Psych s05e10 Episode Script

Previously on Psych.
He's an art thief? A dangerous art thief.
Never been caught, never left enough evidence to be accused.
But we did find a burning cigarette in the ashtray over there.
This is my gun.
You see, a gentleman of leisure never packs his weapon next to his socks.
Hello, Despereaux.
I've often fantasized about escaping from prison, you know.
Yeah, I'm flying Juliet to Napa for dinner and surprising her with a vacation plan, the Amalfi Coast.
These kind of trips are once in a lifetime experiences, and they're even better when you have someone you care about to share them with, and you do.
First-class tickets? And three nights' hotel paid for.
By a world-class criminal.
Please.
Despereaux staged art thefts.
That's barely a crime.
I don't think you're allowed to accept lavish gifts from people you've sent to prison.
Says who? The Sultan of Canada? Look, all Despereaux wants is a little face time.
Ten minutes, maybe less.
He's lonely.
All by himself in this Canadian prison, and we put him there.
The least we could do is give him a chance to explain himself.
Oh, so I'm the crazy one for being nervous about accepting an invitation to visit from a criminal who almost killed us? That little gun he pointed at my head? Twice.
Not loaded.
How do you know? He told me.
You spoke to him before this? I follow him on Twitter.
Oh, my gosh.
Gus, come on.
Be a little spontaneous.
Canada's one of the top 50 countries in the world.
And how many countries are there? At least 50.
Maybe more.
You have exactly four hours to come up with a good lie for your boss.
We're going to Canada, man! You're going to be in Canada.
What? I'm not going to bail you out this time.
I'm not going to ask you to.
Good, 'cause you got my only suitcase.
I'll see you Monday, Pop.
Did you tell her yet? Tell who what? Come on, Shawn.
I overheard the whole conversation with Gus about Juliet going off on this trip with Declan Rand and how you're going to try to wow her and tell her how much you care about her before she gets too serious, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
I shared that with Gus in the men's room at the Red Robin.
Where were you hiding? You butt-dialed me.
And you listened? Shawn, I've spoiled my share of relationships over the years by keeping my mouth shut.
Tell her.
Tell her now.
Tell her five minutes from now.
She goes off to Italy with a guy who's rich, who is crazy about her, she ain't coming back with any doubts.
Dad? Yeah, Shawn? Can we never have this conversation again? We can certainly try.
Buzz.
Hey.
Have you seen Juliet? No.
Really? Crap.
You okay? Yeah, no.
Yeah.
I have to go meet this guy I put in prison.
I have a plane to catch and I really wanted to I want to tell her something.
Well, I can take a message.
No, it's not really the kind of thing you put in message form.
I'm a great listener.
Why don't we give it a dry run? All right.
It's a little weird, creepy.
Necessary, perhaps.
See, the thing is, I want to tell her that I like her.
I kind of suspected.
Yeah? Yeah.
It's really more than like.
Yeah, you know so much has happened, and you always think there's going to be another opportunity, but sometimes there isn't.
And what I've realized What I've realized is that I don't want to wait anymore.
I can't wait.
Not with this kind of stuff, you know? Holy crap.
That was great.
Really? Yeah.
No, Buzz, Buzz, don't write this.
I'm just sort of talking it out for myself, and you, apparently.
Dude, you addressed that to Chief Vick.
I did? Oh! Bullet dodged.
Super weird that would have been.
Yeah.
Oh! It's Friday today, isn't it? Yeah, Friday.
Yeah.
She asked me to get her passport updated.
She needed it today.
She already left? I think so.
Okay, you're freaking out about something.
You were quiet the entire flight and you watched The Back-up Plan all the way through.
Are you okay? I accidentally turned McNab and my father into confidantes.
It's a weird day.
But I realized this is the life I'm meant for.
Visiting minimum-security Canadian jails? Exactly.
Trust me, Gus, we hear Despereaux's pitch, then it's smoked salmon, poutine and coffee crisp from here on out.
Whoa! Go on.
Gentlemen.
Prison looks good on you.
You call it prison, I liken it to a mid-range Sandals resort.
I only know that because I once stole a cruise ship from a tiny Caribbean port.
Which port? Why are we here? My apologies for the short notice.
But I've had a bit of a realization.
And I have some things I need to tell you face-to-face.
You see, Shawn, my life's goal has always been to commit the perfect crime.
I've always thought of my heists as Elegant, victimless.
But you made me feel, somehow, regretful.
I You genuinely wanted me to be the greatest thief that ever lived.
You know that's right.
Well, gentlemen, I need you to know that I am capable of all the things you thought I could do, and more.
And I'd like the opportunity to prove it to you.
You don't have to prove to us that you're a great criminal.
I want to.
You shouldn't.
But I will.
Well, that was the weirdest Honestly, I feel a little bad for him.
Why? He had this reputation of being able to get in and out of anything.
I spoiled it for him.
I feel some responsibility for that, Gus.
Plus, he felt needy, you know? I mean, what does he care what I think? He was exposed for what he was, that's all.
Gus, don't be both Ashlee Simpson albums.
There were three Ashlee Simpson albums.
That can't possibly be true.
Autobiography, Bittersweet I will not do this with you right now.
Get it right if you're going to criticize me, then.
Well, I think that went well.
In between the lines there's a lot of obscurity I'm not inclined to resign to maturity If it's all right then you're all wrong But why bounce around to the same damn song? You'd rather run when you can't crawl 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 You broke him out of prison? I did not.
Calm yourself, Gus.
Shawn had nothing to do with this.
I needed a visitor to make my escape work.
There's a security hole in the walk from the visitation room to the cell block.
I'm turning this car around right now.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
I have this small, somewhat impressive shiv that I learned to make from one of 30 prisoners named Gord.
And I'm in the position, unfortunately, where I would have to use it.
I'm going to kill you, Shawn.
I give you my word, though, that I would cut you in a manner that you would not bleed out too much, and your recovery would be a matter of weeks.
Come on, Gus, considering the circumstances, I'd say that's pretty damn considerate.
Thank you.
Oh, would you be so good as to take this road toward the top of the mountains? This first one here? Yes, please.
Gus I got it, Shawn.
Our luggage was in the trunk, wasn't it? Yes, it was.
Our wallets in the bags? Mmm-hmm.
Passports in our wallets.
You know it.
I do have this, though.
Two Altoids? No, I wish.
It's a piece of chalk that just split in half.
If we're out here for more than two days, I will eat you alive.
You couldn't eat me.
I will finish you whole.
That doesn't make any sense.
I will eat you in manageable, bite-sized pieces.
Twelve hours, 12 hours of overnight walking, Shawn.
It would have been six if we hadn't stopped to eat all that bark.
I was under the impression it would taste like maple syrup.
Mackintosh! Oh, no.
No.
No.
I'm sorry, guys, but no.
We haven't asked you anything.
Guys, listen, you know that I like you a lot, but the last time that you were here, you got me fired.
Technically, you got yourself fired.
By doing what you asked.
We got you your job back.
At the lowest possible level.
A job.
We got you a job back.
I didn't know you wanted your original job back.
Now that I know that, I'll get right to work on it.
I just clawed my way up from traffic duty, okay? So please don't ask me to do anything illegal again.
I'm afraid I can't promise that.
What I can do is give you the anonymous tip of the century.
I have sensed that Pierre Despereaux is going to escape.
What? Let's go grab Ed Dykstra and you can take all the credit for it.
No.
Ed's not here.
Nobody is.
Our best detective was found dead yesterday at his fishing cabin.
Nobody thinks this sits right.
Well, while they're out there doing that, why don't you solve the jailbreak? All by yourself.
Okay.
I will call the prison.
All right, thank you very much, then.
Well? All of the prisoners are accounted for.
What? No.
Did they actually see him? No.
They do a rough numbers count in the a.
m.
, Shawn.
Call them back.
Ask him if they saw him.
Because they didn't.
Because he's not there.
I guarantee it.
We got to get down there.
I am not calling back.
All units.
We have a reported art theft at a private home in Shaughnessy.
We have a reported art theft at a private home in Shaughnessy.
I know this house very well.
Been here many times before.
Parties, fundraisers.
You know the owners? Oh, everybody does.
It's Crown Prosecutor John Santee.
He prosecutes every major case in town, including Mr.
Despereaux.
That was a Van Gogh of some sort.
This was a Ming vase, beautiful piece.
And this was some kind of Egyptian staff thing.
This guy's loaded.
How much do you pay your prosecutors? Oh, no, no, it's his wife.
She has all the money.
Her family, the waffle people.
Gus, you thinking what I'm thinking? Yes.
We need to try those waffles.
Well, Despereaux certainly proved his point.
He pulled it off in the real world.
Will you stop gushing? It's admirable.
His work is so clean, so effective.
Shawn.
Obviously we have to catch him.
That's a given.
Is this, uh Crown Prosecutor? Yeah.
Yeah.
Did the guards locate this Despereaux character? No, not yet, sir.
Not going to find him.
He's long gone.
Mackintosh here is the only one who believed us.
I'd like you to take that into consideration come promotion time, you know? He can't be here.
That's not possible.
Mackintosh, can we speak in private? Please.
I can't believe this.
Yeah, I don't believe it either.
Where's our car? Well, I imagine it's in the parking lot, where it should be.
Isn't this a wonderful thing? Not a single soul in this prison has any clue what we've done.
Shh! "We" didn't do anything.
Perhaps we have pulled off the perfect crime.
I mean, what is a better alibi than being in prison? Enjoy the rest of your trip, Shawn.
I know our secret's safe, seeing how you could be considered an accessory, and since you merely "sensed" my escape.
It's a very effective use of psychic-ness.
I can't believe you killed a guy! I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.
And not just any guy, you killed the You killed the Crown Prosecutor.
Yeah, him.
It's not so easy in the real world, is it? Can't control all the little variables.
Or did you intend to kill Santee all along? Was that the job? I didn't kill anyone.
Yeah? Then why did they find your signature cigarette in the house? Why'd they find your fingerprints? Oh, Camilla Parker Bowles.
I've been set up.
I think we're the ones who got set up.
Somebody came in and planted those things after I stole the art.
I mean, now they're trying to pin me for murder.
Surely you can see that.
Nope.
Nope.
No.
Tell it to the judge.
I don't love you anymore.
It's like you're speaking gibberish to me right now.
That's how much sense you're making.
Lassie! What are you doing in Canada? I should be asking you two the same question.
I'm here to extradite Despereaux back to the States.
What? When is that happening? It was supposed to be today.
We got approval to extradite him on Monday.
That was his plan.
The perfect alibi, he's in jail Leave the country.
He's not going anywhere now.
Not until they eliminate him as a murder suspect first, which makes no sense, because he's been in prison the whole time.
Just tell me something, are you crazy? Seriously, what is wrong with this country? Jules.
You came here, to Vancouver.
Yes.
That's why you needed your passport in such a hurry.
How did you know that? Are you okay? Yes, I am.
I need to speak with you, though.
You and I, before you head off to Italy with Declan and get all caught up in the magic that's Barcelona and the running of the bulls You do know where Italy is, right, Shawn? Before you make any major life decisions, can we please sit down and talk? Here? In the lockdown? Sure.
Okay.
Not here.
Not now.
Later? Yes, later.
We'll speak.
Okay.
Okay.
Which one? Which one what? Which one are you freaking out about? Juliet or Despereaux? I don't know, both, I guess.
What's going on with you? They really found fingerprints? A lot of them, Shawn.
Why? Don't you think Despereaux would have worn gloves? Welcome to the Gordon Mark Hotel.
Will you need help with your bags? Yes, we will.
What was that? It's called a tip, Gus, a Canadian coin.
The dollars here are coins.
It was a York Peppermint Pattie, Shawn.
What? That's way too generous.
Are you sure we should be staying here? Gus, the room is paid for.
It would be a crime not to use it.
It's paid for by a murderer.
Alleged murderer.
No, no, Shawn.
You are not turning around on him now, are you? It doesn't make a lot of sense, Gus.
Think about it.
Despereaux's a perfectionist.
Look at his nails.
That crime scene was as sloppy as it gets.
That's weird.
They're coming for us.
They're not coming for us.
This could be for us.
Act natural.
Shawn, Despereaux escaped.
What, just now? Yes, of course just now.
And you think we helped him? What? No.
Why would you say that? No reason.
Mackintosh, why are you surrounding us? Right.
One of the visitors at the prison saw him get in the back of your trunk.
What? No way.
I'm going to get you some help.
I'm just going to grab this Peppermint Pattie.
I didn't mean to give it to you.
Shawn! Your plane tickets were paid for by Despereaux.
And your room? Kind of a package deal, Ed.
Your car rental? He paid for the rental car? What part of "all-inclusive" do you not understand, Gus? Yes, he may have paid for that, too.
And some walking-around money.
The man has a lot of disposable income.
What? It's not like we're friends, Gus.
It says here you also sent him a birthday present.
You bought him a present? I had no choice.
He got me these jeans last Christmas.
You forgot my birthday.
Okay, guys, I know this looks bad.
Really, really bad.
Let's not forget I'm the one who caught this guy in the first place.
It's true, Ed, he did.
I came here to tell you that Despereaux would escape, which he did, and I will catch him again.
I will also tie him to the murder of that Crown Prosecutor guy if he, in fact, did that as well.
Now if we could stop interrogating one another and start working together and loving one another, we can get this done.
Let's go back to the crime scene, and start ourselves a real investigation.
What are we doing? We are looking for discrepancies.
Are we trying to convict or exonerate Despereaux? I don't know, Gus, I haven't decided yet.
You have a tremendous eye for detail, Shawn.
I had only just hid.
Despereaux, what are you doing here? Same thing you're doing here.
Trying to prove me innocent.
No, we haven't decided if we think you're innocent.
I did.
You're not.
You're making this very difficult.
Coming back to the scene of the crime? Come on.
You're trying to cover up the evidence.
Well, my plan was to do the job and then sneak back into prison.
But when you told me about the body and the fingerprints and the cigarette, well, I had to break out again.
I had to see what they did to set me up.
And they did a good job.
Allow me to clear myself.
I'll go back.
Scout's honor.
Oh! Scout's honor.
Good enough for me.
Not this time, Despereaux.
What options do we have, Shawn? He's here! Despereaux is here.
He is in the closet! Follow me, you Mounties! He is "oot" and "aboot.
" Well, this is comfortable.
Come on! Nice, Shawn.
Maybe you guys should just head home.
I'm not convinced Despereaux's the killer.
Why would a guilty man risk coming back? Why would an innocent man bludgeon me like a sport tuna? It's a tiny bump.
If I hadn't waxed my head, I'd be dead right now.
How is wax a factor? Shawn, look.
Gus Pardon me.
Mrs Mrs.
Santee? Yes? Hello, I'm Shawn Spencer, Psychic Detective.
This is Big Apple Mackintosh and my partner, Yasmine Bleeth.
I'm sensing that the safe was opened.
Is that accurate? Yes, I found it open when I got home.
If you don't mind my asking, what kind of art was stored in the safe? None.
Johnny believed that art was meant to be seen, and never hidden.
Which is why this all happened.
He never understood the threats that displaying wealth posed.
So what was in the safe? Money? Jewelry? No, those things are in a safety deposit box.
This was just work documents.
What was missing from the safe? Nothing.
Really shouldn't stay here.
What, in our own room? We're making ourselves accomplices to murder.
I'm so torn, Gus.
Despereaux only steals art.
He has a compelling argument.
He busts out of prison to do one last job, sneaks back in before anyone notices.
He's being extradited tomorrow, so that's perfect.
Job turns out to be a setup, they use it to kill someone, Despereaux finds out, of course he needs to escape again.
That's too much, Shawn.
I knew you'd come around, Shawn.
So, what made you change your mind about my innocence? His mind isn't changed.
Ah! There you are.
Darling, this is them.
Thank you for helping him.
You met a girl on the run? No, don't be ridiculous.
I met her in prison.
Don't go back.
Wouldn't dream of it.
I really should go.
Do you English even know the sock-on-the-door rule? What exactly went on in here? More importantly, do I need to get a new room andlor sheets? Relax, gentlemen.
I think I have a solution to all our problems.
I want to hire you to prove my innocence.
You can't hire us.
We're trying to capture you.
Oh, fair enough.
You can continue to try to capture me, blah, blah, blah.
But I also want you to prove that I'm not a murderer.
She must have forgot her tongue.
Hey.
Hey.
Can I come in? Why? "Why?" You kind of made a big deal about us talking.
Did I? Huh! Come on.
I really need to talk to you, too.
I came by, like, 20 minutes ago, but I heard voices.
I wasn't sure if I had the right room.
Do you have a girl in there? What? No.
No, not in me.
In here.
No one's in here.
There's no I'm just I'm alone in here like a wolf.
Okay.
Then why can't I come in? Because I can't do this with you right now.
You said it was important.
I lied.
Okay? I lie.
I do things like that.
Come on, Shawn, I am at a loss.
You want to talk, you don't want to talk If you can't say what's on your mind then I will say what's on mine.
I broke up with Declan.
Why would you do that? I mean, I just can't do this right now.
Any time later.
You name it.
We can schedule it.
No, don't bother.
No, Jules Girl trouble? Is there anything I can help you with? No, you know what? I think you've been more than enough help already.
Will you just be straight with us for once? I will be utterly transparent.
Who hired you for the job? I don't know.
Well, now we're getting somewhere.
The job was brought to me in prison by Marty Sewell.
He's a matchmaker.
That's where you found the girl? No, no, no.
Matchmaker as in middleman.
He puts a client and a criminal together.
He offered me the job in prison and told me that it had to happen instantly.
Fine.
Where do we find him? Martin finds you.
You don't find him.
That is, unless, of course, you're psychic.
You give me two hours.
And don't have sex in our beds.
I can only ask why.
Why do you guys hate me so much? Mackintosh, we don't hate you.
We want to help you.
By letting you help us.
Can't get this computer to work.
I told you his password wasn't "Señor Whopper Pants.
" It was worth a shot, Gus.
This is Detective Breitling's computer.
The poor guy just died.
You shouldn't be using it.
There's a mourning period.
Not for electronics.
Yeah, like if it was his coffee mug, then we wouldn't use it.
Can you get us an address for a Martin Sewell? No! Look, no, I cannot do anything more for you guys.
What if I told you he was the one behind the Santee robbery? How do you know that? Oh! Yeah.
And then you will leave? Thank you, Shawn.
It would have taken me weeks to find Sewell.
Now, let me do the talking.
Hello, Martin.
Surprised to see me? Excuse me, gentlemen.
Uh Do you hear screaming? No.
No, come on, Despereaux is a consummate gentleman.
He's going to kill that guy.
Whoa! Despereaux! Let him go! That's the plan if he doesn't tell me who hired him for the job.
Who hired you? Come on! Tell me what I need to know, Marty.
I can't hold much longer.
It was It was Crossley! Oops! What the hell does "oops" mean? Uh, he was somewhat of a big crime lord up here.
I was in prison with him for a while.
I was kind of having an affair with his wife.
You met her at the hotel? Will you put that guy down? Oh! Oh, yes.
Almost forgot.
Come on.
You killed him.
He'll be fine.
He's just in shock.
It's actually quite cleansing once you come to.
You've been dangled off a building before? I've been the dangler.
It's enormously effective.
Terrible on the wrists.
Terrible.
Despereaux, we have some serious questions for you.
Fire away.
Exactly how do you pick up women in prison? Oh, Valeria was visiting Frank at an adjoining table, and our eyes just met.
You know how these things happen.
What about Crossley? Frank Crossley was the most feared man in our prison.
He managed to run his whole empire from inside, without missing a beat.
Even had a man killed in Toronto in an hour, from the exercise room.
Extraordinary.
Oh, dear.
Come on.
Pierre, they have us surrounded.
You got to trust me.
Give yourself up, I will solve this case for you.
But there is no way that we are getting out of here.
About that.
Have you ever seen those Batman movies? Toodle-oo! Where does he get those wonderful toys? So, you just happened to bump into Despereaux? I was following the vibrations.
Spencer, Guster, I cannot help you anymore.
Wait, you've helped us before? I swear, I am going to leave you to rot in this backward, rain-drenched den of politeness.
No offense.
None taken.
I like your suit.
Where's Juliet? She didn't want to come.
Do we know why? I imagine it was female trouble and I don't care.
Now give up Despereaux, stop messing around, and let me take him back to meet his maker.
I'm sorry, Detective, you're going to kill him? No.
It's a term for "bring him to justice.
" The term literally is "bring him to justice.
" "Meet your maker," I think, means murder.
This is about me now? He's the one traipsing around town with your suspect.
I'm having a vision.
It was It was Crossley! He managed to run his whole empire from inside, without missing a beat.
Spencer It's a man, a bad man, a murderer.
He authored a murder.
He runs this crime business from behind bars.
His name's Frank Frank Crossley.
All right, this meeting's over.
I want you in my office.
And not you and not you.
Come on, bring him in.
What the hell are we supposed to do? All right, enough of the games.
What do you know about Detective Breitling's murder? Detective Breitling? The one who just died at the fishing cabin with the sticky keyboard? Don't play coy with me, boy.
You know that clearly we believe Frank Crossley killed Breitling.
Wow, I was really moving in a different direction.
We found this.
It was hidden in Detective Breitling's house.
This is just a series of dates that all contradict each other.
Huh.
This would seemingly indicate that Crossley is innocent.
Shawn, you've got to stop hiding things from us.
This is very serious.
How close was Breitling getting to bringing down Crossley's organization? Do you know what he found? He found something? He told his wife to go spend the night with her sister.
The next thing you know, he turns up dead.
You've got to tell us what he found.
No, those things are in our safety deposit box.
This was just work documents.
Can we go back to Breitling's desk? Did Breitling know the Crown Prosecutor? We all know the Crown Prosecutor.
Did he talk to him? Not recently, according to his cell phone records.
No, he probably wouldn't.
It's not safe.
Did he have any other correspondence with him? Uh, I could have somebody run that.
I'll run it.
No! You run it, Mackintosh.
And take all the credit when it comes in.
Where's Crossley now? We have a surveillance team watching him at his house.
Why? 'Cause we're about to make an arrest.
For two murders.
Gus! We can't go in there on a hunch.
Brace yourself, Ed, I'm about to blow your brilliant mind.
Your Detective Breitling was on the verge of bringing down Frank Crossley's empire.
Working his own private surveillance, he recorded and photographed something that changed everything.
Something big.
Bigger than the charges that put Crossley in a minimum-security prison for a few months this year.
Ooh! No, those were a gift.
You'll get them back when I'm finished.
Yes! I can see it all now.
Dangerous information.
So huge, he thought it could be the end of him.
So just in case something terrible or unexpected happened, he sent a copy to the Crown Prosecutor , fearful he was being watched.
Well, guess what? Something terrible did happen, to both of them.
One was set up to look like an accident in Breitling's fishing cabin.
The other, an art theft.
Two deaths, seemingly unconnected.
A detective and a prosecutor.
Two men at either end of the dangerous information that would bring down a high-powered crime boss.
Please, Shawn, give those back.
I'm not quite finished, Mackintosh.
They're expensive.
Those are from Holland.
I need to button this thing and bring it home.
Shawn, I'm not kidding around.
Relax, dude.
Well, at least put on the strap.
Relax.
Give me the binoculars.
I'm not giving you the binoculars.
Well, at least put the strap on.
Crossley set up the guy who was banging his wife, Pierre Despereaux.
Is this how they do things in the States? No.
No, usually it's much less professional.
He planted Despereaux's fingerprints and his signature cigarette! And unfortunately he's right.
The courier did hand over a package to the Crown Prosecutor six days before his death.
It was picked up from a man with a badge matching Breitling's description.
Good.
We have enough to go into Crossley's house.
Mackintosh.
Let me guess.
Frank Crossley.
Okay, now I admit it.
He looks guilty.
How many more people are you going to let him kill? I don't know, Gus.
Maybe one more, tops.
We are now accessories to two murders, two prison escapes, and helping him dangle a guy off a building.
There's no way dangling a guy off a building is in the criminal code.
Not in Canada.
Would you hurry up? There's no way he got very far on foot.
He's in the car, isn't he? Nope.
Through the gas tank, really? No stone unturned, Shawn.
Well, you should probably check under that stone.
Uh-uh, do not take another step, Despereaux! We are not going to help you escape this time.
I'm afraid that won't be necessary.
In the car.
I came to straighten things out with Frank and I found him dead.
Valeria setting up a crime scene, placing one of my signature cigarettes near the body.
That's the second time she's tried that, isn't it? So you're the crime boss? Yes.
I feel rather foolish now.
Are we going to get moving? Or do I need to start shooting? He managed to run his whole empire from inside, without missing a beat.
That's how Frank Crossley could run his empire from behind bars.
He didn't.
It was all a front for you.
That was the game-changing information that Breitling had on Crossley.
Just not Frank Crossley.
Valeria Crossley.
You were the one who was on to Breitling.
In the house! And with the Crown Prosecutor involved, you had to kill them both.
You had the perfect patsy.
You knew he could break into anything because he's awesome.
As a nice bonus, he was also looking for love.
Well, I wouldn't say searching for love, per se.
It started out kind of animal, really.
Despereaux? Hmm? Let me finish.
Right.
In the midst of all this mess, your poor, unfortunate husband had to end the trail.
He was the final loose end.
And you still had the perfect patsy running around.
Don't go back.
I mean that as a compliment.
Thank you.
Run.
I was the pawn.
I can't be the pawn.
I really liked her.
Maybe I was looking for love.
Maybe you need to take a chance, put your heart on the line.
Oftentimes they turn out to be cold-blooded murderers, but sometimes they don't.
Any relationship is going to be a leap of faith.
It took me four years to figure that out.
Could you keep your voice down? Honey? You know I don't like loose ends.
I don't want to have to do this here.
You know, maybe we could be useful to each other, huh? You, me.
Okay.
I'm going out.
When I get out there, you two make for the door, all right? She'll kill you! No, no, no, no, she'll kill you.
She won't kill me.
You see, Shawn, you were right, it is a leap of faith.
And I have faith she won't kill me.
I was wrong.
Don't take the chance.
Take the chance.
Take it now.
Don't take the chance.
I have a better idea.
So do I.
You have zero ideas.
I'll get the door for him.
Right.
On the count of three.
One, two, three.
Darling, sweetheart, there are too many moving parts.
You can't stop them all.
Look, I have you, you have me.
Just let me have the gun.
Wow, that was flush.
Doin' all right? See? I told you she wouldn't kill me.
Yeah, true love.
Gus, we're good! She's unconscious! Stop running.
I don't know why you're smiling.
The charges in the States are every bit as steep as the ones here.
I find your confidence in the American justice system adorable.
They'll never convict me.
We'll convict you.
Sign again.
Oh, I look forward to a trial with no physical evidence.
Now, I want to pose a question to you, Shawn, and I want you to consider it sincerely.
Shoot.
Lunch.
Friday.
Mmm, I'll visit you in prison.
I'd schedule that sooner than later.
Let's go.
Lassie, where's Juliet? She's meeting me at the airport.
Well, where is she now? She went to go clear her head.
What am I, her social secretary? Toodle-oo! Hey.
You know, this bridge was built by porcupines.
They chewed the girders with their little teeth.
Apparently, there was like a rabies outbreak during construction.
They tried to unionize Shawn, can we not do this right now? I'm really upset with you.
We just We missed the moment.
Some people just don't fit.
Yeah, but those are LEGO people.
And how could they? I mean, they make so many different sizes for all the different sets.
They're in a box, they're in a bucket.
Then kids get them mixed up.
And don't even get me started on DUPLOs.
Those things are like twice the size.
You know, so babies won't eat them.
It's funny.
It's always funny.
Can we not do this right now? It's okay.
The way things are.
It's okay.
I just really need to sort this out on my own right now.
Can I just say what I came here to say, please? I have a motorcycle.
Yes.
You do.
Yes, I do.
And you know what? It is It is the purest form of freedom that I have ever experienced.
You zip through traffic, you park anywhere, you never have to take anyone to the airport, you certainly don't have to help anyone move.
Easily the best purchase I've ever made in my life.
And I have never regretted it.
Not for one second.
Great.
You love your motorcycle.
Is there a point to this? Yeah, there's a point.
The point is, since I met you, I've been thinking about getting a car.
And you're not thinking something practical or God, no.
Sensible? I'm not throwing in the towel altogether.
This is awesome.
Oh! Sorry.
We never do this.
Once we did it.
Well, I mean, not like this.
This is an escalation of anything that happened previously.
Maybe we should adjourn somewhere else.
Yes.
Is this on sale? I don't work here.
I like your pearls.
You're very nice for a slut.
You know what? Maybe now's not the time.
I have a flight in an hour.
Wait a minute.
I have a room.
A really nice one.
Paid for by a convicted criminal.
Why do you tell me these things? Full disclosure.
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 I know, you know I know, you know I know, you know