Outside, Dixon's all, "Wow, close one -- hey, dad?" Ralph says he should have known better than to put Cota in the prison with Perrin. Dixon weakly says he stopped it, though, "Putting out a fire you started ain't something to brag about," says Ralph. I like that. Jack rolls up to let them know that the APB has turned up a white Oldsmobile with Missouri plates, and they roll up to find it parked outside the home of another of Scarpone's clients.
Ralph orders Dixon to stay outside. He's indignant, claiming he's a better shot than his dad. "These are killers, not cans on a fence," says Ralph.
He and Jack quietly make their way through the house, finding the family trussed up, and then getting themselves shot out. Jack handles one of the thieves with the butt of his gun while Ralph chases the other one into the backyard, where he gets ambushed and would have gotten shot were it not for Dixon suddenly appearing to shoot the thief in the back. Fortunately, there's a swimming pool right there, meaning the thief gets to keel over and we get a cool billowing red cloud of blood in the water.
Man, can we wrap up the boring St. Louis safe thieves story? Now O'Connell and Reynolds are arguing about how much press coverage to try to wrangle. O'Connell wants to get the message out that you don't mess with Vegas, while Reynolds wants to keep it under wraps, since "Middle America" doesn't need to know about this, lest they take their money to Disneyland instead. Yeah, if people ever thought there were shady characters in Vegas, they'd never come!
Ralph attempts to share a war story with his son, but Dixon cuts him off since he's completely OK with killing a dude, it seems. Then Ralph sees the pictures of Wes Sutcliffe's bound wrists and immediately says the city slicker from St. Louis could never have tied such a good bowline hitch -- and the family they just untied wasn't tied up with bowline hitches -- so the Missouri guys didn't do the murders. "Whoever did wanted to make it look like the robberies to throw us off," says Jack.
But who, then? Nobody knows about the robberies... except for somebody they've already met, says Ralph: one Ted Ermin, who came in on a drunk and disorderly a couple of months ago. So... before the Lambs were sheriffs? I'm confused. At any rate, this guy turns out to have dated Wes Sutcliffe's girlfriend for a while. Rickers also knows Ted and told Ted about the crimes and... anyway, Ted did it, OK? Ted did it. He was jealous of his girlfriend moving on to Wes. Ted gets to rant along the lines of the series' well-established theme of the morally bankrupt world of casinos butting up against the good honest values of hard-workin' cowboy folks ("Used to be the best cowboy got the girl. Now it's the man who gets the most tips. It ain't right," he says, wah wah), but we're going to keep covering this ground, I imagine, so the girlfriend's line about the thousand-foot neon wave ready to crush good honest folks or whatever comes off kinda corny. Whatever, hooray for the Lambs! And Ralph sees to it that Wes's money goes towards what's-her-name getting the ranch back. He manages not to offer her a job, though.