Episode #5
“The Trial of Jack McCall”
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(We see Wild Bill’s corpse laid out, flies are
landing on his face, as those paying their respect pass by, they shoo the flies
away.)
SoapGuy:
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decapitated Indian…25 cents.
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souvenir, boys, authentic heathen hair tufts. Send them east to friends and
family. And if you was to say in
your letter with the tufts inside that it was you, who cut the cocksuckers head
off who’d be there to naysay?
(Another
line is forming in the
thoroughfare, this one is for trial jurors and
lawyers)
Merrick:
Anyone, may join the juror’s
line. Only those admitted to the
bar, may join the line of candidates for officers of the court. Jurors will be drawn from the hat on my
right. Officers of the court in the
box, on my left. I have no say in
either outcome. So please don’t try
to bribe me.
(Cy and Al
are watching from the balcony of the Gem)
Cy: That newspaper fella seems a good
sort.
Al: He’s alright.
Cy: How far into the process you think he’ll stay
involved?
Al: ‘Til them shysters take over.
(Al looks over and sees Alma in her window)
(Alma’s
room)
Alma: I
don’t know what’s become of the woman who was Hickok’s
friend.
Doc: Probably, drunk over his
murder.
Alma: Yes, well
there’s a child to be considered.
Doc: And she couldn’t be doin’
better.
Alma: Despite her
situation.
Doc: I don’t see your
medicine.
Alma: No, I broke
the bottle.
Doc: Alright. (Bends down to his satchel to get a full
bottle)
Alma:
No!
Doc: I don’t know if this is the time for you
to stop takin’ this laudanum, Mrs. Garrett.
Alma: Oh, what a
pleasant surprise, doctor. To hear
you admit the limits of your knowledge.
Doc: Have you made any travel plans?
Alma: (Shakes head “no”) Before his murder,
Mr. Hickok arranged with a Mr. Bullock to look after my affairs
here.
Doc: That’s good, that’ll…that’ll free you up to
leave. (Alma looks over and meets Sophia’s
eyes)
(Outside,
back at the trial line…)
Shyster:
25 cents, 25 cents a
tuft! Hair from the heathen dead
less than one day. (Seth looks over at
the shyster) 25 cents, 25 cents a tuft!
Man in
Line:
These are good boots you people sold me.
Seth: (Walking away towards the shyster) Glad
you’re satisfied.
Shyster:
Hair
from a heathen dead less than one day!
Seth: Cut that
shit out!
Shyster:
No law against me selling
these, mister.
Seth: No law
either against me breakin’ your fuckin’ jaw, you don’t quit it! (Grabs the stick with the hair, breaks it
over his knee and throws it in a fire)
Seth: (To Tom Nuttall) Put him out here like a
goddamned circus freak!
Nuttall:
Whoa, I’m not makin’ a penny
from this, Mr. Bullock. People just
wanted to pay their respects. Well,
I-I-I had him around the side, but ah, they…they knocked the damn tent
over. (Seth walks away)
(Gem)
Cy: (Looking down from the balcony still)
Man has a powerful temper.
Al: Them hardware cocksuckers been an ongoing pain in my
balls, since him and his partner showed up.
Cy: Where do you suppose that heathen’s head go to
them tufts of hair came off of Al?
Al: Yeah, I don’t know.
Cy: Didn’t some Mexican bring the head in for
bounty?
Al: If it’s important to ya, I’ll look it up
in my yesterday’s diary. (Al walks
inside)
Cy: Couldn’t matter less. (Follows Al
inside)
Al: As the trial itself, I got no problem
acting as host. Loss of revenue’s
not withstanding. (Al opens the door for Cy to leave his
office)
Cy: Well, I’m happy to have it at my joint,
but bein’ you’re senior in the community, it seems somehow out of
place.
Al: Anyways, we’ll have it here. (They leave the office and start to head
downstairs) But just let me say this once, in your hearing. For outright stupidity, the whole
fuckin’ trial concept goes shoulder to shoulder with that cocksucker Custer’s
thinkin’ when he headed for that ridge.
Cy: It’s got it’s
disadvantages.
Al: We’re illegal. Our whole goal is to get annexed to the
united fuckin’ states. We start
holdin’ trials, what’s to keep the United States fuckin’ Congress from sayin’,
“Oh, excuse us, we didn’t realize you were a fuckin’ sovereign community and
nation out there. Where’s your
cocksucker’s flag? Where’s your
fuckin’ navy or the like? Maybe
when we make our treaty with the Sioux we should treat you people like renegade
fuckin’ Indians. Deny your fuckin’
gold and property claims. And hand
everything over instead to our ne’er-do-well cousins and brother’s in
law.”
Cy: That we don’t
want.
Al: But, if we’re gonna have the fuckin’ thing, might as
well have it in my joint, huh?
(They continue walking, the camera pans to outside)
Merrick: Tom Smith, of Lead. Juror number
seven!
Al: How’s business?
Cy: Hot and cold.
Strugglin’ to get our craps concept off the ground.
Al: That’s the way with any new idea. Takes the hoopleheads time to
adjust.
Merrick:
Samuel
Smith.
Al: Sometimes
I wish we could just hit ‘em over the head, rob ‘em and throw their bodies
in the creek.
Cy: But that would be
wrong.
Merrick: Jay
Johnson, Spearfish. Juror number
ten.
(Doc is
coming down the street. He spots
Seth and approaches him)
Doc: Mr. Bullock?
Seth:Doc?
Doc: I just seen Mrs.
Garrett.
Seth:I’ve
got a proxy for her to sign.
Doc: You oughta go ahead and get that done so
she can go ahead and leave town.
Seth: Anything
else on your schedule I’m behind on?
Doc: No, sir.
Merrick: I will
now draw from the lawyers business cards in the box. The presiding magistrate, prosecutor and
counsel for the defense.
Al: (Loudly) After that part’s over, for not
pre-judging the evidence…why don’t we try the cocksucker at my place? (Sophia is watching from her window)
Cy: Second.
Merrick: Officers
of the court, Magistrate…
(Grand
Central lobby)
EB: There’s a cripple who’d do. If I could pry her from Mr.
Swearengen.
Alma: How much money would loosen his
grip?
EB: More likely Al’d bridle at breakin’ his
routine. He likes to berate the
gimp mornin’s.
Alma: I cannot see
to the child. She needs someone
less distracted.
EB: I wish to see you extricated from all
these…complications and difficulties, Mrs. Garrett, as much as you do
yourself.
Alma: (Laughing) Oh, Thank you, Mr.
Farnum. (She sees Seth entering the
hotel)
EB: And in that regard, wonder if you’d decided on my bid
for your claim yet?
Alma: (Turning to walk to Seth) Are you Mr.
Bullock?
Seth: (Takes off
his hat) Yes.
Alma: I’m
Alma Garrett.
Seth: How do
you do?
EB: Please, excuse me. I’m spread so thin with my cook
out.
Seth: I got
this for you to sign. (EB, watching as he
grabs some plates)
Alma: Have you a pen at the desk, Mr.
Farnum?
EB: Certainly. (Drops some old bacon into a pan to
re-heat)
Alma: Several days ago I…watched you, and Wild Bill Hickok,
support each other in a gun fight from the window in my room. Later, when Mr. Hickok…spoke so highly,
ah, Mr. Bullock, I…I imagined it was you.
( She begins to sign the proxy)
Mr. Bullock has authority to act in my behalf on all matters relating to the
claim.
EB: I see.
Alma: In case you
couldn’t, I thought I’d tell you.
EB: Wonderful. One load off your back. Let me see about getting you that,
cripple. (Seth takes the proxy letter from Alma and
puts it in his coat pocket. EB goes
outside and pauses on the porch.)
(Bella
Union, Joanie comes down from upstairs)
Cy: Is
he dead or alive?
Joanie: He’s
sick.
Cy: And we ain’t no hospital! (To Bart) Number eight’s
relocatin’. Bundle him up, put some
of Leon’s remedy down him and take him to the hills.
Bart: Can
someone else do it, Mr. Tolliver?
Cy: Sure they can. Shall I get someone else to take
him?
Bart: No,
I-I’ll do it.
Cy: And burn the blanket afterwards. Thanks, Bart. (Bart leaves, Joanie steps in front of
Cy)
Joanie: Some do get well, Cy.
Cy: His chances’ll improve outdoors. The bracing air.
(Gem, Al is
on the landing)
Al: What are you movin’ the tables
for?
Dan: You said you wanted the jury right
here.
Al: Can’t they sit at separate
tables?
Dan: Do you want the tables together, or
not?
Al: I don’t want anything done, that can’t be
undone, five minutes after this fiasco concludes. (To Jewel as he comes downstairs) Clean
somewhere where I can’t see ya. (To the whores) Go on, get
fuckin’!
EB: Have patience with the widow, Al. She’s give her proxy to that hardware
fella.
Al: Oh, Hickok breaks my balls from the
afterlife.
EB: You fell, before he was murdered, Hickok
enlisted Bullock in the widow’s cause?
Al: Advance the subject or pick up a
broom.
EB: Signing a proxy don’t mean the widow can’t
do a deal. It just includes Bullock
in.
Al: If the widow trusts her own judgments, she
don’t let Hickok bring the hardware cocksuckers into it.
EB: She’s tryin’ to get off the dope. Maybe loaded, she’d get her
self-confidence back.
Al: Oh, let me camp beneath her window and
suggest that.
EB: Hickok’s half woman friend’s off
somewhere’s on a tear. The orphan
square head’s in the widow’s care.
The widow feels put upon.
She’s asked me to find her some help. I suggested the
gimp.
Al: No!
EB: So as not to put a whore up first
off. Now I will propose
Trixie.
Al: As a get acquainted gift, she could bring
the widow a good-sized ball a dope.
EB: Yes.
Al: Well thought through, E.B. (Johnny covers the deer head with a sheet)
Tell the widow you have a candidate.
EB: I have to go look to my roast. My cook’s on the queue to see Hickok’s
remains. (Johnny hangs the picture of Abe Lincoln up
and covers it with a sheet as well) Then he’ll probably sneak here for the
trial. (As Johnny comes down the ladder he causes a
bottle of whiskey to crash down to the floor. Al stops dead in his tracks and looks
down from above) Oops. (EB, seeing Al mad, tip toes as fast as he
can out of the Gem)
(Seth is
walks up to the hardware store)
Seth: Reverend.
Rev: Hello, sir. Sir, who stands for Mr.
Hickok?
Seth: What do
you mean?
Rev: Mr. Utter has gone to Cheyenne. And I don’t find Mr. Hickok’s woman
friend. Mr. Nuttall commissioned
the coffin, but wishes not to participate further. Now I need guidance in certain
matters. But I don’t know who
stands for him.
Seth: What are
you tryin’ to find out?
Rev: For example, I thought “How Firm a
Foundation.”
Sol: For the hymn.
Seth: Sounds a
good choice.
Rev: Do you think so?
Seth: Yes, I
do.
Rev: Might something else be more
appropriate?
Seth: I don’t
know, Reverend.
Rev: I think “H-How Firm a Foundation” for the
hymn and from the gospel, first Corinthians 12.
Seth: Alright.
(Sol, this whole time, is watching as
Seth gets more and more frustrated with the Reverend’s
questions)
Rev: If the foot shall say because I am not the hand, I’m
not of the body, is it therefore not of the body? And if, the ear shall say because I’m
not the eye, I’m not of the body, is it therefore not? Now hath God, set the members, every one
of them, in the body as it hath pleased him.
Seth: (Firmly) That is a good choice
Reverend.
Rev: (Smiling)
12 and 13, I think. (Leaves)
Sol: Are we open for business?
(Seth is
angry, and walks over to Wu’s meat locker where Mcall is being kept, Mr. Wu
glares at Seth as he enters the meat locker.)
Jack: I know you.
Seth: I know
you, too.
Jack: I guess
after bumrushin’ me outta your fine, fuckin’ hardware establishment, you didn’t
see this comin’, did you?
Seth: I
halfway did, you droop eyed cocksucker!
Jack: I was
born droop eyed, alright?
Seth: And who
do you blame for the rest of the fuckin’ mess?
Jack: Let me
ask you this, cocksucker? You think
they know me in New York City by now? (Seth grabs him by the throat)
Ah!
Seth: If you
wasn’t tied up, I’d kill ya!
Jack: Ow, what
you cryin’ for?
Seth:
What?
Jack: I’m
askin’ what you’re cryin’ for? Did
you love Hickok so much? Was your
sweetheart? Did he stick his dick
up your ass? Ah,
ah!
Lawyer: (Entering) Hey, Hey! I’m this man’s
counsel.
Seth: (Stops
choking Jack , turns around to leave) I’ll pin a rose on you. (Seth leaves, Mr. Wu watches
him)
Jack: Why I shake ya hand. I’m all trussed up like a Christmas
pig.
Lawyer: I’d say
you’re better situated than your companions.
Jack: Well,
I’m a hard case for you, counselor.
And no mistake, everyone in there saw me shoot him.
Lawyer: If
you’ll let me set our strategy, I don’t think we’ll dispute what people
saw.
Jack: Now, I
guess you’re here to break me out.
Lawyer: (chuckling) Son, did James Butler
Hickok, ever kill a relative of yours?
Jack: James Butler Hickok?
Lawyer: Wild
Bill Hickok. Did he ever kill a
brother of yours or, or the like?
Jack: A
brother?
Lawyer: I’m asking you, if what happened in that saloon, was
vengeance, for the death of a family member? Possibly a brother in Abilene. Or the like.
Jack: A
brother in Abilene. (Counsel smiles, pats Jack on the knee and
leaves)
(Bart is
dragging Andy on a sled in the forest)
Andy: Oh
Christ.
(Bart
dismounts, dumps the sled over tossing Andy onto the forest floor – he’s covered
in
sores)
Andy: Oh,
Jesus.
Bart:
You alright? (Andy gasps) Look, I’m sorry as hell
about all this. Sorry as hell. I’m not gonna burn the fuckin’
blanket. Fuck Cy! Look, this is not my fuckin’ fault. (Takes his gloves off and drops them on the
ground next to Andy) It’s not my fault.
Andy: Ah, Christ. (Bart leaves) Ah, God take
me!
(At the
Gem, Al enters the whores room and finds Trixie looking out the window, smoking
a cigarette)
Al: What do you look at out there?
Trixie: Whatever I can
see.
Al: Clean
up.
Trixie: Am I on
jury duty?
Al: Put on a decent enough dress to help a
widow with a kid.
Trixie: What
widow in camp, has a kid?
Al:
The widow is the New York dude’s
widow. The kid is the orphan square
head.
Trixie: I
didn’t know she was carin’ for that child now.
Al: Does it change what fuckin’ dress you
wear?
Trixie: No.
Al: Widow’s a dope fiend. She’s been drinkin’ it. (Hands Trixie a ball of dope) Help her
expand her horizons.
(Bella
Union, Doc enters, looks upstairs, gets a concerned look on his face and
approaches Cy at the cashier’s booth)
Doc: I see no guard outside of room
eight.
Cy: Yeah, room eight
left.
Doc: Born by angels?
Cy: You don’t have that man to worry
about anymore, Doc. You or me
either, just…put the man in room eight from your mind.
Doc: Sir, I have no vaccine. For the sickness the man in room eight
didn’t have. The closest place that
does, to my knowledge, is Fort Kearney.
If you want a remedy, the epidemic that you have no reason to believe will break out; I would send somebody
there right away.
Cy: Heard ya loud and clear,
doctor.
Doc: Will ya send someone, Mr.
Tolliver?
Cy: If I do, you’ll be the first to know.
Doc: (Hits the mesh of the cashier’s booth –
hard) If you don’t, and I have to, that will be known to every damn person
in this camp! (Grabs his satchel and
leaves)
Cy: (Looks over and sees Joey doing a shot)
Joey? (Joey looks over and Cy motions with his
head for him to come over) You ever had Nebraska
pussy?
Joey: Ah,
not to my knowledge, Mr. Tolliver.
Cy: Eddie Sawyer, get in here! (Puts a hand on Joey’s shoulder as Eddie
approaches) True or not, Eddie, when a man wets his end in Nebraska pussy,
his life is changes forever.
Eddie: Speaking
only for myself, I still mark the anniversary.
Joey: Well, point me
in the right direction.
Cy: You hear that,
Eddie?
Eddie: Boy’s got
a healthy attitude.
Cy: (Chucking)
(Al’s
office Johnny pokes his head in)
Johnny:
Yes,
sir.
Al: Come here. (Holds out the Indian head wrapped in burlap
– Johnny takes it) Get this outta here.
Johnny: Get rid
of it?
Al: Did you hear me announce the other night
that I’d pay a $50 bounty for every fuckin’ Indian head?
Johnny: I was
right next to ya, Al.
Al: That’s the first head. Some chili chomper’s out there somewhere
spendin’ my 50. You get rid of that
head, you’d better know of another place with a position open for an
idiot.
Johnny:
Alright. Got a couple places
I can keep it, I guess.
Al: Yeah, ‘til after the
trial.
Johnny: Well,
what do ya do with it then? Put it
somewhere in the bar? It’s a nice
conversation piece. I mean if it’s
handled the right way.
(EB is in
one of the hotel rooms, scrubbing at a bloodstain)
EB: You have
been tested, Al Swearengen. And
your deepest purposes proved, there’s gold on the woman’s claim. You might as well have shouted it from
the rooftops. That’s why I’m
jumpin’ through hoops to get it back.
Thorough as I fleeced the fool she married, I will fleece his widow,
too. Using loyal associates like,
Eustace Bailey Farnum as my go-betweens and dupes. To explain, why I want her bought out
I’ll make a pretext of my fear of the Pinkertons. I’ll throw Farnum a token thief, why
should I reward E.B., with some small fractional, participation in the
claim? Or let him even lay by a
little security and source of continuing income, for his declining years. What’s he ever done for me? Except let me, terrify him every
goddamned day of his life ‘til the idea of bowel regularity, is a full on
fuckin’ hope. (Pours water on the stain) Not to
mention orderin’ a man killed in one of E.B.’s rooms. So every fuckin’ free moment of his life
E.B. has to spend scrubbin’ the bloodstains off the goddamned floor! To keep from…havin’ to lower his
rates. Goddamned that
motherfucker!
(The Gem,
the trial is starting, men are chattering, the Magistrate bangs his
gavel)
Magistrate
Clagett: Rules of the court. No nonsense. Prosecution will open. The defense will respond. The jury will be charged and
deliberate. (Looks at the prosecutor) Go
ahead.
Prosecutor: We
shoulder a great weight here today.
Now we’re many of us miners, but this is no claim
dispute.
Al: (Looking down from above)
Christmas.
Dan: Hmm?
Al: We’ll be here ‘til fuckin’ Christmas!
(The jury
turns around and looks up at Al, Dan holds his hand out like – “carry
on”)
Prosecutor:
Yesterday, a man of
reputation was killed in this camp.
Now, the killer, had no reputation.
But the circumstances speak badly enough about his character that, in
time to come he may get one. Now,
we all know that, even though the killer is a coward, not all killings are
murders. You jurors have to decide
if this killing was. And your decision, will come to
this. Either a man giving you a
dollar for breakfast is provocation beyond endurance, or Jack McCall, shooting
Wild Bill Hickok, was murder, pure and simple.
Al: Picked up his pace towards the
end.
Magistrate
Clagett: (Looks at the
Defense counsel) Go ahead.
Defense:
Thank you, sir. Why’d you kill Hickok, Mr.
McCall?
Jack: He
murdered my brother in Kansas.
Defense:
Murdered your brother in Kansas.
(Jack nods his head) Thank you, son.
Dan: Hmm?
Al: Don’t count your fuckin’ chickens.
Magistrate
Clagett: Go ahead.
Prosecutor: When
did Hickok murder your brother, Mr. McCall?
Jack: In
Kansas, Abilene.
Prosecutor: Are you
still drunk? I said
when?
Jack: Ah, I-I
don’t recall the exact year. When
they was both in Abilene.
Prosecutor: And you
were present?
Jack: Not at
shooting, no.
Prosecutor: But you
were in Abilene at the time that this happened?
Jack: No, when
the shooting happened, no.
Al: Tell that judge I was to see him. (Dan goes downstairs)
Prosecutor: Were
you ever in Abilene?
Jack:
Yes.
Prosecutor: Well do
you often play cards, McCall, for three days with a man who murdered your
brother, before, in passion’s white heat, you take your
revenge?
Jack: No, it
wasn’t white heat. (Dan whispers in the
Magistrate’s ear) I had to find my chance.
Magistrate
Clagett: If that’s it, I’m callin’ a break for nature and
we’ll finish later.
Prosecutor: Do you
even have a brother, Mr. McCall?
Jack:
Yeah. And Hickok killed
him.
Magistrate
Clagett: Break for nature. (The room starts chattering, the Magistrate
Starts heading for the stairs)
Card
Player Shot in the Wrist: Sir?
Sir? Bullet that killed Mr.
Hickok is in my wrist. Any chance I
could testify?
Magistrate
Clagett: McCall already admitted he killed
Hickok.
Card
Player: Well, years to come when I’m givin’
talks or the like, I just, I’d just appreciate it if I’d be on the record. (Magistrate Clagett heads upstairs) Sir, there’s $50 in it for ya. I’d be tellin’ the truth,
sir!
(Alma’s
room)
Trixie:
(Knocking) Mrs.
Garrett?
Alma: (To Sophia)
It’s okay. (knocking – Alma heads to the door) Who
is it?
Trixie:
I’m sent to help you with the
little one. (Alma opens the door & Trixie steps
inside) I’m Trixie.
Alma: Thank you for
coming at such short notice, Trixie.
(Motions to Sophia)
Trixie: Oh,
ain’t you pretty? (kneels down) I’m
sorry about your husband, ma’am.
It’s good of you to care for the child. (Picks up Sophia)
Oh…
Alma: I was under
the impression you were, hurt.
Trixie: Ma’am?
Alma: Mr. Farnum,
said you had some, sort of, physical liability?
Trixie: I’m
not her. Oh, she’s lovely though, Jewel.
May I wash her? Give her a
nice bath?
Alma: Of
course.
Trixie: Alright,
little one. (Puts Sophia down and pushes up her
sleeves)
Alma: She doesn’t speak English.
Trixie: (Nods her head) I’m Trixie (Pats her chest)
Trixie.
( Al’s
office, the Magistrate is seated across from him, Al is getting out whiskey from his drawer and setting up
drinks)
Al: You want
a blowjob while I talk to you?
Magistrate
Clagett: No.
Al: I wasn’t offerin’ it personally. (Pours the drinks)
Magistrate
Clagett: Make your point.
Al: My point is…before a guilty verdict would
get executed on that cocksucker, three men, would walk in that meat locker where
he’s bein’ held with bags over their heads and cut his fuckin’ throat. And within half an hour that celestial’s
little pigs will be, on their backs, with their hooves in the air, belching up
human remains.
Magistrate
Clagett: Are you saying you’d order that to be
done?
Al: I’m sayin’, I had a vision, it’d
happen. My second of the day. First come when I was watchin’ you and
them lawyers on line this morning.
They began to slither in my sight like vipers. So as not to puke I had to close my
eyes. The vision went on. Got worse. I saw the vipers in the big nest in
Washington. They were takin’ us in
the camp, for actin’ like we could set out own laws up or organizations and then
saw the big viper decide to strangle and swallow us up every fuckin’ thing we
gain here. It was horrible. How could we fuckin’ avoid it? How could we let the vipers in the big
nest know that, we didn’t wanna cause any fuckin’ trouble?
Magistrate
Clagett: And that’s when you had your second
vision.
Al: Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled,
judge, huh? Isn’t there a simpler
way of not pissing off the big vipers?
Magistrate
Clagett: (Does his shot) I want to get back to
the trial.
Al: Go ahead.
(We hear the door open &
close, Al finishes his drink)
(Hardware
store)
Sol: How do you ‘spose the trial’s
goin’?
Seth:
don’t know.
Sol: Should’ve took him into the
territory. Hang ‘em here they’ll be
openin’ a can of worms. (The Reverend approaches) Guess it’s all
a can a worms.
Seth: Now
you’re talkin’?
Rev: Will you help me with the body? (Seth looks up at him –
quizzically)
(At the
trial – men are chattering among themselves…)
Dan: Good talk?
Al: We’ll see.
Dan: Mmm.
You see that one? (Pointing down)
Him, that one there in the middle?
Al: The curly hair?
Dan: Yeah, yeah. Told me the other night how bad Hickok
needed killin’. (Al raises his eyebrows) Yeah. Said Hickok insulted him in the
street.
Al: Hope he’s got a forceful
personality.
Magistrate
Clagett: We’re back in session. This camp is part of no territory, state
or nation. Stars and stripes may
fly here soon, but that day is not here yet. You of the jury therefore are without
the law upon which to decide this case.
(Al gives a thumbs up) And how
then are you to decide it? You must
rely on common custom. That McCall
killed Hickok is not in dispute. He
says he was takin’ revenge that Hickok murdered his brother. If you believe what he says to be true,
custom dictates, that you excuse him.
The jury will now retire to the whore’s rooms, and begin their
deliberations. (We see Ellsworth below, he winks at
Dan)
Al: You suppose Ellsworth’s with
us?
Dan: Oh
yeah, four square. (Jury gets up, the men all
disperse)
Al: Open the bar.
Get the girls fucking. When
the jury comes back.
Dan: Mmm, the downstairs rooms is
occupied.
Al: Upstairs ain’t.
Dan:True.
(Dan takes off)
(In the
forest)
Andy: Oh,
strike me dead. (Calamity Jane appears)
I apologize. Please, I hurt so
much now.
Jane: (Approaches Andy) You’re one sick fuckin’
customer.
Andy: I
apologize.
Jane: Don’t
apologize to me. I don’t even
fuckin’ know ya! You want a drink a
whiskey? And no lip’n the bottle
but I got a pretty steady pourin’ hand.
Andy: I
apologize.
Jane: Accepted, open
your yap! Hey! Open up! (he doesn’t) More for me
anyhow.
Andy: I
apologize.
Jane: Hey. My best friend died. The man I had my best friend feelin’
about in the world. Took as he
found you, thought the best a you.
Sweet to me!
Andy: I
apologize.
Jane: Maybe you’d
rather have some water? I’ll go get
some from the creek. But if you
don’t stop ‘pologizin’, I’m not gonna give ya a goddamn drop. Alright, Mister? I’m comin’ back with some
water.
Andy: I
apologize.
Jane: Shut the
fuck up!
(Alma’s
room, Trixie is braiding Sophia’s hair…)
Trixie: Look how pretty you are. Pretty girl. (Alma looks out the window, she’s clutching
her stomach) Are you poorly?
Crampy?
Alma:
Yes.
Trixie: Does laudanum
help?
Alma: It used
to. It doesn’t
anymore.
Trixie: Are
you afraid?
Alma:
Yes.
Trixie: I
was awful afraid when I was stoppin’.
First I was afraid I was gonna die.
And then I was afraid I wouldn’t.
And then one day I woke up…free. (Alma looks out the window again, then back)
Alma: I don’t know
why I didn’t think to put her in one of my camisoles.
Trixie: No,
but you look how pretty she looks in it.
Look at her. (Alma smiles)
(Bella
Union)
Eddie:
May I
confide?
Cy: Certainly.
Eddie:
I’ve never been laid in
Nebraska.
Cy: We all of us sometimes
embellish.
Eddie: I feel
unburdened.
Cy: Happy to help.
Eddie: What did
you send him to get?
Cy: If I haven’t said yet, Eddie, you
think askin’s gonna make me? (Joanie comes down the stairs – all dressed
up) Look at the
Lady.
Joanie: It’s
quiet, I thought I’d see Hickok buried.
Cy: Sure.
Joanie: Sure,
what?
Cy: Sure, Joanie, go ahead. Or was your point you weren’t askin’
permission? (Joanie glares at Cy, turns
& leaves) Conscience struck.
Needs to sing a hymn.
Eddie: She liked
Andy.
Cy: I did, too. (Eddie nods, turns and goes back into the
office)
(Seth and
Sol are lowering Bill’s corpse into the coffin. Tom Nuttall places Bill’s hat and rifle
in with him. They place the lid on
the coffin and lift it into the wagon.
Nuttall starts to nail the coffin shut.)
(Trixie is
knocking on the Doc’s door)
Trixie: Doc?
Doc: I’m in my back.
Trixie: Well, I won’t trouble nothin’? (Doc stops what he is doing and gets up)
Hi, Doc.
Doc: What is it?
Trixie: Couple years ago I took, powders,
gettin’ some awful crampin’. I wish
I knew what was in ‘em.
Doc: Well, that’d be
helpful.
Trixie: Brownish like (Trixie looks over to where the Doc was
working, he sidesteps to block her view) I put ‘em in my
tea.
Doc: Well, if it’s the monthly’s, I generally
prescribe a day or two of laudanum against the cramps.
Trixie: Comin’ off the laudanum’s what had
me crampy.
Doc: Then you used it for more than a few
days.
Trixie: Little longer, yeah. (Doc sits, Trixie joins him) ‘Tween 12
and…however old I was three years ago.
Doc: Have you taken ‘em back up
again?
Trixie: It’s the rich woman wants to
stop. The
widow.
Doc: And what’s that to
you?
Trixie: Or
to you, why I’d be interested?
Doc: I won’t swear, (gets up and begins to pick dried herbs)
this is your sovereign remedy.
But, the color will be right.
And it should give her some relief. (Sits down and begins to grind the
herbs)
Trixie: Thanks, doc.
Doc: Why that’s little enough to do with what’s
comin’.
Trixie: What would that
be?
Doc: And what would that be to
you?
(Gem, one
of the jury members is with a whore
Dan knocks and pokes his head in…)
Dan: Finish your business. The jury’s comin’ back. Hurry it
up!
(In the bar
area, the jury and clerks of the court are being seated. The Magistrate enters and they all
rise. When he sits, all but Jack
McCall sits back
down)
Magistrate
Clagett: What’s the verdict?
Curly: Innocent. (Jack breathes relief, everyone starts
chattering, Merrick hurries off)
Magistrate
Clagett: Thank you.
The defendant is free.
Al: (To
Dan) Don’t ever knock this camp to me.
(The whores
all smile and wave at Jack, he blows them a
kiss)
Defense:
Good luck, son. (Shakes Jack’s
hand)
(At the
cemetery, they are burying Wild Bill)
Rev: Mr.
Hickok will lie beside two brothers.
One he likely killed, the other he killed for certain and he’s been
killed now in turn. So much
blood. And on the battlefields of
the brother’s war, I saw more blood than this. And asked then, after the purpose, and
did not know. But know now to
testify that, not knowing, I believe.
Saint Paul tells us, (Merrick
approaches, sneezing) by one spirit, are we all baptized in the one
body. Whether we be Jew or gentile,
bond or free. And they’ve all been
made to drink into one spirit. For
the body is not one men, but many.
He tells us, the eye cannot say unto the hand, I have no need of
thee. Nor again, the head to the
feet, I have no need of thee. They
much more those members of the body which we think of as less honorable, all are
necessary. He-he says that, there
should be no schism in the body, but that the members should have the same care,
one to another. And whether one
member suffer, all the members suffer with it. I believe in God’s purpose. Not knowing it. I ask him, moving in me, to allow me to
see his will. I ask him, moving in
others, to allow them to see it. (Stops, clutches his bible) Let us sing,
“How Firm A Foundation” as Mr. Hickok is laid to rest.
(Jane is
looking on from the hilltop, the guitar player starts to play and sing…the rest
join in after he starts the first word of every line…)
Singers: ♪When though fiery trials♪
♪They pathways shall lie♪
♪My
grace all sufficient♪
♪Shall
be thy supply♪
♪The
flame shall not hurt thee♪
♪Only
design…♪
Merrick:
(To Seth) They turned him loose.
Seth: McCall?
Merrick: They
turned him loose.
Singers: ♪And thy gold to refine…♪
(Seth &
Sol grab shovels and begin to cover the casket. Merrick, sneezing, turns to leave,
Joanie hikes up her skirt and leaves, the Reverend has his eyes shut, face
upturned to the sky, Jane is watching, crying.)
(Joanie
arrives back at the Bella Union, she heads straight upstairs, Cy watching
her…)
(The
reverend is kneeling now, face still turned to the
sky…)
Seth: Can we get started?
Sol: He’s purty near
done.
Seth: Oh, you
can tell? Can you believe they let
the sonofabitch go?
Sol: Yeah, I guess I can. Here he comes.
Rev: Oh, thank you for
waiting.
Seth:
Mmm-hmm.
Rev: You’ve been so kind to me, a
stranger. Many of us have asked
being broken, how are we to live?
Well, you took me into the body of the camp. “I’m from Etobicoke, Ontario.” “I’m from
Vienna, Austria.” I-may, may I ask,
Mr. Bullock, what you feel now may be your part?
Seth: I can’t
say I know what you’re talkin’ about, Reverend.
Rev: I would not impose; it’s been given me to
ask.
Seth: Okay,
then. You did what you’ve been
given to do.
Sol: The camp was lucky you were here today,
Reverend.
Rev: No, I’m a frail and feeble vessel but,
none of us can deny our parts—
Seth: (Stops) Can we finish the goddamned walk
in quiet?
Rev: Certainly, sir.
Sol: (As
they turn to continue their walk) Sorry, Reverend.
(Merrick
enters the Gem, which is crowded with celebration and chatter. He goes to the bar, takes off his hat
and drinks a shot. McCall is
signing an autograph for Curly)
Jack: There you go, that’s for you.
Merrick: (Loudly, to the room) Should
it ever be your misfortune, Gentlemen, or mine, to need to kill a man, then
let us toast together, the possibility that our trials be held in this camp. (Holds his glass up to
Jack)
Al: (to McCall) Hey, what’s your name? It’s Jack, ain’t
it?
Jack: Yes,
sir. You buy me a drink? I’ll make my mark.
Al: Stick around camp, Jack. I’ll make mine for
you.
Jack: What in
the hell’s that supposed to mean?
Al: Mean’s there’s a horse for you outside you
want to get on before somebody murders you who gives a fuck about right and
wrong. Or I do. It’s the paint, Jack. (Pointing) Right outside my joint. (whispering) Run
for your fuckin’ life.
Jack: Jack McCall
runs from no man. (Leaves – quickly)
Al: (To Dan) Remember this when you run your own place. That type guy hangin’ round gets people
agitated. Forces ‘em to take a
position, one side or the other.
And agitation, brings a slight bump up in whiskey sales but the sale of
cunt, plummets. (Looks at the whores, idling nearby)
That’s why I often wonder if I should take that fuckin’ picture of Lincoln
down. (Looks up at Abe)
(Outside,
Jack finds the horse and mounts it)
Jack: Come on.
Come on. (The horse begins to run, Seth and Sol are
up ahead of him..) Yah, yah. (They
watch Jack galloping by)
(In the
forest, Jane returns to Andy)
Jane: It’s me, mister! Back with water. (Looks at Andy – motionless, eyes open)
Are
you dead?! (Bends down and pours
water in his mouth – Andy spits it out) Ah! There you are. Chokin’ and coughin’ just like the rest
of us. Ah. (Sits down) Saw the widow’s husband in
the creek. ‘Less they’re keepin’
more than one body cool for shippin’ back east. Tied there, to wrapped up and floating
like a lure for some huge fuckin’ fish.
The widow’s got the little one now.
I had her for a while but, I ain’t the type she should be with
long-term. Fuckin’ drunk and so
forth. And when I was down at the
creek, I heard voices, and I went to where they were singin’, and I saw as they
laid my poor fuckin’ Bill to rest…(Jane
chokes up) Now there’s a bird I ain’t never seen before. Shall I talk about it to
you?
(The
Reverend returns to his tent, as he enters he starts to shake, he sits, tries to
open his bible and starts to convulse, he falls
to the ground, people passing by his tent.
No one notices that he’s having a
seizure…)
(Hardware
store…)
Seth: The man is a lunatic. High water, he never made much sense,
but now, he just utters pure gibberish.
Sol: Did he look pale to
you?
Seth: What?
Sol: Did he seem pale?
Seth: How the
fuck do I know if he was pale or not?
Sol: He looked pale to
me.
Seth: What if
he was? Let’s say he was. Will you shut up about it? What is part and your part? What part of my part is your part? Is my foot your knee? What about your ear? What the fuck is
that?
Sol: Yeah…I don’t
know.
Seth:What
don’t you know? If he was pale or
not?
Sol: What your supposed to
do.
Seth:I’m
not supposed to do anything! Let’s
agree to that. Not one fuckin’
thing that I don’t decide I’m gonna.
Alright, Sol? (Puts on his vest,
starts to put on his jacket)
Sol: Alright. (Seth starts to put on his jacket)
Suspenders!
Seth: (Looks down) Goddamnit! (Throws jacket to the ground and puts on his
suspenders) If I kill the droop eyed sonofabitch, and my part’s gettin’
hanged for it, good luck with the fuckin’ store.
Sol: Alright.
Seth: I’ll
write to Martha and see it posted.
You look out after that widow.
Sol: Alright, Seth.
Seth: Can I
impose on ya to pack a bag for me to cut down on the cocksucker’s head
start?
Sol: Be ready for ya when you ride
out.
Seth: Thanks,
Sol. (Walks off – Sol watches him
leave)
(Bella
Union, Joanie is bathing some whores upstairs. Cy opens the
door)
Cy: Did you get the prayin’ outta your
system?
(Joanie
grabs the woman in the tub who she’s bathing and kisses her on the mouth, while
looking at Cy. Cy leaves, Joanie makes a face as though
disgusted.)
(In the
forest)
(Jane is
wetting a cloth to put on Andy…dabbing his lips…)
Jane: (To the
tune of “How Firm a Foundation”) ♪Mmm mmm dooo doo dadoo da doo da doo do do dooo, do,
do dodo do doo, eh dah, da da♪
(Trixie is
back with Alma’s powders, she fixes her a cup of tea and hands it to Alma.
Trixie sits down with Sophia and they start to play
patty-cake)
(Sol is
outside the store, hears Seth’s horse neigh and approach, he hooks Seth’s bag to
the saddle. They shake hands,
almost before they stop shaking, Seth takes off…)
Written
by John Belluso
Directed
by Ed Bianchi
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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