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Previously on
"Pushing Daisies"...

- You only got a minute.
- I know.

- 60 seconds.
- I know.

What if you didn't
have to be dead?

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.

We haven't seen each other in,
like, 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.

- Who's the funny girl stuck to Ned?
- Childhood sweetheart.

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

I don't like that girl,
not one bit.

We recently lost our niece.

Your niece,
Charlotte Charles, is dead?

Olive, what the hell
are you doing here?

Pie delivery. Tart apple.

Season 1,
Episode 5 - Girth

The season was autumn,
his first year away.

Young Ned is at
boarding school.

The times are not gay.

Tucked away in her lair,
dark, dank, and cool,

stood the postmistress of
the Longborough school.

Every week,
young Ned would hope for a letter,

some contact from home
to make it all better.

But from his father,
there was never a word.

"He's grieving your
mother," they said.

Young Ned would concur.

Then one day before
all hallows' eve,

she gave him the nod.

It was hard to believe.

He was stunned
to be summoned,

guessed what he'd
been given --

Candy corn treats?
Or masks of dead risen ?

But the thing was more
frightening than a demon,

winged or hooved--
a preprinted card from his father.

"We've moved."

Ned ran away.

No one from school
saw him go.

He needed to see what
the postcard would show.

His father's new address was
the place that he sought,

a home to come home to.

In his throat,
his heart caught.

But what came out of the
door scared him for life.

His father with
two brand-new sons

and a brand-new wife.

A hug was what
he wanted,

a wink,
and a quick "the joke's on you."

But what he got instead

was a honeycomb chew.

Happy Halloween.

Now 20 years later,
nearly to the hour,

someone else was
feeling melancholy,

and so very dour.

This is where the
ghosts rise up,

allowed to walk
the ground.

And if you're haunted
by your past,

you best not
stick around.

Hello ?

Ned hates Halloween, you know.

Makes him moodier than
a pumpkin full of PMS.

What ?
Ned doesn't hate Halloween.

I'm pretty sure tomorrow's
his least-favorite day.

In fact, when he sees all this,

you're gonna be one
sorry little zombie.

Seriously, you are so... dead.

So, um,

I guess you delivered
some pies to my aunts.

Yeah, they're sweet.

Probably be a lot sweeter if
they didn't think you were...

murdered.

Did you tell them I was alive ?

Mm, kinda think that might make
their little heads explode.

What was that rhyme?

I scream, you scream,
we all scream

'cause you faked your death.

- You think I faked my death ?
- That's what I just sang.

Unless you have a
better explanation.

The fact that the truth
was too unimaginable

even to be considered
relieved Chuck.

But there were
other problems.

Olive. Chuck.

If one thing scared
the pie maker,

*** of Charlotte "Chuck"
Charles would get out.

Spooky. We don't usually
decorate for Halloween...

This much. Or at all.

Yeah, I'll have them
down in a jiffy.

Chuck just had
her head up her --

No, it's okay. Leave them up.

Probably good for business.
I mean...

Thanks, Chuck.

Ned used to love Halloween.

Yeah. I guess I know
Ned better than you do.

And now I know you
better than Ned does.

So, does Ned know what
you think you know ?

- Not yet.
- Who does ?

Who knows ?

Olive Snook
loved to win.

She celebrated the fact that
the unflappable brunette

who had swept in from nowhere to
steal the pie maker's heart,

might be flappable
after all.

But, as often happens
when one celebrates,

the universe is quick
to even the score.

A sad ending for local
blacksmith Lucas Shoemaker...

Jiminy christmas !

...Who was trampled to
death late yesterday

while working at
Manchester downs.

Police have agreed that
the death was unusual,

considering the victim's
experience with horses,

but they say they do not suspect
any foul play at this time.

In other news,
kittens on parade--

I know the decorations
were a lot of work.

This has always been
my favorite holiday.

Remember when we used to
go trick-or-treating,

gorge ourselves on candy ?

You used to love that.

Why don't you like
Halloween anymore ?

Remember razor
blades in apples ?

Never actually happened,
uh, not once.

Just vicious rumor.

- Are you changing the subject ?
- No.

- Have you seen Olive ?
- Olive ?

I wonder where she went.

Chuck imagined where
Olive might be.

Ladies, I love your tea,
and your house is so cute.

Oh, by the way, Chuck's alive.

- What's wrong ?
- Nothing.

I said "Olive" and your
whole face just went whoosh.

Why don't you like
Halloween anymore ?

Things change. I grew up.

You grew up ?

Are you changing the subject ?
Why the whoosh ?

That's how I look now
when I feel nothing.

My face relaxes into
something that looks nervous.

- Didn't used to.
- Things change.

I grew up.

As the pie maker
walked out one door,

Olive opened another.

As she looked in,

a secret flooded
over her as sharp

and horrible as the day
she had sealed it in.

Check, please.

- Or cash. Cash is good.
- I want to hire you.

Technically, I already have,

since you were so
grabby with the cash.

Think of it as in escrow
between my thighs.

- What's the case ?
- Yesterday,

a farrier named Lucas Shoemaker
was found dead, trampled.

Why should I care about a
dude that sells fur coats ?

Not a furrier.
A farrier. "Air."

- Farrier ?
- It's a blacksmith.

Puts shoes on horses.

Don't try to act like that's
a word everybody knows.

Police are saying
his death was an...

...accident.

- You got reason to think otherwise ?
- I might.

This farrier,
a friend of yours ?

We used to work together.

- He ever put shoes on or off of you ?
- Wasn't like that. We were...

competitors.

- What did you compete about ?
- Promise you won't laugh ?

No.

I used to be a
professional horse jockey.

Shut up !

The facts were these --

for 8 years,
11 weeks, and 4 days,

Olive Snook had
been a jockey.

At the peak of
her career,

she was considered among the best
and brightest of her sport.

Lucas Shoemaker
had also been

a frequent visitor to
the winner's circle.

Then, upon reaching the
age of 45 years, 3 weeks,

4 days, and 4 hours old,

he retired for a
second time...

permanently.

Is this a bad idea,
Olive as a client ?

It's a little too
close for comfort.

Oh, hang on a second.
Let me ask the money.

Hey, money, it's me, Emerson.

I'm good. I'm good.
Yeah, thanks for asking.

Say, can I still pay my
bills and buy stuff with you,

even though you was
Olive's money first ?

Yeah.

Okay, then. Thanks.

The money don't care.
Touch him.

Hi.

Hi.

This may seem like
asking the obvious,

but were you
trampled by a horse?

Yeah.

(He mumbles stuff)

They put a bomb
in your daybed ?

No. Bomb (Then mumbles again).

- John Joseph Jacobs killed you ?
- Yeah.

How can you understand him ?

I was in full orthodontic
headgear for three years.

- When ?
- Puberty.

You always had nice teeth.

My aunts told me it was
a form of birth control.

- (And mumbles something that sounds like "Oh, that sucks"?)
- Yes, it did suck.

Can we get on with this,
please ?

So, you're sure John
Joseph Jacobs killed you ?

I assure you, Mr.
Shoemaker, justice will be served.

Wait. Except...

Here it is. Except what ?

He's dead.

W-who's dead ?

John Joseph Jacobs,
he died seven years ago. I saw it.

John Joseph Jacobs died seven years ago.
He saw it.

- His gope kill me.
- His goat killed you ?

Gope.

Gope.

And he's going to kim agem.

That sounded like... a ghost.

A ghost killed him.

And he's going to kill "agem."

Most people hear 'ghost',
and they think of

a disembodied dead sea
captain or something. But

there's actually an entire
spectrum of ghosts.

I'm fine with dead sea captain.

You don't really believe a ghost
killed Lucas Shoemaker, do you ?

I'll bet she does.

How do you know there's not
a ghost somewhere right now

telling his ghost friend,
"you don't really think there's a guy

who can touch dead people back to life,
do you ?"

That's not fair.

Just because there's
magic in one place

doesn't mean there's
magic in every place.

I don't believe in
ghosts or witches or

haunted houses or spirits.
And maybe that sounds a little crazy

coming from a guy who can shoot
sparks out of his finger, but

- that's what I believe.
- You used to believe in ghosts.

He used to think my
aunts' house was haunted.

We had a séance
there one night.

- He peed his pants.
- I did not.

I knocked the hors d'oeuvre
plate into my lap,

and the brie was runny.

I'd stick with the
pissing-my-pants story.

Oh, there's Olive.

You were right.
Lucas Shoemaker was murdered.

I knew it.

Word is there could be more.

- Know who else might be in danger ?
- Might be jockeys.

- You got names ?
- Got places. Bar I know.

Bunch of them hang out.

The name John Joseph Jacobs
mean anything to you?

W-w-w-why?

Someone said they
saw his ghost.

It was plain that the
name John Joseph Jacobs

meant everything
to Olive Snook.

That name means
everything to her.

I'm gonna check out who else
knows about this supposed ghost.

Olive said there was a bar.

I'll check out the stables,

see if the perp left
behind any clues.

You mean like protoplasm
or melted crucifixes ?

- Or, you know, real clues.
- Did he say "perp" ?

He did. Isn't he cute ?

I'll come with you if you like.

Actually, I'd rather go alone.

Besides, I think
Emerson needs you.

What ?

Don't kick me.

Did you just kick
him under the table ?

No. Yes.

There's just something
else I got to do.

- Case related ?
- Yes. No.

In fact, I probably won't
even make it to the stables.

Fine. I'll go to the stables.

You go to the bar.

You go and do whatever
private, secret,

alone thing you need to
go and do by yourself.

Alone.

She's upset.

But this really is something
I have to do alone.

Telling me helps.

- Where's Olive ?
- Oh, shoot.

The reason 60% of
Olive Snook's blood

had left her head
was this --

For 3 years, 4 months,
and 26 days,

John Joseph Jacobs had been the
golden boy of horse racing.

Win after win on
the world circuit

earned him grander trophies
and greater purses

until he was a sure bet to become
the greatest jockey of all time.

His chance to prove this came
in the race of the century,

pitting the top jockeys of
the day against each other.

But as he was about to
win the jock-off 2000,

John Joseph Jacobs suddenly
found himself... unseated.

His patented early lead,

ideal for winning
but not for falling,

led to his being
unwittingly trampled

by the four other
riders in the race,

including the jock-off 2000's
eventual winner, Olive Snook.

I quit racing the next day,

put the trophy and my winnings
in a safe-deposit box.

I thought if I locked it all away,
I could...

forget.

You think whoever
killed Shoemaker

was looking to get revenge for
John Joseph Jacobs' death ?

- I know it sounds crazy.
- It ain't crazy.

A guy's supposed to win a race,
and then he doesn't.

A lot of angry gamblers
looking for someone to blame.

But why now ?

Seven years is a long
time to nurse a grudge.

What if it is John
Joseph's ghost ?

Well, see, now, that's crazy.

What if he's going
after everybody

who finished the
race where he died ?

Gordon was fourth. Shoe showed third.
Pinky placed second.

I never should have won.

You need another drink.

Barkeep !

Hey, listen, king kong.
I already told you.

You can finish
your beer and go.

We don't want your
kind in here.

Take a breath, big fella.

I'm merely referring to
the sign behind the bar.

Damn it, Pinky McCoy.

I'm trying to save your life.
Will you just calm down ?

The P.I.'s here about shoey.

He just wants to ask
you some questions.

Why do they call you Pinky ?

If you're looking to make
a joke at my expense...

- It's just a question.
- Knock it off, the both of you !

And you put that gun away !

Listen to the little lady.

A bird gun like that

ain't gonna do you no good if
the ghost of John Joseph Jacobs

- comes a-calling for you.
- Shut your trap, Gordon!

You seen this ghost, friend ?

Oh, I've seen him, all right.

He rises from his grave and
walks the stables by night...

Oh, brother.

...Looking for revenge on
the riders who mangled him.

Oh, no. Then it's true.

The ghost of John Joseph
murdered that jockey.

And he'll get the
rest of us, too,

- one by bloody one.
- That's it ! I'm cutting you off !

The only thing that ghost's
a-murdering is my business.

You don't believe me,
you go look at his tomb for yourself.

The lid's been broken

on account of him climbing
out all the time.

Who eats in a tomb ?

There's crackers everywhere.

Whoever it was couldn't have
been here very long ago.

Gordon was right. The lid's been broken,
just like he said.

Maybe John Joseph is
coming back from the dead.

Or someone wants to
give that impression.

Maybe Gordon knows more
than he's letting on.

We got to look inside.

Maybe John Joseph
faked his death.

People do that all the time.

- No, they don't.
- Yeah, they do.

Sometimes they just don't
even try to cover it up.

They just show up

and ruin your life like no
one's ever gonna figure it out.

But then you do figure it out
'cause you're not an idiot.

- Are you an idiot ?
- No, because an idiot

might misunderstand what you're
saying and hit you with a shovel.

I think you know.

I think you're wrong.
Can we do this ?

Oh, you want to do it.

Okay. Yeah.

It's all yours.

1...

2...

Shut up.

...3 !

Sweet secretariat !

Oh, that don't look
like John Joseph.

- A horse with no name.
- Or legs.

Hello?

Hello, is anybody here ?

Nay yourself.

Come on, Digby,
let's go look for evidence.

You know,
if you think about it,

we've already been
murdered once.

How many people or dogs can say that,
huh ?

You know what we are ?

We're the walking
dead on Halloween.

If anyone should be scared,

it should be them.

Oh, look,

someone dropped an oyster --

Emerson!

What are you doing here?

There's a legless skeleton of
a horse in John Jacob's tomb,

- and Olive knows you're dead.
- First of all, huh?

And secondly,

Olive thinks that
I faked my death,

which is completely different
to knowing that I'm dead.

Yeah, different like
purple and mauve.

I was sending pies to my aunts.

I didn't know Olive
was gonna deliver them.

This is exactly what
Ned was afraid of.

Now she can ruin everything.

I hope he's okay,
wherever he is.

At that moment,

the pie maker found himself
across town and across time.

Happy Halloween.

Dad's heart had done what
it needed the most.

It moved on and
never looked back,

till Ned was nothing...

but a ghost.

So, the ghost ran away,

one thought in
his head --

to go back to
his old house

and lie down in his bed.

But you can't go back in time,
any ghost can see.

So, he laid down where
his bed used to be.

20 years went by.

Paint chipped,
grass grew.

Young Ned never forgot,

and young Ned grew, too.

So he came back to haunt the
house where good times were had

till the times, they'd marched on,
and with them, dad.

Hey, kid, throw another egg,
and you have my word,

it'll be the last
egg you ever throw.

That's right.
Run, you little bastards.

Well, whoever killed Shoemaker

obviously wants to give the
impression he's John Joseph's ghost.

Stealing his body must
be part of the plan.

Got it.

The mother may not know
anything about her son's body

- being missing, so tread lightly.
- Anything else ?

- Yeah.
- Sorry I'm late.

Hansel and Gretel would
have lived a lot longer

if they had had to
find this dump.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Olive's coming.
She knows the woman.

Great.

You know, Hansel and Gretel lived,
by the way.

Once they tricked the
witch into the oven,

they stole her jewels,

went home with their father,
only to discover that their stepmother,

who had sent them into the woods,
had died of evilness.

- You can't die of evilness.
- Happens all the time.

You do something mean or
hurtful to someone, like

tell a secret --
Bang! You are dead.

Or bang!
You're not really dead.

You're just pretending
to be dead,

while other people who think
you're dead are heartbroken.

Or, bang, you talk too much,
and you both go wait in the car.

Oh. Hello.

Olive !
I never thought I'd see you again.

Well, you're a modest dresser,
as always.

I do hope you'll
forgive all the mess,

but the hall of fame is remodeling
their exhibit on Johnny.

And they asked me to go
over all of his trophies.

- Congratulations, Mrs. Jacobs.
- Thank you.

It's probably just as well
that you trampled him

when you did, Olive,

or else I would have
had to buy another house

just to put all
the trophies in.

- I know that must sound a little --
- Bitchy.

What did you say
your name was ?

Brandon ? Butch ?

- Chuck.
- Chuck.

Oh, I knew it was
something unladylike.

My point was that
I have made peace

with Johnny's death.

It wasn't easy at first,

but knowing that it
was an accident,

and that you've stayed single

and that all the rest
of them are drunks,

it made it a little easier.

How do you know
I'm still single ?

Well, you wouldn't
need all that bait

if your belly were
full of fish, dear.

- That's a big trophy.
- Yes,

that one belongs to me.

This is Johnny's
final resting place.

- His ashes.
- His ashes ?

Then what did you
bury at his funeral ?

- All the gold.
- His horse.

You see,
Johnny always wanted to give the horse

that made his career
a hero's burial,

but the health department
wasn't too keen on that,

so I did it in secret.

I want you to know,
Mrs. Jacobs,

I never spent the
winnings from that race,

until now, to hire Mr.
Cod to help solve this awful murder.

I do forgive you, Olive Snook.

The fall was an accident.

I can't blame you
for not slowing down.

Johnny never did.

Well, I guess that explains
the horse skeleton.

- But not the murder.
- Or the ghost.

I think John Josh's come back,

and he's coming after every
one of us who was in that race.

- And I think she knows it.
- But you didn't do anything.

And she forgave you.

As the little voice
in Olive's head

told her something bad
was about to happen...

We need to check on Pinky.

We're closed!

...The not-so-little voice in
Pinky mccoy's head agreed.

Unaware that his friends were
closing in on the trail

of what appeared to be
a murderous ghost,

the pie maker continued
to haunt his own past.

Halloween's a busy time for us.

Some of the neighborhood children
started a rumor we were witches.

They said we turned
little boys into birds.

That's... terrible.

Help me. Help me.

They turned me into a bird.

Scares the willies out of them.

Lily, Vivian,

do you remember very
much about my father ?

Uh, no.

A neighbor's a neighbor.
Hard to remember so long ago.

He was a handsome man.

And he liked to edge
his lawn on Saturdays.

Your father was a jackass.

Everybody said how
terrible it was

when he moved away like that.

You ask me, he did us all a favor,
you included.

The pie maker stared at
the ripe strawberry

that had turned rotten at
the touch of his tongue.

It could only mean one thing.
He had touched it before.

Where did you get this pie ?

We thought you were
having them delivered.

Comes every week.

I don't know how we
survived without it.

It's like a sex addiction.

I would imagine.

The pie maker realized Lily and
Vivian had their own ghost.

Oh, if this is that Armenian baker
pulling some kind of switcheroo --

No. No. It's me.

I'm sending them.

I just figured you could
use a little sweetness

in these hard times.

I, uh...

I really got to go.

Ned, wait.

Ned.

- Your father --
- I know.

He was emotionally stunted,
afraid of getting close.

Definitely not the
best at goodbyes.

"Jackass" is as
good a word as any.

Then why do I still miss him?

We see what we want to see.

Sometimes

I put pillows under the
covers of Charlotte's bed

and pretend she's sleeping.

I miss her, too.

Nobody remembers
your father, Ned.

What they do talk about
is how you turned out

to be such a nice,
wonderful boy.

Man, even.

I'll keep the pies coming.

As the pie maker
started off,

he realized that,
for the first time in his life,

he missed something
more than his past.

He missed his present.

Where have you been ?

Not important.

It's important to me.
I missed you.

I missed you, too.

Can we get on with this,
please ?

Olive.

Come on. Let's go outside.

We'll let Emerson and
Ned look for evidence.

Come on.

Aw, crap.

I need a drink.

All right, who did this ?

Wouldn't have believed if I hadn't
seen it with my own eyes --

Same silks, same goggles,
same as the day he died.

- The ghost did it.
- Finally got his revenge.

Not that I don't deserve it,

as I'm the one who
gave him the snip.

What snip ?

Let's just say I played the
ponies better than I rode them.

- You bet on your own races.
- Only the ones I fixed.

You see Olive,
you tell her I'm sorry.

She don't deserve
what's coming to her.

What's she got coming to her ?

It's pretty clear John
Joseph's come back

because he knows how we
all kept the secret.

- What secret ?
- Make yourself comfortable.

It's quite a story.

Son of a bitch.

- Olive !
- Olive !

As Olive was confronted
with the lie

that Pinky had briefly
revived to point the finger,

she broke down.

The facts were these --

In the pandemonium that followed
the tragedy-marred jock-off 2000,

the four surviving jockeys,
Pinky, Lucas, Gordon, and Olive,

gathered in secret.

One of them had deliberately
cut the fallen jockey's girth.

John Joseph Jacobs
had been sabotaged.

Accusations flew.

But to protect
their own honor,

and that of their
storied profession,

the heinous crime would
never be revealed to anyone.

- Olive tried to protest...
- No.

...But she
was overwhelmed.

The oath to keep the
terrible secret was taken

and the
evidence destroyed.

You're in a lot of danger.

I'm sorry I didn't tell
you about the girth.

Why would you spend all those
years lying for each other ?

We took an oath.

I was scared for what
would happen if I broke it.

Sometimes you have
to keep a secret,

even if it means
hurting someone.

Exactly. Damn it.

Bottom line is,
someone wants to get payback either

'cause they found
out about the secret,

or because they knew
about it all along

and want it to go away forever.

That only leaves
Gordon and you.

I didn't do it,
and it certainly wasn't Gordon.

We got to find Gordon
before somebody else does.

But if it is a ghost...

I'm getting the car.

All I'm saying,

if this is some spirit trying
to correct a terrible wrong,

then you need to confront
it and tell it to move on.

If I were a ghost,

it would be hard for
me to move on, too.

I'm sure it would be.

Keep the curtains closed

and the windows locked
for the rest of the night.

Yes, sir.

- Be careful.
- I will. You too.

Lock the door behind me
and don't let anyone in.

I love in-charge Ned.

You really don't have to stay.
I can totally take care of myself.

- You're not scared ?
- No.

Why ? Are you?

No.

I'll make some tea.

And I'll get the booze
to take the edge off.

- Bourbon, with a splash of chamomile.
- Aunt Lily's favorite.

Hey, Olive...

Thank you for
respecting my secret.

I'd never do this to my
aunts if I didn't have to.

I won't tell Ned.
I'll leave that up to you.

I keep the booze by my bed.

John Joseph.

If you're...

scared of a ghost, confront it.

Hey, Olive,
I love your horsey mugs.

Olive ?

Olive ?!

Olive ?!

It is you!

John Joseph Jacobs.

It's really you ?

- Oh, nice shot.
- Are you okay ?

I found this
outside the window.

I gave this to
John Joseph Jacobs

right before the jock-off
2000 for good luck.

Olive ?

John Joseph,
I thought you were dead.

You should be ashamed
of yourself...

...and about two feet shorter.

Let me explain.

The facts were these --

John Joseph Jacobs had indeed died
on the track that fateful day.

Clear !

But the shock of 1,200 volts
brought his heart back to life.

Unfortunately, his legs
would not be so lucky.

Consulting with
the family,

the doctors turNed to another
racer who had fallen that day.

After a 14-hour surgery,

all the gold
would live on...

below the belt of
John Joseph Jacobs.

We thought you were a ghost.

Well, I've basically been
living in mama's basement

for the past seven years.

When I heard you talking about
Shoemaker through the heating vent,

- I thought I was dreaming.
- Did you kill him,

- John Joseph Jacobs ?
- Of course not.

Why would I want to kill anybody
if it was just an accident ?

Then who would be
trying to frame you ?

I don't know.

Truth is, I've done my best

to forget that whole
chapter of my life.

I guess I kind of
tried that, too.

Can we go back a little ?

You have, um, horse legs ?

It's called xenograft
bone transplantation.

Those doctors were artists.

It only took two years

until I could walk up the
basement stairs on my own,

and only another three
until my mama let me.

I'm so sorry your mom
keeps you in the basement.

No, it's my choice now.

I feel safe down there.

Besides, since the operation,

mama thought I
might scare people.

Is that why you've been
hiding in the basement ?

- John Joseph, you look great.
- And you beat death.

You're alive.

Don't you owe it to your horse
to stand up on his two legs

and get out there and live ?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it's time
to tell my mother

I'm ready to get
out there on my own.

I mean, geez, I'm almost 40.

John Joseph,
do you want us to help you talk to her ?

That would be great.

Oh, and I kind of
need a ride home.

My mama's still at
her aqua therapy.

Make yourself at home.

Oh. Thanks !

- Hey. Hey.
- What ?

If John Joseph didn't do it,

then the killer's
still out there.

Swizzle sticks!
We're out of crackers.

- Crackers ?
- Oyster crackers.

I have low blood sugar.

I kind of get crazy-grumpy
if I don't watch it.

I have more bags downstairs.

- This trophy bugs me.
- Olive, there --

there were oyster crackers
at every murder scene.

If he's alive,

then what do you think
she keeps in here ?

I don't know, but hurry up and
open it before he comes back.

What if he changes when his
blood-sugar level drops ?

- Like a hypoglycemic werewolf ?
- Hurry up !

There are ashes in here.

What if he's gonna
go get his horse ?

- Olive !
- Look !

It's John Joseph
Jacob's saddle.

- He does know the secret.
- Yes.

As Olive prepared to be the
ghost rider's third victim,

Gordon considered the sober
prospect of being the fourth.

And never brought to mind...

Ccan you not sing ?

If I don't sing, I throw up.

Sing.

I miss Pinky.

I even miss Shoey.

They were good people.

Even after Shoey

got on the wagon and
became an epic bore,

I loved him.

He stopped drinking ?

That poor sucker.

He even made amends to John
Joseph's mother before he died.

What do you mean "made" ?

Told the old bag of
nails everything.

He even brought her the ashes
from the saddle to prove it.

Go.

Mama Jacobs,
you killed Lucas and Pinky ?

As far as anyone knows,
it was the ghost of John Joseph,

and it's gonna stay that way.

The crackers were a nice touch.

Hypoglycemia is
hereditary, sweetie.

I trampled them just
the way they did my boy.

- But John Joseph is alive.
- They murdered his career.

He could've won
the triple crown.

He could've been the
best there ever was.

Olive is innocent.
She didn't cut the girth.

But I kept the secret.

Now that we've reestablished
why I need to kill you,

it's time for you to run.

I have found that trampling
works better at a full gallop.

Come on !

This way. This way.

Come on. Come on.

They're not there.

The woods !

Come on.

Watch out.

Oh, my ankle.

Here! Here,
put your arm around me.

You got it. You got it.

Go. Go.

Lean on me.

Hurry ! Hurry !

Are you okay ?

Are you okay ?

- Run. Save yourself.
- No. No.

She's after me, not you.

Tell Ned I love...

...his pies.

But -- Olive !

Olive !

Over here ! The old gray mare,

she ain't what she used to be

ain't what she used to be...

Olive!

I love you, shovel.

- Are you okay ?
- You saved me.

Hey, di--

Olive! Olive !

Ned ?

Chuck ?

Though Olive Snook had won
the race for her life,

in the race for the
pie maker's heart,

she had, once again,
placed second.

As for mama Jacobs,

this race would
be her last.

She had always seen
her son as a winner

and could not see him
as anything else.

Her murderous grip on the
past landed her a trip

to a private
museum for one.

Olive offered John Joseph the
trophy from the jock-off 2000

she felt was
rightfully his.

Oh, I couldn't possibly.

He took it...

as well as the
unspent purse,

which he
happily accepted.

I'm so glad you
brought me back here.

Ned: I haven't been
back in a long time.

I had to confront
a ghost today.

Whose ghost ?

My own.

I know about the pies, Chuck.

- Did Emerson tell you ?
- No.

Olive ?

Olive ?

- I mean, you're not mad ?
- No.

I understand.

Come on,
there's something you got to do.

Is that clock right ?

It's 2:00 in the A.M.

I'll get my gun.

And I'll get the candy bowl.

Trick or treat.

Thanks to Raceman
for the transcript

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