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"Once upon a time...

"The end."

What? What the hell is that?

These pages are too sticky.

"A man with incredible skill
faced his most difficult challenge."

Ah, unbelievable.

"Across a vast and
dangerous land,

"he... he..."

I... I need to fix this.

This is gonna drive me nuts.

"He would bring old friends and
foes together to calm a great evil,

"and though he holds a great
secret, unknown to all but a few...

"The end."

Ah, I give up.

Let's just say it was an
adventure like no other.

There's a town on the coast

On the path of Father Serra

Wealthy white guys in boats

Call the US Riviera

With a dark dirty secret

Soon to be unfurled

It's the murder
capital of the world

Wait, what?

You know, lots of
killing. Nobody knows.

You're talking about here? Yes.

Um, no.

Gus, come on.
Take a look around.

It's Santa Barbara, man,
home of the Yin/Yang killer.

That was one serial
killer, years ago.

Let me ask you something. Why
are you raining on my parade?

Don't you have to be at work?

And this town needs a man

Who can stop
this reign of terror

Catching bad guys like flies

When he's given room for error

A man who sees clues
almost if they were alighting

Gets accused to confess

'Cause his hair Is so exciting

And though his attire's informal

His skills are paranormal

La, la, la, la la, la, la

Hoo-dee-hoo hoo-dee-hoo

Ahh!

Seriously? You're
talking about you?

Yes, I am. Is there
a problem with that?

Um, where do I start? First
of all, you're not a psychic.

Shh.

Who could be listening,
the dancing guy?

Gus, don't be the
kites upon strings.

We need to be a tad more
cautious with our little secret.

Other cops cannot...
Little secret?

You're living a lie.

Your girlfriend doesn't know,

and the last time I
checked, you're not a cop.

All right, you know what? Fine.

A cop I am not

I'm just good at observation

But with shortcuts And cons

And the proper presentation

They believe that I can
raise a finger to my head

See the past, read a mind

And can mingle with the dead

And sure, my girl's deceived

But that web's already weaved

Woven

Weav-ied?

Woved

The key is that I'm in
too deep to turn back now

So I tell these lies

Under Santa Barbara skies

The truth

Is a slippery slope to tread

When you're over your head

I do

What I have to for
the common good

I'm misunderstood

And I'd come clean

If I only could

Yeah

But I can't You mean you won't

It's the same Not even close

Just don't ask I didn't ask

It was implied Define "implied"

You don't know Yes, I know

And I really don't care

Someone's bound to expose

Funny business we're conducting

Lighten up, we're all good

Would you please
stop interrupting?

All I know, it's just me

Always cleaning up the mess

While your hair gets the credit

Getting people to confess

It's why I moisturize

Under Santa Barbara skies

The truth of the matter

Is it's all good fun

Till an eye comes out

I do what I have to

For my own safety and legality

'Cause technically

It's a felony

It's just a fib It's a crime

They won't care
Yes, they'll mind

And we'll probably do time

Over there is my dad
Here to offer his assistance

Yeah, not happening.

With occasional resistance

So we face it alone

All this dark and dirty scheming

Hope it's not like the time

That my partner
went off screaming

When I fought No, you hid

No, I didn't Yes, you did

I'm just trying not to
be the one who dies

Under Santa Barbara

Skies

Santa Barbara

Santa Babs

She's our Babs

Good old Babs

Santa Barbara skies

You, come here!

Gus, I'm telling you, man.

Somebody needs to be
on standby for the bloodbath

that's about to wash over
our sleepy little community.

Shawn, will you stop it?

Nothing terrible is gonna
happen in this wonderful place.

Hmm.

Patient rooms 70
through 86, clear.

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

Dragging my heels

McNab! No singing.

Sorry, Detective.

I need you to issue a BOLO
for a Zachary Wallace Zander.

Also known by his
nom de plume, Z.

His what?

His nom de plume.

His pen name.

Name he uses to... Never mind.

He was a playwright
and composer.

Spent seven years obsessively
working on a Jack the Ripper musical.

The night before
previews, he goes crazy,

locks a critic in the theater,
burns the place down.

That was back in '05.

Last night, he escaped
from the insane asylum.

We gotta catch
this nutjob, and fast.

Dragging my heels No singing!

Sorry, Detective.

Troubled?

Does it show?

Oh, a bit.

You care to share?

I'm a good listener,

and I don't get
much human contact.

It's a long story.

Do I look rushed?

Looks like my squirrel
friends have abandoned me.

I'm a writer.

And the last project
didn't work out.

Uh, books, movies?

Ever hear of the Santa
Barbara Playhouse?

Well, I can't say I get
out to the theater much.

Well, let me start at
the beginning, then.

Okay.

It was called Ripper!

Old London. Dark.

Very cool, or I thought.

And after seven years...

And change after endless change,

I thought we had something.

In the dark of your shade,
you should all be afraid.

They will call me "Ripper".

Okay, that was nice, Chris, but
what if Elisa comes in just a bit earlier.

Like this? Yeah.

Okay.

Okay? Hmm.

I can fix it.

We are fixing it, bit by bit.

Have you slept at all?

There's no time for sleep.

Look, I have revisions for you.

We'll get there during
previews, I promise.

Just take care
of yourself, okay?

I'm... Hold on one second.

What's up?

Who let Andrew Scheck in?

Nobody, we wouldn't let a critic in
before previews, especially Scheck.

He watched the entire run-through
yesterday, and he's writing a piece.

Off of a run-through? Mmm-hmm.

He can't. He did.

We're done.

We're done? No.

Can we talk?

So this Scheck is
an important person?

Very powerful, but not really
very kind to any of us ever.

Bottom-feeder.

He shouldn't have been there.

He shouldn't have been there.

I'm hearing it's over. Over?

No, Z, you're getting paranoid.

It'll be okay. No, it's not.

Oh, my God.

He's here. Who?

Scheck. He's trying to kill us.

Kill the show?

There's too much at stake.

Try to sleep.

Elisa!

Get over here!

Something's wrong
beneath the artifice

I feel the ground
becoming liquid

Something's wrong

The elements conspire to
see that I become the victim

Something wrong
in this proscenium

The death of optimism's lurking

Something wrong
gives me the clarity

To stop conspiracies
from working

You can't be here

You can't do this

That... That didn't
really happen, right?

It did.

Those people died?

One.

Why, why would you tell me,

a random stranger?

But you're not random.

You're like me. You
don't have any friends.

You're invisible. You'll listen.

How... How do you know this?

Because I've
watched you every day

from my window
across the street.

Isn't... Isn't that
an institution?

Not a very good one.

They don't listen.

But this is a murder confession.

You'll... You'll go to jail.

They don't always
send murderers to jail.

Yeah, there's... There's
no reason to tell me.

But there is!

Because then you'll understand
what I'm about to do to you.

The cameras lost Zachary
about 30 feet from this gate,

so he would have
hit the street here.

Where he went after this
spot is anybody's guess.

Not anybody's guess. Mine.

He went to the left, Doctor.

Chief Doctor, Detective.

It's Head Detective,
Chief Doctor.

Why left?

Because the bus station
is directly down this road.

He will look sane as tax relief

compared to the slobbering
stew of genetic do-overs

that populate the main terminal.

I'm sorry, did you say...

Slobbering stew of
genetic do-overs? Yes, I did.

But I'm not talking about
your whackadoodles.

I'm sure they're all lovely.

They're not... We know.

Look, Detective Lassiter can be a
little insensitive and also, he's wrong.

I think that the parking
lot cameras picked up Z,

so I believe he went right.

The spirits are telling me that
he went directly across the street,

into the park, into the woods.

Spirits are telling him?

He's a psychic.

And who believes this?

Most of us. Not me.

Doctor, you too
will soon believe.

Hello, my name is Shawn Spencer

This is my partner, Lil Wayne

The evidence
here's underwhelming

But my intuition is insane

A trained observer
misses nothing

Each imperfection is a trail

It's not a question
of if or where

But when the guilty
party goes to jail

Come with me.

The park The bus

The park The bus

The spirits are sticklers,
just check with Gus

Ow!

There's no way I'm
wrong about this.

I've heard it both ways

The right way and then yours

I've heard it both ways

Let's not open any sores

I've heard it right and wrong

Don't Cheech my Chong anymore

Ah. Spencer, give me my phone.

Spiritual GPS. I can't help it.

Spencer, give me my phone.

Has he seen anyone, professionally,
about this psychic thing?

Yes, he stayed in a
facility once across town.

It was for a case.

He loved it.

That's true, Doctor!
I cannot deny it.

It was quite a treat.

Allow me to demonstrate.

To the park!

The fates already set in motion

I feel the crime
scene come alive

Drop all your preconceived
emotions and notions

Unless you're Nova Scotian

And feel the criminal connive

And that is how I do it.

Congratulations, Spencer.

You finally solved the great
peanut-shelling caper of '09.

As we all suspected,
it was the chipmunk.

You are embarrassing us.

Gus, don't be the very model
of a modern major general.

Look at those shells.

They're cracked
by tiny, adorable,

rabies-infested,
plague-causing rodent teeth.

Now look over there.

Those shells are smashed
violently, almost as if...

Our victim's here
and feeding vermin

Your patient
drifts into his view

He scoots aside,
but still uncertain

What this dark
stranger's gonna do

You get all this from
broken peanuts?

Perhaps we're
drifting off the track

This is a psychic
demonstration I'm makin'

They lost a mental patient

I'm not sure which
of them is cracked

The nuts?

You're cracked You're nuts

I've heard it both ways

The right way and then yours

I've heard it both ways

Let's not open any sores

I've heard it right and wrong

Don't diph my thong

Any more

Oh, any more

Oh, any more

Oh, any...

Ew.

This guy didn't
just want to escape.

I mean, this is...

The beginnings of a rampage.

O'Hara, you pull every
contact this kook Z ever had.

We are gonna have to dig deep.

This crazy hasn't spoken to
another person in seven years.

Actually, Detective,
he started speaking.

Recently.

It's complicated. And what?

You pinky-swore you
wouldn't tell anybody?

It was a doctor-patient matter.

Although this changes things.

I'm sorry. You said
it was complicated?

The confidant is
another patient.

Take me to this patient now.

There'll be sleigh
bells and songs

And homemade pipe bombs

Dee tee dee tee

Paul, watch the changes.

Hi, Shawn.

Is Paul her name for
the karaoke machine?

No, nothing that strange.

It's the name for her
imaginary piano player,

Paul Hogan.

The Crocodile Dundee
guy? Mmm-hmm.

He seems to calm her.

Shh, pipe down, Hellboy. What?

It's a very special day.

An afternoon of music and story,

and Shawn, I say this
from my heart when I tell you

I'm so glad I did not
detonate your mother.

And thank you, Paul.

And with the magic
of the season,

I wish I could not blow
her up all over again.

Does she know
what month this is?

Can't be sure.

I indulge her.

And Gus, Mr. Central
Coast, please take a bow.

Yes.

Sit down, Avon man.

Pharmaceutical salesman.

Why are you antagonizing them?

I do not sell face cream, Shawn.

I sell the drugs that keep you
people from seeing dragons at night.

Should we do this in private?

Z's escape was great, right?

Is there video? Can we watch?

Yang, we have to hurry, okay?

Z is extraordinarily
smart and determined.

He's also very talented.

Okay.

He has the soul of a monkey,

and the cuticles
of an aesthetician,

which is why I love him so.

That is crazy.

Sometimes I feel like I
have a monkey inside of me.

I say that because his
nails are immaculate.

Ow!

Do you know what Z's plan is?

I do, every step.

Great. So tell us
where he's going.

Nope, can't do that.

Uh, that's why we're here.

You didn't come for my show?

Both. We came for both.

You don't have to
lie to me, Shawn.

I can see right through you.

Tsst, tsst, tsst.

Just tell us where
his next victim is.

Victim? Or victims?

There's more than one? Maybe.

But a girl needs a date
before she offers her bounty.

Fine, what do you want?

Cigarettes? A shiv?

A free pass on spending
the night in "the box"?

What kind of institution
do you think we run?

Z taught me to love the theater.

And this, I'm not going to have
a card like this to play again.

No, no, we can't
get you out of here.

Oh, I just bet you can.

No, Yang. Suck it.

All right, Yang, you've
had your little day of fun.

Now, let's get to work.

Everybody be careful. This place hasn't
been touched since the night of the fire.

Nope.

No, no. Don't know.

No.

"Don't know"?

Well, here's a place to start.

Uh, why did he escape?
How did he escape?

What's his plan?
And where is he?

Yang?

Use your words. What's wrong?

In my head, it's a musical.

What's a musical? All of this.

And I don't mean one
of those stupid musicals

where they just redo old songs.

I hear that.

That stuff does not
belong on the boards.

So that's your new thing? You're just
gonna sling around stage terminology?

Yes.

His tap teacher got him an audition
for Shakespeare in the parking lot,

but get this, it's not
even Shakespeare.

We're doing Wall-E.

Eeeeva.

Wow, Disney is really running
out of movies to turn into musicals.

I'm thinking a classic musical.

It would really get me going

if you could just
perform a little for me.

Perform?

No.

No, no, no.

Talk, talk, talk now.

Hey, Carlton, I don't
think that's going to help.

Dr. Adair said to handle
her with kid gloves.

Uh, guys,

this might sound crazy, but
I think we can pull this off.

Does anyone play bass?

Officer Ham and Eggs.

Give me a little, uh,
walking bass line.

Huh? Huh? Yeah.

I can't believe it's not butter!

Absolutely not. You want
to catch this guy or not?

Yang, you're such a pretty girl

And sweet girls love to sing

And when sweet sirens

Lift their voices

They can tell me anything

Yeah, like, tell me who
this loon's gonna whack,

before I strangle it out of you.

Lassie, stop it.

First of all, that
doesn't even rhyme.

Secondly, she has every
piece of this puzzle right here,

so in the interest
of saving lives,

why don't we
put in a little time

and a little bit of effort?

I'm not gonna do this.

Yes, you are, because you can.

Because it's easy. Watch this.

When you're making up a song

The words you
improvise are never wrong

Just jam in as many syllables
as you can before the break

You literally cannot
make a mistake

Well?

Well, haven't I done enough?
You haven't done anything.

Maybe not yet.

When you're working a cold case

Not gonna do this.

And want to start

Where would be the best place?

Not gonna do this.

We can assume that
Z would like to kill again

Can you tell us where to begin?

You'll find it might atone

For all the things you've done

You'll pay a bit back to society

You'll finally be
free Well, figuratively

Would they name a
pharmaceutical for me?

We'll see It could be

Not likely

Please don't make me do this

Ow!

When you're making up a tap

You can do anything you like

Except for that

No, you never No,
you never can go wrong

Now, now

Nothing can go wrong

When you're making up a song

Big man.

Now make me a ballad.

Yes, where my true
love comes out of the fog

and takes me by the hand.

Yanger, you're killing me here.

You got to give us something,

after all the... Art.

Art that we just
drummed up for you.

Shawn?

You're the greatest psychic
the world has ever known.

I couldn't just tell
you the answer.

That would be cheating.

I can't give you more
than I've already given.

That's it.

Gigantor, lock her back up.

I knew this was going to be
a monumental waste of time.

Wait!

I wonder what's up there?

Cheeky, cheeky.

Z was living here.

At the end, he couldn't leave.

Changes, day and night.

Nobody knew he
was shacking up here.

He was the Phantom.

Billy Zane. The other Phantom.

There's no other Phantom.

I'm sensing he's
been here recently.

You are so good, Shawn.

Where is Miles Thornton?

Miles Thornton is
the show's producer.

We've got a home and a current work
address for him, the California Theater.

You two, hit the theater.

I'll take Mr. T and Cracker
Jacks back to the loony bin.

We'll hit the house.

And you might want to hurry.

Miles?

If you see him, tell me first.

I pray he's not on
another bender.

He's an alcoholic?

Highly functioning, yes.

You know, I am trying to
launch a show and a venue here,

and I've got a producer who
suddenly can't keep it together.

You own this place?

I restored it myself.

Oh, so you're saying
you're looking for new talent?

From the local pool perhaps?

No, he's not even
sort of saying that.

It was implied, Shawn.
He's launching a new show.

I'm up for a role in
another production.

To play a mute cartoon robot.

I would play Burn-E,
a small but pivotal role

where I change a light
bulb outside of a spaceship.

And that audition
was a month ago.

They're not calling you
back. You don't know.

We have some questions for you.

Like, have all the
roles been cast?

This is sad.

We preview tomorrow.

Really?

I know why Z escaped.

You're resurrecting Ripper!

Wait, you're saying that
Zachary Zander is out?

Yes, and you idiots
are doing his play.

No, we're doing a
Jack the Ripper story.

Which is his play. No.

Z's version was crazy.

We're using Miles' set design,

and the director, Ben,
wrote this new script.

It's a completely
different show.

Surely you can understand

how a crazy man might
find all this just a bit upsetting.

Listen, first time I stepped
foot into this beautiful city,

the Ripper! fire
was the headline.

It was tragic, but then
I got to know more,

and I thought, well, the concept
for this show is incredible.

It deserves to be put on.

He's right. This is good.

Give me that.

Question. Uh-huh.

This inspector character,

do you think he could be, mmm...

A Jamaican?

If I wanted to lose
all my money, yes.

Wow, this is pretty good.

This song totally rhymes.

But don't you
think this inspector

should have a full
head of sweet hair

and a reasonable-sized forehead?

I was reading that. Stop.

Give it to me. Give it to me.

Give it, give it, give it.

That's my script.

Do you have a sec?
Of course, Janet.

Audra. Damn it.

You know, I want to be as
sensitive as a businessman can be.

These people up here,
they've worked too hard

to see all of their
efforts destroyed

by one deranged individual.

Raincheck.

It was the victim's house.

You can't use the hide-a-key.

The place was a
mess, and next-of-kin

are notoriously unmotivated
when it comes to access.

Hey, what's the
matter with you lately?

You've been a
sourpuss this whole case.

See, that just goes to show
how well you're paying attention.

I'm always like this.

Damn it! I asked
for phone records.

How difficult is that?

Oh.

I had tickets.

What? Tickets to opening
night of Ripper! seven years ago.

Victoria really
wanted to see it,

and we were possibly
gonna reconcile, and then...

And then someone died
and the place burned down?

Yeah.

She's not the most
understanding of people.

Unlike you. Exactly.

So I told her I thought

she was being a little callous,

then she told me
what she thought.

Then our marriage was over.

Carlton, you're
with Marlowe now.

You have never been
happier in your whole life.

I thought I was happy then too.

And then a play gets canceled.

Because someone died.

Yup, and you spend the
next seven years alone.

Carlton, let me
tell you something.

Relationships don't always
have to be that fragile.

I mean, I believe that...

Thornton was getting
phone calls every half an hour

throughout the night since
the moment Z escaped.

We gotta figure out where
these phone calls came from.

Hey, good talk.

Z broke out of the
asylum by himself.

Yes, but don't worry.

We're gonna bring
this madman to justice.

All right, he just
got a little lost.

He's not a madman.

I think we'll get
a different opinion

from the guy he
attacked in the park.

You're saying Z
attacked someone?

Z? Is this true?

Guys, this is Chris Lamberth.

He's been with us
for both productions.

Lambert? Like The Highlander?

Lamberth with an "h".

It's different. Not really.

It just sounds like
you're saying it with a lisp.

Or with a Dum Dum
Pop in your mouth.

You need to change
your name immediately.

It's like calling yourself
Jean-Claude Van Dammit.

Besides,

there can only be one.

Who the hell are you two?
My name is Shawn Spencer.

This is my partner,
King Mongkut.

Et cetera, et cetera.

We're tracking
down a serial killer

that's probably pretty
angry that you're doing

a new version of
the show he killed for.

And maybe audition for the show.

Has the role of the
inspector been cast?

I am the inspector.

Sir, calm down.

I'm just saying the
show seems a little white.

Yeah. It's set in
London in 1888.

So what are you saying?

Black people hadn't
been invented yet?

Gus, relax.

If a black dude's
getting cast in this show,

I think we both know which
one of us it'll be. What?

The fella who can say,
"Hey, hey, over here.

"Hey, that's quite
enough of that there...

"Ripper."

Should we be
worried? Probably, yes.

Good news for you is,

we're pretty sure
he's going after

the producer,
Miles Thornton, first.

Of course, nobody seems
to be able to find that guy.

Oh, well, I just saw
Miles two minutes ago.

He was going up the catwalk.

No kidding.

We need to talk
to him right away.

Are you sure it can't wait?

Ah, tell him it can't.

A visitor.

Well... Hello.

Whoa.

Thank you, enormous human being.

Hopefully your husband
here doesn't mind

you being in the same
room with a naked man.

Oh, I'm not married.

Well, in that case, what
about two naked men?

Ooh.

Strode, she's a killer.

Agree to agree.

Could we just hop to it?

I believe this one's
pretty cut and dry.

It is.

Suicide. Am I right?

What are you talking
about? That's insane.

Relatively speaking.

The victim made no
attempt to break his fall,

the catwalk railings were
too high for him to be pushed,

and everyone in the backstage
area saw him go up alone.

Yes, long-term alcohol
and antidepressant abuse,

but was sober as a Judge...
Reinhold impersonator...

When the fall happened.

Plus he just...

Just kind of has a sad face.

Woody, a patient escaped
from a mental institution

and looked up this man's name

right after this man
re-launched a play

that drove him to kill.

Well, when you
put it like that, yeah,

anyone could look
guilty. But think about this:

Often it's the opposite

Of what you might expect

Try to think too logical

You're usually incorrect

Trust your wife has never joined

A dark religious sect

It's the opposite of that

The opposite of that

I'm divorced. Stop
hitting on the prisoner.

He was threatened Immaterial

He was frightened Inexact

You don't think he ran up there

Because he'd been attacked?

Try to be rational

You'll free your head from pains

Inanity is sanity

When dealing with remains

Think your wife was not

With White Sox
slugger Harold Baines

It's the opposite of that

He even left behind his bat

Would you stop bringing
up your cheating wife?

We all know you've
been cuckolded.

You do realize they don't
personally sign those bats?

The real question here is

who still has a
Harold Baines bat?

Look, all we are
simply trying to do is

stop people from getting killed.

Z literally wiped this
guy's name off the list.

Do you have a sec?
Of course, Janet.

Audra. Damn it.

Dude, every person
on this list is back

for the new show
except the actress, Elisa.

That stripe doesn't stop
at Miles Thornton's name.

We gotta get out of here.

What if we miss
something important?

Often it's the opposite

Of what you might assume

Think you're too full for Jell-O

I can prove there's always room

Find your wife hot-tubbing

With a cabbie from Khartoum

It's the opposite of that

How do you sleep, Matak?

It's the opposite of that

It's the opposite of

That

That

I think we're safe.

Hey, man, take this file.

Take it.

Hello, Elisa, my name
is Shawn Spencer.

This is my partner,
Gigi van Tranh.

Van Trenh. I've
heard it both ways.

You never even saw
the show. What show?

Who's that?

That's Yang.
She's a serial killer.

Is this safe? Probably not.

Elisa, a man named Z escaped

from a mental
facility last night.

I know. Wait, how do you know?

He called me last night.

What did he say? Not a word.

So how did you
know it was him then?

He was playing piano.

His playing is more
distinct than a voice.

Let me get this straight.

A serial killer
gives you a buzz,

plays some creepy tunes,

and this doesn't
concern you at all?

It was my song.

He wrote you a song?

What was it like?

Was it a ballad?
Could you hum it?

Not really mine originally.

It was his first song.

He used to change the lyrics
for me when I was feeling down.

Aww.

Don't feel bad, I
have a sandwich here

It's made with
fresh organic turkey

Those are the words?
I was paraphrasing.

All right, listen, lady.
Miles Thornton is dead,

and Z's got you on speed dial.

So I'm gonna put
an officer outside

your house here
until we find this guy.

It's not necessary.

Trust us. Question in the back.

All the other major players
are doing the new show.

Why didn't you get the invite?

The night of the
fire was tragic.

Some of us had
trouble getting out.

That's tough, but you
didn't answer my question.

I don't think I was
right for it anymore.

Cool.

So here's something interesting.

Midnight in Whitechapel.

Hmm? What's that?

It's the new Jack
the Ripper show,

and it's expected
to do very well.

What makes you say that?

Well, there are negotiations
to go to New York.

Oh, like, off-Broadway?

No, like on Broadway. Really?

Dude, you were just humming
a Tevin Campbell medley.

- How did you even hear that?
- Wait a minute.

So the first
production of Ripper!

Was gonna be dead upon arrival

before even getting one
performance off the ground.

And now Z's out of the picture

and this new show's about to be

on the cusp of a
financial windfall?

Yeah, and the entire creative
team is going to make a mint.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Elisa's on this list.

Why didn't she mention that?

McNab, I need you to
ask two-face a question.

Oh, my God.

Sorry. Insensitive.

Please ask Elisa why
she failed to reveal

a damning piece of evidence,

the main reason that
Z might want to kill her.

Um, Detective,
can I call you back?

Yeah, I'm hearing
something in the woods

and I may have a situation here.

Crap.

Come on, whackadoo, let's go.

It came from over there.

I see him!

So how's your mom?

We got him!

Nice work, McNab.

What the hell?

Holy crap, Gus.

There's two of 'em.

I'm sorry.

He let me loose
and told me to run.

I... I did what he said.

Crap.

Elisa!

Open up! Elisa!

Open up! We gotta
get in there, Gus.

Elisa!

This is so much
harder than it looks.

Oh, what? I have a better idea.

What kind of candy do you like?

That was ill-advised.

It was him. It was Z.

Stay here. All right.

Did you hear about Pluto?
That's messed up, right?

I hurt no one, they deceive you

Come with me, Z

I believe you

Spencer!

Ah.

This is our victim
from the park bench.

That S.O.B. used
him as a human decoy.

That S.O.B. just punched
me square in the face.

Ah, I think we have
bigger problems than that.

Uh, where's Yang?

"Once upon a time..."

Oh, seriously? Wow.

"A dark and twisted man

"escaped the confines
of an eerie asylum

"to wreak havoc upon those
who carried on his life's work

"without his knowledge.

"Victims were..."

That's a little graphic,
don't you think?

Quite easy to imply death

without shoving it
down one's throat.

What the hell is that?

"But our hero began
to doubt the guilt

"of the only villain
he imagined...

"And thus began to wonder,

"what do you do

"when everything
you know is wrong?"

Well, not only did we miss Z,

we also managed to
lose the biggest serial killer

in the history of Santa Barbara.

We have a guard in the
ICU and Yang on the loose.

Congratulations,
all. Solid work.

I'm sorry, Mr. Spencer, are you
uninterested in this conversation?

No. Yes. I mean, no, I'm just...

I'm wondering why
he killed the producer,

but not our loner in the park.

He was actually sort of kind.

He knocked you out and
dragged you to his car.

Right, he needed a
vehicle for his escape,

but he could have
just taken your keys

and killed you right there.

No, he was hanging
onto the pathetic bastard

until he needed him
as a human decoy.

- I'm right here.
- Oh, come on.

There's no way Z
could have possibly

planned that far ahead.

He would have known we
would have had somebody

stationed outside that house.

It didn't feel right. Speaking
of things that don't feel right,

why exactly is McNab no longer
guarding that woman's door?

She's refused our help.

Apparently, she
feels less safe with us.

That's rough for the group.

But in our defense,

it is very difficult to
break down a door, Chief.

It's not like it looks on TV.

That was solid oak.

I'm pretty sure I
dislocated my shoulder.

You didn't dislocate
anything. Yes, I did, Shawn.

If it wasn't for my
overdeveloped lats,

I'd be in a sling right now.

You don't have overdeveloped
lats. You own the sling.

It was never given
to you by a physician.

You don't need a
prescription for a sling, Shawn.

Guys, I think this
proves my point.

Even the victim wasn't
scared of this guy.

It's made me rethink everything
I thought I knew about Z,

which wasn't a
whole lot to begin with.

What are you saying?

I'm saying I don't
think Z did this. Wow.

Mr. Spencer.

I'm sorry, Chief.
Please continue.

Okay, so needless to
say, this is a disaster.

So we put all the
resources that we have

in finding both of...

Oh, I can't believe
I'm saying this...

Of our escaped patients.

So we are gonna do
whatever it takes to find them.

Shawn, I am making
my first Skype call ever.

Yang, you get
back here right now.

No, I'm sorry, Shawn.
I just can't do that.

I don't think I was ever
meant for that hospital.

Okay, first of all, you know
that is the exact opposite of true,

and I still need your
help in a big, big way.

Well, you know you
can ask me anything.

Okay. Is Z innocent?

Is that what this
whole thing is about?

Now, you know
what you need to do

for those kinds of inquiries.

Yang, I can't... I can't
make up showtunes for you

in the middle of a
police briefing, okay?

Fine, then we have
nothing to talk about.

Perhaps later I
will call you. Maybe.

Whoa, whoa... Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on.

Okay, we've compiled
a full profile on Z

based on both the
2005 court documents,

along with new analysis
provided by Dr. Adair

and the staff at Willowbrooke
Psychiatric Hospital.

Of note in these reports
is a consistent belief

that Zander was making
tremendous progress

up until recently.

La

Hmm...

No, I don't mean to
be hypercritical, Shawn,

but really, this feels
a little bit spare.

Have you worked on my ballad?

No, Yang, I'm...

I'm not working
on a ballad, okay?

I'm not gonna write
you a love song

where your true love
comes through the clouds

and takes your hand

while wearing a
giant white, furry robe.

Let us catch Z, and then
he can write it for you, right?

And then there won't
be a third murder.

Uh, first of all, if this
is the kind of negativity

we're gonna go
for, then you know...

Good-bye.

No, it's not.

You sit tight.

I have a surprise for you.

Okay, all shifts not on overtime

now have extended hours
with the full cooperation

of the hospital.

And Dobson, please
find out how early

I can retire and
still get benefits.

Oh, what the hell?

Gus,

you are gonna rock it as Wall-E.

Burn-E.

You gonna answer
my question or what?

Those are the types of questions

that need to be pondered

under a Steinlen
in good old Red 71.

What's Red 71?

Damn it.

It's not like she's been
to that many places.

I wish I could not blow
her up all over again.

This is true.

Well, this is 71.

You guys sure Doc
Adair is all right with this?

Are you kidding me?
Do you know who I am?

You're the guy who lost Yang.

Wow, this Z guy
really likes himself.

It's weird that he has
so much self-esteem.

Those are the types of questions

that need to be
pondered under a Steinlen

in good old Red 71.

And now, if you don't mind,

I'd like to show you
something incredible.

Me having to make the bed?

Ha-ha!

Give it up, son.

All I see is more
crap I got to clean up.

These are all
addressed to Elisa.

Yep, they're all
stamped, never sent.

It's a good waste of
stamps is what it is.

Gus, Z could
really turn a phrase.

It's like The Notebook.

Yeah, sweet,
eloquent, well-written.

Check this out.

What? Dude, he had
a thing for the actress.

Unrequited.

He never told her.
How do you know?

It says so right here.

Let me see.

Wow. This is marvelous.

Jules.

Shawn, you need
to get down here.

There's something else
going on here, Jules.

We found Z's letters.

And they're really, really good.

I'm surprised his
writing didn't translate

to the theater
better. That's true.

The Ripper! script didn't
do him any justice at all.

We're dealing with
somebody very calculated here.

We never should have
let Elisa refuse protection.

No, Jules, here's the kicker,

Elisa has absolutely
nothing to fear.

Sound theory, Spencer.

You're right.

Everything points the other way.

The evidence is underwhelming

Oh, wait, it's not.

The facts are falling into place

The only thing that's satisfying

Is that the smirk
is off your face

Huh. Never seen that before.

You're a good-looking
man when you're humbled.

It wasn't Z.

I'm telling you,

there's another
killer out there.

Carlton, what if...

What if what?

What if the guy we're chasing

isn't the one on
the murder spree?

O'Hara, the evidence is piling
up against this Tootsie Roll,

and now you want
to change course?

I know, but... But what?

Spencer thinks so,
so now you do too?

Well, I trust with my heart

And I can't avoid believing

Although facts are a start

Maybe looks can be deceiving

Let me stop you right there

Because I do not want to hear it

Maybe deep down inside

It's because you really fear it

No.

It's how I rationalize

Under Santa Barbara skies

You two

Let our biggest killer get away

After just one day Do you

Yes, we do!

Think we could
find her hiding place

Just in case

She eats someone's face?

If we find Z, we'll find Yang.

Let's review how we do

A tried and true investigation

Finding facts, not just snacks

And random prognostication

Tracing steps, tying ends

Till there's nowhere left to run

Loading clips, taking aim

You're not talking about guns.

So I catch their lies

Then I shoot these guys

Right between the eyes

Tell me those are lies

Under Santa Barbara skies

Under Santa Barbara skies

Under Santa Barbara skies

Under Santa Barbara skies

Feel this, O'Hara.

The actress's phone pinged
a cell phone tower downtown,

which puts her in that vicinity

within two hours of her death.

Ten minutes later,
we pick her up again,

which puts her going...

McNab!

Pull the footage from
outside the California Theater.

You think Elisa was
killed at the theater?

Just do it.

Go to 2:20.

2:25.

Stop.

Now we know where
she made her last stop.

Evidence, O'Hara,
sometimes comes in handy.

I told you we didn't need a key.

This isn't right, Shawn. Nope.

Key or no key.

Gus, we are on
an island right now,

'cause he didn't kill
her and you know it.

No, I don't. You can't
decide someone's innocent

based on a look in their eyes.

Man, you don't know about looks.

Let it go, Gus.

I'm a poker man,
Shawn. No, you're not.

I know tells and I know faces.

Dude, what are
you talking about?

Looks, Shawn. I'm
talking about looks.

Dude, this is addressed to Z.

Who is it from?

There's no return address.

This dude has a
strange relationship

with the postal service.

What's in it?

Nothing. Not anymore.

Whatever it is, maybe
it's still lying around.

Bottom line, Z
brought it to the house,

Elisa finds it,

and whatever she does
with it makes her dead.

Dude.

Ooh.

Z's script is terrible.

The Ripper was a good guy.

The new version is way better.

My character is so
much more defined.

Gus, you are not
going to be in the play.

Really? What about
when they hear this?

Jamaican inspector man

Straight from Kingston
to London town

Stop it.

Clearly, she got this
box out for a reason.

The first time I stepped foot

in this beautiful town,

the Ripper! fire
was the headline.

Armitage. Who?

The owner of the
California Theater.

He lied, Gus.

He was there the
night of the fire.

Shawn, we need to get
down to that theater now.

Coinkydink!

Killer's here.

Yeah, well, this is where
Elisa was murdered.

Welcome back to the team.

Uh, guys.

Gus, come on.

Christopher "there can
only be one" Lamberth.

You were at the playhouse
the night of the fire.

I was in costume for rehearsal.

It was difficult to see
anything through the mask.

Was Roland Armitage there?

Ah, man, please don't
make me answer that.

Well, he and Elisa were both...

You know.

Aha!

That was amazing. Did you...
Did you rehearse that or...

We just solved the crime.

Can't believe we actually
agree on something.

Oh, you agreed on something.

The fire was started by...

Z. The owner.

What? Z? What?
You're still on Z?

I was never off of Z.

It's always about the girl.

Here I was thinking
you were sharp as a tack.

Thinking. That's funny.

I love how you
said you're thinking.

He loved her Revenge

But he's gentle Unhinged

The girl was looser
than a cannon

The owner had to have a show

He got played like Kofi Annan

Would you two
please just let it go

I've heard it both ways

The killer is the victim

I've heard it both ways

You see facts and
contradict them

I'm almost never wrong

So now it's on

Shawn, just tell
us where he's gone

They usually find
him in the bowels.

Yeah, I guess that could work.

Let's arrest him.

On what grounds?

For starters, he's down
here wandering around

all sneaky-like. With the
actress who replaced Elisa.

What was that? Hmm?

Give us one piece
of evidence, Shawn.

All right, he was here
the night of the fire.

And you know who else was here?

Z, the guy who did it.

All right, how about this?

He's down here under
the theater in an area

that's clearly not up to code.

Hey, Armitage! We got you, man!

You idiot!

Surprised? SHAWN: Didn't
expect to see us here, did you?

Hmm, yeah, that's
what we thought.

That's what we thought,
right? That's right, son.

Now, let's get down
to brass tacks. Yeah.

Why did you lie about being in
New York the night of the fire?

Why did you run,

and why was there
a car following you?

And why has no one
responded to the head shot

I left in Ben's
dressing room? Yeah.

Wait, what?

A simple, "No, thank you" would
have been courteous, Shawn.

Gus, you know the
show is already cast.

People go down all the time.

Laryngitis, flu,
pipes to the knees.

I can't do this
with you right now.

Actually, I can
do this with you.

Pipes to the knee? I'm not
doing this with you right now.

Gee, I wonder why.
Your face knows why.

Your silence tells the
whole story, Armitage.

Okay, now, open.

Perfect. Thank
you, Mr. Armitage.

I'll run this and have
the results for you soon.

You can speak now.

Hmm.

What's wrong with you guys?

Hey, answer our questions.

Well, I lied about being in New York
'cause I thought you two were PIs.

We are PIs.

Working for my wife.

What?

Yeah, I think she's
been having me followed,

and I couldn't let anyone know
that I was carrying on with Elisa.

And I ran today because that girl I was
with, she and I are... You know, you know.

Wow. You are a crappy husband.

Understatement.

It's an addiction.
No, no, it's not.

You just decide not to
have sex with someone.

He's right. It's a cop-out.

Yes, it is. But your incredible
success rate warrants mention.

Thank you. GUS: Shawn.

So does his hair.
The cat-cat gets his.

He gets his.

Deranged individual.

Raincheck.

Let me ask you something.

Does your wife
have short black hair?

Yes, why? I think
she's on to you, pal.

What?

Hey, ho.

Oh, hey. You know what, Spencer?

Apology accepted.

Ah, I'm still off Z. Really?

Because I'm with
Lassie right now.

And I may have just
blown it with the play.

Hey there, Pop. Guess what?

I'm officially living
my worst nightmare.

Why?

Because I think Lassiter
may turn out to be right.

Well, you know it's not unprecedented
for the cops to be right occasionally.

Yeah, I know that,
but I saw this guy, Dad,

you know, face-to-face. I
looked him right in the eyes,

and I don't think he
was guilty the first time.

But every time I wrangle a new
suspect, they either turn out to be dead

or a philanderer with great hair

who scores unbelievable
young actresses,

uninhibited, and
curious, and comfortable

with their own instruments.

And all the roads lead
right back to Z again.

All right, then stop
trying to solve this case.

If everything you thought was wrong,
then accept that. Start over again.

Go back and
solve the first case.

I don't want to accept it, okay?

I just want to be right.

Look, go get us a beer,

and let's do this the
old-fashioned way.

Man. Yeah.

Hi, Shawn.

Yang, what are you...

Doesn't fresh air become me?

Look, I'm at a loss here.
You got to give me something.

Did you check the room?

Yes, I checked the room. I
got the letters. All of them.

One a week, every week,
but Yang, they were never sent.

Well, you know,
the mail is unreliable.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

Dad, I'm just trying to get some
information here, okay? Relax.

Hi, Papa Spencer.

Do the police know
this is your informant?

One thing at a time.

You cannot conspire
with this woman, Shawn.

I will not allow it.

Well, she's all I
have right now, okay?

Oh, that's funny 'cause
I thought you had me.

But...

Why would you do that?

I can't call her back.

That's so incredibly rude.

She did kill her father for
me. Don't you forget that.

You have some
sick relationships, kid.

Well, none of 'em are
sicker than this one right here.

Here's the thing about
the disenfranchised.

They're creatures of habit.

They don't want
to find new places.

They're doomed to do the
same thing over and over again.

Here.

You're welcome.

Excuse me, big man.

Do you recognize this guy?

Nope.

You sure? He's a regular.

Or was a regular.

When? Seven years ago.

Dude, staff turns over
here every six months.

Fair enough.

Get you something?

No, I'm...

I'm good.

All right.

You recognize that guy?

Sorry about your nose.

Yeah, you and me both.

So... What? You're a cop?

No, no, I'm a... I'm a psychic.

I'm also writing a book called
Crimefighting for the Totally Unqualified.

I'm on page three. I
should be done by Friday.

You're very talented.

It's the first thing
I ever wrote.

You used to play that for Elisa?

I've seen your letters, man.

Did Elisa show them to you?

No, she never got 'em.

Z, are you feeling okay?

'Cause, to be honest, I think I'm
the only one around here who doubts

that you're out there
killing everybody.

I'm clear.

Clearer than ever.

See, in the hospital,
you... You figure things out,

and I know now why my head hurt.

And I know the capabilities of
humanity, and that's given me clarity.

Great. Please, do tell.

No, I'm done with that.

See, I try to tell people,

but they stop listening
once you're labeled.

I can still help you, man.

I'm gonna find Elisa's killer.

Oh, I know who killed her.

You do?

Well, in the interest of time and
soaring gas prices, why don't you just...

Why don't you just
go ahead and tell me?

I can't do that. Why not?

'Cause then, I wouldn't
be able to kill them myself.

Come on, man, you
know I can't let you do that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey!

No. So see, it goes like this.

Jamaican inspector man

We have to party like it's 1888

Ripper, leave them
prostitutes alone

And this goes where in the show?

It can go anywhere.

I guess it could open it.

You realize this is a dark and
serious telling of a serial killer's story?

Exactly. Which is why the
audience will be so relieved

when he comes on
to lighten the mood.

Okay, let's do Midnight
again and call it a day.

Hello.

What? Z crushed you?

With a piano?

Like in the Road Runner?

Yes, I'm coming, I'm just saying,
how fast can a piano move?

Gentlemen, how is allowing this
gonna get me my patient returned?

I'm trying to
figure that out, doc.

Does Z have anything
else, like a locker?

I don't know, something he...
Something he came in with?

We could go to his room.

We are in his room.

Uh, no, this is room 71.

This is Yang's room. Yang?

No, that's... That
can't be possible.

I found all Z's letters

stuffed into that
mattress right over there.

Zachary wrote letters?

Oh, I knew we shouldn't
have given Yang mail duty.

Oh, my gosh.

She was in love with him.

He has the soul of a monkey

and the cuticles
of an aesthetician,

which is why I love him so.

She was his confidant.

She fell for him.

She helped him escape,

but then he went
straight to the actress.

So she had to take
her out the picture.

Gus, this is not good.

Nope.

Speak of the devil.

Doc, I'm gonna
have to take this.

You hung up on me.

My dad hung up on you.

It doesn't matter
because I know who did it.

Who? You, Yang.

Shawn, if you're
going to accuse me,

at least have the
courtesy to sing it.

Will you tell the
truth if we do?

I swear.

You can bend it
and send it in the mail

Mail

You are gonna get Gus
committed. Me? Why me?

Honestly, I'm starting
to doubt your gifts.

I lost you, Shawn, and if
I don't have anybody left,

I'm leaving town.

And don't try to
convince me to stay

because I'm really offended.

Great, she's disappearing.

She could be in Shanghai by now.

Shanghai? Please.

She could be all the
way to China by now.

You had your little day of
fun, now let's get to work.

I know where she is.

She's been here the whole time.

I half expected her
to be sleeping here.

In the room where the critic
was murdered? Come on.

This room is creepy
as hell, Shawn.

It's not that far-fetched.

Shawn, we're not alone.

We should split up. What?

Yang!

Yang, I know what happened.

She's already gone.

How do you know?

Because this place is creepy,

and we need to get out of here.

Yang!

Man.

I knew you'd come.

No.

No, no, no, no.
This is not a game.

You are so wrong, Shawn.

Sing me this one.

No more songs, no more games.

I'm done. I trusted you.

I... I believed in you.

Shawn, you disappoint me.

Yeah, Z was my friend.
He told me everything.

If I have to spell
it out for you, I will.

He figured it out in group.

You're losing it, Shawn!

You don't even know
you were followed here.

What are you talking about?

Holy... Oh, God.

Ah!

Shawn!

Ahh!

Gus.

Ah!

Ugh!

Oh.

Yang... Yang!

Yang, Yang, I'm sorry.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
she's fine. She's fine.

Here's something stupid.

I think I'm dying.

No, you're not. No, you're not.

You're fine. You're fine.

Uh, Shawn, I beg to differ.

Shh. Don't say that. Shut up.

And I never got my song.

Gus, sing her a
song. What? Why me?

Gus, I just got hanged. Or hung?

Uh...

Jamaican, Jamaican inspector man

Not Jamaican Inspector Man.

Yang-y Yang be bop a dang dang

What are you doing?

Nothing rhymes with Yang.

Bang. Clang. Meringue.

Meringue? Now I want steaks.

Steak? You mean
pie. You're thinking pie.

No, I mean steak.

I have pie after I have steak.

Guys, I'm drifting.

No, don't drift. Stay with us.

Wang, wang.

Wang?

Wang. Yeah, I like wang.

What? Let me rephrase that.

Look, I see a light.

Do you see fire and brimstone?

Yang, do not go towards
the light. Stay with me.

Stay right here with me
and tell us who the killer is.

I can't do that. That
would spoil the ending.

Z's gonna finish it
tonight at the show.

Yang.

It's gonna be spectacular.

Oh, I see him.

He is so beautiful.

I see him. You see
who? You see Z or...

Beelzebub? My angel.

Angel? Yang.

Mmm-hmm. Yang?

Yang.

I'm here

Beside you

I'll guide you

Just extend to me

Your hand

Please take me

To that promised land

Promised land is not the term

For the place you'll likely go

Is there something you think

I ought to know?

Heaven's gate's

Contingent on behavior

Maybe you could call in

A small favor?

Don't hold your breath

They are sticklers here in death

But you'll try?

Sure

I know a guy

Who knows another

Guy

Dude, Z is coming.

Shouldn't we warn someone?

Who are we gonna warn? The
person he's trying to kill is the murderer.

Dude... It was Lamberth.

The Highlander? Exactly.

Sweet. This is perfect.

It is, isn't it?

That means technically he's
not available to play the inspector.

Hey, you need help. I know.

Dude, let's wait for the cops.

Since when do we do that?
If we wait, it'll be too late.

Hello, Highlander.

Oh, fellows, I don't
have time, I'm on in a few.

It's funny. You had plenty
of time to try and kill me.

What?

You played Jack the Ripper in
the original production, didn't you?

And in this current incarnation,

you've been relegated to the
much smaller role of the inspector.

Which could have
easily been played

by a local black
actor, regardless

of the racial makeup
of 19th-century London.

You took out your revenge
on Elisa and the producer

and anybody else who had any
kind of stake in this current production.

Yep.

And...

And that's it.

No, there's more.
Tell him the more.

There's no more. That's it.

What?

That is the flimsiest theory
you've ever come up with, Shawn.

By no means the
flimsiest theory that...

Why are you working
against me on this?

That's not a motive for
someone to kill someone.

He killed the critic
to save the show.

Maybe he thought he
deserved to be rewarded for that.

It doesn't make sense.

It doesn't make sense?

I saw you practicing
your spin move.

But everybody in the
play does that move.

It's how you get off a rope.
We're taught that on the first day.

Look, I don't know why
you did what you did,

and I don't care, but I
can prove that you did it,

because Yang
slashed our attacker

across the chest
right before he turned

and stabbed her to death.

Now take off your
shirt. And do it slowly.

Yeah, but not...

Not because we're titillated.

Because we don't want
any funny business.

Right.

Look, this is
getting really weird.

Oh, is it? Yeah.

I lost a lot of oxygen
because of you

and the only clinically insane
friend that I've ever had.

Now, take off that
shirt or I'll do it for you.

Get... Oh!

Lamberth?

Man.

Gus, take off his shirt. What?

I'm not taking off an
unconscious guy's shirt, Shawn.

He's a killer. I don't care.

Oh, for pete's sake.

Gah.

Clearly, this is
embarrassing for both of us.

For both of us?

Chris, you're on in two minutes.

What are we gonna do, Shawn?

Hey!

Hey!

That be enough of
that there, Ripper!

That's right.

Back to Wolverhampton
with you, Ripper!

It's the first thing
I ever wrote.

Yes, and you idiots
are doing his play.

No, we're doing a
Jack the Ripper story.

Ben, the director,
wrote this new version.

It's a completely
different show.

I've heard tell
they've seen him.

Seen who? The Ripper.

Leather apron, lurking
about in the shadows.

Shawn, I'm almost
done. Where are you?

First of all, the correct
question is when am I?

And the answer is 1888, London.

I believe the East End.

You are at the show?

Yes, and I know what
was in that envelope.

A script. Z's original script.

He mailed it to himself
and kept it at the theater.

It's like a poor
man's copyright.

So they re-launched the
show based on his original script

that they screwed
up in the first place.

Well, I have
everything they bagged

from the house right here.

Find me a script. Ugh.

There are 25 scripts.

Look for the oldest one,

and you better hurry
because I forgot to mention

Z's coming here tonight
to exact his revenge.

What? Uh, ah, let's see.

I got a 22nd draft.

Mmm, earlier.
Earlier, okay, uh...

Uh, a 16th draft, 2002.

Earlier, Jules. Uh, oh, wait.

Here's something dated 1999.

This one was found
under a bookcase.

Oh, my, that's it.

And I know what happened.

Z hasn't killed anybody...

Yet.

Gee...

Jules, keep up 'cause
the key keeps changing.

Years of drafts

Nonstop revisions

Laid to waste

Z's composition

Unaware they had destroyed it

Till a man came to exploit it

Shawn, why are you singing?

Over-leveraged In a panic

Ben and Thornton
killed the critic

You can't be here

You can't do this

When a crazed
man pounds the door

Open up and drop
him to the floor

I think I proved how difficult

It really is to knock
a door off its hinge

In the hospital, you
figure things out,

and I know now why my head hurt.

With too much
evidence for hiding

They left him there
to take the blame

There was enough
there for indicting

Deciding the room
had to go up into flame

And with that we know why

He was really suicidal

When Z learned of the play

Then he had his revelation

But the skeptics abound
when you're under medication

They stop listening
once you're labeled.

So he planned his escape

To retrieve the evidence

That could show he's a victim

And prove his innocence

He gave it to Elisa because she
was the only one he could trust.

She found Ben It
was the end of her

He had to kill to
keep her silent

Then there's me,
I was the obstacle

That made his
plan get truly violent

You didn't brag to him that
you were going to solve it, right?

No.

We're gonna bring
this madman to justice.

Now it's ending Z is coming

Blood will spill

So please come running

Uh-oh.

Shawn, what's wrong?

Hey!

Yeah.

I'm just up here

jawing into me
futuristic talking device.

Ain't I?

All right then.

Jules, do you have that script?

I need you to find
my line in scene six

and then please get
the hell down here.

Dude, what are you
doing? Ben is our killer.

I'm gonna go get him,
but we still need Z to show,

so keep the production going.

This is your moment.

Wagwan, London town?

Who wants some inspecting?

Irie.

This is worse than
the first version.

Wagwan here?

Go.

Charlos, where's Ben?

Z grabbed him. What?

That's all I know. I'm
trying to call a show.

London town.

Midnight falls under
the empty moon

This town is soon

To meet its reckoning

Uh... Uh...

We're gonna party like it's 1888

Psst.

Psst!

What in the hell is happening?

Are you even surprised anymore?

You can't be here. SBPD!

Oh, of course.
They went that way.

Z, no!

You don't have to do this, man.

You haven't done anything wrong.

Not yet. I'm sorry, Zach.

That critic Scheck
was gonna bury us.

There was a scuffle,
and he was dead,

and you were just...
You were there.

We didn't mean to kill him.

You stole my life and
then you stole my play.

Armitage wanted to run Ripper!

I found your first draft.

I didn't realize how
brilliant it was then.

We just... We couldn't
have your name on it.

Dude, I don't think any of
this stuff is helping your case.

What about Elisa?

Did she deserve to die?

It just got so out of control.

Don't kill him, Z!

You took all

Without consideration

When you die

I'll be the aberration

You made me to be

Before you stole

My life

But I'll remain

With my pain

Dude, dude, okay,
okay, I started off shaky,

but I got my bearings.

There's no way
they can't hire me.

Buddy, I wish I
could have seen you.

As for the play, it's
probably a no-go.

Really?

Yeah. There's a
few small issues.

What happened?

"And with that, the hero
made the world great again."

"The end."

So what do you think?

You can be honest.

Is it the greatest
idea for a musical

that you've ever heard or what?

Well, it's very creative.

And, well, life rights
will be involved,

and since it's my life,

I will think about it.

We're going to Broadway.
P.S., I'm attached.

I said I'd think about it.

Right, right.

I'm actually gonna
be tied up for a little bit.

Very busy.

Sure, yeah.

I did mention that I
was attached to it.

You totally did. I heard you.

But you have to lose all
that stuff you made up.

I mean, the hanging scene?

That's totally impossible.

And no one would use real
kerosene lamps in a theater.

Man, he doesn't
know. He's crazy.

He wasn't even there.
He was there, Shawn.

Shh. It'll be fine.

Right. The hanging scene stays.

No kidding. I lived it.

What is that?

It's Yang.

You brought her ashes?

Gus, of course,
it's her last request.

The question is,

where do you think that
chief doctor parks his car?

Warning bells ring out

Cross the ocean
down to Montego Bay

Don't worry, all is well

You English Jezebels

Help is on the way

Jamaican, Jamaican inspector man

Straight from Kingston
to London town

We are gon' party like it's 1888

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Jamaican

Jamaican inspector man

Getting irie in Scotland Yard

You need a Rastaman
to help the magistrate

Send me I say

Me not like this nonsense

Me hearing people
slashed from necklace to ear

And Ripper, leave
them prostitutes alone

Jamaican inspector man

Ripper, stop ripping,
not gon' tell you again