Show: Psych - 1x4
How long do we have to wait?
Until we catch our bad guy.
Can I sleep?
You can't sleep on a stakeout, Shawn.
You can eat, you can chew gum...
but you can't drink, because if you drink, you're going to have to pee, and the target always comes out right when you got to pee.
Now I think I got to pee.
Well, then, Shawn, your bladder's going to get some training tonight, too.
We got action.
Now, I want you to stay...
I know.
I know, I know.
Shh.
Go, go.
Come on.
I got you!
I got you red-handed, you lying son of a bitch. "
I don't know what happened to your newspaper, Henry. "
You're transparent, Clark.
You didn't think I could nab a liar like you?
I can explain.
Tell it to the neighborhood watch association.
Give the paper to the boy, Clark.
What the hell are you doing?
Checking baseball scores.
My fantasy team is killing me.
This is the chief's office.
I know.
She runs the league.
I'm kidding.
She's in a meeting.
She won't mind.
Plus, we look really important hanging out in here.
Gus, have you tried this chair?
It's a pregnancy chair.
We have to get one for the office, immediately.
My birthing canal has never felt so in line.
We need to get out of here.
She told me to wait.
For what?
I'm not a mind reader.
No, that's just what you tell everybody.
I want you to try this chair.
I'm not trying that chair, Shawn.
I'll sit on the birthing ball.
I kid you not, that thing is like a refreshing waterfall cascading down your vertebrae.
It might help with your stomach issues.
Who told you I had stomach issues?
Uh, my nose?
The vent in the bathroom?
Air fresheners all over the place?
I'm trying a new medication For my lactose intolerance.
I believe the problem is physical, and I think it can be cured by what I am now referring to as... "
the magic springy bounce-up chair. "
Hey, Shawn.
Smoothies are here.
Pineapple?
Of course.
Thanks, Buzz.
You're having food delivered?
They were already going out.
Oh, boy.
I tell you...
wow.
What did I tell you?
Now, take a hit off this bad boy and complete the moment.
You've earned it.
What do you think this is, Mr.
Guster?
I apologize.
This will never happen again.
Give me that!
Boys, out.
Gus, a smoothie?
You know these things stain.
Mmm.
But they are very delicious.
Chief, would you like some?
That's not my smoothie.
I don't care whose smoothie it is.
I don't even remember why I asked you to stay now.
You want us on that case, with the blond woman.
Mm-hmm.
Wintersby.
Willachek?
Whistlerbottom.
No, no...
Wilcroft.
No, that's not...
Okay, wait a minute.
Were you listening in on my conversation?
I don't know if I heard it psychically or if I saw you walk by with her and detective Lassiter, but I definitely heard the word "psychic. "
The woman, Raylene, said she visits an occasional psychic.
She wasn't asking for one.
Well, not in so many words.
No, not in any words.
This is a bank robbery case.
We don't need psychics for a bank robbery case.
Bank robbery?
Mm-hmm.
I didn't read anything in the paper about bank robbery.
It was four years ago.
So it went unsolved?
It was solved.
Well, then what does she need a psychic for?
Gus, that is a perfectly reasonable question.
Thank you, chief.
We'll be leaving now.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm still confused.
Her husband's partners are getting out of jail.
This is a routine warning that we issue when someone may potentially be in danger.
This is the part where we offer up our services.
No, I think this is the part where we leave.
That's a good idea.
But we...
Believe it or not, Mr.
Spencer, crimes were solved long before you got here, and they continue to be solved when you're not around.
Oh, I remember what I wanted to tell you.
What?
Stay out of my chair.
Bank robbers?
Dude, that's awesome.
We should go find Lassiter and our future client.
We got to go.
Dude, this woman is on an eternal quest for a good psychic.
That's me.
I'm going to go find her.
I'm staying right here.
Great idea.
Wait 10 seconds and make an entrance.
Drink some.
Are you saying that I'm in danger?
Your husband's partners are being paroled today.
I have reason to believe their first order of business is going to be to try and find that lost money.
But the only person who knew where that money ended up was my husband.
I know that, but do they?
Hey, Lassy.
Juliet.
I don't believe we've met...
or did we meet...
in a bank?
No, that's not it.
Why am I getting "bank"?
Piggy bank?
Sperm bank?
Doesn't matter.
I'm Shawn Spencer.
I am the official head psychic here at the department.
You don't have a title, and there is serious doubt as to whether you're really even psychic.
I solved the McCallum disappearance, and the Summerland murder.
Oh, and I found your keys...
and your badge.
Out.
Shawn, where are my keys?
What?
No.
Out.
If you don't mind, we're a little busy.
We have a...
Excuse us, Raylene.
Do we know each other?
No, we don't.
I'm sorry.
Psychic.
Remember?
Sometimes, I can't turn it off.
Do you do readings?
We do it all.
Full service.
I'm a bit of an enthusiast.
I used to have a regular girl read for me.
Really.
Uh...
here's a card.
We're at the beachfront location.
I could put my cell number on the back if you have any questions.
Anytime, really.
Thank you.
You're so kind.
This is a pharmaceutical company.
Like I said, we do it all.
Well, I always say, "a man with many hats... "
"Doesn't like his haircut"?
Exactly.
I thought I was the only one who read that book.
That's my favorite.
Mine too.
And...
scene.
Dude, what took you so long?
This is good stuff.
You've got to see what happened to this car.
I mean, it was really...
what?
What happened here?
Oh, that?
I had a drywaller come in, take out a wall.
A wall?
This is a rental.
What do you think our landlord is going to say?
Gee, I don't know. "
Thank you"?
Gus, this place was way too cramped.
My name is on that lease.
Don't worry.
I'll make sure you get a thank-you note, too.
You're taking my name off the lease, and the door, and these Frisbees.
Gus, don't be ridiculous.
Look, I'm almost positive this isn't a load-bearing wall, but if you're really concerned, why don't you go jump up and down in the attic and make sure.
What is she doing here?
Ah.
She's our first real client.
Actual client?
Hired for the job?
Actual client.
Go on, man.
I have to admit, when I met you at the police station, I was intrigued, so I checked your recent track record.
It's amazing, really.
Well, it's...
it's a team effort.
Not really.
I do most of the work.
what can we help you with, ma'am?
I need you to get in contact with someone.
Well, tracking people down is our specialty.
What?
Oh, it's not now?
This one might be a little tricky.
How tricky?
Is the person out of the state?
Country?
He's dead.
Ah, and I assume that's why you need a psychic.
Hold on.
Dead?
Like dead-dead?
Currently being eaten by worms?
He's actually entombed in a mausoleum.
Gus, he's ascended to the next dimension.
It's fine.
No, Shawn, I think we might be at a bit of an impasse.
What exactly do you need to know?
My husband was not a perfect man.
He got himself in a bit of trouble.
Okay, I'll be host...
It was a lot of trouble.
He got involved in a bank robbery.
He was one of three, but the only one who didn't go to prison.
Unfortunately, the reason he didn't get caught was that he drove his car down an embankment...
Wait.
I see rain.
No roads.
No.
There was a fiery crash, wasn't there?
Yes.
What would you like me to ask, Raylene?
Well, this is hard to say, but he was the one designated to bury the money.
They were to all meet later and divide the cash, only his partners were caught first.
So why wait until now?
His partners think that I know where he hid the money.
If I don't give it to them, they're going to kill me.
Shawn, can I speak to you outside, please?
I...
guess.
Dude, what is wrong with you?
Shawn, I don't know how to break this to you, but you are not psychic.
Clue me in on the problem here.
It's a big problem when the job requires extensive conversing with the dead.
Gus, what is the question that she wants answered? "
Where is the money," right?
That doesn't require any actual dead guy chit-chat.
We simply trace his last steps, do a little research, ask a few questions, and bingo.
Stop saying "bingo. "
You know how I hate that.
Okay, fine.
Yahtzee.
We're not doing it, Shawn.
Mah-Jongg!
Gus!
Mrs.
Wilcroft...
Raylene.
Raylene.
Your problem is...
outside of our reach.
You are in real danger.
I'd like to recommend police protection.
I'm pleased to be of service.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I know they're in there.
Just so you know, I am uncomfortable with intra-office romance.
I wasn't considering it...
and I'm completely uncomfortable with the implication.
So it wasn't true?
The rumor about you and your last partner.
I'm not going to dignify that with a response.
Mm-hmm.
This is them.
The bank robbers?
Yeah, a bit worse for wear than the day I arrested them.
You caught them?
I was part of a team, but yeah, it was mostly me.
That's a big deal.
Would've been a big deal if I found the money and closed the case.
Things like that make a career.
Instead, I got a bunch of loose ends, a dead guy, and $3.6 million in cash that vanished into thin air.
It's funny.
They don't look so mean.
What do you mean, "mean"?
They look like repairmen.
Big repairmen, but they don't look like killers.
Duck.
Eyes of a serpent, ears of a bat...
send us a signal from...
Shawn.
I hear a voice.
Can I see you outside, please?
It wants me to come outside.
Now?
I should go.
Is that my bathrobe?
What are you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing?
I'm having a seance.
You can't have a seance.
There are no rules against having a seance.
Anyone can have one.
It's le a garage sale or plastic surgery.
Okay, first of all, technically, you need to have a permit to have a garage sale.
Secondly, you cannot speak to the dead.
Oh, Gus, you don't understand at all, do you?
I don't need to make contact with the dead.
No, I need to speak with all the people in that room.
They're witnesses.
We can piece together the rest based on the information they give us.
I'm already on to something.
Check this out.
The dead guy was on the lam for three days with the cash.
He had help.
From whom?
I'm almost there.
Raylene...
Yes, Shawn?
I'm sensing the last time he called, before the accident.
Ellen was the only one who talked to him.
Ellen.
Yes, I feel that deeply.
You didn't tell the police that, did you?
No, I was afraid.
He's my brother.
I didn't want to turn him in.
No, of course not.
Where did he call from?
A pay phone outside a store.
Yes, it was a store.
I feel it.
Which store?
Uh, I think it was a...
Thrifty Mart.
Up north.
He'd been driving.
I...
I've always imagined it was the one near...
Pismo?
Pismo.
Yes.
But the spirits are confused.
They need more specific directions.
Nearest...
cross street?
Uh, just past the park we used to hike with Roger.
Who's Roger?
He's our cousin.
Really?
But wait!
There's more.
The spirits are asking me...
what is Roger's address?
I really haven't seen Roger in years.
Come on, Ellen!
Work with me!
Think harder.
Sorry.
How about a phone number?
Okay.
Gus, what have you done?
You've broken the chain of spiritual trust.
I didn't break anything.
Don't ruin it for everyone, Gus.
I'm not ruining anything.
Listen, Raylene, I have to apologize to you.
You seem like a very decent person, but what you need is protection, not this.
A bodyguard, a policeman.
I can assure you, there is no spirit in here.
What?
And let me make you a guarantee.
There is absolutely no way there'll be any sort of contact with zombies...
You okay?
I think that's all for us tonight, ladies.
Did you do that?
Why would I ruin our totally cool window?
For effect.
To make me think you contacted an evil ghost.
Gus, please.
Why didn't you float that idea by me sooner?
That's genius.
Somebody obviously wants us off this case.
I think it's those convicts, but whoever it is, we'll never find them.
I just saw them run off.
You sure about that?
Yeah.
Ladies, stay here.
We're going after them...
or it.
Let's get some tacos.
And then the window just shattered.
And you think ghosts did it?
No, no, no, no, though there may have been some women present who thought ghosts were responsible.
I blame it on the two convicts from the Holmby Bank robbery.
I'm sorry.
I still don't understand why that means you need to see the entire case file.
Oh, no, Juliet, we don't need to see the whole thing.
No, just the cover page, one or two others here or there...
definitely the witness list...
you got to see that.
And the chief's okay with this?
Oh, yeah!
Yeah!
I don't think so.
No?
No.
I liked the other girl better.
Not me.
Hey, since we're here, we should do some digging.
Good idea.
Why don't you dig me getting the hell out of here and going to get some sleep?
I set you up for that.
Lobbed it right over the plate.
Mr.
Spencer!
Oh!
Hey, you.
What a surprise.
You look different.
Yes, I took your advice.
Three weeks without a cigarette.
Well, it has certainly enhanced your aura...
and remember, it wasn't my advice.
It was your grandma's spirit.
Have you...
spoken to her again?
She's here.
Now?
Yes.
Where?
In this hallway?
No.
In the records room.
I thought I felt something eerie in there.
Me too.
Unfortunately, I'm not allowed down there.
Please.
No, no, no.
Not too much light.
You don't want to scare her away.
Yes.
Oh, yes.
Yes, I can feel her, all right.
She's...
she's over by the W's.
Why?
No. "
W".
This is it.
I'm nervous.
Don't be.
I want you to relax, breathe, close your eyes.
Why would she be in the W's?
I don't know.
Did you know any W's?
That bastard Walter.
Walter...
your...
ex?
Wow.
Yes.
I hear something.
Me too.
Paper!
No.
No, it's not paper.
Yes, it's clearly paper.
You have to concentrate.
Breathe.
Deeply.
No.
Uh-uh.
I'm definitely not feeling anything anymore.
I think we've lost her.
I'm so sorry I couldn't reach her.
It's okay.
I know how temperamental the spirit world can...
your hand!
It was the spirits.
It's a message from beyond.
What does it say?
I think I should keep it to myself.
It's a private message.
Dude, you look so peaceful when you're sleeping.
Never come in my apartment again.
I've seen the Holmby Bank file.
Shawn, I don't want to...
The cousin is the key.
The cousin the sister mentioned?
And immediately regretted.
You could see it.
She let it slip.
Dude, the guy runs a cemetery.
Which one?
Oh, I don't know, the one David Wilcroft is buried in.
I bet you dollars to donuts he knows exactly where the money is.
Look, it's all right here on my hand.
His name is Roger Blaine.
Creepy as all-get-out.
Lives on the grounds alone, no wife, no kids...
not that part.
That's the italian seamstress I met at the renaissance fair.
How much further is this place?
I don't know.
50, 60 miles.
60 miles?
And you didn't get me a donut?
I did get you a donut, and then I ate it.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Solving a crime?
That happens to be our job description.
No, driving so far on a whim. "
A whim," he says.
A guy dies and gets buried by his own weirdo cousin in a tiny cemetery way up the coast in a town with a population of 200.
That is not a whim.
That is a clue.
You think the cousin has the money? "
Roger Blaine"?
That even sounds like an alias.
He could've killed Wilcroft, or it could have been the sister.
Gus, they're all kind of creepy.
The dead guy, the undertaker, the sister, Raylene...
whoa, whoa, whoa.
There's nothing creepy about Raylene.
Nothing creepy about the melodramatic widow?
Are you serious?
Who marries a bank robber?
Who sees a psychic every week?
There's nothing wrong with her, Shawn.
Okay, what is this thing you have with women in jeopardy?
They have a name for this, you know.
It's called the Stockholm syndrome.
No, it's not.
Florence Nightingale's disease?
Are you trying to be funny?
You can't ridicule me because I want to help.
I can when you want to help too much.
You have an unnatural affinity for this woman that I simply cannot wrap my brain around.
She dresses like she's on her way to a PTA meeting.
Fine.
She reminds me of somebody who was very important to me.
Who?
Don't worry about it.
Oh, no.
What?
Don't say it.
What?
Don't say Meredith Baxter Birney.
It's not M.B.B.
This is unhealthy.
Okay, you were in love with her, too.
I loved her because she was Mrs.
Keaton and she gave birth to A.P.K.
It's not her anyway.
Who is it?
My babysitter.
Your babysitter?
Yes, my babysitter.
Gus, Mrs.
Pilderman was in her late 60s.
Mrs.
Pilderman was 37 years old, and she was a nurse, Shawn.
She taught me, you know, about books and art, things like that.
Things like skinny-dipping.
I did not go skinny-dipping with Mrs.
Pilderman.
Well, at least that sheds some light on it.
Huh.
Nobody's home.
No, somebody's here.
You can see through doors now?
That's the new thing?
I can smell the laundry vent.
No, you can't.
Okay.
Oh, Gus, please, with the supersmeller...
you have to stop.
I can smell it, too.
I told you.
Jeans and socks and underwear and a bounce sheet.
Make jokes.
How long do you think it takes to dry a load of clothes?
30 minutes?
Somebody's here and not answering the door.
Gus...
I apologize.
That's very impressive detective work.
I feel a little bad about the donut thing now.
You should.
Dang it.
Let's try the back.
Just stay here.
Watch.
Whoa!
You're not Roger.
No.
No, no, you're, uh...
you're David Wilcroft.
Aren't you supposed to be dead?
Gus?
Look, it�s not that easy to explain.
I'm not a real criminal.
I just...
I got in a little over my head.
You robbed a bank.
I didn't want to.
I was in a bad place.
They trusted me.
I was supposed to stash the cash.
You lost the money.
Yeah.
How'd you know?
Uh...
it was...
it was raining really hard for two whole days.
It was the worst rainstorm in 30 years.
You couldn't find it.
Yeah, by the time the roads reopened, every marker I left was gone.
It was washed away.
I lost three and a half million dollars.
Driving back, I nearly drove off the road.
It was then I realized I'd be better off dead.
And you have been digging ever since.
Every chance I can get out there without the risk of being seen by hikers or mountain bikers, I dig.
You know what?
Raylene is in agony over this.
I didn't mean her any harm...
You were never going to tell her?
I couldn't.
Excuse us a moment.
What?
Gus...
what's happening with you and this guy's wife?
Are you having feelings for this woman?
That's ridiculous.
No, Gus.
This is wonderful.
Look, we didn't know he was alive.
When she came to us, she was technically available...
Shawn, stop it.
I'm not hitting on your wife.
No, he's not, but there is some serious crushing here.
Dude, I am not blind. "
A man with many hats doesn't like his haircut"?
What?
What book is that from?
She's a charming woman. "
A charming woman"?
You're Jane Austen now?
She is an adult.
She is attractive.
She is mature...
Shawn...
David, help me out here.
Tell him that this is healthy.
Raylene is a very dynamic woman.
Everybody's drawn to her.
Look, guys, I know you want to turn me in.
But you've got to understand, I am close.
I am so very close.
I've covered nearly every inch inside the kalish trail loop where I buried it.
And you want us to let you find it?
Get her to hide someplace, someplace safe.
I just want to return the money and get on with my life.
We have to think this through.
Yeah.
You know, in my mind...
they were the lucky ones.
They got to go to prison, pay off their debt to society.
I've been living as a dead man.
If Raylene's going to find out that I'm alive, at the very least don't let it come from a stranger.
Let it come from me.
We're letting him go?
He's not going anywhere until he finds that money.
I doubt that'll be anytime soon.
He did have cool hair, though.
We're missing something else here.
He's the key to solving this puzzle.
We need to tell Raylene.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
We're holding all the cards.
Why would we do that?
Because she's in danger.
Maybe we can fix that.
Your husband, he's alive.
Gus!
Remember the part where we weren't going to tell her?
We never said that.
David's alive?
We found him.
He's with his cousin.
Roger?
No, no, no.
That can't be.
I'm sure your head is spinning, and that you don't feel completely safe right now, but rest assured, we do have a plan.
We are going to put the convicts back in jail.
Where they belong.
And are going to stay for a while.
We'll put these guys behind bars where they belong.
Ugh.
So...
who authorized this stakeout?
What?
You know, who set it up?
I did.
I mean, who sanctioned it?
Approved it.
Above you.
Above me?
I don't think I like where this is going.
I just mean it should be officially sanctioned as per the police code.
Which one?
11a-17.
Ticky-Tack.
Doesn't apply.
In most cases, someone still has to authorize it.
Oh, that's right, I remember now.
I did.
What about 42.211?
What about it?
Well, it states that...
It's superseded by 15.75.
Not necessarily.
If you're in the jurisdiction Of a 23.40, it is.
Maybe. "
Maybe"?
Technically, a 23.40 only applies in federal cases.
What are you doing in here?
I thought we could share info.
What are we looking at?
Get out of my car!
Shouldn't you be wondering how I slid in and lounged for two minutes without you noticing?
You're new and pretty, so it's okay.
You've got 10 seconds before I latch the doors and haul you down to the station.
They don't know where the money is.
What?
Isn't that why you're following them?
So they'll lead you to the money?
Psychic.
It's amazing.
You'll get used to it.
Look, the dead guy buried the money and then lost it, but that's beside the point.
I think we can cut our losses, and put these two back behind bars, if we work together.
And how do we do that?
First, we dress up as musketeers and make a very special pact.
Come on, you watched them pull at least a handful of probation violations.
You've been tailing them.
You saw what they did to my office.
They haven't been anywhere near your office.
They were near enough to bust out my window two nights ago.
You're wrong.
You lost them, anyway.
We'll talk tomorrow.
Bye, Juliet.
They don't want our help?
Of course they don't, but they also lost our guys.
Did you see where they went?
Did I see where they went?
You mean, did I see their car turn right on riverside, or did I see the parking tag from the 2400 motel?
Touch�.
Did you see what kind of whiskey they bought?
Shawn, please.
Time is being wasted.
This is breaking and entering.
No, no, no.
Only if we break something...
and then enter something.
Entering is just "entering. "
I'm not breaking the law, Shawn.
Look, you want to save your little widow?
We've got to find some evidence to put these guys away.
I'm standing firm on this.
Fine.
What about the window?
If it just opens, does that count?
Depends.
Ooh.
I see something.
Shawn?
I might be able to slide this chain off.
Shawn?
Gus, I'm trying to concentrate.
You might want to turn around.
What?
Whoa.
You guys drive come back.
Okay, okay!
Was that really necessary?
Were we resisting?
Man, window inspector?
In a motel?
Okay, I lied.
I did.
I'm sorry.
The truth is...
I'm a psychic.
That's what I do.
Perhaps you've read about me in the paper recently.
I've been in jail four years.
You don't have papers?
I thought you guys had TV and yard darts and Mah-Jongg and...
Okay.
I...
I...
I, uh...
I come bearing a message...
from a departed being.
David Wilcroft...
wants you to know that he lost the money.
It's gone forever.
Why are you telling us this?
Uh, he...
he is concerned that you're going to harm...
rins...
rackle...
Raylene.
Raylene.
Oh, that's funny.
That is funny.
Sse, can you make sure that we are not disturbed?
You can...
can you prove you're a psychic?
Sure.
Sure.
Uh...
uh, you are...
a bank robber.
Yes.
You...
did not like prison...
you are wearing the same pants that you were released in, and you have...
you've packed on a few pounds since being incarcerated...
No, look, man, I'm talking about real proof.
Like a test.
Now, look, if you're right, you live.
If you're wrong...
man, you don't want to be wrong.
Here's the thing.
It's not really a parlor trick...
no.
And...
And I don't want to cheapen it.
Look, prove it now.
Let's go.
What's wrong with you?
Move.
Okay, okay.
How many fingers?
H...
How many, uh...
fingers?
What, are you...
Are you kidding?
I mean...
do I look like I'm joking around?
How many fingers?
We've got to be able to come up With something better...
Time's up.
Four.
All right, how many now?
Two.
Now, can we move on?
Because Gus and I have some questions...
Three.
For instance, why was it so funny when...
Three.
And is it possible...
Still three.
Now it's technically two and a half fingers.
And...
the guy with the gun is flipping me the bird.
You can see my fingers, can't you?
No, no.
Yes.
Yes, I can.
It's the reflection of the TV bouncing off the mirror to the...
to the water pitcher here.
Okay, maybe not.
We're going to try this one more time.
Now, how many fingers?
Dude...
you need to stop picking three.
Respect, man.
Oh, man, that's...
yeah.
They're back here.
I can't believe we lost them.
Don't think that wasn't on purpose.
To Wilcroft!
A hell of a wheel man.
He was the wheel man?
Yeah.
You should know that, right?
Well, Shawn's visions sometimes are scattered.
Incomplete.
How does a wheel man miss a turn on a mountain road?
Oh, I tell you what...
He didn't miss that turn.
I bet he just drove straight off.
You want to know why?
Because he was trying to get away from his...
wife.
Damn, you're good!
Hey, no, no.
That's...
That can't be.
Why would he be...
We called her "the viper. "
She was cold as hell.
Man, we had to do whatever she said.
We had no choice.
Who?
The wife.
Raylene?
You know her?
Well, she came to us.
She wanted to contact David.
Figures.
That was her only weakness.
The occult.
Man, she'd stop at nothing
Until we catch our bad guy.
Can I sleep?
You can't sleep on a stakeout, Shawn.
You can eat, you can chew gum...
but you can't drink, because if you drink, you're going to have to pee, and the target always comes out right when you got to pee.
Now I think I got to pee.
Well, then, Shawn, your bladder's going to get some training tonight, too.
We got action.
Now, I want you to stay...
I know.
I know, I know.
Shh.
Go, go.
Come on.
I got you!
I got you red-handed, you lying son of a bitch. "
I don't know what happened to your newspaper, Henry. "
You're transparent, Clark.
You didn't think I could nab a liar like you?
I can explain.
Tell it to the neighborhood watch association.
Give the paper to the boy, Clark.
What the hell are you doing?
Checking baseball scores.
My fantasy team is killing me.
This is the chief's office.
I know.
She runs the league.
I'm kidding.
She's in a meeting.
She won't mind.
Plus, we look really important hanging out in here.
Gus, have you tried this chair?
It's a pregnancy chair.
We have to get one for the office, immediately.
My birthing canal has never felt so in line.
We need to get out of here.
She told me to wait.
For what?
I'm not a mind reader.
No, that's just what you tell everybody.
I want you to try this chair.
I'm not trying that chair, Shawn.
I'll sit on the birthing ball.
I kid you not, that thing is like a refreshing waterfall cascading down your vertebrae.
It might help with your stomach issues.
Who told you I had stomach issues?
Uh, my nose?
The vent in the bathroom?
Air fresheners all over the place?
I'm trying a new medication For my lactose intolerance.
I believe the problem is physical, and I think it can be cured by what I am now referring to as... "
the magic springy bounce-up chair. "
Hey, Shawn.
Smoothies are here.
Pineapple?
Of course.
Thanks, Buzz.
You're having food delivered?
They were already going out.
Oh, boy.
I tell you...
wow.
What did I tell you?
Now, take a hit off this bad boy and complete the moment.
You've earned it.
What do you think this is, Mr.
Guster?
I apologize.
This will never happen again.
Give me that!
Boys, out.
Gus, a smoothie?
You know these things stain.
Mmm.
But they are very delicious.
Chief, would you like some?
That's not my smoothie.
I don't care whose smoothie it is.
I don't even remember why I asked you to stay now.
You want us on that case, with the blond woman.
Mm-hmm.
Wintersby.
Willachek?
Whistlerbottom.
No, no...
Wilcroft.
No, that's not...
Okay, wait a minute.
Were you listening in on my conversation?
I don't know if I heard it psychically or if I saw you walk by with her and detective Lassiter, but I definitely heard the word "psychic. "
The woman, Raylene, said she visits an occasional psychic.
She wasn't asking for one.
Well, not in so many words.
No, not in any words.
This is a bank robbery case.
We don't need psychics for a bank robbery case.
Bank robbery?
Mm-hmm.
I didn't read anything in the paper about bank robbery.
It was four years ago.
So it went unsolved?
It was solved.
Well, then what does she need a psychic for?
Gus, that is a perfectly reasonable question.
Thank you, chief.
We'll be leaving now.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm still confused.
Her husband's partners are getting out of jail.
This is a routine warning that we issue when someone may potentially be in danger.
This is the part where we offer up our services.
No, I think this is the part where we leave.
That's a good idea.
But we...
Believe it or not, Mr.
Spencer, crimes were solved long before you got here, and they continue to be solved when you're not around.
Oh, I remember what I wanted to tell you.
What?
Stay out of my chair.
Bank robbers?
Dude, that's awesome.
We should go find Lassiter and our future client.
We got to go.
Dude, this woman is on an eternal quest for a good psychic.
That's me.
I'm going to go find her.
I'm staying right here.
Great idea.
Wait 10 seconds and make an entrance.
Drink some.
Are you saying that I'm in danger?
Your husband's partners are being paroled today.
I have reason to believe their first order of business is going to be to try and find that lost money.
But the only person who knew where that money ended up was my husband.
I know that, but do they?
Hey, Lassy.
Juliet.
I don't believe we've met...
or did we meet...
in a bank?
No, that's not it.
Why am I getting "bank"?
Piggy bank?
Sperm bank?
Doesn't matter.
I'm Shawn Spencer.
I am the official head psychic here at the department.
You don't have a title, and there is serious doubt as to whether you're really even psychic.
I solved the McCallum disappearance, and the Summerland murder.
Oh, and I found your keys...
and your badge.
Out.
Shawn, where are my keys?
What?
No.
Out.
If you don't mind, we're a little busy.
We have a...
Excuse us, Raylene.
Do we know each other?
No, we don't.
I'm sorry.
Psychic.
Remember?
Sometimes, I can't turn it off.
Do you do readings?
We do it all.
Full service.
I'm a bit of an enthusiast.
I used to have a regular girl read for me.
Really.
Uh...
here's a card.
We're at the beachfront location.
I could put my cell number on the back if you have any questions.
Anytime, really.
Thank you.
You're so kind.
This is a pharmaceutical company.
Like I said, we do it all.
Well, I always say, "a man with many hats... "
"Doesn't like his haircut"?
Exactly.
I thought I was the only one who read that book.
That's my favorite.
Mine too.
And...
scene.
Dude, what took you so long?
This is good stuff.
You've got to see what happened to this car.
I mean, it was really...
what?
What happened here?
Oh, that?
I had a drywaller come in, take out a wall.
A wall?
This is a rental.
What do you think our landlord is going to say?
Gee, I don't know. "
Thank you"?
Gus, this place was way too cramped.
My name is on that lease.
Don't worry.
I'll make sure you get a thank-you note, too.
You're taking my name off the lease, and the door, and these Frisbees.
Gus, don't be ridiculous.
Look, I'm almost positive this isn't a load-bearing wall, but if you're really concerned, why don't you go jump up and down in the attic and make sure.
What is she doing here?
Ah.
She's our first real client.
Actual client?
Hired for the job?
Actual client.
Go on, man.
I have to admit, when I met you at the police station, I was intrigued, so I checked your recent track record.
It's amazing, really.
Well, it's...
it's a team effort.
Not really.
I do most of the work.
what can we help you with, ma'am?
I need you to get in contact with someone.
Well, tracking people down is our specialty.
What?
Oh, it's not now?
This one might be a little tricky.
How tricky?
Is the person out of the state?
Country?
He's dead.
Ah, and I assume that's why you need a psychic.
Hold on.
Dead?
Like dead-dead?
Currently being eaten by worms?
He's actually entombed in a mausoleum.
Gus, he's ascended to the next dimension.
It's fine.
No, Shawn, I think we might be at a bit of an impasse.
What exactly do you need to know?
My husband was not a perfect man.
He got himself in a bit of trouble.
Okay, I'll be host...
It was a lot of trouble.
He got involved in a bank robbery.
He was one of three, but the only one who didn't go to prison.
Unfortunately, the reason he didn't get caught was that he drove his car down an embankment...
Wait.
I see rain.
No roads.
No.
There was a fiery crash, wasn't there?
Yes.
What would you like me to ask, Raylene?
Well, this is hard to say, but he was the one designated to bury the money.
They were to all meet later and divide the cash, only his partners were caught first.
So why wait until now?
His partners think that I know where he hid the money.
If I don't give it to them, they're going to kill me.
Shawn, can I speak to you outside, please?
I...
guess.
Dude, what is wrong with you?
Shawn, I don't know how to break this to you, but you are not psychic.
Clue me in on the problem here.
It's a big problem when the job requires extensive conversing with the dead.
Gus, what is the question that she wants answered? "
Where is the money," right?
That doesn't require any actual dead guy chit-chat.
We simply trace his last steps, do a little research, ask a few questions, and bingo.
Stop saying "bingo. "
You know how I hate that.
Okay, fine.
Yahtzee.
We're not doing it, Shawn.
Mah-Jongg!
Gus!
Mrs.
Wilcroft...
Raylene.
Raylene.
Your problem is...
outside of our reach.
You are in real danger.
I'd like to recommend police protection.
I'm pleased to be of service.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I know they're in there.
Just so you know, I am uncomfortable with intra-office romance.
I wasn't considering it...
and I'm completely uncomfortable with the implication.
So it wasn't true?
The rumor about you and your last partner.
I'm not going to dignify that with a response.
Mm-hmm.
This is them.
The bank robbers?
Yeah, a bit worse for wear than the day I arrested them.
You caught them?
I was part of a team, but yeah, it was mostly me.
That's a big deal.
Would've been a big deal if I found the money and closed the case.
Things like that make a career.
Instead, I got a bunch of loose ends, a dead guy, and $3.6 million in cash that vanished into thin air.
It's funny.
They don't look so mean.
What do you mean, "mean"?
They look like repairmen.
Big repairmen, but they don't look like killers.
Duck.
Eyes of a serpent, ears of a bat...
send us a signal from...
Shawn.
I hear a voice.
Can I see you outside, please?
It wants me to come outside.
Now?
I should go.
Is that my bathrobe?
What are you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing?
I'm having a seance.
You can't have a seance.
There are no rules against having a seance.
Anyone can have one.
It's le a garage sale or plastic surgery.
Okay, first of all, technically, you need to have a permit to have a garage sale.
Secondly, you cannot speak to the dead.
Oh, Gus, you don't understand at all, do you?
I don't need to make contact with the dead.
No, I need to speak with all the people in that room.
They're witnesses.
We can piece together the rest based on the information they give us.
I'm already on to something.
Check this out.
The dead guy was on the lam for three days with the cash.
He had help.
From whom?
I'm almost there.
Raylene...
Yes, Shawn?
I'm sensing the last time he called, before the accident.
Ellen was the only one who talked to him.
Ellen.
Yes, I feel that deeply.
You didn't tell the police that, did you?
No, I was afraid.
He's my brother.
I didn't want to turn him in.
No, of course not.
Where did he call from?
A pay phone outside a store.
Yes, it was a store.
I feel it.
Which store?
Uh, I think it was a...
Thrifty Mart.
Up north.
He'd been driving.
I...
I've always imagined it was the one near...
Pismo?
Pismo.
Yes.
But the spirits are confused.
They need more specific directions.
Nearest...
cross street?
Uh, just past the park we used to hike with Roger.
Who's Roger?
He's our cousin.
Really?
But wait!
There's more.
The spirits are asking me...
what is Roger's address?
I really haven't seen Roger in years.
Come on, Ellen!
Work with me!
Think harder.
Sorry.
How about a phone number?
Okay.
Gus, what have you done?
You've broken the chain of spiritual trust.
I didn't break anything.
Don't ruin it for everyone, Gus.
I'm not ruining anything.
Listen, Raylene, I have to apologize to you.
You seem like a very decent person, but what you need is protection, not this.
A bodyguard, a policeman.
I can assure you, there is no spirit in here.
What?
And let me make you a guarantee.
There is absolutely no way there'll be any sort of contact with zombies...
You okay?
I think that's all for us tonight, ladies.
Did you do that?
Why would I ruin our totally cool window?
For effect.
To make me think you contacted an evil ghost.
Gus, please.
Why didn't you float that idea by me sooner?
That's genius.
Somebody obviously wants us off this case.
I think it's those convicts, but whoever it is, we'll never find them.
I just saw them run off.
You sure about that?
Yeah.
Ladies, stay here.
We're going after them...
or it.
Let's get some tacos.
And then the window just shattered.
And you think ghosts did it?
No, no, no, no, though there may have been some women present who thought ghosts were responsible.
I blame it on the two convicts from the Holmby Bank robbery.
I'm sorry.
I still don't understand why that means you need to see the entire case file.
Oh, no, Juliet, we don't need to see the whole thing.
No, just the cover page, one or two others here or there...
definitely the witness list...
you got to see that.
And the chief's okay with this?
Oh, yeah!
Yeah!
I don't think so.
No?
No.
I liked the other girl better.
Not me.
Hey, since we're here, we should do some digging.
Good idea.
Why don't you dig me getting the hell out of here and going to get some sleep?
I set you up for that.
Lobbed it right over the plate.
Mr.
Spencer!
Oh!
Hey, you.
What a surprise.
You look different.
Yes, I took your advice.
Three weeks without a cigarette.
Well, it has certainly enhanced your aura...
and remember, it wasn't my advice.
It was your grandma's spirit.
Have you...
spoken to her again?
She's here.
Now?
Yes.
Where?
In this hallway?
No.
In the records room.
I thought I felt something eerie in there.
Me too.
Unfortunately, I'm not allowed down there.
Please.
No, no, no.
Not too much light.
You don't want to scare her away.
Yes.
Oh, yes.
Yes, I can feel her, all right.
She's...
she's over by the W's.
Why?
No. "
W".
This is it.
I'm nervous.
Don't be.
I want you to relax, breathe, close your eyes.
Why would she be in the W's?
I don't know.
Did you know any W's?
That bastard Walter.
Walter...
your...
ex?
Wow.
Yes.
I hear something.
Me too.
Paper!
No.
No, it's not paper.
Yes, it's clearly paper.
You have to concentrate.
Breathe.
Deeply.
No.
Uh-uh.
I'm definitely not feeling anything anymore.
I think we've lost her.
I'm so sorry I couldn't reach her.
It's okay.
I know how temperamental the spirit world can...
your hand!
It was the spirits.
It's a message from beyond.
What does it say?
I think I should keep it to myself.
It's a private message.
Dude, you look so peaceful when you're sleeping.
Never come in my apartment again.
I've seen the Holmby Bank file.
Shawn, I don't want to...
The cousin is the key.
The cousin the sister mentioned?
And immediately regretted.
You could see it.
She let it slip.
Dude, the guy runs a cemetery.
Which one?
Oh, I don't know, the one David Wilcroft is buried in.
I bet you dollars to donuts he knows exactly where the money is.
Look, it's all right here on my hand.
His name is Roger Blaine.
Creepy as all-get-out.
Lives on the grounds alone, no wife, no kids...
not that part.
That's the italian seamstress I met at the renaissance fair.
How much further is this place?
I don't know.
50, 60 miles.
60 miles?
And you didn't get me a donut?
I did get you a donut, and then I ate it.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Solving a crime?
That happens to be our job description.
No, driving so far on a whim. "
A whim," he says.
A guy dies and gets buried by his own weirdo cousin in a tiny cemetery way up the coast in a town with a population of 200.
That is not a whim.
That is a clue.
You think the cousin has the money? "
Roger Blaine"?
That even sounds like an alias.
He could've killed Wilcroft, or it could have been the sister.
Gus, they're all kind of creepy.
The dead guy, the undertaker, the sister, Raylene...
whoa, whoa, whoa.
There's nothing creepy about Raylene.
Nothing creepy about the melodramatic widow?
Are you serious?
Who marries a bank robber?
Who sees a psychic every week?
There's nothing wrong with her, Shawn.
Okay, what is this thing you have with women in jeopardy?
They have a name for this, you know.
It's called the Stockholm syndrome.
No, it's not.
Florence Nightingale's disease?
Are you trying to be funny?
You can't ridicule me because I want to help.
I can when you want to help too much.
You have an unnatural affinity for this woman that I simply cannot wrap my brain around.
She dresses like she's on her way to a PTA meeting.
Fine.
She reminds me of somebody who was very important to me.
Who?
Don't worry about it.
Oh, no.
What?
Don't say it.
What?
Don't say Meredith Baxter Birney.
It's not M.B.B.
This is unhealthy.
Okay, you were in love with her, too.
I loved her because she was Mrs.
Keaton and she gave birth to A.P.K.
It's not her anyway.
Who is it?
My babysitter.
Your babysitter?
Yes, my babysitter.
Gus, Mrs.
Pilderman was in her late 60s.
Mrs.
Pilderman was 37 years old, and she was a nurse, Shawn.
She taught me, you know, about books and art, things like that.
Things like skinny-dipping.
I did not go skinny-dipping with Mrs.
Pilderman.
Well, at least that sheds some light on it.
Huh.
Nobody's home.
No, somebody's here.
You can see through doors now?
That's the new thing?
I can smell the laundry vent.
No, you can't.
Okay.
Oh, Gus, please, with the supersmeller...
you have to stop.
I can smell it, too.
I told you.
Jeans and socks and underwear and a bounce sheet.
Make jokes.
How long do you think it takes to dry a load of clothes?
30 minutes?
Somebody's here and not answering the door.
Gus...
I apologize.
That's very impressive detective work.
I feel a little bad about the donut thing now.
You should.
Dang it.
Let's try the back.
Just stay here.
Watch.
Whoa!
You're not Roger.
No.
No, no, you're, uh...
you're David Wilcroft.
Aren't you supposed to be dead?
Gus?
Look, it�s not that easy to explain.
I'm not a real criminal.
I just...
I got in a little over my head.
You robbed a bank.
I didn't want to.
I was in a bad place.
They trusted me.
I was supposed to stash the cash.
You lost the money.
Yeah.
How'd you know?
Uh...
it was...
it was raining really hard for two whole days.
It was the worst rainstorm in 30 years.
You couldn't find it.
Yeah, by the time the roads reopened, every marker I left was gone.
It was washed away.
I lost three and a half million dollars.
Driving back, I nearly drove off the road.
It was then I realized I'd be better off dead.
And you have been digging ever since.
Every chance I can get out there without the risk of being seen by hikers or mountain bikers, I dig.
You know what?
Raylene is in agony over this.
I didn't mean her any harm...
You were never going to tell her?
I couldn't.
Excuse us a moment.
What?
Gus...
what's happening with you and this guy's wife?
Are you having feelings for this woman?
That's ridiculous.
No, Gus.
This is wonderful.
Look, we didn't know he was alive.
When she came to us, she was technically available...
Shawn, stop it.
I'm not hitting on your wife.
No, he's not, but there is some serious crushing here.
Dude, I am not blind. "
A man with many hats doesn't like his haircut"?
What?
What book is that from?
She's a charming woman. "
A charming woman"?
You're Jane Austen now?
She is an adult.
She is attractive.
She is mature...
Shawn...
David, help me out here.
Tell him that this is healthy.
Raylene is a very dynamic woman.
Everybody's drawn to her.
Look, guys, I know you want to turn me in.
But you've got to understand, I am close.
I am so very close.
I've covered nearly every inch inside the kalish trail loop where I buried it.
And you want us to let you find it?
Get her to hide someplace, someplace safe.
I just want to return the money and get on with my life.
We have to think this through.
Yeah.
You know, in my mind...
they were the lucky ones.
They got to go to prison, pay off their debt to society.
I've been living as a dead man.
If Raylene's going to find out that I'm alive, at the very least don't let it come from a stranger.
Let it come from me.
We're letting him go?
He's not going anywhere until he finds that money.
I doubt that'll be anytime soon.
He did have cool hair, though.
We're missing something else here.
He's the key to solving this puzzle.
We need to tell Raylene.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
We're holding all the cards.
Why would we do that?
Because she's in danger.
Maybe we can fix that.
Your husband, he's alive.
Gus!
Remember the part where we weren't going to tell her?
We never said that.
David's alive?
We found him.
He's with his cousin.
Roger?
No, no, no.
That can't be.
I'm sure your head is spinning, and that you don't feel completely safe right now, but rest assured, we do have a plan.
We are going to put the convicts back in jail.
Where they belong.
And are going to stay for a while.
We'll put these guys behind bars where they belong.
Ugh.
So...
who authorized this stakeout?
What?
You know, who set it up?
I did.
I mean, who sanctioned it?
Approved it.
Above you.
Above me?
I don't think I like where this is going.
I just mean it should be officially sanctioned as per the police code.
Which one?
11a-17.
Ticky-Tack.
Doesn't apply.
In most cases, someone still has to authorize it.
Oh, that's right, I remember now.
I did.
What about 42.211?
What about it?
Well, it states that...
It's superseded by 15.75.
Not necessarily.
If you're in the jurisdiction Of a 23.40, it is.
Maybe. "
Maybe"?
Technically, a 23.40 only applies in federal cases.
What are you doing in here?
I thought we could share info.
What are we looking at?
Get out of my car!
Shouldn't you be wondering how I slid in and lounged for two minutes without you noticing?
You're new and pretty, so it's okay.
You've got 10 seconds before I latch the doors and haul you down to the station.
They don't know where the money is.
What?
Isn't that why you're following them?
So they'll lead you to the money?
Psychic.
It's amazing.
You'll get used to it.
Look, the dead guy buried the money and then lost it, but that's beside the point.
I think we can cut our losses, and put these two back behind bars, if we work together.
And how do we do that?
First, we dress up as musketeers and make a very special pact.
Come on, you watched them pull at least a handful of probation violations.
You've been tailing them.
You saw what they did to my office.
They haven't been anywhere near your office.
They were near enough to bust out my window two nights ago.
You're wrong.
You lost them, anyway.
We'll talk tomorrow.
Bye, Juliet.
They don't want our help?
Of course they don't, but they also lost our guys.
Did you see where they went?
Did I see where they went?
You mean, did I see their car turn right on riverside, or did I see the parking tag from the 2400 motel?
Touch�.
Did you see what kind of whiskey they bought?
Shawn, please.
Time is being wasted.
This is breaking and entering.
No, no, no.
Only if we break something...
and then enter something.
Entering is just "entering. "
I'm not breaking the law, Shawn.
Look, you want to save your little widow?
We've got to find some evidence to put these guys away.
I'm standing firm on this.
Fine.
What about the window?
If it just opens, does that count?
Depends.
Ooh.
I see something.
Shawn?
I might be able to slide this chain off.
Shawn?
Gus, I'm trying to concentrate.
You might want to turn around.
What?
Whoa.
You guys drive come back.
Okay, okay!
Was that really necessary?
Were we resisting?
Man, window inspector?
In a motel?
Okay, I lied.
I did.
I'm sorry.
The truth is...
I'm a psychic.
That's what I do.
Perhaps you've read about me in the paper recently.
I've been in jail four years.
You don't have papers?
I thought you guys had TV and yard darts and Mah-Jongg and...
Okay.
I...
I...
I, uh...
I come bearing a message...
from a departed being.
David Wilcroft...
wants you to know that he lost the money.
It's gone forever.
Why are you telling us this?
Uh, he...
he is concerned that you're going to harm...
rins...
rackle...
Raylene.
Raylene.
Oh, that's funny.
That is funny.
Sse, can you make sure that we are not disturbed?
You can...
can you prove you're a psychic?
Sure.
Sure.
Uh...
uh, you are...
a bank robber.
Yes.
You...
did not like prison...
you are wearing the same pants that you were released in, and you have...
you've packed on a few pounds since being incarcerated...
No, look, man, I'm talking about real proof.
Like a test.
Now, look, if you're right, you live.
If you're wrong...
man, you don't want to be wrong.
Here's the thing.
It's not really a parlor trick...
no.
And...
And I don't want to cheapen it.
Look, prove it now.
Let's go.
What's wrong with you?
Move.
Okay, okay.
How many fingers?
H...
How many, uh...
fingers?
What, are you...
Are you kidding?
I mean...
do I look like I'm joking around?
How many fingers?
We've got to be able to come up With something better...
Time's up.
Four.
All right, how many now?
Two.
Now, can we move on?
Because Gus and I have some questions...
Three.
For instance, why was it so funny when...
Three.
And is it possible...
Still three.
Now it's technically two and a half fingers.
And...
the guy with the gun is flipping me the bird.
You can see my fingers, can't you?
No, no.
Yes.
Yes, I can.
It's the reflection of the TV bouncing off the mirror to the...
to the water pitcher here.
Okay, maybe not.
We're going to try this one more time.
Now, how many fingers?
Dude...
you need to stop picking three.
Respect, man.
Oh, man, that's...
yeah.
They're back here.
I can't believe we lost them.
Don't think that wasn't on purpose.
To Wilcroft!
A hell of a wheel man.
He was the wheel man?
Yeah.
You should know that, right?
Well, Shawn's visions sometimes are scattered.
Incomplete.
How does a wheel man miss a turn on a mountain road?
Oh, I tell you what...
He didn't miss that turn.
I bet he just drove straight off.
You want to know why?
Because he was trying to get away from his...
wife.
Damn, you're good!
Hey, no, no.
That's...
That can't be.
Why would he be...
We called her "the viper. "
She was cold as hell.
Man, we had to do whatever she said.
We had no choice.
Who?
The wife.
Raylene?
You know her?
Well, she came to us.
She wanted to contact David.
Figures.
That was her only weakness.
The occult.
Man, she'd stop at nothing