Simon sips his drink (sadly, it is not a glass of shut-up juice) and suggests that it's time to bring an end to this subplot: the last hand will be winner-take-all. He concludes, "If you win, we'll go public. But, of course, I'll win and you'll keep your mouth shut." Lloyd sighs and looks down at the table unhappily, then spits out, "Fine." Simon pushes his whacking great lot of poker chips into the middle of the table, and Lloyd tosses his few chips out. Simon then says, "As a physicist, you're a genius. But you were never very good at concealing your tells." He flips over his cards: king of diamonds and king of spades. The dealer duly notes, "Four of a kind for Mr. Campus." Lloyd looks drained -- understandable for someone who's spent the last few weeks surviving on hospital food -- then flips over a nine of hearts and a six of hearts. The camera swoops back to Lloyd's face. He looks tired, but also smugly vindicated. Cut to Simon, who looks gobsmacked. The dealer helpfully clarifies: "Straight flush. Pot and game to Mr. Simcoe. Congratulations." Lloyd stands up and tells the dealer to keep the chips: "Call it a tip. I got what I came for." And honestly, I am now wildly curious as to what kind of health insurance Dylan had, because if Lloyd doesn't need that money to cover the deductibles on that kid's hospital stay and procedures ... Anyway, the camera cuts away before we can see the blackjack dealer cartwheeling around the card room in joy, and instead, it's Simon sprinting to catch up with Lloyd, as Lloyd has places to go and people to tell about his role in the blackout. He demands, "How did you beat me?" Lloyd sighs and replies, "Did I tell you Dylan really loves magic?" An ace pops out of his sleeve. Lloyd continues, "Sleight of hand's his favorite." HAAAA. I am really amused that Lloyd cheated! And I bet Simon never imagined it, what with Lloyd playing the part of the gotta-be-honest doctor with a conscience. Lloyd rubs it in some more with, "There are some things even I won't leave to chance. That being said, I'll let you have the first pass at drafting the announcement." Lloyd then pats Simon's cheek -- which does not dislodge Simon's glower in the slightest -- and saunters off. Simon stands there; the thought bubble above his head probably reads: "To Do: 1. Embed Lloyd-targeted insults in the statement. 2. Solve the physics equation that will let me set people on fire with my glare. 3. Take a long, hard look at that cheating cheater who cheated."