Deadwood (2004–2006): Season 1, Episode 8 - Suffer the Little Children - full transcript
Deadwood breathes easier when some riders arrive in town with the smallpox vaccine, and word of a possible treaty with the Sioux. The results of Bullock's analysis of her gold claim move Alma to reassess her plans and sets up a confrontation between Bullock and Swearengen. When Flora tries to quit, Cy teaches Joanie a deadly lesson at the expense of a couple of con artists.
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Al:
You might, Dan,
want to learn how to indicate
interest in a girl
other than murdering
another person.
I apologize for the disruption
and the free drinks you had
to give out restoring order.
Jesus Christ,
it's false dawn, Al.
False dawn already.
If we're gonna act,
we should do it in darkness.
Where's the fucking whore?
Wherever Trixie is,
we know what we need to.
Bullock's four square
behind the New York woman.
The question's do we act?
And to me, the course is clear.
Well, what's the course?
Murder them where they sleep!
The New York woman
and Bullock both.
Dan, loan EB your knife.
I won't brandish the knife,
but I'll wield a passkey
at the widow's door.
As for Bullock, he sleeps
on his store's second floor,
and I'll steady a ladder,
Dan, at that wall,
while you climb up
and bushwhack him.
Then, with them dead
and disposed of,
we forge a predated bill of sale,
take possession of the claim
with the allocated
percentages of ownership
previously agreed to
in our internal discussions,
and don't spend a fucking
dollar in the process.
Bold?
I suppose.
But when boldness is called for,
bold men do not shrink.
That's what the B
in EB Farnum stands for.
Bold.
(slams desk)
You're goddamn right.
Say it, Al.
Say the fucking words
my bones already know.
You're gonna back off
on that fucking claim.
(gunshots)
(cheering)
We brung it, sir. Vaccine for the smallpox,
secured in Cheyenne.
Well done, fellas, and congratulations
from the entire fucking settlement.
EB, get downstairs and give
these heroes what they're owed.
- Yes, sir. $50 a man.
- If you don't spend it in my joint,
I'll turn the mourning
over to weeping.
You won't shed nary a tear
on our account, Mr. Swearengen.
Vaccine to Doc Cochran
in the pest tent.
We'll be toasting the treaty too
with the fucking heathens.
- Explain yourself.
- Man: They've all been
called back to the agency.
We heard that in Cheyenne.
- Are they going's the fucking question.
- Fuck yeah, they are.
Man #2:
That's the word in Cheyenne.
Red Cloud and Spotted Tail
are leading their people in.
Dan, $10 in bonus credits
across the board for these heroes.
10 in pussy, 10 in faro, 10 in booze.
- (men cheer)
- God bless you, Mr. Swearengen!
Well, not likely,
but my short-term prospects
just improved.
Say the words,
so I can let the dream die.
EB, did you not hear
the fucking news?
Did you not listen
to the fucking news?
The plague's end's in prospect.
And so's peace with the fucking
dirt worshippers.
Come here, come here.
Sit down.
The dam...
has broken, young man,
and only ourselves can fuck up,
for we are about to be
swimming in money.
And how could we fuck up?
By engaging in open
fucking bloodletting.
When right here at hand
in our very hour of need
is the priggish fucking
douchebag Bullock,
who only wants
to sell pots and pans,
fan his pretty face and hold his nose
from the stench of our sordid
carryings on over here,
all the time thinking he can protect
the meek and innocent.
The perfect fucking front man.
And you want to kill him?
Much as we might
want the widow's claim,
it's a luxury now to forego.
EB, find yourself
somewhere to lie down
till the feeling passes, huh?
First I'll go give
the hoople-heads their money.
Thank you.
You go find that fucking whore.
What the fuck is this, huh?
(hoarsely)
I lost my voice.
(knocks)
- What happened?
- I seen something bad.
Come in.
Here, sit down.
I seen something
at the place my brother works.
A man was stabbed and killed
right in front of me.
One man said he didn't
like the way the other man
was looking at me
and he stabbed and killed him.
Drink this.
Where's your brother now?
We got a room.
I'll go in a minute.
It's all right, Flora.
I just come to say
I don't know if I can do this.
It's horrible.
It's one thing leads to another
and you never know
when it's gonna happen.
Mostly you can steer it, sweetheart,
and when it's gonna
get to where you can't,
you get just a little notice,
just a couple of seconds
before the one thing
turns into the other.
It's like a funny smell
comes into the air,
then you know there's
no more steering
and get the hell out of the way.
I smelled it in the saloon.
And did you get out
of the way in time?
It's all right. It's all right.
Miles doesn't know nothing.
He didn't smell nothing and he
didn't know nothing
about what to do.
All right, I know.
Can I stay?
Can I sleep here with you just this last
little while before we have to get up?
Yeah, you can sleep
here with me.
Can you help?
- Name?
- Mullins.
Make your mark.
Saint Andy Cramed.
All that's missing are
the scourges and flays.
- Maybe they're under his shirt.
- (laughs)
Kind of you to let us work
out of the horseshit and flies.
Sure.
(groans)
Jesus Christ!
(rasping)
Have you seen Trixie, Doc?
What?
Trixie.
No. Tea and honey.
- For this?
- You are a stupid son of a bitch.
Yeah, the traffic's a boon, Seth.
We're up $27 already
from yesterday's entire proceeds.
Good.
Pitiful specimen you are.
It wasn't the pinprick. I ain't ate.
Really?
Strange you never keeled over
when we was hungry
on the fucking trail.
Your boss speak to you about
sending me an assayer this morning?
No, sir, he didn't.
I will remind him
once I finish this errand I'm on.
I only got one place left to look:
Bella Union--
that's our competition.
Well, I'll tell him what you said.
Good morning.
Good morning, Mr. Bullock.
Come to have
the child inoculated?
Yes, and to tell you,
for reasons we needn't explore,
that my plans have changed.
As soon as I can
arrange transportation
I'll return with the child
to New York City.
Why needn't we
explore your reasons?
Because, Mr. Bullock, I've already
quite sufficiently imposed upon you
my private reasons and facts.
As regards to the claim my husband
purchased before his murder,
I'm inclined to accept the last bid
from Mr. Swearengen's hand-puppet
and I would be very grateful
if you would tell Mr. Farnum so,
as speaking to him directly makes me ill.
I'm gonna assay your claim,
Mrs. Garret.
I promised Mr. Hickok
and I promised you.
I released you from your promise
to me yesterday.
- And today I instruct you not to keep it.
- You do tend to change your mind,
and the first promise,
you weren't a party to.
Why don't you get the child inoculated?
I'll go about my business,
and we'll revisit
the whole mess subsequently.
Don't fucking lead Ellsworth right to it
so he can hoop and holler
and hail fucking Bullock.
You walk around.
You're discouraged.
It's not even worth it
to make the steep ascent.
I start from below?
You start at the fucking creek.
What, do you want to start at the cliff?
The three of you leap
the fuck off holding hands?
Top o' the mornin'.
I'm to lead you
to the widow Garret's claim.
- You're the assayer?
- Nope.
- I'm to take you to him.
- He's one claim over.
Nice fucking guy
and a dead eye
for the fucking color.
- Ellsworth.
- Ellsworth...
is absolutely right.
Dan: Well, come on.
I was inoculated some time ago,
but I thought she should
be treated before our trip.
I am delighted
you're taking her with you.
It was Trixie who made me realize
that my reasons
for staying weren't sound.
Glad she succeeded where I failed.
I intend to write her
a note of profound thanks.
I hope that you'll deliver it to her
at Mr. Swearengen's saloon.
Is that where she went
when she left you?
Yes. I certainly assume so.
Sorry, I'm sorry, honey.
It's all over.
When will you be leavin'?
As quickly as is practical.
Mr. Utter can see
to your travel arrangements.
Soon as he gets his wits back,
I'll send him to you.
Thank you, Doctor.
Thank you for everything.
What did she say about Trixie?
Nothin'.
How'd you do with that bloodstain?
I scrubbed it real hard.
Did I ask you how hard
you fucking scrubbed?
- No.
- No.
I asked if you got it out.
Get me the fuckin' scrub brush.
Every fucking thing
I gotta do myself, huh?
- Where is she?!
- Trixie?
No, Queen fucking Victoria.
Last I saw her was yesterday
when she came to see you.
Just get me the fucking scrub brush.
Gives her word she'll return,
where the fuck is she, huh?
What'd she say to you
when you saw her?
She said her pussy hurt
where you grabbed it.
That has a ring of fucking truth.
She said you nearly killed her.
She said to me she'd be right back.
A fool's fucking errand, anyway.
I found out what I needed to know
when I looked
in that cocksucker Bullock's eyes
while Dority was spilling blood
that you have failed
to adequately clean up.
You want me to do some more?
No, shut the fuck up.
Now what's she doin'?
Is she making a point?
No grabbing at the cunt?
- Is that what she said to you?
- No.
I mean, y-you-- she told you,
right, that I grabbed her?
Did she have an attitude about it?
She didn't have an attitude.
She just said her pussy hurt.
Agh.
Point's made
with the snatch grabs, okay.
50 other fucking things
I should be paying attention to,
rosiest prospects of my career,
and here I am on
my fucking hands and knees
discussing snippets
of information with a gimp.
There!
Now that's how you scrub
a fucking bloodstain!
I couldn't find Trixie.
You see her, you send her
the fuck back to me,
'cause if I see her outside, she'll wish
I had fucking killed her before.
That shot didn't hurt too bad, Al,
but it fucking itches.
Yeah? Good.
You had your shot yet, kid?
Not yet. The line was too long
and I did not want
to be late for work.
Open for business.
And talk like him
- until further instructed.
- (rasps) Yes, sir.
Aw, Jesus.
Trixie?
God damn it, Trixie, wake up.
- Wake up, Trixie.
- (knock on door)
- Trixie, wake up--
- AW: Doc! Doc!
- What?!
- Doc!
- Stay the fuck over there!
- It's AW, Doc.
Stay the fuck over there, anyway.
Uh, I don't take your
bad temper personally, Doc.
The hours you're working
would try a saint.
What do you want?
(panting) I'm in pain, Doc,
in the small of my back,
which I'm aware is
a precursor symptom.
- When did the pain start?
- Am I warm?
Answer the question.
Well, it's become more
concentrated and severe.
- Why did you strike me?
- To secure your attention.
When did the pain start?
The original pain I've lived with
for quite some time,
but in this last period,
it's become much more
concentrated and severe.
In viewing the context of this outbreak,
I knew I should consult you.
- Ow.
- You don't have a fever.
- I don't?
- No.
You put on weight?
May I ask that query's relevance?
It's harder on your back
as you get fatter.
So in concert with the symptoms
I'm already exhibiting,
you'd say be alert for fever?
And work hard on your paper.
- And get yourself inoculated.
- Uh-huh.
And try to eat less.
You botched this job pretty good,
didn't you, young lady?
Now you listen to me--
if you want,
I will do the job for you right.
But first, I want you to know that
that rich woman is leaving town
and she told me that
she would take you with her.
I know that you
thought enough of that woman
to help her get off this... stuff
you tried to use to kill yourself with.
But what I don't know is
if you wanted to die period,
or 'cause you thought you didn't
have a way out of here?
'Cause you do have a way out.
Is that a vote for New York City?
All right, then.
(door opens)
Morning, Mr. Tolliver.
Good morning, Flora.
I swear I saw you leave
last night after your shift.
I come back.
A man was murdered where
my brother works, at The Gem saloon,
- and I got scared.
- You saw it, honey?
Yes, sir. I was there
picking my brother up.
You're brave to even be
in a joint like that.
And after,
you sought refuge
with Joanie, did you?
- Yes, sir.
- No better port in a storm.
- Anyways, I'll go change.
- Good girl. Good for you.
- You've settle in real good, Flora.
- Thank you, sir.
Mm-hmm, Joanie Stubbs.
Is that a fresh scalp
I see hanging from your belt?
She saw a gutting last night.
She was upset. I held her.
Terrance: I was watching
for you at the door, Flora,
but here you are already inside.
Not working yet, Terrance.
Poor thing.
Adjusting so smooth
to losing her cherry
and yet that upset by blood.
She lost her cherry back home.
I told you that.
Gonna put your garters on now?
I'll give you $2 for that apple
and a piece of cheese.
It's my knife.
You want to buy that?
I've got a fucking knife.
I'll just be a second--
take my brother his lunch.
Sure, honey.
Unless she ain't upset at all.
What happened now, Flora?
I thought you was changin'
into your garters.
You geek-looking fuck.
Get away from me before
I cut your fucking heart out.
(knocks)
It's Dr. Cochran.
Doctor.
Trixie tried to commit suicide
with laudanum.
- My God.
- She punctured her vein.
That's the only reason
why she's still alive.
Who's with her?
No one at the goddamn moment
is with her, Mrs. Garret.
Her situation in this camp isn't such
that that would be safe.
Which is why,
while trying to dissuade her
from future efforts at murdering herself,
I told a fib,
invoking your name
and willingness
to take her with you on your trip.
Last night, Doctor,
I made that very offer to Trixie.
She refused.
More precisely,
I offered to send Trixie
to New York
with the child,
to make the appropriate
introductions to my family
and to pay to see them established.
Is it possible, Mrs. Garret,
that leaving this camp
and heading to New York City
in service to you
and the child might,
to a girl like Trixie,
appear a more realistic proposition
than being dispatched
on some cruel masquerade?
Please tell her she's welcome.
Tell her she's necessary.
If her indisposition
doesn't preclude it,
I'd be happy to tell her myself.
Thank you, madam.
Ellsworth:
If I'm to get my throat cut, Dan,
I'd rather not exert myself further.
If I have any choice in the matter,
I'd prefer one behind the ear.
Keep climbing, Ellsworth.
You're off the hook for seeing
that New York dude's accident.
If Swearengen was
moved to trust,
I know you spoke for me hard.
Well, I didn't.
Didn't speak against you.
You might try takin'
a gander over to your right.
You don't have to tell me
where to fucking look.
If you're the goddamn assayer,
shouldn't I be following you?
Head on back down, Mr. Bullock.
We think we found
a formation worth looking at.
Young lady, thank Christ.
I'd feared after the murder
you'd shun us.
I come for lunch with Miles.
Bless you then
for being a caring sister.
- Miles!
- Sir?
Miles, you lucky son of a bitch,
your sister's here with your lunch.
She brought you a fresh apple
and some kind of delicacy
wrapped in swaddling.
I've been scrubbing that bloodstain
all mornin', and the cripple has too.
Situate your sister to spare her
staring at that fucking stain, huh?
- Let's do it.
- Now?
- Now, and get the fuck outta here.
- What if--
Flora, if we do it slow and right,
we're 50 miles gone
- before anyone knows we blew.
- My boss is onto me.
Savvy operator from Chicago
and you can tell he's on to you?
Savvy enough that he didn't crack
and I still could fucking tell.
You're full of shit.
You want to do it fast and dirty
so you have to cut somebody's throat.
- This joint you want to take?
- Where I work.
- Where your boss is onto you?
- I can move the dyke.
Held me in her arms all night
like I was a little fucking kid.
Can I assume
there's a fucking plan?
Mr. Bullock, what ho?
Mrs. Garret's room.
Number two.
Don't sell, Mrs. Garret.
Darling...
um, I'm going to be unspeakably rude
and leave you here alone
for just a moment
while I go downstairs
with Mr. Bullock,
who's just arrived
with the most interesting news,
and whom I-- I can't
receive here in my room,
particularly with you present--
for reasons too boring
and complex to explain.
So I'm going to go downstairs
to speak with Mr. Bullock
in Mr. Farnum's absurd restaurant,
then I'll come back up
and we will continue to ready
our leaving. All right, darling?
I'll be in the restaurant
for just one moment.
Can I bring you a glass of milk?
All right.
I'll-- I'll be right back.
May I inquire
as to the assay's outcome?
- Ask the owner.
- Mrs. Garret?
Is the technical term "bonanza"?
That's the look of it.
It's a bonanza, Mr. Farnum.
I see. Congratulations.
(whimpers)
Does the find change your mind
at all about New York City?
I can't see why it would.
I can't either, but I don't count.
Of course you count.
Why wouldn't you?
'Cause your changes of mind
come so quick and often I can't keep up.
I can't understand what changed
your mind from yesterday
when it was made up to stay.
I was made to understand last night
that my reasons
for wanting to stay have been
completely selfish.
- By who?
- Trixie.
I'd offered to send her
to New York City with the child,
where Trixie,
I've since come to realize,
would be completely unsuited
and because I wished
to stay here unencumbered
when I should be caring for the child.
Why can't you care for her here?
Where the fuck is he?
Said he was gonna go tell
the widow of her find.
How the fuck long
does it take to tell her?
I don't know, Al.
I'm here with you.
- Are you getting smart with me now?
- No.
Cocksucker Bullock.
When you can't stand the sight of him,
he's nowhere but underfoot.
Sir, my sister was told of a man
who resembles our father's
photograph down by Lead,
and I'd be grateful if this afternoon
I could go look and maybe I could
take a night shift to make up.
If I said no,
I'd hope you'd walk out
and go looking anyway,
then seek a new job elsewhere after.
That is what I'd do, sir.
All right, kid. Go look for him.
Tell Arnette at the livery stable
I'll stand metal for the horse.
If your sister looks with you,
tell Arnette I'm good for her mount.
So you think it's
a good idea to go?
It's why the fuck
you're here, isn't it?
Right.
I'm gonna go get the horses then.
Permission to leave
the bar, trooper.
Thanks to both of you.
Ah, struck rich
for the widow, huh, Bullock?
Free drink!
Big, huh?
Rich and fucking thick,
that vein is?
Not being expert,
I can't guess at the extent.
Dan's a fucking expert. When he's not
shit-faced drunk, so is Ellsworth.
The immediate result
is she won't be sellin'.
Of course, she fucking won't.
I should fucking think not, huh?
Not for any $20,000 at least.
Come here, Bullock.
Come drink with your vanquished foe.
Al: Very good of you
and Mr. Star, incidentally,
to make your venue available
so the hoople-heads could get vaccinated.
I was the second hoople-head stuck.
Them riders that
brought the vaccine
say the heathens have been
called back to the agency.
In a spasm of good sense,
they're fucking going.
I heard.
Before you know it, we'll have
laws here and every other fucking thing.
Yeah, which brings me, Bullock,
to the matter of the widow.
I wanted to show you
my bona fides for cooperation.
If a treaty is signed,
be wise for you and me
to paddle in the same direction.
Tics or habits of behavior
either finds dislikable in the other
gotta be overlooked
or taken with a grain of salt.
Would your bona fides extend
to Mrs. Garret's future safety?
My oath on this:
every day that the widow sits
on her ass in New York City,
looks west at sunset
and thinks to herself,
"God bless you ignorant
cocksuckers in Deadwood,
who strive mightily and at little money
to add to my ever-increasing fortune,"
she'll be safe from the wiles
of Al Swearengen.
She's stayin'.
The oath stands
as a gesture to you.
- Can I take a shave over here?
- Please.
Barney, be careful in the area
of the throat, huh?
If you authorized an offer
of 20 on the widow's claim...
your agent was looking
to skim a little cream.
- How high did EB go?
- $19,500.
I wouldn't trust a man
that wouldn't try to steal a little.
Where's that fucking whore?
You stay here, sweetheart.
I'm so very sorry...
for any part that
I may have played in this.
I don't remember you being the one
that made me a whore, Mrs. Garret.
I'm going to stay in the camp
with the child, Trixie.
Dr. Cochran explained
to me the difficulties
your extraordinary kindness toward me
has put you in in relationship
to Mr. Swearengen.
If you wish to stay,
I'd be so grateful
if you'd stay with us.
But perhaps you want to go, Trixie.
If you do...
take this...
as your earnest claim on the future.
I'll send you more.
I appear to have struck it rich.
I'll send you all that you need.
Girl: Trixie?
Trixie?
Hello, sweetheart.
(whispers)
Don't I look tired?
Sofia.
Sofia.
Sofia.
You're so beautiful.
I should've guessed it.
Take her home, Mrs. Garret.
How do you take my suggestion?
Are you sure that gold's real?
Absolutely.
Uh, let me think things through.
All right.
(door opens, closes)
- What's your name?
- Elizabeth.
- I'm quittin'.
- All right, Flora.
I left a pin up in your room.
I wanna go look for it.
Go ahead and look.
When does the part come when that little
piece of trim finally gets into
her working clothes and starts
making us some fucking money?
She's quitting, Cy.
She's quitting?
And that seems to be your room
she's walking into yet again.
She lost a pin up there.
A pin?
Can you tell the stones
from the paste?
Show me which is which.
I don't think so.
- Let me take it.
- Get outta here, Flora.
Put down my things and I'll let you
get out without raising hell.
Why don't let me go with your things
and shut your fucking mouth?
Because I remind you of whoever
the fuck I remind you of.
No.
Now what are you gonna do,
Flora, kill me?
Maybe.
You think you're gonna
get out of here alive?
- I'll give it a goddamn whirl.
- You're not gonna get out alive.
You're gonna die here.
Who am I?
Your little baby?
Your little sister?
You?
I wouldn't move this.
- Did you find your pin?
- I did, sir.
Joanie tells me you're leaving us.
Can't take it anymore, sir.
Decided I wasn't cut out for it.
My brother too.
Decided he wasn't cut out for what?
Sweeping up
at The Gem saloon.
(chuckling)
I see.
My first take on your meaning was
they were fucking your brother
for money over there
like you was gettin' done to here.
- Step aside and let me do my business.
- (door closes)
And what is your fucking business?!
You with your beady little ferret eyes.
She came to say goodbye, Cy.
She's moving on.
- It don't feel right to me, babe.
- (grunts)
But if I'm mistaken in my judgment,
may I regret what I just did
for the rest of my life.
- Now let her go!
- (grunts)
- (Flora screaming)
- You little cunt!
You're gonna die here!
(continues screaming)
Come on!
Get outta here. Get her out front.
Get around! They're goin' over the top!
Come on.
Don't impede her progress, Joanie.
Don't do nothing rash.
- What are you doing?
- What's none of your business!
Them two robbed my joint.
That's where they're gonna be dealt with.
I guess they needn't
get beat anymore out here.
Take 'em the fuck inside, boys.
And you can help your delicate
sensibilities by turning the fuck away.
Cy wants you up there, honey.
Cy: I tell you, sweetheart, your face
come out of that in pretty good shape.
Matters took a happy turn,
you could still probably work.
(door opens)
Come on in, honey,
over here on what the dagos
call my sinister side.
Although your beady little rat eyes
don't seem like they're taking in the view.
You bust something up
there, sweetheart?!
Does that fuckin' hurt you?!
You fuckin' understand me?!
See, that upsets Joanie now.
"Oh, Cy, do up the boy.
My God, I can't stand to see the other."
You want me to see to the boy, Joanie?
'Cause you know
I'm clay in your hands.
- Cy.
- What is it, Eddie?
- We could all be elsewhere?
- Nothing but true.
Are you awake, Miles?
Don't be fucking
passing out, youngster.
Next breath you draw, the smell of sulfur's
liable to be strong in your nose.
Where is your fucking nose, anyway?
Fuck it, Miles!
You're found fuckin'
guilty of being a cunt.
I'm hereby passing judgment
for your lettin' this bitch
push you around and tell you what to do
when you were supposed to be a man
and showing her the fucking rules!
You hear me, Miles?
Enough of being the cunt you are now,
before you could have been a man,
done your fucking part,
you little piece of shit.
- (whimpers)
- I know you don't want out of here, Joanie.
- Don't hurt her, Cy.
- Don't hurt her?
You mean before I kill her?
Yes.
Listen to that, Flora.
That's the person you robbed,
who had those kind of feelings for you.
But I'm the one you stabbed.
See, I think your fuckin'
skull's broken, Flora.
If you're trying for the knife,
it's maybe a foot to your left.
This is fucking pitiful.
Why don't you put that
out of its misery?
(moaning)
- (gunshot)
- (grunts)
Don't do nothin'.
Whatever you want to do
will be a mistake.
You keep drawing breath right here.
(piano playing)
You did everything you could, EB,
to preserve our fucking interests.
I mean, you know,
sometimes the cards go cold.
Far as the events at the Bella Union,
by all accounts,
it was two young thieves,
a boy and a girl.
We all know who they are.
Who they are now is
late night vittles for Wu's pigs.
That young girl had me fooled.
Your dick had you fooled.
And in that state of addlement,
you mistook her purpose,
her so-called brother's
and their entire fucking cockeyed story.
You did do everything
you could, didn't you, EB?
- You went to the limit on our offer.
- Everything humanly possible.
- You did go to the limit?
- Well, I went to the limit's precipice.
Sounds like you didn't go to the limit.
Al, I held back a few dollars--
- against some final unforeseen turn.
- So we'll never know if them few dollars
you held back wouldn't have
made us both fucking rich.
(retching)
I'm going up.
Find out how much Tolliver paid Wu.
Don't want to be suckin'
hind tit on disposal fees.
Don't think I enjoyed
that bullshit, Joanie.
Certain things you have to do
to impress upon people
what you're willing to do.
Do you like it? No.
Do you enjoy it? No.
Do you have to look
like you do? Yes.
I got Eddie in there.
Gotta let him know.
Capra's downstairs,
gonna hear about it.
When people come to rob you,
Joanie, you gotta get rough.
If it looks like an act,
it's not gonna work.
And then I grab your hand...
and I think, "My God,
this poor fucking girl."
But I did what I had to do in that room.
And now I'm out here.
I'm telling you,
your happiness
is important to me.
And whatever the fuck I gotta do,
if you're too much in my shadow,
if I make things too tough on you,
then we'll stop it.
- We're gonna do something else.
- Cy.
You bring warmth into my life.
I can't bear to see you
unhappy like this.
I want...
to set you up
in your own business here.
Independent fucking operator.
I'll put up the money.
Any kind of interest
in return, that's fine,
but that ain't what this is about.
It'll be your place.
I want you to feel when I walk in there
that you can say, "I'm busy, Cy.
Come back later."
I want you to watch me
turn around when you say that
like I'm some rube trick
with my chin down on the floor.
"When should I try
you again, Joanie?"
"I'll let you know, Cy."
That's how I want you to feel.
I used to make you warm,
didn't I, Cy?
And I could make you feel like
something was funny.
You still do, honey.
When you're happy, you still do.
Kill me too, Cy,
or let me go.
I understood myself to be sayin', Joanie,
I want to find a way
to give you a looser fucking rein.
You've gotta figure out
a way to mean it.
If you don't kill me or let me go,
I'm gonna kill you.
Has he got you at your hands and knees
at 2:00 in the fucking morning?
I got myself on
my hands and knees,
wondering what became of you.
Wake up, David.
I'm up.
♪ Row row row
row your boat ♪
♪ Gently down the stream ♪
♪ Merrily merrily
merrily merrily ♪
♪ Life is but a dream... ♪
(door opens)
(country ballad playing)
♪ I was a-standin'
by my window ♪
♪ Oh, one cold and cloudy day ♪
♪ When I saw that
hearse come rollin' ♪
♪ For to carry my mother away ♪
♪ Will a circle be unbroken? ♪
♪ By and by, Lord,
by and by ♪
♪ There's a better home
awaiting ♪
♪ In the sky, Lord, in the sky. ♪
Yeah yeah yeah.
Al:
You might, Dan,
want to learn how to indicate
interest in a girl
other than murdering
another person.
I apologize for the disruption
and the free drinks you had
to give out restoring order.
Jesus Christ,
it's false dawn, Al.
False dawn already.
If we're gonna act,
we should do it in darkness.
Where's the fucking whore?
Wherever Trixie is,
we know what we need to.
Bullock's four square
behind the New York woman.
The question's do we act?
And to me, the course is clear.
Well, what's the course?
Murder them where they sleep!
The New York woman
and Bullock both.
Dan, loan EB your knife.
I won't brandish the knife,
but I'll wield a passkey
at the widow's door.
As for Bullock, he sleeps
on his store's second floor,
and I'll steady a ladder,
Dan, at that wall,
while you climb up
and bushwhack him.
Then, with them dead
and disposed of,
we forge a predated bill of sale,
take possession of the claim
with the allocated
percentages of ownership
previously agreed to
in our internal discussions,
and don't spend a fucking
dollar in the process.
Bold?
I suppose.
But when boldness is called for,
bold men do not shrink.
That's what the B
in EB Farnum stands for.
Bold.
(slams desk)
You're goddamn right.
Say it, Al.
Say the fucking words
my bones already know.
You're gonna back off
on that fucking claim.
(gunshots)
(cheering)
We brung it, sir. Vaccine for the smallpox,
secured in Cheyenne.
Well done, fellas, and congratulations
from the entire fucking settlement.
EB, get downstairs and give
these heroes what they're owed.
- Yes, sir. $50 a man.
- If you don't spend it in my joint,
I'll turn the mourning
over to weeping.
You won't shed nary a tear
on our account, Mr. Swearengen.
Vaccine to Doc Cochran
in the pest tent.
We'll be toasting the treaty too
with the fucking heathens.
- Explain yourself.
- Man: They've all been
called back to the agency.
We heard that in Cheyenne.
- Are they going's the fucking question.
- Fuck yeah, they are.
Man #2:
That's the word in Cheyenne.
Red Cloud and Spotted Tail
are leading their people in.
Dan, $10 in bonus credits
across the board for these heroes.
10 in pussy, 10 in faro, 10 in booze.
- (men cheer)
- God bless you, Mr. Swearengen!
Well, not likely,
but my short-term prospects
just improved.
Say the words,
so I can let the dream die.
EB, did you not hear
the fucking news?
Did you not listen
to the fucking news?
The plague's end's in prospect.
And so's peace with the fucking
dirt worshippers.
Come here, come here.
Sit down.
The dam...
has broken, young man,
and only ourselves can fuck up,
for we are about to be
swimming in money.
And how could we fuck up?
By engaging in open
fucking bloodletting.
When right here at hand
in our very hour of need
is the priggish fucking
douchebag Bullock,
who only wants
to sell pots and pans,
fan his pretty face and hold his nose
from the stench of our sordid
carryings on over here,
all the time thinking he can protect
the meek and innocent.
The perfect fucking front man.
And you want to kill him?
Much as we might
want the widow's claim,
it's a luxury now to forego.
EB, find yourself
somewhere to lie down
till the feeling passes, huh?
First I'll go give
the hoople-heads their money.
Thank you.
You go find that fucking whore.
What the fuck is this, huh?
(hoarsely)
I lost my voice.
(knocks)
- What happened?
- I seen something bad.
Come in.
Here, sit down.
I seen something
at the place my brother works.
A man was stabbed and killed
right in front of me.
One man said he didn't
like the way the other man
was looking at me
and he stabbed and killed him.
Drink this.
Where's your brother now?
We got a room.
I'll go in a minute.
It's all right, Flora.
I just come to say
I don't know if I can do this.
It's horrible.
It's one thing leads to another
and you never know
when it's gonna happen.
Mostly you can steer it, sweetheart,
and when it's gonna
get to where you can't,
you get just a little notice,
just a couple of seconds
before the one thing
turns into the other.
It's like a funny smell
comes into the air,
then you know there's
no more steering
and get the hell out of the way.
I smelled it in the saloon.
And did you get out
of the way in time?
It's all right. It's all right.
Miles doesn't know nothing.
He didn't smell nothing and he
didn't know nothing
about what to do.
All right, I know.
Can I stay?
Can I sleep here with you just this last
little while before we have to get up?
Yeah, you can sleep
here with me.
Can you help?
- Name?
- Mullins.
Make your mark.
Saint Andy Cramed.
All that's missing are
the scourges and flays.
- Maybe they're under his shirt.
- (laughs)
Kind of you to let us work
out of the horseshit and flies.
Sure.
(groans)
Jesus Christ!
(rasping)
Have you seen Trixie, Doc?
What?
Trixie.
No. Tea and honey.
- For this?
- You are a stupid son of a bitch.
Yeah, the traffic's a boon, Seth.
We're up $27 already
from yesterday's entire proceeds.
Good.
Pitiful specimen you are.
It wasn't the pinprick. I ain't ate.
Really?
Strange you never keeled over
when we was hungry
on the fucking trail.
Your boss speak to you about
sending me an assayer this morning?
No, sir, he didn't.
I will remind him
once I finish this errand I'm on.
I only got one place left to look:
Bella Union--
that's our competition.
Well, I'll tell him what you said.
Good morning.
Good morning, Mr. Bullock.
Come to have
the child inoculated?
Yes, and to tell you,
for reasons we needn't explore,
that my plans have changed.
As soon as I can
arrange transportation
I'll return with the child
to New York City.
Why needn't we
explore your reasons?
Because, Mr. Bullock, I've already
quite sufficiently imposed upon you
my private reasons and facts.
As regards to the claim my husband
purchased before his murder,
I'm inclined to accept the last bid
from Mr. Swearengen's hand-puppet
and I would be very grateful
if you would tell Mr. Farnum so,
as speaking to him directly makes me ill.
I'm gonna assay your claim,
Mrs. Garret.
I promised Mr. Hickok
and I promised you.
I released you from your promise
to me yesterday.
- And today I instruct you not to keep it.
- You do tend to change your mind,
and the first promise,
you weren't a party to.
Why don't you get the child inoculated?
I'll go about my business,
and we'll revisit
the whole mess subsequently.
Don't fucking lead Ellsworth right to it
so he can hoop and holler
and hail fucking Bullock.
You walk around.
You're discouraged.
It's not even worth it
to make the steep ascent.
I start from below?
You start at the fucking creek.
What, do you want to start at the cliff?
The three of you leap
the fuck off holding hands?
Top o' the mornin'.
I'm to lead you
to the widow Garret's claim.
- You're the assayer?
- Nope.
- I'm to take you to him.
- He's one claim over.
Nice fucking guy
and a dead eye
for the fucking color.
- Ellsworth.
- Ellsworth...
is absolutely right.
Dan: Well, come on.
I was inoculated some time ago,
but I thought she should
be treated before our trip.
I am delighted
you're taking her with you.
It was Trixie who made me realize
that my reasons
for staying weren't sound.
Glad she succeeded where I failed.
I intend to write her
a note of profound thanks.
I hope that you'll deliver it to her
at Mr. Swearengen's saloon.
Is that where she went
when she left you?
Yes. I certainly assume so.
Sorry, I'm sorry, honey.
It's all over.
When will you be leavin'?
As quickly as is practical.
Mr. Utter can see
to your travel arrangements.
Soon as he gets his wits back,
I'll send him to you.
Thank you, Doctor.
Thank you for everything.
What did she say about Trixie?
Nothin'.
How'd you do with that bloodstain?
I scrubbed it real hard.
Did I ask you how hard
you fucking scrubbed?
- No.
- No.
I asked if you got it out.
Get me the fuckin' scrub brush.
Every fucking thing
I gotta do myself, huh?
- Where is she?!
- Trixie?
No, Queen fucking Victoria.
Last I saw her was yesterday
when she came to see you.
Just get me the fucking scrub brush.
Gives her word she'll return,
where the fuck is she, huh?
What'd she say to you
when you saw her?
She said her pussy hurt
where you grabbed it.
That has a ring of fucking truth.
She said you nearly killed her.
She said to me she'd be right back.
A fool's fucking errand, anyway.
I found out what I needed to know
when I looked
in that cocksucker Bullock's eyes
while Dority was spilling blood
that you have failed
to adequately clean up.
You want me to do some more?
No, shut the fuck up.
Now what's she doin'?
Is she making a point?
No grabbing at the cunt?
- Is that what she said to you?
- No.
I mean, y-you-- she told you,
right, that I grabbed her?
Did she have an attitude about it?
She didn't have an attitude.
She just said her pussy hurt.
Agh.
Point's made
with the snatch grabs, okay.
50 other fucking things
I should be paying attention to,
rosiest prospects of my career,
and here I am on
my fucking hands and knees
discussing snippets
of information with a gimp.
There!
Now that's how you scrub
a fucking bloodstain!
I couldn't find Trixie.
You see her, you send her
the fuck back to me,
'cause if I see her outside, she'll wish
I had fucking killed her before.
That shot didn't hurt too bad, Al,
but it fucking itches.
Yeah? Good.
You had your shot yet, kid?
Not yet. The line was too long
and I did not want
to be late for work.
Open for business.
And talk like him
- until further instructed.
- (rasps) Yes, sir.
Aw, Jesus.
Trixie?
God damn it, Trixie, wake up.
- Wake up, Trixie.
- (knock on door)
- Trixie, wake up--
- AW: Doc! Doc!
- What?!
- Doc!
- Stay the fuck over there!
- It's AW, Doc.
Stay the fuck over there, anyway.
Uh, I don't take your
bad temper personally, Doc.
The hours you're working
would try a saint.
What do you want?
(panting) I'm in pain, Doc,
in the small of my back,
which I'm aware is
a precursor symptom.
- When did the pain start?
- Am I warm?
Answer the question.
Well, it's become more
concentrated and severe.
- Why did you strike me?
- To secure your attention.
When did the pain start?
The original pain I've lived with
for quite some time,
but in this last period,
it's become much more
concentrated and severe.
In viewing the context of this outbreak,
I knew I should consult you.
- Ow.
- You don't have a fever.
- I don't?
- No.
You put on weight?
May I ask that query's relevance?
It's harder on your back
as you get fatter.
So in concert with the symptoms
I'm already exhibiting,
you'd say be alert for fever?
And work hard on your paper.
- And get yourself inoculated.
- Uh-huh.
And try to eat less.
You botched this job pretty good,
didn't you, young lady?
Now you listen to me--
if you want,
I will do the job for you right.
But first, I want you to know that
that rich woman is leaving town
and she told me that
she would take you with her.
I know that you
thought enough of that woman
to help her get off this... stuff
you tried to use to kill yourself with.
But what I don't know is
if you wanted to die period,
or 'cause you thought you didn't
have a way out of here?
'Cause you do have a way out.
Is that a vote for New York City?
All right, then.
(door opens)
Morning, Mr. Tolliver.
Good morning, Flora.
I swear I saw you leave
last night after your shift.
I come back.
A man was murdered where
my brother works, at The Gem saloon,
- and I got scared.
- You saw it, honey?
Yes, sir. I was there
picking my brother up.
You're brave to even be
in a joint like that.
And after,
you sought refuge
with Joanie, did you?
- Yes, sir.
- No better port in a storm.
- Anyways, I'll go change.
- Good girl. Good for you.
- You've settle in real good, Flora.
- Thank you, sir.
Mm-hmm, Joanie Stubbs.
Is that a fresh scalp
I see hanging from your belt?
She saw a gutting last night.
She was upset. I held her.
Terrance: I was watching
for you at the door, Flora,
but here you are already inside.
Not working yet, Terrance.
Poor thing.
Adjusting so smooth
to losing her cherry
and yet that upset by blood.
She lost her cherry back home.
I told you that.
Gonna put your garters on now?
I'll give you $2 for that apple
and a piece of cheese.
It's my knife.
You want to buy that?
I've got a fucking knife.
I'll just be a second--
take my brother his lunch.
Sure, honey.
Unless she ain't upset at all.
What happened now, Flora?
I thought you was changin'
into your garters.
You geek-looking fuck.
Get away from me before
I cut your fucking heart out.
(knocks)
It's Dr. Cochran.
Doctor.
Trixie tried to commit suicide
with laudanum.
- My God.
- She punctured her vein.
That's the only reason
why she's still alive.
Who's with her?
No one at the goddamn moment
is with her, Mrs. Garret.
Her situation in this camp isn't such
that that would be safe.
Which is why,
while trying to dissuade her
from future efforts at murdering herself,
I told a fib,
invoking your name
and willingness
to take her with you on your trip.
Last night, Doctor,
I made that very offer to Trixie.
She refused.
More precisely,
I offered to send Trixie
to New York
with the child,
to make the appropriate
introductions to my family
and to pay to see them established.
Is it possible, Mrs. Garret,
that leaving this camp
and heading to New York City
in service to you
and the child might,
to a girl like Trixie,
appear a more realistic proposition
than being dispatched
on some cruel masquerade?
Please tell her she's welcome.
Tell her she's necessary.
If her indisposition
doesn't preclude it,
I'd be happy to tell her myself.
Thank you, madam.
Ellsworth:
If I'm to get my throat cut, Dan,
I'd rather not exert myself further.
If I have any choice in the matter,
I'd prefer one behind the ear.
Keep climbing, Ellsworth.
You're off the hook for seeing
that New York dude's accident.
If Swearengen was
moved to trust,
I know you spoke for me hard.
Well, I didn't.
Didn't speak against you.
You might try takin'
a gander over to your right.
You don't have to tell me
where to fucking look.
If you're the goddamn assayer,
shouldn't I be following you?
Head on back down, Mr. Bullock.
We think we found
a formation worth looking at.
Young lady, thank Christ.
I'd feared after the murder
you'd shun us.
I come for lunch with Miles.
Bless you then
for being a caring sister.
- Miles!
- Sir?
Miles, you lucky son of a bitch,
your sister's here with your lunch.
She brought you a fresh apple
and some kind of delicacy
wrapped in swaddling.
I've been scrubbing that bloodstain
all mornin', and the cripple has too.
Situate your sister to spare her
staring at that fucking stain, huh?
- Let's do it.
- Now?
- Now, and get the fuck outta here.
- What if--
Flora, if we do it slow and right,
we're 50 miles gone
- before anyone knows we blew.
- My boss is onto me.
Savvy operator from Chicago
and you can tell he's on to you?
Savvy enough that he didn't crack
and I still could fucking tell.
You're full of shit.
You want to do it fast and dirty
so you have to cut somebody's throat.
- This joint you want to take?
- Where I work.
- Where your boss is onto you?
- I can move the dyke.
Held me in her arms all night
like I was a little fucking kid.
Can I assume
there's a fucking plan?
Mr. Bullock, what ho?
Mrs. Garret's room.
Number two.
Don't sell, Mrs. Garret.
Darling...
um, I'm going to be unspeakably rude
and leave you here alone
for just a moment
while I go downstairs
with Mr. Bullock,
who's just arrived
with the most interesting news,
and whom I-- I can't
receive here in my room,
particularly with you present--
for reasons too boring
and complex to explain.
So I'm going to go downstairs
to speak with Mr. Bullock
in Mr. Farnum's absurd restaurant,
then I'll come back up
and we will continue to ready
our leaving. All right, darling?
I'll be in the restaurant
for just one moment.
Can I bring you a glass of milk?
All right.
I'll-- I'll be right back.
May I inquire
as to the assay's outcome?
- Ask the owner.
- Mrs. Garret?
Is the technical term "bonanza"?
That's the look of it.
It's a bonanza, Mr. Farnum.
I see. Congratulations.
(whimpers)
Does the find change your mind
at all about New York City?
I can't see why it would.
I can't either, but I don't count.
Of course you count.
Why wouldn't you?
'Cause your changes of mind
come so quick and often I can't keep up.
I can't understand what changed
your mind from yesterday
when it was made up to stay.
I was made to understand last night
that my reasons
for wanting to stay have been
completely selfish.
- By who?
- Trixie.
I'd offered to send her
to New York City with the child,
where Trixie,
I've since come to realize,
would be completely unsuited
and because I wished
to stay here unencumbered
when I should be caring for the child.
Why can't you care for her here?
Where the fuck is he?
Said he was gonna go tell
the widow of her find.
How the fuck long
does it take to tell her?
I don't know, Al.
I'm here with you.
- Are you getting smart with me now?
- No.
Cocksucker Bullock.
When you can't stand the sight of him,
he's nowhere but underfoot.
Sir, my sister was told of a man
who resembles our father's
photograph down by Lead,
and I'd be grateful if this afternoon
I could go look and maybe I could
take a night shift to make up.
If I said no,
I'd hope you'd walk out
and go looking anyway,
then seek a new job elsewhere after.
That is what I'd do, sir.
All right, kid. Go look for him.
Tell Arnette at the livery stable
I'll stand metal for the horse.
If your sister looks with you,
tell Arnette I'm good for her mount.
So you think it's
a good idea to go?
It's why the fuck
you're here, isn't it?
Right.
I'm gonna go get the horses then.
Permission to leave
the bar, trooper.
Thanks to both of you.
Ah, struck rich
for the widow, huh, Bullock?
Free drink!
Big, huh?
Rich and fucking thick,
that vein is?
Not being expert,
I can't guess at the extent.
Dan's a fucking expert. When he's not
shit-faced drunk, so is Ellsworth.
The immediate result
is she won't be sellin'.
Of course, she fucking won't.
I should fucking think not, huh?
Not for any $20,000 at least.
Come here, Bullock.
Come drink with your vanquished foe.
Al: Very good of you
and Mr. Star, incidentally,
to make your venue available
so the hoople-heads could get vaccinated.
I was the second hoople-head stuck.
Them riders that
brought the vaccine
say the heathens have been
called back to the agency.
In a spasm of good sense,
they're fucking going.
I heard.
Before you know it, we'll have
laws here and every other fucking thing.
Yeah, which brings me, Bullock,
to the matter of the widow.
I wanted to show you
my bona fides for cooperation.
If a treaty is signed,
be wise for you and me
to paddle in the same direction.
Tics or habits of behavior
either finds dislikable in the other
gotta be overlooked
or taken with a grain of salt.
Would your bona fides extend
to Mrs. Garret's future safety?
My oath on this:
every day that the widow sits
on her ass in New York City,
looks west at sunset
and thinks to herself,
"God bless you ignorant
cocksuckers in Deadwood,
who strive mightily and at little money
to add to my ever-increasing fortune,"
she'll be safe from the wiles
of Al Swearengen.
She's stayin'.
The oath stands
as a gesture to you.
- Can I take a shave over here?
- Please.
Barney, be careful in the area
of the throat, huh?
If you authorized an offer
of 20 on the widow's claim...
your agent was looking
to skim a little cream.
- How high did EB go?
- $19,500.
I wouldn't trust a man
that wouldn't try to steal a little.
Where's that fucking whore?
You stay here, sweetheart.
I'm so very sorry...
for any part that
I may have played in this.
I don't remember you being the one
that made me a whore, Mrs. Garret.
I'm going to stay in the camp
with the child, Trixie.
Dr. Cochran explained
to me the difficulties
your extraordinary kindness toward me
has put you in in relationship
to Mr. Swearengen.
If you wish to stay,
I'd be so grateful
if you'd stay with us.
But perhaps you want to go, Trixie.
If you do...
take this...
as your earnest claim on the future.
I'll send you more.
I appear to have struck it rich.
I'll send you all that you need.
Girl: Trixie?
Trixie?
Hello, sweetheart.
(whispers)
Don't I look tired?
Sofia.
Sofia.
Sofia.
You're so beautiful.
I should've guessed it.
Take her home, Mrs. Garret.
How do you take my suggestion?
Are you sure that gold's real?
Absolutely.
Uh, let me think things through.
All right.
(door opens, closes)
- What's your name?
- Elizabeth.
- I'm quittin'.
- All right, Flora.
I left a pin up in your room.
I wanna go look for it.
Go ahead and look.
When does the part come when that little
piece of trim finally gets into
her working clothes and starts
making us some fucking money?
She's quitting, Cy.
She's quitting?
And that seems to be your room
she's walking into yet again.
She lost a pin up there.
A pin?
Can you tell the stones
from the paste?
Show me which is which.
I don't think so.
- Let me take it.
- Get outta here, Flora.
Put down my things and I'll let you
get out without raising hell.
Why don't let me go with your things
and shut your fucking mouth?
Because I remind you of whoever
the fuck I remind you of.
No.
Now what are you gonna do,
Flora, kill me?
Maybe.
You think you're gonna
get out of here alive?
- I'll give it a goddamn whirl.
- You're not gonna get out alive.
You're gonna die here.
Who am I?
Your little baby?
Your little sister?
You?
I wouldn't move this.
- Did you find your pin?
- I did, sir.
Joanie tells me you're leaving us.
Can't take it anymore, sir.
Decided I wasn't cut out for it.
My brother too.
Decided he wasn't cut out for what?
Sweeping up
at The Gem saloon.
(chuckling)
I see.
My first take on your meaning was
they were fucking your brother
for money over there
like you was gettin' done to here.
- Step aside and let me do my business.
- (door closes)
And what is your fucking business?!
You with your beady little ferret eyes.
She came to say goodbye, Cy.
She's moving on.
- It don't feel right to me, babe.
- (grunts)
But if I'm mistaken in my judgment,
may I regret what I just did
for the rest of my life.
- Now let her go!
- (grunts)
- (Flora screaming)
- You little cunt!
You're gonna die here!
(continues screaming)
Come on!
Get outta here. Get her out front.
Get around! They're goin' over the top!
Come on.
Don't impede her progress, Joanie.
Don't do nothing rash.
- What are you doing?
- What's none of your business!
Them two robbed my joint.
That's where they're gonna be dealt with.
I guess they needn't
get beat anymore out here.
Take 'em the fuck inside, boys.
And you can help your delicate
sensibilities by turning the fuck away.
Cy wants you up there, honey.
Cy: I tell you, sweetheart, your face
come out of that in pretty good shape.
Matters took a happy turn,
you could still probably work.
(door opens)
Come on in, honey,
over here on what the dagos
call my sinister side.
Although your beady little rat eyes
don't seem like they're taking in the view.
You bust something up
there, sweetheart?!
Does that fuckin' hurt you?!
You fuckin' understand me?!
See, that upsets Joanie now.
"Oh, Cy, do up the boy.
My God, I can't stand to see the other."
You want me to see to the boy, Joanie?
'Cause you know
I'm clay in your hands.
- Cy.
- What is it, Eddie?
- We could all be elsewhere?
- Nothing but true.
Are you awake, Miles?
Don't be fucking
passing out, youngster.
Next breath you draw, the smell of sulfur's
liable to be strong in your nose.
Where is your fucking nose, anyway?
Fuck it, Miles!
You're found fuckin'
guilty of being a cunt.
I'm hereby passing judgment
for your lettin' this bitch
push you around and tell you what to do
when you were supposed to be a man
and showing her the fucking rules!
You hear me, Miles?
Enough of being the cunt you are now,
before you could have been a man,
done your fucking part,
you little piece of shit.
- (whimpers)
- I know you don't want out of here, Joanie.
- Don't hurt her, Cy.
- Don't hurt her?
You mean before I kill her?
Yes.
Listen to that, Flora.
That's the person you robbed,
who had those kind of feelings for you.
But I'm the one you stabbed.
See, I think your fuckin'
skull's broken, Flora.
If you're trying for the knife,
it's maybe a foot to your left.
This is fucking pitiful.
Why don't you put that
out of its misery?
(moaning)
- (gunshot)
- (grunts)
Don't do nothin'.
Whatever you want to do
will be a mistake.
You keep drawing breath right here.
(piano playing)
You did everything you could, EB,
to preserve our fucking interests.
I mean, you know,
sometimes the cards go cold.
Far as the events at the Bella Union,
by all accounts,
it was two young thieves,
a boy and a girl.
We all know who they are.
Who they are now is
late night vittles for Wu's pigs.
That young girl had me fooled.
Your dick had you fooled.
And in that state of addlement,
you mistook her purpose,
her so-called brother's
and their entire fucking cockeyed story.
You did do everything
you could, didn't you, EB?
- You went to the limit on our offer.
- Everything humanly possible.
- You did go to the limit?
- Well, I went to the limit's precipice.
Sounds like you didn't go to the limit.
Al, I held back a few dollars--
- against some final unforeseen turn.
- So we'll never know if them few dollars
you held back wouldn't have
made us both fucking rich.
(retching)
I'm going up.
Find out how much Tolliver paid Wu.
Don't want to be suckin'
hind tit on disposal fees.
Don't think I enjoyed
that bullshit, Joanie.
Certain things you have to do
to impress upon people
what you're willing to do.
Do you like it? No.
Do you enjoy it? No.
Do you have to look
like you do? Yes.
I got Eddie in there.
Gotta let him know.
Capra's downstairs,
gonna hear about it.
When people come to rob you,
Joanie, you gotta get rough.
If it looks like an act,
it's not gonna work.
And then I grab your hand...
and I think, "My God,
this poor fucking girl."
But I did what I had to do in that room.
And now I'm out here.
I'm telling you,
your happiness
is important to me.
And whatever the fuck I gotta do,
if you're too much in my shadow,
if I make things too tough on you,
then we'll stop it.
- We're gonna do something else.
- Cy.
You bring warmth into my life.
I can't bear to see you
unhappy like this.
I want...
to set you up
in your own business here.
Independent fucking operator.
I'll put up the money.
Any kind of interest
in return, that's fine,
but that ain't what this is about.
It'll be your place.
I want you to feel when I walk in there
that you can say, "I'm busy, Cy.
Come back later."
I want you to watch me
turn around when you say that
like I'm some rube trick
with my chin down on the floor.
"When should I try
you again, Joanie?"
"I'll let you know, Cy."
That's how I want you to feel.
I used to make you warm,
didn't I, Cy?
And I could make you feel like
something was funny.
You still do, honey.
When you're happy, you still do.
Kill me too, Cy,
or let me go.
I understood myself to be sayin', Joanie,
I want to find a way
to give you a looser fucking rein.
You've gotta figure out
a way to mean it.
If you don't kill me or let me go,
I'm gonna kill you.
Has he got you at your hands and knees
at 2:00 in the fucking morning?
I got myself on
my hands and knees,
wondering what became of you.
Wake up, David.
I'm up.
♪ Row row row
row your boat ♪
♪ Gently down the stream ♪
♪ Merrily merrily
merrily merrily ♪
♪ Life is but a dream... ♪
(door opens)
(country ballad playing)
♪ I was a-standin'
by my window ♪
♪ Oh, one cold and cloudy day ♪
♪ When I saw that
hearse come rollin' ♪
♪ For to carry my mother away ♪
♪ Will a circle be unbroken? ♪
♪ By and by, Lord,
by and by ♪
♪ There's a better home
awaiting ♪
♪ In the sky, Lord, in the sky. ♪
Yeah yeah yeah.