And to Ambassador Fanshawe
for bringing his team all the way here
to Santa Barbara
to lobby for the rights of this innocent boy,
or should I say man, Colin,
as you've certainly become one through this ordeal.
From his host family, who have stood by him
this whole time... Charles, where are you?
Take a bow.
To our distinguished ambassador,
who has delivered us not only a dismissal of the case
but a new faith in the American justice system.
Now, I don't want to take up any more of your time,
so, please, enjoy the evening.
All right, I'm in.
Describe item.
Really? You've forgotten already?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought I was busy James Bonding it up in here.
It's a Star Wars toy, Shawn.
Easy as that.
We went through this, twice.
It's not a toy. It's a collector's item.
It's a pristine 1978 Darth Vader
with a double-telescoping lightsaber.
Shouldn't you be in bed?
- It's 7:45. - At least at home.
We're parked in front of my house.
I don't want to get caught in a car with an 11-year-old kid.
I don't want that stupid ambassador's son
moving back home with my prize toy.
So maybe you and James Bond should hurry up.
Shawn, it's official.
You never take a case without me again.
Are you playing with the toys?
Dude, this kid has Mattel Electronics Football II,
the one where you can throw passes.
Suck it, hyphens.
Your partner said he could get it back
in eight minutes.
I want my 500 bucks returned.
Shawn, what the hell is going on?
Please tell me you're not eating.
Dude, this kid has a mini fridge in his room.
Shawn, I will leave you here.
Got it.
- You sure? - 100%.
Good.
Get the hell out of my car.
I don't think it was this room.
I heard a door click.
You know there's three doors in this hallway.
You're paranoid.
I heard something going on upstairs,
- and I saw the handle move. - When?
When you walked up.
The ambassador's bedroom is off-limits.
Let's get back to our post.
All right, one second.
Shawn, what the hell are you doing?
You hear that?
- What? - A voice.
It was muffled, like a TV or in another room.
Did you check the office? Ms. Tabet's gonna kill us.
Oh!
What happened?
You want the good news or the bad news?
- What do you think? - I am not your mother.
He didn't say that, Shawn. What's the bad news?
Drive!
♪ 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 ♪
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Carlton, it's late. What are you doing?
This asinine polygraph machine isn't working right.
Oh, that's weird. It was working last week.
It's not now. It sucks.
- Whoever made it sucks. - Hmm.
Here, look.
Watch, I'll show you.
Hold that with your right hand.
Name.
Juliet...
O'Hara.
No sign of deception.
- Truth. - See, it's working fine.
- Let's go. - No, no, no.
One more-- just one more question.
Um, are you-- What's a good question?
I got one. Are you currently dating anyone?
Answer anytime you like.
Hmm.
I see you're experiencing some stress.
I don't see what this has to do with anything.
It's just a control question. You and I both know
you're not dating anyone, right?
So simply answer truthfully,
and we'll know the machine is working properly,
like you say it is...
Unless, of course, you are dating somebody
and want to tell me about it.
- What are you getting at? - Nothing.
I'm simply testing a potentially defective piece
of machinery, and since partners don't lie
or keep secrets from each other
because we put our lives in each other's hands,
I'm asking a question I believe I know the answer to.
Are you currently or have you ever been
in a relationship with anyone at the station?
Well, see, that's a different question.
Answer either one. I'm flexible.
I don't have time for this.
Don't do this, Shawn.
Gus, we can't just tell them that we broke into the house.
Just please get to the body some other way.
I'm seeing a woman.
Really?
Can you tell me her name, or is it a secret?
A dead woman--
murder victim, under a bed in the dark.
The rest of the house is full of people--a formal gathering.
Time is running out.
Tell you what, why don't you check
every house in Santa Barbara
and get back to me after you have something
- a little more specific? - 3555 Ridgecrest.
- Excuse me? - That's incredibly specific.
First door on the left down the hallway.
She'll be lying on the right-hand side.
She's wearing an expensive pair of earrings.
Stop being so specific, Shawn.
That's really precise.
It doesn't hurt to just drive up there.
Really?
Why the sudden need to follow every one
of Spencer's whims?
I'm going to check it out.
Of course you are.
I am, too.
Great job, Spencer.
You had a vision at a diplomat's residence.
Next time why don't you try and get us into North Korea?
- It'll be easier. - I know I left my jacket
on the chair.
I had my wallet in the pocket.
I am sensing that your jacket is in the kitchen
in a wine crate, buried under some hay.
It's okay. I'm a psychic.
- Okay. - Really?
I felt badly. His wallet was inside.
I'm sorry, but we've just completed a party.
And as the ambassador's workplace,
this house is technically British soil.
I'm sure you can understand
why we would refuse entry to somebody
on such an outlandish hunch.
Of course we can.
So, what, they just bust out immunity, and that's it?
- They just did. - Awesome.
Put that on my bucket list.
Before or after invisible plane?
After. I want a jetpack, wonder woman plane,
immunity.
- No, wait, jetpack-- - Shawn.
Forgive me, gentlemen, but you must understand
how unconventional all this sounds.
Okay, how did you do that?
Most incredible thing I've seen.
I'm so sorry.
He found my jacket...
with his finger.
I am sensing the victim--
glittery gown, sleeveless.
Dark hair?
Yes, up from the shoulders.
She was wearing new earrings.
You have my permission to enter the house.
- Richard-- - He's describing Annabeth.
Here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here.
The body's under the bed.
That's-- that's not possible.
You see, I'm so, so, so, so sure.
I don't think more "so"s is the answer, Shawn.
Perhaps you should check again.
Ambassador, if you would all just indulge me
one last time.
To the backyard.
I sense something here.
This door has been closed recently.
Oh, come on.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
What is it, Spencer?
Did someone forget to check the chlorine?
Lassie, I'm going to need to borrow your flashlight.
- Well? - Well, what?
Well, don't you think you owe me an apology?
You know what? You're right.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for expecting a little bit of honesty out of you.
- Oh, we're still on that? - Still on what?
Hey, guys, what's going on?
Okay, fine. I am seeing Shawn.
We have been dating a while. We kept it from you.
- Does that make you happy? - Happy's not the word.
I think we need to see the chief.
Oh, okay, so now you want to tell on us.
Actually, O'Hara, we need to see the chief
about getting me a new partner...
One I can trust.
No.
- No? - N-capital O.
Carlton, I'm not reassigning you.
We have a big murder case here.
Why would you even ask such a thing?
- Why don't you ask her? - Oh.
Whatever you do, don't hook her up to a polygraph machine,
because you're not gonna get anywhere.
You hooked her up to a lie detector,
and you want the new partner?
Chief, there is something I need to come clean about.
Oh, you're gonna come clean to her?
Wait, does it affect your ability to do your job
- right now? - No.
Then why do you think that I would want to know?
What I do want is for the two of you
to work out whatever silliness is going on
between the two of you.
I've got a briefing to give.
The victim was Annabeth York, 31,
a member
of Ambassador Fanshawe's technical staff.
Now, she'd been staying in the Santa Barbara area,
working with a diplomatic team
on behalf of a jailed British exchange student,
Colin Hennessey,
accused of strangling
his then-girlfriend, Sarah Peele,
based on witness testimony of seeing him driving his car,
a 2010 red Chevy Cruze, from the scene of the crime.
Now, stay with me because now it gets good.
Ten days ago, Miss York successfully located
another witness putting Mr. Hennessey
far from the crime, giving him an alibi
and earning him his release
and the dropping of all charges.
Now, the party was a farewell to the ambassador
and a thank-you for the clearing of an innocent man.
This case was brought to our attention
by perhaps the most impressive bit of premonition yet
from Mr. Spencer here.
He not only knew the address,
but the initial location,
the jewelry that the victim was wearing,
and also that the party punch was a bit skunky.
So, Mr. Spencer,
strong work.
Do we have a suspect?
Security chased an intruder from an upstairs window.
Apparently the intruder escaped via the backyard.
That wasn't the guy.
That was probably just a paparazzi.
- Or a raccoon. - Though a raccoon
with video camera would be an ideal suspect.
Hmm.
- A quick word. - No, thanks.
- Can Gus come? - I don't want to come.
- Shawn. - Miss York was highly trusted,
despite being the lowest-ranking member of the diplomatic team.
Come on, dad.
I wanted to hear the rest of that briefing,
see how it ended.
You were in that house, weren't you?
I may have been under the bed.
I had to hide from the guards. That's where I saw the girl.
- You broke in. - I snuck in.
You crashed a diplomat's party.
I was only there to steal Darth Vader from his kid's room.
Kid, you're gonna get caught.
You're gonna blow your whole psychic thing,
and you're gonna become the prime suspect.
Was highly trusted, despite being the lowest-ranking member
of the diplomatic team.
I am sensing the victim.
She was wearing new earrings, glittery gown, sleeveless.
Here's my question.
If this is such a major international incident
that the ambassador flew in and rented a house
in Santa Barbara to oversee the whole thing,
then why was it passed off
to the lowest-ranking member of his staff?
I think the ambassador was having an affair
with the victim.
Come to visit the stiffs?
What? No.
It's okay. I understand your fascination.
It's completely natural.
The urge to comb their hair,
- try on their jewelry. - Woody.
Woody, I snuck in here
to take a peek at your preliminary report
before you present to the other cops tomorrow.
You didn't kill her, did you?
No. My son needs my help.
I think he might have bit off a bit too much this time.
You don't have to tell me. I know Gus well.
- Shawn. - Him too.
Never thought of them as brothers, though.
Bit of a game-changer, I'll tell you that.
Look, he's in a pinch.
He needs to solve this case first.
Say no more.
The problem, Shawn, is that we know they were hooking up,
but without access to the ambassador, we're stuck.
What do you mean you'll handle it?
No.
You need to pick a side.
She has little to no defensive wounds.
- So she knew her attacker? - Or she paid somebody
to murder her.
Now that I say that out loud, I like your theory better.
But that's not even the big reveal.
She was strangled in a very similar fashion--
Why is there a second autopsy report here?
I remember the identical circumstances occurring
in that student's murder last year.
- They accused a Brit. - Colin Hennessey.
That's the case this woman was working on.
I know, right? I pulled out the report.
The strangulation marks are a match.
So these murders were committed by the same person?
I was thinking replicate robots,
but now that I say it out loud, I like your idea better.
I may even have a print on the body.
Woody, favor.
Does it involve sleeping over night in the cooler?
- No. - Then anything.
Don't hurry.
I never do.
So it's someone that was here now and last May 16th?
Yeah, yeah. If Woody is right.
Did you get back into the ambassador's house yet?
Yeah, I'm negotiating this now.
Bye.
I'm not apologizing to him.
Fine. You apologize.
I've nothing to apologize for.
You begged to borrow my telescoping vader,
then refused to return it.
I can't even find the stupid toy.
Yeah, that's right you can't.
You want to know why? You don't want to know why.
Justin, your good pal Mason here takes off for England
- on Friday. - I'm going back to New York,
you moron.
The embassy is in New York.
If we were in England, we wouldn't be ambassadors,
you twit.
- Let me hit him. - Right in the face.
Yes, that's what I'm talking about.
Hit him in the face. Wait.
- What? - Can't.
I don't think immunity works in that direction.
Can we go now?
I don't want him to be my friend anyway.
I just wanted to use his pool.
Oh, well, you'll never use it now.
Yes, I will, because I'm gonna become friends
with the next family that rents that place.
And then I'm going to practically live in that pool.
Well, I'm going to go pee in it.
Don't forget to sit down when you do it, you girl.
Have fun swimming in my pee.
Okay, no one's peeing in anything.
Except for you in your bed, you wanker.
Okay, that's it. I'm gonna beat your pompous--
- You can't. No. - What?
Gus, we can't argue like this
with children.
I called us all together because we need to have a summit,
like gentlemen.
We need to do it in your kitchen, Mason.
We need to do it before your dad gets he.
- Whoa, why my house? - Because you're the one
- that started all this. - By stealing my stuff.
I didn't even like it.
The new Star Wars movies
are way better than the older ones, anyway.
- Whoa. - No, it's not. Whatever.
We are dealing with a crazy person.
I told you this wasn't gonna work.
You stole a key from a kid?
Come on, Gus, that was no kid.
It's the product of centuries of inbreeding.
Do I hear potato chips?
I think they're called "crisps" in this house, Gus.
And, yes, you do.
You raided the mini fridge again?
Be reasonable. Chips don't go in the fridge.
But this can of Sprite Zero does.
Dude, put it away.
Hmm.
What have we here?
Accused of strangling his then-girlfriend, Sarah Peele.
So it was someone who was here now and last May 16th?
Yeah, yeah, if Woody is right.
Hmm.
Randa, I've come to a decision.
I've decided that I'm going to tell the truth.
I'm going to come clean.
Admitting an affair to the American police
will cause them to investigate you.
Everyone knows that my wife and I were split
way before my appointment.
Look, I've got nothing to hide.
You're too trusting.
If you don't listen to me, Richard,
you will be brought down for this.
Not unless we can find someone to be on our side,
someone like that psychic
who can find the truth for us.
Are you listening to yourself?
Oh, come on, don't tell me you weren't mesmerized
by that mind-boggling display.
I mean, I nearly got up and cheered myself.
Shawn, I know what you're thinking.
No.
No. No.
Spirits are stirring. I sense I was needed.
We've had just about enough of you, Mr. Spencer.
- Let's go, Shawn. - I was drawn here.
I don't know why.
Please, help me find out.
Shall I ring the police?
Oh.
Well, that...is astounding.
Please, come in.
I'd like to hire you.
- You can't do that. - Why?
- We think you did it. - We do not.
- We did before. - Dude, that was,
- like, half an hour ago. - Why did we change our mind?
Ambassador, last May 16th, you were in a strange
and fantastical place called Zoo-rich.
- Zurich. - So there's absolutely no way
you could have killed Sarah Peele.
Of course I didn't.
I'm also sensing that you cared deeply for Annabeth.
We are paid
by the Santa Barbara Police Department, Shawn.
Ambassador, go ahead.
Tell him about all the benefits
that go along with working for you--state dinners,
beer pong with Prince Harry,
manscaping with Charles,
coral reef bombing with the Queen...
I think you're mistaken.
Am I? Oh.
I was under the impression
that there would be some kind of diplomatic immunity.
Oh, I see. Well, no, it's true
that all members of my staff are permitted
limited powers of immunity.
- Can I rob a bank? - No.
- Can I print my own money? - No.
Can you introduce me to Harry Potter?
Fictional character.
Can I urinate on a public bus?
- Would you want to? - Maybe.
- Shawn. - Depends on the bus company.
Can I drive 180 miles per hour?
Look, I think this is all a big mistake.
You know what? Scratch that.
The Blueberry can only do, what, 60?
All right, I'll get you a list of exceptions.
Cheers. You're hired.
Good enough for me.
Dude, I just got us diplomatic immunity.
What do you want to steal?
Okay.
Why do you need us, Mr. Ambassador?
Look, Annabeth was trying to contact me
the night of the party.
Did she say what she wanted?
Only that it was about the case,
that it was urgent.
She sent me a cryptic text. Here...
"The witnesses were right."
Right about what?
She'd just proven they were wrong.
Ambassador, I'll need a moment to evaluate your wood.
- Here you go. - Oh. Thank you.
Oh.
Where are your shoes?
Is that your British accent?
Where are you getting your accents from?
- I don't know. - All the usual places I guess--
Peter Pan, Geico Gecko, Phineas and Ferb's granddad.
Is there any of them that don't come
from animated characters?
Not really. Does Russell Brand count?
Guys, seriously.
The shoes-- where are they?
Why? I don't keep my shoes here.
They weren't just shoes.
- The murderer was in the room. - When?
When the guards came in and chased away the intruder.
I thought the killer was the intruder.
No. No, no. No.
Just--he intruder has nothing to do with the murder.
Forget about him... or her, or it,
if it's transgender.
He means the killer was a guest at the party.
If they moved the body without anyone seeing,
they were probably the last to leave.
Who was that?
I know I left my jacket on the chair.
God, I had my wallet in the pocket.
Colin Hennessey-- a 2010 red Chevy Cruze.
Colin Hennessey.
The kid Annabeth just cleared of murdering his girlfriend?
"The witnesses were right"
the first time implies she knew he was guilty.
So he had to kill her before she could tell anyone else.
Ambassador, we'll need an address.
What are you doing?
Immunity doesn't cover trespassing, Shawn.
Spencer, get back out here.
You guys stay out there.
That's too sticky.
I'm gonna kill him.
This time, I swear to God, I'm really gonna kill him.
Carlton, you're not gonna kill anyone.
I might.
- May I help you? - Colin.
Colin is a 21-year-old university student.
Ah, so you're not him.
We're his host family. What are you doing in my home?
Well, I work for Ambassador Fanshawe,
and I have diplomatic immunity.
- So do I. - Really?
They just hand that out like Halloween candy, huh?
I'm his Public Affairs officer.
And immunity
is a very limited scope of powers.
Maybe for you.
I pretty much have the full monty.
- S.B.P.D. - May we please come in, sir?
We need to ask Colin a few questions.
Yes, of course. Is he in some sort of trouble?
Well, he was the last guest to leave
the ambassador's party the other night,
and we have reason to believe the victim's body
was moved late in the evening.
We also have evidence that Annabeth York
had new information regarding his case.
- We do? - I didn't tell you that?
Yeah.
Yeah, I divined that she was killed
because she was very close to identifying the murderer.
Thanks for sharing, Spencer.
Man, you really put the "me" in team.
Colin has been a model guest in our home.
He's just resumed classes today.
I thought this awful matter was over.
It is. We just got a fingerprint off the body--
and a match, and we're going to make an arrest.
Thanks for your time.
This is preposterous.
Look, I am strongly sensing it's not her.
Her DNA was all over the body.
And she immediately invoked immunity.
You'd use it if you could get it.
It's more addictive than little crack nuggets.
And House Hunters International.
Why don't you let us talk to her, alone?
You moved the body?
- I did it for you. - God.
My job is to protect you,
and I-I thought that you killed her.
I mean, it-- it was your bedroom, Richard.
Look, I'll do everything I can,
but your immunity's not gonna help you.
I mean, the mission are gonna back the Americans on this one.
That woman wears loyalty like a micro mini skirt.
What?
That woman wears loyalty
- like a mi-- - Wait a minute.
From his host family who've stood
by him this whole time.
There's no way she could have been in two places at once.
I think we had the right killer all along.
- You can thank us later. - Especially me.
That's it. That's it.
You're not driving anymore.
Oh, come on, Gus. We've almost solved the case.
We got to enjoy immunity before it's gone.
That's your idea of fun?
You know what? You're right. It's strangely empty.
Maybe we need to amp up thrill.
Let's just go, Shawn. We're not gonna find him here.
Gus, don't be the mystery mouseketool.
Hey, freeze!
Shawn Spencer,
Her Majesty's Secret Service and S.B.P.D.!
He's getting away.
Gus, help me figure out which one of these cars
- to commandeer. - What?
Whoa!
What is that?
These are my diplomat papers.
That is a Whichwich Sandwich stamp card.
That's my Whichwich stamp card.
Whichwich is 90 miles away.
- It doesn't matter, Shawn. - It is the back of a stamp card
that says, "You work for me." Signed, Richard Fanshawe.
And I don't think I need to tell you who he is.
- Yes, you do. - He's an ambassador, Jack,
which means I could kill you right now
and no one can say a word, especially you,
'cause you'd be dead.
Now, I'm not gonna do it,
'cause I don't want to do the Queen that way,
not after all the messes Prince Andrew's gotten us into.
Come on, man, just turn the engine back on.
- Let's go get him. - The engine is on.
Really? These Priuses are super quiet.
I am not giving you my car.
Hold up!
If you're so innocent, then why did you run?
I spent four months in jail wrongly accused.
I got scared.
We just wanted to talk to you, dude.
Then why were you shouting, "I'll shoot you
repeatedly in the skull when I catch you"?
That was me. I was gonna shoot him.
Only I don't have a gun.
It's just a stress-relief fantasy that I have.
- It's perfectly normal. - No, it's not.
Free to go.
- Thank you. - Not you, him.
47 violations, and you never even made it into a car--
Solid work, Spencer.
I have two words for you, Lassie.
Diplomatic immunity.
What, am I saying this wrong?
The guy from Lethal Weapon 2 was not Russian, Shawn.
It's been revoked.
Just got that from the ambassador.
In my defense, I never received the pamphlet
outlining the limitations.
All I know is what I saw in an old Chips episode.
This isn't about your antics at the college.
I think he was a tad more upset about this.
So, psychic...
please explain.
This...
is not me.
Shawn.
When Lassiter showed me the picture,
I said, "Where did you get that picture of Shawn?"
Look, I wish it were me, if I'm being honest.
The guy looks great in a suit.
The head's all wrong.
And his hair has a counter-clockwise trend to it.
Mine's always grown northern hemisphere.
- I don't see it. - South African.
The Lethal Weapon 2 guys are South African.
And this...
is not me.
Mm.
I guess there's just one way to settle this.
Okay, really? Jules, come on.
Will you tell him to please stop this?
Why?
Because it's wrong. That's why.
Look, sure, I look a lot like this guy.
But it--it's a fax.
It's blurry. It's from the side.
Who would even send this picture?
I'm sorry, Shawn. You're on your own with this.
First question--
What is your name?
There is a murderer on the loose.
That is not your name.
Shawn Spencer.
Truth. We're off to a good start.
Where were you the night of the party?
Let's see, uh...
I talked with Gus...
Played some video games.
Yeah, we were--we were talking a little Star Wars.
Look, Lassie, we both know what this is about.
This is about me and Juliet.
Answer only my questions, please.
Yes, we're together.
- You hate it. I get it. - Spencer.
I can't help it, man. I've been fighting
- this thing for years. - Spencer, stop.
- It's not just gonna go away. - Stop.
You're gonna have to deal
with the fact that I love her, okay?
- All right. - Can I get out of here?
I've just about solved this case.
- One more question. - If it will make you happy.
I think it will.
Are you psychic?
Excuse me?
Are you, Shawn Spencer, psychic?
You have to answer that one, Shawn.
Yes.
No deception indicated.
Just h-hold it. I repeat, are you psychic?
- Yes, I am. - A person of psychic ability?
- I am. - With the ability to see
- into the future? - I am. I'm so psychic,
I can't even believe it. Want to try it in Spanish?
Si. Mucho clarividente.
Estoy sin piernas.
You just said that you were legless.
You're legless. This is not me.
This is a guy with similar hair
and no idea how to style it.
Okay, I think we've heard about enough of this, Carlton.
Oh, and I know who killed that woman,
if anyone's interested.
The least you could is give us an explanation.
You wouldn't need one if you'd keep your criminals
in the cell a little longer.
What's going on, guys?
Why don't you tell me, Colin?
The photo that was faxed to the ambassador
came from this house, which got me to thinking,
"Who stands to benefit the most from discrediting me?"
The correct answer is the killer.
Annabeth was my savior.
She found the witness that cleared me.
Why would I do anything to harm her?
Maybe she realized she was wrong
and you actually were guilty.
But she wasn't wrong, was she?
What are you doing here?
Charles are old friends.
I see you!
I sense you, Wignall,
at the party, in the closet,
hiding after you strangled Annabeth York.
Annabeth came to you at the party.
She had news, but couldn't get a hold of the ambassador.
Sent me a cryptic text.
"The witnesses were right."
She had to tell someone she knew,
someone she worked with, perhaps an old friend.
Unfortunately, you realized that she was very close
to discovering that Colin was imprisoned
for doing something that you were guilty of.
You had to kill her to keep her quiet.
Charles, tell me that isn't true.
I didn't.
Annabeth knew the witnesses were right about the car.
They were just wrong about the driver.
You had access to Colin's keys.
And you had a creepy fascination with his girlfriend.
I barely knew who she was.
Well, that's not true.
Sarah mentioned that you'd called her on her mobile
more than once.
Eventually she wouldn't come over here.
She always wanted to meet at her place.
I didn't know why, but now it makes sense.
Don't start pointing the finger at me
because of this lunatic, who's clearly a fake.
Oh.
I am sensing that you, Colin, misplaced
a collection of voyeuristic photos.
- But... - Wait.
Luckily, Mrs. Wignall found them
for you.
Spiritual correction incoming.
Are these even yours?
- I've never seen these before. - Are you sure?
I'm in them.
It's very easy to mistake someone in a photo.
Look, that's my shirt.
Well...
If they're not yours, then who could they possibly--
Oh.
I'm getting something very dark and very "wignallian."
Richard, tell them.
Look, you've had your issues with young women before.
You, sir, strangled Annabeth York,
and, you, sir, strangled Sarah Peele.
She was a liar--
a mad, little...
I don't have to stand for this questioning.
I work with the ambassador, and you know what that means.
- I've got dip-- - Keep your mouth shut.
You're fired.
Sir, put your hands behind your back.
I know how you know.
So you're pleading guilty, then?
Now, you're absolutely sure I can't hold on to my title,
just till April 16th?
You still have to pay taxes, you know, Shawn.
Yeah, but I can pay British taxes,
which are probably way cheaper, right?
Oh, you really don't know anything about the U.K., do you?
Just the good stuff-- Morrissey, Gwyneth Paltrow,
- leprechauns... - I'm gonna miss you, Shawn.
Oh, you know, you ever need me at the embassy,
- I'm right here. - That's never gonna happen.
Thank you.
Ambassador, I have-- I have one last vision.
It's about your son.
He's in danger, I'm afraid-- serious danger
of, well, becoming a real a-hole.
Well, you don't have to be a psychic
to know that, but thank you.
I appreciate it.
Mm. Ooh.
Yes.
You Americans are so emotional.
- Um, could you bring the bags? - Of course.
Should we talk about what happened yesterday?
No. No, no.
Not really.
Spencer, may I have a word?
O'Hara.
What-- Oh, come on, Lassie,
we're not really gonna do this again, are we?
I've known you for six years, Spencer.
I know your act.
You do your little dance,
you beat polygraph machines.
You always manage to guess the right culprit
after missing the first four or five times.
You whip that hair around
and fall over every reasonable girl
that Guster hasn't unsuccessfully hit on already.
And now you've made your way to O'Hara.
What--oh, come on. It's not like that.
When I first met you,
you outed my relationship with my former partner--
a girl I really liked, by the way.
Got her transferred.
That doesn't matter now.
My point is...
If you don't treat O'Hara with the respect she deserves
or if you hurt her in any way,
I will discharge my pistol.
You're saying you'll shoot me?
Repeatedly.
The answer is...
No.
Wrong again.
Shawn, I knew you were lying.
You have to believe the lie.
Don't sweat. Feel your heart.
Dad, this--this feels a little unethical.
Trust me, Shawn, there will come a day,
unfortunately, when this might be necessary.
Perhaps you'll be working undercover...
But most likely not.
Now, answer the question again, but this time, first...
breathe.
No.
Perfect.
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