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-(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)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(whistles)

Get up!

Get up there!

Get up!

Packer, Roy, get up!

Get up!

-Get up there! Get up!

-(whistles)

Get up!

Get up there! Get up!

Get up!

WOMAN:

Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Go!

Go! Go!

Go!

(whooping)

MAN:

Get, get!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Get up! Get up!

(whistles)

-Hyah! Get up! Get up!

-Get up!

Get up!

(whistles)

Get up!

MAN:

Get up!

WOMAN:

Get up!

Get up! Get up!

(shouting)

-Whoa!

-Easy.

-Whoa.

-Whoa!

ED:

Whoa. Hey, Charly, my boy.

How the hell are you?

Hiya, Ed. Hiya, Judy.

Yeah!

(chuckles)

Ah.

How many you got?

Full house today, friend.

Got one in there waitin'.

Well, 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.

Yeah.

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 ya.

I'll introduce you to Minnie.

Hiya, Minnie!

♪ ♪

JUDY: 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.

-(Judy chuckles)

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.

It's a pleasant surprise

to find such a warm sanctuary

in the middle

of such a cold hell.

Well, make yourself comfortable.

Get warm by the fire.

Uh, 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.

Ah, yes. I do believe

Judy did say something

about the best coffee

in the world.

Well, I don't know

about all that,

but I 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.

-But fix that coffee.

-I'll fix you!

(door opens, closes)

I don't know, some old man.

Well, I don't know what

I'm supposed to do about it.

I'm just telling you

what she said.

Anyway, she sent me out here

to help Charly.

She wants to talk to you.

Charly, you got a hold

of these fellas?

Got 'em, Ed.

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.

-(chuckles)

-You ain't whippin' shit!

Merci beaucoup,

Mademoiselle Minnie.

Oh, that's real nice.

What is that?

That's French.

You speak French?

Oui.

"Oui"? What does that mean?

It means "yes."

Oui, yes.

Hey, hey, Dave,

ask me if my ass is fat.

What?

Ask me if my ass is fat.

It is.

I said ask me.

Why?

Just do it!

Is your ass fat?

Oui.

(chuckles)

Look at that, y'all,

I can speak French.

(Minnie chuckling)

♪ ♪

(Joe clears throat)

(Minnie chuckles)

(Oswaldo clears throat)

Are you the, uh, jelly bean

salesman around here?

(Gemma giggles)

How many peppermint sticks

I get for a nickel?

Five.

All right.

-Here you go.

-Thank you, sugar.

GEMMA (chuckles):

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, allow me

to assist you, madam.

♪ ♪

(door opens)

I'm bringing in your bags

in case anybody wants to change

your clothes before Red Rock.

Oh.

Yeah.

Peppermint stick?

(Judy chuckles)

Thanks.

(chuckles)

So why do they call you

"Six-Horse Judy" anyway?

'Cause I'm the only Judy

you've ever seen

that can drive

a six-horse team.

Oh, yeah.

(both laughing)

Kind of a stupid question.

(both laughing)

Do you mind

holding this for me?

Ah...

rock steady, madam.

Rock steady.

(sniffs) You got a very sweet

little accent.

Where's that from, England?

I take exception to that.

(chuckles)

-JUDY: New Zealand.

-Careful, madam.

-Precarious. -JOE: Is that

anywhere near, uh, Old Zealand?

(Judy laughs)

♪ ♪

(chuckles)

MINNIE:

Mmm.

JOE:

Auckland?

What the fuck's an Auckland?

JUDY:

It's where I'm from.

It's our biggest city.

-(gasps) Coffee!

-Mm-hmm.

Coffee's ready.

Well, it's about damn time!

(chuckles)

Best coffee on the mountain.

MINNIE: 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.

-(Minnie chuckles)

-Thank you.

MINNIE:

Well?

What do you think?

(wind whistling)

(grunting)

-(Bob grunts)

-(Sweet Dave groaning)

Shit, fuck!

(gasping)

Shit!

(panting)

(groans, grunts)

(panting, gasping)

BOB:

Yep.

JODY:

Mm, si.

BOB:

He adds something.

Not much, but something.

(Jody sighs)

What you think, Pete?

(gunshot, Gemma yelps)

Well, I must admit,

he does make the setup

more convincing.

(Judy whimpering)

JODY:

Hmm.

-Okay. I'll talk to the old man.

-(gasping)

You three collect the bodies

and chuck 'em

in that well out there.

And then start

unhitchin' the horses

and gettin' 'em in the barn

-and gettin' 'em fed.

-PETE: Well, hang on.

I mean, puttin' the horses away,

that's easy enough,

but draggin' these fat bastards

up and down the mountain,

that's fuckin'

impossible, mate.

-JODY: Okay.

-(Joe spits)

JODY: Well, this is a store,

so there's got to be

a wheelbarrow

around here somewhere.

Start with the horses,

and as soon as I get through

with this old hickory tree,

I'll come out

and help you, okay?

BOB: Hey, Pete,

grab my coat, will ya?

♪ ♪

♪ Now ♪

♪ You're all ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Feelin' ♪

♪ That nobody wants you ♪

♪ And you're looking ♪

♪ For someone ♪

♪ To hold your hand ♪

-♪ Someone ♪

-(chuckling)

♪ Who understands ♪

♪ Now ♪

♪ You're by yourself ♪

(clears throat)

♪ And you're feelin' ♪

♪ The world closing ♪

♪ On you ♪

♪ And you're askin'... ♪

Look.

I just started workin' here.

Whatever Minnie did

to make y'all mad...

I had nothin' to do with it.

♪ Someone... ♪

-(gunshot)

-(song abruptly ends)

-(wind whistling)

-(gunshot echoing)

JODY:

Hmm.

Well, old man.

If you... was a cat,

what just happened here

would count as

one of your nine lives.

Do you realize

how close you came

to being tossed

on a pile of niggers?

-(chuckles) Yes.

-Yeah.

And when it comes

to that pile of niggers

that we buildin' out back,

won't take nothin'

to make you general of it.

You believe that?

I expect no less.

Not so fast, old man.

You might have

a way out of this yet.

Later today...

dirty...

son of a gun

is gonna come in here...

...and he's gonna have

my sister with him.

And he is gonna

have her in chains.

He's taking her to Red Rock

to be hung.

Do you know why?

No.

$10,000.

That's why.

Now, when he gets here,

I'm gonna kill that fella

and turn my sister loose.

Now, do you have any reason

why you would want to interfere

with me saving my sister

from a hangman's rope?

No.

You don't?

No, I don't.

You sure you don't?

I mean, we did just kill

Minnie and Sweet Dave.

Now, you and Sweet Dave looked

mighty chummy over here.

I just met these people!

I don't give a damn about them!

Or you. Or your sister.

Or any other son of a bitch

in Wyoming, for that matter.

That is a good answer, old man.

Now, when they get here,

you just sit your ass

in this chair,

and you don't do nothin'.

You don't say nothin'.

"Hello."

"Thank you." "Good night."

That's about it.

(stammers)

Maybe your name.

But that's it.

"Hello."

"Thank you."

"Good night."

-And... maybe my name.

-Maybe your name.

Mm-hmm, be a, be a old man.

Be dotty.

Go to sleep.

And don't you say nothin',

and I mean nothin',

to that bounty hunter

that's got my sister.

Do you understand?

Yes.

When it's safe, I'll kill him,

free my sister

and leave you be.

Deal?

Deal.

Thank you.

NARRATOR:

During the next four hours,

Jody and the boys chucked

the bodies down the well...

(splashing)

...put away the horses...

tidied up around Minnie's...

...stashed weapons

for further use...

...and waited for John Ruth

and Daisy's stage to arrive.

(shouting in Spanish)

All right, boys.

This is it.

Let's get ready.

Now, remember,

it doesn't matter

if we have four men or 40,

we are still gonna be

facing John Ruth

chained to my sister with

a pistol pointed at her belly.

Now, killin' that fella

'fore he kills my sister

ain't gonna be easy,

but you better believe that's

exactly what we gonna do.

So the name of the game here

is patience.

Trapped here

for two or three days,

at some point

he will close his eyes.

And that's when you blow

the top of his head off.

I say the first 45 seconds

he's in the room is a good time.

If you got a shot, Grouch,

take it.

But be right.

Or my sister is dead.

Remember, old man...

if my sister don't make it

off of this mountain alive,

neither do you.

I'll do my best.

(hoofbeats approaching)

O.B. (in distance):

Whoa, whoa, easy!

Whoa! Whoa!

(Bob mutters)

Good luck, mate.

(grunts)

(wind whistling)

BOB:

What the hell is going on?!

We weren't expecting

another stage tonight!

-PETE: Here.

-O.B.: Yeah, I can see you

already got another one

up in here.

PETE:

No.

BOB: Just got through

puttin' the horses away!

O.B.: 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.

PETE:

Now you got to do another one.

O.B.: Are Minnie

and Sweet Dave inside?

-BOB: They ain't here!

-(hammering)

I'm running the place

while they're gone.

JOHN:

Where's Minnie and Sweet Dave?

O.B.:

He says they ain't here.

He's looking after the place

while they're gone.

JOHN:

Who are you?

BOB:

I'm Bob.

JOHN: Well, whoever you are,

help O.B. with the horses.

Get 'em out of this cold

'fore that blizzard hits us.

BOB:

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.

JOHN:

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!

-(pounding on door)

-JOHN: Open up!

-PETE: You have to kick it open!

-GROUCH: Ya got to kick it open!

-DOMERGUE: What?!

-Kick it open!

(wind howling)

GROUCH: Shut that door, there's

a goddamn blizzard out there!

-Close the door!

-You got to nail it shut.

You have to nail it shut.

-Hold it shut! -The hammer

and nails are by the door.

PETE:

Nails by the door!

(groans)

Here.

-Give me a hammer.

-Yeah.

(John grunting, hammering)

-Ah! -You need...

-You need two pieces of wood!

One ain't good enough!

Two pieces of wood!

The fucking thing is busted!

Not just one piece of wood!

-Give me another piece of wood.

-Yeah, all right.

(wood clattering)

-JOHN: I need a nail.

-DOMERGUE: Here.

Jesus.

(hammer clatters on floor)

That door's a son of a gun.

Who's the idiot who broke that?

That Mexican fella?

Good heavens.

A woman?

Out in this white hell?

You must be frozen solid,

poor thing.

JOHN:

Ah.

Looks like Minnie's got her

a full house.

When did you fellas arrive?

PETE:

About 40 minutes ago.

That cowboy fella in the corner,

that's your driver?

Oh, no, he's a passenger.

The driver lit out.

Said he was going to

spend the blizzard

shacked up with a friend.

Lucky devil.

Christ, that's awful!

-(chuckling)

-Christ Almighty.

What'd that Mexican fella do?

Soak his old socks in the pot?

Yes, I think we all

felt the same way,

but we're a little too polite

to say something.

DOMERGUE:

He don't have that problem.

JOHN:

Where's the well water?

-Uh...

-(pot clatters)

-Over there.

-(John groans)

-JOHN: So...

-(gun cocks)

all three of you fellas

headed to Red Rock when a...

(quietly):

Come to papa.

-...blizzard stopped ya, huh?

-PETE: Yes.

All three of us were

on that stagecoach out there.

(sniffs)

Coffee beans.

Over there.

(pot clanks)

JOHN:

Get your hand out of there.

(clattering)

New sheriff of Red Rock's

traveling with us.

JOHN: (groans)

"Sheriff of Red Rock."

That'll be the day.

He's a goddamn sheriff,

I'm a monkey's uncle.

Good. You can share bananas

with your nigger friend

in the stable.

-(gun uncocks)

-PETE: So...

the new sheriff of Red Rock

is traveling with you?

Looks like we're gonna

have to do this the hard way.

JOHN:

No, he's lying.

He ain't sheriff of nothin'.

He's a Southern renegade.

He's just talkin' hisself out of

freezin' to death, is all.

What the fuck I tell you

about talkin', huh?

I'll bust you in the mouth

right in front of these people.

I don't give a fuck!

(quietly):

Just you wait, you fuck.

PETE:

You never gave your name, sir.

John Ruth.

You a lawman?

I'm taking her to the law.

-So you're a bounty hunter.

-That's right, buster.

(wind whistling)

(Warren groaning, sobbing)

(Chris panting)

CHRIS:

How you doin', old boy?

(Warren groaning)

They shot my nuts off.

I'm freezin',

burnin' up the same time.

Bleedin' like a stuck pig.

I think I'm gonna die.

And these motherfuckers did it.

(panting)

That's how I'm doin'.

How you doin'?

Well, my leg hurts really bad.

But I think, if I put all

my weight on my right foot...

I was just bein' sarcastic.

I don't give a fuck

about your leg.

CHRIS:

Huh.

Now, you just...

(groans)

make yourself comfortable.

Don't worry about my comfort.

(groans) Shit, I can't feel

my ass no more.

-(chuckles)

-Worry about these owl hoots

and that bushwhackin'

nut shooter in the basement.

All right!

You... fella in the basement!

You either give up

by the time I count to three...

or I shoot Domergue in the head.

One!

Two!

JODY: No, no, no, no,

don't shoot her in the head!

I'm coming up.

Hold on now,

you bushwhackin' sack shooter!

You just open the door.

We tell you when to come up.

Now throw out your pistol.

Toward the bed.

(quietly):

Bet he got another.

Now throw out

your other pistol.

JODY:

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.

(gun cocks)

(footsteps)

How you doing, dummy?

Better,

now I see your ugly face.

(gunshot)

(screaming)

How you like that?!

You bushwhackin' castrator!

What are you doing?!

He was giving up!

It took him too long,

so I done it for him.

(spits)

(grunting, screaming)

Joe Gage, get your ass over

here and shut this trap door.

(grunting, screaming)

(panting)

I'm sorry, honey.

May I sit in a chair?

(grunts)

Yes, you may.

Keep your hands

flat on that table.

And don't move 'em.

DOMERGUE:

Mannix!

You sure picked the wrong time

to turn into a nigger lover.

Don't you see,

that nigger and John Ruth

put you smack dab

in the middle of danger?

You're about to be murdered

in some nigger

named Minnie's house,

and you don't even know why!

Okay... bitch.

I'll bite.

Why?

I'm working with

all three of them fellas.

But not 'cause they got

butterflies in their belly

about me, but because

we're all gang members.

The Jody Domingre Gang.

That fella y'all just killed

in the basement

was Jody Domingre!

My brother!

Well, who the hell

is Jody Domingre?

You want to tell him,

bounty man?

(Warren chuckles)

He was a big, bad cat

worth $50,000.

And every member of his gang

was worth at least ten.

Which finally explains

why you worth ten.

And what's gonna happen when

that sun comes out, nigger?

So is my brother's 15 men

coming straight here for us.

Tell him, Grouch!

Jody got 15 men

waiting in Red Rock.

We couldn't kill John Ruth

and free Daisy here,

their job was to sack the town,

kill John Ruth

and free Daisy there.

Point is, you ain't a part

of this drama, Chris.

We are.

Warren is.

Ruth was.

But you ain't.

So, Chris, let's make a deal.

(laughs)

You gon' make a deal with me!

I just shot Oswaldo.

Yeah. But he shot you, too.

And he shot you first.

And that was before

you knew the situation.

Now you know the situation.

Look, this only works

if we're all reasonable.

Hey, Pete!

Tell him "No hard feelings."

(wind whistling)

No worries, mate.

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 kind of curious

about her sales pitch.

Humor me.

(Warren groans)

All right... bitch.

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

Easy.

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.

Hey, Pete.

How much can we pay him?

Well, we could give him Marco.

Bob's real name

is Marco the Mexican.

He's worth... $12,000.

WARREN:

That's Marco the Mexican?

Precisely, yeah.

(laughs):

Shit.

Now that I done

blowed his face off,

Marco ain't worth a peso.

(laughs)

(groans):

Oh!

-Oh, sh... Oh, sh...

-PETE: Well, then,

if I die in the next two days,

which is more than likely,

you can have me.

Under the name of

English Pete Hicox,

I got a federal bounty

of $15,000 on my head.

It's all yours, Chris.

WARREN:

You keep talking, Pete,

you gonna talk yourself

to death.

Joe Gage, who you be?

Grouch Douglass.

(Warren laughs)

You heard of him?

Yeah, I heard

of Grouch Douglass.

He worth ten, just like Daisy.

Well, remind me...

why we wouldn't just

kill all y'all, cash in.

Oh, you can kill us all,

but you'll never spend a cent

of that bounty money,

and you'll never

leave this mountain alive.

'Cause when that snow melts,

the rest of Jody's gang,

all 15 of 'em that are waiting

in Red Rock, are coming here.

Now, l-let's say

you shoot us all.

If you really want all that

Domingre Gang bounty money,

you still got to get

all our corpses into Red Rock.

And that ain't

gonna be so easy.

'Cause I-I doubt you can drive

a four-horse team.

And that wagon out there is

too heavy for a two-horse team.

So that means

you're gonna have to lead

a string of horses

into Red Rock.

And with that deep snow

after a blizzard,

you ain't gonna be able

to get away with any more than,

say, one body per horse.

So that's you leading a string

of four horses into Red Rock.

And with all them horses

in that snow

and you all by your lonesome,

you're gonna be a mite poky.

And you're gonna run smack-dab

into the Domingre Gang.

And again, Grouch,

how many is that?

GROUCH:

15 killers strong.

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!

(screams)

Jesus Christ!

WARREN:

Oh, ho-ho!

You believe in Jesus now,

huh, bitch?

Well, good,

'cause you about to meet him.

(screaming, panting)

Anybody else

want to make a deal? Huh?!

PETE:

The deal still stands, Chris.

You ain't done nothing

we can't forgive.

It's all still on that nigger.

You shoot him dead,

take my body,

sit out in the snow

-with Daisy and Grou...

-(gunshot)

(screams)

You cunt!

(groaning)

♪ ♪

(gun cocks)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(gasping)

(gun clicks)

(gun clicks)

WARREN (distorted):

Mannix,

give me my pistol.

Give it here!

Give it here!

(Pete groaning softly)

So, you were saying...

we sit here,

all nice and friendly-like,

for the next two days.

Then the snow melts,

you leave here,

meet up with your gang,

and hightail it to Mexico.

That's the deal, right?

Yeah.

CHRIS:

And I get Oswaldo

and Joe Gage?

Yeah.

But Jody's worth $50,000.

What about his body?

(distorted):

You gonna make a deal with

this diabolical bitch?

I ain't saying

I'm gonna make a deal with her.

We just talking.

Calm down!

So what about Jody's body

and the $50,000?

DOMERGUE:

You're getting greedy, reb.

No deal.

We're taking Jody's body

back with us.

He got children.

So I kill Warren,

and we all friends?

Yeah.

No deal, tramp.

DOMERGUE:

Chris!

You're making the biggest

mistake of your life!

When our boys get here

in a couple of days,

they're gonna

cut your nuts off!

And there won't be a stick left

in that town unburnt!

Well, I guess I should be

plumb scared right now, huh?

(sputters)

If you had any brains,

you would be!

You see...

(sighs)

...here's the problem, Daisy.

In order for me to be scared

of your threats,

I got to believe in

those 15 extra gang members

waiting it out in Red Rock.

And boy, oh, boy, I sure don't.

(chuckles)

What I believe is

Joe Gage, or Grouch Douglass or

whatever the fuck his name was,

poisoned the coffee.

And you watched him do it.

And you watched me pour a cup,

and you didn't say shit!

And...

I believe you are

what you've always been,

a lying bitch

who will do anything

to cheat the rope

waiting for her in Red Rock,

including shitting out

15 extra gang members

-whenever you need be.

-(Warren laughs)

WARREN:

Oh, oh!

And...

...I believe,

when it comes to what's left

of the Jody Domingre Gang,

I'm looking at 'em.

Right here, right now,

dead on this

motherfucking floor!

Goddamn right.

Then you're gonna die

on this mountain, Chris.

'Cause my brother

leads an army of men.

Horseshit!

My daddy led an army.

He led a renegade army,

fighting for a lost cause!

My daddy held up to 400 men

together after the war

with nothing but their respect

in his command!

Your brother's just an owl hoot

who led a gang of killers!

(pants)

I don't feel so good.

Oh, shit.

♪ ♪

Ha!

(grunts, yells)

You still alive, white boy?

(Domergue screams)

Fuck!

(grunting)

Mannix!

(grunting):

Oh! Fuck!

WARREN:

Hey, boy!

(panting)

(grunting)

WARREN:

Get up!

(Domergue grunting)

Chris Mannix!

If your ass ain't nailed

to the floor,

wake the fuck up!

(grunting)

Wake up, white boy!

(grunting)

(groans)

(panting)

(gunshot)

(pained yell)

(panting)

I ain't dead yet,

you black bastard.

(laughing)

Chris Mannix,

I may have misjudged you.

CHRIS: Now we've come

to the part of the story...

(gun cocks)

...where I blow

your goddamn head off.

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

Why the hell not?

John Ruth.

(panting)

Now, John Ruth was

one mighty, mighty bastard.

(screams)

(sobs)

But the 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.

(gun uncocks)

But there is one thing left

we do have a say in.

And that's

how we kill this bitch.

And I say shooting's

too good for her.

John Ruth could've

shot her anywhere,

anytime along the way.

But 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."

(both laughing)

(Warren and Chris

grunting loudly, panting)

(Domergue choking)

(grunting continues)

As my first and final act

as the sheriff of Red Rock,

I sentence you, Domergue,

to hang by the neck

until death!

(Warren and Chris

grunting, panting)

(Domergue choking)

WARREN:

Hang on, Daisy.

I want to watch.

♪ ♪

(Warren laughing)

(Warren and Chris sighing)

Now, that was a nice dance.

CHRIS (sighs):

Oh.

That sure was pretty.

(sighs)

(both groaning)

WARREN:

Shit!

(grunts)

(both panting, sighing)

(wind whistling)

(Chris panting softly)

-Hey.

-(Warren grunts)

Can I see that Lincoln letter?

(Warren groans)

(panting softly)

"Dear Marquis,

"I hope this letter finds you

"in good health and stead.

"I'm doing fine,

"although I wish there were

more hours in a day.

"There's just so much to do.

"Times are changing

slowly but surely,

"and it's men like you

that will make a difference.

"Your military success

"is a credit not only to you

"but your race as well.

"I'm very proud

every time I hear news of you.

"We still have

a long way to go,

"but hand in hand,

"I know we will get there.

"I just want to let you know

you're in my thoughts.

"Hopefully, our paths

will cross in the future.

"Until then,

"I remain your friend.

"Ole Mary Todd's calling,

"so I guess

it must be time for bed.

Respectfully, Abraham Lincoln."

"Ole Mary Todd."

That's a nice touch.

Yeah.

(chuckles)

Thanks.

♪ ♪

♪ Listen, all you people ♪

♪ Try and understand ♪

♪ You may be a soldier ♪

♪ Woman, child or man ♪

♪ But there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ No, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be many ♪

♪ Maybe ten out of 20 ♪

♪ But there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Now the old folks

will remember ♪

♪ On that dark and dismal day ♪

♪ How their hearts

were choked with pride ♪

♪ As their children

marched away ♪

♪ Now the glory is all gone ♪

♪ They are left alone ♪

♪ And there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ No, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be many ♪

♪ Maybe five out of 20 ♪

♪ But there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Look real closely

at the soldier ♪

♪ Coming at you

through the haze ♪

♪ He may be

the younger brother ♪

♪ Who ran away ♪

♪ And before you kill another ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be many ♪

♪ There may not be any ♪

♪ But there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ If they all came back

but one ♪

♪ He was still

some mother's son ♪

♪ And there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home ♪

♪ Oh, there won't be ♪

♪ Many coming home. ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(music fades)