Original subtitles

" A Rich Find "

Fuckin' Postal contract

Got to bring these in first thing

I'll be right with you

Is he only a Goddamn fool or so stupid he thinks he's accomplished something?

Who?

You know Goddamn well who I mean

Who are you?

You Goddamn well know that too

I know from the Sheriff locking you up between sundown when I left and my coming back now,

you must have fucked up at the interval

Where you drunk?

You and I have met

At the hotel buffet

Yes

But we wasn't introduced

I'm George Hearst!

Were you drunk,

George Hearst?

This fellow didn't keep you up here, did he?

He didn't like fart or snore too much for you, did he, Mr. Hearst?

I mean, he imbi

Holy Shit!

Jesus!

The cocksucker's dead, George!

Look,

he's got a fuckin' knife in his chest

That ain't your fuckin' knife, is it, George Hearst?

Goddamn fool

Won't be the first the worms work on

I guess he deserves more than a dirt burying by some stranger,

even for only how big a fuckin' nigger he was

Don't know if using this trough was that big a fuckin' timesaver

I'll see to the burying with you

I owe a visit up there anyways

That ain't gonna raise your popularity with your fellow white people

Question I wake to in the morning and pass out with at night:

"What's my popularity with my fellow white people?"

Suppose we ought to go get him

He ain't fuckin' pretty to look at

Neither are you, fuckin' Nigger General

After that I arrested Hearst

Took him by the ear and led him to jail, where he remains

Hearst had no particular connection to Mr. Hostetler?

Both their names begin with "H"

It's gonna get bad here, Martha

It's Albert Swearengen, regrettin' the early hour and�

that I call without notice�

Good morning. Come in

�knowing I intrude

Mrs. Bullock

Good morning, Mr. Swearengen

Will you have meat and eggs?

I'd be grateful for coffee

Please sit down

Swell, stem to stern (formidable, dans les moindres recoins)

the place

If you will not eat, will you excuse me?

Teaches the camp's children

Excellent

I'll walk you when you're ready

There's no burning rush

I'm sure the talk Mr. Swearengen would have with you must be important

Last night from my balcony vantage,

I watched you drag Hearst by the ear to Utter's Freight Office

I was waitin' on you comin' out of Utter's,

thinking that you might make a call on me,

tell me what the fuck was going forward,

but you did not appear

I finally asked myself,

"Could our Sheriff have took another route home, maybe through Chinaman's Alley?

And what would that bespeak of his 'frame of mind' (humeur)?"

It 'bespoke' (t�moignait / d�montrait) I didn't fuckin' feel like talking to you

"Al, busy night, Short on joy."

Could have told me that

"Let's talk another time."

I too, Bullock,

when suspecting I've fucked the dog,

keenly seek some solitude

Our hour is wrong

Having lost his man Turner,

being embarrassed by you, Hearst will be on the muscle,

and we, who will be his 'wrath's object' (l'objet de son courroux),ought to stay close and confide

Our alternative is flight

Does that appeal?

No

We ain't that sort, which is maybe more the pity

Will you walk me to school now, Mr. Bullock?

Yes

Thank you for the coffee

You're very welcome, Mr. Swearengen

Owie

Well, Sofia,�

We're almost through

It's cold

The fire's gone out

Mr. Ellsworth left for the diggings early this morning

He didn't come to kiss me good night

You must not have wakened

I always waken from his beard

Well, last night you must not have

There

You look more than presentable

Excuse me just a moment, and then I'll take you to school

Mornin', Dan

Jewel, you got you another customer

Just brought me mine

How do you

How do you feel?

You go ahead and drink that

That's at least my third damn cup

I'm 'jangle-nerved' (sur les nerfs) already

Let me go on and get shaky-handed,

pop my foot on the floor like I'm a-listenin' to banjo music!

Shit

Al's out

Out where?

Well, I don't know

But I bet you a nickel has somethin' to do with Bullock takin' Hearst by the ear from Tolliver's to Utter's Depot

What the fuck are you talkin' about?

Anyways, here's Jewel

We had been at odds but settled,

Hostetler and me

He'd sold me his livery,

fixing to move to Oregon,

pickin' up his fuckin' shotgun,

the negro 'stumbled' (a tr�buch�) and�

blew his black head off!

God damn it, Harry

And I fear no retribution, not by my own God�

or any other�

evil emissary's dispatch from the 'bowels' (entrailles) of the earth

by whatever 'bundle' (sac / paquet) of bloody fuckin' feathers and housecat teeth

the nigger race 'bows down to' (s'incline / se courbe devant)

My hands are fuckin' clean, and my heart is quiet

Harry?

Hurry up, Richardson

'Thwart' (contrecarre) that Abyssinian

I don't know what you mean

Any thought he has of registerin'

Bad enough we have one in help

Hello

Hello

We can't take you

My baby!

Ooh!

Ooh!

Your baby's growed, Mama

Oh, come on, come on

Come on around back

We'll get you into my room

You're so beautiful! Oh!

Did you hear, Richardson?

"Beautiful."

Yes

You make clear to Tolliver you will not confide entirety and that he oughtn't to expect you ever fuckin' will is the basic foundation attitude

Am I fuckin' boring you?!

No

Are you sure you don't want to tell me a joke or the like,

or dance a quick fuckin' jig?

I tell Tolliver I'm still your man and I'll never show him your fuckin' hole card

Guy like Tolliver always believes he can see what you want not to show him

I'm tryin' not to show your hole card

That's your fuckin' act

So what do I say about Bullock?

What you say to Tolliver:

"I know why Bullock acted, but I'm not prepared to say

That's confidential and privileged between me and Mr. Swearengen,

who explained to me exactly"

What'll Tolliver think off that?

"This kid don't know what the fuck Bullock's doin'

and Swearengen don't either

But I, Cy Tolliver, 'wormed that the fuck out of him' (lui tirait les vers du nez),

even though he tried not to let me. I can handle this fuckin' piss pot"

Fold your thumb,

go over and fuckin' talk to him

When you're done woolgathering, I'd like this sent

How are you today?

Well enough, Mr. Hearst

And you?

Well enough

What do you say of me in your paper?

I have nothing to report, Sir

Have you anything to give me?

I have not

One dollar, twenty-five cents, please

Twenty-five cents increase to our rate

Damn pleased we got to speak, Adams

Al chose well making you his fuckin' ambassador

Far as him grabbin' Hearst by the ear,

how that affects yours and Mr. Swearengen's arrangements with Hearst

Fuckin' Bullock

Al's got specific ideas on that

And as soon as he's sure he wouldn't be unintentionally 'misleading' (tromper) you,

he'll want me to confide 'em in detail

Why don't you cap your visit with some complimentary higher-end pussy?

Thanks anyway

You know Leon here

Why don't you teach him somethin' about craps

Soon as I finish showin' water how to run downhill

He'd have me a cur to 'paw through'(tripoter) the scraps his fuckin' 'flunky' (larbin) tosses (?)

That Swearengen

When here, Leon,

telling me about the hobby you and Miz Ellsworth share,

you walk me in Mr. Hearst's front door and sit me the fuck down across from him at his fuckin' table

God bless you, boy

Thanks,. Mr. Tolliver

I'm going to the hardware store, Charlie

I hope so

A little early to start drinkin'

Thought I'd stick around with you

Morning, Charlie

Morn'

Busy night last night, I hear

I recall my instructions to you as bein' that anytime you and I meet,

Swearengen's to be represented

Heard and understood, Mr. Hearst

And I hope correctly honored in the breach in this one single instance

Make your case

Not to read your mind,

but it seemed your idea for Swearengen and me had to do with this newer phase we're movin' into

camp's official business and the like,

Swearengen and me unofficially seein' to your interests

Because the small-mindedness and self-interested behavior that's so 'pervasive' (envahissant) in this shithole

makes impossible my efficient attention to the requirements of my operation

Well, I can only imagine what that's like, Sir

Man who's accomplished what you have,

havin' to move among the low-rent cocksuckers and short-haulers

Make your fuckin' case why you've gone against my instructions

I come into a certain piece of knowledge, Sir,

that could make this more a less a fuckin' company town

And my thinking was if communicatin' this privately to Mr. Hearst risks putting me and Al Swearengen the fuck out of action as middlemen,

so the fuck be it

Suppose I could put the Ellsworth claim into play for you, Mr. Hearst?

How?

The lady's reinvolved herself with a habit that turns a person's life upside down

One of my own fuckin' employees supplies her, God help me,

and that's a habit, Sir

Makes a person subject to accident and mischance of every fuckin' sort,

having to do especially with the ups and downs of the fucking quality of the fucking shit she's being given

I wish I'd heard this yesterday

I'll confide that wantin' to honor your instructions to the letter cost me 24 hours before approaching you

If I had, my instructions would have had to do with bringing the inevitable about

In the interval, I have suffered certain losses

Oh, rest fuckin' Captain Turner's soul

I'd be quiet now, Mr. Tolliver, if I were you

Losses and indignities which,

despite the strong impulse of my nature towards simplicity,

prompt me to a different approach

Do you enjoy that, Sir?

No, I don't

You don't enjoy that?

I don't, no

And I wish you'd cut it the fuck out

I not only spent last night incarcerated,

I was taken to jail by the ear

That fuckin' maniac Sheriff

By our maniac Sheriff, that's correct

And had as a cellmate

or to be fair in describing my situation,

cohabitated with in the adjacent cell a 'rotting' (pourissant) corpse,

whom it was the Deputy's pleasure this morning to accuse me of having murdered

I'm therefore distressed and angry and I seem, for the moment,

to be taking this out on your ear!

But in the longer term my intentions are other,

and more complicated

Can we pretend the longer term's arrived, Sir?

I'd have you release me, for a fucking fact

Sorry

Temper got the best of me

Don't give it another thought, Sir

Don't kill her yet

I took that as your meaning

Oh, you think you can shine on me like the sun?

"Oh, Leon, you're good guy

You put me next to the bank lady

You got a great fucking future at my side"

Oh, fuck you

Fuck you

Don't you think I know the outcome of that?

Once the bank lady dies from the overdose,

you've had a good fucking day, I get a quick one in the ear

And of course if the day went bad,

first you're calm on me for a fucking while

Oh! Fuck you, rube!

You clean up? Your 83 cents?

Or whatever you froze your balls for all day in the fucking stream!

Yeah, I'll get off right here if I want to!

Don't confuse me, Mr. T, with having no cards up my sleeve

This scholar didn't raise no stupid sons

Or that don't know�

how to�

navigate a tight�

Morning, Mrs. Ellsworth

Morning

Out for a smoke

Fine, Trixie

My Celestial ain't in position

I ain't sure when he will be

Maybe you need to make a different arrangement

I wonder, Leon, if we don't know approach a turn in our conversation�

having to do with increasing your fee

If I was you, Lady,

instead of cracking fucking wise I might be thinking of different ways of spending my idle time

I can't help but noticing, your Celestial's not being in a position isn't reflected in your condition

Yeah?

I'm high and planning to stay that way

not to fucking mention alive

That's the last you see of me

Get the fuck out of here!

Leave her the fuck alone!

If you would take that out of my ear,

I would be happy to know what you mean

I mean, if you keep selling her dope, I will fucking kill you

Fine, I agree

You have shown me the light

I don't want to see her high again

Only promise me this, you meddling cunt,

if you do, before you head out to kill me,

you'll ask her where she got her stuff

I am no longer the lady's supplier

May I go?

I know

Do you?

Yes, your ladyship, I do

And just heard from that shitbad Leon, you've got a new supplier

You are quite mistaken, Trixie, and however well intended,

beyond your proper province

Fuck you, Mrs. Ellsworth

I am in the process of making adjustments to the

complications of my situation

Bullshit

Do not�

take over-many liberties

You've fallen back with a fucking child in your home

I will no longer be requiring your services

A lack for me

How I hoped I could work here forever

I give up music with my fucking

I don't need any more friends than what I got

And I give up clocking that cocksucker upstairs

An inscrutable figure

Mr. Hearst

Now what I want you to know:

His first activities 'impinging on me' (me concernant) I don't hear about 'beforehand' (� l'avance) from you,

I'm gonna cut your fucking throat

Goodness

You see that 200 I've given ya?

I do, yes,

at the margin of vision

That argues there's a better way

Take the desk

Liberia

He mind me here 'fore his say-so?

How is he gonna mind you come see your mother?

Here in your room

He give me this room

"You stay here, Aunt Lou. Who says what, no Goddamn never mind to me."

That's good then

Well, well, well

You've company in your room, Aunt Lou

My boy, Mr. Hearst

My boy Odell

Your boy? How do you do, Odell?

How do you do, Sir?

Where have you been, Mr. Hearst?

Let me fix you up some breakfast

You made yourself at home, Odell, here in the room I set aside for your mother

I asked him in, yes, Sir

Yes, Sir, that was me asked him in

Well, now that your mama has invited you in,

I suppose we might say 'on the spur of the moment' (sur un coup de t�te),

I hope that you'll accept my invitation as well as the hotel's owner and your mother's employer

Please, Odell, won't you stay?

I will, Sir

Thank you. Thank you for your kindness

Not hungry just now, Aunt Lou

Here, Al, is your answer

Nor would 10 times the sum have tempted me

Should have known

You confirm my judgment then

you were the money's source

As it happens, E.B., I was not

I see

In that case you may view my behavior as a random display of loyalty

Explaining yourself offers a better chance of getting it back

That money, Al, came from Tolliver

Seeking knowledge, as he claimed, of such Hearst's activities as I,

operating the man's hotel, might come into

How could I not believe it was you orchestrating the approach as some form of test?

The alternative would have Tolliver, knowing my history with you,

believing nonetheless that he could approach me,

'swaying' (retourner / renverser) my loyalty as if I had no morals more than a street whore

Ain't to Tolliver's standard, the baldness of it

My thinking exactly

The lack of prelude or prologue

It's Hearst

Hearst, is he Caesar, to have fights to the death for diversion?

Murder his workers at 'whim' (caprice)?

Smash passages in the fucking wall?

A man of less wealth would be in fucking restraints

We're in the presence of the new

Fuck the fucking new! Jesus Christ, Al

Is it over for us here?

Go back to the hotel, E.B.

Save us

Think of something

Have I ever not?

We'll discuss that money another time

There's leaving the camp

No

No, I...no

One thing

if he knew it was coming, Bill was not shy of drawing first

Seth locked up Hearst instead of that

Oh, I get it

Wh-what does that mean?

It means, Mr. Star,

after leading him by the ear through camp for all to fucking see,

Seth installs Hearst in a cell adjoining a man he's had killed,

that the knife still protrudes out of his chest

And as much as me and Hearst conversed,

I made him address my ass

So do let's don't pretend Hearst will feel he was treated legal or-or-or civilized,

or that his bidness with us is finished

Hearst is fucking coming

Bringing us back to Bill and doing unto others first

Which ought maybe include a-a-a visit to Hearst's fucking diggings

And his muscle you fail to murder before they arouse?

You bring to chase you to camp

Judas goat the cocksuckers

for Swearengen's men and Tolliver's to 'mow down' (faucher / tuer) from fucking ambush while we're up seeing to Hearst

There'll be nothing left of the camp

Uh

How much you figure will stand once Hearst had his fucking say?

Truth is if I on Tolliver's instructions provide an overdose Mrs. Ellsworth dies from,

for being able to say he told me to,

who does he fucking croak next?

You are lethally fuckin' middled

So she says, "No no, I want five 'oxen' (boeufs) and one chicken"

Rube fucking humor

Mr. Tolliver

Come with me, Leon

Let Con calm down

'Hold off' (remet �a � plus tard)

Hold off?

Hold the fuck off

Don't fucking step up the purity

Just keep selling her what you've been fucking selling

It's a wise man that knows his own limits. Now go ahead out there, son,

and continue doing wrong

Yes, Sir, Mr. Tolliver

Cocksucker

Everything all right?

Leave me alone!

Ooh

I wouldn't mind turning a fucking trick

Get the fuck out of here!

We ain't hiring

Fuck you anways, Al,

for not recognizing a figure of speech

It ain't one you ought to employ, you stupid bitch

I made a casual remark, and 'off-handed' (d�sinvolte / pas m�chant ?) comment

I wouldn't mind turning a fucking trick

Operate out of the back of his store,

then you're so set on lifting your skirts

Let some fuck 'filthy' (sale) from the mines,

'breath rotten' (haleine pourrie) from his broken teeth

piss-reeking, shit-stinking fuck every hole in your body

What's the matter with you?

I lose patience with cunts too ignorant to know when their 'lots' (sort / destin) improved

She's using again

Who do we speak of now?

The fucking Mrs. Ellsworth

And I told her I knew and that she'd ruin her child and that I quit her stupid job

Oh, if that don't 'straighten her out' (remis les id�es en place),I don't know fucking what

What was I supposed to do then?

Look after your fucking self, you loopy cunt

Now get the fuck outta here!

Hello

Hello

I thought you'd be at the bank

I came away without something

You might hurry not to make Sofia tardy

Where did you stay?

At the diggings

Was Sofia upset?

As you may imagine

May I appeal to you to reconsider?

I needn't be your husband to be what father to Sofia I can

I care for you a great deal

An arrangement like ours

wouldn't get anymore tolerable to you

And I couldn't bear it,

seeing....

what you'd do to yourself

You'll 'straighten around' (arranger / r�soudre, prb) if I go

I can't help noticing you just now Mr. Blazanov, uh

I'm sad

I see

I imagine

my murdered parents

They were killed on their farm

while I was a student in Petersburg

I imagine their bodies

like the man we found on our walking

We are 'swept up' (balay�s), are we not,

by the large events and forces of our times?

How much they saved�

to send me for study

I'm gonna go ahead and try this cobbler

Don't think I didn't notice you hadn't tried it yet

Oh, that's delicious!

And praise God how fast the mails must be getting to be

'Cause it ain't a month since I wrote

27 days

I keep track when I send you my letters so I know when to hope for one back

And him sending for me to come here, it's 27 days since I wrote to tell you that

And I just can't feature Odell all that way in Liberia,

you could have gotten my letter that took the time it took to get to you

and then you take passage to come back here to America,

and got from New York City to hell and gone out here all in 27 days

I can't feature it's possible

Whoo, Praise God, Praise God!

Well, Mama, maybe I set out without having the letter

But then you couldn't have known I was here

Couldn't have knowed it proved, you mean

Would've had to took it on faith,

reading in the newspaper that he was here in this place,

you would be too

Decided it was time

There you are

Here we are

Odell. I had thought to find you inside

I hope you don't take me for ungrateful

I have an inkling you're wise, Odell

I've gotten used to being outdoors

All that time at the site of the find

What find do you refer to, Son?

Liberia, Sir

The gold

Invite you now to sit down with him to eat

"Sit across from me and have dinner, Odell"

That before you said Gold, fire's in his eyes you was anyplace indoors at all

Gold seemed to change his mind

Don't you want to say "Yes, Ma'am" or "Yes, Mama," before that or after, Odell,

so my heart feels how sweet you are?

No, ma'am

Make me know you sweet,

God-fearing and truthful like I wanted my boy to be

Back from where you send him, raising up to a man, safe amongst his own

Liberia�free

Free? Shit

Don't you speak to me thatta way!

What way mama?

Use language like that to me!

No kinda truth? Yes, Ma'am. Liberia

free

Praise Jesus

Here come the spirit over me

Don't you take him in vain

Don't you dare to do it!

All right

All right

What was the truth of it then?

Liberia?

No field work

African niggers for that

Now they lazy and stupid, Mama

American niggers steal off the African, till the English cheat us out of it

Hot till you can't breathe

Nothing ever be dry

Hate the air

Hate the breathing in and out

Liberia

Is there gold, Odell?

A rich find, Mama. Rich. Praise God

He give his son for our sins and Mr. Hearst to help us

Where are you going, boy?

Find a place where a nigger can have a drink,

before he sits down with Mr. Hearst

Putting that dead one's 'kidneys' (reins) up his nose, however the fuck else they summon up their demons

Beat 'thighbones' (f�murs) on 'tin pans' (casseroles / po�les en �tain)

shake and 'rattle' (agiter) and hop the fuck around

Another?

Am I 'swine' (lit : porc / pourceau, ici : salaud) , Harry,

that in an otherwise empty joint the owner must make a show of relocating further away from me?

Maybe it's you being present keeps away the broader clientele

And maybe, Tom, it's the chill in here is what does it,

when every edifice else in camp's been swanked up and seen to

Look inward, why don't you?

Instead of always blaming the other

Welcome to the Number 10

My name is Tom

Harry'll take your order

His name is Steve

Whiskey

Afternoon

Where is my dinner companion?

I don't know where that boy's got to, Sir

I guess we all have different ideas, Aunt Lou,

of what constitutes punctuality

Guess everybody do about everything, Sir

Look like more and more that's true

Why don't I go find him?

You don't believe he's forgotten?

I don't know no more, Sir

Let me just get past you

What if he returns and you're still gone? Who'll serve dinner?

I'm getting past you Mr. Hearst, please do excuse

Where's the livery at?

I'm not assuming you know left from right, or I'd have spoken

I've never done that sober in my life

Pissed yourself?

And if account of the 'mishap' (m�saventure) circulates, I will know the fucking source

Who could I tell?

I'd ve never known it had happened if you hadn't started screaming about it

Pissing yourself at the grave of your best friend and most admired person you've ever known,

that ain't cause for fucking 'dismay' (consternation / d�sarroi) ?

Bible instructs us when two of different races return from a graveyard together,

the event should be marked with liquor

Praise God! Thank you, Jesus

I come looking for you, that cooked for you and your friend as was strangers to me

What's your trouble?

Save my boy, Sir

That's past his mother's lap

Yeah

How are your spirits, Chief?

All right

Do not bullshit me, Dan!

The task I'd assign you is pivotal

I'm all right

And leave the matter at that?

Well what the fuck else would you want me to say?

Nothing. You gave me the basis to decide

I'm not fuckin' sending you anywhere

Well, fuck where you were gonna send me!

And fuck the task you were gonna assign me to do!

And that confirms my opinion, that indifferent 'rejoinder' (r�plique)

I'm 'on the verge of' (sur le point de) 'stiking you a fucking blow' (coller une mandale ?)

Oh, which I would be inclined to absorb as proof you'd passed the killing of that giant

Which I have been waiting for you to volunteer

Then why didn't you just ask me to volunteer it?

Because opinion solicited does not equal one freely voiced

This is what I predicted to Johnny, virtually word for word

About what?

How you'd react to that killing

"Dan, Johnny, does not like killing to end a fair fight."

"Oh, why, Al?" Asked Johnny

"Because - and I fucking have to explain to him - "

it's more like a contest, Johnny, or the like, a 'bout' (combat)."

Seeing a light go out of their eyes

In the one you had left in its socket

Better in his one than the both of yours, hmm?

I'd have you go to Cheyenne to see to the hiring of guns

All right

Wishing an alternative would come to me

Want me go to Bismarck?

An alternative to the hiring of guns, Dan

Yeah, Hearst's pockets are bigger than ours

Being neighbor to his prick, which Bullock may as well have 'belittled' (rabaiss�) when grabbing him by his fucking ear

Do you feature the Nigger General getting my boy to take that money?

No man better for the task

That Little Nigger General has a gift

Gets you to an attitude he'd have you and goes about his business

Leaves you to stand in wonderment. "What happened to change my mood?"

Or change my opinion or decision, take money maybe I never featured I would,

come fire or flood or the like

That's the Little Nigger General all over

I pray Jesus you're right

Oh, having no pull in that quarter, I'm tolerable confident, I am

Could I have a 'swig' (lamp�e)?

Now that is the first giant step towards long-term understanding and friendship

Do not employ a mug 'lest' (de peur que) next 'we'd be donning' (nous devions rev�tir) white 'gloves' (gants)

All right then

Yes yes yes

Yeah, there's a new house policy now at the Number 10 Saloon:

Anyone at all can drink or move in and take up residence,

for all the fuck the policy cares

Ain't meaning to be here long

Ain't looking to drink

All's I'm here for, Steve, is to talk to this here Gentleman

Go ahead and do 'somersaults' (culbutes) or peel bananas with each other for all I give a fuck

The whole place has gone to shit anyhow

What could we have to talk about?

Your Mama did me a kindness and she asked me to talk to you

I guess I also got to tell you she give me $742 to give to you

if you just get the hell out of camp

What's your name?

Nigger General Samuel Fields

Now my plan

I got 1200 left to me by a tall nigger who,after he sold his fucking livery to Steve there, blew his fucking head off

past that $742 in my pocket that I'm trying to give you,

my plan is get to San Francisco,

buy enough white pussy to stretch from the harbor to the closest rooming house that'll have me

and then fuck my way to the pacific ocean

She said that, uh, she sent you away

Mmm, not far

Fucking Africa

Damn. What'd you say made her mad?

Called her Mama

So now you want to run a little something on her boss,

which would be a waste of that high yellow skin, Odell

We done talking, Samuel

All yours

The nigger I appointed to dine with does not appear

As well, since his mother's not here to serve us

What do you know of last night?

My stomach hurt

I was discomfited otherwise

Stupid, aren't you?

Yes, Sir

Better than what some of these others are

This place displeases me

I'm taking measures to bring it down

All right

Does he speak of the hotel? Or even more?

That they're armed and awake don't have to mean they're fucking hired

Yeah, and when I feel a shit coming on I'll remember to drop my pants

The obvious merits utterance

Character is fucking pertinent

If I'm to go, I'd as soon get started before the darkness

Going means the darkness is upon us

Bullock

Could him and me talk?

Sure. Converse amongst yourselves

Charlie Utter thinks it has to come to blood

Charlie Utter's likely right

And if it has to, that we should strike first

Believe me, even now in the forest,

the blade would be between my teeth, me and you making our way stealthily forward

And as to us and him, if blood's what it finally comes to,

100 years from now the forest is what they'll find here

'Dewy' (ros�e) morning's lost its appeal for me

I prefer to wake indoors. Dan!

You don't travel tonight!

Come

Need of canned peaches, Johnny

Let's collect the camp elders

Be baffled among friends, huh?

I tried, Miss Lady

No. No, no

Gentlemen

Mr. Hearst

Odell!

Odell!

Hello, Mr. Hearst

Who's the new nigger?

Fucking late, son

Oh, sorry, Sir

Your Mama's tardy as well

Is that so?

That's all right, we'll await her speaking of gold

Oh, that'd be just wonderful, Sir

How's the finger?!

All right, Mr. Hearst

How's the fucking ear?

Good, Bullock, good

By dissembling our feelings we keep the strategic edge

You don't get him

You don't take him from me

Oh no

You don't get him

You don't take him from me

Not quick, but she does seem full of purpose

People are fucking people, and that is fucked up!

You don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, 'cause you don't know people

I know people and I know the way they fucking operate

Who are you talking to, Jane?

What business or concern is that of yours?

I wondered where you were

I'd hoped you come stay with me instead of going back to all this

Whatever you mean by this,

I have been recently engaged in complicated negotiations with niggers�

who equal any other creature walking upright being able to fuck themselves up

I got myself a room at Shaunessey's

The offer still stands, Jane

I'd really like it if you'd come stay with me

I am a creature of habit and routine

And I am a creature of difficulty falling asleep

If I don't mind pissing myself to stay asleep,

I'm not likely to destroy a habit routinely sleeping someplace completely elsewhere

Come on, Jane. We're going

You ain't got the fucking manpower to pull my ass up

Come on

You're putting yourself very much in danger, my friend

Very very very ver very very much in danger

That's all right, Jane

Come on

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