Deadwood (2004–2006): Season 1, Episode 5 - The Trial of Jack McCall - full transcript

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Man: Tuft off
the recently decapitated Indian...

25¢.

Authentic heathen hair tufts.

Head brought to camp same day

as Wild Bill Hickok was killed.

25¢ a tuft.

Or five tufts for $1.

25¢ a tuft?

25¢ a tuft!

Don't miss your chance
at a fine souvenir, boys,



authentic heathen hair tufts.

Send them east
to friends and family.

And if you was to say in your letter

with the tufts inside it,

it was you that cut
the cocksucker's head off,

who'd be there to gainsay it?

AW:
Anyone may join the juror's line.

Only those admitted to the bar

may join the line of candidates

for officers of the court.

Jurors will be drawn
from the hat on my right.

Officers of the court,
in the box on my left.

I have no say in either outcome,

so please don't try to bribe me.



- Newspaper fella seems a good sort.
- He's all right.

How far into the process
you think he'll stay involved?

Till them shysters take over.

I don't know what's
become of the woman

who was Mr. Hickok's friend.

Probably drunk over his murder.

Yes, well, there's a child
to be considered.

And she couldn't be doing better.

Despite her situation.

I don't see your medicine.

No, I broke the bottle.

All right.

- No!
- I don't know as this is the time

for you to stop taking
this laudanum, Mrs. Garret.

Oh, what a pleasant
surprise, Doctor,

to hear you admit the limits
of your knowledge.

Have you made any travel plans?

Before his murder,
Mr. Hickok arranged

with a Mr. Bullock
to look after my affairs here.

That's good. That'll...

that'll free you up to leave.

25¢, 25¢ a tuft!

Hair from a heathen
dead less than one day.

25¢, 25¢ a tuft!

These are good boots
you people sold me.

Glad you're satisfied.

Hair from a heathen
dead less than one day!

Cut that shit out!

No law against me
selling these, mister.

No law either against me
breaking your fucking jaw

if you don't quit it!

Put him out here like
a goddamned circus freak!

Whoa, I'm not making
a penny from this.

People just wanted
to pay their respects.

Well, I had him here
around the side,

but they knocked
the damn tent over.

Man has a powerful temper.

That hardware cocksucker's
been an ongoing pain in my balls

since him and his partner showed up.

Where do you suppose
that heathen's head got to

- them tufts of hair came off of, Al?
- Yeah, I don't know.

Didn't some Mexican bring
the head in for bounty?

If it's important to you, I'll look
it up in my yesterday's diary.

Couldn't matter less.

As far as the trial itself,

I got no problem acting as host,

loss of revenues not withstanding.

Well, I'm happy to have it at my joint,

but being you're senior
in the community,

it'd seem somehow... out of place.

Anyways, we'll have it here.

But just let me say
this once in your hearing:

for out-right stupidity,

the whole fucking trial concept
goes shoulder to shoulder

with that cocksucker Custer's thinking
when he headed for that ridge.

It's got its disadvantages.

We're illegal.

Our whole goal is to get
annexed to the United fucking States.

We start holding trials,
what's to keep the United States

fucking Congress from saying,
"Oh excuse us, we didn't realize

you were a sovereign community
and nation out there.

Where's your cocksucker's flag?
Where's your fucking navy or the like?

Maybe when we make
our treaty with the Sioux,

we should treat you people like
renegade Indians, deny your fucking gold

and property claims and hand everything over
instead to our ne'er-do-well

- cousins and brother's-in-law"?
- That we don't want.

But, if we're gonna
have the fucking thing,

might as well have it in my joint, huh?

Tom Smith of Lead!

Juror number seven!

- How's business?
- Hot and cold.

Struggling to get our
craps concept off the ground.

That's the way with any new idea.

- Takes the hoople-heads time to adjust.
- Samuel Smith.

Sometimes I wish we could
just hit 'em over the head,

rob 'em and throw
their bodies in the creek.

But that would be wrong.

Jay Johnson, Spearfish.

Juror number 10!

- Mr. Bullock?
- Doc?

I just seen Mrs. Garret.

I've got a proxy for her to sign.

You oughtta go ahead
and get that done so she can

go ahead and leave camp.

Anything else on your schedule
I'm behind on?

No, sir.

I will now draw from
the lawyers' business cards

in the box

the presiding magistrate,

prosecutor
and counsel for the defense.

After that part's over,

and not pre-judging
the evidence...

why don't we try
the cocksucker at my place?

Cy: Second.

AW:
Officers of the court, magistrate...

There's a cripple who'd do,

if I could pry her
from Mr. Swearengen.

How much money would
loosen his grip?

More likely Al would bridle
at breaking his routine.

He likes to berate
the gimp mornings.

I cannot see to this child.

She needs someone less distracted.

I wish to see you
extricated from all these

complications and difficulties,

Mrs. Garret,
as much as you do yourself.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Farnum.

And in that regard, wonder if you've

decided on my bid for your claim yet?

- Are you Mr. Bullock?
- Yes.

I'm Alma Garret.

How do you do?

Ah, please excuse me.

I'm spread so thin
with my cook out.

I've got this for you to sign.

Have you a pen
at the desk, Mr. Farnum?

Certainly.

Several days ago I watched you

and Wild Bill Hickok
support each other

in a gunfight from
the window in my room.

Later, when Mr. Hickok

spoke so highly, Mr. Bullock, I--

I imagined it was you.

Mr. Bullock has authority
to act in my behalf

- on all matters relating to the claim.
- I see.

In case you couldn't,
I thought I'd tell you.

Wonderful.
One load off your back.

Let me see about
getting you that cripple.

Is he dead or alive?

He's sick.

And we ain't no hospital!

Number eight's relocating.

Bundle him up, put some
of Leon's remedy down him

and take him to the hills.

Can someone else do it,
Mr. Tolliver?

Sure they can.

Shall I get someone else
to take him?

No, I'll do it.

And burn the blanket afterwards.

Thanks, Bart.

Some do get well, Cy.

His chances will improve outdoors--
the bracing air.

What are you moving the tables for?

You said you wanted
the jury right here.

Can't they sit at separate tables?

Do you want the tables
together, or not?

I don't want anything done
that can't be undone

five minutes after
this fiasco concludes.

Clean somewhere
where I can't see you.

Go on, get fucking!

Complications with the widow, Al.

She's give her proxy
to that hardware fella.

Hickok breaks my balls
from the afterlife.

You feel, before he was murdered,

Hickok enlisted Bullock
in the widow's cause?

Advance the subject
or pick up a broom.

Signing a proxy don't mean
the widow can't do a deal.

- It just includes Bullock in.
- If the widow trusts her own judgment,

she don't let Hickok bring
the hardware cocksucker into it.

She's trying to get off the dope.

Maybe loaded
she'd get her self-confidence back.

Let me camp beneath
her window and suggest that.

Hickok's half-woman friend's
off somewheres on a tear.

The orphan squarehead's
in the widow's care.

The widow feels put upon.
She's asked me to find her some help.

I suggested the gimp.

No!

So as not to put
a whore up first off.

Now I will propose Trixie.

As a get acquainted gift,

she could bring the widow
a good-sized ball of dope.

Yes.

Well thought through, EB.

Tell the widow
you have a candidate.

I have to go look to my roast.

My cook's on the queue
to see Hickok's remains.

Then he'll probably
sneak here for the trial.

Oops.

Seth: Reverend.

Uh, sir.

Sir, who stands for Mr. Hickok?

- What do you mean?
- Mr. Utter has gone to Cheyenne

and I don't find
Mr. Hickok's woman friend.

Mr. Nuttall commissioned the coffin,
but wishes not to participate further.

Now I need guidance
in certain matters,

but I don't know
who stands for him.

What are you trying to find out?

For example, I thought
"How Firm a Foundation"?

For the hymn.

Sounds a good choice.

- Do you think so?
- Yes, I do.

Might something else
be more appropriate?

- I don't know, Reverend.
- I think "How Firm a Foundation"

for the hymn, and from the gospel

- 1 Corinthians 12.
- All right.

"If the foot shall say
because I am not the hand,

I'm not of the body, is it
therefore not of the body?

And if the ear shall say
because I'm not the eye

I'm not of the body,
is it therefore not?

Now hath God set the members,
everyone of them,

in the body as it
hath pleased him."

That is a good choice, Reverend.

12 and 13, I think.

Are we open for business?

(squealing)

- Hey, I know you.
- I know you too.

After bumrushin' me outta
your fine hardware establishment,

you didn't see this comin', did you?

- I halfway did, you droop-eyed cocksucker.
- I was born droop-eyed, all right?

And who do you blame
for the rest of the fucking mess?

Let me ask you this, cocksucker,

you think they know me
in New York City by now?

- (groans)
- If you wasn't tied up I would kill ya!

Ow, what are you cryin' for?

- What?
- I'm askin' what you're cryin' for?

Did you love Hickok so much?

Was you sweethearts?

Did he stick his dick up your ass?

(groaning)

Man: Hey hey!

I'm this man's counsel.

(gasping)

They will pin a rose on you.

Boy, I'd shake your hand,

but I'm trussed up
like a Christmas pig.

I would say you're better situated
than your companions.

Well, I'm a hard case
for you, counselor.

And no mistake,

everyone in there
saw me shoot him.

If you'll let me set our strategy,

I don't think we'll
dispute what people saw.

Then I guess you're here
to break me out.

(chuckling)

Son, did James Butler Hickok

ever kill a relative of yours?

James Butler Hickok?

Wild Bill Hickok.

Did he ever kill a brother
of yours or the like?

- A brother?
- I'm asking you

if what happened in that saloon

was vengeance for the death
of a family member.

Possibly a brother in Abilene,

or the like.

A brother in Abilene.

(Jack chuckles)

Andy: Oh, Christ.

Oh, Jesus.

- (raspy breathing)
- You all right?

(wheezing)

Look, I'm sorry as hell
about all this.

I'm sorry as hell.

I'm not gonna burn the fucking blanket.
Fuck Cy!

Look, this is not my fucking fault.

It's not my fault.

Oh, Christ.

Oh, God take me!

What do you look at out there?

Whatever I can see.

Clean up.

Am I on jury duty?

Put on a decent enough dress
to help a widow with a kid.

What widow in camp has a kid?

The widow is the New York
dude's widow.

The kid is the orphan squarehead.

I didn't know she was caring
for that child now.

Does it change what
fucking dress you wear?

No.

Widow's a dope fiend.

She's been drinking it.

Help her expand her horizons.

I see no guard outside of room eight.

Yeah, room eight left.

Borne by angels?

You don't have that man
to worry about anymore.

You or me either. Just...

put the man in room eight
from your mind.

Sir, I have no vaccine

for the sickness the man
in room eight didn't have.

The closest place that does,
to my knowledge, is Fort Kearney.

If you want to remedy

the epidemic that you have
no reason to believe will break out,

I would send somebody
there right away.

Heard you loud and clear, Doctor.

- Will you send someone, Mr. Tolliver?
- If I do, you'll be the first to know.

If you don't, and I have to,

that will be known to every
damn person in this camp!

Joey?

You ever had Nebraska pussy?

Not to my knowledge, Mr. Tolliver.

Eddie Sawyer, get in here!

True or not, Eddie,

when a man wets his end
in Nebraska pussy

his life is changed forever.

Speaking only for myself,

I still mark the anniversary.

Well, point me in the right direction.

(laughs)
You hear that, Eddie?

Boy's got a healthy attitude.

(chuckling)

Yes, sir?

Come here.

Get this outta here.

Get rid of it?

Did you hear me announce
the other night

that I'd pay a $50 bounty
for every fucking Indian head?

- I was right next to you, Al.
- That's the first head.

Some chili chomper's out there
somewhere right now spending my $50.

You get rid of that head,
or you'd better know

of another place with
a position open for an idiot.

All right.

Got a couple places
I can keep it, I guess.

Yeah, till after the trial.

Well, what do you do with it then?

Put it somewhere in the bar?

It's a nice conversation piece.

I mean if it's handled the right way.

You have been tested,
Al Swearengen,

and your deepest purposes proved.

There's gold on the woman's claim.

You might as well have
shouted it from the rooftops.

"That's why I'm jumping
through hoops to get it back.

Thorough as I fleeced
the fool she married,

I will fleece his widow too,

using loyal associates like

Eustace Bailey Farnum
as my go-betweens and dupes.

To explain why I want her bought out

I will make a pretext of
my fear of the Pinkertons.

I will throw Farnum a token fee.

Why should I reward EB

with some small fractional

participation in the claim?

Or let him even lay by a little security

and source of continuing income
for his declining years?

What's he ever done for me?

Except let me terrify him

every goddamned day of his life

till the idea of bowel regularity

is a forlorn fucking hope.

Not to mention ordering
a man killed in one of EB's rooms,

so every fucking
free moment of his life

EB has to spend

scrubbing the bloodstains

off the goddamned floor!

To keep from...

having to lower his rates."

God damn that motherfucker!

- (gavel hammering)
- Rules of the court:

no nonsense;

prosecution will open;

the defense will respond;

the jury will be charged
and deliberate.

Go ahead.

We shoulder a great weight
here today.

Now we're many of us miners,

but this is no claim dispute.

- Christmas.
- Hmm?

We'll be here till
fucking Christmas.

Yesterday,

a man of reputation
was killed in this camp.

Now the killer had no reputation.

But the circumstances
speak badly enough

about his character that,

in time to come, he may get one.

Now we all know that

even though the killer is a coward,

not all killings are murders.

You jurors have to decide
if this killing was.

And your decision
will come to this:

either a man giving you a dollar

for breakfast is provocation
beyond endurance,

or Jack McCall
shooting Wild Bill Hickok

was murder, pure and simple.

Picked up his pace towards the end.

Go ahead.

Sir.

Why'd you kill Hickok, Mr. McCall?

He murdered
my brother in Kansas.

Murdered your brother in Kansas.

Thank you, son.

Hmm.

Don't count your fucking chickens.

Go ahead.

When did Hickok murder
your brother, Mr. McCall?

In Kansas, Abilene.

Are you still drunk?

- (men laughing)
- I said when.

I don't recall the exact year.

When they was both in Abilene.

- Lawyer: And you were present?
- Not at shooting, no.

But you were in Abilene at the time
that this happened?

Not when the shooting
happened, no.

Tell that judge I want to see him.

- Were you ever in Abilene?
- Yes.

Well, do you often play cards, McCall,

for three days with a man
who murdered your brother

before, in passion's white heat,

you take your revenge?

No, it wasn't white heat.

I had to find my chance.

If that's it, I'm calling a break for nature
and we'll finish later.

Do you even have
a brother, Mr. McCall?

Yeah, and Hickok killed him.

Break for nature.

(chatter)

Sir? Sir?

The bullet that killed Hickok
is in my wrist.

- Any chance I could testify?
- McCall already admitted he killed Hickok.

Years to come when
I'm giving talks or the like,

I'd appreciate it
if I'd be on the record.

There's $50 in it for you.
I'd be telling the truth, sir!

(knock at door)

Trixie:
Mrs. Garret?

It's okay.

(knocking continues)

Who is it?

I'm sent to help you
with the little one.

I'm Trixie.

Thank you for coming
at such short notice, Trixie.

Ain't you pretty?

I'm sorry about
your husband, ma'am.

It's good of you to care for the child.

I was under the impression
you were hurt.

Ma'am?

Mr. Farnum said you had

some sort of physical liability?

I'm not her.
She's lovely though-- Jewel.

May I wash her?
Give her a nice bath?

Of course.

All right, little one.

She doesn't speak English.

I'm Trixie.

Trixie.

You want a blowjob
while I talk to you?

No.

I wasn't offering it personally.

Make your point.

My point is...

before a guilty verdict would get
executed on that cocksucker,

three men would
walk in that meat locker

where he's being held with bags over
their heads and cut his fucking throat.

Within half an hour
that Celestial's little pigs will be

on their backs with their hooves
in the air belching up human remains.

Are you saying you'd
order that to be done?

I'm saying I had a vision

it would happen.

My second of the day.
First come when I was watching you

and them lawyers
on line this morning.

They began to slither
in my sight like vipers.

So as not to puke
I had to close my eyes.

The vision went on.

Got worse.

I saw the vipers in the big nest
in Washington.

They were taking us in the camp

for acting like we could set
our own laws up or organizations.

And then I saw the big vipers
decide to strangle

and swallow us up and every
fucking thing we gain here.

It was horrible.

How could we fucking avoid it?

How could we let the vipers
in the big nest know

that we didn't wanna cause
any fucking trouble?

And that's when you
had your second vision?

Yeah, the cutthroats and the pigs.

But who wants all that
blood spilled, Judge?

Isn’t there a simpler way

of not pissing off the big vipers?

I want to get back to the trial.

Go ahead.

(door opens, closes)

How do you suppose
the trial's going?

- I don't know.
- Should've took him into the territory.

Hang 'em here, they'll be
opening a can a worms.

Guess it's all a can a worms.

Now you're talking.

Will you help me with the body?

(chattering)

Good talk?

We'll see.

Mm.

You see that one?

Him, that one there
in the middle.

- The curly hair?
- Yeah yeah.

Told me the other night
how bad Hickok needed killing.

Yeah.

Said Hickok insulted him
in the street.

Hope he's got
a forceful personality.

We're back in session.

This camp is part of no territory,
state or nation.

Stars and stripes
may fly here soon,

but that day is not here yet.

You of the jury therefore
are without the law

upon which to decide this case.

How then are you to decide it?

You must rely on common custom.

That McCall killed Hickok
is not in dispute.

He says he was taking revenge
that Hickok murdered his brother.

If you believe what
he says to be true

custom dictates
that you excuse him.

The jury will now retire
to the whores' rooms

and begin their deliberations.

- Suppose Ellsworth's with us?
- Oh yeah, four square.

Open the bar.

Get the girls fucking
till the jury comes back.

The downstairs rooms is occupied.

Upstairs ain't.

True.

Andy:
Strike me dead.

I apologize.

Please, I hurt so much now.

You're one sick fucking customer.

I apologize.

Don't apologize to me.

I don't even fucking know ya!

You want a drink of whiskey?

And no lippin' the bottle,
but I got a pretty steady pouring hand.

I apologize.

Accepted. Open your yap!

Hey!

Open up!

More for me anyhow.

I apologize.

Hey.

My best friend died--

the man I had my best friend-feeling
about in the world.

Took you as he found you,

thought the best of you.

Sweet to me!

I apologize.

Maybe you would
rather have some water?

I will go get some
from the creek.

But if you don't stop 'pologizing,

I'm not gonna give you
a goddamn drop.

All right, mister?!

I'm coming back with some water.

I apologize.

Shut the fuck up!

Look how pretty you are.

Pretty girl.

Are you poorly?

- Crampy?
- Yes.

Does laudanum help?

It used to.

It doesn't anymore.

Are you afraid?

Yes.

I was awful afraid
when I was stopping.

First I was afraid
I was gonna die.

And then I was afraid I wouldn't.

And then one day I woke up...

free.

I don't know why
I didn't think to put her

in one of my camisoles.

No, but you look how
pretty she looks in it.

Look at her.

May I confide?

Certainly.

I've never been laid in Nebraska.

We all of us sometimes embellish.

I feel unburdened.

Happy to help.

What did you send him to get?

If I haven't said yet, Eddie,

you think asking's
gonna make me?

Look at the lady.

It's quiet, I thought
I would see Hickok buried.

Sure.

Sure, what?

Sure, Joanie, go ahead.

Or was your point
you weren't asking permission?

Conscience struck,

needs to sing a hymn.

She liked Andy.

I did too.

- (knocking)
- Doc?

I'm in the back!

Well, I won't trouble nothing.

- Hi, Doc.
- What is it?

A couple years ago
I took powders

against some awful cramping.

- I wish I knew what was in 'em.
- That'd be helpful.

Brownish like.

I put 'em in my tea.

Well, if it's the monthly's,
I generally prescribe

a day or two of laudanum
against the cramps.

Coming off the laudanum's
what had me crampy.

Then you used it
for more than a few days.

Little longer, yeah.

Between 12 and...

however old I was three years ago.

Have you taken it back up again?

It's the rich woman wants to stop.

- The widow.
- And what's that to you?

Or to you why I'd be interested?

I won't swear

this is your sovereign remedy.

But the color will be right.

And it should
give her some relief.

Thanks, Doc.

It's a little enough
to do with what's coming.

What would that be?

And what would that be to you?

(laughing)

Finish your business.

The jury's coming back.

Hurry it up!

What's the verdict?

Innocent.

Judge:
Thank you.

The defendant is free.

Don't ever knock this camp to me.

(laughing)

Good luck, son.

Man:
I need a drink.

Reverend:
Mr. Hickok will lie beside two brothers.

One he likely killed,
the other he killed

for certain and he's been
killed now in turn.

So much blood.

And on the battlefields
of the brothers' war,

I saw more blood than this.

And asked then after the purpose.
And did not know.

And don't know the purpose now.

But know now to testify
that not knowing,

I believe.

Saint Paul tells us by one's spirit

are we all baptized into one body,

whether we be Jew or gentile,
bond or free.

And have all been made
to drink into one spirit.

For the body is not one member,
but many.

He tells us, "The eye
cannot say unto the hand,

'I have no need of thee.'

Nor again,
the head to the feet,

'I have no need of thee.'

They much more
those members of the body

which seem to be more feeble.

And those members of the body

which we think of as less honorable,

all are necessary."

He says that there should
be no schism in the body,

but that the members should have
the same care, one to another.

And where the one member suffer,

all the members suffer with it.

I believe in God's purpose,

not knowing it.

I ask Him, moving in me,

to allow me to see His will.

I ask Him,

moving in others,

to allow them to see it.

Let us sing
"How Firm a Foundation"

as Mr. Hickok is laid to rest.

All:
♪ When through ♪

♪ Fiery trials ♪

♪ Thy pathways shall lie ♪

♪ My grace ♪

♪ All sufficient ♪

♪ Shall be thy supply ♪

♪ The flame ♪

♪ Shall not hurt thee ♪

♪ I only design... ♪

They turned him loose.

- McCall?
- They turned him loose.

♪ And thy gold to refine. ♪

(sneezing)

(chatting)

- Can we get started?
- He's near done.

Oh, you can tell?

Can you believe
they let the son of a bitch go?

Yeah, I guess I can.
Here he comes.

Oh, thank you for waiting.

You've been so kind
to me, a stranger.

Many of us have asked,
being broken, how are we to live?

You took me into
the body of the camp.

I'm from Etobicoke, Ontario.

I'm from Vienna, Austria.

May I ask, Mr. Bullock,

what you feel now may be your part?

Can't say I know
what you're talking about.

I would not impose,
it's been given me to ask.

Okay then, you did what
you've been given to do.

The camp was lucky
you were here today.

No, I'm a frail and feeble vessel,

but none of us can deny our parts--

Can we finish
the goddamned walk in quiet?

Certainly, sir.

(softly)
Sorry, Reverend.

Can I have your autograph, please?

There you go, that's for you.

Should it ever be your misfortune,

gentlemen, or mine

to need to kill a man,

then let us toast together

the possibility that our trials

be held in this camp.

Man:
Here here.

Al:
What's your name? It's Jack, ain't it?

Yes, sir. You buy me a drink,

I'll make my mark.

Stick around camp, Jack,

I'll make mine for you.

What in the hell's
that supposed to mean?

Means there's a horse for you
outside you want to get on before

somebody murders you who gives
a fuck about right and wrong, or I do.

It's the paint, Jack,

right outside my joint.

Run for your fucking life.

Jack McCall runs from no man.

Remember this when
you run your own place.

That type guy hanging round
gets people agitated.

Forces 'em to take a position,

one side or the other.

And agitation

brings a slight bump up
in whiskey sales.

But the sale of cunt plummets.

That's why I often
wonder if I should take

that fucking picture
of Lincoln down.

Come on.

Come on.

Jack:
Yah yah.

It's me, mister!

Back with water.

Are you dead?!

Yeah! There you are.

Choking and coughing
just like the rest of us.

Saw the widow's husband
in the creek.

'Less they're keeping
more than one body cool

for shipping back East.

Tethered, wrapped up,

and floating like a lure

for some huge fucking fish.

The widow's got the little one now.

I had her for a while,

but I ain't the type
she should be with long term.

Fucking drunk and so forth.

And when I was down at the creek,

I heard voices

and I went to where
they were singing.

And I saw 'em as they laid
my poor fucking Bill to rest.

(sobbing)

Now there's a bird
I ain't never seen before.

Shall I talk about it to you?

(groaning)

The man is a lunatic. High water,
he never made much sense.

But now he just utters
pure gibberish.

Did he look pale to you?

- What?
- Did he seem pale?

How the fuck do I know
if he was pale or not?

- He looked pale to me.
- What if he was?

Let's say he was,
will you shut up about it?

What is my part and your part?

What part of my part
is your part?

Is my foot your knee?

What about your ear?
What the fuck is that?

Yeah. I don't know.

What don't you know?

If he was pale or not?

What you're supposed to do.

I'm not supposed to do anything!

Let's agree to that.

Not one fucking thing
that I don't decide I'm gonna.

All right, Sol?

All right.

Suspenders.

God damn it!

If I kill the droop-eyed son of a bitch

and my part's getting hanged for it,

- good luck with the fucking store.
- All right.

I'll write to Martha
and see it posted.

- You look out after that widow.
- All right, Seth.

Can I impose on you
to pack a bag for me

to cut down on
the cocksucker's head start?

Be ready for you
when you ride out.

Thanks, Sol.

Did you get the praying
outta your system?

(humming "How Firm
a Foundation")

(guitar playing)

(laughing)

(horse whinnies)

Yah!

♪ God and man played
hide and go seek ♪

♪ God go, "Man, now,
man, don't you peek" ♪

♪ Man counted to 10 ♪

♪ And then looked around ♪

♪ But God was nowhere ♪

♪ Nowhere to be found ♪

♪ Ha ha ha, that's right ♪

♪ Now God is in you ♪

♪ And God is in me ♪

♪ And to love all of God ♪

♪ Is to love humanity ♪

♪ Ha ha ha,
I'm bigger than thee ♪

♪ Whoo, ha ha ha. ♪