All language subtitles for Pushing Daisies - 01x08 - Bitter sweets.WEBRip.x265-Kontrast.English.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

Previously on "pushing daisies"...

Young Ned had a special gift

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

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

Any longer, and someone else
had to die.

And there was one more thing
he had to learn --

first touch, life.

Second touch, dead again forever.

But as young ned
grew into the pie maker,

this gift proved to be most useful

in the untimely death
of his childhood sweetheart, Charlotte Charles.

are you in love with her?

You only got a minute.
I know.

60 seconds.

I know what if you didn't
have to be dead?

You can't touch me.

So a kiss is out of the question?

you touch murder victims,

you ask who killed them,
you touch them again,

they go back to being dead,
and then you collect the reward?

That's it in a nutshell.

Might I make an observation?

Compliment or criticism?

A neutral thought, I would say.

It's neither complimentary
nor critical.

Neutral thought gives me pause.

You seem decidedly unhappy.

What are you beating at?

An offer to
repair your espresso machine.

http://subland.5286.cn

Pushing Daisies Season01 Episode08

sync:СÂú À♪ÀÇÀË

the motto of the Longborough school for boys
was "institutum superior omnibus,"

or "tradition over all."

but on this morning,

whether it was the topic of flight
or the brandy in the teachers parlor,

Mr. Gault threw tradition to the wind

and let the students
choose their own lab partners.

Young ned, however,
found his chosen for him.

Eugene Mulchandani was
an exchange student from Gorakhpur,India.

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

But beneath Eugene's headgear
thrived an active imagination

and a useful gift
for aeronautical model building,

as well as the hope
that someone might not dislike him

for the simple fact
that he was different.

Young ned found himself breaking
with his own tradition and,

in a moment of passion...

He fought back.

For the first time
since his father dropped him off,

young ned made a friend.

In the surge of emotion,

he forgot his mother had died,
his father had left him,

and that he missed the girl
named chuck.

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

Eugene Mulchandani fled
in a flurry of saliva and fear.

Eugene would eventually
forget young ned's mistake

and chalk it up to magic leaves.

But young ned
would never forget

that happiness born of passion
is always short-lived.

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

Good morning.

Which terrified him.

Morning.

Guess what day it is today.

World hello day.

Oh!

You finally put up
my calendar of obscure holidays.

Yes. And hola!

That's española.

Merhaba, selamat pagi, o si yo.

That's Turkish,Indonesian,
and Cherokee.

Although the Indonesian really says "good day,"
which I think is much better than "hello," '

cause what does that say?

That says,
"I’m here. Your turn to talk."

kind of selfish.

What?

Nothing.

the pie maker wished to express to chuck
exactly how intense his feelings were for her.

Am I your boyfriend?

And I realize "boyfriend" and "girlfriend"
are familiar, trite labels.

If convention were something you soaked in,
"boyfriend" would be dripping with it.

But we've never actually said it, and I think
we need to define the relationship.

But, um, it may be helpful
in a familiar, trite way --

the way on a holiday
created to sell greeting cards,

it's still kind of nice
to get a card.

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

Yes.

You never said what today is.

Thank you.

Today my daddy's birthday.

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

the mention of chuck's father
sent the pie maker's thoughts spinning.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

the meaning of "nothing" was

"I never told you that
I inadvertently killed your father"

olive Snook had told the pie maker

she was happy for his happiness
with the girl named chuck,

but upon hearing
the word "boyfriend,"

she unexpectedly found her sadness
spinning into anger.

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

Olive.

Huh?

Where are all the customers?

You got me.

I am a customer.

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

Fredo.

Alfredo, when did you come in?

Before, when you
opened the door for me

and I asked how you were,
then you said you were fine.

Then I asked for a macchiato,
and you said,"coming right up

so,I guess you'll
still want that.

Yes, please.

This case is easy money.

You told me that already.

It's my fault
chuck's father's dead.

You told me that already.

I should just tell her.

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

I can't keep lying to her.

You ain't lying.

The only way you're lying is
if she asks the question,

"hey, did you kill my father
when you brought your mother back,"

"which I didn't know about,
because you never told me?"

Don't tell her.

Hey. Have you guys heard?

The most amazing new candy shop
is opening up across the street.

It's amazing.

Who are you?

I'm just some guy who's telling everybody
about it 'cause it's so amazing.

Seriously, everybody,
you got to check this out.

Do you work for the candy store?

No. I'm just some guy.

"some guy"?

Yeah. Some guy who sure loves candy.

Be sure to tell everyone you know.

See ya.

Oh, no. See?

This is how it all es.

Some weird guy comes in saying stuff
that don't make no sense.

And by the time your head realizes,
"hey, this weird guy don't make no sense,"

your guts are all over the window.

Here.

So, did ned tell you he's my boyfriend?

Yeah.

You two are gonna love this case.

the facts were these --

one Tony Dinapoli --
26 years, 9 weeks, 2 hours, and 10 minutes old

-- was found strangled to death
in his friend's apartment.

His girlfriend,Tina Arongino,
was arrested at the scene

for the murder the police described
as a typical crime of passion.

I freakin' loved tony.

You got to help me,Emerson cod.

I didn't do it.

with the evidence stacked against her,
Tina Arongino hired Emerson cod.

How you doin'?

Uh, do you know how you're doing?

I'm dead, right?

Your girlfriend murder you?

Hell, no.

Me and Tina were mad
for each other.

She friggin' loved me.

It was Burly Bruce Carter
who strangled me.

This burly Bruce, did he
have congenitally dainty hands?

'Cause those strangle marks
were made by a petite female

with rounded, crimson,
french-tipped nails.

He used his girlfriend's hands
to kill me.

I don't know
what to do with that.

His girlfriend's a doll --
not like you're a doll.

, she's a doll doll,
like life-sized and plastic.

You mean she's not real?

Don't tell Bruce that.

That was my mistake.

Bruce invited me and Tina
over for a double date.

I got to Bruce’s place
before Tina did.

When he showed me the doll
and said it was his girlfriend,

I let him have it.

Then he kind of flipped out.

So you're saying the murder weapon
was a life-size-human doll?

At's what I’m sayin'.

Got a phone number, sweetie?

Do you mind?

What about friggin' Tina?

I'm dead, ain't I?

No.

Now you're dead.

Oh, my gosh.

Well, that was a crime of passion.

What?

It was a minute.

I'm having a hard day.

olive found herself in a cloud
of steamed milk and self-pity,

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

Is compromised, because a traveling salesman
isn't such a thing if he does not travel.

As any nontraditional-remedy salesman knows,

resistance to the novel and the unconventional
is marbled through this country like gristle.

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

Were you talking?

I have to go back on the road soon.

It may be a long time before I return.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course.

If you loved me...
Yes.

And we could never,
ever, ever touch,

wouldn't you eventually
get over it and move on,

letting someone else have the slightest hope
that you might move on to them?

If I loved you?

Yeah.

Then I would love you in any way I could.

And if we could not touch,
then I would draw strength from your beauty.

And if I went blind,

then I would fill my soul

with the sound of your voice
and the contents of your thoughts

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

Eh, forget it.

Mr. Carter?

Mr. Bruce carter?

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

Maybe that is his truth.

It's just different from our truth.

The truth ain't like puppies --
a bunch of them running around,

you pick your favorite one truth,
and it's come a-knockin'.

But let's just say he's got his own truth,
and he's grown attached to it.

Marry that with a short fuse
and a violent temper,

and what you get is --

What do you want?

That crazy broad Tina tryin' to
pin this on me?

'Cause she came in screamin',
said Tony had been foolin' around on her.

Then she leapt on him like a cat.

It was over before it started.

The evidence backs me up.

Yeah. On that subject --

Mr. Carter,
you are a big, tough guy,

and I have no doubt you could
make mincemeat out of all of us

if what you needed
was more mincemeat.

But the shoes by the door
and the daffodils on the table

and the smell of garlic pasta
coming from the kitchen...

Maybe I got a girlfriend.

That so hard to believe?

And sheila's got nothin'
to do with this.

Yeah. Uh, when you say "sheila"

-- did sheila witness
the murder of tony Dinapoli?

I'm done talkin'.

Youse need to leave now.

But if she saw something
or did something, we understand.

You're just trying to protect her
'cause you love her.

It wasn't sheila's fault, okay?

It was mine.

Take me.

I never should have put her
in that situation.

it's okay. Okay.

Sheila!Sheila, baby!

You can come out.

The jig's up.

It's okay.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

She's probably too scared.

the information Emerson cod gave the police
led to further investigation of

tony Dinapoli's real murder
due to unreal circumstances.

Tina Arongino was released.

Burly Bruce carter was detained
by local authorities, awaiting his trial.

Sheila!

I love you!

sheila the doll was also detained.

Olive, having been detained by her own
angry thoughts for long enough,

had escaped to
sample something sweeter.

Welcome.

Bitter much?

I'm sorry?

Sweets taste sweeter
with a bite of the bitter.

Welcome to Balsam's Bittersweets
Taffy & Sweets Emporium.

- Bitter much?
- Yes.

Actually, bitter very much.

Aren't you 'some guy'?

You're a pie holer.

Billy Balsam, co-owner.

Hi.

I-i thought we should bring pie.

- That's what new neighbors do.
- So sweet.

You are so sweet.

A girl could get a cavity
just standing next to you.

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

Who's Dilly?

Bitter much?

Pie holers,I’d like you to meet my sister
and the queen of candy, Dilly Balsam.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Dilly balsam.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm ned.

He's the lord of the pies.

Oh, f course!

That little pie place
with the quaint crust roof.

I do hope billy apologized
for all this commotion today.

If by "apologized," you mean
he pretended to be somebody he's not

so he could lure us
into your sugar shack...

Actually,I think it's really nice to
have a bit of excitement in the neighborhood.

I'm so glad you see it that way.

Do you like excitement, ie man?

the pie maker did not like excitement,
but knew to be polite to a new neighbor.

I feel excitement is so much better
than a lot of things.

Do you know what I find exciting?

Huh?

Com... Pe... Ti... Tion.

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

I don't really see us
as competitors.

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

oh, is what you're smelling
Georgia peach cobbler?

That's exactly it.

Then I’m the guilty Georgia peach.

It's from the pie hole, across the street,
as in "shut your," but one sweet whiff,

and people usually
want to "open their."

that sounds delicious.

Let's go.

Oh.
Um...

Bye.

I'm sorry.

Um...

This is for you.
Happy grand opening.

Hmm.

That was interesting.

I admire
your s-s-s-s-s-s-strategy.

Strategy?

Sorry. My sister stutters
when she's upset.

Why is she upset?

Why are you upset?

Pretty nervy bringing
your p-p-pie up in all my business,

stealing my c-c-c-customers.

Oh,I-I think
this is a misunderstanding.

If you want a w-w-war,
then that's what you'll get.

A war?
No.

A war's what we don't want.

We just came by to say h-h-hello.

Are you making f-f-f-fun of me?

She's eaking out-fray.

What?

Freaking out.

You haven't seen anything.

Ame on-g-g-g-gay.

What?

Game on.

Game on?

Game on!

Now get out!

Oh!

Out.
I --

That should shake them up.

I liked the stuttering.

It was off-putting and odd.

Amateurs.

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

You still think
it's a coincidence?

I don't think someone
purposely damaged our sign to read...

"pie ho."

hello.

That crazy candy lady threatened us.

They're trying to steal all of our business.

We've only had one customer today.

We can't just sit here and do nothing.

Yes, we can.

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

Pie is home.

People always come home.

Come on,Digby. Let's bake some pies.

- Why won't he do anything about this?
- I don't know.

He's been acting strange since yesterday.

Does he seem distant to you?

Would you like to discuss
his fear of intimacy, his dark moods,

that thing he does
when he's lying?

I can be a very good resource
for you on ned,

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

Really?

Why do you want me to care?

Because you really like him.

Wouldn't it just rock 'n' roll if liking
someone meant they had to like you back?

Of course, that'd be a different universe,
and something else would probably suck.

Refill?

This isn't really my shade of lipstick.

I am going to have to cite you for it.

Sight all you want, sweetie.

I'm standing right here in front of you.

I don't think you understand.

Andrew Brown, health inspector.

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

Not if it's a surprise inspection.

Surprise!

Wh--

effective hair restraint...

Not worn.

Live animal found
in the facility's food area.

You need to open this.

Wait. I can explain what's in there.

Uh... No,I can't.

But you should definitely wait anyway.

It's okay.

We never use this room.

Yes, we do.

I do -- sometimes.

Open the door.

Please.

Oh!

olive Snook was unaware

that the pie maker could bring dead fruit
back to life for his pies.

Why is this room
filled with rotten fruit?

That inspection was no accident.

We are being attacked
by a vicious nutbag.

We need to retaliate with a swift
and overwhelming show of force.

I don't retaliate.

I'm not a retaliator.

You let your emotions get away from you,
and everything falls apart.

You really believe that, don't you?

Yes.

I've seen it happen.

She's coming to get us.

That's exactly
what I’m talking about.

Nobody's coming to get anybody.

But she is.

Yeah?

We need to talk.

You're not welcome here.

Of course she is.

All are welcome.

Uh, would you like
a slice of triple berry?

Oh, thank you.

You teach me something, pie baker.

Olive.

I wanted to apologize
for my outburst yesterday.

It was inappropriate.

Thank you.
And I’m sorry for pretending to be a stutterer.

you were pretending?

That's mean,
and it's disrespectful.

I like to mislead my competition --

encourage underestimation
with the idea that I have an impediment.

But I know that stuttering
can be a very serious disorder,

and I only chose to mimic it
because I'm legally blind.

She's doing it again.

You need to leave.

Oh, come on.

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

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

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

Why can't we both win?

Because I like your crust roof,
your square footage, and your corner location,

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

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

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

No.

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

You've shown yourself to be
vulnerable and careless competitors,

so you can count on more surprise inspections
and disruptions to your business.

Why are you doing this to us?

What I see,I want.

What I want, I take.

Nothing scares me.

I've looked death in the eye

and survived to open
a successful candy franchise.

Can you say that?

Actually, yes.

Not the "candy franchise" part, but --

I won't let you
bully me into a fight, dilly.

That's not how I settle things.

Then you'll lose.

Thanks for the pie.

What is up with that...

Witch?

What was up with that witch
was this --

Dilania "Dilly" Balsam
and brother Billy's lives

were turned upside down
when their parents died of bird flu.

Dilly felt adrift,

until she resolved
to confront her greatest fear.

She set out across bodega bay,

determined to look the killers of her parents
in their beady-eyed, feathered faces.

Then, just as she was
about to reach the other side,

her worst nightmare.

Dilly balsam survived the attack,

to be rescued by a local merchant,
who offered her a very sweet treat.

She realized that her love of taffy

and fear of nothing
would serve her well in business.

And Balsam's bittersweets
taffy & sweets emporium was born.

What?

You think I should do something.

We're just saying.

No

You let your anger win
and you engage the crazy person,

then you're no different
than they are.

People say, "hey. Look at that.
There's two crazy people fighting."

I will not engage.

Yeah, but if you don't engage,

pretty soon, people will start saying,

"hey, look at that crazy person eating that guy
just sitting there, doing nothing."

we've got to give her
a dose of her own medicine.

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

Revenge never works.

I got to go.

Me too.

Well, this can't end well.

Didn't think you'd do this.

Thought you were
all goody-good, apple pie, and baseball.

Well, only insofar as I know
how to use a baseball bat

to make someone's face
look like an apple pie.

I am sorry about ned.

Well, not about ned,
but about upsetting you.

I thought you were okay about it.

So did I.

Go, go, go, go,
go, go, go, go, go!

Here's what we're not gonna do.

We're not gonna
start with all this puppy-dog-face,

"get back on your horse
and find a man" crapola.

'Cause maybe you forgot,

but ned was the horse
and you pushed me off.

So maybe, just maybe, I need to get a little angry
before I can be all happy about it.

Okay. I get it.

Thank you.

There's no alarm system.

- Got a credit card?
- Why?

- You know how to pick a lock?
- No.

You're gonna need
to pay for the damages.

Huh?

Cool.

Come on!

Here.

You ready?

- For ned.
- For ned.

Oh.

I hate rats.

So do health inspectors.

We're done here.

Oh, we're so done.

Don't mess with the pie hos.

He cleaned for hours,

yet he could not wipe away the fear
the battle with balsam's bittersweets...

Would only turn more bitter.

Chuck?

I thought you were dilly balsam.

Why are you dressed
like a cat burglar?

Why are you dressed
like a fishmonger?

I'm scrubbing the kitchen.

I was out with olive.

You kn what?
She is really great.

Chuck?

Sorry. My whole body's
pumping with adrenaline.

Are you upset with me?

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

What's freaking me out is

the ruthless woman
trying to shut down the pie hole.

This was true.

It has nothing to do with us.

This was not.

Are you sure you wouldn't
feel better if you just...

Fought back a little?

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

Well, in that case,
olive and I were cowards tonight.

We may have set loose
some inappropriate vermin.

Where are you going?

To clean up another mess.

Ned.

Ned?

The expression
"like a rat in a candy store,"

though slightly less popular,
is equally true.

As ned came to try to
undo what chuck and olive had done,

he found not fighting the fight
was becoming more work than fighting it.

Gross.

Oh.

Oh!

Aah!

Oh.

Not good.

Oh!

Billy?

Billy, were you dead?

Oh!

Wait.

Freeze!

You killed my brother!

Chuck, this place
is crawling with police.

You could be recognized.

She shouldn't be here.

I've been saying that for weeks

I had to come.
This is all my fault.

- It's not your fault.
- Yes, it is --

if I’d have listened to you
when you told me not to retaliate,

you wouldn't have to
clean up all my mess.

I did a terrible thing.

Okay. So it's
a little your fault.

Well, maybe now you're even.

- What do you mean "even"?
- Nothing.

What happened
at the candy shop?

I was collting the rats,

and I was about to leave,
when I saw billy dead in the taffy vat.

Did you...

Yeah.

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

I heard the police, and I...

Him again.

They caught me red-handed.

Well, me and Nancy Shrew
will get you out.

Bye.

I mean, it's a broad generalization,

but my guess,

an attractive man
who makes pies for a living

shouldn't even spend
a short amount of time in prison.

Huh?

Without the pie maker
and with little to go on,

Emerson cod and chuck
set out to seek the truth.

You gonna... Do something?

I am doing something.

But we can't wake him up.

I know that.

Don't you think I know that?

I'm just saying.

It's been a while
since you solved a crime for real --

you know, the old-fashioned way.

I did fine the old-fashioned way,

and I’d do fine now if I could just
think without you blabber-jabbering.

This what you do
when you're in here --

muttering with the bodies?

Bicker and moan?

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

Visible signs.

I like my way better.

What's that?

Cutting the sucker open.

I got to do an autopsy.

Ooh!

Oh, good.

You two check under the hood.

I'm gonna do a full background check
on billy balsam,

see if anybody else wanted
to put him in a permanent candy coma.

Olive...

Olive?

Olive, it's okay.

I brought you a pie.

Thank you.

It has a special filling.

Please take that away.

Oh!

As olive considered
how the inch-thick glass

prevented her from holding
the man she still loved,

she realized that
for the pie maker,

there might always be
an invisible barrier between them.

No known enemies?

Well, that's not good.

You're never gonna believe
what we saw at the au--

how did you know?

Got it.

How'd I know what?

About the finger.

Oh, I learned it early on.

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

Oh, well, it must also be
the "billy balsam bit off his killer's finger,

'cause we found it in
his stomach at the autopsy" symbol.

- A real finger?
- Uh-huh.

Good -- all we got to do is

lift a print off that finger
and match it to who done it

and get our boy out the slammer.

There's no fingerprint.

The gastric acid in his stomach
ate away at the skin,

erased any trace of a print.

Police say the trail's gone cold.

So whoever killed billy
is walking around with nine fingers,

thinking they got away with murder.

Footloose and finger-free.

The pie maker considered how not
telling chuck the truth about her father

was a lot like
being locked in a prison.

Then he considered
how being locked in a prison

was actually much worse
than some silly metaphor about truth.

Hey, baker boy.

You got a new roommate.

Burly Bruce?

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

The pie maker was surprised
that here,

perhaps 30 seconds
from his own violent death,

there were no grand revelations,
but rather only one simple thought.

Chuck.

It is you.

But it was the thought
that saved his life.

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

Sheila, right?

It's a funny story.

We met carpooling.

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

Rule is, you need two or more
for the diamond lane,

so I answered a personal
ad in a magazine.

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

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

She never said much.

Then one night,
I’m fixing dinner at my place,

and I think,
"I wonder what she's doing."

so I invite her over.

What the hell?

I did it as a friend, you know?

You know how that is.

Uh, yeah.

Something happened
at that dinner.

I don't know what it was.

The magic of romance, right?

But there was definitely a spark.

We had so much in common.

We talked for hours.

One thing led to another,

and before you know it,
she was basically living with me.

I love her so much.

That's why I took the fall for her.

I know you love sheila, Bruce,

but maybe this is a chance
to move on, find someone...

Full of life.

No. Sheila's my girlfriend.

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

I'll find her again.

The truth could
knock all it wanted,

but burly Bruce would
never open the door.

And maybe that was for the best.

I'm sure sheila
will still be there, Bruce,

waiting for you.

17 miles away,

the search to finger the fingerless killer
of billy balsam continued.

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

Maybe the killer didn't realize
they lost a finger,

so they never
reported it to the hospital.

Hey, yeah.

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

Some amputees have phantom limbs.

They think the severed body part
is still there, even when it's not.

It's like a psychological protection mechanism
to save them from the trauma.

We need to go
back to bittersweets.

We need to get
into the scene of the crime.

How are we gonna
get past dilly?

Hiya.

You got a lot of spunk
coming back here.

I'm surprised you're here.

Yeah, well,
it's what billy would want.

Can I talk to you
for a second in private?

What are you doing?

I mean outside private --
outside.

I know this has been
so hard for you,

and I feel your pain.

It's -- death is the worst.

This dude bit off somebody's finger

and was found
faceup in this taffy.

Which means...

He probably wasn't attacked
from behind.

Right.

So there must
have been a struggle.

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

Hmm?

This table was moved.

Oh.

Wrong kitchen.

You know, marble's
a very interesting stone.

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

So, if it's not cleaned
properly and right away

and someone were to
put their hand on it, say, um...

In the heat of a scuffle...

Then the oils
on their hands should...

Leave imprints on the surface.

Huh. Two hands.

Nine fingerprints.

One taffy-drowning murderer.

I just want you to know that
even though we got off on the wrong foot,

we are still your neighbors,
and we are here for you.

And I realize we may not be able to smile
and wave at each other for a while

because of events
that have occurred.

Yeah, I broke your sign
and called the city health inspector hotline,

and you all killed my brother.

So we agree to disagree on that.

Do you want proof?

Do you want me to show you something
that proves exactly what happened to billy?

Let me show you.

What?
It's an empty car trunk.

- No, it's not.
- Aaaaaaah!

Oh, crap!

Help!

Her hands --

she's wearing mittens.

Put the gun down, lady.

The pie-making murderer
couldn't finish the job,

so he sent his girlfriend
and the muscle to finish me off?

Ned didn't kill anyone,
and you know it.

We're just trying
to find out the truth.

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

Hey, you got 10 fingers.

You're not the killer.

And I don't think
you want to be one, either.

Let us take the evidence
to the authorities.

We'll find out
who really killed your brother.

All right.
You can go.

If you can put
whoever killed my brother behind bars,

I will be happy.

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

Did she just stutter?

Yep.

And take your trunk monkey
with you.

The facts were these --

after olive was freed
from dilly balsam's trunk...

Stinks in there.

The authorities explained
that the time it would take

for the dismembered digit to pass
through the digestive system of billy balsam

and have its fingerprints erased
by the acid contained in the stomach

put the time of death
of one billy balsam hours earlier

than the time the pie maker
was found hovering over the body.

Fingerprint analysis
of the sheet of candy fruit

exposed the nine-fingered culprit
to be none other than...

Andrew Brown, health inspector,

whom, it was revealed
upon further investigation,

had been blackmailing dilly
and billy balsam.

Having paid off the inspector
to conduct a surprise inspection

that led to the pie hole's
temporary shutdown,

Brown had demanded a bribe,

lest he reveal billy and dilly's
dastardly deed and shut them down, too.

Unwilling to be bullied,
Billy Balsam balked.

Aaaaaaaah!

Health inspector Andrew Brown
is now believed to be the number-one suspect

in the murder of balsam's bittersweets
taffy & sweets emporium co-owner billy balsam.

Thanks to the work of
private investigator Emerson cod,

the owner of the local pie hole

has been cleared of all charges
and released from jail.

Authorities are conducting an extensive search
for Andrew Brown, who remains at large.

up next, can apes drive?

We'll find out.

Aaaaaaah!

Dead girl walking.

Walking right toward me.

Are you okay?

Oh.

Sure.

I mean,I am now.

Ned.

Oh

that hug goes doue for me.

Oh, double.
Double hug.

- Olive.
- What?

Oh.

Come on.

Doing this work without you...

Well, it actually ends up
meaning I’m doing a wholelot of work.

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

I just don't like it.

- Glad to be back.
- Hmm.

It's not all that bad
in jail.

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

Everyone talks about
how the truth will set you free,

but burly Bruce was
free to love someone

'cause he was so good at lying to himself
about that doll being real.

Which is to say...

"go, lying."

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

OK.

I'm not gonna
tell chuck about her dad.

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

Oh, wait.

It did.

Well, you were right.

Good night.

Good night.

Welcome home.

Safely home and cleared of
having committed any crime,

the pie maker enjoyed
a celebratory piece of pie

and went up to bed.

Olive.

Fredo.

I knew it was you.

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

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

But most crimes of passion
are actually a crime.

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

It's weird,
but I kind of like it.

I know.
Me too.

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

- I was?
- You were.

It felt like you were with me
the whole time.

I'm so glad you're back.

The pie maker had never felt closer
to another person as he did at that moment.

He felt a rush of emotion
overcome him...

Chuck.

Hmm?

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

I killed your dad.