Hateful Eight You Know I Am
Starring: Samuel L. Jackson, Kurt Russell, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Walton Goggins, Demián Bichir, Tim Roth, Michael Madsen, Bruce Dern
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Story:
Western drama written and directed past Quentin Tarantino. Set up later on the Civil Warm the story revolves around 8 strangers. On a stagecoach going through the wintry Wyoming landscape the passengers, bounty hunter John Ruth (Kurt Russell), his avoiding Daisy Domergue (Jennifer Jason Leigh), Major Marquis Warren (Samuel L. Jackson), a blackness one-time matrimony soldier turned infamous bounty hunter, and Chris Mannix (Walton Goggins), a southern renegade who claims to be the town's new Sheriff, lose their pb in a blizzard.
The passengers seek refuge at Minnie'south Haberdashery, a stagecoach stopover on a mountain laissez passer. When they arrive at Minnie's, they are greeted by iv unfamiliar faces. Bob (Demián Bichir), Oswaldo Mobray (Tim Roth), the hangman of Ruddy Rock, cow-puncher Joe Cuff (Michael Madsen), and Amalgamated General Sanford Smithers (Bruce Dern). As the tempest overtakes the mountainside stopover the eight strangers slowly realize that their mysterious connection might prevent them from getting domicile prophylactic.
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Chapter One: Last Stage to Red Rock
Major Marquis Warren: I don't want to piece of work that hard.
John Ruth: No one said the job was supposed to be easy.
Major Marquis Warren: No i said it was supposed to be that hard, neither. Simply that, lilliputian lady, is why they phone call him "the hangman". When the handbill says dead or live, the remainder of us shoot you in the dorsum from upwardly on top of a perch somewhere, bring you in dead over a saddle. But when John Ruth, The Hangman, catches yous, you lot don't die from no bullet in the back. When The Hangman catches you, you lot hang.
John Ruth: Y'all overrate them, n*****.
Chapter Two: Son of a Gun
John Ruth: Why did they have a reward on you?
Major Marquis Warren: The Confederates took exception to my chapters for killing them. After I broke out of Wellenbeck, The Due south took my continued existence equally a personal affront. So the cause put a reward on my head.
John Ruth: What'south Wellenbeck?
Sheriff Chris Mannix: You own't never heard of Wellenbeck prisoner of war camp, W Virginia?
John Ruth: No Reb, I own't never heard of it! You bust out?
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Major Marquis did more than bust out. Major Marquis had a bright thought. And so bright you got to wonder why nobody never thought about it earlier. Tell John Ruth about your brilliant thought.
Major Marquis Warren: Well the whole damn place was merely made out of kindling. So I burnt it down.
[Warren, Ruth and Daisy kickoff laughing]
Sheriff Chris Mannix: At that place was a rookie regiment spending the overnight in that camp. 40-seven men burnt to a crisp. Southern youth, farmer'due south sons, foam of the crop.
Major Marquis Warren: And I say, "Let them burn." I'm supposed to apologize for killing Johnny Reb? You joined the state of war to go along north*****s in chains. I joined the state of war to kill White Southern Crackers. That ways killing them anyhow I tin can. Shoot them. Stab them. Drown them. Burn down them. Driblet a large old rock on their head. Whatsoever it took to put White Southern Crackers in the ground that'southward what I joined the war to do, and that's what I did.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: To respond your question, John Ruth, when Major Marquis burned 40-seven men alive, for no more a reason then to requite a n***** a run for the trees, that's when The South put a reward on the caput of Major Marquis.
Major Marquis Warren: And I made them trees, Mannix. And you best believe I ain't await back till I crossed the Northern line.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Oh, but yous had a surprise waiting for you on the Northern side, didn't y'all? See once they started pulling out all them burnt bodies at Wellenbeck, it seems not all of them boys were Rebs. Well yous burnt upward some of your own boys, didn't you lot, Major? How many burnt prisoners they cease up finding? Wasn't the terminal Yankee decease count something like thirty-seven?
Major Marquis Warren: That's the affair nearly state of war, Mannix, people dice.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Oh. And so you go chalking it up to "State of war is hell", huh? Well, admittedly, that is a hard statement to contend with. But if retentiveness serves, your side didn't look at information technology that mode. I retrieve they thought, thirty-seven white men for ane due north***** wasn't and then hot a trade. I do believe they defendant you lot of existence a kill crazy n***** who only joined the war to kill white folks and the whole Blue and Grey of information technology all didn't actually much matter to yous. And that'southward why they drummed your bl**k a** out of the Cavalry with a yellow stripe down your back. Isn't information technology, Major?
John Ruth: Horses**t! If he did all that, the Cavalry would've shot him.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Well I didn't say they could prove it. Simply they sure did call up it out loud, didn't they, Major? Simply Warren's war tape was stellar, and that's what saved his a**. Now you killed yourself your share of redskins in your day, didn't you, Blackness Major? Cavalry tends to look kindly on that.
John Ruth: I'll tell you lot what the Cavalry didn't expect kindly on. Mannix'due south Marauders, that's what. And the fact that Erskine Mannix's little male child would talk well-nigh anybody else's behavior during war time makes me want to horse laugh.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Don't you say anything about my daddy, what he fought for was nobility in defeat and against the unconditional surrender. We weren't foreign barbatians pounding on the urban center walls, nosotros were your brothers. We deserved dignity in defeat.
Major Marquis Warren: Simply how many n***** towns did yous all sack in your fight for nobility in defeat?
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Oh, my fair share, Black Major. Because when n*****south are scared, that's when white folks are condom.
Major Marquis Warren: [points his gun at Mannix's caput] You going to talk that mean n***** talk, you ride upwards top with O.B..
Sheriff Chris Mannix: No. No, no, no, no, no. Y'all got done me talking politics. I didn't want to. Like I said y'all all, I'm just happy to be live. I think I'll scoot over here correct past this window and let this beautiful carriage stone me to sleep and dream about how lucky I am.
[he leans against the window and pulls down his chapeau over his eyes, Warren looks over to Ruth and Daisy]
Chapter 3: Minnie'due south Haberdashery
John Ruth. [to the people in the haberdashery] I'thousand bringing in this i to Red Rock to hang. own't no way I'm spending a couple of nights nether a roof with somebody I don't know who yous they are. And I don't know who you are. So, who are you?
John Ruth: This here is Daisy Domergue. She's wanted expressionless or alive for murder. X one thousand dollars. That coin'southward mine boys. Don't want to share it, I own't going to lose it. When that dominicus comes out, I'grand taking this woman into Ruby-red Rock to hang. Now, is at that place anybody hither committed to stopping me from doing that?
[nobody replies]
John Ruth: Actually? Nobody got a problem with this? Well, I guess that'southward very fortunate for me. Withal, I hope yous all understand, I can't merely accept your discussion. Circumstances force me to, take precautions.
Oswaldo Mobray: Well, well, well. Looks similar Minnie'south Haberdashery is well-nigh to become cozy for the next few days.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Aye, it does.
Oswaldo Mobray: Are you the chap with the Lincoln letter?
Sheriff Chris Mannix: The Lincoln what?
Oswaldo Mobray: The letter from Abraham Lincoln?
Sheriff Chris Mannix: President Abraham Lincoln?
Oswaldo Mobray: Aye. Weren't you lot pen pals?
Sheriff Chris Mannix: With the President?
Oswaldo Mobray: I'thou sorry, I heard that somebody in your party had a alphabetic character from Abraham Lincoln, I causeless it was you.
John Ruth: Non him! The bl**yard fella in the stable.
Oswaldo Mobray: The n***** in the stable has a letter from Abraham Lincoln?
John Ruth: Yes.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: The n***** in the stable has a letter from Abraham Lincoln?
Oswaldo Mobray: [to Daisy and Ruth] Now, y'all're wanted for murder. For the sake of my analogy, permit's only 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 lot in the town square, and as the hangman, I volition perform the execution. And if all those things end up taking identify, that'due south what civilized social club 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'd drug yous out in the snow and hung y'all up by the neck. That would be frontier justice. Now the adept office almost frontier justice is it'south very thirst quenching. The bad part is it'southward apt to exist incorrect as right.
John Ruth: Non in your example. In your example, yous'd have it coming. But other people, maybe non and then much.
Oswaldo Mobray: Simply ultimately what's the real deviation between the 2? The real difference is me, The Hangman. To me, it doesn't affair what y'all did, when I hang you lot, I volition go no satisfaction from your death, it's my job. I hang you lot 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 human being. And that dispassion is the very essence of justice, for justice delivered without dispassion, is always in danger of not being justice.
John Ruth: Amen.
John Ruth: We however got that deal we talked about in the wagon? I help you protect your 8 g, y'all help me protect my x?
Major Marquis Warren: Aye, I suppose.
John Ruth: One of them fellas is not what he says he is.
O.B Jackson: What is he?
John Ruth: [referring to Daisy] He'southward in cahoots with this one that's what he is. One of them, perhaps fifty-fifty ii of them, is here to see Domergue goes gratis. And to attain that goal, they'll impale everybody in hither. And they got them a couple of days, so all they got to exercise is sit tight and expect for a window of opportunity. And that'due south when they strike, huh b**ch?
Daisy Domergue: If you say and so, John.
Major Marquis Warren: Are y'all sure y'all ain't just being paranoid?
John Ruth: Our all-time bet is this duplicitous fella ain't as cool a customer as Daisy here. He won't have the leather patience it takes to just sit down hither and look. But waiting for an opportunity, and knowing it'southward the correct one, isn't so easy. If he tin can't handle it, he'll stop waiting. He'll effort and create his opportunity and that's when Mr. Jumpy reveals himself.
Major Marquis Warren: And what practice you got to say about all this?
Daisy Domergue: What do I got to say? About John Ruth's ravings? He'southward absolutely right. Me and one of them fellas is in cahoots and we're just waiting for everybody go to slumber. That's when we going to impale y'all all.
Full general Sandy Smithers: You knew my male child?
Major Marquis Warren: Yes. Yeah, I knew him.
Full general Sandy Smithers: You did not know my boy.
Major Marquis Warren: Accommodate yourself.
General Sandy Smithers: Did you know my son?
Major Marquis Warren: I know the day he died. Do y'all?
Full general Sandy Smithers: No.
Major Marquis Warren: You lot want to know what day that was? The day he met me. He came up hither to do a little n***** head hunting. By then the reward was five thousand and bragging rights. But back then to battle difficult rebs, five thousand to cut off a due north*****'s caput, at present that'south good coin. So the Johnny's climbed this mountain, looking for fortune. But there was no fortune to exist found. All they found was me. All them fellas came upward here sang a unlike tune, when they found themselves at the mercy of a n*****'due south gun. "Let's but forget it. I get my way, you go yours". That'south your boy Chester talking
General Sandy Smithers: Yous a Goddamn liar.
Major Marquis Warren: "If yous merely let me go home to my family, I'll swear, I'll never set foot in Wyoming again." That's what they all said. Begging for his life. Your boy told me his whole life story. And y'all was in that story, Full general. And when I knew me I had the son of the bloody n***** killer of Baton Rouge I knew me I was going to take some fun.
General Sandy Smithers: You shut your lying northward***** lips up!
Major Marquis Warren: Information technology was common cold the day I killed your boy. And I don't hateful snowy mountain in Wyoming cold, it was colder than that. And on that cold twenty-four hours, with your boy at the business concern end of my gun butt I fabricated him strip. Correct downwardly to his blank a**, then I told him to start walking. I walked his naked a** for two hours, 'fore his cold collapsed him.
Full general Sandy Smithers: You never even knew my boy?
Major Marquis Warren: Then he commits to begging again. Only this time, he wasn't begging to go home. He knew he'd never see his home once more. He wasn't begging for his life neither, because he knew that was long gone. All he wanted was a blanket. Now don't judge your male child too harshly, General. You own't never been common cold as your boy was that mean solar day. You'd be surprised what a man that cold would do for a blanket. want to know what your boy did? I took my large, bl**1000 p**ker out of my pants. And I fabricated him crawl through the snow on all fours over to it. Then I grabbed me a handful of that blackness pilus on the dorsum his caput, then I stuck my large, bl**k Johnson correct downwardly his goddamn throat. And information technology was full of blood, so information technology was warm. Yous bet your sweet a** it was warm. And Chester Charles Smithers s*cked on that warm bl**k dingus for long as he could. Starting to see pictures, ain't yous? Your boy, bl**k dudes dingus in his mouth, him shaking, him crying, me laughing, and him non understanding. But you understand, don't you, Sandy? I never did give your male child that coating. Even after all he did, and he did everything I asked. No blanket. That blanket was just a centre breaking a liar's promise. Kind of like those uniforms the matrimony issued those colored troopers, that yous chose not to acknowledge. So what you going to do, old man? Y'all going to spend the next 2 or three days ignoring the n***** that killed your boy? Ignoring how I made him endure? Ignoring how I made him lick all over my Johnson? The dumbest thing your boy ever did was to let me know he was your boy.
Chapter Four: Domergue's Got a Secret
Daisy Domergue: When you lot become to hell, John, tell them Daisy sent you lot.
John Ruth: [strikes down Ruth] Mannix, the coffee!
Major Marquis Warren: [pointing his gun at Daisy's head later on she's killed Ruth] Requite me that f***ing gun. Don't test me, b**ch.
Major Marquis Warren: Everybody keep your oral fissure close and exercise like I say. Y'all open your rima oris, you going to get a bullet. Y'all movement a fiddling sudden or a little strange, you going to become a bullet. Not a warning, not a question, a bullet. You got that? Let me hear you say "I got it".
Sheriff Chris Mannix: I got information technology.
Joe Cuff: I got it.
Bob: I got it.
Oswaldo Mobray: Nosotros accept it.
Major Marquis Warren: [to Mannix] At present similar I said, anybody does annihilation. And I mean, anything. Kill them.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: So y'all finally decided I'g telling the truth about being the sheriff of Red Stone, huh?
Major Marquis Warren: I don't know about all that. But I know you lot ain't the killer who poisoned that coffee because you nigh drunk information technology your ain damn self. Only one of them is.
Daisy Domergue: You grand*therf***ing bl**k b****rd! You're going to die on this mountain and I'm going to f***ing express mirth when you do!
Major Marquis Warren: What'd I say about talking? Meant information technology, didn't I? And yous need to understand, yous killed the only man here committed to getting you to Reddish Rock alive.
Major Marquis Warren: At present, one of you all is working with her. Or two of you all is working with her. Or all you all is but only i of you lot poisoned the coffee. So what charms this b**ch got, take a man brave a blizzard, kill in cold blood, I'thou sure I don't know. But John Ruth's trying to hang your adult female, so y'all impale him. Okay, perhaps. Simply O.B. wasn't hanging nobody. He damn sure would. Simply he sure enough led over in that location dead now, though, ain't he? He damn certain is, you sons of b**ches. Just like any i of us who would've drank that coffee. Similar me, goddammit. Now those of you all with your easily on the wall don't practice in poison need to call back about that. Call back about how it could've been you rolling around here on this floor. And about the men standing next to you would be responsible.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: And I know who I got my money on. Yeah, that's right, Joe Cuff, I'1000 looking at you.
Major Marquis Warren: Non then fast, Chris. We'll get there. Let's slow it downwardly. Let's slow information technology style down.
Major Marquis Warren: Who fabricated the coffee?
[referring to Ruth'due south dead trunk]
Bob: He did.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Yep, he did, didn't he?
Major Marquis Warren: Yeah, he did, didn't he? But it's the stew that'southward got me thinking.
Major Marquis Warren: See, my mama used to make stew. And it always tasted the aforementioned, no matter the meat. And in that location was another fellow on the plantation, Uncle Charlie. He fabricated stew too and like my mama'south. I ate his stew from the time I was a whipper, to I was a full grown man. And no thing the meat, it always tasted like Uncle Charlie' stew. Now I ain't had Minnie's stew in half dozen months, so I own't no expert, but that damn sure is Minnie's stew. And so if Minnie'due south on the Due north side visiting her mama for a week, how'd she make the stew this morning? And this? This is Sugariness Dave's chair. When I saturday in it before, I couldn't believe it. Nobody sits in Sweet Dave'south chair. Now this may be Minnie's place, but this is damn sure Sweet Dave's chair. And if he went to the Northward side I'thou pretty Goddamn sure this chair's be going with him.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: What's in the chair?
Major Marquis Warren: But what I idea. Sweet Dave's goddamn blood.
Bob: So are you actually accusing me of murder?
Major Marquis Warren: The fashion I see it, Senior Bob, is whoever's working with her, ain't who they say they is. And if information technology'southward you, that means Minnie and her human being own't at her mama'south, they're lying out back there dead somewhere. Or if it'due south y'all, niggling British man, the real Oswaldo Mobray is lying in a ditch somewhere and you're simply an English fella passing off his papers.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Or we go by my theory, which is the ugliest guy did it. Which makes information technology you, Joe Gage.
Bob: And so I take it you've deduced the coffee was poisoned while yous were murdering the old man?
Major Marquis Warren: Yeah.
Bob: Well, mi n*gro amigo, during that whole incident I was sitting on that side of the room, playing "Silent Night" on the piano.
Major Marquis Warren: Oh, I didn't say you lot poisoned the java. I said you didn't make the stew.
Major Marquis Warren: [to Bob] My theory is you're working with the human who poisoned the java. And both of you lot all murdered Minnie, Sugariness Dave and whoever else picked this bad luck day to visit Minnie's Haberdashery this morning time. And at some point, you all intented to bushwhack John Ruth and gratuitous Daisy. Just you didn't count on the blizzard and yous didn't count on the two of united states of america. That's as far as I got. How am I doing?
Bob: Your a existent imaginative n*****, own't you? So, do you intend to murder me based on a far fetched northward***** theory? Or can you testify it, cabrone?
Major Marquis Warren: [laughing] Information technology ain't and so far fetched, Senior Bob. And it's a little scrap more than my theory.
Major Marquis Warren: How long y'all say you been working for Minnie'southward?
Bob: Iv months.
Major Marquis Warren: If y'all'd take been here two and half years agone, you'd know about the sign used to hang to a higher place the bar. Minnie mentioned that to you?
Bob: No.
Major Marquis Warren: You know what that sign said, Senior Bob? "No dogs or Mexicans immune." Minnie hung that sign up the twenty-four hour period she opened this haberdashery. And information technology hung over that bar every twenty-four hour period till she took it dowm a little over two years ago. You know why she took information technology downwards? She started letting in dogs.
Major Marquis Warren: At present Minnie likes just most everybody, just she sure don't like Mexicans. And then when you tell me, Minnie went to North side to visit her mama? Well I find that highly unlikely, only okay. Peradventure. But when you tell me Minnie Mink took the haberdashery, the most precious thing to her in the whole world, and left it in hands of a Goddamn Mexican? Well that's what I meant in the befouled when I said, "That sure don't audio like Minnie". Now I am calling y'all a liar, Senior Bob. And if you lying, which yous are, then you killed Minnie, and Sweetness Dave.
Major Marquis Warren: [after killing Bob] 4 measly bullets and there goes Senior Bob. That still don't get us no closer to which one of you all poisoned the coffee, though. Does it, Chris?
Sheriff Chris Mannix: No, it sure don't.
Major Marquis Warren: Now one of you all poisoned this coffee, to free Daisy. If I don't hear a confession from i of yous one thousand*therf***ers quick, fast and in a hurry, I'chiliad going to pull this whole pot of coffee, down that b**ches Goddamn throat. Okay, time's up.
[he starts walking over to Daisy]
Joe Gage: Stop! Alright, I did it. It was me. I poisoned the java.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Oh, I f***ing knew it! You going to dice now, you murdering b****rd! Major Warren, please allow me send this ugly son of a b**ch to hell. You killed O.B., he's worth 10 of you lot! Warren, can I kill him?
Chapter Six: Blackness Human being, White Hell
Daisy Domergue: You're going to die on this mountain, Chris. My brother leds an army of men-
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Horses**t! My daddy led an army, he led a renegade army, fighting for a lost cause! My daddy held upwards to four hundred men together after the war with nothing but their respect in his command! Your brother'southward but a owl hoot who led a gang of killers!
[Mannix starts swaying]
Sheriff Chris Mannix: I don't experience then good.
[of a sudden Mannix collapses unconscious]
Major Marquis Warren: Oh, s**t.
Major Marquis Warren: Yous withal alive, white boy? Mannix? F***! Hey, boy! Get up! Chris Mannix! Your a** own't nailed to the floor! Wake the f*** up!
[Daisy finally manages to hack off Ruth'due south arm, freeing herself]
Major Marquis Warren: Wake upwardly, white boy!
Sheriff Chris Mannix: [sudden shoots Daisy] I ain't expressionless yet, y'all bl**k b****rd.
Major Marquis Warren: Chris Mannix, I may take misjudged you.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: [prepares to shoot Daisy over again] Now we've come to the part of the story where I blow your goddamn head off.
Major Marquis Warren: No! No, no don't shoot her!
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Why the hell not?
Major Marquis Warren: John Ruth. Now John Ruth was one mighty, mighty b****rd. But the last thing that b****rd did earlier he died was relieve your life. We going to dice, white boy. We ain't got no say in that. Simply there's one thing left we do take a say in, and that's how nosotros impale this b**ch. Now I say, shooting's to good for her. John Ruth could've shot her anywhere,
anytime along the way, but John Ruth was the hangman and when the hangman catches you, you don't die by no bullet. When the hangman catches y'all, you hang.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: "Now you merely need to hang mean b****rds. But hateful b****rds, y'all need to hang".
[the both start laughing]
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Every bit my first and terminal act as the sheriff of Red Rock, I sentence yous, Domergue, to hang past the neck until expressionless.
Major Marquis Warren: [as Daisy starts choking to death] Hang on, Daisy. I want to picket.
Major Marquis Warren: Now that was a nice dance.
Sheriff Chris Mannix: That sure was pretty.
[Mannix are both bleeding to expiry about to dice at any moment]
Sheriff Chris Mannix: Hey. Tin I see that Lincoln letter?
[Warren handss over the to Mannix]
Sheriff Chris Mannix: "Beloved Marquis, I promise this letter finds y'all in adept health and state. I'yard doing fine, although I wish there were more than hours in the twenty-four hours. There'southward merely so much to do. Time is changing slowly only surely and information technology's men like yous that will make a difference. Your military success is a credit, not just to you lot, only your race also. I'm very proud every fourth dimension I heard news of you. We still take a long way to get, but hand in hand, I know we'll get there. I just want to let you know you're in my thoughts. Hopefully our paths volition cross in the futurity. Until then I remain your friend. Ol' Mary Todd is calling, and then I gauge information technology must be time for bed. Respectfully, Abraham Lincoln."
[to Warren]
Sheriff Chris Mannix: "Ol' Mary Todd," that's a nice touch.
Major Marquis Warren: [chuckles] Yeah. Thank you.
[Mannix crumples the letter upward and tosses it on the flooring nearby]
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