Plots, in ascending order of importance: Dixon, as usual, is led around by his penis, so I think at some point I have to refer to him as "Dick's In." A movie star and her odious producer are in Vegas shooting a movie, with the skeevy producer (you may remember him from The Wire) wanting Tommy Stone to ensure no one messes with her. Tommy, apparently a moron, hires Dixon to be her bodyguard, and he winds up seemingly smitten, and therefore shaken when he realizes she's canoodling with the much older, much uglier, much balder producer. Hollywood's heartless, Dixon.
The murder of the week is a diet Amway-like-product salesman who has two wives, one of whom is Hungarian and has a brother who discovers salesman's bigamy and shakes him down, but the killer turns out to be the head of the Amway-like company since the salesman discovered the entire operation is one big pyramid scheme, played by someone who is on The Big Bang Theory but to me will always be the teacher who sleeps with Tracey Flick in Election (and the phony tennis pro who offers his wife to Jerry Seinfeld).
Now for what everyone cares about: Jack trying to keep his girlfriend, his brother and now the FBI from knowing that he shot Rizzo. It's getting increasingly tougher, since Washington — on Kennedy's behest — has sent a Special Agent Byrne to town to set up a field office in Vegas. Byrne stops by to make his presence known to Savino. The FBI is making things difficult for our favorite casino manager, intercepting the skim — and since it's now twice what it was, this is twice the headache for Savino. He tries to enlist the help of Jack to keep the FBI and his brother distracted with a false tip about the next time the skim's going out, so Savino can get it out a different way. It's a plan that's doomed to failure, since the FBI agent would have to be a complete moron to accept a tip from the guy sleeping with the woman WHOSE JOB IT IS TO COLLECT THE SKIM IN THE FIRST PLACE.
So yes, Ralph and the FBI agent don't fall for the distraction, but Savino's pissed and threatens to tell Mia about how her father actually died. Jack launches a preemptive strike and tells her himself first. I've never told a girlfriend that I killed her father in self-defense, but I do hope it would go a little bit better for me than it does for Jack. A disconsolate Mia kicks him out.
He heads over to the sheriff's office, where Ralph is waiting for him and ready with a bottle of booze. Ralph has figured it out, having noticed that a third print on Rizzo's gun has a telltale scar like the one his baby brother suffered in a spurs-related injury. Jack comes clean — it looks like he would have anyway — and Ralph burns the fake fingerprint card Jack submitted, saying they're going to get him out of this.
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Oh, here we go with the man-with-guilty-conscience-tries-wash-away-his-sins-in-the-shower routine. Jack is finding that the guilt isn't coming off, no mater how long the shower or how hot the water. Also, the scars from the cattle prod are still there. Is he keeping his shirt on when he has sex with Mia? It's an important question. Then, naturally, he gets out of the shower to stare at himself in the mirror for an hour or so.
When he finally surfaces, Mia makes fun of him for taking longer than a girl, but he's not laughing. He doesn't want her to go back to work at the Savoy, but she says if Vincent was involved with her father's death, she needs to know: "He may not have been the greatest man, but he was my father." Jack wants her to leave the investigating to him, but she says he can do things his way and she'll do them hers.
And there's a new murder to investigate, too: A man shot in the forehead whilst sitting in his car on the outskirts. The Lambs are on the scene, with Ralph confidently declaring the dead man knew the shooter, pointing to the fact that there was a car parked behind the victim's, and the driver's window (er, sorry, "winda," as per Ralph) was rolled down. The watch, wallet and wedding ring were all left, so it wasn't a robbery, either. The wallet IDs him as Robert Latimer (side note: That's also the name of a Canadian man who killed his teenage daughter with carbon monoxide poisoning to end her pain with cerebral palsy. Famous case, sparked national debates on euthanasia. Just made me wonder how many Canadians watching had the same surprised reaction I did.). He's got a series of numbers in his wallet and a trunkful of Fairline "diet shakes." Dixon tries one and spits it out. Serves him right for drinking the evidence, as Ralph points out.
At the Savoy, Vincent packs up the skim and hands it off to Cota, reminding him to make sure everyone is extra-careful, which can only mean something's going to go wrong. Sure enough, after a handoff of the suitcase in a cab from a younger woman to an older woman, it's intercepted by FBI agents as the sweet old lady tries to stow it in the overhead compartment on an airplane, all while we listen to Savoy entertainment crooning about pennies from heaven.
There's a guy in the suit watching the show at the Savoy, and Savino -- apparently a terrible judge of people -- sidles up and says the guy looks like a man who knows his way around a card table. The man introduces himself as "Byrne" and after explaining he's from Washington and likes "watching money" he has to explicitly say he's from the FBI for Savino to clue in. Byrne tells him they've seized the skim and Grandma's in lock up (you'd think Savino already knew that). He warns Savino that no money is going to make it back to the bosses in Chicago, which ought to make things difficult for him, and strolls out, complimenting him on how good the casino looks. "Shame it can't last forever," he says. And maybe Savino doesn't know who the guy is, but he's a well-known Canadian actor, especially out here in Newfoundland, where he was born and raised.