All language subtitles for Pushing.Daisies.S02E12.Water.and.Power.720p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-KiNGS

Young Emerson Cod is 11 years...

...two months, eight days
and three hours old.

He is in big trouble.

For this was his sixth visit in ten days
to the principal's office.

The previous Tuesday had
seen Young Emerson punch...

...future frat boy and current
lunch-money extorter Guy Baxter.

Wednesday saw the return
of Young Emerson to the big couch...

...for the crime of inappropriate
double entendre at the science fair.

He returned the following Monday after
a second encounter with Guy Baxter.

Young Emerson assured everyone
that he would leave Guy alone now...

...as the bully had no more eyes.

Specialists were summoned,
tests given, therapies administered.

A boy of above-average intelligence
who, previously...

...had nothing but respect
for rules and regulations...

...Young Emerson's mischief
remained an utter mystery.

Because what troubled him was not
parental alienation or sublimated anger.

It was a heart. He was in love
with Principal Eleanor Swindle.

That year, Young Emerson learned
his most important lesson.

Love makes you stupid.

Randy Mann, what brings
you in out of the cold?

I think we're in for a mid-winter thaw.
Heh.

Normally, I can see my
breath from under the sheets...

...which is daunting,
because I sleep in the nude.

But as long as I cocoon myself in
my comforter and... Ha.

Can I help you with that?

I'll be okay if there's a satisfying point
to this story.

Oh, I couldn't see my breath
this morning.

Oh.

And I'm looking for Olive.

- Now we're talking. Olive.
- Yeah?

You have a gentleman caller
come in out of the thaw.

Whatidy-what what?

Randy. Hi.

- Hi.
- I need to...

Go. Oh.

- Randy's back.
- To see Olive.

In an
I-was-nowhere-near-your-neighborhood...

...I-thought-I'd-stop-by kind of way.

Look, it's so sweet.

I'm happy. Heh. Olive's been through
a tough patch...

...I may have made tougher.
And by "may have" I mean did.

I want this to work out with Randy.

What better place to nurture
romance than The Pie Hole?

Warmth, pie, snuggly booths. Heh.

All the right ingredients.

Love doesn't need the right ingredients.
It's heartier than that.

- Heh-heh.
- What?

You said love was heartier.

Well, it is heartier.
I mean, we're like those blind fish...

...that live in volcanoes
at the bottom of the ocean.

Only we're two fish
that can't even touch.

Because normally,
fish are all over each other.

Our love has grown and survived in spite
of everything we've been through.

- We have been through a lot.
- And here is to us.

For successfully navigating
some extremely rough...

...and very complicated seas.

And here's to Randy and Olive.
May they have smooth sailing ahead.

Cheers. What are we toasting to?

You and... Why is Randy leaving?

Just decided to call it quits. Too much,
too soon. Actually, it was just me.

Singular. So, more accurately, I'd say
it was me who decided to call it quit.

You know what, I'll be in the kitchen
rationalizing my panic attack.

Man overboard.

Randy, you know when people
are nervous, sometimes it's easy...

...to misunderstand what they mean.

Yeah. I mean, everything was going fine,
and then suddenly she said goodbye.

And, "Thanks for coming." Then she
shook my hand. Which was weird.

It's been hard for Olive. She's been
through a swamp of emotions. She...

She doesn't want
to get stuck again.

Well, I know all about
her getting stuck on Ned.

- She said she was over it.
- It's scary starting something new.

It's about exposing your heart
to a stranger.

And putting your faith in the idea
of someone...

...before you get to know
the truth about who they really are.

You know what it's like?
It's like driving a car blindfolded.

You just have to relax.

- Relax?
- Relax?

Maybe bullfighting is
the wrong comparison.

But it's hard making
these things work.

You're telling me these things
are hard to make work?

I know that
because you taught me.

Maybe that's why Randy's scary to you.
You're not used to something easy...

- ...and maybe really great.
- Oh, my God.

I'm that girl.

That girl in high school
who's afraid of relationships...

...so she's always attracted
to guys in college or Canada.

Or you.

I just want you to be happy, Olive.

So, what you're saying is,
I shouldn't run away from Randy.

- Yes.
- That Randy might be just what I need.

- Yes.
- Quick fling.

To rub ointment
on the burns from us...

...and then rip off and toss away
like used gauze.

- Not yes.
- He's Randy Rebound.

No, he's not.

As the Pie-Maker began to doubt
his plan to reunite the would-be lovers...

...a mile to the west,
another reunion was taking place.

Simone Hundin,
breeder of well-heeled dogs...

Stay.

...returned from the Merryweather
Multi-city Canine Cavalcade...

...with her dog, Bubblegum.

Without constant reinforcement,
even the best training gets forgotten.

You take off like that again, I just may
forget we got something going on.

No such luck. You should know, neither
Bubblegum nor I are prone to bolting.

Well, that's good. That's very good.

Sounds like there's a story.

There was a story. Emerson had once
fallen for a woman who had bolted...

...and taken their baby daughter
to boot.

- Does it have to do with this?
- Emerson had written a pop-up book...

...about his missing daughter in hopes
that, one day, he would get it published.

And she would read it
and come find him.

It's nothing.

I realize what we have is still
in the paper-training phase.

But we did agree to be honest.

- I am being hon...
- I like you.

I'm intensely optimistic
about our prospects.

But know that, like any
animal in a new situation...

...the thing I hate most
is being surprised.

Forgive me, but your door was ajar.

Because it was ajar doesn't change
the fact that it was a door before.

Which would indicate to most people
to a-knock before a-entering.

How are you, Emerson?

Simone, this is Ms. Amelia Stingwell,
sister of Roland "Rollie" Stingwell...

...owner of the Papen County Dam.

I'd tell you more about her,
except for due to various reasons...

...we haven't spoken in nine years.

Those various reasons are dead now.

Rollie was killed last night.

I'm sorry about your loss.

He'd pop a vein if he knew I were here
asking you to solve his murder...

...but you've always been
the best in town.

Whoever killed Rollie must have
also taken the Dam Ruby. It's gone.

The damn ruby?

The D-A-M, drop the "N," Ruby.

As in a very valuable, precious stone
dug up when they built the dam.

He always had it with him.
Never took it off.

You find that ruby,
and you'll find Rollie's killer.

After everything that happened
all those years ago, Emerson...

...I'd say it was the least
that you could do.

Good day.

What happened
between you and Rollie?

It's nothing.

The facts were these:

Roland "Rollie" Stingwell, millionaire
builder of the Papen County Dam...

...and sole director of the Papen County
Water & Power department...

...was last seen getting ready to leave
after a busy day at the office.

His assistant said
nothing seemed unusual, as she said:

Good night, Mr. Stingwell.

And headed out early
for a dinner engagement.

What engagements engaged Rollie
Stingwell in the following hours...

...were not known
until the next morning...

...when his body was discovered in a dry
riverbed one-half mile from the dam.

- Hey.
- Thanks for coming down.

Ugh. The poor man
and his poor head.

Just think of him like an owl.

- Who?
- Ha. That was funny.

He said, "Who?" Like an owl.

How is it going, Rollie?

Of all people, I did not expect
to see you here, Emerson Cod.

- You know each other?
- We're affiliates.

- Affiliated with a common third party.
- There was nothing common about her.

And you know it.
He stole away the love of my life.

And the daffy thing about it is,
I paid him to do it.

- I trusted you, Cod.
- Hey, you got your money back.

And it ain't stealing if the thing
wants to be stolen.

I have questions.
Which I will wait to ask.

Strange.

I spent my life being angry about this.

But now, here in...

A limbo-y non-denominational
way station?

The anger has gone and I can see I spent
my life living in a haze of a broken heart.

I don't mean to step on toes, but
shouldn't someone ask him who did it?

- Shh.
- I have tamed nature.

I have stopped rivers from flowing,
but there is one thing I could never do.

And that was make
that woman love me.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,
Stingwell, neither could I.

It does make me feel better.

- Who killed you, Stingwell?
- You really wanna know?

It was Lila Robinson herself. I assume
she came back to steal the ruby.

Oh, man, I wish you'd have said
anyone else.

Thank you for your time.

Who the heck is Lila Robinson?

She's the baby-mama
that took my daughter.

How can you not tell me
that you had a daughter?

We've buried bodies together.

I mean, you have a daughter.
A daughter.

Have you known
and you didn't tell me?

You know you ain't
fooling nobody, right?

Huh?

I know that every secret I tell you
spends about 20 seconds being secret...

...before it spills out of your mouth
and into dead girl's ears.

- Now, that is not true.
- It's true.

It's true.
I can't believe you didn't tell me.

What about Simone?
Does she know?

I'll take that as a no.

Much as I'd love to ruminate about
my painful past over a slice of pie...

...can we find something else
to chatter about?

Emerson shouldn't feel any pressure
to divulge the hidden details of his past.

It's not like we've ever shared
big secrets with him.

Mm-hm.
- It's complicated.

What is so complicated about
finding your baby-stealing baby-mama...

...and getting your daughter back?

If Lila killed Roland Stingwell
and stole that Dam Ruby...

...we've been hired to track
her down and find your daughter.

Chuck's right. We should trace
Stingwell's last steps.

Maybe Lila left a trail behind.

I've spent the last seven years
tracking down her and my kid.

Lila is a wily genius.

A man-eating, shape-shifting grifter
who knows how to get in...

...and get out and vanish
like heat off a blacktop.

At least we could try.

We need to try.

Maybe I could give it one more shot.

I don't know your daughter's name.

Penny.

My daughter's name is Penny.

The facts were these:

Nine years, two months,
14 days and nine minutes earlier...

...Rollie Stingwell hired the P.l.
to tail his fiancèe...

...Ms. Emily Von Alistair, who Rollie
suspected was having an affair.

The affair, however,
was with a dead man...

...one Henry David Thoreau.
And her furtive trips away seemed...

...to show only her desire
for a moment of solitude...

...and ornithology to avoid
the hubbub of wedding planning.

But hiding from a bird-watcher
in a Lincoln Continental is not easy.

And so, Emily Von Alistair began
sharing her daily solitude...

...as well as her sandwich
and Thermos of tomato soup.

While unconventional, Emerson reasoned
he was still very much...

...keeping an eye on Emily.

With each passing Thermos, the private
investigator grew more blind...

...to the fact that he was fast
approaching the thin line...

...between stakeout and make out.

Emerson hesitated,
knowing it was wrong.

But Emily had a solution,
and that was to tell the truth.

Emerson?

There's something I wanna tell you
I should probably keep to myself.

Okay.

Emerson Cod would discover
that Emily was Lila Robinson...

...a grifter come to town
to steal Stingwell's Dam Ruby.

She did not love the millionaire at all.

Twenty-two days later, the P.I. returned
the money Stingwell had paid him.

What he could not return
was his client's fiancèe...

...or the new life growing inside her.

Furious, Stingwell swore
if the grifter ever grifted again...

...he'd make sure
she got put away for good.

Lila promised to keep
on the straight and narrow...

...while Stingwell went on to build Papen
County Water & Power into a juggernaut.

If we're gonna find Lila,
we need to retrace Stingwell's steps.

Figure out how he ended up
half a mile away.

Welcome to Papen County Dam, source
of Papen County's Water & Power.

My name is Taylor Philbean,
and, should you take a tour...

...of this historic landmark and
working utility, I'll be your dam guide.

When there's a big group, this is
where I wait for the laugh to die.

We're invited guests of the
Stingwell family...

...here on account of
Roland Stingwell's untimely death.

Damn sad is what it is.

Wait here, I'll get some visitor passes
and take you up to his private office.

Lila chose to leave behind
her life of crime.

What happened?

People's nature is like a river. You can
only keep it dammed for so long.

Lila packed up her bags and broke into
Stingwell's looking for the Dam Ruby.

When she couldn't find that,
she stole 50 grand in cash.

Knowing Stingwell'd track her down,
she took Penny and they disappeared.

If you'll follow me.

But you knew who Lila was.
Did you really not see it coming?

- Well, I guess I was just blinded.
- Say cheese.

Hey.

This camera take pictures
of every visitor?

For security reasons. Should you
be planning to blow up the dam...

...and flood the valley,
one copy is kept on file...

...and another is available for purchase
as a keepsake in our gift shop.

- Hmm.
- This way.

Have you seen this woman before?

Name's Lila Robinson.

That was taken as she was entering the
building the day your boss was killed.

I remember the woman.

She did have a private meeting
with Mr. Stingwell...

...but I believe she said
her name was Marybeth Acres.

The police have already been here
asking questions.

- They ask you about Marybeth?
- No.

They were asking about
the multimillion-dollar contracts...

...that Mr. Stingwell was negotiating
to replace all the old pipes...

...that bring water into the city.

I'd say the police
are on the wrong track.

I agree.

I tried to tell them my theory,
but they weren't interested.

I'm interested.

Well, I caught a local factory
dumping toxic chemicals...

...into the dam reservoir.

You blew the whistle? You go, girl.

Well, it's my duty as a citizen
to watch the reservoir.

One drop of certain mind-altering
drugs and we'll all be zombies...

...under the control
of those secret signals on FM radio.

- Oh, brother.
- It's a public-health issue.

Yeah, yeah. What's this door?

That's Mr. Stingwell's private exit.

It leads back through the inside of
the dam to a private stairwell.

Oh. Do you care that I have
important information?

We do. We wanna hear
all about your theory.

Come on, woman.
Give me something.

- Who you talking to, Cod?
- Detective Puget. Been a while.

Figured the Stingwells would hire
a private peeper on this one.

Never did like a cop
they couldn't buy.

You know, being cocky in a cheap suit's
less effective than you think, Puget.

What about Papen County's finest?
They got leads?

Who didn't wanna
knock off Stingwell?

You got valuable
re-piping contracts up for grabs...

...a hundred angry farmers
who had to cough up dough for water...

...because he dammed up their river.
Not to mention a ruby that he flaunted...

...like a trophy wife
at a high school reunion.

Oh. Well, maybe I got a lead for you.

Maybe the only lead
you need to follow.

Name's Lila Robinson.

Last known address was local,
but she's been on the fly for a while.

Never known you to share, Cod.
What's your angle?

Maybe I wouldn't mind help
bringing down the hammer of justice.

Doesn't matter if the hammer's
public or private.

Long as the nail gets hit.
Catch my drift?

I do not.

Catch the bitch.

Use everything you got, move quickly.
I guaran-dam-tee you, she's moving fast.

And the trail's getting cold.

Simone. How'd you get in here?

- Something I've got to tell you.
- Something I gotta tell you too.

I hate to tell you now because it looks
like I'm telling you because I have to.

Not because I want to.
That book on my desk...

Emerson, may I go first?

- Sure.
- I'm sorry.

What are you sorry about?

Long time, no see, honey.

Lila.

- Lila.
- Lila?

Told me her name's Priscilla Saltpeter.

Said she'd shoot me if I let on
she was here.

She's told a lot of people
a lot of things.

You here to see a dead man
about a ruby?

I'm in town to see you.
You really should lock your office door.

No telling what kind of
riffraff'II blow in.

Where's Penny?

Penny's somewhere you can't find her.
But I'll make you a deal.

I didn't kill Stingwell
or steal his Dam Ruby.

Soon as the cops find out I was there,
they'll be all over me like weevils on rice.

Maybe they know already.

Then your job just got
significantly harder.

Find the real killer. Put me in the clear,
and I'll let you see Penny.

Hang a red lantern in your office
window and I'll arrange for a reunion.

But the moment I get a whiff that
the cops are closing in on me...

...you won't see me
or your Penny again.

- Who's Penny?
- Penny's the price I paid...

...for thinking with my heart
and not my head.

Penny is my daughter.

That's what I was just about
to tell you.

Surprise.

- I'll give you 48 hours.
- She's lying. It's in her eyes.

She's lied so damn much in her life,
her eyes look like that permanently.

What's to stop me from taking that
toy gun of yours...

...and pushing your frame
through my wall?

Xylazine.

Come again?

Wait. It was what?

It was horse tranquilizer.

When we woke up,
Emerson made sure I was okay and left.

Said he was gonna start with
the farmers and find the killer.

But we know who the real killer is.
The dead man told us so.

Insofar as a dead man could tell us,
by way of some very strong leads...

...acquired in a normal
and straightforward way.

If Lila has Penny,
she holds all the cards.

We don't even know for sure
if Lila has his daughter.

She could be lying about that too.

She's playing him.

Dominating his will until he's
no longer listening to his instincts.

Do you really think he's
interviewing suspects...

...he knows are innocent? Following
leads he knows lead nowhere?

He wouldn't do that.
That's not who he is.

But what if who he is
isn't who he is right now?

Instead of analyzing,
we should be helping him.

Doesn't matter how crazy it seems.

If helping Emerson means
we blind ourselves to the truth...

...I won't be part of it.

When someone backs you into a corner,
you don't get obedient. You bite back.

Simone, wait.

All I asked from him was that we start
out with honesty and no surprises.

I would say this qualifies
as a surprise.

Should I go?

- Thank you for coming back, Randy.
- Oh, sure.

First off, I just wanna say I'm sorry if
it feels like I'm sending mixed signals.

Well, I guess I was a little surprised.

Signals are like nuts. Mixed is better.
Who wants all the same kind, right?

And what's important is that we have
a fresh start.

- Right. Can I ask you a question?
- Mm-hm.

You're not just planning on
using me to get over Ned, are you?

No, no. Sometimes things are so absurd
that I can't even hear them.

Like you just blew a dog whistle
full of crazy and I'm not a dog.

Well, I get that.
If you're not ready, I get that.

But, you know,
I've been through this before.

Aah-aah-aah. And I don't wanna be
your rebound guy.

Wait. There it is again.

Nothing.

Is this a bad time to talk?

I just wanted to say I think
Randy's gonna do the trick.

Wiping the emotional slate clean.
He's picking me up after work.

- That's great, Olive.
- See?

I'll be the one lost in some "distracty"
thought, not caring, while you prattle on.

I'm sorry.
I do care, and I am distracty.

Olive, I have a question.

Can love make you do something
absolutely crazy?

I went to a nunnery.

- Have a great time tonight.
- Yeah, I'll do that.

If Emerson's desperate enough
not to see the truth...

...he's desperate enough
to do anything.

- He needs us.
- Let's go.

It was the end of a long day...

...and Emerson, Chuck and the Pie-Maker
had interviewed 28 disgruntled farmers...

...concluding that none were guilty
of the murder of Roland Stingwell...

...but as Lila had told Emerson
if he proved her innocence...

...he could see his daughter again...

...they moved on to farmer number 29.

Mr. Brunt, you had 200 acres
of riverfront farmland...

...before they built the dam.

My farm used to be the most
prosperous in the county.

Now with what I pay to truck in water,
I can barely pay the rent...

...same as everybody else,
but what else would I do?

- Now, when is your birthday, precious?
- December.

Hmm. I would've bet an autumn birthday.

The deep orange of orchid embers
and Asiatic lilies makes your skin glow.

Actually, I have two birthdays.
My second one's in the fall...

...so actually, you're right.

Your gibberish is sweet, honey.
Keep the flowers.

- Oh, no, I'm telling the truth.
- No, so am I.

If I'd killed Stingwell,
I would've done it years ago...

...when my anger was fresh-cut,
but nothing's gonna change.

Whoever has the water has the power.

What about the contracts
to re-pipe the county water supply?

Might be some bad blood there.

Stingwell would've been
behind the plan...

...but the mayor would be in charge
of the construction.

There's no motive. We got nothing.

- What about the big polluter angle?
- Don't humor me.

If you didn't think we were out of leads
and I was high on Lila-berry juice...

...then what would you call
the big polluter angle?

I may call it that crazy conspiracy
theory by Stingwell's crazy assistant.

Or the last-ditch crackpot angle
for short, but it's something.

Well, it's all we got left...

...and we're running out of time.

We appreciate you coming
to talk to us on such short notice.

We're investigating the death
of Roland Stingwell.

There was a legal dispute...

...between Stingwell and your clients,
the Fits and Giggles Novelty Company.

We know Mr. Stingwell
was about to make public...

...that one of your client's factories
was disposing chemicals...

- ...into the dam reservoir.
- These are baseless allegations.

Our client did not ever dispose...

...of any chemicals into the reservoir.
This is a categorical denial.

- Maybe once.
- One time only.

Once, we may have
inadvertently allowed...

...a small amount of chemicals
into the reservoir.

- But it was a long time ago.
- It was Tuesday.

Very, very early Tuesday.
Nearly Monday.

What kind of lawyers are you?

Mennonites, which would
not be a liability...

...were it not for our
personal commitment not to lie.

In regards to the chemicals...

- ...that were or were not...
- Were.

...Dumped in the reservoir
at an indeterminate time...

- Two a.m.-ish.
- Two thirty-nine.

- There was a spill.
- And that's the truth.

Our plastics division
had an overflow...

...but it was only the chemicals we use
to make things glow in the dark...

...which are nearly identical
to drinking water.

With chemicals in it.

We will pay the fine
to the appropriate authorities.

- They're polluters, but they're no killers.
- Every road's a dead end.

Except one road,
but we can't go down that road.

No, we can't.

The police are gonna
go down that road.

Let's say they find Lila.

What's to say they don't also
find Penny and put an end to this?

And what if you're wrong?

Penny's the only leverage Lila has.

What if the minute she sees those
flashing red-and blue lights on her wall...

...she's dialing out to some accomplice
who puts Penny on a bus to Mexico?

Yeah, maybe my love for my daughter
has made me stupid...

...but Lila doesn't seem
to have that problem...

...so I'm gonna jump through
any hoop I have to...

...to get face-to-face to my little girl.

What if Lila's lying to you?

What if she doesn't have Penny?

Well, then, I guess I'm a chump...

...but at least I'm not a chump
just sitting around here, doing nothing.

Poor Emerson. We can't just sit here.
We've gotta do something.

Quit gawking at each other. Let's go.

Across town, a signal was set...

- Emerson?
- ...as Olive came in from the cold.

Are you in here?

I heard about what's happened.

Who are you?
Did you hang the lantern in the window?

- Who are you?
- I hung the lantern, bitch.

We need to talk.

Sit tight, sister.
You're in the jam now.

I should've skedaddled
when I had the chance.

Emerson always was a sucker
for a tricky dame.

The reason your tricks work is
he thinks you have him by the collar.

I was ready to leave him
for not showing his cards.

The card he was stuck holding
was the lying queen of empty hearts.

I'm back to deal again.

Then deal. You've got the gun.

Penny's a bluff.

Two-bit grifter
wouldn't get saddled with a child.

My guess is you ditched her
a long time ago.

When you ran out of money,
you came back...

...for the Dam Ruby
and rubbed Stingwell out.

Witch.

I'm sorry, am I playing too?
No, I'm not. Continue.

I did come back to see Stingwell,
and he thought I was there to kill him...

...but we talked it out,
and I gave him back his money.

Every dime I stole when I ran away.

So we're to believe that somehow
along the way...

...you suddenly grew a conscience?

I did grow a conscience.

She's sitting in a hotel room watching
television and eating string cheese.

She has my eyes
and Emerson's big heart.

That's so sweet.

And evil. Right?

The gun! Watch it!

Aah! Oh. I got it. I got the gun.

Oh. Shoot.

Looking for this?
I suppose you're right.

Emerson is still a sucker
for a tricky dame.

Get her!

- Nice job. Well played.
- Thank you.

- Did you get her?
- She was in a big rush.

See if you can follow them.
I need to find Emerson.

This is much more fun
than dinner and a movie.

- It's so exciting.
- Yeah, I know.

Lila Robinson had often found herself
on the run from a tricky situation.

In her rush to disappear, however...

...the player failed to realize
she herself was being played...

...by Chuck and the Pie-Maker.

Across town, the desperate investigator
returned one last time...

...in search of some dam evidence.

Looking for more pictures
of your girlfriend, Cod?

I think I found your angle.

Lila Robinson,
a.k.a. Emily Von Alistair.

This wasn't the first time
she'd tried to steal from Stingwell.

She's been on the run
from him for years.

- You got it all wrong, Puget.
- What I got wrong was you.

Thought you were wild-goosing me
with a tip to throw us monkey suits off.

Maybe that's exactly what I did.

Maybe I got you hook, line and sinkered,
wasting time while I pop the real perp.

Oh, come on, Puge.

All you got is proof she entered three
hours before Stingwell disappeared.

Here she's going out,
a half hour after Stingwell's assistant...

...saw our victim for the last time.
That's motive and opportunity.

How she got the body
where she got it?

I'll just let the jury
use their imaginations.

Thanks for the tip, Cod.

And don't worry.

If she's still within a hundred miles,
we'll have her in custody by morning.

At that moment,
Emerson Cod was overcome...

...with the hundred percent certainty that
he would never see his daughter again...

...and then he was un-overcome...

...by an idea that had a one percent
chance of being correct.

Wait a minute.

Emerson.

Simone.

I knew you'd come back
to the scene of the crime.

I'm sorry I bolted on you.

That's okay. You're here now.

- Come on.
- As the private eye set off...

...to test his new theory for leaks...

...the tall drink of water
driving into the darkness...

...remained unaware
ofher hidden cargo.

If love does make you stupid,
then we must really love Emerson.

It'll all be worth it if we find Penny.

- Ned?
- Yeah?

When I said that our love was hearty...

...it was just another way
of saying it's hard.

Not more than for other people.

Okay, maybe more than for
other people.

If Emerson wasn't blinded by love,
there would never have been a Penny.

He wouldn't have anything to lose,
which would be so much easier.

Do you want us to be easier?

Hmm. I don't know.
Maybe it's the exhaust fumes.

But why do we love something
if loving something makes us stupid...

...and just have more to lose?

Why love something?

Because we can.

Oh.

Shh.

In my experience, when you're hiding
in the trunk of a car...

...it's best not to chat.

- How did you lose them?
- They were three blocks away.

- I wasn't comfortable jumping the curb.
- They're okay, right? They have to be.

Yeah, yeah, after you disarmed
that crazy-ass she-wolf.

Is it insensitive of me
to say this is fun?

Only if they're dead. But they're fine.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay.

Can I be honest with you?

If you could read my mind,
and I'm really glad you can't...

...but it doesn't matter,
because I'm going to tell you anyway.

- When?
- Now, now.

Oh.

You were right.

I did wanna use you to squeeze the
feelings I had for Ned out of my head...

...but I don't think
that I can do that now.

Well, I like you, Olive.
I like spending time with you.

Well, that's the problem.

I don't want this to make you
muddle-headed...

...so you make a bad decision.

I've been through a lot, Randy.

I'm gonna be difficult.

I know it's stupid for me
to be the rebound guy...

...but I also think, with time...

...you might forget you ever bounced.

At least,
I'm willing to take that chance.

Well, if we're careful,
and there's a way to do it smart...

...we could do it without hurting...

- How was that?
- That was brilliant. It's brilliant.

Whoo. Um...

I...

For the first time in a very long time,
the thoughts I had for Ned...

...just went right out of my head
and are standing right outside the door.

Oh.

- Clearing.
- Crossing.

- What happened?
- Lila took our clothes.

She left us at the side of the road.
We have to find Emerson.

Randy, can you bring your car around,
and we'll get dressed and meet you?

Let's go.

Why are these flowers
glowing in the dark?

Yeah, I knew it.

These flowers
are from Michael Brunt's farm.

Delivered the same day
that Stingwell was murdered.

Are they meant to do that?

- Where's Brunt's flower farm?
- Here.

Uh-huh. We know Stingwell
is about to approve...

...a renovation for the water pipes
from the dam reservoir to the city.

Help me with this.

Now, maybe I'm crazy,
but if pipes need renovating...

It probably means they're leaky.
Leaky pipes means...

Water. Or, in this case,
glow-in-the-dark water...

...on account of the toy company
dumping their chemicals.

Brunt's farm's right over the biggest,
leakiest water pipe in Papen County.

Say Brunt gets wind that Stingwell's
about to replace all the old pipes...

...and he's gonna lose his free water
and everything else...

...so he delivers the flowers himself.
He wants to talk.

Lila said she and Stingwell had it out.

She said he thought she came
to kill him for the ruby.

Mm-hm. Now he overhears this,
and he has the perfect plan...

...to solve all his problems
and steal the Dam Ruby for himself.

But what about the pictures
of Lila leaving the dam...

...just after Stingwell was murdered?

Follow me.

So end of the day,
Stingwell takes the Dam Ruby...

...says goodbye to his assistant,
leaves out the side door.

He's walking up the pipe,
and he hears a noise...

...so he decides to investigate.

Be careful.

All right, now...

...Brunt had three whole hours
to get ready for this moment.

Now, he would've been waiting...

...but in order to pull off
the perfect crime, he would...

This is nuts. I'm fooling myself.

- It's Lila.
- I know it is.

She did it. She killed Stingwell.
This is a crazy idea.

No, it's Lila.

No, it ain't.

I knew it was you.

Good guess.

- Too bad no one will ever know.
- Why'd you come back?

Stingwell hid the Dam Ruby
somewhere in here before I did him in.

One more visit as murderous fugitive
Lila Robinson should do the trick.

See you later, suckers!

Hey. Aah.

Ahh.
Looks like he went the wrong way.

I disagree.

Yaah!

Oh, God!

Hey.

I think I just figured out how Stingwell
ended up half a mile away from here.

He didn't have you.

The facts were these:

Cornered by Brunt,
but thinking it was Lila...

...Roland Stingwell decided
his precious ruby should remain...

...at the Papen County Dam,
where he'd found it.

As he considered the power of the
hydroelectric plant he had designed...

...Stingwell was struck by the irony,
then by the water.

Aah!

After flushing Stingwell,
still disguised as Lila...

...Brunt had allowed the photo booth
to document his exit.

After attempting to flush Emerson
and Simone, Brunt left the same way.

This time,
it was Brunt who was flushed out.

Murder solved and ruby recovered,
Amelia Stingwell informed the P.l...

...that his previous sins
were now washed away.

Emerson Cod would profit
from the trickle-down.

The terms of the meeting
in the woods were simple:

Come alone, no police,
and no surprises.

While Emerson and Lila had
complied easily with terms A and B...

...there were still two surprises
yet to come.

- Well?
- A deal's a deal, Emerson.

Penny's waiting in the car.

I guess you two can catch up.
And thank you.

No one else could've done
what you did.

No one else would've been
stupid enough to even try.

This is a crazy life
you got going on here, Lila.

The kid deserves some normalcy.

You'd be shocked
how normal her life is.

School, homework, braces.

She has braces?

Mm-hm.

My life may not always be on
the straight and narrow, but Penny's is.

Emerson Cod looked into the eyes that
had lied to him so many times before...

...and decided they were lying
to him again.

Well, I don't just wanna see Penny
for 10 minutes, Lila. I'm taking her.

My turn to be her parent now.

- Surprise.
- Leave us be, and I'll do what I can...

...to get the cops to drop
the kidnapping charges. Otherwise...

Well, shoot. Ain't no otherwise.

I thought you may want
something like this.

Well, don't worry.
I'll take good care of her.

I know. I just don't know how I'm going
to take care of myself anymore.

I'm broke now.

Car's on its last legs.

Well, take mine.

- No.
- No, go ahead, take it, take it.

Penny and I'll find something else.

I always could count on your big heart.

Maybe I was a fool to leave you.

People do stupid things
when they're in love.

Surprise.

His car disabled
and Lila getting away...

...Emerson realized
he'd been tricked again...

...but Penny was alive...

...and perhaps, judging from
her wide smile full of braces...

...she was with a mother who maybe
even loved her as much as he did.

One way or another,
he would find Penny.

"Dear Mr. Cod, congratulations."

And now, with the news
that his pop-up book, Lil' Gum Shoe...

...had been accepted by a publisher
and was going to press...

...maybe it was only a matter of time
before Penny found him.