Django Unchained

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The D is silent. Payback won't be.

Django Unchained is a 2012 film about a freed slave, along with a German bounty hunter, on a mission to rescue his wife in the Antebellum era of the Deep South and Old West.

Written and directed by Quentin Tarantino.

Django Freeman[edit]

  • Hey there, little troublemaker.
  • I like the way you die, boy.
  • I'm curious what makes you so curious.
  • I'm positive he dead.

Dr. King Schultz[edit]

  • Ah! Badder they are, the bigger the reward.
  • And, as if on cue, here comes the sheriff!
  • In other words, Marshall... you owe me 200 dollars.
  • Auf wiedersehen. Bullseye.
  • He scales the mountain, because he's not afraid of it. He slays the dragon, because he's not afraid of him. And he walks through hellfire... because Broomhilda's worth it.
  • Sorry. I couldn't resist.

Calvin J. Candie[edit]

  • Gentlemen, you had my curiosity. But now you have my attention.
  • [Showing Django and Schultz a human skull] This is Ben. He's an old joe that lived around here for a long time, and I do mean a long damn time. Old Ben here took care of my daddy and my daddy's daddy. Till he up and keeled over one day, old Ben took care of me. Growin' up the son of a huge plantation owner in Mississippi puts a white man in contact with a whole lotta black faces. I spent my whole life here, right here in Candieland, surrounded by black faces. Now seein' 'em every day, day in and day out, I only had one question: why don't they kill us? Now right out there on that porch, three times a week for fifty years, old Ben here would shave my daddy with a straight razor. Now, if I was old Ben, I woulda cut my daddy's goddamn throat, an' it wouldn't-a taken me no fifty years of doin' neither. But he never did. Why not? See, the science of phrenology is crucial to understandin' the separation of our two species. [Picking up a hacksaw] And the skull of the African here? The area associated with submissiveness is larger than any human or any other sub-human species on planet Earth. [Saws a piece off the back of the skull, brushes it off, and holds it up] If you examine this piece of skull here you'll notice three distinct dimples. Here, here and here. Now, if I was holdin' the skull of an Issac Newton or a Gallileo, these three dimples would be found in the area of the skull most associated with creativity. But this is the skull of old Ben. And in the skull of old Ben, unburdened by genius, these three dimples exist in the area of the skull most associated with servility. [To Django] Now bright boy, I will admit you are pretty clever. But if I took this hammer here, and I bashed in your skull with it, you would have the same three the same old Ben.
  • Django, and his friend in gray here, Dr. Schultz, are customers. And they are our guests, Stephen. And you, you old, decrepit bastard, you are to show them every hospitality. You understand that?


  • [To Django] Your black ass been all them motherfuckers at the big house could talk about for the last few hours. Seem like white folk ain't never had a bright idea in they life been comin' up with different ways to kill your ass. Now mind you, most of them ideas had to do with fuckin' with your fun parts. Now that may seem like a good idea but truth is when you snip a nigga's nuts most of 'em bleed out in oh about, mmm, seven minutes, most of 'em. Well, more than most. Then I says, "Shitfire, the niggers we sell to LeQuint Dickey got it worse than that." And they still saying, "Let's whip 'em to death" or "Throw 'em to the mandingos", "Feed 'em to Stonecipher's dogs". I said "What's so special 'bout that? We do that shit all the time. Hells bells, the niggers we sell to LeQuint Dickey got it worse than that." [mocking surprise] Lo and behold, outta nowhere, Miss Lara come up with the bright idea of givin' your ass to the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company. And as a slave of the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company, henceforth till the day you die, all day, every day, you will be swingin' a sledgehammer, turnin' big rocks into little rocks. Now when ya get there, they gonna take away your name, gi'ya a number and a sledgehammer and say, "Get to work!" One word of sass, they cuts out your tongue. They good at it too, you won't bleed out. Oh they does that real good. They gonna work ya, all day every day, till your back give out, then they gonna hitcha in the head with a hammer, and throw your ass down the nigga hole. And that will be the story of you, Django.
  • [Last words] DJANGO! You uppity son of a bi-!


[Django and Schultz walk into the saloon in Daughtrey]
Dr. King Schultz: Good morning, innkeeper! [The bartender is standing on a chair, changing a candle in the chandelier] Two beers for two weary travelers.
Saloon Keeper Pete: It's still a bit early. We won't be open for another hour. By then, we'll be servin' breakfast. [turns around and immediately recoils upon seeing Django] Oh, shit! Woh! Woh! Woh! Woh! What the hell do you think you're doing, boy?! Get that nigger out of here! [Schultz stares at Pete]
[Cuts to the bartender sprinting out of the saloon]
Saloon Keeper Pete: Help! Help!
Dr. King Schultz: Innkeeper! Remember, get the Sheriff, not the Marshal!
Saloon Keeper Peter: Sheriff! Sheriff! [Schultz walks back into the saloon]
Dr. King Schultz: Alas. Now we must act as our own bartender. [He takes off his jacket and walks behind the bar] Sit down, my boy. [Django sits down while Schultz fills two mugs with beer]
Django: What kinda dentist are you?
Dr. King Schultz: [laughs] Despite that cart I haven't practiced dentistry in five years. But these days I practice a new profession: bounty hunter. [Django stares at Schultz] Do you know what a bounty hunter is?
Django: No.
Dr. King Schultz: Well, the way the slave trade deals in human lives for cash, a bounty hunter deals in corpses. [clicks his tongue] Hat. [Django moves his hat aside so that Schultz can set the two beers down on the table] Prost? [The two clink mugs and drink] 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 - sometimes that's easier said than done. I show that corpse to the authorities - proving yes indeed I truly have killed him, at which point the authorities pay me the bounty. So, like slavery, it's a flesh for cash business.
Django: What's a bounty?
Dr. King Schultz: [takes a sip] It's like a reward.
Django: You kill people? And they give you a reward?
Dr. King Schultz: Certain people, yeah.
Django: Bad people?
Dr. King Schultz: Ah, [the] badder they are, [the] bigger the reward. Which brings me to you, and I must admit I'm at a bit of a quandary when it comes to you. On one hand I despise slavery, on the other hand I need your help. If you're not in a position to refuse, all the better. So for the time being I'm gonna make this slavery malarkey work to my benefit. Still, having said that, I feel guilty. So, I would like the two of us to enter into an agreement. [leans in] I'm looking for the Brittle brothers. [Django, intrigued, leans in as well] However in this endeavor I'm at a slight disadvantage in so far as I have no idea what they look like. But you do...don'tcha?
Django: I know what they look like all right.
Dr. King Schultz: Good. So, here's my agreement. You travel with me until we find them.
Django: Where we goin'?
Dr. King Schultz: I hear at least two of them are overseeing up in Gatlinburg, but I don't know where. That means we visit every plantation in Gatlinburg till we find them. And when we find them, you point them out, and I kill them. You do that, I agree to give you your freedom, twenty-five dollars per Brittle Brother, that's seventy-five dollars...[notices the Sheriff approaching and smiles]...and, as if on cue, here comes the Sheriff.
[The sheriff comes in, shotgun in his hand]
Sheriff Bill Sharp: Okay, boys! Fun's over. Come on out.
[He exits outside]
Sheriff Bill Sharp: Alright, folks, calm down! Go about your business. [levels shotgun at the doors] These jokers will be gone soon. [Schultz and Django exit] Now, why y'all wanna come into my town and start trouble, and...scare all these nice people? [Schultz advances on the sheriff] You ain't got nothin' better to do than to come into Bill Sharp's town and show your ass?
[A small Derringer promptly pops up in Schultz's right hand and he shoots the Sheriff in the stomach. The sheriff drops his shotgun and falls on his back, writhing in pain]
Pedestrian: What did you just do to our Sheriff? [Schultz walks around the wounded sheriff, aims his Derringer at his head, and shoots him again, silencing him. Everyone immediately runs away screaming, except the bartender]
Dr. King Schultz: Now you can get the marshal. [The bartender runs away]
Saloon Keeper Pete: Marshal! Marshal!

[Schultz has killed the Sheriff of Daughtrey, and practically everyone in the town has rifles trained on the front doors of the saloon]
U.S. Marshal Gill Tatum: You in the saloon! You got a hundred rifles aimed at every way outta that buildin'! You got one chance git outta this alive! You and your nigger come out right now with your hands over your head and I mean right now!
Dr. King Schultz: Is this the marshal I have the pleasure of addressing?
Marshal Tatum: Yes it is. This is U.S. Marshal Gill Tatum!
Dr. King Schultz: Na wunderbar, Marshal! I have relieved myself of all weapons, and just as you have instructed I am ready to step outside with my hands raised above my head! [Marshal Tatum spits out some tobacco] I trust, as a representative of the criminal justice system of the United States of America, I shan't be shot down in the street by either you or your deputies before I've had my day in court!
Marshal Tatum: You mean like you did our sheriff? Shot 'em down like a dog in the street!
Dr. King Schultz: Yes that's exactly what I mean! Do I have your word as a lawman not to shoot me down like a dog in the street? [beat]
Marshal Tatum: Well, much as we'd all enjoy seein' something like that, ain't nobody gonna cheat the hangman in my town!
Dr. King Schultz: Fair enough marshal. Here we come! [to Django] They're a little tense out there, so don't make any quick movements and let me do the talking.
[Schultz and Django exit the saloon, hands raised. Schultz has a piece of paper in his right hand]
Marshal Tatum: Come ahead. You unarmed?
Dr. King Schultz: Yes, indeed we are. Marshal Tatum, may I address you and your deputies, and apparently the entire town of Daughtrey, as to the incident that just occurred?
Marshal Tatum: Go on.
Dr. King Schultz: My name is Dr. King Schultz. Like yourself, marshal, I'm a servant of the court. The man lying dead in the dirt - who the good people of Daughtrey saw fit to elect as their sheriff - who went by the name of Bill Sharp, is actually a wanted outlaw by the name of Willard Peck, with a price on his head of two hundred dollars. Now that's two hundred dollars, dead or alive.
Marshal Tatum: The hell you say!
Dr. King Schultz: Well I'm aware this is probably disconcerting news. But I'm willing to wager this man was elected sheriff sometime in the past two years?
Marshal Tatum: [nods] Yeah.
Dr. King Schultz: I know this because three years ago he was rustling cattle from the B.C. Corrigan Cattle Company of Lubbock, Texas. Now this [pointing at paper] is a warrant made out by Circuit Court Judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin, Texas. You're encouraged to wire him. He'll back up who I am, and who your dear departed sheriff was. [lowers hands] In other words, marshal, you owe me two hundred dollars.
Django: [softly] I'll be damned.

Dr. King Schultz: Mr. Bennett, I must remind you Django is a free man. You cannot treat him like a slave. Now, within the bounds of good taste, he must be treated as an extension of myself.
Big Daddy: Understood, Schultz. Betina, sugar?
Betina: Yes sir?
Big Daddy: Django isn't a slave. Django is a free man. You can't treat him like any of the other niggers around here 'cause he ain't like any of the other niggers around here. You got it?
Betina: You want us to treat him like white folks? [Schultz nods]
Big Daddy: No. That's not what I said.
Betina: Then I don't know what you want, Big Daddy.
Big Daddy: Yes, I can see that. Ah, what's the name of that peckerwood boy from town that works with the glass? His momma worked over at the lumber yard.
House Servant: Oh, you mean Jerry.
Big Daddy: That's the boy's name. Jerry! Betina, you know Jerry. Don't you, sugar?
Betina: Yes sir, Big Daddy.
Big Daddy: Well, that's it then. Just treat him like you would Jerry.

[Little Raj and Big John Brittle are preparing to whip Little Jody]
Little Raj: Come on, now.
Little Jody: No, no, please!
Little Raj: Come on, girlie!
Little Jody: Please!
Little Raj: Come on. Get you set up now. [Raj drags her towards a tree, while Big John paces with a bible in his hand]
Big John Brittle: "And the Lord said; The fear of ye... [takes a practice crack of his whip] ...and the dread of ye shall be on every beast of the earth." [takes another crack, which comes off with the sharpness of a gunshot]
Little Raj: Come here now, woman!
Little Jody: No, please!
Little Raj: You'd better give me that arm!
[cut to Django approaching]
Little Raj: Okay, she's ready!
[Big John approaches Little Jody, who is tied to the tree by her arms]
Big John: And after this, we'll see if you break eggs again.
[Django shows up]
Django: John Brittle! [Big John turns and sees Django standing there, glaring determinedly at him] You remember me?
[A Derringer pops into Django's right hand and he shoots Big John in his chest through a Bible page. Big John looks down in shock at the bullet hole in his chest]
Django: I like the way you die, boy. [Big John pitches forward and collapses, dead]
Little Raj: Goddamn son of a bitch! [Little Raj fumbles to grab his revolver and drops it. Django picks up Big John's whip and takes the advantage of whipping Raj repeatedly, as all the other slaves gather behind and watch]
Django: Keep it funny!
[Django whips Raj into unconsciousness, then grabs Raj's revolver]
Django: [to the other slaves] Y'all wanna see somethin? [Django walks up and empties the revolver into Little Raj, just as Schultz comes racing in on horseback, rifle in hand]
Dr. King Schultz: Who were they?
Django: [pointing at the bodies] That's Big John. That's Little Raj.
Dr. King Schultz: Where's Ellis?
Django: He's the one hightailin' it across that field right now. [We see Ellis riding through the cotton field as fast as his can]
Dr. King Schultz: [aims his rifle and looks through his sights] You sure that's him?
Django: Yeah.
Dr. King Schultz: Positive?
Django: I dunno.
Dr. King Schultz: You don't know if you're positive?
Django: I dunno what positive means.
Dr. King Schultz: It means you're sure.
Django: Yes.
Dr. King Schultz: Yes what?
Django: Yes I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle. [Schultz fires. Blood soaks the cotton flowers as Ellis is hit in the chest and falls off his horse] I'm positive he dead.
[Schultz turns and sees Bennett and a large group of his men and slaves approaching with guns in hand]
Dr. King Schultz: Django! [Django and Schultz immediately drop their weapons and raise their hands in the air] Everybody calm down. We mean no one else any harm.
Spencer 'Big Daddy' Bennett: Who are you two jokers?
Dr. King Schultz: 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, Roger Brittle and Ellis Brittle.
Django: [quietly, to Schultz] They were goin' by the name Schaeffer.
Dr. King Schultz: You know them by the name of Schaeffer, but the butchers' real name was Brittle. These are wanted men. The law wants 'em for murder. Now, I reiterate, the warrant states dead or alive, so when Mr. Freeman and myself executed these men on sight, we were operating within our legal boundaries. I realize passions are high, but I must warn you, the penalty for taking deadly force against an officer of the court in the performance of his duty is, you'll be hung by the neck until you're dead. [beat] May I please remove the warrant from my pocket so you may examine it?
[Bennett extends his hand, indicating he wants the paper]
Spencer 'Big Daddy' Bennett: Gimme. '[Schultz removes the warrant from his jacket pocket and gives it to Big Daddy]
Dr. King Schultz: Satisfied?
[Bennett continues to look at the warrant]
Dr. King Schultz: May I have that back, please? [Bennett gives the warrant back to Schultz]
Spencer 'Big Daddy' Bennett: Get off my land.
Dr. King Schultz: Post haste. [to Django] Load up the bodies as quickly as you can and let's get out of here.

[Big Daddy is giving orders to a posse of men with KKK-type masks]
Spencer 'Big Daddy' Bennett: Now, unless they start shootin' first, nobody shoot 'em. That's way too simple for these jokers. We're gonna whup that nigger lover to death. And I'm gonna personally strip and clip that garboon myself! [puts his bag on] Damn. I can't see fuckin' shit out of this thing!
Bradshaw: Are we ready or what?
Big Daddy: Ah hold on, I'm fuckin' with my eye holes! [tears his bag] Oh shit. I just made it worse!
Tennessee Redfish: Who made this goddamn shit?!
O.B.: Willard's wife.
Willard: Well make your own goddamn mask!
Big Daddy: Look! Nobody's sayin' they don't appreciate what Jenny did.
Redfish: Well if all I had to do was cut a hole in a bag, I coulda cut it better than this!
O.B.: What about you, Robert? Can you see?
Robert: 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's movin' all over and I'm ridin' blind.
Randy: [tearing his bag] Shit. I just made mine worse. Anybody bring any extra bags?
Terry: No! Nobody brought an extra bag!
Randy: I'm just asking!
Doug: Do we have to wear 'em when we ride?
Big Daddy: Oh well shitfire! If you don't wear 'em as you ride up that just defeats the purpose!
Redfish: [ripping off his bag] Well I can't see in this fucking thing! I can't breathe in this fucking thing and I can't ride in this fucking thing!
Willard: Well fuck all, y'all! I'm goin' home! Ya know, I watched my wife work all day gettin' thirty bags together for you ungrateful sons of bitches, and all I can hear is criticize, criticize, criticize! [tears off his mask] From now on, don't ask me or mine for nothin'! [rides away]
Big Daddy: Now look, let's not forget why we're here. We gotta killer nigger over that hill there, and we gotta make a lesson outta 'em.
Randy: Okay I'm confused. Are the bags on or off?
Robert: I think, we all think, the bags was a nice idea. But not pointin' any fingers, they coulda been done better. So how about no bags this time, but next time, we do the bags right, and then we go full regalia. [The crowd agrees and starts to remove the bags]
Big Daddy: Wait a minute! I didn't say no bags. [Crowd stops]
Randy: But nobody can see.
Big Daddy: So?
Randy: So it'd be nice to see.
Big Daddy: Goddammit! This is a raid! I can't see! You can't see! So what? All that matters is can the fuckin' horse see! That's a raid!

Django Freeman: How you know Brunhilde's first master's was German?
Dr. King Schultz: Brunhilde is a German name. If they named her it stands to reason they'd be German.
Django: Lots of gals where you from named Brunhilde?
Schultz: Brunhilde is the name of a character in the most popular of all the German legends.
Django: There's a story 'bout Brunhilde?
Schultz: Yes there is.
Django: Do you know it?
Schultz: Oh every German knows that story. Would you like me to tell you? [Django nods] Well, Brunhilde was a princess. She was the daughter of Wotan, god of all gods. Anyway her father is really mad at her.
Django: What'd she do?
Schultz: I can't exactly remember. She disobeys him in some way. So he puts her on top of a mountain.
Django: Brunhilde's on a mountain?
Schultz: It's a German legend, there's always going to be a mountain in there somewhere. And he puts a fire-breathing dragon there to guard the mountain, and he surrounds her in a circle of hellfire. And there Brunhilde shall remain unless a hero arises brave enough to save her.
Django: Does a fella arise?
Schultz: Yes Django, as a matter of fact he does. A fella named Sigfried.
Django: Does Sigfried save her?
Schultz: [nods] Quite spectacularly so. He scales the mountain because he's not afraid of it. He slays the dragon because he's not afraid of him. And he walks through hellfire because Brunhilde's worth it.
Django: I know how he feels.
Schultz: I think I'm just starting to realize that. Look Django, I don't doubt that one day you'll save your lady love, but I can't let you go into Greenville in a good conscience. A slave auction town in Mississippi isn't the place for you to visit, free or not it's just too dangerous. But let me ask you a question: how do you like the bounty hunting business?
Django: Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like?
Schultz: I have to admit we make a good team.
Django: I thought you was mad at me for killin' Big John and Little Rog.
Schultz: Yeah, on that occasion you were a tad overzealous, but normally that's a good thing. How'd you like to partner up for the winter?
Django: Whatcha mean partner up?
Schultz: You work with me through the winter till the snow melts. I give you a third of my bounties so we make some money this winter and when the snow melts I'll take you to Greenville myself and we'll find where they sent your wife.
Django: Why you care what happens to me? Why you care if I find my wife?
Schultz: Frankly, I've never given anybody their freedom before, and now that I have I feel vaguely responsible for you. Plus when a German meets a real-life Sigfried that's kind of a big deal. As a German I'm obliged to help you on your quest to rescue your beloved Brunhilde.

[Amerigo Vessepi and Django are having drinks together after Vessepi's slave loses to Candie's in a Mandingo fight]
Amerigo Vessepi: What's your name?
Django: Django.
Vessepi: Can you spell it?
Django: D-J-A-N-G-O... the D is silent.
Vessepi: I know.

Calvin Candie: Mr. Stonesipher! Let Marsha and her bitches send D'Artagnan to nigger heaven.
Mr. Stonesipher: Marsha! Tear into him! (D'Artagnan screams as the dogs tear him apart.)
Candie: Your boss looks a little green around the gills for a blood sport like nigger-fighting.
Django: Nah. He just ain't used to seeing a man ripped apart by dogs is all.
Candie: You are used to it?
Django: I'm just a little more used to Americans than he is.

Calvin Candie: White cake?
Dr. King Schultz: I don't go in for sweets, thank you.
Candie: You brooding 'bout me getting the best of ya, huh?
Schultz: Actually, I was thinking of that poor devil you fed to the dogs today, D'Artagnan. And I was wondering what Dumas would make of all this.
Candie: Come again?
Schultz: Alexander Dumas. He wrote The Three Musketeers.
Candie: Yes of course, doctor.
Schultz: I figured you must be an admirer. You named your slave after his novel's lead character. If Alexander Dumas had been there today, I wonder what he would have made of it?
Candie: You doubt he'd approve, huh?
Schultz: Yes. His approval would be a dubious proposition at best.
Candie: Soft-hearted Frenchy.
Schultz: Alexander Dumas is black.

Billy Crash: [To Django] So y'all bounty hunters, huh? I knew there was somethin' fishy 'bout y'all. We found your wanted posters and book of figures in your saddle bags. I gotta say, I ain't never hearda no black bounty hunter before. Black boy paid to kill white men, how'd ya like that kinda work? Probably pretty good while it lasted, huh? [holding a knife to Django's groin] Time to say goodbye to them nuts, blackie. On three. One. [Django screams in pain] I gotcha. Two. [Django yells a muffled "please!"] Calm down now, here it comes.
Stephen: Captain? Miss Lara wanna see you. Somethin' to do with the old man's funeral. Oh, and she changed her mind 'bout snippin' Django. She gonna give 'em to the LeQuint Dickey people.
Billy Crash: [annoyed] Well she didn't waste a minute tellin' me. How disappointing.

[Candie's family and friends enter Candieland after the funeral. As they enter, Stephen sings "In the Sweet By and By"]
Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly: Cora, would you prepare us some coffee?
Stephen: Sheba, you help her.
Cora: Come on.
[Sheba and Cora start up the stairs, when...]
Django: [singing] In the sweet by and by...... [Django, dressed in one of Candie's suits, walks over to the balcony railing, carrying a lit candle]
Django: Oh, y'all gonna be together with Calvin in the by-and-by, alright. Just a bit sooner than y'all was expectin'. [Crash and his plantation colleagues try to whip their guns out as Django snuffs out the candle, whips out his revolver and shoots them. Billy falls, a bullet in his chest]
Django: Billy Crash! Now where were we? Oh, that's right. Last time I seen you, you had your hands on my- [shoots Crash' groin. Crash flops like a fish on the ground for a few moments, screaming hysterically]
Billy Crash: D-Jango, you black son of a bitch!
Django: The D is silent, hillbilly. [shoots Crash in the head]
Lara Lee: Oh no!
Django: Now, all you black folks, I suggest you get away from all these white folks. [Stephen quickly goes to open the front door] Not you, Stephen. You right where you belong. [turns to Cora] Uh, Cora, could you tell Ms. Lara "goodbye"?
Cora: Do what?
Django: I said, would you tell Ms. Lara "goodbye"? [beat]
Cora: [looks at Ms. Lara] Bye, Ms. Lara! [Django shoots Lara, whose body is thrown backwards despite being shot at an angle]


  • Life, liberty and the pursuit of vengeance.
  • Once upon a time in the south.
  • This Christmas, Django is off the chain.
  • The D is silent. Payback won't be.


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