Savino runs into Sheriff Lamb and makes a pretty good joke about getting him a room, since he spends so much time in the place. Lamb tells him Rizzo needs to get him on the next plane out of here. Savino says Rizzo's allowed to be here, he's just not allowed to gamble. Lamb's all, "I know what I said," and takes off.
Time to interrogate the fight promoter, who says Tommy sold him the gold medal for $211, all that was in Max's wallet, and said he was desperate for cash and a drug addict to boot; he saw needles in Tommy's bag so he threatened to expose him if Tommy didn't sign.
At the front desk of the sheriff's office, Yvonne is excitedly reading of Lamb's exploits in the newspaper. "I never knew you lassoed a purse-snatcher!" Jack says the reporter made Ralph out to be the pope. Now there's a man with a hat-size Ralph can respect.
Over at the Savoy, Rizzo's having lunch with Mia and telling her again what a good job she's doing, and how she's not getting paid enough. Then he uses a milk metaphor to tell Mia she should skim a little bit more just for the two of them to split, but before Mia can respond, Savino shows up break the news that Rizzo's not allowed to gamble.
Rizzo takes it about as well as you can imagine, but Savino's no dummy and has already set up a private casino in a private suite with Rizzo's very own tables and dealers (and hookers, I presume).
Rizzo might be crazy, but he's not an idiot. He knows the gaming commission can yank their license and he seems pleased with the personal casino anyway. That's when Savino starts bending his ear about his restaurant plan, but there's more: Dress shops, golf course, even an arena, much to Rizzo's shock. Savino points to how many people will be at the fight tonight, and how many gamblers will just walk to the nearest casino rather than wait in the long lines for cabs.
He's barely into his business proposal when Rizzo interrupts to say the old man doesn't want to pay for a restaurant, let alone a casino, so Savino appeals to Rizzo's vanity by praising his unconventional thinking: sending his daughter to college and training her for the business, not to mention seeing the potential for Vegas in the first place back in the forties. Rizzo, happy to get a fucking dry martini at last, says he'll talk to the boss.