It's Christmas in Las Vegas, the perfect time for someone to get murdered. And in this case, it happens to be a construction dude named Merrick. It would seem that Savino and his henchman Nicky are the obvious suspects, since they did threaten him the night he died and all. But Savino can't be responsible for all the deaths in this town. Instead, the corrupt construction dude had a problem with the ladies… a lot of ladies. Including Nicky's wife. But even that redheaded mistress who nursed Merrick back to health after his run-in with another red herring wasn't responsible since he had yet another mistress. A preacher woman, in fact, and he had big plans to build this woman Amy a big old church and donate all his money to her. But Merrick's real wife, and his business partner D.B. Sweeney, are the guilty ones, as they tag-team strangled him and dumped him in the cement mixer because they couldn't bear parting with all of their money. What a lovely Christmas thought.
Over at the Savoy, Savino has hired adorable little Dixon to come work an undercover gig and find some sort of thief. And he does, while looking even cuter than we'd thought possible in his waiter uniform (a fact that does not go unnoticed by the always awesome Yvonne). In return for his crime-fighting efforts, Savino gives Dixon the key to a sweet suite for the night, and while Dixon waffles for a minute about the ethics of accepting this gift, he opts to take it and throw the holiday party that they aren't allowed to have at the Sheriff's station. And at said party, he and Yvonne have a feisty conversation, which leads us to believe that there might be a little S&M play in their future because Yvonne totally has a dominatrix thing going on and Dixon seems her willing submissive.
In other romantic news, sort of, Rizzo comes to town with Diane Desmond on his arm, and informs Mia they are getting hitched. Meet your slutty new stepmom, honey. Just what you wanted for Christmas. There is a snag with Diane's work permit (international drug charges and all), but those get quickly swept away, and after a helpful tip, Savino realizes that Diane's working as a mole for the FBI and plans to take down his operation. So he tells her to leave, which is kind. But Rizzo finds out and takes the more dramatic approach and pumps her full of drugs in a fake OD situation.
Then there is the ever-complicated relationship with the Lamb brothers. They investigate the Merrick murder, and get shot at by a suspect, but the sparks fly when Ralph catches wind of a potential dating situation between Jack and Mia. Since he put the kibosh on the whole dating a mob bosses' daughter thing before, he thinks Jack should comply, but Jack went out with Mia to a honky-tonk bar and had a lovely time drinking and dancing and would like their relationship to continue. Ralph gets pissy about it, but Jack says that Ralph has long done whatever the hell he has wanted and Jack's been the one forced to clean up the mess. So Ralph acquiesces. Jack goes over to the Savoy, where Mia tries to dump him because her dad hates the Lamb brothers and will probably try and have him killed at some point, but Jack doesn't go that easily and the two have a very merry Christmas. Meanwhile, Katherine shows up at the Sheriff's station with homemade cookies for Ralph, and he has a gift for her… horse shampoo. So they exchange an awkward hug. Looks like Jack got the better end of the deal this time around.
-- Angel Cohn
Elvis's "Blue Christmas" plays while Jack puts the finishing touches on a spit-and-polish job on his truck that's so good he gets jibes from Ralph about it. Ralph can't believe Jack got it looking so good, and Ralph defensively says he just didn't feel like "driving around a garbage can" and asks if that's a crime. Ralph knows when to back off. Well, no, he doesn't, but he backs off regardless.
Over at the Savoy, Christmas music plays while Vincent and Laura stroll the floor in their finery with their two heretofore-unseen daughters. Vincent boasts that he's getting Santa to stay "after hours" so they'll have the whole store to themselves, and Laura, clearly pleased, says he's "spoiling the girls."
On the opposite end of the father spectrum is, of course, Rizzo. Outside, Mia's waiting to spend her first Christmas in years with her psycho father, and she's surprising him with a steak dinner. When he pulls up, he's got his own surprise: Diane Desmond's got a giant engagement ring on her finger. "We're going to be family," she crows, pulling a shocked Mia into an embrace, with Mia's unhappy "OMG!" the kind of reaction that in real life would fool nobody but on television goes unnoticed -- although the Savinos look less than overjoyed at the news either.
So instead of having dinner with his daughter, Rizzo announces basically that he's going to get straight to plowing Diane, but not before instructing Vincent to talk to some contractors about something. Savino bundles his family off in a car and bids Mia goodnight. She stands there, trying not to cry, and then spots Jack across the street. And how much of a drama queen is Jack, standing there draped all over the hood of his shiny truck just WAITING for Mia to notice him? I mean, good god. She smiles and strolls over and he suavely talks about how she wanted him to ask her out when she wasn't at work or whatever and she gets in the truck and Jack is not yet aware she's doing this to get back at Daddy.
At the construction site for the now-in-progress Tumbleweed, a gangster named Nicky is getting up in the face of the contractor, Del Merrick, over delays and blown budgets. Savino is, of course, the voice of reason, but warns Merrick that they don't mind a little padding of the bottom line, but "Pigs get fat and hogs get slaughtered." Merrick is amusingly baffled by the turn of phrase, but he eventually gets the message and tells Savino he had no idea that the double-charging or whatever else was going on, but that it stops now. So everyone's placated and a Merry Christmas to all, except for the Jewish mobster Berman, I guess, who gripes about having to shell out for eight nights of presents.