Deadwood - Season 1 Edit

A and this is Sofia.

A boy and a girl.

A brother in Abilene.

A candid moment.

A candid moment.

A cheat, a broad tosser and a clip.

A conversation for the ages.

A couple years ago I took powders

A day or two of laudanum against the cramps.

A doc in frequent attendance can

A double crossing cocksucker.

A dozen or 18 men, say,

A failure to properly value your freedom in the promising days ahead.

A familiar face.

A farmer I would ask you how the farming was going.

A favor in this tent.

A fool's fucking errand, anyway.

A hand come into Nuttall's No. 10

A hardware operation can turn into a gambling joint, ain't that right?

A hazard to one is a hazard to all.

A human being in his last extremity is a bag of shit.

A leave taker hasn't.

A lesson hard to come by,

A man being cared for

A man learns to shoot the craps.

A man named Otis Russell is laid up in this establishment.

A man named Tim Driscoll, yes, pure charlatan.

A man of reputation was killed in this camp.

A man was murdered where my brother works, at The Gem saloon,

A man was stabbed and killed right in front of me.

A man, a former marshal

A man, pushed off or whatever the hell else.

A man's due to stop arguing with hisself,

A man's heart deviseth his way,

A man's ways please the Lord

A new shooter coming out!

A pair of boots, Andy.

A parade is all right.

A passer through has a right to make inquiries.

A pin?

A rooming house

A sad story..

A shooting exhibition!

A small fraction of your detachment left behind,

A supervisory figure

A terrible accidental fall?

A thousand and a thousand.

A thousand for the cocksucker proved dead,

A thousand for the warrant proved lifted.

A tragic turn?

A welcome diversion.

A what?

A white dope fiend's still white. I don't deliver white men to Chinks.

A wife inevitably feels

A wonderful man.

A working fucking gold claim, Joanie.

About every fucking detail of every fucking move we were

About his character that,

About how it wasn't Indians that killed her people but whites!

About seeing the widow taking the dope, and your own fucking assurances

About upcoming real estate availabilities

Above or below her fucking tongue.

Absolutely.

Accepted.

Accepted.

Accepted.

Accepted. Open your yap!

Aces over eights,

Across both sides of the fucking water! How the fuck do I know?!

Adams your employee

Adams bore you my message to try fucking yourself.

Adams is the magistrate's bagman.

Adams, for his part, is stone featured,

Addressed the thief who was hanging by His side.

Adjusting so smooth to losing her cherry

Admitting my understanding's imperfection,

Advance the subject or pick up a broom.

After bumrushin' me outta your fine hardware establishment,

After he was killed.

After how we inconvenienced you and fucked you up.

After I just made camp with my scalp by sheer dumb fucking luck!

After or you're just showing off,

After supper we'd have retired to it,

After that part's over,

After the events of last night,

After the meeting adjourns?

After the service for Mr. Hickok.

After you got me out of debt, I got myself back in.

After you lied about her taking that dope, huh?

After your last conversation with that son of a bitch.

Afternoon.

Afterwards, you look down her fucking yap

Against all the fucking carrying on.

Against Hickok and this other cocksucker who draws almost as fast.

Against some awful cramping.

Against Wild Bill Hickok?

Agh.

Agreed.

Ah hell, the important thing is you're well.

Ah, don't fucking lie to me.

Ah, it's too far off till the camp expands.

Ah, Joseph,

Ah, please excuse me.

Ah, so you got a reason to keep the Chink boss happy.

Ah, struck rich for the widow, huh, Bullock?

Ah, there you are.

Ah, two wayfarers when I'd heard you were three.

Ah, yes.

Ah, yet how many memories fond to the recollection

Ah!

Ah!

Ah.

Ah. And what's his idea of routine?

Aha.

Ahem, AW Merrick, Mr. Hickok,

Ahem, well...

Ain't as arrogant close up as it appears from this distance!

Ain't nothing against y'all fellas,

Ain't seen Jimmy Irons in three or four days.

Ain't that absolutely correct?

Ain't the same as Al's.

Ain't this a pretty picture?

Ain't you a picture?

Ain't you clever, Eddie?

Ain't you here to prospect gold?

Ain't you pretty?

Al is merely probing Adams' willingness

Al not only presided the sale,

Al Swearengen it was certainly he manipulating Brom.

Al Swearengen's a cue and Farnum merely his...

Al Swearengen's a dangerous man.

Al Swearengen's name should be added to the conspirators' list.

Al wants to see you, Trixie.

Al wants you, Trixie.

Al, are you familiar with the Pinkerton Agency?

Al, EB Farnum just saw me here and headed for the door.

Al, I brought him as soon as I heard!

Al, I held back a few dollars

Al, I waited out there all morning for him

Al, I'm confident that girl don't know what I look like.

Al, open up, it's me, it's Dan!

Al, watchin' you even at a distance

Al, you're not gonna believe what fucking happened.

Al: $10 a rider advanced money.

Al: A slob mick cop in Chicago

Al: Add in for the vaccine and paying the doc,

Al: And out the door he'll go,

Al: Fruit's up here, anybody didn't get any.

Al: Get up here!

Al: Guess this ain't a hotel no more.

Al: How about that long haired fucking blowhard, huh?

Al: I spit in my hand.

Al: I was raised calling it plague,

Al: See, my reasoning was, get the dude his money back,

Al: So was it McCall

Al: That decision hard and fast?

Al: Very good of you and Mr. Star, incidentally,

Al: What's your name? It's Jack, ain't it?

Al: You listen to me, hmm?

Al: You might, Dan,

Al!

Al.

Al.

Al.

Al.

Al.

Al...

Al's holding a full faith letter of credit

All a man could wish for and verging on more than he can handle.

All are necessary."

All depends on your standards of hygiene.

All his fucking dope.

All I asked you to do was get the goddamned doctor.

All I can say, Brom, while you were out winning the battle

All I come back for, Cy, was my things,

All right now.

All right then.

All right,

All right, Al.

All right, back down.

All right, Bill.

All right, Bill.

All right, breathe big breaths.

All right, Daddy.

All right, fair enough.

All right, Flora. Here's a dollar anyway.

All right, Hostetler.

All right, I hear you, Wild Bill.

All right, I know.

All right, kid. Go look for him.

All right, let's warm the world back up now.

All right, little one.

All right, madam.

All right, Minister.

All right, mister?!

All right, Mr. Swearengen.

All right, Reverend.

All right, Reverend.

All right, Reverend. All right, Reverend.

All right, sir.

All right, Sol?

All right, son, lay up till you get better.

All right, thank you, fellas.

All right, thank you.

All right, then.

All right, we'll make it 14,000.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right. Thank you.

All rights and wrongs aside, 'cause you've got me by the fucking balls.

All that twisting and turning.

All that way in defense of your virtue?

All that's missing are the scourges and flays.

All the members suffer with it.

All the time thinking he can protect the meek and innocent.

All these official positions,

All those years he'd be lying there dead.

All you cocksuckers go for the easiest chance.

All you're doing stalling, Bullock, is pissin' me off!

All: ♪ When through ♪

All: Amen.

All's I can tell you, things sort out fast in Deadwood.

Alma is hurt only in your particular view of things.

Alma, I've mentioned to you exchanging hellos

Alma: Thank you, Mr. Farnum

Alma...

Although it occurred to me to wonder why they didn't do

Although this may appear to be a fortuitous accident

Although your beady little rat eyes don't seem like they're taking in the view.

Always glad to hear from the camp Health Commissioner.

Always possible.

Am I clear to assist you to tend to the sick?

Am I dying?

Am I fucking imposing?

Am I on jury duty?

Am I right in believing that I saw you last year in the Hills?

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Among all the dead of her family.

Amongst the Celestials.

Amongst them you gave the boot to.

An evening stroll with friends,

And

And and if you are not devils, I

And 20,000's a lot of money.

And a dead eye for the fucking color.

And a feeling for its author.

And a toot and go join the fucking circus.

And after that, he's on his own.

And after,

And against mine and this child's.

And agitation

And Al Swearengen's tough captured us.

And all but sprints past 'em, giving their titties a lick.

And all hell breaking loose when you left.

And all we want to do is run a hardware business.

And all you'll have to decide is

And all your Chink friends a fucking lesson?

And also, also Mr. Utter.

And any others between that one and this?

And any plans I might've had to buy something,

And argued more important matters...

And Artie Simpson would be a prime source of information.

And as to how I might've given offense

And ask me the key to a long life.

And asked then after the purpose. And did not know.

And be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors;

And because I believe you colluded with Tim Driscoll

And because I wished to stay here unencumbered

And begin their deliberations.

And being they pinned Fire Marshal on me,

And bilking you lose needing to rub against your betters.

And Bill would be easier on my nerves.

And bit my damn tongue.

And bring 'em both back here, plus whatever dope's left.

And brought to justice one of the men who murdered her family.

And burn the blanket afterwards.

And by the fear of the Lord, do men depart from evil

And Cheyenne probably got it too.

And Chinamen walking through the front door?

And cocksuckers who steal...

And competent did a second reconnoiter.

And did you get out of the way in time?

And didn't he also shoot a man he suspected in the murders?

And different from the...

And do honor to his friend and make some fucking sense out of things.

And do you have any of the gold?

And don't forget to kill Tim.

And don't know the purpose now.

And don't let anyone in.

And don't spend a fucking dollar in the process.

And don't spit in 'em, partner.

And don't we need all the generosity we can get?

And Dority made a hell of a one on you.

And draggin' my leg really makes Al crazy.

And draw a map for anyone who wants to believe your fucking lies.

And drinks all night for them that helps with the disposal.

And established it upon the floods.

And even so, admit her to your trade at public hours

And every other damn thing.

And every other damn thing.

And falls to his death from the ridge.

And faro made my entire fuckin' career,

And first come, first to be served.

And floating like a lure

And forgiven by confession.

And fuck us all anyway for the limber dick cocksuckers we are.

And full faith mutual disclosure

And generating your chats with the goddamn Divinity.

And get robbed blind on a side of elk?

And get the hell out of the way

And get to a faro layout.

And go oversee my business interests.

And God help whoever doesn't use it,

And good morning to you, young lady.

And harsh necessity required of us

And have all been made to drink into one spirit.

And have my friend Jimmy Irons robbed blind

And have some dinner?

And have you misjudge your capacities

And he ain't coming back!

And he can go to war with me and make me out a Chink lover.

And he couldn't before he'd laid hands on me or the killing wouldn't be honorable.

And he had one hell of a fight.

And he run into some heathen boy

And he said, "To think of you with him

And he started beating on me. And I didn't rob you!

And he was going back East after one last piece of pussy.

And he's a motivated seller, fair enough.

And here he is in your office.

And here I am on my fucking hands and knees

And here's my counter offer to your counter offer:

And him and me being where we are

And his butler.

And how could we fuck up?

And how do you feel?

And how many's a fucking get together?

And how'd they take to the craps game?

And hung your sign up for nickel booze and 50¢ pussy

And I believe you judged correct.

And I certainly realize that you and Mr. Star

And I could make you feel like something was funny.

And I did not want to be late for work.

And I didn't get to count the fucking cents

And I don't answer for the state of people's spirits.

And I don't drink where I'm the only fucking one with balls!

And I don't find Mr. Hickok's woman friend.

And I don't pretend it's something else.

And I don't want you pissing in my ear about it.

And I get to see it!

And I get to see it!

And I gotta go and fuck myself up

And I had to shut it down.

And I have various ailments

And I hope any word of this

And I hope it's sooner rather than later.

And I hope they get you in this camp!

And I intend to gut that son of a bitch at poker whenever I get the chance.

And I knew it wasn't gonna be me.

And I knew that there was more to get.

And I know some other fucking stories too

And I know you can.

And I lost several seconds to pain before regaining my senses.

And I mistakenly outdraw the greatest gunfighter in the world.

And I need your help.

And I never once had the upper hand.

And I never tipped the thumper to none of it, Al.

And I point to his commissioning me

And I run into that Bullock fella.

And I said, "Maybe he'll die."

And I saw 'em as they laid my poor fucking Bill to rest.

And I suppose this wound as added proof, for the doctors

And I suspect that's who it's intended for.

And I think, "My God, this poor fucking girl."

And I thought Jane and her could stay in my room

And I told him to head home to avoid a dark result.

And I trust this doesn't alter our agreement.

And I used poor fucking judgment.

And I wanna know who cut the cheese.

And I was glad enough to help.

And I went to where they were singing.

And I will not have you lose the mobility that you do have

And I will take it to play poker.

And I won't be able to lie anymore.

And I won't say no more on the subject

And I would be very grateful if you would tell Mr. Farnum so,

And I'd be grateful if this afternoon

And I'd have bet US currency that you'd been strangled

And I'd like to buy the round.

And I'd move back in with Bill.

And I'd move back in with you.

And I'd say the same to the angels in heaven.

And I'll add you to the list.

And I'll be ready to take that cocksucker.

And I'll be through for the fucking evening...

And I'll just say once,

And I'll murder you in that chair.

And I'll pose you a question back, Al Swearengen!

And I'll put messages under the rock.

And I'll steady a ladder, Dan, at that wall,

And I'm afraid if you are devils

And I'm assigned to change her dressings!

And I'm going back to it.

And I'm gonna have sick people up to my hips,

And I'm saying questions in that tone and pointing

And I'm staring straight at extinction.

And I've been wondering, Cy, um, perhaps we should

And I've heard worse confessions.

And I've learned that no matter what people say

And if Dan's and mine good faith reconnoitering

And if he comes from that way...

And if he misses a titty, does not let himself retrace his steps.

And if I do, I'm not sure I like it.

And if I got 'em, they wouldn't be applied to building nothing.

And if I was you, or any cocksucker with you,

And if I were to confide in him

And if I were to confide in him

And if I weren't as good at what I did,

And if once we hit Deadwood

And if the ear shall say because I'm not the eye

And if we keep talking, I'll break yours too.

And if we knew each other better, I'd throw "fucking" in there somewhere.

And if you got your head blown off sittin' here with your back turned,

And if you inhale and expel pure righteousness,

And if you was to say in your letter

And impressed him at once as being trustworthy.

And in come that coward McCall.

And in that connection, I'm saying it's a hell of a way to treat a white man.

And in that frame of mind, take things personal.

And in that regard, wonder if you've

And in that state of addlement,

And in the bathhouse, we drew straws and...

And in the dumbest looking outfit a grown man ever wore.

And it should give her some relief.

And it would show her in a better light should title be contested.

And it's bad for the camp's reputation.

And Jesus Christ our Lord.

And justice from the God of his salvation.

And killed, and you just didn't know you was dead yet.

And leave having paid him double. How does this Wu do it to me, huh?

And leave you here alone for just a moment

And let matters rest there.

And let's get a poker game going!

And made comfortable till he expires.

And make the business of others their own,

And may I say, Dan,

And maybe get her the fuck outta here.

And maybe it had been me too that killed his friend,

And maybe you'd enjoy sitting with someone

And me to clean up the mess and those are the only loose ends?

And me too. We'll see each other again down the road.

And more than the claim is worth," you said.

And Mr. Swearengen, he's funny as all get out.

And my brother Robert was a cavalryman

And my concern's

And my fucking mother dropped me the fuck off there

And my part's getting hanged for it,

And my plate...

And naturally, I am afraid.

And Ned throws down.

And never once walk in.

And next morning often finds us feeling better.

And nights I watch folk's goods like I'm going to do for yours.

And no fucking paperwork.

And no lippin' the bottle, but I got a pretty steady pouring hand.

And no mistake,

And no one else even knows it's out on you.

And not getting ate by the pigs

And not pre judging the evidence...

And not the US Government saying I'm trespassing,

And now here Mr. Hickok was at poker again.

And now I killed you.

And now I'm out here.

And now is he holding the strings on you?

And now reclaimed by white men!

And now the seller's disappeared. You checked into his room.

And now they got sick on 'em.

And of course, Custer sorted out the Sioux for us,

And on the battlefields of the brothers' war,

And only ourselves can fuck up,

And operating a bonanza gold claim.

And oversteppin'.

And pain or discomfort!

And perhaps were in cahoots with other parties as well,

And pour me a goddamn drink!

And pour me another, my good man.

And prompt as a Swiss fucking timepiece

And property claims and hand everything over instead to our ne'er do well

And put a penny aside every time I curse.

And rely on my counsel exclusively.

And riders dispatched to secure a vaccine."

And right to buy back at the original price,

And rough.

And see to his Christian burial.

And set a 24 hour limit to my reply.

And she couldn't be doing better.

And she takes it?

And she told me that she would take you with her.

And she wanted to get off the dope.

And she's promised a prompt reply.

And she's staying with that widow,

And shouting "Take that, damn you!" he fired.

And show him the fucking door.

And shut the fuck up, huh?

And sits there losing at poker.

And so afraid of who you might be, it didn't call out.

And so's peace with the fucking dirt worshippers.

And some character behind it...

And some kind of delicacy wrapped in swaddling.

And somebody else knowing it,

And someone to keep your feet warm.

And source of continuing income for his declining years?

And starting tomorrow morning,

And stay in the fucking muck until I'm down there.

And stigmatizing the afflicted.

And stole the dope that he was bringing to you.

And such a joy now to recall.

And supposing it was road agents

And swallow us up and every fucking thing we gain here.

And take him to the hills.

And takes the thunder if it comes from the same storm.

And tell Brom Garret's people it breaks his heart to say so,

And tell him any so called sheet iron violation

And Texas Jack Omohundro on a stage in Hartford, Connecticut.

And thank you for allowing me my full range of expression.

And thank you for the letter to the editor.

And thanks for stepping in on the side of right and fucking justice,

And that Bullock fella was with me that you seemed to like.

And that is my promise to you,

And that little one needs someone to care for her...

And that means "First, do no harm."

And that seems to be your room she's walking into yet again.

And that warrant against me now quashed

And that's what's giving you the seizures

And that's what's left of the fucking shipment.

And that's when Daddy gave us up.

And that's when you had your second vision?

And the camp sheriff can be bought off for half a can of bacon grease.

And the constable hand of the past

And the first promise, you weren't a party to.

And the free drinks you had to give out restoring order.

And the fucking playing cards he was using as targets.

And the grownups are just sleeping.

And the headache over that I'm gonna have with fucking Wu

And the King of glory shall come in.

And the lapse of momentary fear.

And the person who did it

And the Pinkertons can't come into this unless Father does as well.

And the rest I forget.

And the talk between us is over.

And the whore from The Gem is with her too.

And the widow in an opium stupor

And their entire fucking cockeyed story.

And them lawyers on line this morning.

And then 50 more,

And then burn down the whole fucking camp.

And then did everyone dry their hands?

And then I grab your hand...

And then I saw the big vipers decide to strangle

And then I was afraid I wouldn't.

And then I'll blow him

And then I'll blow myself with fucking soap.

And then I'll kiss him.

And then I'll probably draw a picture for him, portraying myself a cunt!

And then I'll tie him off and I'll shoot him up

And then I'm gonna check under the rock

And then one day I woke up...

And then she says she needs more time to make up her mind.

And then to add to the egg money by...

And then you partnered with Mr. Bullock in Montana?

And there's no fuckin' joy in me telling you that,

And these are still free.

And these two.

And they call this a game of skill?

And they hear his talk,

And they never cause fucking trouble.

And they're started right ahead with the building.

And this has been a great concern to me in your case.

And this is Al Swearengen.

And this is the God's honest truth.

And those members of the body

And those society people in New York City,

And three to the dealer. The dealer draws...

And to build and keep up a camp infirmary."

And to have his prick sucked and collect his weekly 20 fuckin' dollars

And to let 'em know they're amongst their own, I'll operate from the corner,

And to me, the course is clear.

And to pay to see them established.

And to tell you what they fucking decide?

And tougher fucks than he was and littler than her by plenty!

And Trixie's taking care of her.

And trouble and expense for the privilege of getting hanged?

And try to eat less.

And us periodically fixing the entire time we're in the fucking tub,

And was you upset to have to leave him?

And we ain't no hospital!

And we will continue to ready our leaving. All right, darling?

And we wind up that way. And I wind up after

And we'll be here for you to find us.

And we'll discuss the rest of it some other fucking time.

And we'll revisit the whole mess subsequently.

And we'll see how they like farting from that position, okay?

And what else?

And what he did to your poor fucking brother, huh?

And what is your fucking business?!

And what must Mr. Bullock have been thinking

And what that saloon keeper gave me if you'd wanna take it on.

And what would that be to you?

And whatever the fuck I gotta do, if you're too much in my shadow,

And when chance affords, a thief, but I ain't no fucking hypocrite.

And when did your path cross Mr. Bullock's?

And when I was down at the creek,

And when it's gonna get to where you can't,

And when it's gonna get to where you can't,

And where the one member suffer,

And while I'll sign no guarantee not to return

And who do you blame for the rest of the fucking mess?

And who is watching us from his balcony even as we speak.

And who isn't, what are you supposed to do then, huh?!

And who won't shrink from lying as to what she admitted

And who'd remember who got him situated.

And whoever doesn't admit to it is going out the window

And whoever they send out here may take up to 15 minutes

And whom I I can't receive here in my room,

And whose ear'd be first to the ground

And widen suspicion to include yourself?

And Wild Bill Hickok support each other

And wind up hurting yourself

And with choices bigger elsewhere and nothing I can tell to hold you here,

And with my other ailments,

And with your permission, ma'am, I will take my leave.

And woke us all the fuck up.

And work hard on your paper.

And working a paying fucking gold claim.

And yet that upset by blood.

And yet today it is.

And yet you didn't seem drunk.

And yet...

And you answer by insulting me in my own joint.

And you better have someone to hand the task off to when you close your eyes.

And you bring Clell Watson out here

And you can help your delicate sensibilities by turning the fuck away.

And you can't get re infected, so

And you come back here and sign it over to me

And you could lay head to pillow nights knowing he was your friend.

And you didn't want to have anything to do with me,

And you don't need to be worried or troubled about the

And you don't, you know, behave like a kid with sore thumb,

And you fucked up the game is the central fucking present issue.

And you give yourself no respite.

And you gotta believe you'd make your ass hundreds of thousands

And you have to admire me for it.

And you know how you get, Al.

And you need someone to look to this child.

And you never know when it's gonna happen.

And you never know when it's gonna happen.

And you said, "Do this, do that,"

And you tell 'em I'll be waiting.

And you thought six more would be the jackpot, take him from 14 to 20.

And you tossed them too.

And you verify she's got nothing

And you want to kill him?

And you won't come out of that joint alive.

And you, Daddy?

And you'll have no such thing.

And you'll improve our chances at that friendship.

And you're to give those to me.

And your big brick building,

And your claim runs rim to rim the width of the fucking gulch,

And your decision will come to this:

And your deepest purposes proved.

And your mute friend back down the fucking trail.

And, apparently,

And, I mean, well, why why go on with that?

And, incidentally, decided our fates.

And, then afterward, we cut the bullets out

And, uh, I was, uh, half wondering too if...

And, um, how was justice meted out?

And... that's what I believe.

Andy Cramed, Reverend.

Andy: Oh, Christ.

Andy: Oh, my back!

Andy: Strike me dead.

Announcing your plans

Another fucking bottle.

Another thing

Another thing

AnoXmous

AnoXmous

AnoXmous

AnoXmous

Answer the question.

Antemeridian constitutional, Mr. Russell,

Any case, don't take me for inhospitable.

Any figure I would've come up with, part of that you give to him

Any ideas for the rest?

Any item that don't do what it's supposed to

Any kind of interest in return, that's fine,

Any more foot traffic you'd have to call it a riot.

Any more gunplay gets answered.

Any other business connections with the white pillar?

Any purpose you want to visit, hmm, hmm?

Any rate, pleasure to meet you, sir.

Anyone or just you?

Anyone wants to can find me at the Grand Central.

Anyone wants to put your daughter

Anything broke?

Anything can happen under a tent.

Anything else on your schedule I'm behind on?

Anything else you want me to ask you her for you?

Anything else?

Anything the mayor should know?

Anyway, go lay up.

Anyway, how's, uh... $50 a visit sound,

Anyway, in this camp, warrants don't count.

Anyway.

Anyways,

Anyways, are you at risk for the smallpox?

Anyways, have a good evening.

Anyways, how'd it go with Bullock?

Anyways, I ain't here to teach you any fucking manners.

Anyways, I better take my turn.

Anyways, I'll line up the assayer.

Anyways, I'm glad to see this little one