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Hyah! Huh!

Get in there now!

Get in! Get in!

Get in there, Dude!

-Get in now!

Hyah! Come on! Huh!

All right! Huh!

-Huh!

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa.

Got room for one more?

Who the hell are you?!

And what happened to them?

Name's Major Marquis Warren,

former U.S. Cavalry.

Currently a servant

of the court.

Trying to bring a couple

no-goods into market.

Got the paperwork on 'em

in my pocket.

You takin' 'em into Red Rock?

Figure that's where

you headed, right?

I am.

That damn blasted blizzard

has been on our ass

for the last three hours.

There ain't no way we gonna

make it all the way to Red Rock

-'fore it catches us.

-So you hightailin' it halfway,

to Minnie's Haberdashery?

You know I am.

May I come aboard?

Well, smoke,

if it up to me, yes.

But it ain't up to me.

Who's it up to?

Fella in the wagon.

Fella in the wagon

ain't partial to company?

Fella in the wagon,

he paid for a private trip,

and I'm here to tell you,

he paid a pretty penny

for privacy.

So if you want to go

to Minnie's with us,

you gonna have to talk to him.

Well...

that's what I'll do.

Hold it, black fella.

'Fore you approach,

you take them two guns of yours

and you lay 'em on that rock

over yonder.

Then you raise both your hands

way above your hat.

Then you approach.

Molasses-like.

Real trustin' fella, huh?

Not so much.

Put 'em down.

Come on ahead.

I said way above your hat,

goddamn it!

Now come forward.

That's far enough.

Well, I'll be dogged.

You a black fella I know.

Colonel somethin'-or-other

Warren, right?

Major Marquis Warren.

I know you, too.

We, uh, shared a steak dinner

once upon a time

in Chattanooga.

You John Ruth The Hangman.

That'd be me.

How long's that been?

Since that steak?

Oh... eight months.

So why don't you explain to me

what a African

bounty hunter's doin'

wanderin' around in the snow

in the middle of Wyoming?

Trying to get a couple

of bounties in to Red Rock.

So you still in business?

You know I am.

Happened to your horse?

Circumstances caused us to have

to take the long way round.

-My horse couldn't make it.

-Mm.

You don't know nothin'

'bout this filly here.

Nope.

-Don't even know her name?

-Nope.

Well, I guess that makes this

one fortuitous wagon.

I sure as hell hope so.

Major Marquis Warren,

this here's Daisy Domergue.

Domergue,

to you this is Major Warren.

Howdy, nigger.

She's a pepper, ain't she?

Now, girl, don't you know

the darkies don't like

being called niggers no more?

They find it offensive.

I been called worse.

Now, that I can believe.

You never heard of her, huh?

Should I?

Well, she ain't no

John Wilkes Booth,

but maybe you might heard tell

about the price on her head.

How much?

-$10,000.

Damn.

What'd she do,

kill Lily Langtry?

Not quite.

That ten thousand's practically

in my pocket.

It's why I ain't too anxious

to be handin' out rides,

especially to professionals

open for business.

I can certainly

appreciate that.

But I ain't got no designs

on her.

One of my fellas over there

is worth $4,000,

another one's worth $3,000,

and one of 'em's worth $1,000.

That's damn sure good enough

for me.

Well...

let me see their paperwork.

Like I said, molasses-like.

Back off.

Look, I sure hate

to interrupt you all,

but we got a cold damn blizzard

that's hot on our ass

that we're tryin' to beat

to shelter!

I realize that!

Now, shut your mouth

and hold them damn horses

while I think!

Okay, boy, we'll give it a try.

But you leave them two pistols

over yonder with the driver.

Hey, uh, you ain't

really gonna let that nigger

ride in here, is ya?

I mean, maybe up there

with O.B., but...

How ya like the sound

of them bells, bitch?

They real pretty, ain't they?

You open up

your trashy mouth again,

I'll knock out them

front teeth for ya.

-You got it?

Yeah.

Let me hear ya say, "I got it."

I got it.

Uh, I'm gonna need a hand tyin'

these fellas up on the roof.

Give O.B. $50

when we get to Red Rock.

He'll help ya.

Well, I agree with O.B.

This storm got me concerned.

We get goin' a lot quicker

you helped out, too.

Goddamn it to hell,

I'm already regrettin' this.

Now, I can't likely help you

tie fellas to the roof

with my wrist cuffed to hers.

And my wrist is gonna stay

cuffed to hers,

and she ain't never gonna

leave my goddamn side

till I personally put her

in the Red Rock jail!

Now, do you got that?!

Yeah, I got it.

Good.

Say, partner, you give me a hand

tying these three fellows up

on the roof,

I'll make it worth your while

we get to Red Rock.

Now, I hear...

you making $8,000

off these dead fuckers?

Yeah.

Well, I'll help you...

for $250.

How about $150,

and I pay for all your booze

the first two days

we're in Red Rock?

-Hmm. -They got a little

social club in Red Rock?

Why, yes, they do.

Let's take you

to a night there, too.

Now, that's a good deal, sir.

Shit fire,

that's a damn good deal.

But I can't leave these horses

unattended,

so you gonna have to get

them folks to hold the horses.

Shit.

-I'll see what I can do.

-Mr. Ru...

Excuse me,

you think you could, uh,

hold on to these horses

while we load these fellas

on the roof?

Yeah, course.

Come on, tramp.

Okay.

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Huh!

Giddyup!

Yah! Cimarron!

Leche! Get in!

So, what happened

to your horse?

Get in!

He was kinda old.

I done had him for a bit.

When the weather took a turn

for the worse,

well, he done what he could,

but he couldn't make it.

Get in!

-That's too bad.

Yeah, it is.

Me and ol' Lash done rode

a lot of miles together.

Could say he was

my best friend,

if I considered stupid animals

friends, which I don't.

Nevertheless,

I'm gonna miss him.

Had a horse like that once.

-About 20 years ago.

Huh!

Called him Cauliflower.

I used to call him

my beast friend.

And what happened to him?

Some rattlesnake

shot him out from under me.

You make it right?

Oh, you know I did.

Leche! Ha!

Who's this Daisy Domergue?

A no damn good murdering bitch,

that's who.

Come on, boys! Get up!

I see you ain't got

mixed emotions

about bringing a woman

to a rope.

By "woman," you mean her?

No, I do not have

mixed emotions.

Get in! Ha!

So you taking her

into Red Rock to hang.

You bet.

You gonna wait round

to watch it?

Oh, you know I am.

Come on!

-I want to hear her neck snap

with my own two ears.

Get up, boys!

-You never wait

to watch 'em hang? -Get up!

My bounties never hang,

'cause I never

bring 'em in alive.

-Never?

-Never ever.

Ha! Get up! Yah!

-We talked about this

in Chattanooga. Bringing

desperate men in alive's

a good way

to get yourself dead.

Get in there!

-Can't catch me sleeping

if I don't close my eyes.

I don't want to work that hard.

No one said the job is

supposed to be easy.

No one said it's supposed to be

that hard, neither.

Get up, boys! Ha!

-But that, little lady,

is why they call him

"The Hangman."

When the handbill says

"dead or alive,"

the rest of us

shoot ya in the back

from up on top

of a perch somewhere,

-bring ya in dead over

a saddle. -O.B.: Get in!

But when John Ruth The Hangman

catches ya,

you don't die from no bullet

in the back.

Mm-mm.

When The Hangman catches you,

you hang.

Ha!

You overrate him, nigger.

I give ya he got guts,

but in the brains department,

he like a man who took

a high dive in a low well.

-Now, Daisy,

I want us to work out a signal

system of communication.

When I elbow you real hard in

the face, that means "shut up."

You got it?

I got it.

Get in there!

Come on now, boys, get in!

♪ ♪

♪ Hey, little apple blossom ♪

♪ What seems to be

the problem? ♪

♪ All the ones

you tell your troubles to ♪

♪ They don't really

care for you ♪

♪ Come and tell me

what you're thinking ♪

♪ 'Cause just when the boat

is sinking ♪

♪ A little light is blinking ♪

♪ And I will come

and rescue you ♪

♪ Lots of girls

walk around in tears ♪

♪ But that's not for you ♪

♪ You've been looking

all around for years ♪

-♪ For someone to tell

your troubles to ♪ -Ha!

♪ Come and sit with me

and talk a while ♪

♪ Let me see

your pretty little smile ♪

♪ Put your troubles

in a little pile ♪

♪ And I will sort them out

for you, all right. ♪

Hyah!

Get in!

Get in there!

Mm.

Giddyup!

I, uh... I know we only

met each other the once before,

-and, uh, I don't mean to

unduly imply intimacy, -Get up!

-but, well...

-Yah!

you still got it?

Do I still got what?

Get in, now!

The Lincoln letter.

Mm. Course.

Get up, boys!

-Got it on ya?

-Mm-hmm.

Come on!

Where?

Right here.

Come on, boys! Get up!

Look, I know you got to be

real careful with it and all,

and I can imagine you probably

don't like taking it

in and out of the envelope

all that often,

-but, uh...

-Get up!

if you wouldn't mind, I'd sure

appreciate seeing that again.

Get in, boys!

Ha! Giddyup!

You're right.

I don't like

taking it in and out

-of the envelope that much.

-I... Yeah.

-But...

-Get in!

seeing's how you saved

my life and all...

I suppose I could let you

read it again.

Get in! Ha!

Get in there!

Get up now!

Get in!

Giddyup!

Huh!

Get in, now!

Get in!

"Ole Mary Todd's calling, so I

guess it must be time for bed."

Ole Mary Todd.

Ha!

Get in!

-Well, that...

-Get up, boys!

that gets me.

Yeah, it gets me, too.

Get in! Get in!

You know what this is, tramp?

Hmm?

It's a letter from Lincoln.

-Letter from Lincoln to him.

-Get in there!

Yeah.

They shared a correspondence

during the war.

They was pen pals.

-And this is just one

of the letters. -Get up!

What the...

Hyah! -WARREN: O.B.!

Stop!

Whoa!

Easy.

Whoa.

All the stupid...

Like to rip my goddamn arm off!

I didn't drag her stinking ass

up this goddamn mountain

just for you to break her neck

on the outskirts of town!

You the one handed her

my goddamn letter!

I didn't give it to her,

-I give it to you!

That nigger

like to bust my jaw.

You ruin that letter of his,

that nigger gonna

stomp your ass to death.

And when he do, I'm gonna

sit back on that wagon wheel,

watch and laugh!

How is it?

Well, she ain't help it none.

But it's all right.

Is that the way

niggers treat their ladies?

You ain't no goddamn lady!

Hey, Mr. Ruth!

What?

There's another fella on foot

up here on the road.

Hey!

What?!

I said there's another fella

on foot, up here on the road.

Is that it, Daisy?

That the surprise

you got planned for me?

'Cause I know you got a surprise

planned for me.

Maybe the surprise

is I'm tired of running.

You facing a rope, tramp.

Ain't nobody get tired

of running from that.

You might be surprised, John.

If you're counting

on surprising me, Daisy,

don't count on it.

Hey! Hey!

Considering there's

a blizzard going on,

whole lot of fellas

walking around,

wouldn't you say, Major?

Well, seeing as how

I'm half of them fellas,

uh, yeah,

seems to be a lot of us.

-You know that fella?

-Hey!

I know me some people

around here.

Spend a lot of time

on this mountain

hiding out from bushwhackers.

Could be I know that fella.

Maybe I don't.

I wasn't expecting nobody.

You weren't, eh?

No, I weren't.

This changes things, son.

$8,000 a whole lot of money

for a nigger.

But with a partner,

18's a whole lot better.

I ain't got a partner no more.

So you say.

You take a gander at them

three frozen fuckers up there

and see if you see

any bullet holes in their back.

Well, maybe

Reverend Roy McCracken.

Him I did shoot in the back.

But, shit fire, he deserved it.

He not only killed my partner,

-he tried to steal

my damn horse. -Put them on.

Oh, I-I ain't wearing

no handcuffs.

You put those on,

or you can stop

worrying about

this whole thing right now!

You really think I'm in cahoots

with that fella or her?

That's my problem, boy.

I don't know.

And until I do, you in chains.

Hey!

Hey!

Hand your weapons

to the driver.

Little jumpy, ain't you?

Never mind the jokes.

Just do it.

If you say so.

I do.

Okay.

I done done it.

O.B., you got 'em?

I got 'em.

Okay, fella.

You keep holding that lantern

in that one hand,

and you keep that other hand

where I can see it.

Walk over there where I can

get a good look at ya.

Well, I'll be

a goddamn dog in a manger.

Is that you, Chris Mannix?

I'm sorry, friend,

do we know each other?

Not quite.

You know this fella?

Only by reputation.

Like I said, friend, you got me

at a bit of a disadvantage.

Keeping you at a disadvantage

is an advantage

I intend to keep.

Uh, whoever you are, mister,

you sure sound tough

when you talking to a desperate

man knee-deep in snow.

I-I... I don't want no trouble.

I just want a ride.

I-I'm freezing to death!

Who is this joker?

You heard of the rebel renegade

Erskine Mannix?

-Mannix's Marauders?

-That's them.

Scourge of South Carolina,

Mannix's Marauders.

It's Erskine's youngest boy,

Chris.

Brings you in my path,

Chris Mannix?

Well, Mr. Face,

I was riding to Red Rock,

my horse stepped in

a gopher hole in the snow,

fucked up his leg,

had to put 'er down.

You got business in Red Rock?

-Yes, I do.

-What?

I'm the new sheriff.

Horseshit.

-'Fraid not.

-Where's your star?

Well, I ain't the sheriff yet.

Now, once I get there,

they swear me in.

But, uh, that ain't

happened yet.

And-and that's when

you get your star.

You got anything that can

back any of this up?

Yeah. When we get to Red Rock.

And-and from the look of those

three frozen fuckers up there,

I-I figure you a bounty hunter

open for business.

And-and I figure you taking

them three dead bodies

into Red Rock to get paid?

Three dead.

One alive.

Who's that?

Daisy Domergue.

Who the fuck is Daisy Domergue?

Not a goddamn thing to nobody,

except me and the hangman.

The hangman?

Well, I'll be

double-dog damned.

You're "The Hangman" Bob Ruth!

It's John.

And you!

You're the nigger

with the head!

Major Marquis!

My Lord, is that really

the real head

of Major Marquis

looking at me now?

Yeah, it's really me,

and it's really my head.

So what's going on?

Uh, y'all having

a bounty hunters' picnic?

Never mind.

Uh, you taking

them three dead bodies

and-and hurrying to Red Rock

to get paid, ain't you?

Yeah.

Well, the man in Red Rock's

supposed to pay you is me,

the new sheriff.

So if y'all want to get paid,

y'all need to get me

to Red Rock.

Well, excuse me

for finding it hard to believe

a town electing you to do

anything except drop dead.

So I'm supposed

to freeze to death

'cause you find something

hard to believe?

No, I suppose not.

Put them on and come inside.

No.

Then you'll freeze.

Then you'll hang.

How so?

Stagecoach driver, could you

come down here and join us?

I got to hold these horses.

I can hear you just fine

from up here.

Well, you just heard me

tell this fella

I'm the new sheriff

of Red Rock, right?

Yeah.

Red Rock is my town now.

And I'm gonna enter my town

in bounty hunter's chains?

No, sir!

Sorry, bushwhackers,

I ain't entering Red Rock

that way.

Now, when you finally get

to Red Rock,

you gonna realize every

goddamn thing I said was right.

And I expect you, O.B.,

to tell the townsfolk

of Red Rock

that John Ruth let their

new sheriff freeze to death.

Ain't no bounty on my head,

bushwhacker.

You let me die, that's murder.

Hold out your hands.

O.B.!

Give the major back his iron.

One thing I know for sure,

this nigger-hating

son of a gun

ain't partnered up with you.

Now, I'll help you protect

your 8,000,

you help me protect my ten.

Deal?

Well, ain't love grand?

Y'all want to lie on the ground

and make snow angels together?

Hut!

Come on!

Hyah!

Well, I'll tell you what, Bob.

The name's John.

-When we get to Red Rock,

Hyah!

I'll buy you

and Major Marquis there

-dinner and booze.

Get in!

My way of saying thanks.

I don't drink

with rebel renegades,

and I damn sure

don't break bread with them.

-Well, Mr. Ruth...

Get up, boys!

you sound like you got

a axe to grind

against the Cause.

-"The Cause" of a

renegade army? -O.B.: Get in!

Bunch of losers gone loco.

-You bet I do.

Get up there! Hyah!

You wrapped yourselves up

in a rebel flag

as an excuse to kill and steal.

And this ought

to interest you, Warren.

Imparticular,

emancipated blacks.

Sounds like my kind of fella.

Sound to me you been reading

a lot of newspapers printed

in Washington, D.C.

Get in! Huh!

Anywho, I'm just trying

to let y'all know

how grateful I am.

I was a goner.

And y'all saved me.

You want to show me

how grateful you are?

Get in there!

-Shut up.

Goddamn it, Daisy.

It's coming.

Get in there, Cimarron!

Here.

Last piece.

Get in!

Get in, now!

Hyah!

Does he know...

Does he know

how famous you once was?

I don't think so.

Giddyup!

Black Eye.

-Do you know who he is?

Get in!

Do I know

about the $30,000 reward

the Confederacy put on the head

of Major Marquis?

Come on now, boys!

Get in!

-Yeah.

Ah, them hillbillies

went nigger head-hunting.

Get in!

-They just never did get 'em

the right nigger head,

did they?

No, they didn't.

But it wasn't

for lack of trying.

Get in, boys! Ha! Get on!

Them peckerwoods

left their homes and families,

and come up this snowy mountain

looking for me and fortune.

Ha! Get up!

Ain't none of 'em

found fortune.

The ones you ain't

never heard of no more,

they found me.

Now, it didn't stay $30,000

the length of the war.

Once passions cooled,

it dropped down to eight,

then five.

Get up, boys! Ha!

But I bet even

when it was 5,000,

you had your share

of country boys coming to call.

Mm, you know I did.

Why'd they have

a reward on you?

Confederates took exception

to my capacity for killing 'em.

Get up, now!

And after I broke

out of Wellenbeck,

well, the South took

my continued existence

-as a personal affront.

Get up!

-And the Cause put a reward

on my head. -JOHN: Hmm.

Get in there!

What's, uh, Wellenbeck?

You ain't never heard

of Wellenbeck prisoner

of war camp, West Virginia?

No, reb,

I ain't never heard of it.

Hyah!

-Did you bust out?

Oh,

Major Marquis did more

than bust out.

Major Marquis

had a bright idea.

Get in, now!

So bright, you got to wonder

why nobody never thought

about it before.

Tell John Ruth

your bright idea.

Well, the whole damn place

was just made out of kindling.

Get in!

So I burnt it down.

Get in! Hyah!

There was a rookie regiment

spending overnight in the camp.

47 men burnt to a crisp.

-Southern youth, farmers' sons,

Get up!

cream of the crop.

And I say, "Let 'em burn."

I'm supposed to apologize

for killing Johnny Reb?

You joined the war

to keep niggers in chains.

I joined the war to kill

-white Southern crackers.

Ha! Get up!

And that means killing 'em

any way I can.

Get in!

-Shoot 'em, stab 'em,

drown 'em, burn 'em,

drop a big ol' rock

on their head.

Whatever it took to put

white Southern crackers

-in the ground,

Get up!

that's what I joined

the war to do.

And that's what I did.

To answer your question,

John Ruth,

when Major Marquis

burned 47 men alive,

for no more reason than to give

a nigger a run for the trees,

that's when the South

put a reward

on the head of Major Marquis.

-And I made them trees, Mannix.

Get in!

You best believe

I ain't looked back

till I crossed

the Northern line.

Oh, but you had

a surprise waiting for you

on the Northern side,

didn't you?

See, once they started

pulling out

all them burnt bodies

at Wellenbeck,

seems not all them boys

were rebs.

Why, you burn up

some of your own boys,

didn't you, Major?

How many burnt prisoners

they end up finding?

Wasn't the final

Yankee death count

something like 37?

Giddyup!

That's the thing about war,

Mannix.

People die.

Oh.

So you gonna chalk it up

to "war is hell," huh?

Well, admittedly, that is

a hard argument to argue with.

But if memory serves,

your side didn't look

at it that way.

I think they thought

37 white men

for one nigger

wasn't so hot a trade.

-I do believe they accused you

Giddyup!

of being a kill-crazy nigger

who only joined the war

to kill white folks,

and the whole

blue and gray of it all

really didn't matter

that much to you.

Ha! Get up!

And that's why they drummed

your black ass

out of the cavalry with

a yellow stripe down your back.

Get in!

-Isn't it, Major?

Horseshit!

If he'd have did all that,

the cavalry

-would've shot him.

Get in!

Well, I didn't say

they could prove it.

Get up!

-But they sure did

think it out loud,

didn't they, Major?

Hyah! Get up, boys!

But Warren's war record

was stellar,

and that's what saved his ass.

Hyah!

Now, you killed yourself

your share

of redskins in your day,

didn't you, Black Major?

Cavalry tends

to look kindly on that.

I'll tell you what the cavalry

didn't look kindly on.

Giddyup!

-Mannix's Marauders,

-that's what.

Get in! Hyah!

And the fact that

Erskine Mannix's little boy

would talk

about anybody else's behavior

during wartime

makes me want to horse-laugh.

Hyah!

Don't you say anything

about my daddy.

-What he fought for was dignity

in defeat, -O.B.: Get up there!

and against

the unconditional surrender.

We weren't foreign barbarians

pounding on the city walls.

Ha!

-We were your brothers.

Get up, now!

We deserved dignity in defeat.

Just how many

nigger towns did y'all sack

in your fight

for dignity in defeat?

Oh, my fair share, Black Major.

-'Cause when niggers

are scared, -O.B.: Huh!

that's when white folks

are safe.

You gonna talk

that hateful nigger talk,

you can ride up top with O.B.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You done got me

talking politics.

I didn't want to.

Like I said, y'all,

I'm just happy to be alive.

Get in, now!

Ha! Get up!

I think I'll scoot over here

right by this window,

and let this beautiful carriage

rock me to sleep.

And dream about how lucky I am.

Get up, now!

Ha!

♪ ♪

Hyah! Get in!

Get in there!

Get in, hyah!

Get in there!

Get in!

Get in there, Leche!

Get in there!

Whoa, whoa, easy.

Whoa. Whoa.

What the hell is going on?

We weren't expecting

another stage tonight!

Yeah, I can see you already

got another one up in here.

Just got through

putting the horses away.

Well, this ain't

the normal line,

but we are stuck on

the wrong side of a blizzard,

so it looks like

you're stuck with us.

Are Minnie

and Sweet Dave inside?

They ain't here.

I'm running the place

while they're gone.

Where's Minnie and Sweet Dave?

He says they ain't here.

He's looking after the place

while they're gone.

Who are you?

I'm Bob.

Well, whoever you are,

help O.B. with the horses.

Come on.

Get 'em out of this cold

'fore that blizzard hits us.

Whoa. You all right?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Esperate, esperate, esperate!

I just put

those other horses away.

You need it done fast,

you need to help.

I got two of my best men on it.

You heard him, freeloaders.

Get to work!

All right, you two,

unhook the leaders.

Come on, let's go.

Open up!

You have to kick it open!

Ya got to kick it open!

What?

Kick it open!

-Shut that door.

There's a goddamn blizzard

out there!

You have to stop,

close the door!

You got to nail it shut.

You have to,

you have to nail it shut!

Hold it shut!

There's a hammer

and nails by the door!

You have to nail it shut!

There's a hammer and nails

by the door.

Give me a hammer.

Yeah.

You need,

you need two pieces of wood!

You need two pieces of wood!

One ain't good enough!

Two pieces of wood!

The fuckin' thing is busted!

Not just one piece of wood!

Give me another piece of wood.

Yeah. All right.

-I need a nail.

-Here.

Jesus.

That door's a son of a gun.

Who's the idiot who broke that,

that Mexican fella?

Oh, good heavens.

A woman?

Out in this white hell?

You must be frozen solid,

poor thing.

Looks like Minnie's

got her a full house.

When did you fellas arrive?

Ah.

About 40 minutes ago.

That cowboy fella

in the corner,

-that your driver?

-No, no, he's a passenger.

The driver lit out.

Said he was going to spend

the blizzard

shacked up with a friend.

Lucky devil.

Jesus Christ, that's awful!

-Christ Almighty,

what'd that Mexican fella do,

soak his old socks in a pot?

Yes, uh... I-I think

we all felt the same way,

but were a little too polite

to say something.

-He don't have that problem.

-Shit.

Where's the well water?

Uh, over there.

So, all three of you fellas

headed to Red Rock

when the blizzard

stopped you, huh?

Yes. All three of us were

on that stagecoach out there.

Coffee beans.

Uh, over there.

Get your hand out of there.

New sheriff of Red Rock's

travelin' with us.

Ah, sheriff of Red Rock,

that'll be the day.

He's a goddamn sheriff,

I'm a monkey's uncle.

Good.

Then you can share bananas

with your nigger friend

in the stable.

So,

the new sheriff of Red Rock

is traveling with you?

No, he's lying.

He ain't sheriff of nothin'.

He's a Southern renegade.

He's just talking hisself

out of freezing to death

is all.

What the fuck I tell you

about talking, huh?

I'll bust you in the mouth

right in front of these people.

I don't give a fuck!

You never gave your name, sir.

John Ruth.

Are you a lawman?

I'm taking her to the law.

So you're a bounty hunter?

That's right, buster.

Do you have a warrant?

Yeah, course I do.

May I see it?

Why?

Ah. You're supposed

to produce it upon request.

How am I supposed to know

you're not a villain,

kidnapping this woman,

without a warrant

in your possession?

What's your name, buster?

Well, it certainly

isn't Buster.

It's Oswaldo Mobray.

Oswaldo?

Yes.

Well,

I got my warrant, Oswaldo.

I take it

you're Daisy Domergue?

-That's her.

-Yeah.

I see.

Uh, it says here

"dead or alive."

Yeah. It does.

Well, transporting a desperate,

hostile prisoner such as her

sounds like hard work.

Wouldn't transporting her

be easier

if she were dead?

Well, no one said the job

was supposed to be easy.

And why is her hanging proper

so important to you?

Let's just say I don't like

cheatin' the hangman.

He got to make a living, too.

Well, I appreciate that.

Allow me to properly

introduce myself.

I'm Oswaldo Mobray,

the hangman in these parts.

-La-di-da.

-Ah.

Looks like I brought you

a customer.

Yeah, so it would appear.

You ever spent two days or more

locked up with one

of your customers before?

-I can't say I have.

-Don't talk to my prisoner.

I talk to my prisoner,

that's it.

-You got it?

-I got it.

Jolly good.

You got anything in here

besides coffee

that can help warm us up?

Well, the bar is open.

Follow moi.

♪ ♪

(wind whistling,

horses chuffing)

Line, O.B.!

Oh, whoa.

Oh.

Whoa.

♪ ♪

Hey.

Whoa, Ace, whoa.

You're all right.

You're all right.

Come on, goddamn it. I'm cold!

I'll feed and water the horses.

You go inside

and get some hot coffee.

Got some stew cooking.

Should be done soon.

Now, look.

No matter how bad

this blizzard gets,

we still got to feed

these horses

and take a squat

from time to time.

So me and Chris

better lay out a line

from the stable

to the front door

and from the front door

to the shithouse.

Okay?

Good idea.

Come on, Chris.

I'll give you a hand.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Go inside. Get warm.

You're doin' stable work

in a goddamn blizzard.

I offer to help, you say no?

You're right, amigo.

Muchas gracias.

All right. Follow me.

We're gonna drop one

every ten paces,

-from here to the door.

-Yeah!

All right!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Now, you're wanted for murder.

For the sake of my analogy,

let's just assume

that you did it.

Now, John Ruth wants

to take you back to Red Rock

to stand trial for murder.

And if you're found guilty,

the people of Red Rock will

hang you in the town square.

And, as the hangman,

I will perform the execution.

And if all those things

end up taking place,

that's what civilized society

calls justice.

However,

if the relatives

and the loved ones

of the person you murdered

were outside that door

right now,

and after busting down

that door,

they drug you out into the snow

and hung you up by the neck,

that would be frontier justice.

Now, the good part

about frontier justice

is it's very thirst-quenching.

The bad part is

it's apt to be wrong as right.

Well, not in your case.

In your case,

you'd have it coming.

But other people,

maybe not so much.

But ultimately,

what's the real difference

between the two?

The real difference is me.

The hangman.

To me, it doesn't matter

what you did.

When I hang you, I'll get no

satisfaction from your death.

It's my job.

I hang you in Red Rock.

I move on to the next town.

I hang someone else there.

The man who pulls the lever

that breaks your neck

will be a dispassionate man.

And that dispassion

is the very essence of justice.

For justice delivered

without dispassion

is always in danger

of not being justice.

How about that cowboy fella?

What's he writing in that book?

His diary, I suppose.

-What's his story?

-Don't know.

-He doesn't say much. -What do

you mean he doesn't say much?

You rode up that whole mountain

together, didn't you?

-And he didn't say much.

What's his name?

-I don't know.

-He never said his name?

I don't think so.

No offense, cowboy fella.

Just gettin' your attention.

Yeah, well...

you got it.

What you writin', friend?

Only thing I'm qualified

to write about.

What's that?

My life story.

You're writing your life story?

You bet I am.

Am I in it?

You just entered.

Well, you like

writing stories so much,

why don't you tell me

the story that brings you here?

Who's asking?

I am. John Ruth.

I'm bringing in this one

to Red Rock to hang.

And ain't no way I'm spending

a couple of nights

under a roof with somebody

I don't know who they are,

and I don't know who you are.

So, who are you?

Joe Gage.

-What?

-That's my name.

Joe Gage.

Okay, Joe Gage.

Why you going to Red Rock?

I ain't, I ain't,

I ain't going to Red Rock.

Where you going?

About nine miles

outside of Red Rock.

What's there?

My mother.

Your mother?

Listen, I'm just a cowpuncher.

I just, uh, got back

from a long drive, and...

and I wasn't just an ass

in a saddle this time.

I was a partner.

First time in my life

I made a pretty penny.

And, uh, figured I'd come home

and spend time with my mother

for Christmas.

Now, that's funny.

'Cause you don't look like

the coming-home-for-Christmas

type.

Yeah, well,

you know,

looks can be deceiving.

Because I definitely am a...

coming-home-for-Christmas-

to-spend-time-with-Mother type.

Christmas with Mother,

I mean, uh,

it's a wonderful thing.

Now, is that, uh,

good enough for you, John Ruth?

For now.

You steer clear of my prisoner.

Hello, old-timer.

General.

General.

You, sir, are a hyena.

I have no wish to speak to you.

I've been called worse.

Fair enough, General.

Sorry to bother you.

CHRIS and O.B.: Hey!

-You gotta kick it open!

-Gotta kick it open!

CHRIS and O.B.: What?!

-Kick it open!

-That latch, you gotta kick it

open! -You gotta kick it open!

Jesus Christ!

Close it!

Close it!

Close the door!

What?!

Close it!

The goddamn door!

It doesn't have a latch!

Close it!

It's already

cold enough in here!

Doesn't have a latch.

-You gotta hammer up a board.

You gotta nail it shut!

The hammer and nails

by the door.

There's a hammer

and nails right there!

Ah, God!

-Hold this here, Chris.

-Here! Here.

Watch your fingers.

Yeah.

-Really nail it in!

Yeah.

You need two pieces of wood.

You got to hammer another one.

One ain't good enough!

It's gonna blow right open!

Now, goddamn it!

Gonna open if you don't ham...!

-Shut up!

Ah, got it!

Son of a bitch!

Jesus Christ.

That's door's a whore.

Oh.

I get it. "Haberdashery."

That was a joke.

-How's the coffee?

Now? Pretty good,

if I do say so myself.

Thank you.

Ooh!

Ha! Navajo!

Guess who he is.

Buffalo Bill?

Hardly.

No. I'm Oswaldo Mobray.

I'm the...

He's the hangman of Red Rock.

Oh, you are?

-Yes, I am.

Well!

-Uh, good to meet you, uh,

-Yeah.

-Mr....?

-Uh, Mobray.

-Mobray.

-Yeah.

I'm Chris Mannix.

The new sheriff in Red Rock.

-Really?

-Pfft, horseshit!

Pay no attention to him.

Horseshit!

Fella warmin' himself

by that potbelly stove

-is a hell of a driver

named O.B. -Ah.

That's the only thing

you've said that's the truth.

You comin' into Red Rock

to hang Lance Lawson?

-Precisely. -Do you have

the execution orders on you?

-In my bag.

-May I see 'em?

Of course.

Who's, uh, who's Lance Lawson?

He's a fella been sittin'

in the Red Rock jail

about a month now.

He's the fella

who shot the fella

who was sheriff 'fore me.

-Precisely.

Thank you.

What did she mean

when she said,

"The bounty hunter's

nigger friend in the stable"?

He's got a nigger bounty hunter

friend in the stable.

But all that just to guard her?

Uh, I don't think that was

the original idea, but...

-that's the idea now.

-Oh. Mm.

Want a little snake bite

in your coffee?

Yeah.

Five of you?

Well, well, well, looks like

Minnie's Haberdashery

is about to get cozy

for the next few days.

Yes, it does.

-Here.

-Ah. Ah.

Are you the chap

with the Lincoln letter?

The Lincoln what?

Yes. The letter

from Abraham Lincoln.

President Abraham Lincoln?

Yes. Weren't you pen pals?

With the president?

Well, I'm sorry, I heard

that somebody in your party

had a letter

from Abraham Lincoln.

I assumed it was you.

Not him!

The black fella in the stable.

The nigger...

in the stable has a letter

from Abraham Lincoln?

Yeah.

The nigger in the stable has

a letter from Abraham Lincoln?

(chickens clucking,

horse neighing)

What'd you say

your name was again?

-Bob.

-Warren.

Minnie and Sweet Dave in there?

Minnie and Sweet Dave

went to visit her mother

on the north side

of the mountain.

-What?

-Yeah.

Minnie ain't here?

Yes, they're visiting

her mother.

-Her mother?

-Yes.

Hmm.

Never knew Minnie had a mother.

Well, everybody's got a mother.

Yeah, I suppose.

And she left you in charge?

Si.

That sure don't sound

like Minnie.

Are you calling me a liar?

Well, not yet I ain't.

Just sounds peculiar is all.

What sounds peculiar?

Well, first off,

Minnie never struck me

as the sentimental type.

And secondly, I can't imagine

Sweet Dave lifting his fat ass

out his chair long enough

to fetch well water

unless Minnie was laying

a frying pan upside his head,

let alone take a trip

to the north side.

Well, that sounds a whole lot

like you're calling me a liar,

mi negro amigo.

Yeah, it do sound a whole lot

like that, don't it?

But I still ain't done it yet.

Minnie still serve food?

-Do you consider stew food?

-Yes.

Then we serve food.

She still stinking up the place

with Old Quail pipe tobacco?

Minnie doesn't smoke a pipe.

She rolls her own.

Red Apple Tobacco.

But, mi negro amigo,

I think you already know this.

Yeah, I do, Señor Bob.

Just seeing if you do.

Come on!

Fill 'er up, O.B.

Yeah.

Goddamn it.

Thank you.

Well, cut my legs off

and call me Shorty.

Is that

General Sanford Smithers I see?

You got a good eye, son.

Ha-ha! Well, I'll be

double-dog damned!

General Sandy

"Don't Give a Damn" Smithers?

Captain Chris Mannix,

Mannix's Marauders.

Erskine's boy?

Yes, sir.

Uh... may I sit down, sir?

Well, according to the Yankees,

it's a free country.

General Sandy Smithers. Ha-ha!

Boy...

oh, boy,

did my daddy talk about you!

I heard you gave

those Blue Bellies sweet hell.

Me and my boys did our part.

Just like Erskine and his boys

did their part.

Hell yeah, we did.

Yankee sons of bitches.

I never knew your father, son.

But I always respected

his resolve.

Well, thank you

for saying that, General.

Your respect would have meant

the world to him.

Can I get you some coffee?

That'd be nice.

Well, how about a blanket?

That'd be even nicer.

Hell, you know what?

You can have mine.

Here we go, General.

Ha-ha! So what brings you

out Wyoming way, sir?

If you don't mind my askin'.

My boy.

-Oh, you got a boy that lives

in Red Rock? -My son.

Chester Charles Smithers.

He died out here

a few years back.

Oh, forgive me, sir.

There's no forgiveness

needed, son.

Like I said,

it was a few years back.

It was after

he'd served his service.

He came out here

to the hills of Wyoming...

to make his fortune.

Never to be heard from again.

I bought him a symbolic plot...

in the Red Rock cemetery.

And I'm here to advise

a stone maker on his headstone.

Was he a goner for sure?

No chance he could be livin'

the cold life

out in the woods?

It's a rough life,

but folks can learn it.

If he'd have done

what he came out here to do,

he'd have come home.

Where's home?

Georgia.

Yeah.

Well, what say

we have us a drink?

To Chester Charles Smithers.

A drink to your service

to the South, sir.

And a drink

to the great state of Georgia.

Well, that's a drink I'd enjoy.

From Erskine Mannix's boy

to my boy.

And that's a drink

I'd like to drink.

Excuse me, General.

What's to drink, John Ruth?

Tequila and mescal.

-And brandy.

-Where's the brandy?

Over there.

Who's he?

Another passenger.

What's his name?

Joe Gage.

What's he writing in that book?

His life story.

Joe Gage, is it?

It is.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm Chris Mannix,

the new sheriff of Red Rock.

You, too, Chris.

Can me and my new friend

have some of your brandy, Joe?

Help yourself, Chris.

Thanks a bunch, Joe.

You're welcome, Chris.

General.

This is a drink

to Chester Charles Smithers!

This is a drink

to one man's commitment

to a cause.

And this is to the red

in Georgia clay!

Cheers.

Mmm. Ah.

General Sandy Smithers.

It's a small damn world.

I don't know about the world,

but this goddamn mountain sure

seems pretty fucking small.

Hold it. Close it, close it!

You have to hold it closed

while I nail it shut.

Well, who's the idiot

broke the damn door?

Oh, j-j-j...

just fucking hold it closed!

Orale, cabrón!

Hold it closed.

Okay.

One more.

Keep holding, keep holding,

-mi negro amigo.

We need two pieces of wood.

Orale, cabrón!

All right.

There you go, motherfucker!

Lot of hats, Señor Bob.

Huh?

Considering Minnie's

"no hats indoors" policy,

which, if I remember correctly,

was one of them

Bar of Iron rules.

Kind of rule she'd want kept up

in her absence.

You seem to have

a laissez-faire attitude

when it come to the hats.

I'm guilty.

I have a laissez-faire attitude

about the hats.

How about we forget

about the hats today

considering there is

a blizzard going on and on?

We'll make tomorrow

"No Hat Day"!

A large black dog.

♪ Now take my tip ♪

♪ Before you ship to join ♪

-His name was Henry, I believe.

-♪ The iron gang ♪

-Labrador.

-♪ Don't be too gay ♪

♪ In Botany Bay ♪

♪ Or else you'll surely hang ♪

♪ Or else you'll hang,

you'll hang, said he... ♪

You know, my daddy...

I-I said that my-my daddy

-always said that Davis...

A plum tree.

...was a courageous man,

but he should've

put the capital

in Montgomery and not Richmond.

Yes, sir.

I agree with that.

The army in northern Virginia

would've been used

in a very different way.

I said the army

of north Virginia would've been

used in a very different way!

♪ They'll flog

the poaching out of you ♪

♪ Out there in Botany Bay. ♪

Shut up!

O.B.

Got a proposition for you.

Well... what do you propose?

You asked for $250

the first time, right?

Yeah.

Well, how about $350?

Well, how about it?

Help me take them fellas

down off the roof,

stash them in snow.

When the snow melts,

tie them back on.

The same deal?

About the booze

and them ladies in Red Rock?

Mm-hmm.

You got yourself a deal, smoke.

Oh, Major Warren,

this is, uh...

Oswaldo Mobray, Major.

At your service.

Oh-ho. You're the executioner

in these parts.

Yeah, precisely.

Well, fella over at the bar

brought you a customer.

So it would appear.

Yeah, well, my three felons,

they won't be needing

your services.

All right.

Do you know that nigger, sir?

I don't know that nigger.

But I know he's a nigger,

and that's all I need to know.

Well, that nigger

just ain't any nigger.

That nigger, he...

General Sanford Smithers?

Battle of Baton Rouge?

Inform the nigger

in the cavalry

officer's uniform

that I had

a division of Confederates

under my command...

in Baton Rouge.

Major Nigger, General Smithers

wishes me to inform you...

I heard him, hillbilly.

Inform this old cracker

that I was in Baton Rouge also.

On the other side.

Oh, that's interesting.

Uh, General Smithers,

he said that he was also in

Baton Rouge on the other si...

-Captain Mannix,

tell the nigger

that I don't

acknowledge niggers

in Northern uniforms.

You captured

a whole colored command

that day...

but not one colored trooper

made it to a camp, did they?

We didn't have the time

or the food

nor the inclination

to care for Northern horses,

and least of all...

Northern niggers!

So we shot 'em

where they stood!

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen.

I know Americans aren't apt

to let a little thing

like unconditional surrender

get in the way of a good war.

But I strongly suggest

we don't restage

the Battle of Baton Rouge

during a blizzard

in Minnie's Haberdashery.

Now... my Nubian friend...

while I realize

passions are high,

that was a while ago.

And if you shoot

this unarmed old man,

I guarantee

I will hang you by the neck

until you are dead

once we arrive in Red Rock.

I damn well

guarantee that, too.

Yeah, Warren,

that's the problem

with old men.

You can kick 'em

down the stairs

and say it's a accident,

but you can't just shoot 'em.

Uh, gentlemen...

since we may be

trapped here,

close together-like,

for a few days,

may I suggest

a possible solution?

We divide Minnie's in half.

The Northern side

and the Southern side.

With the dinner table...

operating as

a neutral territory.

We could say that

the fireplace side of the room

acts as a... a symbolic

representative of...

Georgia.

While the bar...

represents...

...Philadelphia!

Long as the bar's

Philadelphia...

I agree.

Are you done yet?

The hell is this?

It's a chicken.

No, it's not.

It's a half-plucked chicken.

A half-plucked chicken

is bad luck,

and we don't need bad luck

in a blizzard.

Now, what's it doing here?

I was plucking it

when your stage arrived.

-Stopped to take care

of the passengers, huh? -Yeah.

Well, you're not taking care

of passengers now.

I thought better

to deal with the stew.

Pluck the chicken.

(muttering in Spanish,

striking piano keys)

Oh, that's Major Marquis,

the nigger that burnt down

Wellenbeck prison camp.

Killed 47 rebs and 37 Yankees.

Now, his own side drummed his

black ass out of the cavalry

with a yellow stripe

down his back.

-And the Confederacy, General,

if you will remember,

put a reward on that

nigger's head. $30,000!

And then it dropped down

to eight.

Last days of the war,

it was five.

Now, a lot of fellas went

looking to collect that reward,

and a lot of niggers

got their head chopped off.

But nobody ever did get them

the right nigger head.

-That nigger...

is the nigger with

the $5,000 reward on his head?!

Well, there ain't

no reward no more.

But during the war, yeah.

That's that nigger.

That damn door

is a dirty whore.

I just made some more coffee.

Grab some cups

and get some in ya.

We still got that deal

we talked about in the wagon?

Thank you. -I help you

protect your $8,000,

-you help me protect my ten?

-Yeah, I suppose.

One of them fellas

is not what he says he is.

What is he?

In cahoots with this one,

that's what he is.

One of them,

maybe even two of them,

is here to see

Domergue goes free.

To accomplish that goal,

they'll kill everybody in here.

They got 'em a couple of days,

so all they got to do

is sit tight

and wait for

a window of opportunity.

And that's when they strike.

Huh, bitch?

If you say so, John.

Are you sure you ain't

just being paranoid?

Our best bet is

this duplicitous fella

ain't as cool a customer

as Daisy here.

He won't have

the leather patience it takes

to just sit here and... wait.

-Waiting for an opportunity

and knowing it's the right one

isn't so easy.

He can't handle it,

he'll stop waitin'.

Try and create his opportunity,

and that's when Mr. Jumpy

reveals himself.

Now, what you got to say

about all this?

What do I got to say?

About John Ruth's ravings?

He's absolutely right.

Me and one of them fellas

is in cahoots.

We're just waiting

for everybody to go to sleep.

That's when

we're gonna kill y'all.

Okay, everybody.

Hear this.

This here is Daisy Domergue.

She's wanted dead or alive

for murder.

$10,000.

That money's mine, boys.

Don't want to share it,

and I ain't gonna lose it.

When that sun comes out,

I'm taking this woman

into Red Rock to hang.

Now...

...is there anybody here

committed to stopping me

from doing that?

Really?

Nobody got a problem with this?

Well...

I guess that's

very fortunate for me.

However...

I hope you all understand

I can't just take your word.

Circumstances force me to...

take...

precautions.

When you say...

"precautions"...

why do I feel that you mean me?

Because I'm gonna

take your gun, son.

You are?

Yes, I am.

-Nothing personal.

-Just mine?

Hangman's got himself

a gun, too.

I'll be dealing with his gun

after I deal with yours.

I feel kind of...

naked without it.

Oh, I still got mine.

I'll protect you.

A bastard's work is never done.

Huh, John Ruth?

That's right, Joe Gage.

-Now, give me the gun.

-If you want it...

...you're gonna have

to come and take...

Calm down.

Take your hand away

from your gun.

Blink if you're calm.

He blink?

He blinked.

Blink if you're

gonna remain calm.

He blinked.

Take his pistol.

I'm real sorry about this, son.

Like I said...

nothing personal, just...

a precaution.

Pretty sneaky.

Afraid the same applies

to you, too,

Mr.... Mobray.

Ah, precautions must be taken

because life

is too sweet to lose.

Hand me that little bucket.

O.B.

Go to the outhouse.

Take this bucket and...

dump it down the shithole.

Why do I got to go outside?

Well, your jacket's already on,

and I sorta kinda trust you.

When we get to Red Rock,

I'll replace

the weapons you lost.

That's the best I can do.

When he leaves, you and you...

nail the door behind him.

Get to it!

You, back to the bar.

You, back to the bed.

You were doing good

the way you were, lying down.

So, lie down!

Okay, Mr. Mex,

where's your guns?

I don't have a gun.

What's that?

Oh, well...

there is that.

Take it off the wall

and put it on that table.

Open your coat.

Wide open.

Sit your ass down

on that bench.

So...

any more guns

I don't know about?

Now, later on, I'm gonna

remember asking this question

and I'm gonna remember

your answer, so one more time.

Any more guns

I don't know about?

I just want to make

an announcement.

What announcement?

Stew is on.

Fortify, son.

Why you want to sit here

by yourself?

Everybody's sitting

right over here.

-Just come have a little...

-Well, if you're hungry,

-go sit at the table.

-Well...

-And then you will be eating

with a nigger. -

You ain't got

to sit next to that nigger.

Judas was at the table.

General, you ain't

got to sit with that nigger.

You can sit next to me.

I will never

change my mind on this matter.

Now, just come sit

at the table,

have a bowl of stew with us.

After you, Major.

Just a small bowl?

No.

One little, small bowl?

N-O!

General, you need

to get some food in you.

Please. I'll bring you

a little, small bowl.

I'll get you a cup of coffee.

I said no to you.

Wouldn't it be nice

to sit with a group of people?

Sit with a nigger

at the table and eat?

General Smithers, I'm

afraid I'm gonna have to insist.

-Please.

Hey.

What privilege

do you never have?

Touching an officer

above you in rank.

General, son.

Well, can I bring you...

Go eat your dinner

-with your nigger friend.

-Amen.

General, you ain't got

to sit next to that nigger.

You must be

toying with me, son.

I'll bring you a blanket.

I got a blanket.

You need to get some

food in your stomach, General.

You know, Bob...

Do you think I, for a minute,

that I want to go over

and sit and eat?

...if old Minnie was here,

she'd have made some cornbread.

Please, just bring you

a little bowl of stew

-over here to your chair.

No.

Have you forgotten

how to take an order, Captain?

You are dismissed.

Yes, sir.

I still don't feel good

about not getting you

something to eat.

Let me know

if you change your mind.

Okay.

I'm gonna cut you loose

while we eat.

You get any ideas,

I ain't going soft on you.

Lift your ass

even one inch off that seat,

and I'll put a bullet

right in your goddamn throat.

Come here.

Oh.

So, Domergue...

I suppose this blizzard

counts as a stroke of luck

far as you're concerned.

You don't hear me

complainin', do ya?

No, I sure don't.

Well, how 'bout you, Oswaldo?

How 'bout me what?

Look...

considering all the things

I done for money,

I ain't one to judge, but...

don't you feel

just the least little bad

about hangin' a woman?

Well, until they invent

a trigger a woman can't pull,

if you're a hangman,

you're going to hang women.

Well, hell, Ozzie,

I guess I ain't never looked

at it like that before.

When it comes to some of them

mean bastards out there,

it's the only thing

does the job.

You really only need

to hang mean bastards.

But mean bastards,

you need to hang.

You goddamn son of a bitch!

I almost died out there!

I ain't ever...

going out in that shit

ever, ever again!

You okay, O.B.?

I'm fine.

I'll be fine.

I just need to get warm.

You want some stew, O.B.?

Stew?

Later.

Oh, yeah.

That's nice.

So...

how you doing, Black Major?

I ain't in the mood,

Chris Mannix.

Leave me be

from your horseshit.

John Ruth says

you got a Lincoln letter.

I told you, jackass,

go hee-haw someplace else.

That's right, John.

You did say that, didn't you?

Yeah. I did.

So...

you got a letter

from Abraham Lincoln?

Yes.

The... Abraham Lincoln?

Yes.

Abraham Lincoln?

The president

of the United States?

Yes.

Of America?

Yes.

Wrote you a letter, personally?

Yes.

Personally,

as in "Dear Major Warren"?

No, personally,

as in "Dear Marquis."

"Dear Marquis"?

Abraham Lincoln,

the president of

the United States of America?

Yes.

May I see it?

No, you may not.

But the way John tells it,

you weren't just

some random nigger soldier

picked from a pile of letters.

Way John tells it...

y'all had a correspondence.

Yes.

The way John tells it...

y'all was practically pen pals.

Yes.

And a pen pal's...

practically a friend.

John Ruth...

you really think a nigger,

drummed out of the cavalry with

a yellow stripe down his back,

was practically friends

with the president of

the United States of America?

John Ruth, I hate to be

the one to break it to you,

but ain't nobody in Minnie's

Haberdashery ever corresponded

with Abraham Lincoln.

Least of all that nigger there!

Was all that horseshit?

Course it was.

Good one, Warren!

Talk that sass, nigger!

Talk that sass!

Well, I guess it's true

what they say about you people.

Can't trust a fuckin' word

comes out of your mouth.

What's the matter, John Ruth?

I hurt your feelings?

As a matter of fact, you did.

I-I know...

I'm the only black son of a

bitch you ever conversed with,

so I'm gonna

cut you some slack.

But you got no idea

what it's like

being a black man

facin' down America.

Only time black folks is safe

is when white folks

is disarmed.

And this letter

had the desired effect

of disarmin' white folks.

Call it what you want.

I call it

a dirty fuckin' trick.

You want to know why I lie

about somethin' like that,

white man?

Got me on that stagecoach,

didn't it?

Well, I'll tell you

like the good Lord told John.

A letter from Abraham Lincoln

wouldn't have had

that kind of effect on me.

I might let a whore piss on it.

I'll spit on it.

Good for you, sister!

Warren.

Goddamn it,

you leave that old man alone.

Stand down, you son of a bitch.

I shared a battlefield

with this man.

Or would you

deny me that, too?

I suppose you were there.

May I join you?

Yes, you may.

(continues playing

"Silent Night")

Damn it.

(restarts "Silent Night"

from beginning)

So, how's life since the war?

(slow playing

of "Silent Night" continues)

Got both my legs.

Both my arms.

I can't complain.

Got a woman?

Fever took her

start of this last winter.

Mm.

What was her name?

Betsy.

Georgia gal?

Augusta.

Atlanta boy, Augusta girl.

I used to raise

Kentucky horses.

And her pa was the owner

of the breedership

where I bought

most of my ponies.

Goddamn it.

I made a good deal on her.

-Took the stake he gave me

and bought

a bunch of peach orchards.

Set myself up pretty well.

Did a hell of a lot better

than either one of my no-good

brothers, that's for damn sure.

Hmm.

Yeah, your boy come up here

a few years back.

He spoke highly

of his mama, too.

You knew my boy?

Did I know him?

Yep.

Yeah, I knew him.

You did not know my boy.

Suit yourself.

-Did you know my son?

I know the day he died.

-Do you?

-No.

Do you want to know

what day that was?

Yes.

The day he met me.

(Bob plays trill,

resumes melody)

He come up here

to do a little

nigger head-huntin'.

By then, the reward was, oh...

$5,000 and braggin' rights.

But to battle-hard rebs,

$5,000 just to cut off

a nigger's head?

That's good money.

So them Johnnies

climbed this mountain,

-lookin' for fortune.

There wasn't no fortune

to be found.

All they found...

was me.

All them crackers come up here

sang a different tune

when they found theyself

at the mercy of a nigger's gun.

"Let's just forget it.

I'll go my way, you go your'n."

That's your boy Chester

talkin'.

You're a goddamn lie!

"If you just let me

go home to my family, I swear

I'll never set foot

in Wyoming again."

That's what they all said.

Beggin' for his life...

your boy told me

his whole life story.

And you...

was in that story, General.

And when I knew me

I had the son

of the Bloody Nigger Killer

of Baton Rouge...

I knew me

I was gonna have some fun.

You shut your

lyin' nigger lips up!

General Smithers,

don't you listen to him.

He didn't know your boy.

He just heard tell

why you're here, is all.

It was cold

the day I killed your boy.

And I don't mean

snowy-mountain-Wyoming cold,

mm-mm.

It was colder than that.

And on that cold day,

with your boy

at the business end

of my gun barrel,

I made him strip...

right down to his bare ass.

Then I told him

to start walkin'.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I walked his naked ass

for two hours

'fore the cold collapsed him.

You never even knew my boy?

No, he didn't!

He's just a sneaky nigger

trying to get you

to go for that gun.

Then...

he commenced to beggin' again.

But this time,

he wasn't beggin' to go home.

Ah, he knew

he'd never see his home again.

He wasn't beggin'

for his life neither,

'cause he knew

that was long gone.

All he wanted...

was a blanket.

Now, don't judge your boy too

harshly, General.

You ain't never been cold

as your boy was that day.

You'd be surprised

what a man that cold

would do for a blanket.

You want to know

what your boy did?

I pulled my big black pecker

out of my pants...

and I made him crawl

through the snow

on all fours over to it.

♪ ♪

Then I grabbed me a handful

of that black hair

at the back of his head...

and I stuck

my big black johnson

right down his goddamn throat.

And it was full of blood,

so it was warm.

Oh, you bet your sweet ass

it was warm.

And Chester Charles Smithers

sucked on that

warm black dingus

for long as he could!

You're startin'

to see pictures, ain't ya?

Your boy...

black dude's dingus

in his mouth...

him sh-shakin', him cryin',

me laughin'...

...and him not understandin'.

But you understand,

don't you, Sandy?

I never did give your boy

that blanket...

even after all he did.

And he did everything I asked.

No blanket.

That blanket was just a

heart-breakin' liar's promise.

Kinda like those uniforms

the Union issued

those colored troops

that you chose

not to acknowledge.

So what you gonna do,

old man? Hmm?

You gonna spend

the next two, three days

ignorin' the nigger

that killed your boy?

Ignorin' how I made him suffer?

Ignoring how I made him...

lick... all over my johnson?

Oh, the dumbest thing

your boy ever did

was to let me know...

he was your boy.

About 15 minutes has past

since we last left

our characters.

Joe Gage volunteered to take

Smithers' dead body outside.

Straws were drawn

to see who'd help him.

O.B. lost.

Chris, John Ruth and Oswaldo

had a vigorous debate

about the legality

of the self-defense murder

that just transpired.

Major Marquis Warren,

who was supremely confident

about the legality

of what just transpired,

ignored them,

sat at the table by himself

and drank brandy.

Captain Chris Mannix donned

the dead general's coat

and joined Oswaldo in lighting

the candles and lanterns.

Hey, Ozzie!

Now, you got the right idea.

Let's light this place up.

John Ruth held the door closed,

waiting for Joe Gage

and O.B. to return.

Bob enjoyed a Manzana Roja.

Domergue, however,

hasn't moved from her spot

at the community dinner table

since John Ruth uncuffed her.

John Ruth.

Yeah.

Can I play that guitar

over there?

Let's go back a bit.

Your boy, black dude's dingus

in his mouth...

15 minutes ago, Major Warren

shot General Smithers

in front of everybody.

But about 40 seconds

before that,

something equally

as important happened,

but not everybody saw it.

While Major Warren

was captivating the crowd

with tales of black dicks

in white mouths,

somebody...

poisoned the coffee.

He did everything I asked.

No blanket.

And the only one

to see him do it...

...was Domergue.

That's why this is called

"Domergue's Got a Secret."

John Ruth.

Yeah.

Can I play that guitar

over there?

Yeah.

You come back with

anything else but a guitar,

my pistol plays a tune.

"Domergue's Death March."

You got it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it.

♪ Listen for a moment, lads ♪

♪ And hear me tell my tale ♪

♪ O'er the sea

from England shore ♪

♪ I was condemned to sail ♪

♪ Jury found me guilty, sir ♪

♪ And said the judge, said he ♪

♪ For life, Jim Jones,

I sentence you ♪

♪ Across the stormy sea ♪

(pounding at door,

wind howling)

♪ Have no chance

of mischief there ♪

♪ Remember what I say ♪

♪ They'll flog the poaching

out of you ♪

-♪ Out there in Botany Bay ♪

♪ Waves were high

upon the sea ♪

♪ The winds approaching gales ♪

♪ I'd rather drowned

in misery ♪

♪ Than come

to New South Wales ♪

♪ The waves were high

upon the sea ♪

♪ When the pirates came along ♪

♪ But the soldiers

on our convict ship ♪

♪ Were full 500 strong ♪

♪ They opened fire

and somehow drove ♪

♪ That pirate ship away ♪

♪ I'd rather join

that pirate ship ♪

♪ Than gone to Botany Bay ♪

♪ And one dark night ♪

♪ When everything is quiet

in the town ♪

♪ I'll kill you bastards

one and all ♪

♪ I'll gun the floggers down ♪

♪ Give them all

a little shock ♪

♪ Remember what I say ♪

♪ Yet regret

they sent Jim Jones ♪

♪ In chains to Botany Bay. ♪

That's the one you like to sing

in the stagecoach, huh?

Yeah.

It's kinda pretty.

Got another verse to it?

Yeah, lots.

Well, go ahead, sing it.

Whatever you say, John.

♪ Now day and night

the irons clang ♪

♪ And like poor galley slaves ♪

♪ We toil and toil

and when we die ♪

♪ Must fill dishonored graves ♪

♪ By and by

I'll break my chains ♪

♪ And to the bush I'll go ♪

♪ And you'll be dead

behind me, John ♪

♪ When I get to Mexico. ♪

Give me that guitar.

Music time's over!

Wha... Hey!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

Turn around!

John, no!

-No, no, no, no, no!

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Shut up!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

When you get to hell, John,

tell 'em Daisy sent ya.

Mannix, the coffee!

♪ ♪

Oh, my God!

Oh! Aah!

Give me that fucking gun.

Don't test me, bitch.

Everybody!

Get your backsides up

against that back wall

over yonder.

Well, goddamn it!

Get or don't get, Joe Gage.

It's up to you.

-I'm gettin'.

-Then get.

You, too, Señor Bob.

Everybody turn around

and put your hands

on that wall.

Move them damn snowshoes!

Everybody keep

your mouths shut.

Do like I say.

You open your mouth,

you gonna get a bullet.

Move a little sudden,

a little strange,

you gonna get a bullet.

Not a warnin', not a question.

A bullet.

You got that?

Let me hear you say,

"I got it!"

-I got it.

-I got it.

I got it.

We have it.

Chris Mannix,

come over here on this side.

Come on.

Take this gun out my holster.

Point it at them.

Now, like I said,

anybody does anything,

and I mean anything,

you kill 'em.

So...

you finally decided

I'm tellin' the truth

about bein' the sheriff

of Red Rock, huh?

I don't know about all that.

But I know you ain't the killer

poisoned that coffee,

'cause you almost drunk it

your own damn self.

One of them is.

Aah!

Ow!

Give me the key.

Give me the key!

You motherfucking

black bastard!

You're gonna die

on this mountain,

and I'm gonna fucking laugh

when you do!

What'd I say 'bout talkin'?!

Bastard.

Meant it, didn't I?!

And you need to understand

you just killed

the only man here

committed to gettin' you

to Red Rock alive.

Now, one of y'all...

is workin' with her.

Or two of y'all

is workin' with her.

Or all y'all is.

But only one of you

poisoned the coffee.

Now, what charms this bitch got

make a man brave a blizzard,

kill in cold blood?

I'm sure I don't know.

But John Ruth's tryin'

to hang your woman.

So you kill him.

Okay.

Maybe.

But O.B. wasn't hangin' nobody.

He damn sure wasn't.

But he sure enough

layin' over there dead

now, though, ain't he?

He damn sure is,

you sons of bitches.

Just like any one of us

would've drunk that coffee.

Like me, goddamn it.

Now, those of y'all

with your hands on the wall

don't practice in poison

need to think about that.

Think about how

it could've been you

rollin' around here

on this floor.

And how the man

standin' next to you

would be responsible.

And I know

who I got my money on.

Oh, that's right, Joe Gage.

I'm lookin' at you.

Not so fast, Chris.

We'll get there.

Let's slow it down.

Let's slow it way down.

Who made the coffee?

He did.

Yeah, he did, didn't he?

Yeah, he did,

didn't he?

Now, why is The Hangman,

who got nothing on his mind

'cept getting this gal

to the gallows,

brewing the coffee

in Minnie's Haberdashery?

Because his coffee

was dreadful.

Is that right?

Well, ain't that interesting.

Well, you didn't have any of

my coffee, bounty hunter,

so don't be so sure about

what this little man says.

I had some of his coffee.

Wasn't the best coffee

I ever drank, but...

wasn't nothing wrong with it.

Well, if you want me

to make a pot of coffee,

all you have to do is ask.

Maybe. Maybe.

But it's the stew

that's got me thinkin'.

Now, how long you said

Minnie been gone?

A week?

Sí.

See...

my mama used to make stew,

and it always tasted the same,

no matter the meat.

And there was another fellow

on the plantation,

Uncle Charly.

He made stew, too.

And like my mama,

I ate his stew

from the time I was a whipper

till I was a full-grown man.

No matter the meat,

it always tasted like

Uncle Charly's stew.

Now, I ain't had Minnie's stew

in six months,

so I ain't no expert,

but that...

damn sure is Minnie's stew.

So if Minnie

is on the north side

visitin' her mama for a week,

how she make the stew

this mornin'?

Hmm.

And this...

this is Sweet Dave's chair.

When I sat in it earlier,

I couldn't believe it.

Nobody sits

in Sweet Dave's chair.

Uh, this may be Minnie's place,

but this is damn sure

Sweet Dave's chair.

And if he went

to the north side...

...I'm pretty goddamn sure

this chair be goin' with him.

What's in the chair?

Just what I thought.

Sweet Dave's goddamn blood.

Hoo!

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

So, are you actually

accusing me of murder?

Way I see it, Señor Bob,

is whoever is workin' with her

ain't who they say they is.

And if it's you,

that means Minnie and her man

ain't at her mama's.

They layin' out back there

dead somewhere.

Or if it's you,

little British man,

the real Oswaldo Mobray

layin' in a ditch somewhere

and you just a English fella

passin' off his papers.

Or we go by my theory,

which is the ugliest guy

did it.

Which makes it you, Joe Gage.

So I take it you deduced

the coffee was poisoned

while you were murdering

the old man?

Yes.

Well, mi negro amigo,

during that whole incident,

I was sitting on that side

of the room

playing "Silent Night"

on the piano.

Oh, I ain't say

you poisoned the coffee.

I said you didn't make

the stew.

My theory is...

you workin' with the man

who poisoned the coffee,

and both of y'all

murdered Minnie,

Sweet Dave and whoever else

picked this bad-luck day

to visit Minnie's Haberdashery

this mornin'.

And at some point,

y'all intended

to bushwhack John Ruth

and free Daisy.

But you didn't count

on the blizzard,

and you didn't count on

the two of us.

Hmm.

That's far as I got.

How am I doing?

You're a real

imaginative nigger,

-ain't you?

So, do you intend to murder me

based on a far-fetched

nigger theory,

or can you prove it, cabrón?

It ain't so far-fetched,

Señor Bob.

And it's a little bit more

than a theory.

How long you say

you been workin' for Minnie?

Four months.

Mm. See, if you'd have been

here two and a half years ago,

you'd know 'bout that sign

used to hang up over the bar.

Minnie mention that to you?

No.

You want to know what

that sign said, Señor Bob?

"No dogs or Mexicans allowed."

Now, Minnie hung that sign up

the day she opened

this haberdashery.

And it hung over that bar

every day

till she took it down

a little over two years ago.

You know why she took it down?

She started lettin' in dogs.

Now, Minnie liked

just about everybody,

but she sure don't

like Mexicans.

So when you tell me

Minnie went to the north side

to visit her mama,

well, I find that

highly unlikely.

But okay, maybe.

But when you tell me

Minnie Mink

took the haberdashery,

the most precious thing to her

in the whole world,

and left it in the hands

of a goddamn Mexican?

Well, that's what I meant

in the barn

when I said that sure

don't sound like Minnie.

Now I am calling you a liar,

Señor Bob.

And if you lyin',

which you are...

...then you killed Minnie.

-And Sweet Dave.

Four measly bullets,

and there goes Señor Bob.

But that still

don't get us no closer

to which one of y'all

poisoned the coffee, though.

Do it, Chris?

No, it sure don't.

Now, one of y'all poisoned

this coffee to free Daisy.

If I don't hear a confession

from one of you motherfuckers

quick, fast and in a hurry,

I'm gonna pour

this whole pot of coffee

down that bitch's

goddamn throat.

Okay. Time's up.

Stop!

All right, I did it.

It was me.

I poisoned the coffee.

I fuckin' knew it!

Oh!

You gonna die now,

you murderin' bastard!

Major Warren,

please let me send this ugly

son of a bitch to hell.

You killed O.B.

He was worth ten of you.

Warren, can I kill him?

Say adios to your huevos.

Major Warren!

I ain't got no gun, Sheriff.

♪ ♪

Get up!

Get up there!

Get up!

Packer, Roy, get up!

Get up!

-Get up there! Get up!

Get up!

Get up there! Get up!

Get up!

Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Go!

Go! Go!

Go!

Get, get!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Get up! Get up!

-Hyah! Get up! Get up!

-Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up! Get up!

-Whoa!

-Easy.

-Whoa.

-Whoa!

Whoa. Hey, Charly, my boy.

How the hell are you?

Hiya, Ed. Hiya, Judy.

Yeah!

Ah.

How many you got?

Full house today, friend.

Got one in there waitin'.

Well, he's gonna have

to keep on waitin'.

We ain't got no room.

Well, you need to tell Minnie.

'Cause he been here two days,

and Minnie wants him

out of here.

Well, I can't give him

a seat I don't have.

Listen, why don't you take

the passengers inside

and introduce 'em to Minnie,

warm yourself up

and drink some coffee.

Yeah.

Here we are, everybody.

Minnie's Haberdashery.

Step outside, you and your

friends can stretch your legs.

When you're ready,

step on inside,

get warm by the fire,

get some coffee in ya.

I'll introduce you to Minnie.

Hiya, Minnie!

♪ ♪

Now, Minnie,

I'm not tryin' to tell you

how to run your business,

but I would think coffee

-would be the first thing

you'd make. -Hmm.

Come on in, everybody.

Don't be shy.

Hats!

Everybody, this is Minnie,

and this is her place.

Behind me, pluckin'

that chicken, is Gemma.

Ah.

Lovely smile, that Gemma.

Now, the fella in the uniform

I don't know,

but the one he's playing chess

with is Sweet Dave.

Hiya, Dave.

-Hey, Judy.

And, Minnie,

these are the passengers.

Well, that's not good enough.

Go on, take away them rags,

let's see some faces,

let's hear some names.

Oswaldo Mobray, madam.

Joe Gage.

Bob.

And I'm Jody.

It's a pleasant surprise

to find such a warm sanctuary

in the middle

of such a cold hell.

Well, make yourself comfortable.

Get warm by the fire.

Uh, we're just gonna go

warm ourselves

by the stove,

if that's all right.

Oh, stove, fireplace, whatever.

Just get warm.

Oh, and Judy said

somethin' about

the best coffee in the world.

Ah, yes. I do believe

Judy did say something

about the best coffee

in the world.

Well, I don't know

about all that,

but I tell you what it is.

It's hot, it's strong,

and it's good.

And in this here snow,

it sure enough

warms your ass up.

You don't need to sell it,

Minnie, you need to make it.

And you need to get

your ass out there

and help Charly with them bags

and get Ed in here.

Yes, ma'am.

-But fix that coffee.

-I'll fix you!

I don't know, some old man.

Well, I don't know what

I'm supposed to do about it.

I'm just telling you

what she said.

Anyway, she sent me out here

to help Charly.

She wants to talk to you.

Charly, you got a hold

of these fellas?

Got 'em, Ed.

Miss Minnie,

would you roll me a cigarette?

Sure, honey.

I smoke Red Apple tobacco.

That all right?

That's my favorite.

Don't mind me, gentlemen.

I'm just watching.

You play?

You know, I must have had

at least 12 people

teach me that goddamn game.

Just never could keep

the moves in my head.

But if I'm not disturbing,

I'd like to watch.

Hell no. I like whippin'

this old man's ass

in front of a audience.

-You ain't whippin' shit!

Merci beaucoup,

Mademoiselle Minnie.

Oh, that's real nice.

What is that?

That's French.

You speak French?

Oui.

"Oui"? What does that mean?

It means "yes."

Oui, yes.

Hey, hey, Dave,

ask me if my ass is fat.

What?

Ask me if my ass is fat.

It is.

I said ask me.

Why?

Just do it!

Is your ass fat?

Oui.

Look at that, y'all,

I can speak French.

♪ ♪

Are you the, uh, jelly bean

salesman around here?

How many peppermint sticks

I get for a nickel?

Five.

All right.

-Here you go.

-Thank you, sugar.

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, allow me

to assist you, madam.

♪ ♪

I'm bringing in your bags

in case anybody wants to change

your clothes before Red Rock.

Oh.

Yeah.

Peppermint stick?

Thanks.

So why do they call you

"Six-Horse Judy" anyway?

'Cause I'm the only Judy

you've ever seen

that can drive

a six-horse team.

Oh, yeah.

Kind of a stupid question.

Do you mind

holding this for me?

Ah...

rock steady, madam.

Rock steady.

You got a very sweet

little accent.

Where's that from, England?

I take exception to that.

New Zealand.

-Careful, madam.

Precarious. -JOE: Is that

anywhere near, uh, Old Zealand?

♪ ♪

Mmm.

Auckland?

What the fuck's an Auckland?

It's where I'm from.

It's our biggest city.

Coffee!

-Mm-hmm.

Coffee's ready.

Well, it's about damn time!

Best coffee on the mountain.

Oh, I don't know

about all that.

Stagecoach drivers like it,

passengers not so much.

Most find it a mite too strong.

Can't be too strong

on this mountain.

-Thank you.

Well?

What do you think?

Shit, fuck!

Shit!

Yep.

Mm, si.

He adds something.

Not much, but something.

What you think, Pete?

Well, I must admit,

he does make the setup

more convincing.

Hmm.

-Okay. I'll talk to the old man.

You three collect the bodies

and chuck 'em

in that well out there.

And then start

unhitchin' the horses

and gettin' 'em in the barn

-and gettin' 'em fed.

Well, hang on.

I mean, puttin' the horses away,

that's easy enough,

but draggin' these fat bastards

up and down the mountain,

that's fuckin'

impossible, mate.

Okay.

Well, this is a store,

so there's got to be

a wheelbarrow

around here somewhere.

Start with the horses,

and as soon as I get through

with this old hickory tree,

I'll come out

and help you, okay?

Hey, Pete,

grab my coat, will ya?

♪ ♪

♪ Now ♪

♪ You're all ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Feelin' ♪

♪ That nobody wants you ♪

♪ And you're looking ♪

♪ For someone ♪

♪ To hold your hand ♪

-♪ Someone ♪

♪ Who understands ♪

♪ Now ♪

♪ You're by yourself ♪

♪ And you're feelin' ♪

♪ The world closing ♪

♪ On you ♪

♪ And you're askin'... ♪

Look.

I just started workin' here.

Whatever Minnie did

to make y'all mad...

I had nothin' to do with it.

♪ Someone... ♪

Hmm.

Well, old man.

If you... was a cat,

what just happened here

would count as

one of your nine lives.

Do you realize

how close you came

to being tossed

on a pile of niggers?

Yes.

-Yeah.

And when it comes

to that pile of niggers

that we buildin' out back,

won't take nothin'

to make you general of it.

You believe that?

I expect no less.

Not so fast, old man.

You might have

a way out of this yet.

Later today...

dirty...

son of a gun

is gonna come in here...

...and he's gonna have

my sister with him.

And he is gonna

have her in chains.

He's taking her to Red Rock

to be hung.

Do you know why?

No.

$10,000.

That's why.

Now, when he gets here,

I'm gonna kill that fella

and turn my sister loose.

Now, do you have any reason

why you would want to interfere

with me saving my sister

from a hangman's rope?

No.

You don't?

No, I don't.

You sure you don't?

I mean, we did just kill

Minnie and Sweet Dave.

Now, you and Sweet Dave looked

mighty chummy over here.

I just met these people!

I don't give a damn about them!

Or you. Or your sister.

Or any other son of a bitch

in Wyoming, for that matter.

That is a good answer, old man.

Now, when they get here,

you just sit your ass

in this chair,

and you don't do nothin'.

You don't say nothin'.

"Hello."

"Thank you." "Good night."

That's about it.

Maybe your name.

But that's it.

"Hello."

"Thank you."

"Good night."

-And... maybe my name.

-Maybe your name.

Mm-hmm, be a, be a old man.

Be dotty.

Go to sleep.

And don't you say nothin',

and I mean nothin',

to that bounty hunter

that's got my sister.

Do you understand?

Yes.

When it's safe, I'll kill him,

free my sister

and leave you be.

Deal?

Deal.

Thank you.

During the next four hours,

Jody and the boys chucked

the bodies down the well...

...put away the horses...

tidied up around Minnie's...

...stashed weapons

for further use...

...and waited for John Ruth

and Daisy's stage to arrive.

All right, boys.

This is it.

Let's get ready.

Now, remember,

it doesn't matter

if we have four men or 40,

we are still gonna be

facing John Ruth

chained to my sister with

a pistol pointed at her belly.

Now, killin' that fella

'fore he kills my sister

ain't gonna be easy,

but you better believe that's

exactly what we gonna do.

So the name of the game here

is patience.

Trapped here

for two or three days,

at some point

he will close his eyes.

And that's when you blow

the top of his head off.

I say the first 45 seconds

he's in the room is a good time.

If you got a shot, Grouch,

take it.

But be right.

Or my sister is dead.

Remember, old man...

if my sister don't make it

off of this mountain alive,

neither do you.

I'll do my best.

Whoa, whoa, easy!

Whoa! Whoa!

Good luck, mate.

What the hell is going on?!

We weren't expecting

another stage tonight!

Here.

Yeah, I can see you

already got another one

up in here.

No.

Just got through

puttin' the horses away!

Well, this ain't

the normal line.

But we are stuck on

the wrong side of a blizzard,

so it looks like

you're stuck with us.

Now you got to do another one.

Are Minnie

and Sweet Dave inside?

They ain't here!

I'm running the place

while they're gone.

Where's Minnie and Sweet Dave?

He says they ain't here.

He's looking after the place

while they're gone.

Who are you?

I'm Bob.

Well, whoever you are,

help O.B. with the horses.

Get 'em out of this cold

'fore that blizzard hits us.

Whoa. You all right?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Esperate, esperate, esperate!

I just put

those other horses away.

You need it done fast,

you need to help.

I got two of my best men on it.

You heard him, freeloaders.

Get to work.

All right, you two,

unhook the leaders.

Come on, let's go!

Open up!

You have to kick it open!

Ya got to kick it open!

What?!

-Kick it open!

Shut that door, there's

a goddamn blizzard out there!

-Close the door!

-You got to nail it shut.

You have to nail it shut.

-Hold it shut! -The hammer

and nails are by the door.

Nails by the door!

Here.

-Give me a hammer.

-Yeah.

-Ah! -You need...

-You need two pieces of wood!

One ain't good enough!

Two pieces of wood!

The fucking thing is busted!

Not just one piece of wood!

-Give me another piece of wood.

-Yeah, all right.

I need a nail.

Here.

Jesus.

That door's a son of a gun.

Who's the idiot who broke that?

That Mexican fella?

Good heavens.

A woman?

Out in this white hell?

You must be frozen solid,

poor thing.

Ah.

Looks like Minnie's got her

a full house.

When did you fellas arrive?

About 40 minutes ago.

That cowboy fella in the corner,

that's your driver?

Oh, no, he's a passenger.

The driver lit out.

Said he was going to

spend the blizzard

shacked up with a friend.

Lucky devil.

Christ, that's awful!

-Christ Almighty.

What'd that Mexican fella do?

Soak his old socks in the pot?

Yes, I think we all

felt the same way,

but we're a little too polite

to say something.

He don't have that problem.

Where's the well water?

-Uh...

-Over there.

So...

all three of you fellas

headed to Red Rock when a...

Come to papa.

-...blizzard stopped ya, huh?

Yes.

All three of us were

on that stagecoach out there.

Coffee beans.

Over there.

Get your hand out of there.

New sheriff of Red Rock's

traveling with us.

"Sheriff of Red Rock."

That'll be the day.

He's a goddamn sheriff,

I'm a monkey's uncle.

Good. You can share bananas

with your nigger friend

in the stable.

So...

the new sheriff of Red Rock

is traveling with you?

Looks like we're gonna

have to do this the hard way.

No, he's lying.

He ain't sheriff of nothin'.

He's a Southern renegade.

He's just talkin' hisself out of

freezin' to death, is all.

What the fuck I tell you

about talkin', huh?

I'll bust you in the mouth

right in front of these people.

I don't give a fuck!

Just you wait, you fuck.

You never gave your name, sir.

John Ruth.

You a lawman?

I'm taking her to the law.

-So you're a bounty hunter.

-That's right, buster.

How you doin', old boy?

They shot my nuts off.

I'm freezin',

burnin' up the same time.

Bleedin' like a stuck pig.

I think I'm gonna die.

And these motherfuckers did it.

That's how I'm doin'.

How you doin'?

Well, my leg hurts really bad.

But I think, if I put all

my weight on my right foot...

I was just bein' sarcastic.

I don't give a fuck

about your leg.

Huh.

Now, you just...

make yourself comfortable.

Don't worry about my comfort.

Shit, I can't feel

my ass no more.

-Worry about these owl hoots

and that bushwhackin'

nut shooter in the basement.

All right!

You... fella in the basement!

You either give up

by the time I count to three...

or I shoot Domergue in the head.

One!

Two!

No, no, no, no,

don't shoot her in the head!

I'm coming up.

Hold on now,

you bushwhackin' sack shooter!

You just open the door.

We tell you when to come up.

Now throw out your pistol.

Toward the bed.

Bet he got another.

Now throw out

your other pistol.

I ain't got another pistol!

Well, you better shit

another pistol out your ass,

'cause if you don't

throw one up here

in the next two seconds,

we gonna kill this bitch.

See?

Told you.

Now, with your hands

where we can see 'em,

slowly... come on up.

How you doing, dummy?

Better,

now I see your ugly face.

How you like that?!

You bushwhackin' castrator!

What are you doing?!

He was giving up!

It took him too long,

so I done it for him.

Joe Gage, get your ass over

here and shut this trap door.

I'm sorry, honey.

May I sit in a chair?

Yes, you may.

Keep your hands

flat on that table.

And don't move 'em.

Mannix!

You sure picked the wrong time

to turn into a nigger lover.

Don't you see,

that nigger and John Ruth

put you smack dab

in the middle of danger?

You're about to be murdered

in some nigger

named Minnie's house,

and you don't even know why!

Okay... bitch.

I'll bite.

Why?

I'm working with

all three of them fellas.

But not 'cause they got

butterflies in their belly

about me, but because

we're all gang members.

The Jody Domingre Gang.

That fella y'all just killed

in the basement

was Jody Domingre!

My brother!

Well, who the hell

is Jody Domingre?

You want to tell him,

bounty man?

He was a big, bad cat

worth $50,000.

And every member of his gang

was worth at least ten.

Which finally explains

why you worth ten.

And what's gonna happen when

that sun comes out, nigger?

So is my brother's 15 men

coming straight here for us.

Tell him, Grouch!

Jody got 15 men

waiting in Red Rock.

We couldn't kill John Ruth

and free Daisy here,

their job was to sack the town,

kill John Ruth

and free Daisy there.

Point is, you ain't a part

of this drama, Chris.

We are.

Warren is.

Ruth was.

But you ain't.

So, Chris, let's make a deal.

You gon' make a deal with me!

I just shot Oswaldo.

Yeah. But he shot you, too.

And he shot you first.

And that was before

you knew the situation.

Now you know the situation.

Look, this only works

if we're all reasonable.

Hey, Pete!

Tell him "No hard feelings."

No worries, mate.

Now, with my brother dead,

I'm in charge of this gang.

-Right, boys?

-That's right, Daisy.

Oh, yeah.

And, Chris, I am telling you,

you ain't done anything yet

that we can't forgive.

So, let's make a deal.

No deals, bitch.

You gonna let that nigger

speak for you, Chris?!

Hold it, Warren.

Seeing as how she ain't got

nothing to sell,

I'm kind of curious

about her sales pitch.

Humor me.

All right... bitch.

What's... your... deal?

Easy.

Take your gun,

shoot that nigger dead.

Then we sit here all nice-like

for the next two days.

When the snow melts, we go to

Mexico, you go on to Red Rock,

get that star

pinned on your chest.

Hey, Pete.

How much can we pay him?

Well, we could give him Marco.

Bob's real name

is Marco the Mexican.

He's worth... $12,000.

That's Marco the Mexican?

Precisely, yeah.

Shit.

Now that I done

blowed his face off,

Marco ain't worth a peso.

Oh!

-Oh, sh... Oh, sh...

Well, then,

if I die in the next two days,

which is more than likely,

you can have me.

Under the name of

English Pete Hicox,

I got a federal bounty

of $15,000 on my head.

It's all yours, Chris.

You keep talking, Pete,

you gonna talk yourself

to death.

Joe Gage, who you be?

Grouch Douglass.

You heard of him?

Yeah, I heard

of Grouch Douglass.

He worth ten, just like Daisy.

Well, remind me...

why we wouldn't just

kill all y'all, cash in.

Oh, you can kill us all,

but you'll never spend a cent

of that bounty money,

and you'll never

leave this mountain alive.

'Cause when that snow melts,

the rest of Jody's gang,

all 15 of 'em that are waiting

in Red Rock, are coming here.

Now, l-let's say

you shoot us all.

If you really want all that

Domingre Gang bounty money,

you still got to get

all our corpses into Red Rock.

And that ain't

gonna be so easy.

'Cause I-I doubt you can drive

a four-horse team.

And that wagon out there is

too heavy for a two-horse team.

So that means

you're gonna have to lead

a string of horses

into Red Rock.

And with that deep snow

after a blizzard,

you ain't gonna be able

to get away with any more than,

say, one body per horse.

So that's you leading a string

of four horses into Red Rock.

And with all them horses

in that snow

and you all by your lonesome,

you're gonna be a mite poky.

And you're gonna run smack-dab

into the Domingre Gang.

And again, Grouch,

how many is that?

15 killers strong.

And when those 15 killers

come across you

in possession of

all our dead bodies,

they ain't just gonna

kill you and that nigger!

They gonna go back to Red Rock

and kill every son of a bitch

in that town!

You really the sheriff

of Red Rock?

You want to save the town?

Then shoot that nigger dead!

Jesus Christ!

Oh, ho-ho!

You believe in Jesus now,

huh, bitch?

Well, good,

'cause you about to meet him.

Anybody else

want to make a deal? Huh?!

The deal still stands, Chris.

You ain't done nothing

we can't forgive.

It's all still on that nigger.

You shoot him dead,

take my body,

sit out in the snow

-with Daisy and Grou...

You cunt!

♪ ♪

Mannix,

give me my pistol.

Give it here!

Give it here!

So, you were saying...

we sit here,

all nice and friendly-like,

for the next two days.

Then the snow melts,

you leave here,

meet up with your gang,

and hightail it to Mexico.

That's the deal, right?

Yeah.

And I get Oswaldo

and Joe Gage?

Yeah.

But Jody's worth $50,000.

What about his body?

You gonna make a deal with

this diabolical bitch?

I ain't saying

I'm gonna make a deal with her.

We just talking.

Calm down!

So what about Jody's body

and the $50,000?

You're getting greedy, reb.

No deal.

We're taking Jody's body

back with us.

He got children.

So I kill Warren,

and we all friends?

Yeah.

No deal, tramp.

Chris!

You're making the biggest

mistake of your life!

When our boys get here

in a couple of days,

they're gonna

cut your nuts off!

And there won't be a stick left

in that town unburnt!

Well, I guess I should be

plumb scared right now, huh?

If you had any brains,

you would be!

You see...

...here's the problem, Daisy.

In order for me to be scared

of your threats,

I got to believe in

those 15 extra gang members

waiting it out in Red Rock.

And boy, oh, boy, I sure don't.

What I believe is

Joe Gage, or Grouch Douglass or

whatever the fuck his name was,

poisoned the coffee.

And you watched him do it.

And you watched me pour a cup,

and you didn't say shit!

And...

I believe you are

what you've always been,

a lying bitch

who will do anything

to cheat the rope

waiting for her in Red Rock,

including shitting out

15 extra gang members

-whenever you need be.

Oh, oh!

And...

...I believe,

when it comes to what's left

of the Jody Domingre Gang,

I'm looking at 'em.

Right here, right now,

dead on this

motherfucking floor!

Goddamn right.

Then you're gonna die

on this mountain, Chris.

'Cause my brother

leads an army of men.

Horseshit!

My daddy led an army.

He led a renegade army,

fighting for a lost cause!

My daddy held up to 400 men

together after the war

with nothing but their respect

in his command!

Your brother's just an owl hoot

who led a gang of killers!

I don't feel so good.

Oh, shit.

♪ ♪

Ha!

You still alive, white boy?

Fuck!

Mannix!

Oh! Fuck!

Hey, boy!

Get up!

Chris Mannix!

If your ass ain't nailed

to the floor,

wake the fuck up!

Wake up, white boy!

I ain't dead yet,

you black bastard.

Chris Mannix,

I may have misjudged you.

Now we've come

to the part of the story...

...where I blow

your goddamn head off.

No! No, no, don't shoot her!

Why the hell not?

John Ruth.

Now, John Ruth was

one mighty, mighty bastard.

But the last thing

that bastard did 'fore he died

was save your life.

We gonna die, white boy.

We ain't got no say in that.

But there is one thing left

we do have a say in.

And that's

how we kill this bitch.

And I say shooting's

too good for her.

John Ruth could've

shot her anywhere,

anytime along the way.

But John Ruth was The Hangman.

And when The Hangman

catches you,

you don't die by no bullet.

When The Hangman catches you,

you hang.

"You only need to hang

mean bastards..."

Mm-hmm.

"...but mean bastards,

you need to hang."

(Warren and Chris

grunting loudly, panting)

As my first and final act

as the sheriff of Red Rock,

I sentence you, Domergue,

to hang by the neck

until death!

(Warren and Chris

grunting, panting)

Hang on, Daisy.

I want to watch.

♪ ♪

Now, that was a nice dance.

Oh.

That sure was pretty.

Shit!

-Hey.

Can I see that Lincoln letter?

"Dear Marquis,

"I hope this letter finds you

"in good health and stead.

"I'm doing fine,

"although I wish there were

more hours in a day.

"There's just so much to do.

"Times are changing

slowly but surely,

"and it's men like you

that will make a difference.

"Your military success

"is a credit not only to you

"but your race as well.

"I'm very proud

every time I hear news of you.

"We still have

a long way to go,

"but hand in hand,

"I know we will get there.

"I just want to let you know

you're in my thoughts.

"Hopefully, our paths

will cross in the future.

"Until then,

"I remain your friend.

"Ole Mary Todd's calling,

"so I guess

it must be time for bed.

Respectfully, Abraham Lincoln."

"Ole Mary Todd."

That's a nice touch.

Yeah.

Thanks.

♪ ♪

♪ Listen, all you people ♪

♪ Try and understand ♪

♪ You may be a soldier ♪

♪ Woman, child or man ♪

♪ But there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ No, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be many ♪

♪ Maybe ten out of 20 ♪

♪ But there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Now the old folks

will remember ♪

♪ On that dark and dismal day ♪

♪ How their hearts

were choked with pride ♪

♪ As their children

marched away ♪

♪ Now the glory is all gone ♪

♪ They are left alone ♪

♪ And there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ No, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be many ♪

♪ Maybe five out of 20 ♪

♪ But there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Look real closely

at the soldier ♪

♪ Coming at you

through the haze ♪

♪ He may be

the younger brother ♪

♪ Who ran away ♪

♪ And before you kill another ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be many ♪

♪ There may not be any ♪

♪ But there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ If they all came back

but one ♪

♪ He was still

some mother's son ♪

♪ And there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home. ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪