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Previously on "pushing daisies"...

Who are you?

You were my first kiss.

You were my first kiss, too.

You touch murder victims,
you ask who killed them.

You touch them again,
they go back to being dead,

and you collect the reward?

That's it in a nutshell.

Are you the business partner?

Yes, ma'am.

Doesn't she look a lot
like that dead girl?

She looks exactly like that dead girl.

Do you...

touch anything?

I t-touch lots of things.

Does he touch you?

I'd kiss you if it wouldn't kill me.

Are you in love with
her?It's that level of stupid.

I kind of killed her dad when I was 10.

She doesn't know.

I just thought my world would be
a better place if you were in it.

Is there anything else I should know?

No.

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pushing.daisies
Season1 Episode02

At this very moment, in
the town of north thrush,

young Ned was 9 years, 33 weeks, 6
days, 20 hours, and 34 minutes old.

He stood on the exact spot where,
4 weeks and 2 days previously,

his father had deposited him at
the Longborrow school for boys.

As young Ned's mother had died recently,

there was reassuring physical
contact and parting words.

"I'll be back.

" He lied.

The sadness and dread which the boy felt

were not so much a product
of the Longborrow school.

Young Ned's acute discomfort
came from the knowledge

that when he touched a dead
thing, it came back to life.

The other boys assumed his introverted
nature was a product of weakness and coddling.

Thinking of revenge and
also not thinking at all,

young Ned volunteered to assist
with that day's science project.

frog dissection

Young Ned's secret gift was
governed by tee simple rules --

touch a dead thing once, alive.

Touch a dead thing again...

dead forever.

Keep a dead thing alive
for more than a minute...

and something else has to die.

His gift had, once again, brought him
great distress in place of great joy.

He vowed to keep the strange details of his
strange life secret from the world forever.

Are you responsible for this?

So, young Ned did what his father
had done to him only 31 days before.

No.

He lied.

For the next 19 years,
29 weeks, and 2 days,

keeping secrets worked beautifully.

The boy became the pie maker, and
the pie maker deceived with ease...

until Chuck.

This is strange.

Charlotte Charles had been alive for
28 years, 24 weeks, 3 days, 11 hours,

and 51 minutes before she was murdered.

Is this strange?

This is not strange.

Unusual, maybe eccentric, in a
quaint way, like dessert spoons.

Revived by the pie maker and
given a second chance at life,

she had many questions.

I have so many questions,
my mind wanders.

You need to feed it warm
milk and a turkey sandwich.

Let it curl up in a
sunny spot and take a nap.

I miss my aunts.

Of course.

Do you miss them a lot?

A little.

All the time?

Now and then.

As Chuck spoke,

she realized her secrets were "really a
lot" and "every minute," in that order.

How many people have you touched?

People or animals?

Crossing.

Digby doesn't count.

Digby does count.

No one's been through
as much with me as Digby.

How many people have
you brought back to life?

It's not like I walk around reviving
childhood sweethearts willy-nilly.

Well, what about Emerson, huh?

Oh, coming through!

You touched lots of people with Emerson.

For work.

Just because you kill them
again as soon as you get

what you want doesn't
make it any different.

Yes, it does.

Coming through.

And can we not say "kill"?

I touch them again is all,

and they snap right back to
the way they're supposed to be.

Am I the rubber band that broke?

Chuck, you're the only human being
I've ever made alive again to stay.

He lied.

In fact, the pie maker had kept one other
person alive for longer than a minute.

Using the gift to temporarily
revive his own mother,

the unintended effect on Chuck's
father had been more permanent.

The Pie maker often asked himself if he would
ever be able to tell Chuck this secret.

Your eye's twitching.

Is it?

This is such a small cheese box.

The aunts who had raised
Chuck had taught her to believe

that the large white appliance in the
kitchen had a fairly narrow purpose.

Aunt Lily, is it okay
to freeze the camembert?

I'd rather not wedge it
between the edam and the paneer!

Or I could air out the gouda!

In fact, young Chuck did
not refer to a refrigerator

as anything but a cheese
box until she was 17.

As Chuck considered the life
she could never go back to,

Olive Snook considered the
changes in her own life --

foremost, the mysterious brunette
encroaching on the man she herself loved.

From her perch, the
jealous yet agile neighbor

was able to confirm
only one pleasing detail.

There's a surprising
lack of physical contact.

Oh, crap.

One mile to the west, Emerson
cod was also not thrilled.

During times of stress or
anxiety, he liked to knit.

Since the arrival of the
dead girl who was not dead,

he found the stockinette stitch
to be especially relaxing.

Emerson Cod.

But no stitch was a substitute
for a good murder case.

Thanks. Got it.

Meet me at the morgue in 15 minutes.

As he finished pearling
the row, he wished aloud...

she better not come.

Hi, Emerson.

Isn't this exciting?

hey!

What's she doing here?

Said she didn't climb out of a
coffin for me to keep her in a box.

She the boss of you?

I'm the boss of me.

Dead girl's got to go.

Dead girl's not going anywhere.

You don't know nothing about her except
she had soft lips when she was 10.

That should be enough.

Well, I don't like it.

Hey!

What did you guys talk about?

I'd really like to get
out of this car soon.

Is he upset you brought your
childhood sweetheart back to life?

He barely knows you're here.

In fact, Emerson Cod had
finished knitting a sweater vest

and two handgun cozies in
the week since Chuck's return.

Sweet.

Do I really have to
sit in back from now on?

It's for your own safety.

You sound like my dad.

If my hand brushes yours, you'd be dead.

He didn't say that.

So it's probably better if you stay
in the car for these morgue visits.

Someone might recognize you.

You really can't come in.

Did I say 'can'? Because I
swallow my consonants sometimes.

"N'T.N'T." Can't come in.

Got that
hit-and-run?

We're from the government safety place?

Is that a question?

Government safety place.

The facts were these.

One Bernard Slaybeck, an unmarried
automotive safety specialist --

35 years, 10 weeks, 7
hours, and 3 minutes old --

was found dead by the
side of the road...

The apparent victim of
a hit-and-run driver.

As there were no witnesses,

the police are offering a reward for
information leading to the arrest of the killer.

I'm gonna wait back here.

You don't like dead bodies, do you?

Not when they sit up and talk.

Poor man.

Just touch it. I'm starting the watch.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Why is everything so blurry?

Probably because your eyeballs are flat.

Ask the question.

Mr. Slaybeck,
do you --

do you have any last requests,

unfinished business from this
life we can help you with?

Don't let her do this.

- Is this heaven?
- Could be.

No, it's not.

Is that god?

No, it's not.

I'm confused, because I'm a buddhist.

Buddhism is fascinating, isn't it?

Did it help you in your final moments?

She's wasting my minute.

What's with this minute?

And when did it become your minute?

Sure the hell ain't yours.

Hey, it's everyone's
minute, or, uh, 22 seconds.

Can you get a message to earth?

Can you tell Jeanine in
promotions that I loved her?

Of course.

Mr. Slaybeck, if you could
remember anything about

whoever was driving the
hit-and-run vehicle that killed you,

I think we can get you some justice.

What
hit-and-run?

I was killed by a crash-test dummy.

I'm not god, but if I
was, I'd be an angry god.

Oh, we gave it our best shot.

So, a crash-test dummy killed Bernard.

Bernard was delusional.

It's still a clue.

It's a dead end.

And not the kind of dead end you
can undead and then redead again,

like you're supposed to.

It's my fault?

When you get all
jabberwocky in my minute,

it's hard to follow up
on "the dummy did it.

" Got to get some real leads now.

Isn't that what a P.I.'s supposed to do?

Investigate?Isn't that the fun part?

The fun part's counting my
money in the bubble bath.

Nice image.

Oh, boy.

What's the poop?

- "The poop"?
- The poop.

Scoop, skinny, the haps, the
dillyo, the 411 -- P.I. lingo.

Rhubarb.

What's that mean?

P.I. secret code for 'get
me a damn slice of rhubarb'.

" This isn't Pies 'r' Us, Pie City,
or Thousands of Pies in One Place.

This is a bells-on-the-door,
pies-baking, mom-and-pop place.

We chitchat here.

Chit!

Chat.

You got it.

So, who's the funny girl stuck to Ned?

Childhood sweetheart.

Still sweet
-- his heart?

You want the truth?

Olive Snook did not want the truth,

but her heart was so full that
it reached up and nodded her head.

He digs her in a way he
definitely doesn't dig you.

I-I'll just go get your pie.

Do they touch much?

Wish they would.

Emerson thinks I'm useless.

You're not useless.

Here, let me.

You sift.

Useless is an empty soap
dispenser in a restroom,

standing around reminding
people what you could be doing,

but doing nothing at all.

Uh, more flour.

I can't be alive again for no reason.

I suppose I could be, but
where's the fun in that?

We'll find the killer.

Emerson's good at what he does.

All Emerson cares about is the reward.

Maybe that's enough.

It's not enough.

Enough flour.

Well, what about Jeanine?

She needs to know
that Bernard loved her.

It was his dying wish.

It's so sad.

Well, we'll cushion the blow.

Not a big fan of the blow.

We'll bring pie.

Someone dies, you bring
food. It's what you do.

As the pie maker secretly
thought how much better

his life had become since
Chuck had returned...

Olive secretly felt the distance between
her and the pie maker grow more and more vast

until it seemed she might as well
be on the other side of the universe.

The earth is our only home.

If we don't take care of it, who will?

Imagine a vehicle so revolutionary,

it runs on an extraordinary new fuel derived
from a renewable plant found everywhere --

the dandelion.

Introducing the Dandy Lion SX.

It'll blow you away.

While some came to dandy lion
industries to see the car of the future,

Chuck and the pie maker came
with a wish from the past.

A car that runs on dandelions?

That's so neat!

How are we gonna find Jeanine?

This way, people. Over here.

Jeanine from Promotions?

It's a personal matter.

The flower on the turntable.

Thanks.

Have a nice day.

Please, don't touch!

No smudges!

Now, who wants to see all the colors
available for the Dandy Lion SX?

You speak Japanese?

Hai.

When you take care of
shut-ins your whole life,

you have plenty of time to read.

Don't you have any
hidden talents or hobbies?

I mean regular ones.

Chuck's love of language had begun upon

the discovery of a portable
cassette-tape player

and several boxes of language courses.

Hi! Flex your flower power!

Would you like a factsheet
on the Dandy Lion SX,

the 'spores' car of tomorrow?

Get it? 'Spores' car?

Well, I think it's cute.

Are you Jeanine?

Am I in trouble for making up slogans?

'Cause I'll say the
"blow you away" thing,

but it seemed kind of redundant with
the commercial playing all the time.

We're here on a more tragic
matter about Bernard Slaybeck.

Maybe you got the wrong flower,
but I didn't know any Bernard.

She lied.

Are you sure?

I know what I know. Is that pie?

It was baked specifically for the
recipient of Bernard's message.

Well, it's a shame to
waste a perfectly good pie.

Man, that smells good.

You're drooling.

- Bernard said --
- he's dead, right?

The flower had a secret.

Yeah, he's dead.

Enjoy your pie.

But her training as a display model
allowed her to conceal any trace.

Time to move on to the
next stop, people --

the crash-test facility!

"Crash-test facility"?

Dummies.

Feel like taking a tour?

Safely out of sight,
the flower began to weep.

Like the rich, sugary
dessert she binged on,

her tears would remain with her
for only the next 10 to 15 minutes

before they would be purged from her
body, like they had never existed.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the dandy lion
worldwide crash-test facility.

Science guys, I'd like you to
meet our newest dandy lion dealers

from a little territory
I like to call Asia.

Banzai!

Science guy, tell them
what happens in here.

Um, this is where we use
electronic anthropomorphic units...

dummies

To test the Dandy Lion SX
for structural integrity,

as well as the viability
of all the restraint-

and impact-initiated safety systems.

We crash things in here.

Boom des ka!

Now, who wants to pull the lever?

As the group thrilled to
the sight of twisted metal

and simulated loss of life and limb,

Chuck came upon an equally
chilling sight of her own.

One of these dummies
is not like the others.

Where did his clothes go?

Where did his face go?

Maybe Bernard wasn't crazy.

The dummy did it.

Or at least someone in a dummy
mask and an orange jumpsuit.

Chuck found the clue.

I found the clue.

"Clue" is a board game.

The professor did it in the
parlor with a rubber mallet.

That's a clue. We find evidence.

You got to admit, this means something.

It could be a lead.

Who would have access?

Loopy dandy lion models,
angry technicians --

could be anybody.

I did some checking on that car company.

They got a lot riding
on this Dandy Lion.

Lot of angry competitors, too.

We got to get back in there tonight.

Oh, that's not how we do it.

We got to get back in there tonight,

see if whoever took that
dummy mask left any evidence.

Olive?

Hiya!

We're going out late tonight, a
privilege thing, hardly worth explaining.

Can you close up?

I think I just did.

What?

See you in the morning.

Bye, Olive. Bye, Digby.

Olive often imagined there
was an orchestra in her heart,

music heard only by her,

except when her heart broke open
and it spilled out into the world.

Guess mine is not the first

heart broken my eyes

are not the first to cry

I'm not the first to know

there's just no gettin' over you

I'm hopelessly
devoted to --

excuse me.

We're closed.

You know,

I'm just a fool

who's willing to sit around

and wait for you but,

baby, can't you see there's
nothing left for me to do?

I'm hopelessly
devoted --

Hi, Olive!

Hi, Manuel.

- Can I do the floors?
- Yeah, okay.

But now

there's nowhere to hide

since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head

hopelessly devoted to you

hopelessly devoted to you

- did you say something?
- No.

Hopelessly devoted
to you-u-u-u-u

While Olive considered
how much she loved Digby for

paying attention to her
when the pie maker would not,

and Digby considered
how much he liked salt...

the pie maker considered what
the sentence would be for breaking

and entering with no prior convictions.

Where'd you get that?

Contacted the company that makes
these doors under false pretenses.

They gave me a sample ID badge,

which I digitally altered
using the magnetic code

that matches the serial
number of this machine.

Is that cheating?

I don't know. Is this?

I gave the security guard a hug goodbye.

My upper body distracted him while these
things I call hands took this off his belt.

At that moment, the pie maker felt a
mixture of happiness and trepidation.

Why is it always a mixture?

What do you know about Emerson
besides he privately investigates?

What is so great about knowing?

When you lift up a rock,
do you find whipped cream?

No, you find worms.

I say no to knowing.

We haven't seen each other in 20
years. Don't you want to know about me?

I want to know everything about you.

Look, we've all done
things we're not proud of.

We all have secrets.

What secrets?

Skeletons in the closet.

Exactly. How long have you been listening?

There are skeletons in the closet.

Those aren't skeletons.

Those are dead bodies.

Hey!
Rick! Rick Page.

Hey Rick. Uh, do you know
what's happening right now?

Uh, last thing I remember, I was
reading sales forecasts in the back.

Geez, those things are dull.

You ever heard of the
Dandy Lion car company?

Nope.

You want to open the kimono on

why I'm wearing a silver
leotard and hanging from a hook?

Do you have any last
requests or thoughts?

hey

If I wanted to mingle with a
bunch of geeks wearing leotards,

I'd have stayed in art school.

You went to art school?

Didn't know that, did you?

Stop it!

I was just riding the ferris
wheel at the state fair,

and the teenager running it
said I could ride an extra...

turn.

Did you ever hear of the
dandy lion car company?

No.

- Moving on.
- Wait a sec.

I did check a box that said I could
be used to test automobile safety.

Sounds scary, but when
you're dead, you're dead.

Am I dead?

There's nothing illegal
about any of that?

And why would dandy lion replace all
their crash-test dummies with dead bodies?

And what happened to
all the real dummies?

Before Emerson Cod could reply with a
clever if slightly insulting remark...

See that?

Jeanine?

What?

I couldn't tell you anything before
because they were watching me.

I hid at work to make sure
no one would follow me home.

The truth is Bernie
and I were so in love.

It all started when he came to see this
sales training thing on his long lunch break,

and it was love at first sight.

I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He just, like, mesmerized me.

My heart leapt out of my chest,
and I just couldn't look away.

I don't know what it was.

I got all misty-eyed, you know?

And as Jeanine continued
to eat her triple-berry pie,

she told them the story of her
love affair with Bernard Slaybeck.

Present, present, present,
present, present, present,

and giggle, giggle,
giggle, giggle, good girls.

They had met when the scientist had come
to watch sales training on a long lunch.

The attraction was instantaneous,

and they would both confess to
replaying this first encounter

as they fell asleep in
their beds that night.

He would remember her hair
as being slightly redder,

her sweater slightly tighter, but
the smile he would get just right.

She would remember his
look as shy but flirtatious,

his tie as red but very thin,

and that his sandwich
was an angus beef patty

with butterhead lettuce, roma tomatoes,
on a sesame-seed whole-wheat bun,

and a glass of 2% milk.

As they talked, these are the
things she came to know first.

The scientist was kind.

The scientist was lonely.

The scientist came alive when he told her
about his hobby of catching butterflies.

When he admitted that
he always set them free,

she felt dizzy and
giggled for no reason.

The waif and the scientist
fell deeply in love,

hiding their affair from the
world like a trade secret.

But Jeanine from Promotions felt
a chasm growing between them.

As the launch of the flower car grew
closer, Bernard's hours grew longer.

He became distant and hard to reach.

Suspecting her safety scientist of
stepping out on her, she began to spy.

But there was no other flower,

only mysterious trips into the darkness.

Where did she go?

Sorry. Restroom.

Mint, anyone?

No, thanks.

Where was Slaybeck going
on these night drives?

I could never see.

And when I confronted him about
it, he wouldn't tell me anything.

I thought I was being
paranoid till he turned up dead.

- You gonna finish that?
- Yes.

I wish we knew what he was doing.

Oh, I figured it out.

It's easier if I show you. Follow me.

- Shotgun!
- Chuck!

I hate the back.

Dead, again, forever.

Fine.

She's not going very fast.

That car can't have a very big engine.

Maybe she ate it.

That's not funny.

She obviously has a
very serious disorder.

What do you mean?

Seriously?

The girl's got a whole
secret life in the bathroom.

And I know exactly how she feels.

So do I.

I hate having secrets.

Now I am one -- all these disguises,
hiding in your apartment all the time.

I hate secrets, too.

You love secrets.

You want to marry secrets and have
little half-secret, half-human babies.

Well, I have a secret, too.

I do miss my aunts.

If I can't have them back,
then all I have is you.

Which is great, but...

I don't know anything
about you since you were 9.

It's pretty much I bake
pies and wake the dead.

I live a very sheltered life.

I already lived a sheltered life once.

But it wasn't as sheltered as you think.

Aunt Lily had a very extensive collection of
historic erotica hidden in the milk cellar.

The milk cellar.

The cheese floor, the spooky
place under the house, whatever.

I will pay both of you not to have
this conversation in front of me.

It's not in front of you. It's
to the side and behind you.

You can't ride in the front, Chuck.

Tragically for Jeanine, it
didn't matter where she sat.

There you go. Good as new.

Do I look okay?

Runway ready.

Really?

You don't think these
bandages make me look fat?

Not at all.

That's so sweet.

Is he always this sweet?

I wouldn't know.

Look, some crazy car bomber just
went through a lot of trouble

to keep you from showing us
whatever it is you wanted to show us.

The bodies.

What bodies? The dead bodies?

We already found the dead bodies.

No.

The ones in the big hole.

How sad.

Why would somebody do this?

One way to find out.

What is all that?

Each one of these guys is fitted
with a computer hard drive to

record any of the crash-test data.

You bury the dummies, you bury the data.

Couldn't they just erase it?

You never can completely erase anything.

Why are dead people on hooks
and plastic dummies in a grave?

The company must have
switched to cadavers so that

there'd be no permanent record
of the crash-test results,

'cause dead people don't talk...usually.

As the pie maker's brain crackled with

10,000 volts of electricity
and then lost consciousness,

Olive would have no such luck.

Digby, you awake?

I can't sleep, either.

Closing her eyes only made her visions
of the pie maker's late-night date

with the perky brunette from
nowhere more vivid and uncensored.

Yuck.

Olive decided she was
done lying down about this.

We are up.

We are walking.

Look.

Automobile manufacturing
is a dirty business.

Murder was not new for mark chase.

Luckily, body bags keep
things nice and neat.

The facts were these.

Through a series of
crash-test experiments,

Bernard Slaybeck had learned that
the Dandy Lion was a deadly dud.

Bernard begged the president
to cancel the car's launch,

but mark chase had other plans.

Like a smoking gun,

the smoking dummies
would have to be buried.

The company had invested
millions in the dandy lion,

and he knew that keeping
this terrible secret

would still be cheaper than
halting production of the car.

A decision was made,
a cover-up undertaken.

If the dummies had to go, so
would any dummy who got in the way.

As he regained consciousness and
hurtled toward the crash-test wall,

Bernard's only thoughts were of Jeanine

and how he wished he'd
told her he loved her.

Mark Chase's attention to detail and gift
for planning had served him well as a CEO,

And now again as a murderer.

His cover-up complete,
his only thoughts were

that the Dandy Lion SX would bloom
on time and no one would stop him.

The Dandy Lion car is the
culmination of my life's work.

It is a flower-powered phenomenon
borne of a thousand sleepless nights,

intense ritalin abuse, and a
long-sublimated interest in botany.

So what if in the
unlikely but not impossible

event that the car gets up to
a speed of 70 miles an hour,

with the headlights on
and the seat warmer on low,

a short-circuit in the radio
causes a cataclysmic chain reaction

that blows the car and its precious
human cargo to smithereens?!

As mark chase continued his monologue,

unaware that it was completely inaudible

from within the sealed
body bags within the car,

Chuck pondered why it was
she always seemed to die

just as things were
starting to get good.

Son of a bitch.

What?

And though he couldn't hear her,

Ned suddenly wanted to
tell her everything --

pet peeves and favorite
foods, his fears, his dreams,

and all the pure joy she
had brought into his life.

Sayonara.

This was the end all over again.

Goodbye.

Emerson Cod did not
like to knit in public,

but he often left the house
with the needles in his pocket,

should the opportunity to
rib-stitch a ski cap present itself.

Drive!

If only the pie maker had
heard the killer exclaim

that the Dandy Lion SX was much more
than an eco-friendly car of the future.

If only he'd heard it was also a
deathtrap, a dandelion-fueled time bomb.

Come on.

Just a little faster.

Can't this car go any faster?!

Some car of the future this is!

I thought the car of the
future was supposed to fly.

What the hell happened to flying cars?

In the unlikely but not impossible event
of reaching the speed of 70 miles an hour

with the headlights on and
the seat warmer set to low,

a short-circuit in the radio would
set off a cataclysmic chain reaction

that would blow the car and its
precious human cargo to smithereens.

Jeanine had been the first
unfortunate victim, and now...

Watch out!

The pie maker had never
been so happy to see Olive.

Olive had never been so
happy to see the pie maker.

You okay?

I am now.

Whatever the pie maker had been doing that
night did not seem especially romantic.

Can you help us get
out of these body bags?

Sure.

Mark Chase's chase had come to an end.

His plan foiled and the
police now closing in,

the car maker tried to flee,

only to discover he was out of gas.

Unlike the pie maker and his friends,

the Dandy Lion car company did not survive
once its dark secrets were revealed.

Those responsible were
punished for their wicked ways.

dandy liar sentenced to
dandy life behind bars

Others, strengthened by the news that
their loved ones had not died in vain,

reached out for the help

and round-the-clock surveillance by a
nutrition professional that they needed.

And Emerson Cod realized he would
not be not knitting anytime soon,

as the dead girl,

who was not dead,

appeared to be staying put...

A fact the pie maker celebrated.

Not giving up, Digby.

Get in.

The front?

You did this?

You can drive now, too, if you want...

but I kind of love driving.

Really?I didn't know that about you.

What is that?

It's for, um...

steering emergencies.

He lied.

Perfect.

That's what I thought.

She lied, too.

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