The Hateful Eight Page #2

This is just one of the letters.

What the...

O.B.

Stop!

Whoa, easy.

Of all the stupid,

like to rip my goddamn arm off!

I didn't,

drag her stikin' ass up

this goddamn mountain, just

for you to break her neck

on the ouskirts of town.

You the one handed her my goddamn letter.

I didn't give it to her,

I gave it to you!

That n*gger like to bust my jaw.

You ruin that letter of his,

that n*ggers 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?

She didn't help it none.

But it's alright.

Is that the way n*ggers treat their ladies?

You... ain't no goddamn... lady!

Hey Mister Ruth?

What?

There's another fella' on foot,

up here on the road!

What?

I said, there's another fella' on foot,

up here on the road!

Considering there's a blizzard goin' on,

whole lotta' fellas walkin' around,

wouldn't you say, Major?

Considerin I'm one half

of them fellas, yeah...

seems to be a lot of 'em.

This changes things, son.

Eight thousand dollars a

lotta' money for a n*gger.

But with a partner,

eighteen's a whole lot better.

You really think I'm

in cahoots wit' that fella'? Or her?

- Put them on.

- I ain't wearin' handcuffs.

You put those on or you can stop worryin'

about this whole thing, right now.

Chapter Two Son of a Gun

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 did it.

O.B.?

Ya' got 'em?

- I got 'em!

- Okay fella',

you keep holdin'

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 cha'.

I'll be a goddamn dog in the 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.

Keepin' you at a disadvantage,

is a advantage I intend to keep.

Whoever you are mister,

you sure sound tough when you're talkin'

to a desperate man knee deep in snow.

I don't want no trouble.

I just wanna' ride.

I'm freezin to death.

Who is this joker.

You heard of the rebel

renegade Erskine Mannix?

- Mannix's Marauders?

- That's them.

The scourge of South

Carolina, Mannix Marauders.

That's Erskine's youngest boy, Chris.

What brings you in my path, Chris Mannix?

Well Mr. Face,

I was riding to Red Rock and my horse

stepped in a gopher hole in the snow,

f***ed up his leg,

an' had to put 'er down.

You got business in Red Rock?

- Yes I do.

- What?

I'm the new sheriff.

- Horseshit.

- 'fraid not.

- Where is your star?

- Well I ain't the sheriff yet.

Once I get there they swear me in,

but that ain't happened yet.

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 from the look of those

three frozen f***ers up there,

I figure you're a bounty hunter

open for business.

And I figure you're taking them three

dead bodies into Red Rock to get paid?

Three dead.

One alive.

- Who's that?

- Daisy Domergue.

Who the f*** is Daisy Domergue?

Not a goddamn thing to nobody,

except me and the hangman.

The Hangman?

Well I'll be double dogged damned.

- You're The Hangman, Bob Ruth.

- It's John.

And you...

your're the n*gger with the head...

Major Marquis.

My lord, is that really the real head

of Major Marquis, lookin' at me now?

Yeah it's really me and

it's really my head.

What's goin' on, y'all havin'

a bounty hunters picnic?

Never mind, you takin' in

them three dead bodies

and her to Red Rock

to get paid, ain't ya'?

Yeah.

Well...

the man is red Rock suppose

to pay you is me. The new sherrif.

So if you wanna get paid,

you need to get me to Red Rock.

Well execuse me for findin'

it hard to belive a

town electin' you to do

anything except drop dead.

So I'm suppose to freeze death,

'cause you find something hard to belive?

No I suppose not.

Put them on and come inside.

No.

- Then you'll freeze.

- Then you'll hang.

How so?

Driver!

Could you come down here and join us?

I gotta hold these horses

I can hear you just fine from up here.

You heard me tell this fella'

I'm the new sheriff of Red Rock, right?

Yeah.

Red Rock is my town.

And I'm gonna' enter my town

in bounty hunters chains? No Sir!

Sorry bushwackers,

I ain't entering Red Rock that way.

When you finally get to

Red Rock, you're going

to 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.

There ain't no bounty

on my head, bushwacker.

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 n*gger-hatin'

son of a gun ain't partnered up with you.

Now...

I'll help protect your eight thousand,

you help me protect my ten,

deal?

Ain't love grand. Y'all wanna' lie on

the ground and make snow angels together?

- Tell ya' what, Bob-

- The name's John.

When we get to Red Rock, I'll buy you and

Major Marquis there dinner and booze.

- May way of sayin' thanks.

- I don't drink,

with rebel renegades,

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

Well Mr. Ruth,

you sound like you got

a axe to grind against The Cause.

The cause of a renegade army?

A bunch of losers gone loco, you bet I do.

Ya' wrapped yourselves up in the

Rebel Flag as an excuse to kill and steal.

And this should interest you Warren,

imparticular emancipated blacks.

Sounds like my kinda' fella'.

Sounds to me you been readin' a lotta'

newspapers printed in Washington D.C.

Anywho, I'm just tryin'

to let y'all know grateful I am.

I was a goner, and

y'all saved me.

You wanna' show me how

grateful you are...

shut up!

God damnit, Daisy it's comin'.

Here, last piece.

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 thirty

thousand dollar reward

the Confederacy put on the

head of Major Marquis?

Yeah.

Them hillbillies went n*gger head hunting,

but they never did

get 'em the right n*gger head, did they?

No they didn't.

But it wasn't for lack of tryin'.

Them peckawoods left their homes and their

families, and come to this snowy mountain,

lookin' for me and fortune.

None of them found fortune.

The ones you ain't ever heard of no more,

they found me.

Now it didn't stay 30

thousand the length of the war.

Once passions had colled,

it dropped down to eight, then five.

But, I bet even

when it was five thousand,

you had your share

of country boys comin' to call?

You know I did.

Why did they have a reward on you?

The Confederates took exception

to my capacity for killing them.

After I broke out of Wellenbeck,

The South took my continued

existence as a personal affront.

So The Cause put a reward on my head.

What's...

Wellenbeck?

You ain't never heard of Wellenbeck

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