01x08 - Bitter Sweets

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Previously on Pushing Daisies: Young Ned had a special gift.

He could touch dead things and bring them back to life.

But he could only bring the dead back to life for one minute.

Any longer, and someone else had to die.

And there was one more thing he had to learn: First touch, life.

Second touch, dead again forever.

But as Ned grew into the Pie-Maker, this gift proved to be most useful in the death of his childhood sweetheart, Charlotte Charles.

Are you in love with her?

- You only got a minute.

- I know.

What if you didn't have to be dead?

- Can't touch me.

- Kiss is out of the question?

Touch m*rder victims, ask who k*lled them.

You touch them again, they go back to being dead, you collect the reward?

That's it in a nutshell.

Might I make an observation?

Compliment or criticism?

A neutral thought is neither complimentary nor critical.

Neutral thought gives me pause.

- You seem unhappy.

- What are you b*ating at?

An offer to repair your espresso machine.

The motto of the Longborough School for Boys was: "Institutum superia omnibus" or "Tradition over all.

" But on this morning, whether it was the topic of flight or the brandy in the teachers ' parlor Mr.

Galt threw tradition to the wind and let the students choose their own lab partners.

Young Ned, however, found his chosen for him.

Eugene Mulchandani was an exchange student from Gorakhpur, India.

Young Ned felt a gnawing pity growing in his stomach as was tradition.

But beneath Eugene's headgear thrived an active imagination and a useful gift for aeronautical model building as well as the hope that someone might not dislike him for the simple fact that he was different.

Young Ned found himself breaking with his own tradition and, in a moment of passion he fought back.

For the first time since his father dropped him off young Ned made a friend.

In the surge of emotion he forgot his mother had d*ed, his father had left him and that he missed the girl named Chuck.

He also forgot he was jumping into a pile of dead leaves that were once alive.

Eugene Mulchandani fled in a flurry of saliva and fear.

Eugene would eventually forget young Ned's mistake and chalk it up to magic leaves.

But young Ned would never forget that happiness born of passion is always short-lived.

Yet, through no fault of his own he had once again stumbled into happiness.

Good morning.

Which terrified him.

Morning.

Guess what day it is today.

World Hello Day.

Oh, you've finally put up my calendar of obscure holidays.

Yes, and hola.

That's Española.

That's Turkish, Indonesian, Cherokee.

The Indonesian says "good day" which is better than "hello" because what does that say?

"I'm here, your turn to talk.

" Kind of selfish.

- What?

- Nothing.

The Pie-Maker wished to express to Chuck exactly how intense his feelings were for her.

Am I your boyfriend?

I realize boyfriend and girlfriend are familiar, trite labels.

If convention was soaked in, boyfriend would be dripping but we've never said it, not that we need to define the relationship but it may be helpful in a familiar, trite way.

The way on a holiday created to sell greeting cards it's still nice to get a card.

And are you gonna cut me off with a "yes" soon?

Yes.

You never said what today is.

Thank you.

Today is my daddy's birthday.

You know he would have been 60 today if he were alive?

The mention of Chuck's father sent the Pie-Maker's thoughts spinning.

Whoa.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

The meaning of "nothing" was: "I never told you that I inadvertently k*lled your father.

" Olive Snook had told the Pie-Maker she was happy for his happiness with the girl named Chuck.

But upon hearing the word "boyfriend" she unexpectedly found her sadness spinning into anger.

It was a truth she could not yet stare in the face.

Olive?

Huh?

- Where are all the customers?

- You got me.

I am a customer.

Her dizzy heart missed another truth staring her in the face.

Fredo.

Alfredo, when did you come in?

Before, when you opened the door, I asked how you were, you said fine.

And I asked for a macchiato and you said, "Coming right up.

" - I guess you'll still want that.

- Yes, please.

Oh Oh! - This case is easy money.

You told me that already.

It's my fault Chuck's father is dead.

You told me that already.

I should just tell her.

Well, that idea might make a stupid idea feel better about itself.

- I can't keep lying to her.

- You ain't lying.

Only way you're lying is if she asked the question: "Did you k*ll my father when you brought your mother back which I didn't know because you never told me?

" Don't tell her.

Have you guys heard?

The most amazing new candy store is opening across the street.

It's amazing.

Who are you?

Just some guy telling everybody it's so amazing.

Seriously, you gotta check this out.

- Do you work for the candy store?

- No, I'm just some guy.

- Some guy?

- Yeah, some guy who sure loves candy.

Be sure to tell everyone you know.

See you.

Now, see, this is how it all ends.

Some guy comes in saying stuff that don't make sense.

By the time your head realizes: "This guy don't make sense," your guts are all over the window.

Here.

So did Ned tell you he's my boyfriend?

Heh-heh-heh.

Yeah.

You two are gonna love this case.

The facts were these: One Tony DiNapoli 26 years, nine weeks, two hours, and 10 minutes old was found strangled to death in his friend's apartment.

His girlfriend, Tina Arangino, was arrested at the scene for the m*rder the police described as a typical crime of passion.

I freaking love Tony.

You gotta help me, Emerson Cod, I didn't do it.

With the evidence stacked against her Tina Arangino hired Emerson Cod.

- How you doing?

- Do you know how you're doing?

- I'm dead, right?

- Your girlfriend m*rder you?

No.

Me and Tina were mad for each other.

She frigging loved me.

It was "Burly" Bruce Carter who strangled me.

This "Burly" Bruce, did he have congenitally dainty hands?

Those marks were made by a petite female with rounded, French-tipped nails.

He used his girlfriend's hands to k*ll me.

- I don't know what to do with that.

- His girlfriend's a doll.

Not like you're a doll, but she's a "doll" doll, like life-sized and plastic.

- She's not real?

- Don't tell Bruce that.

That was my mistake.

Bruce invited me and Tina over for a double date.

I got to Bruce's place before Tina did.

When he showed me the doll and said it was his girlfriend, I let him have it.

Then he kind of flipped out.

You're saying the m*rder w*apon was a life-sized doll?

That's what I'm saying.

Got a number, sweetie?

Do you mind?

What about frigging Tina?

- I'm dead, ain't I?

- No.

- Now you're dead.

- Oh, my gosh.

That was a crime of passion.

What?

It was a minute.

I'm having a hard day.

Olive found herself in a cloud of steamed milk and self-pity.

Unaware of the warm breath blowing out of the mouth of Alfredo Aldarisio.

A traveling salesman isn't such a thing if he does not travel.

As any non-traditional remedy salesman knows resistance to the novel is marbled through this country like gristle.

If I'm not cutting that gristle, I'm not doing my job.

Were you talking?

I have to go back on the road soon.

It may be a long time before I return.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Of course.

- Lf you loved me - Yes.

and we could never, ever touch wouldn't you get over it, move on letting someone else have hope that you'd move on to them?

- Lf I loved you.

- Yeah.

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 contents of your thoughts until the last spark of my love for you lit the shabby darkness of my dying mind.

Ah, forget it.

Mr.

Carter?

Mr.

Bruce Carter?

What if he does believe his doll is a real person?

Maybe that is his truth, different from our truth.

The truth ain't like puppies, a bunch running around, pick your favorite.

One truth, and it has come a-knocking.

But let's say he's got his truth and he's attached to it.

Marry that with a short fuse and a violent temper, and what you get is What do you want?

That crazy broad Tina trying to pin this on me?

Because she came in screaming.

Said Tony had been fooling around, then she leapt on him like a cat.

Was over before it started, the evidence backs me up.

- On that subject - Mr.

Carter, you are a big, tough guy and you could make mincemeat out of us if you needed more but the shoes and the daffodils and the smell of garlic pasta coming from the kitchen.

Maybe I got a girlfriend.

That so hard to believe?

And Sheila's got nothing to do with this.

Yeah, when you say Sheila?

Did Sheila witness the m*rder of Tony DiNapoli?

I'm done talking.

Youse need to leave now.

If she saw or did something, we understand.

You're trying to protect her because you love her.

It wasn't Sheila's fault, okay?

- It was mine.

- Ohh.

Take me.

I never should have put her in that situation.

Okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

- You just let it out.

Sheila! Sheila, baby! You can come out.

The jig's up.

It's okay.

- Shh, shh, shh.

- She's probably too scared.

Mm-hm.

The information Emerson Cod gave the police led to further investigation of Tony DiNapoli's real m*rder due to unreal circumstances.

Tina Arangino was released.

"Burly" Bruce Carter was detained by local authorities awaiting his trial.

Sheila! I love you! Sheila, the doll, was also detained.

Olive, having been detained by her own angry thoughts for long enough had escaped to sample something sweet.

- Welcome.

Bitter much?

- I'm sorry?

Sweets taste sweeter with a bite of the bitter.

Welcome to Balsam's Bittersweets Taffy and Sweets Emporium.

- Bitter much?

- Yes, actually.

Bitter very much.

Aren't you "some guy"?

You're a Pie-Holer.

Billy Balsam, co-owner.

Hi.

Thought we should bring pie, that's what neighbors do.

So sweet, you are so sweet.

A girl could get a cavity standing next to you.

Dilly, there's some other small-business owners from across the street.

Who's Dilly?

- Bitter much?

Pie-Holers, I'd like you to meet my sister and the Queen of Candy, Dilly Balsam.

- A pleasure to meet you.

Dilly Balsam.

- Hi.

Hi, I'm Ned.

He's the Lord of the Pies.

Oh, of course.

The little pie place with the quaint crust roof.

I do hope Billy apologized for all this commotion today.

If by apologize, you mean he pretended to be somebody he's not so he could lure us.

I think it's nice to have excitement in the neighborhood.

I'm so glad you see it that way.

Do you like excitement, pie man?

The Pie-Maker did not like excitement but he knew to be polite to a new neighbor.

Excitement is so much better than a lot of things.

- Do you know what I find exciting?

- Huh?

Competition.

I hope you're not afraid of a little competition.

I don't really see us as competitors.

Is what's in the box the smell I'm smelling?

Are you smelling Georgia-peach cobbler?

- That's it.

- Then I'm the guilty Georgia peach.

From the Pie Hole, across the street.

As in "shut your" but one sweet whiff, and people usually wanna "open their.

" That sounds delicious.

Let's go.

- Oh, um - Bye.

Uh I'm sorry.

- This is for you.

Happy grand opening.

Hmm.

That was interesting.

I admire your s-s-s-strategy.

- Strategy?

- Sorry, my sister stutters when upset.

Why is she upset?

Why are you upset?

Pretty nervy bringing your p-pie up in all my business, stealing my c-c-customers.

I think this is a misunderstanding.

If you want a w-w*r, that's what you'll get.

A w*r?

No.

A w*r is what we don't want.

We just came by to say h-hello.

Are you making f-f-fun of me?

Oh, she's eaking-out-fray.

- What?

- Freaking out.

You haven't seen anything.

- Ame-on-g-g-gay.

- What?

- Game on.

- Game on.

- Game on?

- Game on.

Now, get out.

- Oh.

Oh.

Out.

That should shake them up.

I liked the stuttering.

It was off-putting and odd.

Amateurs.

We'll have them out of business in a week.

Still think it's coincidence?

I don't think someone purposely damaged our sign to read, "Pie Ho.

" That crazy candy lady threatened us.

They're trying to steal our business.

We've had one customer today.

We can't sit here and do nothing.

Yes, we can.

Candy might be sweet, but it's a carnival blowing through town.

Pie is home.

People always come home.

Come on Digby, let's bake some pies.

- Why won't he do anything about this?

I don't know.

He's been strange since yesterday.

Does he seem distant to you?

Like to discuss his fear of intimacy, dark moods, that thing when he's lying?

I can be a very good resource on Ned.

If you don't mind me clawing your eyeballs while we talk.

- Really?

- Why do you want me to care?

Because you really like him.

Wouldn't it just rock, if liking someone meant they like you back?

That would be a different universe and something else would suck.

Refill?

This isn't really my shade of lipstick.

- I am going to cite you for it.

- Sight all you want, sweetie.

I'm standing right here in front of you.

I don't think you understand.

Andrew Brown health inspector.

Excuse me, but don't you need to notify us first?

Not if it's a surprise inspection.

Surprise.

Wha?

Effective hair restraint not worn.

Live animal found in the facility's food area?

You need to open this.

Wait, I can explain what's in there.

I can't.

But you should wait.

It's okay.

We never use this room.

Yes, we do.

I do, sometimes Open the door, please.

Ugh! Olive Snook was unaware that the Pie-Maker could bring dead fruit back to life for his pies.

Why is this room filled with rotten fruit?

That inspection was no accident.

We are being att*cked by a nut bag and we need to retaliate with an overwhelming show of force.

I don't retaliate.

I'm not a retaliator.

Let your emotions get away, everything falls apart.

- You really believe that, don't you?

- Yes, I've seen it happen.

She's coming to get us.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Nobody's coming to get anybody.

But she is.

Yeah?

We need to talk.

You're not welcome here.

Of course she is.

All are welcome.

Would you like a slice of triple berry?

Oh, thank you.

You teach me something, Pie Baker.

Olive.

I wanted to apologize for my outburst yesterday.

It was inappropriate.

- Thank you.

- Sorry for pretending to be a stutterer.

You were pretending?

That's mean, and it's disrespectful.

I like to mislead competition.

Encourage underestimation with the idea that I have an impediment.

But stuttering can be a serious disorder and I mimic it because I'm legally blind.

She's doing it again.

You need to leave.

Oh, come on.

We all know the world of small business is nothing but a big, sexy game.

Call me old-fashioned, but I like to win.

There are plenty of customers for both of us, Dilly.

- Why can't we both win?

- I like your crust roof your square-footage and your corner location.

Even if your sign does go on the fritz now and then.

Oh, and I was so, so sorry to hear about your inspection.

You didn't come here to apologize at all, did you?

No.

I came by to tell you that it's only gonna get worse.

You've shown to be vulnerable and careless competitors so you can count on more inspections and disruptions to your business.

Why are you doing this?

What I see, I want.

What I want, I take.

Nothing scares me.

I've looked death in the eye, survived to open a successful candy franchise.

- Can you say that?

- Actually, yes.

Not the candy franchise part, but I won't let you bully me into a fight.

That's not how I settle things.

Then you'll lose.

Thanks for the pie.

What is up with that witch?

What was up with that witch was this: Delania "Dilly" Balsam and brother Billy's lives were turned upside down when their parents d*ed of bird flu.

Dilly felt adrift until she resolved to confront her greatest fear.

She set out to cross Bodega Bay determined to look the K*llers of her parents in their beady-eyed, feathered faces.

Then just as she was about to reach the other side her worst nightmare.

Dilly Balsam survived the att*ck to be rescued by a local merchant who offered her a very sweet treat.

She realized that her love of taffy and fear of nothing would serve her well in business.

And Balsam's Bittersweets Taffy and Sweets Emporium was born.

What?

You think I should do something.

Just saying.

No.

Let anger win, engage the person, you're no different than they are.

People say, "Hey, look at those two crazy people fighting.

" I will not engage.

If you don't engage, people will say: "Hey, look at that crazy person eating that guy, sitting there doing nothing.

" - Give her a dose of her own medicine.

- Chuck, don't go over to the dark side.

Revenge never works.

I gotta go.

Me too.

Well, this can't end well.

Wait.

Didn't think you'd do this.

Thought you were all pie and baseball.

Only insofar as I know how to use a bat to make a face look like an apple pie.

I am sorry about Ned.

Not about Ned, but about upsetting you.

- I thought you were okay about it.

- So did I.

Go, go, go.

Here's what we're not gonna do.

Not gonna start with this "get back on your horse, find a man" crapola.

You forgot, Ned was the horse, you pushed me off.

Maybe I need to get angry before I can be all happy about it.

Okay, I get it.

Thank you.

There's no alarm system.

Got a credit card?

- Why, you know how to pick a lock?

- No, you're gonna pay for the damages.

Huh?

- Cool.

Come on.

Here.

You ready?

- For Ned.

- For Ned.

Oh, I hate rats.

So do health inspectors.

- We're done here.

- Oh, we're so done.

- Don't mess with the Pie Hos.

- Don't mess with the Pie Hos.

Mm-mm.

He cleaned for hours, yet he could not wipe away the fear the battle with Balsam's Bittersweets would only turn morbid.

Chuck?

I thought you were Dilly Balsam.

- Why are you dressed like a cat burglar?

- Why are you dressed like a fishmonger?

- I was scrubbing the kitchen.

- I was with Olive.

You know what?

She is really great.

Chuck?

Sorry, my whole body's pumping with adrenaline.

Are you upset with me?

The truth he was hiding from Chuck was one spot he could not scrub out.

What's freaking me out is the woman trying to shut down the Pie Hole.

This was true.

Has nothing to do with us.

This was not.

Are you sure you wouldn't feel better if you just fought back a little?

Why is it so hard for you to see that the brave thing here is not to fight back?

In that case, Olive and I were cowards.

We may have set loose some inappropriate vermin.

Oh Where are you going?

- To clean up another mess.

- Ned.

Ned?

The expression, "like a rat in a candy store" though slightly less popular, is equally true.

As Ned came to try to undo what Chuck and Olive had done he found not fighting the fight was becoming more work than fighting it.

Gross.

Oh.

Oh! Oh, ugh! Oh Not good.

Ugh! Billy?

Billy, were you dead?

Oh, hey.

No.

Freeze! Freeze! You k*lled my brother.

This place is crawling with police, you could be recognized.

- She shouldn't be here.

- I've been saying that.

- I had to come, this is my fault.

- It's not.

If I'd listened to you, you wouldn't have to clean up all my messes.

- I did a terrible thing.

- Okay, a little your fault.

Well, maybe now you're even.

- What do you mean?

- Nothing.

What happened at the shop?

I was collecting the rats, I was about to leave when I saw Billy, dead in the vat.

Did you?

Yeah.

But he couldn't talk on account of his mouth was full of taffy.

I heard the police, and I him again.

They caught me red-handed.

Well, me and Nancy Shrew will get you out.

Bye.

It's a broad generalization, but my guess is a man who makes pies for a living shouldn't even spend a short amount of time in prison.

- Huh?

Without the Pie-Maker and little to go on Emerson Cod and Chuck set out to seek the truth.

- Ahem, you gonna do something?

- I am doing something.

But we can't wake him up.

I know that.

Don't you think I know that?

I'm just saying that it's been a while since you solved a crime for real.

You know, the old-fashioned way.

I did fine the old-fashioned way and I'd do fine now if I could just think without you blabber-jabbering.

Hmm.

This what you do in here?

Muttering with the bodies?

Bicker and moan?

We were just observing the body for any, uh visible signs.

- I like my way better.

- What's that?

- Cut the sucker open.

- I got to do an autopsy.

- Ooh.

Oh, good.

You two check under the hood.

I'm gonna do a background check on Billy see if anybody else wanted to put him in a permanent candy coma.

Olive.

Olive?

Olive, it's okay.

- I brought you a pie.

- Thank you.

It has a special filling.

Please take that away.

As Olive considered how the inch-thick glass prevented her from holding the man she still loved, she realized that for the Pie-Maker there might always be an invisible barrier between them.

No known enemies?

Well, that's not good.

You're never gonna believe what we saw at the - How did you know?

- Got it.

- How'd I know what?

- About the finger?

Oh, I learned it early on.

See it's the universal "hush-up, I'm on the damn phone" symbol.

It must also be the: "Billy bit off his k*ller's finger because we found it in his stomach" symbol.

- A real finger?

- Uh-huh.

All we do is lift a print off, match it, and get our boy out the slammer.

No fingerprint.

Gastric acid ate away at the skin, erased any trace of a print.

Police say the trail's gone cold.

Whoever k*lled Billy is walking with nine fingers, thinking they got away.

Mm-hm.

Footloose and finger-free.

The Pie-Maker considered how not telling Chuck the truth about her father was a lot like being locked in a prison.

Then he considered how being locked in a prison was actually much worse than some silly metaphor about truth.

Hey, Baker Boy.

You got a new roommate.

"Burly" Bruce?

Aren't you the guy who got me locked up?

The Pie-Maker was surprised that here perhaps 30 seconds from his own violent death there were no grand revelations but rather only one simple thought.

- Chuck.

- It is you.

But it was the thought that saved his life.

You know, you never told me how you met your girlfriend.

Sheila, right?

It's a funny story.

We met carpooling.

I was tired of being stuck in traffic all the time.

Rule is, you need two or more for the diamond lane so I answered a personal ad in a magazine.

Next thing I know, she's at my door.

For the first few weeks, we commuted together every day.

She never said much.

One night I'm fixing dinner at my place and I think, "I wonder what she's doing.

" I invite her over.

What the hell.

I did it as a friend, you know?

- You know how that is.

- Uh, yeah.

Something happened at that dinner.

I don't know what it was.

The magic of romance, right?

But there was definitely a spark.

We had so much in common.

We talked for hours.

One thing led to another, before you know it, she was living with me.

I love her so much.

That's why I took the fall for her.

I know you love Sheila, Bruce, but maybe this is a chance to move on.

Find someone full of life.

No, Sheila's my girlfriend.

I don't care if they don't parole me for 80 years.

I'll find her again.

The truth could knock all it wanted.

But "Burly" Bruce would never open the door.

And maybe that was for the best.

I'm sure Sheila will be there, Bruce, waiting for you.

Seventeen miles away the search to finger the fingerless k*ller of Billy Balsam continued.

No missing-digit emergencies reported at any of the hospitals last night.

Maybe the k*ller didn't realize he lost it, so they never reported it to a hospital.

Hey, yeah.

That would narrow our list down to only insanely stupid people.

Some amputees have phantom limbs.

They think the part is there when it's not.

It's like a psychological protection mechanism.

To save them from the trauma.

We need to go back to Bittersweets.

Get into the scene of the crime.

How are we gonna get past Dilly?

Hi.

You got a lot of spunk coming back here.

Surprised you're here.

It's what Billy would want.

Can I talk to you a second, in private?

What are you doing?

I mean outside private.

Outside.

I know this has been so hard for you and I feel your pain.

It's Death is the worst.

This dude bit off somebody's finger and was found faceup in this taffy.

Which means He probably wasn't att*cked from behind.

- Right.

- So there must have been a struggle.

I'd say more like a full-on brawl.

- Hm?

- This table has been moved.

Oh.

Ahem, wrong kitchen.

Marble is an interesting stone.

It's resistant to grease and oils which leave stains.

If it's not cleaned properly and right away and someone put their hand on it, say, um In the heat of a scuffle.

Then the oils on their hands should leave imprints on the surface.

Yep, two hands.

Nine fingerprints.

One taffy-drowning m*rder*r.

I want you to know, even though we got off on the wrong foot we are your neighbors and we are here for you.

I realize, we may not smile and wave at each other for a while because of events that occurred I broke your sign and called the health-inspector hotline and you all k*lled my brother.

So we agree to disagree on that.

You want proof?

Something that proves what happened?

Let me show you.

- What?

It's an empty car trunk.

- No, it's not.

Aah! Oh, crap.

Help! Help! Her hands.

She's wearing mittens.

Put the g*n down, lady.

The m*rder*r couldn't finish the job so he sent his girlfriend and the muscle to finish?

- Ned didn't k*ll anyone, you know it.

- We're just trying to find the truth.

The only truth you need to know is I miss my brother.

Hey, you got 10 fingers.

You're not the k*ller.

I don't think you wanna be, either.

Let us take the evidence to the authorities.

We'll find out who really k*lled your brother.

All right, you can go.

If you can put whoever k*lled my brother behind bars, I will be happy.

I thought I wanted revenge but all I really need is j- j-j-justice.

Did she just stutter?

Yep.

And take your trunk-monkey with you.

The facts were these: After Olive was freed from Dilly Balsam's trunk Stinks in there.

authorities explained the time it would take for the dismembered digit to pass through the digestive system of Billy Balsam and have his fingerprints erased by the acid contained in the stomach put the time of death of one Billy Balsam hours earlier than the time the Pie-Maker was found hovering over the body.

Fingerprint analysis of the sheet of candy fruit exposed the nine-fingered culprit to be none other than Andrew Brown, health inspector.

Whom, it was revealed upon further investigation had been blackmailing Dilly and Billy Balsam.

Having paid off the inspector to conduct a surprise inspection that led to the Pie Hole's shutdown Brown had demanded a bribe lest he reveal Billy and Dilly's dastardly deed and shut them down too.

Unwilling to be bullied, Billy Balsam balked.

Aah! Andrew Brown is believed to be the number one suspect in the m*rder of Balsam's Bittersweets Taffy and Sweets Emporium co-owner Billy Balsam.

Thanks to the work of private investigator Emerson Cod the owner of the Pie Hole has been cleared of charges and released from jail.

Authorities are conducting a search for Andrew Brown who remains at large.

Up next, can apes drive?

We'll find out.

Dead girl walking.

Walking right toward me.

Are you okay?

Oh.

- Sure.

I mean, I am now.

- Ned.

- That hug goes double for me.

- Oh, double.

Double.

- Olive.

- What?

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Psst.

Oh.

Come on.

Doing this work without you Well, it actually ends up meaning I'm doing a whole lot of work.

Not that I can't do it, because I can.

I just don't like it.

- Glad to be back.

- Mm.

It's not all that bad in jail.

I had a lot of time to think and I came to a decision.

Everyone talks about how truth sets you free, but Bruce was free to love because he was so good at lying to himself about that doll being real, which is to say, "Go, lying.

" Or at least "yay" to not telling the truth.

- I'm not gonna tell Chuck about her dad.

- Hm?

I just heard that as though it came out of my own mouth.

Oh, wait.

It did.

Well, you were right.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Welcome home.

Safely home and cleared of having committed any crime the Pie-Maker enjoyed a celebratory piece of pie and went up to bed.

- Olive.

- Fredo.

I knew it was you.

Sometimes a crime of passion is not realizing the passion in time.

While other times, the crime is not seeing the world as it is.

But most crimes of passion are actually a crime.

So people can actually feel their limbs after they're gone.

It's weird but I kind of like it.

I know.

Me too.

When I was jail, I think you were my phantom limb.

Aww.

- I was?

- You were.

It felt like you were with me the whole time.

I'm so glad you're back.

The Pie-Maker had never felt closer to another person as he did at that moment.

He felt a rush of emotion overcome him.

- Chuck?

- Hm?

Causing one crime of passion that came in the form of a confession.

I k*lled your dad.