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[singing "Jim Jones at Botany Bay" as she keeps tabs on John Ruth] Daisy Domergue:
Listen for a moment, lads, and hear me tell m' tale / How o'er the sea from England shore, I was condemned to sail / The jury found me guilty, sir, and said the judge, said he / For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you across the stormy sea. Take my tip before you ship to join the iron gang / Don't be too gay in Botany Bay or else you'll surely hang / Or else you'll surely hang, says he, and after that, Jim Jones / High up... high up upon... high up upon the gallows tree, the crows will pick your bones. You'll have no chance for mischief there, remember what I say / They'll flog the poaching out of you out there in Botany Bay / Waves were high upon the sea, the winds a-pproacing gales / I'd rather drowned in misery than gone to New South Wales. The waves were high upon the seas when the pirates came along / The soldiers on the convict ship were full five hundred strong / They opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away / I'd rather joined that pirate ship than gone to Botany Bay. And one dark night, when everything is quiet in the town... [sees John Ruth and O.B. pouring cups of coffee] Daisy Domergue:
I'll kill you bastards one and all, I'll gun the floggers down/ Give them all a little shock, remember what I say / They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay. [John Ruth walks up to her with coffee] John 'The Hangman' Ruth:
That's the one you like to sing in the stagecoach, huh? Daisy Domergue:
Yeah. John 'The Hangman' Ruth:
It's kind of pretty. Got another verse to it? [takes a sip of the coffee] John 'The Hangman' Ruth:
Well, go ahead. Sing it. Daisy Domergue:
[smiles coyly]
Whatever you say, John. [returns to singing] Daisy Domergue:
Now day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves / Toil and toil and when we die must fill dishonored graves / Bye and bye, I'll break m' chains and to the bush I'll go / And you'll be dead behind me, John, when I get to Mexico. John 'The Hangman' Ruth:
Give me that guitar! [rips the guitar out of Daisy's hands] John 'The Hangman' Ruth:
Music time's over! [proceeds to smash the guitar against a support beam]
Listen for a moment, lads, and hear me tell m' tale / How o'er the sea from England shore, I was condemned to sail / The jury found me guilty, sir, and said the judge, said he / For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you across the stormy sea. Take my tip before you ship to join the iron gang / Don't be too gay in Botany Bay or else you'll surely hang / Or else you'll surely hang, says he, and after that, Jim Jones / High up... high up upon... high up upon the gallows tree, the crows will pick your bones. You'll have no chance for mischief there, remember what I say / They'll flog the poaching out of you out there in Botany Bay / Waves were high upon the sea, the winds a-pproacing gales / I'd rather drowned in misery than gone to New South Wales. The waves were high upon the seas when the pirates came along / The soldiers on the convict ship were full five hundred strong / They opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away / I'd rather joined that pirate ship than gone to Botany Bay. And one dark night, when everything is quiet in the town... [sees John Ruth and O.B. pouring cups of coffee] Daisy Domergue:
I'll kill you bastards one and all, I'll gun the floggers down/ Give them all a little shock, remember what I say / They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay. [John Ruth walks up to her with coffee] John 'The Hangman' Ruth:
That's the one you like to sing in the stagecoach, huh? Daisy Domergue:
Yeah. John 'The Hangman' Ruth:
It's kind of pretty. Got another verse to it? [takes a sip of the coffee] John 'The Hangman' Ruth:
Well, go ahead. Sing it. Daisy Domergue:
[smiles coyly]
Whatever you say, John. [returns to singing] Daisy Domergue:
Now day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves / Toil and toil and when we die must fill dishonored graves / Bye and bye, I'll break m' chains and to the bush I'll go / And you'll be dead behind me, John, when I get to Mexico. John 'The Hangman' Ruth:
Give me that guitar! [rips the guitar out of Daisy's hands] John 'The Hangman' Ruth:
Music time's over! [proceeds to smash the guitar against a support beam]
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And like poor galley slaves
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We toil and toil and when we die
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Must fill dishonored graves
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By and by I'll break my chains
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And to the bush I'll go
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And you'll be dead behind me John
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When I get to Mexico
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Movie Summary
Bounty hunters seek shelter from a raging blizzard and get caught up in a plot of betrayal and deception.

