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Previously on Pushing Daisies:

- A minute.
- I know.

- 60 seconds.
- I know.

Oh!
What if you didn't have to be dead?

You touch murder victims,
ask who killed them.

Touch them again,
back to being dead.

- You collect the reward?
- That's it in a nutshell.

We haven't seen each other.

Don't you wanna know about me?
I wanna know 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 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 are you doing here?

Pie delivery. Tart apple.

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 had concurred.

Then one day before All Hallows' Eve...

...she gave him the nod,
it was hard to believe.

He was stunned to be summoned,
guess what he'd been given.

Candy corn treats
or masks of dead risen?

But the thing was more frightening
than a demon winged or hoofed.

A pre-printed 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 yourpast,
you best not stick around.

Hello?

Ned hates Halloween, you know?

Makes him moodier
than a pumpkin full of PMS.

What? Ned doesn't hate Halloween.

I think tomorrow's
his least favorite day.

In fact, when he sees all this,
you're gonna be one sorry zombie.

Seriously, you are so dead.

So...

...I guess you delivered some pies
to my aunts.

Yeah, they're sweet.

Probably be a lot sweeter
if they didn't think you were murdered.

Did you tell them I was alive?

Hmm. 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 otherproblems.

Oh, Olive, Chuck.

If one thing scared the Pie-Maker,
it was that the secret...

- ...of Charlotte 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 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.

I guess I know Ned better than you do.

And now I know you better
than Ned does.

- So does Ned know what 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 krispies.
- ...who was trampled to death...

...while working
at Manchester Downs.

Police have agreed
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.

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.

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 when I feel nothing.
My face 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 wanna hire you.

I already have
since you were so grabby with the cash.

Think of it as an 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?

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 a...

...accident.

- You got reason to think otherwise?
- I might.

- A friend?
- We used to work together.

- He ever put shoes on 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 eight years, 11 weeks and four days,
Olive Snook had been a jockey.

At the peak ofher career,
she was among the best...

...and brightest ofher sport.

Lucas Shoemaker had also been
a frequent visitor to the winner's circle.

Then upon reaching the age
of 45 years...

...three weeks, four days
and four 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 pay my bills and buy stuff...

...even though
you was Olive's money?

- Uh-huh.
- Wait.

Yeah. Okay, heh, then.

Thanks.

The money don't care. Touch him.

- Hmm!
- Hi.

Hi. Uh...

- Oh.
- This may seem like asking the obvious...

...but were you trampled by a horse?

Yeah. Ababa-debed.

- They put a bomb in your day bed?
- No...

- John Joseph Jacobs killed you?
- Yeah.

How can you understand him?

Hi. I was in full orthodontic headgear
for three years.

- When?
- Puberty.

- You always had nice teeth.
- It was a form of birth control.

- Oh, that sucks.
- Yeah, it did suck.

Can we get on with this?

You're sure
John Joseph Jacobs killed you?

- Uh-huh.
- I assure you, justice will be served.

Wait, except...

- There it is. Except what?
- He's dead.

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 goat killed me.

His goat killed you?

Gop.

Gop. It...

Woo-ooo.

And he's going to kill again.

- That sounded like...
- A ghost. A ghost killed him.

And he's going to kill again.

Most people hear ghost...

...they think of a disembodied
dead sea captain or something...

...but there's 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 bet she does.

How do you know there's not a ghost
telling his ghost friend:

"You don't think a guy
can touch people back to life."

Not fair. Because there's magic in one
doesn't mean there's magic every place.

I don't believe in ghosts, witches,
haunted houses, or spirits.

That sounds 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 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 was murdered.

I knew it.

Word is there could be more.

- Know who might be in danger?
- Might be jockeys.

- You got names?
- Got places. Bar I know.

Bunch of them hang out.

Name John Joseph Jacobs
mean anything to you?

Well, why?

- Someone said they saw his ghost.
- Huh-uh.

Oh.

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 the stables
to see if the perp left clues.

You mean like protoplasm
or melted crucifixes?

Or, you know, real clues.

You 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? Ow!

Don't kick me.

Did you just kick him under the table?

No. Yes.

There's something else I gotta 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 alone thing
you need to go and do by yourself.

Alone.

She's upset.

This really is something
I have to do alone.

Telling me helps.

Where's Olive?

Oh, shoot.

The reason 60 percent
of Olive Snook's blood...

...had left her head was this:

For three years, four 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 greaterpurses.

Until he was a sure bet to become
the greatestjockey of all time.

His chance to prove this came
in the race of the century...

...pitting the topjockeys 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.

Whoever killed Shoemaker
was looking to get revenge...

- ...for John Joseph Jacobs' death?
- I know it sounds crazy.

It ain't crazy. Guy's supposed
to win a race, 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 Joseph's ghost?
- 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.

Never should have won.

You need another drink.

- Barkeep.
- Hey, listen, King Kong.

I told you.
You can finish your beer and go.

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

- Take a breath, big fella.
- Hey, hey.

I'm merely referring
to the sign behind the bar.

Damn it, Pinky McCoy.

I'm trying to save your life.
Calm down.

PI's here about Shoey.
Wants to ask some questions.

Oh.

Why they call you Pinky?

If you're looking to make a joke
at my expense...

- It's just a question.
- Knock it off and put that gun away.

Listen, little lady.

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 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.

- John is coming back from the dead.
- Someone wants to give that impression.

Gordon knows more than he's letting on.
We gotta look inside.

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 ruin your life
like no one's gonna figure it out.

You do figure it out because
you're not an idiot. Are you an idiot?

No, an idiot might misunderstand
and hit you with a shovel.

I think you know.

I think you're wrong.

- Can we do this?
- Mm. Yeah.

Oh, you wanna do it.

Okay. Yeah.

It's all yours.

- One.
- Uhn!

Two.

Will you shut up?

- Three.
- Uhn.

Sweet Secretariat.

Oh, that don't look like John Joseph.

- A horse with no name.
- Or legs.

Hello?

Hello, is anybody here?

Neigh yourself.

Come on, Digby,
let's go look for evidence.

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 Jacobs' tomb.

- And Olive knows you're dead.
- First of all, huh?

And secondly,
Olive thinks that I faked my death.

Which is different
to knowing I'm dead.

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 lay down
where his bed used to be.

Twenty 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 throw.

- Come on, come on, come on.
- That's right, run, you little bastards.

Whoever killed Shoemaker
wants to give the impression...

...he's John Joseph's ghost.

Stealing his body must be part
of the plan.

Got it. Oh.

The mother may not know about her
son's body being missing so tread lightly.

- Anything else?
- Yeah.

Sorry I'm late.

Hansel and Gretel would've lived longer
if they'd had to find this dump.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Olive's coming. She knows the woman.
- Great.

Hansel and Gretel lived. Once they
tricked the witch into the oven...

...they stole her jewels, went home...

...only to discover
that their stepmother...

...had died of evilness.

You can't die of evilness.

You do something mean
or hurtful to someone...

...like tell a secret. Bang, you're dead.

Or bang, you're not really dead,
just pretending to be dead...

...while other people are heartbroken.

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

Excuse me.

Oh, hello. Olive.

I never thought I'd see you again.

Well, you're a modest dresser,
as always.

Ah-ha-ha. Mm.

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. Heh.

- Congratulations, Mrs. Jacobs.
- Thank you.

It's probably just as well
that you trampled him when you did.

Or else I would've had to buy
another house...

...just to put all the trophies in.
Ha-ha-ha.

- 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...

...that you 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.

- Ahem. 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.

Oh.

I do forgive you, Olive Snook.

The fall was an accident.
I can't blame you for not slowing down.

Johnny never did.

I guess that explains
the horse skeleton.

- But not the murder.
- Or the ghost.

I think John Joseph's come back.

And he's coming after
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 turn little boys
into birds.

That's terrible.

Rawk! 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'd you get this pie?

We thought
you were having them delivered.

Comes every week.

I don't 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 gotta go.

Ned, wait.

Ned.

- Your father...
- I know.

He was stunted, afraid of getting close,
definitely not the best at goodbyes.

Jackass is a 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've you been?
- Not important.

It's important to me. I missed you.

I missed you too.

Can we get on with this?

Olive?

Come on, let's go outside.

We'll let Emerson and Ned
look for evidence. Come on.

Oh, 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
and 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 has she got coming to her?
- It's clear John Joseph come back.

- He knows how we all kept the secret.
- What secret?

Make yourself comfortable,
it's quite a story.

Son of a bitch.

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 survivingjockeys,
Pinky, Lucas, Gordon, and Olive...

...gathered in secret.

One of them had deliberately cut
the fallenjockey'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.
- Sorry I didn't tell you.

Why would you spend years
lying for each other?

We took an oath.
I was scared for what would happen.

Sometimes you have to keep a secret.
Even if it means hurting someone.

Exactly.

Damn it.

Someone wants to get payback because
they found out about the secret...

...or they knew about it
and want it to go away forever.

That only leaves Gordon and you.

I didn't do it and it wasn't Gordon.

We gotta 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 wrong...

...you need to confront it,
tell it to move on.

If I were a ghost...

...it'd be hard for me to move on too.

I'm sure it would be.

Keep the curtains closed
and the windows locked.

Yes, sir.

Hey.

- Be careful.
- I will. You too.

Lock the door and don't let anyone in.

Mm-hm.

I love "In charge" Ned.

You really don't have to stay,
I can take care of myself.

What, are you not scared?

No. Heh. Why, are you?

No.

I'll make some tea.

- I'll get the booze to take the edge off.
- Bourbon and a splash of chamomile.

- Aunt Lily's favorite.
- Heh-heh.

Olive?

Thanks 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?

Olive?

It is you.

John Joseph Jacobs...

...it's really you?

Oh, nice shot.

- You okay?
- I found this outside the window.

I gave this to John Joseph Jacobs...

...right before the Jock-Off 2000
for 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 1200 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.

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 wanna kill anybody
if it was 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.

Guess I kind of tried that too.

Wait, can we go back a little?

You have horse legs?

Oh, 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.

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?

John Joseph, you look gruh-eat.

And you beat death. You're alive.

Yay.

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, jeez, I'm almost 40.

John Joseph, do you want us
to help you talk to her?

That'd 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. Ahem.

- Hey, hey.
- What?

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

- Mm-hm.
- Swizzle sticks...

...we're out of crackers.

- Crackers?
- Oyster crackers.

I have low blood sugar.

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.
Open it before he comes back.

What if he changes
when his sugar drops?

Like a hypoglycemic werewolf.

Hurry up.

Ew.

There are ashes in here.

Oh.
What if he's gonna get his horse?

- Olive.
- Look.

It's John Joseph Jacobs' saddle.

- He does know the secret.
- Yes.

Scoop it.

As Olive prepared to be...

...the ghost rider's third victim...

...Gordon considered the sober prospect
of being the fourth.

Can you not sing?

If I don't sing, I throw up.

Sing.

Oh, gee, I miss Pinky.

I even miss Shoey.

Oh, 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...?
What do you mean "made amends"?

He told the old bag of nails everything.

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.

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.
- Shh.

Now that we've established
why I need to kill you...

...it's time for you to run.

I have found that trampling works better
at a full gallop.

Come on.

- This way. This way.
- Wait.

Come on. Come on.

They're not there.

The woods.

Come on. Follow me.

- Watch out. Aah.
- Aah.

Aah! Aah!

- Oh, my ankle.
- Here. Here, put your arm around me.

Got it. Got it.

That's it, come on, go.

Lean on me.

Hurry, hurry, don't look.

Oh, God. Are you okay?

Hurry. Here.

Oh, you okay?

- Run, save yourself.
- No, no.

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

...his pies.

What? Olive.

- Olive.
- Hey, over here.

- Olive.
- Aah!

- Olive!
- Ned?

I love you, shovel.

Are you okay?

You saved me.

Hey...

Mm, mm! Mm!

- Olive, Olive.
- Ned?

Chuck?

Heh.

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.

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.

Hmm?

- Did Emerson tell you?
- No.

- Olive?
- Olive?

I mean, you're not mad?

No.

I understand.

Come on.
There's something you gotta do.

Wooo.

Is that clock right?

It's 2:00 in the a.m.

I'll get my gun.

And I'll get the candy bowl.

Oh.

Trick or treat.