In the thoroughfare, Ellsworth is morose as he walks Sophia to school. When he sees the Bullocks leave their house, he asks if it's all right if she walks with them. "My mother's sick," she says, as she joins Mrs. Bullock and the sheriff looks up quickly with fear in his eyes as Ellsworth goes back to his house.

Davey stops a potential Gem patron from entering, announcing tersely that they are closed for the next fifteen minutes. Al is at the bar, wiping it down with the ferocity of a tiger. Also at the bar? The two parpers who came in last time to kill that Cornish dude. All is seemingly easy-peasy in the Gem. Dan's having a shave over in Barney's chair. Johnny, in his corner, is trying to look while he glances back and forth between Hearst's diagram and the four men who have arrived in the bar and set up just like it shows in the picture. Al, behind the bar, surveys them all with a look of mock innocence. The head parper orders whiskey and before Al can even reach for it, the second asshole demands beer. Al throws up his hands. "I'm concerned it might be taken as provocation," he says, "me serving his whiskey before you getting your beer, or the very reversal of that." Hell, do they even serve beer at the Gem? I've never seen anyone drink it. It's Coors Light, isn't it? That's probably why.

The two jags go on pretending that they aren't there to provoke, but of course Al is in on the score and reverses the whip on them. "And these others, they friends of yours that come in on your heels?" he asks of the two guys Hearst has sent as backup. "You friends of these boys, fellas? Should I be taking your orders all together?" The parpers are starting to look nervous. They demand their drinks, but Al smoothly goes on with his show. "Was yours the fuckin' beer?" he asks Parper No. 1, squinting. "Mine," the guy answers with hostility, "was the fuckin' whiskey." Al nods. Meanwhile, Dan very subtlely moves Barney's hand out of his way. "Right, then," Al says, walking over with the whiskey. "Right you fuckin' are." And with that, he quickly throws the drink in the guy's face and, from nowhere, whips out a knife, grabs the parper's collar and slits his throat. At the other end, the beer lover is gutted by Dan in the blink of an eye, and Johnny is up with the shotgun, scared to death, but training it on the two backup dudes. Ahhhh. It's been so long since we've seen Al or Dan kill someone...it's like a breath of fresh air. Al, still gripping the dead man's collar, tells Johnny not to shoot. "If these fellas had been sent here to draw," he says, smiling, "I believe they'd have already done it." He tells the guys to go on, announcing to them on their way out that the election speeches, should they be interested, are back on for tonight. The men scramble out, passing Charlie on his way in. He takes in the scene with just a glance. Al's bloody knife, when not even pointed at you, is a pretty good temperance message. "I'll drink...after I've et," Charlie says, turning on his heels. He runs into another patron and crooks his arm, do-si-do-ing him back out the door. "No, uh-uh," he says. "You don't want to go in there. He's not even out the door before Al lets the parper drop with a thud and Dan pulls the knife from No. 2's back. To them, I suppose it's all in a day's work, but what of poor Barney, who has pissed his trousers? I hope he gets a raise.