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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.

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. - 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! - 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? - 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. - 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... - 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... - 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.