Episode
12 - “Sold Under Sin”
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(We see Al on his balcony, Dan brings him coffee then
retreats to the doorway)
(At the Rev. Smith’s
tent)
Rev:
My darling wife, I have 68 dollars
put by (panting) our belly cleaveth
to the earth (panting)
I hope to be home soon Amanda. I’ll
help with the cider pressing. (groaning –
seizure). Our soul is bowed to the
earth.
(Al watches troup of
calvary arrive in camp, with Magistrate Clagett)
Al (to Dan): Tell Johnny brew some coffee, open some
peaches.
(Downstairs at the
Gem)
Johnny:
Who are they?
Dan: It’s that magistrate, some with soldier
saddles.
Johnny:
Al knew they was comin’
Dan: Well, he knew somethin’ was
comin’.
Johnny:
I’d about decided he just couldn’t sleep without Trixie.
(Clagett and General
Crook enter the Gem)
Magistrate Clagett: General
Crook bear’s victory’s garland for having routed the miniconjous at Slim
Buttes.
Al: Well done, General.
General:
The first meeting out of recompense
for the massacre at the Little Big Horn.
Am I right in saying that I saw you last year in the
hills?
Al: Amongst them you gave the boot to? Said you’d see us back once the treaty
got amended.
Magistrate
Clagett: The day the general spoke of…fast
approaches, even now he’s called to Camp Robinson…
Johnny (to
Dan): (whispering) I’m waiting for Al to
collect Claggett by the scruff of the neck.
Magistrate
Clagett: He and his men would require some
resupply and respite.
Al: Stopped at the right fuckin’
place.
General:
Respite, Mr. Swearengen, short of the men becoming dissolute or drawn to
desertion.
Al: Unsaddled, allowed to gamble, roll in the
dust, hmm?
General:
But not so they’d balk at reharness.
Al: I’ll make your feelings known to the
other operators.
General: I
and my fellow officers would be grateful now for the use of the
bathhouse.
Al: Mr. Burns here’ll steer you. For those that avenged Custer, if it
ain’t to dissolute, the camp will want a parade.
General: A
parade is alright.
Al: Forego your bath a moment
Magistrate. Unless you want a girl
to sponge you while we converse. So
did young Adams deliver my message?
Magistrate
Clagett: I haven’t seen young
Adams.
Al: No?
Magistrate
Clagett: I haven’t been to Yankton. I’ve been representing the territory in
the treaty negotiations.
Al: Well, as to bribing you further for help
with that warrant against me, beyond the
5,000 you’ve already pocketed, the gist was fuck
yourself.
Magistrate
Clagett: Do now you
reconsider?
Al: No Magistrate, I do not. Not if you’ve seen Adams or if you
haven’t seen Adams.
Magistrate
Clagett: Well, that would be imprudent, Al. A failure to properly value your freedom
in the promising days ahead.
Al: Maybe you don’t value keeping your
fucking guts inside your belly enough.
Magistrate
Clagett: Those are the days behind
us.
Al: No, those are the days to my fucking
left. (motions to Dan)
Magistrate
Clagett: I didn’t generate the warrant. My disappearance won’t quash it. You can’t murder an order or the
telegraph that transmitted it, or those that are content to put food on the
table simply by being its instruments.
It can’t be done.
Al: Get the fuck out of my joint.
(In the street, Merrick is trying to photograph the
General and his officers)
Merrick:
Although this may appear to be a purely fortuitous accident, you’re not
in this Johnny Burns --- I would be less than honest if I did not admit that I
was, in fact, lying in wait, in ambush, if you will.
General:
Sir make your first effort count.
Merrick: Seconds away. Now, General, your most victorious smile…..Alright. Stern and resolute. (flash)
(Gem saloon)
Al:This bloated tick, Claggett, feeding
on the neck of the fucking Military.
Dan: I guess he bought his bag man
back.
Al: Who I
commissioned to kill him. He
proclaims their paths never crossed.
Dan: Guess he would.
EB: Can you imagine Al, that as mayor, I might
like to learn the cavalry’s in camp,
other than by comin’ upon them posing for photographs
in the goddamned thoroughfare.
Al: Calvary’s in camp,
EB.
EB: At whose
behest?
Al: The people, as
always.
EB: To what purpose?
Al: A
parade’s in the offing. They’ve had
a victory over the dirtworshippers.
Will you lead the Hosannas?
EB: Well, I suppose that’s part of
my mandate. Might’n I also
coordinate satisfaction of the forces logistical needs?
Al: I hope you charge something for your
service.
(Doc walks
in)
EB: Calvary’s in camp Doc. May I number you in the reception
committee?
Doc: Fuck
the calvary, and the committee that receives ‘em.
Trixie:
Hi Doc.
Al: (Pointing to Dan., chewing a peach) Fuckin’
Magistrate don’t go back to Yankton alive.
Doc: Trixie, seen Jewel
anywheres?
Trixie:
Common room, sweepin’
Dan: Hey Doc?
What you got in your tote sac?
Doc: Lettuce.
(back room at the Gem)
Doc: Set your broom to one side and sit
down. I said put your broom
aside.
Jewel:You
have to remove it from my clutches.
Doc: OK, Alright. I make this stipulation. You develop any stiffness or numbness,
you
report these.
You do not conceal these symptoms in order to sustain your hopes
for
the miraculous benefits of your fuckin’ boot.
Jewel:That’s my fuckin’ boot?
Doc:
You lose a leg, your other
conditions will prevent you from moving around at all,
and
I will not have you lost the mobility that you do have for the sake of a few
weeks illusion.
Jewel:I’ll report stiffness or
numbness.
Doc:
Alright. AND PAIN OR DISCOMFORT! DON’T YOU BE THE
DOCTOR! YOU REPORT THE SYMPTOMS, I WILL DETERMINE THEIR
SIGNIFICANCE!
Jewel:Don’t yell Doc!
Doc:
I am yelling because I want to make
sure you goddamn understand me.
Jewel:I
do. I
understand.
Doc:
Alright. Here’s your goddamn
boot.
Jewel:Help me put it on.
(Al’s office, Doc barges
in)
Al: Walk in unannounced is a good way to get
yourself killed, Doc. Especially as
the cavalry has us besieged.
Doc: I’m here about the minister. He’s over at my place, past my art if I
had any. He’s damn near blind and
mostly paralyzed. Past controlling
his functions.
Al: Well you’re preachin’ to the fuckin’
converted. I mean, I would’ve seen
to him, but I’ve been fucking busy.
Doc: Well, he doesn’t want to be seen to like
that.
Al: What the fuck are we talking
about?
Doc:
A
man being cared for and made comfortable ‘til he expires. Girls you put to the task, deduct your
time from my pay.
Doc: You get to care for a human being in his
last extremity.
Al: I human being in his last extremity is a bag of
shit.
Doc: Aw, FUCK YOU AL!
Al: I’ll send someone over to pick him
up.
Doc: I made Jewel a brace and a
boot.
Al: Does it allay the fuckin’ noise she makes
when she drags her leg about?
Doc: The noise bothers you so much, put
cotton in your ears.
Al: Get the fuck out of here, Doc, huh? I’m
working on my deployments and flanking maneuvers. How about the other
one?
Doc: Trixie’s fine.
Al: Johnny! Take the sled to Doc Cochran’s and
collect the fuckin’ minister and install him in the whore’s quarters. Tell that other one to make up the
fuckin’ room.
Johnny:
Trixie?
(In chink’s alley, Sheriff Stapleton and Cy look on
while Leon is picking a fight with a chinaman)
Leon: These
rags were fine broadcloth shirts before I brung ‘em to launder,
huh?
Chinaman:
six, six bits
Leon: No, no,
you told me….
Cy (to Stapleton): Looks like a deteriorating situation
Sheriff.
Stapleton:
Yup. Too frequent to be
born. Down right
intolerable.
Leon: Six
bits a goddamn piece, you hear me?
What the fuck you talkin’ about?
Look at this goddamn shit.
What is that?
Stapleton: I hope that slant eyed cocksucker’s look ain’t as
arrogant close up as it appears from this distance!
Leon:
Smells like shit. You celestials are tryin’ to wash our
shit in goddamned feces!
(Alma’s room)
Otis: Mining
gold Alma, is a different business from panning it in a stream. The machinery involved, wages, it
demands capital. If, as seems clear
you’ve determined to stay, I could see after your requirements in NY, secure
your holdings credit as its eastern representative. Would that please
you?
Alma: I – I
don’t know, Daddy. I’m not sure it
would.
Otis: Why
not?
Alma: I’m not
sure I can explain beyond saying the prospect frightens
me.
Otis: Must
the pretense of my behavior generating from paternal concern be abandoned so
quickly?
Alma: If you
acknowledge what else it generates from, I’ll not abandon the idea at
all.
Otis: From my
debts. Of
course.
Alma: You
said they’d been entirely satisfied.
Otis: They
had, entirely. Those
debts.
Alma: These are
debts you hadn’t
admitted?
Otis: No,
these are debts I incurred subsequently.
We might call them the children of t he debts
that I admitted to.
Alma: Generating
from the interest on the previous debts.
Otis: Alma,
watching you struggle with what is beneath your spirit to understand is always
painful for me. After you got me
out of debt, I got myself back in.
Alma: Having
volunteered a promise you had…wept and volunteered.
Otis:
Conceive my own disappointment.
Alma: Oh,
Daddy.
Otis: 47,000
button.
Alma:
47,000?
Otis: Has
scale doesn’t it? Certainly there’s
something to that.
Alma: Who would give
you that much credit?
Otis: My
daughter becoming a Garrett raised me in the lender’s
estimation.
Alma: I could borrow
that much against the claim.
Otis: In an
instant…and considerably more.
Alma: Alright,
Daddy. But in consideration you
will remove yourself from further connection to the venture. I’ll have that in writing before I help
you.
Otis:
No darling. You’ll
help me and you’ll have no such thing.
Alma: Get away from
her. Get away from
her!
(Dining room)
Utter:
Meal’s on me young
lady.
Joanie:
Why thank you,
sir.
Utter: My friend Jane
repaid some money I thought never to see.
Plus that two dollars some odd for Mrs. Garrett give that girl. Fines she levied against herself for
sayin’ “fuck” or the like.
(Alma comes down the stairs carrying Sophia,Alma
is looking
upset)
EB: Something amiss Mrs. Garrett? Has the Child took
ill?
Utter: I’ll give her
the money later.
(Alma bursts into the hardware store, very
upset)
Sol: Seth.
Seth: What is
it Mrs. Garrett?
Sol: Seth, I’ve got to go do
that….thing.
Seth: What is it?
Alma:
Whatever impression my father has made on you, please believe me Mr.
Bullock, who has known him longer, that he is here in his own interest and
against mine and this child’s.
Seth: I
do.
Alma: And
I need your help. I’m asking for
your help.
Seth: You
have it.
(In the street)
Merrick: Having
confessed to the miserable outcome of my commemorative effort, I’ll throw myself
on General Crook’s mercy and ask for a second opportunity.
Sol: I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t give it
to you. They love….(HW Store door
opens) To have their pictures
taken. (Runs off to meet Seth) What happened?
(Seth approaches, looking like a man on a
mission)
Seth: Get
away from me, Sol.
Sol: What is it?
Seth: Get
away.
Sol: Should I stay with her at the
store?
Seth:
Please.
(Grand Central, Otis is coming down the
stairs)
EB: Anti-meridian constitutional Mr. Russell,
or will we roll the bones again?
Otis:
It
must cost you sleep, the guests you drive off, the chances of theivin’ and
bilkin’ you lose needing to rub against your betters.
(Otis walks outside and is met by
Seth)
Seth: You and
I are gonna talk.
Otis: You
don’t account for my preferences Mr. Bullock?
Seth: I will
beat you here in the street.
Otis: First
rate thinking. My daughter’s agent
beats her father in the street.
How better to condemn Alma to deepened suspicion as to her role in her
husband’s violent death. And widen
suspicion to include yourself.
(Seth and Otis walk together into the Bella Union
while talking. Alma was watching anxiously from the store, when Joanie stops and
offers to watch Sophia. Alma proceeds to the Bella
Union)
Some
Guy: Shoot craps Mr.
Bullock?
EB: (Leaving the Grand Central) I know
what’s in the till.
(Bella Union, at the craps
table)
Otis: Were
you bullied, Mr. Bullock, when young and incapable? Now you se wrongs everywhere and
bullying you feel called to remedy?
(to Eddie) Ten lay due.
Eddie:
New Shooter comin’ out.
Otis: The
bully who oppressed your youth.
Isn’t at the table with us.
Perhaps he’s long dead.
Eddie:
Eight.
Otis: If you
would view the present with more clarity, perhaps you’d recognize that I’m not
victimizing my daughter, but merely asking for a small portion of the ample
proceeds…from her veins.
Eddie:
Seven out.
Otis: Alma is
hurt only in your particular view of things. -- (To eddie) Ten again, lay
due.—and while I’ll sign no guarantee not to return against any future claim on
her compassion, realize I do hate it here.
And if you inhale and expel pure righteousness, my olfactories are keen
to the smell of shit.
Eddie:
Six, the point is
six.
Otis: Having
heard all that, and knowing, as you must, the injudiciousness of making an enemy
of a man who could testify truthfully that 5 minutes before her marriage, he
heard his daughter wish her prospective husband dead, and who won’t shrink from
lying as to what she admitted to him on his arrival in this cesspool as to her
complicity in her husband’s murder.
I suppose you’d best take your swing.
(Seth punches Otis who falls to the
floor)
Eddie:
Gentlemen. Watch the
felt.
(Seth continues beating Otis’s face to a pulp on the
floor, long after Otis is unconscious)
Sol: Seth! Seth! Seth!
Seth:
(Standing up) Alright.
Leave this camp, and draw a map for anyone who wants to believe your
fuckin’ lies. Anyone who wants to
put your daughter or her holdings in jeopardy, you show ‘em how to get
here. And you tell ‘em I’ll be
waiting.
Alma:
(who has been watching
from a distance and made no move to intervene)
Please…see to my father.
(Chinks Alley, Stapleton has shot the chinaman in the
dispute over laundry)
(Mr Wu
Shouting)
Stapleton: Now
gentlemen stay back! This ain’t no
single shot derringer!
Leon: He
tried to blind me with that lye Sheriff.
I show him what he done to my shirts.
(Mr Wu
yelling)
Leon: Fuck that monkey noise!
Stapleton: Alright
enough! ‘Til I can sort out all the
full particulars here.
Leon: You may be a
big shot in this alley but you are less than a nigger to
me!
(Mr Wu
yelling at Leon)
Stapleton:
Quiet! Or you’ll be subject
to reprimand.
(Mr Wu
yelling)
Stapleton: Take
jurisdiction on this corpse!
(Mr Wu
yelling)
Guy:
Back off old
man.
(In the street now, General Crook has assembled his
men for a speech. Seth has gone back into the street, see’s the commotion on the
alley, and isnow watching Crook
from the crowd, standing next to a soldier who appears to be
crazy)
General:
The Sioux and the Cheyenne having burned the prairie to deny us fodder for our
mounts. Our provisions limited to
what we could carry. We turned for
the Black Hills when the rains began.
Soldier: Where
my Bay mare Sharon foundered, and he had her shot.
General:
That march through mud was a trial sent by God. And harsh necessity required of us much
suffering and great sacrifice.
Soldier:
Ate our fuckin’ horses.
General:
Continuing south, we proved out worth against the Indian. We came upon a village at Slim Buttes,
at once attacked from all four sides.
Their resistance was overcome.
There were no prisoners.
Soldier:
Paid ‘em out man, woman and child for me, havin’ eaten my
mare.
General:
And after the village was taken, we found the gloves of Captain Keogh, last seen
on his person when he rode into battle with the valiant Custer.—Captain---This
is the guidon of the 7th cavalry captured by the Sioux at the Little
Bighorn. And now reclaimed by white
men! Chief American Horse and his
village are gone, driven off. From
this day forward….
Soldier:
Where’s that cunt?
General:
Any Sioux who will not make peace at Camp Robinson.
(Stapleton approaches Seth in the
crowd)
Stapleton
(To Seth): I’m glad you witnessed
that transaction among the celestials.
You
know they’ll bow and scrape ‘til 6 of ‘em get
together, then no fuckin’ white man’s safe.
General:….to the progress of the United States, of which I am
certain this camp will soon be a part.
EB: Huzzah!
Crowd: Huzzah!
Seth
(To Stapleton): Next
murder you do on an errand, gotta take off the fuckin’
badge.
Stapleton:
Not
certain I take your inference. And
if I do, I’m not sure I like it.
(Seth takes
badge off Stapleton’s lapel and throws it in the mud)
Nuttall: Leave
it there you bought out sonofabitch.
General:
(to E.B.) Captain Bubb is the Quartermaster and commissary officer. Should he deal with
you?
EB: Exclusively. EB Farnum…
General:
(pointing) That’s Captain Bubb
EB: …Mayor, and as to procurement of
everything listed, your civilian counterpart.
Merrick: General
Crook, Uh, I believe I have you verbatim, but if you’d just grant me a moment to
confirm?
General:
Oh My God.
Merrick:
Um, “The Sioux and Cheyenne, having
burned the prairie…
(Seth picks
up the badge from the mud, wipes it and sticks it in his
pocket)
Merrick:
“denying us fodder for our mounts and provisions…..will soon be
apart.
Magistrate
Clagett: You’ll find this hotel the least of all
evils.
General:
Does it belong to that mayor?
Richardson: Yes,
but I can check you in.
Cy: General, Cyrus Tolliver. Small gesture of gratitude. I’d like you to quarter at my
place.
Merrick:
(coughing) Brothel! (clears throat) Excuse
me.
General:
Well that portion to my use would have to be closed to other
purposes.
Cy: (chuckling) Well, that’d make it a large
gesture, but uh, we’ll work somethin’ out.
General:
Send my trunk General Bubb.
Bubb: Yes,
Sir.
EB: (looking at the list he was given)
This is a tremendous number of provisions, Captain, But, of course, you’re
buyin’ for full grown men.
(Gem
Saloon, Wu enters Gem through back door, walks
upstairs)
Soldier: I won’t
do a two on one. Take turns like
white men.
Seth (to Dan): I don’t care if the whole US Calvary
walks in here, you don’t want to
pour another drink. You just want to listen to me, cause if
the man doesn’t die whose face I just broke, he’s gonna go to New York City and
tell Brom Garrett’s people it breaks his heart to say so, but his daughter had
their son murdered. He’ll tell
‘em. Knowin how he does, they won’t
want their son’s rightful property in the hands of the woman who killed
him. He’ll swear to what he heard
from her own lips, and those society people in New York City who live with their
heads up their asses anyway, will believe him. And whoever they send out here may take
up to 15 minutes before they decide that you were involved in the transaction
first to last. It must have been
you and your boss hired to push her idiot husband off the cliff. ‘Course they’ll be wrong about Mrs.
Garrett, but they’ll be right as rain about you two cocksuckers. You tell him all that
upstairs.
Dan: IF he don’t die.
Seth: If he
don’t die. I don’t think I killed
him.
Dan: Just
so I understand you, if he don’t die, you’re sayin’ the man’s luck don’t have to
hold out. Now, that’s the
message you want me to take upstairs.
Seth: I don’t
swim in that shit.
Dan: You ought to pin that (badge) on
your chest. You’re hypocrite enough
to wear it.
Seth: You just tell him.
(Al’s office)
Al: When did you start thinking every wrong
had a remedy, Wu? Did you come to
camp for justice or to make your fuckin’ way?
(Wu goes
downstairs and exits through back door)
(Johnny
drags Rev in and installs him in a whore’s room
downstairs))
(Night
time, Hardware Store)
Sol:
I’m sensing you’ve done things today
you wish you could amend, Seth.
Seth:
What
kind of man have I become, Sol?
Sol: I don’t know, the day ain’t fucking
over.
(Al’s office, Johnny, Dan and E.B have collected for
a conference)
Al: Under what provocation was that
clown-hatted card shark when he slaughtered the chink?
Johnny: I was
head-down Al, towin’ that minister like a canal mule.
Al: Well, in the aftermath, when you raised
your fucking head, did Stapleton act like a fucking frightened
man?
Johnny: More
struttin’ like a dung heel rooster.
Al: Put-up fucking job. That fucknut Tolliver’s moving on
Chinatown.
EB: That devious
fucknut.
Al: Far as this matter Bullock commended to
our attention.
Dan: Well, it’s the exact type of murder you
preach, Al. head off trouble down
the
road.
Al: You head off trouble down the road once
you’ve dealt with the trouble on it.
EB: The trouble on the road, Dan, is Al’s
enemy Magistrate Claggett’s cozy-seeming connection to the military. If genuine, Al must decide. Ought he seek some alliance with
Claggett, how ever temporary or dissembled?
Al: At least until you’re paid for the army’s
order.
Dan: They’re all in the same fuckin’
place. Tolliver, the widow’s
father, Claggett. I can take care
of all of ‘em in one fell swoop.
Al: What about half of the Calvary while your
talon’s are out, huh?
Dan: I’ll tell you, by God, you cut that
fuckin’ general’s throat, you’ll…you’ll hurry the pace of
desertion.
EB: (chuckling)
Dan: Did I say somethin’
funny?
Al: That cocksucker Claggett’s bag man. (To Dan) Moderation in all
things.
(hardware store, a couple soldiers are trading in
their equipment and buying prospecting supplies)
Soldier: Thank You
Sol: Thank you, sir.
Soldier: Much obliged.
Sol: Good Luck.
(Seth
shakes Sol’s hand and leaves)
(Bella Union room, the general , Cy, Clagett and
others are sitting for a meal)
Cy: Full respect to the Magistrate Claggett
general, eager as we are to get taken into the territory, those wheels grind
slow, while everyday in this camp and environs, tens of thousands of dollars in
gold get cleaned up, put into circulation.
It’s an environment to test the moral mettle if we was all members of
some religious organization. Which
we ain’t. (Wine is offered to the
General – he refuses) Are we sure we can’t tempt you?
General: I’m
sure.
Cy: A small fraction of your detachment left
behind, a dozen or 18 men, say, would keep the criminal element in check. Cash compensation,
unrecorded.
General: To
defend against threats from without, I suggest the camp create a militia. For civil discords and property
disagreements, have you hired a Sheriff?
Cy: (chuckling) yeah, we got one.
Magistrate
Claggett: Did you say to me earlier Mr. Tolliver,
that you imagined that the chief use of the military presence was to buttress
the Sheriff’s authority?
General: Such
indirection for a tawdry purpose.
Cy: $50,000 in Gold. I want those soldiers, General. That direct
enough?
(Seth enters the room)
Seth: May I
speak?
Cy: Mr. Bullock.
Seth: I was a
Marshal in Montana, my father served in the British Royal Army, and my brother
Robert was a Cavalryman, killed fighting the comancheros in
Texas.
General: Why are
you here Mr. Bullock?
Seth: A man
named Otis Russell is laid up in this establishment. He needs
protection.
General:
Protection from whom?
Seth: Several
in this camp. I beat him
badly. Others have reason to wish
him dead, and the camp Sheriff can be bought off for half a can of bacon
grease.
General: Well
while we’re here, I will hold Mr. Russell under protection as a gesture to your
brother’s sacrifice.
Seth: Thank
you, sir.
General: I would
add, in a camp where the Sheriff can be bought for bacon grease, a man, a former
Marshal, who understands the danger of his own temperament, he might consider
serving his fellows.
Bubb: May I
have a word General?
Seth: I’m
through. Thank
You.
General: We all
have bloody thoughts. Captain
Bubb?
Bubb: That
gopher faced merchant’s agent he’s trying for our eye teeth, general. I’d
rather we provision with the fuckin’ Sioux. I have 3 men under guard for burying
their uniforms and 5 for bartering their weapons.
General:
Bartering them for what?
Bubb: Women,
credit at the table and prospecting tools.
General: Goddamn
it. Form up the men. We’ll bivouac tonight outside of
camp. At daylight we head for Camp
Robinson.
Magistrate
Claggett: Please allow me to seek remedy in the
manner of resupply, general.
General: We move
for Camp Robinson, Magistrate, with or without your company.
Magistrate
Claggett:That I quite
understand.
Cy: 12 men General. $50,000.
General: If I
were Sheriff I’d have you hanged.
(Alma’s room, Joanie is visiting
Alma)
Joanie: I
brought these.
Alma: Are
these my father’s?
Joanie:
Collected off the Bella Union floor. Maybe model replacements after, maybe
just remind him not to run his mouth.
Alma: Miss Stubbs, will you please come
in?
Joanie: Oh,
Alright.
Sophia:
Joanie!
Joanie: Hi
Sweetheart!
Alma: We
will live though, that seems clear?
Joanie: Seems
he will.
Alma: Mr.
Bulloch was my agent in this.
Joanie: On our way
from Syracuse to Indiana so my daddy could try farming, my mama got cholera and
died. He didn’t make any better
a farmer than millinery clerk, but he had a way enough with words to get me
believing that my mama in heaven wanted me to see to his needs. And then to add to the egg money by
seeing to the men he brought, and she wanted me talkin’ my sisters into seein’
to his needs, and then to the men, ‘til he sold me to Cy Tolliver. If he was here, I’d wish a beating
mornings and evenings on my daddy, like your Pa took
today.
(Knocking
on door – Alma and Joanie startle)
Joanie:
Oh.
(Alma
opens the door, it’s
Seth)
Seth: ….Evenin’.
Alma: Good evening Mr. Bullock.
Joanie: (to
Sophia) Are you hungry honey? Why
don’t we go down to that little restaurant and have some
dinner?
Alma: Um,
Sophia. You go with Miss Stubbs for
dinner, Okay?
(Joanie and
Sophia leave, Seth closes door)
Alma: Would you like to sit down, Mr.
Bullock?
Seth: Until
your father’s well enough to travel, I’ve asked General Crook to see to his
safety.
Alma: Thank
You.
Seth: If
he were to leave once he’s well and return to act against your interest, we’ll
deal with that then…..I stand before you a married man.
Alma: Yes, to your
brother’s widow, after he was killed.
You took their 5 year old boy as your own son.
Seth:
Married.
Alma:
Yes.
(Alma and
Seth suddenly kiss and embrace passionately)
Seth: If you’d um, if you’d be more
comfortable behind the screen.
Alma: Wouldn’t that defeat our
purpose?
(Adams is entering the
Gem)
Al: Young Adams. No Satchel, No Case? But now, don’t tell me you shrunk that
magistrate’s head so you can carry it around in your coat. And that warrant against me now quashed,
just peekin’ out of his tiny mouth?
Silas: I
didn’t get the chance to kill him.
He’d left Yankton by the time I got there. And I figured I’d catch him
here.
Al: Well maybe you’re here to implement his
fuckin’ intentions against me.
Silas: I guess
you chew at it a while, you could work out how it could be that
way.
Al: Havin’ given me time as he has to escape
my angry mood, if I continue to ignore his fuckin’
extortions.
Silas: Is that
how you left it with him? He’s
comin’ back here to see you?
Al: Give you time to make up which side
you’re on, Adams. If the cocksucker
would
ever show up.
(Al goes
back to the whore’s room where Smith is housed. Johnny and Trixie have been
caring for him, as he is delirious and bed-ridden. Al enters the
room)
Rev: I, for that which I do, I allow not
for…what I would that I do not, for---what I would, that I do not,
for---
Al (to Trixie): Get out.
Rev: But what I hate, that, too, I---now, if
I would do what I would not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth
in me.
Al: Johnny. Shut the door.
(At Doc’s cabin, Doc is kneeling on the floor to
pray)
Doc: If was a more adaptable primate or one
of your regular petitioners, I suspect I wouldn’t feel this pain. I guess I, I’d have a wad of cartilage
covering the patella, protecting me from this—this
discomfort.
Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ, Just Please, God, take that
Minister.
What conceivable godly use is his protracted
suffering to you? What conceivable
godly use? What conceivable Godly
use was the screaming of all those men?
Did you, did you need to hear their death agonies to know your—your
omnipotence? (sobbing)
Mama! Mother find my arm! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy they—they shot my leg off it hurts
so bad. It hurts so
bad.
Admitting my understanding’s imperfection, trusting
that you have a purpose, praying that you consider it served, I beg you to
relent. Thy Will Be Done,
Amen.
(Smith's room at the Gem. Al takes a cloth and gently
places it over Smith’s mouth and nose, then cups his hand over, to smother
Smith)
Al: Whoa
Rev:
Oh!
Al: Shh…
Rev: Oh, Oh, Oh—
Al: Shh…(to Johnny) You want to be a
road agent? Deal out death when
called upon? Make a proper seal,
stop up the breath, apply pressure even and firm, like packin’ a snowball.
(to Smith) You go now, brother.
Dan:
Al, that...(choked up) Magistrate’s here. I-I got those other two guys waitin’
upstairs.
Al: join ‘em.
(Closes the rev’s eyes) Get the sled for him, huh?
(Al,
leaving room, wiping at tears)
Magistrate
Clagett: Things are in the saddle,
Al.
Al: Tell me what you mean upstairs,
huh?
(Al and Clagett walk up to the office. Dan is seated
at Al’s desk with his hands concealed, Adams and Hawkeye are standing to the
side. Clagett sits in the chair opposite the desk, Al stand back beside
Dan)
Al: Adams, your employee, and his
butler.
Magistrate
Clagett: yes, how are you,
Adams?
Silas: I’m
alright sir. We missed each other
in Yankton.
Magistrate
Clagett: Yes, I was in the company of General
Crook.
Al: Adams bore you the message to try fucking
yourself.
Magistrate
Clagett: And here he is in your
office.
Silas: Well I
figured I’d catch up with you here.
Al: Do you no longer serve his interests is
what he seems to wonder. Adams, for
his part, is stone-featured, steeled in his purpose.
Dan:
Which he’d
be.
Al: Wherever his allegiance may lay. Well, be that as it may, Magistrate,
living as we all do in doubt, please proceed.
Magistrate
Clagett: General Crook’s at the point of making a
decision whether to garrison some number of soldiers here. Or to leave the camp to find it’s own
way. I understand your strong
preference in this regard. You must
understand that for whatever reason, General Crook has come to trust me. And rely on my counsel exclusively. The appropriate gesture made by you
towards me would lead me to dissuade the general from the garrison option, as
well as clear away from above the cloud of uncertainty regarding your personal
liabilities. Namely the incident in
Chicago.
Al: You have the document of inquiry from
Chicago?
Magistrate
Clagett: The murder warrant. Yes, Al. I do.
Al: On your person?
Magistrate
Clagett: Yes. Make the appropriate gesture and the
constable hand of the past will no longer weigh upon you.
Al: What man couldn’t that be said about? (looking to Silas)
(Silas
grabs Clagett from behind and slits his throat!)
Silas: I’ll be
happy to give you this paper when you take that fuckin gun off me. Both of them.
(Dan takes one hand out from under the desk with his
revolver in it, then pulls a shotgun out from under with the other
hand)
Al: Swaddle the cocksucker and dispose of
him. His money and effects are
yours.
Silas: That
don’t count towards the 2,000.
Al: No I still owe you the
two.
(Alma’s room, Seth is at the
window)
Seth: Crooks
troops are mustering. I didn’t
think you father would have to travel so soon.
Alma: I don’t
begrudge him an uncomfortable journey.
Seth: I’ll
see him secured. After that he’s on
his own.
(Inside
Doc’s cabin, a banging on the door)
Al: Doc! (knock knock) Doc!
Doc: It’s your---your competition. Or is that one of your fucking
heresies?
Al: He passed.
Doc: Lemme help you bring him
inside.
Al: A wily cocksucker, huh? Waited ‘til I got him off the sled,
huh? I would have let him lay in
state, but I need the room for my whores.
Doc: Thanks for seein’ him
through.
Al: Are you gonna probe into his noggin now
to see what went amiss?
Doc: No, not tonight. Tonight I plan to drink
in.
Al: Announcing
your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.
(Gem saloon, Seth has arrived)
Dan: I told him but we ain’t had time to act
on your request yet.
Seth: Yeah, I
know.
Dan:
It’s been a busy
night.
(Al and the Doc walk in)
Al: Bullock, what is
it?
Seth: We need
to talk.
Doc:
Right.
Al: Yeah OK. Doc, I’m gonna be a few minutes,
huh? (To Dan, motioning to Doc)
See this man gets his shine, huh?
Come on.
Jewel: Hi
Doc!
Doc: How you doin’?
Jewel: No
stiffness or numbness.
Doc: Well, let me see you move around a
bit.
Dan: That’ll give you a shine (hands doc a
shot)
Jewel:
How do I look?
Doc: How you feel’s the goddamn
question.
Jewel: I
feel good!
Doc: Well, good.
Jewel:
Hey Doc, give me a whirl.
Doc: no, no.
Jewel:
Come on, I’ll teach you how.
Doc: no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I won’t,
mmm—no.
(Al and Seth walk into Al’s
office)
Seth:
There’s
a bloodstain on your floor.
Al: Yeah, I’m uh, I’m gonna get to that. Crooks forces in full
retreat.
Seth:
Taking Mrs. Garrett’s father with ‘em.
Al: Up and about so
quick.
Seth:
He’s slung over a mule.
Al: Alive is my point. Dority give me to understand you’d just
as soon as seen him dead.
Seth:
If that man comes back to the camp, he’d be my problem to deal
with.
Al: The way you and Hickok dealt with Ned
Mason.
Seth:
No. I’ll be the fuckin’
Sheriff.
Al: Startin’ when?
Seth:
Startin’ now.
Al: You have the tin?
Seth: I
do.
Al: Produce it. (Seth takes out the badge) On the
tit.
Seth: I
know where it goes.
Al: (raises a shot) Huzzah.
(In the street, the soldiers are leaving, but a few
remain behind. One has gone into the street and pulls his pants down to flash
the General his moon. As the calvary leaves town, various members of the main
cast are shown standing along the street watching the
action)
Soldier: Hey
General! You sonofabitch! Woo-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo! Woo! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
(Al’s office, Al and Seth are watching the commotion
through the door, and see Alma who is looking out her window. Her eyes and
Seth’s meet)
Al: You know I’ve never spoken to her since
she come to camp. You reckon that’s
another reason not to kill her old man, besides whatever’s goin’ on between the
two of you.
Seth:
Yeah.
Al: Anyways, Sheriff, I’m gonna walk past
that blood stain that mysteriously appeared and go oversee my business
interests. Take your
time.
(Gem saloon, Al watches
from the stairs. Jewel and Doc are dancing while Trixie looks on
smiling.
Jewel:
Say “I’m as nimble as a forest creature.”
Doc: You’re as nimble as a forest
creature.
Jewel:
No, say it about yourself.
Doc: I’m as nimble…as a forest
creature.
(Al smiles at this, Trixie looks up at him and also
smiles)
Written
by Ted Mann
Directed
by Davis Guggenheim
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
Silas Adams: Titus Welliver |
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
Otis Russell: William Russ |
Transcription last updated on 02/06/2007 | |
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