All language subtitles for Deadwood - 1x10 - Mister Wu

( theme music playing )

( sighs )

( under breath )
YEAH.

WHAT WAS IN MY MIND
TO RAISE MY HAND?

ANYWAYS,

TIME FOR BREAKFAST.

- YOU GO AHEAD.
- BULLSHIT.

COME ON.

( sighs ) WOULD A LETTER
TO THE PAPER BE AN IDEA?

SAME TIME I GIVE
THE PROPOSAL TO FARNUM?

- YES.
- MARSHAL PUBLIC SENTIMENT AND FAVOR,

MAYBE FENCE 'EM
IN A LITTLE.

- EXCELLENT APPROACH.
- GODDAMN QUICKSAND

IS WHAT THESE COMMISSIONER
POSITIONS AMOUNT TO.

YES, THEY DO.

IT'S ALL A HOOT AND A HOLLER
TO YOU, THOUGH, ISN'T IT, SOL?

- NO, IT ISN'T.
- JESUS CHRIST.

- BREAKFAST VITTLES AT THE READY, GENTLEMEN.
- MAYOR.

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.

THE FIRST USE
FOR THOSE FEES

IS PAYING BRIBES
TO THE LEGISLATURE.

THEIR BAGMAN'S
IN TRANSIT.

- WELL, IF THERE'S ANYTHING FUCKING LEFT.
- WHY, MR. BULLOCK,

YOU SOUND LIKE
YOU WANT TO WRING MY NECK.

- ( chuckles )
- SUBMIT YOUR IDEAS, BULLOCK, AND BY ALL MEANS,

I'LL TAKE THEM
UNDER ADVISEMENT.

ALWAYS GLAD TO HEAR FROM
THE CAMP HEALTH COMMISSIONER.

- GIVE THE IDEA TO THE DAMN PAPER FIRST.
- ( clucks )

- ( whinnying )
- PLEASE, TAKE YOUR PASSAGE.

COCKSUCKER.

WHAT IS THIS CELESTIAL

DOING APPROACHING
THE GEM'S FRONT DOOR?

THE TIT LICKER.

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!

- STOP WHERE THE FUCK YOU ARE, MR. WU.
- SWE'GEN.

YEAH, WELL, I'LL GET
MR. "SWE'GEN,"

BUT FIRST, YOU GOTTA
WALK THE FUCK OUT

- AND THEN COME AROUND THE BACK.
- SWE'GEN.

UH, NOPE, NO!
NO!

NO, CLOSED FOR A WHILE.
LICK LATER.

WE GOT US
A SITUATION HERE, AL!

COME IN THE FRONT
FUCKING DOOR.

BRING HIM UP.

YOU WANT ME TO TAKE HIM OUT
AND BRING HIM AROUND BACK?

BRING HIM
THE FUCK UP.

COME ON, MR. WU.
COME ON.

- ( urinating )
- ( clears throat )

PUT HIM IN THE CHAIR
AND GET OUT, JOHNNY.

SIT.

SIT!
HE WON'T SIT.

- GET OUT.
- YES, SIR.

WHAT IS IT, WU?

( speaking Chinese )

DO YOU THINK I SHOULD
OPEN IT BACK UP?

I BELIEVE THAT'S
WHAT AL WOULD WANT.

MAYOR.

AUGUST COMMENCEMENT
TO MY ADMINISTRATION-

STAND STYMIED
OUTSIDE A SALOON

BESIDE A DEGENERATE
TIT LICKER.

NOW, THE- THIS-
THIS IS ONE OF YOU, HUH?

( speaking Chinese )

OH, THIS-
THIS IS HIM DEAD?

AND THESE TWO.

( speaking Chinese )
... COCKSUCKER!

YEAH, GLAD I TAUGHT
YOU THAT FUCKING WORD.

THESE ARE WHITES, HUH?

WHITE COCKSUCKER!

TWO WHITE COCKSUCKERS
KILLED HIM

AND STOLE THE DOPE THAT
HE WAS BRINGING TO YOU.

WHITE COCKSUCKER!
YOU, SWE'GEN.

THE DOPE THAT YOU WERE
GONNA FUCKING SELL TO ME?

WHITE COCKSUCKER.

THESE TWO WHITE COCKSUCKERS?
WHO THE FUCK DID IT?

- WHO?
- WHO, YOU IGNORANT FUCKING CHINK?!

- WU?!
- WHO?!

WHO- WHO STOLE
THE FUCKING DOPE?!

- COCKSUCKER!
- AW, JESUS.

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
COMING OVER TO THAT RAILING,

POINTING AT YOU
AND BECKONING YOU

UP THEM STAIRS
WITH YOUR FUCKING KNIFE.

I BEGRUDGE THAT PERVERT
HIS CAPACITY FOR HAPPINESS.

I DO.

THEM PEOPLE WORSHIP A
FAT MAN SEATED ON HIS ASS.

Al:
YOU LISTEN TO ME, HMM?

LISTEN.

I...

FIND COCKSUCKERS.

I FIND.

I FIND DOPE...

AND COCKSUCKERS
WHO STEAL...

- FUCKING DOPE, HUH?
- WHITE COCKSUCKER.

OH, YEAH.

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?

WHERE'S THE DOPE FIEND?

AIN'T SEEN JIMMY IRONS
IN THREE OR FOUR DAYS.

FUCKING FIND HIM.

- MORNING, E.B.
- MORNING, SIR.

ANYTHING THE MAYOR
SHOULD KNOW?

NAME OF ANOTHER
TAILOR.

DIDN'T WE HAVE AN ENGAGEMENT
TO STUFF ENVELOPES, AL?

NOT UNTIL I GET THE CURRENCY
TO STUFF 'EM WITH.

( Merrick clears throat )

"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 $1

OR MORE THAN $3,

SUCH REVENUES
TO BE USED FOR DUMP UPKEEP

AND TO BUILD AND KEEP UP
A CAMP INFIRMARY."

THAT'S EXCELLENT,
MR. BULLOCK.

- MORNING.
- GOOD MORNING, MR. BULLOCK.

- GENTLEMEN.
- MRS. GARRET.

- GOOD MORNING, MADAM.
- GOOD MORNING.

AND GOOD MORNING
TO YOU, YOUNG LADY.

IT'S MR. BULLOCK'S
IDEAS ON

REFUSE DISPOSAL.

IT IS TERRIBLY
CROWDED TODAY.

- MMM.
- WE WERE JUST REMARKING JUST YESTERDAY

THAT IT COULDN'T POSSIBLY
GET MORE CROWDED.

AND YET TODAY, IT IS.

I'M GONNA ASK
AFTER E.B. FARNUM.

MR. FARNUM'S
AWAY FROM THE DESK.

GEM SALOON,
ACROSS THE WAY.

TWO ROOMS.

THERE'S NO VACANCY, SIR.

I'LL WORK IT OUT
WHILE YOU EAT.

THERE'S A MAN OUTSIDE
WITH TWO HORSES.

YOU SEND THE MAN INSIDE,
SEE THE HORSES STABLED.

- DON'T ASK NO FUCKING EXTRA FOR IT.
- YES, SIR.

MR. FARNUM'S DOING
A LINED OFFICE BUSINESS.

OR SHOULD I SAY
"MAYOR" FARNUM?

DON'T, UNLESS
YOU FEEL YOU HAVE TO.

THAT VERY ATTRACTIVE
SOLITARY WOMAN

IS MISS JOANIE STUBBS,

A SUPERVISORY
FIGURE

AT CY TOLLIVER'S
BELLA UNION SALOON.

- YOUR CRAVAT'S IN YOUR BACON.
- OH.

FUCK THIS!

IS IT FUCKING
CROWDED IN HERE

OR YOU JUST GOT
SOME BIG FUCKING FEET?

MAYBE IT'S THE LETHAL
COMBINATION OF 'EM BOTH.

THIS ONE LEGISLATOR'S
NAMED ON THE LIST

YOU WERE GIVEN
TWICE, AL.

- LUCALIS CHILDS OF BISMARCK.
- GIVE HIM TWO ENVELOPES.

I'LL CALL HIM ON IT IF
IT EVER SUITS MY PURPOSE.

AS DAMP AS YOUR
HANDS ARE,

WHY DO YOU CONTINUOUSLY
LICK YOUR FUCKING THUMB?

HABIT, I SUPPOSE.

COULD YOU LEARN THE HABIT
OF LICKING A FUCKING STUMP?

( chuckles )

IF HEALTH COMMISSIONER
BULLOCK HAS HIS WAY,

SOME OF THE LEVIES
MEANT TO DEFRAY

THE COST OF THESE PAYOFFS
MAY GET DIVERTED.

- TO WHAT?
- INFIRMARY FOR THE CAMP.

- GARBAGE DUMP.
- WELL, THAT TYPE OF SHIT'S INEVITABLE.

E.B.,

STEAL NONE
OF THIS MONEY.

GRATUITOUS, HURTFUL
AND UNNECESSARY.

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.
- UNDERSTOOD.

INTACT
AND UNDIMINISHED.

- WHAT IS IT, AL?
- HALF A CHANCE THIS COULD BE HIM.

THE BAGMAN? HE WASN'T
TO BE HERE TILL TONIGHT.

NAME'S SILAS ADAMS.
I'M LOOKING FOR E.B. FARNUM.

I'M MAYOR E.B. FARNUM,
MR. ADAMS.

AND THIS IS
AL SWEARENGEN.

I'M TO GIVE THIS TO YOU
FROM MAGISTRATE CLAGETT,

AND YOU'RE TO GIVE
THOSE TO ME.

POUR YOURSELF
AND YOUR FRIEND A DRINK.

STOP!

YOU MOTHERLESS
FUCKING WHORES.

FUCK YOU!

- FUCK ME?!
- GENTLEMEN!

YOU KNOW WHAT HE
SAYS HERE?

NO. YOU THINK YOU SHOULD'VE ASKED
ME THAT BEFORE YOU MOTHERFUCKED ME?

A DOUBLE-CROSSING
COCKSUCKER.

THAT'S MAGISTRATE
CLAGETT.

IS THAT THE MESSAGE YOU
WANT ME TO TAKE BACK TO HIM?

THAT'S THE GIST OF IT. LET ME PUT
IT A BETTER WAY BEFORE I SEND YOU

AND YOUR MUTE FRIEND
BACK DOWN THE FUCKING TRAIL.

NO LATER
THAN TONIGHT.

- YOU GIVING ME A TIME LIMIT?
- YEAH.

PUSSY AND WHISKEY FREE,
IF YOU WANT IT.

I MAKE MY OWN
ARRANGEMENTS.

MR. ADAMS,

MAY I ACCOMPANY
YOU TO MY HOTEL, SIR?

MR. ADAMS?

Johnny:
HEY, AL.

DAN'S GOT
JIMMY IRONS.

TELL HIM
I'LL RECEIVE HIM

IN MY FUCKING
CHAMBERS, OKAY?

GET OUT OF HERE.

- YOU WORK OUT THE ROOMS?
- YOU GOTTA SHARE.

JUST SEND UP TWO PLATES
OF FUCKING FOOD.

AND DON'T SPIT
IN 'EM, PARTNER.

MR. UTTER.

I'D 'BOUT
GIVEN UP HOPE.

YES.

MIGHTY KIND OF YOU,
MISS STUBBS.

HOW'S THE FREIGHT
BUSINESS WORKING OUT?

ALL A MAN COULD WISH FOR AND
VERGING ON MORE THAN HE CAN HANDLE.

( chuckles )
GLAD TO HEAR IT.

HOW'D YOU DO LOOKING
FOR YOUR WHOREHOUSE?

I AIN'T FOUND
A SPOT YET.

I GUESS, TO BE MORE HONEST,
I'D SAY I FOUND A FEW,

BUT AIN'T SETTLED
ON ONE YET, ABSOLUTELY.

- I SEE.
- Sol: EVERYONE DONE? BECAUSE IF NOT,

- I FEAR FOR OUR LIVES.
- I'M DONE.

LET'S TAKE
A NICE BRISK WALK.

SHIT.OH GOD.
DID I- DID I-

DID I SPILL
ON ANYONE?

- NO.
- SORRY.

- WHERE Y'ALL HEADED?
- GONNA TAKE THE AIR.

JOIN US IF
THE OPPORTUNITY PERMITS.

IT'S GOOD
TO SEE YOU, CHARLIE.

HAVE A GOOD DAY.

YOU TOO, MISS STUBBS.

MADAM, AS CROWDED AS IT WAS
YESTERDAY AND MORE SO TODAY,

IT SHOWS NO SIGN
OF BECOMING LESS CROWDED.

YOU MIND GETTING YOUR ASS
OUT OF MY SHOULDER?

YOU GOT A RUDE
FUCKING MOUTH, FELLA.

CONDITIONS
IN THAT DINING ROOM

HAVE GROWN INCREASINGLY
OPPRESSIVE.

( inhales )

- IT'S CROWDED, FOR A FACT.
- PRICE OF THE CAMP'S SUCCESS.

THAT FELLA WAS BEING
SMART WITH YOU, MERRICK.

YOUR ASS WAS NOWHERE
NEAR HIS SHOULDER.

WELL, WHATEVER MY PROXIMITY,
IT WAS CERTAINLY UNINTENTIONAL.

WELL, BELIEVE ME,
I HAD THE ANGLE.

WE WAS JUST REMARKING HOW
TIGHT IT'S ALL GETTING IN THERE.

AH, YET HOW MANY MEMORIES
FOND TO THE RECOLLECTION

HAVE THEIR SETTING IN THAT
TIGHT LITTLE DINING ROOM?

YEAH, WELL,
IT'S FUCKED NOW.

ANYWAYS, WE OUGHT
TO OPEN SOON.

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 OF WHOM ARE WALKING
WITH ME NOW,

THAT WAS SUCH PLEASURE
TO EXPERIENCE

AND SUCH A JOY
NOW TO RECALL.

GOOD OF YOU TO SAY,
MR. MERRICK.

YEAH, BACK AT YA
AS FAR AS THAT GOES.

YEAH.

GENTLEMEN, WHAT'S TO PREVENT
US FROM FREEING OUR FRIENDSHIP

FROM DEPENDENCE ON THAT
LITTLE DINING ROOM?

RELYING NOT ON HAPPENSTANCE
AND APPETITE TO FURTHER

COMMERCE BETWEEN US, BUT
ON OUR OWN CONSCIOUS CHOICE?

- MEANING WHAT?
- MEANING, MR. UTTER,

THE MOST INFORMAL
AND DISORGANIZED

- OF CLUBS.
- WE GOTTA OPEN, SOL.

YEAH, I DON'T
JOIN CLUBS.

NOW, NOW,
ITS SOLE PURPOSE

COULD BE JUST WALKING
TOGETHER AS WE ARE NOW.

WELL, WHY DON'T
WE JUST WALK TOGETHER

WHEN WE HAPPEN TO BE OUT?

WE COULD, OR WE
COULD DEDICATE OURSELVES

TO THE PRINCIPLE
OF WALKING TOGETHER.

MAYBE ALL WE NEED
IS A NAME.

Bullock:
SOL?

WE GOTTA OPEN.

- YEAH, I GOT FREIGHT COMING IN.
- THIS WAS GOOD.

I ENJOYED THIS.

YEAH, WE'LL
DO IT AGAIN.

- MORNING, MR. MERRICK.
- THANK YOU, MR. BULLOCK.

AND THANK YOU FOR
THE LETTER TO THE EDITOR.

"THE AMBULATORS."

HUH.

WHERE HAVE
YOU BEEN, JIMMY?

SO FUCKING SICK,
MR. SWEARENGEN.

- CHILLS, FEVER.
- YEAH, I HEAR IT STILL IN YOUR CHEST.

COUPLE TIMES, FELT LIKE TURNING
MY FACE TO THE FUCKING WALL.

FUCKING PALE
YOU ARE, TOO.

I- I'VE ROUNDED
THE CORNER, THOUGH.

PLAN FOR MY RETURN
TODAY OR TOMORROW.

WU'S OPIUM COURIER
WAS ROBBED.

OH, IS THAT SO?

WELL, WAS IT MONEY
THEY GOT OR DOPE?

ALL HIS
FUCKING DOPE.

UH-OH.

- SO YOU DIDN'T GET YOUR RESUPPLY.
- NO.

- HAD YOU ANY LAID BY?
- NO, SIR.

"UH-OH,"
EH, JIMMY?

IT SOUNDS LIKE
I'M IN FOR A DRY TIME.

( sighs )

SOME MORE ACHES
AND PAINS COMING UP FOR ME.

WHEN WAS WU SUPPOSED TO
HEAR AGAIN FROM CALIFORNIA?

CAN HE EVEN MAKE HIMSELF
UNDERSTOOD TO YOU?

I'M THAT AMAZED
HOW THE FUCK YOU AND HIM

CAN MAKE YOURSELVES UNDERSTOOD
ANY WAY TO EACH OTHER.

JIMMY, WHAT BECOME OF THAT
DOPE-FIEND, FARO DEALER

THAT I HIRED TO APPRISE ME OF
WHAT TRANSPIRED OVER AT TOLLIVER'S?

LEON?

LEON,
THAT'S RIGHT.

JEEZ, HE JUST
DISAPPEARED, DIDN'T HE?

WHERE THE FUCK
HAS HE GOT TO?

YOU'VE BEEN WRONG
SINCE YOU WALKED IN HERE.

YOU KNOW THAT,
JIMMY, DON'T YOU?

LIKE I SAID, SIR,
I FEEL LIKE HELL.

IS THAT WHAT I MEAN?

WELL, WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
MR. SWEARENGEN?

YOU BEEN LYING, JIMMY.

SMELL OF CAT'S PISS
IN THIS ROOM IS SO BAD,

I WANT TO BURN DOWN
THE FUCKING BUILDING.

I'M NERVOUS, SIR. I'M
ALWAYS NERVOUS AROUND YOU.

NERVOUSNESS DON'T
CAUSE THAT.

LYING CAUSES
CAT PISS SMELL.

( sniffs,
exhales deeply )

I WANT TO TEAR THIS ENTIRE
FUCKING STRUCTURE DOWN.

I'LL STRANGLE YOU AND THROW
YOU OFF THE BALCONY,

YOU STINKING
LITTLE COCKSUCKER

IF YOU DON'T
HURRY TO TELL ME

WHERE AND WHAT'S LEFT
OF THAT FUCKING DOPE

THAT YOU AND THAT OTHER
WEASEL HAVE BEEN SLAMMING

INTO YOUR DOPE-FIEND FUCKING VEINS
DURING YOUR FUCKING CONVALESCENCE.

GOD, MR. SWEARENGEN-

JESUS, WHAT
A FUCKING STINK!

NOT TO MENTION, YOU KILL
A FUCKING CHINK COURIER

AND THE HEADACHE OVER THAT
I'M GONNA HAVE WITH FUCKING WU

IF I EVER GET
THIS FUCKING STENCH

- OUT OF MY FUCKING NOSTRILS.
- I JUST SHIT MYSELF, SIR.

I'M SAYING IT NOW BEFORE
THE SMELL GETS YOU.

- YOU SHIT YOURSELF?
- I'M SORRY.

GO AHEAD, THROW YOURSELF
OFF THE BALCONY.

I'M GONNA CRAWL, SIR,
I SHOULDN'T STAND.

WHERE'S
THE FUCKING DOPE?

AT LEON'S,
I'LL SHOW YOU EXACTLY.

I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING. WE
WERE FOUR DAYS UP IN HIS ROOM.

HURRY THE FUCK UP.
GO ON, THROW YOURSELF.

AND STAY IN THE FUCKING
MUCK UNTIL I'M DOWN THERE.

I JUST GOT A SPLINTER THE LENGTH
OF MY ARM IN MY FUCKING PALM.

- IT'S ALL RIGHT.
- GO.

GO, JIMMY.
COME ON.

COME ON, GET YOUR SHIT-SMEARED
ASS OFF MY BALCONY.

GO, GO, GO!

( groans )

I HURT MY ARM.
BUT I'M OKAY.

YOU FUCKING
LIE THERE NOW.

I'M JUST GONNA
ROLL FORWARD,

SO- SO I DON'T
GET TRAMPLED.

JIMMY IRONS
IS IN THE MUCK.

DON'T LET HIM SCUTTLE OFF UNTIL
DAN EMERGES WITH OTHER ORDERS.

HOW'D IT GO
WITH JIMMY?

LYING THIEVING COCKSUCKER
THREW HIMSELF OFF A BALCONY.

HE'LL LEAD YOU
TO WHATEVER SHITHOLE

HIM AND THAT DOPE-FIEND
FARO DEALER FROM TOLLIVER'S

HAVE BEEN USING TO SLAM
WU'S JUNK INTO THEIR ARMS.

CHANGE IRONS INTO A PAIR OF
THE OTHER COCKSUCKER'S TROUSERS

AND BRING 'EM BOTH BACK HERE,
PLUS WHATEVER DOPE'S LEFT.

ALL RIGHT.

- IS THAT THE REVEREND IDLING BY THE PIANO?
- YES, SIR.

- HAS HE EXPLAINED HIS PRESENCE AT ALL?
- NO, SIR.

BUT HE AIN'T BEEN TRYING TO
LEAD NO LOST SOULS TO THE LORD.

SO THERE'S THAT.

REVEREND.

MR. SWEARENGEN.

- YOUR NEW PIANO PLAYS WONDERFULLY.
- AIN'T IT DELIGHTFUL?

DAVE, GO GET A FREE
TOUCH FROM WANDA, HUH?

WHAT'S THE MATTER
WITH YOUR EYE?

I'M NOT CERTAIN.

SOMETHING'S BEEN AMISS
THE LAST WEEK OR SO.

ANYWAYS, NOT WANTING
TO GIVE OFFENSE,

WOULD YOU MIND ME ASKING YOU
TO FREQUENT ANOTHER JOINT?

NO.NO,
I UNDERSTAND.

MAN OF THE CLOTH SLOWS
BUSINESS DOWN, HUH?

I UNDERSTAND,
CERTAINLY.

HEY, WHAT-
WHAT'S THAT THEN, HMM?

SOMETHING AMISS
WITH MY LEG, AS WELL.

HOW YOU DEALING
WITH THE FITS, HUH?

NOTHING AMISS WITH THOSE.
THEY COME WITH SOME REGULARITY.

- MY BROTHER SUFFERED THEM.
- DID HE?

ANY CASE, DON'T TAKE
ME FOR INHOSPITABLE.

OFF HOURS,

ANY PURPOSE YOU WANT
TO VISIT, HMM, HMM?

INCOGNITO OR THE LIKE, I'LL
BE HAPPY TO MAKE IT WORK.

I JUST HAPPENED
TO HEAR THE PIANO.

ALL RIGHT, MINISTER.

ALL RIGHT,
MR. SWEARENGEN.

FUCKING NEW PIANO.

- AFTERNOON.
- AFTERNOON.

AFTERNOON, HOSTETLER.

AFTERNOON. NOW, I GOT OTHER
INTERESTS IN MY PROPERTY.

IF'N YOU WANT IT,
BETTER MAKE AN OFFER.

I'M NOT GONNA
MAKE AN OFFER TODAY.

- HOW MUCH TIME WOULD YOU NEED?
- I DON'T KNOW.

I SAID WHEN I WAS READY,
I'D BE BY TO YOU.

YOU DON'T WANT
TO RUSH ME.

I WAS GIVING YOU
FIRST OPPORTUNITY.

- NO ONE IS RUSHING YOU.
- ALL RIGHT.

FAIR OFFER FROM OTHER
INTERESTS, I'M GONNA TAKE IT.

ALL RIGHT,
HOSTETLER.

I'LL BE HAVING
A PICKAXE.

BARGAIN AT $7.

( knocking )

IT'S OPEN.

- HI YA, KID.
- HI, EDDIE.

DID THAT BLOOD STAIN
GET YOU THE SPECIAL RATE?

HAVE A SEAT, EDDIE.

I'D OFFER YOU A DRINK,
BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY BOOZE.

SETTLE ON A LOCATION
FOR YOUR NEW PLACE YET?

I'M LOOKING.

GOOD.

- THAT'S A LIE.
- AS LONG AS IT'S THE ONLY ONE YOU EVER TOLD ME.

I DON'T WANT
CY TO BACK ME,

AND I DON'T KNOW HOW
TO DO ANYTHING WITHOUT HIM.

I'LL BACK YOU.

YOU DON'T HAVE
THAT KIND OF MONEY.

- I WILL.
- YOU GONNA TURN PROSPECTOR, EDDIE?

I'M GONNA ROB CY.

DON'T, EDDIE.
HE'LL KNOW.

WHAT'S THE TIME, KID?

NO, HE WON'T.

I DO BUSINESS
WITH THIS FUCKING MAN.

WU DOES 50 FUCKING
THINGS FOR ME.

YOU ROB HIS FUCKING COURIER
AND KILL THE COCKSUCKER.

WHAT THE FUCK DO
I DO WITH YOU, HUH?

I'M SO FUCKED UP,
MR. SWEARENGEN.

I CAN'T MAKE A CASE
FOR MYSELF.

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.

- ( groans )
- I'VE WORKED HARD FOR YOU, MR. SWEARENGEN.

- MY HABIT'S A FUCKIN' CURSE.
- OH GOD.

I WISH THE FUCK I NEVER
TOOK UP OPIUM IN MY LIFE.

IF SOMETHING MIGHT PERSUADE
YOU, MR. SWEARENGEN,

TO SAY YOU COULDN'T FIND US AND
GIVE US A DAY'S START OUT OF CAMP...

YOU GOT ALMOST HALF THE DOPE
BACK, MAYBE A LITTLE LESS.

SO I GIVE HIM A LITTLE
LESS THAN HALF THE DOPE,

WHICH YOU BEING THE CAT
PISS STINKING LIARS YOU ARE,

HE'LL PROBABLY DRAW A PICTURE
EXPLAINING TO ME IS 10% 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 FUCKING SUPPER.

PLEASE FUCKING GOD,
MR. SWEARENGEN,

- DON'T GIVE US TO WU FOR HIS PIGS.
- ( gags )

( Leon coughing )

( door closes )

( speaking Chinese )

WE'RE HERE TO BE OVERCHARGED
ON SOME FUCKING MEAT.

WILL YOUR CHINK HIGHNESS
FUCKING PERMIT US TO GO INSIDE

AND GET ROBBED BLIND
ON A SIDE OF ELK?

I FOUND THE COCKSUCKERS
THAT STOLE YOUR DOPE

AND THAT'S WHAT'S LEFT
OF THE FUCKING SHIPMENT.

COCKSUCKERS!

OH YEAH, I'M ALL
FUCKING 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.

COCKSUCKER.

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 YOUR CHINK FRIENDS
A FUCKING LESSON?

WHO'S GONNA WALK AWAY FROM
THAT GET-TOGETHER, HUH, WU?

COCKSUCKER!

YEAH.

COCKSUCKER.

SWE'GEN BRING
YOU COCKSUCKER.

( sighs )

- SWE'GEN.
- BUT ONLY ONE, WU.

ONE COCKSUCKER,
NOT TWO.

COCKSUCKER.

ONE.

NO TWO.

I GIVE UP TWO WHITES
FOR ONE CHINK,

WHEN THEY'RE FINISHED STRINGING
YOU UP, THEY'LL COME GET ME.

HOW MUCH?

SWE'GEN.

EVEN MONEY THIS'LL END UP
A FUCKING BLOODBATH.

EVERY FUCKING 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 THESE CHINKS UNDERSTAND YOU?

THEY UNDERSTAND
MY FUCKING ATTITUDE.

THAT HE'S A FUCKING
WILY BIG SHOT.

BUILDS HIM UP
AMONGST HIS PEOPLE.

TAKE THEM TWO DOPE-FIENDS
OVER TO THE BATHS

WHILE I CONVERSE WITH TOLLIVER
OVER WHICH ONE GETS MURDERED.

IT'S A NICE
PIECE OF MEAT.

SO CUT A PIECE OFF
FOR YOURSELF,

PUT THE REST IN THE CELLAR, THEN
TAKE THEM HOOPLE HEADS TO THE BATH.

NICE MEAT!

( speaking Chinese )

IF IT'S YOUR MISSING FARO
DEALER YOU'RE DRINKING OVER,

- HE JUST THREW UP IN MY OFFICE.
- ( snickers )

HAD YOU BEEN SHARING SPACE
WITH HIM A WHILE?

ONLY LONG ENOUGH
TO FIND OUT

HIM AND A FELLOW DOPE-FIEND
WHO WORKS FOR ME

- ROBBED AND MURDERED A CHINK OPIUM COURIER.
- ( groans )

LEON, LEON, LEON.

SECOND BEST THIMBLE RIGGER I EVER
SAW WHEN HE WASN'T CHASING THE DRAGON.

YOU DO REALIZE I'M PRESENTING
YOU WITH A MUTUAL PROBLEM.

WHICH I EXPECT'S A LITTLE WAYS DOWN
THE ROAD, SO I'M WAXING PHILOSOPHICAL

TILL YOU TELL ME
WHAT YOU WANT.

I MADE A DEAL
WITH THE BOSS CHINK

- TO GIVE HIM ONE OF THE
TWO DOPE-FIENDS. - 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.

WHAT'S YOUR
FUCKING PRINCIPLE?

A WHITE DOPE-FIEND'S
STILL WHITE.

I DON'T DELIVER
WHITE MEN TO CHINKS-

LEAVING ME WITH
A BAG OF SHIT TO HOLD.

MAYBE YOU SHOULD THINK HARDER
ABOUT TRAFFICKING IN FUCKING JUNK.

I'M A PURVEYOR OF SPIRITS,
CY, DOPE FUCKING INCLUDED,

AND WHEN CHANCE AFFORDS, A THIEF,
BUT I AIN'T NO FUCKING HYPOCRITE.

( sighs )
I THINK WE'RE DONE, AL.

BUT IN MY LINE,
I'M USED TO CERTAIN TYPES

THINKING THEY NEED
THE LAST WORD.

NO, MY LAST WORD IS THE FUCKING
BAGMAN'S HERE FROM YANKTON,

SO GET UP
YOUR FUCKING SHARE.

WHERE'S FUCKING
JOANIE STAYING?

I DON'T KNOW, CY.

AH, DON'T FUCKING
LIE TO ME.

- I DON'T KNOW.
- ( clicks tongue )

IF YOU SEE HER
AT WHATEVER FUCKING PLACE

YOU DON'T KNOW
WHERE SHE'S STAYING AT,

TELL HER I HAVE SOME GOOD
FUCKING NEWS FOR HER

ABOUT UPCOMING REAL ESTATE
AVAILABILITIES

IF SHE'D EVER SHOW UP
TO HEAR ABOUT IT.

- OKAY?
- SURE, BOSS.

- THANK YOU.
- ( piano playing )

THAT AIN'T RIGHT, SEE?

MY FATHER WAS
A PREACHER OF THE WORD

AND THAT AIN'T RIGHT.

( women giggling )

SO THIS WHAT IT'S COME
TO IN DEADWOOD, EH, DOC?

MINISTERS KICKING UP
THEIR HEELS

AND CHINAMEN WALKING
THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR?

YOU KNOW, WHEN YOU GIGGLE,
YOU LEAK PISS.

- POOR FUCKING MAN.
- LET ME SEE YOUR ARM.

IT'S FINE, DOC,
IT'S BETTER.

QUIT ACTING LIKE
A GODDAMN FOOL AND SIT DOWN.

GET THE FUCK
AWAY FROM HIM!

SHUT THAT
FUCKING PIANO DOWN!

HEY, BIG TIME, FUCK 'EM
OR GET THE FUCK OUT!

DID WE NOT COME
TO AN UNDERSTANDING?

IN WHAT CONNECTION, SIR?

IN THE CONNECTION OF YOU
STAYING THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

I DON'T RECALL THAT, SIR.

- DO YOU WISH ME TO LEAVE?
- YEAH, I WISH YOU TO FUCKING LEAVE.

WRITE YOURSELF A NOTE AND HANG
IT OVER YOUR ONE GOOD FUCKING EYE:

- "STAY OUT OF AL SWEARENGEN'S JOINT."
- ALL RIGHT, SIR.

"STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THE GEM,
WHATEVER MY FUCKING PROBLEM IS," HMM?

I WAS DRAWN
TO THE MUSIC.

THE PIANO RELIEVES
MY HEADACHE.

LISTEN TO A PIANO WHERE YOU DON'T MAKE
A FUCKING ASS OUT OF YOURSELF, HUH?

- DO YOU KNOW WHERE I MIGHT FIND ONE?
- NO!

HELP HIM
THE FUCK OUT, HUH?

COME ON.

WHAT THE FUCK
WAS THAT?

HE'S HAVING CHANGES
IN HIS BRAIN.

I HOPE TO CHRIST
HE'S HAVING CHANGES.

I'D HATE TO THINK OF HIM
CONDUCTING PERFORMANCES LIKE THAT

OF SECRET EVENINGS
IN THE FOREST AND THE LIKE.

I'M CERTAIN NOW
IT'S A TUMOR.

- THAT CAUSED THE FITS TOO, HUH?
- YES.

YOU NOTICE NOW TOO
HE'S STARING COCKEYED?

HE WAS IN HERE NOT TWO HOURS
AGO. DON'T FUCKING REMEMBER.

- NOTHING TO BE DONE, HUH?
- NO.

HE AIN'T COMING
BACK IN MY JOINT.

HE'S A MAN OF THE CLOTH
IN CASE HE FORGETS.

KICKING UP HIS LEGS
LIKE A FOUR-BIT STRUMPET.

HOW'S TRIXIE'S SPIRITS
SEEM TO YOU, HUH?

- HER ABSCESS SEEMS FINE.
- THAT AIN'T WHAT I ASKED!

AND I DON'T ANSWER FOR
THE STATE OF PEOPLE'S SPIRITS.

COME ON! BUY A DRINK!
GET YOUR PRICKS SUCKED!

SPEND SOME FUCKING
MONEY, HUH?!

IT AIN'T CIRCUMSTANCE.

IT'S MY OWN FUCKING
METTLESOME NATURE.

- FAR AS WHAT?
- WHAT I'VE DONE, SOL.

AND YOU HAVE
TO ADMIRE ME FOR IT.

IT'S MOVED 300 MILES TO
SET THE DAMN SITUATION UP

I LEFT MONTANA
TO GET AWAY FROM.

- DRAWING UP PROPOSALS FOR REFUSE DISPOSAL.
- UNSOLICITED.

INSULTED HOSTETLER OUT OF
MY OWN FUCKING IRRITABILITY.

I BELIEVE HOSTETLER'S
HAD WORSE AFTERNOONS.

WIFE AND CHILD
I BARELY KNOW.

I DON'T GUESS
YOU NEED ME TO SAY IT.

IF THERE'S A HEAVEN, YOUR BROTHER
SEES WHAT YOU DID AND HE'S GRATEFUL.

MAYBE HE SEES ME
BORROWING HIS LIFE

SO I DIDN'T HAVE
TO LIVE MY OWN.

PEOPLE HAVE MADE GOOD LIVES
OUT OF BORROWED ONES BEFORE.

BUT SHE
IS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.

THEM STUFFED ENVELOPES FOR
THOSE CUNTS AT THE LEGISLATURE,

PAST SMOOTHING THE ROAD
FOR THE CAMP'S ANNEXATION,

THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO CLEAR
UP A PERSONAL SITUATION.

BUT THAT LETTER YOU BORE
FROM THE MAGISTRATE

EXPLAINED MY SITUATION WOULD
NEED ADDITIONAL ENVELOPES.

NOT MY PROBLEM.

BUT YOU'D UNDERSTAND HOW
A MAN WOULD FEEL AGGRIEVED,

LEARNING THAT HE BRIBED A
LEGISLATOR TO ANNEX A CAMP,

BUT HADN'T GOT
THE SOLD-OUT COCKSUCKERS

TO LIFT THE MURDER
WARRANT AGAINST HIM?

HOW HE'D FEEL THAT
HE SPENT A LOT OF TIME,

AND TROUBLE AND EXPENSE FOR
THE PRIVILEGE OF GETTING HANGED?

NOT SO FAR I'D EXCUSE
HIM MOTHERFUCKING ME

THAT ONLY BORE
THE MESSAGE.

NO.

I'M HERE TO TAKE YOUR MESSAGE
BACK TO THE MAGISTRATE.

WHO I'D BE SURPRISED IS A LYING,
THIEVING DOUBLE-CROSSING COCKSUCKER

ONLY IN HIS
DEALINGS WITH ME.

YEAH.

- MAGISTRATE CLAGETT IS A COCKSUCKER.
- AND?

MAKE YOUR OFFER.

HOW CAN YOU PROVE YOU'RE NOT
HERE TO CATCH ME IN A SWITCH?

I'M NOT HERE
TO PROVE SHIT TO YOU.

DOES IT MATTER TO YOU THE COCKSUCKER
THE WARRANT'S OUT ON ME FOR KILLING

NEEDED MURDERING EVERY
FUCKING DAY HE DREW BREATH?

- NO.
- GOOD.

GOTTA GO TO THE BATHHOUSE.
YOU WANT TO ACCOMPANY ME?

NO ONE'S LOOKING
TO FUCK YOU UP THE ASS.

I GOTTA EXECUTE SOMEONE.

HERE'S THE SITUATION:

TWO DOPE-FIENDS ROB AND
MURDER AN OPIUM COURIER.

DOPE-FIENDS ARE WHITE,
OPIUM COURIER'S A CHINK.

SO FAR, WHO CARES?

THE CHINK WHO PAID
FOR THE DELIVERY

IS A BOSS AMONGST
HIS OWN, GOES BERSERK.

MATTER OF INDIFFERENCE
STILL, HUH?

SOME OF THE DOPE SHOULD
HAVE BEEN DELIVERED

BY THE BOSS CHINK TO A
PILLAR OF THE WHITE COMMUNITY,

A WONDERFUL MAN.

ONE OF THE DOPE-FIENDS
WORKS FOR HIM.

THE OTHER ONE WORKS
FOR A CLEVER COCKSUCKER

WHO COULD BE
CONSIDERED HIS RIVAL,

AND WHO IS WATCHING US FROM
HIS BALCONY EVEN AS WE SPEAK.

THANK YOU FOR
NOT LOOKING.

THE BOSS CHINK
WANTS TO FEED

BOTH THE DOPE-FIENDS
TO HIS PIGS.

NO.

WOULD YOU
GIVE HIM ONE?

IS THE BOSS CHINK THE ONLY
SOURCE OF OPIUM IN THE CAMP?

YUP.

ANY OTHER BUSINESS CONNECTIONS
WITH THE WHITE PILLAR?

SEVERAL.

I'D GIVE HIM ONE.

LET THE DOPE-FIENDS
DRAW FUCKING STRAWS.

CLEVER COCKSUCKER
WON'T CONSENT TO THAT.

DON'T WANT HIS MAN
IN A LOTTERY

THAT COULD DELIVER
HIM TO A CHINK.

IS THE CLEVER COCKSUCKER
SPOILING FOR A FIGHT?

Cy: AL.

WHAT YOU ASKED
FOR EARLIER...

I SUSPECT THAT'S WHO
IT'S INTENDED FOR.

SMART THINKING.

THIS IS LILAH.

SAY HELLO
TO THE FELLAS, LILAH.

HELLO, FELLAS.

SPEAKS, TOO.

BE A BIG EARNER
FOR YOU, CY.

- MAYBE HE IS SPOILING FOR A FIGHT.
- FELT THAT WAY TO ME.

NO ONE ASKED
YOU HOW IT FELT.

MY MONEY'D BE ON HIM
TRYING TO PUT THE CHINK BOSS

IN THE WRONG IN THE EYES
OF THE CAMP.

ANYWAYS, THANK GOD I
DON'T HAVE TO RELY ON YOU

TO FORMULATE
MY PLAN OF ACTION.

YOU WITH ME?

YEAH, I'M WITH YOU.

MR. SWEARENGEN.

AL, WE ARE GOOD
AND FUCKED UP.

WE ARE FUCKED UP,
MR. SWEARENGEN.

- WHAT HAVE WE BEEN SAYING REPEATEDLY, DAN?
- AL'S A GOOD GUY.

THAT YOU'D FUCKING
ALLOW US OUR WORKS HERE

AND US PERIODICALLY
FIXING THE ENTIRE TIME

WE'RE IN THE FUCKING TUB,

AFTER HOW WE INCONVENIENCED
YOU AND FUCKED YOU UP.

FUCKED UP OUR
OWN FUCKING LIVES

FROM THE TIME I WAS
A FUCKING CHILD.

AL.

THANK YOU, MR. SWEARENGEN,
AND YOU ARE A GOOD GUY.

THANK YOU, AL.

ONE OF YOU IS GONNA
HAVE TO APOLOGIZE TO WU.

- APOLOGIZE?
- Leon: I'LL APOLOGIZE.

BRING THAT SLANT-EYED
BASTARD OVER HERE.

HE CAN GET IN THE FUCKING
TUB WITH ME.

I'LL APOLOGIZE

AND THEN I'LL KISS HIM.

AND THEN I'LL TIE HIM OFF
AND I'LL SHOOT HIM UP

AND THEN I'LL BLOW HIM

WITH FUCKING SOAP.

WE'RE GONNA DRAW STRAWS...

TO SEE WHO GOES
OVER TO SEE WU.

WE GO THERE?

I WITHDRAW MY VOLUNTEER.

I AM COMFORTABLE
WHERE I AM.

YOU'RE GONNA
PICK A STRAW, JIMMY.

WELL, WHEN YOU SAY
APOLOGIZE, SIR,

COULD YOU BE SPECIFIC
WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?

SHORT STRAW
APOLOGIZES.

BUT THEN WHAT THE FUCK
IS WU GONNA DO?

I WORKED IT OUT WITH WU.

YOU DON'T THINK I'D BE HERE
UNLESS I'D WORKED IT OUT WITH WU.

SO AN APOLOGY'S
GONNA BE ENOUGH?

WE HAPPEN
TO BE FUCKING WHITE.

IN CASE YOU
HADN'T NOTICED,

HE HAPPENS TO BE A FUCKING
SLANT-EYED FUCKING CELESTIAL.

HE'S LUCKY TO GET
A FUCKING APOLOGY.

HE'S LUCKY WE'RE WILLING
TO DO EVEN THAT.

- WELL, WHY DO I GOTTA PICK?
- I'LL PICK.

I DON'T FUCKING MIND.
DON'T BE FUCKING AFRAID.

YOU BE AFRAID YOUR WHOLE
LIFE OF EVERY FUCKING THING.

YOU WANT ME TO PICK, AL?
I'LL PICK.

AND THEN I'LL BLOW
MYSELF WITH FUCKING SOAP.

PICK, JIMMY.

SHOW ME.

UH, WOULD YOU SHOW ME
THE STRAWS, PLEASE, SIR?

SO I KNOW ONE'S
LONG AND ONE'S SHORT.

PICK.

CAN I GET OFF
AGAIN FIRST?

IS THAT THE SHORT ONE
OR THE LONG ONE?

DO NOT THROW UP.

I DON'T WANT
TO SMELL YOUR STINK!

- REVEREND SMITH.
- EVENING, SIR.

- EVENING.
- REVEREND.

I WATCHED GOODS
IN THE TENT THIS UH,

THIS STRUCTURE REPLACED
WHILE MESSIEURS...

BULLOCK AND STAR
FIRST TOOK IN THE CAMP.

YOU SURE DID.

WHAT CAN WE DO
FOR YOU, REVEREND?

I'M IN A QUANDARY,
GENTLEMEN.

ARE YOU MESSIEURS
BULLOCK AND STAR?

IN THE FLESH.

YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE
IMAGES OF THEM, GENTLEMEN.

BUT WHAT MAKES ME AFRAID IS I DO
NOT RECOGNIZE YOU AS MY FRIENDS.

AND NATURALLY,
I AM AFRAID.

WHAT ARE YOU
AFRAID OF, SIR?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S
HAPPENING TO ME.

I HAVE VARIOUS AILMENTS,

AND I SUPPOSE THIS
IS A FURTHER AILMENT,

BUT OF WHAT SORT,
I DON'T KNOW.

AND I'M AFRAID
IF YOU ARE DEVILS,

WHICH I DON'T
BELIEVE YOU ARE,

BECAUSE YOU WERE THE KINDEST
MEN OF ALL IN THE CAMP TO ME-

BUT IF YOU WERE DEVILS,
I SUPPOSE THAT-

THAT WOULD BE THE TYPE
OF SHAPE YOU WOULD TAKE,

AND- AND IF YOU
ARE NOT DEVILS, I-

THEN I AM-

I AM SIMPLY
LOSING MY MIND.

AND WITH MY
OTHER AILMENTS,

I AM CONCERNED
AND AFRAID.

ALL RIGHT, REVEREND.

WE'RE THE PEOPLE YOU MET THE
NIGHT YOU WATCHED OUR GOODS.

I'M FROM ETOBICOKE,
ONTARIO.

I'M FROM VIENNA,
AUSTRIA.

WONDERFUL.

YOU'RE HERE
WITH FRIENDS.

YES, YES,
I FEEL THAT NOW.

AND I HAVE
VARIOUS AILMENTS

OF WHICH
WE ALL SUFFER.

AND NEXT MORNING OFTEN
FINDS US FEELING BETTER.

YES.

IN ANY CASE,
PART OF GOD'S PLAN.

MAY WE WALK YOU BACK
TO YOUR TENT, SIR?

AN EVENING STROLL
WITH FRIENDS.

I WOULD
SO ENJOY THAT.

LET'S GO THEN.

Reverend: MR. SWEARENGEN'S
SALOON HAS A NEW PIANO.

( locks door )

YOU TELL YOUR BOSS.

TELL HIM WHAT
YOU SAW HERE, HUH?

( panting )
I SAW A FAIR PROCEDURE.

I SAW A FAIR PROCEDURE, AL,
TO TELL MR. TOLLIVER.

( groaning )
OH GOD!

DO NOT FUCKING
CALL ME AL.

( sobbing )

I GUESS TOLLIVER ACHIEVED HIS
PURPOSE STANDING ON THAT BALCONY.

- WHY'D YOU KILL YOUR OWN GUY?
- WHY?

YOU GIVE TOLLIVER'S DOPE-FIEND TO THE
BOSS CHINK INSTEAD OF YOUR OWN GUY,

GIVES TOLLIVER THE OPENING
TO MAKE THE BOSS CHINK

LOOK WRONG IN THE EYES
OF THE WHITES.

AND HE CAN GO TO WAR WITH ME
AND MAKE ME OUT A CHINK LOVER.

WHAT IF MY GUY HAD
DRAWN THE LONG STRAW?

I GUESS HE'D HAVE
BEEN SHIT OUT OF LUCK.

MR. ADAMS, DON'T THINK
THERE WAS A LONG STRAW.

MR. ADAMS, MR. DORITY.

- SILAS.
- DAN.

SILAS, LIFT YOUR LID.

YEAH.
GET A FUCKING HAIRCUT.

LOOKS LIKE YOUR MOTHER
FUCKED A MONKEY.

WU, HERE'S THAT COCKSUCKER
TO APOLOGIZE.

SAY YOU'RE SORRY,
JIMMY.

( pigs grunting )

SWE'GEN.

YEAH.

SWE'GEN HOPES WE AIN'T SIGNED
OURSELVES UP FOR KILLING TOO.

( country ballad
playing )

* AND THE HOG
OF THE FORSAKEN *

* GOT NO REASON
TO CRY *

* HE GOT TO CHEW THE ANGELS
FALLEN FROM UP HIGH *

* HE AIN'T WAITIN'
FOR NO ANSWER *

* BAKIN' WOEFUL PIE *

* PIE OF EYESIGHT,
PIE BLUE BLACK *

* WHOA THAT PIE,
THE PIE OF BY AND BY *

* AND THE HOG
OF THE FORSAKEN *

* WELL, HE AIN'T LIKE
YOU AND I *

* WITH BONES ALWAYS BREAKIN'
AND NO PLACE TO GO LIE *

* HE SIT IN THE BOX
SO DARK AND WET *

* HE GOT
SO MUCH TIME *

* HE AIN'T EVEN
WORRIED YET *

* THE HOG
OF THE FORSAKEN *

* HE IS THE PORK
OF CRIME. *