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No, not yet. Maybe soon. Never mind about that.

So if Russo's car was outside House of Games...

- What's the next big town upriver? - Sierra Vista.

VAN PELT: This is the only arcade in town.

So either the local cops were in business with Eddie...

What's he doing?

...who they might hire to do something like this.

People can't resist contacting someone back home, from their old life.

Somebody's watching us from the upstairs window.

Wow, they look good.

- His wife? - Yeah.

Perfect. Hand me one of those sticks. We'll get started.

I know a guy in San Berdoo has a CI with them.

Let us in. We'd like to speak with you.

- That she set him up for the mob? - Looks that way.

That's all right. We weren't scared.

You played golf with Sonny Battaglia?

- Ah, let's have some cake. - Okay.

He gets to deal drugs, and you look the other way...

Oh, he's here. Faster than I thought.

...with the coyotes and the tumbleweeds and the bad red sauce.

[CAR DOOR SLAMS]

- No. We didn't. - No.

She's at County General. They're pumping her stomach now.

But we do have reason to believe that somebody's life is in danger, right?

...five, six... JANE: Didrikson used to work for the Mob.

- What did they say? - No. Heh, heh.

Oh, I thought you meant Palm Desert wasn't in California.

I don't like cops.

Looking out for number one.

We wanna know who picked up Russo.

Eddie Russo's dead.

You think you have an outlaw charm about you, and you do.

- So we shouldn't trust you really. - Yeah. No, you should.

So tell me, uh, how was it done? How did they do it to him?

It's a gift certificate for a spa treatment.