Rand: He's telling me something. I don't know what this means.
Jodie: What? What is it?
Rand: I'm getting a "B" sounding name. "Bruce" maybe? "Brute?"
Jodie: Oh, my God. Brutus. That's our dog. Whenever we would come home, Brutus would always run to me first and Mike would say, "Et tu, Brute?"
Rand: We're getting very close now.
Jodie: Seven months. (touches stomach) Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you think, could we, Could you ask Mike what we should name him?
Rand: I don't have to ask him. Jodie, he hears you. He always hears you. His energy's gone. I-I've lost the connection.
Jodie: No, wait. Just ask him--
Rand: Perhaps we could try again next week? He's always with you, you know? I want you to know that.
Jodie: Thank you.
(Jodie leaves and Wilson come in)
Rand: Good job on the dog.
Wilson: She had her photos up on her facebook page. It wasn't hard to find.
Rand: Her most recent bank statement...
Wilson: According to this, she's got about $8000 left in her joint savings account, well, it's formerly joint. So we could probably squeeze another five sessions out of her, tops, before she balks.
Rand: She's still got the house, right?
Rand: She can sell that. Never leave money on the table, Wilson.
Rand: All right, who's next?
Ryan: It's been five months since the accident. I don't know how to describe it. It's like she's a zombie walking around in a trance.
Nate: Everyone grieves in their own way.
Ryan: She's not dealing with it, Mr. Ford. He's not letting her. She thinks he's channeling Mike. And all the... All the guy's doing is taking her for a ride. He ran a credit check on her. Who does that?
Nate: People who want your money. I assume you've, uh, shown this to her.
Ryan: I've tried. She won't listen to me anymore. It's like she's been brainwashed or something.
Nate: Yeah, belief perseverance. People cling even tighter to their beliefs after they've been shown evidence contradicting them.
Ryan: What am I supposed to do? This guy has taken every penny from Mike's life insurance policy and now Jodie's talking about putting her house up on the market next week. Her house. And the baby's due in two months. If this keeps up--
Nate: All right, don't worry. This guy, Rand, is gonna pay. We're gonna make sure of that.
Ryan: I'm not here asking for money, Mr. Ford. I just want my sister back.
(Parker and Nate are in line to see Randís show)
Man: Welcome to the show. OK, go right ahead.
Parker: So this is where he shoots his show, huh? Surrounded by warehouses and storage lockers?
Nate: Well, it's, uh, local cable access. He's, uh, self financing. They're probably trying to score a bigger payday. Network or something.
Hardison: Yeah, you're right about that. I've hacked Rand's website, stole his passwords and used 'em to access his e-mail. You know, this man has his computer hooked up to the city's free Wi-Fi?
Hardison: My nana could hack this thing.
Hardison: Looks like there's gonna be a network scout from WMN in the audience today. Sounds like he's tryin' to go prime time.
Eliot: TV show means a control room. I'll see what I can find.
Woman (to Parker): Who are you hoping comes through today?
Parker: Nothing. What, uh, nobody. I don't wanna talk to anybody.
Nate: What's wrong?
Parker: I just don't like psychics, OK? They freak me out.
Nate: OK, just relax. All right? We're just here to see what tricks Rand has up his sleeve. That's all. Just...
Rand: Thank you all for coming. I'd like to just jump right in here because I'm... I'm feeling an energy. It's coming from someone over here. Uh, an M, Mmm...
(a woman in the audience nudges Monica)
Monica: I'm Monica.
Rand: I'm getting an L name that connects with you. Uh, Lucky. Lucy.
Rand: It's a maternal energy. Your grandmother, is that right? You should know she's very proud of you.
(Eliot walks in to see a bunch of information taped to the wall, a life feed of the audience, and a computer with internet access)
Eliot: Hey! This is not the bathroom? All right. What's goin' on?
Wilson: You're not authorized to be in here.
Eliot: You're like the wizard, huh? Look at that.
(Eliot attaches a camera to a piece of equipment)
Wilson: You gotta go.
Eliot: What is this, like the guy behind the...?
Wilson: All right. I said get out.
Eliot: All right, man. (pushes Wilson away) Go play with your computers. I got it wrong. Sorry.
(Hardison pulls up the video feed of the Control Room)
Hardison: And we're in. Now we see what they see.
Tara: What is that smell?
Hardison: What smell? I just washed this thing. You could eat off the floor.
Tara: No, there's a smell.
Rand: Someone else is coming through right now.
Rand: It's, uh... Is it... is it Fred? Or... Or Frank?
Nate: I got a gecko named Frank. He's alive, though. Yeah. I mean at least he was this morning when I left. You tryin' to tell me something about...
Rand: It's, uh, It's not a gecko. You've shut yourself off to the energies that are around us. But, your friend here, she's a little more receptive.
Rand: In fact, I think I'm getting an energy right now. It's definitely family. Is it your father? No. No, it's a sibling. Brother.
(Parker looks down)
Rand: You were both very young. It was an accident. I see a road. I see a car. But your brother's not in the car. He's in the street. Wheels. I see wheels. A skateboard. No, a bicycle. Was he riding a bicycle when he was struck? He's been gone a long time from you now.
(Parker tries not to cry)
Rand: He's sorry that he had to leave you. He knows that you feel responsible, but he wants you to know it was an accident. You taught him to ride that bike, didn't you?
(Parker runs out of the studio)
Rand: That's all right. Sometimes people aren't ready to hear what the spirits have to say.
(Nate gets up and follows Parker out)
Tara: He is good.
Hardison: He should be shot.
(Parker is sitting on the floor near the couch when the others walk in)
Parker: There's no way he coulda known that stuff. I've never told anyone. No one. Ever.
Nate: But, Parker, he didn't know anything.
Parker: No, Nate. You said we'd find a trick up his sleeve. You said we'd find a trick. Well, we didn't find a trick, did we? He knew things. He's really psychic.
Eliot: He's not a psychic, Parker. He's just a con man.
Nate: He just did a cold read on you. That's all.
Tara: He asked questions and used your answers to guide him.
Parker: But I didn't say anything.
Nate: You didn't have to. Can I show you something?
(Hardison pulls up a feed of the show on the monitors)
Nate: Right, right there. Do you remember when he asked you, "Is this energy that I'm getting, does it have anything to do with your father?" Do you remember? Well, you furrowed your eyebrow. You might as well have told him, "No."
Tara: And then, when he keyed in on your brother, right here. Your eyes widened just slightly. He knew he was on the right track.
Hardison: Then he just guessed, Parker. He got a hit when he said that you were both very young and he just went with the odds. An accident of some kind.
Parker: But he knew about the bicycle.
Nate: No, he didn't. 'Cause what happened was he said "wheels," and then he moved on. He said "skateboard." You told him about the bicycle.
Parker: No, I didn't say anything.
Nate: You had a certain tell, Parker. Your mouth opened just a little bit. Enough for him to register your surprise. Then, well, he just guessed.
Tara: He used all these things during the reading. How your breathing changed, if your shoulders were raised or slouched, how you were holding your hands, if your, if your lips were pursed.
Parker: What about the other people? He knew names and relationships.
Nate: Yeah, the hot read. What he does is he researches before the show, gets himself armed with as much information as possible to help him with the readings. It's not really that much different than what we do.
Parker: But he doesn't know who's gonna be in the audience ahead of time.
Nate: Well, no. No, he doesn't. He doesn't know until they're there.
(a camera is aimed down at the people waiting in line to get into the studio)
Nate: He's got cameras all over the place hoping to pick up something, hear something that's gonna help him in the readings.
Tara: He has a plant. He's got an assistant who stands in line and pretends to be part of the audience.
Woman: I can't explain it, but sometimes it feels like he's still around.
Man: Oh, I know what you mean. My mom died a few months ago, heart attack. (a microphone is on the building behind them) I'm just hoping Mr. Rand can make contact with her. Find out if she hears me.
(Rand sits in the control room listening as Wilson hands him an earbud)
Nate: That person feeds him the information about the readings in his ear using ear buds just like we do.
Wilson: All right, first one up is Monica. She's here to speak to her grandmother, Lucille. She's sitting on your left. Your other left.
Rand: ...someone over here.
Hardison: Now, there's, like, a dozen hidden cameras, and the bug that Eliot planted in the control room. I got audio feeds off of 20 hidden microphones that were taped to the chairs in the audience. I-I got names, people they wanted to contact, dates.
Nate: And that is what Rand has hidden up his sleeve.
Tara: So what do we do now?
Parker: Cut off his arms. And his head. Yeah. I wanna kill him. Can we make that happen?
Eliot: Yeah. I can... I mean, I could...
Nate: Or we could give him exactly what he wants. And then make the world think that he's the greatest psychic that ever lived. And then, in front of the network and his audience we destroy him.
Eliot: How do we do that?
Nate: We go and steal the future.
Rand: Of course, we'll expand the studio, even move to LA, if you want.
Executive: Mr. Rand, I don't doubt your gift. But it's nothing we haven't seen before on television. And I got an email from the network this morning. The audience for psychic shows is leveling off. I can't justify picking you up unless I see something truly unbelievable.
Rand: Let me set up a special taping to show you exactly what I'm capable of. Although going deeper into the void is a little dangerous, I'm willing to do it if you are.
Wilson: Mr. Rand, I gotta talk to you.
Rand: About what? That show? It was a disaster. I need more. More things on more people. Real facts, things that only the dead would know.
Wilson: I've replaced the equipment. I've upgraded our microphones. I could put more plants in the audience, but if their questions get more explicit, they could give us away.
Rand: I had to cold read half that audience in there.
Wilson: Well, you're always saying how you never get to practice cold reads.
Rand: Not live. Not in front of network suits, you idiot.
Wilson: No, but sir, you, you were amazing. I mean, the way you used that rainbow ruse, the Russian doll. You had them eating out of your hand. I've never seen anything like it.
Rand: You wanna know what the trick is?
Rand: It's confidence. You believe what you're saying and they'll believe it, too. Doesn't matter how many misses, 'cause it's the hits that they'll remember.
Wilson: Yes, sir.
Rand: All right. So what do we have scheduled for the rest of the day?
Wilson: That's what I wanted to talk to you about. We've actually had some cancellations.
Rand: Cancellations? They give a reason?
Wilson: The same reason, actually.
[Exterior Coffee Shop]
Tara: Here he comes.
Nate: Just incredible. Here. Let me give you something for all you've given me.
Tara: Please, you know I can't accept that.
Nate: I always thought you guys were, you know, fakes. And I saw this one guy the other night and...
Tara: That's not why I do this.
Nate: You sure?
(Nate walks away and Rand walks over)
Tara: How may the spirits serve you today?
Rand: Maybe you can explain why you keep poaching my clients. (throws a business card on the table)
Tara: I must apologize, Mr. Rand. It's true I've had more visitors lately, but I had no idea it was at your expense. I'm Bethany, Bethany Noble.
Rand (sits down): The, uh, outfit is a little on the nose, but, uh, other than that, I gotta say I find your shtick amusing.
Tara: I'm sorry?
Rand: Working out of a coffee shop? No neon lights. No tarot cards or Ouija boards. So what's your story? You got me curious.
Tara: Two years ago, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. The doctors removed it, but ever since, I guess you could say I was twice blessed. With renewed life, and with this gift.
Rand: You're serious.
(Tara takes his hand and guides it to the back of her head)
Tara: Feel the scar?
Rand: All right, then. Tell me something that only the spirits would know. Tell me about my father. How he died.
Hardison: Don't worry. I got you, girl.
Eliot: Wait a minute, we didn't give her that scar, did we?
Nate: No. We did not.
[Exterior Coffee House]
Tara: Yeah. Well, I could channel your father, Mr. Rand, but that might be difficult, seeing how he's still alive. Indiana, isn't it? Do you still have the prayer book he gave you?
(Rand takes his arms off the table and shakes them, surprised)
Tara: What's wrong?
Rand: I just felt something.
Hardison: Nate had me rig the table with a mild electrical current.
Eliot: You electrocuted him?
Hardison: Yes, I did. It helped sell the bit.
Parker: I approve.
Hardison: Thanks, Parker.
Eliot: No. Her agreein' with you is not a good thing.
[Exterior Coffee House]
Rand: OK. You saw through a trick question. Doesn't mean anything. I'm a known commodity in this city. You could've looked me up.
Tara: The spirits are all around us. Watching us. Guiding us. I don't need to look people up. The spirits tell me all I need to know.
Rand: You're clairvoyant.
Tara: They're clairvoyant. I just listen.
Rand: What do they say about me?
Tara: You want to know your future? (takes his hand) They're calling you by a different name. Do you know the way, Jose?
Tara: They're saying Jose doesn't pay his tickets. And it'll burn him. Don't ask the officer for help, he has his own problems. But don't worry. You're the life of the party, so celebrate. And bring extra cash because you won't have enough. A day late, a dollar short, and if you don't look both ways, you'll never live to see tomorrow.
Rand (pulls hand away): OK, listen. I think I've heard enough. Lady, I love your act. I really do. And I wish you all the best with it. This is my turf. Stay off it. (walks away)
[Interior Coffee House]
Barrista: Jose. I've got a misto here for Jose.
Tara: They're calling you by a different name. Do you know the way, Jose?
[Interior Coffee House]
Rand: Uh, I think that's supposed to be mine.
[Exterior Coffee House]
(Rand enters the court yard to find Tara gone. He hears a beeping and sees a tow truck taking his car away)
Rand: Hey, hey! (runs out to the street) I paid all my tickets! Hey!
Tara: They're saying Jose doesn't pay his tickets.
[Exterior Coffee House]
Rand (spills coffee on his hand): Ahh!
Wilson: Mr. Rand, your twelve o'clock's here. It's a new client. I think he's, uh...
Rand: Uh, I'll handle it. (walks into sitting room) How can I help you today?
Officer: Actually, this is, uh, this is kind of embarrassing. The guys would kill me if they knew I was here.
Tara: Don't ask the officer for help. He has his own problems.
Rand: Officer. You're... You're a police officer.
Officer: Yeah, how did you know that? Oh, right, because you're... Yeah.
(Rand opens a fortune cookie at a restaurant that reads ďYouíre the life of the party, so celebrate.Ē)
Tara: You're the life of the party, so celebrate. And bring extra cash, because you won't have enough.
(Rand reaches for his wallet, but itís gone. He stumbles out of the restaurant and looks down at a can in the street)
Tara (voiceover): And if you don't look both ways you'll never live to see tomorrow.
(Rand barely makes it out of the way as a car speeds by and squashes the can)
[Exterior Coffee House]
(Rand is sleeping on Taraís table when she sits down the next morning)
Tara: You been here all night?
Rand: Bethany, it happened. All of it happened just like you said it would. How do you do it?
Tara: I'm just a conduit. I don't do anything. I simply speak what's on their minds.
Rand: You gotta come to work for me.
Tara: My gift is just that. It's a gift. It's meant to be shared, not bought and sold. And you're a charlatan, Mr. Rand. I can't be part of that.
Rand: Oh, no, no. See, I did my homework. (pulls out a piece of paper) You need me just as much as I need you. You're in debt up to your ears. You got no steady stream of income. You will never pay off those hospital bills.
Tara: How did you get my credit report?
(Hardison creates a credit history for Tara to complete her background)
[Exterior Coffee House]
Rand: It doesn't matter. What matters is, you and I, we can help people.
Tara: You wanna use my gift to make you famous. How is that helping people?
Rand: Come on. It's just for a little while. 'Til you get back on your feet.
Tara: It would only be temporary.
Rand: Absolutely. Only, you gotta tell me something. How do you do it? Honestly.
(Parker switches the cups at the coffee house, then picks Randís pocket as he leaves)
Rand: Hey! I paid all my tickets! I paid 'em!
(Eliot attaches a hoist to Randís car and drives away. Hardison looks up information on the officer that visits Rand, then stuffs a fortune cookie with the correct fortune. Nate nearly hits Rand as he exits the restaurant)
[Exterior Coffee House]
Tara: The truth is, I have a lot of help.
(Rand enters with Tara)
Wilson: Oh, Mr. Rand. I thought you said no one else was allowed in here.
Rand: Change of plans, Wilson. You're out. Ms. Noble will be taking over from here.
Wilson: I, uh, I, I don't understand.
Rand: I need you outside. Go work the line.
(Wilson leaves the room)
Tara: This doesn't feel right. I should go.
Rand: Because of Wilson? Bethany, the Wilsons of the world, they serve their purpose, but you and I, we are special. We're gonna do something great. Here.
(Rand puts Taraís coat on the back of the chair and shows her the monitors)
Tara: So, what do you want me to do?
Rand: OK. This microphone connects to my earpiece. Now, you look in the audience, tell me who to talk to. Use your gift.
Tara: When I connect with their loved ones, you want me to tell you what they say?
Rand: Mmm-hmm. You tell me. I communicate to them. See, that's, uh, that's my gift. Relax. It's just a trial run. If you do well, in a little while we'll perform live for the network.
Nate: OK, you ready?
Hardison: You do realize what you're asking me to do is impossible, right?
Nate (hands him orange soda): Here ya go.
Hardison: And my gummy frogs. I need my gummy frogs.
Nate: You serious?
(Nate goes and gets the gummy frogs and throws them to Hardison)
Nate: OK, Parker, how's the harvest?
Parker: Excuse me. (steals womanís wallet) Hi. There's no food or drink in the auditorium, miss.
Woman: Oh. I'm sorry.
Parker: Thanks. Uh, I can only get one wallet at a time because someone is making me return them. I still don't get why we're not just making this guy dead.
(scans ID in ankle scanner)
Nate: Yeah, well that's why you're on wallet detail.
Nate: OK, guys, show's about to begin. Tara, it's on you.
Tara: Got it.
Rand: The people that we've lost, they are not gone to us. They're on the other side and they're trying to make contact with us, to guide us, to console us. And all of us here have, at one point or another, wanted to talk to them one more time. Tonight, we're gonna do just that. I feel a presence.
Parker: Third row aisle. Yellow dress.
Tara: Third row on the aisle. The woman in the yellow dress.
Hardison: Got her.
Nate: Yeah. Right there.
Hardison: Sandra Kimmel. Hairdresser. Uh, credit score's really low, 580. Last posted statement, paint store, truck rental.
Eliot: I got a 17-year-old Cutlass. There's a breast cancer ribbon on the rearview mirror. A bunch of financial magazines in the back.
Rand: This presence, it's someone that you loved very much. It's...
Tara: Her mother.
Rand: Your mother.
Tara: Breast cancer. She died last year.
Rand: She was taken from you just last year. Breast cancer.
Woman (crying): Yes, that's--that's right.
Tara: Tell her her mother doesn't blame her for the salon going under.
Rand: Your mother, she knows how much you wanted your business to succeed. It was a salon, wasn't it?
Tara: Her mother also knows how hard she worked on the painting and the construction.
Rand: Your mother says that your whole life, you never asked for help. Never. She knows that you built that salon with your own two hands and she's proud of you, no matter what happens.
Rand: I'm feeling another presence. It's, it's a man this time.
Eliot: I got a truck, Michigan plates, covered in mud, two suitcases in back.
Tara: He drove all night to get here. Didn't even check into his hotel.
Hardison: Well, big floral arrangement posted to his credit card a week ago. He canceled a fly fishin' trip the same day. (slaps Nateís hands) Do you know what you're touching? Do you know?
Tara: Okay. His father died last week.
Parker (looking at phone): He got a call from the National Transportation Safety Board.
Tara: It was a private plane. It went down.
Rand: Your father died in a plane crash last week.
Man: That's right. How'd you know?
Rand: He knows that you two had your differences and he loves you. But he wants you to be safe. Driving ten straight hours from Michigan to get here, that's not safe.
Man: That's my dad.
Hardison: Whoo! Margaret Kusen. Both parents deceased over 20 years ago. She hired a private investigator last month.
Tara: She's not here to talk to anyone.
Tara: She wants answers. About her husband.
Rand: The spirits are telling me one thing. Your husband is hiding something. I'm sorry. That's all I'm getting.
Margaret: It's OK. That's what I wanted to know.
Rand: And we'll be right back.
(Rand walks off stage)
Wilson: She is amazing. Is she for real?
Rand: Who cares? Look at these people. They're eating it up. She is gonna make me a star.
Tara: I'm sorry I couldn't give you more.
Rand: More? Are you kidding me? Save it for the pay-per-view event. I'm tellin' you, I'm starting to rethink this network deal.
Tara: They'll still come to the show, right?
Rand: Yes, they will come. Are you kidding? After what you did in there...
(a black van speeds in from the road)
Eliot: Tara, you got company.
Rand: ...they are gonna back up the money truck for you. I can just see it.
(two men grab Rand and throw a hood over his face before pulling him toward the van)
(Tara tries to hold Rand back and Eliot dashes across the parking lot. One of the men push Tara away as they get Rand inside the van. Tara knees the man who pushed her as the other closes the van door)
Tara: Come on!
(Eliot pushes the man against the side of the van and blocks the punches of the other man before hitting him several times in the chest and head. He turns and dodges a punch then drives the other man into the side of the van. Eliot catches the second manís hand and looks down at it for a moment before pushing him away and punching him in the chest. Eliot grabs the first man before he can reach Tara and pulls him back. Both men get into the van)
Eliot: You OK?
(Eliot tries to get into the van but it speeds away)
Nate: Any theories?
Eliot: Maybe somebody didn't like their psychic reading.
Nate: Or maybe someone liked it too much.
Parker: What do you mean?
Tara: Rand told me it was the best show he ever did.
Nate: Now, everyone was there at the show to talk to the dead, except that woman at the end. Why was she there?
Tara: Her husband. She thinks he's cheating on her.
Hardison: How'd you know that? All I said was she hired a private investigator.
Eliot: Married woman in her 40s? She's not looking for the Maltese Falcon.
Nate: What do we know about this husband?
Hardison: Uh, there's the guy she came in with. Let's see what the facial recognition says about... (checking computer) Oh, hello. Nickolas Kusen, age 44. He did time in Riverview a few years back for armed robbery.
Eliot: One of the thugs who tried to grab her had a prison tattoo.
(Eliot catches the second manís hand and looks down at it for a moment before pushing him away)
Parker: So, what, Kusen has a secret and he's gonna kill Rand so he doesn't reveal it? That'd be good.
Eliot: No, you wanna kill someone you don't get out and throw 'em in a van. You don't get out of your seat.
Nate: Right. Kusen needs Rand for his "psychic" abilities. That's why he was being secretive around his wife.
Parker: Let me get this straight, we did such a good job of convincing people Rand was really a psychic, that we got him kidnapped?
Nate: Which means that we have to find him, rescue him and then, you know, take him down. Let's go to work.
Hardison: I tracked the van using the city's CCTV traffic cams. They made a right on Willoughby and a left on Dunsmire. It looks like they're headed east.
Nate: Give me some good news on the financials.
Tara: They're all over the place. Hard to get a clear picture. Must be a cash-heavy operation, probably import/export.
Parker: You know that body shop Kusen pays property taxes on?
Nate: Let me guess, not a body shop?
Eliot: It's a parking lot.
Hardison: Hey, guys. I managed to track 'em as far Tremont before I lost 'em, but they're somewhere in the North End. If I had to guess, I would say they were--
Tara: Union Wharf? And I can do you one better. (picks up a piece of paper) I've got an address.
Eliot: All right, I'm gonna be right outside. Be there in seconds if you need me.
Tara: Let's hope I don't.
(Tara enters the warehouse and approaches an area where Rand is sitting in a chair with men all around him)
Tara: Excuse me?
(men point guns at Tara)
Tara: Are you gonna keep him long? Because we have a show later.
Kusen: And who are you?
Rand: She's with me. M-Ms. Noble. She and I, we work together. How'd you find me?
Tara: The spirits told me. They said you needed my help.
Kusen: Ah, so you're a psychic, too. Join us. (guides her forward) Join us. Get the lady a chair. As I was, uh, just explaining to Mr. Rand, I have a bit of a problem. Several years ago I was involved in a short-term business venture with a very high rate of return. An associate and I had gone into this endeavor together, but before we could split the profits from our enterprise, an unfortunate misunderstanding forced me to spend a few years in Upstate New York. Have you ever been there? It's beautiful this time of year.
Rand: Yeah, it's, It is beautiful. Beautiful. Gorgeous.
Kusen: Anyway, when I returned to claim what was mine, Mr. Brancato wasn't particularly forthcoming with the information. He passed away without revealing (cracks his knuckles) its location. And now you see my dilemma.
Tara: You robbed a bank and you want us to help you find where your partner hid the money.
Kusen: My wife is such a big fan of yours, Mr. Rand. She seems to think you have a knack for this sort of thing. So, I hope that's true. Because, uh, this is only gonna go down two ways. Uh, you don't find the money, and I kill you. Or you find the money, and I might consider not killing you. So what do you say?
Parker: At least he's not cheating on his wife.
Hardison: OK, I found his ex-partner. Cesar Brancato. Now, his name was on the lease for the body shop that Kusen supposedly owned.
Nate: OK. This guy wants a bag of money. Let's get him a bag of money. Everybody listen up.
Rand: There was a problem before the robbery. You, uh, you had issues with him. You didn't trust him.
Kusen: I don't need to be psychoanalyzed, Mr. Rand. I can get that at home. Where the hell's my money?!
Tara: I'm seeing something. It's a car. An old car. I'm walking around it now. The license plate's missing. It's a Chevrolet. A Chevrolet Malibu.
Kusen: That's what he drove. A '78 Malibu.
Tara: If we follow the car, it'll lead us to the money.
Kusen: What do you say we go for a ride? Huh?
(Kusen opens the van door and Rand helps Tara out)
Rand: Uh, It's in this direction. (Tara moves him slightly) Over here.
(Parker moves among the cars)
Parker (on comm): Buy me ten seconds.
Tara: Oh. (nearly faints)
Rand: You all right?
Tara: I'm sorry. Sometimes the visions are a little overwhelming.
Parker: Good to go.
Tara: This way.
(Tara leads them to a Malibu. One of his men jimmy the door open and checks the glove box, finding an envelope addressed to Brancato he hands to Kusen)
Kusen: Well, I'll be damned.
(Hardison makes up a fake registration for the car and prints it out. Parker takes the registration and distresses it)
Kusen: Search it.
(the man begins searching the car and finds a key he tosses to Kusen)
Tara: May I hold it? (takes the key)
Kusen: Do you see anything? What does it open?
Tara: I see a storage unit. Someone's making a deposit on it. He has a beard and glasses.
Kusen: That's him! That's Brancato.
(Nate is counting out money)
Nate: I only need the, uh, unit for a week. Uh, are you attached to those overalls, Phil? (holds up money)
(Kusen opens the van door and Rand helps Tara out)
Kusen: Come on.
Rand: Oh, I know this place. We're, uh--
Tara: Shh. I need to concentrate.
Kusen: Which unit does this open? (hands Tara the key)
Hardison: Guys, we're not ready. We gotta stall. We gotta stall.
Tara: No, I'm sorry. I've lost my connection to the spirit world. It-it's like a car battery. I just need to recharge.
Kusen: I've waited long enough. (grabs the key) Come on. Try this one right here. Feels good. Go get it.
(the man puts cutters on a lock and begins to cut)
Nate: Whoa. What's goin' on? What the heck you doin' over here?
Kusen (holding gun on Nate): I need to see your records.
Hardison: Just a few more minutes, Nate. Keep 'em busy.
Nate: Are you guys cops?
Kusen: Yeah. The K-9 unit. The dog ate my badge. Which unit does this key open?
Nate: Uh, right, um, (takes key) lt's, I'm gonna have to check my records.
Kusen: Let's look at your records.
Nate: OK. We're gonna check the records.
(Nate and Kusen enter the office. Down the aisle, Hardison, Eliot and Parker round a corner moving boxes toward a storage unit)
Hardison: We need more boxes.
Parker: And a lot of luck.
Eliot: Yeah, well, I think we used all our luck on finding this place.
Hardison: Wait, hold, hold...
(Hardison tapes something to the back wall of the unit as the others move boxes)
Hardison: You know what? It ain't luck, OK? Finding the perfect place to end the treasure hunt is a testimony to my intellectual prowess.
(Eliot drops a box on Hardisonís foot)
Eliot: What? It's baby clothes.
Hardison: It says "books," man.
Eliot: Does it?
Nate: Not that. You gotta line up the right, uh...
Hardison: Nate, we're all clear.
Nate: ...code with the thing there. And, uh, I think there, yeah! There we go. It's, uh, that'd be unit number, uh, 398.
(Kusen grabs the key and exits)
(man opens the door to the storage compartment and enters
Kusen: Go, come on.
(Kusens men go inside and begin to search the boxes)
Kusen: You better hope they find the money.
Man: Come on, come on. What's in there?
Kusen: Keep goin'. Open that box.
(men continue to search the unit but donít find any money. Kusen points the gun at Rand)
Kusen: What's your crystal ball say now?
Rand: Uh, I don't know.
Kusen: You better go into a trance or something, whatever it is you do, because I'm fresh out of patience!
Rand: I'm not psychic. I can't, I can't communicate with the dead. I-i-it's all fake.
Kusen: I think you're holding out on me. You know where the money is. You just want it for yourself.
Rand: No. No. I-i-it's not... Listen to me. My studio is wired up with microphones and cameras. And I-I make it look like I'm a psychic, but I'm not. You know, I-I cold read people. Yeah, I ask 'em questions, I look at their reactions. It's-It's all I do. It's a scam. OK? I've been runnin' it for years.
Tara: I have to say, guys. I totally saw this one coming.
(Tara slides the door to the unit closed. Kusen grabs Rand and shoves him up against the wall)
Kusen: How'd you know I was hidin' something from my wife?
Rand: I didn't. She did.
(something along the wall begins to beep and an explosion blows a hole in the wall into the studio auditorium. Rand and Kusen walk through)
Rand (on audio): I cold read people. Yeah, I-I ask 'em questions, I look at their reactions. It's all I do. It's a scam. OK? I've been runnin' it for years.
(a monitor shows Kusen and Rand in the storage unit talking)
(Hardison mounts a camera on the light of the storage unit. Parker mounts a camera on the wall, and Eliot mounts another camera.)
Hardison: I'm not done piggybacking the signal from the unit cameras to the live studio feed. We're not ready yet. You gotta stall. You gotta stall.
Man: It's all fake.
Woman: You creep.
Man: He's a fake.
Kusen (on audio): You just want it for yourself.
(Jodie sits in the audience getting angry as she realizes Rand is a fake)
Rand: No. No. It's not... Listen to me. My studio is wired up with microphones and cameras. And I-I make it look like I'm a psychic, but I'm not. You know, I-I cold read people. Yeah, I ask 'em questions, I look at their reactions. It's all I do. It's-It's a scam.
Officer: There he is. That's him. You're under arrest.
(police move in an put handcuffs on Rand and Kusen)
Rand: Hey, you know what? He's the bad guy. When we were in there he had a gun on me and he robbed a bank.
Officer: Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna believe anything you say. Get him out of here.
(police begin to pull Kusen and Rand toward the door)
Rand: Wait, no! Come on. Not jail.
Rand (on audio): ... and cameras. And I-I make it look like I'm a psychic, but I'm not.
Rand: You know, I'm getting' a bad feeling about this. No, really.
(as police put Kusen and Rand into a car, Rand sees the team leaning against a van nearby)
Officer: Watch your head.
Hardison: He who sells miracles will have the devil knockin' at his door.
Parker: What is that, a proverb?
Hardison: Fortune cookie. What? What? It started with "He who."
Tara: They do make a cute pair, don't they?
Nate: Let's see, we got, uh, we got assault, kidnapping and burglary for our friend, Kusen, and garden variety fraud for our psychic friend, Dalton Rand. Any way we can get them in the same prison?
Hardison: That could be arranged.
Eliot: Hey, let's go, man. Let's go.
Tara: So, all the people who thought he could talk to their loved ones on the other side, what's to stop them from falling for the next Dalton Rand?
Nate: Not a thing.
Tara: Then why do it?
Ryan: It's OK, Jodie.
Jodie: I'm sorry. I'm just so embarrassed.
Nate: No, no, don't be. Dalton Rand is a con artist. He took advantage of hundreds of people. Maybe thousands.
Tara: But now that he's headin' to jail, he can't do it to anyone else.
Jodie: A part of me knew it wasn't real, but I didn't care. I missed Mike so much. I wanted to see him again so bad.
Nate: You will see him again. Maybe it'll be a look. (looks at Jodieís pregnant stomach) Maybe it'll be a gesture. Maybe it'll be the way he spreads peanut butter on a slice of bread. But when you see it, you'll know and you'll say, "That's Mike." And you know what? That's a miracle no one could ever sell you.
Jodie: Thank you, Mr. Ford.
(Jody and Ryan get up and head for the door)
Tara: Now I see why you do it.
(Parker stops Jody and Ryan before they leave)
Parker: Before you go, this is for your sister and the baby.
Ryan (looks in envelope): What is this?
Parker: It's the money Rand took from your sister. All of it.
Ryan: I don't know what to say.
(Ryan hugs Parker who reluctantly hugs him back before they leave. Parker sits down at the bar with Hardison and Eliot)
Eliot: Wait a sec. I thought you said all of Rand's money went into paying for his show. I thought you said he was broke.
Hardison: It did. He was.
Eliot: Where'd the money come from? Did you guys find the stolen money? Hmm? Did you find Kusen's loot?
(Parker and Hardison just look at Eliot)
Eliot: Without... Unbelievable. Hmm? (walks away)
Parker: He who looks for hidden money shall find it, if he is also a thief.
(Parker and Hardison clasp hands)