We teach a special sweeping technique here.
[Al indicates Jewel, who is sweeping the stairs.]
“Bullock Returns to the Camp” · Season 1
In this episode: Al Swearengen (5), Seth Bullock (2), E.B. Farnum (1), Charlie Utter (1), Jack McCall (1)
Say what you're gonna say or prepare for eternal fucking silence.
Oh, do you worry for her, Dan? Wandering the muck of our thoroughfare, her tiny self all but swallowed up in horseshit?
MMiles
They're nice here. And Mr. Swearengen's funny as all hell.
You and I know how it is, Mr. Swearengen.
How what is?
She gets a square shake, or I come for you.
What if I come for you, you ready for that?
I guess I better be.
Then close your fucking store because being ready for me will take care of your waking hours and you better have someone to hand the task off to when you close your fucking eyes.
Jack McCall!
[With his back to Bullock] I'm done, I don't wanna play no more.
[Speaking to others] Bein' a loud-mouthed cunt I guess sometime since he's been here this fella who “don't wanna play no more” probably spoke of killin' Wild Bill Hickok… well, we're Bill Hickok's friends. [Everyone scrambles out of the room]
I'm Seth Bullock.
and I'm Charlie Utter
And if you got your head blown off, sitting here with your back turned, that'd be as fair a play as you gave him.
That widow ain't high.
Maybe waiting till after the service
When she'd want to get good and loaded is before the fucking service, against all the fucking carrying on. What do you think?
Makes sense.
Meaning all that whore's been telling me the last ten fucking days, about seeing the widow taking the dope, your own fucking assurances, you verify that she's loaded personally, you're both full of shit.
I checked in on the woman daily. If I was fooled, perhaps I've chosen simplemindedness, Al, over realizing a certain friend has used me as an instrument of purposes he concealed.
Say what you're gonna say or prepare for eternal fucking silence.
I don't believe you commissioned me to make an offer on the widow's claim to keep the regulators off you, Al. I think someone found something out there you want.
Assume you ain't been privy to the ins and outs of that matter for the sake of fucking conversation, huh? I mean, was I asleep, E.B., when you and me declared undying loyalty and full faith mutual disclosure, about every fucking detail of every fucking move we were ever going to make together?
You used me as a pawn, Al.
And you fucked up the game is the central fucking present issue. We agreed on 2,000, you want a fucking percentage instead?
Is that such an inconceivable proposition?
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