Deadwood2004

Cy Tolliver:
Please. State your business.

George Hearst:
Your letter from Mr. Wolcott, naming me as having knowledge of his misdeeds.

Cy Tolliver:
A letter I mentioned to you, yes, in a conversation I regret.

George Hearst:
Five percent of my holdings I recall as your demand, or you would circulate the letter's contents.

Cy Tolliver:
Exactly what I regret and now find reprehensible, and why I thank God that you take a new look at me.

George Hearst:
To this point, Mr. Tolliver, you make no materially different impression. Still lying, still bullshitting.

Cy Tolliver:
I hope I'm not, sir, but I, I can certainly understand why that would be your material second impression.

George Hearst:
Shall I show you the letter from Mr. Wolcott that I have in my possession?

Cy Tolliver:
That's not necessary from my point of view. You tell me you've got it, I believe you. [Hearst pulls the letter out of his coat pocket]

George Hearst:
Here it is. Will you compare it to your letter? Verify its authenticity?

Cy Tolliver:
That's not necessary.

George Hearst:
Shall I read to you certain pertinent sections on Wolcott's assay of your nature and likely behavior after his death? His detailing your complicitous participation in the aftermath of his crimes? Disposing of the bodies and so forth? You have no letter from Wolcott, Mr. Tolliver.

Cy Tolliver:
[sighing] Let's say that's the case.

George Hearst:
I just did. Let's hear YOU say it.

Cy Tolliver:
I have no letter from Mr. Wolcott.

George Hearst:
Never did.

Cy Tolliver:
I never did have one.

George Hearst:
You're a lying, blackmailing sack of sh*t.

Cy Tolliver:
What do you want?

George Hearst:
I want you to go to work for me.