Episode #1 - "Deadwood"
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Montana Territory
May, 1876
(Night. A gallows stands in front of the jail in the
empty dirt street of a town.)
(Next, the interior of the jail. Sheriff Seth sits at
his desk. The camera shifts focus from his face to someone standing behind the
bars of a cell at the rear of the room..)
Clell: Is
that some sort of a letter, marshal?
Seth: Journal.
Clell: Good. You
know, I was goin' to Deadwood, same as you.
Seth: Is that
so?
Clell: I had my
plans about set. I only wish to
Christ I could get these past three days back.
Seth: I can
imagine.
Clell: (Appearing to consider something) No law
at all in Deadwood? Is that
true?
(Seth nods, and takes his cup over to the wood stove to pour himself some coffee. He's wearing a sling to support his right arm.)
Seth: Bein' on Indian land.
Clell: So then
you won't be a marshal?
Seth: Takin'
goods there to open a hardware business. Me and my
partner.
Clell: If I'd a got
there, I'd a been prospectin'. Jesus Christ Almighty. No law at all. Gold you can scoop from the streams with your bare
hands. And I gotta go and fuck myself up by supposedly stealing Byron Samson's
horse.
Seth: It's poor
damn timin' at the least.
(Seth walks over towards the cell
with a cup of coffee, and places it on a table next to the cell where Clell can
reach it.)
Clell: Thank you
very much.
Seth: You're
welcome.
Clell: I'm sorry as
hell about your shoulder.
Seth: Flesh
wound. Don't look like it wants to infect.
(Seth walks back to his desk and
sits in the chair.)
Clell: Well.
Never mind flesh wound, sir. When you are goin' to meet your maker, you don't
feature tellin' him you shot a marshal in the shoulder for only doin' his
legally ordained job.
Seth: He may
have heard worse stories.
Clell: God? Well
if he ain't, I'll tell him six, or seven, just on people of my own personal
acquaintance.
Clell: I'd like to suggest an idea to you, sir, that I pray
as a Christian man you will entertain on its own fuckin'
merits.
(Seth stands and walks back over to the cell
bars.)
Seth: Does it involve lettin' you go?
Clell: I know
two scores, Mr. Bullock, that we could make in transit without movin' 20 feet
off our path. People with cash on hand. And if once we hit Deadwood and you
didn't want to have anything to do with me, we'd never speak again. We would
meet as strangers the rest of our fuckin' lives. Now, you tell me what you think
of that, sir.
(The front door of the jail opens, Sol enters. Seth
turns toward Sol, then back to Clell, and his face is serious once
more.)
Seth:(To Clell) It don't appeal to me.
(Seth walks over to meet Sol at the desk. Clell is
upset about being interrupted.)
Clell: (To Sol) Get the fuck out of
here for a moment would you, sir?
Sol: (To Seth) Byron Samson's
comin' for him.
Clell: (To
Sol) Sir, would you please get the fuck out of here 'til we have
finished our previous conversation?
Seth: (To Sol) How many in his
play?
Sol: (To Seth) A dozen, shit
faced. Samson just caved in Tommy Raymond's head over at the no-name frog. He
went against it.
Clell: What are you two conversing at?
(gunshot from outside)
Clell: Jesus
Christ!
(male): (From outside) Come out and
talk to us, Bullock!
(Seth walks over to the barred front window and looks
out. A group of men armed with guns are standing in the
street..)
Clell: Now who
is that? That sounds like ah, Byron Samson.
Seth: Yeah.
Clell: What
would he want?
(Seth removes his arm sling and turns to look back at
Clell. Clell smiles
sadly.)
Clell:
Now
tell me what kind of fuckin' luck I got.
Byron: (Yelling in to Seth) All you're
doin' stallin', Bullock, is pissin' me off! Cause I guarantee you ain't makin'
it through in there till sun up! So why don't you climb out from behind your
badge, and your big brick building, and you bring Clell Watson out here so we
can give him what he fuckin'
deserves.
(Sol drives his wagon, loaded down with supplies,
from behind the jail, and stops the wagon next to it. He's armed, and aims his gun at the men
in the street.)
Byron:
Well what do we got
here?
Sol: Whoa!
Byron: It's a
Jew on a wagon.
Sol: (Yelling so Seth can hear
him) Yeah, right out here in the alley!
(Seth, followed by Clell, comes out the front door of
the jail and stands on its porch. Clell's hands are tied behind his back and he
wears a noose loosely around his neck. Seth is holding the rest of the
rope.)
Seth: I'm
executin' sentence now and he's hangin' under color of
law.
Byron: You and your partner plan on makin' Deadwood,
marshal, do not try for this scaffold.
Seth: That's a
deal you loud mouthed cocksucker!
Byron: You hear
this?
Clell: Oh wait, this ain't right. My
sister was comin' in the mornin'.
Seth: What would you have her told?
Clell: (Looking down) That's not
enough of a drop.
Seth: I'll help you with the drop. Now get
up and say what you'd have your sister told.
Byron: Do not
tether that rope off of that
porch!
(Clell steps up on the stool and Seth ties off the
end of the rope, securing it.)
(gunshot from Byron's gun)
Seth: Anymore
gunplay gets answered. You called the law in, Samson. You don't get to call
it off just 'cause you're liquored up and popular on
payday.
Byron: And you
don't get to tell us what to do and what not to do. 'Cause you're leavin'
Montana anyways! Now do not jump off that stool, you
cocksucker!
Clell: To Byron) Or what? You'll kill me? (To Seth) You tell
my sister, if my boy turns up, raise him good.
Seth: What else?
Clell: Tell her, give him my
boots.
Seth: What else?
Clell: Tell him,
his... daddy loved him. Tell him, he asks God's
forgiveness.
Seth: Anything else?
Clell: You
help me with my fuckin' fall!
Seth: (Gesturing with his hand) Come
ahead.
Clell: (To
Byron) Fuck
you!
(Clell steps off the stool)
Clell: (groaning)
(Seth grabs Clell around his legs and yanks down
firmly. Clell dies quickly. Seth looks at Sol and sniffs, puts his gun down, and
pulls out a piece of paper pencil. Byron starts to walk towards Clail's
body.)
Sol: (To Byron) Stay back!
(gunshot from Sol's gun)
Sol: Move the fuck back, while my partner...
while my partner's takin' his sweet ass time writing whatever the fuck he's
writing over there!
Seth: Who'll
give his last words to the sister?
Byron: None of
you better fuckin' move!
Man: Shit! I'll do it!
(Man walks forward to Seth, and Seth gives him the
piece of paper with Clell's last words, along with Seth's
badge.)
Seth: Thank you. (To Sol) Let's
go.
Sol: (To horses pulling the wagon)
Hee!
(Seth, holding his gun, climbs up and holds onto the
back of the wagon as it pulls away. Fade to black.)
(Day. A wagon train has stopped. Calamity Jane walks
towards us past some wagons, back to the wagon in which we see Wild Bill Hickok
lying on his back on some furs.)
The Black Hills
July, 1876
Jane: Same damn wagon that broke down
yesterday, Bill!
Bill: That's the holdup,
huh?
Jane: Same wagon and no damn room to
maneuver.
Bill:
Sounds
like it's tighter out there than a bull's ass in fly
season.
Jane: How's your
headache?
Bill:
Not bad.
Jane: You
want me to canvas for whiskey?
Bill: That's alright
Jane.
Jane: Believe me, we're stuck here a
fuckin' while.
Bill: I
know your canvassing techniques. I don't want any casualties on my
conscience.
(Jane gets down off the back of the
wagon.)
Jane: (Yelling to no one in particular)
It's only Wild Bill Hickok you got stalled here in the muck! You ignorant
fuckin' cunts.
(Jane starts walking towards the stuck wagon, as
Charlie Utter, who is driving Bill's wagon, looks on.)
Jane: What a goddamned circus! Shit.
(male): Let's
go!
(Jane stops and looks down the hillside at the trail
in front of them, and her eyes follow the trail until it winds into a camp at
the bottom of the hill.
Deadwood.)
(Deadwood. Daytime. Seth drives his and Sol's wagon
down the street through the center of the crowded camp.)
Sol:(Trying to get Seth's attention) Seth! Seth!
Hey, Seth! (Seth pulls the wagon
over)
Sol: This lot rents at 20 a day,
Seth.
Seth: $20
a day.
(Dan Dority is standing next to Sol.)
Dan: (To Seth) Tent only, no
construction.
Sol: (To Seth) Corner location. (Sol looks up at Seth, and they nod to each
other. Sol takes out money to give
to Dan.)
Dan: In advance, every morning, to Mr.
Swearengen at the Gem.
Seth: Where's
the Gem?
Dan: You'll find it. Everybody
does.(Seth looks around and sees the
balcony of the Gem, with its canvas sign. A few whores stand on the
balcony.)
(Gem saloon. Al is holding some gold in his hand, and
talking to Ellsworth at the bar.)
Al: 8 ounces of gold at $20 an ounce is a 160,
plus $10 for a half-ounce is a 170 total.
Ellsworth: (Cheerfully) Inform
your dealers and whores of my credit, and pour me a goddamned
drink.
Al: Honor and a pleasure my good
man. 170 credit, Dan, for Ellsworth.
Dan: Yes, sir, 170 for Ellsworth. I'll
let everybody know. (Dan puts some
money on the bar.)
Dan: (To Al) Lot four, some hardware
guys.
Ellsworth: (Drinking a shot) First one
today with this hand. (To Al) And pour me another, my good
man.
Al: Here comes another. (To Dan) Lot
four a stayer?
Dan: (To Al) Wagon loaded with
goods.
Ellsworth: (To
Al) Now, with that Limey damn accent of yours, are these rumors true that
you're descended from the British nobility?
Al: I'm descended from all them
cocksuckers.
(Dan looks over and smiles.)
Ellsworth: (Raises his glass to Al) Well
here's to you, your majesty. I'll tell you what.
I may a fucked my life up flatter than hammered shit, but I stand here
before you today beholden to no human cocksucker. And workin' a payin' fuckin'
gold claim. And not the U.S. government sayin' I'm tresspassin' or the savage
fuckin' red man himself or any of these limber dick cocksuckers passin'
themselves off as prospectors had better try and stop me.
Al:
They better not try it in here.
Ellsworth: Goddamn
it, Swearengen, I don't trust you as far as I can throw ya, but I enjoy the way
you lie.
Al: Thank you, my good
man.
Ellsworth: You're
welcome! You conniving, heavy thumbed
motherfucker.
(gunshot from upstairrs)
Ellsworth: Watch out!
Al: (To Dan) That's her
Derringer. I warned you about that loopy cunt!
Al: (To Ellsworth, still sitting at
the bar) Keep your own
tally!
(Al grabs a gun and the cash box, and he and Dan rush
up the stairs.)
Ellsworth: (Pouring himself a drink) Oh, have
no fear on that score.
(Upstairs in the Gem, in one of the bedrooms. Trixie
is seated and crying, Al and Dan are there, and so is Trixie's john, who is
sitting on the floor shot through the head from side to side. The john's still alive.)
Trixie: I said
not to beat on me! I told him.
john: Ticonderoga, New York, Barnett
Robinson...
Dan: (To Trixie) You got any other
guns?
Trixie: No, I
don't got anymore.
john: Ticonderoga, New York, Barnett Robinson.
Ticonderoga, New York. Do you find it? Barnett Robinson.
(Al is looking through the pockets of the john's
coat. He finds the paper the john
is going on about.)
Al: (Reading off the paper, to the
john) Barnett Robinson.
john: That's who to notify if this
thing goes wrong.
Al: Yeah, I've got it right
here.
(Johnny comes into the room, followed by the Doc. Doc
walks over to the john and crouches down next to him.)
Doc: How you doin',
Trixie?
Trixie: I told
him don't beat on me, Doc!
Al: (To Trixie) No one asked for your
version!
Trixie: (Very
upset) I robbed him and then he started in beatin' on me. And I didn't rob
you.
john: (Mumbling to the Doc) I don't
remember.
Trixie: I didn't,
goddamnit!
john: (Pointing at his wounds) Ah, she
shot me right in the head.
Doc: (To the john) D-D-D-D-Don't. Don't
put your fingers in it.
john: Ah, ah,
yeah, is it bad, Doc?
Doc: Shhh, shhh, shhh. (The john stops breathing.)
Al: (To Dan) Get the
Chinaman!
Doc: Sure would like to know how he
lasted for 20 minutes shot straight through the brain.
Al: So prospect in him, 'til Dan brings
the Chinaman.
Doc: Do you mind if I take him to my
place?
Al: Sure. Johnny, help the Doc with this
guy. (To Dan) Bring the Chinaman to the Doc's.
Johnny: I'll
bring that sled right in, Doc.
Al: Doc, you drink free today. And I
hope any word of this would keep the gun out of the whore's
hand.
Doc: That wouldn't come from
me.
Al: Bastard did himself in.
(Al grabs Trixie roughly and pulls her to her
feet.)
Al: (To Trixie) Come
here.
Trixie: (To Al) I said to stop.
Al: (To Trixie) Tell me in my
office. (To Johnny, who has returned with the sled) Get the gimp to clean
this place up.
(Doc sticks a thin probe completely through the
john's head, temple to temple. Johnny sees the probing.)
Johnny:
(Disgusted) Aww, Doc!
Doc: You know there's something peculiar about
this man's cerebral setup where they can just write off the forebrain as being
the center of thought and speech.
Johnny: Let's
just get him on the sled.
Doc: Of course it ah... won't matter to Mr.
Wu’s pigs.
(On the trail, at the stalled wagon, Wild Bill climbs
down from the back of the wagon.)
Bill: Whiskey....... Got an urge to see that
camp, Charlie.
Charlie:
Alright.
(Jane's cracking her whip, with a small crowd
gathered watching her.)
Charlie:
Can we leave you with the stock, Jane?
Bill and me gonna ride on ahead into camp.
Jane: (Puts
her whip away and walks over to Bill and Charlie) I expect I'll be there
before sundown.
Charlie: Well, we'll
know where to find ya.
Jane: (To
Charlie) What in the hell do you mean by that? That I enjoy a fuckin' drink?
I wasn't aware that's outlawed?
Bill: Thanks
for lookin' at the stock, Jane.
Jane: (Smiling at Bill) 'Scuse
my ill humor. Certain people wear on my fuckin' nerves.
(Bill and Charlie walk over to their horses and mount
up. Jane takes a seat at the front of the wagon.)
Bill: She likes
me better than she likes you.
Charlie: I
wish to hell I knew what I ever did to get on that woman's wrong
side.
(Bill and Charlie ride off down the trail. A covered
wagon with a family pulls up next to Jane, going in the opposite direction. It's
the Metz family with three young daughters)
Jane: (To
the Metz's) Do you know a back way into the camp?
Pa Metz:
Whoa.
Ma Metz: (To Pa
Metz, speaking foreign language) (To Jane) We don't go to the camp. We go
home... back to Minnesota.
Jane: You
probably got the right idea.
(Jane smiles and clucks her tongue. She notices the youngest daughter,
Sophia, and Sophia smiles back at Jane. The Metz's wagon continues on its
way.)
(Deadwood. Seth and Sol are unloading their wagon.
Someone is upset with them.)
Asshole: Jesus Christ
almighty, move it! I can't get to my spot until you finish. You got me circling
my wagon like a fly around shit.
Sol: We're pretty near done. We gotta
long wait, same as you.
Asshole: This the first
wagon you ever fuckin' unloaded! Hold onto my horse. I'll show you how to do
it!
(Wild Bill Hickok and Charlie Utter stop and listen
to this exchange as they ride down the street.)
Seth: We know
what we're doing. Put your hat back on and stick with your
wagon.
Asshole: And what if I
don't?
Seth: Stand
there mouthin' off and you'll find out.
Sol: Sir, have a commode for your
inconvenience.
Asshole: You think I'm
gonna pay for that?
Sol: No, that's free, from Star and Bullock
Hardware, open in Deadwood soon as we locate.
Asshole: (Not quite
as cranky as before) Hurry up and get finished.
(The asshole leaves. Wild Bill and Charlie continue
on their way.)
Sol:(To Seth) My father's last words there in
Vienna... before he passed away, was "Sol, lose a can and buy the goddamned fool
could slow it down and sell 'em at retail."
Seth: I gotta
put a book together of your old man's deathbed sayin's.
Sol: That was Wild Bill Hickok just
ridin' past us, Seth. I seen him in photographs.
(Al's room in the Gem. Al and Trixie are talking
alone.)
Trixie:
He lost his stake gamblin'. He told me
before he passed out. He said he lost his stake and he hadn't found no gold and
he was goin' back east after one last piece of pussy.
Al: None of that's anything to
me.
Trixie:
He wakes back up, starts in beatin' on me. "Where's his stake? Where's all his
money?"
Al: You call Dan, you call
Johnny.
Trixie:Must've been me took it from
him.
Al: You don't shoot nobody 'cause that's
bad for my business and it's bad for the camp's reputation. (Examining
Trixie's bloody nose) He beat the living shit out of you, didn't
he?
Trixie: (Closes her eyes against what's
coming.) Do what you gotta do to me.
Al: Don't tell me what to do. (Al throws
Trixie against the wall, and she collapses to the floor.) Either way this
comes out, we'll only have to do it once. What's it to be,
Trixie? (Al is pressing his boot against Trixie's
windpipe so she can't breathe.)
Trixie:I'll be good.
Al: Alright now.
(Grand Central Hotel. E.B. Farnum is behind the front
desk, and looks up to see Wild Bill Hickok and Charlie Utter walk in the
door.)
EB: (To Bill) We heard rumors you might
be comin', but you can't believe every rumor. We heard you might be comin' from
Cheyenne.
Bill: Here I
am.
EB: If every rumor was true, we'd all been
scalped now by the Sioux. Or the government would've tossed us out as treaty
violators. (E.B. pauses and smiles awkwardly, then turns to Charlie.)
E.B. Farnum. How do you do?
Charlie:Charlie Utter. You got
some mighty clammy hands there, partner.
EB: Damp palms run in my family. (To
Bill) Here to prospect, Mr. Hickok, or on other
business?
Bill: I'm here
to get a room.
Charlie:Ah, could we get two? We're ah, worn out lookin' at
each other.
EB: Separate rooms. I'll arrange that by
tomorrow, but today I can't fix it. (To Bill) Unless you kill a guest.
(chuckling, Bill is not
impressed.)
(Al's office. Al, E.B., and Johnny are
there.)
Al: Wild Bill Hickok. Nothing can ever
be simple.
EB: He didn't speak of havin' law man
ambitions, Al.
Al: Starting right the fuck with Custer
gettin' himself massacred, it's been one thing after another. Leaves the
godless, savage cocksucker Sioux on the warpath. (Dan enters the room.)
If that long haired loud mouth had held his end up, we could be operatin'
here in peace.
Dan: The New York dude's downstairs,
Al.
Al: Did he order
whiskey?
Dan: Yeah.
Al: Did he down it, or is he sippin' at
it?
Dan: He's sippin'.
Al: Why'd I even ask, huh? (laughing) (To
E.B.) Go get Tim Driscoll. Make sure the dude sees you
leave.
EB: What should I tell Tim?
Al: Tell him to get over here. Tell him he's
drunk, sorry for himself. Give me five minutes, then you come back, do your
part.
EB: Alright, Al. (He starts to leave, then
turns around.) As far as Hickok, Al. If I'd a pushed him any harder on his
plans, I was afraid he'd shoot me.
Al: Go get Driscoll.
EB: Yes, sir.
(Night. The hardware tent. Across the street, some guy is yelling
loudly, trying to sell his own wares. Seth observes from their tent, then walks
inside.)
Guy: (To people walking by in the street)
Hand made! It's all hand made, guaranteed!
Sol: (To Seth. Sol and Seth are preparing
to open for business.) It ain't like somethin's bein' foisted on 'em,
they'll be sorry they bought come sun up.
Seth: I know
that.
Sol: These are quality items. They
meet these folks' needs. They're bein' offered at fair markup, and we're
announcing their availability.
Seth: Got through Indian country,
figures into the markup.
Sol: By us, at personal
peril.
Seth: Let's go.
Sol: Comin' out with your fly down might
strike the wrong
note.
(Seth looks down. His fly is fine.)
Seth:
(To people walking by in the street) Come have a look, boys. Star and
Bullock Hardware and Mercantile just opened for bidness. We got boots to sell
ya.
(People continue to walk by.)
Sol:
Knee boots $10! Hip boots
15!
Seth: We got
picks, pans, and shovels.
Sol: Picks at $12, shovels at 10 and pans at
8!
(A few people stop.)
Seth: We
got plaster cradles, prospector's best friend.
Sol: Perfected at the Montana
strikes!
Seth: We got
chamber pots to sell ya. And if you don't know what one of those is, the man
livin' next to you will appreciate your findin' out.
Guy1: I'll look at your biggest size hip
boot.
Sol: (Leading Guy1 into the tent
to look at the boots) Got 'em right here.
Seth: We stand
by our stock. Any item that don't do what it's supposed to will be exchanged for
one that does. And we'll be here for you to find us.
Soap Guy: Sonofabitch! Man said I might get a prize.
I'd paid 50 cents for this bar of soap. There's a five dollar prize in the
wrapper.
Guy2: Where'd
you buy that soap at?
Soap Guy: (Points) Man standing right
over there.
(Seth walks over to Soap Guy.)
Seth: Front your game away from our tent.
(Soap Guy's smile disappears, but he touches his cap
respectfully and walks away.)
Soap Guy: (As he's walking away) Cash prizes, every
night's case of soap.
Guy3: (To
Sol) Hey, store keep! Hold me some of those large hip boots 'til I get over
there and I'll pay you two dollars extra.
Seth: Set
prices, boys. And first come, first to be served. (To Guy3 as he leads him
over to the tent) We'll get you squared away.
(Night. Gem Saloon, Brom Garrett sips a shot of
whiskey. Al and Dan come down the
stairs.)
Al: (To a man on the stairs who is feeling
up a whore) No free feels in this house. (To Dan, as they approach Brom)
Brom Garrett of Manhattan. Scourge of the Deadwood faro
tables.
Brom: Don't
think I confuse two nights holding good cards with being a faro
shark.
Al: Two here, Dan. (To Brom, regarding his
shot of whiskey) You ah, you see a finish to that?
Brom: Did you
hear Bill Hickok's in town?
Al: Oh, yes I did. Does that give you the
vapors?
Brom: Are
you mad about something, Al?
Al: I'm not mad about nothin'. All's I can
tell you, Brom, things sort out fast in Deadwood. And I vouched for you with Tim
Driscoll two hours in here last night when I gather you must have been home in
bed, sleeping. End result? Tim's just about got his claim sold to E.B.
Farnum.
Brom: What?
Where's Driscoll now?
Al: He ain't here, so I'd assume at his
hotel.
Brom:You
told me he's here by six.
Al: Well,
he ain't yet.
Brom: Al, E.B.
Farnum just saw me here and headed for the door.
Al: I wouldn't know how to interpret
that.
Brom:I
was doing the legwork, Al. I was doing the due dilligence. You tell me
Driscoll's got money troubles, and he's a motivated seller, fair enough. But how
did I know his claim's not played out? I had to do the legwork on
that.
Al: I see, fair enough.
Brom: Oh,
that's what I had to ascertain.
Al: Did you do the
legwork?
Brom: Al.
(Brom downs another shot, and pulls his hand out of his pocket holding a
piece of gold he retrieved from Driscoll's claim.)
Al: For God's sake, close your
fist.
Brom: Cleaned
up during the night with five more just like it. From claim number nine above
Discovery. Panned, at the Driscoll claim.
Al: All's I can say, Brom, while you were out
winnin' the battle, I hope you didn't lose the fuckin'
war.
Dan: Al. (He looks towards the door,
and Al and Brom turn to look, too. A bald man swaggers into the saloon and up to
the bar, ordering a shot.)
Brom: Who's
that?
Al: Tim Driscoll. Shit faced. Let me handle
the play.
Brom: My
God, he is shit
faced.
(Al is facing away from Brom, and he
smiles.)
(Night. Outside in the street, there's a fistfight
going on. Wild Bill and Charlie walk past and into the No. 10 Saloon. Tom
Nuttall is tending bar, and Merrick, who is sitting at one of the tables, stands
up as the two men enter and approach the bar.)
Tom: Boys.
Bill:
Whiskeys.
Tom: Two whiskeys. I'm ah, I'm respectin' your
privacy, not sayin' your name but I-I certainly recognize ya. And I'd like to
buy the first round.
Bill: (Nodding to Charlie, introducing him)
Charlie Utter.
Tom: Tom Nuttall,
Charlie.
Charlie:
Tom.
(At one of the tables, Jack McCall is seated with two
other men. One of them speaks.)
Man: It's Billy Hickok. I seen him kill Phil
Coe in Abilene.
(Merrick approaches the group at the
bar.)
Merrick: Ah, hey,
A.W. Merrick, Mr. Hickok. Of the ah, Deadwood Pioneer.
Bill: We're
drinkin' whiskey.
Merrick: Certainly. Certainly ah, whiskeys here, Mr. Nuttall.
Jack:
(To the men he's seated with) Let me say one thing, before anybody opens
their mouths. I'm gonna say no more on the subject, and I'll be through for the
fuckin' evenin'. I'm not impressed.
Merrick: So ah,
ah, what brings you to our camp, Mr. Hickock, ah... may I tell my
readers?
Bill: Warrant
out on me in Cheyenne.
Charlie: Ah, get
off of that now, Bill.
Merrick: Well, I
suppose for a man like you, warrants are a vocational
hazard.
Bill: You
callin' me a professional vagrant?
Merrick: The ah,
warrant was for vagrancy?
Charlie: (To
Merrick) He's
kiddin'!
(laughing started by Tom)
Tom:Anyway in this camp, warrants don't
count.
Jack: I'm tellin' you, I’m not impressed,
alright? And you may apply that to whoever you feel may be my reference. But
I intend to gut that sonofabitch at poker whenever I get the
chance.
Bill: (To
Tom) You run that game, Can I buy 50 in chips?
Tom: I do, and you can. Just, settle up after
you see how your luck runs.
Charlie:
You feel like playin' now, Bill or you
wanna take in the rest of the camp?
Bill: I feel
like playin' now.
Tom: Draw and five stud. Dealer calls the
game.
Bill: Sounds
fair. See you later, Charlie.
Charlie: Alright,
Bill.
Bill: You boys
mind if I sit in?
Boys: Not at all.
Not at all, sir.
Merrick:(To Charlie) What a grand surprise. I never
thought he'd live long enough for me to meet him.
(One of the bedrooms at the Gem. Jewel is cleaning
up)
Trixie:I
need another gun.
Jewel:
So in case they beat on
you?
Trixie:
Never mind what for. Just take this and
get me another gun.
(Trixie hands Jewel a cameo pin.)
(Gem saloon. Tim Driscoll is acting drunk and
loud.)
Tim: Now Mabel, Mabel, get your ass across that
table. This dollar is not for a drink.
Whore:My
name's Caroline.
Tim: Yeah, well you'll always be Mabel to me.
(Brom and Al approach Tim to speak to
him.)
Al: (To Tim) Claim nine above
Discovery, $14,000, yes or no? $14,000, yes or no?
Tim: (To Brom) Alright, we'll make
it 14,000.
Al: (To Brom) Spit in your hand. Spit
in your hand.
(Tim Driscoll spits in his hand, but Brom hesitates
to spit in his.)
Tim: (To Al, regarding Brom) What's his
fuckin' problem?
Brom: Ah, nothing. (Brom spits in his hand.)
(Brom and Tim shake hands.)
Al:
Done, witnessed.
(E.B. walks up to the three men.)
EB: (To Tim) Am I too
late?
Tim: Mmmm. No, no, no, but your too late
Farnum. I just sold to this, goose lookin' fella for
14,000.
EB:(To
Brom) Will you take 16?
Brom:(To EB) Ah, no, thank you, but
no.
Tim: (To EB) What a fuckin' lyin' cunt
ya are. Ah, 12 and a half thousand. That's every cent I can get hold of, Mr.
Driscoll. Yeah, and more than the claim is worth, you
said.
EB: (To Brom) 16,000, that's 2,000
profit, standing over a drink.
Brom:I
believe events would prove that claim nine above Discovery was worth far more
than 16,000, Mr. Farnum.
Tim: Unhand me, Al. Though, you know of course,
I haven't actually seen his fuckin' money yet.
Al: I'm discountin' his bank note, Dan.
There's $10,000. I'll waive four out of the other sack right
now.
Brom: (To Tim) You see, Al's
holding a full faith letter of credit for $20,000 from the Bank of New
York.
Tim: (To Brom) Well, full faith is
one thing, but until the money has actually passed hands, you know, between us,
the deal isn't done.
Al: (To Tim) The deal is
done.
Tim: (To Al) The deal isn't
done.
Al: (To Brom) The deal isn't
done.
Brom: (To
Tim) We spat in our hands!
Tim: (To Brom) What the fuck would
you know?! Yeah, I fuckin' knock ya into the middle of next fuckin' week. (To
EB) Would you offer me the 16,000?
EB: I suppose, if you're open to further
offers.
Brom: 16,500.
Al: Just what the fuck did you just do,
Brom?
Brom: (To Tim) Will you close at
16,500?
Al: (To Brom) You just reopened the
fuckin' bidding.
EB: 17,000.
Brom:17,500, I'll go no farther.
EB: 18.
Brom: 19.
EB: 19,800, and that's every cent I can put
together.
Brom: 20,000.
EB: Damnit. Damnit.
Tim: 20 once. 20
twice.
EB: (To Tim) I
can't.
Brom: (To
Tim) It's over. He's through. Is it over?
Tim: Alright. 20,000. Sold to the goose looking
man, in the shiny
suit.
(Brom and Tim spit in their hands and shake on
it.)
Brom: I
got it, Al.
Al: Yes, you did.
(No. 10 Saloon.
Bill is playing cards. Charlie sits at the bar, talking to
Tom.)
Charlie: Comes to
look for business opportunity, and sits there, losin' at
poker.
Tom: Is he having a bad run? I can't see that
far.
Charlie: You'd
have to see back to Cheyenne. He lost his patience, stays in hands whether he's
holding cards or not. How's your crowd in here tonight,
anyway?
Tom: Oh, it's alright.
Charlie: Well it's
better than alright, and you know it. You could see that damn much. Bill
Hickok's an asset to any saloon. Any joint he frequents. You agree with me on
that or not?
Tom:
You got a say in that? I mean, as far as
where he drinks and gambles?
Charlie: S'pose I
did.
Tom: Well... 50 a night if he'll frequent here
exclusive.
Charlie: 50. What a
sport you turned out to be.
Tom: Well you quote a figure.
Charlie: Well
let's come to one understandin'. Any figure I would've come up with, part of
that you give to him to ah, gamble or piss away however else he's gonna do it.
And that'd be the only part he'd know about.
Tom: I'd work with ya.
Charlie: The rest
you'd give to me to ah, hold in trust for his future.
Tom: Now that'd be your
affair.
Charlie:
Listen to me, that man's recently
married. He needs to put a stake together. That's all I'd be in this
for.
Tom: I'd work with
ya.
(The Garretts' room at the Grand Central Hotel. Alma puts some drops of laudanum in her
drink. Brom strides into the room.)
Brom: Banish all
headaches. Spit in your hand, Alma.
Alma: What?
Brom: Spit. I'm
gonna show you something.
(Alma spits in her hand.)
Alma: Promise
you'll tell my mother about this.
(Brom spits in his hand and shakes
hers.)
Brom:I
bought it. We own a gold claim. This is how we sealed the
deal.
Alma: And then,
did everyone dry their hands?
Brom: Do you
know who I was bidding against? Farnum, who owns this
hotel.
Alma: Oh, and
where was your secret agent?
Brom: Dan
Dority? He was tending bar. No one realized that Dan had helped me reconnoiter
the claim. Now Swearengen, runs the saloon, he was intermediary. He brokered the
deal. Driscoll, the seller, legless with liquor. You will have a vivid entry for
an article when I've told you all the details.
Alma: Yes, I've
already begun to imagine it.
Brom: It's a
near thing 'til the end. I had to go all our 20,000 to turn Farnum
away.
Alma: Oh
well.
Brom: I'll have
to write the bank to renew my credit. Of course they'll contact
father.
Alma: Well, I
expect that's inevitable.
Brom: Wild Bill
Hickok is here. I'm sure he's going to prospect, too.
(pigs squealing, Wu carries the body of Trixie's john
to the pig pen and throws him in. Johnny and Doc have followed and watch as the
pigs eat the body.)
(Al's office. Al talks to Tim Driscoll, while E.B.
Farnum stands in the background.)
Al: How much do you
want?
Tim:
But we agreed on 30%. 30% of 20 would be
six.
Al: Mm-hmm.
Tim:
So I want the
6,000.
Al: What's 30% of
14,000?
Tim: What the fuck, Al?
Al: Who told you to take him to
20?
Tim: Well, you know I could feel that he had
more in him, I don't know, it was just ah, spontaneous fuckin' feelin'. I knew
that there was more to get.
Al: And you thought six more would be
the jackpot. Take him from 14 to 20.
Tim: Oh Jesus Christ, you know, if you had
further plans, I wish you'd a just said somethin' to me.
Al: Should
I tell you when I plan to take a shit tomorrow? Would that be none of your
fuckin' business?
Tim: So ah, 14,000. 30% of that's what, what is
that, no, ah, 4,200.
Al: (Stares at
Tim)
Tim:
Well what the fuck arrangement do you
suggest now?
Al: What do you suggest?
Tim: O-oh J-Jesus Christ almighty, you get in a mood
like this and I just as soon as not even discuss it. Look, let me just have 500,
you know, and we'll discuss the rest of it some other fuckin'
time.
Al: Cash? Or credit at the
tables?
Tim: Fuckin' time and try, the fuckin' English
in you comes out. Fine. I'll have the 500 at the fuckin' tables, and Jesus
Christ almighty.
Al: Are we holding
markers?
Tim: Oh, you're holding markers, alright.
You've been holding markers against me and my kind for the past several
centuries across both sides of the fuckin' water. How the fuck do I know?! Ask
Dority, he'll know better than me. Credit it against the fuckin' markers, but
just let me hold 20 in fuckin' cash.
Al: Tell Dan to give you
20.
Tim: And a piece of fuckin'
pussy.
Al: Tell Dan, then tell him to come see
me.
Tim: (To EB) And thanks for steppin' in
on the side of rightin' fuckin' justice, you deaf dumb
bastard!
(Tim Driscoll leaves the room. E.B. walks over to
Al.)
EB: I tell ya Al, you could've knocked me over with
a feather when he took him to 20.
Did you see me strugglin' to stay on the path?
(Seth and Sol's hardware tent. They're speaking with
Reverend Smith.)
Rev: My ah, wife and children are in
Louisville, Kentucky. I'm, I'm, I'm saving to bring them out. Days I dig on the
Foster's water ditch and nights I watch folks' goods like I'm going to do for
you.
Sol: Schedule like that, Mr. Smith, seems like you'll have
'em here in no time.
Rev: And then Sabbaths I preach Christ's
crucified and raised from the dead.
Seth: I'm
from Etobicoke, Ontario.
Rev: So you were born in
Canada.
Seth: I come to
Montana when I was 17. That's when I met up with Mr. Star.
Rev: Is that so?
Sol: I was born in Austria.
Rev: Austria? Wonderful where people come
from.
Sol: Well, I was born in Austria and then
I, I grew up in Chillicothe, Ohio.
Rev: And you partnered with Mr. Bullock in
Montana.
Sol: That's where we partnered
up.
Rev: The Lord is our final comfort, but it's a,
it's a solace having friends. I know that from past experience. You sure sold up
a storm here tonight, didn't you?
Sol: We did alright.
Seth: We'll be
a few hours, Mr. Smith. We want to look around the camp.
Rev: I will watch your goods as if they were
my own.
Sol: Thank you, Mr. Smith. Thank
you.
(Seth and Sol walk out of the tent, and notice a man
on a horse, Ned Mason, who stops when he sees them.)
Ned: (To his horse) (whoo) (To Sol and
Seth) I seen a terrible thing tonight.
Seth: What'd
you see?
Ned: I seen white people dead and scalped
and... man, woman, and children with their arms and legs hacked
off.
Seth: Where?
How many dead?
Ned: Well, it was a whole family on the
road to Spearfish. Oh my God, it's them heathens, bloodthirsty
savages.
(The Reverend Smith has heard Ned talking, and has
joined Seth and Sol in the street.)
Rev: How many was it
died?
Ned: It was a whole family... they was
hacked and mutilated. The parents, two children.
Rev: The Metz family took the
Spearfish road, going home to Minnesota.
Ned: Then that was probably them
then.
Rev: They had three
children.
Ned: Were there three? There could
have been three, 'cause they was that hacked and spread
around.
Rev: Rest their
souls.
Sol: Rest their
souls.
Ned: Yeah.
Seth: (To Ned) You probably need a
drink.
-----
(Inside the No. 10 Saloon. Wild Bill and Jack McCall
are playing cards with two other men.)
Jack: You call my
bluff, Hickok? I was tryin' to run one. Whoa! Wait on Mary. I got a third eight
under there.
Dealer: (To
Jack) Three eights wins, your pot.
Jack: Oh, I
absolutely did not realize that.
Dealer: Your
chips.
Jack: Here I am,
thinkin' I'm fuckin' bluffin' the third eight, and I mistakenly outdraw the
greatest gunfighter in the world.
Bill: Meaning the third
eight?
Jack: What?
Bill:
Sayin' you outdrew me? You meant the third eight.
Jack: Well,
what else would I have meant?
Bill: Say it. Then
we'll play cards.
Jack: Third eight's
what I meant.
Bill:
Deal.
Dealer: Ante's up,
same again.
Jack: Jesus
Christ ah, can we shake hands or somethin'? Relieve the atmosphere? I mean, how
stupid do you think I am?
Bill:
I don't know. I just met ya.
(At the other end of the No. 10 Saloon, Merrick is
talking with Tom Nuttall and Charlie Utter.)
Merrick: Paradoxes, the massacre at Little Big Horn
signaled the Indians' death throes, Mr. Utter. History has overtaken the treaty
which gave them this land. Well, the gold we found has overtaken it. I believe
within a year, Congress will rescind the Fort Laramie Treaty, Deadwood and these
hills will be annexed to the Dakota Territory, and we, who have pursued our
destiny outside law or statute, will be restored to the bosom of the nation.
And, that's what I believe.
(Seth, Sol, and Ned enter the
Saloon.)
Bill: (To a man at his table) Does
bosom mean tit?
Man: Same thing.
Ned: Ah, ain't nothin' against y'all
fellas, but I'd as soon do my drinkin' gettin' a piece of
ass.
Seth: First you
want people to know about that family.
Ned: Yeah, well, what harm is it in me meetin'
my needs before I circulate the news?
Seth: What if
the third child's alive?
Ned: You listen, mister, it was a
massacre. I'm the one who saw it. And they ain't no one was
alive.
Seth:Did
you see the massacre or not?
Ned: I told you I got there
afterwards.
Seth: So, by then
the child could've got away from where you saw those other bodies? Or the child
could have been hiding and so afraid of who you might be, it didn't call
out.
Ned: You listen to me, I ain't goin' back out
there again tonight, so you better mind your own goddamned
business!
Sol: (loudly)You're sayin' a family's massacres
by Indians on the road to Spearfish and one child may still be alive out there
and it's no one's concern in this saloon?
Charlie: What's
this about a massacre?
Ned: Shit. Goddamn it, I ain't
goin' out there again tonight after I just made camp with my scalp by sheer,
dumb fuckin' luck!
Bill: Ride out
and show us the place. I'll guarantee your scalp. (To Seth) You
ridin'?
Seth: Yeah.
(Nods towards Sol) We'll ride.
(One man, Jimmy Irons, who has overheard what has
happened, hurries out of the saloon.)
Merrick: Ah, may I
ride? I'd be honored to ride, infirmities permitting.
Seth: (To
Ned) Here we
go.
(The men who will be riding leave the saloon. Jack
McCall remains.)
Jack: (To
no one) Wild
Bill fuckin' Hickok.
(Bill and Seth walk together down the street towards
their horses.)
Seth: You
were a marshal in Kansas?
Bill: Yeah.
You?
Seth:Montana.
Bill: Come to your senses
now?
Seth: Yes, sir.
The fella's story on this don't hold water.
Bill: No, it
don't.
(Al's office. Dan Dority enters the
room.)
Al: What'd you give
Driscoll?
Dan: 20 bucks. Free poke with
Wanda.
Al: Half smart Mick that he is.
Yeah.
Dan: Tim really fucked up with the dude,
huh?
Al: I guess the dude's case money. Dude
only out here three days. How's the dude ask his people back home for more
they're liable to send the Pinkertons.
Dan: So, shut the dude
down?
Al: You bein' his secret best friend,
he'll want you out prospectin' in the morning beside him. That claim needs to
pinch out.
Dan: Oughtn' take but a couple a days. He ain't got much
sand.
Al: And Tim Driscoll needs to be seen
to.
Dan: No kiddin', now?
Al: No kiddin'
Dan: Well not than anybody asks, but I'd look
to Trixie for danger before I'd look to Tim.
Al: No kiddin'.
(knocking. Johnny and Jimmy enter the
room.)
Johnny:Jimmy says the Sioux massacred a family on the
Spearfish Road.
Jimmy: A hand
come into Nuttall's Number 10 telling the story, Mr.
Swearengen.
Al: Who was he?
Jimmy: I-I
never seen him before.
Al: Can you get him over here? Is he
still at Nuttall's?
Jimmy:Ah,
they're ridin' back out to where it happened. Hickok and some others were ridin'
with him.
Al: Did the hand look happy to be riding
back out with Hickok?
Jimmy:He
didn't look too happy.
Al: (To Jimmy) How many people
downstairs did you tell about this?
Jimmy:A
few?
Al: A few?
(Al punches Johnny.)
Johnny:
Oh!
Al: (To Johnny) You let him tell a few
people downstairs before you bring this to me?
Johnny: Al, I
brought him as soon as I heard!
Al: How many people do you think the
people he talked to have talked to by now? I guarantee it this minute, my entire
fuckin' action downstairs is fucked up! Nobody's drinkin', nobody's gambling,
nobody's chasin' tail. I have to deal with that! (Al puts on his
coat.)
(To Jimmy) You want $10 or a bottle of
dope?
Jimmy: Bottle of
dope please, Mr. Swearengen.
Al: (To Dan) Give him a bottle of
dope.
Dan: (To Jimmy) Come on. I'll take
care of you. (To Johnny) He's got a lot on his mind,
Johnny.
-----
(Outside. The men going out to the site of the
massacre ride out of town, carrying torches as well as
guns.)
(Downstairs at the Gem. Johnny looks out the window
as the riders go by.)
(gunshot. Johnny turns around and sees Dan Dority has
a gun pointed towards the ceiling, as Dan fires another round.)
Dan:(To the crowd) Quiet! Al's got
words!
Al: (To the quieted crowd) Well, I
guess when it starts pissin' rain in here, you know who to blame, huh? Now, I
know word's circulatin' Indians killed a family on the Spearfish Road. Now it's
not for me to tell anyone in this camp what to do, as much as I don't want more
people gettin' their throats cut, scalps lifted or any other godless thing that
these godless bloodthirsty heathens do. Or even if someone wants to ride out in
darkness tonight. But I will tell you this. I'd use tonight to get myself
organized. Ride out in the morning clear-headed. And startin' tomorrow morning,
I
will offer a personal $50 bounty for every decapitated head of as many of
these godless heathen cocksuckers as anyone can bring in. Tomorrow. With no
upper limit! That's all I say on that subject, 'cept next round's on the house.
And God rest the souls of that poor family. And pussy's half price, next 15
minutes.
(cheering)
(Calamity Jane is drinking on the Gem's porch. She
tosses her empty liquor bottle away and walks in the
door.)
Johnny:(To the whores in the whores' room) Ok,
ladies, let's go.
Whore:(To another whore, regarding Trixie) She
must've done some fancy fuckin' to keep Al from killin'
her.
(Jewel hands Trixie a small gun, which she tucks into
her cleavage, under her dress. Jane walks in the front door and over to the
bar.)
Jane: (To
the crowd) Where's Bill Hickok? Where's Charlie Utter? Give me a
drink!
Johnny: (To Al)
It's alright, Al, I know you got a lot on your mind. That was one hell of a good
talk. Look, you got everybody back at the tables, doin' what they
do.
Al: Tell you the truth, for
murderin' people on the road to Spearfish, my money'd be on Persimmon
Phil.
Johnny: Make it
look like Indians.
Al: That is his
speci-al-ity.
(Dan joins Al and Johnny. Jane addresses some of the
guys at the bar.)
Jane: Is it true?
Indians killin' white people?
Dan: That's the sewer mouth that follows Hickok
around.
Jane:Why
are we standin' here?
Guy: Ridin' out tomorrow,
daybreak.
Jane: Oh,
really? Tomorrow. What's your fuckin' rush?! I'm goin' now. Even without Bill.
Even without Charlie. I know the road to Spearfish. And I
don't drink where I'm the only fuckin' one with balls!
(laughing)
(Jane strides out the front door.)
Al: Let her go. She ain't takin' any business
with her. (To Dan) Oh, and don't forget to kill
Tim.
-----
(Night. The Spearfish Road. The riders find the place
where the Metz family was murdered. Wolves are there ahead of them, and the men
chase them off.)
(Bodies lay scattered and bloody, illuminated by the
torches. As the men look around, Seth notices two wolves sniffing at something
under a bush, and he goes over to investigate.)
Seth: Waa, yah!
(The two wolves run off, and Seth gently pulls a
little girl (Sophia) from under the bush. She's alive, and he picks her
up.)
-----
(Morning. The Spearfish Road. The riders are heading
back to Deadwood. Seth cradles Sophia in his arms. Jane rides up to meet them, and with a
look from Bill, Seth hands Sophia to Jane to hold as they ride back to
camp.)
-----
(The Garrett's room at the hotel. Alma is in bed.
Brom is getting dressed to go out to their claim. Alma opens her eyes, then
closes them again, pretending to be asleep. Brom clears his throat, but leaves
when she doesn't stir.)
(After Brom leaves, Alma opens her
eyes.)
-----
(Downstairs at the Gem.)
Al: (To whore) Get to your room. You've been
sleepin' on a goddamned pew! (Al walks up the stairs, and passes a man and a
whore as they come down.) (To the man on the stairs) You in
love?
(Al pauses on the stairs as he sees Trixie sitting at
a table. She's drinking, and she looks back at Al. He continues up the stairs,
and Trixie watches him go. Ellsworth is sitting with her at the
table.)
Ellsworth: You know I
don't intrude on the affairs of others. Problem enough keepin' my own life
straight. Somethin's not my affair, I don't pretend it is. Contrary wise, if you
feel like talkin' about that, headlight (He indicates a large bruise on
Trixie's cheek), I'll pay a dollar a minute to hear ya. Get anything off
your chest you feel like.
Trixie: What I got on
my chest, don't concern you, Ellsworth.
(We see the gun hidden in Trixie's
cleavage.)
Ellsworth: And fuck
us all anyway for the limber dick cocksuckers we are.
-----
(Dan and E.B. walk down the hallway in the Grand
Central Hotel. Dan puts a large knife between his teeth and opens one of the
doors with a key provided by E.B..
Tim Driscoll is asleep in bed, and he wakes up when Dan comes
in.)
Tim: What is it?
Dan: Just hush,
Tim.
(Dan covers Tim's mouth with his hand, then stabs him
with the knife.)
(muffled screams)
(Tim stops screaming and Dan looks down at
him.)
(Deadwood's Main Street. Alma Garrett looks out the
window as Brom walks out of the hotel into the street. He stands and looks
around, as the riders arrive from the Spearfish Road. The riders continue down
the street to Doc Cochran's office.)
Merrick:Doc! Get up! Doc! Doc! Doc! Wake up!
Doc!
(Merrick dismounts and hurries over to Doc's door.
Doc comes outside, holding his head. He sees Sophia, and Jane hands her down to
Doc. Carrying Sophia, he starts towards his door. Jane pulls a gun on
him.)
Jane:
Wait for me, goddamnit! Just hold on
'til I'm with ya.
Charlie:She don't mean nothin', Doc. She's just
excitable.
(Doc carries Sophia inside, and Charlie and Jane
follow him. Seth and Bill look over at Ned Mason, who has not followed them all
the way to Doc's. Seth dismounts and walks towards Ned.)
Bill: (To Sol) What kinda
hand is your friend with a gun?
Sol: I don't feel qualified to
say.
(Brom watches from in front of the
hotel.)
Ned: (To Seth) I ah, guess I'd done my
duty, and I's ah, I was glad enough to help.
Seth: Stick
around. See if she lives.
Ned: Nah, I-I was ah, glad enough to done my
duty, and that little one will be in my prayers.
Seth: Get down
off your horse.
Ned: Listen to me. I'm an innocent man,
and it was them Indians, goddamnit!
Seth: Too much
ransackin', and too many goods left behind. Someone was after
money.
(Wild Bill walks over to stand beside
Seth.)
Ned: Goddamnit, if I had somethin' to do with what
happened, why'd I come to this camp, huh?
Bill: Maybe
when it got thick out there, you ran? Maybe the others was goin' a-ground, but
you had to have pussy. And get to a faro layout. I felt that way sometimes after
a kill.
Seth: Get down
off your horse or face the consequences.
(Ned draws, but Bill and Seth are faster, and Ned is
shot and killed. Alma watches from her window, and the Reverend Smith comes out
of the hardware tent after hearing the shot.)
Bill: Was
that you or me, Montana?
Seth: My
money'd be on you.
(Dan comes out of the hotel and walks over to Brom. A
crowd starts to gather in the street, and Merrick takes out his notebook and
starts scribbling. Dan gives Brom a thumb's-up for his outfit and mining
supplies, and Brom hands him a pan. Alma watches the two of them walk away, and
she has another drink. Al has been watching from his bedroom window, and he gets
into bed.)
(knocking)
(Al picks up a pistol from the bedside table and
hides it under the covers.)
Al: Yeah?
(Trixie enters, walks over to the bedside table, and
places her gun there. Al just watches. She undresses and gets into bed with Al,
laying her head on his chest. Al has not moved. The camera pans up from Trixie's
face to Al's. The screen goes black.)
The End
Written by David Milch
Directed by Walter Hill
Al Swearengen: Ian McShane Dan Dority: W Earl Brown
Wild Bill Hickock: Keith Carradine
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
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E.B. Farnum: William Sanderson
Calamity Jane: Robin Weigert
Charlie Utter: Dayton Callie Johnny Burns: Sean Bridgers
Jack McCall: Garret Dillihunt
Jewel: Geri
Jewell
A. W. Merrick: Jeffrey Jones
Rev. Smith: Ray McKinnon
Brom Garret: Timothy Omundson
Mr. Wu: Keone
Young
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Transcription last updated on 02/06/2007 | |
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