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He's down that hole
for a fact.

PitifuI as
you pursued it,

you better hope
he ain't got space enough

to roll around holding his side,
and bust a gut laughing...

tell all the other woodchucks
at the club this afternoon.

He might not even
call it an escape.

Might just call it
his "morning's entertainment. "

Hey! Hey, Ellsworth!

Hey, Dan Dority!

Where's
the Great Prospector?

I guess Brom
slept in this morning.

Suppose his enthusiasm's
on the wane?

That's always
possible.

He shows up, you tell him
I quit waitin'.

- Sure will.
- See ya at The Gem.

Always possible.

Go on!

"The earth is the Lord's
and the fullness thereof,

the world, and they
that dwell therein.

For He hath founded it
upon the seas,

and established it
upon the floods.

Who shall ascend
into the hill of the Lord?

Or who shall stand
in His holy place?

He that hath clean hands,
and a pure heart:

who hath not
lifted up his souI

unto vanity,
nor sworn deceitfully.

He shall receive
the blessing from the Lord,

and justice from the God
of his salvation.

Lift up your heads,
O ye gates

and be ye lifted up
ye everlasting doors,

and the King of Glory
shall come in.

Who is the King
of Glory,

the Lord of Hosts?
He is the King of Glory.

Selah. "

Let me see them titties!
What's your name?

What's your name?

Pull that sign a little
to the right.

No, no, no.
That way, that way.

"Everyone proud in heart
is an abomination to the Lord.

Though hand join in hand,
he shall not be unpunished.

By mercy and truth
is inequity purged.

when he maketh even his enemies
to be at peace with him. "

Amen.

Thank you.
Thanks for your help.

May we edify my readers,
Mr. Bullock?

I don't know
what "edify" means.

Can we talk about
last night's gunfight?

No.

We can't talk about last night's
gunfight either.

- What the fuck?!
- All's I can speculate, Al,

is whoever these
Bella Union people are,

they bought Artie Simpson's place
on the quiet.

Pre-arranged
turnin' it into a joint.

This no-good
fucking Judas!

- Hey, fucknut!
- Just take it easy, Al.

How long you been
hatching this?

I made a practical
goddamn business decision.

No chance for me to match
their fucking offer?

You couldn't have. You'd have killed me
before you'd matched.

But it's between
you and them now.

Drive carefuI,
cocksucker!

Don't think I haven't
taken precaution.

Don't think
I don't know your mind!

- I hate to press you on that lot.
- I ain't ready to settle yet.

- We're anxious to build.
- If you want an answer now, it's no.

Two.

Same for me,
only better.

Yeah, three to the dealer.
The dealer draws...

trench mouth.
Opener bets.

Well damn,
Wild Bill.

Even a stopped clock's
gotta be right sometime.

Common law just says you gonna
win one sooner or later.

But I'm gonna keep
pushin' my luck.

What do you got there?
$8.

Are you ready to stand any more credit
to Wild Bill, Tom?

I didn't hear him
ask for any.

You want me to just
bet eight, Bill?

Cover my call.

Aw, Bill, I can't
let you put your gun up.

That Colt's worth more than my raise
by a good 40 bucks.

- Are you takin' the bet?
- I tell you what,

I'll add 40 bucks to my raise,
to make the bet fair.

And then 50 more,

if you'll
put up a set.

Pot's right.

Would a nine-high straight
do the trick?

Pot to the club flush.

Well, that's one in a row
for you, Wild Bill.

Who's hungry?

What in the hell damn
time is it anyway?

Sure you wanna
quit playing, Jack?

The game's always between you
and getting called a cunt.

Meeting adjourned, fellas,
take it outside.

That dropped eye
of yours

looks like the hood
on a cunt to me, Jack.

When you talk, your mouth
looks like a cunt moving.

I ain't gonna get
in no gunfight with you, Hickok.

But you will run
your cunt mouth at me...

and I will take it
to play poker.

I'll tote up accounts,
Mr. Hickok.

We'll do whatever business
we need to next you're in.

Anyone wants to,
can find me at the Grand Central.

- She's warm, isn't she?
- She ain't talk yet, neither.

That's beside the point,
you shut up!

She will get a fever,
bein' wolf bit.

The reason we risked
bringin' her into camp.

You don't need to fear
the saloonkeeper.

- He's not a danger to her no more.
- He's not?

Saloonkeeper worried
that the little one

said road agents
killed her people-

who the road agents
might say they worked for.

Meaning him?

He took a different
approach to the problem.

She would do better
indoors.

I told Jane she could
take my room with the little one,

and I'd move
back in with Bill.

I will not stay in no fuckin' hoteI!
They won't give me a room!

You two keep
your voices down.

What'd I say
about noise?

He snores the whole
fuckin' night!

Snoring's past
a person's controI.

I was a field nurse
during the war,

at Shiloh
and Second Manassas.

That was a good deal
of violence.

Is that when you
got your calling?

Yes, it was, sir.
Out of that crucible-

out of all that horror,
to come to God's grace.

A man's heart
deviseth his way,

but the Lord
directeth his steps.

He directeth
all our steps, Mr. Bullock.

All of us.

If you're preaching
at me, Reverend,

you need to put some more
light on the text.

If I am preaching at you, sir,
I do you a disservice.

Good morning,
Mr. Star.

Good morning,
Reverend.

Did we get the lot?
Can we start building?

- The reverend's come to help.
- We're still hangin' fire.

- What's the damn holdup?
- New gambling outfit come into town.

Time wasn't right
to push him to a decision.

I got all the lumber cut.

- And I warned you that was premature.
- You said 98%

after your last conversation
with that son of a bitch.

98 is not 100.

God damn it!

- Good day, sirs.
- Good day, Reverend.

I said they'd find
a way to stop me.

If it's raising room rates,
you have to go ahead and raise 'em.

Rates aren't the only factor.
There's a waiting list for occupancy.

You undertaker-looking
son of a bitch.

This little girI's doctor
ordered her to live indoors,

and I'm assigned
to change her dressings!

A sad story, that's none
of my affair, "madam,"

if I guess
your sex correct.

What's the problem,
innkeeper?

Mr. Hickok.

Little one took fever
in that wagon last night, Bill.

And I thought Jane and her
could stay in my room

and I'd move
back in with you.

I'm not in opposition, sir.
Just the opposite.

Who wouldn't want
to accommodate a sick girI?

But the Simpson HoteI's
closed its doors.

If Mr. Utter's vacating,

shouldn't these people that have been
trying me all morning get first call?

Isn't that
simple fairness?

He don't give fuck all for fairness!
He just don't want me in here.

How 'bout if he stays
in his room

and the lady
moves in with me?

That way no one's
vacating nothing.

That would outflank
the checkout issue.

But it might raise
questions of decorum.

- With who?
- No one of consequence, I suppose.

Let her in.

I'm going to get
some breakfast.

There will be
a rate adjustment!

Good morning.

I've heard the stories, madam,
I tell you that at flagfall.

You are here
on sufferance.

Kiss my ass!

Cocksuckers.

Where were they
when Dan and me were

chopping trees
in this gulch?

Hands all blistered,

bucktooth fucking beavers
rolling around in the creek,

slapping their tails
in the water

like we was hired
entertainment.

I'd have paid a nickeI
to see you chopping wood.

Yeah. Don't think I wasn't
blow for blow with Dan.

I can play that shit
when I have to.

But I've been
to Chicago too.

How do I look?

Like Christ crucified.

Guess this ain't a hoteI
no more.

Come see us tonight
when we open,

we'll find you a place
to lay down.

And someone to keep
your feet warm.

I'm Al Swearengen.
I own the joint across the street.

- The Gem?
- That's it.

Cy Tolliver, Al.

Ed Sawyer,
Joanie Stubbs.

You people must've
trained with the heathens.

Yeah, you know, you come up
on us unbeknownst.

How long you been
in camp, Al?

This year, since March.
I was here last year too,

but the fucking cavalry
drove us out.

Put all the whites out,
didn't they?

Deep fucking thinkers in Washington
put forward that policy.

This year though, so many
soldiers deserting to prospect,

gave up the ghost,
let us all back in.

And of course, Custer sorted out
the Sioux for us,

so now we're all as safe
as at our mothers' tits.

Did a job for our side,
didn't he, Al?

How about that long-haired
fucking blowhard, huh?

I'll tell you this, son,
you can mark my words,

Crazy Horse went
into Little Bighorn,

bought his people one good,
long-term ass fucking.

You do not want to be
a dirt-worshipping heathen

from this fucking
point forward.

- Pardon my French.
- Oh, I speak French.

Well, here we are,
settling the world's problems.

And I've been wondering, Cy,
um, perhaps we should

talk about our areas
of overlap

so we're not
at each other's throats.

- Give me a for instance, Al.
- Uh, women.

Would we want to agree
on rates?

Well, far as pussy, Al, we'll want
to let the market sort itself out.

Sounds to me like I'm
up against specialty acts.

How about table games?
Any overlap there?

We'll be featuring
craps, Al.

I played that in Chicago.

I don't offer it myself,

gets these hoople-heads
confused, hmm?

That's one area
of overlap avoided.

- What about faro?
- We'll have it.

That decision
hard and fast?

I don't see overlap being a problem,
Al, even where we duplicate.

We're offering
different atmospheres.

You're a pioneering type,
a trailblazer type.

You're gonna draw
a trailblazing element.

Meaning I get the ones
that don't wash?

Must cut through the stink when they
walk in with those sacks full of gold.

Oh, the money spends,
definitely.

Anyways, thanks
for the neighborly visit.

Yeah, good to meet you.
Very good luck to you.

You're opening
at 8:00, huh?

That's what we're aiming at.

8:00.

Good for you.

Wouldn't set a fire
right away.

Come to case us, though.

He would set a fire.

The way you tell it, mister,

the man didn't sell you that claim
holding a gun to your head.

Frankly, Mr. Hickok,

being a novice in these matters,
I was duped.

And now the seller's disappeared.
You checked into his room.

It sound like
you're up shit's creek.

The seller had accomplices,
gentlemen.

Men of- what passes
for position in this place.

I would pay a handsome bounty, if they
were brought to make restitutions.

Sorry you lost
your money, mister.

But I ain't for hire
to rob it back.

I make no terms as to method.

You don't figure a good talking-to
would do the trick?

I'm not leaving camp

without my money.

Mister, that fella you said
had my room before me?

A man named Tim Driscoll,
yes, pure charlatan.

Fresh stain on the floor
when I moved in.

He may have checked out
short a usefuI amount of blood.

It wouldn't surprise me
in the least.

That would make these accomplices
you're talking about

dangerous people
to deal with.

Yes, I quite take your point-
no honor among thieves.

Well...

thanks for your time.

I'll pursue my remedies
in some other fashion.

I don't think
he took your point...

quite.

I think he quite
missed it.

I believe I'll pass out,
Charlie.

I guess you were
playing poker all night, huh?

Yes, sir.

When we was coming into camp
I saw that Montana fella

you seem to like.

Bullock had my back
again last night.

Well, he was seeing
to the result this morning.

Man has an active
conscience.

What would you think of us
and him and his friend

- having dinner tonight?
- Why?

People gotta eat,
don't they, Bill?

And maybe you'd enjoy
sitting with someone

who wasn't looking
to beat you at cards.

Or blow
your fucking head off.

True enough.

Mark me down
for a yes.

I want to know
who did their legwork.

You hit the nail
square, Al.

Whoever went between
them Bella Union people

and Artie Simpson would be
a prime source of information.

Do not repeat
back to me

what I just said
in different fucking words!

I wanna know
who cut the cheese.

I'll tell you this
for openers-

we are gonna set off an area
on the balcony.

And God help
whoever doesn't use it,

because the next stink
I have to smell in this office,

and whoever doesn't admit to it
is going out the window,

into the muck,
onto their fucking heads

and we'll see how they like
farting from that position, okay?

"I hate to press you on the lot,
Mr. Swearengen. "

Wouldn't that be a setup?

If they were all
of the same fucking party?

You think them
hardware guys and Hickok

might be the advance party
for them saloon operators?

You did the same fucking thing
I told you not to.

Get them too, say I'm ready
to conclude on their offer.

Stop at Wu's. Tell him either he feeds
his pigs Persimmon Phil tonight,

or I serve them
raw loin of Oriental.

I thought you forgot
all about that, Al.

I thought it just sorta
slipped through the cracks.

The faro dude
at the new joint,

dope-fiend.
Tall guy, skankly red beard.

You want me to get next to him,
Mr. Swearengen?

Let me take a few dollars,
I'll go play at his table.

Stop hustling.

I'll give you dope when you
bring that cocksucker here.

He's as good as standing
in front of you, Mr. Swearengen.

No.

Stick around.

Help me measure
where their loyalties lie.

These hardware guys?

The burden falls on me,
Alma.

That much is now clear.

Do you think there's
any possibility

that Mr. Hickok
might reconsider?

None.

Nor was I sure that,
if he'd agreed,

the man before me at that
breakfast table was equal to the task.

Promise me one thing
then, Brom.

Don't ask me
to amend my purpose.

That before seeing
Mr. Swearengen,

you take your walk.

To clear my head
and reflect?

If only to perfect
your arguments.

I see.

I accept the suggestion

and a feeling for its author.

Thank you.

If I'm stooped when
next you see me, Alma,

it won't be worry weighing me down
but bags of our recovered gold.

Take your walk, dear.

It's Hickok, Alma.

- Unconscious.
- I see.

I take this as proof
my reservations were well founded.

Too considerate
to disturb us?

Wouldn't have truck
with that...

room clerk ghouI to get
let into Charlie's,

I'd rather sleep in the fucking hallway,
that's the kind of man he is.

Aw! I owe you
another fucking penny.

I owe you another one.

I don't know if you
ever should learn English,

every mind fouI.

Spare you knowing
how ignorant people are.

But then I couldn't
tell you about Bill...

sleeping in the hallway
out of thought for others.

And I know some other
fucking stories too-

Owe you
another penny.

Look at that jackass.

Help you with anything?

I tell you who's being done
a favor at this exact moment.

Or would you care
to take a guess?

A favor in this tent.

I'd guess it's you
doing one for yourself,

considering
the quality goods.

The favor here's being done
for Wild Bill-fucking-Hickok.

What are you
talking about?

'Cause if I'm out
prospecting in the hills,

then he ain't getting
his just desserts-

at the poker table,
or otherwise.

Don't ask me what I mean
by the last part.

What do you mean?

I said you'd do better
not asking.

Get outta here.

I'll buy this one.

What's the price on that?

You ain't buying nothing.

I know you.

- Where I know you from?
- Can't help you with that, partner.

You follow him around.

Hey!

That tent's shut to you.

Don't come back there.

Fuck you...

and any plans I might've
had to buy something,

or prospect.

I'd be lousy at retail.

I guarantee you that much.

Wouldn't have
the patience for it.

I'm not sure how much
future he's got.

Anyways, I want
to tell you fellas,

several days I'll be
going back to Cheyenne-

to try and secure
a mail route.

I operate a freight business
outta there.

You need resupply, I'll be bringing
several wagons back.

That's good to know.

And, uh, I was, uh,
half wondering too if...

if you'd want to join
Bill and me for dinner.

Tonight
or some other time.

Let's do it tonight.

I feeI like I should've
brung posies.

Afternoon.

Can I help you
find something?

Mr. Swearengen
wants to see ya.

I only hope you understand me
being short with you

- out in the street this morning.
- You had a lot on your mind.

I had a lot of what's left
of my fucking mind,

these new interests
coming in.

I'd only hope you understand,
and see my thinking

in not selling you
that lot outright.

What's your thinking today?

Gets dead set
at the fucking point,

which I like
in most situations.

Do you know these
new saloon interests?

- Are you acquainted with them at all?
- Nope.

Not them
and not Bill Hickok.

And all we want to do is
run a hardware business.

I have got to be satisfied.

See, I'm the simple-type
cocksucker

that when he sees lightning,
readies for thunder.

And takes the thunder
if it comes from the same storm.

Why wouldn't ya,
Mr. Swearengen?

Thank you for saying that,
even if you don't fucking mean it.

What would make you
comfortable selling to us?

1,000.

Plus right of first refusal
on any further sale.

Accepted.

And right to buy back
at the original price,

- plus the cost of your improvements.
- Accepted.

No gambling
on the fucking premises.

No association of any kind
with these Bella Union cocksuckers.

- Accept-
- We can't sell 'em our goods?

No.

What do you
think of that?

Accepted.

What do you think?

Accepted.

Or, they could buy
your wares

in your normal course
of your normal fucking business.

I'd guess it's okay to transact
with these cocksuckers.

- We can sell them our wares?
- Your normal wares.

No gambling,
whoring or whiskey

on the fucking premises
is the chief fucking point.

Agreed.

I spit in my hand.

Will that drive you
screaming into the hills?

The thousand
would be nice.

20, 40, 60, 80, 100.

A happy outcome.

20, 40, 60, 80, 200.

...a shooting
exhibition.

That idea for Mr. Hickok
has been had

and acted upon by a few people
before you.

And, then afterward,
we cut the bullets out

and the fucking playing cards
he was using as targets.

That's the point
I was trying to get to.

How about the tree bark behind
the fucking playing card targets, huh?

Hell, yeah, we'll sell
the fucking bark.

- What do you say, fellas?
- We got our lot.

Hooray for you boys.

Two days for me
to get the word out.

10¢ to watch, and we'll charge
for the souvenirs.

Ain't taking you up
on that, mister.

- Another 20 for you on the quiet.
- No.

And the talk
between us is over.

Soap!

Soap with
a prize inside.

Soap!

Got that man
to sell, huh?

Never had to strain so
to spend $1,000.

Will you let us
outta dinner?

You'd as soon
not do it, huh?

We'd like to get
to building.

Will we see you tomorrow
for breakfast?

Sure.

Maybe we'll catch Bill
coming back from cards.

Well, congratulations
to both of you.

Thanks, Mr. Utter.

- Thank you.
- Good luck to you.

Looks like
we're in business.

Huh?

My goodness.

My heavens.

My goodness gracious.

Heavens to Betsy.

What do you think, Hiram,
ever seen a craps layout?

- My first.
- Shall I show you how it works?

I might could follow.

I do read and cipher.

Well, you're well
in advance of the pack.

Tell me what this says.

C- o-m-e.

It says "Come. "

You really can read,
can't ya?

I wasn't raised to lie.

I'm liable to be killed,
Eddie.

He's on my scent
and closing.

Curious tactics,
your coming here then, E.B.

To remind you secrecy
is of the essence.

Al Swearengen's
a dangerous man.

Let him doubt
those he's trusted,

this camp will run red
with blood.

Argues for raising
your room rates,

at least make the game
worth the candle.

I wonder how cavalier
your attitude will be...

with a pig gnawing
through your vitals.

Bet on me
screaming for mercy.

I turned down
your offer to buy

and pointed you
to Artie Simpson.

The whole damn extent
of my involvement.

And I'm staring
straight at extinction.

He may get you anyway, E.B.,
but if your nerve goes,

he'll get you sure.

Now, dope is not my own
preferred form of relaxation,

but I did try the shit and believe me...
I nearly converted.

Jimmy said you'd do right by me,
Mr. Swearengen.

Everything...

that goes on at that place.

I'll give you a daily report.

Yeah.

He's the type
I'd wanna know about.

Just left your joint.

Judas goat-looking fella.

Hey, you see him?

Coyote-moving type?

- You see him?
- The short guy?

Yeah, with his paws always damp
like a just shit fucking turd.

That's the type
I wanna know about.

Comings, goings,
any dealings with your bosses.

I'll keep a special eye
on him.

- Al?
- Yeah.

That cherry New York dude

- is downstairs asking for ya.
- No good.

Charlie him the fuck out.

He keeps talking
about the Pinkertons.

Dan Dority,
thought you were dead.

Yes, I didn't go
to the claim this morning.

You should've told him.

I've had him here
the last several hours in tears.

Dan, look!

- He's alive.
- Thank God.

Yes, I chose not to go
to the claim.

Whiskey, Brom?
Snatch?

Frankly, Al, I'm here
to speak with you.

And I'm not to be
distracted.

Then proceed, my son,
speak frankly.

We needn't reach the question
of whether my claim

has "pinched out,"
as the saying goes,

or whether it was a sham
proposition to begin with.

Let's just say,
I've lost faith in the property.

- Have you?
- And I want my $20,000 back.

In the heat you've confused me
with Tim Driscoll.

I think we're both aware, Al,
that Driscoll's no longer in camp.

And because I believe you
colluded with Tim Driscoll

and perhaps were in cahoots
with other parties as well,

I require satisfaction
from you.

It's the heat again, Brom.

I don't collude
and I don't cahoot.

Al, are you familiar
with the Pinkerton Agency?

- Why?
- Pursuing its business interests,

my family's had several occasions
to engage the Pinkertons.

We maintain
friendly relations.

I'd prefer we two
settle this as gentlemen,

but if need be, the Pinkertons
can be made a party to our dispute.

Has he asked you to reconnoiter
the rims with him at all?

Never.

Did he ask to
and you refused?

Didn't get around to it, Al.

I thought he was in
for the long hauI.

What are you talking
about specifically?

The gold you found washed down from
somewhere, that's the law of gravity.

And your claim runs rim to rim
the width of the fucking gulch,

so the original deposit
the gold you found washed down from

is likely on your claim above,
near one of the rims.

That's what you feeI
I should reconnoiter?

First place the Pinkertons
would look.

Unless I'm fucking wrong.

No, that's how they operate.

So if he asks you,

would you reconnoiter
the rims with him?

Al, I waited out there
all morning for him-

- Is that a yes or a no?
- Yeah.

I'd be happy to reconnoiter
the rims with him.

And if Dan's and mine
good faith reconnoitering

don't show the source of the gold,
do you then make restitution, Al?

Or do I have recourse
to the agency?

If at that point you ask,

yes, I'll make restitution,
all rights and wrongs aside,

'cause you've got me
by the fucking balls.

Let me go home
and change.

Uh, do I need
climbing gear?

You might want
to bring a pickaxe.

Goodbye, then.

Make it look
like an accident.

Ain't this
a pretty picture?

I can't wake people
I don't know about.

Passed out
in the public hallway.

He never knocked
on the damn door.

By the time I looked out
he was snoring.

Did you want me
to drag him in by the damn heels?

I say leave him where he is
and go about your own business.

He's up.

I hope you're happy.
Congratulations, cocksucker.

Dinner's been canceled, Bill.

All right.

Them two fellas
got their lot bought

and they're started
right ahead with the building.

Sure.

I was that shocked seeing
you sleeping out here, Bill.

First saw you
maybe an hour ago.

Didn't want to disturb me
and the child, Charlie.

He must've sought entry to your room,
wherever the fuck you were at.

I'd like to know where that goddamned
innkeep was! He could've let Bill in.

You're not gonna
let me sleep, are ya?

I'd would have let you sleep
as long as you wanted.

- How's that little one?
- Good.

She's napping.
More than I can say for you.

Are those hardware boys
looking for extra hands?

In a roundabout way.

I don't agree
with this plan.

Reconnoitering the rims
is exactly the sort of

due diligence that Father
would ask if I'd done.

Nor do I see the need
to involve your father.

It was my mention of the Pinkertons
which brought Al Swearengen around

and the Pinkertons can't come
into this unless Father does as well.

I wouldn't even know
where to look for them.

Ought we possibly to take
a different view of this?

Consider we've had an adventure
costing us $20,000

and let matters rest there.

Let them rest?

Yes.

If you still want to see more
of the West, let's go now and see it.

Or else
return to New York.

I don't think
we should linger here.

I have no abiding affection
for this camp.

But I won't leave
without my money.

Why do you take
that medicine?

You know why,
to relieve my headaches.

The other day I had a whopper
of a headache and I sampled a bit.

I would hardly call

the dull, numb, floating feeling
I experienced "relief. "

Perhaps the sexes experience
the medicine differently?

In any case, I, um...

hope you feeI better.

Thank you.

E.B.

Thanks for coming.

Whistle-

and I'm underfoot.
Loyal as a damn dog.

I tell you what, Al, you got a helluva
nice turnout downstairs.

Hell of a nice
Monday crowd.

Jesus Christ Almighty!

- Go ahead in, E.B.
- I'm not in dutch, am I, Al?

Go ahead in.

Mr. Hickok?

I'm Nathan Gordon.

I come up from
Murfreesborough and...

- How are you, Nathan?
- Fine.

See, I'll tell you
this much, Mr. Hickok,

and I'd say the same
to the angels in heaven.

As a stage performer,

you cannot act
a single damn lick.

I'd call that
a fair judgment.

I saw you on a stage
in Hartford, Connecticut.

And I'd have bet U.S. currency
that you'd been strangled

and killed, and you just
didn't know you was dead yet.

Was you born patient,
Montana,

or did you cultivate it?

I guess I'm patient for labor.

Now why tell him
that type story?

Why I saw him perform
with Buffalo Bill Cody

and Texas Jack Omohundro
on a stage in Hartford, Connecticut.

Who gives a fuck?

You think he was put on earth
to hear you run him down?

I'm all right, friend.

No, why don't you get
outta my sight

before I do something
I'll fucking regret?

I'll tell whatever kinda story
I feeI like telling.

That's right,
tell it walking.

Anyways, me and SoI are sure
gratefuI you and Mr. Utter

are taking
the time to help.

Go ahead about your work,
Mr. Hickok.

He won't bother you
no more.

Charlie encourages me
being in your company.

He feels you're
a positive influence.

No reason
you'd remember me

but I saw you marshal
at Abilene.

Saw you blow one
cocksucker's head

right the fuck
off his neck.

I also saw you...

dead center three bullets
on an ace of spade

playing card
at 25 goddamned paces.

Some other loudmouth
like this loudmouth I just sorted out,

said you'd doctored
that playing card

before you ever tacked it
to that tree.

- And did you sort him out too?
- Goddamned right.

Well, thanks
for all that help.

Now it's time
you moved along.

I sorted him out proper.

Gouged out the both
of his fucking eyes.

- All right, friend!
- Move, I'm tired of listening to you.

You're tired of listening?

- That's what he said.
- Oh.

I guess everybody's
talking to me now.

Get the fuck outta here!

All right, I hear you,
Wild Bill.

You don't need
to insult me twice.

I'll tell you what,

I hope you get
what's coming to you

and I hope it's sooner
rather than later.

I hope they
sort you out!

And I get to see it!

I hope you're gut shot
and die slow!

And I hope they get you
in this camp!

Hand me- hand me some
of them pegs, would you?

Hey, want some pegs,
Bill?

I'm gonna desert you.

Play some poker.

Drink some whiskey.

Thanks for your help.

See ya later, Charlie.

All right, Bill.

Ready, lift.

Oh, there we go.

For having nothing to do
with him,

these hardware cocksuckers

sure seem to be joined
to Hickok at the hip.

You made your judgment
on that situation.

And I believe you
judged correct.

No connection
between them and him?

Or between any of them,
and these new saloon people?

You saw it like that
and I did too.

To the best of the both
of our thinking.

- Which was important to me.
- Which was?

- What?
- When you said "which was,"

I didn't follow
what you were asking.

I wasn't asking nothing.
I was saying.

I didn't have full information

so your impression
on this was important.

Someone I could trust.

What's wrong?

What's the matter?

- My palms are damp.
- They're always damp.

- Yes, sir.
- So is something wrong?

No, no.

Well, the Great Prospector's
found his second wind.

You tell me, Al.
Have you a doubt or misgiving?

You tell me.

Generally, if I have
a misgiving or a doubt,

I kill the cocksucker I have
a doubt and misgiving about.

But these are special
circumstances.

I don't know what you mean
by "special circumstances. "

If I want to, I can burn
the whole fucking camp down.

- Yes, you can.
- Cut your throat first,

and then burn down
the whole fucking camp.

- You can-
- I don't know what the fuck you mean.

I mean, short of
burning it all down,

you gotta trust someone.

- What were you doing over there?
- Where?

- Where?
- At the Bella Union?

Get an impression,
scouting.

Listen to me,
listen to me.

I was the go-between,
it was me.

But without
malicious intention.

Well...

I confess
to being winded.

Oh no, Dan.

No.

Mother.

Simple greed. One less hoteI in camp,
shorten up the room supply.

No conspiracy,
no betrayal.

If you're gonna murder me,
I'd appreciate a quick dying.

And not getting ate
by the pigs-

in case there is
resurrection of the flesh.

Stay friendly
with them cocksuckers.

With them
Bella Union people?

Can't help yourself,
can you?

You fell,
but you'll be all right.

I'm gonna
take care of you.

Hold on a second.

No hollering.

I'll take care of you.

Now, hush.

Tina and Molly can be quiet
if you want him kept company.

That man's already
doing all he wants to.

If I send him anyone,
it'd be you.

Are you loaded, Leon?

Well on the path,
Mr. Tolliver.

That man at The Gem
has got some serious shit.

I know when you make
your first report on us to him,

you'll remember
to say thanks.

I hope you're not too fucked up
to deal the deuce for us, Leon.

Opium ain't been
made yet, Mr. Sawyer,

that can fuck me up
that bad.

I'll tug his reins.

- I hope our hero wins.
- Count on it.

If Bill comes,

I'm gonna move you

to that nice pallet
over there,

only 'cause he's far too big for it
and so too would I be.

So if you wake up on the pallet,
that's what happened.

And him and me
being where we are

is the circumstances
of the room, period.

And the grownups
are just sleeping.

But don't be afraid to-
to- to wake me up.

All right.

Sweetheart, go to sleep.

I'm right here.

Not too fucking
deep, huh?

I won't.

Trust.

Hell of a way
to operate, huh?

Learning at all the ins
and outs of getting killed.

Not too fucking deep.

Every fucking beating
I'm gratefuI for.

Every fucking
one of them.

Get all the trust
beat outta you.

Then you know what
the fucking world is.

Al, open up,
it's me, it's Dan!

You're gonna wanna
hear this, open up!

Come in, sit down.

- Well, it's a mixed report.
- You just tell me, is it done?

Oh, it's done.

Yeah, he's gone.

So what's the mixture?

He went owning one hell
of a fucking gold strike.

Where's the dude now?

Splattered at the bottom
of the ridge.

Ride back out.
Bring him back in at dawn.

All right.

Trixie!

You want the other foot?

Yeah.

Please.

& Kick off your high heels &

& CarefuI where you stand &

& Kick off your high heels &

& CarefuI where you stand &

& Don't you move too close,
I'm a twisted little man &

& Heaven help me,
I know what I am &

& Don't you move too close,
I'm a twisted little man. &