But no. It's ruined, as everything else probably will be, when they see a posse of men ride in carrying torches. Everybody sees it. "Sweet mother of Jesus," Cy says from his own balcony, as the gang stops in front of the hotel to acknowledge Hearst, who smiles and nods them down the street. "Take them amateurs off the fucking sugar tit," Cy tells Con of the Earp brothers. "Mr. Hearst brought the pros to town." Al watches them ride by with a stern look. "Leviathan," he says to Jack, "fucking smiles."