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Pushing Daisies - Season 02 Episode 03
"Bad Habits"

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At this very moment,
young Olive Snook

was 9 years, 20 weeks,

4 days, 11 hours,
and 33 minutes old.

Two hours had passed
since her first riding lesson

when she asked her parents
for an Arabian stallion.

- No.
- No.

Endowed with a tenacious spirit

and the inability to accept
negative statements,

young Olive set her intention

to get the horse herself.

Digging to Arabia
would be easy...

Head to the center of the earth,
then turn right.

Two weeks into her quest,

she found a creature
of a different kind...

a 65-million-year-old
triceratops.

The discovery got the attention
of a Saudi royal,

who brought one of
his prized stallions to trade,

per Olive's request.

That day, Olive Snook
learned a valuable lesson:

though digging was messy work,

it could also unearth
untold treasures.

Subterranean treasures
continued to exist

in the life of Olive Snook,

namely the underground mushroom,
the black Perigord truffle.

Pigby, pull!

Truffle-harvesting season
had come to the convent

of the Sisters
of the Divine Magnatum,

causing Olive to reflect on the reasons
she had come to this place...

her unrequited love
for the pie maker,

and her vow to keep the secret

that Lily Charles was not
Chuck's aunt, but her mother.

Pigby, pull!

While sequestered in this place,
Olive found a new friend.

What a divine specimen.

Sister Larue was the beloved head
of the convent's truffle operation.

Observing Olive's penchant
for burrowing,

she took the new arrival
under her wing.

What do you smell?

Honey.

Pepper.

You missed the most important thing.

Sex.

A truffle's scent mimics the hormones
of the male pigs ready to breed.

That's why sows
are the best hunters.

Trying to get your groove on,
girl?

I know how that feels...

Felt.

Duty tolls.
Time to polish the bells.

Save me a seat at midday prayers.

And be sure to give Pigby a little...
what do you call it...

something-something.

Excuse me.

Amen.

Pigby.

Rise and shine.

We got eats... fresh and French
on your doorstep,

which is odd to say, because
your doorstep used to be my doorstep,

and though I'm sad you moved out
and into Olive's vacated apartment,

I'm trying.

All right, thank you.

I'll talk to you then.
Bye.

Who was that?

Mr. Pennybaker. I hired him,
but that's the end of the story.

Digby, are they for me?

Thank you.
Come in. Come in. Come in.

Come on.

Sorry, where was I?
Oh, yeah.

So, last night,
I was polishing the furniture

you brought back from my childhood
bedroom, and I found this in the desk,

from third grade.

Your family tree.
You didn't finish it.

No, because I had no resources.

Mom died in childbirth, and Dad...
Well, you know what happened there.

The pie maker did,

and even though Chuck had forgiven him
for his hand in her father's demise,

the mention of it still stung.

Your aunts couldn't help?

Not when they're step-aunts.
See, Dad was in his 20s

when his dad married
Lily and Vivian's mom,

so they barely knew each other.

But they must have known something.

Nothing, and they felt
so terrible about it

that Vivian cried nonstop
and Lily went on a 6-day bender.

So I handed my assignment in as was

and never questioned
or pondered my lineage again.

Not until last night.

I've decided...

... I got to make the most
of this second chance at life.

So I donned a disguise...

Oh, yeah, sorry.

And I went about digging up
my own answers

with the help
of Cyrus Pennybaker,

catch as King Can, Inc.,
your genealogy unearthed

in 24 hours.

You're making a scowly face.

No scowl.

My not-scowl is an expression
of not understanding

why anyone would want to go
rooting around in their past.

After all that shoveling,
you still wake up in the same bed,

do the same job,
live the same life,

except now you're grimy
with a kink in your back.

While Charlotte Charles
pondered her past,

Olive Snook
considered her future.

Father, I wish to stay here
forever and serve.

If this is not Thy will,
then drop me a line.

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It is with heavy heart

that I report Sister Larue died
at her own hand.

She was alone in the belfry.

We have no evidence of struggle,
no sign of accident.

But I just saw her.
She was very happy.

To take one's life is a mortal sin.

Only prayer can help mitigate
her soul's anguish

in the everlasting fires of hell.

Hell? Sister Larue?

For Olive Snook,

negative statements
were still unacceptable,

and praying wouldn't be enough.

Private detective Emerson Cod
rarely stayed late at the office.

Tonight, it was a blessing he did.

- What can I do for you, Sister?
- Emerson, it's me, Olive.

Olive Snook.

As Olive Snook explained why
she needed Emerson Cod's services,

her words went unheard.

The veteran P.I.
was having trouble

wrapping his head
around the face before him.

You're killing me.

Have you had your fun?

As I was saying,
this is a matter of Heaven and Hell.

I need you to prove that
Sister Larue didn't commit suicide.

Yeah, okay,
wait a second.

- Why are you pretending to be a nun?
- Oh, I'm not pretending.

I'm a postulant.
That's a nun in training.

What got thee to a nunnery?

Oh, Emerson.
You really want to know?

Not especially.

That was just my attempt
at polite wee talk.

Moment's passed,
so let's talk compensation.

Well,

I have none.

Vows of poverty and all.

But I could pay you
in prayer.

Olive braced herself,

knowing that Emerson Cod
prayed to a god all his own...

the almighty Dollar.

- To her astonishment, he simply said...
- Deal.

I present...

What she didn't know

was a world-weary detective
with a missing daughter

needed all the prayers
he could get.

Oh, praise be!
All right.

Here's the sitch.

My sisters and I?
Straight-up sequestered.

Strangers and drop-bys
are a no-go.

I need you to find an airtight way,
and one that doesn't involve me.

IE, we've never met.

Last, but certainly not least,

and I can't put
too fine a point on this...

... no Ned or Chuck!

Why'd you bring him here
when you said you wouldn't?

I need pie boy's special skill set,
and pie girl comes with pie boy.

Why isn't pie girl
minding the Pie Hole?

Because she'd rather
be minding his.

Besides, he hired a new waitress.
Brandy, Candy, I don't know.

Somebody named after
booze or food.

I'm sorry, Olive.
I couldn't wait any longer.

Olive trusted her arms
to encircle Chuck.

Sadly, she did not trust her mouth
with the same proximity,

for it increased the probability
of truths being spilled.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I don't know you.

Come on, Olive.
We're all alone up here.

One is never alone
in the house of the Lord.

That's bat crap.

It's a freakin' convent!
Show some respect!

I'm showing you bat crap.

For somebody who was supposed
to keep this place all spic-and-span,

Sister Larue was Sister Half-ass.

She just polished the bells.

Sister Olive?

Why didn't you alert us
to our guests' arrival?

Our apologies.

I'm Mother Mary Mary.

This is Father Eduardo De Donde.

Father De Dowling.
Vatican police.

And...

These are my associates,
Father Mulcahy and Sister Christian.

We had assumed you'd be Italian.

We are...

Italian.

Part-time.

Meaning, our work is here,

but our hearts will always be
in Piazza San Pietro.

Can you think of any reason why
Sister Larue may have been upset?

The truffle harvest hasn't been
as good as in years past.

It's caused strain
on the convent's finances,

but the Lord will provide.

He always does.

Well, I'm going to need to...

... see the body of Sister Larue,

as well as inspect her room,
maybe some of her paperwork.

I can assist Father Dowling.
I did know Sister Larue best.

You...

have a penance list to complete
for skipping yesterday's vespers.

Now, then, the mortal remains.

I'm not sure how I feel
about doing this...

here...

with Her... and Him.

It ain't like He ain't never done it.
Remember Lazarus?

Come on, let's do this while
I still got the joint locked down.

You know Chuck hired a genealogy service
to put branches on her family stump?

Not because she could expose herself.
She dodged that with a hooker wig.

It's because she's throwing
her heart into it willy-nilly.

What's too great about the past?
It's past...

Correction.
What's so great about your past?

From what you tell me, nothing.
That's why you don't want to delve.

But something's pushing dead girl
toward clearing up hers,

so why don't you just
step out the way and let her?

Good, take that as your cue
to get to crackity-cracking.

Am I dead?

Sorry, Sister.

Are you... kidding me?

You "shh"!

I've been putting up
with silence for 10...

Can we just ask you a...
just a couple questions?

I got a question for you!
Where's my white light?

I knew this afterlife stuff
was...

Where's my... diamonds?

Wait, diamonds?
What diamonds?

Whoever shoved me off that tower
and stole my stash is gonna pay!

Back to "shoved"...
As in murdered?

Of course, murdered.
What else would it be?

Nun on the run!
Nun on the run! Nun on the run!

Let some...

We're so going to hell.

So, before Sister Larue
was Sister Larue,

she was Dr. Linda Frank, mycologist,

that's a fancy word
for fungi specialist.

Talked more like a sailor
than a scientist.

You're not far off. It says here
she's from a long line of longshoremen.

Isn't it fascinating? You can put
a lady through a PhD program

and cloister them
for almost a decade,

and still the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree.

What's the status of your tree?
Family, not apple.

Pennybaker should be putting the final
touches to each limb as we speak.

I don't mean to sound negative.
You're always so supportive and good...

I did something bad just now.

As you were pawing through
Sister Larue's paperwork,

I was digging through
Olive's file.

I know it was wrong,
but I needed to know

if it was my fault she ran away
and joined a convent.

- The part of the application was blank.
- Then you're off the hook.

You saw how she treated me
in the tower.

There was a hook.
An ice-cold one, and I was on it.

Now, if I've upset her,
I got to fix that.

She's the closest thing
to a sister I have.

How is there a breeze in here?

These walls should be
3 feet thick.

This isn't a wall...
It's a door.

Oh, God!

To be able to clutch your arm
right now...

Come on! Somebody's coming.
Let's hide.

Sister Larue was murdered?

I hired you
to disprove a suicide!

Oh, this can't happen!
Not here!

There are commandments!

We follow all 10,
and I am commanding you to stop!

Emerson, this is my refuge,
my home.

You want to share it
with a homicidal maniac?

Not particularly.

Dang it!

Educate me about Larue.

- She ever mention... diamonds?
- No.

- What about enemies?
- Everyone looked up to her.

When she wasn't in the orchard,

she was down here in her room
with her science books,

trying to improve our meager harvest
and turn our fortunes around.

This wall is hollow.

CDs?

Magazines?

Top-shelf fem-care.

This stuff is all forbidden!

Someone's there.

Please let me go!

Not until you face off
with the papal fuzz.

Exactly what's been coming
to pass up in here?

I try so hard to be good,

but I cannot deny there are times
when I would kill for...

Candy corn.

In exchange for doing our chores,

Sister Larue would get some for me
from the outside.

Will I ever be forgiven?

Yeah, penance list.

This should do it.

Scram.

We have a lead.

We saw Mother Superior
coming out of a secret door.

And we're gonna check it out.
Olive, you're in?

I'm, I'm busy.

Here's what I got.

Sister Larue was running goods
for her sisters.

Everything from lip gloss
to romance novels.

I bet blessed boss lady found out
and dropped a hallowed hammer.

Killing over that
seems a tad extreme.

But people kill for diamonds
all the time.

What if Larue's guilty pleasure
wasn't soft lips or Harlequin tingles?

What if it was bling?

And she smuggled ice
into the penguin house for herself?

If Mother Superior
found Larue's shiny stash...

Then all it would take was one push,
and the convent would be back in black.

By-proxy high five.

Get...
before I by-proxy vomit.

Good evening,
Mother Superior.

Father Dowling requested
I peruse your visitors' log.

While Chuck distracted
Mother Superior,

the remaining Vatican police
paid a visit to her secret room.

It's truffle storage.

I guess Mother Superior
was just checking in on the crop.

And capping off
a do-it-yourself project.

The bricks don't match.

The mortar's wet, too.

Jericho time.

Wait, what are you...

Looks like we found
Larue's way in and out of here.

We were hoping to interview
people who knew Sister Larue,

but from the looks of this,
she didn't have visitors in 10 years.

Some families disagree with their
daughters' decisions to be cloistered.

Often they cut off contact,
not the novitiate.

How did your family react
when you decided to take the veil?

Take the... the what?

Become a nun.

They weren't around.

I lost my dad when I was 8,

and my mom died having me.

God bless you.

God bless her.

I don't really dwell on it,

but unexpectedly, I think of her,
and then, more specifically, this...

hole in my heart
where a mother should be.

I didn't know her, and I never will.

Of course you will, my dear.

In Heaven.

I don't even know
if I'm going to Heaven.

Future uncertain,

Chuck could only cling
to the past...

A past being pieced together
by a genealogy expert,

whom she needed to call
at that very moment.

Do you mind if I use
your phone, please?

20 feet underground and
one quarter-mile to the east,

the pie maker and Emerson Cod found
Larue's secret door

led to a surprise destination.

What the hell is this?

We're in the back
of a restaurant kitchen.

He must be the chef.

Or leatherface.

My God!

Leatherface has
a 4-quart food processor

with a 2-horsepower motor
and an extra-large feed tube.

I've wanted one forever.

Juliennes like a dream.

Where is my Larue?

Tell him.

Rule number one...
don't buy fish on Monday.

Rule number two...
don't poke an angry German.

Swiss German...

His accent sounds like the chef who
taught my tortes of Europe pastry class.

- He don't look too Swiss to me.
- Sorry, sir?

Larue is dead.
We had nothing to do with it,

so please consider your neutral
homeland and put the cutlery down.

The facts were these:

Hansel Von Getz,
Switzerland's acclaimed chef,

decided to conquer America.

He opened a restaurant neighboring
the Sisters of the Divine Magnatum,

where, unbeknownst to him,

Sister Larue discovered a doorknob
that hadn't been used

since prohibition deliveries
of communion wine.

Just as a truffle grows
among tree roots,

so did the nun and the chef
form a symbiotic relationship.

He would supply her and her sisters

with earthly delights
from the outside world.

She would supply him
with his favorite ingredient.

Often, they dined together
at lavish meals.

One night, his guest
surprised him with dessert.

This is delicious.

Really amazing.

That rotten meal you saw...
it was to celebrate our anniversary.

I didn't have the heart
to throw it away.

So Larue never made it
to the wingding.

When hours became days,

I went into the catacombs
to look for her,

but a wall blocked my path.

Tell me about the last time
you saw Larue.

Did she seem scared, upset?

Her mood was joyous.

We made love here.

And then,

she gave me this...

An Italian white truffle,

the most sought-after culinary
delicacy in the world.

Its aroma has driven men mad.

But Emerson Cod's gaze
was not on the priceless morsel

known scientifically
as tuber magnatum.

It was on a piece of stationery
which bore the same word.

Say, could you throw puppy a bone?

Certainly.

At $4,000 a pound,

no wonder they call it
the diamond of the table.

- Diamond?
- Yep.

- Gotta go.
- Listen, we find anything else out,

we'll just pop up
and, fill you in, huh?

Larue was the love of my life.

I will not rest until
you find out who killed her.

"You are a vile man

who will stew in the juices
of your sin for all eternity.

Do not try to see me again.
Sister Larue."

Boyfriend's name
was Hansel Von Getz.

And they were together,
in the biblical sense.

- Sure were.
- Let me get this straight.

She took an underground
tunnel to a restaurant

owned by a Swiss chef,

who traded black-market swag
for truffles.

Nun dumps chef, chef gets scary,

nun gets scared and walls up
the basement tunnel to keep him out.

Somehow he finds a way out,
follows her up to the bell tower,

and it's raining nuns.

As for the mystery diamonds,
they're Italian white truffles...

the diamond of the table.

Except she couldn't
have had white truffles.

They only grow in Italy.

Everything else seems about right,
though, so great job.

Peace be with you
and also with you.

That was way too easy.

Oh, yeah.

Any minute, it's about to blow.

I know you're upset.

Let's talk.

- Why would I want to do that?
- Because I'm your friend.

Really? Have you thought about
me once since I left?

Go on.
I'll be your punching bag.

Jab all your misplaced anger away.

Chuck feels awful and
wants to apologize.

For what? I ain't mad at Chuck.

- I'm mad at you!
- I didn't do anything.

I had feelings for you!

And when I made
those feelings known,

you made it known that you
didn't feel the same way.

An awkward patch, absolutely, but
we talked about it, and it's behind us.

No. It's behind you.

You don't like messy.
You don't like feeling bad.

So as soon as you could,
you just moved on and

abandoned me.

Well, if I'm gonna have
to get over you all by myself,

I'd kind of like to do it
in a place where

I don't have to see
your face every day.

But this place isn't you.
You belong at home.

This is my home.

And if I were to ever go back to home,
which I won't be, I can't.

What if I slip
and tell the secret to Chuck?

What secret?

No secret. Did I say secret?

Weird.
I must be speaking in tongues.

Stop it. That's not even
good gibberish.

This is why I can't be around
any of you.

I get lured into a sense
of familiarity, and my...

and my lips just...
just loosen up and I blurt!

This is your last warning.

Please stop digging.

I won't, and you know who really
won't stop digging

when I tell her what you said,
and believe you me, I'm telling?

No, ple...
Please, please!

Ned, I'm sworn to secrecy, Ned!

What if I guess?

I don't get what I'm looking at.

Look harder and faster.

Okay,

nuns from 29 years ago...

Is it how many nuns,
like a number puzzle?

Something to do
with the sacred feminine?

- Are Freemasons involved?
- Oh, Lord, help me.

A nun.

Okay.

What? She's fat?

She's not fat, but she looks fat.

- She's... pregnant.
- Yes!

Yeah!

Did she... have her baby?

Did she... have to give it up?

No idea what that means.
Moving on.

Do you know this fallen nun
personally?

You do. Do I?

I do?
She doesn't look familiar.

Lily Charles!

So...

Aunt Lily had a baby
29 years ago,

right around the time
that Chuck was born.

So Chuck...

has a cousin her same age, but

not really her cousin, because Lily
and Vivian aren't really her aunts.

You are killing me!

Not really her cousin,

'cause not really
her aunts...

'Cause really her mother.
Oh, my God. Lily is Chuck's mother.

The weight has been lifted!

Let's go.

That's why Chuck couldn't
complete her family tree.

Everyone lied to her.

My head is about to explode.

Why did I make you tell me?

I told you to stop digging.

Jiminy Crispies.

Are you paying final respects?

You were right...

about digging around
in my past.

Digging did me nothing but
get me sore all over.

Turns out Mr. Pennybaker

is no better than a third-grader.

No further information on my dad and
no record of my mom.

So I'm a person with no past

and no future.

'Cause of what I am.

Chuck, I have something
to tell you...

something about your...

What do you mean,
"because of what I am"?

You know,

how I am.

I don't know.
How and what are you?

And why do I suddenly feel contrite?

You know, the sisters are saying
that Larue's haunting the bell tower.

They say she rings the chimes to let
people know that she's not dead,

but she's not alive either.
She's just...

somewhere in between.

I don't believe in ghosts, and
Larue is right here.

What if we've interrupted
the natural transition

between life and the afterlife?

I mean, I didn't move on
to where mom and dad are,

and I didn't return to where I was,
either. I'm just... I'm just stuck.

I'm stuck, and I'm absolutely alone,

and I don't know if I can go on like
this or even if I want to.

Are you...

saying you want me
to touch you again?

Father Mulcahy,

I need your help.

Penance list! One for every day
since I arrived.

By burning your bossier-than-thou
handwriting into my brain,

these lists have dug you
a hole to hell. Know why?

'Cause I also know you wrote this!

You just stumbled onto
Larue's contraband side business

and her affair
with chef Boyardee, and

then you killed her in some god-fearing
rage, and left this fake break-up note

hoping that her boyfriend wouldn't
suspect foul play, but it was foul play!

It was the foulest of the foul!
Exodus 20:16...

"Thou shalt not bear false
witness against thy neighbor..."

or push them out of bell towers!

Ring a bell?

You never could grasp
the meaning of that verse,

but there is truth in your words.

I did compose that letter.

Take her down, Father Dowling!

Yes, Father Dowling...

Just like you did
in your TV show.

Perhaps your associate,

"Mash's" Father Mulcahy,
would like to help.

I decided to do some investigating

after chatting
with your female colleague.

Her ignorance of the term
"taking the veil"

might have been explained away
by a simple slip of the brain.

But when she doubted
her place in Heaven,

I began to wonder
if she had any faith at all.

A call to the Vatican explained...

everything.

Sister Christian is nothing

but a heavy-petting power ballad.

We're motoring.

I'm usually
the one in that seat, but

tonight I yearned
to unburden my soul.

Should we...

jump in and get it over with?

Ready when you are.

I can't do this
after a day like today.

Really?

Do you want to...

Yeah.

So...

all this time, I thought
my colleagues and I were

getting along great,
talking out our issues,

and as it turns out,
I'm a giant disappointment.

Because?

Because I don't like messy, and
I bring them back from the...

place they were.
Look, specifics aren't important.

But I wasn't trying
to screw up everyone's life.

We aren't born with bad habits.
Where'd you learn them from, Father?

His entire life,
the pie maker had never felt safe

poking at paternal scars,

but in the cool quiet
of the confessional,

and with nothing to lose,
he allowed himself.

My father deserted me
in boarding school when I was 9.

Months passed with nothing
but a postcard.

So...

I went to the school chapel

every day and prayed...

prayed that he would...

just walk through the door and...

give me a hug and tell me
I was forgiven for...

whatever it was
that made him leave.

Then he was the one
who taught you to run.

If I act like my father,
it's strictly by coincidence.

I wouldn't know him from Adam.

You never tried to reach out,
track him down?

I see no reason
to sift through ancient history

when I know everything
back there is rotten.

That's where you're wrong.

The boy abandoned in the chapel

is the same man
abandoning people now.

If you ever want to change,
you've got to rectify your past.

Otherwise, you won't have a future.

Thank you...

... I guess.

Now why don't you tell me
who you really are?

Shame on you.

Sister Olive's locked
in the laundry room.

Go calm her down.

Where's Sister Christian?

Father Ed, you've got to help me.

Mother Superior is a killer.

The Vatican police are really
three detectives that I hired.

Now, one of them is a pie maker...

Sister Olive, no more of this!

Mother Superior is a holy woman.

Now, calm down and try to channel
inner peace through hard work!

You come down here,
dump off your laundry,

and expect me to pretend that
that menopausal maniac's a saint!

How does one person get
so much bat poo on themselves?

Looks like you had a brawl in the...

Bell tower.

Geez Louise.

You pushed Larue.

Sister Olive,
let me explain what I...

Did you find the keys?

I assure you,
if I locate anything keyish,

you are the first person
I will tell.

Help!

That's Olive.

All right,
we bustin' outta here.

At that moment,

Sister Christian
had a crazy thought...

If ghosts did exist...

Sister Larue?

Sister Larue might be the one entity
with whom she could commiserate.

I'm sorry to barge in
on you like this, but...

I just thought,

if you're up here...

you may be feeling
god-forsaken.

So maybe I could...

Maybe I could do
some polishing,

and we can...

we can feel that way together.

Charlotte Charles knew a great deal
about removing tarnish,

for she had spent countless hours
polishing her aunt's stockpile

of copper, brass,
and bronze cheese knives.

The metal before her, however,
was...

Stainless steel.

Meaning the nun whose chore
was to polish the bells

never needed to do so.

It was a revelation which made

the footprint on the bottom
of the bucket even more strange.

If she wasn't polishing,

what did Sister Larue need to reach?

Chuck expected to hear the
dulcet chime of a tiny bell...

not the thud...

of Sister Larue's
secret truffle laboratory.

Help!

Olive?

Olive?

At that moment,
Charlotte Charles discovered

who had killed Sister Larue.

It was a secret she would be
taking to her grave... again.

When being chased,
Olive Snook hearkened back

to an educational film on alligators

on what to do when pursued by one:

run zigzag
until you can climb a tree.

Olive! Up here!

Chuck!

Sister, I wanted to help Larue,
not hurt her!

Whatever!

Step away from the door, or you gonna
have communion with your shovel.

Please, help me!

- Help me!
- We're coming!

Oh, God! Help!

Help, help, help!

Sisters, help him!
Go! Help him!

- The rest of us pray!
- Come on. Come on.

Chuck!?

I got you!

Chuck, I'm so sorry I was cold.

I didn't want to hurt you.

And now you're still
gonna be hurt,

and I'm gonna lose the closest thing
to a sister I have!

Thank you.
That really means a lot to me.

If this ends up going downhill,
I know who killed Larue.

I know... Father Ed.

No. No, look.

Pigby?

I was holding the truffles.
It was unintentional,

but it's encoded in her genes
to go after them.

I'm slipping! I'm slipping!

I'm going!
Pigby,

pull! Pull!

Pigby, pull!

- Thank you!
- Of course!

Oh, glory be to g...

Olive!

As she fell, Olive was
overcome by a sense of peace.

She said a prayer that the pie
maker and Chuck would be happy,

that Emerson would be rich,
and that a slice of Georgia peach

served hot with cinnamon ice cream

would be forever known on the
Pie Hole menu as an...

Olive Snook.

Stupid ass!

It is finished, Lord.
Take me home.

Home in this instance was the cart

hauled strategically
into place by...

Hi.

Good catch.

The facts were these...

Dr. Linda Frank, mycologist,

was hired by agricultural giant

"I thought you were hungry"
foods

for one mission:
the test-tube cultivation

of the elusive
Italian white truffle.

It would be a landmark
achievement until...

... all funding was pulled.

Hearing of the Sisters of the
Divine Magnatum's truffle farm,

Dr. Frank became Sister Larue,

who would use the nunnery
for her own gain.

She began work
on her own experiments.

But labs need equipment,
and so...

Sister Larue found her way
to Hansel Von Getz,

the next victim she would exploit
to keep her research going.

Years passed, and Larue
finally achieved her goal.

The discovery would make
her filthy rich,

and so she planned her exit.

On the eve of her departure,
she brought her chef a gift.

He never realized it was
the equivalent of a culinary kiss-off.

And she never realized
Mother Superior had followed her.

Desperate to bring
a stray lamb back into the fold,

a plan was hatched.

Mother Superior
would end the relationship.

Father Ed would save Larue's soul.

The gentle priest
expected contrition,

not a million-dollar
scientific breakthrough

and a false nun
possessed by greed.

Staring into the face
of what he considered true evil,

the priest ordered Larue
to take her discovery and leave.

As she took one last look
at the place she had despised for so

many years, Larue never realized

it would be the last look
she would ever have.

The priest mistakenly assumed

that his condemnation
led Larue to take her own life.

With the truth uncovered,

life returned to normal
at the nunnery.

Where's Dowling and Christian?

Just bringing the car around.

So...

How did your sisters
take the truth about Larue?

It was rough.

She betrayed
every sweet soul here.

Luckily, this particular sinner
had a silver lining...

For all her wickedness,
Larue was a fungal genius.

Mother Superior wants to build
the lab and continue her work.

Cha-ching.

Wouldn't have happened
if you didn't insist on digging.

Go on.
It was a team effort.

Hey, they...

tapped me to be the new head
of truffle operations.

You'll be great.

Because you are great...
person-wise.

You're right about a lot of things,
like what you said about us

when things got messy,
I took off and left you in the dirt,

not literally, but I'm sure
it felt that way.

That's not great.

No.

That wasn't great.

Actually, it was awful. I was awful, and
I'm ashamed of myself, because I know

what it feels like to be abandoned, how
you think you're worthless and unlovable

and your heart hardens
to the person who did it to you.

Forgiving them
is inconceivable, but...

So I know I have no right to ask for
your forgiveness,

but I still want to tell you...

I'm sorry.

I just came out here to see
if I could catch a ride home,

but...

that was nice, too.

You want to come home?

My work here is done.

Of course, I still have
to figure out a way to avoid

blabbing Lily's secret to Chuck.

Well, once I talk to her tonight,
it won't be a secret.

I know, but...

trust me.

I do.

Let me go hand in my habit, and
we'll hit the bricks.

Are you gonna miss this place?

Yeah. Yeah.

Of course, they gave me
a little souvenir.

Come on, Pigby.

A secret that was 9 months plus

29 years, 11 months,
2 weeks, 5 days,

15 hours, and 45 minutes
in the making

was undone in three seconds
with three words...

"Lily's your mother".

Now the pie maker
could only wait for a response.

Are you okay? Your expression is hard
to read. Maybe you could, you know...

Look at me.

Tears.

Happy ones.

So you took that news and
chose to make it good?

That's inspiring.

Makes me realize I've got
some digging of my own to do.

For you.

I thought you might
want to fill it in.

Synch: Gaillots & Salomon
Rereading : Bruno

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