Season 2

Shawn (and Gus) of the Dead

1987 Henry: People do not become bloodthirsty monsters after they got shot. In fact I 've had a lot of experience in the field with puncture wounds and there's no way a giant dart to the lungs creates a six-inch hole visible on the other side. Young Shawn: Really? Henry: No way! I mean maybe…

Dis-Lodged

1987 Young Gus: We're starting a secet club. Henry: The Burn Down the House Club? Young Gus: The Gus and Shawn Club. Young Shawn: It's actually the Shawn and Gus Club. Henry: You know, a club needs regulations, bylaws. You guys got any rules? Young Gus: Yes. No girls. Young Shawn: Everybody has to be…

Bounty Hunters!

1987 Young Shawn: Sorry, Dad, we were just checking out that super cop. Henry: Shawn, that is not a super cop. That guy is a bounty hunter. Young Shawn: What's that, a cop with a cooler name? Henry: He's not cool, Shawn. He's a nuisance. He's a privately-hired half-criminal operating outside of the law. Present…

Rob-a-Bye Baby

1987 Henry: So then this guy with pliers comes in. Probably with safety goggles, maybe some sort of fire retardant coverall. He starts doing his thing. Twisting and turning. There's all sorts of fluids just spraying all over the place. Then this hydraulic lift comes into play, wheeling everything out of there. And there you…

If You’re So Smart, Then Why Are You Dead?

1987 Henry: I'm still waiting, Shawn. Young Shawn: Okay. I'm going to take your pointy sad-faced guy for my horsey— Henry: Stop. Stop. What is this piece called? Young Shawn: I call him Dwight. Henry: What is this one called? Young Shawn: B.A. Baracus. Present Day Shawn: I'm sensing that he always takes you out…

Meat Is Murder, But Murder Is Also Murder

1987 Henry: Is that a hint of cinnamon I'm tasting? Young Shawn: Oh yeah, just a little. Henry: And I'm detecting just a touch of cilantro and... thyme. Am I right? Young Shawn: Woah, Dad! You're really sharp. Henry: Yeah, I am. Gus? Wanna come out of the pantry? Henry: Shawn, what have I told…

And Down the Stretch Comes Murder

1987 Young Jimmy Nicholas: Give it up, Spencer. Or I'll shove a tuna nickel sandwich right in your grill! Young Gus: I think it's a knuckle sandwich. Young Shawn: Okay okay. Young Jimmy: And from the Kangaroos. {Shawn gets the money from his shoes} Present Day Shawn: Jimmy Nickles called. Gus: Jimmy Nickles called us?…

Zero to Murder in Sixty Seconds

1987 Henry: I'm sorry, son. But he just outpedaled you. You understand? Young Shawn: I think so. {Gus rings his bell}. I got it! I had the wrong song playing that time. Best two out of three. Present Day Lassiter: Unlike everyone else around here, I'm not fooled by the fact that you wear [?]…

Psy vs. Psy

1987 Mr. Petlic: I'd be hard pressed to believe that a child of Shawn's age could be capable of such detailed forgery. Henry: Well you don't know my son. No offense, but you are the vice principal of a middle school, not a handwriting expert. That testimony's not going to hold up in court. Mr.…

65 Million Years Off

1987 Young Gus: This head is to exact scale. It took me three months to make it. Yours took five minutes. Young Shawn: No, Gus. You're totally wrong. It took me a whole hour. Check this out. {his car-powered dinosaur takes off} Young Gus: I hate you, Shawn. Present Day Shawn: Is there a problem?…