Django Unchained2012

[Django and Schultz walk into the saloon in Daughtrey]

Dr. King Schultz:
Good morning, innkeeper! 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. [sees Django] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell do you think you're doing, boy?! Get that n*gger out of here! [runs out of the saloon] Help! Help!

Schultz:
Innkeeper! Remember, get the Sheriff, not the Marshal!

Pete:
Sheriff! Sheriff!

Schultz:
Alas. Now we must act as our own bartender. Sit down, my boy. [drafts two beer mugs]

Django:
What kinda dentist are you?

Schultz:
[laughs] Despite that cart I haven't practiced dentistry in five years. But these days I practice a new profession: bounty hunter. Do you know what a bounty hunter is?

Django:
No.

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; Schultz set the two beers on the table] Prost? 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?

Schultz:
It's like a reward.

Django:
You kill people? And they give you a reward?

Schultz:
Certain people, yeah.

Django:
Bad people?

Schultz:
Ah, badder they are, 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. I'm looking for the Brittle brothers. 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.

Schultz:
Good. So, here's my agreement. You travel with me until we find them.

Django:
Where we goin'?

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 — and, as if on cue, here comes the Sheriff.

Sheriff Bill Sharp:
Okay, boys! Fun's over. Come on out. [Schultz and Django step outside] Alright, folks, calm down! Go about your business. These jokers will be gone soon. Now, why y'all wanna come into my town and start trouble, and scare all these nice people? You ain't got nothin' better to do than to come into Bill Sharp's town and show your ass? [Schultz advances on the sheriff and shoots him with a concealed derringer.]

Pedestrian:
What did you just do to our Sheriff? [Schultz walks around the wounded sheriff and shoots him again in the head]

Schultz:
[to the bartender] Now you can get the marshal.

Pete:
Marshal! Marshal!