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What? What the...

I screwed up bad, Shawn!

Man, what
are you doing out here?

Keep it down.
Jules is asleep.

It's bad, Shawn.

It's really, really, really bad.

I'm freaking out!

I'm gonna cry. Don't
cry. Don't, don't do it.

Meet me around front.

Jesus, man!

Come in. Come on.
Come on in.

Don't touch anything!
You're filthy!

I know. Okay.
Come on.

Shh! Be quiet.

You look like Bruce
Willis in Blind Date.

I know!
What happened to you?

Okay, okay.

It all started
this morning. At work.

For the nth time. What
do I take in my coffee?

Two creams, three sugars.

No! No, two cream,
three Sweet'N Low,

you mousey, imbecile twit.

Can you believe this guy?

Who does he think he is
talking to her that way?

You know Creech
is a total jag bag.

Should we say something to him?

Are you kidding me?

I fantasize about killing
that man every day.

I would love that!
Okay?

And I don't open my
own mail! You do!

Creech, that is enough!

Excuse you?

Uh, you heard me.

I don't even know you,
do you work here?

I'm Burton Guster.

And that is a person
you are yelling at.

Her name is Helen Blaine

and she's not
just your assistant.

She's a human being.

So, you can't just
talk to her that way.

Not as long as I have
something to say about it.

Whoa! You actually
said that out loud?

I did.

I wish it ended there,
but it doesn't.

Well, guess what?

You have nothing
to say about it.

Because I'm your boss

and you're nothing but a
scared, weak, pathetic peon.

Run along now.

Helen, get in here!

What happened with
the San Antonio email?

- I sent it.
- When did you send it?

To the wrong person!
You know that?

So, now what are we gonna do?

What is San Antonio
gonna do now?

Get the numbers
to the right people!

Take this to Creech's office!

What? Right on, buddy! Right on!

No, not right on, Shawn!
Not at all right on!

Are you crazy?
Get back over there!

I'm proud of you, man.

And not just for
standing up for that girl

but for sticking it to your
boss on your own behalf.

But to be honest, I didn't even
realize you still worked there.

But it takes titanium
knick-knacks

to stand up and quit like that.

No, I don't know what
I was thinking, Shawn!

I need that job.
I have bills.

I have Psych bills.

I have your bills.

You selfish son of a bitch!
What...

That's the most irresponsible
thing you could've done.

Will you let me finish
my story, Shawn?

Man, hurry up.

Okay.

I heard footsteps.

At the time, I was thinking maybe
Creech was burning the midnight oil

and be still there.

I could apologize.

He was dead, Shawn.

Totally dead.

Stabbed to death!
Stabbed to death?

Yes.

Did you kill him?
What? No!

Of course I didn't kill him!
What's the matter with you?

Well, did you call the
police? I was going to.

But then something happened.

What does that mean,
something happened?

What happened? You
got out of there, right?

You got out of there and you
didn't touch anything, right?

I was gonna leave,

then I saw the note I wrote
to Creech still in his hand.

You ate the note?
I panicked, Shawn.

There was no place else to
put it. I didn't know what to do.

All right, all right!

All right, so you did that.

You did that.

But then you
walked out of there,

you walked out of there
without touching anything else.

Am I right?

Is that...
Is that everything?

Oh, my God!

I can't! I can't! Oh!

All right, calm down.
Hey, hey! Hey, calm down!

I'm sure you are making this
sound worse than it actually was.

No,
Shawn. You look at me.

We are in this together.
Okay. Okay.

Just like we always are,
you and me.

I'm gonna throw
some pants on. Okay.

I'm gonna put on
a pot of coffee,

we're gonna go down there
together and we're gonna look at this.

We're gonna make it kosher.
Okay.

What does that mean?
The meats and cheeses,

they're not gonna touch. That's
right, they're not gonna touch.

They're not gonna touch.

You stay here.
I'll be right back.

Holy living...

Yeah.

Dude, I think you might have
actually undersold this thing.

You didn't kill this guy, right?

No!

All right. Well, you've got
innocence on your side.

What? I think we
should call the police

and let the chips
fall where they may.

You're talking like a real
white guy right now, Shawn.

Brothers don't get the
benefit of the doubt.

I will not rot in a cell!

You said we were
in this together.

Come on, man!

You know I'm gonna bake
you a cake with a gun in it.

You said that the meat and the
cheeses are not gonna touch, Shawn!

Well, they're
touching right now!

They're touching right now!

You're gonna poke me
and talk to me crazy!

Dude!
Ah, man!

Now, I'm all dirty.

Shawn,
your nose. It's bleeding.

What? Your nose. It's bleeding.

Dad, we really, really,
really screwed up!

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

Listen, guys.

Everything is gonna be okay,

as long as you didn't tamper
with the crime scene.

You didn't tamper with
the crime scene, did you?

Did you?

I can't believe I'm saying this.

We're gonna have to go back
in there and assess the situation.

I gotta see this for myself.

What the...

No! No!

That's it.

You are gonna come clean.

No, no, no, Dad,
we can't do that.

I'm still black, remember?

This is not a discussion.

Henry, what are you doing here?

Juliet.

There is something that...
We would like to give to you.

It is a small gift.

But it'll have to wait,

because what's going on here?

Uh, well, first of all
that was ridiculously fast.

We got an anonymous call
about a body and I just texted you.

Well, you know us,

if someone gets
murdered in Santa Barbara,

Gus and I are bound
to be close by.

Juliet, a moment
of your time, please.

I think the guys would
like to tell you...

What?

Dorian Creech is dead?

Oh, no. Oh, no!

Oh... No.

You knew this man?

Of course! Dorian
Creech. I work here.

You still work here?

Life is so fleeting.

One day you see a man alive,

yesterday, and then today,

without seeing him at
all in between, he's dead.

Hark the herald angels.

I'm sure his family would appreciate
this heartfelt and descriptive tribute.

Hey, what happened
to you last night?

That's a fair question.
I disappeared.

I had to take papa bear here

to the urgent care clinic

because he was
having chest pains.

And delusional memory loss.

Daddy, it's me!
I've come home.

That's it!
Enough, Shawn!

Juliet, there's something
these guys aren't...

Sir?
No!

You are beet red and your
brow's abnormally sweaty.

- Is it?
- It is very sweaty.

Yeah, your son's right.
You should come with me.

No, I'm... Shawn!
Go on, Pop.

Jules say something!

Relax. Put your head
between your knees.

Shawn, get in here.

All right, our victim has
multiple stab wounds to the back.

Whoever we are dealing
with, they are an expert.

The scene has been
wiped clean as a whistle.

Very little evidence
of foul play.

Also note, the victim's socks

have been removed
but the shoes are still on.

Could be some sort
of sicko murder ritual.

Your blood is on his socks!

Oh, God! Oh!

Detective, uh,
don't let me interrupt.

I just wanted to
introduce myself.

I'm Leslie Sally,
head of security,

Central Coast Pharmaceuticals.

You said your name
was Leslie Sally?

Leslie Valerie Sally, yes.

Well, uh, Sally,

this is sort of an
Adult Swim type situation,

so why don't you
and your blazer run along

and solve the mystery of,
oh, I don't know,

who stole Jenson's lunch.

Shawn, I stole Jenson's lunch.

Well, let's bag and tag
everything on this desk.

Sorry, Detective, you may have
noticed a slight trill in my voice.

I have a minor fear
of speaking in public.

But I wanted to note that
each executive office

is issued a waste basket
with a liner.

And that liner is missing.

That is a great tip,
junior "G" man!

Dude, that vase wasn't
broken when we left.

Detective?
Why are you still here?

You may wanna check
the victim's palm.

His hand seems
to be gripping something.

Then again, it's my first
murder case, what do I know?

I was gonna check the palm.

Part of a note.
"'R' an a-ho."

Smiley face.

Hmm. Funny thing.

Beginners luck!
Detective,

this morning on the
way to work, I had a V8

which may account
for how sharp I've been.

I've also accounted for all
17 trash receptacles.

Each one has
its liner except one,

down the hall
from this very office.

And here's
the interesting thing.

The trash has not been
picked up from last night.

Get out.

Are you sure your title isn't
Chief of Trash Receptacle Liners?

Perhaps you'd all like
to join me in the hallway?

That's not gonna happen, Sally.

Where the hell
are you going, O'Hara?

Let's go.

Here, soda dropped from
the bottom of a waste bag.

I believe the killer
took this route

to dispose of the trash.

This way, Shawn!

This way. Follow me, Shawn!
I don't... This is so narrow!

Yeah, he went down the
hallway. This direction!

All right, Shawn! Shawn!

Gus! This has got to stop.

You guys have gotta come
clean and turn yourselves in.

Shh! Don't make me take
you back to urgent care.

You're a part
of this lie too now.

Besides, none of us
killed the guy.

You stole the man's socks!
What kind of sickos do that?

Mr. Spencer,
your heart.

Guster, I will choke you out.

Look, Dad!
Mr. Spencer, calm down!

Yeah, seriously, Dad. Why do
you wanna sound off alarm bells

before Gus and I have had a
chance to investigate this murder?

That's what we do.
That's what you used to do.

Have a little Spencer faith.

You're floundering, Shawn.

You don't even have a suspect.

I fantasize about killing
that man every day.

Oh, yes, we do.

There. This is
where the trail ends

and our killer made his getaway.

Yes, that's correct.

The killer got away clean!

Clean as a whistle.

Unfortunate, but it's over.

Nobody should be
whistling just yet.

This way, folks.

It's just a theory.

Well, it's not the dumbest
thing I've ever heard.

What kind of a psychopath
stabs a man to death

and then drinks a cup of coffee?

Gotta get out of here.

With any luck, this bad
boy will yield some prints.

Let's have a look, shall we?

Well, looky there.

It's covered with them.

And Bob's your uncle.

Oh, don't tell me.
It's my mug.

Neil
Nebersol is out as a suspect.

He was on the phone with his
shrink when Creech was murdered.

I verified it.

Square one.

Shawn?

I don't even like coffee.

It's just a thing people do.

"Oh, I'll put on
a pot of coffee."

Damn you, Cagney.

And Lacey.

A lot of acid build up
in the esophageal gland.

Evidence of aggravated
vomiting prior to death.

Could be foul play.

Or he could just be bulimic.

Uh, this just in,
I am not bulimic.

Yesterday I ate a
donut out of the garbage.

There's no evidence
of vomit at the scene.

The killer must've
cleaned that up as well.

That liner is missing.

The wounds are deep,
but they're narrow, smooth.

I'm thinking maybe
an ice pick at this point.

And I don't open
my own mail! You do!

Creech, that is enough!

Not me!

I'm thinking
it's a letter opener.

Yes! Helen Blaine.

Creech's assistant.

He threw a letter opener
at her yesterday morning.

All right, that's
something to go on.

I'll check out this Blaine.

O'Hara, get that mug
down to forensics, ASAP.

Uh, ASAP feels a little zealous.

Soonish would suffice!

Jules. Jules, Jules.

Uh. Now that we're, uh,

back in the saddle
in ye old homestead.

Shawn, it's still my homestead
and nothing is back yet.

Last night was a onetime thing.

We're adults. It happens. Right.

Right, we can work out
the logistics later.

Remember that little talk
we had about honesty?

Little?

Well, Honest Shawn has
something tiny to disclose.

Are you kidding me? What
were you guys thinking?

Gus panicked.

I acted like a normal person
in a highly charged situation.

Man, you ate a buck slip.

I will not lie for you, Shawn.

I can't be a part of this.

No, I'm sorry.
It's too late for that.

I'm sorry, Jules. The mug in the
bag is the mug from the house.

Which means your
fingerprints are all over it too.

You took our mug to a murder?

Damn you, Tyne Daly.

And Sharon Gless.

My fingerprints won't be on it if you
did the dishes like you said you did.

Another moment of honesty? I
heard the dishwasher running!

It was empty, okay?
I ran it empty.

What's happening right now?
Look, I don't need you to lie.

I just need you to delay,
all right?

Forensics goes to lunch
in 10 minutes.

So, if you wait 12 minutes
to drop that off,

they won't get to it
till after lunch,

which means Gus and I will
have time to nab a suspect.

You have to stop
looping me into this stuff!

I am not good
in these situations.

How is it that I am now being
punished for being honest?

Hello, O'Hara,
lay off the coffee!

Coffee? What? I haven't
had coffee in like 28 hours.

Twenty-nine hours.
Twenty-eight hours.

Okay.

So, Sally,
the security guard came by

apparently to see what a big
boy police station looks like

and to tell us we may
still be able to recover

some images off
the damaged hard drive

from the security cameras
outside Creech's office.

So, stay tuned.

The killer destroyed the hard
drive. Why didn't I think of that!

Gus, this isn't a great thing!

Why not? Because the killer
would have been on camera

breaking in Creech's office

and then we wouldn't be
in this situation right now!

Yes, but I would be
on there too, Shawn!

Yes, but you didn't kill him!

Man, you didn't kill him,
did you?

I cannot do this
with you right now.

Do what? If you
killed him, just tell me.

I can't do it, Shawn.

Everyone is looking at me
like I am a murderer.

Okay. That's it.

You have to
pull yourself together.

We have to find Helen
before Lassiter does.

- Now tighten it up.
- I can't.

We have a job to do!

Now, you actually
have a job to do.

I quit yesterday, remember?

The only one who knows
that is dead as a donut hole.

Now tighten it up!

Fine!

Ah, Burton Guster, just
the person I wanted to see.

- Really?
- This is Mr. Murray, SVP, from corporate,

flew in from
Sacramento headquarters

this morning to attend the in-office
memorial service for Creech.

Mr. Murray, it is an
honor to meet you.

You are one of
the founding fathers,

you're a legend around here.

Who cares what you think?
What?

I'm kidding.
I'm not kidding.

Uh, what is this?

That's a scratch-n-sniff
sticker. Enjoy it.

Burton Guster.
I recognize the name but

I didn't think
you worked here anymore.

Oh, yeah. I represent the
entire line of Alovaticine.

Ah, yes, makes sense.

You're the perfect guy for
scrotal inflammation creams.

Oh, why is that?

Keep up the good work, huh?

I'm sorry, who are you?

I'm Shawn Spencer.

I'm a singles champion
of hopscotch.

I also use Alovaticine
all the time.

So, you don't work here.
Do you have a pass?

Did you sign in?
Hit the bricks, pal.

Oh, no, no.
Uh... He's my best friend.

Yeah. And he's white.
I'm white.

Today was, "Bring your
white best friend to work" day.

Did you not get the memo?

I didn't get the memo.

And even if I did, I don't
have a white best friend.

That makes two of us.

Though I am an avid camper.

I'm sorry. Guster,

I need you to copy
this sentence three times.

I am sending off
a handwriting sample

from everybody in the company
to be matched against

the note left in Creech's hand.

Whoa! That's in
your job description?

Front and center,
please, Guster.

Strongly suspect that whoever wrote
that note is involved in the murder.

Oh, my God.
That's a shame.

We'll have to... Just
A-B-C, A-B-C, A-B-C, please.

It can't be that hard. I don't
want to miss the memorial service.

Dorian Creech's untimely
death is a tragedy

and not because he was
a good human being.

Who cares about that part?

But because he was one of the
best salesmen of his generation.

Where is Helen Blaine's
desk? Take me to it.

Follow me.

...sweet music of success.

You all deserve scratch and
sniffs and should be sniffing...

Dude! She's not here.

Well, what time does she
usually roll in. She's never late.

Where do you think she is?
I have no idea!

We gotta find out.
I'm so sorry for your loss.

We're up in Phoenix,
we're up in Louisville.

We're up in Sioux City.

So, what I need you to do

is to move forward and continue

to prosper.
We'll do it for Creech.

Dr. Os?

Dorian Creech is dead.

He's gone.
He's not coming back.

Painful but it's a fact.

This company needs a new leader.

Is it gonna be you?
You? You?

I know it's not gonna be you.

And smile.

So, when you feel yourself
getting the sad and gloomies,

sell yourself a smile.

I'll sell you a smile.
Suck it, Shawn.

Now, would anyone else
like to say a few words?

I should probably say...

Mr. Finch?

Neil, where's Helen?

Called in sick.

I should have done the same.

I can't watch Finch go
much farther down this road.

Oh, that's convenient.

Kill your boss
and then call in sick.

Sitting in my cubicle

The clock ticks
and I think of you

I tried to make plans

You'd postpone

Now you're dead

Projects...

You think Helen's really sick?

Not at all.

We find Helen,
we find our killer.

You left without a sign

Your RRSPs are now RIPs

All out of time

I just cut you
an extra set of my keys

Now there's no time

You promised we'd sample some
vineyard wine Spencer for hire.

Woody. I think you boys
should get down here.

Right away.

Never told you but you
look just like Chris Klein

You were sublime

Let me tell you a little story.

As I was doing my standard
inventory of the body,

stomach contents,
wound analysis, sniff test.

Oh, I didn't realize the sniff
test had become standard.

The body had a distinct aroma,

one that is...
It's quite familiar to me.

It was the scent
of cocoa butter.

Man, you know sweat
activates my lotion!

What have I told you, you go
around smelling like a vacation,

it's gonna come back to bite us.

Not so fast, Shawn. I also smelled a
significant amount of Axe body spray.

No.
Instinct, I believe?

I don't think so.

How badly did you two
manhandle this guy?

All right, listen to me, Woody.

We may have had a little
run-in with the body. Oh!

Post death.
Post death.

Gus ate something that was in
his hand and I stole his socks.

Look, it's a long story but
what we need from you right now

is man-discretion.

Just sit on this info until we can
make some real progress on this case.

Fellas, we're brothers.

There isn't much
I wouldn't do for you.

I am a vault of secrecy.

Thanks, man.
I will tell no one!

Brothers from another mother.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, one last thing, fellas.

I cannot be trusted.

I will tell everyone.

Anyone. I was already reaching
for my phone to call someone.

Woody, you're calling me.

Don't pick up!

Hi, Jules. Okay, I just dropped
off the mug to forensics.

You've got
2.5 hours.

Please tell me things haven't
gotten further out of control.

They have not.

Are you being honest?

Nope.

Shawn, have you guys
lost your minds?

Yes, meaning
we'll need to find them.

Mine is gigantaur
and soft to the touch,

like a Chia Pet Head.

Gus' looks like a kidney bean.

Mahalo, Juliet!

My God, Woody, are you okay?

Happier than a swine in poo.

By the way, this is all my idea.

I cannot be trusted.

Okay, this is out of control.

You have tied
the coroner to the couch.

You guys do realize
how insane this is, right?

Yes. You call it insane,
we call it Tuesday.

It's Thursday.
Is it really?

It's fine, J girl.

I got everything
I need and more.

Well, what if something happens?

What if you have
to go to the bathroom?

All covered. A little
something I can depend on.

He's wearing diapers?

Yes, Juliet, he is

But you know what, I think Jack
Bauer also wore adult diapers.

How do you explain him
not going to the canski

for what, eight years?

Gus, a snack perhaps?
What do you want?

Ooh, uh, Serrano ham on rye,

touch of whole grain mustard
and a slice of queso.

Anything domestic.
Surprise me.

We have Cheese Trumpets.
That'll do.

Would you be a doll
and gently feed me?

Thanks, friend.
Okay, this is too much.

All right?
I'm gonna set Woody free.

It's the right thing to do.
End of story.

Jules, you don't understand. I
know you're knee deep in this, Juliet.

I'll sing like a bird
to anyone who will listen.

Hey, Carlton.

Sounds good. Okay.

Where am I?

Um, I'm...
Rob Lowe's house.

Color Me Mine.
Any cave!

I'm at the...
The lady doctor.

For the...
Okay, I'm sorry.

Okay, goodbye.

Dang it, Shawn! I
just lied to my partner.

You said lady doctor?

Well, I panicked!
I got all flustered.

I have to go meet
him at the station.

He was just at Helen's house,
she's not there.

But a neighbor saw her
leaving in some workout clothes,

which is weird because she
doesn't have a gym membership

anywhere in the city. So, we're
gonna expedite a search warrant.

Ooh! I think I know
where Helen might be.

First of all, Helen,
good morning.

Oh, my God!
You scared me!

We know what you did.

So, you can do us all a
favor and stop running.

Seriously, I mean, please,
I'm begging you, stop running.

We get it, okay?
You can run.

You are a runner, but what
you need to do right now is stop

and turn yourself in.
Yes!

Okay! I admit it!

I hated Creech so much.

So I put eye drops
in his coffee.

Hey, I'm not proud of it.

That's why Creech
was throwing up?

But when I returned later
that night to pick up some files,

I found him laying on the floor.

Dead. I had no idea
the eye drops would kill him!

I panicked.

Helen, what you didn't see were
the stab wounds on Creech's back.

You didn't kill your boss.

I really didn't kill
the son of a bitch?

No. Now can we
please stop running?

No way!
I'm so happy,

I feel like I could run forever!

Don't you say that!
Don't you say that!

Okay. Okay, Helen,

you were Creech's assistant,
so you must know

better than anybody who
might have had it out for him.

How about everyone on the
sales team yourself included.

No! No, no, no.

I mean, seriously, his
job paid a million bucks.

But corporate loved him.

He was a star.

That's it, Gus.
A million bucks.

Whoever killed him must've been
the one who was next in line for his job.

Okay.

Oh, great. So, Helen,
thank you very much

for your assistance.

I said it once, Shawn,
and I'll say it again.

I do not feel comfortable
being here right now.

Would you relax?

We're gonna figure out
who's next in line

for Creech's mac daddy job and
hopefully get them to fess up right now.

Well, we better do it
quick because I can tell

I'm already guilty
in everyone's eyes.

You know it's only
a matter of time

before Sally gets the
handwriting results back

and then I'm done,
Shawn. Done!

Dude, you're so right.

He might already
have those results.

Mr. Guster.

Would you care to join Mr. Sally
and myself in the conference room?

Mr. Guster, please.

Sally here has
uncovered the details

of a public confrontation you
had with Mr. Creech yesterday.

I don't know if I'd
call it a confrontation.

No?
No.

You told him, and I quote,

"Say hello to Beelzebub after you
fly first class to the fire pits of hell,

"you black hearted
baby girl bastard."

Mmm, I don't think
those were my exact words.

You know what this is
evidence of, Mr. Guster?

This is evidence of a man
with brass stones.

I'm sorry, what?

You're fearless, Guster.

I don't think I'm following.

You stand up
to authority figures,

and that's exactly what we're
looking for in a new leader.

Congratulations,
you son of a bitch.

You son of a bitch.

You're the new Vice President

of this branch of Central Coast.

Son of a bitch?

Welcome to the club.

Son of a...

Yeah, we're gonna shake. Oh.

Okay.
That's enough touching.

Now, Guster. You're a
man of power here now.

Okay.
That having been said,

I'm gonna have to
ask you to tighten it up.

Tighten what up?
Tighten yourself up.

Uh. Make yourself sing, Guster.

And I'm talking about
the naughty opera.

I don't know what that means.

It means, go live the "you're
not the boss of me" dream.

Sally, anything to add?

Yes, I do.

Mr. Guster, now that you're
calling the shots around here,

I'm sure you'll agree,

our top priority should still be
figuring out who killed Mr. Creech.

Oh, yeah.

That's, woo!
That's the tippy top.

I'm closing in on the culprit.

Really?

Yes, the handwriting experts
have narrowed it down.

No.

Obviously, you will be

excluded.

Of course he'll be excluded!

Don't be ridiculous, Sally.

You're the boss! You can
murder anybody you want!

All right, yeah.

Hey, you're funny.
Do you have a pencil?

Yeah, right. I almost
forgot to mention.

What... What's that?

The video surveillance
hard drives

are in the final stages
of data recovery.

Soon, we'll have an image of
whoever was coming and going

at the time of the murder.

Oh. Okay.

Nice work, Sally.
Thank you.

That's a scratch-n-sniff
sticker for you.

Congratulations.

Go lead the troops, boss man.

Hey, Guster, one more thing.

You're gonna have to lose that almond
cocoa butter lotion you're sporting.

Frankly, it's an embarrassment.

You smell like a jerk.

Go ahead, scratch it, sniff it.

Bananas.

Bingo.

I'm having a melt down!

You should be
having a melt down!

Well, I am.
Good!

Shawn.
All right, relax.

I'm still proud of you. You are?

Under normal circumstances this
would be a great thing for both of us.

Mostly for me.

Sally's moving in fast. We
need to find that killer now.

Gus, follow me.

Stupid Guster and his
stupid, perfect handsome face.

His beautiful mochaccino skin.

Teeth that look like
they came from Atlantis.

What does someone even eat
to look like that?

Finchy may be our murderer.

I also think
he's in love with you.

He's not in love with me, Shawn.

This is good. These prints
are gonna give us our killer,

tie this case up in a
neat little murder bow.

Oh, yeah. You know, it's just so
satisfying matching prints to murderers.

What the hell?
Are you okay?

No. No, you know,
I'm... I'm feeling nauseous.

And crampy and, uh...

Lady doctor?
Yeah.

Oh, dear God.

O'Hara?

You can tell me.

Are you carrying Spencer's
unborn demon seed?

Oh, crap!

Guster and his perfect,
athletic build.

That's what got him the job!

Makes sense. I would...
I would give him the job.

But he could get any job!

Why does he want my job?

It's because he's
got perfect teeth.

Perfect teeth
and a perfect smile.

Man, Finch is in love with me.

Nope. I'm not gonna
let you date a smoker.

I'm not gonna date him, Shawn.

Hey, Jules.

Okay.

That's not great.

Weird.
Super weird.

Okay, bye.

We are out of time.

Lassie is about to have
the print results.

Jules is trying to stall him

by pretending to be
carrying Starfish Spencer.

Starfish who?

My first born, Starfish.

Named after the graceful
and stylish sea creature.

Oh! I like.
I like it a lot.

Man, your boyfriend is gone!

He's not my boyfriend, Shawn!

What?

Where'd he go?

What the...

Man! I don't
wanna run anymore!

Hello, gentlemen!
Sorry to bother you.

Uh... Hey, Sally,
what's happening?

Look what I found.

Just for poops and giggles,
how did you find that?

I did a hypothetical
evidence disposal route

based on the criminal
profile I'd established

for the perpetrators
of the crime,

which led me
to T.J. Maxx,

where I bought these boots.

Priced competitively.

Then, I went to the dumpster
behind Calamity Juan's Mexican cafe.

Ring a bell?

I also have this.

Guess who wrote the note that was
clenched in Mr. Creech's dead hand?

Okay. Okay, Sally, you got
me. All right? You got me.

You know who wrote
the note to Creech?

Me! It was me. But you
know what? I did not kill him.

Mr. Guster, I know
two things to be true.

One, Teddy Fincher
is in love with you.

Told you.
Suck it, Shawn.

Two, you did not
kill Mr. Creech.

Thank you.

You crafty son of a bitch. You know
exactly who killed Creech, don't you?

Well, go ahead.
Tell us who it is.

Sally?

Sally! What...

Sally?

Gus, remind me what deja vu is?

This is deja vu.

Gus, you realize that bag is
a treasure trove of our DNA.

Oh. Blood, sweat,
tears, hair, your boogies.

We're gonna fry for this, Shawn.

Yeah. Well, you'll fry.

I'll plea down to community
service of some kind.

What? But I am still with
you on this thing, man.

And if you wanna go against
everything we stand for,

learn from our mistakes, then we should
probably not dispose of that evidence.

But if you wanna
stick with tradition,

make the same mistakes
over and over and over again,

then we should just...
No. No, no.

I'm not touching a thing, Shawn.

I don't need to.
You know why?

I'm innocent, and the
truth shall set me free.

Hurricane Carter,
I'm proud of you.

I'm proud of me too.

But the truth is gonna land
you in a field, probably in Moab...

Oh no... In front
of a firing squad

full of men that look
like Patrick Wilson.

Spencer! Guster! You two
have a lot of explaining to do!

This ends now, Shawn.

Gus!

Never! I've got
something. Follow me.

Where the hell are you going?

Wait!

Playtime's over, Sally.
Get up. Sally!

Oh, crap.

Guster?

Sherman, call this in,
secure the crime scene.

Morrison and whatever the hell
your name is, come with me.

We have a body.

Where the hell are we?

It's in times like these,

our darkest hours,
I find clarity...

Sorry, everybody! Sorry.
Sorry, everyone! Excuse us!

Sorry to interrupt.

With regards to this
month's sales contest,

first prize is
a Cadillac Eldorado.

Second prize is
a set of steak knives.

Shawn, we do not
have time for Baldwin.

Lassie is gonna come around that
corner any second now and arrest us.

All right, all right, all
right. It is at this point

that I will give you
all closure.

I know who killed Dorian Creech.

It was this guy.

Mitch Murray,

the sharp dressed salesman
who gave his life to this company,

but who was also
cooking the books.

Inflating the numbers
so it looked as if

every branch office of Central Coast
was doing gangbusters business.

That is completely
and categorically false.

The police have a large bag of evidence
on level 4-F of the parking garage.

5-E, Shawn.

Inside this large bag,

they will discover a fax
of various earning reports

sent by Dorian Creech.

A fax containing
the real numbers.

You came down here to
sweet talk him, didn't you?

You knew he was on
to your little scheme,

and I am sensing that
you tried to buy his silence

by offering him a job
as starting small forward

for the San Antonio Spurs.

With our pharmaceutical
division in San Antonio.

That too. But he
didn't want that job.

He wanted the sweet, big
wig job you have in Sac-Town,

isn't that right?

So, you know what? I don't want
your stupid job in San Antonio.

I'm gonna get your job.

Now because Dorian Creech is the
three time gold medalist of "D" bags,

he relished the opportunity
to take you down.

So what did you do?

You stabbed him
three times in the back,

with a letter opener.

Are you really gonna
listen to this guy

who doesn't even
tuck in his shirt?

Nobody even knows your name!

What's my name?

Suck it.
That's my name.

And what's your fatal flaw?

You didn't realize that one of your contact
lenses popped out during the attack.

This is Mr. Murray,
SVP, from corporate.

That's what put you
at the crime scene, Jack.

And what you definitely
didn't count on

was rock star, badass security
guard, Valerie Laverne Sally.

His name is Leslie, Shawn.

Sally was getting too close, just
hours away from restoring the footage

on the damaged
security hard drives,

so you poisoned
the man's Thermos!

Now the $60,000 question.

Is that accurate?

You're darn right it is.

Nowadays, I gotta
pump up numbers,

make excuses for all you losers!

And that greedy son of
a sailor, Dorian Creech,

he decides he's gonna
out me and take my job?

Well, that wasn't gonna happen.
Not by him. Not by nobody.

I even promoted this boob
to lead the branch

so as to avoid that
ever happening again.

Do not move!
Spencer! Guster!

I am...

He just solved it, didn't he?

Damn it!

You two nimrods still have
a lot of explaining to do.

Helen...

Goodness.

I like your shirt, Gus.

Thanks, Finchy.
Thanks.

It's all right.

Psych.

Finchy, I can't talk right now.

Yes, of course
I like spicy food.

What? No, I can't go out
to dinner with you.

As a friend or...

No, I will not text you later.

What was that all about?

Gus' co-worker's in love
with him, but he's a smoker.

Guys, I've made a decision.

I would like to remain
in the dark

when it comes to the ways you
guys go about solving your cases.

Jules, that is
a very wise decision.

And not just because
we are in the dark.

The true beauty is that you
have nothing to worry about.

Gus and I never leave
anything behind

when we clean up our messes.

Hey, guys.

Woody!
Woody!

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