Psych

Previously on Psych...

I hope you weren't saving this stool for somebody else.

Do I know you?

Oh!

Marlowe Viccellio.

How'd you find me?

I felt something.

So did I.

The only thing it compares to

is the rush of jubilation I felt

when I heard Chuck Norris speak

at an NRA convention in Aberdeen.

Marlowe Viccellio, this is the police.

Okay, so I did take the blood,

but only because I'm trying to make ends meet.

But I promise, I didn't kill anybody.

- You're under arrest. - What?

Marlowe, I would move heaven and earth to be with you,

just as long as that movement's in accordance

with the state laws of California.

See ya, Marlowe!

Ooh, girl, go get him!

Oh!

Mmm!

Are you Shawn Spencer?

My name is Zola.

I am a contortionist with Le Cirque.

Oh, a contortionist.

Ah, well, that explains how you were able to slip in

while I was doing a pull-- I mean, 150 pull-ups.

Actually, you were kicking your legs so wide,

it was easy to walk underneath.

Man, you know you could have helped me.

I am the one in need of help.

Two weeks ago,

our star performer, Francois Angelo,

started acting anxious, almost paranoid.

I fear he's in trouble.

Can you psychically find him?

Here's the thing.

Um, my psychic powers generally don't kick in

until someone's been missing for 48 hours,

unless, of course, that person is Eddie Murphy,

from the movie 48 Hours,

but sadly, I fear he's lost forever.

Hmm.

Uh, you let me know if your buddy Francois

is missing in a couple days.

We'll see what we can do.

Oh, no. I will wait here.

Go back to your pull-up.

I tell you what. I'm gonna take this.

Oh! Thank you so much, Shawn Spencer.

Uh, you should come

to today's dress rehearsal before the show.

Maybe you can divine something there, no?

- Backstage pass? - Uh-huh.

- Great. - Yeah. Merci.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Some more rising, huh? - Keep trying.

I do, like, 100 of these a day.

Really?

Maximus? What are you do--

Hey, Shawn.

Hey, what's up, man?

What's up, Rach? Ray-Ray?

Chel?

Professor Willard Dick Peter Johnson.

You have a problem with "Rachael"?

It's a classic girl's name, like "Shawn."

Ray-Ray.

Maximus, my man. Boom! Who's da--pssh!

Yeah, boy. Who got the ball?

Uh, you know, don't worry about Max.

He's always tough on people

until he really gets to know them.

Really? I'm not worried at all.

I have a killer day planned.

- He is gonna love it. - Of course he will.

Now, here is everything you need.

And remember, if you run out of things to talk about,

you can never go wrong with Star Wars.

The original or prequels?

- Come on, son. - You come on, son.

- Come on, son. - Come on, son.

- Come on, son. - Come on, son.

- Come on, son. - You come on, son.

Time out. What is this?

- She's doing our "Come on, sons"? - No.

Oh, Shawn, don't be such a Filipino Steve Perry.

That doesn't make any sense.

Watch your boo do his thing.

Hey, little man.

Which one of these fun things you want to do

for our big boy day?

- The planetarium? - Mm-mm.

The aquarium?

Mm-mm.

- Old Sonora Western Town? - No.

Santa's Year-Round Village?

No.

The Yerden Estate tour?

Mm-mm.

- Le Cirque? - Not now, Shawn.

- Yeah, the circus. - No, whoa. Not so fast.

Le Cirque?

Who's gonna stay up with him all night

when he's having nightmares about the clowns

and the freaky-freaks in the show?

I will.

Not that me and your mom are having any sleepovers.

Please, mom?

Look, it'll be fine.

I promise, he's in great hands.

What? It's the circus, kid.

What? What?

Uh, Shawn, I thought that you said

we were going to the Le Cirque show.

Yeah. This is a dress rehearsal.

Yes, but we promised Max that he would be seeing the show.

And he will.

Just without all the unnecessary excitement and entertainment.

Now, what is Jeffrey Duke doing here?

- Who? - Really? Jeffrey Duke?

He makes the Mercedes of port-o-potties,

and I should know because I've peed in both.

He's also one of the most ruthless wise guys around.

He's the Gotti of potties.

He's the Don of the Johns.

He's--he's number one at going--

Shawn.

Hey, does that guy look suspicious to you?

What is going on?

It's like we're on an investigation.

Oh, my gosh.

We are on an investigation, aren't we?

- Define "investigation." - Unbelievable.

No, that is the definition of "not believable."

And all this time,

I thought you were just trying to help me out.

Did it ever even occur to you

that this might put me in trouble with Rachael?

And what about if something had happened to Max?

Oh, please.

May God strike me dead

if anything happens to this kid, okay?

Oh, I hope this goes well.

Oh, you just relax

and let your honeybear take care of everything.

Once your parole officer

sees that he's dealing with one of his brethren,

it will be smooth sailing from here on out.

Okay.

We can finally get on with our lives.

- Ready? - Yes.

- What? - That's Ursula Gibbs.

Oh, so you know her? Even better.

Well... Okay, here's the thing.

Um, I might have hooked up

with Ursula a few years back

after an inter-departmental drink mixer

and I might have not ever called her afterwards

when it was discovered that she might be

an obsessive, vindictive, vengeful loon.

Still, you should have called her.

I think it would be best

if she didn't know you were my girlfriend.

Ah, got it.

So I'm here, assisting Ms. Viccellio

on a professional basis.

I was involved in her initial criminal case,

and I can attest to the fact

that she is completely rehabilitated.

Hmm. I see.

I'll take your professional endorsement into consideration

when determining the conditions of parole.

The first item to deal with is place of residence.

Ms. Viccellio is free to live wherever in the city she wants,

within a 15.7-square-mile area.

Why the .7?

Oh.

That stops just 400 feet short of my house.

You found out we're a couple, didn't you?

Must have been hard to communicate

while she was in prison.

I guess the phones in your house

suddenly started working again.

Who knew?

You vengeful little--

Now, we move on to restrictions.

No alcohol, no staying out past 10:00 P.M.,

no non-spousal co-habitation.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

Let's not make matters worse, honeybear.

Mm-mm. No combining "honey" and "bear."

Look, we gotta relax, okay?

We're gonna find him,

and Rachael's gonna be none the wiser.

It's her now. What do I do?

Give me the phone. I do a perfect Maximus.