Deadwood s03e06 Episode Script
A Rich Find
" A Rich Find " Fuckin' Postal contract Got to bring these in first thing I'll be right with you Is he only a Goddamn fool or so stupid he thinks he's accomplished something? Who? You know Goddamn well who I mean Who are you? You Goddamn well know that too I know from the Sheriff locking you up between sundown when I left and my coming back now, you must have fucked up at the interval Where you drunk? You and I have met At the hotel buffet Yes But we wasn't introduced I'm George Hearst! Were you drunk, George Hearst? This fellow didn't keep you up here, did he? He didn't like fart or snore too much for you, did he, Mr.
Hearst? I mean, he imbi Holy Shit! Jesus! The cocksucker's dead, George! Look, he's got a fuckin' knife in his chest That ain't your fuckin' knife, is it, George Hearst? Goddamn fool Won't be the first the worms work on I guess he deserves more than a dirt burying by some stranger, even for only how big a fuckin' nigger he was Don't know if using this trough was that big a fuckin' timesaver I'll see to the burying with you I owe a visit up there anyways That ain't gonna raise your popularity with your fellow white people Question I wake to in the morning and pass out with at night: "What's my popularity with my fellow white people?" Suppose we ought to go get him He ain't fuckin' pretty to look at Neither are you, fuckin' Nigger General After that I arrested Hearst Took him by the ear and led him to jail, where he remains Hearst had no particular connection to Mr.
Hostetler? Both their names begin with "H" It's gonna get bad here, Martha It's Albert Swearengen, regrettin' the early hour and that I call without notice Good morning.
Come in knowing I intrude Mrs.
Bullock Good morning, Mr.
Swearengen Will you have meat and eggs? I'd be grateful for coffee Please sit down Swell, stem to stern (formidable, dans les moindres recoins) the place If you will not eat, will you excuse me? Teaches the camp's children Excellent I'll walk you when you're ready There's no burning rush I'm sure the talk Mr.
Swearengen would have with you must be important Last night from my balcony vantage, I watched you drag Hearst by the ear to Utter's Freight Office I was waitin' on you comin' out of Utter's, thinking that you might make a call on me, tell me what the fuck was going forward, but you did not appear I finally asked myself, "Could our Sheriff have took another route home, maybe through Chinaman's Alley? And what would that bespeak of his 'frame of mind' (humeur)?" It 'bespoke' (témoignait / démontrait) I didn't fuckin' feel like talking to you "Al, busy night, Short on joy.
" Could have told me that "Let's talk another time.
" I too, Bullock, when suspecting I've fucked the dog, keenly seek some solitude Our hour is wrong Having lost his man Turner, being embarrassed by you, Hearst will be on the muscle, and we, who will be his 'wrath's object' (l'objet de son courroux),ought to stay close and confide Our alternative is flight Does that appeal? No We ain't that sort, which is maybe more the pity Will you walk me to school now, Mr.
Bullock? Yes Thank you for the coffee You're very welcome, Mr.
Swearengen Owie Well, Sofia, We're almost through It's cold The fire's gone out Mr.
Ellsworth left for the diggings early this morning He didn't come to kiss me good night You must not have wakened I always waken from his beard Well, last night you must not have There You look more than presentable Excuse me just a moment, and then I'll take you to school Mornin', Dan Jewel, you got you another customer Just brought me mine How do you How do you feel? You go ahead and drink that That's at least my third damn cup I'm 'jangle-nerved' (sur les nerfs) already Let me go on and get shaky-handed, pop my foot on the floor like I'm a-listenin' to banjo music! Shit Al's out Out where? Well, I don't know But I bet you a nickel has somethin' to do with Bullock takin' Hearst by the ear from Tolliver's to Utter's Depot What the fuck are you talkin' about? Anyways, here's Jewel We had been at odds but settled, Hostetler and me He'd sold me his livery, fixing to move to Oregon, pickin' up his fuckin' shotgun, the negro 'stumbled' (a trébuché) and blew his black head off! God damn it, Harry And I fear no retribution, not by my own God or any other evil emissary's dispatch from the 'bowels' (entrailles) of the earth by whatever 'bundle' (sac / paquet) of bloody fuckin' feathers and housecat teeth the nigger race 'bows down to' (s'incline / se courbe devant) My hands are fuckin' clean, and my heart is quiet Harry? Hurry up, Richardson 'Thwart' (contrecarre) that Abyssinian I don't know what you mean Any thought he has of registerin' Bad enough we have one in help Hello Hello We can't take you My baby! Ooh! Ooh! Your baby's growed, Mama Oh, come on, come on Come on around back We'll get you into my room You're so beautiful! Oh! Did you hear, Richardson? "Beautiful.
" Yes You make clear to Tolliver you will not confide entirety and that he oughtn't to expect you ever fuckin' will is the basic foundation attitude Am I fuckin' boring you?! No Are you sure you don't want to tell me a joke or the like, or dance a quick fuckin' jig? I tell Tolliver I'm still your man and I'll never show him your fuckin' hole card Guy like Tolliver always believes he can see what you want not to show him I'm tryin' not to show your hole card That's your fuckin' act So what do I say about Bullock? What you say to Tolliver: "I know why Bullock acted, but I'm not prepared to say That's confidential and privileged between me and Mr.
Swearengen, who explained to me exactly" What'll Tolliver think off that? "This kid don't know what the fuck Bullock's doin' and Swearengen don't either But I, Cy Tolliver, 'wormed that the fuck out of him' (lui tirait les vers du nez), even though he tried not to let me.
I can handle this fuckin' piss pot" Fold your thumb, go over and fuckin' talk to him When you're done woolgathering, I'd like this sent How are you today? Well enough, Mr.
Hearst And you? Well enough What do you say of me in your paper? I have nothing to report, Sir Have you anything to give me? I have not One dollar, twenty-five cents, please Twenty-five cents increase to our rate Damn pleased we got to speak, Adams Al chose well making you his fuckin' ambassador Far as him grabbin' Hearst by the ear, how that affects yours and Mr.
Swearengen's arrangements with Hearst Fuckin' Bullock Al's got specific ideas on that And as soon as he's sure he wouldn't be unintentionally 'misleading' (tromper) you, he'll want me to confide 'em in detail Why don't you cap your visit with some complimentary higher-end pussy? Thanks anyway You know Leon here Why don't you teach him somethin' about craps Soon as I finish showin' water how to run downhill He'd have me a cur to 'paw through'(tripoter) the scraps his fuckin' 'flunky' (larbin) tosses (?) That Swearengen When here, Leon, telling me about the hobby you and Miz Ellsworth share, you walk me in Mr.
Hearst's front door and sit me the fuck down across from him at his fuckin' table God bless you, boy Thanks,.
Mr.
Tolliver I'm going to the hardware store, Charlie I hope so A little early to start drinkin' Thought I'd stick around with you Morning, Charlie Morn' Busy night last night, I hear I recall my instructions to you as bein' that anytime you and I meet, Swearengen's to be represented Heard and understood, Mr.
Hearst And I hope correctly honored in the breach in this one single instance Make your case Not to read your mind, but it seemed your idea for Swearengen and me had to do with this newer phase we're movin' into camp's official business and the like, Swearengen and me unofficially seein' to your interests Because the small-mindedness and self-interested behavior that's so 'pervasive' (envahissant) in this shithole makes impossible my efficient attention to the requirements of my operation Well, I can only imagine what that's like, Sir Man who's accomplished what you have, havin' to move among the low-rent cocksuckers and short-haulers Make your fuckin' case why you've gone against my instructions I come into a certain piece of knowledge, Sir, that could make this more a less a fuckin' company town And my thinking was if communicatin' this privately to Mr.
Hearst risks putting me and Al Swearengen the fuck out of action as middlemen, so the fuck be it Suppose I could put the Ellsworth claim into play for you, Mr.
Hearst? How? The lady's reinvolved herself with a habit that turns a person's life upside down One of my own fuckin' employees supplies her, God help me, and that's a habit, Sir Makes a person subject to accident and mischance of every fuckin' sort, having to do especially with the ups and downs of the fucking quality of the fucking shit she's being given I wish I'd heard this yesterday I'll confide that wantin' to honor your instructions to the letter cost me 24 hours before approaching you If I had, my instructions would have had to do with bringing the inevitable about In the interval, I have suffered certain losses Oh, rest fuckin' Captain Turner's soul I'd be quiet now, Mr.
Tolliver, if I were you Losses and indignities which, despite the strong impulse of my nature towards simplicity, prompt me to a different approach Do you enjoy that, Sir? No, I don't You don't enjoy that? I don't, no And I wish you'd cut it the fuck out I not only spent last night incarcerated, I was taken to jail by the ear That fuckin' maniac Sheriff By our maniac Sheriff, that's correct And had as a cellmate or to be fair in describing my situation, cohabitated with in the adjacent cell a 'rotting' (pourissant) corpse, whom it was the Deputy's pleasure this morning to accuse me of having murdered I'm therefore distressed and angry and I seem, for the moment, to be taking this out on your ear! But in the longer term my intentions are other, and more complicated Can we pretend the longer term's arrived, Sir? I'd have you release me, for a fucking fact Sorry Temper got the best of me Don't give it another thought, Sir Don't kill her yet I took that as your meaning Oh, you think you can shine on me like the sun? "Oh, Leon, you're good guy You put me next to the bank lady You got a great fucking future at my side" Oh, fuck you Fuck you Don't you think I know the outcome of that? Once the bank lady dies from the overdose, you've had a good fucking day, I get a quick one in the ear And of course if the day went bad, first you're calm on me for a fucking while Oh! Fuck you, rube! You clean up? Your 83 cents? Or whatever you froze your balls for all day in the fucking stream! Yeah, I'll get off right here if I want to! Don't confuse me, Mr.
T, with having no cards up my sleeve This scholar didn't raise no stupid sons Or that don't know how to navigate a tight Morning, Mrs.
Ellsworth Morning Out for a smoke Fine, Trixie My Celestial ain't in position I ain't sure when he will be Maybe you need to make a different arrangement I wonder, Leon, if we don't know approach a turn in our conversation having to do with increasing your fee If I was you, Lady, instead of cracking fucking wise I might be thinking of different ways of spending my idle time I can't help but noticing, your Celestial's not being in a position isn't reflected in your condition Yeah? I'm high and planning to stay that way not to fucking mention alive That's the last you see of me Get the fuck out of here! Leave her the fuck alone! If you would take that out of my ear, I would be happy to know what you mean I mean, if you keep selling her dope, I will fucking kill you Fine, I agree You have shown me the light I don't want to see her high again Only promise me this, you meddling cunt, if you do, before you head out to kill me, you'll ask her where she got her stuff I am no longer the lady's supplier May I go? I know Do you? Yes, your ladyship, I do And just heard from that shitbad Leon, you've got a new supplier You are quite mistaken, Trixie, and however well intended, beyond your proper province Fuck you, Mrs.
Ellsworth I am in the process of making adjustments to the complications of my situation Bullshit Do not take over-many liberties You've fallen back with a fucking child in your home I will no longer be requiring your services A lack for me How I hoped I could work here forever I give up music with my fucking I don't need any more friends than what I got And I give up clocking that cocksucker upstairs An inscrutable figure Mr.
Hearst Now what I want you to know: His first activities 'impinging on me' (me concernant) I don't hear about 'beforehand' (à l'avance) from you, I'm gonna cut your fucking throat Goodness You see that 200 I've given ya? I do, yes, at the margin of vision That argues there's a better way Take the desk Liberia He mind me here 'fore his say-so? How is he gonna mind you come see your mother? Here in your room He give me this room "You stay here, Aunt Lou.
Who says what, no Goddamn never mind to me.
" That's good then Well, well, well You've company in your room, Aunt Lou My boy, Mr.
Hearst My boy Odell Your boy? How do you do, Odell? How do you do, Sir? Where have you been, Mr.
Hearst? Let me fix you up some breakfast You made yourself at home, Odell, here in the room I set aside for your mother I asked him in, yes, Sir Yes, Sir, that was me asked him in Well, now that your mama has invited you in, I suppose we might say 'on the spur of the moment' (sur un coup de tête), I hope that you'll accept my invitation as well as the hotel's owner and your mother's employer Please, Odell, won't you stay? I will, Sir Thank you.
Thank you for your kindness Not hungry just now, Aunt Lou Here, Al, is your answer Nor would 10 times the sum have tempted me Should have known You confirm my judgment then you were the money's source As it happens, E.
B.
, I was not I see In that case you may view my behavior as a random display of loyalty Explaining yourself offers a better chance of getting it back That money, Al, came from Tolliver Seeking knowledge, as he claimed, of such Hearst's activities as I, operating the man's hotel, might come into How could I not believe it was you orchestrating the approach as some form of test? The alternative would have Tolliver, knowing my history with you, believing nonetheless that he could approach me, 'swaying' (retourner / renverser) my loyalty as if I had no morals more than a street whore Ain't to Tolliver's standard, the baldness of it My thinking exactly The lack of prelude or prologue It's Hearst Hearst, is he Caesar, to have fights to the death for diversion? Murder his workers at 'whim' (caprice)? Smash passages in the fucking wall? A man of less wealth would be in fucking restraints We're in the presence of the new Fuck the fucking new! Jesus Christ, Al Is it over for us here? Go back to the hotel, E.
B.
Save us Think of something Have I ever not? We'll discuss that money another time There's leaving the camp No No, Ino One thing if he knew it was coming, Bill was not shy of drawing first Seth locked up Hearst instead of that Oh, I get it Wh-what does that mean? It means, Mr.
Star, after leading him by the ear through camp for all to fucking see, Seth installs Hearst in a cell adjoining a man he's had killed, that the knife still protrudes out of his chest And as much as me and Hearst conversed, I made him address my ass So do let's don't pretend Hearst will feel he was treated legal or-or-or civilized, or that his bidness with us is finished Hearst is fucking coming Bringing us back to Bill and doing unto others first Which ought maybe include a-a-a visit to Hearst's fucking diggings And his muscle you fail to murder before they arouse? You bring to chase you to camp Judas goat the cocksuckers for Swearengen's men and Tolliver's to 'mow down' (faucher / tuer) from fucking ambush while we're up seeing to Hearst There'll be nothing left of the camp Uh How much you figure will stand once Hearst had his fucking say? Truth is if I on Tolliver's instructions provide an overdose Mrs.
Ellsworth dies from, for being able to say he told me to, who does he fucking croak next? You are lethally fuckin' middled So she says, "No no, I want five 'oxen' (boeufs) and one chicken" Rube fucking humor Mr.
Tolliver Come with me, Leon Let Con calm down 'Hold off' (remet ça à plus tard) Hold off? Hold the fuck off Don't fucking step up the purity Just keep selling her what you've been fucking selling It's a wise man that knows his own limits.
Now go ahead out there, son, and continue doing wrong Yes, Sir, Mr.
Tolliver Cocksucker Everything all right? Leave me alone! Ooh I wouldn't mind turning a fucking trick Get the fuck out of here! We ain't hiring Fuck you anways, Al, for not recognizing a figure of speech It ain't one you ought to employ, you stupid bitch I made a casual remark, and 'off-handed' (désinvolte / pas méchant ?) comment I wouldn't mind turning a fucking trick Operate out of the back of his store, then you're so set on lifting your skirts Let some fuck 'filthy' (sale) from the mines, 'breath rotten' (haleine pourrie) from his broken teeth piss-reeking, shit-stinking fuck every hole in your body What's the matter with you? I lose patience with cunts too ignorant to know when their 'lots' (sort / destin) improved She's using again Who do we speak of now? The fucking Mrs.
Ellsworth And I told her I knew and that she'd ruin her child and that I quit her stupid job Oh, if that don't 'straighten her out' (remis les idées en place),I don't know fucking what What was I supposed to do then? Look after your fucking self, you loopy cunt Now get the fuck outta here! Hello Hello I thought you'd be at the bank I came away without something You might hurry not to make Sofia tardy Where did you stay? At the diggings Was Sofia upset? As you may imagine May I appeal to you to reconsider? I needn't be your husband to be what father to Sofia I can I care for you a great deal An arrangement like ours wouldn't get anymore tolerable to you And I couldn't bear it, seeing.
what you'd do to yourself You'll 'straighten around' (arranger / résoudre, prb) if I go I can't help noticing you just now Mr.
Blazanov, uh I'm sad I see I imagine my murdered parents They were killed on their farm while I was a student in Petersburg I imagine their bodies like the man we found on our walking We are 'swept up' (balayés), are we not, by the large events and forces of our times? How much they saved to send me for study I'm gonna go ahead and try this cobbler Don't think I didn't notice you hadn't tried it yet Oh, that's delicious! And praise God how fast the mails must be getting to be 'Cause it ain't a month since I wrote I keep track when I send you my letters so I know when to hope for one back And him sending for me to come here, it's 27 days since I wrote to tell you that And I just can't feature Odell all that way in Liberia, you could have gotten my letter that took the time it took to get to you and then you take passage to come back here to America, and got from New York City to hell and gone out here all in 27 days I can't feature it's possible Whoo, Praise God, Praise God! Well, Mama, maybe I set out without having the letter But then you couldn't have known I was here Couldn't have knowed it proved, you mean Would've had to took it on faith, reading in the newspaper that he was here in this place, you would be too Decided it was time There you are Here we are Odell.
I had thought to find you inside I hope you don't take me for ungrateful I have an inkling you're wise, Odell I've gotten used to being outdoors All that time at the site of the find What find do you refer to, Son? Liberia, Sir The gold Invite you now to sit down with him to eat "Sit across from me and have dinner, Odell" That before you said Gold, fire's in his eyes you was anyplace indoors at all Gold seemed to change his mind Don't you want to say "Yes, Ma'am" or "Yes, Mama," before that or after, Odell, so my heart feels how sweet you are? No, ma'am Make me know you sweet, God-fearing and truthful like I wanted my boy to be Back from where you send him, raising up to a man, safe amongst his own Liberia free Free? Shit Don't you speak to me thatta way! What way mama? Use language like that to me! No kinda truth? Yes, Ma'am.
Liberia free Praise Jesus Here come the spirit over me Don't you take him in vain Don't you dare to do it! All right All right What was the truth of it then? Liberia? No field work African niggers for that Now they lazy and stupid, Mama American niggers steal off the African, till the English cheat us out of it Hot till you can't breathe Nothing ever be dry Hate the air Hate the breathing in and out Liberia Is there gold, Odell? A rich find, Mama.
Rich.
Praise God He give his son for our sins and Mr.
Hearst to help us Where are you going, boy? Find a place where a nigger can have a drink, before he sits down with Mr.
Hearst Putting that dead one's 'kidneys' (reins) up his nose, however the fuck else they summon up their demons Beat 'thighbones' (fémurs) on 'tin pans' (casseroles / poêles en étain) shake and 'rattle' (agiter) and hop the fuck around Another? Am I 'swine' (lit : porc / pourceau, ici : salaud) , Harry, that in an otherwise empty joint the owner must make a show of relocating further away from me? Maybe it's you being present keeps away the broader clientele And maybe, Tom, it's the chill in here is what does it, when every edifice else in camp's been swanked up and seen to Look inward, why don't you? Instead of always blaming the other Welcome to the Number 10 My name is Tom Harry'll take your order His name is Steve Whiskey Afternoon Where is my dinner companion? I don't know where that boy's got to, Sir I guess we all have different ideas, Aunt Lou, of what constitutes punctuality Guess everybody do about everything, Sir Look like more and more that's true Why don't I go find him? You don't believe he's forgotten? I don't know no more, Sir Let me just get past you What if he returns and you're still gone? Who'll serve dinner? I'm getting past you Mr.
Hearst, please do excuse Where's the livery at? I'm not assuming you know left from right, or I'd have spoken I've never done that sober in my life Pissed yourself? And if account of the 'mishap' (mésaventure) circulates, I will know the fucking source Who could I tell? I'd ve never known it had happened if you hadn't started screaming about it Pissing yourself at the grave of your best friend and most admired person you've ever known, that ain't cause for fucking 'dismay' (consternation / désarroi) ? Bible instructs us when two of different races return from a graveyard together, the event should be marked with liquor Praise God! Thank you, Jesus I come looking for you, that cooked for you and your friend as was strangers to me What's your trouble? Save my boy, Sir That's past his mother's lap Yeah How are your spirits, Chief? All right Do not bullshit me, Dan! The task I'd assign you is pivotal I'm all right And leave the matter at that? Well what the fuck else would you want me to say? Nothing.
You gave me the basis to decide I'm not fuckin' sending you anywhere Well, fuck where you were gonna send me! And fuck the task you were gonna assign me to do! And that confirms my opinion, that indifferent 'rejoinder' (réplique) I'm 'on the verge of' (sur le point de) 'stiking you a fucking blow' (coller une mandale ?) Oh, which I would be inclined to absorb as proof you'd passed the killing of that giant Which I have been waiting for you to volunteer Then why didn't you just ask me to volunteer it? Because opinion solicited does not equal one freely voiced This is what I predicted to Johnny, virtually word for word About what? How you'd react to that killing "Dan, Johnny, does not like killing to end a fair fight.
" "Oh, why, Al?" Asked Johnny "Because - and I fucking have to explain to him - " it's more like a contest, Johnny, or the like, a 'bout' (combat).
" Seeing a light go out of their eyes In the one you had left in its socket Better in his one than the both of yours, hmm? I'd have you go to Cheyenne to see to the hiring of guns All right Wishing an alternative would come to me Want me go to Bismarck? An alternative to the hiring of guns, Dan Yeah, Hearst's pockets are bigger than ours Being neighbor to his prick, which Bullock may as well have 'belittled' (rabaissé) when grabbing him by his fucking ear Do you feature the Nigger General getting my boy to take that money? No man better for the task That Little Nigger General has a gift Gets you to an attitude he'd have you and goes about his business Leaves you to stand in wonderment.
"What happened to change my mood?" Or change my opinion or decision, take money maybe I never featured I would, come fire or flood or the like That's the Little Nigger General all over I pray Jesus you're right Oh, having no pull in that quarter, I'm tolerable confident, I am Could I have a 'swig' (lampée)? Now that is the first giant step towards long-term understanding and friendship Do not employ a mug 'lest' (de peur que) next 'we'd be donning' (nous devions revêtir) white 'gloves' (gants) All right then Yes yes yes Yeah, there's a new house policy now at the Number 10 Saloon: Anyone at all can drink or move in and take up residence, for all the fuck the policy cares Ain't meaning to be here long Ain't looking to drink All's I'm here for, Steve, is to talk to this here Gentleman Go ahead and do 'somersaults' (culbutes) or peel bananas with each other for all I give a fuck The whole place has gone to shit anyhow What could we have to talk about? Your Mama did me a kindness and she asked me to talk to you I guess I also got to tell you she give me $742 to give to you if you just get the hell out of camp What's your name? Nigger General Samuel Fields Now my plan I got 1200 left to me by a tall nigger who,after he sold his fucking livery to Steve there, blew his fucking head off past that $742 in my pocket that I'm trying to give you, my plan is get to San Francisco, buy enough white pussy to stretch from the harbor to the closest rooming house that'll have me and then fuck my way to the pacific ocean She said that, uh, she sent you away Mmm, not far Fucking Africa Damn.
What'd you say made her mad? Called her Mama So now you want to run a little something on her boss, which would be a waste of that high yellow skin, Odell We done talking, Samuel All yours The nigger I appointed to dine with does not appear As well, since his mother's not here to serve us What do you know of last night? My stomach hurt I was discomfited otherwise Stupid, aren't you? Yes, Sir Better than what some of these others are This place displeases me I'm taking measures to bring it down All right Does he speak of the hotel? Or even more? That they're armed and awake don't have to mean they're fucking hired Yeah, and when I feel a shit coming on I'll remember to drop my pants The obvious merits utterance Character is fucking pertinent If I'm to go, I'd as soon get started before the darkness Going means the darkness is upon us Bullock Could him and me talk? Sure.
Converse amongst yourselves Charlie Utter thinks it has to come to blood Charlie Utter's likely right And if it has to, that we should strike first Believe me, even now in the forest, the blade would be between my teeth, me and you making our way stealthily forward And as to us and him, if blood's what it finally comes to, 'Dewy' (rosée) morning's lost its appeal for me I prefer to wake indoors.
Dan! You don't travel tonight! Come Need of canned peaches, Johnny Let's collect the camp elders Be baffled among friends, huh? I tried, Miss Lady No.
No, no Gentlemen Mr.
Hearst Odell! Odell! Hello, Mr.
Hearst Who's the new nigger? Fucking late, son Oh, sorry, Sir Your Mama's tardy as well Is that so? That's all right, we'll await her speaking of gold Oh, that'd be just wonderful, Sir How's the finger?! All right, Mr.
Hearst How's the fucking ear? Good, Bullock, good By dissembling our feelings we keep the strategic edge You don't get him You don't take him from me Oh no You don't get him You don't take him from me Not quick, but she does seem full of purpose People are fucking people, and that is fucked up! You don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, 'cause you don't know people I know people and I know the way they fucking operate Who are you talking to, Jane? What business or concern is that of yours? I wondered where you were I'd hoped you come stay with me instead of going back to all this Whatever you mean by this, I have been recently engaged in complicated negotiations with niggers who equal any other creature walking upright being able to fuck themselves up I got myself a room at Shaunessey's The offer still stands, Jane I'd really like it if you'd come stay with me I am a creature of habit and routine And I am a creature of difficulty falling asleep If I don't mind pissing myself to stay asleep, I'm not likely to destroy a habit routinely sleeping someplace completely elsewhere Come on, Jane.
We're going You ain't got the fucking manpower to pull my ass up Come on You're putting yourself very much in danger, my friend Very very very ver very very much in danger That's all right, Jane Come on
Hearst? I mean, he imbi Holy Shit! Jesus! The cocksucker's dead, George! Look, he's got a fuckin' knife in his chest That ain't your fuckin' knife, is it, George Hearst? Goddamn fool Won't be the first the worms work on I guess he deserves more than a dirt burying by some stranger, even for only how big a fuckin' nigger he was Don't know if using this trough was that big a fuckin' timesaver I'll see to the burying with you I owe a visit up there anyways That ain't gonna raise your popularity with your fellow white people Question I wake to in the morning and pass out with at night: "What's my popularity with my fellow white people?" Suppose we ought to go get him He ain't fuckin' pretty to look at Neither are you, fuckin' Nigger General After that I arrested Hearst Took him by the ear and led him to jail, where he remains Hearst had no particular connection to Mr.
Hostetler? Both their names begin with "H" It's gonna get bad here, Martha It's Albert Swearengen, regrettin' the early hour and that I call without notice Good morning.
Come in knowing I intrude Mrs.
Bullock Good morning, Mr.
Swearengen Will you have meat and eggs? I'd be grateful for coffee Please sit down Swell, stem to stern (formidable, dans les moindres recoins) the place If you will not eat, will you excuse me? Teaches the camp's children Excellent I'll walk you when you're ready There's no burning rush I'm sure the talk Mr.
Swearengen would have with you must be important Last night from my balcony vantage, I watched you drag Hearst by the ear to Utter's Freight Office I was waitin' on you comin' out of Utter's, thinking that you might make a call on me, tell me what the fuck was going forward, but you did not appear I finally asked myself, "Could our Sheriff have took another route home, maybe through Chinaman's Alley? And what would that bespeak of his 'frame of mind' (humeur)?" It 'bespoke' (témoignait / démontrait) I didn't fuckin' feel like talking to you "Al, busy night, Short on joy.
" Could have told me that "Let's talk another time.
" I too, Bullock, when suspecting I've fucked the dog, keenly seek some solitude Our hour is wrong Having lost his man Turner, being embarrassed by you, Hearst will be on the muscle, and we, who will be his 'wrath's object' (l'objet de son courroux),ought to stay close and confide Our alternative is flight Does that appeal? No We ain't that sort, which is maybe more the pity Will you walk me to school now, Mr.
Bullock? Yes Thank you for the coffee You're very welcome, Mr.
Swearengen Owie Well, Sofia, We're almost through It's cold The fire's gone out Mr.
Ellsworth left for the diggings early this morning He didn't come to kiss me good night You must not have wakened I always waken from his beard Well, last night you must not have There You look more than presentable Excuse me just a moment, and then I'll take you to school Mornin', Dan Jewel, you got you another customer Just brought me mine How do you How do you feel? You go ahead and drink that That's at least my third damn cup I'm 'jangle-nerved' (sur les nerfs) already Let me go on and get shaky-handed, pop my foot on the floor like I'm a-listenin' to banjo music! Shit Al's out Out where? Well, I don't know But I bet you a nickel has somethin' to do with Bullock takin' Hearst by the ear from Tolliver's to Utter's Depot What the fuck are you talkin' about? Anyways, here's Jewel We had been at odds but settled, Hostetler and me He'd sold me his livery, fixing to move to Oregon, pickin' up his fuckin' shotgun, the negro 'stumbled' (a trébuché) and blew his black head off! God damn it, Harry And I fear no retribution, not by my own God or any other evil emissary's dispatch from the 'bowels' (entrailles) of the earth by whatever 'bundle' (sac / paquet) of bloody fuckin' feathers and housecat teeth the nigger race 'bows down to' (s'incline / se courbe devant) My hands are fuckin' clean, and my heart is quiet Harry? Hurry up, Richardson 'Thwart' (contrecarre) that Abyssinian I don't know what you mean Any thought he has of registerin' Bad enough we have one in help Hello Hello We can't take you My baby! Ooh! Ooh! Your baby's growed, Mama Oh, come on, come on Come on around back We'll get you into my room You're so beautiful! Oh! Did you hear, Richardson? "Beautiful.
" Yes You make clear to Tolliver you will not confide entirety and that he oughtn't to expect you ever fuckin' will is the basic foundation attitude Am I fuckin' boring you?! No Are you sure you don't want to tell me a joke or the like, or dance a quick fuckin' jig? I tell Tolliver I'm still your man and I'll never show him your fuckin' hole card Guy like Tolliver always believes he can see what you want not to show him I'm tryin' not to show your hole card That's your fuckin' act So what do I say about Bullock? What you say to Tolliver: "I know why Bullock acted, but I'm not prepared to say That's confidential and privileged between me and Mr.
Swearengen, who explained to me exactly" What'll Tolliver think off that? "This kid don't know what the fuck Bullock's doin' and Swearengen don't either But I, Cy Tolliver, 'wormed that the fuck out of him' (lui tirait les vers du nez), even though he tried not to let me.
I can handle this fuckin' piss pot" Fold your thumb, go over and fuckin' talk to him When you're done woolgathering, I'd like this sent How are you today? Well enough, Mr.
Hearst And you? Well enough What do you say of me in your paper? I have nothing to report, Sir Have you anything to give me? I have not One dollar, twenty-five cents, please Twenty-five cents increase to our rate Damn pleased we got to speak, Adams Al chose well making you his fuckin' ambassador Far as him grabbin' Hearst by the ear, how that affects yours and Mr.
Swearengen's arrangements with Hearst Fuckin' Bullock Al's got specific ideas on that And as soon as he's sure he wouldn't be unintentionally 'misleading' (tromper) you, he'll want me to confide 'em in detail Why don't you cap your visit with some complimentary higher-end pussy? Thanks anyway You know Leon here Why don't you teach him somethin' about craps Soon as I finish showin' water how to run downhill He'd have me a cur to 'paw through'(tripoter) the scraps his fuckin' 'flunky' (larbin) tosses (?) That Swearengen When here, Leon, telling me about the hobby you and Miz Ellsworth share, you walk me in Mr.
Hearst's front door and sit me the fuck down across from him at his fuckin' table God bless you, boy Thanks,.
Mr.
Tolliver I'm going to the hardware store, Charlie I hope so A little early to start drinkin' Thought I'd stick around with you Morning, Charlie Morn' Busy night last night, I hear I recall my instructions to you as bein' that anytime you and I meet, Swearengen's to be represented Heard and understood, Mr.
Hearst And I hope correctly honored in the breach in this one single instance Make your case Not to read your mind, but it seemed your idea for Swearengen and me had to do with this newer phase we're movin' into camp's official business and the like, Swearengen and me unofficially seein' to your interests Because the small-mindedness and self-interested behavior that's so 'pervasive' (envahissant) in this shithole makes impossible my efficient attention to the requirements of my operation Well, I can only imagine what that's like, Sir Man who's accomplished what you have, havin' to move among the low-rent cocksuckers and short-haulers Make your fuckin' case why you've gone against my instructions I come into a certain piece of knowledge, Sir, that could make this more a less a fuckin' company town And my thinking was if communicatin' this privately to Mr.
Hearst risks putting me and Al Swearengen the fuck out of action as middlemen, so the fuck be it Suppose I could put the Ellsworth claim into play for you, Mr.
Hearst? How? The lady's reinvolved herself with a habit that turns a person's life upside down One of my own fuckin' employees supplies her, God help me, and that's a habit, Sir Makes a person subject to accident and mischance of every fuckin' sort, having to do especially with the ups and downs of the fucking quality of the fucking shit she's being given I wish I'd heard this yesterday I'll confide that wantin' to honor your instructions to the letter cost me 24 hours before approaching you If I had, my instructions would have had to do with bringing the inevitable about In the interval, I have suffered certain losses Oh, rest fuckin' Captain Turner's soul I'd be quiet now, Mr.
Tolliver, if I were you Losses and indignities which, despite the strong impulse of my nature towards simplicity, prompt me to a different approach Do you enjoy that, Sir? No, I don't You don't enjoy that? I don't, no And I wish you'd cut it the fuck out I not only spent last night incarcerated, I was taken to jail by the ear That fuckin' maniac Sheriff By our maniac Sheriff, that's correct And had as a cellmate or to be fair in describing my situation, cohabitated with in the adjacent cell a 'rotting' (pourissant) corpse, whom it was the Deputy's pleasure this morning to accuse me of having murdered I'm therefore distressed and angry and I seem, for the moment, to be taking this out on your ear! But in the longer term my intentions are other, and more complicated Can we pretend the longer term's arrived, Sir? I'd have you release me, for a fucking fact Sorry Temper got the best of me Don't give it another thought, Sir Don't kill her yet I took that as your meaning Oh, you think you can shine on me like the sun? "Oh, Leon, you're good guy You put me next to the bank lady You got a great fucking future at my side" Oh, fuck you Fuck you Don't you think I know the outcome of that? Once the bank lady dies from the overdose, you've had a good fucking day, I get a quick one in the ear And of course if the day went bad, first you're calm on me for a fucking while Oh! Fuck you, rube! You clean up? Your 83 cents? Or whatever you froze your balls for all day in the fucking stream! Yeah, I'll get off right here if I want to! Don't confuse me, Mr.
T, with having no cards up my sleeve This scholar didn't raise no stupid sons Or that don't know how to navigate a tight Morning, Mrs.
Ellsworth Morning Out for a smoke Fine, Trixie My Celestial ain't in position I ain't sure when he will be Maybe you need to make a different arrangement I wonder, Leon, if we don't know approach a turn in our conversation having to do with increasing your fee If I was you, Lady, instead of cracking fucking wise I might be thinking of different ways of spending my idle time I can't help but noticing, your Celestial's not being in a position isn't reflected in your condition Yeah? I'm high and planning to stay that way not to fucking mention alive That's the last you see of me Get the fuck out of here! Leave her the fuck alone! If you would take that out of my ear, I would be happy to know what you mean I mean, if you keep selling her dope, I will fucking kill you Fine, I agree You have shown me the light I don't want to see her high again Only promise me this, you meddling cunt, if you do, before you head out to kill me, you'll ask her where she got her stuff I am no longer the lady's supplier May I go? I know Do you? Yes, your ladyship, I do And just heard from that shitbad Leon, you've got a new supplier You are quite mistaken, Trixie, and however well intended, beyond your proper province Fuck you, Mrs.
Ellsworth I am in the process of making adjustments to the complications of my situation Bullshit Do not take over-many liberties You've fallen back with a fucking child in your home I will no longer be requiring your services A lack for me How I hoped I could work here forever I give up music with my fucking I don't need any more friends than what I got And I give up clocking that cocksucker upstairs An inscrutable figure Mr.
Hearst Now what I want you to know: His first activities 'impinging on me' (me concernant) I don't hear about 'beforehand' (à l'avance) from you, I'm gonna cut your fucking throat Goodness You see that 200 I've given ya? I do, yes, at the margin of vision That argues there's a better way Take the desk Liberia He mind me here 'fore his say-so? How is he gonna mind you come see your mother? Here in your room He give me this room "You stay here, Aunt Lou.
Who says what, no Goddamn never mind to me.
" That's good then Well, well, well You've company in your room, Aunt Lou My boy, Mr.
Hearst My boy Odell Your boy? How do you do, Odell? How do you do, Sir? Where have you been, Mr.
Hearst? Let me fix you up some breakfast You made yourself at home, Odell, here in the room I set aside for your mother I asked him in, yes, Sir Yes, Sir, that was me asked him in Well, now that your mama has invited you in, I suppose we might say 'on the spur of the moment' (sur un coup de tête), I hope that you'll accept my invitation as well as the hotel's owner and your mother's employer Please, Odell, won't you stay? I will, Sir Thank you.
Thank you for your kindness Not hungry just now, Aunt Lou Here, Al, is your answer Nor would 10 times the sum have tempted me Should have known You confirm my judgment then you were the money's source As it happens, E.
B.
, I was not I see In that case you may view my behavior as a random display of loyalty Explaining yourself offers a better chance of getting it back That money, Al, came from Tolliver Seeking knowledge, as he claimed, of such Hearst's activities as I, operating the man's hotel, might come into How could I not believe it was you orchestrating the approach as some form of test? The alternative would have Tolliver, knowing my history with you, believing nonetheless that he could approach me, 'swaying' (retourner / renverser) my loyalty as if I had no morals more than a street whore Ain't to Tolliver's standard, the baldness of it My thinking exactly The lack of prelude or prologue It's Hearst Hearst, is he Caesar, to have fights to the death for diversion? Murder his workers at 'whim' (caprice)? Smash passages in the fucking wall? A man of less wealth would be in fucking restraints We're in the presence of the new Fuck the fucking new! Jesus Christ, Al Is it over for us here? Go back to the hotel, E.
B.
Save us Think of something Have I ever not? We'll discuss that money another time There's leaving the camp No No, Ino One thing if he knew it was coming, Bill was not shy of drawing first Seth locked up Hearst instead of that Oh, I get it Wh-what does that mean? It means, Mr.
Star, after leading him by the ear through camp for all to fucking see, Seth installs Hearst in a cell adjoining a man he's had killed, that the knife still protrudes out of his chest And as much as me and Hearst conversed, I made him address my ass So do let's don't pretend Hearst will feel he was treated legal or-or-or civilized, or that his bidness with us is finished Hearst is fucking coming Bringing us back to Bill and doing unto others first Which ought maybe include a-a-a visit to Hearst's fucking diggings And his muscle you fail to murder before they arouse? You bring to chase you to camp Judas goat the cocksuckers for Swearengen's men and Tolliver's to 'mow down' (faucher / tuer) from fucking ambush while we're up seeing to Hearst There'll be nothing left of the camp Uh How much you figure will stand once Hearst had his fucking say? Truth is if I on Tolliver's instructions provide an overdose Mrs.
Ellsworth dies from, for being able to say he told me to, who does he fucking croak next? You are lethally fuckin' middled So she says, "No no, I want five 'oxen' (boeufs) and one chicken" Rube fucking humor Mr.
Tolliver Come with me, Leon Let Con calm down 'Hold off' (remet ça à plus tard) Hold off? Hold the fuck off Don't fucking step up the purity Just keep selling her what you've been fucking selling It's a wise man that knows his own limits.
Now go ahead out there, son, and continue doing wrong Yes, Sir, Mr.
Tolliver Cocksucker Everything all right? Leave me alone! Ooh I wouldn't mind turning a fucking trick Get the fuck out of here! We ain't hiring Fuck you anways, Al, for not recognizing a figure of speech It ain't one you ought to employ, you stupid bitch I made a casual remark, and 'off-handed' (désinvolte / pas méchant ?) comment I wouldn't mind turning a fucking trick Operate out of the back of his store, then you're so set on lifting your skirts Let some fuck 'filthy' (sale) from the mines, 'breath rotten' (haleine pourrie) from his broken teeth piss-reeking, shit-stinking fuck every hole in your body What's the matter with you? I lose patience with cunts too ignorant to know when their 'lots' (sort / destin) improved She's using again Who do we speak of now? The fucking Mrs.
Ellsworth And I told her I knew and that she'd ruin her child and that I quit her stupid job Oh, if that don't 'straighten her out' (remis les idées en place),I don't know fucking what What was I supposed to do then? Look after your fucking self, you loopy cunt Now get the fuck outta here! Hello Hello I thought you'd be at the bank I came away without something You might hurry not to make Sofia tardy Where did you stay? At the diggings Was Sofia upset? As you may imagine May I appeal to you to reconsider? I needn't be your husband to be what father to Sofia I can I care for you a great deal An arrangement like ours wouldn't get anymore tolerable to you And I couldn't bear it, seeing.
what you'd do to yourself You'll 'straighten around' (arranger / résoudre, prb) if I go I can't help noticing you just now Mr.
Blazanov, uh I'm sad I see I imagine my murdered parents They were killed on their farm while I was a student in Petersburg I imagine their bodies like the man we found on our walking We are 'swept up' (balayés), are we not, by the large events and forces of our times? How much they saved to send me for study I'm gonna go ahead and try this cobbler Don't think I didn't notice you hadn't tried it yet Oh, that's delicious! And praise God how fast the mails must be getting to be 'Cause it ain't a month since I wrote I keep track when I send you my letters so I know when to hope for one back And him sending for me to come here, it's 27 days since I wrote to tell you that And I just can't feature Odell all that way in Liberia, you could have gotten my letter that took the time it took to get to you and then you take passage to come back here to America, and got from New York City to hell and gone out here all in 27 days I can't feature it's possible Whoo, Praise God, Praise God! Well, Mama, maybe I set out without having the letter But then you couldn't have known I was here Couldn't have knowed it proved, you mean Would've had to took it on faith, reading in the newspaper that he was here in this place, you would be too Decided it was time There you are Here we are Odell.
I had thought to find you inside I hope you don't take me for ungrateful I have an inkling you're wise, Odell I've gotten used to being outdoors All that time at the site of the find What find do you refer to, Son? Liberia, Sir The gold Invite you now to sit down with him to eat "Sit across from me and have dinner, Odell" That before you said Gold, fire's in his eyes you was anyplace indoors at all Gold seemed to change his mind Don't you want to say "Yes, Ma'am" or "Yes, Mama," before that or after, Odell, so my heart feels how sweet you are? No, ma'am Make me know you sweet, God-fearing and truthful like I wanted my boy to be Back from where you send him, raising up to a man, safe amongst his own Liberia free Free? Shit Don't you speak to me thatta way! What way mama? Use language like that to me! No kinda truth? Yes, Ma'am.
Liberia free Praise Jesus Here come the spirit over me Don't you take him in vain Don't you dare to do it! All right All right What was the truth of it then? Liberia? No field work African niggers for that Now they lazy and stupid, Mama American niggers steal off the African, till the English cheat us out of it Hot till you can't breathe Nothing ever be dry Hate the air Hate the breathing in and out Liberia Is there gold, Odell? A rich find, Mama.
Rich.
Praise God He give his son for our sins and Mr.
Hearst to help us Where are you going, boy? Find a place where a nigger can have a drink, before he sits down with Mr.
Hearst Putting that dead one's 'kidneys' (reins) up his nose, however the fuck else they summon up their demons Beat 'thighbones' (fémurs) on 'tin pans' (casseroles / poêles en étain) shake and 'rattle' (agiter) and hop the fuck around Another? Am I 'swine' (lit : porc / pourceau, ici : salaud) , Harry, that in an otherwise empty joint the owner must make a show of relocating further away from me? Maybe it's you being present keeps away the broader clientele And maybe, Tom, it's the chill in here is what does it, when every edifice else in camp's been swanked up and seen to Look inward, why don't you? Instead of always blaming the other Welcome to the Number 10 My name is Tom Harry'll take your order His name is Steve Whiskey Afternoon Where is my dinner companion? I don't know where that boy's got to, Sir I guess we all have different ideas, Aunt Lou, of what constitutes punctuality Guess everybody do about everything, Sir Look like more and more that's true Why don't I go find him? You don't believe he's forgotten? I don't know no more, Sir Let me just get past you What if he returns and you're still gone? Who'll serve dinner? I'm getting past you Mr.
Hearst, please do excuse Where's the livery at? I'm not assuming you know left from right, or I'd have spoken I've never done that sober in my life Pissed yourself? And if account of the 'mishap' (mésaventure) circulates, I will know the fucking source Who could I tell? I'd ve never known it had happened if you hadn't started screaming about it Pissing yourself at the grave of your best friend and most admired person you've ever known, that ain't cause for fucking 'dismay' (consternation / désarroi) ? Bible instructs us when two of different races return from a graveyard together, the event should be marked with liquor Praise God! Thank you, Jesus I come looking for you, that cooked for you and your friend as was strangers to me What's your trouble? Save my boy, Sir That's past his mother's lap Yeah How are your spirits, Chief? All right Do not bullshit me, Dan! The task I'd assign you is pivotal I'm all right And leave the matter at that? Well what the fuck else would you want me to say? Nothing.
You gave me the basis to decide I'm not fuckin' sending you anywhere Well, fuck where you were gonna send me! And fuck the task you were gonna assign me to do! And that confirms my opinion, that indifferent 'rejoinder' (réplique) I'm 'on the verge of' (sur le point de) 'stiking you a fucking blow' (coller une mandale ?) Oh, which I would be inclined to absorb as proof you'd passed the killing of that giant Which I have been waiting for you to volunteer Then why didn't you just ask me to volunteer it? Because opinion solicited does not equal one freely voiced This is what I predicted to Johnny, virtually word for word About what? How you'd react to that killing "Dan, Johnny, does not like killing to end a fair fight.
" "Oh, why, Al?" Asked Johnny "Because - and I fucking have to explain to him - " it's more like a contest, Johnny, or the like, a 'bout' (combat).
" Seeing a light go out of their eyes In the one you had left in its socket Better in his one than the both of yours, hmm? I'd have you go to Cheyenne to see to the hiring of guns All right Wishing an alternative would come to me Want me go to Bismarck? An alternative to the hiring of guns, Dan Yeah, Hearst's pockets are bigger than ours Being neighbor to his prick, which Bullock may as well have 'belittled' (rabaissé) when grabbing him by his fucking ear Do you feature the Nigger General getting my boy to take that money? No man better for the task That Little Nigger General has a gift Gets you to an attitude he'd have you and goes about his business Leaves you to stand in wonderment.
"What happened to change my mood?" Or change my opinion or decision, take money maybe I never featured I would, come fire or flood or the like That's the Little Nigger General all over I pray Jesus you're right Oh, having no pull in that quarter, I'm tolerable confident, I am Could I have a 'swig' (lampée)? Now that is the first giant step towards long-term understanding and friendship Do not employ a mug 'lest' (de peur que) next 'we'd be donning' (nous devions revêtir) white 'gloves' (gants) All right then Yes yes yes Yeah, there's a new house policy now at the Number 10 Saloon: Anyone at all can drink or move in and take up residence, for all the fuck the policy cares Ain't meaning to be here long Ain't looking to drink All's I'm here for, Steve, is to talk to this here Gentleman Go ahead and do 'somersaults' (culbutes) or peel bananas with each other for all I give a fuck The whole place has gone to shit anyhow What could we have to talk about? Your Mama did me a kindness and she asked me to talk to you I guess I also got to tell you she give me $742 to give to you if you just get the hell out of camp What's your name? Nigger General Samuel Fields Now my plan I got 1200 left to me by a tall nigger who,after he sold his fucking livery to Steve there, blew his fucking head off past that $742 in my pocket that I'm trying to give you, my plan is get to San Francisco, buy enough white pussy to stretch from the harbor to the closest rooming house that'll have me and then fuck my way to the pacific ocean She said that, uh, she sent you away Mmm, not far Fucking Africa Damn.
What'd you say made her mad? Called her Mama So now you want to run a little something on her boss, which would be a waste of that high yellow skin, Odell We done talking, Samuel All yours The nigger I appointed to dine with does not appear As well, since his mother's not here to serve us What do you know of last night? My stomach hurt I was discomfited otherwise Stupid, aren't you? Yes, Sir Better than what some of these others are This place displeases me I'm taking measures to bring it down All right Does he speak of the hotel? Or even more? That they're armed and awake don't have to mean they're fucking hired Yeah, and when I feel a shit coming on I'll remember to drop my pants The obvious merits utterance Character is fucking pertinent If I'm to go, I'd as soon get started before the darkness Going means the darkness is upon us Bullock Could him and me talk? Sure.
Converse amongst yourselves Charlie Utter thinks it has to come to blood Charlie Utter's likely right And if it has to, that we should strike first Believe me, even now in the forest, the blade would be between my teeth, me and you making our way stealthily forward And as to us and him, if blood's what it finally comes to, 'Dewy' (rosée) morning's lost its appeal for me I prefer to wake indoors.
Dan! You don't travel tonight! Come Need of canned peaches, Johnny Let's collect the camp elders Be baffled among friends, huh? I tried, Miss Lady No.
No, no Gentlemen Mr.
Hearst Odell! Odell! Hello, Mr.
Hearst Who's the new nigger? Fucking late, son Oh, sorry, Sir Your Mama's tardy as well Is that so? That's all right, we'll await her speaking of gold Oh, that'd be just wonderful, Sir How's the finger?! All right, Mr.
Hearst How's the fucking ear? Good, Bullock, good By dissembling our feelings we keep the strategic edge You don't get him You don't take him from me Oh no You don't get him You don't take him from me Not quick, but she does seem full of purpose People are fucking people, and that is fucked up! You don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, 'cause you don't know people I know people and I know the way they fucking operate Who are you talking to, Jane? What business or concern is that of yours? I wondered where you were I'd hoped you come stay with me instead of going back to all this Whatever you mean by this, I have been recently engaged in complicated negotiations with niggers who equal any other creature walking upright being able to fuck themselves up I got myself a room at Shaunessey's The offer still stands, Jane I'd really like it if you'd come stay with me I am a creature of habit and routine And I am a creature of difficulty falling asleep If I don't mind pissing myself to stay asleep, I'm not likely to destroy a habit routinely sleeping someplace completely elsewhere Come on, Jane.
We're going You ain't got the fucking manpower to pull my ass up Come on You're putting yourself very much in danger, my friend Very very very ver very very much in danger That's all right, Jane Come on