Dan's at the Gem's bar when Al comes down from upstairs. "Box her in my office," Al says with a tinge of regret, and Dan asks if he wants Jewel sent up to clean the mess. "If I'm having her boxed in my fucking office, don't I want the blood left for the cocksucker to see?" Al asks. Dan nods and heads upstairs to do the job. "And when that's over," Al asks, "if we're still alive, I'll clean my own fuckin' mess up." As Dan goes up, Al adds one final, tired instruction: "Look in on Johnny, see if he's grown the fuck up."
Merrick and Blazanov come in with early results from the Sturgis voting. It's a landslide for Harry Manning. "Heavy turnout among the bivouacked military," Merrick says, blue. They all see Trixie come in the back door, carrying clothes, followed by Bullock and Sol, who reports that Hearst should be there within the hour. Al looks at Bullock. "How do you think you might enjoy private life?" he asks. Bullock: "Sturgis?" Blazanov:"970 votes for Harry Manning, 68 votes for Mr. Bullock." Bullock clenches, but he's not surprised.
Upstairs, Dan has arrived in Al's office with Jen's coffin to find Trixie truly grieving over the body. "Don't I want to put my dress on her first, you fucking moron?" she snaps, unnecessarily, at Dan. With kindness, Dan tells her he'll do the boxing after he checks on Johnny. Downstairs, Al's whole team -- Bullock, Sol, Charlie, Merrick and Blazy -- has gathered for this big Whorescapade. He gives what he fears could be his final speech to the camp's elders. "We show united in the prelude when he's making his entrance and the fucking like," he says. He says when it's time to view the body, he will go in with Hearst, alone. "The deception failing," he continues, "I'll make a pass at him with my blade. In the aftermath, play the lie as mine, knowing I speak of you in heaven." You know, the oft-mentioned Gem Employee Manual has a very handy section on contingency planning. Hee. No, I hate to make a joke -- that's some beautiful writing, and all gathered look stoically on as Al takes a bracing swig of whiskey.
Dan's missed all this, of course, looking in Johnny who is not happy AT ALL. "Fffffuck you, DAN!" he spits through his gag. "Fffuck yew!" Dan tries to reason with him. "You got my condolences," he says. "As sorrowful as the passing of Jen is, you know that Al, he didn't have no choice." Johnny calls bullshit, but Dan reasons on. "Feeling how he feels about Trixie, is what I'm saying. Come on, Johnny, you side with your feelings," he says. "Right or wrong, you side with your feelings. Now can you come to yourself in time to be of some fucking use?"