- Previously on Psych... - We were quite a team.
Back in those days,
honor and respect for the badge meant something.
You took an oath, Jack.
We had no choice. The job was all we had.
You had a choice.
There are still plenty of good cops on the force,
and they put their lives on the line every day
for all the right reasons.
It's just not my game anymore.
Oh, my God.
Oh, you know, 50 grand was a lot back then.
I didn't tell you how much they were gettin' paid.
It's not too late to do the right thing, Jerry.
I'm sorry, Henry.
Jerry, no!
Dad.
Talk to me. Come on, talk to me!
What are you doing? Go get him.
No, no, no. I got you. I got you.
All right, just stay calm, okay? I'm pretty sure, like,
90% of gunshot wounds are psychological,
here's the good news, the body is actually designed
- for this sort of thing. - Uh, no, it's not.
I'm just saying, it's important for him
to keep moving, you know, maybe walk it off.
This isn't serious. This isn't like having appendicitis.
- We're taking him to surgery. - Okay, great. That's great.
Where do I stand? Where-- Do I need to wash up?
Look, my hands are crazy clean. Look.
I had one of those Dorito tacos from Taco Bell about an hour--
What are you telling me? I stay here?
Okay, good call. I'll man--I'll man the hallway.
You got to save him, that's my dad!
Look, I know I haven't always been great.
Holy crap, am I actually giving this speech?
Let's just skip to the end, okay?
I appreciate what you do...
Not always how you do it, but, you know...
what you do is good.
And I just--I don't think now is a good time for you to go,
okay?
That's all.
And I love your...
French toast.
I came as soon as I heard. I am so sorry.
I brought a six-footer.
Woody, what are you--? Whoa, look. He--
Oh, awkward.
I'll come back, uh, later.
Hey!
Chelsea?
Hol--wha--what? I-I-I haven't seen you
since you followed my dad to that resort.
- Mm-hmm. - What are you--
- Uh, do you work here? - Nope. Just trollin'.
How's that sexy dad of yours?
He got shot in the chest.
Oh, I feel terrible. I never called him.
No, you did. You called him many times--many, many times,
and then he changed his number...
not because of you, though.
I think he was going through some of his own--
Yeah, he thought you were great.
Shawn, I know what you're thinking.
I'm not sure you do.
You're in shock. You're delirious.
You've been awake for 36 hours.
The worst possible thing you could do
is get involved with this case.
Please tell me you'll sit this one out.
You're right-- I am delirious.
Gus is coming by in an hour to pick me up.
I'm gonna try to get some sleep.
Clearly nothing I can do here.
All right.
Shawn, just tell me what you need.
- I'm a little hungry. - Me too. How about--
- Mole tacos. - That's scary.
I'm in. There's one thing I'd like to do
- before we eat, though. - What's that?
Let's go catch the son of a bitch who shot my dad.
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♪ 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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- Where are the cops? - They're done.
We're just getting started.
Whoa, whoa. Okay, Shawn, defying Juliet is one thing,
but this is a high-profile case.
- A cop was shot. - No, Gus, a cop was not shot.
- My dad was shot. - I know this, Shawn.
If you want out, just say the word now.
I'm in, Shawn. I'm obviously in.
Let's do this.
That's the spirit.
- I'm out! I'm so out! - Sorry. You can't be out.
- You just offered me an out. - Yeah, and you didn't take it.
It's a nice house.
Too nice.
I mean, there's a lot more money here
than the 50 grand he took under the table...
from the Blue Derby.
Our friend Jerry is knee-deep into something bigger, Gus.
I mean, he's into some serious wealth here.
We're not just talking about some bad cop
who was on the take once 20 years ago.
It takes money to disappear, Gus.
He hasn't touched his cash. He hasn't touched his ATM.
- So? - So...
- It means somebody's helping him. - I think
maybe you're the one that needs help right now, Shawn.
Oh, yeah? I think maybe you're the one that needs help!
You're kind of scaring me, Shawn.
I tend to agree on the mental-health angle
Juliet is playing right now.
All right, fine, Gus. I'm gonna offer you
- your second out. - I'm out.
- What? - I'm out.
- You can't take the second out! - Why not?
Because it's a courtesy out. It's perfunctory.
You have to turn it down first.
How many rules do these outs have?
A bunch. I don't even know all of 'em.
Oh--
really?
Shh.
What are we gonna do if this is Carp?
Do you happen to have a gun?
When have I ever had a gun, Shawn?
All right, we simply tackle him,
because he's 118 years old.
What? No. The one thing we do know about this guy
is that he has does have a gun, and he likes to use it.
Do you think he'll be mad that I broke his figurine?
His figurine? You broke half his house.
- I want to use my out now. - All right, you can take it.
Thank you.
- I told you! I told you! - Damn it, Spencer.
I should have known.
- Shawn, you lied to me. - No, I didn't.
Gus thought it would be, uh, cathac--cath--
uh, cath-- What am I trying to say?
- Cathartic. - Don't make stuff up.
Healing if I came here and broke stuff--
- What? - Do you know what? It wasn't.
No, I did not. Since we were here,
I just wanted to make sure you guys didn't...
you know, miss anything.
This guy may be a cop-shooter, but he knows
how to put together a rumpus room.
No way!
This is an MK-367 land mine. It's Russian black market.
This is hands-down my favorite land mine.
It detonates not when you step on it, but when you step off.
Here, listen for the double-click.
Huh?
Sweet music. And then...
nothin' but red mist.
Carlton, stop playing with the evidence.
Shawn, you were never here.
Right. I'm sorry, you guys,
I don't-- I'm just a little--
I-I should go check on my dad.
- It's for my decorator. - Oh, my God.
This is so cool.
Wait. What? Hello? The--
doctor says my dad is showing slight improvement.
So why do you look unhappy?
Because it sounded like he said
his fiancee was helping out a lot.
Hey!
Why are we visiting an offensive establishment?
- Because Carp owns it. - No, he does not.
We saw his holdings in his file. The cops checked him out--
the same cops who told you to stay off this case.
He pays bills on this place, Gus.
It means he's connected, and if he's a silent partner,
what better place to hide out?
Now, come on, let's go shoot stuff.
Don't ever do that again, Shawn.
Jerry Carp is not hiding in the woman's bathroom, Shawn.
- A little subtlety, please? - Jerry Carp is not a man.
Can I help you, boys?
Well, I certainly hope so.
My name is Shawnaise.
This is my partner, Gurn Blandsten.
Strol.
We are entrepreneurs from Seattle.
We opened the first blow-dart party pound-up in Tukwila,
so, clearly, we know what we're doing.
We'd like to open one of these
- up there. - A gun range?
That's right, but for kids.
We'd like the same deal-- offensive stereotype logo,
whole shebang.
May we speak with the owner--Jerry?
Carp?
Well, he's not the owner, and he doesn't come around much.
- Oh, I see. - Hmm.
Well, may we speak with the owner?
- No. - Fair enough.
This is old and ridiculous. It won't do.
I beg your pardon?
I need something bigger, man. Maybe something semiautomatic--
something I can shoot a caribou with.
That's my dream-- not for sport,
just for their general superior attitude.
I wouldn't kill one. No, sir.
Just teach those cocky bastards a little humility
by grazing it in its horn.
Give me that. I want to talk to the owner.
Jack don't come out here unless there's a problem.
Really?
Please do not do this.
Screw you, angry birds!
Wolverine!
Aah!
Do not go boneless, Shawn.
I demand to speak with Jack!
Yeah, you're gonna have a hell of a wait.
Ain't no one gonna see Atwater for a while.
Whoa. Hold up, hold up.
Jack Atwater?
You know him?
- Jack! - Who are we chasing?
Jack Atwater--detective who used to work with my dad.
Yeah, I put him in jail. Last week.
And why is he gonna talk to us?
Why do you think, Gus? Anything he says to help out
means less time for him on the inside.
This guy tried to kill you last week.
Pretended to try and kill me. There's a difference.
Trust me--we need him.
All right, Jack, we're all ears.
Shawn, you got to believe me, I was just trying
to scare you off.
All right, I did a bad thing.
I tried to hide that Blue Derby business,
but I never thought Carp would shoot Henry. I didn't.
I told the D.A. I'll tell everything,
even before you came here.
If it makes me look better with the judge, so be it.
I just need to know where Carp is.
He's got a lot of friends, Shawn.
He don't need to go far.
- We got a shooter! - Down!
Prisoner is down. I repeat--Atwater's down.
I've never seen you like this.
Honestly, Jules, what have I done...
besides come up with some answers for this case,
and not charge you for them?
You are acting impulsively in a very dangerous way.
You don't see that this behavior is erratic?
And now our best witness is dead.
Look, whoever the shooter is, they were gonna kill Jack
whether we were there or not,
and, technically, I had an out.
The shooter's position was optimal.
It's obviously someone who knew the area, knew the pickup time.
I'm guessing local.
Took that shot at 150 yards in a crosswind.
There's only a few people in town
who can make something like that,
and, well, I'm standing here.
Nicely done, all.
I mean, Mr. Guster,
you subsequently complimented and then sold out your friend,
and, Carlton, you just complimented yourself
on your shooting abilities,
and, O'Hara, you just implicated yourself
in having knowledge of Spencer's wrongdoings.
In my defense, chief, I am that good,
and there's an anatomically correct trophy
over my toilet that confirms that fact.
Clear the room, now.
Yes, ma'am.
But not you, Shawn.
There is nothing more dangerous
than having an investigator who is emotionally involved.
You sure about that?
How about a raccoon with a discarded malaria sample?
And I'd be crazy to tell you to go after Jerry Carp.
- Yeah, I know that, chief. - No, you don't.
See, I would be absolutely crazy to tell you,
the closest thing that we have to a sure thing,
to go out there and find this dirty son of a bitch.
What are you saying, chief?
You are not to go after Carp...
and we never had this conversation.
We did.
We didn't.
Shawn, when we were thrown out of here,
what part of "banned for life" did you misinterpret?
All of it. I accept the fact that Shawn Spencer
has been banned for life, however...
Soupcan Sam has no such restrictions.
No, no, no, Shawn.
Not only do these people have guns,
they hand them out to other people
who hate you for ruining their "Rules and Regulations" sign.
You're not going in there with your worst disguise.
Are you kidding me? This is my best disguise,
second only to jaundice Jimmy, which I would have gone with
if you hadn't eaten all the yellow mustard.
- Did you make yourself corn dogs? - No.
I rest my case.
I'm just gonna go in there,
act like I need to use the can,
maybe give myself a little bum bath--
you know, "splash, splash, cheek, cheek," then call it.
- Shawn-- - Look, bottom line...
I need to see that hall-of-fame board.
Took the shot at 150 yards in a crosswind.
There's only a few people in town who can make that shot.
- A gun range? - That's right, but for kids.
Would you like to see my heinie?
Oh, my gosh. You look like the bird lady from Mary Poppins.
I can't let you go in there alone.
Gus, I have one beard--one.
What do you suggest we do?
Uh, $10, 4 chairs...
clean whistle... help myself.
What the hell voice is that?
That's my delivery man, Satchel--Satchel Gizmo.
He's likeable, so everyone let's him into places.
He's indecipherable and constipated.
- That's a part of his charm. - His charm is that
- he's all stopped up? - He's been married nine times.
How much backstory did you come up with for this guy?
Oh, right.
Lassie wasn't kidding. He is that good.
Our friend Jerry is knee-deep into something bigger, Gus.
We're not just talking about some bad cop
who was on the take once 20 years ago.
What are you boys doin' back here?
Hey, pop.
He's not talking yet.
That's one of the last things to come back,
so he's writing to communicate.
He's not far from out of the woods,
but he's coming along really well,
thanks to his remarkable little lady here.
I've just been keeping on talking,
just keepin' him away from that white light.
Just talk and talk.
You know, it's just like this. It keeps him awake.
I will not. Stop it.
- Gus, seriously? - He's not gonna eat it, Shawn.
Listen, pop, I know who Jack's shooter is.
He's an old friend of Carp's named James Earl Vest.
Yeah? Do you know who?
He's a cop. Still on the force?
No.
He's a private security guy.
All right, we, uh--any idea who he's working for?
- "Feed Everyone." - You got it.
He didn't mean it like that, Gus.
You don't know what he meant, Shawn.
You hang in there. We're on this.
Oh...
Look at you, all springy and new.
I hope you're ready for the sponge bath of a lifetime.
Spread the word.
Lovely.
Vest left the force, not by choice, I might add.
Now he heads up security for Julian Drake,
whose book title you used as justification to steal food
from a man on life support.
Why would you give cake to a man who has feeding tubes?
There he is.
That's him. That's Vest, the bald guy.
Dollars for doughnuts, that's the sniper
that killed Jack Atwater.
What's the plan?
Push our way to the front, disarm him,
force him to turn over Carp, possibly involve pepper spray.
Can we do something a little more subtle?
Fine.
- Thank you so much for coming. - Thanks.
- You want this signed? - Yes, please.
- This isn't my book. - Oh, really? My mistake.
This is Everyone Poops.
Except my girlfriend.
Would you make it out to "Shawn," anyway?
"Shawn," the guy who's gonna bring down Jerry Carp.
- Jerry-- - Sir, can we have a word?
Yeah, in a minute. Could you also add
that I know who killed Jack Atwater as well?
I apologize for the long inscription,
but trust me, it's gonna be way more powerful this way.
- I'm confused. - It's not about you, sir.
And let me just say, I really like your initiative
to nourish the victims of war.
- Thank you. - Atwater with an "A"...
- k-i-l-l-e-d Atwater. - That's about enough.
Why? What are you gonna do?
You gonna shoot me with your long-range rifle?
Isn't that your move?
Or you gonna do it point-blank style like your buddy Jerry?
Sir, we're gonna have to talk about this outside.
We're outmanned here, Shawn.
Please, these guys are like Buckingham Palace guards, Gus.
They can't even lay a finger on us.
Aaah!
See you soon.
Get in line.
Shawn, you can't duck me forever.
This is crazy. You are crazy. You need to stop.
We are in way over our heads.
We have redefined the words "over our heads."
"Over Our Heads," great title for a movie
about two short guys who pretend to be one tall guy
in order to get a basketball scholarship.
Gus, would you relax? Okay?
We just needed to stir up the hornet's nest a bit.
Carp is gonna make a move,
and I made jerk chicken apology nachos.
I'm listening, but only until I finish eating.
Uh, uh, wait a beat. They're piping hot.
Look, we need to flush him out, right?
And what do we know? Well, for one, we know--
Uh, did you hear that?
Yes, I did.
- Is that the sound of-- - Carp's land mine?
Yes, it is, Gus.
Shawn is going to be just fine--I'm sure of it.
Then why do you have two body bags tucked under your arm?
No reason, dear. No reason at all.
What if I grab them?
Then we'll die.
Uh, we're gonna die anyway, Shawn.
Okay, listen carefully.
In a few moments, my men will be coming in to freeze the device.
Once that's been accomplished,
our mobile disposal unit will enter to remove it.
It is important that you do not move.
Do you see the removal unit?
No...
But we do see Johnny 5 from the Short Circuit movies.
Just guide us to the general vicinity, and we'll take over.
Okay, fine.
Go straight.
Just keep going straight.
Slow down. Now turn.
No, no, no. The other way.
Stop, clamp, and spin.
I'm not sure this is the correct position.
Clamp and spin, damn it!
Device disarmed, performing extraction.
We have cleared the building, prepping for disposal.
Defused and secure-- all clear.
- Oh. Oh! - Jelly legs!
I wonder if their buns are glazed.
Jules, why are you so worried?
Shawn, you're lucky they were able to defuse that thing.
Now that Carp has gone after you and your dad,
I'm worried you're gonna go all Mel Gibson from that movie.
Look, the similarities between me and Mel's character
end with his washboard abs and the fact
that I have a black partner who mumbles a lot.
I am off this case, okay? Relax.
In fact, I'm about to have
a nice breakfast with Gus right now.
I'll call you later. Big, fat kisses.
Shawn, you know this isn't Jethro's,
home of the deep-fried doughnut burger.
In fact, this is the warehouse for Feed Everyone.
Uh, I'm sorry, Gus. This is my mistake.
But, uh, since we're here...
might as well take a look around.
What?
Mm-mm. Nope. Nope. Nope.
I want to use my out now.
You'd be wise to hold on to it, Gus.
Remember when the judges on American Idol used the save
on that blind pianist who looked like Bruce Hornsby?
Scott MacIntyre wasn't saved.
Well, he should have been.
The man sang like a sightless angel.
Shawn, I'm pretty sure there are extra laws
against breaking into a charity.
Not when said charity is the headquarters for the guy
who just tried to kill you.
I thought Carp was the guy going after us.
He is.
Vest must be his triggerman.
He had him pop Jack before he could squeal,
and then tried to do the same thing to us.
Here, give me my break-in brick.
I'm not lifting a finger until I get some nourishment.
The only thing I've had since those nachos last night
is a box of pop-tarts and a moons over my hammy.
Fine. Here, have some, uh-- have some tuna.
That would be like taking food out of poor people's mouths,
- Shawn. - They also have peaches.
Oh, I'll eat me some peaches.
Come on.
There's another crate in here.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Break enough glass today?
That dirty, filthy son of a bitch.
I really like your initiative to nourish the victims of war.
Thank you.
Drake's not supplying food to war-torn regions.
He's supplying weapons.
No wonder the guy is so rich.
He takes people's donations, uses 'em to buy guns,
- sells 'em off to warlords. - Warlords?
Using the access he has from his charity.
- I'm sick to my stomach. - Yeah, I know, Gus.
This is about as sleazy as it gets.
No, I'm really sick toy stomach.
I think these peaches are rotten.
Then stop eating them.
I bet you anything Drake's the one who's protecting Carp.
Why? Because Carp provides him with his weapons.
How? Through he and Jack's business.
They just swapped 'em out, make 'em untraceable.
- Can I help you, boys? - Well, I certainly hope so.
We find Drake, we find Carp.
You made a major mistake.
Well, so have you, man.
Wearing loafers with white socks is a serious no-no.
Freeze!
No, you freeze.
Well, look at this.
It seems we have ourselves a little Mexican standoff.
It would only be a Mexican standoff, Shawn,
if you were pointing a gun at Lassie.
- How does that make it Mexican? - I don't know.
Watch it, Mack.
I will throw this cup of rotten peaches
directly at your face as hard as I can.
I'm FBI.
Bull.
Have a look for yourself. Check my front pocket.
- Guster, check it. - What?
Check it!
It's all right, man. I got you.
The blazer!
Why would you go low?
- How was I supposed to-- - Just check it!
Put your gun down.
Why would you go low?
Do you have any idea how long I've been working undercover
- for Julian Drake? - And I assure you,
had they known that you were on the job,
- they would have backed off. - Mm.
It's taken us six months to get a handle on his operations.
Seriously?
It took me all of three hours.
Please, like you know anything.
I know Julian Drake runs a phony charity
as a front for his arms business--
arms that are being supplied by a Jerry Carp.
Carp is currently being protected by Drake
somewhere in Santa Barbara right now.
How am I doin' so far?
Jerry Carp's a low-level player.
- We don't give a damn about him. - Well, I don't give a damn
about your soft, peachy, Anthony Michael Hall-ish face!
- Take a breath. - What is the point of his face?
Chief, please tell me we're not gonna listen to that thing.
We don't have a choice.
The FBI now has jurisdiction here.
Okay, so no one-- I repeat--
no one associated with this department
can now go after Carp or Drake. Is that clear?
You're going after him, aren't you?
Come on, Jules, what do you want from me?
Honesty would be a good start. I am trying to help you.
Oh, yeah? Then help me find this guy.
You know I can't do that.
Look, I'm worried about what could happen to you.
Look, if they fire me, they fire me.
That's not what I'm talking about, Shawn.
These are very dangerous people.
Look, I appreciate the concern, I do,
but I got to go.
Are you sure that chief vick said this was okay?
Gus, she simply could not have been any clearer.
There's Vest.
There's Julian.
Now we're just missing Carp.
Where are you, you son of a bitch?
I know you're in there somewhere.
Bingo.
We got him. We got him!
I'm guessing now is about the time you'd like to--
Use my out? Most definitely.
I was gonna say, "have some bacon."
There are two strips of very crisp bacon
that I brought for you in my bag.
Man, I ate those a half hour ago.
They were surprisingly crisp,
but what exactly is the plan here?
What do you think the plan is, man?
We're gonna barge in there. We're gonna bust Carp's ass.
And what about the three dudes on the deck
playing cards with Howitzers?
Would you stop overthinking this?
It's not going to work unless you have a sure-fire way
to take out three armed dudes, Shawn.
I tied it to the support beam.
What are you doing? You're acting like a madman.
- More like a lethal weapon. - What?
I'm about to take out this balcony.
What?
Shawn, this isn't gonna work!
Aaah!
- You hit a speed bump, huh? - Yeah.
Damn German engineering.
- Car's Japanese. - That's correct.
But, uh, the speed bump was made in Hamburg.
It's like a little mini Berlin Wall--old version.
- This is gonna take a while. - Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
So what's our next move?
There's no "our next move," Shawn.
I'm done helping you go after Carp.
What? What are you talking about?
- I didn't give you an out. - I don't care.
The only reason why we're not dead right now
is because their card game ended and they went back inside.
Juliet was definitely right about you.
What do you mean right about me? About what?
That you're too emotionally invested in this case
to be involved.
Look, I want nothing more than to bust Carp,
but we keep going on this crazy train,
we're gonna end up like the Blueberry.
Okay, fine, fine, fine! You want out? Then get out!
- Yes, I will, I will. - You get out!
On second thought, I'm out of here.
- Fine. - See ya!
See ya!
- Why aren't you leaving? - I don't have a ride.
Get in the car.
All right.
What are you doing here?
Just get in the car.
I hope you ate. We got a lot of work to do.
All right, Julian and one of the guards are out of the house.
Now's the time.
You want to go over the plan again?
Nope. No, I think I got it.
Look, I'm sorry this is as far as I can take you.
Lassie, you've already done enough to lose your job
and then some.
Plus, you got to think about Marlowe.
The fact that you guys still haven't, you know--
I'm not going to have that conversation with you.
Look, just-- if there's any surprises,
- get the hell out of there, okay? - No sweat.
Okay.
- Can I ask you something? - If you must.
Why are you helping me, really?
I figure, there was nothing on earth
that was going to stop you from going after your dad's shooter.
Right.
I'd do the same thing if I were in your shoes.
- And? - And what? That's it.
You care about me.
- Get out of the car. - Your heart hearts me.
- Seriously, get out of the car. - All right.
But if you just said it once aloud,
I promise you'd feel free.
I love you, man.
I...
love you.
Hello, ass face.
Oh!
What are you doing here?
I just picked up the Cranberry
and thought I'd swing by to make sure
you weren't doing something stupid.
What is the Cranberry?
It's the loaner I got from the shop,
which you're never touching, by the way.
It's the same car, but in maroon.
Greatest name ever.
I'm not letting you do whatever you're about to do.
You're gonna get yourself killed.
No, no, no. Don't worry.
Lassie helped me draw up a plan to get in there and nail Carp.
You're taking ideas from Lassie?
Man, you've really lost your mind.
Seriously, it's pretty sweet.
Here, check out that guard.
That was us.
Look, they ordered Chinese a little while ago.
We intercepted it, took it back to the Psych office,
laced it with vomiting agent called ipecac.
That's why there were random pieces of orange chicken
on your desk?
Oh, come on, Gus, tell me you didn't.
I'm sorry, this won't be pretty for you.
Look, man, I got to initiate phase two.
It involves luring the guards away from the house.
How?
Lassie planted some explosives over there in that area.
You're not ready for this.
The Cranberry!
Huh. I guess he put 'em over there.
Please tell me you have insurance on that thing.
I guess that's a "no."
- What was that? - Check it out.
Find out what's going on!
Evening, Jerry.
Shawn Spencer, I had a feeling you were coming.
I applaud you for your bravery.
Yeah, I wish I could return that compliment.
Come on, you're coming with me.
Now, why would I want to do something like--
Because if you don't, I will blow you away.
Now drop it.
Hey, that's my gun.
So you know it works.
Now move.
Think about this, Shawn. I got a lot of money.
Trust me, Jerry, you'll need every penny.
Dirty cops are all the rage at Lompoc.
That's enough of that.
Julian. I'll be damned.
This is the second Mexican standoff
I've been a part of today.
I'm not sure you know the proper meaning of that term.
Drop it.
You're making things very difficult for me lately.
- I'm a very busy man. - Oh, I know.
You've got donors to defraud and wars to worsen
and kittens to drown,
all while moving your operations to, uh...
Angola.
Yes, I found their government
to be a bit friendlier to people in my line of work.
Yeah, well, unless you're leaving in the next hour,
you're still totally screwed.
I'm betting there's a team of FBI agents
headed here right now.
Really? Did you tip them off?
No, but I know who did.
Does he look like that guy?
I'm afraid the cavalry isn't coming.
You're right.
I don't know what a Mexican standoff is.
Oh!
Hey!
I didn't think you had that in you.
Really?
The man's a writer... from England.
You know, Shawn, I used to think
you were different from your dad, but you're not.
You're both stubborn, and you're both stupid,
and you don't know when to quit.
I'll quit... when you're behind bars...
or dead.
I honestly don't have a preference at this point, Jerry.
Good-bye, Shawn.
Jules!
- Are you okay? - Never better.
How can I possibly thank you for this one?
Get down on your knees.
I kind of meant that rhetorically.
I've got the greatest girlfriend ever.
Jules...
I got to tell you, shooting Jerry Carp is easily
the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.
Well, I kind of figured the whole "couples massage
followed by a home-cooked meal" thing was a little played out.
Well...
So do you feel better now that you got Carp?
I certainly don't feel any worse.
Didn't make my dad any better.
Just remember, you're not going through this alone, okay?
So the next time you decide to risk your life,
remember that there's someone that loves you
who's worried sick.
I know.
Gus.
I kid, I kid.
"Oh, but I love you!"
Ugh!
- What is it? - My dad's doctor.
He says I need to get down there A.S.A.P.
What?
Hey, what's going on? Is he all right?
He's more than all right. His vitals have all stabilized.
He's gonna make it.
I was just telling the nice doctor here
that this tragedy has actually brought our family
closer together.
Wouldn't you agree, Juliet?
- Who is that? - I'll explain later.
I'm just about to remove his tubes.
He'll be able to speak momentarily.
Thank you for making our Shawn so happy.
You're welcome?
Oh.
Dad, speak.
Chelsea, you're a sweet girl
who probably has a lot to offer, but I'm a bit older than you
and in a different place in my life,
so I appreciate the support, but we should part our ways
and never, ever see each other again,
so please don't take this personally--it's me, not you.
But mostly you.
He's back.
Oh, pop-pop, let's make a baby.
I hear you. I just--I'm just sayin', pop,
I think you could do a lot worse than
a considerably younger blonde with boundless energy
who doesn't mind giving sponge baths.
Pass.
Listening to that cackle for the last two days
was worse than being shot.
It's shrill.
Well...
in any case, it's good to hear your voice again.
Thanks.
You know that you're an idiot for going after Carp like that?
- Of all the stupid, boneheaded-- - You know what?
I take back what I just said.
Nurse, can we get some more tubes in here?
They don't have to be fresh tubes.
Hey.
I'm just happy that you're safe.
Right back at you.
Yeah, you need to get some sleep.
Woody, he's sleeping.
For now.
I'll just hang out a bit.
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