All language subtitles for Psych.S03E04.720p.x265.HEVC-LION[UTR]

Cleaned, corrected, musical notes and missing dialog
dashes added and timing moved ahead by Tronar

Okay, come on. Go!
Move it out!

Listen, Franks.

You have the right
not to get shot.

Make the wrong move, you lose
that right. Put down the bomb.

Good move.

We recently obtained intelligence of a
bomb plot by an anti-government radical.

His intended target
was this very building.

We owe the success of this
investigation, and indeed our very lives,

to Sergeant Henry Spencer.

Well done, very good.
Very good.

Sergeant Spencer, would
you like to say a few words?

Oh. No...
No thanks, Chief.

A police officer doesn't deserve any
special attention for just doing his job.

You may be able to sense
the electricity in the room.

That's because our arrival usually
signals that a huge case is going down.

Step in here
please, gentlemen.

That's the Chief, she likes
the two of us very much.

I'm sorry, you are?

Ah, sorry, Chief. I got roped
into doing a silly interview

with The Independent. They've
been calling and begging for weeks

and I finally relented.

But you called me.

And you called me back,
which means we're both right.

The important thing is that
you got your cover story.

Actually, this is page 64.

It really depends on
how you fold it, doesn't it?

She can't be in here,
so get her the hell out.

Uh, come to think of it, I think
you'll probably get a better shot here,

through this window. Now, try to
catch me with a good expression,

preferably with this
eyebrow raised.

Like so.
Or my serious face.

Best case scenario, snap a shot
when my signature look comes up.

I call it "Senor Gotcha!"

How will I know
what that is?

You'll know. Good luck,
we're all counting on you.

Lassy, you're here!
I need you here. Thank you.

Chief, what's up?

Mr. Spencer, as you
may be aware, a...

A California
prisoners advocacy...

Are you okay?

Right as rain.

Long story short,
a handful of convictions,

some of them decades old, have
been recently called into question.

Unfortunately, the biggest one
was a Santa Barbara PD conviction.

So, we're reopening the case and
launching a new investigation.

Now, we're hiring you...

You to provide us with any
psychic leads that you may have.

Now normally, we don't devote department
resources to this, but these are

special circumstances.

Oh, could you do
the handoff again, Chief?

Thanks.

Oh, no.

What is it?

It's my dad's biggest case.

♪ 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 ♪

It goes without saying,
Mr. Spencer,

that your father is in no way to
participate in this investigation.

He's no longer on the force and his
meddling could compromise the case in court.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, you do, Chief.

What isn't clear is why people
always say "it goes without saying,"

yet still feel compelled to say the thing
that's supposed to go without saying.

Doesn't that bother you?

No, and frankly
I could care less.

Now, that's the one
that bothers me.

Why do people say "I could care less" when
they really mean "I couldn't care less"?

Well, why don't you tell
me how to properly say this?

If you share any official information
about this case with your father

or let him anywhere near
any new evidence...

Then the two of you will have to find
another police department to work for,

and I will personally see to it that each of
you is charged with obstruction of justice.

You split an infinitive.

Good catch, Gus.

You two realize
I carry a gun, right?

That was perfectly elocuted.

My dad's gonna freak
when he sees this.

We have to go
into stealth mode.

No taking his calls. This won't
hit the news until tomorrow.

That should give us a
24-hour head start or...

Hand it over.

Dad? How did
you get in here?

The unlatched window, the unlocked
back door, maybe this key that I made.

You choose one.

What do you want?

I just dropped by to share my new
chocolate chip raisin bread recipe

with you, Shawn.
What do you think?

I know Chief Vick just gave
you the new Franks case,

so why don't you let me take
a look at what you're hiding

in that little folder there
so I can get moving on this?

Okay, fine, you're right. Chief Vick
did just hire us. But there is no way...

Nope. That I am showing
you what's in this folder.

You're lucky I'm even asking, Shawn.
I could do this the simple way.

I could grab it from you, clean
up any evidence of a struggle

before you and your little
friend here knew what hit you.

In some states, that's
called child abuse.

I think all of them.

Look, Chief Vick made it very
clear that you, specifically,

were to come nowhere
near this case...

There shouldn't even be
a case, Shawn.

The son of a bitch was let out on some
microcrap problem with my search warrant.

Everybody makes mistakes.

There was no mistake.

It was the '70s.
We did what we had to do.

But only when we knew we had the
right guy, and I got the right guy.

Period.

Okay, you got
the right guy.

Still doesn't mean I'm gonna
put you on this case.

Nor would I even want to. Dad, you
have no idea how Gus and I roll.

- Gus, tell him.
- You know what?

You go and handle this half-assed
like you do everything else.

But you bear this in mind.

This case is important to a
lot of people who could've died

if he had blown up
our headquarters.

It should be important to
their family members, too.

Never seen my dad beg before.

That's how he begs?

He's clearly not gonna
let this go.

So, look. If we're gonna
investigate this thing undisturbed,

we're gonna have to jump ahead a few steps
and fill in the blanks when we're done.

We should go straight
to the DA's office.

Beat you by eight minutes!
Not too embarrassing.

Dad! I knew you would come and try
to investigate this on your own.

Do you have any idea
how dangerous this is?

Why? I'm a taxpaying, voting citizen,
therefore I have a right to speak

to any elected official,
such as the DA, I please.

You don't have to be a taxpaying,
voting citizen though, do you?

May I help you?

Yes, my name is Shawn Spencer,
I am the head psychic

for the Santa Barbara Police
Department. And that is my partner...

Yeah, yeah, that's his partner Methuselah
Honeysuckle, which makes me Old Scratch Johnson.

Listen, we need to see copies
of the original court transcripts

for the Eugene Franks case.

I'm not sure
I can release those.

Oh, oh, oh! I'm getting a
very soft, cuddly vibe here.

Seems like you
and your wife recently...

Yeah, yeah, they're gonna have another
kid. It's a boy. Congratulations.

Do yourselves a favor,
don't call it Shawn.

Problems! More importantly, according
to the Freedom of Information Act,

those transcripts are now
available for public viewing. So...

Very well. Good point. I'll have
our records department make copies.

Thank you very much.

You know, you're really putting
a damper on the proceedings here.

You call it a damper,
I call it working...

All right, that's it.
Come here.

All right, I need you
to hear me, okay?

If you insist on staying involved in
this case, there are going to be rules.

I was hired by the police department,
therefore it is my ass on the line,

and those rules will be made
by me. You are no longer a cop.

And unless you plan on going back to
the academy, and climbing the high wall,

and doing the obstacle course
where you shoot the bad guys

but not the old lady with the
sack or the blind guy with the cane

or the cute little squirrel with
the bushy tail and the big fat nut!

It started off well.

It really fell apart
at the end.

You should've had a name
for the wall or something.

What I'm saying is that you need
to listen to me, is what I'm saying.

All right, Shawn, point
taken. You got a deal.

That means you're
working for me now.

Why don't you grab
some coffee for us. Black.

- Two sugars.
- Two sugars.

I don't understand. You guys
had to handwrite everything?

What if you needed
multiple copies?

Well, we had one computer, but it
took up the entire second floor.

Generally, we would
use the mimeo machine.

How long would
that take, a week?

You know, all the hi-tech,
fancy gadgets they use today

don't solve crimes
any better than we did.

A good detective is born with
all the tools he needs right here.

Hello? Chief,
what's the good...

My dad down
at the DA's office?

No, I don't think so.

Uh, I think I can clear this up for
you, Chief. Uh, that wasn't my dad.

That was Phil Collins.

Yeah, we saw Phil
down at the courthouse.

My dad gets mistaken
for him all the time.

Shawn, I don't look, I don't
look anything like Phil Collins!

No, I'm, I'm fairly
certain about this, Chief.

He was humming Invisible Touch,
if that helps you.

No, I wasn't aware that Phil
Collins lives in Switzerland.

How does she know
so much about Phil Collins?

I don't know.

Yes. I do hear you, I will
make sure he stays away.

Love you, too.

Do you see? Do you see?
We have to be more careful...

Okay, hot shot!
All right, I get it.

Tell me what you can
glean from this.

You'd like to know
what I can glean?

Glean.

The DA rested after only
submitting the initial evidence?

Correctamundo.

The evidence I uncovered in
that apartment was so strong,

the DA didn't need anything
else to get a conviction.

But all that evidence is poisonous
fruit because of the search warrant.

This evidence, yes.

Good thing I got a different
warrant for the second round,

and the DA didn't submit any of that
stuff, which means we can use that now.

All the hi-tech gadgets in the
world won't tell you that, will it?

We gotta get the Chief to let
us into the county archives

so we can take
a look at that evidence.

- Gus, give me your keys.
- That would be a no.

Ogletree's checking
my mileage.

- We'll take my truck.
- No, we won't.

That raises the chances
of you being seen again.

We'll have to
take my motorcycle.

I've always
wanted to try threesies.

Who wants the handlebars? Gus?

- Feels like you.
- No.

Yeah, that shouldn't draw
any attention. We'll cab it.

Fine. That's funny, it's usually
me who can't show my face in public.

Just think, the contents inside
these boxes could determine whether

someone spends the rest
of their life in jail.

Catch it!

Better hope they don't reopen
the Handyman Killer case,

fingerprints are all over
the murder weapon.

That's not funny, Shawn!

Dude, I'm kidding, it's not really
evidence. It was just lying here.

Well, stop it. You know I'm afraid
that being wrongfully convicted

is the tragic way
my story ends.

Would you two girls
stop bitching

- and see what we got here?
- What is this stuff?

Various possessions and
personal effects of Eugene's

we found after
he was arrested.

All right,
what've we got here?

A pawn ticket
made out to Eugene

a few days before
he was arrested.

Goldstein's Pawn?
Anybody?

Wait, that place
is still around.

Desperate people
pawn things.

Let's see what Eugene pawned
that he never got back, huh?

Two new cases just came in.

One involves an international
diamond smuggling ring.

- Sweet.
- Bingo.

The other involves fraudulent
permits at a plastics factory.

Well, I'll leave it up to the two
of you to decide who gets which.

- I am the head detective...
- who owes me.

I covered your butt on
last month's paperwork.

Damn it!

Follow my lead.
McNab, get over here!

I don't know, O'Hara,
I don't think he's ready.

Yeah, I don't think
he is either!

No, I'm ready.

All right.

McNab, how would you like
to do some real police work?

- I'd love to.
- Now, technically,

you'd be working under
Detective O'Hara and myself,

but we'll let you take
the lead on this.

It will be such a good
experience for you.

It might even earn you a spot
on the detective bureau some day.

Wow, thanks, guys.

This means a lot. The fact that you
think so highly of me to trust...

Yeah, yeah, we love you.
Get back to work.

Uh, this ticket is from 30 years
ago, when my dad ran the shop.

Yeah, I'll have to go
look through the box.

The box? What do you think the box is?

- A giant room, like in Raiders?
- I think it's a box.

Secret catacombs underneath the
building, like in National Treasure?

Shame on you
for knowing that.

This is where we keep all the old
unclaimed stuff from over the years.

- As I said, a box.
- What do you think is inside the box?

- Will you calm down?
- I can't, man! There's stuff in there.

All kinds of stuff. Old stuff.
Shiny stuff. Secret stuff.

How come you're
not as excited as I am?

- Because I'm not a raccoon.
- You look like a raccoon.

You're in luck.

This ticket here matches
this old receipt.

Not a lot of info
on it, I'm afraid.

- Oh, I know what that is.
- Let me get it!

Right, your case.

Oh, I'm getting
something here.

Oh, this is intense.
I can see Eugene.

He's desperate, he's sweating
nervously, he's stinky!

He wants to get rid of
something, cover his tracks,

hide where he's been. So, he
brings in the title of his car!

That must be the Vehicle
Identification Number, right in there.

Right. Whose benefit
was that for?

Don't ever question my methods in front
of a civilian, okay? Never do that.

Come here.

I always thought that Eugene was
gonna use the car in the bomb plot.

That was a common
MO back then.

He probably pawned the
title to cover his tracks.

If nobody reclaimed the
title, we would've sold it.

We could use the VIN number
to track where it ended up.

That could take us all over the
city, or the state, for that matter,

thus increasing the chances that
you'll be seen by someone you work with

and you being
caught by the police.

Unless...

Nobody recognizes us.

I feel ridiculous.

Speak for yourself.
I've got this shirt at home.

His mother
used to love it.

Yeah, like, 30 years ago.

Kid, I wore it
to lunch last week.

There it is.

It's been sitting in some old lady's
backyard for dang near 30 years.

You got the keys?
Let's take a look inside.

Make me an offer
and it's yours.

You gotta be kidding.

Just give us a second here.

All right, how much money
do we have between us?

What? All right, I think
I got about 50 bucks. Okay.

I got about $400 between
my wallet and my sock.

It's my just in case money.

All right. Add in what I have
and we've got about $450.

All right, let me go
talk to him. Uh, uh, uh.

You stand down, Popeye
Doyle. I'll handle this.

We got about $450 here. Now,
how much is this gonna cost me?

- $450.
- Done.

He's good.

Nice going, Shawn.
That was all of our money.

That's what happens when you send in the
one guy who's never bought a car before.

We had exactly enough!

All right, look at it
this way, Gus.

It isn't a car,
it's a time machine.

This little kitty is gonna tell
us about Eugene 30 years ago.

Well, looks like a car to me. And
if I bought it, I'm driving it.

That means my
same car rules apply.

Wipe your shoes before entering.
No slamming doors. No food.

Looks good up here.

Doesn't look like
factory soldering.

Smuggler's hatch.

Gotta get this down
to the crime lab.

Uh, uh, uh!

Let me guess. This is
where we take one step back

before involving the police?

We need to see
what's on that film first.

That's how we roll.

Gonna need a tetanus shot.

Got it.
Miracle anything came out.

Whoa, this guy
really loved his car, huh?

Well, after seeing it all cleaned
up, I like it too. In fact, I love it.

Bingo! You think
these two are the ones

who could've had something
to do with the bombing?

Oh. From the AK-47 s
they're holding,

they had something to do with something.
I think it's worth checking out.

There's no telling where they
are, if they're even still around.

You know, back then, I used to
have this snitch working for me.

His name was Pookie.
A real weasel.

That guy'd turn on his
Siamese twin for a buck.

If these two had anything to do with
this, Pookie's the guy who would've known.

I'm sorry.
What was his name?

Pookie.

Do you know
where we can find this, uh...

Pookie.

Yeah, his name is...
his name is Pookie Wigginton.

And yeah, I know where to
find him. What's so funny?

- Stop! I mean, I mean...
- Nothing's funny.

You're just, you're keeping
it real right now, Dad.

Right on.

All right, let's see
if we can find Pookie.

See if he still
remembers the '70s.

If that'd been on purpose,
that would've been totally cool.

I need to get that
power steering fixed.

Not to mention the seat is
jammed all the way to the front

and makes my entire
left side fall asleep.

And remember, tomorrow
night will be ladies' night

at Top Flight dance club,
where it's the '70s every night.

Don't worry. I think Pookie
remembers the '70s just fine.

By the way, I'm just, I'm
just putting this out there.

Once we resolve this case,
preserve your legacy as a detective,

you don't have to say
thank you. No biggie.

Course it is. In fact,
let me say it right now.

Thank you, Gus.

You're welcome.

That's Pookie.
Let's go.

Officer Spencer,
long time no see.

What brings you gentlemen
to my establishment?

Well, Mr. Pookie...

As you may have heard, the DA
recently overturned the conviction

on the Eugene Franks
bombing case.

Maybe I heard.
Maybe I didn't.

Right.

Well, we're looking for
information on a few people

that might've used
to run with old Eugene.

Sorry, I don't know
what you're talking about.

All right, all right.
I know how this works.

Gus, hit the other sock,
give him some money.

No offense, guys, but I
don't need your pocket change.

Mr. Pookie, I can see two of
Eugene's partners in crime,

a man and a woman. Dangerous,
highly skilled with military weapons,

but not US military,
smuggled weapons.

I used to trip like that,
always looking for the escape.

Pookie, he's cool.
He's, uh...

Psychic.

Really? Then I can dig it.

- Spiritual.
- Yeah.

- Third eye.
- That's where it is.

You guys are deep,
like me. Give me five.

So, listen, you were dead
on it. Check this out.

The cats you were describing ran
with Eugene, all right. Mmm-hmm.

There were two of them,
Derek Ford, white guy, stringy hair,

and his old lady,
Melanie, really fine.

I got shot over
a white girl like that once.

Anyway, they were together in a militant
organization with Eugene called SAG,

Soldiers Against Government.
They were into all kind of radical stuff.

Why would Eugene go all those
years and not rat them out?

Word on the street was
that SAG was ruthless.

Nobody dared cross them,
not even one of their own.

So, Eugene was
just a patsy?

You didn't hear
it from me.

No, them suckers
are dangerous.

He had partners.

My biggest bust,
and I was wrong.

Everything hurts.

Had to be a tough guy
and go in first.

Just fill out the incident report
and be done with this fiasco. Ow!

What happened to you guys?

The diamond smuggling case that
Detective O'Hara wanted to take

didn't go quite as planned.

That I wanted to take?

You're the one who insisted
on it, Mr. Head Detective.

Basically, we conducted a stakeout
to catch the smugglers red-handed.

But when we opened the cargo
container to seize the evidence,

we discovered we had
the wrong one.

This one belonged to
exotic animal smugglers,

and it was filled
with wild marmosets.

I hate marmosets.

Apparently they don't like
being shot at.

No. Apparently not.

All I can remember
after that are,

are hundreds of those tiny
razor-sharp claws and teeth.

Lower primate, my ass. I recognize
a military formation when I see one.

You'll be happy to know that
case you gave me took a fun turn.

That's great.

It turns out that plastics factory
was a front for real-life sea pirates.

- You're kidding.
- No.

They've been using
hi-tech boats and GPS

to rob freighters
in the shipping lanes.

Now, I'm teaming up
with the Coast Guard

for a showdown
off the Santa Barbara coast.

On the high seas?

Appears so.

Aw, gosh!
I'm sorry, Buzz,

but you need a certain level of
clearance to work with the Coast Guard.

It's...
It's department rules.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm afraid we're gonna
have to take over from here.

But good work on
getting us to this point!

Oh! Well...

It was fun
while it lasted.

- Yeah.
- Yeah! Good work, buddy.

We're gonna capture pirates.

I know! Ow!

Almost makes up
for the rabies shots.

Almost.

Let's face it, Shawn.
I blew the case.

- You're quitting on me?
- I'm not quitting.

I just realized that maybe Chief Vick
is right. I should stay out of it.

Dad, this was your big case.

My big case?
My big bust?

You see, that's the problem right
there. That's how I started seeing it.

But in reality, it's a Santa Barbara
PD case and it always has been.

You don't believe that.

A good detective knows
when to let it go, Shawn.

That's a lesson both you
and I can learn right now.

- Where's your dad?
- He's not coming.

He says it's to protect
the case, but I can tell

it's really bumming him out
that he got fooled 30 years ago.

I can't believe
I'm about to say this,

but instead of lording over him
that this is our case, our rules,

I think we have to convince him that
we can't solve this thing without him.

And how do we do that?

Most likely
through the use of trickery.

So what kind of wood are we gonna
use for these bookshelves, Gus?

Uh, cypress?

Cypress? Really?

It's a good wood.

It's what Noah's Ark
was made of.

Nah, you wanna use something
that breathes a little more.

But don't worry, we'll hit a
lumber yard on the way there.

At least I'll get a chance
to use my new laser level.

Gus, why are we stopping here?

No reason. I just
randomly selected this spot.

Don't be a smart-ass. You're
reading an address off a piece

of paper and we're sitting
in somebody's driveway.

Whose house is this?

Okay, look, Dad. Actually, we're
dropping in on some people that we know.

Shawn,
I think that's them!

What the hell is going on?

Don't lose them! Go!
Go, go, go! Come on!

So, what do we do now?

I don't know.

I've never cornered
anyone before.

You better hope
they're not uneven in there!

I'm gonna blind them
with the laser, Shawn.

May we help you?

Uh, Derek and Melanie Ford?

Or should I say,
Soldiers Against Government?

You sure your father
doesn't wanna come inside?

Oh, no, no, no. He's
clinically insane and a biter.

Sorry again about running
from you guys.

But when we saw the Mercury
Cougar in the driveway,

we just figured it was Eugene
coming after us for revenge.

Revenge for what?

He thinks that we set him up to take the
rap for the police headquarters bombing.

We know he's been asking
around town about us,

trying to figure out
our whereabouts.

We thought he'd
finally found us.

Well, don't you
worry about that.

You help us with
this investigation,

we will make sure the police
protect you from your old pal Eugene.

Thank you.

Tell them everything, honey.

Okay. After Eugene got arrested
30 years ago, we freaked out

and we stopped
our radical ways.

We became Soldiers For Government
and we built this great life.

You have to believe us, we had
nothing to do with setting Eugene up.

I mean, we were
all brainwashed.

We were all caught up
in the movement.

Do you know of anyone else who
would've wanted to set him up?

- Oh!
- Honey, are you okay?

Mmm! Oh, yeah. Oh!

I cut myself pretty good.

I, uh, excuse me. I'm gonna
have to go put something on this.

I'm sorry.

- Uh, we should be going.
- Oh, no!

No, no, no. Thank you
for your cooperation.

And rest assured, Eugene will
not learn of your whereabouts.

Thank you.

- Hope your finger feels better!
- Nice meeting you.

Thank you!

Good news, Pop.
The trail is hot again.

Like I said, count me out.

Damn it, Dad! Do you have to
be so prideful all the time?

So you made a mistake 30 years ago?
Nobody cares! Just get over it.

Not everybody is as comfortable
screwing up as you are, kid.

Well, maybe the reason I'm so
comfortable is because my mistakes

were the only thing that
was ever pointed out to me.

Here we go, here we go!
Would you put away the violin?

I pointed out the good stuff,
Shawn, but usually,

you were too busy bragging
and showing off to take notice.

Enough! I'm sick of you two
fighting all the time!

Listen, Mr. Spencer, Shawn needs
you on the case because, frankly,

you're old and we were barely
even alive during the '70s.

And Shawn, your dad needs you on the
case because even though you can be

extremely annoying, you actually have
a brilliant idea every now and then.

But you're both too damn stubborn
to admit that you need each other.

Now, can we go,
please? Thank you.

Is he always
such a know-it-all?

You don't know the half
of it. Very preachy.

All right, so tell me
what you have.

Well, I think there's
another SAG member out there.

How do you know that?

Did you see Melanie when we
asked her if there was anyone else

who'd want to set up Eugene?
She cut herself, right there.

Right there on the spot.

Yeah, no, no. Maybe they were telling
you what they wanted you to know,

not what you
needed to know.

I think they're protecting
somebody from Eugene.

But there were only
three people in the picture.

No, there was four.

The three of them
and whoever took the picture.

Maybe they're protecting
an old mentor.

Well, I'm pretty sure that
Eugene met Derek and Melanie

when they were all students
at Santa Barbara University.

Let's see if they shared any
professors, advisors or RAs.

RA, that's a thing, right?

It is.

Okay, let's do this.
Back to undercover.

Got it.
Thank you, Jules.

All right.
According to Juliet,

university records show that
our SAG members only shared

one professor, and that is
Doctor Richard Colbert.

Doctor Colbert?

I think Eugene got here
before we did.

Hey. Been waiting
for you guys.

Yeah, we got your call while
we were out on the open ocean,

chasing down
our sea pirates at flank.

That's a nautical term
for maximum speed.

We cordoned the pirate vessel
before they could club haul,

that's the nautical term
for evasive maneuver,

and make it
to international waters.

Well, that sounds awesome. What do
modern-day sea pirates look like?

We have no idea.

Apparently, once you get three miles
out, it's out of our jurisdiction,

so the Coast Guard
had us sequestered

to a tiny windowless cabin
on the Lubber Deck.

Yeah, apparently that's a nautical
term for "place they send you to puke."

I had to wash
my hair three times.

- Still sorry about that.
- Let's do this.

So, what do we have here?

The deceased is one
Doctor Richard Colbert.

Male, 60 years old,
professor of chemistry.

Apparently, he died
from a lab accident

involving poisonous
hydrochloric acid fumes.

When will people ever learn that
alcohol and hydrochloric acid don't mix?

Technically, they do.

See, the hydrogen atoms in the acid
form a loose bond with the chlorine...

What the hell
are you wearing?

I'm getting some serious jive,
and it is fly.

I can see the struggle.
There's a rag on Colbert's face.

It was him who masterminded
the bombing 30 years ago.

He set Eugene up, and Eugene
has murdered him in revenge.

But wait, there's more!

Ooh! Yeah, feel is strong!

- I am getting it! And it is a bad mother...
- Shut your mouth!

- I'm having a vision.
- I can dig it!

It's a...

It's a big
birthday cake!

Make a wish! What?

Bomb! Eugene's built
another bomb!

He built it here in the lab! That's
how he's going to exact his revenge

on the remaining
members of SAG!

We gotta stop him now!

That... That's all I got. The jive's
over. We should go before people explode.

Found him lurking around out back,
must've hidden this under the house.

We've got a bomb!

Which hasn't been activated.

Call the bomb squad.

Well, Eugene, looks like you've
been up to your old tricks.

I'm only here
because they called me

saying they were finally
ready to come clean!

Invited guests don't go snooping
around the back, now do they?

I was just checking to see
if anybody was home. I swear!

Save it for the trial. You're under
arrest for the murder of Richard Colbert.

Wait, wait!
Colbert's dead?

And the attempted murder
of Derek and Melanie Ford.

Thank God you stopped
him in time.

Yeah.
I cut myself pretty good.

I'm need to go
put something on this.

Maybe they were telling you what
they wanted you to know, Shawn,

not what you needed to know.

Whoa!

Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies!

Yeah!

You two!

You were two young kids in way over
your head with the militant SAG,

so you used Eugene
as a scapegoat, didn't you?

Set him up to take the fall for
the police headquarters bombing,

so you could make a clean break.
But then you heard he got out early,

and you were afraid he'd come track
you down and expose your criminal past.

We know he's been asking
around town about us,

trying to figure out
our whereabouts.

We thought he'd
finally found us.

Because, of the four
members of SAG,

only two of you
are doing okay for yourselves.

- Eugene has lost 30 years.
- What?

And he will be marked
as a criminal forever.

Doctor Colbert, well, his
drinking destroyed his career.

But you two, your life
is picture-perfect.

And you would kill to protect it.
First, it was Doctor Colbert,

whose guilt-ridden conscience and
drunk mouth would cause him to confess

everything to Eugene.
And then the plan was simple.

Frame Eugene for that murder,
and then blow Eugene up

right along with all
the traces to your past,

so you could move on to a very
bright, white, pickety future.

That's a preposterous
theory. Preposterous.

You have no proof.

Oh, really? What if I
did something like this?

Spencer, what the hell
did you just do?

In exactly one minute, we will
all be blown to smithereens

or the people responsible for
making that bomb will deactivate it.

Don't look at me,
he's crazy!

Yeah, I don't know
how to do it either!

I demand that someone
disarm this bomb right now!

Just do what they say. Come on,
let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Arrest them.

Come on!

Go.

Spencer, I'd appreciate, in the future,
if you just played with your own life.

Oh, come on, Lassy.

If Derek hadn't caved,

I would've just deactivated
it myself. It's very easy.

You just clip the red wire and
the green wire at the same time.

Uh, Shawn,
there is no green wire.

Really? Huh!

Well, in that case,
we all would've died.

I am starving.

Who's up for fajitas, my
treat? Oh, come on, you guys!

Not everybody would've died! Well,
a couple of people would've lived.

Those are... The odds are
that at least one...

Gus would've made it.

It'll only take a few minutes for me to
finish my interview with The Independent.

I still don't see why
you have to drag me into this.

I told you. They're gonna
wanna hear about my last case,

which was originally
your case, and without you,

it wouldn't have been
solved again.

Interviews, press, hair.
Those are your things.

A little attention
isn't gonna kill you, Dad.

- Oh, and wait.
- What?

Thank you.

And as the bomb ticked all the way
down to zero, we held our ground.

And I looked those culprits in the eye,
and they knew that their time was up.

We don't seek out
the high-profile cases,

they just have a way
of finding us.

Oh, we should just show her!

- That's a great idea.
- Yeah! Um...

- Yeah, so, uh, you were there. You were...
- Oh, I was here?

You were like here-ish...
And I was like, here.

No, we walked up and then
they walked out, they...

- Yeah, they came up.
- Oh! Right, right, right, so...

- They had the bomb.
- They had the bomb.

Really,
it was really dangerous.

They didn't know
it was a bomb. They didn't.

♪ 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 ♪