The Hateful Eight Page #3

prisoner of war camp, West Virginia?

No Reb, I ain't never heard of it!

You bust out?

Maj. Marquis did more than bust out.

Maj. Marquis had a bright idea.

So bright...

you got to wonder,

why nobody never thought about it before.

Tell John Ruth about your bright idea.

Well the whole damn place

was just made out of kindling.

So I burnt it down.

There was a rookie regiment

spendin' the overnight in that camp.

Forty-seven men...

burnt to a crisp.

Southern youth, farmer's sons,

- cream of the crop-

- And I say, "Let 'em burn".

I'm suppose to apologize

for killin' Johnny Reb?

You joined the war to

keep n*ggers in chains.

I joined the war to

kill White Southern

Crackers And that means

kill 'em anyway I can.

Shoot 'em. Stab 'em.

Drown 'em. Burn 'em.

Drop a big ole' rock on their head.

Whatever it took to put

White Southern Crackers in the ground

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 forty seven men alive,

for no more a reason then to give

a n*gger 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.

And you best belive I ain't look back

till I crossed The Northern Line.

But you had a surprise waitin' for you

on The Northern Side, didn't ya'?

See once they started pullin' out

all the burnt bodies at Wellenbeck,

seems not all of them boys were Rebs.

You burnt up some of your own boys,

didn't ya' Major?

How many burnt prisoners

they end up findin'?

Wasn't the final Yankee death count

somethin' like thirty-seven?

That's the thing about war Mannix,

people die.

So ya' chalkin' it up to "War Is Hell", ha?

Well admittedly that's a hard argument

to argue with. But if memory serves,

your side didn't look at it that way.

I think they thought,

thirty-seven white men for one n*gger

wasn't so hot a trade.

I belive they accused you

of being a kill crazy n*gger who

only joined the war to kill white folks

and the whole Blue and Grey

of it all didn't really much matter to ya'.

And that's why they drummed

your black ass outta'

the Cavalry with a yellow

stripe down your back.

Isn't it Major?

Horse sh*t.

If he did all that, the

Cavalry woulda' shot him.

I didn't say they could prove it.

But they sure did think it out loud,

didn't they Major?

But,

Warren's war record was stellar,

and that's what saved his ass.

Are you killed

yourself your share of

redskins in your day,

didn't ya' Black Major?

Cavalry tends to

look kindly on that.

I'll tell a' what The Cavalry

didn't look kindly on.

Mannix's Marauders that's what.

And the fact that Erskine

Mannix's little boy

would talk about anybody

else's behavior

during war time makes

me wanna horse laugh.

Don't you say anything about my daddy,

what he fought for,

was dignity in defeat,

and against the unconditional surrender.

We weren't foreign barbatians

pounding on the city walls.

We were your brothers.

- We deserved dignity in defeat.

- Just,

how many n*gger towns did y'all sack

in your fight for dignity in defeat?

My faire share, Black Major.

'Cuz when n*ggers are scared,

that's when white folks are safe.

You gonna talk

that hateful n*gger talk,

you ride up top wtih O.B.

No no no,

you got me talkin' politics

I didn't wanna'.

Like I said y'all,

I'm just happy to be alive.

I...

I think I'll just look out this winda'

let this beatuiful

carriage rock me to sleep.

And dream about how lucky I am.

Chapter Three

Minnie's Haberdashery

Get in there.

Easy.

What the hell's going on,

we weren't expecting another stage tonight?

I can see

you already got another one up in here.

I just got through putting the horses away.

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.

Where's Minnie and Sweet Dave?

He says they ain't here. He's lookin'

after the place while they gone.

Who are you?

I'm Bob.

Well whoever you are,

help O.B. with the horses.

Get 'em outta this cold,

before that blizzard hit's 'em.

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.

Come on let's go!

- Open up!

- Kick it open!

- What?

- Kick it open!

Shut that door,

there's a goddamn blizzard out there!

- You gotta' nail it shut!

- 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!

- Give me a hammer.

- Yeah.

You need to do two pieces of wood!

One ain't good enough!

- Two pieces of wood.

- That f***in' thing is busted!

Not just one piece of wood.

- Gimme that other piece of wood.

- Yeah, allright.

- Gimme the nail.

- Here.

Jesus.

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.

Looks like Minnie's got her a full house.

When did you fella's arrive?

About forty minutes ago.

The Cowboy fella' in the

courner, is that your driver?

No he's a passenger.

The driver lit out. He

said he was going to

spend the blizzard shacked

up with a friend.

Jesus Christ, that's awful!

Christ almighty, what that Mexican fella'

do, soak his ole socks in the pot?

I think we all felt the same way, but were

a little too polite to say something.

- He don't have that problem.

. Where's the well water?

Over there.

So,

all three of you fellas' headed to Red

Rock, when the blizzard stopped ya', huh?

Yes, all three of us

were on that stagecouch out there.

Coffybeans?

Over there.

Get your hand outta' there.

The new sheriff of Red

Rock is traveling with us.

Sheriff of Red Rock,

that'll be the day.

If he is a goddamn sheriff,

I'm a monkey's uncle.

Good.

Then you can share bananas

with your n*gger friend in the stable.

So...

the new sheriff of Red

Rock is traveling with you?

No he's lyin'

he ain't sheriff of nothin'

He's a southern renegade. He's just talkin'

his self outta' freezin' to death, is all.

What the f*** I tell you

about talkin', huh?

I'll bust you in the mouth right in

front of these people, I don't give a f***!

You never gave your name, sir.

John Ruth.

- Are you a lawman?

- I'm takin' her to the law.

- You're a bounty hunter?

- That's right, Buster.

- Do you have a warrant?

- 'Course I do.

May I see it?

Why?

You're suppose to produce it upon request.

How am I suppose 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?

- Yeah it's her.

- It says here, Dead or Alive?

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