Episode
#4 “Here Was a Man”
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(Bella Union, a card game is under way between Wild
Bill Hickok and Jack McCall. Joanie
Stubbs is the dealer)
Jack: I
raise a hundred.
Wild Bill: Back a hundred.
Jack: That man’s overplayin’
his hand. I… (Pushes chips forward) Whatever the fuck I got
left.
Joanie:
(To
Hickok) Four twenty back to you. (Hickok lays cards on the
table)
Jack: As advertised.
You got more nerve than sense, huh, Bill?
Joanie:
(To
McCall) What have you got?
Jack:
(Throws cards on table)
Man stays on fours. And they call this a game of skill? Well,
you gutted me, didn’tcha, Bill?
You sonofabitch.
Cy: (Comes over, whispers) You were told about that talk.
Wild
Bill:(Slides a single chip across
the table) Go eat,
Jack.
Jack:
Alright. I thank you for that kindness. You just bought yourself somethin’ with
that. (Gets up and walks out)
Cy: (Whispers to Eddie) Some
boys just can’t go near a cliff without jumpin’ off.
Wild
Bill:
Twenty to the dealer. Much appreciated.
Joanie: Any
ideas for the rest?
Wild
Bill: I believe I’ll stay with
cash.
(Night, and
Bullock is working on the hardware store.
Hickok is passing in the street)
Wild Bill: Montana.
Seth: No rest for the
wicked.
Wild Bill: Well, what are you doin’
up?
Seth: Well, it’s cooler
workin’ now. Quieter. Sorry you had to listen to them drunken
fools before, Mr. Hickok, when you and Mr. Utter was helpin’
us?
Wild Bill: I come through
unharmed. And
“Bill”’d be easier on my nerves.
“Mr. Hickok” makes me look for the warrant in your
hand.
Seth: Alright.
Wild Bill: “Montana” Ok with
you?
Seth: The only other nickname
I ever had was “Sloth.”
Wild Bill: Don’t seem to
fit.
Seth: Choice was among the
seven sins. I guess I got out
before the others surfaced.
Wild Bill: Camp looks like a good
bet.
Seth: My wife and boy are with
her people in Michigan. I hope I
can bring ‘em out soon.
Wild Bill: They’ll get the Sioux
making peace. Pretty quick you’ll
have laws here and, every other damn thing.
Seth: I’d just settle for
property rights.
Wild Bill: Will ya? I’m recently
married myself.
Seth: Is that
so?
Wild Bill: The Missus operates a
circus. She’s in Cincinnati. Waiting for word of my
success.
Seth: Sol
and I put our last sifting cradle aside for ya. Why don’t you go ahead and use it,
Bill.
Wild Bill: What slows me down is
thinking about freezing my balls off in a creek for the cocksuckers I’d lose the
gold to at poker. I’m flat out
tired.
Seth: Turn in. I got her covered.
Wild Bill: I believe I will. ‘Night, Montana.
Seth: ‘Night,
Bill.
Wild Bill: My pop called me “Kite.”
(waves)
(Bill’s room at the Hotel.)
Utter: I’s
supposed to leave for Cheyenne two damn hours ago.
Wild Bill: What kept ya,
Charlie?
Utter: You don’t fuckin’
sleep! I don’t know what the fuck
is happenin’ to you, Bill.
Wild Bill: So ya stayed in camp to
tuck me in.
Utter: If ya don’t wanna
prospect, I can put ya in charge of that mail route I’m
gettin'.
Wild Bill: I’m doin’ what I wanna
do.
Utter: Bullshit!
Wild Bill: Some
goddamn time, a man’s due to stop arguin’ with hisself. Feeling he’s twice the goddamn fool he
knows he is, because he can’t be something he tries to be every goddamn day,
without once getting to dinner time and not fucking it up. I don’t wanna fight it no more. Understand me, Charlie? And I don’t want you pissing in my ear
about it. Can you let me go to hell
the way I want to?
Utter:
(With his back to Hickok, nods.) Yeah. I can do that. (Gets up to
leave)
Wild
Bill: Good luck in
Cheyenne.
Utter: Good luck to you too,
Bill.
(Morning.
Al is watching Dan leading a horse back to camp, with Brom’s body slung
over it.)
EB: You know me, Al. I don’t scrutinize or second-guess. Hm. Ha. If you wanted
to explain why I’m to buy the Dude out of
a worthless claim I’d surely listen.
Al: Jesus Christ.
EB: What is it?
Al: The Dude musta had some kind of
accident.
EB: (With Al at
the window) My
word.
Al: Looks dead, don’t
he?
EB: Yes.
Al: See my reasoning was, get the Dude his
money back. Keep him from askin’ in
the Pinkertons.
EB: Appears now that’s
unnecessary.
Al:Make the offer to the
wife.
(Alma
Garret has seen Dan bringing back Brom’s body from her window. She makes herself a drink. Knocking at
door. She opens the door, and Dan
is there. Alma walks past Dan ,
goes downstairs and into the street wearing only her nightgown .
(Back at
the Gem)
EB: Al? Once that dope fiend, throws her skirts
over her head and hightails back to New York, you think she’ll give one wet fart
about what happened at this camp?
Let alone send the Pinkertons out.
And twenty thousand’s a lot of money.
Al: Let me tell you. Several things, EB: First, twenty thousand dollars
is a lot of money. Second, it’s my…fucking…money. Third, the widow being a dope fiend
might let matters rest. But Fourth,
when this camp has a lot more to offer me than twenty thousand dollars as long
as I don’t get killed by the fucking Pinkertons, why take the chance?
Go see to the grieving
fucking widow.
EB: Alright,
Sir.
(Alma
approaches Brom’s body, places her hand on his head. Dan is standing near, EB
approaches.)
EB: Mrs. Garret? What a tragic turn. Do you require Doctor Cochran? To treat your terrible
grief.
Alma: Yes.
I would like to see the doctor.
EB: Of course, who wouldn’t? I’ll get him right
away.
Alma: Ask him?
Before he sees me please, to examine my husband’s injuries. I’d like his opinion on how they were
sustained.
EB: I assume your husband died in a
fall.
Alma: All I asked you to do was to get the goddamned
doctor.
EB: Of course, Madam.
(Alma comes
back to Dan.)
Alma: Is that what happened,
Mr. Dority? A tragic turn? A terrible accidental
fall?
Dan: I’m sorry, ma’am.
Alma: Oh, yes. (Goes back
inside)
EB:
(To the horse) Come on,
Stupid.
(Bullock, still working, sees EB bearing Brom’s body away.)
(At the Gem, Dan speaking with
Al.)
Dan: She wouldn’t have
nothin’ to do with me, Al. She told
EB, to have Doc go over the body. You think he smells the
gold?
Al: Nah.
EB’s too busy sniffin’ what he can steal being go-between. Whereas you, Dan,
You
show me foresight and loyalty, the way you handled makin’ the
find.
Dan: Just know when I’m outta
my depth.
( Doc Cochran’s)
EB: Amateur. Comes on a lark to dabble, and falls to
his death from a ridge. Yet the
widow suspects foul play. (Doc and EB
carry the body to a bed inside) I know Al wants her
leaving here with as least of a sour taste in her mouth as possible,
Doc.
Doc: Well, wouldn’t you expect her
husband’s death to be sour on her tongue no matter how it happened. (Examining
the body)
EB: Question’s whether it’s fate she blames,
or people in the camp. What’re you
lookin’ for?
(Hardware
store )
Sol: Mornin’, Seth. When’d ya get up?
Seth: I didn’t go to sleep. Woman that newspaper man pointed out to
us yesterday just lost her husband.
Sol: Ah, fella bought the gold claim at
Swearengen’s saloon?
Seth: Inn keep just took the body down to the
Doc’s.
Sol: (Looks up
at Seth’s work) You weren’t twiddlin’
you thumbs over night, were ya?
(Doc and EB enter the Grand Central Hotel and go up
to Alma’s room.
EB: I’ve brought the
doctor.
Alma: Please come in,
Doctor.
Doc: I’m very sorry ‘bout ya
husband---
Alma: (Interrupting) Was he murdered,
Doctor?
Doc: I was told that he fell
from a ridge. He had skull
fractures consistent with that. Not
been wounded by bullets nor strangled.
No other sign of foul play.
Alma: Leaving how he came to
fall.
Doc: As to that I have no
opinion.
Alma: And yet, in treating me, you were so
full of opinion. You took the most comprehensive
view.
Doc: I said you needn’t make up symptoms
to get the laudanum you want---
Alma: Perhaps you don’t feel,
at such perfect liberty to opine, on my husband’s case as you did on mine. Do other considerations constrain
you? Do other
men?
Doc: I do not know how your husband’s
skull got caved in. You’re a bright
woman, aren’tcha? Must’ve gone
through hell here. (Sits a bottle of laudanum on the table) Go on home,
Mrs. Garret. (Doc leaves, closing the door)
EB:(In the hallway, to
Doc) What’s her mood? (Doc ignores him)
Alma: (Crying, she has smashed the laudanum on the
floor. There is a knock at the
door) Who is it?!
EB: Mr. Farnum, Mrs.
Garret. May I be of further
service?
Alma: Once I’ve determined my plans. I’ll certainly need a
coffin.
EB: I’ll see to
it.
Alma: Thank you.
(More
knocking)
Alma: What is
it?!
EB: Would you open the door, ma’am? I’d like to say something to your
face. (Alma eventually opens the door) I’m overcome with remorse, Mrs.
Garret, that I failed to change the course of events. It was me your husband outbid for the
claim. If it will simplify your
situation in any way, I renew my offer at twelve thousand. I know it won’t bring him
back.
Alma: No.
We both know that. You’ll
have your answer shortly.
EB: Alright, Madam.
Alma: (After EB leaves, Alma goes to Hickok’s door
and knocks. Jane opens the door)
Is this Mr. Hickok’s room?
Jane: Who’s
askin’?
Alma: My husband’s just died, under suspicious
circumstances--
Jane: Suspect someone
else. When Bill’s killed a man, he
says so and states his reasons.
Alma: I don’t suspect him. My husband had tried to engage Mr.
Hickok just before his death, and I thought, though they hadn’t come to terms,
perhaps Mr. Hickok would be willing, to advise me on my current situation. I’d pay whatever fee he thought
appropriate.
Jane: To talk to ya?
Alma: I’ve no one else in the
camp.
Jane: I’ll get him. He’s sleepin’ one
off.
Alma: Thank you.
Jane: I’m sorry. About your
husband.
Alma: May I ask your name?
Jane: Jane.
Alma: Thank you, Jane.
Jane: Ah, wait in your room. It, it’ll take him a while to get the
phlegm situated.
Alma: Alright.
(Bella
Union)
Cy: I’m sure you don’t need
me explainin’ a place like ours, a Doc in frequent attendance can, sew the seeds
of doubt.
Doc: All depends on your standards of
hygiene.
Cy: We want ‘em shiny. Make no mistake.
Doc: There’s a wide range of
normal.
Joanie:
Friday and Saturday
mornings and the mid-week day of your choice will be right for
us.
Doc: I can, I can work that
out.
Cy: So what does Swearengen
pay for a visit?
Doc: Twenty dollars for a routine call. All girls in.
Cy: Ah, and what’s his idea of routine? Once every three or four months? Ha. Anyway, how’s ah…fifty dollars a visit
sound. Three times a
week?
Doc: Done.
Joanie: Lubricants.
Doc: Well, armed and ready,
Madam.
(Man walks into the
BellaUnion)
Andy
Cramed:
Thanks very much.
Cy: Howdy.
Andy: Howdy, yourself. You the operator?
Cy: Cy Tolliver.
Andy: Name’s Cramed. I’d like a room. I’d like exclusive use of a safe, and
I’d like to shoot some dice.
Cy: I’d like to think this is the first
day of a looooong friendship, Mr. Cramed.
We’ll get you a room. If
you’ll step into my office, we’ll meet your needs for a safe. Help you with your
luggage.
Andy: Suitcases go to the room.
Cy: ‘Spect you’ll keep the
valise.
Andy: Keep what you expect to yourself and you’ll
improve our chances at that friendship.
Cy: (To Andy, once they are inside his
office) Young man.
Andy: How are you, Cy? Done some good work on this
place.
Cy: Eddie’s work.
Joanie:
Hey,
Andy.
Andy: Hello, Sweetheart. So, let’s go. Let’s get something
working.
Eddie: We could rob Cy.
Cy: Ha.
How ‘bout a bath first and a nap and, some sex with an unfamiliar
woman?
Andy: Sure.
Eddie: Signal when ready,
Commander.
Andy: If I didn’t make my point, I’d like to get
somethin’ fuckin’ workin’.
Eddie: Sure, Andy. (As Andy walks
away)
Cy: How’s Andy
look?
Joanie:
Like he
spent three weeks on a wagon.
(Gem)
EB: I’m optimistic, Al. And she’s promised a prompt
reply.
Al: I thought she’d say yes on the spot. You did offer her the whole
twenty?
EB: How can you even ask me
that?
Al: EB?
EB: I offered twelve.
Al: Did I ask you to play her? Can’t you follow one simple fucking
instruction?
EB: She will take the twelve, Al, and be happy
to get it. And all you’ll have to
decide is how much of the eight you saved should go to me.
Al: You’re incorrigible.
EB: I do my best.
Al: Ah, go weigh the twelve. She says yes, there should be something
in this for you.
EB: Hint at the amount.
Al: Don’t get ahead of yourself, EB. When she signs the bill-of-sale, you
come back here and sign it over to me.
EB: (Snorts, laughs) It is your twelve
after all.
Al: Once all that’s done, you
should walk out of here with two thousand.
EB: Fair recompense.
Al: For saving me money in spite of
myself.
(Grand
Central)
Alma: I suggested to my husband
just last night that we should try to view our time here as one experience
bought at a single price. Even now
he’s murdered I feel that.
(Turns) To s…to stake the boundaries at, at just that fact is
impossible. For, for one, this camp
hasn’t any laws or, courts. If it
did I’ve no evidence. I, I’d have
tried to take the thing all whole if they hadn’t offered on the claim. To receive their money, would be a
separate matter, make me an accomplice of another sort.
Wild
Bill:
How have you been an accomplice ‘til now?
Alma: A wife, inevitably feels, she’s had some part
in what befalls her husband. I’m
answerable hereafter on different terms.
I need, to know what I’d be selling them.
Wild
Bill:
You don’t believe the money’s to keep the Pinkertons away.
Alma: Why pay me?
If it were, a ransom to keep the Pinkertons off, why not pay Brom instead
of killing him?
Wild
Bill:
It’s this saloon operator you think is pulling the
strings?
Alma: Al Swearengen. It was, certainly he manipulating
Brom.
Jane: The slimy limey
cocksucker.
Wild
Bill:
Alright, ma’am. True
sounding’s not guaranteed, but…I’ll try for a feel of the
bottom.
Alma: What shall I pay you, Mr.
Hickok?
Wild
Bill: I
prefer you pick the figure.
Alma: Is one hundred dollars
enough?
Wild
Bill:
Perfect.
(Hickok walks downstairs
and across to the Gem Saloon. EB
follows. Merrick is watching from
his table in the hotel restaurant. Once inside the Gem, Hickok goes to the
bar.)
Wild Bill:
Whiskey.
(Dan brings a shot.
Johnny head upstairs EB and Merrick
walk in. Then, in Al’s office, we
see Al &
Leon.)
Al: And how’d they take to
the craps game?
Leon: Like chimps at their first fire. (Knocking
is heard. Johnny comes
in.)
Johnny: Downstairs.
(Downstairs)
EB: Thank you, Dan. (After
being poured a drink)
Al: I’m Al Swearengen, Mr.
Hickok. In the last few days I’ve
been locked in my room weeping, searchin’ my memories, as to where my path
might’ve crossed yours previous.
And as to how I might’ve given offense, that you stay in this camp not
fifty feet from my joint and never once walk in.
Wild Bill:
No
poker.
Al: Is it that simple? Dan, dismantle the titty corner and set
up a poker table.
Wild
Bill:
Not necessary, Mr. Swearengen.
Al: I always felt poker slows a joint’s
action. Been a liquor, pussy, and
faro man my entire fucking career.
But certain people are due respect.
Wild
Bill:
This man Garret who fell off the rocks.
Al: The eastern dude.
Wild
Bill:
His widow’s had an offer on his claim from that innkeeper sitting in the
corner. But she’s reluctant to
sell. ‘Til she understands what’s
behind it.
Al: Why have you asked
me?
Wild
Bill:
She believes you’d know.
Al: Her husband came here with childish
ideas. Bought himself a gold claim
with me an honest broker. Claim
pinches out, which will happen. But
he can’t take that like a man, has to blame somebody. Seller’s left camp, so he picks on
me. Says he’ll bring in the
Pinkertons if I don’t offer restitution.
I got a healthy operation and I didn’t build it brooding on the right,
and wrong of things. I do not need
the Pinkertons descending like locusts.
So I bend over for the tenderfoot cocksucker. Reconnoiter your claim fully, I
say. And then, if you’re still
unhappy I will give you your fucking money back. And the tenderfoot agrees. Just as he’s finishing his reconnoiter,
cocksucker falls to his death, pure fucking accident. But up jumps the widow in righteous
fucking indignation. Wants the
doctor to examine him for murder wounds.
My visions of locusts return.
I see Pinkertons coming in swarms.
Wild
Bill:
Commissioned by the widow.
Al: Who I recognize is grieving. And has better intentions probably than
her hold on the truth.
Wild
Bill:
How’s the inn keep come to make the offer?
Al: Under bidder on the sale I brokered. Still believes in the
claim.
Wild
Bill:
Even though the gold is pinched out?
Al: Well, this camps expanding. We’ve already had one hotel close. He sees the property as real
estate.
Wild
Bill: I’ll
take this back to the widow.
Al: I only hope you show it to her in a
favorable, fucking light.
Wild
Bill:
What’s that worth to ya?
Al: What?
Wild
Bill:
The light I show it in. What’s it
worth to you?
Al: Why Wild Bill.
Merrick: (Sitting in the
corner at the table with EB) They certainly don’t appear to be at
odds.
(Hickock’s
room)
Jane: What happened to this
little one was the same exact cocksucker.
(Alma looks confused) Um, seems he was the one pulling the strings
in your husband’s fleecing and gettin’ him killed. This Swearengen operated the road agents
that done for this little one’s people.
Alma: Oh, poor child. To lose her family, to see them
slaughtered.
Jane: Very same cocksucker.
(Knocking)
Wild Bill:
It’s
Bill. (Comes in) You stole
off on me.
Jane: I had to come in here to look after the little
one and I thought she might want me present.
Alma: Yes, I, I’m very
grateful.
Jane: Didn’t happen to put one right between the
shithead’s eyes now did ya, Bill?
Wild
Bill:
Unless you need the money right away, Mrs. Garret, I’d defer a decision until
someone honest and competent did a second reconnoiter.
Alma: May I commission you?
Wild
Bill:
Some question my fitness on either count, but I’ll guarantee ya I’m not
competent. I do know someone I
trust to ask.
Alma: Please do.
Wild
Bill:
Name’s Bullock. I’ll go talk to him
now.
Jane: How’d ya leave it with the cocksucker,
Bill?
Wild
Bill: On
terms he’d understand.
(Al and EB at the
Gem)
EB: Al, watchin’ you, even at
a distance, was a pleasure and privilege.
Al: If she don’t come back to you with an
answer inside an hour, you pay a call on her.
EB: But Hickok’s an ally, right? I mean if that wasn’t a damn ally
leavin’, my eyes completely deceived me.
Al: An hour, EB.
EB: Yes, Sir.
(Ellsworth comes into the
Gem, goes to the bar)
Ellsworth: Pour me a drink. And ask me the key to a long
life.
Dan: What is
it?
Ellsworth: Most important human
quality for a person to reach old age.
Dan: I’ll buy the drink if you tell
me.
Ellsworth: Same as a dog keeps his
nose. Don’t poke it where it don’t
belong.
Dan: Wise words.
Ellsworth: A lesson hard come by,
but thoroughly learned. Somethin’
else I know. My knowin’ what I
know, and somebody else knowin’ it, is two entirely different
things.
Dan: I’m near losin’ your trail,
Ellsworth.
Ellsworth: Say somebody thought I
saw somethin’ I shouldn’t have.
Dan: Whereabouts?
Ellsworth: On a ridge. A man, pushed off or whatever the hell
else. If it meant my leavin’ camp
to prove I could mind my own business, it’d be a friend who told me that. ‘Stead of throwin’ me to the pigs, is my
whole philosophy and outlook. Make
use of it as you will.
(Tom has joined Al at the
bar)
Nuttall:
W-Well,
well if he, if he was here sealin’ a appearance arrangement then I’m glad it was
you that tied him up, Al, and not that new fuckin’ operation. W-What with them fancy signs and cleaned
up women, w-where I heard he was gamblin’ all night.
Al: We made no appearance
agreement.
Nuttall: Well, uh…you and, you
and Hickok--
Al: No.
Nuttall: Oh, I see. Well, I mean because his game at my
place yesterday was this far from comin’ to lead. Him and this droop-eyed hooplehead. And I had to shut it down. I mean if that gives him offense or
umbrage, well, I mean I can’t worry about his plans, or as far as where he
decides to gamble elsewhere, or this new joint overwhelms the
camp.
Al: We made no agreement. (At this point Al
has already started walk back upstairs)
Nuttall: W-whata you think of the
new joint?
Al: Nice sign.
Nuttall: (To himself) This
far from fuckin’ gunplay.
(At Nuttall’s #10 Saloon,
Jack McCall is at the table with Stapleton and another card
player)
Jack: Jack
fuckin’ high! That’s what I
have. I bet every fuckin’
cent.
Stapleton: Miracle to me is you, sit here
braggin’ about it.
Jack: I ain’t braggin’, or braggart, or
blowhard. I state a fact. I live by a fact—
Card
Player: Anyways, it’s
over.
Jack: Yeah, you believe that because you’re a
walkin’ fuckin’ cunt. With your
cunt, your eye, movin’.
Card
Player: No matter how your day’s goin’,
Jack, you’re always fun to talk to.
Jack: Gimme a buck then, Lou. You send me off for a meal. Gimme a buck. See which part of you gets shot. Because that—I possess a fuckin’ gun
that I didn’t bet.
Stapleton: I’ll pay ya five dollars
for that gun sight unseen. ‘Cause
what you need Jack is a stake to make your comeback. That’ll getcha out of this, brown study
you’re in.
(Con reaches over and
pulls a price tag off Jack’s suit)
Jack: What’d you take off of
me?
Stapleton: Tag, from your new
suit.
Jack: Alright, then.
Stapleton: Name a price. If it’s close to fair I’ll pay
it.
Jack: For the suit?
Stapleton: For your
gun.
Jack: No, I believe not. I believe no. (leaves
hastily)
Card
Player: He too is God’s
handiwork.
(Tom Nuttall enters and
walks over to the card table)
Nuttall:
Oh,
double fuckin’ solitaire. Where’s
your fuckin’ ball gowns? Bring
a bunch of chips over here and lets get a poker game goin’!
(laughs)
(Seth, Hickok and Sol at
the hardware store)
Seth: I don’t know this
camp. I’d have to bring someone
from Montana.
Sol: Would the widow give it that much
time?
Wild
Bill:
Yeah, she would. She don’t wanna be
stupid or fool. Wants to stand up
for her husband better’n he stood up for himself. Not that she ought ta stick
around.
Seth: Far as that goes, she could sign a proxy.
(Jack McCall has walked
by and is standing in the distance watching Hickok.)
Wild Bill:
There’s
her hundred in it, and what that saloonkeeper gave me, if you’d wanna take it
on.
Seth: Alright.
Wild
Bill: I
guess she’s alright. ‘Til that
saloonkeep decides I can’t be trusted to betray her
interests.
Sol: Trust ain’t his long suit. She ought ta be lookin’ for a wagon
(Climbs ladder).
Wild
Bill:
Thanks for the favor, Montana.
Seth: Sure.
(Gem
Saloon)
Dan: I like Ellsworth,
too.
Trixie: There’s a difference between talkin’ a
lot, which Ellsworth does enjoy, and oversteppin’ it.
Dan: He don’t get in other people’s
business.
Trixie: Then what are we talkin’ about,
Dan?
Dan: Well, my own standards as to who’s
reliable ain’t the same as Al’s.
Trixie: So Ellsworth has to leave camp over the
difference?
Dan: Yeah, he does if it’s that or kill
him. He said tell him if those was
the choices.
Trixie: Don’t you do it.
Dan: Which?
Trixie: Either.
(The view pans up and
then cuts to Al and EB standing near the handrail
upstairs.)
Al: Asks a bribe for
somethin’ he never intends to do, takes my hundred and fifty, then tells her not
to sell.
EB: Why are you so sure he told her not to,
Al?
Al: You went back there. You knocked on her
door.
EB: She said Hickok reported to her his
conversation with you. But she
wasn’t prepared yet to give me an answer.
Al: Does this make sense to you, huh? She pays Hickok to come talk to me. He goes back tells her to sell. And then she says she needs more time to
make up her mind. HMMM!! That idiot couldn’t put one in his
ear.
EB: If you’re talkin’ about Tom Mason, I’d say
that’s water under the bridge.
Al: And I’d say Hickok has to die if I have to
kill him myself.
EB: Jesus, Al. Jesus. With all that’s goin’ on? I mean how would it sit with the widow,
for one thing? How would that
dispose her toward us?
Al: Let me pose you a question, EB, you
fucking cunt! Someone comes at ya,
what’re you supposed to do about it?!
EB: And I’ll pose you a question back, Al
Swearengen! If a friend or at least
a professional colleague has a mistaken impression of who’s comin’ at him, and
who isn’t , what’re ya supposed to do then?! Huh?!
Al: You don’t think he’s comin’ at
me?
EB: I don’t think Hickok’s comin’ at ya,
Al. No I don’t. I think you’re a man with so many
different responsibilities, you sometimes get feelin’ beset. And in that frame of mind, take things
personal.
Al: I’d sooner the cocksucker was dead. Simplify workin’ the
widow.
EB: We don’t get to choose the world we live
in.
Al: Bella Union cocksuckers to worry about and
every other damn thing…
EB: You got a full
plate.
Al: (Rocking slowly back and forth against
the handrail) I need to fuck somethin’. (EB contemplates the floor. Al calls down to the common area floor)
Trixie! Hey, hey, hey! Get the bottle.
EB: That’s usin’ your old noggin, Al. Getcha self some relief. Let the world do it’s own
spinnin’.
(Trixie, down at the bar,
motions to Dan quickly and discreetly, towards
Ellsworth)
Dan: Don’t be pointin’ your
fuckin’ thumb for me, Trixie. Me
and you done talked that subject out.
Ellsworth: (calls out)
What’s new, Dan?
Dan: Nothin’.
Ellsworth: No news at
all?
Dan: If I had somethin’ to tell you, Ellsworth,
one way or another, I’d tell it to ya.
Ellsworth: Well, then I reckon I’ll
have another drink.
(A room at the Bella Union, Andy Cramed is in bed with the shivers. A knock is heard at the door.)
Andy: Who is it?
Joanie: It’s
Joanie.
Andy: Wait a second, honey. Give me just a second. (After trying
to get himself together in the mirror, opens door) I fell
asleep.
Joanie: I broke up three cat
fights, Andy. Girls wantin’ to give
you a bath.
Andy: I fell right the hell to
sleep.
Joanie: You ready to meet some
strange?
Andy: Tell you the truth Joanie, I’m—feelin’ out of
sorts.
Joanie: Well, you had a long
trip. And I’ve heard worst
confessions
Andy: That’s the gospel truth, which I hope you’ll
keep to yourself.
Joanie: Yeah, sure I will,
Andy.
Andy: I feel fuckin’ unwell to
myself.
Joanie: Why don’t you lie back
and let me get your boots off?
Andy: I don’t think you should touch me, honey. That’s the gospel on that
score.
Joanie: No girl in the world ever got sick pullin’ off a pair of boots, Andy. But if you want, I won’t take more liberties.
(Downstairs, Cy, Eddie, and Merrick are talking)
Cy: Fifty dollars an
issue.
Merrick:
Well! Ah, frankly, Sir, that, that would
purchase your advertisement an amount of space wildly incommensurate with the
accompanying articles.
Cy: See, I never heard that
word in my life!
Eddie: That’s his trade,
Cy. He’s a
wordsmith.
Cy: Ha! Do you shoot craps, Mr.
Merrick?
Merrick:
Excuse
me? Oh, oh, oh…no, ah, no. I haven’t shot the craps in some
time.
Eddie: Perhaps
never?
Merrick:
If
you’ll keep my secret, Sir. No,
I’ve never shot them. Um, maybe
that would make an article, ah, “Man Learns to Shoot the Craps.” (At this
point Cy notices Joanie coming down)
Cy: Well, we’re agreed on
fifty an issue.
Merrick: Have we actually agreed,
ah. I feel almost duty-bound to
remonstrate you, Sir--
Cy: Three months in advance, Eddie. Fifty an issue.
Eddie: Let’s see the man with the
cash.
Merrick:
Seriously?
Cy: Don’t let him take your money, Mr.
Merrick, while he’s teaching you this game.(To Joanie) Who did you give
to Andy?
Joanie:
Nobody,
he’s poorly.
Cy: Does he need a
doctor?
Joanie: Maybe he
does.
Cy: Goddammit! I told you I didn’t like the way he
looked! (To one of his guys) Stand outside room eight. Nobody in or out. (To another)
Get the Doc. Tell him, someone
fell. (To Joanie,
angrily) I told you.
(Alma Garret and Hickok sitting in Alma’s
room)
Alma: Thank you, for your
help. I’ll look forward to Mr.
Bullock contacting me.
Wild Bill:
May I
ask, ma’am, when you’d expect to leave the camp?
Alma: I’m not
certain.
Wild Bill:
Bullock
is honorable, Mrs. Garret. You can
trust him to see to your interests.
Alma: He couldn’t come more
highly recommended.
Wild Bill:
You
know the sound of thunder, don’t you, Mrs. Garret?
Alma: Of-of
course.
Wild Bill:
Can you
imagine that sound if I asked you to?
Alma: I can, Mr.
Hickok.
Wild Bill:
Your
husband and me had this talk. And I
told him to head home to avoid a dark result. But I didn’t say it in thunder. Ma’am. Listen, to the thunder. (Gets up slowly to leave) Very
good luck to ya.
Alma: Thank you, for all your
help, Mr. Hickok.
(Doc Cochran enters the
Bella Union)
Cy: Thanks for comin’,
Doc.
Doc: The boy said someone
fell.
Cy: Room eight.
(Hickok’s room. He is seated at a table writing a
letter, when someone knocks)
Jane: It’s Jane,
Bill.
Wild
Bill:
Come ahead.
Jane: Feel this little one’s
forehead.
Wild Bill:
Fever
and you’s parted ways, young lady.
Sophia: (Speaking in her
native tongue)
Wild Bill:
Did
she just ask to borrow money?
Jane: (Laughing) Anyways, How’d it, How’d
it go with Bullock?
Wild Bill:
He’ll
help the widow.
Jane: Good for him. Good for you. Did ya tell her
so?
Wild
Bill:
Umm. (Nods yes as he tickles Sophia)
Jane: Do ya think she’d want
company?
Wild
Bill:
I bet
she’d enjoy yours.
Jane: Maybe she’d enjoy, feelin’ the little one’s
forehead. (Laughs) You’re probably enjoying your damn privacy with,
Charlie headed for Cheyenne.
Wild
Bill:
I’m writing my wife.
Jane: Why didn’t you say somethin’, damn you? (to Sophia) Owe you a
penny.
Wild
Bill: So
long, Bill.
(Al’s bedroom at the
Gem. Al is fucking
Trixie)
(Andy’s room at the Bella
Union. The Doc is
there.)
Doc: Alright, breathe big
breaths.
Andy: (Gasping) Oh, my back! Oh, my aching
back…
Doc: I’m on—I’m gonna get you
somethin’ to ease that.
Cy: What’s he got, Doc?
Doc: I guess.
It’s his back is what he landed on when he fell.
Andy: My back is split and
broken.
Cy: I don’t know what he landed on. Wait, who said he
fell?
Doc: Course, if little pussy sores rise up on
his trunk and his face, more likely he’s got other
trouble.
Andy: (Deliriously) Oh, give me a game, how I
ache.
Joanie:
Okay,
Andy.
Doc: I’m gon’ give ya somethin’ to ease
that.
Andy: You lost your friend in a
fire?
(A busy street, Hickok is
walking)
(On Chink’s alley, Jack
McCall is seated and eating.)
Jack: Hey! Hey, Winkie. Hey, wait a minute. Does that look American to you?
(Holds up what looks like a chicken foot) Naw, this ain’t…People don’t
eat this shit! (Drops a piece of
food) It touched… (Pulls the corner of his eye, mocking the passing
Chinaman) Meow, meow.
(Nuttall’s #10
Saloon. Someone
chuckles)
Poker
Player: Aw,
hell.
(Hickok enters, pays for poker chips. The only seat
open at the table is the one with it’s back to the door. Bill studies the layout
very briefly than sits with his back to the door.)
Wild Bill: Boys.
Card Players: Howdy,
Bill.
(Alma, Jane, and Sophia
in Alma’s room)
Alma: My
father was the best company, from the time I was ever so little. Problems or, difficulties or even
sadness, no such thing. Not
permitted. The evening I was
presented to society I—I found out later, he’d been able to attend only by
physically fleeing some dismal legal difficulty. In that sense my marriage to Mr. Garret
was a tremendous solution.
Tremendous. At the ceremony
I remember father whispered to me, “Darling, I can never repay you for what you
are about to do, but…I can repay every on else.” And he said, “To think of you with
him,
in that God forsaken place! It’s
almost unbearable.”
Jane: Meaning, your husband.
Alma: And I said, “Maybe he’ll
die.”
(Al finishes with
Trixie, then sits up and takes a drink.)
(Seth and Sol are again shown, adding the wooden
siding to the store)
(Back to Nuttall’s #10. Jack McCall walks in and shoots an
unsuspecting Hickok in the back of the head.)
Jack: Take that, damn you! (Brandishes his weapon and
flees)
(The others pursue and catch him. We see Bullock walking out. He seems to sense something about the
gathering commotion. In Alma’s
room, Jane and Alma’s faces are profiled side by side as they look out the
window. Jane begins to back away
slowly with an apprehensive look on her face as she heads down to the
street. At the Gem, Al has risen
from his bedside and is watching as McCall is jostled about in the crowd. EB observes from the doorsteps of the
hotel. Jane is now out on the
street and comes upon Stapleton.)
Jane: What
happened?
Stapleton: He shot Wild Bill Hickok.
(In the
street, a Mexican rider comes through town waving the severed head of an
Indian. People stand around
transfixed by what they are seeing).
(Bullock
walks through the door of the #10 Saloon.
He goes over to the fallen Hickok, and drops to his knees. Jane arrives, looks at Hickock and grabs the nearest bottle. With
tears in her eyes, she downs the entire bottle. Tears well up in
Bullock’s eyes.)
The
End
Written by Elizabeth Sarnoff
Directed by Alan Taylor
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
Cy Tolliver: Powers Boothe
Leon: Larry Cedar
Sophia: Bree Seanna Wall
Andy Cramed: Zach Grenier |
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
Joanie Stubbs: Kim Dickens
Con Stapleton: Peter Jason
Eddie Sawyer: Ricky Jay |
Transcription last updated on 02/06/2007 | |
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