Django Unchained Page #11

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EXT -- A TENNESSEE LAKE - NIGHT

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Dr.Schultz's SADDLE BAG, the doctor's hands remove THREE STICKS

/!. OF DYNAMITE from it.

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The doctor's HANDS bind the Three Sticks of Dynamite together.

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The Three Sticks are WRAPPED UP in a BRIGHT YELLOW BANDANA.

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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

n*gger 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 f***in' sh*t 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?

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SPENCER BENNETT:

Hold on I'm f***in' with my eye holes.

(RIPS)

Sh*t ...I just made it worse.

He rips. it off his head in frustration.

RANDY:

I can't see sh*t either.

REDFISH:

Who made this goddamn sh*t?

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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.

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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 sh*t, 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!

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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 f***ing thing!

I can't breathe in this f***ing thing!

And I can't ride in this f***ing thing!

WILLARD:

F*** 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:

F*** Willard! Look, let's not forget why we're

here. We gotta killer n*gger 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 f***in 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.

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