All language subtitles for Deadwood - 1x11

( theme music playing )

Al: A SLOB MICK COP IN CHICAGO

GONNA TAKE ME OFF
FOR $35

JUST BECAUSE
HE THINKS HE CAN.

'CAUSE WHEN HE COMES AROUND
FOR HIS FREE FUCKIN' MEAL

AND TO HAVE HIS PRICK SUCKED AND
COLLECT HIS WEEKLY 20 FUCKIN' DOLLARS

FROM THE WOMAN THAT
RUNS THE WHOREHOUSE,

I'M THERE BUYING GIRLS
TO BRING OUT TO THE CAMPS.

I KNIFED
THE TUB OF GUTS.

THAT'S WHAT THIS CUNT
OF A MAGISTRATE'S

SHAKING ME DOWN OVER,

HAVING ALREADY
TAKEN $5,000

TO HAVE
THE WARRANT LIFTED.

CAN YOU DO BUSINESS
WITH HIS BAGMAN?

I'LL FUCKIN' FIND
THAT OUT SHORTLY.

OR IF YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BE
ABLE TO FUCKIN' OPERATE IN PEACE.

WHAT SHOULD I KNOW?

BULLOCK'S RODE OUT WITH THAT
HOSTETLER FROM THE LIVERY.

FARNUM'S SLITHERED
HIS WAY ACROSS HERE.

JEWEL JUST LEFT.

WHERE THE FUCK
IS JEWEL GOIN'?

I DON'T KNOW.

TAKE HALF A DAY OFF IF YOU
FEEL LIKE. GO SEE THAT CHILD.

VENTURE OUT,
SALLY FUCKIN' FORTH, HMM?

- MAYBE I WILL.
- BUT NOW COME BACK TO BED.

( mocking )

( laughing )

WHO'S SICK?

WHAT'S HE DOIN' MAKING
YOU WALK TO TELL ME?

I CAME HERE
ON MY OWN, DOC.

I GOT SOMETHING I WANT
TO SHOW YOU. IT'S A BOOK.

OH NO, I DON'T READ GODDAMN
BOOKS ON THE CIVIL WAR.

- LOOK!
- I DON'T NEED TO LOOK.

I WAS GODDAMN THERE.

BUT IT'LL HELP ME
WALK BETTER.

OKAY, YOU'RE REFERRING
TO THE BRACE ON HIS LEG.

YES.

FOR YOUR
INFORMATION, JEWEL,

THAT BOY IN THE DRAWING
WAS GODDAMN ABLE-BODIED

BEFORE HE GOT
HIS LEG SHOT UP,

NOT BORN WITH DIFFICULTIES AND HARDSHIPS

THAT GOT NO CURE
AND TOOK FROM YOU

THE COORDINATION A BRACE
LIKE THAT WOULD REQUIRE.

I WAS JUST LOOKIN'
AT THE PICTURE,

AND DRAGGIN' MY LEG
REALLY MAKES AL CRAZY.

FUCK AL.

EVERYBODY'S
GOT LIMITS.

YOU DRAGGIN'
YOUR LEG IS YOURS.

- I'M SORRY.
- WHAT DO YOU APOLOGIZE FOR?

DON'T- DON'T
APOLOGIZE TO ME.

LEMME-

LET ME HOLD ONTO
THIS FOR A WHILE.

THANK YOU.

( A.W. laughs )
MOMENTOUS!

THE LONG-AWAITED DAY!

OH, YES, YES,
YES, YES, YES!

OH GOD, OH GOD,
OH, YES, YES.

( laughs )

UH, CAREFUL, CAREFUL,
CAREFUL, CAREFUL!

NOW, SIR, WE MUST
CONFIRM THE CONTENTS

OF THIS PRECIOUS CARGO.

OH GOD- PHILISTINE.

AH, JOSEPH,

WHAT YOU SEE HERE

IS AN AMERICAN OPTICAL
BACK-FOCUS SINGLE-SWING

WITH A MEYER GORLITZ
TRIOPLAN 210MM LENS.

THE FINEST PHOTOGRAPHIC APPARATUS
MANUFACTURED IN THIS COUNTRY.

WHAT WILLIAM HENRY FOX TALBOT
COULD HAVE ACHIEVED

IN SERVICE OF
THIS FINE APPARATUS.

OH, GOD!AGH!

OH, GOD,
YES, CAREFUL, CAREFUL.

- GOOD DAY, SIR.
- OW.DAMN.

- WHAT'S WRONG?
- I BIT MY D-

OH. ( laughs ) SORRY.

LEANED FORWARD TO GIVE
THAT FELLA PASSAGE

AND BIT
MY DAMN TONGUE.

KNOCKED OFF
MY CHEWIN' ANGLE.

- IS IT BLEEDING?
- I DON'T WANT TO LOOK.

MIGHT UPSET
THE CHILD.

ANYWAYS, MAYBE A DIFFERENT
WAY'S OPENED UP, CHARLIE,

AS FAR AS ME GETTING
BACKING FOR MY BROTHEL.

AHA.

I UNDERSTOOD THE QUESTION
WAS LOCATION,

BUT GLAD TO HEAR
THE BACKIN' PROBLEM'S SOLVED.

I THINK, UH, I'VE BEEN
FINICKY OVER THE LOCATION

'CAUSE I WASN'T COMFORTABLE
WITH THE BACKING.

I'LL TELL YOU
ONE THING-

I AIN'T MAKING TOO MANY
FRIENDS IN THIS CAMP

IN MY CAPACITY
AS FIRE MARSHAL.

WE'RE THROUGH THE EASY
PICKING'S ON THAT OUTCROP, MA'AM.

I'LL WADE AROUND THAT CREEK
AS LONG AS YOU LIKE.

YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR CLAIM
SHOW ITS COLORS,

YOU'RE GONNA NEED
TO SINK A FEW SHAFTS.

I'M CLOSE TO SUGGESTING
THAT WE PROCEED.

MEANING MY USE
TO YOU IS NEAR A FINISH.

NO!

I TOLD YOU, MRS. GARRET,
SUCH AS IT IS,

MY EXPERTISE
AIN'T UNDERGROUND.

I WANT YOU STILL
TO SUPERVISE.

I TRUST YOU, ELLSWORTH,
AS AN HONORABLE MAN.

I TAKE GREAT PLEASURE
IN YOUR COMPANY.

I FEEL THE SAME.

I LOOK FORWARD
TO OUR BREAKFASTS,

AND I'LL JUST SAY ONCE,

I KNOW I'M TOO DAMN
OLD FOR YA.

BUTTON!

OH MY GOODNESS.

I CAN'T BE...

I TAKE
A FATHER'S LIBERTY.

MR. ELLSWORTH,
MR. RUSSELL.

- HOW DO YOU DO, SIR?
- HOW DO YOU DO?

UH, AND THIS
IS SOPHIA.

- HELLO, SOPHIA.
- HELLO.

YOUR DAUGHTER?

MY WARD.

ANY RATE, PLEASURE
TO MEET YOU, SIR.

I'M HONORED TO BE
IN YOUR DAUGHTER'S EMPLOY.

AND WITH YOUR PERMISSION, MA'AM,
I WILL TAKE MY LEAVE.

UH, OF COURSE.

AND MY PLATE...

- AND MY COFFEE...
- ( laughs )

AND MY HAT.

FINE MANNERS.
( chuckles )

REVEREND SMITH.

HOW ARE YOU, SIR?

ANDY CRAMED,
REVEREND.

MR. CRAMED, YOU RETURNED
TO THE SETTING OF YOUR RECOVERY.

UH-HUH.

HOW HAVE YOU
FARED SINCE?

I'VE BEEN TRYING OUT
THE OTHER CAMPS.

TO WHAT EFFECT?

NO GOOD EFFECT,
REVEREND.

I SEE.

HOW YOU FEELING?

AS YOU SEE.

THE- THE TENT,
AS YOU SEE,

IS IN THE PROCESS
OF BEING DISMANTLED.

OUR LAST TENANT TOOK
HIS LEAVE YESTERDAY.

- UPRIGHT?
- HE WAS UPRIGHT, YES.

HIS NAME ESCAPES ME.

DR. COCHRAN,
I BELIEVE, UH,

IS EXPECTED SHORTLY,
I BELIEVE.

I WAS ASKED TO-

TO SEE TO THE PACKING OF...

CERTAIN LINIMENTS
AND...

MEDICINES.
( heavy breathing )

ARE YOU NOT WELL,
MINISTER?

SOMETIMES I'M
VERY WELL, INDEED.

MY ENERGY WILL RETURN,

OR EVEN AN EXCESS
OF ENERGY.

AT OTHER TIMES,
I'M NOT WELL,

OR EXCESS OF ENERGY.

HOW ARE YOU,
MR. CRAMED?

WELL, I BACKSLID
IN THE OTHER CAMPS.

AT GAYVILLE, I HAD
THE BEST INTENTIONS,

- AND I WOUND UP AT DICE.
- OH, YES.

AT ELIZABETHTOWN,

I WOUND UP AT DICE-

OH, YES.

THOUGHT I'D TRY TO WORK HERE
WHERE I'D BEEN GOOD,

BUT YOU'RE PUTTING
THE TENT DOWN.

ASK GOD'S HELP,
MR. CRAMED.

WHEREVER YOU FIND YOURSELF,
HE WILL SHOW YOU THE PATH.

COULD YOU HELP ME
TO PRAY?

LORD,

GRANT THAT I MAY SEEK
RATHER TO COMFORT

THAN TO BE COMFORTED,

TO UNDERSTAND
THAN TO BE UNDERSTOOD...

TO LOVE THAN
TO BE LOVED...

AND THE REST
I FORGET.

"WHY DON'T YOU GET
A HAIRCUT, ADAMS?

LOOKS LIKE YOUR MAMA
FUCKED A MONKEY."

JUST THAT
AFFECTIONATE?

YEAH, I'VE NEVER SEEN AL
WARM UP TO ANYBODY SO QUICK.

WHICH SHOULD PERSUADE
YOU THEN OF WHAT?

WELL, YOU THINK
IT'S JUST TACTICS?

THE MAGISTRATE
AL COUNTED ON

TO BE HIS ADVOCATE
IN YANKTON TURNED JUDAS.

ADAMS IS
THE MAGISTRATE'S BAGMAN.

AL IS MERELY PROBING
ADAMS' WILLINGNESS

TO BETRAY
THE MAGISTRATE.

IN TURN, HIS WARMTH
IS COUNTERFEIT.

- Al: WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?
- AT THE DOC.

FIX ME A CUP
OF COFFEE.

MORNING.

SHORN AND GROOMED
TO A FUCKING FARE-THEE-WELL.

SHE'D NEVER
RECOGNIZE YOU-

HAVE TO SMELL YOU ALL OVER
TO KNOW YOU WAS HERS.

MY MONKEY MOTHER.

TAKE A TABLE
OUT OF THE TRAFFIC, HUH?

JUST THAT
AFFECTIONATE.

I TRUST YOU FOUND YOUR
ACCOMMODATIONS SATISFACTORY,

MR. ADAMS-
SILAS.

IF NOT, THEY COULD
ALWAYS BE CHANGED.

LET ME FUCKING POUR.

HE'S GOTTA MAKE SOME
DISTANCE BEFORE SUNSET.

WHAT WAS YOUR
PURPOSE AT DOC'S?

I'M KNOCKED UP.

WHAT MESSAGE SHOULD
I TAKE TO THE MAGISTRATE?

NO ENVELOPES
AND TO FUCK HIMSELF.

I'M GLAD WE HAD
OCCASION LAST NIGHT

TO SPEND
SOME TIME TOGETHER,

SO WHEN HE ASKS IF THIS IS
TACTICS OR TRUE POSITION,

YOU'LL KNOW
WHAT TO SAY.

- I'LL KNOW.
- YOU TRAVEL SAFE.

THEY BELIEVE YOU'RE
THE MAN TO DEAL WITH-

YANKTON.

- I AM.
- IT'S JUST THE MAGISTRATE

LOOKING TO EARN
OFF THAT WARRANT.

AND NO ONE ELSE EVEN
KNOWS IT'S OUT ON YOU.

MAYBE THE MAGISTRATE
NEEDS TO DIE.

MAYBE HE DOES.

HE WON'T COME BACK HERE
WITHOUT A RESOLUTION.

HE'LL KNOW WHAT'S
WAITING FOR HIM.

MAYBE HE NEEDS
TO DIE THERE.

MAYBE HE SHOULD.

AND THE PERSON
WHO DID IT

WOULD ONLY BE AT THE BEGINNING
OF HIS USEFULNESS TO ME.

IF THAT PERSON DIDN'T COME BACK
WITH THE WARRANT ON YOU QUASHED,

HE WOULD BE A FOOL NOT TO THINK
HE'D BE THE NEXT ONE KILLED.

THAT'S WHY HE'D BE SO USEFUL
TO ME THINKING THAT FAR AHEAD.

MAKE YOUR OFFER.

A THOUSAND FOR THE
COCKSUCKER PROVED DEAD,

A THOUSAND FOR THE
WARRANT PROVED LIFTED.

A THOUSAND
AND A THOUSAND.

- THINK I AM A FUCKING MONKEY?
- YOU THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE 20 IN IT?

KILL CLAGETT AND GET YOU OUT
FROM UNDERNEATH THAT WARRANT?

YOU'RE FUCKING RIGHT
THERE'S 20.

DO IT FOR TWO.
YOU'VE GOT TO BELIEVE

THE JOB WOULD OPEN THE
DOOR TO YOUR FUTURE,

AND YOU GOTTA BELIEVE YOU'D MAKE
YOUR ASS HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS

BACK AND FORTH
BETWEEN HERE AND YANKTON.

2,000.

I PUT HIM IN A ROOM
ABOVE THE PRIVY.

I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS
GONNA END LIKE THIS, BUTTON.

A ROOMING HOUSE

IN A MINING CAMP
ON INDIAN TERRITORY,

YOU CARING FOR
A NORWEGIAN FOUNDLING

AND OPERATING
A BONANZA GOLD CLAIM.

( chuckles )

AND YOU, DADDY?

UH, ALWAYS A LITTLE
SKETCHY ABOUT ME.

I HOPE I'M HERE
TO HELP.

( knock on door )

OH, THAT WOULD BE
MY ROOM KEY. SOPHIA?

- ROOM SEVEN.
- THANK YOU, SIR.

- Sophia: THANK YOU.
- YOU'RE WELCOME, LITTLE ONE.

OH MY GOODNESS,
WHAT'S THAT BEHIND YOUR EAR?

DON'T YOU EVER CLEAN
BEHIND YOUR EAR?

MMM.

DOES CARING
FOR SOPHIA PLEASE YOU?

MORE WITH EACH DAY.

AND DO YOU HAVE
ANY OF THE GOLD?

AS IT HAPPENS...

THE WELL-MANNERED MR.
ELLSWORTH SAYS THESE ABOUND?

YES.

THERE'S SOME TALK
THAT YOU DID BROM IN.

FROM HIS PARENTS?

THEY HAVE RAISED
THE POSSIBILITY.

AS IT HAPPENS, I WAS NOT
PRESENT WHEN BROM FELL.

YOU HAVE TO ADMIT,
IT'S A SUSPICIOUS SEQUENCE-

- THE MAN WHO WAS IS IN CAMP. -
-GIVEN THEIR VIEW OF THE MARRIAGE.

I DOUBT HE TELLS THE TRUE
STORY OF HOW BROM DIED,

BUT HE WOULD VERIFY
THAT I WASN'T THERE.

I DIDN'T MEAN
TO UPSET YOU.

IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT
THE MONEY, BUTTON.

IN CERTAIN CIRCLES.

BUT NOT HERE, HMM?

I SUPPOSE HERE,
AS WELL.

IN CERTAIN CIRCLES.

MR. ELLSWORTH
BEING THE EXCEPTION?

MR. ELLSWORTH WAS ENGAGED
BY A MR. SETH BULLOCK,

WHO'S BEEN
STEADFAST AND KIND.

AND WHEN DID YOUR PATH
CROSS MR. BULLOCK'S?

BEFORE BROM'S
ACCIDENT OR AFTER?

MR. BULLOCK WAS ASKED
TO LOOK TO MY INTERESTS

BY WILD BILL HICKOK.

WHO, IF I RECALL
YOUR READING HABITS,

HAS BEEN AN ACQUAINTANCE
OF YOURS SINCE CHILDHOOD.

( chuckles )

I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE
TO MEET THIS MR. BULLOCK...

NEARLY AS MUCH AS
I'D LIKE TO WASH.

DADDY.

AH.

I'M GLAD TO SEE YOU.

Charlie: STOVEPIPE DIRECTLY INTO WOOD,

NO CLEARANCE OR SHEET IRON IN-BETWEEN.

WELL, WHAT'S
THE SIGNIFICANCE?

JOINT'S LIKE
TO BURN TO CINDERS.

WELL, THEN WHY
AIN'T IT YET?

DUMB LUCK, TOM.

WHICH YOU HADN'T
OUGHT TO PUSH,

CAMP BEING SITUATED
LIKE IT IS,

EVERYONE ASS TO ELBOW.

A HAZARD TO ONE
IS A HAZARD TO ALL.

WHY, AIN'T YOU
STARTING TO TALK

LIKE A GODDAMN
GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL?

I'M CHARLIE UTTER

THAT ATTENDED THE SAME
FUCKING MEETING YOU DID.

AND BEING THEY PINNED
FIRE MARSHAL ON ME,

I AIN'T SEEING THE CAMP
BURNED TO THE GROUND.

SO EITHER CURE
YOUR STOVEPIPE VIOLATION

OR PREPARE TO GET
LEVIED A FINE.

WELL, I'LL LICK
A BEAR'S ASS

BEFORE I'D PAY A FINE
TO E.B. FARNUM.

THEN SEPARATE
YOUR GODDAMN STOVEPIPES

FROM THE GODDAMN WALL!

WELL, I'LL SEND ONE OF MY
BOYS OVER TO PICK UP THE IRON.

THIS AIN'T THE GODDAMN
DAY OF JUDGMENT, TOM.

JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY!

THAT'S THE KIND OF SHIT THAT
RAN ME OUT OF WILKES-BARRE.

WHERE ARE THE CAMP'S
HEADED, TOM?

MAYBE I'LL JUST
FUCKING MOVE ALONG.

WHY IS THERE NO SHERIFF
IN THIS CAMP?

WHAT?

ALL THESE
OFFICIAL POSITIONS,

WHY IS THERE
NO SHERIFF?

BECAUSE AL SWEARENGEN
DON'T WANT ONE.

WELL, WHAT IF
A SHERIFF TOOK OFFICE

THAT AL COULD TRUST
NOT TO BOTHER HIM?

AND YOU COULD LAY HEAD TO PILLOW
NIGHTS KNOWING HE WAS YOUR FRIEND.

TYPE OF MAN WHO'D GO UP
TO A FIRE MARSHAL, SAY,

AND TELL HIM ANY SO-CALLED
SHEET IRON VIOLATION

THAT HADN'T PROVEN TO BE
DANGEROUS FOR, WHAT-

GOING ON TWO MONTHS NOW-
SHOULD BE WAIVED;

AND WHOSE EAR'D BE
FIRST TO THE GROUND

WHEN ANY VIOLENCE CREATED
MAYBE BUSINESS OPPORTUNITIES;

AND WHO'D REMEMBER
WHO GOT HIM SITUATED.

I NEVER THOUGHT OF YOU
AS THE TYPE TO BE SHERIFF.

NAH, I'D BE
OUT OF THE MOLD,

BUT FIT FOR THE CAMP.

MY PROBLEM, TOM,
IS, UH...

WHEREAS HE HAS
A SOFT SPOT FOR YOU

AS A FELLOW PIONEER,

SWEARENGEN HATES
MY FUCKING GUTS.

SO KNOWING HOW GRATEFUL
I'D BE AND ALLS I'D...

SHOW IT TO YOU,
WONDER IF YOU'D PUT IN A WORD?

-( knocks on door )
- YEAH?

MR. TOLLIVER?

LEON.

COME ON IN.

YOUR HABIT GET THE BEST
OF YOU AWHILE, SON?

IT GOT THE FUCKING
UPPER HAND.

HOW'S YOUR SIGHT, LEON?

OH, THE LEFT EYE'S PERFECT,
AND THE RIGHT'S COMING BACK.

- HAVE I STILL GOT A JOB, SIR?
- I'D NEED TO HEAR MORE FROM YOU,

WHAT YOU BEEN UP TO, WHO THE
FUCK WITH. THAT KIND OF THING.

AW, YOU PROBABLY KNOW EVERYTHING
ABOUT EVERYTHING ALREADY.

BE THAT AS IT MAY...

AHEM, WELL...

ME AND JIMMY IRONS,
WE STOLE THE CHINAMAN'S DOPE.

CHINAMAN'S COURIER,
HE LOST HIS LIFE.

WE SLAMMED DOPE
FOR A SERIES OF DAYS,

AND AL SWEARENGEN'S
TOUGH CAPTURED US.

AND IN THE BATHHOUSE,
WE DREW STRAWS AND...

JIMMY IRONS DROWNED.

DOES THAT ABOUT
COVER IT?

IF YOU ASK ME
SPECIFICS,

I MAY BE ABLE TO COME UP
WITH SOME MORE DETAILS.

- WAS AL SWEARENGEN HOLDING THE STRAWS, LEON?
- YES, SIR.

HE SAID TO TELL YOU
WHAT I SEEN.

AND NOW IS HE HOLDING
THE STRINGS ON YOU?

- SIR?
- ARE YOU HERE ON HIS INSTRUCTION?

I'M TELLING YOU WHAT I SEEN
BECAUSE YOU ASKED ME TO.

WHAT'D THEY DO
WITH JIMMY IRONS?

THEY GIVE HIM
TO THE CHINAMAN?

I GUESS THEY DID. THEY WRAPPED
HIM UP AND TOOK HIM OUT.

SWEARENGEN
TURNED ME LOOSE,

BUT HE'D JUST
GIVE ME THIS,

SO I STAYED IN THE TUB
UNTIL I GOT MY BEARINGS.

THAT'S A HELL OF A WAY TO TREAT
A WHITE MAN, AIN'T IT, LEON?

BEING FAIR,
I'D HAVE TO SAY,

I GAVE MR. SWEARENGEN
PROVOCATION.

HE TRAFFICS IN DOPE,
SO I-

I GUESS YOU COULD SAY THAT I'D STOLE
HIS PROPERTY AND FUCKED HIS ACTION UP.

I'M TALKING ABOUT
JIMMY IRONS

IN CONNECTION WITH GETTING
DELIVERED TO A CHINK,

- REGARDLESS OF HIS TRANSGRESSION.
- OH, I SEE.

AND IN THAT CONNECTION,
I'M SAYING

IT'S A HELL OF A WAY
TO TREAT A WHITE MAN.

I SEE.

- DO YOU AGREE WITH ME?
- YES.

- SO IT'S YOUR OWN OPINION, TOO?
- YES, SIR.

WELL, THAT'S YOUR NEW
FUCKING JOB,

EXPRESSING YOUR OWN
FUCKING OPINION.

I CAN DO THAT.

WITH CONVICTION, LEON.

YOUR JOB IS TO VOICE YOUR
OPINION WITH SOME "OOMPH"

AND SOME CHARACTER
BEHIND IT...

OR YOU'LL WISH YOU'D HAVE
GOT DROWNED IN THAT BATHHOUSE.

ALL RIGHT.

WELCOME BACK, SON.

OH...
NO THANKS, AL.

I- OR...
YES, I WILL.

WHAT'S GOING ON, TOM?

I-I- I THOUGHT YOU COULD
MAKE CON STAPLETON...

SHERIFF,

BEING IT'S
INEVITABLE ANYWAY.

HOW THE FUCK DID THAT
GET TO BE INEVITABLE?

I WOULDN'T APPOINT THAT
COCKSUCKER TO EMPTY MY SPITTOONS.

WHAT I'M SAYING IS SOMEBODY'S
GOTTA BE SHERIFF, AL.

STAPLETON'S GOT
POINTS IN HIS FAVOR.

I HOPE ONE'S NOT GETTING TO
RECOVER THE BRIBE HE PAID YOU

WHEN I DON'T GIVE HIM
THE FUCKING JOB.

- WHO'S YOUR CANDIDATE, AL?
- NOBODY.

WELL, THAT'S JUST
POSTPONING THE INEVITABLE.

TOM, NOTHING STAPLETON'S
GOT ON YOU

CAN'T BE SOLVED
BY DAN DORITY.

WELL...
FILL ME UP.

JESUS CHRIST.

THE- THE TRUTH IS
I-I FEEL LIKE THE-

THE CAMP'S GETTING
AWAY FROM ME, AL.

I GOT
A FIRE COMMISSIONER

WHO'S ABOUT
TO CONDEMN MY BUILDING,

AND WE'RE STILL
ON INDIAN LAND.

HOW DOES STAPLETON
BECOMING SHERIFF

KEEP THE CAMP FROM
GETTING AWAY FROM YOU?

WELL, I KNOW HIM. UH, HE'D
KNOW I PUT IN A WORD WITH YOU.

WHAT THE FUCK GOOD
IS THAT TO YOU, TOM,

WHEN THAT COCKSUCKER
CAN BE BOUGHT

FOR TWO PIECES
OF DAY OLD BREAD?

WELL, THAT'S RIGHT.

THAT- THAT
ALL MAKES SENSE.

IT, UH...

EH, WHEN YOU FIRST
COME TO THIS CAMP

AND HUNG YOUR SIGN UP FOR
NICKEL BOOZE AND 50¢ PUSSY-

( chuckles ) THEM WAS
GET-ACQUAINTED PRICES.

BUT THE POINT IS,
I SEEN YOUR FUCKING TENT.

I WALKED OVER AND I-
I SAID "HELLO!"

I DIDN'T TELL YOU-
YOU GOTTA SHEET IRON

YOUR FUCKING STOVEPIPE.

I DIDN'T HAVE
A STOVEPIPE,

AND YOU HAD YOUR
KNIFE AT THE READY

IF I DIDN'T MAKE
A GOOD IMPRESSION.

THAT'S TRUE ENOUGH,
BUT YOU DIDN'T.

AND DORITY MADE
A HELL OF A ONE ON YOU.

THAT TOO,
IS- IS TRUE ENOUGH.

NOW, I JUST, UH...

I FEEL LIKE
I KNOW THE GUY, AL.

STAPLETON.

WELL...
I DON'T FEEL

LIKE I KNOW ANYBODY
NO MORE.

HE CAN BE SHERIFF
FOR ALL I CARE.

THANK YOU, AL.

DON'T COUNT ON HIM
TO BE LOYAL, TOM.

NO, NO... JUST...

A FAMILIAR FACE.

AND NO FUCKING
PAPERWORK.

WELL, I DON'T EVEN
KNOW IF HE CAN WRITE.

- COULD HE BE SWORN IN HERE, AL?
- FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, TOM!

- HE FEELS YOU DON'T LIKE HIM.
- HE'S FUCKING RIGHT AS RAIN.

BUT IT'D BE
A COMFORT TO HIM, SEE,

IF HE WAS SWORN IN
UNDER YOUR ROOF.

LET FARNUM SWEAR HIM
THE FUCK IN HERE THEN.

BUT PRESS YOUR
LUCK NO FURTHER.

DO NOT EXPECT ME
TO FUCKING ATTEND.

AWFUL GRATEFUL, AL.

- MR. STAR.
- MISS TRIXIE, PLEASED TO SEE YOU.

I THREATENED
TO PAY A VISIT.

YOU SPOKE OF LOOKING OUT
FOR SOME BUILDING IMPLEMENTS.

I SPOKE OF LOOKING OUT
FOR AN AX AND A SAW,

AND IF I GOT 'EM, THEY WOULDN'T
BE APPLIED TO BUILDING NOTHING.

ANYWAYS... WOULD YOU WANT A FREE FUCK?

- WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?
- TO KNOW THE ANSWER.

WHY WOULD YOU
SAY IT THAT WAY?

FOR CHRIST'S SAKES.
MR. STAR,

MY CHERRY IS
OBSTRUCTING MY WORK.

SIR...

WOULD YOU TAKE IT
FROM ME, FREE?

( door opening )

SETH,
YOU REMEMBER TRIXIE.

OH, YES.

WELL, I JUST STOPPED
FOR A MOMENT.

OH, YES.

- I'LL LOCK UP.
- OH, YES.

KISS MY NECK OR TITS
IF YOU HAVE TO KISS SOMETHING.

LET ME KISS YOU.

WELL, YOU'RE
A GODDAMN JEW FOOL.

E.B.: DO YOU SWEAR BEFORE THIS WITNESS

TO UPHOLD WHATEVER LAWS MAY
BE PUT IN FORCE SUBSEQUENTLY?

YEAH, IF I CAN,
YEAH.

- AND DON'T FORGET WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE.
- ALWAYS.

GENTLEMEN, HOLD STILL.

TAKE A BREATH.
DON'T MOVE.

ONE, TWO, THREE.

VERY GOOD.

UH, GENTLEMEN,
TOM, I-

I WONDERED IF A SECOND
ONE MIGHT BE APPROPRIATE

WITHOUT THAT PUTRID APRON
AROUND YOUR MIDSECTION.

- NO. LET'S DRINK.
- ( laughs )

OUR HEALTH
COMMISSIONER.

WHISKEY.

YOU'VE JUST MISSED MY SWEARING
IN OF THE CAMP'S NEW SHERIFF.

CON STAPLETON, SIR. I'M NOT
SURE IF WE'VE ACTUALLY MET.

YOU WERE AT THE TABLE
WHEN HICKOK WAS KILLED.

INDEED, I WAS.
A HORRIFIED BYSTANDER.

WE WEREN'T
TO HAVE A SHERIFF.

WELL, THAT'S BEEN
RECONSIDERED AS INEVITABLE.

HAD YOU DESIGNS
ON THE POST, BULLOCK?

- I DON'T WANT THE POST.
- NO HARD FEELINGS THEN.

CONSIDER ME
AT YOUR SERVICE.

MY WIFE AND CHILD ARE
TO JOIN ME FROM MICHIGAN.

- IS AL IN HIS OFFICE?
- E.B.: SEEMS TO BE SEQUESTERED.

HE MISSED
THE SWEARING IN TOO.

HE DID WANT US
OVER HERE, THOUGH.

AIN'T THAT
ABSOLUTELY CORRECT?

THEN WHY THE FUCK
DIDN'T HE COME DOWN?

WHY DIDN'T HE COME DOWN? THAT'S UNCLEAR.

TO LET YOU KNOW EXACTLY,
I WOULD GUESS,

AT WHOSE MYSTERIOUS
PLEASURE YOU SERVE.

A CANDID MOMENT.

CIRCUMCISION...

IS INDEED PROFITETH
IF THOU KEEPEST THE LAW,

BUT IF, UH...

IF THOU ART
A TRANSGRESSOR OF THE LAW,

THY CIRCUMCISION
BECOMES UNCIRCUMCISION.

THEREFORE, IF...

THY... UNCIRCUMCISION...

KEEPS THE, UH... THE
RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE LAW,

SHALL NOT
HIS UNCIRCUMCISION

BE COUNT
FOR CIRCUMCISION?

YEA, THE UNCIRCUMCISION

THAT IS BY NATURE FULFILLING
HIS LAW SHALL JUDGE THEE,

WHO BY-
BY LETTER AND UH...

CIRCUMCISION
TRANSGRESSES THE LAW.

( knocking )

YEAH.

WHY'D YOU LET STAPLETON HAVE A BADGE?

THEY SWORN
THE COCKSUCKER IN YET?

HURRY DOWN
AND TOAST HIM.

MAYBE MERRICK'LL PUT HIS CAMERA BACK UP.

NO, I PREFER TO WATCH
THE FUCKING REVEREND SMITH

PREACH TO THE OXEN
AND HORSES.

IT AIN'T RIGHT
FOR THE CAMP.

MY WIFE AND CHILD
ARE COMING.

BULLOCK, IT'S A CEREMONIAL
POSITION TO GIVE COMFORT

TO TOM NUTTALL WHO FEELS THE
CAMP'S LEAVING HIM BEHIND.

PUTTING A BADGE
ON STAPLETON MAKES HIM FEEL

HE'S GOT FRIENDS
IN HIGH PLACES.

THAT JOB SHOULDN'T
GO TO A SHITHEEL.

AS MY FEELING WOULD BE, IT SHOULD GO TO
A SHITHEEL 'CAUSE IT'S SHITHEEL'S WORK.

- DOESN'T HAVE TO BE.
- NO?

MR. BULLOCK,
WOULD YOU SIT DOWN A SECOND?

I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT
THE LAW. PLEASE, PLEASE, TAKE A SEAT.

SEPARATE FROM ALL THEM
BRIBES WE PUT UP,

I PAID $5,000 TO AVOID
BEING THE OBJECT

OF FIRESIDE DITTIES ABOUT A
MAN THAT FLED A MURDER WARRANT

THEN WORKED VERY HARD TO GET HIS
CAMP ANNEXED BY THE TERRITORY,

ONLY TO HAVE THEM SERVE
THE WARRANT OF HIM

AND TO FACE
THE SIX-FOOT DROP.

INTO THE COCKSUCKING
MAGISTRATE'S POCKET

THE MONEY GOES, AFTER WHICH
HE SENDS A MESSAGE.

THE 5,000 WILL NEED COMPANY
IF I'M TO BE OFF THE HOOK.

I GIVE YOU THE LAW.

IT DOESN'T HAVE
TO BE LIKE THAT.

NOW, IF YOU WERE
FUCKING SHERIFF

AND YOU SAID,
"DO THIS, DO THAT,"

I'D CONSIDER IT, 'CAUSE
YOU'RE NOT A FUCKING WHORE.

I HAVE PERSONAL
RESPONSIBILITIES.

I'D GO DOWNSTAIRS FOR THAT SWEARING
IN, AND I'D FOLLOW YOUR CAREER,

'CAUSE YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE PAINS IN THE
BALLS WHO THINKS THE LAW CAN BE HONEST.

I DON'T WANT IT.

HELL, I DO LOTS OF THINGS
I DON'T WANT TO DO.

YOU THINK
YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE?

YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE WHEN
TOM NUTTALL WAS PISSING IN MY EAR.

- ( door opens )
- I THINK YOU'D BE ALL RIGHT AS SHERIFF.

LISTEN, I'M ONLY
TALKING TO YOU

'CAUSE MY PARTNER'S
FUCKING THAT WHORE.

ANYWAY-

HE'S BACK OPEN.

- HOW WAS YOUR TALK WITH AL?
- CONGRATULATIONS.

GOOD SPORTSMANSHIP,
BULLOCK.

Reverend: WHO SHALL SEPARATE
US FROM THE LOVE OF CHRIST?

SHALL- SHALL AFFLICTION
OR DISTRESS OR-

OR PERSECUTION OR-

OR HUNGER OR NAKEDNESS?

OR PERIL OR SWORD?

YEA, IN ALL THESE THINGS,
WE MORE THAN CONQUER

THROUGH HIM THAT
HATH LOVED US.

I AM PERSUADED THAT...

THAT NEITHER LIFE
NOR DEATH,

NOR- NOR ANGELS,

NOR- NOR-
NOR PRINCIPALITIES,

NOR POWERS, NOR THINGS
PRESENT OR THINGS TO COME,

NOR HEIGHTS, NOR DEPTHS,

NOR ANY OTHER CREATURE...

FROM THE LOVE OF-
OF GOD!

AND-

AND JESUS CHRIST
OUR LORD.

- SETH.
- SOL.

SHE WASN'T HERE
IN A PROFESSIONAL CAPACITY.

WE HAVE AN AGREEMENT
WITH SWEARENGEN

AS TO THE USE WE PUT
THIS ESTABLISHMENT TO.

SHE COME LOOKING FOR GOODS
AND THINGS TOOK A TURN.

- THAT CAN HAPPEN.
- NOT TWICE THOUGH, AT THIS LOCATION.

YEAH. MAYBE I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE

WHO SHOULD BE ABOUT
LOOKING FOR A PLACE.

GONNA MAKE AN OFFER ON THAT
PIECE ON THE WESTERN SLOPE.

DID YOU HAVE
ANOTHER LOOK?

GO AHEAD AND GET TO BUILDING
IF HOSTETLER TAKES THE OFFER.

MAYBE HAVE A LEG UP WHEN
MARTHA AND YOUR BOY ARRIVE.

- GOOD AFTERNOON, SIR.
- GOOD AFTERNOON.

I AM OTIS RUSSELL. UH,
WOULD YOU BE MR. BULLOCK?

- I'M SOL STAR.
- OH, HOW DO YOU DO, MR. STAR?

- VERY WELL.
- I'M SETH BULLOCK.

MR. BULLOCK.

I AM ALMA GARRET'S
FATHER.

- HOW DO YOU DO, SIR?
- HOW DO YOU DO?

I AM VERY GRATEFUL
FOR THE KINDNESS

THAT YOU'VE SHOWN
MY DAUGHTER.

I WONDER IF YOU WOULD
JOIN US FOR DINNER TONIGHT.

- I'D BE HAPPY TO.
- OH, MR. STAR, WILL YOU JOIN US?

- THANKS, BUT I CAN'T.
- REGRETTABLE.

WOULD 6:00 AT THE HOTEL
BE CONVENIENT?

- MY DAUGHTER SAYS THAT THE DINNER HOUR IS EARLY.
- 6:00 IS FINE.

JUST MONTHS THAT THIS CAMP
CAME TOGETHER, HUH?

- Sol: YES, SIR.
- REMARKABLE.

HI, DOC.

FIRST THING TO SAY,

I REGRET THE TONE
I HAD WITH YOU EARLIER.

OKAY.

IF WE HOLD WITH THE GREEKS
THAT WE'RE MADE OF HUMORS,

I GUESS MY BILE
WAS IN ITS ASCENDANT.

- ( chuckles ) OKAY.
- SIT DOWN.

ANOTHER THING...

THAT THE GREEKS SAY-

EXCEPT THAT
I LEARNED THIS IN LATIN-

IS "PRIMUM NON NOCERE."

AND THAT MEANS,
"FIRST, DO NO HARM."

AND THIS HAS BEEN A GREAT
CONCERN TO ME IN YOUR CASE.

TO INTERFERE,

EVEN WITH THE BEST
OF INTENTIONS,

AND HAVE YOU MISJUDGE
YOUR CAPACITIES

'CAUSE YOU RELY ON SOME
MECHANICAL CONTRAPTION

AND WIND UP
HURTING YOURSELF,

WOULD BE A POOR USE,

INDEED, OF MY VERY
LIMITED SKILLS.

YOU CAN GET
AROUND NOW, JEWEL.

I CAN ONLY IMAGINE WITH WHAT
DIFFICULTY AND EXERTION AND PAIN,

BUT THE MOVING AROUND YOU
CAN DO IS PRECIOUS TO YOU.

I DO NOT WANT
TO FUCK YOU UP.

NO, WE WOULDN'T
WANT THAT.

HAVING SAID THAT...

AND DIFFERENT FROM THE...

HARNESS-TYPE ATTACHMENTS

IN THAT CIVIL WAR BOOK,

I THOUGHT WE MIGHT TRY
SOMETHING LIKE THIS.

LET'S.

HOW WAS YOUR VISIT,
TRIXIE?

HOW WAS THE CHILD?

- HAD A GOOD VISIT.
- IS THE CHILD CONVERSANT?

MOVING ALONG
FROM SAYING HER NAME?

ANYWAYS, I BETTER
TAKE MY TURN.

NO, YOU LOOK GOOD
HAVING GONE OUT.

YOU'RE MORE RELIEVED,
MORE RELAXED.

WE CAN'T WORK
ALL THE TIME, CAN WE?

WE ALL NEED SOME
TYPE OF RELAXATION,

COMPANIONSHIP
OR THE LIKE?

- YES.
- YOU GET AWAY FROM ME NOW.

HEY, DOC, HOW LONG WERE
YOU PLANNING ON TAKING

BEFORE YOU TOLD ME WHAT THE
FUCK WAS WRONG WITH JEWEL?

NOTHING, NOTHING
SHE WASN'T BORN WITH.

MMM, I MEAN, SHE TOLD ME
SHE WAS KNOCKED UP,

BUT I ASSUMED THAT WAS
HER GIMP SENSE OF HUMOR.

SHE WANTS ME
TO BRACE HER LEG

SO HER DRAGGING IT
DOESN'T DRIVE YOU CRAZY.

- SO WHAT'D YOU TELL HER?
- NOT TO WORRY ABOUT YOUR MOODS,

THAT YOU GENERATE
THOSE YOURSELF

AND THEN YOU FIND YOUR
EXCUSE FOR HAVING 'EM.

SAUCY WORDS, DOC. GOOD THING
YOU'RE HANDY WITH THE SNATCH.

I HAD AN IDEA FOR A BOOT,
JUST NOW MEASURED HER FOR IT.

IF YOU TREAT HER AS SUCCESSFULLY
AS YOU DID THE MINISTER,

SHE'LL BE KICKING UP
HER HEELS IN NO FUCKING TIME.

I WILL LEAVE YOU NOW
TO PURSUE ANOTHER EXCUSE.

GET THAT JEW
OVER HERE.

MY DAUGHTER TELLS ME
THAT BEFORE HIS MURDER,

- WILD BILL HICKOK ASKED YOU TO LOOK TO HER INTERESTS.
- YES, SIR.

HAD YOU RIDDEN
WITH HICKOK ON THE PLAINS?

I MET HIM IN THE CAMP. I
ONLY KNEW HIM A FEW DAYS.

AND IMPRESSED HIM AT ONCE
AS BEING TRUSTWORTHY.

THEY RESCUED A CHILD
IN THE WILDERNESS

AND BROUGHT TO JUSTICE ONE OF
THE MEN WHO MURDERED HER FAMILY.

AND, UM, HOW WAS
JUSTICE METED OUT?

WE SHOT HIM.

SLAB OF BEEF
OFF THE CHUCK,

BOILED WHOLE CARROTS
AND LITTLE BROWN POTATOES.

FRESH BAKED BREAD
AND RHUBARB PIE TO COME.

- YOUR REPAST AWAITS YOUR MOUTHS.
- THANK YOU.

POSTPRANDIAL CIGARS
FOR THE MENFOLK.

OH NO, WE HAVE
OUR OWN SMOKES.

I HOPE YOU BROUGHT
RAVENOUS APPETITES.

THANK YOU,
MR. FARNUM.

HE HAD SOMETHING
TO DO WITH IT.

WOULD YOU PREFER,
MR. BULLOCK,

THAT ALMA STAY
IN THE CAMP?

IN ANY CASE,
I'VE DECIDED TO STAY.

AS HER ADVISOR,
I MEAN?

IT'S MRS. GARRET'S
AFFAIR.

IF SHE WANTED
TO GO BACK EAST,

HER INTEREST HERE
COULD BE SEEN TO.

BUT I DON'T.

WELL, AND IT WOULD
SHOW HER IN A BETTER LIGHT

SHOULD TITLE
BE CONTESTED.

THE CUSTOM IS IF YOU GIVE A
CLAIM YOUR EFFORTS AND STAKED IT

OR BOUGHT IT FAIR, SOMEONE WOULD
HAVE TO GO SOME TO TAKE IT AWAY.

WE'VE TAKEN STEPS
TO DEMONSTRATE HER ACTIVITY.

OF COURSE, IF THE NEW YORK
COURTS HAD JURISDICTION,

THEY'D SELL THE HOLDINGS
TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER.

NOT MANY HERE WOULD GIVE A DAMN
WHAT A NEW YORK COURT HELD OR DIDN'T.

- EXCUSE MY LANGUAGE.
-ON THE CONTRARY, MR. BULLOCK,

THANK YOU FOR ACKNOWLEDGING
MY PRESENCE.

I THOUGHT, BUTTON, THAT YOU
WERE OUR ENTIRE PREOCCUPATION.

E.B.: THE MAN'S A CHARLATAN, RICHARDSON.

A CHEAT, A BROAD TOSSER
AND A CLIP.

I ONLY WONDER...

IF THE DAUGHTER'S
BEEN IN IT WITH HIM,

OR SHE'S HIS PIGEON.

- MAY I LOOK, MR. FARNUM?
- YES.

WHEN YOU'VE GROWN
A FULL HEAD OF HAIR.

BRASS, THAT WOULD BE...

TO GULL YOUR OWN
FLESH AND BLOOD.

( saloon piano playing )

- MR. SWEARENGEN.
- YOU OWE ME $5.

IF YOU ASS-FUCKED HER,
YOU OWE ME SEVEN.

- NO. - YOU DIDN'T
ASS-FUCK HER?

I'M NOT PAYING YOU.

- IT WASN'T TO DO WITH YOU, IT WASN'T BUSINESS.
- TRIXIE!

DON'T THINK
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

I MEAN, WHAT CAN
ANY ONE OF US

EVER REALLY FUCKING
HOPE FOR, HUH?

EXCEPT FOR A MOMENT HERE
AND THERE WITH A PERSON

WHO DOESN'T WANT TO ROB,
STEAL OR MURDER US?

AT NIGHT,
IT MAY HAPPEN.

SUN-UP, ONE PERSON
AGAINST THE FUCKING WALL,

THE OTHER MAY HOP
ON THE FUCKING BED,

TRUSTED EACH OTHER ENOUGH TO
TELL HALF THE FUCKING TRUTH.

EVERYBODY NEEDS THAT.

IT BECOMES
PRECIOUS TO 'EM.

THEY DON'T WANT
TO SEE IT FUCKED WITH.

- I WON'T PAY.
- YOU PAY...

OR SHE PAYS.

NO HOME VISITS. DO YOUR
VISITING ON THE PREMISES.

FIVE.SEVEN
FOR AN ASS-FUCK.

YOU GET BACK TO WORK.

YOU SLEEP TONIGHT
AMONGST YOUR OWN.

ANOTHER FUCKING BOTTLE.

IF WE'D HAD
A KITCHEN, SOPHIA,

AFTER SUPPER,
WE'D HAVE RETIRED TO IT,

TO CHORES AND GOSSIP

ON THE MOST MINUTE
DOMESTIC MATTERS,

WHILE THE MEN
WALKED AND SMOKED

AND ARGUED
MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS...

AND, INCIDENTALLY,
DECIDED OUR FATES.

UNDERSTANDABLE, HER LATE HUSBAND
WAS SO TAKEN WITH MY DAUGHTER.

I DIDN'T KNOW HIM
VERY WELL,

BUT I CERTAINLY RECOGNIZED
HIS DOTING INFATUATION.

I DIDN'T KNOW
HIM AT ALL.

I'LL ADMIT THAT I HAD
HOPED SHE MIGHT FIND A MAN

WHO WOULD DOTE
ON HER AND MORE,

PERHAPS HAD A SURER SENSE
OF WHAT THE WORLD WAS.

AND, APPARENTLY,

I'M ENTITLED
TO HOPE THAT AGAIN.

MY WIFE AND SON
WILL BE JOINING ME SOON.

I'M LONG PAST JUDGMENT,
MR. BULLOCK,

AND I'VE LEARNED THAT
NO MATTER WHAT PEOPLE SAY

OR HOW CIVIL THEY SEEM,

THEIR PASSIONS RULE.

I SEE NO REASON WHY
YOUR WIFE AND SON'S ARRIVAL

NEED ALTER MY HOPES
FOR MY DAUGHTER'S HAPPINESS

OR SECURITY OR THE SECURITY
OF HER HOLDINGS.

I'LL SAY GOOD NIGHT,
MR. RUSSELL,

WITH THANKS FOR DINNER.

THAT WILL
DISAPPOINT ALMA.

I'M SURE SHE DIDN'T THINK
SHE WAS SAYING GOOD NIGHT

- WHEN WE LEFT FOR OUR WALK.
- SHE'LL BE ALL RIGHT.

IF I HAVE OFFENDED YOU,

I'VE ACCOMPLISHED THE OPPOSITE
OF MY INTENTION,

WHICH WOULD NOT BE
AN UNPRECEDENTED RESULT.

- I JUST WANT TO SAY GOOD NIGHT.
- OF COURSE.

- GOOD NIGHT, MR. BULLOCK.
- GOOD NIGHT THEN.

TRUST ME
TO EXPLAIN TO ALMA.

I'M A PRACTICED
AND INVETERATE LIAR.

IF WE DIDN'T HATE THEM TOO MUCH
TO BE CURIOUS ABOUT THE WORLD...

WE'D WONDER WHAT
THEY'D HAD TO SAY.

CRAPS! LOSER!
LINE AWAY.

YOU BETTER NOT NEED
THEM FINGERS, HOSS,

IF YOU SPILL THAT DRINK
ON MY GODDAMN FELT TOO.

HAND THAT STICK TO A CAPTAIN
OF THE FLOATING TABLE, CY.

- EDDIE SAWYER.
- BACK IN ACTION IF YOU'LL HAVE ME.

WELL, ALL RIGHT.

YOU NEED TO TAKE IT
BACK ABOUT THAT BOY, CY,

ME BEING INTERESTED
THAT WAY.

AW, HELL, EDDIE,
YOU KNOW ME.

I GET IN A BROWN STUDY, I SAY
ANY GODDAMN THING COMES TO MIND.

WITHDRAWN
WITH APOLOGIES.

COMING OUT.NEW SHOOTER.

ARE WE THAT FAR WEST THAT
WE'VE WOUND UP IN FUCKING CHINA?

WHERE A WHITE MAN
KOWTOWS TO A CELESTIAL

LIKE THAT ARROGANT
COCKSUCKER WU!

TAKE IT EASY, LEON.

IT STICKS IN MY CRAW,
MR. TOLLIVER.

DO I HAVE
MY WEAKNESSES?

YES.

BUT I WILL NOT HAVE A FUCKING
CHINK COURIER ROB ME BLIND

AND HAVE MY FRIEND
JIMMY IRONS ROBBED BLIND

IN THE COURSE OF FEEDING OFF
OUR FUCKING WEAKNESSES!

OR HAVE THAT COURIER'S
FUCKING CHINK BOSS

ISSUE AN ORDER
TO AL SWEARENGEN

THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE
SO FUCKING TOUGH

TO TURN ONE
OF US OVER!

SWEARENGEN KOWTOWS
AND TURNS ONE OF US OVER

TO BE EATEN BY
THE FUCKING CHINESE PIGS!

THIS FUCKING GETS TO ME. I CAN'T
PUT IT OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND!

LEON, LEON, LEON.

THIN IT OUT, LEON.
PRUNE THE PATTER DOWN, HMM?

FOR THE WINNER,
PAY THE FIELD.

- HI, EDDIE.
- HIYA, KITTEN.

- YOU AND CY RECONCILED?
- THICK AS THIEVES.

AND IF I WEREN'T
AS GOOD AT WHAT I DID,

YOU'D SEE I JUST PALMED
80 IN CHIPS

FOR THE JOANIE STUBBS
CONSTRUCTION FUND.

- HI, CY.
- HI, JOANIE.

WHAT WERE YOU DOING GIVING
JOANIE THE OFFICE, EDDIE?

SAYING "WELCOME HOME."

ARE YOU HOME, HONEY?

I GAVE UP WAITING FOR THAT
SEARCH PARTY YOU DIDN'T SEND, CY.

MIND IF I SHOW JOANIE
MY PEACOCK, EDDIE?

- FIND LAND FOR YOUR PLOT YET?
- I'M STILL LOOKING.

I SEE THE PEST TENT'S
COMING DOWN.

AH, IT'S TOO FAR OFF
TILL THE CAMP EXPANDS.

YOU'D WANT A MORE CENTRAL PLOT,
SAY FRONTING COCHRAN'S ALLEY.

WELL, THOSE ALL SEEM
TOOK BY CHINESE.

YOU NEVER KNOW HOW
THAT SHIT'S GONNA SHAKE OUT.

THOSE CHINESE
COCKSUCKERS!

A NEW SHOOTER
COMING OUT!

( cheering )

THAT MAN'S NOT HERE
TO HELP HIS DAUGHTER.

HE'S LOOKING
TO ROOT AT HER CLAIM.

YOU WENT TO SEE
THAT WHORE AGAIN?

I GUESS SHE HAD TO ACCOUNT
FOR HER BEING OUTSIDE,

AND SWEARENGEN SENT FOR ME
TO PAY HIM HIS FEE.

I GUESS SHE TOLD HIM
WHERE SHE'D BEEN.

IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN ME
HE FOUND OUT FROM, SOL,

'CAUSE I'M SOMETIMES
THAT STUPID.

YOU THINK IT COULD
HAVE BEEN YOU?

I'M SURE IT WAS,

SPEAKING
WITHOUT THINKING,

JUSTIFYING BEING
IN HIS PLACE.

BEING YOU'D BEEN
OUSTED FROM YOUR OWN.

I WAS HOT SEEING THAT
TINHORN STAPLETON

GETTING INSTALLED
AS SHERIFF,

AND I USED POOR
FUCKING JUDGMENT.

SORRY MRS. GARRET'S PA
TURNS OUT A SHITHEEL.

COLD ENOUGH WORLD WITHOUT
GETTING GONE AGAINST BY YOUR OWN.

NOW, I SEE WHAT THE FUCK'S
IN FRONT OF ME,

AND I DON'T PRETEND
IT'S SOMETHING ELSE.

I WAS FUCKING HER BUT
NOW I'M GONNA FUCK YOU,

IF YOU DON'T
PISS ME OFF

OR OPEN YOUR YAP
AT THE WRONG FUCKING TIME.

THE ONLY TIME YOU'RE
SUPPOSED TO OPEN YOUR YAP

IS SO I CAN PUT
MY FUCKING PRICK IN IT.

OTHERWISE,
YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP.

NOW, HOLD
ONTO THAT, HUH?

THE POINT IS,

THIS MINISTER'S
GOTTA FUCKING DIE.

I MEAN, THAT'S THE-
THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT.

HE'S GONNA DIE
SOONER OR LATER.

I MEAN, HE'S MAKING
A FUCKING JERK OF HIMSELF,

AND, I MEAN, WELL,
WHY-WHY GO ON WITH THAT?

WHO'S-WHO'S GONNA
BENEFIT FROM THAT, HUH?

NO, YOU JUST GOTTA KILL IT
AND PUT AN END TO IT.

YOU DON'T
LINGER ON ABOUT IT,

YOU DON'T FUCKING GO AROUND
WEEPING ABOUT IT,

AND YOU DON'T,
YOU KNOW,

BEHAVE LIKE A KID
WITH SORE THUMB,

LOCO SUCKING IT. NOW, "MM,
MY POOR FUCKING THUMB!"

I MEAN, YOU- YOU GOTTA BEHAVE
LIKE A GROWN FUCKING MAN, HUH?

YOU GOTTA SHUT
THE FUCK UP,

DON'T BE SORRY,
DON'T LOOK FUCKING BACK,

BECAUSE, BELIEVE ME,
NO ONE GIVES A FUCK.

- YOU UNDERSTAND?
-YEAH.

YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, HUH?
GIMME THAT!

HEY, YOU SUCK MY DICK

AND SHUT
THE FUCK UP, HUH?

COME HERE.COME ON.

NOW THEN, HERE.

THE PLACE WHERE
I FOUND YOU, HUH,

IS WHERE THIS
WARRANT'S FROM.

COULD YOU BELIEVE

THAT I MAY HAVE STUCK
A KNIFE IN SOMEONE'S GUTS

12 HOURS BEFORE
YOU GOT ON THE WAGON

WE HEADED OUT FOR
FUCKING LARAMIE?NO!

BECAUSE I DON'T LOOK
FUCKING BACKWARDS.

I DO WHAT I HAVE
TO DO AND GO ON.

WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA... WHAT?

YOU GOT A STAGECOACH
TO CATCH OR SOMETHING, HUH?

SLOW THE FUCK UP.

DID YOU KNOW THE ORPHANAGE PART
OF THE BUILDING YOU LIVED IN,

BEHIND IT SHE RAN
A WHOREHOUSE, HUH?

OH, SO YOU KNEW?

SO, SO WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING
LOOKING AT THEN, HUH?

GOD.

NOW, I'LL TELL YOU
SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW.

BEFORE SHE RAN
A GIRLS' ORPHANAGE,

FAT MRS. FUCKING ANDERSON

RAN THE BOYS' ORPHANAGE
ON FUCKING EUCLID AVENUE,

AS I WOULD SEE HER FAT ASS
WADDLING OUT THE BOYS' DORMITORY

AT 5:00
IN THE FUCKING MORNING,

EVERY FUCKING MORNING AFTER SHE
BLEW HER STUPID FUCKING COWBELL

AND WOKE US
ALL THE FUCK UP.

AND MY FUCKING MOTHER
DROPPED ME THE FUCK OFF THERE

WITH $7 AND 60 SOME-ODD
FUCKING CENTS

ON HER WAY TO SUCKING COCK
IN... IN GEORGIA.

AND I DIDN'T GET TO COUNT
THE FUCKING CENTS

BEFORE THE FUCKING
DOOR OPENED, AND THERE,

MRS. FAT-ASS FUCKING ANDERSON,

WHO SOLD YOU TO ME.

I HAD TO GIVE HER $7
AND 60-ODD FUCKING CENTS

THAT MY MOTHER SHOVED
IN MY FUCKING HAND

BEFORE SHE HAMMERED
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR TIMES

ON THE DOOR AND SCURRIED OFF
DOWN FUCKING EUCLID AVENUE,

PROBABLY 30 FUCKING YEARS
BEFORE YOU WERE FUCKING BORN.

THEN AROUND CAPE HORN
AND UP TO SAN FRANCISCO,

WHERE SHE PROBABLY
BECAME MAYOR

OR SOME OTHER TYPE OF SUCCESS
STORY, UNLESS BY SOME FUCKING CHANCE

SHE WOUND UP
AS A DITCH FOR FUCKING CUM.

NOW FUCKING
GO FASTER, HMM?

( grunting )

OKAY, GO AHEAD AND SPIT IT
OUT. YOU DON'T NEED TO SWALLOW.

JUST SPIT IT OUT.

ANYWAYS.

( Western music playing )

* SNAKE BAKED A HO-CAKE,
AND SET THE FROG TO WATCH IT *

* THE FROG FELL A-DOZING,
THE LIZARD CAME AND TOOK IT *

* BRING BACK MY HO-CAKE,
YOU LONG-TAILED NANNY-O *

* BRING BACK MY HO-CAKE,
YOU LONG-TAILED NANNY-O *

* BRING BACK MY HO-CAKE,
YOU LONG TAILED NANNY-O. *