Previously on "Pushing Daisies"...
- You only got a minute. - I know.
- 60 seconds. - I know.
What if you didn't have to be dead?
You touch murder victims, you ask who killed them,
you touch them again, they go back to being dead,
- and you collect the reward? - That's it in a nutshell.
We haven't seen each other in, like, 20 years.
Don't you want to know about me? I want to know everything about you.
Look, we've all done things we're not proud of.
We all have secrets.
- Who's the funny girl stuck to Ned? - Childhood sweetheart.
He digs her in a way he definitely doesn't dig you.
I don't like that girl, not one bit.
We recently lost our niece.
Your niece, Charlotte Charles, is dead?
Olive, what the hell are you doing here?
Pie delivery. Tart apple.
Season 1, Episode 5 - Girth
The season was autumn, his first year away.
Young Ned is at boarding school.
The times are not gay.
Tucked away in her lair, dark, dank, and cool,
stood the postmistress of the Longborough school.
Every week, young Ned would hope for a letter,
some contact from home to make it all better.
But from his father, there was never a word.
"He's grieving your mother," they said.
Young Ned would concur.
Then one day before all hallows' eve,
she gave him the nod.
It was hard to believe.
He was stunned to be summoned,
guessed what he'd been given --
Candy corn treats? Or masks of dead risen ?
But the thing was more frightening than a demon,
winged or hooved-- a preprinted card from his father.
"We've moved."
Ned ran away.
No one from school saw him go.
He needed to see what the postcard would show.
His father's new address was the place that he sought,
a home to come home to.
In his throat, his heart caught.
But what came out of the door scared him for life.
His father with two brand-new sons
and a brand-new wife.
A hug was what he wanted,
a wink, and a quick "the joke's on you."
But what he got instead
was a honeycomb chew.
Happy Halloween.
Now 20 years later, nearly to the hour,
someone else was feeling melancholy,
and so very dour.
This is where the ghosts rise up,
allowed to walk the ground.
And if you're haunted by your past,
you best not stick around.
Hello ?
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Ned hates Halloween, you know.
Makes him moodier than a pumpkin full of PMS.
What ? Ned doesn't hate Halloween.
I'm pretty sure tomorrow's his least-favorite day.
In fact, when he sees all this,
you're gonna be one sorry little zombie.
Seriously, you are so... dead.
So, um,
I guess you delivered some pies to my aunts.
Yeah, they're sweet.
Probably be a lot sweeter if they didn't think you were...
murdered.
Did you tell them I was alive ?
Mm, kinda think that might make their little heads explode.
What was that rhyme?
I scream, you scream, we all scream
'cause you faked your death.
- You think I faked my death ? - That's what I just sang.
Unless you have a better explanation.
The fact that the truth was too unimaginable
even to be considered relieved Chuck.
But there were other problems.
Olive. Chuck.
If one thing scared the pie maker,
*** of Charlotte "Chuck" Charles would get out.
Spooky. We don't usually decorate for Halloween...
This much. Or at all.
Yeah, I'll have them down in a jiffy.
Chuck just had her head up her --
No, it's okay. Leave them up.
Probably good for business. I mean...
Thanks, Chuck.
Ned used to love Halloween.
Yeah. I guess I know Ned better than you do.
And now I know you better than Ned does.
So, does Ned know what you think you know ?
- Not yet. - Who does ?
Who knows ?
Olive Snook loved to win.
She celebrated the fact that the unflappable brunette
who had swept in from nowhere to steal the pie maker's heart,
might be flappable after all.
But, as often happens when one celebrates,
the universe is quick to even the score.
A sad ending for local blacksmith Lucas Shoemaker...
Jiminy christmas !
...Who was trampled to death late yesterday
while working at Manchester downs.
Police have agreed that the death was unusual,
considering the victim's experience with horses,
but they say they do not suspect any foul play at this time.
In other news, kittens on parade--
I know the decorations were a lot of work.
This has always been my favorite holiday.
Remember when we used to go trick-or-treating,
gorge ourselves on candy ?
You used to love that.
Why don't you like Halloween anymore ?
Remember razor blades in apples ?
Never actually happened, uh, not once.
Just vicious rumor.
- Are you changing the subject ? - No.
- Have you seen Olive ? - Olive ?
I wonder where she went.
Chuck imagined where Olive might be.
Ladies, I love your tea, and your house is so cute.
Oh, by the way, Chuck's alive.
- What's wrong ? - Nothing.
I said "Olive" and your whole face just went whoosh.
Why don't you like Halloween anymore ?
Things change. I grew up.
You grew up ?
Are you changing the subject ? Why the whoosh ?
That's how I look now when I feel nothing.
My face relaxes into something that looks nervous.
- Didn't used to. - Things change.
I grew up.
As the pie maker walked out one door,
Olive opened another.
As she looked in,
a secret flooded over her as sharp
and horrible as the day she had sealed it in.
Check, please.
- Or cash. Cash is good. - I want to hire you.
Technically, I already have,
since you were so grabby with the cash.
Think of it as in escrow between my thighs.
- What's the case ? - Yesterday,
a farrier named Lucas Shoemaker was found dead, trampled.
Why should I care about a dude that sells fur coats ?
Not a furrier. A farrier. "Air."
- Farrier ? - It's a blacksmith.
Puts shoes on horses.
Don't try to act like that's a word everybody knows.
Police are saying his death was an...
...accident.
- You got reason to think otherwise ? - I might.
This farrier, a friend of yours ?
We used to work together.
- He ever put shoes on or off of you ? - Wasn't like that. We were...
competitors.
- What did you compete about ? - Promise you won't laugh ?
No.
I used to be a professional horse jockey.
Shut up !
The facts were these --
for 8 years, 11 weeks, and 4 days,
Olive Snook had been a jockey.
At the peak of her career,
she was considered among the best and brightest of her sport.
Lucas Shoemaker had also been
a frequent visitor to the winner's circle.
Then, upon reaching the age of 45 years, 3 weeks,
4 days, and 4 hours old,
he retired for a second time...
permanently.
Is this a bad idea, Olive as a client ?
It's a little too close for comfort.
Oh, hang on a second. Let me ask the money.
Hey, money, it's me, Emerson.
I'm good. I'm good. Yeah, thanks for asking.
Say, can I still pay my bills and buy stuff with you,
even though you was Olive's money first ?
Yeah.
Okay, then. Thanks.
The money don't care. Touch him.
Hi.
This may seem like asking the obvious,
but were you trampled by a horse?
Yeah.
(He mumbles stuff)
They put a bomb in your daybed ?
No. Bomb (Then mumbles again).
- John Joseph Jacobs killed you ? - Yeah.
How can you understand him ?
I was in full orthodontic headgear for three years.
- When ? - Puberty.
You always had nice teeth.
My aunts told me it was a form of birth control.
- (And mumbles something that sounds like "Oh, that sucks"?) - Yes, it did suck.
Can we get on with this, please ?
So, you're sure John Joseph Jacobs killed you ?
I assure you, Mr. Shoemaker, justice will be served.
Wait. Except...
Here it is. Except what ?
He's dead.
W-who's dead ?
John Joseph Jacobs, he died seven years ago. I saw it.
John Joseph Jacobs died seven years ago. He saw it.
- His gope kill me. - His goat killed you ?
Gope.
And he's going to kim agem.
That sounded like... a ghost.
A ghost killed him.
And he's going to kill "agem."
Most people hear "ghost," and they think of
a disembodied dead sea captain or something. But
there's actually an entire spectrum of ghosts.
I'm fine with dead sea captain.
You don't really believe a ghost killed Lucas Shoemaker, do you ?
I'll bet she does.
How do you know there's not a ghost somewhere right now
telling his ghost friend, "you don't really think there's a guy
who can touch dead people back to life, do you ?"
That's not fair.
Just because there's magic in one place
doesn't mean there's magic in every place.
I don't believe in ghosts or witches or
haunted houses or spirits. And maybe that sounds a little crazy
coming from a guy who can shoot sparks out of his finger, but
- that's what I believe. - You used to believe in ghosts.
He used to think my aunts' house was haunted.
We had a séance there one night.
- He peed his pants. - I did not.
I knocked the hors d'oeuvre plate into my lap,
and the brie was runny.
I'd stick with the pissing-my-pants story.
Oh, there's Olive.
You were right. Lucas Shoemaker was murdered.
I knew it.
Word is there could be more.
- Know who else might be in danger ? - Might be jockeys.
- You got names ? - Got places. Bar I know.
Bunch of them hang out.
The name John Joseph Jacobs mean anything to you?
W-w-w-why?
Someone said they saw his ghost.
It was plain that the name John Joseph Jacobs
meant everything to Olive Snook.
That name means everything to her.
I'm gonna check out who else knows about this supposed ghost.
Olive said there was a bar.
I'll check out the stables,
see if the perp left behind any clues.
You mean like protoplasm or melted crucifixes ?
- Or, you know, real clues. - Did he say "perp" ?
He did. Isn't he cute ?
I'll come with you if you like.
Actually, I'd rather go alone.
Besides, I think Emerson needs you.
What ?
Don't kick me.
Did you just kick him under the table ?
No. Yes.
There's just something else I got to do.
- Case related ? - Yes. No.
In fact, I probably won't even make it to the stables.
Fine. I'll go to the stables.
You go to the bar.
You go and do whatever private, secret,
alone thing you need to go and do by yourself.
Alone.
She's upset.
But this really is something I have to do alone.
Telling me helps.
- Where's Olive ? - Oh, shoot.
The reason 60% of Olive Snook's blood
had left her head was this --
For 3 years, 4 months, and 26 days,
John Joseph Jacobs had been the golden boy of horse racing.
Win after win on the world circuit
earned him grander trophies and greater purses
until he was a sure bet to become the greatest jockey of all time.
His chance to prove this came in the race of the century,
pitting the top jockeys of the day against each other.
But as he was about to win the jock-off 2000,
John Joseph Jacobs suddenly found himself... unseated.
His patented early lead,
ideal for winning but not for falling,
led to his being unwittingly trampled
by the four other riders in the race,
including the jock-off 2000's eventual winner, Olive Snook.
I quit racing the next day,
put the trophy and my winnings in a safe-deposit box.
I thought if I locked it all away, I could...
forget.
You think whoever killed Shoemaker
was looking to get revenge for John Joseph Jacobs' death ?
- I know it sounds crazy. - It ain't crazy.
A guy's supposed to win a race, and then he doesn't.
A lot of angry gamblers looking for someone to blame.
But why now ?
Seven years is a long time to nurse a grudge.
What if it is John Joseph's ghost ?
Well, see, now, that's crazy.
What if he's going after everybody
who finished the race where he died ?
Gordon was fourth. Shoe showed third. Pinky placed second.
I never should have won.
You need another drink.
Barkeep !
Hey, listen, king kong. I already told you.
You can finish your beer and go.
We don't want your kind in here.
Take a breath, big fella.
I'm merely referring to the sign behind the bar.
Damn it, Pinky McCoy.
I'm trying to save your life. Will you just calm down ?
The P.I.'s here about shoey.
He just wants to ask you some questions.
Why do they call you Pinky ?
If you're looking to make a joke at my expense...
- It's just a question. - Knock it off, the both of you !
And you put that gun away !
Listen to the little lady.
A bird gun like that
ain't gonna do you no good if the ghost of John Joseph Jacobs
- comes a-calling for you. - Shut your trap, Gordon!
You seen this ghost, friend ?
Oh, I've seen him, all right.
He rises from his grave and walks the stables by night...
Oh, brother.
...Looking for revenge on the riders who mangled him.
Oh, no. Then it's true.
The ghost of John Joseph murdered that jockey.
And he'll get the rest of us, too,
- one by bloody one. - That's it ! I'm cutting you off !
The only thing that ghost's a-murdering is my business.
You don't believe me, you go look at his tomb for yourself.
The lid's been broken
on account of him climbing out all the time.
Who eats in a tomb ?
There's crackers everywhere.
Whoever it was couldn't have been here very long ago.
Gordon was right. The lid's been broken, just like he said.
Maybe John Joseph is coming back from the dead.
Or someone wants to give that impression.
Maybe Gordon knows more than he's letting on.
We got to look inside.
Maybe John Joseph faked his death.
People do that all the time.
- No, they don't. - Yeah, they do.
Sometimes they just don't even try to cover it up.
They just show up
and ruin your life like no one's ever gonna figure it out.
But then you do figure it out 'cause you're not an idiot.
- Are you an idiot ? - No, because an idiot
might misunderstand what you're saying and hit you with a shovel.
I think you know.
I think you're wrong. Can we do this ?
Oh, you want to do it.
Okay. Yeah.
It's all yours.
1...
2...
Shut up.
...3 !
Sweet secretariat !
Oh, that don't look like John Joseph.
- A horse with no name. - Or legs.
Hello?
Hello, is anybody here ?
Nay yourself.
Come on, Digby, let's go look for evidence.
You know, if you think about it,
we've already been murdered once.
How many people or dogs can say that, huh ?
You know what we are ?
We're the walking dead on Halloween.
If anyone should be scared,
it should be them.
Oh, look,
someone dropped an oyster --
Emerson!
What are you doing here?
There's a legless skeleton of a horse in John Jacob's tomb,
- and Olive knows you're dead. - First of all, huh?
And secondly,
Olive thinks that I faked my death,
which is completely different to knowing that I'm dead.
Yeah, different like purple and mauve.
I was sending pies to my aunts.
I didn't know Olive was gonna deliver them.
This is exactly what Ned was afraid of.
Now she can ruin everything.
I hope he's okay, wherever he is.
At that moment,
the pie maker found himself across town and across time.
Happy Halloween.
Dad's heart had done what it needed the most.
It moved on and never looked back,
till Ned was nothing...
but a ghost.
So, the ghost ran away,
one thought in his head --
to go back to his old house
and lie down in his bed.
But you can't go back in time, any ghost can see.
So, he laid down where his bed used to be.
20 years went by.
Paint chipped, grass grew.
Young Ned never forgot,
and young Ned grew, too.
So he came back to haunt the house where good times were had
till the times, they'd marched on, and with them, dad.
Hey, kid, throw another egg, and you have my word,
it'll be the last egg you ever throw.
That's right. Run, you little bastards.
Well, whoever killed Shoemaker
obviously wants to give the impression he's John Joseph's ghost.
Stealing his body must be part of the plan.
Got it.
The mother may not know anything about her son's body
- being missing, so tread lightly. - Anything else ?
- Yeah. - Sorry I'm late.
Hansel and Gretel would have lived a lot longer
if they had had to find this dump.
- Hi. - Hi.
Olive's coming. She knows the woman.
Great.
You know, Hansel and Gretel lived, by the way.
Once they tricked the witch into the oven,
they stole her jewels,
went home with their father, only to discover that their stepmother,
who had sent them into the woods, had died of evilness.
- You can't die of evilness. - Happens all the time.
You do something mean or hurtful to someone, like
tell a secret -- Bang! You are dead.
Or bang! You're not really dead.
You're just pretending to be dead,
while other people who think you're dead are heartbroken.
Or, bang, you talk too much, and you both go wait in the car.
Oh. Hello.
Olive ! I never thought I'd see you again.
Well, you're a modest dresser, as always.
I do hope you'll forgive all the mess,
but the hall of fame is remodeling their exhibit on Johnny.
And they asked me to go over all of his trophies.
- Congratulations, Mrs. Jacobs. - Thank you.
It's probably just as well that you trampled him
when you did, Olive,
or else I would have had to buy another house
just to put all the trophies in.
- I know that must sound a little -- - Bitchy.
What did you say your name was ?
Brandon ? Butch ?
- Chuck. - Chuck.
Oh, I knew it was something unladylike.
My point was that I have made peace
with Johnny's death.
It wasn't easy at first,
but knowing that it was an accident,
and that you've stayed single
and that all the rest of them are drunks,
it made it a little easier.
How do you know I'm still single ?
Well, you wouldn't need all that bait
if your belly were full of fish, dear.
- That's a big trophy. - Yes,
that one belongs to me.
This is Johnny's final resting place.
- His ashes. - His ashes ?
Then what did you bury at his funeral ?
- All the gold. - His horse.
You see, Johnny always wanted to give the horse
that made his career a hero's burial,
but the health department wasn't too keen on that,
so I did it in secret.
I want you to know, Mrs. Jacobs,
I never spent the winnings from that race,
until now, to hire Mr. Cod to help solve this awful murder.
I do forgive you, Olive Snook.
The fall was an accident.
I can't blame you for not slowing down.
Johnny never did.
Well, I guess that explains the horse skeleton.
- But not the murder. - Or the ghost.
I think John Josh's come back,
and he's coming after every one of us who was in that race.
- And I think she knows it. - But you didn't do anything.
And she forgave you.
As the little voice in Olive's head
told her something bad was about to happen...
We need to check on Pinky.
We're closed!
...The not-so-little voice in Pinky mccoy's head agreed.
Unaware that his friends were closing in on the trail
of what appeared to be a murderous ghost,
the pie maker continued to haunt his own past.
Halloween's a busy time for us.
Some of the neighborhood children started a rumor we were witches.
They said we turned little boys into birds.
That's... terrible.
Help me. Help me.
They turned me into a bird.
Scares the willies out of them.
Lily, Vivian,
do you remember very much about my father ?
Uh, no.
A neighbor's a neighbor. Hard to remember so long ago.
He was a handsome man.
And he liked to edge his lawn on Saturdays.
Your father was a jackass.
Everybody said how terrible it was
when he moved away like that.
You ask me, he did us all a favor, you included.
The pie maker stared at the ripe strawberry
that had turned rotten at the touch of his tongue.
It could only mean one thing. He had touched it before.
Where did you get this pie ?
We thought you were having them delivered.
Comes every week.
I don't know how we survived without it.
It's like a sex addiction.
I would imagine.
The pie maker realized Lily and Vivian had their own ghost.
Oh, if this is that Armenian baker pulling some kind of switcheroo --
No. No. It's me.
I'm sending them.
I just figured you could use a little sweetness
in these hard times.
I, uh...
I really got to go.
Ned, wait.
Ned.
- Your father -- - I know.
He was emotionally stunted, afraid of getting close.
Definitely not the best at goodbyes.
"Jackass" is as good a word as any.
Then why do I still miss him?
We see what we want to see.
Sometimes
I put pillows under the covers of Charlotte's bed
and pretend she's sleeping.
I miss her, too.
Nobody remembers your father, Ned.
What they do talk about is how you turned out
to be such a nice, wonderful boy.
Man, even.
I'll keep the pies coming.
As the pie maker started off,
he realized that, for the first time in his life,
he missed something more than his past.
He missed his present.
Where have you been ?
Not important.
It's important to me. I missed you.
I missed you, too.
Can we get on with this, please ?
Olive.
Come on. Let's go outside.
We'll let Emerson and Ned look for evidence.
Come on.
Aw, crap.
I need a drink.
All right, who did this ?
Wouldn't have believed if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes --
Same silks, same goggles, same as the day he died.
- The ghost did it. - Finally got his revenge.
Not that I don't deserve it,
as I'm the one who gave him the snip.
What snip ?
Let's just say I played the ponies better than I rode them.
- You bet on your own races. - Only the ones I fixed.
You see Olive, you tell her I'm sorry.
She don't deserve what's coming to her.
What's she got coming to her ?
It's pretty clear John Joseph's come back
because he knows how we all kept the secret.
- What secret ? - Make yourself comfortable.
It's quite a story.
Son of a bitch.
- Olive ! - Olive !
As Olive was confronted with the lie
that Pinky had briefly revived to point the finger,
she broke down.
The facts were these --
In the pandemonium that followed the tragedy-marred jock-off 2000,
the four surviving jockeys, Pinky, Lucas, Gordon, and Olive,
gathered in secret.
One of them had deliberately cut the fallen jockey's girth.
John Joseph Jacobs had been sabotaged.
Accusations flew.
But to protect their own honor,
and that of their storied profession,
the heinous crime would never be revealed to anyone.
- Olive tried to protest... - No.
...But she was overwhelmed.
The oath to keep the terrible secret was taken
and the evidence destroyed.
You're in a lot of danger.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the girth.
Why would you spend all those years lying for each other ?
We took an oath.
I was scared for what would happen if I broke it.
Sometimes you have to keep a secret,
even if it means hurting someone.
Exactly. Damn it.
Bottom line is, someone wants to get payback either
'cause they found out about the secret,
or because they knew about it all along
and want it to go away forever.
That only leaves Gordon and you.
I didn't do it, and it certainly wasn't Gordon.
We got to find Gordon before somebody else does.
But if it is a ghost...
I'm getting the car.
All I'm saying,
if this is some spirit trying to correct a terrible wrong,
then you need to confront it and tell it to move on.
If I were a ghost,
it would be hard for me to move on, too.
I'm sure it would be.
Keep the curtains closed
and the windows locked for the rest of the night.
Yes, sir.
- Be careful. - I will. You too.
Lock the door behind me and don't let anyone in.
I love in-charge Ned.
You really don't have to stay. I can totally take care of myself.
- You're not scared ? - No.
Why ? Are you?
No.
I'll make some tea.
And I'll get the booze to take the edge off.
- Bourbon, with a splash of chamomile. - Aunt Lily's favorite.
Hey, Olive...
Thank you for respecting my secret.
I'd never do this to my aunts if I didn't have to.
I won't tell Ned. I'll leave that up to you.
I keep the booze by my bed.
John Joseph.
If you're...
scared of a ghost, confront it.
Hey, Olive, I love your horsey mugs.
Olive ?
Olive ?!
It is you!
John Joseph Jacobs.
It's really you ?
- Oh, nice shot. - Are you okay ?
I found this outside the window.
I gave this to John Joseph Jacobs
right before the jock-off 2000 for good luck.
Olive ?
John Joseph, I thought you were dead.
You should be ashamed of yourself...
...and about two feet shorter.
Let me explain.
The facts were these --
John Joseph Jacobs had indeed died on the track that fateful day.
Clear !
But the shock of 1,200 volts brought his heart back to life.
Unfortunately, his legs would not be so lucky.
Consulting with the family,
the doctors turNed to another racer who had fallen that day.
After a 14-hour surgery,
all the gold would live on...
below the belt of John Joseph Jacobs.
We thought you were a ghost.
Well, I've basically been living in mama's basement
for the past seven years.
When I heard you talking about Shoemaker through the heating vent,
- I thought I was dreaming. - Did you kill him,
- John Joseph Jacobs ? - Of course not.
Why would I want to kill anybody if it was just an accident ?
Then who would be trying to frame you ?
I don't know.
Truth is, I've done my best
to forget that whole chapter of my life.
I guess I kind of tried that, too.
Can we go back a little ?
You have, um, horse legs ?
It's called xenograft bone transplantation.
Those doctors were artists.
It only took two years
until I could walk up the basement stairs on my own,
and only another three until my mama let me.
I'm so sorry your mom keeps you in the basement.
No, it's my choice now.
I feel safe down there.
Besides, since the operation,
mama thought I might scare people.
Is that why you've been hiding in the basement ?
- John Joseph, you look great. - And you beat death.
You're alive.
Don't you owe it to your horse to stand up on his two legs
and get out there and live ?
Maybe you're right.
Maybe it's time to tell my mother
I'm ready to get out there on my own.
I mean, geez, I'm almost 40.
John Joseph, do you want us to help you talk to her ?
That would be great.
Oh, and I kind of need a ride home.
My mama's still at her aqua therapy.
Make yourself at home.
Oh. Thanks !
- Hey. Hey. - What ?
If John Joseph didn't do it,
then the killer's still out there.
Swizzle sticks! We're out of crackers.
- Crackers ? - Oyster crackers.
I have low blood sugar.
I kind of get crazy-grumpy if I don't watch it.
I have more bags downstairs.
- This trophy bugs me. - Olive, there --
there were oyster crackers at every murder scene.
If he's alive,
then what do you think she keeps in here ?
I don't know, but hurry up and open it before he comes back.
What if he changes when his blood-sugar level drops ?
- Like a hypoglycemic werewolf ? - Hurry up !
There are ashes in here.
What if he's gonna go get his horse ?
- Olive ! - Look !
It's John Joseph Jacob's saddle.
- He does know the secret. - Yes.
As Olive prepared to be the ghost rider's third victim,
Gordon considered the sober prospect of being the fourth.
And never brought to mind...
Ccan you not sing ?
If I don't sing, I throw up.
Sing.
I miss Pinky.
I even miss Shoey.
They were good people.
Even after Shoey
got on the wagon and became an epic bore,
I loved him.
He stopped drinking ?
That poor sucker.
He even made amends to John Joseph's mother before he died.
What do you mean "made" ?
Told the old bag of nails everything.
He even brought her the ashes from the saddle to prove it.
Go.
Mama Jacobs, you killed Lucas and Pinky ?
As far as anyone knows, it was the ghost of John Joseph,
and it's gonna stay that way.
The crackers were a nice touch.
Hypoglycemia is hereditary, sweetie.
I trampled them just the way they did my boy.
- But John Joseph is alive. - They murdered his career.
He could've won the triple crown.
He could've been the best there ever was.
Olive is innocent. She didn't cut the girth.
But I kept the secret.
Now that we've reestablished why I need to kill you,
it's time for you to run.
I have found that trampling works better at a full gallop.
Come on !
This way. This way.
Come on. Come on.
They're not there.
The woods !
Come on.
Watch out.
Oh, my ankle.
Here! Here, put your arm around me.
You got it. You got it.
Go. Go.
Lean on me.
Hurry ! Hurry !
Are you okay ?
- Run. Save yourself. - No. No.
She's after me, not you.
Tell Ned I love...
...his pies.
But -- Olive !
Olive !
Over here ! The old gray mare,
she ain't what she used to be
ain't what she used to be...
Olive!
I love you, shovel.
- Are you okay ? - You saved me.
Hey, di--
Olive! Olive !
Ned ?
Chuck ?
Though Olive Snook had won the race for her life,
in the race for the pie maker's heart,
she had, once again, placed second.
As for mama Jacobs,
this race would be her last.
She had always seen her son as a winner
and could not see him as anything else.
Her murderous grip on the past landed her a trip
to a private museum for one.
Olive offered John Joseph the trophy from the jock-off 2000
she felt was rightfully his.
Oh, I couldn't possibly.
He took it...
as well as the unspent purse,
which he happily accepted.
I'm so glad you brought me back here.
Ned: I haven't been back in a long time.
I had to confront a ghost today.
Whose ghost ?
My own.
I know about the pies, Chuck.
- Did Emerson tell you ? - No.
Olive ?
- I mean, you're not mad ? - No.
I understand.
Come on, there's something you got to do.
Is that clock right ?
It's 2:00 in the A.M.
I'll get my gun.
And I'll get the candy bowl.
Trick or treat.
Thanks to Raceman for the transcript
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