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Shawn! Shawn!
Shawn! Shawn!

Shawn! Shawn! Shawn!
Shawn! Shawn! Shawn!

Shawn,
this'll never work.

I've done the math. The ramp's too
short! You'll have to let me duck.

Shawn! Shawn!
Shawn, stop!

Abort! Abort! Abort!

Oh, crap!

What in the hell do you
think you're doing, Shawn?

Dad, you ruined
everything!

Of all the boneheaded stunts
you've pulled in your life,

this is without a doubt,
the dumbest!

Shawn, what in the name of everything
that's holy would possess you to do

something so
incredibly stupid?

All the kids from my class
wanted to see me do it. See?

No. See what, Shawn?

Come here. Listen to me.

You think your fans came out
here to see you make this jump?

Yeah.

They came out here, to see
you crack your head open.

Which basically makes you no
different than the kid in class

who can shoot milk
out of his eye.

Do you think I could be as
popular as him?

I can't believe you
did this, Shawn.

Apparently, you're unaware that some
churros have more nutrients than carrots.

12 more of these and I'll
have my RDA of riboflavin.

No, I mean, accepting tickets to some
ridiculous tractor pull as payment for a case.

Gus, excuse us, when your
clients are carnie folk,

it's this or twenty rides on
a rusty Tilt-A-Whirl.

And I remember the last time
you got on one of those.

You know I had
early onset vertigo.

The important thing is that Wolfboy
and his gold teeth have been reunited.

Ow! Ow!

Don't play, Shawn.

Ladies and
gentlemen.

Please give a huge Santa Barbara
welcome to our opening act.

Put your hands together for the
heart-stopping, gravity-mystifying,

death-defying,

Dutch the Clutch Jenkins!

I can't believe it, dude.
It's Dutch the Clutch.

What? You know that guy?

Dude, you don't remember
Dutch the Clutch?

He was on That's Incredible once, when we
were kids. And he jumped Springfield Gorge.

That was Homer Simpson.

Dutch will attempt to launch
himself through the ring of fire,

and land safely
on the other side.

But, for the first time ever,

Dutch will attempt this stunt
without the benefit of his sight!

That guy is crazy.

Crazy awesome.

Here we go, folks!
Hold on to your seats!

We need a medic!

Everyone,
please remain calm!

He's okay!

Everyone, show your appreciation
for a true American hero,

Dutch the Clutch Jenkins!

That was insane.

No, that was
attempted murder.

♪ 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 tend ♪
♪ to psych you out in the end ♪

Dutch! Dutch the Clutch. You
honestly don't remember him?

No, why is this
such a big deal for you?

Gus, guys like me and him are
cut from the same cloth, okay?

We cast aside the
rules of society.

We laugh in the
face of danger.

We ignore the tiny voice in our
head that tells us not to do stuff.

The tiny voice in my head says, "There's
a reason I'm the only black person here."

I'm telling you, man,
someone tried to kill him.

Take it from a
fellow motorcycle guy.

Please, what was the last
repair you did to your bike?

- Can you get that?
- Does adding a sticker count?

Regardless, fuel lines do
not randomly spring leaks.

There's a killer out there,
and he or she failed.

So they're bound
to try again.

How the hell are we
supposed to protect someone

who straps himself to a rocket-powered
bike and sails through a wall of fire?

- I'm working on it.
- Can I help you?

Yes. I'm Shawn Spencer,

police psychic, amateur
daredevil, denture wearer and

strawberry crepe
enthusiast.

You're not on the list.

List? Dude, they're about to start
racing ocelots in half an hour.

There's no way you have
a velvet rope here.

- Let's go, Shawn.
- No, no, no. I'm here to tell you

that something was off
with Dutch's last stunt.

He is in danger and I
sense foul play.

It's both a daredevil and a psychic
thing. You'll just have to trust me.

Sir, I want you to turn around
and get the hell out of...

Hey! Give me a sec
with these guys, yeah?

I'm Lewis.
Dutch is my dad.

Ah!

So, uh, what the hell
do you mean by foul play?

We're private investigators.
He's a psychic.

He left out the
daredevil part.

And that's why he knows the
stunt was tampered with.

A psychic, huh?

I don't know about that sort of thing,
but, uh, you might be on to something.

My dad's last two stunts
didn't go off right, either.

And I have been noticing
some weird things lately.

Well, you're lucky. We're
in the business of weird.

What would you need
for me to hire you?

- A retainer check for $2,000.
- Dutch's autograph.

Man, I will punch you
in the knee.

- Go ahead.
- I dare...

Look, guys, money's
a little tight right now.

Last month we shared the bill
with Yippy, the hiccupping terrier.

He's still hiccupping?

Dude, you know that, but you
don't know who Dutch the Clutch is?

He's been hiccupping for nine
years, Shawn. It's a canine record.

Hey! Guys, please.
Look, no offense,

but my dad's not gonna let some
psychic guy hang around him.

His circle's airtight.

But we'll work something out.

Come on. There's an
after party. Let's go.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

You ready?
Interrogation Room A.

Great.

So?

So, what?

Your date, Friday night?

Details.
What happened?

- Well, we ordered the crab cakes.
- Mmm.

And she went to the bathroom
and didn't come back.

So either it went badly or
she's still in the bathroom.

Oh, Carlton,
I'm sorry.

Hmm.

You told the dead clown
story, didn't you?

What?
That is a funny story.

Clowns are funny.

Stories about them being
shot to death, not so much.

Please tell me you didn't draw
a diagram of the bullet holes?

Well, there were crayons on the
table. What was I supposed to do?

You took her to a restaurant
that had crayons on the table?

Thank you for your
concern.

I am fine.

Interrogation Room A,
right?

Yes.

What do I sound like?
An agent in the valley?

This is Dutch the Clutch!
What are you, deaf?

He doesn't get out of bed
for less than two grand! 3500.

3500, that's it.
That's it.

Wow.

You know, The Allman Brothers generally
tend to inhibit my psychic powers.

So, why don't you just tell
me, is there anyone that'd like

to see your dad
bite the bullet?

Just about everybody
that comes to the show.

Anyone in here, in particular,
have a grudge with him?

- Against my dad?
- Yeah.

No way.
Everybody here loves him.

I can't understand why
anyone would wanna hurt him.

In fact, I've been trying to
get him to retire altogether.

Why doesn't he listen?

Give up the spotlight? Give
up the applause? The love?

- Never. Besides, well...
- Oh, no.

...my dad thinks
he's unkillable.

But he's wrong.
He's flesh and blood.

My flesh and blood. That's
why I'm counting on you boys.

Okay, um, let me
introduce you to my dad.

Do we have our
cover stories, yet?

Oh, don't worry. I take care
of all the finances and hirings.

Pop, I found us the two new
Die Hards you asked for.

Damn. Already?

Actually, I'm Die Hard.
He's Die Harder.

We have two other guys in our crew
but they aren't nearly as good as us.

Well, how in the hell
did you do that so quick,

especially after what
happened to that last bunch?

Excuse me. What happened
to the last bunch?

Well, we can't talk about it
for legal reasons.

All I know is our attorney
said that it ain't decapitation

if the head don't come off
all the way.

I joke. I joke.

That's morbid!

Hi, I'm Viki.
Dutch's wife.

Now, you boys have experience, right?
It's up to you to keep my man safe.

That's right.

Hey, what's the most
dangerous thing you boys done?

We eat at Taco John's
with some frequency.

So that puts us right there
on the edge.

Oh, we got ourselves a couple
of comedians. I like that!

Okay, you boys got the job!

- Goddamn!
- Oh.

Did you just
break your wrist?

Yeah, well, it's okay. Nothing
busted through the skin.

Dad, maybe you should
take a break.

I mean, you almost
got killed today.

Oh, come on, son. You just worry
about your own safety. I'll be fine.

Well, maybe Lewis is right.

And we can finally take
that vacation to Dollywood.

Uh, not to overstep, but I think you
may still have a concussion from earlier.

Concussion?

Hell, I've had
a concussion since 1982.

True story. Anybody else's
beer taste like metal?

Sunday,
Sunday, Sunday!

Who the hell put that
on there?

Okay. Did we
miss something?

Hell. That's El Diablo.

What is an El Diablo?

He's nobody.
Just some wannabe daredevil.

No one knows who he is
'cause he always wears a mask.

Right there.
See that, right there?

That's why we can't
take no damn vacation.

That son of a bitch
is right on my heels.

Relax, Dad. He's amateur
hour compared to you.

Dutch! Forget about
El Diablo.

I got you that canyon jump
in September!

Rock on, Manny!

Oh. Oh. I told you, Clutch. Explosions.
Crashes. That's what people pay to see.

You keep that up,
I'm gonna get you on TV.

And it won't be that infomercial
for the home stomach pump.

This is gonna be one of those
rain delay filler shows.

Dad, please. It's too soon
to be adding new stunts.

Oh, piss! Ain't nobody telling
me I can't do anything no more!

I think that was the worst
English I've ever heard.

All right!

$200 and I'm gonna
take a fall!

- 350!
- 300!

350!

450! 550!

Fifty?

Glen Campbell rocks!

Oh, damn! I spilled my beer.

It might be harder to keep
this guy alive than I thought.

You need me, Chief?

Why is someone lodging a complaint
against my head detective?

Yeah, that's the
third one this month.

He's just going through a rough
patch right now. He'll be fine.

I think he's having some
serious dating problems.

Oh.

You know, when I used to work
vice, my partner was an alcoholic.

And one night I went over to his
house, handcuffed him to a radiator

and made him dry out.

When he finally sobered up,
I gave him a choice.

Go into department
rehab program

or chew your hand off
for freedom.

He chose the program.

Is that a real story?

Maybe it is. Maybe I saw it
on an old Police Woman rerun.

The point is, O'Hara, sometimes
it's up to the cop's partner

to keep their head
above water, huh?

To do what's necessary to make
sure that they stay on course.

Get me?

Yes, Chief.

This is for you.
What's wrong?

The Chief just gave me
some really weird advice.

Oh, what does she want?

Well, I can't be sure,

but I think she wants me
to find Lassiter a girlfriend.

Good luck with that.

That makes sense, I guess.
Thanks, Lewis.

So Dutch doesn't have
a will because,

apparently, invincible people
do not need them.

Hmm.

- What is all this?
- Those are forms that must be filled out,

so that we can be Die Hards.
Just sign them.

These release the employer from any
liability in case the stunt tester is

torn to shreds?

Stunt tester? Is that what
we're doing? Are you crazy?

Trust me and be cool.

Wait. This one is in case we're
accidentally chewed to death

by a malfunctioning robot?
Oh, hell, no!

Relax. We'll be fine.

Deboned? Killed and rekilled?
How does that even work?

Gus, don't be an old sponge
with hair hanging off of it.

- I'm all over this case.
- Mimed to death?

That's clearly a typo.
They meant "maimed".

What, are we gonna be
killed by Marcel Marceau?

Marcel Marceau is dead.

See? There's nothing
to worry about.

We are solving this case, Shawn,
before we have to do any of this stuff.

Fair. I've been checking out
this El Diablo guy.

He always rolls into town
the day after Dutch.

And they've been competing for
the same gigs for almost a year.

Including that canyon
jump that Dutch just got.

All right. Motive. Wipe out
Dutch and the field is clear.

And El Diablo is a daredevil so he
would know how to sabotage the stunts

to make it look like
an accident.

I'll buy that.

And someone at the party told me
that El Diablo performed at the fair

the night before Dutch, when
Dutch's team was, no doubt,

prepping for their stunt.

You're saying they had
access to Dutch's equipment?

I'm sold. He's our guy. So where is
he? Where do we find this El Diablo?

How do you feel about checking
out some old, antique motorcycles?

They call this
a motorcycle show?

There's like,
four motorcycles here.

They don't even have the
bike from Blue Thunder.

That was a helicopter.

You're right. I was
thinking of Blue Lagoon.

There was no bike in
Blue Lagoon.

How did they get off
the island, Gus?

Oh, man. All right,
thanks a lot.

Yo. El Diablo!
What's up, man?

Shawn Spencer, this is my
partner, Squirts Macintosh.

We just have a couple, sort
of, serious questions for you.

Oh, no, no, no. You don't
have to get on the bike!

Dude, he's running!

International sign of guilt.
Let's go! Quick!

Get in the sidecar.

Are you out of
your damn mind?

I'm not getting in that thing.
You get in there.

Gus, you have absolutely no
idea how to drive a motorcycle.

Get in the sidecar.

Dude, it's like
High Road to China!

What are you doing?

We're going. We're going!

Lewis?
You're El Diablo?

- Lewis?
- That is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

Shut up, Shawn. You're
guilty of attempted patricide.

And you tried to kill
your own dad.

I never tried
to kill anyone.

You really think I'd hire detectives
if I wanted to bump off my own dad?

What kind of psychic
are you?

The kind that loves bees.
And historical novels.

The kind that knows a lie
when he hears one.

And knows that only the
guilty make a run for it.

The only thing I am guilty of is not
telling my dad that I do this, too.

And I ran because I don't want
you two exposing my secret.

Why hide it?

My dad forbid me from being a daredevil
because he didn't want me to get hurt.

Do you know what it's like to have your
father tell you not to follow in his footsteps?

I wish.

I did this because
I care about my dad.

As soon as El Diablo starts making
some noise and he knows I'm legit,

then I'll tell him. Maybe then he'll
let me take over the family business

and finally retire. Hopefully
before he gets really hurt.

Whoa! Psychic vision.

Incoming! I see colors.
On your hands.

On your bike. On your hands.
My daughter... my sister... my Father the Hero.

Yeah, I repainted
my bike recently.

I had paint on my hands.

Repainted, why? Because
you stole it from your dad?

I borrowed it. Dad was supposed
to use this in the last jump

but Manny got us a sponsor
and a new bike.

Tech specs said the new bike was
way safer. Left this one for me.

- Who the hell is Manny?
- The agent.

- Oh.
- Look, you guys aren't gonna

tell him who I am, right?

Mmm.

It's a sensitive subject. He
won't understand it right away.

I just want him to come to grips with...

This is what I am.

I didn't choose it.

Yeah.

I had a similar experience
with my dad when I told him

I wanted to take Gus,
here, to the prom.

Come on!
You and me at the prom?

No? Misfire? Okay.

So, the exploding motorcycle
was provided at the last minute

by Dutch's agent, Manny,

who probably slapped those
sponsor decals on himself.

I'd say that warrants
investigation.

It doesn't make sense.

Why would an agent risk his client's
life? Isn't that his money train?

Remember the after party?

I told you, Clutch. Explosions.
Crashes. That's what people pay to see.

Manny may not be trying
to kill Dutch.

But he's making his stunts
more dangerous

to add a little pizzazz
to Dutch's act.

Which in turn gets
Dutch more gigs!

Which in turn is only
increasing Manny's 10%.

Which in turn makes me wonder why
you would use the word "pizzazz".

What are you doing?

I'll give you an A plus
for the skulking

but a C minus
for the leering.

I have to find Lassiter
a date for the weekend.

I've narrowed it down to
three prospective candidates.

Jules, why would you possibly
want to jump into that snake pit?

Vick ordered me to.

All right. Would you like me to give
your candidates the psychic once-over?

If you have to.

I'm sensing it'll be
easier to get a stranger

to go out with him than
someone he works with.

- Or knows him.
- Or has ever had a conversation with him.

- Or he hasn't shot.
- One more question.

Are we locked into
the same species?

Enough, already.
What're you guys doing here?

We need a background check
on Manny Robertson.

Oh, I know that name.

Yeah, we've had him in here a few
times on some "get rich quick" scams.

Why him?

I'm getting a very strong
vibe off him

on this awesome daredevils
case we're working.

Daredevils, really?
They're still around?

Don't... don't do that.
Don't hate on the devils.

I just... I never got it, personally.

I mean, "Ooh, I can jump
over a flaming trash can."

I mean, why do
people care?

Allow me.

What is he doing?

Wait for it.

Wait for it!

What's up!

Gus, Gus, Gus!

Ow!

I'm okay, I'm okay. I'm okay.

Need any more proof?

No. I got it.

I'm... I'm fine.

We need to find Manny
as soon as possible.

We should have a little
breathing room, actually.

If Manny's our mad saboteur, he
won't strike until he has an audience.

During the actual stunt.
Not during rehearsal.

Exactly.

The next stunt's tomorrow.

A jump, at the
closing night of the fair.

Dutch should be safe
till then.

Clutch!

Or not!

Holy...

Are you all right?

Huh?

Are you all right? Should we
call the cops or the ambulance?

What the hell for? I've done
that stunt a thousand times.

That was just
a rehearsal.

Now, it's your turn.

Come on! I've got you
set up over at the stadium.

You know, Dutch, seeing as how
Gus and I are just getting started,

we've a couple questions
about representation.

Namely, uh,
your agent, Manny.

First, we rehearse. Then I gotta
strip Viki down and oil her joints.

Wow! Not too shy
about your wife, are you?

I'm talking about my bikes.
I name them all after my wife.

We'll just talk
to Manny himself.

Whereabouts is he?

I'll call him later, after I give
Viki a lube job and pull her nuts.

Hey, guys! Come on! We gotta get
ready for that catapult stunt!

You boys ready to work?

Strip and put these on.

All right, this one's easy.

All you gotta do
is stand here.

How the hell are we supposed to help
Dutch when we're stuck doing this stuff?

As long as we're making sure the
stunts are safe, he can't get killed.

I'll make it safe
from the outside.

You need to man up!

I'd put these masks on,
if I was you.

What for?

What is this? An underwater stunt
or something? Wait, is that gasoline?

You must be out of your
damn mind!

Well, we had to see how fire
retardant these suits were.

You didn't know that before
you tried to set us on fire?

That's what you're
getting paid for!

Dutch. Dutch!
Great news, baby.

Apparently, some crazy fan
ran El Diablo off the road

at the classic bike show
and he injured his shoulder.

He can't do the clock tower death
drop stunt. And I got it for you.

Rock on, Manny. Oh!

All right. We're gonna have to rig these
two up and drop them off the building first.

- No, no. No time to rehearse.
- Thank you, Lord.

Time of the event
was already advertised.

If we want it,
we gotta do it now.

- You up for it, Dutch?
- What, are you kidding?

Hell, one time I bungee jumped off a
building twice the size of that tower.

And even though the bungee
cord snapped on the way down,

I still made it to the George
Thorogood concert that night.

True story. Yeehaw!

Yes, sir! We're gonna
make some money, Dutch!

No rehearsal.
That's convenient.

Manny's rushing Dutch into
another stunt unprepared.

Another stunt.

Another chance
for sabotage.

What is going on?

Apparently, Dutch is going to jump
from the building, spread his arms,

and glide down
to that large pillow,

all live on camera
for some daredevil website.

Yeah, I think we're good.

Red?

You see that?

Yes. And now I'm in the mood
for some coffee.

What are you
talking about?

Coffee, Shawn.

What are you looking at? The
same thing you're looking at.

It's a Dunkin' Donuts
patch, Gus.

And they have excellent coffee.
They have one on my extended route.

You know what, dude?
You astound me.

And now I must have
a blueberry crumb.

It's totally triggered my
donut launch sequence.

- Will you focus, Shawn?
- I can't!

No. Don't jump!

Jeez!

What the hell is wrong
with you?

Everything's wrecked now.

Are you all right,
baby?

Gus, little help!

Grab my hand! Grab my hand!

Idiot! You could've
killed my husband, you idiot.

Gotcha!

Idiot? How about
mind-blowing genius?

Dutch, please.

Spread your arms the way you
would in the middle of the stunt.

I don't take orders from
nimrods like you!

Dutch, do it.
Do it!

If you would've jumped,
you would've died.

What the hell kind of stunt was
that you tried to pull out there?

Nobody steals
my spotlight! Nobody!

You're just damn lucky
Manny pulled me off that roof

before I had a chance
to throw you off it.

Dutch, I'm gonna
level with you.

- We're not really professional stuntmen.
- No.

Now, that'd explain
all the screaming.

So, what the
hell's going on?

Well, we're um, uh...

Animal activists!

- Right.
- And that is the truth.

We are here to stop you
from abusing any more

large, impressive,
exotic game in your act.

Shame on you,
Dutch the Clutch.

I ain't got no
animals in my act.

Huh! Well,
that settles that.

- Yeah.
- Gus and I will be going.

Sit down! Now, the next thing that comes
out of your mouth better be the truth.

Otherwise, we're gonna start
rehearsing that "bury you alive" stunt.

We're detectives. He's a psychic.
We were hired by your son.

Look, Dad,
I can explain.

I am a Christian man!

What the hell you trying to do getting me
all mixed up in that voodoo dark force stuff?

He... We think someone is
trying to sabotage your stunts.

Let's just hear them out.
Have you guys found anything?

Yes, we think
that it's your...

We're not sure
who it is yet, exactly.

That's because
nobody's trying to kill me.

News flash! Almost dying is par
for the course for my line of work.

Dutch, someone tampered with that
gliding suit. The spirits are sure of it.

That gliding suit tore because I bought
it during the gliding suit boom in 1977.

And that fall
wouldn't have killed me!

Damn, one time I jumped out of a
blimp five hundred feet in the sky.

Had a heart attack
on the way down.

Two hours later I was
eating a BLT at Red Robin.

True story!

Dutch, please listen to us.

No! You listen to me, 'cause
I'm only gonna say it one time.

You're fired!
Red, help these boys out.

Wait a second.
Whoa, Red! Whoa!

Huh. So, we're not gonna shoot
Gus out of a cannon later?

No? Okay. Okay.

There's something I love
about these low-end stakeouts.

All we gotta do is snap some pictures
of the guy with some stolen merchandise.

Why didn't you wear
the burgundy turtleneck?

Because it didn't occur to me
to change for a stakeout. Why?

No reason.
I just...

I really like you in that burgundy
turtleneck and with short hair.

And you know what else? A little
cologne. Wouldn't kill you.

All right, you think I don't
know what's going on here?

Look, I've noticed you
kind of checking me out

at the squad and asking
about my dating habits.

It's not a big deal.
It's just...

Listen. It is
perfectly normal

for a junior officer to develop
feelings for her superior,

someone she feels
is a mentor and...

Oh, no!

No, no.
Oh, my God, no.

O'Hara, it's okay.

No! No, Vick ordered me
to find you a girlfriend.

- What?
- Yeah!

You know, we've noticed that
you've been on edge lately.

And, uh, thought
it might help.

And I have this friend you can
meet later who likes cops...

I don't believe this.

That's a total
invasion of my privacy,

not to mention
unprofessional.

And so what?
I sleep alone.

So what if I saw a frozen dinner in
half before I microwave it every night?

So what if I seriously considered planting
evidence on my wife's new boyfriend?

I mean, that's...
It's just...

Oh, God. I may
need your help.

That's all I wanna do.

Oh, damn, I'm not
getting a signal.

All right, I'm gonna go find a
hot spot and then when I get back,

I'll tell you all
about my friend.

Why didn't you tell
them about Manny?

Because it's not him.

When Manny was adjusting
Dutch's suit before the stunt

he whispered
something in his ear.

I, of course,
read his lips.

He said he didn't want him
wearing that gliding suit.

He wanted him to wear the black one
because it was far more slimming.

And then he said, "Purple
camel lawn mower, man."

How the hell are we supposed to help
Dutch now that we've been banished?

Mmm.

I'm gonna go over there
and start working on it.

You're wasting
energy, Shawn.

You see solar panels
up in there?

Come on, now,
you guys gotta hurry.

The next stunt is
coming up fast.

And Dad will kill me if he
finds out I let you back in here.

Don't worry, Lewis. We'll be as
nonexistent as an Aldo Nova fan.

So what are
we looking for?

Red. When he gave
us the heave-ho,

I saw an old tattoo
on his arm.

The first four letters spelt "Viki" but
in a slightly different font than the rest.

So?

So he was probably seeing her
before she married Dutch. Right?

She leaves him, he gets
a different tattoo artist

to add the N-G-S
to conceal it from his boss.

Maybe Red's trying to
eliminate the competition.

Bingo.

Whoa, whoa.

Let me go first.
I'm more stealthy.

- In your dreams.
- I'm as graceful as a gazelle, Shawn.

- You are not...
- a jackal.

Dude, a jackal
is not graceful.

It's like a rabid,
vicious badger.

Shh!

Now what is that?

This is it. I'll bet you that's a bomb
and he's gonna put it on one of the bikes.

Huh.

Come on, Red. Let's get this over with.

What the heck?

Dude, why would
someone take

gemcitabine,
or capecitabine?

Wow. You were nowhere
close on the pronunciation.

- What are they for?
- Those two together,

you probably got
pancreatic cancer.

- Prognosis?
- Not good. It's pretty terminal.

He's dying?

So, Red's not the bad guy. He
wouldn't smuggle in drugs to help Dutch

and then turn
around and kill him.

This case is bizarre. Why kill
someone if he's already dying?

That begs the question,
who knows he's dying?

If we don't come up with
something soon, he's a goner.

We need to know who stands
to gain from Dutch's death.

And for that
we need his will.

But Lewis said
there was no will.

He doesn't know
his dad's dying, Gus.

If you were dying of cancer,
wouldn't you have a will?

Are you kidding? I've had my
estate planner on speed dial

ever since we started
this stupid business.

Do you know how many times I've had a
gun shoved in my face because of you?

Three?

Wrong answer.

We're never
gonna find it.

Wait a minute.

There's something
weird with this tile.

Looks fine to me.

No, no, no. The pattern's
off, just a little bit.

Like someone pried one
up and put it down wrong.

Ow!

Bingo.

Is that his will?

It's just as good.
A life insurance policy.

That doesn't
make any sense.

Tell me about it.

Dude, seriously, tell me about
it. I have no idea what this means.

You never could
understand legalese.

Oh, really? Remind me who it
was that set up our Psych 401k?

Oh, you mean our
601ks?

Because India doesn't
have 401ks.

It's a growth economy, Gus. We've
already made like five hundred rupees.

That's thirteen dollars.

Man, just tell me
what I need to know.

Shh! Do I rush you when
you're doing your whole,

"Ooh, I'm sensing this,
I'm sensing that"?

Always, and you usually jab
me in the ribs with your elbow.

Feels like a
chocolate harpoon.

- Are you finished?
- Maybe.

On first read it says if
Dutch dies of natural causes,

there's barely a payout.

That doesn't make any sense for someone
who's always putting himself at risk.

But, Dutch has a
unique indemnity policy.

If he dies during
one of his stunts,

his beneficiaries receive
1.2 million dollars.

Who are the beneficiaries?

His wife and his son.

Gus.

I know who
our killer is.

And it is a packed house here
for tonight's main event!

The legendary
Dutch the Clutch Jenkins

in his most
dangerous stunt ever.

We are moments away from show
time, ladies and gentlemen!

What the hell are you doing
here? I thought I fired your ass.

I just came to
apologize to you, Dutch.

For what?

I was wrong about you.

All this time I thought you were
the kid who shot milk out of his eye.

You know? Willing to do just
about anything for attention,

regardless of how it affects
the people around you.

But that's not
the case, is it?

Son, I'm getting tired of the
sound of your gums flapping.

You're all about family.

Aren't you, Dutch?

You love them
more than life.

That's why you've been
trying to kill yourself.

I sense a dark
cloud over you.

You're terminally ill.

I'm sorry, man.

It must be so scary knowing
that you're gonna die,

especially when you're
all that your family has.

And that's why you took out
that special insurance policy,

the one that only
you know about.

Now all you gotta do
is make sure that you die

in the middle of a stunt

and your family
gets a windfall.

Right?

It should have been a simple matter
of you sabotaging your own stunts.

But, Dutch, you're a victim
of your own talent.

You actually are
a little unkillable.

Even with all your
faulty mechanics,

your instincts kicked in and
prevented you from failing.

It's almost show time, folks.
Dutch the Clutch Jenkins

is here to perform a
gravity-defying spectacle.

Look, I know this is your last stunt
for a while, and that's my fault.

If this disease gets you before your
next show, your family gets nothing.

So, I'm sure whatever your
method is tonight, it's foolproof.

What're you gonna do now?

Nothing.
I'm not gonna try and stop you.

And I will not say anything
if you go through with it.

You have my word.

Just let me leave
you with this, Dutch.

It doesn't take a psychic to
see how much people love you.

Your son came to me,
and hired a psychic

against his better judgment
to keep you alive.

And you don't know this yet,
but all he wants in the world

is to be more like you.

You go to your son or your wife or
anyone on your crew for that matter,

and you ask them
which they'd rather have.

Six more months with you

or a million dollars.

You know damn well
what they'll answer

and they won't have to
think about it for a second.

Is that right?

True story.

You're wrong.

I was that kid in class who
shot milk out of his eyes.

And I was damn good.

And here he is now!

Dutch the Clutch Jenkins!

Dutch! Dutch! Dutch!

Dutch! Dutch! Dutch!
Dutch! Dutch! Dutch!

And he's off!
Speeding down the ramp.

He's past the point of no
return! It's all or nothing!

He did it! He did it!
A perfect landing.

Give it up as Dutch is doing
a victory lap around the arena!

What a night! You've witnessed
history here tonight, folks!

Ladies and gentlemen,
let's hear it!

No, really? You grew up your
whole life in Santa Barbara?

Yeah, I didn't
like it much...

Oh, no.
Who did, right?

I just cannot believe that!
That's amazing. That's fascinating.

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just talking to
your friend Blair, here.

She's great. We have
so much in common.

She's not my friend!

What do you mean? You didn't
send her down here to meet me?

No! I don't invite friends
to dangerous stakeouts.

But I know her.
She's a professional.

Please tell me
you're a hitman.

Oh, Carlton!

So, are we gonna
do this or not?

I gotta go.

So, I guess we're not
on for Saturday, huh?

♪ In between the lines ♪
♪ there's a lot of obscurity ♪

♪ I'm not inclined ♪
♪ to resign to maturity ♪

♪ If it's all right ♪
♪ then you're all wrong ♪

♪ But why bounce around ♪
♪ to the same damn song? ♪

♪ You'd rather run ♪
♪ when you can't crawl ♪

♪ 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 tend ♪
♪ to psych you out in the end ♪

♪ I know, you know ♪

♪ I know, you know ♪