DEADWOOD SPEC SCRIPT

It is a dusty, dreary day, as days in the camp usually are. AL stands on the porch of The Gem, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. The rising sun gleams in his impeccably slicked-back hair.

AL finishes the bottle.

AL: Fuck.

Close-up on some horses splashing mud about in the street. Zoom out to reveal a world-weary prospector, lying in the street, who has been caught in the crossfire. His only company is his bottle of whiskey, from which he drinks thirstily.

PROSPECTOR: Fuckin’ shit.

Cut to the interior of the Bella Maria. CY, with a prostitute on each arm, exits his bedroom. He goes downstairs to the bar and pours himself a shot, then drinks it.

CY: Fuckin’ whores.

Janie enters.

JANIE: Goddamn it, Cy.

CY: Shut the fuck up.

Cut to the interior of The Gem. DAN is facing a YOUNG MAN, tied to a chair.

DAN: The fuck were you thinking?

YOUNG MAN: I…I don’t fuckin’ know, Dan. Please don’t kill me.

DAN stabs the YOUNG MAN in the throat, killing him. The blood from his neck sprays wildly, surprising DAN and staining his shirt. DAN looks down at the stain.

DAN: Aw, fuck.

DAN pours himself a shot and slumps into his chair behind the bar, looking gloomy. He drinks the shot.

FIN