Carrie asks what's the problem, then. "I don't know," Wolcott says. "I can't say. I don't want you to have seen me..." Carrie, who is also fantastic here, says she doesn't care that Wolcott killed Doris. "I mean something different," he says. "I don't want to have been seen..." Shit. Carrie realizes he's talking about the fact that she's seen him without his pants. She takes a deep breath, still crying, and musters up her strength for one final bout of bitchiness: "Then you're fucking crazy...and you're gonna kill me in this fucking shithole." She breaks down a little, still staring at Doris. "Do you know," she asks him, "how to make it not hurt?" He pauses a little -- and who the hell knows if he has any feeling one way or another about what he's about to do as he sits there and reflects -- and Carrie jumps up to make a break for it. He grabs her and quickly slits her throat, and lowers her slowly to the bed, where her body rests on his arm. "Now..." he says, with maximum eveeeel, "I could cut off my arm..." Asshole. He leaves her there, dead, her face still streaked with tears.
I am only beginning to get mad about him killing Carrie when we cut back out to the drawing room, where Joanie is getting ready to go in and find out what's happening. She goes to get her gun, when Maddie stands and draws on her. "Your gun isn't there," she says, crying, "go on, get out." This is awful. They are both in a state of panic. Joanie leaves, and runs crying down the thoroughfare, toward the Bella Union, pausing to acknowledge Charlie Utter in the street.
Back in the Chez Amie, Wolcott has stepped into the drawing room to face Maddie, who stonefacedly asks him what he's done. "Something..." he tells her, "very expensive." Not pausing, she stands again, pointing the gun in his face and demanding "One hundred thousand...for now," as she goes on, she gets more and more hysterical, "and more, when I want it, for as many years as I live...for all the years of my life...DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Oh, yes, he understands. He slits her throat as well. Mr. W is in no mood to be tested today by selfish people, that much is clear. Maddie doesn't go as quietly as the others, and as she lies dying, Wolcott sits to contemplate his next move.