Back at the Pie Hole, Olive found herself in a cloud of warm milk and self-pity, steaming up Alfredo's macchiato as he rants a little about his duty to cut the gristle of depression in the human race. Or something. Olive wasn't listening, either: "Can I ask you a question? If you loved me, and we could never, ever, ever touch, wouldn't you eventually get over it and move on, letting someone else have the slightest hope that you might move on to them?" Alfredo smiles a small smile and steels himself with a sniff of coffee. "If I loved you?" he says, as the romantic strains of violins swell in the air, "then I would love you in any way I could. And if we could not touch, then I would draw strength from your beauty; and if I went blind, then I would fill my soul with the sound of your voice, and the contents of your thoughts, until the last spark of my love for you filled the shabby thoughts of my dying mind." Olive, like the rest of the viewing audience, seems to be holding her breath through this beautiful speech from this weird man. In fact, she appears to be thinking of something else (perhaps a sale on 18-Hours down at Macy's?) and answers his outpouring of devotion with an "Eh, never mind." Aw. Come on, Olive.

Outside Burly Bruce's door, the trio prepares for a confrontation. "What if he actually does believe that his doll is a real person?" Chuck muses: "Maybe that is his truth, and it's just different from our truth." Resisting the urge to fashion her hair into a gag to keep her from saying dumb things, Emerson tells Chuck the actual truth: "The truth ain't like puppies, running around where you pick your favorite. One truth. And it has come a-knockin'." With that, Emerson gets a-knockin' on Bruce's door, causing Ned new spasms of nerves, which perhaps this time are justified, because Burly Bruce lives up to his name pretty well. And, he says, friggin' Tina's just trying to frame him for her own crime. She came in screaming about Tony cheating on her and strangled him. The evidence, he says, backs him up. "Yeah," Emerson drones, "on that subject..." but he is interrupted with a hand-check from Chuck. She tell Burly Bruce that she has no doubt he could make mincemeat out of all of them if he needed to replenish his mincemeat supply, but the feminine touches of his life indicate that perhaps he would be unlikely to do this. "Maybe I got a girlfriend," he shoots back. "You ever think of that? And Sheila's got nuttin' to do with this." Emerson tries again: "About Sheila..." but he is once again cut off, this time by Ned asking whether Sheila witnessed the murder of friggin' Tony. Under the sweet persistence of Chuck, Bruce breaks down: "It was my fault! I never should have put her in that situation!" Yeah...about the situation.... Emerson reports some alternative crime details to the cops, friggin' Tina is released, and Bruce goes to jail to await his trial. Sheila, the doll, is also detained. In a body bag.