DEADWOOD The Movie: Transcript

"Deadwood: The Movie"

(Daytime; fade-in on train traveling at high speed; engine puffing; chugging; whistle blowing; Jane riding drunk on mule in mountains)

Jane: Ten years gone, 'proaching that self same hill I thought to lay me down and rise up no more. - Oof.

(mule braying)

Jane: Give wide berth! That's just past wind! Possibly worse.

(crow cawing)

(Jane sighs)

Jane: Before eyes close for good and all... I'd once again see my Joanie Stubbs... show her a sign of... loving regret from Calamity Jane to her darling. And, too, at the grave of Wild Bill. (slurps) Ooh. (bottle clattering; sighs; sniffs) Off, I've a left-cheek ass blister's a percolating son of a bitch.

(Wide shot of Deadwood in the valley below; theme song playing)

(air rushing as train carrying beds of round logs rushes through mountain pass; train engine chuffing; whistling)

(exterior the Gem Saloon; indistinct chatter; outside the Grand Central Hotel a platform and podium is being raised)

Man: Good, right there.

(On screen title: SOUTH DAKOTA Statehood Celebration 1889; hammering; inside Gem Saloon Al opens his door)

(Al groans)

Dan Dority: Morning, Boss!

Al: Get me the gimp.

Dan: Jewel!

Jewel: What?

Al: Get up here.

Jewel: Have something on the stove, Al!

Al: Well, once you finish burning it, then.

Jewel: Ho, ho, ho.

(door shuts; Doc comes down walkway towards Al)

Al: Morning, Doc.

Doc: Morning, Al. Uh, at liberty... are you just now?

(man coughing)

Al: Why, you wanna dance?

(Long pause; then Doc follows Al into his room and door shuts)

(NEXT: train engine coming to stop at station; steam hissing; bell ringing)

(Charlie grunts as he throws a bag into wagon; points at wood logs)

Charlie: What that be about?

Man: Fashioning into telephone poles.

Charlie: Ain't we got enough of them damn things already?

Man: Plan's to put lines in every business. Catch up with the time!

(BACK IN AL'S ROOM: Al, Doc and Jewel are present)

Doc: Out of sorts, would you say, Commander?

Al: Half a stride short of fully fit.

Doc: Light, somewhat, a few pounds. And some bit pallid, too.

Al: Ah, Jesus, just shoot me, Doc.

Doc: Name the day of the week, Al.

Al: The fuck difference does the day make?

Doc: I'd have you but say the name.

Al: Tuesday then, you half a scarecrow-looking cocksucker.

Doc: Friday, it is.

Al: -Oh.

(door opens)

Al: Mistaking Friday for Tuesday. Well, secure my burial plot.

(door shuts)

Doc: Well, your temperature's two degrees above normal, features drawn, flesh of a yellowish cast. Pending fucking developments... I'd have you forbear from spirits.

Al: Under advisement.

Doc: Oh, no, no, no. Don't you humor me, nor talk down to me neither, nor fix to mix in where you ain't been invited.

Al: Whilst you comport the very like to me?

Doc: You sent somewhat wrong at your liver, Al, is what you've God damn done!

(wagon passing outside)

(NEXT: view of main floor of the Gem Saloon; slams door; Doc descends stairs and addresses Dan and Johnny Burns standing behind bar)

Doc: Bar you being out and out blind, you already know he's ill.

Johnny: Minute past, (words to Dan) "Boss is looking poorly. Out of sorts."

Doc: Don't he look outta sorts, you goddamn donkey?

(BACK IN AL'S ROOM: Al is sitting in chair)

(Al heavy breathing; Al listens to voice echoing up through the wall from the bar)

Doc: He is to forbear from spirits of any kind, until he's assayed and diagnosed.

(Al sighs; coughing; indistinct chatter down in bar)

Johnny: You know he'll just endeavor to import spirits in off the street?

Doc: Well, you're not to allow it!

Johnny: That's easier told than saddled and rode.

Doc: (angrily) Well then, go ahead and hang him, goddamn it! Blow his fuckin' head off! Save us all some time!

(Doc walks out of the saloon)

Johnny: Wrong side of the damn bed!

(NEXT: at train station; indistinct chatter; Alma Garret Ellsworth steps off train; horse whinnies; Charlie Utter approaches)

Charlie: Mrs. Ellsworth! Charlie Utter.

Alma: (laughing)

Charlie: Oh my. What a grand surprise after such a piece of time.

(they shake hands)

Alma: For me, Mr. Utter, as well. (turns towards train window and motions to come down) Sofia! Come on!

(horse whinnies; Sofia smiles)

Charlie: Am I past my place, Ms. Ellsworth, asking if it's banking brings you back these parts?

Alma: Banking, yes. My interest in the Deadwood Bank, which is an expanding institution...

(two men, Seacrest and Dennis, ignoring their conversation, step down the stairs off the train to the platform and walk directly between Charlie and Alma as they; Charlie follows them with his eyes turning towards them as they walk away)

Charlie: Few years back, Mrs. Ellsworth, bad manners like that woulda lead to a lesson in courtesy!

Alma: (taking his arm) Continuing grateful for hard won maturity.

(Alma turns to Sofia who is now on platform behind them)

Alma: Sofia, a gentleman wishes to know acquaintance, Miss.

Charlie: Charlie Utter saying hello to Miss Sofia. The 10 years went past like (snapping fingers) somebody snapped their fingers.

Sofia: Hello back, Mr. Utter. It's lovely to see you again.

Charlie: Thank you. (to Alma) Hey, I'd be happy to convey you all into Deadwood camp in my wagon.

Alma: As we would be for the transport, and your good company.

Charlie: Oh well, come on.

(Alma takes Charlie's arm as they start to walk)

Alma: I hope we're in time for the statehood celebration.

Charlie: Go as quick as I'm able.

(behind Sofia a young woman, Caroline, sits on a bench; Seacrest and Dennis speak to the Caroline)

Seacrest: Hey, sweetheart.

Seacrest: Help you with that luggage.

Caroline: Very kind, I'm okay.

(Sofia looks on concerned)

Seacrest: Well, I assume you'll be staying in town, darling.

Caroline: (standing) Pardon me.

Seacrest: There a price we can offer for that information?

Caroline: You have me wrong. (picks up bag to leave; Seacrest stands in her way)

Caroline: (looks afraid then looks at Sofia) Oh, there you are! (moves around man towards Sofia)

Sofia: Hello there.

Caroline: (quietly) Looking for a ride. I can pay.

(men chuckling)

(NEXT: inside the Bullock home; Seth descends stairs buttoning vest)

Margaret Bullock: South Dakota marring the United States.

Martha Bullock: (to Seth) Oh! See, they're paying attention, Seth.

(Seth leans over and kisses his daughter Margaret on head)

Seth: Morning, miss.

Margaret: Morning, Papa.

Seth: Bullock clan ready for the statehood festivities.

Martha: Are you ready, husband, considering the visiting delegates include the senator from California?

Seth: To celebrate, yes, I am.

Martha: I'm tempted to believe you.

(plates clatter; Seth sits down at head of table; Margaret gets up and takes a plate of pancakes from Martha)

Margaret: Statehood pancakes coming out! (places pancakes on table in front of Seth; Seth sighs happily and smiles)

Stanley Bullock: Clear the way! (grabbing the flyer from which Margaret was reading)

Martha: All right, all right, little man.

Seth: (smiling) Single-minded, this boy, like his old man.

Martha: (laughing) A virtue in your estimation.

(family joins hands in prayer)

Martha: Lord, bless these gifts we ready to receive, and grant us grace to meet level-headed what challenges may come this day... (opens eyes slightly and looks intensely at Seth) ... no matter the provocation by lesser.

(Seth returns her stare; pulls her hand towards him and kisses the back of it)

Seth: (as he hold Martha's gaze) Amen.

Children: Amen.

Martha: (smiles) Amen.

(NEXT: outside the Grand Central Hotel at podium on the platform)

E.B. Farnum: On this day of our statehood celebration...

Man: Hear, hear!

E.B.: ... we honor a man who with unexampled generosity has give of himself to our Deadwood community. Though no longer residing amongst us, he calls California now his home. The man bases his considerable mining and real estate interest here in Deadwood, South Dakota. I ask you please to greet with me now, the honorable junior senator from the great state of California, George Ambrose Hearst.

(cheering; applause; Hearst walking up to podium he turns and smiles; cheering continues; Al looks down from saloon balcony across the street)

Hearst: Good morning to all!

Crowd: Morning, Senator!

Hearst: And great thanks to Mayor Fornum for his generous words of welcome. It moves me greatly, returning after years have passed to witness the changes wrought by time, ingenuity, and invention. Though none would deny the facts...

(In crowd, Martha, children and Seth, with his son on his shoulders, try to get a better view)

Martha: Excuse me.

Hearst: ... and the cost of a past, we who gather have known together...

(Hearst stops cold for along moment as he sees Seth and both stare at each other)

Hearst: (continues speaking while holding Seth's gaze) Some portion of which must still be measure in blood. Yet, the Deadwood community does enter its adulthood...

Al: (speaking to himself on the balcony above) And don't our spirits raise, you murdering, conniving, thieving codksucker.

Hearst: Resourceful and resolute, a vital part of the new-made state of South Dakota, and this state a vital part of our fine country.

Man: Amen to that!

(applause; cheering)

Woman: Thank you, Senator!

(camera flash's taking picture of Hearst at podium; Hearst looks up at Al as Al taps a single hand up and down on banister in mock approval; Hearst and Seth exchange looks)

(NEXT: interior of a bedroom at the Grand Central Hotel; Trixie lays in bed, very pregnant, as Sol puts on jacket)

Sol Star: Hotel's but two rooms short of fully occupied, Trixie, with the parade yet still in full swing.

Trixie: Congratulations then, Mr. Star, to you and Marshal Bullock. Maybe mark the moment braining me with a fucking brick!

Sol: (sitting on edge of bed) I'd sooner put a ring on your finger.

Trixie: Once first we've seen does the baby survive.

Sol: That being, in your scripture, matrimony's single reason and purpose.

Trixie: Ain't we already awash in the miracle of a whore of my vintage being pregnant at all?

Sol: Well, why not wear a sign, then?

(Trixie sighs)

Sol: Dress in red, head to toe? Please, Trixie. You oughtn't show your face outside. Lemonade's on its way with chips of ice, how you like. (kisses her hand) Rest now.

Trixie: (having just gotten herself more upright against the pillows) I just got the fuck up.

Sol: Rest. (pats her hand; Sol stands, walks to door; Trixie watches him go; door opens; door shuts; Trixie moves in bed uncomfortably; marching band plays outside; Trixie sighs)

(NEXT: outside in street, music continues; crowd chatters; marching band march down street playing an up tempo marching song; crowd cheers and waves; horse drawn wagon comes after band with Hearst standing behind driver and waving to crowd; seated in wagon are E.B. and other officials)

(BACK IN HOTEL ROOM: Trixie is standing now looking out window lighting a cigarette; cheering; band continues; Trixie drops match in basin clattering; with eyes closed she takes a long drag and rubs her large belly with other hand as she exhales; Trixie opens eyes and looks at festivities below)

(outside the band continues playing as the wagon with Hearst in it comes into view)

(BACK IN HOTEL ROOM: Trixie moves to the windowed balcony door; Trixie puts her hand on window and watches Hearst on wagon come towards the hotel)

(FLASHBACK: Trixie running in street; wagon rattling by with dead body of Whitney Ellsworth laying on it; Trixie, horrified, covers mouth with hand and starts to cry; she raises her skirt and pulls a small pistol from her stockings)

(BACK IN PRESENT: Trixie still stands looking out the balcony door)

Trixie: Murdering motherless cocksucker.

(Trixie opens the door and moves out to balcony; band continues; wearing her night gown Trixie leans over railing and yells towards Hearst)

Trixie: Oh Senator Hearst! Your honor!

(crowd cheering)

Trixie: Yoo hoo! On this 10th anniversary of them being butchered, I convey to you, Senator, memorial greetings from the minor Ellsworth and prostitute Jen.

(Trixie moves along railing following Hearst as he rides by)

Trixie: But two of the who knows how many...

Bandleader: (to band) Hold it!

Trixie: ... you've done for while making your moneyed progress!

(wagon and Hearst now stopped in front of hotel)

Hearst: (speaking loudly) Have I missed word of your appointment to some position of authority?

Trixie: Have I missed word of yours, you bald-pated cunt?!

(laughter)

(FLASHBACK continues; Trixie, walking with purpose, conceals pistol in palm of hand as she enters saloon and walks past Hearst bodyguard at door; She ascends stairs and knocks on Hearst door)

(BACK IN PRESENT: Hearst and Trixie stare down each other)

Man: Better watch yourself, Senator!

(FLASHBACK continues; Hearst at window turns when he hears knocking sounds on his door)

Trixie: Mr. Hearst?

(Hearst opens door; Trixie fires gun and hits Hearst in shoulder; Hearst slams door)

(BACK IN PRESENT. Hearst and Trixie continue to stare down each other)

Trixie: For ain't it so, sir. It's the thieving and throat cutting, them's bloodied and dead in the mud, as still stiffens the member in your long johns!

(Al watches from his balcony at the saloon)

Al: (talking to himself) Well, why not press forward, for Christ's sake? Set herself aflame?

(moving past is a wagon driven by Charlie Utter with Alma, Sofia and Caroline in back; Al watches them go by)

Trixie: Nor, ought I fail to remark the semblance from this vantage twixt your very mug and a snatch has gone haired over sideways.

Man: Oh!

Trixie: Mayor Farnum! It's a...

(Alma stands in now stopped wagon and speaks to Charlie as they both watch Trixie and Hearst)

Alma: Trixie hasn't lost her gift.

Charlie: She ain't for a fact. Time can't touch that.

Trixie: ... letting this slimy cocksucker slither his way into our camp's inner workings!

Hearst: And aren't you the vile bodying of a gutter-mouth trollop and tramp! (to driver) Go.

Trixie: As you are of a murdering shitheel!

Hearst: (to driver) Now.

(Sol runs onto balcony)

Sol: Trixie!

(Sol grabs Trixie pulling her back towards door; Sol his hand over Trixie's mouth as he drags her away; applause; laughter)

(Inside room; door slams shut; Trixie pants as Sol releases her)

Sol: What's left still to do, Trixie? Pitch yourself down the stairs? End any chance of our child's well being?

(Trixie grabs foot rail of bed; breaths heavily; groans)

Trixie: (gasps) Jesus wept! (breaths deeply)

Sol: What is it?

Trixie: Something amiss, as you fuckin' foresaw. (panting)

Sol: Ready for the doc we are?

Trixie: Off you go then to fetch him.

Sol: Okay. (Sol runs out of room, giving a look back as he leaves; Trixie sits on bed, hand to belly, continues to breath heavy and groan)

Trixie: (whispering) I'll be good. (shudder)

(NEXT: on street, Charlie calls to Seth)

Charlie: Marshal!

(Seth sees Charlie and moves towards wagon; Alma turns and Seth and Alma catch each others eyes; walking behind Seth are Martha and their children)

Florence Bullock: Mr. Utter! Hello.

Charlie: Hello, girls. Greetings from Uncle Charlie.

Margaret Bullock: Uncle Charlie!

(Alma sees Martha over Seth's shoulder; Seth continues to stare transfixed at Alma)

Martha: It's lovely to see you both again.

Sofia: Mrs. Bullock. I remember your reading lessons so well.

(Alma descends wagon, looking down and then nervously at Martha; crowd around them chatters)

Charlie: Mrs. Ellsworth here and her daughter, they need a room. I told them best hotel in town's right there. (motions over shoulder to the Grand Central Hotel)

Martha: (speaking pleasantly to Seth) Perhaps installing Mrs. Ellsworth in a suite would be the considerate thing for the hotel's owner to do?

(Seth turns and looks at Martha)

Seth: Yes, it would.

(Up on saloon balcony, Al sighs and looks at watch, then stops to watch Caroline from train walking along the sidewalk through the now empty chairs and podium in front of the hotel; inside the hotel, Seth approaches Alma who is at desk signing in)

Seth: Mrs. Ellsworth, was there a room available?

Alma: Uh, it - it seems... we've secured the very last one. Must be my lucky day.

(Alma and Seth stand facing each other)

Seth: I'll walk you upstairs.

(Alma takes key from man behind desk; Alma, Sofia and Seth move towards stairs)

(now upstairs in the room)

Alma: (to Seth) You, having so lived in recollection, Marshal, it is my considerable happiness to see you again.

Seth: No less a happiness, Mrs. Ellsworth, than of seeing you for me.

(FLASHBACK: images of Seth and Alma in bed together, kissing)

Alma: As a dream might come alive to draw a breath.

(both seem to be remembering; they stare longingly at each other; Alma quickly looks away; they both sigh)

Alma: Said overmuch. Vowed I wouldn't but I absolutely knew I would.

Seth: Why didn't you write of your arrival?

Alma: Not sure.

Seth: I see.

(Sofia unpacks in background)

Alma: I wonder, Mr. Bullock, if all unwitting... I may have done something to upset an apple cart.

Seth: (moving towards door) Not at all. It's a pleasure to see you both again.

(Seth opens door, nods, and leaves, closing door behind him; Alma deeply inhales; exhales; Alma looks at Sofia who looks back)

Alma: What?

Sofia: Nothing, Mama. (goes back to unpacking; Alma looks uneasily at the floor)

(NEXT: outside on street)

Charlie: Bullock! Hey, Marshal! Just the man I was looking for.

Seth: Coulda' warned me of Mrs. Ellsworth's return, Charlie.

(walking together down sidewalk)

Charlie: How the fuck, when I was surprised myself?

Seth: Very least not deposit her in my goddamn hotel!

Charlie: Hey, if you're finished rapping my knuckles, I got some more manly matters to discuss.

(they stop and face each other)

Seth: I'm all ears, Charlie.

(Charlie shuffles his feet)

Charlie: Hearst wants to buy my land. Dangling big paydays through third parties. He's coming today himself.

Seth: Are you disposed?

Charlie: My age, I'd... be a fool not to chew on it some.

(Seth sighs)

Charlie: Which, uh, evidently, Bullock that looks away, scowling like he is, don't approve of.

(Seth tips up his hat)

Seth: Utter's pal Bullock figures if Utter sold off his land, nothing for Utter to do but sit wondering, in that old saloon, why in hell he'd sold the thing he's spent his life getting situated to buy and keep to work it himself?

(Seth's tone becomes more insistent) Hearst doesn't deserve your land, Charlie. Nor aught I either fail to bring to mind the bastard's disposition to foul play.

(Charlie considers Seth's words; shrugs; Seth sighs and resettles hat on head)

Seth: Before negotiations commence, would I be out of place calling on Hearst myself?

Charlie: I wonder, too, might you procure me an infant's linen?

Seth: And you don't make a friend a stranger, Charlie. Decline him walking beside you.

Charlie: Saying first, my being grateful and heartily appreciative, I'd hold with your friend best achieving his purposes toting his water hisself.

(Seth nods)

Seth: Join us for dinner tonight. You amaze my boy pulling coins from your ears.

Charlie: Um huh, better trick pulling Hearst's hundreds out my ass.

Seth: Expect you 7:00, Uncle Charlie.

(Seth turns and walks away)

Charlie: Thanks, Bullock, for the lookout.

(Seth waves to Charlie over his shoulder without looking back)

(NEXT: inside saloon; piano playing; indistinct chatter; Al looks over saloon patrons from the walkway above, taps on railing, then moves to walk down the stairs; Caroline from train sits on a bar stool with her back to bar watching Al descend; Al inhales and sighs as he comes to bottom of stairs)

Al: Good morning, Miss Newly Arrived!

Caroline: Might you be the establishment's operator?

Al: Named Al. Swearengen's the remainder, if you ain't overmuch gave pause to the various ins and outs.

Caroline: My name's Caroline Woolgarden, Mr. Swearengen, which I imagine don't slide easy off the tongue any more than yours does.

Al: Caroline Woolgarden, like butter.

Caroline: Come new to town in hope of renting one of your fine rooms.

Al: Oh. Ah...

(Dan whispers in Al's ear; Al looks over as Hearst comes into saloon) Al: Shitbird in prospect. Would you excuse me, Miss Woolgarden?

(Al walks over to Johnny; they both look towards Hearst; Al moves to center of room; Hearst enters with two men close behind)

Al: Ah... produce George Hearst Esquire, colossus of commerce, junior senator from California, who since our paths last crossed has went from strength to stronger strength still.

(chuckles)

Hearst: Even as you name me, (takes a seat at table) a figure to be reckoned with in this camp, Mr. Swearengen, I have been made this morning, more than somewhat, to look an incompetent.

Al: You sir? An incompetent? Now, how would that ever be?

Hearst: These years now past, I'd have you recall my having been attacked.

(piano stops playing)

Hearst: Shot, and near as not, done in by a whore, whose name, if I ever knew it, has now been lost to me.

Al: I dimly recall the matter. The nameless whore embarked on a program of vengeance, and, by God, she nearly brought off.

Hearst: Referring to her attempt to murder me.

Al: Not to pretty the picture.

Hearst: I have lived believing the matter had been settled.

(FLASHBACK to a pine coffin in the saloon back room; Al and Hearst enters the room; Al uses large knife to open lid of coffin showing corpse of a young blond woman, Jen, who looks like Trixie)

(BACK IN PRESENT)

Hearst: And I was satisfied in that belief. But now, I realize I was tricked. The whore you presented in the box was not the shooter at all.

Al: Ah, you're going for the long, larger minded view, Senator.

Hearst: Which depends on running telephone lines across the claims. On recognizing common ground, bringing the future to it. A brief illustration of my point.

Al: Does brevity exist in your repertoire, sir?

(Hearst and Al stare down each other)

Hearst: I am making an offer on Charlie Utter's land. Lumber for construction arrived this morning.

Al: Confident, are we?

Hearst: Back my bid for buying up Utter's property. Use your position in the town to sway others, and I will drop any counteraction against the whore. The pregnant whore who attacked me.

Al: Uncharacteristically straightforward, sir.

Hearst: (stands up) Discover your deepest nature, Mr. Swearengen. (puts on hat) Walk with the future.

(Hearst walks out of saloon; Al looks down at the missing finger of his left hand)

(FLASHBACK of knife being brought down on Al's hand by Hearst; Hearst throws finger and knife on desk)

(BACK IN PRESENT: Al is touching the missing finger joint; Dan and Johnny come up to him)

Dan: How'd that do you, Al?

(piano starts)

Al: Best time to produce Trixie so I can sell he on silence as virtue.

Dan: On it, Boss.

(Dan ascends stairs towards Trixie's room; Trixie screaming; Aunt Lou heard speaking from inside room)

Aunt Lou: That's it. Blow it out, just blow it out.

(Trixie breathing heavily; screaming; grunting; Dan moves along hallway towards Trixie's room; Dan hesitates outside the door; inside the room Doc and Aunt Lou are standing in front of Trixie who is half reclined on bed)

Trixie: Christ, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

Aunt Lou: They're arrayed to support you, Ms. Trixie, but you're the one who's got to be pushing!.

(Sol is behind Trixie holding her up)

Trixie: Which don't I, in Christ, look to be doing, Aunt Lou?

(grunts; knocking on door)

Dan: (through door) Dan Dority! Speaking for Al, that needs words with Trixie!

Doc: Trixie ain't receiving, hard as she's coming from home. If you'd just tell Al, we'll issue word...

Aunt Lou: Come on, come on.

Doc: ... from this quarter as we are fucking able!

(Trixie screaming)

Dan: Okay. I hear you, Doc.

(Dan leaves hallway)

Doc: One more push, Trixie.

Aunt Lou: This is it.

(Trixie screaming)

Aunt Lou: Now, we doing something.

Doc: And...

Aunt Lou: Now, we doing it.

(Trixie panting)

Aunt Lou: Okay. See his business? You got a boy!

Sol: A boy!

(Aunt Lou hands baby to Trixie; Sol looks on; Trixie gasps)

Doc: Go ahead, and slap his backside.

(Sol pats on the infants back; baby crying; everyone gasps)

Doc: There you go.

(Doc helps Trixie cradle baby in a blanket)

Sol: Ah, Trixie.

Trixie: Hello, Joshua. Lord keep you.

(NEXT: outside near stables)

Charlie: Ms. Calamity Jane Cannary

Jane: (drunkenly) Charlie Utter.

Charlie: Some putting odds up train bring you home in a box.

Jane: I come to collect Joanie Stubbs.

(street noise; Charlie walks over to Jane and pulls her up)

(grunts)

Jane: Oh god.

(laughs; sighs)

Jane: How would you, uh, describe the Stubbs woman's state of affairs?

Charlie: Not seeing her consistent, I... I say Joanie Stubbs' collecting her portion of gloom and dismay, just like any of us.

Jane: Well, suppo... Suppose, Charlie... say a, a person had an interest in that situation, what by your lights would be a right way of broaching the subject.

Charlie: Maybe say... you been thinking of her, hoping... if ever she thought of you, her thinking would be friendly, too.

(pushes Charlie in the chest)

Jane: Write me that down to repeat it, you cocksucker.

Charlie: You know what to say, Jane. What to do.

Jane: I will stand you to a drink. (hold out a bottle of whisky to Charlie) Down it along with you, too, far as that goes. One drink.

Charlie: Fuck the drink. Go find your girl. Go get 'em.

(Charlie backs away)

Jane: pssh. (waves him off)

(NEXT: outside of the Bella Union Saloon; Over sign hangs a banner saying "Joanie Stubbs Bella Union"; inside Bella Union piano is playing; indistinct chatter)

Jane: (yelling) I'd have a word... either with management, or just some girl ain't on her back just now, legs straight up in the air!

Woman: If you want the boss, Joanie's upstairs.

Jane: Oh? Busy?

Woman: I didn't see.

Woman: No, we didn't see.

(Jane shuffles then makes her way upstairs; piano continues; up on landing Jane moves along walkway towards back and starts to smile; woman moaning; man coughing; bed creaking; laughter; door shuts; indistinct chatter; Jane stops at a door and leans in to listen; taps on door, after a moment Jane opens the door slightly)

(Jane speaking sweetly)

Jane: Jane Cannary come a-calling, Miss Stubbs. I'd be grateful if you'd hold your fire.

(door creaks open; in bed is Joanie asleep with two other women who sleepily rub eyes; footsteps; Jane enters room)

Jane: Everyone got plenty of room?

Woman: Seem to be making due. Why don't me and Deenie just get outta here, Joanie? We don't want no trouble.

(women get out of bed)

Woman: Well arrived, Jane.

(chuckling)

Woman: Welcome home.

Jane: Go fuck yourself.

(laughing)

Jane: Hold her soap!

(Jane slams door after women leave; now alone with Joanie, Jane slowly approaches bed)

Jane: Considerable time since seeing you.

Joanie: Wasn't me setting off see the country, see the world.

Jane: Weren't we sure as fuck done with each other back then?

Joanie: Not on none of my say-so.

(Jane moves to side of bed; Joanie swings her legs off side of bed; gets up; puts on robe)

Joanie: Well, go on. Say what you wanna say.

Jane: Uh, just... surprised to find you back here is all.

Joanie: I'll be grateful keeping options to yourself concerning my whereabouts and purposes.

Jane: You wanna brawl, we can do it.

Joanie: Brawling's unseemly, girl my age.

Jane: Charlie Utter said you been better.

(Joanie moves past Jane)

Joanie: Is that right? Charlie did?

Jane: High on dope, as I suppose you'd have to be, consorting with them miserable cunts.

Joanie: (pours herself a drink and raises it) New old damn shooter coming out. Believed the game shut down when she left the table.

(Joanie slurps drink; Jane sadly grimaces, turns away, opens and walks out of the room, slams door behind her)

(NEXT: out at Charlie Utter's property; water running; indistinct chatter; men and a wagon of wood poles can be seen; Hearst walks towards stream; grunting; Charlie is sitting on a large rock at edge of stream watching Hearst; horse snorting; Hearst addresses Charlie from other side of stream)

Hearst: These placer acres that you own, Mr. Utter, captured my attention.

Charlie: Scouts you sent previous made that clear.

Hearst: People whose judgment I respect assay this property's market value at $3,500.

(workers chattering)

Charlie: Seems I'm the lone holdout on the path of progress.

(Charlie motions to other side of stream where men are erecting telephone poles)

Hearst: By way of abbreviating our back and forth and... and maybe generating some good will, I'd go 500 above. Offer you... 4,000 even, cash money.

(Charlie nods, smiles, pauses; water flowing; indistinct chatter)

Charlie: My father taught his boy, uh, "beat hell into him" might maybe be more accurate, (chuckling)... how if, uh, early enough on, you credited the settlements was coming, bought egress reasonable, developed 'em sensible, hung onto 'em until the market come right, of a day you might could wake up and find you made yourself a respectable investment.

Hearst: Forward thinking was your father then. And now, here's his boy to confirm his papa's prediction.

Charlie: Contrary-wise, man might could... come to certain special feelings. Partial, say, to a piece of ground. A river... (motions downstream) bending through the forest like so.

(Shot looking downstream where dark-skinned man is sitting, fishing; men chattering; Hearst looking downstream; looks back at Charlie)

Charlie: I decline your offer, Mr. Hearst, thanking you for your time and attention. (takes swig from flask)

Hearst: My experience over time has come to be... customarily, I am he who starts a negotiation. Names its finish, too.

Charlie: Maybe getting mother-fucked this morning in the thoroughfare, by a woman in the bargain, has somewhat got your back up. Not the accolade you'd looked for out your return to fuckin' camp.

Hearst: Proffering that assessment, sir, is harly your proper bailiwick.

Charlie: Far as that, I went and proffered it any fuckin' way.

(Hearst sighs; chattering; Hearst looks disappointed towards Charlie; turns and retreats; Shot of dark-skinned man, fishing reel clicking; Charlie sighs and atches Hearst walk away)

(NEXT: back in town, on the main floor of the No. 10 Saloon; indistinct chatter)

Jane: Any soul on the grounds bearing mortal likeness to a walrus, raise up you right hand or whistle.

(laughter)

Jane: (yells) You, Tom Nuttall! Up with your right, or purse your damn lips and blow!

(Tom tried to blow a whistle; laughter)

Man: Pitiful effort.

Tom: Welcome home, Jane.

Jane: 'Scription to propose. Tombstone above a casket. (motions hands towards an empty table) "On this spot...

(FLASHBACK to Wild Bill Hickok sitting at the table with shadowy figure behind him)

Jane: "Was Bill Hickok foully splayed, brains blown to bits...

(Figure raises gun; gunshot; yelling)

(BACK TO JANE IN PRESENT)

Jane: "... by the coward Jack McCall! Neath this building, too, days to come, will rest the remains of Jane Ardis Cannary, known as Calamity to strangers, and to Bill Hickok as a very good friend. At the place of his sorrowful demise, may Jane's spirit stand vigilante watch as in life she found herself unable."

Tom: And to speak straightforward, Jane, you mortally installed and decaying 'neath this building don't strike me as a magnet for commerce.

Jane: Because you're headless for business, Tom, and heedless and horse-faced to boot!

(laughter)

Tom: Well, why not empty the graveyards? We'll spot corpses at the tables, needling the gloom overall.

Arty: That's a rotten idea.

Jane: Fuck yourself, Arty.

(laughter; Jane grabs a bottle of whisky from bar and walks out)

(NEXT: main floor of the Gem Saloon; piano playing; indistinct chatter)

Al: What are you selling, Wu?

(Mr. Wu moves quickly towards to the table where Al is sitting; Wu ays something wrapped in cloth on table)

Wu: Swedgin. (rattling sound; Wu points to Chinese boy, Mengyao) You. (speaks Chinese)

Mengyao: (to Al) He has medicine for you.

Wu: Swedgin (speaking Chinese)

Mengyao: Your color looks wrong.

(Al nods; both Wu and boy sit)

Al: Mengyao, you for hire?

Mengyao: Yes, Mr. Swedgin.

Al: Good. I want you to take this note to Sol Star to give to his lady, Trixie, over at the Bullock Star Hotel, over the road there.

(Al writes on paper, folds it and holds it out for Mengyao to take)

Al: You got that?

(Mengyao does not move to take paper)

Mengyao: How much will you pay me?

(Al chuckles; sighs)

Al: (still holding out paper) Payment upon return, and job verified complete.

(Mengyao takes paper)

Al: Now go wait outside the door for your granddad.

Wu: (speaks Chinese; Mengyao rises to go; speaking Chinese, Wu motions; Mengyao tips his hat to Al and leaves; opens door; shuts door)

Wu: Swedgin. Drink. Tea.

Al: (pushes bundle back towards Wu) You drink tea.

Wu: No! No! (shoves bundle back to Al)

Al: I'll cut your chink throat for a "no," and pitch you off the balcony with the other one, seek health advice on the way down.

(Wu slowly, defiantly crosses arms and glares at Al)

Al: Fuckin' Wu. (sits) Go on, get back to your fuckin' alley!

(Wu leaves; Al opens bundle to reveal 5 glass bottles of herbs)

Al: Fuckin' tea, huh?

(opens desk drawer and pulls out whisky bottle; uncorks it; chuckles; takes a swig; slams bottle back on desk and painfully sighs)

(downstairs piano is playing; indistinct chatter; Caroline Woolgarden sits at a table, reading book; Johnny Burns is watching Caroline from the bar)

Caroline: (to Johnny) Am I doing somethin' wrong?

Johnny: (moving closer) You gimme the fantods, you're so... favoring a girl who once worked here.

Caroline: (pulling up skirt over her knees) Is she thick through the calf like me?

Johnny: (smiling) She's pretty. She had the yellowest hair. Just the sweetest damn smile. She had a chip, she had... (pointing to his teeth) there, right there, like to drive a fella crazy.

(FLASHBACK of Johnny at bar with Jen)

Johnny: Me at least, anyway.

(BACK IN PRESENT)

Johnny: Jen, her name was.

Caroline: And Jen move along?

Johnny: (Nods and speaking slowly) She, she did. Uh-huh. Moved on.

(Johnny turns and moves back towards bar)

Caroline: Give you word where?

(Johnny stops, turns back to table. Sits down)

Johnny: Uh... I weren't telling you true, Caroline. She died. Jen did. Just poor luck...

(piano continues)

(FLASHBACK of Al holding large knife and following Jen into a room; shuts door behind them)

Johnny: Caught in the middle of situation none of her fuckin' doing.

(BACK IN PRESENT)

Johnny: "Exceptional sweet soul," Minister said. And he weren't wrong.

(Caroline leans forward moves her hand under table and between Johnny' legs)

Caroline: Appears my job's in progress before we might even get to set down.

Johnny: Early uprising... longtime trial to me.

(Caroline sighs; they stare into each others' eyes)

(NEXT: night time outside in street people walking with lanterns; Seth and Martha at home sitting at dinner table; Seth looking towards door)

Seth: More than an hour late is Charlie. (turns to look at Martha) Maybe I pressed too hard about Hearst.

Martha: Perhaps he got involved catching' up with folks.

(children giggling; Seth take sip from cup)

Martha: I should feed the children.

Seth: (drains the last from cup; sets it down) I'm gonna look out for Charlie. (gets up and leaves house)

(OUT IN STREET: Jane sees Seth on horse)

Jane: Evening, Marshal!

Seth: Looking for Charlie Utter, Jane.

Jane: I ain't seen him tonight.

Seth: Do something for me? Check around town. If you find Charlie, tell him my wife's angry at his bad behavior.

Jane: Count on it!

Seth: (to man sitting in front of jail) Harry, with me.

Harry: My gout's agitating.

(chuckles)

Seth: Should I take one of the young ones?

Harry: Yes, sir.

Jane: I'll fucking go with you, Bullock.

Harry: No! No! (grunts) I'm up! I'm up. (groans; grunts; pushes younger man near him in chest to move his out of his way; Seth clicks tongue for horse to move)

(NEXT: in mountains, night-time, view of telephone poles with wires strung thought them; coyotes howling; view of stream; grunts; horse snorts; Seth and Harry stop their horses where a saddled horse stands in stream)

Seth: That's Charlie's horse. (to Harry) Start over there.

(horse nickers; grunts; two men are carrying lanterns looking through rocks; groans; sighs; splashing; Seth picks up something from on the large rock where Charlie sat earlier in day; sighs; shows it to Harry; twig snaps nearby)

Seth: Careful now!

(NEXT: back in town; the front of Joanie Snubb's saloon; piano playing; laughter; Joanie in a red dress comes out on sidewalk)

Joanie: (to Jane) How long you standing out here?

Jane: Better part of my fuckin' life, feels like. You looking for Charlie Utter with me or not?

Joanie: He sometimes plays cards at this new place. Only knowed that 'cause I teased him never frequentin' this joint.

Jane: Lead the way then.

(chatter; laughter from inside saloon continues; Joanie goes first; Jane follows smiling)

(BACK AT STREAM on Charlie's property; Seth and Harry move through rocks)

Seth: Charlie?

Harry: Charlie Utter!

Seth: Charlie?

(animals calling; sighs; bush rustling; Harry gasps; Seth draws gun and points towards sound)

Seth: Come out, hands where I can see' em.

Samuel: Don't you shoot.

(Samuel peaks out from behind a rock)

Seth: What are you doing out here, Samuel?

Samuel: I'm just reachin' for my fishing pole, and I'm askin' you not to kill me.

(Seth sighs)

Seth: Christ.

Harry: Charlie!

Samuel: It weren't me, no sir!

Seth: What the fuck you talkin' about?

Harry: (shouting from a little ways away) Bullock!

(Samuel and Seth walks towards Harry; panting; Charlie lays on ground blood on his head)

Seth: Jesus God in heaven.

(thunder rumbling)

Seth: Get him a blanket, Harry.

Samuel: I didn't do it, Marshal--

Seth: Be still.

(they both go quick and look at Charlie)

(NEXT: back in town; Harry brings Samuel through ally into the side door of the jail, walks Samuel over to jail cell and locks him in; Samuel looks nervous; Harry drops keys on desk; Harry closes blinds)

(OUT IN THE STREET: Seth walkers horse through town with Charlie's body slung over the saddle; stops in front of the Gem Saloon facing the Grand Central Saloon; Seth pulls and cocks his gun; fires into the air; horse neighing; boy outside saloon startles)

Seth: (to boy) I'd appreciate Mr. Hearst knowing I'm waitin' to talk to him.

Man: Mr. Utter!

Woman: That can't be!

(door creaks as Al comes out on balcony of the Gem Saloon; crowd murmuring)

Man: You see? Covered in blood!

(INSIDE THE GRAND CENTRAL HOTEL: Hearst sits at a table; boy whispers in Hearst's ear; two men sitting against wall silently get up; Hearst puts down his fork and follows the out of the room)

(OUTSIDE Al watches from above; torches crackling; two men and Hearst come out the front door; Hearst stops on the edge of sidewalk, leans arm against post)

Seth: Charlie Utter's dead Mr. Hearst. Murdered.

Hearst: Do we know by whose hand, Marshal, Mr. Utter has been taken?

Seth: Who pulled the trigger or who put the fucking money up to get it done.

Hearst: I take that, sir, as a slur meant to incite me. And I do not choose to be provoked. Your imputing foreknowledge, sir, to me of Mr. Utter's murder exposes me to shameful slander and disesteem. I will have you recant. Or either ready to receive behavior from em in rebuke.

(Al and crowd silently look on)

Seth: What form then do you figure your rebuke will take, murdering cunt that you are?

Al: (calling down from balcony) Bullock...

Seth: I'll get to you in a fuckin' minute. (Seth turns and glares up at Al; turns back to address Hearst)

Seth: Charlie Utter.

(Joanie and Jane now appear in crowd and gasp)

Seth: (looks crowd) Have a thought for a good man dead.

(Seth glares back at Hearst then pulls horse and walks horse and Charlie down the street away from Hearst)

Al: (inside the Gem Saloon yelling down from top of stairs) Shut the place down. Bar's closed! Go on! Get the fuck outta' here!

(indistinct murmuring as patrons leave)

Seth: (to Al) I'd learn the import of that look passed twixt you and fuckin' Hearst.

Al: (to girl at bar) Get the marshal a whiskey.

Seth: I don't want a fuckin' drink.

(Girl pours a shot; leaves it and the bottle on the bar in front of Seth and Al then leaves them)

Seth: Say, Bullock, a fella, not many hours left to order his affairs, applied them that remained, naming such purposes that he'd give primacy.

Seth: Deal me in or don't, Al. I'd not be fucked halfway up.

(Al labored breathing moves away from bar and takes a set at a table)

Al: Hearst stopped by, wanted to bury the hatchet. (sighs as he sits) Pool revenue and influence in exchange for Trixie's life. Planning to run telephone wires across Utter's property. Lumber lies at his claim.

Seth: Him conveying that to you, you said fuckin' what?

Al: I let the offer sit.

Seth: To what fucking end? (Drinks the shot of whiskey; Slams shot glass on bar; Looks at Al)

Al: You ever think, Bullock, of not going straight at a thing?

Seth: No. (walks over to Al's table) What's the move, Al?

Al: Wish the fuck I knew. Killing Charlie Utter changes the game.

(Seth sits across from Al)

Seth: Say the man has an eyewitness to bring to bear.

Al: (looking intensely at Seth) Name him.

Seth: Samuel Fields.

Al: The Nigger General was an eyewitness to what?

Seth: Eyewitness to them as did for Charlie Utter.

Al: And thereby need a good fuckin' murdering.

(chuckling softly)

Seth: Sidestepping legal administration.

Al: Well, if it ain't for Hearst to follow the law, why the fuck should it be for you? (leaning forward) Now, how should I construe that look on your mug, Bullock?

Seth: My job ain't to follow the law, Al. My job is to interpret it, then enforce it... accordingly.

(Al considers words; taps on table; Seth stands up)

Al: You best counsel your partner proper, the safety of mother and child.

Seth: Sol and me'll see to it.

Al: Hearst won't take long before he honors the rigors of his putrid fuckin' nature. He'll want an answer.

Seth: (nods; walks out) I'll deliver your fuckin' answer. (opens door)

(NEXT: outside; in mountains; standing before a pile of telephone poles stacked on ground; Seth lights cigarette with match then throws it on the logs that immediately burst into roaring flames; Seth on horse rides off with fire roaring and getting larger behind him)

(BACK IN AL'S ROOM: Al's sitting up in bed with a cup of tea, talking)

Al: Fuckin' telephone in my joint. Saloon is a sanctuary. Every man worth the name knows the value of being unreachable.

(On other side of room Caroline is standing in underclothes)

Caroline: Will you have me suck your prick now, Mr. Swearengen?

Al: What has changed since early when I declined the offer? Do I look suddenly robust, unimpededly erect? I am out, as I told you, of sorts, commission, activity. (Caroline takes a seat on the other side of the room) And more and more forgetful what the whole sordid fuckin' business is to signify.

Caroline: Plenty I wouldn't mind forgetting.

(Al sighs; looks at Caroline how is now wistfully staring out window; Al put cup down on side table)

Al: Hey, come over here. Come on. (pats bed; Caroline moves and sits down on side of bed; Al holds something out to her) You dropped this earlier.

Caroline: Real or not, I value it high.

Al: (pointing at her) That is a goddamn gold commemorative worth 12 to $14.

(Caroline smiles and put coin in her brassier; stands and walks around foot of bed)

Caroline: Can I ask who the woman was earlier today, yelling from the hotel balcony?

(FLASHBACK of Trixie)

Al: One who ain't afraid to die.

(BACK IN PRESENT)

Caroline: And who you'd see live? (gets on bed beside Al)

Al: Well, that's the question. When I'm gone, who'll protect her? Can the Jew do what needs to be done? Can Bullock? Oh Christ, save me. Have I feelings for her? Am I that fuckin' lost a cunt, a man my age?

Caroline: Makes me wanna weep, how you remind me of my dad.

Al: Don't you hang your relations around my neck.

(Caroline smiles sadly; Al raises arm and Caroline leans into his side as he wraps his arm around her)

(FLASHBACK: Al remembers Trixie laying in the same position against his chest)

(BACK IN PRESENT)

Al: It's a sad night. (Al hugs Caroline and smells her hair; sniffing) Something's afire. (thinking)Christ. (shakes head) I do have feelings.

(Al reaches over and turns out flame in lamp; sighs)

(OUTSIDE IN STREET: fast bell ringing)

Man: Hyah! Hyah!

(Seth walks along sidewalk; Wagon approaching; Ringing continues; man yelling; horse-drawn fire wagon quickly moves by followed by uniformed fire fighters; ringing continues)

Man: Hep!

(NEXT: view from mountains down on town of Deadwood; birds, insects chirping; slow bell ringing)

(OUTSIDE THE GEM SALOON: workers are taking down banners and cleaning up from yesterday's celebration; men chattering)

(INSIDE THE GEM SALOON: Al is before mirror grooming himself; groaning; inhales, exhales; bell continues ringing as Al makes his way out of room; downstairs at the bar Johnny and Dan drink shots)

Dan: (lifting shot towards Johnny) Charlie Utter.

Al: (from walkway above) So much to rounding up Trixie for me.

Dan: Well last night, you sent little Wu with a notion to abstain!

Al: Did I now?

Dan: Doc is not 100% all the way to the top persuaded that you oughta be up and about just yet.

Al: (now at bottom of stairs) Doc's got a call to his own fuckin' opinion, but not to be blabbin' to what pertains or ain't to my fuckin' plans, huh?! (slams chair to floor; sits in chair; sighs) Fucking drenched. Oh!

Doc: (entering the saloon from the street) What are you doing up, Al?!

Al: Well, this is a fucking pain in the balls.

Doc: Jesus Christ! (sighs; leans over and puts the back of his hand on Al's forehead)

Al: I owe Charlie Utter a sending off, Doc.

Doc: Oh, goddamn it, Al.

Al: (whispers) Okay. (yells) Hey, Dan! You do it, huh? Handful of dirt from each of us? (raising a flask) Charlie Utter.

(FLASHBACK: Charlie singing while walking in woods)

Charlie: You gotta walk it by yourself. There's nobody else...

(present day Samuel Fields' voice over flashback)

Samuel: Mr. Utter's accustomed to letting me cross his land and fish the stream that separates his acres from Mr. Hearst.

(BACK IN PRESENT: Samuel sitting in jail cell talking)

Samuel: He come 'round about a quarter past the second I caught, me expecting his purpose to ask how I was faring.

(FLASHBACK: Charlie continues singing walking closer to where Samuel is fishing; gunshot; Samuel cowers against rock)

Samuel: I heard a rifle shot, and took the fuck off.

(FLASHBACK: Samuel stayed put and he saw the men who shot Charlie come up to Charlie's body before Samuel ran off)

Seth: Could you identify the man who did it?

Samuel: No, sir, I cannot. Because I didn't see him.

(PRESENT TIME BACK IN JAIL)

Seth: (looking into cell speaking softly) You being you?

Samuel: Me being the color I am, yes, sir. I wish I could.

Seth sighs)

Samuel: I'ma say this once to you, Marshal. I'm gonna let myself hope that you don't permit 'em stringing me up over something I had nothing to do with, not fuck all.

Seth: Nobody's trying to lynch you at this moment here, Samuel. And if you look at me hard, you'll know they'll have to kill me down the road before they get to do it then.

(door opens; door shuts)

Samuel: Bless you seeing clear to say so, Marshal, and get me a good goddamn lawyer.

Harry: (heavy breathing) Sorry for the lateness. Gout's flaring. Was at the Doc's.

Seth: Been hearing about your gout a lot lately, Harry.

Harry: Pokes me like devil's in there working with a tiny pitchfork. (pointing to Samuel in cell) How's this going?

(Seth goes to door to leave)

Samuel: (yelling to Seth) Get me a good goddamn lawyer, Marshal!

(Seth leaves; Samuel and Harry look at each other; Harry pulls cell gate close and locks it with keys)

(NEXT: back at the stream on Charlie's land; water flowing; choir singing a hymn)

Choir:

•   I was standing
•   On the banks
•   Of the river
•   Looking out
•   Over life's troubled seas

(coffin in wagon being brought to burial area followed by another wagon and procession of people)

•   When I saw
•   An old ship
•   That was sailing
•   Is that the old...

(singing fades; Jane is sitting on a rock by, head bowed, as Joanie approaches)

Joanie: Come on, Jane. Time for Charlie's burial.

(choir continues; Joanie sighs and moves to a nearby rock and sits; sighs)

Joanie: Remember when Bill passed? (Jane now raises her head to look at Joanie) Charlie so broke up he's been out the camp, couldn't attend the goodbye? (Jane sadly nods) And I recollect, too, girl barely could put one food front the other but weren't gonna fail to see Bill Hickok off. (Jane sadly smiles)

(AT GRAVE SIDE)

Seth: When Sol Star and I came to this community, Charlie Utter...

(Jane and Joanie walk towards gathering, hand in hand)

Seth: ... was first man forward offering his hand in greeting. (coffin being lowered in grave) Over time, Sol and I formed a... friendship with Charlie. Enriched our lives. Come up to proper, he was good-natured and just. Come to any way at all, I never saw a man stand him down. Only right he should be buried on the land he worked his life for. Charlie was took from us wrongful, and he was... He was took too soon. We ask respite for a good man's soul. Pray the Lord carry him home.

(Joanie steps forward)

Joanie: No man never stood up for me how Charlie did, nor with no word 'bout doing it, neither. (heavy breathing)

Crowd: Amen.

Jane: Amen to that.

(Pastor motions Dan forward; Dan bends down and grabs a handful of earth and throws it into grave onto the coffin; the sound of second handful of dirt clattering; Dan walks away; others move towards open grave do the same)

(NEXT: Grand Central Hotel lobby; E.B. stands behind desk as two men enter carrying bags; indistinct chatter)

E.B.: Gentlemen.

Seacrest: Senator Hearst expecting us.

E.B.: Room number nine. (after men ascend stairs, talking out loud but to himself) Constituents of the cocksucker from California? Don't I deserve common courtesy? (sound of knocking on door) May I mention service as this community's mayor, albeit admittedly a largely titular position. But, facts are facts.

(indistinct chatter; E.B. quickly leaves desk and runs up the stairs; inside Hearst room, two men are standing; Hearst walks towards them; men take off hats)

Hearst: Well deserved, if modest, recognitions, gentlemen. (hands each man a bulky sealed envelope; in the space between Hearst's wall and outside of building E.B. quickly moves to a peephole in the wall where he can see and hear what transpires next)

Hearst: Jobs well done.

Dennis: Well, if you call them recognitions just modest, Mr. Hearst, I pray to Christ we run across you the day you're showing off.

Hearst: Certain you were unseen?

Seacrest: Not a human eye for miles.

(FLASHBACK: the two men standing over Charlie)

Seacrest: Man looks to be losing his mind, Dennis. (labored breathing)

Dennis: (chuckles; twigs break; both men look in direction of sound)

Seacrest: (pointing) That direction.

Dennis: What the fuck? (fires shotgun)

(PRESENT TIME: back in Hearst room)

Hearst: Hm. I saw a fisherman at the claim earlier in the day. Dark-complected fellow, wading the stream.

(FLASHBACK: Dennis and Seacrest, with shotguns ready, run through edge of stream; Samuel is hiding behind some rocks unseen as they run by)

(PRESENT TIME: back in Hearst room)

Dennis: You bring me to wonder aloud if that last was a bald-faced fabrication.

Hearst: My sources say Marshal's collected a witness, for a fact. I paid for execution at a level of professional excellence. (Hearst turns and moves away from the men, who follow him into another room) You were commissioned... to undertake of certain effort.

(Outside wall, E.B. moves along passage to get closer to where the men are now)

Hearst: It went without saying that you would address any complications that might ensue.

Seacrest: Part of the contract, sir, yes. (two men look at each other)

Hearst: They have someone in custody, which fails, by a considerable margin, to please me. I strongly suggest you handle it.

Dennis: How the fuck are we supposed to get into the marshal's office? Check on the veracity of this claim?

Hearst: My sources are to be trusted, it won't be easy. But, neither will it be impossible.

Dennis: Uh-huh. I see.

Hearst: This further business, if successfully brought to fruition, will earn each of you... $50 additional.

(men shuffle, seem pleased)

Seacrest: Well, now we're talkin'.

Dennis: The Negro fisherman?

Hearst: That'd be a job well done.

(In wall, E.B. softly gasps and puts hand to mouth)

E.B.: (moving back the way he came) Judas Priest!

(BACK IN LOBBY: the two men descend stairs and leave through the front door; indistinct chatter; E.B. now appears on the landing and quickly goes down the stairs and towards the front door)

Hearst: A word with you, Mr. Farnum!

(E.B. sighs; stops; looking nervous; turns towards Hearst as he descends stairs)

Hearst: Property of mine fell victim to arson last night.

E.B.: So, Senator, I'm gave to understand. What dreadful news.

Hearst: (handing E.B. a slip of paper) Place this lumber order. The vendor is in Lead. Tell the man weekly deliveries until further notice.

E.B.: By telegraph, sir.

Hearst: There is a public telephone just outside. Take the leap, Mr. Farnum. The future awaits.

E.B.: The queue, sir, stretches. Have you seen the riffraff line up?

Hearst: Stall progress he may. Stop it he cannot. Every business, Mr. Farnum, in this territory thrives as a direct result of communication. Now, we've no say as to the pace of modernity's advance. (E.B. shuffles impatiently) I myself am merely... its vessel. A humble foot soldier. (E.B. scraping feet) Its inevitability is the deepest truth -- What is wrong with you, goddamn it, to be shifting your feet so incessantly?

E.B.: Uh, the procession of years, wanton leakage.

Hearst: You are a vile creature.

E.B.: Nor are you first to say so.

Hearst: Get the hell out and place the call.

E.B.: I'll detain you for the briefest moment. (E.B. quickly moves to go behind the desk)

Hearst: Now.

E.B.: (stops; puts on hat and rushes out door) Yes, sir. Going.

(OUTSIDE: Al is closing his balcony door as he looks down across street to where Hearst and E.B. were talking)

(INSIDE THE GEM SALOON: Jewel is putting forks in opened tin cans)

Dan: Peaches, Jewel, are for meeting of the town elders. This prospect here before us, it's an auction. It's hardly the same fucking thing.

Jewel: God, you think about ever getting yourself a hobby, Dan?

Dan: And that smart-ass mouth of your'n is gonna get you relegated back to the fucking kitchen.

(Up in Al's rooms)

Seth: (sitting across from Al at desk) Futile to go to Hearst this way. No match for his resources, but it'd be a pity not to recognize what's at stake. To go ahead and die stupid.

Al: Hate to end a fool, right? (Seth stands up) Sure as hell Charlie Utter didn't.

Seth: What's essential is you remember, do your part.

Al: Oh, naught else, Marshal? Laundry required?

Seth: I'll let you know.

Al: Where you been, Bullock?

Seth: Right up the fuckin' road, Al.

(Al nods his head; Seth leaves room)

(OUTSIDE ON SIDEWALK: at public telephone; phone cranking; ringing; wires buzzing; E.B. is at front of long line cranking the phone box with difficulty)

E.B.: God damn it! Goddamn it. (muffled voice) My goodness. A voice? Hello, in there.

(muffled voice continues)

E.B.: (shouting into phone) I'm calling the town of Lead! (sighs; men behind him smile) It's Deadwood's mayor, E.B. Farnum, relegated to magnate-Senator George Hearst's errand boy, calling Lead Lumber at the senator's behest.

(muffled voice responds)

E.B.: (puts a hand over phone; speaks to himself) The Negro will lay slain before this concludes. Christ, I must get to Bullock.

(BACK AT THE GEM SALOON: men sit in arranged chairs facing an auction podium; Seth and Sol among them; gavel pounding; Merrick and Alma stand behind podium)

Merrick: Good afternoon and welcome to the Utter estates dispersal, as will proceed under the supervision of the Deadwood Bank.

(Martha Bullock enters room)

Alma: A description of the parcel and its dimensions are detailed in the available literature. (E.B. arrives through side door) First bids on landholdings of Charlie Utter, Deadwood Bank the fiduciary, to commence at $2,500, (E.B. looks anxiously on to where Seth is sitting across the room; Hearst is also in the room) increments thereafter of $100 above the previous bid.

E.B.: (to self) I'm not made for such complexity.

Merrick: (clears throat) Who will open now on parcel one at $2,500? (pause) I've a bid for $2,500 (Seth turns to see Hearst at bar standing next to Joanie) on the regrettably deceased Mr. Utter's very desirable property. Who will go with me now to 26?

Seth: $2,600.

Sol: (to Seth) Backing your play, partner.

Al: (stands overlooking from balcony talks to himself) Conservative proffer.

Man: Uh, $2,700.

Dan: (to himself) Upon which Hearst takes matters by the neck.

Hearst: $3,000. (crowd murmuring; Joanie turns and looks at Hearst) Nor do I lack for stronger opinions.

Seth: 3,100.

Hearst: 32. Rode in, did you, Marshal, on a Trojan horse?

Merrick: Floor's heard $3,200.

Seth: 3,300, please.

Hearst: 34. And if you know your limit, Marshal, let's hurry and get to it so that I may get us past, and that we all of us can sup at a decent hour.

(Seth turns and glares at Hearst; Hearst grins)

Merrick: 3,400's heard once.

Seth: 3,500.

Al: (yells from landing) Terrible fire at your claim last night. Everybody whole, Senator?

Hearst: 36.

Joanie: 3,700. (murmuring; everyone turns to look at her including Hearst)

Hearst: 38.

Seth: 3,900. (Martha gasps)

Merrick: I've 3,900 once.

(Hearst looks serious; puffs on cigar)

(OVER AT THE JAIL: the two men knock on the side door; Harry opens the door; Samuel watches from cell)

Dennis: Mr. Hearst sent us.

Harry: It's fuckin' daytime.

Seacrest: Not our fuckin' problem.

Dennis: Say how you want it played.

Harry Manning: Key's on the desk, this side of my head (points to left side; turns his back; Dennis punches him on right side; Harry grunts; hits floor hard and doesn't move; Samuel stands up in cell)

(BACK AT AUCTION)

Hearst: 4,300.

Seth: (angrily) 44.

Sol: (Sol grabs Seth's shoulder) Seth...

Merrick: Do I hear 4,500?

Hearst: 5,000, goddamn it. As ought shoo the sightseers off.

Seth: 5,500.

Hearst: 56.

(Alma looks back and forth between Hearst and Seth)

Seth: 6,000.

Hearst: 6,500.

(Seth breaths hard looking defeated; Alma closes eyes then slowly opens them)

Alma: $7,000.

(man whistling; murmuring; Seth and Alma exchange looks; Hearst mouth opens)

Hearst: 7,200.

Alma: (stands; states matter-of-factly) $7,300. And neither, if you continue, sir, will you find yourself unaccompanied. (Sofia smiles; Hearst puffs on cigar)

Merrick: I've $7,300 for the Utter property heard once. (Hearst turns and walks out) $7,300 twice. (murmuring; chuckling) Third time. (bangs gavel) Sold to the distinguished and resourceful Mrs. Ellsworth, for $7,300!

(Sol happily taps Seth on shoulder; Merrick shakes Alma's hand; crowd chatter)

Al: (raises flask) Mrs. Ellsworth.

(chatter continues; Alma leaves podium and moves around the back of a wall; Seth comes around the wall from the other side; they are blocked by the wall from being seen by many in the room; Seth grabs Alma and hugs her tightly; they hold for a long moment; Martha sees them; Seth pulls away and Seth and Alma stand looking at each other; E.B. comes up to Seth from behind)

Seth: You honored Charlie today. (Alma smiles)

E.B.: Bullock!

Seth: (to Alma) Excuse me. (turns) What is it, E.B.?

(E.B. puts his had to Seth's ear and whispers inaudibly)

Seth: You're certain?

E.B.: Yes.

(Seth puts on hat and walks with purpose out the door)

Al: (having seen what transpired calls down to Dan) Dan!

Seth: (to Dan) With Al.

Dan: Staying.

(Martha watches Seth walk out)

(OUT IN THE ALLEY: next to the jail Hearst's two men are struggling trying to tie a rope around Samuel' neck to hang him; grunting; struggling; Seth enters front door of jail with hand ready on his gun)

Harry: (on floor; groans) Sorry.

Seth: How long ago?

Harry: (grunts) I couldn't tell you for a mortal truth. (grunting)

Seth: (goes back out front door to street where Sol just arrived) They got Samuel.

Mengyao: Marshal! Come! Something bad is happening! Come! Come! Come here!

(Seth moves quickly across street and into alley with Sol close behind; Seacrest punching Samuel in face over and over; grunting; gasps; gun cocks; yelling in Chinese; Seacrest looks up to see Seth with gun raised and pointed at Seacrest; heavy breathing; Seacrest draws gun while at the same time grabs Mengyao and hold him with gun to Mengyao head; Sol points his gun at Dennis; more yelling in Chinese)

Seacrest: Lemme go, the chink lives.

(Seth eyes the situation; fires his gun; hits Seacrest in forehead; people scream)

Wu: Mengyao! Mengyao!

(Mengyao runs to Wu)

Sol: (to Dennis who is moving for his gun) You're gonna die you do that. (cocks gun)

Dennis: You arresting me for beating a coon murdered a decent white man?

Seth: You murdered Charlie Utter.

Dennis: Aye? And who says so?

Samuel: (still laying on ground) I... I say so. That's him, Bullock. Killed your friend.

(Seth punches Dennis hard in the face; both grunting; Dennis is thrown to ground; groans; heavy breathing; Seth punches hard in face over and over)

Sol: Seth. Seth! Seth!

(grunting)

Sol: Don't kill him!

(Seth unintentionally hits Sol in face as he goes to hit Dennis again; stops with his arm in mid swing; panting)

Seth: Take care Samuel. (to Wu, pointing to dead Seacrest) Wu, feed that fuck to the pigs.

(Wu nods; speaks Chinese to others; indistinct murmuring; Sol goes to Samuel; Seth roughly pulls Dennis to his feet; groaning)

(NEXT: inside Hearst room; Hearst is laying peacefully on floor listening to "Traumerei" by Schumann playing on Victrola)

Seth: (in street outside hotel) George Hearst! Come out!

(Hearst slowly rolls over and gets up; sighs)

Seth: George Hearst! Come out now!

(crowd gathers murmuring; door opens; Al watches from outside balcony door way; Dan has shotgun; Hearst comes out onto his hotel room balcony with gun men to either side of him)

Seth: (to Dennis who he's holding by the shoulder with rope around his neck) Identify the man hired you to do Charlie Utter's murder.

Hearst: Finally lost your grip, Marshal.

(Seth kick Dennis to his knees; grunts; choking)

Seth: Name the man! Go on! (heavy breathing) Point him out.

(Heart's man with shotgun comes out of hotel doors; cocks gun; Dan stands with gun to ready)

Dennis: (eyes down) He hired us.

Seth: Who did?

(Dennis raises eyes to look at Hearst, before he can speak, gun man to the right of Hearst fires and kills Dennis; screaming; Seth fires and kills gun man on right side of balcony; Seth cocks gun again and points it to gun man on left; long pause)

Hearst: Set up, Marshal, are we? Justice and mercy in proper relation. Feelin' more a man?

Seth: Better lock the next shipment of lumber up.

Hearst: (cocks head) I expect you believe a badge insulates you from certain untoward consequences.

Seth: Much as your being a US senator will insulate you from jail.

Dan: (still pointing gun at gun man in front of hotel enterance) Tell this cocksucker to lower his weapon!

(Johnny raises his gun, to fire; gun shot; several other guns fire; grunting; man in front of hotel falls, as does Johnny)

Hearst: (to his men) Inside, now.

Johnny: (holding shoulder) Fuckin' shot, I am!

Al: You'll fuckin' live.

(groaning; everyone retreats inside; Al glares over at Hearst)

Hearst: (to Seth) Congratulations on the rising body count.

Seth: Ain't proud of it.

Hearst: I'm coming for you, Marshal.

Seth: Expect you will, Senator. (turns and walks down street)

(NEXT: night time on main street; torches crackle; Trixie looks out window holding baby)

(FLASHBACK: Trixie outside Hearst door; knocking)

Trixie: Mr. Hearst?

(Hearst opens door; see gun; gunshot)

(BACK IN PRESENT: Trixie holding baby at window)

(FLASHBACK: Al enters room where Trixie kneels over Jen dead on floor with throat slit; Al hold knife; they exchange long look; Dan picks up Jen; footsteps receding; Trixie cries)

(BACK IN PRESENT: Trixie kisses baby; baby fussing; door unlocks; Sol enters; door shuts)

Trixie: (to Sol) Hold your son. Rock him towards sleep. Feed him his milk I've squoze into his bottles. Clean and change him when he does his business.

Sol: Wait, Trixie, where are you going?

Trixie: First, Al's urgent call to see me. Then, he sends this note sayin' the opposite. (sighs; sees blood on Sol) What the fuck, Sol?

Sol: Not mine. Collateral damage is all. (takes off hat)

Trixie: Well, whose fucking blood is it?

Sol: Men who murdered Charlie, dead now.

Trixie: Oh, the Hebrew takes to arms!

Sol: Trixie, please calm down.

Trixie: Then, take him. (baby crying)

Sol: No.

Trixie: For God's sakes. (crying continues; Sol take baby) I'm getting Al's counsel. With our baby stood with his father, 20 possible minutes or a fucking cunt hair more. I'll exit back of the hotel, sneaky as a mouse, and enter the Gem a side way.

Sol: Being stupid and fuckin' reckless.

Trixie: As I may be both, you Jew bastard, to get out the fuckin' door. (She kisses Sol; door opens; shuts)

(NEXT: outside on street, piano playing; Inside Gem, indistinct chatter; Trixie enters main floor from back)

(UPSTAIRS IN AL'S ROOM: door shuts; Trixie walks in, Al is in bed)

Trixie: (sighs) Beatin' you about head and shoulders, lad?

Al: Their's the upper hand just now.

(Trixie pulls chair up alongside bed; sits)

Al: Some choice, making your presence known to Hearst. (turns book pages; labored breathing)

Trixie: Whatever trouble I caused... blame the baby's imminent arrival.

Al: I took that young girl's life to save yours.

Trixie: Please, Al, don't say it again. Haunts me, Jen's face does.

Al: Weren't you cut her throat, nor devised a fuckin' plan that nearly got us all killed.

Trixie: (sadly nods; tearfully) God have mercy on me. (shutters) I don't deserve the one fuckin' minute of happiness, my newborn gave me coming into the world.

Al: We chose you, you loopy cunt. Look at the fuckin' mess you've give us.

Trixie: I'm un-fucking-worthy, Al! I belonged in that coffin, not her!

Al: Well, if your aim was to die, please, allow me to do the honors. (long pause; sighs) We're all of us haunted by our own fucking thoughts, so make friends with her ghost! It ain't going fuckin' anywhere!

(FLASHBACK: Al is opening coffin to expose Jen laying inside; Al angrily scrubs blood off floor)

(BACK IN PRESENT: Al sighs)

Trixie: I'm sorry... for everything.

Al: Heavens open up. She expresses contrition.

(Smiling Trixie takes Al's hand; Al sighs)

Al: New baby in camp?

Trixie: Lovely little boy.

Al: (sighs; takes Trixie's face in his hand) As born of his mother, he would be.

(BACK IN TRIXIE AND SOL'S ROOMS: baby cooing; Sol rocks baby; Seth looks on)

Seth: Did you try and stop her from leaving?

Sol: Nothing I could do.

Seth: Jesus Christ. (Sol rises) Swearengen's the only one I told Samuel's in the cage.

Sol: Man may be a lot of things, but he's not a snitch.

Seth: State he's in, more likely fuckin' forgot the conversation entirely.

(door opens; Trixie enters; door shuts; baby crying)

Seth: Too much to ask you stay the hell outta trouble?

Trixie: No, fuckin' Bullock. Not too much. I will.

(Seth leaves; door opens; shuts; Trixie kneels down to baby)

Trixie: Not himself, Al weren't. Weak like I never seen him.

Sol: Gather some things now. We're spending the night at the Bullock house. Moving us from the center of town.

Trixie: Hate runnin' from him, Sol.

Sol: For our boy.

(Trixie picks up baby; sighs

(NEXT: inside jail; Samuel lays in cell bed)

Seth: (to Doc) What are the odds him comin' to?

Doc: He's severely injured from the beating. Spleen's ruptured. Blood in his belly.

Seth: Odds on it ending?

Doc: All bleeding stops eventually.

(Seth leaves cell; sighs; door opens; Seth leaves jail; door shuts; there's a man standing guard at door)

(NEXT: at Seth's house; Trixie, holding baby, comes out of front door of Seth's house where Sol sits with shotgun outside)

Trixie: (to Sol) We ought marry on the morrow, Sol. Al ain't to be relied on to linger. (dog barking) And we ain't exchangin' secret fuckin' vows, tucked away in hiding.

Sol: Free all day.

(Trixie smiles and goes back inside; door opens; door shuts; Sol rocks in chair)

(NEXT: daytime on main street; town chatter; rooster crowing; Hearst stands on balcony looking over at Gem Saloon)

(INSIDE AL'S ROOM: Al is in bed; grunts; long sigh; groans; tries to get up)

Al: Oh. well done. Proud performance. Fuckin' pissed myself. (Throws covers off; groans as sits up; takes swig from whiskey bottle; painful groan as stands up; sighs)

(DOWNSTAIRS: chairs being arranged; indistinct chatter; Trixie holds baby and addresses a line of whores)

Trixie: Twenty minutes going forward to the ceremony, nor neither the same interval afterwards. No fornication on the premises.

(Trixie stops in front of Caroline and hands her the cooing baby)

Whore: Why does she get to hold him?

Trixie: Because I'm the bride and it's my special fuckin' day.

(indistinct chatter; hand clap) Lend fucking hands, girls! (to Caroline) Make the place presentable.

(Johnny and Dan are at bar; Johnny looking at Caroline lovingly holding baby)

Johnny: May make that girl my wife. (Dan scoffs)

Dan: She ain't gonna marry no man age enough to be her daddy.

Johnny: Soft hands smoothed my brow. Wrist smelling like jasmine. She sewed the hole in my shoulder closed with needle and threat, mm-hmm.

Dan: Lift your wallet while she's doing it?

Johnny: That's a dark view of the world, Dan.

(INSIDE AL'S ROOMS: Doc and Al talk)

Al: (holding tea cup) I ask to be enlightened as to the passage of spirit in prospect for me, Doc.

Doc: Well... (sighs) I take us to be collections of cells, each aggregate a smaller, separate life inside us, and... and time slows. And finally stops.

Al: The fate my cell collections live into as we speak. (drinks tea)

Doc: That ain't so to a mortal certainty, Al.

Al: I'd not prolong the chewing up, Doc, nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It's the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self-importance.

Doc: Is it your hope to attend the wedding?

Al: It's my resolve.

Doc: All right then. (pouring liquid into spoon) Pucker up. (pours liquid from spoon into Al's mouth)

(DOWNSTAIRS: baby fussing in Caroline's arms; indistinct chatter; Trixie walks over to them)

Trixie: I'll take him. (they exchange the baby) Believe you were born to be a whore?

Caroline: Probably doing what I'm fit for.

Trixie: How hard you suppose the bastard turned you out had to work to make you think that?

(Sol walks up)

Sol: Trixie.

Trixie: (to Caroline) Got an appointment upstairs. (Sol, Trixie and the baby leave)

(IN AL'S ROOM: Al hold baby; baby sneezes)

Al: Oh, well, I hope you're proud, expelling your sneeze in my mug. (Trixie laughs)

Trixie: That's the Lord's blessing come upon you, Al. That's him leanin' down to kiss your cheek.

(Al chuckles; sighs; hands baby back to Trixie who goes and sits down by Sol)

Al: Well, I ain't got no time left for fancy dancin'. Your thoughts on me leaving you the joint?

(Trixie and Sol look at Al; shocked; long silence)

Al: No, not being either to say you have to run women. I strongly endorse that. Make it a dance hall for all of me.

Trixie: (scoffs) What about the circus elephants, Al, producing some novel effect?

Sol: Dance hall, Trixie, ain't a bad idea.

Al: Good man you got there! Heart, soul, and brains enough to know that he struck lucky in his female companion. Good example for the kid to emulate. And no fee for the sermon.

Trixie: (speaking softly to Al) Excuse me now. (stands with baby and moves towards door)

Al: (to Sol) Hey. (door opens; Sol sits close, facing Al) Maybe you oughta think about running for office? (door shuts) Outnumbered, as we are, by shit-birds.

Sol: (nods) Food for thought, Mr. Swearengen.

Al: That idea is my wedding gift to you.

Sol: Thank you. (they shake hands; Sol opens then closes door behind him; Al sighs; looks out window over to Hearst's empty balcony; street noise; chatter; sighs; sits back in chair; groans; looks back at balcony; sighs)

(NEXT: inside stable; Joanie brushes horse; hammering; nickering; horse snorts; Jane enters; Jane is clean, hair done, wearing a skirt, hat in hand)

Jane: (to Joanie) Heard you was down here. (nickering; Jane places hat on nail)

Joanie: This one was Charlie's. (snorts)

Jane: (touching horse's back) Yours now. Sure he'd want that. (nickering; they look at each other) (sighs) Past when I took what Cy gave me, I'd pray I wouldn't wake up.

Jane: You gutless cunt. Don't you speak that way to me again.

Joanie: Nor neither am I saying I fell that way now, is my point.

Jane: You... gimme a goddamn kiss and say, "I promise I won't fold, no matter how sad I get." Or just don't say a word at all then. Just go ahead and give me a kiss and don't say a word...

(Jane gasps as Joanie kisses her)

Jane: (smiling) Oh. (chuckles) All right. Well... you bring to recollection you're a hell of a good kisser.

Joanie: And you're still chewing that licorice?

Jane: That's my 12th least-worst sin.

(NEXT: back in Al's room)

Al: (to Dan, Doc, and Johnny) Time comes, I have $14,057 in the mattress, which you will divide equally. (Dan and Johnny helping Al get dressed) You fight amongst yourselves, you'll wish there was no hell because I will surely come back and cut your fuckin' throats.

Dan: Well, I don't want your money.

Johnny: Yeah.

Al: (looking at self in mirror) There! Gentlemen... can we not appear as quadruplets?

(Doc opens door; indistinct chatter from downstairs; Al sniffs and sighs then leaves room with others following)

(DOWNSTAIRS: piano playing; Al walks Trixie in her wedding dress down the stairs; Al sighs; heavy breathing)

Trixie: Bless you for being upright, for letting me have my hand on your arm, and for being the showing-up sort that you are.

(They reach bottom of stairs; Al grunts; crowd murmuring; they walk towards the front of the saloon)

Al: What's else is gravy.

(Everyone is standing; Sol, Reverend Stapleton, Seth wait on stage; Al and Trixie reach stage)

Al: (motioning with his hand) Safe passage to us all. (Piano stops playing; Al and Trixie facing each other) Oh, you're a picture, miss. (they kiss each others' cheeks)

Trixie: Means something.

Al: Mm-humm. (Al leaves stage motioning everyone to sit; Trixie and Sol face each other smiling)

Trixie: Three times I go around?

Sol: Always coming back.

Trixie: I ain't give to flight.

(Trixie walks once clockwise around Sol)

Sol: Righteousness.

(Trixie walks a second time around Sol)

Sol: Loving kindness.

(Trixie stops in front of Sol, smiling; Sol motions with his head to do it again; Trixie walks a third time around Sol)

Sol: Justice.

Stapleton: For all in my ignorance, I, uh, do not hew to the letter of, un, its practice, but I'd hope the brief ceremony will be respectful to... Jewishness!

Man Sitting On Stage: (drunk; raises glass) Level best, Reverend! A for effort.

Stapleton: (to man) Eh, bless you, my son, and thank you for understanding.

(Al motions to his man who takes man off stage)

Al's Man: (to drunk) Sermon's over.

Man: That's all!

(chuckling)

Stapleton: I'll now ask the young Miss Sofia to come forward with the nuptial rings.

(Sofia brings rings; as Trixie and Sol put them on Stapleton speaks)

Stapleton: By the powers of each of their religions and practices, I now pronounce Sol and Trixie man and wife.

Stapleton: (to Trixie) Should your husband kiss you?

Trixie: Lest he be sleepin' outdoors.

(laughter; Seth smiles; Sol and Trixie kiss)

(camera flashes; glass breaks as Sol stomps on it; music playing; clapping; dancing; laughter; cheering; inaudible chatter; laughing; Jane and Joanie participate as a couple in a line dance)

Joanie: Been thinking, Jane. Maybe I'd like to see the world. For instance, what's France like?

Jane: (swinging Joanie around) Don't know. Never wanted to see it till this minute.

(OUTSIDE IN STREET: men on horseback ride by; street chatter; horses neigh; clapping and piano continues inside; Hearst's men standing in front of the Grand Central Hotel)

(INSIDE THE GEM: happy party continues with swing dancing and rhythmic clapping; Seth and Alma are swung together as dance partners)

Seth: Happy occasion.

(Seth swings Alma around; crowd noise muffles; they stop dancing and look at each other lovingly)

Margaret: (to Seth) Papa! (crowd noise returns; Seth picks up Margaret; growls; laughing; and takes her to dance in his arms; Alma stares after him with sadness and longing; Joyous chatter; Alma leaves room going alone into side walkway bracing self with her hand on the wall; Sofia comes to her side)

Sofia: Are you all right?

(Alma takes a deep breath with her eyes closed; looks at Sofia; smiles; takes Sofia's hands)

Alma: Let's... figure out what to do with that land. (sniffles; they walk together away from festivities)

(BACK OUTSIDE THE GRAND CENTRAL HOTEL: town chatter; Hearst puts on hat, walks across sidewalk and across street towards The Gem with two men following him; horse nickering; music playing; party chatter; Hearst approaches The Gem front door which he opens and enters; from the bar Al sees Hearst as does Sol and Trixie; clapping dies down; Trixie holding baby and Sol stand; Hearst eyes them)

Al: (looking towards Trixie) Ah, Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and all risen saints. For once in your life, resist the urge for utterance.

(Trixie, baby and Sol walk towards Hearst; music stops; crowd murmuring)

Trixie: (to Hearst) As witness before my newborn child my hope in beginning again, I pray we forbear from fucking up each other's lives further, and live in peace and quiet.

Hearst: It seems to me, Mrs. Star, in coming forward to conciliate me, you consign yourself to a misery not unlike a sort of... execution. These two gentlemen are sheriff and deputy from a neighboring town, brought in to represent my interests. Sheriff Laraby from Lead.

Laraby: We have a warrant for the arrest of Trixie Star (baby crying) for the attempted murder of Mr. George Hearst.

Sol: (stepping forward between Trixie and Hearst) You get the hell outta here.

Hearst: Forbear, son, lest you be undone.

Sol: I'm not your son, no more than you're the boss of the fuckin' future. (Seth moves closer)

Hearst: Why, I believe I am its whole inheritor.

Seth: These men have no jurisdiction here. (pushing Sol back, Seth stands directly in front of Hearst) I'm guessing these two you brought don't know the extent of your crimes here. (addressing deputy and sheriff) Prime suspect in the murder of Charlie Utter. (reaches into his belt for handcuffs)

Hearst: Are you going to incarcerate me again, Marshal Bullock? This time, for how many minutes?

Seth: Let's find out together. (handcuffs click)

Hearst: Little tight on my wrist.

Seth: Shut up. (to deputy and sheriff) Come through my town, you stop at the marshal's office first. Way a fellow lawman would do, showing any fuckin' respect. (to those gathered) Sorry for the interruption. Carry on with the celebration. (pats Sol on shoulder; crowd murmuring; Seth turns Hearst towards door)

Merrick: (pointing camera) Smile Senator Hearst! (camera flash)

Crowd: Get him outta here. Good riddance!

(Jane puts on her hat and follows; indistinct chatter; crowd gathers in street as Seth leads Hearst to jail)

Jane: (yelling) 'Fore you lock him up, no harm you letting us have a word with Mr. Hearst. Speaking for Charlie Utter, as is gone from amongst us.

Man: What's going on here? What's in train?

Jane: This United States of American Senator... had Charlie Utter murdered!

Men: Yeah! He's a murderer!

Jane: Without remorse!

(angry murmuring)

Jane: Nor recourse!

(Seth continues to walk Hearst towards jail)

Man: Can't hide behind that!

Jane: Nor fucking recollection!

(mob yelling; bottle shatters)

Man: I'll tear your head clean off, boy, if that'll help recollection.

Seth: Who heaves something next gets dealt with.

Crowd: You entitled motherfucker! (more objects thrown)

Seth: Son of a bitch.

Hearst: Steer your people, Marshal.

Seth: (to Hearst) Shut the fuck up!

Drunk: Cocksuckers! Nobody answering no one! Do what-all they want!

Jane: You got that right!

(punch lands on Hearst who falls to the ground; grunts; fight breaks out; crowd cheering; punching; grunting; Seth moves to save Hearst then stops and just watches mob; Al looks on; groaning; grunting; mob yelling; Seth does not interview; punching; yelling; Hearst trying to protect himself; drunken laughter; more punches; Seth still stands and watches)

(On the sidewalk outside The Gem are Martha with their children)

Martha: (to children) Go on now! Go! Go.

(Seth sees Martha leaving; Seth shoots gun into air; horse whinnies)

Man: Easy!

Crowd: What the hell? (crowd muttering)

Man: Come on, let us finish it.

(Seth still looking where Martha was)

Seth: Leave him be.

Hearst: (rolls on ground) My God...

Seth: Lest I arrest every one of you.

(crowd objecting; groaning)

Al: (to Dan and Johnny) I've seen enough. (goes into The Gem; Hearst groaning on ground)

Hearst: Ah! (panting as Seth pulls him to his feet)

Seth: (to Jane) Get the fucking Doc.

Jane: (walking with them) Oh yeah, let's do allay the cocksucker in his misery.

Seth: Now, Jane!

Drunk: Hope you die in the street. Like my dad did!

(mob yelling; panting; Harry watches intently from behind a post)

Seth: Go on home, now!

Man: You son of a bitch!

(shouting continues; Seth and Hearst enter jail; Seth closes door)

Hearst: Have you finished your impotent display?

Seth: (taking Hearst by the ear) No, I don't believe I have. (groaning; keys rattle; puts Hearst in cell; locks cell door)

(INSIDE THE GEM: music playing; dancing, clapping, party chatter; before going up the stairs, Al stops and looks at Dan and Johnny standing by him; sighs; walks upstairs; labored breathing; coughing; heavy breathing; Dan watches him as he ascends)

(OUTSIDE IN STREET: crowd chattering; Jane walks from the jail side of street to the alley next to The Gem; heavy breathing heard; Jane walks by Harry who is limping towards jail; Jane stops and turns to watch Harry approaching jail, his back to her)

(Jane cocks her gun while still in holster; with hand on gun she follow Harry who's breathing heavily as he approaches jail; Harry pulls his gun and bursts through jail door)

Harry: You're my witness, Senator. Marshal's trying to kill you.

(before Harry can fire Jane draws her gun; gunshot; screaming; Harry falls to the ground; Jane cocks her gun again and points it at Harry's motionless body; crowd chatter; Joanie is watching Jane; Jane sighs)

Jane: (to Seth) Coward was coming behind you, Bullock. (heavy breathing) 'Bout to shoot you back the head.

Joanie: Jane! (Jane goes outside to Joanie)

Seth: (sighs; kneels down by Harry) You son of a bitch, Harry.

Jane: (to Joanie) That was Bill come into me. Him come to protect us.

Joanie: No, Jane. That was you.

(NEXT: at Doc's place; Doc opens door letting Seth in; Samuel lays on bed, hurt but awake; Seth sits beside him)

Samuel: (speaking with difficulty) The Good Book, Marshal... (heavy breathing) says... the Lord chooses amongst His witnesses... them'd be thought least likely.

Seth: Is that so?

Samuel: (heavy breathing) You might should oughta know... before what happened... Mr. Utter... seemed to me... a different man.

(Seth looks curiously at Samuel)

Samuel: Like a weight had come off his shoulders. What else they say about the Lord's witnesses?

Seth: What else?

Samuel: (sighs) Their defects... notwithstanding, they testify to His wond'rous glory. (sighs) Singing, he was, at the end, Marshal, 'bout walking the valley. Joyful to hear and behold.

(Seth nods sadly; Samuel raises had slightly; Seth reaches over and takes Samuels hand in his)

Samuel: Singing.

(shallow breathing)

Seth: (sniffles; mouths something inaudible)

(NEXT: inside the now empty Gem; Johnny is putting chairs upside down on tables)

(UPSTAIRS IN AL'S ROOM: Al's in bed; Trixie and Sol look on)

Al: (to Trixie) If you have it in you to abide, I'd not have you leave me.

Trixie: I won't, Al. Comes to it, Jewel and me will see to you. I'll have a little one brought in.

(footsteps; Al sighs; Jewel enters)

Al: (to Jewel) I heard you singing the other day. I thought you'd stabbed a frog. (Jewel sadly smiles)

Jewel: If you want, Al, I can rub your feet. Shaky hands, but it works well.

Al: Go ahead then. (sighs; Jewel sits at end of bed and starts touching his ankles and feet)

Al: Oh...

(Audio file below of "Waltzing Matilda" is the singing and instrumental background that plays until the end of movie)

Jewel: (singing)

•   Waltzing Matilda
•   Waltzing Matilda
•   You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me...

(Both Jewel and Al singing)

•   Down came a lumbuck
•   to brink at the water hole
•   Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him in glee
•   And he said as he put him away
•   In the tucker bag
•   You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

(Trixie walks into other room; singing fades; Downstairs Dan and Johnny look upstairs listening)

•   Waltzing Matilda
•   waltzing Matilda

(Dan and Johnny smile at each other and continue listening)

•   You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me...

(signing turns into instrumental of Waltzing Matilda playing)

(UPSTAIRS: Trixie walks out on Al's balcony and looks down at people below)

(Jane and Joanie walk by in center of street; snow has begun to fall)

(Caroline and Sofia giggling, chattering, run into street and catch snow in mouths)

(Alma watches from her window)

(A shot of Charlie Utter's grave with a tombstone saying "Charlie Utter, (dates), Be At Rest")

(Trixie on balcony pulls shawl closer around her; Sol holding baby, watches her from their window across the street; they smile at each other)

(Martha sitting at home watching down street. Inhales with relief and rises as she sees Seth walking up to their house; Martha opens door; meets Seth on porch; Seth removes his hat)

Seth: I'm home.

(Seth and Martha kiss and hug, long and lovingly)

(In Al's room; Trixie is now inside and looking at Al whose still laying in bed; Al exhales and closes eyes; Trixie sits on bed taking Al's hand; labored breathing; soft and fading groans)

Trixie: Our Father... which art in Heaven...

Al: (labored breathing) Let Him... fucking... stay there.

(FINAL SHOT: camera pans down to Trixie and Al hands held together)

The End