Movies like Django show slavers getting their shit kicked in, that just feels good.
Kill Bill too, but with more blood.. generally speaking Tarantino movies are good for catharsis.. but what other movies are there?
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Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business, or prepare to get winged! Calm yourselves gentlemen, I mean you no harm. I'm simply a fellow weary traveler. Good cold evening gentlemen, I'm looking for a pair of slave traders that go by the name of the Speck Brothers. Might that be you? Who wants to know? Well, I do. I'm Dr. King Schultz, this is my horse, Fritz. What kinda doctor? Dentist. Now are you the Speck Brothers, and did you purchase those men at the Greenville slave auction? So what? So, I wish to parley with you. Speak English. Oh, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, it is a second language. Now, amongst your inventory, I've been led to believe, is a specimen I'm keen to acquire. Hello you poor devils! Is there one amongst you, who was formerly a resident of The Carrucan Plantation? I'm from The Carrucan Plantation. Who said that? What's your name? Django. Then you're exactly the one I'm looking for. Do you know who the Brittle Brothers are? Who are they? Big John Ellis and Raja sometime they call him Lit'le Raj. They was overseers at Carrucan plantation. Not anymore. Tell me If you were to see any of these three gentlemen again, would you recognize them? Hey! Stop talk with 'em like that. Like what? Like that! My good man, I'm simply trying to ascertain- Speak English, goddammit! Everybody calm down, I'm simply a customer trying to conduct a transaction. I don't care. No sale. Now off wit' you! Oh, don't be ridiculous, o'course they're for sale. Move it. My good man, did you simply get carried away with your dramatic gesture, or are you pointing your weapon at me with lethal intention? Last chance, fancy pants. Oh, very well I'm sorry to have put 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. Goddamn son of a bitch! You shot Roscoe! And you killed Ace! Hey, I only shot your brother once he threatened to shoot me. And I do believe I have one, two, three, four, five witnesses who can attest to that fact. Damn legs busted! 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. God fucking dammit! As I was saying, if you were to see the Brittle Brothers again, you could recognize them? Yeah. Sold American! So Mr. Speck, Mr. Speck, how much for young Django here? That iron is nasty business. Could you hold this for a moment? Thank you. Django, get up on that horse. Also if I were you, I'd take that winter coat the dear departed Speck left behind. Nigger, don't you touch my brother's coat! Goddammit! One hundred ten twenty and five for young Django here. And since you won't be needing it anymore, I'd like to purchase your brother's nag. Also Mr. Speck, I am afraid I will require a bill of sale. Do you have one? You go to hell, dentist! I thought not. No worries! I come prepared. Thank you. This will serve nicely as a bill of sale. Now as to you poor devils 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 could 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 could unshackle yourselves take that rifle, put a bullet in his head, bury the two of them deep, and then make your way to a more enlightened area of this country. The choice is yours. Oh, and on the off chance there are any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is that one. Tata. Now wait a minute fellas, let's talk about this. You gotta be reasonable on a situation like this. I'm not a bad guy, look I'm just doing my job! Blueberry, didn't I give you my last apple? Tell you what boys, take me to Lit'le Duck in El Paso, I'll get you your freedom. No. No, please- What's everybody staring at? They never seen a nigger on a horse before. Good morning inn keeper! Two beers for two weary travelers. Ah, it's still a bit early. We won't be open for another hour. By then we'll be servin' breakfast. Wow wow wow wow! What the hell you think you doin', boy? Get that nigger outta here. Help! Help! Inn keeper! Remember, get the sheriff, not the marshall. Alas Now we must act as our own bartender. Sit down, my boy. What kinda dentist are you? Despite that cart, I haven't practiced dentistry in five years. These days I practice a new profession. Bounty Hunter. D'you know what a Bounty Hunter is? No. Well The way the slave trade deals in human lives for cash, a bounty hunter deals in corpses. 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, and sometimes that's easier said then 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. What's a bounty? It's like a reward. You kill people and they give you a reward? Certain people, yeah. Bad people? Aah! Badder they are, bigger the reward! Which brings me to you. And I must admit that 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 slave 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 I've had this endeavor, I'm- I'm at a slight disadvantage, in so far as, I don't know what they look like. But you do don't you? I know what they look like, all right. Good. So here's my agreement. You travel with me until we find them- Where we goin'? 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. Okay boys, fun's over. Come on out. All right folks, calm down. You bout your business. The 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? What did you jus' do to our sheriff? Now you can get the marshall. Marshall, marshall! Should we wait inside? Can't we just leave? After you. Move that buckboard long ways 'cross the street from the saloon! I want six men, six riffles behind it. I want two men, two rifles up on this roof, two men two rifles on that roof. All the barrels aimed at that front door. Somebody git poor Bill outta the goddamn street. You in the saloon! We got a hundred riffles aimed on every way outta that buildin'! You got once chance git outta this alive! You and your nigger come out right now with your hands over your head, and I mean, right now! Is this the marshall I have the pleasure of addressing? Yes it is. This is U.S. Marshall Gill Tatum. That wunderbar, marshall. 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. 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. You mean like you did our sheriff? Shot 'em down like a dog in the street! 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? Well, as much as we'd all enjoy seein' somethin' like that, ain't nobody gonna cheat the hangman in my town. Fair enough marshall, here we come! They're a little tense out there. So don't make any quick movements, and let me do the talking. Come ahead. You unarmed? Yes indeed we are. Marshall Tatum, may I address you and your deputies, and apparently the entire town of Daughtrey, as to the incident that just occurred? Go on. My name is Dr. King Schultz, and like yourself, marshall, I am 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. The hell you say! I'm aware this is probably disconcerting news. But I'm willing to wager this man was elected sheriff sometime in the last two years. I know this because three years ago, he was rustling cattle from the B.C. Corrigan Cattle Company of Lubbock, Texas. Now this 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. In other words marshall, you owe me two hundred dollars. I'll be damned.
