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that I am the aggrieved party here?

You must be drunk or gone crazy, Will.

Now, if you got any sense left,

you'll just head on home.

No, no. You're not gonna get off that easy.

You took the life from my brother.

And you left me a crippled old man

in a wheelchair.

You, sir, will die!

Mister, Wild Bill

just shot Will Plummer dead.

Then he told me to come ask you if you'd

mind to get the lead out of your ass...

sir... and come outside

and help untie him.

Will Plummer, rest in peace.

We owe God a death.

Bill chose to move on to the town

that was the talk of the entire West.

DEADWOOD GULCH,

DAKOTA TERRITORY, AUGUST 1876

Gold had been discovered a year before.

"Get rich quick" was in the air.

From raw wilderness, suddenly up came

this hell-roaring place called Deadwood.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You, uh, haul our bags

over to the tent city.

Tell 'em to find room

for Bill Hickok and a friend.

How are the eyes, Bill?

Going to be a lot of strangers in this town.

Ah, I can see OK straight ahead.

The sides are narrowin' in, and it hurts.

Comes and goes,

but hurts like hell when it's on you.

This town. I really think it's like

something out of the Bible.

- What part of the Bible?

- The part right before God gets angry.

(whooping and cheering)

Deadwood was a haven

for cardsharps, con men,

thieves, killers, roughs, drunks,

pimps and whores...

along with those arbiters of disputes:

Whip, fist, knife and pistol.

These two fellers must have

caused some trouble.

No trouble, just a couple of card cheats.

That's the worst kind of feller.

Man that cheats at cards

ain't got no religion.

Howdy, Jane.

Howdy, Bill.

Boys! This here is James Butler Hickok.

(cheering and whooping)

Everybody to the bar!

Drinks are on Bill!

Wild Bill. Carl Mann.

Pleased to meet you. This here's

my place, Mann's Number 10.

Make it your personal headquarters.

What kind of whisky do you favour?

Well, Carl, I prefer it in a glass.

Other than that, it's all good.

- That's the great Hickok?

- Sure as hell is.

He'll buy you a drink, shake your hand,

and you can tell your grandkids about it.

Charles Prince, of London, New York

and parts west, friend of Wild Bill's.

I know you're Calamity Jane.

He's spoken of you many times.

Joe!

Half a grand howdy, pard!

The whole town's crazy. Every polecat

in the territory's looking for gold.

They ain't even got a sheriff yet.

I figure I'll nominate you for the job.

- Wild Bill?

- (Joe) They got varmints here that...

What are you doing?

Wild Bill, I'm talkin' to you.

You'd better look out when

you walk down the street in this town.

You listen careful to every sound.

I come here to kill you.

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