Psych

You're dead, Spencer.

What you doing, Shawn?

Nothing.

Looks like something to me.

Okay. I was running away from Ryan Brickhouse.

That him? Mmm-hmm.

Is he the same kid who's been hassling you all week?

Yeah.

Why is he chasing you today?

I might have thrown a rock at him.

Did you hit him? Almost.

Get back out there. What?

You can't run away from the bad guys forever, Shawn.

Eventually, you got to come up with a new approach.

So?

So, find one.

You're flunking math?

Probably.

Here's the deal. Leave me alone,

I'll make sure you ace the test tomorrow.

How? Every third answer is "C."

There's a pattern to all our tests.

Mrs. Bodansky does it every time.

I memorized it. I'll show you.

You better not be lying.

Not bad. You faced your fears. You got a new result. You came out ahead.

Did you really memorize those test answers?

Yeah.

Who are you calling?

Your math teacher.

No, no, no, no, no.

Yes. Yes.

Nickel. That's a nickel.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Who is that? Who is who?

The girl sitting in our front desk.

Ah, you're talking about the lovely Dagmar.

Dagmar? She's our new receptionist.

How did she get the job?

Agency sent her over.

You contacted a temp agency without consulting me?

Gus, anyone can get a secretary from a temp agency.

It takes real foresight and creativity to get one from a modeling agency.

A modeling agency?

Wow.

Now, why would a beautiful lady like that want to be our secretary?

Oh, that's a bit of a story, you see.

Apparently, she got it in her head that this was a runway gig.

I blame the agent. I was very clear on the phone.

But she's cool with sticking around for the rest of the day and seeing how it goes.

You know how slow it gets when it's not modeling season.

Does she answer the phone?

Yes. But only her cell phone. She's expecting a call from Milan.

Does she file?

Mostly her nails.

Coffee? Yes, she wants some.

Can I make you anything? No.

Dude, I thought you weren't coming in till, like, noon.

Big drama at the office today. A doctor we supply product to got killed.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You didn't call me immediately?

You don't know him.

Gus, this is what we do. Remember? We can solve the case.

The police are already there.

This means nothing to me. They're going to need help, guidance, psychic vibrations.

Dagmar?

She doesn't speak English?

Does she need to?

Where in the name of all that is holy is my forensics team?

All right, what can you tell me about this doctor

that I can pretend to ascertain from the spirit world?

Dr. Blinn wasn't on my route.

I did cover him a few times.

All I remember is he always made you wait

and he had a picture of Pete Rose on his wall.

Look how cute she is in the fuchsia.

I have been sent by the spirit of Pete Rose.

Pete Rose isn't dead.

There was a photo of Pete Rose on the wall.

Okay, why have I been drawn here? Was there a murder?

Do I need the little booties for the crime scene?

Thanks, but we're doing just fine.

Don't go in the back room.

My grandpa loved Pete Rose.

All right, I want you guys ringing doorbells.

If anybody in the neighborhood saw anything, I want to know about it.

Patient files. Cabinet's locked. We haven't found the key.

Get ahold of the DA's office. Tell him I need access to those files.

If they say we need a warrant, get it.

Also, get me a copy of his desk calendar.

I thought I told you no.

But your eyes said yes.

Hey, who's that Cincinnati Red over there with the bowl cut?

Let me be perfectly clear. This is my crime scene.

I don't need your help. I don't want your help.

If you don't leave right now, I will have you arrested

for interfering with a police investigation.

Am I clear?

Like butter.

I've given this a great deal of thought.

I think we should take the rest of the day off.

What say you?

All we've done is eat up a box of animal cookies and crash a crime scene.

The case with the doctor.

They're coming back to us eventually. You know this.

So, let's go to the beach. It's too nice a day for murder and mayhem.

I have to see him right now. It's important.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to barge in, but I need help.

Mr. Dunn, Robert, how can we help? And can I call you Bob?

This is difficult.

Take your time. We're here. Yeah.

I'm just gonna come out and say it.

I'm being haunted.

Haunted? Yes.

Haunting?

He's crazy.

Gus, can I talk to you outside?

Not now, Shawn. We're in the middle of something.

Gus. Stop talking. Sit down.

Now, what exactly do you mean when you say, haunted?

Well, my home,

sometimes I smell perfume when no one else is around.

Things get broken or move.

Oh, Gus, I think you have a text message.

I'll get it later. I think you should get it now.

Sorry. Work business.

Okay.

Can I ask you a question? Yeah. Yeah.

Do these spirits ever speak to you?

No. No. Whatever,

whoever it is, it hasn't spoken to me.

Oh. Have you contacted the police?

Yeah. But they said that there was nothing they could do.

So, here I am.

Robert, we deal with this kind of phenomenon all the time.

What you need to realize is that evicting a spirit

is a very time-consuming and absurdly expensive process.

I don't care, okay? I just can't go on living this way.

Excuse me.

Oh, really? Yes!

Yes, Shawn.

Look, all I'm saying is that it might be easier

to try moving into a different house, one that's less haunted.

I've tried that.

Whatever this thing is, it followed me all the way from San Francisco.

Maybe it likes you.

No, I don't think so.

What makes you say that?

I think it tried to kill me.

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

Gus, what is all this?

Gear we might need.

If we're going to be hunting spirits, we might as well do it right.

Methodically, systematically, scientifically.

Who knows, we might be surprised what we find.

Video camera? Nice. Audio recorder, motion detectors.

Gus, I'm very impressed.

You only forgot one thing.

Really? What?

There's no such thing as ghosts.

Yes, there is.

Oh, Gus, no.

Okay.

Stop.

Please. Let's just, let's just stop.

Come here, sit down. Please, sit.

All right, this is me talking. This is Shawn.

What's going on? I usually to have to drag you to these cases,

kicking and screaming, and those are real police cases.

Now, all of a sudden we have some client who's either bonkers

or, judging by the size of the bags under his eyes,

suffering from nothing more than waking dreams or hallucinations

and you, you're ready to go ghost-hunting.

Talk to me.

All right.

All right.

I never told this to anyone before, but I was 12.

Gus, it's me.

It was late.

I was in my room with the lights off.

I heard a voice.

Gus, I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation.

No, no, no, Shawn. It wasn't on TV and it wasn't a radio.

It was coming from the walls.

And the voice,

the voice told me

that our house was built on an old Indian burial ground.

Shut up.

And she said...

She said she was sad because she had died many moons ago

and was trapped between worlds.

When I asked her her name, Shawn,

she said,

"My name..." "My name is Wilting Flower.

"I died without knowing love.

"Will you be my friend?"

How did you know that?

I never told that to anyone before.