Persimmon Phil: Against Wild Bill Hickok? Al Swearengen: Against Hickok and this other cocksucker who draws almost as fast, so it's a toss-up who blew Ned's head off.ĭoc Cochran: I see as much misery outta them movin’ to justify their selves as them that set out to do harm.Īl Swearengen: Let's leave it all alone. Persimmon Phil: Wild Bill Hickok? Al Swearengen: And Ned throws down. Party makes up from Nuttall's to ride back out to Spearfish, Wild Bill Hickok and those two guys walked past you downstairs save the squarehead kid, tell Ned to stick around 'til they see what the kid has to say about him. where is he now? Al Swearengen: Where he is now is, he stirs the whole camp up last night with his massacre story 'til I'm giving liquor away and cunt at half price just to keep my crowd controlled. Al Swearengen: Yeah, but here's closer, isn't it? All you cocksuckers go for the easiest chance. And I don't drink where I'm the only fuckin' one with balls! Deep Water Persimmon Phil: He swore he'd head to Cheyenne. What's your fuckin' rush?! I'm goin' now. Calamity Jane: Why are we standin' here? Guy: Ridin' out tomorrow, daybreak. And don't forget to kill Tim.Ĭalamity Jane: Is it true? Indians killin' white people? Dan: That's the sewer mouth that follows Hickok around. And pussy's half price, next 15 minutes.Īl Swearengen: Let her go she ain't taking any business with her. And God rest the souls of that poor family. With no upper limit! That's all I say on that subject, 'cept next round's on the house. And startin' tomorrow morning, I will offer a personal $50 bounty for every decapitated head of as many of these godless heathen cocksuckers as anyone can bring in. Or even if someone wants to ride out in darkest night. Now it's not for me to tell anyone in this camp what to do, as much as I don't want more people gettin' their throats cut, scalps lifted or any other godless thing that these godless bloodthirsty heathens do. I never thought he'd live long enough for me to meet him.Īl Swearengen: Well, I guess when it starts pissin' rain in here, you know who to blame, huh? Now, I know word's circulatin' Indians killed a family on the Spearfish Road. And if you don't know what one of those is, the man livin' next to you will appreciate your findin' out. Seth Bullock: We got chamber pots to sell ya. Season One Deadwood Jack McCall: Should we shake hands or something, relieve the atmosphere? I mean how stupid do you think I am? Bill Hickok: I don't know, I just met you. 3.2 I Am Not the Fine Man You Take Me For.

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