Psych: The Movie Page #2

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Y-you have a lot on

your plate right now,

and it's really not

that important...

- Okay, just stop.

I think I know what

this is about,

and it is important.

- Oh, God, you do?

- Of course I do.

But, you know, maybe...

maybe marriage was never gonna

be the right choice for you.

- What?

Oh, God, you know

I love Shawn.

And he is an extraordinary

person, but maybe

your goals and his goals were

just never gonna line up

in the end.

Oh, no.

Um, no.

This is not about me.

- No, of course it's not, no.

It's about the both of you.

Okay, we are really

misunderstanding each other

right now.

- Okay, but it's easy to notice

that you don't wear a ring.

- Look, I am in no rush.

- I just think the question is,

how long are you gonna wait?

I hope I'm wrong.

And I hope it's with Shawn.

- Mm.

Sorry, yeah.

O'Hara.

- The man who stole from me

entered the boat

right behind you.

Tell me how you know him.

- I never seen him before.

I'm not foolish enough

to lie to you.

Hey, El, we found something

on the beard.

- Find this man.

This Burton Guster.

It looks amazing,

doesn't it?

I just finished the addition.

I matched it exactly

with the 30th Anniversary

Blu-Ray.

- Of "Gremlins"?

- Cheers.

Shawn, we are eight feet

underground

at the end of an alley

in Chinatown.

Gus, don't be the comma

in Earth, Wind & Fire.

This is a glorious triumph,

especially considering all

the restrictions you gave me.

- Restrictions?

- Oh, let's see here:

cable car adjacent,

gotta be smelling distance

from Ghirardelli Square...

That's half the city

with my nose.

And we both know the problem

is the name.

- You shut your drunk mouth.

That name is spun gold.

It literally looks like

a bunch of letters

pushed together.

- psychphrancisco.

One word, all lowercase,

ph for the f.

What's not to understand, Gus?

If we're gonna get

walk-up traffic,

we need a business name

that makes sense.

And we can't keep

making additions

until we get more cases.

Gus.

I don't mean to talk

down to you,

but are you familiar

with the expression,

"you gotta spend money

to buy things"?

That's not at all

how it goes,

and you haven't heard it

both ways. What...

Immaterial, because we

already have a case.

A big one.

You should sit down.

- On what?

- The rickshaw.

Okay, listen.

Juliet's partner,

sweet Sam Sloane...

he's in the ICU.

He was attacked in

his own home last night.

He's barely hanging on, Gus.

We got to get down to

the hospital right away.

Oh, man.

And the police asked for us?

Since when do they

have to ask?

Gus, we show up, I do

a little of this.

Even less of that.

One of those.

The rest writes itself.

Shawn, you know

I can't do that.

I have to make all

my holiday bonuses

just to keep this

money pit afloat.

I figured you'd say

something like that.

Which is why I'm pitching this

to sweeten the pot:

as we drive across town,

we stop at every

single Cinnabon.

- I'm listening.

We Pandora up

a Prince death tribute...

Shawn, you know Prince

isn't really dead.

And by the time we're

finished later tonight,

you're at the observatory

for the Starry Night

Telescope Viewing Party

on Mt. McCumber.

That telescope party

is tonight.

I hear it gets

wilder every year.

- Not possible, Shawn.

Not possible.

We'll see about that,

won't we?

Oh, wow.

Sam has a lot of friends.

Everyone's head's down.

That can't be a good sign.

All right, everyone,

listen up.

- Uh-oh.

- Whoever did this

had Inspector Sloane's alarm

code, knew his schedule,

and shot him within a minute

of him entering his own house.

- I can't see anything.

I see balloons over there.

He's probably...

We should've brought

a cake or something.

- Is somebody here?

- Hello.

- Chief.

It's us, Chief.

- Yes.

- Uh, 'scuse us, guys.

I...I get it. It's unfair.

You were here first,

but it's just...

it's impossible to see

past you all,

'cause you're, like,

what are you feeding them?

- What are you doing here?

Uh, we...uh, we just came

to pay our respects.

- Oh, that's very nice of you.

You done yet?

I didn't realize there

was a time limit.

Please continue.

Okay, the only thing

that we know

that they were able to take

was Inspector Sloane's dongle.

- Oh, my God!

- It's not what you think.

It's exactly what

I think, Gus.

These people are monsters

and they must be stopped.

A dongle is

a security device.

- Sure, for some people.

You stick it into

your computer.

Not my computer.

Not since high school.

Jules, back me up on this.

- Shawn, stop talking.

- All right.

- This particular device

allows an officer to access

his or her confidential

San Francisco PD files.

It's the only way that you

can get into the system.

- You knew this?

Okay. All right.

So this is different.

What you're saying

is a different thing.

My bad.

Please continue.

Okay, Inspector Sloane's

dongle was right-angled

and purple.

- Ha, ha, ha.

- Oh, my God.

Well, it's a little

silly, isn't it?

- A word?

Outside.

Excuse us, guys.

Sorry.

- Hey, hon, what's up?

- Why are you here?

- To offer our services.

He's here to offer

our services.

I'm about to go check out

some black holes.

That was a bad

choice of words.

Out of context,

I regretted it.

Sweetheart, this is Sam,

okay? He's family.

We're all in this thing

together.

- Shawn, your offer is lovely,

but the answer is no,

and don't push me on this.

Go home, go now,

good-bye.

- Wow.

- What?

- Mm-mm-mm.

Where the hell did

you get a waffle?

- Don't worry about it, Shawn.

- Dude, she's so hardcore.

Shawn, she's dealing

with a lot.

You need to give her

some space.

Now, listen, tonight's moon

is a waxing gibbous

and Venus is in retrograde.

So we need to be at that

telescope before...

Gus, I can't do this

with you right now.

Or ever, for that matter.

- Psst.

Guys. Over here.

- Nick Conforth?

- Why are you hiding?

- I don't like hospitals.

- Then why are you at one?

- In San Francisco, no less.

- I came to see Sam.

I was his instructor

at the Academy.

He was one of my best.

We're still close.

So close that you're

hanging outside?

- Juliet kicked me out.

- Huh. Us too.

- Ah, that's not a coincidence.

Listen, I don't know how

to tell you this,

but she's hiding something.

- Juliet, my Juliet?

- Nick, you sound paranoid.

Plus you're mixing horizontal

and vertical stripes.

While hiding behind

a reindeer and a menorah.

- Hurts your credibility.

It's theologically

incongruous.

Look, Sam called me

yesterday.

He was adamant no one

could be trusted.

I said, what about

your partner?

He said, "Especially not her."

24 hours later, he's dead.

- No, no, he's not dead.

- Sorry. Survivor's remorse.

If this has anything to do

with my girlfriend...

- Fianc.

- Fianc,

you have to tell me everything

you know, Nick.

Sam said he kept getting

these calls

from the same burner number.

Something about

"the crimes of Juliet."

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