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SHAWN: Great.
JULIET: Good?

(BOTH SPEAKING SOFTLY)

Uh, Shawn,
what's going on here?

Gus, buddy.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(WHISPERS) You remember when
| spent all that dough on the
weekend retreat with Jules?

It was my dough.
Of course | remember.

Okay. All right.

Why are you doing
that with your eyes?

lam trying to clear
your mind of the money
that | owe you.

Shawn.

Look, dude,
we don't have a case.
No case, no money.

So I'm just trying to
raise a little cash
to pay you back.

I've already made
50 bucks. What?

After the fliers go up,
this place is gonna
be like Gang Busters.

When are the
fliers going up?

Seven to ten
business days.

The indoor yard sale
is today, Shawn.
Do the math.

You do the math.
You're the numbers guy,
I'm in sales.

(THURMAN CLEARS THROAT)

Hey, Thurman.
What's happening, kid?

Is this a joke?

No, it's not a joke.
If you don't like it,
buy something else.

Listen, Shawn,
if you really want to
raise some cash,

why don't you just
sell the engagement ring
you didn't give to Juliet?

(WHISPERS) You crazy?
How dare you!
What?

That is my
Grandma Gamma's ring.

It is a prized Spencer
family heirloom.

Which you stashed
ina Nintendo DS
and almost lost forever.

Which will never happen again
because now it's in
the most secure place ever.

Where?
A safety deposit box?

Even better.

A ThunderCat.

What?

Speaking of which,
where is that thing?
JULIET: That will be $7.

Whoa!
That is not for sale!

Sorry. Sorry, Thurman.
You just have to
hand that over.

He did pay
full price for it,
Shawn.

Well, I'm going to
buy it back, Jules.

The price just
went up, Kingfisher.

SHAWN: Kingfisher?

Thurman,
| will give you $15
and not a penny more.

Try again.

$25.

Give me the... Just...

This is $57.
It's all | have.

Sucker.
Suck...

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Carlton.

Okay, I'm at the Psych office.
I'll be there
in, like, 10 minutes.

Well, | think they're
going to follow me
no matter what.

Okay, goodbye.

Suicide over in
the Thompson District.

Foul play?

Jules, | need foul play.
| need money.

| need someone to buy
Robert the doll
for 17 bucks.

Did you see what
that kid did to me?

So?

Nothing suspicious.

I'm going to have to go rogue
and fabricate something
to get us in on this.

How does that
differ from usual?

I'm completely sober.
You're an idiot.

| could eat.
Me too.

All right, everybody,
listen up!

Deceased name
is Mark Waraftig.
Age, 35.

Kept a tidy living space.
| respect that.

His body was found by
the building manager,
a Mr. Lloyd Marr.

I'm here.
Oh, right.

Uh, we will...
We will call you
if we need anything.

Don't have a cell phone.

All right, well,
we have the building number
and, uh, you live here.

Well, Jules,

my vision has told me
that the hanging dude
hung himself.

So, should | just
invoice you or is there
a cash machine nearby?

Hmm. That doesn't
really strike me as
a billable observation, Shawn.

Damn it.
Hmm.

Well, Shawn and | will
find the kitchen,

then we'll figure out
what our hourly rate is
for coming up with nothing.

Hey, Lloyd, say, um,
two bedroom, two bath,
approximately what?

Sixteen hundred
square feet?

Sixteen fifty.

(STOMPING)

Original oak floors.

Some lovely period details.
| wonder if it's still
knob and tube.

(FLUSHES)

Solid plumbing.

Hey, Spencer!
SHAWN: Yo!

What's the
appliance situation
like in the kitchen?

SHAWN: Twelve can dispenser
in the fridge. Super dope.

GUS: But his snacks
are disgusting.
Way too healthy.

Please tell me
you are not shopping
for real estate right now.

In exactly 93 days
and 94 nights,

Marlowe will settle up
her debt to society

and | think that
itis high time

that | step up to the plate
and bought a home for myself
and the woman | love.

Besides, anything more
than a cot and a hot plate

is going to look like
Versailles to her.

What?

| can tell
just by glancing
they're not my size.

Oh, my God.
Lloyd, my man,

I'm going to need
Mark's next of kin
information.

That'd be his sister June.

Excellent.

| would love to get a price
on her dead brother's
living room set

before the estate sale
vultures swoop in.

Ooh. It plush.
Still quite firm.

| don't have a case for you
and | can't pull one
out of my butt.

Dad, I'm telling you,
I'm in dire straits here

and I'm not even
Mark Knopfler.

He's threatening
to take out an ad
in the Pennysaver,

encouraging people
to commit crime.

Sorry, kid.
There's nothing
| can do.

Fine. Just know that
this affects you too.

Because if | don't pay Gus
back the money | spent on
my vacation with Juliet,

he's gonna reposes my stuff
and | don't have stuff,
which means

by default
he gets your stuff.

Go ahead,
touch my stuff.

Just try it.
Make my day.

CARLTON:
Gather round,
everyone!

There is some big news
that you are all
going to want to hear!

| have just purchased
a new condo for myself
and my girlfriend Marlowe

who will be joining me
upon completion of
her prison term.

There was a competing bid
on the place

but | squashed that
like a bug.

You are looking at
the newest resident
of Prospect Gardens.

The Prospect Gardens?

Yes, McNab,
the Prospect Gardens.
Try and hide your jealousy.

You're embarrassing yourself.

| heard that place
has bad juju.

No, you didn't.
You're right.
Congratulations.

Thank you. Now then,

| will be hosting
a little, uh, move in
soiree this weekend.

And you are
all invited.

My mother and
her life partner Althea,

who | have
begrudgingly come to
accept is the solution

to her need for companionship
will be co-hosting the event.

So, wear clothing
that you don't mind
getting paint on

and back braces
are recommended
but not required.

Okay, get back to work,
crime fighters.

It's going to be fun!

Wow, Lassie.

You bought the
dead guy's condo?

You see, Spencer,

this is what a real man
in acommitted
relationship does.

He provides
for his lady love.

Watch and learn
and maybe,
against all odds,

O'Hara just might
stick around.

Probably not.

You should have told him
how you almost
got down on one knee

without telling
your best friend
Hey!

Can you stop
bringing up old stuff.

(RHYTHMIC KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Hiya.

Carlton, right?
Amy. On the second floor.

Quick directions
from you to me.

Exit this door, hard right,
three floors down.

| Know where
your apartment is.

Okay. Ooh, wow.
| love what you've
done with the place.

It cozy but with
a heavy dose of man.
| dig it.

Sad about Marky.
He was good people.

Can | help you?

No.

But | have something for you.
It's a potluck basket.

| like to do it
for all the newbie's.

See, everybody in the building
gives a little gift and then
| make it look all pretty.

Here you go.
Welcome to
Prospect Gardens.

Rat traps.
Oh, um, yes,

they are from Lloyd,
the building manager.

He's got them
all over the building,
just in case you get rats.

(WHISPERS)
The bath salts
are from me.

(SINGSONG VOICE)
A little something
for you and your lady.

How do you know
if | have a lady?

Oh, please,
as if something like that
could still be on the market.

(CHUCKLES)

Right? It's not, right?

Well, uh, listen, Judy.

Amy.
Maybe you can, uh,

save me some time,
and an altercation or two.

Mmm-hmm.
| dropped my nest egg
on this place

and that's years
of interrogations
and arrests.

Arrests?

Are you a man in blue?

I'm Head Detective
with the Santa Barbara
Police Department.

Ooh, get out of this condo!

ART: Keep it down!

Art! You take that
hairy eyeball in
for a trim,

you gloomy Gus, you.

ART: You people suck!

(LAUGHS)

He's just a grumpy pants
‘cause his wife is dead.

| need you to do
something for me,
Sally.

Amy.
| need you to
spread the word

that there is a
new sheriff in town.

And I'm going to be doing
background checks on
everyone in this building

including that duplicitous
7-year-old next door.

Good. Because he's
a full on little D-bag.

Hey, any chance
you could get Lloyd to
replace that hideous awning?

Consider it done.
| leave no stone
unturned, Amy.

Yeah.
Now go spread that word.

Spread it door to door
like a northwest wild fire
being fed by an August wind.

You're kind of
super awesome.

Thanks for noticing.
You're welcome.

And, listen, if you need
anything, | am right...

(EXHALES)

(VOICES WHISPERING)
(DOOR CREAKING)

(VOICES WHISPERING)

(VOICES WHISPERING)

(VOICES WHISPERING)

| know, you know

| know, you know

| know, you know

What going on?
Gus, I've learned
my lesson.

Hmm.

It turns out that toys
are not the safest place
to hide expensive jewelry.

Yeah.

Hey, Lassie.

What, did you come by
to thank us in person for
your housewarming gift?

I'm here because
| have a situation
at my new condo.

Dead hookers.
Robot cockroaches.

| heard things.

All right.

Take a load off, Lassie.
What's... What going on?

Just strange sounds
and jiggling
and hissing and...

| also, um,
saw some things.

What kind of things?

Just general
spooky type things.

Things that are hard
to explain like, um,

people that are there
when they shouldn't be
and should be when they aren't

and, um, there were
some chairs that moved
on their own.

Sure.
(MUMBLES)

Your place is haunted!

No. No, it's not.
It's not haunted,
you simpletons!

It's just... It's nothing
more than nonsense,
probably.

And since nonsense is
your specialty, | thought
| would come here first.

We appreciate that.

What the hell is this?

Standard hiring contract.

Legal stipulation, sexual
harassment guidelines.
Labor laws.

And an envelope
for per diem.

That sixty bones per dude.
And a slushie fund.

That money set aside
strictly for slushies.

You two morons
are really enjoying this,
aren't you?

(LAUGHS)

Not at all.
Not really.
No.

| will pay your standard flat
rate. Not a penny more.
Take it or leave it.

We will take it.

You know the address.
Meet me at the condo
at 6:00. Don't be late.

You got it.

(SINGING GIBBERISH)

(BOTH YELL)

God, it feels good
to be back.

What?

CARLTON:
You understand why
I'm upset, right?

Lassie,
we have to be prepared
for any and all scenarios.

Including ones that
may involve spirits,
shades or sprites.

Even though we know
it's not any of that.

Take those off, Guster.
Okay.

Now, listen, if anyone
in the building inquires
about your presence,

you're here for
a sleepover.

Mmm.

Okay, not a sleepover.
You're here on
official police business.

Agreed.
Agreed.

Let's do this.

Oh, howdy neighbor!
So, you know | was
just talking to Lloyd

and | was telling him
that | think we need a
vegetable garden on the roof

and he was all, "Screw off."
And | was, "You're hilarious."
(LAUGHS)

Had to be there.
Anyway,
who are your friends?

Shawn Spencer.
Psychic Detective.
SBPD.

This is my partner
Fellatio Del Toro.

We're investigating
a haunting in
Lassiter's new condo.

Wow. That's some good skinny.
| got to get up to this floor
more often, huh?

No, they're joking.
They're here on
official police business.

Mmm. Copy that, Poncherello,
that's the haps.

You know, | got to say,
| feel a whole lot better
having a big strong man

in blue on the beat.

Ooh, got to get off to work.
Nice to meet you, Shawn.

(IN SULTRY VOICE)
Fellatio.

Ooh.

Hello, Rose Marie.
Hello, Carlton.

| see you're
still with child.
Yep.

That's sort of how it works
when you're pregnant
and haven't had the baby yet.

That okay with you?

| guess | don't have
a choice do |?

Hey, Rose Marie,

| don't Suppose
you've given
any more thought

to soundproofing
the wall we share

in anticipation
of your offspring
having colic.

| don't Suppose
you've given
any more thought

to kissing my fat,
pregnant ass.

Jellybean,
give me those bags!

Hey, Carlton,
how are you?

Hello, Ed. I'm fine.

Tony,
come home, sweetie.

So, listen, we're doing
movie night tonight

and if you don't have
anything else to do,

why don't you come on by?

Lassie, can we?
Can we? Can we?
Can we?

Oh, gosh,
darn it, Ed,

that sounds really fun
but they're here on
official police business.

All male sleepover.

Oh! Fun!

Well, uh, next time then.

Say, Carlton,
who you going to call?

| do not like
those people.

So where'd you see
those ghostly nude twins?

They weren't nude.
They were elderly.
Maybe in your imagination.

Down at the end
of the hall.

It a hallway,
not a nightclub!
Jerks!

(DOOR SLAMS)

That's Art.
He was in Korea.

Lloyd, my good man,
I've been wanting to talk
to you about something.

Let's keep
those light bulbs
under 60 watts, huh?

The old girl's wiring
wasn't built for speed.
Hmm.

Carry on.

Uh-uh, don't you
ever touch me, son.

Duly noted.

I'll talk to you soon.
Good day.

What are you doing?
Where are you going?

What are you...

Well, hello, ladies.

BOTH: Yes?

Can we...
... help you?

SHAWN: You know what?
| think | have
the wrong condo.

My bad.

| love your dresses though,
they are very frilly.

Good day.
Good day.

That will be $1000.

Fine. So the creepy twins
live in the building.

But | haven't
touched my chairs

since someone or something
put them on top of the table.

No.
Hmm.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
This is impossible.

SHAWN: Uh-oh.

Looks like the ghost
of interior decorators past.

That will be
another $1000.

You have to believe me,
something strange
is occurring here.

Lassie, do you
have any idea

how badly | wanted
those twins to be a set of
freakish apparitions?

GUS: More than
you'll ever know.

The place looks great
by the way.
Yeah.

| think this is just
a case of your imagination
getting the best of you.

It happens to Gus and |
once every seven days.

This is not
my imagination.

All right, think about it,
how sure must | have been
that something nefarious

was at play here for me
to come to you two
dunderheads for help?

Hmm.

He does have a point.
It's Lassiter,
he has a point.

| also think...

(BOTH MUMBLING)

(CHUCKLES)

Stop it. Stop it.

Okay, we'll stay.
But we need to be
free to do what we do.

GUS: There's an
intensity to our work.

Focus so pure that even
the slightest distraction
could cost us very dearly.

(STATIC BEEPING)

(SNORING)

Gus, give me your face.

Wassup, girl.

Worthless idiots.

(SNORING)

(GRUNTS)
Oh!

| want to
blow the bubbles.

Get it, girl, get it.
(LAUGHS)

(VOICES WHISPERING)

Carlton.

Carlton. Carlton.

(LAUGHING)

Marlowe.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(GASPS)
Psst.

Did you have
a bad dream, baby?

(SCREAMING)

Oh, my God.
What the hell?

SHAWN: Lassie!
GUS: Lassie!

What?
SHAWN: Get in here!

Go to sleep!

(DISTORTED VOICE) Lassie!
(DISTORTED VOICE) Lassie!

GUS: You might
want to get in here, Lassie!
SHAWN: Lassie!

(CARLTON SHOUTING)

Lassie!
What? What?

Look!

Is that blood?

Woody, we came right down.

Why did you send us
a 911 text when
you were just upstairs?

No, it was a 7/11 text
and | was hoping
you could bring

me a slurpee or a quesadilla
in the shape of a tube.

Did you analyze the blood
from my light fixture
like | asked?

| did. But first may
| interest you ina game
of shuffle board?

Ooh! Me first.
Yes, please.

Just spit it out.

The blood wasn't human.

I'm sorry?

The blood wasn't...

Chupacabras?
Dead robot hookers?

Some kind of animal,
one with abnormally
high triglycerides

and what appears
to be an STD.

Did you say animal?

| can't remember
what | said.

Lloyd's rat traps.
That it!

His rat traps.
Some sort of very,
very large rodentia

got caught in one of
the rat traps and bled out
into the light fixture.

It could happen.
| found a jackrabbit
in my dishwasher once.

How does that explain
all of the other weird stuff
you've experienced?

Stress. Exhaustion.

The presence of
you two nitwits.

Oh, this is so stupid.
Just forget about
the whole thing, okay?

Do not breathe a word
of this to anyone.

Why would we spread
this story around?

So Carlton's
new condo is haunted
and his ceiling is bleeding?

Yes.
It all happened
when we took

a late night trip
to tinkle town.
Not together.

Carlton, what...
What happened to you?

These two happened.

You know, fellows, |, uh,
didn't mention it before,

because it goes
without saying.

You're welcome.
You're fired.

As usual, thanks
for absolutely nothing.

Rat traps!

We should have told her
about Lassiter's
kitchen chairs being

mysteriously placed
on top of the table.

Gus, I'm not telling Juliet
about things that we don't
believe actually happened.

Oh, my God,
| believe that happened.

| was afraid you
were going to say that.

This isn't a haunting, Gus.
Someone's behind it.
And if we can prove who,

Lassie has to pay us
for services rendered.

That might be the
most pragmatic thought
you've ever had.

But who is doing it?

Tonight's movie night so if
you're not doing anything,
why don't you come on by?

There was a competing
bid on the place

but | squashed that
like a bug.

Lassie's neighbors.
The Farrows.

Really? They seemed
pretty normal to me.

| will spill
my own blood

to defend thine honor
with my life.

My one,
my only Charlemagne.

(SCREAMS)

So warm!

So cold.

And curtain.

ED: (LAUGHS) Thank you.

Ed is one of the more
respected thespians
in Santa Barbara.

Really?
Really?

| thought you
had to be a woman
to be one of those.

Actually not since 1964.

Now, where were we
before we were interrupted
by my impromptu performance?

We are aware
that you have interest
in the condo next door.

Expanding your space?

Well, yes, of course
we were interested.

Especially with
the new baby on the way.

And, yes, | had
some plans drawn up.

It was going
to be incredible.
One big penthouse.

Was?

We owned a lingerie store,
Frisky Business.

We had to close the doors
about a month ago.

So until we get back
on our feet, we have to
put our plans on hold.

We even withdrew
our offer on 536.

And as far as
anything strange going on here
the past couple of days,

we only got
in town yesterday

and last night
we had to take Tony
to the emergency clinic.

He was running
a very, very high fever.

| can't imagine why.
One last question,

is there any merchandise
left over from
Frisky Business?

We do have
a few pieces left...
But they're not for sale.

Naughty.

Gus, two things.
One?

Ed's performance
left much to be desired.

| can see
the wheel's spinning.

And 'B',

it's time we seek answers
from the man who knows this
building better than anyone.

AMY: Well, okay, Lloyd,
but as long as we are
in agreement that that awning

is areal eyesore and So...
LLOYD: I'm changing it.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Rude.

Oh! Hello.

You know what
| was just thinking?

| should put together
a camping trip.

| love to camp.
Do you love camping?
| love camping.

The whole building
could go camping.

(LAUGHS) Think on this.

(CHUCKLES)

You liked that.
| didn't mind it.

Lloyd, my good man.

I'm Shawn Spencer.
This is my partner,
Eddie Adams from Torrance.

Yeah, | remember you.

You had your hand
in a dead man's fridge.

Actually,
| was just looking
for my watch.

May we sneak
a word with you?

Come on in.

Lloyd?

He did tell us
to come in.

| guess so.

GUS: Where'd he go?

Lloyd?

Really love
what you've done
with the place.

Clean lines.

GUS: This is disgusting.
Who lives like this?

(SCREAMS)
Wow.

(LAUGHS)
Lloyd. Silly man.

Uh, we... We are here
to ask you kind of
an odd question.

There's nothing
around here
that seems odd,

especially if
you've seen what I've heard
and heard what I've seen.

So you're aware of the
unexplained phenomena
in unit 536?

Well, the business in 536
ain't unexplained.

That's what
we were thinking.
Right.

| told you we came
to the right dude.

We think someone is trying
to scare Carlton Lassiter
out of 536.

You're right.
And | know who
the culprit is.

Oh.

Condo 536.

Mmm.

| think we're done here.
Wait, wait, I've seen it.

Sound minded men
move in there

then they begin to unravel
and before you know it,

they're delivered into
the mouths of madness.

Condo 536 has a curse
within its walls.

Shawn, we need to
get out of here.

Thank you for
your time, Lloyd.

All right, Papa Bear,
previous residents
of Lassie's place. Go!

All right, first of all,
there's definitely something
strange going on here.

It says that a guy
named Ray Brauer
lived in condo 536

for about three years
before one day,

he decides to take
a flying leap out
the bedroom window.

Dead at the scene.

What?

So the last two guys
who lived in Lassiter's place
took their own lives?

Yeah, apparently.
Now according to this,
Brauer was increasing erratic

before he took
the big plunge.

Now I'm no expert
in this stuff

but there's definitely
something weird
going on here.

It's not haunted.
No, it isn't.

| think it's haunted.
It probably is.

Gus.
What?

Shawn, I've been doing
a little more digging

into the history of
Lassiter's building,

gets even more weird.

I'm not sure
that's even possible.

Prospect Gardens' architect
was aman named
J. Michael Hageman,

who conceived it
as his masterpiece.

It does have
nice windows.

But the project
had a lot of problems

like structural issues,
a series of contractors

and eventually
he saw his pet project
as a colossal failure.

But not those
windows, right?

It was reported that
his behavior became
more and more erratic

and then
he just disappeared.

Was he ever found?

Three days later
in the building, dead,
along with his wife.

Murder, suicide.

It's haunted.
It's haunted.

(SIGHS)
I'm with Gus
on this one.

Would you two
please stop?

All I'm saying
is someone,
other than me,

might want to go
check on Lassie

to make sure the condo
hasn't taken him.

(SIGHS)

All right, let's go.

Other than me.
Other than me, Shawn.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

It's a coincidence, Gus.
Did you even listen
to Juliet's story?

What, some hack architect
has a mean wife?
It's a tale as old as time.

Buildings do not
drive people crazy.

Lassie?

Lassie?

Mmm. Mmm.

(VOICES WHISPERING)

He was even worse
last night?

He's totally
out of his tree.

We're really hoping
you'll talk to him, Chief.

He could use a bit of a shave
but he looks all right to me.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Hey!

I'll go talk to him.

SHAWN:
Woody, you got to
give us something.

Lassie's off of his tree
and he's only getting worse.

My brethren,
the death of Marc Steven
Waraftig has me vexed.

Blood screen says
the man's blood

contained a surprising
amount of amyl nitrite.

Poppers?

Super job, Guster.

A psychoactive inhalant
commonly used
as a recreational drug.

Usually before
a long shift.

But his snacks are disgusting.
Way too healthy.

That doesn't make any sense.
Waraftig was some sort of
health nut.

Woody, can you pull up
the autopsy report
for a Ray Brauer?

(SCOFFS) Does the perfectly
coiled human intestine
fit in a 10 gallon hat?

Of course | can.

Oh, boy.
COMPUTER: Meow.

Did you see that?

Yes.
No.

Wowza.

Swan dive out
his bedroom window.

| always wanted
to try that.

Traces of amyl nitrite
in his system.
Guys, that must be it!

This psychoactive drug
drove Brauer
and Waraftig crazy

and now someone's trying
to do the same thing
to Lassie.

Clearly we're looking
for someone
who knows the building

and has access
to the units.

This is exhausting.
Remind me again what I'm
supposed to be looking for.

| don't know.

Anything that'll let us know
why Lloyd had it in
for the guys in 536.

Dude, this is
the housewarming gift
we got Lassie. Remember?

ASPCA gift card?
But we made a donation
in Lassiter's name

on behalf of
squirrels everywhere.

The question is
why does Lloyd have it?

Because Lloyd is stealing
from his residents.

This is Rose Marie's hat.

Based on this
random collection
of junk,

who knows how long
he's been thieving.

This guy
is a serious klepto.

| think he has one
of Amy's paychecks.

Gus,

this is the stuff
Woody was talking about,
amyl nitrate.

The stuff that was found
in the two dead guys
from 536.

Yeah, Lloyd is
literally gassing them.

Uh, go up to Lassie's place.
See if you can find
any traces of this stuff.

I'm going to call Juliet
and look for Lloyd.

Why do | have to
go to Lassie's?

You would rather
go look for Lloyd
in some dark corner?

I'm going to Lassie's.

(KNOCKING SOFTLY)

Lassie?

Lassiter?

What are you
doing here, Guster?

Lassie, oh, listen,

someone has been
messing with your place
and we know who it is.

So do l.
You're not in
your right mind

because you've been
breathing a dangerous
chemical. This stuff.

Right.

Because you put it
there just now.

No, | found it.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

There is no limit to how far
you and Spencer will go
to mess with me, is there?

Okay, Lassie, just try
to pull it together...

And why?
Because | am moving
forward in my life

and | have
finally scratched out
a little bit of happiness

and you two
can't stand to see it.

Well...

Especially you.

At least Spencer
has a girlfriend.

That's cold-blooded,
Lassie.

Here's the juice, Guster.
| will prevail.

| have worked too long
and too hard
to get to where | am

and I'm not about
to let you two
take this away from me.

Okay, you know what?
You're out of your damn mind.

Stay here and relax,
I'm going to
get you some help.

You're not going anywhere.

What is that
supposed to mean?

Are you crazy?

En garde.

What?

Lassie, Lassie!
Ah!

(CARLTON SHOUTS)

CARLTON: Strike one!

BOTH: Come play
with us, Carlton.

(DISTORTED SINGING)

Rain check.

Hey, Jules,
| need you to come down
to Prospect Gardens

and ask Lloyd the manager
a few questions.

CARLTON: Guster!

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Guster!

(MACHINE WHISTLING)

The reason those guys
killed themselves

is because they were
out of their heads!

Just like you!

(WHISTLES)

Guster.

Ow! Son of a...

Why doesn't that kid
ever put his bike away?

You can run
but you can't hide!

CARLTON: Guster!

(CARLTON WHISTLES)

(METAL CLANGING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

That was dumb.

Guster, I'm hurt
real bad, buddy.

| think
I've pulled a hammie.

Actually | think
| broke my ankle.

I'm not kidding about that.
It hurts quite a lot.

(PANTING)

(WHISTLING)

Guster!

This is really starting
to annoy me.

CARLTON: Guster!

Time to come out!

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

Gus.

Boo!
(SCREAMS)

Ah! Guster! Guster!

Come on!

It going to be fun!

It wasn't me!
It was Lloyd!

Lloyd is the one
who is doing this!

Okay. You win.
| guess I'm just
going to leave.

You're not leaving.
You're just making
footstep sounds!

Fine.
Have it your way.

(SHOUTS)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(CARLTON SHOUTS)

(SCREAMS)

This door
is really solid!

(VOICE QUIVERING)
| think it's oak.

| guess | just better
huff and puff on this one.

(YELLS)

(SCREAMING)

Hey, Guster.
Yeah.

You know
at this rate it's going
to take me forever,

so, uh, how about
you help a brother out

and unlock the door, huh?

So you can kill me?
Hell no!

Guess we have to do this
the old fashioned way then.

(SCREAMS)

Big money, no whammies!

What?

(SCREAMS)

Stop! Stop!

Tony! Tony! Help me!
Help me!

What?

Tough luck, Guster.

No, please!
Please don't!

Oh!
That's it, Lassie!

It wasn't Gus.
It was Lloyd.
It was Lloyd.

CARLTON: Cool.
You can let me
up now.

No.

(MACHINE RATTLING)

What is that rattling?

What?

It wasn't Lloyd.

All right.

If you can think of
one thing in the world

that would make you
feel better right now,
what would it be?

| wouldn't say no
to a sloppy Joe.

Thank you.

Mmm.

What the hell
is this, Spencer?

Oh, that, my friend,
is gazpacho.
It's very refreshing.

Mmm.

All right, I'm going to
get him out of here.

We're going to be
back at the station
if you all need us.

By the way
how did you know
Gus was in trouble?

We've got the shine.

| also sent him
a distress text.
That helped.

I'm so sore.

Sorry | tried to kill you
with my sword, Guster.

Shawn,
if Lloyd isn't our killer
then who else could it be?

This guy a serious klepto.
| think he has one of
Amy's paychecks.

We need to get back
in Lloyd's place.
What? Why?

Are you going
to explain to me
what's going on, Shawn?

Yes, Gus. Yes, lam.
And it is a doozy.

We thought that
Lloyd had stolen
one of Amy paychecks.

But upon
further inspection,
it's not a paycheck.

GUS: It's a bill.

(ELEVATOR BELL RINGS)

237. Should have known.

You don't work
at the hospital,
do you, Amy?

We paid a little visit
to a psychiatrist
named Dr. Anctil.

GUS: You were his patient.

Too bad the doctor-
patient confidentiality
agreement is moot

when you're
suspected of murder.

Yeah.

He told us
you have mommy issues
and daddy issues.

And something called
acute rejection disorder.

Probably has something
to do with you being
left at the altar.

Twice.

You fell madly in love
with the first victim,
Ray Brauer.

But the feelings
just weren't mutual.

So you used the folklore
of Prospect Gardens.

Stories of its haunting
borne by the murder-suicide

committed by the building's
architect, J. Michael Hageman,
many years ago.

| don't Know what
you're talking about.

Pipe down, Cocoa Puffs.
This breakdown
is a mouthful.

You methodically
made Ray think
he was losing his mind

by haunting
and drugging him.

And eventually
pushing him out of
his own bedroom window.

It worked so well
that you decided to do
the same thing again to Mark.

Who also gave you
the cold shoulder.

That's not true.

Uh-huh.

We're still not finished,
Bananas Foster because
there's poor, poor Lloyd.

After all these years
of kleptomania,

his sticky fingers
finally found evidence

that you were
up to some nasty,
nasty business.

So you killed him.

And somehow
figured out a way
to stuff him

into the world's
largest industrial dryer.

You put him
on along cycle.

Permanent press.

Which is not only cruel
but also
not energy efficient.

The cops are
on their way, Amy.

This is the end
of the line.

Sorry.

(GASPS)
A labradoodle.

Where?

Oh!
Are you kidding me?

Come on!
Are you kidding me?

She's got
the crazy coursing
through her legs!

We'll never catch her.

All right, stop! Stop!

We're wildly out of shape!
No, he's out of shape.

The air is too thin
for me up here.

| can't believe
you're not even
breathing hard.

| Know why you were
haunting Lassiter.

Head detective
of the SBPD.

Not going to leave
any stone unturned
in your building,

had to turn up the heat
to get rid of him.

You even rigged
the light fixture

to make it fill up
with some kind of
animal blood.

Which was super inspired
in my opinion.

But also super psychotic.

Just throw in the towel.
We can get you the help
that you need!

She's going up the river.

They have shrinks
in the clink, Gus.
Everybody knows that.

They're good doctors!
Good prison doctors.

Just stop it.

Let it end here!

Let it end here.

Okay.

(GROANS)

There are so many floors!
SO many floors!

Give up, Amy!

There's no escape now!

Where'd she go?

You know, this is not
the greatest escape
strategy, Amy!

Unless you
led us up here
for some reason.

For what? What?
It's not like there's
an amazing view.

It's mostly trees.

(BOTH PANTING)

(DISTORTED SCREAM)

(SCREAMING)

(SPIRITUAL SONG PLAYING)

(THUDS)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

Good thing Lloyd
replaced that awning.

Yeah, | guess.

She crazy! She did it!

Yeah.

Hey, dude,
| remember where
| hid the ring.

(SQUEAKS)

Gus, that was money.

(SCOFFS)

| must have
shined that to you.

You can't shine, Shawn,
but you can use your brain.

| did. lam.

I'm going to
re-hide the ring.

This time I've narrowed
it down to three
super-secret spots.

| want you to pick
your favorite one.
Ready?

Reptile house.

How about you
put it back in the drawer
at your dad's house

before he notices
that it's missing?

That's not really
hiding it, Gus.
It's more like giving it back.

That's right.

Or are you keeping it
because you're planning
On proposing again?

No. | told you.
That was never even
really on the table.

Really?

Fine.

Just to show you
that I'm on the level,
I'll do it, all right?

I'll take the ring
back to my dad's house.

Not gonna be any fun
but I'll do it.

Because marriage proposal
is the furthest thing
from my mind.

Mr. O'Hara?

Gus, | haven't eaten
in 72 hours.

| need a sandwich
and a cold drink,
noncarbonated.

The sandwich
should have cheese
but it's not a deal breaker.

I'm not a young man.

All right.

Frank, here you are.

Dressed like that.

| came as soon as
| got your voicemail.

Voicemail?
You left me
an urgent message

saying you were headed
out for a weekend getaway
with my daughter

and you wanted
to talk to me first.

Ooh, right.
| did not forget
that | did that.

But | left you
that message a week ago.

Where were you?
Tanzania.

You climbed Kilimanjaro?

Gus, don't make up words.
What were you doing
in Australia, Frank?

Shawn, this is not about you
and me and whether or not
| conned the Igbo's

into revealing the location
of the Crystal Skull
of Mawensi.

| sense that you had
an urgent question about
my daughter so spit it out.

Don't mince the words.

| gambled and
went with a pickle.

Jackpot.

SHAWN:
Okay, here the deal.

| got this crazy idea
in my head that
Jules wanted me

to propose marriage
on our vacation.

So, uh...
So | called you

and then | stole my
grandmother's engagement ring
from my father's bedroom.

Wait a minute, go back.

How much was that
engagement ring
worth? Ball-park.

| think Pop Pop spent
like five grand on it
back in 1930, why?

Mmm.

I'm glad
| didn't know that.

Anyway, it was
a huge misunderstanding,
thank God.

But since you're here
and you traveled
all that way,

maybe | should bank
your blessing

in case | need it
in the very, very
distant future.

Um,

Shawn,

| don't Know, you're sharp.
But | always dreamt that

my daughter would marry
someone unlike me,
someone honest.

Now, look me in the eye
and tell me you've never
lied to my daughter.

Huh? Yeah?
Birds of a feather.

I've always had
trouble with the truth.
All my life.

And it's taken its toll
on the people closest to me.

Mr. O'Hara,
yes, Shawn has bent
the truth on occasion.

But he's as decent
as they come.

In fact, he's the type of
guy I'd want my daughter
to bring home.

Provided he
was mostly black.
And God fearing.

Yeah.
And she wasn't
really my daughter.

I'll think about that.
That's very sweet.

I'll wait for
your next call.

Gus, what happened
to my pickle?

You ate it already.

Can't put anything
over on you.

Look at the time.
| got to fly.

If the NSE calls
looking for me,

tell them I've
dumped my cell phone.

Thanks, man.
You're welcome.

He still hasn't given me
his blessing.

And he took the plate
| made from Color Me Mine.

This guy! Frank!

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

| know, you know

| know, you know

| know, you know