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?
Big Daddy 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]
Big Daddy No. That's not what I said.
B Betina
Then I don't know what you want, Big Daddy.
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.
Big Daddy That's the boy's name. Jerry! Betina, you know Jerry. Don't you, sugar?
B Betina
Yes sir, Big Daddy.
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]
[entering on horseback]
Who were they?
That's Big John. That's Little Raj.
He's the one hightailin' it across that field right now.
[aims his rifle]
You sure that's him?
You don't know if you're positive?
I dunno what positive means.
Yes I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle. [Schultz fires, knocking Ellis to the ground] I'm positive he dead.
[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?
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.
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?
Big Daddy Gimme. [Schultz hands his warrant to Big Daddy]
Satisfied? May I have that back, please?
Big Daddy [Big Daddy returns the warrant, staring at Schultz]
Get off my land.
Post haste! [to Django] Load up the bodies as quickly as you can and let's get out of here.
[Big Daddy is giving orders to a posse of men with KKK-type masks]
Spencer 'Big Daddy' Bennett: Now, unless they start shootin' first, nobody shoot 'em. That's way too simple for these jokers. We're gonna whup that **** lover to death. And I'm gonna personally strip and clip that garboon myself! [puts his bag on] Damn. I can't see ****in' shit out of this thing!
B Bradshaw
Are we ready or what?
Big Daddy Ah hold on, I'm ****in' with my eye holes! [tears his bag] Oh shit. I just made it worse!
TR Tennessee Redfish
Who made this goddamn shit?!
W Willard
Well make your own goddamn mask!
Big Daddy Look! Nobody's sayin' they don't appreciate what Jenny did.
R Redfish
Well if all I had to do was cut a hole in a bag, I coulda cut it better than this!
OB O.B.
What about you, Robert? Can you see?
R 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's movin' all over and I'm ridin' blind.
R Randy
[tearing his bag]
Shit. I just made mine worse. Anybody bring any extra bags?
T Terry
No! Nobody brought an extra bag!
D Doug
Do we have to wear 'em when we ride?
Big Daddy Oh well shitfire! If you don't wear 'em as you ride up that just defeats the purpose!
R Redfish
[ripping off his bag]
Well I can't see in this **** thing! I can't breathe in this **** thing and I can't ride in this **** thing!
W Willard
Well **** all, y'all! I'm goin' home! Ya know, I watched my wife work all day gettin' thirty bags together for you ungrateful sons of bitches, and all I can hear is criticize, criticize, criticize! [tears off his mask] From now on, don't ask me or mine for nothin'! [rides away]
Big Daddy Now look, let's not forget why we're here. We gotta kill a **** over that hill there, and we gotta make a lesson outta 'em.
R Randy
Okay I'm confused. Are the bags on or off?
R Robert
I think, we all think, the bags was a nice idea. But not pointin' any fingers, they coulda been done better. So how about no bags this time, but next time, we do the bags right, and then we go full regalia. [The crowd agrees and starts to remove the bags]
Big Daddy Wait a minute! I didn't say no bags. [Crowd stops]
R Randy
But nobody can see.
Big Daddy So?
R Randy
So it'd be nice to see.
Big Daddy Goddammit! This is a raid! I can't see! You can't see! So what? All that matters is can the ****in' horse see! That's a raid!
