Episode #10 – “Mr. Wu”

(Morning, hardware store)

Sol: (sighs - Makes thumb gesture towards door.)

Seth: Yeah. What was in my mind to raise my hand?

Sol: Anyways, time for breakfast.

Seth: You go ahead.

Sol: Bullshit. Come on.

(Seth gets up, starts to door then doubles back for the paper. They leave.)

Seth: (sighs) Would a letter to the paper be an idea? Same time I give the proposal to

Farnum?

Sol: Yes.

Seth: Marshal public sentiment in favor, maybe fence ‘em in a little.

Sol: Excellent approach.

Seth: Goddamn quicksand is what these commissioners positions amount to.

Sol: Yes, they do.

Seth: It’s all a hoot and a holler to you though, ain’t it. Sol?

Sol: No, it isn’t.

Seth: (Sees Farnum) Jesus Christ.

E.B.: Breakfast vittles at the ready, gentlemen.

Sol: Mayor.

Seth: As far as use for the fees to be levied on businesses, I worked a proposal up on a permanent infirmary and a camp dump.

E.B.: The first use for those fees is payin’ bribes to the legislature. Their bag man’s in transit.

Seth: Well, if there’s anything fuckin’ left.

E.B.: Why, Mr. Bullock, you sound like you want to wring my neck. (chuckles) We’ll submit your ideas, Bullock, and by all means, I’ll take them under advisement. Always glad to hear from the camp health commissioner.

Seth: (To Sol as EB walks away) Give the idea to the damn paper first.

(They enter restaurant – EB is crossing the street and brushes past a horse)

E.B.: Please, take your passage. Cocksucker. (E.B. spots Mr Wu heading for the Gem’s front door) What is this celestial doin’ approachin’ the Gem’s front door? (Sees the titlicker approach the Gem) The titlicker.

(Mr. Wu enters the front door of the Gem – Johnny hurries up to him.)

Johnny: Whoa – whoa – whoa – whoa – whoa – whoa! Stop where the fuck you are, Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu: Swe’gen.

Johnny: Yeah, well I’ll get Mr. “Swe’gen,” but first, you gotta walk the fuck out and come around the back.

Mr. Wu: (Crosses arms) Swe’gen.

Johnny: Uh, no, no! No! (Sees others about to enter, including the titlicker) No, closed for a while. Lick Later. (Yelling up to the office) We got us a situation here, Al! (Gestures to Mr. Wu) Come in the front fuckin’ door.

Al: Bring him up.

Johnny: You want me to take him out and bring him around back?

Al: Bring him the fuck up.

Johnny: Come on, Mr. Wu. Come on.

(Al’s office –Al is pissing)

Johnny: (clears throat)

Al: Put him in the chair and get out, Johnny.

Johnny: Sit. Sit! He won’t sit.

Al: (To Johnny) Get out.

Johnny: Yes, sir.

Al: What is it, Wu?

Mr. Wu: (drawing) Tongyun – Tsok Tsai

(downstairs)

Johnny: Do you think I should open it back up?

Dan: I believe that’s what Al would want.

(Johnny opens the doors to the titlicker and E.B. – Dan motions to the whores who giggle and head to the licking room)

Dan: Mayor.

E.B.: August commencement to my administration…(To Johnny) Stand stymied outside a saloon, beside a degenerate titlicker.

(Al’s office, he’s looking at Mr. Wu’s sketch)

Al: Now, the---this---this is one of you, huh?

Mr. Wu: Hough, Tong yun n tong yun

Al: Oh, the—this is him dead?

Mr. Wu: Au. Ho…Heyan.

Al: And these two.

Mr. Wu: Bok Gwai Lo…cocksucka!

Al: Yeah, glad I taught you that fuckin’ word. These are whites, huh?

Mr. Wu: uh, white cocksucka! (Pulls out dope bag)

Al: Two white cocksuckers killed him and stole the dope that he was bringing to you.

Mr. Wu: White cocksucka! You, Swe’gen (gestures to the bag and Al)

Al: The dope that you were gonna fuckin’ sell to me?

Mr. Wu: White cocksucka.

Al: These two white cocksuckers? Who the fuck did it?

Mr. Wu: Wu!

Al: Who, you ignorant fuckin’ chink!

Mr. Wu: Wu?!

Al: Who?! Who?! Who stole the fucking dope?!

Mr. Wu: Cocksucka!

Al: Aw, Jesus.

Johnny: Those are the first “cocksuckers” I have ever heard shouted from that room, Dan, that didn’t come from Al’s mouth that wasn’t followed by Al comin’ over to that railin’, pointin’ at you and beckoning you up them stairs with your fuckin’ knife.

(Titlicker comes out with his hanky to his mouth wiping it clean)

E.B.: I begrudge that pervert his capacity for happiness. I do.

Johnny: (Looking up at the office) Them people worship a fat man seated on his ass.

Al: You listen to me, hmm? Listen. (Tugs ear) I (hand shadowing eyes, turns head side to side) find cocksuckers (Points to drawing). I find. (Repeats hand eye motion) I find dope (holds dope bag out) and cocksuckers (points to drawing) who steal (pulls dope bag to chest) fuckin’ dope, huh? (Throws dope bag down)

Mr. Wu: Cocksucka.

Al: Oh, yeah. (Walking Wu down the stairs) I’ll find those fucking cocksuckers. Now get the fuck out of here, Wu. The back way, you understand? The back way, or we’ll start getting people having the wrong fucking idea of things around here, huh? (Wu leaves by the back)

Al: (To Dan) Where’s the dope fiend?

Dan: I ain’t seen Jimmy Irons in three or four days.

Al: Fucking find him. (Turns head to E.B.) Morning, E.B.

E.B.: Morning, sir. Anything the mayor should know?

Al: Name of another tailor.

(Johnny smiles – Al leaves bar, E.B. scurries after him as Al’s heading up the stairs.)

E.B.: Didn’t we have an engagement to stuff envelopes, Al?

Al: Not ‘til I get the currency to stuff ‘em with.

(Out on the street – we see Silas arrive in town on horseback, with his Hawkeye)

(Grand Central dining room)

Merrick: “Any person who causes offal, manure, rubbish or filth to be discharged in the common areas of the camp except in the areas designated the camp dump, shall be subject to a fine of not less than a dollar or more (Seth and Alma see each other – Seth smiles) than three dollars. Such revenues to be used for dump upkeep and to build and keep up a camp infirmary.” (Alma enters, Seth and Sol, men in background, rise. Seth takes hat off to her)

That’s excellent, Mr. Bullock.

Seth: (To Alma) Mornin’,

Alma: Good morning, Mr. Bullock. Gentlemen. (Merrick rises, uncomfortably)

Sol: Mrs. Garrett.

Merrick: Um, good morning, madam.

Sophia: Good Morning!

Merrick: And good morning to you, young lady. It’s Mr. Bullock’s ideas on uh…refuse disposal. Uh, it is terribly crowded today.

Alma: Mmm.

Merrick: We were just remarking just yesterday that it couldn’t possibly (Seth nods his head to the exit at the guys across the room). And yet today, it is. (Guys get up – Alma immediately directs Sophia to the empty table.)

(Silas Adams dismounts, enters Grand Central Hotel.)

Silas: I’m gonna ask after E.B. Farnum.

Richardson: Mr. Farnum’s away from the desk.

(Silas takes a coin out, slides it to Richardson.)

Richardson: Gem Saloon, across the way.

Silas: Two rooms.

Richardson: There’s no vacancy, sir.

(Silas takes out another coin and places it next to the other.)

Richardson: I’ll work it out while you eat.

Silas: There’s a man outside with two horses. You send the man inside, see the horses stabled. Don’t ask no fuckin’ extra for it.

Richardson: Yes, sir.

(Dining room)

Merrick: Mr. Farnum’s doing a land office business. Or should I say Mayor Farnum. (Seth is looking at Alma as Merrick says this)

Seth: (Looking back to Merrick) Don’t, unless you feel you have to.

Merrick: That very attractive solitary woman is Miss Joanie Stubbs, a supervisory figure at Cy Tolliver’s Bella Union Saloon.

Sol: You cravat’s in your bacon.

Merrick: Oh.

Silas: (Standing in the food line at the restaurant) Fuck this! (He leaves)

Utter: (Standing in line to sit down) Agh! Is it fuckin’ crowded in here or you just got some big fuckin’ feet? Maybe it’s the lethal combination of ‘em both.

(Gem saloon, E.B.is counting money into envelopes, licking his thumb after placing each bill in it’s stack.)

EB.: This one legislator’s named on the list you were given twice, Al. Lucalis Childs of Bismark.

Al: Give him two envelopes. I’ll call him on it if it ever suits my purposes. As damp as your hands are, why do you continuously lick your fuckin’ thumb?

EB.: Habit, I suppose.

Al: Could you learn the habit of lickin’ a fuckin’ stump? (E.B. chuckles)

EB: If health commissioner Bullock, has his way, some of the levies meant to defray the cost of these payoffs may get diverted.

Al: To what?

EB: Infirmary for the camp. Garbage dump.

Al: Well, that type of shit’s inevitable. E.B., steal none of this money.

EB: Gratuitous, hurtful and unnecessary.

Al: When I deal with these cocksuckers down the road. I need to be able to look any one of ‘em in the eye, name what they were paid and know I’m right.

EB: Understood. Intact and undiminished.

(Al sees Silas walk in)

EB: What is it, Al?

Al: Half a chance this could be him.

EB: The bag man? He wasn’t to be here ‘til tonight.

(Silas approaches)

Silas: Name’s Silas Adams. I’m looking for E.B. Farnum.

EB: (Standing up) I’m Mayor E.B. Farnum, Mr. Adams. And this is Al Swearengen.

(E.B. gestures to Al; Al nods his head but doesn’t get up.)

Silas: I’m to give this to you from Magistrate Claggett, (to E.B. pointing at the envelopes) And you’re to give those to me.

Al: Pour yourself and your friend a drink! (Silas heads to the bar, Al reads the letter.) Stop! (Silas turns around) You motherless fucking whores. (E.B. jumps up)

Silas: Fuck you!

Al: Fuck me?!

EB: Gentlemen!

Al: You know what he says here?

Silas: No. You think you should’ve asked me that before you motherfucked me?

Al: A double-crossing cocksucker, that’s Magistrate Claggett.

Silas: Is that the message you want me to take back to him?

Al: That’s the gist of it. Let me put it in a better way before I send you and your mute friend back down the fuckin’ trail.

Silas: No later than tonight.

Al: You givin’ me a time limit?

Silas: Yeah.

Al: Pussy and whiskey free if you want it.

Silas: I make my own arrangements. (Starts to leave, Al nods to E.B. & the envelopes)

EB: Mr. Adams, may I accompany you to my hotel, sir? Mr. Adams? (E.B.’s running out after Silas. Al pounds the table.)

Johnny: Hey, Al. Dan’s got Jimmy Irons.

Al: Tell him I’ll receive him in my fucking chambers, Okay?

(Grand Central Hotel)

Richardson: (To miner guy at counter) Get out of here.

Silas: You work out the rooms?

Richardson: You gotta share.

Silas: Just send up two plates of fuckin’ food.

Hawkeye: And don’t spit in ‘em, partner.

Joanie: Mr. Utter. (Sees Charlie standing in line, walking up to Charlie Utter in the food line) I’d ‘bout given up hope.

Utter: Yes. (Following Joanie back to her table, waves at Merrick, Seth and Sol, hangs up his hat on the antlers and sits down.) Mighty kind of you Miss Stubbs. (Sophia is playing peek-a-boo with Utter)

Joanie: How’s the freight business working out?

Utter: All a man could wish for and verging on more than he can handle.

Joanie: (chuckles) Glad to hear it.

Utter: (Winks at Sophia – she smiles) How’d you do, uh, looking for your whorehouse?

Joanie: I ain’t found a spot yet. I guess, to be more honest, I’d say I found a few. But I ain’t settled on one yet, absolutely.

Utter: I see.

Sol: Everyone done? Except now I fear for our lives.

Merrick: I’m done. Let’s take a nice brisk walk. (Getting up) Shit. Oh God, did I – did I—did I spill on anyone?

Sol: No.

Merrick: Sorry.

(Sol tips hat to Joanie, Seth smiles at Alma.)

Utter: Where y’all headed?

Merrick: Mmm, gonna take the air. Join us if uh, the opportunity permits. (Jerks head to exit)

Joanie: It’s good to see you, Charlie. Have a good day.

Utter: You too, Miss Stubbs.

Merrick: Madam, (To Alma) as crowded as it was yesterday and more so today, it shows no sign of becoming less crowded. (Bends over to pick up something that he dropped)

Guy: You mind gettin’ your ass out of my shoulder?

Utter: (Slaps guy on the back) You got a rude fuckin’ mouth, fella. (Looks up and over, sees Alma and puts a finger to his lips) Uh – ‘scuse me.

(Outside on porch)

Merrick: Conditions in that dining room have grown increasingly oppressive. (Takes a deep breath and points the way ahead)

Sol: It’s crowded, for a fact.

Seth: Price of the camp’s success.

Utter: That fella was being smart with you, Merrick. Your ass was nowhere near his shoulder.

Merrick: Well, whatever my proximity, it was certainly unintentional.

Utter: Well, believe me, I had the angle.

Sol: We was just remarkin’ how tight it’s all gettin’ in there.

(They all step over a drunk on the boardwalk, Sol and Merrick in the lead, Seth and Utter behind.)

Merrick: Ah, ye how many memories fond to the recollection have their setting in that tight little dining room?

Utter: Yeah, well it’s fucked now.

Seth: Anyways, we ought to open soon.

Merrick: Who would argue that the venue was the cause of these happy memories, nor the bill of fare? The bitter coffee, the rancid bacon, those stale biscuits that were tomb and grave to so many insects. No, gentlemen, it was the meandering conversation, the lingering with men of character, some whom are walking with me now, that were suck pleasure to experience and such a joy now to recall.

Sol: Good of you to say, Mr. Merrick.

Utter: Yeah, back at ya as far as that goes.

Seth: Yeah.

Merrick: Gentlemen, what’s to prevent up from freeing our friendship from dependence on that little dining room? Relying not on happenstance and appetite to further commence between us, but on our own conscious choice?

(Seth grabs Sol’s arm)

Utter: Meanin’ what?

Merrick: Meaning, Mr. Utter, the most informal and disorganized of clubs.

Seth: We gotta open, Sol.

Utter: Yeah, I don’t join clubs.

Merrick: Ah, now, its sole purpose could be just walking together as we are now.

Sol: Well, why don’t we just walk together when we happen to be out?

Merrick: We could, we could, or we could dedicate ourselves to the principle of walking together. Would it—maybe all we need is a name.

Seth: Sol? We gotta open.

Utter: Yeah, I got freight comin’ in.

Sol: This was good. I enjoyed this.

Utter: Yeah, we’ll do it again.

Seth: Morning, Mr. Merrick.

Merrick: Thank you, Mr. Bullock. And thank you for the uh, letter to the editor. (They’ve all left, Merrick is alone on the porch – ruminating on his walking club.) The Ambulators. Huh.

(Al’s office.)

Al: Where have you been, Jimmy?

Jimmy: So fuckin’ sick, Mr. Swearengen. Chills, fever.

Al: Yeah, I hear it still in your chest.

Jimmy: Couple times, felt like turnin’ my face to the fuckin’ wall.

Al: Fuckin’ pale you are, too.

Jimmy: I—I’ve rounded the corner, though. Plan for my return today or tomorrow.

Al: Wu’s opium courier was robbed.

Jimmy: Oh, is that so? Well, was it money they got or dope?

Al: All his fuckin’ dope.

Jimmy: Uh-oh, so you didn’t get your resupply?

Al: No.

Jimmy: Had you any laid by?

Al: No, sir. Uh-oh, hey, Jimmy?

Jimmy: It sounds like I’m in for a dry time. (sighs) Some more aches and pains comin’ up for me. Uh, when Wu suppose he hear again from California? (Al shake his head) Can he even make himself understood to you? I’m that amazed how the fuck you and him can make yourselves understood anyway to each other. (chuckles)

Al: Jimmy, what become of the dope fiend faro dealer that I hired to apprise me of what transpired over at Tolliver’s?

Jimmy: Uh, Leon?

Al: Leon, that’s right.

Jimmy: Geez, he just disappeared, didn’t he? Where the fuck has he got to?

Al: You’ve been wrong ever since you walked in here. You know that, Jimmy, don’t you?

Jimmy: Well, like I said, sir, I feel like hell.

Al: Is that what I mean?

Jimmy: Well, what do you mean, Mr. Swearengen?

Al: You been lyin’, Jimmy. (inhales audibly) Smell of cat’s piss, in this room is so bad, I want to burn down the fuckin’ building. (inhales & exhales audibly)

Jimmy: I—I’m nervous, sir. I’m always nervous around you.

Al: Nervousness don’t cause that. Lyin’ causes cat piss smell. (inhales & exhales audibly) I want to tear this entire fuckin’ structure down, huh. I’ll strangle you and throw you off the balcony, you stinkin’ little cocksucker, if you don’t hurry to tell me where and what’s left of that fuckin’ dope that you and that other fuckin’ weasel have been slammin’ into your dope fiend fuckin’ veins during your fuckin’ convalescence.

Jimmy: God, Mr. Swearengen—

(Al smacks Jimmy hard on the head, knocks him to the floor)

Al: Jesus, what a fuckin’ stink! Not to mention you kill a fucking chink courier and the headache over that I’m gonna have with fuckin’ Wu if I ever get this fucking stench out of my fuckin’ nostril.

Jimmy: I just shit myself, sir. I’m sayin’ it now before the smell gets you.

Al: You shit yourself?

Jimmy: I’m sorry.

Al: Go ahead, throw yourself off the balcony.

Jimmy: I’m gonna crawl, sir. I shouldn’t stand.

Al: Where’s the fucking dope?

Jimmy: At Leon’s, I’ll show you exactly. I’ll tell you everything. We were four days up in his room.

Al: Hurry the fuck up. Go on throw yourself, huh? And stay in the fuckin’ muck until I’m down there.

Jimmy: I just got a splinter the length of my arm in my fuckin’ palm. It’s alright.

Al: Go. Go, Jimmy, come on. Come on, get your shit-smeared ass off my balcony. Go, go, go!

(Jimmy climbs over the balcony railing and falls into the muck.)

Jimmy: Ugh! I—I hurt my arm. But I’m okay.

Al: (points at Jimmy) You fuckin’ lie there now.

Jimmy: I’m just gonna roll forward so uh, so I don’t get trampled.

(Al descending stairs…)

Al: (To Johnny) Jimmy Irons is in the muck. Don’t let him scuttle off until Dan emerges with other orders.

Dan: How’d it go with Jimmy?

Al: Lyin’ thievin’ cocksucker threw himself off the balcony. He’ll lead you to whatever shithole him and that dope fiend faro dealer from Tolliver’s have been usin’ to slam Wu’s junk into their arms. Change Irons into a pair of the other cocksuckers trousers and bring ‘em both back here, plus whatever dope’s left.

Dan: Alright.

Al: Is that the fuckin’ Reverend idlin’ by the piano?

Dan: Yes, sir.

Al: Has he explained his presence at all?

Dan: No, sir. But he ain’t been tryin’ to lead no lost souls to the Lord.

Al: So there’s that.

(Dan grabs his hat & leaves, The Rev. Smith is sitting next to the new piano, enjoying a tune, Al approaches the Rev.)

Al: Reverend.

Rev: Uh, Mr. Swearengen. Your new piano plays wonderfully.

Al: Ain’t it delightful? (To the piano player) Dave, go get a free touch from Wanda, huh? (To the Rev) What’s the matter with your eye?

Rev: I-I’m not certain. Something’s been amiss the last week or so.

Al: Anyways, not wanting to give offense, would you mind me asking you to frequent another joint?

Rev: No. No, I understand.

Al: A man of the cloth slows business down, huh?

Rev: I-I understand, certainly. (Rev gets up from his chair with some trouble)

Al: Hey, what – what’s that then, hmm?

Rev: Something amiss with my leg, as well. (Al takes his arm and walks him to the door)

Al: Ah. How you dealin’ with the fits, huh?

Rev: Nothing amiss with those. They come with some regularity.

Al: My brother suffered them.

Rev: Did he?

Al: Any case, don’t take me for inhospitable. Off hours, any purpose you want to visit, hmm (drinking motion), hmm? (fucking motion) Incognito or the like, I’ll be happy to make it work.

Rev: I just happened to hear the piano.

Al: Alright, Minister.

Rev: Alright, Mr. Swearengen.

(Reverend leaves, Al turns around and walks across room)

Al: Fuckin’ new piano.

(Hostetler walks into the hardware store)

Sol: Afternoon. (Seth rises)

Seth: Afternoon, Hostetler.

Hostetler: Afternoon. Now, I got other interests in my property. If’n you want it, better make a offer.

Seth: I’m not gonna make an offer today.

Hostetler: Mmm. How much time would you need?

Seth: I don’t know, Hostetler. I said when I was ready I’d be by to you. You don’t want to rush me.

Hostetler: I was giving you first opportunity. No one is rushing you.

Seth: Alright.

Hostetler: Fair offer from other interests, I’m gonna take it.

Seth: (Impatiently) Alright, Hostetler.

Hostetler: I’ll be havin’ a pick ax.

Sol: Bargain at seven dollars.

(Joanie’s room – there’s a knock on the door)

Joanie: It’s open.

Eddie: Hi ya, kid.

Joanie: Hi, Eddie. (They hug)

Eddie: Did that bloodstain get you the special rate?

Joanie: (chuckles) Have a seat, Eddie. I’d offer you a drink, but I don’t have any booze.

Eddie: Settle on a location for you new place yet?

Joanie: I’m looking.

Eddie: Good.

Joanie: That’s a lie.

Eddie: As long as it’s the only one you ever told me.

Joanie: I don’t want Cy to back me, and I don’t know how to do anything without him.

Eddie: I’ll back you.

Joanie: You don’t have that kind of money.

Eddie: I will.

Joanie: You gonna turn prospector, Eddie?

Eddie: I’m gonna rob Cy.

Joanie: Don’t Eddie. He’ll know.

Eddie: What’s the time, kid? (Joanie looks in her hip pouch – no watch) No, he won’t.

(Al’s office with Jimmy Irons, Leon seated, Dan and Johnny standing guard, Al sitting at his desk.)

Al: I do business with this fucking man. Wu does 50 fuckin’ things for me. You rob his fucking courier and kill the cocksucker. What the fuck do I do with you, huh?

Leon: I’m so fucked up, Mr. Swearengen. I can’t make a case for myself.

Al: Well, what would you want to say? From you, I have received no service of any kind at any point. That chair would make a better spy. (Kicks chair Leon is sitting in hard, it tips over.)

Leon: Oh! Oww…

Jimmy: I’ve worked hard for you, Mr. Swearengen. My habit’s a fuckin’ curse.

Leon: Oh, God. I wish to fuck I never took up opium in my life.

Jimmy: If somethin’ might persuade you, Mr. Swearengen, to say you couldn’t find us and give us a day’s start out of fuckin’ camp. You got almost half the dope back, maybe a little less.

Al:So I give him a little less than half the dope, which you bein’ the cat piss stinkin’ liars you are, he’ll probably draw a picture explaining it’s ten percent of the dope. And then I’ll probably draw a picture for him, portraying myself a cunt! “Cause in that chink mind of his, I’m supposed to bring you to him for his pig’s fuckin’ supper.

Jimmy: Please fuckin’ God, Mr. Swearengen, don’t give us to Wu for his pigs.

Leon: (Gags, vomits, sobs)

(Al nods to Johnny, Johnny looks at Dan, Dan motions to Johnny, Johnny points to Himself, “who me?” walks to Jimmy Irons and taps him on the shoulder, points to the vomit on the floor, hands him a towel. Johnny, proud f, hooks his thumbs in his suspenders and rocks on his heels.)

(Al and Dan have gone to see Wu at his meat locker/ice house)

Mr. Wu: Wey! As sign a! Dit toy bin do wa! Ne fie di ja oh wa ne fie de wa!

Al We’re here to be overcharged on some fuckin’ meat. Will your chink highness fucking permit us to go inside and get robbed blind on a side of elk?

(Mr. Wu unlocks the door of the meat locker and motions them inside)

Al:I found the cocksuckers that stole your dope and that’s what’s left of the fuckin’ shipment. (Shows Mr. Wu the ball of dope – swaddled in burlap)

Mr. Wu: Cocksuckas! (Slit motion across neck)

Al:Oh, yeah, I’m all fuckin’ for it, Wu. But neither of us would have reached our present comfortable position freezing our balls off if we didn’t understand you can’t cut the throat of every cocksucker whose character it would improve.

Mr. Wu: Cocksucka! (Slit throat motion again)

Al Yeah, well, what happens after the white cocksuckers throats have been cut and two dozen more white cocksuckers get their loads on and decide to teach you and all you chink friends a fuckin’ lesson? Who’s gonna walk away from that get together, huh, Wu?

Mr. Wu: Cocksucka!

Al: Yeah, cocksucker. Swe’gen bring you cocksucker.

Mr. Wu: (sighs) Swe’gen.

Al: But only one, Wu. One cocksucker, not two. (Holds up fingers to illustrate)

Mr. Wu: Cocksucker (slits throat) One. No two. (Holds fingers up to illustrate like Al did)

Al: I give up two whites for one chink. When they’re finished stringin’ you up, they’ll come get me. (Points to meat) How much?

Mr. Wu: (Shakes head no, motions to meat) Swe’gen.

(Al bows head to Mr. Wu, Dan unhooks the meat while Mr. Wu exits the meat locker)

Al: Even money this’ll end up a fuckin’ blood bath.

(They exit the meat locker, Al speaks in a louder tone than normal)

Al: Every fuckin’ time I come with one price in mind and leave having paid in double. How does this Wu do it to me, huh?

Dan: Think the chinks understand you?

Al: (Talking normally) They understand my fuckin’ attitude, that he’s a fuckin’ wily big shot. Builds him up amongst his people. (lowers his voice) Take them two dope fiends over to the baths while I converse with Tolliver over which one gets murdered, huh?

(Al walks over to Mr. Wu, holds up one finger, Mr. Wu nods yes, Al holds up two fingers, Mr. Wu shakes his head no – reluctantly.)

Dan: (loudly, to the Chinese) It’s a nice piece of meat.

Al: So cut a piece off for yourself. Put the rest in the cellar, then take them hoople-heads over to the baths.

Dan: (Loudly – to Mr. Wu) Nice Meat!

(Dan leaves. Mr. Wu looks at his men and walks towards them, yelling)

Mr. Wu: A Lea lila e fong goon ga doa gwee er….

(Al enters the Bella Union, Cy is standing at the bar with his back to the door, smoking a cigar and drinking a whiskey)

Al: If it’s your missing faro dealer you’re drinking over, he just threw up in my office.

Cy: (snickers) Had you been sharin’ space with him a while?

Al: Only long enough to find out him and a fellow dope fiend works for me robbed and murdered a chink opium courier.

Cy: Oh, Leon, Leon, Leon. Second best thimble rigger I ever saw when he wasn’t chasin’ the dragon.

Al: You do realize I’m presentin’ you with a mutual fuckin’ problem.

Cy: Which I expect’s a little ways down the road, so I’m waxin’ philosophical ‘til you tell me what the fuck you want.

Al: I made a deal with the boss chink to give him one of the two dope fiends.

Cy: Oh. Do I assume some piece of the opium this courier bore was intended for you? Ah, so you got a reason to keep the chink boss happy. I don’t, so I can stand on principle.

Al: What’s your fuckin’ principle?

Cy: A white dope fiend’s still white. I don’t deliver white men to chinks.

Al: Leaving me with a bag of shit to hold.

Cy: Well, maybe you should think harder about traffickin’ in fuckin’ junk.

Al: