Charlie shakes his head. It is universally agreed that Jane likes Bill better than him, and he can't figure out why. Perhaps it is Wild Bill's beautiful plumage of golden curls unfurling out from beneath his hat. Hee. The ladies love that, Charlie.

Jane calls out to a family going the opposite direction on the trail. She asks them if they know a short-cut into camp. We see her smile at the little girl sitting between her parents. The people are Swedish, it turns out, and the mother tells her they're going home, back to Minnesota.

Back in town, Bullock and Sol are trying to unload their stuff while some dude yells at them to get out of his way. Bullock tries to go Clench on the guy, but Sol intervenes, and in a gesture of good customer service, he gives the angry man a free latrine, compliments of Star & Bullock Hardware. Cute.

Back in Al's office, Trixie is explaining how the dead guy told her that he lost his stake gambling, that he lost it and was planning to go back east after one last roll in the hay. Al is not moved. She tries the thing again about the guy beatin' on her. Al gets in real close, and comments, seemingly with feeling, that she really had had the living shit beat out of her. Trixie is no fool, though. She flinches and tells him to "do what he has to do." Al: "Don't tell me what to do." I wasn't kidding before about him being hard. He throws her down and steps on her neck, saying, "Either way this comes out, we'll only have to do it once. What's it to be, Trixie?" She chokes for a second before giving up: "I'll be good."

Wild Bill and Charlie make their way into Deadwood's finest luxury hotel, run by the weaselliest little man in town, E.B. Farnum. "We heard rumors you might be comin'," he says, all oily, "we heard rumors you might be comin' from Cheyenne." Bill: "Here I am." E.B.: "Of course, if every rumor was true, we'd all have been scalped by now by the Sioux or the government would have tossed us out as treaty violators." Thanks for the history lesson, E.B.

He's babbling, and Bill and Charlie stare, waiting for him to shut up. He shakes their hands, and Charlie declares E.B. to have "mighty clammy hands." E.B.: "Damp palms run in my family." (Yeah, like his brother Darryl, and his other brother Darryl, for example.)

Bill and Charlie want two rooms, but E.B. can't fix it -- unless, he says, looking at Wild Bill, "you kill a guest." Wild Bill is less amused than you might expect. We cut back over to the Gem where E.B. has made it in record time to inform Al of the new gunslinger in town. Al rants about how nothing is ever easy, going all the way back to that damn Custer not holding up his end of the bargain up and losing to the Sioux. I believe he calls them the cocksucking Sioux, actually.