Psych: The Movie Page #3

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It looks amazing,

doesn't it?

I just finished the addition.

I matched it exactly

with the 30th Anniversary

Blu-Ray.

- Of "Gremlins"?

- Cheers.

Shawn, we are eight feet

underground

at the end of an alley

in Chinatown.

Gus, don't be the comma

in Earth, Wind & Fire.

This is a glorious triumph,

especially considering all

the restrictions you gave me.

- Restrictions?

- Oh, let's see here:

cable car adjacent,

gotta be smelling distance

from Ghirardelli Square...

That's half the city

with my nose.

And we both know the problem

is the name.

- You shut your drunk mouth.

That name is spun gold.

It literally looks like

a bunch of letters

pushed together.

- psychphrancisco.

One word, all lowercase,

ph for the f.

What's not to understand, Gus?

If we're gonna get

walk-up traffic,

we need a business name

that makes sense.

And we can't keep

making additions

until we get more cases.

Gus.

I don't mean to talk

down to you,

but are you familiar

with the expression,

"you gotta spend money

to buy things"?

That's not at all

how it goes,

and you haven't heard it

both ways. What...

Immaterial, because we

already have a case.

A big one.

You should sit down.

- On what?

- The rickshaw.

Okay, listen.

Juliet's partner,

sweet Sam Sloane...

he's in the ICU.

He was attacked in

his own home last night.

He's barely hanging on, Gus.

We got to get down to

the hospital right away.

Oh, man.

And the police asked for us?

Since when do they

have to ask?

Gus, we show up, I do

a little of this.

Even less of that.

One of those.

The rest writes itself.

Shawn, you know

I can't do that.

I have to make all

my holiday bonuses

just to keep this

money pit afloat.

I figured you'd say

something like that.

Which is why I'm pitching this

to sweeten the pot:

as we drive across town,

we stop at every

single Cinnabon.

- I'm listening.

We Pandora up

a Prince death tribute...

Shawn, you know Prince

isn't really dead.

And by the time we're

finished later tonight,

you're at the observatory

for the Starry Night

Telescope Viewing Party

on Mt. McCumber.

That telescope party

is tonight.

I hear it gets

wilder every year.

- Not possible, Shawn.

Not possible.

We'll see about that,

won't we?

Oh, wow.

Sam has a lot of friends.

Everyone's head's down.

That can't be a good sign.

All right, everyone,

listen up.

- Uh-oh.

- Whoever did this

had Inspector Sloane's alarm

code, knew his schedule,

and shot him within a minute

of him entering his own house.

- I can't see anything.

I see balloons over there.

He's probably...

We should've brought

a cake or something.

- Is somebody here?

- Hello.

- Chief.

It's us, Chief.

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