The Hateful Eight Page #4

- Yeah it does.

Transporting a desperate

hostile prisoner such as her

sounds like hard work.

Wouldn't transporting her be easier

if she were dead?

No one said the job

was suppose to be easy.

And why is her hanging proper,

so important to you?

Let's just say I don't like to cheat the

hangman. He's gotta' make a living too.

Well I appreciate that.

Allow me to properly introduce myself.

I'm Oswaldo Mobray,

The Hangman in these parts.

- Looks like I brought you a customer.

- So it would appear.

Have you ever spent two days or more

locked up with one of your customers?

No I can't say I have.

Don't talk to my prisoner. I talk to

my prisoner, that's it. You got it?

I got I got. Jolly good.

You got anything in here besides

coffee that can help warm us up?

The Bar is open, follow moi.

All right.

All right.

Come on, goddamnit I'm cold!

I'll feed and water the horses.

You go inside and get some hot coffy.

I've got some stew cooking.

Should be done soon.

Now look...

now matter how bad this blizzard gets,

we still gotta' feed these horses

and take a squat from time to time.

So me an' Chris better lay out a line

from the stable to the front door,

and from the front door to the shithouse.

Okay?

Good idea.

Come on, Chris.

I'll give you a hand.

No no no, go inside, get warm.

You're doing stable work in a goddamn

blizzard, I offer to help and you say no?

You're right, mi amigo.

Muchas gracias.

All right, follow me.

We gonna' drop one,

every ten paces.

- From here to the door.

- Yeah! - All right.

Now, you're wanted for murder.

For the sake of my analogy,

let's just assume that you did it.

John Ruth wants to take you back to

Red Rock to stand trail for murder.

And, if...

you're found guilty,

the people of Red Rock will hang you in the

town square. And as the hangman,

I will perform the execution.

And if all those things

end up taking place,

that's what civilized

society calls "justice".

However,

if the relatives and the

loved ones of the person

you murdered were outside

that door right now.

And after busting down that

door, they drug you out

in the snow and hung you

up by the neck, that,

we would be frontier justice.

Now the good part

about frontier justice is

it's very thirst quenching.

The bad part is

it's apt to be Wrong as Right.

Not in your case. In

your case, you'd have it

comin'. But other people,

maybe not so much.

But ultimately what's the

real difference between the two?

The real difference is Me...

The Hangman.

To me, it dosen't matter what you did.

When I hang you, I

will get no satisfaction from your death.

It's my job.

I hang you in red Rock, I move on to the

next town, I hang someone else there.

The man who pulls the lever,

that breaks your neck

will be a dispassionate man.

And that dispassion is

the very essence of

justice. For justice delivered

without dispassion,

is always in danger of not being justice.

Amen.

No offense cowboy fella',

just gettin' your attention.

Yeah, well...

you got it.

What'cha writing firend?

- Only thing I'm qualified to write about.

- What's that?

My life story.

- You're writing your life story?

- You bet I am.

Am I in it?

You just entered.

Well you like writing

stories so much, why don't

you tell me the story

that brings you here?

- Who's askin'?

- I am.

John Ruth. I'm bringin' in

this one to Red Rock to hang.

Ain't no way I'm spendin'

a coupla' nights under a

roof with somebody I don't

know who you they are.

And I don't know who you are.

So...

who are you?

- Joe Gage.

- What?

That's my name, Joe Gage.

Okay Joe Gage, why you goin' to Red Rock?

- I ain't goin' to Red Rock.

- Where you goin'?

- About nine miles outside of Red Rock.

- What's there?

My mother.

Your mother?

Listen,

I'm just a cow puncher I just...

I got back from a long drive and...

I wasn't just an ass in a saddle this time,

I was a partner.

For the first time in my life I,

made a pretty penny and, eh....

Come home and spend time with

my mother for Christmas.

Now that's funny.

'Cuz you don't look like the

coming home for Christmas type.

Yeah, well...

you know, looks

can be deceiving.

Because I definitely am a...

coming home for Christmas to

spend time with mother type.

Christmas with Mother?

I mean...

it's a wonderful thing.

Now is that... good

enough for you?

John Ruth?

For now.

Just steer clear of my prisoner.

Hello old timer.

General.

General.

You sir,

are a Hyena.

And I have no wish to speak to you.

I've been called worse.

Fair enough, General.

Sorry to bother you.

- You gonna' kick it open.

- Kick it open.

It's already cold enough in here.

It dosen't have latch you

gonna' hammer up a board.

You gotta' nail it shut!

- The hammer and nails is by the door.

- There is a hammer and nails right there!

Oh god,

- Holdin' this Chris.

- Here, here.

You need to nail it in!

You need two pieces of wood.

You gotta' hammer another one.

One ain't good enough!

It's gonna' blow right open.

- Goddamn it!

- It's gotta' open if you don't.

- Shut up!

- I got it! Son of a b*tch!

Jesis Christ,

that door's a whore!

I get it, haberdashery,

that was a joke.

How's the coffy?

Now, pretty good, if I do say so myself.

Thank you.

Guess who he is?

Buffalo Bill?

Hardly, no.

- I'm Oswaldo Mobray, I'm The-

- He's the hangman of Red Rock.

- Oh, you are?

- Yes I am.

Well good to meet you Mr.?

- Mobray.

- Mobray, I'm Chris Mannix,

- the new sheriff in Red Rock.

- Really?

Horseshit!

- Pay no attention to him.

- Horseshit!

Fella' warmin' himself by the that pot

by the stove is a hell of driver named O.B.

That's the only thing you

said that's the truth.

You comin' into Red Rock

to hang Lance Lawson?

Precisely.

- Do you have the execution orders on you?

- In my beg.

- May I see 'em?

- Of course.

Who's Lance Lawson?

He's a fell' been sittin' in the

Red Rock jail about a month now.

He's the fella - who shot the fella' -

who was sheriff 'fore me.

Precisely.

What did she mean when she said,

bounty hunter's n*gger

friend in the stable?

He's got a n*gger

bounty hunter firend in the stable.

But all that

just to guard her?

I don't think that was

the original idea, but...

that's the idea now.

- Want a lil' snakebite in your coffy?

- Yeah.

Five of you?

Well, well, well, looks

like Minnie's Haberdashery

is about to get cozy

for the next few days.

Yes it does.

Who's the chap with the Lincoln letter?

The Lincoln what?

The letter from Abraham Lincoln?

President Abraham Lincoln?

- Weren't you pen pals?

- With the President?

I'm sorry, I heard somebody

in your party had a

letter from Abraham Lincoln,

I assumed it was you.

Not him!

The black fella' in the stable.

The n*gger in the stable

has a letter from Abraham Lincoln?

Yeah.

The n*gger in the stable

has a letter from Abraham Lincoln?

Say your name was again?

- Bob.

- Warren.

Minnie and Sweet Dave in there?

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