The next morning, Dixon is sharing none of his father's qualms over accepting free shit from local businesses -- in this case a newsstand -- when his police cruiser is rear-ended by an angry bespectacled Italian in a suit who angrily prods Dixon until he provokes a fistfight. Next thing we know, Nicholas Cota is getting his mugshots taken at the lockup, where he is able to leer at Perrin.
Over in the sheriff's office, Jack is thinking that maybe the safe installer has something to do with the robberies. When they find out the installer, Frank Scarpone, is an Italian and a mob associate (although clearly on this show saying "Italian and a mob associate" is redundant), they go over to see the guy, who's practicing his best Goodfellas/Casino Joe Pesci. One thing leads to another and he's thrown out the front window, so there's a little Axel Foley in there for good measure.
At the station, Scarpone says he doesn't know anything about any murder. "They didn't say nothing about killing anybody," he says, confessing that he sold his client list to a couple guys from Missouri. Threatened with prosecution as part of a criminal enterprise, thanks to an ADA "as smart as she is pretty," according to Jack, Scarpone is able to tell them the thieves drove a white Oldsmobile. He never got their names, but Ralph orders him to write them down on the client list.
Over in Savino's office, Vincent gets off the phone with "Skip" and says he'll take care of it. Hanging up, he tells Red that it turns out the big boss thinks it would be a good idea if they start hitting on soft 17s. Red, pissed off, asks if this is how it's going to be: Mia runs to Daddy, Daddy calls Angelo. After quickly letting everyone know "Andy" is coming down next week to check on them, Savino wants to know where they are on the lockup thing, Red tells him Cota's in, so it should just be a matter of time.
Here's where Dixon's uselessness comes in handy. Faced, for some reason, with the bill for the police cruiser repair work -- which was rear-ended, I might add -- he goes stomping into the jail because he's told that unless the other guy will take responsibility for the accident in writing, the costs will be docked from his pay so it doesn't come out of their budget, or something ludicrous. So he inadvertently manages to thwart Cota from killing Perrin with a shiv hidden in the arm of Cota's glasses while Perrin is alone, mopping up the latrine.
Apparently even Dixon had the good sense to realize something is off about Cota nonchalantly strolling up to Perrin, and later he and his dad escort Cota into Savino's office. "Your boy here got lost, ended up in my jail. But in the spirit of cooperation, we're going to drop the charges," Ralph tells Savino. Once the Lambs have left, Red yells that he's a stupid bastard and Savino throws a cup at him, all "You had one job!" Man, mob performance review sessions are rough. He orders Red to find out how much time let before the feds move Perrin.