Episode 14
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(Al’s
office, Al is leaning against his desk, Doc is wrapping up his
ribs…)
Doc: That’s good.
Al: How’s Bullock doing?
Doc: I don’t discuss my patients one with
another.
Al: Bleeding through his fucking ear? He was bleeding through it pretty
fucking good out there in the thoroughfare.
Doc: Tell me about that other
department.
Al: Inform that fucking lunatic next you see
him I’m fit as a fucking fiddle and ready to play on.
Doc: (Helping
Al back into his long johns top) Inform me, Al, to what mark in your
piss-pot did you fill?
Al: The volume was adequate. I didn’t check the
mark.
Doc: (Sits) Any discharge of gleets, burning
or soreness?
(There’s a
knocking on the door, Johnny enters with Al’s suit on a
hanger)
Johnny:
I got your suit back from Mr.
–Whoo! It’s kind of, like,
aromafied from that solvent.
Al: Why don’t you let it cure in the air for a
while, huh, Johnny? (Johnny walks to the
balcony door) Not on the balcony.
Not on the fucking balcony.
(Johnny
leaves, Al takes a swig from the whiskey bottle.)
Doc: Gleets, burning, soreness?
(Another
knocking on the door, E.B. enters the office…)
EB: He’s come back to my hotel.
Al: Bullock.
EB: Upstairs to the widow. I can’t say if they’re in rut.
I
didn’t linger for the song of the bedstead. (Al nods his head. E.B. clears his throat and puts his hat
back on…) Let me go check on those fucking whores.
(E.B.
leaves, Doc closes his eyes and shakes his head.)
Al: No more in that department. That fucking discussion is
over.
(Alma’s
room at the Grand Central, Sophia is sleeping… Alma and Seth are
seated.)
Alma: I
was relieved Mr. Star and Mr. Utter weren’t more badly
injured.
Seth:
Yes.
Alma: (Tilts her head at Seth, puts her hands in
her lap…) I hope my coming to your store caused no
awkwardness.
Seth: It was kind of you bringing that basket for my
family.
Alma: May I ask if
you had been aware their arrival was so imminent?
Seth: No. She had written that William seemed
entirely recovered, but no mention of intending to travel.
Alma: (Nods her head) He’s handsome…your brother’s
son.
Seth: He’s a fine boy.
Alma: (Kneels down in from of Seth…) I would so like to see to your injuries, however
superficially.
Seth: My proposal would be we leave the camp immediately,
or remain and sever connection.
Alma: (Pauses) A choice for me to
make?
Seth: Yes. I
don’t seek to absolve myself. I
don’t believe I’m to be relied upon for good judgment.
Alma: Or even for an
account of your own feelings?
Seth: I only
know that for us to stay and not sever connection would add lying to her
humiliation – renew her humiliation daily.
Alma: Yes, I
understand. (Alma stands and walks across
the room) You say I must choose immediately?
Seth:
Tonight.
Alma: I’d need some
part of tonight to consider.
Seth:
Yes.
Alma: Others are
involved for me as well.
Seth: (Stands) I’ll come back in a few hours.
(He turns to leave, Alma stops
him…)
Alma: Be very
careful in the interim, Mr. Bullock.
Seth:
Alright.
Alma: (Whispering) Be
careful.
(Seth
leaves, not turning back. Alma
looks over at the sleeping Sophia…)
(Hardware
store, Trixie and Charlie are moving Sol down from the countertop where he lay
while Doc removed the bullet…)
Trixie:
Two, fucking
three.
(Sol
groans.)
Charlie:
Easy.
(They help
walk him into the back room, A.W. Merrick lighting the
way.)
Charlie:
A lovely family, the
Bullocks.
Trixie:
Grand.
Sol: Looked forward all this while, and meet
‘em with my load on.
Charlie:
Easy does it.
Easy.
(Charlie
lifts Sol to set him down on his bed, Trixie helps lift his legs
up…)
Trixie:
Two, fucking three! (They all groan as they move
Sol.)
Sol: Thank you, Mr. Utter.
Charlie:
Okay.
Sol: Much obliged, Mr.
Merrick.
Trixie: I
got him. (Covers Sol with a blanket, he
groans.) Get the fuck out. (Charlie
leaves, A.W. doesn’t move, Trixie points to the door.) Get the fuck
out. (A.W. exits the back room and joins Charlie
in the store.)
Charlie:
I ought probably to get some
weapons.
(Merrick
looks at Charlie, confused, he leans back to look in the back room at Trixie and
Sol, he walks over and closes the door, turning back to
Charlie.)
AW: (Whispering) Why?
Charlie:
What?
AW: (louder) Why would
you?
Charlie:
Maybe you didn’t notice Bullock was
without his gun.
AW: No, I did. Perhaps with the ringing in your ears,
you didn’t hear Mr. Bullock say he’d get his old weapon
back.
Charlie:
You think maybe a new one might be useful to Bullock arranging his old one’s
return? And more backing his position?
(Seth
enters and walks straight back to Sol…)
Seth: May I have a word with Sol?
Trixie: Sure. (Leans in to speak to Sol) Will you mind if I hang around awhile.
Sol: Fuck, no.
Trixie:
As she’s leaving, she mutters to herself)
Self-deluding, interfering motherfucker.
(Charlie,
and eventually A.W. Merrick, follow her outside.)
Seth: I’m sorry you got shot.
Sol: A man like me gets used to
it.
Seth: If it
had came to it, I’d have seen to dissolving the partnership, sending your mother
the proceeds.
Sol: Why would I expect
otherwise?
Seth: And I
know you would do the same.
Sol: What are you thinking
of?
Seth: Along
with any funds I might forward.
Sol: From the afterlife, you
mean?
Seth: (Louder) Any funds I’d send subsequent,
I know you’d administer in their interests – Martha and the
boy.
Sol: Yes, you’re correct. What are you fucking thinking of? (Seth looks away and shakes his head
slightly) What we’ve built and been through, you don’t get to walk away
without saying why.
Seth: You know
why.
Sol: That don’t mean you don’t have to say
it. I’m sick of knowing and you not
saying.
Seth: I love
her.
Sol: Good! You fucking said it. And now I get to tell you you’re
wrong. You loved her these months
and stayed. It ain’t love that’d
make you run, but shame. Now let me
ask you this, you think shame would end when you cleared the fucking
camp?
Seth: It’s
shameful either way, Sol.
Sol: It’s life either way,
Seth.
Seth: (Stands up)
I’m sorry you got
shot.
Sol: Well I am too, but I like being loaded. I like telling you what the fuck I
think, you cocksucker. (Seth looks down
at Sol.)
Seth: I know you will see to their
interests.
Sol: Yes, I will, you cocksucker! And I like saying
“cocksucker.” What the fuck do you think of that?
(Outside,
Trixie is smoking a cigarette, Charlie is standing next to her, looking
around.)
Trixie:
Want
a fast blow-job?
Charlie:
(Looks at her with surprise.)
What?
Trixie:
Quick open air
blow-job.
Charlie:
(Chuckles, stammering) Uh, no, Thank
you. (Seth comes out of the store,
passing them) Uh, Bullock.
Seth: Charlie. (They
start walking down the thoroughfare.)
Trixie:
Maybe Mr. Star will want one. (Turns and goes back
inside.)
Seth: Thanks for going against
orders.
Charlie:
I’ll tell you, I got such a fucking ringing in my ears.
Seth: (Louder) Thanks for taking my back
before.
Charlie:
Oh, you’re welcome. Hey, (they stop) I’ll bet your wife and son
are overtook by that lovely home you built them. (Points to the house, Seth gazes in that
direction) Uh, and what did that boy say about a creek in his own front
yard? (Seth pauses a moment, then
continues walking) And that’s a fine appearance he makes. And if you don’t mind my saying, she is
one striking woman, Mrs. Bullock. (Seth
stops and looks back at Charlie) Sense of dignified and
upright.
Seth: Thank
you.
Charlie:
Anyways, where the fuck you headed?
Seth: To get
my things from Al Swearengen.
Charlie:
Oh.
Seth: Maybe
for a word with Dan Dority too. (Points
to his head) Gave me this fucking
headache.
Charlie:
To the Gem then. (Seth nods, turns, and continues
walking. Charlie starts acting
dizzy, bending over, arms out, as if trying to steady himself from dizziness)
Jesus Christ. I’m faint. (Seth walks back to Charlie) A faintness
come over me. Oh, Jesus. (Seth puts his hand on Charlie’s shoulder)
That’s a lightheaded fucking sensation. Oh.
Seth: Did you
want to go to your place?
Charlie:
Oh, maybe I should. Maybe that’s
the fucking prudent course. (Seth puts
Charlie’s arm around his shoulder.)
Seth: Give me some weight. (Charlie groans) Come on. (They start walking)
Charlie:
Yeah, to not keel forward and drown in fucking horseshit. Ooh.
Seth: How are you feeling?
Charlie:
Things are a little wavy-like before my eyes. (They pass by the Gem, piano music playing)
Fuck the Gem. Gem’ll fucking
wait.
(Inside the
Gem, Al and Silas are seated at the bar, Dan is behind the bar.)
Adams:
For what it’s worth, Yankton’s
afraid of Bullock.
(Al, a
surprised look on his face, looks at Adams, then Dan. Dan looks at Adams with a contemptuous
look.)
Al: Don’t say no more. Refrain from explaining
yourself.
Adams:
Till Congress approves, nothing’s to say the hills get made part of Dakota. Far as that, Montana’s got pull Dakota
don’t. Montana’s got silver for
bribes.
Al: Thieving Indian agent’s all fucking
Dakota’s got.
Adams: It
ain’t fucking fresh money to the game.
Dan: And how does that argue for Bullock
living or dying?
Adams:
Yankton thinks Bullock’s Montana’s man.
Al: On what basis?
Adams: He
was favorite of a judge in Helena that wanted him in politics. They figure he’s a stalking horse here
for the judge’s interests.
Dan: Then Yankton’s got their head up
their fucking asses. If they think
Bullock’s anybody’s man. Hell,
Bullock himself don’t even know whose man he is.
Al: In the thoroughfare, as I readied to stab
the cocksucker, did you have no impulse to hint at this?
Adams:
The moment didn’t seem right.
Al: Over
time, your quickness with a cocky rejoinder must have gotten you many punches in
the face.
Adams:
Depends on what you call “many.”
Dan: There’s another fucking clever one.
(Lays his shotgun on the bar, looks at Al
and motions his head to Adams.)
Al: To Yankton’s thinking, would Bullock dead curb
Montana’s interests or incite them to a stronger
expression?
Adams: I
don’t know.
Al: If he’s spoiling to mix it with us
further, they may get a chance to find out.
(Dan picks
up his shotgun and taps the butt on the bar top –
ready.)
(Back in
Alma’s room, Sophia is still asleep)
Alma: He
will leave with me, if I tell him that’s my wish. (Pauses) As to what our life would be,
that’s another question.
Miss
Isringhausen: I would say, Ma’am, it
might be like – living atop a volcano.
Alma: That’s been done, Miss
Isringhausen.
Miss
Isringhausen: Certainly. And with a good deal of excitement, I
should think. A sense of high
adventure every day. And, of
course, Danger.
Alma: As to
excitement, would you possibly…add happiness?
Miss
Isringhausen: Why not, Mrs. Garret?
(Alma stands and walks to the window)
Please don’t be angry with me, Ma’am.
Alma: No. (Gazes out the window for a moment) We
do love each other. Our being
together ought not to seem so outlandish a proposition…
Miss
Isringhausen: No,
Ma’am…
Alma: …except for
every other single thing.
(Charlie
and Seth have arrived outside Utter Mail &
Freight…)
Charlie:
Uh…Oh boy. Yeah, there you go. Thank you. Thank you, Bullock. Ooh. (Charlie sits down on a crate, outside the
building, across from a bench)
Seth: Alright.
Charlie:
(Puts his hand up) I’m next to
completely collected. (groans) Three
separate occasions I’ve been shot at, hit, and fought on. And now, a miss takes my
equilibrium.
Seth: Anyways.
Charlie:
Uh…You – want to get to the Gem, huh?
Seth:
Yeah.
Charlie:
Why?
Seth: I told
you why.
Charlie:
Well, I mean why just this instant, say, different from later a little while,
when a friend could back your play?
I mean, someplace you need to get to after that?
(Seth looks
at Charlie for a long moment, looks behind him at the bench, backs up a bit to
sit down…)
(The Chez
Amie, Joanie and Maddie and all the girls enter with
lamps)
Joanie:
I got the elements stored in the
back.
Maddie: I
hope to Christ you do. (Turns to the
door) Come in. (The new whores begin to enter) Don’t
anyone bolt for freedom.
Joanie: I
kept accumulating them secret so Cy wouldn’t think I was
proceeding.
(They enter
a back room, they all look around.
Maddie smiles.)
Maddie:
Well, well,
well.
Joanie:
There’s the wallpaper you sent, Maddie.
Maddie:
Yes, Ma’am. Ladies, why don’t you
put your attention to some of the lighter furniture, and we’ll hire some great
minds to do the heavy lifting? (She looks
at Doris) Roll up your sleeves, Doris.
Hard work dispels worry.
(Hardware
store, Trixie is sitting next to a resting Sol…)
Trixie:
I pray to God your shoulder pain’s
like some sharp-toothed creature’s inside chewing at it and
gnawing.
Sol: How did I give
offense?
Trixie:
No one needs feeling as good as you’d feel otherwise.
Sol: Hmmph.
Trixie: I
say from -- fucking experience. And
I didn’t need the fucking activity today – and the fucking crises. I prefer sucking prick is the fucking
short of it.
Sol: I would settle for a vigorous
hand-holding.
Trixie:
You are a funny fucking Jew. (Sol grunts, laughing) And type that
insinuates himself.
(Trixie
takes her hand and places it on his chest.
He reaches for it with his good hand and pulls himself
closer.)
(Cy’s
office…he is talking to Con, Leon and Lila)
Cy: General principle, I believe in fostering people’s
tries at improving their selves, and I think you all also know that I got a
special fondness for Joanie Stubbs.
And if those things wasn’t true, in this camp at this precise juncture,
I, Cy Tolliver, would not have backed an exclusively high-end whoring operation
at the far fucking end of the camp without concealed access for it’s trade. But, be that as it may, and – wishing
Joanie Godspeed, This congregation gathers so that I can assure each of you that
our operation here, the Bella Union, is organized exactly to capitalize on what
this camp is ready for and for what
it’s going to become. I want each
of you to take one of these…(takes out
some gold coins) As a gesture
of optimism and good will. (Slaps the
coins down on the desk)
( Doc’s
cabin, Doc digging around in someone’s skull and scoops out a piece of the
brain. Suddenly he hears a commotion outside.)
Jane: Keep your fucking distance! (Doc looks up and over at the window)
Remain on your side of the street!
(We see Jane, hanging by one leg
from her horse) Do
not interfere with me in any way!
Chinese cocksuckers!
(Doc,
tosses the piece of brain into a jar.
He washes his hands and
heads outside.)
Jane: Aw,
Jesus. (She’s groaning with the effort of
trying to reach for her stirrup, in order to get herself access to the rope on
her foot. Doc reaches
her…)
Doc: Well,
you are an entangled inebriate, are you not?
Jane: This happens
to be a rig and contraption of my own devising, against repeated accidental
falls, that has temporarily malfunctioned.
Doc: (Trying
to unknot her…) Very well knotted.
Jane: I’m
back in camp, Cochran, ‘cause I’m dying – and I need a place to breath my
fucking last, and not for no human aid or consolation. (Doc – still fumbling with all the knots…) Jesus Christ, you’re
bad with your hands! (Doc looks down at her) If I wasn’t
practically fucking dead, I’d reach that knife (straining to point to her knife) and
cut myself free. Yeah, I just
farted. So what? (Doc takes her knife from her boot…)
Hey! Hey! Hey! (Grabs the knife from
Doc) Don’t you disarm me, you cocksucker! Lift me up so I can cut myself
free.
Doc: (Moves behind her, grabs her shoulders…)
Alright, you ready? (He lifts her up
enough so she can cut the rope and free herself.) Alright now, give me that
hand. (Jane groans as Doc helps her stand
up)
Jane:
Ow.
Doc: Now…(he steadies her) step inside and let me
examine you, even if you are past help.
Enhancing my understanding may allow others the benefit of your mortal
illness.
Jane: (Looks at him for a moment – slaps him with
the back of her hand in the stomach) Do you
mock me, cocksucker?
Doc: No. Come
on inside. (Jane nods her head) Alright, there we
go. (He helps her walk inside)
Jane: Promise
when I’m dead, you’ll plant me with a view of where Bill
is.
(Alma,
still standing at the window, continuing the talk with Miss
I)
Alma: He
couldn’t have meant that, not possibly.
Miss
Isringhausen: Well, I shouldn’t have
thought so.
Alma: You don’t
believe he imagines where he and I to go, I’d leave Sophia
behind?
Miss
Isringhausen: I can’t be certain,
Mrs. Garret. I didn’t hear him
speak.
Alma: Because others
rescued her and nursed her, -- is the idea that she belongs to the camp? Are we some sort of vicious, filthy
outpost of Brook farm? (Miss Isringhausen
raises her eyebrows) She’s been with me for seven months. She’s a part of my life as I am of
hers. He couldn’t have. (She crosses her
arms.)
(Doc’s
cabin, Jane is lying down on the table…)
Jane: I
will not!
Doc: Jane, (shaking a thermometer at her) for me,
the female breast has long ago lost all mystery or allure. Open your Goddamn
blouse.
(Jane leans
up on her elbow in defense. Eying
the Doc. She lays back down with
her hat on her chest. She moves it
sharply to her side and begins to unbutton her blouse. Doc puts the thermometer in her
mouth…)
Jane: (through
clenched teeth) I’m keeping my eyes
shut but I’ll know every fucking move you make! I’ll have you further promise, that you
won’t forage in my remains after I’m dead, as you obviously don’t scruple from
that type of sick behavior.
Doc: (Holding a
stethoscope to her) I promise. Alright, sit up if you’re not too drunk. (He removes the thermometer from her mouth –
he looks at it, moving around the table, he put his stethoscope on a sidetable,
shakes out the thermometer and places it in a jar as Jane sits up and starts to
rebutton her blouse.) Your
liver runs from your chin to your genitals, so I suggest you quit
drinking.
Jane: I
will when you do, you ugly son of a bitch.
Doc: Nature is a forgiving mistress, and
you might could have some time to fill before she collects her
due.
Jane: As if I’d
credit any opinions of yours on the subject of health.
Doc: Well, if you do care to sojourn
among us, Charlie Utter has put aside a room for you at the freight
building.
Jane: Does he have
any animals in there?
(Outside
Utter Mail & Freight, Charlie and Seth are
talking…)
Seth: Fort Cooper, on the Butterfield stage
route.
Charlie:
I know that Fort – on the Brazos.
Seth: That’s
where I found him. I was 13, and he
had to send me back. But we had a…a
good talk before I left. Probably
I’d have come looking for him again, but—next year was the war. Robert was Calvary. No way to locate where he
was.
Charlie:
The fucking war had everyone all over everywhere.
Seth: We
wrote. Less after my father passed
and I headed to Montana. I had
letters when he married, when they had their boy (he smiles). And we’d threaten visits. When I finally did come to Fort Quitman
where Robert was posted and…met Martha and William, Robert wasn’t there. He was – following back some raid across
the Rio Grande. I had let it wait
too long. He got shot and killed in
Mexico and was buried there.
Charlie:
Fucking Mexico.
Seth: I went
down, found him – and brought him back. (Seth tears up)
Charlie:
Wrong to let him lay there…unless
you’re a Mexican.
(Seth
sighs, starts to tear up, nearly crying…Charlie stands
up…)
Charlie:
My bowels are in an upheaval. I’ll walk off to pass wind. (He stands a few feet away, waves his hat
behind.) Don’t ever say I’m not a fucking gentleman.
Jane: Fuck you
two!
(Seth looks up, raises his eyebrows as Jane approaches with a big smile on her face.)
(At the Gem, Al and Tom Nuttall are
talking at the bar. Silas is
leaning against the bar a few feet away.
Slippery Dan is seated at a table across the room, muttering to
himself…)
Slippery
Dan: Number 10…ruled me off, the
round-eyed toad.
Cocksucker.
Al: (groans)
Tom: My concern, past your physical well-being, is what
the dispute portends.
Al: Yeah, I don’t know. (Dan is glaring at
Silas)
Tom: Is it unsettled between you two or still
unresolved?
Al: I don’t fucking
know.
Tom: Your ribs are hurting, ain’t
they?
Al: Yeah they fucking hurt.
Tom: Well, I always believed, of his
sufferings on the cross, his busted ribs would have hurt him the
worst.
(Al sees
Hawkeye enter the Gem…)
Al: Hey, Adams?
Cutthroat friend, huh?
(To Hawkeye) And I
thought you was in Florida having your belly rubbed by a
Seminole.
Adams: (Approaches Hawkeye) What the
fuck?
Hawkeye:
You aren’t going to believe what
happened to me, boss.
Adams: If
Kate Hogranch is part of this story and fucking that half-breed, go ahead and
try me.
Hawkeye:
That’s not the stop that detained me.
Adams:
I’m past my fill of this shit. Next
time don’t fucking catch up. (Walks
away)
Hawkeye:
Guess the day of the Samaritan’s
passed. (Approaches a whore…) Stopped to help
stranded sisters. (Sits down with her…)
Hi.
Al: (To
Silas - mockingly) Severe reprimand.
(Johnny
pours shots for Adams and Dan, Dan holds down the bottle, forcing Johnny to pour
him a large glass full. Silas does
his shot , Dan drinks his whole
glass down, then throws his hat down on the bar. He glares at Silas as he walks
away.)
Tom: Them two seem disputatious as well,
huh?
Al: (Pouring another shot) Storm
clouds gather.
(Tom looks
up at the ceiling – looking for the clouds. Dan approaches the table that Hawkeye
and the whore are sharing. He slaps
the whore on the shoulder with a towel. She jumps up and hurries away. Dan begins vigorously wiping the table
clean.)
Butler:
Think you about got her clean there,
Hoss.
Dan: Another fucking clever one. You know, I bet when you and your
partner’s out on the trail, when you ain’t greasin’ poles and choosing who’s
going to be rider, Oh, I bet you and him just bust each other’s guts with your
little fucking funnies.
Butler:
Well, we do laugh some about you. (He
takes Dan by surprise with a headbutt to the belly and the fight begins. Dan flips Hawkeye over onto the floor,
he kicks him, straddles him and pins him to the ground.
Dan: Let’s hear a belly giggle now, (Looks at Silas, then back Hawkeye) you
cocksucker.
(He starts
punching Hawkeye…Al smiles at Silas.
Silas looks to Al, pleadingly…)
Al: No.
Adams: (Throwing his hat to the ground) God
damn it!
Slippery
Dan: Christ, that’s one country
ass-kicking!
Adams: (Charges Slippery Dan) Shut your fucking
mouth!
(Silas
grabs Slippery Dan by the jacket collar and slams him up on the wall, piercing
his chest on a pair of antlers hanging on the wall. The crowd
gasps.)
Tom: Ooh, he
just 12-pointed Slippery Dan.
(Slippery
hangs dead, Dan is still punching the hell out of Hawkeye. Al fires a shotgun into the ceiling and
Dan looks around to Al. He points
it at Dan.)
Al: Next one is to your head, Dan. Do not doubt me.
Dan: Well, that’s just fucking
great. That’s fucking
beautiful. (Dan gets up and storms
off)
Al: Feels like a cannon ball up my ass. (Puts the shotgun over his shoulder and
turns away.)
(Back at
Utters…Charlie and Seth are sitting quietly, listening to
Jane…)
Jane: Fella in Livingstone went sweet on me. Finnish fella from Finland, hardly spoke
fucking English. Brought me flowers
and some dry food they like there.
And, uh, one night, he takes my arm and he starts in and he, uh, whispers
in his Finland accent, (Whispers) “I
want to suck your cock.” (She laughs,
Charlie,j ust looks at her.) What do you fucking think of that? (She looks at Charlie, proud, hands on hips
Charlie:
(Pretending he didn’t
hear her) Uh, oh, I missed the end
part, Jane. Uh, can’t practically
hear fuck-all. A fucking bullet
near creased my ear.
Jane: It didn’t do
your face no fucking favors neither.
Charlie:
Yeah.
Jane: (Looks to Seth – his eyes are closed)
Put him to sleep.
Seth: I got to go. (Starts to stand, Charlie stops
him.)
Charlie:
No, no, no, wait, wait, wait. Uh,
wait. (Sits down next to Seth) Let me get
weapons.
Jane: For
what?
Charlie:
I told you, we was involved in a falling out, and I guess (Seth tries to get up, Charlie holds him
down) hostilities may be about to resume.
Jane: You gonna tell
me now who it was with?
Charlie:
Swearengen.
Jane: The limey
cocksucker nearly did for the little one?
Charlie:
Uh-huh.
Jane: Well why the
fuck was you withholding that information?
Charlie:
In the futile hope of preventing you roiling the fucking
waters.
Jane: How is that
little one the limey cocksucker nearly killed? Still in the care of the widow Garret?
(Seth stands
up)
Seth: I’ll have my badge and gun
back.
Jane: Well, go get
the fucking weapons for us to back him, Charlie.
Charlie:
Let me just wake my fucking watchman. (Bangs on the
door)
(Silas,
with Slippery Dan slung over his shoulder, heads over to Mr. Wu’s. Mr. Wu’s pigs are already feasting on
Bummer Dan. Doc is leaning over the
fence, watching the picnic. Mr. Wu
stands guard next to him.)
Doc: Alcoholic encephalopathy.
MrWu:
Huh? (He looks at
Doc)
Doc: Um…wet brain (Makes a pantomime of him taking a shot,
points to his head.)
(Mr. Wu
sighs and walks away, looks like he thinks Doc points to Bummer Dan’s body,
looks back and notices that Mr. Wu is no longer paying attention. Silas approaches Mr. Wu as Mr. Wu blocks
his path.)
MrWu:
Five Dollar.
(Silas nods
at Mr. Wu, tries to proceed to the pigpen, Mr. Wu holds up his hand, five
fingers splayed. Silas stops,
resigned, he shifts the body so that he can reach into his pocket , he takes out
a coin and hands it to Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu steps aside and allows Silas to proceed to the pigpen. Silas dumps Slippery Dan into the pen
and walks away. Hawkeye approaches
Silas, wiping his face with a handkerchief))
Hawkeye:
Anything else I can do for you,
Boss?
Adams:
Keep up. (Hawkeye looks down and nods his head. Silas grabs his shoulder, turning him
around. They walk
away.)
(At the
Gem, in Dan’s room, he’s sitting on the bed, hunched over with his back to us.
We see Al enter the room in a reflection in the mirror to Dan’s
right.)
Dan: Just save your fuckin’ words, Al. Don’t waste your precious time. You got any orders, you just send Adams
and he can deliver them. (Sobbing)
Al: Dan—
Dan: You chose! You took his fucking part!
Al: As was right and fucking proper at the
time.
Dan: Yeah, but you pointed the fucking gun at
me!
Al: And persuaded you I’d use it in order that
I didn’t need to. (Dan sobbing)
Dan? Where you or me would have
slammed that hoople up, planted him back and twisted the cocksucker till all the
points of that buck’s rack showed out his chest, and then done it twice more in
case the fuck mistook the first for accident, what did Adams
do?
Dan: (Still sobbing, he looks up at Al ) He
fucking walked away.
Al: Different man from you and me. (Dan looks down) Whatever
looks ahead, grievous abominations and disorder, you and me walk into it
together, like always. (He holds out the
shotgun to Dan. Dan takes
it…)
Dan: As you’ve never say to Adams?
Al: (Spits in his hand) As I’d never say to
Adams. (Dan stands, spits in his hand,
they shake, nearly hug, Al groans,
walks away, grimacing/smiling, Dan wipes his hand on his shirt front.) Send fucking Dolly up,
huh?
Dan: (Nods,
smiling) Yeah, sure thing,
Boss.
(Alma is
looking down on the thoroughfare from her window…)
Alma: When I first came to this camp and for many years
before, I depended on spirits of laudanum.
Miss
Isringhausen: May I ask against what
indisposition?
Alma: (huffs through her nose) Various
indispositions. The remedy was
invariable. Caring for Sophia has
been a great joy and a great freedom.
To give up her care in love’s name or any other – the selfishness of
that…I’d be too afraid.
(Back at
the Gem…)
Johnny:
I ain’t never seen a man killed like
that.
Dan: By God I’ll tell you what, Johnny, there
would have been a hell of a lot more
than two tines sticking through that cocksucker’s chest if it had been me or Al
impaling him.
Al: (Upstairs, yelling) Jesus
Christ!
Johnny:
Either Al got God or Dolly just
stuck her thumb back up his ass.
(Al’s
office, Al is bent over clinging to his desk while Dolly is working her thumb in
his ass.)
Al: Oh (groaning)…Now, I’m halfway thinking
this exaggerates the condition rather than alleviates it. If I might should query the Doc, but
then that cocksucker will only ask after gleets. (gasping) Oh my God. (Al tries to move away, Dolly is persistent
and scoots her chair to keep up with him) Take it out. Take it out. Remove your fucking thumb. (he gasps, Dolly finally removes her thumb)
Why, if I was moving forward to get away from you, would you have fucking
pursued me? When I stopped, pressed
on yourself to drive your thumb into my intestine?
Dolly:
Sorry.
Al: (sighs) Is it a river of blood, or what
the fuck’s pouring out of it now?
Dolly:
Nothing.
Al: Huh. (sighs) Close the ass-flap. (She does) The
entire area of my fucking asshole is now one gigantic fucking throb. I have no idea what’s transpiring in
there.
Dolly: Shall I suck
your prick?
Al: Please.
(Trixie is
outside the hardware store, smoking a cigarette. She sees Bullock and an armed Charlie
and Jane following him, approaching the Gem. She throws down her cigarette and goes
inside, and goes into the back room.)
Trixie:
Does he want to fucking die? I understand that has its fucking
appeal, but not going out a fucking cunt—taking others fucking with
you.
Sol: (lifts a finger in the air) Dulled
faculties!
Trixie:
Your fucking stupid fuck of a stupid
fucking partner.
Sol: Wants to die? (He starts to lift himself up) Help me,
Trixie.
(Back in
Al’s office, Dolly is giving him a blowjob while he talks.)
Al: Even this now gives me no
pleasure.
Seth: (From outside) Swearengen! Be down in five minutes with my gun and
badge!
Jane: Start down now you limey cocksucker! Allow for getting stuck crawling out
from under the bed.
Al: That Bullock’s a fucking strategist, ain’t
he? Sets terms to publicly
humiliate me, and my penalty if I don’t comply is he walks into the bar
downstairs and takes 15 bullets in the chest. (Lifts Dolly’s head up to look at him)
And that ain’t no hooplehead, you know. Bullock, he’s one of those special
fucking cases. You don’t know what
in fuck’s going on in their mind.
And he’s big with Montana. (guides
her head back to his prick) Big.
I heard that today. Because
the news earlier from Yankton and the fucking commissioners wasn’t adequately
confusing. Not to mention the
fucking telegraph coming in and four whores that I don’t know who the fuck they
work for.
Seth: Three
minutes!
Al: (Yelling) Shut the fuck up! I suppose I do fucking
understand. So fucking confused and
disgusted and wanting it to end and looking for the blessing of a quick way
out. Sets himself to a higher
fucking standard than our natures, and he wants execution ‘cause he’s
failed.
Seth: One minute!
Charlie:
What the fuck happened to two?
Al: (Dolly finishes, Al stands) Talk
about one person fucking up another person’s entire fucking day. (He walks to the balcony, buttoning up along
the way, Seth reaches for the gun in his holster…Al points at Bullock) Wait.
(He turns and goes back inside, Seth
drops his hand.)
Sol: (On the porch of the Hardware
store watching the scene with Trixie) I had best go over.
Trixie:
Wait. (He stops, she goes back
inside)
Al: (to Dolly) You linger awhile. Do no think of thieving, huh? (
Al walks downstairs…) Johnny, produce that coal-oil-stinking suit. (Al looks at Dan) Unless you’d rather get
it for me. (Dan shakes his head
no)
Seth: (Outside) I wish the fuck you two would let me finish this the
way I prefer.
Jane: Well, we wish to fuck you would find something else
to wish for.
(Johnny
steps outside – Jane and Charlie take their aim…)
Johnny:
Jesus Christ! I’m unarmed (opens his jacket) He’s coming. He’s detained. Getting dressed.
Jane: Ain’t
it always a trial picking out the gown best conceals you fucking pissed
yourself?
(Johnny
heads back inside, A.W. Merrick enters the thoroughfare from his printing
shed. Trixie comes back out of the
hardware store, a rifle and a revolver in her hands…)
Trixie:
I recommend the six-shooter, being
this rifle’s first recoil’s liable to knock you unconscious with
pain.
Sol: (takes the six-shooter) Thank you.
(Sol steps
ahead, Merrick readies his notepad, Trixie raises and aims her
rifle…)
Trixie:
(Whispers) Selfish cocksucker.
(Dan sets
Bullocks Gun and Badge down for Al.
Al’s nearly done getting dressed.
He sighs, groans with the effort of dressing, Dan offers him a
knife.)
Al: Huh-uh. (Dan
offers him a six-shooter, Al shakes his head “no”) That’s not to say should
the situation deteriorate, you boys wouldn’t open fire from concealment,
huh?
(Al picks
up the Gun and Badge and proceeds outside.
Sol approaches Jane and Charlie…)
Jane: (Scoffs)
Hardware Jew at less than full
force, now they’ll be fucking quaking.
(Al,
holding the gun and badge, steps out onto the porch of the Gem. He & Bullock square off. Dan peers out the
window.)
Al: I regret the delay, I was sequestered. Have been, one thing and another since
last we met. I also apologize for the stink.
Jane: Welcome change
from your usual odor of skunk.
(Charlie
swats her arm, Seth stares back at her, Al approaches Seth…when Al stops, Seth
looks back at him…)
Al: I offer these, (lifts up the gun & badge) and I
hope you’ll wear them a good long fucking time in this fucking camp, whosever
fucking thumb we’re under. And
where it come to me just a few moments ago that the Reverend Smith—may he rest
his soul – he was found on the road, apparently murdered by heathens just some
months ago. What he said on the
subject of you, “Mr. Bullock raises a camp up, and I hope he’ll reside with us
and improve our general fucking atmosphere for a good long fucking time, even
with all the personal complications and fucking disasters that we all fucking
have, and where, running away solves absolutely fucking
nothing.”
(Seth takes his gun & badge from
Al)
Seth: (quietly)
Did you find my
hat?
(Al lifts
and eyebrow, turns to the balcony and yells…)
Al: Dolly! (She
sticks her head out) Would you look for the Sheriff’s hat? (She nods) Remember the reverend’s
half-dead face, that cock-eyed look like he was the victim of a lightening
stroke, hmm? (Dolly comes out onto the
Balcony with Seth’s hat.) May she sail it down or would that be
degrading?
Seth:
No.
Al: Toss it, Dolly. (She tosses it down) I wish her aim was
as good with her thumb.
(Al smiles
and starts to walk back inside.
Seth puts on his hat. Trixie
lowers her gun. Seth looks up at
Alma’s window and see’s her watching. She closes the
curtains)
(Inside her
room, having just closed the curtains, Alma takes a moment, turns to Miss Isringhausen and holds out her
hand. She’s holding a pocket
watch.)
Alma: When the opportunity offers itself, please return
this to Mr. Bullock.
Miss
Isringhausen: (Takes the watch from Alma’s hand) Yes, Ma’am.
(Alma
turns, walks across the room, picks up a pillow from a chair, she tucks the
pillow behind Sophia and strokes her hair tenderly.)
(Outside in
the thoroughfare, Seth is leaving the scene – Merrick
follows.)
AW: Mr.
Bullock.
Seth: I don’t
want to talk about it.
AW: As a practical matter, self-censorship of
the rigor which obtains from this camp so muzzles the press as to make the first
amendment a hollow superfluity.
Seth: (To Sol, walking ahead of him) Thank
you.
Sol: She can situate me. (Nodding to
Trixie)
Seth: Alright.
(Outside
the Chez Amie – E.B. is nosing around some barrels, trying to see what’s going
on inside.)
Whore:
Man says he’s finished, needs to get
to his claim.
Maddie:
Four hours work, he’s earned two bucks.
Whore:
Says he wants to take it in pussy.
Joanie:
No, you want cash, Elmer, to convert to pussy at the Gem or Bella
Union.
Elmer:
Alright, Joanie.
(The whore
holds out Elmer’s two bucks.)
Elmer:
Hey, can I, uh (takes his money) get one of those and
keep my money?
Joanie:
Have at it.
Maddie:
Fan some at him, Rosie, as he’s leaving.
(Rosie
ruffles her skirt at Elmer – he leans over and takes a deep
whiff.)
Elmer:
Whoo! Mother, it’s the
ocean!
(Elmer
walks out, E.B. quickly turns away.)
Maddie:
There’s a rodent-looking creature
lamping one of your barrels.
Joanie:
Pay him no heed. That’s the
mayor.
(At the
Gem, Al collects the nights take and places it in a cash
box.)
Al:
You’re tenacious, Merrick, I’ll
fucking give you that.
AW: Just tell me how it
began.
Al: As to the conflict’s genesis, I’d lay it
at cunt’s doorstep. Now, has cunt
one “n” and two “t”s or the other way around?
AW: (laughs) Jeez, Al.
Al: You solicited the true account. (Begins walking upstairs to his office, A.W.
follows)
AW: Within the limits of
decency.
Al: You want the decent truth,
huh?
AW: I choose to believe that truth and
decency need not be at odds.
Al: Oh, you’ll hear no argument from me. Let it help me accumulate capital or, at
worst, not interfere, the story is true and decent.
AW: I would define as true and decent in
such endeavor, the facts rendered fully within social standards and
sensibilities without bias or abridgement. (They reach the office
door.)
Al: Why do I imagine a snake swallowing it’s tail, huh?
(They enter)
AW: Which is to say the economic motive is but one strand
in the social tapestry my exemplary account would weave.
Al: Ass-fucking the dirt worshippers being
another, huh, as a pleasure beyond gain?
AW: Now, now, now, now, I,
Uh—
Al: Wait, was that your heathen imitation,
huh? Jump up and down a few times
and shout out “Whoops,” as in “Whoops, that ass-fucking
hurts.”
AW: A more elevated perspective would
construe our conduct as white men to be enacting a manifest
destiny.
Al: Whereas the warp, woof and fucking weave
of my story’s tapestry would foster the illusions of further commerce, huh? (Al is now laying down on his bed, sideways,
he quotes his suggested article to A.W.)
“Tonight,
throughout Deadwood (cut to a shot of
Seth, standing before the little footbridge leading to his house) Heads may
be laid to pillow assuaged and reassured, for that purveyor for profit of
everything sordid and vicious, Al Swearengen, already beaten to a fare-thee-well
earlier in the day by Sheriff Bullock, has returned to the Sheriff the
implements and ornaments of his office.
(Seth crosses the bridge, steps
onto the porch…) Without the tawdry walls of Swearengen’s saloon the Gem, (Seth enters) decent citizens may pursue
with a new and jaunty freedom (Martha
watches Seth enter…) all aspects of Christian commerce. In which connection, we particularly
recommend—“ There you’d throw in the names of a few businesses gave you
good-sized adverts, huh?
(Merrick
throws up his hands, backs away to leave.
Seth hangs his coat up, Martha approaches him…)
Seth: May I come in with my boots?
Martha:
Of course. (She looks
away)
Seth: You haven’t slept?
Martha: I
waited for you. (Seth looks down, grabs
his badge and gun and walks over to where William is
sleeping…)
Seth: To show the boy when he awakes, I’ve got these
back.
(He places
them in a basket on the floor near where William is
sleeping)
Martha:
I saw
that you installed a bundling board in the bed
upstairs.
Seth: I
did.
Martha:
I hope you don’t mind that I removed
it.
Seth: (pauses) No.
(Martha
turns and walks upstairs…Seth follows. As he does, we hear in
voiceover…)
Al: “A full fair-mindedness requires us also to report that within the Gem, on Deadwood’s main thoroughfare, comely whores, decently priced liquor and the squarest games of chance in the hills remain unabatedly available at all hours, seven days a week.”
The End
Click here to hear the closing credits music
Written
by: Jody Worth
Directed
by: Ed Bianchi
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
Maddie: Alice Krige |
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
Wiliam Bullock: Josh Eriksson |
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