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Thank you.

Got room for one more?

Who the hell are you?

And what happened to them?

Name's Major Marcus Warren, former U .S.
Cavalry. Currently a servant of the

court. Trying to bring a couple no
-goods in the market.

Got the paperwork on them in my pocket.

You taking them into Red Rock?

Think that's where you hid it, right?

Damn.

That damn blasted blizzard has been on
our ass for the last three hours.

There ain't no way we're gonna make it
all the way to Red Rock before it

us. Well, you're high -tailing it
halfway.

The men is haberdashery. You know I am.

May I come aboard?

Well, Smoke, is it up to me?

Yes.

But it ain't up to me.

Who's it up to?

The fella in the wagon.

The fella in the wagon ain't part of the
company?

The fella in the wagon, he paid for a
private trip, and I'm here to tell you,

paid a pretty penny for privacy.

So if you want to go to Minnie's with
us, you're going to have to talk to him.

Well, that's what I'll do.

Hold it, black fella.

Before you approach, you take them two
guns of yours and you lay them on that

rock over yonder.

And you raise both your hands way above
your hat.

And then you approach.

My last laugh.

Real trusting fella, huh?

Not so much.

Put him down.

Come on ahead.

I said way above your hat, God damn it.

Now come forward.

That's far enough.

I'll be dog.

You black fella, I know. Colonel
something or other Warren, right?

Major, Mark was Warren.

I know you too.

We shared a fake dinner once upon a time
at Chattanooga.

You're John Ruth, the hangman.

That'd be me.

How long's that been?

Since that date?

Oh, eight months.

So why don't you explain to me what an
African bounty hunter's doing wandering

around in the snow in the middle of
Wyoming?

Trying to get a couple of bounties in
the Red Rocks. So you still in business?

You know I am.

Happened to your horse?

Circumstances caused us to have to take
the long way around. My horse couldn't

make it.

You don't know nothing about 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
Dommergoo.

Dommergoo, to you, this is Major Warren.

Howdy, nigga.

She's 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'm gonna call worse. Now that I can
believe.

You never heard of her, huh?

Should've. She ain't no John Wilkes
Booth, but maybe you might heard tell

the price on her head. How much?

$10 ,000.

Damn. What'd she do?

Kill Lily Langtry?

Not quite.

That $10 ,000's practically in my
pocket.

That's why I ain't too anxious to be.

Handing out rides, especially to
professionals hoping 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 them's worth $1 ,000. That damn
show 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 trying to beat
to shelter.

I realize that.

Shut your mouth and hold them damn
horses while I think.

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

You leave them two pistols over yonder
with the driver.

You ain't really gonna let that nigger
ride in here again.

I mean, he may be up there with O .B.,
but... How do you like the sound of them

bells, bitch?

They real pretty, ain't they?

When you open up your trashy mouth
again, I'll knock out them front teeth

you. You got it?

Yeah.

Let me hear you say, I got it.

I got it.

I'm gonna need a hand tying these fellas
up on the roof.

Give OB $50 and we get to Red Rock.
He'll help you. I agree with OB.

This storm got me concerned.

We could go a lot quicker. You have to
ask Susan. God damn it. What the hell?

I'm already regretting this.

Now, I can't likely help you tie fellas
to the roof with my wrist cuffed to

hers. And my wrist is going to stay
cuffed to hers. And she ain't never

leave my goddamn side until I personally
put her in a Red Rock jail.

Now, do you got that?

Yeah, I got it. Good.

Say, partner, you give me a hand tying
these three fellas up on the roof, I'll

make it worth your while we get to Red
Rock.

Now, I hear you're making $8 ,000 off
these dead fuckers?

Yeah. Well, I'll help you for $250.

How about $150 and I'll pay for all your
booze the first two days we're in Red

Rock? They got them a social club in Red
Rock?

Well, yes, they do.

I stake you to a night there, too.

Now, that's a good deal, sir.

Shitfire, that's a damn good deal.

But I can't leave these horses
unattended, so you're gonna have to get

folks to hold the horses.

Shit.

I'll see what I can do.

Mr. R... Excuse me, you think you could,
uh, hold on to these

horses while we load these fellas on the
roof?

Yeah, of course Come on

He's kind of old.

I done had him for a bit.

When weather took a turn for the worse,
well, he done what he could, but he

couldn't make it.

That's too bad.

Yeah, it is.

Me and old Laston rode a lot of miles
together.

Could say he wasn't 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.

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.

Who's this Daisy Damagoose? No damn good
murdering bitch, that's who.

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.

So you're taking in the Red Rocks,
right?

You bet.

You gonna wait around and watch it? Oh,
you know I am.

I wanna hear her neck snap with my own
two ears.

You never wait to watch them hang?

My body's never hanged.

Because I never bring men alive.

Never? Never, ever.

We talked about this in Chattanooga.

Bringing desperate men in alive is a
good way to get yourself dead.

You can't catch me sleeping if I don't
close my eyes.

I don't want to work that hard.

No one said a job's supposed to be easy.

No one said it's supposed to be that
hard, neither.

It's that little lady.

That's why they call him the hangman.

When the handbill says dead or alive,
the rest of us shoot you in the back up

top of a perch somewhere and bring you
in dead over south.

But when John Ruth the hangman catches
you, you don't have no bullet in the

back. When the hangman catches you, you
hang.

You overrated him, nigga.

I get it, he got guts.

But in the brains of all of them, you're
like a man who took a high...

Now do you think you 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.

trouble too, that 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.

Looking all around for you.

For someone to tell you trouble too.

Come and sit with me and talk a while.

I, uh, I know we only met each other the
once before, and I don't mean to unduly

imply intimacy, but... Well, you still
got it?

I still got what?

The Lincoln letter.

Of course.

Got it on you?

Where?

Right here.

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 if

you wouldn't mind, I'd sure appreciate
seeing that again.

You're right.

I don't like taking it in and out of the
envelope that much, but see, it's how

you save my life and all.

I've called back to let you read it
again.

Old Mary Todd's calling, so I guess it
must be time for bed.

Old Mary Todd.

What?

That gets me.

Yeah, it gets me, too.

You know what this is, Tramp?

It's a letter from Lincoln. A letter
from Lincoln to him.

They shared a correspondence during the
war. They was pen pals.

And this is just one of the letters.

bust my jaw.

You ruined that letter, Hiss.

That nigger gonna stop your ass to
death, and when he do, I'm gonna sit

that wagon wheel, watch and laugh.

How is it?

Well, she ain't helping none, but it's
all right.

Is that the way niggers treat their
ladies?

You!

What? There's another fella on foot up
here on the road.

What?

I said there's another fella on foot up
here on the road.

Is that it, Danny?

That the surprise you got planned for
me? Because I know you've got a surprise

planned for me.

Maybe the surprise is I'm tired of
running.

You're 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.

Considering there's a blizzard going on,
a 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?

I know me some people around here. Spent
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 is 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 Rebel Rummer cracking him, I
did shoot in the back. But shitfire, he

deserved it.

He not only killed my partner, he tried
to steal my damn horse.

Put them on.

Oh, I ain't wearing no handcuffs.

You put those on and you can stop
worrying about this whole thing right

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.

And your weapon to the driver.

Little jump, ain't you?

Never mind the jokes. Just do it.

You say so.

I do.

Okay. I done done it.

O .B., you got him?

I got him.

Okay, fella.

You keep holding that lantern in that
one hand.

Keep that other hand where I can see it.

Walk over there where I can get a good
look at you.

Goddamn dog in a manger.

Is that you, Chris Mannix?

I'm sorry, friend. Do we know each
other?

Not quite.

You know this fellow?

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.

Whoever you are, mister, you sure sound
tough when you're talking to a desperate

man knee -deep in snow.

I don't want no trouble.

I just want to ride. I'm freezing to
death.

Who is this joker?

You heard of the rebel renegade, Erskine
Mannix.

Mannix Marauders? That's them.

Scourge of South Carolina. Mannix's
Marauders.

Erskine's youngest boy, Chris.

Brings you in my path, Chris Mannix.

Well, Mr. Face, I was riding a red rock.
My horse stepped in a gopher hole in

the snow, fucked up his leg, and had to
put her down.

You got business in red rock?

Yes, I do. What?

I'm the new sheriff.

Poor shit.

Afraid not.

Where's your star?

Well, I ain't the sheriff yet.

Once I get there, they swear me in. But
that ain't happened yet.

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 from the
look of those three frozen fuckers up

there, I figure you a bounty hunter for
business.

And I figure you taking in 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 damn.

You're the hangman, Bob Ruth.

It's John.

And you, you're the nigga with the head.

Major Mark Webb.

My Lord, is that really the real head of
Major Marquess looking at me now?

Yeah, it's really me, and it's really my
head.

So what's going on?

Y 'all having a fatty hunter's picnic?

Never mind.

You're taking in three dead bodies 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
because you find something hard to

I suppose not.

Put them on and come inside.

Then you'll hang.

How so?

Stagecoach driver, could you come down
here and join us?

I gotta 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're going to realize every goddamn

thing I said was right.

And I expect you, old B, to tell the
townsfolk of Red Rock that John Ruth let

that new sheriff freeze to death.

Ain't nobody on my head, Bushwhacker.
You let me die, that's murder.

Hold out your hands.

OB,

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 10.

Deal?

Well, ain't love grand.

Y 'all on the ground make snow angels
together?

Well, I tell you what, Bob.

The name's John.

When we get to Red Rock, I'll buy you
and Major Marquess there dinner and

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, you sound like you've
got an axe to grind against the cause.

Cause?

Renegade army?

Bunch of losers gone loco? You bet I do.

Wrap yourselves up in a rebel flag as an
excuse to kill and steal.

That's out of interest to you, Warren,
in particular emancipated blacks.

Sounds like my kind of fella.

Yeah.

Sound to me you've been reading a lot of
newspapers printed in Washington, D .C.

Anyhoo, 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?

Shut up.

God damn it, Daisy.

It's coming.

Does

he

know how famous you once were?

Black eye.

Do you know who he is?

I know about the $30 ,000 reward the
Confederacy put on the head of Major

Marquess.

Yeah.

I didn't hear about this one nigger head
hunting.

They just never did get him the right
nigger head, did they?

No, they didn't.

But it wasn't for lack of trying.

Them peck of woods left their homes and
families and come up this snowy mountain

looking for me and coaching.

none of them found, Fortune.

The ones you ain't never heard of no
more, they found me.

Now, it did stay 30 ,000 late in the
war.

Once passions cooled, it dropped down to
eight, then five.

But I bet even when it was 5 ,000, you
had your share of country boys coming to

call.

You know I did.

Why'd they have a reward on you?

Confederates took exception to my
capacity to kill them.

And after I broke out of Wellenbeck, the
South took my continued existence as a

personal affront.

Because?

With a reward on my head.

What's, uh, Wellenbeck?

You ain't never heard of Wellenbeck
Prisoner War Camp, West Virginia. No,

ain't never heard of it.

Did you bust out?

Oh, Major Marquess did more than bust
out.

Major Marquess had a bright idea.

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.

So I burnt it down.

There was a rookie regiment spending the
overnight in the camp.

47 men.

To a crisp.

Southern youth.

Farmer's sons.

Cream of the crop. And I say let them
burn.

I'm supposed to apologize for killing
Johnny Reb?

You joined the war to keep niggas in
chains.

I joined the war to kill white southern
crackers.

That means killing them any way I can.

Shoot them, stab them, drown them, burn
them, drop a big old rock on their head,

whatever it took to put white southern
crackers in the ground.

That's what I joined the war to do, and
that's what I did.

To answer your question, John Ruth, when
Major Marquess 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
Marquess. And I made them trees, Mannix.

best believe I ain't look back till I
cross the northern line. Oh, but you had

surprise waiting for you on the northern
side, didn't you?

See, once they started pulling out all
them burnt bodies at Wellingbeck, Seems

not all them boys were Rebs.

Well, you burned up some of your own
boys, didn't you, Major?

How many burnt prisoners did they end up
finding?

Wasn't the final Yankee death count
something like 37?

Yeah. That's the thing about war,
Maddox.

People die.

Oh. So you gonna chalk it up to war as
hell, huh?

Well, admittedly, that is a hard
argument to argue with, but if memory

your side.

Didn't look at it that way.

I think they thought 37 white men for
one nigger wasn't so hard of trade.

I do believe they accused you 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.

And that's why they drummed your black
ass out of the cavalry with a yellow

strap down your back.

Isn't it, Major?

Horseshit!

If he did all that, the cavalry would
have shot him. Well, I didn't say they

could prove it.

But they sure did think it out loud,
didn't they, Major?

But Warren's war record was stellar.

And that's what saved his ass.

You killed yourself your share of
redskins in your day, didn't you, Black

Cavalry tends to look kindly on that.

I'll tell you what the cavalry didn't
look kindly on.

Mannix is marauders, that's what. The
fact that Erskine Mannix, little boy,

would talk about anybody else's behavior
during wartime makes me want a horse

laugh. Don't you say anything about my
daddy.

What he fought for was dignity in defeat
and against the unconditional

surrender. We weren't foreign barbarians
pounding on the city walls.

We were your brothers.

deserve dignity and defeat.

Just how many nigga towns did y 'all
stack in your fight for dignity and

Oh, my fair share, Black Major.

Cause when niggas are scared, that's
when white folks are safe.

You gonna talk that hateful nigga 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 no...

Like I said, y 'all, I'm just happy to
be alive.

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.

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. We are
stuck on the wrong side of a blizzard.

So it looks like they were stuck with
us.

Are Minnie and Sweet Dave inside?

Hey, 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.

That cowboy fell in the corner. That's
your driver? No, he's a passenger.

The driver lit out. Said he was going to
spend the blizzard shacked up with a

friend. Lucky devil.

Rice, that's awful!

Christ almighty, what'd that Mexican
fella do? Soak his old socks in a pot?

I think we all felt the same way, but
we're a little too polite to say

something. You don't have that problem.

Where's the well water?

Over there.

You fellas headed to Red Rock when the
blizzard stopped you, huh? Yeah.

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. And 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 nothing.

The southern renegade is just talking
itself 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

You never gave your name to them.

John Ruth.

Are you a lawman? I'm taking her to the
law.

You're a bounty hunter. That's right,
Buster.

Do you have a warrant?

Of course I do.

Man, it's here.

Why?

You're supposed to produce it upon
request. How am I supposed to know

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 Mowbray.

Oswaldo? Yes.

I got my warrant, Oswaldo.

I take it you're Daisy Domingue.

Yeah, it's her.

It says here, dead or alive.

Yeah, it does.

Transporting a desperate, hostile
prisoner such as her sounds like hard

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

cheating to hang, man. He's got to make
a living, too.

Well, I appreciate that.

Allow me to properly introduce myself.

I'm Oswaldo Mowbray.

And they hang them in these pots.

La -dee -da.

Looks like I brought you a customer.

Let's have what it is.

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

You got it? I got it.

Tell me good. You got anything in here
besides coffee that can help warm us up?

The bar is open.

Follow me.

Thank you.

Allow me to properly introduce myself.

I'm Oswaldo Mowbray, the hangman in
these parts.

La -dee -da.

It's like I brought you a customer.

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

You got it? I got it. Oh, jolly good.

You got anything in here besides coffee
that can help warm us up? The bar is

open.

Follow moi.

Thank you.

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

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.

No, no, no, no, no. Go inside. Get warm.

You're doing stable work in a goddamn
blizzard. I offer to help you say no.

You're right, amigo.

We're going to drop one every 10 paces
from here to the door. Yeah.

You're wanted for murder.

For the sake of my analogy, let's just
assume that you did it.

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 at 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 drove 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

other people maybe not so much but
ultimately it's the real difference

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

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.

It's 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. Doesn't say much. He doesn't
say much. He wrote up that whole

mountain together, didn't he? 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 getting your attention.

Yeah, well.

You got it.

What you writing, friend?

Only the unqualified write about it.
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, the
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 are you going to Red Rock?

I ain't going to Red Rock.

Where are you going?

About nine miles outside of Red Rock.

What's there?

My mother.

Your mother.

Listen, I'm just a cow puncher. I just
got back from a long drive.

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 in the...

I figured I'd come home and spend time
with my mother for Christmas.

Now that's funny.

Because you don't look like the coming
home for Christmas type.

Yeah, well... You know, looks can be
deceiving.

Because I definitely am coming home for
Christmas to spend time.

Wonderful thing.

Now, is that good enough for you, John
Root?

For now, you declare my prisoner.

Hello, old timer.

You, sir, are a hyena.

I've no wish to speak to you.

I've been called worse.

Fair enough, General.

Sorry to bother you.

You're gonna kick it, old...

Doesn't have a latch. You've got a
hammer up aboard. The hammer nailed by

door. There's a hammer nailed right
there.

Oh, God.

Here. Here.

You need two pieces of wood. You've got
a hammer and...

God damn it! Gotta open it if you don't
have to! Shut up! I got it. Son of a

bitch.

Jesus

Christ.

That door's a whore.

Oh.

I'd get it to have a dash ready.

It was a joke.

How's the coffee?

Now, pretty good, if I do say so myself.

Navajo!

Guess who he...

Buffalo Bill?

Hardly.

I'm Osvaldo Mulberry. He's the hangman
of Red Rock.

Oh, you are?

Yes, I am.

What the hell?

Good to meet you, Mr... Mulberry.
Mulberry.

I'm Chris Mannix.

The new sheriff in Red Rock? Really?

Oh, shit.

Pay no attention to him.

Oh, shit!

The woman himself by that potbelly stove
is a hell of a driver named O .B.

That's the only thing you've said that's
the truth.

You coming into Red Rock to hang Lance
Lawson?

Exactly. Do you have your execution
orders on me? In my bag. May I see them?

course.

Who's Lance Lawson?

He's a fella been sitting in the Red
Rock jail about a month now.

He's the fella who shot the fella.

Who was sheriff for me.

Precisely.

What did she mean when she said the
bounty hunter's nigger friend in the

He's got a nigger bounty hunter friend
in the stable.

But all that just got her.

I don't think that was the original
idea, but...

That's the idea now.

A little snake bite in your coffee.

Yeah.

Five of you.

Well, well, well. Looks like Minnie's
haberdasher is about to get cozy for the

next few days.

Yes, it does.

You're the chap with the Lincoln data.

The Lincoln what?

The letter from Abraham Lincoln.

President Abraham Lincoln?

Yes. Weren't you pen pal?

With the president.

I'm sorry. I heard that somebody in your
party had a letter from Abraham

Lincoln. I assumed it was you.

Not him.

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.

Did you say your name was again?

Uh... Warren.

Minnie and Sweet Dave in there?

Minnie and Sweet Dave went to visit
their mother on the north side of the

mountain. What?

Yeah. You mean they ain't here?

Yes, they're visiting her mother.

Her mother?

Yes.

Never knew many had a mother.

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 lawyer?

Well, not yet, eh?

Just sounds peculiar, though.

What sounds peculiar?

Well, first off, Minnie never struck me
as the sentimental type.

But secondly, I can't imagine Sweet Dave
lifting his fat ass out of his chair

long enough to fetch well water unless
Minnie was laying a frying pan upside

head, let alone taking trips to the
north side.

Well, that sounds a whole lot like
you're calling me a liar, mi negro

Yeah, it do sound a whole lot like that,
don't it?

But I still ain't done it yet.

Many still serve food?

Do you consider it stew food?

Yes. Then we serve food?

She still stinking up the place with her
old quail pipe tobacco?

Mindy doesn't smoke a pipe.

She rolls her own.

Rega por tabaco.

A mi negro amigo. I think you already
know this.

Yeah, I do, senor Bob.

Just seeing if you do.

Well cut my legs off and

call me shorty is that general Sanford
Smith as I see

Well, I'll be double dog damn.

General Sandy don't give a damn,
Smithers.

Captain, Chris Mannix, Mannix Marauders.

Erskine, boy.

Yes, sir.

May I sit down, sir?

According to the Yankees, it's a free
country.

General Sandy Smithers.

Boy.

Oh, boy.

Did my daddy talk about you?

I heard you gave those blue bellies
sweet hell.

Yeah, 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,
gentlemen.

Your respect would have meant the world
to him.

Can I get you some coffee?

That'd be nice.

How about a blanket?

That'd be even nicer.

Hell, you know what? You can have mine.

Here we go, General.

So what brings you out Wyoming way, sir,
if you don't mind my asking?

My boy.

You got a boy that lives in Red Rock?

My son.

Chester Charles Smithers.

He died out here a few years back.

Forgive me, sir.

I have no forgiveness needed, son.

Like I said, it was a few years back.

It was after he'd served his service.

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 the stone maker
on his headstone.

Was he a goner for sure?

No chance he could be living a 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.

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.

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 the drink, John Ruth?

Tequila and mezcal. 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 call.

And this is to the red in Georgia
Clayton.

Ted.

General Sandy Smithers.

It's a small damn world.

I don't know about the world.

This goddamn mountain sure seems pretty
fucking small.

Close, close!

You have to hold it closed or I'll end
the shot!

Who the idiot broke the damn door?

Just fucking hold it closed!

Orderly, cabrón!

Hold it closed.

Hey, Paulie. Hey, Paulie. We need two
pieces

of wood.

Lord, I'm coming on.

There you go, motherfucker.

A lot of hats in here, Bob.

Huh?

Considering Minnie's no -hat -to
-indulge policy, which...

If I remember correctly, it was one of
them bar iron rules, the kind of rules

she wore kept up in her absence.

You seem to have a laissez -faire
attitude when it comes 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

on and on, and make tomorrow not a day?

I said that my daddy always said that
Davis was a courageous man, but he

have put the Capitol in Montgomery and
not Richmond.

I agree with that. The Army of Northern
Virginia would have been used in a very

different way. I said the Army of North
Virginia would have been used in a very

different way.

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 the snow, when the

snow melts, tie them back on?

And the same deal about the booze and
them ladies and records?

Mm -hmm.

You got yourself a deal, Smoke.

Oh, Major Warren, this is... Oswaldo
Mulberry, Major.

National Service.

Oh, you're the executioner in these
parts. Yeah, precisely.

Well, a fellow over at the bar brought
you a customer.

So it would appear.

You know, my three fellas, they won't be
needing your services.

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... General Sanford Smith!

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 here,

Billy.

Inform this old cracker that I was in
Baton Rouge also.

On the other side.

Oh, that's interesting.

General Smithers, he said that he was
also in Baton Rouge on the other side.

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 them 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 them down the stairs and
say it's an accident, but you can't just

shoot them.

Gentlemen, since we may be trapped here,
close together like, for

a few days, may I suggest a possible
solution?

We divide minis 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 symbolic

representative of Georgia.

While the bar represents Philadelphia.

As long as the bar is Philadelphia, I
agree.

Are you done yet?

What 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 stitch
arrived.

Stopped to take care of the passengers,
huh? Hey. Well, you're not taking care

of passengers now.

I thought better to deal with the stool.

What the...

Well, that's Major Marquess.

The nigga that burnt down Wellingbeck
Prison Camp, killed 47 Reds and 37

Yankees.

Now, his own side drummed his black ass
out of the cavalry with a yellow stripe

down his back.

You will remember, put a reward on that
dick's head.

30 ,000.

And then it dropped down to eight.

Last day's reward was five.

Now, a lot of fellas...

Went looking to collect that reward, and
a lot of niggas got their head chopped

off. But nobody ever did get them right
in the head.

That nigger.

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's a dirty whore.

I just made some more coffee.

Grabbed some cups.

Get some in you.

Still got that deal we talked about in
the wagon?

I help you protect your 8 ,000, you help
me protect my 10? Yeah, I suppose.

One of them fellas is not...

What he says he is.

What is he?

Who's with this one? That's what he is.

One of them, maybe even two of them, is
here to see Domergue goes free.

Accomplish that goal, they'll kill
everybody in here.

They got him a couple of days, so all
they got to do is sit tight and wait for

window of opportunity.

And that's when they strike.

If you say so, John.

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 waiting.

Try and create his opportunity. and
that's when Mr.

Jumpy reveals himself.

What you got to say about all this?

What I got to say?

About John Rhys Ravens?

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 what we're gonna kill you.

Okay, everybody.

Hear this.

This here is Daisy Dommergoo.

She's wanted dead or alive for murder.

$10 ,000.

That money's mine, boys.

Don't want to share it.

I ain't going to lose it.

When that sun comes out, I'm taking this
woman into Red Rock to hang.

Is there anybody here committed to
stopping me from

doing that?

Really?

Nobody got a problem with this?

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
you

mean me?

Because I'm going to 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.

Really?

I feel kind of naked without it.

Oh, I still got mine.

A bastard's work is never done, huh,
John Ruth?

That's right, Joe Gage.

Now give me the gun.

Do you want it?

Look at that gun, Dave.

Calm down.

Take your hand away.

Blink if you're calm.

He blinked?

He blinked.

Blink if you're going to 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.

Mowbray.

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?

Your jacket's already on, and I sort of
kind of 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 bed.

You were doing good the way you were,
lying down.

So lie down.

Okay, Mr. Mack, where's your gun?

I don't have a gun.

What's that?

Well, there's that.

Take it off the wall and put it on that
table.

Open your coat wide open Sit

your ass down on that bench

Any more guns I don't know about.

Now, later on, I'm going to remember
asking this question. And I'm going to

remember your answer. So one more time.

Any more guns I don't know about.

I just want to make an announcement.
What announcement?

Stu is on.

is important.

Any more guns I don't know about?

Now, later on, I'm going to remember
asking this question. And I'm going to

remember your answer. So one more time.

Any more guns I don't know about?

I just want to make an announcement.
What announcement?

Stu's on.

What if I die?

Why do you want to sit here by yourself?

Everybody's sitting right over here.
Just come have a little fun. Well, if

you're hungry, go sit at the table. And
then you will be eating with a nigger.

You ain't got to sit next to that
nigger.

Judas was at the table.

After

you,

Major.

General,

you need to get some food in here,
please.

Sit with a nigger at the table and eat?

Gentlemen, I'm afraid I'm going to have
to insist.

What privilege do you never have?

Touching an officer above you in rank.

General, sir.

Go eat your dinner with your nigger.
Amen.

I'll bring you a blanket.

I got a blanket.

You need to get some food in your
stomach, gentlemen.

In your butt.

So if Minnie was here, she'd have made
some cornbread.

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

you change your mind.

I'm gonna cut you loose while we eat.

If you get any ideas, I ain't going soft
on you.

Lift your ass and put one inch off that
seat and I'll put a bullet right in your

goddamn throat.

So damn good.

I suppose this blizzard counts as a
stroke of luck as far as you're

You don't hear me complain, do you?

Nope, I sure don't.

Well, how about you, Oswaldo?

How about me what?

Look, considering all the things I've
done for money, I ain't one to judge,

don't you feel just a little bad about
hanging 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, I guess I never looked at it
like that before.

It comes with some of them mean bastards
out there. It's the only thing that

does the job.

You really only need to hang mean
bastards.

But mean bastards, you need to hang.

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, Opie?

Stew?

Later.

So, how you doing, Black Major?

I ain't in the mood, Chris Maddox. Leave
me be from your horse shit.

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.

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 Marquess.
Dear Marquess, 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.

The 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 pals, practically a friend.

a nigger drummed out of the Calvary 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 many's

haberdashery ever corresponded with
Abraham Lincoln.

Least of all, that nigger there.

Of course it was.

Good work, Warren.

Talk that fast, nigga. Talk that fast.

I

guess

it's true.

say about you people?

Can't trust the fucking word comes out
of your mouth.

What's the matter, John Rue?

I heard your people.

As a matter of fact, I'm dead.

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 facing down America.

The only time black folks are safe is
when white folks is disarmed.

And this letter had the desired effect
of disarming white folks.

You want to know why I lie about
something like that, white man?

Got me on that stagecoach, didn't it?

Well, I tell you, like the good Lord
told you, a letter from Abraham Lincoln

wouldn't have had that kind of effect on
me.

I might let a whore pick on it.

Bet on it.

Good for you, sister.

Boy,

God damn 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 would, huh?

May I join you?

So, how's life since the war?

Got both my legs.

There's my arms.

I can't complain.

Got a woman?

Fever took her start of this last
winter.

What was her name?

Betsy.

Georgia girl?

Augusta.

Man of boy, Augusta girl.

I used to raise Kentucky horses.

Her pa was the owner of the breeder ship
where I bought most of my ponies.

Oh, God damn 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. Neither one
of them had no good brothers, that's for

damn sure.

Hey, 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.

You want to know what day that was?

Yes.

The day he met.

He come up here to do a little nigger
head hunting.

By then, the reward was those 5 ,000
bragging 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
looking for fortune.

There wasn't no fortune to be found.

All they found...

It was me.

All them crackers come up here and sing
a different tune when they found

themselves at the mercy of a nigga's
gun.

Let's just forget it. I'll go my way,
you go yours.

That's your boy Chester talking.

You're a goddamn lie.

If you just let me go home to my family,
I swear I'll never sit down. foot

in Wyoming again.

That's what they all said.

Begging for his life, your boy told me
his whole life

story.

And you was in that story, General.

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 lying nigger lips up!

General Smithers, don't you listen to
him.

He didn't know your boy.

He just heard tell why your hair's off.

It was cold the day I killed your boy.

I don't mean snowy mountain Wyoming
cold.

It's 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 back.

Then I told him to start walking.

I walked his naked ass for two hours
before the code collapsed.

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 begging again.

But this time, he wasn't begging to go
home.

He knew he'd never see his home again.

He wasn't begging for his life, neither.

Because 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.

I didn't see pictures, ain't you?

Your boy.

Black dude, dingus in his mouth.

Him shaking, him crying, me laughing.

And him not understanding.

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 heartbreaking
last promise.

Kind of like those uniforms the union
issued those colored troops that you

not to acknowledge.

So what you going to do, old man?

You gonna spend the next two, three days
ignoring the nigga that killed your

boy?

Ignoring how I made him suffer?

Ignoring how I made him lick all over my
Johnson?

The dumbest thing your boy ever did was
to let me know

he was your...

Boom.

About 15 minutes has passed since we
last left our characters.

Joe Gage volunteered to take Smithers'
dead body outside.

Straws were drawn to see who'd help him.

Obi lost.

Chris, John, Ruth, and Oswaldo had a
vigorous debate about the legality of

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've 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.

Yo, boy.

Black dude's dingus in his mouth.

Fifteen 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 and

mouths, somebody poisoned the coffee.

He did everything I... No, Mike.

And the only one to see him do it...

was Dommergo.

That's why this is called.

Don Ragoose got a secret.

John Rhys.

Yeah.

Can I play that guitar over there?

If you come back with anything else but
a guitar, my pistol plays a tune.

Dahmer Goo's Death March.

Listen for a moment, lads, and hear me
tell my tale.

Oh, the thief from England, sure I was
condemned to fail.

Jury found me guilty, sir, and said the
judge said he...

For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you...

The soldiers on the combat ship were
full five hundred strong.

They opened fire and somehow drove that
pirate ship away.

I'd rather join that pirate ship than go
to Boston, D

.C.

One got us in everything.

I'll kill you bastards, one by one, I'll
gung, I'll slaughter down.

Give them all a little shock, and then
I'll die.

Yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains
to Botany Bay.

That's the one you like to...

Singing a stagecoach, huh?

Yeah. It's kind of pretty.

Got another verse to it?

Yeah, a lot.

Well, go ahead. Sing it.

Merry Satan.

Muffet is on the grave.

By and by I'll break my chains into the
bush I'll go.

And you'll be dead behind me, John.

Music time's over.

When you get to hell, John, tell them
Daisy sent you.

Give me that fucking gun.

Don't test me, bitch.

Everybody, get your backsides up against
that back wall over yonder.

Well, God damn it.

Get or don't get, Joe Gage. It's up to
you.

I'm getting. Then get.

You too, senor Bob.

Everybody turn around and put your hands
on that wall.

Move them damn snowshoes!

Everybody keep your mouth shut.

Do like I say.

You open your mouth, you're going to get
a bullet.

Move a little sudden, a little strange,
you're going to get a bullet.

Not a warning, not a question, a bullet.

You got that?

Let me hear you say, 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 of my holster.

I need it, Tim.

Now, like I said, anybody does anything,
and I mean anything.

You kill him.

So, you finally decided I'm telling the
truth about being the sheriff of Red

Rock, huh?

I don't know about all that.

But I know you ain't the killer poison
in that coffee because you almost drunk

it your own damn self.

One of them is.

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 did I say about talking?

I meant it, didn't I?

Now, you need to understand, you just
killed the only man here committed to

getting you to Red Rock alive.

Now, one of y 'all is working with her.

Or two of y 'all is working with her.

Or all y 'all is.

But only one of you poisoned the coffee.

What charms this bitch got make a man
brave a blizzard kill in cold blood?

I'm sure I don't know.

Well, John Ruth's trying to hang you
once.

So you kill him.

Okay.

Maybe.

But O .B.

wasn't hanging nobody.

He damn sure wasn't.

But he sure enough laying over there
dead now, though, ain't he? He damn sure

is, you sons of bitches.

Just like any one of us would have drunk
that coffee. Like me, God damn it.

Now, those of y 'all with your hands on
the wall don't practice in poison.

You need to think about that.

Think about how it could have been you
rolling around here on this floor.

And how the man standing next to you
would be responsible.

And I know who I got my money on.

Oh, that's right, Joe Gage. I'm looking
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's got
nothing on his mind except getting this

to the gallows, brewing the coffee in
minutes, half -dash?

Because his coffee was dreadful.

Is that right?

Well, ain't that interesting.

You didn't have any of my coffee, so
don't be so sure about what this little

says.

I had some of his coffee.

It wasn't the best coffee I ever drank,
but there's 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
thinking.

Now, how long you say Minnie been gone?

A week?

Okay.

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 Charlie.

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 Charlie's stew.

Now, I ain't had many stews 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
visiting her mama for a week, how she

stew this morning?

And this, this is Sweet Day's chip.

When I sat in it earlier, I couldn't
believe it.

Nobody. Sits in Sweet Dave's chair.

This may be menace plates, 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 going with him.

What's in the chair?

Just what I thought.

Sweet Dave's goddamn blood.

So, were you actually accusing me of
murder?

The way I see it, Senor Bob, is whoever
is working 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 laying out back there dead
somewhere.

Or if it's you, little British man, the
real Oswaldo Mowbray laying in a ditch

somewhere and you just an English fella
passing 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 didn't say you poisoned the
coffee.

I said you didn't make the stew.

My theory is...

with the man who poisoned the coffee.

And both of y 'all murdered Minnie,
Sweet Dave, and whoever else picked this

luck day to visit Minnie's haberdashery
this morning.

And at some point, y 'all intended to
bushwhack John Root

and Free Daisy.

But you didn't count on the blizzard,
and you didn't count on the two of us.

That's as 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, senor Bob.

And it's a little bit more than a
theory.

How long you say you been working for,
Manny?

Four months.

See, if you'd have been here two and a
half years ago, you'd know about that

sign used to hang up over the bar.

Manny mention that to you?

No.

You want to know what that sign says,
Senor Bob?

No dogs or Mexicans allowed.

Now, Minnie hung that sign up the day
she opened this haberdashery. And it

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 letting in dogs.

Now, Minnie liked just about everybody.

But she sure don't.

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 show don't sound like

Minnie.

Now, I am calling you a liar, Senor Bob.

And if you lying, which you are, then
you killed Minnie.

And two days.

And there goes Senor 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 days.

If I don't hear a confession from one of
you motherfuckers quick, fast, and in a

hurry... I'm going to pour this whole
pot of coffee down that bitch's goddamn

throat.

Okay. Time's up.

Son!

All right, I did it.

It was me. I poisoned the coffee.

I fucking knew it!

Oh!

You're going to die now, you murdering
bastard.

Major Warren, please let me send this
ugly son of a bitch to hell.

You killed O .B.? He is worth ten of
you.

Ward, can I kill him?

Thank you.

What is this?

Thank you.

Hey, Charlie, my boy. How the hell are
you? How you, Ed? How you, Judy?

Yeah.

How many you got?

Full house today, friend.

Got one in there waiting.

Well, you're going to have to keep on
waiting. We ain't got no room.

Well, you need to tell Minnie, because
he's been here two days, and Minnie

him out of here. Well, I can't give him
the seat I don't have.

Listen, why don't you take the
passengers inside and introduce them to

warm yourself up, and drink some coffee.

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 you.

I'll introduce you to Minnie.

Don't run your business with her.

Coffee would be the first thing you'd
make.

Come on in, everybody. Don't be shy.

Hi. Everybody, this is Minnie. And this
is her play.

Behind me, tucking that chicken, is
Gemma.

Lovely smile, that Gemma.

Now, the fella in the uniform, I don't
know. But the one he's playing chess

is sweet Dave.

Hiya, Dave.

Hey, Jenny.

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.

Oswald A. Mayberry, 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.

Oh, we're just going to go warm
ourselves by the stove, if that's all

Oh, stove, fireplace, whatever. Just get
warm.

Oh, Judy said something about the best
coffee in the world.

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'll tell you what it is. It's hot, it's

strong, and it's good. And in this here
snow, it's showing up, 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 Charlie with
them bags and get Ed in here.

Matt.

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
Charlie. She wants to talk to you.

Charlie, you got a hold of these fellas?

Got them, Ed.

Miss Minnie, would you rope me a
cigarette?

Sure, honey. I smoke red apple tobacco.
Is that all right?

It'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 stirring, I like to
watch.

Hell no. I like whipping this old man's
ass in front of an audience.

You ain't whipping shit.

Merci beaucoup, mademoiselle.

Oh, that's real nice. What is that?

That's French.

You speak French?

Oui. Oui? What does that mean?

It means yes.

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 child, I can speak French.

Are you the jelly bean salesman around
here?

How many peppermint sticks I get for a
nickel?

Five.

Thank you, sugar.

Okay.

Allow me to assist you, madam.

I'm bringing in your bandage, if anybody
wants to change your clothes before Red

Rock.

Thank you.

Thanks.

So why do they call you Six Horse Judy,
anyway?

Because 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?

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.

Not anywhere near. Precarious. Old team.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha,

ha,

ha. Ha,

ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha,

ha. Ha, ha,

ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha. Ha,
ha, ha. What the fuck's in Auckland?

Where I'm from.

It's our biggest city.

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 the passengers
not so much.

Most find it a mile too strong.

Can't be too strong on this mountain.

Thank you.

Where?

What do you think, Pete?

It does make the fit up more convincing.

Okay.

I'll talk to the old man.

Three collective bodies and chuck them
in that well out there.

And then start on hitching the horses
and getting them in the barn and getting

them fed.

Well, hang on.

They've put the horses away. That's easy
enough.

But dragging these fat bastards up and
down the mountain, that's fucking

impossible, mate.

Okay.

Well, this is a store, so it is.

There's got to be a whale barrel 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?

Ben, grab my coat, will you?

But I want you Looking for

someone

And you're feeling the world closing on
you.

You're asking... Look, I just thought of
working here.

Whatever many did to make y 'all mad.

I had nothing to do with it.

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 negatives?

Yes.

And when it comes to that pile of
negatives that we're building now back,

won't take nothing 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

gonna come in here

and he's gonna have my sister with him

and he is gonna have her in chains

I'm taking her to Red Rock.

To be hung.

You know why?

No.

Ten thousand dollars.

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

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.

And you and Sweet Dave look 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 nothing.

You don't say nothing. Hello.

Thank you. Good night.

That's about it.

Maybe your name.

But that's it.

Thank you. Good night.

And... Maybe... Be an old man.

Be Dottie.

Go to sleep.

And don't you say nothing, and I mean
nothing, to that bounty hunter that's

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 chuck the bodies down the well.

Put away the horses.

Tidied up around minis.

Stash 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 going to be facing John
Ruth.

chained to my sister with a pistol
pointed at her belly.

Now, killing that fella before he kills
my sister ain't gonna be easy, but you

better believe that's exactly what we're
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.

Or be right.

Oh, 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.

Good luck, mate.

Who is it out there? Close the door.

You've got to nail it, Jack.

You have to nail it, Jack.

Hold it, Jack. The hammer nailed by the
door. Nailed by the door.

Give me another piece of wood.

I need a nail.

That door's a son of a gun.

Who's the idiot who broke that? That
Mexican fella?

Who'd hit him?

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?

About 40 minutes ago.

That cowboy fell in the corner. That's
your driver?

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? Stoke his own socks in the

think we all felt the same way, but
we're a little too polite to say

You don't have that problem.

Where's the well water?

Over there.

So, all three of you fellas headed to
Red Rock when the blizzard

stopped. Yeah.

All three of us were on that dead coach
out there.

Coffee beans.

They're 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 the goddamn sheriff. I'm a
monkey's uncle.

Good. You can share bananas with your
nigger friend in the stable.

Sir!

The new sheriff of Red Rock is traveling
with you. Looks like I'm gonna have to

do this the hard way. No, he's lying.

He ain't sheriff of nothing.

He's a southern renegade. He's just...

Talking itself 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

Just you wait, you fuck. You never gave
your name to her. John Ruth.

You a lawman?

Can't take another law.

So you're a bounty hunter. That's right,
Buster.

How you doing, old boy?

I shot my nuts off.

I'm freezing.

Burning up at the same time.

Bleeding like a stuck pig.

I think I'm gonna die.

And these motherfuckers did it.

That's how I'm doing.

How you doing?

Well, my leg hurts really bad.

But I think if I put all my weight on my
rifle... I'm just being sarcastic. I

don't give a fuck about your leg.

Hey, you.

Just make yourself comfortable.

Don't worry about my comfort.

Shit, I can't feel my ass no more.

Don't worry about these owl hoops.

That bushwhacking nut shooter in the
basement.

either give up by the time i count to
three i shoot domagu

in the head one two no no no don't shoot

her in the head coming up hold on now
you butch wagon sack shooter

you just opened the door we tell you
when to come up

Now throw out your other pistol.

I ain't got another pistol. Well, you
better shit another pistol out your ass.

Because if you don't throw one up here
in the next two seconds, we're going to

kill this bitch.

See? Told you.

With your hands where we can see them.

Slow.

How you doing, dummy?

Better.

Now I see your ugly face.

How you like that? You bushwhacking
castrator!

What are you doing? He was getting on!

It took him too long, so I've done it
for him.

Joe Gates!

You dance over here and shut this trap
door.

Ah! Ah!

May I sit in the chair?

Yes, you may.

Put your hands flat on that table.

Don't move them.

Max!

You sure picked the wrong time to turn
into a nigger lover.

Don't you see that nigger in 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 because they got butterflies in
their belly about me, but because we're

all gang members.

The Jody Domingue gang.

That fella y 'all just killed in the
basement was Jody Domingue, my brother.

Well, who the hell is Jody Domingray?

You want to tell him about him, man?

He was a big bad cat worth $50 ,000.

And every member of his gang was worth
at least $10 ,000.

Which finally explains why you worth $10
,000.

And what's going to happen when that son
comes out, nigger? So is my brother's

15 men coming straight here for us. Tell
him, Grouch.

Jody's 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 gonna make a deal with me?

I just shot Oswaldo.

Yeah. 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, Dee Dee. Oh, yeah.

And, Chris, I'm telling you, you ain't
done anything yet that we can't forgive.

So, let's make a deal.

No deal, 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

pitch.

Humor me.

Bitch.

What's your deal?

Easy.

Take your gun.

Shoot that nigger dead.

Then we sit here all night flat for the
next two days.

When it's no mouth, 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.

Yeah. Now that Adam blowed his face off,
my co ain't worth a peso.

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 Hickok, I
got a federal bounty of $15 ,000 on my

head.

It's all yours, Chris.

You keep talking, Pete.

You're going to talk yourself to death.

Joe Gay, who you be?

Grouch Douglas.

You heard of him?

Yeah, I heard of Grouch Douglas.

He worked 10 just like Dayton.

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.

Because when that snow melts, the rest
of Jody's gang, all 15 of them that were

waiting in Red Rock, are coming here.

Now, let's say you shoot us all.

If you really want all that Domingue
Gray gang bounty money, you still got to

get all our corpses in the Red Rock.

And then it's going to be so easy.

Because I doubt you can drive a four
-horse team.

That wagon out there is too heavy for a
two -horse team.

So that means you're going to have to
lead a string of horses into Red Rock.

And with that deep snow after a
blizzard, you ain't going to be able to

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

going to be a might pokey.

And you're going to run smack dab into
the Domingue Gray 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

they ain't just gonna kill you and that
nigger. They're gonna go back to Red

Rock and kill every son of a bitch in
that town.

You really the sheriff of Red Rock? You
wanna save the town? Then shoot that

nigger!

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 of the snow with Daisy...

Get there!

Get there!

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 I tell it to Mexico.

That's the deal, right?

Yeah.

And I get Oswaldo?

And Joe Gage?

Yeah.

Well, 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're just talking.

Calm down.

So what about Jody's body and the $50
,000?

They're getting greedy, Rob. No deal.

We're taking Jody's body back with us.
He got children.

So I kill Warren.

And we're all friends.

No

deal,

Trent.

left in that town unburnt.

Well, I guess I should be plum 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

gang members waiting it out in Red Rock.
And boy, oh, boy.

What I believe is Joe Gage or Grouch
Douglas, 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.

And... I believe when

it comes to what's left of the Jody
Domingue Gray gang,

I'm looking at him.

Right here, right now, dead on this
motherfucking floor.

Goddamn right.

You're gonna die on this mountain,
Chris.

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...

after the war with nothing but their
respect in his command.

Your brother's just an aahoot who let a
gang of killers.

I don't feel so good.

Black bastard.

That bastard did before he died.

We'll save your life.

We're going to die, white boy.

We ain't got no say in that.

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 Rook could have shot her anywhere,
anytime, along the way.

John Roof was the hangman.

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.

But mean bastards you need to hang.

Until death!

That sure was...

Hey.

I hope this letter finds you in good
health instead.

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'll get there.

I just wanted to let you know.

Get in my thoughts.

Hopefully, our paths will cross in the
future.

Until then, I remain your friend.

Old Mary Todd's calling, so I guess it
must be time for

bed.

Respectfully, Abraham.

That's a nice touch.

Yeah.

Thanks.

but there won't be.

Now the glory...

He may be the younger brother who ran
away.