Deadwood (2004–2006): Season 1, Episode 6 - Plague - full transcript

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(hawk cries)

(wind howling)

(arrow whistles)

(whinnying)

Whoa!

(groaning)

Ah!

(speaking Sioux)

(hooting)

(groaning)



(shouting)

(both groaning)

(grunting)

May I say, Dan,

ever since I resumed
drinking alcohol,

I cannot for the life of me

figure out why I ever gave it up?

- Takes the edge off the tough ones.
- Ooh.

Takes the edge off.
Well put.

And may I say, Dan,

that I often find you
the source of many

well put and witty things
that you say?

Thanks.

The Hickok murder,



exoneration
of the coward McCall,

stain on the escutcheon of the camp.

Doc, libation!

I wonder if he thought
I said "live patient"?

(gasping)

Couldn't get it up.

Give her a dollar to wait.

But he just keeps getting sicker.

Shut up!

Come talk to me after, Doc.

My back hurts so bad.

(gasping)

Will you keep a girl company?

I will, but I'm expensive.

(laughing)

Oh, I knew that looking at you.

I'm Joanie.

Ellsworth.

First visit to the Bella Union, Ellsworth?

Yes, ma'am.

My leisure time's usually
spent at The Gem.

What fills the rest of your time?

Well, ma'am, I've got myself
a working gold claim.

Well, sir, is that a damn fact?

Yes, ma'am,
a hell of a working gold claim.

And if we knew each other better,
I'd throw "fucking" in there somewhere.

If you did, I would try to catch it.

A working fucking gold claim, Joanie.

And thank you for allowing me
my full range of expression.

- Ellsworth.
- What?

Do you shoot craps?

No, I don't.

But I'm a lethally quick study.

Come on.

- Joey?
- I'm sick, boss.

I ain't right.

Keep your voice down.
Walk this way with me.

I would never have made Nebraska.
I got fever.

My back's hurt something awful.

All right, son,
lay up till you get better.

(coughs)

- Here's that list you give me.
- You hold it for a while.

Fella who could read said
one of the items was for the smallpox.

What are you doing showing
that list around, Joey?

When I got poorly by Buffalo Gap I wanted
to see if I could fill the list there.

That's a breach of goddamned trust!

Have I got smallpox, Mr. Tolliver?

How do I know?
Maybe you got yourself a dose.

No, I-I wouldn't. I'm virgin.

That's how come I jumped
when you told about Nebraska pussy.

Anyway, go lay up.

Eddie:
Joey didn't make Nebraska?

Come down with whatever
ailed Andy Cramed.

I wonder if Joey was
after a remedy for Andy?

Maybe without even knowing.

Ain't you clever, Eddie?

Was I being clever? I thought
I was worrying about the plague.

Why don't you concentrate on running
in the bones on Joanie's mark?

A welcome diversion.

Woman lives in your fucking hotel,

but you can't find pretext for pressing
the offer on her claim?

I can't out flank Trixie, Al.

The whore guards that widow
like a mother hen.

She's dosed her with opium
priming her for your approach.

- Be that as it may--
- EB, put that offer in your pocket.

- You knock on the widow's door.
- Trixie'll answer.

Trixie answers, you tell her
I want to talk to her.

Trixie leaves, you gain entry,
broach the sale.

Can you circumnavigate the child

- or must I map that for you too?
- (mumbles)

What?

- (knock at door)
- Nothing.

Come on in, Doc,
him and me are finished.

Don't play that shit where you
make me drag your words outta you.

Declare, or shut the fuck up!

I said something strange is
going on in that hotel room.

It's bad with that fella downstairs, Al.

Plague, is it?

Smallpox.

Would land in my joint.

Yours wasn't the first.

EB:
No deceit too prolonged.

No errand too demeaning.
Get outta here!

No rebuke too vile.

Al Swearengen's a cue
and Farnum merely his...

billiard ball.

Man:
Howdy.

- (mud squishes)
- Shit!

Quagmire of piss and bullshit!

What?

Al wants to see you, Trixie.

All right.

He wants you over there now.

I'll be there when I get there, EB.

How is Mrs. Garret anyway?

Hunky-dory.

(moaning)

My boss wants me.

I'll be back quick as I can.

This passes.

All right.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

Place your bets.

New shooter coming out!

The winner's seven.

What do you hear on that vaccine?

He's had a case
break out at his place.

Cy:
Let's go to the cage,

or shall the three of us
leap up on tables

- and shout questions across the room?
- What about the vaccine?

The boy never made Nebraska.

- He took sick.
- Where is he now?

- In the back here.
- How the fuck long has that been?

- You don't want to pursue that tone.
- You sat on news,

no one went after the medicine,
now I'm asking the duration.

And I'm saying questions
in that tone and pointing

your finger at me will get
you told to fuck yourself.

Show me the room
where the boy is.

Please, join us.

(cheers)

How long they been
playing this without me?

- What do you want?
- It's laundry day, madam.

- I've come to replace the linen.
- Leave it and go.

Are you ill?

Leave the room.

Of course.

(sighs)

(groaning)

- Breathe.
- (rasping)

We should chat this all out.

Sure.

Why don't we do something together,
us and several others?

Yeah, all right.

Lift up.

There we go.

All right, back down.

If I had that mug on me,
I believe I'd cut down on getting told

how butt-fucking-ugly I was

by not staring at fucking strangers.

Sorry-looking cabin
even in this shithole camp!

A passer-through has
a right to make inquiries.

A leave-taker hasn't.

(inhaling)

I carried that fucking child!

No, not in my belly, but

none of that fucking blood in me.

Fucking cocksucker!

It's Jane Canary calling
for Doc fucking Cochran!

You fucking in there?

I believe I'll fucking wait!

Trixie's upstairs.

EB's waiting for you
in the kitchen.

Quit drinking a few hours.
We're having a get-together.

Whom do you mean?

Buy some fucking fruit
or the like, huh?

I told you something strange
was going on.

Are you prepared now
to tell me what it is?

If that widow was high,
I am a monkey's uncle.

How much fruit?

And how many's
a fucking get-together?

Now one thing I can
tell you, Johnny...

right now ain't a good time to ask.

Hi, Al.

You toss the place?

I know what's in this room.

How's the widow?

You giving her that dope?

I give it to her regular.

And she takes it?

She goes behind where she dresses
to spare the child seeing.

When she goes behind where she dresses
to spare the child,

do you see billows
of dope smoke rising?

She says she eats it.

- Does she act high to you?
- I can't be sure.

I never seen a rich person
high before.

Next piece of dope, Trixie...

you go behind the screen
with the widow.

You watch her put it in her mouth,
you watch her swallow.

Afterwards, you look
down her fucking yap

and you verify she's got nothing

above or below her fucking tongue.

I'll find a good reason.

You being fucking clever with me?

How am I supposed to do that, Al,
and not arouse her suspicion?

Only suspicion you
gotta worry about is mine

of if you're giving it to her at all.

Why wouldn't I?

I'd rather try touching the moon
than take on a whore's thinking.

Only know this, Trixie,

that widow better be muddleheaded
next time Farnum sees her or you pay.

- Can I go back?
- Please.

Trixie and me chatted on the subject

- of the widow taking dope.
- I see.

- Trixie's gonna make sure she does.
- Good.

You find pretext to determine
Trixie ain't lying.

Oh.

(woman gasping)

Damsel in distress.

Will you want me back here
for the get-together?

How the fuck could we
do it without you, EB?

The truth isn't in you, Al.

That makes two of us.

Dolly was with that drummer.

'Fraid he give her plague.

Fucking plague!

♪ Row row row your boat ♪

♪ Gently down the steam ♪

♪ Merrily merrily
merrily merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

♪ Merrily merrily
merrily merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream. ♪

It's lovely.

Very lovely.

I need you to do
something for me.

And I know you can.

When Farnum's here,
so we can buy you time to get well,

you have to fake being high.

Girl:
♪ Row row row your boat ♪

- ♪ Gently down the steam... ♪
- You can do it, Alma.

Look at all the practice
you've had.

♪ Merrily merrily merrily,
life is but a dream... ♪

(shudders)

You better have a paying
dwarf underneath you!

Am I dying?

Turn off the fucking water
and tell me what you did.

- I know you didn't fuck him.
- No.

You suck his prick?

He didn't want to show it to me
till he had a hard-on.

That's what you call
a mistake of youth.

You mug it up with him?

- A little.
- French lock or normal?

Normal.

So any hoople-head who drank

from the same glass this guy did

would have as much right
to sit there weeping as you,

except I can't kick his ass
and send him out to work.

My mom died of it
when we was coming out.

And that's when
Daddy gave us up.

Well, that sad story
makes me believe

maybe you was exposed
and ain't a candidate for it no more.

Stick to hand jobs
a day or two if you like.

These sheets need cleaning.

I just provided new linens.

And now they got sick on 'em.

Take those to the Chinaman.

Show you want a clean exchange.

Say, "For Mr. Farnum, Wu.

Sheet for Farnum."

- Hello.
- Hello, Mr. Star.

- May I help with those sheets?
- I got 'em.

How is Mrs. Garret?

- Still not receiving.
- You do tell her I've asked to call?

On commission for Mr. Bullock.

How's business at your store?

Brisk.

Oh.

Jesus Christ!

Did you shit yourself?

I take it you've been
out on a hoot.

I've been drunk awhile, correct.
What the fuck is that to you?

Question was well meant,
like if you was

a farmer I would ask you
how the farming was going.

I did lose my fucking
best friend, you know?

I know.

Anyways, I ain't here
to teach you any fucking manners.

I was wondering about the child.

She's fine.

And what else?

And she's staying
with that widow,

and the whore from The Gem
is with her too.

What the fuck is a whore
doing with her?

The widow has health
problems of her own.

And Trixie's taking care of her.

Trixie being the fucking whore?

You have high standards
as applied to other people.

I ain't judging anyone.
I was seeking information!

Well, are you adequately informed?

Yes, I am, you cocksucker!

'Cause I am in the midst
of a situation.

Oh, smallpox?

What the fuck is that to you?

Fella in the woods I see
to say hello to has it.

Unless he caught it from a trout.

I figured some in the camp
could be down with it too.

What was he doing in the woods?

Someone threw him there.
Anyways, he's better now.

And how do you feel?

What's that supposed to mean?

- How do you feel?
- Why?

I take it that you're feeling well.

- Am I wrong?
- No, you're not fucking wrong!

That's all I wanted
to fucking know!

I will lay you out
as soon as look at you!

This is my point:

you been caring for a sick man

who doesn't seem
to have gotten you sick.

Aren't you a wise fucking owl?

Being as you have a gift for it,

and I'm gonna have
sick people up to my hips,

I was wondering if you might
wanna come back to camp.

My best friend died.

And he ain't coming back!

Now will you help me?

You can do your drinking
off work, like I do.

EB: Madam?

Yes?

How are you?

Better, Mr. Farnum.
Thank you.

I'm glad.

How are you?

Very well, thank you.

Excuse me.

- I brought more linens.
- Hmm.

I'd heard someone threw up.

(sighs)

Well, appears luck pinches out

at this game even
quicker than prospecting.

It can come back that quick too.

Never weaken,
same as at the creek.

You want to stop for a while,
Ellsworth? We can stop.

Ellsworth: What if my luck comes back?
Won't be here to reap the benefits.

Joanie:
Maybe it'll a wait for ya.

Of course too,

maybe it won't, right, Joanie?

Maybe you should stop for a while, honey.
You need to piss?

Excuse me.

Did I say that too polite, Cy?

Go head off now.

Cy:
Eddie, take over the game.

Push them bones my way, will ya?

Place your bets, gentlemen.
Place your bets.

All right, let's warm
the world back up now.

Eddie:
New shooter coming out.

Seven, the winner.
The winner is seven.

You sure you don't want
to get on me, young man?

Well, I might hazard a 20.

Cy: All right now!

Do not detain me.

Eddie:
Seven, the winner is seven.

Hot shooter!

You can't keep an old man down!

Wagons, westward bound!

- It's a seven.
- You better get on me now.

I got a meeting to go to
and I got a hot hand here!

Hah!

Money's out front, honey.

Okay.

Spots are coming out
all over his body.

That don't decide how it ends.

Joey was cherry.

I know.

He didn't want us
to do it till he knew how.

You'd do better if the tricks

didn't think looking at 'em
made you cry.

Whoa, now.

It's Johnny Burns, Reverend.

Mr. Burns.

- How are you?
- There's a meeting at The Gem.

Mr. Swearengen thought
you'd wanna come too.

At his saloon?

Yes, sir.

May I ask the meeting's purpose?

Well, he don't get into that with me.

All right, thank you.

Tell Mr. Swearengen
I will be there.

He's having me get fruit.

I know that much.

Fine.

The three red hands
on the pony's flank

was three men killed hand to hand.

The red circle was
one killed on horseback.

The white lines on the pony's legs

was times that he's a'counted coup.

With them, whether you mean
to kill your man

after or you're just showing off,

you hit 'em with a gun butt
or a stick or a club--

that's counting coup.
That's why he come for you instead

of picking you off with an arrow,
like he did your horse.

Charlie.

Ah, there you are.

That was one bad hombre
you got by, Bullock.

Bill's dead, Charlie.

Of your own seeing?

Yeah.

I heard it spoke of two days ago,

but as often as he wasn't before,

I hoped he wasn't this time too.

I was after the bastard who did it.

Anything broke?

No.

Can you ride?

Yeah.

Let's get that cocksucker.

We should dig a grave.

I'd as soon not waste
the fucking time.

It won't take long.

You ain't doing him no favor.

I mean his way to heaven's
above ground and looking west!

Well, let's do that then.

Don't you want to take
him over the ridge?

This hole in the ground and put him
up there with his headless buddy?

I mean, that's what you
nearly got killed for.

Interfering with his
big fucking medicine,

burying his fucking buddy
over the fucking ridge!

Trixie did her work
and then some, Al.

Must've put a double handful
of that dope down the widow's mouth.

Did you happen to offer
on her gold claim?

The moment was wrong.

The dope had made
the widow randy.

Lustful looks, heavy breathing,

outthrust chest--

the full catalog.

Only hope you comported
yourself as a gentlemen.

There was a child in the room.

Peaches and pears
on the fucking bar.

Spoon it out amongst
yourselves.

First thing to say is...

plague's in the fucking camp.

Smallpox.

Plague is spread by rats.

Al:
I was raised calling it plague,

but Doc wants that in reserve

in case our luck holds
and the rats decide

to descend on us too, hmm?

- (laughs)
- But whatever you fucking call it,

the point is for no one to raise

their fucking dresses
over their heads.

You-- you wait it out.

You outlast the cocksucker.

I've outlasted several
fucking outbreaks.

Is it pretty?
No, but it passes.

So we need a place for them that get it--
to care for 'em and to keep 'em outta sight

so people don't get
frightened and disgusted.

Mr. Bullock and me will have lumber left
from putting our building up.

Tent's a better impression--
emphasizes it's a passing phase.

As far as a vaccine,

one place we know has it
is Fort Kearney.

- How do we know that?
- Off the fucking issue, Tom.

Doc: Bismarck

and Cheyenne
probably got it too.

So we should send to all three places.
And as time's a factor,

stagecoaches ain't
the right conveyance,

so I suggest three groups
of horsemen, huh?

Five riders to a group,
fend off the dirt worshippers.

60 bucks a rider,
$10 in advance, 50 on return.

EB:
Would be three times five times 60.

$900 at the worst...

assuming they all survive.

Al: Add in
for the vaccine and paying the doc,

I would say $1500 is the target.

I'm in for five.

- Cy: 500.
- AW: Two.

- Two...
- You fucking kidding me, EB?

...hundred-fifty.

50 from Bullock & Star.

You're all right.

EB:
That 50 hits the target.

I assume they'll be a public
announcement in "The Pioneer."

Yeah, get a jump
on them fucking panic-mongers.

Can you give me five minutes, Doc,

after the meeting adjourns?

Give some positive angle to it.
Vaccine's on its way

or looks like it's the mild fucking type.

It would also be useful
to avoid apocalyptic predictions.

Nip that Sodom and Gomorrah shit
in the bud, huh?

And stigmatizing the afflicted.

Where will we locate the pest tent?

I bought a lot at the end
of Chink's alley you can use.

Gonna build a joint in future catering

to the Celestials, ain't you?
You clever cocksucker.

They are the fucking degenerate
gamblers among all the races.

I'll see to recruiting the riders.

Al:
$10 a rider advanced money.

If I can get your John Hancock

for the receipt of the 150...

Al: Fruit's up here,
anybody didn't get any.

(groaning)

Oh, for Chrissake.

Doc:
All right, Reverend.

Somebody get me something
to hold his jaw open.

Here you go, Doc.
Fruit spoon, Doc.

Not a fucking metal spoon, Johnny!
You'll break every tooth in his mouth.

Here you go, Doc.

Doc, I won't say it's pristine.

All right, Reverend.

You're doing better, Reverend.

You ever see him do that?

Doc:
He's all right.

Used to have a fucking
brother given to that.

We'd make pennies off it
when it'd come over him in the street.

Hey, Reverend,

you could've just said "Amen."

Quite the civic figure, Cy.

That's me,
that's what I live for.

How healthy did we
leave that prospector?

- He'll be back.
- Fucking Joanie.

Gotta crack out of turn.

You still got an awful
smooth hand, young man.

Yeah.

Practice makes perfect, huh?

Yeah, Cy. And you give
a good hand job yourself.

Find out from Joanie how exposed
that redhead got to the kid.

Anything else you want me
to ask you her for you?

Eddie, if I talk to her right now,
I'll break her fucking jaw.

And if we keep talking,
I'll break yours too.

I take it I suffered some sort
of convulsion or seizure.

Perhaps brought on
by irregular hours.

Oh, I see. I suspect
you will soon be hanging up

your shingle in
competition with me?

- No, oh no no, sir.
- Mm.

How did you feel before
the spell come on you?

I noticed a peculiar smell in the air,

as if something were burning.

Is this the first time?

No, the first episode
occurred several days ago

after the service for Mr. Hickok.

And any others between
that one and this?

No.

Follow my finger.

Hmm, perhaps
I just need glasses.

Merrick needs to see you
about the article.

Prescribe this malingerer
a can of peaches

and show him the fucking door.

Am I clear to assist you
to tend to the sick?

You are cleared, Reverend.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

I don't know.

You better figure it the fuck out.

'Cause this free-ride shit's coming
to a quick fucking halt.

Free ride?

What would you call it?

I earn my way.

(laughs)
How?

Posing in expensive dresses
and breaking up the catfights?

Taking trouble to steer the trade?
That don't pay the freight, honey.

You're here to create
a fucking atmosphere.

Fucking atmosphere
you create lately, "I'm sad."

Then on your bad days,
"Oh, I'm so sad."

Oh.

What is it, sweetheart?

I guess it's coming here.

What's wrong with coming here?

You never liked the river that much.
What's wrong with a fresh start?

How it feels when there isn't one.

Well, shit.

Stay here, I'll bring
you back a fucking lollipop.

Sorry I cracked on your play
with the prospector.

Me and Eddie turned it
into a longer campaign.

If he don't get plague,
it'll all have a happy end.

My worry's you.

And my concern's

feelings of fucking affection.

Shut up, Cy.

Work on believing it, Joanie.

That's the way I always want
to touch you, just like that.

Don't make me do it different.

AW:
"Two cases of the smallpox

have been diagnosed in our camp
by Dr. Amos Cochran."

Hey, Doc!

Get the Amos outta there!

Scratch Amos.

"At Dr. Cochran's suggestion
a pest tent,

endowed by the generous
retailers of our fine community,

is being erected for the afflicted
on the south end,

and riders dispatched
to secure a vaccine."

Maybe you should add there,

"They're already probably
on their way back."

Excuse me.

"'The Pioneer' has been assured
of their imminent return."

That's catchier.

"Thanks also to
the aforementioned merchants,

- the vaccine will be distributed gratis."
- Free gratis.

Free gratis is a redundancy.

Does that mean repeats itself?

Then leave gratis out.

What luck for me, Al, that you have
such a keen editorial sense.

Free. Distributed free.

Period.

It will take me some
time to reset the type.

Yeah, hurry up.

Excuse me.

Al.

Thanks for not putting the stink
on me before with the others

over that Fort Kearney business.

Sure.

I'm back.

Your room has been re-rented!

Fuck you and fuck the rooms you rent.

I'm calling on the widow
and the little one in her care.

And if I was you,
or any cocksucker with you,

I wouldn't try to stop me.

- Be brief.
- Be fucked!

Her gutter mouth

and the widow in an opium stupor--

a conversation for the ages.

Hey, fucknut!

What you got in that suitcase?

Millinery samples,

if it concerns you at all.

Millinery samples,
ain't that just perfect!

Some women...

take the trouble to make
a decent appearance.

Well, for your
information, Mr. Millinery-

sample-suitcase cocksucker,
you're staying in the former room

of someone you ain't fit
to lick the boots of!

Wild Bill Hickok.

I paid $2 a day extra.

Had you any connection to Wild Bill?

Good luck with your
fucking day selling hats.

It's Jane!

Oh my God.

Hello, Jane.

Look at you.

Listen to you.
Oh my God in heaven.

I'm Trixie.

I think I've seen you.

At The Gem.

Yeah.

Maybe that's where.

You look like shit.

Oh, owe you a penny.

I'm better.

I was so sorry to hear
about Mr. Hickok.

Yeah.

You oughtta get your husband
outta that creek.

As soon as I feel just a little better.

Anyways, I'm glad
to see this little one

in good condition
and talking, to boot.

Come see her all the time.

Nah, I'm a fucking drunk.

I might be seeing to sick people.

But I'm gonna keep

this exact recollection
of your lovely mug.

And put a penny aside
every time I curse.

And that is my promise to you,

and me too. We'll see each other
again down the road.

- Gentlemen--
- Well, let's see it.

Or should I say,
my fellow authors?

Jane:
I'm done in there!

Where would the doc
have got to?

South end of Chinaman's alley.

They'll get me there.

I think maybe it should
have a question mark.

"The plague in Deadwood?"

The type is set.

You're reading
the definitive edition.

Let's run it.

Nice working with you.

- Take him right over here.
- (man coughs)

It's all right to breathe,

just turn your head
away from him.

(muffled)
Okay, Doc.

All right.

Roll him over on his side.

Turn him back this way.
That's it.

All right, thank you, fellas.

Bye, Doc.

(heaves breath)

It's all right, son.

It's going to be all right.

Jane: Hey!

Hey, somebody!

Are you sure
you're up to this?

Oh yes.

I'm right where
I'm supposed to be.

(man coughing)

(wheezing)

Here's another one for you.

So I see.

You already been exposed,
you wanna follow him in?

I might.

"'The Pioneer' was assured
of their imminent return."

I'll believe it when I see it.

"Imminent return" is one
of my contributions

to the fucking article.
The idea for that phrase.

"Pest tent being
erected at the south--"

What about that fucking Tolliver

buying up property on the QT, huh?

We're lucky we was
struggling with this shit

when he made the offer
to loan out the lot.

Nonetheless, it says the man sees
the possibilities of the things.

I mean, to come up
at this fucking juncture

with the idea of creating an emporium
for the fucking Chinks

takes brass fucking balls
and a long-term vision for the future.

Merrick.

Merrick wanted
to put here "gratis."

Now is the idea

to inform your reader or make him
feel like a fucking dunce?

I had him put "free."

Don't see why the fuck he doesn't
have news of the baseball.

That new league started
a team in Chicago.

Different path taken

at certain forks in the road,

who knows what kind
of a joint we'd be in now?

Of course, truth is,
as a base of operations,

you cannot beat a fucking saloon.

Ah!

(blues music playing)

♪ I'm taken down
with the fever ♪

♪ And it won't let me sleep ♪

♪ I'm taken down
with the fever ♪

♪ And it won't let me sleep ♪

♪ It was about 3:00 ♪

♪ Before he would let me be ♪

♪ I wish somebody ♪

♪ Would come and drive
my fever away ♪

♪ I wish somebody ♪

♪ Come drive my fever away ♪

♪ This fever I'm havin' ♪

♪ Sho' is in my way. ♪