Deadwood s03e01 Episode Script
Tell Your God to Ready for Blood
Fixin' toward a bloody outcome, boss.
Absenting myself don't change your fuckin' instructions Parp Parp Parp Parp Parp Slainte Slainte Parp Parp Whoop goggle Whoop goggle, boop boop.
Parp Hey! Hey! Get the fuck out! He come at me with his foreign gibberish.
You get the fuck out while I let you get the fuck out.
You too, you get out that way.
Leave him be or you'll be riding the Goddamn sled with him.
Get out! Parp Either of you cocksuckers want to talk funny at me? Good day, Sir.
Good day Wu's out of camp.
Store him in our corner of the icehouse Will you look this over? Certainly.
Words that doing the wrong jobs, piling on too heavy, or at odds over meaning I'll mark my suggestions Nothing showy is the main thing I understand Shall I gather my school supplies? I'm much obliged That's better, isn't it? Mm Over here? I will apologize, Mr.
Ellsworth, for what I am about to ask She wants to try it on the ceiling A coverlet, dark red, is packed with the linens in the gray leather trunk Back at the hotel It's near time in any case to take Sofia to school The settee is best sited with its spread upon it, would be your mother's idea Mr.
Ellsworth will help you gather your things, Darling, for school Young lady Goodbye Bye Will I bring you back a sandwich or a glass of milk? Just the coverlet, thank you I'd sooner be hanging from those hustings \Nthan stand on 'em giving a speech Nuttall's bartender's no hand at it either We both may get pelted with refuse Morning Good morning, Sofia Good morning Will we bake bread again today? Is it your vote we should? Yes And Mr.
Bullock for Sheriff, and Mr.
Star for Mayor And I will put the bread in to bake If I'm to believe what I read, you're heavily scheduled today Yes As to your meetin' with Hearst, if the chance comes up natural, stomp on the cocksucker's foot Morning Yes, Ma'am Off to the Bella Union like the moth to the fucking flame Miss Stubb's didn't name her destination I'm telling you where she's going And why don't you look for honest work? Miss Stubbs holds what I'm doing for honest She no more needs a watchman than she does a fucking balloonist And why should the young of this camp have to scurry past your man-toad figure to receive an education? The time they come for schoolin', I'm in back and out of sight Exposin' them to being terrified only when they use the privy Go get your load on, Jane Do not instruct me how to spend my day or to itemize for you my crowded itinerary you tub of blubber and guts! I've got 10 minutes yet to be out front! Might I give over the little one to you here? Of course When next we meet, young lady, I will be on the eye for warm bread Wants a coverlet from storage-Mrs.
Ellsworth-to consider atop the day bed Framing of a dream He's saying that to you, Seth Mr.
Ellsworth, no doubt on some menial domestic errand Sheriff! Forgive my raucous tone Mr.
Swearengen May we have a word? Once I've see 'em to school, I meet Hearst Very much what I'd have us speak of Can we plant beets again today? Yes "Thank you Thank you for the introduction, Sheriff.
" Sheriff Morning, Charlie Morning Miss Bullock Good morning, Mr.
Utter Morning there, little one, in your lovely go-to-school outfit Good morning Did the evening pass in quiet? The morning got a little busy Cornishman killed in the Gem His buddies come babbling to our office Dority kill him? The complainants can't speak right so I had to have them play act But I'm guessing no They up in the office still? Down in Hearst's shafts We'll say goodbye Goodbye Goodbye, Sofia Goodbye Goodbye there, little one Goodbye Thank you Hi Dorothy Good morning, James Good morning Nice thing, ain't it? The children? Will you attend the evening speeches, Richardson? If you let me Of course I will How else are you to vote with intelligence? I intend no lengthy remarks My tenure as Mayor speaks for me Will they have the Jew merchant instead? Well, let them then and welcome I caught you, Richardson Stuffin' spitbacks in your vile maw "Let tomorrow's omelets go empty.
" Is that your fuckin' attitude? You hurted me Shhh! Wash and stack, shit monkey Or ready yourself for worse Florence Nightingale Florence Nightingale is a nurse I know that, ya ignorant cocksucker Joanie Stubbs is a cocksucker I know that, you ignorant fuck Don't be sweatin' all over the gentleman's money And thank you for that rasher of shit Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory,forever and ever Amen Morning, Tess Morning, Joanie Git I can take him that I got it How's Cy? I don't know yet, Tess It's none of your business anyway Your only business is how you start the fucking day I'm clean Before you go to sleep, how are you supposed to start? I said I'm clean You answer my Goddamn question My snatch is clean Is the rest of your body clean? Yes What's next? The room where I receive, and that's fucking clean Well what's next after that? God damn you, Joanie What's next, Lila, if you ain't too fucking high? Our room where we rest Which don't it fuckin' stink in here? It does, Lila, like a hogwhore's cunt.
And I ain't loaded not to smell it Why don't you go, girl? Why don't you get to the muck where you're fuckin' headed anyway? Go on.
Git What are you doin' sittin' back there? Oh, please let me stay When I come back tonight, you better all be sweet for me to fuck Or have your damn bags packed, 'cause I'll throw every one of you out Move, Tess, move you know she's going to let her stay Come on in, Honey.
How are you? I'm all right Was the Doc by? Brightened my early mornin' Another day on the right side of the ledger far as puss How's the action outside? It's quiet Either clown upright to tell you what the action was? I didn't ask.
I guess you'd stopped in on the whores Well, you might have mistook, Cy, pickin' Tess over Lila to see to 'em Lila's on the needle Well, Tess ain't pickin' up the bit Maybe she's unsure of her place, you in and out of our lives Well, fresh water You're not leaving yet, are you? Right here, Cy, on the side table Act like a fucking baby, don't I? "Oh, don't go.
" Where's my Good Book, honey? just next to you, in the bedfold I've been scooping out rain gutters for a month My fingers are bloody with sandin' You do recall you're only the transactions beard? You return to Star.
A sorry run at the tables, you can't support the loan he made you Well, what if he don't foreclose? Oh, you beg him to buy you out.
You may harm yourself You're up all hours, "What have I fucking done?" Or the like "Maybe I should fucking end it.
" Star ends owning that house is the necessary fucking conclusion Coffee! Ready That croaker seen to? At Wu's icehouse, under a tarp, in our corner Will you pour it without scalding me, huh? Breakfast? Bacon and eggs You know you could have said that before I went down You get in the kitchen I liked living in that place Why do I give a fuck? So why not force this morning's murder outside? You told us not to As he stank of a put-up job, I wanted to find out if we were meant for the venue Well, whoever put the job up can't be any too smart, 'cause them Cornish work for Hearst Murder a Cornish and you buy Hearst for an enemy You're a fucking miracle, Johnny It's close to a mortal certainty he ordered the murder himself Hearst? Shut up! He stages a murder in my fucking joint Wants Bullock to show his ass before he'll bless his fucking candidacy What does he require of the weather? Jesus Christ That's it-how you clean a fuckin' bloodstain, hey What if we stretched out the payments? I cannot fucking make it What the fuck was in my head to sign that note? Take it easy Take it easy, Mr.
Adams Take it off me Can't you? Ain't there some way to take it off?! Oh God! I'm in crisis too, needing awfully to piss Why not cork up and go on stage with that tragic fuckin' minstrel turn? Are you alone? Yes, Miss Bernhardt, I am Al wants Star to take over that house Why? Keep my ruddy color not askin' Al his reasons Disarray in your room Your last day when you left, disarray I sat on the bed I won't have it Did you hear me, Shaunessy? My last day I sat on the bed for three hours I had a glass of water Yes yes yes Very likely Uh, 1-F, $2 The book, please Ink on the floor Pen near blunted, possibly broke Binding's damaged.
I won't stand for it Give that back to the gimp What the fuck you trying to pull with Adam's fuckin' house? Star needs to move into that He's a candidate for office He can't whore-fuck no longer with impunity Who says I want to live in that house? You ain't You're installing at fucking Shaunessey's The fuck if I'll live in that shithole Shaunessy being richer by 50 for his common wall with Star's home-to-be and the passage he cut through it, so you and the Jew can fall upon each other away from prying eyes Fuck you, Al Fuck Shaunessey's And fuck the passage into Adam's fuckin' house Loopy cunt! The wrist business on Adam's house loan, Adams being nothing but his fucking stalking horse from the gambit's fucking beginning You sign to take those over, we'll move in your 12 possessions You will be free to come and go by your own front fucking door, and as you lay in your beddy-bye, I'll pop from the wall like Grandma Groundhog in a storybook and attend to your Johnson, as he'd not see you jeopardize your Mayor's campaign whore fucking in your place of business And I'll have installed in room 3-fucking-C or the like of Shaunessey's adjacent shitbox that he's paid Shaunessey to cut a hole through to ease my fuckin' fucking you Swearengen has? Who the fuck was I just talking to? I don't know.
You said you'd just gone to piss Man of the hour Quick prick-suck, Bullock? Sally forth to meet the great man with unencumbered thoughts? What happened in here this morning? Charlie Utter says a man was murdered, one of Hearst's workers I'd spare you the particulars till after your meeting concludes Why Why ask why? Why not honor the meeting's purpose? Speak as a candidate of your hopes for the camp and its future, confine yourself to generalities Suppose Hearst was this murder's architect? Suppose the workers were thieves or organizers? Why kill 'em in camp before witnesses? Maybe as message to me his domain includes my fucking joint, and to test your willingness to bend to his fucking will before he backs your candidacy What we know, fucking Bullock, is if when you two meet, Hearst does ask you to go easy, and you, for love of his type, say "Fuck yourself," no more illumination can come to us, because you will have muddied the fuckin' waters Is why I'd hoped you'd skirt the topic Has the body been eaten? The Cornish croaker? Wu's out of fucking camp Don't let it get eaten Oh, absolutely till your further full investigation As for your meeting with Hearst, may I offer a fervent Godspeed and hopes for your fucking self-control?! What am I, Lord, that I'm so helpless? Bullock.
He ascends, Richardson, to be dug at and sifted and shoveled till his crucial vein is exposed Then Hearst will empty him out Much anticipated, Mr.
Bullock some good solid talk between us What do you drink? No thanks I believe I won't either I'm told that you operate a hardware concern I'm partnered with Sol Star Ah, candidate for Mayor as you are for Sheriff And an officer of the Deadwood bank Sol's chief officer, yes And you are an officer too Yes The bank capitalized, as I understand, by Mrs.
Alma Garret Ellsworth Formerly quartered in this hotel and who has struck so rich in these hills Way back second to you Extraordinary, the story of that woman's adventures Do you suppose that its future chapters might be written elsewhere than the hills? What are your intentions? As to Mrs.
Ellsworth's holdings, I would shape those to the lady's preferences, and be pleased and grateful if you told her Do you need a handkerchief, Mr.
Bullock? No Unfortunate incident this morning at Swearengen's saloon Do you know about it? No One of my workmen was killed in a drunken shootout How will you deal with that, Sheriff? Depends what it was about? Who makes complaints? Mmm My worker was Cornish They are a clannish people I suppose another Cornish might complain I'd need to hear what he said then He may also indict the sunrise For men of that sort, events such as these are as natural Anyways May we speak of your ambitions? Another time I would want to support them, you see? I would want to back you to thank you for taking her my message I never said I'd take her your message Are you saying now that you won't? You stay out of our fuckin' affairs Oh affairs of that sort are not my interest, Mr.
Bullock My only passion is the color Excuse me Bullock, how did you like Mr.
Hearst? What are you doin'?! You piece of shit How have I given offense? You told him Call the law The Sheriff's killing the mayor In the thoroughfare, if I fucking need you Bullock? Bullock Bullock! Why are you beating Farnum in Mr.
Hearst's hotel? How are you , Sir? I am well, Mr.
Swearengen, and how are you? Bullock! Shall I have him seen to, Sir? He seems to need that My place, Sheriff? Boys! E.
B.
's had an accident Under your supervision, and then inform us on his further transport Yes Give the poor fuck your shoulders, boys, huh? Sheriff! Much experienced at the enterprise, Sir I haven't a doubt And once he's situated, may you and me speak? Of course You saw fuckin' nothing Jesus, Joseph and Mary Mrs.
Ellsworth? No You must drink this I will not awaken that demon, Doctor This has nothing to do with demons, Mrs.
Ellsworth This has to do with allaying the pain to get you through Leave the demons to God and trust the pain to me "A lady should not choose a man who chews tobacco.
" "It robs his pocket, soils his clothes and makes a chimney of his nose.
" Good, peek if one of 'em sees you, they give up attendance forever I suppose you didn't come to peek in I came to shit in the privy, which is where you're supposed to be during school hours How does it feel to take one sitting up? "The Jews burn sacrifices upon an altar of stone.
" Altars of the kind in the sentence are spelled "T-A-R," It's not so important always to be right, Mary, or to be first "Indians are sometimes very cruel.
" I'm pulling out as a candidate No, you aren't He'll use knowing to try to control me, have his way in the camp's affairs He asked me to get her to sell Oh, best leave the camp entirely as penance for having a prick You were right about the killing He didn't want it pursued Bleeding? He stopped Put him up on the fucking bed then No grand gestures, fucking Bullock, till I've had my talk with Hearst Do no fucking withdraw And no more beating up on Farnum that has to run against Star It's no certainty Hearst knew one Goddamn thing about Bullock putting it to the widow Hell of a beating for E.
B.
to take if he's innocent Oh, he's still way ahead of the game.
Nonetheless, we must now assume that Hearst does fucking know As going mad in front of him, Bullock might have tipped him as to the state of things How are you gonna go at Hearst? Don't I yearn for the days a draw across the throat made fucking resolution? Why, Dan, by composing my thoughts, tropes and gambits for the talk between us that is yet to come Will you excuse me? Sure Is she dying? She's not in imminent danger The baby? Your wife is still with child I saw the blood on the floor There wasn't as much blood as I'm sure it seemed to you Mrs.
Ellsworth must remain abed, And she must take the medicine I've given her, her fear of it notwithstanding And you must remain strong at her side I have to collect the child May I ask you to st I'll stay here till you come back, and then I'll go collect Trixie to help you Thank you, Doctor Who the fuck are all these people? Guess the stages are gonna be crowded Headed to collect the Missus? I just beat Farnum Meeting Hearst, I got the idea someone had told him bidness of mine Figured it was Farnum? If it'd been me, I'da gone ahead and killed him I wonder now if I might have mistook Fuck Farnum anyway If I tipped Hearst myself, is what I'm wondering now Ah And of my temper generally, I'm wondering about far as running for office Maybe you just don't want to speak tonight I know I don't want to speak wondering if I ought to withdraw Talking against my own interests being if you pull out, I won't have to speak from the audience far as conversing with your rival, what's your best fuckin' experience? Harry Manning? Huh I guess that once the two of us talked to him When he killed Bummer Dan by mistake And that was high fucking water So you'd hold me as fair calling Harry fucking outright dimwitted? You think better than the Sheriff with a shortish temper, which in certain Sheriffing situations is a plus, camp be better with Harry? Anyways You gonna have dinner with us? May be my last fucking meal if apoplexy takes me off my nervousness What if you won? I won't I'm only in it to make myself known Say you're fucking elected, Harrry, am I entitled to the fucking livery abandoned by the Nigger Hosteteler leaving its stock to starve? Well, I know you've took up its care And do you as Sheriff hold my fucking labor speaks for me, my diligent fuckin' efforts the last six fuckin' weeks? Well, uh, I'd hold with the law, Steve, whatever statute applied Well, oughtn't a "statue" have to do with justice and not just to bait back a fled fucking nigger looking to steal what a white man's worked for? Well, Hostetler ain't come back Why think he ever will? Because it's my family luck over centuries to get repeatedly fucked up the ass And here in this fucking camp is where the chain gets fucking broken And I'm askin' if you as Sheriff will stand with me?! Yeah, I ain't Sheriff I got problems enough today without kiting checks on tomorrow's That was a wiggle worthy of a fucking reptile, Harry Bullock took a position? I ain't asked Bullock! Fool that I am, I figured I'd give you first crack on the basis of our friendship But I guess I was mistaken I've got an idea Instead of running for office and tending bar why don't you just tend bar and let everybody punch you in the face? Hello, Jane Yeah, hello Several of the children's parents have told them you scouted for Custer I can't hear you! Severa of the children's parents have told them you scouted for Custer Not that the arrogant bastard ever heeded others' counsel Shall we fashion a story about your experiences, Jane, for the children to hear? Do you talk this low when you're teaching the children? Shall we fashion a story about your experiences, Jane, for the children to hear? Uh, I best say no My funds just now all go for liquor I see I fine myself for swearing amongst the young And just now, I need my money for booze We'd tell your story to avoid those Does that Mose Manuel horrify the children? No Gives 'em bad dreams at night? No, the children like Mose I expect he pisses you off No Well, he irritates the hell out of me Oh, I was just going, Sheriff I thought I left a bottle in here Must've left it in the shitpile outside Goodbye, Jane Good afternoon How was your meeting with Mr.
Hearst? We needn't be afraid is the main thing She'll not be of a sudden taken or the like The Doctor's guaranteed it So when we're with her, we needn't be worried Do you want to keep it? May not be a matter of my choosing As I suppose we both fucking know I'm asking if all the way down, you want to bring it into the world I want it very much Or if an accident befalling or fate intervening or however you want to fucking put it, might find a small part of you relieved I want my baby Then you're gonna lay down and be spoiled and put off proving what else you can do until after you've popped out this kid "Voters of the camp, do you see come before you some swollen and dissolute stranger? Do not mistake It is I, E.
B.
Farnum!" Lie back, E.
B "Beaten past recognition by a candidate for another office Lie the fuck back and listen I need your truthful reply Lie, I will know it, and death will be no respite I told Hearst nothing of Bullock and the widow I will profane your fucking remains, E.
B Not my remains, Al Gabriel's trumpet will produce you from the ass of a pig You told me not to tell him, and I didn't I believe you My pain is such that gives me no solace Well, try not to blame Bullock for presuming it was you, considering your fucking history Anyways, tonight's speeches are fucking canceled Nurse your fuckin' wouds Thank you I do not mean here All right Let me collect myself Cocksuckers !!! Say what you have to say Again for Merrick, Dan Gratis Uh, I'm due no special thanks, Al Facilitating presentation of the candidates is the honor and privilege of the press That's off, the presentation Is Farnum incapable of speech? Does Star refuse to take advantage? Other factors at play But surely Bullock and Harry Manning still can take to the hustings I got to notify the parties I'm an interested party too, Al And I require explanation Jesus Christ How interested are you? Enough to bleed to keep the business from being a fucking puppet show? I can imagine bleeding, if first I've been made to understand No one asked if you could imagine bleeding, or if you'd have tumbling or somersaults or cartwheels to bring you into the lists Drink and fuck on the house, but do not attempt to detain me In what state? We ain't in a state, Shaunessy What condition? The room? How much disarray? No fucking disarray But you nearly had brain on your walls Oooh! You see me empty, Sir, do not pause and inquire, simply assume and refill Would you rather we spoke in private? No, fuck, no I'd rather the gentleman stay Captain Turner I'd rather the Captain stay Brings home I consort with my betters I'll not dissemble, Sir Today's events have gave me pause Hmm Tell me what you mean The beating of Farnum most recently How is Mr.
Farnum? Worse for wear, not that I'd care if he weren't in your hire Where does the Sheriff get off taking off on one of your own? I don't consider Bullock came here to beat Farnum.
He and I had appointed to meet In my joint this morning, another of your workers was gut-shot, Mr.
Hearst Yes, I know Now this wasn't some hooplehead bullshit This had the feel of a put-up job I fear a plot against you I have learned to accept, Mr.
Swearengen, that events sharing some effect on my interests does not make them part of a plot You ain't the center of the universe, in other words Exactly Don't that lead you to despair? No, Sir You're stronger-minded than I Bullock beating Farnum seems more likely some expression of a private feeling of his own That leaves the bloodshed in my bar, Sir How do you account for that? Nor are the Cornish well-loved as a race Oh, not you through the Cornish Maybe the Cornish themselves were the object of the violence Well, they do tend to aggregate and organize to further their financial interests Unions Have you strong feeling on that subject? I don't give a fuck about unions, Mr.
Hearst Nor do I have any objection to the killing of the Cornish as high-graders aggregating organizing cocksuckers.
But bloodletting on my premises that I ain't approved I take as a fucking affront It puts me off my feed How do we know when you are off your feed? You'll start to see me tearing things down Speeches tonight are canceled Unless the insult's cured by tomorrow, there'll be further tearing down Fuck the fucking elections, and fuck the agreement with Yankton Let the camp return to its former repute : unstable and unsafe for commerce I'm a great believer in those Oh, stability, Sir, and commerce? I can fucking imagine Think of all they've helped you accomplish Shall I perceive you then as dangerous to my interests? As capable of inconvenience and of some damage and debt to those that would act against my interests, I cannot fucking argue with dangerous Different from powerful though, which speaks to potency longer term I'd not have myself called powerful in your company or the Captain's Then I'll hope that your insult is cured to spare the camp any danger of however brief a duration And to look for one fucking instant out of the other end of the telescope once placated I'm meek as a babe Dead You will want to converse with those friends of yours, Captain Turner, who argues with the Cornish Perhaps they'd care to pay another visit to the saloon I think I'll want to hear the talk Fucking pagan Tell your God to ready for blood Would you rather I didn't introduce you from the audience? Is it all so hard to remember? No, I, uh,I think I got it Unless you don't wanna Ought we to start soon for the hustings? Five minutes Adams may default on that house Asks me to assume his note That's a very pleasant house Uh, I-I'd never thought of myself as a homeowner It's very very spacious It's Albert Swearengen The speeches are postponed Is Farnum turned for the worse? I'd borrow the Sheriff a moment Evening, Jane Mrs.
Bullock asks me to author with her to give the children an account of my scouting for Custer I think I'd like to hear that story myself "Custer was a cunt.
The end.
" Yo, a piss puddle Must not have seen that when seating myself Why are you drinking so much? I drink what I'm able If that comes to much That's the day's affair and the liquor's You returning to the Bella Union? Not tonight As residence and workplace is my meaning Thos girls need looking out for And who will look out for you against that gut-stabbed cocksucker, weaving schemes from his coming to Jesus? I don't know Why is everybody fucking whispering all of a sudden? I said I don't know Do you mind if I stay here tonight? I'd be glad if you would I don't know why you started sleeping outside anyway Every day takes figuring out all over again how to fucking live Night, Jane Yep Pain-in-the-balls Hearst Running his holdings like a despot, I grant, has a fucking logic It's the way I fucking run mine.
It's the way I'd run my home if I fucking had one But there's no practical need for him to run the fucking camp That's out of scale It's out of proportion, and it's a warped unnatural impulse, this fucking cocksucker! Sorry Shall I go back down with you? It won't be just now He'll be wanting to marshal his cutthroats Do stay in hailing distance
Absenting myself don't change your fuckin' instructions Parp Parp Parp Parp Parp Slainte Slainte Parp Parp Whoop goggle Whoop goggle, boop boop.
Parp Hey! Hey! Get the fuck out! He come at me with his foreign gibberish.
You get the fuck out while I let you get the fuck out.
You too, you get out that way.
Leave him be or you'll be riding the Goddamn sled with him.
Get out! Parp Either of you cocksuckers want to talk funny at me? Good day, Sir.
Good day Wu's out of camp.
Store him in our corner of the icehouse Will you look this over? Certainly.
Words that doing the wrong jobs, piling on too heavy, or at odds over meaning I'll mark my suggestions Nothing showy is the main thing I understand Shall I gather my school supplies? I'm much obliged That's better, isn't it? Mm Over here? I will apologize, Mr.
Ellsworth, for what I am about to ask She wants to try it on the ceiling A coverlet, dark red, is packed with the linens in the gray leather trunk Back at the hotel It's near time in any case to take Sofia to school The settee is best sited with its spread upon it, would be your mother's idea Mr.
Ellsworth will help you gather your things, Darling, for school Young lady Goodbye Bye Will I bring you back a sandwich or a glass of milk? Just the coverlet, thank you I'd sooner be hanging from those hustings \Nthan stand on 'em giving a speech Nuttall's bartender's no hand at it either We both may get pelted with refuse Morning Good morning, Sofia Good morning Will we bake bread again today? Is it your vote we should? Yes And Mr.
Bullock for Sheriff, and Mr.
Star for Mayor And I will put the bread in to bake If I'm to believe what I read, you're heavily scheduled today Yes As to your meetin' with Hearst, if the chance comes up natural, stomp on the cocksucker's foot Morning Yes, Ma'am Off to the Bella Union like the moth to the fucking flame Miss Stubb's didn't name her destination I'm telling you where she's going And why don't you look for honest work? Miss Stubbs holds what I'm doing for honest She no more needs a watchman than she does a fucking balloonist And why should the young of this camp have to scurry past your man-toad figure to receive an education? The time they come for schoolin', I'm in back and out of sight Exposin' them to being terrified only when they use the privy Go get your load on, Jane Do not instruct me how to spend my day or to itemize for you my crowded itinerary you tub of blubber and guts! I've got 10 minutes yet to be out front! Might I give over the little one to you here? Of course When next we meet, young lady, I will be on the eye for warm bread Wants a coverlet from storage-Mrs.
Ellsworth-to consider atop the day bed Framing of a dream He's saying that to you, Seth Mr.
Ellsworth, no doubt on some menial domestic errand Sheriff! Forgive my raucous tone Mr.
Swearengen May we have a word? Once I've see 'em to school, I meet Hearst Very much what I'd have us speak of Can we plant beets again today? Yes "Thank you Thank you for the introduction, Sheriff.
" Sheriff Morning, Charlie Morning Miss Bullock Good morning, Mr.
Utter Morning there, little one, in your lovely go-to-school outfit Good morning Did the evening pass in quiet? The morning got a little busy Cornishman killed in the Gem His buddies come babbling to our office Dority kill him? The complainants can't speak right so I had to have them play act But I'm guessing no They up in the office still? Down in Hearst's shafts We'll say goodbye Goodbye Goodbye, Sofia Goodbye Goodbye there, little one Goodbye Thank you Hi Dorothy Good morning, James Good morning Nice thing, ain't it? The children? Will you attend the evening speeches, Richardson? If you let me Of course I will How else are you to vote with intelligence? I intend no lengthy remarks My tenure as Mayor speaks for me Will they have the Jew merchant instead? Well, let them then and welcome I caught you, Richardson Stuffin' spitbacks in your vile maw "Let tomorrow's omelets go empty.
" Is that your fuckin' attitude? You hurted me Shhh! Wash and stack, shit monkey Or ready yourself for worse Florence Nightingale Florence Nightingale is a nurse I know that, ya ignorant cocksucker Joanie Stubbs is a cocksucker I know that, you ignorant fuck Don't be sweatin' all over the gentleman's money And thank you for that rasher of shit Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory,forever and ever Amen Morning, Tess Morning, Joanie Git I can take him that I got it How's Cy? I don't know yet, Tess It's none of your business anyway Your only business is how you start the fucking day I'm clean Before you go to sleep, how are you supposed to start? I said I'm clean You answer my Goddamn question My snatch is clean Is the rest of your body clean? Yes What's next? The room where I receive, and that's fucking clean Well what's next after that? God damn you, Joanie What's next, Lila, if you ain't too fucking high? Our room where we rest Which don't it fuckin' stink in here? It does, Lila, like a hogwhore's cunt.
And I ain't loaded not to smell it Why don't you go, girl? Why don't you get to the muck where you're fuckin' headed anyway? Go on.
Git What are you doin' sittin' back there? Oh, please let me stay When I come back tonight, you better all be sweet for me to fuck Or have your damn bags packed, 'cause I'll throw every one of you out Move, Tess, move you know she's going to let her stay Come on in, Honey.
How are you? I'm all right Was the Doc by? Brightened my early mornin' Another day on the right side of the ledger far as puss How's the action outside? It's quiet Either clown upright to tell you what the action was? I didn't ask.
I guess you'd stopped in on the whores Well, you might have mistook, Cy, pickin' Tess over Lila to see to 'em Lila's on the needle Well, Tess ain't pickin' up the bit Maybe she's unsure of her place, you in and out of our lives Well, fresh water You're not leaving yet, are you? Right here, Cy, on the side table Act like a fucking baby, don't I? "Oh, don't go.
" Where's my Good Book, honey? just next to you, in the bedfold I've been scooping out rain gutters for a month My fingers are bloody with sandin' You do recall you're only the transactions beard? You return to Star.
A sorry run at the tables, you can't support the loan he made you Well, what if he don't foreclose? Oh, you beg him to buy you out.
You may harm yourself You're up all hours, "What have I fucking done?" Or the like "Maybe I should fucking end it.
" Star ends owning that house is the necessary fucking conclusion Coffee! Ready That croaker seen to? At Wu's icehouse, under a tarp, in our corner Will you pour it without scalding me, huh? Breakfast? Bacon and eggs You know you could have said that before I went down You get in the kitchen I liked living in that place Why do I give a fuck? So why not force this morning's murder outside? You told us not to As he stank of a put-up job, I wanted to find out if we were meant for the venue Well, whoever put the job up can't be any too smart, 'cause them Cornish work for Hearst Murder a Cornish and you buy Hearst for an enemy You're a fucking miracle, Johnny It's close to a mortal certainty he ordered the murder himself Hearst? Shut up! He stages a murder in my fucking joint Wants Bullock to show his ass before he'll bless his fucking candidacy What does he require of the weather? Jesus Christ That's it-how you clean a fuckin' bloodstain, hey What if we stretched out the payments? I cannot fucking make it What the fuck was in my head to sign that note? Take it easy Take it easy, Mr.
Adams Take it off me Can't you? Ain't there some way to take it off?! Oh God! I'm in crisis too, needing awfully to piss Why not cork up and go on stage with that tragic fuckin' minstrel turn? Are you alone? Yes, Miss Bernhardt, I am Al wants Star to take over that house Why? Keep my ruddy color not askin' Al his reasons Disarray in your room Your last day when you left, disarray I sat on the bed I won't have it Did you hear me, Shaunessy? My last day I sat on the bed for three hours I had a glass of water Yes yes yes Very likely Uh, 1-F, $2 The book, please Ink on the floor Pen near blunted, possibly broke Binding's damaged.
I won't stand for it Give that back to the gimp What the fuck you trying to pull with Adam's fuckin' house? Star needs to move into that He's a candidate for office He can't whore-fuck no longer with impunity Who says I want to live in that house? You ain't You're installing at fucking Shaunessey's The fuck if I'll live in that shithole Shaunessy being richer by 50 for his common wall with Star's home-to-be and the passage he cut through it, so you and the Jew can fall upon each other away from prying eyes Fuck you, Al Fuck Shaunessey's And fuck the passage into Adam's fuckin' house Loopy cunt! The wrist business on Adam's house loan, Adams being nothing but his fucking stalking horse from the gambit's fucking beginning You sign to take those over, we'll move in your 12 possessions You will be free to come and go by your own front fucking door, and as you lay in your beddy-bye, I'll pop from the wall like Grandma Groundhog in a storybook and attend to your Johnson, as he'd not see you jeopardize your Mayor's campaign whore fucking in your place of business And I'll have installed in room 3-fucking-C or the like of Shaunessey's adjacent shitbox that he's paid Shaunessey to cut a hole through to ease my fuckin' fucking you Swearengen has? Who the fuck was I just talking to? I don't know.
You said you'd just gone to piss Man of the hour Quick prick-suck, Bullock? Sally forth to meet the great man with unencumbered thoughts? What happened in here this morning? Charlie Utter says a man was murdered, one of Hearst's workers I'd spare you the particulars till after your meeting concludes Why Why ask why? Why not honor the meeting's purpose? Speak as a candidate of your hopes for the camp and its future, confine yourself to generalities Suppose Hearst was this murder's architect? Suppose the workers were thieves or organizers? Why kill 'em in camp before witnesses? Maybe as message to me his domain includes my fucking joint, and to test your willingness to bend to his fucking will before he backs your candidacy What we know, fucking Bullock, is if when you two meet, Hearst does ask you to go easy, and you, for love of his type, say "Fuck yourself," no more illumination can come to us, because you will have muddied the fuckin' waters Is why I'd hoped you'd skirt the topic Has the body been eaten? The Cornish croaker? Wu's out of fucking camp Don't let it get eaten Oh, absolutely till your further full investigation As for your meeting with Hearst, may I offer a fervent Godspeed and hopes for your fucking self-control?! What am I, Lord, that I'm so helpless? Bullock.
He ascends, Richardson, to be dug at and sifted and shoveled till his crucial vein is exposed Then Hearst will empty him out Much anticipated, Mr.
Bullock some good solid talk between us What do you drink? No thanks I believe I won't either I'm told that you operate a hardware concern I'm partnered with Sol Star Ah, candidate for Mayor as you are for Sheriff And an officer of the Deadwood bank Sol's chief officer, yes And you are an officer too Yes The bank capitalized, as I understand, by Mrs.
Alma Garret Ellsworth Formerly quartered in this hotel and who has struck so rich in these hills Way back second to you Extraordinary, the story of that woman's adventures Do you suppose that its future chapters might be written elsewhere than the hills? What are your intentions? As to Mrs.
Ellsworth's holdings, I would shape those to the lady's preferences, and be pleased and grateful if you told her Do you need a handkerchief, Mr.
Bullock? No Unfortunate incident this morning at Swearengen's saloon Do you know about it? No One of my workmen was killed in a drunken shootout How will you deal with that, Sheriff? Depends what it was about? Who makes complaints? Mmm My worker was Cornish They are a clannish people I suppose another Cornish might complain I'd need to hear what he said then He may also indict the sunrise For men of that sort, events such as these are as natural Anyways May we speak of your ambitions? Another time I would want to support them, you see? I would want to back you to thank you for taking her my message I never said I'd take her your message Are you saying now that you won't? You stay out of our fuckin' affairs Oh affairs of that sort are not my interest, Mr.
Bullock My only passion is the color Excuse me Bullock, how did you like Mr.
Hearst? What are you doin'?! You piece of shit How have I given offense? You told him Call the law The Sheriff's killing the mayor In the thoroughfare, if I fucking need you Bullock? Bullock Bullock! Why are you beating Farnum in Mr.
Hearst's hotel? How are you , Sir? I am well, Mr.
Swearengen, and how are you? Bullock! Shall I have him seen to, Sir? He seems to need that My place, Sheriff? Boys! E.
B.
's had an accident Under your supervision, and then inform us on his further transport Yes Give the poor fuck your shoulders, boys, huh? Sheriff! Much experienced at the enterprise, Sir I haven't a doubt And once he's situated, may you and me speak? Of course You saw fuckin' nothing Jesus, Joseph and Mary Mrs.
Ellsworth? No You must drink this I will not awaken that demon, Doctor This has nothing to do with demons, Mrs.
Ellsworth This has to do with allaying the pain to get you through Leave the demons to God and trust the pain to me "A lady should not choose a man who chews tobacco.
" "It robs his pocket, soils his clothes and makes a chimney of his nose.
" Good, peek if one of 'em sees you, they give up attendance forever I suppose you didn't come to peek in I came to shit in the privy, which is where you're supposed to be during school hours How does it feel to take one sitting up? "The Jews burn sacrifices upon an altar of stone.
" Altars of the kind in the sentence are spelled "T-A-R," It's not so important always to be right, Mary, or to be first "Indians are sometimes very cruel.
" I'm pulling out as a candidate No, you aren't He'll use knowing to try to control me, have his way in the camp's affairs He asked me to get her to sell Oh, best leave the camp entirely as penance for having a prick You were right about the killing He didn't want it pursued Bleeding? He stopped Put him up on the fucking bed then No grand gestures, fucking Bullock, till I've had my talk with Hearst Do no fucking withdraw And no more beating up on Farnum that has to run against Star It's no certainty Hearst knew one Goddamn thing about Bullock putting it to the widow Hell of a beating for E.
B.
to take if he's innocent Oh, he's still way ahead of the game.
Nonetheless, we must now assume that Hearst does fucking know As going mad in front of him, Bullock might have tipped him as to the state of things How are you gonna go at Hearst? Don't I yearn for the days a draw across the throat made fucking resolution? Why, Dan, by composing my thoughts, tropes and gambits for the talk between us that is yet to come Will you excuse me? Sure Is she dying? She's not in imminent danger The baby? Your wife is still with child I saw the blood on the floor There wasn't as much blood as I'm sure it seemed to you Mrs.
Ellsworth must remain abed, And she must take the medicine I've given her, her fear of it notwithstanding And you must remain strong at her side I have to collect the child May I ask you to st I'll stay here till you come back, and then I'll go collect Trixie to help you Thank you, Doctor Who the fuck are all these people? Guess the stages are gonna be crowded Headed to collect the Missus? I just beat Farnum Meeting Hearst, I got the idea someone had told him bidness of mine Figured it was Farnum? If it'd been me, I'da gone ahead and killed him I wonder now if I might have mistook Fuck Farnum anyway If I tipped Hearst myself, is what I'm wondering now Ah And of my temper generally, I'm wondering about far as running for office Maybe you just don't want to speak tonight I know I don't want to speak wondering if I ought to withdraw Talking against my own interests being if you pull out, I won't have to speak from the audience far as conversing with your rival, what's your best fuckin' experience? Harry Manning? Huh I guess that once the two of us talked to him When he killed Bummer Dan by mistake And that was high fucking water So you'd hold me as fair calling Harry fucking outright dimwitted? You think better than the Sheriff with a shortish temper, which in certain Sheriffing situations is a plus, camp be better with Harry? Anyways You gonna have dinner with us? May be my last fucking meal if apoplexy takes me off my nervousness What if you won? I won't I'm only in it to make myself known Say you're fucking elected, Harrry, am I entitled to the fucking livery abandoned by the Nigger Hosteteler leaving its stock to starve? Well, I know you've took up its care And do you as Sheriff hold my fucking labor speaks for me, my diligent fuckin' efforts the last six fuckin' weeks? Well, uh, I'd hold with the law, Steve, whatever statute applied Well, oughtn't a "statue" have to do with justice and not just to bait back a fled fucking nigger looking to steal what a white man's worked for? Well, Hostetler ain't come back Why think he ever will? Because it's my family luck over centuries to get repeatedly fucked up the ass And here in this fucking camp is where the chain gets fucking broken And I'm askin' if you as Sheriff will stand with me?! Yeah, I ain't Sheriff I got problems enough today without kiting checks on tomorrow's That was a wiggle worthy of a fucking reptile, Harry Bullock took a position? I ain't asked Bullock! Fool that I am, I figured I'd give you first crack on the basis of our friendship But I guess I was mistaken I've got an idea Instead of running for office and tending bar why don't you just tend bar and let everybody punch you in the face? Hello, Jane Yeah, hello Several of the children's parents have told them you scouted for Custer I can't hear you! Severa of the children's parents have told them you scouted for Custer Not that the arrogant bastard ever heeded others' counsel Shall we fashion a story about your experiences, Jane, for the children to hear? Do you talk this low when you're teaching the children? Shall we fashion a story about your experiences, Jane, for the children to hear? Uh, I best say no My funds just now all go for liquor I see I fine myself for swearing amongst the young And just now, I need my money for booze We'd tell your story to avoid those Does that Mose Manuel horrify the children? No Gives 'em bad dreams at night? No, the children like Mose I expect he pisses you off No Well, he irritates the hell out of me Oh, I was just going, Sheriff I thought I left a bottle in here Must've left it in the shitpile outside Goodbye, Jane Good afternoon How was your meeting with Mr.
Hearst? We needn't be afraid is the main thing She'll not be of a sudden taken or the like The Doctor's guaranteed it So when we're with her, we needn't be worried Do you want to keep it? May not be a matter of my choosing As I suppose we both fucking know I'm asking if all the way down, you want to bring it into the world I want it very much Or if an accident befalling or fate intervening or however you want to fucking put it, might find a small part of you relieved I want my baby Then you're gonna lay down and be spoiled and put off proving what else you can do until after you've popped out this kid "Voters of the camp, do you see come before you some swollen and dissolute stranger? Do not mistake It is I, E.
B.
Farnum!" Lie back, E.
B "Beaten past recognition by a candidate for another office Lie the fuck back and listen I need your truthful reply Lie, I will know it, and death will be no respite I told Hearst nothing of Bullock and the widow I will profane your fucking remains, E.
B Not my remains, Al Gabriel's trumpet will produce you from the ass of a pig You told me not to tell him, and I didn't I believe you My pain is such that gives me no solace Well, try not to blame Bullock for presuming it was you, considering your fucking history Anyways, tonight's speeches are fucking canceled Nurse your fuckin' wouds Thank you I do not mean here All right Let me collect myself Cocksuckers !!! Say what you have to say Again for Merrick, Dan Gratis Uh, I'm due no special thanks, Al Facilitating presentation of the candidates is the honor and privilege of the press That's off, the presentation Is Farnum incapable of speech? Does Star refuse to take advantage? Other factors at play But surely Bullock and Harry Manning still can take to the hustings I got to notify the parties I'm an interested party too, Al And I require explanation Jesus Christ How interested are you? Enough to bleed to keep the business from being a fucking puppet show? I can imagine bleeding, if first I've been made to understand No one asked if you could imagine bleeding, or if you'd have tumbling or somersaults or cartwheels to bring you into the lists Drink and fuck on the house, but do not attempt to detain me In what state? We ain't in a state, Shaunessy What condition? The room? How much disarray? No fucking disarray But you nearly had brain on your walls Oooh! You see me empty, Sir, do not pause and inquire, simply assume and refill Would you rather we spoke in private? No, fuck, no I'd rather the gentleman stay Captain Turner I'd rather the Captain stay Brings home I consort with my betters I'll not dissemble, Sir Today's events have gave me pause Hmm Tell me what you mean The beating of Farnum most recently How is Mr.
Farnum? Worse for wear, not that I'd care if he weren't in your hire Where does the Sheriff get off taking off on one of your own? I don't consider Bullock came here to beat Farnum.
He and I had appointed to meet In my joint this morning, another of your workers was gut-shot, Mr.
Hearst Yes, I know Now this wasn't some hooplehead bullshit This had the feel of a put-up job I fear a plot against you I have learned to accept, Mr.
Swearengen, that events sharing some effect on my interests does not make them part of a plot You ain't the center of the universe, in other words Exactly Don't that lead you to despair? No, Sir You're stronger-minded than I Bullock beating Farnum seems more likely some expression of a private feeling of his own That leaves the bloodshed in my bar, Sir How do you account for that? Nor are the Cornish well-loved as a race Oh, not you through the Cornish Maybe the Cornish themselves were the object of the violence Well, they do tend to aggregate and organize to further their financial interests Unions Have you strong feeling on that subject? I don't give a fuck about unions, Mr.
Hearst Nor do I have any objection to the killing of the Cornish as high-graders aggregating organizing cocksuckers.
But bloodletting on my premises that I ain't approved I take as a fucking affront It puts me off my feed How do we know when you are off your feed? You'll start to see me tearing things down Speeches tonight are canceled Unless the insult's cured by tomorrow, there'll be further tearing down Fuck the fucking elections, and fuck the agreement with Yankton Let the camp return to its former repute : unstable and unsafe for commerce I'm a great believer in those Oh, stability, Sir, and commerce? I can fucking imagine Think of all they've helped you accomplish Shall I perceive you then as dangerous to my interests? As capable of inconvenience and of some damage and debt to those that would act against my interests, I cannot fucking argue with dangerous Different from powerful though, which speaks to potency longer term I'd not have myself called powerful in your company or the Captain's Then I'll hope that your insult is cured to spare the camp any danger of however brief a duration And to look for one fucking instant out of the other end of the telescope once placated I'm meek as a babe Dead You will want to converse with those friends of yours, Captain Turner, who argues with the Cornish Perhaps they'd care to pay another visit to the saloon I think I'll want to hear the talk Fucking pagan Tell your God to ready for blood Would you rather I didn't introduce you from the audience? Is it all so hard to remember? No, I, uh,I think I got it Unless you don't wanna Ought we to start soon for the hustings? Five minutes Adams may default on that house Asks me to assume his note That's a very pleasant house Uh, I-I'd never thought of myself as a homeowner It's very very spacious It's Albert Swearengen The speeches are postponed Is Farnum turned for the worse? I'd borrow the Sheriff a moment Evening, Jane Mrs.
Bullock asks me to author with her to give the children an account of my scouting for Custer I think I'd like to hear that story myself "Custer was a cunt.
The end.
" Yo, a piss puddle Must not have seen that when seating myself Why are you drinking so much? I drink what I'm able If that comes to much That's the day's affair and the liquor's You returning to the Bella Union? Not tonight As residence and workplace is my meaning Thos girls need looking out for And who will look out for you against that gut-stabbed cocksucker, weaving schemes from his coming to Jesus? I don't know Why is everybody fucking whispering all of a sudden? I said I don't know Do you mind if I stay here tonight? I'd be glad if you would I don't know why you started sleeping outside anyway Every day takes figuring out all over again how to fucking live Night, Jane Yep Pain-in-the-balls Hearst Running his holdings like a despot, I grant, has a fucking logic It's the way I fucking run mine.
It's the way I'd run my home if I fucking had one But there's no practical need for him to run the fucking camp That's out of scale It's out of proportion, and it's a warped unnatural impulse, this fucking cocksucker! Sorry Shall I go back down with you? It won't be just now He'll be wanting to marshal his cutthroats Do stay in hailing distance