GUS: Emmanuelle still hasn't called me back and my nightmares are getting worse.
I'm so tired.
My systems are rejecting sleep like it's a foreign antibody.
Like REM is toxic.
Well, let's be honest, Gus.
Their last four albums haven't left much to be desired.
It's been a tough millennium, really.
Most people wouldn't give them Up or New Adventures in Hi-Fi either.
I can't do bits now, Shawn, I'm numb with grief.
Why won't Emmanuelle call me back?
Sure was nice of your mom to loan us her car tonight.
I can't believe this is an '85. So stylish.
Steering is horrible. What are there one, two... Six ashtrays?
Stop trying to distract me from my anguish, Shawn.
The nightmares are so vivid.
I'm slowly disintegrating like a cookie under running water.
I'm officially not convinced that this dream therapy is doing anything for you, man.
But why do none of my relationships work out? I'm gonna die alone.
Oh, buddy. I don't understand it.
Emmanuelle and I had such great chemistry.
It wasn't great chemistry.
The chemistry was great!
It was "hit or miss," chemistry-wise.
She was tall,
like Wilt Chamberlain in Conan the Destroyer.
I thought she was the one.
I was gonna make her my bride.
Oh, man, that's right! The Zombie Fun-Run was today.
We're doing it next year, man. You and me.
Let's not say we didn't.
Come on, Gus! I think I'd make a dead sexy zombie.
(MUZAK PLAYING)
Okay.
I'm gonna come back with snacks,
and I'm gonna have this case solved. Do you want to know why?
'Cause work never stops and we're on the clock. Now give me your wallet.
(SIGHS)
No rest for the wicked.
White people.
(GROANING)
(EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD PLAYING)
Curt Smith?
Guster! What a surprise.
(MUSIC STOPS) You caught me listening to my own music.
How utterly Rob Thomas of me.
What are you doing here?
Had a hankering for a microwaveable buñuelo.
You know, they're so fun to eat, and so fun to say.
(GROANING)
(ZOMBIES GROANING)
You okay, Gus? You look absolutely knackered.
Girlfriend troubles, Curt.
Having nightmares, I can't sleep.
It's really, really bad.
(GROANING)
(ZOMBIES GROANING)
I went through that with Roland, you know. It gets better.
Really?
I'm lying. It doesn't get better
(SNARLING)
What are you doing here on your own, Gus? Where's Shawn?
Don't tell me he deserted you in your hour of need?
No! No, no. He has gone inside...
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) Uh-oh. Zombie attack!
Very funny, guys. Very...
Guster. Help me! Guster!
Ow! He bit me!
Curt? What's going on, Curt?
Get up off of Curt Smith!
Get off of him!
GUS: Oh.
(STAMMERING) Oh... I was just... I was just playing...
(GUS WHIMPERING)
(CRUNCHING)
(ZOMBIE GROANS)
(SCREAMING)
God! Oh, God, no!
(ZOMBIES SNARLING)
No!
Oh, God! Get away!
(CRYING HYSTERICALLY)
Shout! (SCREAMS)
(SNARLING) I'll eat your brains!
Shawn!
What happened to me?
Where am I?
Have I crossed over?
MAN: Easy, Burton. You're awake.
You're safe now. You're with me.
Are you listening?
Dream time is over. Okay.
You're awake, you understand? You're awake.
Did that hurt? Yeah.
Good. Because that means you're back with Dr. Simpson.
And that's a good place to be.
Drink. It's milk. It's refreshing.
Boy! That was some dream, Burton.
I got some fantastic audio. You were magnificent.
Feel better now? Mmm-hmm.
Calm?
Relaxed?
Yeah.
That's just part of the process.
Now lie back and release your core.
Okay.
That's it.
Good.
Now tell me all about your nightmares.
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
(SCREAMING)
Well, that is some vivid stuff.
It felt so real, Dr. Simpson. More real than real.
May I have some more milk? Later.
What does this dream represent to you?
It's Emmanuelle, obviously.
I saw a real future for us. Everybody did.
Well, the fear of abandonment is certainly
the beating heart of your anxiety, Blackstone.
Blackstone?
But your nightmare is about Shawn.
(SCOFFS) Shawn?
Think what happens. Shawn leaves the car, everybody dies.
You need Shawn to feel whole.
That's definitely not it. I mean, that's crazy talk.
And, no offense, but you sound like an insane person.
Haha. I've hit a nerve.
(SINISTER GIGGLING)
You know why? It's because in dreams,
people don't lie.
That's my business.
It's all in my new book.
In Dreams I Walk With You.
Let's read an excerpt.
"As a child, my small frame would buckle at the girth,
"of my outsized intellect."
Look, Shawn and I are friendly,
but it's Emmanuelle that is the cause of my nightmares, okay?
And for the record, I do not need Shawn.
Sure, you don't.
(TIMER DINGS) Oh, look at the time.
Now,
leave this place.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Hello, friend.
Hello, Shawn.
So? What's dream therapy like, man?
Is it crazy? Tell me all about it.
Dr. Simpson says my nightmares are all about Emmanuelle.
No other theory was offered. Emmanuelle, huh?
Oh.
Well, if you need me to...
Need you? Need you? What makes you think that I will need you, Shawn?
I was just gonna say if you need me to drive you to therapy tonight,
I could probably score my dad's truck.
Oh.
Thank you.
I will take it under advisement.
I'll probably cab it, you know, I enjoy cabs.
So I doubt I will be needing you, Shawn.
Shawn? Where did you go? Shawn?
Dude! I...
I was gonna pee. I was...
I was just hoping to pee.
Hi. I don't have an appointment or anything.
I know, I should have called. I'll come back later.
Oh, no, no, no...
No appointments necessary here, my friend. Please, join us.
Great. I don't know if this is the kind of
"case" or whatever, that you guys handle,
but I think my wife is having an affair
with someone at her place of work.
Color us intrigued.
Great! Now, I'm a little strapped for cash,
but if you do layaway I can start paying you
around the new year. St. Patrick's Day?
This is a place of business after all.
Not so fast.
Now, I definitely understand the grief of a lost love.
Please, have a seat. Now,
did you ask your wife whether she was getting her lawn mowed on the side?
What's she gonna say? "Oh, yeah, I am.
"And he rides the mower so much smoother than you,
""cause he doesn't need carpal tunnel surgery."
What?
And what if confronting her pushes her away for good?
Gretchen, she's my whole world.
She's effing outta sight, man!
I feel you. I feel you, Zack.
Eikleberry. Excuse you.
I got a cable installation.
My client was given a window from 7:00-4:00.
It's 5:15.
Ride with me and I'll fill you in on everything.
Definitely. Not a chance.
That's Gretchen. Freshmen year of college.
Oh, wow, she looks a lot younger than you, Zack.
Oh, I wasn't a student. I was working campus security.
Gretchen, she doesn't judge.
Because true love knows no bounds.
Times are tough, you know. I'm working two jobs. We never see each other.
What's your other job?
I work nights at a bowling alley.
A real jack of all trades. Life's a buffet.
If she hasn't cheated on you after all these years, why would she start now?
Just... I feel her pulling away.
I don't want to lose her.
Can't let that happen.
I won't.
We're friggin' here. (TIRES SCREECHING)
We live.
SHAWN: Um...
Hey, man, we're gonna stay in here.
Most definitely.
Can't even carry my own tool box 'cause of my sciatica.
I'd cheat on me too if anyone would have me.
ZACK: Ow.
Someone in that house wants cable?
Where are you going?
I'm going to pee, Gus.
I didn't get to pee in the office because you spazzed out.
You're gonna just pee outside?
We're men, Gus. The world is our toilet.
(ZACK GROANS)
(EXHALES)
Come on. Stay in the game, player.
Maybe some music.
(RADIO STATIC)
GHOSTLY VOICE: Burton.
Burton.
Shawn, is that you? Burton.
MAN: I need a ride.
Burton.
Shawn!
Oh, gosh! I need some sleep.
Could you give me a ride?
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
(WHIMPERING)
What the...
Zack?
(TELEVISION TURNING ON)
We don't have much time.
I'm so sweaty.
I just ran a bunch of fatties across the football field.
I want you now.
Of course you do. I'm me.
I'm gonna murder you.
That's so hot. Not on the lips.
This show is horrible.
(MANIACAL LAUGHTER)
DISTORTED VOICE: They're all gonna laugh at you.
(WHIMPERING) Zack!
(FLIES BUZZING)
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Who lives like this?
(ZOMBIE SNARLING)
Ahh!
(GROWLING)
(GUS SCREAMING)
(MAN SNARLING)
(SCREAMING)
(GUS WHIMPERING)
Shawn ditched you again, didn't he?
He said he had to pee.
Yes, but do you believe the world is a man's toilet?
No.
No, I do not.
Well, the picture is becoming much clearer now.
My previous diagnosis
may have been premature, Slappy.
Slappy? You see...
You're not worried that Shawn
is gonna leave you.
You're afraid that working with Shawn is gonna get you killed.
What?
It's all in my latest book.
In Dreams I Walk With You.
It's got a foreword by Sanjaya Malakar. He's an old friend.
I'm sure that you will find this enlightening.
"When one is in a perpetual state of panic..."
Perpetual? That means never-ending.
I know what it means, I was expressing indignation.
Shh...
"All the body's resources are recruited,
"leaving precious little energy
"for other things. Hopes, goals,
"even our relationships
"wither and die."
What does this have to do with me?
(SNIFFS) (PHONE BEEPS)
GUS: (ON RECORDING) Shawn, I'm imperiled by our work,
and my love life is withering.
Any more questions?
No.
I think you know the way out.
Hi, Emmanuelle, this is Burton Guster.
We know each other. Biblically.
You know what? Let me just leave my number again, just in...
(PHONE BEEPS) Stop it. Dude.
The ball is clearly in her court, and has been for a while.
You've sent her five dozen roses and a cake with Nelson Rockefeller on it.
Shawn, Dr. Simpson says that she is the key to my mental health.
You know what? I'm done. I don't wanna hear this anymore.
What is a doctor of exactly anyway?
I'm coming with you to your next therapy session.
No, no, no, Shawn...
Hi, you psychos! How you doing?
So I'm crocheting a hat for my nephew.
His name is Robyn, with a "Y".
He has a large head. So I'm making it both to warm and conceal it.
Well, I got nothing. Happy Earth Day?
Lassie! No, sorry. Can't stop.
Marlowe's expecting me someplace very important
so I cannot have this conversation with you.
I just wanted to put it out there that we are
available for work at our usual rate,
plus a new additional higher rate.
This is our opening offer.
Actually, things have been uncharacteristically quiet since I have become chief.
Now that Brannigan's saddled up,
you can hear a cricket fart in China.
That's cool, 'cause we kind of have our own thing going on anyway.
Our new client's sort of a big deal in the TV industry.
Eikleberry. Perhaps you have heard of him.
Yeah, right now when you just said his name.
Yeah, it's domestic. You know how those things go.
Somebody's about to die. They always do.
Watch this.
What the...
And a very happy Earth Day to you too.
I do not like this, Shawn. I object to this charade.
Gus, you it's the only way we can talk to her in her natural habitat
without it being creepy. We will get what we need and leave.
You don't even have to speak. Believe me, I won't.
Mrs. Eikleberry.
Hi, we spoke on the phone.
Oh, you must be the Spencers. We are indeed.
I'm Shawn Spencer and this is my life partner, Burton Guster Black-Spencer.
I see you're working outdoors.
Yes, it's such a pretty day and I love watching my kids unfettered and free.
MAN: All right! Let's play some dodge ball.
MAN: Look alive, Buduski.
Like I said on the phone,
we've been shopping for schools our son, Joshy.
We understand that you teach the English. He's shown a real talent in that arena.
Isn't that right, baby girl?
Well, it's so vital to encourage a child's abilities and to keep them lice-free.
Agree to agree. You know,
sometimes I'll tutor functionally illiterate adults. It's so sad.
They have to develop little tricks to hide their disability
just because they didn't learn basic reading skills when they were young.
Hey, Gretch, check the lats.
I can do, like, 16 of these.
Mrs. Eikleberry?
Yes, I'm listening and I'm impressed.
Oh, we should get back to class.
Maybe we'll see Joshy next year?
Oh, we're still shopping.
That's just terrifying.
You a friend of Eikleberry's? Oh.
She's one fine piece of knish.
(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)
You must be, uh, Bagg.
Coach Derek Bagg.
One "K", two "G"s.
You can call me Coach Bagg.
Or just Coach, Coach Bagg.
All right. Well, do you think we could speak to you for a minute?
It's about our son, Joshy.
I have a parent-teacher thing now.
How about we meet in my office in an hour?
Lower level, near the gym.
Just follow the scent of man.
Mmm-mmm.
Mmm. Mmm-mm.
Gym teachers.
(LAUGHS)
(GROANS)
(KNOCKING)
Hi.
Sorry to keep you waiting, ladies.
Who is that giant slice of shepherd's pie?
Oh, some meathead dad grousing about his kid's score on the presidential fitness test.
Like it's my fault fatty's got no hops.
You played college ball? Ooh.
(SCOFFS) Yeah.
The Majors scouted me. I had my pick.
Oh.
Then that ATV had to go and flip.
Ruptured my spleen, crushed my L4 and 5.
Doc said if I wasn't so drunk I'd probably be paralyzed.
Wow.
(LAUGHS) No complaints though.
For a dude who's not splitting atoms, I think I did okay.
Well... Got this sweet gig,
good hours, summers off.
Fifty-seven minutes to Sin City, gate to gate.
I am baking my cake, and then frosting it, and then eating it...
Whale time! (CHUCKLES)
(GROANS)
Hurt your hand? Old lacrosse injury.
What do you want, Buduski?
They sent me from the office, Coach Bagg.
You're supposed to read this and approve it.
Also, I think one of those dodge balls glanced my scrotum.
Stop whining! Your sack's fine.
I'll read it later.
I don't know, Coach... What did I just say, Weenus?
Get out of here and give me 50.
See? Look at that egghead.
He has no chance to make the pros.
Got no stroke from the outside. Not like I did.
Rain dance.
GRETCHEN: It's so sad.
Cash dollares.
BUDUSKI: Thirty...
Thirty-one...
Cable guy was right.
His wife's getting cozy with Mr. Woodcock in there.
She leaves him little booty-call memos.
(YAWNING) Poor Mr. Cable Guy.
Uh-huh.
You literally just fell asleep on your feet.
Shawn,
I need to get out of here. Okay.
Oh, man!
Oh. Yeah. That way. Shawn.
(SNARLING)
Huh!
Maybe we should've gone left at the water heaters.
(DOOR SLAMS)
Gus. We're going to be fine.
As long as we stick together.
(DISTANT CLANGING)
(DISTANT CHILDREN GIGGLING)
What was that?
Gus. Yes.
We need to run. Yes.
SHAWN: Gus, Gus, pick up your feet, man.
(SCREAMING)
GUS: Shawn?
I can't see you, Shawn.
SHAWN: Left, Gus. Left.
Stay with me, Gus. I can see the light.
Left, right, left.
Do not leave me, Shawn.
SHAWN: Left, left. Left, right, left.
I can't see you, Shawn.
Did you say left or right?
DISTORTED VOICE: Oh, and put the lotion in the basket, will ya? (CHUCKLES)
Shawn, I'm coming, I'm coming.
(CHILD LAUGHING)
(CHILDREN GIGGLING)
Who's there? Can you help me get out of here?
I'll buy you some buñuelos.
(SING-SONG) Weepy, weepy
You so sleepy
And the little kids are creepy
Watch us jump You know it'd thrill you
(VOICES GET SLOW AND DEEP) Just for fun We're gonna kill you
What?
(SNARLING)
No.
That's not fair.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(GUS WHIMPERING)
(SQUEAKING) Help me.
Please, help me.
BOTH: Look alive, player.
Shawn! Damn you!
(YELLING)
(WHIMPERING) Stop, stop...
Stop the balls. No balls.
Please. No balls in my face.
Shouldn't we wake him? He's clearly being pelted by balls.
Let the dream run its course, Shawn.
This is how the therapy works.
It's not always pleasant.
(WHIMPERING) No. Stop. (LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS)
(GASPING)
You left me, Shawn. You flat out deserted me.
What, what... Why would I possibly do that?
You did it, Shawn. You always do it.
Gus, we get caught together, we face death together. It happens every week.
I don't know where I stand with you anymore, Shawn.
Where is this coming from?
I thought you told him his nightmares were all about Emmanuelle.
No, I said they were all about you.
What?
This guy is a fraud, Gus. I'm not even sure if he's a real doctor.
I'll have you know I was rated in the top 13
of Santa Barbara dream therapists in 2007.
I one time actually entered Kate Capshaw's dream and interacted with her.
(SIMPSON LAUGHS)
Can't really talk about it because of the pending court case, but impressive, no?
Capshaw. Yeah, no, that's pretty cool actually.
Gus. Hey. You know that I have always had your back and I always, always will.
I don't know, Shawn. Things are changing.
I know you mean well, but I feel like I can't trust you.
Oh, come on, buddy. It was just a dream, you know.
Things aren't always what they seem in dreams.
Oh, yes, they are. Even more so.
No. No, Gus, that's it.
We know better, things aren't always what they seem.
You know sometimes I'll tutor functionally illiterate adults.
For a dude who's not splitting atoms I think I did okay.
Gretchen Eikleberry wasn't having an affair.
She was teaching Coach Bagg how to read.
Then perhaps he'll enjoy my latest book.
In Dreams I Walk With You.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) Let's pick a random page.
Excuse me a moment.
Hello.
I see.
Gus, that was Brannigan.
I have bad news and bad news.
I'll take the bad news.
Coach Derek Bagg was found beaten to a bloody pulp in his office.
He's dead, Gus. He's dead.
Oh, my gosh. D-Bagg is dead?
What's the bad news?
Zack Eikleberry has been arrested for his murder.
He has a bad heart, and gout, and IBS.
She gets it, Gretchen. I didn't hurt anybody.
We're gonna have a laugh when this is all over.
Hi! I'm allergic to everything.
I hope you don't think you are getting paid for this.
Lassie, this is not about money.
This is about honor. This is about professional crime-fighting courtesy.
And money. This was our case first.
So I'm just sitting there, crocheting Robyn's giant hat,
and I just happened to overhear your conversation about your domestic case.
That is bush-league. Bush.
Then at the crime scene,
what do I find but a threatening letter to the coach from Zack Eikleberry,
and I say to myself, "So that's your guy."
What are the chances?
Then I follow him to some bowling alley,
and there I find even more threatening letters.
Real sicko stuff.
The ravings of a maniac woodsman. (GROANS)
Small world, huh?
Well, you were right about one thing. Somebody died.
Bush. Bush.
Hey, Zack.
Oh. Hi, guys.
Mister and Mister Spencer.
I like the ladies.
I'm afraid I only have bad news.
There's hard evidence that implicates you in this murder,
and we discovered that your wife here isn't having an affair with anyone.
In fact, I'm sensing she was teaching Coach Bagg how to read.
I just wrote those letters to blow off steam.
I didn't beat anyone to death.
Look at me, I couldn't stand a chance against Muscles McHandsome Face.
No.
Sorry, I doubted you, baby.
I can't seem to get out of my own way.
That's probably because you have webbed feet.
Zack, sure, some men find
a second wind in middle life and get themselves
in any sort of physical shape, but you didn't and that's okay.
Because I love you, cable guy.
That's backhanded no?
Not on the lips.
He wouldn't hurt a fly!
He's not man enough!
No!
I love you, baby. Okay.
I love you. I heard you.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
Woody. Caw-caw!
I need your honesty.
Is it too much?
The chrome.
Ah, I don't think so. Works for me.
Really? It's not all midlife crisis-y?
(MURMURING) Nah, it's so shiny.
Can't go wrong with the custom.
Picked a winner.
I love you both so much.
Now whoever killed this guy made sure he was never coming back.
He's got fractures to his ribs, knee caps,
jaw, cracked head, broken nose,
and based on these lacerations to his wrists and cheeks,
I'd say he was probably bound and gagged before they went at him piñata-style.
What's going on with his digits?
Oh, yeah. Index finger and middle finger are broken,
but it looks to have been done earlier maybe a day or two before.
It's an old lacrosse injury.
Really? Speaking of baby smooth.
I naired my buttocks last night, gentlemen.
Man, I am tired.
I'm tired, too.
As much as I try not to take my work home with me,
when I'm alone in bed,
and I turn out the light...
I see them. They talk to me.
They tell me how they wish they made a different choice in life.
(ECHOING) How they wish they had taken a different path to work
that final day, or,
or made absolutely sure they locked the front door.
We all come into this world the same way we go out.
Alone.
But somehow, they seem more lonely than that.
That's intense. That's too lonely.
I mean take this fella. I'll bet he was a great guy.
(SNARLING)
Well, this is new.
(SCREAMING)
(ALL SCREECHING)
SHAWN: Go, Go!
Follow me.
(GUS SCREAMING)
Brains!
If only I had brains!
(SCREAMS)
(SNIFFING)
Papa?
(DISTANT HUMMING)
Mom?
Burton! I'm sorry, did I wake you?
I know you've been having trouble sleeping, dear.
Where's Shawn?
He went to drive his dad home.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Okay...
Don't worry, he'll be back.
These gravy boats aren't going to put themselves away, you know.
Oh, God! My hands are wet. I'll ruin your nice shirt.
I don't care.
It is so good to be home, Mom.
It feels safe. Finally.
That's a nice thing to say.
So, are you going to tell me about Emmanuelle?
I thought she was spending Thanksgiving with us.
Oh, she bailed on me, Mom.
She's not returning my calls or anything.
She doesn't deserve you.
Who is she, anyway?
What has she done with her life?
You are Burton Guster.
Is she the reason you're having these bad dreams?
No. Please.
Everything is changing.
Juliet's moved up north, I don't know what Shawn's intentions are.
I don't have a job, Ma.
Me.
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY) I mean this...
(LAUGHING CONTINUES)
Oh, sweetheart.
(SOBBING) No, it's okay. It's okay.
I don't know where I stand anymore.
Well, darling, the more things change the more they stay the same.
Life is about being adaptable.
But remaining true to yourself.
I mean, we can't govern other people's actions but we can certainly govern our own.
I mean, Almond Joy's got nuts, Mounds do not.
Girls just want to have fun and I love me a good scotch egg.
What are you talking about, Mom?
Honestly, I don't know.
(PIPES CREAKING)
Well, looky here.
And what can we do for you?
(LAUGHS)
Don't be a stranger.
(LAUGHS)
Where were we?
(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING) Mommy!
(SCREAMING)
(GUNSHOTS CONTINUING)
Guster! Don't stand there with your thumb up your ass.
Block that door and bring me that extra board.
Come on!
Guster! Get over here.
Give me a hand with this.
Namby-pambies, get out of here! Slimey little...
All right, team! That ought to hold those undead sons of bitches.
See, this is why we should not legalize marijuana.
Carlton!
(BETSY SOBBING)
(ZOMBIES SNARLING)
Lassie, come home!
(ZOMBIES SNARLING)
(SCREAMING)
Meanies! Life...
Is for the living.
(WHIMPERING)
This is gonna be hard on my nephew.
(WHIMPERING)
Ahh! Feed my kitty!
No! No!
(ZOMBIE SNARLING)
Go, go, go! In, in in!
Whoa!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Guster, where's Shawn?
My mother said he drove you home.
Your mother! What the hell are you talking about?
I don't know, I'm sensitive and it's dark.
(SHUSHING)
I got a match.
(GASPING) (SCREAMING)
(HENRY SCREAMING)
HENRY: Guster! That's my face!
What?
(LAUGHS)
It's the first thing I saw.
There's nothing funny about a three-hole punch!
Stop it! Stop laughing.
Oh, gosh, Shawn, you're not going to believe this, everyone is dead, everyone.
It's just me and you...
It's just...
No!
No.
I do make a dead sexy zombie.
No, you don't, Shawn.
You don't make a sexy zombie, you don't.
I sense your brains are yummy, Gus.
Oh, please!
I want your Pomona College brains.
(SCREAMING) No! No!
Not magic head!
(WHIMPERING) Oh, not my magic head.
No, not my magic head!
No, no, no, not magic head!
(GASPING)
You all right?
I just had the nightmare version of our entire week.
And you were a zombie.
All right, you know what? Your dreams have actually gotten worse
since you've starting seeing this doctor.
You do realize that?
Curt, Curt Smith. How is he?
I assume he's fine. I heard he and Roland were working on an new album.
How do I know I'm not sleeping now?
(GROANS)
Oh! Thank God!
Now what did I say? I said when I came back to the car,
I would have snacks and I would have this case solved.
And guess what? (EXCLAIMS) I know who killed Coach Bagg.
Are you ready for this?
I don't know, slap me on the teat one more time. (WHIMPERS)
How about now?
Umm, closer. (WHIMPERS)
You ready?
It was a real scary dream, Shawn.
Okay, let's do this. Okay.
(WHIMPERING)
GUS: I'm ready, Shawn.
Gus, we gotta beat Brannigan to the punch. This was our case.
Now, check it. Coach Bagg was supplementing his income
by gambling.
Fifty-seven minutes to Sin City, gate to gate.
And his fingers were just fine
when he was doing those sexy chin-ups on the field.
Gretch, check the lats. I could do, like, 16 of these.
But, boy, were they barking at him in our meeting.
It's an old lacrosse injury.
It's no lacrosse injury, Gus.
That's what happens when you don't pay your debts.
I'll give you one guess. Too late!
Gym teachers.
SHAWN: It was that big, meathead parent.
He was nobody's father, Gus.
He may be somebody's father.
I don't know him from Adam, but I do know this.
He was some bookie's muscle.
And he broke Coach Bagg's fingers.
Then, couple of days later, Coach couldn't come up with the dough.
Boom! He came back and finished the job.
(BAGG SPEAKING)
Whoo! That's how I do it.
That's all right. We's about to get paid.
Release the prisoner and release the funds, I've solved the case.
Shh!
Wait for...
(IN SUSTAINED FALSETTO)...it.
No way! No damn way. Man!
How?
I've learned not to ask.
You're free to go. Oh, thank you.
You're a free man.
I gotta thank you guys, I mean even though it was the scary detective lady
who actually got me released, you guys tried which is something.
We're happy you found each other again.
Gretchen held vigil for me all night.
I felt like I was on death row.
It's time we reestablished what made us a great couple to begin with.
Whatever that was.
She said something about a complete makeover
involving extensive waxing.
Hopefully by the time I'm finished with you I won't even recognize you.
Except for your kind, kind heart.
Kind heart.
God, someone give me a grappling hook.
Gretchen. What? Yes. Let's go home.
You know, Shawn, I think there's a lesson in all this for me.
A road map back to Emmanuelle.
Gus, I'm absolutely certain that that's in fact not the lesson.
Emmanuelle's gone, and in the meantime, you have me.
And your coins. And your stamps.
Thanks, Emmanuelle.
You really do need sleep, buddy.
SIMPSON: Hey, you know what? This is embarrassing.
I'm a celebrity, all right? My Twitter account is verified.
And I was promised massive radio and social media support.
Look at me when I'm berating you.
You know what? Just forget it. Just...
Just get out of here. I don't care where you go, just go.
Not that way. Go that way.
(EXHALES)
(GROANS)
Hey! Great to see you, brother.
Yeah.
Boy! You guys came at a good time 'cause it's been an absolute madhouse here.
I mean these college crowds are just great.
I can imagine. I'm looking forward to finally reading your book, Doctor.
Yeah, well, it's beyond brilliant. That's what they say.
Tell me something,
how have you been sleeping? Like a baby, thanks to you.
Well, I'm just a dream catcher in human form
with a chin that's coveted around the world.
I'm just glad that you were able to identify the source of your nightmares.
I need to take a leak.
Well, it's great to see you.
Yeah, it's been good for you to see me, too. Let's do it again.
SIMPSON: Burton, see you in your dreams.
P.S... (LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
What?
Come get some.
(SCREAMING)
(WHIMPERING) Oh, God! Oh, God!
Shawn!
(YAWNING) I'll be right over, buddy.
Thanks. Milkshakes.
It's okay, buddy, I'll always be here for you.
Val's still the king.
Hail to the king, baby.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(GROWLING)
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