Turns our O'Connell was really talking about research at the office. Johnny Rizzo is one of her subjects -- he's the money guy and the key to the whole operation. There are other guys mentioned -- I'm sure we'll be reminded when it becomes relevant. Jack's worried about Chicago bringing their racketeering and other crimes down here, and O'Connell's eager to tackle the money-laundering. So it's time for Sheriff Ralph's Homespun Wisdom: "Elephants. You know how you eat 'em? One bite at a time." The metaphor breaks down when you realize that you first have to kill the elephant for that culinary strategy to work.

O'Connell says last time Rizzo was in town, he took out a dealer's eye with a dice rake, and got banned from gambling anywhere in the state. Ralph decides Savino should be reminded of that condition, so we saddle up and head over to the neon lights. But before we get to that, our socially progressive boxer Tommy is wandering down the street under the neon wash, blood streaming down his face, at least until he falls over dead in the street.

Daylight now, and the Lamb brothers are on the crime scene, no eyewitnesses to anything other than Tommy stumbling from the alley. Tommy's distraught teammate Ray Humphries shows up, but when Jack and Ralph are distracted by Dixon's finding of what looks to be the murder weapon, a bloodied pipe, Humphries hauls ass down Freemont and into a diner, where he tackles some suit having breakfast. The Lambs are right behind to pull Ray off, who's yelling, "The son of a bitch killed Tommy!" The Lambs sit Ray down in a booth, where he says the guy is a parasite who's been following the team, trying to sign Tommy, who got into an argument yesterday. "Tommy tuned him up so bad, said he was going to kill him next time he saw him," says Ray. Ralph puts on his best intimidation face and stomps over to the guy, who's a foot taller than Dennis Quaid and a fight promoter named Max Gerety, who says he's allowed to talk to anyone he wants. Ralph is one of those cotton slick suit-wearin' types who don't quiver in the face of his authority, so he tells the guy they're going to sort this out downtown. Frisking the guy, Savino finds Tommy's gold medal.

Ralph decides to stop off at the Savoy to see Savino, who's giving the Chicago visitors the tour of the floor, including the new baccarat table, which makes gamblers feel like they're James Bond or whatever. Along comes Mia, who says hello to her father and basks in the praise of Angelo, who says the first week's skim was perfect. Savino tells her to take some time off to spend with her father, and Rizzo cracks wise about how maybe one day she'll be running the joint.