Everyone stay together, please!
Our next stop is the primate habitat.
Hear that, Trish? Monkeys.
We're going to visit your family.
Knock it off, Shawn.
Now, some people believe
that the next animal we're going to see
is the ugliest creature
in the whole animal kingdom.
Does anybody want to guess
which animal that is?
It's definitely got to be Trish.
I hate you, Shawn Spencer.
Shawn!
Ms. Bodansky?
I think the ostrich might be choking.
Oh, I wouldn't worry.
I'm sure it's just... eating.
Yeah, that's...
that's how they swallow their food.
Um, I'm pretty sure that's not food.
A tennis ball, Shawn? What are you thinking?
What are you doing
throwing a tennis ball at an ostrich?
The thing could've died.
The zoo would've made me pay for it...
and I don't even know what an ostrich costs.
I didn't do it.
I didn't throw the ball.
Stop lying, Shawn.
You're only making things worse.
Maybe he's telling the truth.
Are you, Shawn? Are you telling the truth?
Yes, Sir.
Did you see who did throw it?
No, Sir,
but I think it might have been an accident.
I think they meant to hit me.
I believe him.
He's telling the truth.
With all due respect, Captain,
you call the shots at work, not here.
You deal with your kid and I'll deal with mine.
You. Scoot over.
I believe you, Shawn.
Gus. What?
Gus, Gus, Gus, Gus, Gus, come here.
What? Look at this.
Isn't that...
Trish Connors.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and her Dad.
She looks...
hot.
I was going to say "vulnerable. "
Maybe a little upset, but...
I mean, she was cute in high school,
but she sure has grown.
I wonder what Trish and Captain Connors
are talking about.
Why don't I just read her lips.
Because you can't?
Sure I can. Shh.
I'm sorry, father.
I can't fight it any longer.
I... love... Shawn.
I'm in love with Shawn.
Stop pretending to be insane, daughter.
"daughter"? He calls her "daughter"?
You know you belong with Gus.
He's smarter and funnier.
Plus he has abs like Bruce Lee.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Okay. Okay.
If we're going to do the lip-reading game,
we have to say things
that are at least remotely believable.
I am.
"abs like Bruce Lee"?
Dude, they're coming in.
Act natural.
Hello?
Is anybody here?
Oh, hey. Shawn.
Um, you probably don't remember me...
don't speak! Oh.
I'm seeing a face.
A face from the past.
We know each other.
Yes, we do.
I said no speaking.
Oh, sorry.
We were...
classmates.
Yes... Sorry.
Did we ever kiss?
I'm sorry.
That image may very well be coming
from the not-too-distant future.
I'm getting a name.
Connor.
Trish?
Trish Connors? Wow.
Look at you.
My God, you look amazing.
What are you doing down here?
Wait.
Why am I sensing your father?
Dad.
Yes.
Captain Connors.
It is so good to see you again, Sir.
Please, come in.
Guys, sit down in our cushy chairs.
Daddy, you remember Shawn and Gus?
We went to high school together.
I know who they are.
That's Henry's boy.
You don't have to speak to me
as though I'm a child.
Well...
the reason that we came to see you
is that there's a, uh...
um...
Dad, do you want me to hold something, or...
no, no, no, not now, please.
Oh, damn it.
Nobody breathe.
I'm seeing something.
Gus, there was violence.
Murder.
- Yes. - There was a murder.
Yes, exactly. A murder.
A one-eight-seven, and I solved it.
You bet your ass.
So, what do you need us for?
Because, damn it, I can't remember who's been killed.
Or who the killer was.
Did you go to the police?
Oh, they're useless. All of them.
Without evidence, they won't even speak to you.
30 years I spent on that force,
but they still refuse to believe me
when I tell them
that there was a murder and that I solved it.
But I'm having trouble remembering.
Actually, remembering anything.
That's why I'm here. To see if you could...
maybe you could look into my head
and see what I can't find there.
You believe me, don't you?
Yes, Sir.
I believe you.
So, "your" Trish says
that this is where her father comes
every morning for his coffee.
He was here
when he thought he solved the murder.
So?
So maybe we'll see something
that led an ex-cop to believe
a murder had been committed.
Plus...
double chocolate mango pineapple scones.
Apparently made fresh daily.
What I'm saying, Gus...
the morning is essentially a win-win...
oh, no.
What?
Little "i"s. Gus, little "i"s. Little "i"s.
We got to go. What?
Little "i"s! What about Connors?
What about the double chocolate mango pineapple?
Forget the scones.
There's only one person I know who...
don't rush off on my account.
Dad.
Shawn, you remember my old Captain,
Brett Connors.
Of course.
Captain Connors. How are you, Sir?
Look at you fellas all grown up.
How long's it been, huh?
About a day.
Less, actually.
Excuse me?
Yes. Can I help you?
I don't know.
My name is Sabrina...
Vito.
Sabrina Vito, and, um...
I think that my boyfriend might be missing.
He hasn't called,
and he won't answer the phone,
and I'm a little afraid
that something might have happened.
So I've been putting these up all over town.
It's okay.
Why don't you come over here and sit down.
Okay.
Oh, that's right, that's right.
This chick was sunbathing naked
in the plaza.
No...
you should've seen your old man
chasing her with the cuffs.
This gal was so covered
with suntan oil,
every time he grabbed her,
she squirted right out of his hands.
And that reminds me of that five-oh-two
that we picked up
that new year's eve over on olive avenue.
How do you remember all this stuff?
Ah, it's easy.
Like it was yesterday.
Speaking of yesterday, Captain,
is this the table that you always sit at?
Because I'm getting something here.
The murder?
Yeah. Yeah.
You were sitting here
when you saw the victim.
Shawn, what are you talking about?
Shut up, Henry.
I solved a new murder,
and your boy here is the only one who believes me.
Now, let the kid work.
I'm seeing a man...
5'9"...
5'10", tops.
Shaved head...
yes. Yes.
Yes. Yes.
Uh, his name. Um, Mifu...
Mifune? No.
M... May...
Mick... Mike!
His name is Mike.
He was arguing.
Over in the park
with that bastard, Mort Crocker.
A mountain lion.
He pinned it on a mountain lion.
Now, if I can just prove it...
all right, look,
why don't I play psychic here
for a moment?
It wasn't a young man.
It was a young woman.
She's pretty.
Brunette hair.
Nice figure.
She liked to play scrabble
with her friends.
Her name was Zoe.
Yeah.
You're right.
That's who was murdered.
They said it was a mountain lion,
but they were wrong!
Dad, you're amazing.
Maybe my psychic gift is hereditary.
Shawn...
Zoe Sharp is a young woman
who was found dead 20 years ago,
mauled by a mountain lion.
Connors and I worked the case.
So she was murdered?
She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
A tragedy, yes.
A murder,
no.
Not then, and not now.
Okay, okay.
Let's forget Zoe Sharp, may she rest in peace,
but Connors still saw the guy on the "missing" poster
arguing with Mort Crocker
in the park.
What?
Shawn...
we have no idea what Connors saw or what he didn't see.
The man is ill.
Early onset alzheimer's.
His mind, the past, the present, it's all screwy.
It's all the same to him.
So he sees Crocker
standing there in the park,
it triggers an old memory of Zoe,
next thing you know, he's living in the past.
Dad, this guy's your friend.
He came to me for help.
Shawn, leave him be.
He doesn't need your help
to make him look like an old fool.
He deserves better than that.
Shawn!
Run! Run!
Shawn. What?
You're going to want to see this.
See what? Look.
Uh, coincidence?
I don't think so.
So when my father said he solved a murder,
you think this is the guy that was killed?
Well...
it seems like a simple question,
doesn't it, Trish?
I'm afraid the answer is a bit more complicated.
You see, as a psychic,
it is important that I elicit
the proper...
I'm sorry.
Raise your hand if you want to hear
how my amazing gift works.
Gus, you're so much better at this.
Why don't you, uh...
why don't you tell Trish
how it works.
I've got some... some stuff I need to do.
Sure.
The answer to your question
is yes, we do believe that is the victim.
So, what's... what's the next step?
Well, being that the authorities believe
he was killed by a mountain lion,
Shawn is going to attempt to elicit a...
a psychic link with the suspect,
in order to establish its guilt or innocence.
And by suspect, you mean...
the mountain lion, yes.
Amazing. Not really.
It's fairly common for a psychic
to be able to read
different species of the animal kingdom.
No. No, not that.
What?
The way that he's sitting there, so...
quiet.
I mean, in...
in high school,
he was always so loud,
and needed attention
constantly,
and needed to be noticed,
and he just would not shut up.
He was so annoying. He drove me nuts..
but now...
I mean, look at him.
He's so calm.
So unobtrusive.
And the way he let you
just step in and take over like that...
I think he's really matured.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
He has.
Dad...
no. No.
He was mauled by a mountain lion.
You don't find that the least bit coincidental?
Of course it's coincidental, Shawn,
but it doesn't make it murder.
No, it makes it an episode
of when animals attack: Santa Barbara.
Yes, well, mountain lions
do attack in Santa Barbara.
In fact, you watch the news, right?
That's your source of psychic information.
It happens.
Connors came to me.
He says, "I solved a murder. "
Shawn...
Connors was a good cop,
and the thing that made him a good cop
is he never accepted the easy answer,
but that doesn't mean that he was always right.
Obviously, somewhere in his mind,
he's confused something that happened 20 years ago
with something that's happened today.
Okay, fine.
Talk to me more about 20 years ago.
How does Zoe Sharp connect to Mort Crocker?
Mort Crocker founded
the Mort's family restaurant chain.
He was the C.E.O.
At the time, Zoe Sharp was his assistant,
and...
there was a rumor...
a rumor...
that they were having an affair.
Nice. That's good stuff.
And Connors knew about it?
Of course he knew about it...
every good cop makes it his job
to know about things like that...
but there was never any proof, Shawn.
No proof, and even if there was...
somewhere, in some corner of his mind,
there is a memory,
a lingering memory searching for closure.
But then...
he sees Mike here arguing with Mort Crocker.
Connors is not the most reliable witness, Shawn.
Dad, he's onto something.
One mountain lion, two mountain lions?
Mountain lions.
You're right.
You should talk to a mountain lion
whoa.
Simba, I am your father.
I don't think Mufasa said that.
Mufasa...
Vader... I'm not Rappaport...
it's all James Earl Jones.
I'm not Rappaport was Ossie Davis.
It still works.
We're not even supposed to be in here.
Relax, I love cats,
and it's been proven that cats love me.
Well, this cat
likes to eat people.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
You're not going to eat anybody...
what's going on here?
Who authorized you to be in here?
Uh...
please, excuse us.
I am Dr. Hans jorgenson,
and this is my very distinguished colleague,
Dr. Mc...
...tock.
I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow.
We have arrived early.
Well, I am... I'm happy you're here.
I'm Joan Walker, the zoo director.
Let's see...
oh, look.
Dr. Jorgenson...
and Dr. Mc...
uh, Dr. Mc...
...tock.
Oh, Dr. Mc...
...tock.
Hmm.
Oh. What?
Oh, it is nothing.
You see, the Xhosa language
is very difficult to master, yes?
It seems you have...
inadvertently utter Ed a vile xhosa obscenity.
I am terribly sorry.
Don't worry.
My colleague only speaks the english
at a very pre-school level,
and he is very forgiving of others.
For instance, yesterday,
I poured the hot cocoa all over his genitals,
and I say, "I'm sorry," and it's fine.
Now, is that
the man-eating lion
that we have read so much about?
No, no.
He's not a man-eater. No, no.
If he attacked,
it's only because he was malnourished.
So, tell us, why is the cat so malnourished?
I really don't know.
We had record rainfall this year.
There's an abundance of foliage for his prey to feed on.
He should be fat, but...
he's underweight.
Perhaps it is because everyone in california
is on the diet.
Uh, all of the surfing boys
and the model girls...
I mean, someone, anyone,
please give them a sandwich.
A meatball? Uh-huh?
What is that? I have no idea.
Cat doesn't look like it's eaten in weeks.
Doesn't make sense.
Yes, this is Joan.
Well, where's Dr. Zamfir?
No, no. Stay right there.
I might have someone who can help us.
It seems we have a bit of a situation.
One of our warthogs is ready to give birth,
but our vet is away on an emergency.
Could you please ask Dr. Mc...
the Doctor...
if, as a distinguished veterinarian,
he would please help us
bring a new warthog into the world?
Please excuse while we confer.
Uh...
pumbaa...
meerkat...
uh, he would be honored.
Yes?
So just lead us the way.
Thank you. Thank you.
What are you doing?
We don't know anything
about delivering warthog babies.
A baby's a baby.
You just pull it out at the right time.
The real question is,
are you allergic to placenta?
Oh, God!
Oh, my eyes!
My eyes!
Again, Mr. Crocker, thank you for coming in.
I know how hectic your schedule is.
Don't mention it, detective Lassiter.
I'm never too busy
to help Santa Barbara's finest.
Why don't you tell me what this is about.
Did you see this in the paper?
Yes, I did.
Sad.
We have information
that you were seen with the victim
the day before his body was found.
No. It wasn't me.
Why don't we just cut to the chase?
It was that detective, Connors, wasn't it?
20 years, and he still can't let it go.
I really can't say.
Mike's body was found on this trail.
It's closed.
Now what?
Just hold on. Let me think a minute.
Okay. I have a plan.
What?
Dude! We totally made it!
We're in!
Shawn, in case you're confused,
"closed" means "go away. "
"stay out. "
Yes, in the negative language dictionary,
which is clearly the only edition you own,
but in the positive language edition,
"closed" means "come in," "step over the chain,"
"there's so many less people
to trample all over what you're looking for. "
You really think you can track the animal?
Perhaps you've forgotten
about my extensive experience
with the native americans.
A proud and solvent people.
Working at the flaming tomahawk?
So you do remember.
Shawn, you were a greeter in the casino.
For a week.
And the only non-native american
to be awarded an eagle feather.
Always remember that, Gus.
Oh, please.
Black lab.
Akita.
Lizard.
Okay, now you're just making stuff up.
Flamingo.
What if we do find these mountain lion tracks?
What then?
Well, we clearly follow them
to the kill zone
and look for clues.
What kill zone?
What?
Felis concolor.
It's latin. The mountain lion.
Let's follow them and see where they lead.
This is it.
What?
The kill zone.
The kill happened here.
Except... except what?
Except the drag marks
are coming from that direction.
The lion tracks we followed
are over there.
So if this lion dragged and killed its prey,
the tracks and the marks should match up.
They should come from the same direction.
Gus, you know what this means?
The murder didn't happen here.
Exactly. This cat was framed.
I guess you guys can't read.
What are we doing here?
I'm burning up in this thing.
No, you're not. Yes, I am.
You've been wandering, lost in the woods,
for two nights.
And you're suffering from extreme hypothermia.
Now, shiver.
How're you feeling?
Better?
Oh...
Ranger Desoto, this soup is amazing.
Gus called it a chowder, and I'm tempted to agree.
Do you think you might have
any crackers to go with it?
Perhaps those little oyster kind?
I'll check.
You're too kind.
Crackers? Really?
For someone who supposedly
drinks his own urine,
your palate is suddenly very sophisticated.
Let's get out of here.
We can't.
We've got work to do.
I think there's more to this gun-toting Ranger
than meets the eye.
Like what?
Well, for starters...
he just happens to know the infamous Mort Crocker
and his wife, Edna.
Coincidence?
Shawn, it's a fundraiser.
The crockers probably posed
with everybody in there.
And what about the giant cage outside?
What about it?
I suspect that at one point
our man-eating mountain lion was kept in that cage
and sustained a small cut.
Yeah, when they trapped him and took him to the zoo.
Sorry.
All I have is saltines.
That okay?
Believe me, when you're starving,
you'll eat anything,
including the poop of indigenous beasts.
Speaking of which,
when we were lost out there,
Gus here was little-girl scared
that we might be eaten
by some kind of wild animal.
Does that sort of thing ever really happen?
Well, it's not unheard of.
Fact is, we had a guy killed by a mountain lion
just a couple of days ago.
Does that kind of thing happen often?
Oh...
a few times in the past 50 years.
I thought mountain lions were afraid of humans.
Generally, but if they get hungry enough...
we've had a really dry year.
That means reduced vegetation,
and reduced vegetation means...
fewer deer and the like
for the lions to feed on.
I mean, can't really blame the cat.
It gets hungry and it wants to eat.
You mind if I ask you a question
that's completely unrelated?
Sure.
Is that real mahogany?
What do we know?
And no reason for a mountain lion
to be malnourished.
Why was Ranger Desoto lying?
Why lie?
He's hiding something.
Henry Spencer back from lunch yet?
Henry Spencer?
I'm sorry, who are you?
Never mind.
Just tell him to come and find me.
We need to go over that Zoe Sharp file again.
Whoa, excuse me, Sir.
You can't go back there.
What the hell is all this?
Captain Connors?
Yeah.
May I help you?
This is my desk.
Look, son, I don't know who the hell you are,
but you're confused.
This is my desk.
It's been my desk for years.
Now, you can either
help me find the Zoe Sharp file
or take a hike.
You know what?
Um, maybe there's someone we should call.
Hey, look, I don't have time for all this crap.
I got work to do.
Sir, please.
Don't make this difficult.
Hey.
You want to dance, pal, you just name that tune.
Come on.
I don't know, Shawn.
Accusing Crocker of murder is a pretty big deal.
It doesn't bother you we're missing little things,
like motive,
where the murder took place,
or any kind of real evidence or proof?
News flash, Gus...
the cops think I'm a psychic.
I just have to get a feeling
at the right time.
Shawn! Gus!
My father. He's disappeared.
Hey!
All right.
Now you are starting to piss me off, old man.
Come here.
It is time for you to go.
Henry!
Henry, tell them who I am!
Um...
I think he's talking to you.
Oh, God, please tell me
I don't look like my father.
You could be his twin.
Look at the back of my head.
Is my hair starting to thin?
Shawn... Henry!
Uh, uh...
I think we all know who this is.
This is Captain Brett Connors,
one of the finest cops in the SBPD.
Someone I'd be happy to share a squad car with.
What the hell is going on, Spencer?
He also happens to be my friend.
Now, let him go.
He's your responsibility.
Get him out of here.
Let's go, Captain.
I should report them all to internal affairs.
They should be brought up on charges.
I couldn't agree more.
You head home. I'll draw up the paperwork.
That's the girlfriend.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
Was his name Mike?
Yeah, it was.
How did you know?
Shawn Spencer, police psychic.
I know this must be
a very tough time for you...
Sabrina.
I am so sorry for your loss.
You know, he'd come all this way,
and lived so much,
and his whole life can be condensed
into a few items in this box.
Mike wasn't from here, was he?
No, no. He was... he was visiting.
Yeah, that's right.
We're both from Pennsylvania.
Mike came out here to search for his birth parents.
I'm sensing a longing.
He was so sad
the first time he called me.
He'd just found out
that his birth mother had been dead
for almost 20 years.
And that would explain
the sadness that I'm feeling.
But then, a few days later,
he called to say that he thought he had located his birth father.
I'd never heard him more excited.
Did Mike bring another pair of shoes with him
on this trip?
No, no.
Just what he had on him.
It was pretty sudden, this trip out here.
I see.
Sabrina...
I'm feeling that Mike
does not want you to be sad.
Can you tell me...
did Mike get to meet his birth father?
He said he was a really wealthy man
and difficult to get to.
Yes.
Yes, he did.
A biotin deficiency can be hereditary.
Well, it's not exactly a paternity test,
but let's see if Crocker has the same prescription.
If so, we know this is a fortress.
We need a plan.
I don't think we can exactly just ring the buzzer
and ask to peek into Mr. Crocker's medicine cabinet.
Why not?
That sounds perfectly reasonable to me.
Why can't we be
from the state board of medicine cabinet inspectors?
I don't know, Shawn.
I know I'm right on this one.
Let's think this through.
Gus, come on, let's go in without a plan,
flying by the seat of our pants.
It'd be so much more fun. Trust me.
See, look, man.
There's some kind...
planning a party. It's a piece of cake.
Never going to notice us...
excuse me.
Where are your badges?
Oh, I don't need a badge.
I'm the event planner.
The event planner is a woman.
Yeah, I'm her assistant.
Also a woman.
To the assistant.
I'm calling security.
No, no, no. You don't need to do that.
Don't tell me what I need to do.
The rules are very strict here.
Really?
You're going to let your bosses
run you around like that?
You're going to let the man hold you down?
These freak bastards
with their rules and regulations?
You're a human person.
You need to rise up
and tell them to go to hell.
We can all do it together.
Let us empower you.
I'm Edna Crocker,
and you are one minute away
from a squad car ride.
Probably ought to let this one go.
Yeah.
Hi.
I'm here to pick up a prescription
for a Mr. Crocker.
Mort Crocker.
One moment, please.
Thank you.
See?
You should listen to me every once in a while.
That's not fair.
I don't have access
to medical files and doctors' names.
Shawn, I called two pharmacies
while you were being interrogated.
I don't have anything for Mr. Crocker.
Are you sure about that?
Yes.
Um...
can I just get back there for a second?
I'm sorry, we don't have anything,
and someone has already picked up
all of his most...
recent prescriptions.
Was it that bastard, Jimmy derucci?
Shawn, please.
Tell you what... before I, uh...
before I go a little nuts,
why don't you, uh...
just give me the name of the prescriptions
and we can get out of here.
Okay... okay, see...
it's a long-standing prescription.
It needs to be renewed.
No one's going to go nuts here.
Okay, no, I...
I do have something,
but they did...
they picked that up over two months ago.
Really?
What was that? The penicillin?
No, it was his regular dosage of something called...
biotin?
Yes.
Is that what you're looking for?
Yes,thank you.
All right, Spencer.
You said you found an eyewitness
for Mike McMillan's murder.
Where is he?
Okay, Mike.
Go ahead.
Tell the detectives exactly what you told me.
You're kidding me, right?
And we're out of here.
Mike says he was in town
searching for his natural birth parents.
If you don't believe him,
you can ask his girlfriend.
That's true. She told me.
Did she also tell you
that he found his birth father?
Well, what about his birth mother?
Did Mike say if he found her?
No, no. He didn't say anything.
See, he can't.
He's a picture on a piece of paper.
And dead.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Mike said his mother was killed
20 years ago,
right after he was born.
Her name was Zoe Sharp.
I knew it.
That son of a bitch.
He killed her and now he got rid of the baby.
He protects his business, his reputation,
and he doesn't have to share his wealth.
Sounds like a motive for murder to me.
Really.
Yep.
Then how do you explain the mountain lions, huh?
If you're so smart, how do you explain that?
Uh...
Lassie, why are you asking him?
He was just a baby
when his mother was killed.
In fact, he wasn't even there.
Summer of '86
was hot and dry.
There were a lot of fires.
The lions were all going hungry.
I remember some of them came right into town
looking for food.
Crocker killed Zoe
and dumped her body in the hills.
He didn't know about the lions.
That just happened.
They ate the evidence and covered his tracks.
He just got lucky.
What about this time? With Mike?
What, he just got lucky again?
No, not this time.
This time he had help.
Ranger Desoup... Desoto.
Desoto provided the lion.
Desoto? I know that name.
I just can't remember why.
Sir, it's okay.
Well, I got to hand it to you.
This is a terrific story.
There's just one problem.
I'm sure it's nothing
that Mike can't help us work through.
What is it? Crocker has an air-tight alibi.
He was in Chicago when Mike was killed.
Oh, he's lying.
I checked it out myself, Sir.
He spoke at a symposium
in front of 200 other people.
No, no. Not again.
Not this time.
Dad...
Sir...
Daddy?
He wouldn't do anything stupid, would he?
Define "stupid. "
Go after Crocker himself.
Trish, come on.
Jane.
So nice to see you.
How do you do? So nice to...
Mort Crocker, you're under arrest
for the murder of Zoe Sharp and Mike McMillan.
Mr. Connors.
I'm so glad you could make it.
Why don't you help yourself
to a drink.
No, no, no, no.
You might fool all of these people,
but not me.
Is everything all right, darling?
Everything's fine, Edna.
Please, go back to our guests.
Captain Connors, Sir,
why don't you let us take you home.
Pardon us for the disturbance.
Oh, crap.
Aah!
Connors!
Oh, come on. Stop acting like a child.
Dad?
Bless you.
Thank you.
Shh.
He was here.
Well, of course he's here.
We saw him come in, sherlock.
No, no, not Connors.
Mike.
Mike McMillan was here.
What?
But... you sound all muffled.
What, are you eating something?
How can...
right. Right, right, right.
My bad. My bad.
He was muffled.
My fault.
There.
That's so much better.
Please get out of here. Now.
I don't allow anyone inside my greenhouse.
Well, that's not exactly true, now, is it?
You let Mike McMillan in,didn't you?
I mean, this is where you killed him.
You see, when Mike's spirit
started talking about Crocker,
I thought he meant Mr. Crocker,
but he wasn't.
He was talking about Mrs. Crocker.
Well, for your sake,
you had better be right this time.
He came to see you,
but you weren't here.
What?
Mike, you know I don't speak italian.
Shoes.
He wants you to check the shoes
that he was wearing that day.
The soles.
You'll find potting soil in the tread
that matches that stuff.
Edna, what's he talking about?
Edna...
Captain.
That's why I know the name.
Before you were married, your name was Edna Desoto,
and you
and your brother, John, the park Ranger,
were in this together.
He used the lion
to cover your tracks.
You're not really going to believe this old fool?
Watch who you're calling...
what?I'm sorry. That was my fault.
I just wasn't paying attention to you.
Are you serious? It's in a bird feeder?
No, I'll say it.
There's a surveillance camera out front.
Apparently, it's in a bird feeder,
and if the tape hasn't been erased,
you'll be able to see him arriving...
on the day he was killed.
Please, Edna, tell me you didn't.
What was I supposed to do?
Someone had to protect
everything we've worked so hard for.
You would have given him half of everything,
just like you would've his mother.
He was my son.
Detective,
arrest this woman,
and while you're at it,
issue a warrant for the arrest of John Desoto,
for the murder of Zoe Sharp
and Mike McMillan.
Officers, you heard the Captain.
Get 'em out of here.
Dad...
I'm so proud of you.
Thank you.
Show-off.
Good for you.
Yeah, thanks.
It's a real honor, you know.
I thought these days were long gone.
Does that mean you're coming out of retirement?
What, are you kidding?
I'm lucky if I come out of the fog.
Well, you got to keep your brain stimulated.
Try the crosswords.
Nah, I like that, um... sudoku.
Yeah. We could always go after cold cases.
Nah.
Best to leave it to the young guys, huh?
Thanks for giving him this day.
I hope he remembers it tomorrow.
He can let go and move on.
Shawn.
Yeah.
What? I'm sorry. I...
got a little lump in my throat.
Speaking of lumps...
yes?
The ostrich, the tennis ball?
What?
You know what? It's not a big deal, obviously,
but it always bugged me a little.
Why didn't you say anything, Trish?
Like what? Oh, I don't know.
"I threw the tennis ball
"into the highly restricted ostrich area,
and I let you take the fall for it. "
You're serious.
It's not too late to make it right.
Right is right.
You really still...
have not grown up, have you?
Wow. Goodbye, Shawn.
Gus.
What?
Hey.
No, no. Here.
Are you happy?
Yeah, actually. I am.
Good.
Good?
You really want me to believe
that you put your foot in your mouth deliberately?
Please.
Go get the girl.
It's your move.
No.
- Gus, will you go... - Shawn, I told you.
I do not need you to lay back for me to get a girl.
- Get over there. - No.
Show her the abs.
Not until you challenge me straight-up.
Fine.
I will be kissing Trish...
- in 10 minutes. - Not if I get there first.
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