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This is daily notes log
for attempt number three

of my neighborhood experiment.

Obviously, I hope and assume

this will be the final version.

No, I know it will be.

All the kinks have been worked out.

This is the one.

And after I pull this off,

they're gonna hang my picture

in the Bad Place Hall of Fame

right next to the guy
who invented bees with teeth.

You, Eleanor Shellstrop, are dead.

Cool.

I'm Chris Baker.

I'm your soul mate.

Bring it in, man.

Sorry, I must ask,

why are you wearing a sash
that says "best person" on it?

Apparently, I am
the number one points-getter

in the entire neighborhood.

Is that so?

I always have to have
my sashes custom-made

due to my height and bosom size.

Also, apparently,
sashes are out this season.

The diagonal line really draws
one's eye to the chin bloat.

Go fork yourself, you mean giraffe.

Run! Giraffes!

Giraffes! Run!

Oh! Mean giraffes are
destroying the neighborhood.

Gah!

Oh, boy.

Hey, robot slave lady?

Busty Alexa?

- Oh, Janet?
- Hi, there.

Gah, still not used to it.

Hey, what if I,
an already amazing person

who definitely belongs here,
wanted to learn

even more about how to be a good person?

Is one of these nerds, like,
a teacher or a life coach

or an Instagram fitness model
or something?

Eleanor, I'd like you to meet
Chidi Anagonye.

Chidi, this is Eleanor.

Janet tells me you were
a professor of some kind.

Yes, I was a professor
of ethics and moral philosophy

focusing on deontology.

Hang on one second, Cheebee.

This guy's too big of a nerd.
Who else you got?

- Michael, what do we do here?
- I don't know.

Apparently, the Bad Place
knows that one of you

actually belongs down there with them,

and they want that person
to get inside the obelisk,

or they're gonna take all of you.

I can't go. I'm too young to die

and too old to eat off the kids' menu.

What a stupid age I am.

I'd never survive down there.

They should take Eleanor.
She's a pear shape.

- She'd fit right in.
- Oh, excuse me.

You wish you could have
a bite of this pear.

I'll go. I deserve to go.
You guys can stay.

- Chidi, you're not going.
- No, I have to go.

Holy forking shirt.

You guys, don't you get it?

Michael is torturing us.

That's why our lives
have been so miserable

since the moment we got here.

This isn't the Good Place.

It's the Bad Place.

Ahh, farts.

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Okay, attempt number 11.

Let's focus on the positives.

Eleanor always hates her house.

Tahani always hates Eleanor.

Jason hates being quiet.

Chidi immediately gets a stomachache.

So there's a lot to work with here.

Hang on one second, Cheeto.

So it's gonna be a hard pass
on Superdork Jones over there.

Anybody else you got to teach me?

You guys ready for our lesson?

We're talking David Hume today,

bundle theory of the self, baby.

Sounds like a real banger,
but you guys gotta scram.

My soul mate has some sort
of surprise planned for me,

and he seems very excited about it.

Well, you two are certainly
getting along

very well these days.

Yeah, I'm actually kind of
into Sebastian lately.

I mean, he's a little hokey,

but he's growing on me a little bit.

* My love, my sweet dewdrop *

* I have written you a three-hour *

* Spoken word jazz opera *

Cool.

* Eleanor, less and more *

* Who's it for? *

* For you,
my dewdrop cream of the crop *

* Top to the bop to the bop to the top *

- Okay, no, no.
- What?

No version of heaven for
anyone would ever include

three hours of this.

We're in the Bad Place, aren't we?

Damn it.

That was a real trip for biscuits,

and now we're all wet, Daddy-O.

I never even got to play
my stupid triangle.

No, no, no, no, Michael,
please, please, please!

Please don't kill me.
I have so much to live for.

I'm sorry, Janet, got to reboot you

every time I start over.

Oh, I know. I'm not actually upset.

It's just the automatic
fail-safe mechanism

that kicks in every time
you approach the plunger.

- Go ahead.
- Ah.

Michael, you monster!

Attempt 32.

Attempt 57.

Attempt 99.

Attempt 108.

I've analyzed some recent data.

Eleanor always seems to realize

that they're in the Bad Place

- just at the moment that...
- Excuse me.

Sorry, the door was open,
so I just came in.

Did you just say I'm in the Bad Place?

Attempt 109.

I've closed and locked the door.

Uh, yep, and we're ready to go.

This is your soul mate Greg.

This is your soul mate Glenn.

This is your soul mate Tahani.

This is your soul mate Lerf.

This is your soul mate,
a golden retriever.

Hang on.

Wait a minute. You know what?

Holy smokes.

This is the Bad Place.

This is the Bad Place!

This is the Bad Place.

This is the Bad Place.

The pig's getting angry.

This is the Bad Place!

Bees, bees, bees, bees.

Oh! Oh, this is the Bad Place.

Shh!

Michael, Michael, if I'm gone,

who will take care of my birds?

Michael, no, no, no, no, no!

I... I'm pregnant. And it's your baby.

I have tickets to "Hamilton" next week,

and there's a rumor that
Daveed Diggs is coming back.

Janet, we've been through
this hundreds of times.

I mean, can you just chill out?

Is that possible, Janet?

Can you just chill out a little?

Nope, it's gonna be the same every time.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

No, no, no! No, Michael!

Please, please, calm down. Calm down.

All right, okay, calm down. Calm down.

I mean, why even bother at this point?

I'm obviously never gonna get it right.

"I'm Eleanor. I'm so smart.

I'm actually in the Bad Place."

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Shawn still thinks I'm on version two.

I just keep lying to him,
and it's really bad,

but I... I mean, I have to keep trying.

I'm in too deep.

And I'm really fat right now.

I'm stress-eating, and I'm
gaining weight in my thighs.

I mean, look at that.

Ohh.

So sorry. Who are you?

And where am I?

It doesn't matter.

This one doesn't even count.

Hang on one second, Chili.

This guy sucks. Who else you got?

I can hear you.

Michael, you simply cannot expect Chidi

to decide whether Eleanor goes to the...

Yo, yo, homies, check it.

There's something messed up
with this place.

We keep fighting with each other.

None of the TVs get
the NFL RedZone channel.

My soul mate doesn't even know
who Blake Bortles is.

I know this sounds crazy,

but I think we're in the Bad Place.

Jason figured it out?

Jason?

This is a real low point.

Yeah, this one hurts.

Ow.

Okay, this might be the one.
We're a week in.

Chidi's teaching Eleanor,
but she hates it.

Tahani still thinks that Jason's a monk.

Everyone's miserable.

I'm so happy.

Fingers crossed.

Vicky, where is everyone?

They're not coming, Michael.

You have lost control
of this experiment,

so we are on strike
until our demands are met.

I speak for the entire crew, Michael.
We're sick of it.

We can barely remember

what we're supposed
to be doing anymore, plus...

I spent weeks perfecting

this excellent Australian accent, I did.

And then I never got a chance to use it.

You're still upset
about the size of your part?

Yes, I want a more important role.

But that's just my demand; all 318 of us

have something
we want to do differently.

Some people want bigger houses.

Gayle wants a different backstory

where she was an MMA fighter?

Gunnar wants to bite and/or nibble

on humans while they sleep.

You do know, Vicky, that
if I were to do some of these

that it would be a dead giveaway?

And I can help you explain that to them.

But some of these are doable.

And you're gonna do 'em.

So Aristotle believes
your character is voluntary,

because, uh... are you
ignoring me right now?

It's day two of our ethics lessons,

and you're already tuning out?

No, sorry, I just got
distracted for a second.

The last thing I remember
you saying is... nothing.

Can you start from the beginning?

Okay, I need a little break.

Can we take a walk or something,

maybe get some clam chowder?

- Where is everyone?
- Who knows?

Maybe they finally figured out
clam chowder is disgusting

'cause it's basically
a savory latte with bugs in it.

Is someone smoking a cigar?

Michael really screwed this up.

The regular Bad Place was fine.

If the four-headed flying bears
ain't broke, don't fix 'em.

What was wrong with impaling?
I loved impaling.

Hey, Todd, got a light?

Uh, yeah, obviously I have a light.

You know, you guys
aren't supposed to be smoking.

You're supposed to keep
your human suit on.

Those suits are really itchy for us.

Who even cares if they see us?

They're just gonna get rebooted anyway.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

This is the Bad Place.

I forking knew it!

And clam chowder is disgusting.

It's just hot ocean milk
with dead animal croutons.

Okay, but what do we do, panic, freak?

I usually panic,
but I am happy to freak.

No. We have to stay cool.

As my mom always used to say,

if a cop handcuffs you to a bike rack,

there's always something
you can gnaw through.

Your mom always said that?

Think. Come on, brain.

- Janet!
- Hi, there.

- How can I help you?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

How do we know she's not a part of it?

We don't, but we gotta risk it.

Janet, can we, like,
leave the neighborhood,

get as far away as possible?

Is there anywhere we can go?

So we're in the Bad Place,

and I know why: almond milk.

I knew it was bad for the environment,

but I loved the way it coated
my tongue with a weird film.

Who else is being tortured?
Are we the only two?

I got to assume
Jason is as well... Jianyu.

You know him as Jianyu,
but his real name is Jason,

and he's a dirtbag from Florida.

- What?
- Also,

Tahani is a candidate
as far as I'm concerned.

Yesterday, she told me that she
was Taylor Swift's best friend

but Taylor Swift wasn't her best friend.

She sucks.

No offense, but I can't believe

you and I ended up in the same place.

Hey, I'm not thrilled
about it either, bud.

I always assumed the afterlife
was full of cool people,

not talking sweater vests.

- You...
- We're here.

Aren't trains neat?

Choo-choo.

Hi. You gotta help us.

I'm Eleanor. This is Chidi.

And see, we thought
we were in the Good Place,

- but as it turns out...
- Yeah, guys. I know.

You've been here 15 times already.

What?

Did you bring the cocaine I asked for?

Please tell me you somehow
remembered this time.

Mama needs her medicine.

We've met before?

- I'm Janet.
- I know.

Vicky, let's look
at the big picture here.

Now, if you all
can just stick with my plan

and we pull it off, we'll be heroes.

You could write your own ticket.

You might even land
the Jared from Subway account.

Yeah, but I don't think
you can pull it off.

You can't even pull off those bow ties.

That was very mean,

but I'm gonna move past that
in the name of unit cohesion.

You're gonna reboot those four
dum-dums one more time,

and then I'm taking over.

I'm going to execute my version
of this neighborhood.

You see, I've been working on it

while all of your versions fell apart.

This is insubordination.

And if you do not do
what I tell you immediately,

you are going down.

That's a complete report
of every mistake you've made,

every screw-up, every reboot

all laid out in excruciating detail.

Now, I'm sure your boss
would love to hear all about

how "attempt number 2" is really going.

So actually, if you don't do what I say,

you're going down.

Down under.

Is it always the three of us?

It's always at least Eleanor and Janet.

Usually Chidi's in the mix.

Sometimes Jason is here.

One time, Jason and Tahani were here.

But you know what?
No matter what the combo is,

I always ask you guys
to bring me cocaine next time,

and you never do.

Do you have anything I can snort,

like a crushed-up aspirin

or some eye shadow or cocaine?

Still no.

There's only one question
we need to answer right now,

and that is, what do we do next?

I mean, this place
doesn't seem terrible.

Maybe we should just stay here forever.

You always say that.

And you always end up going back.

I mean, sometimes you go back
because you feel bad

your friends don't know what you know.

Sometimes you go back
because you walk in on me

while I'm masturbating,
and sometimes you go back

because I walk in on you
while I'm masturbating.

But no matter what, you always go back.

You formulate a plan to defeat
Michael, and you head back.

Okay, a plan. We need a plan, but...

What if we come up with a plan

we've already tried before?

Will you please stop that?

Yeah, just to help you out a little,

I've written down every plan
you've ever come up with,

which obviously never worked,
because you're here,

and you're back, so good luck.

"Physically attack Michael.

"Seduce Michael.

"Make Michael think he's the one
in the Bad Place.

Catch that magic panda. Use her powers."

Oh, I'm guessing that was Jason.

That guy has no idea what's going on.

Hello? Hello.

Where is everyone?

- Janet?
- Hey, there, Jason.

Oh, hey, homey.

Uh, I mean... Jason?

Who is Jason? I am a monk.

You know what...

Can I talk to you for a second?

I'm in a tight spot,
and I could use someone

to bounce some ideas off of, okay?

Oh, yeah, real quick,
you're really in the Bad Place,

and you're being tortured.

What?

I know it says here
that we already tried

throwing Tahani under the bus,

but maybe we should revisit that.

Throw her a little bit harder.

Maybe under a bigger bus.

What do you think?

I think this is pointless.

We're trapped in a warped version of

Nietzsche's eternal recurrence.

Oh, cool, more philosophy.
That'll help us.

Well, don't you see the problem?

We are experiencing karma,
but we can't learn from our

mistakes, because our memories
keep getting erased.

It's an epistemological nightmare.

Ugh, even your nightmares are boring.

You... you are so mean, Eleanor.

You're just like those childhood bullies

who said I would never get tenure.

And you are so irritating!

In one of these reboots,
I probably strangled you

and then went to the Even Worse
Place, but you know what?

I bet it was worth it.

Oh, nice.

Ugh!

Sorry, can I just vent to you
for a second?

Chidi is so annoying.

I just... I cannot believe that

he is the one I'm stuck here with.

Uh-huh, wow, crazy.

Oh, sorry.
Jeez, man, I thought you could

be human for, like,
two seconds and listen to me.

I have, Eleanor.

I have listened to you
talk about Chidi 15 times

in 15 different ways.

Let me just cut to the chase.

You two, you got it bad for each other.

No, we don't. Chidi's just a friend.

What am I saying?
He's not even a friend.

He's just a weird teacher that I hate.

Dude, I do not want to watch
"Cannonball Run 2" right now.

All right, what happened in the
first one, so I'm all caught up?

I don't know what's gonna happen to us,

but I need to tell you something.

I love you.

And you don't need to respond
'cause I know

you have trouble saying how you feel...

I love you too.

Very funny, but that... that's
obviously not real.

Oh, that's real, baby.

That's real nasty.

Yeah, this was, like, the
sixth time you guys were here.

I saw you getting sexy
the previous three times,

so I cut a little hole in
the wall so I could tape you.

Call it my lookin' hole.

Is that a camera?

Mindy, you pervert!

How many times have
Chidi and I slept together?

8 different days, but,
like, 20 different sessions.

And how many times
did we say... that stuff?

Oh, only once. Oh, God, I hated it.

It, like, really killed the vibe for me.

See, after I watch the porno
I made starring you,

I watch you talk about
your feelings to cool down.

It's, like, anti-porn.

I've only ever said "I love you"

to two men my entire life,

Stone Cold Steve Austin

and a guy in a dark club who I mistook

for Stone Cold Steve Austin.

I mean, why would you show me that?

I don't know.

You guys are, like,
trapped here together.

I feel bad.

You know, I'm rooting for you guys.

No, there is no "us guys."

We basically just met each other.

No, Eleanor.

You guys have known each other
a really long time.

Also, it doesn't matter
if I told you that or not,

because when Michael
finds out he's failed again,

he'll just reboot you.

Chidi, Janet, we're leaving.

I am taking this with me.

Oh, no. It's my only copy. Don't.

How did it come to this?

I was just trying to do
something innovative

and different that would
improve the way we make

humans' lives miserable for eternity.

Mm, well...

Shut up. What are my options?

Do I have any?

I mean, I can't go along with her plan.

It'll be a spectacular failure.

But I can't ignore her
or she'll rat me out to Shawn.

I'm trapped.

You're saying a lot of words right now,

and I only know some of them,
like "rat" and "Jason,"

but I know a little wisdom
I can give you.

I know everything
that happened in your life,

and it was all stupid,
so I highly doubt that.

I was a member of a 60-person
dance crew in Jacksonville.

We were called Dance Dance Resolution:

We Resolve To Dance.

One day, Donkey Doug and I
got into a fight

because I'd framed his girlfriend

for boogie board theft, so he started

a new dance crew called Hashtag DougLife

and immediately challenged us
to a dance-off.

He said, "Meet us inside the abandoned

orange juice factory at midnight."

That night, as the clock struck 12:00,

me and my crew came together

with a determination
we had never shown before

and slashed all their tires.

It was dope.

The end.

By Jason Mendoza.

You know, that inane story
actually contains

a bit of good advice.

Thank you, Jason.

You got it, homey.

I give good advice.

Guess that's why I'm in the Good Place.

Oh, there you guys are.

No, stop, no more lies.

Jason, get over here.

That's right.

We know his name is Jason, not Jianyu.

We know everything.

I don't understand much of it,
but, yeah, I know it.

Your sick torture plan
is not working, okay?

Because we keep figuring out
your little puzzle.

We're winning,
which means you're losing.

So you have two choices here, buddy:

keep failing over and over or realize

we're actually the ones
with all the power here.

Yeah, no, uh... We're on the same page.

What?

I want to team up with you guys.

What? Why? You do? What?

I'm in a bit of a bind,
and I could use some backup,

or as Jason put it, um,
I need a new dance crew.

So what do you say? New best friends?

Stop it.