Sir.
Henry, you screwed up.
With all due respect, chief, I got the guy.
- He had a partner. - And I'll get him too.
You're a detective now. Stakes are higher.
I'm not here to ride you.
You made a mistake. Own up.
Don't do it next time.
I'll work overtime, sir. I'll fix this.
No, you won't.
I gave the case to Peters and Boone.
I get that, they're the best we've got,
but, sir, believe me, I can take...
You can leave now.
Yes, sir.
I've done business with some shady people in my day,
but you two, you might just be
the worst of the worst.
Okay.
You come and get me.
I'll squeeze the coward out of the both of you.
What is today, casual Friday?
No, Shawn, it's my day off.
The chief wanted all living bodies on hand.
You know who the victim is, don't you?
Santa Barbara's oldest lobsterman?
No, Shawn. Herb Wilkins.
He's the best chief this department's ever had,
and my boss for over 20 years.
Well, here's the good news, looks like he lived
eight or nine decades before he met his maker.
I'm gonna ask you to be respectful here.
I will politely decline.
Come on, dad, I'm kidding.
All right, I get it.
Who are the old guys?
Boone and Peters, veterans of the SBPD.
Worked under Herb for many, many years.
Volunteers these days.
These guys are legends.
So are leprechauns, but you don't see them
rolling out crime tape.
You guys wish you had 1/10 of the knowledge
these guys currently have.
Hey, buddy. Henry.
Good to see you. Thank you, thank you.
Oh, come on.
Dad, these guys are retired.
The only thing they do now
is keep minors from doing whip-its
at the 7-eleven.
These guys knew Herb
better than anyone on the planet.
Quit being a wise-ass,
you two might learn something here.
The only thing I'm gonna learn from those two
is what time the hometown buffet closes.
It closes at 8:00.
What?
It closes at 8:00, Shawn.
As many of you now know,
the deceased is Herb Wilkins.
He was SBPD's police chief for 20 years,
and we don't know what this is yet,
but Herb's legacy is to be protected.
Looks like the poor guy offed himself.
He definitely did not off himself.
I'm having a clear vision
on a cloudy day.
Herb Wilkins did not...
Kill himself.
Thank you, Mr. Peters, is it?
If it's all right with you, I'd like to continue.
My name is Shawn Spencer.
I am the psychic detective for the...
Psychic?
Son, we don't mess with the devil.
You better ride that goat with someone else.
The devil.
Really?
All right, well, how else would I know that he...
was wrapped up in duct tape.
Which explains why
he's missing hair on his wrist.
Sir, I am doing my best
to respect your legacy and your wisdom,
the many world and civil wars that you've both seen
and perhaps fought in.
And Herb was not killed on this boat.
Chief, I can tell you definitively
Herb did not die on this boat.
Nope, not on this boat.
Nowhere near this boat.
He was killed in another location T.B.S.
It's "T.B.D.," Shawn.
- What's "T.B.S."? - That's the superstation.
Is it really though?
- This is embarrassing. - It's fine.
He hasn't said anything I didn't already know.
My theory will be proven correct
after a quick inspection of Herb's gun.
One problem there, Ricky Nelson.
This is not Herb's gun.
And you know that how?
Because Herb went to bed every night
with his favorite six-shooter.
And he named it "Darla Saidman."
His gun was Jewish?
And Herb wouldn't be caught
having an affair with a Beretta.
You know, I never named my gun.
How 'bout "Mr. Thunderstick"?
This Beretta was placed on the deck by the killer.
And the serial number's filed off.
Which makes it untraceable.
See what I'm talking about?
It's a nice suggestion, Mr. Spencer.
Oh, I haven't done anything yet, chief.
No, I was speaking of your father suggesting
that we bring down Peters and Boone.
All right, listen up, folks.
I will find this cop killer.
Wrong again, Rick.
Herb was carried on this boat,
one person under the arms, one person on the feet,
which means we are looking for two cop killers.
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So once upon a time, they were good cops.
I have a gift, Gus, and you have me.
Besides, we're both young, viral.
It's virile, Shawn.
Point is it's a couple of old tortoises
versus two young, swift hares.
The tortoise won the race.
Only because he was tired.
That makes no sense, Shawn.
I think we should relax, take a load off,
have some of my dad's yum treats,
and talk about why Meshach Taylor
came back for mannequin two when everyone else said no.
I want all teams in my office.
No, no. No, dad.
Peters and Boone again?
I've officially brought them on
as consultants for the case.
Now get in here. Meeting's starting.
Come on, come on.
Stay in the background.
I'll try not to embarrass you this time.
I can embarrass myself just fine on my own.
You got that right, Rick.
Mr. Peters, sir, is there something about me
that has rubbed you the wrong way?
Perhaps my strong hairline
or muscular haunches?
You and your sidekick are untrained pests.
Floyd and I have very little patience
with your malarkey, shenanigans, or tomfoolery.
The big three, sure.
Do you mind if I start this meeting?
By all means, chief.
Okay, now, it's all hands on deck.
No talking to the press.
I put a hold on all vacations.
And vacation sequels.
I think the Griswolds have been through quite enough.
And I want to be kept in the loop on every detail on this case.
What's up?
You looking for a handout?
I'm just being cordial.
You're eyeballing my watch.
It's a Casio.
You just proved my point, slick fingers.
Can we focus, please?
Okay, what do we have so far?
Well, we're working on getting access to Herb's house.
We should be able to get in there by late this afternoon.
We sent the prints pulled from the crime scene
to the lab for processing.
And we spoke to Herb's daughter, Caroline.
She's flying in from Austin to make arrangements.
They haven't spoken in years, so I don't think
she's gonna be much help to the case.
What?
Do you realize that all Peters and Boone do now
is play checkers at the park with other retired cops?
These guys are still the best.
- You saw the work they did down at the docks. - It's called luck.
Shawn, a good cop's instincts never go away.
Look, it is your fault that they are stomping
all over my turf with their double-velcro easy steppers.
When a cop retires, he should stay retired.
What are you saying, that I should have never come out of retirement?
I am saying that it is time
for you to take off the '70s goggles
and see that the world, the entire world,
has passed those guys by.
I'm sorry to hear that you feel that way
about my coming back to work.
Thank you very much. Oh, God.
We're heading for Herb's live bait shop,
dig up some clues.
Hey, sweetie, when we get back,
we're gonna need a fresh pot of Joe and a baker's of glazed.
For the love of God, Boone, I am a detective.
Sure you are.
We could leave in an hour and still beat them to the dock
by four days.
You know that's right.
Did you know Herb had a live bait shop?
- No, I did not. - Damn it.
Not gonna sugarcoat this for you.
This is a tough moment for us, Gus.
Yes, it is.
We have friends who saw you having words with Herb.
Well, everyone had words with him.
We bought bait at his shop all the time.
We heard he didn't look very happy.
Herb was never happy.
He was a cranky old man.
I think we should avoid Peters and Boone
until we have something juicy.
Then throw our something juicy in their faces.
Yeah, like rotten peaches.
What? Where are we gonna get peaches?
I don't know, but I really like that idea.
Me too, but I think we should get fresh peaches
and eat them instead.
- Right in front of them. - Oh.
How 'bout a churro?
Hello, ma'am.
My name is Shawn Spencer.
This is my partner, Imhotep,
or "he cometh in peace."
Go ahead, show her your "cometh in peace" face.
We'd like to ask you a couple of questions
about one of your fellow wharf-mates.
Yeah, I heard about Herb.
It's so sad.
Did he have any enemies that you know of?
No, I don't think so.
How 'bout "frenemies"?
"Pretenemies"?
How 'bout "palholes"?
Herb was pretty tough,
but everybody respected him.
So you can't think of anything unusual
that was going on?
There was one thing I found odd.
He was spending a lot of quality time with a young girl.
Is that right?
What can you tell us about that little harlot?
Not much.
Long red hair, about 20 years old.
Can't remember her name.
Samantha maybe.
She works at the Pacific Treasures shop over there.
Right over here?
Oh, thank you. We'll talk to her.
You won't find her there.
She hasn't opened her shop the past few days.
Really?
Okay, Randy, now what we're gonna play
is a little game called "damn good chance you're gettin' shot."
Tuck the shooter, Floyd.
Tuck it? This is how I do it, man.
I know this is how you do it,
but this is not the time to do it how you do it.
I ain't tucking her once she's out.
Tuck it, Floyd.
Should we step in?
Just a little tiff, Gus.
Besides there's no bullets in that gun.
- How sure are you? - One in six chance.
Those are the exact odds, Shawn.
Well, the palm reader
and that guy who looks like a young Lawanda Page
decided to join us.
Lawanda Page from Sanford and Son?
You're damn right.
You let that hair grow out, you'd look just like her.
You do have a little Lawanda in the eyes, Gus.
Shut up, Shawn.
Can I go now?
Yeah, you can go.
Hey, I'm gonna be watching you.
Me too.
Just for the record,
I'm a psychic, not a palm reader.
What you are is 172 pounds,
and we don't give a damn.
He's good.
While you two guys were pussyfooting around,
we rounded up a suspect.
All right, just to clarify,
Gus is the only one who pussyfoots.
And in his defense, he has two bum knees
and an Achilles' heel.
Two Achilles' heels.
Really? It's worse than I imagined.
And we're about to drop a humdinger on you fellas.
Turns out old Herb was playing adult ping-pong
with a 20ish-year-old girl who works right here
on the wharf.
Maybe they were friends.
Why don't you take the bifocals off, Tom Landry.
The man was shot execution-style,
and he was having an affair with a young dame.
A young dame who didn't show up to open up her shop
in a few days.
I would think long and hard before I spoke again, Rick.
And you better think longer and harder
and then not say squat.
That's a high percentage of thinking to not talking.
- Ah-ha, looky here.
Text from Jules.
They got the okay to search Herb's house.
They'll be there in about an hour.
So I guess we'll see you at Herb's house
in about an hour.
- See ya. - Wouldn't want to be ya.
Only 45 minutes until the search, Floyd.
Good thing, Don.
Early bird special just around the corner at Coco's.
Boone? What?
You guys can't do this.
No. This is our move. We get here before the police,
and we break the rules.
Hey, we were breaking the rules before they had rules.
Oh, so you have the copyright on breaking the rules?
And we don't disturb the scene.
We do our search, leave no trace.
Got it?
Yeah, thanks.
Please tell me we don't look like that when we do our thing.
That's exactly how we look.
I think there's a clue in that fish.
I think he knows that fish.
I think he thinks the fish
has information about Herb's murder.
Floyd and I helped Herb catch that walleye, you germs.
Back in '82.
That man could reel 'em in like nobody's business.
He sure could, Floyd.
"Man could reel 'em in like nobody's business."
Oh, look at that.
You and old Herb have the same swimsuit.
- I wear a full-body fastskin suit when I swim, Shawn.
It increases my speed, endurance, and buoyancy.
No comment.
All right, I'm getting something.
A man, or men, a woman, or women,
perhaps pets, possibly feline,
unwelcome in this house,
searching high and possibly low
for something that Herb Wilkins,
a man of many secrets and potentially lies,
was hiding.
Getting sick and tired of you guys
accusing Herb of misbehavior.
I'm feeling like I need my billy club
and something to wipe off prints.
Okay, calm down.
Maybe they're right.
But I guarantee you,
whatever those perps were looking for,
they did not find in this house.
Hey, Herb was the most
careful, thorough man on the planet.
If there was something important,
something that people were after,
there is no way he woulda hid it in his home.
Well, where would he have kept it?
All right, you remember back in the old days
when we had really, really special evidence
and we kept it in a secret locker?
No.
I'll bet you
whatever those perps were looking for
is in Herb's locker.
Can we be heard that clearly
when we turn around and whisper?
I sure hope not.
Why do they shake hands like that?
- I do not know. - It's so ridiculous.
What?
I know where Herb's locker is.
Dude, we didn't see their car right there?
It clearly blends in with the landscaping, Gus.
Shh, just act natural.
You guys gonna conduct the search with us?
- Oh, I don't know. - We're thinking about it.
- Later. - Right behind you.
I am telling you guys, do not follow us.
We don't need to follow you.
I already know where Herb's super shady suspicious locker is
because of this.
Did he just throw a loafer at me?
- It was a magnanni slip-on. - What?
What, I know my loafers, Shawn,
and I won't apologize for it.
Floyd, I think you're gonna need your shoe.
It's not number nine, Floyd.
This is lucky number nine.
Isn't that your lucky number?
No, that's my favorite number.
You have a favorite number and a lucky number?
I don't want to get into this with you right now, Don.
Do we sound like that?
That's exactly what we sound like.
Louie Sharavino.
I told you it wasn't number nine.
Man, you didn't tell me nothing.
Guys, would you like a little help
from the palm reader?
We got it under control, Rick.
Looks like all Boone has is some baby powder
and a bag of pretzels.
Whoa, whoa, I think we can use that.
What kinda pretzels are those?
Snyder's of Hanover.
You get anything out of that?
Yes.
The hungries.
You can't have these.
Gentlemen, I believe we are looking for
lucky locker number 22.
Floyd'll break into it.
No, no, it's all right. Gus can do it.
Oh, go ahead. Be proud.
You can crack locks and steal things.
Typical.
For your information,
I used to have an online subscription
to safe cracking magazine.
Hey, hey, hey.
You're disappointing me, son.
All right, look,
I say this with great respect for Herb's legacy,
but let's just recap, shall we?
His house was burgled.
He was shot execution-style.
He's canoodling with some young vixen.
And now we believe he is storing evidence
in his secret locker.
Is it at least possible he was living a double life?
No.
Nice.
Oh, boy.
Simply no easy way to say this,
though I don't anticipate it being difficult to say.
Herb Wilkins is the oldest drug kingpin
in the history of the world.
Actually, Shawn, the oldest drug kingpin is a guy named...
I can't do this with you right now.
Maybe he was still working undercover.
Yeah, the great cops never truly retire.
These drugs are still circumstantial.
Agreed, but this is all starting to paint
a worrisome picture.
I just got confirmation
that Herb withdrew $50,000
from his savings account three days ago in cash.
Presumably to buy this surplus of nose candy.
Evidence points to a drug hit.
This is bad. This is really bad.
All right, guys, look, this is not the man we knew.
You guys just do what you do best.
Let's get to the bottom of this.
We owe it to Herb, huh?
Detectives, we know that you're hurting right now,
so if you need anything,
please don't hesitate to reach out to us.
You really mean that?
I do.
You mind picking up my duds?
They'll be ready at five sharp.
No, but I'll pick your teeth up off the floor
if you ask me that again.
What could he possibly need dry-cleaned?
Those crafty old devils.
They swiped a book of matches from evidence.
Let's tail 'em.
How is it these guys beat us everywhere we go
but always drive as if we're in a school zone?
It's like we're following Richard Farnsworth
in the straight story.
Except lawn mowers don't have turn signals.
What are they doing?
Roll 'em up.
It is in your best interest to stay away from us.
We're on this case too.
You're just trying to taint Herb's good name.
We're trying to catch a killer, same as you.
Same as me?
Don't you ever use the words "same" and "me"
and "you" in the same sentence again.
I didn't put "me" in. It was just "same" and "you."
Look, I know you swiped the matchbook from evidence.
- So? - So we were gonna do that.
Just let us in on the lead.
You guys just don't know when to quit, do you?
No, Gus and I never know when to throw in the towel.
We're ready for the next round.
- Ring the bell. - Ding, ding.
Boone, relax.
We don't care what Herb was up to.
Let's put our differences aside and work together on this.
Okay, I mean, between the four of us,
we've got, what, over 300 years
of crime-fighting under our belts.
What do you say?
We're the apples. You're the oranges.
We've got to be the same fruit.
Oh.
That sounds reasonable. Symmetry.
That's fair.
How 'bout grapples?
I do love a good grapple, Don.
Okay, it's a deal.
We're the grapples.
The Dollhouse?
What's a guy in his 70s doing visiting a nightclub
that we can't even get into?
Exactly.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Nighttime, when the place is actually open.
The Dollhouse, 9:00. See ya.
The good news
is I got plenty of time
to change into my club clothes, Floyd.
You don't have club clothes, Don.
Exactly.
What?
♪ ♪
Well, look at that.
We beat Peters and Boone to the punch,
and it feels good. Yeah, it does.
I guess that means we got some time to kill.
♪ ♪
Oh, my God.
I really hope Boone doesn't take out his gun on her.
Pfft.
We were right.
Yeah, Herb was in here several times
with a hot young thing named Saralyn.
- Her co-dancer said that Saralyn
likes to hustle cash.
I'm getting something.
Long red hair, about 20 years old.
She works at the Pacific Treasures shop over there.
Saralyn was young. Young redhead.
How'd you do that?
I'm also sensing she didn't show up
to any of her shifts this week.
I bet she's the same girl that works
at the Pacific Treasures shop at the wharf.
That's right.
See that's why Herb took 50 grand out of his account.
He was being seduced and swindled by some young hussy.
But what about the bag of cocaine
we found in Herb's locker?
He's probably dealing dope on the side.
That's why he had such a fat bank account.
No, no, no, no. You just hold on.
We agreed to work with you two not more than two hours ago.
Don't make me take my shoe off again.
Whoa, Floyd, you have to relax, man.
You can't be whipping shoes at people...
It's Jules.
I gotta take this.
Give me the good stuff.
We got a match on the prints we took
from Herb's boat.
They're from a guy named Otto Derzius,
a suspected drug dealer we've been keeping tabs on.
All right, well, did you arrest him yet?
No, we're on our way to get him.
He owns a nightclub called the Dollhouse.
You ever heard of it?
No.
Shawn, where are you right now?
Library.
Then what is that thumping noise?
I don't know what that is.
Must be some sort of rush at the book drop.
Shawn, I know that you are at that club.
Do not talk to Otto and do not search his office.
That is an order, and pass it along to Peters and Boone.
Copy.
Guys!
Otto's a big-time drug dealer.
What?
- Otto, big-time drug dealer.
Who's Otto?
He's the guy that runs this club.
Hey, I bet Saralyn and this Otto scumbag are a team.
Yeah, they swindled Herb and then killed him.
Listen, the cops are on their way down here.
We've been given strict orders not to talk to Otto
or search his office.
We don't want to wait around for that.
Well, neither can we.
Dude, that guy looks like a Billy Zane action figure.
- Yeah, he does. - Wonder how much he costs.
- He's a grown-ass man, Shawn. I doubt he's for sale.
Shouldn't we at least ask?
Yeah.
We're gonna do a thing from the old days
called "bark-n-mark."
- What's a bark-n-mark?
For starters, you two stand here barking
like yappy dogs. That's ridiculous.
Here's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna start a grease fire in the men's bathroom.
Are you out of your mind?
How 'bout we just go outside
and find an open window?
Check this out.
The serial number on this gun has been filed off.
Just like the gun on the boat.
Well, what do we have here?
That's the same type of bag we saw in Herb's locker.
Hmm.
We better find out where Otto is.
Dude, dude.
What?
Check this out.
What?
It looks good. It looks really good.
Hey! Hey!
You guys all right? What are you waiting for?
Come on, go get 'em. Go get 'em!
Part of me hopes we don't catch up with Otto.
All of me hopes we don't catch up with Otto.
Ow, I pulled my hammy.
You're just saying that 'cause you don't wanna catch Otto.
Dude, we're barely jogging.
We have no chance in hell of catching Otto.
Ahh! I just pulled my hammy.
You can't use a fake hammy pull
immediately after calling me out for using it.
No, I really pulled my ham...
Talk to me, Gus!
- I'm okay! - All right!
Well, we caught up to Otto.
The four of you are like an incompetence machine.
You were given specific orders,
and you did the exact opposite.
Chief, may I say something on behalf of myself
- and a teeny bit of Gus? - No.
The psychic realm takes orders from no one, chief.
When I feel, I must act,
and sometimes that requires
bending...
over.
You're right. Carry on.
Otto Derzius...
He was our prime suspect.
He's not much good to us now.
And let me get this straight.
You broke into Otto's office and what'd you get?
Hmm?
Mr. Guster, tell me,
what'd you get?
Nothing, chief.
We got a whole lot of nothing.
That's right.
Nothing.
What about you, Mr. Boone, what'd you get?
Menus.
Well done.
What'd I tell you about the menus, Floyd?
Come on, you know there's some new takeout places...
There's a time and a place for snatching menus.
You're saying a man doesn't have to eat? Come on!
No, I'm not saying we don't need to eat.
Excuse me.
You're both fired.
You're off this investigation.
Well, them's the breaks.
Sometimes you gotta make the tough decisions, chief.
Oh, you're fired too, Spencer.
You're all off this case.
What?
No, that's...
Henry.
You stay.
You know, I've been fired from many jobs, Gus.
Many jobs. Well, I haven't.
Most of them set surprisingly well with me,
but not this one.
I repeat, this one is not sitting well.
We could still solve this case.
Oh, no, we can't.
By "we" I mean "us" and by "us" I mean "them,"
because "us" plus "them" equals "we."
Shawn, you need to just shut it down.
No, we need to start it up.
We need to reunite with Peters and Boone.
Bring this baby home.
You know what, I think we underestimated those guys.
Did you not see the handful of menus in Boone's hand?
Gus, we've been watching
- these old geezers from the start. - So?
You know damn well he took more than just menus.
Those guys are crafty.
Boone is wily.
Wait a second.
Just like the matchbook. Exactly.
- We need to find them now. - And by "we" you mean "us,"
and by "us" you mean "them."
It makes sense, Gus.
You can't think of it like numbers.
All right, listen up.
We've had our differences in the past,
but we learned two very valuable lessons from you guys.
One, it is never too early to start trimming our eyebrows.
And two, good cop instincts never die.
And one thing I know for sure about you, Boone,
it's that you take one thing and give to the chief,
like menus, and you take something else
that we can actually use to solve this case.
Not bad, fellas.
Take it.
These are all the job applications
for the girls at the Dollhouse.
I knew it.
You still have your good stuff.
That means we have Saralyn's address.
Come on, let's go search her house.
Let's track her down.
Redeem ourselves.
Fellas!
Look, I think you guys were right.
Saralyn teamed up with Otto,
they swindled Herb out of his 50k,
and then they killed him.
And then that vixen killed Otto,
because she wanted to keep all the money for herself.
What about the cocaine we found in Herb's locker?
Don't worry about that for now.
- Come on, let's do this. - We can't.
Floyd and I thought we missed the cop's life.
We thought we still had something left in the tank.
We actually believed that we could help you
solve Herb's murder.
Yeah.
Having a punk smashing me in the knees
with wooden bats and people spraying bullets
all over the damn place,
I'd rather just play my checkers.
Okay, wait a second, wait a second.
You guys are telling me that you wanna quit
because you got hit with a sporting good?
Well, guess what, so do we.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up.
What kinda psycho con-woman killer
puts down her mark as an emergency contact?
My fourth wife, Maudine.
Seriously, nobody else thinks this is weird?
Oh, no, it's definitely weird.
I don't think Saralyn killed anybody.
Guys, we have to find her.
She is the key to this case, and we can't do it alone.
We need two rock-solid cops by our sides.
It's like I told Gus earlier,
you are us, and we are you,
and you are them.
And they are you.
And together, we are all of it, man.
We are all of it, Jack.
Okay, sometimes he doesn't make any sense.
I get what he's saying.
- Really? - Thank you, Boone.
I'm not asking you to do this for me.
God knows I'm not asking you to do it for Gus.
Do it for Herb.
It's time the four grapples got back together
and cleared his good name.
We're back.
- Sweet. - You were never gone.
Well, they were gone for 20 years.
Fellas, cars are this way.
Hello there.
My name is Shawn Spencer. I'm a psychic detective.
This is my partner, Control-Alt-Delete.
The gentlemen on the flank are us in 30 years.
- 60 years. - 20 years.
What do you want?
Want to talk to you about Saralyn.
The cops were just here
I told them everything I know.
You're lying.
Okay, okay, I didn't tell the cops everything.
Uh, Boone, maybe you want to relax your trigger finger.
Tuck it.
Now would you be so kind as to let us in
so we can ask you a few questions?
Thank you.
How'd you know she was lying?
I'm a psychic, Peters.
How did you know she was lying?
She's a woman.
Tell us everything you know
about Saralyn's involvement in the murder
of Herb Wilkins.
I used to work at the Dollhouse with Saralyn.
She said that she needed to make some extra money,
so I told her about this job I was doing
for Otto on the side.
Pacific Treasures.
Yeah.
Look, all I can tell you
is that a bag would appear inside the shop
a few times a month.
I delivered it to Otto. I didn't ask any questions.
But my only way out of the job
was to find a girl to take over for me.
Saralyn wanted to do it,
and it wasn't supposed to be dangerous.
You win the worst friend ever award, sweetie.
Trust me, I feel terrible.
Floyd and I helped Herb catch that walleye.
Now what we're gonna play is a little game called
"damn good chance you're gettin' shot."
It's the same type of bag we saw in Herb's locker.
It was salt.
The drugs came in on a boat called the double whammy.
No, it's not... twin kies.
Second wind, that's it.
The name of the boat was the second wind.
The drug lord would dock at the wharf,
drop the bag of loot off
at Pacific Treasures,
and you and Saralyn
were mules.
Wait a second.
We spoke to Herb's daughter, Caroline.
They haven't spoken in years.
Saralyn reminded Herb of his daughter,
the one he hadn't spoken to in years.
They even had the same red hair.
Herb was trying to protect her.
That's why he took the 50 gs out of that account.
He was trying to buy her freedom.
What about the bag of coke we found in Herb's locker?
Well, when he found out what she was up to,
he didn't want her to make that last delivery.
I'd bet the farm on that.
That's the Herb we knew.
Did you ever get a look at this drug lord?
No, he was like a ghost.
Hey, he wasn't no ghost.
He's a man.
We're gonna find him, and we're gonna kill him.
We're not gonna kill him, Floyd.
Don't be so sure.
All right, so what do we got?
We got this drug lord and Otto.
They silence Herb to protect their operation.
And then we bring the heat on Otto.
The drug lord cuts him down before he can talk.
Saralyn's the last piece of the puzzle.
Yeah, we gotta find out where Saralyn is.
Can you help us out there, Jose?
I wish I could.
But she packed a bag a few days ago and took off.
It's so sad.
She was so close to a fresh start.
She was supposed to graduate from school in a few weeks.
Nursing school.
Yeah.
I know where Saralyn's hiding.
Follow us to Herb's house.
Saralyn, we know you're in there.
And we know you didn't kill anybody.
We're here to help you.
Hey, you don't come to this door,
we're gonna come through it.
Damn.
Gus, they still got it. Yeah, they do.
Go away. I don't want your help.
Yes, you do. We can protect you.
No, people try and help me, and they end up dead.
Just leave me alone.
I think we should get fresh peaches and eat them instead.
How 'bout a churro?
You listen to me, young lady,
you're in grave danger.
I know that. Just go away.
- Can I go now? - Yeah, you can go.
Hey, I'm gonna be watching you.
Me too.
I know who the drug lord/killer is.
Okay, does anyone actually believe
that Saralyn is in that house alone?
- No. - Mm-mmm.
What's the plan?
Well, we could sneak through a window
and start a grease fire in the bathroom.
- Do it Shawn and Gus style. - We could.
- What was the bark-n-mark again?
What in the hell?
You better get outta here before you get yourself shot!
Hold up, hold up. We want to offer you a deal.
Send out Saralyn,
take my friend Gus. What?
No deal!
Yeah, no deal!
Fine, I'm calling the police.
You dial, she dies.
Okay, okay, okay.
Send her out. Take Shawn instead.
- Get outta here, you idiots. - Take Gus!
He can pass for Omar Epps in restaurants.
Take Shawn.
Trust me, you'll feel better about yourself in comparison.
- Where are those old-timers?
I don't know, but we can't keep distracting him
too much longer.
All right, follow my lead.
Age before beauty.
You're four months older than I am!
- Since when? - Since birth.
I'm gonna have to shoot these morons.
Man, why you gotta bring up
something that happened 30 years ago?
You're under arrest, punk.
Nice job, detective.
Thank you.
Let's go. Come on.
- It's the bark-n-mark. - What?
Man, think we'll still be able
to knock dudes out cold when we're in our 60s?
We can't knock dudes out now.
I hear that.
Let me start by saying
that everyone did an incredible job today.
And the fact that I fired all four consultants
and they went ahead and pursued this case anyway
is something that I'm choosing to forget.
Herb was a good man.
And if I were in your shoes,
I would have done exactly what you guys did
and never given up on this case.
- Thank you, chief. - Well said. - That means a lot.
See I was talking to Peters and Boone.
You guys should just stayed fired.
Nah, sis, without Rick and Gootsy here,
Floyd and I'd still be in the park playing checkers.
Yeah, they were the kick in the pants we needed.
Got a hell of a kid here, Henry.
Yeah, he's all right.
Sometimes.
And then there's you.
Standing tall,
shirt tucked in a little tight.
Maybe a little too tight.
But there's confidence in your eyes,
and a fire in your loins.
You know, I'd be honored to take you in, Gus,
if you got no parents.
That's very kind of you, Boone.
But I do have parents,
and I'm in my 30s, so I think I'm good.
Thank God for that.
I can't be taking in no strays, Don.
Got lucky there, pal.
Rick.
We just got a call about a body downtown
on Tremont Street.
There's signs of foul play.
Yeah, whoa.
You guys are the best there ever was,
maybe the best there ever will be,
but you do know this was a one-time deal, right?
Right, Henry.
All right.
What are you gonna do with Saralyn?
I'm gonna do everything I can to get leniency for her.
Herb was looking out for a good girl with potential,
and I'll do the same.
Are they...
Those sneaky...
Holy crap.
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