Psych

I don't know what's going on. I didn't do any of this.

You can see this all unfolding behind us here.

The killer had, up until this point,

managed to elude identification...

- Excuse me. - Despite leaving behind...

Excuse me, please. Thank you.

Excuse me.

This is outrageous.

My client has no comment.

Step aside, please.

We need to get him in for processing.

Hold on. You got the wrong guy.

Whoa.

Chief.

That's right. I'm back.

Drink it in.

Who's this guy?

He's the chief of police.

Aren't you supposed to be rehabbing right now?

As long as I've got a police scanner,

consider me multitasking and on the job.

I will, sir. From here on out.

Now listen up, because this one's got a twist.

Your suspect has chest hair. - Chest hair?

I mean, it's child's play compared to mine,

but our killer waxes.

Okay, but we have matching tire prints.

Right tires, wrong wear.

But he's got the same neck tattoo

as the ATM security footage.

Wrong side of the spine.

Chief, all due respect,

but this would require a frame job of epic propositions.

Which is why you need to arrest his lawyer.

What?

His own lawyer framed him. How?

It's simple.

You take an empanada, wrap it in a burrito.

Excuse me?

- Uh... - Gus, quiet!

I know it is not on the menu,

but an empanada-rito is not an unreasonable request

because they have made it for me in the past.

Nope. Nope. I won't do it, Shawn.

Their tortillas cannot support the filling and the weight

of a pastry shell.

I'm not gonna walk up to the takeout counter

looking like an amateur, especially when I only have

one more hole left on my punch card!

Gus, don't be Adrien Brody's last breath in "The Village."

I am trying to break down Lassiter's case here.

Will you kindly suck it?

- You suck it. - Suck it!

Did he just tell me to suck it?

- You suck it. - You suck it.

You flame-suck it.

Flame-suck it!

I think he told you to flame-suck it.

How dare you?

Wait a second.

Is this thing on when I press the button or when I let it go?

Oh, my gosh.

So how does this tortilla fit into the case?

Lass, can you hear me? Hello?

Um, it does by, um,

by virtue of the, um...

empanada.

Hey, that's a fun word to say. Empanada.

Uh-oh. He's improvising, Gus.

This could be trouble, and it's your fault.

It's not good.

Empanada. Emp-empanada.

It's not good. If you could've wait

five minutes, controlled your appetite,

five minutes, we could've order, like gentlemen.

- I have been waiting, Shawn. - We could've done this first,

and then everything would've been...

I have been waiting. I have been waiting.

Ah, screw it. You know what you did.

- What? - Book him, McNab.

On what?

Book him. Get him out of here.

Get that lousy sack of crap out of here.

Okay, well, he... he wrapped it up. He's walking away.

He must have pulled it off, no thanks to you.

- Suck it, Shawn. - Suck it, sucki-tavi.

- Suck it, sucki-tavi? - Suck it, sucki-tavi.

- Suck it. - Sick-tav.

- Suck it, suck it. - Tav.

- Suck it. - Suck-tav.

Sss-ka!

Of course I want rice and beans.

- Get extra guac. - And extra guac, please.

I was so humiliated.

Oh, come on, Lass.

You're acting like we did it on purpose.

Look, we gave them more than enough

to think twice about the arrest,

and you cut a mean silhouette.

I mean, look at that pocket square

sticking out like a little hipster turtle head.

Now, let's get you home, huh?

Gus and I have a long day ahead of us.

This thing really drives from either side?

You kidding? It's the Dualberry.

That means it's got two of everything.

Two steering wheels, two sets of brakes,

seven ashtrays, zero cupholders,

and exactly one working spark plug.

It's great if you feel like delivering mail

or pulling into a drive-through backwards.

Do you mind if I, um,

ride in the driver's seat?

Don't think we're having a moment.

Oh, no. No, no, no. You're having a moment.

I'm just watching, like Mr. Miyagi

at the very, very end of "Karate Kid 1."

Of course, if you're really feeling it,

we can hold hands.

I would rather wear those shoes that look like gloves.

All right.

Damn it, I miss this.

Look, Lassie,

you can drive Gus and I around any time you want.

Isn't that right, Gus? - Shawn, you don't

interrupt a man when he's selecting napkin rings.

He's been a little lost in wedding planning lately.

Yeah, don't care.

How do you two want to handle tomorrow?

- Tomorrow? - Well, obviously,

there'll be a briefing on our case.

I need to know how I came up with all that stuff.

Nope.

Now, why is Gus just saying "nope"?

Tell him, Shawn.

Tell me what, Shawn?

Right.

Well, Lassie, I know this has been a big case for the SBPD,

and the last few weeks have seemed like old times,

but the truth is we can't keep coming down here

and helping you solve crimes from the bush.

But the good news is, you don't need us.

I mean, look at yourself, man.

Look at your beard.

You're ready to fly,

like an eagle or a shark, into the future.

My gut is telling me pewter.

But this brushed nickel has some real nice weight to it.

Nope. You're doing it.

Lassie, might I remind you that we live five hours away?

They're coming after my job.

What?

They're circling like wolves.

Who's circling? Buzz?

Buzz McNab?

He does have those little fangs.

Look, you don't need us, okay? You're Lassiter.

Hey, Dad. Hey, Shawn.

Hey, Magic Head. - Hello.

- Dad, I've got some bad news. - What's that, honey?

You're gonna have to do my math homework for me.

I'm feeling kind of lazy

and Mom says it's too hard for her.

Aww.

Your mother's doing something clever, Lily, called lying.

Besides, Daddy's got a date with the police scanner.

You don't show tomorrow, you're dead to me.

Dad, we're not done talking about this.

- What do you want? - Whoa.

Pop, I haven't seen you in weeks.

Consider this a wellness check.

Can I come in? - I'm busy, Shawn.

What do you need? Spit it out.

Okay, fine. I need you

to hide in the bushes and help Lassie solve cases.

I am too old to play Cyrano, Shawn,

and I told you this was a bad idea to get involved.

He's not ready yet. - Really?

'Cause he tried to run over a squirrel on the way home.

He's plateauing.

He hasn't made significant progress in months.

Doctor says it could be a phase.

It also could be his new normal.

And he's terrified of never being a cop again.

You know that's how he defines himself.

You guys coming down here

to give him some hope, that's great.

But you can't give him false hope.

Do you understand?

Oh, no, I had no idea.

All right, look. I'll give him a call.

I'll talk him through bits of the case.

But that's it.

Anything else?

Yeah. Yeah.

As a matter of fact, I'm having a bit of a crisis of my own.

Oh, good luck with that.

Hey! What is this?

Ow, ow, ow!

I come by to talk to my father.