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(Open at the livery. Fields is peeking out through
the door)
Hostetler: Horse run trash like that over by accident, still
ain’t a white man on earth gonna stand up against roping us up, now is
there?
Fields:
John Brown would’ve.
Hostetler: Psst!
Come the fuck from over there now.
Fields:
(Fields sees Seth carrying William down the street) Sheriff got a
kid?
Hostetler: And a wife. I sold him the plot they built they
house on. (Hostetler walks over next to Fields and
sees Bullock, he jumps) Jesus.
(In the street, Seth is carrying the injured
William)
Seth:
Mrs. Bullock!
(Martha picks up her skirts and starts running. Sol is right behind her. Alma holds Sofia next to her at the
hardware store. Cy, Con, Leon,
Wolcott and Jack watch from the Bella Union porch. Trixie runs out of the hardware
store. Martha, Seth and Sol rush to
Doc’s place.
(At the Bella Union, Cy turns to Con and
Leon.)
Cy:
(Nodding to Mose Manual who is on the floor bleeding) Put that tub of
guts on the sled. Take him to Joanie Stubbs.
(Seth and Martha enter Doc’s
cabin.)
( Hostetler bars the doors to the
livery.)
Hostetler: Everyday since I’ve been in this camp, white folks
shot and stabbin’ on each other still walkin’ around to do their
bidness.
Fields:
Maybe we could too.
Hostetler: Now the onliest violence we meant was to that
stallion’s prick, and then to turn an honest dollar. (Jane walks up to the livery and pulls on
the door to find it locked. She
knocks.) Closed!
Jane:
Well, when you re-the-fuck-open, note Jane Cannary extending stay in camp,
asking you to turn out her horse.
Hostetler: I’ll note it down.
Jane:
Short Nigger General in there?
Hostetler: No!
Jane: How
about that stud he brought into camp with his cock hanging past his
hocks?
Hostetler: He ain’t here.
Jane:
Congratulations being closed! (She walks off.)
Fields:
There goes no one associatin’ me with that horse.
Hostetler: I ain’t begging them for mercy. I hadn’t ought to have to do dat. (He begin wrestling for the shotgun)
Fields:
Jesus Christ, Hostetler.
Hostetler: It’s my fuckin’ choice. I ain’t begged and I ain’t
startin’. I’m gonna break your
fucking arm if you don’t let go of that gun!
Fields:
Let’s ride for six hours, Hostetler!
Ain’t no harm in that. You
won’t have to beg me once. Hell, if
you still want to do it, I’ll shoot you.
Hostetler: (Still
struggling) If it come to that, I’ll do it myself.
(Al’s office. Miss I is sitting at Al’s desk, Johnny
and Trixie are in the room)
Johnny: He’s definitely alive, ‘cause bein’ lifted into the
cabin, he give a moan out and blood come from his mouth.
Trixie:
(Pacing & crying) I told you the
state of affairs.
Al: As of
15 minutes ago.
Trixie:
Run back to the Doc’s cabin, Johnny!
See the boy again!
Al: Shut
up.
Trixie:
Maybe since you saw him, he’s changed, or the half his chest stove-in may have
healed, or his poor broken head. (Alice
sits calmly, unmoved.)
Al: Shut
up or I’ll throw you out. (To Miss I)
Sign these documents and leave unharmed.
Alice: I can’t trust
that, Mr. Swearengen, being that it’s not to your
interests.
Al: That
applies to you most, fuckin’ sittin’ in that chair distracting my fuckin’
thinking. If
I have to come over there, I’ll cut your fuckin’ throat for ya, pen yet put
to paper or not. (Johnny raises his
eyebrows, Trixie’s calmed down. Al
angrily opens up his desk drawer and pulls out a bottle. He gets up…walking out of his office.)
Half-smart fuckin’ cunt. (To Dan,
waiting outside the door) Bring me Adams’ fuckin’
shadow.
Dan:
Fuckin’ Hawkeye. (Dan leaves, passing
Merrick.)
Merrick:
Ah, that poor boy.
Al: What
do you want?
Merrick:
(sighs) The Sheriff’s tragic
preoccupation is also inopportune.
Commissioner Jarry returns to Deadwood.
Al: How
do you know?
Merrick:
(Exasperated, rolls his eyes)
Believing that Blazanov had borrowed my Acacia gum, and as Blazanov was no
longer present, as I canvassed his desk for the missing gum, I came across the
information by accident.
Al:
Telegram from Jarry.
Merrick:
From Crook City.
Al: To
whose attention?
Merrick:
To the separate attentions of Messers Wolcott and Tolliver. (Al motions for Dan to wait down below.)
Ironic, Al, isn’t it, that having turned my newspaper to partisan purpose,
and in the name of the camp’s welfare, within the day, in the name of that good, I
progress to betraying without regret
the sanctity of private communications?
Al: Ah,
well.
Merrick:
We come to know the truth of our actions only in the protractions of
time.
Al:
When’s the cocksucker arrive?
Merrick:
Next coach, his message said.
Al: (Turns to Dan, below) Unless he’s being
of aid to Bullock, bring the Jew up here too. (Dan leaves)
Merrick:
Do you think the rumors we floated in “The Pioneer” are what prompted the
Commissioner’s return?
Al:
Yes.
Merrick:
And that wishing to preempt Montana and Wyoming, he means to secure us for
Yankton and Dakota.
Al: And
to sweeten the deal we’ll strike, these interests we’ve fabricated must be given
face. (Turns back to his
office.)
Merrick: And thus the uncharted journey
continues.
Al: (Turning back, approaching Merrick)
Merrick, please. As
we’ll be more often in each other’s company, when give to utterance of that
type,
Consider drinking, hmm? (Gives Merrick his bottle and walks back
into his office, slamming the door.)
(E.B. is watching everything from the door of his
hotel, pretending to be cleaning the door.)
EB: They
congregate outside Cochran’s cabin.
They’ve taken the child there. Well, I wish him well. (We see Dan running across the thoroughfare,
heading straight for the hotel.) Shit.
Dan: Where’s
Hawkeye?
EB: I
see, Dan, with the world off its axis, I’m no more to you than a room
clerk.
Dan:
Hawkeye, E.B., is he here or fuckin’ not?
EB:
Not. For three days. (pauses) Will you have a shine? Leave your shoes while you
eat.
Dan: You
see Hawkeye, you grab him and bring him to me. (Turns to leave)
EB: If
you leave your dirty clothes, I’ll see to them.
Dan: (Turns back and grabs E.B. angrily.) Did
you fuckin’ hear me?! Hawkeye!
EB: (Choking)
Yes. (Dan sets him down and leaves) A broken
heart does not impair hearing!
(Bella Union, Cy is behind the bar pouring a drink
for he and Wolcott. Jack
returns.)
Cy: Did
they get that fat bastard to Joanie’s? Did her ladyship take him
in?
Jack:
Ain’t towed him halfway yet, Boss, Leon and Con.
Cy: (Rubbing his neck) We got to get a
better sled.
Jack: Less the sled’s holdup than Con’s. Says he threw a
rupture.
Cy: (snorts) You go back to that fuckin’
circus act, and tell him to get Mose Manuel to Joanie’s or a rupture won’t be a
tickle to the pain I’ll throw at him later! (Hugo Jarry approaches Cy & Wolcott at
the bar as Jack leaves. Cy sees him
and hisses out a greeting.) Commissioner.
Hugo: Where will I find Sheriff
Bullock?
Cy: His
boy had an accident. He’s with him
at the Doc’s.
Hugo: Where is the
Doc’s?
Wolcott:
Oh, don’t be a fool.
Hugo:
Yankton’s interests force imposition on Bullock’s privacy, as I think, Mr.
Wolcott, do your employer’s.
Cy:
You’ll get a pistol-whippin’ and not learn a fuckin’
thing.
Hugo:
These injuries mortal to earn such commendable deference?
Cy:
Mortal’s how I’d be bettin’.
Hugo: Of course
that casts a different light. Very
sad for the Sheriff and his son.
Can that paper man be made sensible?
Cy: The
article’s a plant from Swearengen, if that’s what you’d want to ask
Merrick.
Hugo: That’s the
beginning of what I want to ask.
Cy: Don’t
take much, does it, Commissioner, to get your balls tucked
up.
Hugo: They are very
sensitive to changes in weather.
You feel one comin’ on? (He
leaves, Wolcott watches him go)
Wolcott: I am a
sinner who does not expect forgiveness.
But I am not a government official.
(Dan sees Sol standing in the alley by
Doc’s.)
Dan: Al
wants to see you at the Gem.
Sol: (Nods) When I can.
Dan: No,
he didn’t say nuthin’ about—
Sol: I’m saying.
Dan: You’re saying what?
Sol: (Slowly, loudly) When I
can.
Dan: Are
you gettin’ fuckin’ smart with me?
‘Cause I’ll lift you up in the air and carry you before the whole goddamn
camp like a fuckin’ turtle with its legs wigglin’. (Sol glares over at Doc’s cabin, sees no
sign of activity, turns back, glaring at Dan and walks to the Gem. Dan follows him, spotting Adams in the
street, arriving on his horse) Oh, Hey! Hey! (To Sol) You go on and wait. Hey! Hey, Adams. Where’s Hawkeye?
Silas: I
don’t know. What’d he
do?
Dan: Al’s
lookin’ for him.
Silas: For what?
Silas: (Dismounts) Any chance Al wanted Hawkeye
to ask him where I was? I gotta take a
shit.
Dan: Put
it off.
Silas: Won’t be put off. Besides, it ain’t the kind that takes
that long.
Dan: I’m
waitin’. I ain’t goin’ back
empty-handed.
Silas: Fine, fuck it.
Just keep your distance.
(Jane is strolling through an alley, seems to be
looking for something)
Jane: Just ‘cause I’m lookin’ for a bottle I might have
misplaced during my drinking days -- does not mean if I find a bottle…That I’m
going to fuckin’ drink it. (She proceeds
down the narrow alley and stumbles onto Tom Nuttall who is sitting under a
stairs, crying) Jesus Christ!
Tom: You,
uh…You know whose horse it was?
Jane: (Steps
closer) “Whose horse it was”
what?
(Tom is sobbing,
speechless.)
(Inside Doc’s place. Martha is sitting over a limp
William while Seth talks to Doc.)
Seth: You
don’t bandage him.
Doc: Mr.
Bullock, your frame or mine couldn’t withstand a stampeding like that, never
mind the unstable one of a boy of William’s years. Further, his brain has been hurt to an
extent indicated by the loss of control of his eyes. His eye movements are no longer
coordinated.
Seth:
Might it be of some comfort, his mother talkin’ to him, for him to hear her
voice?
Doc: (nodding) It might well. His father’s too. (Seth looks at Doc, surprised. Martha wrings out a cloth, holds it,
looking at William.) Tell your
wife, that it won’t hurt him to put a cloth to his brow.
(Seth looks at Doc, nervous. He swallows
hard.)
(Trixie and Jewel at the Gem
saloon.)
Jewel: Just stand there?
Trixie: No, build yourself a fuckin’
shrine!
Jewel:
No, I mean, should I knock and let Doc know I’m there and then stand the fuck
outside?
Trixie:
Yeah, do that.
Jewel:
Thanks, Trixie. (She heads out back door as Sol enters from
the front.)
Sol: The
cocksucker upstairs sends his retriever out to collect me with instructions I’m
to wait till summoned.
Trixie: I
suppose then you should sit the fuck down.
Sol: And
I come, too, and find you like you never left this place to learn your
numbers.
Trixie:
Did you teachin’ me make me accountable for my whereabouts the rest of my
fuckin’ days?
Sol: If
he wants me, he can fuckin’ come find me.
Trixie:
Why not wait and find out what he wants?
Sol: Why
don’t you tell me yourself?
Trixie:
Because I don’t know that, Mr. Star.
Sol:
Other events have a claim to attention.
Trixie:
He knows about other events.
Sol: And
ain’t you his fuckin’ lapdog, Trixie?
Trixie: I
ain’t nobody’s fuckin’ lapdog.
Sol: Hard
to think of you coming to learn numbers without its being to his
purpose.
Trixie:
(pauses, looks long and hard at Sol) Any
more to that fuckin’ thought?
Sol: (Pauses, putting on his hat) I’ll have a
fuckin’ drink.
Trixie: (pours a
drink) Have the horse’s piss. It’s on fuckin’ special. (Hands a drink to him) If ya couldn’t be
a use, he wouldn’ta sent for ya.
(In the street we see Leon is barely pulling the sled
with Mose down the thoroughfare, panting.
Con is limping along beside him holding his
groin.)
Con: I
wish I could help you more.
Leon: I’ve been walking for two hours. I’m starting to think that place is a
fuckin’ mirage. (He pulls a bit more and
stumbles.)
Con: Let
me take a turn. (Leon offers him the
rope.) Ahh…maybe I better not.
(Leon tries tugging some more, making little
progress.)
(Dan enters the Gem with Silas.Sol looks up to
Dan)
Dan: He
asked to see Hawkeye first.
Sol: This
is Adams!
Dan: I
know who the fuck it is! (Silas goes upstairs) So just shut the
fuck up and sit down.
(Sol looks at Trixie and sits. Trixie looks at Dan
with some surprise at his seriousness.)
(Al’s office, Miss I is still
there.)
Al: How
do you lay claim to a passable mind while ignoring if I’d wanted to do you in,
my invitin’ the Sheriff up here to witness?
Alice: (Sitting calmly) By not putting it
beyond your own mind’s quality, Mr. Swearengen, to have enacted the incident in
the thoroughfare which then drew the Sheriff away.
(There’s a knock at the door. Silas enters, Alice turns to see him and
quickly faces forward again. Silas
closes the door and walks to stand to Al’s left behind the
desk.)
Alice: Have you come to murder me,
Silas?
Silas: I
wouldn’t turn down the chance.
(Alice swallows, looks to Silas, he and Al look back
at her, stonefaced. She swallows
again, grabs the pen and dips it in ink.
She signs the document. Al
hands Silas another document. Silas
leans forward and looks at Alice’s “signature.” He sighs, shaking his head,
“no”.)
Al: Even
swayed at last by my manly composure, you sign in a false
hand.
Alice:
Mightn’t this be my true hand, and my hand to the hotel register
false?
(Al shakes his head “no”, Alice looks to Silas, still
stone-faced, she dips the pen again and signs again. Al reaches into his pocket and pulls out
the cash and drops it in the middle of the desk.)
Al: Wish
I had 5 like you.
(Alice takes the money and her gloves, gets up,
looking at Silas and leaves. Trixie
and Sol watch her as she leaves.)
Dan:
(to Sol) I’d expect that puts you up.
(Sol, standing, curiously watches Alice as she comes
down the stairs. He proceeds up the
stairs past her, watching as she exits the Gem.)
(Inside the Chez Amie, Joanie and Jane are sitting by
the door.)
Jane: Last thing required at a child’s sickbed,
unlubricated drunk sweatin’ and fuckin’ vomitin’.
Joanie:
Well, I ain’t one for blood, is my worry.
(There’s a knock at the door. Joanie gets up to open the door. Con & Leon have finally arrived,
panting. Con is doubled over in
pain at the entrance.)
Con: (holding his crotch)
Aw…I may be worse hurt than
him. Aw! Aw!
(Jane gets up, eyeing the
sled.)
(No.10 Saloon, Steve is sitting at a table,
drinking.)
Steve: (Slurring)
In whose keeping would the horse
have been? Whose oversight would
have let him loose and not have seen him pursued? Every answer lay at the
livery.
Rutherford: I propose we put in towards a white satin comforter
to be presented to the injured boy’s mother.
Steve:
“Back in three hours,” scrawled in nigger on a sign pinned to the door. Oh…I wish I’d have caught ‘em
leavin’. Torn up fucking back and
all, wish I’d have seen ‘em run, the pure fucking niggerness of it.
Rutherford: Here’s
Tom.
(Tom enters slowly, he looks over and sees his
bicycle leaning against the wall, the mud still caked to it’s front
wheel.)
Tom:
Take that fuckin’ thing
outside.
Harry: (To another) Outside with it, leaned
somewhere out of sight.
(Tom grabs a bottle, tosses his hat on a table and
sits down alone to drink.)
Rutherford:
Uh, on behalf of all of us,
uh, just to say we’re—we’re sorry.
Tom:
Thank you.
Steve:
Tom Nuttall bears no more responsibility in any fucking way…to the hurt to the
Sheriff’s boy than I do as an innocent fucking helpful bystander! Jungle fucking
niggers!
(Tom has his head down on the
table.)
(Al’s office with Sol &
Silas.)
Al: Before his present troubles and whilst you pursued
your preferred activities, your partner Bullock joined in a campaign to which I
hope you will now subscribe.
Sol: What
do you mean my “preferred activities”?
Al: Oh, a
reference to your people’s penchant for money-gettin’. A poor attempt at
wit.
Sol: I
don’t find those funny.
Al: I
apologize.
Sol: If
you want my help, don’t insult me.
Al: Oh,
Jesus Christ, show me the secret grip that proves my regret and let’s be about
our fucking business. Will you salt
Adams with expertise about Helena’s politics and Butte’s, to be taken by this
cunt Commissioner as samplings of a vein of familiarity so rich, wide and deep
as to leave this Commissioner in no doubt that Montana, stiff-pricked, courted
Adams as Deadwood’s representative (Silas
nods) so strenuously towards annexation it forced him to flee, lest he say,
“Yes, yes, take us now.” And yield the virtue of the camp on the
spot?
Sol: (stands, turns and looks at Als bed, looks
back at Al.) Yeah, I’ll school him.
(Looks to Adams and back, confident. Al sits back in his chair and
nods.)
(Trixie enters Alma’s room. She approaches Sofia and pets on her a
moment. Sofia looks up and smiles
at Trixie. Trixie turns and walks
back to Alma.)
Alma: Does William Bullock continue
unchanged?
Trixie:
As to Ellsworth’s proposal of marriage, which way do you
incline?
Alma: Do
you take us in from on high then, Trixie, and are you privy to all our secrets?
Trixie:
Which way?
Alma: (pauses) The prospect of Ellsworth in
the role of father delights me.
Trixie: If it’s fuckin’ him gives you pause, he’d never make
you.
Alma:
What gives me pause, having had the experience, is the prospect of marriage
without love.
Trixie:
Yeah, but when it came to cases, you took that fucking leap. Ellsworth waits on your answer…whatever
you await before giving it. (She walks back over to Sofia and leans in
close to her, whispering) Bye-bye.
(Sofia smiles, Trixie turns &
leaves.)
(Al’s office)
Al: Names
and places, Star, as instructed, leaving it to us as to their
deployment.
Sol: (pacing) Butte’s got Montana’s
gold. Being territorial seat,
Helena might well romance us, for balance against Butte. Clark and Daly are the two strongest men
in the territory.
Silas: Both from Butte? (Sol nods)
Al: Both
from gold exclusive?
Sol:
Mm…Clark started in mercantile, but he’s strong in gold
now.
Al: Any
chance they might combine?
Sol: (Shaking head) Hah! They fucking hate each
other!
Silas: Who’s the later arrival?
Sol:
Daly, from Salt Lake, with Comstock money behind him.
Silas:
Backed with Comstock money, you’d consider his connection to Hearst? (Silas nods – agreeing with
himself.)
Al: What
do we know of Clark’s ways?
Sol:
Clark or Daly?
Al:
Clark, Star! We can’t chance
Daly.
Sol: I
don’t know Clark’s ways or Daly’s either.
I’m not from fucking Butte, remember?
Al: I
wonder if Clark’s ever been to Helena.
Sol:
Yeah, he’s been to Helena. I
fucking ate with him once, all right?
Al: (Leaning forward) Don’t tell me you
might recall what type appetite he exhibited or his preference as to food. Don’t tell me we might be fuckin’
gettin’ somewhere.
(Doc is at the Chez Amie, concentrating. He grabs Con’s crotch and pushes on the
hernia. Joanie turns
away.)
Con: Oh,
murder me someone!
Doc:
Quiet. (Doc finishes with Con and stands,
turning to check out Mose.)
Con:
Uh…
(Doc puts his head to Mose’s chest. He stands, looking at Joanie, then goes
to his bag. Jane enters with some
pitchforks. She hands one to
Joanie.)
Jane:
(demonstrating how to
lift Mose) We
slide these under the sled, lever the cocksucker vertical, tilt him further
forward and drop him on the sofa.
Doc: Why
not just run at him from across the room and stab him with all three
pitchforks? (He starts to leave, Jane looks at
him)
Jane: Ain’t you
gonna cut?
Doc: I
have other patients. I choose not
to undertake a futile and exhaustive procedure. Guessin’ through the fat where his heart
is, the bullet’s lodged too close.
Con: I’m
still in fuckin’ discomfort, Doc.
Doc:
Nurse him, he’s herniated. (Doc leaves)
Jane:
He’s the cardsharp told be about Bill.
I’d punch that cocksucker in the balls before I’d cup ‘em for
comfort. (She puts the pitchforks aside and
approaches Mose.) Alright, Slim.
(Mose wheezes, Jane wrings out a
cloth. Leon slides sideways up to
Joanie, leaning against a wall.)
Leon: Hey,
Joanie.
Joanie:
No
chance, Leon.
(Mose gasps as Jane cleans
him.)
(Doc’s place. William is coughing as Martha watches
over him. Seth is behind
her.)
Seth: The
doctor says that the cloth to his brow may comfort William, and being spoken
to.
Martha:
(Whispers, hands to face) If I had
kept him in Michigan…
Seth: (After a
long pause…) Yes.
Martha: (Whispers)
I want to take him
home.
Seth: Doc
says better he’s not moved.
Martha:
There’s no better about it. (pause)
Is there? (William coughs, Martha
winces with each sound he makes.) What does the doctor tell us to
say?
(Hugo Jarry approaches “The Pioneer” and looks in, he
tries the knob, it’s locked. He
knocks. Blazanov and Sol watch
through a window.)
Hugo:
Mr. Merrick, might we have a
word?
Merrick:
(Closes the shade on the door) You
and I, Commissioner Jarry, have nothing whatever to discuss! Seek your conversations
elsewhere!
(Sol and Blazanov watch, Jarry starts to leave and
pauses in front of the window, peering in.
Merrick closes it’s shade as well.
Jarry leaves.)
Merrick: I hope that will achieve what the party adjoining us
intends. (He nods up to the Gem
door.)
Blazanov:(To Sol)
Thank you. (He nods to Sol, Sol nods
back.)
(Al’s office, Silas, Al & Jarry
meet.)
Silas: So
what the fuck do you want with us?
Al: Shut
up.
Hugo: I
hope that even in the gravest of outcomes, the Sheriff’s crisis could produce
the blessing of our reconciliation.
Al: I’m
listenin’.
Silas: Well, then shame the fuck on
you!
Hugo: Gentlemen, we are men of experience. Self-interest is immutable, but its
dictates vary daily.
Silas: You talk like
you take it up the ass.
Hugo: I do not, my
friend Adams, take it up the ass.
Silas: Don’t call me your fuckin’
friend!
Hugo: But I suspect
those that do consider that they advance their own interests. Like them, shall we not pursue that
which gratifies us mutually?
Al: If
you’d calm the fuck down.
Silas: I’m the one he insulted. I’ve got pride if you
fuckin’ don’t.
Al: I’ve
got pride, I just know when to fuckin’ swallow it.
Silas: Maybe you take it up the ass.
Al: Jesus
fuckin’ Christ, must I make you leave the room?
Hugo: Gentlemen.
Al: Tell
him what Bullock had you doing. (Silas looks at Al) Tell him…(reaches into his desk drawer and puts 3
shot glasses on the desk) what you were doin’ in
Montana.
(Silas, resigned, leans forward, hands on knees and
sighs.)
(Doc walks down the alley to his cabin. He peers inside the window and sees
Martha wiping William’s brow, Seth standing behind. He looks down, turns around and looks
down the alley for a moment.
Walking back the way he came, he stops to talk to
Jewel.)
Doc: Any
turn here, come and get me at the Chez Amie.
Jewel:
Sure, Doc.
Doc: I’m
gonna be operatin’ on a whale.
(He turns from Jewel and continues down the alley,
tipping his hat to Mr. Wu.)
(Al’s office, Jarry holds his
glass)
Hugo: It
strains credulity. The imagination
balks.
Silas: I
sit here, right, and he calls me a fuckin’ liar?!
Hugo: No
one is calling you a liar, Mr. Adams.
In fact, I’m sure even you would agree, the idea of a man conducting the
business of his territory from the backroom of a restaurant.
Silas:
The
Stonehouse!
Hugo: The
Stonehouse, offering a bounty for the allegiance of others while wearing a bag
over his head.
Al: I
won’t pretend it didn’t strike me strange.
Hugo: Maintaining anonymity, clearly, while
forming an impression of Adams. The
mind imagines other paths to the purpose.
Silas: I’m giving less and less a fuck for what you strain
and balk at too.
Hugo: Apart
from what the bag bespeaks of the wearer, what concerns me is their offer for
your support.
Silas: Ask me what
ought to concern us—is the offer fuckin’ real?
Al: We
turn the camp toward Montana, $50,000 ain’t unreasonable. (Looks at Hugo) Though anyone can bandy
numbers.
Silas:
What’s unreasonable is fucking Bullock’s quote on his cut.
Al: Clark
would have the 50, but was the man really speakin’ for
Clark?
Hugo: (Leaning
forward) Consider another
alternative. What if it was Clark
who was speaking? Why would a
representative of Clark unknown to Adams, therefore unrecognizable, never to
meet him again, conceal his identity beneath a bag?
Silas: Maybe he had open sores.
Hugo: Clark knew you would be able to recognize him from
photographs, or at least it was a risk he might not want to
take.
Al:
Anyways.
Hugo: If
Deadwood could grant an interval before answering Montana’s offer, I will convey
my impressions to Yankton and learn whether they wish to
counter.
Al: I
have no objection. Though I speak
only for myself.
Hugo: Mr.
Swearengen, you are far too modest.
Gentlemen.
(Hugo gets up and grabs his things and leaves. Silas watches him go, once the door is
shut he leans forward to Al.)
Silas: What just happened?
Al: (Smiling) We knocked the cocksucker
up. And soon he will find himself
deliverin’.
Silas: The 50?
Al:
Elections. (They drink)
Silas I wonder how that boy’s doing.
Al: Ain’t
my department.
(Night time, there’s a campfire, looks to be in the
woods. Fields is pissing close by,
Hostetler is laying down by the fire.)
Hostetler: You could put yourself to more
distance.
Fields:
I’m scared to go off in the dark. I
can’t piss when I’m scared. (He turns
around.) What about Oregon, Hostetler?
You could be my apprentice. (Lays
down) Carry love notes from pot-gut shitheads to those fat-ass women that
they keep on the side. (A horse neighs in the
distance)
Hostetler: I’m gonna catch that son of a bitch and take him back to
camp. (neigh)
Fields:
That could bring about some
killing.
Hostetler: Kill the horse, that’s on them. I guess it’s their right. But they ain’t gonna get to kill
me.
Fields:
‘Cause when it comes to them cases, you’ll blow your own fucking head off. And once you’ve cheated those white
cocksuckers, won’t they just roll around and gnash their
teeth?
Hostetler: What do you mean “cheat”?
Fields:
“God damn, Hostetler beat us. He
done come out victorious with his fucking head blowed
off.”
Hostetler: I ain’t never cheated no white cocksucker in my
life. (Fields leans up on his elbow)
For that matter, no nigger either.
Fields:
They ain’t hung you yet, Hostetler.
And maybe they won’t even get the chance. But they sure have made you crazy with
pride.
Hostetler: (Stokes the
fire) A man that did go back to tell his part…and brought the horse that he
set loose…to them that he caused to suffer, paid respect for the pain that he
couldn’t fix…now if’n—if’n it-it happened…that they forgive him, so he didn’t
have to do to hisself what he wouldn’t let be done to him…well then, I guard,
that man might think, settin’ forth afterwards with whatever fuckin’ loudmouth
went along with him…that if he made
it to Oregon alive…(chuckles, lays back
down) The two of ‘em might open a livery. (Turns his back, readying to
sleep.)
Fields:
Then let’s find that fucking
horse.
(Bella Union, Cy is sitting with Wolcott. Jarry approaches the table and drops his
notebook on it, leaning over the table.)
Hugo: Back among friends. (Pulls out a
chair.)
Cy:
With what increase in
knowledge?
Hugo: (Sitting)
Mr. Merrick proved reticent, so I
made a call to the Gem Saloon, where Swearengen and that young cutthroat
Adams—
Cy: Yankton’s young cutthroat times past, if memory don’t
deceive.
Hugo: Adams, as
it happens, had just returned from Helena.
He was sent there by Swearengen in order to hear from Montana an offer to
annex this camp. It emerges further
that, pretensions to holiness notwithstanding, your Sheriff Bullock is the
courtship’s go-between.
Cy: (Chuckles) There’s all kind of sense in
that—Bullock beddin’ down with Swearengen bein’ as they nearly killed each
other.
Hugo: Might not greed and enmity in Bullock be served by
passing on to Swearengen an overture beneficial to Bullock’s pocket, requiring
of Swearengen the demeaning business of filling it?
Wolcott:
What did the Helena conversations produce?
Hugo: An offer of
50,000 for Swearengen to back Montana.
Cy: He’s
losin’ his belly for the grift. I’d
have said they offered 100.
Hugo: Impossible,
certainly, to know what offer was made, and if made, would be honored by Montana
in the act.
Wolcott:
Will they entertain other offers?
Hugo:
That Swearengen traffics in bribes, I testify to firsthand. (Cy laughs and takes a drink.) That your
employer is a man of means, you have amply demonstrated. Swearengen putting himself up for auction, and as he has
not hitherto without the stipulation of local appointments, is the development
of consequence. Let the Montana
offer be real or a fraud of his concoction, Swearengen is certainly real. Your employer will have to decide
whether he wants to pay Swearengen and not quibble over his pumping the
price. And let those who are
dismayed over the enlistment of Swearengen recall that combat makes comrades,
and be resigned.
Cy:
Biggest fish I ever seen landed, Commissioner. Did I say that resigned
enough?
Wolcott:
Had Swearengen word of Bullock’s boy?
Cy: It’s
surprising which comrades will show up sentimental.
(Al steps out onto his balcony, looking
around.)
(Doc’s cabin, William is gasping, Seth and Martha
sitting by him.)
Seth: Trixie asked me to thank you for finding her error in
numbers this afternoon…ducks have landed on the spearfish
pond.
Martha:
Father’s eager to hear you sound your calls.
Seth:
Hear you calling them in…I’m proud of the calls you’ve made. I’ve much enjoyed showing you how to
make them. Now you make them better
than I do. Thank you for caring for
your mother…at times when I’m away.
It’s a comfort to know you are with her. I am much pleased now that we all can be
together.
Martha: I
am so much pleased, William. As is
your father.
Seth:
Calling ducks…and your garden…helping your mother, and that we love
you.
Martha:
Rest now, William. We’ll rest and
rise together.
(They look over him,
crying)
(E.B. looks up the staircase of the
hotel…)
EB: Account for yourself
Richardson.
(Richardson is holding up his antlers to the rack of
moose antlers on the wall. He
quickly stops, turning and holding his antlers behind his back.)
Richardson: (displaying the antlers) I’m praying for
the Sheriff’s boy.
EB:
To the god of antlers and
hooves?
Richardson:
It protected Mrs. Garret when
she walked alone at night. (He turns and
holds the antlers up to the moose rack again) I’m asking it to bless his
journey.
EB: Pray
away then, moron, for all the harm you will do. But leave off when the guests
ascend.
(Sol sits in Merrick's office, watching Ellsworth
work the hardware store in the distance.
Merrick approaches with a tray of tea and cups for him, Sol and
Blazanov. Sol stands and Merrick
pours. They each take a cup, and
sip. Merrick sighs. Sol leaves,
tipping his hat.)
( Al standsl on the balcony. He turns and walks inside Al comes downstairs, Trixie is sitting
at a table.)
Al: Why
ain’t you among the circumcised? (They look at each other.) The day saw
advances, Trixie. None
miraculous. (He walks to the bar) Where’s the
gimp?
Trixie:
On watch outside Cochran’s.
Al: Why
not stand with her?
(Trixie nods, drinks, gets up and
leaves.)
(Outside Doc’s, Mr. Wu walks down the alley, teacup
in hand. He approaches Jewel,
standing outside Doc’s. He takes the cover off the teacup and
holds it out to Jewel.)
Jewel: Oh
no—gimp. (nodding to her hands) Can’t hold the
cup. (Sol
approaches)
(She smiles at Mr. Wul. Sol stands next to Jewel and Mr. Wu
replaces the lid on the tea cup.
Sol tips his hat to Mr. Wu, who leaves. Trixie walks down the alley, Mr. Wu and
she exchange glances. She stands
next to Sol.)
(Inside the cabin, William takes a deep breath,
gasping. Martha touches his
brow. William gasps and then lets
out a long slow breath before he stops breathing. Seth and Martha watch in
terror)
(Chez Amie, Joanie is helping Doc prepare his
instruments for surgery.)
Doc: The
hoof hits just one inch to the right, the boy’s pain is gone, they don’t have to
watch him suffer. I
doubt he’s omniscient. I know he’s
myopic.
Jane: Why
don’t you concentrate on the fuckin’ task at hand? (Sitting) Go on!
Doc: (Hands Joanie the scalpel, whispers)
Hold this. (normal voice) Now…we may not be able to
find the bullet in and amongst the adipose tissue. Or, finding it, we may not be able to
remove it…or removing it, to avoid killing him. I guess we could give it a
fucking whirl. Con & Leon look on
squeamishly as Doc cuts into Mose’s chest)
(Grand Central, we see Andy Cramed enter. E.B. is in back, chopping
onions)
Andy:
My name is Cramed. I heard a boy was trampled and like to
die.
EB: You
look familiar.
Andy: I
came last year to hustle dice, took sick with plague. I—I minister now in
Lead.
EB: How’s
the new racket pay?
Andy: Knowing this camp’s without a minister, I come to be
on call to the family. Shall I ask
elsewhere or will you tell me their name?
EB:
Bullock. Their boy is at Cochran’s
cabin.
Andy: Thank you.
EB: $2 a
room if you’re stayin’ over.
Andy: I
may.
EB: 50¢
off for clergy. $6 extra if they
set up for dice in the room. (Andy glares at E.B. and turns to
leave.) Avoid looking left as
you exit, if idolatry offend you.
(We see Richardson still praying to the antlers as
Andy leaves.
(Andy pauses on the porch, puts his hat on and starts
towards Doc’s cabin. Alma watches
from her window. Ellsworth closes
up the hardware store, stepping onto the thoroughfare. He watches Andy, bible in hand, making
his way down the alley.
(Sofia is sleeping, Alma leaves the room. When Richardson hears the door open, he
quickly puts the antlers behind his back and waits. E.B. walks out from the kitchen and
pauses at the sound of Alma’s voice.)
Alma:
Good evening, Richardson. (She comes down the stairs and stands in
front of him.) I will take the air very briefly. I’ve left my door ajar, indicating my
trust for you, which you’ve well earned in days past, escorting me so
reliably. Will you stand in the
hallway above so that you may answer if Sofia wakes and calls out? (Richardson shuffles past her, careful to
hide the antlers) Um, “your
mother is just away, Sofia, very, very soon to return, and—and all is
well.”
Richardson: (Backing up
the stairs) Yes,
Ma’am.
Alma:
Perhaps without going inside, as this might frighten
her.
Richardson: Yes.
(Alma leaves, E.B. sits
backwards in a chair)
( Andy is still on his way
to Doc’s, passing by Sol, Trixie and Jewel. They watch him approach the
cabin)
( Ellsworth joins Alma on
the porch of the hotel)
(Inside Doc’s, Martha lays her hand on William’s
forehead, Seth by her side.)
( Silas and Dan sit in the
saloon. Al returns to his
office. Dan slowly removes his hat
and sets it on the table.)
(Seth steps outside Doc’s door and greets
Andy with tears in his eyes. Andy
removes his hat and speaks to Seth.
Sol, seeing his partner’s face, turns and walks away. Trixie and Jewel watch Sol
leave.)
(Alma and Ellsworth watch
Sol approach on the street Sol’s face tells them what they wanted to
know.)
(Al, is on his balcony,
sees Sol and understands. He sighs and walks back
inside)
The End
Click here to hear the music from the credits
Written
by: Sara Hess
Directed
by: Dan Minahan
Al Swearengen: Ian McShane Dan Dority: W Earl Brown
Seth Bullock: Timothy Olyphant
Alma Garret: Molly Parker
Ellsworth: Jim Beaver
Doc Cochran: Brad Dourif
Sol Star: John Hawkes
Trixie: Paula Malcomson
Tom Nuttall: Leon Rippy
Cy Tolliver: Powers Boothe
Leon: Larry Cedar
Sophia: Bree Seanna Wall
Silas Adams: Titus Welliver
Martha Bullock: Anna Gunn
Hugo Jarry: Stephen Toblowsky
Mose Manual: Pruitt Taylor Vince |
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
Mr. Wu: Keone Young
Joanie Stubbs: Kim Dickens
Con Stapleton: Peter Jason
Wiliam Bullock: Josh Eriksson
Francis Wolcott: Garret Dillihunt
Blazanov: Pavel Lychnikoff
Steve: Michael Harney
Richardson: Ralph Richeson |
Transcription last updated on 02/06/2007 | |
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