Big John hears it...then tips over dead.
LITTLE JODY can't believe what she's just seen.
FOUR OTHER SLAVES who just happen to be walking in the background, see
LITTLE RAJ is stunned ... . then comes to his senses, fumbling for the
gun he wears on his hip, but since he's no gunman, in his haste, he
gets it out of his holster, but drops it on the ground.
It goes off... BANG.
SHOOTING himself in the foot, he HOPS UP AND DOWN in pain.
The Bulldogs scatter at the sound. of the BANG.
DJANGO picks Big John's WHIP off the ground., and begins WHIPPING
LITTLE RAJ across the face and chest.
MORE SLAVES gather.
DJANGO WHIPS HIM TO THE GROUND
whips him on the ground, then throws the whip to the ground, picks
Roger's pistol off the ground, and empties it (FIVE SHOTS) into Roger.
To say the slaves are flabbergasted, is a understatement.
Dr.Schultz rides his horse up quickly, rifle in his hand. He sees
Django, and the two dead bodies.
Who are they?
That's John Brittle, and that's his
little brother Raj.
He's the one hightailin' it across that
field right now.
Ellis Brittle riding his horse full out through the cotton field trying
to make an escape.
goes to his eye, he follows the rider with his rifle barrel.
Are you sure that's him?
Ellis gets further away...
Are you positive?
Ellis gets further away...
You don't know if you're positive?
Ellis gets further away...
I don't know what, positive,'means.
It means you're sure.
Yes I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle.
The German picks the middle Brittle brother off his horse.
The dead man WIPES OUT horribly in the thick cotton brush.
RED BLOOD splashes on WHITE COTTON.
The German and Django have the entire plantation's attention.
Spencer Bennett (with his Winchester), his SONS and his OVERSEERS,
and some HOUSE N***ERS come around like a angry mob.
The German tosses his rifle in the dirt, and raises his hands.
Django does the same with his pistol.
Dr.Schultz addresses the ANGRY MOB.
Everybody calm down, we mean no one else any harm!
Just who the hell are you two jokers?
I am Dr.King Schultz, a legal representative
of the criminal justice system of the
United States of America. The man to my
left is Django Freeman, he's my. deputy.
In my pocket is a warrant signed by circuit
court judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin
Texas, for the arrest and capture, dead or
alive, of John Brittle, Ellis Brittle, and
Roger Brittle --
- They were goin by the name, Shaffer.
You know them by the name, Shaffer.
But the butchers real names'were Brittle.
These are wanted men. The law wants them
for murder. I reiterate, this warrant
states dead or alive. When Django and myself
executed these men on sight, we were operating
within our legal. boundaries. Now I realize
pa**ions are high. But I must warn you,
the penalty for taking deadly force
against a officer of the court in the
performance of his duty is, you will be
hung by the neck until you are dead.
This does put a momentary pause in the lynch mob's blood lust.
After his dramatic pause for effect...
May I please remove the warrant from my
pocket so you may examine it?
Resting his Winchester over his shoulder, Bennett reaches for the
Dr.Schultz removes the warrant from his jacket pocket, and hands it to
the plantation owner. Bennett reads it silently to himself, resigned to
what it says.
Bennett eyes go from the warrant to the German.
May I have that back?
,- Bennett hands Schultz back the piece of paper.
Get off my land.
Load up the bodies as quickly as
you can, and let's get out of
All three dead Brittle Brothers lie over the back of the extra horse
the bounty hunters brought with them.
Both Bounty Hunters are back in their saddles ready to leave.
With all the eyes of the plantation on them, the white and black man
start to ride out, when Spencer "Big Daddy" Bennett, steps in their way
for one final threat.
Ain't nobody gonna touch you and your Jimmie
while you on my property. But for lettin' a
n***er kill a white man, and especially for
letting a n***er kill a white man in a
audience of n***ers, y'all ain't gonna make
it out of the county alive. Mark my words
Schultz, by tomorrow morning your n***ers
gonna be stripped and clipped and hangin'
from my motherf**kin' gate.
I'm fully aware Bennett, that you and your
regulator playmates aren't shy about
killing for what you believe in. But mark
my words Big Daddy, if you make a move
towards Django or myself, you better be
prepared to die for it.
The two men ride off.
The Black and White Audience watch them go.
EXT -- A TENNESSEE LAKE - NIGHT
INSERT: Dr.Schultz's SADDLE BAG, the doctor's hands remove THREE STICKS
/!. OF DYNAMITE from it.
INSERT: The doctor's HANDS bind the Three Sticks of Dynamite together.
INSERT: The Three Sticks are WRAPPED UP in a BRIGHT YELLOW BANDANA.
INSERT: The Yellow Dynamite Sticks, are buried in dirt about half way,
with the yellow part protruding from out of the ground.
CU SPENCER BENNETT
lying on his belly in the gra**.
That's them sonsab*t*hes.
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
Now unless they start shootin' first,
nobody shoot 'em. That's way too simple
for these jokers. We're gonna whip that
n***er lover to death. And I'm gonna
personally, strip and clip that garboon
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;
Damn, I can't see f**kin' sh*t outta
He sticks his fingers in the.eye holes, and rips, trying to make the
holes bigger, he only succeeds in making-visibility more obscured.
We ready, or what?
Hold on I'm f**kin' with my eye holes.
Sh*t ...I just made it worse.
He rips. it off his head in frustration.
I can't see sh*t either.
Who made this goddamn sh*t?
Well make you own goddamn masks!
Look nobody's saying they don't appreciate
what Jenny did.
Well if all I hadda do was cut a bag, I
could cut it better then this.
How 'bout-you Robert, can you see?
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.
Oh sh*t, I just made mine worse.
He puts it on-then says;
Yep, it's worse.
He yanks it off his head.
Did anybody bring any extra bags?
No, no one brought a extra bag!
I'm just asking.
Do we hafta wear 'em when we ride?
Sh*tfire, 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.
I can't see in this f**king thing!
I can't breathe in this f**king thing!
And I can't ride in this f**king thing!
F**k all y'all! I'm going home. I watched
my wife work all day gettin' thirty bags
ready for you ungrateful sonsab*t*hes!
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.
O.B., I tole yo to keep quiet! They're asleep,
But Willards riding off.
F**k Willard! Look, let's not forget why we're
here. We gotta killer n***er over that hill.
And we gotta make a lesson outta 'em.
Okay, I'm confused, are the bags on or off?
Robert takes off his bag, and says;
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.
Wait a minute, I didn't say no bags!
But nobody can see.
So, it would be nice to see.
Goddamit, this is a raid! I can't see, you
can't see, so what? All that matters is can
the f**kin 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
a**. 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.
WE HEAR A GROUP OF LINES FROM CIRCLING COWBOYS ON HORSEBACK WITH BAGS
OVER THEIR HEADS: "Where are they, I can't see" - "They tricked us" -
"Did somebody fall" "Where the hell are they" "Y'all, Redfish fell
off his horse-He's kinda hurt bad."
Then amongst the confusion...
WE SNAP ZOOM TO
A BIG TREE
on the other side of the lake
Then quickly cut into The Tree.
Till we're in a CU OF Dr.SCHULTZ
with a SCOPE SIGHT RIFLE up to his eye.
SCOPE SIGHT POV
The Yellow covered STICKS OF DYNAMITE protruding from the ground, are
inside the scope sight circle, Horse hooves step around it.
Dr.SCHtJLTZ and DJANGO up in a tree.
The Camp EXPLODES Blowing Horses and Riders Apart.
Dr.Schultz and Django lift up repeating rifles.
Let 'em have it!
I can't see nothin'.
Just fire into the smoke.
The two treetop killers let loose with rifle fire.
INSIDE OF THE SMOKE
pandemonium reigns. Horses and Men trip over bodies and pieces of
bodies, of horses and men. Men with legs and arms blown off, yell
bloody murder, hurt and scared Horses cry. Some struggle to get the
sacks off their heads, while scared horses dance and buck in panic.
Some are shot by the rifle fire. The rest of the men not blown up, and
still on horseback, between the sacks and the smoke, still can't see
worth a damn. And Men and Horses collide with one another, which causes
more bucking and riders falling. About fifteen of the men who can still
ride, high tail it the f**k out of there. Whipped and whimpering like
on his horse with the other fleeing regulators RIDES for his life...
SCOPE SIGHT POV
We see the back of the fleeing Bennett smack dab in the cross hairs.
scope sight rifle up to his eye.
Schultz next to him, says;
He's getting away.
I got 'em.
his hooves race and rip up the gra**.
riding for his life...
scope sight rifle up to his eye.
He's getting out of range.
I got 'em.
INSERT: A black finger squeezes the rifle trigger.
we're behind him as he rides away, OFF SCREEN we hear the whistling of
what sounds like an incoming missle.
we're in.front of Spencer Bennett as he rides, when Django's bullet,
RIPS THROUGH his CHEST.
I got 'em.
falls from his horse, dead.
scope sight rifle in his hand, big smile on his face, looks.to
Like that, huh?
Referring to the scope sight rifle;
Well, I think while they take this opportunity
to lick their wounds, we should take this
opportunity to get the f**k out of Tennessee.
They hop out of the tree.
Dr.Schultz in a big city, buying Django a new saddle. Django gets his
first initial "D" etched into it. The men go to different stores to
purchase Django's wardrobe. The outfit bought, is selected by Django,
with suggestions offered by Schultz. When he's done, Django looks damn
handsome in his new duds. Brown cowboy boots, Green Corduroy Jacket,
Smokey Grey Shirt, Tan Skin Tight Pants, and Light Brown Cowboy Hat.
He looks a. bit like Elvis in "Flaming Star" and a Little Joe Cartwright
on "Bonanza". However, tellingly, he keeps Ace Speck's Winter Coat as
his winter coat.
EXT - COUNTRY MEADOW - PRETTY DAY
Django, sitting on his new saddle, in his new duds, rides alongside
the good doctor Schultz. The German carries a PICNIC BASKET.
But I'm serious son, Greenville is just too
dangerous for you to go f**king around there.
You're a freed, slave, you should be in New York.
You shouldn't be in Greenville, you shouldn't
even be forty miles on any side of Greenville.,
You shouldn't be anywhere in Mississippi.
She's my wife, it's my job to look after her.
If Greenville's where I gotta go to find out
where she went, then I gotta go. Now you
were sayin' where I gotta go first?
There'should be some sort of records office.
You know when she was sold, you know where
she came from, the Carrucan Plantation, and
you know her name ... . what is her name?
Django.nods his head yes.
Were her owners German?
Now Django reacts, "How did he know that?
Yeah, how did you know? She wasn't born on
The Carrucan Plantation. She was raised by
a German mistress, The Von Shafts. She can
speak a little German too.
Yeah, when she was little her mistress taught
her so she'd have somebody to talk German with.
So let me get this straight, your slave
wife speaks German, and her name is
Broomhilda Von Shaft...?
Yep. Mouthful, huh?
To say the least.
(stopping the horse)
This looks like a very pretty place to have
our picnic. What'd ya say, here?
EXT - PICNIC IN COUNTRY MEADOW - PRETTY DAY
The two men sit on a blanket with a nice picnic spread spread out.
Django eats a cuc*mber sandwich with the crust cut off, and drinks a
cup of tea.
How did you know Broomhilda's first masters
Broomhilda is a German name. If they named
her, it stands to reason they'd be German.
Lotsa gals where you from named Broomhilda?
No, not so much. Broomhilda is the name of
a character in one of the most popular of
all the German legends.
Really? There's a story 'bout Broomhilda?
Yes there is.
Do you know it?
Every German knows that story. Would you
like me to tell you?
Django nods his head, yes.
Well Broomhilda was a princess. She was the
daughter of Wotan, the god of all gods.
Anyway, her father is really mad at her.
What she do.?
I don't exactly remember. I think she disobeys
him in some way. So at first he's just going to
obliterate her -
Obliterate... . what does that mean?
Like blow up.
He pantomimes a explosion.
Phew, that's pretty mad.
Yes it is, and like most fathers, given a
little time, he calms down a bit. He's
still mad at her. He still wants to punish her.
Just not ... . blow her up. So instead what he
does, is he puts her high on top of a mountain.
Broomhilda's on a mountain?
It's a German legend, there's always going
to be a mountain in there somewhere. So, he
puts her on top of the mountain and he puts a
fire breathing dragon there to guard the mountain.
And. then he surrounds her in circle of hellfire.
And there Broomhilda shall remain, unless a hero
arises brave enough to save her.
Does a fella arise?
From now on as Dr.Schultz talks, he's beginning to realize something he
wasn't aware of when the conversation started.
Yes Django, as a matter he does. A fella
Does Sigfried save her?
Yes he does, and quite spectacularly, so.
Now true, he is a**isted in his triumph by
a truly, truly, remarkable sword, still, having
said that, Sigfried triumphs over all of his
obstacles not just due to his sword, but due to
his courage. He scales the mountain, because he's
not afraid of it. He defeats the dragon, because
he's not afraid.of him.
He walks through hellfire because
Broomhilda's worth. it.
After that last line of dialogue... .the two men just let a moment pa**
as they nibble on their sandwiches.
I know how he feels.
I think I'm just starting to realize that.
He pours Django and himself some more tea out of a fancy tea pot, as he
thinks about what he's going to say next.
Look Django, I don't doubt one day you will
save your lady love. But I'm afraid I can't
let you go to Greenville in a good conscious.
Let me ask you a question, how do you like
the bounty hunting business?
Kill white folks, and they pay ya?
What's not to like?
I hafta admit, we make a good team.
But I'thought you were mad at me for killin'
Big John and Rodger?
Yes, on that occasion, you were a tad
overzealous. But normally, that's a good
thing. How'd you like to partner up for
What'd ya mean partner up?
You be my deputy, for real this time. A lot
of the big money is in outlaw gangs. Some
of these fellas are worth fifteen hundred or
three thousand a piece. With one man, anything
over three men is a risk. But with a partner?
Creating cross fire? It's fish in a. barrel.
A lot of these gangs hold up in the'hills
for the winter.
You makin' another agreement?
Yes. You work with me through the winter,
till the snow melts. I give you a third
of my bounties. And while we're together,
I'll teach you a few things you're going
to need to know.
Can you teach me how to make Tony do that
head bow thing that Fritz can do?
That among other things. We make some
money this winter, when the snow melts,
I'll take you to Greenville myself, and
we'll find where they sent your wife.
I'm pretty good at finding people. Is it a deal?
No white man has ever done anything for Django, just to him. So
understandably, he's a little suspicious.
Why you care what happens to me? Why you
care if I find my wife?
Well frankly, I've never given anybody
their freedom before. And now that I have,
I feel vaguely responsible for you. You're
just not ready to go off on your own, it's
that simple. You're too green, you'll get hurt.
Plus when a German meets a real life Sigfried,.
it's kind of a big deal. As a German, I'm
obliged to help you on your quest to
rescue your beloved Broomhilda.
Django accepts that response.
What follows is a MONTAGE covering the five months that Django and
Schultz partner up as bounty hunters. Schultz wears his normal
ensemble. Django wears his cool looking Green Jacket, unless it's
really cold, which a lot of this Montage is. Then he still wears Ace
Specks raw hide winter coat over his cool clothes.
A SCENE to be improvised (more or less), where Dr.Schultz teaches
Django how to draw and shoot the pistol in the holster at his hip.
By the end of the scene, after trial and error, we see Django's going
to be good at this.
EXT - HILLSIDE - SUNNY DAY
We see Django and Dr.Schultz walking up a hill. Tony and Fritz have
been left tied up downhill. Django leads a extra body HORSE (named
PONCHO) behind him. Dr.Schultz carries his scope sight rifle in 'a long
case. They get to the top of the hill. It overlooks a small farmhouse.
DOWN BELOW WE SEE
A LITTLE MAN struggling behind a plow, and his FIFTEEN YEAR OLD SON
helping him by leading the horse forward.
On top of their perch on the hill top, Dr.Schultz says;
Keep down or he'll see you.
Who that farmer? Who cares?
Well since we came here to kill 'em, he
What? The little man pushin' that plow?
That little man pushing that plow, is Smitty Bacall.
Smitty Bacall is a farmer?
No. Smitty Bacall is a stagecoach robber
who's hiding out as a farmer, because
there's a seven thousand dollar bounty on
He hands Django the scope rifle case.
And he's all yours my boy.
DJANGO lays on his belly, with the Scope Sight up to his eye.
SCOPE SIGHT POV:
on the Farmer struggling behind his plow, working hard with his horse
and his son.
Django's finger on the trigger... .but he hesitates.
Oh what happened.to mister I wanna kill white
folks for money?
His son's with him.
Good. He'll have a loved one with him.
Maybe even share a last word. That's
better then most get, and a damn. sight
better then he deserves.
Django still hesitates.
Put down the rifle. Don't worry, I'm not
mad at you. Take out Smitty Bacall's handbill.
Django removes the folded up handbill from the pocket of his tan pants.
Read it aloud. Consider it today's lesson.
"Wanted, dead or alive. Smitty Bacall and
The Smitty Bacall Gang. For murder and
stagecoach robbery. Seven thousand dollars
for Smitty Bacall. One thousand and five
hundred dollars for each of his gang members.
Known members of The Smitty Bacall Gang are as
follows, DANDY MICHAELS, GERALD NASH, and
CRAZY CRAIG KOONS."
Well done. Bravo. THAT is who Smitty Bacall
is. If Smitty Bacall wanted to start a farm at
twenty-two, they would never of printed that.
But Smitty Bacall wanted to rob stagecoaches,
and he didn't mind killing people to do it.
You want to save your wife by doing what
I do? This is what I do. I kill people,
and sell their corpses for cash. His corpse
is worth seven thousand dollars.
Now quit your pu**yfootin and shoot him.
The Little Man down below behind the plow falls down.
The Young Boy doesn't know what happened at first. Then he figures'out
his father was just shot. He goes to him in the dirt.
You need to keep that Smitty Bacall handbill.
It's good luck. You always keep the
handbill of your first bounty.
They begin walking down the hill, to collect Smitty Bacall's body,
leading the extra body horse behind them.
As they walk down hill, they watch the little scene of Smitty Bacall's
Son cradling his dying father.in his arms, the older man speaking his
last words to his son before he dies.
See, they're having a tender little father son
moment now. No doubt the most heartfelt one
they've ever had.
EXT - SNOWY FOREST - NIGHT
It's now full on snowy winter in the hills.
Django practices his quick draw against a SNOWMAN he's built. He sticks
a BOTTLE in it, so the bottom of the bottle is where the snowman's
heart would be.
Shoots the bottle heart!
He DRAWS ...
Shoots the left coal eye.
He DRAWS ...
Shoots the right coal eye.
Shoots the carrot nose.
Dr.Schultz comes up behind him.
I think it's safe to say you're faster then
EXT - SNOWY FOREST - DIFFERENT NIGHT
A outlaw gang known as The WILSON - LOWE GANG (five guys) ride through
a snowy forest at night. When all five men and their Horses, are SHOT
DJANGO AND SCHULTZ
up in a tree, FIRING DOWN ON them.
EXT - WINTER MOUNTAIN TOWN MAIN STREET - NIGHT
The FLAKES continue to FALL HARD as Dr.Schultz and Django ride down
the main street of town, pulling poor Poncho who's FULLY LOADED DOWN
with five corpses.
The local SHERIFF, DON GUS, watches the two men ride up, he knows them.
Doctor and Django, how the hell are ya,
and who the hell ya got there?
The Wilson - Lowe Gang.
Who the hell's The Wilson - Lowe Gang?
Dr.Schultz removes a handbill from his inside jacket pocket, and hands
it down to the friendly peace officer.
Bad Chuck Wilson, and meaner Bobby Lowe.
And three of their acolytes.
Just leave 'em out here, they ain't going
nowhere. And if'in they do, god must love
'em, so who are we to say. Come outta the
snowy snow and git yourself some coffee.
TNT - SHERIFF GUS'S OFFICE - NIGHT
The snow encrusted bounty hunters come inside the lawmans office.
They exchange pleasantries about the weather as the Sheriff pours them
coffee. After the two frosty gentlemen have drunk some of the hot
liquid, they get down to business. As Schultz and Gus discuss the
bounties, Django reads the handbills aloud from off the wall. On the
third one he reads, WARREN VANDERS, and a two thousand dollar bounty,
"That one", Schultz says.
Django RIPS IT off the wall.
As the winter has progressed, we see they've become a genuine bounty
hunting team. And Django, a genuine bounty hunter.
EXT - PRETTY MEADOW - DAY
The snow has melted, and it's SPRING. And inside of this meadow Django
practices his fast draw against five men...
.by Schultz throwing FIVE COINS in the air ...
DJANGO DRAWS FAST shoots three coins, FIRES again hitting another, then
falls to the ground to get the fifth.
He looks up from the ground at Schultz.
As Schultz collects the coins off the ground, he says;
You're pretty confident aren't you?
Django nods his head, yes.
You have reason to be.
He holds out his fist, opens his hand, the coins lay in his palm.
All the coins have bullet holes dead in their center. He drops them on
top of Django.
Still think I'm too green for Greenville?
Dr.Schultz removes a pipe, sticks it in his mouth and says;
Oh you're ready for Greenville.
He lights a match, then lights the pipe, puffing as he says;
Greenville ready for you, that I'm not so
He blows out the match...
WE GO TO BLACK
What we also saw in the above montage is Django shake off a lifetime of
slavery. Django, in his green jacket, in his cowboy hat, on top of his
steed Tony, with his gun hanging from his hip, has become his own man.
He's not a slave anymore. He's a bounty hunter.
BLACK T**LE CARD
ACROSS THE SCREEN ONE LETTER AT A TIME STYLE (ala "Rocky" and
EXT - THE TOWN OF GREENVILLE MISSISSIPPI - DAY
The whole Main Street of Greenville is thick with five inches of sh*t
brown mud that all the horse hooves, and wagon wheels, and slave feet
have to wade through to get from one end of the town to the other.