Django Unchained Page #8

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SPENCER BENNETT:

State your business.

Dr.SCHULTZ

I wish to purchase one of your

n*gger gals.

SPENCER BENNETT:

You and your Jimmie rode from Texas to

Tennessee, to buy one of my n*gger gals,

no appointment, no nuttin'?

Dr.SCHULTZ

I'm afraid so.

SPENCER BENNETT:

Well what if I say, I don't like you, or

your fancy pants. n*gger, and I wouldn't

sell you a tinkers damn - what'cha gotta

say about that?

Dr.SCHULTZ

Mr. Bennett, if you are the business man,

I've been led to believe you to be,

I have five thousand things I might say,

that could change your mind.

i This gets everybody's attention, not least of all Spencer Bennett.

Spencer laughs.

ZG:

SPENCER BENNETT:

C'mon inside, get yourself something' cool

to drink.

The incognito bounty hunter, dismounts his steed, as does Django.

Then the good doctor walks up the steps to Bennett Manor.

Dr.SCHULTZ

Maybe while we discuss business, you

could provide one of your loveliest black

creatures to escort Django here around

your magnificent grounds.

SPENCER:

Absolutely. Betina!

A pretty, fleshy, sweet jelled, twenty-two year old slave gal named

BETINA, snaps to attention.

BETINA:

Yes sir, Big Daddy?

SPENCER:

(TO SCHULTZ)

What's your Jimmies name again?

Dr.SCHULTZ

Django.

SPENCER:

Betina sugar, take Django around the

grounds. Show 'em all the pretty stuff.

BETINA:

As you please, Big Daddy.

Dr.Schultz lowers his voice, and says to the plantation owner;

Dr.SCHULTZ

Mr. Bennett, I must remind, you, Django is a

free man. He cannot be treated like a slave.

Within the bounds of good taste, he must be

treated as an extension of myself.

SPENCER:

Understood., Schultz. Betina?

BETINA:

Yes, sir?

SPENCER:

Django isn't a slave. Django is a free

man. Do you understand? You're not to treat

him like any of these other n*ggers around

here, cause he ain't like any of these

other n*ggers around here. Ya got it?

BETINA:

Ya want I should treat 'em like white

folks?

SPENCER:

No that's not what I said.

BETINA:

Then I don't know what'cha want Big Daddy.

SPENCER:

Yes, I can see that.

(HE THINKS)

What's the name of that peckawood boy from

town works with the glass? His mama works

at the lumber yard? He comes by and fixes

the winda's when we have a problem?

The MAMMY OF BENNETT MANOR chimes in;

MAMMY OF BENNETT MANOR

Oh, you mean Jerry.

SPENCER:

Yeah, that's the boy's name, Jerry.

(TO BETINA)

You know Jerry, dont'cha sugar?

BETINA:

Yes 'em, Big Daddy.

SPENCER:

Well that's it then... just treat 'em

like you would Jerry.

EXT - ANOTHER PART OF BENNETT MANOR - DAY

Away from the big house, Betina gives Django a tour of the grounds.

Her in her slave get up, complete with handkerchief on her head, and

him in his satin baby blue Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit, are quite

the pair. She eyeballs him disapprovingly up and down.

BETINA:

What'cha do for your massa'?

DJANGO:

Didn't you hear him tell ya, I ain't no slave.

BETINA:

So you really free?

DJANGO:

Yes.

ZY:

BETINA:

You mean you wanna dress like that?

Django fumes.

EXT - BENNETT MANOR (BACK PORCH) - DAY

Both Spencer Bennett and Dr.Schultz sit on the back porch drinking

lemonade.

Dr.SCHULTZ

I've been'told by those who should know,

the most exquisite African flesh in the

state of Tennessee is bred right here on

your land. And from the look of these

black angels, my sources weren't wrong.

SPENCER:

Oh I got my share of, coal blacks, horse

faces, and gummy mouth b*tches out in the

field. But the lion share of my lady

n*ggers are real show pony's.

Dr.SCHULTZ

Well that's what I'm looking for, a show

pony for young Django. So the only

question that remains is, do you have a

n*gger here worth five thousand dollars?

SPENCER:

Dr.Schultz, five thousand dollar n*gger,

is practically my middle name.

BACK TO DJANGO AND BETINA

Betina and Django walk by a big tree on the plantation grounds.

The cotton fields and the SLAVES picking it, in the background.

DJANGO:

Betina, come over here, I need to ask

you something.

He moves her by the tree for more privacy. Betina thinks this fancy

pants wants to get all lovey-dovey, and she couldn't be less interested.

BETINA:

What'cho want?

DJANGO:

I'm lookin' for three white men. Three

brothers. Overseers. Their name is

Brittle. Do you know 'em?

BETINA:

Brittle?

DJANGO:

Yes, Brittle. John Brittle. Ellis Brittle.

And Roger Brittle, sometimes called, Little Raj.

BETINA:

I don't know dem.

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