The Hateful Eight Page #2

was suppose to be easy.

No one said

it was suppose to be that hard, nether.

But that little lady,

is why they call him "The Hangman".

When the handbill says

Dead or Alive, the rest of

us shoot ya' in the back

from up on top of a perch

somewhere, bring ya' in dead over a saddle.

But when John Ruth The Hangman catches ya',

you don't die by a bullet in the back.

When The Hangman catches you...

you hang.

You overrate 'em n*gger.

I'll give you he got guts.

But in the brains department,

he like a man who took a

high dive in a low well.

Now Daisy,

I want us to work out a

signal system of communication.

When I elbow you real hard in the face...

that means:
Shut up.

You got it?

I got it.

I...

I know we only met each other once before.

And I don't mean to unduly

imply intimacy. But...

Well...

You still got it?

I still got, what?

The Lincoln letter?

Of course.

Do you got it on you?

Where?

Right here.

Look, I know you gotta'

be real careful with it and all.

I can imagine you probably

don't like to take

it in an'out of the

envelope all that often.

But if you wouldn't mind,

i'd sure appreciate seein' that again.

You right,

I don't like taking it in an'out

of the envelope that much.

- Yeah.

- But...

as your saving my life an' all,

I suppose I could let you read it again.

"Ole Mary Todd's callin',

so I guess it must be time for bed"

Ole Mary Todd.

That gets me.

That gets me too.

You know what this is, tramp?

It's a letter from Lincoln.

It's a letter from Lincoln to him.

They shared a correspondence

during the war.

They was pen pals.

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.

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