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Psych Season 4.7 Episode #8: If You Knew My Infinite Charm Airs: April 23rd, 10:00 pm Rating: PG-13, mild language, violence Chapter Four: Red Herring Juliet O'Hara hung the phone up without having realised she'd done it. She stared at it for almost thirty seconds before Shawn's voice was able to slice through the fog. "What?" she said dully. "I said, what was that about? I've never heard such unladylike talk." "Did someone just let a sailor in here?" Gus agreed. Time sped back up and the bustle of the station zoomed back into sharp relief. "That was Buzz," she said, feeling ill.  "Victor

Psych Season 4.7 Episode #8: If You Knew My Infinite Charm Airs: April 23rd, 10:00 pm Rating: PG-13, mild language, violence Chapter Three: Hero      "Dude."  Shawn beelined for the board ‘o doom, skirting the coffee table and a lamp and end table without having to look. "It's over, I'm done," Gus read, an edge of panic on his vowels. "No, no, wait," Shawn said, dazed and feeling numb at his extremities.  He shook it off.  "No, this doesn't make sense."  He narrowed his eyes at the board, trying to take in any detail, but again Gus interrupted him with his whining hypervental

Psych Season 4.7 Episode #8: If You Knew My Infinite Charm Airs: April 23rd, 10:00 pm Rating: PG-13, mild language, violence Chapter Two: Fix He was thirsty. And hungry, although they said hunger was actually the first sign of dehydration. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had anything to eat or drink, or even what day it was, but it was probably too soon to worry about kidney failure. Carlton Lassiter thought about the glittering bottle of scotch in his house in Santa Barbara with a longing that quickly turned to disgust. Too late for that. "Victoria." His voice sounded raspy, probably from the dehydration. Not at all from the re

Psych Season 4.7 Episode #8: If You Knew My Infinite Charm Airs: April 23rd, 10:00 pm Rating: PG-13, mild language, violence Chapter One: The Traditional Romantic 1990 "That's right, Guster," Shawn seethed, peering out through a gap in the fence across the street from his best friend's house.  "Hide your guilt, traitor." "Shawn," whispered a voice at his ear.  Shawn jumped and whirled around, heaving a sigh of irritation.  "What are you doing out here?" his father continued. "Nothing." "Nothing huh."  His dad crouched behind him, tilting his head in that no-nonsense way that meant Shawn was ab

Eedle idle, fiddle fum, A casket's brown and so is rum. The piglet has run out of cheer, And while the Moon has come so near - We've all got noodles in our heads And owls in our beds and straw in our sheds. And so sayeth I, the one with the hands, And the feet and the eyes and the dirt made of land, "Be whole and be cheerful and stay clear of oysters. And be kind to nuns, who at times live in cloisters."