Outdoors, in what I guess is the next morning's light, we see Charlie ride into town. Meanwhile, Lee is in Cy's office, having just disposed of the three whores killed by Wolcott. Cy, smoking, asks jokingly if Lee, like Wu, uses pigs to get rid of human remains, or if he has some other method. Lee does not reply, and Cy laughs, saying, "I don't bandy my secrets, either."

Joanie walks in the front door of the Bella Union with a small wrapped package, handing it to Jack, the bartender. "Thanks for the loan, Jack," she says, referring to the money she had borrowed the night before to give to the girls she had spirited out of town. "A hundred extra's in the wrap -- you'd hurt my feelings not to take it." She heads back to Cy's office, passing Lee as he exits. Lee tips his hat at her. At the corner of the bar, Con Stapleton and Leon watch this all go down, and as racist cowards will, make stupid remarks that no one can hear but their own stupid selves. Leon calls Lee a "glorified fuckin' monkey," when in fact, that's exactly what Leon is, or frankly, aspires to be.

In Cy's office, Joanie has come to get final news of her friend Maddie and the two other girls. She sits tiredly in front of Cy, who busts her chops, asking, "How's things at your place?" Smug bastard. Joanie says it's just her there, now, and tells him she's come to ask about the three women, who were alive when she left them with Wolcott, and to see if there are any remains, that she might bury them. Cy tells her there are no remains, and states the obvious that she's now by herself down at the Chez Amie. Yeah, didn't she just say that? Anyway, he goes for maximum smugness, saying, "It's no picnic, is it, honey -- running pussy?" She gives him a look that could melt the Maybelline right off his face, and walks slowly out.

Alone at his shaving mirror, Wolcott examines his loathsome countenance. He sets the razor against his own neck, holding it there for a moment, as if to feel what it might be like to die that way. Is he full of self-hate? Is he just practicing for his next victim? Both?

In his office, Al is going through some rudimentary physical therapy, exercising his legs and pacing back and forth. E.B. knocks and enters to do Al's bidding. Al wants him to make a request of the widow Garret that he may "pay a call" on her. He paces back and forth, outlining this plan, and finally has to yell at E.B., who is following him back and forth, ever the sycophant. E.B.: "Shall I tell her time is of the essence?" Al: "When ain't it?" E.B. tries in a bumbling fashion to elicit from Al the reasons for this meeting, but Al won't go for it and snaps him down, again.