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(Domergue shouts)

So...

any more guns

I don't know about?

Now, later on, I'm gonna

remember asking this question

and I'm gonna remember

your answer, so one more time.

Any more guns

I don't know about?

I just want to make

an announcement.

What announcement?

Stew is on.

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(O.B. grunts)

Fortify, son.

(wind rushing)

(O.B. grunting)

Why you want to sit here

by yourself?

Everybody's sitting

right over here.

-Just come have a little...

-Well, if you're hungry,

-go sit at the table.

-Well...

-And then you will be eating

with a nigger. -(sighs)

CHRIS: You ain't got

to sit next to that nigger.

SMITHERS:

Judas was at the table.

CHRIS: General, you ain't

got to sit with that nigger.

You can sit next to me.

SMITHERS: I will never

change my mind on this matter.

CHRIS: Now, just come sit

at the table,

have a bowl of stew with us.

After you, Major.

-CHRIS: Just a small bowl?

-SMITHERS: No.

-CHRIS: One little, small bowl?

-SMITHERS: N-O!

General, you need

to get some food in you.

Please. I'll bring you

a little, small bowl.

I'll get you a cup of coffee.

SMITHERS:

I said no to you.

CHRIS: Wouldn't it be nice

to sit with a group of people?

SMITHERS: Sit with a nigger

at the table and eat?

CHRIS: General Smithers, I'm

afraid I'm gonna have to insist.

-Please.

-SMITHERS: Hey.

What privilege

do you never have?

Touching an officer

above you in rank.

General, son.

-CHRIS: Well, can I bring you...

-SMITHERS: Go eat your dinner

-with your nigger friend.

-Amen.

CHRIS: General, you ain't got

to sit next to that nigger.

SMITHERS: You must be

toying with me, son.

CHRIS:

I'll bring you a blanket.

SMITHERS:

I got a blanket.

CHRIS: You need to get some

food in your stomach, General.

WARREN:

You know, Bob...

SMITHERS:

Do you think I, for a minute,

that I want to go over

and sit and eat?

...if old Minnie was here,

she'd have made some cornbread.

CHRIS: Please, just bring you

a little bowl of stew

-over here to your chair.

-SMITHERS: No.

Have you forgotten

how to take an order, Captain?

You are dismissed.

Yes, sir.

I still don't feel good

about not getting you

something to eat.

Let me know

if you change your mind.

(John clears throat)

Okay.

I'm gonna cut you loose

while we eat.

You get any ideas,

I ain't going soft on you.

Lift your ass

even one inch off that seat,

and I'll put a bullet

right in your goddamn throat.

(smacks lips)

Come here.

(John exhales)

(Chris sighs)

Oh.

(chuckles)

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.

(wind whistling)

Well, how 'bout you, Oswaldo?

How 'bout me what?

Look...

considering all the things

I done for money,

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

don't you feel

just the least little bad

about hangin' a woman?

Well, until they invent

a trigger a woman can't pull,

if you're a hangman,

you're going to hang women.

Well, hell, Ozzie,

I guess I ain't never looked

at it like that before.

When it comes to some of them

mean bastards out there,

it's the only thing

does the job.

You really only need

to hang mean bastards.

But mean bastards,

you need to hang.

(banging on door)

(wind howling)

(groans)

O.B.:

You goddamn son of a bitch!

I almost died out there!

(panting, groaning)

I ain't ever...

going out in that shit

ever, ever again!

-(hammering)

-(O.B. panting, shivering)

(grunting)

(groans)

-(panting)

-(hammering continues)

(loud, gasping breaths)

(O.B. shivering)

You okay, O.B.?

I'm fine.

I'll be fine.

I just need to get warm.

(panting)

You want some stew, O.B.?

Stew?

Later.

(O.B. continues panting)

O.B.:

Oh, yeah.

That's nice.

(sighs)

(wind whistling)

So...

how you doing, Black Major?

I ain't in the mood,

Chris Mannix.

Leave me be

from your horseshit.

John Ruth says

you got a Lincoln letter.

I told you, jackass,

go hee-haw someplace else.

That's right, John.

You did say that, didn't you?

Yeah. I did.

So...

you got a letter

from Abraham Lincoln?

Yes.

The... Abraham Lincoln?

Yes.

Abraham Lincoln?

The president

of the United States?

Yes.

Of America?

Yes.

Wrote you a letter, personally?

Yes.

Personally,

as in "Dear Major Warren"?

No, personally,

as in "Dear Marquis."

"Dear Marquis"?

Abraham Lincoln,

the president of

the United States of America?

Yes.

May I see it?

No, you may not.

But the way John tells it,

you weren't just

some random nigger soldier

picked from a pile of letters.

Way John tells it...

y'all had a correspondence.

Yes.

The way John tells it...

y'all was practically pen pals.

Yes.

And a pen pal's...

practically a friend.

(laughing loudly)

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?

(Chris laughing loudly)

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!

(laughing)

(slurps)

Was all that horseshit?

(laughs quietly)

Course it was.

(laughing loudly)

(Domergue cackling)

(breathless laughing)

DOMERGUE:

Good one, Warren!

Talk that sass, nigger!

Talk that sass!

(Domergue spits)

(wheezing, laughing)

(Domergue snorts)

Well, I guess it's true

what they say about you people.

Can't trust a fuckin' word

comes out of your mouth.

(chuckles softly)

What's the matter, John Ruth?

I hurt your feelings?

As a matter of fact, you did.

-(sighs)

-(wind whistling)

I-I know...

I'm the only black son of a

bitch you ever conversed with,

so I'm gonna

cut you some slack.

But you got no idea

what it's like

being a black man

facin' down America.

Only time black folks is safe

is when white folks

is disarmed.

And this letter

had the desired effect

of disarmin' white folks.

Call it what you want.

(chuckles softly)

I call it

a dirty fuckin' trick.

(sighs)

You want to know why I lie

about somethin' like that,

white man?

Got me on that stagecoach,

didn't it?

Well, I'll tell you

like the good Lord told John.

A letter from Abraham Lincoln

wouldn't have had

that kind of effect on me.

I might let a whore piss on it.

-DOMERGUE: I'll spit on it.

-CHRIS: Good for you, sister!

(wind whistling)

(Smithers mutters)

Warren.

Goddamn it,

you leave that old man alone.

WARREN:

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.

(exhales)

(wind whistling)

(playing "Silent Night")

(continues playing

"Silent Night")

(plays two discordant notes)

(quietly):

Damn it.

(restarts "Silent Night"

from beginning)

So, how's life since the war?

(slow playing

of "Silent Night" continues)

Got both my legs.

(chuckles)

Both my arms.

I can't complain.

Got a woman?

Fever took her

start of this last winter.

WARREN:

Mm.

What was her name?

(sighs)

Betsy.

Georgia gal?

Augusta.

("Silent Night" continues)

Atlanta boy, Augusta girl.

(chuckles)

I used to raise

Kentucky horses.

And her pa was the owner

of the breedership

where I bought

most of my ponies.

(plays wrong chord)

(grumbles)

Goddamn it.

I made a good deal on her.

-("Silent Night" resumes)

-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.

(chuckles)

Yeah, I knew him.

You did not know my boy.

(sets bowl down)

Suit yourself.

("Silent Night" continues)

-Did you know my son?

-(Bob hits wrong notes, stops)

I know the day he died.

-Do you?

-No.

Do you want to know

what day that was?

Yes.

The day he met me.

(wind whistling)

("Silent Night" resumes)

(Bob plays trill,

resumes melody)

WARREN:

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?

(blows)

(chuckles)

That's good money.

So them Johnnies

climbed this mountain,

-lookin' for fortune.

-(pours drink)

There wasn't no fortune

to be found.

All they found...

was me.

("Silent Night" continues)

All them crackers come up here

sang a different tune

when they found theyself

at the mercy of a nigger's gun.

(plays trill)

"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!

WARREN: "If you just let me

go home to my family, I swear

I'll never set foot

in Wyoming again."

(chuckles)

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.

(plays last chord)

And when I knew me

I had the son

of the Bloody Nigger Killer

of Baton Rouge...

(chuckles) I knew me

I was gonna have some fun.

CHRIS: You shut your

lyin' nigger lips up!

General Smithers,

don't you listen to him.

He didn't know your boy.

He just heard tell

why you're here, is all.

It was cold

the day I killed your boy.

And I don't mean

snowy-mountain-Wyoming cold,

mm-mm.

It was colder than that.

And on that cold day,

with your boy

at the business end

of my gun barrel,

I made him strip...

right down to his bare ass.

Then I told him

to start walkin'.

(wind whistling)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I walked his naked ass

for two hours

'fore the cold collapsed him.

You never even knew my boy?

CHRIS:

No, he didn't!

He's just a sneaky nigger

trying to get you

to go for that gun.

WARREN: Then...

he commenced to beggin' again.

But this time,

he wasn't beggin' to go home.

(chuckles) Ah, he knew

he'd never see his home again.

He wasn't beggin'

for his life neither,

'cause he knew

that was long gone.

All he wanted...

was a blanket.

Now, don't judge your boy too

harshly, General. (chuckles)

You ain't never been cold

as your boy was that day.

(Warren chuckling)

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. (chuckles)

Oh, you bet your sweet ass

it was warm.

And Chester Charles Smithers

sucked on that

warm black dingus

for long as he could!

(Warren cackling)

(cackling)

(whoops)

You're startin'

to see pictures, ain't ya?

Your boy...

black dude's dingus

in his mouth...

him sh-shakin', him cryin',

me laughin'...

(laughing)

(Smithers exhales)

...and him not understandin'.

But you understand,

don't you, Sandy?

I never did give your boy

that blanket...

even after all he did.

And he did everything I asked.

No blanket.

That blanket was just a

heart-breakin' liar's promise.

Kinda like those uniforms

the Union issued

those colored troops

that you chose

not to acknowledge.

(wind whistling)

(sighs)

So what you gonna do,

old man? Hmm?

You gonna spend

the next two, three days

ignorin' the nigger

that killed your boy?

Ignorin' how I made him suffer?

Ignoring how I made him...

(slurps)

lick... all over my johnson?

(Warren chuckles)

Oh, the dumbest thing

your boy ever did

was to let me know...

he was your boy.

(groans)

(gun whooshes)

(wind whistling)

NARRATOR:

About 15 minutes has past

since we last left

our characters.

Joe Gage volunteered to take

Smithers' dead body outside.

Straws were drawn

to see who'd help him.

O.B. lost.

Chris, John Ruth and Oswaldo

had a vigorous debate

about the legality

of the self-defense murder

that just transpired.

Major Marquis Warren,

who was supremely confident

about the legality

of what just transpired,

ignored them,

sat at the table by himself

and drank brandy.

(wind whistling)

Captain Chris Mannix donned

the dead general's coat

and joined Oswaldo in lighting

the candles and lanterns.

Hey, Ozzie!

Now, you got the right idea.

Let's light this place up.

NARRATOR:

John Ruth held the door closed,

waiting for Joe Gage

and O.B. to return.

(wind whistling, howling)

Bob enjoyed a Manzana Roja.

Domergue, however,

hasn't moved from her spot

at the community dinner table

since John Ruth uncuffed her.

John Ruth.

JOHN:

Yeah.

Can I play that guitar

over there?

NARRATOR:

Let's go back a bit.

Your boy, black dude's dingus

in his mouth...

NARRATOR:

15 minutes ago, Major Warren

shot General Smithers

in front of everybody.

But about 40 seconds

before that,

something equally

as important happened,

but not everybody saw it.

While Major Warren

was captivating the crowd

with tales of black dicks

in white mouths,

somebody...

poisoned the coffee.

WARREN:

He did everything I asked.

No blanket.

NARRATOR: And the only one

to see him do it...

(gunshot, Smithers groans)

(clattering)

...was Domergue.

That's why this is called

"Domergue's Got a Secret."

John Ruth.

JOHN:

Yeah.

Can I play that guitar

over there?

(wind whistling)

Yeah.

You come back with

anything else but a guitar,

my pistol plays a tune.

"Domergue's Death March."

You got it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it.

(blows)

(strums soft chord)

(sighs)

(tuning)

(soft folk song begins)

♪ Listen for a moment, lads ♪

♪ And hear me tell my tale ♪

♪ O'er the sea

from England shore ♪

♪ I was condemned to sail ♪

♪ Jury found me guilty, sir ♪

♪ And said the judge, said he ♪

♪ For life, Jim Jones,

I sentence you ♪

♪ Across the stormy sea ♪

(pounding at door,

wind howling)

♪ Have no chance

of mischief there ♪

♪ Remember what I say ♪

♪ They'll flog the poaching

out of you ♪

-♪ Out there in Botany Bay ♪

-(hammering)

♪ 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. ♪

(song ends)

That's the one you like to sing

in the stagecoach, huh?

Yeah.

It's kinda pretty.

Got another verse to it?

Yeah, lots.

(slurps)

Well, go ahead, sing it.

Whatever you say, John.

(resumes playing)

♪ 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. ♪

(song ends)

Give me that guitar.

Music time's over!

DOMERGUE:

Wha... Hey!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

Turn around!

John, no!

-No, no, no, no, no!

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Shut up!

♪ ♪

(match strikes)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(blows)

(retching loudly)

(coughing)

(grunting)

(retching loudly)

(O.B. groaning)

When you get to hell, John,

tell 'em Daisy sent ya.

(yells)

(Domergue grunts)

Mannix, the coffee!

(John groaning)

♪ ♪

(both grunting)

(laughs)

(groans)

(cackling)

(groaning)

(gun cocks)

(groans)

(sighs)

-(gunshot)

-CHRIS: Oh, my God!

Oh! Aah!

(gun cocks)

WARREN:

Give me that fucking gun.

(panting)

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.

(wind whistling)

You, too, Señor Bob.

Everybody turn around

and put your hands

on that wall.

Move them damn snowshoes!

(snorts)

(panting)

Everybody keep

your mouths shut.

Do like I say.

You open your mouth,

you gonna get a bullet.

Move a little sudden,

a little strange,

you gonna get a bullet.

Not a warnin', not a question.

A bullet.

You got that?

Let me hear you say,

"I got it!"

-I got it.

-I got it.

I got it.

We have it.

Chris Mannix,

come over here on this side.

Come on.

Take this gun out my holster.

(quietly):

Point it at them.

Now, like I said,

anybody does anything,

and I mean anything,

you kill 'em.

(gun cocks)

So...

you finally decided

I'm tellin' the truth

about bein' the sheriff

of Red Rock, huh?

I don't know about all that.

But I know you ain't the killer

poisoned that coffee,

'cause you almost drunk it

your own damn self.

One of them is.

Aah!

Ow!

Give me the key.

Give me the key!

-(key clinks)

-(stove door closes)

(yells) You motherfucking

black bastard!

You're gonna die

on this mountain,

and I'm gonna fucking laugh

when you do!

(gasps)

WARREN:

What'd I say 'bout talkin'?!

(whispers):

Bastard.

Meant it, didn't I?!

And you need to understand

you just killed

the only man here

committed to gettin' you

to Red Rock alive.

Now, one of y'all...

is workin' with her.

Or two of y'all

is workin' with her.

Or all y'all is.

But only one of you

poisoned the coffee.

Now, what charms this bitch got

make a man brave a blizzard,

kill in cold blood?

(chuckles)

I'm sure I don't know.

But John Ruth's tryin'

to hang your woman.

So you kill him.

Okay.

Maybe.

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

He damn sure wasn't.

But he sure enough

layin' over there dead

now, though, ain't he?

He damn sure is,

you sons of bitches.

Just like any one of us

would've drunk that coffee.

Like me, goddamn it.

Now, those of y'all

with your hands on the wall

don't practice in poison

need to think about that.

Think about how

it could've been you

rollin' around here

on this floor.

And how the man

standin' next to you

would be responsible.

And I know

who I got my money on.

Oh, that's right, Joe Gage.

I'm lookin' at you.

Not so fast, Chris.

We'll get there.

Let's slow it down.

Let's slow it way down.

(gun clicks)

Who made the coffee?

He did.

Yeah, he did, didn't he?

Yeah, he did,

didn't he?

Now, why is The Hangman,

who got nothing on his mind

'cept getting this gal

to the gallows,

brewing the coffee

in Minnie's Haberdashery?

Because his coffee

was dreadful.

Is that right?

(chuckles)

Well, ain't that interesting.

Well, you didn't have any of

my coffee, bounty hunter,

so don't be so sure about

what this little man says.

I had some of his coffee.

Wasn't the best coffee

I ever drank, but...

wasn't nothing wrong with it.

Well, if you want me

to make a pot of coffee,

all you have to do is ask.

(laughs)

Maybe. Maybe.

But it's the stew

that's got me thinkin'.

Now, how long you said

Minnie been gone?

A week?

Sí.

See...

my mama used to make stew,

and it always tasted the same,

no matter the meat.

And there was another fellow

on the plantation,

Uncle Charly.

He made stew, too.

And like my mama,

I ate his stew

from the time I was a whipper

till I was a full-grown man.

No matter the meat,

it always tasted like

Uncle Charly's stew.

Now, I ain't had Minnie's stew

in six months,

so I ain't no expert,

but that...

damn sure is Minnie's stew.

So if Minnie

is on the north side

visitin' her mama for a week,

how she make the stew

this mornin'?

CHRIS:

Hmm. (chuckles)

(Bob sighs)

And this...

this is Sweet Dave's chair.

When I sat in it earlier,

(chuckles):

I couldn't believe it.

Nobody sits

in Sweet Dave's chair.

Uh, this may be Minnie's place,

but this is damn sure

Sweet Dave's chair.

And if he went

to the north side...

...I'm pretty goddamn sure

this chair be goin' with him.

What's in the chair?

Just what I thought.

Sweet Dave's goddamn blood.

Hoo!

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

So, are you actually

accusing me of murder?

(Warren chuckles)

Way I see it, Señor Bob,

is whoever is workin' with her

ain't who they say they is.

And if it's you,

that means Minnie and her man

ain't at her mama's.

They layin' out back there

dead somewhere.

Or if it's you,

little British man,

the real Oswaldo Mobray

layin' in a ditch somewhere

and you just a English fella

passin' off his papers.

CHRIS:

Or we go by my theory,

which is the ugliest guy

did it.

Which makes it you, Joe Gage.

So I take it you deduced

the coffee was poisoned

while you were murdering

the old man?

Yes.

Well, mi negro amigo,

during that whole incident,

I was sitting on that side

of the room

playing "Silent Night"

on the piano.

Oh, I ain't say

you poisoned the coffee.

I said you didn't make

the stew.

My theory is...

you workin' with the man

who poisoned the coffee,

and both of y'all

murdered Minnie,

Sweet Dave and whoever else

picked this bad-luck day

to visit Minnie's Haberdashery

this mornin'.

And at some point,

y'all intended

to bushwhack John Ruth

and free Daisy.

But you didn't count

on the blizzard,

and you didn't count on

the two of us.

CHRIS:

Hmm.

That's far as I got.

How am I doing?

(laughs)

You're a real

imaginative nigger,

-ain't you?

-(laughs)

So, do you intend to murder me

based on a far-fetched

nigger theory,

or can you prove it, cabrón?

(laughs)

It ain't so far-fetched,

Señor Bob.

And it's a little bit more

than a theory.

How long you say

you been workin' for Minnie?

Four months.

Mm. See, if you'd have been

here two and a half years ago,

you'd know 'bout that sign

used to hang up over the bar.

Minnie mention that to you?

No.

You want to know what

that sign said, Señor Bob?

"No dogs or Mexicans allowed."

(Chris laughs)

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.

(sighs)

Now, Minnie liked

just about everybody,

but she sure don't

like Mexicans.

So when you tell me

Minnie went to the north side

to visit her mama,

well, I find that

highly unlikely.

But okay, maybe.

But when you tell me

Minnie Mink

took the haberdashery,

the most precious thing to her

in the whole world,

and left it in the hands

of a goddamn Mexican?

Well, that's what I meant

in the barn

when I said that sure

don't sound like Minnie.

Now I am calling you a liar,

Señor Bob.

And if you lyin',

which you are...

...then you killed Minnie.

-And Sweet Dave.

-(Bob groaning)

(guns cock)

Four measly bullets,

and there goes Señor Bob.

But that still

don't get us no closer

to which one of y'all

poisoned the coffee, though.

Do it, Chris?

CHRIS:

No, it sure don't.

(chuckles softly)

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.

JOE:

Stop!

All right, I did it.

It was me.

I poisoned the coffee.

I fuckin' knew it!

Oh!

You gonna die now,

you murderin' bastard!

Major Warren,

please let me send this ugly

son of a bitch to hell.

You killed O.B.

He was worth ten of you.

Warren, can I kill him?

Say adios to your huevos.

(gun clicks)

-(gunshot)

-(Warren screaming)

(distorted):

Major Warren!

(distorted groaning)

(bullet ricocheting)

(groaning)

(Warren screaming)

(distorted):

I ain't got no gun, Sheriff.

(screaming)

(screaming)

(panting loudly)

(panting echoes, fades)

♪ ♪