E.B. Farnum: [as Russell leaves the hotel] Antemeridian constitutional, Mr. Russell? Or will we roll the bones again?Otis Russell: It must cost you sleep. The guests you drive off, the chances of thievin' and bilkin' you lose, needing to rub against your betters. [he smiles and heads for the door, but before he can walk out, Seth confronts him in a barely concealed rage]Seth Bullock: You and I are gonna talk.Otis Russell: You don't account for my preferences, Mr. Bullock?Seth Bullock: I will beat you here in the street.Otis Russell: First-rate thinking. [he steps around Seth and begins walking; Seth follows him] My daughter's agent beats her father in the street. How better to condemn Alma to deepened suspicion as to her role in her husband's violent death, and widen suspicion to include yourself? Shoot craps, Mr. Bullock? [they head into the Bella Union, as everyone in town watches or follows them in. E.B. grabs his hat and heads for the door]E.B. Farnum: [to Richardson] I know what's in the till. [Russell and Seth walk over to Eddie's craps table]Otis Russell: Were you bullied, Mr. Bullock, when young and incapable? And now you see wrongs everywhere and bullying you feel called to remedy? [he throws some money down on the table] Ten, lay due.Eddie Sawyer: New shooter, comin' out.Otis Russell: The bully who oppressed your youth isn't at the table with us. Perhaps he's long dead. [he rolls the dice]Eddie Sawyer: Eight, point is eight.Otis Russell: If you would view the present with more clarity, perhaps you'd recognize that I'm not victimizing my daughter but merely asking for a small portion of the ample proceeds from her vein. [he rolls again]Eddie Sawyer: Seven out.Otis Russell: Alma is hurt only in your particular view of things. Ten again, lay due. [he slaps some more money on the table, staring straight at Seth this time] And while I'll sign no guarantee not to return, or against any future claim on her compassion, realize I do hate it here. And if you inhale and expel pure righteousness, my olfactories are keen to the smell of shit. [he rolls again]Eddie Sawyer: Six, the point is six.Otis Russell: Having heard all that, and knowing, as you must, the injudiciousness of making an enemy of a man who could testify truthfully that five minutes before her marriage, he heard his daughter wish her prospective husband dead, and who won't shrink from lying as to what she admitted to him on his arrival in this cesspool as to her complicity in her husband's murder... I suppose you'd best take your swing. [Seth looks at him for a moment, then punches him in the face, knocking him to the floor]Eddie Sawyer: [not upset at all] Gentlemen, watch the felt. [Seth begins savagely beating Russell]Sol Star: Seth! [he keeps going] Seth! [he keeps going] Seth! [Seth finally stands up]Seth Bullock: All right. Leave this this camp, and draw a map for anyone who wants to believe your f***in' lies. Anyone who wants to put your daughter or her holdings in jeopardy, you show 'em how to get here. And you tell 'em I'll be waiting.

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