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Okay.
All right.

Uh, it all started last week,

with the new job.

So you get this to keep? Not
to keep. It's a company car.

But you can drive it whenever you want, as
fast as you can, with full diplomatic immunity?

Do you understand how
a company car works?

It is jet black.
Like me.

Holy living soda fountain!

Gus, that's fully functional.
Yup.

And you're certain this
stuff I'm eating is flax seed?

I think they mill it with cinnamon
or something. Don't use your hand!

Okay?

Oh, my God. Gus.

You have found the only healthy
thing that ever tasted good, ever.

And you have it in endless supply
right here in your new office kitchen.

I know. Come on.

These guys were our biggest
rivals. I knew them from college.

Oh, thanks. We are
out of this stuff, though.

Three weeks vacation, yearly retreat
in Belize, but here's the best part:

she loves reggae, brought
jerk chicken to the potluck,

and re-reads Harry Potter once
a year to keep herself centered.

You move fast, my friend.

Her name is Love, literally.

Well, her middle name.
But literally.

And she's single.

And how many times
have you spoken?

None.

I got it off her company bio.

And I follow her
anonymously on Instagram.

Is this a little creepy?

It could be interpreted
that way, yes.

That's when I knew.

That's... That's
when it became clear.

You know? That's
when it became real.

That's not true.

It didn't become real until
I said it out loud.

I've made a decision.

About next weekend?

Are you not coming up?
Because I can come down.

You're not driving down.

Shawn, what's wrong?

I can't do this anymore.
It's too hard. It's...

It's freakin' impossible.

What are you saying?

I am saying that I am going

to move up there to be with you.

You're closing Psych.
Yes.

A man can follow a woman
because he loves her.

Okay? There is no rule,

or law against that. And if
there was, I would break it.

And it wouldn't be quiet. I would
do it brazenly, and out in the open.

Are you sure this is right?

Oh, sweetheart, it is so right. I have
never been so sure about anything.

I listed my motorcycle on
amishswap.com,

I already have offers for
a mountain pie maker...

What? And a water
powered butter churn.

Oh, my God. This
is happening.

This is really happening.

What did Gus say?

Shawn?

Shawn?

I haven't actually told him yet.

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

Gus, sometimes in this life, there are
things that are just so difficult to say.

You know?
I'll give you an example.

I ate all the food in your
earthquake emergency barrel.

You raided my
emergency kit? Yes.

No, not me. I didn't.
No, someone raided it,

and, damn it, we're gonna find
them, and we're gonna make 'em pay.

Shawn, I took a year
stocking that thing.

That's why I'm so upset that the
same dude used all the blankets

to make a desk fort.

Shawn!
Gus.

Listen, you're such a
sensitive soul.

A very, very sensitive soul.

Now, I need you
to brace yourself

for some truly disturbing news.

Spencer, what the hell?
I don't know.

Lassie, I'm not...
I don't know.

I'm completely freaked
out, if that helps.

Get your ass up. We've
got a dead body to go see.

I had all the right intentions.

What I didn't have was a plan.

Until that moment.

Yes! Yes, I
love that idea.

I love that idea.
Let's get up,

let's go see the life sucked
out of a hapless victim.

I've got that list of junior
detectives for you to peruse.

Already have, no thanks.

"No thanks?"

If it's all the same
to you, I work alone.

Always have. Not always by
choice, sometimes by court order,

but alone.
That's my lot.

Don't do it. Working alone is
the saddest of all situations.

Fail. I'm sorry, Lassie. This isn't
nearly as grisly as I was hoping for.

Are there any other crime
scenes in the area?

Dude, what is this bad news
I have to brace myself for?

Not yet, you're not prepared.

Shawn, you know you can't just tell
me there's bad news and not tell me.

You know what my
head will do. I know.

Your sweet, sensitive dome.

Warren Dern. Single,
successful, no local next of kin.

The ICE on his cell
was his best friend.

I have him here right now. We
knew each other since grade school.

This situation is
nothing like ours.

I understand Mr. Dern was
also your business partner?

We were.
Partners.

Prestige Real Estate till he
split off on his own this year.

Permission to treat this man as hostile,
please? I'm sorry, who is this man?

I am Shawn Spencer.
This is my partner...

I can't do it.

Sir, can you tell me why
he left the company?

He wanted to move on
to a new chapter in life,

which I found strange because
we were doing so well.

Oh, my God. We had a great
partnership and a great friendship, and...

Apart we'll never
really be the same.

Okay, I'm sorry, sir. Could you
just give your statement outside,

and leave all this flowery,
heartfelt stuff out of it, please?

Spencer, what the hell
is wrong with you?

This man is manipulating
our emotions,

and making us feel bad about
our own personal relationships.

I mean, how do
we know he didn't do it?

Because the body has
been dead for two hours,

and we picked him up
at a fundraiser.

Okay, Brannigan.
Did anyone else see him there?

Yeah. About 300 people,
and my wife.

Okay, are we sure we don't want
to drag her pasty ass downtown?

- I beg your pardon?
- Okay,

Brannigan, would you please
take over the scene?

Spencer, would you
join me outside?

What? What? You
want to tell me what this is all about?

You wouldn't
understand in a zillion years.

You're moving to San Francisco to be with
O'Hara, and you don't know how to tell Guster.

Okay, two things:
What?

And what? I was head
detective for a reason, you know.

You thought you could
get Guster off-kilter

by getting him close to a dead
body, and that would soften the blow.

Well, when you say it like
that it's awful callous.

He's my best friend
in the universe.

How are you supposed to break
up with your best friend?

You don't take them someplace that's
going to make them sad or uncomfortable,

you take them someplace that's
going to make them happy.

Filled with happy memories,
good memories,

memories that can't be
tainted by a selfish,

inconsiderate act of abandoning
your oldest friend in the world.

Oh, Lassie. I...
You just saved my life.

Oh, God.

Okay, let go of me
or I will shoot you.

Oh, Jesus, come here.

Look who's a big boy now, huh?

There's my big boy.

Get out of here.
Seriously.

Odd as it may seem, that was the
wisest advice that Lassiter had ever given,

to me, or anyone,
for that matter.

So there was dirt on the floor, and
dirt deep in the fingernails of our victim.

There were scratches
on the hands, and cuts.

There were traces of
dirt from head to toe.

So, we can reasonably assume he
was rushing to uncover something, or...

He was actually Pigpen
using the alias "Warren Dern."

Thank you.

Anything else?

There was also scat.

Yes! Raccoon. I eyeballed
that at the crime scene.

There were traces
of moss. Three types.

Did you get the mushrooms?
What mushrooms?

Tiny fragments of mushroom under the
nails mixed in with the moss and the dirt.

I only mention it because
it's rare, called a play a.

Right? Colorful, cute as
a button, tastes like ass.

All right. Now, just
work with me, okay?

So, I took the time
here to circle the areas

where raccoons might run free.

I'm never going outside again.

And then these are the subsets
where the moss types could grow.

But, you factor in this
delectable little beauty,

this, right here, is where our victim
was digging, give or take 40 yards.

Well done, Brannigan.

Thank you, sir.
I live to serve.

Shawn, this woman
might make us obsolete.

No, we've got absolutely
nothing to worry about, Gus.

Found it!

- What?
- Now,

I am a little confused as to
what would fit in a hole this small.

Oh, Betsy.
Betsy, this is where we come in.

See, I'm sensing that this hole is
ideal for a standard sized pirate's chest.

Shawn, that's ridiculous.
The ground is damp.

It's obvious that our guy was searching
for, and found, the fountain of youth.

Oh, Gus.
You're clearly not accounting for

the possibility of the
lost city of Atlanta.

Atlantis. Well, I've
heard it both ways.

And they're both wrong.
One of them was yours.

All right, they're kidding,
right? Unfortunately, no.

Excuse me, can we at least do a
background check to see if there's a chance

that our digger is
900 years old?

That feels more reasonable.

Dude, I am missing work.
Get us in the game.

Okay.

There's two sets of prints here.

All right, now our guy is a 10
and a half, but the other set is a 12.

So that means, based on the weight
imprint, that his partner is a six-footer.

Give or take.

Well, Spencer, it was
very nice knowing you,

but I think we've
got it from here.

What?

This... Road has a
tollbooth with a camera!

So it took her
approximately seven minutes

to get the picture of our dead
guy and his unknown co-conspirator

sitting right there
in the front seat.

Dern and his co-conspirator
paid with a $50 bill.

No usable prints. Oh good,
because I was sensing...

But the bill was crisp enough
that I thought it might have

been recently fed from an ATM,

so I cross-checked a few
cameras outside local banks.

There is no
way that could have worked.

Nope.
Not this fast.

Name: Klaus Goedecke.
Size 12 wide,

rapidly improving rap sheet.
Recently made a sizable cash deposit.

Well, at least it was just
a name and one bank deposit,

so I still had a little more
time to break the news.

Gordon Mark Hotel. Room 418.
Who's coming with me?

I guess we are.

Yeah, and just for the record,

this woman does
not need a partner.

I don't even know if she
needs a police department.

All right, Gus. Before we go in
there and solve our last case ever...

Shawn. Stop.

Last case?

Man, I think that the
writing is on the wall

for everything in
our lives. Okay, okay.

I think I know what's
happening here.

Look, Shawn.

I may finally have the job that
I deserve since I left college,

I may have a sweet company car

that has a navigation unit
that can be set to "tacos,"

but know this: I will not let that,
or anything else come between us.

Goedecke, it's SBPD,
we are coming in.

This case is going to
be over in 30 seconds.

If you don't know before it ends,
the window's going to close, and...

Oh, crap.
He's already dead.

Wait a minute. You can set
your navigation to "tacos?"

Love.

That's my middle name.
How did you know?

Please be good to him.

To who?
My best friend.

And he's going to need someone
to take care of him. Someone kind.

Someone understanding, like you.

He's fragile, you know? He has
night terrors, and he cries a lot.

But that's just because he has
an extra chamber in his heart.

I believe scientists call it...

Call it the compassion chamber.

Oh, my God. Are
you okay? I'm so sorry.

She's amazing.

My best friend is
going to be just fine.

I'm sorry.
Who are you?

Oh, I'm Shawn.
I'm Gus' best friend.

Nice.

Who's Gus?

Maybe not today,

but eventually.

Look at you.
You're so handsome.

You are handsome. GUS:
Thank you, Mr. Richmond. I'll get on it.

So I need it on my
desk by the morning.

I've got to get over to
Bosseigh High before dark.

You too?

Me what? I like to go to Bosseigh
High when the place is empty.

Best days of my life. I walk
around and get perspective.

My troubles melt away.

Well, I finally had the venue
for the bad news, at least.

Solve the case, memory lane...

Plus, I am almost positive I still have
a Whatchamacallit bar in my locker.

So you're saying you like to go
down to a high school and hang out?

No, no, no.

Nothing like that. You
know, I like being there.

It clears my mind, like
you. I was going for my son.

You have a son in high school?

We're the same age.
How is that possible?

How do you not have kids, man?
Child bearing is a very limited window.

Oh no. Kids are a big thing. I
just wanted to get things lined up.

Retirement plan, time share.
I'm looking at a house.

Really?
Where?

Downtown. That's my
neighborhood! Do you garden?

Do I garden? Do
agapanthus have basil leaves?

Good one.

Well I've got a real estate guy
if you're looking for someone.

I have an agent.
I have an agent.

How did I not know any of that?

Hey, I gotta
go, buddy. Take it easy, Butch.

Hey, man. We should probably
get going. I just got here.

It's never been more important
for us to score a win here, Gus.

This could be our last case.

Okay. Give me two hours.

Brannigan will have the
murderer on trial by then.

Okay, 90 minutes.
Four minutes.

One hour and 15.
Four minutes, five seconds.

One hour.
Four minutes.

You can't go backwards.

Fine. Four minutes, twelve
seconds. That's not a negotiation.

Forty-five minutes. Forty-three
minutes, 42 seconds.

Done, but you clean this
mess up. I didn't do that.

Do you guys have
to go containers?

Hey, hey! Don't
worry, bud. I got it.

Papa bear. Can't solve
your problem today, Shawn.

I am here simply to say
hello to my maker.

Yeah, well then you can help me. I got roped
into filling in for a criminology course

at the college for a stupid ex-partner
who went and let his liver fail.

Come on, Dad. You've never been
afraid of anything in your whole life.

I'm just unsure of the rules.

Let me ask you. How much
are you allowed to scream, huh?

Why don't you go with
medium-loud,

and keep your belly-button
covered, no matter what.

Sound advice.
Need to go.

Gotta buy bullets.

Dad, wait.

You're right.
I do need something.

I have to deliver some
pretty bad news

and I can't quite
figure out a way in.

You breaking up
with Juliet? What?

No, of course not.
Listen. I...

I can't mess this one up.

Not this one.
It's too important.

Just be straightforward. It's
always about the state of mind.

Do you know the day your mother told
me she was leaving was the day I solved

the Jeanie Cardrin kidnapping?

Best professional
day of my life ever.

Did it take the sting off?
I don't know.

But at least I knew that not
everything in my world was wrong.

That's good.
That's good, Dad.

Yeah, I get it. Every time we
solve a case we dance, right?

I didn't say to dance, Shawn. No,
but you told me to solve the case.

I always tell you to
solve the case.

I love you, kid.
All right.

Come on.
Let go.

Jesus, Dad. Why do you
still have that picture?

That guy shot you point blank.

Hair.

I know it probably seems like
I'm just jumping from idea to idea,

but this one truly
does feel like the best.

But first I needed
to solve the case.

There's nothing
Brannigan missed.

There has to be.
There always is.

Name: Klaus Goedecke.
Size 12 wide,

rapidly improving rap sheet.
Recently made a sizable cash deposit.

Stop thinking so hard. You're
gonna pop a blood vessel.

Hey. You remember that gun case
that was right over there on the floor?

- Yeah. It was a Pelican Pick N Pluck.
- A what?

A Pelican Pick N Pluck
pistol pack.

Somebody brought a Pelican Pick N
Pluck pistol pack on a cross country trip?

It's plausible. Gus, what
if it wasn't a criminal?

What if he was a hit man?

Someone murdered a hit man
without breaking in?

He let him in.

It was someone he knew.
Yes, Gus, yes!

This wasn't a robbery!

Somebody was
looking for something.

Oh, hello.
My name is "this."

A treasure map.

Whoever came here and
killed the hit man was looking for this.

We found the hole already and
it was empty, and I'm pretty sure

it didn't lead to
the fountain of youth.

Okay.
Wait a second.

The hole we found was
somewhere different.

They
were digging in the wrong place.

Yes!
What? What? What?

Now punch me in the face. Hit
me. Hit me as hard as you can.

With your right fist.
Wait, what?

Everything you got.
I'm not doing that, Shawn.

You got problems.
I deserve it.

Maybe we should call the cops.

Only good things happen
when we dig for stuff.

Shawn, we dug our own grave.

Yes, but that was in
Mexico. It doesn't count.

Gus, look.
What?

The soil's been disturbed.

The map says this is it.

Dude!

What? Before we get
all dirty, let's just take a...

Just take a moment
to savor this.

Do you want to tell me what
you've been avoiding saying?

You can tell me anything.

I suck.

You know, Gus, we really
should discuss how much

of this treasure
we're gonna keep.

Half.
Maximum.

Unless, of course, there's a
talisman with invisibility properties.

Your turn.

No, no. I want you to
be the one who finds it.

Really?
This is your moment, Gus.

Okay.

After all, it was you who
has steadfastly held true

to the belief that someday
we would, in fact,

discover treasure and
hoard it all for ourselves.

I mean, it feels like...
Like closure.

Dude. I hit something.

Closure that represents a
changing of the guard, perhaps.

It's big!
Not who we are as men,

and certainly not what
our friendship means, but...

This is exciting!
I mean,

you could argue that this is
the pinnacle of our careers.

I mean, we've discovered
treasure. How are we gonna top that?

I don't think we can, Gus.

I've made a decision...

It's a skeleton!

How do you
know it's not a mermaid?

It's not a mermaid!

Who am I kidding?

Our high school. Much
better place to give the speech.

Hey, Woody.
Hey, Shawn.

We keeping the police
out of this?

Just for a brief moment.

Victim's name is Chris Cheremy.

Killed by nine M&M's.
That's impossible.

You're right.
That seems low.

9mm gun.

9mm gun, yes. Sprayed
by a handful of bullets.

Was he killed by a hit man?

Well, it would have
to be a really bad one.

The bullets are distributed
all over the body.

And, you know, a
9mm pistol, it's just not...

It's not sexy.

Unless Gael Garcia Bernal
is holding it.

Mmm. Shawn, Chris
Cheremy was a land speculator.

He came to town to bid on a property,
but never made it to the auction.

Guess who won the auction.

Warren Dern.
And his partner, Ian Collins.

What?

That's right.

Same bastard who ruined my
first chance of breaking the news

with his "dedicated friend"
routine.

Why are we doing this?

'Cause we know who the killer is

It's Ian Collins
It's, it's Ian Collins

That's right. We were partners,
and then he left this year,

and I thought that
was a surprise.

But Warren wanted out, and his
"best friend," Ian, didn't like that.

Whoa, Gus.
So quick to judge.

Breakups are hard, Gus.
Sometimes circumstances

dictate more than
personal choice.

What are you
talking about, Shawn?

Woody, can you give us an hour
before you let anyone know about this?

Perfect. I needed some time to sneak
out the flaxen-haired hit man's jacket.

You want the clothes
he was killed in?

Two things: I don't
have any hit man clothes,

and this jacket accentuates both my spring
features and my third shoulder blade.

I just have to make sure that I can
dry clean out this stain on the sleeve.

I have identified it
as brake dust.

Or a really stale pixie stick.

Easy! That's
technically mine.

Was his car impounded?

Holy...

And a 9mm pistol, it's not sexy.

Unless Gael Garcia Bernal
is holding it.

Gus, we have the murder weapon.

We solved it. It's over.
We're winners. We've won.

Let's get this to Lassie so
I can get back for my 3:00.

Or...
Or what?

All right, Shawn, you want to
tell me why we're at our old high school?

Because it's awesome, Gus.
Because it's your happy place.

And our friendship is the single
most important thing in my life.

Got me through my
parents' divorce...

Holy crap, that's the car
we learned to drive on.

That's the car you stole.

Once. For a date.

Oh, indelible memories.
Unable to be tainted.

You can probably taint those.
Anyway,

two steering wheels,
dual brakes,

makes it impossible to make out in the
front seat. You know what I'm saying?

What are you talking about,
Shawn? You've been acting crazy

this entire investigation.

Well, there's a reason for that.

This is our last case together.

What? Why?

Probably because I'm going
to have to shoot you both.

I have been following
you two all day.

Who finds a murder weapon and
goes to a Wendy's drive-through?

Hungry people.

People who appreciate value and
quality and don't have a lot of time.

Besides, we had Mexican
yesterday, so no Del Taco.

You went to Del Taco.
For dessert.

Where's the gun?
Don't have it.

It's in the car.
I already searched the car.

What? You didn't break the
window, did you? That's a custom tint.

And I cut the ignition there, Leno,
so don't think about running off.

I'll have you know, that
I cannot make a damage claim

this early into my new job.

You tell me where the gun is, I'll
let you live another 30 seconds.

Come on, man, you don't
want to keep killing dudes.

Yeah, I do.

It gets easier.

Does it really?

Well, let's chart your progress
as a murderer, shall we?

Three years ago,
you and your best bud

killed Chris Cheremy,
your rival in a land deal.

And you all buried
his body in the woods.

No, that's not what happened.

I buried the body,
he buried the gun.

But I didn't know he was
gonna use it for leverage.

You can't trust your friends.

Don't try and make
this about me.

Would you give me the gun? Hold on,
I wanna make sure I have this straight.

Your partner splits, you
hire a hit man to kill him,

while you have the perfect
alibi of being at a fundraiser,

but your boy has
one more card to play.

I got a murder weapon with his
fingerprints, we can blackmail him.

Put the gun down,
I can take you to the gun.

Because he and the
hit man go to the gun and realize,

wait a second, we should be
blackmailing the dude

whose prints are
actually on the weapon!

And when you give me the
weapon, the trail ends,

so, how are we gonna play this?

All right, look.

There's something I desperately
need to admit to my best friend,

before you blow us away.
Is that okay with you?

Not really.
Gus, listen.

I stole a whole bunch of this spiced
flax seed from your office kitchen.

What?
It's delicious.

It's delicious. I can't stop
putting it in my mouth.

I'm ashamed.
I'm sorry.

All right,
your conscience clear?

Yes, now it is.
Thank you for that.

Sure.

Run!

Did you see that, Gus? He fell
for the old flax seed in the eye bit.

Shawn, we need to
get out of here.

Then we'll go up through
the cafeteria. Right.

The door's locked.
So's mine!

Keep going!

Gus, look, our lockers.
Keep going.

We can't let these moments pass.

Upstairs!
Okay.

Gus, we're trapped.

All these doors are locked.

Shawn, you know that
it's school policy

that after 5:00 p.m.,
all doors to the school...

Oh, my gosh!

It's him!

Gus, I have an idea!

Ah, sweet, gosh.

Shawn, start the car.

Let me drive. Why would I let you
drive? You're in the passenger seat.

Look out!

You know I have better
eluding skills, Shawn,

now punch it, I got the
brakes. We both have brakes.

Let go of your wheel!
You let go of your brake.

Let go of your wheel, Shawn!

He's coming right at us!
Duck!

How'd he get his car so fast?

Cause he's smooth and European
and his 'stache is immaculately groomed!

Stop thinking he's cool and tell
me what this is all about, Shawn.

Why are we here? I can't,
now's not the right time.

Yes, it is!

Here's the big surprise.

That car can move.

Wait a minute,
where's that road end?

At the college.
All right.

Take the wheel.
I have the wheel.

What? What are you doing?

I guess we'll wait till
everybody's here to do roll call.

This is it.

That can't be right. Class
is supposed to be online, so.

None of us are happy about it.

Why are you texting? Will
you just work with me here?

Whoa, drive faster!

This car is 20 years old,
Shawn. Stay on the road.

I'm just saying, I don't think you can
learn anything about police work online.

Then why do I have all As?

Tell you what.

Why don't you show us
what you've learned?

We don't do quizzes.
Of course you don't.

Close your eyes.
What?

You heard me, close your eyes.

You're serious.
You're failing already.

How many hats are in
the room? How many what?

You know, I'm starting to
think your problem is hearing.

How many hats are in the room?

How many rows of seats?
What color shirt am I wearing?

I'll take an answer to
any one of these questions.

Field trip.

We're coming up on
the end of the road, Shawn.

Can we make a U-turn?
We're also running out of gas.

All right, Gus, if this is it, I really
need you to know something.

I know, Shawn.
You do?

Yes, I do.
You love me.

You love me the way that
men can love each other,

and still have wives and
children and connecting pools.

Yes, but maybe the pools
thing isn't gonna work.

It doesn't matter, Shawn. Yes,
it does, because it's all my fault.

Shawn, I need to hit the brakes.

Dad!

No, no.

All right, all right.

He finally called me.

Best class ever.

So what exactly are you
trying to say?

Look, Gus, the truth is...

Look at Dad, he's totally Matt
Damon-ing it up over there.

What?
Bruce Willis in Cop Out.

Will you just say it, Shawn?

Chiklis in Wired.

As Belushi?
Sure.

No.
Breaking Dad!

And so, I accept that
this is my fatal flaw.

I just can't quite engage,

all the way,
when I really need to,

when it really matters, you
know, when the chips are down, so.

I guess what I'm
saying is that I'm sorry, Gus.

I'm sorry that
I can't do goodbyes.

I tried so hard to
tell you, man, I just,

I just suck at the real stuff,

but you know that.
You're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be
better than fine.

I just can't help
thinking that, uh,

the only problem that you
really had this whole time,

is me.

And I've kept you from the
life that you deserve, you know?

The life that you've earned,
the life that you'd have,

if I hadn't barged into
your office eight years ago,

and said,
"We're gonna play detective,

"whether you want to or not."

I love you, man.

Shawn?

Shawn?

He didn't tell you either, huh?

DVD.

I guess he sent
one to everybody.

What am I supposed
to do with this place?

I'm sure somebody will
figure out what to do with it.

See you around.

Woodrow, I'll miss
you most of all.

Stay gold, Pony Wood, stay gold.

You know I will, Shawn.

Shawn? Shawn?

That's the weirdest Skype
call I've ever been on.

Detective Dobson,
what can I say?

We didn't get to speak nearly as
much as I ever would have liked,

but I heard more about you
than anyone ever could,

and you sound heroic,

the kind of guy I could
have worshipped as a child,

and an adolescent,

well into my 20s.

Dobson.

Brannigan's making these
damn bracelets again.

You gotta take this one, I clogged
the drain with the last batch.

What's this?
I don't know.

The guy hasn't said
one word to me in eight years,

and then he sends me
a goodbye video.

It's really weird.

Not really.

Carlton Lassiter.
Chief Lassie.

The Lord of Stern Bush.

I am proud, honored, and

baffled to call you my friend,

but it's true.

It's also true you might be the
only other person on the planet

who loves Jules as much as I
do, even though it's different.

You've always had her back,

and for that, I feel I owe
you more than the others, so,

time to come clean,

regarding my methods and
the way that I solve cases.

You're the only one that's
ever suspected that, uh...

The truth is, I am not...

Chief?
Yeah?

Okay, Chief, so,

I've been doing a lot
of soul searching and, uh,

even though you're technically
making me do this,

I've chosen a Junior Detective.

This is far and away the lowest score
I have ever seen on a detective exam.

Yes.
No.

It's the perfect project,
a moldable piece of clay.

This hardly qualifies as clay.

I can build him
from the ground up.

I can turn him into you.

I suppose stranger things
have happened.

Did he say yes?

Congratulations,
Junior Detective.

Thank you, sir.
Tighten your tie.

Yes, sir.

All right, get out of here, I got a
lot of busy, important things to do.

Thank you, sir.

Hey.

Put the baby on.

Hello, Lily, this is your daddy.

Jules!

I'm here.
Shawn.

How did you find me?

It doesn't matter which dispatcher
made me promise not to tell you

that she gave up the crime
scene that you were working at.

Loretta.
What matters,

is that our life
together starts now,

and if we don't get busy
living it, it is gonna pass us by.

Mr. Spencer!
Chief!

Welcome.
Please don't fire Loretta.

You're standing on evidence.

This is San Francisco,
it's a little more structured

perhaps, than you're used to.

Oh, sure, why not?

You leave me without so much as saying
goodbye, and that's supposed to be okay?

You didn't tell him?

No, no, I left him a message.

You might as well have sent
me a text saying, "I'm out."

No, no, guys,
it was a video message.

I spent several hours
finishing it, it was full of details,

that made it even more personal
than an actual conversation,

and holy crap, man,
what are you doing here?

Well,

I was about to make
my first presentation, right?

Okay.

All right, conference room,
two minutes.

Be right there, I am ready,

I just have to pick up
my presentation.

Ladies and gentlemen,
today's presentation

will be handled by
our newest team member,

Mr. Burt Guster,

a man that I personally saved
from a lifetime of underachievement.

I'm sorry.

Burt? Burt!

What about the house
that you want to buy?

The real estate agent you have
that I never heard anything about,

and all the children that you're
ready to start pushing out?

Shawn, children terrify me.

I'm sure they won't,
at some point,

but there's plenty of time to
have them when you're 60, right?

Yes, but that's not true, Gus.

I heard what you said,
I was hiding and hoarding

the soda machine,
I drank straight from the tap,

like an animal.
Like an animal!

It's not something I'm proud
of, but I heard every word.

Shawn, I was lying,
I was so lying.

I looked all those faces,
and then I realized,

I have the same job.

Yes, I have a better office,

a hotter secretary,
a soda machine,

but it's the same job,

and I cannot be that man, Shawn,

I'm an adventurer now,

with a friendship for the ages,

and if I have to live in another
city to make that happen,

then so be it,
that's the way it's gotta be.

You didn't have
second thoughts at all?

Nope, never.

What, what, what am I doing?

According to the figures, it
looks like we'll be able to...

I am so, so sorry.

My closest friend
just moved away and,

I'm experiencing mixed emotions.

No.

You leave, Burt, you don't
take that company car with you.

Think it through.

That's when I realized,

I needed to do something bold.

Real bold.

My name is Burton Guster.

I'm a realist, a dreamer,
an adventurer,

a lover of Harry Potter,

vintage safes,
all things Jamaican,

and I want to spend the rest of my life
making you the center of my universe,

a universe that contains a
solar system with nine planets,

in We Bought a Zoo,
Matt Damon promises,

that if we can have
20 seconds of insane courage,

something great
will come out of it.

Well, this is my moment

of embarrassing bravery.

Uh, that didn't play out
the way I planned it,

can I take the speech over?

My name is Burton Guster.

Shawn, We Bought a Zoo lied.

Sorry, man.

Oh, gosh!

Oh, gosh.

How many times
did you turn around?

Twelve.

But look at me now, Shawn.

I am here, I found myself,

and not at a nine-to-five,

but with my closest friend,
solving crimes,

living life to the fullest,

and if we have to do it
a little further up the coast,

then that's what we'll
have to do, so be it.

Jules, Chief.

Mr. Guster.

You guys, look at us,
we're all here.

We can set up shop here.
What?

We can solve crimes and we'll
be twice as efficient now,

wanna know why? Cause
we have two steering wheels.

Look at Gus.

He's unstoppable, he like
Wesley in To Wong Foo.

What?
Um, but Mr. Spencer,

we already have a guy.
What?

Oh, really?

That's funny, I don't see him.

He's in the kitchen,
alphabetizing the pantry.

What?

He can't possibly
be as good as us.

Nope.

We'll see.

Come on, guys, let's hug it out.

Okay, Mr. Spencer, you're now
standing on the dead body.

Oh, my gosh, Gus, this
is gonna be so incredible.

Uh-huh. Just like it was
before, only bigger and better,

with more wineries.
Except for one thing.

You.

I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving
Santa Barbara without saying goodbye to Gus,

and I am done cowering
from the big decisions.

I've wanted this
for long enough.

So it's gonna happen right now.

Shawn,
what, is, is, is this the time?

You bet your ass it is.

Juliet O'Hara, I do not
believe in love at first sight,

because I didn't even need to see you to
know that I wanted to spend forever with you.

That didn't make a ton
of sense, did it?

Center of the universe,
nine planets.

Gus, has that Pluto line
ever worked on anybody?

No.
I'm gonna get back in there.

Scratch that. I have spent my whole
life running from one thing to another,

quitting and running,
quitting and running,

and pretending that my destiny
was to drive a Wienermobile.

He was young and
afraid of commitment.

That's true, but I'm not
that young anymore.

And I'm also not afraid,

because when
I'm with you, Jules,

I'm just fearless
and I'm unbreakable.

Like Samuel L. Jackson.

No, Sam Jackson was
the glass man.

Not emotionally, Shawn,
not emotionally.

Okay, I need you to dial
it back, just a teeny bit.

Okay.

I know that I come with baggage,

and a best friend who's
not going anywhere, ever,

but I promise you that
from this moment forward,

the only running that I will
be doing is into your arms,

and I will never stop holding
your cold, little hands,

or losing myself when I wake
up in the morning and look at you,

and recognize
how fricking lucky I am.

Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh,
it's happening!

Say yes!

Yes!

Okay, well technically,
you just said yes to Gus.

Well, ask me Shawn!

Jules, will you marry us?

Me, mostly me,

even though Gus is always
gonna be a part of the deal,

and then someday he'll
have his own Juliet,

and her name will be Julié,
and she'll be Jamaican,

and together we'll be one big,
giant frosted black and white cookie,

and we're gonna have dogs,
all rescues,

and kids, probably
before we're 60.

Oh, way, way before 60.

Just marry me so that I can show you
how amazing our life will be together.

Yes.

Yes, I will marry the crap
out of you, Shawn Spencer,

now give me the ring!

Oh, my God!

Hey, hey!

That's my grandmother's!
Oh, my God.

What the hell kind
of city is this? No, no.

I got this!

That's your grandmother's?

Come on, let's do this!
What is this car?

And why is the window broken?

It's technically stolen.
Hold on!

Dude, he went right.
He went left.

Let go of the wheel.
You let go of the wheel.

I have the gas. Do not
make me slam the brakes.

- Shawn!
- Oh, Labradoodle!

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