Episode 12 - “Sold Under Sin”
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(We see Al on his balcony, Dan brings him coffee then
retreats to the doorway)
(At the Rev. Smith’s
tent)
Rev: My darling wife, I have 68 dollars put by (panting) our belly cleaveth to the
earth
(panting)
I hope to be home soon Amanda. I’ll
help with the cider pressing.
(groaning – seizure). Our soul is
bowed to the earth.
(Al watches troup of
calvary arrive in camp, with Magistrate Clagett)
Al (to Dan):
Tell Johnny brew some coffee, open some peaches.
(Downstairs at the Gem)
Johnny:
Who are they?
Dan: It’s
that magistrate, some with soldier saddles.
Johnny: Al knew they was comin’
Dan: Well,
he knew somethin’ was comin’.
Johnny:
I’d about decided he just couldn’t sleep without Trixie.
(Clagett
and General Crook enter the Gem)
Magistrate Clagett: General Crook bear’s victory’s
garland for having routed the miniconjous at Slim Buttes.
Al: Well
done, General.
General: The first meeting out of recompense for the massacre
at the Little Big Horn. Am I right in
saying that I saw you last year in the hills?
Al: Amongst
them you gave the boot to? Said you’d
see us back once the treaty got amended.
Magistrate
Clagett: The day the general spoke of…fast approaches, even now he’s
called to Camp Robinson…
Johnny (to Dan): (whispering) I’m waiting for Al
to collect Claggett by the scruff of the neck.
Magistrate Clagett: He and his men would require
some resupply and respite.
Al: Stopped
at the right fuckin’ place.
General: Respite, Mr. Swearengen, short of the men
becoming dissolute or drawn to desertion.
Al: Unsaddled,
allowed to gamble, roll in the dust, hmm?
General: But not so they’d balk at reharness.
Al: I’ll
make your feelings known to the other operators.
General: I and my
fellow officers would be grateful now for the use of the bathhouse.
Al: Mr. Burns here’ll steer you. For those that avenged Custer, if it ain’t
to dissolute, the camp will want a parade.
General: A parade is alright.
Al: Forego your bath a moment Magistrate. Unless you want a girl to sponge you while
we converse. So did young Adams deliver
my message?
Magistrate Clagett: I haven’t seen young Adams.
Al: No?
Magistrate
Clagett: I haven’t been to Yankton.
I’ve been representing the territory in the treaty negotiations.
Al: Well,
as to bribing you further for help with that warrant against me, beyond the
5,000
you’ve already pocketed, the gist was fuck yourself.
Magistrate Clagett: Do now you reconsider?
Al: No Magistrate, I do not. Not if you’ve seen Adams or if you haven’t
seen Adams.
Magistrate
Clagett: Well, that would be imprudent, Al. A failure to properly value your freedom in the promising days
ahead.
Al: Maybe
you don’t value keeping your fucking guts inside your belly enough.
Magistrate Clagett: Those are the days behind us.
Al: No,
those are the days to my fucking left. (motions to Dan)
Magistrate
Clagett: I didn’t generate the warrant.
My disappearance won’t quash it.
You can’t murder an order or the telegraph that transmitted it, or those
that are content to put food on the table simply by being its instruments. It can’t be done.
Al: Get the fuck out of my joint.
(In the street, Merrick
is trying to photograph the General and his officers)
Merrick: Although this may appear to be a purely
fortuitous accident, you’re not in this Johnny
Burns --- I would be less than honest if I did not admit that I was, in fact,
lying in wait, in ambush, if you will.
General: Sir make your first effort count.
Merrick: Seconds away. Now, General, your most victorious smile…..Alright. Stern and resolute. (flash)
(Gem saloon)
Al:This bloated tick, Claggett, feeding on the
neck of the fucking Military.
Dan: I
guess he bought his bag man back.
Al: Who I commissioned to kill him. He proclaims their paths never crossed.
Dan: Guess
he would.
EB: Can
you imagine Al, that as mayor, I might like to learn the cavalry’s in camp,
other
than by comin’ upon them posing for photographs in the goddamned thoroughfare.
Al: Calvary’s
in camp, EB.
EB: At whose behest?
Al: The
people, as always.
EB: To
what purpose?
Al: A
parade’s in the offing. They’ve had a
victory over the dirtworshippers. Will
you lead the Hosannas?
EB: Well, I
suppose that’s part of my mandate.
Might’n I also coordinate satisfaction of the forces logistical needs?
Al: I hope you charge something for your
service.
(Doc walks in)
EB: Calvary’s
in camp Doc. May I number you in the
reception committee?
Doc:
Fuck
the calvary, and the committee that receives ‘em.
Trixie: Hi Doc.
Al: (Pointing
to Dan., chewing a peach) Fuckin’ Magistrate don’t go back to Yankton alive.
Doc: Trixie,
seen Jewel anywheres?
Trixie:
Common room, sweepin’
Dan: Hey Doc? What
you got in your tote sac?
Doc: Lettuce.
(back room at the Gem)
Doc: Set
your broom to one side and sit down. I
said put your broom aside.
Jewel:You
have to remove it from my clutches.
Doc: OK,
Alright. I make this stipulation. You develop any stiffness or numbness, you
report
these. You do not conceal these
symptoms in order to sustain your hopes
for
the miraculous benefits of your fuckin’ boot.
Jewel:That’s
my fuckin’ boot?
Doc: You lose a leg, your other conditions will
prevent you from moving around at all,
and
I will not have you lost the mobility that you do have for the sake of a few
weeks illusion.
Jewel:I’ll
report stiffness or numbness.
Doc: Alright. AND PAIN OR DISCOMFORT! DON’T YOU BE THE
DOCTOR! YOU REPORT THE SYMPTOMS, I WILL DETERMINE THEIR SIGNIFICANCE!
Jewel:Don’t
yell Doc!
Doc: I am yelling because I want to make sure you
goddamn understand me.
Jewel:I
do. I understand.
Doc: Alright.
Here’s your goddamn boot.
Jewel:Help
me put it on.
(Al’s office, Doc barges
in)
Al: Walk in
unannounced is a good way to get yourself killed, Doc. Especially as the cavalry has us besieged.
Doc: I’m here about the minister. He’s over at my place, past my art if I had
any. He’s damn near blind and mostly
paralyzed. Past controlling his
functions.
Al: Well you’re preachin’ to the fuckin’
converted. I mean, I would’ve seen to
him, but I’ve been fucking busy.
Doc: Well,
he doesn’t want to be seen to like that.
Al: What
the fuck are we talking about?
Doc: A man being cared for and made comfortable ‘til
he expires. Girls you put to the task,
deduct your time from my pay.
Doc: You
get to care for a human being in his last extremity.
Al: I human
being in his last extremity is a bag of shit.
Doc: Aw,
FUCK YOU AL!
Al: I’ll
send someone over to pick him up.
Doc: I made
Jewel a brace and a boot.
Al: Does
it allay the fuckin’ noise she makes when she drags her leg about?
Doc: The
noise bothers you so much, put cotton in your ears.
Al: Get the fuck out of here, Doc, huh?
I’m working on my deployments and flanking
maneuvers. How about the other one?
Doc: Trixie’s
fine.
Al: Johnny!
Take the sled to Doc Cochran’s and collect the fuckin’ minister and
install him in the whore’s quarters.
Tell that other one to make up the fuckin’ room.
Johnny: Trixie?
(In chink’s alley, Sheriff
Stapleton and Cy look on while Leon is picking a fight with a chinaman)
Leon: These rags were fine broadcloth shirts
before I brung ‘em to launder, huh?
Chinaman: six, six bits
Leon: No, no, you told me….
Cy (to Stapleton): Looks like a deteriorating situation
Sheriff.
Stapleton: Yup.
Too frequent to be born. Down
right intolerable.
Leon: Six bits a
goddamn piece, you hear me? What the
fuck you talkin’ about? Look at this
goddamn shit. What is that?
Stapleton: I hope that slant eyed cocksucker’s look ain’t as
arrogant close up as it appears from this distance!
Leon: Smells like shit. You celestials are tryin’ to wash our shit
in goddamned feces!
(Alma’s room)
Otis: Mining gold Alma, is a different business from
panning it in a stream. The machinery
involved, wages, it demands capital.
If, as seems clear you’ve determined to stay, I could see after your
requirements in NY, secure your holdings credit as its eastern representative. Would that please you?
Alma: I – I don’t know, Daddy. I’m not sure it would.
Otis: Why
not?
Alma: I’m not sure I can explain beyond saying the
prospect frightens me.
Otis: Must the pretense of my behavior generating
from paternal concern be abandoned so quickly?
Alma: If you acknowledge what else it generates
from, I’ll not abandon the idea at all.
Otis: From
my debts. Of course.
Alma: You
said they’d been entirely satisfied.
Otis: They
had, entirely. Those debts.
Alma: These are debts you hadn’t admitted?
Otis: No,
these are debts I incurred subsequently.
We might call them the children of t he
debts that I admitted to.
Alma: Generating from the interest on the previous
debts.
Otis: Alma, watching you struggle with what is
beneath your spirit to understand is always painful for me. After you got me out of debt, I got myself
back in.
Alma: Having volunteered a promise you had…wept and
volunteered.
Otis: Conceive
my own disappointment.
Alma: Oh, Daddy.
Otis: 47,000
button.
Alma: 47,000?
Otis: Has
scale doesn’t it? Certainly there’s
something to that.
Alma: Who would give you that much credit?
Otis: My
daughter becoming a Garrett raised me in the lender’s estimation.
Alma: I could borrow that much against the claim.
Otis: In an
instant…and considerably more.
Alma: Alright,
Daddy. But in consideration you will
remove yourself from further connection to the venture. I’ll have that in writing before I help you.
Otis: No darling.
You’ll help me and you’ll have no such thing.
Alma: Get away from her. Get away from her!
(Dining room)
Utter: Meal’s on me young lady.
Joanie: Why
thank you, sir.
Utter: My friend Jane
repaid some money I thought never to see.
Plus that two dollars some odd for Mrs. Garrett give that girl. Fines she levied against herself for sayin’
“fuck” or the like.
(Alma comes down the stairs carrying Sophia,Alma
is looking upset)
EB: Something
amiss Mrs. Garrett? Has the Child took
ill?
Utter: I’ll give her the money later.
(Alma bursts into the
hardware store, very upset)
Sol: Seth.
Seth: What is it Mrs. Garrett?
Sol: Seth,
I’ve got to go do that….thing.
Seth: What is it?
Alma: Whatever impression my father has made on
you, please believe me Mr. Bullock, who has known him longer, that he is here
in his own interest and against mine and this child’s.
Seth: I do.
Alma: And
I need your help. I’m asking for your
help.
Seth: You have it.
(In the street)
Merrick: Having
confessed to the miserable outcome of my commemorative effort, I’ll throw
myself on General Crook’s mercy and ask for a second opportunity.
Sol: I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t give it to
you. They love….(HW Store door
opens) To have their pictures
taken. (Runs off to meet Seth) What happened?
(Seth approaches, looking like a man on a mission)
Seth: Get away from me, Sol.
Sol: What
is it?
Seth: Get away.
Sol: Should
I stay with her at the store?
Seth: Please.
(Grand Central, Otis is
coming down the stairs)
EB: Anti-meridian
constitutional Mr. Russell, or will we roll the bones again?
Otis:
It must cost you sleep, the guests you drive
off, the chances of theivin’ and bilkin’ you lose needing to rub against your
betters.
(Otis walks outside and is met by Seth)
Seth: You and I are gonna talk.
Otis: You
don’t account for my preferences Mr. Bullock?
Seth: I will beat you here in the street.
Otis: First rate thinking. My daughter’s agent beats her father in the street. How better to condemn Alma to deepened
suspicion as to her role in her husband’s violent death. And widen suspicion to include yourself.
(Seth and Otis walk together into the Bella Union
while talking. Alma was watching anxiously from the store, when Joanie stops
and offers to watch Sophia. Alma proceeds to the Bella Union)
Some Guy: Shoot craps Mr. Bullock?
EB: (Leaving
the Grand Central) I know what’s in the till.
(Bella Union, at the craps
table)
Otis: Were you bullied, Mr. Bullock, when young and
incapable? Now you se wrongs everywhere
and bullying you feel called to remedy?
(to Eddie) Ten lay due.
Eddie: New
Shooter comin’ out.
Otis: The bully who oppressed your youth. Isn’t at the table with us. Perhaps he’s long dead.
Eddie: Eight.
Otis: If you would view the present with more
clarity, perhaps you’d recognize that I’m not victimizing my daughter, but
merely asking for a small portion of the ample proceeds…from her veins.
Eddie: Seven
out.
Otis: Alma is hurt only in your particular view of
things. -- (To eddie) Ten again, lay due.—and while I’ll sign no guarantee not
to return against any future claim on her compassion, realize I do hate it
here. And if you inhale and expel pure
righteousness, my olfactories are keen to the smell of shit.
Eddie: Six,
the point is six.
Otis: Having heard all that, and knowing, as you
must, the injudiciousness of making an enemy of a man who could testify
truthfully that 5 minutes before her marriage, he heard his daughter wish her
prospective husband dead, and who won’t shrink from lying as to what she
admitted to him on his arrival in this cesspool as to her complicity in her
husband’s murder. I suppose you’d best
take your swing.
(Seth punches Otis who falls to the floor)
Eddie: Gentlemen. Watch the felt.
(Seth continues beating
Otis’s face to a pulp on the floor, long after Otis is unconscious)
Sol: Seth! Seth!
Seth!
Seth: (Standing
up) Alright. Leave this camp, and
draw a map for anyone who wants to believe your fuckin’ lies. Anyone who wants to put your daughter or her
holdings in jeopardy, you show ‘em how to get here. And you tell ‘em I’ll be waiting.
Alma: (who has been watching from a distance and
made no move to intervene) Please…see to my father.
(Chinks Alley, Stapleton
has shot the chinaman in the dispute over laundry)
(Mr Wu Shouting)
Stapleton: Now
gentlemen stay back! This ain’t no
single shot derringer!
Leon: He tried to blind me with that lye Sheriff. I show him what he done to my shirts.
(Mr Wu yelling)
Leon: Fuck that monkey noise!
Stapleton: Alright
enough! ‘Til I can sort out all the
full particulars here.
Leon: You may be a big shot in this alley but you are
less than a nigger to me!
(Mr Wu yelling at Leon)
Stapleton: Quiet! Or you’ll be subject to reprimand.
(Mr Wu yelling)
Stapleton: Take
jurisdiction on this corpse!
(Mr Wu yelling)
Guy: Back
off old man.
(In the street now,
General Crook has assembled his men for a speech. Seth has gone back into the
street, see’s the commotion on the alley, and isnow watching Crook from the crowd, standing next to a soldier who
appears to be crazy)
General: The Sioux and the Cheyenne having burned the prairie
to deny us fodder for our mounts. Our
provisions limited to what we could carry.
We turned for the Black Hills when the rains began.
Soldier: Where my Bay mare Sharon foundered, and he
had her shot.
General: That march through mud was a trial sent by God. And harsh necessity required of us much
suffering and great sacrifice.
Soldier: Ate our fuckin’ horses.
General: Continuing south, we proved out worth against the
Indian. We came upon a village at Slim
Buttes, at once attacked from all four sides.
Their resistance was overcome.
There were no prisoners.
Soldier: Paid ‘em out man, woman and child for me,
havin’ eaten my mare.
General: And after the village was taken, we found the gloves
of Captain Keogh, last seen on his person when he rode into battle with the
valiant Custer.—Captain---This is the guidon of the 7th cavalry
captured by the Sioux at the Little Bighorn.
And now reclaimed by white men!
Chief American Horse and his village are gone, driven off. From this day forward….
Soldier: Where’s that cunt?
General:
Any Sioux who will not make peace at Camp Robinson.
(Stapleton approaches Seth
in the crowd)
Stapleton (To Seth): I’m glad you witnessed that
transaction among the celestials. You
know
they’ll bow and scrape ‘til 6 of ‘em get together, then no fuckin’ white man’s
safe.
General:….to the progress of the United States, of which I am
certain this camp will soon be a part.
EB: Huzzah!
Crowd: Huzzah!
Seth (To Stapleton): Next murder you do on an
errand, gotta take off the fuckin’ badge.
Stapleton:
Not certain I take your inference. And if I do, I’m not sure I like it.
(Seth takes badge off Stapleton’s lapel and throws it
in the mud)
Nuttall: Leave it there you bought out sonofabitch.
General: (to E.B.) Captain Bubb is the Quartermaster
and commissary officer. Should he deal
with you?
EB: Exclusively. EB Farnum…
General: (pointing) That’s Captain Bubb
EB: …Mayor, and as to procurement of everything
listed, your civilian counterpart.
Merrick: General
Crook, Uh, I believe I have you verbatim, but if you’d just grant me a moment
to confirm?
General: Oh My God.
Merrick: Um,
“The Sioux and Cheyenne, having burned the prairie…
(Seth picks up the badge from the mud, wipes it and
sticks it in his pocket)
Merrick: “denying us fodder for our mounts and
provisions…..will soon be apart.
Magistrate Clagett: You’ll find this hotel the
least of all evils.
General: Does it belong to that mayor?
Richardson: Yes, but I can check you in.
Cy: General,
Cyrus Tolliver. Small gesture of
gratitude. I’d like you to quarter at
my place.
Merrick: (coughing) Brothel! (clears throat) Excuse me.
General: Well that portion to my use would have to
be closed to other purposes.
Cy: (chuckling) Well, that’d make it a large
gesture, but uh, we’ll work somethin’ out.
General: Send my trunk General Bubb.
Bubb: Yes, Sir.
EB: (looking
at the list he was given) This is a tremendous number of provisions,
Captain, But, of course, you’re buyin’ for full grown men.
(Gem Saloon, Wu enters Gem through back door, walks
upstairs)
Soldier: I won’t do a two on one. Take turns like white men.
Seth (to Dan): I don’t care if the whole US Calvary walks in here, you don’t
want to
pour
another drink. You just want to listen
to me, cause if the man doesn’t die whose face I just broke, he’s gonna go to
New York City and tell Brom Garrett’s people it breaks his heart to say so, but
his daughter had their son murdered.
He’ll tell ‘em. Knowin how he
does, they won’t want their son’s rightful property in the hands of the woman
who killed him. He’ll swear to what he
heard from her own lips, and those society people in New York City who live
with their heads up their asses anyway, will believe him. And whoever they send out here may take up
to 15 minutes before they decide that you were involved in the transaction
first to last. It must have been you
and your boss hired to push her idiot husband off the cliff. ‘Course they’ll be wrong about Mrs. Garrett,
but they’ll be right as rain about you two cocksuckers. You tell him all that upstairs.
Dan: IF he
don’t die.
Seth: If he don’t die. I don’t think I killed him.
Dan:
Just so I understand you, if he don’t die,
you’re sayin’ the man’s luck don’t have to hold out. Now, that’s the message you want me to take upstairs.
Seth: I don’t swim in that shit.
Dan: You
ought to pin that (badge) on your chest. You’re hypocrite enough to wear it.
Seth: You
just tell him.
(Al’s office)
Al: When did you start thinking every wrong had
a remedy, Wu? Did you come to camp for
justice or to make your fuckin’ way?
(Wu goes downstairs and exits through back door)
(Johnny drags Rev in and installs him in a whore’s
room downstairs))
(Night time, Hardware Store)
Sol: I’m sensing you’ve done things today you wish
you could amend, Seth.
Seth:
What kind of man have I become, Sol?
Sol: I
don’t know, the day ain’t fucking over.
(Al’s office, Johnny, Dan
and E.B have collected for a conference)
Al: Under what provocation was that
clown-hatted card shark when he slaughtered the chink?
Johnny: I was head-down Al, towin’ that minister
like a canal mule.
Al: Well, in the aftermath, when you raised
your fucking head, did Stapleton act like a fucking frightened man?
Johnny: More struttin’ like a dung heel rooster.
Al: Put-up
fucking job. That fucknut Tolliver’s
moving on Chinatown.
EB: That
devious fucknut.
Al: Far
as this matter Bullock commended to our attention.
Dan: Well,
it’s the exact type of murder you preach, Al.
head off trouble down the
road.
Al: You
head off trouble down the road once you’ve dealt with the trouble on it.
EB: The trouble on the road, Dan, is Al’s enemy
Magistrate Claggett’s cozy-seeming connection to the military. If genuine, Al must decide. Ought he seek some alliance with Claggett,
how ever temporary or dissembled?
Al: At
least until you’re paid for the army’s order.
Dan: They’re all in the same fuckin’ place. Tolliver, the widow’s father, Claggett. I can take care of all of ‘em in one fell
swoop.
Al: What
about half of the Calvary while your talon’s are out, huh?
Dan: I’ll
tell you, by God, you cut that fuckin’ general’s throat, you’ll…you’ll hurry
the pace of desertion.
EB: (chuckling)
Dan: Did I
say somethin’ funny?
Al: That
cocksucker Claggett’s bag man. (To
Dan) Moderation in all things.
(hardware store, a couple
soldiers are trading in their equipment and buying prospecting supplies)
Soldier: Thank
You
Sol: Thank
you, sir.
Soldier: Much
obliged.
Sol: Good
Luck.
(Seth shakes Sol’s hand and leaves)
(Bella Union room, the
general , Cy, Clagett and others are sitting for a meal)
Cy: Full respect to the Magistrate Claggett
general, eager as we are to get taken into the territory, those wheels grind
slow, while everyday in this camp and environs, tens of thousands of dollars in
gold get cleaned up, put into circulation.
It’s an environment to test the moral mettle if we was all members of
some religious organization. Which we
ain’t. (Wine is offered to the General
– he refuses) Are we sure we can’t tempt you?
General: I’m sure.
Cy: A small fraction of your detachment left
behind, a dozen or 18 men, say, would keep the criminal element in check. Cash compensation, unrecorded.
General: To defend
against threats from without, I suggest the camp create a militia. For civil discords and property
disagreements, have you hired a Sheriff?
Cy: (chuckling) yeah, we got one.
Magistrate Claggett: Did you say
to me earlier Mr. Tolliver, that you imagined that the chief use of the
military presence was to buttress the Sheriff’s authority?
General: Such indirection for a tawdry purpose.
Cy: $50,000
in Gold. I want those soldiers,
General. That direct enough?
(Seth enters the room)
Seth: May I speak?
Cy: Mr.
Bullock.
Seth: I was a
Marshal in Montana, my father served in the British Royal Army, and my brother
Robert was a Cavalryman, killed fighting the comancheros in Texas.
General: Why are you here Mr. Bullock?
Seth: A man named Otis Russell is laid up in this
establishment. He needs protection.
General: Protection from whom?
Seth: Several in
this camp. I beat him badly. Others have reason to wish him dead, and the
camp Sheriff can be bought off for half a can of bacon grease.
General: Well while
we’re here, I will hold Mr. Russell under protection as a gesture to your
brother’s sacrifice.
Seth: Thank you, sir.
General: I would add,
in a camp where the Sheriff can be bought for bacon grease, a man, a former
Marshal, who understands the danger of his own temperament, he might consider
serving his fellows.
Bubb: May I have a word General?
Seth: I’m through. Thank You.
General: We all have bloody thoughts. Captain Bubb?
Bubb: That gopher faced merchant’s agent he’s
trying for our eye teeth, general. I’d
rather
we provision with the fuckin’ Sioux. I
have 3 men under guard for burying their uniforms and 5 for bartering their
weapons.
General: Bartering them for what?
Bubb: Women, credit at the table and prospecting
tools.
General: Goddamn
it. Form up the men. We’ll bivouac tonight outside of camp. At daylight we head for Camp Robinson.
Magistrate Claggett: Please allow
me to seek remedy in the manner of resupply, general.
General: We move for Camp Robinson, Magistrate, with
or without your company.
Magistrate Claggett:That I quite understand.
Cy: 12
men General. $50,000.
General: If I were Sheriff I’d have you hanged.
(Alma’s room, Joanie is
visiting Alma)
Joanie: I brought these.
Alma: Are these my father’s?
Joanie: Collected
off the Bella Union floor. Maybe model
replacements after, maybe just remind him not to run his mouth.
Alma: Miss Stubbs, will you please come in?
Joanie: Oh, Alright.
Sophia: Joanie!
Joanie: Hi Sweetheart!
Alma: We will live though, that seems clear?
Joanie: Seems he will.
Alma: Mr. Bulloch was my agent in this.
Joanie:
On our way
from Syracuse to Indiana so my daddy could try farming, my mama got cholera and
died. He didn’t make any better a
farmer than millinery clerk, but he had a way enough with words to get me
believing that my mama in heaven wanted me to see to his needs. And then to add to the egg money by seeing
to the men he brought, and she wanted me talkin’ my sisters into seein’ to his
needs, and then to the men, ‘til he sold me to Cy Tolliver. If he was here, I’d wish a beating mornings
and evenings on my daddy, like your Pa took today.
(Knocking on door – Alma and Joanie startle)
Joanie: Oh.
(Alma opens
the door, it’s Seth)
Seth: ….Evenin’.
Alma: Good evening Mr. Bullock.
Joanie: (to Sophia) Are you hungry honey? Why don’t we go down to that little
restaurant and have some dinner?
Alma: Um,
Sophia. You go with Miss Stubbs for
dinner, Okay?
(Joanie and Sophia leave, Seth closes door)
Alma: Would you like to sit down, Mr. Bullock?
Seth: Until your
father’s well enough to travel, I’ve asked General Crook to see to his safety.
Alma: Thank You.
Seth: If he were to
leave once he’s well and return to act against your interest, we’ll deal with
that then…..I stand before you a married man.
Alma: Yes, to your
brother’s widow, after he was killed.
You took their 5 year old boy as your own son.
Seth: Married.
Alma: Yes.
(Alma and Seth suddenly kiss and embrace
passionately)
Seth: If you’d um, if you’d be more comfortable behind the screen.
Alma: Wouldn’t that defeat our purpose?
(Adams is entering the Gem)
Al: Young Adams. No Satchel, No Case? But
now, don’t tell me you shrunk that magistrate’s head so you can carry it around
in your coat. And that warrant against
me now quashed, just peekin’ out of his tiny mouth?
Silas: I didn’t get
the chance to kill him. He’d left
Yankton by the time I got there. And I
figured I’d catch him here.
Al: Well
maybe you’re here to implement his fuckin’ intentions against me.
Silas: I guess you chew at it a while, you could
work out how it could be that way.
Al: Havin’ given me time as he has to escape my
angry mood, if I continue to ignore his fuckin’ extortions.
Silas: Is that how you left it with him? He’s comin’ back here to see you?
Al: Give
you time to make up which side you’re on, Adams. If the cocksucker would
ever
show up.
(Al goes back to the whore’s room where Smith is
housed. Johnny and Trixie have been caring for him, as he is delirious and
bed-ridden. Al enters the room)
Rev: I, for that
which I do, I allow not for…what I would that I do not, for---what I would,
that I do not, for---
Al (to Trixie): Get out.
Rev: But what I hate, that, too, I---now, if I would
do what I would not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.
Al: Johnny. Shut the door.
(At Doc’s cabin, Doc is
kneeling on the floor to pray)