 Tuesday at 10, when Munse's crooked brother-in-law starts dealing the cards, Munse smells a rat. Rudy, I can't take another day of my goddamn brother-in-law. I'm afraid the phone's gonna ring and it's gonna cost me a fortune. That guy is a lot of fun. How can you say that? He took $4,500 from you last night in a poker game. I know. Why can't you be fun like him? This never would have happened if my dead wife hadn't caught me with the hooker. That's still better than being caught with a dead hooker. Hello? Ed, you gotta help me. These mobsters kidnapped me. I've ripped off their drug money. I need half a million dollars by tonight. Are they gonna nail me to a billboard? Which one? They haven't decided yet. Maybe the one by the expressway. Ed, you're the only one who can help me. Don't you have money? Ed, I need that money from my startup company! Goodbye, Clay. What's going on? Clay's being held hostage by mobsters. He needs half a million dollars. You have that much buried in your backyard. Ixnay unni-unni-may in my ackyard bay. Oh, right. That's your shakedown money. Not in the office. He's not getting that money. I earned that shakedown money, honestly. Hey, I don't blame you, pal. I'd help you out, but Clay won my life savings playing suspicious card games. I'll see you later, Rudy. I need some air. Where you going? I'm going to park near the expressway billboard. I don't want to throw his stuff away until I'm sure he's dead. Hey, everybody! Munch is gonna let his brother-in-law be killed by mobsters! Munch! Ah, come on, guys. Who cares about your brother-in-law? Detective Eddie Montz. He's a decent man, compared to filth. Tuesday at 10.