The Hateful Eight

Hyah! Huh!

Get in there now!

Get in! Get in!

Get in there, Dude!

Get in now!

Hyah! Come on! Huh!

All right! Huh!

Huh!

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa.

Got room for one more?

Who the hell are you?!

And what happened to them?

Name's Major Marquis Warren,

former U.S. Cavalry.

Currently a servant of the court.

Trying to bring a couple no-goods into market.

Got the paperwork on 'em in my pocket.

You takin' 'em into Red Rock?

Figure that's where you headed, right?

I am.

That damn blasted blizzard

has been on our ass for the last three hours.

There ain't no way we gonna make it all the way to Red Rock

- 'fore it catches us. - So you hightailin' it halfway,

to Minnie's Haberdashery?

You know I am.

May I come aboard?

Well, smoke,

if 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 ain't partial to company?

Fella in the wagon, he paid for a private trip,

and I'm here to tell you,

he paid a pretty penny for privacy.

So if you want to go to Minnie's with us,

you gonna have to 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 you 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, goddamn it!

Now come forward.

That's far enough.

Well, I'll be dogged.

You a black fella I know.

Colonel somethin'-or-other Warren, right?

Major Marquis Warren.

I know you, too.

We, uh, shared a steak dinner

once upon a time in Chattanooga.

You John Ruth The Hangman.

That'd be me.

How long's that been?

Since that steak?

Oh... eight months.

So why don't you explain to me

what a African bounty hunter's doin'

wanderin' around in the snow in the middle of Wyoming?

Trying to get a couple of bounties in to Red Rock.

So you still in business?

You know I am.

Happened to your horse?

Circumstances caused us to have to take the long way round.

- My horse couldn't make it. - Mm.

You don't know nothin' 'bout this filly here.

Nope.

- Don't even know her name? - Nope.

Well, I guess that makes this one fortuitous wagon.

I sure as hell hope so.

Major Marquis Warren, this here's Daisy Domergue.

Domergue, to you this is Major Warren.

Howdy, nigger.

She's a pepper, ain't she?

Now, girl, don't you know the darkies don't like

being called niggers no more?

They find it offensive.

I been called worse.

Now, that I can believe.

You never heard of her, huh?

Should I?

Well, she ain't no John Wilkes Booth,

but maybe you might heard tell

about the price on her head.

- How much? - $10,000.

Damn.

What'd she do, kill Lily Langtry?

Not quite.

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.

I can certainly appreciate that.

But I ain't got no designs on her.

One of my fellas over there is worth $4,000,

another one's worth $3,000, and one of 'em's worth $1,000.

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 you all,

but we got a cold damn blizzard that's hot on our ass

that we're 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 them two pistols over yonder with the driver.

Hey, uh, you ain't really gonna let that nigger

ride in here, is ya?

I mean, maybe up there with O.B., but...

How ya like the sound of them bells, bitch?

They 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 ya say, "I got it."

I got it.

Uh, I'm gonna need a hand tyin' these fellas up on the roof.

Give O.B. $50 when we get to Red Rock.

He'll help ya.

Well, I agree with O.B.

This storm got me concerned.

We get goin' a lot quicker you helped out, too.

Goddamn it to hell, I'm already regrettin' this.

Now, I can't likely help you tie fellas 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

till I personally put her in the Red Rock jail!

Now, do you got that?!

Yeah, I got it.

Good.

Say, partner, you give me a hand

tying these three fellows up on the roof,

I'll make it worth your while we get to Red Rock.

Now, I hear...

you making $8,000 off these dead fuckers?

Yeah.

Well, I'll help you...

for $250.

How about $150,

and I pay for all your booze

the first two days we're in Red Rock?

- Hmm. - They got a little social club in Red Rock?

Why, yes, they do.

Let's take you to a night there, too.

Now, that's a good deal, sir.

Shit fire, that's a damn good deal.

But I can't leave these horses unattended,

so you gonna have to get them folks to hold the horses.

Shit.

I'll see what I can do.

Mr. Ru...

Excuse me, you think you could, uh,

hold on to these horses

while we load these fellas on the roof?

Yeah, course.

Come on, tramp.

Okay.

Huh!

Giddyup!

Yah! Cimarron! Leche! Get in!

So, what happened to your horse?

Get in!

He was kinda old.

I done had him for a bit.

When the weather took a turn for the worse,

well, he done what he could, but he couldn't make it.

- Get in! - That's too bad.

Yeah, it is.

Me and ol' Lash done rode a lot of miles together.

Could say he was my best friend,

if I considered stupid animals friends, which I don't.

Nevertheless, I'm gonna miss him.

Had a horse like that once.

- About 20 years ago. - Huh!

Called him Cauliflower.

I used to call him my beast friend.

And what happened to him?

Some rattlesnake shot him out from under me.

You make it right?

Oh, you know I did.

Leche! Ha!

Who's this Daisy Domergue?

A no damn good murdering bitch, that's who.

Come on, boys! Get up!

I see you ain't got mixed emotions

about bringing a woman to a rope.

By "woman," you mean her?

No, I do not have mixed emotions.