Original subtitles

" Full Faith and Credit "

Doc

How you feelin'?

Sleepy�

As a man fuckin' should at this hour,

if you don't mind me sayin'

It's this hour I'm able to see to ya

I understand

and I'm grateful

At least half that

fuckin' statement's a fuckin' lie

Take it easy, Doc

Try and get dressed today

Cheyenne and Black Hills Telegraph Company

What the fuck is that to me?

Telegram for Jane Cannary

Oh, yeah?

Well, here's a pistol for whatever your spidery fuckin' name is

Please, do not kill me

I'm only messenger

Shut the fuck up and read the message!

How'd Al answer?

He didn't answer at all

Good for him

Mornin'

Mornin'

Mornin'.

Best time of day to go fuck yourself

"From Samuel Fields

to Miss Jane Cannary."

I don't know any Samuel Fields

Valediction is "Nigger General."

Gimme that fuckin' thing,

and keep the fuckin' contents to yourself!

Trust,

Gentlemen and Ladies,

we live in faith!

John Langrishe, Madam,

wishing you good morning on an august occasion

Morning

Hoping to walk with you a bit. Better to represent my intentions this day than the last

All right

May I ask your name?

Joanie Stubbs

I regret having abrupted upon you, Miss Stubbs as you gardened

I took you for interested in something you mightn't have been

My interest,

to be direct,

is in buying your building

What do you want to use it for?

A theater

My troupe will season in this camp

Well, it's a schoolhouse now

And very handsomely appointed for that purpose

It was a whorehouse before

Anyways, I don't know if I'd want to sell

Well, perhaps you'd consider renting

Perhaps you'd consider fucking yourself

If I was approaching you backwards, Captain,

had a mirror to observe your activity,

just now I'd be most trepidatious,

for, Johnny,

this is a man when acting from behind and advantaged with a weapon,

very much to be feared

Was just doing my job

You don't want to speak like that again to Mr. Hearst

Yeah, I do

Do you wanna try to change my fuckin' mind?

Not only will I change your mind,

I'll rip your whole fucking head off

Another fuckin' invite

Fuckin' Hearst must take me for an optimist

I'm gonna kill that cocksucker

All in good time

I'm curious about those tables with the numbers on them

Well, they're for gambling on, those

Various kinds of games of chance or

different sorts

So I imagined

I wonder

if this might be convenient time for me to learn?

Leon, uh,

take over supervising for me while I

give this young lady some private instruction

Yes, sir

Supervising now, Sir

This over here is a choice table

Horatio, beat it

Am I inconveniencing you?

Oh

damn Chinks

They shrunk these pants in the laundry

You ever throw the bones before, Ma'am?

I've caught some

Oh

these are my personal dice

Nice, uh,

fuckin' set

I'm happy and glad to

allow you to learn on 'em

Damn chinks

I should cut your salary 20%!

Uh

Based on time you're absent campaigning

Can I make up the hours once I'm beat?

Your plans are idiotic

You're running for Sheriff

to be a fireman

And hope to be a second deputy

in case they start a fire department

Well, that's stupid and I ought to cut your salary

You have to, you have to

Why not build a fuckin' fire wagon

that you then rent out to the camp?

If I had money

If you had a loan

for the wagon's makings

and help with the fuckin' carpentry,

would you build the wagon then?

Uh,

I'd repay you at fuckin' interest, boss

Well, that's the 20%,

pre-deducted from the makings' purchase

We build the fuckin' wagon

then rent it to the camp

And don't ever speak of this again

A-a-a-and two fuckin' fire hats

Nigger General ain't quit drinkin', we know that for fuckin' sure

How do we know that?

What you just read to me is a drunkard's question

"What is state of affairs in camp with regards to the horse?"

Seems to me whatever the state of affairs about the horse is in the camp,

It's a drunkard's decision bringin' the cocksucker back

That's on Hostetler, according to the little Nigger General,

if you'd understand what you fuckin' read

Hostetler means to bring the horse back

Hostetler!

"You're right, Jane

I'm a fuckin' moron as usual

What I should be doin', being as you have no experience,

s helping you compose a telegraph back to little Nigger General as requested."

Come over here and save yourself

the cost of a wire

Oh, fuck!

What are you lookin' at, huh?

think just 'cause I happen to got a peppermint,

it's yours by right?

Always possible I'm having a nightmare

You greedy, sweet-toothed cocksucker

That's right

that's right

You come to take my place away!

Oh, Miss Stubbs

Take a seat in that cell there till I

square a place away for you

I have an offer to sell my place

How are you inclined to answer?

Unless you don't yet know,

if I ain't out of place askin'

I told the man to fuck himself

Tactics or a

true position?

I don't know

I don't know, Mr. Utter

Why don't I close up for a while?

Oh, please don't

Nigger General and Hostetler brung that

horse back to camp, got away from 'em and trampled

the Sheriff's boy

Is that so?

Wherever the two of them was,

I guess they didn't feel their lives were in enough danger

Well, people will do strange things

For years at a time

Pick any part of my life, for example

It just don't sit well with me

To sell your place, you mean?

But I can't think why I wouldn't

What's wrong with whim for a reason?

I'll tell you what I like

What I like is knowing these children are learning

I like that, and I like watering their garden

the days they ain't in session

The day that school opened,

I remember sayin' to Sheriff Bullock

what a nice thing it seemed,

watching them little ones walk off to your place

That's what I Goddamn like,

imagining them walkin' into it

I ain't seen it yet, but

I'd like to,

and when he

wanted to buy it, all I thought's

"Now I never will."

Oh God Almighty

What is it, Miss Stubbs?

I wish once I

could�

care for those little ones

Just once instead

of doin' what I did

Walked in like the past six weeks never fuckin' happened

Never fuckin' left the camp

Never fuckin' abandoned the fuckin' horses to starve,

or die of fuckin' thirst

Nigger motherfuckers!

Harry,

what the fuck are you waitin' for?!

What are you talking about, Steve

What I swore up and down was gonna happen,

and nobody paid me any heed

What happened to me in Utica

and every other fuckin' place I've ever been in my fuckin' life!

The white man bears the nigger's weight

around his neck like a fucking albatross

And yet people still ask,

"Well, why is he bent over?!

And why can he barely fuckin' walk?!"

The livery's gone

All my labor,

efforts are gone

for naught

And they walked in

like they never fucking left,

and they didn't take responsibility

for trampling that white boy!

Nor did they give less

than a flyin' fuck!

And I wonder what the fuckin' parents are gonna say about that too!

Why don't you stand down over there, Harry?

Many thanks

If you stay in camp long, Sir,

you may have the delightful surprise of meeting your identical twin

He has appointed to degrade himself

The open question is with whom

Now we'll find out about you

What is it?

Or justice for the white man or for your own dead child

At the Saloon Number fucking 10!

Well, are you coming?

Yeah, I'm fucking coming

Mrs. Ellsworth

You don't confuse me with Mrs. Bullock?

Well, as far as the conjugal enterprise,

I'll admit often feeling like a schoolboy

Thank you for it

Speaking further, 'twixt your mine and now this bank,

however much I mayn't be good at it,

I feel I married rather well

I put you on notice

Want my money,

it better be fucking available,

day or fucking night

Mayn't I draw you a map then in case it's night you want it,

to lead you to where I live

so you can wake me?

Now fuck you then

I ain't depositing

Oh no?

Oh, say it ain't fuckin' so, you stupid fucking asshole!

Now now now now

Now now, fucking what?!

Now now, keep your voice down

Who the fuck are you anyway?

Sir...

Stay out of this

Deposits here, if we fucking let you make 'em,

are backed by this lady's gold mine

So do not confuse her with some paper palace fly-by-night who means "catch me if you can,

turn me upside down and whatever falls out of my pants pocket is what's behind my scrip,"

when his note says "Full faith and credit."

Thank you, Mr. Ellsworth

She'd make the uses of money available for people in the camp ain't belligerent cocksuckers

Short of following you around with her fucking mine on her back,

how else is she supposed to do it?

Thank you

You're welcome

I am Mrs. Ellsworth

Ah

How do you do?

I guess I'll try you out

Our hearts fucking leap with joy

Keep him here

Now we'll see if he takes the nigger's word or how they fucking lie

Shut up!

Well, give me a drink and it's a deal, Tom

Go on away from here now

Ain't nobody trying to keep you

Yeah, that's why I come back with you, Hostetler,

to worsen my chances when I try to flee

I was coming to find you once I had the horse cleaned

This is the horse that hurt your boy

We collected him and we brung him back

He died

The horse escaped in my care,

you may hold the boy's dying against me

Hostetler took precautions

We was trying to nut the horse

shut up now

shut up

I collected the horse and brought him back

I'm back too

You say what you think is right

I'm not gonna act against you

for an accident

Your boy�

I'm as sorry as I can be

I hope you will take that to his mother for me

I'm here to talk about the livery

I feel sorry running away from this too

It's a shame leaving animals uncared for

Wanting not to be killed

will put you to some difficult choices

Steve's been looking after the place

Did damn good at first look

Any chance to keep hell from breaking loose between you?

He left out of here shouting and screaming

off of me saying thanks for looking out

I'm asking, Hostetler,

far as you go,

does hell have to break loose?

No,

hell don't have to break loose

A colleague of mine, Leon,

out of the Bella Union

you might not have noticed him

Leon remarks to me after you left,

"That young lady had a front porch on her a fella could read a book off of."

You know Leon said that unsolicited

It's time to go

In a few days,

we can do this again

Uh, Captain will be back at the helm!

Mr. Langrishe,

I couldn't possibly

consider your offer

unless

you would agree

to building a new schoolhouse

at your expense

for Mrs. Bullock and the children

Well, who could say no to that?

Well, what

what if Mrs. Bullock doesn't want a change of location?

I can't think why she'd prefer teaching in an ex-brothel over

a place new-built for schooling

People are strange about things, Charlie

But if you like, I'll

get her say-so

And then I'll speak to Mr. Langrishe

Why don't' we talk at the hardware store?

Why don't we talk right here?

A 30-minute recess boys

No recess on my account

I don't want my getting' fucked to put others to inconvenience

No one's here to fuck you, Steve,

if you'd just quit running your mouth

First off,

I thank you for looking to the livery

He'll talk to me through you or he won't get any fucking response

I'm grateful for the care you gave the animals

Now you wait

until he translates from ape

Don't insult him again

You being this kind of neutral Sheriff

is why I'm gonna vote for Harry Manning

I want to pay you for your time and your trouble

That's it?

Send me on my fucking way?

And if you wanted to work there,

I would be willing to keep you on

Look at him, gritting his teeth,

holding onto his fucking nose!

Don't you do me any fucking favors, Hostetler!

I didn't ask permission of anyone to look after that stock,

and I'm not gonna start with a fucking nigger!

The Sheriff will have your back pay

if you come to change your mind

Fuck you!

I was answerable to that horse that trampled his boy

Camp being stirred up,

if I lingered to make my arrangements I don't' think I would have lived to catch that horse

Ain't that the purest form or nigger logic?

He runs,

he blames the white man,

and then he comes back

and he treats him like dirt!

Hey, when can I start working for you,

you fucking monkey ape?!

Why don't you start jumping up and down and

pounding your chest

and murder a few dozen lice?!

You motherfucker

What did you say about my mother?!

You motherfuckers

What did you just say about these people!

You ofay motherfuckers!

Put me down until you're ready to kill me or run

You're gonna leave this to me

Do you understand?

You leave it to me

I came my part and he wouldn't meet me

I'll take care of it

Will you let me try?

It's what I want for my son

Put me down now

If I do,

it won't be to kill you and I'm not running

So what are we gonna do then?

Put me down

I was gonna go to Oregon

You let him buy me out fair and I'll fucking go

I'll be at the livery

He'll sell to you

Do you want to take it on?

I don't have the means to purchase it

If you had the means at loan

Yes, I'd be willing, very much so

No bargain

My partner would make the price

You'd say yes or no

Yeah, I'm interested, if I had the means at loan

What do you think of that?

Sheriff Bullock

Trying to broker some settlement between Steve and Hostetler

Well I'll find you later then

Be quick, you got me now

Must've been unwelcome to Mrs. Bullock,

that horse being brought back

Not wantin' to intrude on her,

Miss Stubbs was having asked me to find out,

might I ask you to speak in her stead

as to something I believe

we both know where she stand on?

Is that your Goddamn idea of quick, Charlie?

Miss Stubbs,

that owns the Chez Ami building

where Mrs. Bullock teaches,

has got asked to name a price

which she'd sell at

She got stipulations and likes of which I won't bore you with,

but her big worry,

if the buyer on his own nickel

were to put a new schoolhouse up elsewhere,

would Mrs. Bullock be loathe

to leave the Chez?

Why would she be loathe to leave it?

Can I take that as a "no" as if from your wife's own lips?

Yeah

Thank you

Sorry to hold you up

"Be quick."

Fucking delicate operation

Jack

One thought he'd engaged a room for you at the other end of the hall

I'm going to it now

Invites me and Tolliver for a chat

What the fuck is in his head?

Does he think he broke me?

Does this cocksucker think he broke me and now we're at his beck and call?

Oh, Jesus Christ, get your head off it

Get your fucking head off it for all the fucking good you're doing down there

That's all I need:

At a perfect juncture you to alter your action and forget your previous method

I didn't alter my action

No?

is my dick in your mouth?

Do I have a hard-on?

Then you change your action

Go back to your previous fucking method

Hmm

Does he construe my forbearance as weakness is that what the fuck nags at me?

Or my

considerations of alternatives for being fucking intimidated

because the time's coming he sees what I'm up to

beyond any fucking mistake,

and I only hope you don't doubt it

Huh, you see?!

Y-y-y-you don't think that counts as altering your action?

You would change your entire fucking mouth pattern

Sorry

Sorry?

Oh, I guess that's okay then

because my goal

before my meeting wasn't to come and clear my fucking head,

not so much as to hear you say you're sorry,

you stupid fucking mutt

Should I go?

No

Tell me who you want in the election

Star for Mayor and Harry Manning for Sheriff

Star for Mayor and Bullock for fucking Sheriff

Bullock yells at you

Get out

Shut up and get out

Does he think I'm fucking afraid?

Young man

Jack

Less throb today, one hopes, in the phantom digit

Not to fucking mention elsewhere, huh?

Might I ask you what you know of a Miss Stubbs that owns the Chez Ami?

Whoremistress

Not presently active, I'm told

Hearst's geologist killed three of her girls

The three he didn't she hid under canvas and spirited out of camp

Now lets her place as a schoolhouse

My impression,

she donates it

To cleanse the camp's idea of her?

Would that base her turning away a theater type's offer to buy?

Wouldn't enter into it

Cares for a gut-shot shitbird no one in camp has time for,

nor she has any love for either

Loyal, see?

That type

Some sentimentality do you suppose,

about the building itself?

Might that account for her holding on?

I wouldn't know, Jack

She's all right

Must think I'm a fucking dog,

forgives the blow,

first friendly scratch of the ear

Invites me back to his rooms, fucking Hearst

Shall I accompany

as your second?

My obvious unsuitability

might confuse him

Do survive

E.B

The titans gather

Swearengen

Tolliver

Do we now assault Olympus?

Quiet, E.B

I think Cochran's a lunger

Bit motley ourselves, huh?

What would you make that livery worth?

I'd have to look into it

I need a figure now

1200

if you made me say without investigating

Laying by for the future

Very forward looking

Oh, I'm keen-eyed

Ahead and behind

Your mark would go there

I'll sign my names, Mrs. Garret

I've been lettered since I was 12

Since you can read,

you may wish to examine my nameplate

Mrs. Ellsworth, I'm

I'm very sorry and

very very apologetic

Perhaps you would finish signing over there while I tend to Mr. Bullock

Opened an account

Mr. Bullock

I'd like that drunk Steve to have a loan

$1200, title to the livery as collateral

I'll cosign the note

Has Steve clear title?

He will

once he's bought out Hostetler

That's what the money's for

What is Steve-the-Drunk's surname?

Fields

$1200, Trixie,

payable to a Mr. Steve Fields

upon his signature and submission of title to the livery,

Mr. Bullock to cosign

All right

Thank you

My back's in frank rebellion

Uh, gentlemen,

will you mind if I keep to this angles?

Hang upside down from the ceiling for all of me

It may come to that

Mr. Swearengen, I will take your silence for assent

We pass another milestone

Bank of Deadwood opens its doors

Is not Mrs. Ellsworth a dynamo?

Let's find one and send it to her

What's the occasion?

I have my physician to see

How are you indisposed, Mr. Swearengen?

Sick at the stomach

Would you wish to leave now?

Mr. Tolliver can report our conversation

Tough it out, Al,

like me that's guts is more outside his pants than in

The occasion?

The camp comes to such an hour I'd have us reach a new understanding

The "hour" meaning elections

I am given pause by the

quality of�

certain of the likely victors

But I have

come to believe as well that

my temperament ill suits me for

environments such as this one must become

And other opportunities presenting themselves elsewhere,

I may best serve my own interests here by standing at some remove

Are you leaving?

Can you say it straight out before I have a fucking birthday?

I will be coming and going,

is that straight out enough?

What's the task you'd give us?

And what's our fuckin' piece for doing 'em?

Al

Shut up

To not let become over-onerous my interests encounter

with the camp's retrogressive elements

Meaning what, you phony bastard?

Who do we kill?

What's our pay?

It ain't fair to make it that simple, Al

Fuck you

He took the pick to me simple enough

We will get to numbers quickly once we've agreed in principle

Numbers are the only principle I believe in,

and naming what the numbers buy

when you and him

come to 'em,

tell fucking Adams and he'll bring you my reply later

Him and me,

we've had our last word

What have the Gods decreed?

Too fearful and upset to relive it, E.B

We do agree in principle?

Oh, Yes, Sir

Numbers and acts is what's left to discuss

Sounds like a Bible study, don't it?

Charlie read me the telegram,

then I seen 'em come into camp

My exact fucking thought,

"Look, Jane,

two dead Niggers leading a dead fucking horse."

Matter came to rope,

Steve the drunk to cinch the noose

Charlie's right for the first time in months

Fucking Steve

The exact type malicious cocksucker tars every fucking drunk with his brush

Anyway,

here's Trixie with the loan documents

This succeeds, Bullock,

what you're trying to work out here,

I will doff hat to you and no fucking mistake

Just don't let her take off her boots

Did you know Miss Stubbs might sell her place?

You gotta fucking sign

Lot of shitbags hang around a bank

Did you ever fucking notice?

Asshole

Trailing clouds of glory

Do you read wordsworth?

I do not, Madam, no

How do you come to ask?

You've just quoted him

Well, I have a digest from which I memorize,

suppressing the authors' names

Enjoy your supper

When

will I raise courage to search that woman's room?

Thank you

My pleasure

Don't look to take her order

She likes to draw awhile before she eats

"Bone weary but soldering on."

Bellegarde as a soldier?

He is an actor after all

But unless you would build a new schoolhouse for Mrs. Bullock to teach the camp's children in,

I couldn't even begin to entertain the idea of a sale

The most natural and constructive of stipulations, Miss Stubbs

At your expense, I hope you understand

I do

And may I submit to you now

my offer?

Please do

Very generous

Thank you

We've an agreement?

Far as the schoolhouse�

and its costs?

Absolutely separate,

my obligation in that regard

Those'd be exclusive

Exactly

They come to an understanding

She seems quite thin

Might be where he first went wrong,

learning to read and cipher

Why ain't he sign first?

Why ain't I half a foot taller?

You're who I came to first

Order's right and amount is fair

And once Steve signs, then I will

I'm not a Goddamn errand boy, Hostetler,

to mule this thing back and forth

Give it to me

Let me forge Steve's name

I ain't gonna be first to sign and look a cunt when he don't

Nigger, nigger, nigger

Where the fuck have you been?

I was looking for someone whose name you told me never to say again

Amongst further instructions including

not to look for him when he's fucking disappeared

Well, I held off saying where I was

I can repose

no truth in someone who traffics with that type douche bag

I don't think Hawkeye's a douche bag

Who you believe you can salvage, Adams,

is the douche bag you must avoid,

and no effort of yours can preclude some point past help

And you yourself, being his consort,

in similar fucking straights

And all the energies I've poured into you gone for naught

I vow on the fucking subject I find you dead 'cause of him,

I'll kick your corpse in the ear for the waste of my fucking time

Anyways, what'd you want?

I've named you to represent me in my dealings with fucking Hearst

Tolliver too, in that connection

With Tolliver in connection with Hearst?

As he's put us in tandem, fucking Hearst

You and Tolliver?

If I sought an echo, Adams,

I'd now be addressing a fucking mountain

I'm in waters I don't know,

nor soundings I can take

To bring me the knowledge I need,

my second needs to seem capable of disloyalty

If that's supposed to be a compliment, thanks

Get the fuck out

Out out

Go

Get out

Which is to say, being loyal,

he can forego loyalty's display

Like not searching out a friend who don't want to be found

Just hoping he makes his way back, hmm?

How's Dan gonna take your choosing me?

That's my fucking problem to deal with

Jack, how'd it go with that place?

One has agreed beyond purchase to construct a new schoolhouse elsewhere

That should go up prior,

not to interrupt the fucking teacher

Your law-giving tone is noted

Lovely smile

She

sucks

my prick

Her methods deserted her completely

Might

varying

the hour

produce a different outcome?

What's the hour's relevance?

It's her technique's fuckin' awry

Anyway, Jack,

gotta get my ear pissed in

I'm glad about your place

Thank you, young man

Glad you're still amongst us

Nor, one imagines,

is the local creek rife with oysters

I'm onboard, Bullock

And you are looking at a grateful man,

and who ain't appreciated you previous the way he does now

Sign

We've accomplished something here today!

Take this agreement and this pen,

Go over to that livery and get that Nigger's signature

I will

Sign the fucking thing first

Let's not lose our sense of proportion this late phase in the process

Sign it!

The Nigger signs and then I'll accept

You know you hurt my feelings

Dan

That's the long and short of it, Al

You fucking pick Adams to represent you,

you hurt my fucking feelings and that is the fucking matter's end

Would you go against me?

That is not what we're talking about

You know I'd never break loyalty

That don't mean my feelings can't get hurt

Fucking point is you'd never go against me

Tolliver knows

I need someone he don't know that about

I don't think Silas would go agin you neither

You and him haven't been through,

me and him haven't been through what me and you've been through

Hmm

Not by a long shot

So more than an opinion ain't possible

Still, I'd be fucking surprised if either of us was mistaken

Me too

Fucking Doc

What's his problem?

Thank he's a fucking lunger

Jesus Christ,

it is one fucking thing after another

Observe a decent interval,

and we'll give it another fucking whirl

Keep 'em separate,

agree on a time tomorrow when their dicks will be down,

have 'em sign simultaneous

Petite and quite beautiful your mother is,

for being a financial powerhouse

Of service to the camp,

turning her mine into houses and the like getting built,

businesses begun

Some for people that'll never know her name

I'll take the air,

just briefly

I'll continue to be beaten at checkers

Any fucking domicile but the graveyarn suits me fine

Don't you worry about me

I got things taken care of over here

I don't know either

But I do know

that you're welcome wherever I go

Is Mose invited to the new destination?

Because I'd think you'd need to widen some doorways if he is

Haven't talked to Mose about it

Well, he can be the watchman then

I have no issue with that

We'll figure the rest out�

when time comes

Where would the stage be?

I don't know

Yeah, I don't know either

Ain't our line I guess

That they agreed tonight

is no guarantee what they'll do at 10:00 in the morning

Please see that no harm comes to that horse

I will

Then after the watches were synchronized,

another hour studying them like idiots to see if one gained on the other

Sol

It's not the fucking hour

It's not the fucking vantage of the chair

It's you

that's changed the level of your suction somehow

That's the fucking sum and substance of it

Maybe if I get up on my knees?

You're the cocksucker

Change the fucking angle

Hey, Jesus Christ,

you'll turn me inside out

Come on

Advice from third fucking parties�

place a table on the boardwalk,

people can jot their suggestions,

roll in the much of the thoroughfare in gales of fucking laughter

I did not shame myself

I keep an open mind in that area

Kid yourself about your behavior,

you'll never learn a fuckin' thing

I knew what was coming too

Fucking Captain,

holding me down

I knew what the fuck was next

When he chopped off your finger?

He didn't chop off my finger

Hearst chopped my fucking finger off

The other fuck held me down

They hold you down, you

you can't get at them to help yourself

Fucking cold in here anyway

You want a blanket?

If I do I'll put it round me

You ain't boss of the fucking bedclothes

They hold you down from behind,

then you wonder why you're helpless

How the fuck could you not be?!

I don't like it either

Another one that held me down,

that fuckin' proctor when I tried to get to that ship

He fuckin' held me,

fuckin' wouldn't let me go

Fucking my mind, you see?

She was being restrainded

Couldn't get back off that had got on the boat to New Orleans to go suck prick in Georgia

She changed her mind and

and I was being restrained by that fat bastard orphanage proctor

Anyway, that's it

That's the end of it

That's the fucking conclusion

Christ, I'd have wished to

though probably she'd have thrown me overboard anyway,

but I'd have wished to get to that fucking ship

But I was being restrained

I couldn't get from where she'd left me

He held me to that bed,

her calling from the ship that had changed her mind

I don't like it either

No, huh?

What?

When they hold you down

I guess I do that, huh, with your fucking hair?

No

No?

Well, bless you for a fucking fibber