But Jim goes right for his SPRINT PHONE upon hearing this news, and we cut to the Versailles and Jim telling Not His Lawyer that "the coroner put the time of death at 10:15. At 10:15, I was here at this casino. Tapes will clearly confirm this, as will a manager..." Conveniently, at this moment they stumble across Roswell's resident Evil Ed, Jim marching right up to him and preaching, "We met last night. We discussed this casino's average payout percentage." Evil Ed pretends not to remember the conversation at all, so Jim lays it on: "You offered me a bribe, as I recall." Evil Ed suggests they take this conversation off the gambling floor, and we cut to a barroom that appears to be empty until...augh! It's a gigantic fat woman in a blue sequined gown sipping water and talking to a ventriloquist dummy! I know. It didn't make that much sense to write it, either. It must be Push, Nevada's very own stab at Wildean aestheticism: quirk for quirk's sake. Evil Ed tells the woman to clear out, and within moments the three men are alone. Evil Ed tells them that he wasn't even in the casino or in the state during this alleged attempt at bribery, and Not His Lawyer finally steps in with his badge and announces, "This is all the paper you need." Evil Ed is mesmerized by the badge, and his not-with-the-IRS qualities increase substantially, though Jim doesn't seem to take much note of it. He must really think the Provo office wields more than its share of power.