All language subtitles for Deadwood.S03E02.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Man: I am not the fine man

you take me for.

No no.

I come in April
to sell a string of horses

and try my luck in the streams.

What I got for the stock

I lost at the wheel,

and the flake I washed up

I drank the fuck away.

I don't know
as I'll get home at all.

I sold my boots.

I owe $9 to a whore.

- It looks like he fell off the platform.
- It's just a broke-necked hoople, ai.

That he posed us no threat was a judgment
you come to even as you fuckin' snored?

Turns on watch, Johnny, until this
goddamn hearst business settles out.

And not that we lack options...
Like the sleep from which none awaken.

Would you close your flap,
that I don't forego my boiled eggs?

Do you believe the speeches
will be delivered tonight?

The speeches...

The elections are hostage
to the business of the camp,

which is bloody...

Murderous.

And, you know...

I don't like this tea.

- Too cool?
- It's too weak.

I do not make weak tea.

I oughtn't to tease.

I like mine unusually strong.

You might have said, Seth.
It's an easy thing to fix.

- You're right.
- I'm not a mind reader.

- I've said it now.
- My goodness.

How am I?

I could wish your symptoms
further remitted.

I find your answer vague.

Doctor, has your medicine
dulled my faculties

or do you wish
to cloud your meaning?

You don't do as well as I'd hoped.

Am I now losing my baby?

My opinion is you will.

And your symptoms make it

prudent to intervene.

You're pained at the stomach.

I'd... I'd laid that to...

To your medicine
slowing my digestion.

The spasm in the muscles of your belly

doesn't owe to slowed digestion.

And while you are bleeding less,

that you bleed at all
with pain at the abdomen

argues against further delay.

Have I time to see
to certain arrangements?

May I begin to see to mine?

I should be back in about...

An hour and a half's time.

Put your school things
together, little one.

If we know hearst is coming, boss,
why the fuck don't we strike first?

From the moment we leave the forest, Dan,
it's all a giving up and adjusting.

Across the thoroughfare
to see to that cocksucker's throat.

We forgo the rock for the dagger,
learn distraction's use and deceptions

before the dagger is employed...

Spirits, women, games of chance.

I'm older and I'm much less
friendly to fuckin' change.

Change ain't lookin' for friends.

Change calls the tune we dance to.

Ai: Where are you going?

Whiskey, captain?

- Morning, miss sunshine.
- Morning, cy.

What can you tell a man
at the margin of things...

The reason for these
canceled speeches?

I don't know why
they was canceled.

You seem a little sour.

Don't think lying here these weeks,

I ain't had my dark moments.

Thank god I took
this book up again.

If it really brings
you peace, then I'm glad.

Hell, yes, it brings me peace.

Do you doubt that?

I try to believe.

You want to read some
with me, honey?

"Same as you want to find a different way,
then why couldn't cy?"

Getting gut-stabbed by a minister of god
will bring you to examine your path.

But I don't.

I had a gun to my ear
at shaunessy's yesterday.

What the hell
were you doing at shaunessy's?

Staying away from here.

You listen to me, young lady.

What brings a gun to the temple

is lack of gainful occupation
and of being useful to others!

I don't see you try
to kill yourself here.

All you do here is good
for the girls and me too.

I don't want to run women no more.

And that's turning from your gift

and your training!

When you speak, I feel like
it's the devil talking.

Ain't that a lovely thing
to hear yourself accused of?

Con: Excuse me, Mr. T,
but fucking Lila's in extremis.

Jesus Christ!

Ought I get the doc?
Leon seems over his head.

She'll see to it.

Yeah.

Try to stay afloat
from the fuckin' sickbed,

have to listen to something like that.

Get the fuck inside, Leon,
before I take out my gun and kill you!

- Joanie, this ain't the way it looks.
- Get inside or get shot!

Well, hold her up then!
Got a long fuckin' way to fall down.

Let me die, joanie.

Start walking, you lousy whore.

Start walking.

Slept inside,
in case you wasn't aware.

Miss stubbs' request.

Thought she'd try
someone competent keeping watch.

She's off to the Bella union.

I can't worry about her right now.

Can you just help me
lug in the fucking water?

I'm, for the day, off the bottle
and about to bathe.

Camp get up a petition?

I can sniff this all you want, boss,

but I... I ain't got one fuckin' scintilla
of an idea what these marks mean.

What if that's the door of our joint?

That would make

this line the bar.

- Adams: What would that make the xs?
- Murderers.

See to your task with the Jew.

A few fuckin' things history proves:

You sit still,

you fuckin' memorize,
you repeat back what you fuckin' learn,

or, choosing otherwise,
you display your knuckles

to be struck fuckin' bloody
on the fuckin' desk!

That how you gonna
start your talk to the children?

Shut the fuck up, mose!

And don't tease me
at a crucial fuckin' hour.

Can I listen?

From outside
at your post near the shitter.

Could you have
been born, Richardson,

and not egg-hatched
as I've always assumed?

Did your mother hover over you,

snaggle-toothed and doting,

as you now hover over me?

I loved my mother.

Puberty may bring you
to understand

what we take for mother love

is really murderous hatred
and a desire for revenge.

Will you give your speech
to be mayor tonight?

Whatever night I give it,
count on me not to mince words.

"Electors of the camp,
as to who should serve as mayor,

reasonable men may differ.

But as to who should be sheriff...

We all ought speak with one voice.
And our words should be,

'turn out the maniac bullock,
who set upon the mayor unprovoked,

who beat him
with merciless protraction.'

bullock should be murdered!

We should rise up
and murder bullock!

Thank you very much."

My father didn't liked me.

I'd like to use your ointment
to suffocate you.

May the little one walk with you?
Is that all right?

Of course.

My mother's sick.

We're closed
for the next 15 minutes.

- Whiskey.
- Beer.

I'm concerned it might be
taken as provocation...

Me serving his whiskey
before you getting your beer,

- or the very reversal of that.
- Just bring the whiskey.

Fuckin' beer.

And these others, they friends of yours,
that come in on your heels?

You friends of these boys, fellas?

Should I be taking
your orders all together?

- Was yours the fuckin' beer?
- Mine was the fuckin' whiskey.

Right then.

Right you fuckin' are.

- Make a move, cocksuckers!
- Don't you shoot 'em, Johnny!

If these fellas had been sent here to draw,
I believe they'd have already done it.

Go ahead. Go on, fellas.

Mind the muck
at the thoroughfare center.

Debates are on for tonight,

whoever you might want to tell.

I'll drink after I've ate.

Nuh-uh, no no. You don't want...
You don't want to go in there.

Definitely a prudent investment.

If I could control even one my vices,
believe me, I'd have kept the house myself.

Excuse me.

Oh, no.

That's what these are for.

Whether I ever fucking
live there or not.

My husband and I agreed
before marrying

that property held by either of us
before our union

would not be encumbered
by our marriage.

As to such properties held...

By me...

I name my ward Sofia inheritor.

I've heard her.

I wish no amendment

as to guardianship

or administration
of those properties.

I've heard her.

Oughtn't Mr. Bullock
be present to accept?

This is property before our marriage.

I know what it is.

Don't he need to accept,

being steward now
to Sofia's interests?

Why don't I go fetch him?

We have a special guest
with us today...

Miss Jane cannary.

An Indian scout!

There's a child I know.

Sofia.

Anyways, uh...

I was a scout for Armstrong custer.

- George.
- You're right,

but I always called him
"general" to his face,

and "Armstrong" behind his back.

- Why?
- Martha: James.

I guess I...

I always spoke of him
as "Armstrong"

'cause he seemed puffed up to me,

and "Armstrong"
has a puffed up sound.

Any quarrel with me
continuing, James?

James: Go ahead.

Uh-oh.

Why say "uh-oh"?

If you don't mean
to go on to explain yourself,

why say anything at all?!

Do you only feign stupidity while in fact
plotting ways to Madden me?!

- No.
- Why did you say it?

Why did you say "uh-oh"?!

It's the sheriff that beat you.

Now comes Mr. Hearst.

Gentlemen.

Two of his men throat-cut,

he picks the fuckin' fish.

Why do you think the men were his?

My wife would like to see you.

Kinda warm.

The man didn't listen...

His basic fundamental problem.

He'd look at hisself in the mirror
when you'd make your report.

Once I said how thin his waist was...

And how pretty I found his hair,
just to get him to turn around,

which he did... to tell me
get out of his tent.

I guess my lesson
I got to teach you...

Listen and you won't get scalped.

And don't look at yourself
too much in the mirror.

What else I found puffy...

He traveled with a dozen
caged animals

like you'd see
in some zoo in the east.

Like we don't have enough
wild animals around here, huh?

Let us all thank Jane

for her bravery here today.

Thank you, Jane.

I know another
brave person here too.

Several.

Doc: More.
More more more more. Uh-huh.

More more.

All right.

Wider.

Not you!

All right.

All right.

Sofia must be protected.

If my first husband's family

attacks Sofia's title in court,

Mr. Hearst might be
approached as a purchaser.

I'm sure he could buy
the relevant authorities.

All right.

Given his history with hearst,

I'd spare Mr. Ellsworth that indignity.

I understand.

Thank you, Mr. Bullock.

I regret nothing.

I bought the house.

The house. I bought it.

It doesn't mean we have
to move in together.

Please remind Sofia

- that the full moon is in two days.
- All right.

We three will watch it together.

Davey is taking a chance
not letting ai do the scrubbing.

That's Davey's fucking problem.

All right.

All right.

Now hearst...

Sent these two,
the two you had the drop on...

That didn't draw.

Yeah, he sent the two
that didn't draw,

so that these two wouldn't
be so quick to their irons.

And these two that
you and ai murdered...

Correct. These... these two.

See, that give me and a! Time
to cut their throats.

Now that was hearst
showing ai his ass.

And sending this diagram ahead

was him signaling ai his intention?

Well, it was his preliminary signaling
that he was gonna show his ass,

if a! Was smart enough to know it.

Now otherwise,
if a! Didn't know it was coming,

he'd have been surprised when
those two didn't back these two's play.

Well, thinking that al would
throw his hands up surprised

shows that hearst ain't too smart!

Aw, he's smart, Johnny.

I mean, they're both,
him and ai, real fuckin' smart.

That'd knock a buzzard off a shit wagon.

I just... I feel shunted aside or the like,
not involved as much as previous.

Adams, you were busy with star.

That you sent me off to see.

Thinking you'd be back
before time for the murders.

So it wasn't like a decision
you made to have the murders

while I was signing the papers?

You've no idea how fuckin' badly
you're boring me.

Yeah?

That captain's brought over
another envelope.

Won't you see with me
what this might portend?

All right.

Drink? Or won't you be staying?

Ask the fella who made them xs

if he hires out for portraits.

What's a! Doing?

Like I fuckin' know.

If it was trailing water,
we might get took for ducklings.

"Come watch the speeches with me

it's written in awkward hand.

"Come watch the speeches
with me on my veranda."

Adams: That's what it says.

What in god's name is going on?

And I inquire about
more than that hole.

These last months have made me expert.
It was gunfire

- and it came from your saloon.
- Has not the press a duty, merrick,

qualifying its accounts in time of war?

Are we at war now here in the camp?

Has that fact been
suppressed as well?

Absent formal declaration, ai,

information which affects this community
is not my prerogative to disseminate;

to do so is my sacred responsibility.

Whores currently disseminating
a dose, for example?

To inform within decency's limits.
We've had this discussion before.

Citizens better die pustulating
than touch indecent ink.

Make a list of the infected whores

and account for this morning's gunfire,
and I'll publish it all.

I won't, fucking merrick,

because neither's
to my fucking interests,

just as you owning a print press proves
only you've an interest in the truth.

Meaning up to a fucking point.

Slightly more than us others maybe,

but short of a fucking anointing
or the shouldering of a sacred burden,

unless of course the print press
was gift of an angel.

And I'd want to be there
for that handoff myself.

Maybe you should print an extra
saying the speeches are on again.

Tonight?

What time do you think
would be best?

If people tried keeping
their thoughts to theirselves...

Yes, sir?

Will you mind, Charlie, not being
noted tonight from the hustings?

- Be a godsend.
- Mrs. Ellsworth isn't well.

I'm sorry.

If, while I'm on that goddamn platform,

you could station outside her place...

Sure I could.

Sol's speaking too,
you see, or I'd ask him.

Glad to do it, bullock.
Glad and fuckin' relieved.

Doc Cochran seeing to her?

In good hands then.

And Mrs. Bullock sees to Sofia.

Don't that child thrive now,
with starting into school?

Sweet as before,
notably more outgoing.

Trixie will come out
from being in helping the doc.

Likely to come out for a smoke.

Fuckin' mail, huh?

Uncharted territory, Harry.
Coming up on 14 minutes.

I don't care.
I don't care whatever you mean.

Readied as you were yesterday

only to have the event deferred,

do you suppose it's nerves

about giving your speech
has your bowels in upheaval?

When you was a boy, rutherford,
I bet you was a hand

at tying cans to dogs' tails
and setting cats ablaze.

Or uncertainty when they'll be held?

Overturning turtles was my specialty.

Wake up, Lila.

Wake up.

Don't you close your eyes again.

How do you make it through?

Go on, girl. Get out.

Trixie:
Seven times through, Alma,

I'm healthy as a fuckin' horse.

I trust you not
to modify my instructions.

To the letter, doc.

All right, begin.

Doc: You'll be all right.

You'll be all right.

All right.

Doc: Turn your head away
from the cloth and breathe.

Shut the fuck up and concentrate.

Turn your head away, god damn it!

Trixie: What I'm used to,
this is like smelling fucking posies!

Doc: I would just soon
that you not fucking pass out!

When you're done with hers, doc,
why don't you fucking kiss mine?!

I'll be back in just a moment, Sofia.

Round the dough's ends.

Mrs. Ellsworth is being seen to
by Dr. Cochran.

And Trixie, I believe, is assisting him.

I'll keep care of Sofia
while you deliver your speech.

And we'll both pray
for Mrs. Ellsworth.

Go on then.

Spend time finding spine
to put the bullet in your brain.

Calls me the fucking devil.

Show me another fucking strategy...

Bedridden and liable
to fucking slaughter.

Deception don't preclude the search

for fucking conviction.

- When is "when"?
- You are a fucking stitch.

"About to begin"...
It could mean anything.

There's a crowd outside.
Are the speeches about to begin?

Is "when" now?

- Oh, dear. Oh, brother.
- What is it?

Only Andy cramed,
you drug-addled turd!

- Gentlemen.
- Yes, sir.

Yes, sirree. Reverend!

Excuse me for just a moment.
Reverend!

Reverend!

Guess you heard about
the clergical discount

on wheel and faro both.

Yes, con?

Andy cramed that stabbed you...

He's outside with Leon, sir.

- Is he?
- Yes, sir. Just come in.

Is his blade sheathed?

No brandishin', no threatenin'
gestures of any kind.

- I'll see him, con.
- Yes, sir.

Reverend cramed.

- Or are you an apparition?
- It's me, cy.

Ain't that what a spirit would say?

It's Andy cramed in the flesh.
How are you, cy?

Well I'd say, overall.

Though I'll never shit again without pain.

I'm sorry.

Now you ain't come to finish me off?

To ask your forgiveness.

Then decide how to vote?

Coming for the speeches
was my excuse.

As far as stabbing me, reverend,

you was sorely fuckin' provoked.

I denied you'd been called,

treated you like the shitbag
fuckin' operator you used to be.

I forgive you, cy,

as I come to beg your forgiveness.

The ribbon's at Matthew 12, reverend.

Could you read verse 31 for me?

"Therefore I say to you,
every sin and blasphemy

will be forgiven

except blasphemy against the spirit."

Couldn't Matthew
be speaking of me there?

Oh, Christ ai-fuckin'-mighty,
I'm so glad to fuckin' see you, Andy,

with... with forgiveness
in your fuckin' heart.

Oh... where is this strength
coming from now?

Where is this strength coming from

that I feel flowing into me,

that lets me sit up and try
to fuckin' touch you, Andy,

if only you'll fuckin' let me?

Fuck me!
Fuckin' Jesus Christ almighty!

Can you feel what's
fuckin' moving here?

It's moving in the room right now!

If only you'd hold me,
I believe I could walk...

Con said now may be
when you asked to be told about.

Jesus Christ, you're well-arrived.

Would you have dope's cross
off your shoulders, son?

I know I'd...

Like to take less.

Then fall to your fuckin' knees.

Get to your motherfuckin' knees, Leon,

and ask the lord to lift
your burden part-way.

Hear me! Lord!

Don't fuck with
the fuckin' deity, Leon!

You've got to come
to him wholehearted,

even when you're asking
for partial relief.

O lord! Let Leon cut down, lord,

on the motherfuckin' dujie.

Let him cut way the fuck back.

I'll speak to you another time.

Oh!

Do you hear how I'm coming
at him for you, Leon?

How I fully fuckin'
supplicate the motherfucker?

Speeches are near
commensurating, sir.

Now that's a definite.

Get the fuck up, Leon.

Help con get me ready.

Any argument for us accompanying
you over there, boss?

Don't strike the right note
going over there with seconds.

Dan: You know goddamn well hearst
is gonna have his second there,

that sea-creature-looking cocksucker.

Hearst would have it understood the captain
is just a hefty steward of the household.

Yeah, one with a dozen
fuckin' pelts on his belt.

Even so, Dan,

hearst's man has pretext
for his presence.

You and the others don't,

what with the olive branch
I'll be bearing between my teeth.

- Mind if we watch you from the balcony?
- Not at all.

Moment seems meet,
blow me a kiss.

Excuse me.

If I could, I'd tear my skin off.

If I could, I'd put out my eyes.

- Now now.
- I hate being sick.

Cy knew what I was.

He knew to pick me
all those years back.

Miss stubbs, did you like
my friend bill hickok?

Oh, I...

I just met him the once at the Bella,

at poker with Jack McCall.

Did you like bill that night?

I thought he was a gentleman.

He was.

I felt he had a good soul.

He did, miss stubbs.

I can say that
that knew him 20 years.

You know what else?

Bill that we both liked so well,

and most everyone did
that knew him

including some he killed...

Bill thought as I" of his own self
as you seem to do about you.

So go on and try
explaining people to me.

And same as hearing me say
what bill thought of hisself

I don't expect brings you
to think any less of him...

Maybe you, miss stubbs,

oughtn't to stand judge and jury

and every otherjob in court
on your own personal case.

Maybe coming to verdict,
credit others' opinion of you

like you do
what you think of bill...

Still.

Aw: So I'm gonna... I'm gonna just
do some introductory remarks.

I'll call you up on stage,
say what you have to say and that's it.

Aw, shit.

Mr. Hearst.

Do you come to me placated,
Mr. Swearengen?

Never more so,
not even as a tiny tot.

Let's hear the speeches together.

Show me your hole in the wall,

which I find a useful advance.

De tocqueville said,

"when an opinion has
taken root in a democracy

and established itself
in the mind of the majority,

it thereafter persists by itself."

Tonight let us plant

the seed of an opinion

to take root and grow deep,

that gathering to this end

choosing those who will act
in our name is proper,

so that in years to come

among those who succeed us
in this thoroughfare

this idea will persist

and seem to them self-evident.

Candidates for mayor:
Eb farnum and so! Star.

The incumbent
will address us first.

Oh god.

I give no long speech tonight.

You know me and my works.

Your bosom must swell
with pride, Mr. Swearengen.

Swellings and saggings to the tit
I lay at the exactions of time.

I mean you worked
to bring this evening about.

Labor without pleasure

makes us our destiny's slaves.

To work for crumbs
or to keep from the lash

says maybe a slave's what you are.

I'll not question those either
who have faith in my rival,

or make faith an issue of any sort.

We are long past
the time of the pharaohs.

I cannot decree
Mr. Star make exodus.

Were you whipped, Mr. Swearengen?

And does the lash snap still?

Do you wait for the strike
after all these years?

Would the grip have been
the part you were versed with?

I was born
to neither power nor money.

My father sold goods
from a countryside crossroads hut.

A clear choice for deadwood!

Farnum... twice measured;
Star... once cut.

Eb farnum!

Assayed and proven true!

Farnum!
Christ knows he's earned it!

Thank you.

Mr. Star!

When last we spoke

you warranted your willingness

to interfere with me.

Only to convey that my place
should be for my uses.

I won't need a miracle
far as parting the creek

to take my leave of the camp.

I just bought a house and plan
to live here as long as god gives me.

And my intention in making
my sacrifice to you today...

And it seems,
my life's great challenge...

Was to show the virtue
of consolidating purposes.

Keep people from
shitting in the creek!

That and siftings runoff,

tailings accumulating...

I'd say that's naming
horseshit virtue.

Purposes butt up against each other

and the strong call "consolidating"

bending the weak to their will.

And I'd add that whoever's behind me
is about to study his guts.

That's captain Turner

at three steps' remove.

He has heard about
your knifework close in.

Man: No lowered pants
in the whitewood!

That's enough about
the shit in the creek.

Away from your seconds' view,

the captain's pistol
is trained at your head.

Do you believe yourself
enough an adept,

Mr. Swearengen,
to overcome your disadvantage

or you will you walk with us inside?

Hmm.

Not throwing my hands up
or my skirt over my head

don't mean I ain't awestruck.

They ain't slobbering on each other,
but they ain't snarling neither.

Star: Needs to do
with the camp, or problems,

you can always find me
at the hardware store.

Seth bullock for sheriff!

I agree with what Mr. Star says.

I find I usually do.

I'm lucky we've been
partnered these years.

It keeps giving me time to catch up.

I'm glad he's standing for office,

and I'd try to be as good a sheriff...

As he'd be a mayor to the camp.

Seth's voice:
Sol's buying a house.

I built one last year.

I'm glad we're in the camp...

Even on the sorriest of days.

Harry Manning for sheriff.

Accepting your premise,
Mr. Swearengen,

I'll not name how you would benefit
from the action I wish you to take,

saying only instead it's my will...
To which I will have you bend.

I suggest you drink that.

I would incorporate into my holdings
the claim now owned by Mrs. Ellsworth.

I am told that you can
help me bring this about.

Tell me how you will help.

This is a grip I'm used to.

Well, as far as making
your way into her...

Act averse to nasty language

and partial to fruity tea.

But I'd like to get known

far as wanting to help the camp.

We need a fire brigade,

and I'd like to lead it.

I've always loved fires
since... since I was a boy.

If you're wanting drink,
the no. 10's serving.

Oh, also...

Also, the graveyard needs moving.

That's it.

Well, thank you all for coming.

Please think about
what you heard here tonight,

and thank you again.

Nothing's over yet.

Doc would be dour at a christening,

but Trixie says he wasn't
scowling how he does,

or shaking his jowls like a bulldog.

- Thank you, Charlie.
- All right.

Oh god. That's the look he gets
on his face when he's fuckin' hurt.

That man appears
worse hurt than I am.

Bless his heart.

Seth: What happened?

We watched the speeches together.
Yours was especially swell.

I need to lean on you,
but don't you fuckin' look up.

- Should I go up and get him?
- Hey, boys!

What'd you think
of the speeches, huh?

- I'll go get the cocksucker now.
- Stay the fuck away from him.

I'm having mine served cold.

First one to touch me I kill.

J' hole in the wall, there's a hole I

- j' a hole in the wall j'
- j“ there's a hole I

j' a hole in the wall j'

- j' hole in the wall j'
- j' the wall where I live j'

- j' looks bad I
- j' that hole in the wall j'

- j' looks bad I
- j' that hole in the wall j'

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