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(wings fluttering)

(wind whistling)

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(reins snapping)

(reins snapping)

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MAN (in distance):

Hyah! Huh!

Get in there now!

Get in! Get in!

Get in there, Dude!

-Get in now!

-(galloping hoofbeats)

Hyah! Come on! Huh!

All right! Huh!

-Huh!

-(horses sputtering)

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa.

(horses snorting, sputtering)

Got room for one more?

Who the hell are you?!

And what happened to them?

(horse whinnies)

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.

(distant thunder rumbles)

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.

-(gun cocks)

-MAN: 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.

(horses snort quietly)

(birds cawing)

MAN:

Put 'em down.

Come on ahead.

I said way above your hat,

goddamn it!

Now come forward.

That's far enough.

(chains jingling)

(chuckling):

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?

(chuckles):

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.

(John chuckles)

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.

(laughs):

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.

-WARREN: How much?

-$10,000.

Damn.

What'd she do,

kill Lily Langtry?

(chuckles):

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.

(chuckles) Well...

let me see their paperwork.

Like I said, molasses-like.

(John sighs)

Back off.

(chains jingling)

(John sighs)

(sniffs)

(sniffing)

(John mumbling)

-(Warren laughs softly)

-(horses whinnying)

DRIVER: 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!

(huffs loudly)

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

But you leave them two pistols

over yonder with the driver.

DOMERGUE: Hey, uh, you ain't

really gonna let that nigger

ride in here, is ya?

I mean, maybe up there

with O.B., but...

-(thud)

-(Domergue cries out)

JOHN: How ya like the sound

of them bells, bitch?

They real pretty, ain't they?

(chuckling)

You open up

your trashy mouth again,

I'll knock out them

front teeth for ya.

-You got it?

-(wind whistling)

(quietly): Yeah.

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

(labored breathing)

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.

-(John groans)

-Mr. Ru...

-(urinating)

Excuse me,

you think you could, uh,

hold on to these horses

while we load these fellas

on the roof?

Yeah, course.

(grunts)

Come on, tramp.

Okay.

(shushes, clicks tongue)

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Huh!

Giddyup!

O.B.: Yah! Cimarron!

Leche! Get in!

So, what happened

to your horse?

O.B.:

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.

-O.B.: 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.

-O.B.: 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?

(chuckles):

Oh, you know I did.

O.B.:

Leche! Ha!

WARREN:

Who's this Daisy Domergue?

A no damn good murdering bitch,

that's who.

O.B.:

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.

O.B.:

Get in! Ha!

So you taking her

into Red Rock to hang.

You bet.

You gonna wait round

to watch it?

(chuckles):

Oh, you know I am.

-O.B.: Come on!

-I want to hear her neck snap

with my own two ears.

O.B.:

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.

-O.B.: Ha! Get up! Yah!

-We talked about this

in Chattanooga. Bringing

desperate men in alive's

a good way

to get yourself dead.

-O.B.: 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.

-O.B.: Get up, boys! Ha!

-But that, little lady,

is why they call him

"The Hangman."

When the handbill says

"dead or alive,"

the rest of us

shoot ya in the back

from up on top

of a perch somewhere,

-bring ya in dead over

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

But when John Ruth The Hangman

catches ya,

you don't die from no bullet

in the back.

Mm-mm.

When The Hangman catches you,

you hang.

O.B.:

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.

(John laughs)

(Domergue groaning)

-Now, Daisy,

-(screams)

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.

-(John and Warren laugh)

-O.B.: Get in there!

Come on now, boys, get in!

(clicks tongue)

♪ ♪

♪ 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. ♪

-O.B.: Hyah!

-(reins cracking)

Get in!

(sniffs)

O.B.:

Get in there!

Mm.

O.B.:

Giddyup!

(sniffs, sighs)

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?

O.B.:

Get in, now!

The Lincoln letter.

Mm. Course.

O.B.:

Get up, boys!

-Got it on ya?

-Mm-hmm.

O.B.:

Come on!

Where?

Right here.

O.B.:

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.

O.B.:

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.

O.B.:

Get in! Ha!

Get in there!

Get up now!

Get in!

Giddyup!

Huh!

Get in, now!

Get in!

(wind whistling)

(clicks tongue)

"Ole Mary Todd's calling, so I

guess it must be time for bed."

Ole Mary Todd.

O.B.:

Ha!

Get in!

-Well, that...

-Get up, boys!

that gets me.

(chuckles)

Yeah, it gets me, too.

O.B.:

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...

-(grunting)

-Hyah! -WARREN: O.B.!

Stop!

O.B.:

Whoa!

Easy.

Whoa.

(both groaning)

(groans) All the stupid...

Like to rip my goddamn arm off!

(John coughing)

(groaning)

(grunting)

(Warren spits)

(John groans)

(Domergue groans)

(John panting)

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!

-(spits)

That nigger

like to bust my jaw.

(chuckles)

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!

(panting)

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!

(screams)

O.B.:

Hey, Mr. Ruth!

What?

There's another fella on foot

up here on the road.

MAN (in distance):

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.

(wind whistling)

(panting)

MAN:

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.

MAN:

Hey!

Hey!

(wind whistling)

JOHN: 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.

(scoffs):

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.

(chains clink)

CHRIS:

Who's that?

JOHN:

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?

(sighs)

No, I suppose not.

Put them on and come inside.

No.

Then you'll freeze.

Then you'll hang.

(chuckles) 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?

O.B.:

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.

(thunder rumbling)

JOHN:

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?

(laughs)

O.B.:

Hut!

Come on!

Hyah!

(Chris whooping)

CHRIS:

Well, I'll tell you what, Bob.

JOHN:

The name's John.

-When we get to Red Rock,

-O.B.: Hyah!

I'll buy you

and Major Marquis there

-dinner and booze.

-O.B.: 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...

-O.B.: Get up, boys!

you sound like you got

a axe to grind

against the Cause.

-"The Cause" of a

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

Bunch of losers gone loco.

-You bet I do.

-O.B.: 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.

(John groans)

Sound to me you been reading

a lot of newspapers printed

in Washington, D.C.

-O.B.: Get in! Huh!

-CHRIS: 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?

-O.B.: Get in there!

-Shut up.

(Warren laughs)

-(chains jingling)

-JOHN: Goddamn it, Daisy.

It's coming.

O.B.:

Get in there, Cimarron!

Here.

Last piece.

O.B.:

Get in!

Get in, now!

Hyah!

(whispering):

Does he know...

(Chris sighs)

Does he know

how famous you once was?

I don't think so.

O.B.:

Giddyup!

Black Eye.

-Do you know who he is?

-O.B.: Get in!

Do I know

about the $30,000 reward

the Confederacy put on the head

of Major Marquis?

-O.B.: Come on now, boys!

-(Domergue chuckles)

-O.B.: Get in!

-Yeah.

Ah, them hillbillies

went nigger head-hunting.

-O.B.: 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.

O.B.:

Get in, boys! Ha! Get on!

Them peckerwoods

left their homes and families,

and come up this snowy mountain

looking for me and fortune.

O.B.:

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.

O.B.:

Get up, boys! Ha!

But I bet even

when it was 5,000,

you had your share

of country boys coming to call.

(chuckles)

Mm, you know I did.

Why'd they have

a reward on you?

Confederates took exception

to my capacity for killing 'em.

-(Chris laughs)

-O.B.: Get up, now!

And after I broke

out of Wellenbeck,

well, the South took

my continued existence

-as a personal affront.

-O.B.: Get up!

-And the Cause put a reward

on my head. -JOHN: Hmm.

O.B.:

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.

-O.B.: Hyah!

-Did you bust out?

Oh,

Major Marquis did more

than bust out.

Major Marquis

had a bright idea.

O.B.:

Get in, now!

So bright, you got to wonder

why nobody never thought

about it before.

Tell John Ruth

your bright idea.

(chuckles)

Well, the whole damn place

was just made out of kindling.

O.B.:

Get in!

So I burnt it down.

(laughter)

O.B.:

Get in! Hyah!

There was a rookie regiment

spending overnight in the camp.

47 men burnt to a crisp.

-Southern youth, farmers' sons,

-O.B.: 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.

-O.B.: Ha! Get up!

And that means killing 'em

any way I can.

-O.B.: 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,

-O.B.: 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.

-O.B.: 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?

-O.B.: Giddyup!

-(reins cracking)

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

-O.B.: 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.

O.B.:

Ha! Get up!

And that's why they drummed

your black ass

out of the cavalry with

a yellow stripe down your back.

-O.B.: Get in!

-Isn't it, Major?

Horseshit!

If he'd have did all that,

the cavalry

-would've shot him.

-O.B.: Get in!

Well, I didn't say

they could prove it.

-O.B.: Get up!

-But they sure did

think it out loud,

didn't they, Major?

O.B.:

Hyah! Get up, boys!

But Warren's war record

was stellar,

and that's what saved his ass.

O.B.:

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.

-O.B.: Giddyup!

-Mannix's Marauders,

-that's what.

-O.B.: 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.

O.B.:

Hyah!

Don't you say anything

about my daddy.

-What he fought for was dignity

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

and against

the unconditional surrender.

We weren't foreign barbarians

pounding on the city walls.

-O.B.: Ha!

-We were your brothers.

O.B.:

Get up, now!

We deserved dignity in defeat.

WARREN: Just how many

nigger towns did y'all sack

in your fight

for dignity in defeat?

Oh, my fair share, Black Major.

-'Cause when niggers

are scared, -O.B.: Huh!

that's when white folks

are safe.

(gun clicks)

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.

-(Chris clears throat)

O.B.: Get in, now!

-(Chris sighs)

-O.B.: 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.

(clears throat softly)

(clicks)

O.B.:

Get up, now!

O.B.:

Ha!

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(wind whistling)

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.

(wind whistling)

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.

(wind howling)

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.

(grunts) 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!

BOB: All right, you two,

unhook the leaders.

Come on, let's go.

JOHN:

Open up!

-MAN: You have to kick it open!

-MAN 2: Ya got to kick it open!

DOMERGUE:

What?

Kick it open!

-(wind whistling)

-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.

-JOHN: Give me a hammer.

-DOMERGUE: Yeah.

(grunting)

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!

JOHN:

Give me another piece of wood.

DOMERGUE:

Yeah. All right.

-I need a nail.

-Here.

(grunting)

Jesus.

(panting)

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.

(John grunts)

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!

-(man chuckles)

-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.

(sniffs)

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?

(scoffs):

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.

(softly):

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.

(John chuckles)

-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.

(chuckles) Jolly good.

You got anything in here

besides coffee

that can help warm us up?

Well, the bar is open.

Follow moi.

(chuckles)

♪ ♪