As a new day dawns in Deadwood, a recovering Cy Tolliver looks out his window and takes in the thoroughfare.

Cy: "Fucking elections. New faces in camp. Deals made, fuckin' money changing hands. And, here I stand like some snot-nosed orphan, face pressed against the window, lookin' in on cocksuckers who think they can hoist sail and fucking navigate the winds of change. Do you hear me, Lord? Are you listening? They say in Heaven streets are paved with gold. That true, Lord? Tell me, is that fuckin' true? Streets here are paved with horse-shit, piss, and blood. My blood, Lord. My blood on the thoroughfare. Forgive that if you will, I fuckin' won't. What's that, Lord? What? You say, revenge is yours? Well, take a number, get in fuckin' line. I don't forgive, Lord, and I don't forget, and I will not stand outside looking in. Change don't scare me, nor does George Fucking Hearst. It's time old Cy declared whose side he's on - shoulder the burden, help carry the cross, and wait to drive the fuckin' nails in. You listening, Lord? Never fuckin' mind. You'd best avert your eyes and turn away. Send your four horsemen. I'll greet them and smile, and tell them, welcome to fuckin' Deadwood."