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Previously on Pushing Daisies:

I'm just moving next door.

- Are those my books?
- Welcome home.

When you moved out, I panicked,
thought everything was changing.

Everything is changing.
You came and gave me another chance.

- You only got a minute.
- I know.

What if you didn't have to be dead?

- You can't touch me.
- So a kiss is out of the question?

- Are you a parent, Emerson Cod?
- I used to be.

You have a daughter? Where is she?

You think it's curious
Olive left in the night? I'm curious.

I wish I knew where she went.

Chuck's mother isn't some woman
who died in childbirth.

In fact, she's alive
and pretending to be her Aunt Lily.

Lily doesn't want her sister,
Vivian, to find this out.

Because Vivian was engaged to
Chuck's father when she got pregnant.

Lily.

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.

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 prize 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 P�rigord 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.

Oh, and be sure to give Pigby a little-
What do you call it?

Somethin'- somethin'.

Oh.

Excuse me. Amen.

Pigby.

Rise and shine. We got eats.
Fresh and French, on your doorstep.

Which is odd, 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. Pennebaker.

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

Digby, are they for me? Thank you.
Come in, come in, come in.

Sorry, where was I? Last night, I was
polishing the furniture you brought...

...from my childhood bedroom.
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.
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.

They barely knew each other.

- But they must've known something.
- Nothing.

They felt so terrible about it,
Vivian cried nonstop...

...and Lily went on a six-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 gotta 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 Pennebaker,
Catch-As-Kin-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 go
rooting around in their past.

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

...do the same job, live the same life,
but 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.

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.

Oh.

- Uh, 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?

Huh? Oh.

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 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 wanna know?
- Not especially.

That was just
my attempt at polite wee-talk.

Moment's passed.
Let's talk compensation.

Well, I have none.
Vows of poverty and all.

- 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.
- Oh, Emerson-

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 in...

...one that doesn't involve me,
i. e., 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?
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 mind his.
Besides, he hired a new waitress.

Brandi, Candi, 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, we're all alone up here.

One is never alone
in the house of the Lord.

- That's bat crap.
- It's a fricking convent. Show respect.

I'm showing you bat crap.

For somebody who's
to keep this place spick and span...

- ... Sister Larue was Sister Half Ass.
- She just polished the bells.

MOTHER SUPERIOR:
Sister Olive...

...why didn't you alert us
to our guests' arrival?

Our apologies. I'm Mother Mary Mary.

This is Father Edwardo Dedonde.

Father Dowling, Vatican police.

And, um, 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, ahem,
see the body of Sister Larue...

...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 before.
Remember Lazarus?

Let's do this.
They got the joint locked down.

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.

She's throwing her heart into it
willy-nilly.

What's so 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 wanna delve.

But something's pushing dead girl
to clear 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.

Oh.

- Am I dead?
- Sorry, Sister.

- Are you * * * * * * * kidding me?
- Shh.

You "shh. "
I've been putting up with silence for 10-

- Could we ask you a couple questions?
- I got a question for you.

Where's my white light?
I knew this afterlife stuff was-

- Where's my * * * * * * * diamonds?
- Wh- Diamonds? What diamonds?

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

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 go-

We're so going to hell.

So before Sister Larue
was Sister Larue...

...she was Dr. Linda Frank, mycologist.
Fancy word for fungi specialist.

Talked more like a sailor
than a scientist.

You're not far off. Says she's from
a long line of longshoremen.

Isn't it fascinating? You can put
a lady through a Ph. D. program...

...cloister them for a decade...

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

How is your tree? Family, not apple.

Mr. Pennebaker should be putting
the final touches to each limb.

I don't mean to sound negative.
You're so good-

I did something bad.
As you were pulling 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 joined a convent.
- And?

That part of the application was blank.

- You're off the hook.
- You saw how she treated me.

There was a hook, and I was on it.

Now, if I've upset her, I gotta 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.

This can't happen. Not here.
There are commandments.

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

Oh, Sister.

Emerson, this is my refuge, my home.

Wanna share it with
a homicidal maniac?

Well, not particularly. Dang it.

Educate me about Larue.

- She ever mention diamonds?
- No.

- Enemies?
- Everyone admired her.

When she wasn't in the orchard, she was
in her room with her science books...

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

Hey, this wall is hollow.

CDs? Magazines?

Top-shelf fem-care?
This stuff is all forbidden.

Someone's there. Shh.

Please let me go.

Not until you face the papal fuzz.

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 her 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 saw Mother Superior
coming out of a secret door.

I'm gonna check it out. All of you in?

I'm- I'm busy.

Here's what I got. Sister Larue...

...was running goods for her sisters,
from lip gloss to romance novels.

I bet blessed boss lady found out
and dropped the 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 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 rooms.

Truffle storage.

Guess Mother Superior
was just checking in on the crop.

And capping off
a do-it-yourself project.

Odd, the bricks don't match.

The mortar's wet too.

Jericho time.

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

We're hoping to interview
people who knew Sister Larue.

From the looks of this,
she didn't have any visitors in 10 years.

Some families disagree with their
daughter's decision 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.

Oh, um...

They weren't around.

I lost my dad when I was 8,
and my mom died having me.

- Oh. God bless you. God bless her.
- I don't really dwell on it.

But unexpectedly, I'll think of her,
and then, more specifically...

...this hole in my heart
where a mother should be.

- 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?

Twenty 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 in the hell is this?

Shh.

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 two-horsepower motor.

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. Sounds like the chef who
taught my Tortes of Europe pastry class.

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

Sister 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.

- Like, really amazing.
The 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.

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 $4000 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.

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 v on Getz.

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 walls up the basement tunnel...

...to keep him out.
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. Great job.

Peace be with you, and also with you.

That was way too easy.

Oh, yeah. Itty-bitty's about to blow.

I know you're upset. Let's talk.

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

Really? Have you thought
about me since I left?

Go on. I'll be your punching bag.
Jab all your misplaced anger away...

...but you should know
Chuck feels awful.

For what? I ain't mad at Chuck.
I'm mad at you.

- I didn't do anything.
- I had feelings for you.

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, 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.

If I'm gonna have to get over you
all by myself, I'd 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.

Hallelujah.

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 lips, they just loosen up,
and I blurt.

This is your last warning.
Please stop digging.

I won't.
And you know who really won't...

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

- Chuck.
- No! Oh, please.

Ned, 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? Um....

- Uh, are Freemasons involved?
- Oh, Lord, help me.

A nun.

Okay. Um.... Hmm.

- What, she's fat?
- Mm-mm. It's like....

She's not fat, but she looks fat.
She's pregnant.

Yeah. Did she, uh, have her baby?

Did she have to give it up?

No idea what that means. Moving on.

Uh, do you know
this fallen nun personally?

- You do. Do I?
- Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

I do? She doesn't look familiar.

- Lily Charles.
- Oh!

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 her cousin, because Lily
and vivian aren't her aunts.

You are killing me!

Not really her cousin...

...because not really her aunts...

...because really her mother.
Lily is Chuck's mother.

Oh, 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. Pennebaker
is no better than a third-grader.

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

I'm a person with no past...

...and no future,
because 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?

The sisters are saying
that Larue's haunting the bell tower.

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 transition
between life and the afterlife?

I didn't move on to where
Mom and Dad are, and I didn't return...

...to where I was either.
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.

OLIVE:
Penance lists.

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?

Because 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 note, hoping
her boyfriend wouldn't suspect foul play.

But, oh, 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.

Oh. Take her down, Father Dowling.

Yes, Father Dowling,
just like you did in your TV show.

Perhaps your associate, M* A * S *H's
Father Mulcahy, would like to help.

Oh.

I decided to do some investigating...

...after chatting
with your female colleague.

Her ignorance of the term
"taking the veil"...

...might have been explained
as 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.

- Aah.
- Oh.

As Father Confessor,
I'm usually the one in that seat...

...but tonight I yearn
to unburden my soul.

Should we...

...jump in, get it over with?

Ready when you are.

I can't do this.

Not after a day like today.

Really? You wanna...?

Yeah.

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,
the 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, 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 history
when I know everything 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 wanna 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?

Oh.

Oh, Father Ed. You've gotta 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.

Jeez, Louise.

You pushed Larue.

Sister, let me explain-

- Did you find the keys?
- I assure you...

...if I locate anything key-ish,
you are the first person I will tell.

OLIVE:
Help!

That's Olive.

All right, we're busting out of 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.

I just thought...

...if you're up here...

...you may be feeling godforsaken.

So maybe I could, um....

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 aunts ' 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 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.

OLIVE:
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
and what to do when pursued by one:

Run zigzag until you can climb a tree.

Olive, up here!

OLIVE:
Chuck!

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

Whatever.

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

Help me!

- Help me!
- We're coming!

Oh, God. Help!

Help, help, help!

Sisters, help him. Go help him, help him.

- The rest of us, pray.
Come on, come on.

Chuck! I got you.

Oh, Chuck, I'm so sorry I was cold.
I didn't wanna hurt you.

Now you're still gonna be hurt,
and I'm gonna lose...

- ... the closest thing to a sister I have.
- Oh, thank you. That 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 pulling. Pigby, pull!

Pull! Pigby, pull!

Thank you.

Oh, glory be to Go-

Olive! 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.

Hm.

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

Go on, it was a team effort.

Hey, they, uh, tapped me to be
the new head of truffle operations.

Ah, you'll be great.

Because you are great. Person-wise.
And you're right about a lot of things.

Like what you said about
how when things got messy...

...I left you in the dirt. Not literally,
but I'm sure it felt that way.

- That's not great.
- No. That wasn't great.

It was awful. I was awful.
I'm ashamed of myself.

I know what it's like to be abandoned.
You think you're worthless, unlovable.

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

Forgiving them is inconceivable.

So I know I have no right to ask for your
forgiveness, but I still wanna tell you...

...I'm sorry.

Wow.

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

But, um, that was nice too.

- Oh, you wanna come home?
- Oh. My work here is done.

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.

Hey, 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.

- Yeah.
- Come on, Pigby.

Hmm.

A secret that was
nine 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.

See how you took that news
and chose to make it good?

It's inspiring.

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

Mm-hm.

For you. I thought
you might wanna fill it in.