[mid-tempo music]
- You, Eleanor Shellstrop, are dead.
- Cool.
- Eleanor, you are my soul mate.
- There's been a big mistake.
I'm not supposed to be here.
- Wait, what?
- These people might be good,
but are they really that much better than me?
[thunder booms]
Chidi: Eleanor!
This is all happening because of you!
- Give me a chance.
Let me earn my place here.
Let me be your ethical guinea pig.
My soul is in your hands, soul mate.
- I, uh--I don't know what to do here.
This is a mess, morally speaking.
This is a putrid, disgusting bowl
of ethical soup.
- Okay, well how about we just chill
and go to the town meeting
and talk it out after?
- W-- - Great.
Hey, how do I make that helper woman show up?
Hello? Front desk lady?
Magical slave robot?
- Excuse me, Janet?
- Hi there. - [gasps]
Gah--still not used to it.
Um, Janet, I need--
quick question:
can anyone access our search history,
or is this an incognito browsing situation
like when you're stalking a hot mailman
from your work computer?
- It is 100% confidential.
No one can access what you ask me,
including Michael.
Now, what kind of pornography would you like to see?
- No. No, no, no, not porn.
I, um--I need clothes
like yours and Chidi's with the stripes.
- There you go.
[indistinct chatter]
[claps] - Everybody, everybody!
Uh, gather round, please, thank you, thank you.
Obviously, there's something very wrong
with this neighborhood.
We don't know what it is,
how long it will last,
or what caused it.
What do we know, Janet?
- We know where it happened.
Here.
- Yes, thank you, Janet.
The chaos happened here.
See, that's the trouble with these perfect systems.
One little flaw can lead to--
well, it can lead to
Gary over there.
[indistinct murmuring]
Hey, Gary.
Hang in there, buddy.
Boy, my armpits are leaking.
What is that called again?
- Sweat. - Right, right.
Still not used to being in a human body.
And what do you do with sweat?
Do--do you lick it away, is that right?
- No, you dab it with a cloth.
- Oh, right.
And then you lick the cloth?
That seems weirder.
- Michael.
Look!
- Okay. That's a good sign.
It--it could mean that this is almost over.
- Oh, such a relief.
That was my first time as a fashion "don't,"
and I did not care for it.
[mid-tempo music]
♪ ♪
- Okay, things are settling down outside.
I think it's time
to make me good, partner. How do we do it?
Is there a pill I can take
or something I could vape?
Where did you get a chalkboard?
- It's the Good Place;
you can get anything you want at any time.
- And you chose a chalkboard?
What are you reading?
- "The Metaphysics of Morals" by Immanuel Kant.
It's a treatise on the aesthetic preconditions
of the mind's receptivity to duty.
A book on how to act good.
- Oh, great!
So you've decided to help me?
- I don't know. There's a thousand questions.
Is there a moral imperative to help you?
Do I have a greater obligation to my community?
Are you taking someone else's spot,
someone who deserves to be here?
- Ooh, on that question,
I honestly think
I was just put here by mistake.
Because Michael called me Eleanor Shellstrop,
so he knows I'm me.
He's just wrong about my
overall "quality" level.
Please, help me, man.
I swear I am worth it.
- Tell me one fact
that you know about me.
I mean, we spent the whole day together.
You must remember something.
What country am I from?
- [groans] Is it racist if I say Africa?
- Yes, and Africa is not a country.
I am from Senegal.
Do I have any siblings?
Where did I go to college?
- Trick question.
You didn't.
- I was literally
a college professor.
Do you not remember one single thing about me?
- Dude, things have been nuts around here.
I bet you don't know anything about me.
- You were born in Phoenix. You went to school in Tempe.
You're an only child.
Your favorite show is something called
"The Real Housewives of Atlanta,"
and your favorite...book
is Kendall Jenner's Instagram feed.
- How did you know all that?
- Because you are constantly talking
about yourself.
You are the most self-obsessed person
I have ever met.
- You should see Kendall Jenner's Instagram feed.
- Okay, this is my fear about you, Eleanor.
You are too selfish
to ever be a good person.
- Well, I think you're wrong.
- What country am I from, again?
- Sen...
sodyne.
- That is a brand of toothpaste.
Look, the only thing that you are concerned with
is your own happiness.
That's your problem.
- [scoffs]
Okay, names in the hat.
Time to pick a designated driver.
And the loser is...
Betsy.
- Wait, you never get picked,
and you're always the one who draws the name.
Let me see that. - There's no need.
Everyone here believes in my integrity 100%, right, guys?
- Give it to me.
- For the record,
I did that out of principle,
because it absolutely had your name on it.
- If I check the other ones, I can figure it out
by process of elimination.
- Again...
Out of principle.
Let it wash over you, Betsy.
This is what integrity looks like.
- All right, everyone, let's get started.
Things have settled down.
Whew! [chuckles]
So hopefully, we're off and running.
Welcome to orientation, day two.
Now, today we're gonna start with something
that everyone has always wanted to do.
Flying.
[gasps and warm applause]
Now that you're dead, let's live a little, right?
- Uh, sorry. Uh, Michael?
If--if I might?
I was just thinking,
earlier today in all of the chaos,
large swaths of this neighborhood were destroyed.
We thought perhaps some of us
could, uh, volunteer to help clean up the debris.
You know, it's quite a fun way
to band together as a community,
isn't that right, Jianyu?
Oh, uh, yeah, sorry.
For those of you who don't know,
my soul mate, Jianyu here, is a Buddhist monk.
He took a vow of silence that he's still observing,
even here, in the Good Place.
It's truly inspiring.
- Well, Tahani, it's not really your job
to clean up, but I suppose there's no harm
if you really want to.
- Oh, well, hurrah.
We need about, uh, 12 volunteers.
- Oh!
- I can't believe all these people are passing on flying
to pick up garbage all day.
[chuckles] Have fun, nerds.
I'll be soaring through the air like a forkin' bird.
- Eleanor and I would love to help.
- Ah, hurrah-hurrah, yay.
- Dude.
- You want to prove you're not selfish?
Here's the perfect test.
There's something fun that you want to do,
and then there's something less fun that people are doing
for the common good.
Which do you choose?
- Have fun.
- Whoo!
[woman laughing]
- Hey! [people chattering]
- Yeah!
- Whee!
- Hey, up there,
having fun, or does it maybe suck, probably?
- Well, I wouldn't call it fun,
I'd say it's like
50 million simultaneous orgasms,
but better.
How's volunteer garbage pickup?
- About the same. - Great!
Whee!
.
- You know, this really reminds me of my time in Vietnam,
picking up mortar shells with my godmother, Diana.
Doesn't really matter of what she's a princess of.
It's not really important.
- Tahani! How goes the cleaning?
- Oh, swimmingly, Michael.
And I have to say
this neighborhood that you've built
is truly a masterpiece,
the likes of which I've never seen.
And I've been to Johnny Depp's private bird sanctuary.
- Well, thank you. That's very kind of you to say.
[sniffs]
But it's also dead wrong.
This neighborhood is a disaster.
See, I must have made a mistake somewhere.
[sniffs] And it led to all this chaos,
and now I'm just-- I'm just terrified
that it's gonna happen again.
I'm trying to put a good face on
well, this--this face that I've constructed for myself.
But the truth is,
I--I'm just miserable. [sniffs]
I have to go.
Thank you so much for your service.
- Oh, no.
Powerful people do not handle failure well.
Michael could be heading for a total meltdown.
Soul mate,
are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Should we say it at the same time?
All right. One, two, three.
We must help Michael.
Oh, you sly devil.
You're going to keep me on my toes, aren't you?
All right, come on. Let's go.
- [giggling]
Oh. - Ooh.
- Hey, Gunnar! Hey, Antonio!
- Hey, Eleanor.
Isn't this great? - Um, yeah.
When I thought of the afterlife,
I totally pictured
being an unpaid, non-flying janitor.
- Us too!
[laughter]
- You guys are so fun.
Just relentlessly fun.
I keep thinking, "When are they gonna stop being fun?"
And the answer is never.
You're never gonna stop. [both giggling]
Well, I have had a pretty full day
of being unselfish.
I've made some new friends.
My area's almost garbage-free.
So you're gonna help me figure out
how to stay, right?
- Well, that is a really tough question.
Most great philosophers would say
helping you is pointless,
that you can't try to be good,
especially when your motivations are so obviously corrupt.
- Yeah, but what do most great philosophers know?
- On the other hand, Aristotle
thought that moral virtue is something
that you could get better at.
He--he compared it to playing the flute.
The more you practice, the more you improve.
- Aristotle! That's my boy, right there.
He was the best.
I mean, most people agree he was the best one.
So it sounds to me like you are on board
the "help Eleanor" train.
- Well, I've narrowed it down to two possibilities:
yes and no.
- Well, no worries.
Just hit me up when you're done
weighing my life in your hands.
I'll just keep doing what I do best:
being super considerate
and selfless.
[exhales]
Hey, guys.
- Okay, Eleanor, reminder.
We switched to a rotating system
for choosing a designated driver,
and it's your turn.
- Got it.
Full disclosure,
I forgot we were doing this new system.
I got off work early.
I've been here for about an hour,
and I'm already pretty drunk.
- Someone else will do it.
- Good call.
Guess the only place I'll be driving
is through the giant loophole
in the system I accidentally discovered.
Beep! Beep!
[laughs]
[slurping]
Whoo!
- Whoa! [people cheering]
- I can't believe they've managed to mix
one million flavors together,
and yet, somehow, I can taste each individual one.
It's remarkable.
- I got no-flavor.
It's all I deserve, really. - No.
- Look, I--I appreciate you trying to cheer me up.
I really do, but you don't understand.
This was the very first neighborhood
that I got to design.
It was my chance to prove myself,
and now I've blown it.
- You know, sometimes a flaw can make something
even more beautiful,
like with Cindy Crawford and how short she is.
- Oh, Tahani,
if I made one tiny mistake in my design,
if there's a single glitch in the system,
if even one blade of grass
is angled a--a fraction of a degree off...
[dog whimpers]
The whole neighborhood is compromised.
Whose dog is that?
Guys, whose dog is that?
Whose dog is that?
See, this is one of those glitches I was talking about.
Nice try, puppy!
[dog whimpering]
[dog whimpers, pop]
Whew! [chuckles]
That was a close one.
- Teacup?
Hey, have you seen my dog?
- [grunts]
Shouldn't these be magical trash bags?
- Five more minutes, flyers!
Five more minutes!
- Oh, man, really?
[bright instrumental music]
♪ ♪
Janet, I'm finished with cleanup,
and I'm ready to fly.
How do I start? - Hop on the launch pad
and conjure an image that brings you pure joy.
Some people think of their wedding day
or favorite vacation spot.
- People puking on roller coasters.
People puking on roller coasters.
[gasps]
[laughs] It's working!
Ow! What the fork?
[thunder crashing]
Janet, any chance this is
a scheduled trash storm?
- So here's the situation, Pevita.
I kind of kicked your dog into the sun.
But I got her back.
[dog whimpers and growls] Everything--
everything seems fine.
- Teacup, thank goodness you're okay.
- Everyone, it is merely a construct of a dog.
It feels no pain or joy or love.
- Teacup doesn't love me?
- Oh!
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, it definitely feels love.
Do you actually want a dog that loves you a little bit more?
Because I can kick her right back into the sun
and get you another one just like that.
- No! - Oh, boy.
I'm making things worse.
- Okay, all right, that's all right.
Breathe. Breathe--do you breathe?
- Mm-hmm. - If you do, then just breathe
'cause everything's fine, Michael, it's fine.
Ooh!
[wind whistling]
- It's raining garbage.
Run!
- Ooh, ooh, no, no, no, I'm gonna run this way.
[garbage clattering]
- Chidi! Hey.
Before you say anything...
That's it, I just don't want you to say anything.
- What did you do? - Nothing!
It just started raining trash
out of nowhere for no reason at all.
[thunder crashes] [screams]
Oh--okay, fine, fine.
My bag broke, and I ditched the trash
instead of taking it all the way to the dumpster.
But in my defense,
there were only five minutes left in flying
and I wanted to go flying.
- How is that a defense?
You made a bad choice.
- I made a bad choice?
We could have literally been flying,
and all you wanted to do was talk about morals.
I mean, you're like the worst part of Superman.
- This is a relief.
I can stop my deliberations.
You're a selfish person,
and it is pointless to help you.
You are on your own.
- Oh, man. [laughing]
How 'bout this trash storm, Gunnar?
- More cleaning up to do.
- It's a-- it's a dream come true.
- [gasps]
[both exhale]
- We're okay!
You can't die here.
- Come on, I mean, even you have to admit,
those guys are psycho.
.
- I don't know what's happening to me.
I mean, it's my duty
to be calm and in control
and I'm falling apart.
- No, Michael, you are a paragon of fortitude.
You're a mountain of strength.
- I'm not a mountain of strength.
I'm a canyon
full of poo-poo. [sobbing]
- Jianyu, the architect of this neighborhood
has just referred to himself as a canyon
full of poo-poo.
Surely now, you will say something?
Grace us with your vocalized wisdom.
Please, I'm begging you.
[gentle piano music]
♪ ♪
- Oh.
Yes, yes, I understand.
The strength is inside me.
It's been there all along.
No, of course, I can overcome any obstacle.
Oh, thank you, Jianyu, thank you.
[laughs]
I'm back.
- You did it.
Oh, you have so much to teach me.
Maybe I should try to be silent too.
No really, look.
Here I go.
Oh! That was wonderful!
So cleansing.
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[laughter]
- Just water tonight, huh?
Designated driver?
- Yeah, it sucks.
- I think it's awesome.
I mean, someone's got to do it, right?
I think it's a cool thing to do for people.
- Yeah.
No--no, I meant--
I meant--I--it sucks that I can't do it
more often, you know?
I actually prefer it to drinking.
Staying sober and
knowing my friends will get home safe,
that's my buzz.
Hey, guys, good news and bad news.
See that hot bartender over there?
He's into me, and we're gonna bang it out.
The bad news is, it means I can't drive you guys home.
But I did call a cab for you guys.
But they recognized my number,
and they didn't want to come.
I've thrown up in a lot of cabs.
So are we good here?
- Eleanor, you have a very important choice to make.
If you blow us off,
you are banned from Thursday night drinks
forever.
- Yeah, I'm good with that.
I'll see you guys at work.
Peace!
You, let's go.
[sighs]
Hey.
How did you know I was here?
- I saw you from my window.
That's where I live, by the way.
Not that you ever asked.
What are you doing?
- I went to all the places
where I dumped trash earlier
and cleaned it up
so it couldn't be traced back to me.
- Well, it looks like you
cleaned up everything.
You're doing this because you feel bad.
And you're not even doing it to get me to help you anymore
because I told you that's not gonna happen.
- Okay, yeah, fine, I felt bad
for stupid Gunnar and stupider Antonio
and the whole neighborhood.
I felt bad about what I did.
It was a weird feeling.
Not used to it. Didn't love it.
- Well, feeling remorse about being wrong
isn't as good as just doing something right,
but it's a start.
Look, I think you're capable of change.
And I will help you try.
- Oh, wow, man,
I swear I won't let you down.
- Hi there. I've collected
the worst-smelling garbage that I could find.
Do you still want me to dump it inside of Antonio's house?
- What?
No.
I did not tell you to do that.
You are loco, girlfriend.
Okay, I won't let you down starting now.
.
- [chuckling]
Ah, Eleanor.
Good morning. - Michael.
Do you know what the best part about this place is?
You figured out how to make a to-go cup
that doesn't leak right where the seam meets the lid.
- Oh, I'm so glad you noticed.
I was very proud of that.
One of the hardest problems I had to solve.
Eleanor,
I know what you did.
Cleaning up the entire neighborhood by yourself.
[laughs]
I knew you were special,
but this is proof.
- Well, I was just doing my part.
You know?
And, um, since I'm special,
your words,
I didn't get to fly.
- I'm sorry.
No, I've had to ban flying
for 1,000 years.
Too many injuries.
One resident hit a rotting turkey carcass
at 1,000 miles an hour.
It just exploded into this fireball
of turkey flesh and bones sinew.
Anyway...
Enjoy your coffee.
And the cup.
- So I have moved out of my apartment officially
and into your guestroom.
Figured it would cause less suspicion
and make things easier for our "good person" lessons.
- Cool.
Uh, just FYI, I'm a very loud snorer.
And I like to drip dry in the nude,
so eyes to yourself, perv.
- Okay, fine.
Now you got a long way to go to pull this off.
It will take hours and hours
of studying ethics and moral philosophy.
We're gonna have assignments
and quizzes and papers.
It's gonna be so much fun.
- Remind me what I'm getting out of this again.
- You get to avoid eternal damnation.
- Oh, yeah. Right.
Hey, I got you a present.
- What?
- Senegal.
- That's not a present; that's just common decency.
- Yeah, but I forkin' nailed it.
- Good talk.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Ah, shirt.