Across the parking lot, Cunningham asks Ramon if he can confide in him about his teddy bears, who are seated next to each other in a lawn chair. They were the first thing Barry spotted when he woke up that morning, just as he had left them when he went to sleep. "Nothing untoward had transpired in the darkness," Cunningham says. "'My God,' I thought. 'They're just two bears doing what bears do.' I didn't see Freddy's teddy and wonder how hard he might have violated my teddy the night before or how many times he may have called Teddy 'faggot' or 'cocksucker' or 'sissy Mary.'" A lot, if David Milch supplies the dialogue, but Cunningham's point here is that he's not going to let his past traumas define him anymore, and he's going to come to terms with who he is. It's a very nice moment.
Freddy doesn't think so, however, watching sulkily from his motel room door. "Tell the queer, I don't like those bears sitting together," he orders Palaka. "That's your opener. Then you ask if him and the beaner if they're wearing those clothes to the parade." Freddy's command is Palaka's wish -- he sidles on up to Cunningham and Ramon, but doesn't use the suggested bear-segregation opener. "Blah blah blah blah," he says to Cunningham. "We're talking, you're listening, look at the bears for a second." It's subterfuge, you see, so that Palaka can make it appear he's following Freddy's orders without actually doing something so idiotic as to tell a grown man where he can and can't place his teddy bears. So yes, Cunningham and Ramon don't plan on changing attire pre-parade; Palaka runs off to deliver this sartorial news. "What did he say about the bears?" Freddy demands. "Uh...segregated whenever they're indoors," Palaka fibs. Good man. Meanwhile, Linc, Zack Morris, and John? Going to go buy an El Camino. Cass? Still filming. Still filming Freddy, too, who dispatches Palaka to shoo her away. "Stare me down," Cass says in a mocking (and terrible) Latino accent. "Stare me down. I'm taking a picture of the entire scene, my brother. All the zeros and ones. That's how I work." Oh Cass -- I think when all of this is said and done, I shall miss you least of all.
And so we go to the used car lot, which Deadwood fans will recognize as manned by Con Stapleton. I didn't recognize him, since he wasn't covered in eight layers of prairie filth. From what I've gathered through the extensive research and footnoting that watching an hour of this show mandates, this is a key scene to the entire JFC mythology, so if you want the unexpurgated version, free of comments and asides and with all the dialogue where God intended it to be, I suggest you go here.