All language subtitles for Psych s07e15e16 .eng

Male narrator: "Once upon a time...

The end."

What?

What the hell is that?

These pages are too sticky.

"A man with incredible skill faced

his most difficult challenge."

Ah, unbelievable.

[Clears throat]

"Across a vast and dangerous land,

he... he... "

I... I need to fix this.

This is gonna drive me nuts.

"He would bring old
friends and foes together

to calm a great evil,

and though he holds a great secret

unknown to all but a few...

The end."

Ah, I give up.

Let's just say it was an
adventure like no other.

Wait, what?

You know, lots of killing.

Nobody knows.

- You're talking about here?
- Yes.

Um, no.

Gus, come on, take a look around.

It's Santa Barbara, man,
home of the yin/yang killer.

That was one serial killer years ago.

Let me ask you something.

Why are you raining on my parade?

Don't you have to be at work?

Ahh!

Seriously? You're talking about you?

Yes, I am. Is there a problem with that?

Um, where do I start?

First of all, you're not a psychic.

Shh.

Who could be listening, the dancing guy?

Gus, don't be the kites upon strings.

We need to be a tad more cautious

with our little secret.
Other cops cannot...

Little secret? You're living a lie.

Your girlfriend doesn't know,

and the last time I
checked, you're not a cop.

All right, you know what, fine.

-
but with shortcuts -
And cons

All:
Woved

-
You mean you won't -
It's the same

-
Not even close -
Just don't ask

-
I didn't ask -
It was implied

-
You don't know -
Yes, I know

-
It's a crime -
They won't care

Yeah, not happening.

-
When I fought -
No, you hid

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

Both:
Skies

Both:
Santa Barbara skies

Gus, I'm telling you, man.

Somebody needs to be on
standby for the bloodbath

that's about to wash over
our sleepy little community.

Shawn, will you stop it?

Nothing terrible is gonna
happen in this wonderful place.

Hmm.

[Sighs]

[Ominous music]

[Radio chatter]

Patient rooms 70 through 86, clear.

[Ominous music]

[The Friendly Indians' I Know You Know]

- McNab! No singing.
- Sorry, Detective.

I need you to issue a BOLO
for a Zachary Wallace Zander.

Also known by his nom de plume, Z.

His what?

His nom de plume.

His pen name.

Name he uses to... never mind.

He was a playwright and composer.

Spent seven years obsessively working on

a Jack the Ripper musical.

The night before previews, he goes crazy,

locks a critic in the
theatre, burns the place down.

That was back in '05.

Last night, he escaped
from the insane asylum.

We gotta catch this nut job and fast.

-
Dragging my heels - No singing!

Sorry, Detective.

[Ominous music]

Trouble?

Does it show?

Oh, a bit.

You care to share?

I'm a good listener,

and I don't get much human contact.

It's a long story.

Do I look rushed?

Looks like my squirrel
friends have abandoned me.

I'm a writer.

And the last project didn't work out.

Uh, books, movies?

Ever hear of the Santa Barbara playhouse?

Well, I can't say I get
out to the theatre much.

Well, let me start at the beginning, then.

It was called Ripper!

Old London. Dark.

Very cool, or I thought.

And after seven years...

- [Echoing]
- and change after endless change,

I thought we had something.

Okay, that was nice, Chris,
but what if Elisa comes in

just a bit earlier.

- Like this?
- Yeah.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Hmm.

I can fix it.

We are fixing it, bit by bit.

- Have you slept at all?
- There's no time for sleep.

Look, I have revisions for you.

We'll get there during previews, I promise.

Just take care of yourself, okay?

I'm... hold on one second.

What's up?

Who let Andrew Scheck in?

Nobody, we wouldn't let a critic in

before previews, especially Scheck.

He watched the entire
run-through yesterday,

- and he's writing a piece.
- Off of a run-through?

- Mm-hmm.
- He can't.

He did.

We're done.

- We're done?
- No.

Can we talk?

So this Scheck is an important person?

Very powerful, but not really very kind

to any of us ever.

Bottom-feeder.

He shouldn't have been there.

He shouldn't have been there.

- I'm hearing it's over.
- Over?

No, Z, you're getting paranoid.

- It'll be okay.
- No, it's not.

Oh, my God.

- He's here.
- Who?

Scheck.

He's trying to kill us.

Kill the show?

There's too much at stake.

Try to sleep.

Elisa!

Get over here!

[Thunder striking]

[Door knob rattling]

[fire crackling]

[Coughs]

[Coughing]

That...

that didn't really happen, right?

It did.

Those people died?

One.

Why... why would you tell me,

a random stranger?

But you're not random.

You're like me. You don't have any friends.

You're invisible. You'll listen.

How do you know this?

Because I've watched you every day

from my window across the street.

Isn't... isn't that an institution?

Not a very good one.

They don't listen.

But this is a murder confession.

You'll... you'll go to jail.

They don't always send murderers to jail.

Yeah, there's... there's
no reason to tell me.

But there is...

because then you'll understand

what I'm about to do to you.

The cameras lost Zachary
about 30 feet from this gate,

so he would have hit the street here.

Where he went after this
spot is anybody's guess.

Not anybody's guess. Mine.

He went to the left, Doctor.

Chief Doctor, Detective.

It's Head Detective, Chief doctor.

Why left?

Because the bus station
is directly down this road.

He will look sane as tax relief

compared to the slobbering
stew of genetic do-overs

that populate the main terminal.

I'm sorry, did you say...

Slobbering stew of genetic
do-overs? Yes, I did.

But I'm not talking
about your whackadoodles.

I'm sure they're all lovely.

- They're not...
- We know.

Look, Detective Lassiter
can be a little insensitive,

and also, he's wrong.

I think that the parking lot cameras

picked up Z, so I believe he went right.

The spirits are telling me

that he went directly across the street

into the park, into the woods.

Spirits are telling him?

He's a psychic.

- And who believes this?
- Most of us.

Not me.

Doctor,

you too will soon believe.

[Dramatic piano music]

Come with me.

-
The park -
The bus

-
The park -
The bus

Oh!

There's no way I'm wrong about this.

Ah. Spencer, give me my phone.

Spiritual GPS. I can't help it.

Spencer, give me my phone.

Has he seen anyone professionally

about this psychic thing?

Yes, he stayed in a
facility once across town.

It was for a case.

He loved it.

That's true, Doctor! I cannot deny it.

It was quite a treat.

Allow me to demonstrate.

To the park!

And that is how I do it.

Congratulations, Spencer.

You finally solved the great
peanut-shelling caper of '09.

As we all suspected, it was the chipmunk.

You are embarrassing us.

Gus, don't be the very model
of a modern Major General.

Look at those shells.

They're cracked by tiny, adorable,

rabies-infested,
plague-causing rodent teeth.

Now look over there.

Those shells are smashed
violently, almost as if...

-
The nuts? -
You're cracked

Both:
I've heard it both ways

Eww.

This guy didn't just want to escape.

- I mean, this is...
- The beginnings of a rampage.

O'Hara, you pull every
contact this kook, Z, ever had.

We are gonna have to dig deep.

This crazy hasn't spoken to
another person in seven years.

Actually, Detective, he started speaking.

Recently.

- It's complicated.
- And what?

You pinky-swore you wouldn't tell anybody?

It was a doctor-patient matter.

Although this changes things. I'm sorry.

You said it was complicated?

The confidant is another patient.

Take me to this patient now.

Paul, watch the changes.

Hi, Shawn.

Is Paul her name for the karaoke machine?

No, nothing that strange.

It's the name for her
imaginary piano player,

Paul Hogan.

The Crocodile Dundee guy?

Mm-hmm. He seems to calm her.

Shh, pipe down, Hellboy.

- What?
- It's a very special day.

An afternoon of music and story,

and Shawn, I say this from
my heart when I tell you

I'm so glad I did not detonate your mother.

And thank you, Paul,

and with the magic of the season,

I wish I could not blow
her up all over again.

Does she know what month this is?

You can't be sure.

I indulge her.

And Gus, Mr. Central Coast,

please take a bow.

Yes. [Applause]

Sit down, Avon man.

- Pharmaceutical salesman.
- Why are you antagonizing them?

I do not sell face cream, Shawn.

I sell the drugs that keep you people

from seeing dragons at night.

Should we do this in private?

Z's escape was great, right?

Is there video? Can we watch?

Yang, we have to hurry, okay?

Z is extraordinarily smart and determined.

- He's also very talented.
- Okay.

He has the soul of a monkey

and the cuticles of an aesthetician,

which is why I love him so.

That is crazy.

Sometimes I feel like I
have a monkey inside of me.

I say that because his
nails are immaculate.

Ow!

Do you know what Z's plan is?

I do, every step.

Great. So tell us where he's going.

Nope, can't do that.

Uh, that's why we're here.

You didn't come for my show?

Both. We came for both.

You don't have to lie to me, Shawn.

I can see right through you.

Tsst, tsst, tsst.

Just tell us where his next victim is.

Victim? Or victims?

- There's more than one?
- Maybe.

But a girl needs a date

before she offers her bounty.

- [Snaps fingers]
- Fine, what do you want?

Cigarettes? A shiv?

A free pass on spending
the night in "the box"?

What kind of institution
do you think we run?

Z taught me to love the theatre,

and this... I'm not going to have

a card like this to play again.

No, no, we can't get you out of here.

Oh, I just bet you can.

- No, no.
- Yang.

Suck it.

All right, Yang, you've
had your little day of fun.

Now, let's get to work.
Everybody, be careful.

This place hasn't been touched
since the night of the fire.

Nope. [Sighs]

No, no. Don't know.

No.

"Don't know"?

Well, here's a place to start.

Uh, why did he escape? How did he escape?

What's his plan? And where is he?

Yang?

Use your words. What's wrong?

In my head, it's a musical.

- What's a musical?
- All of this.

And I don't mean one
of those stupid musicals

where they just redo old songs.

I hear that.

That stuff does not belong on the boards.

So that's your new thing?

You're just gonna sling
around stage terminology?

- Yes.
- His tap teacher got him

an audition for Shakespeare
in the parking lot,

but get this... it's not even Shakespeare.

We're doing Wall-E.

[As Eve] Eeeeva.

Wow, Disney is really running out of movies

to turn into musicals.

I'm thinking a classic musical.

It would really get me going

if you could just perform a little for me.

- Perform?
- No.

No, no, no. Talk, talk, talk now.

Hey, Carlton, I don't
think that's going to help.

Dr. Adair said to handle
her with kid gloves.

Uh, guys,

this might sound crazy, but
I think we can pull this off.

Does anyone play bass?

Officer ham and eggs.

Give me a little, uh, walking bass line.

- Huh? Huh?
- Yeah.

I can't believe it's not butter!

Absolutely not.

You want to catch this guy or not?

[Sighs]

Yeah, like, tell me who
this loon's gonna whack

before I strangle it out of you.

Lassie, stop it.

First of all, that doesn't even rhyme.

Secondly, she has every piece
of this puzzle right here,

so in the interest of saving lives,

why don't we put in a little time

and a little bit of effort?

I'm not gonna do this.

Yes, you are, because you can.

Because it's easy. Watch this.

[Playing laid-back music]

Well?

- Well, haven't I done enough?
- You haven't done anything.

Maybe not yet.

Not gonna do this.

Not gonna do this.

-
We'll see -
It could be

Ow!

Both:
Nothing can go wrong

[Smooches]

Big man.

Ah.

Now make me a ballad.

Yes, where my true love
comes out of the fog

and takes me by the hand.

Yanger, you're killing me here.

You got to give us something

- after all the...
- Art.

Art that we just drummed up for you.

Shawn?

You're the greatest psychic
the world has ever known.

I couldn't just tell you the answer.

That would be cheating.

I can't give you more
than I've already given.

- That's it.
- [Sighs]

Gigantor, lock her back up.

I knew this was going to be

a monumental waste of time.

Wait!

I wonder what's up there?

Cheeky, cheeky.

Z was living here.

At the end, he couldn't leave.

Changes, day and night.

Nobody knew he was shacking up here.

He was the phantom.

- Billy Zane.
- The other phantom.

There's no other phantom.

I'm sensing he's been here recently.

You are so good, Shawn.

[Blows air]

Where is Miles Thornton?

Miles Thornton is the show's producer.

We've got a home and a
current work address for him,

the California theater.

You two, hit the theater.

I'll take Mr. T and Cracker Jacks

back to the loony bin. We'll hit the house.

And you might want to hurry.

Miles?

If you see him, tell me first.

I pray he's not on another bender.

He's an alcoholic?

Highly functioning, yes.

You know, I am trying to
launch a show and a venue here,

and I've got a producer who
suddenly can't keep it together.

You own this place?

I restored it myself.

Oh, so you're saying you're
looking for new talent?

From the local pool perhaps?

No, he's not even sort of saying that.

It was implied, Shawn.
He's launching a new show.

I'm up for a role in another production.

To play a mute cartoon robot.

I would play Burn-E,

a small but pivotal role

where I change a light bulb
outside of a space ship.

And that audition was a month ago.

- They're not calling you back.
- You don't know.

We have some questions for you.

Like, have all the roles been cast?

This is sad.

We preview tomorrow.

Really?

I know why Z escaped.

You're resurrecting Ripper!

Wait, you're saying that
Zachary Zander is out?

Yes, and you idiots are doing his play.

No, we're doing a Jack the Ripper story.

- Which is his play.
- No.

[Laughs] Z's version was crazy.

We're using Miles's set design,

and the director, Ben,
wrote this new script.

It's a completely different show.

Surely you can understand

how a crazy man might find
all this just a bit upsetting.

Listen, first time I stepped
foot into this beautiful city,

The Ripper! fire was the headline.

It was tragic, but then I got to know more,

and I thought, well, the concept
for this show is incredible.

It deserves to be put on.

He's right. This is good.

Give me that.

- Question.
- Uh-huh.

This inspector character...

do you think he could be, mm...

[Jamaican accent] a Jamaican?

If I wanted to lose all my money, yes.

Wow, this is pretty good.

This song totally rhymes.

But don't you think this inspector

should have a full head of sweet hair

and a reasonable-sized forehead?

- I'm reading that.
- Stop.

Give it to me. Give it to me.

Give it, give it, give it,

give it. Give it.

That's my script.

Do you have a sec?

- Of course, Janet.
- Audra.

Damn it. [Clears throat]

You know, I want to be as sensitive

as a businessman can be.

These people up here, they've work too hard

to see all of their efforts destroyed

by one deranged individual.

Rain check.

It was the victim's house.

You can't use the hide-a-key.

The place was a mess, and next of kin

are notoriously unmotivated
when it comes to access.

Hey, what's the matter with you lately?

You've been a sourpuss this whole case.

See, that just goes to show how well

you're paying attention.

I'm always like this.

Damn it! I asked for phone records.

How difficult is that?

Oh.

I had tickets.

What?

Tickets to opening night of
The Ripper! Seven years ago.

Victoria really wanted to see it,

and we were possibly gonna
reconcile, and then...

And then someone died
and the place burned down?

Yeah.

She's not the most understanding of people.

- Unlike you.
- Exactly.

So I told her I thought

she was being a little callous,

then she told me what she thought.

Then our marriage was over.

Carlton, you're with Marlowe now.

You have never been
happier in your whole life.

I thought I was happy then too.

And then a play gets cancelled.

Because someone died.

Yep, and you spend the
next seven years alone.

Carlton, let me tell you something.

Relationships don't always
have to be that fragile.

I mean, I believe that...

Thornton was getting phone
calls every half an hour

throughout the night
since the moment Z escaped.

We gotta figure out where
these phone calls came from.

Hey, good talk.

Z broke out of the asylum by himself.

Yes, but don't worry.

We're gonna bring this madman to justice.

All right, he just got a little lost.

He's not a madman.

I think we'll get a different opinion

from the guy he attacked in the park.

You're saying Z attacked someone?

Z? Is this true?

Guys, this is Chris Lamberth.

He's been with us for both productions.

Lambert? Like the Highlander?

Lamberth with an "H."

- It's different.
- Not really.

It just sounds like you're
saying it with a lisp.

Or with a dum dum pop in your mouth.

You need to change your name immediately.

It's like calling yourself
Jean-Claude Van Dammit.

[In foreign accent] Besides,
there can only be one.

- Who the hell are you two?
- My name is Shawn Spencer.

This is my partner, King Mongkut.

Et cetera, et cetera.

We're tracking down a serial killer

that's probably pretty angry

that you're doing a new version
of the show he killed for.

And maybe audition for the show.

Has the role of the inspector been cast?

I am the inspector.

Sir, calm down.

I'm just saying the show
seems a little white.

- Yeah.
- It's set in London in 1888.

So what are you saying?

Black people hadn't been invented yet?

Gus, relax.

If a black dude's
getting cast in this show,

I think we both know

- which one of us it'll be.
- What?

The fella who can say,
"hey, hey, over here.

Hey, that's quite enough of that there...

Ripper."

- Should we be worried?
- Probably, yes.

Good news for you is

we're pretty sure he's going after

the producer, Miles Thornton, first.

Of course, nobody seems to
be able to find that guy.

Oh, well, I just saw Miles two minutes ago.

He was going up the catwalk.

No kidding.

We need to talk to him right away.

- Are you sure it can't wait?
- [Screaming]

[Thud]

Ah, tell him it can't.

A visitor.

[Door closes]

Well... Hello.

- [Laughs]
- Whoa.

Thank you, enormous human being.

Hopefully, your husband here doesn't mind

you being in the same
room with a naked man.

Oh, I'm not married.

Well, in that case,
what about two naked men?

Ooh.

Strode, she's a killer.

Agree to agree.

Could we just hop to it?

I believe this one's pretty cut and dry.

It is.

Suicide. Am I right?

What are you talking about? That's insane.

Relatively speaking.

The victim made no
attempt to break his fall,

the catwalk railings were
too high for him to be pushed,

and everyone in the backstage
area saw him go up alone.

Yes, long-term alcohol
and antidepressant abuse,

but was sober as a judge...
Reinhold impersonator...

[laughs] When the fall happened.

Plus he just...

just kind of has a sad face.

Woody, a patient escaped

from a mental institution

and looked up this man's name

right after this man re-launched a play

that drove him to kill.

Well, when you put it like that, yeah,

anyone could look guilty,
but think about this.

- I'm divorced.
- Stop hitting on the prisoner.

-
He was threatened -
Immaterial

-
He was frightened -
Inexact

- [Gasps]
-
It's the opposite of that

Would you stop bringing
up your cheating wife?

We all know you've been cuckolded.

You do realize they don't
personally sign those bats?

The real question here is who
still has a Harold Baines bat?

Look, all we are simply trying to do is

stop people from getting killed.

Z literally wiped this
guy's name off the list.

- Do you have a sec?
- Of course, Janet.

- Audra.
- Damn it.

Mm.

Dude, every person on this list is back

for the new show except the actress, Elisa.

That stripe doesn't stop
at Miles Thornton's name.

We gotta get out of here.

What if we miss something important?

[smooches]

I think we're safe.

Hey, man, take this file.

Take it.

Hello, Elisa, my name is Shawn Spencer.

This is my partner, Gigi Van Tranh.

- Van Trenh.
- I've heard it both ways.

- You never even saw the show.
- What show?

Who's that?

- That's Yang.
- She's a serial killer.

- Is this safe?
- Probably not.

Elisa, a man named Z escaped

from a mental facility last night.

- I know.
- Wait, how do you know?

He called me last night.

- What did he say?
- Not a word.

So how did you know it was him then?

He was playing piano.

His playing is more distinct than a voice.

Let me get this straight.

A serial killer gives you a buzz,

plays some creepy tunes,

and this doesn't concern you at all?

- It was my song.
- [Gasps]

He wrote you a song?

What was it like?

Was it a ballad? Could you hum it?

Not really mine originally.

It was his first song.

He used to change the lyrics
for me when I was feeling down.

Aww.

- Those are the words?
- I was paraphrasing.

All right, listen, lady.

Miles Thornton is dead,

and Z's got you on speed dial.

So I'm gonna put an officer

outside your house here
until we find this guy.

It's not necessary.

- Trust us.
- Question in the back.

All the other major players
are doing the new show.

Why didn't you get the invite?

The night of the fire was tragic.

Some of us had trouble getting out.

That's tough, but you
didn't answer my question.

I don't think I was right for it anymore.

Cool.

So here's something interesting.

Midnight in Whitechapel.

Hmm? What's that?

It's the new Jack the Ripper show,

and it's expected to do very well.

What makes you say that?

Well, there are negotiations
to go to New York.

Oh, like, off-Broadway?

- No, like on Broadway.
- Really?

Dude, you were just humming
a Tevin Campbell medley.

- How did you even hear that?
- Wait a minute.

So the first production of Ripper!

was gonna be dead upon arrival

before even getting one
performance off the ground.

And now Z's out of the picture,

and this new show's about to be

on the cusp of a financial windfall?

Yeah, and the entire creative team

is going to make a mint.

Ho, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Elisa's on this list.

Why didn't she mention that?

[Line ringing]

McNab, I need you to
ask two-face a question.

Oh, my God.

Sorry. Insensitive.

Please ask Elisa why she failed to reveal

a damning piece of evidence,

the main reason that Z
might want to kill her.

Um, Detective, can I call you back?

Yeah, I'm hearing something in the woods,

and I may have a situation here.

Crap.

- Come on, whackadoo, let's go.
- [Screams]

[Tires screeching]

It came from over there.

I see him!

So how's your mom?

[Grunting]

We got him!

Nice work, McNab.

[Panting]

What the hell?

Holy crap, Gus.

There's two of 'em.

I'm sorry.

He let me loose and told me to run.

I... I did what he said.

Crap.

Elisa!

- Open up!
- Elisa!

- Open up!
- We gotta get in there, Gus.

Elisa!

[Both grunting]

This is so much harder than it looks.

- Oh, what?
- I have a better idea.

What kind of candy do you like?

[Gasps]

[Screams]

That was ill-advised.

That was him. It was Z.

- Stay here.
- All right.

Did you hear about Pluto?
That's messed up, right?

Spencer!

[Groans] [Thud]

Ah.

This is our victim from the park bench.

That S.O.B. used him as a human decoy.

That S.O.B. just punched
me square in the face.

Ah, I think we have
bigger problems than that.

Uh, where's Yang?

Narrator: "Once upon a time... "

Uh, seriously? Wow.

[Clears throat]

"A dark and twisted man

escaped the confines of an eerie asylum

to wreak havoc upon those
who carried on his life's work

without his knowledge.

Victims were pi... "

that's a little graphic, don't you think?

Quite easy to imply death

without shoving it down one's throat.

[Clears throat]

What the hell is that?

"But our hero began to doubt the guilt

of the only villain he imagined,

and thus began to wonder

what do you do

when everything you know is wrong?"

Well, not only did we miss Z,

we also managed to lose
the biggest serial killer

in the history of Santa Barbara.

We have a guard in the
ICU and Yang on the loose.

Congratulations, all. Solid work.

I'm sorry, Mr. Spencer.

Are you uninterested in this conversation?

No. Yes. I mean, no, I'm just...

uh... I'm wondering why
he killed the producer,

but not our loner in the park.

He was actually sort of kind.

He knocked you out and
dragged you to his car.

Right, he needed a vehicle for his escape,

but he could have just taken your keys

and killed you right there.

No, he was hanging onto
the pathetic bastard

until he needed him as a human decoy.

- I'm right here.
- Oh, come on.

There's no way Z could have possibly

planned that far ahead.

He would have known we would have had

somebody stationed outside that house.

It didn't feel right.

Speaking of things that don't feel right,

why exactly is McNab no longer guarding

that woman's door?

She's refused our help.

Apparently, she feels less safe with us.

That's rough for the group.

But in our defense,

it is very difficult to
break down a door, Chief.

It's not like it looks on TV.

That was solid oak.

I'm pretty sure I dislocated my shoulder.

- You didn't dislocate anything.
- Yes, I did, Shawn.

If it wasn't for my overdeveloped lats,

I'd be in a sling right now.

You don't have overdeveloped lats.

You own the sling.

It was never given to you by a physician.

You don't need a prescription
for a sling, Shawn.

Guys, I think this proves my point.

Even the victim wasn't scared of this guy.

It's made me rethink everything

I thought I knew about Z,

which wasn't a whole lot to begin with.

What are you saying?

I'm saying I don't think Z did this.

Wow.

[Skype tone]

Mr. Spencer.

I'm sorry, Chief. Please continue.

Okay,

so, needless to say, this is a disaster,

so we put all the resources that we have

in finding both of...

oh, I can't believe I'm saying this...

of our escaped patients.

So we are gonna do whatever
it takes to find them.

Shawn, I am making my
first Skype call ever.

Yang, you get back here right now.

No, I'm sorry, Shawn. I just can't do that.

I don't think I was ever
meant for that hospital.

Okay, first of all, you know

that is the exact opposite of true,

and I still need your
help in a big, big way.

Well, you know you can ask me anything.

Okay. Is Z innocent?

Is that what this whole thing is about?

Now, you know what you need to do

for those kinds of inquiries.

Yang, I can't... I can't
make up showtunes for you

in the middle of a police briefing, okay?

Fine, then we have nothing to talk about.

Perhaps later I will call you... maybe.

Whoa, whoa... wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on.

Okay, we've compiled a full profile on Z

based on both the 2005 court documents

along with new analysis
provided by Dr. Adair

and the staff at Willowbrooke
psychiatric hospital.

Of note in these reports
is a consistent belief

that Zander was making tremendous progress

up until recently.

Mm...

No, I don't mean to be
hypercritical, Shawn,

but really, this feels a little bit spare.

Have you worked on my ballad?

No, Yang, I'm... [Sighs]

I'm not working on a ballad, okay?

I'm not gonna write you a love song

where your true love
comes through the clouds

and... and takes your hand

while wearing a giant white, furry robe.

Let us catch Z, and then he
can write it for you, right?

And then there won't be a third murder.

Uh, first of all, if this
is the kind of negativity

we're gonna go for, then you know...

[Snaps fingers] Good-bye.

No, it's not.

You sit tight.

I have a surprise for you.

Okay, all shifts not on overtime

now have extended hours with the
full cooperation of the hospital.

And Dobson, please find out how early

I can retire and still get benefits.

[Brassy vaudeville music]

Oh, what the hell?

Gus,

you are gonna rock it as Wall-E.

Burn-E.

You're gonna answer my question or what?

Those are the types of questions

that need to be pondered

under a Steinlen in good old Red 71.

What's Red 71?

[Skype beeps]

Damn it.

It's not like she's
been to that many places.

I wish I could not blow
her up all over again.

This is true.

Well, this is 71.

You guys sure Doc Adair
is all right with this?

Are you kidding me? Do you know who I am?

You're the guy who lost Yang.

Wow, this Z guy really likes himself.

It's weird that he has
so much self-esteem.

Those are the types of questions

that need to be pondered under a Steinlen

in good old Red 71.

And now, if you don't mind,

I'd like to show you something incredible.

Me having to make the bed?

[Unzipping]

Ha ha!

Give it up, son.

All I see is more crap I got to clean up.

These are all addressed to Elisa.

Yep, they're all stamped, never sent.

It's a good waste of stamps is what it is.

Gus, Z could really turn a phrase.

It's like The Notebook.

Yeah, sweet, eloquent, well-written.

Check this out.

What?

Dude, he had a thing for the actress.

Unrequited.

He never told her. How do you know?

It says so right here.

Let me see.

Wow. This is marvelous.

[Cell phone rings]

Jules.

Shawn, you need to get down here.

There's something else
going on here, Jules.

We found Z's letters.

And they're really, really good.

I'm surprised his writing didn't translate

- to the theater better.
- That's true.

The Ripper! script didn't
do him any justice at all.

We're dealing with somebody
very calculated here.

We never should have let
Elisa refuse protection.

No, Jules, here's the kicker,

Elisa has absolutely nothing to fear.

Sound theory, Spencer.

You're right.

Everything points the other way.

Oh, wait, it's not.

Huh. Never seen that before.

You're a good-looking
man when you're humbled.

It wasn't Z.

I'm telling you,

there's another killer out there.

Carlton, what if...

What if what?

What if the guy we're chasing

isn't the one on the murder spree?

O'Hara, the evidence is piling up

against this tootsie roll,

and now you want to change course?

- I know, but...
- But what?

Spencer thinks so, so now you do too?

No.

Both:
Yes, we do

If we find Z, we'll find Yang.

All:
Under Santa Barbara skies

Feel this, O'Hara.

The actress's phone pinged
a cell phone tower downtown,

which puts her in that vicinity
within two hours of her death.

Ten minutes later, we pick her up again,

which puts her going...

McNab!

Pull the footage from outside
the California theater.

You think Elisa was killed at the theater?

Just do it.

Go to 2:20.

2:25.

Stop.

Now we know where she made her last stop.

Evidence, O'Hara, sometimes comes in handy.

I told you we didn't need a key.

This isn't right, Shawn. Nope.

Key or no key.

Gus, we are on an island right now

'cause he didn't kill her and you know it.

No, I don't.

You can't decide someone's innocent

based on a look in their eyes.

Man, you don't know about looks.

[Scoffs]

Let it go, Gus.

- I'm a poker man, Shawn.
- No, you're not.

I know tells and I know faces.

Dude, what are you talking about?

Looks, Shawn. I'm talking about looks.

Dude, this is addressed to Z.

Who is it from?

There's no return address.

This dude has a strange relationship

with the postal service.

What's in it?

Nothing. Not anymore.

Whatever it is, maybe
it's still lying around.

Bottom line, Z brought it to the house,

Elisa finds it,

and whatever she does
with it makes her dead.

Dude.

Ooh.

Z's script is terrible.

The Ripper was a good guy.

The new version is way better.

My character is so much more defined.

Gus, you are not going to be in the play.

Really? What about when they hear this?

Stop it.

Clearly, she got this box out for a reason.

The first time I stepped foot

in this beautiful town,

the Ripper! fire was the headline.

- Armitage.
- Who?

The owner of the California theater.

He lied, Gus.

He was there the night of the fire.

Shawn, we need to get
down to that theater now.

Coinkydink!

Killer's here.

Yeah, well, this is
where Elisa was murdered.

Welcome back to the team.

Uh, guys.

Gus, come on.

Christopher "there can
only be one" Lamberth.

You were at the playhouse
the night of the fire.

I was in costume for rehearsal.

It was difficult to see
anything through the mask.

Was Roland Armitage there?

Ah, man, please don't make me answer that.

[Stammers] Well, he and Elisa were both...

you know. [Clears throat]

Both: Aha.

That was amazing. Did you...

did you rehearse that or...

We just solved the crime.

Can't believe we actually
agree on something.

Oh, you agreed on something.

Both: The fire was started by...

- Z.
- The owner.

- What?
- Z? What?

You're still on Z?

I was never off of Z.

It's always about the girl.

Here I was thinking you
were sharp as a tack.

- Thinking.
- That's funny.

I love how you said you're thinking.

-
He loved her -
Revenge

-
But he's gentle -
Unhinged

Both:
I've heard it both ways

-
I've heard it - Both:
Both ways

They usually find him in the bowels.

Yeah, I guess that could work.

[Laughs]

Let's arrest him.

On what grounds?

For starters, he's down
here wandering around

all sneaky-like.

With the actress who replaced Elisa.

- What was that?
- Hmm?

Give us one piece of evidence, Shawn.

All right, he was here
the night of the fire.

And you know who else was here?

Z, the guy who did it.

All right, how about this?

He's down here under the theater in an area

that's clearly not up to code.

[Giggles]

Hey, Armitage! We got you, man!

[Screams]

You idiot!

[Panting]

[Tires screeching]

[Grunts]

Surprised?

Didn't expect to see us here, did you?

Hmm, yeah, that's what we thought.

- That's what we thought, right?
- That's right, son.

Now, let's get down to brass tacks.

Why did you lie about

being in New York the night of the fire?

Why did you run,

and why was there a car following you?

And why has no one
responded to the head shot

- I left in Ben's dressing room?
- Yeah.

Wait, what?

A simple "no, thank you"

would have been courteous, Shawn.

Gus, you know the show is already cast.

People go down all the time.

Laryngitis, flu, pipes to the knees.

I can't do this with you right now.

Actually, I can do this with you.

Pipes to the knee?

I'm not doing this with you right now.

Gee, I wonder why.

Your face knows why.

Your silence tells the
whole story, Armitage.

Okay, now, open.

Perfect. Thank you, Mr. Armitage.

I'll run this and have
the results for you soon.

You can speak now.

- What's wrong with you guys?
- Hey, answer our questions.

Well, I lied about being in New York

'cause I thought you two were P.I.s.

- [Laughs]
- We are P.I.s.

- Working for my wife.
- What?

Yeah, I think she's
been having me followed,

and I couldn't let anyone know

that I was carrying on with Elisa.

And I ran today because
that girl I was with,

she and I are... you know, you know.

Wow. You are a crappy husband.

[Coughs] Understatement.

It's an addiction.

No, no, it's not.

You just decide not to
have sex with someone.

He's right.

- It's a cop-out.
- Yes, it is.

Your incredible success
rate warrants mention.

- Thank you.
- Shawn.

So does his hair. The cat... cat gets his.

He gets his.

[Tires screeching]

Deranged individual.

Rain check.

Let me ask you something.

Does your wife have short black hair?

- Yes, why?
- I think she's on to you, pal.

What?

Hey, ho.

Oh, hey. You know what, Spencer?

Apology accepted.

- Ah, I'm still off Z.
- Really?

Because I'm with Lassie right now.

And I may have just blown it with the play.

Hey, there, pop. Guess what?

I'm officially living my worst nightmare.

Why?

Because I think Lassiter
may turn out to be right.

Well, you know it's not unprecedented

for the cops to be right occasionally.

Yeah, I know that, but I saw this guy, dad,

you know, face-to-face.

I looked him right in the eyes,

and I don't think he was
guilty the first time.

But every time I wrangle a new suspect,

they either turn out to be dead

or a philanderer with great hair

who scores unbelievable young actresses,

uninhibited, and curious, and comfortable

with their own instruments.

And all the roads lead
right back to Z again.

All right, then stop
trying to solve this case.

If everything you thought
was wrong, then accept that.

Start over again.

Go back and solve the first case.

I don't want to accept it, okay?

I just want to be right.

Look, go get us a beer,

and let's do this the old-fashioned way.

- Man.
- Yeah.

[Skype tone]

- Hi, Shawn.
- Yang, what are you...

Doesn't fresh air become me?

Look, I'm at a loss here.
You got to give me something.

Did you check the room?

Yes, I checked the room. I got the letters.

All of them.

One a week, every week, but Yang,

they were never sent.

Well, you know, the mail is unreliable.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Dad, I'm just trying to get

some information here, okay? Relax.

Hi, papa Spencer.

Do the police know this is your informant?

One thing at a time.

You cannot conspire with this woman, Shawn.

I will not allow it.

Well, she's all I have right now, okay?

Oh, that's funny 'cause
I thought you had me.

- But...
- [Skype beeps]

Why would you do that?

I can't call her back.

That's so incredibly rude.

She did kill her father for
me. Don't you forget that.

You have some sick relationships, kid.

Well, none of 'em are sicker
than this one right here.

Here's the thing about the disenfranchised.

They're creatures of habit.

They don't want to find new places.

They're doomed to do the same
thing over and over again.

Here.

You're welcome.

[Indistinct chatter]

Excuse me, big man.

Do you recognize this guy?

Nope.

You sure? He's a regular.

Or was a regular.

- When?
- Seven years ago.

Dude, staff turns over
here every six months.

Fair enough.

Get you something?

No, I'm...

- I'm good.
- All right.

[Playing somber piano music]

You recognize that guy?

Sorry about your nose.

Yeah, you and me both.

So what? You're a cop?

No, no, I'm a... I'm a psychic.

I'm also writing a book

called Crime Fighting for
the Totally Unqualified.

I'm on page three. I
should be done by Friday.

You're very talented.

It's the first thing I ever wrote.

You used to play that for Elisa?

I've seen your letters, man.

Did Elisa show them to you?

No, she never got 'em.

Z, are you feeling okay?

'Cause, to be honest,
I think I'm the only one

around here who doubts

that you're out there killing everybody.

I'm clear.

Clearer than ever.

See, in the hospital,
you... you figure things out,

and I know now why my head hurt.

And I know the capabilities of humanity,

and that's given me clarity.

Great. Please, do tell.

No, I'm done with that.

See, I try to tell people,

but they stop listening
once you're labeled.

I can still help you, man.

I'm gonna find Elisa's killer.

Oh, I know who killed her.

You do?

Well, in the interest of
time and soaring gas prices,

why don't you just...

why don't you just go ahead and tell me?

- I can't do that.
- Why not?

'Cause then, I wouldn't be
able to kill them myself.

Come on, man, you know
I can't let you do that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[Clattering] Hey!

No. So see, it goes like this.

And this goes where in the show?

It can go anywhere.

I guess it could open it.

You realize this is a
dark and serious telling

- of a serial killer's story?
- Exactly.

Which is why the audience
will be so relieved

when he comes on to lighten the mood.

Okay, let's do midnight
again and call it a day.

- [Cell phone rings]
- Okay?

Hello.

What? Z crushed you?

With a piano?

Like in the Road Runner?

Yes, I'm coming, I'm just saying,

how fast can a piano move?

Gentlemen, how is allowing this

gonna get me my patient returned?

I'm trying to figure that out, Doc.

Does Z have anything else, like a locker?

I don't know something he...
something he came in with?

[Sighs] We could go to his room.

We are in his room.

Uh, no, this is room 71.

- This is Yang's room.
- Yang?

No, that's... that can't be possible.

I found all Z's letters

stuffed into that
mattress right over there.

Zachary wrote letters?

Oh, I knew we shouldn't
have given Yang mail duty.

Oh, my gosh.

She was in love with him.

He has the soul of a monkey

and the cuticles of an aesthetician,

which is why I love him so.

She was his confidant.

She fell for him.

She helped him escape,

but then he went straight to the actress.

So she had to take her out the picture.

- [Skype tone]
- Gus, this is not good.

Nope.

- Speak of the devil.
- [Phone ringing]

Doc, I'm gonna have to take this.

[Skype beeps]

You hung up on me.

My dad hung up on you.

It doesn't matter
because I know who did it.

- Who?
- You, Yang.

Shawn, if you're going to accuse me,

at least have the courtesy to sing it.

Will you tell the truth if we do?

I swear.

[Indistinct whispering]

Both:
You can bend it
and send it in the mail

[Muffled singing]

Both:
Mail

[door closes]

You are gonna get Gus committed.

Me? Why me?

Honestly, I'm starting to doubt your gifts.

I lost you, Shawn, and if
I don't have anybody left,

I'm leaving town.

And don't try to convince me to stay

because I'm really offended.

- [Skype beeps]
- [Sighs]

Great, she's disappearing.

She could be in Shanghai by now.

Shanghai? Please.

She could be all the way to China by now.

You had your little day of fun.

Now let's get to work.

I know where she is.

She's been here the whole time.

I half expected her to be sleeping here.

In the room where the critic was murdered?

Come on.

This room is creepy as hell, Shawn.

It's not that farfetched.

[Crash]

Shawn, we're not alone.

- We should split up.
- What?

Yang!

Yang, I know what happened.

She's already gone.

How do you know?

Because this place is creepy,

and we need to get out of here.

Yang!

Man.

[Door creaks]

[Breathing heavily]

I knew you'd come.

No.

No, no, no, no. This is not a game.

[Laughs] You are so wrong, Shawn.

Sing me this one.

No more songs, no more games.

I'm done.

I trusted you.

I... I believed in you.

Shawn, you disappoint me.

Yeah, Z was my friend.
He told me everything.

If I have to spell it out for you, I will.

He figured it out in group.

You're losing it, Shawn!

You don't even know you were followed here.

What are you talking about?

Holy... oh, God.

Ah! [Gasps]

[Grunting]

Shawn!

[Growls]

Ahh!

[Coughing]

[Both grunting]

Gus.

[Groans]

[Coughing]

[Grunting]

[Groans]

Ah!

Ugh!

[Coughs]

Oh.

Yang!

[Coughing]

Yang, Yang, I'm sorry.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's fine. She's fine.

Here's something stupid.

I think I'm dying.

No, you're not. No, you're not.

You're fine. You're fine.

- Uh, Shawn, I beg to differ.
- Shh. Don't say that. Shut up.

- Just don't say that.
- And I never got my song.

Gus, sing her a song.

What? Why me?

Gus, I just got hanged. Or hung?

Uh...

Not Jamaican inspector man.

- [Laughs]
- What are you doing?

Nothing rhymes with Yang.

Bang. Clang. Meringue.

Meringue? Now I want steaks.

Steak? You mean pie.

You're thinking pie.

No, I mean steak.

I have pie after I have steak.

Guys, I'm drifting.

No, don't drift. Stay with us.

Wang, wang.

Wang?

Wang. Yeah, I like wang.

- What?
- Let me rephrase that.

[Gasps] Look, I see a light.

Do you see fire and brimstone?

Yang, do not go towards
the light. Stay with me.

Stay right here with me and
tell us who the killer is.

I can't do that. That
would spoil the ending.

Z's gonna finish it tonight at the show.

Yang.

It's gonna be spectacular.

[Gasps] Oh, I see him.

[Laughs] He is so beautiful.

I see him.

You see who? You see Z or...

- Beelzebub?
- My angel.

- Angel?
- Yang.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yang?

[Whispers] Yang.

Dude, Z is coming.

Shouldn't we warn someone?

Who are we gonna warn?

The person he's trying
to kill is the murderer.

[Whistles]

Dude... it was Lamberth.

- The Highlander?
- Exactly.

Sweet. This is perfect.

It is, isn't it?

That means technically he's not available

to play the inspector.

- Hey, you need help.
- I know.

Dude, let's wait for the cops.

Since when do we do that?

If we wait, it'll be too late.

Hello, Highlander.

Oh, fellows, I don't have
time. I'm on in a few.

It's funny. You had plenty
of time to try and kill me.

What?

You played Jack the Ripper

in the original production, didn't you?

And in this current incarnation,

you've been relegated
to the much smaller role

of the inspector.

Which could have easily been played

by a local black actor regardless

of the racial makeup
of 19th-century London.

You took out your revenge
on Elisa and the producer

and anybody else who had any kind of stake

- in this current production.
- Yep.

- And...
- And that's it.

No, there's more. Tell him the more.

There's no more. That's it.

What?

That is the flimsiest theory

you've ever come up with, Shawn.

By no means the flimsiest theory that...

Why are you working against me on this?

That's not a motive for
someone that killed someone.

He killed the critic to save the show.

Maybe he thought he deserved
to be rewarded for that.

- It doesn't make sense.
- It doesn't make sense?

I saw you practicing your spin move.

But everybody in the play does that move.

It's how you get off a rope.

We're taught that on the first day.

Look, I don't know why
you did what you did.

And I don't care, but I
can prove that you did it

because Yang slashed our attacker

across the chest right before he turned

and stabbed her to death.

- Now take off your shirt.
- And do it slowly.

Yeah, but not...

- not because we're titillated.
- No.

Because we don't want any funny business.

Right.

Look, this is getting really weird.

- Oh, is it?
- Yeah.

I lost a lot of oxygen because of you

and the only clinically insane
friend that I've ever had.

Now, take off that shirt
or I'll do it for you.

Get... ah.

Lamberth?

Man.

- Gus, take off his shirt.
- What?

I'm not taking off an
unconscious guy's shirt, Shawn.

- He's a killer.
- I don't care.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Gah.

Clearly, this is
embarrassing for both of us.

For both of us?

Chris, you're on in two minutes.

What are we gonna do, Shawn?

[Exaggerated English accent] Hey!

Hey!

That be enough of that there, Reaper!

That's right.

Back to Wolverhampton with you, Reaper!

It's the first thing I ever wrote.

Yes, and you idiots are doing his play.

No, we're doing a Jack the Ripper story.

Ben, the director, wrote this new version.

It's a completely different show.

I've heard tell they've seen him.

- Seen who?
- The Ripper.

Leather apron.

Lurking about in the shadows.

- [Cell phone rings]
- Shawn, I'm almost done.

Where are you?

First of all, the correct
question is when am I?

And the answer is 1888, London.

I believe the east end.

You are at the show?

Yes, and I know what was in that envelope.

A script. Z's original script.

He mailed it to himself
and kept it at the theater.

It's like a poor man's copyright.

So they re-launched the show
based on his original script

that they screwed up in the first place.

Well, I have everything they bagged

from the house right here.

- Find me a script.
- Ugh.

They are 25 scripts.

Look for the oldest one,

and you better hurry
because I forgot to mention

Z's coming here tonight
to exact his revenge.

What? Uh, ah, let's see.

I got a 22nd draft.

- Mm, earlier.
- Earlier.

Okay, uh, a 16th draft, 2002.

- Earlier, Jules.
- Uh, oh, wait.

Here's something dated 1999.

This one was found under a bookcase.

Oh, my, that's it.

And I know what happened.

Z hasn't killed anybody...

Yet.

[Coughs] Gee.

Jules, keep up 'cause
the key keeps changing.

Shawn, why are you singing?

[Coughs]

In the hospital, you figure things out,

and I know now why my head hurt.

They stop listening once you're labeled.

He gave it to Elisa
because she was the only one

he could trust.

You didn't brag to him that you
were going to solve it, right?

No.

We're gonna bring this madman to justice.

Uh-oh.

Shawn, what's wrong?

Hey!

Yeah. [Laughs]

I'm just up here

jawing into me futuristic talking device.

Ain't I?

[Laughs]

All right then.

Jules, do you have that script?

I need you to find my line in scene six

and then please get the hell down here.

- Dude, what are you doing?
- Ben is our killer.

I'm gonna go get him, but
we still need Z to show,

so keep the production going.

This is your moment.

[Laughs] Wagwan, London Town?

Who wants some inspecting?

Irie. [Laughs]

This is worse than the first version.

- A wagwan here?
- Go.

Charlos, where's Ben?

- Z grabbed him.
- What?

That's all I know. I'm
trying to call a show.

[Laughs]

London Town.

Uh... uh...

Psst.

- Psst!
- [Gus tap dancing]

What in the hell is happening?

Are you even surprised anymore?

- You can't be here.
- SBPD!

Oh, of course. They went that way.

[Panting] Z, no!

You don't have to do this, man.

You haven't done anything wrong.

Not yet.

I'm sorry, Zach.

That critic Scheck was gonna bury us.

There was a scuffle, and he was dead,

and you were just... you were there.

We didn't mean to kill him.

You stole my life and
then you stole my play.

Armitage wanted to run Ripper!

I found your first draft.

I didn't realize how brilliant it was then.

We just... we couldn't
have your name on it.

Dude, I don't think any of
this stuff is helping your case.

What about Elisa?

Did she deserve to die?

It just got so out of control.

Don't kill him, Z!

[dramatic music]

[Orchestral flourish]

[Cheers and applause]

Dude, dude, okay, okay,
I started off shaky,

but I got my bearings.

There's no way they can't hire me.

Buddy, I wish I could have seen you.

As for the play, it's probably a no-go.

- Really?
- Yeah.

There's a few small issues.

What happened?

And with that, the hero
made the world great again.

The end.

So what do you think?

You can be honest.

Is it the greatest idea for a musical

that you've ever heard or what?

Well, it's very creative.

And, well, life rights will be involved,

and since it's my life,

I will think about it.

We're going to Broadway.

P.S., I'm attached.

I said I'd think about it.

[Laughs] Right, right.

I'm actually gonna be
tied up for a little bit.

Very busy.

- Sure, yeah.
- [Laughs]

I did mention that I was attached to it.

You totally did. I heard you.

But you have to lose all
that stuff you made up.

I mean, the hanging scene?

That's totally impossible.

[Laughs]

And no one would use real
kerosene lamps in a theater.

Man, he doesn't know. He's crazy.

- He wasn't even there.
- He was there, Shawn.

Shh. It'll be fine.

Right. The hanging scene stays.

No kidding. I lived it.

What is that?

It's Yang.

You brought her ashes?

Gus, of course, it's her last request.

The question is:

Where do you think that
Chief Doctor parks his car?

[Upbeat calypso music]

[Laughs]

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