Psych

Whoo!

Oh, man. God!

You really caught me flush with that mic stand, Billy.

Oh, it's a flesh wound, mate.

Here, let me get a good look at it.

Is it terrible?

Uh, no, you can barely see it.

- It's borderline nonexistent. - All right.

It feels like the blood is streaming

out of the back of my head, Billy.

No, it'll heal.

Billy Lipps!

That show was the rockin' nuts!

Especially when you sang Rockin' Nuts as an encore.

Yeah. Who are you two?

Who are we? You don't remember?

Billy, it's me, Shawn Spencer, man.

This is my partner, Domo Arigato....

Ahh.

Oh, yeah, I sort of remember the black kid.

Billy! Billy! Billy Lipps!

Oh, man!

I've been a fan of yours since the Dapshats.

All right. Brewski.

- Cheers. - Wait a minute. Dad?

Shawn? Gus? What are you doing here?

I'm working with the SBPD

on this little cold-case investigation of Melinda Lane.

You know, that groupie that mysteriously died

at your mansion.

Wait a minute. You're here on a case?

Yes, as a matter of fact, we are.

- It's, like, our third one. - Boom.

We're trying to impress Chief Dick.

Chief Vick.

- Vick? - Yes.

Yeah, uh, look, why are you bringing up

this whole Melinda Lane business?

Because, Lipps, there are some very interesting tidbits

in your recently released biography

that shed some damning new light

on the Melinda Lane murder investigation.

Huh, that's my book.

You remember Melinda, don't you, Billy?

Sorry, Billy. I'm the one that tipped them off.

But don't worry--I told them that you could explain away

any tidbits they may have.

- Ha. - For example, and I quote,

"I woke up in my bed that fateful night

"and couldn't help but smell Melinda's perfume

that she always wore all over me."

- Don't ever do that again. - Sorry.

Now, Billy, in our previous interviews, you stated

that you and Melinda didn't speak

the night she was murdered because of a falling out.

Now, if that were the case,

why was her scent all over your clothes?

Don't answer that yet.

Chapter four-- "I had scratches on my chest,

"but the dense, meerkat-like fur that covers my torso

made them invisible to the naked eye."

Who gave you those scratches, Billy?

Was it Melinda Lane, as you smothered her face

with a pillow and murdered her?

Go ahead, Billy.

Read him the riot act, man. Tell him how wrong he is.

What do you say we continue this little chat

down at the station, huh?

W-w-whoa, whoa. Just wait one second,

okay, Detective Lassiter?

- Gus. - Yeah.

Oh, yeah. What?

I'm just not sure I follow you, Jules.

Shawn, we've eaten at Thank The Lard

three times this week.

Plus, it's Saturday night.

You know what? You're right.

I'm taking you to Fuddruckers.

"Bella Rosa Mansion.

"Tonight. 7:00 P.M.

RSVP now. No cameras."

Shawn, I have wanted to go to the Bella Rosa Mansion

since I moved to Santa Barbara.

It's a stunning landmark.

I bet they have those things in the bathroom

- that hose off your bum. - Huh?

Shawn Spencer and Juliet O'Hara are in.

Wait, is it weird that we don't know

who invited us or why we were invited?

Jules, I think it's mysterious by design.

It may be one of those Eyes Wide Shut shindigs

with the masks or a Boogie Nights shindig

with lots of cocaine.

Either way, I am talking about exposed boobies.

You know what? I don't care.

I'm gonna wear my one-of-a-kind vintage Oscar de la Renta dress!

Wait a minute.

That guy boxes and designs dresses?

That's just plain impressive.

Hey, Carlton. Really?

What?

And you're sure that you need me?

- No, you don't. - Okay.

We got some news on a missing-persons case.

It doesn't look like I'm gonna make it.

- That sucks. - But don't invite anybody else.

There's still an outside chance I might make it later.

Are you kidding? I wouldn't dream of it.

- Okay. - Careful out there.

- Hi, Gus. - Hey, Jules.

Dude, I have an extra ticket to a mysterious party

at a sweet mansion tonight-- you're my first choice.

What? I am so in.

Oh! Are you kidding me?

What is your major malfunction?

I stepped in scat, man!

- Scatman crothers? - No, panther scat.

Gus, don't be the second time ever I saw your face.

I know my scat, Shawn.

What's up?

Well, good evening, kind sir.

You're a half hour early.

We got stuck in traffic.

I'm Shawn Spencer, and this is my plus-one.

Juliet O'Hara?

You invited Juliet before me?

It's true. I invited her first.

But I brought you. You know what I'm saying?

- Not really. - Let's party.

Enter, gentlemen.

- Licorice pastels--12:00. - That's amazing.

Give me your phones.

What? Why do you need our phones?

Because your host doesn't need you shooting photos of him

and putting them on the interweb.

- Oh... - I'll buy that.

I got it. I got it. Here you go.

So, uh, sir, we still haven't gotten your name.

Clizby.

Clizby?

"Th" sound?

Clizby.

Okay.

So, uh, Clizby.

Who might our host be?

I'll tell you what, Clizby,

I've got an Abe Lincoln with your name on it

if you give us a tour of this joint, you feel me?

That means you get to keep the $5.

I was hoping to get 2 back, actually.

So, Clizby...

how long have you worked for Denzel Washington?

Uh, what he meant to say was,

how long have you worked for Wendy's founder Dave Thomas?

He's dead, Shawn.

- Is he really? - Yes.

I'm so sorry for your loss, sir.

I've been working for my boss for 25 years.

Wow. Muhammad Ali must really value you as an employee.

So, Clizby,

is there an itinerary for the evening?

There will be a six-course meal,

followed by live entertainment.

I see.

Uh, ooh. Cliz, who is this guy?

- Oh! - It's all right, buddy.

It's--it's okay.

I'm sorry--my partner has an intense fear of toupees,

tied to his grandfather.

- He used to whup me. - For his fear of toupees.

It was a vicious cycle.

This is the original owner of the house,

Bucky Sharavino.

He was a chocolatier.

My boss rented this mansion from Bucky's estate.

Legend has it that Bucky built his own secret chocolate room.

Does legend say where this room is exactly?

Rumor has it it's somewhere near the living room.

- Excuse me. - Of course.

And please leave a message.

Hey, Shawn, it's me.

Look, we found that missing person's vehicle

and we're processing it for evidence,

but I am still hoping that I can make it to the party.

Just makes me so sad to think of you there all by yourself.

They found blood in the car.

You're not making it to that party.

- Oh, good evening. - Oh, hello.

I'm Leslie.

I'm Gus. This is Shawn.

I was wondering, perhaps, do you two know

who's ho--ho--ho--hos--

hosting?

We thought you might know.

Oh.