(engine puffing)
(chugging)
(whistle blowing)
(whistle echoing)
Ten years gone, 'proaching that self-same hill
I thought to lay me down and rise no more.
-Oof. -(mule braying)
Give wide berth! That's just passed wind!
Possibly worse.
(crow cawing)
(sighs)
Before eyes close for good and all...
I'd once again see my Joanie Stubbs...
show her a sign of...
loving regret
from Calamity Jane to her darling.
And, too, at the grave of Wild Bill.
♪ ♪
(slurps)
-Ooh. -(bottle clattering)
(sighs, sniffs)
Oof, I've a left-cheek ass blister's
a percolating son of a bitch.
(theme song playing)
(air rushing)
(chuffing, whistling)
(indistinct chatter)
Man: Good, right there.
(chatter continues)
(hammering)
-(groans) -Dan Dority: Morning, Boss!
Get me the gimp.
-Jewel! -Jewel: What?
Al: Get up here.
Have something on the stove, Al!
Well, once you finish burning it, then.
-Jewel: Ho, ho, ho. -(door shuts)
-Morning, Doc. -Morning, Al.
Uh, at liberty...
are you just now?
(man coughing)
Why, you wanna dance?
(door shuts)
-(steam hissing) -(bell ringing)
(indistinct chatter)
(grunts) What'd that be about?
Fashioning into telephone poles.
Ain't we got enough of them damn things already?
Plan's to put lines in every business.
Catch up with the times!
(horse whinnying)
Out of sorts, would you say, Commander?
Half a stride short of fully fit.
Light, somewhat, a few pounds.
And some bit pallid, too.
Ah, Jesus, just shoot me, Doc.
Name the day of the week, Al.
The fuck difference does the day make?
I'd have you but say the name.
Tuesday then, you half a scarecrow-looking cocksucker.
Friday, it is.
-Oh. -(door opens)
Mistaking Friday for Tuesday.
-Well, secure my burial plot. -(door shuts)
Well, your temperature's two degrees above normal,
features drawn,
flesh of a yellowish cast.
Pending fucking developments...
I'd have you forbear from spirits.
-Under advisement. -Oh, no, no, no.
Don't you humor me, nor talk down to me neither,
nor fix to mix in where you ain't been invited.
Whilst you comport the very like to me?
You went somewhat wrong at your liver, Al,
is what you've God damn done!
(wagon passing)
(slams door)
Bar you being out-and-out blind,
you already know he's ill.
Minute past,
words to Dan, "Boss is looking poorly.
Out of sorts."
Don't he look outta sorts, you goddamn donkey?
-(heavy breathing) -Cochran: He is to forbear
from spirits of any kind,
-until he's assayed and diagnosed. -(sighs)
-(coughing) -(indistinct chatter)
You know he'll just endeavor
to import spirits in off the street?
Well, you're not to allow it!
That's easier told than saddled and rode.
Well then, go ahead and hang him, goddamn it!
Blow his fuckin' head off!
Save us all some time!
Wrong side of the damn bed!
(indistinct chatter)
(horse whinnies)
Mrs. Ellsworth! Charlie Utter.
-(laughing) -Oh my.
What a grand surprise after such a piece of time.
For me, Mr. Utter, as well.
Sofia! Come on!
(horses whinnies)
Am I past my place, Ms. Ellsworth,
asking if it's banking brings you back these parts?
Banking, yes.
My interest in the Deadwood Bank,
which is an expanding institution...
Few years back, Mrs. Ellsworth,
bad manners like that woulda lead
to a lesson in courtesy!
Continuing grateful
for hard-won maturity.
Sofia, a gentleman wishes to renew acquaintance, Miss.
Charlie Utter saying hello to Miss Sofia.
The 10 years went past like--
-(snap) -somebody snapped their fingers.
Hello back, Mr. Utter.
-It's lovely to see you again. -Thank you.
Hey, I'd be happy to convey you all
into Deadwood camp in my wagon.
As we would be for the transport,
and your good company.
Oh well, come on.
Alma: I hope we're in time for the statehood celebration.
-Utter: Go as quick as I'm able. -Man: Hey, sweetheart.
Help you with that luggage.
Very kind, I'm okay.
Man: Well, I assume you'll be staying in town, darling.
Pardon me.
There a price we can offer for that information?
You have me wrong.
Oh, there you are!
-Sofia: Hello there. -(quietly) Looking for a ride. I can pay.
(men chuckling)
Margaret: South Dakota marrying the United States.
Martha: Oh! See, they're paying attention, Seth.
-Morning, miss. -Morning, Papa.
Bullock clan ready for the statehood festivities.
Are you ready, husband,
considering the visiting delegates include
the senator from California?
To celebrate, yes, I am.
I'm tempted to believe you.
(plates clatter)
Statehood pancakes coming out!
(sighs)
Stanley: Clear the way!
All right, all right, little man.
Single-minded, this boy, like his old man.
A virtue in your estimation.
(chuckles)
Lord, bless these gifts we ready to receive,
and grant us grace to meet level-headed
what challenges may come this day...
no matter the provocation by lesser
or evil men.
-(kiss) -Amen.
-Children: Amen. -Amen.
Farnum: On this day
-of our statehood celebration... -Man: Hear, hear!
...we honor a man who with unexampled generosity
has give of himself to our Deadwood community.
Though no longer residing amongst us,
he calls California now his home.
The man bases his considerable mining and real estate interest
here in Deadwood, South Dakota.
I ask you please
to greet with me now, the honorable
junior senator from the great state of California,
-George Ambrose Hearst! -(cheering)
(applause)
(camera flash)
(cheering continues)
-Good morning to all! -Crowd: Morning, Senator!
And great thanks to Mayor Farnum
for his generous words of welcome.
It moves me greatly,
returning after years have passed to witness
the changes wrought
by time,
ingenuity, and invention.
-Though none would deny the facts -Martha: Excuse me.
and the cost of a past,
we who gather have known together...
Some portion of which must still
be measured in blood.
Yet, the Deadwood community
does enter its adulthood...
And don't our spirits raise,
you murdering, conniving,
thieving cocksucker.
Resourceful and resolute,
a vital part of the new-made state of South Dakota,
and this state
a vital part of our fine country.
Man: Amen to that!
(applause)
(cheering)
Woman: Thank you, Senator!
(camera flash)
(tapping)
Hotel's but two rooms short of fully occupied, Trixie,
with the parade yet still in full swing.
Congratulations then, Mr. Star,
to you and Marshal Bullock.
Maybe mark the moment braining me with a fucking brick!
I'd sooner put a ring on your finger.
Once first we've seen does the baby survive.
That being, in your scripture, matrimony's single
reason and purpose.
Ain't we already awash in the miracle
of a whore of my vintage being pregnant at all?
-Well, why not wear a sign, then? -(sighs)
Dress in red, head to toe?
Please, Trixie. You oughtn't show your face outside.
Lemonade's on its way with chips of ice, how you like.
Rest now.
I just got the fuck up.
Rest.
(pats hand)
(opens door)
(shuts door)
-(marching band plays) -(sighs)
-(music continues) -(crowd chatter)
(cheering)
Crowd: Senator! Senator!
(lights match)
(cheering, band continues)
(match clattering)
(inhales, exhales)
(band continues playing)
(distant chatter)
♪ ♪
(wagon rattling)
Murdering motherless cocksucker.
(band continues)
Oh, Senator Hearst! Your honor!
(crowd cheering)
Yoo-hoo!
Trixie: On this 10th anniversary of them being butchered,
I convey to you, Senator, memorial greetings
from the miner Ellsworth and prostitute Jen.
-But two of the who knows how many -Bandleader: Hold it!
you've done for while making your moneyed progress!
Have I missed word of your appointment
to some position of authority?
Have I missed word of yours,
-you bald-pated cunt?! -(laughter)
♪ ♪
(knocking)
Man: Better watch yourself, Senator!
-(knocking) -Trixie: Mr. Hearst?
-(gunshot) -Oh.
(slams door)
For ain't it so, sir.
It's the thieving and throat-cutting,
them's bloodied and dead in the mud,
as still stiffens the member in your long-johns!
Well, why not press forward, for Christ's sake?
Set herself aflame?
Trixie: Nor, ought I fail to remark
the semblance from this vantage twixt
your very mug and a snatch has gone haired-over-sideways.
Man: Oh!
Trixie: Mayor Farnum! It's a...
Trixie hasn't lost her gift.
Charlie: She ain't for a fact.
Time can't touch that.
Trixie: ...letting this slimy cocksucker slither his way
into our camp's inner workings!
And aren't you the vile bodying
of a gutter-mouth trollop and tramp! Go.
-As you are of a murdering shitheel! -Hearst: Now.
Sol: Trixie!
(applause, laughter)
(panting)
What's left still to do, Trixie?
Pitch yourself down the stairs?
End any chance of our child's well-being?
(heavy breathing, groaning)
Jesus wept!
-(deep breathing) -What is it?
Something amiss, as you fuckin' foresaw.
(panting)
Ready for the doc we are?
-Off you go then to fetch him. -Okay.
(heavy breathing)
(groans)
I'll be good. (shudder)
Marshal!
Florence: Mr. Utter!
-Hello. -Charlie: Hello, girls.
-Greetings from Uncle Charlie. -Margaret: Uncle Charlie!
Martha: It's lovely to see you both again.
Sofia: Mrs. Bullock.
I remember your reading lessons so well.
(crowd chatter)
Charlie: Mrs. Ellsworth here and her daughter,
they need a room.
I told them best hotel in town's right there.
Perhaps installing Mrs. Ellsworth in a suite
would be the considerate thing for the hotel's owner to do?
Yes, it would.
(sighs)
(indistinct chatter)
Mrs. Ellsworth, was there a room available?
Uh, it-it seems...
we've secured the very last one.
Must be my lucky day.
I'll walk you upstairs.
Alma: You, having so lived in recollection,
Marshal,
it is my considerable happiness to see you again.
No less a happiness, Mrs. Ellsworth,
than of seeing you for me.
♪ ♪
Alma: As a dream might come alive to draw a breath.
(both sigh)
Said overmuch.
Vowed I wouldn't, but I absolutely knew I would.
Why didn't you write of your arrival?
Not sure.
I see.
I wonder,
Mr. Bullock, if all
unwitting...
I may have done something to upset an apple cart.
Not at all.
It's a pleasure to see you both again.
(inhales, exhales)
What?
Nothing, Mama.
Charlie: Bullock! Hey, Marshal!
-Just the man I was looking for. -Coulda warned me
of Mrs. Ellsworth's return, Charlie.
How the fuck, when I was surprised myself?
Very least not deposit her in my goddamn hotel!
Hey, if you're finished rapping my knuckles,
I got some more manly matters to discuss.
I'm all ears, Charlie.
Hearst wants to buy my land.
Dangling big paydays through third parties.
He's coming today hisself.
-Are you disposed? -My age, I'd...
be a fool not to chew on it some.
(sighs)
Which, uh, evidently, Bullock that looks away,
scowling like he is,
don't approve of.
Utter's pal Bullock
figures if Utter sold off his land,
nothing for Utter to do but sit wondering,
in that old saloon, why in hell
he'd sold the thing he'd spent his life
getting situated to buy and keep
to work it himself?
Hearst doesn't deserve your land, Charlie.
Nor ought I either fail to bring to mind
the bastard's disposition to foul play.
(sighs)
Before negotiations commence,
would I be out of place calling on Hearst myself?
I wonder, too, might you procure me an infant's linen?
And you don't make a friend a stranger, Charlie.
Decline him walking beside you.
Saying first, my being grateful
and heartily appreciative,
I'd hold with your friend best achieving
his purposes toting his water hisself.
Join us for dinner tonight.
You amaze my boy pulling coins from your ears.
Better trick would be me pulling
Hearst's hundreds out my ass.
Expect you 7:00, Uncle Charlie.
Thanks, Bullock,
for the lookout.
-(piano playing) -(indistinct chatter)
(tapping)
(inhales, sighs)
Good morning, Miss Newly-Arrived!
Might you be the establishment's operator?
Named Al.
Swearengen's the remainder,
if you ain't overmuch gave pause
to the various ins and outs.
My name's Caroline Woolgarden, Mr. Swearengen,
which I imagine don't slide easy off the tongue
any more than yours does.
Caroline Woolgarden, like butter.
Come new to town in hope of renting one of your fine rooms.
Oh...
Al: Ah...
Shitbird in prospect.
Would you excuse me, Miss Woolgarden?
Ah, produce
George Hearst Esquire,
colossus of commerce, junior senator from California,
who since our paths last crossed
has went from strength
to stronger strength still. (chuckles)
Even as you name me,
a figure to be reckoned with in this camp, Mr. Swearengen,
I have been made this morning,
more than somewhat,
to look an incompetent.
You, sir?
An incompetent? Now, how would that ever be?
These years now past, I'd have you recall
-my having been attacked. -(piano stops playing)
Shot,
and near as not, done in by a whore,
whose name, if I ever knew it,
has now been lost to me.
I dimly recall the matter.
The nameless whore embarked on a program of vengeance,
and, by God, she nearly brought off.
Referring to her attempt to murder me.
Not to pretty the picture.
I have lived
believing the matter had been settled.
And I was satisfied in that belief.
But now, I realize I was tricked.
The whore you presented in the box was not the shooter at all.
Ah, you're going for the long,
larger-minded view, Senator.
Which depends on running telephone lines
across the claims.
On recognizing common ground,
bringing the future to it.
A brief illustration of my point--
Does brevity exist in your repertoire, sir?
I am making an offer on Charlie Utter's land.
Lumber for construction arrived this morning.
Confident, are we?
Back my bid for buying up Utter's property.
Use your position in the town to sway others,
and I will drop any counteraction against the whore.
The pregnant whore who attacked me.
Uncharacteristically straightforward, sir.
Discover your deepest nature,
Mr. Swearengen.
Walk with the future.
♪ ♪
(groans)
(body thuds)
How'd that do you, Al?
Good like it seemed?
-(piano starts) -Best time to produce Trixie
so I can sell her on silence as virtue.
On it, Boss.
(Trixie screaming)
Aunt Lou: That's it. Blow it out, just blow it out.
(Trixie breathing heavily)
(screaming, grunting)
Christ, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
They're arrayed to support you, Ms. Trixie,
but you're the one who's got to be pushing!
Which don't I, in Christ, look to be doing, Aunt Lou?
(grunts)
-(knocking) -Dan: Dan Dority!
Speaking for Al that needs words with Trixie!
Doc: Trixie ain't receiving,
hard as she's coming for home. If you'd just
tell Al, we'll issue word...
-Come on, come on. -...from this quarter
-(screaming) -as we are fucking able!
Dan: Okay. I hear you, Doc.
Doc: One more push, Trixie.
-This is it. -(Trixie screaming)
-Aunt Lou: Now, we doing something. -Doc: And...
Now we doing it.
-(Trixie panting) -Okay.
Aunt Lou: See his business?
You got a boy!
Sol: A boy.
-(gasps) -Doc: Go ahead,
and slap his backside.
(baby crying)
There we go.
(continues crying)
Oh, Trixie.
Hello, Joshua.
Lord keep you.
Ms. Calamity Jane Cannary.
Charlie Utter.
Some putting odds up train bring you home in a box.
I come to collect Joanie Stubbs.
(street noise)
(grunts) Oh, God.
(laughs)
(sighs)
How would you, uh,
describe the Stubbs woman's state of affairs?
Not seeing her consistent, I...
I say Joanie Stubbs' collecting her portion of
gloom and dismay, just like any of us.
Well, suppo--
Suppose, Charlie...
say a, a person had a interest in that situation,
what, by your lights, would be a right way
of broaching the subject?
I'd maybe say...
you been thinking of her,
hoping...
if ever she thought of you,
her thinking would be friendly, too.
Write me that down to repeat it, you cocksucker.
You know what to say, Jane.
What to do.
I will stand you to a drink.
Down it along with you, too, far as that goes.
-One drink. -Fuck one drink.
Go find your girl.
Go get her.
Pssh.
(piano playing)
(indistinct chatter)
I'd have a word,
either with management,
or just some girl ain't on her back just now,
legs straight up in the air!
If you want the boss,
Joanie's upstairs.
Oh?
Busy?
-I didn't see. -No, we didn't see.
(piano continues)
(woman moaning)
(man coughing)
-(bed creaking) -(laughter)
(door shuts)
(indistinct chatter)
(knocking)
Jane Cannary come a-calling, Miss Stubbs.
I'd be grateful if you'd hold your fire.
(door creaks)
(groans)
(footsteps)
Everyone got plenty of room?
Seem to be making due.
Why don't me and Deenie just get outta here, Joanie?
We don't want no trouble.
Well arrived, Jane. (chuckling)
-Welcome home. -Go fuck yourself.
-(laughing) -Hold her soap!
Considerable time since seeing you.
Wasn't me setting off see the country, see the world.
Weren't we sure as fuck done with each other back then?
Not on none of my say-so.
Well, go on. Say what you wanna say.
Uh, just...
surprised to find you back here is all.
I'd be grateful
keeping opinions to yourself concerning
my whereabouts and purposes.
You wanna brawl, we can do it.
Brawling's unseemly, girl my age.
Charlie Utter said you been better.
Is that right? Charlie did?
High on dope, as I suppose you'd have to be,
consorting with them miserable cunts.
New old damn shooter coming out.
Believed the game shut down when she left the table.
(Joanie slurps drink)
(opens door)
-(water running) -(indistinct chatter)
(grunting)
(horse snorting)
These placer acres that you own, Mr. Utter,
captured my attention.
Scouts you sent previous made that clear.
People whose judgment I respect
assay this property's market value
at $3,500.
(workers chattering)
Seems I'm the lone holdout on the path of progress.
By way of abbreviating our back and forth and...
maybe generating some good will,
I'd go 500 above.
Offer you...
4,000 even, cash money.
-(water flowing) -(indistinct chatter)
My father taught his boy,
uh, "beat hell into him" might maybe be more accurate,
-(chuckling) -how if, uh,
early enough on,
you credited the settlements was coming,
bought acres reasonable,
developed 'em sensible,
hung onto 'em until the market come right,
of a day you might could wake up and find
you made yourself a respectable investment.
Forward thinking was your father then.
And now, here's his boy to confirm his papa's prediction.
Contrary-wise,
man might could...
come to certain special feelings.
Partial, say,
to a piece of ground.
A river...
bending through the forest like so.
(men chattering)
I decline your offer, Mr. Hearst,
thanking you for your time
and attention.
My experience over time has come to be...
customarily, I am he who starts a negotiation.
Names its finish, too.
Maybe getting mother-fucked this morning
in the thoroughfare, by a woman in the bargain,
has somewhat got your back up.
Not the accolade you'd looked for
out your return to fuckin' camp.
Proffering that assessment, sir,
is hardly your proper bailiwick.
Far as that, I went and proffered it any-fuckin'-way.
(sighs)
(chattering)
(fishing reel clicking)
(sighs)
(indistinct chatter)
Any soul on the grounds
bearing mortal likeness to a walrus,
raise up your right hand or whistle.
(laughter)
You, Tom Nuttall!
Up with your right,
or purse your damn lips and blow!
-(blowing) -(laughter)
Pitiful effort.
Welcome home, Jane.
'Scription to propose.
Tombstone above a casket.
"On this spot...
♪ ♪
"Was Bill Hickok
"foully slayed,
"brains blown to bits...
-(gunshot) -(yelling)
"by the coward Jack McCall!
"'Neath this building, too,
"days to come,
"will rest the remains of
"Jane Ardis Cannary,
"known as Calamity to strangers,
"and to Bill Hickok
"as a very good friend.
"At the place
"of his sorrowful demise,
"may Jane's spirit stand vigilante watch
as in life she found herself unable."
And to speak straightforward, Jane,
you mortally installed
and decaying 'neath this building
don't strike me as a magnet for commerce.
Because you're headless for business, Tom,
and heedless and horse-faced to boot!
-(laughter) -Well, why not empty the graveyards?
We'll spot corpses at the tables,
needling the gloom overall.
That's a rotten idea.
Fuck yourself, Arty.
(laughter)
-(piano playing) -(indistinct chatter)
Al: What are you selling, Wu?
Swedgin.
-(rattling) -You.
-(speaking Chinese) -He has medicine for you.
Swedgin (speaking Chinese).
Your color looks wrong.
Mengyao, you for hire?
Yes, Mr. Swedgin.
Good.
I want you to
take this note
to Sol Star to give to his lady, Trixie,
over at the Bullock Star Hotel
over the road there.
-You got that? -How much will you pay me?
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Payment upon return,
and job verified complete.
Now go wait outside the door for your granddad.
(speaks Chinese)
(speaking Chinese)
Oh yeah.
(opens door, shuts door)
Swedgin. Drink. Tea.
You drink tea.
No! No!
I'll cut your chink throat for a "no,"
and pitch you off the balcony with the other one,
seek health advice on the way down.
Fuckin' Wu.
Go on, get back to your fuckin' alley!
(opens, shuts door)
(jars clink)
Fuckin' tea, huh?
(opens drawer)
(chuckles)
(sighs)
-(piano playing) -(indistinct chatter)
Am I doing somethin' wrong?
You gimme the fantods, you're so...
favoring a girl who once worked here.
Is she thick through the calf like me?
She's pretty.
She had the yellowest hair. Just the sweetest damn smile.
She had a chip, she had...
there, right there, like to drive a fella crazy.
Burns: Me at least, anyway.
Jen...
her name was.
And Jen move along?
She, she did. Uh-huh.
Moved on.
Give you word where?
Uh...
I weren't telling you true, Caroline.
She died.
Jen did.
Just poor luck...
(piano continues)
Burns: Caught in the middle of situation none of her
fuckin' doing.
"Exceptional sweet soul,"
Minister said.
And he weren't wrong.
(sighs)
Appears my job's in progress
before we might even get to set down.
Early uprising...
longtime trial to me.
(sighs)
More than an hour late is Charlie.
Maybe I pressed too hard about Hearst.
Perhaps he got involved catching' up with folks.
(children giggling)
I should feed the children.
(sighs)
I'm gonna look out for Charlie.
Evening, Marshal!
Looking for Charlie Utter, Jane.
I ain't seen him tonight.
Do something for me?
Check around town. If you find Charlie,
tell him my wife's angry at his bad behavior.
-Count on it! -Harry, with me.
My gout's agitating. (chuckles)
-Seth: Should I take one of the young ones? -Yes, sir.
-I'll fucking go with you, Bullock. -No! No!
(grunts) I'm up! I'm up.
-(groans) -(grunts)
(grunts)
(clicks tongue)
(coyotes howling)
(water flowing)
(grunts)
(horses snort)
That's Charlie's horse.
Start over there.
-(horse nickers) -(grunts)
(groans, sighs)
(splashing)
(sighs)
(twig snaps)
Careful now!
-(piano playing) -(laughter)
How long you standing out here?
Better part of my fuckin' life, feels like.
You looking for Charlie Utter with me or not?
He sometimes plays cards at this new place.
Only knowed that 'cause I teased him
never frequentin' this joint.
Lead the way then.
(chatter, laughter continue)
Charlie?
Charlie Utter!
Charlie!
(animals calling)
(sighs)
-(bush rustling) -(gasps)
Seth: Come out, hands where I can see 'em.
Don't you shoot.
What are you doing out here, Samuel?
I'm just reachin' for my fishing pole,
and I'm askin' you not to kill me.
(sighs)
Christ. Charlie!
It weren't me, no sir!
What the fuck you talkin' about?
Harry: Bullock!
♪ ♪
(panting)
Jesus God in Heaven.
(thunder rumbling)
Get him a blanket, Harry.
-Fields: I didn't do it, Marshal-- -Be still.
(opens door)
(shuts door)
(keys rattling)
(closes, locks door)
(drops keys on table)
(closes blinds)
(crowd murmuring)
♪ ♪
-(cocks gun) -(gunshot)
(horse neighing)
I'd appreciate Mr. Hearst knowing
I'm waitin' to talk to him.
-Man: Mr. Utter! -Woman: That can't be!
(door creaks)
(crowd murmuring)
Man: You see? Covered in blood!
(torches crackling)
Charlie Utter's dead, Mr. Hearst.
Murdered.
Do we know by whose hand, Marshal,
Mr. Utter has been taken?
Seth: Who pulled the trigger,
put the fucking money up to get it done.
I take that, sir, as a slur
meant to incite me.
And I do not choose to be provoked.
Your imputing foreknowledge, sir,
to me of Mr. Utter's murder exposes me
to shameful slander and disesteem.
I will have you recant.
Or either ready to receive
behavior from me in rebuke.
What form then do you figure your rebuke will take,
murdering cunt that you are?
-Al: Bullock-- -I'll get to you in a fuckin' minute.
♪ ♪
Charlie Utter.
-(gasps) -Have a thought for a good man dead.
♪ ♪
Al: Shut the place down. Bar's closed!
Go on, get the fuck outta here!
(indistinct murmuring)
I'd learn the import of that look
passed twixt you and fuckin' Hearst.
Get the marshal a whiskey.
I don't want a fuckin' drink.
Say, Bullock,
a fella, not many hours left to order his affairs,
applied them that remained, naming such
purposes that he'd give primacy.
Deal me in or don't, Al.
I'd not be fucked halfway up.
(labored breathing)
Hearst stopped by, wanted to bury the hatchet.
(sighs)
Pool revenue and influence
in exchange for Trixie's life.
Planning to run telephone wires across Utter's property.
Lumber lies at his claim.
Him conveying that to you, you said fuckin' what?
-I let the offer sit. -To what fucking end?
You ever think, Bullock, of not going straight at a thing?
No.
What's the move, Al?
Wish the fuck I knew.
Killing Charlie Utter changes the game.
Say the man has an eyewitness to bring to bear.
Name him.
Samuel Fields.
The Nigger General was an eyewitness to what?
Eyewitness to them as did for Charlie Utter.
And thereby need a good fuckin' murdering.
(chuckles softly)
Sidestepping legal administration.
Well, if it ain't for Hearst to follow the law,
why the fuck should it be for you?
Now, how should I construe that look on your mug, Bullock?
My job ain't to follow the law, Al.
My job is to interpret it,
then enforce it... accordingly.
You best counsel your partner proper,
the safety of mother and child.
Sol and me'll see to it.
Hearst won't take long
before he honors the rigors of his putrid fuckin' nature.
He'll want an answer.
I'll deliver your fuckin' answer.
♪ ♪
(opens door)
(strikes match)
(flames roar)
♪ ♪
(fire roaring)
Al: Fuckin' telephone in my joint.
Saloon is a sanctuary.
Every man worth the name
knows the value of being unreachable.
Will you have me suck your prick now, Mr. Swearengen?
What has changed since early when I declined the offer?
Do I look suddenly robust, unimpededly erect?
I am out, as I told you,
of sorts, commission, activity.
And more and more forgetful what the whole
sordid fuckin' business is to signify.
Plenty I wouldn't mind forgetting.
(sighs)
-Hey, come over here. Come on. -(pats bed)
(sighs)
You dropped this earlier.
Real or not, I value it high.
That is a goddamn gold commemorative
worth 12 to $14.
Can I ask who the woman was earlier today,
yelling from the hotel balcony?
Al: One who ain't afraid to die.
And who you'd see live?
Well, that's the question.
When I'm gone, who'll protect her?
Can the Jew do what needs to be done? Can Bullock?
♪ ♪
Oh Christ, save me.
Have I feelings for her?
Am I that fuckin' lost a cunt, a man my age?
Makes me wanna weep,
how you remind me of my dad.
Don't you hang your relations around my neck.
(chuckles)
It's a sad night.
(sniffing)
Something's afire.
Christ.
I do have feelings.
(sighs)
(fast bell ringing)
Man: Hyah! Hyah!
(wagon approaching)
-(ringing continues) -(man yelling)
Man: Hup!
(birds, insects chirping)
(slow bell ringing)
(men chattering)
(groaning)
(spitting)
(groaning)
(inhales, exhales)
(bell continues ringing)
Charlie Utter.
So much to rounding up Trixie for me.
Well last night, you sent little Wu with a notion to abstain!
Al: Did I now?
Doc is not 100% all the way to the top persuaded
that you oughta be up and about just yet.
Doc's got a call to his own fuckin' opinion,
but not to be blabbin'
about what pertains or ain't
to my fuckin' plans, huh?!
(sighs) Fucking drenched.
Oh!
Doc: What are you doing up, Al?!
Well, this is fucking pain in the balls.
Jesus Christ!
(sighs)
I owe Charlie Utter a sending off, Doc.
Oh, goddamn it, Al.
Okay.
Hey, Dan!
You do it, huh?
Handful of dirt from each of us?
Charlie Utter.
Charlie (singing): You gotta walk it
♪ by yourself ♪
♪ There's nobody else... ♪
Fields: Mr. Utter's accustomed to letting me cross
his land and fish the stream
that separates his acres from Mr. Hearst.
He come 'round about a quarter past the second I caught,
me expecting his purpose to
ask how I was faring.
(continues singing)
(gunshot)
Fields: I heard a rifle shot, and took the fuck off.
Seth: Could you identify the man who did it?
Fields: No, sir, I cannot.
Because I didn't see him.
You being you?
Me being the color I am, yes, sir.
I wish I could.
(sighs)
I'ma say this once to you, Marshal.
I'm gonna let myself hope
that you don't permit 'em stringing me up
over something I had nothing to do with, not fuck all.
Nobody's trying to lynch you at this moment here, Samuel.
And if you look at me hard,
you'll know
they'll have to kill me down the road
before they get to do it then.
(door opens, shuts)
Fields: Bless you seeing clear to say so, Marshal,
and get me a good goddamn lawyer.
(heavy breathing) Sorry for the lateness. Gout's flaring.
Was at the Doc's.
Been hearing about your gout a lot lately, Harry.
Pokes me like devil's in there working with a tiny pitchfork.
How's this going?
Get me a good goddamn lawyer, Marshal!
(sighing)
(door shuts)
(locks gate)
(water flowing)
Choir singing: ♪ I was standing on the banks ♪
♪ Of the river ♪
♪ Looking out ♪
♪ Over life's ♪
♪ Troubled seas ♪
♪ When I saw ♪
♪ An old ship ♪
♪ That was sailing ♪
♪ Is that the old... ♪
Come on, Jane. Time for Charlie's burial.
-(choir continues) -(sighs)
(sighs)
Remember when Bill passed?
Charlie so broke up he'd been out the camp,
couldn't attend the goodbye?
And I recollect, too, girl barely
could put one foot front the other
but weren't gonna fail to see Bill Hickok off.
Seth: When Sol Star and I came to this community,
Charlie Utter...
was first man forward offering his hand in greeting.
♪ ♪
Over time, Sol and I formed a...
friendship with Charlie.
Enriched our lives.
Come up to proper, he was good-natured and just.
Come to any way at all,
I never saw a man stand him down.
Only right
he should be buried on the land he worked his life for.
Charlie was took from us wrongful,
and he was...
He was took too soon.
We ask respite
for a good man's soul.
Pray the Lord carry him home.
No man never stood up for me how Charlie did,
nor with no word 'bout doing it, neither.
-(heavy breathing) -Crowd: Amen.
Jane: Amen to that.
♪ ♪
(dirt clattering)
(indistinct chatter)
Gentlemen.
Senator Hearst expecting us.
Room number nine.
Constituents of the cocksucker from California?
Don't I deserve common courtesy?
(knocking)
May I mention service as this community's mayor,
albeit admittedly a largely titular position.
But, facts are facts.
(indistinct chatter)
Well deserved, if modest, recognitions, gentlemen.
Jobs well done.
Well, if you call them recognitions
just modest, Mr. Hearst,
I pray to Christ we run across you
the day you're showing off.
Certain you were unseen?
Not a human eye for miles.
-Man looks to be losing his mind, Dennis. -(labored breathing)
-(chuckling) -(twigs break)
-That direction. -What the fuck?
(gunshot)
Hm.
I saw a fisherman at the claim
earlier in the day.
Dark-complected fellow,
wading the stream.
♪ ♪
You bring me to wonder aloud if that last
was a bald-faced fabrication.
My sources say Marshal's
collected a witness, for a fact.
I paid for execution
at a level of professional excellence.
You were commissioned...
to undertake of certain effort.
It went without saying that
you would address any complications
that might ensue.
Part of the contract, sir, yes.
They have someone in custody,
which fails, by a considerable margin,
to please me.
I strongly suggest you handle it.
How the fuck are we supposed to get into the marshal's office?
Check on the veracity of this claim?
My sources are to be trusted, it won't be easy.
But, neither will it be impossible.
Uh-huh.
I see.
This further business,
if successfully brought to fruition,
will earn each of you...
$50 additional.
Well, now we're talkin'.
-The Negro fisherman? -That'd be a job well done.
(gasps)
Judas Priest!
(indistinct chatter)
-Hearst: A word with you, Mr. Farnum! -(sighs)
Property of mine fell victim to arson last night.
So, Senator, I'm gave to understand.
What dreadful news.
Place this lumber order.
The vendor is in Lead.
Tell the man
weekly deliveries until further notice.
By telegraph, sir?
There is a public telephone just outside.
Take the leap, Mr. Farnum.
The future awaits.
The queue, sir, stretches.
Have you seen the riffraff lined up?
Stall progress he may.
Stop it he cannot.
Every business, Mr. Farnum,
in this territory thrives
as a direct result of communication.
Now, we've no say as to the pace
of modernity's advance.
I myself am merely... its vessel.
-A humble foot soldier. -(scraping feet)
Its inevitability is the deepest truth--
What is wrong with you, goddamn it, to be
shifting your feet so incessantly?
Uh, the procession of years,
wanton leakage.
You are a vile creature.
Nor are you first to say so.
Get the hell out and place the call.
I'll detain you for the briefest moment.
-Now. -Yes, sir. Going.
(closes door)
Peaches, Jewel, are for meeting of the town elders.
This prospect here before us, it's an auction.
It's hardly the same fuckin' thing.
God, you think about ever getting yourself a hobby, Dan?
And that smart-ass mouth of your'n is gonna get you
relegated back to the fucking kitchen.
Seth: Futile to go to Hearst this way.
No matter his resources, but it'd be a pity
not to recognize what's at stake.
To go ahead and die stupid.
Hate to end a fool, right?
Sure as hell Charlie Utter didn't.
What's essential is you remember, do your part.
Oh, naught else, Marshal? Laundry required?
I'll let you know.
Where you been, Bullock?
Right up the fuckin' road, Al.
-(phone cranking, ringing) -(wires buzzing)
God damn it!
Goddamn it.
-(muffled voice) -My goodness. A voice?
-Hello, in there. -(muffled voice continues)
I'm calling the town of Lead!
(sighs)
It's Deadwood's mayor, E.B. Farnum, relegated to
magnate-Senator George Hearst's errand boy,
calling Lead Lumber at the senator's behest.
(muffled voice responds)
The Negro will lay slain before this concludes.
Christ. I must get to Bullock.
(gavel pounding)
Merrick: Good afternoon and welcome to
the Utter estates dispersal,
as will proceed
under the supervision of the Deadwood Bank.
A description of the parcel and its dimensions
are detailed in the available literature.
First bids on landholdings of Charlie Utter,
Deadwood Bank the fiduciary,
to commence at $2,500,
increments thereafter of $100 above the previous bid.
I'm not made for such complexity.
(clears throat)
Who will open now on parcel one
at $2,500?
I've a bid for $2,500
on the regrettably deceased Mr. Utter's
very desirable property.
Who will go with me now to 26?
-$2,600. -Backing your play, partner.
Conservative proffer.
Uh, $2,700.
Upon which Hearst takes matters by the neck.
3,000.
(crowd murmuring)
Nor do I lack for stronger opinions.
-3,100. -32.
Rode in, did you, Marshal, on a Trojan horse?
Floor's heard $3,200.
3,300, please.
Hearst: 34. And if you know your limit, Marshal,
let's hurry and get to it so that I may get us past,
and that we all of us can sup at a decent hour.
♪ ♪
Merrick: 3,400's heard once.
Seth: 3,500.
Terrible fire at your claim last night.
Everybody whole,
-Senator? -36.
-3,700. -(murmuring)
38.
-3,900. -(gasps)
I've 3,900 once.
(knocking)
Mr. Hearst sent us.
It's fuckin' daytime.
Not our fuckin' problem.
Say how you want it played.
Key's on the desk, this side of my head.
-(punch lands) -(Manning grunts)
-Hearst: 4,300. -44.
♪ ♪
-Sol: Seth... -Do I hear 4,500?
5,000, goddamn it.
As ought shoo the sightseers off.
-5,500. -Hearst: 56.
6,000.
6,500.
$7,000.
-(man whistling) -(murmuring)
7,200.
$7,300.
And neither, if you continue, sir,
will you find yourself unaccompanied.
Merrick: I've $7,300
for the Utter property heard once.
7,300 twice.
(murmuring, chuckling)
-Third time. -(bangs gavel)
Sold to the distinguished
and resourceful Mrs. Ellsworth,
for $7,300!
(crowd chatter)
Mrs. Ellsworth.
(chatter continues)
You honored Charlie today.
Bullock!
Excuse me.
What is it, E.B.?
(inaudible)
-You're certain? -Yes.
♪ ♪
Dan.
-With Al. -Staying.
(grunting, struggling)
-No! -(rope pulling)
Oh!
♪ ♪
(groaning)
Sorry.
-How long ago? -(grunts)
I couldn't tell you for a mortal truth.
(grunting)
-They got Samuel. -Mengyao: Marshal!
Come! Something bad is happening! Come!
Come! Come here!
-(punching) -(grunting)
-(gun cocks) -(yelling in Chinese)
(heavy breathing)
(gasps)
(yelling in Chinese)
Lemme go, the chink lives.
-(gunshot) -(screaming)
(yelling in Chinese)
Wu: Mengyao! Mengyao!
You're gonna die you do that.
You arresting me for beating a coon
murdered a decent white man?
-You murdered Charlie Utter. -Aye? And who says so?
I...
I say so.
That's him, Bullock.
Killed your friend.
(grunts)
(both grunting)
(crowd shouting)
-(groans) -(heavy breathing)
-(punch lands) -Sol: Seth.
Seth! Seth!
(grunting)
Sol: Don't kill him!
(panting)
Take care of Samuel.
Wu, feed that fuck to the pigs.
(speaking Chinese)
(indistinct murmuring)
(groaning)
("Traumerei" by Schumann playing)
Seth: George Hearst! Come out!
(sighs)
George Hearst!
Come out now!
(crowd murmuring)
(door opens)
Identify the man hired you to do Charlie Utter's murder.
Finally lost your grip, Marshal.
(grunts, choking)
Name the man! Go on!
-(heavy breathing) -Point him out.
(cocks gun)
He hired us.
Who did?
-(gunfire) -(screaming)
(cocks gun)
(crowd screaming)
(body falls)
Hearst: Set up, Marshal, are we?
Justice and mercy in proper relation.
Feelin' more a man?
Better lock the next shipment of lumber up.
I expect you believe a badge
insulates you from certain untoward consequences.
Much as your being a US senator
will insulate you from jail.
Tell this cocksucker to lower his weapon!
-(gunfire) -(grunting)
-(gasps) -(crowd screaming)
Inside, now.
(Johnny groans)
Fuckin' shot, I am!
You'll fuckin' live.
(groaning)
-(panting) -Johnny...
Congratulations on the rising body count.
Ain't proud of it.
I'm coming for you, Marshal.
Expect you will, Senator.
♪ ♪
(torches crackle)
-(knocking) -Trixie: Mr. Hearst?
(gunshot)
♪ ♪
(footsteps receding)
(baby fussing)
(door unlocks)
-(door shuts) -Hold your son.
Rock him towards sleep. Feed him his milk
I've squoze into his bottles.
Clean and change him when he does his business.
Wait, Trixie, where are you going?
First, Al's urgent call to see me.
Then, he sends this note sayin' the opposite.
(sighs)
What the fuck, Sol?
Not mine.
Collateral damage is all.
Well, whose fucking blood is it?
Men who murdered Charlie, dead now.
-Oh, the Hebrew takes to arms! -Trixie, please calm down.
-Then, take him. -(baby crying)
-No. -For God's sakes.
(crying continues)
I'm getting Al's counsel.
With our baby stood with his father,
20 possible minutes or a fucking cunt hair more.
I'll exit back of the hotel,
sneaky as a mouse,
and enter the Gem a side way.
Being stupid and fuckin' reckless.
As I may be both, you Jew bastard,
to get out the fuckin' door.
(door opens, shuts)
(piano playing)
(indistinct chatter)
(door shuts)
(sighs)
Beatin' you about head and shoulders, lad?
Their's the upper hand just now.
Some choice, making your presence known to Hearst.
(turning book page)
(labored breathing)
Whatever trouble I caused...
blame the baby's imminent arrival.
I took that young girl's life to save yours.
Please, Al, don't say it again.
Haunts me, Jen's face does.
Weren't you cut her throat,
nor devised a fuckin' plan that nearly got us all killed.
God have mercy on me.
(shudders)
I don't deserve the one fuckin' minute of happiness,
my newborn gave me coming into the world.
We chose you, you loopy cunt.
Look at the fuckin' mess you've give us.
I'm un-fucking-worthy, Al!
I belonged in that coffin, not her!
Well, if your aim was to die, please,
allow me to do the honors.
(sighs)
We're all of us haunted by our own fucking thoughts,
so make friends with her ghost!
It ain't going fuckin' anywhere!
♪ ♪
(sighs)
I'm sorry...
for everything.
Heavens open up.
She expresses contrition.
(sighs)
New baby in camp?
Lovely little boy.
(exhales)
As born of his mother, he would be.
(baby cooing)
Did you try and stop her from leaving?
-Nothing I could do. -Jesus Christ.
Swearengen's the only one I told
Samuel's in the cage.
Man may be a lot of things, but he's not a snitch.
State he's in, more likely
fuckin' forgot the conversation entirely.
(door opens)
(shuts door)
(baby crying)
Too much ask you stay the hell outta trouble?
No, fuckin' Bullock.
Not too much.
I will.
(door opens, shuts)
Not himself, Al weren't.
Weak like I never seen him.
Gather some things now.
We're spending the night at the Bullock house.
Moving us from the center of town.
Hate runnin' from him, Sol.
For our boy.
(baby fussing)
(sighs)
Seth: What are the odds him comin' to?
He's severely injured from the beating.
Spleen's ruptured.
Blood in his belly.
Seth: Odds on it ending?
All bleeding stops eventually.
(sighs)
(door opens)
(door shuts)
♪ ♪
We ought marry on the morrow, Sol.
Al ain't to be relied on to linger.
(dog barking)
And we ain't exchangin' secret fuckin' vows,
tucked away in hiding.
Free all day.
(door opens)
(door shuts)
-(town chatter) -(rooster crowing)
(grunts)
(long sigh)
(groans)
Oh, well done.
Proud performance.
Fuckin' pissed myself.
(groans)
(sighs)
(indistinct chatter)
Twenty minutes going forward to the ceremony,
nor neither the same interval afterwards.
No fornication on the premises.
(baby cooing)
Why does she get to hold him?
Because I'm the bride,
and it's my special fuckin' day.
(indistinct chatter)
-(clap) -Lend fucking hands, girls!
Make the place presentable.
-May make that girl my wife. -(scoffs)
She ain't gonna marry no man age enough to be her daddy.
Soft hands smoothed my brow.
Wrist smelling like jasmine.
She sewed the hole in my shoulder closed
with needle and thread, mm-hmm.
Lift your wallet while she's doing it?
That's a dark view of the world, Dan.
I ask to be enlightened as to
the passage of spirit in prospect for me, Doc.
Well... (sighs)
I take us to be collections of cells,
each aggregate a smaller,
separate life inside us, and...
and time slows.
And finally stops.
The fate my cell collections
live into as we speak.
That ain't so to a mortal certainty, Al.
I'd not prolong the chewing up, Doc,
nor the being spat out.
Not go out a cunt.
It's the dispatch I find inglorious.
The whole delusory fucking self-importance.
-Is it your hope to attend the wedding? -It's my resolve.
All right then.
Pucker up.
(baby fussing)
(indistinct chatter)
I'll take him.
Believe you were born to be a whore?
Probably doing what I'm fit for.
How hard you suppose the bastard turned you out
had to work to make you think that?
Trixie.
Got an appointment upstairs.
(sneeze)
Oh, well, I hope you're proud,
expelling your sneeze in my mug.
(laughs)
That's the Lord's blessing come upon you, Al.
That's him leanin' down to kiss your cheek.
(chuckles) Yeah.
(sighs)
Well, I ain't got no time left for
fancy dancin'.
Your thoughts on me leaving you the joint?
No, not being either to say
you have to run women.
I strongly endorse that.
Make it a dance hall for all of me.
(scoffs)
What about the circus elephants, Al,
producing some novel effect?
Dance hall, Trixie, ain't a bad idea.
Good man you got there!
Heart, soul,
and brains enough to know that he struck lucky
in his female companion.
Good example for the kid to emulate.
And no fee for the sermon.
Excuse me now.
Hey.
(door opens)
-Maybe you oughta think about running for office? -(door shuts)
Outnumbered, as we are,
by shit-birds.
Food for thought, Mr. Swearengen.
That idea
is my wedding gift to you.
Thank you.
-(door shuts) -(sighs)
(street noise, chatter)
(sighs)
(groans)
(sighs)
-(hammering) -(nickering)
(horse snorts)
Heard you was down here.
(nickering)
This one was Charlie's.
-(snorts) -Yours now.
Sure he'd want that.
(nickering)
(sighs)
Past when I took what Cy gave me,
I'd pray I wouldn't wake up.
You gutless cunt. Don't you speak that way to me again.
Nor neither am I saying I feel that way now, is my point.
You...
gimme a goddamn kiss and say, "I promise
I won't fold, no matter how sad I get."
Or just don't say a word at all then.
Just go ahead and give me a kiss and don't say a word.
(gasps)
Oh.
(chuckles)
All right. Well...
you bring to recollection
you're a hell of a good kisser.
And you're still chewing that licorice?
That's my 12th least-worst sin.
Time comes, I have $14,057 in the mattress,
which you will divide equally.
You fight amongst yourselves,
you will wish there was no hell
because I will surely come back and cut your fuckin' throats.
-Well, I don't want your money. -Yeah...
There.
Gentlemen...
can we not appear as quadruplets?
(indistinct chatter)
(clears throat)
(sniffs, sighs)
(piano playing)
(sighs)
(heavy breathing)
Bless you for being upright,
for letting me have my hand on your arm,
and for being the showing-up sort that you are.
-(grunts) -(crowd murmuring)
What's else is gravy.
Safe passage to us all.
(piano stops playing)
Oh, you're a picture, miss.
-Means something. -Mm-hmm.
(chairs creaking)
Three times I go around?
Always coming back.
I ain't gave to flight.
Righteousness.
Loving kindness.
Justice.
For all in my ignorance,
I, uh, do not hew to the letter of,
uh, its practice, but I'd hope
the brief ceremony
will be respectful to... Jewishness!
Level best, Reverend! A for effort.
Eh, bless you, my son,
and thank you for understanding.
Sermon's over.
-That's all! -(chuckling)
Stapleton: I'll now ask the young Miss Sofia
to come forward with the nuptial rings.
By the powers of each of their religions and practices,
I now pronounce Sol and Trixie man and wife.
Should your husband kiss you?
Lest he be sleepin' outdoors.
(laughter)
-(camera flash) -(glass breaks)
(music playing, clapping)
(laughter, cheering)
(inaudible chatter)
(laughing)
Been thinking, Jane. Maybe I'd like to see the world.
For instance, what's France like?
Don't know.
Never wanted to see it till this minute.
♪ ♪
(street chatter)
(horses neigh)
-(clapping) -(piano continues)
Happy occasion.
(crowd noise muffles)
-Margaret: Papa! -(crowd noise returns)
-(growls) -(laughing)
(joyous chatter)
Are you all right?
Let's... figure out what to do with that land.
(sniffles)
♪ ♪
(town chatter)
(horse nickering)
-(music playing) -(party chatter)
(doors slam)
(clapping dies down)
Ah, Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and all risen saints.
For once in your life, resist the urge for utterance.
-(music stops) -(crowd murmuring)
As witness before my newborn child
my hope in beginning again,
I pray we forbear from
fucking up each other's lives further,
and live in peace and quiet.
(baby crying)
It seems to me, Mrs. Star,
in coming forward to conciliate me,
you consign yourself to a misery
not unlike a sort of...
execution.
These two gentlemen are sheriff and deputy
from a neighboring town,
brought in to represent my interests.
Sheriff Laraby from Lead.
-We have a warrant for the arrest of Trixie Star -(baby crying)
for the attempted murder of Mr. George Hearst.
You get the hell outta here.
Forbear, son, lest you be undone.
Sol: I'm not your son,
no more than you're the boss of the fuckin' future.
Why, I believe I am its whole inheritor.
Seth: These men have no jurisdiction here.
I'm guessing these two you brought
don't know the extent of your crimes here.
Prime suspect in the murder of Charlie Utter.
(handcuffs clink)
Hearst: Are you going to incarcerate me again,
Marshal Bullock?
This time, for how many minutes?
-Let's find out together. -(handcuffs click)
-Little tight on my wrist. -Shut up.
Come through my town, you stop at the marshal's office first.
Way a fellow lawman would do, showing any fuckin' respect.
Sorry for the interruption. Carry on with the celebration.
(crowd murmuring)
Merrick: Smile, Senator Hearst!
(flash)
-Get him outta here. -Good riddance!
(indistinct chatter)
'Fore you lock him up,
no harm you letting us have a word with Mr. Hearst.
Speaking for Charlie Utter, as is gone from amongst us.
Man: What's going on here? What's in train?
Jane: This United States of American Senator...
had Charlie Utter murdered!
-Men: Yeah! He's a murderer! -Without remorse!
(angry murmuring)
-Nor recourse! -Man: Can't hide behind that!
-Nor fucking recollection! -(mob yelling)
(bottle shatters)
I'll tear your head clean off, boy,
if that'll help recollection.
Who heaves something next gets dealt with.
-Man: You entitled motherfucker! -Son of a bitch.
Steer your people, Marshal.
-Shut the fuck up! -Drunk: Cocksuckers!
Nobody answering no one!
-Do what-all they want! -You got that right!
-(punch lands) -(grunts)
-(crowd cheering) -(punching, grunting)
(groaning, grunting)
♪ ♪
(mob yelling)
(screaming)
(punching, yelling)
(drunken laughter)
Martha: Go on now! Go! Go.
-(gunshot) -(horse whinnies)
-Easy! -What the hell?
(crowd muttering)
Man: Come on, let us finish it.
Leave him be.
My God...
Lest I arrest every one of you.
-(crowd objecting) -(groaning)
I've seen enough.
(groaning)
Ah!
(panting)
Get the fuckin' Doc.
Oh yeah, let's do allay the cocksucker in his misery.
Now, Jane!
Drunk: Hope you die in the street.
Like my dad did!
-(mob yelling) -(panting)
Go on home, now!
Man: You son of a bitch!
(shouting continues)
Have you finished your impotent display?
No, I don't believe I have.
-(groaning) -(keys rattle)
-(music playing) -(clapping, party chatter)
(sighs)
(labored breathing)
(coughing)
(heavy breathing)
(crowd chattering)
(heavy breathing)
♪ ♪
(cocks gun)
(heavy breathing)
(cocks gun)
You're my witness, Senator.
Marshal's trying to kill you.
-(gunshot) -(screaming)
(crowd chatter)
(sighs)
Coward was coming behind you, Bullock.
(heavy breathing)
'Bout to shoot you back the head.
Joanie: Jane!
(sighs)
You son of a bitch, Harry.
That was Bill come into me.
Him come to protect us.
No, Jane. That was you.
♪ ♪
The Good Book, Marshal...
(heavy breathing)
says...
the Lord chooses amongst His witnesses...
them'd be thought least likely.
Is that so?
(heavy breathing)
You might should oughta know...
before what happened...
Mr. Utter...
seemed to me...
a different man.
Like a weight had come off his shoulders.
What else they say
about the Lord's witnesses?
What else?
(sighs) Their defects...
notwithstanding,
they testify to His
wond'rous glory.
(sighs)
Singing, he was, at the end, Marshal,
'bout walking the valley.
Joyful to hear and behold.
(sighs)
Singing.
(shallow breathing)
(sniffles)
If you have it in you to abide,
I'd not have you leave me.
I won't, Al.
Comes to it, Jewel and me will see to you.
I'll have the little one brought in.
-(footsteps) -(Al sighs)
I heard you singing the other day.
I thought you'd stabbed a frog.
Jewel: If you want, Al,
I can rub your feet. Shaky hands,
but it works well.
Go ahead then.
(sighs)
Oh...
Jewel singing: ♪ Waltzing Matilda ♪
♪ You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me ♪
Both singing: ♪ Down came a jumbuck ♪
♪ To drink at the water hole ♪
♪ Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him in glee ♪
♪ And he said as he put him away ♪
♪ In the tucker bag ♪
♪ You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me ♪
♪ Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda ♪
♪ You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me ♪
(closes door)
♪ ♪
(giggling)
(giggling, chattering)
♪ ♪
I'm home.
♪ ♪
(exhales)
Oh...
(labored breathing)
(groans)
Our Father...
which art in Heaven...
Both: Let Him...
fucking... stay there.
(labored breathing)
("Hog of the Forsaken" by Michael Hurley plays)
♪ ♪
♪ And the Hog of the Forsaken ♪
♪ Got no reason to cry ♪
♪ He got to chew the angels ♪
♪ Fallen from on high ♪
♪ He ain't waitin' for no answer ♪
♪ Bakin' woeful pie ♪
♪ Pie of eyesight, pie blue-black ♪
♪ Whoa, that pie ♪
♪ The pie of by-n-by ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And the Hog of the Forsaken ♪
♪ Well, he ain't like you and I ♪
♪ With bones always breakin' ♪
♪ And no place to go lie ♪
♪ He sit in the bog so dark and wet ♪
♪ He got so much time ♪
♪ He ain't even worried yet ♪
♪ The Hog of the Forsaken ♪
♪ He is the pork of crime ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And the Hog of the Forsaken ♪
♪ He'll leave you one more chance ♪
♪ Which if you won't be takin' ♪
♪ He'll leave it for the ants ♪
♪ He sings out in the wilderness ♪
♪ He sings of friend and foe ♪
♪ He sings of these and those times ♪
♪ As well as the times to go ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And the Hog of the Forsaken ♪
♪ He swims out into the sea ♪
♪ Find the alligator gar ♪
♪ Chase to leapin' mullet ♪
♪ He chokes the water hyacinth ♪
♪ Flowin' to the sea ♪
♪ The Hog of the Forsaken ♪
♪ He is the hog for me ♪
♪ He chokes the water hyacinth ♪
♪ Goin' to the sea ♪
♪ Hog of the Forsaken ♪
-♪ He is the hog for me ♪ -That's right!
♪ ♪
♪ And the Hog of the Forsaken ♪
♪ Got no reason to cry ♪
♪ He got to chew the angels ♪
♪ Fallen from on high ♪
♪ He ain't waitin' for no answer ♪
♪ Bakin' woeful pie ♪
♪ Pie of eyesight, pie blue-black ♪
♪ Whoa, that pie ♪
♪ The pie of by-n-by ♪
♪ ♪