Cut to the maid and her family being escorted out of their motel by Savino's men, under the impression that they've won a trip to Cleveland, which I'm sure is nice and all, but they seem a little too thrilled about that. Good god, there are kids with them. Please don't kill them.

Jack and Dixon are over at the House of Cards asking about the dead man, who was apparently loved by all, winners and losers alike. Made a guest feel like he was rooting for them. Dixon manages to find out that Wes Sutcliffe wasn't a complete Boy Scout, and took part in a regular weekly backroom poker game, where he recently won big. So the working theory is that maybe someone who got beat bad figured he'd even the score his own way.

Man, they move fast! O'Connell is now telling Jack and Ralph that none of Sutcliffe's poker buddies are crooks, but one of them, Bill Rickers, was recently brought in on suspicion of domestic abuse after his wife was beaten. She refused to press charges, saying she fell down the stairs. In the evidence photos, there are rope burns around her wrists, and hey, wasn't Sutcliffe tied up?

Speaking of moving fast, Savino and Red are strolling through the Savoy and talking about the duties of the count-room manager that Chicago has already sent a replacement for. And Savino has no idea who it is, for some reason, but knows that he's arriving in the car that's pulling up outside, and then the music changes, all "Whaaaaa--???" when out steps a lady. A young woman, actually. Mia is her name -- Savino knows her and is quite surprised.

Strolling through the casino, we find out that she's the daughter of a friend of his, and he hasn't seen her since she was 16, and he won five-large off her old man on a Bears-Packers game. He says he's surprised to see her in the business, but she says her dad wanted a son and raised her as one, and after college he sent her to learn the trade, and she's been running count-rooms for the last three years, so Chicago thought she'd be a good fit down here. If she's not boning Dixon by around episode six, I don't know what's what. She's adorable.

Naturally, she's all business in the count-room, informing the crew that she needs to know everything that's coming in so she knows what's going back to Chicago. Taking note of the large scale, she announces that she weighs herself every morning, and steps on -- the scale goes to a hundred pounds, sixteen under what she actually weighs, meaning it's fourteen per cent under, as opposed to the ten per cent they use to determine the skim. So someone's been skimming the skim. Wait, they do that by weight? All right. She says she's sure Savino would have discovered that on his own eventually. "Welcome aboard," he says, smiling happily.