Harry the bartender is giving his speech to the listening ears of absolutely no one. He actually seems to want to do good stuff for the camp, which is a nice change.

As the crowd disperses, Joanie wanders out on the porch of the Bella Union (where did she come from though?! I swear, Joanie is like a ghost who can walk through walls or something). She takes Lila's hand. "Nothing is over yet," she says, striking a positive note.

Charlie walks up to give Bullock the report that Trixie said things seemed to be OK with Mrs. Ellsworth. Bullock has no time to react to this news, though, when Al appears like an apparition, holding himself as steady as he can, shaking his way through the thoroughfare. Bullock rushes to Al while the Gem boys run down from their balcony. "Aw, God," Dan says. "That's the look on his face he gets when he's fuckin' hurt." From his own balcony, Cy smarms that Al appears to be worse hurt than he is. "Bless his heart," he snarks, and I want to kill him.

Bullock makes it to Al, who is holding his hand inside his jacket. "We watched the speeches together," Al tells him. "Yours was especially swell." More softly, he goes on: "I need to lean on you, but don't you fuckin' look up." Upset, Bullock asks if he should go up now and grab Hearst. Al ignores this, calling happily out to his gang who are now running toward him: "Hey boys, what'd you think of the speeches?" Bullock is fully clenched: "I'll go get the cocksucker now," he says, but Al commands the opposite. "Stay the fuck away from him," he says. "I'm having mine served cold." My God, how it sent chills down my spine. Johnny, Dan and Adams are at his side now, but Al wants no physical comfort: "First one to touch me, I kill," he declares, and with all the strength he can muster, he strides back to the Gem to regroup.