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[upbeat music playing]

-[music concludes] -[indistinct chatter]

The department has been approved to call on you again, Mr. Spencer.

And even though this case didn't end up exactly the way we'd hoped,

I thank you for your services. You were invaluable.

-Thank you. Mm-hmm. -Thank you.

You're making a huge mistake, this case isn't closed.

-Pardon me? -Murder-suicide?

Come on, you're buying that?

I'm not buying anything, those are the facts.

I buy it.

I understand, I do.

You'd like to shut the book on this as quickly as possible. It's fine.

-They had a falling out. -Before they got the ransom money?

Why? What did they have to fight about before they got the cash?

Might I remind you, Mr. Spencer, you are not a detective.

I just need to speak to the witnesses again.

The McCallum family has been through enough,

and this conversation is over.

Thank you. Uh, we parked in the parking structure, do you validate?

Would it make any difference if I told you Camden McCallum Jr. spoke to me?

From beyond the grave.

[telephone ringing]

Shut the door on your way out.

Damn it.

-[indistinct chatter] -[sighs]

What are you doing? That was the chief of police.

Interim chief. And have you considered that Camden McCallum may have been alive

the first time we went to that cabin?

-No. -Well, I have!

[intriguing music playing]

I need to talk to that guy.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa. No! -Come on, Gus, just for a second.

The man is practically almost my father-in-law.

Make no mistake, Shawn, I will kill you.

Okay, I appreciate the fact that you think you can beat me up,

but I think our last scuffle proves otherwise.

Are you talking about the Cinnamon Festival?

-Yes! You do remember! -Okay, first of all,

I was six and I had a cast!

Which many would construe as a clear advantage.

It's like having a weapon attached to your arm.

Oh, great, now the chief is staring right at us.

-Mr. McCallum? -Chief wants him left alone.

[Shawn sighs] Well, we all wanna be left alone.

-Yeah, some more than others. -What's with his wrist?

I'm not discussing this case with you anymore.

Okay, fine, we won't talk about the case.

[gasps] Let's talk about fashion. You know what's really hot this season?

-I mean, really hot? -Mm-hmm?

Bandages on the wrist. What are your thoughts on the subject?

-You don't give up, do you? -I do give up, all the time.

But not until the moment is right.

Now come on, I know you don't think this adds up either.

Look, even if I did agree with you, it doesn't matter what I think.

The people who run this thing want this case closed.

You're a good cop. Any fool could see that.

They don't listen to you around here, do they?

Psychic insight?

Shameless ass-kissing. Come on, what's with the bandage?

Okay, the rumor is he tried to off himself.

"Off himself."

The war hero? The man who's seen everything?

No, that's not it. That's definitely not it.

-Well, you know everything, don't you? -[sighs] Yeah, it's scary, isn't it?

Something is going on, and I'm gonna find out what it is.

[chuckles] No, you're not going anywhere near that man.

In fact, I'm gonna make certain you never hear from the department again.

Whoa!

I'm getting strong vibrations that you might be wrong.

I'm onto you.

You've got a source somewhere, and I'm gonna find it.

You think this is some sort of game?

I'm not gonna let you just waltz around here

like some kid in a candy store.

Let me be honest with you, detective,

I used to work in a candy store, and it's nothing like this.

You're in over your head, mystic.

[upbeat rock music playing]

[doorbell rings]

[music concludes]

-Hi, Dad. -Shawn.

[seagulls squawking]

-You didn't tell me you moved back. -You didn't tell me you moved away.

-[Shawn] That was different. -Was it?

Yeah, I was busy trying to help my mom through her divorce.

Well, it's nice to see you too, son.

-Can I come in? -No.

I was on my way out to lunch.

You can come with me if you don't bring this thing.

[instrumental music playing]

When I was in the department, there were two things I hated in this world.

-Private investigators and psychics. -[indistinct chatter]

Congratulations, kid. You just hit the disappointment exacta.

Thank you. Thank you very much, it sort of happened by accident.

What are you gonna do when you get caught?

-Move out of town? -I'm not gonna get caught.

Shawn, this is just like everything else.

Three months from now, you're gonna be on a bus,

going to Minneapolis 'cause you found your calling as a weatherman.

It's not like that this time. Have you been listening to me?

I've finally figured out a way to use my special gift.

You should be thrilled, you're the one that made me this way.

I'm good at this.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, I see, you're so good at it, what are you doing knocking at my door?

You think I came to you for help.

Okay…

there was no ransom drop.

-I'm not gonna be a part of this. -Come on. Would you just hear me out?

[sighs]

Okay, no ransom drop, so what? Big deal.

-So, six days? Nothing. Not even a demand? -It happens all the time.

It's not unprecedented. They try to create panic in the family.

Yeah, I know, I know. But not this guy. This guy wanted it done quickly.

-I know that. -Well, then you missed something.

You've been driving your motorcycle all across the country,

working your bungee cord-jumping expeditions, you're soft.

-Hey, pal, it happens. -I'm not soft.

-I'm sharper than I've ever been. -Close your eyes.

[chuckles]

No way, I'm not seven.

Close your eyes. Any longer, I'll think you're cheating.

[music concludes]

How many hats are in the room?

No, no. Look, this was a fun game when I was--

This isn't a game, Shawn. It's to sharpen and refine your skills.

Now tell me, how many hats are in the room?

[sighs]

All right, fine.

Just in case you're trying to pull a fast one,

I'm not counting the one in your pocket.

-[intriguing music playing] -[exhales deeply]

[inhales sharply] Nylon fishing hat on the loner in the corner.

Foam cap on the kid who's too young to know

they were lame the first time they came out.

Both truckers.

One, a concrete company I've never heard of,

the other advertising free moustache rides.

I'm fairly certain no one's taken him up on that offer.

Norwegian girl, ponytail pulled out the back.

Unfortunately, she's married. And our friendly bartender

wearing the official hat of the restaurant. Six hats.

-And? -That's it.

Sorry, pal, there are seven hats. I can't help you. You missed something.

-I didn't miss anything. -There are seven hats, Shawn.

Were, before I closed my eyes. Cowboy hat walked out

while I was ridiculing moustache rides.

Come on, I heard her boots.

[rock music playing over speakers]

-All right, close enough. -Close enough? No, I nailed that.

Yeah, but you changed the rules. But, hey, if it makes you happy.

"Changed the rules"? I did not change the rules.

What I did was nail it, and you know it.

Shawn, you want my advice,

go out, get yourself a real job, grow up.

In the meantime, you might wanna ask yourself

who you're trusting in this case, and maybe you shouldn't.

'Cause obviously, you're overlooking somebody.

-Thanks for lunch. -[instrumental music playing]

[music concludes]

How did you find me?

Oh, come on. It's not exactly like you're DB Cooper.

You have five stops on your route.

Dude, how excited are you gonna be to quit this job?

-I'm not quitting. -Come on, Gus.

How much longer can you continue to suck this up?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm gonna suck it up forever.

I'ma suck up my vision and dental plan,

my profit sharing, and my regular paycheck.

Fine. You make a safe and compelling argument.

Right now, you're fresh out of product.

-What do you want, Shawn? -I need to tail someone.

-Use your motorcycle. -That's a good idea.

When you really want to be incognito and stealth-like,

just fire up a Norton Commando 750.

That's not my problem. I've had enough. Get over your guilt, Shawn.

The coroner's report is in. It showed Camden was dead long before we got there.

Look at you. You are still tracking this case.

Come on, man, let's finish this thing, together.

We're so close.

I will buy you generous portions of food.

At La Super-Rica.

[upbeat music playing]

-What is this? -I get those free.

My sponsors love me when I wear them.

-What does Sarisium cure? -Dude, don't even start.

I'm buying your lunch. I can grill you as much as I want. What does it cure?

Cold sores.

-Cold sores? -Yes, cold sores.

And you wonder why you can't find a nice girl.

-I wear it when I work out. -So, you're at the gym,

surrounded by fit, single women,

wearing a shirt that essentially says, "Hi, I have herpes."

-Yes, that's right. -Oh, it's this way. Take a left.

[indicator ticking]

[song concludes]

[Gus] Why are we at the McCallum offices?

What is the magnification on these things?

-Two X. -Okay.

We need to stop at Walmart on the way home.

Why don't you just take your big, loud motorcycle?

[Shawn] Oh, here we go, here we go!

Oh, hell, no! You got me out of work so you could stalk a girl?

-Damn it, what is he doing here? -[Gus] I can't believe this.

What's up with his hair? It's horrible.

I knew I should have had him picked up for questioning.

That is not the way a grown man kisses a grown woman. We're fine.

[whimsical music playing]

Why does she look so nervous?

Oh, no.

Is it just me, or does that bag look like it's filled with stacks of ransom money?

Give me that.

-Oh, my God. -Katarina.

It was her.

-You're dating a murderer. -Not exclusively.

Wow. [chuckles, laughs]

[upbeat music playing]

[laughs]

You see, I knew there was a reason she went for you so easily.

She wasn't lying, Gus. I know when people are lying.

Oh yeah? Apparently not. You just got played.

[laughs]

Pardon me. I mean,

look, this is the happiest I've felt in a few years, you know?

I know you were hardly mistaken, but wow, does it feel good from this side.

[music fades]

-[Gus] Should we call the cops? -[Shawn] Too late for that.

You could pretend you had a vision of a girl totally manipulating you.

Would you stop?

Thanks so much.

[suspenseful music playing]

What should we do?

-What should we do? -There's only one thing to do.

[Katarina] All right… [speaks indistinctly]

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

Shawn? Hey!

Ah-ha! [pants]

[Shawn grunts]

-What are you doing? -[Gus] Helping.

-You're supposed to stay in the car! -You didn't tell me! Well, come on!

-[pants] Gus, you locked the car? -It's a bad neighborhood!

-What in the world is going on, Shawn? -I know what's in the bag.

-You do? -You're good, very good.

I didn't consider who'd be the sole heir to the McCallum fortune

if Camden was out of the picture.

Uh, wait… You think I want my family's money?

Well you don't need it, do you? Now that you've got this money!

[intriguing music playing]

We've got to get better binoculars.

Katarina.

-[music fades] -[car door closes]

-Jerk. -I'm sorry. I can't control my visions.

I think I'm being manipulated by an evil spirit!

[Engine revs]

At least we know where our boundaries are.

Man, did she just try to run your foot over?

Yes.

Couples recover from this sort of thing all the time.

Oh, yeah? How many roses does it take

to smooth over accusing a girl of murdering her brother?

-This might require jewelry. -Yeah, I think so.

[siren wailing in distance]

[playful music playing]

Go buy the bag.

What, you want a souvenir of your ineptitude?

I need to get a better look inside the bag.

I'm not going in there. That guy wants to kill us.

He wants to kill me.

Look, tell him the bag belongs to your wife,

and that this whole thing has been some elaborate scheme to get it back.

Tell him I'm crazy.

-You're a salesman, man, you can do this. -I sell things, I don't buy them.

Gus, this guy works in a thrift store.

Okay? He's a big, furry-hearted, good Samaritan.

He wants to believe what you have to say. He just wants to be loved.

Come on, I'll be right here.

-Go ahead. -Mm-hmm.

What the hell do you want?

Can I have the bag?

-Are you serious? -Just the bag, not the clothes.

I'll pay you for it.

I also have something that would work wonders on that halitosis.

[manager] Oh, you've got some nerve coming in here.

-I can't believe this. -Neither can I.

-I've gone to jail for less than you. -Jail's no fun, I'll tell you that much.

-You've been? -Once, in Monopoly.

Okay, hold on, hold on! Who's that?

[music fades]

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey, hey! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hey! Get back here!

[pants]

[pants]

-[Shawn] Go, go, go! -[tires screeching]

I can't believe you sold me out like that!

-[grunts] -I didn't know I was the decoy!

-Of course you're the decoy! [grunts]

[music fades]

[sniffs]

[sniffs]

-It seems pretty clean. -They didn't leave a ransom note inside?

-Give me some money. -Get your own.

Gus, I'll give it back.

-Seriously, this is all you carry? -Where's your stash, moneybags?

[cash rustling]

Okay, [clears throat]

So, we've got five stacks going across,

-you figure four going long ways. -[intriguing music playing]

Ten stacks in each pile, based on the wear and the indentation.

I don't know, depending on the denomination, uh,

this could easily be five million dollars.

-You're kidding. -Yeah, give or take.

-You got that from the groove on the side? -Oh, come on, Gus.

Any small child could have figured that out.

So somebody at that house did pay a ransom?

Mm-hmm, or tried to.

-Who? -I don't know.

We're gonna need more than my psychic powers to figure this out.

Here to scope out

-the new meter maids? -[sighs]

-Nope, I'm here to see you. -Not interested.

I know, you have someone special. He's married, and/or separated.

Is there a point to this, Mr. Spencer?

Of course. You and I have something in common.

[chuckles lightly] What's that?

We both know this case is nowhere near closed.

Unfortunately, gut feelings aren't admissible in a California court.

-How about motive? -What do you have?

Nothing, yet. But I've seen something.

Seen, or "seen"?

Well, what do you think?

-Seen. -Wrong. It's a good guess though.

-Okay, what do you need? -Everything you have on Malcolm Orso.

-He was Camden's accomplice. -I'll get fired.

Will you really? Because it seems like a gray area to me.

That's the problem with you, Mr. Spencer. You live your entire life in a gray area.

That's not true, though I generally vacation in gray areas.

[sighs] Hmm.

We can't talk here.

[bullet case clanking]

[bullet case clanking]

[bullet case clanking]

[gunshots]

-Pretend you're tallying my score. -[Shawn] Okay.

[gunshots]

So, how does this work, exactly? Is there a bonus for maiming?

Uh, yeah, just pretend.

So, what's with all the jobs?

-What does that mean? -[woman] I read your file.

You could have been a valedictorian, then you just stopped showing up.

[bullet case clanking]

No college, just a stream of meaningless jobs.

-[gunshot] -[Shawn] Whoa!

"Meaningless?" No. I was a raft guide in Costa Rica.

I raked the infield for Nolan Ryan.

Didn't you do anything for the experience?

Yeah. But you could be running IBM.

Why would I wanna do something like that?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up.

It says Orso was seen in the town, near the cabin.

-Yeah. -[bullet case clanking]

Twice, early in the week by a store owner.

What was he buying?

Nothing. The old man just saw him on the street.

Same old man sees him two times.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Orso had one of those modified mufflers on his Nova.

You could hear him a block away.

You'll need a new target sheet.

Oh. Oh, no, no, no. This is, uh… this is fine.

[grunts]

Wow. [chuckles]

They're so much lighter when they're filled with water.

[clears throat]

[gunshots]

-[gun clatters] -[chuckles softly]

-You missed. -Did I really?

[upbeat music playing]

[Shawn] Look at that.

-It's a perfect match. -Damn.

I'm telling you, there's no way Katarina's gonna talk to you.

Yeah, well, I… [sighs] …sort of lied about that part.

-We're not here to see Katarina. -Who are we here to see?

[music fades]

This is highly inappropriate, Mr. Spencer.

The investigation is over.

What if they got the wrong man?

-And who would the right man be? -You.

[intriguing music playing]

Mr. McCallum, I didn't have anything to do with this.

I killed my own son?

If it makes you feel better, I don't think you meant to.

Is this how psychics work, Mr. Spencer?

Indiscriminately accusing people of a crime until somebody confesses?

-I know I'm right this time. -You're not a detective.

-You're not even a cop. -You're right.

I'm a psychic. And I saw the whole thing.

[inhales sharply]

I see a ransom drop.

You're doing everything they ask. You didn't call the police.

You're thinking of nothing but the security of your son.

After all, what's five million dollars to you?

[tense music playing]

You're driving away, I can see it.

Something strange happens. You recognize the car,

you pass it on the hill. It's Malcolm Orso's.

You've seen it hundreds of times at your house ever since high school.

Maybe it confirms the suspicion that you already have.

You know where they are. You know the cabin.

[inhales sharply]

He's making coffee.

You didn't mean to kill him, did you?

No, just knock him around a little bit, teach him a lesson.

But he falls to the floor, he slams his head on the oak table.

He's dead.

You know he's dead.

Orso walks in, finds you.

He's got a half-assed pistol, but he's no criminal.

You know there's only one way to cover your tracks.

-You take care of him too. -[gunshots]

[barks]

-[Shawn] Make it look like a suicide. -[barks]

[Shawn] Then, you come home, inform the police, and you wait.

You wait for a ransom call that will never come.

Police eat it up, it's easy to look shaken after all you've done.

You might even be willing to take your own life.

You have an overactive imagination.

Perhaps a side effect of your gift.

-Shawn, we need to go. -Not yet.

I'm about to throw up on the Turkish carpet.

-No, you're not. -It's in my esophagus.

-[stomach rumbles] -The second door on the left,

turn on the fan and flush.

[music fades]

-[door closes] -[Mr. McCallum] I will not have

this incident rehashed over and over again.

I know what your relationship was with your son.

-Oh, really? -[pensive music playing]

I have a father that I disappoint all the time.

I'm sure you do.

I know how you feel.

This was it. This was the straw that broke the camel's back, wasn't it?

To think 18 months ago, he sat across from you,

looked you right in the eye and said,

"Dad, I'm gonna clean up my act this time."

"This time, I'm gonna change, I swear."

To know that he duped you, and you fell for it all over again

must have sent you into a state that even you can't believe.

Mr. Spencer, I've been assured by the lieutenant governor

that this case will not cast a pall over my family.

But I can assure you, it's gonna cast one over you.

My very first case and I'm already being threatened. Well--

-Shawn, let's go. -I'm not quite finished.

-We're going, now. -Listen to your friend.

[suspenseful music playing]

-I'll be back. -[chuckles] No, you won't.

[scoffs]

Okay, we're going. We're clearly going. All right!

[music fades]

Dude, what are you doing? We had him on the ropes.

-It wasn't the right tack. -You're the expert now?

-Consumine. -What?

Consumine. It's for dog bites. I have some samples.

-Gus, what are you saying to me? -I'm saying there was a bottle of it,

in the medicine cabinet, prescribed Wednesday.

You wonder why he had on that long-sleeved shirt

in the heat that first day?

Oh, my gosh, that dog did have blood on its teeth.

-I told you it wasn't Snausages. -[suspenseful music playing]

-We're never getting him back in there. -I know.

[both breathe heavily]

Just give me a second. [breathes deeply]

-What are you doing? -I'm thinking.

You look ridiculous.

-Now what are you doing? -Calling the cops.

For what? You heard the guy in there.

-They're never gonna come. -I'm not calling the cops on him.

I'll calling the cops on us. Gus, we need this to play out

in front of an audience, with all the major players in place.

[dispatcher] Santa Barbara Police Department.

Yes, hello. I'm calling from the McCallum residence.

There's an intruder here who won't leave.

He's claiming to be a psychic that works for your department.

-Pardon me? -Mr. McCallum is enraged,

and he wants this handled by the highest authority possible.

-Please send the chief immediately. -[music fades]

-[cell phone beeps] -[sighs, sniffs]

Did you really vomit?

-[siren wailing] -[tense music playing]

-Who called them? -I don't know, sir, maybe the back staff.

Those two gentlemen have not left the driveway.

-Would you like me to send them all away? -No.

-Let's finish this. -[music crescendos, fades]

As you can see, Karen, this simply cannot happen.

It will be taken care of, believe me.

He was given clear instructions to stay away.

-I understand, but- -You know, it's times like this

I remember why I love my job so much.

-Anytime, Shawn. -He's getting cocky, give it a sec.

-We're gonna be in city jail in a sec. -[Carlton] Uh-huh.

Here we are.

-[Shawn grunts] -Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?

Ah! Something's happening!

[grunts] Gus? Something's happening!

-Stop it. -[grunts]

-[grunts] -Wait.

[Shawn grunting, panting]

-The dog! -Shut up.

He's biting the intruder! [pants]

[whimsical music playing]

He knows him. It's someone he knows! The dog knows him!

-Stop talking. -Ouch. Ow! The teeth are digging in!

-Shut up! [grunts] -Now there's blood!

[groaning]

[grunts] It's him, it's McCallum! I can see his face!

The killer is McCallum!

Check his wrist! Check his right wrist! The teeth marks will match up!

-Get him out of here! -Check the wrist!

No one is checking any part of me!

-Why not? -[Camden] Huh?

We could close this out immediately. Discredit him right here.

It's an awful wound you have bandaged there.

This is outrageous! Do you really want to do this?

We could do this now.

-Or I could call in a warrant. -I'll call my lawyer.

I'll be right here.

I see a doctor! I'm seeing a doctor. Dr. Bendali.

And a word, Consumine!

Yeah, it's for dog bites. The wound is fresh. Check the wound!

It's a fresh wound, it's still a fresh wound!

[music fades]

I-- It-- It was an accident, I-- I didn't…

What?

Sergeant.

[sergeant] Come this way, sir.

Do you wanna get these cuffs off of me, please?

-Thank you. -[cuffs clinking]

Seriously, how?

I wish I knew.

[upbeat music playing]

Do you think this pretty much ruins my chances with Katarina?

-[music fades] -Uh-huh.

And what's the color of your vehicle, ma'am?

Mr. Spencer? I have more questions.

-My grandmother-- -She is so happy for you.

-And… -[telephone ringing]

she thinks you should take some time off.

-I have vacation time. -You deserve it.

[chuckles softly]

Hey, you know I give personal readings?

Really? Then you'll know what I'm thinking right now.

-[indistinct chatter] -[telephone ringing]

There she is!

Don't ever walk into my office without knocking.

-I'm sorry, I got excited. -You know what I'll do to you?

-Yes. -You do?

I'm a psychic.

I'm just finishing up in here. I'll be with you in a moment.

That's all right, Karen, I've gotta get going, anyway.

-Thank you very much for coming down. -Yeah. Okay.

Been a big help.

-Son. -Dad.

Have a seat.

I was considering adding you to my speed dial, Mr. Spencer,

but I would be remiss if I didn't do a little background check,

-don't you think? -[exhales deeply] Yes?

I asked your dad how long you've had the gift.

[chuckles] Look, my father's memory is pretty cloudy.

Oh, It certainly is.

His recollection doesn't match up with your assertion at all.

I can explain that.

You said you've had this ability your whole life.

Well, whole life, I mean, it's a bit of a gray area.

He said you didn't get it until you were 18.

-He said that? -Mm-hmm.

Wow, th-- that is just like him.

The man simply refuses to acknowledge my abilities, my gifts.

Did you know that I picked three consecutive Super Bowl winners,

-all longshots? -Oh.

Maybe I should call you come Playoff time.

Yeah. Ooh.

You know what? Morally, I'm not really comfortable

with that sort of thing anymore. Can we discuss my fee?

-You've already been paid. -Yes. Yes, I have, for the first half.

But come on, there was a lot more to the case.

-[chuckles] -[telephone ringing]

There's a check in the cage. Sign for it, and then come back in.

Come… come back in here?

-Mm-hmm. -Why?

You familiar with a chop shop in Summerland?

[upbeat music playing]

Dad!

So, are you gonna continue with this little charade?

Well, it sort of gives me carte blanche, you know?

I mean, I can work cases for the department, I can do private jobs.

In fact, I've already got another case.

Be aware, this is the last time I cover for you, pal.

I'm not okay with this, Shawn, any of it.

[seat belt clicks]

I don't expect you to be, Dad.

[music fades]

Stop doing my route.

You said you needed some free time, so I got you some.

Okay, let me rephrase this. Stop doing my route better than me.

Are you jealous that I buddied up with Jim back there?

How was I to know he's an avid scuba diver?

When he heard that I gave lessons in Cozumel that summer--

Jim, for four years he's been Doctor Sloan to me,

and in one afternoon, he's Jim?

Gus, I'm not gonna hog up all his free time,

though I do have dibs on his vacation house over the holidays.

Who are we kidding? You're my plus one.

-How do you do that? -Magician's school.

[sighs]

I'll drive.

[energetic music playing]

Awesome!

"Psych"? As in, gotcha?

Or as in psychic.

[door opens]

You named your fake detective agency Psych?

Why don't you just call it,

"Hey, we're fooling you and the police department."

"Hope we don't make a mistake, and someone dies because of it."

First of all, Gus, that name is entirely too long,

it would never fit on the window, and secondly,

the best way to convince people you're not lying to them

is to tell them you are!

Whatever, Shawn. It's your agency, go for it.

Actually, it's our agency.

I put your name on the lease as well.

Tell me, does that look anything like your signature?

-I gave it a shot. -This better be a joke.

Don't worry, you won't have to do a thing. I have worked out every last detail.

-What's your dental plan? -Don't get cavities.

-Health plan? -Same, but with hepatitis and shingles.

So, I'm supposed to quit my job, skip over and do this for no guaranteed money.

No guaranteed money, but all-guaranteed fun.

No, no more cases, Shawn. It was fun for a few days.

Well, it's gonna have to be fun for a minimum of six months,

or we'll have to pay a lease penalty, which would be a blemish on your otherwise

very impressive credit report.

You solved one mystery, and now you're renting an office space?

Gus, I've solved a bunch of mysteries.

For instance, the mystery of who kept stealing your newspaper.

Answer, me!

The mystery of what we're doing this weekend. Hint, it involves dragsters.

And finally, the mystery that is the case

the chief just brought me in on.

["I Know, You Know" playing]

-You got another case already? -A car thief got poisoned by his boss.

He used something over the counter, Fizadine.

No, Fizaderbal. No, uh, F…

-Fizadrine? -That's it!

-Wow. How'd he do that? -I'll tell you on the way.

-Just for today, right? -Absolutely.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ I know, you know ♪

♪ I know, you know ♪

♪ I know, you know ♪

♪ In between the lines There's a lot of obscurity ♪

♪ I'm not inclined to resign to maturity ♪

♪ If it's all right Then you're all wrong ♪

♪ But why bounce around To the same damn song? ♪

♪ You'd rather run when you can't crawl ♪

♪ I know, you know That I'm not telling the truth ♪

♪ I know, you know They just don't have any proof ♪

♪ Embrace the deception Learn how to bend ♪

♪ Your worst inhibitions Tend to psych you out in the end ♪

["I Know, You Know" concludes]