Ralph and Jack show up at the sports book, which is deserted, apart from the deputy's hat. Soon enough, a couple of gunmen appear, holding the deputy and the owner hostage. Guns are drawn, and the gunmen (one of whom spends time as Walter White Jr. on Breaking Bad) drag the owner into the back while giving up the deputy (but not before whacking him in the back of the head with a gun).

In the back, things rapidly deteriorate as the non-Walter White guy, named Nathan, douses the owner with booze and lights a match, much to his (and Walter White Jr.'s) horror. "Don't act like you don't deserve this," says Nathan, and he sets the guy alight. Yeah, quit being a baby and take your immolation like a man!

The gunmen hightail it out of there (Walter White Jr. limping slightly) just before the Lambs rush in, Ralph using a fire extinguisher to put Monty out and Jack chasing the bad guys. Despite the fact the gunmen had only a few seconds' head start (and one of them limped), Jack loses them almost immediately.

Night. Dirt road. Ralph still unconscious in back of car, but coming to. Then he's chloroformed and dragged somewhere.

Thirty-six hours earlier! At the sheriff's office, Jack has found the criminal record of Nathan Auster, who did time in the Nevada State Pen for a liquor store robbery and recently got out. But the investigation comes to a halt when Jack's girlfriend shows up -- Jack acting ridiculously over-formal towards her, prompting eye-rolling in absolutely everyone -- to give them the heads-up about Hal Whitford because if Whitford's cheating she's worried that someone from the casino might be helping him. So it's another inside job, is it? And then Jack tries to flirt with her and strikes out big time.