sábado, abril 22, 2006
Garimpeiros (12)
Dead Count:
Episode #18:
Doris: Throat slit by Wolcott, who was enraged over her betrayal of his secret to Tolliver.
Carrie: Throat slit by Wolcott.
Maddie: Throat slit by Wolcott after she pulled a pistol on him and demanded money, following the murder of Carrie and Doris.
Crash:
(Up in Al´s office, He´s preparing to meet the public. Straightening his suit, he looks up to Dan and Johnny. Dan paces around the desk next to Johnny, looking critically at Al.)
[...]
(Dan opens the door, E.B. and Trixie stand, Tom Nuttall, Alice Isringhausen and Silas Adams all are waiting between them.)
Trixie: I´m going in.
EB: Then why am I in first chair?
Trixie: Anyone else suck his prick?
(Up in Al´s office, it´s Trixie´s turn with Al...)
Al: How´s the Jew-fucking going?
Trixie: (smoking) It´s alright.
Al: What does it add to my understanding?
Trixie: He´s meetin´ with the widow this morning--spoke to the other of formin´ a bank, and of her in that connection.
Al: Who´s the fucking "other"?
Trixie: Fucking Bullock.
Al: My sensibilities do not need coddlin´ either.
Trixie: (shaking head) It´s no concern for you. (Ashes her cigarette) I don´t like naming the cocksucker. Anyways, that may be it´s purpose, his sittin´ down with the widow.
Al: The Jew? (Trixie nods) I hope you´re getting paid for the pussy. Don´t put a price to it, you´ll lose their respect.
Trixie: He´s teachin´ me accounts.
Al: That´s all right then. Learnin´ is like currency to them.
Trixie: (Widens her eyes) He stares in my eyes when he fucks me, longing-like.
Al: Jesus Christ.
Trixie: (Studies Al) You don´t look so bad.
Al: Yeah, next thing to up and about.
[...]
(It´s night time now, Merrick and Mary walk back along the thoroughfare to his print shop.)
Merrick: Lot, before God, could make no case for that food.
Mary: Lot´s wife may have been in that food. (Lot´s wife was fed to Wu´s pigs? Huh.)
Merrick: Over salted as it was.
Mary: Mm-hmm.
Merrick: (laughs) I took that to be your meaning.
[...]
(Back at the Chez Amie - not so friendly now is it? - Cy is looking upon the carnage, dabbing his mouth with a handkerchief. What I´m sure is feigning disgust at the sight.)
Cy: (gags a bit - breathes deep) The chief fact is, no witnesses are extant.
Wolcott: The other madam was here - once when I came out. Uh, Joanie Stubbs.
Cy: Before you did this? (Waves the handkerchief, motioning to Maddie´s body)
Wolcott: Yes. When I came back out, she was gone.
Cy: Was she ever in the bedroom?
Wolcott: No.
(Cy tucks the handkerchief in his coat pocket, pulls up a chair, sitting backwards in it - facing Wolcott.)
Cy: Don´t worry about the other madam. Go to the hotel. Eat, if you can stand the food. (Wolcott looks at Cy.) This will all be took care of. I told you, Mr. Wolcott, all´s I can´t provide is the cliff. (Wolcott looks down.) Go on now, get outta here.
[...]
Fields: (To Steve) Do you believe that God can act through a nigger?
Steve: God does not want you to kill.
Fields: Do you believe that God would let me feel mercy toward you that tarred me and fucked his horse?
Steve: I do. But I did not fuck the horse. (What would Eric Clapton say? "I fucked the Sheriff, but I did not fuck the horse?")
Fields: Would you go hence in gratitude, if you received mercy (looks at Hostetler) in this stable?
Steve: I would.
Fields: Write out "I fucked the Sheriff´s horse." Then we´re gonna have him sign it.
Steve: I didn´t fuck the horse.
Hostetler: (writing) "I fucked-"
Steve: I jerked off. I came on his leg.
Fields: Would you sign off on that slight exaggeration to keep from getting your fucking head smashed in?
Steve: Yes.
Fields: Would you bless colored folk and God that´s father to us all?
Steve: I would and go hence in gratitude.
[...]
Calamity Jane: "I woke up on the ground in a fucking graveyard pondering: dusk or dawn?"
Deadwood Transcripts
posted by Luís Miguel Dias sábado, abril 22, 2006
