Really?
Uh, Shawn, what's going on here?
Gus...
Buddy...
You remember when I spent all that dough
on the weekend retreat with Jules?
It was my dough. Of course I remember.
Okay. All right.
Look, dude, we don't have a case... no case, no money.
So I'm just trying to raise a little cash to pay you back.
I've already made 50 bucks.
- Hey, Thurman. - What's happening, kid?
Is this a joke?
No, it's not a joke.
If you don't like it, buy something else.
Listen, Shawn,
if you really want to raise some cash,
why don't you just sell the engagement ring
you didn't give to Juliet?
Are you crazy? How dare you?
What?
That is my grandma-gamma's ring.
It is a prized Spencer family heirloom.
Which you stashed in a Nintendo D.S.
and almost lost forever.
Which will never happen again,
because now it's in the most secure place ever.
Where, a safety deposit box?
Even better... A thundercat.
What?
- Speaking of which... - That will be $7.
Where is that thing?
Thundercats, ho!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
That is not for sale.
Sorry. Sorry, Thurman.
You're just going to have to hand that over.
He did pay full price for it, Shawn.
Well, I'm going to buy it back, Jules.
Price just went up, Kingfisher.
Kingfisher?
Thurman, I will give you $15 and not a penny more.
Give me the... just...
This is $57.
It's all I have.
Sucker.
Su...
Hey, Carlton.
Uh, okay, I'm at the Psych office,
so I'll be there in, like, ten minutes.
Well, I think they're going to follow me no matter what.
Okay, good-bye.
So?
Nothing suspicious.
I'm going to have to go rogue
and fabricate something to get us in on this.
How is that different from usual?
- I'm completely sober. - You're an idiot.
- I could eat. - Me too.
All right, people, listen up.
Deceased's name is Marc Waraftig, age 35.
Kept a tidy living space.
I respect that.
His body was found
by the building manager, a Mr. Lloyd Marr.
I'm here.
Oh, uh, right.
Well, we will, uh... we will call you if we need anything.
Don't have a cell phone.
All right, well, we have the building number,
and, uh, you live here.
Well, Jules, my vision has told me
that the hanging dude hung himself.
So should I just invoice you,
or is there a cash machine nearby?
Hmm. That doesn't really strike me
as a billable observation, Shawn.
- Damn it. - Hmm.
Well, Shawn and I will find the kitchen.
Then we'll figure out what our hourly rate is
for coming up with nothing.
Hey, Lloyd?
Say, um, two bedroom, two bath...
approximately what, 1,600 square feet?
1,650.
Original oak floors, some lovely period details.
I wonder if it's still knob and tube.
Solid plumbing.
- Hey, Spencer! - Yo!
What's the appliance situation like in the kitchen?
12-can dispenser in the fridge...
Super dope!
But his snacks are disgusting... way too healthy.
Please tell me you are not shopping
for real estate right now.
In exactly 93 days and 94 nights,
Marlowe will settle up her debt to society,
and I think that it's high time that I stepped up to the plate
and bought a home for myself and the woman I love.
Besides, anything more than a cot and a hot plate
is going to look like Versailles to her.
What?
I can tell just by glancing, they're not my size.
- Oh, my God. - Lloyd, my man...
I'm going to need Marc's next-of-kin information.
That'd be, uh, his sister, June.
Excellent. I would love to get a price
on her dead brother's living room set
before the estate-sale vultures swoop in.
Oh, it's plush, still quite firm.
Gather round, everyone!
There is some big news that you are all going to want to hear!
I have just purchased a new condo
for myself and my girlfriend, Marlowe,
who will be joining me
upon completion of her prison term.
There was a competing bid on the place,
but I squashed that like a bug.
You are looking at the newest resident
of Prospect Gardens.
The Prospect Gardens?
Yes, McNab, the Prospect Gardens.
Try and hide your jealousy. You're embarrassing yourself.
No, you didn't.
You're right. Congratulations.
Thank you. Now, then...
I will be hosting a little, uh...
move-in soiree this weekend, and you are all invited.
Wear clothing that you don't mind getting paint on.
And back braces are recommended, but not required.
Okay, get back to work, crime fighters!
- It's going to be fun! - Wow, Lassie.
You bought the dead guy's condo?
You see, Spencer, this is what a real man
in a committed relationship does.
He provides for his lady love.
Watch and learn, and maybe, against all odds,
O'Hara just might stick around.
Probably not.
Hiya. Carlton, right?
Amy, on the second floor.
Quick directions from you to me...
exit this door, hard right, three floors down...
I know where your apartment is.
Okay. Ooh, wow, I love what you've done with the place.
It's cozy but with a heavy dose of man.
I dig it.
Sad about Marcky.
He was good people.
Can I help you?
No.
But I have something for you. It's a potluck basket.
I like to do it for all the newbies.
See, everybody in the building gives a little gift,
and then I make it look all "purty."
Here you go. Welcome to Prospect Gardens.
Rat traps?
Oh, um, yes, they are from Lloyd, the building manager.
He's got them all over the building,
just in case you get rats.
The bath salts are from me.
How do you know if I have a lady?
Oh, please.
As if something like that could still be on the market.
Right. It's not, right?
Well, uh, listen, Judy...
- Amy. - Maybe you can save me
some time and an altercation or two.
- Mm-hmm. - I dropped my nest egg
on this place,
and that's years of interrogations and arrests.
Arrests?
Are you a man in blue?
I'm head detective of the Santa Barbara Police Department.
Oh, get out of this condo!
I need you to do something for me, Sally.
- Amy. - I need you to spread the word
that there's a new sheriff in town.
And I'm going to be doing background checks
on everyone in this building,
including that duplicitous seven-year-old next door.
Good, 'cause he's a full-on little d-bag.
Hey, any chance you could get Lloyd
to replace that hideous awning?
Consider it done. I leave no stone unturned, Amy.
Now go spread that word.
Spread it door-to-door
like a northwest wildfire being fed by an August wind.
You're kind of super awesome.
- Thanks for noticing. - You're welcome.
And listen, if you need anything, I'm...
What's going on?
Gus...
- I've learned my lesson. - Hmm.
It turns out that toys
are not the safest place to hide expensive jewelry.
Yeah.
Hey, Lassie!
What, did you come by to thank us
in person for your housewarming gift?
I'm here because I have a...
situation at my new condo.
- Dead hookers? - Robot cockroaches?
I heard things.
All right.
Take a load off, Lassie.
What's... what's going on?
Just strange sounds and...
jiggling and hissing, and...
I also, um, saw some things.
What kind of things?
Just general spooky-type things,
things that are hard to explain, like, um...
people that are there when they shouldn't be
and should be when they aren't.
And, um, there were some chairs that moved on their own.
Sure.
Your place is haunted!
No, no, no, it's not.
It is not haunted, you simpletons.
It's just... it's nothing more than nonsense probably,
and since nonsense is your specialty,
I thought I would come here first.
We appreciate that.
What the hell is this?
Standard hiring contract.
Legal stipulations,
sexual-harassment guidelines, labor laws.
And an envelope for per diem.
That's 60 bones per dude and a slushy fund.
That's money set aside strictly for slushies.
You two morons are really enjoying this, aren't you?
- Not at all. Not really. - No.
I will pay your standard flat rate,
not a penny more... take it or leave it.
We will take it.
You know the address.
Meet me at the condo at 6:00.
- Don't be late. - You got it.
You understand why I'm upset, right?
Lassie, we have to be prepared for any and all scenarios.
Including ones that may involve spirits,
shades, or sprites,
even though we know it's not any of that.
- Take those off, Guster. - Okay.
Now, listen, if anyone in the building
inquires about your presence, you're here for a sleepover.
Okay, not a sleepover.
You're here on official police business.
Agreed.
Let's do this.
Ooh, howdy, neighbor!
So, you know, I was just talking to Lloyd,
and I was telling him that I think
we need a vegetable garden on the roof.
And he was all, "Screw off,"
and I was all like, "You're hilarious."
Had to be there.
Anyway, who are you friends?
Shawn Spencer... psychic detective, S.B.P.D.
This is my partner... Fellatio del Toro.
We're investigating a haunting in Lassiter's new condo.
Wow. That's some good skinny.
I got to get up to this floor more often, huh?
They're joking.
They're here on official police business.
Mm, copy that, Poncharello. That's the haps.
You know, I got to say, I feel a whole lot better
having a big, strong man in blue on the beat.
Ooh, got to get off to work.
Nice to meet you, Shawn...
Fellatio.
Ooh!
Hello, Rose Marie.
Hello, Carlton.
I see you're still with child.
Yep, that's sort of how it works
when you're pregnant and haven't had the baby yet.
Hey, Rose Marie, I don't suppose you've given any more thought
to soundproofing the wall we share
in anticipation of your offspring having colic?
I don't suppose you've given any more thought
to kissing my fat, pregnant...
Jelly Bean, give me those bags!
Hey, Carlton, how are you?
Hello, Ed. I'm fine.
Tony, come home, sweetie.
So, listen, we're doing movie night tonight,
and if you don't have anything else to do,
why don't you come on by?
Lassie, can we? Can we, can we, can we?
Oh, gosh darn it, Ed. That sounds really fun.
But they're here on official police business.
Well, uh, uh, next time, then.
Say, uh, Carlton...
who you gonna call?
I do not like those people.
So where'd you see those ghostly nude twins?
They weren't nude. They were elderly.
Maybe in your imagination.
Down at the end of the hall.
It's a hallway, not a nightclub.
Jerks.
That's Art.
He was in Korea.
Lloyd, my good man.
I've been wanting to talk to you about something.
Let's keep those lightbulbs under 60 watts, huh?
The old girl's wiring wasn't built for speed.
- Mm-hmm. - Carry on.
Ah, ah, don't you ever touch me, son.
Duly noted.
My apologies.
Have a good day.
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
What are you...
Well, hello, ladies.
Yes?
- Can we... - Help you?
You know what? I think I have the wrong condo.
My bad.
Good day.
That will be $1,000.
Fine. So the creepy twins live in the building.
But I haven't touched my chairs
since someone or something put them on top of the table.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, this... this is impossible.
- Uh-oh. - That'll be another $1,000.
You have to believe me,
something strange is occurring here.
Lassie, you have any idea
how badly I wanted those twins
to be a set of freakish apparitions?
- More than you'll ever know. - Place looks great, by the way.
Yeah.
I think this is just a case
of your imagination getting the best of you.
Happens to Gus and I once every seven days.
This is not my imagination.
All right, think about it.
How sure must I have been that something nefarious
is at play here for me to come to you two dunderheads for help?
Hmm.
He's got a point.
Stop it!
Stop it.
Okay, we'll stay.
But we need to be free to do what we do.
There's an intensity to our work.
A focus so pure that even the slightest distraction
could cost us very dearly.
Gus, give me your face.
What's up, girl?
Worthless idiots.
Oh, I want to blow the bubbles!
Get it, girl. Get it.
Marlowe.
Aah!
Psst.
Did you have a bad dream, baby?
Aah! Aah!
Ooh!
Oh, my God.
What the hell?
- Lassie! - Lassie!
- What? - Get in here!
Go to sleep!
Son of...
This better be good!
- Lassie! - What, what, what?
Look!
Is that...
blood?
Woody, we came right down.
Why did you send us a 911 text when we were just upstairs?
No, it was a 711 text,
and I was hoping you could bring me a slurpee
or a quesadilla in the shape of a tube.
Did you analyze the blood from my light fixture like I asked?
I did, but first,
may I interest you in a game of shuffleboard?
- Ooh, me first! - Yes, please.
- Just spit it out! - The blood wasn't human.
I'm sorry?
The blood wasn't...
- Chupacabras? - Dead robot hookers?
Some kind of animal...
one with abnormally high triglycerides
and what appears to be an STD.
Lloyd's rat traps.
That's it... his rat traps!
Some sort of very, very large rodentia
got caught in one of the rat traps
and bled out into the light fixture.
How does that explain all the other weird stuff
you've experienced?
Stress, exhaustion, presence of you two nitwits.
Oh, this is so stupid,
just forget about the whole thing, okay?
Do not breathe a word of this to anyone.
Why would we spread this story around?
So Carlton's new condo is haunted,
and his ceiling is bleeding?
- Yes. - It all happened when we took
a late night trip to Tinkletown.
Not together.
Carlton, what... what happened to you?
These two happened.
You know, fellas, I didn't mention it before
- because it goes without saying... - You're welcome.
You're fired.
As usual, thanks for absolutely nothing.
Rat traps.
We should have told her about Lassiter's kitchen chairs
being mysteriously placed on top of the table.
Gus, I'm not telling Juliet about things
that we don't believe actually happened.
Oh, my God. I believe that happened!
I was afraid you were going to say that.
This isn't a haunting, Gus.
Someone's behind it, and if we can prove who,
Lassie has to pay us for services rendered.
That might be the most pragmatic thought
you've ever had.
But who's doing it?
Tonight's movie night.
So, if you're not doing anything,
why don't you come on by?
There was a competing bid on the place,
but I squashed that like a bug.
Lassie's neighbors... the Farrows.
Really? They seem pretty normal to me.
I will spill my own blood
to defend thine honor with my life.
My one, my only...
Char-line.
Aah!
So cold.
And curtain.
Now, where were we before we were interrupted
by my impromptu performance?
We are aware that you have interest in the condo next door.
Expanding your space?
Well, yes, of course we were interested,
especially with a new baby on the way.
And, yes, I had some plans drawn up.
It was going to be incredible... one big penthouse.
"Was"?
We owned a lingerie store...
Frisky Business.
We had to close the doors about a month ago.
So, until we get back on our feet,
we have to put our plans on hold.
We even withdrew our offer on 536.
And as far as anything strange going on here
the past couple of days, we only got in town yesterday,
and last night we had to take Tony to the emergency clinic.
He was running a very, very high fever.
I can't imagine why.
One last question...
Is there any merchandise left over from Frisky Business?
Well, okay, Lloyd, but as long as we are in agreement
that that awning is a real eyesore and...
I'm changing it!
Rude.
Ooh! Hello.
You know what I was just thinking?
I should put together a camping trip... I love to camp.
Do you love camping? I love camping.
The whole building could go camping!
Think on this.
- You liked that? - I didn't mind it.
Lloyd, my good man, I'm Shawn Spencer.
This is my partner, Eddie Adams from Torrance.
Yeah, I remember you.
You had your hand in a dead man's fridge.
May we sneak a word with you?
Come on in.
Lloyd?
- He did tell us to come in. - I guess so.
Where'd he go?
Hey, Lloyd!
Really love what you've done with the place.
Clean lines.
This is disgusting. Who lives like this?
Aah! Wow.
Lloyd.
Silly man.
Uh...
We... we are here to ask you kind of an odd question.
There's nothing around here that seems odd,
at least if you've seen what I've heard
and heard what I've seen.
So you're aware of the unexplained phenomena
in unit 536?
Well the business in unit 536 ain't unexplained.
- That's what we were thinking. - Right.
I told you we came to the right dude.
We think someone is trying to scare Carlton Lassiter
out of 536.
You're right, and I know who the culprit is.
Oh, okay.
Condo 536.
- Hmm. - I think we're done here.
No, wait, wait. I've seen it.
Sound-minded men move in there.
Then they begin to unravel.
And before you know it...
they're delivered into the mouth of madness.
Condo 536 has a curse within its walls.
Shawn...
We need to get out of here.
Thank you for your time, Lloyd.
All right, Papa Bear...
Previous residents of Lassie's place... go.
All right, first of all,
there's definitely something strange going on here.
It says that a guy named Ray Brauer lived in condo 536
for about three years, before one day,
he decides to take a flying leap out the bedroom window...
dead at the scene.
- What? - So the last two guys
who lived in Lassiter's place took their own lives?
Yeah, apparently.
Now, according to this, Brauer was increasingly erratic
before he took the big plunge.
Now, I'm no expert in this stuff,
but there's definitely something weird going on here.
- It's not haunted. - No, it isn't.
- I think it's haunted. - It probably is.
- Gus! - What?
Shawn.
I've been doing a little more digging
into the history of Lassiter's building.
It gets even more weird.
I'm not sure that's even possible.
Prospect Gardens' architect
was a man named J. Michael Hageman,
who conceived it as his masterpiece.
But the project had a lot of problems,
like structural issues, a series of contractors,
and eventually he saw his pet project as a colossal failure.
It was reported that his behavior
became more and more erratic, and then he just disappeared.
Was he ever found?
Three days later, in the building,
dead along with his wife... murder-suicide.
It's haunted. It's haunted!
- I'm with Gus on this one. - Would you two please stop?
All I'm saying is someone
other than me might want to go check on Lassie
to make sure the condo hasn't taken him.
All right, let's go.
Other than me. Other than me, Shawn!
It's a coincidence, Gus.
Did you even listen to Juliet's story?
What, some hack architect has a mean wife?
It's a tale as old as time.
Buildings do not drive people crazy.
Lassie?
- Lassiter? - Hmm.
Woody, you got to give us something.
Lassie's off his tree, and he's only getting worse.
My brethren, the death of Marc Steven Waraftig
has me vexed.
Blood screen says the man's blood contained
a surprising amount of amyl nitrite.
- Poppers? - Super job, Guster...
Psychoactive inhalant commonly used as a recreational drug,
usually before a long shift.
But his snacks are disgusting... way too healthy.
That doesn't make any sense.
Waraftig was some sort of health nut.
Woody, can you pull up the autopsy report for a Ray Brauer?
Oh, boy. Did you see that?
- No. - Yes.
Wowza.
Swan-dive out his bedroom window.
I always wanted to try that.
Traces of amyl nitrite in his system!
Guys, that must be it!
This psychoactive drug drove Brauer and Waraftig crazy,
and now someone's trying to do the same thing to Lassie.
Clearly we're looking for someone who knows the building
and has access to the units.
Lloyd.
This is exhausting.
Remind me again what I'm supposed to be looking for?
I don't know... anything that'll let us know
why Lloyd had it in for the guys of 536.
Dude, this is the housewarming gift we got Lassie.
Remember?
A.S.P.C.A. gift card?
But we made a donation in Lassiter's name
on behalf of squirrels everywhere.
Question is, why does Lloyd have it?
Because Lloyd is stealing from his residents.
This is Rose Marie's hat.
Based on this random collection of junk,
who knows how long he's been thieving?
This guy's a serious klepto.
I think he has one of Amy's paychecks.
Gus...
This is the stuff Woody was talking about...
amyl nitrite.
The stuff that was found in the two dead guys from 536.
Yeah, Lloyd is literally gassing them.
Uh, go up to Lassie's place.
See if you can find any traces of this stuff.
I'm going to call Juliet and look for Lloyd.
Why do I have to go to Lassie's?
You would rather go look for Lloyd in some dark corner?
I'm going to Lassie's.
Lassie?
Lassiter?
What are you doing here, Guster?
Lassie. Oh, listen...
Someone has been messing with your place.
And we know who it is.
- So do I. - You're not in your right mind
'cause you've been breathing a dangerous chemical...
this stuff.
Right...
Because you put it there just now.
No, I found it.
There is no limit to how far you and Spencer will go
to mess with me, is there?
Okay, Lassie, just try to pull it together.
And why? Because I am moving forward in my life,
and I have finally scratched out a little bit of happiness
and you two can't stand to see it!
- Well... - Especially you.
I mean, at least Spencer has a girlfriend.
That's cold-blooded, Lassie.
Here's the juice, Guster.
I will prevail.
I have worked too long and too hard to get to where I am,
and I am not about to let you two take this away from me.
Okay, you know what? You are out of your damn mind.
Stay here and relax. I'm going to get you some help.
- You're not going anywhere. - What is that supposed to mean?
Are you crazy?
En garde.
Lassie, Lassie!
Aah! Oh, strike one!
Hey, Jules.
I need you to come down to Prospect Gardens
and ask Lloyd the manager a few questions.
Guster!
Guster, come out and play!
The reason those guys killed themselves
is because they were out of their heads,
just like you!
Guster.
Ow!
You can run, but you can't hide!
Guster!
That was dumb.
Guster!
It's time to come out!
Gus.
- Boo! - Aah!
Guster! Come on!
It's going to be fun!
It wasn't me! It was Lloyd!
Lloyd is the one who's doing this!
Okay...
You win.
I guess I'm just gonna leave.
You're not leaving.
You're just making footstep sounds!
Fine.
Have it your way.
Aah!
- Aah! - Aah!
Damn it, this door's really solid.
I think it's oak.
I guess I better just huff and puff on this one!
Aah!
- Hey, Guster? - Yeah?
You know, at this rate, this is going to take me forever.
So, uh, how about you help a brother out
and unlock the door, huh?
So you can kill me? Hell, no!
I guess we're going to have to do this
the old-fashioned way, then.
Aah!
Stop, stop!
Tony, Tony, help me! Help me!
Tough luck, Guster.
No, please! Please don't!
Oh.
That's it, Lassie! It wasn't Gus! It was Lloyd!
It was Lloyd.
Cool. You can let me up now.
No!
What is that rattling?
It wasn't Lloyd.
All right...
If you could think of one thing in the world
that would make you feel better right now, what would it be?
I wouldn't say no to a Sloppy Joe.
Thank you.
Mm!
What the hell is this, Spencer?
Ah, that, my friend, is gazpacho.
It's very refreshing.
Mmm.
All right, I'm going to get him out of here.
We're going to be back at the station if you all need us.
Oh, I'm so sore.
Sorry I tried to kill you with my sword, Guster.
Shawn, if Lloyd isn't our killer,
then who else could it be?
This guy's a serious klepto.
I think he has one of Amy's paychecks.
We need to get back in Lloyd's place.
What? Why?
Are you going to explain to me what's going on, Shawn?
Yes, Gus. Yes, I am.
And it is a doozy.
We thought that Lloyd had stolen
one of Amy's paychecks.
But upon further inspection, it's not a paycheck.
It's a bill.
237, should have known.
You don't work at the hospital, do you, Amy?
We paid a little visit to a psychiatrist
named Dr. Anctil.
You're his patient.
Too bad the doctor-patient- confidentiality agreement
is moot when you're suspected of murder.
Yeah, he told us you have mommy issues...
and daddy issues...
and something called acute rejection disorder...
probably has something to do
with you being left at the altar.
Twice.
You fell madly in love with the first victim,
Ray Brauer, but the feelings just weren't mutual.
So you used the folklore of Prospect Gardens...
stories of its haunting borne by the murder-suicide
committed by the building's architect, J. Michael Hageman,
many years ago.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You methodically made Ray think he was losing his mind
by haunting and drugging him
and eventually pushing him out of his own bedroom window.
It worked so well that you decided
to do the same thing again to Mark,
who also gave you the cold shoulder.
- That's not true. - Ah-ah-ah.
Still not finished, Bananas Foster,
'cause there's poor, poor Lloyd.
After all these years of kleptomania,
his sticky fingers finally found evidence
that you were up to some nasty, nasty business.
So you killed him
and somehow figured out a way to stuff him
into the world's largest industrial dryer.
And put him on a long cycle.
Cops are on their way, Amy.
- It's the end of the line. - Sorry.
Oh!
Are you kidding me?
- Come on. - Are you kidding me?
She's got the crazy coursing through her legs!
All right, stop!
Stop! We're wildly out of shape.
No, he's out of shape.
The air's too thin for me up here.
I know why you were haunting Lassiter...
head detective of the S.B.P.D.
Not going to leave any stone unturned in your building...
had to turn up the heat to get rid of him.
Just throw in the towel.
We can get you the help that you need.
Let it end here.
"Let it end here"?
Okay.
There's so many floors...
So many floors!
Give it up, Amy!
There's no escape now!
Where'd she go?
This is not the greatest escape strategy, Amy.
Unless you led us up here for some reason.
For what? What? It's not like there's an amazing view.
It's mostly trees.
Aah!
Good thing Lloyd replaced that awning.
Yeah, I guess.
She's crazy!
She did it.
Get back!
- Jeez. - Yeah.
Hey, dude, I remember where I hid the ring.
Gus, that was money.
I must have shined that to you.
You can't shine, Shawn. But you can use your brain.
I did. I am.
I'm going to re-hide the ring.
This time, I've narrowed it down to three super-secret spots.
I want you to pick your favorite one.
Ready? Reptile house...
How about you put it back in the drawer
at your dad's house before he notices that it's missing?
That's not really hiding it, Gus.
That's more like giving it back.
That's right.
Or are you keeping it because you're planning
on proposing again?
No, I told you... that was never even really on the table.
Really?
Yeah, fine.
Just to show you that I'm on the level,
I'll do it, all right?
I will take the ring back to my dad's house.
Hmm.
Because marriage proposal is the furthest thing from my mind.
- Mr. O'Hara? - Gus.
I haven't eaten in 72 hours.
I need a sandwich and a cold drink, non-carbonated.
Sandwich should have cheese, but that's not a deal breaker.
I'm not a young man.
All right.
Frank, here you are... dressed like that.
I came as soon as I got your voice mail.
- Voice mail? - You left me
an urgent message saying you were headed out
for a weekend getaway with my daughter
and you wanted to talk to me first.
Oh, right, I did not forget that I did that.
But I left you that message a week ago.
- Where were you? - Tanzania.
You climbed Kilimanjaro?
Gus, don't make up words.
What were you doing in Australia, Frank?
Shawn, this is not about you and me
and whether or not I conned the Igbos
into revealing the location of the crystal skull of Mawibi.
I sense that you had an urgent question about my daughter,
so spit it out.
Don't mince words.
I gambled and went with a pickle.
Jackpot.
Okay, here's the deal.
I got this crazy idea in my head
that Jules wanted me to propose marriage
on our vacation, so, uh...
so I called you,
and... and then I stole my grandmother's engagement ring
from my father's bedroom.
Well, anyway, it was a huge misunderstanding, thank God.
But since you're here and you traveled all that way,
maybe I should bank your blessing
in case I need it in the very, very distant future.
Um...
Shawn...
I don't know... you're sharp, but...
I always dreamt that my daughter would marry someone unlike me...
someone honest.
Now look me in the eye and tell me
you've never lied to my daughter, huh?
Yeah, birds of a feather.
I've always had trouble with the truth, all my life.
And it's taken its toll on the people closest to me.
Mr. O'Hara, yes, Shawn has bent the truth on occasion,
but he's as decent as they come.
In fact, he's the type of guy
I'd want my daughter to bring home...
Provided he was mostly black...
- And God-fearing. - Okay.
And she wasn't really my daughter.
I'll think about that, that's very sweet.
I'll wait for your next call.
- Gus, what happened to my pickle? - You ate it already.
Can't put anything over on you!
Look at the time.
I got to fly.
If the NSC calls looking for me,
tell them I've dumped my cell phone.
Thanks, man.
You're welcome.
He still didn't give me his blessing.
And he took the plate I made from Color Me Mine.
This guy...
Frank!