Dunkirk (1958) - full transcript

Two stories in one - an easygoing British Corporal in France finds himself responsible for the lives of his men when their officer is killed. He has to get them back to Britain somehow. Meanwhile, British civilians are being dragged into the war with Operation Dynamo, the scheme to get the French and British forces back from the Dunkirk beaches. Some come forward to help, others are less willing.

[peaceful music]

Dad?

Yes, Carlton?

There's something I gotta know,

and I don't want you

to spare my feelings.

I can handle the truth.

- Okay, son.

You have my word.

What's on your mind?

When I grow up, will I be

able to grow a beard like that?

You're a Lassiter,

and Lassiter men have been

growing legendary face wigs

for generations.

It's a king's beard

born in your blood,

perfected through centuries.

But never forget, it's not

the beard that makes the king.

- I know, I know.

It's the queen.

That's right, son.

We're almost there.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, where are you?

♪ ♪

Don't leave me!

Dad!

This is Chief Lassiter.

Shots fired.

I'm down.

I have been ambushed

and shot multiple times.

I need backup...

immediately.

♪ ♪

[groans]

Hold it.

Please, I have a family.

[gun clicks]

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

Carlton, do you even remember

why you're here?

Think, son.

Think.

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

- We have an officer down.

All units respond.

2016 Arkenstone Road.

Situation critical.

Suspect still at large.

Approach with extreme caution.

Both: Surprise!

- Ah!

- Surprise, surprise!

What is wrong with you two?

Check it out.

- What is that?

- That is a gift for you.

[whines]

Meet Morrissey the rescue dog,

here to rescue you

from your own handsomeness.

- That dog's Chief Vick's.

- He was.

He kept biting her daughter.

Affection gnawing

is what the vet called it.

He called it rabies, Shawn.

Either way, the Chief, Gus,

and I have come

to a little agreement.

She set him loose in my office

and sped away in her car.

Then you called us to come

down here

and the whole thing just felt

like a win-win.

That dog is eating my foot.

- Morrissey!

- Stop it.

- Psst.

- Stop it.

- Fsst.

- Stop it.

Excuse me, Carlton,

I didn't realize

you had visitors.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Sorry, no pets.

- Pets?

I'm sorry, I...

[whines]

Oh!

That's Morrissey.

He's a therapy dog.

Does he have a vest?

He does, though, he prefers

to call it a "waistcoat."

I think you'll find it all

checks out.

Hmm.

This an old Theraflu T-shirt

with tape over the "flu"

and "py" in Sharpie.

You're good.

One point for you, Dolores.

[chuckles]

My name is Shawn Spencer

and this is my partner

Bill Poopingtons.

- No.

Shawn?

- What?

- Sidebar.

All right.

Carlton, what is happening

right now?

- Let it go.

- Yes.

- Bill Poopingtons.

What kind of nickname is that?

- Transylvania Dutch.

Why?

No, Shawn.

No more embarrassing nicknames,

especially in front

of peers and professionals.

Gus, don't be the night

your dad fell asleep

inside your mom.

We can't just stop doing bits

we've been doing for ten years.

We have fans;

They have expectations.

There'll be a huge backlash.

- Shawn, we are two dumbasses.

We do not have fans.

[clicks tongue]

From now on, I do the nicknames.

- No, no, no.

Absolutely not.

That's disgusting.

Counterproposal:

You have right of refusal

until we land on one you like.

It's a Band-Aid,

but okay for now.

I'm terribly sorry, Dolores.

What I meant to say was,

my name is Shawn Spencer

and this is my full-fledged

partner All-The-Pips-In-One.

- Accepted.

Hello.

Could you fellas take

a little walk with me?

- [clicks tongue]

- Hmm.

Lassie, is that

what I think it is?

[laughs]

Guys, I love animals,

but I'm sure you know

what a prestigious place

the Herschel House is.

We do, but let me just say,

although the dog

is not fully certified and ate

one of the two gas pedals

in our car

on the way down here...

Two what?

We had hoped that

this visit alone would

start to help Carlton heal

his tangled memories.

He's a tough man

with the thick skin

of a northern white rhino,

but the heart of a smaller,

less-white rhino.

I know, and you're right, um...

It's Burton, but you can call

me Jermajesty

or whatever you'd like, Dolores.

Well, Jermajesty,

I am gonna kick myself

for falling prey

to a dapper, smooth-talking,

devil's food cookie

with a perfect cranium,

but I'll make the exception.

"Dapper" and "smooth-talking,"

that doesn't sound right.

Mr. Wilkerson, beautiful day.

Okay, dog stays, but he's on

a very short leash.

Short leash.

[laughs]

And, in exchange,

you guys can tell me why

you're really here.

- Damn, she's good.

- Yeah.

All right, Lassie called us

last night.

He's seeing things.

- Ghosts.

- Not necessarily ghosts.

But probably ghosts.

But there's a lot

of strange stuff

going on around here:

Eerie voices in pipes,

bodies being dragged

out into the woods at night,

black Jell-O.

We're checking to see

if this joint was built

on an Indian burial ground.

Uh, it was built

on an old Kmart,

and he's never mentioned

a word of this to me.

That's because he doesn't

want anyone to know.

We've sworn silence.

Shawn can't tell his wife.

My girlfriend thinks

I'm working a double shift.

I can't even take her calls.

Well, you can't take her calls,

because you downloaded

a rogue app

that changes all of your emojis

into little Jamaicans.

- Seventeen viruses.

- I see.

- So you have a girlfriend?

- I do.

Dolores, I'm gonna be honest

with you.

I only said "black Jell-O"

because that was Gus' nickname

in our adult dodgeball league.

Mm.

And Lassie's terrified

that he's going crazy.

Anyone finds out,

it could cost him his job,

his dignity,

maybe even his family.

Carlton doesn't even remember

why he went

to that abandoned building.

His only recollection

of his shooter is a silhouette,

he's on nine different

medications,

and as you both know,

he suffered a massive stroke

during surgery.

So of course he's seeing things,

but feeding into these fantasies

is the least helpful thing

you can do right now, okay?

Now, I know this goofy

little white guy,

sexy black dude routine

the two of you have going

like the back of my scrubs.

But you really wanna help?

Just be the grown men

that you are.

Okay, what is going on here?

What, Dolores?

The nurse from "Color of Night"

fawning all over you.

I don't know,

maybe she's attractive,

but, Shawn, I'm with Selene now.

I can't keep track

of every shorty

that wants what they can't have.

[chuckles]

Where the hell have

you two been?

Sorry, Lassie.

We were on our way up the stairs

when Gus spotted a Jamba

right across the street.

We made it happen.

Where's the dog?

He jumped out the window

the second you walked out

the door,

took my Jell-O, and ran

straight into the woods.

That makes sense.

He is a hunter-gatherer

of the highest order.

That wasn't the last Jell-O,

though, was it?

- Doesn't matter.

We don't need the dog.

Lassie, I'm gonna cut

to the chase.

It's gonna be

a hard pass for us.

We simply cannot keep lying

to our ladies

to cover up your spooky

ghost sightings, okay?

It's too hard.

They know each other.

We're grown men with real pubes.

Let me give you a visual.

You remember Eddie Murphy's

mustache in "Raw"?

Well, that's what Gus has

going on right over the twig.

Now look, whatever you think

you're seeing, it's up here.

You've been through a lot

and hospitals are creepy,

even super luxurious ones.

Trust me on this, man.

You're just really high.

High.

[door creaking]

[eerie music]

Uh, Shawn.

What's in that dog's mouth?

Gus, please.

It is nothing more

than a human hand.

Oh, my God!

It's... it's a human hand.

And it's covered

in leaves and moss

and it's human and it is a hand.

I'm gonna have to call my wife.

I'm gonna have to lie again.

Lassie, we're in.

Of course you're in, you morons.

There's a hand in your hand.

- Go ahead, Gus.

Knuck it up softly.

Get that dead hand

away from me, Shawn.

♪ ♪

[jaunty rock music]

♪ ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ ♪

[laid-back music]

Shawn, I don't like this.

Gus, you heard Lassie.

We need to get this hand

to Woody ASAP.

If it's ASAP,

why did we stop first

at Pokey Jack's Smoky Shack?

Because I'm not an animal, Gus.

Either way, it says

right there on the wall

we're not allowed

to ship living material.

Well, if this hand

was still living,

that would be inappropriate,

but it's not.

Now, we need our gear

if we're gonna find

the rest of this body

before we drive home.

All of our stuff

is back in Psychphrancisco.

Or is it?

Ow.

Oh, you wanna bumble

with the bee, huh?

[buzzes]

[curious music]

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Gus, we're home.

[triumphant fanfare]

Now give me some Chewie.

[imitates Chewbacca]

It's getting better.

Oh.

[cats meowing]

[playful music]

♪ ♪

Are we on the same page

right now?

Yes, alternative Spider-Verse.

No.

Oh, bienvenue au Litière,

Santa Barbara's only

pop-up cat restaurant.

Ah.

- Sure.

- Of course.

A cat-fé.

How nice.

Do your parents know

you're doing this?

- What?

How old do you think I am?

- Nine.

- Forty-one.

- Forty-one?

- Like the girl from "Orphan."

Congrats, business is booming.

Um, we don't open

for another 15 minutes.

Oh, so the cats

aren't the customers?

Who the hell are you guys?

I'm Shawn Spencer, this is

my partner Ding Dong Ditch.

- Nope.

- Claude O'Dirt.

- Mm-mm.

- Big Poppa Pump?

Warmer.

Lemona-lemona-lemona-lime...

Hello.

How did either of you

reach adulthood?

Don't worry, you will too

as long as you keep

taking your vitamins.

- Okay, I am not a child.

What do you want?

- Isn't it obvious?

We want love.

And companionship.

And the end of the ivory trade.

But most importantly,

we wanna know what you think

you're doing opening

a cat-feteria in our office.

Well, I am a legit entrepreneur

and I rented this space

and it's mine

for the next 19 days.

Oh, those are for cats.

I see.

Okay, I'm gonna be

honest with you guys.

I am in a real Dickens

of a stare down

with the health department,

so I'm gonna need you

to get to the point.

All right, here's the nutshell.

I'm a psychic

and he's a sympathetic pooper.

We're back to retrieve

dozens of detectiving tools

that we've stashed

in the walls, ceiling,

and air ducts.

And that may require punching

a hole or five.

Well, you're gonna need

to take that up

with the landlord,

and he is not gonna like it.

- Back there.

- Thank you, old woman.

Or young child,

whichever you may be.

- What do you want?

- Hi.

Looking for approval

to destroy your drywall

and possibly remove

your air conditioner.

- No.

Bug off.

- "Bug off"?

- Hmm.

[knocks on door]

Sir, if you would just allow

me to explain the magnitude...

- No.

- Yeah, wait, hold on.

Back up.

We can't help but be

disturbed by how low

the register of your voice is.

You're clearly putting on

some sort of bellowed timbre.

- This is not a timbre.

- It just got lower.

- It's the same voice.

- So you admit it's a voice?

Yeah, who are you doing,

Tom Waits?

- Kathleen Turner?

- Harvey Fierstein?

- Diedrich Bader?

- Shawn.

- Get in here.

- Dad?

How in the hell could

you afford to buy

the Psych office?

I didn't buy anything.

You neglected to tell

your landlord

that you were moving.

What?

I simply picked up the payments

and started subletting

to every hipster pop-up

coming into town.

I am literally rolling

in disposable income.

[whispers]

Tax-free.

This seems illegal.

Why are you bothering

my tenants?

We may have left behind

a few items when we moved.

You left behind a slow cooker

with a 3-pound roast in it.

You nearly "This Is Us'd"

the entire block.

"This Is Us"?

Dad, why are you watching

that show?

They have the same show

on ABC, but newer.

[knock at door]

What do you want?

Uh, this is embarrassing,

but I think I'm allergic

to these cats.

- [sneezes]

- Not my problem.

Wha...

Look, Dad,

this is a Lassie mystery.

The stakes are possibly

life and death,

which means I need

my night vision goggles

and my collection of mustaches

in order to snoop around

undetected.

Will you please help us?

For Lassie.

[sighs] Of course.

You're using the voice again.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[gun clicks]

[gunshot]

Surprise!

I can see all your teeth,

O'Hara.

Like, all of them.

I'm sorry, I'm just

inappropriately giddy

to see you.

- Wait a minute.

It's not Monday.

Why are you here?

Carlton, you are

absolutely paranoid.

I miss you.

Really?

Okay, fine.

Truth is, I snuck out

this morning when I saw this.

[dramatic music]

Is that Conway Twitty?

This is Reese Kessler,

the monster who shot you

in cold blood six times.

They picked him up yesterday,

made a full confession,

waived his right to an attorney.

Still ironing out a few details,

but it smells like...

what?

Nothing.

I know that face.

Is this not the guy?

- I don't know.

Believe me, I wish I did.

I don't remember.

I'm working on it.

But maybe the reason

you're making that face

is because this is not

the right person.

Look, the truth is,

I didn't come down here

all the way from San Francisco

just to be a messenger.

I came down here,

because he doesn't mention

a second gun in his confession.

And I know they never found

a slug for it,

but I also know

there's a bullet missing

from the crime scene.

O'Hara, you've already been

reprimanded twice

to stay off this case.

Please stop jeopardizing

your career.

Look, I just wanna help.

- "Help"?

Great.

There you go.

That's a grocery list.

- Untrue.

There's also some errands.

There are 93 of them.

Yeah, so it shouldn't take

you that long.

Gus, we've got everything

we need right here.

Best damn tracking dog

in the history

of the Half Moon Bay

Animal Shelter.

Morrissey already

found the hand.

Now he will meticulously sniff

this entire place

and lead us directly

to the rest of the body.

Morrissey, take a sniff of this.

Huh?

[growling]

Now, watch and learn.

[panting]

[adventurous music]

♪ ♪

I probably should have left

the leash on.

Ya think?

Damn, he cleared

the horizon quickly.

You are the strongest person

I know.

[chuckles] Nah.

Yeah, and I am watching you

get stronger

every single day.

And I love you, and I don't know

what I would do without you.

[sniffles]

And I will be back on Monday

for our regularly

scheduled visit

with a completed errand list

and seven pounds

of Ghiradelli chocolate.

Okay.

Oh, and I almost forgot.

What?

I thought you might want it

so you never forget.

And I promise next time

I am here, zero police talk,

unless, of course,

you wanna talk about putting

a guard outside your door.

- Deal?

- Deal.

We've gotta be honest

with each other.

Why is Morrissey's dish here?

Whose what?

Shawn, we've been lost

for an hour.

That dog's never coming back.

[phone rings]

Babe of all babes.

I can't believe

you're in Santa Barbara.

- What?

I can explain, babe.

I was just trying to help.

- Please don't.

Just stop.

I'm here too.

I need to talk to you

about dinner.

Right, dinner.

- Cancel.

- I'm not gonna cancel.

I think we should cancel.

- No, we're not gonna cancel.

Don't be silly.

I already have something

in motion that's amazing.

Tonight's gonna be a night

we remember forever.

Um... okay.

I'm just... I'm stuck

at the airport,

and I may need

a little extra time,

so maybe we should just...

Hey, what you said is perfect.

I'll see you tonight.

I love you.

[sighs]

She was giving you an out.

She sounded really strange, Gus.

Like Lupita in "Us"?

No, well, which one?

- "Tethered."

[clicks tongue]

No, not that strange.

I just feel like I really

let her down this time.

- You're protecting Lassie.

He begged us not to tell her.

It doesn't matter, Gus.

I can't keep sneaking around

and lying like this anymore.

She's probably sitting

at the airport all misty-eyed,

wondering if I'll ever be

the truthful grown-ass

man she deserves.

What am I... Let's go home.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

This is Chief Lassiter.

Shots fired.

I'm down.

[gunshots]

I have been ambushed

and shot multiple times.

[gunshot]

- We have an officer down.

All units respond.

[gunshot]

Situation critical.

♪ ♪

They never found

the slug for it.

♪ ♪

There's a bullet missing

from the crime scene.

♪ ♪

[rustling]

♪ ♪

- I didn't see anything!

Don't shoot.

- I'm not gonna hurt you.

- I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have come back.

Look, you need

medical attention.

And I need that bullet

in your leg.

♪ ♪

[Dean Martin's "Ain't That

a Kick in the Head"]

♪ ♪

♪ How lucky can one guy be ♪

- She's later than us.

Go!

- Dude!

- Go, do it!

She'll be here any second, man.

Make it romantic.

I'll plate the dinners.

You set the mood.

♪ Ain't that a kick

in the head ♪

Ooh, next level petal-ing, Gus.

♪ She's telling me

we'll be wed ♪

Shawn, why did you

choose the menu

from "A Charlie Brown

Thanksgiving"?

Because it's the only thing

they had

at the gas station, Gus.

Come on, son.

- [phone ringtone plays]

- ♪ I'm Mr. Bootyman ♪

Don't... don't answer that.

I couldn't if I wanted to.

My phone is even worse now.

None of the buttons are working.

Well, we reap what we sow.

- ♪ I'm Mr. Bootyman ♪

[keys jingling]

- She's coming.

Okay!

I gotta get the candles.

You sneak down the fire escape.

- Cool.

Wait, fire escape?

I am really proud of how

you've handled all of this.

It was big of you to bail

on Lassiter's case,

especially with goblins

on the table.

Thank you, but I also know

that you're not sold

on the guy who confessed

to shooting Lassie.

But, babe, your neck

is way out there on this one.

Shawn Spencer, are you

the one worried about me

sniffing around

where I shouldn't be?

That's right, it feels good

to be the adult

in this relationship.

- [laughs]

- Just this once.

Yeah.

Seriously, though, please

promise me

that you'll let

the locals handle this one.

- Of course.

- Of course.

That being said,

I'm gonna take this list.

I'm gonna do all

these errands for you,

which include

"polishing Lassie's rod."

But first, I'm gonna

wrap both of us

in your favorite green Snuggie.

[gasps]

And we're gonna be in there

for a while.

It's in the big dresser

drawer with all the bedding!

Heh.

[yelps]

What are you doing?

That fire escape was steep,

Shawn.

- Come on, man.

It's been a couple of hours.

Look, I told her all afternoon

that you were gonna be gone.

Now you've turned me

into a liar again.

- You are a liar.

- Your dad's a liar.

Did you tell her about the hand?

No, because the hand

is not important,

because we're off the case.

- Now give me this damn Snuggie.

- Get your own damn Snuggie.

This is my damn Snug...

- Ow!

- [grunts]

What's that?

Nothing, hon.

Hey, babe.

It's weird.

I can't find the Snuggie.

But you know what?

We don't need that particular

Snuggie, because...

- [phone ringtone plays]

- ♪ I'm Mr. Bootyman ♪

Is that Gus' ringtone?

That is Gus' ringtone, isn't it?

He must have left his phone

here, silly black goose.

I just remembered

where the Snuggie is.

It's in the bedroom,

but it's deep.

I think there's a depth to it.

Will you go look for it?

You just wanna see who's calling

so you can decide whether

or not to pick it up.

Will you marry me?

Only if we can have toast

and jelly beans for dinner

every night.

- Deal.

This is it.

- That's where it's at.

- This is home base.

Yep.

Good God, man, turn that off.

- I'm trying.

It's Woody.

- Well, answer it.

He's got the hand.

I thought you said the hand

wasn't important.

Where did you get

a Nutri-Grain bar?

Don't worry about that, Shawn.

Mmm.

Guys, first of all, thank you

for the delicious smoked meats.

- He ate the hand?

- He didn't eat the hand.

I put some smoked meats

in with the hand.

Why would you do that?

Because it was $26

to mail the box

whether it was full or not, Gus.

I thought you of all people

could appreciate

that level of frugality.

Woody?

I have good news

and I have bad news.

The venison, scrumptious!

[chuckles]

Oh, also there was

a usable print

on one of the dead guy's

fingers.

I got a name for the victim.

Some hotshot manufacturing CEO

named Devon Tileback.

- Devon.

Okay, okay.

What's the bad news?

Shawn, the buffalo was chewy.

Tasted a little bit

like fingernails.

- That makes sense.

It was actually tofuffalo.

- Oh, tofuffalo.

Okay.

Damn it, now we've got

a real murder case

and a real victim.

Nope, no, no, no.

He wasn't murdered

or dissolved by a witch.

He committed suicide.

- Suicide?

- Yeah, about a week ago.

Jumped off a bridge

into the Santa Ynez River.

Body was never found

until now, I guess.

[clattering, baby coos]

Luka, no.

No, sweetie.

Butterfly's baby is playing

with a spleen again.

- I should go.

- Yeah, you should.

Well, this great.

There's no ghost.

It's open and shut.

We're off the hook.

No, Gus, this is bad.

The suicide, the hand

turning up behind the hospital

where Lassie's seeing ghosts...

Come on.

Jules is gonna go right back

down there

when she hears all this stuff.

We have to save her

from herself.

What does that even mean?

It means we go back

to Santa Barbara

and start lying again.

Be careful for spiders.

[stammers]

- Shawn!

- Here comes the tickler!

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[exclaiming]

[gunshot]

[whines]

Morrissey?

[whines]

No.

What have I told you

about getting up on the bed?

Down.

Off.

I can move you off me

any time I want to.

[whines]

[sighs]

Actually, that's not true,

is it?

[high-pitched whine]

You think I'm a fraud,

don't you?

You think they're gonna

retire me,

gonna be a burden to my family.

Gonna sit in the La-z-Boy

the rest of my life

yelling at the TV.

Oh, crap, that would suck.

I'm gonna level with you, dog,

just between you and I.

I don't know if I'm ever gonna

walk again.

[grunting]

What are you looking at?

[groans]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [moans]

- You see that, right?

[groans]

I mean, that guy's

really bleeding.

Come on, dog, tell me

I'm not crazy.

- Of course you're not crazy.

You're a Lassiter.

I thought I told you

to leave me alone.

I know, son, but we have

so much catching up to do.

♪ ♪

Oh, Lassie, Lassie, Lassie.

Look, we believe that you saw

something last night,

but why would a man

soaked in blood

sneak into some stables

at a recovery house?

- I know what I saw.

- Did anybody else see this?

Yes.

A dog?

Oh, my God,

Morrissey ate Dolores.

Dolores is fine.

Look, Lassie,

we're trying here, man.

We are.

But that hand, remember?

The hand that Morrissey found

belongs to

some techie CEO that

took a dive into the river.

It has nothing to do with you

or the Herschel House.

And keeping these trips secret

is proving very difficult.

Gus slept in a drawer

last night.

Full disclosure,

it's the best sleep

I've had in years.

I might even stay there

again tonight.

- Yeah, guess again.

- You'll never know.

Regardless, your only

witness is a dog,

who I'm not convinced

didn't eat a nurse.

Guys, please,

just check out the stables

and then you can tell me

I'm crazy.

- He said "please."

- He did.

Shoot.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

[phone rings]

[gasps] Selene.

Oh, hi, Juliet.

Do you know where I can file

a missing person's report?

Oh, yeah, I can do

that for you right away.

- Who's it for?

- Gus.

Gus?

Yes, he's not at work

and he hasn't answered

his phone in two days.

And I've called

from lots of phones.

- Selene, come on, it's Gus.

It's fine.

He doesn't have

a deceptive bone in his... oh.

You know what?

He left his phone at our house

when they got back

from Santa Barbara.

What?

He didn't tell me he was going

to Santa Barbara.

Neither did Shawn.

That's 'cause they were

sneaking around

on a case they didn't want me

to know about.

- And that doesn't upset you?

- No.

It makes it easier for me

to sneak around and investigate

cases they don't know about.

Juliet, there's something

or someone

he's not telling me about.

Oh, is this about the nurse?

What nurse?

Oh, no, it's nothing.

Lassiter's nurse,

she's just very sweet,

and she just seems

to really like Gus.

Super innocent.

Sorry, why would Kessler

contradict his own alibi?

Unless he was forced to.

You know what, Selene?

I am sorry, I have to go

to Santa Barbara

and get a prisoner to recant

his confession.

Gus is way into you.

Try not to spiral over nothing.

Bye!

A nurse isn't nothing.

[laid-back music]

All right,

I guess the bloody figure

would have had to come

through here.

Man, even the stables

are spotless.

- I'd even eat off this floor.

- You'd eat off any floor.

Now, why would they keep

all this medical equipment

down here?

That doesn't make any sense.

What are these?

Ice chips.

They give them to patients

during therapy

when they can't hold down

solid food.

What are you doing?

Are you eating that?

Dude, there's, like, five

different flavors in there.

- You can't do that, Shawn.

It's impolite.

Impolite?

You ate a Nutri-Grain bar

that you found in an armoire.

Exactly, it didn't belong

to anyone... oh, my gosh.

Blue raspberry.

Now you see what I'm saying.

This is like a Concord grape.

- Excuse me.

Good morning.

Are you eating

the patients' ice chips?

- I am not.

He is.

- That's not true.

- We're sorry.

We're just... we're both fans

of delicious flavor.

- We're friends of the Chief.

Carlton Lassiter.

Ah, friends of the Chief's.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- I'm Dr. Herschel.

This is my facility.

Those are my ice chips.

Oh.

I'd like to remind you,

gentlemen,

that the areas marked

"restricted" are restricted,

because they are restricted.

- That feels fair.

- Mm-hmm.

We were wondering, did you

have any unexpected visitors

late last night

who had been attacked violently

and perhaps large pools of blood

in this general area

maybe headed that way?

No, no pools of blood.

Any people living in your pipes?

Maybe speaking their own

tongue, perhaps Parsel.

I'm fairly certain we do not.

I feel like we're making

some serious strides here.

Yes.

What about one-handed patients?

Be it by birth,

industrial accident,

or voodoo.

100% of our patients have

100% of their appendages.

May I ask, gentlemen,

what is this about?

Say nothing.

Carlton may have seen a zombie.

[quacks] What are you doing?

[grunts]

It was not a zombie, sir.

It was a normal man possibly

infected with rage,

drenched in his own blood.

And, oh, did you know there are

bodies in your fields?

- [squeaks]

- Now I'm doing it.

You.

You're good.

You are very good

at extracting confessions.

Impressive.

I know that the Chief

has been seeing things

that are unexplainable.

Believe me, we are doing

everything in our power

to help him work through this

during his recovery.

We even sent for a specialist

all the way from the island

of Cuba to help,

Mr. A.V. Catalon, a renowned

homeoneurotraumatist.

Dr. Herschel, I'm going

to be honest with you.

That title sounds like you

made it up right this second.

Do you have a picture

of this alleged Dr. Catalon?

All you have to do is look

into the flap of his book.

[in British accent] What?

He wrote a book?

[both laugh]

May I be honest with you,

gentlemen?

Please, sir.

The Chief's behavior

is perfectly within

the realm of normal for someone

who has experienced

such severe trauma.

The only danger is if somebody

were to fuel his fantasies.

Am I being clear?

- Yes.

- Good.

Now, if I am ever to see

you two gentlemen again,

I hope it is in the area

marked "for visitors,"

because that's where visitors

do their visiting.

It tracks.

Good day.

Good day.

- Wait for it...

- Good, good.

- Good, good.

- Clear.

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

I like to suck on the tips.

What?

♪ ♪

- O'Hara.

- Hmm?

- There you are.

- You got it, didn't you?

Police Commissioner,

I can't believe it!

You'll come back

and visit us, right?

No, final interviews

are later today,

and I'm just one of three.

- It's an honor to be considered.

- Mm-hmm.

Oh, scratch that.

I want it, I need it,

it is mine to lose.

Yeah.

So why'd you wanna talk

to me so bad?

Ballistics is having

a little trouble identifying

this slug that

you brought in yesterday,

and I don't recall

the case it's from.

Oh, I was just crossing some Ts

in the Embarcadero Shipping

case.

- Okay.

Then, good.

- Yeah.

- And, O'Hara...

Yes, Chief?

If you're going to go

after Lassiter's shooter,

please do us the courtesy

of clocking out first

and never lie to me,

even if you think

it's for my own protection.

I'm sorry.

I thought they had

someone in custody.

- They do.

- And he confessed?

He did.

- I can explain.

- Oh, I didn't ask you to.

And I don't need to remind you

how many cold-blooded killers

get off on technicalities.

[elevator dings]

So, you're going

to Santa Barbara to see

about a prisoner, huh?

Well, I'm going to see

about a nurse.

[whimsical music]

[cat toy jingles]

Gus, is this place starting

to mess with your head?

I suddenly have the urge

to give myself a tongue bath.

- Focus, Shawn.

- Right.

Look, I don't get it.

Devon Tileback's life

was perfect.

His company just went public.

Why would he jump off a bridge?

He just started spending

his money like a boss.

He had everything left

to live for.

I don't know, Gus.

But Lassiter is spiraling

with every single

unanswered question.

We need to prove something,

even if it's not what

we wanna prove.

We've ruled out the hell hag.

Maybe we take a harder look

at Tileback.

Now what are we missing?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- That doesn't make sense.

- What?

Our guy worked from

morning till night, right?

So what's he doing driving

all the way into the hills

to the Vikings Den Ice Bar?

- An ice cream bar?

- No, no, no, ice bar.

The ones where

they give you a parka

and they have

subzero temperatures.

They're either

for tourists or Eskimos.

- He could be an Eskimo.

What?

Let's go get loaded for Lassie.

[indistinct announcement]

[door buzzes]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

You're not a public defender.

No, wait, Mr. Kessler.

I just don't want you to make

a mistake by going to jail

for a crime you did not commit.

Look, I know you've had

a lot of heartbreaks

in your life,

but you can get out of this.

I can help you.

No, you can't, okay?

They're everywhere.

They're here.

They know everything.

- Think about your wife.

- Look, you don't get it, okay?

I can't trust anyone.

I'm fully exposed in here.

Don't let anybody force you

to do this.

- Think about your child.

- Wait, wait, wait.

You have a kid, and you're

willing to go to jail

for nothing?

What the hell is wrong with you?

- The hell is this?

- Nobody.

Nobody?

- I'm your best friend.

- Best friend?

What, you brought

your best friend with you?

Look, you know what?

I'm done.

- I'm done with you guys.

- You know what?

You're right, we are done,

you ol' deadbeat D'Andre.

- No, look, wait...

- Peace out.

- What?

Kessler, wait.

- Open the door.

- We are not done.

You know what?

I may have overreacted slightly.

May...

[sneaky music]

♪ ♪

I don't like this, Shawn.

We're the only non-motorcycle

in this parking lot

and these people are

extra white,

which is never good.

Well, you'll just have

to be extra black, then.

You bet.

[dramatic music]

These mittens are

awfully restrictive,

and I'm afraid my hat

used to be a raccoon.

The fur is fake, Shawn.

What we should have done

was waited to see if

any more of those fancy brown

earmuffs became available.

Let's just get

the information we need,

drink some chilled moonshine,

and bounce out of here.

Hello.

Hi, you must be

the vodka consigliere?

What the hell is this?

What can you tell us

about Devon Tileback?

Don't talk about Devon in here.

Why not?

He owed a lot of money.

- What?

That dude was loaded.

Look, he was a good guy,

but he was starting to lose it.

Kept going on about

all of his dark secrets

being exposed.

First of all, thank you

for being so forthcoming.

- It's refreshing.

- Yeah.

What secrets do you mean?

[speaking Norwegian] Hello.

[speaking Norwegian]

Hmm?

- Ova.

This is my place.

- Both: Oh.

- Yes.

You're just the man we'd like

to speak with.

Question: Do you have

any more of

those smoky topaz-brown

earmuffs?

Those are for our VIPs,

and we're all out.

Have you ever been to Norway?

Just once

with my brother-in-law.

We don't talk about that, Shawn.

Ova, I'm going to be honest

with you.

Neither of us have heard

of this joint,

and I wasn't even aware

this mountain existed.

Well, we just opened last year.

This is my second chapter.

I used to run

a different business,

successful and rewarding

in its own way,

but life has a way

of giving you a new direction.

It does.

Can I treat you to

a favorite of mine

from back home?

Is it Oreo-flavored?

It is not.

It is cask-aged

by my family in Flekkefjord

for the last 120 years.

Not to seem ungrateful,

but do you have

anything Russian?

Gentlemen, Norwegian tradition.

First, we look

into each other's eyes...

Mm.

And we say:

[Singing in Norwegian]

- Skal!

- Cheers!

And cheers!

- Ah, kerosene.

- Uh!

[dramatic music]

Tell me, who is the bearded

Daryl Hannah over there?

- That's Per.

He's my son.

Both:

Ah.

He's also clearly

within earshot.

He's already displeased

with me and my career choices.

Perhaps we all stop

gawking at him?

- Fair enough.

Gus, we need to go.

We do, but first, I need to go.

This vodka went

right through me.

Thank you

for your hospitality, Ova.

We'll be back to wear

these coats again,

I can assure you.

Can we reserve two pair of

the extra plush

russet brown earmuffs?

Be sure to put you

on the top of the list.

♪ ♪

[zipper hisses]

[phone ringtone plays]

♪ I'm Mr. Bootyman ♪

♪ I'm Mr. Bootyman ♪

♪ I'm looking for a cutie ♪

♪ With a booty, understand ♪

♪ I'm Mr. Bootyman

I'm Mr. Bootyman ♪

- Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

[camera snaps]

What the hell?

That was not supposed to happen.

My cousin partnered

with Greg Grunberg on an app

called "Jamaica Me Alla Way."

There are some bugs,

and that's what caused me

- to photograph your...

- [yelps]

Hairless genitals over there

twice.

I will erase the photos

immediately.

- [phone whooshes]

- [gasps]

[Twitter app whistles]

Bad news, I just tweeted that.

You are one sick individual.

- [phone chiming]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, no!

Don't retweet that!

Don't retweet that!

Damn it!

You know, sometimes,

I really hate my followers.

You know what we do

with sick individuals?

You give them the space

and care they deserve?

They get what they deserve,

all right.

- What could I do?

I pulled the man's finger.

- Let's go.

Let's go!

Psst.

It was nice meeting you, Ova.

- And you.

- Let's go!

[speaks Norwegian]

Dude, what the hell happened

in there?

I will tell you

on my deathbed, Shawn.

- We go on foot.

- What?

- Run, Shawn!

[screaming]

[speaking Norwegian]

Come on!

[distant yells]

- Dude, dude!

Motorcycle.

Let's go!

- No, no, no, no, no.

I can't do it.

You can't do what,

ride a motorcycle?

In all the years I owned one,

how many times did you actually

see me ride, Gus?

I don't care.

Shawn, there's a bunch

of angry Viking bikers

coming this way now.

- No.

- Let's go.

I promised Jules I wouldn't

ride anymore,

and I gotta be honest

about something.

Dude, now is not the time to try

to suddenly live up

to your vows.

- Let's go.

- That's fair.

[motor revving]

- Make a hard right!

Hard right!

Turn right!

Turn right!

Turn right!

[speaking Norwegian]

[groans]

That wasn't a hard right, Shawn.

I tried to tell you, man!

What do you we do now?

I guess we just lay here

for a while.

Who the hell are you guys?

- Who the hell are we?

Who the hell are you?

You're Devon Tileback.

Dude, our dog found your hand.

You're supposed to be dead.

You need to stop whatever it

is you think you're doing.

You have no idea

who you're dealing with.

More people are gonna die.

Just let me stay dead.

You're ruining everything.

When you say "everything"...

[gunshot]

[thudding]

Where did that shot come from?

Play dead.

[tense music]

- Buzz frickin' McNab.

- In a suit.

It's even his size.

What's going on with the hair?

It's a douche-hawk, Shawn.

Oh, there's a piece

coming loose.

Dude, he's got my phone.

Buzz, you look big and slick.

Shawn, Gus, what are you guys

doing in Santa Barbara?

Well, I left a Frisbee signed

by a German film director

Florian Henckel

von Donnersmarck when I moved,

and I've come back

to collect it.

Gus has a new love interest

down here

who happens to be a nurse.

Not true.

- Can I have that?

- It's evidence.

It's mine.

You guys got here too quick

for us to fish it out

of the ditch.

Did you kill that guy?

Buzz, please, the man was

dead before we spoke to him.

What?

- He died a second time, Buzz.

Keep up.

- Why are you here?

- Super top secret, man.

I can't tell you or anyone

from your department

or any former members

of your department,

especially not J...

Jules?

That means she's

still working this case.

She lied to me, Gus.

She lied to me.

I'm so turned on right now,

dude.

Shawn, don't be happy

about this.

You are setting

a dangerous precedent.

Honesty is the key component

in any...

- Who's she talking to?

- This doesn't look

- like a hospital.

- Selene.

What the... dude,

we gotta get out of here.

Selene found me.

Damn it, I knew I was gonna

get caught!

- Just act natural.

- What is happening?

Buzz, you never saw us.

But this is a crime scene.

Okay, listen very closely.

- Guy in a ditch.

- Named Devon.

- Faked death.

- Owed people money.

- Got found.

- Got shot.

- Now dead.

- Case closed.

We will waive our fee

for solving this,

because you still have to

figure out who shot him.

Okay, but how am I...

Whoo-whoo.

- Nope.

- Yep.

- Nope.

- Yep.

- Move, sir, move, sir, sir.

- Do not let her in here.

This is a crime scene.

♪ ♪

What's going on here?

I'm not sure,

but if I had a guess,

a guy faked his death

and then got shot

by the people

he was hiding from.

How long have you been here?

- Ten minutes.

- Wow.

That's impressive.

- Thanks, Juliet.

It means a lot.

Hmm.

Here is the ballistics report

on the bullet

that went through Lassiter.

There was a second gun,

which means the guy

who confessed is a liar.

Don't tell anyone

how you got this.

You understand?

I'm not sure I understand

anything right now.

That's the Buzz I know and love.

How's Francie?

Oh, she's teaching yoga

to horses now.

[panting]

A cop!

[grunts]

[panting]

Nice hiding space, Shawn.

Then where do you suggest

we go, Gus?

We're in the forest

and we look like bears.

Yeah, but there's cops

everywhere.

No one is paying attention

to us, Shawn.

- No one.

- You're right, that's weird.

Juliet, if you would simply

take me to the hospital...

Selene, I am working a case

I have no business working on.

So I am super sorry,

but I would like

to respectfully request

that you shut the hell up.

- Excuse me?

- I'm sorry.

I should have said heck.

You brought a friend with you?

- It's Gus' girlfriend.

- Hi.

Oh, you're the nurse.

No!

Shawn, Selene's coming back.

- Through the car.

- Good call.

Hurry!

Careful, you're getting

footprints

all over Jules' seats.

Stop kicking everything.

You kicked everything

everywhere.

Shawn, she's coming.

There is no reason

that keeps us here right now.

Dude, there kinda is.

[heartbeat pounds]

- Shawn, she's gonna see us.

Come on.

Juliet, I'll just

get there myself.

[grunts]

[suspenseful music]

[car door slams, engine revs]

♪ ♪

I don't know what I did,

but I'm so sorry.

- Buzz.

- Mm-hmm?

I'm gonna need your car.

Keys?

- I left them in the car.

- [scoffs]

♪ ♪

Oh, man.

Dude, will you snap out of it?

- It's impossible.

- What's impossible?

I think I'm pregnant.

- What?

[clicks tongue]

When did you all start trying

to have a baby?

I don't know, Gus.

I thought we were waiting.

I assumed that we would start

with a hamster,

maybe a mini-leopard.

You know me, man.

I'm not ready for this.

You know the windows in the loft

don't even fully close, right?

I'm gonna have to replace them.

Otherwise this is

"Baby's Day Out" all over again.

Shawn, calm down, calm down.

You're spinning.

No reason to get worked up

over John Hughes' worst idea.

Are you even listening?

[phone chirping]

Lassie just texted, all caps.

He saw Wilkerson running

down the hallway.

Wilkerson?

The comatose dude

in a wheelchair?

I think Lassie's hit a new low.

We're gonna have

to deal with this.

Uh, shouldn't we be dealing

with this whole

fatherhood thing?

Yes, but later.

This Lassie thing is

the perfect reason

not to deal with

anything real at all.

How lucky is that?

And what exactly

are you thinking?

Well, it is that time.

What time?

So now Lassie's seeing

some comatose man

up and running around,

but we've got a real dead guy

on our hands.

We're concerned

we've lost him forever.

- Sh...

- Shawn!

I did not steal

your moustache collection.

What is your problem?

Well, then you misplaced it,

Pop, or you used it

as part of your bedroom play

for whatever

unfortunate jezebels

you convinced to participate

in your sick game.

Ah!

[meows]

This cat.

Look, I just want 'em back.

I need 'em back!

You better walk that tone

some place else

if you want my help.

All right, can I step in here?

Shawn is having a lot

going on right now.

Big picture life stuff.

My only concern at the moment

is that my dad is

a liar and a thief.

Do we even know if that merkin

on your face is real?

Stop!

I thought maybe,

when you got married,

you might take even

half a step toward

being an adult, but you are

regressing big time.

Oh, well, I am way further

down that road

than you can imagine being.

And this just in, I will never

steal from my child.

[laughs]

I can't wait for you to feel

what it's like

to have to deal with a mini-you.

I am counting the minutes to it.

It'll be the redemption

of my life,

watching you fail.

And all those years

you thought you were telling me

things I didn't already know.

All right.

Lassie is spiraling.

We thought we were helping him

by looking into his visions,

but now we're concerned we're

just fueling his imagination.

- Okay, guys, come on, come on.

Now, look.

Carlton is one of the best cops

I've ever known.

He survived six bullets

and a stroke.

His body may be playing

catch up,

but his mind, it's as sharp

as I've ever known it.

Come on, let's face it.

He's never had much

of an imagination, right?

So when he says this guy

Wilkerson is faking it,

maybe you should do

the crazy thing...

Believe him.

Believe him?

Gus, you know what this means.

- We have to go full...

- Dirty...

- Rotten...

- Scoundrels.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

- Afternoon, Wilkerson.

- How you doing?

- We're new here.

Name's Shawn Spencer.

This is my partner,

L'Eggo My Eggo.

- No.

- Norman Brownbutter.

Try again, Shawn.

- Dijon Hounsou?

- Accepted.

Why are you rejecting

nicknames in front

of a comatose guy?

Because I'm a pro.

Penny for your thoughts, Vic.

- Save your pennies, Dijon.

I got this.

I see it, Jack Daddy.

You play it straight, huh?

Tough guy

from the old neighborhood.

Probably didn't even cry

when Liz Berkley

got addicted to speed

in "Saved By the Bell."

But guess what.

- Even tough guys...

- Are ticklish.

[gasps] Uh-oh.

Looks like a very bad boy

is about to get attacked

by the French tickler.

- Tickle, tickle, tickle.

- [laughs]

Give it to him, Gus.

Just give it to him.

Give it to him clean, please.

- Yeah, work it.

Prepare it.

Get in there.

Take off his sock, Gus.

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

Come on, Wilkerson,

you know you can feel that.

Come on, man.

You're gonna break,

and when you do,

you can take the window

or the stairs.

♪ ♪

- Harder, Gus.

- Oh, it's about to get hard.

- Mm-hmm.

Aw, yeah.

Harder.

Harder, Gus.

- Gus, go hard!

- [grunting]

- Are you getting up in there?

- Oh, it's getting hard.

- Get up in there.

Finish it!

- I'm going hard, Shawn!

- Excuse me.

What are you two doing?

Oh, we're just visiting

Mr. Wilkerson here.

Why have you removed

his stocking feet?

Dr. Herschel,

we have reason to believe

that your Wilkerson is faking.

Yes.

- Faking?

Faking?

Yes.

This man suffers

from severe catatonia.

He has had imparity

of all bodily functions

for quite some time.

We're not even sure he's going

to recover at all,

and you're tickling his feet?

- Well, that's a regional term.

Gus prefers "playing football."

Ow.

- Ah.

[chuckles]

[laughs]

[chuckles]

At first, I thought you two

had this harmless, idiotic

Ren and Stimpy thing...

- Stimpy.

- Going.

Now, you're proving

to be dangerous.

I want you out.

Shawn, Gus, what is going on?

- Dolores, great.

I can explain.

Have you ever seen

"Dirty Rotten Scoundrels"?

Oh, we talking, like, you and I,

like a Netflix and chill

scenario?

Nurse O'Riordan, kindly

escort these two pedofetishers

off the premises and then attend

to Mr. Wilkerson

and examine his feet

for signs of violation.

Violation?

Get your hands off

that man's eyeball.

[clears throat]

There is a sign

marked "exit."

It is marked "exit"

for the purpose of exiting.

Find it, use it.

Gentlemen, my dander is rising.

[uneasy music]

I don't really know what to say,

but I guess you guys

should probably come with me.

Oh, come on, Dolores.

You don't think maybe

there's another reason

that dude just got

a dander boner?

Maybe the "Good Doctor"

isn't so good,

and we're on to him

and so is Lassiter.

On to what?

Dr. Herschel's an incredible

doctor and humanitarian,

who took on Carlton's case

at his own expense.

What does that mean,

like, for free?

- That's just bad business.

- [scoffs]

Okay, you know what?

Feel free to reach out

for updates,

but at this point,

I see no other option

than for you guys to stay away.

Good-bye.

[sultry music]

- What is that?

That's surreal.

I'm... I don't...

Shawn, we're done.

I need to get a hold of Selene

before she turns me

into a voodoo doll.

Nope.

What we need to do is get back

into that hospital

and help Lassie.

Why can we never just reach

the end of the line?

Because we're close, Gus,

and we need eyes

on Dr. Herschel.

What is that?

That is called plan B.

Arrival papers

and a security pass

for renowned touring trauma

specialist Dr. A.V. Catalon

from Cuba.

Now, he could pick

them up himself,

but I suspect he's gonna get

a phone call later...

[gasps]

Canceling his trip.

Who do we know in

the whole wide world

that could possibly

take his place?

- Who?

- Oh.

- What?

- We.

[imitates whipping noise]

[imitates sizzling]

Oh, my gosh.

This is why I needed

my mustache collection, Gus.

[coughs]

[in Cuban accent]

Hello.

My name is Amerigo Vespucci

Catalon Estevez.

- And you killed my father.

- No.

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes, you did.

- I did not.

- Prepare to die.

- It's not gonna work, Shawn.

- Are you kidding me right now?

This is a lock.

I'm virtually unrecognizable

to myself.

Somebody in here?

[acoustic Latin music]

[speaking Spanish]

I'm going into your dad's office

and I am calling the police.

I know what you're thinking:

"Does he have a plan C?"

No, he does not.

But does he have a plan D?

[in Cuban accent]

Yes.

[dramatic Latin music]

♪ ♪

Woody, the mustache is

spectacular.

From my lip to God's ears.

Thank you for coming

on such short notice.

Did you get the materials?

Do you need us to fill

you in on anything?

I studied everything about

him on the plane.

I know exactly who this guy is.

I know what makes him tick,

what excites him,

his biggest fears.

I like that very much,

but, Woody,

for our purposes here,

we should probably focus

on the type of medicine

he practices

and how he helps the patients

at this facility.

I must disagree to disagree,

Shawn.

Sure, that will come into play

down the line, yes.

But more importantly,

how does Catalon feel

about his mother

and her unriddling dominance

over him and his seven siblings?

He's an only child.

In his mind, yes,

but that's how he managed

to survive

in a world he distrusted

and the loss of the only woman

he had ever loved, Esmerelda,

hostess at the tobacco farm

where he spent

his formative summers.

Editor's note: His bicycle had

a banana seat.

- None of that is in here.

- [laughs]

Well, of course it isn't,

dear, simple Gus.

But that doesn't make it

any less true in here and here

and just a little down here.

I feel woozy.

Woody, I need you

to concentrate, man.

We need you on the inside,

and we really need this to work.

Shawn, I am calm.

I am collected.

Not since Ben Affleck in,

well, anything,

has an actor been more prepared

for a role in his life.

- You're not an actor.

- You're barely a coroner.

You planning on doing an accent?

[in Cuban accent] Yes, I am.

- Less is more.

- A lot less.

- Guys, I got this.

[clicks tongue]

Adios, hombres.

♪ ♪

Is he doing a limp?

You're doing a limp?

I got this.

♪ ♪

Buenos tardes, señorita,

or young lady.

I am Dr. Amerigo Catalon

from the island country

of Cuba reporting for work.

Dr. Catalon, wonderful.

Could you just spell that

for me?

- No.

No, I cannot.

Okay.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

You're gonna do great.

I know.

These were marked urgent

for you.

Thank you.

I will check them

after my interview.

[exhales]

♪ ♪

Welcome, Karen.

It's exciting to be nearing

the conclusion of our search.

As you know, the process

has been an exhaustive one.

- Uh... oh.

[clears throat]

Yes, and thank you

for considering me

for such... such a... lofty...

I can't believe... it's an honor

just... just really

to... to be considered.

And I never thought

that I would reach

such a lofty...

I have to go.

Excuse me?

We're making our decision today.

- Oh, I know.

Um, choose Pradhan.

She's much more cut out

for this,

and this room is ridiculous.

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

[horse whinnies]

- Woody.

- Oh!

- What do you got for us?

Did you see Lassie?

- I got all his pills.

- Great job, man.

You were born to do

undercover work.

- I am deep in, guys.

- That's great.

Woody, can you hand us

the pills, please?

We don't wanna get caught

in here.

- Sure.

[chuckles]

Okay, I just want to point out

that you guys requested

that I take Lassiter's pills.

See, I thought you wanted me

to be the guinea pig on this,

but now I understand your way

is a much better plan.

And the good news is,

they're time-release pills,

and I have one painfully lodged

in my throat,

but watch the problem solver

at work solving the problem.

[gagging and wheezing]

- [coughs]

- Come on, man.

[gasps]

Do you have a surgical glove

by chance?

Forty-three pairs... they also

come in wine and burnt pumpkin.

I'm a hoarder.

[groans]

Okay, first of all,

that's a Chiclet.

Wait, there's more.

[grunts]

What the...

Someone did not want us

to find this.

Bandages, stitches...

[sniffs]

Peroxide.

Dude, this is all

for an emergency patch job.

Somebody was coming here

for help on the down low

from a doctor.

Okay, great.

So which doctor was on duty

the night Lassie saw

the bloody guy?

- We were here that day.

Dr. Herschel.

[ominous music]

Guys, I could get

in huge trouble for this.

Dolores, all the pieces

are falling into place,

so Lassie could be

the next victim.

I cannot believe Dr. Herschel

could be a villain.

Really?

It's not like

he emanates warmth.

Okay, look, I will sneak

you in to protect Carlton,

but you cannot leave this room.

Of course, thank you, Dolores.

You're the best.

- Ice chips.

- Funyuns.

- You can get 'em both.

- Me?

Why do I have to risk

sneaking around?

- Jackal says what?

- What?

[smacks lips]

Man.

[stealthy music]

♪ ♪

Hey, Lass.

Quick ask, you know,

between two gentlemen.

When you first found out

that Marlowe was "with child,"

would you say that you were

overcome with joy

or was it more like

panic and confusion

and, um, a lack of oxygen?

Asking for a friend.

Eh.

Guster.

- Henry?

What are you doing here?

I need to see Shawn,

but first, you're gonna tell me

why he was having an extra

sensitive cow earlier.

- Something is going on.

- Oh.

- I know my son.

- No, mm-mm.

- Guster.

- Mm-mm.

Spit!

- Fine.

I'ma tell you one time.

Shawn, Juliet...

- "Eliminate hippies."

[chuckles]

Gus, don't you come in here

without those blue ice chips.

I'm gonna make you feed me

like a Jamaican baby bird.

What are you doing here?

And why are you looking

at me like that?

I think I might have crossed

a line back at the office.

I saw something

that I'd never seen.

I think I hurt you.

- No.

No, you didn't hurt me.

Maybe just a little.

- That's not possible.

I'm impervious.

Shawn, look.

Being a dad, it isn't easy.

Is this your version

of an apology?

Shawn, would you let me finish?

It isn't easy, but it may be

the best thing a man can do

in his entire lifetime.

Look, what I'm just trying

to say is

that if you're so lucky,

you'll see the day

that your kid is born.

No... whenever that happens.

Your heart, it goes from being

inside your chest

to outside your body

to this other being

it attaches itself to,

who now owns it.

And it swings around

like a frickin' tether ball.

Boom.

[chuckles]

You never get it back

and that's the torture.

And I recommend it highly.

[tender music]

♪ ♪

Yeah, well, I don't know

if it's recommended for me.

All due respect, Dad,

I'm not like you.

- No.

Oh, no, you're not.

♪ ♪

And that's why you'll be

better than me.

♪ ♪

This is weird and uncomfortable.

- Yeah, weird.

How can I help?

Well, I'm supposed to finish

this list of errands for Lassie.

There are 93 items

and I'm on number two.

Who the hell writes this small?

- Uh... that is really small.

Let me show you something.

You can use the camera.

You click that and then pinch.

[clicks tongue]

zhoop.

- Ooh.

- Magnification.

That is sweet Daddy blue eyes.

[chuckles]

Wait.

What is that indentation?

"Silent partner."

Dad, he wrote "silent partner,"

and that's the date

of the shooting.

That's why he went

to the warehouse,

to meet with the victim.

Do you think

you could get this...

- Analyzed?

- Yeah.

- I'll be back in two hours.

- Great.

We'll stay here and watch

Lassie, like real men.

- I got greedy, Shawn.

I took everything.

I sure hope none of

these patients get dry mouth.

- My God.

Is that a bundt cake?

The nurse's lounge

was unlocked too.

- Did you bring forks?

- Come on, son.

And we're back.

- Thanks, Dad.

[sighs]

Sweet.

That looks unusually moist.

- Ow.

- That's yours.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[snoring]

[all snoring]

[distant gurgling

and spluttering]

Gus, goo-gooing

in your sleep again.

Knock it off.

[gurgling and spluttering

continues]

♪ ♪

[gurgling]

What the...

[gurgling]

[toy squeaking]

[gurgling]

Mary?

What?

What the hell are

you doing here, man?

- I'm a baby, Shawn.

It's glorious.

I just finished teething.

Hey, have you

ever been swaddled?

It's like a joyful

mummification.

[gasps]

- What is that?

Why are you doing that?

Hey, could you do a quick pivot

and get me out of this diaper?

Because I just filled it,

and I am a little uncomfortable

with how right that felt to do.

- Okay.

Okay.

I see what's going on here.

I got news for everybody.

I don't know how to change

a diaper, okay?

I'm not ready for you.

I don't care what my dad says.

- [toy squeaks]

- And what does that mean?

Let's talk about that.

Let's unpack that.

What it means is that

I get why you're here,

but the only thing I know

about fatherhood is

what I learned from all eight

episodes of "Manimal."

What I need to know is,

where do you land

on the whole

nurture versus nature thing?

I.e. might you offer up

your teat?

I absolutely will not.

- [groans]

How 'bout a lullaby, then?

Something in G major maybe,

if it suits you, sir.

All right, but if I sing to you,

will you go to sleep,

you strange little baby-man?

That's the idea.

- ♪ So, kid ♪

- ♪ May I please ♪

♪ No, you can't

have this teat ♪

♪ Such a tease ♪

- ♪ So, kid ♪

- ♪ Just a squeeze ♪

♪ It's just a figure

of speech ♪

♪ Would you please go to sleep ♪

♪ How can I fall asleep? ♪

♪ When I can't have this teat ♪

♪ But you can't have

this teat ♪

[snores]

[shushes]

- Shawn.

- [shushes]

Who are you gently

and sweetly singing with?

- Gus!

Oh, you look beautiful.

I'd hug ya,

but my nappy's packed

and I could spit up

at any second.

Do you wanna hear

something funny?

Gus can totally change a diaper.

You must be

out of your damn mind.

My point is simply

that you have been ready

for fatherhood your whole life.

You dated a woman with a kid.

You accidentally abducted

some other kid.

All you have to do is copy

what your dad did with you,

because look how you turned out.

- [scoffs]

- [spits]

That was really sweet, you guys,

in a extremely convoluted way,

but two questions.

One, is there a ladybug

looking over my shoulder?

And two, is there anything else

that you could please

put me in,

so I'm not bouncing here

in my own poop cage?

I don't want to belabor

the point,

but it is getting sloppy.

Whoo!

Have you guys ever seen blue?

Aww.

Gus, are you seeing

what I'm seeing?

- Wilkerson?

We got jackaled.

[suspenseful music]

Now, that would be huge

if I wasn't dreaming.

Mary, let me ask you... Mary?

♪ ♪

[exhales]

Oh.

[groaning]

- Gus, what is this?

Why are we doing this?

He's resisting, Shawn!

- Get off of me!

- Are you sure?

It seems a bit one-sided.

He's a merman!

He's a merman, Shawn with gills!

I can't hold him down

on account of his slippery,

scaly epidermis!

What is wrong with you two?

Excuse me, sir.

Are you or are you not a merman?

No, I'm not a frickin' merman!

- Gus.

Gus!

No gills.

[both panting]

So let me get this straight.

You've just been pretending

this whole time?

No, not the whole time.

I mean, I still have

some numbness on my right side,

but I can get around, obviously.

And you can't tickle for crap.

- Why are you doing this?

Is this an insurance thing?

And is that a cactus

growing out of your head?

No and no

and stop touching my scar, man.

- I gotta wake up.

Wake up, Gus.

- Gus.

- Wake up, come on.

- Gus, Gus, Gus!

- What?

We're not sleeping, dude.

I think baby Mary

was a hallucination.

I'm pretty sure Wilkerson's

the real deal,

but we're tripping on something.

No, not something, psychotropes.

You suddenly feel like

you wanna confess something?

Yeah.

I used to have a major thing

for Jewel,

even after the Civil War movie

and the Bollywood song.

I mean, the tooth

and the van story,

she could yodel...

Somehow they're getting them

into the patients' meds.

I stopped taking mine,

but it didn't help.

[crunching]

Carlton may have seen a zombie.

[quacks]

Did you know there are bodies

in your fields?

Oh, gosh, it's the ice chips.

- What?

- Oh, that's just diabolical.

They know everything.

That's how they get you.

Hey, look, if they find out

that I'm still lucid,

I'm a dead man walking, okay?

I have money.

I can pay you guys.

But please don't give me up,

not after what they did

to my best friend.

- Devon Tileback?

- Yes, how'd you know that?

- We didn't.

- Until now.

You're the silent partner.

Tell us everything you know

and your truth

will be safe in the vault

of secrets.

Um, we had an IPO coming up

and, um, we were cooking

the books that the company...

- No!

- It was Tileback's idea.

- Shame.

- I just... I went along with it.

The lying was killing me.

I was having panic attacks.

And the next thing you know

I'm recovering here

from a stroke.

And apparently

I spilled everything

to Herschel during therapy,

because a few days later,

a guy shows up

at our office saying

he knows everything.

And he offers to keep

his mouth shut for a price.

A steep price.

Tileback played along

for a little while,

but once the IPO was announced,

they wanted to bleed us dry.

Tileback tried

to secretly meet up

with Chief Lassiter,

and they shot the Chief.

They tracked Tileback down

and they cut off his hand

as a warning.

He tried to disappear,

but they found him

and then they killed him.

- Who is "they"?

- I don't know, I don't know.

They have someone working

on the outside,

doing all their dirty work

so that they can't be connected

to the recovery house.

Devon was so scared

and now he's dead.

And I will be too

if they ever see me walking.

Then why are you packing up

your stuff and leaving?

Because obviously, it's not safe

for me here either.

Hey, hey, hey.

Your secret is safe

in the vault of secrets.

Redundant.

From one jackal to another,

sit tight until we figure out

who's on the outside,

because that's the guy

who shot the chief of police.

[indistinct voice]

- It's Herschel and his twin.

- What?

There's one guy standing

over there, Gus.

How many of those ice chips

did you eat?

I just ate the last one.

You kept eating them

after we knew

they were laced

with hallucinogens?

- I can't help it, Shawn.

I run island hot.

- Ha!

Dr. Hersch... Woody!

- Well, hey, guys.

How are we doing?

What are you two

still doing here?

I get to cover the night rounds

for Dr. Herschel.

Dr. Herschel's gone?

Tell me that isn't the guy

I was supposed to be watching.

You know, not to pile

on the criticisms, Woody,

but we're actually trying

to close up this case quietly,

which means keeping

the evidence hidden

until we know who

the outside triggerman is.

- This is new stuff.

- What?

Yeah, I went looking

for that Chiclet I coughed up...

You know, five day rule

and all...

I saw that we missed

some of the hidden bandages.

Wait a minute.

Is this a smoky topaz-brown

earmuff or am I imagining it?

I don't know anybody who

would wear a bloody earmuff.

Gus, I know where

the outside man is.

Shawn, will you get

your hand off my knee?

[crunches]

Gus, for the last time.

Someone from this ice bar

went to the Herschel House

covered in blood

and got stitched up

mob doctor style.

Our highly skilled tracking dog,

along for the assist

with this earmuff,

is going to lead us

right to them.

Shawn, we've done

this routine before.

Do you not know the definition

of insanity?

Gus, please, I'm going to leave

the leash on this time.

- So?

- Morrissey, smell this muff.

[growls and chews]

Ow.

Good news, bad news.

What's the bad news?

He ate the earmuff.

What's the good news?

He clearly took on the scent,

Gus, body and soul,

and he will now lead us

to the owner of said muff.

Come on, son.

[barking]

I'll be damned.

- You're almost in, man.

Come on, come on.

[groans]

- What?

- Ah!

It took four minutes for you

to get inside that window.

Juliet Spencer O'Hara.

Shawn, I have never been

more angry with you.

- You can't be angry.

- Why?

Your blood pressure, obviously.

- What?

My blood pressure is fine.

What are you doing here?

We are trying to solve this case

so that you don't get busted.

We have evidence that the guy

Lassie thought he imagined

is actually real,

came from this place,

and is a VIP.

More importantly,

what are you doing here?

You shouldn't be alone.

I'm not alone.

I wasn't gonna let her

come here alone.

And where's this evidence?

- Currently?

Morrissey's stomach.

Or in his intestines.

By the way, it could come

back up at any time.

What's your lead?

Final bullet that shot Lassiter.

I found it.

And I found the gun

with the information

she didn't directly give to me.

- Nice, babe.

I'm proud of you.

Now, is there anything else

you'd like to say to me?

- Yes.

- Wait.

[fake sobs]

All right, I'm ready.

The slug was traced to

a rare Norwegian-made pistol

registered to Ova Asblorn.

- No, not that.

- Ova?

The bar owner?

[laughs]

No, no.

He's just a sweet retiree

enjoying the second chapter

of his life,

owning a mountaintop

watering hole.

We're talking about Ova Asblorn?

- Yes.

- The Butcher of Bodo?

The Butcher of what?

- No, Bodo, Bodo.

Purse your lips.

That's a dope nickname.

Unless he's an actual butcher.

Then it's a little on the nose.

No, Ova's a gunrunner,

a drug dealer, an extortionist,

ran a major crime syndicate

in Norway.

At least, before he almost died.

I used to run

a different business.

Please stop touching my scar.

- Oh, my gooshen, Gus.

Ova had a stroke.

He was a patient

in the Herschel House.

He's the outside man

and Lassiter's shooter.

Which means Dr. Herschel's

on the inside

digging out the dirty secrets

of his rich-ass patients.

Feeding them to Ova

on the outside

to shake down the victims.

Nobody ever put those two

together until now.

And we just figured out

the final piece.

- Nasty dance.

Wood on wood.

Nasty dance.

[barking]

- Guys.

- Morrissey?

Uh-oh.

[menacing music]

♪ ♪

I guess it's not Ova.

- It's Ova.

- Yeah, but it's not "ova."

Shawn, it's Ova.

Gus, this is

nowhere near "ova."

- It's Ova right there, Shawn.

- Guys.

[howling]

[barking]

Well...

That dog doesn't care

about anything.

[bangs]

Okay, we gotta get out of here.

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

Oh, come on, dude.

Did you just put

on a dead man's earmuffs?

He can have them back

whenever he wants them back,

Shawn.

Got him.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Per... Pern... Per...

- What am I looking for?

- [purrs]

I have to roll the R like that?

Yes.

- [exaggerated trill]

Per, listen to me, man.

- I see it.

- That's Per. He's my son.

He's already displeased

with me and my career choices.

Your dad, sweet old Ova, right?

He suddenly has a stroke

and then boom,

he wants to go down

the straight and narrow, huh?

He wants to turn over

a new leaf and he gives up

the family business.

[speaks Norwegian]

- What?

- What are you saying?

I waited my whole life

for my moment.

Right, fathers,

they disappoint us, man.

That's what they do, trust me.

I know.

Sometimes, in very rare cases,

the hospitals

that care for them use

their secrets

to blackmail their families,

right?

Well, they tried,

but I changed the deal,

made myself a partner.

[speaking Norwegian]

No, you're going

into Norwegian again, man.

We don't have the...

Your friend Lassiter,

he got too close.

I didn't think he'd make it

after I shot him.

[speaks Norwegian]

- Chief, help me out here.

What is he saying?

How should I know?

Aren't you Swedish or something?

No.

- Then did he see my face?

Did he remember anything?

Well, there was only one way

to find out.

Get him into the right recovery

home and watch him.

- Gus?

[gasps]

What are you guys doing

back here?

How many of you are there?

- Selene?

- Gus?

I went to the hospital.

I saw her, your nurse.

- What?

- Yeah.

You know, I don't hate her.

She's kind, pretty.

I mean, I really wish

she wasn't your choice...

- She's not my choice.

- No, just stay here!

- Stay here!

- Stop, stop, all of you!

There's only one way this ends,

so let's just get on with it.

- She dies first.

- Oh, no, you won't!

Shawn, step back!

You will not shoot my wife.

She's pregnant.

- What?

- Jules, I know and I'm ready.

That's a lie.

I'm not ready.

I'm not even sort of ready,

but I mean, I figure

once the whole two-year

gestation period

plays itself out... I mean,

how far along are we?

Shawn.

I'm just trying to figure out

how much time we have.

I have.

We're not talking hours, right?

Like, nothing's gonna break

and start cascading, right?

Nothing like... [panting]

Shawn, if this some sort

of weird distraction move,

stop it.

Step out of the open!

I'm not gonna let you shoot

Shules' baby either.

What's a Shules?

You people are making

my head hurt.

Shawn, step out of the open

or I will shoot you myself.

I am not pregnant.

Can you two figure this out

in your own time?

Sweetheart, I get it,

you wanted to tell me yourself,

but I saw the pregnancy test

in your car.

- What?

- Excuse me.

Um, may I speak to my friends,

please?

Well, by all means.

Gus, I couldn't find you

for two days.

You went radio silent on me,

and I wanted to see

how you really felt about us

before I told you.

Told me what?

The pregnancy test is mine.

[gasps] Praise be.

[gasps]

Me.

[thuds]

- [grunts]

- [groaning]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

I know you hate

the late night routine,

Carlton, but bottoms up.

Hey, I don't recognize

any of these pills.

Hmm?

Oh, that's 'cause those ones

are different.

Those are designed to make

you go to sleep forever.

And if you don't take them,

then I will just throw a shot

of this into your drip

and Bob will still be

your uncle, I'm afraid.

Go for it.

Oh, have it your way, Carlton.

That gorgeous black friend

of yours

and his sidekick are not

gonna make it back.

They were easy to manipulate.

Truth be told, I like you,

Carlton.

You got soft lips

and a chest full of hair

plentiful enough to wig

all of Destiny's Child,

so trust me when I say

this is the last thing

I wanted to do today.

How can you be mixed up

with something like this?

Mixed up?

Oh, right, this couldn't

possibly be my idea, right?

I mean, as a woman, I must have

been compromised

or forced to participate, right?

This was all my idea.

All my baby.

And that Boy Scout Herschel

couldn't be more oblivious.

And all you had to do

was lie there

and eat those ice chips, but no,

you and the get-along gang

just could not leave

well enough alone.

[tense music]

[exhales]

[gloves snap]

Open your eyes, Carlton.

You're not going anywhere.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have

to put my foot down.

I think I'm done.

I'm no good to anyone like this.

Can't think straight.

I can't walk.

I'm just so tired, Pop.

Aw, is it your daddy?

Is he back?

Well, you tell him

you're gonna see him very soon.

- So tired.

- Think about Marlowe.

Think about Lily.

They need you.

Like I needed you?

I am so sorry

that I wasn't with you,

but I promise I didn't miss

a single thing.

The day you caught

your first fish...

When you hit your first

and only home run,

it was a foul ball.

I know.

Well, I wasn't going

to tell anyone.

- I was dead.

- [laughs]

I'm so proud of you, Carlton.

You said you were gonna be fine.

You said Lassiters tough it out.

I never got to say good-bye.

Yeah.

It was supposed to be

a routine bypass.

It was a blood clot.

But you, you have a choice.

You are not done yet.

What if I don't get better?

How am I supposed to teach Lily

how to fly fish

with just one working hand?

You will get better,

so live for us both.

Be the husband and father

that I didn't get to be.

You gotta fight, Carlton.

Fight for your family.

Fight for your queen.

Just so tired, Pop.

Just let me sleep

for ten minutes.

Oh, that's it.

Sweet, sweet surrender.

It's all gonna be over soon.

Carlton, get up.

Don't give up, Carlton.

Open your eyes.

[solemn music]

[shushes]

Good-bye, Carlton.

[gun clicks]

[gasps]

[gunshot cracks]

That's my boy.

How did you get that gun

in here?

He actually has three.

One in the chair,

one in the fireplace,

and one right up his chute,

a little John Dilly.

Dad, I got this.

And I forgive you.

I'm sorry.

I just miss you so much,

and I'm damn proud

to be a Lassiter.

You have the right

to remain silent.

[indistinct radio chatter]

He can go by Danger,

he can go by Shaft,

He can go by Shafty,

he can go by De'Shaft.

That's God's comma.

Yes, it does... has

the God comma in it.

- Excuse me, Shawn.

- Yes?

Can I talk to my baby's daddy?

- Of course.

- Thank you.

- Come on, son.

- Come on, son.

How are you feeling,

my little chocolate chippy-chip?

Oh, I'm fine.

You know I didn't really

faint before.

I was just resting my legs.

- Yes, rest those legs.

- Mm-hmm.

Now listen.

I know all of this happened

very fast.

Yes.

So, Burton Guster...

- Will you...

- Oh, timeout.

Uh, Selene, I think

you've flipped-flopped

the situation here.

- Shawn.

- You're ruining everything.

This is exactly how

I imagined it would go.

I'm gonna be a godmother.

- Chief.

- Hmm?

She's my best friend.

[shushes]

So, Burton Guster,

will you make me

the happiest woman

on this planet,

on Ares and Pluto...

- And Pluto?

- And marry me?

Yes, I will do that.

[both squealing]

- Now...

- Ooh.

Selene, will you marry me

and protect me from spiders

and polar bears and...

agree to live next door

to Shawn and Jules

and have connecting pools

in our backyards

and a lazy river running

through our living rooms?

- Oh, that's a ton to unpack.

- It is.

- You know what?

Yes, I will!

- Yes!

- What?

- Yes!

[laughter]

Aww, ooh, yeah.

[both squeal]

[both moaning]

Sure you're not upset

about the whole no kid thing?

- What?

Oh, not even a little.

- Oh, I love you.

- Oh, yeah.

- You're my person.

- Yeah.

Mwah.

Now, we just have one tiny,

little detail to iron out.

- What's that?

- I'm still married.

- What?

- Don't worry about it.

- We'll figure it out.

- What?

[squeals]

[cheering]

[upbeat music]

How's it feel?

Blessed be the fruit, huh?

♪ ♪

all: Yay, yay, yay, yay!

You guys, uh...

You guys go ahead.

I'm gonna stay behind.

Wait, here?

Yes.

I spoke to Butterfly.

She just wants me

to live my best life.

Also, she hates me.

I think this is where

I'm meant to be.

From now on,

I will be Dr. Catalon,

and you two are sworn

to keep my secret.

- Excuse me, Dr. Catalon.

- Oh!

I'm sorry to say

I'm a bit flummoxed.

There appears to be someone

here claiming to be you.

Oh, really?

[chuckles]

Gentlemen, the door.

Carlton, that is what

they call a collar's collar.

And I knew the second

they admitted you to

this beautiful facility

that, someday,

you'd find a way to discharge

your weapon inside.

Thank you, both of you.

- What for?

- How much time you got, Henry?

So, are you ready

to see Marlowe?

The question is,

is she ready to see me?

Oh, I think she's ready

to see you.

Oh, O'Hara, I made her go away.

I know you did.

I couldn't stand the thought

of her seeing me like this

one more day stuck in that bed

and stuck in this chair.

That woman's the greatest thing

that's ever happened to me.

- Agree.

- To agree.

[hopeful music]

♪ ♪

Hello, my love.

- Stop.

Please.

♪ ♪

I-I'm sorry.

Did I...?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[inspiring music]

♪ ♪

[shaky exhale]

♪ ♪

[sniffles]

♪ ♪

- Hi.

- Hi.

♪ ♪

I just wanted

to look my wife in the eye

when I said,

"Let's go home."

[gasps]

[laughs]

♪ ♪

I love you so much, baby.

- I love you.

I love you.

[tender music]

♪ ♪

Bye, Pop.

♪ ♪

[devious music]

- There he goes!

- Hey, hey!

- Hey, wait up!

- Sir... sir, stop!

♪ ♪

[whimsical music]

♪ In Paris, they are free ♪

♪ In Stockholm, they roam ♪

♪ In Denmark, they wear

little clogs on their paws ♪

♪ They have no fear of death ♪

♪ They don't steal

children's breath ♪

♪ That's a rumor

concocted by dogs ♪

♪ Ah, the cats, the cats,

the cats ♪

♪ Round and round they go ♪

♪ Call them gato or chat ♪

♪ Tell you I will not ♪

♪ I will not throw away

mon chat ♪