CHRIS

  Just make yourself comfortable.

  MAJ.WARREN

  Don’t worry about my comfort, I can’t feel my ass no more. Worry about these owl hoots and that bushwackin’ nut shooter in the basement.

  Chris starts negotiating with the fella’ in the basement.

  CHRIS

  Alright… you… fella’ in the basement. You either give up by the time I count to three… or… I shoot Domergue in the head.

  Chris on one side of the bed, points the rifle in Domergue’s direction.

  Warren points his pistol at Domergue.

  CHRIS

  One!..… Two!..…

  JODY (OS)

  Don’t shoot her in the head! I’m comin’ up!

  MAJ.WARREN

  Not so fast bushwacking nut shooter… first open the door… but you don’t come out till we tell you come out.

  The door OPENS.

  But Jody keeps duck down in the basement.

  CHRIS

  Now throw out your pistols!

  A single PISTOL flies up out of the basement, landing with a CLUNK on the hard wood floor.

  CHRIS

  Now the other one!

  JODY (OS)

  I only have one!

  MAJ.WARREN

  Well then you better shit a pistol outta’ your ass, cause if you don’t throw another one up here in the next two seconds, this bitch is gonna’ die!

  Beat.

  Then a second PISTOL plops up out of the basement and onto the hard wood floor with a THUD.

  CHRIS

  Now, with your hands where we can see ’em, slowly come on up!

  Jody starts to climb out of the basement… slowly.… he emerges from the hole in the floor.

  Like Winnie the Pooh, he’s half in—half out.

  He looks to Maj.Warren and Chris with their guns on the bed. Then turns around and sees his sister on the floor. Their eyes meet.

  JODY

  How you doin’ dummy?

  DOMERGUE

  (gives a toothless smile)

  Better now I see your ugly face.

  Jody smiles…

  WHEN

  Maj.Warren shoots him in the back of the head…

  His scalp flies off…

  CU DOMERGUE

  His blood and brains SPLASH her in the face.

  She screams!

  Jody’s body disappears in the basement.

  Maj.Warren yells after it;

  MAJ.WARREN

  How do you like that one, bushwacking nutshooter?

  DOMERGUE

  You fucking bastard! He was giving up!

  MAJ.WARREN

  Wrong bitch, he gave up.

  He turns his attention to Joe Gage against the back wall.

  MAJ.WARREN

  Joe Gage, shut that door.

  Joe Gage walks from the back wall, looks in the hole, and shuts the basement door.

  DOMERGUE

  Is he dead?

  Joe turns to her.

  JOE GAGE

  Yeah.

  (pause)

  Sorry, honey.

  (He turns to Maj.Warren)

  Can I sit in a chair?

  MAJ.WARREN

  Yeah.

  Joe Gage sits in the chair at the table across from the bed and next to Daisy.

  We CUT to

  underneath the table. The huge HOG LEG that Grouch Douglass stashed there in Chapter Five hangs by a nail under the table. We see Joe Gage’s legs enter under the table.

  DOMERGUE

  Mannix, you sure picked the wrong time to turn into a nigger lover!

  Don’t you see that nigger and John Ruth put you smack dab in the middle of danger? You’re about to be murdered in some nigger named Minnie’s house and you don’t even know why!

  CHRIS

  Okay bitch, I’ll bite… why?

  DOMERGUE

  I am workin’ with all three of them fella’s… but not because they got butterflies in their belly ‘bout me. We’re all gang members. THE JODY DOMERGUE GANG. That fella’ you just killed in the basement was Jody Domergue.

  MAJ.WARREN

  Last I heard about The Domergue Gang, they were deep in Mexico, around Chihuahua? What’d bring ’em out this way?

  DOMERGUE

  Me. I’m Jody’s sister.

  CHRIS

  Then how come y’all have different names?

  DOMERGUE

  We don’t, idiot!

  CHRIS

  Who the hell is Jody Doe–ming–grey?

  DOMERGUE

  Wanna’ tell ’em bounty man?

  MAJ.WARREN

  (to Chris)

  He’s a big bad cat. He’s worth fifty thousand dollars, and every member of his gang is worth at least ten.

  (to Domergue)

  Which finally explains why you’re worth ten.

  DOMERGUE

  (to Maj.Warren)

  And what’s gonna’ happen when that sun comes out nigger, so is my brother’s fifteen men—comin’ straight here for us!

  (to Joe)

  Tell ’em Grouch!

  JOE(GROUCH)

  Jody’s got fifteen men waitin’ in Red Rock. If we weren’t able to kill John Ruth and free Daisy here, it’s their job to sack the town, kill John Ruth and free Daisy there.

  (to Chris)

  But the point is Chris, you ain’t part of this drama. We are, Warren is, Ruth was, but you ain’t. So… let’s make a deal?

  CHRIS

  (to Domergue)

  You’re gonna’ make a deal with me? I just shot Oswaldo.

  DOMERGUE

  Yeah, but he shot you too, and he shot you first. And that was before you knew the situation, but now you know the situation. Look, this only works if we’re all reasonable.

  (to Oswaldo)

  Pete, tell ’em no hard feelin’s?

  OSWALDO

  (coughs blood)

  No worries, mate.

  DOMERGUE

  Now with my brother dead, I’m in charge of this gang. Right boys?

  JOE GAGE / OSWALDO

  That’s right, Daisy!

  DOMERGUE

  And Chris I’m tellin’ you, you ain’t done anything yet, we can’t forgive. So… let’s make a deal?

  The SWEATY, and NOW TREMBLING Maj.Warren COCKS BACK the hammer on his pistol.…

  MAJ.WARREN

  (to Domergue)

  No deals, tramp!

  Jackrabbit quick, she spits to Chris;

  DOMERGUE

  You gonna’ let that nigger speak for you Chris?

  Maj.Warren starts to point the pistol in Daisy’s direction.

  When Chris turns to him and calls out;

  CHRIS

  Hold it Warren!

  Seein’ as she ain’t got nothin’ to sell, I’m kinda curious about her sales pitch.

  Humor me.

  (to Domergue)

  Alright bitch, what’s your deal?

  DOMERGUE

  Easy. Take your gun and shoot that nigger dead. Then  we sit here all nice like for the next two days. When the snow melts, we go to Mexico, and you go on to Red Rock to get that star pinned on your chest.

  (to Oswaldo)

  Hey Pete, how much can we pay him?

  Oswaldo (English Pete), dying in Sweet Dave’s Chair, drops his foppish accent and says;

  OSWALDO (ENGLISH PETE)

  (to Domergue)

  Well, we can give ’em Marco.

  (to Chris)

  Bob’s real name is “Marco The Mexican”. He’s worth twelve thousand dollars.

  MAJ.WARREN

  (to Oswaldo)

  That’s “Marco The Mexican”?

  OSWALDO (ENGLISH PETE)

  Precisely.

  MAJ.WARREN

  Well, after I blew his face off, Marco ain’t worth a peso.

  OSWALDO (ENGLISH PETE)

  Well then… if I die in the next two days, which is more than likely, you can have me. Under the name ENGLISH PETE HICOX I’ve gotta’ fifteen thousand dollar federal bounty on my head.

  (he points at Chris with a finger from a bloody red hand)

  And it’s all yours Chris.

  Maj.Warren threatens English Pete with his gun.

  MAJ.WARREN

  Keep talkin’ Pete, you gonna’ talk yourself to death.

  (he shifts his eyes over to Joe Gage)

  Who you be, Joe Gage?

  JOE GAGE

  GROUCH DOUGLASS.

  CHRIS

  (to Maj.Warren)

  You know ’em?

  MAJ.WARREN

  (to Chris)

  Yeah, I know of Grouch Douglass. He’s worth ten thousand, just like Domergue.

  CHRIS

  (to Domergue)

  Remind me why wouldn’t we just kill all y’all and cash in?

  Domergue reminds him.

  DOMERGUE

  (to Chris)

  Oh, you can kill us all. But you’ll never spend a cent of that bounty money. And you’ll never leave this mountain alive.

  (beat)

  Because when that snow melts, the rest of Jody’s gang—all fifteen of ’em—that were waiting in Red Rock are comin’ here.

  (changing tone)

  Now let’s say you shoot us all. If you want all that Domergue Gang bounty money, you still got to get all our corpses into Red Rock. And that ain’t gonna’ be so easy. Cause I doubt you can drive a four horse team. And that wagon out there is too heavy for a two horse team. So that means you’re gonna’ hafta’ lead a string of horses into Red Rock. And with that deep snow after a blizzard, you ain’t gonna’ be able to get away with any more then one body per horse. So that’s YOU, leading a string of FOUR horses into Red Rock.

  And with all them horses, in that snow, and you all by your lonesome… you’re gonna’ be a mite poky.

  And you’re gonna’ run smack dab into The Domergue Gang.

  (to Grouch)

  And again Grouch, how many is that?

  GROUCH DOUGLASS

  Fifteen killers strong.

  DOMERGUE

  And when those fifteen killers come across you, in possession of all of our dead bodies, they ain’t just gonna’ kill you and that nigger. They’re gonna’ go back to Red Rock and kill every son-of-a-bitch in that town.

  You really the Sheriff of Red Rock?

  You wanna’ save the town?

  Then shoot that nigger dead!

  Maj.Warren on the big iron bed FIRES his pistol.

  Domergue’s FOOT IS ALMOST BLOWN OFF by Maj.Warren’s pistol.

  Not because Maj.Warren was trying to shoot her in the foot. When he pulled the trigger he was positive it was a head shot. He’s trembling so badly he can barely hold the pistol.

  DOMERGUE’S SCREAMS

  fill the rafters!

  DOMERGUE

  Jesus Christ!

  MAJ.WARREN

  Oh, you believe in Jesus now, huh bitch? Good, cause you gonna’ meet ’em.

  The SWEATING AND TREMBLING MAJ.WARREN turns his pistol on the whole room, and says; “Anybody else wanna’ make a deal?”

  ENGLISH PETE HICOX (OSWALDO)

  dying in Sweet Dave’s Chair, looks at the bloody Daisy on the floor. Then takes a glance at his old friend Grouch Douglass standing against the wall at the mercy of Warren’s and Chris’ pistols. Knowing he ain’t living through no blizzard, English Pete makes a move for his old friends. He coughs up a little more blood into the handkerchief, raises up a bloody finger, and says up to Chris;

  ENGLISH PETE (OSWALDO)

  Deal still goes Chris. You didn’t do anything we can’t forgive. It’s still all on that nigger. Shoot ’em dead, take my body, and sit out the snow with Daisy and Grou—

  MAJ.WARREN BLOWS ENGLISH PETE OUTTA’ his chair with his pistol.

  UNDER THE TABLE

  Grouch grabs the gun.

  Joe Gage stands up holding his HOG LEG and FIRES A BLAST towards the bed.

  It HITS THE PILLOW EXPLODING IT.

  Maj.Warren FIRES his pistol, hitting Joe Gage spinning him around…

  Chris FIRES his pistol-rifle, hitting Joe and spinning him around…

  Chris Mannix FIRES his pistol-rifle again, hitting Joe Gage spinning him around to the other end of the room.

  Joe Gage hits the floor and dies.

  Maj.Warren turns his pistol on Domergue… He cocks back the hammer.

  She closes her eyes.

  CLICK.

  His gun is empty.

  Everybody looks at everybody realizing the situation from their own selfish point of view.

  Chris says to Domergue, as if they hadn’t stopped talking;

  CHRIS

  So we sit here all nice and friendly like for the next two days, then the snow melts, and you leave here, meet up with your gang, and high tail it to Mexico? That’s the deal, right?

  DOMERGUE

  Yeah.

  CHRIS

  And I get Oswaldo and Joe Gage?

  DOMERGUE

  Yeah.

  CHRIS

  Jody’s worth fifty thousand, what about his body?

  MAJ.WARREN

  You’re gonna’ make a deal with that diabolical bitch?

  CHRIS

  I’m not sayin’ I’m gonna’ make a deal with her. We’re just talkin’. Calm down.

  (to Domergue)

  So what about Jody’s body and the fifty thousand?

  DOMERGUE

  You’re getting greedy Reb. No deal. We’re takin’ Jody’s body back with us. He’s got children.

  CHRIS

  So I kill Warren and we’re all friends?

  DOMERGUE

  Yeah.

  Chris thinks about it, and says;

  CHRIS

  No deal tramp.

  DOMERGUE

  Chris, you’re makin’ the biggest mistake of your life! When our boys get here in a coupla’ days, they’re gonna’ cut your nuts off. And there won’t be a stick left in that town unburnt.

  Both Chris and Warren are losing a lot of blood.

  A big pool of blood from Chris’ leg sits at his feet under his chair.

  The bed is soaked in blood, and dripping into a pool on the floor.

  Chris painfully stands up from the chair.

  CHRIS

  Well I guess I should be plum scared right now, huh?

  DOMERGUE

  If you had any brains, you would be.

  CHRIS

  You see, here’s the problem, Daisy.

  In order for me to be scared of your threats, I gotta’ believe in those fifteen extra gang members waitin’ it out in Red Rock.

  And boy oh boy I sure don’t.

  What I believe is, Joe Gage or Grouch Douglass or whatever the fuck his name was, poisoned the coffy, and you watched him do it.

  And you watched me pour a cup, and you didn’t say shit.

  And… I believe you are what you’ve always been, a lyin’ bitch who will do anything to cheat that rope waitin’ for you in Red Rock. Including shittin’ out fifteen extra gang members whenever she needs be.

  Using the chair as a crutch he moves away from the bed, more in her direction.

  CHRIS

  And I believe, when it comes to what’s left of the Jody Doe-ming-grey Gang, I’m lookin’ at ’em right now dead on this mothrfuckin’ floor.

  DOMERGUE

  Then you’re gonna’ die on this mountain, Chris. Because my brother leads an army of men.

  CHRIS

  Horse Shit! My daddy led an army, he led a renegade army fightin’ a lost cause! He held up to four hundred men together after the war with nothing but their respect in his command. Your brother’s just an owl hoot who led a gang of killers.

  Then the loss of blood, and the physical exertion, finally catches up with Chris.

  His eyes flutter and he says;

  CHRIS

  I don’t feel so good.

  Mannix passes out, hitting the floor hard.

  She moves towards the gun, the chain holding her wrist to John Ruth, stops her.

  Maj.Warren in bed, yells to Chris;

  MAJ.WARREN

  You still alive, boy?

  Domergue DRAGS John’s body to a shelf. On that shelf she picks up a hatchet, and starts HACKING John Ruth’s ARM OFF.

  Maj.Warren in the bed watches this and yells to Chris;

  MAJ.WARREN

  Unless your goddamn ass is nailed to the floor, you better wake the fuck up!

  Domergue has almost CHOPPED THROUGH the arm.

  Chris EYES FLUTTER.… he’s starting to come to.

  Domergue, after HACKING AWAY at the arm with a hatchet, gives it A FEW GOOD YANKS. The arm is TORN AWAY from John Ruth’s body, John’s arm still in the manacle, still chained to Domergue’s wrist.

  Domergue is FREE!

  Maj.Warren screams from his bed;

  MAJ.WARREN

  Wake up, white boy!

  She rises to her feet.

  Her EYES go to Chris’ pistol.

  Chris shakes the pain out of his head.

  Domergue makes a RUNNING GRAB/DIVE for the Pistol.

  Chris’ arm comes out of frame, picking up the gun, and FIRES HITTING Domergue in the shoulder, BLOWING her across the floor.

  CHRIS

  (to Maj.Warren)

  I ain’t dead yet, you black bastard.

  Maj.Warren breaks out in a hardy Spaghetti Western gallows laugh.

  MAJ.WARREN

  You know Chris, I may have misjudged you.

  Chris with his pistol barrel in Domergue’s face.

  CHRIS