Episode
29: “A
Two-Headed Beast”
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(Open in a room at the Bella Union. Con is playing "Ship's Captain" with a whore who’s taking a bath. He grabs her breast and starts talking into it, as though it were the blowpipe on the bridge of a ship)
Con: Engine room!
This is the Captain! Throw
coal to the fuckin’ boiler! And a
hard right rudder! (laughs) Hello, the galley! Fuckin’ jeroboam of champagne to the
bridge immediately! (Cy enters, looking surprised) Uh, Mr. T. Uh, brief uh, idle time, uh, a harmless,
uh, wilin’ away.
Cy: I’m
considering, Con, being Swearengen’s decided a underling’ll represent him in
certain of our mutual transactions, would it be my seemly tactic to do
likewise?
Con:
Hmm.
Cy: I’d
need to know my man had discipline and appetites in fuckin’ harness and the
like.
Con:
Well, what this is, Sir, uh…yesterday, I occasioned to fuck a woman after a
considerable period of abstention, and that seems now to have…throwed me
unawares, uh, into a fuckin’ spasm of sex interest, which I…fuckin’ pray will be
brief.
Cy:
Well…I believe I’ll defer enlisting you in this other
aspect.
Con:
Prudent, Sir, till I get well on the other fuckin’ side. (Cy leaves, Con turns and again grabs the
whore’s breast) Iceberg fuckin’ avoided. Looming fuckin’
catastrophe.
(Cut to Hearst’s room at the hotel. Silas is seated,
talking to Hearst while Turner looks on.)
Hearst: Mr. Tolliver and Mr. Swearengen are…uneasy
colleagues.
Silas: I
wouldn’t know, Sir.
Hearst:
That feels to me less than a full verity.
Silas:
(pauses) I don’t know what that means, Mr. Hearst.
Hearst:
That you not knowin’ about any—uneasiness between Tolliver and Swearengen sounds
to me like a lie.
Silas:
Yeah. I guess so.
Hearst:
Better.
Silas:
Would you want me saying my first loyalty was to you, Mr. Hearst, or to verity
instead of Mr. Swearengen? That’d sound like a lie too, and peg me a liar in the
bargain.
Hearst:
So I’ll have to win you away.
Silas: I
guess so.
Hearst:
But I oughtn’t to imagine the process will be quick.
Silas:
Guess not.
Hearst:
Good, Adams. Did he coach you
long?
Silas:
Didn’t fuckin’ coach me at all, Mr. Hearst.
Hearst:
Captain Turner. (Turner steps
forward)
Turner:
Go tell your friend I know he’s afraid of me.
Silas:
Dority? Big
guy?
Turner: I
guess he looks big to you.
Silas: (To Hearst) Is that what you brought me
here for? You want me to take that
back to Dority?
Hearst: I
guess so. (Silas sort of rolls his eyes)
(Cut to the back of the Grand Central, Fields is
waiting there as Aunt Lou brings out a covered dish of
food)
Fields: Crazy nigger at the livery’s in your
debt.
Lou:
Crazy nigger at the livery ought not plan on this becomin’ no
habit.
Fields:
No chance of that. He’s bound for
Oregon, Miss Lady, with the handsome nigger you’re talkin’ to right now, if our
luck holds to the afternoon.
Lou: Get
off your ass and start to walkin’.
Your friend might get to eat that warm. (Lou takes up a broom and starts hitting a
hanging rug to clean it)
Fields:
Go ahead. Put a hole in that
thing.
Lou: I’m
measuring the stroke to move you along with the rest of this shit.
Fields:
Much obliged! (leaves)
Lou:
Travel safe.
(Cut to the alley outside No 10. Steve is washing up
in a basin while Tom looks on .)
Steve: Biggest day of my goddamn life, and I get a fuckin’
spittoon spilled over my head.
Tom: That
you already knocked on its side when you were fuckin’ dozing. I’m glad I did it. I’ve enough blood and guts spilt in my
goddamn place, Steve. For a
lifetime, you understand?! If
it takes the contents of a spittoon to make you fuckin’ wash, then so fuckin’ be
it!
Steve:
What does washin’ have to do with the other, Tom?
Tom:
Well, to put you on the fuckin’ path, fuckin’ respect yourself, and the fuckin’
occasion, and bring no more fuckin’ shame onto my place, god damn it! (Steve notices that a group of Chinese are
watching him.)
Steve: After I own the livery, you slanty-eyed bastards,
maybe you’d like to come by and look at me then! Now get the fuck outta
here!
Tom:
Here! (Tosses Steve’s shirt to him) Harry,
what time is it?
Harry: Hour ‘n 17 minutes till 10:00.
Steve: 67
minutes until my fuckin’ luck changes forever.
Tom:
(Tom and Harry exchange looks) No harm in him showin’ up
early.
(Cut to the bank. Alma is carefully trimming a potted
plant while Merrick sits across her desk.)
Merrick: You’ve done this camp a great service, Mrs.
Ellsworth.
Alma: You’re very kind. (Carefully trimming the plant.) And yet,
Mr. Merrick, in candor, witnessing the events of late in the east, oughtn’t any
depositor pause and consider before trusting his savings to a
bank?
Merrick:
Uh, well, I suppose that’s true. (looks confused)
Alma: Which is why a
bank owned locally wishing to make available funds to organize and develop our
community…to build businesses and homes, and whose deposits are guaranteed by
gold not two miles distant from this building in which we sit, isn’t that why
the depositor at the Bank of Deadwood, having considered, ought come forward in
assurance and confidence
Merrick:
Yes! Yes.
Alma: Have you any
questions for me?
Merrick:
I have not, Madam. Not, not at the
present moment.
(Merrick leaves, Alma is acting stoned, gazing into
the distance while Trixie looks on with concern. Eventually their eyes meet and
Alma realizes she is being watched.)
(Cut to the Gem saloon, Al, Dan, Johnny and Silas are
sitting at a table)
Dan: Well,
I guess that argues for me showing Captain Cuntface how goddamn afraid I
am.
Al: It
wasn’t after talk between you and Turner?
Silas: (Shakes his head) Hearst was there when
Turner said it, and Hearst I asked did he want it brought back to you. (Points at Dan) Hearst says to me, “I
guess so.”
Al: “Guess so” don’t sound like Hearst.
Silas:
I’d said “I guess so” before. I
think he was making small of me.
Dan: What
is there to consider over, Al? That
sea creature Turner called me out.
Al: It’s
Hearst calling you out. I’m trying
to decipher his reason.
Dan:
Well, me seein’ to Turner will not delay your goddamn
decipherin’.
Al: Can
you shut up now, Dan, that you fuckin’ couldn’t before?
Dan: He
hurt you, then he calls to you like a dog.
I had to tell him to fuck himself.
Al: Even
as I forbore till I could see to my fuckin’ arrangements.
Dan:
Think they’ll get seen to by the snows? (Al raises his eyebrows at this,
Johnny also looks surprised)
(Cut to the street, where Seth is watching his
timepiece. We also see Steve in the No 10 with Fields looking on, and Hostetler in the hardware store as
Harry looks on. Fields and Harry are also watching Seth. As Seth’s clock hits
10:00, he raises his pistol.)
Fields: (to Steve)
Ready your
pen.
Steve:
You’re addressing me like a fuckin’ field hand won’t impede me cooperatin’. (Seth fires his gun)
Fields:
Now go! (Steve signs. Harry Manning looks at his watch and
nods to Hostetler.)
Harry: That—that’s it, Hostetler. (Hostetler signs)
Steve: (signing) ‘Cause I keep my sense of priority on what the fuck is
important. (He hits the pen on the paper and breaks it,
leaving a large splat of ink on the page) I broke your fuckin’ tip.
(He hands the pen to Tom)
(Cut to the street, we see Merrick and Blasanov
walking together)
Merrick: “Mrs. Alma Ellsworth, serene and comely principal of
the just opened Deadwood Bank, assured this reporter that depositors need fear
no local echo of eastern financial panics.
A locally-owned bank—“(trips on
the boardwalk)
Blazanov:
Careful, be careful.
Merrick:
Thank you. Uh, “Lending to develop
businesses and build homes in the region, and backed by the underground assets
of one of the strongest mining concerns in the Dakota territory, such a bank
cannot help but—“ (trips off the end of
the boardwalk – groans) Do you mind if we, uh, walk on more level ground,
Mr. Blazanov? (they step out into the street again)
Blazanov:
Oh, no no no no. I’ll watch out for
livestock.
Merrick:
Thank you. “Such a bank cannot help
but draw prudent customers in great numbers from every area of our black
hills.” (He puts away his notebook.) Mrs.
Ellsworth, being so elevated, so sweetly radiant in spirit, I wonder if her
words resonated with me at the time as being more poetic and compelling than (Blazanov watches the 2 familiar Hearst
thugs dragging a body into the street and dumping it) now they seem in cold
transcription. And with the lady
herself absent.
Blazanov:
(Pointing to the men) This is
bad.
Merrick:
To abandon a friend like that when he’s taken by drink.
Blazanov:
I think this is more woeful, Mr. Merrick.
Merrick:
(They approach the body and see a knife
buried in the man’s chest. Merrick removes his jacket and throws it over the
man) I shall fetch the
Sheriff, Mr. Blazanov.
(Cut to the Bella Union main room. Leon is entering,
and looks worse for the wear. Cy notices him and
sighs)
Cy: Leon.
Leon: Mr.
Tolliver.
Cy: (Waves Leon over to him) That’s a guilty
skulkin’ fuckin’ look on your features, son. (knocks on the bar) I think by now you’d
be more come to terms with your weaknesses. (Takes the drink Jack poured him)
Leon: Merciless
conscience, Sir, since childhood.
Cy:
You’re buyin’ drugs?
Leon: I
was buying drugs, yes, Sir. That is
the fuckin’ cross my weakness has to bear.
Cy: And
do you bear it for yourself alone, Leon, or long as you’re about it, with others
as well and earn the extra dollar thereby?
Leon: I
do not do that, Sir, no.
Cy: I got
to wonder, son…(shoves Leon down over the
bar) is it you been helpin’ Lila in her fall?
Leon: It
is not, Mr. Tolliver. Lila drops
her own bucket down the well. I’m telling you, Sir! Takin’ a whore o’ yours down, that’s
next to directly robbing you.
Cy: Fella
like me that’s been—indisposed. To show he’s back in play might cut a thief’s
throat.
Leon:
You’re fuckin’ misinterpreting it.
I—I was copping for another but it wasn’t fuckin’ Lila. I was coppin’ for that cunt at the
bank.
(Cy appears to realize that this is important
information)
(Cut to the street again, Seth and Charlie have joined Merrick and Blazanov)
Merrick: Their faces weren’t familiar, the men who left him
here.
Charlie: His name was Pasco.
Seth:
(to the crowd gathered around) Does Pasco have a friend here? (Seth
leaves when nobody responds)
Merrick:
How do you know his name?
Charlie:
Cornishman, talked Union. Worked
for Hearst.
Merrick:
Do you feel there’s a significance to that?
(Seth enters the Gem and approaches the group at the
table)
Seth: The
third of those organizers’ been killed.
Al: (To Dan) You got nothin’ to say to that
or on any other fuckin’ topic. (To Seth)
On Hearst’s orders, you believe?
Seth: A
knife to the chest, body atop Hearst’s works in the thoroughfare. I withdraw from our
agreement.
Al: I’d
ask it’s very brief extension.
Seth:
No. No. Or we’re both just fuckin’
cowards.
Al: (standing) I
ain’t no fucking coward! Though
Dan might support your position. (Al
leaves. Dan is sitting and looks near to bursting with anger. Seth looks at
Dan)
Seth:
What’s he talking about?
Silas: Wait a bit, Bullock. Don’t go for Hearst yet. You know Al. (Seth, frustrated,
hesitates.)
Seth:
I’ve got the briefest of other
bidness.
Silas:
See to it.
Dan: (shaking) Yes, s-see to it,
Bullock.
(In Al’s office, Al sits at his desk and ponders. He
turns and looks at a cabinet, then rolls his chair over to the cabinet and opens
it. We see, sitting on a shelf, the box with the Indian head in
it.)
Al: Watching us advance on your stupid teepee, Chief,
knowing you had to make your move…did
you not just want first to fucking understand?
Huh?
(Cut to the bank, Steve is sitting at Alma’s desk, as
Hostetler, Fields and Seth look on.)
Alma: (to Steve)
Your repayment of the loan we make
you now, Mr. Fields, whose proceeds purchase Mr. Hostetler’s livery, is secured
by the livery deed itself to be held as collateral in the possession of the bank
until the debt shall be satisfied.
Steve: (grinning) Understood and agreed
to. And don’t lose one second to
wakefulness or worry. I’ll repay in
a timely fashion.
Alma: (To
Hostetler) Will you be paid in
specie or currency, Mr. Hostetler?
Hostetler: Gold, please.
(Trixie walks over to the safe and
takes out a bag and sets it on Alma’s desk. Alma slides the bag over to
Hostetler)
Alma:
Thank you, Trixie. (to Steve) I don’t suppose a handshake signaling the
transaction’s completion is absolutely required.
Steve: (pauses and stands) Then I guess we
don’t have to do it then. (Another pause as everyone looks at Steve in
wonderment. Steve then approaches Hostetler) And if you’re hoping to pass as
a man before you hightail it to Oregon, you will return to me that board you
made me sign.
(Cut to the Gem, as Davey enters with
E.B.)
EB: Thank
you so much for squiring me, these gentlemen being so obviously compelled by
other responsibilities. (Dan looks at E.B. sideways, then takes a
drag on his cheroot.) Such acid scrutiny by former boon companions.
Dan: We
was never your fucking boon companions, E.B.
EB:
Forgive me my confusing, Dan, my own deep feelings for you, with what yours may have been for
me. (He walks up the stairs) I did not offer
my hotel to Hearst, which sale has made me outcast among you. Hearst forced the transaction upon
me.
I
miss our morning coffee. (They all look up at him. He walks to Al’s door and knocks)
Al:
Yeah? (E.B. opens the door and enters. Johnny sees Davey setting up the
secondary bar and gets up.)
Johnny:
Bein’ no one is frequenting the main
bar, Davey, what in fuck business you think you’re gonna do standing behind
there?
Davey:
Boss says I’m to attend the auxiliary bar.
Johnny:
The auxiliary bar ain’t made a cunt’s hair bit of business sense since it’s
fuckin’ inception!
Davey:
(mutters) Go on up and set the boss straight.
Johnny:
Hey, you don’t want to take that smart-aleck tone, that fuckin’ attitude with
me, Davey. You hear
me?
(Cut to Al’s office)
Al: Hearst organizes violence between his man and
Dority.
EB: Does
he?
Al:
Orchestrates combat between them, mutilates me, plants that organizer’s body
like a flag in the fuckin’ thoroughfare.
EB: That
last is fresh news.
Al: Makes
of me and Tolliver a two-headed beast to savage what might be healthy borne out
of the fucking election and gnaw its own privates off-hours. Plans keep coming to the cocksucker that
their final sum is this: But for what brings income to him, break what he can;
what he can’t, set those parts against themselves to weaken.
EB:
Scoundrel! (Al turns and looks at him.)
Hearst.
Al: (sits at his desk.) The
why’s what fucking confounds me. What’s in his head, I cannot fucking
find in mine. Don’t suppose you talk to the
Captain?
EB: Hails
and farewells, but he never replies.
Al: Or
the cook?
EB: The
negress and I are not intimate.
Al:
Alright, E.B.
EB: May I
ask your plans, Al?
Al:
No.
EB: Only
to further their achievement.
Al:
No.
EB: All
right.
Al: All
right.
EB: (Putting on his gloves, he gets up and
leaves.) Yeah. (Outside, before
closing Al’s door, he makes a show for the guys downstairs and turns to say to
the part-open door:) Glad to have been of help. Always available for counsel.
(Cut to the street as a coach pulls up to the hotel.
Jack greets the coach and Bellegard, who is exiting the
coach)
Jack: I
dare not think what you’ve been through to reach us.
Bellegard: It’s been a crucifixion.
Jack: Too
painful, even the merest details.
(He walks past Bellegard and steps
into the coach. We see an elderly
man laying down inside who appears ill)
Formidable, even at bay.
Chesterton: (chuckles)
My last camp, Jack.
Jack: As
it may be for us all, young man. The
place is yearning for elevation, and festering with wealth.
Chesterton: Oh dear.
Jack:
Augment of cupidity in the Iris, a healthy augury.
Chesterton: We must help them however we can. (Jack climbs out and the coach driver leans
in to help him out.) Heave ho,
young man, but slowly.
(Cut to the Gem, Al exits his office and steps to the
railing to address Dan below)
Al:
It’s past me. I cannot figure the fuckin’ angle. Go ahead and fucking fight
him.
Dan: (smiling)
All right then.
(Cut to Dan’s
room, we see him applying grease to his torso, and in his
crotch.
Johnny:
What you want to be carryin’,
Dan?
Dan: Nothing I would want found secreted
on me, worse comes to worst.
Johnny:
Well don’t say you ain’t bringing your blade.
Dan:
Naked, visible in it’s fuckin’ sheath and disposable before we join. If he dispenses with his. (He greases his
neck)
Johnny:
If it’s getting to go wrong, Dan,
you just drop down flat.
Dan: What
the fuck did you just say?
Johnny:
Drop flat if it’s going wrong, and I’ll blow his fucking head
off.
Dan: You
do and it’ll be the last goddamn thing you do on this fucking earth. Going wrong is not the end of fucking
things, Johnny. (puts on his shirt) Fuck no! I have come back from plenty of shit
that looked like it was going wrong.
Johnny:
All right, Dan. (Dan greases his hair, plastering it to his
head) He’s got the advantage of you there, don’t he? That short-cropped fucking
hair?
(Cut to Hearst’s room. Turner is doing stretching
exercises while he talks to Hearst)
Hearst: Well, he’s not lacking for brass. (reading a note that Dan apparently
sent over) “Come scare me in the thoroughfare.” Star City, Captain, you remember the
man’s name?
Turner:
Leonard.
Hearst:
That was a fight.
Turner:
Not how I remember.
Hearst:
As an object lesson to every man watching.
For not much fight, it did not end quickly I suppose is what I’m trying
to say. Do you understand me?
Turner:
Yes, I understand. (grunting)
(In the Gem, Dan comes out of this room, Johnny
behind him. He walks out and pauses when he sees Silas. Silas nods to Dan, Dan
returns the nod. Silas drinks a shot and turns to follow Dan and Johnny
outside. Next we see Dan on the
porch of the Gem, then Turner in front of the hotel. The 2 see each other and
each proceeds to the edge of the street, opposite each other. Dan makes a show
of removing his gun and knife, Turner sees this and does the same. Each steps down onto the street as a
wagon crosses between them. As the wagon passes, they charge each other and slam
into each other in the middle of the street, locked in an embrace. What follows
is a long wrestling match. During the fight, we see Al and Hearst each come out
to their vantage points to watch. There’s is an extended exchange of blows, with
Dan first taking the upper hand, then Turner getting control. Turner gets Dan on
the ground and bites his ear, with Dan screaming. Eventually, Turner has Dan
face down in a mud puddle, drowning him. Turner looks up to Hearst for the OK to
kill Dan. As he has his attention diverted, Dan is able to knock him off balance
and escapes, trying to crawl away as he is vomiting and coughing from the
near-drowning. Turner grabs him again and eventually gets him pinned to the
ground in a strangle-hold, banging Dan's head against some rocks. Dan is near
death, as he is able to get a hand free and grab Turner’s face. Hooking a finger
in Turner’s eye, he gouges out Turner’s eye. Turner is immediately reduced to
rolling on the ground, screaming in pain. Dan is able to get up and hits Turner
across the back with a large log. Dan looks up at Hearst, with a slight grin
showing through the blood and muck on his face. Then Dan turns and looks at Al
who gives him a slight nod. Dan takes the log and delivers 2 death blows to the
back of Turner’s head with a great scream.)
(Night time. Cut to a room at the hotel, we see Jack
who is tending to his elderly friend in bed)
Chesterton: Thank you, Jack.
Jack: I
am your Jack, Chesterton, but your producer too.
Chesterton: (nodding)
A rigor we’ve always sustained.
Jack: To
carry a performer through illness when recovery is in prospect is an indulgence
one can sometimes justify. But
support of idleness destined for the grave, that, Chesterton, the narrow economy
of our art does not permit.
Chesterton: (Thinking Jack is serious) You would have me
die destitute?
Jack: You
will purchase your keep with that voice, intrusive and incessantly opinionated,
no vagary of our past has yet stilled.
Chesterton: The subject?
Jack: We
have but one. In this instance, the
theater is formerly a bordello.
Chesterton: The eye lines must be all
wrong.
Jack: (chuckles) In the morning, it meets with
your atrabilious scrutiny. (Chesterton smiles as Jack is leaving, he
looks very pleased)
Chesterton: Oh…I must rest.
(Jack is coming
down the stairs to the dining room. We see the Countess and Claudia (formerly
“the blonde”), sitting at a table.)
Jack: (bows to Richardson and E.B. at the desk
as he passes. He turns to the
ladies and throws his arms up) Bellegarde?
(They shake their heads no.)
We proceed. (Bellegard emerges from
his room and starts downstairs) Costumes, Countess, will you
chair?
Countess: Ja.
Jack:
Props and scenery, chair?
Claudia:
(nodding to Countess) Only if you
serve as second.
Bellegard: I’m so so so so sorry. Is costumes taken?
Richardson: (To E.B.) Are they performing
now?
EB: Quiet.
Jack:
Civic relations, I’d appoint myself…without objection? (Claudia and Countess
nod)
Bellegard: Will we continue as if all among us are well when
one so plainly is not?
Jack:
(irritated) And what committee, Bellegard, to address the old man’s
mortal illness would you have us fucking form?
Bellegard: No committee.
Jack:
Committees is the task before us.
Bellegard: No business as usual.
Jack:
Business and tasks is what we’ll have, just
as you are tardy and ginger on your bum for the usual fucking reasons,
despite your deep personal grief.
Not offered as a case for change.
Civic relations is me, and we’ll include here a subcommittee for the
renovation of the bordello.
Supervision of the work, subcommittee head—(Countess and Claudia both put their hands
up) Countess, done, with thanks.
Civic relations, construction, Claudia. (Claudia beams in surprise.) Countess is
the second.
Bellegard: (to the
Countess) Hiring laborers.
Jack:
A truth divinely writ: we
make more devotees of theater engaging 20 laborers at $2 apiece than two of the
same at $20. (Claudia and Countess clap in
approval)
Bellegard: Busy busy busy. (chuckles)
(Cut to the Gem saloon, Johnny and Silas are seated
as Doc enters)
Doc: Is
he receiving as yet?
Johnny:
Let me go see. (Johnny gets up)
Doc: Tell
him last fucking call. (Silas nods at
Doc) Broken bones mortally interfering with organs is what I would like to
rule out.
Johnny:
(knocks on Dan’s door and enters)
Doc’s back, Dan.
Dan: (We see
Dan, sitting naked with his back to the door and his head in his hands)
Don’t need the fucking Doc.
Johnny: Come on, Dan.
Let him look at you. He come
back special.
Dan: You
heard what the fuck I said. He
wants to poke around in some innards,
tell him to work on the one I killed.
Johnny:
(Pauses) Bottle? (Dan shakes his head no) One of the
girls? There’s a clamoring line to
see to you.
Dan: Get
the fuck out of here, Johnny.
Johnny:
Sure. (He walks into the saloon, Al steps onto the
balcony, Johnny shakes his head no, then sits down.)
Doc:
(to Johnny) Listen for raspy fucking shallow breathing in the course of
the fucking night. Him going blue
too, would hint to you to fucking come get me.
Johnny:
Definitely.
(Cut to Alma’s room, alone she is preparing her
narcotic drink with a dark powder. She stirs the water and eagerly drinks it all
down. After a pause, she then starts assessing the room, trying to make things
appear “right” for an apparent intended purpose. She turns down the bed and
adjusts the vanity mirror. She checks herself in the mirror, then goes across
the hall to a room where Ellsworth is taking a bath. She stops at the closed
door and hesitates)
Alma: (through the
door) Have
you ample towels?
Ellsworth: (We see Ellsworth in the
tub, washing. He is surprised)
Uh, ample, thank you.
Alma: Enough hot water?
Ellsworth: (nervous) Well, I could almost wish it
cooler.
Alma: May
I help you with your back?
Ellsworth: (getting very nervous
now) What?
Alma:
Scrubbing your back.
Ellsworth: (Jumps out
of the tub and quickly wraps up in a towel) Uh, I’m out
now. Thanks
anyhow.
(Cut to Sol’s new home. He lies in bed and starts
knocking on the wall behind his head. First with one hand, then the other. We
then see Trixie in her room next door, lying in bed with a book and a
cigarette.)
Trixie: (Shouting
through the wall) Does it occur to
you, banging repeatedly on the fucking wall, either I’m not in, which makes what
you’re doing stupid, or being in, don’t want to see you, which makes you a pain
in my balls! (Sol nods, resigned) (Trixie
now speaking to herself softly) Doubtless now nodding agreement like little
boy fucking lost. (She gets up, moves a panel in her wall and
then enters Sol’s room through what looks like a wardrobe)
What?
Sol: Hello.
Trixie:
You fucking work at the bank.
Sol: I do
now.
Trixie:
Not a noble “Hello” at opening, and regal fucking look-by at the closing up of
shop?
Sol: I’m
at the hardware store all day, Trixie.
Trixie:
I’ll switch with you. Bank’s a
Jew’s proper province anyways—along with the addled self-deceived.
Sol: (confused) Our
depositors?
Trixie: The bank’s founder and president, Chief Officer, as
well, of air-headed smugness and headlong plunges unawares into the fucking
abyss.
Sol: I-I
don’t understand.
Trixie:
You wouldn’t. You’re too fucking
healthy-minded. You’ll sit here
waiting for me to materialize from a piece of fucking furniture and think the
world is normal. (sighs) Do you want to get fucked or
not?
Sol:
Please.
(Cut to the hallway at the Ellsworth home, Whitney is
dressed and has exited the bathing room to greet
Alma.)
Alma: Your hair looks like a porcupine.
Ellsworth: Forgot the brush. (She approaches him and starts stroking his
hair.)
Alma:
Do you mind?
Ellsworth: Well, no no no.
That’s…How’s it now?
Alma:
Better.
Ellsworth: Thanks very much.
Alma: I
haven’t finished.
Ellsworth: Oh, go ahead then. Go on. Presentable?
Alma:
Very.
Ellsworth: You’re young for failing eyesight. (She smiles at him and rubs his cheek with
her hand) Spiny too, like a porcupine?
Alma:
Huh-uh. (She shakes her head. He takes her hand in his and kisses her
palm.)
Ellsworth: I guess it’d be unmanly to fear I may faint.
Alma: (She takes his head in her hands)
Please don’t. (Closes her eyes, and they slowly kiss
.After, she pauses with her eyes closed, then opens them. She appears to be
getting high from the drink. Her focus is poor, and she is gazing off into the
distance a little. After a moment, Whitney notices she is high, looking into her
eyes. His mood changes and he turns away from her.)
Ellsworth: I’ll make some arrangement.
Alma: (startled)
What do you
mean?
Ellsworth: For my things and the like, arrange to collect my
things. (He steps away from her and then turns back)
Will you have me…bring the little one back? (The mention of Sophia seems
to bring tears to his eyes)
Alma: I’ll collect
Sofia.
Ellsworth: Don’t forget. (he leaves, Alma looking
stunned)
(Cut to the interior livery, Seth, Steve, Fields and
Hostetler are all turning the place upside down looking for the
blackboard.)
Seth: 5
hours looking for this goddamn board.
Hostetler: Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah. (He boosts Steve up into the loft)
Steve:
Think this is pretty fucking funny, don’t you, Hostetler?
Hostetler: No.
Steve: Watch me
crawl around here like a goddamn fool, and you laughing up your fucking
sleeve.
Fields:
Hostetler don’t know where the board is.
I’m the one hid it.
Steve: Oh, I
believe that. Definitely. Assistant fucking baboon. You hid it, he don’t know where and you
can’t remember where it is!
Fields: I
wasn’t too drunk not to know I should hide it, but I was too drunk to keep track
of where.
Seth:
(Digging through the hay in a corner) Is this it? Is this the board? (He holds up board, wrapped in
gauze)
Steve:
Clean it the fuck off!
Fields:
Well, yeah. Ha ha ha.
Hostetler:
Bring it here. Bring it in.
Steve:
Unwrap that cocksucker! (They unwrap it to reveal that nearly all
the writing has been rubbed off, it is illegible) What the fuck is that
supposed to be?
Seth:
Give him the board.
Steve:
You think I’m a fucking moron? You
think I’m a moron to fall for your fucking lies.
Hostetler: Don’t you call me dishonest.
Steve:
I’ll call you that and worse. You
hand me that then ride off with the actual board?
Fields:
This is the actual board, wrapped in the cheesecloth that I stole off a
horse.
Hostetler: I never knew this board was took from where I had it
until I looked for it during last night, and that’s when he told me that he had
hid it.
Fields:
To keep you from doing something stupid.
Seth:
This is the board! For Christ’s
sake, what difference does the rest of it make?
Steve: I
don’t know it’s the actual board.
There’s no more fucking writing on it! Shall I accept myself as
satisfied, only for Hostetler once escaped to send the real fucking board back
from Cheyenne while he’s laughing up his lying sleeve? (Hostetler grumbles, and moves to the wall
to lean against it. Seth and Fields watching him.) For Bullock to open the package and
humiliate me? Or for the fucking
bank woman to humiliate me with the true fucking board? Or to revoke my fucking security on my
fucking loan? Or whatever your
fucked-up plan is to make me a fucking cunt!
Hostetler: (He undoes
his collar and turns back to Steve)
I will not be called a
fucking liar. I didn’t live my life
for that.
Fields: Yeah, fuck you, Steve. (Hostetler walks into the next room)
We’re leaving. Talk stupid to
our fucking dust! (We hear a loud gunshot. Seth is surprised,
Fields looks as though he realizes what it was. Seth goes through the door to
find Hostetler slumped against the wall – he has shot himself in the
head.)
(Cut to Al’s office as Johnny knocks on the
door)
Al: Yeah? (Johnny enters)
Johnny:
I wish you’d look in on Dan,
boss. Not for being poorly
as…down.
Al: Johnny,
some shit’s best walked through alone.
Johnny:
Dan’s killed people before. You
have too. But neither’ve been
solitary after.
Al: A
fair fight, something Dan and I have always struggled to avoid, is different. You see the light go out of their
eyes. It’s just you left and
death.
Johnny:
So that’s why Dan wants to be alone.
Al: He
knows where to find me. (Johnny nods and turns to leave) Sit
down. If you want to. (Johnny turns and shuts the door, sitting
down in a chair. He sits there looking around for a bit, as Al is leaning in the
balcony door. Finally he turns to Al)
Johnny:
What're.....what are we waiting
for?
Al: To
see what kind of hell breaks loose.
(Cut to the Bella Union. Hearst is entering, and
appears to stagger very slightly. He moves slowly to the bar and pauses
there.)
Hearst: Uh, Whiskey, please. And leave the bottle. (Jack pours a shot. Hearst studies it for a moment) I
just saw to the remains of a friend.
Jack: Yes,
Sir.
Hearst: (Extending
his hand) George
Hearst.
Jack:
(shaking Hearst’s hand) Jack Young.
Hearst: Jack Young.
Jack:
Yes, Sir.
Hearst:
How do you do, Jack?
Jack: How do
you do?
(Cut to the Grand Central, as Seth storms in looking
for blood)
EB: Sheriff.
Seth: Is
he up there?
EB:
Who?
Seth: Is
Hearst fucking up there, Farnum?
EB: I
cannot say. (Seth turns towards E.B. as though he is
about to dispense a beating. E.B. jumps and quickly starts writing on a piece of
paper) I cannot say. I cannot
betray the whereabouts of an owner-guest.
(He pushes the paper to Seth, it
says “Bella Union” on it. Seth
looks up at E.B. and leaves.)
(Cut to Bella Union, Cy is joining Hearst and appears
sleepy.)
Cy:
Mr. Hearst…I regret not being out
here with you before, Sir. Help too
stupid to wake me from my nap.
Hearst:
Not at all.
Cy: On
down there now, Jack. At least do
that much right. (He pours a drink and looks at Hearst)
Helluva fucking day.
Hearst:
How much do you know?
Cy: I
heard there was a set-to in the thoroughfare.
Hearst:
Did you know it was my man killed?
Cy: Was
that the outcome?
Hearst:
My man was killed, yes.
Cy: I’m
sorry.
Hearst:
It happens. It’s the nature of
things.
Cy: It
don’t lessen the sadness when it’s a friend’s. (Seth walks in) The Sheriff joins
us.
Seth:
Whiskey.
Hearst:
The Sheriff recently put me on notice he is vigilant of my possible
transgressions.
Seth: You
sound drunk to me.
Hearst:
(Puts down his glass) Whom are you
addressing?
Seth: You. You sound drunk. (mocking Hearst)
Hearst:
Do I?
Seth:
Mm-hmm.
Seth: Did
you just tell me to fuck myself?
Hearst: I
think I did and to shut up or I’ll quiet you myself.
Seth:
You’re under arrest.
Hearst:
Fuck you, and shut up or I will shut you up for good.
Seth: (Draws his gun and points it at Hearst’s
face. Hearst appears stunned) Threatening a peace officer, I’m taking you
into custody.
Cy: Don’t
be stupid, Bullock—
Seth:
Don’t you be fucking stupid. (He takes Hearst by the ear, Hearst yelps in
pain as Seth walks him out at gunpoint. As they pass the doorway, Seth leans
over to Hearst’s ear and says:) Fuck
you.
(Seth drags him into the street and towards the jail.
Hearst still appears to be in shock, or too drunk to act. Al notices them on the
street from his vantage in the doorway)
Al: Johnny.
(Johnny steps out onto the balcony
next to Al, Al nods towards Seth) The Sheriff eliminates several of our
options. (Merrick steps out from the newspaper
office, he sees what is transpiring and hears Al above. He looks up at Al)
Not a fucking word comes to print.
Merrick:
Understood.
(Close with Seth leading/pushing Hearst down the
street by the collar.)
(This image was included in the episode collection by HBO. It
appears to be either from a deleted scene, or part of the next
episode)
Click here for the music from the closing credits
Written
by: David Milch
Directed
by: Dan Minahan
Al Swearengen: Ian McShane Dan Dority: W Earl Brown
Seth Bullock: Timothy Olyphant
Alma Garret: Molly Parker
Ellsworth: Jim Beaver
Doc Cochran: Brad Dourif
Sol Star: John Hawkes
Trixie: Paula Malcomson
Tom Nuttall: Leon Rippy
Cy Tolliver: Powers Boothe
Leon: Larry Cedar
Sophia: Bree Seanna Wall
Silas Adams: Titus Welliver
Martha Bullock: Anna Gunn
Hugo Jarry: Stephen Toblowsky
Claudia: Cynthia Ettinger
Richardson: Ralph Richeson |
E.B. Farnum: William Sanderson
Calamity Jane: Robin Weigert
Charlie Utter: Dayton Callie Johnny Burns: Sean Bridgers
Andy Cramed: Zach Grenier
Jewel: Geri Jewell
A. W. Merrick: Jeffrey Jones
Mose Manual: Pruitt Taylor Vince
Mr. Wu: Keone Young
Joanie Stubbs: Kim Dickens
Con Stapleton: Peter Jason
Blazanov: Pavel Lychnikoff
Steve: Michael Harney
Jack Langrishe: Brian Cox
Aunt Lou Marchbanks: Cleo King
Harry Manning: Brent Sexton |
Transcription last updated on 02/06/2007 | |
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