Jack and Ralph visit the poker game that Bill Rickers is currently playing in -- hey, it's in the kitchen at the Savoy! -- and he pays not very much attention to their request to talk, at least until they chuck him off his stool and throw him up against a wall. Their accusation that he killed Wes doesn't work, and they notice he's got rope burns too. He confesses that he and his wife were beaten and robbed by the same guys who killed Wes and they threatened to kill him if he told anyone. He says they were after his safe where he keeps more than $40,000. It's cash he keeps on hand for his poker games and he didn't want to report it missing, knowing he'd get busted for tax evasion. Ralph points out that whoever robbed him was likely counting on that.
Rickers' alibi checks out, and then Savino strolls in, all pretend-friendly, while the Lamb boys try to make their exit. Savino asks to speak to Ralph and says they got off to a rocky start. "I believe in the spirit of cooperation. No reason why we can't work together. Just next time you have a problem, keep your business outside my house," says Savino. Good job smoothing over that rocky start! Ralph says they have a deal, and pulls out the poker chips from his pocket. "As long as you keep yours out of mine," he says, and dumps them in Savino's hat, saying Sheriff Clive won't be needing them anymore. Well, no. I mean, he is dead.
Back to Wes Sutcliffe's place, where they find a safe hidden behind the hi-fi records, and they ask his girlfriend why she never said anything about it. Wes made her promise not to, she says. Unlike the weaselly Bill Rickers, though, Wes's money -- made through tips from high rollers -- was going towards getting her ranch back. "He was a good man," she says, before turning to gaze at the blood stains on the floor. Good man or no, take a mop to that shit, damn.