Al agrees that Ellsworth's cocksuckers had better not try anything in the Gem, leading Ellsworth to announce, "Goddammit, Swearengen, I don't trust you as far as I could th'ow ya, but I enjoy the way you lie." These two were made for each other. Al toasts him, thanking him for his kind words, and Ellsworth says, "You're welcome, you connivin', heavy-thumbed motherfucker."
They only have a second to bask in the glow of this friendly chat before a shot goes off somewhere in the building. Al recognizes the sound of the shot to be one from "her Derringer." He goes from zero to sixty on the rage scale, tells Ellsworth to keep his own tab, and stomps off, muttering to Dan about how he had warned him about this particular whore.
We cut to Trixie's room. Trixie is one of the main girls working at the Gem and has just shot a john in the head for "beatin' on" her. Look, she told him not to beat on her. Dan asks her if she's got any more guns. She tells him, "No, I don't got anymore!" as if that was the dumbest question of the day. The john is sitting there with a hole in his head, saying, "Ticonderoga, New York...Barnett Robinson" over and over again in reference to a letter in his jacket pocket. Al finds the letter. "That's who to notify if this thing goes wrong," the almost-dead guy tells him.
Another of Al's henchmen, Johnny, comes in with the town doctor, Doc Cochran, played by the brilliant Brad Dourif. Doc takes a moment to say hello to Trixie, who says again that she told the guy not to beat on her, that he'd said she robbed him, and then started in beating on her. Al yells at her that no one asked for her version. Trixie simultaneously yells at the john that she did not rob him. He mumbles that he can't remember (you know, because he has a bullet in his brain now) and they all get quiet.
He's starting to twitch now, and reaches up to show Doc where Trixie shot him in the head. "Don't put your fingers in it," Doc cautions, and we see Dan blanch across the room. Everybody is perfectly still as the guy dies, moments later, then Al breaks the mood sending Dan out to "get the Chinaman."
Doc says he sure would like to know how the guy lived for twenty minutes after he was shot. Al tells him to "prospect in him 'til Dan brings the Chinaman." Good one, Al. As Johnny helps Doc out with the dead man, Al announces that Doc will drink free today and says he hopes any subsequent word of this incident will "keep the gun out of the whore's hand." Doc: "That wouldn't come from me." Al: "Bastard did himself in." Whores killing clients is bad for business, you know. Doc uses some tool to push the bullet out of the guy's brain as Al drags Trixie out to his office. Johnny is grossed out by the bullet thing, and Doc gives him a mini-medical lecture about there being something peculiar about the man's brain -- either that or all the current knowledge about the forebrain being the source for speech is wrong. "Of course," he goes on while Johnny cringes, "that won't matter to Mr. Wu's pigs." Now, none of us can wait to meet the Chinaman.