All language subtitles for Pushing.Daisies.S02E05.1080p.WEBRip.x265-KONTRAST

Previously on Pushing Daisies:

My mom died...

...and my father deserted me
in boarding school.

I haven't heard from the man
in 20 years.

Chuck hired a genealogy service
to put branches on our family stump.

- What's so great about the past?
- What's so great about your past?

Nothing. That's why
you don't wanna delve.

- Help!
- What happened?

Roommate squabble.

You gotta work on your friendship
with Olive.

Humans and dogs are the same.

Supply the right cue
and they respond accordingly.

Sit.

Long weekends
at the Longborough School for Boys...

...were a quiet time...

...as most children went home
to their families.

There were those students, however,
who gathered not out of friendship...

...but because they had nowhere else
to go.

Young Ned found himself
a member of this elite group.

Ingmar Todd was the son
of roving missionaries.

As there was very little else to do...

...lngmar's room
became a center of activity.

- Place your bets, gentlemen.
- He had arrived at boarding school...

...with a professionally certified
and balanced roulette wheel...

...and a tawny owl named Casper.

All young Ned had to wager
was the box of chocolates...

...he'd hastily snuck into his suitcase...

...the day his father dropped him off
at boarding school.

It was then he noticed the note
tucked into the box.

He realized the individually wrapped
chocolates currently in play...

...had been intended as a gift to him
from his dearly departed mother.

Bets are closed.

Like many beginning players,
young Ned bet on both red and black...

...but failed to consider the double zero
on the wheel.

Double zed. House wins.

He lost everything.

The lesson was clear: In gambling...

...no matter how well
you think you know the odds...

...there's always an outcome
you can't see coming.

During the years that followed...

...the Pie-Maker avoided taking gambles,
with a few notable exceptions.

He invested his life savings
in a bakery at a time...

...when carbohydrates
had fallen completely out of fashion.

And more importantly...

...he had gambled on the love
of his childhood sweetheart...

...the girl next door
who had returned from the dead.

- Mm. Try this.
- Like the fork.

Like being alive.

It's a new flavor: spring passion fruit.
It's not spring here...

...but it is in New Zealand,
which is exotic and upside-down...

...which is how we could serve it.

Betting on Chuck had made the
Pie-Maker happier than he had ever been.

- We'll put it on the menu.
- Oh, I like Daring Ned.

It seems since you arrived,
Cautious Ned has left the building.

Who's the guy in the booth?

The handsome, brooding
older man with a sensual twinkle?

Plus, he smells good.

He mumbled something odd
to me earlier.

There was no word
that described the feeling...

...the square-shouldered older man
had given the Pie-Maker.

Do you ever shiver when you pee?
That's how I felt when he spoke.

- More coffee?
- Thanks.

Pie is delicious.
As good as your mother's.

He said that?
Did he know your mother?

I didn't ask.
A stranger says a strange thing...

...chances are I misheard
or misunderstood.

Maybe when he said "your mother's
pie," he didn't mean my mother...

...he meant everyone's mother:

The iconic all-American mother
created by advertisers...

...as a shorthand for family values
and a longing for baked goods.

Would that make you shiver?

If someone said something
about my family, it'd give me jitters...

- ...but I'd ask them about it, not hide.
- I'm not hiding.

I think he's cute.

Hi.

I'm probably making a mountain
out of a molehill...

...over a comment
I probably misheard.

I'm hoping to offset any
awkwardness you will be feeling...

...by providing your slice
of three-plum on the house.

You're a nervous talker, like your dad.

This complicates things.
You may need to pay for the pie.

Dwight Dixon. I was a friend
of your father's 25 years ago.

I mean, you are Ned, am I right?

- Nope.
- Yes, you are, silly.

- Hi, I'm Olive.
- Hi, Olive.

- Kitty. Kitty Pimms. Nice to meet you.
- Kitty.

- So you knew Ned's parents?
- Yeah, back when they were dating.

It was the peak of peach season.
She baked a brown-sugar crust.

- Your dad didn't have a chance.
- Never mentioned you.

Oh, I was in the service with your dad,
before you were born.

Your dad didn't like to reminisce.

- Probably a lot he didn't talk about.
- Sounds familiar.

I'm actually trying to find him.
I was hoping you could help.

Really love to see him.

You got his face,
especially around the eyes.

The Pie-Maker had hoped
never to be likened to his father...

- ...whether around the eyes...
- We lost touch.

...Or the heart.

- Twenty years ago.
- Oh, that's a shame.

Any thoughts on where I might look?

Nope. While you're speaking
from a good and helpful place...

...it's not good
and helpful to me, so...

As Chuck marveled
at the Pie-Maker's refusal...

...to help search for his only parent...

...Emerson Cod marveled at the digestive
coma produced by beef balls...

...and curried cuttlefish from
the dim sum restaurant downstairs.

His phone silenced, Emerson knew
the world of clients and murders...

...would soon be lost
in the cloud of a power nap.

What the hell?

Arriving downstairs
in search of a new case...

...the Pl stumbled on one
from his past:

Simone Hundin,
obedience expert and widow...

...of deceased, polygamous dog breeder
Harold Hundin.

While investigating
her husband's murder...

...Emerson and Simone
had forged a close bond.

Emerson Cod.

Simone. What have you been up to?

It was a friendship that had very nearly,
but not quite, become...

Breeding.

My Bubblegum's in heat.
It was a long night. Sit.

But what a treat bumping into you.

I didn't know
you were a dim sum connoisseur.

Best pork buns in town.
My office is upstairs.

It's a dangerous combination.

- Bun?
- No, I'm really trying to, you know...

The private investigator considered
how his inescapable desire to be obedient...

...to this obedience trainer
was at once thrilling and terrifying.

Then he remembered his case.

Hey, did you send me a message
in a cookie?

Wasn't me. I find there are
more reliable ways to send a message.

Mm-hm. Heh-heh-heh.

Leave it.

It's been a pleasure, Mr. Cod.

Perhaps we'll cross paths again.

Fortunately, Emerson had a distraction
from his conflicting impulses: a client.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'm Emerson,
the private investigator from upstairs.

Did you by any chance contact me?

I've seen your billboards.

- My name is Lai Di.
- Lady?

Lai Di.

I'm married to Bao, the chef.

Picking up some things of his.

You married to the chef?

Ma'am, may I just say, your husband's
pork buns make me glad to be alive.

The man's a true artist.

Not anymore. He's dead now...

...but I'll hire you
to find who killed him.

The facts were these:

Lai Di and her husband, Bao,
immigrated from Beijing...

...with the hope
of opening their own restaurant.

Bao quickly established himself
as the premier authority...

...on the delicate art of bun steaming.

He demanded privacy
while he worked...

...both to eliminate distractions
and protect his unique recipes.

But even with his daughter
working as a waitress...

...Bao could never save enough money
for his own restaurant.

It was after a 16-hour shift that Lai Di
had noticed Bao could not sleep.

Something had him terrified.

Bao chose to reply in English.

- Pressure.
- Pressure?

Lai Di would remember Bao's misgiving
as ironic.

Police were satisfied Bao's death
had been an accident...

...but Lai Di was convinced
there had been foul play.

Okay, let's be delicate.
He may not speak English...

...and with the pipe the way it is,
I don't know if he'll speak at all.

You speak Chinese?

Watch out.

Please don't hurt me!
I'm sorry I lose the bet!

- Look, we're not gonna hurt you.
- What bet?

Gambling at the dim sum.

- Now someone's going to kill me.
- Going to kill you?

I don't know how,
but they're going to do it for sure.

- Yeah, yeah. Who wants to kill you?
- Who were you gambling with?

- I tell you that, and I'm a dead man.
- See, what we need now is a mirror.

- I got to get out of here!
- Oh, hey.

Bao, no, wait!

- Oh!
- Ouch.

As it appeared the
bun steamer's buns were steamed...

...over a bet at the dim sum...

...Emerson Cod returned
to the restaurant...

...for a chat with Bao's daughter.

I don't know why my mother hired
you. My father's death was an accident.

Your mother had a hunch.

I could gold-leaf my bathroom
with what I made off mother hunches...

...and what I need to know is...

Are those the new chiu-chao dumplings?
May I?

Pork...

...dried shrimp, chives, mushrooms...

...in glutinous rice flour.

Girl, your father
could make a grown man cry.

Hi.

This is Rubbie Wu, my fiancé.

Also, manager of the dim sum.

Son, you got a hell of a restaurant.

I'm a lucky man in many ways.

Mr. Cod, right? You work upstairs.

Cuttlefish, beef balls and taro dumplings
every Sunday at noon.

I'm sorry about your loss, both
in the human and gastronomical sense.

Speaking of your father,
is it possible...

...he was a degenerate gambler?
I heard he was killed over a bet.

He didn't have time for anything
but work. At least, as far as I know.

My father and I weren't very close.

What about gambling in the restaurant
with employees, or maybe customers?

We're just a dim sum restaurant.

If Bao was in trouble
because of gambling...

...it didn't happen here.

Oh.

So it sounds like Mei didn't seem
too broken up...

...about dear old dead Dad.

Didn't waste many tears.

That said,
I searched the entire restaurant.

There's no basement
or secret card room or the like.

Maybe Bao meant something else.

Maybe Bao had a pipe through his head
and we're chasing smoke.

Call you when I find a lead.

- What are you doing?
- I just have some...

Well, Dwight stopped by again.
Didn't say much.

Just that kind, warmhearted smile
with the crinkly eyes that say:

"Oh, I wish I could find my old friend,
Ned's dad, before I die alone."

Mm.

I know that face.
The "I'm waiting to hear...

...why you won't
help your father's friend" face.

No, you don't know my face
as well as you think.

I keep my feelings about my father
behind a door that's wallpapered over...

...and you can't see the seams,
and that's how I like it.

Dwight showing up
is like a corner peeling.

And I see that peeling corner
and I wanna rip it off.

You wouldn't if you knew
what was underneath.

It's a colorful mix of anger,
chronic distrust and misplaced guilt.

My mom's been lying to me
for three decades.

We have a pile of stink to work out...

...and I would if I could, but I can't.
But you can, and you should.

- What is that?
- It's my clue pad for writing down clues.

I love that you have a clue pad.

My father's address.
You can give it to Dwight.

That's as much as I can do.

- How long have you had this?
- A while.

By "a while," the Pie-Maker
meant 20 years, 11 months...

...three weeks,
five days and six hours...

...since he had gotten word,
whilst away at boarding school...

...that his father had moved on
and started a new family without him.

Can I help you?

This is Hua Jaing.
He overheard Emerson at the restaurant.

He said that there's been
illegal gambling at the dim sum...

...since it opened
in the days of Prohibition.

He says they'd pull the shades
and play cards for money all night.

When your luck was running,
you'd have a woman on each arm...

...and all the milk you could drink.

Milk?

Might not be right.
My Mandarin's rusty.

This went on until the police caught on
and shut them down...

...but he says they always found a way
to keep the card game going.

I've already searched
the whole restaurant.

There were gin joints in the '20s that
used to have underground passages...

...and secret panels.
You'd have to know the password...

...like "Antwerp" or "fiddlesticks."

- What?
- I was expecting Emerson...

...to say something snarky.

Emerson?

- Are we spying? I love spying.
- Shut it.

Hey, isn't that...?

Simone? That dog lady you dated?
Is that why we're hiding?

- We didn't date.
- You wanted to.

- And then I didn't.
- Why you didn't?

No kidding, she's gorgeous.

There are complicated issues that
you need to know nothing about...

...except that their complexities
make this shallow conversation absurd.

Strange.

- You calling my romantic life strange?
- No.

It's strange none of the people
are eating.

As they continued to observe
the diners who were not dining...

...several unusual details
became apparent:

All plates at the table
were covered with a lid.

Before serving, the waitress
would spin the food on a lazy Susan.

Each diner took five plates...

...then placed a number of soybeans
in the center of the table.

I'll see him.

While this behavior
did not seem consistent...

...with diners
enjoying a dim sum dinner...

...when the scene was reimagined in
a different way, it began to make sense.

I do love winning.

Those folks are playing poker
with food.

Faced with a table full
of unsavory poker players...

...Emerson Cod summoned
a steely bravery...

...acquired from years of Pl work...

...as he questioned what was, for him,
the group's most intimidating player:

Simone.

Given the amount of cash
you left with last night...

...this wasn't your first time
gambling at the dim sum.

Aggression is a sign of fear, Mr. Cod.

Sometimes it's a sign of
being aggressive.

Which I will be until I catch
whoever killed Bao Ting.

Now tell me about
dim sum-style poker.

It's quite simple.
Give the password to the hostess...

...which is hao shou yun,
"fortune" in Mandarin.

Buy in at the table.

Each plate is a card
and the meats are suits:

shrimp, pork, chicken, beef.

The appetizers represent numbers.
Other than that, it's five-card draw.

Except you can eat the cards.

Which is what you do
when the police arrive.

Did you know Bao Ting?

His steamed buns blurred the line
between eating and sex...

...but we were not acquainted.

Any regulars seem like the type...

...to push a pipe through your skull
if you owed them money?

Shrimpboy's the gangster in charge
of the table and paying the manager.

Anson Chen did eight years
in the pen for armed robbery.

Jin Quin is a thug for hire
who'll do anything for a few dollars.

Louie Lu strangled his mother-in-law,
got off on a technicality.

Jim is a plumber.

They all take gambling seriously
and they're all dangerous.

Any of them could've done it.

What about you?

Please.

I was at a dog show that night,
which is 800 alibis.

Twelve hundred, if you include canines.
Are we fini?

I've made a career training animals
to overcome and subdue their instincts.

That said, without raw instinct...

...life is nothing more
than a series of empty tricks.

You pretending this
is all business between us...

...seems like an empty trick.

Something I learned the hard way?

Whenever I'm with someone,
the more I begin to feel...

- Inadequate? Tongue-tied?
- Never. No.

- Aroused?
- Yeah, I'm just saying...

...the more I'm into somebody...

...the greater the odds
that it's gonna end badly.

And based on that,
how would we end?

Extremely badly.

You hear what I just said?

This was the first time the
private investigator had ever been ordered to:

Come.

As Emerson went against what
he was sure was his betterjudgment...

...Chuck and Olive did the same,
by paying a visit to Ned's father.

- Pie delivery.
- Surprise random pie delivery.

- Just a minute.
- This was a good idea. Right?

Sounded good when you described it.

Imagine if we'd dragged Ned here
and found out his dad's a disaster.

Turns out he's older and crankier
and drinks bottles of sour mash?

- Ned would have a trump I-told-you-so.
- Come in.

Hi.

- It'll take just a minute.
- Great.

We're actually looking for an older...

Okay. All right.

Voilà!

Thank you.

It's not my fault.

- The false bottom keeps jamming.
- It works when I do it.

Oh, twins! Oh, I love twins.

I'm Ralston, this is Maurice.
We have a big show coming up.

We were looking for
an older man that lives here.

He won a pie in a raffle.
We have a raffle, it's very exciting.

The only man was our dad.
He hasn't lived here for a while.

- Did you say "dad"?
- Yeah.

He hasn't lived here in a few years.
He kind of disappeared.

Our mom shacked up with someone else
so we kept the house.

It was then
that Chuck and Olive realized:

- You have the same eyebrows as him.
- They do. They do.

I said that twice,
once for each of you.

You've seen twins before, right?

She doesn't mean as each other...

A pause as they considered
how the Pie-Maker might react...

...if he knew they had discovered
his half brothers.

- Dad must be very handsome.
- Yeah. Enjoy the pie.

- Thanks.
- Bye.

- So you put the bottom...
- Get back in there. You just...

Simone come and gone...

...Emerson felt flushed with a
postcoital sense of achievement...

...and renewed powers
of mental clarity.

He spotted something:

Who are you, busboy in every picture?

And looking more closely...

Meet me at the dim sum.

Three reasons I wanna speak
to that busboy:

One, he makes $5 an hour...

...and he's wearing a $2300 Omega
De Ville Prestige Quartz wristwatch.

Two, he's always hanging
around that table.

And three, he's been watching us
ever since we came in here.

Since we came here.

- Where were you?
- Gambling.

For you. And I hit a jackpot.

But maybe not the kind you'd like.

What other kind is there?

Busboy's making a run for it. Let's go.

How could you go to my dad's
without telling me?

- You didn't tell me you have brothers.
- Half brothers.

Two half brothers, which is like one
whole one, and anyway they're family.

And your dad did the same thing
to them.

And, Ned, they have your eyebrows
and they do parlor magic.

So Maurice jumps into one trunk
and Ralston jumps out of the other...

- Maurice and Ralston?
- You didn't even know their names?

I'm glad Dad got so fun and creative
with naming after I left.

Goodbye, Ned.
Hello, Mercutio and Ribald.

Maurice and Ralston.

It's what happens
in a second marriage.

People loosen up,
drop their baggage and live a little.

I was the baggage.

Ah. Busboy's not in the kitchen.

- Hey, wait a minute.
- Yeah, right. Over there.

Ah-ha! Ooh...

This is where Bao worked his magic.

It's terrible, but it's not
your brothers' fault.

Not even half.
Why not try to get to know them?

I know other people
my father didn't abandon me for.

Uh-oh. Ohh.

Oh, no, too much pressure.
No, this isn't good.

- What is that?
- That is a newly repaired bun steamer.

Watch out!

- Who shrieked?
- I might have shrieked.

Sounded like it came from over there.

I think I found him. It's the busboy.

Mm-hm. You think you ain't gonna tell us
what you were up to.

But you are so wrong.

What the hell's that?

I believe it's a 3-foot length
of copper pipe.

Wonder if that's excluded
under special circumstances?

- What special circumstance?
- My life-insurance policy.

That's what I do, investigate claims.
Perry Long, with Dawson and Stubbs.

Previously.

Judging by the man-made crimp
in the pipe...

...I think we're looking at
premeditated murder.

Nice. That's a solid payout.

If you're an insurance investigator,
what are you doing as a busboy?

Working undercover,
checking out a suspicious claim...

...by a chef named Bao Ting.

We know Bao.

Bao took out a $200,000 life-insurance
policy one day before he died.

- What are we, idiots?
- Beneficiary?

His daughter. Her name's Mei,
she works at the restaurant.

Thanks, Perry.

You think he left me money?
I'll believe it when I see it.

Two hundred grand is a lot of dough.

Maybe enough for somebody who
felt ignored and neglected to cash in.

Will you excuse me?
I have a table waiting.

Wait a minute. Hold on a second.

Since I'm waiting on an order,
you ought to let her do her job.

- Yes. Good idea.
- Yeah. Oh, yeah.

That is Shrimpboy.
He runs the poker table.

- He didn't like us talking to Mei.
- Maybe they're all in it together.

- Yeah.
- Mr. Cod? Food to go.

I didn't order this.

Although the handwriting was
familiar to Emerson...

...it turned out
the author was a surprise.

You think I killed my father?

Why would I send you the cookie
the first time asking for help?

- Your mother sent me that cookie.
- No.

I sent the cookie knowing she was there
that day collecting my dad's belongings.

I wanted her to run into you.

She was suspicious of how Dad died.

- Why couldn't you hire me?
- Because Shrimpboy watches me.

I know all his secrets...

...but Mom doesn't know anything,
not even about the gambling.

- If he knew I was talking to you now...
- What's he afraid you're gonna say?

That I'll tell you about the bet
my father lost.

Did you say "bet"?

The facts were these:

Chasing money for his own restaurant
at the dim sum poker table...

...Bao had gambled away
his life savings.

He then begged the other gamblers
to let him play on credit.

Shrimpboy agreed, on one condition:

If Bao lost the next hand...

...his daughter
would be forced to marry...

...Shrimpboy's socially handicapped
cousin Rubbie...

...manager of the dim sum.

Twenty minutes later,
Mei was engaged.

Since Shrimpboy believed the terms of
a bet should be followed to the letter...

...he kept a close watch on Mei.

It's the wrong bet.

Bao gambled his daughter's hand
in marriage...

...but Mei's kept her end of the bargain.
There's no motive.

No way she's gonna stay
in some arranged marriage.

She ain't going anywhere, not as long
as she's under Shrimpboy's thumb.

We gotta prove Shrimpboy killed Bao.
We gotta question Shrimpboy.

But there are bodyguards involved.
Very big ones.

- Maybe Simone can help.
- Simone can't help.

I thought you talked to her.
Or did you more than talk?

You did more than talk.

We decided to cool things off...

...as a mutual agreement amicably
reached by two highly mature adults.

Excuse me.

What's the matter with you?

Um...

I owe you an apology.

Is this an apology for going
to Ned's dad's house?

And if so, can I please get in on it?
Because I, too, am very sorry.

You went behind my back
to look for a man...

...who made my tender,
formative years pure misery.

That said, I appreciate the apology.

We weren't gonna tell you
if we didn't have good news.

Your brothers are friendly and very cute,
not that you care about that...

...but I thought it qualified
as good news.

Especially the "brothers" part.

It was wrong to be sneaky.
I was trying not to be pushy...

...and replacing "sneaky" with "pushy"
was a big mistake.

- But...
- But?

But I know you.

You say you don't wanna feel
connected but I don't believe that.

- I mean, everyone needs family.
- You're my family.

- And you, to a slightly lesser degree.
- Thanks, to a slightly lesser degree.

I've spent my life not having things
in common with my father...

...which is a good thing.

If I reach out to my brothers,
it'll make my dad feel good...

...wherever he is. I don't want that.

If that seems petty
and vindictive and small...

...think of it as an homage to my father
and the part of us that is the same.

As Chuck and Olive
pondered the distance...

...Ned put between himself
and his past...

...Emerson pondered ways
of getting closer to Shrimpboy.

While tracking
the potentially murderous gangster...

...the Pl came up against
something far more frightening:

Simone.

The mutual decision to let things cool off
had not, in fact, been mutual.

But as he gazed up at the stars...

...his thoughts turned
to his favorite warm, puffy pastries...

...and the delicious surprises
hidden inside.

And then he got an idea.

Emerson's plan involved
a pot of green tea...

...and Chinese herbs
which Mei had supplied.

When ingested...

...the herbs were known to cause
an uncomfortable fullness of the bladder.

Little cousin wins again.
How about that, huh?

Boss, I got an uncomfortable
fullness of the bladder.

Yeah, me too.

I'm sorry, we're closing.

If I said we was here for
the hao shou yun special?

Same for me, darling.

That's right.

What's up, players?
Which one of y'all be Shrimpboy?

Depends. Who's asking?

Asking is Jimmy the Ace.

Ricky will vouch, we did time.
Where is Ricky, that lovable cutthroat?

Never heard of him.
And this game is full.

Yeah, well...

...that's too bad,
because the sucker behind me...

...got pockets so deep,
he write a check and the bank bounce.

He's a grade-A fish.

I thought I'd bring him in here
so we could pick him clean.

Rubbie, why don't you and Louie
sit this one out?

Yes, Rubbie.

Have a seat, player. It's a grand buy-in,
hope that's not a problem.

I always carry around
some loose change.

You got the kung fu grip.

Are you the Shrimpboy
who won himself a bride?

I heard about that. I thought,
that fellow needs to get out more.

There's better ways to meet girls.

I was playing her dad.
The girl wasn't for me.

See, my cousin ain't too hot
with the ladies, so I did him a favor.

Yeah, I bet her daddy was pretty angry
when he lost that bet, huh?

If he was, why'd he play the hand
in the first place?

See, around here, a bet's sacred.

Your word is all you got.

Bet's to you, new guy.

Three hundred to stay in.

Oh, is that all?

You can raise.

No, I like to begin with
an insignificant sum like this.

And then work my way up
to the real money.

Yeah, speaking of real money...

...if I was you, I'd have kept right
on betting with that fool.

He sounds like an easy mark.

He came back. Felt guilty about
his daughter having to marry my cousin.

Wanted to win her freedom back.

So it wasn't about money this time?
He was trying to help his daughter.

Except he had nothing to bet with,
so I told him to get lost.

- Yo, you in or what?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

All right, let's switch them.

- Hey, somebody.
- Open the door!

Keep walking. I love gongs.
Nothing wrong with that.

The bodyguards still indisposed...

...the private investigators
considered their latest clue:

That the bet that had gotten Bao killed
had not been with Shrimpboy after all...

...but with someone else.

Bao wanted to win back Mei's
freedom. If Shrimpboy wouldn't play...

...there's someone else
Bao could have played.

- You mean Rubbie.
- Yeah.

Bao would've gone directly to her fiancé
to try to win Mei back from him.

- Hey, time to put up or shut up.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let's do this.

Pork buns, shrimp dumplings.
Full house.

Beef potstickers, straight to the nine.

Bao had life insurance.
What if he gambled that?

Mei's the beneficiary, but if Rubbie
marries her, then he gets the money.

Rubbie wouldn't collect
as long as Bao was alive.

At last, the truth was clear:

- Rubbie murdered Bao.
- Beef and sticky buns.

Empty, you bluff.

We better hurry up and finish,
and then call the police.

What's with the whispering?
Show the damn cards.

Oh, yeah.

Ten high.

Shrimp dumplings, four of a kind.

Winning hand.

I won?

Yeah, I won.

Time to cash out.

Ow! Have to be so tight?
I got bad circulation.

Keep them here until me
and my fiancée are on the plane.

We're taking our honeymoon early.
Right, honey?

Hey, Crabcake.
You help him, you're an accessory.

And I'm not talking Gucci handbag,
I'm talking hard time in the pen.

The joint. The hoosegow.
The forbidden city.

My cousin won a bet,
and around here...

A bet is sacred.

What? I'm just repeating what he said.

The facts were these:

Bao's desperate plea for a chance
to win his daughter's freedom...

...was paired with an unfortunate
lack of funds.

When Shrimpboy refused...

...Rubbie suggested Bao simply wager
the payout from a life-insurance policy.

If Rubbie won the hand...

...he would marry Mei and wait for Bao
to die before claiming his reward.

Rubbie won the poker game
with an amazing straight flush.

Bao had failed his daughter
and was devastated.

Even more devastating
was Bao's next realization:

that his future son-in-law
demanded payment immediately.

Papa was risking his life for me.

I wouldn't even speak to him.

It's not your fault.

I thought I knew my father.

But I didn't know him at all.

It struck the Pie-Maker...

...he'd always believed his father's
actions spoke for themselves.

But maybe he was wrong.

Speak of the devil.

- Simone?
- Nobody locked the door?

- I don't think this would be the best time.
- When would be?

Certainly not earlier,
when you dived into your car to hide.

No, you don't understand.

I require honesty, loyalty and respect.

Qualities you've done an extraordinary job
of not showing.

Let's try a new set of rules.
From now on, you will not speak to me.

- But I...
- Or call me.

- But I...
- Or come within 20 feet.

- But I...
- And stop calling me "but I."

Lady?

What's going on?

- We have a plane to catch.
- No.

No.

Bubblegum, stop begging.

- Do you have food in your pocket?
- No.

- You do, don't you?
- What are you talking about?

I was waiting on you
when you beat Shrimpboy.

I bet you beat him because you had
the winning pork bun in your pocket.

You're a cheater.
Cheater, cheater, cheater.

Cheater.

You know he was cheating
when he played Bao.

And around here,
a bet is sacred. Right?

Out of my way.

While there were things
Shrimpboy could forgive...

...such as homicide, kidnapping
and illegal poker...

...he drew the line at cheating.

In part, it was the countless
hands of poker...

...he'd lost to Rubbie
in the years since childhood...

...now seen in a different light.

As Rubbie had cheated Bao...

...Shrimpboy agreed the bet
was nonbinding.

Mei and her friends were free to go...

...and Mei's engagement
was disengaged.

Sparkly.

Because Shrimpboy believed
that all gains are meaningless...

...unless we risk something real.

Rubbie risked something real...

...and what he gained, as Olive
predicted, was a visit to the hoosegow.

After the insurance company
made a grudging payout to Mei...

...she shared it with her mother,
who shared it with Emerson...

...payment for a job well done.

Still, Emerson was forced
to acknowledge...

...it had been a job not-so-well done
where Simone was concerned.

Simone. Simone.

Damn it, woman.

Whatever it is, say it quickly.

Look, you all about control.

Now, I'm not gonna deny
that's a turn-on.

But you never show your cards.

I figured if I went all in...

...I'd be on the street with a tin cup
and a borrowed blanket. You with me?

For about 10 more seconds.

And when you barged into
the restaurant to tell me off...

...well, that was a whole
new Simone.

- That meant you were...
- Hiding a shred of vulnerability?

Hell, a shred's better than nothing.

All I'm saying is...

...you show me your cards,
I'll show you mine.

It struck Emerson that while
some people are terrified of a gamble...

...and others can't say no to one...

...the best approach
lies somewhere in the middle.

I would ask what changed your mind...

- Except?
- Except you haven't rung the doorbell yet...

...which would prove
that you have changed your mind.

All right, anything I say now
is tempting fate.

It's easier to make assumptions
about Dad...

...and why he did what he did
than admit I don't know.

I don't know my family,
or what it would be like to know them.

And the finding-out part
makes me a little queasy.

Well, whatever happens,
I'll be right here, okay?

Thanks.

Come on, come on.

- Hello?
- Hi.

I'm Ned.
I thought I'd stop by because...

...basically, we have the same dad.

As the brothers gazed
at each other for the first time...

...the Pie-Maker sensed
this gamble would pay off...

...in ways he could never predict.

And from his vantage point
across the street...

...Dwight agreed.