Hey, Shawn, how was your day?
Oh, the usual.
Well, I'm headed up to my room
to play Legend of Zelda.
I got a call from your school
a little while ago.
Uh, you did?
Mm-hmm, it was the nurse.
She said, and I quote,
"Shawn tried to get himself
declared insane today."
Huh. That's weird.
Wow, I must have been
in a weird fog or something.
Well, the good news is
I'm feeling much better now.
No, don't...
Ah, ah, ah, Shawn.
It's not that simple.
Now your principal wants to have
a discussion with me
about putting you on ritalin.
Oh, that's not necessary.
L-let's consider this
an isolated episode, okay?
I'm home now.
I'll get some rest.
We'll pick this up tomorrow.
Didn't you have your quarterly project
due today?
Agh.
Did I?
Like I said,
everything was such a blur.
Kitchen table.
Now.
Call the school and tell them
you'll have your assignment there
first thing in the morning.
Let me get this straight.
Lassie solves a case without any help
and throws a party for himself
to celebrate?
I am proud of him.
And I think that his hard work
should be congratulated.
- I'll eat to that.
- You'll eat to anything.
You know that's right.
So I'm the only one
that thinks this whole affair
is a little over the top
in the self-congratulatory
department?
How so?
Well, for starters,
he made that banner himself.
Yeah, but the craftsmanship
more than offsets
the megalomania, Shawn.
All right, fine.
He put crime scene photos
above the punch bowl.
It's called theming.
You need to fold that pita.
- I know what I'm doing.
- Make it into a canoe.
Don't tell me how to eat a...
Damn it.
Have you considered the fact
that you might be
a little bit jealous?
Why, because Gus has dip on his pants
and I don't?
No, because Carlton solved
a high-profile case
without any help from you.
I wouldn't exactly call it
a high-profile case.
A billionaire businessman
has an affair with his assistant.
She tries to break it off,
and he strangles her to death.
It's been in the news for months.
Thank you for making my point.
I'm making the exact opposite
of your point.
Can I have everyone's
attention, please?
Hey, everyb...
Shut your pie holes!
Mm.
Channel 23 is doing a story
on my case.
Bernie Bethel,
the brilliant, reclusive
hedge fund manager
stands accused of murdering
Sheila Hansen
in what prosecutors are calling
a crime of passion.
Mr. Bethel
has nothing to say.
Bethel has been on trial
for the last six months,
and his lawyer, Phillip Zern,
is using the insanity defense,
which is...
Can you believe that Bethel's trying
to pretend he's nuts?
You're gonna do 50 years
hard time, Bernie!
Uh, does he think the TV can hear him?
At this point,
it's a strong possibility.
Here's Bethel's brother Daniel,
just outside the courthouse
earlier today:
I'd like to express
my deepest sympathies
to the Hansen family.
It's all very tragic,
and our family is dedicated
to finding answers
to my brother's condition.
And now let's turn
to our exclusive interview...
Shut up, shut up.
...who broke this case
wide open.
Detective Lassiter,
take me step by step
through your investigation.
What the hell?
There better be a massive pileup.
With casualties.
...Bernie Bethel case,
in what I can only describe
as a stunning victory
for the defendant...
No.
...just found Bethel
not guilty
by reason of insanity.
No!
This is an absolute travesty
of justice.
I am as outraged by it as you.
I busted my ass to nail this guy,
and now he gets to stay
in a cushy mental hospital,
talking about his feelings,
instead of rotting in prison,
busting rocks and building
the cross-country railroad.
Wow, they can sentence you
to go back in time?
Lassie's right.
That hospital is more like
a resort than a jail.
And only people with serious
connections and money
can get in.
It's also a huge account.
Man, if I could supply just
their chlordiazepoxide needs,
my numbers would explode.
Now is not the time.
It's always time for business, Shawn.
Carlton, you ran
a flawless investigation,
but now that Bethel
has been sentenced,
he can't be tried for the same crime.
It sucks, but there's nothing
else we can do.
Refuse to accept it.
And I do.
I refuse to accept it.
Nor do I.
Spencer, why are you even here?
I am here to try and right
this terrible wrong.
I don't need your help on this.
What I need is for you
to stay out of it.
You weren't even on the case.
Well, maybe I should've been.
And what does that mean?
O'Hara, I understand that
Bethel cannot be tried twice
for the same m*rder.
However, now he's committed
another crime:
He's pretending to be crazy.
Lassie, your theory
is ridiculous and farfetched.
Why would someone possibly
pretend to be insane?
So he doesn't have to go to prison.
Sold.
Look, I would love nothing
more than to prove
that Bethel is a fraud,
but how do we do that?
The chief sends me undercover
into the psychiatric institution,
where I gather evidence
to prove he's a fraud,
so we can overturn his sentence
and send him to prison.
You interviewed him three times
during the investigation.
He knows what you look like.
I'll grow a beard
and wear nothing but tweed.
Carlton, the man is a genius.
He managed to fool a jury.
I don't think he's gonna fall for you
dressed as Lord Kensington.
And even if he did,
the chief can't open an investigation
on a case that's closed.
Lassiter's instincts are good.
Bethel's ruse was easier
to keep up for a jury
than it will be 24/7
inside the hospital.
And Juliet, you are right.
The chief can't officially
sanction such an operation.
The good news is
as head of consultants,
I'm not bound
by the same restrictions.
Henry Spencer, I don't know
where you're going with this,
but I love it.
If I can get Vick to sign off
on an unofficial sting,
I've got a friend
in the mental health department
who, uh, owes me a favor.
Now, what we have to do
is come up with the right candidate
to send inside.
That's my daddy.
- No, absolutely not.
- I agree.
What?
Oh, come on, you guys.
I'm the perfect choice,
and you know it.
I didn't work the case.
Bethel never met me.
Shawn does have a way of, uh,
sensing the truth.
And he's the only one of us
who could actually pass
for someone in need
of institutionalization.
I'll take that as a compliment.
- I wouldn't.
- Lassiter.
Shawn's our best bet
at putting Bethel behind bars.
Damn it.
Fine, but this is still my case,
and I'm running this operation.
And I insist, when we are done,
he stays an extra 24 hours
for psychiatric evaluation.
- How 'bout 48?
- Done.
Ha!
I'm going in.
# 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? #
# ooh #
# 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 #
#
What if they don't let you out?
Oh, don't worry, Jules.
I have a keen understanding
for the inside
of mental hospitals.
Watching Girl, Interrupted six times
does not make you an expert.
No, but seven does.
Gus and I netflixed it again
last night.
What.
This is Dr. Abel Elliott.
"This place is
a fascist t*rture chamber!
Where's Lisa?
Where's Lisa?"
That was from the movie.
You two are the only ones
who get that.
Besides Winona Ryder.
Dr. Elliott is
the chief of staff
for the psychiatric hospital.
Doctor.
Burton Guster,
Central Coast Pharmaceuticals.
I'd love to talk to you
about your psychotropic needs.
Oh, my gosh.
Are those Laker tickets
in your pocket?
Dr. Elliott will be
Shawn's contact inside.
He's the only employee
privy to our operation.
Now, for security,
should any other staff
other than Dr. Elliott
try to make contact
with you or anybody else at SBPD,
we've never heard of Shawn.
I'm cooperating because Henry has
some very influential friends.
But I think it's extremely doubtful
that Bethel is a fraud.
He's been under my care now
for several weeks,
and if he's faking it,
then he's the best I've ever seen.
With all due respect,
Dr. E.,
I, too, am a man of science.
See, I'm a psychic.
A damn good one.
I'm so good it's stupid.
I'm stupid good.
- Shawn.
- My point is,
I'm quite certain
that Bethel is a fraud,
that he meant to k*ll Sheila Hansen,
and I'm gonna go in there
and prove it.
You have four days inside, kid,
during which time
you'll be required to blend in,
participate in group therapy,
and take meds.
I'm in charge of all pharmacology,
so I'll make sure all your pills
are sugar pills.
Sweet...literally.
Dr. Elliott has come up
with a cover diagnosis for you.
Your departmental profile suggests
that the closest psychological
identification for you
would be narcissistic
personality disorder.
It's handsome disease.
Our tech people put a hidden camera
in the potted plant in the library.
You'll be given an earpiece.
It's hooked up to a monitor
and a recording device
in the hospital basement,
where Lassiter and I will be.
All I gotta do is befriend Bethel,
get him to trust me,
and make sure he's
in front of that camera
when he exposes himself.
Right idea.
Wrong choice of words.
All right, let's get cracking, people.
The sooner we nail this bastard,
the sooner we can get him
behind real bars.
Uh, one last thing.
We're a little worried about you
being in there alone.
So for added security,
we're sending Gus in with you.
Oh, great idea.
That way I can be
with Dr. Elliott constantly.
Uh, my cover will be to land
the largest account
of my career
and go to a Lakers game.
Uh, actually, we've got
another job for you.
Really?
What's that?
Dude!
This place has electronic bidets.
It's like the Westin
for insane people.
Will you keep your voice down?
You're gonna blow our cover.
I'm glad you're having
a good time, Shawn,
because I'm sure as hell not.
I don't know what you're
complaining about.
You get to wear this sweet uniform.
Why do I have to be "Suggs"?
That's the only thing that would fit.
Besides, it's like "Gus" backwards.
You know I always have
your back, Shawn,
but this job is degrading.
I'm not too sure
how much longer I can...
What is it?
Hello.
I'm Gus.
And you are?
Vivienne.
Nice to meet you, Vivienne.
Really, dude, not here.
- I can cure her, Shawn.
- You can't...
Well, Vivienne.
Is there anything you need?
Some apple juice would be nice.
Right this way.
Don't worry, Bernie.
I'm gonna keep checking on you
every week.
Here's Bethel's brother Daniel,
just outside the courthouse
earlier today.
Uh, don't...
don't worry about it.
I'll bring more next time, okay?
Therapy will begin
in five minutes on the lawn.
Dude, are you smelling me?
It's a compulsion.
Ah, sort of like the, uh, scratching?
What scratching?
Who is this guy?
What's his story?
That's Longfellow.
He just got back
from the second floor.
What the hell happens
on the second floor?
What am I, your orientation advisor?
All I know is when you come back,
you can't remember your name,
much less what you had
for breakfast that morning.
Hey, man.
Oh, sorry.
I couldn't help but notice that, uh,
you're trying to quit smoking.
How'd you know that?
I'm the magic man.
Really?
I can tell you a lot more
about yourself, too.
You meet me after dinner
in the library.
I'm gonna bring dessert,
'cause I can tell
that you...
are a Skittles man.
You can get Skittles in here?
I can do anything.
I'd like to begin today's session
by introducing our newest member
to the group.
Shawn "Gthorndall".
It's pronounced "Thorndall".
It's a silent G.
Nurse McElroy, she has a mirror.
Didn't I tell you about mirrors?
What's his problem with mirrors?
He thinks they steal a person's soul.
- Um...
- You gotta stop scratching.
Would you just make her put it away?
I need you to calm down, Bernie.
Okay, let's talk this through.
You know I don't want
to have to call over the orderly
to restrain you.
Has he had his pill today?
He's been avoiding me all morning.
Get him one, please.
Your fear of mirrors
is not reality-based.
It's in your imagination.
Good.
Now let's get back to Shawn.
Tell us about yourself, Shawn.
Well, they tell me I've got
something called, uh,
narcissistic personality disorder.
But, uh, the truth is,
this lustrous hair and dimpled chin
are merely chapter one.
I'm a veritable cornucopia
of high-octane maladies,
such as outrageous
intelligence syndrome.
Huh?
And a little obsessive
successful disorder.
Goodness.
I've never encountered a patient
who suffers from so many
diseases that don't exist.
Well, they, uh,
they exist where I come from.
- And where is that?
- The future.
Yes, Wendell.
Shawn's full of it.
We're supposed to tell the truth here.
I don't expect you
to understand, Wendell.
I'm talking about form.
I'm talking about content.
We all know who the brownnoser
in the group is,
don't we?
I just think you like
listening to yourself talk.
Whoa.
You look way too together
to be in here.
Same robe everyone else has.
Uh, Shawn,
you better come up
with something quick.
You're about to get outed.
I'm plenty sick, Wendell!
Pill time, everybody!
It's pill time!
Pills, come get your pills!
- Orderly, restrain the patient.
- Yes, ma'am.
You can't catch me, McElroy!
I'm gonna keep doing this!
I'm gonna keep driving around
in circles
until I get hungry!
And then I'm gonna eat that fountain!
I'm like the ice cream man,
except I have barbiturates!
Ha!
You've only been here one day,
and they've already got you
in restraints?
Oh, come on.
Dr. Elliott's only making me
wear these mittens
to protect my cover.
That and I was concerned
Shawn really might be unstable.
Oh, you.
Pshhh!
Oh, my God.
This was my fear.
My worst nightmare is coming true.
Jules, relax.
I'm right as rain.
Besides, the doc said
I could take these things off
an hour ago.
Then why are you still wearing them?
The inner lining is so soft.
I think it's alpaca.
Maybe baby muskrat.
You gotta check this out.
- I don't want to, Shawn.
- You're gonna be sorry.
Fine.
Wow, they are supple.
Try it, Lassie.
Enough with the stupid mittens.
They are quite soft.
What progress have you made
with Bethel?
That dude is good.
Really good.
The way he ranted on about being
terrified of mirrors
almost convinced me
it was a real condition.
It is, which supports my belief
that Bernie is truly sick.
Fear of one's own reflection
is called eisoptrophobia.
Ooh, someone knows their stuff.
Then you must also be familiar
with multiple personality disorder.
Oh, yeah.
That's what Vivienne suffers from.
You know Vivienne,
the patient you've been
inappropriately flirting with?
Oh, doc, Gus can't help himself.
He's got a weakness for crazy chicks.
The last woman I was interested in
turned out to be a m*rder*r.
Oh, by the way, can I get those
Laker tickets back?
No.
I'm telling you, Bethel is a genius.
He's very well researched.
He's acquired a whole bunch
of phobias for himself.
Fear of loud noises, fear of crowds,
fear of saxophones.
It's all bogus.
Spencer!
Yeah.
Don't worry, man.
I'm gonna get this guy
to confess on camera
right after dinner.
I just need one thing
to close this deal.
It is vitally important.
What's that?
Earpiece check, earpiece check.
Spencer, we've been waiting here
for an hour and a half.
I think Bernie's
a no-show.
Spencer, you're talking
to the wrong plant.
I thought for sure
that the Skittles would...
Still talking to the wrong...
It's the one on the table.
The table.
Lights out in 15 minutes.
We'll have to pick this up
in the morning.
Oh, damn it.
Shawn.
Shawn, wake up.
Wake up.
Mmmm.
Hey, man.
Oh, I was getting the best sleep
I've had in years.
It's like these sheets
are woven from strands
of warm springtime sunbeams.
What are you up to?
I've been busy cleaning up
after these slobs.
I'm sorry, Shawn,
but insanity is no excuse
for not having the decency
to hang up your own towel.
- Hmm.
- But listen.
As I was heading towards the laundry,
I just saw Bethel
sneaking out of his room,
heading towards the kitchen.
Come on, man.
He probably just wants a snack.
Or trying to escape.
Come on!
Hey, there.
Hello, Vivienne.
Who's Vivienne?
I'm Frank.
Frank?
Plumber from Lodi.
Hey, you wanna come in?
Got the game on.
Um, no, thank you.
But if you see Vivienne,
can you tell her Gus stopped by?
Hey, where you going?
Let me ask you something.
If a dude kisses a crazy woman
who thinks she's a dude,
is that the same thing as a dude
kissing a crazy dude?
That's the most ridiculous thing
you've ever asked me.
And yes.
All right, then.
Use both.
Both of them.
- Okay, that's weird.
- It is.
It is, Shawn.
What is he doing to the fridge?
I don't know.
Why would Bethel do something insane
when there's no one around to see it?
Both of them.
Both of them.
Gus, there is one thing
we have yet to consider.
What is that, Shawn?
What if Bernie isn't faking it at all?
Guys, I am getting some very
strong psychic vibrations
that we need to at least consider
the possibility that Bernie
is legitimately insane.
What?
Are you sensing something else?
No, no, just some water
stuck in my ear
from this morning's free swim.
- They have a pool here?
- Heated.
And a gym with full nautilus.
And a music room.
And a leather tooling class.
Spoiler alert:
I'm making you a wallet.
Oh, my God.
This is worse than my nightmare.
You like it here.
I never thought you would
stoop so low, Spencer.
Excuse me?
You just can't stand
to see me winning, can you?
It galls you so much that I
solved the Bethel m*rder
without any help from you,
you're gonna throw
a monkey wrench into my case.
Look, Lassie,
I admit I have taken great joy
in watching you fail in the past,
numerous times.
68, to be exact.
But this isn't one of them, man.
I truly believe
that Bernie is deranged.
- Guster, you were there.
- Huh?
You were there.
What did you see?
Man, I don't know what I saw.
Yes, you do.
Look, all I know is I had to give
an uncooperative Cherokee
a sponge bath this morning.
So the only person around here
who I know is crazy is me
for allowing myself
to get roped into this nonsense.
Lassie, give me a chance
to prove to you
that Bernie is disturbed.
I'll get him into that library
in an hour,
and if I am wrong,
you can shove it in my face
and mush it around for months.
I do enjoy watching you
make an ass of yourself.
The possibility of getting it on video
is too good to pass up.
All right.
You've got one hour.
Bernie, buddy,
I give you a rainbow.
Ohhh.
Told you, man.
Look at all those Skittles.
Whoo, why don't we come over here
and rest those dogs?
Ooh.
Ooh, yeah.
Ohhh, yeah.
Look at all those Skittles, man.
Yeah.
Spencer, move the camera to the right.
What's, uh, what's your favorite, uh,
what's your favorite flavor
there, Bern?
It's too close.
Can you pull it back?
- Well, I like grape.
- Yeah?
- And I like...
- No, no.
No, move it back to the left.
And I like orange.
Just a little bit.
Can you move it back?
- And I like cherry.
- No.
Yeah, okay, perfect.
Just stop touching it.
And orange.
Yeah, that's pretty much
all of them, man.
No.
Lemon.
I gotta tell you, Bernie,
I believe wholeheartedly
that you are insane.
All right?
Cuckoo.
Six fat, sweet nuts to the wind.
But there are people that don't.
And because of that,
I need you to help me help you.
- Okay.
- Okay?
Okay.
You just...
you keep eating,
and we're gonna play a game.
What I like to call...
boom!
Bernie...
Hmm?
What's going on, man?
Why aren't you freaking out?
- I'm not afraid.
- What?
- Isn't that great?
- No.
It's not great.
- I knew it!
- This is not great.
- Do you see that?
- Spencer, what are you doing?
Turn the camera back to Bernie.
- Is the new Twilight book in?
- Not now, Frank.
What's up, girl?
Where you been?
It just doesn't make any sense.
Why would he all of a sudden
start acting sane?
Face it, Spencer, you got played.
Bethel pulled one over on you.
I told you he was a genius.
But on the plus side,
this just means that I am
one step closer to proving
that I was right and he's a fake.
And one, and two,
and you're a branch
reaching up to the sky.
- Hey, Bernie.
- Yeah?
I was right about you
trying to quit smoking,
and I was dead-on
about the Skittles,
so you know I'm the real deal.
Right now, I'm sensing
the cops are about
to figure out that you're a fake,
so if you want my help,
you better come clean right now.
Shawn, I am not a fake.
I really haven't been right
these last few years.
It's why I never left the house.
Now, for the first time
in a long time,
I'm starting to
feel like myself again.
There you are, Bernie.
It's time for your pill.
Orderly...
I'd very much like to do a cannonball.
What...what are you doing?
How long does it take for
anti-psychotic dr*gs to kick in?
About two weeks.
How long has Bethel
been institutionalized?
- Two weeks.
- That's it.
He's sane because
his meds have kicked in.
Maybe he wants you
to think his medication
isn't working,
when in fact there was never
anything wrong with him
in the first place.
Now stay here!
Come on, everyone.
Reach out and grab that air.
D-don't worry about it,
I'll bring them next time.
He even put the crime scene
photos above the punch bowl.
- Bernie.
- Yeah?
Why don't you open your left hand?
I can't, I have degenerative
arthritis in that hand.
- Since when?
- Since the last few years.
What?
Are you telling me
you haven't been able to use
your left hand for a few years?
No.
That means you couldn't have
strangled Sheila Hanson.
That's evidence.
That could've exonerated you.
Why didn't that come out in court?
Did your lawyer know
about your arthritic condition?
The last few years have been a blur.
And during the trial,
I was at my worst.
I couldn't say or do
anything to help myself.
And people had to make
all my decisions for me.
Man, I think he's telling the truth.
How do you know he's not conning you?
How do you know he can't
use his left hand for sure?
Well, there's only one way
to find out, isn't there?
Hmm.
Hey, Bernie.
- Yeah?
- Do me a favor.
Hold onto this, would you?
Thanks.
Agh!
Oh!
Oh, God!
Oh!
- Oh!
- Bernie.
God. Oh.
Oh, man.
Bern, you're all right, man?
That didn't go the way
you saw in your head, did it?
Yeah, completely.
Orderly, restrain that patient.
I-I didn't...
it was an accident!
- You know the drill.
- No!
No!
N'ah! Ah!
Ow. Ow. Ow.
Are you kidding?
Never took my side, ever.
I remember once, a tree fell over,
smashed into the garage
during a storm.
He told me it was my fault
'cause I wasn't fully committed
to the pruning process.
- Excuse you.
- We need to get outta here.
I happen to be making
some serious progress here.
They just released Bethel
from the infirmary.
But I love my dad.
It's about time.
I'm sequestered for two days
for what, a little foot fracture?
- Hey, Vivienne.
- Hey, Gus.
I can see you have not
heeded Dr. Elliot's warnings
- about seeing Vivienne.
- I like her, Shawn.
And no, the relationship
is not perfect.
- Relationship.
- I mean, sometimes,
in the middle of a sentence
she turns into a dude.
But you know what?
Frank is very interesting.
Did you know that
he's a Gulf w*r veteran?
Did you know that
you are quite possibly
the worst orderly of all time?
I'll take that as a compliment.
You really shouldn't.
You're...no, you're...
no, no.
Bernie, you need to take your pill.
- Mm-mm.
- Now come on.
- This is what makes you better.
- No.
Take the pill.
Put out your hand.
What the hell is going on?
Why is Bethel back to being crazy?
Take your pill, Bernie.
Gus...it's a different pill.
It's blue, but the edges are square.
Now what would happen
if they gave Bernie new meds
the last couple days
that had the reverse effects
of the ones that were making him stable?
It could result in psychotic behavior.
There you go.
Drink that down.
Very good.
I think someone in here
wants to keep Bernie incoherent.
Who?
I'm in charge of all pharmacology,
so I'll make sure
you'll only get sugar pills.
Dr. Elliot.
He's in charge of medication.
- It must be him.
- Why would Elliot want Bethel
to stay insane?
That doesn't make any sense.
He's the one who put Bethel
on the original dose,
why would he wanna
reverse the process?
He wouldn't.
Unless someone
was paying him to do it.
Someone with a motive
to keep Bernie unstable.
And what would
that someone's motive be?
- I don't know yet.
- Just stay right here.
Come on.
Okay, wait.
Orderly!
- Can I get some help over here?
- No, no, no!
Better do what she says.
- No, no, no.
- Gotta maintain our cover
until I can figure this out.
I'll go confront Elliot and
figure out who he's working for.
What are you doing?
I got this, Shawn.
Calm down, and nobody gets hurt.
Aw, man.
Ooh.
- Where's Shawn?
- Still at the hospital.
- Why did you leave him?
- I was fired,
and immediately
escorted off the property.
Fired for what?
Well, after I helped
nurse McElroy calm down Bethel,
I ran into Vivienne,
and one thing led to another,
and before you know it,
we were holding hands.
And then somebody ratted us out.
I have a feeling
it was that weasel Wendell,
but I can't rule out Frank.
Where's Spencer?
- Still at the hospital.
- Why? His four days are up.
Shawn figured out
that somebody's been tampering
with Bethel's medication
to make him stay disturbed.
Probably Dr. Elliot.
He also proved that Bethel
has arthritis in his left hand.
Meaning he couldn't possibly
have strangled Sheila Hanson.
And we're supposed
to believe...any of this?
Wait, wait, wait, if he has arthritis,
why didn't that come out in the trial?
That's what Shawn asked him.
But Bethel said
that he was in such a fog
that he can't remember whether
he told his attorney or not.
Well, we have to talk to that lawyer.
I mean, if there's
even a remote possibility
that he withheld evidence that
could've exonerated his client,
we have to at least question him.
- Mm-hmm.
- Fine, I'll get my jacket.
And when you see Shawn,
will you tell him to call me asap?
What's going on here?
Wh-what happened?
We found you in a restricted
area, passed out on the floor.
Yeah, somebody hit me in the head.
It's right after I found
Dr. Elliot dead in his office.
Dr. Elliot's not dead.
He's not even in his office.
He must be at lunch.
What?
No.
No, no, no.
That can't be.
I-I-I saw him.
He was bashed over the head.
It was...it was ugly.
Why...?
First you were observed
talking to a potted plant.
Now you're seeing dead hospital staff?
I'm recommending that
your diagnosis be changed
to include paranoid, delusional.
Par...no!
No, I'm not paranoid.
I'm not even crazy.
Look, listen, my real name
is Shawn Spencer.
Okay?
I am a psychic detective
working undercover
for the S.B.P.D.
- Oh, really?
- Yes, really.
I'm here with my associate Gus.
He's pretending to
be an orderly named Suggs.
I see.
But he's psychic as well?
No, he's not psy...
he's a pharmaceutical salesman.
But he helps me solve crimes, okay?
Oh, and he drives a blueberry.
Ooh, he drives a piece of fruit.
Well, that's very interesting.
We're gonna need to get him
on some stronger meds.
No, no, no, no, I...
Gus is real, all right?
I'll take you to him.
He's probably flirting
with that hot chick, Vivienne.
Who, you know, thinks she's
a plumber named Frank sometimes.
Okay, we're just gonna keep
you here a little bit longer.
No, no, hey!
You gotta listen to me.
Call Henry Spencer
at the S.B.P.D!
He'll confirm everything!
Get me outta here!
Thank you.
Knock, knock.
Sorry to interrupt your meeting,
Mr. Zurn, Mr. Bethel.
Need to ask
a few questions about Bernie.
Questions?
What kind of questions?
My God, has something
happened to my brother?
No, no.
No, he's fine.
Actually, he's insane.
Or not.
It's hard to tell at this point.
Mr. Zurn, did Bethel tell
you that he had severe arthritis
in his left hand, making it impossible
for him to have
strangled Sheila Hanson?
There's something wrong
with Bernie's hand?
And you knew about it, and you
didn't bring it up in his trial?
He complained a little about it.
But Bernie was always
such a complainer.
Had I realized his hand was that bad,
I would've gone
for a not guilty verdict.
So based on what
you're saying, detectives,
Bernie may be innocent?
It's a...possibility
we're looking into.
I can't believe you
weren't more thorough, Phillip.
I did everything
in my power to save Bernie.
Obviously, you didn't.
I'm starting to wonder
what it is he's been paying
you to do all these years.
All these years?
How long's Bernie been a client?
He's handled all my brother's business
and legal interests for ten years.
Mr. Bethel, may I ask you
to go outside, please?
So you're saying that Zurn
handles all Bernie's affairs?
My brother's Phillip's only client.
Strange, you don't
normally expand your business
after losing your only client.
Now that your brother's
been institutionalized,
who controls his fortune?
It's in trust.
What the hell?
Thank God!
Dude.
How did you find me?
I was cleaning out my locker
when Vivienne saw me
and told me where you were.
Wait, you are still Vivienne, right?
- Who else would I be, silly?
- Just checkin'.
You see me strapped in over here.
Oh, yeah.
What are you saying, you got fired?
Yeah.
And I was like, "Oh, man!"
Not my job!
Not my job!"
- But it didn't matter.
- Well, I have even worse news.
- What's that?
- Doc Elliot's dead.
- What?
- He was m*rder*d.
He obviously wasn't tampering
with Bethel's medication,
but he must've known who in here was.
And when he confronted that person...
They k*lled him
to cover up their tracks.
and we need to get to Bethel!
Oh, oh, hide.
- Where's he taking Bethel?
- I...
All I know is when you come back
you can't remember your name,
much less what you'd
had for breakfast that morning.
Second floor.
That's where they give electric shock.
Oh, no, Gus.
If they pump Bernie with enough volts,
could they completely
wipe out his memory?
It's possible.
That means he won't be
able to say, much less prove,
that he didn't k*ll Sheila Hanson.
We need to help him.
Yeah, we need to get Jules
and Lassie on the phone ASAP.
Come on, man, they're
not gonna get here in time.
We need a distraction now.
I've got one.
# Hey, Collins! #
Dude...
Frank is stacked.
Just for the record,
I did not ask her to do that.
Wanna help me do my laundry?
Dude, let's go.
All right.
As near as I can tell,
Zurn does not have power of
attorney over Bethel's trust.
So these office improvements
are not coming out
of Bernie's bank account.
Unless he made
arrangements for his cohort
inside the hospital to
be the one signing the checks.
The cohort who was
tampering with Bethel's pills
to keep him unstable.
When's the last time
you spoke with Dr. Elliot?
Six hours ago.
And I just checked my messages,
there was nothing from Elliot.
Shawn was going to talk to him.
Do you think he's Zurn's insider?
It's possible.
If he is, he could be dangerous.
Much as I hate to say it,
it's time to get Spencer
out of the looney bin.
Hello?
Right.
Okay.
That was the mental hospital.
Shawn just broke Bethel out.
That's your boyfriend.
I know.
Hello, Burton Guster.
Gus, what the hell is going on?
- Hold on, Juliet.
- Ah.
- Hey, Jules.
- Where are you?
What, we've stopped for smoothies.
Three pineapple Razzmatazz's,
and a sanity boost
for my buddy over there.
I don't have any American dollars.
Shawn, what the hell
were you thinking?
You broke a convicted m*rder*r
out of a mental institution.
Spencer...
Oh, man.
I am gonna relish watching you
strung up for this one.
But right now
we need to work together.
O'Hara and I think that
Bethel's attorney's the one
working with the insider
to tamper with Bethel's meds.
Well, I can tell you
it isn't Dr. Elliot.
He's dead.
May he rest in peace.
What?
Elliot's dead.
Yeah, don't worry.
I know who the insider is.
Who is it?
Matter of fact,
we're headed there right now.
Hello, McElroy.
We're giving the orders now.
It's time for group therapy.
I'd like to start
today's session by introducing
- the newest member of our group.
- Ah.
Miss Lavender McElroy.
Lavender?
Really?
My parents were hippies.
- Evil hippies.
- Aren't they all?
- You know that's right.
- Always setting stuff on fire.
- "Accidentally."
- So tell us about yourself,
Lavender.
More specifically, how
you were paid by Phillip Zurn
- to alter Bernie's meds.
- Mm.
Maybe how Dr. Elliot
found out about it,
and you k*lled him.
Or that you signed the order
to send Bernie here
through electroshock therapy
- to zap his memory.
- Okay, I admit
that I was paid to change
Bernie's dosage
and to give him E.C.T.,
but I did not k*ll Dr. Elliot.
I swear.
And as far as this Zurn person goes...
I've never even heard of him.
Then who are you working for?
Here's Bethel's brother, Daniel,
just outside the courthouse...
I wanted to express
my deepest sympathies
to the Hanson family.
Don't worry, Bernie,
I'm gonna keep
checking on you every week.
Gus...
What?
- Bernie was never faking.
- What?
His brother Daniel was.
He was just pretending
to feel sorry for the victims.
What are you talking about?
You two should've
stayed at the hospital.
How the hell did he get in?
You were supposed
to check the house, Shawn.
I wasn't checking the house.
You knew I was waiting over
there to scare her.
It's all your fault.
Well, now I can see it all.
Younger, much less successful sibling,
covets his big bro's gazillions.
In Bernie's addled state,
you convinced him
to let you have power of attorney.
But then his girlfriend,
Sheila Hanson, figured that out,
and you k*lled her...
And pinned it on poor Bernie.
And everything was
going according to plan,
until your cohort, Lavender here,
told you that his meds
were making him sane.
So you had her switch it up.
And then Dr. Elliot found out,
and threatened to go to the police.
Get the hell
out of my office right now!
Get out!
- Ugh!
- And then you k*lled him.
I never wanted to hurt my brother.
But now, thanks to you,
I'm gonna have to.
Everybody in the corner.
- I knew.
- This is your fault.
- I knew.
- This is your fault, Shawn.
No!
No, please!
Please, don't!
He's got a whole bunch
of phobias for himself.
Fear of loud noises, fear
of crowds, fear of saxophones.
Please, don't!
No!
No!
Bernie, shut up.
Shut up!
Make it stop!
Ugh! No!
No!
- Would you shut up?
- No, no!
Make him stop!
Make him stop!
- Don't move!
- Turn it off!
All right, Bernie, all right.
Turn it off!
Wait, wait, wait.
Not yet, Shawn.
My favorite part is coming up.
- What?
- Turn it off!
What are you telling me?
That you're a Kenny G. fan?
A little bit, yes.
This song.
I gotta be honest, I've never
minded this song either.
So you know that's right.
- It's really, really smooth.
- Groove to it, Shawn.
I don't know about grooving, Gus.
Make it stop!
Ah!
Turn it off!
Turn it off!
Ooh, ooh.
- Oh, yeah.
- Turn it off!
Turn it off!
I'm sorry you're leaving, Gus.
It's okay, Viv.
At least your medication's
finally working.
- You're getting better.
- They say I was suffering
from multiple personality disorder,
and sometimes I thought I was a man.
Yep.
His name was Frank.
A w*r veteran.
Good guy.
Shawn...
I wanna thank you
for everything you've done for me.
You too, detectives.
Both of you, thank you.
Well, we've got more
good news, Bernie.
But since this is Lassie's case,
I'm gonna let him do the honors.
Your sentence has been repealed.
And you're finally
gonna get the care you need.
Thank you.
You know,
there's no reason to thank me
for helping you
solve this case, Lassie.
But now would be
a great time to thank me.
Spencer, if you're
looking for recognition
just do what normal people do
and throw yourself a party.
Oh, I shall.
And this time there will be a pony.
You know, I'm in
no hurry to leave this place.
It's nice here.
Life is simple.
Don't you think?
It really is, isn't it, Bernie?
Mm-hmm.
- Shawn.
- Yeah?
- We're going.
- Okay.
- See you, Bern.
- Don't you think?
Yeah, whatever.
06x06 - Shawn Interrupted
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