Dr King Schultz [To slaves that had been chained to Django]
Now as to you poor devils. So as I see it, when it comes to the subject of what to do next, you gentlemen have two choices. One, when I'm gone, you lift that horse off the remaining Speck and carry him to the nearest town, which would be at least thirty seven miles back the way you came. Or two, (throws them keys) 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 part of the country. The choice is yours. (starts to ride off, stops) Oh, and on the off-chance that there are any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is that one. Tata.
Dr King 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?
AS Ace Speck
(**** rifle)
Last chance, fancy pants.
Dr Schultz Oh very well. (drops his latern and draws his revolver, shooting Ace and Dicky's horse in the head, the latter falling under the rider and crushing his leg)
Dr Schultz I'm sorry to put a bullet in your beast, but I didn't want you to do anything rash before you had a moment to come to your senses.
DS Dicky Speck
You goddamn son of a bitch! You shot Roscoe! And you killed Ace!
Dr Schultz I only shot your brother once he threatened to shoot me, and I believe I have (counts slaves) one, two, three, four, five, six, seven witness who can attest to that fact.
DS Dicky Speck
My leg's busted!
Dr Schultz (drily)
No doubt.
Dr. King Schultz [Django and Schultz walk into the saloon in Daughtrey]
Good morning, innkeeper! Two beers for two weary travelers.
SK Saloon Keeper Pete
It's still a bit early. We won't be open for another hour. By then, we'll be servin' breakfast. [sees Django] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell do you think you're doing, boy?! Get that **** out of here! [runs out of the saloon] Help! Help!
Schultz Innkeeper! Remember, get the Sheriff, not the Marshal!
Schultz Alas. Now we must act as our own bartender. Sit down, my boy. [drafts two beer mugs]
What kinda dentist are you?
Schultz [laughs]
Despite that cart I haven't practiced dentistry in five years. But these days I practice a new profession: bounty hunter. Do you know what a bounty hunter is?
Schultz Well, the way the slave trade deals in human lives for cash, a bounty hunter deals in corpses. [clicks his tongue] Hat. [Django moves his hat aside; Schultz set the two beers on the table] Prost? The state places a bounty on a man's head. I track that man, I find that man, I kill that man. After I've killed him, I transport that man's corpse back to the authorities - sometimes that's easier said than done. I show that corpse to the authorities - proving yes indeed I truly have killed him, at which point the authorities pay me the bounty. So, like slavery, it's a flesh for cash business.
Schultz It's like a reward.
You kill people? And they give you a reward?
Schultz Certain people, yeah.
Schultz Ah, badder they are, bigger the reward. Which brings me to you, and I must admit I'm at a bit of a quandary when it comes to you. On one hand I despise slavery, on the other hand I need your help. If you're not in a position to refuse, all the better. So for the time being I'm gonna make this slavery malarkey work to my benefit. Still, having said that, I feel guilty. So, I would like the two of us to enter into an agreement. I'm looking for the Brittle brothers. However in this endeavor I'm at a slight disadvantage in so far as I have no idea what they look like. But you do...don'tcha?
I know what they look like all right.
Schultz Good. So, here's my agreement. You travel with me until we find them.
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 — and, as if on cue, here comes the Sheriff.
SB Sheriff Bill Sharp
Okay, boys! Fun's over. Come on out. [Schultz and Django step outside] Alright, folks, calm down! Go about your business. These jokers will be gone soon. Now, why y'all wanna come into my town and start trouble, and scare all these nice people? You ain't got nothin' better to do than to come into Bill Sharp's town and show your ass? [Schultz advances on the sheriff and shoots him with a concealed derringer.]
P Pedestrian
What did you just do to our Sheriff? [Schultz walks around the wounded sheriff and shoots him again in the head]
Schultz [to the bartender]
Now you can get the Marshal.
MG Marshal Gill Tatum
You in the saloon! You got a hundred rifles aimed at every way outta that buildin'! You got one chance to get out of this alive! You and your **** come out right now with your hands over your head and I mean right now!
Dr. King Schultz Is this the marshal I have the pleasure of addressing?
M Marshal
Yes it is. This is U.S. Marshal Gill Tatum.
Schultz Na wunderbar, Marshal! I have relieved myself of all weapons, and just as you have instructed I am ready to step outside with my hands raised above my head! [Marshal Tatum spits out some tobacco] I trust, as a representative of the criminal justice system of the United States of America, I shan't be shot down in the street by either you or your deputies before I've had my day in court!
M Marshal
You mean like you did our Sheriff? Shot 'em down like a dog in the street!
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?
M Marshal
Well... much as we'd all enjoy seein' something like that, ain't nobody gonna cheat the hangman in my town.
Schultz Fair enough, Marshal. Here we come! [to Django] They're a little tense out there, so don't make any quick movements and let me do the talking.
M Marshal
[Schultz and Django exit the saloon, hands raised, with Schultz clutching a piece of paper]
Come ahead. You unarmed?
Schultz Yes, indeed we are. Marshal Tatum, may I address you and your deputies, and apparently the entire town of Daughtrey, as to the incident that just transpired?
Schultz My name is Dr. King Schultz. Like yourself, Marshal, I'm a servant of the court. The man lying dead in the dirt, who the good people of Daughtrey saw fit to elect as their sheriff, who went by the name of Bill Sharp, is actually a wanted outlaw by the name of Willard Peck, with a price on his head of two hundred dollars. Now that's two hundred dollars, dead or alive.
M Marshal
The hell you say!
Schultz Well I'm aware this is probably disconcerting news, but I'm willing to wager this man was elected Sheriff sometime in the past two years?
Schultz I know this because three years ago he was rustling cattle from the B.C. Corrigan Cattle Company of Lubbock, Texas. Now this [pointing at paper] is a warrant made out by Circuit Court Judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin, Texas. You're encouraged to wire him. He'll back up who I am, and who your dear departed Sheriff was. In other words, Marshal, you owe me two hundred dollars.
Dr. King Schultz Mr. Bennett, I must remind you Django is a free man. You cannot treat him like a slave. Now, within the bounds of good taste, he must be treated as an extension of myself.
Spencer 'Big Daddy' Bennett: Understood, Schultz. Betina, sugar?
Django isn't a slave. Django is a free man. You can't treat him like any of the other **** around here 'cause he ain't like any of the other **** around here. You got it?
B Betina
You want I should treat him like white folks? [Schultz nods]
No. That's not what I said.
B Betina
Then I don't know what you want, Big Daddy.
Yes, I can see that. [thinks a moment, turning to one of the enslaved house servants] Ah, what's the name of that peckerwood boy from town that works with the glass? His momma worked over at the lumber yard.
HS House Servant
Oh, you mean Jerry.
That's the boy's name. Jerry! Betina, you know Jerry. Don't you, sugar?
B Betina
Yes sir, Big Daddy.
Well, that's it then! Just treat him like you would Jerry.
LR Little Raj Brittle
[Little Raj and Big John Brittle are preparing to whip Little Jody]
Come on, now.
LJ Little Jody
No, no, please!
LR Little Raj
Come on, girlie!
LR Little Raj
Come on. Get you set up now.
BJ Big John Brittle
"And the Lord said; The fear of ye and the dread of ye shall be on every beast of the earth." [cracks his whip]
LR Little Raj
Come here now, woman!
LJ Little Jody
No, please!
LR Little Raj
You'd better give me that arm! Okay, she's ready!
BJ Big John
And after this, we'll see if you break eggs again.
John Brittle! You remember me? [shoots Big John with his concealed derringer]
I like the way you die, boy. [Big John collapses stiffly]
LR Little Raj
Goddamn son of a bitch! [fumbles his revolver]
[whipping Little Raj with Big John's whip]
Keep it funny!
[to the other slaves]
Y'all wanna see somethin? [grabs Little Raj's revolver and shoots him repeatedly]
Dr. King Schultz [entering on horseback]
Who were they?
That's Big John. That's Little Raj.
Schultz Where's Ellis?
He's the one hightailin' it across that field right now.
Schultz [aims his rifle]
You sure that's him?
Schultz Positive?
Schultz You don't know if you're positive?
I dunno what positive means.
Schultz It means you're sure.
Schultz Yes what?
Yes I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle. [Schultz fires, knocking Ellis to the ground] I'm positive he dead.
Schultz [noticing Bennett and his men approaching]
Django! [Django and Schultz drop their weapons and raise their hands] Everybody calm down. We mean no one else any harm.
Spencer 'Big Daddy' Bennett: Who are you two jokers?
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, Roger Brittle and Ellis Brittle.
They were goin' by the name Schaeffer.
Schultz You know them by the name of Schaeffer, but the butchers' real name was Brittle. These are wanted men. The law wants 'em for murder. Now, I reiterate, the warrant states dead or alive, so when Mr. Freeman and myself executed these men on sight, we were operating within our legal boundaries. I realize passions are high, but I must warn you, the penalty for taking deadly force against an officer of the court in the performance of his duty is, you'll be hung by the neck until you're dead. May I please remove the warrant from my pocket so you may examine it?
Gimme. [Schultz hands his warrant to Big Daddy]
Schultz Satisfied? May I have that back, please?
[Big Daddy returns the warrant, staring at Schultz]
Get off my land.
Schultz Post haste! [to Django] Load up the bodies as quickly as you can and let's get out of here.
How you know Brunhilde's first master's was German?
Dr. King Schultz Brunhilde is a German name. If they named her it stands to reason they'd be German.
Lots of gals where you from named Brunhilde?
Schultz Brunhilde is the name of a character in the most popular of all the German legends.
There's a story 'bout Brunhilde?
Schultz Yes there is.
Schultz Oh, every German knows that story. Would you like me to tell you? [Django nods] Well, Brunhilde was a princess. She was the daughter of Wotan, god of all gods. Anyway her father is really mad at her.
Schultz I can't exactly remember. She disobeys him in some way. So he puts her on top of a mountain.
Brunhilde's on a mountain?
Schultz It's a German legend, there's always going to be a mountain in there somewhere. And he puts a fire-breathing dragon there to guard the mountain, and he surrounds her in a circle of hellfire. And there Brunhilde shall remain unless a hero arises brave enough to save her.
Schultz Yes Django, as a matter of fact he does. A fella named Sigfried.
Schultz [nods]
Quite spectacularly so. He scales the mountain because he's not afraid of it. He slays the dragon because he's not afraid of him. And he walks through hellfire because Brunhilde's worth it.
Schultz I think I'm just starting to realize that. Look, Django, I don't doubt that one day you'll save your lady love, but I can't let you go into Greenville in a good conscience. A slave auction town in Mississippi isn't the place for you to visit, free or not it's just too dangerous. But let me ask you a question: how do you like the bounty hunting business?
Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like?
Schultz I have to admit we make a good team.
I thought you was mad at me for killin' Big John and Little Raj.
Schultz Yeah, 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?
Schultz You work with me through the winter till the snow melts. I give you a third of my bounties so we make some money this winter and when the snow melts I'll take you to Greenville myself and we'll find where they sent your wife.
Why you care what happens to me? Why you care if I find my wife?
Schultz Frankly, I've never given anybody their freedom before, and now that I have I feel vaguely responsible for you. Plus when a German meets a real-life Sigfried that's kind of a big deal. As a German I'm obliged to help you on your quest to rescue your beloved Brunhilde.
Dr. King Schultz I don't go in for sweets, thank you.
You brooding 'bout me getting the best of ya, huh?
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.
Schultz Alexander Dumas. He wrote The Three Musketeers.
Schultz I figured you must be an admirer. You named your slave after his novel's lead character. If Alexander Dumas had been there today, I wonder what he would have made of it?
You doubt he'd approve, huh?
Schultz Yes. His approval would be a dubious proposition at best.
Schultz Alexander Dumas is black.
