Django Unchained Page #3

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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 n*gger -_is sixty

to eighty dollars. Now handsome no doubt as

Django is, technically, he is a field. n*gger.

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

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