At the Montecito bar, Frank's ordering a triple Red Bull and vodka, like, just hook the defibrillator up now, and he tries to order one for Mike as well, but Mike declines, saying that if he goes home now he may be able to catch a few hours of sleep. Frank doesn't want him to leave, and Mike says, dude, I know I'm your good luck charm, but I'm EXHAUSTED, so Frank lays on some sob story, complete with tears, about his wife dying a couple of years ago, and he's on disability, and the bank's going to take his house. Mike apprises him coolly. "Frank, that's the worst lie I ever heard." Frank stops crying instantly. Heh. He says he's desperate, and Mike says he's done. Then the extra-special gum-cam shows Frank peeling the gum off the bottom of his shoe, as if it's even still there, and sticking it on the underside of the table, like, what are you, SIX YEARS OLD? Frank tries one last time, offering up some speech about how he knows that his run of luck isn't going to last forever, but when it ends, he doesn't want it to be at the bar. He wants to go out in a blaze of glory, or at least in a blaze of doubling-down, at the tables. Mike agrees, because he is apparently an idiot.