Episode 11
“Jewel’s
Boot is Made for Walking”
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(Al’s bedroom, Trixie is looking out window)
Al: A slob
mick cop in Chicago gonna take me off for 35 dollars. Just because he thinks he can.
‘cause when he comes around for his free fuckin’ meal and to have his
prick sucked and collect his weekly 20 fuckin’ dollars from the woman that runs
the whorehouse, I’m there buying girls to bring out to the camps. I knifed the tub of guts. That’s what this cunt of a magistrate’s
shaking me down over. Having already
taken $5,000 to have the warrant lifted.
Trixie: Can you do business with his bag
man?
Al: I’ll
fuckin’ find that out shortly. Or if
you’re never gonna be able to fuckin’ operate in peace. What should I know?
Trixie: Bullock’s rode out with that Hostetler from the livery. Farnum’s slithered his way across here. Jewel just left.
Al: Where the
fuck is Jewel goin’?
Trixie: I
don’t know.
Al: Take half a day off if you feel like. Go
see that child. Well, venture out.
Sally fuckin’ forth, hmm?
Trixie: Maybe I will.
Al: But now
come back to bed.
(Jewel is
walking in the muck, carrying a large book)
Horse
rider: Hey! Get outta the way!
Asshole: (mimicking
Jewel) Ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh (laughing)
(Jewel walks
on…falls in the muck)
Guy: Watch
yourself there.
(She gets up, brushes herself off, fixes her hair and finally makes it to Doc’s, knocks on Doc’s door)
Doc: Who’s
sick? What’s he doin’ makin’ you walk
to tell me?
Jewel: I
came here on my own, Doc. I got
something I want to show you. It’s a book.
Doc: Oh no. I don’t read goddamn books on the civil
war. No.
Jewel: Look!
Doc: I don’t need to look. I was goddamn there.
Jewel: But
it’ll help me walk better.
Doc: Okay, you’re
referring to the brace on his leg.
Jewel: Yes.
Doc: For
your information, Jewel, that boy in the drawing was goddamn able-bodied before
he got his leg shot up, not born with difficulties and hardships that got no
cure and took from you the coordination a brace like that would require.
Jewel: I—I
was just lookin’ at the picture, and draggin’ my leg really makes Al crazy.
Doc: Fuck
Al. Everybody’s got limits. You draggin’ you leg is yours.
Jewel: I’m sorry.
Doc: What do you
apologize for? Don’t – Don’t apologize
to me. Lemme—let me hold onto this for
a while.
Jewel: Thank
You.
(In the
street a stage coach has pulled up and packages are being unloaded. Merrick runs up to
the stage with excitement. He’s making
sure that the package he is awaiting is handled carefully)
Merrick: Ha, ha, ha, momentous! The long-awaited day! Oh,
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh God, Oh
God, Oh, yes, yes. Uh, careful,
careful, careful, careful! Now sir, we
must confirm the contents of this precious cargo. Oh God, Philistine. Ah,
Joseph, what you see here is an American Optical back focus single swing with a
Meyer-Gorlitz trio plan 210 millimeter lens.
The finest photographic apparatus manufactured in this country. What William Henry Fox Talbot could have
achieved in service of this fine apparatus.
Ah, God! Agh! Yo, God, Yes, careful, careful.
(Grand
Central dining room)
Guy (To Charlie
Utter): Good Day, sir.
Utter: Ow, damn.
Joanie: What’s wrong?
Utter: Uh, bit my d—
Alma: Oh. (bumps into Utter)
Utter: Leaned forward
to give that fella passage and bit my damn tongue. Knocked off my chewin’ angle.
Joanie: Is it bleeding?
Utter: Now, I don’t
want to look. Might upset the child.
Joanie: Anyways, maybe a different way’s opened up, Charlie,
as far as me getting backing for my brothel.
Utter: Uh-huh. I understood the question was location, but
glad to hear the backin’ problem’s solved.
Joanie: I think uh, I’ve been finicky over the location
‘cause I wasn’t comfortable with the backing.
Utter: I’ll
tell you one thing, I ain’t makin’ too many friends in this camp in my capacity
as fire marshal.
Ellsworth: We’re through the easy pickin’ on that outcrop,
ma’am. I’ll wade around that creek as
long as you like. But, uh you wanna
make your claim show it’s colors,
you’re gonna need to sink a few shafts.
Alma: I’m close to
suggesting that we proceed.
Ellsworth: Meaning my use to you’s near a finish.
Alma: No.
Ellsworth: I told you Mrs. Garrett, such as it is, my expertise
ain’t underground.
Alma: I want you
still to supervise. I trust you,
Ellsworth, as an honorable man. I take
great pleasure in your company.
(Sophia
looks at Alma’s hand touching Ellsworth’s and back to Alma)
Ellsworth: I feel the same.
I look forward to our breakfasts, and I’ll just say once, I know I’m too
damn old for ya.
(A fancy man enters the dining room and singles out Alma)
Otis: Button.
Alma: Oh my goodness.
(Otis kisses
Alma)
Alma: (laughing) I can’t b-
Otis: (to Ellsworth) I take a father’s liberty.
Alma: Uh, Mr.
Ellsworth, Mr. Russell.
Ellsworth: How do you do, sir.
Otis: How do you
do.
Alma: Uh, and this is
Sophia.
Otis: Hello,
Sophia.
Sophia: Hello.
Otis: (To Ellsworth) Your daughter?
Alma: My
ward.
Ellsworth: Any rate, pleasure to meet you, sir. I’m honored to be in your daughter’s
employ. And with your permission,
ma’am, I will take my leave.
Alma: Uh, of course.
Ellsworth: And my plate…and my coffee…and my hat.
(sticks tongue out at Sophia – she
sticks her tongue out at Ellsworth)
Otis: Fine manners.
(Cut to the pest tent and Rev Smith, the tent is
being torn down)
Andy: Reverend Smith.
Rev: How are you,
sir.
Andy: Andy Cramed,
Reverend.
Rev: Mr. Cramed,
you returned to the setting of your recovery.
Andy: Uh-huh.
Rev: How have you
fared since?
Andy: I’ve been
trying out the other camps.
Rev: To what
effect?
Andy: No good effect,
Reverend.
Rev: I see.
Andy: How you
feelin’?
Rev: Uh, as you
see, uh, the tent, as you see is in the process of being dismantled. Our last tenant took his leave yesterday.
Andy: Upright?
Rev: He was
upright, yes. His name escapes me. Doctor Cochran, I believe, uh, is expected
shortly, I believe. I was asked to uh,
to see to the packing of uh, certain liniments and uh…medicines.
Andy: Are you not
well, minister?
Rev: Sometimes
I’m very well, indeed. My energy will
return, or even an excess of energy. At
other times, I’m not well, or an excess of energy. How are you Mr. Cramed?
Andy: Well, I
backslid in the other camps. At
Gayville, I had the best intentions and I wound up at dice.
Rev: Oh,
Yes.
Andy: At
Elizabethtown, I wound up at dice…
Rev: Oh,
Yes.
Andy: Thought I’d try
to work here where I’d been good, but you’re putting the tent down.
Rev: Ask God’s
help Mr. Cramed. Wherever you find
yourself, he will show you the path.
Andy: Could you help
me to pray?
Rev: Oh…Lord,
grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted, to understand
than to be understood, to love than to be loved…and the rest, I forget.
(The Rev
Smith turns and wanders away)
(Cut to Gem
saloon)
Dan: “ Why don’t you
get a haircut, Adams? Looks like your
mama fucked a monkey.”
Johnny: Just that affectionate?
Dan: Yeah, I’ve
never seen Al warm up to anybody so quick.
EB: Which
should persuade you then of what?
Dan: Well, you
think it’s just tactics?
EB: The
magistrate Al counted on to be his advocate in Yankton turned Judas. Adams is the magistrate’s bag man. Al is merely probing Adams’ willingness to
betray the magistrate. In turn, his
warmth is counterfeit.
(Al is on
balcony – sees Adams and goes inside)
Al: (To Jewel) Where the fuck were you?
Jewel: At
the Doc.
Al: Fix me a
cup of coffee.
(Silas Adams
enters, EB stands up and smiles like a puppy, Al struts toward him, looks at
Silas: Mornin’
Al: Shorn and
groomed to a fuckin’ fare-thee-well.
She’d never recognize you. Have
to smell you all over to know you was hers.
Silas: My monkey
mother.
Al: Let’s
take a table out of the traffic, huh?
Johnny: (To EB)
Just
that affectionate.
EB: (To Silas) I trust you found your accommodations satisfactory, Mr.
Adams…Silas. If not, they could always
be changed.
Al: (To Jewel) Uh, let me fuckin’ pour. He’s gotta make some distance before
sunset. What was your purpose at the
Doc’s?
Jewel:
I’m knocked up.
Silas: What message should I take to the magistrate?
Al: No
envelopes and to fuck himself. I’m glad
we had occasion last night to spend some time together, so, when he asks if
this is tactics or true position you’ll know what to say.
Silas: I’ll know.
Al: You
travel safe.
Silas: They believe
you’re the man to deal with. Yankton.
Al: I am.
Silas: It’s just the
magistrate looking to earn off that warrant.
But no one else even knows it’s out on you.
Al: Maybe the
magistrate needs to die.
Silas: Maybe he does.
Al: He won’t
come back here without a resolution.
He’ll know what’s waitin’ for him.
Silas: Maybe he needs
to die there.
Al: Maybe
he should. And the person who did it
would only be at the beginning of his usefulness to me.
Silas: That person
didn’t come back with a warrant on you quashed would be a fool not to think
he’d be the next one killed.
Al: That’s
why he’d be so useful to me thinking that far ahead.
Silas: Make your
offer.
Al: A
thousand for the cocksucker proved dead, a thousand for the warrant proved
lifted.
Silas: A thousand and
a thousand. Think I am a fuckin’
monkey?
Al: You
thought there would be twenty in it?
Silas: Kill Claggett
and get you out from under that warrant?
You’re fuckin’ right there’s twenty.
Al: Do it for
two. You’ve got to believe the job
would open the door to your future, and you gotta believe you’d make your ass
hundreds of thousands back and forth between here and Yankton.
Silas: 2,000.
(Holds two
fingers up…spits in his hand and Al spits in his – they shake – pan to EB)
EB: (nervous)
I put him in a room above the privy.
(Alma’s room
at the Grand Central…)
Otis: I always
thought it was gonna end like this, button.
A rooming house in a mining camp on Indian Territory, you caring for a
Norwegian fondling and operating a bonanza gold claim.
Alma: (chuckling) And you, Daddy?
Otis: Always a
little sketchy about me. I hope I’m
here to help.
(knocking)
Otis: Uh, that
would be my room key. Sophia? (Hands
Sophia a coin)
Richardson: Room
7.
Otis: Thank you,
sir.
Sophia: Thank you.
Richardson: You’re
welcome, little one.
(Closes
door)
Otis: Oh my
goodness, what’s that behind your ear?
Don’t you ever clean behind your ear?
(Pulls coin
out – Sophia walks to Alma and shows her the coin.)
Alma: mmm.
Otis: Does caring
for Sophia please you?
Alma: More with each
day.
Otis: And do you
have any of the gold?
Alma: As it
happens…(pulls gold out of doll basket)
Otis: The
well-mannered Mr. Ellsworth says these abound?
Alma: Yes.
Otis: There’s some
talk that you did Brom in.
Alma: From his
parents?
Otis: They have
raised the possibility.
Alma: As it happens,
I was not present when Brom fell.
Otis: You have to
admit, it’s a suspicious sequence.
Alma: The man who was
is in the camp.
Otis: Given their
view of the marriage.
Alma: I doubt he
tells the true story of how Brom died, but he would verify that I wasn’t there.
Otis: I didn’t mean
to upset you. It’s always about the
money, button.
Alma: In certain
circles.
Otis: But not here,
hmm?
Alma: I suppose here,
as well. In certain circles.
Otis: Mr. Ellsworth
being the exception?
Alma: Mr. Ellsworth
was engaged by a Mr. Seth Bullock, who’s been steadfast and kind.
Otis: And when did
your path cross Mr. Bullock’s? Before
Brom’s accident or after?
Alma: Mr. Bullock was
asked to look to my interest by Wild Bill Hickok.
Otis: Who, if I
recall your reading habits, has been an acquaintance of yours since
childhood. (Chuckling) I would very
much like to meet this Mr. Bullock.
Nearly as much as I’d like to wash.
(Gets up and walks toward the
door, still has the gold nugget in his hand)
Alma: Daddy.
Otis: Ah. (Hands
back the gold) I’m glad to see you.
(Nuttall’s
#10, Charlie is performing a fire safety inspection…)
Utter: Stovepipe
directly into wood, no clearance or sheet iron in between.
Nuttall: What’s the significance?
Utter: Joint’s like to
burn to cinders.
Nuttall: Well, then why ain’t it yet?
Utter: Dumb luck, Tom. Which you hadn’t ought to push, camp bein’
situated like it is, everyone ass to elbow.
Hazard to one’s a hazard to all.
Nuttall: Why, ain’t you startin’ to talk like a goddamn
government official.
Utter: I’m Charlie
Utter. That attended the same fuckin’
meetin’ you did. And bein’ they pinned
fire marshal on me, I ain’t seein’ the camp burn to the ground. So either cure your stovepipe violation or
prepare to get levied a fine.
Nuttall:
Well I’ll lick a bear’s ass before I’d pay a fine to
E.B. Farnum.
Utter: Then separate
your goddamn stovepipes from the goddamn wall!
Nuttall: Well, I—I’ll send one of my boys over to pick up the
iron.
Utter: This ain’t the
goddamn day of judgment, Tom. (leaves)
Nuttall: Jesus Christ Almighty! That’s the kind of shit that ran me out of Wilkes-Barre.
Stapleton: Where the camp’s headed, Tom.
Nuttall: Maybe I’ll just fuckin’ move along.
Stapleton: Why is there no sheriff in this camp?
Nuttall: What?
Stapleton: All these official positions, why is there no
sheriff?
Nuttall: Because Al Swearengen don’t want one.
Stapleton: Well, what if a sheriff took office that Al could
trust not to bother him? And you could
lay head to pillow nights knowin’ he was your friend. Type of man who’d go up to a fire marshal, say, and tell him and
his so-called sheet iron violation that hadn’t proven to be dangerous uh, for,
what, goin’ on two months now, should be waived? And whose ear’d be first to the ground when any violence created
maybe business opportunities? And who’d
remember who got him started.
Nuttall: I never thought of you as the type to be sheriff.
Stapleton: Nah, I’d be out of the mold, but uh, fit for the
camp. My problem, Tom, is uh…whereas he
has a soft spot for you as a fellow pioneer, Swearengen hates my fuckin’ guts. So knowin’ how grateful I’d be and all’s, I’d
un, show it to ya, wonder if you’d put in a word?
(Tolliver’s
office – knocking)
Cy: Yeah!
Leon: Mr. Tolliver.
Cy: Leon, come
on in. Your habit get the best of you a
while, son?
Leon: It got the
fuckin’ upper hand.
Cy: How’s your
sight, Leon?
Leon: Whole left
eye’s perfect and the right’s comin’ back.
Have I still got a job, sir?
Cy: I’d dig to
hear more from you, what you been up to, who the fuck with. That kind of thing.
Leon: Aw, you
probably know everything about everything already.
Cy: Be that as
it may….
Leon: Well…me and
Jimmy Irons, we stole the china man’s dope.
Chinaman’s courier, he lost his life.
We slammed dope for a series of days, and Al Swearengen’s tough captured
us. And in the bathhouse, we drew
straws and – and Jimmy irons drowned.
Cy: Does that
about cover it?
Leon: If you ask me
specifics, I may be able to come up with some more details.
Cy: Was Al
Swearengen holding the straws, Leon?
Leon: Yes, sir. He said to tell you what I seen.
Cy: And now is
he holdin’ the strings on you?
Leon: Sir?
Cy: Are you
here on his instruction?
Leon: I’m telling you
what I seen, because you asked me to.
Cy: What’d they
do with Jimmy Irons? They give him to
the china man?
Leon: I guess they
did. They wrapped him up and took him
out. Swearengen turned me loose, but
he’d just give me this, (points to eye) so
I stayed in the tub until I got my bearings.
Cy: That’s a
hell of a way to treat a white man, ain’t it, Leon?
Leon: Bein’ fair, I’d
have to say, I gave Mr. Swearengen provocation. He traffics in dope so I—I guess you could say that I’d stole his
property and fucked his action up.
Cy: I’m talking
about Jimmy Irons. In connection with
getting’ delivered to a chink, regardless of his fuckin’ transgression.
Leon: Oh, I see.
Cy: And in that
connection, I’m sayin’ it’s a hell of a way to treat a white man.
Leon: I see.
Cy: You
agree with me?
Leon: (considers) Yes?
Cy: So it’s
your own opinion, too?
Leon: Yes, sir.
Cy: Well,
that’s your new fuckin’ job. Expressin’
your own fuckin’ opinion.
Leon: I can do that.
Cy: With
conviction, Leon.
(Leon
Laughs)
Cy: Your job is
to voice your opinion with some oomph and some character behind it…or you’ll
wish you’d got drowned in that bathhouse.
Leon: Alright.
(They shake
hands)
Cy: Welcome
back, Son.
(Al’s office, Nuttall is visiting)
Nuttall: Oh, uh, well, uh, no, thanks, Al. I uh –or well, uh
eh, yes, I will.
(Drinks a
shot of whiskey)
Al: What’s
going on, Tom?
Nuttall: Well, I—I thought you could uh, make Con Stapleton
uh, sheriff, uh, bein’ it’s inevitable anyway.
Al: How the
fuck did that get to be inevitable? I
wouldn’t appoint that cocksucker to empty my spittoons.
Nuttall: What I’m sayin’ is somebody’s gotta be sheriff,
Al. Stapleton’s got points in his favor.
Al: I hope
one’s not gettin’ to recover the bribe he paid you when I don’t give him the
fuckin’ job.
Nuttall: Who’s your candidate, Al?
Al: Nobody.
Nuttall: Well that’s just postponin’ the inevitable.
Al: Tom,
nothin’ Stapleton’s got on you can’t be solved by Dan Dority.
Nuttall: Well, uh, um…fill me up.
Al: Jesus
Christ.
Nuttall: The – the truth is I—I feel like the – the camp’s
gettin’ away from me, Al. I got a fire
commissioner who’s about to condemn my building, and we’re still on Indian
land.
Al: How does
Stapleton becoming sheriff keep the camp from gettin’ away from you?
Nuttall: Well, I know him.
Uh, he’d know I put in a word with you.
Al: What the
fuck good is that to you, Tom, when the cocksucker can be bought for two pieces
of day old bread.
Nuttall: Well well well that’s right. That-that all makes sense. It, uh…eh, when you just come up to this
camp and hung your sign up for nickel booze and 50 cent pussy…
Al: Them was
get acquainted prices.
Nuttall: But the point is, I seen your fuckin’ tent. I walked over and I – I said uh, “Hello.” I
didn’t tell you—you gotta sheet iron your fuckin’ stovepipe.
Al: I didn’t
have a stovepipe. And you had your
knife at the ready if I didn’t make a good impression.
Nuttall: Well that’s true enough, uh, but you didn’t.
Al: And
Dority made a hell of a one on ya.
Nuttall: Uh, that – that, too, is – is true enough. Now, I just, uh…I feel like I know the guy,
Al.
Al: Stapleton.
Nuttall: Well, I don’t feel like I know anybody no more.
Al: Yeah, he
can be sheriff for all I care.
Nuttall: Thank you, Al.
Al: Don’t
count on him to be loyal, Tom.
Nuttall: N—No, no.
Uh, just a familiar face.
Al: And no
fucking paperwork.
Nuttall: Well, I don’t even know if he can write.
(Al laughs,
Nuttall gets up to leave – walks to door, gets to threshold, turns back)
Nuttall: Could he be sworn in here, Al?
Al: Oh, for
chrissake, Tom!
Nuttall: Well, he feels you don’t like him.
Al: He’s
fuckin’ right as rain.
Nuttall: But it’d be a comfort to him, say, if he was sworn
in under your roof.
(Al sees
Trixie leaving the Gem)
Al: Let
Farnum swear him the fuck in here then.
But press your luck no further.
Do not expect me to fuckin’ attend.
Nuttall: Awful grateful, Al.
(Trixie has walked to the
hardware store)
Trixie: Mr.
Star.
Sol: Miss Trixie,
pleased to see you.
Trixie: I
threatened to pay a visit.
Sol: You spoke of
lookin’ out for some building implements.
Trixie: I
spoke of looking out for an ax and a saw, and if I got ‘em, they wouldn’t be
applied to buildin’ nothin’. Anyways,
would you want a free fuck?
Sol: Why would
you say that?
Trixie: To
know the answer.
Sol: Why would
you say it that way?
Trixie: For
chrissakes, Mr. Star, my cherry is obstructing my work. Sir…would you take it from me, free?
(Sol closes
door, take’s Trixie by the hand and leads her to the back of the store behind
some crates. The 2 of them are busy when the door opens and Seth enters.)
Trixie: Uh…
Sol: Seth, you
remember Trixie.
Seth: Oh, yes. Well, I just stopped for a moment.
(Seth picks
up a tool)
Sol: Oh yes.
Seth: I’ll
lock up?
Sol: Oh,
yes.
(They
continue where they left off…Sol tries to kiss Trixie)
Trixie: Kiss
my neck or my tits if you have to kiss somethin’.
Sol: Let me kiss
you.
Trixie: Well
you’re a goddamn Jew fool.
(They kiss)
(Gem Saloon, the
swearing in ceremony for Sheriff Stapleton. Merrick is trying out his new
camera for the occasion)
EB: Do you
swear before this witness to uphold whatever laws may be put in force
subsequently?
Stapleton: Yeah, if I can, yeah.
Nuttall: And don’t forget who your friends are.
Stapleton: Always.
Merrick: Gentlemen, uh, hold still. Take a breath, don’t move.
One, two, three. Very good.
(Dan rubs
his eyes in the background)
Merrick: Uh, gentlemen, Tom, I – I wondered if a second one
might be appropriate without that putrid apron around your midsection.
Nuttall: No. Uh,
Let’s drink.
EB: (To Stapleton) Our health commissioner.
Seth: Whiskey.
EB: You’ve just
missed my swearing in of the camp’s new sheriff.
Stapleton: Con Stapleton, sir.
I’m not sure we’ve actually met.
Seth: You were at
the table when Hickok was killed.
Stapleton:
Indeed, I was. A horrified bystander.
Seth: We weren’t to have a sheriff.
Nuttall:
Well, that’s been reconsidered as inevitable.
EB: Had you designs on the post, Bullock?
Seth: I don’t want the post.
Stapleton:
Well, no hard feelin’s then. Consider
me, at your service.
Seth: My wife and child are to join me from
Michigan. Is Al in his office?
EB: Seems to be sequestered. He missed the swearin’ in, too.
Nuttall: He
did want us over here though ain’t that absolutely correct?
Stapleton:
Well, then why the fuck didn’t eh come down?
Nuttall:
Well, why didn’t he come down? That’s
unclear.
EB: To let you know exactly, I would guess, at
whose mysterious pleasure you serve.
(Flash)
Merrick: A candid moment.
(Al is on
his balcony watching the street. The Rev. Smith is preaching to an ox)
Rev: Circumcision…is
indeed profiteth if thou keepest the law, but if, uh…if thou are a transgressor
of the law, thy circumcision become uncircumcision. Therefore, if uh, thy uncircumcision uh, keeps the uh, the
righteousness of the lay, shall not his uncircumcision that is by nature
fulfilling his lay shall judge thee, who by—by letter and uh, circumcision
transgresses the law.
(knocking)
Al: Yeah!
Seth: It’s Seth
Bullock.
(enters) Why’d you let Stapleton have a badge?
Al: They
sworn the cocksucker in yet?
Seth: Hurry down and
toast him. Maybe Merrick’ll put his
camera back up.
Al: No, I
prefer to watch the fucking Reverend Smith preach to the oxen and the horses.
Seth: It ain’t right
for the camp. My wife and child are
comin’.
Al: Bullock,
it’s a ceremonial position to give comfort to Tom Nuttall, who feels the camp’s
leavin’ him behind. Putting a badge on
Stapleton makes him feel he’s got friends in high places.
Seth: That job
shouldn’t go to a shitheel.
Al: Oh, as my
feeling would be, it should go to a shitheel as it’s shitheel’s work.
Seth: Doesn’t have
to be.
Al: No? Mr.
Bullock, would you—would you sit down a second? I want to tell you somethin’ about the law. Please.
Please, take a seat. Separate
from all the bribes we put up, I paid 5,000 dollars to avoid being the object
of fireside ditties about a man that fled a murder warrant then worked very
hard to get his camp annexed by the territory, only to have them serve the
warrant of him and to face the magistrate’s pocket. The money goes, after which he sends a message. The 5,000’ll need company if I’m to be off
the hook. I give you the law.
Seth: It doesn’t
have to be like that.
Al: Now, if
you were fuckin’ sheriff and you said “Do this, do that,” I’d consider it
‘cause you’re not a fuckin’ whore.
Seth: I have
personal responsibilities.
Al: I’d go
downstairs for that fuckin’ swearin’ in.
And I’d follow your career, ‘cause you’re one of those pains in the
balls who think the law can be honest.
Seth: I don’t want
it.
Al: Well, I
do lots of things I don’t want to do.
Seth: You think
you’re the only one?
Al: Well you
should have been here when Tom Nuttall was pissin’ in my ear. I think you’d be alright as sheriff.
Seth: Listen, I’m
only talkin’ to you ‘cause my partner’s fuckin’ that whore.
(Al freezes
for a minute)
Seth: Anyway…
(Seth leaves
Al’s office and is coming down the stairs when Trixie comes back in and starts to
head up the stairs)
Trixie: It’s back open.
Nuttall: How was your talk with Al?
Seth: (To Stapleton) Congratulations.
EB: Good
sportsmanship, Bullock.
(Al is back
on balcony, watching the Rev.)
Rev: Who—who shall
separate us from the love of Christ?
Shall, shall affliction or distress or – or persecution or—
(Looks to
Seth)
Rev: or hunger or
nakedness?
(Looks
directly at Seth)
Rev: Or—or peril
or sword?
(Walks past
Seth)
Rev: Yea, in all
these things, we more than conquer through him that hath loved us. I am-I am persuaded that, uh, that neither
life nor death, nor—nor angels, nor—nor—nor principalities, nor powers, nor
things present or things to come, or—nor heights, nor depths, nor any other creature,
from the love of—of God! And—and Jesus
Christ our Lord.
(Hardware
store, Seth returns…)
Sol: Seth
Seth: Sol
Sol: She wasn’t
here in a professional capacity.
Seth: We have an
agreement with Swearengen as to the use we put this establishment to.
Sol: She came lookin’ for goods and things took a
turn.
Seth: That can happen.
Sol: Not twice, though, at this location.
Seth: Yeah. Maybe I’m not the only one who should be
looking for a place. Gonna make an
offer on that piece on the western slope.
Sol: