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This is crazy.
This is crazy.

This is crazy, Gus.

We haven't had a case
in like, two months!

Let's face it, Shawn, Trout
is never going to hire us.

Man, I'm exhausted,
I'm going to bed. Good night.

I will face no such thing and
neither should you, Burton Guster.

You want to know why?
Because...

Your ancestors died
fighting for your inherent right

to have a fake psychic
detective agency.

My ancestors died
of high blood pressure

which is not
going to happen to me

because I'm not gonna stress
over things that I can't control.

Good night.
Gus!

Dude, you just nailed it.

We've been going
about this the wrong way.

So Trout won't hire us, so what?

We'll just make up our own case.

How? By planting
clues and evidence

and then leading the cops
to said clues and evidence

and then getting hired
to solve the case.

The case that we made up
when we filed a false crime report?

But nobody gets hurt,
nobody even dies!

Right, because
we falsified evidence.

It will hold up. Once
we perjure ourselves?

No, when we get paid.

Man, you know
I'm not tired anymore.

I know exactly
which crime we can fake.

A puppeteer is murdered, and
the only witnesses to the crime

are his puppets.

Then I psychically say that one
of the puppets is the murderer.

Which one?

You must be out of
your damn mind, Shawn. No.

What do you mean, "No"?
But how about this?

The winner of a competitive food
eating competition goes missing.

There are signs of foul play.

We say it's murder.

Dude, no.

However...

Ninja, please. You know I can't
understand anything you're saying.

Yeah, then I'm out of ideas!

That's it, I'm going home.
We just wasted the whole night.

Fine, but it was not a waste.

I choose to believe that if we
put positive energy and vibes

out into the universe

the universe will reward that positivity
by making someone get murdered.

Or bludgeoned,
or robbed... I don't care.

Just so that we can
solve the case!

Man, let's hope so.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, may I help you?

I'm fine.

Just gonna get this body
to the mortuary.

Oh! Oh, no, wait,
he's a John Doe.

I haven't done the autopsy yet.

Wanna come back in the morning?

No.

Gonna take this body
whether you like it or not.

Go ahead and take him,
I don't care.

Yo, Woody!

Got your strudel!

Back off.

Woody, did you get...

Back off!

Everybody, back off!

Everybody, back off!

What the hell's
going on down there?

For God's sake,
spit it out, man!

Hostage.

People, we have
ourselves a situation.

Now look what you've done.

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

Okay, Slim,

I'm not going to hurt you,

but I can't let you do
an autopsy on this body,

because if you do, every single
piece of evidence of the murder

will point in my direction.

I... I don't
want to prejudge,

but I don't have you
pegged as a pathologist.

I mean, I don't know
what the requirements are

in your home state
of North Dakota...

I'm not from North Dakota.

All right, South Dakota, I
knew it was one of the Dakotas,

I have a great ear.

But how could you possibly know
that? And thank you for calling me "Slim."

Boy, it's been a struggle, phew.

I found this body
a couple of hours ago.

In my living room, stabbed to
death with a knife from my kitchen.

I've been set up!

All right, everyone who
doesn't have to be here

stay out of my way
and my sight-lines.

From here on in, this is going to be
referred to as my command center.

Am I clear?
Crystal, sir!

But are you willing to consider
other names for this area

such as "the hostage
juicing room," sir?

What the hell are you two
even doing in my station?

You don't work here, get out!

If I can smell you,
I'm gonna shoot you.

Sir, I believe
I'm being punished

for the scent of Gus'
cocoa butter ointment, sir.

It's not an ointment,
it's a lotion!

All right, let's
keep it moving here.

Okay... Harry,
buddy, pal,

obviously you didn't realize that Gus and
I have been in this exact situation before

and we crushed it!
So, look.

You can just sit back and
relax and we'll handle everything.

I'm just gonna need a
pizza delivery guy uniform

and Gus needs a
dangerous-situation diaper.

Listen, I don't want you within
100 yards of this building, okay?

You're a liability. We can solve this
case and touch hearts along the way.

Starting with yours.

Okay.
Shawn, let's go.

That's Woody in there, man!

Exactly, and if there is a
lunatic with a gun down there,

things are gonna get dangerous.

It's best if you two stay out of the
fray, and leave it to the big boys.

You stay, you die, okay?

Let's go.

Sir, I am here now. I want
you to consider me by your side

as a skilled negotiator
and co-commander.

What's our next move?

Okay. I want you posted down
the hallway to the morgue, all right?

All due respect, sir, what am
I supposed to do down there?

Uh, you can be
co-commander of the hallway.

You can make sure that the
drinking fountain isn't compromised.

How about that?

- O'Hara!
- Yes!

I need you right here,
by my side, right now.

Right here. All
right, not that close.

Okay. This isn't
Dancing with the Stars.

I'll keep you in the loop.

Stupid jerk...

Uh, Chief, these are Woody's
medications from up here in the fridge.

He takes them for anxiety.
Should we take them down to him?

Anxiety? We can't be
concerned about his mental state.

He's half-bananas anyway, right?

It's like his wheel's spinning
but the hamster fell off.

Or it's dead.
I don't know.

I have to tell you,
this is not the first time

someone has pulled a gun
on me in the morgue.

The last one was a former
colleague I had a sexual history with.

This feels different.

I don't want a conversation.

Understand?

The less you talk,

the more likely you stay alive.

Hey, anything you say is between
me, you, and that dead guy there.

Should we give him a name?

My vote would be "Caleb,"
but your vote counts too.

I know his name.

He's Greer Wilson.

Mmm, that's not
as good as Caleb.

We were in the joint together.

I'm assuming "the joint" is not that
new falafel place on Broad Street?

We were in the same cell block.

Had a beef,
got into a nasty fight,

everyone saw it.

When they broke up the fight,

the last thing I said, "The next time I
see your ugly face I'm gonna kill you!"

Now my fingerprints
and DNA is all over his body

and his blood
is all over my carpet.

I didn't do it.
Someone is setting me up.

I bet that's for you.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Hello?

Well, hello there.

This is Harris Trout,
the interim police chief

of the Santa Barbara
Police Department.

With whom am I speaking?

This is Cyrus Polk.

Hello, Cyrus.

Can I call you Cyrus?

I don't care what you call me.

Cyrus, I want you
to listen to my voice.

You are gonna be okay.

We're all gonna be okay.

You made a bad decision,

but you can get out of this
without too much trouble, okay?

We all have things to do.

Personally, I have to get home
in time to watch 2 Broke Girls.

See what kind of pickle
they're in this week, right?

I've been set up for murder.

Yeah, see,
I hate when that happens.

I wanted to take this body

to hold up the investigation
so I can prove my innocence.

Cyrus, I would have done
the same thing as you.

All right, I'll put my best
detectives on this, okay?

In the meantime I just need you to sit
tight and not get too excitable, okay?

I'm gonna hang up now,
but we're gonna talk soon.

I said out!

He just went
Gary Oldman on my ass.

Uh, you might
want to rephrase that.

Why?
Hello!

You are amazing at this.

Yeah, I am.

You should know,

Woody down there is not just
our coroner, he's a very dear friend,

so I thank you for your delicate and
thoughtful approach to this negotiation.

It's refreshing,
and frankly, unexpected.

Oh, thank you, O'Hara.

Yeah, you know,
I have my methods.

I went through a similar
ordeal at Poughkeepsie.

You know, I like to establish a
relationship and get to know the guy

and see what he's feeling...

I find it enhances the moment
before I put a bullet in his head.

Listen, it's
nothing personal, but...

I probably have to kill you
to get out of here.

That's fair.

This lab is chock-full
of embalming fluid.

Highly flammable. You could
threaten to torch the place.

Why are you telling me this?

We're in this together!

Back... Back off!

Look, I can't die.

I have 43 Twitter followers
who depend on me!

Oh, and I have a daughter.

Just promise me you'll
let me continue to tweet.

My daughter and I are estranged.

Kids.

One day they're
tugging at your leg

asking you to lift them
on your shoulders

and the next,
they're angry at you!

Because you drove them to the
Daddy-Daughter Dinner Dance in a hearse.

Obviously we have
some trust issues.

I don't trust anybody,
especially not a cop.

These people look at me
and they see an ex-con

and then they write me off
as some weird kind of animal.

Well, to be fair to them you do come
across kinda mean and super scary.

Personally, me?
I like it.

I just need some time.

I have something.

I may have a way
out of this for you,

but it will involve radical,
unconventional, out-of-the-box methods.

Are you willing
to go off the grid?

It's like trying to
climb a damn Christmas tree.

We gotta get back in there, Gus.

I know, Shawn, but I also
don't want to get arrested.

There's only
one thing left to do.

We're not
going Shawshank, Shawn.

Why not? Because it
would take us three months.

Right. Damn it.

But Woody is family, man!

Yesterday he called me Darnell.

Family is family, Gus.

Woody's not going out
like that, not on our watch.

Trout threw us out, Shawn,

and again, there's no way for us

to get back inside there
without getting arrested.

You're right.

Trout threw out Shawn Spencer

and Darnell Guster.

But he did not throw out
Satchel Gizmo

and Soupcan Sam.

Come on, son.

Do you have
your half of the beard?

Man, you know it's
in the glove compartment.

I'm proud
of you. I'm proud of you.

Let's do this.

Man, we got arrested.

It'll take a miracle
for us to get out of here.

Hey.

I'm
proud of you. Man!

Hello, Cyrus. I don't
want to talk to you.

I want to talk to someone
with the name of Shawn...

"Shawn Spencer and..."

Shawn Spencer and Gutano
somebody. I wanna talk to those two.

There's nobody by those
names in this department.

Well, that's exactly why I want
to talk to them, and only them.

You know? And I want to
communicate face-to-face, you got it?

It's simply not possible, Cyrus.

Let's be reasonable.

Cheese. Cheese!

And together with those two guys
I want you to send some cheese.

Okay?

Cheddar. Yeah, American
cheddar, not the sharp thing.

The yellow one,
you know, the mild.

Grapes.

Okay. Grapes!
Grapes, we need grapes.

Seedless.

Enough!

Okay, that's all.
Over and out.

I can't believe I'm saying this.

O'Hara, get Spencer
in here right away.

What are you guys
doing down here?

Lassie, relax.

We have been requested by the
assailant for a face-to-facer, okay?

My face, Gus' face.

We'd invite your face, but it
wasn't requested. I'm sorry.

Cheese wedge? You have to
stop eating the cheese, man.

Guys, I'm serious.
Back the hell up, you'll get shot.

This is no joke.

Cop!

Interlock your hands and
put 'em behind your head!

Good boy.

You sons of bitches.

You two, over here.

Now.

We come, sir.

Told you.

On your knees,

as if you were
praying for your life.

Drop!

Wait a sec. All right.
Okay. Yup.

There?

Stop! What's going on with you?

Shawn, you know the back
of my thighs are sensitive.

No, why would I
possibly know that?

Come on.
Fine.

How do you guys
always do this? Huh?

Here you go.

Woody here tells me
you're some kind of geniuses.

Yes, that's correct.

Is there some cheese missing
here? Like, maybe two cubes?

You better give me one good
reason why I should trust the two of you

and not kill you

right here, on the spot.

Don't you think your time
would be better spent

giving us a lead on who might have
murdered that man on the table there?

His name is Greer Wilson.

We most recently crossed paths at
a place called Redemption House.

That's the halfway home in the
boonies for recently released felons.

Gus writes letters
to men in prison.

Well, it's no secret I hated his
guts. So did a bunch of guys.

Most of those guys, they know
their way around the set-up.

That's why I want you to go down
there as soon as you can, okay?

You got it.
For Woody.

Hey, hey.
Hey, listen.

I...

I got a wife who loves me.

I got something to live for.

I'm sure you can relate.

Actually, this time, I can.

Gus cannot.
We'll take the case.

O'Hara.

Where's the wife?
She's right here.

This is Rosie Polk and
Edward Tripp, his parole officer.

Is he okay?
Is Cyrus okay?

Is he okay? He's taken my whole
police station hostage. What do you think?

I don't understand what happened.
He seemed fine this morning.

Hey, look, we all
can't marry winners, honey.

Your man-picker
was way off on that one.

But, on a bright note, you do have a
nice caboose, so you should bounce back.

O'Hara, find a nice spot for
her in the conference room.

If I need you
I'll call you, okay?

Okay, Tripp,
I'm gonna need your help.

Of course, sir, anything.

Just let me know
if you need anything.

So, Tripp, you've been dealing with
Cyrus since he was released, right?

Yes, and unfortunately,

I am also Greer Wilson's,
the victim's, parole officer.

I know them both. I'm their first
contact with the outside world, really.

I help them
adjust as best I can.

Look, I'm willing to talk to
Cyrus if you feel it's necessary.

Nope, right now I just need
you to tell me how to break him.

Sorry, sir?

Or get him to
turn the gun on himself.

That'd be even better.

With all due respect, sir, I
take my work very personally.

I blame myself.

I should have
reported this earlier.

I could see him coming
unhinged, but he's not a bad man.

Yeah, well, hold that thought.

Forever.

Okay, everybody!

You can do the slow
Brubaker clap for us if you'd like.

So, how did it go down there?

Woody's fine.

We're gonna look
into Cyrus's claims.

I think he's telling the
truth, Jules. You do?

Sure, he's a criminal,

got a rap sheet longer than a
list of Gus's erroneous zones...

Erogenous zones.
He's on fire today.

But they're all
petty thefts. B&Es.

This guy's not a murderer.
It doesn't compute.

Well then,
we need to hurry, Shawn,

because Trout is
trigger-happy and in rare form.

We have to stall him
from going down there.

Okay, but nobody
likes a nag, Jules.

Boom. HARRIS: Spencer,
Guster, in my office!

Oh, boy!

All right, don't sit.

Okay.
Wait, sit.

No, one of you sit.

No, not the white one!

Okay.

All right, mind-giants.

Give it to me.

What'd you see down there?

Vulnerable spots, access points?

Saw a dead guy.

A bunch of scalpels and...

Tuna fish sandwich with celery.

I never understood
celery in tuna salad.

Thank you, exactly.
Pickles, man!

Gives you the same crunch,
gives you the same texture,

but doesn't taste like
absolutely nothing.

What's your thought on egg?

I'm passionate,
how much time have you got?

Move past the sandwich!

Move past the sandwich.

Okay.

I'm pretty sure
I saw a black guy.

That was me. No, this
guy was super effeminate.

Okay, you guys
are truly useless.

Now, get up and get out of
my office. You're dismissed.

Sure thing.
Okay.

But, to be fair, sir, I don't think
either one of us fully sat down.

Well said.

O'Hara!

I thought about it, bring me
that freakin' coroner's meds!

Hey, sport!

I've...

Got your hostage's pills here.

I want to talk to you for a
minute man-to-man, all right?

Now, I know you're hurting,

okay, but I'm not just
some rookie cop, okay?

I used to be head detective
of this monkey factory

and I still got some juice.

So what do you say
you let me come in there

and we can be heroes together
on this thing, huh?

Get down on all fours.

I'm sorry? Be a good
boy and get down!

Man!

Come on, man!

I'm trying to help you out!

Good.
Can I get up now?

Hey, I just wanted to thank you

for having a change of heart
about Woody's medication.

Yeah, I guess you
could call it that.

All right, turn me on, please?

Okay, we're in.

What do you mean, "You're in"?

I have a visual.

Someone get me a shooter,
please. Nice work, O'Hara.

Whoa, what about Woody?

What, your coroner who lost
a fork inside of two bodies?

Yeah, he might not survive this.

What's up, homes?

I'm Emilio Estevez Estalla, yes!

Just got out of lockdown
for some armed robbery.

This dude here,

he...
Brake yourself, fool,

I just got out of lockdown too.

That's right,
homes. Wait.

No, you didn't.
Yes, I did.

You most certainly did not!
Yes, I did.

One second, vato.

What are you doing? You're
supposed to be my parole officer!

I called an audible.

You can't call an audible,
we only have one play!

Why do you always
get to be the criminal?

I wanna chance to
be offensive too.

What kind of criminal
wears slacks

and tucks his shirt
into his underwear?

A black-collar criminal.
There's no such thing.

It's like white-collar,
only blacker,

and you weren't in Magic Mike.

What if Woody just died?

Just now, because
of this nonsense.

I'd have regrets.
Yeah.

Tighten it up.

I'm sorry,
there was some confusion.

I'm really his PO,
I was testing you.

You passed.

Now, I need a room for
this lowlife piece of trash.

Yes, sir.

Usually you got to talk to
Maurice, he runs the place.

But he's not in right now,
so he left me in charge.

My name's Rocko.

Come on in,
I'll show you around.

Come on.

No offense, Rocko, but
isn't leaving you in charge

like letting a fox
guard the hen house?

Or Jamie Foxx
guard the recording studio.

Maurice likes to give us different
responsibilities around the house.

Mmm. He says it
helps us re-assimilate.

Makes your job easier.

It's a tight ship.

We all gotta do chores,
get jobs...

Keep a 9:00 p.m. curfew and...

Stay within 10 miles of
the house at all times, sir.

Damn, this place is
worse than the joint.

You know what I'm saying, homes?

Hey, man.

Let me holler
at you for a minute.

You gotta come up
out of those shoes, homie.

Yeah.

You see, that's how
I run things up in here.

Dude, I knew I smelled venison.

That guy took my shoes.

Quit playing, Shawn. What
if Woody would have died

just now because of that...
Does it look like I'm playing?

Man, Jules got me those sneaks.

I'm gonna get in trouble.

And I don't think Rocko's as
re-assimilated as he pretends to be.

Matter of fact,
I think he's our killer.

Tighten it up.

Yeah, you can go on upstairs. My room
is the first room upstairs on the left.

It's the only one available.

My roomie Wilson
was found dead this morning.

Oh, yeah?

You don't seem too
broken up about it, homes.

You get what's coming to you.

Okay, what are we looking for?

Any evidence that Wilson
and Rocko were having a beef.

Man, Rocko wasn't lying when
he said Maurice runs a tight ship.

I mean, these guys
report everything.

Dude, looks like Wilson was trying
to get his life together before he died.

No,

what it looks like is that
Wilson was sticking a file

into Cyrus' wife's cake.

Okay, okay, I was having
a relationship with Greer,

but I called it off
as soon as I found out

he went back to doing the things
that got him arrested in the first place.

Oh, so let me get this straight.

The person you were adulterating
with didn't live up to your standards?

Exactly, it was dangerous. He was
going in and out at all hours of the night

doing God knows what
with bad people.

Like adulterers?

It's a tight ship.

We all gotta do chores,
get jobs...

Keep a 9:00 p.m. curfew...

Now, why would Maurice let
Wilson break the house curfew?

Who the hell is Maurice?

Maurice runs the halfway house.

Gus writes letters to
men in prison. What?

Okay, I'm already bored.

We need to go back there, Shawn.

We need to find Maurice.

Yo, Maurice!

We know you're in there, man!

Stop playing with our emotions!

Maurice, come on, ese!

We know that you're here

because the folks inside said
that if you weren't at the store,

you'd be out here.

Because you like to work
on... Dude, I think he gets it.

I'm just trying to let him
know that we're onto him.

We're onto you, Maurice.

- Mo!
- Come on, ese!

Mo! Come out of there
and talk to us like men!

This is some nonsense.

Gosh!

Man, now we have to
clear Cyrus of two murders.

That's how
I run things up in here.

Dude, I bet you
it's that two-faced Rocko.

Got tired of living under
Maurice's rules, killed him.

Maurice, stop
farting around, man!

Will you stop talking like that?

Okay, boys, time to gear up.
Let's go, come on.

Um, sir? Might I remind you
that we have yet to try

any of our
less aggressive protocols?

Ah, detective O'Hara. When I want
your opinion I'll rent Charlie's Angels.

Well, this doesn't
look good, does it?

I don't know. I'm getting a
bulletproof vest just in case.

Uh, can I get one too?

Hey, how's it going up there?

Trout's not open
to any of my suggestions.

I actually think he's willing
to sacrifice Woody to end this.

Nah, I mean, Trout's
crazy, but he's not that crazy.

He is. I looked up that hostage
situation at Poughkeepsie,

the one he keeps bragging about?

Four casualties.

The bad guy, two
civilians and an officer.

It wasn't the officer guarding
the door, was it?

Okay, look.
It's your call, O'Hara.

I'll do whatever I can
from down here.

Stop fidgeting.

Sorry, I'm just getting
these hot flashes.

They killed the AC.

Oh, thank God, I thought I was
going through male menopause.

I mean, I've got
all the symptoms.

Sweaty, my cheeks are flushed,
my nipples have been really tender.

Hey, Cyrus!
Woody's daughter's here.

No, I can't let you see her.

Look, I have been a good sport.

If this thing's going to end

like I fear it might,

can you at least let me
say goodbye to my little girl?

Okay. One minute.

Okay, come on in.

Hi, Dad.

Cyrus, thank you for this. I
feel like I owe you something.

Maybe a nice V-neck?

Just make it quick.

Hey!
Hi.

What the hell
is she doing down there?

Now, if I
in any way led you to believe

that I am your father...
Woody!

This is a plan Lassie and I
came up with to get you out of here

you have to play along.

Sweetie!

Lassiter!

How did she get past you?

How did that happen?

I'm sorry, sir. That's
one of our own in there.

We had to take a chance on a plan
that might actually get him out alive.

No, no, now your plan might
get both of them injured or shot,

'cause my plan
is still the same.

You're all going to see what
happens when you defy my orders.

So, how've you been?

You know...

No, no I don't,
that is why I asked.

So, what's going on? Spill.

Uh, well, things are

pretty much the same.

I guess... You know.

- You're not great at this improv thing, are you?
- I'm not great at this.

We may be looking at a second
murder weapon. I don't know, Gus.

Definitely missing something.

Yes! What, you found
a murder weapon?

No, I found my shoes, dude.

What did you just take?
Nothing, just some tickets.

What kind of tickets?
Lottery tickets. Quick pick.

Shame on you.

Shawn, the dude is dead.

He's not gonna be
playing the game anymore.

Give 'em up.
Man.

Give 'em up!
Here.

Stay within 10 miles of
the house at all times, sir.

He was going in and out
at all hours of the night...

Wait a minute.

These are all bought at
a store that is definitely

more than 10 miles
from here, Gus.

And all after 9:00 p.m.

That's the part of town
he was going to.

So that's condoms.

I don't even know how
we got on this topic

but I am way past
birds and the bees.

When you get around boys,

do you sometimes
get nervous? Clammy palms?

That is normal.

Now, there are changes that will occur
in your... Your southern hemisphere...

Oh, my God.
Hey.

This is not witchcraft.

Okay, sweetie?
Oh, no, no.

No, no.

Yeah,

it's a touching family reunion,

but my life is at stake here!

Let me help you.
Don't touch me!

Stop! Don't touch the body.

You should be
letting me touch it.

Not in a weird way, that...

Based on our earlier talk
would not be normal.

I mean in a medical,
scientific way.

Let me perform the autopsy!

What good would it do?

I'm actually
really good at what I do.

If there are clues in this body that
will lead to someone else and not you,

I'm the only person
who's going to find them.

He is really good.

You're his daughter. Of
course you're going to say that.

What other options do you have?

Untie me.
Let me free.

Take a chance on me.

Okay.

Go ahead.

You got one shot, okay?

And you, out of here.

You know, visitation time is
over. Come on. WOODY: Okay.

Dad.

Uh, no, actually
I think she should stay.

I think she should
stay and assist me.

She actually is taking
after her old dad

and she is becoming
a coroner too.

She is number one
in her forensics class.

Brilliant... Well, I
mean, that's kind of an exaggeration.

Very, very small class.

Now she's being modest.
Strode family trait.

Dad, stop.
No, I will not.

I love you and I'm proud of you.

She's brilliant.
Specializes in fluids.

I'm going to watch
every single move, okay?

We're up to it.

Yeah, I recognize him.

He would buy
quick picks all the time.

Never hit the big one, though.

Speaking of which, do you
mind checking these, please?

Are you kidding me right now?

Since Wilson was murdered,
he's due some good luck now.

At least that's what math says.

Would you please stop
quoting math like it is a person?

Next you're going to tell me
that math is black.

Don't be ridiculous, son,
verb is black. Verb is not...

Verb is black.
Told you. Verb.

Sorry.

Do you remember seeing
Wilson with anyone else?

No. Always alone.

Another dead end.

Oh, now she's getting shy.

When you were a
little girl you were all,

"Oh, Daddy, let me touch the
dead man's pancreas."

Then your mother
turned you against me.

Is that what's going on here?

What the hell is this?

We lost visual.

We lost the visual.

Remember what I told you?

"I'm going to shoot the next
cop that comes down here."

We're going in.

Hey, listen, before or after
you shoot Detective O'Hara,

but preferably before you shoot me,
can I please just show you something?

Hey. What?

This color change
indicates the presence

of traces of sulfuric acid.

Sulfuric acid is not
a common household product.

This amount in the wounds is good
reason to believe that the murder did not

take place in your house.

This could clear you of all
circumstantial evidence.

Woody, talk to me.

- Shawn, Juliet and I found something.
- Juliet? What...

What are you talking about?
What is she doing there?

Well, she was pretending to be my
daughter. Um, she has a colon in her hand.

Long story short, I found a trace of
sulfuric acid in Greer Wilson's wounds.

Do I have any idea what sulfuric
acid is?

That's all I got, Shawn. We
really need you to make this work.

She's got a colon
in her hand! What?

Look, we know Greer
was here, right?

The question is,
what was he up to?

What in the hell was Greer doing
hanging signs all the way out here?

Whatever's back there, he
didn't want anybody to find it.

That's lower than I thought
it was. Oh my gosh. Jesus.

This is just filthy.

I'm going to kill you, Shawn!

Oh, God. What is this place?
It smells like your apartment.

Dude, they made fertilizer here.

Gus, I do not have time
for Encyclopedia Brown.

The clock is ticking, okay?
We gotta solve this case.

Sulfuric acid is used
to make fertilizer, Shawn.

Woody just told you on the phone
that he found sulfuric acid on the body.

That was today?
Oh, my gosh!

That means Wilson was here, Gus!

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Signs of a struggle.

Blood.

Dude, this is where
he was killed.

Whoever killed him would have
been exposed to the same sulfuric acid

Woody found on Wilson's body.

Do not tease me, Rebbie Jackson!

He'll show signs of blistering,
scarring, discoloration.

Oh, my God.
I gotta call Lassie.

Fall in!

Wait, wait, wait wait, wait.

Spencer, you better make this good.
They're getting ready to go in as we speak.

I know who did it. And
they're in the station.

Report coming up. Stand by.

All right, come on
guys, fall in.

Freeze!

Edward Tripp,

you're under arrest for the murders
of Greer Wilson and Maurice Knight.

Are you out of your mind?

Stand down, Detective.

Okay, Trout, listen to me,
I just got word from Shawn

that he's solved the
case. Cyrus is innocent.

I don't care what Spencer says!

Look, I know you don't
trust him, okay? But I do.

And right now I need
you to trust me.

Both of you.

Stand down, officers.

Lower your weapons.

Hey. Hey...

I'm from
a neutral country, okay?

Oh, get away.

Crisis averted, Carlton.

Cyrus has surrendered
and is in custody.

I'm alive, too!
Copy that, O'Hara.

I've seen some dirty PO's in
my day, but you take the cake.

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

Spencer told me the whole thing.

You found out Wilson was
making cash on his old hustle.

Told him you'll look the other
way for a piece of the action, right?

Paid off Maurice to
relax the house rules.

I'm not saying anything.

But then Wilson said
he wants to go clean.

By that time you were in too
deep, so you had to kill him.

Cyrus killed Wilson and Maurice.

It's not even close.

Put your hands behind your back.

Do it!

You found out Wilson
was sleeping with his wife.

Who better to set up for a
murder than a sad sack like that?

You're a disgrace to your badge.

Whoa, whoa, Lassie,
hold up! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, be careful!
What are you doing?

What are you pinheads doing?

We got him!
We got him!

What the...

How do you always
manage to do this?

Come on, get up!
Come on. Come on.

Take him away!

Hey, guys.

Hey, Big Wood.

Hi, on my way to
visit Cyrus in prison.

Got him a "Congratulations on
your reduced sentence" cake.

It cost about a buck and a half
more but I think he'll appreciate it.

Would you like me to bring along
any special messages from the group?

Uh, no, no because
the group does not have

a sick, crack-minded
attachment to him. Just you do.

Well, you don't get over
an experience like that.

Sure.

Juliet.

You should be proud of your
work in the autopsy room. Hmm.

I will never again be able to look at a
boggy prostate without thinking of you.

You're sweet, Woody.

Do you think maybe you should tell
your real daughter about what happened?

Already did. She is now
my 44th Twitter follower.

How sweet.
Yeah.

Then my account got hacked and sent
out spam email from deviant dating sites.

Or I hit retweet by mistake.

Either way, she's
glad I'm not dead.

There it is.

Okay, let's go get
our glory. Yeah.

Wood, I sure hope you're not
hiding a gun in there for old Cyrus.

Come on, you guys.

I'm not that attached.

Sorry, sorry! Tough being
needed by everyone all the time.

All right, Chief, we are all
present and accounted for.

You know, when I first
joined this department,

I had a bit of a condescending
attitude, towards you all, and...

To be fair, it was
just my own prejudice.

It was nothing that you
guys had done or not done,

because frankly I hadn't
seen you in action.

And I have to say,
your teamwork,

your unwavering support,
your camaraderie,

three things I hate.
The fact remains,

you guys are the most misguided,

insubordinate group of people that I
have ever supervised in my career.

And I refuse to run a department

where I don't have
100 percent support

from every officer
under my command.

Now, I'm very comfortable
saying the following.

You're fired.

You're fired.

You two were never hired,
but you're both fired in spirit.

You guys are remnants of the
former regime and clearing you out

is the first step into bringing this
department into the 21st century.

Dismissed!

No.

Hold on a second.

Yeah, Trout here.

Yeah.
Yeah, I got a minute.

Yeah. Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Sure.

Yeah, I just got fired.

Internal affairs
determined that my tactics

during the hostage standoff exposed
the department to unnecessary liabilities

due to the high risk of
civilian and officer casualties

during the operation.

Well,

this is me packing it in.

Okay, I think I left
the gun over here.

You know,

as a consultant, I'm
always prepared, you know.

Because at a certain point, an
assignment will come to an end.

Oh, and by the way, I never
got you two as a couple.

Just saying.

What?

No.

Oh. Well, that's not...
He can't. He's bitter.

He can't say that, sweetheart.

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