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.
The disappearance of the maid has DA Reynolds fake-reluctantly deciding to take the Perrin case to trial, while O'Connell is pushing for them to try to get some mob information out of him. "Bird in the hand, Katherine," he advises, and then does his best not to look too crooked, when he gets worried upon noticing that Perrin is meeting with a federal prosecutor.
Mia strolls around the casino floor, taking everything in, observing a blackjack dealer standing on a soft 17 and paying out the table. So she goes to Savino's office and tells him that the house rule should be that the dealer can hit on soft 17s instead of being forced to stand. "It makes them feel like they have an advantage," says Savino and she says that's because they do, but if dealers can hit on soft 17s, they can increase their profits by 0.183 per cent. "Small on paper, but it adds up to millions, which would all go in our pockets," she says. He says he appreciates her initiative, but it won't work. Before he can get into any reasons why, his lawyer is on the phone, and she smiles and shows herself out, passing Red coming into the office with Savino getting off the phone after just asking, "How long?" Red wants to know what Mia wanted and Savino says it doesn't matter, because Reynolds was just on the phone, saying the feds are claiming jurisdiction -- the body having been found on federal land -- and are offering Perrin a deal. "He's still in lockup. Let me take a crack at him," says Red. Savino tells him to make it quick: "I'm just going to stand here and stare at my symbolic shark in the aquarium."