All language subtitles for Psych - 1x03 - Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Piece.en

Hey, Shawn...

what in the world do
you think you're doing?

- Hide and seek.
- I don't think so.

- But you said we could.
- Not like that.

- But that's how you play.
- Not in my house.

Shawn, you can't
tail a suspect like that.

Look how loud you are.

Your perp is going to hear you
coming from every turn.

Those things smack
every time you take a step.

If you're going to wear
them when you compete...

"compete"?

On the balls of your feet.
Balls of your feet.

You take deliberate steps.

You don't know where he is.

He shouldn't get to
know where you are.

He's invisible.
You're invisible.

Now you've leveled the playing field.

Can I go now?

- No, you're going to learn
to do the little things right.

For instance...

when you peer around a corner,
I want you to stay down low,

because they're expecting you
up here at eye level.

When you walk down a hall,
check the grains of the carpet.

We just vacuumed, right?

And never, ever again
do I ever want to hear you

slam a door when
you can pull it closed.

- But we're just playing.
- Well, play right, Shawn,

or don't play at all.

Shawn...

He's not in here.

I don't need to
tell you how vital it is

that we maintain the
utmost secrecy on this heist.

The Attorney General does
not want his son's wedding

disrupted any more
than it's already been.

How will we explain
our presence to the press?

We don't.
Just let 'em stew.

Well, that's one
approach, but if I may suggest...

I once wrote a paper regarding
press releases and such, and...

sorry.

Your idea sounds great.

Get the board.

- What are you doing?
- I'm on to something big.

Tailing cops?
In a police station?

Some monumentally
expensive ring just got stolen.

I'm going to get us on the case.

- We just got a case five minutes ago.
- Yeah, a lame one.

Stolen computers from
a high school? Come on,

like you weren't falling
asleep during that meeting.

This is an heirloom.
It's worth five million dollars.

Lifted from the
hotel where they're having

the wedding. The
wedding's on saturday.

Ooh. Open bar.
We're so there.

Are we looking at the same thing?

I told you to wait in my office.

I had a premonition.
Something sparkly.

Just over five
carats, perfect clarity,

slight inclusion.

Ringing any bells for you?

Solve the case I gave
you, then we'll talk.

In the meantime,
I have a lot of work to complete.

It's the secretary.

Pardon?

The secretary. The secretary did it.

Now, what can you tell me about
the ring I'm envisioning?

- You barely even
looked at this folder.

It's in the papers.

Where?

- The signatures.
It's in her handwriting.

She's faking her own signature,
and later, there's evidence...

I feel it...
in the ink.

Very bad vibes.

Strong...

squidish vibes.

We'll check it out.

Until then, I trust
you can find the door.

- What about the ring?
- Not until this one is done.

Hey.

Let me gather some information,
make a little headway,

then I'll have a psychic episode that

blows the ears right off their skulls.

Shawn, I'm in meetings all day.

I barely had time to
come down here for this.

We're doing what the chief says.
Period.

So sorry to have kept you waiting.

I'm Shawn Spencer,
Chief Psychic here at the department.

Thank you so much for helping.

This whole thing has been devastating.

My hands are still shaking.

You're doing fine.

Okay, I only have a second.

I'll need you to tell me
everything I have to know

about the case as
quickly as humanly possible.

What about this guy?
What's going on with the best man?

I don't know.

He's not answering
his phone or his door.

This day has just
been completely unreal...

guys, it's going to be fine.

You're in good hands.
I've never failed in a case.

I know who you are.
I read about you in the paper.

You did?

You're the sister of the groom.

And the maid of honor.

- And the wedding planner?
- Correct.

- That is so many hats.
- You should see my closet.

I'm hoping to...

but not until I find this ring.

Well, the wedding's tomorrow.
How fast are you?

That depends entirely on how much
cooperation I receive.

- Why don't you come to the wedding.
- Yeah. No!

No, I couldn't possibly impose on you.

Please. You're saving us here.

You find this ring,
we'd owe you everything.

What in the hell is going on here?

I just dropped by to say hello.

Guys, this is head detective Carlton

Lassiter and his
lovely new partner, Juliet.

His last one turned
out to be his girlfriend,

so she was transferred.

I'm not sure if
that was the only reason.

I'll let you decide for yourselves.

- Shall we?
- Sure.

If this is some sort of
hazing ritual where we're

going to end up naked
in a river somewhere,

I'll need to arrange for a ride home.

Listen to me, Spencer.

The department's reputation is
on the line with this one.

If I catch you
anywhere near this case,

I will throw every
book I can find at you.

What if you find the Bible?

You going to throw that, too?

Seems a little
sacrilegious, don't you think?

I know you know

that I'm not telling the truth

I know you know

they just don't have any proof

embrace the deception

learn how to bend

your worst inhibitions

they will psych you out
in the end

Burton Guster.
Central Coast Pharmaceuticals.

- Dude, I got a suspect.
- I'll call you back later, Shawn.

No, you can't.

I left my cell phone
in your car yesterday...

along with a tuna sandwich.

- I seriously hope you found that.
- Later this afternoon, Shawn.

No, Gus, this happens now.
The wedding's tomorrow.

- Is he coming?
- Not yet...

but we're getting closer.

Thanks... stabber.

Mandatory briefing,
magnolia room, 15 minutes.

Excuse us, please.
Attorney General Maxwell.

Detective.
I trust we're making progress.

I am right on schedule, sir.

I've booked myself a suite to
use as a command center.

Why?

I'll stay the night if I have to,
keep an eye on things...

the city's not paying for that, is it?

Uh, no?

That ring has been in
my family for 200 years.

My mother agonized over the
decision to give it to my son.

I'm not letting it get away now.

Sir, we are checking
every person who came

through that door...
every employee, every guest.

Nobody checks out of this
hotel until we're just short

of going through every
piece of their luggage.

- Way ahead of you, sir.
- No, you're not.

What?

Can I help you, sir?

I'm just...

listening.

- For what?
- For what?

- Lyme disease.
- Lyme disease?

Lyme disease. Rickets. Avitaminosis.
Legionnaire's. Bubonic. You name it.

I want you to listen to something.

Do you hear that?

- We have spores in the wall.
- Spores?

Know where else they are?
In the planter.

You know where else?
Everywhere in the entire hotel.

Who called you?
Mike?

Mike?
Is this a big joke to you?

I don't answer to Mike.

Have you seen Mike
lately? Mike can kiss my ass.

I was called in by the
state inspector himself.

Are you at all aware
how dangerous this is?

- Hell yes, I am!
- Good. I'm glad.

I need access to this whole place...
elevator shafts, air vents,

- the safe room, obviously...
- the safe room is a crime scene.

This eucalyptus will be dead by lunch.

The safe room will be a triage unit

if I don't get
those spores out of there.

Understood.

Can we let the cops
finish up in there first?

You tell them to hurry.

Oh, man.

13 minutes after midnight, members of

the wedding party
entered the safe room,

placing the ring into
a safety deposit box,

which was slid into the
safe and closed for the night.

No sensors indicate
that either the safe door

or the lock box was opened again
until the following morning.

Please note...

he has activated the time-lock,
which prevents the safe from opening.

No one walks into that room
again until the following morning,

when the ring is discovered missing.

So it definitely didn't
disappear during the night.

Or so they would like you to think.

However, if you look closely,
there are nine glitches on this tape.

- I'm sorry, glitches?
- Seams.

Static bursts in the image.

Someone could have
tapped in an alternate

video feed of this
room while it was empty,

or, more likely, as I believe,

someone built a scale
replica of this room.

Who laughed?

Nobody?

If someone disagrees with my theory,
I'd like to know.

It does seem very elaborate.

And just a bit far-fetched.

Are you a detective?
Why are you here?

You asked for all of us to come.

well, officer,

since you're such
an expert on fetching,

why don't you fetch
me a cup of coffee.

Moving on...

all the employee alibis check out,
except this one.

Dietrich Mannheim.
Currently the facilities manager.

You may remember him
from the security video.

He was in the room when the ring

was placed into the
safety deposit box.

During questioning,
he was nervous, evasive,

and contradicted
himself more than once.

His work computer
history reveals that he recently

visited websites for
boats and expensive cars,

and he failed to show up for work.

Questions?

Is this your only lead?

His responses to my interrogation
were hostile at best.

Clarify "hostile. "

Use my tone now as a guide.

Detective O'Hara, all alone.

Well, not anymore, apparently.

Work troubles?

Yeah...
I'm sensing work troubles.

Here, let me read your palm.

- How about just one finger?
- Come, now.

- Let me see if I can be helpful.
- Why are you here?

The Maxwell wedding.

Honestly.
I was invited.

By whom?

Beth. Bethany.
The bride.

Little baby "b".

The "b" sting. Love her.
God, Dylan is so lucky to have her.

She grounds him in ways
that he needed grounding.

Don't you think?

She's a good sport.

Air supply? Really.
Kidding.

Just kidding.
Relax.

This is work related.

You thought this
place would be different,

but...

nobody respects your opinions.

They all think you're too young.

- Always.
- Always.

You know...

I think you and i
could help each other.

- And how would that be?
- Well, I know things.

Things about rings.

Oh, I thought you
were here for a wedding.

I am...

ish.

You first.

I just got a
message for you, mr. Guster,

and, um...

well, I'm afraid it's about your cat.

My cat?

- The poor thing is
in the animal hospital.

They think her leg is broken.

I'll...
I'll get down there later.

- You're not going?
- I'm very busy.

But your cat needs
you, for moral support.

The vet said it
could be the difference.

Later.

You have to go.

- Mr. Guster, I know
that you're in shock.

Don't do anything
you're going to regret forever.

- I don't even...
- he's not going.

So now I have a cat.

An orange tabby. Last christmas,

you made her a tiny
Santa hat. It was adorable.

Fantastic.

I can't even have a
make-believe boy cat.

Gus, a boy cat
wouldn't serve my purposes

nearly as well.

The next time I need you,
pickles is having kittens.

- "Pickles"?
- "Mrs. Pickles" is her full name...

though I'm not
actually sure cats can marry,

outside of Boston.

Yeah, well, in a
related issue, I'm blocking your

number on all the
phones in the office.

If you think that'll
work, I think it's endearing.

In the meantime, aren't
you the least bit curious

about who was there when they
put the ring in the hotel safe?

Wait a minute...

- this is a safecracking case?
- Did I forget to mention that?

What kind of safe?

The, uh...
Hydra 700?

The 700 is out?

That's impossible.
Nobody could have cracked that.

I haven't even told you
about the wall sensors.

Can we be done by 3:00?

Yes.

The safe room...

right behind that door.

What is all this?
I thought this was a safe job.

Oh, uh, Lassiter has this insane idea
that this is an elaborate heist,

like on par with Ocean's Eleven,
or Thomas Crown, or, uh...

the one where they
kill Donald Sutherland

in the first 10 minutes. Remake. Uh...

mr. Spencer. Mr. Guster.
What a surprise.

Chief!
Lookin' good.

You're probably wondering...

I sent an officer
down to the high school

to take a look at
your secretary suspect.

She cracked.

He didn't even get
the first question out.

Really? But...

because I...
envisioned that being harder.

Yet I don't recall asking you to
come down here to the de la cruz.

Well, we have reason
to believe this case goes

in a completely different direction.

Let me be perfectly clear...

I didn't see you and we didn't talk.

Call me if you have something.

- I love her.
- Yeah.

He knows you?

I had to lay some groundwork.

He doesn't believe in
psychics. This is plan "b".

Chief inspector Shawn.
How are you?

I'm undercover.

Not even the american
police know I'm in on this.

I'm sorry. I... I blew it again.

A... and after you brought
me into your confidence...

Bobby. It's fine. Believe me,

these other Interpol guys are very

appreciative of
what you're doing here.

How long will you need?

Just as we discussed.
Five minutes, tops.

You're my man.

Interpol?

That's right.
Missing ring division.

I was recruited out of North Africa
when I was 15.

- You could have at
least used a british accent.

Oh, please, Gus.

I started with a
british accent, and then

seamlessly slipped...
Into my fake american one.

Bobby gave me some pointers.

Apparently you
americans say "howdy" a lot.

Howdy.

What are you doing?

Uh, a list. I made a list of suspects
after attending Lassiter's briefing.

He let you in his briefing?

- He does when
you're in the air shaft.

All your suspects are
in the wedding party.

The only ones who knew they put that

ring in the safe were
at the rehearsal dinner.

- So it was an inside job.
- Looking like it.

You're making keys?

- Gus, how else do you
expect me to get in the rooms?

- Shawn, you can't do that.
- Of course I can.

I worked at the hampton inn for that

three-day weekend in
austin when we were 19.

I know you remember that.
Gus, this is so easy.

Try making a key.

Dude, I rule.

Nope. Innocent. Let's move.

What are you talking about?

We haven't even stepped foot in there.

Gus, do you need the remedial course?
Really?

Uncle leo left his
wallet on the table.

Criminals are sneaky,
jaded, suspicious people.

They're smart and defensive.
This guy has a reason to be trusting.

Can we go now?

Shawn?

Guys. Hey.

- Uh, your door was open.
- Oh, it was?

Yes, and I was worried that something
horrible had happened.

You're...
you're okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

I told you we didn't
have to come in here.

They're fine. Everybody's fine.

This is my associate, Gus.

You can just call him "peter panic. "

How you doing?

So you're a psychic, too?

Well...
Gus here is a safe expert.

Yes...
he subscribes to the safecracker...

uh, safecracking...
comic book.

It's an online magazine...

and it's a trade publication.

Excuse me for saying so,

but how exactly do you figure into
this legal family?

I started my criminal law degree.

Then I came to my senses,
went to europe, painted, slept, ate,

sank a boat...

- Disappointed?
- Besotted.

We'd like to speak to
the best man, if possible.

So would we.
Any ideas where he is?

We haven't seen him
since the night of the 6th.

That's the night the ring disappeared.

The florist quit, so after we dropped
the ring off at the safe,

we had to wrap bouquets
all night in our suite.

Everybody except jack.

- Do you think he's a suspect?
- No, no.

We just think he's lazy.

Hey, dad, this is Shawn Spencer.

He's the psychic I told you about.

I know.
Let's talk.

Son, I'm very
comfortable with the current

direction of the investigation,

so let's let the real police
department do their job.

Sir, believe me, I
am only here to help.

In fact, I was
actually hoping to discuss...

I'm glad you understand.

Guy shook my hand
like i stole something.

See?
That's why I can't do this job alone.

That is about as
orange as you can get.

- Which suspect's room is this?
- Lassiter's.

The head detective?
He has his own room?

- Perhaps paid for by the city.
- No. No.

This has gone too far.
We're not staying.

Gus, we need these witness statements.

It's not exactly like we're being
overwhelmed with cooperation here.

Oh, Lacey...

Lacey, you can sink my boat.

Toss me the remote?

It's the bottom of the eighth inning,
and so far...

what do you got?
You got anything good?

I hate to say it, but yeah.

The Attorney General has
an insurance policy on the ring.

He'll collect a cool three million

dollars as long as it
still belongs to him,

which it does only
until these two are married.

Well, well, well.

I... I'm supposed to knock.
Forgive me, detective.

Detective?

Head detective.
Sorry.

I was told you wouldn't be here
until 6:00 tonight.

That's right. 6:00 tonight.

Head detective. I changed my plan.
Please don't tell anyone.

Absolutely, sir.

Thanks.

6:00, huh?

Is there anything I can do
for you while I'm here?

As a matter of fact, yes, there is.

We'd like a room service menu
delivered immediately.

In Lassiter's photo,

there didn't appear to
be a mark on that safe.

I don't care how good you are.

You don't crack a Hydra without
leaving some sort of visible residue.

We need to see that safe.

That's going to be a little difficult.

How close do you need to be?

Is there a secret back
door through the kitchen?

No, we're going to take the air vents.

Unfortunately, both my access points

are blocked by Santa Barbara's finest.

You think I'm going in there?

- You know you want to.
- Not in this suit.

Do you want to see the safe or not?
This'll be easy.

We take this
dumbwaiter up to the grate,

pop the screen, crawl
right through the shafts.

Three rights and a left.

We check our
progress through the vents.

Isn't it kind of weird how
the body's just shoved in here?

No, what's weird is there's a
dead guy in a dumbwaiter

and we're standing here staring at it,
waiting for somebody to find us.

- Let's go.
- This is Lassiter's suspect.

Shawn, close the hatch
and keep your voice down.

I don't want to
explain how we got in here.

I just need to see one thing.

Just...

you answered it.

- Uh, hello?
- Three days, Shawn.

Dad, hey!
Going to have to call you back.

No, no, you were
supposed to call me yesterday,

you were supposed to
call me the day before.

We need to handle this now.

Dad, I'm a little busy right now.

Shawn, just tell me
when you're going to come

by and pick up the box of trophies.

Really tough to be sure.

Last week, you were all gung-ho about
getting this stuff back.

I went upstairs.
I brought it down.

It's sitting in the
middle of my kitchen table.

I need my kitchen table, Shawn.

You're right.
Can I please call you back, dad?

How about you just give me an answer?

Tonight.
Uh, no. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Wonderful.

Otherwise, I am putting it outside,
and that's where it's sitting.

- Now, how hard was that?
- So easy. Anything else?

No, unless, of
course, you need something.

No, I'm good...

actually, wait, I
do have one question.

Go ahead.

How long does it take before a dead
body starts to smell bad?

God...

did you wipe our fingerprints off?

- Of course I did.
We were never there.

We need to call the chief soon.

If Dietrich was a part
of this, he's not anymore.

Why is it the
Attorney General has to call me

wondering why some
civilian is wandering around,

grilling his entire family?

Wait a second.
The Attorney General has your number?

What, are you guys tight?
Give it up. What's the story?

He also told me to
keep you out of here

by any means necessary,

which opens up an
entire world of exciting

possibilities for me personally.

Gus!

Gus!

Oh, it's too much!

It's too much!
Too much!

You're not going to
shoot him, are you?

I haven't decided.

Oh, my ear!
Gus, my ear!

Oh, for the love of Mike!
You are not going to escape,

so will you just give it up?

Check the dumbwaiter!
Open the dumbwaiter!

Detective O'Hara!

Oh, my...
Lester, Lester, Lester...

Les, get over here!

Let's go.
Get him in the van.

Come on. You two, out.

Don't we get to wait
around for the autopsy?

We'll call you if we need you.

- Detective.
- Sir.

Shut this down.
Keep it quiet.

Nobody in the wedding
party is to know about this.

They've been through enough.

Yes, sir.

Well, that ought to
keep them busy for a while.

Can we at least watch the tape in
another room besides Lassiter's?

- Gus, he's not coming back.
- Are you sure about that?

Yes. Didn't you check his messages?

- Are you going to have some cookies?
- No.

- You want to finish my banana?
- I want to leave.

Look at the best man.
He's smashed.

And look at his hair.
It's horrible.

That's it?

Hmm. We have to watch it again.

It's open!

"It's open"?
What are you doing?

Oh, what, am I early?

Big Dyl! You're right on time.

Did I forget to mention that we're
hosting the bachelor party?

No, thank you.

Dude says, "uh-oh...

I thought you said you
wanted it inside the pinata! "

Eat! Eat like men!

You're really mad?

We have less than 12
hours to solve the case,

and you're throwing a kegger
in a police officer's room.

Why would I be mad?

Gus, his best man was a total washout.
He wasn't going to plan anything.

We have to dig
information out of suspects,

and you're wasting time.

Dylan!

Dude! You... wow...

yes... wow.

Gus here has some questions for you,
you flaxen-haired argonaut.

Anything for you two.
I love you guys.

I've found that they're
particularly forthcoming

with information while in this state.

For example, I've
eliminated every suspect here,

although...

there is a guy
stealing cable and another

refilling his minibar
bottles with shampoo,

but I don't think these are gateway
crimes to a jewelry heist.

Seriously. Gussy...

come on, give me a kiss.

No, no, nothing weird.
On my cheek.

- Get me out of here.
- I think it's your turn to dig.

Do you know who stole the ring?

No...

and to be honest, I don't care.

I didn't even want the damn thing.

Okay, the night that we
announced our engagement,

no, my dad stops dinner,
right in the middle of my speech.

So...

he goes and gets my
grandmother's ring.

What am i supposed to say?

"No"? So now it's not about us.
It's about him again.

I mean, forget the fact
that I just chose the person

that I want to spend
the rest of my life with.

I don't want to seem ungrateful,
but if it were up to me,

I'd just as soon we stop looking.

Cross him off.

Dylan...
how is dad?

I mean... financially.
Would you say everything is...

Okay.

So much for that.

Dylan was the only
shot we had in this room,

but that's okay.

We have other suspects in this hotel.

At least take a traveler.

Sweet nectar!

Yeah! All right!

It's crazy running into you guys here.
What are the odds?

- You got anything?
- These girls are not criminals.

Well, it was worth a shot.

You want to get out of here?

Yes, I do.

- So how you holding up?
- I'm good.

My dad brought in all this extra
security for some reason.

- Can he afford that?
- What do you mean?

I don't know.
It's just...

it was a tough year financially
for a lot of people...

what are you getting at?

I'm just making random conversation.

There's my bouquet.

That's fantastic.

Well, it's subpar. I was rushed.
All that craziness.

I wish I could fix it.

Well, let's just...
let's just take it out.

It's locked.

They lock up flowers?

I bet you could open it.
You have good hands.

Shawn!

Excuse me.

You left me in there.

Yes, I did, and you're very welcome.

I just got a lap
dance from Patrick Swayze.

What do you mean?
Like an impersonator?

No, I think it was
actually Patrick Swayze.

I'm going home.
We're done.

All we've done is eliminate suspects.
We're back where we started.

Gus, we're fine.

We've got the wedding ceremony
tomorrow to solve the case.

Oh, oh, okay.

So we can do what an entire police
force can't in two hours?

Okay, you're right.

We should totally get
there half an hour early.

ah, you are the most
beautiful bride in this room.

Thank you.

Does anyone need help?

The bouquets still aren't here.

We might as well not
even have the ceremony.

Okay, you, relax.
Breathe.

Think happy thoughts.

Puffy clouds, mac and
cheese, Lou Diamond Phillips...

look, it worked.

- What are you doing?
- Helping.

No, those bouquets are very specific.

They look identical, ma'am.

It's my wedding.
Shouldn't I be the one freaking out?

Plenty of time for that later.

Where is it?

Where's my bouquet?

She's really a very nice person under
normal circumstances.

Lace, everything okay up here?
You all right?

Yeah. Sorry.

I think I'm having
sympathy bridezilla.

- I'm good now.
- Great

Emma doesn't want to
wear the flower in her hair.

But these are magic flowers.

Do you want one now?

I don't know what to tell you, sir,
but these are the charges.

$1600 for a junior suite?

- With a queen bed?
- Well, the room was a small portion.

However, it's all your room charges
that drove up your bill.

I was hardly even in the room.

I'm sorry, detective Lassiter,
but that's what it says here.

This isn't detective Lassiter.

I beg your pardon?

Well, he's a shorter guy.
Brown hair, suede jacket.

Helped him fill the
jacuzzi with champagne last night.

Really.

If I brought this man
here, could you identify him?

Oh, absolutely.
In fact, I can tell you where he is.

He's over at the Maxwell wedding.

The chapel is just
outside the east lawn.

I'll be right back.

"I, Dylan, take you, Bethany... "

I, Dylan, take you, Bethany...

- "to be my wife... "
- to be my wife...

"confident on my heart... "

confident on my heart...

"that you will be a
faithful friend... "

that you will be a faithful friend...

"and a true and loving companion. "

And a true and loving companion.

Excuse me.

I think we should wait until
the ceremony's over.

Fine.

Nice suit.

Where'd you get that from?

Gus, don't
underestimate me, or my wardrobe.

Then you might want to remove...

- don't pull that
off. Don't, don't, don't.

I'll just slide it...

they're here for you.

Not if i solve this case first.

Good plan.
You've got about five minutes.

I already know who did it.

No, you don't.
Who is that possible?

Between all that?

When you said your
girlfriend just had an aneurysm

because she got the wrong bouquet?

You had the time to put all that
out of your mind and solve the case?

- Gus...
- what?

And now...
for a moment of silence.

Gus, I seriously do have a guess.

- Probability of being right?
- I don't know.

High 60s?

Close your mouth.

But the person's in the room.

The thief could escape.
Shouldn't i stop the wedding?

No, under no circumstances are
you allowed to stop this wedding.

If there's any reason why these
two should not be wed,

speak now or forever hold your peace.

I have something.

It's not necessarily marriage-related.

I hope that's not a problem.

Sir, please...

I know who stole the ring.

You cannot do this, Shawn.

This wedding has
taken over a year to plan.

- What are you doing?
- Radioing the chief.

I can see it.
I can feel it.

I can now feel the ring.

It's in this room.
It's in the room.

It's in this room.

They wouldn't bring the stolen
ring to the ceremony, you moron.

They would if they
couldn't get to it till today.

Lacey, I'm so sorry,

and believe me when I say

I really, really,
really wish it wasn't you.

Me?

Are you crazy?

I'm the one who's done all the work.

Yes, you are, and
we're all very impressed,

but it was also an
excellent cover, wasn't it?

You are crazy, Shawn.

And by the way, we're officially
off for next Friday.

Oh, boy! I can see it now!

You're at the dinner table.
They're announcing the engagement.

You're thrilled, of course.

You and Bethany have
been best friends forever.

Dad...

dad has a surprise
for the happy couple.

What could it be?

Wait a minute.

You didn't know the
ring was going to Dylan.

You were always your
grandmother's favorite,

and you're the oldest girl.
That ring should be yours, right?

Right.

You were counting on that ring.

It was your future.

Sorry.

I can see you plotting.

I can see you plotting right
there at the dinner table,

but dad...

dad throws a curveball.

No, it was a slider.

He's overly cautious,
because sometimes engagements end.

Not you guys.

It's okay.

They're not letting go of the
ring until the wedding,

which means you have a very small
window within which to grab it.

Does all of this
have anything to do with

why these two shouldn't be married?

No, sir.
No, it doesn't at all, actually.

Oh, boy!
Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Of course.

You insisted it be
used during the rehearsal,

so then you had your chance.

While everyone else
was fawning over the ring,

you made one final adjustment.

It looked like you just straightened
it out and put it right back,

but you never did, did you?

No, Lacey, because you...

have magic hands...

which I was really
looking forward to on friday.

Everyone was fooled.

Everyone was fooled except...

Dietrich Mannheim,

who hadn't yet discovered how to use
this information to his benefit.

This is first-rate fiction, Shawn.

Unfortunately, there's no evidence.

There would have been no evidence...

if you could have
gotten away that night...

but there was a problem.

Yes!

You were called away.

The florist.

The florist bailed on you.
The bouquets.

You got a
last-minute batch of materials,

and the bouquets would now have
to be crafted by hand.

There was no other time but now.

You looked for a way
out, but there was none.

You had a

five-million-dollar
ring that was about

to be discovered missing
any minute hidden in your palm,

and you were going to have to pull an

all-nighter in a room
with eight other people.

You thought you could get back
into the cooler later and grab it,

but they kept their flowers locked up,

so you had to have your
specific bouquet or else.

Lacey, you're not
an unreasonable person.

You're just a thief.

Or at least you were a thief...

until Dietrich Mannheim called,
told you that he was on to you.

He wanted a piece of that action, too,
or he was going to the police.

You tried to talk him
down, but he got rough.

He got ugly.

It was all spinning out of control.

Eventually, they were
going to find that body,

so you started laying out clues.

You sent the police
off in all directions,

because you'd grown up hearing
all about crime scenes.

I would say that's fortuitous,

because you knew just
what to leave, didn't you?

I have worked 18
hours a day on this wedding.

I have sacrificed my weekends.

I will not be treated this way.

Then show us your bouquet, Lacey.

she's running?
In those heels? Really?

We have to chase her, too?

But we have no
evidence except for that ring.

Dude, you're next.

Come on.
You're still angry?

Even after I solved your crime?

Is this the man?

No.

This guy was not in my room?

I've never seen him before.

You got a room?

Why?

We should have a party.

Get out of my sight.

Thank you, Bobby.

Interpol appreciates
both of your efforts.

I love weddings.
Don't you?

I didn't exactly
think it was appropriate

for you to give the toast.

Well, the best man was unprepared.
Someone had to step in.

Besides, it was like a
practice run for your wedding.

You are not going to be my best man.

You bet your ass I am.

I've already picked out which song
I'm singing at the altar.

Really.

You still like Ted Nugent?

Remind me to show you your vows.

They're going to make you cry.

Gus...