In fact, the Norwegians are glad to have her. The DNA analysis they performed on her hair, Nils says, told them everything they needed to know. "Oh," Olive squirms. "I was under the impression that penicillin would clear that up." Hee. No, what they mean, the lusty Hedda says, is that Olive is "of good, strong, shapely Norwegian stock. Skol!" Hee. Olive swigs down her Norwegian booze with uncomfortable gusto, even trying a little Minnesotia "doncha know" on for size as she grins awkwardly at Hedda's suggestive eyebrow. She compliments Mother, their seriously pimped-out forensicmobile. "Mudder is the heart and soul of vat ve do," Nils says. "Widdout her, we'd be just anudder..." Olive: "Emerson Clod?!" Oh, how they laugh. Olive asks her new team what they really think happened to Dwight. They believe, they say, that he was a dangerous man with a destructive agenda. He, Nils says, "most likely met with a wiolent end." Ha! Using all their available tools aboard Mother, they've tracked Dwight's last movements to the cemetery. What he was doing by Chuck's and her dad's graves, Hedda says, pointedly, they can't say. That is, for now -- oh, yes, people, they have exhumation orders!

"NO!" Chuck says, back at the Pie Hole with the downtrodden Emerson who has obvs spilled the beans on Olive's new life. "Olive's a Norwegian!" Ned says. Chuck, in the best line of the night: "Maybe it's Stockholm Syndrome!" Emerson: "Chitty-chatty Boo-hoo knew exactly was she was doing. She was sufficiently lubed and ready to spit tacks." Individually, they each start blaming themselves: Chuck thinks it's her fault for pushing Olive away and pushing her to talk to Vivian. "You're not that pushy, and you're not to blame," Ned says. He goes on that Olive betrayed them because they couldn't let her in on the whole story, and they couldn't do that because of his magic finger. "It always comes back," he says, "to my magic finger." That may well be, Emerson gripes, but in about five minutes it's not going to matter because the graves will be dug up. "They gonna find [Chuck's] empty, and D-wight's dead ass in the other one," he says. "And enough forensic evidence to lead them right back here to us." Stunned, Chuck and Ned prepare for the worst. Meanwhile, at the graveyard, the Norwegians do their thing. They, however, weren't prepared for what they found. Yes, Emerson's prediction was only half right: both coffins are empty. DANG!