segunda-feira, março 13, 2006
Garimpeiros (7)
Dead Count:
Episode #13: Bummer Dan: Shot by Harry Young after Bummer Dan urinated in his establishment. Bummer, it turns out, was the butt of a practical joke gone wrong. Slippery Dan, who, having been warned that he'd be shot if he urinated in Young's cuspidor again, lent the drunk Bummer Dan his jacket and dared him to go in a pee in the cuspidor. Mistaken for Slippery Dan, he was shot.
Crash:
"(Al`s office, he`s in the corner, trying to piss... Seth enters...)
Al: Age impedes my stream, no fucking fear of you.
Seth: Get in here.
Al: All in due fucking course, but tell me one thing first, Bullock, as I stand here fucking humbled. Does the widow Garret have a going fucking hard rock concern and five-stamp mill crushing gold out of her quartz all day and fucking night?
Seth: What?
Al: But does she cast her lot with the camp, furnish others here a chance to develop what they got, to hang on or even prosper?
Seth: You pie-faced cocksucker. Get in here and account for your insult.
Al: Or, with you at her ear -- among other points of entry -- instead of doing your civic duty, does she ship her fucking loot to Denver?
Seth: Civic duty? Opposed by her own and her dead husband`s family, to put her assets at play in a camp with no law or government worth the name?
Al: See as here where she lives and struck lucky, civic duty? Yeah. And it`s time for her and some others to quit their fucking shirking. Yankton`s making it?s move. (shouts) Ah, the fucking thing!
Seth: Meaning what? "Yankton`s making it`s move?" Without more insults.
Al: We`re getting ass-fucked. Carved into counties, but not one fucking commissioner coming from the hills.
Seth: How do you have this information?
Al: From the governor himself in a pricey little personal note. They want to make us a trough for Yankton`s snouts. And them hoopleheads out there, they need buttressing against going over to those cocksuckers. Now, I can handle my areas, but there?s dimensions and fucking angles I?m not expert at. You would be if you?d sheathe your prick long enough.
Seth: Shut up.
Al: And resume being the upright pain in the balls that graced us all, last summer.
Seth: Shut up, you son of a bitch.
Al: Jesus Christ. Bullock! The world abounds in cunt of every kind, including hers.
(Seth stares at Al for a moment, removes his badge, unhooks his belt. Al sighs.)
Al: Of course, if it would steer you from something stupid...I, uh, could always profess another position.
Seth: Will I find you?ve got a knife?
Al: I won`t need no fucking knife.
(Seth turns and they commence to fighting. It makes it`s way to the balcony, they fall over into the muck. The stagecoach approaches. Al looks up at Trixie. She runs inside.)"
Deadwood
posted by Luís Miguel Dias segunda-feira, março 13, 2006
