The Good Place

- 30 seconds left. - Come on.

Oh, oh, it's a butterfly!

Oh, it's Mariah Carey's lower back butterfly tattoo.

Yes!

Well done, John.

And because you guessed correctly,

watch what happens.

Oh.

Oh!

I should've gotten that sooner.

I wrote my college thesis on that back tattoo.

Yes, because remember, every picture from tonight

will have something to do with your lives on Earth,

so you can get to know each other a little bit better.

Okay, Blue Team, you're up.

Go get 'em, chippy.

Chidi, it's your turn.

Oh. I'm a pretty decent artist,

but I'm not so great under pressure.

Your time begins now.

Ooh, boy. Okay.

- You got this, Chidi. - I'm sorry.

I'm just trying to figure out how to start.

Come on. Just start drawing, my brotha.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no. No, no, no.

No.

- 30 seconds! - Ah! Okay, here we go.

Uh... oh.

Uh, it's a submarine.

Looks like broccoli with teeth.

Oh, oh, it's a horse with a bow on its neck.

Oh, is it my childhood pony, Daisy?

Yes!

Oh, no.

No!

What have I done?

You made a freakin' Frankenstein, man.

Okay, okay, okay. You know what?

Magic Pictionary is over now,

so let's all go home and get some sleep.

You guys want me to kill it? I've shot a lot of race horses.

Okay.

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Fork me. That was a disaster.

How did that go so wrong?

Well, for one thing, Brent got super wasted.

We should've cut him off.

Nobody gets cut off in the Good Place.

If he asks for beer, I give him a beer.

I'm just glad he stopped asking me

to go to dinner so we could discuss my career.

Man, we haven't done a successful activity

in, like, three weeks. We're ice cold.

Guys, give yourself a break. They're getting better.

Brent stopped saying "daddy like" all the time.

That's something.

Something feels off.

All right, we need new ideas.

I say we hole up here for an all-night

- brainstorming session. - Now just hang on.

We're working really hard,

and we need to relax occasionally,

or we're gonna just burn out.

So let's just, you know,

clear our brain, watch a movie, or... oh!

We'll have a slumber party.

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What the fork?

Whoever you are, show yourself.

Oh. Hold on.

The hood is caught in my glasses.

Hi.

I'm Glenn from the Bad Place.

What are you doing here?

Yeah, what do you want, creep?

No one knows I'm here,

and I have some important information.

Eleanor, I need to speak with you alone.

Whatever you need to say to me,

you can say right here.

I don't think I should.

It would lead to a very uncomfortable social situation.

Say it.

That's not Michael.

That's Vicky the Demon in a Michael suit.

And she's sabotaging your experiment.

You see? It's uncomfortable.

All right, just sit there quietly

until we sort all this out.

If it's not too much trouble,

could I get a hot glass of pig urine?

We need to talk.

Or... I'm not picky.

Whatever urine you have is fine.

Eleanor, you have to believe me.

I'm Michael. He's lying.

Calm down, dude.

I trust you.

But I'm gonna make Glenn think I don't trust you.

Somehow this has to be related

to the problems we've been having here.

And we need to figure out what game they're playing.

Ooh, that's good.

I like the way you think, Shellstrop.

I mean,

I hate the way you think, Shellstrop!

Is he buying it?

He's not looking.

I'll tell you whatever you want to know,

but shouldn't we call The Judge?

We're not calling anyone

until we figure some things out.

- We have questions. - Yeah, for example,

if you're a devil, how come you're not wearing Prada?

Caramel!

Why would you help us?

One day, you're flattening penises,

and the next, you just decide to defect?

Actually, one of my jobs was to reinflate the penises

so they could get flattened again.

It doesn't matter.

Listen, I loved torturing humans

because I thought they deserved it.

They said everyone in the Bad Place

was evil and beyond repair.

I don't know if I believe that anymore.

Also, Shawn is so mean, you guys.

He yells at me all the time.

It's, like, unnecessary.

I feel you, dog. I was yelled at my whole life.

People were always like,

"You didn't pay for that!" "How do you plead?"

"He's flatlining!" "Clear!"

Okay, well, if that's Vicky,

what's the Bad Place's plan?

To sow chaos... turn you guys against each other,

ruin the experiment.

Also, I have proof that's not Michael.

Here are pictures of Vicky wearing the Michael suit.

This doesn't prove anything.

These could just be pictures

- of the real Michael. - They're real.

I know because I helped make the suit.

I couldn't figure out how to make it

contain your demon essence,

so you'll have to wear it over the Vicky suit.

Ugh, really? You're the worst, Glenn.

Let's do it. Zip her up.

Okay, but if I melt,

I am gonna be, like, so annoyed.

Huh. Pretty well-made.

I can really feel all the musty skin folds, and...

and the dangly bits.

The voice is perfect.

You sound so much like him, I want to punch you.

Are we sure it's okay that we made this?

I mean, what are you gonna use it for?

What are you gonna use it... shut up, Glenn.

The experiment is about to begin.

Let's call the real Michael and send him spiraling

down the toilet bowl like the pinched turd he is.

Well, now, we know you're lying

because Michael would've definitely told us

if the Bad Place had called him and showed him

some freakin' Michael suit.

Absolutely. Of course I would've.

I mean, Janet would have phone records.

You could just ask her to pull them up.

Okay, fine. I lied.

- They called me. - What?

I lied about that. And I'm sorry.

You knew about this?

Yes, yes, but there's... there's a good explanation.

Yeah, the explanation is that's Vicky,

and she's lying to you about everything.

Call The Judge and we'll settle this once and for all.

Or is that exactly what you wanted us to do?

That is what I want you to do.

Exactly.

Eleanor, perhaps we should call The Judge.

Glenn was telling the truth.

No, The Judge said if anything else went wrong,

she would reset the whole experiment.

We are not calling her unless we have no other choice,

and I am locking you two jamokes in separate rooms

until we get to the bottom of this.

Ugh!

I'm very upset about this development.

I'm serious, man. This is happening.

Oh.

I'm very upset about this development.

All right, buttheads, what do we do?

I say we trust Michael. He's our friend.

Wait, might be our friend,

or he might be a lying trickster

who just looks like our friend...

the classic Mary-Kate Olsen.

I have to say,

we've had a lot of misfires recently,