Jane asks if he's going to cut on Mose. Doc says no. He has other patients and he chooses not to undertake "a futile and exhaustive procedure." He figures the bullet in Mose's chest is lodged in fat too close to the heart. Before he can leave, Con cries out that he's "still in fuckin' discomfort!" Doc to the women: "Nurse him. He's herniated." Jane turns to Joanie and looks over at Con. "He's the cardsharp that told me about Bill," she sniffs. "I'd punch that cocksucker in the balls before I'd cup 'em for comfort." She goes over to Mose, saying "all right, slim" and pouring out some water to give to him. Meanwhile, Leon has sidled up to Joanie, thinking he's all smooth. "Hey, Joanie..." he starts. Without even looking at him, she turns him down. "No chance, Leon."
In Doc's cabin, Martha is flinching with every pitiful cough coming from her dying son. It's a rough picture, seeing the Bullocks all together like this, clenched in real sadness. Bullock tells his wife what Doc said about William maybe finding comfort in a cold cloth and his mother's voice, and Martha breaks down. If she'd only kept him in Michigan, she says, this never would've happened. I guess I expected Bullock to say something comforting like it's not her fault, it was an accident, but he says, "Yes." Nice move, there, Mother Teresa.
Martha says she wants to take William home, and Bullock doesn't get it. "Doc says it's better he's not moved," he tells her. Stoic, she says, "There's no better about it. Is there?" as William gives another death rattle. After a pause, she asks, "What does the doctor tell us to say?"
Jarry goes to the door of the Deadwood Pioneer and knocks, asking for a word with Merrick. The newspaperman closes the blind on him, telling him to go away, that they have nothing to discuss. Hidden in the telegraph office are Blasanov and Sol. I'm not sure why. Jarry stomps away, and Merrick says to his two hidden companions, "I hope that will achieve what the party adjoining us, intends." He's talking about Al, of course, who must have sent Sol over to hang with these two, because Blasanov now thanks Sol for being there.
In Al's office, a bit of a stage production is going on. A little good cop/bad cop starring Al and Adams, playing against Jarry. We know it's fake immediately, because Adams, in playing the bad cop, is sassing Al left and right, an action that would have gotten his throat slit in about 2.9 seconds were this conversation not being held just for Jarry's benefit. Every time Jarry says something, Al responds with courtesy. "I'm listening," Al says, all Dr. Phil-style, and Adams comes back with, "Well, then shame the fuck on you!" While I enjoy this scene very much, I sure wish we could have seen them strategizing it before Jarry got there. Like, "I'm gonna say something nice, and then YOU say something MEAN and I'll look at you like I'm mad, but I really won't be! It'll be so awesome!" Seemingly, Jarry falls for it. "Gentlemen, we are men of experience," he says, trying to placate. "Self-interest is immutable, but its dictates vary daily." Adams tells him he's talking like he takes it up the ass. "I do not, my friend Adams," Jarry answers, "take it up the ass." Brilliant.