Episode 2 – “Deep Water”
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(Open as EB emerges from the hotel pushing a
wheelbarrow full of laundry –towards Mr. Wu’s. We see Tim Driscoll’s dog come running
after him. When EB gets to the pig
sty, we see Mr. Wu, he watches EB approach.)
E.B.: “Washee” (Holding up some of the
linens)
Mr. Wu:
"Washee”
(EB reveals the body of Tim Driscoll in the cart
under the
linens.)
EB: “Eat-ee” (Camera pans to the pigs, EB points to the
barking dog) His doggy, them “eat-ee” too, or, “eat-ee” him yourself, you
leering heathen.
(Al’s
bedroom, he and Trixie are sleeping – Al sits up, Trixie remains asleep. We hear the chattering of the
lumberjacks outside, Al gets up and pisses in his chamber pot. He looks out the window and sees the men
fell the tree. He spots EB
approaching. Al picks up the gun
Trixie left on his bedside table – Trixie opens her
eyes.)
Al:Is
this for me?
Trixie:Brought it for you.
Al:Get
out.
(On the street – one man is talking excitedly to
another.)
Hoople
head: Pointed the gun at him! Boom, shot him right over there! That’s the guy over there. Him and Wild Bill got the guy right in
the eye.
(Seth is
shaving outside the hardware tent.
Sol approaches him.)
Sol:You
touch that hotel’s kitchen, Seth?
Seth:
I’ll meet you.
(The
Reverend is standing over an
unfinished casket, Johnny looking on.)
Rev: Men like Mr. Seth Bullock there raise the camp
up.
Johnny:Yeah, a fella to be put in that box might argue with
you, Reverend.
Rev: Ah, Mr. Bullock did not draw first. And I, point to his commissioning me to
build the departed a coffin and, and see to his Christian
burial.
Johnny:Well, any idea of the departed’s
name?
Rev: Ah, in his effects I found a letter
addressed to Tom Mason.
Johnny: Well, I
know a Tom Mason. But that feller,
keepin’ cool in the creek, that ain’t him.
Rev: Which, having prayed, I decided to
open. The sender, Mrs. Walter Mason
writes, “I’ve asked your brother Ned, to bear this to you.” From which I
conclude the…departed’s name is Ned.
Johnny: Ned
Mason, huh?
Rev: Perhaps the Tom Mason you know is
the dead man’s brother? If he is in
the camp he should be notified.
Johnny: No, I
ain’t seen Tom around.
(Gem
saloon, Al is decsending the stairs)
Al: Coffee!
EB: Mornin’, Al.
Al: I’d like someone to tell me what in
fuck is goin’ forward in this camp?
EB:Tim
Driscoll’s checked out. I can tell
you that much.
Al: Left you hotel, has
he?
EB: Moved to Wu’s pig
sty.
Al: What was that shootout
about?
EB: At sunup?
Al: Yeah, at fuckin’
sunup!
EB: Far as I heard, Al, Hickok, and one of
them hardware guys you’re renting to, threw down on the fella brought word in of
that squarehead family that was massacred.
Suspected he was in on the kill.
Al: What’s it to Hickok or that hardware guy
either how them squareheads come to die?
EB: I couldn’t agree with ya more.
(Jewel
approaches with
coffee.)
Al: If you don’t stop draggin’ that fuckin’
leg.
Jewel:(To EB) Coffee?
EB:
I might have one cup. Did you know one squarehead lived? (Al looks at EB – very serious.) Little squarehead girl? They took her to the
Doc’s.
Al: What condition?
EB:I
don’t know, Al. If she was to live,
wouldn’t she have a story to tell?
(Al looks at EB
again.)
(Doc’s
cabin. He gasps as he wakes up –
goes over to Sophia, who is on the bed.
He checks her forehead and her cheek. Outside, Jane is
sleeping
against the Doc’s cabin. Doc
approaches her – touches her arm.)
Doc: Wake up.
Jane: How’s
that little one?
Doc: She’s still among
us.
Jane: I’m askin’ you
what her prospects are?
Doc: If her wounds don’t fester, she might can
have a fightin’ chance.
Jane:
Good.
Doc: (Sees Seth approaching) None of that to
him.
Jane: Oh,
he’s alright.
Doc: Not a word.
Seth: Mornin’.
Jane:Mornin’, Bullock.
Seth: I was wonderin’ how that child
fared?
Doc: Iffy, touch and go. I’m not
optimistic.
Seth: Has she
spoken?
Doc:
She’s not conscious. Be surprised if she ever
is.
Seth: I’d like
to hear which ever way it goes. (Turns to leave)
Jane: If you see Bill Hickok, or that sore asshole, Charlie
Utter, could you tell him I looked to the stock?
Seth: Sure,
I’ll let him know. (Seth leaves, Doc turns to go
inside.)
Jane: You’re wrong not to trust him. He formed a party that found that little
one among all the dead of her family.
Doc: Didn’t he? And didn’t he also shoot a man he
suspected in the murders? And if I were to confide in him when you
circulate my optimism, I mean, wouldn’t he say, “When the little one speaks,
you’ll see I was right, not the Sioux killed her family, but road agents? And supposing it was road agents, and
they hear his talk, where’s the little one stand then?
Jane: You got a dark
turn a mind.
Doc: I
see as much misery outta them movin’ to justify their selves as them that set
out to do harm.
(Seth is
walking along the street – Bill Hickok is inside the restaurant as Seth passes
by the window, about to enter the restaurant.)
Utter:
Same
dead roach in the same damn biscuit.
Wild
Bill: He stuck to his
position.
Seth:
Mornin’.
Wild
Bill: Mornin’, Montana. (Bill reaches for the coffee, shaking,
seeing this, Utter grabs the coffee pot and pours it.)
Utter: Joe?
Seth: Much
obliged. (Reaches his cup over Wild Bill.) Your
friend asked me to say she’s looked to your stock.
Wild
Bill: Thanks.
Seth: She’s
back now watchin’ over that child we found. Far as her chances, the Doc’s not
optimistic.
Wild
Bill: From
the look of him, you think that Doc’s been wrong once or twice in his
life?
Seth: Maybe
once or twice.
Utter:
We’ll likely be by your tent
later.
Sol: (Sitting at a table across the room)
Good!
Utter:
Get Bill here outfitted with
some prospectin’ gear.
Sol: Yes, Sir. (Bill and Charlie sit down across the
room.)
Wild
Bill:Don’t do that,
Charlie.
Utter: Do
what?
Wild
Bill: Trumpet my intentions. Herd me like a damn
steer.
Utter: Ain’t you here
to prospect gold? If you’re just
gonna gamble, Bill, let’s get it set.
I’ll arrange appearance money for you at one of these
joints.
Wild
Bill: That ain’t gambling. It’s shilling for the
house.
Utter: It’s getting’
you a regular damn source a income.
So’s this don’t wind up like Cheyenne. (Bill gives Charlie a
look.)
Seth: What offer should we make at the purchase of that
lot?
Sol: Ah, the barber next to us paid 600
for his lot 10 days ago.
Seth: Seller’s
market.
Sol: Mmm-Hmm. I’d say we’re well bought at 750 we
don’t go past a thousand.
Merrick: (Approaching) Ah, ah, may I ah, join
you?
(Sol
gestures to the table – yes why the fuck not? Merrick sets his coffee and breakfast
plate
down. Wild Bill looks over at
Merrick, he is annoyed at his presence.)
Merrick:
Well, Mr. Bullock, after the
events of last night, for an ink stained wretch like myself, finding you and Mr.
Hickok here in the same dining room is luck indeed.
Seth: I don’t
want to talk about last night’s events.
Merrick:
Um, alright, fair
enough. I know how to pocket my
notebook, sir. The same wretched
biscuits.
( Alma
comes down the hotel
stairs.)
EB: Mrs. Garrett?
I hoped you slept well.
Alma: As it happens,
I did not.
EB: I’m very sorry. Do you require the
doctor?
Alma: Yes. Please.
EB: Certainly, Ma’am, of course. (Alma puts money down on the counter.)
Sorry you’re poorly again.
(Alma
enters the restaurant, all the men rise, Charlie last. She nods, they all sit.)
Merrick:
That is Mrs. Alma
Garrett. Whose husband, I’m told,
standing at the bar at Swearengen’s saloon, (Alma reaches for coffee, shaking.)
purchased a gold claim last night, for $20,000. (We see Wild Bill watching
her.)
Sol: We rent our lot from Al
Swearengen.
Merrick: I’m not surprised to hear it. Tim Driscoll, the claims seller, lives
here in this hotel. He, ah, (lightly) must be sleeping in. (Seth raises his brows and looks at
Merrick.)
(At
Garret's claim, Brom is in the creek shoveling gravel from the stream. Dan is behind him,
watching.)
Brom: Ah. Do
you mind?
(Dan holds
out a bucket for Brom to dump the gravel into. We see Ellsworth on the other side of
the creek behind
Brom.)
Ellsworth: Mornin’, boys!
Brom: Good
Morning!
Dan: Ellsworth.
Ellsworth:
Name’s Ellsworth. I hear you bought these
digs.
Brom: Brom Garrett, how do you
do?
Ellsworth: My claim’s next one over.
Brom: I
see.
Ellsworth: You
cleanin’ up any yella?
Dan: Day’s young.
Brom: How ah,
how are things running at your claim?
Ellsworth: Made my
quota for whiskey, pussy and food.
Dan: Then you best get on down to the
Gem, Ellsworth.
Ellsworth: Further benefits will only benefit
the faro dealers.
Brom: This exact spot showed a fistful of
nuggets two nights ago.
Ellsworth: Well,
don’t weaken, Pilgrim. Twix nuggets
are nothin’, she’s usually gonna show you some flake. (Dan looks at
him.)
Brom: Thanks for the encouraging
words. (Ellsworth leaves, Brom puts another shovel
full of silt into Dan’s bucket.) She hasn’t even showed me any flake. Oh hell.
(Gem
saloon, Johnny is with Al.)
Johnny:
Well, I doubt that, Reverend,
I say. The Tom Mason I know, is
nowhere near here. But what I was
thinkin’, is damned if Al didn’t center shoot the Bull’s-eye. It wasn’t Sioux killed them
squareheads. But it was Persimmon
Phil, Tom Mason and that croaker headed for his coffin is probably some fucked
up younger brother of Tom’s, named Ned.
Al: Listen to me, go get Doc
Cochran.
Johnny:And I never tipped the thumper to none of it,
Al. I played it dumb as a pile of
rocks.
Al: Go get the Doc, say I want him to
see to the whores.
Johnny:Alright, Al.
(Turns around to leave) ‘Scuse
me fella. (Walks past
Seth.)
Seth: Mr.
Swearengen.
Al: Yeah, that’s
right.
Sol: Sol Star.
Seth: Seth
Bullock.
Sol: Rent on lot four. (Puts a money on the bar in front of Al.)
Al: Lot four?
The hardware boys, hmm?
Here, I wanna buy you fellas a drink. How’s business on that lot? Hell of a spot isn’t it? Any more foot traffic you’d have to call
it a riot. Now, I’m turning back
slow. Nothin’ in hand but this
whiskey bottle. (Seth looks at Al then Sol and back.)
Well, I heard you’re not a man I want mistakin’ my
intentions.
Seth: Who says that?
I’d like to ask ‘em what they mean.
Sol: That fella drew on Seth this
morning.
Al: Never heard different.
Seth: No one mistook his intentions.
Al: Let’s leave it all alone. I am stupidest when I try to be funny.
There you go fellas. And these are
still free. (Pours another round) Sorry for hittin’
a nerve, huh?
Seth: We’d like to make an offer on that lot we’re
rentin’.
Al: Sell my back teeth for the right
money.
Sol: Would 600 get the job done?
Al: I guess before I made a price I’d want to know if you
boys have unnamed partners?
Seth: Why?
Al: I think specifically Wild Bill Hickok. Didn’t you and Hickok act together in the street
this morning?
Sol: No, we just met Wild Bill
Hickok.
Seth: What
business of that is his?
Al:
You mean what business of mine is
that?
Seth: Don’t
tell me what the fuck I mean.
Al: Not a tone to get a deal
done.
Sol: Can we sort it out at another time? Thirsty people comin’.
(Persimmon
Phil and Tom Mason enter the
Gem.)
Al: Sure.
Yeah and you and me’ll find our proper stride, huh?
Seth: Alright.
Sol: Good luck on the days
trade.
Al: Well I won’t wish you luck ‘cause I can
tell you ain’t the type that needs it.
Sol Star, right? That’s a
Jewish name. Mine isn’t, but nice
to meet you, son, huh?
Sol: Pleasure.
Al: Marked you for an earner the minute you
come in my sight. (Sol and Seth head
out.) Jew Bastard. Ah, two wayfarers when I’d heard you
were three.
Phil: How you
doin’, Al?
Al: Shall we all, let’s drink
upstairs?
Tom:I can
be persuaded.
Al: Will you have a whore, Tom, or you still
stayin’ true to that heifer?
Tom: It’s over ‘tween me and
her.
Phil: Oh, Tommy
went sweet on a buffalo down by Yankton.
(Laughing)
Al: Where’s brother Neddy, anyway?
Tom: Ah, fuck if I know tha fucker. I’ll take her (He spots Trixie).
Al: Pick another.
(On the
street, Seth and Sol are walking back to the tent.)
Seth: I don’t like that sonofabitch.
Sol:Thank
God you didn’t let him see it.
Seth: Calls me
loose with a gun. Was he
there?
Sol:We’ll
just get the lot bought, Seth, and have nothin’ more to do with him. (We see Rev. Smith waiting for them to get
closer.) Buy the lot and we’ll give him wide berth.
Rev: I’ve acted on your commission, Mr.
Bullock. Built a coffin and dug a
grave.
Seth: Thank
you.
Rev: Will you join me, now for the burial
service? (Sol smiles and nods
“yes”)
(Grand
Central, in Wild Bill and Charlie’s room.)
Utter:
All I was sayin’, Bill, ‘til
ya start your prospectin’ if you’re gonna gamble, let’s get you protected a
little.
Wild
Bill: I know what you were
sayin’.
Utter: The extra
business you bring a joint, interruptions you stand for or folks wantin’ to glad
hand, that all deserves compensation.
Wild
Bill: Don’t shop me to those places,
Charlie.
(Knocking
on the door – EB, still standing behind the closed door…)
EB: E.B. Farnum, gentlemen. Mr. Utter’s room is ready.
(Charlie
gets up.)
(EB –
unlocking the door to Charlie’s new room.)
EB: Clean, and thoroughly aired. (Charlie enters) The previous guest was
Irish. (EB jokingly taps Charlie on the arm –
Charlie just looks at him.) No tip necessary, sir. I operate the hotel. (Hand over the key to Charlie – he grabs it,
EB leaves and as soon as he’s over the threshold Charlie closes the
door.)
(Alma's room, Doc is there)
Doc: I’ve replenished your supply of medicine.
Alma:
Thank you, Doctor. I’ve very
grateful for your attention. I only
wish my symptoms would subside.
Doc: If I were to tell you, that I would see to you
requirements whether you had symptoms or not, do you suppose that would help you
to heal?
Alma: I don’t know
what you mean?
Doc: I believe you do, madam. I believe we understand each other. There are people in this camp in genuine
need of my attention. Make this
adequate to your purposes for the next…several days.
Alma: Well, Thank
you, Doctor.
(Al’s
office, he and Persimmon Phil are drinking, noises from the next
room.)
Phil: Listen to Tom carrying on in
there.
Al: Yeah, bad luck he wasn’t here
yesterday.
Phil: Yeah,
what’d we miss?
Al: Squarehead family I could’ve tipped you to
headin’ back to Minnesota.
Phil: They well
off? Worth still tryin’ to catch,
are they?
Al: Sioux already caught up with them. Did from last night on the road to
Spearfish.
Phil: Heathen
cocksuckers. So we missed a good
score there, did we?
Al: Keep lyin’…and I’ll murder you in that
chair.
Phil: (Puts down his glass) I’m gonna tell you
what happened, Al. And this is the
God’s honest truth. (Al raises an
eyebrow) We come on that family by accident. Nobody was tryin’ to hold out your end
or anything of the sort or, conceal a goddamned thing. That’s your end right there. (Takes a pouch out of his inside jacket
pocket, puts it on Al’s desk.) Weighed to the ounce. Ah, my problem was we didn’t clear this
with you and you know how you get, Al.
I mean, you know that yourself.
But, my problem was, bringin’ up the subject. But ah, that’s all weighed out
there.
Al: You know why I get how I get?
Phil: Yeah,
y-you wanna see over the job, you don’t like loose ends. I appreciate that.
Al: (Leans forward) Don’t like messes, ah,
things done half-ass, bags of shit left to hold.
Phil: There’s no loose ends here, Al. I’ll guarantee you that much, right
now.
Al: ‘Cause I got a whole operation here to
consider.
Phil: (Hears Tom moaning and pounding away some
more, he chuckles.) Listen to Tom.
Al: One
of the squareheads lived.
Phil: No.
Al: No?
Phil: I’m
sayin’ that’s pretty hard to believe.
I believe ya, but ah, we seen to ‘em pretty good.
Al: They brought it back to camp, it’s over at
the sawbones.
Phil: Is it
talkin’? I mean, can it speak
English? “Cause when we was seein’
to ‘em, they was all screamin’ in squarehead, Al.
Al: Where’s Ned Mason?
Phil: That’s a
fuckin’ story right there, Al. If
you knew, the fuckin’ problem.
Well, when, when it comes to squareheads time, he spooks and runs
off. Tom’s and my hands as full as
they was doin’ what we had to do, so, God knows where he got off to. That’s your cut there, that reflects
he’s out. There’s no cut
there—
Al: He came here.
Phil: (Sighs) No.
Al: Say
no again, I’ll murder you where you fucking sit.
Phil: He swore
he’d head to Cheyenne.
Al: Yeah, but here’s closer, isn’t it? All you cocksuckers go for the easiest
chance.
Phil: So where
is he now?
Al: Where he is now is he, stirs the whole
camp up, last night with his massacre story, ‘til I’m givin’ liquor away and
cunt at half price, just to keep my crowd controlled. Party makes up from Nuttall’s to ride
back out to Spearfish, Wild Bill Hickock and those two guys walk past you
downstairs saved the squarehead kid, tell Ned to stick around ‘til they see what
the kid has to say about him.
Phil:
Wild Bill Hickok?
Al: And Ned, throws
down.
Phil: Against
Wild Bill Hickok?
Al: Against Hickok and this other cocksucker,
who draws almost as fast so it’s a toss up who blew Ned’s head
off.
Phil: Christ,
Al, I-I’m, I’m really sorry for the bother.
Al: Yeah, so you let Ned run you leave a
squarehead alive and me to clean up the mess and those are the only loose ends,
huh?
Phil: I want
you to have my share. I swear to
fuckin’ Christ, Al.
Al: I don’t want your fuckin’ share. And I don’t want that kid tellin’ people
in English, or squarehead or drawin’ fucking pictures in the shit with twigs
about, how it wasn’t Indians that killed her people but white! (Smacks Phil across the head, knocking his
chair over. Grabs Phil by the collar.)
This camp could be up for grabs, now God knows what these cocksuckers
are up to, Hickok and the rest, or what I’m gonna have to do about it. And just when I need to keep my head
clear, you give me these bags of shit to hold! I should cut your fuckin’ throat,
Phil!
Phil: Al,
please don’t cut my throat. Let me
help straighten this
out.
(Tom Mason
bursts into the office, stark naked, holding his dick.)
Tom: This snatch is branded’! (Laughing – Al still has Phil by the collar,
pinned down on the floor – they both look at Tom, frozen in place.) What,
what happened?
Phil: Ah,
tipped over.
Al: And I’m helpin’ him up. Put your iron away now,
Tom.
Tom:Ah,
not yet! Burned it at the flag T!
(Heads back to the whore’s
room)
(Doc's place)
Johnny: (Knocking – yells through the door to
Doc) Doc, you’ll get me in dutch
with Al!
Doc: (Jane is
wrapping Sophia’s legs, Doc watching) Just another damn moment! (Turns back to watch Jane again.) Don’t
put any pressure on it, just lay it on light.
Jane: It
looks like I’m pressin’, I’m not.
I’m not puttin’ any goddamned pressure!
Doc: That’s very good. That’s very good.
Johnny:
Doc!
Doc: I gotta go.
Jane: I expect care
for them whore’s business areas is a big damn part of your income. ‘Sup, this is what you want me to
do?
Doc: Ah, yes. And don’t let anyone
in.
Jane: Believe me,
anyone tries gettin’ in here is not you is gonna be damn fuckin’
sorry.
Doc: Alright. (Goes to the door, puts on his
hat.)
Jane:
I may not let you
back.
(At the cemetery.)
Rev: Our Christ, as he was crucified addressed the thief
who was hanging by his side. Verily
I say unto thee, this day, shalt thou be with me in paradise. Your ways are not our ways, oh
Lord. We abide the just and the
unjust alike under your tearless eye.
Tearless, not because you do not see us, but…because you see what we are
so well. (Seth raises his brow, the Reverend shuts
his eyes and looks to the sky) Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the
world, send your angels to welcome this body into paradise. Lamb of God, who takest away the sin of
the world, grant this soul eternal rest.
Amen.
Sol: That’s a real generous perspective,
Reverend.
Rev: And don’t we need all the generosity we
can get?
(Seth
smiles, he and Sol pick up the shovels and begin to cover the casket with
dirt.)
(Al’s
office, Al is pouring a drink for Tom Mason, Al has his arm around Tom’s
shoulders.)
Al: They butt into other people’s business and make the
business of others their own, these bought out no good
cocksuckers.
Tom: What, Hickok you’re talkin’
about?
Al: Oh, fuckin’ bigshot that he
is.
Phil: Big
fuckin’ shot when he’s standin’ in front of ya.
Al: One in his ear from behind I’d like to see
how fuckin’ tough he was.
Phil: That’s
right, cocksucker.
(Rapid
knocking on the office door, Johnny enters.)
Al: Anyway, rest his soul.
Phil: That’s
all.
Johnny: Condolences, Tom.
Tom: He’s gone Johnny. I don’t think you ever did meet
him.
Johnny: Ah,
no. Doc’s
here.
Al: (Gets up, grabs his jacket) Fuck
Hickok! And what he did to you poor
fuckin’ brother, huh?
(Whore’s
room)
Doc: This is festered, because you won’t take a flame to
your damn needle.
Whore
#1: I do Doc, every time before I use
it.
Doc: Stop lyin’.
Whore
#1: Anyways, I’m
quittin’.
Trixie: They say
you’re lookin’ to a little one, Doc.
Doc: How’s that ointment
workin’?
Whore
#2: It’s nice and cool on me, Doc. (Rubbing her
snatch)
Doc: I’m tryin’ just a little bit more lanolin in it. (Al enters)
Whore
#3: Hey, give me a dollop of that! (Puts it on her
pussy)
Al: How’s that pussy lotion feel? Should I try some on my
ass?
Doc: Al.
Al: Will she live?
Doc: Let me look at your
belly.
Whore
#3: I didn’t know you cared,
Doc.
Doc: Will who live, Al?
Al: Norwegian kid, how many children you
carin’ for?
Doc: I’m not optimistic.
Al: I see.
Doc: Where are you in your
moons?
Whore
#3: About two weeks
along.
Al: She speak English? I mean, what’s she gotta say for herself
anyway?
Doc: She hasn’t said a word, Al, or been
conscious for a second.
Al: Oh, too bad. She could settle who killed her people,
road agents or Sioux.
Doc: I don’t know nothin’ about that, does that
hurt?
Whore
#3: Little bit.
Al: If she does see, Doc, that’s the
point. She could settle
it.
Doc: I doubt she’ll settle anything, Al. I doubt we’ll even know what language
she spoke.
Al: Give those girls a good goin’ over,
Doc. Look to ‘em like they’re your
own.
Doc: Don’t tell me my job or how long to do it
in. I can see to them. And I can see to the way I’m goddamned
able, and that’s all I can goddamned do!
Al: Ooh, what’s your time of the month,
huh?
(Al leaves,
Doc goes over to Trixie to check out her face.)
Trixie: Are you poorly, Doc?
Doc: Don’t worry about me, I know what I
am. What I’m
not.
(The
street, Al is walking to the Doc’s cabin, Alma watches from her hotel
window. Al enters the
cabin.)
Jane: What do you want?
Al: Doc asked me to see your
patient.
Jane: What for? What do you know about it? Who the fuck are you?? (Al looks at her and walks right by her)
Hey, don’t you fuckin’ ignore me!
(She hits his back and he turns
back around).
Al: You don’t want to interfere with
me.
Jane: You think I’m
scared of you?
Al: Sure you are. If I take a knife to ya, you’ll be
scared worse and a long time dyin’.
Jane: I ain’t scared
to die. I ain’t scared of
nobody. (Al chuckles and turns back to the bed where
Sophia is still asleep) Hey, you, you, you get away, get away from her! Le-le-leave that little one alone! Leave her alone!
Al: (Picks up Sophia’s wrist and pinches the
inside of it – Sophia’s eye pop wide open.) Hello.
Jane: (Crying)
Leave her! Leave her. Leave her, leave her alone,
you cocksucker! Do it to me if you
have to! (Al walks past Jane –
leaving).
Al: Why would I do it to you? (He leaves and Jane breaks down in
tears.)
(In the
street, the Doc is returning from the Gem and sees Al leave his
cabin.)
Doc: Did you hurt her?
Al: No.
No, Doc. But she’s better
than you thought. Her eyes are
open.
(Doc
hurries to his cabin. He enters and
Jane is sitting on the edge of the bed, crying.)
Jane: I
fell apart. I couldn’t look out for
the little one. Fucker looked at me
and I fell apart in front of him.
Doc: Alright. You’re not the
first.
Jane: No, I’m not
the first. Who said I was the
first? You think he’s the fuckin’
first? I’ve been fucked
plenty! And tougher fucks than he
was and little than her by plenty!
They fucked me plenty! So
you can go fuck yourself! (Sobbing)
Doc: Go on, head on.
I’ll look after her.
Jane: Was he a road
agent? Was he among them that did
for her family?
Doc: He owns the Gem
saloon.
Jane: Then what’s it
to him if she can open her eyes?
Doc: You go on ahead.
Jane: Does road
agents work for him?
Doc: I’ll take care of
her.
Jane: I’m sorry, I
apologize.
Doc: You got nothin’ to apologize for. You gotta gift for this. You cared for her real
good.
Jane: Don’t be
mean.
Doc: No.
You got a gift. (Jane leaves)
(Brom
enters the Grand Central Hotel.)
EB: Mr. Garrett?
How was your day at the digs?
Brom: It was a mixed
experience, Mr. Farnum. My claim
retains every bit of its promise but, I’m afraid I’ve injured my
back.
EB: All that twisting and
turning.
Brom: It’s
wrenched at least and I feel worse.
I may not be cut out for this sort of…activity.
EB: Oh, many aren’t
Brom: Under the
circumstances, perhaps I should reconsider.
EB: What, Sir?
Brom: I refer to
your offer on my gold claim.
EB: My
offer?
Brom: Last night, Mr. Farnum, before witnesses, at the Gem
saloon you offered 16,000.
EB: I see.
Brom: I’m
prepared to reconsider.
EB: I have a confession to make, Mr.
Garrett. I have a weakness for
spirits.
Brom: You
saying you were drunk last night?
EB: I must’ve been, sir. I black out and, no memory at all of my
actions. Please ignore any offers
made while in my condition.
Brom: And yet
you didn’t seem drunk?
EB: I suppose that’s why I’m such a
danger to myself.
(Al’s
office.)
Dan: Jesus Christ Almighty, Al.
Al: Far as that sewer mouth friend of Hickok’s
playin’ nurse, you can tip her over with a feather.
Dan: But a little girl? It’s hard on my conscious.
Al: Or we could let her spread work that folks
(Phil enters) got road agents to fear
more than Indians, breed mistrust one white for another throughout the whole
fuckin’ camp. That’d be another
option, is he ready?
Phil: Ah, huh,
Tom’s ready, Al, but he’s awful drunk.
I-I don’t trust him to pull it off.
Al: Not a bank job, he walks up to the
cocksucker, puts one in his ear.
Phil: Ah, he
keeps runnin’ that mouth like he is, Hickok ain’t gonna let him get close
enough. (Knocking)
Al: Who in fuck is it? (Johnny enters)
Johnny: Them hardware guys is askin’ for ya, downstairs,
Al.
Al: (Grabs his pocket watch and looks at it)
Tell ‘em I’ll be fuckin’ down.
(Does a shot) Pour coffee down
Tom, because he is goin’ out tonight to murder that sonofabitch. (To Dan) Where do you and me
stand?
Dan: We’re alright.
(Al
leaves)
Phil: What are you supposed to do?
Dan: Grabs his hat)
Nothin’.
(At Doc’s,
he’s sitting next to Sophia, rubbing her head)
Doc: Don’t ever say nothin’ to no one. I don’t know if you can understand me,
but if you can don’t show it.
Sophia:(mumbling)
Doc: If you gotta talk, talk like that. (Gets up and grabs his shotgun, checks that
it’s loaded, and sits back down.
Doc hears a horse neighing and looks up.)
(Downstairs
at the Gem)
Sol: See if this makes sense to you, Seth. I do the talkin’.
Seth: Fine with
me.
Sol: Some people don’t get along. They have business to do with each
other, they find a way around it.
Seth: Don’t talk to
me like I’m five, Sol.
Al: Boys.
Seth: Evenin’
(Stands up) Sol’s got my
proxy.
Al: Me and him, we should talk without
you?
Seth: That’s
what it means.
Al: What’s your partner so mad about all the
time? (Trixie gets
up)
Sol: He’s not mad.
Al: He’s got a mean way of bein’
happy.
Sol: As far as offerin’ on your lot, Mr.
Swearengen, we’d probably go 750.
Al: You’d probably go a
thousand.
Sol: Say we would. Does a thousand get it
done?
Al: My concern, Sol, you don’t mind if I call
you Sol?
Sol: Please do.
Al: My concern, anything can happen under a
tent. I mean a hardware operation
can turn into a gambling joint.
Ain’t that right? (Trixie stands
next to Seth at the bar.)
Sol: That’s not gonna happen, Mr.
Swearengen.
Al: Sell to you boys outright, I could be
installing my own eventual competition, in the prime location, with the “A”
number one man killer the west holding an unnamed piece of the
action.
Sol: We met Hickok by coincidence. He’s not an unnamed
partner.
Al: Now so you say. But a camp like this, Sol, no law or
enforceable contract. I mean, you
gotta watch a man a while ‘til you see what his word counts for. (He looks over Sol’s shoulder to Seth, Sol
turns around to look too.)
Trixie: Would you like some company?
Seth: No.
Al: Say we value the lot at a thousand; you
boys give me 500, and whatever you should put that tent to between now and the
first snow, I’m in for half the net.
Come October, we finish the deal, all knowin’ each other
better.
Sol: Seth won’t accept it, Mr.
Swearengen.
Al: I thought you had his
proxy.
Sol: Just up to a
point.
Al: See, that ain’t my sense of proxy. That’s what I’d want these few months
for, ‘til we agreed what things meant.
Sol: I’m telling you, we’re just a
hardware operation.
Al: You heard my offer. (Sol gets up and joins Seth at the bar,
Trixie sits down with Al.)
Trixie: He didn’t wanna drink, and he didn’t wanna
fuck.
Al: Anyone or just you? (Trixie huffs and takes a
drink)
Sol: We pay 500 now, he gets 50 percent of our net ‘til
the first snow. Then we buy out the
rest of his interest.
Seth: No.
Sol: It’s a great location, Seth. He wants to be sure we don’t turn it to
gambling or that Hickok’s not in with us.
Seth: I won’t
be partners with him.
Sol: We wouldn’t be after
October.
Seth: I
won’t be partners.
Al: Trixie (cocks his head for her to leave, Seth
approaches) See, you got Trixie all distressed. She wanted to give you a
ride.
Seth: A
thousand, now. If anyone in that
tent, or the building we put up, turns a playin’ card, or pours a drink, or
offers a woman’s services you get title back and keep our fuckin’
money.
Al: What makes you talk to me in that
tone of voice?
Seth: I’m makin’ a
counter offer.
Al: You come into my camp, rent my lot, within
six hours; you blow in a guy’s eye, with Wild Bill Hickok backin’ your
play. Next day I’m supposed to sell
you the lot, put you in business without askin’ who the fuck you are or what the
fuck you’re doing here?
Seth: Far as
what happened in the street, with Bill Hickok bein’ involved, that was a turn of
events.
Al: A what?
Seth: It was a
turn of events.
Al: Oh, a turn of events. Your partner calls it a
coincidence. So what with this
coincident and turn of events staring me in the fuckin’ face and five other
fuckin’ things I’m supposed to be payin’ attention to, I still make you a
sensible proposal and you answer by insulting me in my own
joint.
Sol: Seth didn’t mean to insult you, Mr.
Swearengen.
Al: You stay out of this. You don’t know nothin’ about this. You weren’t here and you don’t have his
proxy, so why don’t you do whatever you people do when you’re not running your
mouths off or cheatin’ people out of what they earn by Christian
work?
Seth: You
don’t wanna be talkin’ that way.
Al: Oh, don’t tell me how to talk in my
own fucking place! And
here’s my counter offer to your counter offer. Go fuck yourself! (Seth and Al stare at each
other.)
Sol: Seth. (Trixie
approaches)
Al: Get him away from me.
Trixie: Mister. The best bath and blowjob you ever had’s
not twelve steps up them stairs. (Their
still staring at each other) Mister!
(Seth
pushes his way past Al and leaves with Sol.)
(Alma is
brushing her hair in front of her vanity mirror)
Brom: I may as well confide in you,
Alma.
Alma: Of
course.
Brom: I’m
beginning to feel we’ve been duped.
Our gold claim may be worthless.
I’m beginning to think that even, Al Swearengen’s name should be added to
the conspirator’s list.
Alma: I know how
disappointed you must be.
Brom: I
know. I told you I’d believed I’d
found a friend in Al. As I now look
back, Al not only presided with the sale, he facilitated my involvement at every
turn.
Alma: Well, I-I-I
suppose a community such as this…attracts a certain kind of
man.
Brom: Alma, I’ve mentioned to you,
exchanging hellos with Wild Bill Hickok in the hotel
hallway?
Alma: Yes, y-you
said ah, he seemed very friendly.
Brom: Very friendly. In the hallway and on the stairs. Do you suppose, we might enlist him to
our cause?
Alma: D-Do you
t-think that that’s the sort of thing that he does?
Brom: For
a fee, a percentage of the monies recovered, I’d say that’s exactly his
line.
Alma:
Mmm.
Brom: I
may well include the name of Al Swearengen when Wild Bill and I
confer.
(Seth and
Sol are walking down the street)
Sol: This camp is a going concern. We could secure our futures here.
Hardware could just be a start.
Seth: Camp
needs a bank.
Sol: Camp also needs a bank, is exactly damn
right. Seth. If you see all the possibilities why get
sidetracked by that saloon keeper?
We just wanna buy his lot.
Seth: What
about what he called you?
Sol: I been called worse by
better.
Seth: Get it
in writin’ from that sonofabitch.
We buy the other half in October.
Sol: Just leave it to me.
Utter: Ah..ah.. Uh…ah…ah. (looks over at Seth and Sol)
Evenin’.
Seth:
Evenin’.
Utter: Um, Bill and
me didn’t make it to your tent today.
Seth:
Tomorrow’s another day.
Utter: Ah,
prospect. His express purpose
comin’ to this camp. Make a, his
stake for his new wife. His
idea. Don’t suggest buyin’ a shovel
or a siftin’ cradle. Un-uh. (farting) Ah, uh-oh.
Ah.
Sol: Anyways, have a good
evenin’.
Utter: What’s
your secret, Bullock?
Seth: What do
you mean?
Utter: You got some
ah, Bill’s qualities but then you got somethin’ he’s missin’. Get along with people, turn a dollar,
look out for yourself. He don’t
know how to do that. You see what
I’m sayin’? So, I like to know your
secret so’s then I can tell it to Bill.
Seth: I don’t
know any secrets.
Utter: Don’t tell me
if you don’t want, I mean, find occasion and tell him yourself. He likes you. Just don’t wait too long. (They look at each other, Charlie turns and
walks back to the wall.)
(At
Nuttall’s #10, Bill is playing cards with Con Stapleton, Jack McCall and another
man. Persimmon Phil and Tom Mason
are sitting on the other side of the place, watching.)
Phil: How you feel?
Tom:One
more shot, and I’ll be ready to take that cocksucker. Maybe one more cup of
coffee.
(Seth and
Sol enter and approach the bar.
Nuttall pours them a drink – at his table, Hickok does a shot.)
Wild
Bill: I’m out for a couple.
Jack
McCall: Ah, go get you some ammo
Wild Bill, a-at kinda looks down to turn.
Wild
Bill: You’re names Jack?
Jack: Yeah,
that’s correct.
Wild
Bill: What are ya in the game for,
Jack?
Jack: What am
I in it for?
Wild
Bill: If
irritating me’s the jackpot, you’ve got the job done. (Bill turns away and walks to the bar, Jack
makes a face at him as he leaves.) Montana.
Seth:
Evenin’.
Wild
Bill: Evening.
Sol:
Evenin’.
Wild
Bill: What’d be your
opinion far as me gettin’ another 50?
Nuttall: You ah,
you want another 50 in credit?
Wild
Bill: If that’s
alright with you?
Nuttall: Yeah, I
suppose so.
Wild
Bill: Play
poker?
Seth: I’m no
good at it.
Wild
Bill: You let that slow you down? Fella in the far corner to your right
intends me harm. When he makes his
move would you keep an eye on the man with him? (Seth turns subtly and sees Persimmon Phil
and Tom Mason)
Seth: You
bet.
Wild
Bill: See the fella’s I mean?
Seth: Yes, I
do.
Wild
Bill: Thanks, Montana.
Nuttall:
Wouldn’t was the water gettin’ no deeper than this, Mr.
Hickok.
Wild
Bill: Fair enough. (Turns and returns to the
table)
Seth: Stand away from me, Sol. (Turns and looks at Sol, they lock eyes for
a moment and Sol backs away.)
Stapleton: Don’t be too stupid, Jack. (Bill sits down)
Jack: I restored our bosoms!
(Outside,
Charlie is drinking. Jane
approaches with a bottle of her own.)
Jane: They throw you out?
Utter: No, they did
not! I left on my own stand. I choose to be out
here.
Jane: Well, I was
drinkin’ down by the goddamned creek outta my own fuckin’ free will. (Leans on the wall next to Charlie)
Where’s Bill?
Utter: Inside. Losin’ at cards. I-I’ll go get him but, he’d accuse me ah
herdin’ him like a damn steer. (Jane takes a drink, sets down her bottle
and starts to walk)
Jane: Someone I need to go kill.
Utter: What, who? (Starts to walk after
her)
Jane: You are not my target, but keep botherin’ me and I’ll
add you to the list.
Utter: Who’d be
talkin’ about, damnit!
Jane: Greasy-haired
limey cocksucker! That runs the Gem
saloon.
Utter: What the hell
you wanna kill him for?
Jane: His showin’
makes two different things. Between the coward and the lapse of momentary
fear.
Utter: Listen, Jane,
you listen to me! I don’t (Grabs Jane) know what in the hell
you’re talkin’ about and I guaran-fuckin’-tee, you have at that man, and you
won’t come out that joint, alive.
Jane: Oh! The sun ain’t rose on the day I pay heed
to what you say! (starts to cry)
Utter: Oh. Oh,
what is this? Oh, oh…(hugs Jane)
Jane: (Crying)
He scared me, Charlie! I ain’t been scared like that since I
was a little girl.
Utter:
Oh. Oh, Jesus.
(Jane backs
out of Charlie’s arms, stops crying, shrugs it off and walks off.)
Charlie:
Jane, where you goin’? (Goes after her)
Jane: Ah,
alright. Now, down there is Doc
Cochran’s office. (points to her left)
If that limey cocksucker (points to
her right) comes for that little girl (points to left), I got him
triangulated. If he comes from that
way (points to right) I got him, and
if he comes from that way…(points to
left) I got him. (Looks at Charlie – he joins her on the
corner.)
(At the Gem, Dan with tears in his eyes. He grabs his knife, stands up and puts it in his belt and leaves.
( Nuttall’s
#10, Bill is playing poker.)
Tom: Here I go.
Phil: No words
and no gun ‘til you’re on him.
Tom: Here I go. Revenge my fuckin’ brother.
(Tom gets
up and walks past Seth, Seth turns and keeps his eyes on Phil. Tom approaches the table and Bill draws
and fires, hitting Tom in the belly.
Tom clutches his belly and falls to the
floor.)
Stapleton: The man’s gun never left his holster, Mr.
Hickok.
Wild
Bill: He meant me harm.
Tom: You killed my brother, you
sonofabitch!
Wild
Bill: And
now I killed you.
Seth: He was
goin’ for his gun. I saw it. (We see Jimmy Irons in the background)
Stapleton: A
revenge seeker. I guess he did mean
you harm.
(Jimmy
slips out the back door, Sol looks on in horror)
(Charlie
and Jane are still standing on the corner.)
Utter:
You’re half fuckin’ blind,
ain’t ya?
Jane: Sometimes it’s
a fuckin’ blessing. (Dan approaches the corner and eyes Jane)
What the fuck you lookin’ at? (Dan
keeps walking) Like’s he’s a fuckin’ Adonis.
(Dan
approaches Doc’s cabin, wiping his tears. Doc is sleeping in the chair next to
Sophia. Dan knocks on the door, Doc
wakes up and sees Dan through the door. Doc gets up and grabs his shotgun, opens
the door.)
Dan: You go on away from here for a little while,
Doc. (Doc points his gun at
Dan)
Doc: I won’t.
Dan: Go on. You go see about the whores.
Doc: No.
Dan: You know I’ll come through you if I have
to.
Doc: Let me remind you of somethin’, Dan. If you kill me…then you are up to your
elbows in snatches, just like you were ‘fore I came to this damn camp. (Dan looking at Sophia, crying) Takin’
care of ‘em. Nursin’ ‘em, day in,
day out. Takin’ heat from Al every
time one of ‘em’s poorly. Up to your elbows!
Dan: Between that and a slit throat that Al’ll
give be if I leave that child alive, I think you know which one I’m gonna
choose.
Doc: You just go ahead and do what you’re gonna
do ‘cause I’m not movin’.
Dan: (looking
at Sophia) Jesus Christ, you’re pittin’ me against Al.
Doc: So the fuck be it.
Dan: Well, I ain’t goin’ it alone. You’re comin’ with me to make the
case.
(Jane and
Charlie, still on the corner)
Jane: (Sees Dan
walkin’ with the Doc, holding his elbow) Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ, Charlie! Have
we been asleep at the switch?
Utter:
What’s
wrong?
Jane: Why’s he got
his arm on the Doc? You with that
ugly fucker of your own free fuckin’ will, Doc?
Doc: Yes, yes, I am. (Holding hands in the “quiet down” way)
I’d
rather be lucky than smart .
(Al, in the
Gem with Jimmy Irons and Persimmon Phil)
Al: Word for word, what the hardware guy
said.
Jimmy:
The hardware guy…
Al: The hardware guy. Did you just fuckin’ tell me the
hardware guy was standing next to Hickok?
Jimmy:
The hardware guy said somethin’ like, “Hickok’s right. He was goin’ for his gun. I saw him goin’ for it,
too.)
Al: Somethin’ like.
Jimmy: My
tooth was painin’ me somethin’ awful, Sir.
But I am certain that was the gist of it.
Al: Get some dope from
Johnny.
Jimmy:
Thanks an awful lot, Mr. Swearengen.
My tooth’s about brought me to my knees. (Jimmy leaves and Phil stands alone)
Al: Tell me one thing. When that idiot made his move did he tip
it?
Phil: Tom
didn’t say Boo, Al. Hickok must’ve
just smelled him.
Dan: Al?
You’re not gonna believe what fuckin’ happened.
Al: What?
Doc:
Lunatic that runs with Hickok, just absconded with that child. Must be under his
protection.
Al: Come here. (Phil follows Al, Dan and Doc watch them go
upstairs)
(Al’s
office)
Al: You’re sure that girl doesn’t know what you look
like?
Phil: Al, I’m
confident that girl don’t know what I look like. But no, I can’t guarantee that to a
moral certainty. And I, I know you
got your whole operation here you gotta consider. And ah, you don’t need to be, worried
or, or troubled about the…well, as far as that girl recognizing me, no matter if
it’s (Al bends down to his safe) the
slimmest of the slim of possibilities.
So, so what you want me to do?
You want me to just stay outta camp and, until you deal with all
this? Why don’t I do that, Al? How ‘bout you have Johnny check under
the rock and I’ll put messages under the rock, and then I’m gonna check under
the rock, ah, every day, and see if you wanna send messages to me. (Al opens his safe)
Al: Err
on the side of caution?
Phil: That’s
ah, is that a plan? (reaches out his
hand, Al shakes it.) Hey ah, Al, think I got time to put my brand on a
little snatch ‘fore I go?
(Al grabs
him, sticks him with a knife,
twisting it and forces Phil to the ground.
Phil
grunts.)
(Dan and
Doc are downstairs, drinking – Al yells down to Dan from upstairs)
Al: Get
up here! Bring the sled. (Dan turns back to the Doc, smiles. Al slams his office door. Dan gets up.)
(In the
wagon outside of camp, Jane and Charlie are tucking Sophia
in)
Jane: (Singing)
♪Row, row,
row your boat♪
♪ gently down the stream♪
♪ merrily, merrily…♪
(To Charlie)
♪Row,
row, row your boat♪
♪ gently down the stream♪
Together:
♪merrily, merrily, merrily,
merrily life is but a dream.♪
The End
Directed by Davis Guggenheim
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 |
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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