All language subtitles for Deadwood.S03E06.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Charlie:
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.

- Were 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?

Fields: Goddamn fool.

Jane: 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' time saver.

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?"

I suppose we ought to go get him.
He ain't fuckin' pretty to look at.

Neither are you, fuckin' nigger general.

Seth:
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... 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.

Ai: Last night
from my balcony vantage,

I watched you drag hearst by the ear
to utter's freight office.

I was awaitin' 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?"

It bespoke I didn't fuckin'
feel like talking to you.

"Ai, 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
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.

- 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 already.

Let me go on and get shaky-handed,

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

Dan: Shhh.

- Al's out.
- Out where?

Well, I don't know.

But I bet you a nickel it 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,

and fixing to move to Oregon,

pickin' up his fuckin' shotgun,
the negro stumbled and...

Blew his black head off!

God damn it, Harry.

Steve: And I fear no retribution,
not by my own god...

Or any other...

Evil emissary's dispatch

from the bowels of the earth

by whatever bundle of bloody

fuckin' feathers and housecat teeth

the nigger race bows down to.

My hands are fuckin' clean,

and my heart is quiet.

Oh, Christ.

Harry?

Hurry up, Richardson.

Thwart that abyssinian.

Richardson:
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.
- Lou: My baby!

Ooh!

- Ooh!
- Your baby's growed, mama.

Oh, come on, come on.

Come 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.

Hmm? 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, 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 say of me in your paper?

I have nothing to report, sir.

- Have you anything to give me?
- I have not.

$1.25, please.

25¢ increase to our rate.

Cy: Damn pleased we got
to speak, Adams.

Ai 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.
- As soon as he's sure he wouldn't

be unintentionally misleadin' 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
the scraps his fuckin' flunky tosses.

That swearengen.

When here, Leon,

telling me about the hobby
you and Mrs. 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.
- Mornin'.

Busy night last night, I hear.

Hearst: 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 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 or less
a fuckin' company town.

And my thinking was if communicatin'
this privately to Mr. Hearst

risks putting me and ai 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 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 fucking 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 toward 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 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 a 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,

if 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 carve on me for a fucking while.

Oh! Fuck you, rube!

You clean up? Your 83¢?

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

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 stalwart
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 now 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 shitbag 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.

Alack for me.

How I'd 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
I don't hear about beforehand from you,

- I'm gonna cut your fucking throat.
- Goodness.

You see that 200 I've give you?

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?

Lou:
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,

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, ai, 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, eb, 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, ai, came from tolliver,

seeking knowledge, as he claimed,

of such of 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 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?

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, ai.

- Is it over for us here?
- Go back to the hotel, eb.

Save us. Think of something.

Have I ever not?

We'll discuss that money another time.

- Sol: There's leaving the camp.
- Seth: No.

No, I...

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 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 civilized,

or that his business with us is finished.

Hearst is fucking coming.

Bringing us back to bill

and doing unto others first.

Which ought maybe include

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 from fucking ambush

while we're up seeing to hearst.

There'll be nothing left of the camp.

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 fucking middled.

So she says,
"no no, I want five oxen

and one chicken."

- Rube fucking humor.
- Mr. Tolliver.

Come with me, Leon.

Let con calm down.

Hold off.

- 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 anyways, ai, for not
recognizing a figure of speech.

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

I made a casual remark,
an off-handed 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 from the mines,

breath rotten 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 lot's improved.

- She's using again.
- Who do we speak of now?

The fucking Mrs. Ellsworth.
And I told her! Knew

and that she'd ruin her child
and that I quit her stupid job.

If that don't straighten her out,
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 out of 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 if I go.

I can't help noticing in 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,

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, mama,

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.

Steve: Putting that dead one's
kidneys up his nose,

however the fuck else
they summon up their demons.

Beat thigh bones on tin pans.

Shake and rattle
and hop the fuck around.

Another?

Am I swine, 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 no. 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 is the livery at?

I'm not assuming you know
left from right,

or I'd have spoken.

Jane: I've never done that
sober in my life.

Pissed yourself?

And if account of the mishap circulates,
I will know the fucking source.

Who could I tell?

I'd have 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?

Bible instructs us

when two of different races
return from a graveyard together,

the event should be marked with liquor.

Lou:
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 help.

Ai: 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?

- What the fuck else you want me to say?
- Nothing.

You gave me the basis to decide.
I'm not fucking 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.

I'm on the verge of striking you
a fucking blow.

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

Which I have been
waiting to hear you 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, ai?" Asked Johnny. "Because..."
And I fucking have to explain to him,

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

Seeing a light go out of their eyes.

In the one you'd 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 to 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

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?

Now that is the first giant step

towards long-term
understanding and friendship.

Do not employ a mug

lest next we'd be
donning white gloves.

All right then.

Yes yes yes.

Yeah, there's a new house policy
now at the no. 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

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
that 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 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.

Hearst:
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.

Richardson: 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 morning's lost
its appeal for me.

I prefer to wake indoors.

Dan! You don't travel tonight.

Come. In need of
canned peaches, Johnny.

Let's collect the camp elders.

Be baffled among friends, huh?

I tried, miss lady.

No no.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Hearst.

Odell!

Odell!

Odell: Hello, Mr. Hearst.

- Who's the new nigger?
- Fucking late, son.

Awful 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 of routine sleeping
some place 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

very very very much in danger.

That's all right, Jane.

Come on.

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j' oh, now is the needed time I

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