Psych

That's Gus.

He and I are going to the comic book convention.

Just be finished saving the world before the street lights come out.

Where is your costume?

I'm wearing it. Um...

Tap-Man.

- A tap-dancing superhero. - Ugh.

How is it that you always make the wrong choice

- between cool and stupid? - Hey, hey, Shawn.

Give Guster a chance to present his case for Tap-Man.

Tap-Man meets all the superhero requirements.

His super-power--rhythm.

Alter ego--mild-mannered dance instructor.

His arch-nemesis-- Riverdance Man.

Wow, that is stupid.

Yeah. And plus, how does he fight?

Well, he confuses the bad guys with his quick syncopation

and grabs some tap sand from his trusty pouch,

and splat! Right in the eyes.

Come on, let's go. We're already late.

To the Tap-Mobile!

Are you sure no one can tell my true identity under this?

For your sake, let's hope so.

Stop, freeze! S.B.P.D.!

This is all your fault, Shawn!

You're the one that blew our cover!

No one told you to open a car door and set off the alarm!

Why was the alarm on? We were still inside the car!

Inside the car, not getting carjacked and brutalized,

- thank you very much. - Just hurry up.

If we catch these guys, we're heroes.

No, if we catch these guys, we'll be dead. Aah!

You think we lost 'em?

Yeah, I think we're clear.

You--you tripped me.

Come on, Shawn, you tripped me.

- You come on, Gus. - Come on.

- Come on, get up. - Come on. Aah. Aah.

This is the last time I let you use

your fast-twitch muscles as an excuse for anything.

You and I both know that's not true.

Damn it. I'm gonna go catch those guys.

Looks like somebody got to these guys before we did.

"The Mantis."

A little thicker on the eyebrows.

- Are you sure? - Let's see him.

Oh, yes. Yes.

And, uh, you should add another wheel.

- It'll imply more motion. - Dude, in your dreams.

You're right. I can't skateboard that well.

- What the hell is this? - He's too cheap

to pay the caricature artist at the pier $30,

so we decided to get one this way.

That'll be all. You are done wasting our time.

I'll say when I'm done.

All right, I'm done wasting everyone's time.

Besides, I'm missing a Phineas and Ferb marathon.

Perry the Platypus.

He's a real platypus.

Let me know what you find out.

He's an idiot.

All right, which one of you lowlifes want to describe

the guy that did this to you?

He was well-built, about 6 feet tall, 200 pounds.

He came out of nowhere.

Before we realized what happened, he was gone.

Did he have on a body suit and have intense eyes

- shining through a dark mask? - You saw him, too, Guster?

No, but I see him now.

See? It's easy to read no matter how you spin it.

I'm telling you, I'll never buy a real paper again.

I can't believe you told them I tripped.

- You tripped. - No, I did not.

- You tripped. - No, I did not, Shawn.

Chief Vick, is it true

that the four criminals the vigilante caught

are members of the Camino Drug Syndicate?

Reginald, you've been around here long enough to know

- I'm not answering that. - All right, that's it!

Last thing we need is a bunch of reporters twisting our words,

especially you copy monkeys at The Mirror.

Don't think I've forgotten

about the whole "Detective Dipstick" incident.

Look, that piece was written by Chad Gorsuch,

and he's now on assignment in South America.

Well, at least he's being punished.

Chief, can you give us any information?

- What can you tell us? - Have the Caminos

really taken control of all cocaine production

- from rival gangs? - No comment.

- Chief, who was the masked man? - No comment.

Should other citizens follow his lead?

Okay, that I'll comment on.

Vigilantism is a dangerous act.

The art of apprehending criminals should be left

to the police officers

who have been adequately trained and equipped.

Well, then why does detective Lassiter's report

say that the police consultant failed to apprehend

the four suspects because he was "woefully out of shape"?

Comment! I have a comment.

I was tripped by my clumsy assistant,

- Watson Williams. - I am not your assistant.

And my name is not Watson Williams.

Oh, but you do admit to tripping me.

- What? - Okay, no more questions.

You heard the chief.

Everybody outside. Go on. Shoo, shoo. Scat.

All right, people, listen up.

I would be lying if I said

this vigilante hasn't made us look bad in recent days.

I'd also be lying if I said I didn't sometimes wish

that I could operate outside the constraints of the badge

and dish out some good old-fashioned street justice

- of my own. - But we can't.

Apparently not even while

traveling along the border.

Not even.

Right, so we rely on good old-fashioned police work.

Detective O'Hara.

The first two pictures are locations

where the vigilante-- or the Mantis,

as he's affectionately known to the public--

apprehended members of the Camino Drug Syndicate.

- "Affectionately known"? - We have also listed the dates.

Ted the dates.

In each situation, a major drug exchange was in progress.

This is a well-funded

and extremely well-organized operation.

We have located a handful of the phony businesses

that they are using as fronts, but there could be a dozen more.

Now we were just notified of this most recent bust

20 minutes ago by our colleagues on the Ventura Police Force.

This bust, combined with the others

that the Mantis has impressively handled,

gives us eight of the Camino Syndicate members.

Let's get out there and find the rest.

You heard her. Go do it.

Sounds like you want to give this weirdo some kind of medal.

Shawn, oftentimes, vigilantes are just good people

who want to take back their neighborhood

- from a bad element. - Sure.

Charles Bronson-- a real charmer.

Eastwood in Gran Torino--

there's a guy you want to hop in the tub with.

Okay, the Mantis is a bit eccentric,

and I wouldn't go as far as to say

that I support what he's doing, but you have to admit,

he's done a better job than we have

of slowing down the Caminos, and he's just one guy.

I'm just one guy. I've solved more crimes than I can count.

Because I've solved a lot of crimes,

not just because I can't count very high.

Yes, but you have a supernatural psychic gift.

The Mantis is solving crimes using his natural instincts

- and sharply honed abilities. - She's right, Shawn.

I mean, if you were a regular guy solving these crimes,

that'd really be impressive.

But everyone knows that you're a psychic.

I mean, that's really an unfair advantage.

I guess you're right, Gus.

Thanks a lot, Benedict Arnold Jackson.

I know what this is about.

You're jealous of all the attention

that the Mantis is getting, especially from Juliet.

Please. You think I care if Juliet gives

another guy a little attention?

How insecure do you think I am?

Seriously, how insecure do you think I am?

I need you to tell me. Will you please tell me?

Why are you bothered by this guy?

Because, Gus, there's already a badass crime fighter

in a cool outfit running around this town,

and his name is me.

The Mantis can't even fly

or activate into half of something

you just happen to need in the moment.

He's clearly emulating the "everyman" superheroes

like Batman and Iron Man.

Besides, you shouldn't criticize the guy

without knowing his origin story.

The Mantis is not a real superhero, Gus.

He's just some nut in a mask.

Hey, what's that calendar you have on your desk,

- the--the one that's all loony? - You mean lunar?

It tracks the phases of the moon.

- What's the next phase? - New moon.

It's coming soon, the 26th.

The 26th. Everyone stop what you're doing

and only pay attention to me!

I'm getting a clear psychic vision

on when the next Camino drug exchange

will take place.

September 26th.

It's October.

That means it's almost, like, a year away.

- October of this year, Shawn. - October 26th,

because this is the month of October.

Spencer, you're not even officially on this case.

You know the routine. First you--