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♪ ♪

Get up! Get up there! Get up!

Packer, Roy, get up!

Get up!

Get up there! Get up! Get up!

Get up there! Get up! Get up!

Go!

♪ ♪

Get up. Get up.

- Hyah! Get up! Get up!
- Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up! Get up!

- Whoa! Easy.
- Whoa. Whoa!

Hey, Charly, my boy.
How the hell are you?

Hiya, Ed. Hiya, Judy.

- How many you got?
- Full house today, friend.

- Got one in there waitin'.
- He's gonna have to keep on waitin'.

- We ain't got no room.
- Well, you need to tell Minnie.

'Cause he been here two days,
and Minnie wants him out of here.

Well, I can't give him
a seat I don't have.

Listen, why don't you take
the passengers inside

and introduce 'em to Minnie,

warm yourself up
and drink some coffee.

Here we are, everybody.
Minnie's Haberdashery.

Step outside, you and your
friends can stretch your legs.

When you're ready,
step on inside,

get warm by the fire,
get some coffee in you.

I'll introduce you to Minnie.

♪ ♪

Now, Minnie,
I'm not tryin' to tell you

how to run your business,
but I would think coffee

- would be the first thing
you'd make. -Hmm.

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

Hats!

Everybody, this is Minnie,
and this is her place.

Behind me, pluckin'
that chicken, is Gemma.

Ah. Lovely smile, that Gemma.

Now, the fella in the uniform
I don't know,

but the one he's playing chess
with is Sweet Dave.

- Hiya, Dave.
- Hey, Judy.

And, Minnie,

these are the passengers.

Well, that's not good enough.
Go on, take away them rags,

let's see some faces,
let's hear some names.

Oswaldo Mobray, madam.

Joe Gage.

Bob.

And I'm Jody.

Well, make yourself comfortable.
Get warm by the fire.

We're just gonna go warm ourselves
by the stove, if that's all right.

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

Oh, and Judy said somethin' about
the best coffee in the world.

Well, I don't know about all
that, but I tell you what it is.

It's hot, it's strong,
and it's good.

And in this here snow, it sure
enough warms your ass up.

You don't need to sell it,
Minnie, you need to make it.

And you need to get
your ass out there

and help Charly with them bags
and get Ed in here.

Yes, ma'am.

Miss Minnie,
would you roll me a cigarette?

Sure, honey.

I smoke Red Apple tobacco.
That all right?

That's my favorite.

Don't mind me, gentlemen.

I'm just watching.

You play?

You know, I must have had
at least 12 people

teach me that goddamn game.

Just never could keep
the moves in my head.

But if I'm not disturbing,
I'd like to watch.

Hell no. I like whippin'

this old man's ass
in front of a audience.

You ain't whippin' shit!

Merci beaucoup,
Mademoiselle Minnie.

♪ ♪

Are you the, uh, jelly
bean salesman around here?

How many peppermint sticks
I get for a nickel?

Five.

All right.

- Here you go.
- Thank you, sugar.

Okay.

Uh, allow me
to assist you, madam.

♪ ♪

I'm bringing in your bags

in case anybody wants to change
your clothes before Red Rock.

Peppermint stick?

Thanks.

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. Precarious.

Is that anywhere near,
uh, Old Zealand?

♪ ♪

Auckland? What the
fuck's an Auckland?

it's 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 it,
passengers not so much.

Most find it a mite too strong.

Can't be too strong on this mountain.
Thank you.

Well? What do you think?

Shit!

What you think, Pete?

Well, I must admit,

he does make the setup
more convincing.

Okay.

You three collect the bodies and
chuck 'em in that well out there.

Then start unhitchin' the horses and gettin'
'em in the barn and gettin' 'em fed.

And as soon as I get through
with this old hickory tree,

I'll come out and help you, okay?

Old man....

You might have
a way out of this yet.

Hey, Pete, grab my coat, will ya?

Later today,

dirty...

son of a gun

is gonna come in here...

All right, boys.
Let's get ready.

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, he paid
a pretty penny for privacy.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Get in, Dude!

Hut! Get in!

Go on! Hut!

Come on!

Dude, Coconut, giddyup.

Yah!

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♪ ♪

Hut!

Giddyup!

Yah! Cimarron!
Leche! Get in!

So, what happened to your horse?

Get in!

He done what he could,
but he couldn't make it.

Nevertheless,
I'm gonna miss him.

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.

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.

- 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 hang.

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.

♪ ♪

I, uh... I know we only
met each other the once before,

and, uh, I don't mean to
unduly imply intimacy...

But, well...

You still got it?

Do I still got what?

The Lincoln letter.

Mm. Course.

- Got it on ya?
- Mm-hmm.

- 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, uh...

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 seeing's how you saved my life
and all...

I suppose I could let you
read it again.

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

Ole Mary Todd.

Well, that...

That gets me.

Yeah, it gets me, too.

You know what this is, tramp?

It's a letter from Lincoln.
To him. Yeah.

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

And this is just one of the letters...

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!

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.

Hey! Hey!

Considering there's
a blizzard going on,

whole lot of fellas
walking around,

wouldn't you say, Major?

- Put them on.
- Oh, l ain't wearing no handcuffs.

You put those on,
or you can stop

worrying about
this whole thing right now!

Hey!

Hey!

Hand your weapons
to the driver.

Little jumpy, ain't you?

Never mind the jokes.
Just do it.

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 don't want no trouble.

I just want a ride.
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 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!

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.

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!

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, I'll
buy you and Major Marquis there

- dinner and booze.
- I don't drink with rebel renegades,

and I damn sure
don't break bread with them.

Well, Mr. Ruth...

You sound like you got a axe
to grind against the Cause.

"The Cause" of a renegade army?

Bunch of losers gone loco.

You bet I do.

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.

Sound to me you been reading

a lot of newspapers printed
in Washington, D.C.

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?

Shut up!

Goddamn it, Daisy.
It's coming.

Get in there, Cimarron!

Here. Last piece.

Does he know...

Does he know
how famous you once was?

I don't think so.

Black Eye.

Do you know who he is?

Do I know
about the $30,000 reward

the Confederacy put on the head
of Major Marquis?

Yeah.

Ah, them hillbillies
went nigger head-hunting.

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

But it wasn't for lack of trying.

Them peckerwoods
left their homes and families,

and come up this snowy mountain
looking for me and fortune.

Ain't none of 'em found fortune.

The ones you ain't
never heard of no more,

they found me.

Why'd they have a reward on you?

Confederates took exception
to my capacity for killing 'em.

And after I broke
out of Wellenbeck,

well, the South took my continued
existence as a personal affront.

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.

Did you bust out?

Major Marquis did more
than bust out.

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 overnight in the camp.

47 men burnt to a crisp!

Southern youth, farmers' sons!

- 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.

And that means killing 'em
any way I can.

Shoot 'em, stab 'em,
drown 'em, burn 'em...

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.

You best believe I ain't looked back
till I crossed the Northern line.

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,

and that's why they drummed
your black ass out of the cavalry

with a yellow stripe down your back.
Isn't it, Major?

Horseshit!

If he'd have did all that,
the cavalry would've 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.

Now, you killed yourself
your share of redskins

in your day,
didn't you, Black Major?

Cavalry tends
to look kindly on that.

The fact that
Erskine Mannix's little boy

would talk
about anybody else's behavior

during war time makes me
want to 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!

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,
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... You done
got me talking politics.

I didn't want to.

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.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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.

- Where's Minnie and Sweet Dave?
- They ain't here.

- Who are you? - I'm running the place
while they're gone.

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.

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?

l 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.

The new sheriff of Red Rock
is traveling with you?

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?

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?

It certainly isn't Buster.

It's Oswaldo Mobray.

Oswaldo?

Well,

I got my warrant, Oswaldo.

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.

Line, O.B.!

Oh, whoa.

Oh.

Whoa.

♪ ♪

Whoa, Ace, whoa.

You're all right,
you're all right.

Come on, goddamn it. I'm cold!

I'll feed and water the horses.

You go inside
and get some hot coffee.

Got some stew cooking.
Should be done soon.

Now, look.

No matter how bad
this blizzard gets,

we still got to feed
these horses

and take a squat
from time to time.

So me and Chris
better lay out a line

from the stable
to the front door

and from the front door
to the shithouse.

Okay?

Good idea.

Come on, Chris.

I'll give you a hand.

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

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

You're right, amigo.

Muchas gracias.

All right. Follow me.

We're gonna drop one
every ten paces,

- from here to the door.
- Yeah!

All right!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Now, you're wanted for murder.

And if you're found guilty,

the people of Red Rock will hang you
in the town square.

And, as the hangman,
I will perform the execution.

That's what civilized society

calls justice.

However,

if the relatives
and the loved ones

of the person you murdered

were outside that door
right now,

and after busting down
that door,

they drug you out into the snow

and hung you up by the neck,

that would be frontier justice.

Now,

what's the real difference
between the two?

The real difference is me.

The hangman.

To me, it doesn't matter
what you did.

When I hang you, I'll get no
satisfaction from your death.

It's my job.

I hang you in Red Rock.

I move on to the next town.

I hang someone else there.

The man who pulls the lever
that breaks your neck

will be a dispassionate man.

And that dispassion
is the very essence of justice.

For justice delivered
without dispassion

is always in danger
of not being justice.

Amen.

No offense, cowboy fella.

Just gettin' your attention.

Yeah, well...

You got it.

What you writin', friend?

Only thing I'm qualified
to write about.

- What's that?
- My life story.

Am I in it?

You just entered.

Well, you like writing stories
so much,

why don't you tell me
the story that brings you here?

- Who's asking?
- I am. John Ruth.

I'm bringing in this one
to Red Rock to hang.

And ain't no way I'm spending
a couple of nights

under a roof with somebody
I don't know who they are,

and I don't know who you are.

So, who are you?

- Joe Gage.
- What?

That's my name.
Joe Gage.

Okay, Joe Gage.

Why you going to Red Rock?

I ain't, I ain't,
I ain't going to Red Rock.

Where you going?

About nine miles
outside of Red Rock.

- What's there?
- My mother.

- Your mother?
- Listen, I'm just a cowpuncher.

I just, uh, got back
from a long drive, and...

I definitely am coming
home for Christmas

to spend time with mother.

Christmas with mother,
I mean, uh,

it's a wonderful thing.

Now, is that, uh,

good enough for you,

John Ruth?

For now.

You steer clear of my prisoner.

Hello, old-timer.

General.

General.

You, sir, are a hyena.

I have no wish to speak to you.

I've been called worse.

Fair enough, General.

Sorry to bother you.

Hey!

- You gotta kick it open!
- Gotta kick it open!

- What? - Kick it open!
- You gotta kick it open!

Jesus Christ!

- Close it!
- Close it!

- Close the door!
- What?

- Close it!
- The goddamn door!

It doesn't have a latch. Close it!
it's already cold enough in here!

Doesn't have a latch.
You gotta hammer up a board.

The hammer and nails
by the door.

There's a hammer
and nails right there!

- Hold this here, Chris.
- Here! Here.

- Watch your fingers.
- Yeah.

You need two pieces of wood.
You got to hammer another one.

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

- Shut up!
- Ah, got it!

Son of a bitch!

Jesus Christ.

That's door's a whore.

Oh.

I get it. "Haberdashery."

That was a joke.

How's the coffee?

Now? Pretty good,
if I do say so myself.

Thank you.

Ooh!

Ha! Navajo!

Guess who he is.

Buffalo Bill?

Hardly.

No. I'm...

Oswaldo Mobray. I'm the...

He's the hangman of Red Rock.

- Yes, I am.
- Well!

Good to meet you, Mr...?
- Mobray.

- Mobray.
- Yeah.

I'm Chris Mannix.
The new sheriff in Red Rock.

- Really?
- Pfft, horseshit!

Pay no attention to him.

Horseshit!

Fella warmin' himself
by that potbelly stove

- is a hell of a driver
named O.B. -Ah.

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

You comin' into Red Rock
to hang Lance Lawson?

- Precisely. -Do you have
the execution orders on you?

- In my bag.
- May I see 'em?

Of course.

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

He's a fella been sittin'
in the Red Rock jail

about a month now.

He's the fella
who shot the fella

who was sheriff 'fore me.

Precisely.

Thank you.

What did she mean when she said,

"The bounty hunter's
nigger friend in the stable"?

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

Want a little snake bite
in your coffee?

Yeah.

Are you the chap
with the Lincoln letter?

The Lincoln what?

The letter from Abraham Lincoln.

Weren't you pen pals?

With the president?

Well, I'm sorry, I heard
that somebody in your party

had a letter
from Abraham Lincoln.

I assumed it was you.

Not him!

Black fella in the stable.

The nigger...

in the stable has a letter
from Abraham Lincoln?

What'd you say
your name was again?

- Bob.
- Warren.

Minnie and Sweet Dave in there?

Minnie and Sweet Dave went
to visit her mother

on the north side
of the mountain.

- What?
- Yeah.

Minnie ain't here?

Yes, they're visiting
her mother.

- Her mother?
- Yes.

Hmm.

Never knew Minnie had a mother.

Well, everybody's got a mother.

Yeah, I suppose.

And she left you in charge?

Si.

That sure don't sound
like Minnie.

Are you calling me a liar?

Well, not yet I ain't.

Just sounds peculiar is all.

Well, that sounds a whole lot

like you're calling me a liar,
mi negro amigo.

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

But I still ain't done it yet.

Minnie still serve food?

- Do you consider stew food?
- Yes.

Then we serve food.

She still stinking up the place
with Old Quail pipe tobacco?

Minnie doesn't smoke a pipe.

She rolls her own.

Red Apple Tobacco.

But, mi negro amigo,
I think you already know this.

Yeah, I do, Senor Bob.

Just seeing if you do.

Come on!

Fill 'er up, O.B.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Well, cut my legs off
and call me Shorty.

Is that
General Sanford Smithers I see?

You got a good eye, son.

Captain Chris Mannix,
Mannix's Marauders.

Erskine's boy?

Yes, sir.

Uh... may I sit down, sir?

Well, according to the Yankees,
it's a free country.

General Sandy Smithers. Ha-ha!

Boy...

oh, boy,

did my daddy talk about you!

I heard you gave
those Blue Bellies sweet hell.

Me and my boys did our part.

Just like Erskine and his boys
did their part.

Hell yeah, we did.

Yankee sons of bitches.

I never knew your father, son.

But I always respected
his resolve.

Well, thank you
for saying that, General.

Your respect would have meant
the world to him.

Can I get you some coffee?

That'd be nice.

Well, how about a blanket?

That'd be even nicer.

Hell, you know what?
You can have mine.

Here we go, General.

Ha-ha! So what brings you
out Wyoming way, sir?

If you don't mind my askin'.

My boy.

Chester Charles Smithers.

He died out here
a few years back.

Oh, forgive me, sir.

There's no forgiveness
needed, son.

Like I said,
it was a few years back.

It was after
he'd served his service.

He came out here
to the hills of Wyoming...

to make his fortune.

Never to be heard from again.

I bought him a symbolic plot...

in the Red Rock cemetery.

And I'm here to advise
a stone maker on his headstone.

Was he a goner for sure?

No chance he could be livin'
the cold life out in the woods?

It's a rough life,
but folks can learn it.

If he'd have done
what he came out here to do,

he'd have come home.

Hold it. Close it, close it!

You have to hold it closed
while I nail it shut.

Well, who's the idiot
broke the damn door?

Orale, cabron!

Hold it closed.

Okay.

One more.

Keep holding, keep holding,

my negro amigo.

We need two pieces of wood.

Orale, cabron! There you go!

- A large black dog.
- ♪ Now take my tip ♪

♪ Before you ship to join ♪

- His name was Henry, I believe.
- ♪ The iron gang ♪

- Labrador.
- ♪ Don't be too gay ♪

♪ In Botany Bay ♪

♪ Or else you'll surely hang ♪

♪ Or else you'll hang,
you'll hang, said he... ♪

You know, my daddy...

I-l said that my-my daddy

always said that Davis
Was a courageous man,

but he should've put the capital
in Montgomery and not Richmond.

Yes, sir.
I agree with that.

The army in northern Virginia
would've been used...

I said the army of north
Virginia would've been used

in a very different way!

♪ They'll flog
the poaching out of you ♪

♪ Out there in Botany Bay. ♪

Shut up!

O.B.

Do you know that nigger, sir?

I don't know that nigger.

But I know he's a nigger,
and that's all I need to know.

Well... that nigger
just ain't any nigger.

That nigger, he...

General Sanford Smithers?

Battle of Baton Rouge?

Inform the nigger

in the cavalry
officer's uniform

that I had
a division of Confederates

under my command...

in Baton Rouge.

Major Nigger, General Smithers
wishes me to inform you...

I heard him, hillbilly.

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

On the other side.

Oh, that's interesting.

Uh, General Smithers,

he said that he was also in
Baton Rouge on the other si...

Captain Mannix,

tell the nigger

that I don't acknowledge niggers

in Northern uniforms.

You captured a whole colored
command that day...

but not one colored trooper
made it to a camp, did they?

We didn't have the time
or the food...

nor the inclination...

to care for Northern horses

and least of all...

Northern niggers!

So we shot 'em where they stood!

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen.

I know Americans aren't apt

to let a little thing
like unconditional surrender

get in the way of a good war.

But I strongly suggest
we don't restage

the Battle of Baton Rouge

during a blizzard
in Minnie's Haberdashery.

Now, uh...

my Nubian friend...

while I realize
passions are high,

that was a while ago.

And if you shoot
this unarmed old man,

I guarantee
I will hang you by the neck

until you are dead
once we arrive in Red Rock.

I damn well guarantee that, too.

Yeah, Warren, that's the
problem with old men.

You can kick 'em down the stairs

and say it's a accident,
but you can't just shoot 'em.

Uh, gentlemen...
since we may be

trapped here,

close together-like,

for a few days,

may I suggest
a possible solution?

We divide Minnie's in half.

The Northern side

and the Southern side.

With the dinner table...

operating as a...

neutral territory.

Long as the bar's
Philadelphia...

I agree.

We still got that deal
we talked about in the wagon?

Thank you. -I help you
protect your $8,000,

- you help me protect my ten?
- Yeah, I suppose.

One of them fellas

is not what he says he is.

What is he?

In cahoots with this one,
that's what he is.

One of them,
maybe even two of them,

is here to see
Domergue goes free.

To accomplish that goal,
they'll kill everybody in here.

They got 'em a couple of days,

so all they got to do
is sit tight

and wait for a window
of opportunity.

And that's when they strike.

Huh, bitch?

If you say so, John.

Are you sure you
ain't just being paranoid?

Our best bet is
this duplicitous fella

ain't as cool a customer
as Daisy here.

He won't have
the leather patience it takes

to just sit here and... wait.

Waiting for an opportunity

and knowing it's the right one
isn't so easy.

He can't handle it,

he'll stop waitin'.

Try and create his opportunity,

and that's when Mr. Jumpy
reveals himself.

Now, what you got
to say about all this?

What do I got to say?

About John Ruth's ravings?

He's absolutely right.

Me and one of them fellas
is in cahoots.

We're just waiting
for everybody to go to sleep.

That's when we're gonna kill y'all.

Okay, everybody! Hear this.

This here is Daisy Domergue.

She's wanted dead or alive
for murder.

$10,000.

That money's mine, boys.

Don't want to share it,

and I ain't gonna lose it.

When that sun comes out,

I'm taking this woman
into Red Rock to hang.

Now...

is there anybody here

committed to stoppin' me...

from doing that?

Well...

I guess that's
very fortunate for me.

However...

I hope you all understand

I can't just...

take your word.

Circumstances force me to...

take...

precautions.

When you say...

"precautions"...

why do I feel that you mean me?

Because I'm gonna take
your gun, son.

- Nothing personal.
- Just mine?

Hangman's got himself
a gun, too.

I'll be dealing with his gun
after I deal with yours.

I feel kind of...

naked without it.

I'll protect you.

A bastard's work is never done.

Huh, John Ruth?

That's right, Joe Gage.

- Now, give me the gun.
- If you want it...

you're gonna have
to come and take...

Calm down.

Take your hand away
from your gun.

Blink if you're
gonna remain calm.

He blinked.

Take his pistol.

I'm real sorry about this, son.

Like I said...

nothing personal, just...

a precaution.

Afraid the same applies
to you, too,

Mr... Mobray.

Ah, precautions must be taken

because life
is too sweet to lose.

Hand me that little bucket.

O.B.

Go to the outhouse.

Take this bucket and...
dump it down the shithole.

Why do I got to go outside?

Well, your jacket's already on,
and I sorta kinda trust you.

- Grab the other cup.
- Yeah, I got it.

I'm gonna cut you loose
while we eat.

Don't get any ideas.
I ain't goin' soft on ya.

Lift your ass
even one inch off that seat,

and I'll put a bullet
right in your goddamn throat.

Come here.

Oh.

So, Domergue...

I suppose this blizzard
counts as a stroke of luck

far as you're concerned.

You don't hear me
complainin', do ya?

No, I sure don't.

Well, how 'bout you, Oswaldo?

How 'bout me what?

Look...

considering all the things
I done for money,

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

don't you feel
just the least little bad

about hangin' a woman?

Well, until they invent
a trigger a woman can't pull,

if you're a hangman,
you're going to hang women.

When it comes to some of them
mean bastards out there,

it's the only thing
does the job.

You really only need
to hang mean bastards.

But mean bastards,
you need to hang.

You goddamn son of a bitch!

I almost died out there!

I ain't ever...
going out in that shit

ever, ever again!

You okay, O.B.?

I'm fine.

I'll be fine.

I just need to get warm.

You want some stew, O.B.?

Stew?

Later.

Oh, yeah.

That's nice.

So...

how you doing, Black Major?

I ain't in the mood,
Chris Mannix.

Leave me be from your horseshit.

John Ruth says
you got a Lincoln letter.

I told you, jackass,
go hee-haw someplace else.

Abraham Lincoln?

The president
of the United States?

Yes.

- Wrote you a letter personally?
- Yes.

Personally,
as in "Dear Major Warren"?

No, personally,
as in "Dear Marquis."

"Dear Marquis"?

Abraham Lincoln, the president
of the United States of America?

Yes.

- May I see it?
- No, you may not.

But the way John tells it,

you weren't just some random nigger
soldier picked from a pile of letters.

Way John tells it...

y'all had a correspondence.

Yes.

The way John tells it...

y'all was practically pen pals.

And a pen pal's...

practically a friend.

John Ruth...

you really think a nigger,

drummed out of the cavalry with
a yellow stripe down his back,

was practically friends

with the president of
the United States of America?

John Ruth, I hate to be the one
to break it to you,

but ain't nobody in Minnie's
Haberdashery ever corresponded

with Abraham Lincoln.

Least of all,

that nigger there!

Was all that horseshit?

Course it was.

Good one, Warren!

Talk that sass, nigger!

Talk that sass!

Well, I guess it's true
what they say about you people.

Can't trust a fuckin' word
comes out of your mouth.

What's the matter, John Ruth?

A dirty fuckin' trick.

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

Got me on that stagecoach,
didn't it?

Well, I'll tell you
like the good Lord told John.

A letter from Abraham Lincoln
wouldn't have had

that kind of effect on me.

Warren.

Goddamn it,
you leave that old man alone.

Stand down, you son of a bitch.

I shared a battlefield
with this man.

Or would you deny me that, too?

I suppose you were there.

May I join you?

Yes, you may.

Damn it.

So, how's life since the war?

Got both my legs.

Both my arms.

I can't complain.

Got a woman?

Fever took her
start of this last winter.

Mm.

What was her name?

Betsy.

Georgia gal?

Augusta.

Atlanta boy, Augusta girl.

I used to raise Kentucky horses.

And her pa was the owner
of the breedership

where I bought
most of my ponies.

Goddamn it.

I made a good deal on her.

Took the stake he gave me

and bought
a bunch of peach orchards.

Set myself up pretty well.

Did a hell of a lot better

than either one of my no-good
brothers, that's for damn sure.

Hmm.

Yeah, your boy come up here
a few years back.

He spoke highly
of his mama, too.

You knew my boy?

Did I know him?

Yep.

Yeah, I knew him.

You did not know my boy.

Suit yourself.

Did you know my son?

I know the day he died.

He come up here to do
a little nigger head-huntin'.

By then, the reward was, oh...

$5,000 and braggin' rights.

But to battle-hard rebs,

$5,000 just to cut off
a nigger's head?

That's good money.

So them Johnnies climbed
this mountain,

lookin' for fortune.

There wasn't no fortune
to be found.

All they found...

was me.

All them crackers come up here
sang a different tune

when they found theyself
at the mercy of a nigger's gun.

Let's just forget it.

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

That's your boy Chester talkin'.

You're a goddamn lie!

"if you just let me go home

"to my family, I-l swear...

I'll never set foot
in Wyoming again."

That's what they all said.

Beggin' for his life...

your boy told me

his whole life story.

And you was in that story,
General.

And when I knew me
I had the son

of the Bloody Nigger Killer
of Baton Rouge...

I knew me
I was gonna have some fun.

It was cold
the day I killed your boy.

And on that cold day,
with your boy

at the business end
of my gun barrel,

I made him strip...

right down to his bare ass.

Then I told him
to start walkin'.

I walked his naked ass for two hours
'fore the cold collapsed him.

Then he commenced to beggin' again.

But this time,

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.

And Chester Charles Smithers

sucked on that warm black dingus

for long as he could!

You're startin'
to see pictures, ain't ya?

Your boy...

black dude's dingus
in his mouth...

him sh-sh-shakin', him cryin',

me laughin'...

and him not understandin'.

But you understand,
don't you, Sandy?

Even after all he did,

and he did everything I asked.

No blanket.

That blanket was just a
heart-breakin' liar's promise.

Kind of like those uniforms

the Union issued
those colored troops

that you chose
not to acknowledge.

So what you gonna do,
old man? Hmm?

You gonna spend
the next two, three days

ignorin' the nigger
that killed your boy?

Oh, the dumbest thing
your boy ever did

was to let me know...

he was your boy.

John Ruth.

Yeah.

Can I play that guitar
over there?

Yeah.

You come back with
anything else but a guitar,

my pistol plays a tune.
You got it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it.

♪ Listen for a moment, lads ♪

♪ And hear me tell my tale ♪

♪ O'er the sea
from England shore ♪

♪ I was condemned to sail ♪

♪ Jury found me guilty, sir ♪

♪ And said the judge, said he ♪

♪ For life, Jim Jones ♪

♪ I sentence you
across the stormy sea ♪

♪ Have no chance
of mischief there ♪

♪ Remember what I say ♪

♪ They'll flog the poaching
out of you ♪

♪ Out there in Botany Bay ♪

♪ Waves were high
upon the sea ♪

♪ The winds approaching gales ♪

♪ I'd rather drowned
in misery ♪

♪ Than come
to New South Wales ♪

♪ The waves were high
upon the sea ♪

♪ When the pirates came along ♪

♪ But the soldiers
on our convict ship ♪

♪ Were full 500 strong ♪

♪ They opened fire
and somehow drove ♪

♪ That pirate ship away ♪

♪ I'd rather join
that pirate ship ♪

♪ Than gone to Botany Bay ♪

♪ And one dark night ♪

♪ When everything is quiet
in the town ♪

♪ I'll kill you bastards
one and all ♪

♪ I'll gun the floggers down ♪

♪ Give them all
a little shock ♪

♪ Remember what I say ♪

♪ Yet regret
they sent Jim Jones ♪

♪ In chains to Botany Bay. ♪

That's the one you like to sing
in the stagecoach, huh?

Yeah.

It's kinda pretty.

Got another verse to it?

Yeah, lots.

Well, go ahead, sing it.

Whatever you say, John.

♪ Now day and night
the irons clang ♪

♪ And like poor galley slaves ♪

♪ We toil and toil
and when we die ♪

♪ Must fill dishonored graves ♪

♪ By and by
I'll break my chains ♪

♪ And to the bush I'll go ♪

♪ And you'll be dead
behind me, John ♪

♪ When I get to Mexico. ♪

Give me that guitar.

Music time's over!

Hey!

Turn around!

John, no!
No, no, no, no, no!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Shut up!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

When you get to hell, John,

tell 'em Daisy sent ya.

Mannix, the coffee!

Oh, my God!

Oh! Aah!

Give me that fucking gun.

Don't test me, bitch.

Everybody!

Get your backsides up

against that back wall
over yonder.

Well, goddamn it!

Get or don't get, Joe Gage.

It's up to you.

- I'm gettin'.
- Then get!

You, too, Senor Bob.

Everybody turn around

and put your hands on that wall.

Move them damn snowshoes!

Everybody keep your mouths shut.

Do like I say.

You open your mouth,
you gonna get a bullet.

Move a little sudden,
a little strange,

you gonna get a bullet.

You got that?

Let me hear you say,
"I got it!"

- I got it.
- I got it.

- I got it.
- We have it.

Chris Mannix,
come over here on this side.

Come on.

Take this gun out my holster.

Point it at them.

Now, like I said,

anybody does anything,

and I mean anything,

you kill 'em.

So...

you finally decided
I'm tellin' the truth

about bein' the sheriff
of Red Rock, huh?

I don't know about all that.

But I know you ain't the killer
poisoned that coffee,

'cause you almost drunk it
your own damn self.

Aah! Ow!

Give me the key.
Give me the key!

You motherfucking
black bastard!

You're gonna die
on this mountain,

and I'm gonna fucking laugh
when you do!

What'd I say 'bout talkin'?

You need to understand

you just killed
the only man here

committed to gettin' you
to Red Rock alive.

Now, one of y'all...

is workin' with her.

Or two of y'all
is workin' with her.

Or all y'all is.

But only one of you

poisoned the coffee.

Now, what charms this bitch got

make a man brave a blizzard,

kill in cold blood?

I'm sure I don't know.

But John Ruth's tryin'
to hang your woman.

So you kill him.

Okay.

Maybe.

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

He damn sure wasn't.

But he sure enough layin' over
there dead now, though, ain't he?

He damn sure is,
you sons of bitches.

Just like any one of us
would've drunk that coffee.

Like me, goddamn it.

Now, those of y'all
with your hands on the wall

don't practice in poison

need to think about that.

Think about how
it could've been you

rollin' around here
on this floor.

And how the man standin'
next to you

would be responsible.

And I know
who I got my money on.

Oh, that's right, Joe Gage.

- I'm lookin' at you.
- Not so fast, Chris.

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?

But it's the stew
that's got me thinkin'.

Now, how long you said
Minnie been gone?

A week?

Si.

See...

my mama used to make stew,

and it always tasted the same,

no matter the meat.

And there was another fellow
on the plantation,

Uncle Charly.

He made stew, too.

And like my mama,

I ate his stew from the time
I was a whipper

till I was a full-grown man.

No matter the meat,

it always tasted
like Uncle Charly's stew.

Now, I ain't had Minnie's stew

in six months,
so I ain't no expert.

But that damn sure is...

Minnie's stew.

So if Minnie
is on the north side

visitin' her mama for a week,

how'd she make the stew
this mornin'?

Hmm.

And this...

this is Sweet Dave's chair.

When I sat in it earlier,

I couldn't believe it.

Nobody sits
in Sweet Dave's chair.

Uh, this may be Minnie's place,

but this is damn sure

Sweet Dave's chair.

And if he went
to the north side...

I'm pretty goddamn sure

this chair be goin' with him.

Just what I thought.

Sweet Dave's goddamn blood.

Hoo!

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

So, are you actually
accusing me of murder?

Way I see it, Senor Bob,

is whoever is workin' with her

ain't who they say they is.

And if it's you,

that means Minnie and her man

ain't at her mama's.

They layin' out back there
dead somewhere.

Or if it's you,
little British man,

the real Oswaldo Mobray layin'
in a ditch somewhere

and you just a English fella
passin' off his papers.

Or we go by my theory,

which is the ugliest guy did it.

So I take it you deduced
the coffee was poisoned

while you were murdering
the old man?

Yes.

Well, mi negro amigo,

during that whole incident,

I was sitting on that side
of the room

playing "Silent Night"
on the piano.

Oh, I ain't say
you poisoned the coffee.

I said you didn't make the stew.

My theory is...

you workin' with the man

who poisoned the coffee,

and both of y'all
murdered Minnie,

Sweet Dave and whoever else
picked this bad-luck day

to visit Minnie's Haberdashery
this mornin'.

And at some point,
y'all intended

to bushwhack John Ruth

and free Daisy.

But you didn't count
on the blizzard,

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

Hmm.

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, cabron?

It ain't so far-fetched,
Senor Bob.

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

How long you say
you been workin' for Minnie?

Four months.

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

you'd know 'bout that sign
used to hang up over the bar.

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

"No dogs or Mexicans allowed."

Now, Minnie hung that sign up

the day she opened
this haberdashery.

And it hung over that bar
every day

till she took it down
a little over two years ago.

You know why she took it down?

She started lettin' in dogs.

Now, Minnie liked
just about everybody,

but she sure don't

like Mexicans.

So when you tell me

Minnie went to the north side
to visit her mama,

well, I find that
highly unlikely.

But okay, maybe.

But when you tell me

Minnie Mink
took the haberdashery,

the most precious thing to her
in the whole world,

and left it in the hands
of a goddamn Mexican?

Well, that's what I meant
in the barn

when I said that sure
don't sound like Minnie.

Now I am calling you a liar,

Senor Bob.

And if you lyin',

which you are...

Then you killed Minnie.

And Sweet Dave.

Four measly bullets,

and there goes Senor Bob.

Now, one of y'all
poisoned this coffee

to free Daisy.

If I don't hear a confession

from one of you motherfuckers
quick, fast and in a hurry,

I'm gonna pour
this whole pot of coffee

down that bitch's
goddamn throat.

Okay. Time's up.

Stop!

All right, I did it.
I poisoned the coffee.

I fuckin' knew it!

Oh!

You gonna die now,
you murderin' bastard!

Warren, can I kill him?

I ain't got no gun!

How you doin', old boy?

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

Worry about these owl hoots

and that bushwhackin'
nut shooter in the basement.

All right!

Fella in the basement!

You either give up
by the time I count to three...

or I shoot Domergue in the head.

One!

Two!

No, no, no, no,
don't shoot her in the head!

I'm coming up.

You just open the door.

We tell you when to come up.

Now throw out your pistol.

Toward the bed.

Bet he got another.

Now throw out your other pistol.

I ain't got another pistol!

Well, you better shit
another pistol out your ass,

'cause if you don't
throw one up here

in the next two seconds,
we gonna kill this bitch.

See?

Told you.

Now, with your hands
where we can see 'em,

slowly come on up.

How you doing, dummy?

Better,
now I see your ugly face.

How you like that?!

What are you doing?!
He was giving up!

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

Joe Gage,
get your ass over here.

Keep your hands
flat on that table.

Mannix!

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

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?

Because we're all gang members.

The Jody Domingre Gang.

Well, who the hell
is Jody Domingre?

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

And every member of his gang
was worth at least ten.

Now, with my brother dead,
I'm in charge of this gang.

- Right, boys?
- That's right, Daisy. - Oh, yeah.

And, Chris, I am telling you,

you ain't done anything yet
that we can't forgive.

So, let's make a deal.

No deals, bitch.

You gonna let that nigger
speak for you, Chris?!

Hold it, Warren.

Seeing as how she ain't got
nothing to sell,

I'm kinda curious
about her sales pitch.

Humor me.

All right... bitch.

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

Take your gun,
shoot that nigger dead.

Then we sit here all nice-like
for the next two days.

When the snow melts, we go to
Mexico, you go on to Red Rock,

get that star
pinned on your chest.

Well, remind me...

why we wouldn't just
kill all y'all, cash in.

You'll never spend a cent
of that bounty money,

and you'll never
leave this mountain alive.

'Cause when that snow melts,
the rest of Jody's gang,

all 15 of 'em that are waiting
in Red Rock, are coming here.

And when those 15 killers
come across you

in possession of
all our dead bodies,

they ain't just gonna
kill you and that nigger!

They gonna go back to Red Rock

and kill every son of a bitch
in that town!

You really the sheriff
of Red Rock?

You want to save the town?

Then shoot that nigger dead!

Jesus Christ!

Oh, ho, ho!

You believe in Jesus now,
huh, bitch?

Well, good,
'cause you about to meet him.

Anybody else
want to make a deal? Huh?!

The deal still stands, Chris.

You shoot him dead...

You cunt!

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Mannix!

I don't feel so good.

Oh, shit.

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Ha!

You still alive, white boy?

Fuck!

Mannix!

Oh! Fuck!

Hey, boy!

Chris Mannix!
Wake the fuck up!

Wake up, white boy!

I ain't dead yet,
you black bastard.

Chris Mannix,
I may have misjudged you.

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

Why the hell not?

John Ruth.

Last thing that bastard did
'fore he died

was save your life.

We gonna die, white boy.

We ain't got no say in that.

But there is one thing left
we do have a say in.

And that's
how we kill this bitch.

John Ruth was The Hangman.

And when The Hangman
catches you,

you don't die by no bullet.

When The Hangman catches you,
you hang.

"You only need to hang
mean bastards..."

Mm-hmm.

"But mean bastards,
you need to hang."

As my first and final act

as the sheriff of Red Rock,

I sentence you, Domergue,

to hang by the neck until death!

Hang on, Daisy.

I want to watch.

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Now, that was a nice dance.

Oh.

That sure was pretty.

Shit!

Hey.

Can I see that Lincoln letter?

"Dear Marquis,

"I hope this letter finds you

"in good health and stead.

"I'm doing fine..."

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