Deadwood

Fixin' toward a bloody outcome, boss.

Absenting myself don't change your fuckin' instructions.

Parp.

Parp. Parp.

Parp.

Parp.

- Slainte. - Slainte.

Parp.

Parp. Parp.

Parp.

Whoop goggle.

Whoop goggle, boop boop.

Parp.

Hey!

Hey!

- Get the fuck out! - He come at me with his foreign gibberish.

You get the fuck out while I let you get the fuck out.

You too! You get out that way.

Leave him be or you'll be riding the goddamn sled with him.

Get out!

Parp...

Either of you cocksuckers want to talk funny at me?

Good day, sir.

Good day.

Wu's out of camp.

Store him in our corner of the ice house.

- Will you look this over? - Certainly.

Words doing the wrong jobs,

piling on too heavy or at odds over meaning...

I'll mark my suggestions.

Nothing showy is the main thing.

I understand.

Shall I gather my school supplies?

I'm much obliged.

That's better, isn't it?

Mm.

Over here?

I will apologize, Mr. Ellsworth, for what I am about to ask.

She wants to try it on the ceiling.

A coverlet, dark red, is packed with the linens in the gray leather trunk.

Back at the hotel.

It's near time in any case to take Sofia to school.

The settee is best sited

with its spread upon it would be your mother's idea.

Mr. Ellsworth will help you gather your things,

- darling, for school. - Young lady.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

Will I bring you back a sandwich or a glass of milk?

Just the coverlet, thank you.

I'd sooner be hanging from those hustings

than stand on 'em giving a speech.

Nuttall's bartender's no hand at it either.

We both may get pelted with refuse.

- Morning. - Good morning, Sofia.

Good morning.

We will we bake bread again today?

- Is it your vote we should? - Yes.

And Mr. Bullock for sheriff and Mr. Star for mayor.

And I will put the bread in to bake.

If I'm to believe what I read, you're heavily scheduled today.

- Yes. - As to your meetin' with Hearst,

if the chance comes up natural,

stomp on the cocksucker's foot.

- Morning. - Yes, ma'am.

Off to the Bella Union like the moth to the fucking flame.

Miss Stubbs didn't name her destination.

I'm telling you where she's going.

And why don't you look for honest work?

Miss Stubbs holds what I'm doing for honest.

She no more needs a watchman

than she does a fucking balloonist.

And why should the young of this camp have to scurry past

your man-toad figure to receive an education?

The time they come for schoolin',

I'm in back and out of sight.

Exposin' them to being terrified only when they use the privy.

Go get your load on, Jane.

Do not instruct me how to spend my day...

or to itemize for you

my crowded itinerary...

you tub of blubber and guts.

I've got 10 minutes yet to be out front.

Might I give over the little one to you here?

Of course.

When next we meet, young lady,

I will be on the eye for warm bread.

Wants a coverlet from storage... Mrs. Ellsworth...

to consider atop the daybed.

Framing of a dream.

He's saying that to you, Seth.

Mr. Ellsworth,

no doubt on some menial domestic errand.

Sheriff!

Forgive my raucous tone.

- Mr. Swearengen. - May we have a word?

Once I've see 'em to school, I meet Hearst.

Very much what I'd have us speak of.

Can we plant beets again today?

Yes.

"Thank you... thank you for the introduction, Sheriff."

- Sheriff. - Morning, Charlie.

- Morning. Mrs. Bullock. - Good morning, Mr. Utter.

Morning there, little one, in your lovely go-to-school outfit.

Good morning.

Did the evening pass in quiet?

The morning got a little busy.

Cornishman killed in The Gem.

His buddies come babbling to our office.

Dority kill him?

The complainants can't speak right

so I had to have them play act.

- But I'm guessing no. - They up in the office still?

Down in Hearst's shafts.

We'll say goodbye.

- Goodbye. Goodbye, Sofia. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye there, little one. - Goodbye.

Thank you.

Hi, Dorothy. Good morning, James.

Nice thing, ain't it?

The children?

Will you attend the evening speeches, Richardson?

- If you let me. - Of course I will.

How else are you to vote with intelligence?

I intend no lengthy remarks.

My tenure as mayor speaks for me.

Will they have the Jew merchant instead?

Well, let them then and welcome.

I caught you, Richardson, stuffin' spit backs in your vile maw.

"Let tomorrow's omelets go empty."

Is that your fuckin' attitude?

- You hurted me. - Shh!

Wash and stack, shit monkey, or ready yourself for worse.

- Congratulations, sir. - Congratulations.

Florence Nightingale.

Florence Nightingale is a nurse.

I know that, you ignorant cocksucker.

Joanie Stubbs is a cocksucker.

I know that, you ignorant fuck.

Don't be sweatin' all over the gentleman's money.

1500.

And thank you for that rasher of shit.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil,

for Thine is the kingdom

and the power and the glory, forever and ever.

Amen.

- Morning, Tess. - Morning, Joanie.

Git.

- I can take him that. - I got it.

How's Cy?

I don't know yet, Tess.

It's none of your business anyway.

You're only business is how you start the fucking day.

- I'm clean. - Before you go to sleep,

how are you supposed to start?

- I said I'm clean. - You answer my goddamn question.

- My snatch is clean. - Is the rest of your body clean?

- Yes. - What's next?

The room where I receive, and that's fucking clean.

- What's next after that? - God damn you, Joanie.

What's next, Lila, if you ain't too fucking high?

- Our room where we rest. - Which don't it fuckin' stink in here?

It does, Lila, like a hogwhore's cunt.

And I ain't loaded not to smell it. Whyn't you go, girl?

Why don't you get to the muck where you're fuckin' headed anyway?

Go on. Git.

- What are you doin', sitting back there? - Oh, please let me stay.

When I'm back tonight you better all be sweet for me to fuck.

Or have your damn bags packed, 'cause I'll throw every one of you out.

Move, Tess, move.

You know she's going to let her stay.

Come on in, honey.

How are you?

I'm all right.

Was the doc by?

Brightened my early mornin'.

Another day on the right side of the ledger far as pus.

- How's the action outside? - It's quiet.

Either clown upright to tell you what the action was?

I didn't ask.

I guess you'd stopped in on the whores.

You might have mistook, Cy, pickin' Tess over Lila to see to 'em.

- Lila's on the needle. - Tess ain't pickin' up the bit.

Maybe she's unsure of her place, you in and out of our lives.

Well, fresh water.

You're not leaving yet, are you?

Right here, Cy, on the side table.

Act like a fucking baby, don't I?

"Oh, don't go."

- Where's my good book, honey? - It's just next to you, in the bedfold.

I've been scooping out rain gutters for a month.

My fingers are bloody with sandin'.

You do recall you're only the transactions beard?

A sorry run at the tables;

you can't support the loan he made you.

Well, what if he don't foreclose?

Oh, you beg him to buy you out. You may harm yourself.