Gus, you've been on this ride like 20 times.
I mean, why are you chickening out now?
This ride just doesn't seem mechanically sound.
How do we know it's not gonna break
and eject us out of the building?
Gus, the ride is 12 inches off the ground.
Well, why are you nervous?
Because everybody knows that animatronic goblins
can sometimes come to life in the weirdest of situations...
That is the most ridiculous thing
I've ever heard in my life. No.
- Really? - Yeah.
Then you go first.
You go first.
I want to go first, but not until you go.
You're doomed!
Doomed!
You didn't see that.
Perfect.
I am not comfortable with this.
Shh!
We're gonna solve this. I think we're gonna have...
Jules, couples are supposed to have their hands
all over each other at this stage, the beginning.
We do this now.
Eight hours from now, this could all be old hat.
Eventually, Carlton is going to find out about us.
I've seen his detective skills.
- That could take years. - We should make a plan.
In case everyone finds out and we can't work cases together anymore.
I have a plan. It's called "never tell anyone."
Eventually, everyone is going to know,
and it is your fault that rule is in place.
If I hadn't outed Lassiter's affair with his old partner,
you wouldn't be here.
You think I haven't considered that?
Let's move to the cot.
Do you know who's been on that cot?
Do you know what they've done?
That is such an incredible buzz kill.
- Ah, I'm sorry. - All right.
No touching in the police station.
Actually, that's always been my rule.
- I have a surprise for you. - You do?
Two tickets to Scare Fest tomorrow!
Opening day was solid out, so I got day two online.
You have been talking about it since they announced
they were gonna do another one,
and I cannot wait to see that place through your eyes.
Oh, my God, you're going with Gus, aren't you?
Tonight.
But that's okay. I'll go with both of ya.
And I'll scream just as loud with you as I do with Gus.
No, no, no, no. It's fine.
I-I'll find something else for us to do.
It probably means a lot for you guys.
No, no, no, Jules, Jules, Jules.
I would much rather go with you... Obviously.
The two of us gettin' the beans scared out of us
by disgruntled teenagers in Michael Myers masks?
- Come on. - Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure. Gus'll understand.
- Oh, so you told him about us? - What, are you kidding?
That'd be like posting it on my Facebook page.
If I had a Facebook page.
Or the desire to share intimate life details
with people I'd avoid on the street.
I'm gonna tell him. I am. And soon.
Try to understand.
This is gonna be like a bomb landing on his sweet head.
It means he's the odd man out again.
If I don't handle this delicately,
he's bound to go on another caramel binge.
- He went on one before? - Yes.
Hot and cold.
Trust me. I know what I'm doing.
Okay, just... just go with me here for a second.
I know this is gonna sound crazy, but what I'm thinking is...
We don't go to opening night of Scare Fest.
We go next week, maybe sometime in the afternoon,
when it's not crowded at all.
Are you kidding?
I spent the entire week finishing my route early.
I took a vacation day.
Oh, no. Gus, why would you do that?
- You asked me to. - When?
The day they announced they were having Scare Fest again.
- I don't recall that. - I have your speech
as a video file on my blackberry, Shawn.
All right, okay, enough with all the technology. Ha.
The truth is, it's my horoscope.
It says I should avoid places with urinal troughs,
and I just don't feel like I can take the risk right now.
I'm sure you understand.
Are you crying?
I'm disappointed, Shawn.
God.
Ha ha! I got you, man!
Course we're going to Scare Fest.
Come on, man, you and me! Opening day.
Sweet.
We just gotta keep it between us, though.
- What? - Nothing! Come on!
Come on.
First ones through the gates. That's what I'm talkin' about.
Yeah. It's generally scarier once the sun actually goes down.
Why have you been so nervous lately?
You haven't been to the office in the last...
- Nothing! - What do you mean, nothing?
You didn't even let me finish my question.
- What's... - What do I have to hide...
My joy that we have scare fest back
for the first time in 15 years?
Whenever you're lying, you never let me finish my...
Gus, don't be ridiculous! What are we gonna do first, huh?
Where we going first?
Come on, Gus...You know ring toss has never been your thing.
My carpal tunnel was acting up, Shawn.
- Okay. - It was.
What are you doing? Who are you hiding from?
Ken, our old assistant?
I promised I'd give him a personal reference for this IBM job,
I just remembered... I never called the IBM guy back.
I guess he didn't get that job... Nice going.
Dude, you, me, haunted house. Let's ride some rides.
Wait a second. Wait a second.
We haven't even had any churros yet.
This year they're wrapping them in bacon.
Didn't we come here to be scared?
Exactly. What's more scary than a churro wrapped in bacon?
- You're stalling. - No, I'm not.
Let's go.
Would you have some respect for yourself?
Ooh...Eee...Ooh.
Get in there.
These things being so snug. Ha ha.
Uhh!
Um...'Scuse me.
This lap bar's constricting my blood flow.
Safety is priority one at scare fest.
Yes, but this bar is acting as a tourniquet on my right leg.
Take it up with my boss.
Would you relax? What's wrong with you?
What's going to happen when I need to unharness myself
after this car is inevitably jettisoned out onto the midway?
This car is traveling 3 miles per hour.
Ha ha! Nice.
Ooh...Hhhh...
- Dude, you're not even looking. - I'm drinking it all in.
Your eyes are closed,
and you're pretending to be startled by things.
- I was just startled. - By what, the exit light?
That guy's shockingly real-looking.
Giant spider on your head.
Aah! Ha ha.
Ah...Did a pretty good job, I gotta say.
Wait a minute.
- Gus, did you see that? - I was testing my watch
to see if it glowed in the dark.
Gus, I just saw somebody get killed.
Gus, Gus, I can't open this thing!
♪ ♪
♪ In between the lines there's a lot of obscurity ♪
♪ I'm not inclined to resign to maturity ♪
♪ if it's all right ♪
♪ then you're all wrong ♪
♪ but why bounce around to the same damn song ♪
♪ you'd rather run when you can't crawl ♪
♪ I know you know ♪
♪ that I'm not telling the truth ♪
♪ I know you know ♪
♪ they just don't have any proof ♪
♪ embrace the deception ♪
♪ learn how to bend ♪
♪ your worst inhibitions ♪
♪ tend to psych you out in the end ♪
Sync by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com
Hey! You. Carol.
There is a murderer loose in the haunted house.
You gotta shut this ride down right now.
Okay, first of all, calm down.
I understand you're a little freaked out.
But if you'll notice, there's a sign outside
that says the word spooky.
That means there's a murder in there about every 25 seconds.
Well, actually, every 45,
since half the animation isn't working yet.
You're not listening.
I just saw a man gasping for his life.
You saw a volleyball on a broomstick.
No! Yes, I saw that too. The illusion actually played.
But this is something different.
Did you see it?
- I was previously engaged. - He didn't see anything!
Listen...
I'm sure Todd is pretty dreamy,
even though he can't spell "bitchin'".
But I'm assuming that just like heaven
and exhaling, he can wait.
You know what, our job is to scare,
and by the look on your face, I'd say we did a pretty good job.
So...Unless you have 38 more tickets to ride again,
I suggest you get lost.
You're gonna feel bad. You're gonna feel silly...
- Awful. - And bad.
Girl was mean.
You try making minimum wage and having to wear that uniform.
See how friendly you are.
- Let's just go. - Shh!
Man!
Ken!
- No way. - Yes, way...In a big way.
- Can I have your keys? - What?
- I just saw a guy get killed. - Where?
In the murder room at the haunted house.
Isn't that what's supposed to happen?
- Real guy. Real murder. - Did you tell anyone?
We told Carol. She was so busy texting
with bad grammar Todd that she didn't care.
- Will you let that go? - Bitchin', Gus.
Bit-chin. It's the only word I insist people get right.
Otherwise, you're saying it's bi-chin.
Which is Chinese for "too much face."
- Isn't that right, Ken? - Seriously, dude.
I already told you last time. Six words.
Now, why don't you just go tell someone else?
We're telling you, Ken. And you wanna know why?
Because it is high time that we got the team back together, man.
This is the kind of big money case
that'll allow us to hire back our best Asian assistant ever.
The three ninjas, mega mountain, reunited,
and it feels...So good.
I like that song.
I'm only allowed to use these access keys for business.
Murder is our business.
Dude, I could get fired. Or worse.
Or you can get yourself back in the detective game.
I never have actually been able to do a case.
That...is what I'm talking about!
Hey, what are you doing?
Are you serious, Shawn?
Don't cause a commotion.
- Are you in? - I'm out.
- So am I. - I didn't ask you.
- This is as far as I go. - Have it your way.
I'll close the door behind you.
Get in here!
All right, Gus, don't be scared.
Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?
They're gonna find a dead body all right... mine,
drug by one of these ride cars.
You'll be the first documented dragging death
at 3 miles per hour.
Actually, I'll be the third. In 1974, there was a guy...
I can't do this with you right now here in the ride.
Ooh! Blend in.
Aarrggghhh!
My eye!
What are you saying, "my eye"? You saying "my eye" at the end?
I let out a very eerie argh.
- Wasn't eerie. - And then I added a layer
to intimate that my eye had been removed
or something horrifying like that.
Or that you had a loose eyelash or possibly a sty.
Eyes are scary on a psychological level, Shawn.
So you're warning riders of the dangers of conjunctivitis.
- What, you can do better? - I believe I can.
Please!
Wait for it.
Wait for i... Eeeeaaahhhh!
These goblins smell like bacon.
Eeeehhh... Eeehhh.
- What the hell does that mean? - I have no idea.
You do smell like bacon.
- You smell like bacon. - Smell yourself.
Why do I smell like bacon, Shawn?
I don't know, but it's not good.
Happened right there.
He's in here!
I don't understand it, Gus.
I know what I saw.
I will never let you live this down.
I know what I saw, Gus.
I can't believe this. I can't believe this.
- I'm in carnival jail. - What are you so worried about?
It's not like they're gonna call our parents or something.
Holy crap.
Dad!
What the hell is going on, Shawn?
Well, I-I'm at Scare Fest.
Oh, I know. Park security just called.
- They called you? - That's what they do, Shawn.
They call the police when they bust somebody.
You're just lucky I picked up.
I'm on my cell now.
Listen, I witnessed a murder, okay?
- Where? - In the haunted house.
Dad, I'm serious.
There was a struggle. It was terrible.
- Did Gus see it too? - No.
- Anybody else? - It was very dark in there.
Shawn, you know how you get all worked up with those things.
Thanks a lot.
Man...
We're gonna get arrested, aren't we?
Gus, don't be the only black lead
on a major cable network. My dad's never had me arrested.
Yes, he has, Shawn.
You're right.
We need to get out of here.
All right, you're gonna squeeze through this window
and then circle around to the front of the building.
- Then what? - I don't know.
Create a diversion.
Throw up on a baby. Sing really loudly.
Pee in the dunk tank.
My arm couldn't fit through there, Shawn.
Are you kidding?
It's not like you're wearing floaties.
You're gonna squeeze through that like old toothpaste.
I'm gonna give you a push. I've seen this work
- plenty of times. - Where, on Winnie the Pooh?
- And other places. - Oh, my gosh.
Gentlemen, come with me.
- You see? - You see?
Be halfway to Del Taco by now.
Yeah. See?
You just wanna be standing here talking nonsense.
When I heard two boys snuck onto a ride,
I wasn't expecting this.
- Why? Because he's black? - What are you doing?
I'm playing the race card.
Even if that was okay for you, you're playing it wrong.
I double-down.
Thought you saw a murder. Hmm.
Okay. You were trying to do the right thing, I guess.
You imagined something.
I do too, sometimes.
It is a haunted house, after all.
So just fill out these forms,
and I'll make sure you're on your way.
Thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Shawn, what are you writing?
Dude, what is wrong with you? Will you leave it alone?
It's just your stupid imagination running wild.
Gus, I know what I saw, and I'm the best observer that you know.
Last week, you thought a sponge in the psych office
- was an owl. - If you'd stop buying them
in bird colors, that would stop happening.
That's the guy!
He's the one I saw get murdered. Right there on the wall.
That's the park president.
We've been looking for him for an hour and a half.
- What? - He missed a big meeting with creditors.
What do you think about that, hmm?
Shut down the haunted house.
He was right here!
He was dragged away from the track.
Where were you hiding when all this took place?
I wasn't hiding. But my head was down.
I was trying to avoid deep vein thrombosis.
- That's not a thing, Gus. - It is a thing, Shawn.
People die from it on planes
when they're not sitting in first class.
He's over here!
Well... As much as "Good work, Spencer," pains me...
No, no, no. This is all wrong.
- What do you mean? - This is the other side
of the ride... There's no way he stumbled this far.
And there was no mask.
The mask is Mr. Wayland's. He loves Scare Fest.
He used to put on the costumes
and jump out and scare the customers.
Did he ever use any scary eye imagery?
No. But he once got stuck in a suit of armor in the castle.
He loved to tell that story to the new hires.
I bet he did.
Looks like he might have gotten caught
in these retractable wires in the dark.
3 miles per hour, my ass.
I told you it was a dangerous place to be in.
What a shame.
Well, it just goes to show
that kids should be scared by the law... Not adults in costumes.
Are you kidding me right now, Lassie?
I report that a man is strangled to death here,
then a dead guy shows up with marks on his neck,
and you won't believe that it's murder.
Fine. It's under consideration.
We have a bona fide Scooby-Doo case
that has fallen into our laps.
Dead guy, haunted house, amusement park.
- Gus, say zoinks. - I'm not saying zoinks.
- Then say jinkies. - Jinkies.
We were on this ride together, and we saw this man killed.
I'm not a liar.
About this.
I'm n... I'm not lying about the dead man.
- For you I have an explanation. - For what?
- Nothing. - Murdered.
I knew it.
Pardon me...Did you just say this man was murdered?
Not only that, but I... I know who the killer is.
Okay, shh, shh!
Everyone stop what they're doing.
You two, shut it down in the back there.
Please, sir... Tell all these doubters and Scooby-Don'ts
who killed this man.
- It's Johnny Ricketts. - Johnny Ricketts.
Lassie. Get an APB out.
Your suspect's name is Jonathan Ricketts.
- Was. - I'm sorry?
His name was John.
This man was killed... By the ghost of John Ricketts.
Hmm.
I'm good here. Fellas, wrap it up.
Spencer, you're on your own again.
Zoinks.
You know, you could have just told me you were coming with Gus.
- You didn't have to lie. - Well, it wasn't a lie.
- Initially. - But then you came with Gus.
That's when it became a lie.
I couldn't disappoint him.
- Oh, whack-a-mole. - You have to understand, Jules.
Gus gets his heart set on things.
That's how I ended up at Clogapalooza last Saturday.
I thought you were kidding about that.
See? That's a truth that you didn't believe.
It's like a lie in reverse. It's all very confusing.
Shawn.
I promise it will not happen again.
- The lying? - And Clogapalooza.
But mostly the lying.
But Clogapalooza was... So you told Gus about us?
You, ma'am!
Allow the great Mezmerado to guess your age, guess your weight.
Oh, you know, I'm, uh,
I'm kind of in the middle of something, so...
Just one shot, ma'am. I-I'm really good.
We have our own stuff going on.
Just one shot. Is everyone here ready?
Okay, fine. Make it quick.
145 pounds.
One hundred and for... What? Are you crazy?
Am I too high or too low?
There should be a 3 pound margin of error.
- I have a gun. - Jules, Jules.
Don't sweat it. Look at him.
Guy's a complete hack. Come on.
- 133! - Oh, my God.
That's totally right.
Mezmerado!
Thanks a lot, dude. That's good work from you.
Feel good about yourself.
- What's up with Juliet? - Nothing.
- What's wrong with you? - Nothing.
All right, look, Gus, i-it's time for me
to share some news with you.
You've probably figured this out for yourself already,
but something happened in Canada, something really good.
Right. We captured Despereaux.
Right. That happened.
But I'm talking about something else.
Things are gonna be a little different around here.
Great. Maybe you'll start to make sense sometime soon.
I've been looking for you. We need to talk.
Listen, sir, it is all in my statement.
We're never sneaking into the haunted house again...
It's clearly a dangerous... place.
What... what can we do for you, Mr. Holloway?
Not here.
Oh, my God, thank God you think it's Ricketts too.
I-I thought I was going crazy.
You're not going crazy.
You are crazy.
A ghost didn't kill this guy.
A goblin, possibly. Maybe a vampire.
Who is this Johnny Ricketts person?
Johnny Ricketts was a 15-year-old kid
who fell from the ferris wheel in 1995.
He had stopped at the top while other passengers were loading
and he tried to switch seats or something, and he misstepped...
And he fell 60 feet and died right there.
It was a nightmare.
That was the last time we did Scare Fest.
- Until now. - Well, that's right.
I mean, when David said
that he wanted us to do Scare Fest again, I refused.
I-I just didn't think it was the right thing to do.
But then...He insisted.
And you caved.
Well, there wasn't really much I could say.
I mean, he's the president,
and... and Scare Fest had always been the big money maker.
I mean, the park had been losing money
year after year consistently,
and he said if we didn't go through with it,
we were gonna go under.
So...we... we did.
Even after it started happening.
After... What started happening?
I started seeing him I-I-in weird places
and hearing him in my sleep and...
Through the crackling of the phone.
- Wayland? - Ricketts!
He'd come back.
He was trying to tell me something.
I know exactly what this dude was trying to say.
Mr. Holloway,
you may wanna consider taking some kind of therapy.
I'm sorry. Are you some sort of a doctor?
No. But I work with a lot of doctors.
What are we talking about?
Actually, I-I do see a therapist.
Once a week.
Well, maybe you want to start doubling that up
and...Consider taking some anti-psychotics.
I can recommend a few good generic brands.
I mean, just because you're delusional,
there's no reason for you to overpay.
That's actually pretty thoughtful.
I understand that you think I'm imagining this.
That's what David thought too. Until he saw him.
Till he saw Ricketts.
Yes! That's what I'm trying to tell you.
That's why I brought you here!
Ricketts has been here i-in the park, in this office!
Maybe you want to consider an in-house program.
- Have you seen Girl, Interrupted? - Gus, please.
Have you seen Cuckoo's Nest? Or Crazy People.
- Boat trip. - Boat tri... Boat trip?
The gay cruise ship movie with Sanz and Cuba Gooding Jr.?
- How does that play? - It doesn't.
I just wanted to know if anyone saw it besides me.
- I'm guessing no. - You sound just like David did
before he found this.
Both:
You don't really think a ghost did this, do you?
Gus, don't be a jury summons
I accidentally threw in the trash last month
along with something called a W2.
It's never a ghost.
Holloway is hiding behind the ghost of Johnny Ricketts,
but we all know ghosts are transparent.
Is that supposed to mean something?
- It was a vague metaphor. - It's confusing.
- Maybe to you. - Shawn, I figured it out.
- Congratulate me. - Congratulations.
We also have some insight into the Wayland murder.
It's the pants. They're not slimming.
They're like horizontal stripes. They add like 10 pounds.
Jules, are you still thinking about the guess your weight guy?
He was right about everybody else right down to the pound.
It's a sham, I promise.
Look, everyone knows there are plants in the audience.
It's a complete ruse.
I don't even think his real name is Mezmerado.
Preliminary forensics are in on Wayland.
I'm going with homicide. Report's in the file.
I'm gonna follow up on a witness, then we can head out.
Lassie.
Why don't you just admit I was right?
Hmm.
I checked on Johnny Ricketts for you.
- Thank you. - It wasn't much.
A few accounts from employees. Holloway included.
Holloway gave a statement?
Yeah, he was working the ride that night.
His statement's pretty consistent with the others.
Ultimately, his death was ruled accidental,
And the park wasn't held liable.
But they never held Scare Fest again.
Clyde, lugs, and pembrook!
Johnny Ricketts did kill Wayland.
Did you just use the characters from stroker ace
- as an interjection? - Don't interrupt.
- But you did use stroker ace. - I can't do this
With you right now... I gotta...
When they told us that we were gonna do Scare Fest again,
I refused... It just didn't seem right.
But he insisted!
And there's not much I can say. He's the president.
It wasn't Ricketts.
It was Holloway posing as Ricketts.
See, Wayland was running the park into the ground.
Holloway wanted to take over, so he killed Wayland
and pinned it on the ghost of Johnny Ricketts.
You just said it's never a ghost.
That's right. It's never a ghost.
Why don't you listen to me?
I am. You're not making any sense.
- Your face doesn't make sense. - Let's go.
- Eve! Where's Holloway? - He's not here.
He was staring out the window during our meeting,
and then he just walked off, made a beeline for the flume ride.
- Flume ride. - We need to see him now.
'Scuse us, 'scuse us, 'scuse us.
Come on, Gus!
It's crazy.
He just raced up the stairs and into the ride while it was still running.
- Why would he do that? - I don't know.
I got something.
Dude.
That's Johnny Ricketts.
We are two homicides deep on this case,
and it's all hands on deck.
We've executed a police order to temporarily shut down the park.
We're seeking information on this suspect.
We're gonna be scouring the designated area in two-man teams.
We are going to sniff out this reprobate
and cuff him where he stands.
Now, let's go.
That was an exquisite briefing, detective.
Beautifully enunciated.
You are an artiste and brief's your medium.
Though I suspect you could squeeze into a small if you had to.
Thank you, Spencer. Thank you very much.
Even your compliments are insults.
I sure hope all that scouring you spoke of
involves Gus and myself.
You know, now that you mention it,
there is something I'm needing from you two.
What?
Your absence.
- Wow. - I know.
How long do you think he's been waiting to use that one?
Weeks. Maybe months.
Come on, Gus...Someone around here's bound to know something.
There's hardly anyone here, Shawn.
- Lassiter shut the park down. - Well, in that case,
I think we should find ourselves a funnel cake.
Ken!
Hard at work, I see.
Yeah. They kept a few of us around for the cleanup.
Well, it's good to see that you're still working.
- I'm done tonight. - Sorry to hear that, Ken.
- If there's anything we can do... - Really?
Well, how about finding me another job
and then getting me fired? We can go for the trifecta!
- Come on, now, Ken. - No, you know what?
I get it now, Shawn.
It's not that you don't want me to work for you.
It's that you don't want me to work at all.
Ken, we're serious...You call us if you need anything.
- Except for a job. - Maybe a job.
- We're not hiring. - We might be hiring.
We're a little underfunded in the human resources department.
Look, you guys mind if I get back to work?
We'd love for you to get back to work.
As long as we're not the ones employing you.
But first... Can you tell us anything about
this nasty Johnny Ricketts business?
- Who? - Johnny Ricketts.
Kid who died on the ferris wheel back in '95.
Oh, yeah. I heard about that.
Yeah, my parents were talking about it
when they were changing my diapers.
Gus, is there anything cuter than a Chinese baby?
What's wrong with you, Shawn?
We think that Ricketts is connected
to both Wayland's and Holloway's deaths.
Why are you guys even asking me?
I've worked here for exactly four days.
If you really want to know about this place,
why don't you look in the archives or something?
They document everything.
I know exactly where to look.
Come on, Ken. We'll need someone to get us in.
Really, Shawn? I'm already fired.
You wanna get me double-fired?
- That's impossible. - Seriously, dude.
You need help.
State agency? What are you lookin' at?
Doesn't it strike you as odd
that there appear to be no state investigation
into Rickett's death?
It was ruled an accident. You said so yourself.
Yeah, yeah... by the park.
There was no official report released by the state,
and they always look into these things.
Look, O'Hara, it was a long time ago.
I know, I know, but it does seem peculiar.
Maybe Shawn's right.
About what? He and Guster think
they're in some cartoon mystery show with a talking great dane
and a psychedelically painted van.
Scooby-Doo?
Is that why he keeps calling me Velma?
Ah, probably.
Oh.
Well, the point is there is a flesh and blood killer out there.
We're not gonna find him looking in old files.
Don't have to lecture me on police work, Carlton.
I know. You're the second-best detective we have...
By a wide margin.
Um...Thank you?
And that's because, up until now,
you've managed to keep Spencer and his antics at arm's length.
See, that is the key to dealing with him.
That and maintaining the psychological upper hand at all times.
- He's calling you Velma. - I'm choosing my battles.
- So am I. - Really? Because lately...
It seems like you're backing him a little more than usual.
I am behind him exactly as much as I need to be.
He has solved a lot of cases for us.
Don't you see that?
You telling me what I should see?
You see your partner following a lead.
From Spencer.
It's all police work, Carlton.
Right. And global warming is real.
Global warning is real.
Sure, it is. Look, all I'm saying
is that it's fine that we're all on the same team...
As long as we're on the same team.
Didn't I just say I'm your partner?
- Yes. - Then you have nothing to worry about.
Good.
Because listening to Spencer's
almost always a trip down the rabbit hole.
You see?
I told you you could squeeze through this window.
Why do I always have to do it first?
Gimme a hand.
Let's not make this a thing. You can go first next time.
- I did go first. - Then why are you complaining?
Uh, all right. We're looking for
any kind of documentation from the night Ricketts died.
Juliet showed us the documentation.
Not all of it.
Well, go see if you can find anything in Holloway's office.
I'm not going through a dead man's office.
It's not like he's gonna walk in or something.
See if you can find our statements.
What are you worried about?
For your information, Shawn,
I'll have you know my record is spotless.
I may run for office someday.
Fine.
Oh, boy.
Gus.
Check it out.
Eve was here the night Ricketts died.
- What are you eating? - Nothing.
You don't want to go through a dead man's office,
- but you'll eat his candy? - It's grandma candy, Shawn.
- Nobody's gonna want it. - It's so shiny.
Look how shiny the orange one is... What did you find, Shawn?
Holloway made Eve falsify her statements.
It's her hand but not her handwriting.
Check out the 8s.
Now look at the 8 in the date next to her signature.
Boom.
- Wow. - What?
All right... - Wait a second. - What?
What is this?
You know I don't speak algebra.
It's a money transfer.
$350,000... Right after the incident.
What is it, a fine? And who did it go to?
Johnny Ricketts' family.
Holloway must have paid 'em off.
Little Halloween hush money.
This was no accident, Shawn.
What's that? It's the same amount.
- Maybe they asked for more. - No, no.
No, this is going to someone different.
Jaime Emerson.
Jaime...Emerson.
What is Wonder Woman's real name?
What are you... What are you hiding for?
We broke into someone's office, Shawn.
What do you think you're doing in here?
Did you just break into our office?
- No. - Why would you ask that?
Because he's black?
- Sorry? - Eve, I'm a psychic.
We work for the Santa Barbara Police Department.
And I know you have a secret.
A dark secret.
The same secret that Wayland and Holloway took to their graves.
I was drawn here... By Jaime Emerson.
Where did you get that name?
We know about the payouts.
The payouts after Ricketts died on the ferris wheel.
I warned them.
The decorations were in the way. The door didn't close right.
We know you paid Jaime Emerson off too.
Why? Was she there that night?
Was she a reporter, an employee, what?
Eve, you can't run away from this.
That was a strange reaction.
No death certificate. No arrest record.
Jaime Emerson is the ghost, not Johnny Ricketts.
Dude, did you just rub my leg?
What? Don't be ridiculous.
I rub you, it's gonna be above the forehead.
You must have rubbed your own leg.
- Why would I do that? - I don't know.
You're always talking about your quads.
I am not! I do not talk about my quads.
- Shawn, just tell him. - What... tell... what...
That's too weird.
Weirder than rubbing his quads?
- What are you all talking about? - Nothing.
Juliet has requested DMV information on Jaime Emerson.
Jules, you brought my dad in on this?
Despite all appearances, Shawn,
we don't want to believe you're crazy.
No driver's license. Just a California I.D.
Yeah. She's not allowed to drive because of an injury.
She was there that night.
And she's taking them out one by one.
- Who's taking who out? - Johnny Ricketts.
I mean, not the real Johnny Ri...
It's supposed to look like Johnny Ricketts.
Shawn... You're not making sense.
Dad, Johnny Ricketts was not alone on the ferris wheel
that night that he died.
It wasn't an accident. It was negligence.
And everyone who was there is going down.
Everyone who was there is dead.
Eve, you can't run away from this.
Everyone but Eve.
We have to get to the fairgrounds!
I'm gonna get Lassiter. Stay put.
Are we really waiting for Lassiter?
That would be a first.
Eve!
- Eve! - Eve!
Eve!
Ah...I don't know, man. We might be too late.
Do you think Eve is still here?
Eve!
♪ ♪
Hah hah hah hah hah hah!
- Eve! - Eve!
Eve!
Dude!
- Eve? - Eve.
- Are you all right? - A-are you okay?
Oh, I... I've seen him!
- Ricketts. - We know.
No, no, no, not just tonight. I've been seeing him for weeks.
I couldn't admit it. I...felt so guilty.
You didn't see Johnny Ricketts.
I'd wake up at night, and I'd see him out my window.
I'd hear his voice over my phone... I know who I see!
I know it looks like him,
but you're not actually seeing Ricketts.
- Then who do I see? - You...
Turn around. But be very careful.
Carol.
You can call her by her real name.
Jaime Emerson.
You were the girl.
Oh, honey, I am so sorry.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. She was on that ride too.
Johnny wasn't screwing around on the ferris wheel that night.
He was trying to help me.
The latch wasn't safe.
You both fell.
You survived... He didn't.
The park knew they were liable for the accident.
You have to believe me.
Mr. Wayland thought it would be best.
To keep it shut?
You've had 15 years to come clean!
They paid off all the parents for their silence...
350 grand for each, and it was over for them.
May have covered your medical expenses, but not your suffering.
And nothing was gonna bring Johnny back.
And now, when they decided to bring back Scare Fest,
so callously forgetting all the damage they left in their wake,
you snapped.
Anyone would have.
Eve and Holloway kept thinking they were seeing Johnny Ricketts.
But what they really saw was you in a baseball cap.
And you didn't just want to kill them.
You wanted a preamble
so they knew exactly why they were being killed.
I never wanted your money.
You needed to pay. You all needed to pay!
They made me lie!
I have regretted it ever since!
You can say whatever you want to.
You're still going with them.
Knife!
Ah!
Grab it! Grab it!
Jaime, let it be over.
The only thing I can't figure out is
how you were in two places at the same time.
What are you talking about?
How did she manage to operate the ride
and kill Wayland at the same time, Gus?
Abracadabra.
Never mind. I think I got it.
I understand you're a little freaked out right now,
but if you'll notice the sign outside, it says the word spooky.
Todd, right? Todd?
B-i-t c-h-i-n'.
You forgot the "t". What you texted was bi-chin.
Wait a second.
You're the guess-your-weight guy.
You dressed up as Ricketts too?
Yeah, they both did.
To keep the memory of Johnny Ricketts alive
to the people they blamed for his death.
What are we gonna do now, babe?
- We can't kill two more. - We have to.
- We gotta go. - Let's get outta here!
Get them!
Here. Come on, Eve. Shh, shh, shh!
Gus, seeing as how we might be dying at any moment,
I have a confession to make.
Remember when you got bummed out when I started seeing Abigail?
You thought things between us were gonna change,
and you ate all those waffles to try and deal with it?
What the hell are you talking about, Shawn?
I don't think this is really the time for this.
- I hooked up with Juliet. - So?
So? We're breaking up the duo.
It's not just Shawn and Gus anymore.
Now it's more like the Say Say Say video.
You've been after her for five years.
- Five years? - He's really not that smooth.
Oh, I'm not that smooth? "Hey, you hear about Pluto?
That's messed up, right?" How many times has that landed?
- Guys, guys. - That's a player's move, Shawn.
It's not a player's move.
That's like an astronomer's move.
Look, Jules and I are an item now.
The least you can do is show some emotion.
Wait a second... You're mad at me for not being mad?
I'm shocked at you for not being shocked.
And I'd like you to be a little sad, 'cause I'm a little sad.
What do you care what you friend thinks?
You know what, Eve? I don't care.
I-I don't care. I don't care.
Hey. We got a big problem here.
Ask me how much I don't care, Todd.
I care, Todd. I care.
You care about Todd and his little gun?
Yes. Yes, I do, Shawn.
Your priorities are way out of whack, my friend.
What's wrong with you guys?
Boom!
145 pounds, my ass!
I got the tiny girl with the limp.
Nice, Lassie.
Well, it's easy. She...She doesn't run very fast.
Really good work.
We'll finish this conversation later.
Jules, I won't lie to you.
It was difficult, but I finally told Gus about us.
- And how did he take it? - Shock and bewilderment.
- Hmm. - Like the first six minutes
of Saving Private Ryan...
Followed by the last five minutes of Lady in the Water.
No, it wasn't.
I totally saw it coming, just like Lady in the Water.
Sure, you did.
Now you gonna tell us the same thing about Private Ryan?
The Normandy invasion? Yeah, I knew that one too.
- Liar. - It's a historical fact.
- Maybe to you. - Maybe to the 20th century.
Look, the important thing is that it is now out in the open.
No more sneaking around. No more secrets.
I absolutely agree. No more secrets, Jules.
Except from Lassiter.
Which means Gus can come clean about how shocked he was.
- I wasn't shocked. - You will be.
Pretty sure I won't.
- He's playing it cool. - Mm.
Maybe I was wrong.
Hey!
Are you eating caramel in there?
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