The Balcony Scene

Chapter 14

Chapter 14- Hall of Fame - The Script
By the time Gus and Lassiter arrived back at Psych, Juliet and Shawn were both much more calm and collected again.
"My driving is perfectly safe, Guster!" Lassie was yelling.
"Yeah, maybe, if you were on a chase! You were going twenty miles over the speed limit." Gus argued back.
"Guys! How'd you it go?" Shawn asked, excitedly like it was just another normal day.
"Did you find anything? Like maybe an extra pineapple lying around somewhere? I'm starving." He added randomly.
"Of course we didn't find any pineapples Shawn. There was absolutely... oh whatever!"
"After The Chief finished lecturing us on what the words' no admittance' means, she looked at the evidence and came to the same conclusion that we did; someone is using Juliet s a way to get at Shawn." Lassiter said.
"Have they discovered anything new?" Juliet asked.
"They're drowning." Gus said with a shake of his head.
"So, what's our next move? I don't like the idea of this guy sitting back and watching us." asked Lassiter as Shawn sat back and thought.
"From the pictures, from what direction do you think it was taken?" he asked, tapping one taken through the office window of Shawn, Gus, and Juliet during a previous case.
"It's from across the street, probably with a telephoto lens, why?" Lassiter asked again.
"Close that window's blinds." Shawn ordered, not answering the question. "For that matter, shut all of the blinds. Cutting off his access to us might just push him into action. He's thriving off of our fear and our reactions to him." He explained himself as his friends moved to do as he asked. Shawn scooted over to the couch and sat down, massaging his temples as he thought. Juliet and Gus sat down beside of him and Lassiter sat on the La-z-boy. He knew he'd been through hundreds and hundreds of cases like this where he hadn't saved the talker's victim, but he'd also never been so deeply involved in a case either. Shawn wouldn't survive losing Juliet.
"Shawn? Shawn! Your phone's ringing." Juliet said, snapping him out of his morbid thoughts. Shawn didn't recognize the number, but answered anyways.
"Hello there, old friend. What have you been up to?" asked a disturbingly familiar voice.
"Robbie, hi, it has been a while hasn't it?" Shawn responded in a falsely cheerful voice. "How'd you get my number?" he asked as he scribbled a note on a piece o paper telling one of his friends to call Vick immediately.
"You of all people know that I have my ways, Shawn. How is your pretty little girlfriend doing? She's seemed stressed...I used to have a girlfriend who looked just like her." Robert Blakely asked as Lassiter spoke to Vick.
"What do you want, Robbie?" Shawn asked, the rage he was barely containing almost audible in his voice.
"I want you to leave you pretty little girlfriend and come home to Georgia with me and play our game again. We were in a good place. I feel like you were making actual headway into the case." Robert said, his voice turning childlike.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, and the only way that you are ever going to see Juliet again is when we arrest you and take you to court." Shawn spat into the phone.
"Well, that's downright mean, and here I thought we were friends." Robert said, his voice mockingly sad. "We'll see just how far your mean voice gets you." He proclaimed before abruptly hanging up.
"Damn it!" Shawn yelled, slamming the phone down onto the table.
"Did the station get anything?" Juliet asked her partner.
"He was bouncing the signal." Lassiter said, shaking his head sadly.
"Wait, what do you mean it's back online?"
An explosion rocked the office and Shawn immediately grabbed Juliet up against him before the four friends raced outside to see what had happened. The remaining pieces of burning blue car gave Gus a pretty good idea.
"Oh, I'm so dead. I'm a dead man." He moaned.
"You've never been more right, Burton." came a voice from inside of Psych, the same voice that had just been on the phone with Shawn.
"Robbie, what are you doing here?" Shawn asked, his, Lassiter's, and Juliet's guns trained on Blakeley's chest.
"I came to see you and your pretty girlfriend, of course. I knew that I could get you to come out for me." Blakeley laughed.
"Robert, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me." said Lassiter.
"I don't think so." He said with a giggle.
"I do, though, and honestly, that's the only opinion that matters." Lassie growled as he re-holstered his weapon and made for Blakeley.
"I think that you'll change your mind when you see my new vest." He laughed back as he unzipped his hoodie.
"He's wired." Said Shawn as he edged everyone back into Psych and kicked the door closed.
"I'm going to politely ask you only once to lay down your weapons." Blakeley said, still smiling happily.
"I'm going to politely ask you to..." Lassiter started, but Shawn interrupted.
"Do as he says, Carlton."
"Shawn! I'm surprised at you! What have we said about the mean voice?" Blakeley scolded.
"You have our attention, now what do you want?" Shawn asked.
"I've already told you! I want you to come home again so that we can play our game again!" Blakeley whined.
"Let's go then." Shawn immediately conceded.
"They can't come. They weren't a part of the game." Blakeley added suspiciously.
"That's understandable." Shawn agreed. "Can I say goodbye?" He asked.
"Okay." Blakeley said with a giggle.
Shawn shook Lassiter's hand, hugged Gus, and kissed Juliet.
"20 counts, then come after me." He whispered. "I love you." He grabbed his jacket.
"There's this great spot of beach out here around the corner. We should get some pineapple smoothies and stop by before we leave for Atlanta." Shawn stammered nervously. "How's the old team?" he asked.
"I've never understood your fascination with pineapples. I prefer strawberry, myself." Said Robert conversationally as Shawn paid for their drinks. "They've been hopelessly stuck ever since you left. They never understood where I got the blood for my messages. Not until it was too late anyway." Shawn had led them to the end of the dock and as Blakeley knelt to sit, Shawn planted a foot firmly in his back, knocking him in and thereby defusing the bomb.
"You always were an idiotic sort of genius." Shawn scoffed as he watched the killer drown dispassionately.
"Shawn!" Juliet screamed as she watched her boyfriend sip his smoothie as he watched another man drown.
"Lassiter, pull him out and cuff him." Shawn ordered, hugging Juliet tightly and limping on his injured leg.
"How much of that was planned out?" she asked as a gasping Gus joined them.
"All of it. Except for the Blueberry blowing up." He lied, having enjoyed the Blueberry's explosion.
"You astound me." Juliet told him.
"I know." He said and kissed her hard.
"Stop that! You're mine Shawn Spencer, and you know it! We're soul-mates! We were made for each other!" Blakeley yelled, looking quite similar to a drowned rat.
"Sorry, but I have a girlfriend already." He said without looking.
"I thought that I told you four to stay out of this?" the Chief asked as she stuck Robert Blakeley into a cop car after the bomb squad was done with him.
"I'm not very good at following rules." Shawn said with a shrug.
"I've noticed. I'm so glad that you're safe." Vick said and surprised him by hugging him.
"What do you think was going on with the Mayson's then?" Juliet asked, wrapping her arms around Shawn's waist.
"I figured that out a while ago. If you go down to the basement of the theater into the room where you found the scrapbook of death you will also find pot and coke hidden within the props." He announced.
"Buzz, check that out." Vick ordered everyone's favorite rookie.
"Yes ma'am, I'm glad that you're all okay." Buzz told the group of friends.
"I feel like it's time for that hypothetical vacation." Shawn said into Juliet's hair.
"Agreed." Juliet replied, and getting over her shyness (She had done brilliantly as Juliet Capulet with minimal losses really, what was so different?),rose up on her tiptoes and kissed Shawn gently there in front of God and everybody.