Quentin Tarantino, James Remar, James Russo, Jamie Foxx, Christoph Waltz - Django Unchained: Opening Scene lyrics

As the film's OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE plays
Complete
With it's own SPAGHETTI WESTERN THEME SONG
We see SEVEN shirtless and shoeless
Black male slaves
Connected together with LEG IRONS, being run
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
FLASHBACKNow 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 it's 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

THE OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE end
Ext woods - night

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
The sky 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 Slaves Good
Cold evening gentlemenTo the shivering
Slavers 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?

DRScHULTZ: Dentist are you
The Speck Brothers
And did you purchase those men
At The Greenville Slave Auction?

ACE SPECK: So what?

DRScHULTZ: So, I wish to parley with you

ACE SPECK: Speak English!

DRScHULTZ: 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

DrSchultz moves Fritz forward
Towards the darkness, raises his
Lantern, illuminating our hero Django

DRScHULTZ: Splendid! And what's
Your name young, man?

DJANGO: Django

DRScHULTZ: Wunderbar! You're exactly the
One I'm lookingfor
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
DrSchultz is delighted

DRScHULTZ: Big John, Ellis
And little brother Raj?

DJANGO: Dem da Brittle Brothers

DRScHULTZ: So Django
Do you think you could recognize The
Speck Brothers have been watching this
Tenderfoot engage their Slave in polite
Conversationwith a touch of disbelief

ACE SPECK: Hey
Stop talkin' to him like that!

DRScHULTZ: Like what?

ACE SPEC: Like THAT!

DRScHULTZ: My good man
I'm simply trying to ascertain

ACE SPECK: Speak English, goddamit!

DRScHULTZ: 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!

DRScHULTZ: 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

DRScHULTZ: 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

DRScHULTZ: 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 faceblOWING
The dumber dumb brother off his horse
Dead in the dirt

Before Dicky can maneuver either his rifle or
His horse in the German's direction

BAM
DrScHULTZ 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
Let's 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

DRScHULTZ: 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

DrSchultz LIGHTS the lantern
Illuminating himself
As he stands overDicky's body

DICKY SPECK: You goddamn son of a bitch
You killed Ace!

DRScHULTZ: I only shot your brother
Once he threatened
To shoot me and I do believe I have:

Counting out the slaves

DR sCHULTZ CONT’D: …one, two
Three, four, five, six
Seven witnesses who can attest to that fact

DICKY SPECK: My damn legs busted!

DRScHULTZ: 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?

DJANGO: Yes

DRScHULTZ: 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
Assthey 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

BACK TO DJANGO

DJANGO: I can point 'em out

DRScHULTZ: Sold American! So MrSpeck
How much for Django?

DICKY SPECK: I'm gonna lose this leg!

DRScHULTZ: 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!

DRScHULTZ: Don't be silly how
Much for Django?

DICKY SPECK: 800 dollars!

DRScHULTZ: 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

The good doctor removes a pamphlet from
His grey suit coat pocket

DRScHULTZ: 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
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 about a hundred and twenty five
Dollars for young Django here?

DrSchultz removes his long billfold
From his pocket, and
Takes out a one hundred dollar bill
Two tens and a fiver

DrScHULTZ: 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 money in 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

DRScHULTZ: 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

DrScHULTZ: MrSpeck
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:

DrScHULTZ: 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?

DRScHULTZ: Why not

He writes it in his book with a silent "D"
Then stops to admire the way it looks

DRScHULTZ: 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

DRScHULTZ: If you'd be so kind Speck
As to make you mark here

The Hillbilly spit's 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

DRScHULTZ: 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

DRScHULTZ: Now as to you poor devils-
He tosses to Pudgy Ralph the
Keys to the shackles

DRScHULTZ: 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

DRScHULTZ: 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

DRScHULTZ: Just give him a little kick

Django does, and the horse responds by moving

DRScHULTZ: See, it's not so difficult