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Django Unchained Transcript


Written by

Quentin Tarantino



As the film’s OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE plays, complete with its own SPAGHETTI WESTERN THEME SONG, we see SEVEN shirtless and shoeless BLACK MALE SLAVES connected together with LEG IRONS, being run, by TWO: WHITE MALE HILLBILLIES on HORSEBACK.

The location is somewhere in Texas. The Black Men (ROY, BIG SID, BENJAMIN, DJANGO, PUDGY RALPH, FRANKLYN, and BLUEBERRY) are slaves just recently purchased at The Greenville Slave Auction in Greenville Mississippi. The White Hillbillies are two Slave Traders called, The SPECK BROTHERS (ACE and DICKY).

One of the seven slaves is our hero DJANGO… . he’s fourth in the leg iron line. We may or may not notice a tiny small “r” burned into his cheek (“r” for runaway), but we can’t help but notice his back which has been SLASHED TO RIBBONS by Bull Whip Beatings.

As the Operatic Opening Theme Song plays, we see a MONTAGE of misery and pain, as Django and the Other Men are walked through blistering sun, pounding rain, and moved along by the end of a whip. Bare feet step on hard rock, and slosh through mud puddles. Leg Irons take the skin off ankles.

AS The CREDITS play, DJANGO has a SPAGHETTI WESTERN FLASHBACK. Now Spaghetti Western Flashbacks are never pretty, it’s usually the time in the film when the lead character thinks back to the most painful memory inflicted on him or his loved ones from evil characters from his past. In this instance we see Django in a SLAVE PEN at the Greenville Auction.

DJANGO Amongst many other shoulders and heads, sees through the bars of the cell door, his wife BROOMHILDA being led to the auction block.

He fights his way to the door, and far off and obscure in the distance, he can see Broomhilda up on the auction block, and in the distance he hears the Auctioneer yell; “Sold.” Then she’s taken away to whereabouts unknown, never to be seen again.

As the sun continues to beat down on Django’s head, he remembers;

DJANGO in the SLAVE PEN with what seems like a one hundred and fifty Slaves in a cell designed for forty.

WHITE MEN yank him out. of the cell, shirtless, shoeless, and lead him down a hallway, into a giant round pen, an audience viewing area circles the round pen floor on three different stories of the structure.

The ground floor is covered by the BIG MONEY BUYERS who stand in front of the auction block.


DJANGO is moved into a line of SLAVES (The Black Men), and their MASTERS (their White Owners), and their SELLERS (the White Man actually doing the sales pitch on the auction block), as they wait for their turn on the block. A SLAVE (ROBBIE), stand on the auction block in view of the room full of Buyers, The SELLER sells, and the OWNERS stand off to the side.

DJANGO takes in the environment around him. Django has never cared for white folks, but these white folks are in particularly ugly.

It’s DJANGO’s turn ON THE AUCTION BLOCK as the THEME SONG wails its tragic crescendo, Django is brought up on the auction block. He.looks down at all the WHITE PEOPLE who want to buy Niggers, who look up to him. His heart fills with poison.

BACK TO DJANGO walking in Leg Irons with his six Other Companions, walking across the blistering Texas panhandle… .remembering.. .thinking. – .hating.



It’s night time and The Speck Brothers, astride HORSES, keep pushing their black skinned cargo forward. It’s a very pitch black night, with only a few stars in to create a little top light. It’s so dark, the Slavers use the creek.bed to keep from getting lost. Both Speck Brothers carry a lantern up on their horse, as. does Roy, the Slave in lead position on the chain gang. It’s also a bitterly cold night, with the breath of the seven slaves, two slavers, and two horses creating clouds in the air. In fact the seven chained together Slaves, with the lead one holding a lantern, and all of them chugging out smoky breath, and. slightly moving in unison, resemble a human locomotive. The Slaves shiver from the cold on their shirtless backs, both Speck Brothers wear rawhide winter coats with white fur linings, and white fur collars.

WHEN… .A SOUND and a SMALL LIGHT appears ahead of them on the road. This makes the Slave Traders stop their human live stock, and ready their rifles for possible trouble.


A BLACK HORSE carrying a dressed in grey Rider, CLIP-CLOPS from the background to the foreground, illuminated by a glowing lantern that the Rider carries.

THE RIDER appears to be a tenderfoot, due to his style of dress. A long grey winter’coat, over a grey three piece business suit, and a grey bowler hat on his head.

DICKY SPECK Who’s that stumblin around in the dark? State your business, or prepare to get winged!

THE RIDER Calm yourselves gentlemen, I mean you no harm. I’m simply a fellow weary traveler. The Rider dressed in business grey pulls his horse to a stop in front of the two Slavers, and their Slaves, lifting the lantern up to his face. He speaks with a slight German accent.

THE RIDER (to the Slavers) Good cold evening gentlemen. (to the shivering Slaves) Good evening-I’m looking for a pair of slave traders that go by the’name of The Speck Brothers. Might that be you?

ACE SPECK Who wants to. know?

THE RIDER I do. I’m Dr. King Schultz, and this is my horse, Fritz. Fritz, does a little bow with his head, a neat trick the doctor taught him.

DICKY SPECK You a doctor? Dr.SCHULTZ Affirmative.

DICKY SPECK What kinda doctor? Dr.SCHULTZ Dentist. Are you The Speck Brothers, and did you purchase those men at The Greenville.Slave Auction?

ACE SPECK So what?

LE Dr.SCHULTZ So, I wish to parley with you.

ACE SPECK Speak English! Dr.SCHULTZ Oh, I’m sorry. Please forgive me, it is a second language. Amongst your inventory, I’ve been led to believe, is a specimen I’m keen to acquire. (to the slaves) Hello you poor devils. Is there one among you, who was formerly a resident of The Carrucan Plantation? Since Roy in lead position is the one holding the lantern, the second half of the slave centipede falls off into darkness. In the darkness a VOICE rings out;

DJANGO’S VOICE (OS) I’m from The Carrucan Plantation. Dr.Schultz moves Fritz forward towards the darkness, raises his lantern, illuminating our hero Django. Dr.SCHULTZ Splendid! And what’s your name young, man?

DJANGO Django. Dr.SCHULTZ Wunderbar! You’re exactly the one I’m looking for. So tell me Django – by the way that’s a amazing name – during your time at the Carrucan Plantation, did you come to know three overseers by the name of The Brittle Brothers? Django nods his head, yes. Dr.Schultz is delighted. Dr.SCHULTZ Big John, Ellis, and little brother Raj?

DJANGO Dem da Brittle Brothers. Dr.SCHULTZ So Django, do you think you could recognize – �. The Speck Brothers have been watching this tenderfoot engage their Slave in polite conversation.. .with a touch of disbelief.

ACE SPECK Hey, stop talkin’ to him like that! Dr.SCHULTZ Like what?

ACE SPEC Like that! Dr.SCHULTZ My good man, I’m simply trying to ascertain

ACE SPECK Speak English, goddamit! Dr.SCHULTZ Everybody calm down! I’m simply a customer trying to conduct a transaction.

ACE SPECK I don’t care, no sale. Now off wit ya! Dr.SCHULTZ Don’t be ridiculous, of course they’re for sale. Ace raises his rifle towards the German.

ACE SPECK Move it! Ace cocks back the rifle hammer. Dr.SCHULTZ My good man, did you simply get carried away with your dramatic gesture, or are you pointing that weapon at me with lethal intention…?

ACE SPECK Last chance, fancy pants Dr.SCHULTZ – Very well – The doctor, throws his lantern to the ground, enveloping him in darkness. The next FLASH OF LIGHT we see is the good doctors PISTOL out of his holster, and FIRING point blank into Ace Specks face… .BLOWING the dumber dumb brother off his horse, dead in the dirt.

Before Dicky can maneuver either his rifle or his horse in the Germans direction…

BAM… Dr.SCHULTZ SHOOTS his HORSE in the head… .The Steed goes down taking Dicky with him… When the dead weight horse lands on Dicky’s slightly twisted leg, we hear TWO DISTINCT CRACKING SOUNDS.:.. Dicky lets out a bitch like scream. The Slaves watch all this. They’ve never seen a white man kill another white man before. Dicky is pinned down under his ole paint. Django watches in the dark, the German climb down off his horse, pick up Ace’s discarded lantern, and walk over to the remaining Speck. Dr.SCHULTZ Sorry about putting a bullet in your beast. But I didn’t want you to do anything rash before you had a moment to come to your senses. Dr.Sch.ultz LIGHTS the lantern, illuminating himself, as he stands over Dicky’s body.

DICKY SPECK You goddamn son of a bitch, you killed Ace! Dr.SCHULTZ. I only shot your brother, once he threatened to shoot me. And I do believe I have …


THE SLAVES) .one, two, three, four, five, six, seven witnesses who can attest to that fact.

DICKY SPECK My damn legs busted! Dr.SCHULTZ No doubt. Now, if you can keep your caterwauling down to a minimum, I’d like to finish my line of inquiry with young Django.

(TO DJANGO) As I was saying, if you were to see the Brittle Brothers again, would you recognize them?


Dr.SCHULTZ Now I’m sure. to you, all unshaven white men look alike. So Django, in a crowd of unshaven white men, can you honestly and positively point out The Brittle Brothers?

DJANGO SPAGHETTI WESTERN FLASHBACK We’re in his little shack at the Carrucan Plantation. It’s PISSING RAIN outside. Django is making love to his wife Broomhilda, when she stops letting out a shout. The three overseers known as THE BRITTLE BROTHERS are outside peeking in through the window. They BURST in through the front door. Soaked to the bone, they rodeo bull their way into the shack, and make the two slaves continue fucking for their amusement. As Django and Broomhilda are forced to copulate, they run their wet white hands down her chocolate leg.. .they fondle his ass.. .they squeeze her tit. . .they bring a belt across Django’s backside to make him fuck faster. . .then they yank him off, as BIG JOHN climbs on top of Broomhilda..the other Brittle brothers whip Django with their belts, and make him sit in the corner, while they finish with his wife.


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.

8 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 nigger -_is sixty to eighty dollars. Now handsome no doubt as Django is, technically, he is a field. nigger. 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 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?


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;

0 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.


DJANGO I can’t feed no horse. I can’t put no horse up in no stable. Dr.SCHULTZ

(FRUSTRATED) 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,


/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 nigger 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?


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 nigger outta here.



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,

HE EXPLAINS; Dr.SCHULTZ Well the way the slave trade deals in human lives for cash, a bounty hunter, deals in corpses.

15 Dr.SCHULTZ (CONT’D) The state places a bounty on a man’s head. I track that man, I find that man, I kill that man. After I’ve killed him, I transport that man’s corpse back to the authorities – and sometimes that’s easier said then done. I show that corpse to the authorities – proving, yes indeed, I have truly killed him – At which point, the authorities pay me the bounty. (lifting his beer) Cheers. The two men touch glasses, and take a drink.

DJANGO What’s a bounty? Dr.SCHULTZ It’s like a reward.

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