Back to the fight. Psalms wraps fresh bandages around Elam's hands. Elam, bloodied and barely able to catch his breath, looks about ready to crater, but the Swede calls an end to the timeout. Mickey hoists Cullen out of his chair and points him in the right direction. Both fighters look to be in a dead tie at this point. They can hardly lift their fists. They just sort of weakly stumble into each other and clasp at each other. Cullen manages to punch Elam in the side a few times. They pull away and Elam swings at Cullen, hitting him across the eyes. Cullen blinks hard. His vision blurs. He rubs his eyes and struggles to see. He throws a punch, but it goes wide. Elam drops him with one last blow. Dix, kneeling over Cullen, calls the fight. To the sad strains of violin music, the freedmen lead Elam out of the saloon. White men leer and shout threats that we don't hear over the soundtrack, but the intent is clear. Across the road, the tattooed lady paces and tries to hide her feelings.

Later, Mickey leaves the saloon looking glum, only to find Sean sitting outside, as relaxed as can be and puffing on a cigar. "Why are you so glib?" Mickey asks. "We just lost everything." Sean gives a sad chuckle. "I bet it all on the darky. Thirty-to-one. We're rich, brother." He holds up a thick wad of cash. Instead of being relieved, Mickey is disgusted. He accuses his brother of cheating. "Was it liniment? A little pepper powder to the eyes?" Sean jumps up and hushes his brother before anyone can hear him. Mickey is devastated that Sean turned against their only friend. Sean holds up his ill-gotten gains. "This is my only friend." Mickey pushes past him. Maybe Sean will buy him a suit that doesn't look like a baby crapped all over it.

Cullen is still lying on the saloon floor, but now a chicken has joined him for some reason. He gives her a little shove away and she's like, "Man, you are weak." Now Lily comes in and sets a bucket down beside him. "Are you all right?" she asks, a bit amused. "Never better," he mumbles. As she walks away, he calls after her. "Did you enjoy the fight?" She smiles like she's almost laughing and says, "Very much!" Cullen dips his hand into the bucket and splashes onto his face what he was expecting to be water. Something isn't quite right, though. He tastes his fingers once, then twice. He laughs and winces at the pain. Is it urine? Corn likker? Something even more unimaginably horrible?