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(reporter) The countdown is underway here at Edwards Air Force Base.

The new experimental rocket plane

which was developed by Altman Aerodynamics

is scheduled to launch tomorrow morning

at 7:30 Pacific time.

The four man crew will be lead by a familiar face.

Astronaut and civilian test pilot Steven Wagner.

Wagner became a national hero four years ago

when he made a courageous emergency landing

in the space shuttle

during reentry.

A national hero in my very own living room.

But I'll never be a hero to you, will I?

You were once.

Is this it?

Between the Sheets:

The Joanne Raphelson Story.

You want to read it? You're chapter five.

How many chapters are there? 15.

You've been a busy girl, Joanne.

You really went into detail?

My editor insisted on it.

The juicier, the better.

That's why I called you, Steve.

I didn't want you to be surprised.

I appreciate that, Joanne.

I really do.

So has anyone seen this new version yet?

Not yet.

When do you hand it in?

Next week. I'm still proofreading it.

Oh.

An olive, a cherry, and an onion.

What do you call this?

A Spacewalk. It's my own recipe.

It's a good name.

Feel like I'm flying.

So do you want to read it?

I plan to. That's why I'm here.

But I've changed my mind.

Hell, I've been a test pilot for 15 years.

I once landed a space shuttle in the ocean.

I think I can handle whatever's in chapter five.

So hand it in. Hit me with your best shot.

Thank you, Steve.

Mm.

(reporter) Sir, there's a rumor

you might be considering a run for Senate.

Look at you.

Damn, you're cute.

[Randy Newman ragtime theme]

* It's a jungle out there

* Disorder and confusion everywhere *

* No one seems to care

* Well, I do

* Hey, who's in charge here?

* It's a jungle out there

* Poison in the very air we breathe *

* You know what's in the water that you drink? *

* Well, I do, and it's a-ma-zing *

* People think I'm crazy 'cause I worry all the time *

* If you paid attention, you'd be worried too *

* You'd better pay attention or this world we love so much *

* Might just kill you

* I could be wrong now

* But I don't think so

* 'Cause it's a jungle out there *

* It's a jungle out there *

Hello.

Miss Raphelson.

Miss Raphelson, I see your car.

Miss Raphelson?

Madre de dios!

Miss Raphelson?

Madre de dios!

Career day.

What would I talk about?

Your career.

Your job.

Oh, come on, Mr. Monk.

It would mean so much to Julie.

Yeah. I can't do it. I'm sorry.

I can't speak in public.

See, that's not true.

Remember when I first started working for you

and you made that list of all your fears and phobias.

There were 103 things.

Public speaking wasn't one of them.

Actually, there were a couple of things

that I didn't mention.

I didn't want you to think I was weird.

Why don't you ask the Captain?

Whatever it is, thank you for asking,

but I can't do it.

[Monk coughing]

The housekeeper has her own key.

She comes in every other week.

She found the body right here a couple hours ago.

Her name is, uh, Joanne Raphelson.

36. Former Vegas showgirl.

And the coroner just took the body.

Said she's been dead for five days.

So that makes it, uh...

Wednesday morning.

Wednesday.

'Scuse me. Why are we here?

She killed herself, right?

(Stottlemeyer) Uh, maybe.

I'm not sure.

I noticed a few things.

I wanted to run them by you.

Found a letter from a publisher

in New York.

She was about to have a book published.

A memoir called

Between the Sheets: The Joanne Raphelson Story.

Between the--? Oh. Yeah.

I get it.

And a check for 50 grand, which she has not deposited.

Pretty weird time to hang yourself, huh?

Good work, sir.

You don't have to sound so surprised, Randy.

Oh, I'm not surprised.

Awestruck.

Awestruck. Well, don't be.

And that's an order.

You're ordering me not to be awestruck? That's right.

Stand over there and don't be awestruck.

Sir.

Anything else?

Uh, yeah. Looks like her computer's missing.

There's a power strip with a surge protector,

a printer, and no computer.

'Scuse me, sir.

Sorry. I've never disobeyed an order in my life.

It's really good work. It's awesome.

Randy, why don't you go outside

and talk to the neighbors?

Yes, sir.

It's awesome.

So am I right?

Something's not kosher.

It's her driver's license.

How tall do you think that stool is?

Mm...

The rope's 7'6".

But according to her license,

she's only 5'5".

I'm 5'5".

Step up.

You're right.

It doesn't add up.

So how long have you lived here?

15 years. Maybe 14.

You know what, my old lady would know that.

You can ask her when she gets back...

if she's sober.

Hey, you want one of these?

Nectarines. They're the perfect fruit.

Okay. There you go.

Now why is the garage door open again?

Benny, what'd I tell you about this?

I didn't open it.

Really. Well, then who did?

Maybe Donna did it. You ever think of that?

Your sister couldn't open up a box of crayons.

She's six years old.

Mr. Cain, I just have a few more questions.

How well did you know Ms. Raphelson?

Not as well as I wanted to

if you get my drift.

Hey, she was hot.

What a waste.

Did she have any visitors last week?

Say Tuesday or Wednesday?

No.

Nobody. Nobody.

Not as far as I recall anyway.

Oh, for C-- Not a--

Hector's out!

Benny, could you-- go get your dog, please.

Why should I?

Because you opened up the garage.

This is a police offer, right?

I could have him lock you up.

You think about that.

How's it going?

Captain. This is, uh, Darrel Cain.

Darrel Cain, Captain Leland Stottlemeyer.

'Scuse me.

That box is addressed to Joanne Raphelson.

Yeah. It was on her porch.

Well, I'd heard she died. I figured it was up for grabs.

You can't just take mail from somebody's porch.

Yeah, you can if it's fruit.

Law doesn't apply to fruit because it's perishable.

Actually, sir,

the law does apply to fruit.

Are you eating one?

No. I was just putting that back.

(man) Captain.

You wanted to see her phone record.

Yeah.

No calls at all on Tuesday.

Or Monday?

Last call she made was Saturday morning

at 2:05 a.m.

[whistles]

Hello. This is Captain Leland Stottlemeyer,

San Francisco Police.

Who's this?

(Wagner) Captain Stottlemeyer?

Yeah. Hey.

Is this a bad time?

Oh. No. No.

Some friends are throwing me a little party.

It's sort of a tradition.

Congratulations on your flight.

Hey, and, uh,

congratulations on that crash landing

four years ago.

Oh, and, uh, marrying the figure skater.

Yeah, congratulations on your whole damn life.

This is Lt. Disher,

Natalie Teeger, and Adrian Monk.

Monk. I know that name.

You're the detective.

The one who quit.

I-I-I didn't quit, exactly.

It was a--it was a leave of absence.

It's nothing to be ashamed of, Mr. Monk.

Some people just can't handle the pressure.

I-I-I didn't quit.

Mr. Wagner, I'm sorry.

My daughter just wrote a school paper about you.

Good. I need all the PR I can get.

She's not going to believe that I met you.

Do you mind if I take a picture? Not at all.

I didn't quit.

There were extenuating circumstances.

There always are.

The trick is

not to let them stop us.

Captain, you said it was important.

Oh, yeah. Um...

do you know a woman named Joanne Raphelson?

She's dead, isn't she?

She finally did it.

You're not surprised.

[sighs]

Joanne's been depressed for months.

For years, really.

She was about to have a book published

but somehow that made it worse.

Like I was saying, Mr. Monk,

some people just can't handle the pressure.

It was a psychological discharge, for God's sake.

It was only temporary.

I plan on being reinstated.

He's so much better.

How well did you know her?

Intimately.

When was the last time you saw her?

Five years ago.

No, wait, she called you on the phone last week.

That's true.

She calls me once or twice a year when she's lonely,

depressed, or drunk, and sometimes all three.

Steven?

Honey, we're cutting the cake.

Hey, look, uh,

we could talk about this tomorrow, okay?

That's all right, Captain. I have no secrets from my wife.

Honey, these gentlemen are detectives.

Joanne Raphelson is dead.

Oh, no. Poor girl.

I made a mistake, Captain.

Five years ago.

Nicole knows all about it.

I don't deserve this woman.

Excuse me, ma'am.

What is that you're drinking?

It's called a Spacewalk.

My husband invented it.

Is--is that an olive?

And an onion

and a cherry.

It's my claim to fame. Would you like one?

No, thank you.

Mr. Wagner,

I was reading about your flight

and they said they almost had to cancel the liftoff.

You were running late. That's true.

I got lost on my way to Edwards.

Can you believe it?

You--you got lost?

I tried a different short cut.

I-I-I guess I'm a better navigator in the sky

than I am on the highways.

Congressman, glad you could make it.

Steve. Hey, when are we going to have that talk

about your future?

The sooner, the better.

Will you excuse us?

My friends are waiting.

We can talk about this some other time.

Absolutely. Great.

It was nice to meet you.

He's the guy.

Who's the guy?

The astronaut. He killed her.

Somebody made that exact same drink

at Joanne Raphelson's house before she died.

Monk, it's not possible.

He was in space.

He did it.

Outer space, Monk.

He was on TV. He was orbiting the Earth.

Gotta admit, it's a pretty good alibi.

He--he's the guy.

Monk, 99 times out of 100,

I am in your corner.

But I just can't see it.

Steve Wagner is a national hero.

It's true, Mr. Monk.

He was on the cover of Time magazine.

Actually, it was Newsweek.

Actually, it was both.

Now look, we need to tread carefully here.

First off, there's no motive.

The wife knew about the affair.

A lot of people did.

It wasn't just the affair.

We just talked to Joanne Raphelson's editor

in New York.

She was about to hand in her next draft,

which contained a couple of real bombshells.

Like?

Like which of her ex-boyfriends

beat her up five years ago.

Somebody put her in the hospital.

She had a concussion, right?

Mm-hmm.

And you think Steve Wagner's involved?

I just don't believe it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Monk.

Look, Wagner wants to run for office.

A story like that would bury him.

Okay. Maybe you found a motive.

Maybe. But it doesn't matter.

And I'll tell you why.

Because your suspect, Monk, was in outer space.

He wasn't on this planet.

It's true.

Julie and I watched it on television.

The whole world was watching.

He took off on Monday and he landed on Friday.

Here's the case file.

The coroner is 100% sure.

He is certain

that Joanne Raphelson died of ligature strangulation

on Wednesday morning while your man was in space.

Now maybe we should take a minute

and see if we can think of a better alibi.

It's a pretty good alibi.

(Stottlemeyer) Yeah.

She had drugs in her system?

Barbiturates.

Yeah, coroner says she took some pills.

They didn't work.

She went to plan B and dangled herself.

It happens all the time.

But you said yourself

the crime scene didn't look kosher.

Monk, what I'm saying is it might be murder,

but it wasn't him.

Captain.

I think Monk's right.

Thank you. Reinforcements.

I think I know how Wagner did it.

Okay. This is the ship.

And let's pretend this globe represents the earth.

That's a globe. It does represent the earth.

Right. Okay.

Here's what happened.

First part was easy.

He takes off.

As he passes over San Francisco,

he activates the escape pod.

Well, wait.

Uh, wait. Uh, was-- was there an escape pod

on the ship?

No. Not officially. But I think he smuggled one on.

Mm-hmm. And where did he get it, the escape pod?

He built it.

Yeah. Out of a kit.

In his basement.

He's resourceful.

Anyway,

splashdown.

He climbs out of the pod,

makes his way to her house,

kills her, climbs back onto the pod,

fires up the engines, back in space.

Thank you, Randy.

It's just a theory.

I don't think so.

No. I've heard theories before and, uh,

they don't sound like that.

[cell phone rings]

It's him. It's Steve Wagner.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

Yes.

Really?

Oh, that's wonderful.

Uh, tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m.

Oh, the kids are going to be so thrilled.

Okay, great. I'll see you then.

Steve Wagner is speaking at Julie's school

for Career Day.

Wait, you invited him.

Yeah. I met his PR person last night

as we were leaving.

Natalie, he killed his ex-girlfriend.

Monk, maybe you should go too.

You think the guy's involved,

it'll give you a chance to feel him out.

Fine.

Okay. I'll do it.

You're both coming?

Class mom of the year.

When I was your age, I was a Boy Scout.

Who here knows the Boy Scout motto?

(all) Be prepared.

That's right.

And that motto saved my life.

Because when the landing gear didn't come down,

I was prepared.

I knew what I had to do.

I went around Florida.

Good-bye, Florida.

Over Louisiana.

And landed the space shuttle here in the Gulf of Mexico

with a great big belly flop.

And you weren't even scared?

No, I wasn't scared.

I was terrified!

[laughter]

People called me a hero.

But anybody--anybody could've done that.

You or you

or you

or you or...

you or you.

Being brave is being afraid of something

but doing it anyway.

What are you going to do next?

Well, tomorrow, I'm testing a brand-new jet

for the Air Force

called the FA22 Raptor.

It's the most advanced fighter in the world.

She's faster than the speed of sound.

So if you hear a big boom in the sky tomorrow,

that's me saying hello, kids.

Before I go,

I brought some official Steve Wagner laser pointers

for all you kids.

Here you go. Take one, pass them back.

Well, I had a great time.

And remember, what does Steve Wagner want you to do?

(all) Aim high.

Wasn't he great? Let's give him a hand.

Thank you.

Okay, so Julie's next guest is Mr. Adrian Monk,

who's also my boss.

So everybody be extra nice.

He's going to talk about what it's like

to be a police detective.

Hi.

Hi, I'm...

I'm, um...

I'm...

[clears throat] Leave it.

[dropping to floor]

[laughter]

I'm, uh...

I'm Adrian Monk.

Who wants to be a detective when they grow up?

What about you?

No?

Everybody in your row has their hand up.

If you put your hand up then...

it would be a perfect row.

Put your hand up!

Thank you.

Where's your gun?

Um, I, uh,

I don't have-- I don't have one.

(male student) You can't carry one

cause you had a breakdown.

[laughter]

Oh, well, uh...

Julie says you're afraid of milk.

[laughter]

Well, everybody's afraid of something, right?

Julie said you're afraid of everything.

Mr. Monk, I really-- I'm--

Have you ever caught a real killer?

Oh yes.

Oh...

yes, I've caught a lot of killers.

Some killers are very smart.

And some are very powerful.

Some are even famous.

They don't think they will ever be caught.

But in the end,

they...

they're always caught.

And I'll tell you why.

Because the police

can make mistakes.

I make mistakes all the time.

But, uh...

but...

See, a-a killer has to be, uh...

[laughter]

A killer has to be perfect.

And, uh...

nobody's perfect.

The first police officers appeared in ancient Rome

in 200 B.C.

They were called Centurions.

In many ways, they were like our modern police force.

It was their job to--to--

to enforce laws and to--to maintain order.

They were, uh, chosen

for their...

their loyalty

and their courage.

Aaaaah!

Ah! Ah!

[laughter]

Here, Mr. Monk.

Drink that. Are you okay?

Oh.

That was a good, good speech.

I think the kids learned a lot.

Are they still laughing?

They'll have to stop soon.

The period's almost over.

I am such a...

what do you call it?

Wuss. No, Mr. Monk, you are not a wuss.

Well, I'm not a man.

I know that.

I'm a mutant.

I'm half man, half wuss.

I'm a muss.

Here you are. Our brave centurion.

I liked your speech.

Especially the little dance number at the end.

Those laser pointers can be very dangerous.

Yeah. They're a real menace.

I hear you've been checking up on me.

Calling Joanne's family.

Her publisher. Turning over rocks.

If you want to talk to me,

let's talk right now man to muss.

Did you hit her?

Hit who? Joanne.

Did you hit her so hard

that she woke up in the hospital?

I wouldn't repeat that, Mr. Monk.

That's slander.

Besides, who would believe it?

That's why you killed her, isn't it?

Because she was about to go public.

She was about to tell the truth about you.

You're a sad little man.

I can't believe you and I breathe the same air.

I was on a space ship, Mr. Monk,

circling the Earth with my crew.

Why doesn't that satisfy?

Am I making you nervous?

Never. You know why?

[snap] See.

You flinched.

See, you're a flincher.

You'll never stop me

because when the chips are down when it really counts,

you are always going to flinch.

Sir, sorry to interrupt.

We have to go.

Would you excuse us? The Governor's waiting.

My God. You were right.

He killed her.

That was almost a confession.

But how?

How did he do it?

And they were just toys.

Little red flashlights.

But I was terrified.

I wanted to scream.

What--what did you do?

I screamed.

At least I heard screaming.

Pretty sure it was me.

Adrian, you were giving a speech

in front of a group of people.

That's real progress.

No, really. I'm very proud of you.

Yeah.

You're never going to be completely free of fear.

You can't expect that.

But real courage is being afraid of something

and doing it anyway.

Nah. What?

Steve Wagner...

said the exact same thing.

Really?

The astronaut.

Doctor, killed his girlfriend.

Which I do not condone. It's indefensible, of course.

Seems I'm afraid all the time.

I'm so tired of being afraid.

Adrian.

I'm anxious to talk about your phobias.

We talked about aversion therapy.

Okay.

Let--let's--let's do it. Let's do it.

Right now. Okay. Okay. All right.

Here we go. All right.

Which of your fears would you like to work on first?

Glaciers.

No.

Rodeos.

Ah, glaciers. Glaciers.

All right, why don't we just start with a basic one?

Fear of heights.

Okay. Heights. Heights.

Let's do it. Heights. Okay, good.

Let's get up on the roof right now.

Wait. Whoa. Okay. Wait, wait.

Sit. I'll sit.

Sit down.

Okay, I'm down. Sitting down.

Not--I'm not ready.

For that.

Uh...

let's--let's just build up to it gradually.

Here's what.

Why don't we sit here

and, uh, name really tall things.

I'll go first.

The Sears Tower.

Mm. Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Mm. No. That's too tall.

Um, not the Sears Tower.

Just a regular Sears maybe.

Just a regular Sears.

Department store.

Adrian, why don't we work on your phobias another time,

okay?

Okay.

When I--when I look at a man--

a real man like Steve Wagner...

I just feel weak.

I just feel so inadequate.

I know he's guilty.

But I'll never be able to prove it.

Adrian,

Steve Wagner is a human being.

And if he's guilty,

I know something he's very much afraid of.

What's that?

You.

She's in the house.

He was up there

in space.

Circling the Earth.

Maybe he had an accomplice. No.

We have statements from all of the neighbors.

There were no visitors, no cars.

She was definitely alone.

Somehow he killed her from up there.

Well, she collected a lot of dolls.

Lot of really ugly dolls.

Natalie.

Holes.

How did we miss that?

They were drilled recently.

She wasn't killed out there.

She was killed in here.

She was found in there.

She could've been killed someplace else.

[bushes rustling]

Speak of the devil.

Sorry. I didn't know anyone was here.

Are you looking for something?

I wanted a flower from her garden.

She loved this garden.

I cared for the girl. I won't deny that.

You came a long way to pick a flower.

Actually, I was heading up here anyway.

I have a test flight at Paxton in a couple of hours.

Now it's your turn. What are you doing here?

I'm investigating Joanne's murder.

Her suicide.

It was murder.

I think we both know that.

(Cain) Come on, man.

Are you deaf?

Please, just close the damn garage door.

Well, I did. Three times!

Well, guess what. It's open again.

Well, maybe it's broke.

It ain't broke. It's brand-new.

Holy son of a-- Look at this.

Hey, you know what, I think that is.

Who? The-- Who?

The--he's the--the guy. The spaceman from TV.

He's famous. Go get the camera would you?

Get the--get the-- Stay with your brother.

Go get the camera.

'Scuse me.

Uh, uh, uh, excuse me.

Uh, you--you're famous, right?

You're that Steve Wolanski--

Wagner. Steven Wagner.

Wagner. I knew that. Wagner.

You're the space cowboy, right?

Oh, man, you're--

you're the dude that landed the space shuttle

when it was on fire.

That's correct.

I lost ten bucks on that.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Would you excuse us?

We're in the middle of something.

Could you excuse us, please?

You folks live across the street.

Is that, right?

Huh? Yeah. It's us right over here.

Yeah, that's right, how are you, man?

Good to meet you. I'm Darrel.

This is my daughter Donna here and this is, uh...

Hi, nice to meet you.

Benny.

What the hell are you doing here?

You're curious, aren't you?

That's the best thing a boy can have.

Curiosity.

I was friends with the lady that lived here.

Oh, man. That's a shame.

That's... that's heart breaking.

Can we get a picture?

I can do better than that.

I'm flight testing a brand-new jet

in a couple of hours.

How'd you like to come and watch?

Bring the whole family. Be my guests.

What, are you-- you kidding me?

They wouldn't mind?

You have every right to be there.

You're a tax payer, right?

Yeah.

Sales tax.

Could we come too?

I'm a big aviation buff, fan.

(Natalie) That's so true.

Such a fanatic.

I love airplanes. Just crazy about the, uh...

Can't get enough of them. The takeoff.

(Monk) And the wings and all.

There we go. The rudder.

(Natalie) And that--the landing.

You wouldn't mind if we come see you.

(Wagner) Talking about state-of-the-art technology here.

The most advanced war planes ever built.

Some of these planes are prototypes.

That means nobody's ever

flown 'em before.

(Cain) Sounds dangerous.

(Wagner) It can be dangerous.

Then why do you do it?

If I didn't do it, Benny, somebody else would.

Where's the fun in that?

Now you kids will love this.

This is a flight simulator.

It's kind of like a $30 million video game.

Cool.

Want to check it out? Okay.

You grown-ups stay here.

We'll be right back.

Captain Savo, you're in charge.

He is good people.

Yeah. He is good people.

Hey, how well do you know him?

Well enough to wonder what he's doing.

Let's go in.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's a little dark in there.

Let's just wait out here for awhile.

(man) Paulie!

Why is this garage door open?

Don't know, Serge.

Opened by itself. Maybe we installed it wrong.

I got the same problem with my garage.

It's like an epidemic.

Natalie, I know how he did it.

I know how he killed her!

It's all about the garage doors.

It is? Yes.

Dad.

Daddy!

Where's Mr. Wagner?

He left. He said he was late for something.

What's wrong, sweetie?

(Benny) The astronaut took her doll.

He took her doll?

That's it!

Natalie, it's all about the doll!

You just said it was all about the garage door.

It's about the doll and the garage door.

It's about both.

Mr. Cain, where did you get that doll?

I...

Come on. You stole it, didn't you?

It was in a box sitting on Joanne's front porch.

And you took it just like you took

the Fruit of Month box.

It was sitting there for three days, all right?

I figured she wasn't home.

You're a horrible neighbor.

(Donna cries)

Honey, it's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be all right. Sweetie, come on.

This is Captain Savo.

I just lost two of my civilians.

Notify the law enforcement desk.

Thank you.

The Captain's on his way.

We have to find Wagner

before he gets rid of that doll.

Monk, I don't understand.

Here's what happened.

Before he left...

Wagner must've gone to Joanne's house.

He drugged her but not enough to kill her.

Just enough to knock her out

for a couple of days.

Then he built a machine-- a murder machine--

a machine that would hang her on Wednesday

long after he was gone.

What kind of machine?

Garage door opener.

He left her there drugged.

Probably tied up.

And then took off

into space with

the whole world watching.

Mr. Monk, what are you doing?

I don't know.

He's handling the missiles.

No, no, no, no.

Those are missiles. They could be nuclear weapons!

Then stop me for the love of God.

I don't understand.

She died on Wednesday.

How did he activate the machine?

It was so simple, it was brilliant!

He used a remote control.

He taped it or glued it down

so it stayed on.

Then he put the remote control

inside one of those dolls.

Then he mailed it to her own house

second day mail.

Second day mail? Wednesday morning.

Exactly. It was like a time bomb.

The mail man delivered the remote control,

put it on the front porch.

On the other side of that door,

she was being strangled.

(Natalie) Oh my God.

But they found her in the living room!

After he landed, Wagner went back to her house.

He dismantled the machine

and moved her body into the other room.

It was a perfect plan except for one thing.

The doll was missing.

It wasn't on the front porch.

He must've panicked.

He went back there again today to try to find it.

He knew that remote could tie him to the murder.

His fingerprints are all over it.

'Scuse me! Hi.

Hey, looking good.

Hi, Mr. We're looking for Steve Wagner.

He may be on the flight line.

I think they just cleared him for takeoff.

Great. We'd love to watch. Which way?

You can't miss him.

He's in the brand-new FA22.

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, hi.

Hello again.

Could you settle a bet?

My friend and I were wondering if, uh,

somebody could drop anything

out of the cockpit of an FA22.

Of course, I say no way.

Of course you can.

Like what?

Uh, you know, a Japanese doll.

About this big.

Well, there's an air lock.

Like a chute

to drop flares and emergency transmitters.

I owe you one. Go figure.

Thank you. That's unbelievable.

Hey, wait a second.

Hey, where's your escort?

Hey, where you going? Go, go, go!

[engines starting]

No, no, no, Mr. Monk! Wait!

Hey!

Hey!

Pull it over!

Put your hands on your head.

Get on your knees.

[guns cocking]

(man) Sir, step away

from the jet.

Step away from the jet.

[siren]

San Francisco police department.

Stop! They're friendly! They're friendly!

That's my man out there. Pack your weapons.

[giving cease order]

Stand down.

[engines turn off]

Captain, please hand me the item.

The doll, sir. Hand me the doll.

Security team, secure the suspect.

Helped the suspect. Now secure the air craft.

Control, suspect secure.

Come on.

Mr. Monk.

Julie made something for you.

What?

Well, all my friends at school

were talking about what you did

and how we were so wrong about Mr. Wagner.

And how you caught him.

Well, um,

anyways, I made you this in art class.

Oh. Julie.

It's a medal of valor.

Cause you're the bravest man

I've ever known except for my father.

Oh, sweetie.

I'm going to get the camera.

Well, I--

Julie, thank you.

Wait, wait a minute.

What is that? A pin? Is that a pin?

Yeah, it's okay. I'll be careful.

Wait, wait. That--that--you know, that--

That can puncture the skin. People get infected.

I'll just hold it. How about that?

Okay. Smile.

You too, Rambo.

Wait, look. It says courage.

Yeah. I see that. I see that.

Take--take the picture.

No flash. No flash. Retinal scarring.

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