Psych 🍍 [Season One]

Pilot

1986, Santa Barbara, California

In a small diner, A young boy of around 9 years old, Shawn, sits across from his father, Henry in a booth. Henry is in his police uniform. In another booth in the corner an older woman in a detective uniform sits with an 8 year old girl, Alyssa.

In the booth with Henry and Shawn

Henry: Did you do your homework?

Shawn: Unh-huh.

Henry: Finish those beets?

Shawn: Yep. (looks at dessert tray) Can I have the fudge cake?

Henry: Close your eyes.

Shawn: Dad, I don't want to...

Henry: Now.

With a sigh, Shawn closes his eyes and puts his fingers to each temple.

Henry: Which letter is out in the exit sign?

Shawn: The X.

Henry: What the color is the vinyl?

Shawn: What's vinyl?

Henry: It's the stuff these seats are covered in.

Shawn: Purple.

Henry: Maroon. Close enough. Manager's name.

Shawn: Who?

Henry:
She's wearing a name tag. The woman standing at the front door when we first walked in. You saw her.

Shawn *flashes* to when they walked in and sees the nametag.*

Shawn: Marie. Can I have the cake now?

Henry: (leans forward) How many hats?

Shawn:(frustrated) Come on, dad!

Henry: Shawn, you want a piece of cake? How many hats are in the room?

Shawn: (flashes on hats) Does a beanie count?

Henry: What do you think?

Shawn: Three.

Henry: You didn't describe them.

Shawn: That's not fair.

Henry: Time's almost up, Shawn.

Shawn: One has a flower... the one the lady's wearing. One has a picture of some kind of lion on the weird guy with the crooked tooth. The last one is...on the chef.

Henry: What about the beanie?

Shawn: A beanie's a cap, not a hat.

Henry:All right, open your eyes.

Shawn:Thank you. (opens eyes)

A waitress witnesses Henry's exercise”.

Waitress: Wow. That's amazing.

Shawn smiles.

Henry: It's adequate.

Shawn's smile fades.

Henry: Get him his cake.

Waitress: I guess I know what you're going to be when you grow up.

Shawn: Oh, I'm never gonna grow up, ma'am.

The waitress chuckled and walked past the other booth.

Mary Freeman folds her arms as she looked Alyssa who was stuffing her face with lemon pie.

Mary: Put down the fork, I have three suspects all trying to get out of interrogation which one is the right suspect.

Alyssa: Mom..I just want to finish my pie