The Hateful Eight

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Chapter One

Last Stage to Red Rock

Got room for one more?

Who the hell are you,

and what happened to them?

Names Major Marquis Warren former U.S.

Calvary.

Currentrly I'm a

servant of the court.

Tryin' to bringin' a coupla'

no-goods into market.

I got paperwork on 'em in my pocket.

You takin' 'em into Red Rock?

I figure that's where you headed, right?

That damblasted blizzards

been on our ass for the last three hours.

Ain't no way we gonna make it all the

way to Red Rock 'fore it catches us.

So ya' hightailin' it

halfway to Minnie's Haberdashery?

You know I am.

- May I come aboard?

- Well smoke...

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 not partial to company?

Fella' in the wagon he paid for a private

trip. And i'm here to tell ya'...

he paid a pretty penny for privacy.

So if you wanna' go to Minnie's with us...

- you gotta' 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

lay 'em on that rock over yonder.

Then you raise both

your hands way above your hat.

Then you approach....

molasses-like.

Real trustin' fella', huh?

Not so much.

Put 'em down.

Come on ahead.

I said way above your hat, god dammit.

Now come forward.

That's far enough.

I'll be dogged,

you black fella' i know.

Col. Something Warren, right?

Major Marquis Warren.

I know you too.

We shared a steak dinner

once upon a time in Chattanooga.

You John Ruth, The Hangman.

That be me.

- How longs that been?

- Since that steak?

Eight months.

So why don't you explain to me...

what an african bounty

hunter's doin' wanderin'

around in the snow in

the middle of Wyoming.

I'm tryin' to get a coupla'

of bounty's to Red Rock.

So you still in business?

You know I am.

What happened to your horse?

Circumstances caused us to take the long

way around. My horse couldn't make it.

You don't know nothin'

about this filly here?

Nope.

Don't even know your name?

Nope.

Well I guess that makes

this one fortuitous wagon.

I sure as hell hope so.

Major Marquis Warren,

this here is Daisy Domergue.

Domergue, to you, this is Maj.

Warren.

Howdy n*gger!

She's a pepper, ain't she?

Now girl, don't you know

darkee's don't like bein'

called n*ggers no more.

They find it offensive.

- I been called worse.

- Now that I can believe.

- Heard of her?

- Should I?

Well she ain't no John Wilkes Booth, but...

maybe you might of heard

tell 'bout the price on her head.

- How much?

- Ten thousand dollars.

Damn, what she do?

Kill Lily Langtree?

Not quite.

Now 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.

Well I certainly can appreciate that.

I ain't got no designs on her.

One of my fella's over

there is worth four

thousand, one's worth

three, and one's worth one.

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 y'all!

But we gtta' cold damn blizzard,

hot on our asses we 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 those pistols

over yonder with the driver.

You ain't really gonna'

let that n*gger ridin' in

here is ya'? I mean maybe

up there with O.B., but-

How you like the sound

of them bells, b*tch?

They are real pretty, ain't they?

You open up your trashy

mouth again, I'll knock

out them front teeth for ya'.

You got it?

Yeah.

Let me hear you say: "I got it."

I got it.

Well, I'm gonna need some help tyin'

these fella's up on the roof.

Give O.B. fifty dollars when

ya' get to Red Rock, and he'll help ya'.

Well, I agree with O.B.

This storm's got me concerned.

We get goin' a lot

quicker you help out too.

Goddamit to hell, I'm

already regretting this!

Now I can't likely help ya' tie fella's

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,

until I personally put her in the

Red Rock jail! Now do you got that?

- Yeah, I got it.

- Good.

Translation/Timings/Creator by: Deluce

So what happend to your horse?

He got old.

I done had him for a bit.

When the weather took a

turn for the worse, he

done what he could, but

he couldn't make it.

- That's too bad.

- Yes it is.

Me an' ole Lash rode a

lotta' miles together.

You could say he was

my best friend- if I

considered stupid animals

firends, which I don't.

Never the less....

I'm gonna' miss 'em.

Who's Daisy Domergue?

A no damn good murdering

b*tch, that's who.

I can see you ain't got mixed emotions

'bout bringing a woman to a rope.

- If by woman, you mean her?

No I do not have mixed emotions.

So you takin' her into Red Rock to hang?

- You bet.

- Gonna' wait to watch it?

You know I am.

I wanna' hear her neck

snap with my own two ears.

You never wait to watch 'em hang?

My bounties never hang,

cause I never bring 'em in alive.

Never?

Never ever.

We talked about this in Chattanooga.

Bringing desperate men in alive,

is a good way to get yourself dead.

Can't catch me sleepin'

if I don't close my eyes.

I don't wanna' work that hard.

No one said the job

was suppose to be easy.

No one said

it was suppose to be that hard, nether.

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.

But when John Ruth The Hangman catches ya',

you don't die by a bullet in the back.

When The Hangman catches you...

you hang.

You overrate 'em n*gger.

I'll give you 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...

I know we only met each other once before.

And I don't mean to unduly

imply intimacy. But...

Well...

You still got it?

I still got, what?

The Lincoln letter?

Of course.

Do you got it on you?

Where?

Right here.

Look, I know you gotta'

be real careful with it and all.

I can imagine you probably

don't like to take

it in an'out of the

envelope all that often.

But if you wouldn't mind,

i'd sure appreciate seein' that again.

You right,

I don't like taking it in an'out

of the envelope that much.

- Yeah.

- But...

as your saving my life an' all,

I suppose I could let you read it again.

"Ole Mary Todd's callin',

so I guess it must be time for bed"

Ole Mary Todd.

That gets me.

That gets me too.

You know what this is, tramp?

It's a letter from Lincoln.

It's a letter from Lincoln to him.

They shared a correspondence

during the war.

They was pen pals.

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