Django Unchained Page #4

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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"

/Z

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 n*gger 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 n*gger 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,

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