Gritty, gritty street scenes unfold like so much laundry: A bus, a man in a wheelchair, the station house. Ricky and Sip are talking to Cousin Ana. They tell her Frank has a good alibi, and does she think Luciano killed his wife. She's not talking. Ricky and Sip say they can take her reticence in a certain way and she says they can take it like that. Whatever.
Luciano thinks it was Frank. It wasn't, say Ricky and Sip. "Eef no Frank, who?" Sip says, "I dunno. Who would benefit from the will?" Luciano says, "Must be me. Aah! Please, I need to crap." Please, take this page of the script to wipe your ass with, Luciano.
Bathroom. Ally comes out of a stall, sees Ricky, Sip and Luciano, and runs back in to flush herself down the toilet. Fish uses his remote and the flush is successful. John just keeps peeing at the urinal. Luciano says, "When I got to crap, my brain goes away." Oh, boy. Luciano goes in a stall and Sip stage-whispers to Ricky, "This guy is as about as Italian as Chef Boy Ar Dee, and I'm about to do something about it." Wait -- The Chef is NOT Italian? Next thing you're going to tell me Velveeta isn't real cheese! John runs out of the bathroom. Sip goes, "The next time you hear that guy talk, it won't be in an Italian accent, and you can take that to the bank." Ricky leaves.
A hotsy-totsy Italian babe introduces herself to Ricky. She's Theresa the maid. She's Luciano's alibi. He was with her when the wife was murdered.
Sip KICKS the door with all his strength. Luciano lets loose with a torrent of -- eww, not that -- curses. In Italian. Out in the office Theresa says, "That's Luciano! Are they beating heem?"
Medavoy comes out of the next stall in a hurry and runs to the sink. Sip says, as sheepishly as he can, "When this guy is done, will you bring him out?" Medavoy says, "Sure, anything for you." Because it's all about Sip!
Sip meets the dishy Theresa, Luciano's alibi. Hello, baby. She stammers, "He was weeth me, protecting my reputation." No, when he was with you that was the OPPOSITE of protecting your reputation. Him LYING was protecting your reputation. Stupid furriners. And, "He knows notheeng about Mary." I hated that movie. She leaves and Ricky suggests that take this new tidbit to Ana. Sip groans, "This is a quagmire." John, reading my mind, makes a perfectly blank "I-don't-care" face. You expressed it, man.