Well, that was a weird afternoon.
I guess I knew Pierce was part of a weird, futuristic cult,
but I wasn't prepared for a funeral with so much beeping.
Well, let's not judge.
Everyone has a right to whatever fake religion they delusionally choose.
Abed, you were by the coffin for a long time. Are you okay?
I'm okay. Although…
* Troy and Abed are in mourning *
Will you guys please stop doing that?
I can't believe you did it during your eulogy.
So uncomfortable.
I don't think the audience got that we were singing "mourning" with a "U."
You were singing "mourning" with a "U"?
Oh, no.
I still don't fully understand the Laser Lotus theology.
So Pierce's body is in the coffin, and we buried it,
but this energon pod contains his life…
Vapor?
Yeah, it's all right here in this incredibly persuasive literature they passed out.
Once you reach level 16, you can see the color blurble.
Of all the ridiculous cartoon nonsense.
If there is a blurble, the Lord keeps it hidden for a reason.
What up, n-bombs?
How was the funeral? Awesome?
No, Chang, our friend's funeral was not awesome.
It was deeply sad. You know, funeral style.
Excuse me. I thought you guys hated Pierce.
We did not hate Pierce. Craziness.
All right, are you sure you guys aren't
just doing the "respect the dead" jig-a-lig?
I think you have us mistaken for you, Chang.
I don't know. I definitely remember you complaining about him
a lot.
We complained about him when he was alive. This is different.
Can't believe we'll never see him again.
Just a reminder you gotta live life to the fullest.
By the time Pierce was my age,
he had already been fired from 15 jobs.
I've only seen two Police Academies.
The last two.
Well, he's gone too soon but won't be soon forgotten.
I would say you're quite correct, Mr. Winger.
Who the hell are you?
My name is Mr. Stone.
That's easy for you to say.
And for us to say.
I work for Mr. Hawthorne.
He specified in his will that no matter how natural in appearance
the circumstances of his death,
a private inquest should be conducted to determine whether any one of you,
his former study group, murdered him.
What?
To be cleared, you must all submit to a polygraph test.
Aw, schnizzle. You guys are in trouble!
Later.
Mr. Chang, I presume.
You're also listed as a suspect and requested to participate.
Fine, but I ask the questions.
I'm afraid I can't allow that.
All right, then just the "fine" part.
Oh! Oh!
We're losing Pierce! Everyone, quickly!
Someone get a balloon.
* Give me some rope
* Tie me to dream
* Give me the hope
* To run out of steam
* Somebody said it can be here
* We could be roped up
* Tied up, dead in a year
* I can't count the reasons I should stay
* One by one, they all just fade away *
I always wanted to try a polygraph.
They're like the pie fight of cop movies.
Or the acupuncture of the legal system.
I can't believe Pierce would think we might murder him.
Yeah, what a waste of murder.
I mean, he was, like, 79.
I don't suppose anyone wants to know
I consider this a violation. Mmm-mmm.
Come on, it's just Pierce being Pierce.
It's his final wish.
If I had a final wish, I'd use it to stay alive.
Let's do it. How do we begin?
We're to start with Miss Perry.
State your name. Britta Perry.
Have you ever had any thoughts of violence towards Pierce Hawthorne?
No. Lie.
I mean, I may have wanted to slap him now and again, but I didn't kill him.
In all your sexual fantasies about Pierce Hawthorne,
none of them involved his murder?
What? No.
But you have had sexual fantasies about Mr. Hawthorne.
No! What kind of question is that?
I'm asking the questions just as Mr. Hawthorne wrote them down,
I assure you.
Mr. Winger, state your name.
Jeffrey Winger.
Are you gay? No.
Are you sure you're not gay? Yes.
Gay murderer says what. What?
He's telling the truth. I've been instructed
to point out that that means you're gay.
Ms. Bennett. Hmm?
State your name. Shirley Bennett.
Are you a dishonest person?
No. She thinks that's true.
Uh, you could have just said no.
I'm watching you acting scientific
and then adding your little two cents every now and again.
Huh? Continue.
Is it true that you're a platinum level donor
with the pro-life organization prenatalpatriots.org?
What? Keep it cool, girls.
It's my money. It's my choice.
Yeah, well, if I wanted the government in my uterus,
I'd fill it with oil and Hispanic voters.
Keep it frosty, ladies. Don't let your goats get gotched.
Mr. Barnes, state your name.
Troy Barnes.
D'oh! I meant to say, "Butts Carlton."
He did mean to say, "Butts Carlton."
She said it.
Mr. Barnes, did you get angry when Mr. Hawthorne told you Fat Albert died of diabetes?
Yes, like any American would.
Angry enough to murder him? No.
Is it true that you and Abed Nadir
have an elaborate doomsday escape plan
to be used in the event of zombie attacks?
We may have a designated rendezvous point
and a couple of bugout bags filled with gold coins and condoms
just in case we need to bargain our way onto a boat.
The gold coins are for buying food.
Does your doomsday plan account for the welfare of any of your other friends?
Pass. Answer the question.
No. Troy! Rude!
It's a doomsday plan, not a picnic plan.
Do you really wanna see the horrors
we might have to endure just to get on a boat?
I guess not. That's a lie.
Ah! He's doing it again.
Pierce is doing it again.
Mr. Chang, state your name.
Benjamin Franklin Chang, ready to deal out the truth.
Nothing to hide. Let's do this.
Have you ever masturbated in the study room?
Mr. Nadir, state your name. Abed Nadir.
Have you ever 9/11'd anyone?
Nope. When you were a child,
did you ever kill a squirrel with a slingshot
and were surprised that you felt nothing
and wondered if you were capable of doing it to a human?
No.
Ooh.
Do you and Troy still actively use Jeff's Netflix account without his permission?
Wait, what? You told Pierce that?
You logged in at our place and never logged out, so we use it.
Is that why my review of The Grey is constantly changing?
Yes, stop giving it four stars.
I like Liam Neeson!
Then send him a message about the roles he chooses.
Look, this is not the issue! You're stealing from me!
And as your roommate, you're making me an accomplice.
I had no idea. Lie.
Why would I even try that?
State your name please, Miss.
Annie Edison.
Miss Edison, did you use your exceptional intelligence
and organizational skills to plot the foolproof murder
of Pierce Hawthorne?
Aww! And no.
Is it true that you overcharged Troy and Abed for their share of the rent?
Pierce!
Annie?
Yes, but for a good reason.
You guys know you're bad with money.
I padded your share of the rent by $10
and I've been putting it into a savings account
that yields 4%.
You'll be thanking me in six years
when you find out you have $86.
That's jacket money.
Oh, did you hear that, Abed?
We've been washing paper plates and making our own toothpaste.
But don't you worry.
When we have robot bodies on the moon,
we can share a free jacket.
Annie, you should know better than to horde money.
That's a stereotype.
Was that anti-Semitism? No!
That's sensitivity.
It's anti-Semitic to do things like that
when you know full well you're Jewish.
Whoa. We could have bought a tire
for our tire swing with that money.
Or your own Netflix account?
Liam Neeson? Not that great. Your rating system is flawed.
All right!
Let's begin.
Wait, wait. What do you mean, "begin"?
That completes the calibration round of questioning.
We're ready to begin the formal inquest.
I think we're ready to end.
We've humored this long enough.
Jeff, it's for Pierce.
Look, respect for the dead is only a thing
because the dead usually don't do any more damage.
Ah. That's true.
You can quit any time you like.
But it should be noted that Mr. Hawthorne's estate is worth over $20 million
and only those cleared of his murder
can receive their bequeathments.
I'm only gonna say this once.
Clearly, Pierce is trying to lure us
into a labyrinth of emotional manipulation
and strategic instigation.
And I think we're all smart enough to know
we should quit while we're not ahead.
I do believe we should… Yes, definitely.
…quit while we're ahead. Absolutely.
Right. They're all lying.
We all know that, you judgmental bitch!
Miss Perry, have you ever eaten at the sandwich shop
started by Mrs. Bennett and Mr. Hawthorne?
Yes.
And what sandwich would you order from Shirley's Sandwiches?
The only one I can, the Helen of Soy with no mayo.
Helen of Soy. Are you aware that in order
to save money, Shirley stopped using real tofu
and replaced it with a midwestern tofu substitute
called "Meatfu"?
Oh, my God! Oh!
It's still not actually meat… legally.
You have never respected anything that I hold sacred!
I'm sorry! Shirley, did you know
that Britta was high on marijuana at your son's baptism?
I'm sorry?
Well, no higher than usual. Not true.
You did drugs in my church?
No, I did drugs in the parking lot of your church.
How else do you expect somebody
to sit through something like that?
At least with a bris there's an element of suspense.
Well, next time, I'll have Cheech and Chong do the warm-up!
Guys, these questions are obviously designed to turn us against each other.
If we want to beat Pierce at his game,
we have to own up to our mistakes and forgive each other.
Mr. Winger, is it true that you keep trophies of your sexual conquests?
In a church, Britta?
For shame.
It's where Jesus gets his mail.
Answer the question, Adrien Grody!
I know what Pierce is referring to.
I have a box of forgotten items in my apartment.
I happen to be a single male. Visitors leave things.
Is one of your trophies a pair of Miss Perry's panties?
You told me a hawk stole them!
You exploited me and made me believe
in a slightly more magical world.
If you want to collect women's underwear, can't you just buy them?
They have to be won in battle.
Oh! Blegh! Gross!
Jeffrey! Awesome.
I think we can all agree that the gross thing here
is that Pierce is snooping through my stuff.
Not really, Abed and I go through your stuff all the time.
Why do you keep bread in the freezer?
And why does your bathroom mirror say, "You're special," when you fog it up?
Look, I don't have to answer these…
You took a shower? Yeah.
Mr. Barnes. Okay! I did it!
Okay? I killed Pierce!
Lie. Okay, good.
Just making sure.
You and Abed Nadir have a specialized,
exclusive handshake that you refuse to do
with your other friends?
Absolutely.
Mr. Barnes, did you invent that handshake?
Yes.
Lie.
Mr. Barnes, are you a subscriber
to the video blog "Fun for Friends"?
No. Lie.
Silence, wench!
Hi, I'm Kevin,
this is Kyle, and here's a fun handshake
you can do with your best friend.
All right! Thanks for watching, guys.
Don't forget to rate us, comment, and subscribe.
Can't look at you right now.
Then you should know I'm crying.
I forgive you, but only to escape the established pattern
of self-righteous indignation
followed by immediate comeuppance.
Mr. Nadir.
Okay, I guess it's happening anyway.
You broke my heart. Continue.
Is it true that you planted geo-trafficking devices
on everyone in the group so that you would know
where they are at all times? Yes.
Okay, you guys are changing your faces. Are you mad at me or hungry?
You're tracking us?
We're mad at you, Abed.
Why? Because we already live
in a totalitarian surveillance state.
Do you not read my status updates?
But I'm not the government. I'm your friend.
That's what governments say, nimrod.
It's cool. When one of you gets kidnapped,
you'll be glad you don't have to count
the bumps on the highway from the trunk of the car.
Are those blinking dots us? Mmm-hmm.
Well, what's this one all the way to the side?
That's where Pierce is buried.
Is that why you were spending so much time by the coffin?
I was trying to get it back. They're expensive. And he's not moving anymore.
Abed, where did you plant these things?
If you makes you feel any better, you'll never find them.
I know you know it's wrong to do that without telling us.
Shame on you! Okay, I'm ashamed.
Lie.
Miss Edison, is it true you once secretly dosed
the members of your study group
with a pharmaceutical amphetamine?
Uh-hmm.
Oh, uh, yes, kind of. What?
It sounds worse on paper than it was.
We were cramming for the Anthro final.
Everyone was falling asleep.
I put five milligrams of something-something
in your coffees and we all got an "A." Done!
I'm a bad person for tracking your location,
but you altered my brain chemistry?
I was up for three days that week.
I invented an entire language,
you fliztbarping gitzgorg.
I'm sorry. You messed with my brain.
That's a big deal. This is a big deal.
I don't mess with your brain, Annie.
You kind of do. I don't think I do.
What about her Facebook boyfriend?
What? That's different.
You made a profile for a fake dude
and lured her into an online relationship.
He's catfishing you.
You're Olympic pole-vaulting hopeful Brent Underjaw?
I noticed whenever you were in a relationship,
you hummed a lot and made pancakes in the morning.
It wasn't about hurting you. I did what I did in the name of breakfast.
I bore my soul to you!
I told you about my holding hands at Disneyland fantasy.
Do you care about people at all, Abed?
Answer on the polygraph!
Jeff made me apply for handicapped parking
so he can get a better spot.
Britta's the one that invited Garrett
to Annie's birthday party!
Troy won't sit on a toilet seat after Jeff!
When we're alone, Shirley refers to you guys
as "those people."
Oh! When Annie's with other females, dude,
she calls Jeff her uncle!
Shirley thinks we're all going to hell!
You are all going to hell! Oh, what?
Guys, stop!
We have to stop letting Pierce do this to us!
Mr. Hawthorne hasn't asked a question in quite some time, Mr. Winger.
He's right.
I actually forgot for a second that Pierce was dead.
Maybe that's what he wanted.
Or maybe he wanted us to know we're no better off without him.
Or no better than him.
He kind of nailed it, didn't he?
I didn't just masturbate in the study room.
I masturbated everywhere.
Everywhere!
Huh.
Confession is good for the soul.
You should try it sometime.
There's another round of questions, if you'd like to continue.
You want to give us a moment to sit in our own filth
before you heap another bucket on us?
It's strange after all these years
how much we've kept hidden from each other.
You'd think by now we would have learned to be better people.
I think we got into this mess by thinking
there was such a thing as better people.
Wait. That's it.
If we're no better than Pierce,
and Pierce is no worse than us, then that means
nobody's really that bad.
So what if we're willing to suffer
and inflict pain at the mere prospect of material reward?
If we stop now, that doesn't make us better.
It just makes us so dishonest that we would rather be poor
than admit we're flawed.
Pierce admitted he was flawed, and he died rich.
Let's celebrate his life and death in the honest way,
not by saying fake nice things around a casket,
but by admitting we're monsters
and clawing joyfully for some of his cash.
So does anybody have anything left before we continue?
Let's empty our tanks of lies once and for all.
I'm Jeff Winger, and if I had my choice,
I would rather look at myself naked
than the women I sleep with.
I'm the one who hit Jeff's Lexus in the parking lot.
It wasn't a taco truck, and it was racist of me
to improvise such an ethnically specific vehicle.
I only give money to homeless people when I'm walking with someone.
I've never been to LEGOLAND.
I just wanted you guys to think I was cool.
I can be passive-aggressive sometimes.
Don't everybody disagree at once.
Oh, Lord, I did it again.
When any of you chew gum, I want to punch you.
You may as well have submachine guns in your mouths.
It vibrates my skull.
Everybody clear? All right.
Mr. Stone, hit us with your grand finale.
May it be as brutal as we deserve.
Very well.
Mr. Hawthorne's final round of questions.
Britta Perry.
"Do you know that you hate yourself more than you should
"and that your passion inspired me?"
No.
That's true. She didn't know.
"To Miss Perry, I leave my iPod Nano
"filled with music to take life less seriously by."
Oh, that's nice.
"I also leave you this liquid nitrogen cooled cylinder
"of my hyper-virile sperm
"in case your lesbian lifestyle one day wears out
"and you wish to raise an army of geniuses."
Shirley. Hmm?
"Did you know that you are not only a credit
"to your race and gender, but to our species,
"and that I was intimidated by your strength of character
"and business acumen?" Yes.
"To Shirley Bennett
"I leave my spacious timeshare in Florida…"
"…where she can take what's-his-name
"and however many children she has now."
Uh-huh.
"I also leave you a cylinder of my sperm."
Oh. Annie Edison.
"Did you know that you were always my favorite?"
You mentioned it once, but…
"I leave you this tiara, which you once refused to accept.
"It's the same tiara I used to wear
"when my mother would verbally assault me
"for not being a little girl.
"Also sperm."
Jeff Winger. "Did you know you're gay?"
No. "Agree to disagree.
"To you, I leave this bottle of fine scotch
"so that you're less tempted to drink this cylinder
"of even finer sperm."
Abed Nadir. "Did you know that you are insane
"and nothing that you said ever made any sense to me?"
Yep. Here's your sperm.
Troy Barnes. "Did you know that you possess
"the greatest gift life can give.
"The heart of a hero. And that it's up to you
"not to waste it like I did?"
I think.
"To Troy, I leave the obligatory sperm."
Maybe it's because everyone else got one,
and because it's an old man's semen,
but, um, I'm kind of disappointed.
"In addition, I am prepared to leave Troy Barnes
"my remaining shares in the Hawthorne Wipes company,
"currently valued at $14.3 million."
"On one condition.
"You must first sail my boat, the Childish Tycoon,
"by yourself around the entire world."
What?
Again with the bait and switch.
"When I was 23, my father asked me
"to do the same thing to earn my adulthood and his fortune.
"Of course I cheated and floated off the coast of Belize
"for a year doing coke with John Denver.
"I always regretted it.
"I'd like to give you a chance to do what I never did,
"become your own man."
Okay, I'm a lawyer, Troy.
It should be possible
to contest these conditions as unreasonable…
I'll do it. And Pierce can take
his mind games and his sperm and he can put…
I'll do it.
What?
Troy?
Pierce was a crazy old coot, yeah,
but I think he knew something about me
that even I didn't know until now.
Because he's offering me something
I've been searching for my whole life.
Millions of dollars.
And being a man or whatever he said.
Jeff, say something.
I'm speechless.
Somebody say something!
Abed?
Cool. Cool, cool, cool.
That's a lie.
And then that sperm came down!
I mean, I couldn't say anything!
But oh, my God! I was gonna explode!
And then that one, that last question,
with all of that nice stuff out on the table,
and you guys were having this discussion
about whether or not to quit?
At first, I was like, "Aaaaah!"
But you did it!
You did it! It was amazing!
You're amazing, man! You're amazing!
Guys, this is the best.
We should do this every week.
Oh, I'm a fun guy, you know?
I mean, you talk about lying.
I was lying the whole time.
This is who I really am. This is me.
This is the real me. I'm artistic.
Ideas come to me all the time.
I have this idea for a movie.
It's about this guy who oversees polygraph tests,
and the biggest obstacle is how good-looking he is.
People can't focus and tell the truth.
It's unbelievable.
By the way, uh,
we never found out how Pierce died.
Oh, my God. I can't believe I didn't tell you yet.
It was dehydration from filling up all of those cylinders.
I mean, it's how I want to go, but, hey, I'm a little nutty.
Mmm!
Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?
Shots!