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Previously on Pushing Daisies:

Young Ned had a special gift.

He could touch dead things
and bring them back to life.

But he could only bring the dead
back to life for one minute.

Any longer,
and someone else had to die.

And there was one more thing
he had to learn:

First touch, life.

Second touch, dead again forever.

But as young Ned grew
into the Pie-Maker...

...this gift proved to be most useful...

...in the death of his
childhood sweetheart, Charlotte Charles.

Are you in love with her?

- You only got a minute.
- I know.

What if you didn't have to be dead?

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

You touch murder victims.
You ask who killed them.

Touch them,
they go back to being dead...

- ...and then you collect the reward?
- That's it in a nutshell.

Oh!

You saved me.

It was a friendly expression
of innocent gratitude.

- Ha! Hi-hi.
- What's gotten into you?

What's gotten into you?

At this very moment,
at the Longburrow School for Boys...

...young Ned was nine years, 41 weeks,
14 hours, and three minutes old.

And exhausted.

For, despite the endless waking hours
spent assuring himself...

...that his heart was on the mend,
Ned discovered the truth in his sleep.

Sadly, not a single night had passed
since the death of his mother...

...that he didn't dream of her
coming back to him.

Realizing he couldn't rush his heart
into healing, he concocted a plan.

To reconnect with his mother
in a way that only he could.

For young Ned wasn't like
the other children.

Or the other adults for that matter.

Which, in this case,
delighted him, briefly.

Although young Ned knew
he couldn't taste the pie...

...lest the fruit rot again,
he didn't care.

The mere smell of it made him feel,
if only for an hour...

...exactly like he wanted to feel:
Safe and warm and loved.

Which is why he became...

...the Pie-Maker.

Who, at this very moment,
was planting flowers...

...to make Chuck feel as safe and warm
and loved as he once did.

Sue Bee.

- Who bee?
- I'm referring to the honey.

The store-bought kind. The kind
I will purchase by the gallon for you.

Honey don't work for us.
Never as sweet.

Oh, look. There's a fantastic rooftop
for the honey harvesting expansion.

Let's not plant flowers way over there.

- You don't even know which building.
- I know it's not this one.

In interest
of Operation Urban Honey Pioneer...

...I think we should keep
the operation contained.

Comfortably contained.

Comfortable in a good way,
like it's usually used.

I'm concerned for the bees.

Keep the flowers close
so they'll feel safe.

Actually, bees have
an incredible sense of smell.

So if we do our job planting the flowers,
bees'II do theirs and find them.

Why do we need so much honey
anyway?

Mm-hm. It's a surprise.

- Surprise has never been a good word.
- You'll like this one.

You know, the honeybee has to visit
hundreds of blossoms...

...before it has nectar
to take to the hive.

So the more flowers,
the merrier the bees.

A broken-hearted
Olive Snook found herself...

...navigating a minefield
ofher own making.

- Oh!
- This is what it is, isn't it?

Unless that's not a rolling pin
under your apron.

- Sorry.
- Oh! Heh.

Isn't it great we can joke?

Now that we know there's nothing
going on between us and never was.

I bet this happens all the time
between adults...

...mixed romantic messages.

We'll be looking back and laughing
till we wet the rug.

- Yeah.
- Which we'll then shampoo.

A couple times. Three,
depending on what we've been drinking.

Yeah.

Oh!

Maybe I should wear a bell.

- Actually...
- I'm not wearing a bell. Ahem.

Chuck continued to keep
the secret ingredient ofher pies secret.

Not even Olive Snook knew
the baked goods she delivered...

...contained
homeopathic mood-enhancers...

...meant to pry Chuck's aunts
out of their funk.

So have they been in a good mood?
My aunts?

Moods, plural.
And not all of them good.

Okay, maybe it's time
to go to Phase 2.

Have we been in Phase 1...

- ...this whole time?
- Mm-hm.

- How many phases are there?
- Four that I know of, but maybe five.

We're at Phase 2, which means
we need to get them back in the water.

- It's like oxygen for them.
- Because they're former mermaids.

Professionally,
not mythologically speaking.

- I know all about their mermaidness.
- Ahem.

- What are these? Cupcake pans?
- Surprise.

Huh?

- It's the Pie Hole, not the Cupcake Hole.
- It's not a cupcake. It's a cup-pie.

A single-serve pie with honey.
My honey baked into the crust.

And since it's a pie,
it could be served in the Pie Hole.

I'm a purist. I like that we serve
traditional pies in the Pie Hole...

...not these hybrids.

- You could do with loosening up.
- I don't do loose. I prefer tightly wound.

Not shapeless with extra room
for surprises.

I was a surprise.

You made room for me. Some.

Yeah, I made room. A whole rooftop
full of room for you and your bees.

I know and I love it.
But I'm not Quasimodo in the bell tower.

Quasimodo would have been better off
in his tower...

...where it was safe and comfortable
and he had his bell.

I'm not sure Quasi would agree.
Quasi wanted adventure.

Quasi wanted to see the world.
Quasi wanted cup-pies.

Whew.

Private investigator Emerson Cod...

...was enjoying the latest issue
of Knit-Wit magazine...

...his literary outlet for knitting humor...

...when he received a phone call
from the mother of one Anita Gray.

Ugh...

The facts were these:

Anita Gray, 22 years,
11 weeks, two days...

...nine hours, and 33 minutes old...

...was taking a private tutorial
in olfactory science...

...when she experienced an epiphany.

The epiphany was that her instructor,
Napoleon LeNez, was a genius.

It was an epiphany Napoleon LeNez
had himself experienced...

...many, many years earlier.

He showed her how olfactory cues
could trigger memories...

...release floods of endorphins
and pheromones...

...and cause biological
and psychological reactions...

...that deeply impacted
the way people behave and feel.

Using the smell of unfiltered cigarettes...

...to evoke fond memories
ofher grandmother...

...he opened her eyes and heart
through her nose.

So she devoted her life to his work.

With his new apprentice, Anita,
by his side...

...LeNez created a self-help guide...

...for those who wish
to not only harness their past...

...but to inspire and mold their future
via the power of smell.

Anita didn't live
to see the book published.

While working alone...

...she was killed by a
mysterious explosion in LeNez's lab.

Exactly what caused that explosion...

...seemed to be a question
only Anita Gray could answer.

Whoa! Oh!

Oh, that is pungent.

Pungent like fried chicken
grilled on a bed of hair.

Well, what you waiting on?

Mm.

- Who's smoking?
- You.

How rude of me. I'm dreadfully sorry.
This can't be good for your lungs.

Anita, you have less than a minute
to impart any last words...

On what caused that explosion.

An explosion?
That's what that flash was.

Do you remember anything
before the flash?

The smell of my grandma's
unfiltered cigarettes.

Unfortunately,
Anita's desire to experience...

...another olfactory-induced memory
ofher beloved grandmother...

...dead from cancer,
led her to sneak a look...

...at the one and only advanced copy
of LeNez's book.

A book that was meant
for his nose only.

This was clearly a case of...

Death by scratch-and-sniff?

LeNez didn't want you looking
at that book?

He didn't want anyone looking at it yet.

Was I being punished for peeking?
Is God mad at me?

- No. No, God is not mad at you.
- Somebody's mad at somebody.

Somebody's mad at Napoleon LeNez.
That damn book was booby-trapped.

- Five seconds.
- Will I see my grandma?

- As far as you know.
- That's a yes.

Death by scratch-and-sniff.

What the hell happened to people
shooting each other with guns?

Anxious to sniff out more information...

...our heroes sought out
Napoleon LeNez...

...scratch-and-sniff author,
in his suite above the city.

And immediately found themselves
in an alarming situation.

Ahem. Do not be alarmed
by this situation.

Hey.

You better open up these doors.

Please excuse
my decontamination procedure.

My nasal glands are extremely delicate.

- Napoleon LeNez?
- Felicitations.

Felici... What?

- We're here about your assistant...
NAPOLEON: Don't speak.

A smell tells so much more.

Cigars, after-shave, antacids,
cash, and yarn.

- You're a knitting detective.
- Hmm.

And you.

Huh.

Hmm, mm.

Flour, fruit, and the subtle waft
of musky pheromones.

- Triggered by...
- Mm-mm.

You.

A girl smelling of honey...

...and death.

Which doesn't surprise me.

The animalic-charged molecules
used in your perfume...

...are found in decomposing bodies
and feces.

Oh, I'm not wearing any perfume.

- I am not wearing just any perfume.
- Precisely my point.

Why settle for less?

In all aspects of life,
we strive for perfection.

Why not apply those principles
to what we smell?

Yeah, LeNez, look,
we're here about that scratch-and-sniff.

Your book was a bomb.

Who are you to criticize my life's work?

Your book was a bomb. It exploded.

The killer had used a unique explosive...

...on LeNez's advanced copy
of the book.

A chemical mixed with an oxidizing agent
to create a fiery chain reaction.

- Are they still gonna publish your book?
- Anita would have wanted it that way.

Although I'm sure she would have
preferred a version where she lived.

She was thrilled...

...when my publisher bumped up
the release of Smell of Success.

- When did they bump up your smell?
- Two weeks ago.

Follow your nose, Mr. Cod, and it will
lead you to this deviant's doorstep.

When we harness the power of smell,
we become bloodhounds of our desires.

Smell it. Crave it. Own it.

I can wear them? You mean it?
On my feet?

Unless you're cursed with a sixth toe.

- You're not, are you?
- No, no. Five fingers, five toes.

Us Snooks are boring that way. Heh.

Oh, had a cousin with a third nipple.
He'd let you see it for a dollar.

- How fascinating.
- And a bargain too.

This is a dream come true.

I hope this doesn't freak you out...

...but I used to be a big
Darling Mermaid Darlings enthusiast.

I had the tail and the clamshell bra.
Oh. Just like this one.

- Did you show that off for a dollar?
- Oh. I bet you miss your fans.

I know I would.
All the adoration, all the love.

Doesn't this paraphernalia
make you wanna get back in the pool?

No reason to.
We canceled our comeback tour.

But look at all this stuff.

Imagine the money you'll make
from merchandizing alone.

Mm. What's this?

- That belonged to Charlotte.
- It was her mother's.

Whatever happened
to Charlotte's mother?

She died.

And with that,
Lily went to her dark place.

You want it? Take it.

I don't care
if I ever get in the water again.

Now, for the love of Kukla, Fran
and Ollie...

...rent the girl a hand truck
and get this crap out of here.

I need a piece of pie.

Do you really think
people can change their lives...

...by smelling the right smell?

If so,
I'm gonna get me some cash potpourri.

I talked to that publisher. LeNez's book
was bumped up the release schedule...

- ...prior to Anita Gray's murder.
- So...?

If LeNez's book got moved up
the schedule...

...somebody else's book got moved off.

Find the book that was on this schedule,
that is no longer on this schedule.

You'll find an author
with a motive to kill...

Look, a slice of pie
is too much for some customers.

- A cup-pie would be perfect.
- See that? See what you did just now?

You interrupted our conversation
with your chatter.

I don't know what a cup-pie is.
I don't give a damn what a cup-pie is.

I'm sorry. A cup-pie is a single-serve
pie with a honey-baked crust.

- Doesn't that sound good?
- Sounds delicious...

...but we don't serve them.

Am I seriously the first person
to question your aversion to change?

What about your ex-girlfriends?

Emerson doesn't wanna hear
about any of this.

I must admit, I am curious.

Before dead girl came along,
I didn't know what you liked.

Or if you liked
or if you had anything to like with.

You could have been one of those people
born with both but didn't use either.

I've had girlfriends but there were
always extraneous factors.

What kind of extraneous factors?

You know, we grew apart
and lost interest.

Had intimate relations
on a bearskin rug.

- Oh, no, did it...?
- It did enough to be upsetting.

Psst.

- Come on.
- Wait, wait, what's all this?

Girl business. Bonding.

Huh?

Hey, Phase 2 has experienced
a hiccup.

The kind of hiccup that goes away
if you hold your breath?

The kind of hiccup that keeps you up
till you go crazy...

...and you give away
all your mermaid mementos...

...and refuse to get back
in the pool again.

Oh, no. Have they been eating their pie?

Chuck, a slice of pie
can't solve all their problems.

We need to get them stronger pie
and give them a push. Into the water.

- But I have been pushing.
- You gotta push harder.

The Pie-Maker feared
Chuck and Olive bonding...

...was like a chemical accelerant
bonding with an oxidizing agent.

An explosion was bound to pop up.

- Ooh! Pop-ups.
- What?

Pop-up books. I love pop-up books.

And if the sacred cash cow that
I worship is mooing down on us...

...our killer likes pop-ups too.

Emerson and Ned
pursued the pop-up author.

Ahem. Are you Chas Spielman,
author of Pop-Up Pin-Up?

That's me.

Are you here for a sneak peek...

...or should I say "peep"
of my latest book?

This book was canceled.

Only temporarily.
I'm still working on that.

This don't look like no pop-up book
I had as a child.

Pop-ups aren't just for children.

My pop-ups are designed
for their original audience.

- Perverts?
- Mature connoisseurs of art.

And homicidal maniacs
with rudimentary reading skills.

"The New Patriots Pop-Up Book:
A Three-Dimensional instructional...

...Telling You Everything
You Wanted to Know...

...About Building Bombs
of all Shapes and Sizes."

Pop-Up Palace
appeals to an unusual demographic.

Any instructions in here on how to build
a scratch-and-sniff bomb?

Is this about the attempt
on Napoleon LeNez?

- Word travels fast in literary circles.
- His book did bump Pop-Up Pin-Up...

...off the schedule. Seems like
a good motive to blow somebody up.

- Clearly, you have the means.
- Hmm.

Who would publish a book
on how to kill somebody...

...then kill somebody they knew using
the method they published in the book?

- Oooh.
- Ahem.

Yeah, well, I'm keeping this book
as evidence.

Mm-hm.
- Ooh.

And these too.

- So you didn't want LeNez dead.
- I may be petty but I'm not that petty.

Besides,
the publisher moved LeNez's book...

...from a prime holiday spot
to no man's land.

If you ask me, his book wasn't bumped.
It was dumped.

Huh.

Oh, it smells like family hour
at the public pool.

Oh, no. That's not the pie.
It's chlorine tablets.

Aunt Lily used to say
it smelled like bottled sunshine.

If it came in a bottle, Lily would like it.

I've been reading
this good self-help book.

It's about the power of smell.

I thought we'd try it, see what happens
when you combine pie happiness...

...with the happiness of chlorine.

You know, I read a self-help book once.

Samsonized: How To Grow Your Hair
To Become A More Powerful You.

Two weeks later
and I was bald as a baby's behind.

Looks like I'm not the only one
who read it.

What's the haps, paps?
Any luck on the case?

First of all, I ain't your paps.
Paps has a lady connotation.

And second of all,
this ain't none of your business.

Oh. Yuck.

Something... Something's stuck in there.

- Oh! Aah!
- Oh!

- Oh!
- Oh!

- Ugh.
- Oh, no, they didn't.

The intent of the warning was obvious.

Someone wanted to make a stink.

- Blech.
- Ooh!

Decay.

A tinge of rusted iron.

Harsh but spiky with a sulfuric edge.

This loathsome omen
came up from the sewer.

Which means it could have only come
from one man.

Oscar Vibenius.

Oscar Vibenius and Napoleon LeNez...

...were lab partners
and the best of friends...

...until their divergent olfaction theories
tore them apart.

Oscar favored the wild,
unfettered smells of the natural world...

...believing that people couldn't
appreciate the good smells in life...

...without smelling the bad.

LeNez believed that because smell...

...has a powerful effect
on human behavior...

...humans should surround themselves
with only good, carefully controlled odors.

Over time, their rivalry grew
until neither man could stand the other.

Each retreated to the worlds
they found most comfortable.

One above ground...

...and one below.

There was really nothing I could do.

It's sad. Oscar would do anything to
prevent my theories from being published.

Do you have any idea
where he could be?

There were rumors.

Some claim that he committed suicide.

Others were convinced that he ended up
in a mental institution...

...only to be put back on the street
by the Reagan administration.

I heard tales of Oscar
roaming the sewers. Haunting them.

A soured husk of who he once was.

Then someone recently told me
he worked for the DWP.

So that might explain
where some of those rumors came from.

Hoo!

Look carefully, ladies. This is your
future.

Is it vodka?

Water.

- Hmm. As in, Russian for vodka?
- As in, English for H2O.

Lily doesn't believe in water anymore.

She thinks it's a waste
of a perfectly good tumbler.

How about now?

Chlorine.

Lily used to say it reminded her
of bottled sunshine.

Now it reminds me of children
without bladder control.

Why, Lily, is that a smile?

Hmm.

Just gas.

So she swallowed her happiness...

...and retreated to the safety
ofher usual despondency.

As Lily's gas passed...

...our determined heroes followed
the tube sock to its own foul origin.

Oscar Vibenius.
- We're really walking around down here.

This is where he roams and haunts.

Now, see, you all gonna make me
get my shoes wet.

There's his toolbox.

Looks like he's working
on this thick yellow hose.

- Well, let's follow the yellow thick hose.
- Follow the yellow thick hose.

I sure hope there's methane down here
because the skinny ones are first to go.

Hello?

He ain't down here.
Ain't nobody down here.

We been walking around here for hours
following dead girl and now we lost.

We're not lost.
We're following the yellow thick hose.

What about all of those rumors...

...about Oscar
ending up in a mental institution?

Or worse,
becoming a modern-day monster?

There are no such thing as monsters.

- What about CHUD?
- CHUD?

Cannibalistic Humanoid
Underground Dwellers.

They feed on the homeless...

...and helpless passersby.

I hear they're pack hunters.

Yeah, well, in that case,
I sure hope they like white meat.

Oh, thanks.

- Where are we exactly?
- We should be in LeNez's neighborhood.

In fact, we're right underneath
his apartment building.

Mm.

Ah!

Oscar...? Ahem. Oscar Vibenius?

You better run.

Department of Water and Power
employee Oscar Vibenius...

...is wanted for questioning...

...in the attempted murder
of Napoleon LeNez...

...author of upcoming
self-help opus, Smell of Success.

Presales of the book have skyrocketed
since the first explosion...

...which caused the death of Anita Gray,
a former associate of Mr. LeNez.

I may be clean
but my mind is in the gutter.

What? Dirty thoughts?
Lascivious pinings?

In the sewer gutter with Oscar Vibenius.

Oh, that gutter.

He keeps blowing things up
but never who he wants to blow up.

Yeah, he's certainly no sharpshooter.
Maybe he just likes the attention.

I bet he's real pissy that
Napoleon LeNez's getting the attention.

Oscar's about to get
all the attention he wants.

Oh. Sorry, I didn't know
that you were here.

How'd you get cleaned up
so quick?

I got cleaned up in an amount of time
it takes to get cleaned up.

You just slow.

So why's Oscar getting all the attention?

LeNez's about
to make a statement.

And as witnesses
to the most recent attempt on his life...

...we also have to make a statement.
And that "we" don't include you.

Why? I witnessed the latest attempt.

That don't change the fact that
there's a grave you're supposed to be in.

What'll you say
when they ask who you are?

- I'll say that I'm somebody I'm not.
- Oh.

"Hey, somebody. Can I see some ID?"

Well, I'll smile and I'll be polite
and I'll say:

"Oh, I'm sorry.
I forgot my purse and I got no pockets."

Uh-huh. "Well, somebody.

See, now I'm gonna need
to see some ID...

...on account of you look like that
dead girl that got killed on that cruise."

Okay. If that happens,
I'll say something like:

"What is this, a police state?"

If I say that, it means
I'm having a panic attack.

No need to panic
because she ain't going.

- Huh?
- You ain't going.

Just wanted to try it on
before I gave it back.

While I have you here,
would you take my photo?

Yeah, sure.

You should know that
Operation Femme Follies...

...is up and flapping.

- The mermaids are singing.
- But are they swimming?

They're thinking about swimming.
But their hearts are singing.

At least one of their hearts.
The other one's stalling.

Psychologically, not cardiologically.

Lily.

That's the one.
Man, her nut don't crack.

Let's do one for Fourth of July.

Her nut does crack. I know it does.

- I cracked it before.
- Yeah, I've seen that crack.

Thought maybe you'd want this.

- My aunts gave it to you?
- Practically forced it on me.

I think it's a big first step for them,
emotionally.

What are the stages of death?

Something, something,
something, acceptance.

Yeah, those are the stages.

No, no. We're not at that stage
of our friendship yet.

Please don't cry in front of me.

- Don't do it. Don't you do it.
- I'm not going to.

- You better not.
- I won't.

You did it.

Um, tsk...

Would like a piece of pie?

What can smell do for you?

If you're Napoleon LeNez,
author of Smell of Success...

...the controversial new guide
to satisfaction through olfaction...

...smell can get you killed.

Napoleon, how many attempts
have there been on your life?

Right now, there's only been two, Carol.

- Then you're anticipating more?
- I don't know.

Seems like somebody out there...

...doesn't want my book
touching the world.

Purging your life of the bad smells
and focusing on the good.

- It's all there in Smell of Success.
- But it's not just somebody.

You know the man
who made two attempts on your life.

Yes, I do. His name is Oscar Vibenius.

Here with us now is an eyewitness...

...to Oscar Vibenius's attempt
on your life earlier today.

- Sir, tell us what you saw.
- Good evening, Carol.

Let me preface my statement
by saying that my name is Emerson Cod.

I'm a private investigator.

If you need to reach me,
my telephone number is Klondike 5-0155.

That's Klondike 5-0155.

I've been investigating the Anita Gray
murder. She was taken much too soon...

- Get a load of Muggy McHambone.
- Hawking his wares.

He just gave out his phone number
on national television.

Look, there's the killer.

What makes somebody like Oscar...?

Look, there's the killer.

Oh, Lord.

Don't make me cut a bitch.

Hey, I'm just here for pie
and conversation.

Neither of which are cause
to call a man a bitch.

- You're trying to kill Napoleon LeNez.
- If I am, I'm not a very good killer.

I keep blowing things up
but never who I wanna blow up?

I said that. Have you been spying on me?

You'd be surprised what you hear
when you press your ear to the pipe.

If it wasn't you,
who's trying to kill LeNez?

I have theories.

You've been conducting
your investigation...

...I've been conducting mine.

We should talk, compare notes.
Come to conclusions.

How about you put that knife to use
and cut me off a piece of persimmon pie?

Let's compare notes.

Why were you in the sewer
with your hands on a booby trap?

Why Oscar Vibenius had
his hands on a booby trap was this:

After learning of the attempt
on LeNez's life...

...Mr. Vibenius trailed
his former colleague to a sewer mane...

...where he lost track of him.

But what he found in his stead
was a mysterious yellow thick hose.

Which he quickly realized
was part of a plot...

...to blow up Napoleon LeNez's car.

He worked quickly to disable the threat.

But couldn't dismantle the bomb
before he was startled in the dark.

Fearing said bomb was about to blow...

...he chose to run for cover
rather than explain his actions.

How do we know
you're telling the truth?

LeNez said you were a CHUD.
A Cannibal...

I know what a CHUD is.
And I know Napoleon LeNez.

Did he tell you what you smelled like?
He thinks people like that.

- He said I smelled like honey.
- Like you've been dipped in it.

There's something else you smell like.

- I know. Death. It's my perfume.
- You're not wearing perfume.

No, this isn't death.
This is something else altogether.

I've never smelled anything like it.

- Do me. Do me. What do I smell like?
- Dog.

We need proof.

We're not gonna believe you
because you say so.

Would you believe your noses?

Smells like rotten eggs.

Well, it was incinerated
in an exploding ball of methane gas.

- What else would it smell like?
- Nothing.

- Oh. Methane is odorless.
- I cook with gas. It smells like eggs.

Companies add a chemical smell to it
before it's pumped into our houses.

But a methane explosion in the sewer
wouldn't have a smell.

Unless someone thought
an ignorant public expected it to.

Someone elitist. Someone like LeNez.

With a book about to be published...

...he has the most to gain
by an attempt on his life.

Nothing sells books like a little murder
and mayhem.

I already preordered my copy.

As Napoleon LeNez's star
appeared to rise...

...Lily and Vivian's star
continued to fall...

...as they made their way
through a box of slides...

...documenting happier times.

Ohh...

Look, Lily. It's when we went
to the Hebrew Feta Fete.

I miss my eye.

- Peculiar.
- What?

You said you miss your eye
before you said you miss Charlotte.

The first thing I thought of
was I miss Charlotte.

Good God, Vivian.
It was the first thing I thought of too.

It just so happens,
I don't always say everything I think.

Fancy that.

It wasn't your eye,
why we stopped swimming.

We told people it was, but it wasn't.

We've been stopped swimming
long enough...

...for it not to matter
why we stopped swimming.

It used to make you so happy, the water.
I think it's brave to try to be happy.

You've gotten so comfortable
being unhappy.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to wake up
in the morning and choose to be happy?

To let the water wash everything away?

Eh.

Ah...

You forgot your chlorine tablets.

Her olfactory glands...

...stimulated with the smells
of synchronized swimming...

...Lily experienced a flood of endorphins
from the scent of bottled sunshine.

As Napoleon LeNez experienced a flood
of endorphins from his media blitz...

...which left the Pie-Maker
to carry out a blindside blitz of his own.

Emerson.

- Where did you go?
- I was bored and snooping.

Maybe ipso facto snooping. It wasn't
my goal to snoop to entertain myself.

When you're bored,
go into the bathroom...

...rummage through the cabinet...

...look in the closets, under the bed, find
something you were never meant to see.

Get to the point.

- Damn.
- Well.

That couldn't have gone better
if I'd planned it.

Smell it. Crave it. Own it.
That's the spirit.

So once you smell it
and then you crave it...

...how far are you willing to go
before you own it?

You can't scratch and sniff
and make a wish, you gotta have a plan.

According to you, this thing couldn't have
gone better if you planned it yourself.

- Which leads me to believe...
- You planned it yourself.

You set Oscar up. After you figured out
the correct spacing.

This is ridic... How dare...?

You planted that sock.

I am not going to stand here
and be accused.

- I think it's best if you both leave.
- I concur.

- Oh!
- When I suggested you leave...

...I didn't mean the penthouse.

I meant this mortal coil.

Congratulations...

...you're about to fall victim
to attempt number three on my life.

But don't worry.

I'll mention you in the acknowledgments
of the second printing of my book.

Oh, hell, no.

Hey.

You got exactly three seconds
to open this damn door.

Wait. What's that...?

That smell is the chamber filling
with an amalgamation...

...of explosive gases...

...which will erupt on my mark.
So please, if you're in a hurry to die...

...fire your gun
and set the chamber ablaze.

But killing us
isn't gonna change anything.

Says you.

Imagine the outcry when
the press releases photos...

...of my charred
decontamination chamber...

...the corpses
of two private detectives...

...unfortunate enough to trigger
my nemesis's third attempt on my life.

How tragic but how perfectly titillating.

Boy, Anita sure made a big mistake
hitching her horse to your wagon.

Don't say that.
I never meant to hurt her.

- You killed her.
- But I didn't mean to.

Her death was an accident.

When it became clear...

...his publisher
was going to bury his life's work...

...LeNez concocted an explosive
marketing strategy of his very own.

He would boost interest in his book...

...by pretending to be the target
of a murderous rival's attack.

His discovery
of the booby-trapped tome...

...would create a publicity whirlwind
his publisher could not ignore.

But there were variables
he couldn't control.

Including the utter devotion...

...of his most dedicated student,
Anita Gray...

...who couldn't resist a quick sniff.

Still, Anita's death only fueled the fire...

...increasing his book's presales
exponentially.

So without further ado,
LeNez set the rest of his plot in motion.

He pinned the crime on Oscar
as planned...

...and further capitalized
on the growing publicity...

...by staging a second,
more spectacular attempt on his life.

An attempt that Oscar himself
mistakenly helped legitimize...

...by appearing on the scene to stop it.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Please give Anita my felicitations.
And again, tell her I'm sorry.

- Ned.
- Chuck.

- Oscar.
- Napoleon.

- Hi, Emerson.
- Hey, Olive.

- Wait, no, no, no.
- It's okay. Oscar reversed the pumps.

He what?

Using his expert knowledge
of the city's underground electrical grid...

...Oscar had reprogrammed
LeNez's entire decontamination system...

...just prior to entering the building.

Repurposed and rejiggered...

...it no longerprotected him
from the outside world.

Instead, it didjust the opposite.

No, no, no.

No. No!

No!

As the system purged itself...

...the man who demanded purity
was branded a filthy murderer.

And the man who embraced filth...

...rejoiced that his sullied reputation
had been cleansed.

I'm canceling my preorder.

Satisfied that another case
had been closed...

...our heroes returned home.

Elsewhere, a tentative breeze of hope
signaled a new beginning.

Ugh. What are you doing?

Another case closed.

Emerson temporarily set aside
his knitting needles...

...to pursue a new hobby.

One that magnified
his happiness tenfold.

I love pop-up books.

Hey, you haven't seen my old sweater,
have you?

- No, have you seen my new menus?
- No.

For me?

For you.

Cup-pies.

The mere sight
of each other left the Pie-Maker...

...and the girl named Chuck...

...feeling exactly
like they wanted to feel:

Safe and warm and loved.

Meanwhile, Oscar Vibenius embraced
an obsession of his own.

Chuck and her secret were in danger.

And this time,
it wasn't so much about the telling...

...as it was the smelling.