Deadwood

Reverend: My darling wife...

I have $68 put by-

Our belly cleaveth To the earth.

I hope to be home Soon, amanda.

I'll help with The cider pressing.

Our soul is Bowed down to the dust.

Tell johnny to brew some coffee, Open some peaches.

- who are they? Is that the magistrate? - some with soldier saddles.

- al knew they was comin'. - well, he knew somethin' was comin'.

I'd about decided he just Couldn't sleep without trixie.

General crook bears victory's garland for Having routed the miniconjou at slim buttes.

- well done, general. - the first meeting out of recompense

For the massacre At the little big horn.

Am I right in believing that i Saw you last year in the hills?

Amongst them You gave the boot to?

You said you'd see us back Once the treaty got amended.

The day the general Spoke of... Fast approaches.

Even now he's called To camp robinson...

i'm waitin' For al to collect clagett

By the scruff Of the neck.

He and his men would require Some resupply and respite.

- stopped at the right fuckin' place. - respite, mr. Swearengen.

Short of the men becoming Dissolute or drawn to desertion.

Unsaddled, allowed to Gamble, roll in the dust, hmm?

But not so they balk At reharness.

I'll make your feelings known To the other operators.

I and my fellow officers would be Grateful now for the use of the bathhouse.

Mr. Burns here Will steer you.

For those that avenged custer, If it ain't too dissolute,

The camp will Want a parade.

A parade is all right.

Forego your bath A moment, magistrate,

Unless you want a girl to Sponge you while we converse?

So did young adams Deliver my message?

I haven't seen Young adams.

- no? - I haven't been to yankton.

I've been representing the Territory in the treaty negotiations.

Well, as to bribing you further for Help with that warrant against me

Beyond the $5,000 You've already pocketed,

The gist was "fuck yourself."

- do you now reconsider? - no, magistrate, I do not.

Not if you've seen adams Or if you haven't seen adams.

Well, that would Be imprudent, al.

A failure to properly value your Freedom in the promising days ahead.

Maybe you don't value keeping your Fucking guts inside your belly enough.

- those are the days behind us. - no,

Those are the days To my fucking left.

I didn't generate The warrant.

My disappearance Won't quash it.

You can't Murder an order

Or the telegraph That transmitted it

Or those that are content To put food on the table

Simply by being Its instruments.

It can't be done.

Get the fuck Out of my joint.

Although this may appear To be a fortuitous accident-

You're not in this, Johnny burns-

I would be less than honest If I did not admit that I was

In fact lying in wait, In ambush, if you will.

- sir, make your first effort count. - seconds away.

A.w.: Now, general...

Your most victorious Smile.

All right.

Stern and resolute!

This bloated tick Clagett,

Feedin' on the neck Of the fucking military.

I guess he bought His bagman back.

Who I commissioned To kill him.

- he proclaims their paths never crossed. - I guess he would.

Can you imagine, al, That as mayor,

I might like to learn The cavalry's in camp

Other than by coming upon them Posing for photographs

In the goddamn Thoroughfare?!

Cavalry's in camp, e.b.

- at whose behest? - the people, as always.

- to what purpose? - a parade's in the offing.

They've had a victory Over the dirt worshippers.

Will you lead The hosannas?

Well, I suppose that's Part of my mandate.

Mightn't I also coordinate satisfaction Of the force's logistical needs?

I hope you charge Something for your service.

Cavalry in camp, doc.

May I number you in The reception committee?

Fuck the cavalry and the Committee that receives 'em!

Hi, doc.

The fuckin' magistrate don't Go back to yankton alive.

Trixie?

You seen jewel Around anywheres?

Common room. Sweepin'.

Hey, doc?

What you got In your tote sack?

Lettuce.

Set your broom To one side and sit down.

I said put your Broom aside.

You have to remove it From my clutches.

Okay.

All right.

I make this stipulation.

You develop any stiffness Or numbness, you report these.

You do not conceal These symptoms in order

To sustain your hopes For the miraculous benefits

Of your fucking boot.

That's my fuckin' boot?

You lose a leg, your other conditions Will prevent you from moving around at all,

And I will not have you lose The mobility that you do have

For the sake of A few weeks' illusion.

I'll report stiffness Or numbness.

All right.

And pain or discomfort!

Don't you Be the doctor!

You report the symptoms, I will Determine their significance!

Don't yell, doc!

I am yelling because I want to make sure

You goddamn Understand me!

I do. I understand.

All right.

Here's your goddamn boot.

Help me put it on.

Walk in unannounced is a good Way to get yourself killed, doc.

Especially as the cavalry Has us besieged.

I'm here about The minister.

He's over at my place,

Past my art if I had any.

He's damn near blind And mostly paralyzed.

Past controlling His functions.

Well, you're preaching to the Fucking converted. I mean...

I would've seen To him, but...

I've been Fucking busy.

Well, he doesn't want To be seen to like that.

What the fuck Are we talking about?

A man being cared for,

And made comfortable Till he expires.

The girls you put To the task,

Deduct your time From my pay.

I get the bag Of shit.

You get to care for a human Being in his last extremity.

A human being in his last Extremity is a bag of shit.

Oh, fuck you, al!

I'll send someone over To pick him up.

I made jewel A brace and a boot.

Does it allay the fucking noise she Makes when she drags her leg about?

If the noise bothers you so Much, put cotton in your ears.

Get the fuck out Of here, doc, huh?

I'm working on my deployments And flanking maneuvers.

How about that other one?

Trixie's fine.

Johnny!

Take the sled To doc cochran's.

Collect the fucking minister and Install him in the whore's quarters.

Tell that other one To make up the fucking room.

Trixie?

These rags were fine Broadcloth shirts

Before I brung 'em To launder.

Huh?

Six... Six bits...

No, no. You told me-

Looks to me like a Deteriorating situation, sheriff.

Yup. Too frequent to be Borne. Downright intolerable.

Leon: six bits a goddamn Piece, you hear me?

What the fuck You talking about?

Look at this goddamn shit. What is that?

I hope that slant-eyed Cocksucker's look

Ain't as arrogant close up as It appears from this distance!

Smells like shit. You celestials

Are trying to wash our Shirts in goddamn feces!

Otis: mining gold, alma, Is a different business

From panning it In a stream.

The machinery involved, The wages,

It demands capital.

If, as seems clear, You've determined to stay,

I could see after your Requirements in new york,

Secure your holdings' credit As its eastern representative.

Would that please you?

I- I don't Know, daddy.

- i'm not sure it would. - why not?

I'm not sure I can Explain beyond

Saying the prospect Frightens me.

Must the pretense of My behavior generating from...

Paternal concern Be abandoned so quickly?

If you acknowledge what else It generates from,

I'll not abandon The idea at all.

From my debts, Of course.

You said they'd been Entirely satisfied.

They had, entirely. Those debts.

These are debts You hadn't admitted?

No, these are debts I incurred subsequently.

We might call them the children Of the debts that I admitted to.

Generating from the interest On the previous debts?

Alma...

Watching you struggle With what is beneath

Your spirit to understand Is always painful for me.

After you got me out of debt, I got myself back in.

Having volunteered A promise you had...

Wept and volunteered?

Conceive my own Disappointment.

- oh, daddy. - ( sighs )

47,000, button.

47,000?

Has scale, doesn't it?

Certainly, there's something To that. ( chuckles )