Deadwood s03e12 Episode Script
Tell Him Something Pretty
" Tell Him Something Pretty " Quit your Goddamn knockin'.
I'm comin' Casket's come with your name on it Why tell me in the middle of the night? Body's inside Evidently not mine But I'd as soon make delivery You'll find out where when I decide.
Good night I don't like your tone of voice Who are you, Mr.
Utter, for me to care what you like or don't? I'm the guy that the next time you see me, you'd better take a different fuckin' tone with Given what's in store, I'm not sure I'll ever learn what price I'd have paid for not complyin' Oh, I guess someone lookin' hard might could find you in there somewheres, peekin' from under the covers to make a fuckin' threat Their quality apart, Claudia, failing reception, our efforts are lost to the 'void' (vide) I understand Don't say so! Please! I lose my thought This camp is in mortal danger The man Hearst is a murderous engine My friend Swearengen, aware their combat is unequal, feels the appeal of the 'gory' (sanglant) finish Others I've just come to know stand candidates in the elections, whose results they know may be 'moot' (discutables) What, one is disposes to ask, in fuck ought a theater man to do? Of a certainty, our debut's postponement is necessary But unless of one's own 'volition' (volonté), certain is it too that one would not be canceled To prevent that, if need be, even off the boards, one would take steps of one's fuckin' own! Why did you bring me here? I don't know, child What's the point Al having us leave 'I.
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s for interpretin', find out Al did the rightful thing while he was gone That's big point with Al, ain't it? When he ain't lyin', Al's the most honorable man you'll ever meet Johnny, balance up against this fuckin' Chinese sign while I lay my rack on your shoulder Why? Just shut the fuck up.
Get this meat inside What are you gonna do? Murder Where the fuck you been? I fuckin' vouched for you! We're camped up at the Spearfish 'Meadows' (prés / prairies), as not to tip Hearst off till Swearengen can deploy us I mean, I rode into town to tell you, but I fell one saloon short Come on Lots of Chinks in that meadows up there Is the railroad comin' to camp? To have kept our claim, we'd have had to leave here, you and I, so that thugs we'd have had to engage could counter Mr.
Hearst's thugs without having the further responsibility of defending us So we are to sell, Sofia, so that we may stay To be fair to Mr.
Hearst-which is more than he deserves- the price he is paying assigns a great worth to our holdings, which lacking expertise of our own and others now being absent who might have provided it, as a practical matter makes refusal absurd But how I hate to give that man what he wants Your hair has survived my diatribe If we left, we wouldn't be able to see Mr.
Ellsworth And we are not leaving Your fuckin' throat's gonna be at risk, Hawkeye, in case you don't fuckin' realize, which wouldn't bother me except mine's gonna be too Advancing your interests, Mrs.
Ellsworth, mine and all others, what we do here seems natural and proper Mr.
Newman, I ask you to ready payment to the officers of Mrs.
Ellsworth's bank We'll receive it where we can put it in her safe May I hope, Madam, you do not subscribe to this insulting and juvenile precaution? I do not find the precaution juvenile, so many having been murdered with whom you've had dealings in this camp At least you acknowledge the insult I acknowledge the 'pretense' (faux-semblant) to civility- in a man so brutally vicious-as 'vapid' (insipide) and grotesque Have the gold seen to her bank, Newman.
Have its purity 'assayed' (examinée) Let her or her seconds choose the man When that 'tedium' (ennui, ici : perte de temps ?) is completed, have the documents witnessed as though we were all of us Jews And bring the business back to me Excuse my absence, Mr.
Star, as I hope you'll forgive my thoughtless 'aspersion' (dénigrement) on your race You stand for local office, but some contests being countywide I await wires from the other camps You've changed your scent Can't shut up! Every 'bully' (tyran/brute) I ever met can't shut his fuckin' mouth except when he's afraid You mistake for fear, Mr.
Bullock, what is in fact preoccupation I'm having a conversation you cannot hear Oh see, that's just Miss Stubbs now answering my message I sent her by secret thinking, requesting 'unguent' (onguent) for my 'bruises' (contusions) Hello hello, Miss Stubbs Joanie : Hello hello, yourself.
Hello, Sofia Sofia : Hello, Miss Stubbs I'm just going to the center.
I wondered if you needed anything Oh, I've let her in on it You needn't tell a stretcher how it is you come to appear You told? Asked for unguent by secret thinking for the beating she was giving my hand That's my purpose in the center.
Stopped to ask if you needed aught else If I did, I believe you'd already know Hit her a good one for me I will Come in! I was looking for Mr.
Hearst Who do you think you're talkin' to? Candidly, of late, I'm at pains to be certain which voices are within me and which without This one is without, telling you to come in Of course What is it, Mr.
Hearst? I've sensed for some while we owed each other a talk Let the outcome be 'grim' (sombre/sinistre) or worse, I'll at least be relieved that it's past May I look at the 'addressee' (destinataire)? How will you know to whom it is to be delivered if you do not? Oh dear Well, I'll be on my way then Must have shook 100 hands in Sturgis When you declared for Sheriff, Harry, I feared you'd be a poor campaigner and 'derelict' (négligent) in your duties here You've 'held your end up' (fait ce que tu avais à faire) and more Ache in my hand and 'wrist' (poignet), the 'deep-set dirt' (crasse incrustée) defies me Well, if sweeping, you don't raise your usual simoon, it's a 'paltry' (dérisoire) price to pay Fuck if you saw that comin' I have something to show you, Harry The Finster Model 60 'steam pumper' (pompe à vapeur) fire wagon Three 'brass nozzles' (tuyaux en cuivre) Nickel-finished firebox? I believe that to be the case Did the hats come? Is that a 'checker' (pion) in Steve's mouth? You don't want to look after him, just say so Who says I don't? Only he 'kibitzes' (fait des réflexions sur) my moves Where are you goin'? Takin' him to vote for Bullock This may require my supervision I'll vote just before lunch And I'll go once you've relieved me You don't expect me to believe you didn't 'steam this open' (décacheter à la vapeur) and 'reseal' (sceller à nouveau) it for me to open again I didn't wanna know This motherfucker! For my complicity in his shooting, he orders my death You did read it Be quick then, please Your complicity's mostly in your 'noggin' (caboche), E.
B It's the whore he wants dead By what vile method then? Is Trixie to be drawn and quartered and set aflame? Say he'll have my answer in an hour Al E.
B I can't, Al I can't engage him in further conversation When I hear his voice, I see the inside of his skull! Phantoms grin out at me, 'oozing gruesome goo' (suintant une horrible matière poisseuse) Slide this under his door then Would you rather I tell him? Only decide quickly Fear is every man's portion Did he send for you, Joanie? What's happenin' here, Con? Well, not knowin' Mr.
Tolliver's, uh, present state of feelin' towards you is why I ask Then why don't you stay the fuck out of it, Con? I wasn't fuckin' dreamin'.
It is Joanie Stubbs I got "Stay the fuck out" written on a stone tablet in my bedroom How you feelin', Cy? I get around all right Your color's better Is that a fucking fact? My color's better, Stupid Stupid, this is Joanie Stubbs Hi What's your name, Honey? Go ahead and tell her your name Janine Hi, Janine Hi Go ahead now, Jan-nee-nee-neen, and finish your Latin lessons and your Greek The thirst this girl has for knowledge, she's barely time to suck a prick She's pretty What the fuck do you want? I've been thinking about you is all Help me understand cunt, Lord Saying the other night you oughtn't come inside that school, Cy, don't feel I don't wish you well Buy some lines in the paper, Joanie.
Let the public know I know you meant that for me in your way What? Meant me well If it's Christmas, where's the fucking snow, or the fucking harp music or the like? If it wasn't for you, I'd have died a long long time ago Some happiness has come into my life now, and I'm grateful I didn't My 'lines' (domaines) are women, liquor and 'rigged' (truqués) games of chance.
Are you playing? What do you think of all this trouble Hearst brought? Does a girl have to drive 'cattle' (bétail) for you to eat her pussy? You voting, Leon? Against the opium 'ordinance' (arrêté/loi) What the fuck are you looking at? That whore's gotta die Jen? Hearst won't stand for an empty coffin Likely, he paid most attention to Trixie's tits and snatch, so Jen'll adequately pass Jesus Christ I know.
You like her She's a nice girl All right She's learning to read Spend some time with her, and let me know when you're done You'll scare her I've done it once or twice, Johnny She won't know that's what I'm there for She won't need to.
You scare her no matter what Oh, just give me a fucking knife then.
Just give me the fucking knife Fucking Trixie! Don't get me started What are you doing? Going for a 'stroll' (ballade) to the 'polls' (élections) One vote for Star buys a hand job Repeaters get a suck Trixie I'm through staying inside.
If something's to happen let it happen to me You selfish cunt! No one asked you to put me up That's right.
That's right My fucking choice! I'm not fucking afraid I guess maybe I'm not either Not to die Well, ain't you clever? Ain't you fucking clever, you deep thinkin' fuckin' Jew! Sol : Why bother with your boots then, Trixie, if you're going to be on your knees? Trixie : Let go of me! No! Let me walk out by myself ! The fuck if I will! At least I can say I threw you out if you'd rather die than live with me! Use just half till you see how you stand it It itches bad I'm saying use just half till you see I wanna talk with you No, I mean it, Jen.
I wanna talk Pure conversation Nothing for you to be alarmed about Four and five deep to vote, Boss Eyes up or predominantly down when Hearst's 'goons' (gros-bras) 'glare upon' (intimident du regard) 'em? Uh, I want to go check again Good.
Good.
Never opine short of certainty What is this, Jen? A wall? On the surface, yes, it is But inside, many creatures go about their lives, such as 'ants' (fourmis) They got a whole operation going They got soldier ants and worker ants and whore ants to fuck the soldiers and the workers, right inside that wall, baby ants Everyone's got a task to 'hew to' (abattre/réaliser), Jen You understand me? Jesus Christ's fucking sake We'll talk about this later I can't Give it to me then No Give me the fucking knife She ain't stole or been 'quarrelsome' (querelleuse) or set the bedding afire Get out of my fucking way, Johnny It ain't fair to fucking kill her Since when did that begin entering in? I won't let you pass, Boss Johnny I won't.
I won't let you You're willing to die in her stead? If I got to preferring you'd handle things different Make sure the whore don't leave.
Let Johnny cool down, then knock him the fuck out What's gonna happen? What's gonna happen is I'm gonna go look and see if, perchance, I mightn't be the owner of another fucking knife Richardson! I can't remember Come here.
Give it to me I don't suppose you gonna go vote 'stocking-footed' (en chaussettes) I forgot Ain't those them? You gonna vote for Mr.
Bullock now Even though he beat Mr.
Farnum, 'cause he took you-know-who by his ear Like some others ain't brave enough to do Anyways, Harry Manning gives me splinters How's he do that, child? Raising the windows after he's ate Richardson Richardson, you're right about that South had that man's gas to load in their cannons, shoot, wouldn't be no free niggers nowhere Noah hisself would have throwed him out the boat Now that's for us talking now Don't you be saying what I say to you outside these rooms First you back, you're gonna clean your mess up, Richardson.
You hear me? Yes, Ma'am Okay.
Go on on.
You look fine Thank you Remember who gave it to you, boys.
Vote democratic Look what broke out their cage-a monkey Right to vote shall not be abridged or denied on account of race or color or condition of previous servitude law of the land thereafter, including territories They got something about niggers not waiting their turn? Not that I'm aware of Oh, you ain't aware of it Then I guess you'll want this white man voting first What's a few minutes more? The nigger was before him Yes No he wasn't I guess you're blind and stupid I believe I'll vote later Fuck if you will.
Get your nigger ass back in line You'd better be walking him home afterwards You'd better see to that yourself, 'cause if he don't make it, you'll be eating your 'spuds' (patates) running till I 'hunt you the fuck down' (débusque) And that ends that What your shit-stirring started Will you drop your fucking ballot? Ain't it wonderful, Steve? Sorry for all the 'commotion' (agitation), Miss Stubbs That's all right, Mr.
Utter Uh, I got something at the jail for you and the other one 'Cept right now I'm pretty agitated Well, I got time Maybe you'll calm down as we walk All right How do you make your way, Star, not sometimes buying silence by punching her in the fucking mouth? She thinks Hearst is going to want her dead She thinks you'll kill one of these others Oh, Jesus Christ Al :Jesus Christ Sol : Is it true? I already fucking did Is that true? Don't waste your Jew's time wondering what's true and what ain't You go over there, tell fucking Hearst the whore Trixie has been killed, and then tell Joan of Arc that instead of flames lapping at her tippy-toes, you'd have her live to fuck in the morning And after to you tell fucking Hearst, before you tell that 'loudmouth' (grande gueule) cunt, tell your fucking partner I need him here Don't talk about her that way Oh, I fucking 'recant' (me rétracte).
Off you fucking go.
And don't neglect fucking Bullock.
Water comes to a boil Unlucky fucking 'mutt' (andouille) You remember Hawkeye How many has he got? Ride from Cheyenne 'winnowed the wheat from the chaff' (a séparé le bon grain de l'ivraie) How many, Adams, of the promised 23? Almost 18, Mr.
Swearengen, camped in Spearfish Meadows, ready to join in the issue What does he mean by "Almost 18?" Turn me loose Ain't that Mr.
Wu? In there, Wu Go with him to get the men, station in Cochran's Alley Send word you're positioned with the 'midget' (nain) That went off well Hello, hello What happened, Jane? Nothing out of the ordinary The bank lady took her child to Ellsworth's grave and I got drunk How long you been here? Many years.
Or is it a day or two? What's important is you get to keep asking me questions so I don't get to ask you one Go ahead Why in fuck, with me asking you in to play hot hands with me and Sofia, you stood there instead looking like you just did murder? Well, you didn't.
I'd come in if you'd asked Bullshit! How can you say we've been sending secret thought messages and pretend you didn't know? Well, anyways Anyways, what? Anyways, I've just finished my business at the center Who gives a fuck? I saw you, and then I went to the Bella Union, and I talked to Cy real quick, and then I went and saw the voting- Is that so? Oh, so did you go see Cy real quick? Did you 'pay a quick call' (rendre visite) on Cy? Did they stick some quick pricks in you? It wasn't like that, Jane Who gives a fuck? Not me I saw at the voting what I guess you knowed about Mr.
Utter all these years, and Mr.
Hickok musta knowed What he's like in a tight-one he didn't even need to be in Yeah, he's okay in those I want to be that to you Even when we don't 'get along' (s'entendre) You got that part down perfect, me and him What, the "don't get along"? Of course we had years of practice He sent us this That's Bill Hickok's robe you got there, that's whose that is Warm I, in no way, wish to 'impugn' (contester) his veracity, but I would have Mr.
Swearengen understand that for her try on my life, I ought to see that the whore has paid with her own All right Wherever the viewing will impose least You'll go there? Of course I feel very safe in this camp This fucking place is gonna be a fucking misery Every fucking one of them, every fucking time I walk by, "Ooh, how could you? How could you?" With their big fucking cow eyes The entire fucking 'gaggle' (troupeau) of 'em is gonna have to bleed and quit before we can even hope for peace What's the fucking alternative? I ain't fuckin' killing her that sat nights with me sick and taking slaps to her mug that were some less than fucking fair I should have fucking learned to use a gun, but I'm too fucking 'entrenched' (buté) in my ways And you ain't exactly the one to be leveling criticisms on the score of being slow to adapt You fucking people are the original slow fucking learners! How was she, pal? Good, wonderful I don't mind a small pair of tits You sure you're done? You look the sort could turn right around and drop the hammer again I will if it's free See you later, Pal C'mere Did it seem like Hearst ordered the interference? Huh-uh Being stupid on his own, that strong-arm was Or if you want, I could say "Yes.
" Tea, Mr.
Utter? Tea got kick to it too, a little, don't it? Would you rather coffee? Oh, no no no I ought to get familiar with tea Uh, Much free liquor as them Pinkertons poured against you, Sheriff, it seemed like strong support for you and Star My election's countywide, Charlie That's what's fucking worrisome, fucking countywide aspect Mr.
Star I'm sorry for 'barging in' (faire irruption), uh What is it, Sol? Uh, everything Mr.
Langrishe 'Making bold' (je m'enhardis) to ask after your health, Sir I was shot in the shoulder So one understood But the wound seems healing clean And your back, Sir? Oh, deprived of your Turkish artillery treatments, my back is as it was Please blame my 'dereliction' (négligence) on the demands of readying our theater I had been blaming your choosing old friends over new 'acquaintances' (relations) Please, sit down One prays always, Sir, as one's store is depleted by time, new acquaintances may become one's friends As your friend, I ask if you believe that fate has not chosen for your encounter with your deepest destiny the place where you now find yourself, while decreeing for some- my friend Swearengen included-quite otherwise? Your proposition is that this place at this hour will show all of Mr.
Swearengen? Yes And Mr.
Bullock, who took me by the ear? I only hazard my impression that, less possessing his character than possessed by it, he is also someone for whom the outcome must be soon Whilst imagining for you, Mr.
Hearst, the earth entertaining some larger purpose to be told you elsewhere and at another time Why do you say so? In those words, I mean-"The earth speaks"? A vestige of childhood tales in which not only humans spoke, but other creatures too Mountains and streams I imagine she speaks to me still, the earth, what's inside her, how to get it out Comprehending such a language can cost a man his own kind's sympathies Arguing perhaps for a more solitary life Sad 'anointing' (sacre) The mountain I must go up on, Mr.
Langrishe, I have ascended before It's in Montana, and I came down it with silver, suspecting there was copper too, and now I'm told that's true Do I understand you to say you're leaving us? For the Anaconda, yes But first, I'll have the election returns, and then one last visit with your friend to see the cunt who shot me dead Good day, Sir Box her in my office Send Jewel up to clean up the mess? If I'm having her boxed in my fucking office, don't I want the blood left for the cocksucker to see? And when that's over, if we're still alive, I'll clean my own fucking mess up Look in on Johnny, see if he's grown the fuck up Sturgis is a 'landslide' (victoire écrasante) for Harry Manning Heavy 'turnout' (participation) among the bivouacked military "Within the hour," Hearst said 20 minutes or so ago Didn't you tell him? I have not as yet, no How do you think you might enjoy private life? Sturgis? Put her in? Don't I want to put my dress on her first, you fucking moron? I'm sent to check on Johnny.
I'll come back and put her in She's, uh, putting Jen in her dress Johnny Then I'll do the boxing We show united in the prelude when he's making his entrance and the fucking like Comes to viewing the body, I stand for virtue alone The deception failing, I'll 'make a pass' (faire des avances) at him with my blade In the aftermath, play the lie as mine, knowing I speak of you in heaven Others owe thought to the future-their thinking straightforward don't come that naturally to Fuck you, Dan! Fuck you! You got my condolences As sorrowful as the passing of Jen is, you know that Al, he didn't have no choice Bullshit Feeling how he feels about Trixie, is what I'm saying Come on, Johnny, you side with your feelings Right or wrong, you side with your feelings Now can you come to yourself in time to be of some fucking use? You don't chew your cabbage twice, do you, Mr.
Newman? I guess I don't have to set big blocks of time aside for this future collaboration between us that Mr.
Hearst outlines here You don't want to crack too fucking wise I don't want to be talking to you at all, Mr.
Newman, but that seems to be the way the hand lays I tell him you agree? Yeah, you tell him I agree, and I appreciate the chance at a new friendship A few nails in the box, Dan, would do me for pretext All but sucked your prick, you'd have me be your fucking quartermaster The rising tide of fucking chinks, Janine? The 'ragtag' (disparate) collection by the hardware store: I'd put in Swearengen's camp Good dope today, am I right, Leon? Last two or three days have been good You are a fucking beauty, Leon Lifts me up to be with you Jesus! What the fuck did you do to me, Sir? I believe I fucking stabbed you Gentlemen Any word yet on how the other camps have voted? Is it as Sheriff, Mr.
Bullock, you divide us? Need anyone divide us inside? Are you sure you still hold office? If I'm beat, it owes to Yankton's whore buying cavalry repeaters in Sturgis Why, Sir, then you must protest; camp in Yankton; protest and demand justice; grab the legislators by their ears Ain't you hear to confirm a croaker? In here? Mr.
Newman and so many of his cohorts as he deems appropriate will precede us You don't mind if I go in alone? Not at all, Sir Hearst moves his operating headquarters to Lead, I get to see to all his other-than-mining interests here in the camp Congratulations, Sir Thank you, Leon If those are your last words here on earth, you tell the Lord you went out stupid He's dead Oh, not yet, honey See how the blood still pumps a little out his leg? When they're dead, that turns to seep Do you believe I will leave without seeing? Well, I was hesitant to presume What do you want done with that body? It's Mr.
Swearengen's affair now The body at my fucking freight office, what you want down with that one? You'll be wired instructions Has she family ought be notified? I don't notify fucking family I guess especially not hers She has a sister, whores in Gunnison Jen's sister, you could write to, care of the Yellowbird I'd take that fucking scrub brush I wonder if, the other day, you took my not publishing the news that you'd been shot for a failure to observe, or lay it correctly to a judgment on my part that suppressing the news would better serve the camp I've stopped reading your paper, Merrick I'll have my people here start another one- to lie the other way Hop down I'd like to take a last look around If I'm quick enough about this, Janine, maybe me and Mr.
Hearst will get to hear the Lord judge Leon You want to get a listen too? Huh? No, Charlie Yes, Mr.
Bullock? You've looked at your last body You're done tipping your fucking hat Get out of here or I'll drag you out by the ear Oh, Please.
Please don't Drive on Tell fucking Con to take care of that asshole You done fucking good I did fucking nothing That's often a tough one, in aid of the larger purpose Which is laying head to pillow, not confusing yourself with a sucker? Far as I ever get 'Cause that's gonna be a project tonight Did she suffer? I was gentle as I was able, and that's the last we'll fucking speak of it, Johnny Wants me to tell him something pretty [ The end? Let's hope it's a "to be continued" .]
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I'm comin' Casket's come with your name on it Why tell me in the middle of the night? Body's inside Evidently not mine But I'd as soon make delivery You'll find out where when I decide.
Good night I don't like your tone of voice Who are you, Mr.
Utter, for me to care what you like or don't? I'm the guy that the next time you see me, you'd better take a different fuckin' tone with Given what's in store, I'm not sure I'll ever learn what price I'd have paid for not complyin' Oh, I guess someone lookin' hard might could find you in there somewheres, peekin' from under the covers to make a fuckin' threat Their quality apart, Claudia, failing reception, our efforts are lost to the 'void' (vide) I understand Don't say so! Please! I lose my thought This camp is in mortal danger The man Hearst is a murderous engine My friend Swearengen, aware their combat is unequal, feels the appeal of the 'gory' (sanglant) finish Others I've just come to know stand candidates in the elections, whose results they know may be 'moot' (discutables) What, one is disposes to ask, in fuck ought a theater man to do? Of a certainty, our debut's postponement is necessary But unless of one's own 'volition' (volonté), certain is it too that one would not be canceled To prevent that, if need be, even off the boards, one would take steps of one's fuckin' own! Why did you bring me here? I don't know, child What's the point Al having us leave 'I.
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s for interpretin', find out Al did the rightful thing while he was gone That's big point with Al, ain't it? When he ain't lyin', Al's the most honorable man you'll ever meet Johnny, balance up against this fuckin' Chinese sign while I lay my rack on your shoulder Why? Just shut the fuck up.
Get this meat inside What are you gonna do? Murder Where the fuck you been? I fuckin' vouched for you! We're camped up at the Spearfish 'Meadows' (prés / prairies), as not to tip Hearst off till Swearengen can deploy us I mean, I rode into town to tell you, but I fell one saloon short Come on Lots of Chinks in that meadows up there Is the railroad comin' to camp? To have kept our claim, we'd have had to leave here, you and I, so that thugs we'd have had to engage could counter Mr.
Hearst's thugs without having the further responsibility of defending us So we are to sell, Sofia, so that we may stay To be fair to Mr.
Hearst-which is more than he deserves- the price he is paying assigns a great worth to our holdings, which lacking expertise of our own and others now being absent who might have provided it, as a practical matter makes refusal absurd But how I hate to give that man what he wants Your hair has survived my diatribe If we left, we wouldn't be able to see Mr.
Ellsworth And we are not leaving Your fuckin' throat's gonna be at risk, Hawkeye, in case you don't fuckin' realize, which wouldn't bother me except mine's gonna be too Advancing your interests, Mrs.
Ellsworth, mine and all others, what we do here seems natural and proper Mr.
Newman, I ask you to ready payment to the officers of Mrs.
Ellsworth's bank We'll receive it where we can put it in her safe May I hope, Madam, you do not subscribe to this insulting and juvenile precaution? I do not find the precaution juvenile, so many having been murdered with whom you've had dealings in this camp At least you acknowledge the insult I acknowledge the 'pretense' (faux-semblant) to civility- in a man so brutally vicious-as 'vapid' (insipide) and grotesque Have the gold seen to her bank, Newman.
Have its purity 'assayed' (examinée) Let her or her seconds choose the man When that 'tedium' (ennui, ici : perte de temps ?) is completed, have the documents witnessed as though we were all of us Jews And bring the business back to me Excuse my absence, Mr.
Star, as I hope you'll forgive my thoughtless 'aspersion' (dénigrement) on your race You stand for local office, but some contests being countywide I await wires from the other camps You've changed your scent Can't shut up! Every 'bully' (tyran/brute) I ever met can't shut his fuckin' mouth except when he's afraid You mistake for fear, Mr.
Bullock, what is in fact preoccupation I'm having a conversation you cannot hear Oh see, that's just Miss Stubbs now answering my message I sent her by secret thinking, requesting 'unguent' (onguent) for my 'bruises' (contusions) Hello hello, Miss Stubbs Joanie : Hello hello, yourself.
Hello, Sofia Sofia : Hello, Miss Stubbs I'm just going to the center.
I wondered if you needed anything Oh, I've let her in on it You needn't tell a stretcher how it is you come to appear You told? Asked for unguent by secret thinking for the beating she was giving my hand That's my purpose in the center.
Stopped to ask if you needed aught else If I did, I believe you'd already know Hit her a good one for me I will Come in! I was looking for Mr.
Hearst Who do you think you're talkin' to? Candidly, of late, I'm at pains to be certain which voices are within me and which without This one is without, telling you to come in Of course What is it, Mr.
Hearst? I've sensed for some while we owed each other a talk Let the outcome be 'grim' (sombre/sinistre) or worse, I'll at least be relieved that it's past May I look at the 'addressee' (destinataire)? How will you know to whom it is to be delivered if you do not? Oh dear Well, I'll be on my way then Must have shook 100 hands in Sturgis When you declared for Sheriff, Harry, I feared you'd be a poor campaigner and 'derelict' (négligent) in your duties here You've 'held your end up' (fait ce que tu avais à faire) and more Ache in my hand and 'wrist' (poignet), the 'deep-set dirt' (crasse incrustée) defies me Well, if sweeping, you don't raise your usual simoon, it's a 'paltry' (dérisoire) price to pay Fuck if you saw that comin' I have something to show you, Harry The Finster Model 60 'steam pumper' (pompe à vapeur) fire wagon Three 'brass nozzles' (tuyaux en cuivre) Nickel-finished firebox? I believe that to be the case Did the hats come? Is that a 'checker' (pion) in Steve's mouth? You don't want to look after him, just say so Who says I don't? Only he 'kibitzes' (fait des réflexions sur) my moves Where are you goin'? Takin' him to vote for Bullock This may require my supervision I'll vote just before lunch And I'll go once you've relieved me You don't expect me to believe you didn't 'steam this open' (décacheter à la vapeur) and 'reseal' (sceller à nouveau) it for me to open again I didn't wanna know This motherfucker! For my complicity in his shooting, he orders my death You did read it Be quick then, please Your complicity's mostly in your 'noggin' (caboche), E.
B It's the whore he wants dead By what vile method then? Is Trixie to be drawn and quartered and set aflame? Say he'll have my answer in an hour Al E.
B I can't, Al I can't engage him in further conversation When I hear his voice, I see the inside of his skull! Phantoms grin out at me, 'oozing gruesome goo' (suintant une horrible matière poisseuse) Slide this under his door then Would you rather I tell him? Only decide quickly Fear is every man's portion Did he send for you, Joanie? What's happenin' here, Con? Well, not knowin' Mr.
Tolliver's, uh, present state of feelin' towards you is why I ask Then why don't you stay the fuck out of it, Con? I wasn't fuckin' dreamin'.
It is Joanie Stubbs I got "Stay the fuck out" written on a stone tablet in my bedroom How you feelin', Cy? I get around all right Your color's better Is that a fucking fact? My color's better, Stupid Stupid, this is Joanie Stubbs Hi What's your name, Honey? Go ahead and tell her your name Janine Hi, Janine Hi Go ahead now, Jan-nee-nee-neen, and finish your Latin lessons and your Greek The thirst this girl has for knowledge, she's barely time to suck a prick She's pretty What the fuck do you want? I've been thinking about you is all Help me understand cunt, Lord Saying the other night you oughtn't come inside that school, Cy, don't feel I don't wish you well Buy some lines in the paper, Joanie.
Let the public know I know you meant that for me in your way What? Meant me well If it's Christmas, where's the fucking snow, or the fucking harp music or the like? If it wasn't for you, I'd have died a long long time ago Some happiness has come into my life now, and I'm grateful I didn't My 'lines' (domaines) are women, liquor and 'rigged' (truqués) games of chance.
Are you playing? What do you think of all this trouble Hearst brought? Does a girl have to drive 'cattle' (bétail) for you to eat her pussy? You voting, Leon? Against the opium 'ordinance' (arrêté/loi) What the fuck are you looking at? That whore's gotta die Jen? Hearst won't stand for an empty coffin Likely, he paid most attention to Trixie's tits and snatch, so Jen'll adequately pass Jesus Christ I know.
You like her She's a nice girl All right She's learning to read Spend some time with her, and let me know when you're done You'll scare her I've done it once or twice, Johnny She won't know that's what I'm there for She won't need to.
You scare her no matter what Oh, just give me a fucking knife then.
Just give me the fucking knife Fucking Trixie! Don't get me started What are you doing? Going for a 'stroll' (ballade) to the 'polls' (élections) One vote for Star buys a hand job Repeaters get a suck Trixie I'm through staying inside.
If something's to happen let it happen to me You selfish cunt! No one asked you to put me up That's right.
That's right My fucking choice! I'm not fucking afraid I guess maybe I'm not either Not to die Well, ain't you clever? Ain't you fucking clever, you deep thinkin' fuckin' Jew! Sol : Why bother with your boots then, Trixie, if you're going to be on your knees? Trixie : Let go of me! No! Let me walk out by myself ! The fuck if I will! At least I can say I threw you out if you'd rather die than live with me! Use just half till you see how you stand it It itches bad I'm saying use just half till you see I wanna talk with you No, I mean it, Jen.
I wanna talk Pure conversation Nothing for you to be alarmed about Four and five deep to vote, Boss Eyes up or predominantly down when Hearst's 'goons' (gros-bras) 'glare upon' (intimident du regard) 'em? Uh, I want to go check again Good.
Good.
Never opine short of certainty What is this, Jen? A wall? On the surface, yes, it is But inside, many creatures go about their lives, such as 'ants' (fourmis) They got a whole operation going They got soldier ants and worker ants and whore ants to fuck the soldiers and the workers, right inside that wall, baby ants Everyone's got a task to 'hew to' (abattre/réaliser), Jen You understand me? Jesus Christ's fucking sake We'll talk about this later I can't Give it to me then No Give me the fucking knife She ain't stole or been 'quarrelsome' (querelleuse) or set the bedding afire Get out of my fucking way, Johnny It ain't fair to fucking kill her Since when did that begin entering in? I won't let you pass, Boss Johnny I won't.
I won't let you You're willing to die in her stead? If I got to preferring you'd handle things different Make sure the whore don't leave.
Let Johnny cool down, then knock him the fuck out What's gonna happen? What's gonna happen is I'm gonna go look and see if, perchance, I mightn't be the owner of another fucking knife Richardson! I can't remember Come here.
Give it to me I don't suppose you gonna go vote 'stocking-footed' (en chaussettes) I forgot Ain't those them? You gonna vote for Mr.
Bullock now Even though he beat Mr.
Farnum, 'cause he took you-know-who by his ear Like some others ain't brave enough to do Anyways, Harry Manning gives me splinters How's he do that, child? Raising the windows after he's ate Richardson Richardson, you're right about that South had that man's gas to load in their cannons, shoot, wouldn't be no free niggers nowhere Noah hisself would have throwed him out the boat Now that's for us talking now Don't you be saying what I say to you outside these rooms First you back, you're gonna clean your mess up, Richardson.
You hear me? Yes, Ma'am Okay.
Go on on.
You look fine Thank you Remember who gave it to you, boys.
Vote democratic Look what broke out their cage-a monkey Right to vote shall not be abridged or denied on account of race or color or condition of previous servitude law of the land thereafter, including territories They got something about niggers not waiting their turn? Not that I'm aware of Oh, you ain't aware of it Then I guess you'll want this white man voting first What's a few minutes more? The nigger was before him Yes No he wasn't I guess you're blind and stupid I believe I'll vote later Fuck if you will.
Get your nigger ass back in line You'd better be walking him home afterwards You'd better see to that yourself, 'cause if he don't make it, you'll be eating your 'spuds' (patates) running till I 'hunt you the fuck down' (débusque) And that ends that What your shit-stirring started Will you drop your fucking ballot? Ain't it wonderful, Steve? Sorry for all the 'commotion' (agitation), Miss Stubbs That's all right, Mr.
Utter Uh, I got something at the jail for you and the other one 'Cept right now I'm pretty agitated Well, I got time Maybe you'll calm down as we walk All right How do you make your way, Star, not sometimes buying silence by punching her in the fucking mouth? She thinks Hearst is going to want her dead She thinks you'll kill one of these others Oh, Jesus Christ Al :Jesus Christ Sol : Is it true? I already fucking did Is that true? Don't waste your Jew's time wondering what's true and what ain't You go over there, tell fucking Hearst the whore Trixie has been killed, and then tell Joan of Arc that instead of flames lapping at her tippy-toes, you'd have her live to fuck in the morning And after to you tell fucking Hearst, before you tell that 'loudmouth' (grande gueule) cunt, tell your fucking partner I need him here Don't talk about her that way Oh, I fucking 'recant' (me rétracte).
Off you fucking go.
And don't neglect fucking Bullock.
Water comes to a boil Unlucky fucking 'mutt' (andouille) You remember Hawkeye How many has he got? Ride from Cheyenne 'winnowed the wheat from the chaff' (a séparé le bon grain de l'ivraie) How many, Adams, of the promised 23? Almost 18, Mr.
Swearengen, camped in Spearfish Meadows, ready to join in the issue What does he mean by "Almost 18?" Turn me loose Ain't that Mr.
Wu? In there, Wu Go with him to get the men, station in Cochran's Alley Send word you're positioned with the 'midget' (nain) That went off well Hello, hello What happened, Jane? Nothing out of the ordinary The bank lady took her child to Ellsworth's grave and I got drunk How long you been here? Many years.
Or is it a day or two? What's important is you get to keep asking me questions so I don't get to ask you one Go ahead Why in fuck, with me asking you in to play hot hands with me and Sofia, you stood there instead looking like you just did murder? Well, you didn't.
I'd come in if you'd asked Bullshit! How can you say we've been sending secret thought messages and pretend you didn't know? Well, anyways Anyways, what? Anyways, I've just finished my business at the center Who gives a fuck? I saw you, and then I went to the Bella Union, and I talked to Cy real quick, and then I went and saw the voting- Is that so? Oh, so did you go see Cy real quick? Did you 'pay a quick call' (rendre visite) on Cy? Did they stick some quick pricks in you? It wasn't like that, Jane Who gives a fuck? Not me I saw at the voting what I guess you knowed about Mr.
Utter all these years, and Mr.
Hickok musta knowed What he's like in a tight-one he didn't even need to be in Yeah, he's okay in those I want to be that to you Even when we don't 'get along' (s'entendre) You got that part down perfect, me and him What, the "don't get along"? Of course we had years of practice He sent us this That's Bill Hickok's robe you got there, that's whose that is Warm I, in no way, wish to 'impugn' (contester) his veracity, but I would have Mr.
Swearengen understand that for her try on my life, I ought to see that the whore has paid with her own All right Wherever the viewing will impose least You'll go there? Of course I feel very safe in this camp This fucking place is gonna be a fucking misery Every fucking one of them, every fucking time I walk by, "Ooh, how could you? How could you?" With their big fucking cow eyes The entire fucking 'gaggle' (troupeau) of 'em is gonna have to bleed and quit before we can even hope for peace What's the fucking alternative? I ain't fuckin' killing her that sat nights with me sick and taking slaps to her mug that were some less than fucking fair I should have fucking learned to use a gun, but I'm too fucking 'entrenched' (buté) in my ways And you ain't exactly the one to be leveling criticisms on the score of being slow to adapt You fucking people are the original slow fucking learners! How was she, pal? Good, wonderful I don't mind a small pair of tits You sure you're done? You look the sort could turn right around and drop the hammer again I will if it's free See you later, Pal C'mere Did it seem like Hearst ordered the interference? Huh-uh Being stupid on his own, that strong-arm was Or if you want, I could say "Yes.
" Tea, Mr.
Utter? Tea got kick to it too, a little, don't it? Would you rather coffee? Oh, no no no I ought to get familiar with tea Uh, Much free liquor as them Pinkertons poured against you, Sheriff, it seemed like strong support for you and Star My election's countywide, Charlie That's what's fucking worrisome, fucking countywide aspect Mr.
Star I'm sorry for 'barging in' (faire irruption), uh What is it, Sol? Uh, everything Mr.
Langrishe 'Making bold' (je m'enhardis) to ask after your health, Sir I was shot in the shoulder So one understood But the wound seems healing clean And your back, Sir? Oh, deprived of your Turkish artillery treatments, my back is as it was Please blame my 'dereliction' (négligence) on the demands of readying our theater I had been blaming your choosing old friends over new 'acquaintances' (relations) Please, sit down One prays always, Sir, as one's store is depleted by time, new acquaintances may become one's friends As your friend, I ask if you believe that fate has not chosen for your encounter with your deepest destiny the place where you now find yourself, while decreeing for some- my friend Swearengen included-quite otherwise? Your proposition is that this place at this hour will show all of Mr.
Swearengen? Yes And Mr.
Bullock, who took me by the ear? I only hazard my impression that, less possessing his character than possessed by it, he is also someone for whom the outcome must be soon Whilst imagining for you, Mr.
Hearst, the earth entertaining some larger purpose to be told you elsewhere and at another time Why do you say so? In those words, I mean-"The earth speaks"? A vestige of childhood tales in which not only humans spoke, but other creatures too Mountains and streams I imagine she speaks to me still, the earth, what's inside her, how to get it out Comprehending such a language can cost a man his own kind's sympathies Arguing perhaps for a more solitary life Sad 'anointing' (sacre) The mountain I must go up on, Mr.
Langrishe, I have ascended before It's in Montana, and I came down it with silver, suspecting there was copper too, and now I'm told that's true Do I understand you to say you're leaving us? For the Anaconda, yes But first, I'll have the election returns, and then one last visit with your friend to see the cunt who shot me dead Good day, Sir Box her in my office Send Jewel up to clean up the mess? If I'm having her boxed in my fucking office, don't I want the blood left for the cocksucker to see? And when that's over, if we're still alive, I'll clean my own fucking mess up Look in on Johnny, see if he's grown the fuck up Sturgis is a 'landslide' (victoire écrasante) for Harry Manning Heavy 'turnout' (participation) among the bivouacked military "Within the hour," Hearst said 20 minutes or so ago Didn't you tell him? I have not as yet, no How do you think you might enjoy private life? Sturgis? Put her in? Don't I want to put my dress on her first, you fucking moron? I'm sent to check on Johnny.
I'll come back and put her in She's, uh, putting Jen in her dress Johnny Then I'll do the boxing We show united in the prelude when he's making his entrance and the fucking like Comes to viewing the body, I stand for virtue alone The deception failing, I'll 'make a pass' (faire des avances) at him with my blade In the aftermath, play the lie as mine, knowing I speak of you in heaven Others owe thought to the future-their thinking straightforward don't come that naturally to Fuck you, Dan! Fuck you! You got my condolences As sorrowful as the passing of Jen is, you know that Al, he didn't have no choice Bullshit Feeling how he feels about Trixie, is what I'm saying Come on, Johnny, you side with your feelings Right or wrong, you side with your feelings Now can you come to yourself in time to be of some fucking use? You don't chew your cabbage twice, do you, Mr.
Newman? I guess I don't have to set big blocks of time aside for this future collaboration between us that Mr.
Hearst outlines here You don't want to crack too fucking wise I don't want to be talking to you at all, Mr.
Newman, but that seems to be the way the hand lays I tell him you agree? Yeah, you tell him I agree, and I appreciate the chance at a new friendship A few nails in the box, Dan, would do me for pretext All but sucked your prick, you'd have me be your fucking quartermaster The rising tide of fucking chinks, Janine? The 'ragtag' (disparate) collection by the hardware store: I'd put in Swearengen's camp Good dope today, am I right, Leon? Last two or three days have been good You are a fucking beauty, Leon Lifts me up to be with you Jesus! What the fuck did you do to me, Sir? I believe I fucking stabbed you Gentlemen Any word yet on how the other camps have voted? Is it as Sheriff, Mr.
Bullock, you divide us? Need anyone divide us inside? Are you sure you still hold office? If I'm beat, it owes to Yankton's whore buying cavalry repeaters in Sturgis Why, Sir, then you must protest; camp in Yankton; protest and demand justice; grab the legislators by their ears Ain't you hear to confirm a croaker? In here? Mr.
Newman and so many of his cohorts as he deems appropriate will precede us You don't mind if I go in alone? Not at all, Sir Hearst moves his operating headquarters to Lead, I get to see to all his other-than-mining interests here in the camp Congratulations, Sir Thank you, Leon If those are your last words here on earth, you tell the Lord you went out stupid He's dead Oh, not yet, honey See how the blood still pumps a little out his leg? When they're dead, that turns to seep Do you believe I will leave without seeing? Well, I was hesitant to presume What do you want done with that body? It's Mr.
Swearengen's affair now The body at my fucking freight office, what you want down with that one? You'll be wired instructions Has she family ought be notified? I don't notify fucking family I guess especially not hers She has a sister, whores in Gunnison Jen's sister, you could write to, care of the Yellowbird I'd take that fucking scrub brush I wonder if, the other day, you took my not publishing the news that you'd been shot for a failure to observe, or lay it correctly to a judgment on my part that suppressing the news would better serve the camp I've stopped reading your paper, Merrick I'll have my people here start another one- to lie the other way Hop down I'd like to take a last look around If I'm quick enough about this, Janine, maybe me and Mr.
Hearst will get to hear the Lord judge Leon You want to get a listen too? Huh? No, Charlie Yes, Mr.
Bullock? You've looked at your last body You're done tipping your fucking hat Get out of here or I'll drag you out by the ear Oh, Please.
Please don't Drive on Tell fucking Con to take care of that asshole You done fucking good I did fucking nothing That's often a tough one, in aid of the larger purpose Which is laying head to pillow, not confusing yourself with a sucker? Far as I ever get 'Cause that's gonna be a project tonight Did she suffer? I was gentle as I was able, and that's the last we'll fucking speak of it, Johnny Wants me to tell him something pretty [ The end? Let's hope it's a "to be continued" .]
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