It's the learning fuckin' nothin', Al, that keeps me young.
“True Colors” · Season 3
In this episode: Al Swearengen (5), Jack Langrishe (4), A.W. Merrick (3), Seth Bullock (1), George Hearst (1), Alma Garret (1)
A. W. Merrick, Mr. Langrishe, publisher of "The Deadwood Pioneer."
Ah! Accounting for the halo I see above you.
Shit blizzard's early today.
[describing Mrs Ellsworth to Hearst] A haughty cunt. Formerly weak for dope. Most fundamentally a sexual peccant, though I'm sworn against providing specifics.
Whatever's toward what he wants. Not a flying fuck if it's true or how fucking soaked in blood.
That talk serves no purpose.
What talk to a murderer does?
I'd not be insulted in my own rooms, Mr. Ellsworth.
Where shall we go for me to do it?
What makes you think any good will come of confronting Hearst now?
Now is when he's killing people.
What, you feel he'll leave off soon?
Tactics and timing ain't the issue.
The hell you say.
Erm, it occurs to me Al, as you and he are so evidently well-acquainted, the decent interval that Mr. Langrishe is owed to make his domestic arrangements I might spend hearing you talk of him.
Ever wonder if you expressed yourself more directly, Merrick, you might fucking weigh less?
I see no logic in that whatever.
I don't want to talk of Langrishe, he makes me fucking nervous.
A. W. Merrick, Mr. Langrishe, publisher of the Deadwood Pioneer.
Ah! Accounting for the halo I see above you.
Shit blizzard's early today.
He takes his tone with you as a familiar.
Oh, we're well-acquainted, Mr. Swearengen and I.
Mmm, new friends, old campaigners.
The infrequent bloody win.
Always superfluous, bloodshed. The deeper damage is best.
[Giving Jack a tour of the camp] The Ellsworth house, richest claim next to Hearst, that woman.
What sort of plays does she favor?
Oh, Christ, she told me and I fucking forgot. Goes through her men like Sherman to the fucking sea.
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