All language subtitles for Psych.S01E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

You do your homework?
Uh-huh.

Finish those beets?

Yup.

Can I have the fudge cake?

Close your eyes.

-Dad, I don't want to--
-Now.

Which letter is out
in the exit sign?

The "X."

-What color is the vinyl?
-What's vinyl?

It's the stuff
these seats are covered in.

Purple.

Maroon. Close enough.

-Manager's name.
-Who?

She's wearing
a name tag.

The woman
standing at the front door
when we first walked in.

You saw her.

Marie.
Can I have the cake now?

-How many hats?
-
Come on, Dad!

Shawn, you want a piece of cake?
How many hats are in the room?

-Does a beanie count?
-What do you think?

-Three.
-You didn't describe them.

-That's not fair.
-Time's almost up, Shawn.

One has a flower:
the one the lady's wearing.

One has a picture of
some kind of lion,

on the weird guy
with the crooked tooth.

The last one is on the chef.

-What about the beanie?
-A beanie's a cap, not a hat.

All right.
Open your eyes.
Thank you.

Wow. That's amazing.

It's adequate.

Get him his cake.

I guess I know
what you're gonna be
when you grow up.

Oh, I'm never gonna grow up,
ma'am.

-Nice place.
-Thank you.

...later on in the week,
but all in all,

a wonderful day
to take a hike.

Now back to you, Dana.

The department
could use a boost--

I knew you were gonna be
my best table.

...voicing her concerns
regarding the department's
long-time policies.

-Ooh.
- Joe, do the police have
any leads at this time?

We're at a loss.
we really don't know
what else to do.

It's been a tough few weeks.
Basically run out of ideas.

Hopefully, the--
the police will be able
to crack this one for us.

Closing the books
on the Visions break-ins

could be just the olive branch
needed to set things
in the right direction.

Ooh.
What are you doing?

I'm calling the police.

Any particular reason?
I think
I just closed a case.

You didn't tell me
you're a cop.

-Oh, no, no, no.
Definitely not a cop.
-Oh.

Does that disappoint you?

I just thought
you might have...
handcuffs.

Oh, I have handcuffs.
Hello?

Santa Barbara Police Department.

Uh, it's the store manager.
He did it.

Pardon me?
The stereo robberies.

At the Visions chain store.

He's on Channel 8 news
right now.

His hands. Nervous tic.
Dead giveaway.

And he won't
look at the reporter
in the eyes.

And your name is?
-My name?

My name is Shawn. Spencer.

-And is there
anything else today?
-No, that's gonna do it.

Retailerre waiting and hoping--

Actually, the tags
on the news van have expired,

but that's completely unrelated.

I know.
Eighty dollars--

Hello, Officer.

Okay,
but you gotta go.

It was awesome.
Well, yeah.

Yeah.

Hi.

I'm Shawn Spencer.

And the other thing is--

Well, now,
I'm not gonna pay for it.
Uh-uh.

Oh.

No, no.

No, that's not for me.
Uh--

I'm here for a commendation.
I called in a... tip.

Uh-huh.

Oh, no, Michelle.
I can't pay for that.

Here's the thing.
These are new pants.

Clearly, you feel
very strongly about this.

Right.

Eighty dollars
is a lot for a reading.

But she was astounding.

I mean, she knew
about Granny's childhood

and the curios
she left Bobby.

I mean, I could
literally feel her spirit
in the room.

Get out of here.

You know
I have the same tattoo?

They spelled
"Bloodthirsty" wrong
on mine. Can you believe that?

I mean, you'd think somebody,
somebody,

would develop
some kind of spellchecker
for these ink guys.

Cannot believe
you didn't test that out first.

One, two, three.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.

What'd you do?
Bust up your ex-wife's car?

-Her new boyfriend's.
-That'll teach her.

They got no witnesses.

Sweet.

Might wanna brush
the shards of taillight
off your sleeve.

Just a tip.

Gee. Thanks, guy.

Sure.

Right this way,
Mr. Spencer.

So, when do I get
my money?

Money?
-Yeah, the reward?

You guys arrested
the store manager,
am I right?

Why don't you let us
ask the questions
for a while?

Okay.

So, which questions
might those be?

Oh, I don't know.
Like...

where were you
the night of the last robbery?

I was robbing a stereo shop.

I wasn't.

I don't know.

I guess I was doing
the same thing you were doing.

-Not solving crime.
-You're not
helping your case here.

My case.

W-W-W--
I'm actually a suspect?

Oh, you're our lead suspect.

-I gave you the guy.
-He had a partner.

Wh--I have to find that guy?
I'm confused.
When do you start chipping in?

See, your information
was good.

So good, it could only
have come from the inside.

Inside of what?

Look, I've called in
dozens of tips, okay?

Just check it out.
I did.

I checked out
a whole lot of stuff.

Like...
Oh, you're currently
unemployed.

You've never held a job
for more than six months,

and you have
a criminal record.

-I was 18.
-Oh, 18?

Well, that makes it okay.
Let me just scratch this out.

-I borrowed a car.
-You stole a car.

To impress a girl.

Was she?
Very.

Till they slapped
the cuffs on her.

Then, all of a sudden,
she's not the wild child
she claimed to be.

Look, forgive us, Mr. Spencer,
if this seems far-fetched.

Would it help at all
if I told you that she had
a bit of a reputation,

and I was oh for...

high school?

Okay, fine.
There were
extenuating circumstances.

The arresting officer
was my father.

He was trying
to teach me a lesson.

Did you learn it?

I learned I hated my father,
so, sure.

Well, pardon me
if I'm just a little skeptical.

Believable, as it is,
that you solved
all these crimes--

One second. What was it?

"Watching the local
Channel 8 news reports."

I confess. That's not true.

Sometimes I watch Channel 5.

I prefer Channel 8.
The weather girl? Adorable.

So you're telling us
that you can read guilt
off of TV interviews.

Can't you?

Don't you try and trivialize
police work.

I think you're doing
a bang-up job of that
all by yourself.

You can't keep me here, guys.
I know my rights.

Good. Then you know
you have the right
to remain silent.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

Wait a minute.

You're serious?

Few hours in a holding cell
might jog your memory.

Just give us a reason,
Mr. Spencer.
That's all we need.

-How did you get
this information?
-No. It is too late for that.

Officer Allen, book him.

"Book him"?

Oh, come on. Cuffs?
For the walk back to the lobby?

Or you could give us
a plausible explanation.

Okay. Okay.

Fine. You win.

I got the information
because...

-I'm psychic.
-

Get him out of here.
Oh, boy!

Your grandma
would be so proud.

-You spoke to her?
-I did.

She's...

safe, comfortable.

She wants you to stop
spending all your money
on those charlatans.

The palm readers?
The palm readers.

Okay. Just to be clear:

You're claiming
to be a psychic,
Mr. Spencer.

Aah!

How else would I know
that you two
are sleeping together?

One, two, three.
One, two, three.
One, two, three. One--

-When's the wedding?
-May 3rd.

Wait. How'd you know?

I'm getting dance lessons
for a wedding reception.

And you are getting good.

That's amazing.

Oh, come on.
Who's buying this?

I got it.

Go to Detention Room Number Two.
Shake down your vandal.

You'll find
all the evidence you need.

All the evidence
is in his left shoe.

I'm gonna be back here
in three minutes.

With my own cuffs.

Whoa.

I'm getting--

I am getting...

the letter "L."

Lulu. Her dog.

Is there anything else
she said?

Uh-- There's suddenly a very,
very negative presence here.

It's blocking me.

-It was a lucky guess.

Lucky guess?
He planted it.
I don't know.

His alibi checks.

Question. Do I pay taxes
on reward money?

I'll find out.

Please, feel free
to call anytime.

You know I will.

Magic touch.

Boop.

Doctor.
Hey. Yeah.

Not so fast, Mr. Spencer.

Karen Vick,
interim police chief.

I know.

-Heard about
what you did in there.
-Oh, you're welcome.

That wasn't the phrase
I was gonna use.

I was going to say,
"Improbable, possible,
yet unlikely."

Look, it's hard to explain.

I'm gifted.
I was born that way.

I knew your father.
He was a good cop.

You're nothing like him.

I take that
as a compliment, ma'am.

Don't ever call me "ma'am."

-Am I still free to go?
-Not exactly.

-You familiar
with the McCallum family?
-McCallum.

Yeah, they own half the hill.

Well, there's been
a kidnapping.

Oh, come on.
I had nothing to do with that.

Would you like to?

The feds are itching
to jump in on this case,

and I need to make
some progress.

What I need is a miracle.
Or... a facsimile of one.

Oh.

I see. I see.

Well, I make $1,200 a day.

-It's a tryout.
-That's what I meant to say.

This is pro bono.
Something for you.

Be very clear, Mr. Spencer.

Your case is still open.

And it stays that way
until I see
a reasonable demonstration

of this ability
you claim to have utilized
to solve these numerous crimes.

And if this psychic thing
is a scam...

we will prosecute.

You know
hindering a police investigation
is a criminal offense?

Sounds good!

We're on the same team now!
Kidnappers beware!

Central Coast
Pharmaceuticals. Hold, please.

-I have a job for you.
-I already have a job.

-They're paying you
to play video games?
-How do you do that?

Come on. Left hand, spacebar.
Right hand, arrow keys.

Gus, you should ask me
a challenging question
every once in a while,

just for kicks.

I can't go anywhere.
I'm behind on my route.

I've got new samples
of Ceromoxicillin.

Oh, man. I'm sorry.

I didn't realize
the new butt cream had come in.

So, you're not interested
in hearing about

doing the thing
we've been dreaming of doing
since we were eight?

I've got us the last job
we will ever need.

Shawn, you've had 57 jobs
since we left high school.

Yes, I have.
And they were all fun,
but this one takes the cake.

Oh, yeah? Better than
your acupuncture clinic?

I didn't realize
experience was necessary.

What about the summer you spent
driving the Wienermobile?

I did that for the hot dogs.

Look, Gus, all those jobs I took
because I wanted the experience.

But then I mastered it
and I moved on.

But this job has
a little bit of everything.

-Come with me.
-Uh, no.

I'm never doing anything blindly
with you again.

I learned that
at the Mexican border--
twice.

Okay. This is hard to explain,
but I'm gonna give it a shot.

You and I...

are opening our own
private detective agency.

Oh. See?

No explanation necessary.

Let me get my coat.

But you're not
getting your coat.

No, no, Shawn. I'm not.

All right.
You want to sweat the details?
Fine.

The cops think I'm a psychic,
and now we are investigating
a kidnapping.

What did you say?

We are investigating
a kidnapping.

That's what I thought.

-You're serious?
-Yes, I am serious!

Six days ago,
Camden McCallum, Jr.,

sole male heir
to McCallum Textiles,

was seen being forced
into his Range Rover
at the municipal dog park.

No one has seen him
or the dog since.

They took the dog?

You see what I mean?
I need you.

I need you to--
to write stuff down.

Cause you know how I zone out
when other people talk.

-Just for today?
-Just today.

Oh, and you know what?
You should bring
your sample case,

because
some of those forensics guys
probably--

Whoa!

There's gonna be
forensics guys there?

All right. Pay attention.

Eighteen months ago,
Camden McCallum

ran his father's cigarette boat
into the Morro Bay Aquarium.

That was right after
he got caught
with that hockey player's wife.

Yeah, I remember that.

Guy hadn't been
out of the papers in five years.

Since that day, nothing.
Not a single news story.

Not so much
as a dented motorcycle.

Okay. What do you think?

I think Camden McCallum
is too good at what he does
to stop.

Not cold turkey, anyway.
Beautiful women, fast cars.

Doesn't add up.

Something happened.

That's good stuff, Shawn.

Where'd you get all that?

Nowhere. Nowhere.
Can't reveal my sources.

National Enquirer ?

Central county gossip news?

Gus, these guys are cowboys

They hide in bushes.
They know what's going on.

Okay.
Let me tell you something,
Shawn,

I'm not about
to go in there
with you making accusations

based off of evidence
you got from the pages
of People magazine.

Oh, please.
Would you give me some credit?

It was Us Weekly .

How should we
introduce ourselves?

Don't say "psychic."
They'll shut you off.

Say something vague, like
"alternative tactics division."

How about the bureau
of magic and spellcasting?

Where you going?

You're rooting
through their trash?

Just for a second.

You are, without doubt,
the worst detective
I've ever seen.

Gus, everything you need
is right in front of you.
You just have to pay attention.

Oh, yeah?

Look at this.

Berenson's brand.

That is
the highest quality dog food
on the market.

Perfect. They pamper their pets.
The case is almost solved.

This stuff is really expensive.

No additives, no preservatives.

Why would you possibly
open three bags simultaneously
when you only have one dog?

They're rich.
They waste money.

-Oh, my God.
-What?

This CD case is totally nice.

Why would someone
throw this out?
Here, put this in the car.

Inside. Now.

Is it entirely too early
for me to have a theory?

Can you at least wait
until we see some evidence?

I suppose I could,
if it'd make you happier.

Whoa.

Remember, just act natural.

They know.

How could they know?
They know.

We haven't
said anything yet.
They know. I can feel it.

Oh, you're a psychic
now, too?
You're not a psychic.

Gus, let's just be clear
on one thing.

The only way
they can absolutely prove
that I am not a psychic

is if I tell them.

And I can guarantee you,
that is the one thing
I will never do.

Ooh.

Ooh. Check this out.

You got a lead?

No, but look
at this girl.

She must be the sister.
She's incredible.

Kind of have a few other things
going on right now, Shawn.

Oh, Gus, look.

Look how she went
from this awkward stage,

with this really
unfortunate perm,

to this beautiful,
amazing girl.

I mean, she's a late bloomer,
but what does that mean?

That means
depth of character.

Gus, she kayaks.

What are you,
Lamaze breathing?

It helps.

I cover
a few birthing centers.

Just let me know
when the contractions
are two minutes apart.

She reads Vonnegut. Wow!

Look. She plays the piano.

She's an aviatrix. Gus--

I bet this girl is spectacular.

Really, now?

I'm Katarina McCallum.

I am...
thoroughly embarrassed.

I'll bet you are.

I'm sorry.

I'm Shawn Spencer.
The chief called me in.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Thank you for saying that.
I have the same feeling.

-What makes you think so?
-I'm a psychic.

They called in a psychic?

I have... very unique
and special abilities.

Well, Shawn Spencer,

if you need to ask
any questions--

Just one.

Do you currently have
a boyfriend?

Uh--

-Is that pertinent?
-It very well could be.

Uh-- Well, yes,
I'm sort of seeing someone,

Nothing serious though.

Nothing too serious.

That's good.
That's very good.

I think that's it...

for now.

I'll-- I'll be in touch.

How do you
luck into these women
all the time?

Gus, please.

I'm a professional,
gathering information.

What are we looking for?

Pictures of
that Katarina girl.

Preferably at the beach.
Maybe on her way to yoga.

Or at a Halloween party,
dressed as a cat.

What are those for?
It's for anxiety.

Is it ethical
to sample your own samples?

Mr. Spencer?

The sketch artist
is here for you.

-The sketch artist.
-The chief insisted.

Interim chief.

Yeah. You call her that.

I'll be right back.

Oh, yeah, that's nice.
Yeah, with the shading.
The shading's nice.

Uh--

Here's a question.

Do you think you could have him
looking further to the left?

Like, his eyeline
further to the left?

-Shawn.
-Yeah?

-Can I talk to you
for a second?
-Yeah, yeah.

Uh-- So, just more to the left,
and I think we're there.
All right.

What's up?
What are you doing?

Just-- Just work with me.

Tell them
you're blocked or something.

I'm gonna
have to use that later.

Uh, how we looking over there?

Oh, that's great. Now--
Look how good that is.

See how he's looking off
to the left, like he's--
he sees something?

Now, as far as the hair goes,
can we get the bangs wispier?

Like he's trying to compensate
for, like--

Maybe he's thinning in the back
and he's sort of got a swoop?

Oh! Oh, my gosh!
It's Bill! Oh, it's Bill!

Oh, honey. Come here quick.

Bill's the kidnapper!

Um, um, um-- Uh--

That's the exact cap
I gave him.

Okay, everybody stop.

No. No! I'm sorry.

Bill is not the kidnapper.
Not the kidnapper.

Bill is just
a horrible human being.

Who is Bill?
I'm-I'm getting,
uh, multiple women.

Is he a bigamist? Pimp?

Does he sell children
on the black market? What--

Astounding.
We are just
getting started here.

Oh, I can't wait.

Speaking of which, obviously,

I'll need a copy
of that case file

with all of the statements,
all of the evidence.

You're a psychic.

Yes, but there are
vibrations.

In the paperwork?

Look, Detective--

I don't pretend to understand
how the spirit world works,

and I don't think
you should either.

I need that file.

Go ahead.
Get him a copy.

Thank you, Karen.

Mr. McCallum?

I'm Shawn Spencer,
the psychic.

Well, thank you for coming.
If there's anything I can do.

I can't imagine
how difficult this must be
for you, sir.

Nothing can prepare you
for something like this,

knowing you can't
do anything.

Uh-- Call me anytime
with any questions.

Uh, actually,
I do have one question, sir.

How did he feel
about the dog?

Well, he loved that damn thing.
Didn't do anything without it.

Yeah.

That'll do it.
Thank you, sir.

"Does he like his dog?"
That's how you investigate?

I think
we're making progress.

Since you've been here,
all you've done
is dig through the trash,

hit on the victim's sister,

and falsely accuse
her boyfriend.

Gus, he is not
her boyfriend.

She made a point to say
they're free
to see other people.

Whatever you say, Shawn.
Have a blast. I quit.

You can't quit.
We just got started.

Watch me.

Gus, you're gonna miss
everything.

It's gonna be fun.

-Gus, get back here!

Fine.

I'll solve this case
by myself.

Ow!

-

Gus.

I hate to imagine
what the rest
of your plan was.

How did you get in?

Far less effective
on a second-floor landing.

-I have an alarm.
-You do.

And your code
is your birthday.

You might as well
take all your valuables

and put 'em
right out on the lawn.

What do you want, Shawn?
Can I say something
about the case, please?

-No.
-I was right.

I'm done, Shawn.

I don't want
to commit felonies and perjury
and pretend to be--

You're dying to know
who kidnapped him.
I know you are.

No. No. I'm not.

Because I don't believe
that you can solve a crime
the cops can't

by simply
walking through a house.

Fine.
Fine.

All right. Whatever.

Who kidnapped him?

Nobody.

Nobody! Excellent.

Call the chief at home.
Tell her the crime is solved.

Because apparently
we just imagined
the whole thing.

Gus, nobody kidnapped him...

because he did it himself.

Come on. See for yourself.

Okay. Here's the thing.

Camden didn't offer
to clean up his act
voluntarily.

Oh, no. Daddy threatened
to cut him off permanently.

This was about
18 months ago.

-Eighteen months?
-But wait. There's more.

-He had help.
-Who?

This guy. On the end.
Malcolm Orso.

Only member of this crew
that didn't go on to fame
or fortune... or rehab.

-The cops
must've talked to him.
-Nope.

Malcolm hasn't been seen
with Camden for quite some time.

To be exact...

-Eighteen months.
-Almost to the day.

Gus, he has been
planning this thing
for over a year.

-Shawn, this is good.
-Yeah.

-Where did you get this?
-Katarina McCallum's room.

You didn't go in her room!

Gus, I needed a ride.

She hadn't eaten yet.

One thing led to another,
and we ended up
sharing a milkshake.

Whoa! Wait a second.
Wait a second.

-You're dating her?
-No. Not dating.

Yes, you are!

It's not exclusive.

What? Gus. Come on!

Put some clothes on.
This is gonna be fun.

Let's go! I'm driving.
Where are your keys?

Never mind! I got 'em!

Ooh.

Should I slice this up
for the road?

We're off
to a banner start.

Just let me
do the talking.

Morning, gentlemen.

Hello, Officer.

What's this?

Oops.

That's my dad's
old police business card.

Must've stuck
to the back there.

Guess I've been carrying that
in my wallet for ages.

Can never be too careful,
coming from a family of cops.

Henry Spencer's your dad?

Yes. Yes, he is.

Well, how's old Henry doing?

Oh, you know Henry.

He's-- He's great.

Retired. Living in Miami.

I saw Henry three weeks ago
at the Home Depot.

Yeah. Yeah. That--
That sounds about right.

He popped into town
for a few days.

Grabbed some supplies.

Some wood.

Said he'd been back
for over a year.

And now, he's back.

Running around.
Doing his thing.

Henry-style.

Tell your dad
the kingfisher says hello.

Will do.
Thank you, Officer.

Your dad's back at the house?

Apparently.

Dude, I'm so excited.
This is my first use
of spy technology.

Yeah, it would seem
much cooler

if it didn't have
Sports Illustrated
pasted on the side.

Hmm.

Came with a subscription.

Along with the video
of Auburn's greatest
buzzer beaters.

Just Auburn?

Yeah, it was oddly specific.
Look.

Oh, these work fine.

Are you gonna tell me
why we're here?

This is
the Orso family cabin,

where young Malcolm
and young Camden

spent all their summers
growing up.

Wouldn't the police
have checked this out?

Malcolm is so far out
on the periphery
of Camden's life.

He's not on the witness list.
He's not on anybody's list.

This is a great plan.

Camden McCallum
deserves to be commended.

Maybe
you should date him too.

Maybe I will.

Let me see.

See here.

Oh, no way.
What?

It's Camden's dog.

Get-- Dude! Dude!
Oh, my gosh!

I can't believe we did this!
This is unbelievable!

What? What?

Oh. Okay. Okay. Okay, wait.
Look. Okay, wait.
Let's call the cops.

No, no, no.
Let's call the chief.

That's what we're gonna do.
Call the chief. Yeah!

No, no, no.
No, no, no. Gus. Gus.
What?

We don't call anyone.

What?
We go home.

Then later,
at headquarters,

I suddenly and miraculously
have a vision.

A vision?
A vision
of stuff we saw.

Like, uh--
Like the road sign
with the two bullet holes.

Like the red kayak,
the yellow kayak.

And the highway,
with numbers.

Oh, I'm seeing--
What am I seeing?
Eight, three, one.

We're on Highway 138.

Exactly. In the spirit world,
things get jumbled
and out of sequence.

But my premonition
becomes clearer

when we all jump
in the squad car together.

By the way,
let me sit next to
that junior detective--

Shawn, please.

And at last,
we lead them here,

up and over
the moss-drizzled timbers.

And finally,
we both put on
our surprised faces

as I guide them to the cabin

"for the first time."

This is mine.

What do you got?

Gus, that's horrible.

It doesn't convey surprise
at all.

Gus!

All right.
Let me do the talking.

Is there even an option?

Now I want
a lot of witnesses
for my miraculous vision.

Yeah, yeah.
There they go.

There they go. Detectives!

Detectives!
Detectives.

We have a breakthrough.

It is
very important.

I also have something important.
I call it "lunch."
Make an appointment.

No, no, no, but this is--
-You don't have my interest.

You don't have my ear.

Find a beat cop.
Tell your story.
Maybe I'll read the report.

Good day, gentlemen.
After you.

Detective.

Don't eat the chicken.

"Don't eat the chicken"?

He's got your number.
He's got nothing.

I'll have the chicken enchilada,
extra chicken.
Okay.

-I'll have
the cheese quesadilla.
- Coming right up.

Coward.

You're mad because
he pegged us as a couple.

Please. He was tipped off.

-Did you tell anyone?
-Why would I tell anyone?

Let everyone think
I'm working my way up the ladder
the hard way?

You're barely separated.

It's been five months.

So the plan was
to annoy them
into believing you.

Billy Camp's working the grill.

-So?
-So?

Billy Camp
has the worst hay fever
I've ever seen.

Feel this wind?

Feel it?

I'll be right back.

Here we go.
Act natural.

Okay! What is it?

Get used to riding
back here.

Stop!
-

That... road sign.

This is it. Keep going.

Slowly. Gently.

If I cut him open
and leave him out here,
you cannot testify against me.

Just focus on
the satisfaction you get
when this leads nowhere.

A dog! There's a dog.
He had a dog.

What kind of dog
did he have?

What about the dog?

-It had a very--
a particular diet.
-Yes.

I told you
those empty bags were strange.

Uh-- Uh--
Ba-- Babbling brook--

Bat-- Bins-- Brooklyn--

Berenson's Brand.

Yeah! You saw it too?

Yes, I did. Yes, I did.

In a dream.

I think it's very peculiar
the dog hasn't been found yet.

I think that's very intuitive,
Detective--

Hey, Carnac.
Where the hell am I supposed
to be going?

One.

Three.

Seven.

138.
138.

Highway 138.
That's what I said.

Earlier. To Gus.

All right.
This is great.
Now what?

Does anyone have
any binoculars?

No. No. You see,
we don't carry binoculars.

Oh. Never mind.
I found some here in my pocket.

There it is!

Just-- Just like I saw it.

Those are nice earrings.

Who got you those?

You wanna tell me
what I'm looking for, please?

Uh-- I'm--
I'm not sure, exactly.

I see... a bone.

A human bone?

No. No.

R-Rawhide?

And a ball.

Filled with...
peanut butter.

Creamy or chunky?

Holy crap.

Call for backup.

What?

What do you see,
Detective?

I can't believe
they won't let us in.
This is lame.

And you were so polite
when you asked the SWAT team
to issue you the Luger.

Just make sure
you act in awe of me

when they come to say
I was completely right.

Oh, and maybe
a little afraid,

like my powers
could possibly be used
for evil.

-Yeah. Oh, watch out!
Watch out!
-

Whoa, whoa!

For what, its tongue?

That thing could be vicious.

Yeah, and diabolical,
with its calculated
decoy tail-wagging.

There's blood
on its whiskers.

That's not blood.
That's Snausages.

Are you sure?
-Yes, I'm sure.

Either that, or he just
mauled a mountain lion.
Come on, Gus.

Mr. Spencer.
Follow me.

Now,
if there's any press,

make sure you mention
our agency.

We don't have an agency.

Yes, we do.
I applied for a DBA online.

Which reminds me,
we're gonna need a name.

"Mindmasters"?
Already taken.

Make sure you tell them
that we do private cases,

cause I bet the department's
only gonna be good
for one or two a month.

You tell them.
I can't.

I'm secretive.
Mysterious. Enigmatic.

Delusional.

Remember. Act surprised.

It is just
like I saw before.

Pardon me.
Ladies, gentlemen.

The department has been approved
to call on you again,
Mr. Spencer.

And even though this case
didn't end up
exactly the way we'd hoped,

I thank you
for your services.

You were invaluable.
Thank you.

Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

You're making a huge mistake.

-This case isn't closed.
-Pardon me?

Murder-suicide?
Come on. You're buying that?

I'm not buying anything.
Those are the facts.

I buy it.

I understand. I do.

You'd like to
shut the book on this
as quickly as possible.

It's fine.

They had a falling-out.

Before they got
the ransom money? Why?

What did they
have to fight about
before they got the cash?

Might I remind you, Mr. Spencer,
you are not a detective.

I just need to speak
to the witnesses again.

The McCallum family
has been through enough.
And this conversation is over.

Thank you. Uh--

We parked
in a parking structure.
Do you validate?

Would it make any difference
if I told you

Camden McCallum, Jr.,
spoke to me?

From beyond the grave.

Shut the door
on your way out.

Damn it.

What are you doing?
That was the chief of police.

Interim chief.

And have you considered
that Camden McCallum
may have been alive

the first time
we went to that cabin?

-No.
-Well, I have!

-I need to talk to that guy.
-Whoa, whoa. No!

Come on, Gus.
Just for a second.

The man is practically
almost my father-in-law.

Make no mistake, Shawn.

I will kill you.

Okay.

I appreciate the fact
that you think
you can beat me up.

But I think our last scuffle
proves otherwise.

Are you talking about
the Cinnamon Festival?

Yes! You do remember!

Okay. First of all,
I was six, and I had a cast!

Which many would construe
as a clear advantage.

It's like having a weapon
attached to your arm.

Oh, great. Now the chief
is staring right at us.

Mr. McCallum?
Chief wants him left alone.

Well, we all want
to be left alone.

Yeah, some more than others.

What's with his wrist?

I'm not discussing this case
with you anymore.

Okay, fine.
We won't talk about the case.

Oh. Let's talk
about fashion.

You know what's really hot
this season?

I mean, really hot?

-Mm-hmm?
-Bandages.

On the wrist.

What are your thoughts
on the subject?

You don't give up, do you?

I do give up,
all the time.

But not until
the moment is right.

Now, come on.

I know you don't think
this adds up either.

Look, even if
I did agree with you,

it doesn't matter
what I think.

The people who run this thing
want this case closed.

You're a good cop.
Any fool could see that.

They don't listen to you
around here, do they?

-Psychic insight?
-Shameless ass-kissing.

Come on.
What's with the bandage?

Okay. The rumor is...
he tried to off himself.

Off himself?

The war hero?
The man who's seen everything?

No. That's not it.
That's definitely not it.

You know everything,
don't you?

Yeah.

It's scary, isn't it?

Look.
Something is going on.

and I'm gonna find out
what it is.

No. You're not going
anywhere near that man.

In fact,
I'm gonna make certain

you never hear
from the department again.

Whoa!

I'm getting strong vibrations
that you might be wrong.

I'm onto you.

You've got a source somewhere,
and I'm gonna find it.

You think this is
some sort of game?

I'm not gonna let you
just waltz around here

like some kid
in a candy store.

Let me be honest with you,
Detective.

I used to work in a candy store,
and it's nothing like this.

You're in over your head,
mystic.

Hi, Dad.

Shawn.

You didn't tell me
you moved back.

You didn't tell me
you moved away.

That was different.
Was it?

Yeah, I was busy
trying to help my mom
through her divorce.

Well, it's nice
to see you, too, Son.

Can I come in?

No.

I was on my way
out to lunch.

You can come with me
if you don't bring this thing.

When I was in the department,
there were two things
I hated in this world:

private investigators
and psychics.

Congratulations, kid.
You just hit
the disappointment exacta.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

It sort of happened
by accident.

What are you gonna do
when you get caught?
Move out of town?

I'm not gonna get caught.

Shawn, this is
just like everything else.

Three months from now,
you're gonna be on a bus
going to Minneapolis

cause you found your calling
as a weatherman.

It's not like that this time.
Have you been listening to me?

I've finally figured out
a way to use my special gift.

You should be thrilled.
You're the one
that made me this way.

I'm good at this.

Oh. Oh, I see.

You're so good at it,
what are you doing
knocking at my door?

You think I came to you
for help.

Okay.

There was no ransom drop.

-I'm not gonna be
a part of this.
-Come on.

Would you just hear me out?

Okay. No ransom drop.
So what? Big deal.

So, six days, nothing?
Not even a demand?

It happens all the time.
It's not unprecedented.

They try to create panic
in the family.

Yeah, I know. I know.
But not this guy.

This guy
wanted it done quickly.
I know that.

Well, then you missed something.

You've been
driving your motorcycle
all across the country,

working your
bungee-cord-jumping expeditions.

You're soft.
Hey, pal. It happens.

I'm not soft.

I'm sharper
than I've ever been.

Close your eyes.

No way. I'm not seven.

Close your eyes. Any longer,
I'll think you're cheating.

How many hats are in the room?

No! No!

Look, this was a fun game
when I was--

This isn't a game, Shawn.
It's to sharpen
and refine your skills.

Now tell me.

How many hats
are in the room?

All right. Fine.

Just in case you're trying
to pull a fast one,

I'm not counting
the one in your pocket.

Nylon fishing hat
on the loner
in the corner.

Foam cap on the kid
who's too young to know
they were lame

the first time
they came out.

Both truckers.
One a concrete company
I've never heard of.

The other advertising
free mustache rides.

I'm fairly certain
no one's taken him up
on that offer.

Norwegian girl,
ponytail pulled out the back.

Unfortunately,
she's married.

And our friendly bartender,
wearing the official hat
of the restaurant.

Six hats.

And?

That's it.

Sorry, pal.
There are seven hats.

I can't help you.
You missed something.

-I didn't miss anything.
-There are seven hats, Shawn.

Were.
Before I closed my eyes.

Cowboy hat walked out
while I was ridiculing
mustache rides.

Come on.
I heard her boots.

All right. Close enough.

Close enough?
No. I nailed that.

Yeah, but you changed the rules.
But, hey, if it makes you happy.

Change the rules?
I did not change the rules.

What I did was nail it,
and you know it.

Shawn.

You want my advice?

Go out, get yourself
a real job.

Grow up.

In the meantime,

you might wanna ask yourself

who you're trusting in this case
and maybe you shouldn't.

Cause obviously,
you're overlooking somebody.

Thanks for lunch.

How did you find me?

Oh, come on.
It's not exactly like
you're D.B. Cooper.

You have five stops
on your route.

Dude, how excited
are you gonna be
to quit this job?

I'm not quitting.
Come on, Gus.

How much longer can you continue
to suck this up?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm gonna suck it up
forever.

I'm gonna suck up
my vision and dental plan,

my profit sharing,
and my regular paycheck.

Fine. You make a safe
and compelling argument.

Right now,
you're fresh out of product.

What do you want,
Shawn?

I need to tail someone.

Use your motorcycle.
That's a good idea.

When you really wanna be
incognito and stealth-like,

just fire up
a Norton Commando 750.

That's not my problem.

I've had enough.
Get over your guilt, Shawn.

The coroner's report is in.
It showed Camden was dead
long before we got there.

Look at you.

You are still tracking
this case.

Come on, man.
Let's finish this thing,
together.

We're so close.

I will buy you
generous portions of food.

At La Super-Rica.

What is this?

I get those free.

My sponsors love me
when I wear 'em.

What does Sarisium cure?

Dude, don't even start.

I'm buying your lunch.

I can grill you
as much as I want.
What does it cure?

Cold sores.

Cold sores?

Yes. Cold sores.

And you wonder why
you can't find a nice girl?

I wear it when I work out.

So you're at the gym,
surrounded by fit, single women,

wearing a shirt
that essentially says,
"Hi. I have herpes."

Yes. That's right.

Oh. It's this way.
Take a left.

Why are we
at the McCallum offices?

What is the magnification
on these things?
2X.

Okay.
We need to stop at Walmart
on the way home.

Why don't you just take
your big, loud motorcycle?

Ooh. Here we go. Here we go.

Oh, hell, no!

You got me out of work
so you could stalk a girl?

Damn it.
What is he doing here?

I can't believe this.

What's up with his hair?
It's horrible.

I knew I should've
had him picked up
for questioning.

That is not the way
a grown man kisses
a grown woman. We're fine.

Why does she look so nervous?

Oh, no.

Is it just me, or does that bag
look like it's filled
with stacks of ransom money?

Give me that.

Oh, my God.

Katarina.

It was her.

You're dating
a murderer.

Not exclusively.
Wow.

-

You see,
I knew there was a reason
she went for you so easily.

She wasn't lying, Gus.
I know when people are lying.

Oh, yeah? Apparently not.
You just got played.

Pardon me. I mean--

But this is, like,
the happiest I've felt
in a few years, you know.

I know you were
horribly mistaken, but--

Wow, does it feel good
from this side.

Should we call the cops?
Too late for that.

You could pretend
you had a vision of a girl
totally manipulating you.

Would you stop?

Thanks so much.

What should we do?

What should we do?

There's only one thing to do.

All right.

Oh, you have
got to be kidding me.

Shawn?

Hey!

Ha-ha!

What are you doing?
Helping.

You were supposed to stay
at the car!
You didn't tell me!

Well, come on!

Gus, you locked the car?

It's a bad neighborhood!

What in the world
is going on, Shawn?

I know
what's in the bag.

Uh-- You do?

You're good. Very good.

I didn't consider
who'd be the sole heir
to the McCallum fortune

if Camden was
out of the picture.

Wait. Okay.

You think I want
my family's money?

Well, you don't need it,
do you?

Now that you've got...

this money!

We've got to get
better binoculars.

Katarina.

Jerk.
I'm sorry.

I can't control my visions.

I think I'm being manipulated
by an evil spirit.

Uh--

At least we know
where our boundaries are.

Did she just try
to run your foot over?

Yes.

Couples recover
from this sort of thing
all the time.

Oh, yeah? How many roses
does it take

to smooth over
accusing a girl
of murdering her brother?

This might require jewelry.
Yeah, I think so.

Go buy the bag.

What, you want a souvenir
of your ineptitude?

I need to get a better look
inside the bag.

I'm not going in there.
That guy wants to kill us.

He wants to kill me.

Look. Tell him
the bag belongs
to your wife.

Right? And that
this whole thing's been

some elaborate scheme
to get it back.

Tell him I'm crazy.

You're a salesman, man.
You can do this.

I sell things.
I don't buy them.

Gus. This guy works
in a thrift store. Okay?

He's a big, furry-hearted
good Samaritan.

He wants to believe
what you have to say.

He just wants to be loved.

Come on.

I'll be right here.

Go ahead.

Mm-hmm.

The hell do you want?

Can I have the bag?

You serious?

Just the bag.

Not the clothes.

I'll pay you for it.

I also have something
that will work wonders
on that... halitosis.

Oh, you got some nerve
coming in here.

-I can't believe this.
-Neither can I.

I've gone to jail
for less than you.

Jail's no fun.
I'll tell you that much.

-Oh, you've been?
-Once.

In Monopoly.

Okay, hold on, hold on!

Who's that?

Hey! Hey!

Move, move, move, move!

Hey! Get back here!

You!

Go, go, go!

I can't believe
you sold me out like that.

You didn't tell me
I was a decoy!

Of course
you're the decoy!

It seems pretty clean.

What, they didn't happen
to leave a ransom note inside?

Give me some money.
Get your own money.

Gus, I'll give it back.

Seriously,
this is all you carry?

Where's your stash,
moneybags?

Okay.

So. We've got...

five stacks going across.

And you figure
four going longways.

Ten stacks in each pile,
based on the wear
and the indentation.

Depending on
the denomination, uh--

This could easily be
five million dollars.

-You're kidding.
-Yeah, give or take.

You got that from a groove
on the side?

Oh, come on, Gus.

Any small child
could have figured that out.

So somebody
at that house did pay a ransom.

Mm-hmm. Or tried to.

-Who?
-I don't know.

We're gonna need
more than my psychic powers
to figure this out.

You here to scope out
the new meter maids?

Nope.
I'm here to see you.

Not interested.

I know.
You have someone special.

He's married
and/or separated.

Is there a point to this,
Mr. Spencer?

Of course.

You and I have
something in common.

What's that?

We both know this case
is nowhere near closed.

Unfortunately,
gut feelings aren't admissible
in a California court.

How about motive?

What do you have?
Nothing.

Yet.
But I've seen something.

Seen or... seen?

Well, what do you think?

-Seen.
-Wrong.

It's a good guess though.

Okay. What do you need?

Everything you have
on Malcolm Orso.

He was Camden's accomplice.

I'll get fired.

Will you really?
Because it seems like
a gray area to me.

That's the problem with you,
Mr. Spencer.

You live your entire life
in a gray area.

That's not true.

Though I generally vacation
in gray areas.

Hmm.

We can't talk here.

Pretend you're talking
about my score.

So how does this work
exactly?

Is there a bonus
for maiming?

Uh, yeah.
Just pretend.

So, what's with
all the jobs?

What does that mean?

I read your file.

Could've been valedictorian,
then you just...
stopped showing up.

No college.
Just a string
of meaningless jobs.

Whoa.
Meaningless? No.

I was a raft guide
in Costa Rica.

I rigged the infield
for Nolan Ryan.

Didn't you ever do anything
just for the experience?

Yeah.

But you could be running IBM.

Why would I want to do
something like that?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up.

It says Orso was seen
in the town,
near the cabin.

Yeah.

Twice.

Early in the week,
by a store owner.

What was he buying?

Nothing.
The old man just saw him
on the street.

The same old man
sees him two times?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Orso had
one of those modified mufflers
on his Nova.

You could hear him a block away.

You'll need
a new target sheet.

Oh. Oh, no, no.
This is, uh--

This is fine.

Wow.

They're so much lighter
when they're filled with water.

You missed.

Did I really?

Look at that.

It's a perfect match.

Damn.

I'm telling you.

There's no way
Katarina's gonna talk to you.

Yeah, well, I sort of lied
about that part.

We're not here
to see Katarina.

Who we here to see?

This is highly inappropriate,
Mr. Spencer.

The investigation is over.

What if they got
the wrong man?

And who would
the right man be?

You.

Mr. McCallum,
I didn't have anything
to do with this.

I killed my own son?

Makes you feel any better,
I don't think you meant to.

Is this how psychics work,
Mr. Spencer?

Indiscriminately
accusing people of the crime
until somebody confesses?

I know I'm right this time.

You're not a detective.

You're not even a cop.

You're right.

I'm a psychic.

And I saw the whole thing.

I see a ransom drop.

You're doing
everything they ask.
You didn't call the police.

You're thinking of nothing
but the security of your son.

After all,
what's five million dollars
to you?

You're driving away.
I can see it.

Something strange happens.

You recognize the car.
You pass it on the hill.

It's Malcolm Orso's.

You've seen it hundreds of times
at your house,
ever since high school.

Maybe it confirms the suspicion
that you already have.

You know where they are.

You know the cabin.

He's making coffee.

You didn't mean to kill him,
did you?

No. Just knock him around
a little bit.
Teach him a lesson.

But he falls to the floor.
He slams his head
on the oak table.

He's dead.

You know he's dead.

Orso walks in, finds you.

He's got a half-assed pistol,
but he's no criminal.

You know there's only one way
to cover your tracks.

You take care of him too.

Make it look like a suicide.

Then you come home,
inform the police,
and you wait.

You wait for a ransom call
that will never come.

Police eat it up.

It's easy to look shaken
after all you've done.

You might even be willing
to take your own life.

You have
an overactive imagination.

Perhaps a side effect
of your gift.

Shawn, we need to go.
Not yet.

I'm about to throw up
on a Turkish carpet.

No, you're not.
It's in my esophagus.

The second door on the left.
Turn on the fan and flush.

I will not have this incident
rehashed over and over again.

I know
what your relationship was
with your son.

Oh, really?

I have a father
that I disappoint
all the time.

I'm sure you do.

I know how you feel.
This was it.

This was the straw that broke
the camel's back, wasn't it?

To think, 18 months ago,

he sat across from you,
looked you right in the eye

and said,
"Dad, I'm gonna clean up
my act this time.

This time,
I am gonna change. I swear."

To know that he duped you,
and you fell for it
all over again--

It must've sent you into a state
that even you can't believe.

Mr. Spencer, I've been assured
by the lieutenant governor

that this case will not cast
a pall over my family.

But I can assure you

it's gonna cast one
over yours.

My very first case,
I'm already being threatened.
Wow.

Shawn. Let's go.

I'm not quite finished.

-We're going, now.
-Listen to your friend.

-I'll be back.
-No, you won't.

Okay, we're going.
We're clearly going.
All right!

Dude, what are you doing?
We had him on the ropes.

It wasn't
the right tack.

Oh, you're the expert now?
Consumine.

What?
Consumine.

It's for dog bites.
I have some samples.

Gus, what are you
saying to me?

I'm saying
there was a bottle of it
in the medicine cabinet.

Prescribed Wednesday.

You wondered why he had on
that long-sleeved shirt
in the heat that first day?

Oh, my gosh.
That dog did have blood
on its teeth.

I told you
it wasn't Snausages.

We're never
getting back in there.
I know.

Just give me a second.

-What are you doing?
-I'm thinking.

You look ridiculous.

Now what are you doing?

Calling the cops.
For what?

You heard the guy in there.
They're never gonna come.

I'm not calling the cops on him.
I'm calling the cops on us.

Gus, we need this to play out
in front of an audience,

with all the major players
in place.
Santa Barbara Police Department.

Yes, hello. I'm calling
from the McCallum residence.

There's an intruder here.
He simply won't leave.

He's claiming to be a psychic
that works for your department.

Pardon me?

Mr. McCallum is enraged,

and he wants this handled by
the highest authority possible.

Please send the chief
immediately.

Did you really vomit?

Who called them?

I don't know, sir.
Maybe the back staff.

Those two gentlemen
have not left the driveway.

Would you like me
to send them all away?

No.

Let's finish this.

As you can see, Karen,
this simply cannot happen.

It'll be taken care of.
Believe me.

He was given
clear instructions
to stay away.

I understand, but--

You know, it's times like this
I remember why
I love my job so much.

Anytime, Shawn.

He's getting cocky.
Give it a sec.

We're gonna be
at city jail in a sec.

Uh-huh.

Here we are.

Ow!
Oh!

I'm sorry.
Did that hurt?

Uh-- Something's happening!

You better--

Gus, something's happening!

Stop it.

-Wait.

The dog!
Shut up.

He's biting the intruder!

He knows him!
It's someone he knows!

The dog knows him!

Stop talking.

Ouch! Ow! The--
The teeth are digging in!

-Shut up.
-Ow! There's blood!

It's him. It's McCallum!

I can see his face!
The killer is McCallum!

Check his wrist!
Check his right wrist!
The teeth marks will match up!

-Get him out of here!
-Check the wrist!

No one is checking
any part of me!

Why not?
Huh?

We could close this out
immediately,
discredit him right here.

That's an awful wound
you have bandaged there.

This is outrageous.
Do you really want to do this?

We could do this now,

or I could
call in a warrant.

I'll call my lawyer.

I'll be right here.

I see a doctor!

I'm seeing a doctor.
Dr. Bendali.

And-and-and--
And a word.

"Consumine."
Yeah, it's for dog bites!

The-- The wound is fresh!
Check the wound!

It's a fresh wound.
It's still a fresh wound!

It-- It was an accident.
I-- I didn't--

What?

Sergeant.

This way, sir.

You wanna
take these cuffs off
of me, please?

Thank you.

Seriously.

How?

I wish I knew.

So you think this pretty much
ruins my chances with Katarina?

Uh-huh.

And what's the color
of your vehicle, ma'am?

Mr. Spencer.
Mmm.

I have more questions.
My grandmother--

She is so happy for you.

And...

she thinks you should
take some time off.

I have vacation time.

You deserve it.

Hey. You know
I give personal readings?

Really? Then you'll know
what I'm thinking right now.

No, I-- I didn't know that.

There she is.

Don't ever walk into my office
without knocking.

I'm sorry. I got excited.

You know
what I'll do to you?
Yes.

You do?
I'm a psychic.

I'm just finishing up in here.
I'll be with you in a moment.

That's all right, Karen.
I've got to get going anyway.

-Thank you very much
for coming down.
-Yeah. Okay.

Been a big help.

Son.

Dad.

Have a seat.

I was considering adding you
to my speed dial, Mr. Spencer,

but I would be remiss
if I didn't do
a little background check.

Don't you think?

Uh--

Yes.

I asked your dad
how long you've had the gift.

Look, my father's memory
is pretty cloudy.

Ooh. It certainly is.

His recollection
doesn't match up
with your assertion at all.

I can explain that.

You said
you've had this ability
your whole life.

Well, whole life-- I mean,
it's a bit of a gray area.

He said you didn't get
it until you were 18.

-He said that?
-Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Th--
That is just like him.

The man simply refuses
to acknowledge my abilities,
my gifts.

Did you know...

that I picked three
consecutive Super Bowl winners,
all long shots?

Oh. Maybe I should call you
come playoff time.

Yeah.

Ooh.

You know what? Morally,

I'm not really comfortable
with that sort of thing anymore.

Can we discuss my fee?

You've already been paid.
Yes.

Yes, I have.
For the first half.

But come on.

There was a lot more
to the case.

There's a check
in the cage.

Sign for it,
and then come back in.

Come--
Come back in here?
Mm-hmm.

Why?

You familiar with a chop shop
in Summerland?

Dad!

So are you gonna continue
with this little charade?

Well, it sort of
gives me carte blanche,
you know? I mean--

I can work cases
for the department.

I can do private jobs.

In fact,
I've already got another case.

Be aware.

This is the last time
I cover for you, pal.

I'm not okay with this, Shawn.
Any of it.

I don't expect you to be, Dad.

Stop doing my route.

You said you needed
some free time,
so I got you some.

Okay. Let me rephrase this.

Stop doing my route
better than me.

Are you jealous
that I buddied up with Jim
back there?

How was I to know
he's an avid scuba diver?

When he heard that
I gave lessons in Cozumel
that summer--

"Jim."

For four years,
he's been "Dr. Sloan" to me,

and in one afternoon,
he's "Jim"?

Gus, I'm not gonna hog up
all his free time.

Though I do have dibs
on his vacation house
over the holidays.

Who are we kidding?
You're my plus-one.

How do you do that?

Magician school.

I'll drive.

Awesome!

Psych?

As in "Gotcha"?

Or as in "psychic."

You named your fake
detective agency Psych?

Why don't you just call it

"Hey, we're fooling you
and the police department.

Hope we don't make a mistake
and someone dies
because of it."

First of all, Gus,
that name is entirely too long.

It would never fit
on the window.

And, secondly,
the best way to convince people
you're not lying to them

is to tell them you are.

Whatever, Shawn.
It's your agency. Go for it.

Actually, it's our agency.

I put your name on the lease
as well.

Tell me, does that look
anything like your signature?

I gave it a shot.

This better be a joke.

Don't worry.
You won't have to do a thing.

I've worked out
every last detail.

-What's your dental plan?
-Don't get cavities.

-Health plan?
-Same, but with hepatitis
and shingles.

So, I'm supposed to
quit my job,

skip over, and do this
for no guaranteed money.

No guaranteed money,
but all guaranteed fun!

No! No more cases, Shawn.

It was fun for a few days.

Well, it's gonna have to be fun
for a minimum of six months,

or we'll have to pay
a lease penalty,

which would be
a blemish on your otherwise
very impressive credit report.

You solved one mystery,
and now you rented
office space?

Gus.

I've solved
a bunch of mysteries.

For instance,
the mystery of who kept
stealing your newspaper.

Answer: Me!

The mystery of
what we're doing this weekend.

Hint:
It involves dragsters.

And finally...

the mystery that is the case
the chief just brought me in on.

You got another case already?

A car thief
got poisoned by his boss.

He used something
over-the-counter.

Fizadine.

No. Fizaderbal. No.

Uh-- F--

-Fizadrine?
-That's it!

Wow.

How'd he do that?

I'll tell you on the way.

Just for today, right?

Absolutely.

Telling the truth

Any proof

Learn how to bend

In the end

There's a lot of obscurity

To resign to maturity

Then you're all wrong

To the same damn song

When you can't crawl

Telling the truth

Any proof

Learn how to bend

In the end