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(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(HUMMING LOUDLY)
Sir,
I do not mean to be rude.
But these are the 23 seconds of peace that I get during my day.
Once those doors open, I'm on the go till my head hits the pillow.
And I need this time to check in with myself.
And get my head right. People are counting on me.
And so I ask you, respectfully,
not to intrude on my meditative state.
I was just going to tell you that you got some schmutz on your pants.
What? Yeah, it looks like you sat in bird guano.
Man!
Damn it, Guster. 10 minutes early is five minutes late.
Come with me, now! Yes, sir,
Mr. Latrek.
(PHONE RINGING)
Gus, the phone's ringing.
Gus, the phone is ringing.
Where is that guy?
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
Ah.
(GRUNTS)
Hello?
Hello, can you hear me? You've reached the offices of Psych.
(RINGING STOPS)
(SIGHS)
Oh, well.
That's on you, phone.
I need you to personally go over the last few months of data call reports,
correlate those with the weekly and monthly territory analyses.
Plus, I want you to rewrite evaluations for all the high prescribers in the region.
Schedules, nuances, peccadilloes of the support staff, et-cetera.
So we're all working with the same information for once.
Yes, sir. Mr. Latrek.
Can do. Look,
I know you've been with us 14 years
and have something like a 111 unclaimed vacation days.
I'd ask someone else to do this crap,
but I saw you first.
Thank you, sir. Get it to me by the end of the day.
But don't kill yourself.
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
Hey! (SCREAMS)
(GROANING)
I'm sorry, did I wake you?
Ugh.
No.
I was not asleep. I was in a deep
meditative state.
Look, I just have a question about your motorcycle insurance,
so I can pay this bill.
That's ridiculous. I paid my insurance the day I bought my motorcycle, 8 years ago.
Yeah, this bill's been coming to my place, ever since.
Oh, Pop,
this is one of those scams that the elderly often fall for.
Shawn, in order to have a license, you have to keep up your insurance payments.
That's the law. What, are you joking!
What kind of police state is this?
This is exactly the kind of stuff
that's gonna throw me right off the grid, man. Off the grid?
You're barely on the grid!
I pay for your insurance, Juliet pays your rent,
Guster pays for everything else.
Those are bald faced lies and you're a bald headed liar.
Shawn, there is a thing called a monthly nut.
That's what your friends are out there working for, while you're enjoying hammock time.
Are you trying to say that I'm a leech? No, I didn't say that.
I may think it.
I may nod when others say it, but I definitely didn't say it.
Well, good.
Because you want to know why?
Things have just been a little tight lately.
Trout didn't hire us, and the phone hasn't exactly been...
Gus enjoys paying for things.
That's why I let him, 'cause it makes him feel good.
And Jules never asks me for money, ever, so...
(LAUGHS) What, you just want me to take stock of myself?
I just want to pay this bill.
Well, you don't have to.
I will take care of it myself.
You know why?
Because I am a grown-ass-man.
I don't know.
Are you?
Sorry, Spencer. I cannot help you.
Oh, come on, Lassie. I helped save your wedding.
Just give me one for old time's sake.
CARLTON: No, no. You listen to me.
Trout going 5150 was the stroke of luck I needed
to get me out of those horrible blues and back on a homicide.
And I'm not going to jeopardize that
by hiring your slacker ass.
No offense.
Please give me some money!
Can't you just leech it off of Juliet, she's used to it.
She's in Florida. Visiting her aunt,
or someone she's related to.
Besides, I am not a leech.
All right, look. I gotta go. I got a case.
Great. I'll meet you there. No, no, no, no, no,
you will not, all right? Besides, it's a suicide.
There's nothing for you to solve.
Ooh, oh, oh, oh. I'm sensing that it's not.
You need me, man. You need me back.
Hello?
Is that a fake hang up? You're doing a bit?
Damn it.
Oh, shit.
Dude! This is a huge case.
Finally! I got it off the police scanner.
Would you please stop pretending to work?
I'm not pretending, Shawn.
The target list from the last few cycles got all screwed up.
Nobody cares about the words that you're saying!
Lassie needs us.
I'm working for the weekend, Shawn.
What? Gus!
Man! I'll give you 30 minutes.
(SIGHS)
You rode your motorcycle here?
No.
Ahh!
Damn it.
Which of my big boy words
did you not understand when I said, "Do not come here?"
I didn't understand any of them.
You're wrong about this. The murder vibe is strong
and I am sensing billable hours.
All right, jackass.
You want to see what a textbook suicide looks like?
Feast your eyes.
This looks like my place. Huh.
Same color palette.
Same fixtures.
I had that sofa. That rug, too.
Dude. There's the hutch that I ordered.
Okay, Gus.
Meet the late John Russell.
Age 35. According to his business card
he worked a dead end job as a sales rep at some place called
"California Coast Insurance."
By all appearances, he lived alone.
Oh, my goodness.
CARLTON: No sign of forced entry, no sign of a struggle.
No sign of a significant other in his life.
Empty pill bottle near his hand.
The brother didn't even have a cat.
Well,
I will admit that as far as murders go, this feels...
Subtle.
Gus.
Gus. What?
You all right, up there?
Yes. You are.
No.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Who gives a bowling trophy for sixth place?
I got sixth place once.
It's a hard thing to do.
Two, three, four, five other guys.
Suddenly get hot with the ball, and there you are.
Sixth place.
Does that make me a bad bowler? Does it?
John Russell.
Russ.
CARLTON: This guy was as average as they come.
A faceless cog who finally realized
that life wasn't going to get any better, and so what's the point.
I think we're safe to call this one a suicide.
GUS: No! No!
This was a good man who lived a rich, proper and full life.
A man who had it all.
Come here.
Do the thing you do and say it's murder.
Gus, nobody wants this to be a murder more than I do, but check it out.
Tell them it's murder, Shawn.
Tell them it's murder. Argh!
This man was a responsible citizen of the world
and he did not go out like this.
There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I've been murdered.
And by that obviously, I mean,
I've been murdered.
You said “I've” again.
I know!
Are you sure about that?
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
(SCREAMING)
Find me a clue, Shawn.
Find me a clue now.
There are no clues, I can't just make stuff up.
That's all you ever do.
Don't say it's all I ever do.
I mean, I have a gift of sorts... Ow!
You owe me, Shawn.
Okay, fine, fine.
Hey, everybody, listen up, I have a thing.
Everybody, listen to Shawn.
SHAWN: Uh...
This man,
is not the faceless cog.
That he so clearly appeared to be.
Regardless of your vantage point.
Nope. To the untrained eye
it may have looked like the final desperate act of a forgettable drone.
You know, him, snuffing out the light of his dismal,
loveless, earth toned
failure of a life.
Get to the point. It was, in fact...
Wait for it...
Murder. (GASPS)
And we're done here. Yup. Thanks, guys.
Dude, the Renaissance Fest, next Saturday.
The Renaissance Fest for next Saturday.
Whoa-ho-ho-ho! Wait a second.
I am sensing that John Russell made plans
to attend an event in the future.
Next weekend that he knew he would not live to see.
Now, that's a little weird.
Don't we think?
In conclusion,
I'm going to go ahead and say that it's possible, though not probable,
that maybe, just maybe,
this was, in fact
murder. (GASPS)
Though, probably not.
Slightly.
My Golly, that was so compelling.
You know what, you swayed me.
Here you go, Hardy Boys.
Go investigate. Ooh, yes.
But you're not gettin' a dime. No.
Let's catch us a killer.
(HUMMING)
Come on, what are you doing?
Getting my head right before we investigate, Shawn.
If there's a murderer in here,
I'm gonna find him.
Oh, yeah? How you know it's a 'he'?
It's semantics, Shawn. It's not semantics.
Who's gonna pay us for this? The universe.
Man, that is not a thing.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Yes, it is.
Why are we in your office? This is not my office.
I work at Central Coast Pharmaceuticals.
This is California Coast Insurance.
Milli was not Vanilli.
(GASPS) What?
I know what goes on in offices.
Everyone is a suspect.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
It's like Russ's death had no effect on these people.
Who's Russ?
I meant Russell. John Russell.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)
Having fun?
Excuse me?
Is that your yogurt?
I'm eating it, aren't I?
Hmm.
Really?
Are you eating a dead man's yogurt?
Relax.
I didn't think he needed it anymore. Oh.
Besides, it expires in three days.
Three days?
Three days!
What would you do if that was Jesus's yogurt?
Gus. GUS: What?
No. Where were you last night at 10 p.m.?
Home. Was that before or after you murdered John Russell?
What? What is this commotion?
I'm sorry, we're actually... We're with the SBPD.
We'd like to ask you a few questions regarding the mysterious circumstances
surrounding the death of John Russell.
Yeah, that's, that's right.
Of course.
John was our top sales rep.
He was reliably efficient, he'd been with us for 15 years.
He had 113 unused vacation days.
Hey, that's how many Gus has.
I have 111.
Uh, he was a nice fella. (PHONE VIBRATING)
A little dull.
Oh, no.
Is there a problem? No, Mr. Latrek...
Mr. Grouse. Continue.
Well, when I found out it was a suicide, I can't say I was surprised.
He didn't seem to have much of a life outside of work.
Mmm, that's not actually true.
In fact, he had a very full and exciting life.
He didn't even have a girlfriend.
He was between relationships.
But he was very sought after.
Very sexy. Gus.
What? No.
A very sexy man.
If you say so. Uh...
Do you think that foul play might have been involved?
No. Yes. Things are definitely pointing in that direction.
It's unbelievable.
(PHONE BEEPS) He seemed so, uh, you know, anonymous.
SHAWN: Hmm.
All right, uh, Mr. Grouse, do you remember anything out of the ordinary
about John, before he died?
Well, he'd been late for a few days. That was unusual.
But I let it slide, he was my top guy.
And he only made 48K a year.
$48,000?
That's right. Tax free?
No. You need to fill that position, right?
I mean, you have to replace him. We'll promote from within.
Ooh. You think that's the best idea?
Because I can come in here
and I can be refreshing and I can see things
with fresh eyes for you.
Scape it up.
Uh-huh, uh...
Will there be anything else? Ooh!
May I keep this?
MR. GROUSE: No! It was a gift.
Mmm.
Ooh! How about this?
No!
If there's nothing else...
Spite your face.
That guy needs to turn the page to the 20th century, Gus.
What? It's a dead-end, man.
What? Ugh!
Come here. But, uh!
Come here, man. Find me a clue.
Find me a clue, right now.
Oh, my God. What?
I'm so bored. How do you look at these all day long?
Wrong answer, Shawn. Try again.
(SNORING) Shawn!
Huh! What's happening?
Well, well, well,
look who it is.
Here for something else?
A desk chair? A ficus!
That's a palm.
And if you must know, I'm taking John's computer.
Oh, my gosh!
Look, I'm the number two guy, and I had dibs.
My computer is, like, 10 years old.
Hells no. Gus.
No, uh...
I don't know, dude. He's a little, uh...
Gus!
People of Central Coast Pharmaceuticals...
California Coast Insurance.
People of California Coast Insurance,
a man has died.
A man you worked side by side with for 15 years.
Yet, to have walked amongst you, you'd never know it.
Where are the flowers? The tears?
Where are the hushed tones and the keening wails of the bereaved?
Oh, for shame!
What is a man's life worth?
Just something to be stripped for parts once he's gone?
Russ was one of you.
Who's Russ?
SHAWN: Don't, shh! Not a good...
Well, Mr. Yoplaitah...
Maybe if you'd bothered to get to know the man
you would have grown close enough to enjoy the intimacy of a nickname.
A man has died.
And you must at least let his hard drive cool
before you may claim his computer as your own.
What's this about a computer, Quan?
I called dibs on John's computer.
It's not like he needs it.
Why don't you cool down? Get off me.
Easy there, Denzel.
Little more Mighty Quinn, little less Training Day.
Let's leave John's stuff alone, all right, Quan? Let's have some respect.
And you two, I talked to the SBPD.
They say you don't work for them.
Oh. (SNIGGERS)
They're this close to hiring us.
It's just a matter of paperwork, really...
I think it's time for you both to leave.
Yes, Mr. Latrek.
The name's Grouse.
Yes, sir.
I've always wanted to work in insurance.
Ruminate on that.
What is going on with you, man?
You're taking this very personally.
Check it out. I stole it off of the janitor's cart.
We are sneaking back in tonight!
Wait, you don't steal key cards.
That's not your thing. I've never been murdered before.
It's liberating. (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
I do not like this. It feels wrong.
You do this kind of stuff all the time.
Yeah, but now you're doing it. It's totally throwing me off.
I'm gonna start saying stuff like,
"Hurry up!" And "Be careful!"
I'm in. Get outta here.
What! You know that's right.
GUS: Well, let's see.
Boom!
That email came in after he died.
GUS: It's addressed to Dr. Alan Champion from Angela Bennet.
So? Dude,
that's Sandy Bullock and Dennis Miller's name from the movie, The Net.
You remember The Net? Of course.
Dude, I swear I remember every movie I've ever seen.
I couldn't tell you one thing that happens in The Net.
Not one. I know I saw it.
I think I saw it twice. Dude, we saw that together.
Dude, check this out.
It says they're supposed to meet tonight in the Buena Vista Lounge.
"Come alone."
Gus, this is good. Mmm-hmm.
Let's call Lassie and get paid.
Ah! No.
Come alone, Shawn, means we go alone.
No.
It's a common mistake. It means we get paid!
Let's go.
(SIGHS)
Do you have a reservation?
Yes. Dr. Alan Champion.
Alan Champion...
There's no reservation under that name.
Oh, um... How about Angela Bennet?
Your name is Angela?
I meant Jack Devlin.
That's Jeremy Northam's name from The Net.
Northam was in The Net? Mmm-hmm.
Nothing.
Uh, sorry, no.
Jason Bourne?
No.
Jack Bauer.
Tony Stark.
Billy Elliot.
Ferris Bueller, Edward Scissorhands,
Han Solo.
Hans Landa.
Han-Nah Montana.
Mr. Popper, Mr. Bean,
Mr. Ripley, Mr. Jeeves, Mr. Pink,
Mr. White, Mr. Brown, Mr. Blond, Mr. T,
Dr. T,
Dr. Jekyll, Dr. Phibes, Dr. Evil,
Dr. Horrible, Dr. Doolittle,
Frodo, Gandalf, Bilbo, Neo, Morpheus,
Trinity, Simba, Zazu, Ross, Chandler, Joey,
Jerry, George, Elaine, Kramer,
Kirk, Spock, Picard, Data...
John Russell?
Right this way, Mr. Russell.
There it is.
Beginning, middle and an end.
Thank you.
(SNIFFING)
(MOUTHING)
Hello.
You're not John. What?
Let... No, wait, wait, wait, wait...
Ugh!
(GROANING)
Dude, I just got smoked by a blind ninja.
And her hair smelled like Magnolia blossoms.
Argh!
Uh, yes, I am interested in walking your small dog,
the one with the beard.
How much is that gonna pay me?
What, you want to walk my dog?
I don't have a dog.
Are you or are you not looking to hire a dog walker?
You are a dog walker.
Well, that doesn't make any sense.
This flyer is very confusing.
I am a contributing member of society, and I need work.
Hello?
So, uh, going off Shawn's hunch that this is a murder
and not a suicide. It was my hunch.
I still think he killed himself.
WOODY: I put on my forensic pathologists hat,
and imagined what Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh would do
if this were an episode of Crossing Jordan.
Then I imagined how actress, Jill Hennessy would approach
playing Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh if this were an episode of Crossing Jordan.
Woody, that's deep.
What'd you turn up? Nothing. Dead end.
Here's what I know.
This suicide scene was as staged as an episode of Crossing Jordan.
I knew it!
The residue from the pill bottle found in John Russell's hand
tested positive for Seconal,
but he has a heart condition.
Seconal is not recommended for people with heart conditions.
That proves it. Proves what, Gus?
The man killed himself.
I don't think he was looking for a heart-healthy way to do it.
It's something, Shawn. It's all something.
The mysterious beautiful blind woman.
Quan, the pills. John Russell was an upstanding citizen.
He did not go out like that.
Well, he was not too upstanding if he was hanging out at this place.
Putin on the Ritz. It's a Russian night club.
And it's shady.
Dangerous people doing dangerous things to dangerous people.
Hmm.
Oh, yeah, I just go there for the buffet.
Taste of St. Petersburg in your own backyard.
Mmm. Except it's not my backyard and people have died there.
But what can I say. I'm a foodie!
SHAWN: Look, Gus,
sometimes people do actually kill themselves.
It happens. Nope. Not this time, Shawn. I wouldn't do that.
It's not you, it's him.
Look, if you wanna leave, fine.
I'll do it myself. I'm with you, all right?
I am. I just need to know one thing first.
What?
Do you think I'm a leech? Yes.
I do.
What do you have, my friends?
Hi. We're... My name is Burton Guster and this is my partner,
Laika, the space dog.
We were wondering, have you seen this man around here recently?
How long this child been missing?
(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)
Many people come in and out of P.O.R.
Buffet very popular.
Sure. Is there an actual Vladimir, and if so, may we speak with him?
Vlad very busy.
He's meeting with his 10 o'clock now.
MAN: No! No!
No! No!
No! (CRASHES)
He has very long day ahead.
We'll wait. No, we won't.
We'll see you again, real soon.
Book it.
No. Until I hear something concrete
the John Russell case is closed.
I know this guy, Vlad, is somehow involved with the death of John Russell.
Well, now, that would be a pretty neat trick!
Considering Vlad spent the last 72 hours in county lock up
and was only released this morning.
This morning? That's right.
And if John Russell was involved with a Russian gangster
we would've found this thing called evidence.
We went over that sad, little apartment with a fine tooth comb.
Really? I bet you didn't try toilet, freezer, leisure.
The holy trinity of hiding places.
Let's go, Shawn.
Still not hiring you.
See! See!
I told you something was going on, Shawn.
Look what they did to my apartment.
Okay, this is not your apartment. You do know that, right?
Oh, isn't it, Shawn? Isn't it?
Wow. All right, man. Let's just do a quick round of pooper, flooper, looper,
and then go get you the help that you so desperately need.
It's toilet, freezer, leisure.
What did I say? You said, pooper, flooper, looper.
I don't think so.
All right, my bad.
I got it... I got it wrong. I got your thing wrong.
I know how you think.
Toilet.
Freezer.
Leisure.
(GASPS) Boom!
I knew this was more than 12 pounds.
I just picked up the 7-10 split.
Gus, holy crap, man! You did it!
What!
It's a death certificate.
Who's Pony Wayne White?
Maybe Em can tell us.
No, looks like nobody's here.
Should we knock, or...
Okay.
That's how I knock.
All right. Scale of 1 to 10. How much did that hurt?
Zero.
(EXCLAIMS) Ah, ah, ah.
Come on, son.
Oh.
Mmm-hmm.
Tell me this, Shawn.
Why are there so many pictures of John Russell?
I don't know.
Why is there a picture of us, Gus?
What?
Oh.
You know, what?
Maybe this was a suicide after all.
Let's go.
(MOUTHING)
(BOTH SMACKING LIPS)
Who the hell are you?
Who the hell are you? I asked you first.
I'm a private investigator. Well, I'm a private investigator too.
You just said that because I said it.
Don't tell me what I said. I just did.
How about you lower those guns?
Why are you pretending to be blind?
I'm not pretending. I have astigmatism.
You have to do a lot better than that, honey bunny.
I'm not gonna have to do anything, pumpkin, I'm the one with the guns.
How about you lower those guns?
What's your relationship to John Russell?
What's yours? Were you two romantically involved?
Were you? Are you involved with anyone?
Why? Because you are incredibly attractive!
Don't tell me what I am. I just did.
John hired me.
He said he was going to bring me evidence of something big
but he never showed up.
Something big, huh?
Don't do it, Gus. Something like this?
Damn it. I guess that makes you Em.
Emmanuelle. Give me that... No.
It's not going down like that. Guns first.
Oh, so shorty got ice water in his veins now, huh?
Like a chilled martini. Cool, yet unmistakable.
Gus, it's too much. What!
Look, why don't you guys just compare rates on Expedia and get a room already?
GUS: Man!
I have astigmatism too. Shut up.
Okay. My butt is vibrating.
That means I'm going to check my phone.
Easy. Easy.
Talk to me, Woody.
(SNIFFING)
Huh.
Woody found evidence that John Russell was force-fed those pills.
Gus, you were absolutely right, man.
This was not a suicide.
John Russell's dead?
Welcome to the Na...
Why was John giving you a death certificate for Pony Wayne White?
I think it had something to do with insurance fraud.
That's why he hired me.
He wouldn't tell me much more. He said he wanted to do some leg work on his own.
I would follow him and take pictures in case something happened.
You must be a real brave girl.
Don't tell me what I am.
So, is this your car?
No, this is a company car. Gus is a pharmaceutical rep.
It's my day job. Being an investigator is my real passion.
What's your day job?
His day job is me working my day job.
Yeah, but...
I'm thinking about taking work as a manny.
I'm going to apply for this gig.
Okay, this is for someone looking to get hired as a nanny.
Not hire one.
SHAWN: What?
I call shotgun next time we're in the car.
(SNIGGERS) No.
I don't sit back there. The doors don't work.
Too bad. I called it.
What? You can't do that. She just did.
Pony Wayne White?
I know that name.
I just did an autopsy on him last week.
But this says he's been dead for two months.
That can't be right, can it?
I mean, I think I'd notice if a body had been dead for two months...
The smell alone, yeah.
Who are you?
I'm Detective Carlton Lassiter.
Yeah, well, so what?
Oh! This says cause of death, cardiac arrest.
Yeah, sure. If cardiac arrest puts grapefruit sized holes in your chest...
See, here's the death certificate I signed last week.
'Cause of death, gun shots to the chest area.'
I remember this guy. He was killed trying to rob a shooting range.
Which just proves that Darwin was right.
And there's my signature.
I think that's a forge.
Uh, why would I forge my own signature, Shawn?
No, no, Woody. Not that one.
This one here. I think someone took your signature and then drew over it.
See, Emmanuelle, I'm a psychic. Good for you.
My God, I feel so violated, Emmanuelle.
And yet in a weird way, flattered.
Mmm.
So someone... Forged an official death certificate.
For Pony Wayne White two months before he died?
Unless... Unless there are two Pony Wayne Whites...
This could be the insurance fraud John was investigating.
Look, we should... We should check out the White House.
Yes! What...
Uh... Uh, what?
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Okay, guys, I... I got to go.
Someone has to lead.
I have a standing shotgun in this vehicle and everyone knows it!
Gus, is that an old French fry?
I am in a metal cage of despair!
This is it.
Pony Wayne White's.
Okay, guys, you're going to have to open my door from the outside.
Mrs. White?
Maybe.
My name is Emmanuelle and this is my partner...
Denzel Diggs Underwood Morris Chestnut Washington.
I can hear you. That is my bit!
We'd like to ask you about your husband's death.
Oh, he'd just opened up a club for ladies.
You know, where fellas shake it for money and what not.
Well, are they hiring? Because I could use the work.
And I'll shake my junk any old place.
Sorry for asking, but how did he afford something like that?
He took a loan.
Wouldn't say from who.
Couldn't go to no bank, not with his record.
'Course, the interest is real high.
Well, did Pony have life insurance?
Yeah, but when I tried to collect...
They says Pony died of a heart attack two months ago.
Did you ever meet a guy named John Russell?
Yeah, he was going to look into it for me.
Then some other guy calls and says it's his case now...
That's the last I heard from anybody.
I think I know who that guy is.
Thank you. Mmm-hmm.
Messed up, you guys leaving me in here like that.
I'm not a child!
GUS: What do you think Quan's doing here by himself?
SHAWN: And where's everyone else?
Well, well, well.
Looks like you and I are gonna have a nice...
Conversation.
(CRACKING KNUCKLES)
Quan didn't do it. But he might have a lead.
John discovered some sketchy payouts from the company,
but he wouldn't tell me any more.
That must be why you wanted his computer.
I figured this is my chance since we got a half day for John's funeral.
See, man. Quan's a good dude. He's trying to help out.
Still doesn't explain the yogurt.
I still can't access these accounts.
They're password protected, which is weird.
Man, watch out. Come on, move.
Just calm down, all right?
That's what I keep getting.
Do you have any idea what the code may be?
There's like 17,000 possible combinations.
Try 'ADB'.
Or 'BDA'.
Or 'BAD'.
I'm in. I got it right, didn't I?
No. I found a backdoor into the system.
Just like in The Net.
SHAWN: What? Hey!
All right! GUS: That's what I'm talking about.
Print it all.
Nice to see you're feeling better, Mr. Russell.
SHAWN: I'll tell you this, Jules.
We actually get paid for this...
You're gettin' a taste.
Okay? No, I insist.
Now, tell me all about Florida.
Start at the beginning. Whoa... Hey! Shotgun! Shotgun!
Hey, I called it in the elevator.
No, you cannot call shotgun before you even see the car.
We don't have time for this. SHAWN: I don't care.
It's not fair, and I'm mad as hell!
Fine, we can call it on three.
One, two...
What? (GUNSHOT)
Shotgun! Shotgun!
Shawn, get Lassie on the phone!
And make sure she's safe. I'll keep him occupied.
Hey, Gus, be careful! Don't tell me what to be!
Let's dance.
(GUNSHOT) Ahh!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
All right.
Try to mess with me?
Come on, son. What did you think this is?
You think this is my first rodeo?
What?
Oh, gosh!
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING) All right.
All right, all right.
It's me and you, baby. Come on.
It's me and you. Here we go.
(ENGINE TURNING OVER)
What? I just got you serviced.
Oh, man!
(TRUCK ENGINE REVVING) Oh, gosh.
Oh, gosh! Oh, gosh!
Drop it!
Oh, Lassie.
Don't shoot him, he's just a kid!
I did it! I did it!
Ugh!
Dude! I did it.
Uh! I did it. Yeah, you did...
Oh, Gus!
Oh, we all see where this is going.
No, it was a gift.
Why is there a picture of us, Gus?
This guy's just a trigger man.
I know who killed John Russell!
And I know who he's working for!
Let's go get him. Lassie, we're going to need a ride.
Shotgun.
Damn it!
What can you say about John?
Number one sales rep.
Reliably efficient.
He will be missed.
Would anyone else like to speak?
I would.
John Russell
was a cog.
A faceless,
nameless,
reliably efficient,
cog.
But here's the thing.
This world was built off the sweat, toil and dedication of cogs.
If we do our job right...
You won't even know that we're there.
And that's the way we like it.
You see, cogs thrive on order.
But something was out of order
at Central Coast Pharmaceuticals...
BOTH: California Coast Insurance.
Come on, son.
California Coast Insurance.
Something makin' it hard out there for a cog.
You see, somebody was giving loans to bad people
in exchange for a cut of the action.
A cop would call that person...
A loan shark.
But John Russell used to call him...
His boss.
What?
Mr. Grouse paid out death benefits to people who were still alive.
He took a loan.
Wouldn't say from who. Couldn't go to no bank, not with his record.
Elaborate stuff, too. Death certificates, the whole bit.
Here's the death certificate I signed last week.
"Cause of death, gunshots to the chest area."
Did you know that some of the worst establishments in Santa Barbara
are owned by dead people?
That's ridiculous! He's lying!
Ooh!
Pony Wayne White,
opened up Pony's, The Mane Event.
Spelled M-A-N-E.
After he suffered a fatal heart attack,
with a loan that he received
from Mr. Grouse.
(LAUGHING)
Now, that's one entrepreneurial zombie.
These people know me, okay? They trust me.
Everything was just fine.
But then Pony had to go and die for real.
And when John Russell discovered that something funny was going on...
John discovered some sketchy payouts from the company,
but he wouldn't tell me any more.
Grouse decided it was time that John finally took his vacation.
A permanent one.
This is outrageous. You can't prove this!
Man, I already have.
All right, Grouse. Let's go.
Argh!
Son of a bitch.
So, who do I talk to about getting your job?
What?
John Russell
thought that doing the right thing
was more important than doing the safe thing.
He may have lived his life as a cog,
but he died a hero.
That man is sexy.
Mmm.
He gets it from me.
I don't think so.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
You know, this buffet isn't that bad.
Hey, well, consider this on me,
now that you're gainfully unemployed.
No, no, no, I got it.
I'm debt free and I have an emergency fund earning 1.25%.
I'm good. At least for the next four to six months.
Well, here's to the next four to six months.
(CHUCKLES)
(IN RUSSIAN ACCENT) I must break you.
With a couple of very refreshing vodka beverages.
It's not good stuff, you guys.
Look at you, earning your monthly nut. What!
Ah, it's only part time, but I gotta admit, it feels good.
Bringin' home the bacon.
Smackin' it.
Flippin' it, rubbin' it down.
Oh, no.
I like the bacon. Hey.
I'm proud of you. I'm proud of you.
Quitting your job like that, all man style.
Man, look. I'm done with the cog thing, Shawn.
It's time for me to do the Gus thing.
I'll say this much. I am going to put in a good word with Vlad,
when you're ready to start working again.
I gotta tell you, Gus. What we've done here,
is build an amazing team.
Ground floor. Grass roots.
I mean, you work closely with people, you learn things.
Like their names. And it's nice, and it's rich.
Shawn, you've had this job for like 45 minutes.
Sure. But it doesn't feel that way.
Hey, guys. Check out this action.
Huh?
Ugh! Ahh!
MAN: Hey!
I told you not throw bottles anymore.
Get out!
You're fired.
Copy that, big bear!
It's Vlad.
Well, I gave it the old college try.
Gus, I'm gonna need you to get your job back...
Right away. Dude, that bridge is burnt.
Security had to taze me. Ha!
Well, we'll figure something out.
We always do.
I'm gonna say my goodbyes.
Hey, Alexi!
Alexi, don't be a stranger!
(SCREAMING)
(CRASHING)
We need to get outta here.
Do svidanya.
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
I know, you know
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