All language subtitles for Monk S01E06 Mr. Monk Goes to the Asylum [1080p x265 10bit Joy]

[faint whistling]

[whistling continues]

[faint police siren]

[phone rings]

MOM, CHECK IT OUT.
IT GLOWS IN THE DARK.

[phone rings]

(Sharona)
STOP PLAYING
WITH THE LIGHTS.

HELLO?

WILL YOU STOP PLAYING
WITH THE LIGHTS?

(Monk)
HI, IT'S ME.

WHERE DO I KEEP
THE LARGE CASSEROLE DISH?

I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE.

RIGHT OF THE SINK,
UPPER-MIDDLE CABINET.

RIGHT OF THE SINK,
UPPER-MIDDLE.

NO.

NO, THE POPCORN MAKER'S
IN THERE.

LOOK, YOU CAN WRITE
SECRET MESSAGES.

YOU'RE GOING
TO SPILL ALL OF THAT.

TAKE IT OUTSIDE.

WHAT IS?

(Monk)
POPCORN MAKER.

YOU DON'T HAVE
A POPCORN MAKER.

I THINK I DO.
I'M LOOKING RIGHT AT IT.

(Sharona)
ADRIAN, YOU'RE
IN THE WRONG HOUSE.

ARE YOU SURE?

YES, I AM SURE.
I AM LOOKING AT MY CALLER I.D.

ADRIAN, GET OUT
OF THE HOUSE.

[door closes]

(man)
WOULD YOU PUT
THAT PHONE DOWN, SIR?

[baby moans]

[baby cries]

HOW YOU DOING?
YOU'RE CLEAR; GO AHEAD.

DON'T WORRY.
IT'S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.

[upbeat ragtime music]

*

YOU'RE GOING
TO BE FINE.

THEY JUST WANT TO SPEND
48 HOURS WITH YOU

TO OBSERVE
AND EVALUATE.

CHECK OUT THAT "B."
IT'S BROKEN.

LOOKS LIKE AN "R."

THAT'S ALL.
ADRIAN...

ADRIAN.

YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE
TO TAKE THIS THING SERIOUSLY.

JUDGE HACKMAN SAYS
YOU'RE LUCKY

THOSE PEOPLE DIDN'T
PRESS CHARGES,

OR SHOOT YOU.

NOW, THE DIRECTOR'S NAME
IS MORIS LANCASTER.

HE'S ONE OF THE TOP
PSYCHIATRISTS IN THE COUNTRY.

MORIS LANCASTER?
YEAH, HE'S GOOD.

I SAW HIM ON CNN.

WHO'S THE REFERRING
DOCTOR?

ME, I'M DR. KROGER.

YOU NEED
TO SIGN HERE.

AND HERE.

ADRIAN, HE'S VERY GOOD.
HE'S A VERY GOOD DOCTOR.

MR. MONK,
HOW ARE YOU?

I DON'T KNOW,
YOU TELL ME.

MY NAME IS OLIVER.

I'M GOING TO TAKE YOU
TO SEE DR. LANCASTER.

HE'S ANXIOUS
TO MEET YOU.

OLIVER.

LISTEN, THERE'S SOME THINGS
YOU SHOULD KNOW.

I'VE BEEN TAKING CARE
OF THIS MAN FOR FOUR YEARS.

UM, THESE ARE HIS MOIST
TOWELETTES FOR GERMS.

HE TAKES THREE SHOWERS EVERY DAY
WITH A STAR-SHAPED NOZZLE.

THIS IS THE NOZZLE.

AND HE NEEDS A FIVE-WATT

NIGHT LIGHT
FOR SLEEPING.

ANYTHING MORE,
HE WON'T SLEEP.

AND DARK-COLORED
PILLOW CASES.
SHARONA?

NOTHING LIGHT, OKAY?
SHARONA?

WHAT?
YOU'RE SCARING
THE MAN.

NO, I'M NOT.
WELL, YOU'RE
SCARING ME.

MA'AM, YOUR FRIEND'S
IN GOOD HANDS.

I'M GOING TO LOOK
AFTER HIM PERSONALLY.

YOU CAN TRUST ME.

MM-HMM.

SEE, I'M GOING
TO BE OKAY.

YOU'RE WORRYING
MORE THAN I AM.

LOOK, I CAN'T PROTECT YOU
HERE, ADRIAN.

WHAT COULD HAPPEN?
IT'S A HOSPITAL.

THIS IS ALL GONNA BE OVER
BEFORE YOU EVEN KNOW IT.

I'M GOING, OKAY?

NEUROTRIPTYLINE, MR. MONK.

IT'S A VERY MILD SEDATIVE.

IT'S A LITTLE BIT
LIKE WARM MILK.

YOU DO DRINK MILK,
DON'T YOU?

NEVER.

OH, WELL, YOU JUST HAVE
TO TAKE MY WORD FOR IT.

I'D RATHER NOT TAKE
ANY MEDICATION WHILE I'M HERE.

WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?

BECAUSE, UH,
I DON'T NEED IT.

I SHOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE.

I KNOW YOU PROBABLY
HAVE HEARD THAT BEFORE.

WHY DON'T YOU GRAB A SEAT,
AND WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT?

THIS IS A TEST,
ISN'T IT?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

YOU WANT TO SEE
WHICH CHAIR I PICK.

NO, ADRIAN,
IT'S NOT A TEST.

JUST GRAB A SEAT.

OH, LEFT CHAIR.

VERY INTERESTING.
HMM.

I'M JUST KIDDING, RELAX.
IT'S JUST A JOKE.

[snorts]

THAT'S A MARLIN,
ISN'T IT?

MM-HMM.

THAT'S RIGHT, IT'S ONE
OF TWO THINGS I MANAGED

TO CATCH IN MEXICO IN '97.

WHAT WAS THE OTHER?

DYSENTERY.

WHAT ABOUT LAST WEEK,
DID YOU CATCH ANYTHING?

PARDON ME?

YOU JUST GOT BACK
FROM ANOTHER FISHING TRIP.

YOU WERE IN SOUTH AMERICA,
UNLESS I'M WRONG,

WHICH, YOU KNOW,
I'M NOT.

I WAS IN ARGENTINA,
BUT HOW DID YOU KNOW ALL THAT?

YOU HAVE NEEDLE MARKS
ON YOUR ARM,

IT WAS OBVIOUSLY
AN INOCULATION.

AND YOUR INBOX
IS PRETTY FULL.

AND, SOUTH AMERICA?

THE CUSTOMS SEAL
ON THE CIGAR BOX

IS DATED LAST WEEK.

NOW HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WAS
SPECIFICALLY A FISHING TRIP?

YOU HAVE A BLISTER
ON THE INDEX FINGER

OF YOUR RIGHT HAND,
JUST ABOVE THE KNUCKLE.

ON MOST FISHING RODS,
THE LINE CHAFFS

THE INDEX FINGER,
JUST ABOVE THE KNUCKLE.

WELL, THAT'S
VERY IMPRESSIVE.

WE BOTH HAVE SIMILAR JOBS.

WE BOTH ANALYZE CLUES,
AND SOLVE PROBLEMS.

ONLY YOU LOOK OUTWARD,
AND I LOOK INWARD.

SO NOW, IT'S MY TURN.

SO SIT.

[clears throat]

WHAT WERE YOU DOING
IN TRUDY'S OLD HOUSE YESTERDAY?

YOUR LATE WIFE
LIVED THERE FOR--

YEAH, I DON'T--I DON'T KNOW
WHY I GO THERE.

WELL I'M GOING
TO HAZARD A GUESS.

I THINK YOU WENT THERE YESTERDAY
TO COOK TRUDY DINNER.

TO COOK--

WELL, THAT'S ABSURD.

YOUR FILE SAYS THAT YOU'RE
ALLERGIC TO TOMATOES.

SO THE CHICKEN CACCIATORE
WAS FOR HER, WASN'T IT?

AND I'LL BET YOU
IT WAS HER FAVORITE MEAL.

THAT'S RIGHT.
THAT'S RIGHT.

SO WHAT WAS SO SIGNIFICANT
ABOUT YESTERDAY?

NO--NOTHING.

AUGUST 12,

UNLESS I'M WRONG,
WHICH, YOU KNOW, I'M NOT,

THE DATE
HAS SOME SIGNIFICANCE.

OUR ANNIVERSARY.

NOT OUR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.
IT WAS THE DAY WE MET.

IT WAS THE DAY WE MET.

YOU KNOW, IT'S NOT
UNHEALTHY OR WRONG.

TO OBSERVE
AN ANNIVERSARY.

BUT WE'RE GOING TO FIND A WAY
FOR YOU TO DO IT PRIVATELY.

WOULD THAT BE OKAY?

YES, PLEASE.

I THINK THAT YOUR ANALYTICAL
POWERS--THEY'RE DAZZLING.

BUT I THINK YOU USE THEM
AS A PROP.

A PROP?

AS A WAY TO AVOID DEALING
WITH YOUR REAL PROBLEMS.

SO WHILE YOU'RE HERE,
DO ME A FAVOR.

DON'T BE A DETECTIVE.

LET ME BE
THE DETECTIVE.

OKAY?

[sighs]

YES, SIR.

HERE'S THE BATHROOM.

YOU MEAN IT'S
A COMMUNAL BATHROOM?

EVERY--EVERYONE
USES IT?

YOU GOT A PROBLEM
WITH THAT?

NO, NO.

THIS IS YOU.

(Monk)
OH. OH.

HERE'S YOUR SCHEDULE.

THE EVENTS UNDERLINED
ARE NOT OPTIONAL;

THEY'RE MANDATORY.

I MEANS YOU HAVE
TO GO.

I KNOW
WHAT MANDATORY MEANS.

LIGHTS OUT AT 9:00.

ANY QUESTIONS?

CAN I MAKE
A PHONE CALL?

YOU'RE ALLOWED ONE
OUTGOING PHONE CALL EVERY DAY.

YOUR TIME SLOT'S 11:25 AM.

IF YOU'RE LATE, YOU'RE GOING
TO HAVE TO WAIT TILL TOMORROW.

DO YOU WANT THE DOOR
OPEN OR SHUT?

SHUT.

UM--

UH, OPEN.

NO, WAIT.

SHUT.

NO, OH--
OH--OH--

DEFINITELY OPEN.

JUST OPEN.
DEFINITELY OPEN.

OPEN.

[door opens]

OH, HEY, HOW YOU DOING?
I'M JOHN.

ADRIAN MONK.

GUESS WE'RE
ROOMMATES THEN.

WHAT ARE YOU
IN FOR?

UH, JUST--

JUST OBSERVATION, REALLY.

LIKEWISE--OBSERVATION
AND EVALUATION.

THE OLD "O AND E."

72 HOURS?

48.
YEAH, ME TOO.

JUST GOT HERE
MYSELF YESTERDAY MORNING.

SO WHAT DO YOU DO
FOR A LIVING, MR. MONK?

I'M A--
I'M A DETECTIVE.

YOU'RE KIDDING, RIGHT?

WHAT?

THAT'S WHAT I DO.
I'M A DETECTIVE.

REALLY?
SEVEN YEARS.
SONOMA COUNTY.

LIEUTENANT,
SECOND-GRADE HOMICIDE.

REALLY?

THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE.

THAT'S A LOT OF LAUNDRY

FOR A GUY WHO
JUST GOT HERE YESTERDAY.

THANKS, THANKS A LOT.

COME ON, LET ME GIVE YOU
A GRAND TOUR.

THE CAFETERIA
CLOSES AT 7:00.

IT'S BUFFET-STYLE.

THIS IS THE MUSIC ROOM.

AND IF YOU GO THROUGH
THESE DOORS, DOWN THE HALL,

THAT'LL TAKE YOU
TO THE INFIRMARY.

THIS IS THE MONKEY ROOM.

FUNNY STORY ABOUT HOW
IT GOT ITS NAME.

WHAT IS IT?

WE DON'T KNOW; WE JUST KNOW
THERE'S A FUNNY STORY.

[faint drilling]

WHAT'S ALL THIS?

THEY'RE TEARING DOWN
THE OLD WALLS.

THEY'RE BRINGING IT
UP TO CODE.

IT'S A PRETTY BIG PROJECT.

I USED TO BE
IN CONSTRUCTION, MYSELF.

BEFORE YOU
BECAME A COP.
EXACTLY.
YEAH.

WHO'S THIS?

THIS IS DORIS MEDFORD.

SHE WAS THE FIRST
DIRECTOR HERE.

THESE ARE ALL
OF THE OTHER DIRECTORS.

DEAD, DEAD, DEAD.

NOT DEAD, YET.

HELLO, WURSTER.
TORCH.

SHE BURNED HER
BOYFRIEND'S HOUSE DOWN.

[drilling continues]

THIS IS
THE QUIET ROOM.

DON'T GET SENT HERE.

OH, BOY.

WHAT'S THIS?

THIS IS THE MEDICAL
SUPPLY ROOM.

GIVES ME
THE CREEPS.

WHY?

THERE WAS
A MURDER HERE.

OH, REALLY,
A MURDER?

AN UNSOLVED MURDER.

CONRAD GOULD,
THE ASSISTANT DIRECTOR,

WELL, HE WAS KILLED
RIGHT HERE FOUR YEARS AGO.

(Monk)
UH-HUH.

(John)
HE WAS
A GREAT GUY.

HE GAVE
ME MAGAZINES.

PLAYBOYS.

RIGHT.
HEY, HEY.

MAYBE WE CAN SOLVE IT
TOGETHER, HUH?

YEAH, SURE.
GREAT.

WHAT--WHAT HAPPENED,
EXACTLY?

(John)
WELL, DR. GOULD
WAS TAKING INVENTORY,

LIKE HE DID EVERY NIGHT.

A PATIENT NAMED BILL LAFRANKIE
WAS WAITING FOR HIM.

HEY.

[gunshots]

CAPPED HIM
IN THE CHEST.

THEN HE FLED S.O.C.

S.O.C.?

YEAH, "SCENE OF THE CRIME."
IT'S COP-TALK.

[police sirens]

THEY FOUND HIM IN THE WOODS
THE NEXT MORNING.

HE WAS DEAD.

HE SHOT HIMSELF UP
WITH DEMEROL.

UH, I'M
A LITTLE CONFUSED.

WHY WOULD YOU CALL IT
AN UNSOLVED MURDER?

WELL, I WASN'T 100% SATISFIED
WITH THE OFFICIAL VERSION.

YOU WEREN'T?
NO, SIR.

THEY NEVER FOUND THE GUN,
FIRST OF ALL.

PLUS, BILL LAFRANKIE
WAS MY ROOMMATE.

HE WAS A DEVOUT BUDDHIST.
HE WOULDN'T HURT A SPIDER.

SPEAKING OF SPIDERS,
THERE WAS A GUY HERE

NAMED JIM ROBERTELLO
ABOUT TWO--TWO YEARS AGO.

NO--NO,
ABOUT THREE YEARS AGO.

NO, NO, NO.
TWO YEARS--

TWO--TWO OR THREE.

ABOUT TWO AND A HALF
YEARS AGO, MAYBE.

DOESN'T REALLY MATTER.
TWO OR THREE--

IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER
HOW MANY YEARS AGO IT WAS.

BUT HE HAD A SPIDER
NAMED JESSE.

JESSE THE SPIDER.

AND JESSE--EVERY TIME YOU PLAYED
A WILLIE NELSON RECORD,

HE WOULD START DANCING,
YOU KNOW, HE'D GET INTO IT.

I DON'T KNOW IF IT WAS DANCING
OR A CHA CHA OR SOMETHING.

WHAT'S GOING ON?

HE'D GET ALL HIS ARMS--
OH, HEY OLIVER.

THIS IS A RESTRICTED AREA.

WURSTER,
YOU KNOW THAT.

YEAH, I WAS JUST TELLING
MR. MONK ABOUT DR. GOULD.

THAT'S ANCIENT HISTORY.

MR. MONK HAS
ENOUGH PROBLEMS.

YOU'RE LATE.
TIME FOR OUR THERAPY.

THANKS.

HEY, FELLAS.
CARRY ON.

NOW REMEMBER, THIS IS SUPPOSED
TO BE A SELF-PORTRAIT.

HOW DO YOU FEEL
ABOUT YOURSELF?

LOOK DEEP INSIDE,
THERE'S NO RIGHT OR WRONG.

(Monk)
IT'S ALL OVER MY HANDS.

VERY GOOD.
I LOVE THOSE EYES.

EXCUSE ME, DOCTOR,
IS THERE A SINK NEARBY?

I GOT--
I NEED TO WASH UP.

WILL YOU SHUT HIM UP?

(female patient)
HE HAS BEEN WHINING
SINCE HE WALKED IN HERE.

"IT'S TOO HOT, IT'S TOO COLD,
I HAVE CHARCOAL ON MY HANDS!"

JANE, WHAT DID WE
TALK ABOUT YESTERDAY?

CONTROLLING THE URGE
TO LASH OUT.

SO DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING
YOU WANT TO SAY TO MR. MONK?

SORRY.
IT'S OKAY.

I DO HAVE A LITTLE
CHARCOAL ON MY HANDS.

(male patient)
DR. LANCASTER.

DR. LANCASTER,
GUESS WHAT I'M PAINTING.

(Jane and patient)
SANTA CLAUS.

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT,
ALL RIGHT.

HUH.

WELL, YOU KNOW THIS IS SUPPOSED
TO BE A SELF-PORTRAIT.

THAT'S ME.

HMM, WHY ARE YOU
SO SMALL?

EVERYBODY'S SMALL
COMPARED TO SANTA.

HE ACTUALLY SITS UP EVERY NIGHT
AND WAITS FOR HIM.

I HAVE A FEELING
HE'S ON HIS WAY.

IT'S DEFINITELY
GETTING COLDER OUTSIDE.

IT'S AUGUST, WHACK-JOB.

(Lancaster)
ALL RIGHT, OKAY.
BACK TO WORK.

COME ON.
COME ON, GOOD.

GOOD.

IS THERE A PROBLEM,
MR. MONK?

I'M HAVING A LITTLE TROUBLE
GETTING STARTED.

MM-HMM.
DO YOU KNOW WHY?

UH-UH.

MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE AFRAID
IT WON'T BE PERFECT.

[chuckles]

AND YOU'RE RIGHT;
IT WON'T BE PERFECT.

NOT EVERYTHING IS GOING
TO BE PERFECT.

BUT COME ON, WHY DON'T YOU
JUST DRAW SOMETHING?

I'VE ONLY GOT YOU
FOR 48 HOURS.

(male patient)
IT'S TOO SMALL.

I LIKE IT.

HOW DOES IT FEEL?

IT FEELS GOOD.
[chuckles]

[crickets chirping]

[faint screaming and talking]

[commotion continues]

INTO THE QUIET ROOM!
SHE'S GONNA NEED MORE MEDS!

[Jane screams]
CALL DR. LANCASTER,

AND TELL HIM
THAT JANE'S LOSING IT!

(Oliver)
TRY HIS CELL PHONE!

[screaming continues]

[bells jingling]

SANTA.

I WENT
TO THE STOP AND SHOP.

BUT INSTEAD OF WALKING HOME
UP DIVISIDERO STREET,

I--I TURNED LEFT AND I WALKED
DOWN TRUDY'S OLD STREET

TO HER HOUSE.

DOOR WAS OPEN,
SO I WALKED IN.

AND HOW DID YOU FEEL
BEING IN THE HOUSE AGAIN?

CONTENT.

NOT A CARE
IN THE WORLD.

(John)
ADRIAN,
WHEN DID

THIS URGE BEGIN
TO MANIFEST ITSELF?

JOHN, I'LL RUN
THE THERAPY SESSION TODAY, OKAY?

FAIR ENOUGH.

AND LATER, YOU AND I
CAN TALK PRIVATELY.
ABOUT MONK?

(Lancaster)
NO, ABOUT YOUR TENDENCY
TO OVER-EMPATHIZE.

I FEEL LIKE I'M BACK
IN MEDICAL SCHOOL AGAIN.

DR. LANCASTER,
CAN I GO NEXT?

UH, JUST A MINUTE,
JUST A MINUTE, OKAY?

GO AHEAD.

I, UH--

I REALLY FEEL SORRY
FOR THE HASKELLS.

WHO ARE
THE HASKELLS?

WHO ARE
THE HASKELLS?

THE COUPLE THAT LIVE
IN THE HOUSE.

NICK AND JOSIE.

SWEET PEOPLE.

AND, UH--
I--

MY WIFE HAD A NECKLACE
EXACTLY LIKE THAT.

WELL I'M NOT
GIVING IT TO YOU,

IF THAT'S WHAT
YOU'RE GETTING AT.

DR. LANCASTER,
CAN I PLEASE GO NEXT?

YES.

LAST NIGHT,
I SAW SANTA CLAUS.

[everybody groans]

ALL RIGHT, I'M SURE WE'D ALL
LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT IT.

GO AHEAD.
OKAY.

IT WAS AROUND 4:00.
I WAS ASLEEP IN MY ROOM.

I HEARD SOUNDS OUTSIDE.

THEY WERE FOOTSTEPS
ON THE ROOF.

AND I SPRANG FROM MY BED
TO SEE WHAT WAS THE MATTER.

[laughter]
IT WAS HIM.

AS BIG AS LIFE.

HE WAS STANDING
BY THE BIG CHIMNEY,

GETTING READY
TO SLIDE DOWN.

THEN...

HIS CELL PHONE RANG.

[laughter]

HIS CELL PHONE?
UH-HUH.

HE ANSWERED IT, AND THEN HE
STARTED TALKING TO SOMEBODY.

IT'S TRUE, I CAN PROVE IT.
I TOOK HIS PICTURE.

YOU--YOU TOOK
SOME PICTURES?
YEAH.

I ALWAYS KEEP MY CAMERA
BY THE WINDOW.

WELL, I'M SURE WE'D ALL
LIKE TO SEE THEM

WHEN THEY GET DEVELOPED.

AND, WHO'S NEXT?

(Monk)
WELL, THAT'S NOT
A PAIR.

ACTUALLY, THAT'S A JACK,
AND THIS IS A KING.

CLOSE ENOUGH.

WHAT ARE YOU
LOOKING FOR?

MY CAMERA.

I PUT IT DOWN RIGHT THERE.
I KNOW I DID.

MANNY.

WHAT TIME DID YOU SEE,

YOU KNOW, SANTA CLAUS
LAST NIGHT?

3:47 AM EXACTLY.

I MADE A NOTE.

YOU WANNA SEE
WHERE I SAW HIM?

(Manny)
EVERYONE THINKS IT'S JUST
A CHILDREN'S STORY.

OF COURSE,
THE MACY'S PARADE GUY

AND THE DEPARTMENT STORE SANTAS
ARE ACTORS.

I'M NOT AN IDIOT.

BUT THERE HAVE BEEN
OVER 400

DOCUMENTED SIGHTINGS
OF SAINT NICHOLAS.

SCIENTIFICALLY DOCUMENTED.

IT'S ON THE INTERNET,
SO YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE.

UH-HUH.

LOOK.

THAT'S AN ACTUAL PICTURE.

WELL, MANNY,
THAT COULD BE ANYTHING.

IT'S SANTA CLAUS.

WHAT HAPPENED HERE?

MR. RICHTER.

HE DIDN'T WANT TO MOVE.

HE HAD THIS ROOM BEFORE ME.
HE PUT UP A BIG FIGHT.

THIS HAPPEN RECENTLY?
LAST WEEK.

I'VE BEEN ON THE WAITING LIST
FOR THIS ROOM

FOR 11 YEARS.

LAST WEEK, DR. LANCASTER
SAID I COULD HAVE IT.

[groans]

I WISH I HAD
MY CAMERA.

I HAD REAL PROOF.

THIS--THIS IS WHERE
YOU SAW HIM, HUH?

UH-HUH.

HE WAS STANDING
RIGHT OVER THERE.

(Monk)
AND THEN HIS CELL PHONE RANG.

(Manny)
HE ANSWERED IT,

AND THEN HE WENT
BACK THAT WAY,

OUT OF SIGHT.

WHAT'S THAT?
WHERE?

ON THE CHIMNEY.

(Monk)
IT LOOKS LIKE A RAG,

OR A PIECE OF CLOTH.

[sighs excitedly]

MANNY, JUST DON'T FALL.

FALLING IS BAD,
YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?

BE CAREFUL.

UH-HUH.

THERE'S A LOT OF, YOU KNOW,
GRAVITY OUT THERE.

CAN YOU REACH IT?

I THINK SO.

OKAY, MANNY,
LOOK AROUND.

ARE THERE ANY FOOTPRINTS?

I SEE MINE.

BESIDES YOURS.

YES!
THEY'RE ALL OVER!

HE WAS HERE!

THIS IS PROOF, ISN'T IT?
THIS IS EVIDENCE.

OH, I CAN'T WAIT
TILL MY NEXT SESSION.

THIS'LL SHUT 'EM UP.

ACTUALLY, MANNY,
I THINK WE SHOULD

PROBABLY KEEP THIS
JUST BETWEEN YOU AND ME.

NO, WHY?

WELL, MAYBE WE'LL FIND
MORE PROOF.

AND THEN, THEY'LL HAVE
TO BELIEVE US.

FINE.
GOOD.

BY THE WAY, MANNY,

WERE YOU HERE WHEN DR. GOULD
WAS MURDERED?

OH, YEAH, THEY QUOTED ME
IN THE NEWSPAPER.

I'LL SHOW YOU.

I SAVED ALL THE ARTICLES.

"AN UNIDENTIFIED PATIENT STATED
THAT DR. GOULD

"WAS VERY POPULAR,
AND WOULD BE GREATLY MISSED."

(Monk)
UH-HUH.

(Manny)
THAT'S ME,
THE UNIDENTIFIED PATIENT.

(Monk)
THIS TABLE NEEDS
TO MOVE OVER HERE,

OUT OF THE WAY.

PERFECT.

OKAY, THIS IS
MEDICAL CLOSET.

THAT'S THE ARTS
AND CRAFTS CLOSET.

I KNOW.

BUT WE'RE PRETENDING
IT'S THE MEDICAL CLOSET.

THAT'S THE ARTS
AND CRAFTS CLOSET.

(Monk)
OKAY, MANNY,

YOU'RE DR. GOULD.

YOU'RE MAKING YOUR ROUNDS.

YOU'RE COMING
DOWN THE HALL.
UH-HUH.

(female patient)
OH, YEAH.

HE USED TO CLEAN
HIS EAR, REMEMBER?

YOU ENTER
THE SUPPLY ROOM.

THERE'S THE CABINET.

YOU UNLOCK IT.

OKAY, JOHNNY,
YOU'RE BILL LAFRANKIE.
YEAH.

YOU'RE LOOKING
TO STEAL SOME DRUGS.
YEAH.

YOU SNEAK UP
ON THE DOCTOR.

AND...

BANG.

BANG.
BANG.

DR. GOULD IS DEAD.

LAFRANKIE GOES
TO STEAL THE DRUGS.

AND YOU RUN AWAY.

RUN AWAY.

OKAY.

LET ME THINK.

KEYS.

MANNY LEFT THE KEYS
IN THE DOOR.

WHICH IS WHAT--

IS WHAT ANYBODY WOULD DO.

BUT LOOK AT THE PICTURE.

LOOK AT WHERE
THE KEYS ARE.

KEYS ARE STILL
IN THE DOCTOR'S POCKET.

I DON'T THINK HE
EVER OPENED THE LOCKER.

MAYBE LAFRANKIE SHOT HIM...

TOOK HIS KEYS,
AND THEN OPENED IT.

WHY WOULD AN ADDICT,
DESPERATE FOR DRUGS,

RETURN THE KEYS
TO THE DOCTOR'S POCKET?

I DON'T THINK
LAFRANKIE DID IT.

I THINK THE KILLER
HAD HIS OWN KEYS.

YOU MEAN,
HE WORKED HERE?

[door opens]

WHAT'S GOING ON?

THEY'RE KILLING DR. GOULD.

(Lancaster)
NOW LISTEN TO ME,
MR. MONK.

NOT ONLY WAS DR. GOULD
MY COLLEAGUE,

HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND.

AND I DO NOT APPRECIATE
YOU JOKING ABOUT IT.

I WASN'T JOKING.

DO YOU KNOW
WHAT A DELUSION IS?

IT'S A FALSE BELIEF
SUSTAINED,

DESPITE CLEAR EVIDENCE
TO THE CONTRARY.

(Monk)
THE FISHING LINE.

(Lancaster)
PARDON ME?
WHAT?

THERE WAS A FISHING LINE
IN THIS ROD.

WHERE DID IT GO?

WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENED
TO IT, ADRIAN?

YOU THINK I USED IT TO STRANGLE
SOMEBODY IN THE WARD?

DR. LANCASTER.

I'M SORRY
TO INTERRUPT,

BUT I HEARD
HE WAS IN HERE.

WHERE IS IT?

WHAT?

YOU KNOW WHAT!
MY NECKLACE.

THE ONE YOU SAID
REMINDED YOU OF YOUR WIFE.

HE STOLE IT.
I KNOW HE DID.

THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

I TOOK IT OFF
IN THE INFIRMARY.

THAT'S THE LAST TIME
I HAD IT.

YOU WERE IN THERE!

WELL, THERE'S A SIMPLE WAY
TO SOLVE THIS

ADRIAN, EMPTY
YOUR POCKETS.

OH, MY GOD.

[angrily]
THANK YOU.
VERY MUCH.

(Monk)
HOW DID
THAT GET THERE?

[door slams]

I SWEAR I--
DON'T REMEMBER TAKING IT.

I KNOW YOU DON'T.
I KNOW.

(Jane)
I'M SORRY
I YELLED AT YOU.

I WAS JUST LIKE YOU
WHEN I GOT HERE.

I WAS SEEING THINGS
THAT WEREN'T THERE.

THE NIGHT DR. GOULD
WAS MURDERED,

I SAW BILL LAFRANKIE
RUNNING WITH A GUN.

YOU DID?

MM-HMM.

I WAS TRYING
TO GET TO A PAYPHONE.

BUT, IN MY MIND,

I SAW DR. LANCASTER
WITH THE GUN.

LIKE I WAS
PROJECTING MY RAGE

FOR DR. LANCASTER
ONTO BILL LAFRANKIE.

I SEE.

DR. LANCASTER WAS TRYING
TO HELP ME.

I RESENTED HIM.

ME TOO.

WELCOME TO MY WORLD.

TIME FOR YOUR MEDICATION,
MR. MONK.

DR. LANCASTER'S
ORDERS.

[to himself]
I'M SLIPPING AWAY.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?

HOLD ON, MONK.
HOLD ON.

(Lancaster)
IF ANYTHING, HIS BEHAVIOR
HAS DETERIORATED.

WE MAY HAVE TO KEEP HIM HERE
LONGER THAN WE THOUGHT.

WELL, HOW MUCH LONGER?

IT'S HARD TO SAY.
IT COULD BE A MONTH.

A MONTH?

OR IT COULD BE AS LONG
AS A YEAR.

ADRIAN IS BIPOLAR, HE IS
DELUSIONAL, AND HE'S PARANOID.

HE SEES MURDER MYSTERIES
EVERYWHERE HE TURNS.

IN FACT, HE'S BEFRIENDED
ANOTHER PATIENT,

AND THE TWO OF THEM
ARE TRYING TO PROVE

THAT SANTA CLAUS
REALLY DOES EXIST.

ANTA CLAUS?

MM-HMM, THEY WENT OUT
ON THE ROOF COLLECTING EVIDENCE.

IT WOULD BE FUNNY
IF IT WASN'T SO DYSFUNCTIONAL.

ADRIAN, LOOK
WHO'S HERE.

HEY, BOSS.

HOW YOU FEELING?

AH, I FEEL GOOD.

I CAN'T--
I CAN'T WAIT TO GET HOME.

WELL, WE WERE JUST TALKING
ABOUT THAT.

ADRIAN, WOULD YOU MIND
IF I SHOWED YOUR FRIEND

SOME OF THE ARTWORK
THAT YOU MADE YESTERDAY?

HERE IT IS.
ALL RIGHT.

DID I DRAW THAT?

YOU DON'T REMEMBER?

ISN'T THAT
TRUDY'S GRAVE?

UM, DR. LANCASTER SAID THAT
YOU SAW SANTA CLAUS?

NO, WE DIDN'T
ACTUALLY SEE HIM.

MANNY TOOK A PICTURE.

BUT HE LOST THE CAMERA.

BUT WE FOUND A PIECE
OF A RED SUIT.

(Lancaster)
WE'D LOVE TO SEE IT, ADRIAN.

IT WAS IN HERE.

IT WAS HERE!
IT WAS IN HERE!

A LITTLE PIECE OF FABRIC.
YOU KNOW, SANTA'S--

SANTA'S, YOU KNOW, SUIT.

OKAY, NO, NO.

IT WAS A PIECE
OF FABRIC, AND--

DOCTOR.
MM-HMM?

CAN I TALK
TO YOU PRIVATELY?
SURE.

(Monk)
SANTA'S SUIT.

(Sharona)
HE'S NOT HIMSELF.
HE NEEDS ME.

LOOK, I COULD BE HERE
TWO, THREE TIMES A WEEK, OKAY?

I STILL HAVE MY LICENSE.

MAYBE THEY CAN
GIVE ME A JOB HERE.

SHARONA, I KNOW
YOU MEAN WELL.

BUT THE LESS CONTACT
ADRIAN HAS

WITH HIS OLD LIFE,
THE BETTER.

YOU CAN WRITE HIM
A LETTER,

YOU CAN BRING HIM
SOMETHING FROM HOME,

I'M SURE HE'D LIKE THAT,
BUT NO VISITS.

ADRIAN.

UH, LISTEN,
I--I--

I CAN'T TAKE
YOU HOME RIGHT NOW.

SHARONA,
LOOK AT HIS SHOES.

JUST LOOK
AT HIS SHOES.

THEY'RE SMUDGED.

COULD BE SOOT.

THOSE ARE BOAT SHOES.

THEY'RE MADE
FOR TRACTION.

AND I THINK HE
HAS BEEN WALKING ON THE ROOF.

ADRIAN.

JUST TRY TO LISTEN
TO DR. LANCASTER, OKAY?
RIGHT.

HE'S A GOOD MAN.

THERE WAS A DOCTOR
MURDERED HERE

ABOUT FOUR
YEARS AGO.
ADRIAN, WILL
YOU CALM DOWN?

NAMED GOULD.
CONRAD GOULD.
PLEASE TRY
AND STAY CALM,

AND SIT.

LET'S RELAX.

I THINK--I THINK LANCASTER
HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT.

AM I LOSING MY MIND?

[car engine starts]

EXCUSE ME.

ONE SECOND.

HI.

UM, I'M TOLD
THAT DR. CONRAD GOULD

LEFT ALL OF HIS PAPERS
TO YOUR LIBRARY,

AND I NEED TO SEE
HIS JOURNALS FROM 1998.

DO YOU HAVE AN I.D.?

NOT ON ME.
I LEFT IT IN MY CAR.

I CAN LOOK YOU UP.
UH, WELL--

[chuckles]
HERE'S THE THING.

I'M NOT ACTUALLY ENROLLED
HERE AT THE PRESENT TIME.

WELL, THE LIBRARY'S
FOR STUDENTS ONLY.

OH, REALLY?

[sighs]

IS THERE A CHET
THAT WORKS HERE?

I'M CHET.
OH, MY GOD.

THIS IS SO FUNNY.
I WAS TOLD TO ASK FOR YOU.

SEE, I MET THIS GUY
AT A PARTY

WHO SAID THAT
YOU WERE REALLY COOL

AND THAT YOU WOULD LET ME DO
A LITTLE RESEARCH HERE,

AS A FAVOR.

UH, WHAT GUY?

HE WAS, UM--

OH, HE WAS TALL,
WITH GLASSES.

ROSS KELTON?

THAT'S RIGHT.
THAT'S RIGHT, ROSS KELTON.

ROSS KELTON SAID
I WAS COOL?

WAS HE WRONG?

YOU WANTED GOULD'S
PERSONAL JOURNALS, RIGHT?

MM-HMM.

MIND IF I ASK
WHAT FOR?

ROSS SAID YOU WERE COOL.

UH, RIGHT.

RIGHT, SORRY.

"DR. MURDOCK HAS ASSURED ME
THAT I AM NEXT IN LINE

"FOR THE DIRECTORSHIP,
A DECISION BOUND

"TO BE MET WITH ANGER
AND DERISION BY DR.--"

OH, MY GOD.

(Sharona)
IS IT OKAY IF HE HAS
A PICTURE OF TRUDY?

MAYBE IT'LL
CALM HIM DOWN.

I THINK HE'LL LIKE THAT.
HERE YOU GO.

THANKS.
NICE TO SEE YOU.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
YOU BET.
THANK YOU.

I'LL SEE YOU SOON.
I HOPE SO.

SOMETIMES I WISH I'D JOINED
THE ROLLING STONES

WHEN THEY ASKED ME.

(Oliver)
LIGHTS OUT.

HEY, CHECK IT OUT.

WHAT'S IT SAY?

IT SAYS I'M NOT CRAZY.

ANYTHING THERE
ABOUT ME?

WHAT THE HELL?

[door opens]
(Lancaster)
THERE YOU ARE.

I WARNED YOU NOT TO PLAY
DETECTIVE IN MY HOSPITAL.

THIS IS BILL LAFRANKIE'S FILE.

THERE'S NO WAY THIS MAN
KILLED HIMSELF LIKE THEY SAID.

HE'S IN HERE!

HE SUFFERED
FROM BELONEPHOBIA.

HE HAD A PATHOLOGICAL
FEAR OF NEEDLES.

YOU'RE A SMART MAN.

LET'S SEE WHAT KIND
OF WITNESS YOU ARE

WITH A FUNCTIONING
IQ OF 17.

MR. MONK CAME HERE
TO TRY TO KILL ME.

WHAT?
WAIT.

I THINK HE NEEDS SOME TIME
IN THE QUIET ROOM, OLIVER.
NO, WAIT!

IT'S FOR YOUR
OWN GOOD, ADRIAN.

[suspenseful music]

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HOW MUCH?

TWO CCs OF THORAZINE.

MAKE IT FOUR.

FOUR?
ARE YOU SURE?

HE CAN'T WEIGH MORE
THAN 160 LBS.

DID YOU JUST GRADUATE
FROM MEDICAL SCHOOL

IN THE LAST 45 MINUTES?

NO, SIR.

THEN DO WHAT THE HELL
YOU'RE TOLD.

GIVE THIS PATIENT
FOUR CCs OF THORAZINE.

I GOTTA GO UPSTAIRS
AND GET SOME MORE.

MAKE IT QUICK.

[suspenseful music]

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WHAT THE HELL?

HEY!

[phone rings]

(Sharona)
HELLO?

(Monk)
I KNOW WHO DID IT, SHARONA.
I CAN PROVE IT.

CALL THE POLICE.

I BORROWED
MR. CARUTHER'S CAMERA.

IT HAS EIGHT PICTURES LEFT,
SEE THE NUMBERS?
UH-HUH.

IS SANTA REALLY COMING?

OH, YEAH,
HE'LL BE HERE.

WHAT DO YOU WANT
FOR CHRISTMAS?

I JUST WANT TWO AND TWO
TO BE FOUR AGAIN.

IT'S HIM!
SANTA CLAUS!

(Monk)
I KNEW IT.

WHAT'S HE DOING?

(Monk)
HE'S GOING FISHING.

FOR WHAT?

THE GUN, MANNY.

HE HAS TO FIND IT
BEFORE THE CONSTRUCTION CREW

STUMBLES ONTO IT.

AND HE'LL GET RID OF IT
FOR GOOD.

AND I'LL NEVER BE ABLE
TO PROVE ANY OF THIS.

I LOVE YOU, SANTA!

MANNY.
[whimpers]

MANNY!

MANNY, NO.
NO!

NO, NO.
STAY HERE.

I NEED YOU
TO TAKE PICTURES.

(Manny)
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHAT HE'S DOING.

(Monk)
DON'T LOOK DOWN.
DON'T LOOK DOWN.

HOW'S THE FISHING, DOCTOR?

MONK.

HOW DID YOU
GET UP HERE?

SANTA CLAUS!

[picture snaps]

(Monk)
THIS IS WHY YOU PUT MANNY
IN THAT ROOM.

'CAUSE YOU KNEW YOU COULD
SPEND ALL NIGHT UP HERE.

AND NOBODY WOULD EVER BELIEVE
HE REALLY DID SEE SANTA CLAUS.

NOBODY BUT YOU, MONK.

AND WHO'S GOING
TO BELIEVE YOU?

YOU'RE CLINICALLY INSANE,
REMEMBER?

WE'LL FIND THE GUN, DOCTOR.
RIGHT WHERE YOU DROPPED IT.

AND THAT'S ALL THE PROOF
I'LL NEED.

YOU COULDN'T STAND IT.

THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS
GAVE YOUR JOB TO DR. GOULD.

YOU KILLED HIM.

DR. GOULD.

[gunshots]

YOU STOLE SOME DRUGS
TO MAKE IT LOOK

LIKE A PATIENT DID IT.

YOU NEEDED A FALL GUY.
LAFRANKIE FIT THE BILL.

YOU PROBABLY GOT LAFRANKIE
ALL DOPED UP,

THEN LURED HIM
INTO THE WOODS,

WHERE THE COPS FOUND HIM
THE NEXT DAY.

YOU ONLY HAD ONE PROBLEM:
THE MURDER WEAPON.

IT WAS REGISTERED
IN YOUR NAME.

YOU HAD TO GET RID
OF THE GUN

BEFORE THE COPS SHOWED UP.

AND YOU FOUND THE PERFECT
PLACE TO HIDE IT.

HEY, YOU CAN'T TALK
TO SANTA CLAUS LIKE THAT.

MANNY.

MANNY!

SANTA, HELP ME!

WELL, WELL,
WHAT HAVE WE HERE?

MANNY.
MANNY, HANG ON.

JUST HANG ON.

WAIT A MINUTE.

YOU'RE NOT
REALLY SANTA CLAUS.

MONK, BE CAREFUL,
HE'S NOT REALLY SANTA CLAUS.

[grunts]

[police sirens]

GUN'S BEEN LODGED
IN THAT CHIMNEY FOR FOUR YEARS.

[sirens grow louder]

I'M GUESSING
THE CHAMBER

AND THE METAL
FIRING PIN ARE...

[tires screeching]

COMPLETELY OXIDIZED.

(police officer)
DROP THE GUN, SANTA.
PUT YOUR HANDS UP.

(Sharona)
ADRIAN!

BY THE WAY,

IN CASE WE DON'T GET
A CHANCE TO TALK LATER,

I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW,
EXCEPT FOR THE MURDERS,

AND YOUR TRYING
TO KILL ME,

YOU REALLY WERE THE BEST DOCTOR
I EVER HAD.

HANG ON, MANNY,
THEY'RE COMING TO GET YOU.

AND MERRY CHRISTMAS.

[phone rings}

HELLO?

(Monk)
SHARONA.

DON'T LAUGH, OKAY?
I JUST NEED TO BE SURE.

IS THERE A SKINNY OAK TREE
BY THE WINDOW?

YES.

IS THERE AN ARMOIRE
BY THE CLOSET?

UH-HUH.

(Sharona)
AND IS TRUDY'S PICTURE
ON THE NIGHTSTAND?

YEP.

ADRIAN,

YOU'RE IN YOUR OWN HOUSE.
NOW GO TO SLEEP.

THANKS.

GOOD NEWS:

I'M SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING YOU
FOR EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH.

THANKS, BOSS.
I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.

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[upbeat ragtime music]

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