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You, as the jury, have the
responsibility to bring justice.

But I'm gonna make it
very easy on you

because the prosecution
will prove...

No,
Shawn, I'm not nervous to testify.

You just gotta get up
there and tell the truth.

The jury is not just one thing.

Strong individuals who each
bring their own unique

perspective into the courtroom.

It's a lawyer's job to
read that perspective.

For instance, what do you notice
about juror number three's shirt?

He's got a hole in his collar
and it's buttoned all wrong.

Would Mommy ever
let me leave the house looking like that?

Of course not.

So that tells me that
this guy's single.

Which is gonna influence the
way he thinks about the defendant

because she's a young
attractive woman.

You got it?

As the state's first
witness, I would like to call...

Hey, come on,
concentrate, Shawn.

One day you're gonna make me proud
walking up the steps of this courthouse.

They impounded my motorcycle,
Gus. That's what they did.

What are you staring
at? The future, Shawn.

I have a personal GPS
system in my phone.

It's like I'm starring
in my own spy movie.

Oh, you were, until
you got recast. What?

Oh, God, no one told you?
What you talking about?

From here on out, you're gonna
be played by Billy Bob Thornton.

Why would Billy Bob Thornton be
the choice to play me? He shouldn't be.

He also shouldn't have been
the choice to replace Matthau,

as Buttermaker in
the Bad News Bears remake.

But that happened,
didn't it, Gus?

I hate remakes.

It's infuriating Gus, you don't
remake The Dukes of Hazzard.

The whole point of a remake is

to choose something that
showed serious promise

but failed to live
up to expectations.

I mean that's
the magic of movies.

Oh, I feel you, but they add all those
new characters that were super broad.

The whole subplot with the
racecar driver. He was terrible.

It was cartoonish.

It's weird. It says I'm a friend
of Wiffle Waffles on Harper Ave.

Hold the syrup.
Who's that?

Shawn, wait. Shawn... Relax.
Wait. She's gonna be money.

Hi, there.
My name is Shawn Spencer.

This is my partner,
Robert Jones.

But you may call him Bob.

We would like to cast you
in the remake of his life.

Don't pay him any mind.

My name is
Burton Guster. Hello.

Do you by chance know where the
parking ticket payment window is?

You poor thing. Yeah, I do
actually. It's down the hall to your left.

Then you're gonna make another left
and then left again at the double doors.

Thank you again
for your kindness.

So shines a good deed
in a weary world.

Aw, Willy Wonka.
One of my favorites.

"Snozberry,
who's ever heard of a snozberry?

"We are the music makers and
we are the dreamers of the dreams."

I can't believe they remade it.
That's what I'm talking about.

Sorry, it's time for
us to go. Hi. Okay.

By the way, have you seen my
notebook? It's a big blue thing.

It has all my notes in it. No.

All right, well... It was really nice to
meet you guys. Good luck with the tickets.

Yeah, we should go.

And so she walked
out of our lives, forever.

Congratulations. You are
now a full-fledged fugitive.

Come on, man, you are the
one that put waffles into my head.

Besides, I hardly think the court system
expected me to wait in line that long.

That's exactly
what they expected.

Ah. Good morning, Connie.
Good morning, Morty.

Hey, Sun Up Santa Barbara!
I'm Morty Camp,

and this sitting right next
to me is my lovely wife,

Connie Camp.

Oh, Morty. Oh, come on. Am I
right? This guy knows I'm right.

Man, you are so
irascible. No, I can't help it.

You know, 15 years of
marriage and I'm still smitten.

I would take you over Kelly
Ripa any day of the week.

And not just the weekdays.

That kind of love is
beautiful, Shawn.

- I wish I had what he has.
- Well, Connie,

roving reporter Ruben Leonard
will be on location with a veterinarian

who designs cosmetic testicles

for neutered dogs.
Restoring their dog-nity.

And on a more downward note,
one of our very own KRXJ family,

weatherman Jackson Hale,
was attacked

right here at the station
last month and, sadly,

died from those injuries. It's
just a horrible shocking tragedy.

So, so shocking.
He was such a good man.

Hmm, the best. And Monty
he was so very handsome.

Oh, what a true Adonis.
What a head of hair on that guy.

Yeah. Well, we'll bring you
up to the minute coverage

of the trial
of his accused murderer.

Now, as promised, we take
you live to the courthouse steps

for a press conference
already in progress.

Logan Phelps
for the prosecution.

Sandra Panitch went with Jackson
Hale to the Channel 8 news studio

engaged in sexual relations, then
stabbed him in the heart with a knife.

Hey, that's the girl
we met in the hallway today

that flirted with me.
It is.

Hello, there,
my name is Shawn Spencer.

This is my partner Robert Jones.

Killer though, her?

Adam Hornstock,
attorney for the defense.

Sandra Panitch has
never been arrested

for a crime in her life.

She is a pre-school teacher
and spends most of her time

baking for the...

She's a pre-school teacher...

For the...
Who bakes.

For the...
She's a bake lady, Gus.

Look at this poor guy.

Assistant league.
Assistance league.

Have you seen my notebook,
by the way? It's a big blue thing.

It's got all my notes in it.

Handkerchief in his left breast
pocket. It's not decorative.

It's used for dabbing
sweat and a lot of it.

Nervous, discombobulated,
unorganized.

Adam Hornstock may
not know it yet,

but he needs us.

Objection.

Excuse me, who are these guys?

And why are you in my courtroom?

I'm here to pay
parking tickets, Your Majesty.

And we are also here as
consultants for the defense.

Legal consultants?

♪ 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 ♪

Who are you guys?

I just met them this morning.

Name's Shawn Spencer. Just
set up a psychic detective shingle.

Don't have a business card,
chap, but we're here to help.

Help? Why's your arm around
my shoulder? It's really weird.

That's fair,
you're right. Gus.

Is your friend
hitting on my client?

Not successfully.

Mr. Hornstock, would
you like to explain who these

miscreants are?

Oh, yes I would your honor,

more than anything in the world.

But may I have a moment?

For your sake,
that's a good idea.

Five minute recess.

Recess? That's odd.
Okay.

Hey, Phelps!
You a hopscotch man?

Oh, Hornstock,
you hired babysitters.

Doesn't matter, you losing
this case either way.

Okay, seriously, did my dad
hire you guys or my brother?

I knew they didn't think I could
handle this, they don't believe in me.

Adam, Adam, Adam.

I'm Burton Guster.

And I'm a legal expert of sorts.

You're a lawyer?

Almost a lawyer. I was on
the early track to become one.

In the sixth grade.

Plus I've seen every
courtroom drama ever made.

That's true, he's like
Debra Winger in Legal Eagles.

I'm Glenn Close in
Jagged Edge and you know it.

I like both those movies.

Look, I can't hire you
guys, I don't have the authority.

I have zero power.

I don't even have my own office.

Don't I have the authority?

Don't worry about that.

We're doing this one pro bono.

We are both
professional bonos. What?

Just give me
one witness, Hornstock.

One witness.

Your honor. We'd like to call our independent
expert pathologist from Los Angeles.

Woodrow Juniper Strode.

Dr. Strode.

You are a board-certified
pathologist. Is that correct?

I am.

And did you examine the
body of Jackson Hale

on the evening of his death and please
do answer honestly, you are under oath.

I did.

And that evening, I ate an old
school Salisbury steak TV dinner,

but I ate the brownie first.

I know that was wrong.

This is your expert pathologist?

I'm only being honest.

I don't know if you heard,
I'm under oath.

Yes or no, Doctor, please.

Yes.

Dr. Strode. What
did you observe on the body...

Of Jackson Hale...

I don't think juror number
five likes you at all.

She don't like me?

Oh, it's the tie.

What's wrong with the tie?

Well, it's a little bit...

It's...

Weigh in here, Gus.

I'm not doing this Shawn.
Come on, just tell him.

I'm not doing it. Look at the
tie and tell him what you think.

Gus, give me your tie.
What?

I feel like it's important.
This is my tie.

I bought it. It's my tie, I... A
woman's life is hanging in the balance.

Uh, your honor?

Objection! Irrelevant
and inadmissible.

Sustained.
Really?

Yes, really.
You want to argue with me?

Oh, you guys are
really good at this.

Tie is working.

Maybe we really
have a shot at this.

You guys, we have a
boner-fide defense team now.

Hey, Detective
Lassiter and hello, junior detective.

Ow... O'Hara.

What are you guys doing
in the courthouse?

Detective Lassiter and I made
the arrest of Sandra Panitch.

What are you staring at?
Your clavicle.

I'm here because it's my case.

It's also our case.

We just signed on to be legal
consultants to the defense.

She's innocent, we know it.

Oh, you know.
Well that's good.

Apparently you know more
than a legal system

that's been established
for over 200 years.

Two hundred years?

Do you have any idea
how foolish you sound?

Two hundred, Gus.

It's cavemen with ties,
suing dinosaurs.

I am caveman!

I invented wheel,
not Croc. Shawn.

You can't possibly
be this stupid.

Come on, detective.

Wait.

I'm getting really
strong vibes here.

What are you doing for the
next eight years, because

I'm sensing that we become
very much involved.

You're way off on that, Shawn.

Do we have ups and
downs? Sure. Mmm-hmm.

Like anyone, but I
can see it so clearly.

Your corn silk hair nestled
on this gentlemen's shoulder

right in the crook.

O'Hara, shake a leg.

Never happening, Shawn.

Okay.

But you're adorable
when you're in denial.

Do not talk to him.

Shawn, Gus, thank you again.

Oh, but now I have
so much work to do.

All these depositions and
witness reports to comb over.

I haven't even cracked open
the Ruben Leonard file.

Can I count on your help?

Sorry, Hornstock it's just,
uh, It's not the way we work.

I need to touch things,
taste things and smell things.

Smell 'em?

And Gus doesn't even read.

We all have our strengths.

Ours are in front of the camera.

We're going live
in five, four...

Okay, we are back,
Santa Barbara. Yeah.

And Morty and I are
cozying up on the couch

for one of our famous
"Sip and Chat" segments.

You know, Connie, I never get
sick of our theme music. I love it.

Well, we are joined today by
two very special guests.

Now they have just joined the
defense team of the Jackson Hale trial.

Please welcome Shawn Spencer
and Burteen Gusten.

Welcome.

Thank you so much,
Connie and Morty.

Now, not to be a skeptic

but I just don't think I've heard
of a psychic detective before.

Have you Morty?

No, no, I have not.
No, Connie, no. Yeah.

But it seems fascinating.

Hmm, for a children's
party, maybe. Well...

But for a murder trial?

Shawn, I mean, listen.

Sandra Panitch, she is facing
some very serious charges,

and I certainly don't want to try
her in the court of public opinion.

No, no, no, no.
But I will say this.

Things do not look good for her.

No, they do not.

Oh, my... Not to mention the
shenanigans of her attorney...

Adam...
Is it Hornstock?

Is that it? Hornstock. Now
he is an odd duck, isn't he?

Yeah. Isn't that right? Would
you say that about him?

Yeah, I should say you two

have your work cut out for
you. Doesn't make any sense.

Oh, Don't worry, don't
worry. I was pre-pre-pre-law.

Doogie Howser.

Well, you know, Jackson Hale
was a colleague,

but he was also a dear friend.

And I think we all just want justice.

And you know what else
we want us to see?

You guys, when we come
back after this short break. Hey.

And we are clear.
Three minutes, everyone.

That's one hell of a pinky ring.

Thanks, thank you.
So, Shawn,

I would get a huge kick out of
you using your psychic powers,

to tell me what I'm thinking
right now.

Yeah, sure, I can do that.

There's a bit
of pageantry involved.

So I'm just gonna need you
to... Oh, I'm not surprised.

Okay. Trust the process.

Okay, well. It's a
physical process. Mmm.

And here it is.

I think I've got it.

The thoughts that you're
having about my partner...

Not suitable for a morning show.

You know, I'm getting
something else right now, too.

It's pretty juicy.

You guys aren't even together
right now, what's that about?

I don't think so.

Morty's not even
staying at the house, Gus.

Yeah, he's chilling
at a motel. Really?

That can't be good,

so your relationship's
a sham then,

which means this
whole show is a sham.

Hey, get off my...

Back off!

Morty!

Yeah.

Sixty seconds, everyone.

- All right.
- Stop.

All right, look.

I don't know how you
figured out any of that,

but it's none of your business.

Everything in the psychic
realm is my business, Jack.

All right, it's true, all right?

Our marriage is on the bends,

but the network told us
to keep it under wraps

for the sake of the show.

There is more to it than
that. We're working it out.

We really are.

'Cause I gotta say this whole
Jackson Hale murder thing

has just really made me
appreciate the frailty of life.

I mean, he's out there gallivanting
around with all these women.

I warned him.
It gets him killed.

It gets him killed.

Also, I don't mind saying being
single in this town is worse than death.

You know, and I have
started to come to realize

very, very, very recently

that I have a man
right next to me

and he is just fine.

And look, I mean, I know,

I'm a really good
looking newscaster

and I could Aaron Eckhart my way
around town if I wanted. Aaron Eckhart?

Well, whatever, I can Jim Caviezel
my way around town if I want to.

We would just appreciate if
you would keep this under wraps.

Hey. MORTY: Please,
for the sake of crew morale.

What?

Miss Camp, your tennis lesson
was changed to 5:00 p.m. today.

Thank you, Priscilla.

Mr. Spencer?

That's me.
And friend.

I'm Priscilla Morgenstern.

I'm the receptionist here.

I was told that you would
like a tour of the studio.

Well, if you are the studio
then, yes, that's correct.

And then we'd like to see where
this horrible murder took place.

All right, let's walk the crime.

You're standing exactly
right where it happened.

So grizzly.

All right, Priscilla, what am
I looking at? What is this?

This is a green screen,

so we can superimpose any images
of the weather we would like onto it.

He would bring a girl back to
where he does the weather?

Was this a typical
Friday night for him?

I didn't really know
him enough to say.

Rumor has it he was into
some pretty kinky stuff.

I guess some girls like
a weather set and camera.

Gus does the same thing, but
he's the only one in the videos.

My typical Friday night
is alone on my couch

eating leftover shishito
peppers and watching Jericho.

Really?

Follow me.

Guess there's a lid
for every pot. Yeah.

This is where we keep all our
newscasters' offices, our editing bays,

also several notices for
cat sitters if you need any.

Hey, hey, hey!

This here is the break room?

Are those snacks? Are
they free? May we partake?

I just need a little
something to hold me over...

Visitors don't get snacks.

This also doubles as
Ruben Leonard's office.

He is our roving
human interests reporter.

Although most of his stories
are usually neither of those things.

Ruben is taking over as
our temporary weatherman.

I hardly he cracked open
the Ruben Leonard file.

Priscilla,

do you know where Ruben is
roving at this very moment?

Gus, this is exactly what it feels like to
walk on the moon if the moon was black.

The moon is black, Shawn.

What? The moon is
black and Jesus is black

and Grimace is black.
End of story.

Oh, Gus. I think that's
Ruben Leonard.

Is he dead?
I don't know.

Ruben!

Ruben!

Ruben!

Ruben! Ruben Leonard!

He's alive. He's alive.

I'm good. I'm...
I'm good.

I just have scoliosis
right on my back,

so uneven surfaces are
not my friend.

All right.
Okay.

I see. Well,

my name is Shawn Spencer. I'm
a psychic detective. This is Gus.

He's my black Cameron.

We are legal consultants on
the Jackson Hale murder trial.

We'd like to ask
you a few questions.

Oh, I'm about to go
on the air live

and I need to practice this so I
don't look like a complete idiot.

Do you have until 2007?

What was your relationship
with Jackson Hale?

I admired him greatly.

But isn't it true that you, too,
wanted to be a weatherman?

Oh, I love the weather but I could
never do what he did, I mean...

So, you really enjoy
getting up at 4:00 a.m.

and covering the Gilotta's
Seniors Bake-Off and Poetry Jam?

You know, I do. But, what
can I say? I'm a fan of the arts.

Ruben!

We're ready.
Okay.

Gus,

We got this guy.

Hello, I'm Ruben Leonard

and all these kids are jumping
for charity. Oh!

Boy, I didn't see
that... Direct hit. Ooh!

Your witness,
Mr. Hornstock.

Let's go. JUDGE: You're
going to question him or not?

Oh, shoot, my father's here.

He's come to watch me fail. Huh?

Wait! You don't think
Ruben Leonard had

anything to do with
the murder, do you?

Not really, no.

But if we can get
one member of that jury

to ask the same question,
we're in business.

Start with this.

Mr. Leonard, you are a
meteorologist, aren't you? I am, indeed.

But not on the air.

No, not thus far.

Well, maybe that's because

you don't have
a meteorologist's name.

I don't follow.

Well, if I was to look
up the name "Leonard"

in say, a weather glossary,
would I see a definition?

No, you wouldn't.
Where is this going?

Yes, Mr. Hornstock,
where is this going?

Oh, I'm sorry, Your
Honor, it's just that every

successful weatherman that I
know has a real weatherman's name.

Jackson Hale, for example.

That isn't even his real name.

Precisely!

Have ever considered
going by the name

Cumulus Jaycott?

- That's ridiculous.
- Is it though?

How about Aurora Borealis?

Humid Lazenby?

Frozen Diamond Doppler Dew...

I'm just fine with my name.

Hurricane Carter?

Leaf Garrett?

How about Blizzardo?

Or maybe Tsunami Ali?

Puddles Takahama,

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. High Tide.

Dick Ice Luge!

I have a degree in meteorology

from the University of Virginia

and I was junior Tornado
Watch captain for seven years.

Jackson Hale had a degree
in physical education

from a junior college
and a Masters in grab ass.

He was worthless.
He was worthless.

And he was an embarrassment

to every real meteorologist
like myself.

And he should have been
stabbed in the heart a long time ago.

Thank you.

Objection!
A little late for that,

don't you think, counselor?

That's the kind of
confidence I'm talking about.

We are on our way
to winning this thing.

That was awesome.

But...

First, we make nice
and nice with Rubes

and then we find evidence that
sends him to the chair. Boom!

Happy Monday, Priscilla.

It's Thursday.
I don't think that's true.

Did I mention that Gus, here,
is single and ready to mingle?

It's true.
Where's Ruben?

He's about to do the weather.

He should be on
the sound stage right now.

No, you cannot just go in there.

It's okay.
We're on-air personalities.

Thank you.

Probably a buckle.
Oh, yeah.

It's coming, it's coming.

Just won't budge at all...

Uh-oh, Gus.

Uh-oh what?

Uh-oh, Ruben.

This better be good, Spencer. Trust
me, Lassie, this was well worth the trip.

Shawn.
Dad?

Get over here now.

He's probably lost.

Just give me
one second, you guys.

What are you doing here?

No, what are you doing
here at Sun Up Santa Barbara

making an ass out of yourself?

What, you guys think
you're lawyers now?

Yeah, minus the law degree
or whatever else is required.

Note to self, that would
make a heck of a TV show.

That is my name you're
throwing around out there

and I've got a reputation
in this town.

Would you relax. We're
doing whatever we have to do

to find out who
really killed Jackson Hale.

Spencer, I don't have all day.

I'm speaking with my maker.

Fine.

This is not some silly game
and you better not treat it like one.

I'm doing my damnedest
here to make you proud

in as a subdued and civilized
manner as I know how.

After all,

you taught me everything I know.

Okay, thanks. I, uh...

I appreciate that.

Good talk, pop.
Thanks for coming by.

Psychic vision time, baby.

I am sensing that Ruben
Leonard hated Jackson Hale

because he was
an untouchable weatherman

who liked to be touched
by the la-la-la-ladies.

Ruben knew he would never
get a chance to be weatherman

as long as Jackson
was still around.

So he decided to pay
him a visit at the station.

On the night that he was
pumpernickeling Sandra Panitch.

And that is when he killed him.

In cold blood.

That is edge-of-your-seat kind of stuff
there, Spencer, but you have no evidence.

Is that the murder weapon?

Where's Ruben now?

He's getting ready
to do the weather.

Crap.

So, Santa Barbara,
if you've got...

Like I was saying,
if you've got, um,

big plans this weekend,
keep those fingers crossed

because rain...

It's coming.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

The guilt is eating him alive.

Stop looking at me like that.

It's all lies.

He's going to make a run for it.

He can't make a run for it,
can he? No, I don't think so, no.

I'll tell you what else is lies.

These accusations that
I killed Jackson Hale.

Lies.
Should I do something?

Lies. What
the hell are you gonna do?

I did not kill that
silver-headed man-slut.

Sure you didn't.

And neither did Sandra Panitch.

But I'll tell you...

I'll tell you who did do it.

We'll be right back.

All right, there's one thing
here we know for certain.

This proves that Sandra
isn't our killer.

Gus is right. She's in custody, no
way she could have poisoned Ruben.

Slow your roll there, detective. We
don't know that Ruben was poisoned.

For all we know, this
man died of a heart attack.

All I know is that Jackson
had a lot of girlfriends

and, trust me,
I know from experience,

you can't keep them all happy.

You feel me.

Anyone?

Amen.

Gus just made us all feel very
awkward, but he could be right.

Maybe we should be looking at all
the other women that Jackson was...

Hi.

Did I mention that Gus here
is single and ready to mingle?

Dude, you're dead wrong.

We should be looking at the one
woman Jackson wasn't hailing on.

What? The one gal he wasn't
playing pants off, dance off with.

What are you
talking about, Shawn?

Call Hornstock and tell him
we wanna move Priscilla...

To the top of the witness list.

Priscilla, isn't it true

that you pined for Jackson Hale?

No.

Really chapped your chassis that
he liked a lot of women but not you.

Objection, leading.

Overruled.

Made you feel like
you weren't good enough.

No.

And Jackson Hale wasn't
very picky either, was he?

And that just drove
you nuts, didn't it?

No.

Talk about his hair or the
way he smelled or something.

Priscilla, Jackson Hale's silver locks
really revved your engine, didn't they?

And you wanted to be
the lone lady of his desires.

But he acted like
you weren't a human person

with feelings and emotions
and passions

and dreams and lots
of love in your heart.

You have so much to give

and Jackson Hale was just

too foolish to see
how amazing you are.

And what life could
have been like

if he had taken a chance on you

instead of all those
other ladies

with flaming eagles tattooed

just above their sin cushions.

Yes, yes, yes!

I was his dream girl.
I was.

What else did I have
to do to show him

I was the one! The one!

Prosecution requests a recess,

frankly, to regroup.
Yeah, they do.

I think that the prosecution should
dismiss all the charges, Your Honor.

Uh, both counsels
approach the bench.

Tough break, Phelpsie.

Get your bony elbows
off my bench. Yes, sir.

Fine.

Judge, what we were
thinking is maybe, uh,

250 grand.

You know,
make this go away, yeah.

That's not how it works, Shawn.

How about...
Hey, objection.

Whispering to the witness.
Yeah, what the...

Mr. Phelps, are you
trying to be in contempt?

No, Judge.

But there will be no dropping
of any charges because

Priscilla didn't do it.

Yeah, sure she didn't.

Are you ready to go there?

Okay.

The prosecution is ready
to question the witness.

It's your funeral,
Phelpsie. Okay.

Priscilla, isn't it true that

you were at the Santa Bar Barbara
pub, the night of Jackson Hale's murder?

Yes.

And is there someone
who could vouch

for your whereabouts
the entire night?

Yup.

Mr. Strode, can you please tell the court
where you were the evening of March 5th?

Uh, the Santa Bar Barbara pub

looking for the person who slipped a mickey
into my sloe gin fizz the week before.

I see. That was the best
mickey I've ever been slipped.

I gotta find that
guy and thank him.

Uh, Mr. Strode,

did you meet anyone
on that night in question?

Oh, yes.

Hopefully my future bride.

And where did that
night take you, exactly?

To my airstream for something
the locals often refer to as sex.

Fantastic.

It was.

Now, Mr. Strode, can you
point to that lady here today?

I believe I can.

Please note, the witness is
pointing to Priscilla Morgernstern.

She stayed the whole
night which is rare for me.

Slept like an angel,

shaft of morning light
grazing her bosom,

until she bolted upright and
ran to the bathroom where she

showered three times, brushed
her teeth for almost an hour

and left like a blaze
of beautiful glory.

You see, Priscilla went to the
bar that night to make her move

on Jackson and finally
let him know

how she felt about him.

But Jackson

already had his eyes on his
next conquest, Sandra Panitch.

Oh. Uh, objection. Speculation.

Overruled.

So Priscilla got
bleary-eyed drunk

with this man, Mr. Strode,

who is literally the
last guy left in the bar

and she sloppily made

one of the greatest beer
goggle mistakes of all time.

Sandra Panitch left the bar
that night with Jackson Hale

and killed him in cold blood.

The evidence says that it is so.

Is this... Is this it?
Here you go.

What's on the tape?

What's on
the tape? What's on the tape?

What's on...

Your Honor, the prosecution

would like to present
some new evidence.

You see the head TV
technician at the station

has been able to retrieve a
backup copy of the video footage

for the night of the murder off
his hard drive and onto this VHS.

This tape, people,

right here tells the story

and is the final nail

in Sandra Panitch's coffin.

So, this is where
the news happens?

Oh, forget about the news.
This is all about the weather.

Hornstock, let me know when
you're ready to plead to murder, too.

Sandra, the best advice I can give
you, as a lawyer, is to take the plea.

Shawn, if it were you and you
didn't do it, what would you do?

Look, Sandra, I'd...

Uh, don't fill her head
with false hopes.

She's looking at life.
Take the plea.

Life?
Do not take the plea.

Hornstock, get back in there.

Buy us another hour
with the judge, please.

Sandra, don't worry, okay? I'm
going to find something, somewhere.

You have my
hand to head promise.

I got nothing.

The only problem is Hornstock is
due back in court any minute now.

There's gotta be
a hidden clue somewhere.

Go down there and stall.

I don't know how
to do that, Shawn.

You are Matthew McConaughey,
and this is your time to kill. Now go.

Keep your shirt on, though.

My patience is running
thinner, counselor.

If your consultants don't
show up here soon,

I'm going to send this jury
off for deliberation.

No, no, no.
Sir, I really don't...

Why are you fidgeting?
Oh, well, I did have,

um, a little issue during the break,
sir, but I cleared it up with a Mylanta.

Your Honor, the state is
still willing to accept the plea.

Obviously, counsel is crumbling
and frankly it's hard to watch.

Ah. Here comes
one of them.

How'd Shawn do?
Nothing. He's still on it.

What? No, no.
It's too late.

I don't have... I don't have any
witnesses. I don't have any motions.

Sandra, I'm sorry.

I got it.

Your Honor, at this
juncture I...

Not just yet, Your Honor.

If I may, I'd like
to address the court.

Objection, this man
cannot address any court.

Young man, have you ever
attended a law school?

Just Ms. Finkleman's
6th grade class, sir,

me, you and the law.

Well, it is under my discretion

to allow any testimony that may
speak to the truth in this case.

Tiny leash, go.

Thank you, sir.

Uh, excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. I would
like to just, uh...

Just what? Speak.

Excuse me, sir,
but you are being rude.

Is it because I'm a yoot?

- A what?
- What's a yoot?

Oh, yoot, yoot.
It's youth.

It's from, uh, My Cousin Vinny.

Terrific film, sir. Objection, your
honor. It's okay, decent at best.

I don't care what
cousin it's coming from.

I'm about to hold
you two in contempt.

Is the plea bargain just out?

Maybe you could go
back now and get them...

Do something.

They beat up on a weakling.

The rest is just smoke-filled,
coffee house crap.

They tortured and
tormented a weaker kid.

And why, because he
couldn't run very fast.

- A Few Good Men.
- Exactly.

I'm warning you. You think you
have a monopoly on the truth.

All right, that's it.
You are in contempt.

Wrong. You want
me on that wall.

You need me on that wall.

Bailiff, please remand
this yoot into custody.

Come on, son.

Don't you, "Come on, son," me.

I am a lawyer and an officer
in the United States Navy.

And you, sir, are under
arrest, you son of a bitch.

Hey, do Bonfire.

"What does it matter
the color of a man's skin

"if men of the cloth, men
of God, take the prime cuts."

I like that. Me, too. I
hope they don't remake it.

"Dr.
Towler told me to change the form.

"He told me to change
the one to a nine.

"He said I'd never work again.

"Who were these men?
Who were these men?

"I wanted to be a nurse!"

Yo, who was that last one?

From The Verdict.
Paul Newman.

Never saw it, but I
like that dude's popcorn.

Shawn, I did it.
I did it.

Good job, buddy.

I'll take it from here.

Miss me?

Hey, Jules.

Bless you. Ladies and gentleman
of the court, juror number five

and the honorable
Judge H. Lelees.

The defense would like
to call to the stand

Mr. Mortimer Camp.

Objection. Mr. Camp
is not on trial here

and a psychic cannot
speak to witnesses.

Judge, I now have evidence
that will shine a shocking and

vibrant light on this case.

Your Honor, after what we just
saw, you couldn't possibly allow this.

Your Honor.

Mr. Camp, your wife wanted
a divorce, you did not. True?

She was unhappy.
I understood.

Sometimes things are
a lot more one-sided

than we would like them to be,

aren't they, Mr. Camp?

For example,

I can relate because
I'm a psychic.

Which means love is
even more difficult for me

than it is for you.

But there is a woman in
this courtroom, right now,

a little slice of
blonde perfection.

A perfectly formed beignet

lightly dusted with
powdered sugar and a badge.

First time that I saw her,
I had a vision

that we would be married.

And we would have
so many kids that

most of them would have
to be put up for adoption.

Where are you going
with this, Mr. Spencer?

Judge, I can't answer
that question for you.

I mean, we work together.

I feel like the two of
you having a connection...

Wondering if it's real or...
Ah...

Was it real, how do
you know? You don't.

Mr. Camp, you couldn't
make your wife love you

so that made you even
more jealous, didn't it?

No more jealous than any other
man would be in the same position.

She was lying to you.

She told you she was taking
tennis lessons after work.

Did you really believe that?

Of course I did.
She's my wife.

I mean, look, I know I'm a really
good looking newscaster and I could

Aaron Eckhart my way around
town. No, no. Not Aaron Eckhart.

Patrick Wilson my way
around town. Better.

You were deceived.

Here's the irony.
She was actually

going to see a marriage
therapist instead.

You're tennis lesson has been
changed to 5:00 p.m. today.

She was seeing Dr. Rosen,
the marriage therapist instead

and if she had only
told you that, perhaps

you wouldn't have taken
matters into your own hands.

You were convinced that she
was cheating on you with Hale

so you decided to
catch them in the act.

Yes, so you laid,
waiting in the station

on the set

'cause you knew Jackson liked to
take his ladies there to seduce them.

To film his trysts.

I guess some girls are
turned on by a weather set.

You heard Jackson enter
that night. It was dark, shadowy.

You premeditated this murder

but you were convinced
it was your wife.

And you knew he'd bring her back to the
studio where he secretly films his trysts.

Using the technician's
green screen suit

you knew you'd
remain undetected.

You waited for them
to drop out of frame...

And you knocked that poor girl out
cold and stabbed you some Jackson Hale.

Then you noticed
it wasn't Connie at all.

It was my client, Sandra
Panitch, an innocent girl

who walked into
the deadly love triangle.

I did. I did.
I walked right into it.

But I had one drink and, you
know, my friends were teasing me

'cause I never had a one
night stand. So I thought like,

"Well, tonight's the night.
Maybe I should do it," and...

Shh. His teeth were so
white and his hair was...

Since Jackson Hale was
not sleeping with your wife,

you thought you could still
put your marriage back together.

And you tried to pin it
on Sandra Panitch.

And you thought you could get
away with first degree murder.

That is a compelling courtroom
drama you've written there.

Good luck proving it.

Oh, we're about to prove it.

Right now.

Officer, the monitor, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, for
your viewing pleasure, I present.

So this is where
the news happens?

Oh, forget about the news.
This is all about the weather.

This proves nothing.

I'm not there.
I'm not there.

Mr. Spencer, I see no evidence
of Mr. Camp in this video at all.

Precisely, Judge.

You see, Mr. Camp wore a green suit
that night.

He knew we wouldn't be
able to see him on this tape.

Because he knew his
green suit would not be visible

in front of the green
screen background.

But his pinky would.

What is he even talking about?

Oh, there you are, standing up,

still invisible
after the dirty deed.

But there's one thing
you didn't know.

All of your dirty
stabbing caused you to

tear one of the fingers
of your green suited glove.

That is your pinky sticking out
from behind that large building.

Objection. How would the defense
possibly prove that it's Mr. Camp's pinky?

I found myself wondering that
very same thing as I stared out

to the twinkly
Santa Barbara sky.

But then I realized one of
those twinkles isn't a star.

I know what tore that suit.

It's an opal stone
from a pinky ring.

But not just any pinky ring.

Ah. I'm sorry. That's
what I get for not looking.

Ah. What are you...

That

pinky ring.

Game, set, match.

Any final words, Mr. Camp?

I love you, Connie.

I just wanted us to
be happy together.

I would have done
anything for you.

Including murder.
Yes.

Including stabbing,
a murder. I mean...

Double, now that
I think about it,

'cause you killed that poor
schlub, Ruben Leonard,

right before he did the
weather, isn't that right?

Two for one day.

Two for one day, Judge.

God!

We need that.
Yeah.

All right, Hornstock.

H-stock!
Hey, what's up, guys?

I just wanted to stop by and say
thank you again for helping me.

And I got Gus
a little something.

Oh, dude, my tie.

Classy. Yeah, gave me the
confidence to win the case.

But I don't need it anymore.

I think there's
a stain on this tie.

Yeah, no stain.

I don't mean to be cocky but I
feel like I can do anything now.

I think it's ketchup.

Who does that? Who borrows
a tie and returns it with a stain?

Hey, Shawn, can I approach
something personal with you?

Approach away. You know that junior
detective that you are so smitten with.

Jules, sure.
Jules!

If things aren't going to go anywhere
in the future would you mind if I...

If I threw my hat in the ring.

Are you being serious? Yeah, I
mean only if you are cool with it,

otherwise you know,
I'll back off.

Of course I'm cool with it, man.

I mean, she does her thing. You
know I do my thing and you know...

And then sometimes,
you know, we fiddle.

We fiddle about. But,
yeah, you should go for it.

- Yeah, really?
- Yeah, get in there if you can.

- Yeah?
- No, do it up.

Make it happen for
yourself if it's right.

Nah, I won't do it.
Nah, you should do it.

You want me to? All right,
I'm gonna go do this. Do it.

Okay.
I'm gonna do it right now.

I'm gonna go get her
right now. Oh, you guys.

I'll see you around, guys.

All righty, buddy.

You are really gonna
let him do that?

Oh, please, Gus, come on.
She's not gonna be into Hornstock.

- I mean, he's Hornstock.
- How do you know?

Because I can... Dude, you
realize you're not really psychic.

Son of a...

Hornstock, hold up. Just
wait a second. Hold up for a...

♪ 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 ♪