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Previously on Pushing Daisies...

You only got a minute.
60 seconds.

I know.

What if you didn't have to be dead?

You touch murder victim, 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 wanna know about me?
I wanna know everything about you.

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"

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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 Longburrow 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
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 think 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...

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?

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, 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

it was that the sercret
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.

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

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,

not once.
Just vicious rumor.

Are you changing the subject?

No.

Have you seen Olive?

Olive?

I wonder where she went.

Chuck imagine where Olive might be.

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

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.

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, friend of yours?
- 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 profesional 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.

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. Ugh.

This may seem like asking the obvious,

but were you trampled by a horse?

Yeah.

They put a bomb in your daybed?

John joseph jacobs killed you?

- Yeah.
- How can you understand him?

I was in full orthodontic headge
for three years.

When?

- Puberty.
- You always had nice teeth.

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

Yes, it did suck.

Can we get on with this, please?

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

Yeah.

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 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, don't really think there's a guy
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 seance 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.

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- why?

Someone said they saw his ghost.

It was plain that the name
John Joseph Jacobs

meant every thing 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.

A raison 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.

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 arudge.

What if it is John Joseph's ghost?

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!

Listen, King Kong. I already told
you. You can finish your beer and go.

- We don't want your kind in here.
- Hey!

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 heats 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?

Yeah.

You want to do it.

Okay. Yeah.

1...

2...

- Shut up.
- ... 3!

Sweet secretariat!

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?

You know what we are?

We're the walking dead on halloween.

If anyone should be scared,

it should be them.

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?

And secondly,
Olive thinks that

I faked my death, which is complely
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 need 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?

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.

- You're dead.
- Or...

You're not really dead.
You're just pretending to be dead,

while other people are heartbroken.

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

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.

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 Joseph'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?

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.

If this is that Armenian baker

pulling some kind of switcheroo...

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.

Wait.

- 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?

Come on.
Let's go outside.

We'll let Emerson and Ned
look for evidence.

Come on.

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.

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 sotaged.

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?

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.

Hey.

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.

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.

It is you!

John Joseph Jacobs.

It's really you?

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.

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...

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 gre-at.

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.

And I kind of need a ride home.

My mama's still at her aqua therapy.

Make yourself at home.

Thanks!

- Hey! Hey!
- What?

If John Joseph didn't do it,
then the killer's still out there.

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 was oyster crackers
at every murder scene.

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?

Hurry up!

There are ashes in here.

What if he's gonna go get his horse?

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.

Can 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 amends"?

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!
- Wait!

Come on. Come on.

They're not there.

The woods!

Come on.
Follow me.

My ankle.

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.

She's after me, not you.
Tell Ned I love...

... his pies.

But... Olive!

Over here!

The old gray Mary,
she ain't what she used to be,

ain't what she used to be.

I love you, shovel.

Are you okay?

You saved me.

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.

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.

I haven't been back here 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.

I mean, you're not mad?

No.

I understand.

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

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