
         own the fourth biggest cotton plantation in the state of Mississippi.
         As the parade gets closer we see fields of cotton, and fields of SLAVES
         picking it.
         The audience might of been expecting Candyland to be a hell on earth,
         Auschwitz, Andersonville, Yuma Prison, a Mexican prison in a Sergio
         Corbucci Spaghetti western ...
         INSTEAD ... . CANDYLAND is very beautiful. The fields of cotton, the way
         the trees hang green vines over everything. It's full of nature and
         natures vibrant colors, and a broiling hot sun to see it all in.
         One of the cottonpickers in the field, DOBIE, looks up, and sees Django
         in his cool green corduroy jacket, badass cowboy hat, on top of Tony.
         He taps the shoulder of another cotton picker (ORWELL), and points out
         Django.





                        90
         All of a sudden all the bent over backs in the field, straighten up to
         get a better look at the black riding a horse.
         Django looks back matching their stare.
         EXT - SLAVE VILLAGE - DAY
         The caravan rolls through the shack/cabin village the slaves live in.
         As the parade rolls through all the SLAVES snap to attention, and bow
         (very formally) as Monsieur Candie rides past. A KING among his SUBJECTS,
         a PATRON with his PEONS, a FATHER amongst his CHILDREN, a SHEPHERD
         among his SHEEP.
         KIDS playing in the dirt get up and run to Calvin on his horse.
         Candie calls the kids by name, takes out a bag of jelly beans, and
         begins tossing them about.
         The Kids scramble in the dirt for the bright colored candy.
         This is Calvin Candie in his element, at his happiest.
         THEN ...
         .DJANGO rides by.
         The CARAVAN moves from the slave village to the White Village the
         overseers and their family live in on the plantation grounds.
         Other then the switch of white faces for black, it's pretty much the
         same village.
         And they too see Django ... . WOW!
         The Caravan enters the road that leads to the front of the Plantation,
         or The Big House as everyone calls it.
         To the left of the Big House is big wooden ARENA built for his Friday
         night nigger fights.
         All the HOUSE SLAVES (the domestic slaves that work for the Candie
         family in the Big House), and WHITE WORKERS (overseers and stray farm
         hands) come out to greet the caravan.
         They all greet Monsieur Calvin Candie, who naturally leads the
         procession, as if he's Alexander The Great returning from the wars.
         As the caravan comes to a stop in front of the Big House, it creates a
         huge dust cloud behind it.
         Calvin's widowed sister LARA LEE CANDIE-FITZWILLY, an attractive
         �. fortyish, strawberry blonde southern belle, steps out on the porch of
         the Big House to greet her brother.





         Directly above Lara Lee, on the third floor balcony over hang, out.
         steps...
                        STEPHEN
         eyeing Calvin and the approaching caravan.
         Who's STEPHEN? Stephen is a very old black man, who with his bald pate,
         and tufts of white curly hair on the sides, looks like a character out
         of Dickens - if Dickens wrote about House Niggers in the Antebellum
         South. -
         Stephen has been Calvin's slave since he was a little boy. And in
         (almost) every way is the 2nd most powerful person at Candyland.
         Like the characters Basil Rathbone would play in swashbucklers, evil,
         scheming, intriguing men, always trying to influence and manipulate power
         for their own self interest. Well that describes Stephen to a tee.
         The Basil Rathbone of House Niggers.
         The old Man watches the caravan and the trailing dust cloud approach.
         THEN...
         Out of the dust cloud ...EMERGE DJANGO and SCHULTZ... . on TONY and FRITZ.
         All the Candylanders see Django, dressed like he is, up on the horse,
         and for a moment don't know what to think.
         Lara Lee, like her brother, is both surprised and intrigued.
         As Stephen peers down from his perch at the nigger in the green jacket,
         it's hate at first sight. Stephen heads downstairs, he walks with a,
         limp.
         All the caravan riders are still up on their horses. Calvin sees
         Stephen limping towards them, and greets him with a big how do you do;
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Hello Stephen my boy!
                        STEPHEN
         Yeah yeah yeah, hello my ass - who's
         this nigger up on that nag?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Oh Stephen, why so ornery, you miss me?
                        STEPHEN
         Yeah, I miss you like I miss.a rock in my
         shoe. Like I said, who's this nigger, up
         on that nag?
         DJANGO'S VOICE (OS)
         Hey Snowball.





         : Stephen looks up at Django on Tony.
                        DJANGO
         If you wanna know who I am, or the name of
         my horse, you ask me.
                        STEPHEN
         Just'who the hell you callin' Snowball,
         horse boy? I'll yank your ass of that
         goddamn'nag, so goddamn fast - in the mud.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Whoa, whoa, whoa, Stephen, let's keep it
         funny. Django's a Freeman.
         Stephen jerks a thumb up towards Django.
                        STEPHEN
         This nigger, here?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         That nigger there. Let me at least introduce
         the two of. you. Django, this is another
         cheeky black bugger like yourself, Stephen.
         Stephen, this is Django. You two should
         hate each other.
         Stephen uses'the special privilege he and he alone enjoys amongst the
         blacks at Candyland.
                        STEPHEN
         Calvin, who the hell is this nigger you
         feel the need to entertain?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Django and his friend in grey, Dr.Schultz
         are customers, and they are our guests
         Stephen. And you - you old decrepit bastard...
         .are to show them every hospitality.
         Do you understand that?
                        STEPHEN
         I don't know why I gotta -
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You don't hafta know why, do you
         understand?
                        STEPHEN
         Yeah yeah yeah, I understand just fine.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Good. They're spending the night. Go up
         in the guest bedrooms and get two ready.





                        93
                        STEPHEN
                        (POINTING AT
                        DJANGO)
         He's gonna stay in the Big House?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Stephen, he's a slaver. It's different.
                        STEPHEN
                        (INCREDULOUS)
         In the Big House?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You gotta problem with that?
                        STEPHEN
         I don't gotta problem, unless you gotta
         problem with burin' the bed, the sheets,
         and the pillow cases once this black ass
         motherfuckers gone!
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         That's my problem, they're mine to burn.
         Your problem, right now, is making a
         good impression. And I want you to start
         solving that problem right now, and git
         them rooms ready.
         The Old Man looks up at his Master, and says;
                        STEPHEN
         Yes sir, Monsieur Candie.
         Stephen limps away to the guest rooms, muttering to'himself.
         Lara Lee and her ever present shadow, a FAT MAMMY named CORA, comes up
         to her brother on his horse.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Dr.Schultz, this attractive southern belle
         is my widowed sister, may I present to you,
         Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly.
         Lara Lee does a southern lady bow.
         Dr.Schultz lifts his bowler hat, and nods in a grand manner.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I am Dr.King Schultz, this is my 2nd
         Django,
         (Django tips his hat)
         and these are our horses, Fritz and Tony.
         Both Fritz and Tony do the head bow.





         Dr.SCHULTZ
         And it is our great delight to encounter
         this flaming rose.
                        LARA LEE
         Well aren't you the charming gentlemen.
         You're not from around here, are you?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Actually I'm from a far off land,
         Dusseldorf, to be exact.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         These two are in the market for a fightin'
         nigger. So I thought I'd invite 'em down,
         show 'em my stock.
                        LARA LEE
         We'll all have dinner tonight, right?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Half the reason I invited them. I thought
         you'd find.them as intriguing as I do
         little sister.
         Lara Lee looks up at Django, and smiles.
         All of a sudden THREE WHITE RIDERS ride up on horses, a older one, and
         two tough looking younger ones. The'older one is the Cap't of the
         Overseers, ACE WOODY, and his two assistants BROWN and JINGLE BELLS
         CODY. While Ace is dressed for work on a farm, both Brown and Jingle
         Bells Cody are peacocks who wear cool cowboy outfits.
         As Calvin Candie watches the three riders approach, he turns to
         Dr.Schultz and Django, and says;
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You know since I started fightin' niggers
         about eleven years ago, it's been a new
         lease on'life. And the man ridin' up here
         now is the man responsible for all my
         success.
         Ace and his boys pull their horses up, kicking up dust.
         Through the dust Ace, Brown, and Jingle Bells Cody eyeball Django and
         Schultz.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Howdy Ace.
                        (TO SCHULTZ
                        AND DJANGO)
         This here is my Overseer .Cap't, and
         nigger fight trainer extraordinaire,
         Ace Woody.





                        915
         Pointing at the two shadows that flank Ace Woody.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         And that's Brown and that's Jingle Bells
         Cody.
                        (TO ACE)
         Ace, this here is Dr.Ring Schultz, and
         Django Freeman, they're big customers with
         big pockets wanna buy a big nigger. So I
         brought 'em out here so you could give
         'em a little display of our African flesh.
         Ace takes off his hat, bows from his horse, welcoming them.
                        ACE WOODY
         Welcome to Candyland, gentlemen.
         Astride their horses Brown and Jingle Bells Cody just make faces at
         Django.
         Ace's attention goes to the five new mandingos.just walked from
         Greenville to here.
                        ACE WOODY
         These the new chickens?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Yes siree bob.
                        ACE WOODY
         How many you get?
                        (HE COUNTS)
         One, two, three, four, five.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Five real strong bucks.
                        ACE WOODY
         How many you get rid of?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         We still got three left.
         Ace looks to see who came back from the auction.
         Leo Moguy chimes in;
                        MOGUY
         I already wired the LeQuint Dickey people,
         they'll be here tomorrow.
         Ace turns to Brown.





                        ACE WOODY
         Get 'em away from the others. Put 'em in
         the pen till tomorrow.
         Brown with his horse, yells, chases, and herds the three men away into
         the slave pen.
         Ace yells from his horse down to the five new mandingo arrivals, Big
         Fred, Banjo, Sidney James, Tatum,.and Joshua.
                        ACE WOODY
         Y'all stand over there and make a line!
         They do.
         Ace climbs down from off his horse.
         Cody stays in his saddle, circling the black men with his horse.
         Everybody, including Django and Dr.Schultz, watch the show.
         Ace'Woody walks up and down the line looking at the new men.
         Candie, sitting comfortably up on his horse, says;
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What do you think?
                        ACE WOODY
         I think you lookin' for niggers to push
         a plow, 'dem your boys.
         Candie rolls his eyes.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What's wrong with them?
                        ACE WOODY
         Hold it...hold it, you done bought
         r em, let me look at 'em.
         Unimpressed Ace Woody continues to examine them.
                        ACE WOODY
         Okay, how 'bout that one, did you
         buy that one?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Which one?
                        ACE WOODY
         What you mean, which one? The one I'm
         pointing at, that one.





                        77
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Actually, that one was purchased by
         our mister Moguy.
                        ACE WOODY
                        (TO MOGUY)
         You bought him?
                        MOGUY
         Yes I did.
                        ACE WOODY
         Why?
                        MOGUY
         I like his prospects.
                        ACE WOODY
         His prospects? Now you know Mr..Moguy,
         I ain't a educated fella like yourself.
         Remind me again what prospects means?
                        MOGUY
         Hope for the future.
         Jerking a thumb towards the slave in question.
                        ACE WOODY
         You got hope for his future?
                        MOGUY
         I did.
                        ACE WOODY
         Well I don't.
         Ace walks over to the slave in question.
                        ACE WOODY
         What's your name, boy?
         The mandingo says;
                        SIDNEY JAMES
         Sidney James, sir.
                        ACE WOODY
         So long Sidney James.
         Ace takes the peacemaker out of the holster on his hip, and SHOOTS
         Sidney James point blank in the belly.
         Everybody reacts.





         Especially the four other mandingos standing next to him.
         Sidney James rolls in the dirt, screaming and holding his bleeding gut.
         Till Cody puts a bullet in his head, putting him out of his misery.
         Moguy, shakes his head, "Typical," he thinks.
         Django and Schultz, on their horses next. to Candid, watch.
         Ace looks up at his boss.
                        ACE WOODY
         Boss Candie, which one did you buy?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well to me the pick of the litter is
         Big Fred over there.
                        ACE WOODY
                        (POINTING AT
                        FRED)
         This one over here?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Yes.
                        ACE WOODY
                        (TO FRED)
         You Fred?
         A very scared Fred answers.
                        BIG FRED
         Yes, sir.
                        ACE WOODY
         Well good to meet'cha Fred, I'm'Ace Woody,
         I'm a man of influence 'round here. Now
         Fred am I mistaken, or were you already in
         a kurfuffle?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         I had 'em fight one of Amerigo's niggers
         last night.
                        'ACE WOODY
         How is of Amerigo?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         His nigger lost.





                        99
                        ACE WOODY
                        (TO FRED)
         Really? You won?
                        BIG FRED
         Yes, sir.
                        ACE WOODY
         Wup'ed his ass?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Beat 'em to death.
         Smiling impressively at Big Fred.
                        ACE WOODY
                        (TO FRED)
         Really?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         He did have fifteen pounds on 'em,
         but still, he still beat his ass
         to death.
                        ACE WOODY
                        (TO FRED)
         You did?
                        BIG FRED)
         Yes, sir.
                        ACE WOODY
         Good job, boy. Got any more wins in ya?
                        BIG FRED
         Yes, sir.
         Ace gives Cody a slight head nod, and Cody SHOOTS Big Fred in the back.
         Candie acts out mock frustration.
         The remaining three mandingos jump a mile.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Now why did you do that?
                        ACE WOODY
         He won his last fight last night.
         Ace puts his eyes on the three remaining mandingos





                        1 00
                        ACE WOODY
                        (TO MANDINGOS)
         Those of you with exceptional ability
         will find it ain't so bad here. Those of
         you who don't possess exceptional ability,
         will wish you did.
         Ace looks up to Cody on his horse.
                        ACE WOODY
         Run 'em over to the Arena. Git 'em doin
         push ups. First one gives out, shoot 'em
         in the head.
                        (TO MANDINGOS)
         Welcome to Candyland, boys!
         Cody runs the terrified mandingos to the arena.
         Candie leans over to Schultz and says;
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         We only get about two out of every batch
         of five fighters we buy. But those two
         tend to be lucky.
         Ace Woody hops back up on his horse.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You know Mr.Woody, I'm beginning to think
         that you don't trust my judgement?
         Ace Woody just smiles at his boss, and says;
                        ACE WOODY
         Oh you know I always trust your judgement,
         Boss Candie...eventually.
         He rides off.
         Stephen limps back to the action.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Ahhh, Stephen my boy, rooms ready?
                        STEPHEN
         All ready for your guest and his nigger.
         Candie'shakes his head in mock frustration.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Stephen, you're incorrigible.
                        (TO SCHULTZ
                        AND DJANGO)
         Gentlemen, let Stephen show you to your
         rooms.





                        /O+
                        CALVIN CANDLE
                        (CON'T)
         There you can lie down and rest up
         for a couple of hours. Then we'll have
         some lemonade, and I'll show off some of
         my finer specimens.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Splendid.
         Both Dr.Schultz and Django climb down from their horses.
         Candie looks to a black little stable boy of about eight named TIMMY.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Timmy boy, go take their horses for 'em.
         Fix 'em up at the stable, give 'em a load
         of oats.
         Django hands the boy the reigns.
                        DJANGO
         That's Fritz, this is Tony. You take good
         care of 'em now.
                        TIMMY
         Yes, sir.
         Django takes an apple out of his saddle bag, and hands it to the boy.
                        DJANGO
         Once he's in the stable, give 'em that.
         He reaches back in the saddle and pulls out another one.
                        DJANGO
         Give that one to Fritz.
         Timmy leads the horses away.
         The two visitors start to follow Stephen to their rooms, when
         Dr.Schultz pretends to remember something;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Oh, Monsieur Candie, about that matter about
         the nigger girl we were talking about?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Nigger girl?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I believe you said she spoke German?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Oh Yes, Hildi, what about her?





         ,oz.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Do you think before the demonstration you
         could send her around to my room?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         I don't see why not.
                        (TO STEPHEN)
         Stephen, when you get through showing
         them to their rooms, go fetch Hildi.
         I want her cleaned up and smellin' nice,
         and sent over to Dr.Schultz's room.
         Stephen has to be the bearer of bad news.
                        STEPHEN
         Actually... . Monsieur Candie... . there's
          somethin' we ain't tole you yet.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What?
                        STEPHEN
         Hildi's in The Hot Box.
         This gets Django's, Schultz's, and Candie's attention.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What's she doin' there?
                        STEPHEN
         What 'cha think she doin' in The Hot Box,
         she bein punished.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What she do?
                        STEPHEN
         She ran away again.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Jesus Christ, how many people ran away
         when I was gone?
                        STEPHEN
         Two.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         When did she go?
                        STEPHEN
         Last night. They brought her back this
         morning.





                        CALVIN CANDLE
         How bad did Stonesipher's dogs tear her up?
         Django's hand falls to the butt of his smoke wagon. If they sicked
         those dogs on his angel, he's going to just kill all these
         motherfuckers right now.
                        STEPHEN
         Lucky for her they were busy lookin' for
         D'Artagnan's ass. Brown and Cody went out
         lookin' for her and found her. She a little
         beat up, but she did that to herself.
         Runnin' through them damn bushes.
         Django's hand moves away from his gun.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         How long she been in the box?
                        STEPHEN
         What'cha think, all goddamn day! Little
         fool got ten more days to go.
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         Take her out.
                        STEPHEN
                        (INCREDULOUS)
         Take her out? Why!
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         Because I said so, that's why. Hildi is
         my nigger. Dr.Schultz is my guest. Southern
         hospitality dictates I make her available
         to him.
                        STEPHEN
         But Monsieur Candie, she just ran away?
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         Jesus Christ Stephen, what's the point of
         havin' a nigger speaks German if-you can't
         wheel 'em out when you have a German guest?
         I realize it's inconvenient. Still, take
         her out.
         (to Cora and
                        LARA LEE)
         Lara Lee would you and Cora be responsible
         for getting her cleaned up and presentable
         for Dr.Schultz?
         The overseers,'Tommy Giles and Hoot Peters go to The Hot.Box. While
         Billy Crash goes to the well to draw a bucket of water.





         Django watches them walk to The Hot Box.
         Dr.Schultz's eyes shift to Django, to watch him watch this.
         Stephen notices Django's interest in both The Hot Box and whoever's
         sizzling in it.
         The HOT BOX
         itself is a large IRON SOLITARY CONFINEMENT CELL DOOR (from Yuma
         Prison) built into the ground. They put a key in the lock, and the two
         men lift the heavy iron door open.
         REVEALING: A naked Broomhilda broiling in a small coffin like iron box
         dug into the ground.
         Broomhilda reacts to the sudden burst of blinding sunshine.
         WHEN ...
         Billy Crash TOSSES the bucket of water on her.
         Django watches this.
         DJANGO'S POV:.From his wide shot perspective we see them yank the NAKED
         BROOMHILDA (incoherent) out of the hole.
         REVENGE MUSIC PLAYS
         as we move into a Sergio Leone CU of DJANGO'S FACE.
         Stephen breaks the mood.
                        STEPHEN
                        (TO DJANGO)
         You comin', or you wanna sleep in that
         little box?
         Django turns his back on the naked Broomhilda and follows Stephen and
         Dr.Schultz up the front steps of The Big House.
         INT - THE BIG HOUSE - DAY
         Stephen leads the two guests up the big prominent sweeping staircase in
         the entry way of The Big House. Then down the hallway with the guest
         rooms. Dr.Schultz is shown his guest room by Stephen. Schultz enters
         the room and shuts the door behind him. Stephen takes Django to the
         room next door, opens the door, and leads him in.
         INT - DJANGO'S GUEST ROOM - DAY
         A guest room with a big feather bed, dresser drawer with a flowery
         pitcher of water and basin on top of it. A little bedside table with a
         lamp and a tiny bell on it.





                        105
                        STEPHEN
         This one's yours, boy. That bed's damn
         nice too.
         Django walks over to the window, parts the curtains and peers out.
         Broomhilda's gone. As he looks through the glass, snotty Stephen
         rattles on in the background.
                        STEPHEN
         Feel free to touch anything you want,
         cause we burnin' all this shit once you
         gone. I'll have somebody knock on the
         door when the demonstration ready.
         Django sits down on the bed.
         Stephen turns to leave.
                        DJANGO
         Not so fast.
                        STEPHEN
         I got more important things to do then
         jaw with you.
                        DJANGO
         Nigger, when I say stop you plant roots.
         Both the words and the tone stop Stephen dead. He turns around.
                        DJANGO
         This tiny bell on this little table...
         .is this for you? I ring this, you
         do fer me?
                        STEPHEN
         Me or somebody.
         Django reaches over and picks up the bell.
         (a soft) DING-A-LING
                        STEPHEN
                        (UNAMUSED)
         What 'cha want?
                        DJANGO
         I want you to pour some water in that
         bowl for my wash up.
         Stephen does what he's told, but with attitude.





                        )O'
         Django shuts the guest room door so the two men are alone.
         Once Stephen's done, Django stands up from the bed.
                        DJANGO
         Gimmie.
         Stephen hands him the basin full of water.
         Django takes it from him.
         Then throws the water in Stephen's face.
         The dripping wet old slave can do nothing against this free man.
                        DJANGO
         Whatsamatter Stephen, you don't like
         that?
         Django takes his hand and SLAPS the old man hard across the face
         knocking him to the floor;
                        DJANGO
         That's my kinda bell ringin'. Git up.
          The old man timidly, slowly, and shaky rises off the floor - as soon as
         he does - Django SLAPS HIM TO THE FLOOR again.
         Then Django sits back down on the bed, looking at the old man on the
         floor below his knees.
                        DJANGO
         I've known me House Niggers like you my
         whole life. Play your dog tricks with your
         Massa'. Ya' lip off to him every now an'
         then, as long as ya' keep it funny. He
         rolls his eyes and puts up with it, and
         all the white folks think it's so cute.
         Meanwhile you got all these niggas round
         here hoppin' and jumpin' to stay on your
         good side. Well this time Snowball, you
         gonna listen to me. You got anymore sass
         you wanna sling my way, before they give
         us a mandingo demonstration, I'm gonna
         give this whole motherfuckin plantation
         a demonstration, of ME beatin' the BLACK
         off your ass. I will make you drop your
         drawers, I'll take off my belt, and I will
         Wup' your bare ass with it, in front of
         every nigga on this plantation. And after
         I do that, let's see you play the rooster
         round here.





                        X07
                        STEPHEN
         Calvin wouldn't. let you do it.
                        DJANGO
         Oh that's right, he gives you first name
         privileges... . ain't that cute. Sass me
         me again nigger, see what happen'.
         Stephen lying on the floor, bites his tongue.
                        DJANGO
         That's what I thought. Now git outta"here.
         With as much dignity as he can muster, Stephen stands up.
         Before he leaves, Django tells him;,
                        DJANGO
         When I ring this bell, you better come
         a runnin'. You - not nobody else. While
         I'm on this property, you my nigger
         Snowball.
         Stephen leaves.
         Django lies down on the bed. He covers his eyes with his arm.
         A door joins Django and Schultz's room. The adjoining door opens, and
         Schultz stands there.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Was that wise?
         Django doesn't remove his arm from.his eyes.
                        DJANGO
         He ain't tellin' nobody 'bout that.
         That's all that needs to be said.
         INT - HALLWAY (BIG HOUSE) - DAY
          Lara Lee, Cora, and a traumatized, but cleaned up (she's dressed in a
         domestic maid uniform) Broomhilda stand outside Dr.Schultz's door,
         after Calvin's sister raps on it.
         Dr.Schultz opens the door.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Hello ladies.





                        DOG
                        LARA LEE
         Dr.Schultz, may I introduce to you,
         Hildi. Hildi, this is Dr.Schultz, he
         speaks German.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (TO BROOMHILDA)
         I've been informed you do as well.
                        BROOMHILDA
                        (GERMAN)
         It would be my, pleasure to speak with you
         in German.
         Schultz acts for the benefit of Miss Lara's astonishment.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Astonishing.
                        (IN GERMAN)
         Please come inside Fraulein.
         She does, and just'as Lara Lee is to say something, Schultz says,
         "Thank You very much," and closes the door in her face. Miss Lara looks
         to her Mammy, and the two women head off nonplussed.
         INT - SCHULTZ'S GUEST ROOM (BIG HOUSE) - LATE AFTERNOON
         With the door closed, Schultz turns to the weak, frightened,
         disoriented girl.
         He gives her a pleasant smile.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         They call you Hildi, but your real name
         is Broomhilda, isn't it?
                        BROOMHILDA
         Yes. How do you know that?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Stands to reason who ever taught you
         German would also give you a German name.
         Can I pour you a glass of water,
         Broomhilda?
         Hearing her name being spoke properly for the first time in awhile, not
         to mention with a German accent, does have a bit of a calming influence
         on the frightened girl.





                        107
         WE CUT TO DJANGO
         on the other side of the adjoining door, listening, waiting for his cue
         to present himself.
         BACK TO BROOMHILDA AND Dr.SCHULTZ
         As Dr.Schultz calmly pours the young lady a glass of water, he begins
         talking to her in GERMAN SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (GERMAN)
         I'm aware you haven't spoken German in
         a long while. So I'll talk slowly.
         I'm only speaking German to you now,
         Broomhilda, in case Candie's people are
         listening to us. Myself and a mutual
         friend of ours, have gone through a lot
         of trouble, and rode a lot of miles, to
         find you fraulein - to rescue you.
         He hands her a tall clear glass of water.
         She looks at him weird, rescue me?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (GERMAN)
         Please drink.
         She absentmindedly obeys.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         (.GERMAN).
         Now it's myself and our mutual friend's
         intention to take you away from here
         forever.
                        BROOMHILDA
                        (GERMAN)
         I don't got any friends.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (GERMAN)
         Yes you do.
                        BROOMHILDA
                        (GERMAN)
         Who?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (GERMAN)
         I can't tell you. Our mutual friend has a
         flair for the dramatic, and he wants to
         surprise you.





         !!0
                        BROOMHILDA
                        (GERMAN)
         Where is he?
         He points at the adjoining door.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (GERMAN)
         Standing right behind that door.
         Her head moves in the direction of the door.
         He looks to the young woman;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (GERMAN)
         Promise me you won't scream?
         She nods her head, yes.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (GERMAN)
         Say, I promise.
                        BROOMHILDA
                        (GERMAN)
         I promise.
         Dr.Schultz moves to the door, and lightly raps on it.
         The door knob turns.
         The door slowly opens revealing...
          Her husband Django, but different, all cowboyed out and cleaned up.
         He smiles at her, and says;
                         DJANGO
          Hey Little Trouble Maker.
         Obviously a pet name between them.
         Broomhilda goes into a bit of shock...
          .first she loses strength in her wrist, so the glass tips over, and
         the water spills on the floor ...
          .followed quickly by herself spilling on the floor in a dead. faint.





                        1/1
         The two men look at the woman on the floor, then at each other;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You silver tongued devil you.
                        MONTAGE
         WE DISSOLVE to later, as we see Dr.Schultz and Django explain what-
         they're doing there, who they're pretending to be, and what their plan
         is to Broomhilda. We hear a woman whistle a soft pretty tune on the
         soundtrack. It's not a happy tune.. .per se. But it's pretty, and
         vaguely optimistic ...
         WE DISSOLVE TO The SLAVE PEN
         The doomed men who didn't sell at Greenville, brooding Rodney and
         Chester and Chicken Charly, spend their last night at Candyland
         sleeping under the stars in The Slave Pen. The same whistling tune
         continues over this scene.
         Rodney sees, The whole slave selling and buying group, Django,
         Dr.Schultz, Candie, Bartholomew, Moguy, Ace Woody, Brown and Cody, and
         the Overseers, walk across the plantation grounds on their way to
         The Arena. Laughin' and joshin' all the way. The hatred Rodney feels
         for that group of men burns inside him like a red hot poker.
         A study in powerless fury.
         DISSOLVE TO BROOMHILDA SETTING THE DINNER TABLE
         in the dining room of The Big House with its knives, spoons and forks.
         She's all by herself as she goes through this duty.
         The whistling tune we've been listening to has been coming from
         Broomhilda whistling as she sets the table.
         Suddenly out of the darkness of the background appears Stephen.
                        STEPHEN
         What you. whistlin', girl?
         Broomhilda stops whistling and spins surprised in Stephen's direction.
                        STEPHEN
         What was you whistlin'?
                        BROOMHILDA
         Oh nuttin'.
                        STEPHEN
         You weren't whistlin' nothin', you were
         whistlin' somethin'. What'cha whistlin'?
                        BROOMHILDA
         I dunno. Somethin' I heard. I don't know
         no.name.





                        )/Z
                        STEPHEN
         It's kinder pretty.
         She doesn't say anything in return.
                        STEPHEN
         That was a compliment.
                        BROOMHILDA
         Thank you.
         Stephen steps out of the shadows into the light closer to Broomhilda.
                        STEPHEN
         I'm just sayin', two days ago you wus' in
         such misery here, you hadda run off. So you
         run off, we catch your ass an' drag you back.
         Then we stick your bare ass to sizzle in
         The Hot Box for' 'bout ten hours. Now here
         you are two days later, whistlin' while you
         work. I'm just sayin', I.wouldn' think you'd
         have a hellva lot to whistle 'bout.
         .I'm jus' sayin'.
         He watches the effect his words have on Broomhilda's face.
                        BROOMHILDA
         I'm done here, may I be excused?
                        STEPHEN
         Yes you may.
         She moves off to another part of the house.
         He watches her shuffle off.
         INT - DINING ROOM (BIG HOUSE) - NIGHT
         Later that evening, Django and a lot of other white people (Calvin
         Candie, Lara Lee, Moguy, and Dr.Schultz) sat around the dinner table.
         They are being served by the black people we've come to know at
         Candyland (Stephen, Cora, and because Dr.Schultz likes her Broomhilda).
         Along with an army of DOMESTIC SLAVES acting as wait service.
         Knowing Django's a slaver, and for his dinner table privileges, the
         Domestic Slaves despise Django.
         Even Broomhilda will be shocked to hear him speak like a slaver, even
         though they obviously gave her a heads up on their masquerade.
         We pick up the conversation in mid-negotiation.





         "5.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Look Monsieur Candle, they were all fine
         specimens, no doubt about it. But the
         best three, by far, were Sampson, Goldie,
         and Eskimo Joe. - By the way, why's he
         called Eskimo Joe?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Oh you never know how these nigger nicknames
         get started. His name was Joe-...maybe one
         day he said he was cold.. .who knows?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Irregardless, we all know Samson's your
         best, and you'll never sell him and I can
         see why, he's a champion.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         All three are champions.
         Django contradicts, as he chews his steak;
                        DJANGO
         Samson's the champion. The other two
         are pretty good.
         All the Domestic Slaves around the table STIFFEN at witnessing Django
         contradict Calvin Candie.
         Including Broomhilda, who's wielding the Gravy Boat. After Django says
         that, while in shock, she over pours beef gravy on Lara Lee's mashed
         potatoes.
                        LARA LEE
         Hildi!
         Broomhilda snaps back.
         Instead of getting angry, Candle seems to reflect on that analysis,
         then issues his own appraisal;
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Can Eskimo Joe whip Sampson, no. Can he
         take Goldie, probably not - Goldie's the
         best dirty fightin' nigger I ever saw. But as
         long as you don't put 'em up against those
         two., Eskimo Joe will whip any niggers ass.
                        DJANGO
         Maybe.
         The Domestics FREEZE for a jerky second when Django says that.





                        //
                        F
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You must understand, Monsieur Candie, while
         admittedly a .neophyte in the nigger fight
         game, I do have a bit of a background in
         the European traveling circus. Hence, I
         have big ideas when it comes to presentation.
         I need something more then just a big nigger.
         He needs to have panache. A sense of showmanship.
         I want to be able to . bill. him as. The Black Hercules.
         I said., and I quote; "I would pay top dollar
         for the, right nigger." Now I'm not saying
         Eskimo Joe is the wrong nigger - per se ...
         but is he right as rain ... ?
         Everyone waits for Calvin's response. He milks the moment by taking a
         sip of his mint julep, then says;
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Dr.Schultz, i will have you know, there
         is no one in the nigger fight game that
         appreciates the value of showmanship
         more then, Monsieur Calvin J. Candie. But
         one must not forget the most important
         thing in the nigger fight game.
                        (BEAT)
         A nigger that can win fights. That should
         be your first, second, third, four, and
         fifth concern. After you have that, and
         you know you have that, then, you can
         start to implement a grande design. But
         since I enjoy oldest man 'at the table
         status - beating Moguy by one year for
         that honor allow the old sage to advise,
         first things first.
         Broomhilda comes around with a bowl of string green beans.
         Dr.Schultz says something pleasant to her in German..
         She smiles, and says something pleasant back.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         I see you two gettin' on?
         Dr.Schultz breaks into a wide grin;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         .Famously.
                        (DRAMATIC PAUSE)
         Monsieur Candie, you can't imagine what
         it's like not to hear you native tongue
         for four years.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Hell, I can't imagine two weeks in Boston.





                        »5
         Everybody at the table chuckles.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I can't express the joy I felt conversing
         in my mother tongue. And Broomhilda is a
         charming conversation companion.
         As Broomhilda holds the bowl of green beans for Moguy, Lara Lee notices
         how Django and Broomhilda look and try not to look at each other.
         Stephen enters the room with a fresh mint julep for Monsieur Candie.
                        LARA LEE
         I don't know doctor, you can lay on all
         the German sweet talk you want, but it
         looks like this ponys got big eyes for
         Django.
         Lara Lee has no idea how right she is, but when she said it, all three,
         Django, Broomhilda, and Schultz, involuntarily jerk.
         AND ...
         .STEPHEN sees it.
         Schultz covers the jerk with more of his verbal gobbilty gook.
         Except for Stephen, no one else was the wiser.
         Broomhilda takes her greenbeans and leaves the dining room for the
         kitchen.
         Stephen watches her go, then looks at Django, then hands Candie his
         mint julep, and goes into a broad routine for the table's benefit.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Stephen, you're amazing. I haven't finished
         a drink in this house in twenty years.
                        STEPHEN
         When a man likes a cold drink, a man likes
         a COLD drink.
         Chuckle... . chuckle...
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Did you overhear that joke I said about
         me spending two weeks in Boston
                        STEPHEN
                        (MOCK INDIGNANT)
         You don't have any idea the work I do
         to see food gets on the table.





                        1/6
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What does that hafta do with the price of
         Tea in China?
                        STEPHEN
         You think when I'm in that kitchen, I got
         nothin' better to do then listen in here
         to you tellin' unfunny jokes?
         Chuckle... . chuckle...
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (MOCK INDIGNATION)
         What? They laughed!
                        STEPHEN
         Of course they laughed, their parents
         raised them right. When they're a guest
         in somebody's house, and the master of
         of the house thinks he's- funny, you
         suppose to laugh. They'd be rude not to.
         Chuckle... .chuckle...
         They play their little comedy routine for all it's worth.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         No it was really funny,
                        (TO TABLE)
         wasn't it?
                        STEPHEN
         Now what do you expect these people to
         say? What you need to do is stop
         embarrassing your guest.
                        (TO TABLE)
         Everybody don't laugh at him, you're being
         polite, I understand, you mean well, but
         it just encourages him.
         Chuckle-chuckle...
         As the white folks chuckle, Stephen moves back into the kitchen.
         TNT - KITCHEN (BIG HOUSE) - NIGHT
         Once Stephen enters the kitchen, his smile melts away, and he locks
         eyes on Broomhilda. He moves over to her.
                        STEPHEN
         You know that nigger?
         /� She spins around.





                        11 7
                        BROOMHILDA€¢
         Who?
                        STEPHEN
         Don't stall me bitch, you know who?
                        BROOMHILDA
         At the table? I don't know him.
         STEPHEN.
         You don't know him?
                        BROOMHILDA
         No.
                        STEPHEN
         You wouldn't lie to me now, would you?
         She shakes her head, no.
         Stephen looks at her skeptical.
                        STEPHEN
         Okay, if you say so.
         BACK TO DINNER TABLE
         Pick it up again in mid-negotiation.
                        DJANGO
         Eskimo Joe's a quality nigger, no doubt
         about it. But if it was my money, I
         wouldn't pay twelve thousand dollars
         for him.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         What would your price be?
                        DJANGO
         Well, if I ,was inclined to be generous,.
         and I don't know why I would be inclined
         to be generous... . nine thousand ... . maybe.
         Candie's lawyer chimes in.
                        MOGUY
         But the real question is, not how much
         he cost, but how much he can earn?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Django?
                        DJANGO
         In a years time, seven or eight fights -
         outside of Mississippi - where his Candyland
         pedigree weren't well known - Virginia...
                        (CON'T)





                        11Y
                        DJANGO
                        (CON'T)
         Georgia -- all goes well ...twenty to twenty
         one thousand dollars.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Precisely Bright Boy, good on ya. Any way
         you cut that cake, that spells profit.
         Not to, mention a years worth of action at
         the big table in a blood sport with a
         winner nigger. However let me reclarify
         how this whole negotiation came about.
         It wasn't me who came to you to sell a
         nigger, it was you who approached me to
         buy one. Now that nine thousand dollar
         figure Bright Boy was banding about,
         ain't too far off from right. And if I
         wanted to sell Eskimo Joe for that, I
         could sell 'em any day of the week.
         But like you said in Greenville doctor,
         I don't wanna sell 'em. It was only your
         ridiculous offer of twelve thousand
         dollars that would make me consider it.
         Dr.Schultz considers'Calvin Candie's words, then suddenly says;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You know Monsieur Candie... . you do possess
         the power of persuasion.
         Candie smiles at that remark.
         Then SUDDENLY Schultz SLAPS the table hard with his hand, and says;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Why not! Monsieur Candie, you have a deal,
         Eskimo Joe, twelve thousand dollars!
         The White people at the table get very happy.
         Dr.Schultz continues;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         However, that is a tremendous amount of
         money. And the way you have your Mr.Moguy,
         I have a lawyer, a persnickety man named
         Tuttle. And I would need my man to draw
         up a legal contract before I would feel
         comfortable exchanging that amount of
         money for flesh. Not to mention having
         Eskimo Joe examined by a physician of my
         choosing. So say I return in about five
         days time with my Mr.Tuttle. And then my
         Mr.Tuttle and your Mr.Moguy can hash out
         the finer points between themselves.





                        117
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Splendid.
                        (CALLING TO
                        THE KITCHEN)
         Stephen, time for dessert!
         Stephen, Cora, Broomhilda, and the other Domestics come out of the
         kitchen to clear away the dirty dishes.
         Broomhilda goes to Calvin.
                        BROOMHILDA
         Can I take away your dishes, Monsieur Candle?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Yes you may, Hildi.
         She begins gathering the dirty dishes.
         Candie looks up at her as she works.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         So Hildi, how you like servin at the big
         table in the big house?
                        BROOMHILDA
         I like it a lot Monsieur Candle.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         It's a lot better then sizzling in that
         hot box, or draggin' your ass through a
         bramble bush, ain't it?
                        BROOMHILDA
         Yes 'em.
         With Candie interrogating Broomhilda, Django tenses up.
         Stephen clocks this.
         Stephen decides to test Django's reaction.
                        STEPHEN
         You know Monsieur Candle, the doctor might
         be interested in seein' Hildi's "peeled"
         back. Seein' as he don't see many niggers
         where he from.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (TO SCHULTZ)
         When you was alone with Hildi here, didja
         just speak German, or did ya git her
         clothes off?





         !20
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         We just spoke.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         So you haven't seen her back?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         No I haven't.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Then Stephen's right, you would probably
         find this interesting. Hildi, take off
         your dress, and show us your back.
         Django hears this.
         Broomhilda instinctively shoots a look to Django.
         Stephen clocks it.
                        LARA LEE
         Calvin, I just got her all dressed up
         and looking nice.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         But Lara Lee, Dr.Schultz is from Dusseldorf,
         they don't got niggers there. And he's a
         man of medicine. I'm sure it would
         fascinate him, the niggers endurance for
         pain. I mean Hildi got something like
         fifteen lashes on her back. Lara Lee get
         one, she'd lose her mind. These niggers
         are tough, no doubt about it.
                        LARA LEE
         Calvin, we are eating - dessert, no less.
         Ain't no one wanna see her whipped up back.
         Django continues to watching this play out.
         Stephen watches him.
         Candie folds.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Okay okay Lara. Maybe after dinner.
         During the brandies.
         Broomhilda - dismissed - takes Calvin's dishes and heads back into the
         kitchen.
         Stephen takes one more look at Django, and follows Broomhilda behind
         the kitchen door.





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         INT - KITCHEN (BIG HOUSE) - NIGHT
         In the kitchen with the OTHER DOMESTICS, Stephen says to Broomhilda;
                        STEPHEN
         I thought you said you didn't know him?
         Broomhilda turns around.
                        BROOMHILDA
         Huh?
         Stephen approaches her, the other Domestics get quiet and watch.
                        STEPHEN
         I said, you said, you didn't know him?
                        BROOMHILDA
         I don't.
                        STEPHEN
         Yes you do.
                        BROOMHILDA
         Mister Stephen, I don't.
                        STEPHEN
         Why you lyin to me?
         As tears begin to well in her eyes.
                        BROOMBILDA
         I ain't.
                        STEPHEN
         Why you cryin'?
                        BROOMHILDA
         Because you're scarin' me.
                        STEPHEN
         Why am I scarin' you?
                        BROOMHILDA
         Because you're scary.
         Things have become so tense and quiet in the kitchen, that the dinner
         table conversation begins to bleed inside.
         We hear Dr.Schultz in the next room say;
         Dr.SCHULTZ (OS)
         .to speak German,with Hildi this
         afternoon was positively soul enriching.
         Stephen hears this, he's starting to get the idea.





                        1ZL
         His eyes to to Broomhilda.
                        STEPHEN
         You, stay in the kitchen.
         Stephen moves to the kitchen door, swings it open, and watches
         Dr.Schultz prepare to proposition Candie for Broomhilda. Stephen knows
         these two jokers (Django and Schultz) are up to something, and now he's
         just figured it out.
         INT - DINNER TABLE (BIG HOUSE) - NIGHT
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         You indicated earlier you would be
         willing to part with Hildi?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Yes siree bob I did.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well in that case allow me to propose
         another proposition?
         In full "Ole Jimmie" performance, Stephen BARGES in the room,
         INTERRUPTING Dr.Schultz.
                        STEPHEN
         - Monsieur Candie?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Stephen, you just interrupted Dr.Schultz.
                        STEPHEN
         (to Dr.Schultz)
         Oh, I do apologize, doctor. My hearin'
         ain't worth a damn these days.
                        (TO CANDIE)
         Monsieur Candie, I need a word with you in
         the kitchen.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What, you mean get outta my chair?
                        STEPHEN
         If you could manage it. It's about dessert.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What about dessert?
                        STEPHEN
         I would rather tell you in private.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         We're having rhubarb pie, what sort of
         melodrama could be brewing back there?





                        123
         Stephen bends down and whispers in his ear;
                        STEPHEN
         Meet me in the library.
         Well that's a horse of a different color. That means whatever Stephen
         has to say, hasn't anything to do with rhubarb pie. "Meet me in the
         library" is their secret signal.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Fine friend Stephen, I'll be along momentarily.
         Stephen exits.
         Candie stands up from his chair and addresses the table.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well as you can see, talented no doubt as
         they are in the kitchen, from time to
         time, adult supervision is required.
         If you'll excuse me a moment.
         Candie exits.
         TNT - LIBRARY (BIG HOUSE) - NIGHT
         A masculine sanctuary for Calvin Candie. Walls of perfectly bound
         books. Stuffed animal heads (deer, boar) that he's shot, sit mounted on
         the walls. There's comfy red leather chairs and a bar in the globe.
         When WE CUT TO this room, we cut to Stephen sitting in one of the red
         leather chairs, drinking a brandy out of a brandy sifter.
         Calvin enters the room, sees Stephen sitting in the chair, drinking his
         brandy, and doesn't bat an eye. It appears, in this room, Calvin's and
         Stephen's life long friendship exits on a different plane. Outside of
         outside eyes, in this room, all pretense of master and slave is
         dropped, and the number one and number two.. men of Candyland can talk
         turkey.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What's the matter?
                        STEPHEN
         Those motherfuckers ain't here to buy no
         mandingos. They want that girl. -
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What the hell you talkin' about?
                        STEPHEN
         They playin your ass for a fool, that's
         what I'm talkin' bout. They ain't here
         for no muscle bound Jimmie, they here for
         that girl.





                        CALVIN CANDIE
         What girl, Hildi?
                        STEPHEN
         Yeah, Hildi. The niggers know each other.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         He just bought Eskimo Joe.
                        STEPHEN
         Did he give you any money?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Well not yet, but -
                        STEPHEN
         - Then he didn't R ..Y diddly, not yet no
         how. But he was just about to buy, who he
         came here to buy, when I interrupted him.
         Thank you Stephen - you're welcome Calvin.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Where you gettin' all this? Why would they
         go through all that trouble, to. buy a
         nigger with a chewed up back, ain't worth
         five hundred dollars?
                        STEPHEN
         Well they're doin' it cause Django's in
         love with Hildi. She's probably his wife.
         Now why that German gives a fuck about
         who that uppity son-of-a--bitch is in love
         with, I'm sure I don't know.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         If she's who they want, why the whole
         snake oil pitch about mandingos?
                        STEPHEN
         Because you wouldn't pay no never mind
         to four hundred dollar. But twelve
         thousand got you real friendly.
         Calvin thinks ...
         .as per usual, Stephen's right.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Those lyin' goddamn.time wastin'
         sonsabitches!
                        (LOUDER)
         Sonsabitches! You just watch, I'm gonna
         fix their wagon but good! Stephen, we
         .gonna have us a Candyland tar and
         feathering!





                        FL5
                        STEPHEN
         Now Calvin.. .not that I wouldn't enjoy
         seein' something like that ... . but why
         don't you sit down and let's talk about this.
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         I let a goddamn nigger and nigger lovin'
         huckster insinuate themselves at my
         dinner table, and play this whole goddamn
         plantation for a fool!
                        STEPHEN
         Calm-the-fuck-down, sit down, and let's
         discuss this.
         A frustrated Calvin finally collapses in the chair.
                        STEPHEN
         Now look, you knew, and I knew, there
         was something up with these two. We just
         didn't know what. But now we do. They
         don't want you to know how bad they want
         that girl. But these ole boys have rode
         a lotta miles, went t6 a whole lotta
         trouble, and done spread a whole lotta
         bull to get this girl. They must want her
         mighty bad. Way I see it, ain't nothin'
         changed. They wanna buy a nigger, you
         wanna sell a nigger.The only thing done
         changed is the advantage.
                        (BEAT)
         Now we got it. .So let's go back in there
         and busts these motherfucker's chops.
         INT - DINING ROOM (BIG HOUSE) - NIGHT
          The Dinner Table Guests listen to Lara Lee'Candie-Fitzwilly hold court
         melodramatically ... . Till ... . Calvin Candie enters the room from the
         kitchen door.
         Lara Lee, oblivious to her brothers change in demeanor, blurts out upon
                        SEEING HIM;
                        LARA LEE
         There you are! I was beginning to think
         you and that of crow ran off together.
         Schultz and Django feel the change in their host's demeanor, as he
         stares down the table at them.
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         That'd be a hellva note, wouldn't it
         Lara Lee?
                        (CON'T)





                        1Z J
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (CON'T)
         Lara Lee, I just looked out the big winda.
         Ace Woody's out there dealin' with some
         shady slaver sellin' a passel of Ponys.
         Would you be a dear and go out there and
         give them gals an eyeball. That of boy
         knows everything to know 'bout mandingos,
         But he don't know diddly 'bout black puddin'.
         Lara Lee excuses herself and leaves the room, as she goes out,
         Bartholomew, with his Sawed Off Shotgun, comes.in behind Schultz and
         Django.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Can I ask you two gentlemen to look over
         your shoulder?
         Schultz and Django do, and see Bartholomew with his sawed off shotgun
         pointing at them.
         Calvin Candie removes his arm from behind his back, and in his hand
         he's holding a big ugly hammer.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Now lay your palms flat on the table top.
         They put their palms on the table.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Now you lift those palms off that turtle
         shell table top, Bartholomew gonna let
         loose with both barrels of that sawed off.
         There's been a lotta lies said around this
         table tonight-but that.. .you can believe.
                        (BEAT)
         Mr.Moguy, would you be so kind as to collect
         the pistols hangin' on those boys'hips?
         Mr.Moguy does.
         Holding the hammer in his hand, Candie continues to hold court.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Now where were we? Oh yes, I do believe you
         were just getting ready to make me a
         proposition to buy Broomhilda. Right?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Right.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (YELLING TO
                        STEPHEN)
         Stephen! Bring out Hildi!





         Ix?
         Stephen enters the dining room through the kitchen door, holding
         roughly in his grip, Broomhilda. He holds a small Derringer pistol
         against the side of her head.
         Django and Schultz react.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Now it should be quite clear by now I know
         you're not here to buy no mandingos.
         Reason y'all came to Candyland, is y'all
         want Broomhilda. But y'all don't want me
         to know how much you want 'er. So instead,
         you waste my time with all this Eskimo Joe
         horseshit.
                        (TO STEPHEN)
         Stephen, put her in that chair.
         Stephen sits the young lady down in Moguy's old chair.
         With their palms against the table, unarmed, Django and Schultz
         silently watch Candie's next move.
         Candie, still holding the hammer, continues.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Now the way I see it, ain't nothin' changed..
         You still wanna buy a nigger, I still wanna
         sell one. So, with that in mind, in Greenville,
         Dr.Schultz, you yourself said, "For the Right
         Nigger you'd be willing to pay what some would
         consider a ridiculous amount." To which, me
         myself said, "What is your definition of
         ridiculous?" To which you said, "Twelve
         thousand dollars."
         Now considering you two have ridden a whole
         lotta miles, went to a whole lotta trouble,
         and done spread a whole lotta bull, to
         purchase the lovely lady to my left, it would
         appear that Broomhilda is, "The Right Nigger."
         And if y'all wanna leave Candyland with
         Broomhilda, the price is twelve thousand dollars.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I take it you prefer the take it or leave
         it style of negotiating.
         Candie continuing to hold the hammer continues.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Under the laws of Chickasaw County,
         Broomhilda is my property. And I can do
         anything with my property I so desire.
         He brings the big hammer down hard on the dinner table, making
         everybody jump.





                        IN
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         And if you think my price for this nigger
         is too steep, what I'm gonna desire to do
         is, take this hammer and beat her ass to
         death with it. Right in front of both y'all.
         He SMASHES the arm rest of the chair Broomhilda's sitting in.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Put up or shut up, Schultz. You wanna save
         this nigger bitch, you gonna pay my price.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         May I lift my hands from the table top in
         order to remove my billfold?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Yes you may.
         Dr.Schultz removes his long brown leather billfold from his gray suit
         jacket, and says;,
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Easy come, easy go.
         He slides the billfold down the table to Candie. The plantation owner
         takes out the money, does a quick count, then looks down the table at
         the seated Schultz, and says;
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Pleasure doin' business with you.
                        TIME CUT
         INT - DINING ROOM (BIG HOUSE) - NIGHT
         INSERT: Calvin signing over Broomhilda's BILL OF SALE.
         .Moguy signs as a witness.
         Broomhilda stands next to Django, and watches her Master sign her
         freedom papers.
         Dr.Schultz sits off by himself. He's very disturbed.
         All the white people with Calvin Candie are happy and celebrate
         Candie's successes with glasses of Brandy. Lara Lee, Ace Woody, and
         Brown and Cody have joined the' celebration.
         For an experienced horsetrader, the just concluded transaction is a
         thing of legend. He just sold a Pony, with a tore up back, and a
         runaway "r" burned in her cheek - ain't worth five hundred
         dollars- for twelve thousand.





         Stephen smiles and laughs it up with everybody else.
         The Other domestics bring out little plates of rhubarb pie, and buzz
         around pouring coffee for the white people.
         Candie walks over to the seated Schultz, he carries a small plate of
         rhubarb pie with him.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
                        (TO SCHULTZ)
         Rhubarb pie?
         Schultz looks at the pie and the man.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         No.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Are you brooding 'bout me getting the best
         of ya?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Actually, I was thinking of that poor
         devil you fed to the dogs today, D'Artagnan.
         And I was wondering what Dumas would make of
         all this.
         Calvin hands the doctor the two pieces of paper he needs. Broomhilda's
         bill of sale, and her freedom papers. As he says the following he
         examines he papers.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Dumas...?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Alexander Dumas. He wrote "The Three Musketeers."
         I figured you must be an admirer. You named
         your slave after that novel's lead character.
         If Alexander Dumas had been there today, I
         wonder what he would of made of it?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You doubt he'd approve?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Yes his approval would be a dubious proposition
         at best.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Soft hearted Frenchy?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Alexander Dumas is black.





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         Schultz rises, puts the papers in his back pocket, .looks to his two
         companions, Django and Broomhilda, and says;
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         We got it, let's go.
                        (TO CANDIE)
         Normally Monsieur Candie, I would say,
         auf wiedersehen. But since what auf wiedersehen
         actually means is, till I see you again,
         and since I never wish to see you again,
         to you sir, I say, goodbye.
         Schultz begins to cross the room towards the exit.
         When Calvin says to the German's back;
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         One more moment, Doc!
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         What?
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         It's a custom here in the South, once a
         business deal is concluded, for the two
         parties to shake hands. It implies good
         faith.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         I'm not from the South.
         He turns to leave.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You're in my house, doctor, I'm afraid
         I must insist.
         This turns Schultz around.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Insist what...? That I shake your hand
         before I leave? Then I'm afraid I must
         insist in the opposite direction.
         Calvin walks closer to the German doctor.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         You know what I think you are?
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         What you think I am? No I don't.





         1310,
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         I think you are a bad loser.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         And I think you're an abysmal winner.
                        CALVIN CANDLE
         Never the less, here in Chickasaw County
         a deal ain't done till the two parties have
         shook hands. Even after all this paper
         signin', don't mean shit you don't shake my hand.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         If I don't shake your hand, you're gonna throw
         away twelve thousand dollars...?
         I don't think so.
         Schultz looks to Django and Broomhilda.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Let's go.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         Bartholomew, if she tries to leave here
         before this German shakes my hand.
         Cut 'er down.
         Schultz looks to Django... . then to Candle..
         .and then with a smile on his face, and a twinkle in his eye, asks
                        CANDLE;
         Dr.SCHULTZ.
         You really want me to shake your hand?
         Django gets it.
                        CALVIN CANDIE
         I insist.
                        DR
         -Schultz smiles.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
         Well, if you insist.
         Django goes to stop him...





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         The German crosses toward Candie, offering him his hand...
         Candie offers his hand to Schultz...
         The small DERRINGER POPS into Schultz's outstretched hand...
         POP!
         He SHOOTS CALVIN CANDIE in the heart.
         Candie has a look of shock as blood explodes from his heart, and he
         falls to the floor.
         Everybody is stunned.
         Schultz looks to Django.
         Django looks back.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (TO DJANGO)
         I'm sorry. I couldn't resist.
         Dr.SCHULTZ is BLOWN APART by Bartholomew's SAWED OFF SHOTGUN.
         The room comes to its senses and attacks Django and Broomhilda.
         FADE TO BLACK





         We FADE UP FROM BLACK to see:
         The soles of Django's bare feet. A rope is tied around the ankles, and
         it's obvious he's been strung up, upside down.
         The CAMERA moves down his naked body, down his legs (we see his wrists
         are'bound with ropes to his thigh), down his bare buttocks, down his
         whip scarred back, to the back of his head which hovers just about
         three inches from the barn yard wooden floor.
         INT - BARN - AFTERNOON
         Eight year old stable boy, Timmy, wipes the unconscious Django's face
         with a wet rag. They are all alone in the barn.
         Django begins to come to ...
                        TIMMY
                        (SHHH'S HIM)
         Act like you still sleepin'.
                        DJANGO
         Where's Broomhilda?
                        TIMMY
         Who?
                        DJANGO
         Hildi, the slave girl that ran away a
         couple of days ago. They had her in The
         Hot Box.
                        TIMMY
         I don't know 'bout no girl.
                        DJANGO
         How 'bout that German white man I came
         here with?
                        TIMMY
         Oh he's dead. His body's over there.
         Django twists upside down on the rope, and sees the corpse of his
         friend King Schultz dead on the filthy barn yard floor. The sight of
         the lifeless carcass of the doctor fills Django with pain and anger.
         Just then head overseer Ace Woody walks in the barn.
         Upon seeing Ace, Timmy hightails it out of there, Ace throws an empty
         bucket at the fleeing boy.
                        ACE WOODY
         Git on outta here, boy!





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         Django, slightly..swaying to and fro from the rope, looks upside down
         at Ace Woody, all dressed up in a black suit with a string tie, which
         makes him look a bit like Wyatt Earp.
                        ACE WOODY
         So y'all bounty hunters,.huh?
         Django thinks, "How does he know?"
                        ACE WOODY
         I knew there was something fishy 'bout, y'all.
         We found your wanted posters and book of figures
         in your saddle bags. I gotta say, ain't never
         heard of no black bounty hunter before. A black
         boy paid to kill white men? How did ya like that
         line of work?
         Django retorts, upside down.
                        DJANGO
         Well, it turns out I was a natural.
         Ace woody laughs.
                        ACE WOODY
         Boy, people 'round here are cross wit you.
         Ace Woody pulls up a tiny milking stool, and sits down on it, a body
         length from the hanging man.
                        ACE WOODY
         See Boss Man was a rather beloved figure
         'round here. Now he's dead as fried chicken,
         everyone 'round here blames you.
         Ace Woody opens his black suit jacket, we see not only does he wear a
         gun and holster around his waist, he carries a HUGE BOWIE KNIFE ina
         shoulder holster. He removes the big blade from its sheath.
                        ACE WOODY
         Yep, Boss Man's gone. Poor Calvin. Poor
         goddamn Calvin. We're burnin' him in a few
         hours. At sunset. Should be real pretty.
         However ... . I don't think you're gonna be
         able to attend.
         Ace takes the Bowie Knife and THROWS IT...
         . IT LANDS stuck in the wooden barn yard floor, four inches from
         Django's face.
         Ace Woody slowly rises up from the tiny milking stool, and slowly walks
         the length of the floor between him and Django, pulls the blade out of
         the floor, and walks back to his stool, and sits back down.
         As he does this, he says;





                        ACE WOODY
         Now I understand you didn't really have
         nuttin' to do wit it. It's that German
         sunbitch the trouble maker. You just wanted
         to git your girl, and hightail your nigger
         asses outta here. Now I appreciate that.
         But grieving folks 'round here need someone
         to blame. And I guess they figure if you
         hadn't brought your black ass 'round here
         in the first place, Boss Man still be alive.
         And you know what, they got a point.
         He THROWS the knife again...
         .this time IT LANDS in the floor two inches from Django's face.
         He walks the same path from the knife and back to the tiny stool.
         As he does he says;
                        ACE WOODY
         Now when it comes to making a nigger regret
         the error of his ways, believe me when I.
         tell you, I know every goddamn trick in the
         book. Now there's a lotta ass busters out
         there try an' git creative with the way they
         bust ass. But me... .I always found the best
         methods are, tried and true.
         He THROWS the knife again...
         Django JERKS his head back ...
         .and the knife LANDS in the floor, right where Django's head was.
         Ace Woody stands up, walks the floor to the Bowie, yanks it out of the
         wood., and straightens up, standing right beside the hanging upside down
         naked black man. Ace talks confidentially to the bound man at his
         mercy.
                        ACE WOODY
         You know Blackie, here at Candyland, I had
         me a real sweet deal. These last eleven years
         training Calvin's mandingos I made me more
         money I made my whole goddamn life.
         And no end in sight, neither.
                        (BEAT)
         Then you came along. Knocked me right off
         that perch I was sittin' pretty on. You think
         Miss Lara gonna be as.interested in
         mandingos as her brother?
         Uuummmm...I don't think so. What I think,
         is you done fucked up my good thang.
         So when it comes to you, Django boy, you
         could say I gotta axe to grind.





                        IJS
         He grabs a handfull of Django's genitals in his fist. He takes his big
         Bowie, and places the razor sharp BLADE against Django's nut sack.
         Django dances at the end of the rope like live bait on a fishing pole.
                        ACE WOODY
         How's the blade of that Bowie feel against
         your ball sack, Blackie? A Bowie right off
         the wet stone. Now that's what I call sharp.
         Django dances some more ...
                        ACE WOODY
         Yep nigger, I'm gonna snip them nuts.
                        (BREATH)
         On the count of three.
                        DJANGO SCREAMS:
                        DJANGO
         NO!!!!
                        ACE WOODY
         ONE ...
                        DJANGO
         NO DON'T DO IT!!!!!
                        ACE WOODY
         Got to do it, boy. TWO...
                        DJANGO
         NO!!!! !
         Just then Stephen appears in the entrance of the barn/blacksmith
         facility. He's holding Django's clothes in a bundle under his arm.
                        STEPHEN
         Cap't, Miss Lara lookin' for you. She wanna
         talk about the Old Man's funeral.
         Oh, and she changed her mind 'bout snippin'
         Django. She gonna give 'em to the LeQuint
         Dickey people.
         While still keeping a firm grip on Django's'junk, Ace Woody says;
                        ACE WOODY
         Well she didn't waste a minute tellin' me.
         Ace Woody looks down at Django, both men get over the aborted emotion
         of what almost happened.
                        ACE WOODY
                        (TO DJANGO)
         How disappointing.





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                        ACE WOODY
                        (TO STEPHEN)
         Where she at?
                        STEPHEN
         She in the big house. The kitchen.
         Ace turns to leave, Stephen goes over to a big fiery furnace in the
         blacksmith barn, and begins poking a LONG POKER which lies buried in
         the fire.
         Django's clothes are dumped by the furnace.
                        ACE WOODY
         You gonna look after our friend?
         As, he plays with the poker in the fire, he says;
                        STEPHEN
         Oh yes sirree Bob, you know I am!
         01' Snowball and a certain naked ass
         upside down nigger we both know, gonna
         have us a big of chat.
         He removes the big black poker from the furnaces fire, it's RED HOT END
         GLOWS ORANGE.
                        STEPHEN
         Snowballs just makin' sure his talking
         stick is all nice and FROSTY.
         Ace Woody chuckles to himself as he exits the barn.
         Just Stephen with a red hot poker, and naked, bound upside down Django,
         alone.
         With the red hot poker in his hand Snowball approaches the naked
         hanging Django.
                        STEPHEN
         I bet you an' that German thought y'all was
         on easy street for awhile - didn't ya?
         Y'all track Hildi to the Old Man.
         You get the idea to go to Greenville -
         look up the Ole Man there.
                        (BREATH)
         That was a good idea. I bet y'all couldn't
         believe how easy it was. You meet Moguy, he
         buys your horseshit. Ya' git your ass invited
         to Candyland, no fuss no muss. Ya' ride the
         whole way to the plantation, no one the wiser.
         Then ya' ride in to Candyland - ride your
         goddamn horses right up to the motherfucking
         Big House.





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                        STEPHEN
                        (BEAT)
         And that's where you met me. And that's when
         you knew your goose was cooked.
         He TOUCHES Django's NIPPLE with the ORANGE HOT TIP of the poker.
         Unlike a lot of movie hero's, Django doesn't take torture silently and
         stoically. This shit fucking hurts, so you best believe he screams his
         fucking ass off, and twists in agony when he gets touched by the orange
         tip of that red hot poker.
                        STEPHEN
         Now that fancy talkin' white man of yours
         didn't know what's what. He still thought his
         ass hadda chance. But like the One-Eyed Charly
         you are, you always know the end is near
         'fore the white folks.
         With the ORANGE HOT poker, he BURNS OFF Django's other NIPPLE.
         The smell of burned flesh smokes in the air. Stephen makes a show of
         breathing it in his nostrils.
                        STEPHEN
         Damn Nigger, you smell good.
         He walks behind Django with the poker.
                        STEPHEN
         You know, when you was sittin' on that feather
         bed in the quest room in the Big House -
         After you slapped my ass to the floor
         You were sayin' something 'bout my BARE BLACK
         ass, and how you were gonna BUST IT.
         Remember that, Bright Boy?
         He places the HOT ORANGE END OF THE POKER hard against Django's BARE
         buttocks.
         Django SCREAMS!
         Stephen LAUGHS.
         Stephen walks away and sticks the poker back in the fire. He goes
         through Django's clothes and pulls out his tan pants. He tosses them on
         the floor by the hanging man.
                        STEPHEN
         You leavin', that's what you can take
         with you.
         Stephen walks over to the hanging upside down man, and as he talks to
         him, he begins fondling Django's genitals.





                        I31
                        STEPHEN
         Now you were quite the topic of conversation
         for the last few hours. Seemed like folks
         never had a bright idea in their life, was
         comin' up with different ways to kill your
         ASS. Now most of 'dem ideas involved fuckin
         wit your fun parts. But while that might SEEM
         like a good idea. Truth is, once ya snip a
         niggers nuts, most bleed out. Then I say;
         "Hells bells, the niggers we send to LeQuint
         Dickey, got it worse then that." Then they're,
         "Let's whip 'em to death," "Throw 'em to the
         mandingos," "Feed 'em to Stonesipher's dogs."
         And then I say, "What's so special 'bout that?
         We do that shit all the time. Hells bells,
         the niggers we send to LeQuint Dickey got it
         worse then that."
         He stops massaging Django's balls.
                        STEPHEN
         So Miss Lara got the bright idea of givin'
         your ass to The LeQuint Dickey Mining Company.
         And as a slave of The LeQuint Dickey Mining
         Company, hence forth, till the day you die,
         you will be swinging a sledgehammer, all day,
         every day, turning big rocks into little rocks.
         And trust me when I tell you it's gonna be
         'bout as much fun as it sounds. We sell 'em
         the mandingos ain't good for nuttin' no more.
         Like them three y'all came back with. For them
         big garboons we get twenty a piece. They last
         'bout six months. Skinny nigger like you,
         I give two or three.
         Stephen turns to leave.
                        DJANGO
         Where's Broomhilda?
                        STEPHEN
         She's all right for now. Miss Lara
         soft hearted on 'er. She gave her
         to Billy Crash. He was sweet on 'er.
         Now Billy Crash might not look or
         smell too good, but ain't nobody
         gonna bother her.
         Stephen limps away.
                        CUT TO





                        137
         EXT - CANDYLAND - AFTERNOON
         The Caravan coming from The LeQuint Dickey Mining Company comes riding
         up to the plantation. It comes equipped with one CAGE WAGON (from a
         prison), ONE white trash PECKAWOOD named FLOYD to drive the wagon, a
         2nd white trash PECKAWOOD named ROY to ride lead horse, and a white
         trash PECKAWOOD named JANO to bring up the rear riding horses ass, plus
         a pack horse that carries dynamite for the mine.
         The three peckawoods, who all talk with thick Australian accents, have
         stopped the caravan and are having a powwow.
                        ROY
         It's chaos 'round here. Some bastard shot
         the big boss. Let's git the niggers and
         git out.
         The Three mandingos who weren't sold in Greenville, Rodney, Chicken
         Charly, and Chester are walked to the wagon by overseers Tommy Giles.
         and Broomhilda's new owner Billy Crash. All three slaves carry the
         bundles of personal belongings they've had since Greenville. Chester
         wears a hat, and Chicken Charly has a corncob pipe in his mouth.
         The wagon driver, Floyd, approaches them.
                        FLOYD
         You blacks line up.
         They do.
                        FLOYD
         What's your names?
                        CHESTER
         Chester.
                        CHICKEN CHARLY
         Chicken Charly.
                        RODNEY
         Rodney.
                        FLOYD
         I'm.Floyd, this is Roy, and that's Jano.
                        (POINTING AT
                        CHESTER'S BUNDLE)
         What's that?
                        CHESTER
         It's my stuff.
                        FLOYD
         Throw it in the dirt.





                        1 40
         All three throw their only belongings in the dirt. Floyd takes the'hat
         off of Chester's head and sails it away. As well as ripping the
         corncob pipe out of Chicken Charly's mouth and tossing it in the dirt.
                        FLOYD
         (to Chicken Charly)
         You won't be doin' much smokin' mate.
         (to all three)
         You are now the property of The LeQuint
         Dickey Mining Company. Git in the cage.
         This is going to be worse then the three even thought. They climb into
         the cage wagon. Floyd locks it behind them.
         Roy, the head Aussie, pays Billy Crash for the slaves, when we hear Ace
         Woody call out;
         ACE WOODY (OS)
         Hold on, we got another hammer swinger
         for ya.
         Ace Woody comes walking out of the barn with Django, shirtless and
         barefoot (just like we met him at beginning of the story), wearing his
         old tan pants, and his wrists bound by a rope.
                        ROY
         We can't use that skinny bastard.
                        ACE WOODY
         We got an arraignment with Mr.Dickey to take
         punishment niggers from time to time.
                        ROY
         No one tole' me 'bout no arraignment.
                        ACE WOODY
         Well if Mr.Dickey ain't takin' you into his
         confidence, I'm sure I don't know why.
                        ROY
         Look, no one tole' me 'bout -
                        ACE WOODY
         - No, you look peckawood, this nigger got Boss
         Candie killed. And we want his ass punished.
         Now I know you need our bucks. So.unless you
         wanna ride back to the mine, and tell Mr.Dickey
         how and why you fucked up our nice little
         business relationship, take this nigger and
         hush up about it!
                        ROY
         Fine, stick 'em in the goddamn cage.





                        "H
         Django sees the three mandingos in the cage. They see him too.
         Django stops Ace Woody.
                        DJANGO
         Whoa whoa whoa, you can't put me in there
         with them. They'll kill me. What about all
         that -turning big rocks into little rocks-
         shit y'all was. talkin' about? I mean that was
         the idea ain't it? You put me in there with
         them big ass garboons they kill me on the way.
         I mean if that's the idea, that's the idea,
         but I didn't think that was the idea.
         Ace knows he's right, so he turns to Roy and Floyd.
                        ACE WOODY
         He can't go in there with them.
                        FLOYD
         Why not?
                        ACE WOODY
         They'll kill him.
                        FLOYD
         I don't give a damn.
                        ACE WOODY
         Well we do! He killed the fuckin Boss Man,
         we want the mine to grind him to gravel!
                        ROY
         Jano, you're riclin' horses ass, you take this
         black and make sure he keeps up.
                        JANO
         Oh, I'll keep 'em up.
         Jano takes the rope tired around Django's wrists.and ties the other end
         around his saddle horn.
         The LeQuint Dickey Mining Company caravan leaves Candyland.
         EXT - MISSISSIPPI COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
         The Caravan makes its way down a dirt road in pretty Chickasaw County.
         Stoic Roy riding lead horse, Floyd driving the cage wagon, Rodney,
         Chester, and Chicken Charly bouncing around inside the cage wagon, Jano
         riding horses ass, and Django being led on foot behind him.





                        J42
                        DJANGO
                        (TO JANO)
         Hey boy!
         Jano ignores him.
                        DJANGO
         I said, hey white boy!
                        JANO
         Keep your mouth shut black, you ain't got
         nothing to say I wanna hear.
                        DJANGO
         What's he pay you?
                        JANO
         Who?
                        DJANGO
         LeQuint Dickey?
                        JANO
         You gotta few more things to worry about
         black boy, then what I get paid.
                        DJANGO
         I ain't worried about it. I'm just curious.
         I mean, I'm the property of The LeQuint Dickey
         Mining Company, ain't I?
                        JANO
         Yeah.
                        DJANGO
         And you work for The LeQuint Dickey Mining
         Company, dont'cha?
                        JANO
         Yeah?
                        DJANGO
         Well, I know how much I'm gettin' paid,
         how much you gettin' paid? I mean like
         for instance, how much you gettin' paid
         for today?
                        JANO
         Look black, it don't work like that. Dickey
         paid for our passage from Australia to here.
         We get a little money to send back home, and
         pay him back for the boat trip.





                        I"
                        DJANGO
         How long you been here?
                        JANO
         'bout two years.
                        DJANGO
         And you ain't paid him back yet?
                        JANO
                        (DEFENSIVELY)
         No, not yet!
                        DJANGO
                        (LAUGHS)
         You a slave too, peckawood. They just bought
         your ass for the price of a boat ride.
         At least they didn't charge us for our boat
         ride ... . ha ha ha ha...
                        JANO
                        (YELLING)
         You shut up!
         Jano's hand grabs his riding crop, and he brings it up to strike
         Django, when the black man says to him;
                        DJANGO
         How'd you like to make eleven thousand
         dollars?
                        JANO
         What?
         Django steps closer to him.
                        DJANGO
         How would you like to make eleven thousand
         dollars -- eleven thousand five hundred,
         actually?
         Roy, in the lead, yells back to Jano;
                        ROY
         Goddamit Jano, stop fuckin with that black,
         and keep up!
                        DJANGO
         Keep riding, just ride slower.
         They move forward, with Django walking beside Jano on his horse.





                        R44
                        DJANGO
         Back at that plantation Candyland, there
         was an eleven thousand five hundred dollar
         fortune just sittin there, and y'all rode
         right past it.
                        JANO
         You be damned, blackie. We're not bandits.
                        DJANGO
         That's what's nice about this fortune, it's
         not illegal. You can't steal it, ya gotta
         earn it.
                        JANO
         If you got something to say, say it.
                        DJANGO
         The eleven thousand five hundred dollar fortune
         waiting for you back at Candyland, is in the
         form of a wanted dead or alive bounty on
         Smitty Bacall and the Smitty Bacall Gang.
                        JANO
         Who the fuck is Smitty Bacall?
                        DJANGO
         Smitty Bacall is the leader of a murdering
         gang of stagecoach robbers, The Bacall Gang.
         There's a seven thousand dollar dead or alive
         bounty on him. And one thousand five hundred
         dollars for each of his three accomplices,
         Dandy Michaels, Gerald Nash, and Crazy Craig Koons.
         And all four of them gentlemen are sittin back
         there at Candyland...laughin their ass off...
         cause they just got away with murder.
                        (BEAT)
         But it don't hafta be that way. You and your
         mates could get that money.
                        JANO
         Who pays the money?
                        DJANGO
         The Court.
                        JANO
         The Court?
                        DJANGO
         The Austin Texas Courthouse. Oh, and by
         the way, the court don't give a damn about
         how you kill 'em. You can shoot 'em in the
         back, from up on a hill, in the back of
         the head, in their sleep - don't matter.
                        (CON'T)





                        DJANGO
                        (CON'T)
         Court doesn't care how you do it, just as
         long as you do it.
                        JANO
         They.pay us to kill 'em?
                        DJANGO
         No. You kill 'em, and they payyou for the
         corpse. Get it?
                        JANO
         I think so... . what did these jokers do again?
                        DJANGO
         Killed innocent people in a stagecoach
         robbery. I've got the handbill in my pocket.
         Django digs into his tan pants and pulls out the folded up Smitty
         Bacall handbill that Dr.Schultz told him to hang on to for good luck.
         He hands it to Jano.
                        JANO
         What's this?
                        DJANGO
         I told you, it's the handbill for Smitty
         Bacall and The Bacall Gang.
         Jano looks at the handbill.
                        DJANGO
         Whatsamatter, can't you read?
                        JANO
         I can read, I just don't have my glasses.
         I didn't take 'em with me, because I didn't
         think I'd be doin much readin' on a nigger run.
                        DJANGO
         What about that cowboy fella in the lead?
                        JANO
         Roy?
                        DJANGO
         Can Roy read?
                        JANO
         Look, get it straight black, I can fuckin
         read. I just don't got my glasses.
                        CUT TO





                        146
         EXT -- BEAUTIFUL MISSISSIPPI COUNTRY TABLEAUX at DUSK
         The LeQuint Dickey Mining Co. Caravan has stopped, and pulled over to
         the side of the road.
         IN THE CAGE
         Rodney, Chicken Charly, and Chester sit in the cage, and watch through
         the bars this new turn of events without any.clear comprehension of
         what they're watching.
         What the three caged men are watching is the three Australian mining
         company employees and Django, off in the distance (where they can't
         hear what they're saying), having some sort of a discussion. That
         includes the still bound by the wrists Django showing the three men a
         piece of paper.
         INSERT: SMITTY BACALL'S WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE HANDBILL
         Roy holds it in his hand as he reads and Django talks.
                        DJANGO
         I ain't no goddamn slave. Do I sound-like
         a fuckin slave? I'm a bounty hunter.
         Yesterday as a free man, I rode into
         Candyland on a horse with my white German
         partner, Dr.King Schultz. We'd tracked The
         Bacall Gang from Texas all the way to
         Chickasaw County. Found them laying low at
         Candyland. We went in to get 'em, things
         went sour. My partner was killed, and Calvin
         Candie was shot. Everybody there decided to
         blame me, so here I am.
                        (TO ROY)
         You know I'm not on the manifest? All of you
         know I'm not suppose to be on this trip.
         But those four men, are still back there.
         They're still wanted. And that eleven thousand
         five hundred is still up for grabs. And the
         last thing they'd expect is y'all rid.in back
         and gittin it.
         Django is damn convincing.
                        ROY
         What's your deal? You tell us who they are
         and we let ya go?
                        DJANGO
         I ain't tellin' who they are. But, you give
         me a pistol, and a horse, and five hundred
         dollars of that eleven thousand five hundred,
         and I'll point 'em out to you.
         He's got these greedy sonsabitches right on the hook...he just needs
         one little push.





                        1Q7
                        DJANGO
         Y'all wanna ask somebody if I'm tellin the
         truth, ask them mandingos. You can't put
         me in the same cage with them without them
         killin me. Why ya think that is? Ask them
         .am I a Candyland slave, or did I ride in
         there on a horse, with a white man, yesterday?
                        CUT TO
         ROY AND FLOYD
         go to the Cage Wagon to talk with the three mandingos. As they walk,
         Roy continues to study the handbill.
                        ROY
                        (READING ALOUD)
         "Wanted, dead or alive. Smitty Bacall and
         The Bacall Gang. For murder and stagecoach
         robbery. Seven thousand dollars for Bacall.
         One thousand five hundred dollars for each
         of his gang members... ." This is a real handbill.
                        FLOYD
         Just because the handbill's real doesn't
         mean that other bunch of malarky.is.
                        ROY
         Why would a nigger slave have a wanted dead
         or alive handbill in his pocket?
         Floyd doesn't have an answer for that one.
                        ROY
         That black's damn convincing.
         They get to The Cage O'Men. Roy startles them with a direct question;
                        ROY
         (pointing, behind
         him, at Django)
         That black ride into Candyland yesterday?
         The Caged Men don't know what they're suppose to say.
         Roy removes the pistol from his belt, cocks back the hammer and points
         the barrel at the cage.
                        ROY
         I'm gonna ask again, and remember I don't
         like liars. Is he a Candyland slave, or did
         he ride in with a white man yesterday?





                        CHESTER
         Yeah. They walked us from the Greenville
         Auction and he rode on a horse with a
         white man.
                        ROY
         This white man, was the black his slave?
                        RODNEY
         He weren't no slave.
                        FLOYD
         You sure about that?
                        RODNEY
         Damn sure.
         Roy starts taking the possibility of an eleven thousand dollar windfall
         seriously.
                        ROY
         What happened at Candyland?
                        CHICKEN CHARLY
         Bunch of shootin, master got shot.
                        ROY
         Who shot 'em?
                        CHICKEN CHARLY
         The German.
                        ROY
         And why did he do that?
                        CHICKEN CHARLY
         The nigger and the German were actin as if they
         were slavers, but they weren't.
                        ROY
         What were they?
                        RODNEY
         Bounty hunters.
         Floyd is starting to get convinced.
                        FLOYD
         Goddamn Roy, this could be big.
         (to the Slaves)
         Do you know who Smitty Bacall is?





         !Y,
                        ROY
         (barking at Floyd)
         They wouldn't go by their outlaw names
         you idiot!
                        CUT TO
         Roy and Floyd walk back to Django and Jano.
                        ROY
         Okay black, you gotta deal.
         Jano reacts.
                        DJANGO
         I got one more condition.
                        ROY
         What?
                        DJANGO
         When we get there, when the time comes,
         you let me help you kill 'em.
         Roy whips out a big knife, and cuts the rope around Django's wrists.
                        ROY
                        (LAUGHING)
         You got a deal, black.
         Django interrupts -
                        DJANGO
         You gotta deal, mate.
         Roy really laughs this time. As does Django and the other two Aussies.
                        ROY
         You're all right for a black fella!
                        THE CAGE
         Rodney, Chicken Charly, and Chester watch the sight of the white men
         cutting the ropes that bound the black man's wrists, as well as them
         all sharing a laugh, with wonderment. "Who is this Nigger?"
         BACK WITH THE LAUGHING QUARTET
                        ROY
         We'll give you that pack horse.
                        DJANGO
         What's them saddle bags filled with?
                        FLOYD
         Dynamite.





         !so
                        DJANGO
         I.ain't ridin no horse with no goddamn
         dynamite on his back!
                        ROY
                        (CHUCKLE CHUCKLE)
         Yeah, I can see why. Jano take those sticks
         off that horse, and stick 'em in the nigger
         cage.
          Jano does this, lifting two out of four bags filled with dynamite off
          the pack horse, and walking to the cage wagon, unlocking ' the cage door,
          and placing the bags inside. The Black Men in the cage don't like this
         at all.
         Jano removes the last of the dynamite filled saddle bags from Django's
         horse, throws them over his shoulders, and begins walking back to The
         Cage Wagon.
         Django moves to his new pack horse, and says;
                        DJANGO
         Where's my pistol?
                        ROY
         Floyd, you got that rifle on the wagon, give
         'em your gun and your belt.
         Floyd unbuckles his gun belt, gun and all, folds it up, and walks over
         to Django handing it to him. Django accepts it.
         About the pistol, Floyd tells Django;
                        FLOYD
         Now don't drop it now. I just had the sights
         fixed last month, it's perfect.
         Django holding the gunbelt in his hand.
                        DJANGO
         That's good to know.
         Without taking the pistol out of the gunbelt, DJANGO SHOOTS FLOYD TWICE
         in the chest...
         Roy turns around...
         Django takes the gun out of the holster...
         . BAM...ROY is HIT in the UPPER BRAIN AREA and falls to the grass
         dead.
         Jano goes for the gun on his hip.
         Django SHOOTS ONE OF THE SADDLE BAGS over.Jano's shoulder...KAHBOOM!!!!!





         Jano is BLOWN TO SMITHEREENS...
         The KAHBOOM knocks Django on his ass...
         The CAGE WAGON
         Rodney, Chester, and Chicken Charlie come down from the shock of the
         blast. The image outside the bars of their cage is of DUST and SMOKE in
         the air, obscuring all visibility...
         THEN ...
         A sudden GUST OF WIND comes and BLOWS all the smoke and dust away,
         REVEALING in bright color focus...
         .DJANGO standing among the two dead Aussies, and whatever is left of
         Jano.
         He's shoeless and shirtless, but Floyd's pistol and gunbelt sit
         wrapped around his waist.
         He locks eyes with the three men in the cage..
         He then moves towards the wagon, and unhooks the mine company beast,
         and climbs aboard him bareback.
         He leans over and snatches the RIFLE that Floyd kept on the wagon seat
         next to him.
         Grabbing a fistful of the horses mane, he digs his heels into the
         beast's side. The pack animals SPRINGS TO LIFE under the new rider. By
         now it should be apparent that Django brings the best out of horses, and
         horses bring the best out of Django.
         From his high horse Django looks down at The Three Caged Men...
         .THEN...
         Using the rifle in a QUICK ONE HANDED MOVE he SHOOTS the lock on the
         cage door.
         He looks at the three men, especially Rodney, then says;
                        DJANGO
         Throw up that dynamite.
         Rodney grabs a saddle bag full of dynamite and tosses it to Django on
         his Horse.
         Django wraps it around the Horse's neck, turns the beast around, and
         without saying another word, rides back in the direction of Candyland.
         The Three NOW FREE Mandingos, watch him ride away.
         "Who was that nigger?"
                        CUT TO





         l.rz
         A GORGEOUS BIG SKY SOUTHERN PURPLE AND ORANGE SUNSET WE PAN DOWN from
         the sky and see in small black silhouette the Funeral Procession of
         Calvin Candie carrying the Coffin of the former Master up the hill on
         'Candyland that leads to the Graveyard.
         A WHITE PREACHER walks out in front of the Procession.
         Then comes Calvin Candie's Coffin carried by eight pallbearers,
         Stephen, Moguy, Bartholomew, Ace Woody, Brown, Cody, and his best
         mandingos SAMSON and GOLDIE.
         The first mourner in line is Lara Lee dressed in a fancy black dress,
         wide brim black hat, black veil, and ever present black Mammy (Cora)
         crying at her side.
                        CORA
         The sky's real pretty Miss Lara. Monsieur
         Candie think it real nice.
                        LARA LEE
         Ah, bless you sweet innocent Cora.
         WE CROSS CUT WITH SHOTS
         of Django RIDING THE HORSE on the way back to Candyland. The bare
         backed black man riding the horse bareback, holding the RIFLE in one
         hand, a fistful of the horses mane in the other, hauling ass against a
         gorgeous SUNSET SKY, looks like an Indian.
         EXT - TRACKER SHACK/BUNKHOUSE - SUNSET
         The same GORGEOUS SUNSET SKY over the same shitty Tracker shack
         -Bunkhouse that Mr.Stonesipher and his three obscure companions share.
         The GERMAN SHEPHERDS (including Marsha) rest in the chicken wire kennel
         next to the bunkhouse.
         INT - TRACKER SHACK - SUNSET
         The FOUR TRACKERS are.missing the funeral, hanging out in the bunkhouse
         wearing their beards. Mr.Stonesipher, Lex, and Stew are playing a
         mountain card game which looks like poker, except the way you get rid of
         your cards is different. Instead of chips they play with, "NIGGER EARS"
         (yes, the ears of slaves). On a second viewing the audience may notice
         that some of the slaves at Candyland are missing one ear.
         Jake, the biggest, is off by himself, pounding nails into a small
         delicate BIRDHOUSE he's making.
         EXT - WOODS-OUTSIDE THE SHACK - SUNSET
         INSERT: HORSE HOOFS walking then stopping. Django's bare feet jump on
         to the ground.





                        IS3
         INT - DOG KENNEL - SUNSET
         The FOUR DOGS lay out... . when, Marsha hears something, and raises her
         head...
                        SHIRTLESS DJANGO
         moves quietly through the woods.
                        MARSHA
         rises to all fours, to listen and smell. out in the darkness, her three
         PALS continue to lay out.
         DJANGO BY A TREE
         he can see the bunkhouse entrance, the LONG HANDLE AXE buried in the
         chopping block, the kennel, and the one dog looking his way.
                        MARSHA
         BARK!
         The Other Three Dogs wake up, and go on alert.
         Django disappears.
         INT - TRACKER SHACK - SUNSET
         They hear the barking inside.
         Mr.STONESIPHER
         Jake!
         Jake building his birdhouse.
                        JAKE
         Yeah?
         Mr.STONESIPHER
         Check on Marsha.
         Jake, the one not playing the game, puts aside his hammer, and rises to
         check on them (these guys are very sensitive about their dogs).
         EXT - TRACKER SHACK
         As the BARKING gets louder, WE SEE A CLOSE UP of The Axe in the
         chopping block, and Django's hand REMOVING IT.
                        JAKE
         opens the bunkhouse door-he sees directly a hundred feet in front of
         him, Django standing there with the axe. Just as he reacts...
         DJANGO ... . THROWS THE AXE...
         JAKE ... . IT HITS HIM IN THE FACE.





         After letting go of the axe handle, Django RUNS FULL SPEED toward Jake.
         Before the other three have really registered what's happening, Django
         has crossed the distance, and is YANKING The Axe out of JAKE'S FACE.
         And with AXE in hand, Django chases and fights with all three trackers,
         till after a point where he's CHOPPED DOWN TWO OF THEM, Lex, and Stew,
         and now there's only Mr.Stonesipher left.
         But Mr.Stonesipher has managed to draw his gigantic BUCK KNIFE, and is
         able to fight back against Django. You know Stonesipher's great with a
         knife, plus his fighting style is like one of his dogs, attack attack
         attack.
         Django uses the axe handle in a defensive position.
         The expert Mountain Boy begins SCORING BLADE CUTS on shirtless Django.
         The two men fight until they end up losing their weapons. Then it's
         just a fight of brute strength, and survival. Mr.Stonesipher is
         physically bigger then Django. But if Django's going to save Broomhilda,
         not to mention get revenge on all these Candyland motherfuckers, he has
         to take Stonesipher's ass out.
         This Black Man who has been under the yoke of white man's domination
         all his life, and this White Man who feeds black people to dogs, fight
         each other for their life.
         Django gets his arm around Stonesipher's neck in a headlock, but the
         mountain boy is big enough to lift Django. So like a rodeo rider
         holding onto bull for dear life, Django tightens his lock around his
         opponents neck. Django gets his hand on the HAMMER Jake was building
         the birdhouse with, and BRINGS IT CRASHING DOWN ON THE TOP OF
         STONESIPHER'S HEAD.
         That weakens Stonesipher.
         He HITS HIM AGAIN IN THE HEAD.
         That drops Stonesipher to his knees.
         He HITS HIM AGAIN WITH THE HAMMER ON THE HEAD.
         That puts the mountain man down on his back.
         He HITS HIM ONE MORE TIME WITH THE HAMMER TO keep him down for good.
         The Trackers are all dead.
         Only the dogs mad barking remains.
         EXT - The FUNERAL - NIGHT
         The Funeral for Calvin Candie is underway. The Preacher reads some
         words over him.





         EXT - TRACKER SHACK - NIGHT
         Django, half naked, splattered with blood from the axe murders, steps
         out of the shack. He takes a wash basin off the window sill, and walks
         over to the WATER PUMP.
         Marsha and her three friends-continue to BARK like mad.
         He PUMPS a couple of times, and water explodes into the bowl. He
         begins washing the blood-off'of himself. As he washes, he says outloud;
                        DJANGO
         What ya doin around here, boy?
         Timmy steps from his watching place in the bushes.
                        TIMMY
         I was just walkin' by.
                        DJANGO
         Wanna help me out?
                        TIMMY
         Sure.
                        DJANGO
         My woman, Hildi, is with Billy Crash.
         You know where his shack is?
                        TIMMY
         Sure do.
                        DJANGO
         You show me?
                        TIMMY
         Will I get in trouble?
                        DJANGO
         Not by the time I get through killin'
         everybody.
         Timmy has never heard a black man talk like that. He believes him.
                        TIMMY
         I'll show ya.
         THEN ...
         Django turns towards the barking dogs. He turns back to Timmy and asks;
                        DJANGO
         You know what toadstools look like?





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                        TIMMY
         Sure do.
                        DJANGO
         Go pick me a mess of 'em.
         INSERT: TIMMY picking TOADSTOOLS (POISON MUSHROMS).
         INSERT: DJANGO stirring a big pot of BEEF STEW with a wooden spoon in
         the tracker shack.
         Timmy comes'in carrying a bunch of toadstools inside his shirt.
         Django takes the toadstools and Mr.Stonesipher's BUCK KNIFE and CHOPS
         the mushrooms into tiny pieces.
         He tosses the tiny bits of poisoned shrooms into the beefy sauce, and
         mixes it up with the spoon.
         EXT - MARSHA'S KENNEL - NIGHT
         Django throws the pot of poisoned beef stew over the top of the kennel.
         It lands on the ground with a PLOP.
         The Angry Dogs, are nevertheless', still dogs, and greedily scarf up
         the stew.
         Django watches them wolf down their ultimate agony with a smile.
                        DJANGO
         You bit your last nigger, bitch? Bite on that.
         Django lifts Timmy up on to the bare backed wagon horse.
                        DJANGO
         First things first, boy. Take me to my horse.
         EXT - FUNERAL NIGHT
         The funeral is in full melodramatic bore.
         TNT - STABLE-BLACKSMITH - NIGHT
         Timmy brings Django to the stable on the Candyland grounds. Django goes
         straight up to the stall housing Tony and says hello. Tony's happy to
         see him. Django feeds him an apple he picked along the way for him.
         He turns and sees the body of Dr.Schultz lying in a heap.
         And Schultz's horse Fritz in the stable.
                        DJANGO
         Saddle up Fritz and Tony.





         Timmy just stares.
                        DJANGO
         Now, boy!
         Timmy hops to work.
         Django bends down over the body of Dr.Schultz, he takes Broomhilda's
         bill of sale and freedom papers out of his back pocket. He also
         searches for and finds Schultz's hidden DERRINGER, he keeps it in a
         holster around his ankle.
         As Timmy saddles the horses, he asks;
                        TIMMY
         Do you feel bad for your friend?
         Django rises from the body of his friend.
                        DJANGO
         Yeah, "I do.
         As Timmy saddles the horses he says;
                        TIMMY
         I know just how ya feel. I lost a white
         friend once. He drowned in the lake.
         Django doesn't correct the difference between Dr.Schultz and a white
         friend, because there's nothing he could say to Timmy to make him
         understand.
         He goes over to his pile of clothes, which still lie next to the
         furnace. He Puts on his boots. His Green Jacket over his bare chest.
         And finally his hat.
         EXT - The FUNERAL - NIGHT
         The service is over, everybody is hugging each other and holding hands,
         and beginning to leave.
         INT - BILLY CRASH'S SHACK - NIGHT
         Billy Crash is in bed fucking Broomhilda. She doesn't wail, she doesn't
         make any whimpering sounds, but her eyes constantly water.
         As Billy's fucking her he says;
                        BILLY CRASH
         It's gonna be real nice 'round here now
         the 'ol man's gone.
                        (CON'T)





                        'SR
                        BILLY CRASH
                        (FUCKS)
         Would you stop your galdarn cryin'!
         He stops fucking in frustration
                        BROOMHILDA
         I can't.
                        BILLY CRASH
         Now girl, I'm tryin' to be nice.
                        BROOMHILDA
         I can't help it! I'm really sad!
         He hops off her and yells at her.
                        BILLY CRASH
         Well goddamit, you're a nigger! Life is sad
         for niggers! Git use to it!
                        (CALMING DOWN)
         Look you know Me, Hildi. I'm an ass buster
         from way back. But you know I've always been
         sweet on you. I don't wanna bust your ass.
         So don't make me! Now I'm gonna go shit.
         You calm down.
         He exits the shack to go the outhouse, leaving Broomhilda alone.
         WE MOVE INTO A CLOSE UP OF BROOMHILDA lying on the bed. She cries for
         Django, she cries for herself...
         .THEN...
         She HEARS an IMPACT SOUND, and a MUFFLED "Ooomph" SOUND.
         And through the spaces in the wooden planks that act as walls in Billy
         Crash's shack, she sees a figure fall to the ground.
         Then she sees another figure through the wooden planks move towards the
         front door.
                        CU BROOMHILDA
         Her face, stained with tears, watches the door.
         A soft "Knock Knock" on the door.
                        BROOMHILDA
                        (SOFTLY)
         Yes?
         The VOICE on the other side of the door, says;
         DJANGO'S VOICE (OS)
         Hey Little Trouble Maker.





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         She hops out of bed, and throws open the door...
         THERE HE IS,
         she runs into his arms.
         EXT - The FUNERAL - NIGHT
         The TWO OLD SLAVE.GRAVE DIGGERS are throwing the first shovelfuls of
         dirt on Monsieur Calvin J. Candie's coffin.
         The participants of this ritual, begin to move away from the grave. The
         funeral is a private affair, just the Candie Family Unit, some of the
         overseers, and the slaves. No one from town, except the Preacher.
         The SLAVE MOURNERS begin. to move towards their living area, all saying
         goodbye to Miss Lara. Miss Lara makes a big show of saying goodbye to
         them.
         A little cognizant of the Candie Family unit begin the walk off the
         hill back to the big house.
         EXT - BILLY CRASH'S SHACK - NIGHT
         Django with Broomhilda. Billy Crash lies dead in the B.G., Stonesipher's
         Buck Knife buried deep in his chest. He hands Broomhilda her papers.
                        DJANGO
         Here's your bill of sale, and freedom papers.
         No matter what happens to me, hold on to these
         and get out of the south.
                        BROOMHILDA
         What's gonna happen to you?
                        DJANGO
         Ain't nuttin' gonna happen to me honey,
         I'm just sayin'. Now go to the stable, little
         Timmy's got our horses .saddled. Your horse is
         named Fritz. He's a damn fine horse. Meet me
         around the side of the big house.
                        BROOMHILDA
         But what about you -
                        DJANGO
         - Don't worry about me. I'll see you, with
         Timmy and the horses, by the big house.
         He sends her on her way.
         Django looks up and sees the silhouettes of the funeral party walking
         down hill heading back for the big house.





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         EXT - The TRAIL BACK TO The BIG HOUSE - NIGHT
         The Family unit of The Late Calvin Candie and his sister Lara Lee walk
         back to The Big House for a drink. This Candie Family Unit consists of:
         LARA LEE (unarmed) in her black flowing funeral dress.
         CORA (unarmed) her mammy, walks with Miss Lara, holding her hand.
         STEPHEN. (unarmed) dressed in his fancy black velvet version of his
         normal House Nigger outfit, walks on the other side of his mistress
         Miss Lara, holding her other hand.
         ACE WOODY (armed with a gun belt.around his hip) dressed in his Wyatt
         Earp like funeral black suit, with the string tie, walks by himself.
         LEONIDE MOGUY (armed with a gun belt around his hip) walks by himself.
         BARTHOLOMEW (unarmed) dressed in his tight fitting business suit, with
         his hat, walks alone.
         BROWN and JINGLE BELLS CODY (both armed with guns on their hips) both
         dressed slightly like cowboy peacocks, walk together.
         and finally,
         SAMSON and GOLDIE (unarmed) Calvin Candie's two prized mandingos,
         wearing suits they borrowed from Bartholomew..
         This CANDIE FAMILY UNIT walk to The Big House for a few post funeral
         drinks.
         They enter the lawn in front of The Big House, and head for the front
         door.
         Broomhilda on Fritz and Timmy riding on Tony come along the side of the
         property by some shed. They see The Candie Family Unit, all dressed in
         their darkest finery, walking towards the front steps of The Big House.
         The woman and little boy stop. But the group of enemies aren't looking
         their way.
         The CANDIE FAMILY UNIT
         moves closer towards the front of The Big House...
         WHEN ...
         The front of The Big House
         EXPLODES!
         knocking the.Candie Family Unit flat on their collective asses.
         BROOMHILDA and TIMMY
         can't believe their eyes.





                        I6 I
         WOOD - STONE - PLASTER - DIRT - DUST - GLASS - SMOKE - GUNPOWDER
         hang in the air.
         The CANDIE FAMILY UNIT
         starts coming to their senses. Nobody was killed, or even seriously
         hurt (unless you count eardrums), just stunned.
         As their minds try and grasp with what just happened, their eyes look
         up from the ground, and try and see through the smoke and dust.
         The'SMOKE and DUST thins a little, and we see inside the smoke the
         mansion has been obliterated, but The Big House front steps remain.
         CUE cool MUSIC.
         STEPHEN sees something in the smoke, squints.
         ACE WOODY sees something in the smoke, squints.
         BROWN and CODY see something in the smoke, squint.
         In the SMOKE and DUST we begin to see a FIGURE, walking towards them.
         ACE WOODY squints at the FIGURE.
         MOGUY sees the.FIGURE.
         CORA attending to Miss Lara sees the FIGURE, then MISS LARA sees it.
         The FIGURE moves further out of the SMOKE and DUST.
         ACE WOODY, on the ground, his hand starts to move towards the gun
         around his waist.
         Then he sees The FIGURE.is carrying something in his left hand...
         .it's Floyd's Winchester, he raises it, and points it at Ace.
         ACE WOODY's hand moves away from his gun.
         The FIGURE steps out of the SMOKE. It's DJANGO dressed in his DJANGO
         OUTFIT.
         STEPHEN, ACE WOODY, MOGUY, LARA LEE, BARTHOLOMEW, CORA, BROWN and
         JINGLE BELLS CODY, SAMPSON or GOLDIE...Nobody can believe Django's
         standing there.
         He stands at the top of the front steps of The Big House, looking down
         at The Candie Family Unit, all lying on the front lawn, Winchester
         rifle held casually in his left hand. His right hand held casually by
         the gun on his hip.
         The CANDIE FAMILY UNIT
         all on their ass in the grass, look up at Django with a mixture of
         Wonder, Fear, and Hate.





                        ICZ
         WE MOVE INTO A ROMANTIC CLOSE UP OF BROOMHILDA
         as she watches this.
         As DJANGO looks out at the ten stunned enemies spread out on The Big
         House front lawn,. and as they look back from the grass at him.
         The black man in the cool green jacket says;
                        DJANGO
         I bet I.know what you're thinkin', Ace Woody?
         You'.re thinkin', why didn't I'cut off that
         niggers nuts when .1 had the'chance? Right?
                        ACE WOODY
         I guess I shoulda'.
                        DJANGO
         Yes you should of.
         He points the Winchester at the people spread out on the grass.
                        DJANGO
         Everybody stand up!
         It's now Django who gives the orders. They stand up quickly.
         Django, with the rifle pointing at them, just looks at The Candie
         Family Unit. Enjoying their collective hatred.
         THEN...
         He tosses the rifle away.
         Then moves his right hand by his gun belt in his holster, as he takes a
         SHOWDOWN STANCE.
         EVERYBODY realizes DJANGO's intentions.
         Even BROOMHILDA and TIMMY.
         DJANGO looks down from his position at the top of The Big House steps
         at the ten people, and says;
                        DJANGO
         All black folks, take ten steps away from
         the white folks.
         DJANGO's eyes go to STEPHEN, who looks back at him.
                        DJANGO
         Not you Stephen. You're right where you
         belong.





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         The Black Folks, Cora, Bartholomew, Samson, and Goldie begin taking ten
         steps away from the White Folks and the gunfight.
         LARA LEE can't believe Cora's leaving her.
         CORA is "I'm sorry Miss Lara, but I never did nuttin' to that nigger."
         DJANGO looks to STEPHEN, and takes Schultz's hidden Derringer out of
         his pocket.
                        DJANGO
                        (TO STEPHEN)
         Let's see if you can handle this as well
         as you can my nuts?
         He tosses the Ole Man the tiny gun.
                        DJANGO
                        (TO EVERYBODY)
         Somebody give Miss Lara a gun.
         BROWN gives LARA LEE one. of his two guns.
                        BROWN
                        (TO DJANGO)
         Can I at least cock it for her?
                        DJANGO
         Yep.
         BROWN cocks back the hammer of the peacemaker, and puts it in her hand,
         and points it towards the ground.
                        BROWN
         (to Lara Lee)
         Okay Miss Lara, keep it pointed down till
         the shootin' starts. Then bring it up as
         fast as you can.
         LARA LEE CANDIE-FITZWILLI can't come to grips with what she's.in the
         middle of, who she's facing, what's in her hand, or what's about to
         happen.
                        DJANGO
         (to the six)
         Make your play hillbillies.
         The MUSIC SWELLS.





                        16'F
         EVERYBODY, except for LARA LEE is READY:
         DJANGO ACE WOODY
                        STEPHEN MOGUY
                        BROWN CODY
                         LARA LEE
         The PEOPLE watching on the side:
         BARTHOLOMEW SAMSON BROOMHILDA
         CORA GOLDIE TIMMY
         EVERYONE'S ready, but no one wants to start this party...
         TILL...
         ACE WOODY starts to go for the gun in his holster, and STEPHEN starts
         to raise his Derringer.
         But it's no contest.
         As soon as Django saw any movement from the six in front of him,
         Floyd's Pistol was QUICKSILVER FAST in. his right hand, as his left hand
         FANNED the Pistols Hammer, SHOOTING INSTANTLY all five White People (and
         Stephen) standing in front of him.
         They all fall to grass in different ways..
         It was never any contest, they and WE (the audience) just didn't know
         HOW GOOD DJANGO was.
                        FLASH ON
         DJANGO showing off his incredible FAST DRAW and ACCURATE MARKSMANSHIP
         to Dr.Schultz.
         Dr.SCHULTZ
                        (SMILING)
         You know what they're going to call you,
         my boy? "The fastest gun in the South."
         BACK TO SHOWDOWN
         DJANGO stands on the top steps of what's left of'The Big House, looking
         down at The Candie Family Unit, who all lay dead or dying on the
         Candyland front lawn.
         The WITNESSES can't fathom what they'just witnessed.





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         All the CANDIE FAMILY UNIT lies on the grass SHOT. But some are still
         alive. We HEAR MOANING coming from LARA LEE, CODY, and MOGUY.
         DJANGO sees this.
         The Black Man reaches behind him and comes out with a DYNAMITE STICK.
         He tosses it on the grass among the bodies.
         He takes aim with his pistol; and FIRES.
         It EXPLODES.
         Finishing off what was left of the Candie Family Unit, not to mention,
         blowing the limbs off of many of them.
         The LAWN is SILENT.
         DJANGO'S PISTOL goes back in its holster.
         Django walks down the front steps of The Big House, feeling tremendous
         satisfaction in the wrath he just wroth on Candie and Co.
         He removes Dr.Schultz's tiny Derringer from Stephen's dead hand,
         putting it in his pocket. Then heads over to where Broomhilda and Timmy
         wait for him with Fritz and Tony.
         As he,walks up to Broomhilda on Fritz, he says;
                        DJANGO
         Hey Little Trouble Maker.
                        BROOMHILDA
         Hey Big Trouble Maker.
                        DJANGO
         Down, boy.
         Timmy hops off of Tony.
         Django climbs aboard Tony. He says to Broomhilda;
                        DJANGO
         I tole' you ain't nuttin' gonna happen
         to me.
                        BROOMHILDA
         Yes you did.
                        DJANGO
         Girl, you're gonna hafta start trustin' me.
                        BROOMHILDA
         I'll keep that in mind.





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         Django looks down to Timmy.
                        DJANGO
         Thanks for the help, boy.
         He reaches into his saddle bag, and pulls out an apple, and tosses it
         down to Timmy.
                        DJANGO
         That's for you. Good luck Tim.
         (he points to
         the Northern Sky)
         The North star, is that one.
         He looks to Broomhilda on Fritz.
                        DJANGO
         You gonna hafta keep up, ya know?
                        BROOMHILDA
         You won't wait for me.
                        DJANGO
         Better not.
                        BROOMHILDA
         You won't.
                        DJANGO
                        (SMILING)
         Better not.
                        BROOMHILDA
                        (SMILING)
         You won't.
         They kiss.
         Then, astride Tony, Django leaves Candyland having rescued his
         Broomhilda from her Mountain, her Ring of Hellfire, and all her
         Dragons.
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