Psych (2006–2014): Season 6, Episode 1 - Psych - full transcript

While helping a young client get his Star Wars Collector Action Figure back from a wealthy man, Shawn finds the action figure and a dead body in the mansion. He puts on his psych act and tells the police there is a crime at the mansion.

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And to Ambassador Fanshawe

for bringing his team
all the way here

to Santa Barbara

to lobby for the rights
of this innocent boy,

or should I say man, Colin,

as you've certainly become one
through this ordeal.

From his host family,
who have stood by him

this whole time...
Charles, where are you?

Take a bow.

To our distinguished ambassador,

who has delivered us
not only a dismissal of the case



but a new faith
in the American justice system.

Now, I don't want to take up
any more of your time,

so, please, enjoy the evening.

All right, I'm in.

Describe item.

Really?
You've forgotten already?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought I was busy
James Bonding it up in here.

It's a Star Wars toy, Shawn.

Easy as that.

We went through this, twice.

It's not a toy.
It's a collector's item.

It's a pristine
1978 Darth Vader

with a double-telescoping
lightsaber.



Shouldn't you be in bed?

- It's 7:45.
- At least at home.

We're parked in front
of my house.

I don't want to get caught in
a car with an 11-year-old kid.

I don't want
that stupid ambassador's son

moving back home
with my prize toy.

So maybe you and James Bond
should hurry up.

Shawn, it's official.

You never take a case
without me again.

Are you playing with the toys?

Dude, this kid has
Mattel Electronics Football II,

the one
where you can throw passes.

Suck it, hyphens.

Your partner said
he could get it back

in eight minutes.

I want my 500 bucks returned.

Shawn, what the hell
is going on?

Please tell me
you're not eating.

Dude, this kid has
a mini fridge in his room.

Shawn, I will leave you here.

Got it.

- You sure?
- 100%.

Good.

Get the hell out of my car.

I don't think it was this room.

I heard a door click.

You know there's three doors
in this hallway.

You're paranoid.

I heard something going on
upstairs,

- and I saw the handle move.
- When?

When you walked up.

The ambassador's bedroom
is off-limits.

Let's get back to our post.

All right, one second.

Shawn, what the hell
are you doing?

You hear that?

- What?
- A voice.

It was muffled,
like a TV or in another room.

Did you check the office?
Ms. Tabet's gonna kill us.

Oh!

What happened?

You want the good news
or the bad news?

- What do you think?
- I am not your mother.

He didn't say that, Shawn.
What's the bad news?

Drive!

# 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 #

Carlton, it's late.
What are you doing?

This asinine polygraph machine
isn't working right.

Oh, that's weird.
It was working last week.

It's not now.
It sucks.

- Whoever made it sucks.
- Hmm.

Here, look.

Watch, I'll show you.

Hold that with your right hand.

Name.

Juliet...

O'Hara.

No sign of deception.

- Truth.
- See, it's working fine.

- Let's go.
- No, no, no.

One more...
just one more question.

Um, are you...
What's a good question?

I got one.
Are you currently dating anyone?

Answer anytime you like.

Hmm.

I see you're experiencing
some stress.

I don't see what this
has to do with anything.

It's just a control question.
You and I both know

you're not dating
anyone, right?

So simply answer truthfully,

and we'll know the machine
is working properly,

like you say it is...

Unless, of course,
you are dating somebody

and want to tell me about it.

- What are you getting at?
- Nothing.

I'm simply testing
a potentially defective piece

of machinery,
and since partners don't lie

or keep secrets from each other

because we put our lives
in each other's hands,

I'm asking a question
I believe I know the answer to.

Are you currently
or have you ever been

in a relationship with anyone
at the station?

Well, see,
that's a different question.

Answer either one.
I'm flexible.

I don't have time for this.

Don't do this, Shawn.

Gus, we can't just tell them
that we broke into the house.

Just please get to the body
some other way.

I'm seeing a woman.

Really?

Can you tell me her name,
or is it a secret?

A dead woman...

murder victim,
under a bed in the dark.

The rest of the house is full
of people...a formal gathering.

Time is running out.

Tell you what,
why don't you check

every house in Santa Barbara

and get back to me
after you have something

- a little more specific?
- 3555 Ridgecrest.

- Excuse me?
- That's incredibly specific.

First door on the left
down the hallway.

She'll be lying
on the right-hand side.

She's wearing an expensive pair
of earrings.

Stop being so specific, Shawn.

That's really precise.

It doesn't hurt
to just drive up there.

Really?

Why the sudden need
to follow every one

of Spencer's whims?

I'm going to check it out.

Of course you are.

I am, too.

Great job, Spencer.

You had a vision
at a diplomat's residence.

Next time why don't you try
and get us into North Korea?

- It'll be easier.
- I know I left my jacket

on the chair.

I had my wallet in the pocket.

I am sensing that your jacket
is in the kitchen

in a wine crate,
buried under some hay.

It's okay.
I'm a psychic.

- Okay.
- Really?

I felt badly.
His wallet was inside.

I'm sorry, but we've
just completed a party.

And as the ambassador's
workplace,

this house
is technically British soil.

I'm sure you can understand

why we would refuse entry
to somebody

on such an outlandish hunch.

Of course we can.

So, what, they just bust out
immunity, and that's it?

- They just did.
- Awesome.

Put that on my bucket list.

Before or after
invisible plane?

After. I want a jetpack,
wonder woman plane,

immunity.

- No, wait, jetpack...
- Shawn.

Forgive me, gentlemen,
but you must understand

how unconventional
all this sounds.

Okay, how did you do that?

Most incredible thing
I've seen.

I'm so sorry.

He found my jacket...

with his finger.

I am sensing the victim...

glittery gown, sleeveless.

Dark hair?

Yes, up from the shoulders.

She was wearing new earrings.

You have my permission
to enter the house.

- Richard...
- He's describing Annabeth.

Here, here, here, here,
here, here, here, here.

The body's under the bed.

That's...
that's not possible.

You see,
I'm so, so, so, so sure.

I don't think
more "so"s is the answer, Shawn.

Perhaps you should check again.

Ambassador, if you would
all just indulge me

one last time.

To the backyard.

I sense something here.

This door
has been closed recently.

Oh, come on.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

What is it, Spencer?

Did someone forget
to check the chlorine?

Lassie, I'm going to need
to borrow your flashlight.

- Well?
- Well, what?

Well, don't you think
you owe me an apology?

You know what?
You're right.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for expecting a little
bit of honesty out of you.

- Oh, we're still on that?
- Still on what?

Hey, guys, what's going on?

Okay, fine.
I am seeing Shawn.

We have been dating a while.
We kept it from you.

- Does that make you happy?
- Happy's not the word.

I think we need
to see the chief.

Oh, okay, so now you want
to tell on us.

Actually, O'Hara,
we need to see the chief

about getting me
a new partner...

One I can trust.

No.

- No?
- N-capital O.

Carlton,
I'm not reassigning you.

We have a big murder case here.

Why would you even ask
such a thing?

- Why don't you ask her?
- Oh.

Whatever you do, don't hook
her up to a polygraph machine,

because you're
not gonna get anywhere.

You hooked her up
to a lie detector,

and you want the new partner?

Chief, there is something
I need to come clean about.

Oh, you're gonna come clean
to her?

Wait, does it affect
your ability to do your job

- right now?
- No.

Then why do you think
that I would want to know?

What I do want
is for the two of you

to work out whatever silliness
is going on

between the two of you.

I've got a briefing to give.

The victim
was Annabeth York, 31,

a member

of Ambassador Fanshawe's
technical staff.

Now, she'd been staying
in the Santa Barbara area,

working with a diplomatic team

on behalf of a jailed
British exchange student,

Colin Hennessey,

accused of strangling

his then-girlfriend,
Sarah Peele,

based on witness testimony
of seeing him driving his car,

a 2010 red Chevy Cruze,
from the scene of the crime.

Now, stay with me
because now it gets good.

Ten days ago, Miss York
successfully located

another witness
putting Mr. Hennessey

far from the crime,
giving him an alibi

and earning him his release

and the dropping
of all charges.

Now, the party was a farewell
to the ambassador

and a thank-you for the clearing
of an innocent man.

This case was brought
to our attention

by perhaps the most impressive
bit of premonition yet

from Mr. Spencer here.

He not only knew the address,

but the initial location,

the jewelry
that the victim was wearing,

and also that the party punch
was a bit skunky.

So, Mr. Spencer,

strong work.

Do we have a suspect?

Security chased an intruder
from an upstairs window.

Apparently the intruder escaped
via the backyard.

That wasn't the guy.

That was probably
just a paparazzi.

- Or a raccoon.
- Though a raccoon

with video camera
would be an ideal suspect.

Hmm.

- A quick word.
- No, thanks.

- Can Gus come?
- I don't want to come.

- Shawn.
- Miss York was highly trusted,

despite being the lowest-ranking
member of the diplomatic team.

Come on, dad.

I wanted to hear
the rest of that briefing,

see how it ended.

You were in that house,
weren't you?

I may have been under the bed.

I had to hide from the guards.
That's where I saw the girl.

- You broke in.
- I snuck in.

You crashed a diplomat's party.

I was only there to steal
Darth Vader from his kid's room.

Kid, you're gonna get caught.

You're gonna blow
your whole psychic thing,

and you're gonna become
the prime suspect.

Was highly trusted, despite
being the lowest-ranking member

of the diplomatic team.

I am sensing the victim.

She was wearing new earrings,
glittery gown, sleeveless.

Here's my question.

If this is such
a major international incident

that the ambassador flew in
and rented a house

in Santa Barbara to oversee
the whole thing,

then why was it passed off

to the lowest-ranking member
of his staff?

I think the ambassador
was having an affair

with the victim.

Come to visit the stiffs?

What? No.

It's okay.
I understand your fascination.

It's completely natural.

The urge to comb their hair,

- try on their jewelry.
- Woody.

Woody, I snuck in here

to take a peek
at your preliminary report

before you present
to the other cops tomorrow.

You didn't kill her, did you?

No.
My son needs my help.

I think he might have bit off
a bit too much this time.

You don't have to tell me.
I know Gus well.

- Shawn.
- Him too.

Never thought of them
as brothers, though.

Bit of a game-changer,
I'll tell you that.

Look, he's in a pinch.

He needs to solve
this case first.

Say no more.

The problem, Shawn, is that
we know they were hooking up,

but without access
to the ambassador, we're stuck.

What do you mean
you'll handle it?

No.

You need to pick a side.

She has little
to no defensive wounds.

- So she knew her attacker?
- Or she paid somebody

to murder her.

Now that I say that out loud,
I like your theory better.

But that's
not even the big reveal.

She was strangled
in a very similar fashion...

Why is there
a second autopsy report here?

I remember the identical
circumstances occurring

in that student's murder
last year.

- They accused a Brit.
- Colin Hennessey.

That's the case this woman
was working on.

I know, right?
I pulled out the report.

The strangulation marks
are a match.

So these murders were
committed by the same person?

I was thinking
replicate robots,

but now that I say it out loud,
I like your idea better.

I may even have
a print on the body.

Woody, favor.

Does it involve sleeping
over night in the cooler?

- No.
- Then anything.

Don't hurry.

I never do.

So it's someone that was
here now and last May 16th?

Yeah, yeah.
If Woody is right.

Did you get back into
the ambassador's house yet?

Yeah, I'm negotiating this now.

Bye.

I'm not apologizing to him.

Fine. You apologize.

I've nothing to apologize for.

You begged to borrow
my telescoping vader,

then refused to return it.

I can't even find
the stupid toy.

Yeah, that's right you can't.

You want to know why?
You don't want to know why.

Justin, your good pal Mason
here takes off for England

- on Friday.
- I'm going back to New York,

you moron.

The embassy is in New York.

If we were in England,
we wouldn't be ambassadors,

you twit.

- Let me hit him.
- Right in the face.

Yes, that's
what I'm talking about.

Hit him in the face.
Wait.

- What?
- Can't.

I don't think immunity works
in that direction.

Can we go now?

I don't want him
to be my friend anyway.

I just wanted to use his pool.

Oh, well,
you'll never use it now.

Yes, I will, because
I'm gonna become friends

with the next family
that rents that place.

And then I'm going to
practically live in that pool.

Well, I'm going
to go pee in it.

Don't forget to sit down
when you do it, you girl.

Have fun swimming in my pee.

Okay, no one's peeing
in anything.

Except for you
in your bed, you wanker.

Okay, that's it.
I'm gonna beat your pompous...

- You can't. No.
- What?

Gus, we can't argue like this

with children.

I called us all together because
we need to have a summit,

like gentlemen.

We need to do it
in your kitchen, Mason.

We need to do it
before your dad gets he.

- Whoa, why my house?
- Because you're the one

- that started all this.
- By stealing my stuff.

I didn't even like it.

The new Star Wars movies

are way better
than the older ones, anyway.

- Whoa.
- No, it's not. Whatever.

We are dealing
with a crazy person.

I told you
this wasn't gonna work.

You stole a key from a kid?

Come on, Gus, that was no kid.

It's the product of centuries
of inbreeding.

Do I hear potato chips?

I think they're called
"crisps" in this house, Gus.

And, yes, you do.

You raided
the mini fridge again?

Be reasonable.
Chips don't go in the fridge.

But this can
of Sprite Zero does.

Dude, put it away.

Hmm.

What have we here?

Accused of strangling his
then-girlfriend, Sarah Peele.

So it was someone who was here
now and last May 16th?

Yeah, yeah, if Woody is right.

Hmm.

Randa, I've come to a decision.

I've decided that I'm going
to tell the truth.

I'm going to come clean.

Admitting an affair
to the American police

will cause them
to investigate you.

Everyone knows
that my wife and I were split

way before my appointment.

Look, I've got nothing to hide.

You're too trusting.

If you don't listen
to me, Richard,

you will be brought down
for this.

Not unless we can find someone
to be on our side,

someone like that psychic

who can find the truth for us.

Are you listening to yourself?

Oh, come on, don't tell me
you weren't mesmerized

by that mind-boggling display.

I mean, I nearly got up
and cheered myself.

Shawn, I know
what you're thinking.

No.

No. No.

Spirits are stirring.
I sense I was needed.

We've had just about enough
of you, Mr. Spencer.

- Let's go, Shawn.
- I was drawn here.

I don't know why.

Please, help me find out.

Shall I ring the police?

Oh.

Well, that...is astounding.

Please, come in.

I'd like to hire you.

- You can't do that.
- Why?

- We think you did it.
- We do not.

- We did before.
- Dude, that was,

- like, half an hour ago.
- Why did we change our mind?

Ambassador, last May 16th,
you were in a strange

and fantastical place
called Zoo-rich.

- Zurich.
- So there's absolutely no way

you could have killed
Sarah Peele.

Of course I didn't.

I'm also sensing that you
cared deeply for Annabeth.

We are paid

by the Santa Barbara
Police Department, Shawn.

Ambassador, go ahead.

Tell him about all the benefits

that go along with working
for you...state dinners,

beer pong with Prince Harry,

manscaping with Charles,

coral reef bombing
with the Queen...

I think you're mistaken.

Am I?
Oh.

I was under the impression

that there would be some kind
of diplomatic immunity.

Oh, I see.
Well, no, it's true

that all members
of my staff are permitted

limited powers of immunity.

- Can I rob a bank?
- No.

- Can I print my own money?
- No.

Can you introduce me
to Harry Potter?

Fictional character.

Can I urinate on a public bus?

- Would you want to?
- Maybe.

- Shawn.
- Depends on the bus company.

Can I drive 180 miles per hour?

Look, I think
this is all a big mistake.

You know what?
Scratch that.

The Blueberry
can only do, what, 60?

All right, I'll get you
a list of exceptions.

Cheers.
You're hired.

Good enough for me.

Dude, I just got us
diplomatic immunity.

What do you want to steal?

Okay.

Why do you need us,
Mr. Ambassador?

Look, Annabeth was trying
to contact me

the night of the party.

Did she say what she wanted?

Only that it was
about the case,

that it was urgent.

She sent me a cryptic text.
Here...

"The witnesses were right."

Right about what?

She'd just proven
they were wrong.

Ambassador, I'll need a moment
to evaluate your wood.

- Here you go.
- Oh. Thank you.

Oh.

Where are your shoes?

Is that your British accent?

Where are you getting
your accents from?

- I don't know.
- All the usual places I guess...

Peter Pan, Geico Gecko,
Phineas and Ferb's granddad.

Is there any of them
that don't come

from animated characters?

Not really.
Does Russell Brand count?

Guys, seriously.

The shoes...
where are they?

Why?
I don't keep my shoes here.

They weren't just shoes.

- The murderer was in the room.
- When?

When the guards came in
and chased away the intruder.

I thought the killer
was the intruder.

No. No, no. No.

Just...he intruder has nothing
to do with the murder.

Forget about him...
or her, or it,

if it's transgender.

He means the killer
was a guest at the party.

If they moved the body
without anyone seeing,

they were probably the last
to leave.

Who was that?

I know I left my jacket
on the chair.

God, I had my wallet
in the pocket.

Colin Hennessey...
a 2010 red Chevy Cruze.

Colin Hennessey.

The kid Annabeth just cleared
of murdering his girlfriend?

"The witnesses were right"

the first time implies
she knew he was guilty.

So he had to kill her before
she could tell anyone else.

Ambassador,
we'll need an address.

What are you doing?

Immunity doesn't cover
trespassing, Shawn.

Spencer, get back out here.

You guys stay out there.

That's too sticky.

I'm gonna kill him.

This time, I swear to God,
I'm really gonna kill him.

Carlton,
you're not gonna kill anyone.

I might.

- May I help you?
- Colin.

Colin is a 21-year-old
university student.

Ah, so you're not him.

We're his host family.
What are you doing in my home?

Well, I work
for Ambassador Fanshawe,

and I have diplomatic immunity.

- So do I.
- Really?

They just hand that out
like Halloween candy, huh?

I'm his Public Affairs officer.

And immunity

is a very limited scope
of powers.

Maybe for you.

I pretty much have
the full monty.

- S.B.P.D.
- May we please come in, sir?

We need to ask Colin
a few questions.

Yes, of course.
Is he in some sort of trouble?

Well, he was
the last guest to leave

the ambassador's party
the other night,

and we have reason to believe
the victim's body

was moved late in the evening.

We also have evidence
that Annabeth York

had new information
regarding his case.

- We do?
- I didn't tell you that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I divined
that she was killed

because she was very close
to identifying the murderer.

Thanks for sharing, Spencer.

Man, you really put
the "me" in team.

Colin has been a model guest
in our home.

He's just resumed classes today.

I thought
this awful matter was over.

It is. We just got
a fingerprint off the body...

and a match, and we're going
to make an arrest.

Thanks for your time.

This is preposterous.

Look, I am strongly sensing
it's not her.

Her DNA was all over the body.

And she immediately
invoked immunity.

You'd use it
if you could get it.

It's more addictive
than little crack nuggets.

And
House Hunters International.

Why don't you let us talk
to her, alone?

You moved the body?

- I did it for you.
- God.

My job is to protect you,

and I-I thought
that you killed her.

I mean, it...
it was your bedroom, Richard.

Look, I'll do everything I can,

but your immunity's
not gonna help you.

I mean, the mission are gonna
back the Americans on this one.

That woman wears loyalty
like a micro mini skirt.

What?

That woman wears loyalty

- like a mi...
- Wait a minute.

From his host family
who've stood

by him this whole time.

There's no way she could have
been in two places at once.

I think we had the right killer
all along.

- You can thank us later.
- Especially me.

That's it.
That's it.

You're not driving anymore.

Oh, come on, Gus.
We've almost solved the case.

We got to enjoy immunity
before it's gone.

That's your idea of fun?

You know what? You're right.
It's strangely empty.

Maybe we need to amp up thrill.

Let's just go, Shawn.
We're not gonna find him here.

Gus, don't be
the mystery mouseketool.

Hey, freeze!

Shawn Spencer,

Her Majesty's Secret Service
and S.B.P.D.!

He's getting away.

Gus, help me figure out
which one of these cars

- to commandeer.
- What?

Whoa!

What is that?

These are my diplomat papers.

That is a Whichwich Sandwich
stamp card.

That's my Whichwich stamp card.

Whichwich is 90 miles away.

- It doesn't matter, Shawn.
- It is the back of a stamp card

that says, "You work for me."
Signed, Richard Fanshawe.

And I don't think I need
to tell you who he is.

- Yes, you do.
- He's an ambassador, Jack,

which means I could kill you
right now

and no one can say a word,
especially you,

'cause you'd be dead.

Now, I'm not gonna do it,

'cause I don't want to do
the Queen that way,

not after all the messes
Prince Andrew's gotten us into.

Come on, man, just turn
the engine back on.

- Let's go get him.
- The engine is on.

Really?
These Priuses are super quiet.

I am not giving you my car.

Hold up!

If you're so innocent,
then why did you run?

I spent four months in jail
wrongly accused.

I got scared.

We just wanted
to talk to you, dude.

Then why were you shouting,
"I'll shoot you

repeatedly in the skull
when I catch you"?

That was me.
I was gonna shoot him.

Only I don't have a gun.

It's just a stress-relief
fantasy that I have.

- It's perfectly normal.
- No, it's not.

Free to go.

- Thank you.
- Not you, him.

47 violations, and you never
even made it into a car...

Solid work, Spencer.

I have two words
for you, Lassie.

Diplomatic immunity.

What, am I saying this wrong?

The guy from Lethal Weapon 2
was not Russian, Shawn.

It's been revoked.

Just got that
from the ambassador.

In my defense,
I never received the pamphlet

outlining the limitations.

All I know is what I saw
in an old Chips episode.

This isn't about your antics
at the college.

I think he was a tad more upset
about this.

So, psychic...

please explain.

This...

is not me.

Shawn.

When Lassiter showed me
the picture,

I said, "Where did you get
that picture of Shawn?"

Look, I wish it were me,
if I'm being honest.

The guy looks great in a suit.

The head's all wrong.

And his hair has
a counter-clockwise trend to it.

Mine's always grown
northern hemisphere.

- I don't see it.
- South African.

The Lethal Weapon 2 guys
are South African.

And this...

is not me.

Mm.

I guess there's just one way
to settle this.

Okay, really?
Jules, come on.

Will you tell him
to please stop this?

Why?

Because it's wrong.
That's why.

Look, sure, I look
a lot like this guy.

But it...it's a fax.

It's blurry.
It's from the side.

Who would even send
this picture?

I'm sorry, Shawn.
You're on your own with this.

First question...

What is your name?

There is a murderer
on the loose.

That is not your name.

Shawn Spencer.

Truth.
We're off to a good start.

Where were you
the night of the party?

Let's see, uh...

I talked with Gus...

Played some video games.

Yeah, we were...we were talking
a little Star Wars.

Look, Lassie, we both know
what this is about.

This is about me and Juliet.

Answer only
my questions, please.

Yes, we're together.

- You hate it. I get it.
- Spencer.

I can't help it, man.
I've been fighting

- this thing for years.
- Spencer, stop.

- It's not just gonna go away.
- Stop.

You're gonna have to deal

with the fact
that I love her, okay?

- All right.
- Can I get out of here?

I've just
about solved this case.

- One more question.
- If it will make you happy.

I think it will.

Are you psychic?

Excuse me?

Are you,
Shawn Spencer, psychic?

You have to answer
that one, Shawn.

Yes.

No deception indicated.

Just h-hold it.
I repeat, are you psychic?

- Yes, I am.
- A person of psychic ability?

- I am.
- With the ability to see

- into the future?
- I am. I'm so psychic,

I can't even believe it.
Want to try it in Spanish?

Si. Mucho clarividente.

Estoy sin piernas.

You just said
that you were legless.

You're legless.
This is not me.

This is a guy with similar hair

and no idea how to style it.

Okay, I think we've heard
about enough of this, Carlton.

Oh, and I know
who killed that woman,

if anyone's interested.

The least you could
is give us an explanation.

You wouldn't need one
if you'd keep your criminals

in the cell a little longer.

What's going on, guys?

Why don't you tell me, Colin?

The photo that was faxed
to the ambassador

came from this house,
which got me to thinking,

"Who stands to benefit the most
from discrediting me?"

The correct answer
is the killer.

Annabeth was my savior.

She found the witness
that cleared me.

Why would I do anything
to harm her?

Maybe she realized
she was wrong

and you actually were guilty.

But she wasn't wrong, was she?

What are you doing here?

Charles and I are old friends.

I see you!

I sense you, Wignall,

at the party, in the closet,

hiding after you strangled
Annabeth York.

Annabeth came to you
at the party.

She had news, but couldn't get
a hold of the ambassador.

Sent me a cryptic text.

"The witnesses were right."

She had to tell
someone she knew,

someone she worked with,
perhaps an old friend.

Unfortunately, you realized
that she was very close

to discovering that Colin
was imprisoned

for doing something
that you were guilty of.

You had to kill her
to keep her quiet.

Charles, tell me
that isn't true.

I didn't.

Annabeth knew the witnesses
were right about the car.

They were just wrong
about the driver.

You had access to Colin's keys.

And you had a creepy fascination
with his girlfriend.

I barely knew who she was.

Well, that's not true.

Sarah mentioned that you'd
called her on her mobile

more than once.

Eventually she wouldn't come
over here.

She always wanted to meet
at her place.

I didn't know why,
but now it makes sense.

Don't start pointing
the finger at me

because of this lunatic,
who's clearly a fake.

Oh.

I am sensing
that you, Colin, misplaced

a collection
of voyeuristic photos.

But...Wait.

Luckily,
Mrs. Wignall found them

for you.

Spiritual correction incoming.

Are these even yours?

- I've never seen these before.
- Are you sure?

I'm in them.

It's very easy
to mistake someone in a photo.

Look, that's my shirt.

Well...

If they're not yours,
then who could they possibly...

Oh.

I'm getting something very dark
and very "wignallian."

Richard, tell them.

Look, you've had your issues
with young women before.

You, sir,
strangled Annabeth York,

and, you, sir, strangled
Sarah Peele.

She was a liar...

a mad, little...

I don't have to stand
for this questioning.

I work with the ambassador,
and you know what that means.

- I've got dip...
- Keep your mouth shut.

You're fired.

Sir, put your hands
behind your back.

I know how you know.

So you're pleading
guilty, then?

Now, you're absolutely sure
I can't hold on to my title,

just till April 16th?

You still have to pay taxes,
you know, Shawn.

Yeah, but I can pay
British taxes,

which are probably
way cheaper, right?

Oh, you really don't know
anything about the U.K., do you?

Just the good stuff...
Morrissey, Gwyneth Paltrow,

- leprechauns...
- I'm gonna miss you, Shawn.

Oh, you know, you ever need me
at the embassy,

- I'm right here.
- That's never gonna happen.

Thank you.

Ambassador, I have...
I have one last vision.

It's about your son.

He's in danger, I'm afraid...
serious danger

of, well,
becoming a real a-hole.

Well, you don't have
to be a psychic

to know that, but thank you.

I appreciate it.

Mm. Ooh.

Yes.

You Americans are so emotional.

- Um, could you bring the bags?
- Of course.

Should we talk
about what happened yesterday?

No.
No, no.

Not really.

Spencer, may I have a word?

O'Hara.

What...
Oh, come on, Lassie,

we're not really gonna do this
again, are we?

I've known you
for six years, Spencer.

I know your act.

You do your little dance,

you beat polygraph machines.

You always manage to guess
the right culprit

after missing the first four
or five times.

You whip that hair around

and fall
over every reasonable girl

that Guster hasn't
unsuccessfully hit on already.

And now you've made your way
to O'Hara.

What...oh, come on.
It's not like that.

When I first met you,

you outed my relationship
with my former partner...

a girl I really liked,
by the way.

Got her transferred.

That doesn't matter now.

My point is...

If you don't treat O'Hara
with the respect she deserves

or if you hurt her in any way,

I will discharge my pistol.

You're saying you'll shoot me?

Repeatedly.

The answer is...

No.

Wrong again.

Shawn, I knew you were lying.

You have to believe the lie.

Don't sweat.
Feel your heart.

Dad, this...this feels
a little unethical.

Trust me, Shawn,
there will come a day,

unfortunately,
when this might be necessary.

Perhaps you'll be working
undercover...

But most likely not.

Now, answer the question again,
but this time, first...

breathe.

No.

Perfect.