"I don't care what brought it on, say it is murder, or...more'n one!" he yells, exasperated. "George Hearst's chief geologist don't get convicted of any crime in any court convened by humans!" Cy says Hearst will probably buy the judge, jury, and witnesses, or barring that, will "start in to killing." He's making the hard sell, where it isn't necessary. "Well, Cy," Al says, eating a peach with maximum sarcasm, "all that geologist did was step on Utter's foot."

Cy frustration has played out. He thinks they aren't taking him seriously, and says he's fucking done, turning over his peach bowl and slamming it down. Al gets back to business, saying that if neither Wolcott or Utter are "pursuing remedies," that leaves Bullock to make a decision on whether or not anyone gets in trouble. Bullock indicates with a clench that no arrests will be made, and Al adjourns the meeting.

As they break up, Doc quietly tells Charlie that Wolcott wants to talk to him. Charlie wants to know why, and Doc explains about Wild Bill's letter. Cy overhears this, and looks worried, following after Doc, asking what it's about. He's stressed, but no soul in camp right now is more stressed than that of the greasy little lackey, E.B. Farnum, observing this gathering from the front door of his hotel across the street.

Seeing the VIPs exiting the Gem, he rants to himself: "The bald contempt of it! Why not come out five abreast, cavorting...taunting...'E.B. was left out! E.B was left out!'" As much as I'd like the camera to now cut to the thoroughfare and show Bullock and Cy cavorting, E.B. continues, hurt and angry, reminding himself that "public service was never my primary career." He sees through the doors that "two come this way," and rushes around back behind his desk to get in position. Cy is telling Bullock as they enter the hotel that he hopes Bullock does not plan to worry any further over the whole Charlie/Wolcott thing. "I don't," Bullock clenches, going directly for the stairs toward Mrs. G's room. E.B. smarms on and on about how he hopes their "meeting of worthies" was a good one. Cy blows him off with a "thanks," watching Bullock climb the stairway (to heaven). E.B. can't keep his mouth shut, as usual, and calls out to the sheriff, who is already at Mrs. G's door, that he thinks she's in. He then stage-whispers to Cy that the child is also in, "which may confound his intentions." Here, he makes the International Symbol for intercourse, learned by all young boys in fifth grade. Even Cy, purveyor of smut, can barely conceal his E.B.-related disdain.