Seems Adams has taken Miss Iz up on her offer of a bang for his questions answered. Post-coitally, she explains that when Mrs. Garret advertised for a tutor, her employers saw it and sent her to Deadwood. Adams asks what she had been doing before heading to camp, and Miss Iz says she was piloting a steamboat. She says she isn't sure who hired her people to go after Mrs. G, and Adams figures it's Brom Garret's parents. She says that would make sense, and asks why Al hates the Pinkertons. Miss Iz, we're all looking forward to finding that out. "Beats me," Adams says, with heavy sarcasm, "a stalwart organization like 'at?" He continues, asking: "Did you help send them miners up the fuckin' scaffold in Pennsylvania?" Miss Iz: "I was busy on the Mississip'." I'm going to miss Miss Isringhausen when they kill her, I think.
Eeek, out in the thoroughfare, Wolcott is coming unraveled. Walking down toward the Chez Amie, he's talking to himself, making the case against Cy and Doris and the WORLD for spreading the word about his indecent habits. He's hung up on Cy saying he's "past surprise." He lists out stuff one might be past in life -- love, warmth, kindness, consideration, justice -- but to be past surprise, he says, would make life an endless tedium. He walks into the Chez Amie, indeed surprising everyone. Maddie, reading at her desk, tells him Carrie is napping, and offers to wake her. "You needn't," he says, indicating Doris. "I'd like to see this young lady just now." Maddie's face shows a little concern, as she instructs Doris to go with Mr. W.
Back outside, Merrick is enjoying showing Mary Stokes around the camp. He's laying it on a little thick, talking about teachers and how great they are. He gets choked up, talking of the reverence in which he holds teachers. She thanks him.
In Al's office, the time has finally come for Wu to get his meeting. He explains, in looks and gestures to his drawings, his concerns about the "San Francisco cocksucker [SFC]," Lee. Al tells him he needs to meet this SFC. Wu's mad and frustrated, and not getting it. "Swedgin?! Cocksuckah?! Meet?!" Yeah, Al tells him, Swedgin's got to meet the cocksucker, to see "how much juice he's got behind him." Wu: "JEWS?!" He jumps up, pointing out the window across the thoroughfare to the hardware store, pantomiming that he has a big nose. Al puts his head in his hands. "No, no, no, Wu. No Jews. Forget Jews!" Wu: "NO JEWS?! No Swedgin, no San Francisco cocksucker, no Jew!" He puts his first two fingers together like you do to indicate that you're tight with someone, saying, "Swedgin! Wu! Hang di!" Shaking his head, Al agrees. "Wu and Swedgin, hang di." I have no idea how to find out what "hang di" means, or even how to spell it, so I'm just gonna say it means "BeFri."