Transcript: Psych 3x10 Six Feet Under the Sea
1987
EXT. AQUARIUM, ENTRANCE, DAY
Grade school children are exiting a school bus and heading for the entrance. A teacher is checking them off a list on a clipboard.
TEACHER:
34, 35. Okay, that's everybody. Okay, first stop is the touch pool. Let's line up at the dolphin gate. Oh, stay with your buddy. Make sure you watch your step as you enter the aquarium. (follows children)
With the teacher gone, GUS and SHAWN peer out a bus window.
SHAWN:
We did it, Gus. A year of planning's finally paid off.
GUS:
Don't you think we should wait until they get a little further away?
SHAWN:
No, we have to move now. We've got ten minutes to find a dolphin, feed it, then ride it. Plus, my dad being sick and not being able to chaperone, the fates are with us. It's the perfect storm.
They exit the bus.
GUS:
I don't want to miss the otters.
SHAWN:
No, we won't. Um, you brought your dad's camera, right?
HENRY confronts them as they turn around the front of the bus.
SHAWN:
You're not sick.
HENRY:
And you're not very thorough.
SHAWN:
How did you know?
HENRY:
Oh, maybe it's that snorkel hanging out of your backpack. What kind of undercover operation are you running here, kid? Plus... you left this behind.
HENRY pulls out a map of the aquarium grounds with SHAWN’S plan drawn on it. SHAWN makes a grab for it but HENRY pulls it out of his reach.
HENRY:
If you're gonna take time to create a deception, do it better.
SHAWN:
(takes map) Wait. Dad, I’m confused. You want me to lie to you?
HENRY:
(bends down) No. I want you to make it more of a challenge for me to catch you. Because I always will.
PRESENT DAY
EXT. PARKING LOT, DAY
GUS and SHAWN get out of the car. GUS is dressed in a somber suit and SHAWN is in his normal attire.
SHAWN:
Wait a minute. Something's wrong.
GUS:
What do you mean?
SHAWN:
I mean, this doesn't add up, Gus. (scoffs) There's not really a burglary ring at a gentlemen's finishing school, is there?
They start walking along the sidewalk.
GUS:
I’m sorry, Shawn. I made up a thing about the case. I need you to come down here to do me a favor.
SHAWN:
Well, you know what, this was a bad time. My dad just got a new fishing boat and insists on taking me out to kill innocent fish, and I can only avoid so many things at the same time. (notices the look on GUS’ face) All right, what is it? (stops in front of him)
GUS:
It's a funeral.
SHAWN:
No. Absolutely not. You know I hate funerals. They're depressing. There's organ music, and six times out of ten, there's a snake in the casket.
GUS:
We'll just go really quick. I need someone to support me.
SHAWN:
All right. Who's it for?
GUS doesn’t answer but continues walking.
INT. TENT-COVERED FUNERAL, DAY
SHAWN and GUS approach the tent. We see that it is for someone at the aquarium. There are mourners seated in rows and the casket is open.
SHAWN:
Would you please just tell me who died? I don't like all this secrecy, Gus. And what's with the aquatic theme? All this ocean society stuff? Did Jack Custo die?
GUS:
Jacques Cousteau died in 1995.
SHAWN:
Well, I don't think these people got the memo.
They sit down. SHAWN looks around for clues.
SHAWN:
Come on. Who died? Who was it? One of those guys? The boat guys? Huh? Was there some kind of accident?
GUS shushes him.
SHAWN:
Dude, I got it. It's the guy with the horn-rimmed glasses. (chuckles) If there was ever somebody with one foot in the grave...
The man in question leans forward in his seat on GUS’ other side.
SHAWN:
Sorry. You know, the camera adds ten years.
GUS:
It's ten pounds.
SHAWN:
Shh. Just shh.
SHAWN notices all the pictures have a common denominator.
SHAWN:
Wait a minute. Is this a funeral for a sea lion?
GUS:
Yes. Yes, it is. And don't start, Shawn. Shabby's more than just a sea lion. He's a local hero and a heart-warming story.
SHAWN:
I can't believe you made me put on a dress shirt for something with flippers.
A MAN begins the eulogy.
MAN:
The ocean is a little smaller today with the loss of this inspirational guy.
SHAWN:
Is that Randy LaBayda? Dude, they got Randy LaBayda from Animal Planet.
GUS:
Shhh!
LaBAYDA:
If sea creatures could cry, their tears would cause their tears would cause the water level of all the oceans of the world to rise an alarming 21/2 inches. But Shabby would want us to rejoice. I was the last person to see him alive. And some people think I’m crazy to believe this, but as he returned to his home, Sweet Mother Ocean, I thought I actually saw him... wink at me.
SHAWN:
Just how famous was this sea lion?
GUS:
He's the big local story of the year. He was rescued by the aquarium people, Shawn. Remember? Floating on that loose raft? Then he died tragically after being released out into the wild.
LaBAYDA:
Come and grieve. (moves the flowers from in front of the coffin)
GUS:
It's a poignant story, and I need you to support me in my time of need.
GUS stands with other mourners to pay his respects.
SHAWN:
You have got to be kidding me. This is an open casket?
SHAWN stands behind GUS in the line at the casket.
GUS:
Shabby. (touches the sea lion) You almost made it. But you touched our hearts. And our souls. Be free swimming in the ocean of heaven where there are no natural predators.
SHAWN:
Good speech. (nudges GUS to move)
GUS:
Your turn.
SHAWN:
Are you kidding me? (clears throat) Shabby, buddy, you lived a full life, I guess. Uh, you probably balanced a beach ball on your nose at some point. Maybe honked a horn with your mouth. Barked the melody of “Grand Old Flag”. Clearly, you... ate very well. (notices a wound) Oh, no.
GUS:
“Oh, no” what?
SHAWN:
I think this sea lion was murdered.
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PSYCH
“Six Feet Under the Sea”
By
Steve Franks
STARRING:
James Roday
Dulé Hill
Timothy Omundson
Maggie Lawson
Kirsten Nelson
And
Corbin Bernsen
DIRECTOR
Steve Franks
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INT. TENT-COVERED FUNERAL, DAY
SHAWN and GUS go back to their seats.
GUS:
Why do you hate me?
SHAWN:
I don't hate you. I am telling you. There's something unnatural going on here. We should go back to the aquarium and check out Shabby's cage or something.
GUS:
He wasn't in an exhibit. He was in the ocean. He was released back into the wild three days ago.
A young WOMAN comes up behind them.
WOMAN:
Gentlemen, I’m gonna need to see you for a moment. (walks off)
They follow the WOMAN.
GUS:
Great. Now you got me kicked out of a funeral. Nice. Just add it to the list. Kicked out of Petsmart, kicked out of Santa’s village, kicked out of the Salvation Army...
SHAWN:
Dishonorably discharged.
EXT. PARK, DAY
SHAWN and GUS are walking along the path with the WOMAN.
WOMAN:
Now what do you mean...
GUS:
I apologize. He's angry because I tricked him into coming. I’m a conservationist. I’m an annual pass holder at the aquarium. I’m a registered aqua-blogger with topic-starting privileges and level three thread management on the sea lion message boards.
WOMAN:
I want to know what you mean, "he was murdered. "
SHAWN:
I’m a psychic. I work with the SBPD. I also make my own saltwater taffy. Wait... Wait a minute. What? Why do you ask that?
WOMAN:
Because I have seen some suspicious things at that aquarium.
They watch as a man in a trench coat walks past.
WOMAN:
We can't talk here. Is there somewhere we can meet?
SHAWN:
Yes.
INT. PSYCH, DAY
GUS is dusting when SHAWN enters.
SHAWN:
Dude, what are you doing?
GUS:
Cleaning up.
SHAWN:
But why?
GUS:
This place is a mess, and it's not all the time that we have an attractive conservationist come by the office. Oh, and by the way, I call her.
SHAWN:
(takes off jacket) What do you mean, you call her? You can't call a person.
GUS:
Why not?
SHAWN:
Because I already called her at the funeral.
GUS:
You did not.
SHAWN:
She touched me, Gus.
GUS:
That's because you bumped into her.
SHAWN:
Doesn't matter. Contact is contact. It's the rule, buddy.
GUS:
(walks over and faces SHAWN) You know what? Get ready for battle.
SHAWN:
“Get ready for battle”? Come on.
GUS:
Yup.
SHAWN:
This is ridiculous. We can't go to battle over a girl we don't know. I’ll back off.
GUS:
You'll back off? Why?
SHAWN:
Because this is silly. Look, you do your thing, you work it, and I’ll stay out of the way.
GUS:
(points with duster) You think I can't get a girl on my own. Fine! I’ll back off.
SHAWN:
I already backed off.
GUS:
Too bad.
The WOMAN enters the office.
WOMAN:
Backed off what?
Later, the WOMAN is sitting in one of the chairs drinking coffee from a mug. SHAWN and GUS are sitting close to her.
WOMAN:
Well, I was in charge of Shabby’s rehabilitation, and a lot of unexplained things happened. First of all, they moved up the date of his release by six days.
GUS:
(takes her hand in his) And why did they do that?
WOMAN:
(pulls hand free) Well, um... Randy LaBayda.
SHAWN:
Randy LaBayda? From the funeral? And... And Pacific Ocean Aqua Patrol, yeah. (sits on the arm of her chair) I used to watch that show after wrestling practice in high school. I was the captain.
WOMAN:
(giggles) Yeah. Um, the aquarium did a personal appearance deal with him a couple months ago. Put him on the ads. Built a Randy LaBayda manta ray tank.
GUS:
What?
WOMAN:
And someone wanted him to be the one to release Shabby.
GUS:
And you didn't want that to happen?
WOMAN:
Well, no. It was too soon.
SHAWN:
Of course.
WOMAN:
LaBayda shanghaied the whole thing. It was supposed to be a quiet release with a local photographer. I got to the dock, the photographer had been canceled, and I wasn't even allowed on the boat. No aquarium staff whatsoever. And I never got to see him again.
SHAWN:
(puts an arm around her shoulder) That is so awful.
GUS slaps SHAWN’S hand and he stands up with a groan.
GUS:
(stands) So, uh... what happened out on the boat?
WOMAN:
No one knows. Everyone got back late, and a little upset. Then they locked up the ship's log in LaBayda's office at the aquarium.
SHAWN:
April, we're going to need to get into that office, so that I can feel things.
APRIL:
(stands) I can get you in.
SHAWN:
How soon?
APRIL:
Tonight.
EXT. AQUARIUM GROUNDS, NIGHT
APRIL is leading SHAWN and GUS along the aquarium wall.
GUS:
Are you wearing sweatpants?
SHAWN:
These are my "sneaking around" pants. Don't be jealous. I got you a matching pair.
GUS:
You're dressing up for her.
SHAWN:
Dressing up? Dude, I’m wearing sweats and this ridiculous lime green jacket.
GUS:
That's my lime green jacket, Shawn. And it's only for players.
SHAWN:
Okay, look, I backed off. You need to get over it.
APRIL stops at a spot along the wall.
APRIL:
Okay, this is it.
SHAWN:
What, is there, like, a hidden door in the rock wall?
APRIL:
(chuckles) No.
GUS:
You said you can get us in.
APRIL:
Yeah, I, uh... I can give you a boost. The electrified security fence is broken here. Oh, unless they fixed it.
SHAWN looks up to see a sign that reads “CAUTION High Voltage Electrified Fence”.
GUS:
You don't work here?
APRIL:
Well, technically, no. I did, until Tuesday. (walks back to them) I was asking too many questions, and LaBayda's producer Tim had me canned. Which is why I asked for your help.
SHAWN:
You want us to scale a wall.
APRIL:
Is it too high?
GUS:
Oh, no, no. I could probably free jump it if the ground wasn't so wet.
SHAWN:
You could not.
GUS:
I could vault it.
SHAWN:
Where would you land?
APRIL:
Okay, listen. (goes back to the wall) There's a door right on the other side of this wall. It'll lead you straight towards LaBayda's office. The code is 1-8-4-2. If I’m wrong, you can just leave.
SHAWN:
If it doesn't work, we're probably going to jail.
APRIL:
Yeah. (bends over and cups hands) Who's first? Come on.
SHAWN shakes his head but GUS hurries over. SHAWN looks around before following.
INT. LABAYDA’S OFFICE, NIGHT
SHAWN and GUS make their way inside.
GUS:
See? She's legit.
SHAWN:
Legit? She just boosted us over a wall. She does have very impressive strength for a girl her size.
SHAWN looks into the large office. One wall has a painting of the man himself. Another has windows looking into the dolphin tank.
SHAWN:
Okay. (sing-song) Coolest office ever.
GUS:
(to dolphins) Hello!
SHAWN goes to the desk and searches the top drawer. GUS continues to wave at the dolphins. SHAWN spots a folder labeled “Shabby Release”.
SHAWN:
What's this? (spots laptop) Wait a minute. Dude. He has two laptops. Why lock up this laptop over that one? (opens second laptop)
GUS comes over and the screen shows a map.
SHAWN:
Why does this have a GPS on it?
GUS:
It's the only software on this computer. And it's not picking up anything.
SHAWN sees the last set of coordinates before GUS closes it.
GUS:
Can we stop playing with this guy's computer and get to the ship's log, please?
SHAWN hands GUS the bound book then puts the laptop away.
SHAWN:
Yeah. Knock yourself out.
GUS reads the entries.
GUS:
This is all wrong. They were supposed to release Shabby near San Miguel Island.
SHAWN:
Okay.
SHAWN sees an article in the newspaper lying on the desk. “Feds Probe Rocinante Escape”.
GUS:
Where they let him off is nowhere near close to there.
SHAWN:
Why would they do that?
They hear a door bang in the distance.
GUS:
We need to get out of here.
SHAWN puts the log back in the desk.
GUS:
(whispers to dolphins) Good-bye.
INT. AQUARIUM, HALL, NIGHT
SHAWN and GUS head down the hall.
GUS:
Okay, let's get out of here.
SHAWN:
All right. (stops) Oh, wait, there's one more thing.
GUS:
What?
SHAWN:
I have unfinished business here. And a date with destiny.
SHAWN tears off his sweatpants to reveal a bathing suit.
GUS:
No, no. You are not swimming with the dolphins.
SHAWN:
When are we gonna have another chance, Gus? Come on.
GUS:
I don't care, Shawn.
SHAWN:
I’m in, I’m on, I’m out. Hopefully, they have a harness, or a small saddle of some sort. I charged up my camera. (pulls out camera) You don't have to worry about the flash. It's all digital. Just keep on snapping.
GUS:
No, we are leaving, Shawn.
SHAWN:
I’m gonna ride that dolphin into modern history. I’m going up top.
GUS:
I’m staying here.
SHAWN:
(runs up ramp) You're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime.
GUS:
Please.
SHAWN:
That dolphin is not going to ride itself.
We hear the door open and close. GUS sees the beam of a flashlight approaching.
GUS:
(whispers) Shawn! Shawn, get back here! (runs off)
EXT. DOLPHIN TANK, NIGHT
SHAWN walks along the dock running along the dolphin pool. He hears someone coming and ducks behind a pillar. The security guard walks along, casting his flashlight along the bins holding the fish. He swings it over by the pillar but SHAWN isn’t there. He continues on his rounds and SHAWN emerges from one of the bins. SHAWN sees a cooler marked “Shabby”. He opens it and lifts out a small fish. A dolphin appears and squeals at him.
SHAWN:
(whispers) Get out of here.
The dolphin keeps squealing.
SHAWN:
Not now. (looks around) Quiet! Pa does not love Fa.
The dolphin nods as it squeals.
SHAWN:
No, Pa does not love Fa!
The dolphin whistles.
SHAWN:
Now listen... I’m sorry.
The dolphin squeals.
SHAWN:
Stop doing that!
SHAWN’S just about to give in and throw the fish when GUS finds him.
GUS:
What the hell are you doing?
SHAWN:
Conducting an investigation, thank you very much.
GUS:
Then why do you smell like herring?
SHAWN:
Because this is an aquarium.
The dolphin squeals.
GUS:
You're feeding him! We're about to go to jail, and you're training dolphins?
SHAWN:
He insisted. I had no choice in the matter. I said "Pa does not love Fa”.
The dolphin clicks and nods its head.
GUS:
And your hands are filthy. Do you realize how many germs you can transmit like that? Here, give me that. (grabs the fish)
SHAWN:
No.
GUS:
What? Give…
They fight over the fish and GUS wins.
GUS:
Here, dolphin.
SHAWN:
You just want to feed him yourself!
GUS:
I’m getting rid of the evidence. And yes, it's not fair that you, the person who cares less than me about marine wildlife gets to feed them, and I don't.
SHAWN:
Just throw it and let's get out of here.
GUS gets ready to throw the fish and a light is suddenly on them.
GUARD:
Don't make a move! Drop the fish, sir, and nobody gets hurt.
The dolphin swims away and SHAWN and GUS raise their hands.
INT. SBPD, VICK’S OFFICE, NIGHT
SHAWN and GUS are sitting in VICK’S office as she enters, dressed for a night out.
VICK:
Breaking and entering?
SHAWN:
It was really just entering. Climbing and entering. We had the code. Is that a backstage pass?
GUS:
And a Dolce jacket?
VICK:
I have third row center at Phil Collins tonight, and I get called back here because my department psychic wanted to break into an aquarium to feed some fish?
SHAWN:
That is not entirely true.
VICK:
Then why were you wearing swim trunks, carrying a "How to Ride a Dolphin" pamphlet?
SHAWN:
Chief, that's a long story. But the truth is we're on the trail of something. Something big.
GUS:
Something important.
SHAWN:
Slightly sexy.
JULIET enters with APRIL.
JULIET:
Chief. I think I can shed some light on this. This is April Macarthur.
APRIL:
I did it. Yeah, um, I couldn't let you guys take the fall for me.
VICK:
I’m sorry, miss. You broke into the Santa Barbara Aquarium?
APRIL:
Yeah, well, um, I led them to believe that I was still an employee at the aquarium. I got them the code for the alarm, and got them into the facility.
GUS:
She was also able to inexplicably lift us over a security wall.
APRIL:
Yeah.
JULIET:
Chief, she has good reason. She was actually acting heroically.
APRIL:
Thank you, Juliet.
JULIET:
No, thank you. And I like those earrings. (faces VICK) Chief, there may have been a murder. I can't believe poor Shabby is dead.
SHAWN:
You too, Jules?
JULIET:
Shawn, the Shabby-cam is my screensaver. We can all learn from him.
VICK:
Wait, who's Shabby?
SHAWN:
You don't want to know.
VICK:
I don't?
JULIET:
Yeah, probably not. Just know I am taking lead on this case. There is a crime at play, trust me. I will straighten out these aquarium people. They do not want to press charges at all. They like her. And so do I. We do not want to arrest this woman. We need to help her.
VICK:
Wow! Well, thank you for that endorsement, O’Hara. Now, I have to get back to the Bowl. Somebody needs to take me, because if I miss Against All Odds, then somebody is getting fired. (leaves)
INT. SBPD, HALL, NIGHT
LASSITER enters, putting on his jacket. He isn’t wearing a tie.
LASSITER:
I missed it? They released you already?
SHAWN and GUS approach him after leaving the office.
SHAWN:
Lassie, it was all a big misunderstanding. We're working a case. Jules is helping out.
GUS:
We are solving a heinous crime.
LASSITER:
Heinous crime? Wait a minute. How heinous?
INT. SBPD, INTERROGATION, NIGHT
SHAWN and GUS sit at the table while LASSITER stands facing them.
SHAWN:
Look, it's not a big deal. There may have been a murder. We've got it covered.
LASSITER:
I just need a name.
SHAWN:
I’d rather not.
LASSITER:
Listen, you guys don't know what I’ve been through these last couple weeks. (paces) I chased down a group of diamond smugglers.
SHAWN:
Congratulations.
LASSITER:
Not exactly. I chased them to an airport where a plane was waiting. Wait. (stops and points) What does "Rocinante" mean to you?
GUS:
A full-body Syrah.
SHAWN:
A gay couple from Lisbon.
LASSITER:
(paces) No, it was the name of their plane. Flew off into a lightning storm. I wanted to chase them, but apparently, our helicopters only fly when there's rainbows in the sky, so they got away clean, which means I’m officially jackass number one around here. I need a case. (steps over the back of the chair, sits and takes out notebook) Give me the victim's name.
SHAWN:
(sighs) Shabby.
LASSITER:
(writes) Shabby. Is that a street name?
GUS:
It's more of a given name.
LASSITER:
Last name?
GUS:
He doesn't have one.
LASSITER:
Do not play with me.
SHAWN:
Can I spell it?
LASSITER:
I don't care.
SHAWN:
T- H-E.
LASSITER:
(writes) T- H-E...
SHAWN:
S-E-A...
LASSITER:
(writes) S-E-A...
SHAWN:
L- I-O...
LASSITER writes it down and looks at SHAWN to finish.
SHAWN:
N.
LASSITER:
(reads what he wrote) Thesealion. What is that, French?
GUS:
Pinniped.
LASSITER:
Pinniped? Never heard of it. All right, description.
SHAWN tries to hide a smile at LASSITER’S gullibility.
GUS:
Black.
LASSITER:
Black. Height and weight?
GUS:
6... 700 pounds.
LASSITER:
Jeez, Louise.
SHAWN:
(clears throat) Listen, can you get a body exhumed?
LASSITER:
Of course, I can. As long as I’m in on the autopsy.
LASSITER leaves, excited. SHAWN and GUS watch him leave and then look at each other. SHAWN shrugs.
INT. SBPD, AUTOPSY, DAY
SHABBY is lying on the table. LASSITER, SHAWN and JULIET are on one side of the table with GUS and the CORONER on the other side.
LASSITER:
I’m gonna kill you, Spencer.
SHAWN:
I never told you that the victim wasn't a sea lion.
JULIET:
Carlton, I tried to keep you out of this.
SHAWN:
Uh, how long is this going to take?
CORONER:
I don't know. I’ve never examined one of these things before.
SHAWN:
Okay, that's fair. Are there any signs of, uh, I don't know, foul play?
CORONER:
Well, a couple things are odd. I found a strange, empty piercing.
LASSITER:
Maybe he started swimming with the wrong crowd. You didn't happen to find any tattoos, did you?
JULIET:
Carlton!
CORONER:
I found some flat reef coral in the fur.
GUS:
How's that possible?
LASSITER:
Yeah! Coral! In the ocean! Are you really asking that question?
GUS:
A sea lion is a precision animal. It knows how to swim around a reef without thrashing into it.
JULIET:
That's true.
CORONER:
And I found some synthetic fibers.
SHAWN:
Okay, what kind of fibers?
CORONER:
Monofilament line. The kind found in fishing nets.
LASSITER:
All right, I’ve heard enough. Close this thing up. Let's go, O’Hara. (heads for door)
SHAWN:
Lassie, you're not being very helpful right now.
LASSITER:
Really, well, let me see if I can close this case for you right now. Now, I’m no expert, but let me take a shot. You've got a sea lion, and you've got a net, and you've got the ocean. You put them all together... case closed.
LASSITER leaves and JULIET follows. SHAWN shakes his head, puzzled.
GUS:
What?
SHAWN:
I’m worried he might be right.
GUS:
Are you serious?
SHAWN:
I don't know, Gus. We definitely need to see that reef. And I know how we can get out there.
EXT. HENRY’S BOAT, DAY
SHAWN is sitting in the driver’s seat, GUS on the seat to his left. HENRY is standing behind SHAWN, teaching him.
HENRY:
All right, that's it, that's it. Your hands are at 10:00 and 2:00. Down there, that's your trim tab. Over there, your heat gauge. That's your fish finder. GPS. Uses waypoints, just like in a car, when you find a place you like.
SHAWN:
(looks around) Look at that, you got a little microwave in there.
HENRY:
Shawn, please focus. (moves SHAWN’S head) Look forward. Do not become complacent just because it's water.
SHAWN:
Dad, we're still in the dock.
HENRY:
Look, Shawn, do you want to drive this thing or not?
SHAWN:
I never asked that. Isn't that right, Gus?
GUS:
Yeah, I’m gonna get in the middle of that.
SHAWN:
Man, I just wanted to come, see your new boat, go out onto the reef.
HENRY:
The reef? I’m not going out on the reef. That place is restricted waters.
SHAWN:
What if I told you it was for a case?
HENRY:
Well, that would make it worse.
GUS:
But what if he didn't?
SHAWN:
We won't tell anyone, okay? We totally promise. Plus, we'll totally solve a crime.
HENRY:
Shawn, would you please listen to me? I’m not going out onto the reef. That place is off-limits to people. I’m not gonna lose my boat, I’m not gonna lose my license to follow some stupid, lame-ass hunch of yours.
SHAWN:
You're really not going to budge on this?
HENRY:
What do you think? (goes to the stern of the boat)
GUS:
Told you.
SHAWN:
All right, all right, I do. I want to learn how to drive.
HENRY:
You know what, Shawn, hold up a second. I’m gonna grab my tackle box.
HENRY climbs out of the boat and onto the dock. SHAWN then drives away.
HENRY:
Shawn! Shawn!
GUS:
Shawn!
SHAWN:
Don't worry. It's cool.
GUS:
What are you doing?
HENRY:
Get back here!
GUS:
He's gonna come after us.
SHAWN:
Nah, he can't swim that fast. Besides, he wanted me to do this.
HENRY keeps yelling from the dock, following as much as he can.
HENRY:
Shawn!
GUS:
He wanted you to steal his boat?
SHAWN:
Yeah.
HENRY:
Get back here!
SHAWN:
He didn't want to be responsible for crossing over into restricted waters.
HENRY:
Shawn! Get back here!
SHAWN:
Didn't you get that with the whole "Shawn, Shawn, let me show you how to drive"?
GUS:
I think he wanted to show you how to drive.
SHAWN:
Yeah, so I could steal it later.
SHAWN takes the boat into the open ocean as the sun sets.
EXT. HENRY’S BOAT, NIGHT
SHAWN is trying to read a map.
SHAWN:
This thing is all numbers. It's very hard to read. Maybe it's upside down.
GUS:
First of all, Shawn, that's a Thomas Guide.
SHAWN:
Ah, thought it was a little land-heavy. But look, I think the reef is down here in the corner, A-7.
GUS:
Did you listen to anything your dad said? The map is the screen.
SHAWN:
Gus. Don't be exactly half of an 11-pound black forest ham. That's clearly the GPS.
GUS:
Exactly, it's latitude and longitude. You follow the degrees.
SHAWN:
Oh, yeah? Those numbers with the little quotation marks there?
GUS:
Yes.
SHAWN remembers the coordinates from LABAYDA’S second laptop.
SHAWN:
Dude, I think I know where it may have gone down. That laptop was probably tracking LaBayda's boat. Here, here, punch this in.
GUS leans forward to reach the GPS and SHAWN closes his eyes to clearly remember the numbers.
SHAWN:
34 degrees, zero, six, and then, uh, one of those little lines That I would use to, uh... To make a winking face in a text. No, go back, go back, go back. It should be the left eye that's winking, not the right. No, Gus, pretend the person doesn't even have a right eye. Like, no ocular socket whatsoever. It was sutured shut from birth.
GUS:
Shawn, I got it.
SHAWN:
Yes, that's it. Right there, that's good, okay. Now 50 degrees... Come on, buddy!
They watch their position in the GPS.
SHAWN:
Two degrees to the right. No, up. Two degrees up. What do those two little dots mean again?
GUS:
Kick out the lights.
SHAWN:
Oh, dude, we're getting close. We're, like, right on top of it.
GUS:
Kick out the lights.
SHAWN:
Why am I gonna kick out the lights?
GUS:
I think I see another boat out in the distance.
SHAWN:
Where's another boat?
GUS:
It doesn't matter where, Shawn. We're in restricted waters. I can't get arrested twice in the same week. You might have a few arrests in you, but I don't.
SHAWN:
Okay, fine.
SHAWN powers down the engine and turns off the lights. They then look out over the starboard side.
SHAWN:
Did you hear something?
GUS:
Like what?
SHAWN:
Like... voices.
Suddenly, bright spotlights come on from a boat very close by. They both scream and GUS grabs SHAWN to push him forward.
GUS:
Take him!
SHAWN:
What?
GUS:
I had this dream before, Shawn. Ever since we saw Dead Calm. You have to take one for the team.
SHAWN:
What are you talking about?
GUS:
Take one for the team!
SHAWN:
No one's gonna hurt us.
A MAN from the other boat hails them.
MAN:
Hey, guys. These are restricted waters. What the heck are you doing out here?
SHAWN:
Ahoy there! Uh, yes, right! Uh, my name is Shawn Spencer. This is my first mate Hummingbird Saltalamaccia.
GUS:
Hello!
SHAWN:
We were turned around. Discombobulated. We just now realized that we were in restricted waters.
GUS:
Just now. And we both have hepatitis.
SHAWN:
I also couldn't help but notice you are not the Coast Guard.
MAN:
No, no. We thought you were the Coast Guard, coming to tow us in.
SHAWN:
Us?
MAN:
Yeah.
SHAWN:
(laughs) No, no. But does that mean that they're coming? And if so, do you have an E.T.A.?
MAN:
No, no idea, we just... We've been, uh, drifting for about an hour. We stalled on our way to Monterey.
SHAWN:
Ah, old Mexico.
GUS:
Monterey, Mexico is 2,000 miles inland, Shawn.
MAN:
Up north. So, what are you guys doing out here?
SHAWN:
Oh, you know. Just, uh, hiding from sharks. You know, we heard that they can see you if your lights are on, so we kicked ours off.
MAN:
Uh, that's not how sharks work at all.
SHAWN:
Regular sharks. Of course. Right. But we heard there was an infestation of genetically-altered shark-like beasts here, in this area of the water. They can smell the light.
GUS:
They also type.
SHAWN:
True.
MAN:
What?
SHAWN:
Not well, but they're sharks, with fins, so it's still impressive. Oh, and, um, how long, did you say, before the Coast Guard gets here? They're not just right around the corner or anything are they?
SHAWN and GUS have returned to the marina.
SHAWN:
I’m telling you, Gus, there's something wrong with those guys.
GUS:
Did you want to stay out there and chat it up with them?
SHAWN:
No, but we may not be the only ones out there looking for the sea lion's killer.
They approach the dock and see HENRY with JULIET and LASSITER.
SHAWN:
Maybe he didn't want me to take the boat.
GUS:
I’m jumping out here.
SHAWN:
Okay, but you're gonna get wet.
GUS:
I can't believe this, Shawn. I’m gonna get arrested two times in one week.
SHAWN:
Okay, dad, we have to come up with a system for unspoken actions. I can't believe you called the cops.
HENRY:
I didn't call them, Shawn. They called me.
SHAWN:
Why?
LASSITER:
Coroner finished his inquiry.
JULIET:
He found a bullet inside the sea lion.
LASSITER:
Two .22 slugs, actually.
GUS:
He was shot?
LASSITER:
He was murdered.
INT. SBPD, INTERROGATION, NIGHT
LASSITER is questioning LABAYDA who has an owl on his shoulder.
LaBAYDA:
So, am I going to need a lawyer? 'Cause mine's on a boat off Cape Horn. It might take a while.
LASSITER:
Mr. LaBayda, would you remove that bird from your shoulder?
LaBAYDA:
(softly) Oh, this is an Australian hissing owl. And I have to do a show with him (checks watch) in about three hours. If I haven't bonded with him by then, he will spend the entire shoot crapping all over my Ed Hardy tee. Now, I would appreciate it if you would watch your tone, because this thing's Like a sponge and he can get really aggressive when things get tense.
JULIET enters the room.
JULIET:
Detective, telephone.
LASSITER:
I’m in the middle of something.
JULIET:
It's the FBI.
LASSITER:
Again? (turns around in seat) Would you tell them I didn't know they were smugglers until it was too late? And tell them if I had access to my own plane, I could follow the Rocinante into the storm!
LABAYDA makes a motion for LASSITER to quiet down.
JULIET:
Maybe you should tell them yourself.
LASSITER:
Right. (leaves)
JULIET approaches to look at the owl. APRIL stands outside the door and LABAYDA sees her.
LaBAYDA:
Didn't I have her fired? Oh, is that your source?
JULIET:
No. Mr. LaBayda, our source is the court. As in a court-sanctioned search we did of your office. We found a piece animal tracking software on your computer.
APRIL storms into the room.
APRIL:
We don't tag our animals, Randy! Once they're released into the wild, they're free.
JULIET:
Perhaps you'd like to explain.
The three have a staring contest.
LaBAYDA:
I need someone to take the bird.
>>>LATER>>>
LABAYDA is standing and pacing as he tells his story.
LaBAYDA:
All right. We were gonna track him. But it was such a great, heartwarming local story. It would have been a great national one. I mean, you can't blame me for wanting the people to know what happened to this special creature.
JULIET:
Yeah. Well, we need to know why you released him ten miles away from where you were supposed to.
LaBAYDA realizes there’s no way out.
LaBAYDA:
I, uh... think I’d like to make my phone call now.
JULIET:
Yeah, I bet you would.
INT. LABAYDA’S OFFICE, NIGHT
An ASSISTANT is working late. He answers the phone.
ASSISTANT:
LaBayda's Sea Adventure.
CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH -
- CUT TO:
INT. SBPD, CONFERENCE ROOM, DAY
LaBAYDA:
Burn the disks.
ASSISTANT:
Is this you, boss?
LaBAYDA:
Destroy the footage. Take a vacation in Mexico for at least a week, can you do that?
ASSISTANT:
I can't get to the footage right now, chief.
LaBAYDA:
Why not?
ASSISTANT:
Because your two hair analysts are reviewing it right now.
LaBAYDA:
I... I don't have a hair analyst. Who set that up? (realizes) Oh, crap. Get over there, now!
The ASSISTANT puts down the phone and runs from the room.
INT. MEDIA ROOM, NIGHT
SHAWN and GUS are watching the footage.
GUS:
Hair analyst? That worked?
SHAWN:
I’ve always dreamed of having one myself.
On-screen, LaBAYDA is dictating how he wants the shoot done.
LaBAYDA:
I need the sunset perfectly framing the silhouette. It has to be me and the wild. All right, let me just say, you see a single strand of my hair out of place, Let me know, we cut right then and there. And that includes chest hair. Timmy, you got me? You got me?
TIM:
Yeah, I got it.
LaBAYDA:
All right, here we go. All right, three... What?
The camera moves to the left and shows a large freighter in the background.
TIM:
Freighter, freighter.
LaBAYDA turns around and sees the freighter.
LaBAYDA:
What? No! No! Get out of the way! Get your big, polluting ass out of my shot! How many boats are there gonna be?
GUS fast forwards through the footage. LaBAYDA is now in a different spot.
TIM:
Okay. Perfect.
LaBAYDA:
I guess this'll just have to do. I don't like it. I want to go on record saying I don't like it.
SHAWN:
Hey, Gus, he's not a murderer. He's just an egomaniac. And for fairly good reason. His hair is spectacular.
On-screen, Shabby is released.
LaBAYDA:
Swim. Swim, my friend.
SHAWN:
He released Shabby in the wrong place to get a better shot!
GUS:
That means Shabby was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
LaBAYDA:
Arrivederci, my furry little Michael Phelps. Arrivederci.
SHAWN:
He didn't shoot him. He didn't do it.
GUS skips through the footage again.
LaBAYDA:
Yeah, pumas are pretty mean. I know one time, I ran into a puma...
SHAWN focuses on a boat that goes by in the background.
SHAWN:
Gus, look at that. That's the same boat we saw. It's the same guys. It was five days ago.
SHAWN remembers the excuse the MAN gave about being on their way to Monterey.
GUS:
They weren't on their way to Monterey.
SHAWN:
They were on their way to the reef. he reef, where Shabby went off the grid.
GUS:
Why would they be going out there at night?
There is a pounding on the door. GUS and SHAWN turn around.
TIM:
Guys? Out of there!
SHAWN:
Plan “A” or plan “B”?
GUS:
“B”.
TIM:
(pounds on the door) Get out of there!
TIM crashes through the door to see GUS lying in his chair like he’s dead and SHAWN standing there, hands over his mouth in shock.
SHAWN:
(lowers hands) Oh, my God, I killed him! (runs from the room screaming)
With TIM turned around and confused, GUS gets up and runs out.
EXT. MARINA, DAY
SHAWN and GUS stride down the dock.
GUS:
Shawn, you can't steal your dad's boat for a second time.
SHAWN:
Gus, you don't understand. My dad wants me to do this.
SHAWN makes to board the boat but HENRY is already there.
HENRY:
Do I, Shawn?
INT. SBPD, INTERROGATION, DAY
JULIET and APRIL are having lunch.
APRIL:
You were really good with him.
JULIET:
So were you. You really scared him. And the bird.
APRIL:
Listen, I don't know if this is the right time to ask, but what about Shawn?
JULIET:
What about him?
APRIL:
I don't know. Something... intriguing. You know, odd. It's refreshing. I was thinking of letting him know that I’m, uh, “available”. You know, and all that. What do you think?
JULIET:
Well, I... don't know.
APRIL:
Is there a problem?
JULIET:
No, no. There's no problem. (sips her drink)
EXT. MARINA, DAY
SHAWN and GUS walk away from HENRY’S boat.
GUS:
Your dad's getting pretty good.
SHAWN:
Too good. I think he's been waiting in there since Thursday. It's pretty creepy. And mildly impressive.
SHAWN turns back to look at his dad and sees the mystery boat docked at another slip.
SHAWN:
Gus. Opportunity.
They go over to the other dock and hide behind a small storage shed and watch as the two men leave. SHAWN makes to go in the opposite direction when GUS grabs his arm.
GUS:
Dude, they're going that way. We gonna follow them or not?
SHAWN:
Uh, I’m definitely a "not" right now. (heads for the boat)
GUS:
(grabs SHAWN and pulls him back) But…
They shush each other.
GUS:
They might be coming back.
SHAWN:
They're walking in the opposite direction. I think this is our best opportunity.
GUS:
They're going to get help.
SHAWN:
They're unloading stuff. (looks in the distance and points) Barnacle Bill.
GUS:
What?
While GUS is distracted, SHAWN runs.
GUS:
Shawn! (chases SHAWN)
SHAWN stops with his foot on the gunwale.
SHAWN:
You wanna be Hawkeye or crow's nest?
GUS:
What do either of those mean?
SHAWN:
I don't know. I was hoping you did.
The two go aboard.
INT. BOAT, CABIN, DAY
They enter the cabin which is filled with electronic equipment.
SHAWN:
What is all this stuff?
GUS:
GPS, radar, sonar, electronic pulse sensors. High-tech stuff. That's how they knew we were in the water.
SHAWN:
(looks around) Whatever they were doing, they didn't wanna be found. (finds large hand-held light) And they were doing it at night. It's just a bunch of salvage equipment. Wait a minute. (finds a tracker tangled in twine) We need to get this thing off.
EXT. BOAT, DECK, DAY
They bring the tangled net out onto the deck where they have more room.
GUS:
What are we looking for?
SHAWN:
This thing, this thing, this thing! (shows GUS the tracker)
GUS:
Here, let me do it. I was a navy scout. (frees tracker) This is a satellite tracking tag.
SHAWN:
What's it for?
The tracker has LaBAYDA’S name on it.
GUS:
They use it for tagging animals. Training, research.
SHAWN remembers the coroner mentioning an empty piercing as well as the GPS program on LaBAYDA’S computer.
SHAWN:
LaBayda was tracking the sea lion.
SHAWN then sees boxes of ammunition in a storage pocket and remembers JULIET saying they found a bullet in Shabby: two .22 slugs. He points them out to GUS.
GUS:
They killed him, Shawn.
SHAWN:
But why?
GUS:
We should go. (starts to stand but sees the men coming) They're coming.
SHAWN:
Quick, jump in the water.
GUS:
They're gonna see us.
SHAWN:
Okay, hang from the anchor. Where is the anchor?
GUS:
That only works in cartoons.
SHAWN:
Is there a shark cage?
GUS:
How could that possibly be a good idea?
SHAWN:
I don't know! At least I’m coming up with some ideas.
SHAWN sees the hatch to the storage area under the deck.
MAN 2:
I’m telling you I saw someone on the boat. I swear.
MAN:
It's fine.
Just before the men arrive, we see the last bit of netting pulled in and the hatch closes.
MAN:
There's no one. Everything's fine.
MAN 2:
I saw something. I’m telling you.
INT. BOAT, HOLD, DAY
SHAWN and GUS are literally on top of each other in the tight space. They listen as the men talk overhead.
MAN: (off-screen)
You're paranoid, man. We're in the home stretch here. Let's go. Get going.
MAN 2: (off-screen)
No, I’m not. I’m checking the pull.
SHAWN:
(whispers) Dude, this is like Out of Sight, but super gay.
GUS:
Don't touch me, Shawn.
EXT. BOAT, DECK, DAY
MAN 2:
Wait, wait. You hear that?
MAN:
Hear what?
They pause to listen.
MAN 2:
All right, all right, I’m just nervous, man.
INT. BOAT, HOLD, DAY
SHAWN:
I see a flashlight.
SHAWN reaches for a flashlight and GUS smacks him. SHAWN turns on the light and searches the hold.
GUS:
Don't touch me, Shawn.
SHAWN sees a folder labelled “Flight Plan Rocinante” and remembers LASSITER telling them about the plane that flew off into a lightning storm.
SHAWN:
(whispers) Dude, I solved it.
GUS:
(whispers) Will you be quiet?
SHAWN:
(whispers) But I solved it!
GUS:
Be quiet!
MAN 2: (off-screen)
Wait, I heard it again. Didn't you hear that?
EXT. BOAT, DECK, DAY
MAN:
What do you hear? I hear birds.
MAN 2:
Listen, listen!
MAN:
Untie, push off. Please, we're going.
INT. BOAT, HOLD, DAY
They hear the engine start.
SHAWN:
(whispers) I think that's the engine.
GUS:
(whispers) I am gonna kill you, Shawn.
SHAWN:
(whispers) Ok, they would go. I’m gonna call for help.
GUS:
(whispers) No, he will hear you. He has eagle ears.
SHAWN:
(whispers) Eagle ears?
GUS:
(whispers) Yes.
SHAWN:
(whispers) How 'bout I send a text?
GUS:
(whispers) Mute your keys.
SHAWN:
(whispers) How do I do that?
INT. SBPD, BULLPEN, DAY
JULIET is at her desk when she gets SHAWN’S text. She waves VICK over with a hiss.
JULIET:
Come here.
VICK:
Ok, what? What? What's so important?
JULIET:
I just got a text from Shawn Spencer.
VICK:
And what did it say?
JULIET:
It says that he solved the crime, and...
VICK:
And what?
JULIET:
He's trapped in the hull of a smuggler's boat going out to sea.
VICK:
What do we do with that?
JULIET:
(texting) "How... can... we... find... "
VICK:
Okay, now type the letter "u," Instead of "y-o-u. " And you don't need that punctuation. It's just faster.
JULIET:
Chief.
INT. BOAT, HOLD, NIGHT
SHAWN:
Dude, I really do feel so Clooney right now.
GUS:
I am not Jennifer Lopez.
SHAWN:
That was a compliment.
GUS:
How is that possibly a compliment?
SHAWN:
Did you see El Cantante? She was amazing.
GUS:
Shawn.
SHAWN:
(sighs) Shabby's transmitter. (reaches over GUS)
GUS:
Don’t… (slaps at SHAWN)
SHAWN:
Hold on.
GUS:
Get off me, Shawn. Get off me.
SHAWN:
Got it. (turns on tracker)
INT. SBPD, BULLPEN, NIGHT
JULIET:
(under breath) Come on. (out loud) Ooh! Ooh! I got another text!
VICK:
What does it say?
JULIET:
"Turn on LaBayda's laptop. "
VICK:
Uh… Someone, get it out of evidence!
INT. BOAT, HOLD, NIGHT
SHAWN:
(sighs) Now, all we do is wait. Gus, scratch my leg.
GUS does nothing.
SHAWN:
Just... Will you just scratch my leg?
GUS:
I’m not scratching...
SHAWN:
The elastic on my sock is...
GUS:
I’m not scratching your leg, Shawn.
INT. SBPD, BULLPEN, NIGHT
JULIET has opened LaBAYDA’S laptop and is looking at the tracking read-out.
VICK:
Can you give us a general location of the boat?
JULIET:
Well, it's a little bit problematic.
VICK:
Well, I have my sister on ready with the Coast Guard. Just give us the coordinates.
JULIET:
That's the problem. We have a very definitive location, it just doesn't seem to make any sense.
VICK:
How far out are they?
JULIET:
First Street and Main.
INT. BOAT, HOLD, NIGHT
SHAWN reads the text.
SHAWN:
Juliet wants me to check outside.
GUS:
You are not doing that.
SHAWN:
She says we may not be where we think we are. I trust her, Gus. I’m gonna do it.
GUS:
Shawn… Shawn!
SHAWN opens the hatch.
EXT. BOAT, DECK, NIGHT
SHAWN steps out onto the deck just as the boat enters a cannery.
SHAWN:
Uh, Gus? Change of plans. (ducks down)
INT. CANNERY, NIGHT
The two men have exited the pickup and are heading toward the boat.
MAN:
Let's do this quick, I got the diamonds, we lose the equipment as fast as we can...
SHAWN and GUS stand up.
MAN 2:
What the hell?
SHAWN:
Wait a second. This is not my boat. My bad! Gus, I told you, our boat is called Just Chillin'.
GUS:
Ah, yeah.
SHAWN:
Just Chillin'. Inexcusable. Uh, we're sorry, and we'll be on our way.
MAN:
Sorry you had to be here.
GUS:
Apology accepted.
MAN:
(cocks gun) Get down.
SHAWN sighs.
MAN:
Down!
SHAWN and GUS climb down using the ladder off the stern. When on the floor, the MAN directs them with the gun.
MAN:
Around this way. Come on. Towards the truck. Now what the hell's going on here?
The two scuttle sideways towards the truck with their hands up. They keep backing up as SHAWN talks.
SHAWN:
All right, guys, I’m just gonna be honest, 'cause that's usually the best policy, right? I’m a psychic.
MAN:
You're a psychic?
SHAWN:
Yeah. So I know you guys weren't really on your way to Monterey. And I know you weren't stranded. In fact, you were on a desperate search for the wreckage of the Rocaninante.
GUS:
That was nowhere near close.
MAN:
I really hate that you said that. Do we shoot them?
MAN 2:
I don't know yet.
SHAWN:
You don't know yet. Well, um, I’ll tell you what else I know. You found your wreckage from a plane that everyone assumed escaped, but actually went down in restricted waters, which is why your booty was so tough to find.
MAN:
You a cop?
GUS:
We are not cops.
SHAWN:
No, but if I was a cop, I’d be a bad cop. That much I know. Not because I’m tough, or unscrupulous. Because of lateness. Just general tardiness.
MAN:
Would you stop moving? Get over here. What's the point of this?
SHAWN:
Unfortunately, a sweet sea lion named Shabby was innocently looking for a fish, or a squid, to eat…
MAN:
What the hell's the point of this?
SHAWN:
The point is, you saw the signal coming.
>>>FLASHBACK>>>
EXT. BOAT, NIGHT
MAN 2 is looking at the GPS.
MAN 2:
I got a hot signal coming.
MAN:
What is it, a boat?
MAN 2:
No, could be a diver, though.
The men go onto the deck and use the spotlight on the water.
SHAWN: (v.o.)
You thought you'd been had, so...
The men shoot the gun into the general area where they thought the diver was.
>>>END FLASHBACK>>>
INT. CANNERY, NIGHT
SHAWN:
You fired into the water, thinking it was a diver, but no.
>>>FLASHBACK>>>
EXT. BOAT, NIGHT
MAN:
I got it, whatever it was.
>>>END FLASHBACK>>>
INT. CANNERY, NIGHT
SHAWN:
You fired into the water, thinking it was a diver, but no. A sweet, innocent sea lion attached to a beeper by a television host on the sly, hoping to exploit his story for a comeback.
>>>FLASHBACK>>>
EXT. BOAT, NIGHT
SHAWN: (v.o.)
And when you tried to pull him out of the water, he managed to break free.
>>>END FLASHBACK>>>
INT. CANNERY, NIGHT
SHAWN:
Why? Because he was a winner. And a very strong swimmer.
GUS:
And a survivor.
SHAWN:
That's right. At least... at least for a couple of hours, he was.
MAN:
You're here because of a sea lion?
SHAWN:
I’m here for all the sea lions, Jack! And the fish and that stuff that looks like coral, but moves when you touch it. Gus, what am I talking about?
GUS:
Sea amanonees. (stammers) Sea anemonene...
SHAWN:
Don't do this to yourself.
MAN:
Sea anemones?
GUS:
Yes!
MAN:
Yeah, well it's too bad you can't do anything with all that information, isn't it, now?
SHAWN:
Yeah. Except that Shabby left a little something behind. (holds up blinking tracker) And I’ve been doing something I like to call stalling.
MAN 2 pulls the tracker from SHAWN’S hand.
SHAWN:
And Rutger Hauer calls "schtalling”.
MAN:
Why?
GUS:
Because he's Dutch.
MAN:
No, why are you stalling?
SHAWN:
Because of that.
LASSITER and JULIET appear with other armed officers.
LASSITER:
Put it down! Don't move!
JULIET:
Drop it!
The two men are taken into custody and LASSITER holsters his weapon.
LASSITER:
Saving your ass again, Spencer?
SHAWN:
Lassie, (fist-bumps GUS) I believe you'll find that whatever your missing smugglers had is in that truck over there. Diamonds? Perhaps in the boat.
LASSITER:
What are you talking about?
SHAWN:
I’m helping you. I told you. It's a two-way street.
LASSITER:
Hold on. How did you...
SHAWN:
Little bit of this... (puts right hand to his head) and a whole lot of that.(left hand)
INT. PSYCH, DAY
SHAWN is spraying whipped cream into a drawer of GUS’ desk. APRIL knocks on the door. She is wearing a shirt with the aquarium logo.
SHAWN:
Hey!
APRIL:
Hi.
SHAWN:
(stutters) The case is finished, but I still have to do a little, uh, paperwork. That's all I’m doing here. (puts down can) But look at you. Look at you!
APRIL:
Yeah, first day back. They even offered me LaBayda's office. I said "no”.
SHAWN:
Really?
APRIL:
Mmm-hmm.
SHAWN:
That's the worst decision anyone's ever made.
APRIL:
Yeah. Listen, Shawn, um, I asked them for you, but they don't really allow people to ride dolphins. But we could arrange an interaction. That would be easy.
SHAWN:
Yeah. No, no, that's okay. I’m gonna wait. Wait until it's natural, organic, happens in the wild.
APRIL:
Uh, that's illegal.
SHAWN:
What if... What if I ride a whale? I mean, what if I do the same thing, but with a whale?
They both laugh.
APRIL:
That's a joke.
SHAWN:
Of course... Of course it is.
APRIL:
Okay, yeah, the, um… Well, listen, anything else I can do, please. You really are amazing.
SHAWN:
How about dinner? You and me?
APRIL:
Mmm.
SHAWN:
A very dark restaurant. I’ll bring some candles, in case it's too dark. That's something I like to do.
APRIL:
Listen, Shawn, I, um... I really would love to.
SHAWN:
Sweet.
APRIL:
Uh, but I don't want to get in the way.
SHAWN:
Get in the way?
APRIL:
Yeah. I like her and I think you two will get there. So, thanks for everything. (heads for the door)
SHAWN:
Uh, what does that even mean?
APRIL:
(stops in doorway) Good luck, Shawn.
APRIL leaves and SHAWN stands there, confused.