Etta: Your a gentleman. I thought all Pinkerton
men were blood thirsty thugs.
Doctor: When you worked for the Pinkertons
, you came here to Bolivia chasing bandits, right?
I'll Take You There
Mr. Gwin: 1873 Pinkerton Detective
. They don't make guns like this anymore.
Deadwood: Amalgamation and Capital
Al: Mrs. Garret writ me a letter saying how yesterday she lost her temper with you somewhat, and judgement, she tipped she was on to you being a Pinkerton
. Oh, being bright, I expect you concluded it was me must have told her, meaning maybe I had sold over to her, and with my allegiance now in question, I expect you wired the Pinkerton
big shots, arguing you ouughtn't sign any documents that might be able to prove that you, the agency and Mrs. Garret's f@#$ing in laws hired me to lay at Mrs. Garret's doorstep the murder of her husband.
Al: Take the $5,000 and disappear. Yours sincerely, your boss, Pinkerton
Deadwood: Amateur Night
Dan: Copperhead c#$%@#$%#% Hesrst, bringing in the f@#$%*& Pinkertons
Johnny: F@#$%%* Pinkertons
Al: I guess the Dude's case money. Dude only out here three days. How's the dude ask his people back home for more they're liable to send the Pinkerton's
Deadwood: E.B. Was Left Out
Al: The child's tutor you recently sacked.
Alma: Miss Isringhausen?
Al: She's a Pinkerton
Alma: I don't find that credible.
Al: That's the way they like it.
Al: I don't like the Pinkertons
. They're muscle for the bosses, as if the bosses ain't got enough edge.
Al: I don't like the Pinkertons
being the Hearst combine and their f@#$ing ilk got their eyes on taking over here, your staying suits my purpose.
Al: Oh, I'd have them write their offer out and their terms, and make them sign it. Pinkerton
himself, that c@#$%^r, I hate that bastard.
Deadwood: Here Was a Man
Al: Looks dead, don't he?
Al: See, my reasoning was, get the Dude his money back, keep him from askin' in the Pinkertons
E.B.: Well, appears now that's unnecessary.
E.B.: Once that dope fiend, throws her skirts over her head and hightails back to New York, you think she'll give one wet fart about what happened at this camp? Let alone send the Pinkertons
Al: This camp has a lot more to offer me than $20,000 as long as I don't get killed by the @#$%^$# Pinkertons
Wyatt: You don't believe the money's to keep the Pinkertons
Alma: Why pay me? If it were, a ransom to keep the Pinertons
off, why not pay Brom instead of killing him?
Al: But he can't take that like a man, has to blame somebody. Seller's left camp so he picks on me. Says he'll bring in the Pinkertons
if I don't offer restitution. I got a healthy operation here and I didn't build it, brooting on the right and wrong of things. I do not need the Pinkertons
descending like locusts.
Al: I see Pinkertons
coming in swarms.
Deadwood: Reconnoitering the Rim
Brom: Al, are you familiar with the Pinkerton Agency
Brom: Pursuing its business interests my family's had several occasions to engage the Pinkertons
. We maintain friendly relations. I'd prefer we two settle this as gentlemen, but if need be, the Pinkertons
can be made a party to our dispute.
Deadwood: Something Very Expensive
Al: Why I pray fervently it ain't the Pinkertons
whose pay you're in, and that her dead husband's people hired to steal her gold. I got unrelated reasons to hate those c@#$%^%%$s.
Miss Isringhausen: Why does Swearengen hate the Pinkertons
Silas: Beats me, a stalwart organization like that.