Episode Report Card Al Lowe: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Requiem For A Gleet
By Al Lowe | Season 2 | Episode 4 | Aired on 03.26.2005
In a hurry? Read the recaplet for a nutshell description! Finished? Click here to close.Mr. and Mrs. Bullock settle in to married life, and by "settle in" I mean they, you know, have "pleasant intercourse," by which I do NOT mean conversation. Doc is in high stress contemplating the surgery he feels must be performed on Al, to remove the bladder stones that are most likely going to kill him should they remain where they are. No one, however, is more stressed than Dan. He's having to deal with all sorts of mess, including one of the bushwackers coming into town wanting to propose a robbery scheme to Al, and a very pissed-off Wu attempting to protest the new presence of the rival Tong gang just arrived from Yankton. One of the Yankton commissioners rolls into town, just in time to confirm everyone's worst fears that their gold claims are about to be overturned. He, Cy, and Wolcott set the wheels in motion to profit from the panic. Mrs. Garret, however, is not worried. Her confidence level is so high in all matters, she fires Sophia's tutor and offers to buy E.B. Farnum's hotel. For some reason yet to be revealed, Miss Isringhausen turns to Adams for comfort. Over at the Chez Amie, Wolcott's chosen girl, Carrie, has arrived. She is a snippy, bossy, bitchy thing. He seems to go for that in a big way. He doesn't kill her. Yet. And speaking of living to see another day: Al does. Praise the Lord, Doc doesn't have to perform the surgery. Al passes the stones and his anguish, finally, is relieved. Want more? The full recap starts right below!
Morning dawns in Deadwood, and the Bullocks are just waking up. Well, Mr. Bullock is waking up; it looks like maybe Martha has been awake for a while. He sits up, groggy, saying he's misplaced his boots. His wife explains that she had moved his boots down by the kitchen door. "I was asleep," he says, uh, sleepily, "when you took 'em and did that." She says yes, and asks if he'd rather she had not done that. He says no, it's just that he hadn't intended to fall asleep before they could talk, "which -- what with how it's been -- we have not done in the peace of the evening, as I'd like, since your arrival."They are sitting with their backs to each other, both keeping to their own sides of the bed. Martha says, and I quote, "I would enjoy to converse in the stillness, after the day, like that." Sweet, but a little stilted. Bullock says that tonight he'll have TWO cups of coffee so that he can stay awake. The conversation now takes a turn. It's been a bit tense up to this point, and we're about to learn why.
"In the morning," Martha says, "in the quiet before we each take up our work...is also a pleasant occasion for such intercourse."
Without turning, he tilts his head toward her, and quietly says, "Yes." She asks if he'd like to "start a discussion this morning." They're still not looking at each other. Bullock seems slightly clenched about it all -- not worried, exactly, but there's something there. Maybe it's about Mrs. Garret, but I gotta tell you, he's not saying no, or looking like he wants to. "I wouldn't," he answers slowly, "want to disturb the boy." Lowering her voice a register, she tells him, "William sleeps soundly," and I'm thinking to myself how awesome it is that we are about to see some hot Husband and Wife ACTION up in here, as she tells him to "see to the door." He does, indeed, get up and close the door, and DAMN YOU, MILCH, we cut away.
Al's condition has only worsened since we last saw him. He is shivering in pain, receiving a sponge-down from Trixie and Dolly. Dolly asks if her thumb treatment has brought Al to this condition. Trixie snaps that "first, the dead don't shiver." She goes on to point out that Dolly had just done what Al had asked her to do, and that "ain't it more likely what turned him worse was his underlying woe than a thumb up his ass attempting his fuckin' relief?" Dolly is duly chastised, and leaves, while Trixie returns to her ministrations to the very janked-up Al. He's shaking hard and looking into her face and it is killing me.