Deadwood

Drunk: I am not the fine man

you take me for.

No no.

I come in April

to sell a string of horses,

and try my luck in the streams.

What I got for the stock,

I lost at the wheel,

and the flake I washed up,

I drank the fuck away.

I don't know as I'll get home at all.

I sold my boots.

I owe $9 to a whore.

- (bone cracks) - (dog barking distantly)

It looks like he fell off the platform.

Dan Dority: It's just a broke neck hoople, Al.

That he posed us no threat was a judgment

you come to even as you fuckin' snored.

Dan: Turns on watch, Johnny,

until this goddamn Hearst business settles out.

And not that we lack options

like the sleep from which none awaken.

Al Swearengen: Would you close your flap,

that I don't forego my boiled eggs?

(carriages approach in the distance)

Do you believe the speeches will be delivered tonight?

The speeches... the elections are hostage

to the business of the camp,

which is... bloody.

Murderous.

And, you know...

I don't like this tea.

Too cool?

It's too weak.

I do not make weak tea.

I oughtn't to tease.

I like mine unusually strong.

You might have said, Seth.

It's an easy thing to fix.

- You're right. - I'm not a mind reader.

- I've said it now. - My goodness.

How am I?

I could wish your symptoms further remitted.

I find your answer vague.

Doctor, has your medicine...

dulled my faculties

or do you wish to cloud your meaning?

You don't do as well as I'd hoped.

Am I now losing my baby?

My opinion is... you will.

And your symptoms make it prudent to intervene.

You're pained at the stomach.

I'd... I'd laid that

to-to your medicine slowing my digestion.

The spasm in the muscles of your belly

doesn't owe to slowed digestion.

And while you are bleeding less,

that you bleed at all with pain at the abdomen

argues against further delay.

Have I time to see to certain arrangements?

May I begin to see to mine?

I should be back in about...

an hour and a half's time.

Put your school things together, little one.

If we know Hearst is coming, boss,

why the fuck don't we strike first?

From the moment we leave the forest, Dan,

it's all a giving up and adjusting.

I'd cross the thoroughfare to slit that cocksucker's throat.

Al: We forgo the rock for the dagger,

learn distraction's use and deceptions

before the dagger is employed...

spirits, women,

games of chance.

I'm older, and I'm much less friendly to fuckin' change.

Change ain't lookin' for friends.

Change calls the tune we dance to.

Al: Where are you going?

Whiskey, captain?

Morning, Miss sunshine.

Morning, Cy.

What can you tell a man at the margin of things,

reason for these canceled speeches?

I don't know why they was canceled.

You seem a little sour.

Don't think lying here these weeks,

I ain't had my dark moments.

Thank God I took this book up again.

If it really brings you peace, then I'm glad.

Hell, yes, it brings me peace.

Do you doubt that?

I try to believe.

You want to read some with me, honey?

"Same as you want to find a different way,

then why couldn't Cy?"

Getting gut-stabbed by a minister of God

will bring you to examine your path.

But I don't.

I had a gun to my ear at Shaunessy's yesterday.

What the hell were you doing at Shaunessy's?

Staying away from here.

You listen to me, young lady.

What brings a gun to the temple

is lack of gainful occupation

and of being useful to others!

I don't see you try to kill yourself here.

All you do here is good

for the girls, and me too.

I don't want to run women no more.

And that's turning from your gift...

and your training!

When you speak,

I feel like it's the devil talking.

Ain't that a lovely thing to hear yourself accused of?

Con Stapleton: Excuse me, Mr. T, but fucking Lila's in extremis.

Jesus Christ!

Ought I get the Doc?

Leon seems over his head.

She'll see to it.

Yeah.

Try to stay afloat from the fuckin' sickbed,

have to listen to something like that.

Get the fuck inside, Leon,

before I take out my gun and kill you!

Leon: Joanie, this ain't the way it looks.

- Get inside or get shot! - Well, hold her up then!

Got a long fuckin' way to fall down.

Let me die, Joanie.

Start walking, you lousy whore.

Start walking.

Slept inside, in case you wasn't aware.

Miss Stubbs' request.

Thought she'd try someone competent keeping watch.

She's off to the Bella Union.

I can't worry about her right now.

Can you just help me lug in the fucking water?

I'm, for the day, off the bottle,

and about to bathe.

Camp get up a petition?

I can sniff this all you want, boss,

but I... I ain't got one fuckin' scintilla

of an idea what these marks mean.

What if that's the door of our joint?

That would make...

this line...

the bar.

Al: What would that make the Xs?

Murderers?

See to your task with the Jew.

A few fuckin' things history proves:

you sit still,

you fuckin' memorize, you repeat back

what you fuckin' learn,

or, choosing otherwise,

you display your knuckles

to be struck fuckin' bloody on the fuckin' desk!

That how you gonna

start your talk to the children?

Shut the fuck up, Mose!

And don't tease me at a crucial fuckin' hour.

Can I... listen?

From outside,

at your post near the shitter.

Could you have been born, Richardson,

and not egg-hatched as I've always assumed?

Did your mother hover over you,

snaggle-toothed and doting,

as you now hover over me?

I loved my mother.

Puberty may bring you to understand

what we take for mother love

is really murderous hatred

and a desire for revenge.

Will you give your speech to be mayor tonight?

Whatever night I give it,

count on me not to mince words.

"Electors of the camp,

"as to who should serve as mayor,

"reasonable men may differ.

"But as to who should be sheriff...

"we all ought to speak with one voice.

"And our words should be,

"'Turn out the maniac Bullock,

"'who set upon the mayor unprovoked,

"who beat him with merciless protraction.'

"Bullock should be murdered!

"We should rise up and murder Bullock!

Thank you very much."

My father didn't liked me.

I'd like to use your ointment

to suffocate you.

May the little one walk with you?

Is that alright?

Of course.