Psych s05e05 Episode Script

Shawn and Gus in Drag (Racing)

You ready? Yep.
Oh, no! Oh, no! What? I can't reach the brake! Gus, get down there and stop us.
Wait, why do I have to be the feet? How come you just can't be taller? No, whoa, whoa, Shawn! What do you think you're doing? Well, the important question is what are you doing home? I'm a detective.
New job.
New hours.
Can you write those down for me? Give me the keys.
Give me the keys.
We were only going to go as far as the end of the driveway.
I don't care how far you were going to go, Shawn.
You're not old enough to drive.
Get out.
Now! Right there, right there.
- Copy.
Load it in.
Back away! Everybody back away! Come on.
Get out.
Out of the car! Get out of the car! All units be advised 2- 11 of a vehicle just occurred at Property taken was a white Lamborghini Murcielago.
Suspect last seen travelling southbound.
Stolen car.
Not a car.
It's a Lamborghini.
Copy! Car 7-0, en route to assist.
I have a pretty good idea who's behind this carjacking.
Who? I've been investigating a group of car thieves who have been working in town for the last few months.
They're street racers.
They finance their lifestyle by boosting exotic vehicles.
Whoa! Slow down! And how do you know these are the guys you've been investigating? Oh, it's them.
I know it.
There they are.
Car 7-0, we have visual on the Lamborghini traveling south on Mariposa.
Requesting backup.
Damn it! Carlton, we lost him.
I'm not giving up that easy.
I've spent too long trying to nail this son of a bitch.
He's halfway to the city limits by now.
O'Hara, if you don't wanna help, you're more than welcome to get out right now.
We are three miles from the station.
All units be advised stolen Lamborghini located at the corner of Eighth and Waterfront.
This is Detective Lassiter.
Secure the area and stand down! No one approaches that vehicle until I get there.
Do you copy? Officers, stand down! 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 And that, my dear Gus, is why one should not text and drive.
Spencer, get away from the vehicle! Shoo! This is an absolutely lovely crime scene you have here, Lassie.
I especially enjoy what you do with the What's that called? Yellow tape.
Crime scene tape.
It's there for a reason.
Look, we only came over to get a closer look at the ride because I used to have one just like it.
Gus and I built it from scratch in auto shop.
Spencer, you don't want this case.
Oh, but I do.
But you can't have it.
Oh, but I will.
Stop it.
Look, Lassie, I know we've had our kerfuffles in the past, but let's be honest.
This has all the makings of a Psych special.
Fast cars.
Fast food.
Fast women.
That, too.
The answer is no.
I've done too much work on this case already so I will thank you to get lost.
In fact, I'll even help you.
Miller, escort these two out of here, please.
Well, in that case, I guess we'll just have to race you for it.
What! Go give them a ticket.
We know the Lamborghini was traveling approximately the driver was killed so we can extrapolate the shooter's location based on how long it took the dead man's car to come to a stop.
Well, how did the shooter even find him? They found an illegal tracking device under the hood.
Now watch.
Awesome driving.
Thank you, McNab.
There's actually quite a bit more to pursuit driving than most people think.
I was talking about the other guy.
Watch for the flash, Gus.
As soon as Lassie hits 88, he goes back in time.
And this time, he does not go to the prom with his sister.
It was his mother, and it was the "Enchantment Under the Sea" dance.
Come on, man.
It was a throw-away.
So we could make an entrance.
But you got it wrong.
I can't do this with you right now.
Spencer, I am trying to investigate a murder, so unless you have a reason to be here, leave.
Oh, I have a reason.
I'm getting that the shooter was in a second car, one with wide tires found on street-racing hot-rod type vehicles.
Tell me something I don't know.
All right.
America's never lost a war when donkeys were in use and the Lamborghini's vehicle identification number was altered, which means it was stolen before.
I knew that already as well.
The part about the VIN number, not the donkeys.
That's an interesting fact.
What I need to know is where the shooter's car was.
Well, why don't you just extrapolate based on how long it took for the dead man's car to coast to a stop? Yeah.
What chocolate Einstein just said.
Um, Lassie, are you humming danger music? We're done here.
O'Hara, we got an ID on that victim yet? His name is Max Contreras.
He's a known street racer, has a long list of priors.
And get this.
He's a huge gambler.
Owes a bundle to none other than Logan Paget.
Who's that? Paget's a big time exotic car collector and suspected loan shark.
That's interesting.
By the way, it's pronounced "Paget.
" No, it isn't.
It is when I say it.
Now let's saddle up and go talk to this frog.
He is not French, Shawn.
And that term is a slur.
Oh, please.
He won't be offended.
The French are known for their wonderful sense of humor.
Excuse me.
You're not going anywhere on this, Spencer, because you're not on this case.
Dad! They're on the case.
Henry! With all due respect, Carlton, you've been after these guys for months with no luck, and now someone is dead.
It's time for all hands on deck.
That comes straight from the chief.
Not me.
I don't need help questioning Paget.
" Shut up.
That's why we're sending Shawn and Gus to see if they can find any street racers that Contreras hung with.
Maybe they can help.
What do you even know about street racing anyway? Only what we learned from The Fast and the Furious.
So everything.
But don't think we're partners on this.
I'm in charge.
I promise to follow you to the letter.
As long as that letter isn't "Q.
" Or any other vowel, for that matter.
Shawn, you're to play by the book on this one.
You find anything out, you make any move, you first report to Lassiter.
Got it? Done and done.
Are we really going to check everything with Lassiter? Of course not.
Don't be ridiculous.
That's a '93 Avanti.
They only made 189 of these things.
Its design was inspired by the '64 Studebaker Avanti.
Here, see the square headlights? Seven "Z" type.
'09 Aston Martin.
We have work to do, Mister Bond.
Mister Paget.
It's pronounced "Paget.
" I've heard it both ways.
I'm Detective Lassiter.
This is my partner, Detective O'Hara.
We have a few questions for you about Max Contreras.
We understand you knew him.
Max was a business associate.
He worked for me occasionally.
He was a gifted mechanic.
An artist.
Just like one of your precious porcelain dolls.
You see, I don't collect dolls.
You look like the kind of guy who does.
We also know that Max owed you a lot of money.
Am I to assume that I'm now a suspect in your murder case? No.
Don't touch, please.
Don't be stupid, Mister Paget.
We both know that even the lowest of two-bit loan sharks doesn't kill someone who owes them money.
When did you last talk to Contreras? Ah, it's been weeks.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare this baby for an auction.
Yeah, just one more question.
You were the You were the Would you turn that off? Turn off the car! You're the registered owner of the vehicle that Max was driving the night he was murdered.
It was taken from a restaurant valet.
That's interesting because we don't have any record of you reporting it stolen.
Must have slipped my mind.
See, I think you are hiding something.
Maybe I just have that kind of face.
Dude, we've been to five of these places and no one's heard anything about street racing or even heard of Max.
Just do this one, and then I'll get you some astronaut ice cream.
Damn right, you will.
Excuse us.
I'm Shawn.
This is my associate, MC Clap Yo Handz.
With a "Z.
" We're looking for some street racing action.
Or any kind of action.
Don't know anything about that so you can get the hell out of here.
With a "Z.
" Dude, she's lying.
I know.
There's no "Z" in asses.
I'm talking about the street racing.
Right, right.
What? Seriously! Dude, do that again.
I've been trying to come up with an entrance bit like that since I accidently threw Gus' wallet into a fireplace.
I knew a squirrel didn't swipe it off a windowsill.
There was a squirrel outside and it was eyeing your wallet.
You lying bastard.
I was positing a theory to help cushion the blow for you.
You ruined my wallet and blamed it on an animal.
Squirrels bite, Gus.
So what? And you wanted to believe it.
Hey, whoa, hey! Who the hell are you guys? They're nobodies.
And by nobodies, she means experienced street racers who also happen to dabble in flatulence.
What? I'm sorry.
Stamp collecting.
It's "philately," Shawn.
I'm afraid that's the word for "fart.
" You need to get the hell out of here.
Damn, girl.
Hold on.
Take it easy, Gina.
Clearly, these guys are insane.
They're just looking to have some fun.
I race hard.
You race hard.
You're an awesome key flipper, I can play Sowing the Seeds of Love on the recorder.
He has that head.
Now we all know each other.
Why don't you tell us where the next race is? What's your name? Shawn.
There's an old saying, Shawn.
"If you need to ask, you don't belong there.
" I knew that.
Then why'd you ask? Well, if you must know, it's a rhetorical question.
Sort of like, "Where's Waldo? " Or "Are you smarter than a fifth grader?" If you can find the race, happy to see you there.
Cool, man.
Gus! For goodness sake, careful.
I'm sorry.
He's all thumbs.
Are you guys done here? Sorry again about that.
Oh, my You're making a mess.
I had that perfectly organized.
I need a map.
Where's the map? Under my backup breath mints, next to my lavender scalp oil.
Lavender scalp oil? You've been using that stuff since we did that model thing, huh? Every day.
A player needs to shine, Shawn.
What are you doing? Wait a minute, these are streets and times and dates.
Gus, I know where the next race is.
We just need wheels.
That's a negative, Shawn.
You already tricked out my car once.
Yeah, and it looked awesome.
And I almost got fired.
We'll have to figure something else out then.
Everybody else's hood stays up by themselves.
How long do I have to do this? Gus, we have to feature the engine.
We have to show it to people.
That's what they do.
Sit tight.
I'm going to go get my Paul Walker on.
This is embarrassing.
Your dad's going to kill you for taking his truck.
Monte Carlo, huh? It's blue.
It's boxy.
What the hell are you talking about, man? I'm talking about your machine, man.
My buddy Max had one just like it.
Max Contreras.
El Guapo.
Do you guys know him? I know he got a bullet put in his head.
Yeah, I heard that.
Bummed me out.
You wouldn't happen to know who did it, would you? You know what we do with little guys who come around here asking bitch-ass questions? I'm guessing he doesn't break into song? No, we kick their bitch asses! Uh Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Chill out, man.
Chill out! All right? You're not going to do nothing.
You're going to turn around.
You're going to walk out of here.
You understand? Yeah.
Side note.
That guy would have killed me.
Quickly and quietly.
My body turns up in a ditch somewhere.
Nah, they would have never found your body.
No body.
And yet, you didn't back down.
Well, you know I don't really like to Think ahead.
I understand that approach well.
You found the race.
Here I am.
You know I won't say I'm not impressed.
You're awesome.
You have a great crew.
You look like Flea.
Come on, guys.
Gus, look.
Ta-da! This is your ride? Seriously? She may look like hell.
She may sound like hell.
She may run like hell.
She may smell like hell.
But she is fast as hell.
I guess we should do this then, huh? Absolutely! Do what? How was this a good idea? What would you have me do, Gus? Huh? Back down? No.
I've got to protect my rep.
You don't have a rep.
I'm building it, dude.
Don't you see? If we're going to get to the bottom of Max's murder, we've gotta have some street cred.
Hey, Nix! We're racing for pinks.
As in pink slips? Like ownership papers? Pink's Hot Dogs.
I have a coupon.
That's my coupon.
It's his coupon.
'Cause I'd rather have that than your truck.
Oh, yeah? You sure about that? I'm sure.
I think I can beat this guy.
Are you insane? I have a secret weapon.
What! Nitrous? You are insane.
You wouldn't believe how easy that thing was to install.
No, Shawn, it's incredibly complicated.
Did you retool the front end? Nope.
Did you adjust the intake? What's an intake? Did you exchange the exhaust valve? Jeez, Gus, you know so much about this.
I should have had you install it.
Let me out of this car.
Come on! Come on! Come on, come on, come on.
Okay, dude, ready? Hit it! Absolutely not.
We can win this thing.
We can also die.
Stop it! No! Ah! I won't forgive you for this.
Thank you.
I said I won't forgive you.
Viva México! You kidding me? We did it! He beat us, Shawn.
By so much less than I thought he would.
I knew it.
You must have accidentally cut the brake line when you installed the nitrous.
The only thing I cut was that long cable going from the pedals to the rear wheels.
I'm going to kill you, Shawn! Are we dead? I'm not.
But if you are, can I have the $6,218 in your your rainy-day money-market account? How do you know exactly how much money I have in there? Wild guess.
Wow! That's some of the craziest stuff I've seen in a long time! Whoo! You know you two have got a lot of balls.
Four, actually.
And a phantom one that I call "Rigby.
" Or your asses are just lucky.
Look, Gina, don't be We live on the edge, Tommy.
I thought you were a lot of talk.
We are all talk.
No, we're not.
Gus, we're not.
We're all action.
Listen, we're having a party tomorrow night at the shop.
You make me laugh.
You two should come.
We'll be there, man.
I almost got killed pulling out of my own damn driveway.
I warned you two about going by the book on this one, so unless you've got something useful from that little stunt, I'm cutting you loose.
Dad, we've got something more than useful.
Gus and I have identified Max's old crew.
We're already making inroads.
That's right.
Pretty soon we'll get nicknames.
I'm thinking Torch and Road Rash.
You lied to us, Paget.
Really? How so? You said that you hadn't spoken to Max Contreras in weeks, but your phone records tell a different story.
In fact, you talked to him quite a bit last week, including Tuesday night at 8:41.
Right after Max boosted your Lamborghini.
Tell us again why you never reported your car stolen? I've kind of been busy, you know.
Bull crunch.
Max knew exactly who boosted your car, so he made you an offer.
He was gonna recover it for you and you were gonna erase his debt.
Only you didn't trust Max.
After all, he was a thief.
So you called him up and sure enough he had a change of heart.
He was gonna keep the car for himself so you hopped in your fastest vehicle, you tracked him down and took him out.
I've got you on conspiracy to commit grand theft.
And I'm just getting started.
Yes, I hired Max.
Yes, I called him after he retrieved my car.
But he didn't tell me that he had a change of heart.
Well, what did he say, then? He said someone was after him.
Who? He didn't get a chance to tell me that.
And from the sound of his voice, he was scared.
Whoever it was, he knew they were going to get to him.
Shawn, you agreed that Lassiter would be point on this investigation.
I expect you to honor it.
Tell him now.
Tell me what? All right.
It took a brush with death, but Gus and I were able to infiltrate Max's old crew and I am sensing that is where we will find his killer.
Based on what Paget says, that actually makes sense.
Whoever killed Max had to be a better driver than him.
Maybe it was an old street racing buddy or somebody that he, I don't know, used to boost cars with.
Things went bad between them.
Max decides to take this guy out.
Adequate job, Spencer.
O'Hara and I will shake these gearheads down.
Where can I find him? Whoa, whoa, whoa, Lassie.
Tap the brakes.
You can't just go in there and slap these guys around all limp-wristy, expecting them to tell you everything.
I've never had a limp wrist in my life.
Look, these dudes are a tribe, all right? They've very close-knit, which is why Road Rash and I will be hanging out with them tonight.
Why do I have to be Road Rash? Because I'm Torch.
I want a different nickname.
They all know you as Road Rash.
Everybody does.
If you switch now, there will be mass confusion.
Shawn, you made that name up one minute ago.
What do you want to be called? Mellow Rush.
That sounds like a crappy energy drink that gives you tongue hives.
How about Crankshaft? The old, cantankerous man from the comic strip? Okay.
Miss Whiddleberry it is.
Enough! Enough! Look, Shawn is right.
If he and Gus can go out and get enough concrete evidence to nail the shooter, I say it's worth it.
You have six hours to give me a suspect, and I want the address where you're going to be.
You ready to go, G- Force? Now that's what's up.
What! What! All right, now listen.
When you're with me, what's mine is yours.
Can I have that puka shell necklace? No.
Of course.
I was kidding.
Dude, did you make a chain out of paperclips? Gus, I didn't have a lot of time.
What I had was office supplies.
Yeah! Yeah! Whoo! Worst crash ever, Phoenix '06.
Hands down.
I'm in a GTO and racing this Supra.
A total ricer kicking his import ass, doing 90.
All of a sudden my back end gets loose.
Boom! Hit the guardrail, flip it six times.
Dag, Stig, you're lucky to be alive.
Talking about worst crash, how about Tommy last year at Bonneville.
Oh, man, okay, he's trying to get to 200, right? The front end of his Camaro came off the ground, flew like what? Like 50 feet? What? By the end there was hardly any car left.
It was crazy.
Tommy was in a coma for a month.
It was barely three weeks.
It was a little nap.
I can't wait to try it again.
What do you have, a death wish? No.
It's just the opposite, Whiddleberry.
They say that when you're going that fast, that's when you really know what it is to be alive.
It's pure adrenaline.
It's not about the speed and checkered flags.
Anybody with the right engine and enough horsepower can do that.
It's about freedom and barriers.
You tell me I can't do something, I'm going to show you that I can.
Or I'm going to die trying.
Adrenaline, that's God's greatest gift.
How close did you get? almost taste it.
You want the ultimate thrill? You got to be willing to pay the ultimate price.
Point Break.
I think you should go for it, man.
Do whatever it takes.
And what about you, Gina? Awfully quiet over there.
How'd you get your war wound? Vegas, '09.
Dodge Challenger.
Ran a red light and got T- boned by a big rig.
Max was driving.
Gina loses the use of two of her fingers and Max walks away without a scratch.
Some boyfriend, huh? Ex-boyfriend.
Son of a bitch never even apologized to you.
I'd never treat you that way.
You know what? I never trusted the bastard, so I say good riddance.
Hey, Max was once a good friend to all of us.
That's how we're going to remember him.
You're right.
Let's go outside.
Not you.
Now she wants to talk, huh? We can talk.
Or What are you doing? That's my car! She's a beauty.
Nova, huh? Did you know that no va means "no go" in Spanish? These bad boys did not sell well in the Latin American countries, except, curiously, Honduras.
Stig and Juice Box really hating on Max in there.
What's that all about? You ask a lot of questions.
Oh, yeah? Mmm-hmm.
Hey! Relax, I think we got this backwards.
Don't flatter yourself.
I'm looking for a wire.
A wire? Are you Are you crazy, Gina? You think I'm a cop? I'm not a cop.
I'm a car guy, just like you.
Except you're a girl, obviously.
Car guy, huh? Just like me? Just like you.
Tell me exactly what you see here.
All right, what do we got? We got a A fan belt, a radiator, air filter.
Cowl induction.
Rochester four-barrel, Edelbrock intake, open headers, Exactly.
Those are the mods on Tommy's car.
Not mine.
Tell me exactly who you are, Shawn.
Right now.
All right.
I guess I should start at the beginning.
It's 1976.
Fernando was at the top of the charts.
A Georgia peanut farmer was the leader of the free world.
Now, Gina, don't do anything crazy.
I don't hit women.
Freeze! Put down the firearm! Back off, now! Get your hand off me, cop! Punch me in the face.
What? You're gonna blow my cover! Now punch me in the face! I'm not going to punch you in the face.
Ronald Reagan was a terrible president.
You son of a bitch! I'll go quietly.
Get up! There they are.
Nice work, guys.
Thank you, Buzz.
I meant nice work getting owned by a girl.
For your information, we did not get owned.
We refused to fight back.
We don't hit women.
That's right.
No, but apparently she does.
We got the preliminary ballistics on Gina's gun.
It was used to kill Max Contreras.
Gina was the shooter? Not Gina.
That was her alias.
Her real name was Mary Armstrong.
I almost made out with a woman named Mary Armstrong? You weren't about to make out with anybody.
Says who? She kicked you in the belly.
After I disarmed her and saved your butt.
I'm sorry.
She just didn't seem like a Mary Armstrong to me.
Maria? Sure.
Marisol, Mandinga.
Her name's not important.
What's important is that she was Max's ex-Iover and part of the crew that stole Paget's Lamborghini.
Max betrayed them when he stole it back, so she went after him and took him out.
And the good news, gentlemen, is that she is going away for a very long time.
Your lunch money is safe.
All right, look, guys, the big score here is that we all worked together.
I think we've turned a corner.
Great work.
I don't like the way that shook out at all.
Lassie smugly breaking down the case, people laughing at our expense.
Gina turns out to be Mary.
It's all very vexing.
Don't you feel vexed? No.
We solved the case.
It all worked out the way it should be.
That is what is disturbing me.
It never works out the way it should.
That's not our process.
Our process is messy.
It's haphazard.
It's definitely not like that.
I don't buy it.
Well, you're not going to get it for free.
What is wrong with you? You're driving like a maniac! I think these car people are rubbing off on me, Gus.
I'm doing it fast and furious.
I'm living life a quarter mile at a time.
Will you get over this thing and stop talking like a movie poster? Wait a minute.
Gina loses the use of two of her fingers.
Tell me exactly who you are, Shawn, right now.
Why are you singing Lassie's danger music? It's catchy.
And the shot that killed Max came from the right.
So? So, Gina can't grip anything with her right hand.
Not a wrench, not a steering wheel, and definitely not a gun.
So if she was the one chasing Max, she would have to steer and shoot with the same hand.
No one can do that.
Not at 90 miles an hour.
You know what this means, Gus? Gina is not our killer.
Don't you mean Mary? No.
She'll always be Gina to me.
All right.
If it wasn't Gina, who was it? It's obvious, Shawn.
It's Tommy.
Gus, don't be the second drummer from 38 Special.
It clearly wasn't Tommy.
Why are you not getting this? These guys are like the mafia and Tommy's like a street racing Don Corleone.
There's a code of honor and Max broke it when he stole that car.
It easily could have been one of the other dudes.
Stig, obviously in love with Gina.
Juice Box, they didn't trust the bastard.
Shawn, it's Tommy.
You know it.
He was the one driving Gina's car.
Why is everyone suddenly breaking down this case but me? Because you won't.
And worse still, you broke the first rule of undercover work.
You got too close.
You've gone all Point Break.
Okay, that's just nuts.
Is it, Johnny Utah? Don't you dare use that name as a slur.
I don't have to stand for this.
Give me your keys so I can storm out of here.
Take your motorcycle.
All right.
Hey, windbreaker or pea coat? Windbreaker.
Hands down, worst stormer-outer ever.
Psychic detective? That's pretty cool.
You must have seen some wild stuff.
Oh, you have no idea.
Once there was this shark Shawn.
This kills me to say, but, Tommy, you are a thief and you are a murderer.
We know you killed Max.
You pinned it on Gina and you almost managed to bamboozle me with your incredible awesomeness.
Almost? Sorry, dude, I will never doubt you again.
Now who's a liar? Touché.
Listen, it's over.
We got you.
You can't kill everyone.
Yeah, you're right.
Max used the car as an insurance policy against me coming after him.
He thought I wouldn't risk destroying something that meant so much to me.
He just didn't know me as well as he thought he did.
I'm not the one to lose ever.
He was sloppy so he had to go.
For Gina, eventually they're going to figure out that she's innocent.
But by then I'll be long gone.
So unfortunately that just leaves one thing to do before I leave.
You tell me I can't do something, I'm going to show you that I can.
Or I'm going to die trying.
The Lamborghini.
You're going to steal the Lamborghini again.
Who told you, right? That's insane.
It's locked up in the police impound.
You're not getting it.
This is where you come in.
You're going to go and you're going to get it.
Is that right? Suppose I go there and tell them exactly what you're up to.
You're probably going to have to.
But I just want you to know, Shawn, that if I see any cops coming, your friend's going to die.
That was quick.
Guys at impound must have not been paying attention.
No, they were.
Then I busted out the Rice Krispie treats.
It's like fly paper, man.
Seriously, those things are really sticky.
Where's Gus? This guy's always entertaining, you know? I'm going to miss that.
Save your compliments, Tommy.
Toss me the keys.
Gus first! I'm in here.
Let me out! Seriously, dudes? There's plenty of room in this car! Why'd you have to put him in the trunk? It's a very small back seat.
Get over there.
Now toss me the keys.
I like you, Shawn.
But I will kill you.
That's a smart move.
Let's go.
Get over here.
All right, good.
What is that? Cops put a tracker on this car.
I'd do the same thing.
Cops aren't stupid, I'm just smarter.
All right, I'd say they're about two minutes away.
Boys, we're good to go.
Get out of here, all right? Just scatter.
Catch you later.
See you, boys.
You know I was serious when I said that it would be good to have a guy like you come along.
You should come with us.
Come on.
You got the kamikaze in you.
I can smell it.
It's not the kamikaze.
It's CK One.
It's for men and women.
And you know what, you're full of it, man.
God's greatest gift is not adrenaline.
It's friendship.
I would never do anything to hurt Gus.
Even if he betrayed me.
And he feels the same way about me.
Um Have it your way.
So we're letting him go? Shouldn't that sentence start with, "Hey, man, thanks for saving my life?" Okay.
Thank you.
But we're still letting a murderer go free.
I got three zucchini and a gourd that says we're not.
That crazy son of a bitch isn't gonna stop.
No! No! No! Maybe he is.
Move in! Vegetables in the tailpipe.
I don't know if that's brilliant or stupid.
Probably stupid.
Well, there's a fine line between the two.
Hey, Shawn, still about freedom and barriers.
No regrets, bro.
Good luck selling that to the other murderers in cell block C, bro.
Whiddleberry, nothing personal.
The name is Gus.
Whiddleberry? It used to be G-Force.
Very briefly.
Well, Spencer, this was a big collar for you.
It's a shame I have to put in a recommendation for your suspension.
What? You stole a car from the police impound.
He was gonna kill Gus.
He was bluffing.
I'm afraid I couldn't take that chance.
You don't negotiate with kidnappers.
It's Cop 101.
But we're talking about Gus.
He's one of us.
Excuse me? I'm sorry.
That was insensitive.
The fact of the matter is I'm quite fond of you, Guster.
Although, professionally, I do often wonder what you bring to the table.
I'm being honest.
Okay, Lassie, things Gus brings to the table.
One, the blueberry.
Two, the super sniffer.
Three, a positive working attitude.
Four, feng shui expertise.
Oh, it is such a shame that you didn't get to see me behind the wheel of that machine.
What do you say the two of us take it for a little spin? It's still evidence, Shawn.
You know you want to.
I really don't.
Yeah, you do because you have the kamikaze in you, and I can smell it from a mile away.
That's disgusting.
That's Point Break! Never seen it.
You've never seen Point Break? Nope.
I've seen Fast Break.
Fast Break? With Gabe Kaplan? Spencer, get out of the car! 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 I know, you know I know, you know