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Previously on Psych...

- He's an art thief? - A dangerous art thief.

All right, never been caught,

never left enough evidence to be accused.

But we did find a burning cigarette

- in the ash tray over there. - This is my gun.

You see, a gentleman of leisure never packs his weapon

next to his socks.

Hello, Despereaux.

I've often fantasized

about escaping from prison, you know.

Yeah, I'm flying Juliet to Napa for dinner

and surprising her with a vacation plan.

The Amalfi coast.

These kind of trips are once-in-a-lifetime experiences.

And they're even better when you have someone

you care about to share them with.

And you do.

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First class tickets?

And three nights hotel paid for.

By a world-class criminal.

Please.

Despereaux staged our deaths. That's barely a crime.

I don't think you're allowed to accept lavish gifts

from people you sent to prison.

Says who? The sultan of Canada?

Look, all Despereaux wants is a little face time.

Ten minutes, maybe less.

He's lonely, all by himself in his Canadian prison,

and we put him there.

The least we can do is give him a chance to explain himself.

Oh, so I'm the crazy one for being nervous

about accepting an invitation to visit

from a criminal who almost killed us?

That little gun he pointed at my head...

- Twice. - Not loaded.

How do you know?

He told me.

You spoke to him before this?

I follow him on Twitter.

Oh, my gosh.

Gus, come on.

Be a little spontaneous.

Canada's one of the top 50 countries in the world.

And how many countries are there?

At least 50. Maybe more.

You have exactly four hours

to come up with a good lie for your boss.

We're going to Canada, man.

You are gonna be in Canada. What?

I'm not gonna bail you out this time.

I'm not gonna ask you to.

Good, 'cause you got my only suitcase.

- See you Monday, pop. - You tell her yet?

- Tell who what? - Oh, come on, Shawn.

I overheard the whole conversation

with Gus about Juliet going off on this trip

with Declan Rand and how you're gonna try to wow her

and tell her how much you care about her

before she gets too serious, blah, blah, blah, blah.

I shared that with Gus in the men's room

at the Red Robin. Where were you hiding?

You butt-dialed me.

And you listened?

Shawn, I've spoiled my share of relationships

over the years by keeping my mouth shut.

Tell her. Tell her now.

Tell her five minutes from now.

She goes off to Italy

with a guy who's rich, who is crazy about her,

she ain't coming back with any doubts.

- Dad? - Yeah, Shawn.

Can we never have this conversation again?

We can certainly try.

Buzz, hey, have you seen Juliet?

- No. No. - Really?

Crap.

You okay?

Yeah, no. Yeah.

I'm about to go meet this guy I put in prison.

I have a plane to catch,

and I really wanted to... I wanted to tell her something.

Well, I can take a message.

No, it's not really the kind of thing

you put in message form.

I'm a great listener.

Why don't we give it a dry run?

All right.

Can't hurt.

It's a little weird, but...

You see, the thing is, I want to tell her that I like her.

I kind of suspected.

Yeah?

It's really more than like.

Yeah, you know, so much has happened,

and you always think there's gonna be another opportunity,

but sometimes there isn't.

And what I've realized...

What I've realized is that I don't want to wait anymore.

I can't wait.

Not with this kind of stuff, you know?

Holy crap, that was great.

Really?

Yeah.

No, Buzz, Buzz, don't... don't write this.

I'm just sort of talking it out for myself

and you apparently.

Dude, you addressed that to chief Vick.

I did? Oh.

- Bullet dodged. - Super weird.

That would have been...

Oh, it's Friday today, isn't it?

Yeah, Friday. Yeah.

Oh, she asked me to get her passport updated.

She needed it today.

She already left?

I think so.

Okay, you're freaking out about something.

You were quiet the entire flight,

and you watched the back-up plan all the way through.

- Are you okay? - I accidentally turned McNab

and my father into confidants.

It was a weird day.

But I realize this is the life I'm meant for.

Visiting minimum security Canadian jails?

Exactly. Oh, trust me, Gus.

We hear Despereaux's pitch, and it's smoked salmon,

poutine, and coffee crisp from here on out.

- Whoa. - Go on.

Gentlemen.

Prison looks good on you.

You call it prison,

I liken it to a mid-range sandals resort.

I only know that because I once stole a cruise ship

from a tiny Caribbean port.

- Which port? - Why are we here?

My apologies for the short notice.

But I've had a bit of a realization.

And I have some things I need to tell you face to face.

You see, Shawn,

my life's goal has always been

to commit the perfect crime.

I've always thought of my heists as...

Elegant. Victimless.

But you made me feel somehow...

- Regretful. - I...

You genuinely wanted me to be the greatest thief

that ever lived.

You know, that's right.

Well, gentlemen,

I need you to know

that I am capable

of all the things you thought I could do

and more.

And I'd like the opportunity

to prove it to you.

You don't have to prove to us

that you're a great criminal.

I want to.

- You shouldn't. - But I will.

Well, that was the weirdest 26 minutes of my life.

Honestly, I feel a little bad for him.

Why?

He had this reputation of being able

to get in and out of anything.

I spoiled it for him.

I feel some responsibility for that, Gus.

Plus, he felt... he felt needy, you know?

I mean, what does he care what I think?

He was exposed for what he was.

- That's all. - Gus, don't be

both Ashlee Simpson albums.

There were three Ashlee Simpson albums.

That can't possibly be true.

Autobiography, Bittersweet...

I will not do this with you right now.

Get it right if you're gonna criticize me then.

Well, I think that went well.

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

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You broke him out of prison?

- I did not. - Calm yourself, Gus.

Shawn had nothing to do with this.

I needed a visitor to make my escape work.

There's a security hole in the walk

from the visitation room to the cell block.

I'm turning this car around right now.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

I have this small, somewhat impressive shiv

that I learned to make from one of 30 prisoners

named Gord, and I'm in the position,

unfortunately, where I would have to use it.

I'm gonna kill you, Shawn.

I give you my word, though,

that I would cut you in a manner that you would not bleed out

too much, and your recovery would be a matter of weeks.

Come on, Gus. Considering the circumstances,

I'd say that's pretty damn considerate.

Thank you.

Oh, would you be so good

as to take this road toward the top of the mountains.

- This first one here? - Yes, please.

- Gus. - I got it, Shawn.

Our luggage was in the trunk, wasn't it?

- Yes, it was. - Our wallets in the bags?

- Mm-hmm. - Passports in the wallets.

You know it. I do have this, though.

Two altoids?

No, I wish.

It's a piece of chalk that just split in half.

If we're out here for more than two days,

- I will eat you alive. - You couldn't eat me.

- I will finish you whole. - That doesn't make any sense.

I will eat you in manageable, bite-size pieces.

12 hours. 12 hours of overnight walking, Shawn.

It would have been six

if we hadn't stopped to eat all that bark.

I was under the impression it tastes like maple syrup.

Mackintosh!

Oh, no.

No.

No. Sorry, guys, but no.

We haven't asked you anything.

Guys, listen, you know that I like you a lot,

but the last time that you were here,

you got me fired.

Technically, you got yourself fired.

By doing what you asked.

We got you your job back.

At the lowest possible level.

A job. We got you a job back.

I didn't know you wanted your original job back.

Now that I know that, I'll get right to work on it.

I just clawed my way up

from traffic duty, okay?

So, please, don't ask me to do anything illegal again.

Afraid I can't promise that,

but what I can do is give you the anonymous tip

of the century.

I have sensed that Pierre Despereaux

is going to escape.

What?

Let's go grab Ed Dykstra,

and you can take all the credit for it.

No. Ed's not here.

Nobody is.

Our best detective was found dead yesterday

at his fishing cabin.

Nobody thinks this sits right.

Well, while they're out there doing that,

why don't you solve the jailbreak all by yourself?

Okay, I will call the prison.

All right, thank you very much then.

Well?

All of the prisoners

- are accounted for. - What?

No. Did they actually see him?

No, they do a rough numbers count in the A.M., Shawn.

Call 'em back.

Ask him if they saw him, because they didn't.

Because he's not there. I guarantee it.

- We got to get down there. - I am not calling back.

All units, we have a reported art theft

at a private home in Shaughnessy.

All available units respond.

Been here many times before.

- Parties, fundraisers. - You know the owners?

Oh, everybody does.

It's Crown prosecutor John Santee.

He prosecutes every major case in town,

including Mr. Despereaux.

Now that was a Van Gogh of some sort.

This was a Ming vase, beautiful piece,

and this was some kind of Egyptian staff thing.

This guy's loaded.

How much do you pay your prosecutors?

Oh, no, no. It's his wife.

She has all the money.

Her family, the waffle people.

Gus, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yes, we need to try those waffles.

Well, Despereaux certainly proved his point.

He pulled it off in the real world.

- Will you stop gushing? - It's admirable.

His work is so clean, so effective.

- Shawn. - Obviously,

we have to catch him. That's a given.

Is this the Crown prosecutor?

Yeah, yeah.

Did the guards locate this Despereaux character?

- No, not yet, sir. - Not gonna find him.

He's long gone.

Mackintosh here is the only one

who believed us.

I'd like you to take that in consideration

come promotion time.

Wait. He can't be here.

That's not possible.

Mackintosh,

can we speak in private?

- Did you call? - Yes, sir.

- And they said he was here. - Please.

I can't believe this.

Yeah, I don't believe it either.

Where's our car?

Well, I imagine it's in the parking lot,

where it should be.

Isn't this a wonderful thing?

Not a single soul in this prison

has any clue what we've done.

Hey, shh.

We didn't do anything.

Perhaps we have pulled off the perfect crime.

I mean, what is a better alibi than being in prison?

Enjoy the rest of your trip, Shawn.

I know our secret's safe,

seeing how you could be considered an accessory

and since you merely "sensed" my escape.

It's a very effective use of psychicness.

I can't believe you killed a guy.

I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.

And not just any guy. You killed...

You killed the Crown prosecutor.

Yeah, him.

It's not so easy in the real world, is it?

Can't control all the little variables.

Or did you intend to kill Santee all along?

Was that the job?

I didn't kill anyone.

Yeah, then why did they find

your signature cigarette in the house?

Why'd they find your fingerprints?

Oh, Camilla Parker Bowles. I've been set up.

I think we're the ones that got set up.

Somebody came in and planted those things

after I stole the art.

I mean, now they're trying to pin me for murder.

Surely you can see that.

Nope. Nope.

No. Tell it to the judge.

I don't love you anymore.

It's like you're speaking gibberish to me right now.

That's how much sense you're making.

- What the... - Lassie!

What are you doing in Canada?

I should be asking you two the same question.

I'm here to extradite Despereaux back to the states.

What? When is that happening?

It was supposed to be today.

We got approval to extradite him on Monday.

That was his plan.

The perfect alibi.

- He's in jail. - Leave the country.

Well, he's not going anywhere now.

Not until they eliminate him as a murder suspect first,

which makes no sense, because he's been

in prison the whole time.

Jules.

You came here.

To Vancouver.

- Yes. - That's why you needed

your passport in such a hurry.

How did you know that? Are you okay?

Yes, I am.

I need to speak with you, though.

You and I. Before you head off to Italy

with Declan and get all caught up

in the magic that's Barcelona and the running of the bulls.

You don't know where Italy is, right, Shawn?

Before you make any major life decisions,

can we please sit down and talk?

Here in the lockdown?

- Sure. - Okay.

Not here, not now.

- Later? - Yes, later.

- We'll speak? - Okay.

Okay.

Which one?

Which one what?

Which one are you freaking out about?

Juliet or Despereaux?

Um, both I guess.

What's going on with you?

They really found fingerprints?

A lot of them, Shawn. Why?

Don't you think Despereaux would have worn gloves?

Welcome to the Gordon Mark Hotel.

Will you need help with your bags?

Yes, we will.

What was that?

It's called a tip, Gus.

A Canadian coin. The dollars here are coins.

It was a York peppermint pattie, Shawn.

What? That was way too generous.

Are you sure we should be staying here?

Gus, the room is paid for.

It would be a crime not to use it.

It's paid for by a murderer.

- Alleged murderer. - No. No, Shawn.

You are not turning around on him now, are you?

It doesn't make a lot of sense, Gus.

Think about it. Despereaux's a perfectionist.

Look at his nails.

That crime scene was as sloppy as it gets.

That's weird.

They're coming for us.

They're not coming for us.

This could be for us.

Act natural.

Hey, Shawn, Despereaux escaped.

- Just now? - Yes, of course, just now.

And you think we helped him?

What? No.

- Why would you say that? - No reason.

Mackintosh, why are you surrounding us?

Oh, right, one of the visitors at the prison

saw him get in the back of your trunk.

What?

No way.

Gonna get you some help.

I'm just gonna grab this peppermint pattie.

- I didn't mean to give it to you. - Shawn.

Uh, your plane tickets were paid for by?

Despereaux.

- And your room? - Kind of a package deal, ed.

Your car rental?

He paid for the rental car?

What part of all-inclusive do you not understand, Gus?

Yes, he may have paid for that too

and some walking around money.

Man has a lot of disposable income.

What? It's not like we're friends, Gus.

It says here you also sent him a birthday present.

- You bought him a present? - I had no choice.

He got me these jeans last Christmas.

- You forgot my birthday. - Okay, guys,

I know this looks bad.

Really, really bad.

Let's not forget I am the one

who caught this guy in the first place.

It's true, Ed. He did.

I came here to tell you that Despereaux would escape,

which he did, and I will catch him again.

I will also tie him to the murder

of that Crown prosecutor guy if he in fact did that as well.

Now if we could stop interrogating one another

and start working together and loving one another,

we can get this done.

Let's go back to the crime scene

and start ourselves a real investigation.

What are we doing?

We are looking for discrepancies.

Are we trying to convict or exonerate Despereaux?

No, Gus, I haven't decided yet.

You have a tremendous eye for detail, Shawn.

I had only just hid.

Despereaux, what are you doing here?

Same thing you're doing here.

Trying to prove me innocent.

Yeah, well, we haven't decided

if we think you're innocent.

I did. You're not.

You're making this very difficult.

Coming back to the scene of the crime?

- Come on. - You're trying to cover up

- the evidence. - Well, my plan was

to do the job and then sneak back into prison.

But when you told me about the body

and the fingerprints and the cigarette, well,

I had to break out again.

I had to see what they did to set me up.

And they did a good job.

Allow me to clear myself.

I'll go back.

Scout's honor.

Oh. Scout's honor.

Good enough for me.

Not this time, Despereaux.

What options do we have, Shawn?

He's here! Despereaux is here.

He is in the closet.

Follow me, you mounties!

Well, this is uncomfortable.

Come on!

Nice, Shawn.

Maybe you guys should just head home.

I'm not convinced Despereaux is the killer.

Why would a guilty man risk coming back?

Why would an innocent man bludgeon me like a sport tuna?

It's a tiny bump.

If I hadn't waxed my head, I'd be dead right now.

How is wax a factor?

- Shawn... - Pardon me.

Mrs.... Mrs. Santee?

- Yes. - Hello, I'm Shawn Spencer,

psychic detective.

This is Big Apple Mackintosh

and my partner Yasmine Bleeth.

I am sensing that the safe was open.

Is that accurate?

Yes, I found it open when I got home.

If you don't mind my asking,

what kind of art was stored in the safe?

None.

Johnny believed that art was meant to be seen

and never hidden, which is why this all happened.

He never understood the threats that displaying wealth posed.

So what was in the safe? Money? Jewelry?

No, those things are in a safety deposit box.

This was just work documents.

What was missing from the safe?

Nothing.

We really shouldn't stay here.

What, in our own room?

We're making ourselves accomplices to murder.

I'm so torn, Gus.

Despereaux only steals art.

He has a compelling argument.

He busts out of prison to do one last job,

sneaks back in before anyone notices.

He's being extradited tomorrow,

so that's perfect.

Job turns out to be a set-up.

They use it to kill someone.

Despereaux finds out, of course, he needs to escape again.

That's too much, Shawn.

I knew you'd come through, Shawn.

So what made you change your mind about my innocence?

His mind isn't changed.

Well...

Ah, there you are.

Darling, this is them.

Thank you for helping him.

You met a girl.

On the run?

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I met her in prison.

Don't go back.

I wouldn't dream of it.

I really should go.

Do you English even know the sock on the door rule?

And what exactly went on in here?

More importantly, do I need to get a new room and/or sheets?

Relax, gentlemen.

I think I have a solution to all our problems.

I want to hire you...

To prove my innocence.

You can't hire us. We're trying to capture you.

Oh, fair enough.

You can continue to try to capture me,

blah, blah, blah, but I also want you to prove

that I'm not a murderer.

She must have forgot her tongue.

- Hey. - Hey.

Can I come in?

Why?

Why? You kind of made a big deal about us talking.

Did I? Huh.

Come on. I really need to talk to you too.

I came by like 20 minutes ago, but I heard voices.

I wasn't sure if I had the right room.

Do you have a girl in there?

What? No.

No, not in me.

In here.

No one's in here. There's no...

I'm just... I'm alone in here like a wolf.

Okay, then why can't I come in?

Because I can't do this with you right now.

- You said it was important. - I lied.

Okay? I lie. I do things like that.

Oh, come on, Shawn, I am at a loss.

You want to talk. You don't want to talk.

Look, if you can't say what's on your mind,

then I will say what's on mine.

I broke up with Declan.

Why would you do that?

I mean, I just can't do this right now.

Anytime later, you name it. We can schedule it.

Don't bother.

Jules.

Girl trouble?

Is there anything I can help you with?

No. You know what, I think

you've been more than enough help already.

Will you just be straight with us for once?

I will be utterly transparent.

- Who hired you for the job? - I don't know.

Well, now we're getting somewhere.

The job was brought to me in prison by Marty Sewell.

He's a matchmaker.

That's where you found the girl?

No, no, no, matchmaker as in middle man.

He puts a client and a criminal together.

He offered me the job in prison

and told me that it had to happen instantly.

Fine. Where do we find him?

Martin finds you.

You don't find him.

That is, of course, unless you're a psychic.

You give me two hours.

And don't have sex in our beds.

I can only ask why. Why do you guys hate me so much?

Mackintosh, we don't hate you.

We want to help you.

By letting you help us.

We can't get this computer to work.

I told you his password

wasn't Senor Whopperpants.

It was worth a shot, Gus.

This is Detective Breitling's computer.

The poor guy just died.

You shouldn't be using it. There's a mourning period.

Not for electronics.

Yeah, like, if it was his coffee mug,

then we wouldn't use it.

Can you get us an address for a Martin Sewell?

No. No. I cannot do anything more for you guys.

What if I told you he was the one behind the Santee robbery?

How do you know that?

- Oh. - Yeah.

And then you will leave?

Thank you, Shawn.

Would have taken me weeks to find Sewell.

Now let me do the talking.

Hello, Marty. Surprised to see me?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Um.

Do you hear screaming?

No. No, come on, Despereaux's the consummate gentleman.

He's gonna kill that guy.

Whoa!

Despereaux, let him go.

That's the plan.

If he doesn't tell me who hired him for the job.

Who hired you?

Come on.

Tell me what I need to know, Marty.

I can't hold on much longer.

It was... It was Crossley!

Oops.

What the hell does oops mean?

Um, he was somewhat of a big crime lord up here.

I was in prison with him for a while.

I was kind of having an affair with his wife.

You met her at the hotel.

Will you put that guy down?

Oh, yes, almost forgot. Come on.

You killed him.

He'll be fine. He's just in shock.

It's actually quite cleansing once you come to.

You've been dangled off a building before?

Well, I've been the dangler.

It's enormously effective.

Terrible on the wrists. Terrible.

Despereaux, we have some serious questions for you.

Fire away.

Exactly how do you pick up women in prison?

Oh, Valeria was visiting Frank

at an adjoining table.

And our eyes just met.

You know how these things happen.

What about Crossley?

Frank Crossley was the most feared man

in our prison.

He managed to run his whole empire from inside

without missing a beat.

He even had a man killed

in Toronto in an hour.

From the exercise room.

Extraordinary.

Oh, dear.

Come on.

Pierre, they have us surrounded.

You got to trust me. Give yourself up.

I will solve this case for you.

But there's no way that we're getting out of here.

About that.

Have you ever seen those Batman movies?

Toodle-oo.

Where does he get those wonderful toys?

So you just happened to bump into Despereaux?

I was following a vibration.

Spencer, Guster, I cannot help you anymore.

Wait, you've helped us before?

I swear, I am gonna leave you

to rot in this backward,

rain-drenched den of politeness.

- No offense. - None taken.

I like your suit.

- Where's Juliet? - She didn't want to come.

Do we know why?

I imagine it was female trouble,

and I don't care. Now give up Despereaux,

stop messing around, and let me take him back to meet his maker.

I'm sorry, detective. You're gonna kill him?

No. It's a term for bring him to justice.

The term literally is "bring him to justice."

"Meet your maker" I think means murder.

This is about me now?

He's the one traipsing around town with your suspect.

I'm having a vision.

It was... It was Crossley.

Managed to run his whole empire

from inside without missing a beat.

- Spencer. - It's a man, a bad man,

a murderer. He authored a murder.

He runs his crime business from behind bars.

His name is Frank... Frank Crossley!

All right, this meeting's over.

I want you in my office.

And not you and not you.

Come on. Bring him in.

Now what the hell are we supposed to do?

All right, enough of the games.

What do you know about Detective Breitling's murder?

Detective Breitling?

The one who just died at the fishing cabin

- with the sticky keyboard? - Don't play coy with me, boy.

You know that clearly we believe

Frank Crossley killed Breitling.

Wow, I was really moving in a different direction.

We found this.

It was hidden in Detective Breitling's house.

This is a series of dates that all contradict each other.

Huh.

This would seemingly indicate that Crossley's innocent.

Shawn, you've got to stop hiding things from us.

This is very serious.

How close was Breitling getting

to bringing down Crossley's organization?

Do you know what he found?

He found something?

He told his wife to go and spend the night with her sister.

The next thing you know, he turns up dead.

You've got to tell us what he found.

No, those things are in a safety deposit box.

This was just work documents.

Can we go back to Breitling's desk?

Did Breitling know the Crown prosecutor?

We all know the Crown prosecutor.

Did he talk to him?

Not recently according to his cell phone records.

No, he probably wouldn't.

It's not safe.

Did he have any other correspondence with him?

I could have somebody run that.

- I'll run it. - No.

You run it, Mackintosh,

and take all the credit when it comes in.

Where's Crossley now?

We have a surveillance team

watching him at his house. Why?

'Cause we're about to make an arrest.

For two murders.

Gus.

Just can't go in there on a hunch.

Brace yourself, Ed.

I'm about to blow your brilliant mind.

Your Detective Breitling

was on the verge of bringing down

Frank Crossley's empire.

Working his own private surveillance,

he recorded and photographed

something that changed everything,

something big.

Bigger than the charges that put Crossley

in a minimum security prison for a few months this year.

- Ooh. - No, those were a gift.

You'll get them back when I'm finished.

Yes. I can see it all now.

Dangerous information.

So huge he thought it could be the end of him.

So just in case something terrible

and unexpected happened,

he sent a copy to the Crown prosecutor,

fearful he was being watched.

Well, guess what?

Something terrible did happen

to both of them.

One was set up to look like an accident

at Breitling's fishing cabin.

The other, an art theft. Two deaths, seemingly...

Unconnected.

A detective and a prosecutor.

Two men at either end of the dangerous information

that would bring down a high-powered crime boss.

Please, Shawn, give those back.

I'm not quite finished, Mackintosh.

They're expensive. Those are from Holland.

I need to button this thing and bring it home.

Shawn, I'm not kidding around.

- Relax, dude. - At least put on the strap.

- Relax. - Give me the binoculars.

I'm not giving you the binoculars.

Well, at least put the strap on.

Crossley set up the guy who was banging his wife,

Pierre Despereaux.

Is this how they do things in the states?

No, no, usually it's much less professional.

He planted Despereaux's fingerprints

and his signature cigarette.

And, unfortunately, he's right.

A courier did hand-deliver a package

to the Crown prosecutor six days before his death.

It was picked up from a man with a badge

matching Breitling's description.

Good, we have enough to go into Crossley's house.

Mackintosh.

Let me guess. Frank Crossley?

Okay, now I admit it. He looks guilty.

How many more people are you gonna let him kill?

I don't know, Gus. Maybe one more. Tops.

We are now accessories to two murders,

two prison escapes, and helping him

dangle a guy off a building.

There's no way dangling a guy off the building

is in the criminal code, not in Canada.

Would you hurry up?

There's no way he got very far on foot.

He's in the car, isn't he?

Nope.

Dude, the gas tank? Really?

No stone unturned, Shawn.

Well, you should probably check under that stone.

Oh, oh, do not take another step, Despereaux.

We are not gonna help you escape this time.

I'm afraid that won't be necessary.

In the car.

I came to straighten things out

with Frank, and I found him dead

with Valeria setting up a crime scene,

placing one of my signature cigarettes near the body.

It's the second time she's tried that, isn't it?

So you're the crime boss.

Yes, I feel rather foolish now.

Are we gonna get moving, or do I need to start shooting?

He managed to run his whole empire

from inside without missing a beat.

That's how Frank Crossley

could run his empire from behind bars.

He didn't. It was all a front for you.

That was the game-changing information

that Breitling had on Crossley.

Just not Frank Crossley.

Valeria Crossley.

You were the one who was on to Breitling.

Get in the [...] house!

And with the crown prosecutor involved,

you had to kill them both.

You had the perfect patsy.

You knew he could break into anything because he's awesome.

And as a nice bonus, he was also looking for love.

Well, I wouldn't say searching for love, per se.

It started out kind of, I don't know, animal really.

Despereaux, let me finish.

Right.

In the midst of all this mess,

your poor, unfortunate husband

had to end the trail.

He was the final loose end.

And you still had the perfect patsy running around.

Don't go back.

- I mean that as a compliment. - Thank you.

Run.

I was the pawn.

I can't be the pawn.

I really liked her.

Maybe I-I was looking for love.

Maybe you need to take a chance,

put your heart on the line.

Oftentimes, they turn out

to be cold-blooded murderers, but sometimes they don't.

Any relationship's gonna be a leap of faith.

It took me four years to figure that out.

Could you keep your voice down?

Honey?

You know I don't like loose ends.

I don't want to have to do this here.

You know, maybe we could be useful to each other.

Huh?

You... Me...

Okay. I'm going out.

When I get out there, you two make for the door.

- All right? - She'll kill you.

No, no, no, she'll kill you. She won't kill me.

You see, Shawn, you were right.

It is a leap of faith.

And I have faith she won't kill me.

I was wrong. Don't take the chance.

Take the chance. Take it now.

Don't take the chance. I have a better idea.

- So do I. - You have zero ideas.

I'll get the door for him.

All right, on the count of three.

One, two, three.

Darling.

Sweetheart.

There are too many moving parts.

You can't stop them all.

Look, I have you.

You have me.

Just let me have the gun.

Huh. That was flush.

You all right?

See. I told you she wouldn't kill me.

Yeah. True love.

Gus!

We're good.

Stop running.

I don't know why you're smiling.

The charges in the states are every bit as steep

as the ones here.

I find your confidence in the American justice system

adorable.

They'll never convict me.

We'll convict you. Sign again.

Ooh, I look forward to a trial with no physical evidence.

Now I want to pose a question to you, Shawn,

and I want you to consider it sincerely.

- Shoot. - Lunch? Friday?

Mm, I'll visit you in prison.

I'd schedule that sooner than later.

Let's go.

Oh, Lassie, where's Juliet?

She'll meet me at the airport.

Well, where is she now?

She went to go clear her head.

What am I, her social secretary?

Toodle-oo.

Hey.

You know, this bridge was built by porcupines.

Yeah, they chewed the girders with their little teeth.

Apparently there was, like, a rabies outbreak

during construction.

They tried to unionize.

Shawn, can we not do this right now?

I'm really upset with you.

We just... We missed the moment.

Some people just don't fit.

Yeah, but those are Lego people.

And how could they?

I mean, they make so many different sizes

for all the different sets.

They're in a box, they're in a bucket,

and kids get him mixed up.

And don't even get me started on Duplos.

Those things are, like, twice the size

- so babies won't eat them. - That's funny.

It's always funny.

Can we not do this right now?

It's okay.

The way things are, it's okay.

I just really need to sort this out on my own right now.

Can I just say what I came here to say, please?

I have a motorcycle.

Yes. You do.

Yes. I do.

And you know what?

It is... it is the purest form

of freedom that I have ever experienced.

You zip through traffic. You park anywhere.

You never have to take anyone to the airport.

You certainly don't have to help anyone move.

Easily the best purchase I've ever made

in my life, and I have never regretted it,

not for one second.

Great. You love your motorcycle.

Is there a point to this?

Yeah, there's a point.

The point is, since I met you...

I've been thinking about getting a car.

And you're not thinking something practical or...

- Oh, God, no. - Sensible?

I'm not throwing in the towel altogether.

This is awesome.

Oh. Sorry.

We never do this.

Once we did it.

Well, I mean, not like this.

This is an escalation of anything

that happened previously.

You think we should adjourn somewhere else?

Yes.

Is this on sale?

I don't work here.

I like your pearls.

You're very nice for a slut.

You know what, maybe now's not the time.

I have a flight in an hour.

Wait a minute. I have a room.

A really nice one.

Paid for by a convicted criminal.

Why do you tell me these things?

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