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(In the gem, Jewel is busy scrubbing at the
bloodstain on the floor. Upstairs
in Al’s office, Dan is sitting across from Al, who is sitting at his desk. Dan is picking at a spot on the tie he
is wearing.)
Al: You
might, Dan, want to learn how to indicate interest in a girl, other than
murderin’ another person.
Dan: I apologize for the disruption, and the
free drinks you had to give out, restorin’ order.
EB: Jesus Christ, it’s false dawn, Al. False dawn already. If we’re gonna act, we should do it in
darkness.
Al: Where’s the fucking
whore?
EB: Well, wherever Trixie is, we know what we
need to. Bullock’s four square
behind the New York woman. The
question’s do we act? And to me,
the course is clear.
Al: Well, what’s the course?
EB: Murder them where they sleep! The New York woman and Bullock
both.
Al: Dan. Loan EB your knife. (Dan reaches to his side for his
knife)
EB: Now, I won’t brandish the knife. But I’ll wield a pass key at the widow’s
door. As for Bullock, he sleeps on
his store’s second floor. And I’ll
steady a ladder, Dan, at that wall.
While you climb up and bushwhack him. Then, with them dead and disposed of we
forge a predated bill of sale. Take
possession of the claim. With the
allocated percentages of ownership previously agreed to in our internal
discussions. And don’t spend a
fuckin’ dollar in the process! (E.B. has a clever, proud, excited look on
his face. Al and Dan look at each
other like he’s gone nuts) Bold?
I suppose. But when boldness
is called for, bold men do not shrink.
Al: That’s
what the ‘B’ in E.B. Farnum stands for.
Dan: Bold
Al: You’re goddamned
right.
EB: Say it, Al. Say the fuckin’ words my bones already
know. You’re gonna back off on that
fuckin’ claim.
(Gunshots
ring out in the street, we hear a yelling and cheering outside. Al, EB and Dan go to the
balcony.)
Rider1:
We ‘brung’ it, sir. Vaccine for the “smallpox” secured in
Cheyenne.
Al: Well done, fellas. And congratulations on the entire
fuckin’ settlement. EB, get
downstairs and get these heroes what they’re owed.
EB: Yes, sir. $50 a man.
Al: Yeah, and if you don’t spend it in my
joint I’ll turn the mornin’ over to weepin’.
Rider1:
Aw, you won’t shed nary a tear on our account, Mr.
Swearengen.
Al: Vaccine to Doc Cochran in the pest
tent.
Rider2:
And We’ll be toastin’ a treaty too with the fuckin’
heathens.
Al: Explain yourself.
Rider2:
Hell, they’ve all been called back to the agency, we heard that in
Cheyenne.
Al: Are they goin’s the fuckin’
question.
Rider2:
Fuck yeah they are.
Rider1:
That’s the word in Cheyenne. Red
Cloud and Spotted Tail are leadin’ their people in.
Al: Dan, 10 dollars in bonus credits across
the board for these heroes. 10 in
pussy, 10 in faro, 10 in booze.
Rider1:
God bless you, Mr. Swearengen!
Al: Well, not likely. But my short term prospect’s just
improved.
(Al goes back into his
office from the balcony. EB is
inside, waiting for him.)
EB: Say the words, so I can let the dream
die.
Al: EB did you not hear the fucking news? Did you not listen to the fucking
news? The plague’s end in
prospect. And so’s peace with the
fucking dirt worshippers. (Al opens the
shutters leading to his bedroom from his office. He waves EB in.) Come here, come
here. Sit down. The dam…has broken, young man. And only ourselves can fuck up. For we are about to be swimmin’ in
money. And how could we fuck
up? By engaging in open fucking
bloodletting. And right here at
hand, in our very hour of need, is the priggish fucking douche bag Bullock. Who
only wants to sell pots and pans, fan his pretty face and hold his nose from the
stench of our fuckin’ sordid carryings on over here. All the time thinking he can protect the
meek and innocent. The perfect
fucking front man, and you wanna kill him?
Much as we might want the widow’s claim, it’s a luxury now to
forego. EB, find yourself somewhere
to lie down ‘til the feeling passes, huh?
EB: First, I’ll go give the hoople-heads their
money. (Stands up and
leaves)
Al: Thank you.
(Takes off
his vest, lays down on the bed and begins to undo his pants. Johnny enters the office and looks over
at Al, on the bed)
Al: You go find that fucking whore.
(Johnny
gives Al a thumbs up hand signal.)
Al: What the fuck is this? Huh? (Imitates Johnny’s hand
signals)
Johnny: (hoarsely) I lost my voice.
(Joanie’s
room at the Bella Union. There is a knocking at her door. When she opens the door, Flora is
standing there, frightened)
Joanie:
What
happened?
Flora: I seen
somethin’ bad.
Joanie:
Come in. Here, sit down. (Flora sits down on the
bed)
Flora: I seen
somethin’ at the place my brother works.
A man was stabbed and killed right in front of me. (Joanie pours a drink) One man said he
didn’t like the way the other man was lookin’ at me and he stabbed and killed
him. (Flora looks up at Joanie with big doe eyes
and as she is looking up at Joanie, she takes off her
shawl.)
Joanie:
Drink this. (Hands Flora the drink) Where’s your
brother now? (Flora drinks some whiskey, she’s looking
down at her hands.)
Flora: We got a room.
(Looks up at Joanie with those big
eyes again) I’ll go in a minute.
Joanie:
It’s alright, Flora. (Joanie sits down on the bed next to
Flora)
Flora: I just come to say…I don’t know if I can do
this. It’s horrible! It’s one thing leads to another, and you
never know when it’s gonna happen.
Joanie:
But mostly, you can steer it,
sweetheart, and when it’s going to get to where you can’t, you get just a little
notice, just a couple of seconds, before the one thing turns into the
other. It’s like a funny smell
comes into the air. And then you
know, there’s no more steering and get the hell out of the
way.
Flora: I smelled it
in the saloon.
Joanie:
And did you get out of the way in time?
(Flora nods and starts to cry)
It’s alright, it’s alright. (Flora
puts her head down in Joanie’s lap)
Flora: Miles doesn’t know nothin’. He didn’t smell nothin’ and didn’t know
nothin’ about what to do.
Joanie:
Alright, I know.
Flora: Can I
stay? Can I sleep here with you
just this last little while before we have to get up?
Joanie:
Yeah, you can sleep here with me.
(Flora sits up, takes off
her boots, undoes her camisole)
Flora:
Can you help? (Turns her back to Joanie, who helps her
undress very tenderly, the two of them wind up snuggled in
bed)
(Morning, in the street, people are lined up in front
of the hardware store for their smallpox shots. Andy Cramed is manning the
booth.)
Andy: Name?
Hoople
head: Boland
Andy: Make your
mark.
(Balcony of
the Bella Union, across the way, Cy and Eddie are watching Andy at the sign in
desk.)
Cy:Saint
Andy Cramed. All that’s missin’ are
the scourges and flays.
Eddie: Maybe they’re
under his shirt.
(Cy laughs,
Andy gazes up to them on the balcony…Inside the hardware store, Doc & Jane
are giving the shots.)
Doc: Kind of you to let us work out of the horseshit and
flies.
Seth:Sure.
(Utter gets
his shot, and stands up )
Utter:
Oh. Uh-oh. (Falls over)
Jane: Jesus Christ!
(Jane looks over at the Doc, he
just looks at her, and looks back down at what he was
doing)
(Johnny
Burns sits down in the Chair in front of Doc, ready for his
shot)
Johnny: (Hoarsely)
Ha-have you seen Trixie,
Doc?
Doc: What?
Johnny:
(Puts his fingers in a triangle shape
over his groin. Hoarsely again:)
Trixie.
Doc: No. (Sticks
him with the needle – Johnny gets up and starts to head for the door.) Tea
and Honey.
Johnny:
For this? (Motions to his
arm)
Doc: You are a stupid sonofabitch. (Seth is looking at
Johnny)
Sol: Yeah, the traffic’s a boon, Seth. Brought $27 already from yesterday’s
entire proceeds.
Seth: Good. (Seth walks out, after
Johnny.)
Jane: Pitiful Specimen you are. (Jane helps Utter stand back
up)
Utter: It wasn’t a pin prick. I ain’t ate.
Jane: Really. Strange you never keeled over when we
was hungry on the fuckin’ trail.
Seth: (Outside, following Johnny) Your boss
speak to you about sending me an assayer this morning?
Johnny: (hoarsely) Um, no, sir.
He didn’t. But I will,
remind him once I finish his errand…got one..I only got one place left to look.
(Seth looks over into the line and sees Alma
with Sophia) Bella Union and that’s our competition. Well, I’ll tell him what you
said.
(Johnny
heads over to the Bella Union and Seth walks over to
Alma)
Seth: Good Mornin’.
Alma: Good Morning,
Mr. Bullock.
Seth: You’ve
come to have the child inoculated?
Alma: Yes, and to
tell you, for reasons we needn’t explore, that my plans have changed. As soon as I can arrange transportation,
(Seth looks away, confused) I’ll
return with the child to New York City.
Seth: (Looking back at Alma, intensely) Why
needn’t we explore your reasons?
Alma: Because, Mr. Bullock, I’ve already quite sufficiently
imposed upon you my private reasons and facts. (Seth looks confused, he looks like he wants
to say something, begins to open his mouth, but Alma cuts him off.) As
regards to the claim, my husband purchased before his murder, I’m inclined to
accept the last bid from Mr. Swearengen’s hand puppet. And I would be very grateful if you
would tell Mr. Farnum so, as speaking to him directly makes me ill. (Seth smiles.)
Seth: I’m gonna assay your claim, Mrs. Garrett. I promised Mr. Hickok and I promised
you.
Alma: I
released you from your promise to me yesterday and today I specifically instruct
you not to keep it.
Seth: And you
do tend to change your mind. And
the first promise, you weren’t a party to.
(Steps in front of her) Why
don’t you get the child inoculated?
I’ll go about my business, and we’ll revisit the whole mess
subsequently. (Seth walks away, Alma looks confused at
first, then she smiles.)
(Gem, Dan and Al are
downstairs. Dan is sitting down
listening to Al who is pacing as he is talking, drinking
coffee.)
Al: Don’t fuckin’ lead Ellsworth right to it so he can
hoop and holler and hail fuckin’ Bullock.
You walk around. You’re
discouraged. (Looks up) It’s not even
worth it to make the steep ascent.
Dan: I start from below?
Al: You start at the fucking creek. What, do you want to start at the
fucking cliff and the three of you leap the fuck off holding hands? (Seth enters) Top of the
mornin’!
Dan: (Gets up, strapping on his belt) I’m to
lead you to the widow Garrett’s claim.
Seth: You’re the assayer?
Dan: Nope. Ahh. I’m to take you to
him.
Al: He’s one claim over. Nice fuckin’ guy and a dead eye for the
fuckin’ color.
Dan: Ellsworth.
Al: Ellsworth, is absolutely
right.
Dan: Well come on! (Seth turns his head for a moment, looks
back at Al with raised eyebrows, turns & they
leave.)
(Hardware store)
Alma: I
was inoculated some time ago, but I thought she should be treated before our
trip.
Doc: I am delighted you’re taking her with
you.
Alma: It - it was
Trixie (Sol looks over, ears perked)
who made me realize my reasons for staying weren’t
sound.
Doc: Glad she succeeded where I
failed.
Alma: I intend to
write her a note of profound thanks.
I hope that you’ll deliver it to her at Mr. Swearengen’s saloon.
Doc: Is that where she went when she left
you?
Alma: Yes. I—I certainly assume
so.
(Doc sticks
his tongue out at Sophia She
laughs, he sticks her with the vaccine, she frowns at him.)
Doc: Sorry, I’m sorry, honey. It’s all over. (To Alma) When will you be leaving? (Sol is still looking at Alma, he looks
away, then back)
Alma: As quickly as is practical.
Doc: Mr. Utter can see to your travel
arrangements. Soon as he, gets his
wits back, I’ll send him to you.
Alma: Thank you
doctor. Thank you for
everything.
(They leave
– Sol approaches Doc from behind as they both watch Alma
leave)
Sol: What did she say about Trixie?
Doc: Nothin’.
(Jewel approaches Al in the Gem dining room with more
coffee.)
Al: How’d you do with that
bloodstain?
Jewel: I scrubbed it real hard.
Al: Did I ask you how hard you fuckin’
scrubbed it?
Jewel: No.
Al: No.
I asked if you got it out.
(Walking over to the stain)
Get me the fuckin’ scrub brush.
(Muttering to himself) Every
fuckin’ thing I gotta do myself, huh?
(Louder) Where is
she?
Jewel: Trixie?
Al: No Queen fuckin’
Victoria.
Jewel: (Pokes her head out of the back room)
Last I saw her was yesterday when she came to see you.
Al: Just get me the fuckin’ scrub brush. (muttering again) Gives her word she’ll
return. Where the fuck is she,
huh? (Jewel is back with the scrub brush and pail
of water) What’d she say to you when you saw her?
Jewel: She said
her pussy hurt where you grabbed it.
Al: That has a ring of fuckin’
truth.
Jewel: She said
you nearly killed her.
Al: She said to me she’d be right back. (Starts to scrub the stain) A fools
fuckin’ errand anyway. (Scrubing) I found out what I needed to
know when I looked in that cocksucker Bullock’s eyes while Dority was spilling
blood. That you have failed to adequately clean
up.
Jewel: You want
me to do some more?
Al: No, shut the fuck up. (Pauses the scrubbing) Now, what’s she
doin’?? She makin’ a point? No grabbin’ at the cunt? Is that what she said to
you?
Jewel: No.
Al: I mean, y—you-- she told you, right, that
I grabbed her. Did-did she have an
attitude about it?
Jewel: She
didn’t have an attitude she just said her pussy hurt.
Al: Agh.
Point’s made with the snatch grabs, okay. (still scrubbing) 50 other fuckin’
things I should be payin’ attention to, rosiest prospects of my career, (Johnny enters) and here I am on my
fuckin’ hands and knees discussing snippets of information with a fuckin’
gimp! There! (Stands up, throws scrub brush in the pail)
Now
that’s how you scrub a fuckin’ blood stain.
Johnny: I
couldn’t find Trixie. (Arms open, shoulders in a
shrug)
Al: (To
Jewel) You see her, you send her the fuck back to me. ‘Cause if I see her outside she’ll wish
I had fucking killed her before.
Johnny:
That shot didn’t hurt too
bad, Al. But it fuckin’
itches!
Al: Yeah? Good.
Johnny: You had
your shot yet kid?
Miles: (Taking down chairs) Not yet. The line was too long and I did not want
to be late for work.
Al: Open for business. And talk like him until further
instructed.
Miles: (Hoarsely) Yes,
sir.
(We see
Jewel put away the pail)
(Doc enters
his cabin – sees Trixie on the ground)
Doc: Aww, Jesus.
Trixie? (Sees the needle and the bottle of laudanum
on the ground next to her, picks them up and puts them out of the way.) Goddamn it Trixie, wake up. Wake up. Trixie, (Knocking on door) Trixie, wake up. (Knocking)
Merrick: Doc, Doc.
Doc: What?!
Merrick:
Doc! (Enters)
Doc: Stay the fuck over
there!
Merrick:
It’s A.W., Doc.
Doc: Stay the fuck over there
anyway.
Merrick:
Aw, I don’t take your bad temper personally, Doc. The hours you’re working would try a
saint.
Doc: (Slowly) What do you
want?
Merrick:
I’m in pain, Doc. In the small of my back, which I’m aware
is a precursor symptom. (Doc is checking
his eyes, feeling his forehead and turns him away so his back is to the
wall)
Doc: When did the pain start?
Merrick:
Am I warm?
Doc: Answer the question.
Merrick:
Well, it’s become more concentrated and severe. (Doc slaps him) Why did you strike
me?
Doc: To secure your attention. When did the pain
start?
Merrick:
The original pain I’ve lived with for quite some time. But in this last period it’s become much
more concentrated and severe. In
viewing the context of this outbreak, I knew I should consult you,
ow!
Doc: Well, you don’t have a
fever.
Merrick:
I don’t?
Doc: No.
You put on weight?
Merrick:
May I ask that query’s relevance?
Doc: It’s harder on your back as you get
fatter. (Merrick considers
this)
Merrick:
So in concert with the symptoms I’m
already exhibiting, you’d say be alert for fever? (Doc pushing Merrick
out)
Doc: And work hard on your paper, and get yourself
inoculated.
Merrick:
Uh-huh.
Doc: And try to eat less!
(Slams the
door, pushes a chair under the knob to keep it secure. Walks back over to Trixie and lifts her
up into the crook of his arm, supporting her in a more upright sitting
position-still on the floor)
Doc: You botched this job pretty good, didn’t you young
lady? (Pinches her wrist, she reacts)
Now, you listen to me, if you want, I will do the job for you right. But first, I want you to know that that
rich woman is leaving town and she told me that she would take you with
her. And I know that you thought
enough of that woman to help her get off this – this stuff that you tried to use
to kill yourself with. But what I
don’t know is – is if you wanted to die period, or ‘cus you thought you didn’t
have a way outta here ‘cus you DO (squeeze her hand) have a way out. (Trixie squeezes his hand) Is that a
vote for New York City? (She squeezes his
hand again) Alright, then. (Squeezes
her hand, shaking).
(Flora wakes up, Joanie
is still sleeping next to her. She
takes Joanie’s hand off her and sits up.
She gets out of bed and starts to dress, a hard look on her face.. Joanie opens her eyes and sees the look
on Flora’s face as she is dressing.
Flora leaves. Cy is coming down the stairs when he hears Flora shut the
door to Joanie’s room. He stops at
the top of the stairs and looks at her…)
Flora:
Morning, Mr.
Tolliver.
Cy: Morning, Flora. I swear I saw you leave last night after
your shift.
Flora: I come
back. A man was murdered where my
brother works, at the Gem saloon.
And I got scared.
Cy: You saw it, honey?
Flora: Yes, sir. I was there picking my brother
up.
Cy: Well, you’re brave to even be in a joint
like that. (Joanie comes out of her room…) And
after, sought refuge with Joanie, did you?
Flora: Yes,
sir.
Cy: No better port in a
storm.
Flora: Anyways, I’ll
go change.
Cy: Good girl. Good for you. (Flora starts downstairs, passing Cy)
You settled in real good, Flora.
Flora: (Stops, turns to look back at Cy) Thank
you, sir. (Continues on
downstairs)
Cy: Mmm-mmm, Joanie Stubbs. Is that a fresh scalp I see hangin’ from
your belt?
Joanie:
She saw a gutting last night. She
was upset. I held
her.
Terrance:
(to Flora downstairs) I was watching for you (Cy and Joanie look down) at the door,
Flora, but here you are, already inside.
Flora: Not working
yet, Terrance.
Cy: Poor thing. Adjustin’ so smooth to losin’ her cherry
and yet that upset by blood.
Joanie:
She lost her cherry back home, Cy.
I told you that.
Terrance:
Gonna put your garters on now?
(Flora says
nothing and enters the whore’s room. Once inside, Flora pauses, turns, we see
two whores sitting on a couch. One
is rouging her nipples, the other is busy eating.)
Flora:
I’ll give you two dollars for
that apple and a piece of cheese.
(The whore
quickly stops eating, grabs the money)
Other
Whore: It’s my knife. You wanna buy
that?
Flora: I’ve got a
fucking knife.
(The hungry
whore hands her the apple and cheese.
Flora turns and leaves, entering the main part of the Bella Union. Joanie & Cy are still talking on the
stairs.)
Flora:
I’ll just be a second. And take my brother his
lunch.
Cy: Sure, honey. (Flora smiles and leaves) Unless she
ain’t upset at all.
(Out in the
street, Flora stops to study the Bella Union’s exterior architecture, noting the
balcony and windows…)
Terrance:
What happened now, Flora? I thought you was changin’ into your
garters.
Flora: You geek-looking fuck. Get away from me before I cut your
fucking heart out. (Terrance turns and
looks at Flora – surprised)
(In Alma’s
room – she is packing. There’s a
knock at the door…)
Doc: It’s Doctor Cochran.
(Alma heads
to the door – gesturing to Sophia on the way. Sophia stands up and faces the
door…)
Alma:
(Opening the
door)
Doctor.
Doc: Trixie tried to commit suicide with
laudanum.
Alma: My God. (Sophia turns and heads across the
room)
Doc: She punctured her vein. (Sophia stops and turns) That’s the only
reason why she’s still alive.
(They both
turn and see Sophia watching. Alma
smiles at her and closes one of the interior doors)
Alma: Who’s with her?
Doc: No one at the goddamn moment is with her,
Mrs. Garrett. Her situation in this
camp isn’t such that that would be safe.
Which is why, while trying to dissuade her from future efforts at
murdering herself, I told a fib, invoking your name. And willingness to take her with you on
your trip.
Alma: Last night,
Doctor, I made that very offer to Trixie.
She refused. (Doc looks at her –
momentarily stunned) More precisely, I offered to send Trixie to New York
with the child to make the appropriate introductions to my family, and to pay to
see them established.
(Sophia
crosses the room, the other half of the interior door is still open, she moves
to watch…)
Doc: Is it possible, Mrs. Garrett, that leaving this camp
and heading to New York City in—in service to you and the child might, to a girl
like Trixie, appear a more realistic proposition than being dispatched on some
cruel masquerade?
Alma: (Eyes downcast, she shakes her head, she
looks Doc in the eye…) Please tell her she’s welcome. Tell her she’s necessary. If her indisposition doesn’t preclude
it, I’d be happy to tell her myself.
Doc: Thank you, madam.
(Doc leaves
– Alma sits down looking sad , she looks up and sees Sophia watching
her)
(At the
claim, the men are negotiating the rocky terrain as they ascend. Bullock is in the lead with Dan and
Ellsworth trailing behind…)
Ellsworth:
If I’m to get my throat cut, Dan,
I’d rather not exert myself further.
If I have any choice in the matter, I’d prefer one behind the
ear.
Dan: Keep climbing, Ellsworth. You’re off the hook for seein’ that New
York dude’s accident.
Ellsworth: When Swearengen was
moved to trust, I know you spoke for me hard.
Dan: Well, I didn’t – just didn’t speak against
you. You might try takin’ a gander
over to your right.
Ellsworth: You don’t have to tell me where to fuckin’
look.
Seth: If
you’re the goddamn assayer, shouldn’t I be followin’ you?
(Dan smiles
at Ellsworth)
Ellsworth:
Head on back down, Mr.
Bullock. We think we found a
formation worth lookin’ at.
(Dan
gestures excitedly for Seth to come see.
Seth merely raises his eyebrows and looks up)
(Back at
the Gem, Flora has just entered…)
Al: Young lady, thank Christ. I’d feared after the murder you’d shun
us.
Flora: I come for
lunch with Miles.
Al: Well, bless you then for bein’ a caring
sister.
Miles!
Miles: (Coming out from the back)
Sir?
Al: Miles, you lucky sonofabitch. Your sister’s here with your lunch. She brought you a fresh apple and some
kind of delicacy wrapped in swaddling. (Miles nods, Flora looks down and sees she’s
standing on the stain and steps back) I’ve been scrubbing that bloodstain
all mornin’, and the cripple has, too.
Miles situate your sister to spare her to stand at that fuckin’ stain,
huh?
(Miles
grabs Flora by the arm and leads her over to a table…)
Flora:
Let’s do
it.
Miles:
Now?
Flora: Now, and get
the fuck outta here.
Miles: What if—Flora,
if we do it slow and right we’re 50 miles gone before anyone knows we
blew.
Flora: My boss is
onto me.
Miles: Savvy operator
from Chicago and you could tell he’s onto you?
Flora: Savvy enough
that he didn’t crack, and I still could fuckin’ tell.
Miles: (Pauses, looking at Al) You’re full of
shit. You want to do it fast and
dirty so you have to cut somebody’s throat. This joint, you want to
take?
Flora:
(shakes her
head)
Where I
work.
Miles:
Where your boss is onto
you?
Flora: I can move the
dyke. Held me in her arms all night
like I was a little fuckin’ kid.
Miles: Can I assume
there’s a fuckin’ plan?
(Flora
stabs a piece of apple with her knife and eats it off the blade, staring at
Miles)
(Seth
enters the hotel lobby)
EB: Mr. Bullock, what ho?
Seth: Mrs.
Garrett’s room.
EB: Uh, number two.
(EB studies
Seth as he walks up the stairs to Alma’s room. Seth knocks on the door, Alma opens
it)
Seth: Don’t sell, Mrs. Garrett.
(Alma looks
at him quizzically, he opens his saddle bag and she looks inside. She can’t speak, she holds her index
finger up indicating for Seth to wait a moment, she goes back inside to
Sophia)
Alma: Darling…um, uh, I-I’m going to be unspeakably rude
and leave you here alone for just a moment, while I go downstairs with Mr.
Bullock, who’s just arrived with the most interesting news, and whom I—I can’t
receive here in my room, particularly with you present, for reasons too boring
and complex to explain. So I’m
going to go downstairs to speak with Mr. Bullock in Mr. Farnum’s absurd
restaurant. And then I’ll come back
up and we will continue to ready our leaving. Alright, darling? I’ll be in the restaurant for just one
moment. Can I bring you a glass of
milk? (Sophia just looks at her)
Alright. I-I’ll be right
back.
(Alma
leaves the room, she and Seth head downstairs…)
EB: May I enquire as to the assay’s
outcome?
Seth: Ask the
owner.
EB: Mrs. Garrett?
Alma: (Turns to Seth) Is the technical term
bonanza?
Seth: That’s the look of it.
Alma: It’s a
bonanza, Mr. Farnum.
EB: I see.
Congratulations. Mmm-mm-mm
(EB looks a little
sick)
(Sitting at a table in the
restaurant…)
Seth: Does the find change your mind at all about New York
City?
Alma: (hesitates) I can’t see why it
would.
Seth: I can’t, either, but I don’t
count.
Alma: Of course you
count. Why wouldn’t
you?
Seth: ‘Cause
your changes of mind come so quick and often, I can’t keep up. I can’t understand what changed your
mind from yesterday when it was made up to stay.
Alma: I was made to
understand last night that my reasons for wanting to stay have been completely
selfish.
Seth: By
who?
Alma: Trixie. (Seth’s eyes gaze down) Uh-uh, I-I’d
offered to send her to New York City with the child, where Trixie, I’ve since
come to realize, would be completely unsuited. And because I wished to stay here
unencumbered when I should be caring for the child.
Seth: Why can’t
you care for her here?
(Their eyes
meet…)
(At the
Gem…)
Al: Where the fuck is he?
Dan: Said he was gonna go tell the widow of her
find.
Al: How the fuck long does it take to tell
her?
Dan: I don’t know, Al, I’m here with you. (Wiping his face with a
towel)
Al: What, are you getting’ smart with me
now?
Dan: No. (Wipes his neck off – shaking his
head)
Al: Cocksucker Bullock. When you can’t stand the sight of him,
he’s nowhere but underfoot.
Miles: Sir, my sister
was told of a man who resembles our father’s photograph down by Lead. And I’d be grateful if this afternoon I
could go look and maybe I could take a night shift to make
up.
Al: If I said no, I’d hope you’d walk out and
go lookin’ anyway. Then seek a new
job elsewhere after.
Miles: That’s what
I’d do, sir.
Al: Alright, kid. Go look for him. Tell Arnette at the livery stable I’ll
stand metal for the horse.
Dan: If your sister looks with you, tell
Arnette I’m good for her mount.
(Al looks
at Dan, one eyebrow raised)
Miles:
So you think it’s a good idea
to go?
Al: It’s why the fuck you’re here, isn’t
it?
Miles: Right. I’m gonna go get the horses
then.
Al: Permission to leave the bar, trooper. (Al salutes, Miles salutes
back)
Miles: Thanks to both of you.
(They both
look at Miles quizzically, as Miles leaves, Seth
enters…)
Al: Ah, struck rich for the widow, huh, Bullock? Free drink! (Al grabs a bottle and two shot glasses,
pours them, does a shot) Big, huh? (Seth drinks his) Rich and fucking
thick, that vein is?
Seth: Not being
expert, I can’t guess at the extent.
Al: Dan’s a fucking expert. When he’s not shit-faced drunk, so’s
Ellsworth.
Seth: Well, the
immediate result is she won’t be sellin’.
Al: Of course she fucking won’t. I should fucking think not, huh? Well, not for any 20,000 at least. Come here, Bullock. Come drink with your vanquished foe. (Seth raises his eyebrows, grabs his shot
glass and follows Al to a table) Very good of you and Mr. Star,
incidentally, to make your venue available so the hoople-heads can get
vaccinated.
Seth: I was the
second hoople-head stuck.
Al: Them riders that brought the vaccine say
the heathens have been called back to the agency. In a spasm of good sense, they’re
fuckin’ going.
Seth: I heard.
(Holds his glass up to Al & drinks)
Before you know it, we’ll have laws here and every other fuckin’
thing.
Al: Yeah, which brings me, Bullock, to the
matter of the widow. I wanted to
show you my bona fides for cooperation.
If a treaty is signed, be wise for you and me to paddle in the same
directions. Tics or habits of
behavior either finds dislikable in the other gotta be overlooked or taken with
a grain of salt.
Seth: Would
your bona fides extend to Mrs. Garrett’s future safety?
Al: (Considers this remark – holds up his
glass…) My oath is this: Every day that the widow sits on her ass in New
York City, looks west at sunset and thinks to herself, “God bless you ignorant
cocksuckers in Deadwood, who do strive mightily and at little money to add to my
ever-increasing fortune,” she’ll be safe in the wiles of Al Swearengen. (Drinks)
Seth: She’s stayin’.
Al: (pauses) The oath stands as a gesture to
you.
Seth: Can I take a shave over here?
Al: Please. (Seth gets up and walks to the barber
chair) Barney, be careful in the uh, area of the throat,
huh?
Seth: If you authorized an offer of 20 on the widow’s
claim, your agent was looking to skim a little cream.
Al: How high’d E.B.
go?
Seth: 19,500.
Al: I
wouldn’t trust a man that wouldn’t try to steal a little. (Smiles at Seth – turns around with a look
of rage on his face, stands up and goes to the bar) Where’s that fucking
whore?
(Alma enters Doc’s cabin with
Sophia…)
Alma: You
stay here, sweetheart. (Sits Sophia down
facing the entrance, walks over to the bed where Trixie lays. She touches Trixie’s arm, Trixie stirs)
I’m so very sorry for any part that I may have played in
this.
Trixie:
I don’t remember you being
the one that made me a whore, Mrs. Garrett.
Alma: I’m going to stay in the camp with the child,
Trixie. Uh, Doctor Cochran
explained to me the difficulties your extraordinary kindness toward me has put
you in, in relationship to Mr. Swearengen.
If you wish to stay, I’d be so grateful if you’d stay with us. (kneels down and touches Trixie’s arm)
But perhaps you want to go, Trixie.
If you do…(reaches into her bag
and pulls out a hunk of gold) take this. (Puts it in Trixie’s hand) As your
earnest claim on the future. I’ll
send you more. Uh, I appear to have struck it
rich. (Sophia leaves her chair…) I’ll send you
all that you need.
Sophia:
Trixie? (Trixie smiles)
Trixie?
Trixie: Hello, sweetheart. Don’t I look
tired?
Sophia:
(Puts her hand on her chest) Sophia.
(Both women are surprised, this is the
first we’ve heard her name. They
look at Sophia with open mouths) Sophia.
Trixie: (smiles)
Sophia. You’re so beautiful. I should’ve guessed it. Take her home, Mrs.
Garrett.
Alma: (Stands –
hesitates)
How do you take my
suggestion?
Trixie: Are you sure that gold’s real?
Alma:
Absolutely.
Trixie: Uh,
let me think things through.
Alma: Alright. (They leave, Trixie holds onto the
gold)
(Bella Union, Miles is flirting with Elizabeth, he
puts money in her cleavage…)
Miles:
What’s your
name?
Elizabeth: Elizabeth.
Flora: (Finds Joanie and approaches her) I’m
quittin’.
Joanie:
Alright,
Flora.
Flora: I left a pin
up in your room. I want to go look
for it.
Joanie:
Go ahead and look.
Cy: When does that part come when that little
piece of trim finally gets into her fuckin’ workin’ clothes and starts makin’ us
some fuckin’ money?
(Miles and
Elizabeth head upstairs)
Joanie:
She’s quitting,
Cy.
Cy: She’s quitting? And that seems to be your room she’s
walkin’ into yet again.
Joanie:
She lost a pin…up there.
Cy: A pin!?
(Joanie
sighs, heads upstairs. We see Miles
& Elizabeth upstairs leaned up against a door. Inside Joanie’s room, Flora is going
through Joanie’sr jewelry box…Joanie enters and catches
her…)
Joanie:
Can you tell the stones from the
paste?
Flora: (Cuts Joanie a look) Show me which is
which.
Joanie:
I don’t think
so.
Flora: Let me take
it.
Joanie:
Get outta here, Flora. Put down my
things and I’ll let you get out without raising hell.
Flora: Why don’t you
let me go with your things and shut
your fucking mouth? Because I
remind you of whoever the fuck I remind you of.
Joanie:
No. Now what are you gonna do,
Flora, kill me?
Flora: (Reaches down and grabs the knife from her
boot) Maybe.
Joanie:
Do you think you’re gonna get out of
here alive?
Flora: I’ll give it a
goddamn whirl.
Joanie:
You’re not gonna get out alive.
You’re gonna die here.
Flora: Who am I? (Stepping towards Joanie, Joanie backs up
with each step) Your little baby?
Your little sister? You? (Flora leaves)
(Cy watches Flora leave Joanie’s room, drinks a shot
and puts his glass down…)
Cy: I
wouldn’t move this.
(Gives a
sign to Eddie, Eddie nods and give the sign to a man at the front door, Cy meets
Flora at the bottom of the stairs.)
Cy: Did you find your pin?
Flora: I did,
sir.
Cy: Joanie tell me you’re leaving
us.
Flora: Can’t take it
anymore, sir. Decided I wasn’t cut
out for it. My brother,
too.
Cy: Decided he wasn’t cut out for
what?
Flora: Sweepin’ up at
the Gem saloon.
Cy: (laughs) I see. And my first take on your meaning was
they were fuckin’ your brother for money over there like you was gettin’ done to
here. (laughs)
Flora: Step aside and
let me do my business.
Cy: (Sees Joanie come out of her room) And
what is your fuckin’ business? You
with your beady little ferret eyes.
Joanie:
She came to say goodbye, Cy. She’s movin’ on.
Cy: It don’t feel right to me, babe. (Slaps Flora)
Flora: Agh! (Falls down – everyone stops what they’re
doing)
Cy: But if I’m mistaken in my judgment, may I
regret what I just did for the rest of my life. (Flora grabs her
knife)
Joanie:
Now let her go!
Cy: (Looks up at Joanie – Flora stabs him in
the leg) Agh! (Flora screams) You
little cunt!
(Flora
starts running back upstairs, she runs past Joanie, who doesn’t move to stop
her.)
Cy: You’re gonna die here!
(Miles
comes out of Elizabeth’s room and runs to the balcony door, holding it open for
Flora)
Miles:
Come on!
(They run
out to the balcony)
Cy: Get outta here!
Get out! Get out front! Get around! They’re goin’ over the
top!
(Miles
jumps over the balcony, Flora throws her bonnet full of jewelry down to
him)
Miles:
Come
on.
(Flora
jumps down)
Cy: Don’t impede her progress, Joanie. Don’t do nothin’
rash.
(Flora and
Miles run for the horses but the henchmen grab them, they struggle. Andy Cramed stands up
– seeing
what’s happening. Doc comes out and
stands next to Andy – concerned.
The henchmen are
beating the
two severely. Jane marches out into
the street. Cy comes out – his leg
wrapped. The
whores are
all out in the street watching, too.)
Sol: What are you doing?!
Cy: What’s none of your business! Them two robbed my joint. That’s where they’re gonna be dealt
with.
Sol: I guess they needn’t get beat anymore out
here.
Cy: Take ‘em the fuck inside,
boys.
(The
henchman beating Flora chuckles.
Jane, Doc, Andy & Sol watch – concerned but not
moving)
Cy: And
you can help your delicate sensibilities by turning the fuck
away.
(One
henchmen slings Miles over his shoulder and carts him inside, the other drags
Flora inside in a headlock. Cy
grabs Flora’s bonnet out of the mud and follows them in.
( Once
inside, Joanie is sitting on the stairs.
Eddie comes out of her room and starts down the
stairs…)
Eddie: Cy wants you up there, honey.
(Joanie
stands up after a moment & follows Eddie up to her
room…)
Cy: I tell you, sweetheart, your face come out of that in
pretty good shape. Matters took a
happy turn, you could still probably work. (Door opens) Come on in, honey. Over here on what the dagos call my
sinister side. (gestures to his left)
Although your beady little rat eyes don’t seem like they’re takin’ in the
view. (Flora is senseless, she can’t focus, all is
hazy) You bust somethin’ up there, sweetheart? (Cy starts hitting her on the head several
times) Does that fuckin’ hurt you?! (Eddie looks down) You fuckin’
understand me?! (Joanie looks away)
See, that upsets Joanie now.
“Oh, Cy, do up the boy. My
God, I can’t stand to see the other.” You want me to see to the boy,
Joanie? ‘Cause you know I’m clay in
your hands.
Eddie: Cy.
Cy: What is it, Eddie? We could all be
elsewhere?
Eddie: Nothing
but true.
Cy: Are you awake, Miles? Don’t be fuckin’ passin’ out, youngster.
(Miles’ head is lolling about, his eyes
shut) Next fuckin’ breath you draw, the smell of fuckin’ sulfur’s liable to
be strong in your nose. (poking his chin)
Where is your fuckin’ nose, anyway?
Fuck it, Miles! (Flora gazes dazed
at Joanie) You’re found fuckin’ guilty of bein’ a cunt. I’m hereby passin’ judgment for you
lettin’ this little bitch push you around and tellin’ you what to do. When you were supposed to be a man and
showin’ her the fuckin’ rules! (Slaps Miles) You hear me, Miles, and
for bein’ the cunt you are now, before you could have been a man, (points gun at Miles) done your fuckin’
part, you little piece of shit. (Cy
shoots Miles, Joanie tries to run away, Cy stops her…) I know you don’t want
out of here, Joanie.
Joanie:
Don’t hurt her, Cy.
Cy: (Jerks Joanie closer to him) Don’t hurt
her? You mean before I kill
her?
Joanie:
Yu-yes.
Cy: (Thrust Joanie away from him) Listen to
that, Flora. That’s the person you
robbed, had those kind of (takes a
necklace out of the bonnet) feelings for you. (Finds the knife in the bonnet and holds it
up tauntingly as Flora tries to focus on it) But I’m the one you stabbed. (Waves the knife around.) See? (Flora tries grabbing for it) I think
your fuckin’ skull’s broken, Flora.
You’re trying for the knife.
It’s maybe a foot to your left. (Flora grasps) Ah, this is fuckin’ pitiful. (Throws the knife aside, holds out a gun to
Joanie) Why
don’t you put that out of it’s misery?
(Joanie
looks at Cy – grabs the gun – points it at Flora – Flora looks at her, Joanie
cocks the gun, looks regretful, fires the gun)
Flora:
Ugh!
(Joanie
cocks the gun again and tries to put it to her temple, Cy grabs her in
time)
Joanie:
Ah!
Cy: Don’t do nothin’. Whatever you want to do will be a
mistake. You keep drawin’ breath –
right – here. (Pokes her in the
gut)
(The Gem, Dan nods to Al,
Al looks behind him and sees E.B. approaching. E.B. looks at Al, takes his hat off, Al
does a shot…)
Al: You did everything you could, E.B., to preserve our
fuckin’ interests. I mean, you
know, sometimes the cards go cold.
EB: Far as the events at the Bella Union, by
all accounts, it was two young thieves, a boy and a girl.
Al: We all know who they
are.
EB: Who they are now is late night vittles for
Wu’s pigs.
Dan: That young girl had me
fooled.
Al: Your dick had you fooled. And in that state of addlement, you
mistook her purpose, her so-called fuckin’ brother’s and their entire fucking
cockeyed story. (Does a shot) You did
everything you could, didn’t you, E.B.?
I mean, you went to the limit on our offer.
EB: Everything humanly
possible.
Al: You did go to the
limit?
EB: Well, I went to the limit’s
precipice.
Al: Sounds like you didn’t go to the
limit.
EB: Al, I held back a few dollars. Against some final unforeseen
turn.
Al: Well, so we’ll never know if them few
dollars you held back wouldn’t have made us both fucking
rich.
(E.B. holds
his stomach, grunts, he looks rather sick now. Al does a shot, looks at
Dan…)
Al: I’m goin’ up. (Grabs a bottle) You find out how much
Tolliver paid Wu. Don’t
want to be suckin’ hind tit on disposal fees.
(Outside,
Joanie is standing on the Bella Union balcony. Cy comes around the corner of the
balcony and sees Joanie, he stands next to her)
Cy: Don’t think I enjoyed that bullshit, Joanie. Certain things you…have to do to impress
upon people what you’re willing to do.
Do you like it? No. Do you enjoy it? No. Do you have to look like you do? Yes. I got Eddie in there. Gotta let him know. Capra’s downstairs gonna hear about
it. When people come to rob you,
Joanie, you gotta get rough. It
looks like an act, it’s not gonna work.
And then I grab your hand.
And I think “My God, this poor fuckin’ girl.” But I did what I had to do in that
room. And now I’m out here. I’m telling you, your happiness is
important to me, and whatever the fuck I gotta do, if you’re too much in my
shadow, if I make things too tough on you, then we’re gonna stop it. We’re gonna do somethin’
else.
Joanie:
Cy.
Cy: You bring warmth into my life. I can’t bear to see you unhappy like
this. I want to set you up in your
own business here. Independent
fuckin’ operator. I’ll put up the
money. (Joanie shuts her eyes) And
kind of interest in return, that’s fine, but that ain’t what this is about. It’ll be your place. I want you to feel when I walk in there
that you can say, “I’m busy, Cy.
Come back later.” And I want you to watch me turn around when you say
that like I’m some rube trick with my chin down on the floor, “When should I try
you again, Joanie?” “I’ll let you
know, Cy.” That’s how I want you to
feel.
Joanie: I
used to make you warm, didn’t I, Cy?
And I could make you feel like something’s funny.
Cy: You still do, honey. When you’re happy, you still
do.
Joanie:
Kill me to, Cy. Or let me
go.
Cy: I understood myself to be sayin’, Joanie,
I want to find a way to give you a looser fuckin’ rein.
Joanie:
You’ve gotta figure out a way to mean it.
And if you don’t kill me or let me go, I’m gonna kill you.
(Their eyes meet – Cy looks down at Joanie’s hand, pats it, walks back inside. Joanie looks down into the street and sees Trixie walking along, slowly. Alma looks out her window and also sees Trixie, she’s heading back to the Gem. Doc is behind her on the street and also sees her walk back to the Gem.)
(Inside the Gem, Jewel is back scrubbing the
floor.)
Trixie: Has he got you at your hands and knees at two in the
fuckin’ morning?
Jewel: I got
myself at my hands and knees, wondering what became of
you.
(Trixie
walks upstairs, Jewel stands up and watches her…)
Trixie: Wake up, David.
David: (David, chin propped on his hand, stirs from
sleep) I’m up. (Starts wiping the
bar, when he sees Trixie is now upstairs, he leans his chin back on his hand and
goes back to sleep)
(Alma’s room, Alma walks over to Sophia, tucked in
bed and ready for sleep, and starts to sing, hesitantly…)
Alma: ♪Row, row, row, row your boat♪
♪Gently down the
stream♪
♪Merrily, merrily, merrily,
merrily♪
♪Life is but a
dream♪
(Al is
laying down in bed – the door opens and Trixie enters. She reaches in her bag and takes out the
gold nugget, sets it on his bedside table.
He sees her arm and grabs her hand, forcing her to face him. He’s looking in her eyes, sternly; he
forces her hand off of her elbow, exposing her wounds. He looks at her with the realization of
what she’s done to herself, or tried to do. She reaches out and slaps him. He looks at her, she starts to undress,
as she rounds the bed, he pulls down the covers for her. She climbs into bed, naked, and lays
down with her back to him.)
Written by Elizabeth Sarnoff
Directed by Damiel Minahan
Al Swearengen: Ian McShane Dan Dority: W Earl Brown
Seth Bullock: Timothy Olyphant
Alma Garret: Molly Parker
Ellsworth: Jim Beaver
Doc Cochran: Brad
Dourif
Sol Star: John Hawkes
Trixie: Paula
Malcomson
Tom Nuttall: Leon Rippy
Cy Tolliver: Powers Boothe
Leon: Larry Cedar
Sophia: Bree Seanna Wall |
E.B. Farnum: William Sanderson
Calamity Jane: Robin Weigert
Charlie Utter: Dayton Callie Johnny Burns: Sean Bridgers
Andy Cramed: Zach Grenier
Jewel: Geri
Jewell
A. W. Merrick: Jeffrey Jones
Rev. Smith: Ray McKinnon
Mr. Wu: Keone Young
Joanie Stubbs: Kim Dickens
Con Stapleton: Peter Jason
Eddie Sawyer: Ricky Jay |
Transcription last updated on 02/06/2007 | |
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