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Sir,

I do not mean to be rude.

But these are the 23 seconds
of peace that I get during my day.

Once those doors open, I'm on
the go till my head hits the pillow.

And I need this time
to check in with myself.

And get my head right.
People are counting on me.

And so I ask you, respectfully,

not to intrude on
my meditative state.

I was just going to tell you that
you got some schmutz on your pants.

What? Yeah, it looks
like you sat in bird guano.

Man!

Damn it, Guster. 10 minutes
early is five minutes late.

Come with me, now!
Yes, sir,

Mr. Latrek.

Gus, the phone's ringing.

Gus, the phone is ringing.

Where is that guy?

Hello?

Hello, can you hear me? You've
reached the offices of Psych.

Oh, well.

That's on you, phone.

I need you to personally go over the
last few months of data call reports,

correlate those with the weekly
and monthly territory analyses.

Plus, I want you to rewrite evaluations
for all the high prescribers in the region.

Schedules, nuances, peccadilloes
of the support staff, et-cetera.

So we're all working with
the same information for once.

Yes, sir. Mr. Latrek.

Can do.
Look,

I know you've been
with us 14 years

and have something like
a 111 unclaimed vacation days.

I'd ask someone else
to do this crap,

but I saw you first.

Thank you, sir. Get it to
me by the end of the day.

But don't kill yourself.

Hey!

I'm sorry, did I wake you?

No.

I was not asleep.
I was in a deep

meditative state.

Look, I just have a question
about your motorcycle insurance,

so I can pay this bill.

That's ridiculous. I paid my insurance the
day I bought my motorcycle, 8 years ago.

Yeah, this bill's been coming
to my place, ever since.

Oh, Pop,

this is one of those scams
that the elderly often fall for.

Shawn, in order to have a license, you
have to keep up your insurance payments.

That's the law.
What, are you joking!

What kind of police
state is this?

This is exactly
the kind of stuff

that's gonna throw me right
off the grid, man. Off the grid?

You're barely on the grid!

I pay for your insurance,
Juliet pays your rent,

Guster pays for everything else.

Those are bald faced lies
and you're a bald headed liar.

Shawn, there is a thing
called a monthly nut.

That's what your friends are out there working
for, while you're enjoying hammock time.

Are you trying to say that I'm
a leech? No, I didn't say that.

I may think it.

I may nod when others say
it, but I definitely didn't say it.

Well, good.

Because you want to know why?

Things have just been
a little tight lately.

Trout didn't hire us, and the
phone hasn't exactly been...

Gus enjoys paying for things.

That's why I let him, 'cause
it makes him feel good.

And Jules never asks
me for money, ever, so...

What, you just
want me to take stock of myself?

I just want to pay this bill.

Well, you don't have to.

I will take care of it myself.

You know why?

Because I am a grown-ass-man.

I don't know.

Are you?

Sorry, Spencer.
I cannot help you.

Oh, come on, Lassie.
I helped save your wedding.

Just give me one
for old time's sake.

No, no.
You listen to me.

Trout going 5150 was
the stroke of luck I needed

to get me out of those horrible
blues and back on a homicide.

And I'm not going
to jeopardize that

by hiring your slacker ass.

No offense.

Please give me some money!

Can't you just leech it off
of Juliet, she's used to it.

She's in Florida.
Visiting her aunt,

or someone she's related to.

Besides, I am not a leech.

All right, look. I
gotta go. I got a case.

Great. I'll meet you there.
No, no, no, no, no,

you will not, all right?
Besides, it's a suicide.

There's nothing
for you to solve.

I'm sensing that it's not.

You need me, man.
You need me back.

Hello?

Is that a fake hang up?
You're doing a bit?

Damn it.

Oh, shit.

Dude! This is
a huge case.

Finally! I got it off
the police scanner.

Would you please stop
pretending to work?

I'm not pretending, Shawn.

The target list from the last
few cycles got all screwed up.

Nobody cares about the
words that you're saying!

Lassie needs us.

I'm working for
the weekend, Shawn.

What? Gus!

Man! I'll give
you 30 minutes.

You rode your motorcycle here?

No.

Damn it.

Which of my big boy words

did you not understand when
I said, "Do not come here?"

I didn't understand any of them.

You're wrong about this.
The murder vibe is strong

and I am sensing billable hours.

All right, jackass.

You want to see what a
textbook suicide looks like?

Feast your eyes.

This looks like my place.

Same color palette.

Same fixtures.

I had that sofa.
That rug, too.

Dude. There's the
hutch that I ordered.

Okay, Gus.

Meet the late John Russell.

Age 35. According to
his business card

he worked a dead end job as
a sales rep at some place called

"California Coast Insurance."

By all appearances,
he lived alone.

Oh, my goodness.

No sign of forced
entry, no sign of a struggle.

No sign of a significant
other in his life.

Empty pill bottle near his hand.

The brother didn't
even have a cat.

Well,

I will admit that as far
as murders go, this feels...

Subtle.

Gus.

Gus.
What?

You all right, up there?

Yes. You are.

No.

Who gives a bowling
trophy for sixth place?

I got sixth place once.

It's a hard thing to do.

Two, three, four,
five other guys.

Suddenly get hot with
the ball, and there you are.

Sixth place.

Does that make me a
bad bowler? Does it?

John Russell.

Russ.

This guy was
as average as they come.

A faceless cog who
finally realized

that life wasn't going to get any
better, and so what's the point.

I think we're safe to
call this one a suicide.

No! No!

This was a good man who
lived a rich, proper and full life.

A man who had it all.

Come here.

Do the thing you do
and say it's murder.

Gus, nobody wants this to be a
murder more than I do, but check it out.

Tell them it's murder, Shawn.

Tell them it's murder.

This man was a responsible
citizen of the world

and he did not go out like this.

There is absolutely no doubt in
my mind that I've been murdered.

And by that obviously, I mean,

I've been murdered.

You said 'I've' again.

I know!

Are you sure about that?

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

Find me a clue, Shawn.

Find me a clue now.

There are no clues,
I can't just make stuff up.

That's all you ever do.

Don't say it's all I ever do.

I mean, I have a
gift of sorts... Ow!

You owe me, Shawn.

Okay, fine, fine.

Hey, everybody,
listen up, I have a thing.

Everybody, listen to Shawn.

This man,

is not the faceless cog.

That he so clearly
appeared to be.

Regardless of your
vantage point.

Nope.
To the untrained eye

it may have looked like the final
desperate act of a forgettable drone.

You know, him, snuffing
out the light of his dismal,

loveless, earth toned

failure of a life.

Get to the point.
It was, in fact...

Wait for it...

Murder.

And we're done here.
Yup. Thanks, guys.

Dude, the Renaissance
Fest, next Saturday.

The Renaissance Fest
for next Saturday.

Whoa-ho-ho-ho!
Wait a second.

I am sensing that
John Russell made plans

to attend an event
in the future.

Next weekend that he
knew he would not live to see.

Now, that's a little weird.

Don't we think?

In conclusion,

I'm going to go ahead and say that
it's possible, though not probable,

that maybe, just maybe,

this was, in fact

murder.

Though, probably not.

Slightly.

My Golly, that was
so compelling.

You know what, you swayed me.

Here you go, Hardy Boys.

Go investigate.
Ooh, yes.

But you're not
gettin' a dime. No.

Let's catch us a killer.

Come on, what are you doing?

Getting my head right
before we investigate, Shawn.

If there's a murderer in here,

I'm gonna find him.

Oh, yeah? How
you know it's a 'he'?

It's semantics, Shawn.
It's not semantics.

Who's gonna pay us
for this? The universe.

Man, that is not a thing.

Yes, it is.

Why are we in your
office? This is not my office.

I work at Central Coast
Pharmaceuticals.

This is California
Coast Insurance.

Milli was not Vanilli.

What?

I know what goes on in offices.

Everyone is a suspect.

It's like Russ's death had
no effect on these people.

Who's Russ?

I meant Russell.
John Russell.

Having fun?

Excuse me?

Is that your yogurt?

I'm eating it, aren't I?

Really?

Are you eating
a dead man's yogurt?

Relax.

I didn't think he
needed it anymore. Oh.

Besides, it expires
in three days.

Three days?

Three days!

What would you do if
that was Jesus's yogurt?

- Gus.
- What?

No. Where were you
last night at 10 p.m.?

Home. Was that before or
after you murdered John Russell?

What?
What is this commotion?

I'm sorry, we're actually...
We're with the SBPD.

We'd like to ask you a few questions
regarding the mysterious circumstances

surrounding the death
of John Russell.

Yeah, that's, that's right.

Of course.

John was our top sales rep.

He was reliably efficient,
he'd been with us for 15 years.

He had 113 unused vacation days.

Hey, that's how many Gus has.

I have 111.

Uh, he was a nice fella.

A little dull.

Oh, no.

Is there a problem?
No, Mr. Latrek...

Mr. Grouse. Continue.

Well, when I found out it was a
suicide, I can't say I was surprised.

He didn't seem to have
much of a life outside of work.

Mmm, that's not actually true.

In fact, he had a very
full and exciting life.

He didn't even
have a girlfriend.

He was between relationships.

But he was very sought after.

Very sexy.
Gus.

What?
No.

A very sexy man.

If you say so. Uh...

Do you think that foul play
might have been involved?

No. Yes. Things are definitely
pointing in that direction.

It's unbelievable.

He seemed
so, uh, you know, anonymous.

All right, uh, Mr. Grouse, do you
remember anything out of the ordinary

about John, before he died?

Well, he'd been late for a
few days. That was unusual.

But I let it slide,
he was my top guy.

And he only made 48K a year.

$48,000?

That's right.
Tax free?

No. You need to fill
that position, right?

I mean, you have to replace
him. We'll promote from within.

Ooh. You think
that's the best idea?

Because I can come in here

and I can be refreshing
and I can see things

with fresh eyes for you.

Scape it up.

Will there be
anything else? Ooh!

May I keep this?

No!
It was a gift.

Ooh! How about this?

No!

If there's nothing else...

Spite your face.

That guy needs to turn the
page to the 20th century, Gus.

What? It's a
dead-end, man.

What? Ugh!

Come here.
But, uh!

Come here, man.
Find me a clue.

Find me a clue, right now.

Oh, my God.
What?

I'm so bored. How do you
look at these all day long?

Wrong answer, Shawn.
Try again.

Shawn!

Huh! What's happening?

Well, well, well,

look who it is.

Here for something else?

A desk chair?
A ficus!

That's a palm.

And if you must know,
I'm taking John's computer.

Oh, my gosh!

Look, I'm the number
two guy, and I had dibs.

My computer is,
like, 10 years old.

Hells no.
Gus.

No, uh...

I don't know, dude.
He's a little, uh...

Gus!

People of Central
Coast Pharmaceuticals...

California Coast Insurance.

People of California
Coast Insurance,

a man has died.

A man you worked side
by side with for 15 years.

Yet, to have walked amongst
you, you'd never know it.

Where are the flowers?
The tears?

Where are the hushed tones and
the keening wails of the bereaved?

Oh, for shame!

What is a man's life worth?

Just something to be stripped
for parts once he's gone?

Russ was one of you.

Who's Russ?

Don't, shh!
Not a good...

Well, Mr. Yoplaitah...

Maybe if you'd bothered
to get to know the man

you would have grown close enough
to enjoy the intimacy of a nickname.

A man has died.

And you must at least
let his hard drive cool

before you may claim
his computer as your own.

What's this about
a computer, Quan?

I called dibs on
John's computer.

It's not like he needs it.

Why don't you cool
down? Get off me.

Easy there, Denzel.

Little more Mighty Quinn,
little less Training Day.

Let's leave John's stuff alone, all
right, Quan? Let's have some respect.

And you two,
I talked to the SBPD.

They say you don't
work for them.

They're this close to hiring us.

It's just a matter
of paperwork, really...

I think it's time
for you both to leave.

Yes, Mr. Latrek.

The name's Grouse.

Yes, sir.

I've always wanted
to work in insurance.

Ruminate on that.

What is going on with you, man?

You're taking this
very personally.

Check it out. I stole it
off of the janitor's cart.

We are sneaking back in tonight!

Wait, you don't steal key cards.

That's not your thing. I've
never been murdered before.

It's liberating.

I do not like this.
It feels wrong.

You do this kind
of stuff all the time.

Yeah, but now you're doing it.
It's totally throwing me off.

I'm gonna start
saying stuff like,

"Hurry up!"
And "Be careful!"

I'm in.
Get outta here.

What! You know
that's right.

Well, let's see.

Boom!

That email came
in after he died.

It's addressed to Dr. Alan
Champion from Angela Bennet.

So?
Dude,

that's Sandy Bullock and Dennis
Miller's name from the movie, The Net.

You remember The Net?
Of course.

Dude, I swear I remember
every movie I've ever seen.

I couldn't tell you one thing
that happens in The Net.

Not one. I know I saw it.

I think I saw it twice.
Dude, we saw that together.

Dude, check this out.

It says they're supposed to meet
tonight in the Buena Vista Lounge.

"Come alone."

Gus, this is good.

Let's call Lassie and get paid.

Ah! No.

Come alone, Shawn,
means we go alone.

No.

It's a common mistake.
It means we get paid!

Let's go.

Do you have a reservation?

Yes. Dr. Alan Champion.

Alan Champion...

There's no reservation
under that name.

Oh, um... How about
Angela Bennet?

Your name is Angela?

I meant Jack Devlin.

That's Jeremy Northam's
name from The Net.

Northam was in The Net? Mmm-hmm.

Nothing.

Uh, sorry, no.

Jason Bourne?

No.

Jack Bauer.

Tony Stark.

Billy Elliot.

Ferris Bueller,
Edward Scissorhands,

Han Solo.

Hans Landa.

Han-Nah Montana.

Mr. Popper, Mr. Bean,

Mr. Ripley,
Mr. Jeeves, Mr. Pink,

Mr. White, Mr. Brown,
Mr. Blond, Mr. T,

Dr. T,

Dr. Jekyll,
Dr. Phibes, Dr. Evil,

Dr. Horrible,
Dr. Doolittle,

Frodo, Gandalf, Bilbo,
Neo, Morpheus,

Trinity, Simba, Zazu,
Ross, Chandler, Joey,

Jerry, George, Elaine, Kramer,

Kirk, Spock, Picard, Data...

John Russell?

Right this way,
Mr. Russell.

There it is.

Beginning, middle and an end.

Thank you.

Hello.

You're not John.
What?

Let... No, wait,
wait, wait, wait...

Dude, I just got smoked
by a blind ninja.

And her hair smelled
like Magnolia blossoms.

Uh, yes, I am interested
in walking your small dog,

the one with the beard.

How much is that gonna pay me?

What, you want to walk my dog?

I don't have a dog.

Are you or are you not
looking to hire a dog walker?

You are a dog walker.

Well, that doesn't
make any sense.

This flyer is very confusing.

I am a contributing member
of society, and I need work.

I...

Hello?

So, uh, going off Shawn's
hunch that this is a murder

and not a suicide.
It was my hunch.

I still think he killed himself.

I put on my
forensic pathologists hat,

and imagined what
Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh would do

if this were an episode
of Crossing Jordan.

Then I imagined how actress,
Jill Hennessy would approach

playing Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh if this
were an episode of Crossing Jordan.

Woody, that's deep.

What'd you turn up?
Nothing. Dead end.

Here's what I know.

This suicide scene was as staged
as an episode of Crossing Jordan.

I knew it!

The residue from the pill bottle
found in John Russell's hand

tested positive for Seconal,

but he has a heart condition.

Seconal is not recommended
for people with heart conditions.

That proves it.
Proves what, Gus?

The man killed himself.

I don't think he was looking
for a heart-healthy way to do it.

It's something, Shawn.
It's all something.

The mysterious
beautiful blind woman.

Quan, the pills. John Russell
was an upstanding citizen.

He did not go out like that.

Well, he was not too upstanding
if he was hanging out at this place.

Putin on the Ritz.
It's a Russian night club.

And it's shady.

Dangerous people doing dangerous
things to dangerous people.

Oh, yeah, I just go
there for the buffet.

Taste of St. Petersburg
in your own backyard.

Mmm. Except it's not my backyard
and people have died there.

But what can I say.
I'm a foodie!

Look, Gus,

sometimes people do
actually kill themselves.

It happens. Nope. Not this
time, Shawn. I wouldn't do that.

It's not you, it's him.

Look, if you wanna leave, fine.

I'll do it myself.
I'm with you, all right?

I am. I just need to
know one thing first.

What?

Do you think I'm a leech? Yes.

I do.

What do you have, my friends?

Hi. We're... My name is Burton
Guster and this is my partner,

Laika, the space dog.

We were wondering, have you
seen this man around here recently?

How long this child
been missing?

Many people come
in and out of P.O.R.

Buffet very popular.

Sure. Is there an actual Vladimir,
and if so, may we speak with him?

Vlad very busy.

He's meeting with
his 10 o'clock now.

No! No!

No! No!

No!

He has very long day ahead.

We'll wait.
No, we won't.

We'll see you again, real soon.

Book it.

No. Until I hear
something concrete

the John Russell case is closed.

I know this guy, Vlad, is somehow
involved with the death of John Russell.

Well, now, that would
be a pretty neat trick!

Considering Vlad spent the
last 72 hours in county lock up

and was only
released this morning.

This morning?
That's right.

And if John Russell was
involved with a Russian gangster

we would've found this
thing called evidence.

We went over that sad, little
apartment with a fine tooth comb.

Really? I bet you didn't
try toilet, freezer, leisure.

The holy trinity
of hiding places.

Let's go, Shawn.

Still not hiring you.

See! See!

I told you something
was going on, Shawn.

Look what they did
to my apartment.

Okay, this is not your apartment.
You do know that, right?

Oh, isn't it, Shawn?
Isn't it?

Wow. All right, man. Let's just do a
quick round of pooper, flooper, looper,

and then go get you the help
that you so desperately need.

It's toilet, freezer, leisure.

What did I say? You said,
pooper, flooper, looper.

I don't think so.

All right, my bad.

I got it... I got it wrong.
I got your thing wrong.

I know how you think.

Toilet.

Freezer.

Leisure.

Boom!

I knew this was
more than 12 pounds.

I just picked up the 7-10 split.

Gus, holy crap, man!
You did it!

What!

It's a death certificate.

Who's Pony Wayne White?

Maybe Em can tell us.

No, looks like nobody's here.

Should we knock, or...

Okay.

That's how I knock.

All right. Scale of 1 to 10.
How much did that hurt?

Zero.

Come on, son.

Tell me this, Shawn.

Why are there so many
pictures of John Russell?

I don't know.

Why is there
a picture of us, Gus?

What?

You know, what?

Maybe this was a
suicide after all.

Let's go.

Who the hell are you?

Who the hell are you?
I asked you first.

I'm a private investigator. Well,
I'm a private investigator too.

You just said that
because I said it.

Don't tell me what I said.
I just did.

How about you lower those guns?

Why are you pretending
to be blind?

I'm not pretending.
I have astigmatism.

You have to do a lot better
than that, honey bunny.

I'm not gonna have to do anything,
pumpkin, I'm the one with the guns.

How about you lower those guns?

What's your relationship
to John Russell?

What's yours? Were you
two romantically involved?

Were you? Are you
involved with anyone?

Why? Because you
are incredibly attractive!

Don't tell me what
I am. I just did.

John hired me.

He said he was going to bring
me evidence of something big

but he never showed up.

Something big, huh?

Don't do it, Gus.
Something like this?

Damn it.
I guess that makes you Em.

Emmanuelle. Give me that... No.

It's not going down
like that. Guns first.

Oh, so shorty got ice
water in his veins now, huh?

Like a chilled martini.
Cool, yet unmistakable.

Gus, it's too much.
What!

Look, why don't you guys just compare
rates on Expedia and get a room already?

Man!

I have astigmatism too. Shut up.

Okay. My butt
is vibrating.

That means I'm going
to check my phone.

Easy. Easy.

Talk to me, Woody.

Woody found evidence that John
Russell was force-fed those pills.

Gus, you were absolutely
right, man.

This was not a suicide.

John Russell's dead?

Welcome to the Na...

Why was John giving you a death
certificate for Pony Wayne White?

I think it had something
to do with insurance fraud.

That's why he hired me.

He wouldn't tell me much more. He said
he wanted to do some leg work on his own.

I would follow him and take
pictures in case something happened.

You must be a real brave girl.

Don't tell me what I am.

So, is this your car?

No, this is a company car.
Gus is a pharmaceutical rep.

It's my day job. Being an
investigator is my real passion.

What's your day job?

His day job is
me working my day job.

Yeah, but...

I'm thinking about
taking work as a Manny.

I'm going to apply for this gig.

Okay, this is for someone
looking to get hired as a nanny.

Not hire one.

What?

I call shotgun next time
we're in the car.

No.

I don't sit back there.
The doors don't work.

Too bad. I called it.

What? You can't do that.
She just did.

Pony Wayne White?

I know that name.

I just did an autopsy
on him last week.

But this says he's been
dead for two months.

That can't be right, can it?

I mean, I think I'd notice if a body
had been dead for two months...

The smell alone, yeah.

Who are you?

Who are you?

I'm Detective Carlton Lassiter.

Yeah, well, so what?

Oh! This says cause
of death, cardiac arrest.

Yeah, sure. If cardiac arrest puts
grapefruit sized holes in your chest...

See, here's the death
certificate I signed last week.

'Cause of death,
gun shots to the chest area.'

I remember this guy. He was
killed trying to rob a shooting range.

Which just proves that
Darwin was right.

And there's my signature.

I think that's a forge.

Uh, why would I forge
my own signature, Shawn?

No, no, Woody.
Not that one.

This one here. I think someone took
your signature and then drew over it.

See, Emmanuelle, I'm
a psychic. Good for you.

My God, I feel so
violated, Emmanuelle.

And yet in a weird way,
flattered.

So someone... Forged
an official death certificate.

For Pony Wayne White
two months before he died?

Unless... Unless there are
two Pony Wayne Whites...

This could be the insurance
fraud John was investigating.

Look, we should... We should
check out the White House.

Yes!
What...

Uh... Uh, what?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Okay, guys, I...
I got to go.

Someone has to lead.

I have a standing shotgun in
this vehicle and everyone knows it!

Gus, is that an old French fry?

I am in a metal cage of despair!

This is it.

Pony Wayne White's.

Okay, guys, you're going to have
to open my door from the outside.

Mrs. White?

Maybe.

My name is Emmanuelle
and this is my partner...

Denzel Diggs Underwood
Morris Chestnut Washington.

I can hear you.
That is my bit!

We'd like to ask you
about your husband's death.

Oh, he'd just opened up
a club for ladies.

You know, where fellas
shake it for money and what not.

Well, are they hiring?
Because I could use the work.

And I'll shake my junk
any old place.

Sorry for asking, but how did
he afford something like that?

He took a loan.

Wouldn't say from who.

Couldn't go to no bank,
not with his record.

'Course, the interest
is real high.

Well, did Pony have
life insurance?

Yeah, but when I tried
to collect...

They says Pony died of a
heart attack two months ago.

Did you ever meet a guy
named John Russell?

Yeah, he was going to
look into it for me.

Then some other guy calls
and says it's his case now...

That's the last I heard
from anybody.

I think I know who that guy is.

Thank you.

Messed up, you guys
leaving me in here like that.

I'm not a child!

What do you think
Quan's doing here by himself?

And where's everyone else?

Well, well, well.

Looks like you and I
are gonna have a nice...

Conversation.

Quan didn't do it.
But he might have a lead.

John discovered some sketchy
payouts from the company,

but he wouldn't
tell me any more.

That must be why
you wanted his computer.

I figured this is my chance since
we got a half day for John's funeral.

See, man. Quan's a good
dude. He's trying to help out.

Still doesn't explain
the yogurt.

I still can't access
these accounts.

They're password protected,
which is weird.

Man, watch out.
Come on, move.

Just calm down, all right?

That's what I keep getting.

Do you have any idea
what the code may be?

There's like 17,000
possible combinations.

Try 'ADB'.

Or 'BDA'.

Or 'BAD'.

I'm in.
I got it right, didn't I?

No. I found a backdoor
into the system.

Just like in The Net.

What?
Hey!

All right! GUS: That's
what I'm talking about.

Print it all.

Nice to see you're
feeling better, Mr. Russell.

I'll tell you this, Jules.

We actually get paid for this...

You're gettin' a taste.

Okay? No, I insist.

Now, tell me all about Florida.

Start at the beginning.
Whoa... Hey! Shotgun! Shotgun!

Hey, I called it
in the elevator.

No, you cannot call shotgun
before you even see the car.

- We don't have time for this.
- I don't care.

It's not fair,
and I'm mad as hell!

Fine, we can call it on three.

One, two...

What?

Shotgun!
Shotgun!

Shotgun!
Shotgun!

Shawn, get Lassie on the phone!

And make sure she's safe.
I'll keep him occupied.

Hey, Gus, be careful!
Don't tell me what to be!

Let's dance.

All right.

Try to mess with me?

Come on, son.
What did you think this is?

You think this is
my first rodeo?

What?

Oh, gosh!

All right.

All right, all right.

It's me and you, baby.
Come on.

It's me and you.
Here we go.

What? I just got
you serviced.

Oh, man!

Oh, gosh.

Oh, gosh! Oh, gosh!

Drop it!

Oh, Lassie.

Don't shoot him,
he's just a kid!

I did it! I did it!

Dude!
I did it.

Uh! I did it.
Yeah, you did...

Oh, Gus!

Oh, we all see
where this is going.

No, it was a gift.

Why is there a picture
of us, Gus?

This guy's just a trigger man.

I know who killed John Russell!

And I know who he's working for!

Let's go get him. Lassie,
we're going to need a ride.

Shotgun.

Damn it!

What can you say about John?

Number one sales rep.

Reliably efficient.

He will be missed.

Would anyone else like to speak?

I would.

John Russell

was a cog.

A faceless,

nameless,

reliably efficient,

cog.

But here's the thing.

This world was built off the
sweat, toil and dedication of cogs.

If we do our job right...

You won't even know
that we're there.

And that's the way we like it.

You see, cogs thrive on order.

But something was out of order

at Central Coast
Pharmaceuticals...

California Coast Insurance.

Come on, son.

California Coast Insurance.

Something makin' it hard
out there for a cog.

You see, somebody was
giving loans to bad people

in exchange for
a cut of the action.

A cop would call that person...

A loan shark.

But John Russell
used to call him...

His boss.

What?

Mr. Grouse paid out death
benefits to people who were still alive.

He took a loan.

Wouldn't say from who. Couldn't
go to no bank, not with his record.

Elaborate stuff, too. Death
certificates, the whole bit.

Here's the death certificate
I signed last week.

"Cause of death, gunshots
to the chest area."

Did you know that some of the
worst establishments in Santa Barbara

are owned by dead people?

That's ridiculous!
He's lying!

Pony Wayne White,

opened up Pony's,
The Mane Event.

Spelled M-A-N-E.

After he suffered a
fatal heart attack,

with a loan that he received

from Mr. Grouse.

Now, that's one
entrepreneurial zombie.

These people know me, okay?
They trust me.

Everything was just fine.

But then Pony had to
go and die for real.

And when John Russell discovered
that something funny was going on...

John discovered some sketchy
payouts from the company,

but he wouldn't
tell me any more.

Grouse decided it was time
that John finally took his vacation.

A permanent one.

This is outrageous.
You can't prove this!

Man, I already have.

All right, Grouse.
Let's go.

Son of a bitch.

So, who do I talk to
about getting your job?

What?

John Russell

thought that doing
the right thing

was more important
than doing the safe thing.

He may have lived
his life as a cog,

but he died a hero.

That man is sexy.

He gets it from me.

I don't think so.

You know, this buffet
isn't that bad.

Hey, well, consider this on me,

now that you're
gainfully unemployed.

No, no, no, I got it.

I'm debt free and I have an
emergency fund earning 1.25%.

I'm good. At least for the
next four to six months.

Well, here's to the
next four to six months.

I must break you.

With a couple of very
refreshing vodka beverages.

It's not good stuff, you guys.

Look at you, earning
your monthly nut. What!

Ah, it's only part time, but
I gotta admit, it feels good.

Bringin' home the bacon.

Smackin' it.

Flippin' it, rubbin' it down.

Oh, no.

I like the bacon.
Hey.

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

Quitting your job like that,
all man style.

Man, look. I'm done
with the cog thing, Shawn.

It's time for me
to do the Gus thing.

I'll say this much. I am going
to put in a good word with Vlad,

when you're ready
to start working again.

I gotta tell you, Gus.
What we've done here,

is build an amazing team.

Ground floor.
Grass roots.

I mean, you work closely
with people, you learn things.

Like their names.
And it's nice, and it's rich.

Shawn, you've had this job
for like 45 minutes.

Sure. But it doesn't
feel that way.

Hey, guys.
Check out this action.

Hey!

I told you not throw
bottles anymore.

Get out!

You're fired.

Copy that, big bear!

It's Vlad.

Well, I gave it
the old college try.

Gus, I'm gonna need you
to get your job back...

Right away.
Dude, that bridge is burnt.

Security had to taze me.

Well, we'll figure
something out.

We always do.

I'm gonna say my goodbyes.

Hey, Alexi!

Alexi, don't be a stranger!

We need to get outta here.

Do svidanya.

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