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We're on the same page.

I wanna team up with you guys.

What? Why? You do? What?

I'm in a bit of a bind
and I could use some backup.

So, what do you say? New best friends?

You wanna team up?
You've been torturing us

- and lying about it.
- Let's not get

all caught up on who lied to who

or which one of us created
an entire fake reality

in order to cause eternal
misery for the others.

That's ancient history.

It was happening until 20 seconds ago.

The point is that...

circumstances have changed.

And now, all of us teaming up
is our best option.

I love being on teams.
Oh, we need a team name.

Um... the Bobcats.

- Great.
- Slow down, ding dong.

He wouldn't offer us a deal
for no reason.

He needs us.

- Why?
- Because, as you said,

you keep beating me.

Look, I built this neighborhood

as a way to torture the four
of you... psychologically...

for thousands of years.

And you keep figuring it out

and taking all the fun out of it.

- Fun?
- Today, there was

a new development
that really chapped my nips.

One of my employees is blackmailing me.

Vicky. She runs the clam chowder place

in the main square.

- A Little Bit Chowder Now.
- Oh, the place

with the... the chowder fountain.

No, that's Pump Up the Clam.

A Little Bit Chowder Now
has the lazy river of chowder.

Ugh! How did we ever think
this was the Good Place?

Vicky thinks that she can
run this neighborhood

better than I can.

And she wants to start
her version in 30 minutes.

I am supposed to reboot you,

erase your memory
and turn control over to her.

How are we supposed to team up with you

if you wipe our memories again?

Easy. I'm not going to.

You're going to act
like you've been rebooted

and pretend that Vicky and the
others are torturing you.

But then, on your own time, in private,

you can study ethics, ogle mailmen,

- do whatever you want.
- Can I play iPad?

- Sure you can, buddy.
- Yes.

Guys, there's no debate here.

My boss gave me two chances
to make this work.

Suffice to say,

I tried more than two times.

If he finds out, we're all in hot water.

Literally. They will boil us.

We will be the main ingredient
in a chowder of pain.

Human meeting. Bedroom. Now.

Oh, yeah, um, that no stair thing,

that was part of the torture.

Let me help you.

Son of a bench.

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- Anyone have any ideas?
- You know, believe it or not,

I actually found myself
in a very similar situation

a few years ago,
except in that instance,

Michael was Javier Bardem

and the Bad Place was
Vanessa Redgrave's panic room.

Okay, stop talking.
Do not talk again for 100 hours.

- What do we do?
- We team up with Michael.

Okay, hot take,
but I like your confidence.

- Tell me why.
- He has a bow tie.

Oh, no.

I always trust dudes in bow ties.

Once, this guy in a bow tie
came up to me

at the gun range
in a Jacksonville bus station

and said he'd give me $600

if I put these weird turtles
in my duffle bag

and brought them to Daytona Beach.

So I hotwired a swamp boat to Daytona

and the guy paid me the $600.

My point is, you always
trust dudes in bow ties.

Ahh!

Look, Michael's a liar.

I know liars.

It was my job to trick people

into buying fake medicine

and I was the top salesperson

- seven years in a row.
- I thought you only

- worked there five years.
- Proves my point!

This is a trick.

- There's no way we trust him.
- I agree.

He could be lying
about this whole thing.

For all we know, you three are in

the Bad Place and I'm up
in the Good Place,

where I belong, being tested.

- How would that even...
- I don't know,

- but it's possible.
- Before we do anything,

we need more information.

We should ask him every question
we can think of.

- Yes.
- Yes, we shall grill him

like the flank of a Niberian piglet.

I'm sorry, has it been 100 hours?

Okay, man. We got questions.

First off, how can we
possibly trust you?

You can't. But you have to.

Logically, you shouldn't
but you have no choice.

I mean, I wouldn't, if I were you.

It's a crazy thing to do.

- But you gotta.
- What happens if we don't?

Most likely, I reboot you once more,

you figure it out again,
Vicky tells my boss,

he shuts everything down.

I get punished,

you end up spending the rest of eternity

in the real Bad Place,

up to your necks in a volcano
full of scorpions.

I'll tell you what I want
to know right now

before we go any further.

Did the Jacksonville Jaguars

win the Super Bowl last year?

Oh, you're serious. Uh, no.

Will they ever win the Super Bowl?

Jason, I can't predict the future.

But no. They won't.

Okay, well I just have,
like, 12 more Jaguar questions...

No, you don't. Hey, Janet?

- Hi, there.
- Do you have something shiny

Jason can play with?

How many different versions
of this place

have we been through?

Uh, let's see. 802.

The longest one was 11 months.

Uh, this current one has only
been going for one week.

Boy, you guys barely know each other.

It's gonna make this tough.

What's that super tiny line?

That's the shortest one, eight seconds.

It was a butt reboot. I sat on
the activator by mistake.

Michael, was I also rebooted 802 times?

Yes. Why?

Every time a Janet is rebooted,

she increases her social
awareness and abilities.

I might be the most advanced
Janet in the universe.

So Janet isn't with you.

No. There has to be a Janet
in every neighborhood,

good and bad.

This one is an actual Good Place Janet

that I stole to help sell the ruse.

I guess it didn't work, though.

Because you keep failing.

- Yes, thank you.
- You're welcome.

If you're not human,
why do you look like us?

Everyone in the Bad Place
Bureau of Human Affairs

gets randomly assigned a human body

so we can get the feel
of how best to torture you.

I gotta say, it took me a long
time to get used to

- the hanging bits.
- Gross.

Oh, get your mind
out of the gutter, Eleanor.

I was talking about my testicles.

Mindy St. Clair's is fake, I bet.

No, the Medium Place is real.

So annoying how you managed
to slip away from me

- all those times.
- Why even tell us

about any real thing?

Why not just lie about all of it?

Lies are always more convincing

when they're closer to the truth.

That's true. I crashed a lot

of open bar weddings
as Eileen Shelbourne.

Even dated a groomsman for a few months.

So I had to keep the name,
and he got Eileen

- tattooed on his neck.
- Seriously?!

How are she and I in the same place?

- Oh, get over yourself.
- Trust me, don't trust me,

it doesn't matter.

We're running out of time,

and I'm your only option.

We're running out of time

and I'm your only option?

A lot of guys your age said that to me

just as the bar was about to close.

But I never settled for them.

Because my ex-boyfriend lived nearby,

he was obsessed with me
and he never slept

because he was addicted to Adderall.

There is always another option.

You guys do whatever you want.

- I'm out.
- No!

My plan only works if all four of you

- are on board.
- Then you better get cracking

on a new plan, pally, because so far,

I haven't heard a single good reason

why I should help you.

All right, how about this? You help me

trick Vicky and all those other goons,

I can get you to the real Good Place.

There's a way to get
to the real Good place.

It's complicated.

It may take a while to arrange...

especially since
I'll have to do it in secret...

but yes, yes, there is a potential

method of transportation.

Wait, is it nice?

Is there a business class?

Can I pre-board?

Yeah, let's not worry
about that right now.

I can get us there.

Us?

You, Mr. Diabolical Torture Guy

are gonna try to join us
in the Good Place?

Yeah, if I stay
in the Bad Place, I'm doomed.

But if I rescue four pitiful,
foul-smelling humans

from eternal damnation...

hit 'em with the big puppy dog eyes.

Please, sir, take pity on me,
I've changed...

and all that crap,

maybe I can earn a spot, too.

We didn't deserve the Good Place

based on our time on Earth.

Will they even let us stay?

I gotta be honest, I have no idea.

But at least if you help me fool Vicky,

your brains don't get erased
every two weeks.

Okay, all humans who have not
already been

suckered by Michael,
another team meeting.

This is definitely a trap.

We figured out his game every time

and now he's just trying
a new way to mess with us.

Teaming up with a demon is insane.

Maybe.

But I think we have to do it.

Are you forking kidding me right now?

You take a half an hour
to pick out a turtleneck,

and yet this you're sure about?

Okay, look, I spent my whole life trying

to learn about right and wrong

and apparently, I failed.

I want us to get better
and I want us to stay that way.

You understand that, right, Tahani?

I understand nothing.

Hey! Same here!

Michael, there's been a mistake.

I belong in the Good Place.

The real one with the good people.

Who do I speak to about correcting this?

Me and you're wrong.

Very well. I would like
to speak to your manager.

Listen, sweetheart,

you've only been in this
timeline for about a week.

So I think I'm gonna
fast forward things a bit.

There's a very good reason
why you ended up here.

You never cared about
the people you were helping.

You did it only for fame or
status or to spite your family.

That is utter tosh!

I had my flaws, just like anyone else,

but I raised billions for charity.

I was a good person and I defy you

or anyone else to prove otherwise.

You know, in all the reboots,

I never showed you how you died.

I was saving it in case I ever needed

to really make you miserable.

But it's hilarious.

Of course, I mean sad.

But it might help you come to grips

with who you really were.

Do you want to remember it?

Tahani Al-Jamil, social activist,

philanthropist, neck model
and now cover girl

for "International Sophisticate
Magazine."

- Tahani, welcome.
- Oh, it's such an honor.

I have long dreamt of being
one of the women

or yachts who grace your cover.

Let's begin with your sister, Kamilah.

A woman who... as you know...
was offered the spot

on our cover, but turned it down.

I actually didn't know that.

Please, carry on.

Well, next week, Kamilah will
travel to Cleveland, Ohio

to become the youngest person
ever inducted

into the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame.

Remarkable.

Is there a question?

Don't you find that remarkable?

Kamilah is very impressive.

As you know, she released
her debut album

only six months ago and yet, the critics

thought it was so brilliant
that the Hall of Fame

decided to waive
its 25 year waiting period.

Sadly, I will not be attending
the ceremony

because I will be in Haiti

on a relief mission.

Perhaps we should talk more about that.

Perhaps we should. But first,

another question about Kamilah.

Don't you think
she and I would be friends?

We have a lot in common,
we are both Capricorn,

and we're both only children.

I'm sorry, I forgot about you.

Kamilah! Congratulations.

You have all the attention. Once again.

- Who are you?
- Really?

Good Lord. Tahani!

You're a cocktail waitress now.

Honestly, I think
this is the right move for you.

No, it's just that my own sister

didn't even deign to invite me
to her little soiree.

So I had to weasel my way in here

like some common... weasel.

But I was supposed to be in
Haiti being photographed

helping people, but instead
I delayed my trip

by a day to come here and tell you off.

No, you came to do what you always do:

make a scene and embarrass yourself.

So I'm just an embarrassment to you?

Is that what you think of me?

Honestly, I don't really
think about you.

No! Ow.

Thing... just... ah!

I'll bring you down!

I will bring you down.

Come on. Come on!

Come down to the ground
where you belong, will you...

- Oh, no.
- Mm.

I died in Cleveland?

I don't think that
should be your biggest takeaway

- from that story.
- Is that really

all I cared about?

Just outshining my sister

and gaining praise and acclaim?

I mean, I did gain praise and acclaim.

You know, I dare say on some occasions,

more praise and acclaim
than my sister, Kamilah, so...

Oh.

Oh, I see.

- Oh, God.
- Oh, come on, now.

It's not all bad. Imagine you're me

and you're designing a torture chamber

for people who think that they
belong in the Good Place.

I mean, you were perfect.

But I've always wanted
to be perfect at something...

I just never thought it would be
the perfect stooge.

I want to do it. I want to become

the person I pretended to be.

I agree with Chidi.
We should team up with Michael

and all try to build a better Tahani.

Great. Yet again,
it's everyone against Eleanor.

Because everyone except Eleanor
is an idiot.

Why am I the only person
who clearly sees

- what's going on here?
- It's not that

we don't understand the risks,

we just wanna become better people

and this is our best chance.

Oh, I get it. 'Cause you're so
much better than me.

- That's what this is about?
- Hang on,

don't lash out at us just because of

- your innate distrust.
- Lash out?

No, it's not about who's better.

I have no idea what's going on right now

but everyone else is talking

and I think I should too!

What is so funny?

I'm sorry, I shouldn't be laughing.

How do I explain this?

I'm basically an exterminator

and you're cockroaches.

My job was to squish you and poison you

and yet, somehow, my very survival

now depends on you, the cockroaches,

agreeing to help me.

- That's funny.
- We're cockroaches to you?

Yeah. Or dung beetles.

I don't know. Something small and gross

that creeps on the ground
in its own filth.

Just being honest.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

- All right, forget about him.
- Oh!

Forget about him, focus on us.

Kant wrote it is our duty
to improve ourselves.

So whatever Michael's reasons
for doing this,

he's giving us the best chance
to improve ourselves.

Okay, I have to admit, you're making

a lot of sense right now.

I need to just untangle all of this.

Give me a minute
to think about it alone.

Okay.

- Janet?
- Hi, there.

Call me a train. Fill it
to the brim with cocaine.

I'm going back
to Mindy St. Clair's house.

- Gonna bail, huh?
- Hm? No.

Why... why would you say that?

Well, you got a bag full of clothes,

you stuffed a bunch of pillows and a mop

in your bed to make it
look like you're asleep

and you're literally
sneaking out the back gate.

Okay. I'm going to Mindy's.

I don't want to live forever
in a boring, beige house

with a weird, horny cokehead,
but look at

what you're asking me to do.

Make a deal with an actual devil

so that I can then
do homework in secret.

And by the way, you're not
my friends, man.

We've known each other
for, like, a week.

You know it's more than that.

We've been through some version of this

800 different times.

And who cares that
it's only been a week?

How long do you have to know
someone before you

- do the right thing?
- Nine weeks, minimum.

- Okay.
- Look, bro,

I don't owe you anything.

I gotta do what's right for me.

You can come with me if you want.

I got another mop we can put in the bed.

Good luck.

I got a couple more questions.

Sure. Take your time.

We're not in a hurry or anything.

How many times in all the reboots

did I ask Chidi for help,

he refused to help me and then I had to

get better on my own?

Never. He always helped you.

God.

- Really?
- Yep.

No matter how I set it up,

you found him,
confessed you didn't belong,

asked him for help, and he said yes.

Now his agreeing to help
was part of my plan.

What wasn't part of my plan

was it actually working.

Drove me nuts.

Pesky little nerd.

Stuck with you and always helped you

overcome your biggest problem.

Assuming that's my selfishness.

No. No, no, no.

It's that you never found a haircut

that framed your face properly.

- Yes, your selfishness.
- I'm not that selfish.

Eleanor, your cocaine
and escape train are ready.

- Not now.
- Okay.

I think Michael is a liar.

I think there's a 99% chance
he's forking with us.

But he's asking us for help,
so we should help him.

Because that's what Chidi would do.

That's what Chidi would do for me

or for any of us.

- It's what I am doing.
- I know.

It's just... you're talking
about me like I'm not here

or something and that just
makes me feel weird.

All right. We're all in.

We'll help you.

You finally listened to reason.

On one condition.

You wanna be on our team,
you gotta be on our team.

Which means the professor over here

is gonna give us all lessons
on how to be better people.

Including you.

Oh, no.

No, I won't be taking any classes.

I'm an immortal being

with abilities you can only dream...

Yeah, and we're in Arizona, dirtbag.

A human turtleneck,
a narcissistic monster,

and literally the dumbest person
I've ever met.

And who am I? Describe me now.

We are all going to take classes.

We are all going to improve.

And the second you betray us,
I walk into

Vicky's stinky chowder restaurant

and tell her everything.

You agree to those terms,

and you can join us on Team Cockroach.

So what's it gonna be?

You're running out of time.

And we're your only option.

So it's all frozen yogurt
places now, huh?

Yeah, yogurt was what we started with.

A lot of us like the first version best

so we went back to 322
perfectly matched human souls,

blended together in a blissful,

harmonic balance.

- Well done.
- I've only given

this opening day tour
to you like, 800 times.

Hey, how's this for my
oh-my-God-I'm-in-Heaven face?

- Not bad.
- Right?

I'm a pretty good liar.

Now I wanna introduce someone
that you're gonna

get to know very well.

She was the top point getter,
so she'll be

helping me out around the neighborhood,

kind of like your mayor.

Vicky Sengupta!

Vicky, would you like
to say a few words?

Actually, Michael,
I'd like to sing a few words.

Janet, hit it.

♪ At first I was afraid,
I was petrified ♪

♪ Kept thinking I could never live ♪

♪ Without you by my side ♪

We should have a few hours to ourselves.

Vicky's working on her performance

for the welcome party tonight.

It looks like pretending
to enjoy her singing

is gonna be half our job here.

I got her to tell me
how she was gonna torture you

at the party, which is basically

the same way I did.

Eleanor gets drunk,

hogs all the shrimp,

insults people, etcetera.

Whatever bad stuff you do

becomes the basis for the chaos
tomorrow morning.

Okay, okay. So my job is to get drunk

and insult people.

I think I can hack that.

Now, Chidi, I'm gonna need you

to act nervous
and embarrassed by Eleanor.

- Way ahead of you.
- Tahani, just be

your fabulous self.

And Jason, you're good old
silent Jianyu the monk.

So I told Vicky that I would
handle the surveillance

on the four of you.

That'll let us meet each day

for Chidi's ethics lessons,

which will apparently include me.

Even though that's transparently insane.

Cool. And, um, Janet, you're not gonna

- rat us out, right?
- Well, Jason,

I've been thinking about this a lot

over the last 1.3 milliseconds,

I'm not allowed to lie, but my purpose

is to make humans happy.

And since you're the only
actual humans here,

I'm on board for whatever
fun little schemes

you guys come up with.

Okay, bring it in. Team huddle.

The Bad Place is about to be outsmarted

by a cowardly traitor, four dum-dums,

- and a robot.
- Not a robot.

We can do this.

Team Cockroach on three.

One, two, three.

- Team Cockroach!
- Bobcats!

I still think that's better.