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23 February 2013 @ 07:23 pm
Transcript: 2x05 And Down the Stretch Comes Murder  



1987

STREET, DAY

SHAWN and GUS are running down the street along with some other boys like they are all being chased. “I Ran” by Flock of Seagulls plays over the sequence.

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY, DAY

The boys run into the hall screaming. GUS and SHAWN duck around the corner and hide in an alcove behind a row of lockers.

SHAWN:
Do you think he saw us?

GUS shrieks in terror.

JIMMY:
(grabs them by the shoulder) What up, dipwads?

JIMMY is a large boy, the epitome of a bully.

GUS:
Oh, no, Jimmy Nickles!

JIMMY manhandles them to the front of the lockers.

JIMMY:
Gimme the money.

SHAWN:
Actually, we didn't bring it today.

GUS:
(digs into his pocket) Here you go. (gives JIMMY money)

SHAWN:
Gus!

JIMMY:
Give it up, Spencer. Or I'll shove a Jimmy Nickle sandwich right in your grill!

GUS:
I think it's a knuckle sandwich.

JIMMY makes a lunge towards GUS who whimpers and tries to press himself against the lockers. JIMMY then turns to SHAWN.

SHAWN:
Okay, okay. (takes money from pocket and gives it to JIMMY)

JIMMY:
And from the KangaROOS?

SHAWN bends over and takes a bill from the small pocket on the side of his sneakers and gives it to JIMMY.

JIMMY:
See you tomorrow, butt munches. It's sloppy joes and tater tots. (leaves)

SHAWN:
You know, Gus, one of these days, we're gonna stand up to Jimmy Nickles.

GUS:
Yeah, I think I'll stay home sick that day.

The school bell rings.

PRESENT DAY

INT. PSYCH OFFICE, DAY

GUS saunters into the office to find SHAWN already there, lounging on a chair, feet on the table.

SHAWN:
It's about time. Sit down, I have troubling news.

GUS:
You forgot to TiVo America's Next Top Model, didn't you? Why is it so hard to set the Season Pass?

SHAWN:
It's not Top Model related.

GUS:
What is it?

SHAWN:
Jimmy Nicholas called.

GUS:
Jimmy Nickles called us? From where? Prison?

SHAWN:
I don't think so. It didn't sound like it. What does prison sound like? Is there singing?

GUS:
Shawn!

SHAWN:
I don't know. He left a message.

GUS:
Don't you dare return that call.

SHAWN:
I don't need to. He's coming here in five minutes.

GUS looks around nervously and shuts the door.

GUS:
Jimmy Nickles coming here? In five minutes?

SHAWN:
Yeah.

GUS:
We can handle this. We can handle this. I'm gonna go print out a fake foreclosure notice and stick it on the front door. And then we both can go outside and scrape the "psych" sign off the front window.

SHAWN:
Gus, I think we can afford to relax a little bit. He said he wants to talk, and by "talk" I hope he means talk, not my head in a toilet.

GUS goes to his desk and opens his laptop.

GUS:
He's gonna try and kill us.

SHAWN:
He's not gonna kill us. Right? I mean, people change. We haven't seen him since the fifth grade.

GUS:
I don't need to see him, Shawn. Some people are just born evil. The kid from The Omen, the Children of the Corn, Chad Michael Murray. (turns and sees a row of lockers) What is this?

SHAWN:
(stands and goes to lockers) Ooh, ebay! Auto bid! 600 bucks plus a penny. The penny's a trick. I got in a full-on bidding war with a Montessori school.

GUS:
What do we need a locker in the office for?

SHAWN:
First of all, I have nowhere to put my sociology text book. And... (opens first two lockers) Chicka-Chickahh!

Inside the door of each locker are taped publicity shots of Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas from “Miami Vice”. SHAWN strikes the same pose as Don Johnson.

GUS:
You always gotta hit it right on the nose, don't you? Why couldn't I be Crockett? (walks back to desk)

SHAWN:
Because, Gus. You stood in front of the entire third grade class and said, "When I grow up, I wanna be Philip Michael Thomas."

GUS:
Well, you said you wanted to be the mascot for the Milwaukee Brewers.

SHAWN:
Dude, he's the biggest sausage in the world.

GUS:
Why is Jimmy Nickles coming here, Shawn? How big is he now?

SHAWN:
I don't know!

GUS:
Why couldn't you be a real psychic?

There’s a knock on the door. They look over in panic.

JIMMY:
(muffled) Hey, you guys in there?

SHAWN:
Oh, God, that's him.

GUS:
(reaches into locker and pulls out a small bat) He's not getting my lunch money, I'll tell you that much.

SHAWN:
Great, you can terrify him with your Wally Joyner mini-bat.

GUS:
Open the door.

SHAWN goes to the door. GUS follows, holding the bat like a weapon. SHAWN opens the door and looks out just seeing the top of someone’s head. He looks down and there’s JIMMY, all 5’2” of him.

JIMMY:
What up, boys?

SHAWN:
(looks at GUS and whispers) That's a good call with the mini-bat.

Embarrassed, GUS hides the bat behind his back.

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PSYCH

“And Down the Stretch Comes Murder”
By
Josh Bycel

STARRING:
James Roday
Dulé Hill
Timothy Omundson
Maggie Lawson
And
Corbin Bernsen

DIRECTOR
Michael Zinberg

**********************************************************************


INT. PSYCH OFFICE, DAY

JIMMY stands in the doorway, hands on hips.

JIMMY:
You D-bags gonna let me in or what?

SHAWN:
D- bags? Yeah, come on in, Jim.

JIMMY enters the room and fakes a lunge at GUS with a grunt. GUS flinches. JIMMY laughs.

SHAWN:
Way not to be scared, flincher.

GUS:
I didn't flinch. You know I have a caffeine tic.

JIMMY:
Look at this place. Video games, lockers. You two haven't grown up at all, huh?

SHAWN:
And you haven't grown up. Up. At all.

GUS:
Jimmy, as glad as we are to see you, what are you doing here?

JIMMY:
What do you think I'm doing here, barf beetle? I came to take your lunch money. Hand it over!

GUS looks nervously at SHAWN. JIMMY laughs at them. As he turns around, GUS lunges at him with the bat, but SHAWN pulls him back by the arm.

JIMMY:
I'm just messing around. Actually, I'm in town for, uh, work.

SHAWN:
(sees hair on JIMMY’S shirt and mud on his shoes) I'm sensing... You became a jockey.

JIMMY:
(affronted) A jockey? Yeah, one of the best jockeys. Yeah, I won most of my races. Till this stupid Santa Barbara meet started. Now I'm on some ridiculous losing streak. The last three favorites I've ridden have all lost. And I know it wasn't something I did. I started to lose all my best mounts.

GUS:
Mounts?

JIMMY:
Horses, Guster. What's wrong with you?

JIMMY turns his back and GUS goes for him with the bat yet again. SHAWN holds him back.

SHAWN:
Look, uh, Jimmy, what is it exactly you'd like for us to do?

JIMMY:
Well, uh, one of our friends from our old school told me about your company. Even though it sounds kinda gay, I thought I could hire you to come down to the track and maybe, uh, psychically figure out what's wrong with the horses.

GUS:
(brings the bat out from behind his back and uses it to emphasize his argument) Okay, first of all, you ride on the back of mounts while carrying a whip. That's much gayer than what we do.

JIMMY turns his head and GUS looks in the same direction, seeing the “Miami Vice” pictures.

GUS:
Either way, we're busy right now. So I don't think we'll be able to...

SHAWN:
We'll take the case.

GUS glares at SHAWN.

JIMMY:
I thought so. All right, meet me at the track at 2:00. And as far as anyone else knows, you guys are just some really good old friends. Got it, dill holes?

SHAWN:
(chuckles) Got it. You can count on us dill holes. Good-bye, Jim. (closes the door behind JIMMY)

GUS:
Are you crazy?

SHAWN:
I wouldn't say crazy. Maybe an eccentric who looks good in jeans. Come on, Gus, you're not actually still afraid of Jimmy Nickles, are you? (sits at desk)

GUS:
We're not helping that little monster, Shawn. Period.

SHAWN:
Okay, so Jimmy's still a jerk. We can see that. But the truth is... I feel like I owe him.

GUS:
For what?! If anything, he owes us for 170 lunches. You know, I added that up once, and with inflation, that's, like, $1,800.

SHAWN:
Look, do you remember when Jimmy got kicked out of school in the fifth grade?

GUS:
For killing a teacher?

SHAWN:
For hitting Miss Lepky with a spitball. She fell and got hurt.

GUS:
Same difference. She could've very well have been killed.

SHAWN:
It was me who ratted him out, Gus.

GUS:
(shocked) You did that? Why didn't you ever tell me?

SHAWN:
You don't know all my secrets. I'm a man of untold mysteries. If he found out, he'd come back and gnaw off one of my toes.

GUS:
Ratting out Jimmy Nickles? That's suicidal.

SHAWN:
I thought I saw him do it, and I told Principal Tropp, because he said he wasn't gonna let the class go until somebody gave him a name.

GUS:
And what? You just had to get home?

SHAWN:
Dude, CHiP’s was gonna come on in, like, 20 minutes. What was I supposed to do? It was the one with the freeway crash. Where the car used the empty car carrier trailer as a ramp and flipped in mid-air.

GUS:
That happens in every episode, Shawn.

SHAWN:
I was under a lot of pressure.

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FLASHBACK

INT. CLASSROOM, DAY

The children are sitting at their desks, head down, as TROPP walks up and down the rows. As he passes, SHAWN slips him a note. TROPP walks to the front of the classroom and opens the note. It reads: “Jimmy Nickles did it! Your hair looks great”. TROPP smiles, walks over to JIMMY at his desk and bends over.

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INT. PSYCH OFFICE, DAY

GUS is now doing repetitions with a barbell.

GUS:
A)</i> I always knew you were a kiss-ass. B)</i> Who cares? So Jimmy got kicked out. It was the best day of my life. I could finally wear underwear to school again.

SHAWN:
(leans against GUS’ desk holding squeaky frog) I don't know, Gus. I always sort of felt like I got the wrong guy. I'll never forget the look on Jimmy's face when they hauled him out of class that day.

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FLASHBACK

INT. CLASSROOM, DAY

The children still have their heads down as JIMMY is taken out of class. SHAWN and a few others tilt their heads and watch.

JIMMY:
I didn't do it! I promise, I didn't do it!

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EXT. PSYCH OFFICE, DAY

SHAWN and GUS step out of the office and walk towards the Echo.

SHAWN:
Look, after Jimmy got kicked out of school, there were all these stories about what happened to him. He ran away from home, he got thrown in juvenile hall, moved to a small town in Kansas where they outlawed singing and dancing.

GUS:
That last one is Footloose.

SHAWN:
That's a coincidence. The point is, Jimmy's life changed that day, and I feel like I gotta make it up to him. Who knows, Gus, I might've stunted the kid's growth.

GUS:
I don't know, Shawn. We're talking about the same dude who made Aaron Rencher eat his own retainer.

SHAWN:
All right, how about this...We take the case, right? We prove, for all the Aaron Renchers of the world, we are no longer afraid of Jimmy Nickles.

GUS:
All right, fine. But if we take this case, we're gonna overcharge him by $1,800.

SHAWN:
Done.

They get in the car.

EXT. RACE TRACK, PADDOCK, DAY

SHAWN is resting his hand on the forehead of a horse, Runaway ?, eyes closed. He neighs. GUS and JIMMY watch.

SHAWN:
He doesn't like the oats. Or the alfalfa pellets. They're too chewy for pellets. Pellets should be crunchy. They should have a natural crunch to them. (neighs) Also, the donkey in stable 11 is a pathological liar.

JIMMY:
This is idiotic.

SHAWN:
Look, it takes a while for the connection to take hold, Jimmy. Runny D. And I are just feeling each other out here. (strokes horse’s mane)

JIMMY:
Whatever. I gotta go lose five pounds before the next race. You got half an hour to figure out what's going on.

JIMMY enters the locker room and GUS walks over to SHAWN.

SHAWN:
What do you think, Runny D.?

GUS:
I'll tell you what he's thinking. He's thinking, "I hate Jimmy. He pulled my shorts down in front of Jenny Scarlatos in the cafeteria."

SHAWN:
Are you channeling the horse? Or a little boy with a tight fade who used to wear his OPs without a drawstring?

GUS:
The horse, Shawn. I didn't have a tight fade in the third grade.

They hear a wolf whistle and turn to see a tall blonde woman in a short red halter dress being followed by a jockey. She turns at the whistle and smiles.

WOMAN:
Hey!

JOCKEY:
What’s up?

WOMAN:
(takes JOCKEY’S hand) How are you?

SHAWN sees a wedding band on her finger. She looks around nervously, realizing they’re in public, and walks away.

SHAWN:
That's interesting.

GUS turns to see what SHAWN is looking at and they both watch as the woman gets into a BMW convertible.

EXT. RACE TRACK, TRACK, DAY

SHAWN and GUS walk towards the track rail.

SHAWN:
This place is weird and borderline depressing. I mean, who are these people? Who actually comes here?

HENRY:
Well, well, well. This I never thought I'd see.

HENRY is wearing a loud and garish Hawaiian-style shirt.

SHAWN:
Wow, Dad. Tell me you're wearing that shirt because someone has to spot you from space.

HENRY:
Very funny, Shawn. This happens to be one of my lucky track shirts.

GUS:
I like it.

SHAWN:
I'd like it too, if I had to walk home in the dark.

A MAN near HENRY’S age came over. He was wearing an open button-down shirt over a T-shirt. He also had a thick gold chain necklace. His hair was receding in front but longer in the back.

MAN:
Henry. This your kid? Hey, kid. Phil "The Thrill" Shershow. (shakes SHAWN’S hand)

SHAWN:
Shawn. This is Burton "Oil Can" Guster.

PHIL:
(shakes GUS’ hand) Good to meetcha. Hey, Henry tell ya for 20 years, I been handicapping horses?

SHAWN:
That seems so very cruel.

PHIL:
He musta told ya I hit the pick six in '87?

HENRY:
Hey Phil, I think it's pretty safe to assume, I haven't told 'em anything.

PHIL:
(checks watch) Five minutes to post. Gotta make it back. (leans forward like imparting a secret) Let me tell ya, I like the 2-3-4 trifecta box. (leaves)

SHAWN:
I think your shirt and his shirt should get together and go bowling.

HENRY:
(sarcastic) Ha-ha.

SHAWN:
You have all kinds of interesting pals I don't know about.

HENRY:
All right, Shawn, look, don't start. Phil is not a pal. He's a bad gambler who doesn't know when to quit. But he also happens to be on a hot streak right now, which is why I let him talk to me. Not that I need it. I have won 8 of 11 races today all by myself.

SHAWN whistles in appreciation.

HENRY:
All right, Shawn what are you doing out here anyway? I tried to drag you out here for years.

SHAWN:
I'm only here today 'cause we're working on a case.

HENRY:
You know, I think the reason you never came out here is because to be a good handicapper, you gotta put in the time, you gotta do the research, you gotta study the horses, you gotta study the jockeys. Something that takes patience and follow-through, which you lack.

SHAWN:
Yes, that and a shirt from Mr. Furley's closet.

>>>LATER>>>

The bell rings and the gates open, releasing the horses.

ANNOUNCER:
(over speaker) And the race is on. Baby-faced Assassin takes the early lead. Baby-faced Assassin strides into the first...

SHAWN and GUS watch the race as they lean against the rail next to HENRY.

HENRY:
So what's the case?

SHAWN:
Have you ever heard of a Jimmy Nickles?

HENRY:
You mean Jimmy Nicholas. Yeah, solid jockey, bad bet. He's been losing lately.

GUS:
That's why he hired us. He thinks that maybe something's psychically wrong with the horses.

HENRY:
Yeah, the horses are losing, that's what's wrong with them.

GUS:
Yeah, we didn't find anything.

HENRY:
Of course you didn't. There's a million reasons a horse loses, and none of 'em have to do with crystals and moonbeams.

ANNOUNCER:
(over speaker) Youthful Spirit is gaining. And it's Youthful Spirit! Youthful Spirit! Youthful Spirit pulls it out.

SHAWN:
What I do is much more than that. It's... It's intuition.

HENRY:
Son, you got no case. (pats SHAWN on the back a he heads inside)

SHAWN:
Oh, well, thanks. We'll just go home then.

One of the jockeys falls from his horse. It is the same one who had talked with the blonde earlier.

WOMAN:
Juan Carlos!

MAN 1:
Help him!

Two men rush over to the fallen man, one of them, a photographer, starts CPR.

ANNOUNCER:
(over speaker) Medical assistance to the track. We need medical assistance to the track immediately.

MAN 2:
Jockey down!

MAN 3:
Juan Carlos! Carlos!

SHAWN, GUS and HENRY join the crowd watching from a distance.

SHAWN:
So, a jockey who was alive at the beginning of the race is dead by the end. Not to sound insensitive, but I say we do have a case.

GUS:
That sounds insensitive.

SHAWN:
Yeah, I know.

The EMTs arrive and take over.

EXT. RACE TRACK, PADDOCK, DAY

JULIET is with SHAWN and GUS as the EMTs wheel the gurney bearing the jockey’s body past. PHIL is leaning against a doorway in the background.

JULIET:
And you guys just happened to be at the track?

SHAWN:
Jules, it's free churro day.

GUS:
Do they have a cause of death yet?

JULIET:
Probable heart attack.

LASSITER is interviewing the photographer. SHAWN watches as he reaches into a pocket and holds out a carrot behind his back as one of the horses walks by. SHAWN smiles. LASSITER tries to cover it by directing JULIET.

LASSITER:
Uh, O'Hara, I need you to interview the rest of those jockeys.

JULIET groans.

SHAWN:
What is that?

JULIET:
Sorry. It's just little people make me... Well, let's just say I had a bad experience with a Christmas elf.

GUS:
What, he didn't give you the right present?

JULIET:
No. We dated. And then he dumped me for a dancer from The Ice Storm on ice. (leaves)

SHAWN:
She is an enigma wrapped in a little, blonde riddle.

GUS:
Shawn, I don't think Juan Carlos died of a heart attack. I only got to see him for a second, but I'm pretty sure he had blood shot eyes. And his body was totally stiff. That's a reaction to a tranquilizer or even a poison. Something affected his nervous system.

SHAWN:
Thank you, Dr. Pratt. See if we can get another look at that body.

GUS:
You bet.

LASSITER:
Hey, you two, don't go anywhere. I wanna talk to you when I'm done.

SHAWN:
Gus has a cramp. (pause) I have a cramp? (pause) We have to pee.

LASSITER:
Fine, just be back in five minutes.

SHAWN and GUS hurry over to the gurney holding the body.

GUS:
"We gotta pee?" that's the best you can come up with?

SHAWN:
Just hurry up.

GUS unzips the bag but there’s nothing there.

SHAWN:
Really?

GUS opens the bag further and there’s still no sign of a body.

SHAWN:
How short was this guy? Give it one more.

GUS opens the bag even more and they finally see something.

SHAWN:
We have boots.

INT. SBPD, VICK’S OFFICE, DAY

JULIET and LASSITER are sitting at the table.

JULIET:
We've confirmed that a heart attack was the cause of Juan Carlos Espinoza's death.

JULIET hands the file to LASSITER who then passes it to VICK. SHAWN and GUS enter the room.

SHAWN:
Wait. Everyone stop. Let's acknowledge that the Chief is wearing leopard print. (pause) And continue. (puts hands to head) I'm getting something. A rose with, with, with...a thorn. No. A rocket. Rikki Rocket. C.C. Deville.

GUS:
David Lee Roth?

SHAWN:
(points at GUS) Wrong band.

JULIET:
Poison!

SHAWN:
(smiles at JULIET, impressed) Yes. Poison. Juan Carlos was poisoned.

LASSITER:
He's right.

SHAWN:
Chief, I am so sick of Lassiter treating us like second-class citizens. (realizes what LASSITER said) What?

LASSITER:
You're right. Espinoza had a cocktail of drugs in his system. Opiates, barbiturates, cocaine, three different kinds of weight loss drugs, Cyalis, and horse tranquilizers.

GUS:
Horse tranquilizers?

LASSITER:
Apparently, the guy took everything in sight. He was 4'9" and 3 feet of that were drugs.

VICK:
And obviously, his heart couldn't handle it. A very thorough job, detectives.

SHAWN:
I'm getting something else. (remembers what he saw earlier) Juan Carlos was having an affair. With a married woman.

JULIET:
Shawn, how do you know this?

SHAWN:
Same way I know that as a child, Lassie wanted nothing more than a pony.

LASSITER:
Well, come on, who didn't?

GUS:
Anyone who wasn't an eight-year-old girl.

SHAWN:
(exclaims) Uh-oh. (falls into a squat beside the table) I see a tall, blonde woman.

GUS:
Brigitte Nielson?

SHAWN:
No! She has 23 diamonds in her wedding ring. And she bandies about the track, this way and that. (stands) Shouldn't we at least find this woman and talk to her?

VICK:
(looks at LASSITER and JULIET) Do you know anything about this, detectives?

JULIET and LASSITER avoid her gaze.

VICK:
Oh, well, maybe you should find out before we put this case to bed.

VICK stands and hands the file back to LASSITER before heading towards the door. LASSITER passes the file to JULIET and they both stand to leave the office. SHAWN stands in front of LASSITER.

SHAWN:
Lassie, your childhood must've been pure hell. The good news, I'm available for hugs. (holds arms out but LASSITER leaves) Jules. How about it? (JULIET leaves) Buddy. It's been a while.

GUS:
Please. (leaves)

INT. PSYCH OFFICE, DAY

SHAWN jogs into the office wearing shorts and a sweatshirt, listening to his iPod. He goes over to the lockers. GUS is sitting at his desk, working on his laptop.

GUS:
You're here early.

SHAWN:
Yeah, couldn't sleep, you know? Came in early, did a little work on the case. Went for a run. Oh, and I did this. (stands at the end of the lockers and hits the side, opening the closest locker)

GUS:
Nice. I did some work as well. Turns out the horse tranquilizer Juan Carlos had in his body was ketamine, which doesn't make any sense, 'cause ketamine causes a state of anesthesia.

SHAWN:
(takes off sweatshirt) Well, that's good, Gus, but I was talking about the spitball incident.

GUS:
The spitball incident? (scoffs) Shawn, you need to leave that alone. If you haven't figured it out by now, you never will.

SHAWN:
I can't leave it alone. I won't. I've gone over it in my head a thousand times. Just hear me out.

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INT. CLASSROOM, DAY

Miss LEPKY climbs on the stepladder like before. SHAWN is sitting in the desk behind his younger self. YOUNG SHAWN turns around.

YOUNG SHAWN:
What are you doing here?

SHAWN:
This is my head, dude. I can do whatever I want. What did we miss? What's going on here?

YOUNG SHAWN:
Is that what my hair looks like in the future?

SHAWN:
It sure is.

YOUNG SHAWN:
But I thought I'd be bald by 20. This changes everything.

SHAWN:
Yeah, it does. Think big.

MISS LEPKY falls and both turn to look at JIMMY. JIMMY is laughing, a straw at his mouth.

YOUNG SHAWN:
It was Jimmy!

SHAWN sees a juice box in JIMMY’S hand and that there is juice in the straw.

SHAWN:
Whoa, whoa, whoa. He's sipping through the straw, not spitting it out. It couldn't have been him. There was a…

BOTH:
…second spitter.

YOUNG SHAWN:
That's so cool.

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INT. RACE TRACK, GRANDSTAND, DAY

SHAWN and GUS walk through the grandstand.

GUS:
Let it go, Shawn. Your second spitter theory is crazy.

SHAWN:
Oh yeah, what about your teen wolf theory?

GUS:
Hey, that's just a fact. If any of us were in high school and some dude became a wolf, we wouldn't be cool with him just because he could dunk a basketball. I certainly wouldn't be selling "I heart wolf” T-shirts, I can tell you that.

SHAWN:
Oh, save it for your podcast.

GUS:
Hey, you brought it up.

SHAWN:
I'm gonna go talk to Jimmy Nickles. You look for T.B.W.

GUS:
T.B.W.?

SHAWN:
Tall Blonde Woman. I abbreviated, Gus. All the kids are doing it these days. Just hope we don't run into my...

GUS:
Y.D.?

SHAWN:
Y.D.?

GUS:
Your dad. And it's too late.

HENRY walks up to a counter wearing another loud shirt.

SHAWN:
Oh, my God, the shirt has a brother.

HENRY:
Ha, very funny, Shawn. If you're looking for your boy Jimmy, they just announced he was taken off all the races for the day.

SHAWN:
Seriously? I wonder why.

GUS:
Isn't that Barry Saunder? The announcer guy. He's like a local legend.

An older man in a navy blazer and white hat is signing autographs.

SHAWN:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. "The Voice," right?

GUS:
Yeah.

SHAWN:
Hey, dad, do you know him? Can you introduce us or what?

HENRY:
(stammers) I met him once at a policeman's ball, but it was years ago.

SHAWN:
Hey, uh, Mr. Saunder!

SAUNDER looks up.

SHAWN:
Hi. Look who's here. Your old pal, Hank Spencer.

SAUNDER:
(walks over) Do I know you?

GUS:
No, but we know you. What is it you always say? "And the race is on."

SHAWN:
(emphatic) “And the race is on!”

GUS:
“And the race is... on!” Hey, can you do it for us one time?

SAUNDER:
(bored) And the race is on.

SHAWN:
(kisses his fingers like a chef) That's it, right there.

SAUNDER:
(reaches into pocket and pulls out buttons) Won't you boys have a button?

HENRY:
I'm sorry, Mr. Saunder. I'm Henry Spencer. This is my son Shawn and his friend Gus. They finally just started coming to the races.

SAUNDER:
Oh, too bad. The track's probably closing down after this meet. 25 years I've been doing this.

GUS:
Why is it closing down?

SAUNDER:
Well, no one comes anymore.

SHAWN:
Is it because of his shirt? (points at HENRY) I'm sorry, Dad, this is, like, a genocide of color Somewhere, a rainbow's weeping. Mr. Saunder, do you know why Jimmy Nickles was pulled off all of his races today? We're his buddies. We came down to see him.

SAUNDER:
No, uh... It's a shame, really. Jimmy was just getting back to a full schedule. Juan Carlos had taken most of his good mounts before he died.

SHAWN:
Really? We didn't know that.

SAUNDER:
Oh, they quarreled about it all the time.

SHAWN:
Did they?

GUS:
Shawn, look. T.B.W.

The blonde hurries out the doors towards the stands.

SHAWN:
Way to stay on the abbreviation train, Gus.

GUS:
You mean the A.T.?

SAUNDER:
You're talking about Janine? That's Jimmy's wife.

SHAWN:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. T.B.W. is Jimmy's wife?

SAUNDER:
Yes.

GUS:
Looks like Juan Carlos was taking all of Jimmy's mounts.

SAUNDER walks away.

EXT. RACE TRACK, PADDOCK, DAY

JANINE runs down to the stable area where LASSITER and JULIET are taking a handcuffed JIMMY into custody.

JIMMY:
I didn't kill Juan Carlos! I didn't do it, I swear!

SHAWN and GUS watch from the top of the stairs.

JIMMY:
Come on!

JANINE:
Jimmy!

JIMMY:
You gotta believe me!

LASSITER:
(to JANINE) Back off.

JANINE:
Let me talk to him, please!

JULIET helps the officer restrain JANINE as LASSITER puts JIMMY in the back seat of his car.

JIMMY:
Come on, I didn’t do it!

GUS:
Okay, so let me get this straight. You took on this case because you felt bad about Jimmy getting kicked out of school for something he didn't do. And now you just convinced the police to reopen the case that led to Jimmy being arrested for murder.

SHAWN:
Did I ask for nutshelling?

INT. SBPD, OBSERVATION ROOM, DAY

SHAWN and GUS watch through the window as JIMMY paces the interrogation room. An officer is with him.

SHAWN:
I think he looks like a tangelo in that outfit. Or maybe a clementine with seeds full of hate.

GUS:
I think he looks like an evil little Creamsicle.

SHAWN:
(laughs) You mean Dreamsicle.

GUS:
No, Shawn, Creamsicle. They're exclusively orange.

JULIET stands in the doorway.

JULIET:
Okay, Lassiter says you can have five minutes with Jimmy.

SHAWN:
Sweet.

JULIET:
And good job, by the way. We never would've reopened the case and arrested him if it wasn't for you.

SHAWN puts a hand on GUS’ arm.

GUS:
You didn't tell Jimmy that, did you?

JULIET:
No.

SHAWN and GUS sigh in relief.

INT. SBPD, INTERROGATION ROOM, DAY

GUS and SHAWN are sitting opposite JIMMY at the table.

JIMMY:
I didn't kill Juan Carlos.

SHAWN:
We know.

JIMMY:
Someone must've tipped 'em off. But I swear I didn't do it.

GUS:
Say Jimmy, isn't that exactly like you and that spitball incident?

SHAWN kicks GUS under the table. GUS kicks him back. They go on for a bit before JIMMY stops them.

JIMMY:
Guys!

SHAWN:
Look... I think what Gus is trying to say is we'd really like to help. We would, but the evidence.

JIMMY:
What?

SHAWN:
Juan Carlos took all your mounts.

JIMMY:
Yeah.

SHAWN:
You fought with him over it.

JIMMY:
Yeah.

SHAWN:
They found ketamine in your locker.

JIMMY:
That wasn't mine.

GUS:
And your wife was having an affair with Juan Carlos.

JIMMY:
What?!

JIMMY lunges across the table at GUS. The officer picks him up bodily.

JIMMY:
All right, Purvis, put me down. (officer puts him down and)(points) Don't push me.

SHAWN:
(whispers to GUS) I'm getting the feeling he didn't know about the affair.

GUS:
(whispers to SHAWN) You think?

JIMMY:
I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe she would do that. Especially after I told her I wouldn't sleep with any more Russian models.

GUS:
(mouths) Models?

JIMMY sits down.

SHAWN:
I think we may have gotten off point, Jimmy. Let's go back to the beginning. Obviously, the races you lost are somehow connected to Juan Carlos's murder. So is there anything else you can tell us or that you remember about those races?

JIMMY:
No. The horses were all running great. But right around the... clubhouse turn, they all faded down the stretch.

SHAWN:
All of them faded down the stretch?

JIMMY:
You know what? Yeah.

SHAWN:
Good. That's a good place to begin.

EXT. RACE TRACK, TRACK, DAY

GUS watches as SHAWN leans over the inner rail as if listening.

GUS:
All right, that's enough, Shawn, let's go. You've been standing at that thing for an hour.

SHAWN:
(straightens up) Let me take off my shoes and try it lying down.

GUS:
No, Shawn. You don't have anything. It's a dead end. Face it. We have to tell Jimmy he's screwed.

SHAWN:
Fine. You tell Jimmy.

GUS:
Me? I never wanted to take this case in the first place.

SHAWN:
(looks down the track then back at GUS) I'll race you for it.

GUS:
What?! No.

SHAWN:
That's right. And I know why.

GUS:
Why?

SHAWN:
'Cause I beat you in the 100-yard dash in the Junior High Olympics. (leans against the rail)

GUS:
Please! First of all, you know I had shin splints, a torn meniscus, and a planter's wart.

SHAWN:
Gus, you copied those terms from the glossary of our health textbook. You have no idea what they mean!

GUS:
Ask my doctor. I had a ruptured patella too, but I wasn't gonna say anything. (stretches legs) Besides... Go! (runs off)

SHAWN:
Oh, no! No, you didn't! (races after GUS)

They run, rather inelegantly, down the track. In a photo finish, SHAWN wins by a nose. He practically collapses, grabbing the rail. GUS bends over, trying to catch his breath.

SHAWN:
(breathing heavily) You almost had me.

GUS:
(breathing heavily) What? I had you by at least a foot.

SHAWN:
(breathing heavily) I'm gonna give this to you.

GUS:
(breathing heavily) I thought so.

SHAWN:
(breathing heavily) Not because you won. 'Cause you need a victory in your life more than I do right now.

GUS:
(breathing heavily) What? Oh, no. We're going again.

SHAWN:
(sees binoculars in the announcer’s box) I got a better idea.

EXT. RACE TRACK, STAIRS, DAY

SHAWN and GUS jog up the stairs.

GUS:
Seven flights of stairs just to get another view of the track?

SHAWN:
Gus, this is the perfect spot for us to see... (opens door)

INT. RACE TRACK, ANNOUNCER’S BOX, DAY

SAUNDER is at his desk recording announcements.

SAUNDER:
You'll find... (sees SHAWN and GUS)

SHAWN:
See where the magic happens. I told you he'd be here. (crosses to the desk)

SAUNDER:
Can I help you fellas?

GUS:
Uh, yeah, uh... "And the race is on." (laughs nervously)

SAUNDER:
I really don't think you should be up here right now. I'm trying to finish my taped announcements for the day, so...

SHAWN:
Ooh, can I do one? I've always wanted to be an announcer. (into mic) For the owner of a red IROC-Z in lot three. Kindly return your comb to the back pocket of your acid-wash Z. Cavariccis and turn off your headlights. (to SAUNDER) What do you think of that, huh?

SAUNDER:
Have a button.

GUS:
(sees a staff on display) Hey. I've seen one of these before.

SAUNDER:
Yes, it's a shaman's staff.

GUS:
Yeah, I saw a special on the History Channel about the... the Choctaw Indians.

SHAWN:
Ah yes, the Cha-ka Indians. Long-standing rivals of the Sleestak Cowboys.

SAUNDER:
It's pronounced Cho-Ko.

SHAWN:
Gave us the chocodile, amongst other things.

SAUNDER:
I don't think so. I've been collecting these artifacts for a number of years. I'm actually 1/16 Indian myself. But not Cherokee.

SHAWN:
Hey, Gus is 1/16 robot. And not the evil, take-over-the-world from I, Robot kind.

Behind GUS, the PHOTOGRAPHER who tried to save Juan Carlos enters.

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Oh, sorry.

GUS:
Hey, you're the guy that tried to save Juan Carlos.

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Yeah.

SHAWN:
You're the only one who tried to help. Way to go. You should feel proud.

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Uh, he died.

SHAWN:
Yes, he did do that. (sees dated video tapes)

SAUNDER:
Well, gentlemen, (clears throat) Ryan and I have to go over some publicity photos. So if you'd be kind enough...

SHAWN:
(holds button to mouth) "And the race is on!"

SHAWN and GUS leave.

EXT. RACE TRACK, CONCOURSE, DAY

GUS and SHAWN walk the area behind the seats.

GUS:
Chaka? Really? Yeah, I'd be embarrassed if I were you.

SHAWN:
I'm not embarrassed at all, Gus. A Land of the Lost reference is virtually unheard of in everyday conversation.

GUS:
Can we go and see Jimmy now?

SHAWN:
Not yet. Barry has tapes of the races in there. Which means there's a copy of the one Juan Carlos died in. (head down the steps) I don't know why I didn't think of this before. We need to see that tape.

GUS:
There's no way Barry's gonna let us back in there. Don't the police have a copy of it?

SHAWN:
They do, but Lassiter's convinced the case is closed, so he won't help. Which means I'm gonna have to do something I know I will regret.

GUS:
What? Ride your dirt bike off of David King's roof again?

SHAWN:
No. Ask my dad for a favor.

INT. HENRY’S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM, DAY

SHAWN paces as HENRY watches him from the couch.

SHAWN:
So I was hoping that in your very meticulous, detailed mode, it occurred to you to... (tries to finish) I can't do it.

GUS:
He wants to know if you tape all the horse races.

HENRY:
Of course I do.

SHAWN:
Awesome. Can we watch the one when Juan Carlos died?

HENRY:
You may. On one condition.

>>>LATER>>>

HENRY puts the tape in the VCR. He picks up the remote and sits on the couch.

HENRY:
Deal is you go with me to the derby on Sunday in that shirt.

SHAWN is wearing one of HENRY’S shirts in varying shades of green decorated with pineapples. SHAWN looks like he wants the Earth to open up and swallow him.

SHAWN:
What did I say about regret, Gus? What did I say?

GUS:
I think you pull it off.

HENRY:
Shawn.

SHAWN:
(makes a face) Fine.

HENRY:
(starts tape) All right, here's the race. Juan Carlos is on the number eight horse. I remember this, 'cause Phil convinced me to go with the long shot. The one time I go with the guy, and the horse loses.

SHAWN:
(frustrated) I don't get it. What are we missing? What... What aren't we seeing?

GUS:
Maybe nothing. Maybe Jimmy did poison Juan Carlos.

SHAWN:
I know he didn't poison Juan Carlos, just like I know there's a second spitter.

HENRY:
Shawn, once again, you're focusing too much attention on one aspect of the case. Close your eyes.

SHAWN:
No, I'm not jumping through any more of your hoops today.

HENRY:
You need to broaden your vision, Shawn. You need to look at the outskirts of the case.

SHAWN:
What does that even mean? “Broaden my vision? Look at the outskirts of a...” You know what? I'm out of here. (walks towards door) No. No, no. Not today. You sound like Oprah. I don't even know why I bother coming here. It's a complete waste of time! (leaves)

GUS looks over at HENRY, who puts his hands up in the air.

SHAWN:
(opens door and sticks his head in) A little girl outside just started crying when she saw this shirt. (leaves)

INT. PSYCH OFFICE, DAY

SHAWN has created a model of the classroom using pipe cleaners to create the people. There is also a chalkboard and flag in the corner.

SHAWN:
Oh, good, good, you're here.

GUS:
You texted me seven times. Said it was an emergency.

SHAWN:
Yes, a color emergency. But I think I figured it out. The walls were sandbar white to suppress all creative thought and hide the asbestos.

GUS:
(walks around to look at the model)The walls of what?

SHAWN:
Miss Lepky's classroom.

GUS:
(sits) Why is my name on the detention list?

SHAWN:
You got caught eating a Kit Kat™ out of the trash can. The point is, when I left my dad's...

GUS:
You mean stormed out like a little girl?

SHAWN:
I did not. (GUS makes a face) I did. I'll give you that. I realized my dad was actually right. I need to broaden my vision. (extends pointer) And that's when I remembered. We all switched seats in class that week.

GUS:
Right. I had to sit behind Janie Doran and her creepy neck hair.

SHAWN:
And Jimmy (picks up the pipe cleaner with the pointer) moved over two rows, meaning that the second spitter was on the other side. (moves it to another seat but it won’t come off the pointer) Gus, get him.

GUS:
Shawn, what does this have to do with horse racing?

SHAWN:
I haven't gotten that far yet.

GUS:
Let me know when you figure it out. (stands and walks out)

SHAWN:
(shakes pointer) Let go, Jimmy. (realizes something)

EXT. PSYCH OFFICE, DAY

GUS is walking for the car when his phone rings.

GUS:
(answers phone) Hello?

SHAWN:
(over phone) Dude, I figured it out.

GUS turns around to see SHAWN standing in the doorway.

GUS:
Was that really necessary?

SHAWN:
No, but it was dope. (closes his phone and goes inside)

GUS follows SHAWN inside.

INT. HENRY’S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM, DAY

SHAWN has the race tape playing on the TV.

SAUNDER:
(on tape) Babyfaced Assassin strides into the first turn at the head with none other right on its tail. Babyfaced Assassin...

SHAWN:
Wait for it.

SAUNDER:
(on tape) …with None Other trade the top spot as they race around the second turn.

SHAWN’S vision zooms in and we see Juan Carlos bat something off his neck.

SHAWN:
Right there! The clubhouse turn. Juan Carlos gets hit by something. This was just like the spitball incident with Jimmy. I was so focused on the stretch that I never looked anywhere else. You know, I didn't broaden my vision, Dad.

HENRY:
Shawn, I love nothing more than to tell you I'm right, but I have no idea what I'm right about.

SHAWN:
The question is why would somebody kill someone like that? (sees the horses’ numbers and processes) Guys! Juan Carlos's death was an accident... Yeah! Whatever hit him was meant for a horse. This isn't about murder. It's about fixing races.

INT. SBPD, HALL, DAY

SHAWN and GUS head down the stairs.

SHAWN:
Are the tapes ready?

GUS:
Check. Fake psychic ability?

SHAWN:
Full of it.

GUS:
Yes, you are.

INT. SBPD, A/V ROOM, DAY

GUS peeks in before turning back to SHAWN. GUS guides him in as SHAWN pretends to be blind. JULIET and LASSITER are sitting and VICK approaches them.

VICK:
Mr. Spencer, what is going on? First you help us get... Oh. Get Jimmy Nicholas. Now you claim he's innocent?

SHAWN reaches around with his hand and GUS slaps it out of his face. SHAWN slams himself against the wall.

SHAWN:
I'm sorry, chief. Psychic solar flares have temporarily blinded me. My sense of smell is compensating for my lack of sight. (bends over and sniffs JULIET) Lilacs in a meadow. (sniffs LASSITER) Is that Camay?

LASSITER:
Oh, this is ridiculous. We've got big boy police work to do.

SHAWN feels his way to the front of the room where there is a large bank of TVs.

SHAWN:
Wait... My eyes are starting to adjust. Where are we?

GUS:
(loudly) We're in the video room!

SHAWN:
I'm blind, Gus. Not deaf.

VICK:
Mr. Spencer, we don't have time for this. If you wanted to...

SHAWN:
(casually knocks tapes off the counter) Those tapes. What are on those tapes?

JULIET:
They're the tapes from the track. We reviewed them, but we didn't find anything.

SHAWN:
(holds a tape to his forehead) 6-20. (passes tape to GUS and repeats the process) 6-28. (next tape) 7-2. (next tape) Doritos. (taps head) Big Gulp? (again) Slurpee.

GUS:
7-11? (reads the label on the tape) These are all the dates on the tapes.

SHAWN:
Gus. Let's play these tapes.

SHAWN and GUS turn around and put the tapes in the players then press play. SHAWN takes the remotes and sits in the chair next to LASSITER.

SHAWN:
Stop. (uses remote and passes it to LASSITER before repeating) Stop. Stop. Stop.

GUS:
These are Jimmy's races. (points to screen) This one is when Juan Carlos died.

SHAWN:
That must be why they're in my head. All of these horses faded down the stretch, as if affected by something. (stands and points at screen) And look here. Juan Carlos is clearly hit by something at the clubhouse turn. He felt the effects immediately, because he's a tiny human person. With the horses, it takes longer for them to feel the effects.

LASSITER:
And your point is?

SHAWN:
Whatever hit Juan Carlos was intended for his horse. What I'm saying is that this was an accident.

VICK:
Mr. Spencer, that's a very interesting theory, but it's all circumstantial. We're gonna need some hard evidence.

LASSITER:
(stands) Yeah, but thanks for the A.V. Class. (hits “play” for last tape)

SAUNDER:
(on tape) Youthful Spirit fades down the stretch.
No, wait, he's... he's gaining. It's Youthful Spirit, Youthful Spirit pulls it out.

SHAWN grabs the remote from LASSITER and rewinds the tape to that spot.

SAUNDER:
(on tape) Youthful Spirit fades down the stretch.
No, wait, he's... he's gaining. It's Youthful Spirit, Youthful Spirit pulls it out.

SHAWN:
The announcer! It's the announcer! He sounds surprised. "Neigh," shocked, when Youthful Spirit doesn't fade down the stretch. Listen... (plays tape again)

SAUNDER:
(on tape) Youthful Spirit fades down the stretch.
No, wait, he's... he's gaining. It's Youthful Spirit, Youthful Spirit pulls it out.

SHAWN:
He was expecting something to happen to Juan Carlos's horse. That means he's a part of it. Chief, every psychic nerve in my body tells me that something really big is gonna happen at the Derby tomorrow and that we all need to be there.

VICK:
All right. It's too late to cancel the races, but I can approve a police presence at the track.

EXT. RACE TRACK, TRACK, DAY

The crowds chatter and lean against the rails as the horse begin to parade to the starting gate.

INT. RACE TRACK, GRANDSTAND, DAY

HENRY and SHAWN are at a table, both wearing the “lucky” track shirts.

HENRY:
I've never been in the Jockey Club before, Shawn. Thanks for getting me in here. It's a good thing we wore our lucky shirts, huh?

SHAWN:
Yeah, just worried someone's gonna stare directly at the pattern and have a seizure.

SHAWN leaves HENRY at the table and goes to the lobby level where JULIET and LASSITER are watching.

JULIET:
Shawn, we've had people watching Barry for the last six races, and they haven't seen anything out of the ordinary.

LASSITER:
Admit it, you guys don't have it.

SHAWN walks away, passing GUS.

GUS:
(to LASSITER) Don't worry. We have it. (follows SHAWN and whispers) I don't know if we have it.

SHAWN:
(stops and looks out over track and grandstand) We just gotta figure out how it all connects.

GUS:
So what is this Indian stuff I got off the internet connect to?

SHAWN:
That's what we in the fake psychic community call a hunch.

SAUNDER:
(over speaker) Ladies and gentlemen, the horses have reached the starting gate for the 84th running of the Santa Barbara Derby.

The crowd – including HENRY – stands and cheers. The bell rings.

SAUNDER:
(over speaker) And the race is on. Uh-oh, two horses bump as they come out of the gate. It's the three horse, snare the prize, and the four, biased opinion. Kate's Conscience takes the early lead as the horses reach the first turn. Authority Figure makes a strong move on the inside as the horses race down the backstretch. Authority Figure and Kate's Conscience battle their way past the fall turn. Authority Figure begins to take control.

During the race, SHAWN looks around. His eyes light on PHIL and sees the large bets he placed. He then sees RYAN lower his camera. He remembers how shifty RYAN seemed when he entered the announcer’s box to find GUS and SHAWN there. He also remembers how RYAN was the first to administer CPR and how he looked to the side. SHAWN remembers PHIL’S reaction to the incident along with HENRY’S description of the man being a bad gambler on a hot streak. He remembers SAUNDER telling them about how the track is going to close.

SAUNDER:
(over speaker) Authority Figure is almost there…

SHAWN:
(to GUS) Dude, I got it. Get everyone down to the track.

SAUNDER:
(over speaker) And Authority Figure wins with ease.

EXT. RACE TRACK, PADDOCK, DAY

HENRY is talking with GUS when PHIL walks up to them.

PHIL:
I really would like to cash in my tickets now.

SAUNDER:
(interviewing jockey) Well, how did she feel coming around the backstretch?

SHAWN arrives on horseback.

SHAWN:
Everybody hold your horses.

The jockey bends over and hugs his horse, patting its neck.

SHAWN:
I meant metaphorically, but I like the love. I sensed the plan. Hatched from the desperation of watching the track they all love so much shuttered forever. Isn't that right... Barry?

SAUNDER:
Excuse me?

SHAWN:
You are so not excused. You see, the track is closing down this year and Barry finally figured out a way to get paid. But it was the equine who told me he had help. (flashes to SAUNDER, PHIL and RYAN planning what races to fix) Two people with intimate knowledge of the races and access to the entire track. They figured out how to control the outcome of the races by getting rid of the favorites. Because there were only a few horses in the race to begin with, they bet on the rest of the field, and their odds of winning went way up.

SAUNDER:
That is insane. We didn't do anything.

SHAWN:
That's not entirely true. (his horse starts turning around) Whoa, whoa, what's happening here? Gus, little help, buddy.

GUS:
I don't do horses, Shawn.

SHAWN:
Ah, Dale! Dale! (a man takes the reins) Uh... Hold that thought. (dismounts and pats the horse as DALE leads it away) What was I saying?

GUS:
Barry was saying they didn't do anything.

SAUNDER:
No.

SHAWN:
Really? You used Phil to make all the bets on the long shots.

HENRY claps a hand on PHIL’S shoulder as he tries to leave.

SHAWN:
And Ryan here... Well, he took care of knocking out the favorites from his perch in the camera well.

JULIET grips RYAN by the arm as he stands.

JULIET:
With what, his camera?

SHAWN:
Exactly. Lassie, do me a favor. Take that camera off Ryan's neck. Give it a look.

LASSITER takes the camera, looks through it, then removes the lens cap to reveal there is no lens.

LASSITER:
There's no lens. It's some kind of firing mechanism.

SHAWN:
Which is why he didn't follow the horses down the track.

RYAN:
I just wanted to make some money. It was Barry's idea. (points at SAUNDER)

LASSITER pulls RYAN’S arms behind his back and cuffs him.

SHAWN:
I'm getting something. A fraction. 1/5, 1/10, 1/16. (stands by GUS)

GUS:
Barry's 1/16 Choctaw Indian!

SAUNDER:
(mutters) Oh, no!

JULIET cuffs SAUNDER.

SHAWN:
And what are the Choctaw Indians known for? Besides chocodiles.

GUS:
For using blowguns to kill animals with darts dipped in poison.

SHAWN:
Gus shoots and scores. With an assist from Wikipedia.

SHAWN and GUS fist bump. SHAWN continues his big reveal as the action plays out in flashbacks.

SHAWN: (v.o.)
They used darts dipped in ketamine, a horse tranquilizer strong enough to slow down a horse in the middle of a race.

GUS:
With darts small enough to be missed on a 1000-pound horse.

SHAWN:
But the problem was... (v.o.) they accidentally shot Juan Carlos. The ketamine, mixed with all the other drugs in his system, (end v.o.) and the adrenaline from the race killed him. Ryan, (v.o.) you weren't trying to save Juan Carlos's life. You were looking for the evidence. (we see RYAN pull the need from JUAN CARLOS’ neck) (end v.o.) And they almost pulled it off by framing poor Jimmy. (v.o.) (we see SAUNDER put the ketamine in JIMMY’S locker) But they couldn't resist one more big pay day in today's race. (end v.o.) It's like my dad always says, “Real men take bubble baths and... a bad gambler never knows when to quit”.

HENRY:
Not bad, kid. Not bad.

LASSITER:
Let's go. Get 'em out of here.

LASSITER and JULIET, with the help of uniformed officers, take SAUNDER and RYAN away.

SHAWN:
(claps hands) Now, who wants to take a picture with the winning horse and jockey? Come on, Dad! Gus, get over here.

HENRY and GUS stand on either side of SHAWN in front of the horse.

HENRY:
Hey, I finally get my picture with us in our track shirts. Memories, Shawn. That's what it's all about.

SHAWN:
(to GUS) Just act natural.

GUS:
Yeah.

They make model faces as HENRY smiles and gives a thumbs-up as the photo is taken.

EXT. PSYCH OFFICE, DAY

JIMMY walks out the front door, followed by SHAWN and GUS. SHAWN is still wearing the lucky track shirt.

JIMMY:
Guys, I don't know what to say. I guess you're not such total fart knockers after all. Thanks.

SHAWN:
That's... so sweet. Gus, isn't there something you wanted to say to Jimmy here?

GUS looks at SHAWN who nods encouragingly.

GUS:
Yes, I do. I've been wanting to say this for a long time. You know, back in school...

JIMMY:
Oh, uh, about that. I had some time to think while I was in jail, and, uh, maybe I didn't treat you guys so good back then. Especially you, Guster. So I'm sorry. I'm sorry for giving you wedgies, swirlies, Jimmy Nickle sandwiches, stuffing you in the trash can and, uh, putting boogers in your clarinet case.

SHAWN:
Whoa!

JIMMY:
(chuckles) Feels good to get that off my chest after all these years.

GUS:
Huh, yeah. I can imagine. Say, Shawn, isn't there something you want to get off of your chest?

SHAWN:
Are you gonna tell him if I don't?

GUS:
What do you think?

SHAWN:
(sighs) All right, Jimmy, here's the thing. I'm the one that ratted you out over the spitball incident. Okay, I'm the one that got you kicked out of school, and I am the one that you should blame for almost ruining your life, it was me.

JIMMY:
(laughs) Almost ruining my life? Yeah, I went to live with my dad in Maui. He let me do anything I wanted. I ate pizza and cookie dough for breakfast. I had a race car bed. I lost my virginity at 13. It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

A car horn sounds and they turn around to see JANINE standing by the driver’s side of the convertible.

JANINE:
(waves) Hi!

SHAWN:
Oh. You two are back together, huh?

JIMMY:
Dude, she's a former Miss Oxnard with no sense of smell, and her dad owns an airport. Course we're back together. Later-o, boys.

JIMMY walks over to meet JANINE halfway. He stands on tip-toes as they kiss passionately. GUS and SHAWN watch, not sure what to make of the couple. As they head back to the car, JIMMY’S hand slides down to her behind.

GUS:
Okay, see, that right there makes total sense in the world.

SHAWN:
Yeah, but we can feel good about solving the case. (pats GUS on the arm)

GUS:
Ehh.

GUS walks away and SHAWN follows.

SHAWN:
Don't you "eh" me. Dude, I broke up a highly intricate race-fixing syndicate while wearing a shirt designed by a monkey coming off a three-day sugar binge.

GUS:
Yes, yes, you did, Shawn. But you still haven't figured out who the second spitter was in Miss Lepky's class. (puts hands on hips smugly and chuckles)

SHAWN:
Gus.

GUS:
Yes?

SHAWN:
You didn't.

GUS:
Yes, I did. (rubs thumb against nose and walks away)

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INT. CLASSROOM, DAY

MISS LEPKY falls and both SHAWN and YOUNG SHAWN turn to look at JIMMY. JIMMY is laughing, a straw at his mouth. They then turn to the other side and see YOUNG GUS quickly close a notebook. He then turns around and give GUS a high five.

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EXT. PSYCH OFFICE, DAY

SHAWN catches up with GUS on the path along the waterfront.

SHAWN:
You did that? And you never told me about it?

GUS:
You don't know all my secrets, Shawn. I guess I too am a man of untold mysteries.

SHAWN:
Burton Guster, I am seeing you in a completely different light. You are, dare I say, dastardly.

GUS:
Hey, I didn't want Miss Lepky to get hurt or anything, but when Jimmy got blamed, my mouth was shut.

SHAWN:
Unbelievable.

GUS:
Face it, Shawn. I am, and always will be, that good. (fist bump) That's why my friends in school used to call me The G.

SHAWN:
That's funny, I thought they called you Big Head Burton.

GUS:
(stops and grabs SHAWN’S arm) Don't you ever say that name. I know it was you that started that.

SHAWN:
I'm sorry, Gus. I have a knack for alliteration. I'm a slave to it. Besides, how many words start with B, really?

GUS:
About 1000. How about bold, black, beautiful?

SHAWN:
Who's gonna call you Black Burton?

GUS:
You get my point, Shawn.

SHAWN:
All right. I'll tell you what. I'm gonna buy you an ice cream, and we're gonna discuss some new, fresh to death nicknames. (kneels down and takes money from the pocket of his KangaROOS and stands) How about Burton, the Billowy Bear?

GUS grabs the money and storms off.

SHAWN:
What? I'm… Spitballing. It's my first shot. (follows GUS)