Al, if you're not dead and already moldering, I send news to revive you. A fish to rival the fabled Leviathan has swum into our waters. Get well soon and we'll land the cocksucker together. Your friend, E.B.
“New Money” · Season 2
In this episode: E.B. Farnum (3), Francis Wolcott (2), Seth Bullock (1), Sol Star (1), Cy Tolliver (1), Trixie (1), Joanie Stubbs (1)
Swearengen said the county commissioners are all from Yankton.
When was this?
Just before we hit the mud. It's wrong the hills get no representation.
Even in an Eden like this, wrongs sometimes occur.
You've approached a group in San Francisco that does business with my employer.
That group and employer bullshit really quickens me with fuckin' trust.
That group you've approached is a fraternal Chinese organization.
"Tong" is not a clever enough word?
You offered them a contract to send members to this camp. That organization has a pre-existing arrangement with my employer.
So you work for who, Wolcott? The railroads? Some mining combination that brings those slant-eyes in by the boatload?
No, sir. I work for one man.
Some ancient Italian maxim fits our situation, whose particulars escape me.
Is the gist that I'm shit outta luck?
Did they speak that way then?
I'll pay you, or you can take it out in cunt.
MMaddie
The creature I saw outside our place last night, who you said is the camp's mayor, now perches like a vulture over that man at breakfast.
Farnum. He owns the hotel.
MMaddie
Have you affection for Mayor Farnum?
None.
MMaddie
Good. Because the man the mayor expects to digest is going to toy and play with Mr. Farnum from camouflage for as long as he finds it amusing. And then make him a meal of his own.
August commencement to my administration, standing stymied outside a saloon door, next to a degenerate tit licker!
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