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What are you doing?
I like it open.

Somebody might see me.

Well, I gotta get going.
Thank you so much for letting me stay.

You are the best ex-wife
a guy ever had.

Speaking of which, I believe
I have some money coming.

Yeah, I know, Susan.

I don't wanna get
the lawyers involved again.

You're gonna see
every nickel. I promise.

It's a lotta nickels, Brad.

Ten million dollars worth.

My business manager will
call you this afternoon, okay?

Thank you again.

Stomach is in.

Susan. Will you
come here a sec?

I'm busy.
I already started.

Please. Just come
here for a second.

Man, how did they find you?

If they set foot on your property,
just call the police, okay?

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Listen, guys...

Hey, Gina, how are you?

Listen, just leave
my ex-wife outta this, okay?

She had nothing to do with it.

I will answer a couple of questions
if you just leave her alone. Please.

Brad, why'd you
beat up that bartender?

I didn't beat anybody up.
We had a misunderstanding.

- Were you drinking?
- I was at a bar, Eric.

Yeah, I had a drink... or two.
And some peanuts.

Listen, I gotta get to work.

Just, please, stay off the property
and-and leave Susan alone.

That would be great.

What are you doing!

Susan?

Somebody call the police!

She's been stabbed!

Get the gate!

Does anybody know C. P. R.
or-or first aid or something?

Anything!
Can anybody help me?

She's bleeding really, really bad!

Hello. This is...
This is Brad Terry!

I need an ambulance!

Yes.

2245 Hadley Lane.
My ex-wife, she's been...

She's been stabbed!
She's bleeding really bad!

I think she's dead!

Yes! I'll stay on the line!

MONK Season 2 Epi. 12
Mr. Monk and the T. V. Star

This is Brooke Burke with
breaking news from San Francisco.

It's been a terrible week for Brad Terry,

star of TV's hit series Crime Lab S. F.

Two days ago, Brad was
arrested for assaulting a bartender.

This morning, his ex-wife...
former actress Susan Malloy...

was slain while Brad was standing
right over there, talking to reporters.

Adrian. How do I look?

Sharona, this is a murder scene,
not a high school prom.

Yes, but it was Brad Terry's ex-wife.
Brad Terry could be in there.

Wait, wait. Do I have
anything in my teeth?

Forget it.
Come on. Come on.

This morning, paparazzi gathered to
get the scoop on Brad and Susan.

Excuse me. Hey, hey!

Excuse me.
Are you gonna go see Brad?

Yeah.

Come here.
You could do this for me.

- Sorry.
- No, no. I need...

This is a petition to get
the old theme song back.

They changed the theme song.

Oh, my God!
I hate that new theme song.

Me too. God, the show was perfect.
It was perfection, right?

It was.
It was... It was perfect.

Why can't they just
leave shows alone?

I don't know. - But tell Brad
this is from Marci.

That is me.
"M" for Marci.

"Marci." Okay.

Yeah. He-He knows me, so...

- Okay. I'll tell him that. Okay.
- Come on.

Don't bend it.

Don't forget the upstairs.
I want pictures of everything.

Dylan, grab a couple of uniforms.
Go door-to-door.

And do not send anything upstream
until I get a chance to read it.

I'm glad you're on the case, Captain.

I feel pretty silly doing what I do,
watching you do it for real.

Yeah, I've seen your show.

It's pretty good.

- Really?
- Yeah.

That's a big compliment
coming from you. Thanks.

There he is.
There he is.

The greatest detective
in San Francisco.

Okay, you understand
he's not a real detective?

It's what they call a show.

I'm gonna talk to him.

Mr. Terry? Hi.

I'm really sorry
about your loss.

I'm-I'm Sharona Fleming.
I'm with Adrian Monk.

The consultant, right?

Yeah.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

No. I don't think
it's really hit me yet that...

Well, this...
this is for you.

Somebody outside gave it to me.

It's a petition about
that new theme song.

Oh, yeah. I know. Everybody hates it.
Am I the only one who likes this?

I like it too.

I can't get it out of my mind.
It-It's a good song.

From Marci, right?
Marci Maven.

She follows me everywhere.

She's not right.

So, they were...
They were divorced?

- Who was?
- Brad Terry and the victim.

Yeah, right.
For three years.

They were still friendly.
You know, show people.

He's been hidin' out here
for the last couple of days.

- Hiding from...
- Paparazzi.

He slugged a bartender on Friday night.
It was big news.

Why is this thing still running?

Sorry.

She was working out.

Yeah. She's workin' out here.

Killer opens the back door,
sneaks up behind her,

stabs her three times...
neck, back and chest.

Murder weapon's
nothing special either.

It's just a camping knife.

Here, look at this.

Point of entry.

- How is he?
- He's okay.

I like him.

Like a regular guy.
Like me or you.

Or me.

Do you think
he could have had a motive?

Who?

Brad Terry?

Nah, I don't think so.

No kids. No alimony.
Besides, he can't be the guy.

He was out front when it went down.
Ten witnesses with cameras.

Killer broke the glass,
opened the door, reached in.

Went out the same way.

There's-There's
glass in the track...

directly under the door.

Yeah. So?

I think the door was open
when the glass was broken.

Or the killer kicked the glass
around when he ran out.

This driveway curves
around the back of the house.

Hey, Brad.

Brad Terry,
this is Adrian Monk.

This is the guy that,
uh, we're workin'with.

I'm sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.
- I understand you're an actor...

Oh. Oh, no, no.
Don't be insulted by him.

He's never heard of anybody.

No. He doesn't have to watch my show.
He lives it. Right?

Well, not really.

Well, maybe.

Yes. Yeah, I-I guess so.

I just have a couple of questions.

Is that your car parked
at the bottom of the driveway?

Yeah.

I was just wondering
wh-why you parked out front...

if you didn't want anyone
to know where you were.

That's a good question.

Susan drove it last.
I guess she just forgot to pull it up.

Makes sense to me.

Yeah.

What do you think?

What can I get you two?

Nothing for me.

Just some water.

Are you Dustin Sheers?

Yeah.

We're working with the police
on the Brad Terry case.

- What do I owe you?
- Don't worry about it.

I understand Mr. Terry
was in here last week.

- There was a fight.
- My brush with fame.

Well, actually, it was more
than a brush really.

What was the fight about?

Nothin;

I said I'd never seen
his show, and he flipped out.

He jumps over the bar.
He starts goin'postal on me.

Excuse me.

I'll have some of that scotch.

- It's 20 bucks.
- No, not the whole bottle. Just a glass.

Yeah. Twenty bucks.
It's the best in the house.

What are you doing?

You don't drink.

I get it. You're gonna waste
20 bucks to make 'em even.

Great.
Oh, my God.

- You want this?
- Sure.

Was Mr. Terry intoxicated?

Had to be.

- How else do you explain that?
- I'll have a glass of water, please.

You're not gonna
sue him, are you?

I considered it,

but I figure, after what
happened with his ex-wife,

that guy's suffered enough.

I'll have another scotch.

Don't mind if I do.

Besides, he felt
pretty bad about it.

Before the cops showed up,
he wrote me a check for two grand.

He wrote him a check.

That's the check?
That's it.

I don't know whether
to cash it or frame it.

What's wrong?

- The handwriting.
- Looks okay to me.

It's not just okay.
It's perfect.

He stayed right on the line.

I don't think he was drunk
when he wrote this.

Why would a star like Brad
Terry pretend to be drunk?

Please.

I'll have some more water, please.

Can you make it a double?

There's the editing
rooms over there.

That's the costume department.

Are they allowed to
keep all the clothes?

Well, they're not supposed to,
but sometimes they do.

Could you slow it down a little, please?

I don't think I can go any slower.

I'm surprised Brad Terry is
working today, after what happened.

Oh, yeah. They just keep
workin', no matter what.

You know, they have
to do 26 episodes a year.

Brad wouldn't shut us down.
He's great.

- Oh, He... He is great.
- Yeah, he's great.

- I can't seem to find my seat belt.
- You don't need a seat belt.

I don't need a seat belt.

Oh. Over there's
the dubbing stage.

That's where we do
all the sound work for the show.

Hey.

- Is he anybody?
- No. He's just a writer.

"100th."
100th what?

We're shooting our
hundredth episode this week.

Yeah, it-it's a really big deal.

Why is that?

Because they can syndicate the show.
That's where they make the big money.

Okay. Well,

here we are.

- We made it.
- Yeah.

It's the big door on the left.

- Thank you so much. Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Bye.

A camera, Sharona?

He's a murder suspect.

Brad Terry didn't kill anybody.

How do you know?
Because he plays a nice guy on TV.

Tony Danza never killed anybody.
Mister Rogers never killed anybody.

I'm not saying every
actor is a murderer.

I'm saying this actor
might be a murderer.

Do I have to agree
with you on every case?

- Is that, like, a rule?
- No.

Well, you're wrong.

He didn't do it.

The door was locked
from the inside.

The hooker must have come
in through the fire escape.

Minute traces of
blood over here.

Rusty?

- Over here.
- What do you got, J.?

It looks like a fiber.

What planet are
they supposed to be on?

J, don't touch it.

Lee, get the spectroscope.

What the hell is that?

A spectroscope.

It's how they solve the crimes.

- We should get one.
- Why don't we get two?

Then we can solve
'em twice as fast.

It's fiber all right.

It's some sort of strange,
synthetic polymer.

Lee, speak English, please.

It's not domestic.

It was made in Bolivia.

The Santorini cartel.

Santorini?

That-That's in Greece.

What can I help you
with, Mr. Monk?

Well, this is your 100th episode.
Is that right?

Congratulations.
I understand that's a big day for you.

Thank you.
Yeah, a big one.

I've been workin' a long time for it...
my whole life actually.

And how does that work? I know that you
weren't paying Susan alimony. But, uh,

when the show started,
you were still married, right?

- Yes, I was.
- Under California law,

she would have been entitled to
half of any syndication money.

You think you've found a motive,
don't you, Mr. Monk?

Would you like me to take a lie
detector test? Would that make you happy?

Yes, it would.

Anytime, anywhere.

Oh, excuse me.

- You mind?
- Oh, no, no. Come on.

Okay.
Press that button.

Thank you.

I was at a bar, Eric.

Yeah, I had a drink... or two.
And some peanuts.

The local news has been
running this all-day long.

- What are you doing!
- Susan?

I had the lab run a voiceprint analysis.
That was definitely Susan.

We think the killer was
a deranged fan.

It makes sense to me.

Have you talked to the one
we met, Marci Maven?

No, not yet. We're still
tryin' to track her down.

I asked around.

Do you realize that if this
show goes into syndication,

Brad Terry stands
to make over $20 million?

There's your motive right there.

He did not want to
share it with his ex-wife.

Gentlemen!

Max Green,
the truth machine.

What do you got?

Well, according to this,
he's clean.

He's Mr. Clean.
Zero deception.

You see?

What more do you need?

Come on.

I think you enjoy being alone.

So, did we pass?

Yes, we did.

With flying colors.

I was up all night studying.

Mr. Monk, are you satisfied?

The machine is not infallible.

Well, neither are you.

I've been watching you, Mr. Monk.
That's what actors do.

We... soak people in.

I think I got you.
It's something like...

I don't know
what this thing is, but...

Tidiness.

Everything has to
be in complete... Don't you?

Oh, I'm sorry.

The lamp thing.
I don't know what...

That's-That's nothing...

nothing like me.
Nothing at all really.

- Hey.
- Come on.

There's a big 100th-episode
cast party tonight.

- You're coming.
- I'll be there.

Okay, good.

Sharona, you have to come,
because these parties get a little wild.

- I might need a nurse, you know?
- Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure, sure.

Do you mind?

Don't wait up, Mr. Monk.

No, no. You go ahead.

I guess it's just you and me.

Yep.

Brad Terry.

What's your name again?

Randy. Randy.

Randy, you ever
done any acting?

No.

'Cause you got a great energy.
I think you might really pop.

- Pop?
- Come to the party.

I want you to meet
the casting director. Okay?

Okay.

Cast and crew, please put
your hands together for our stars!

Let's hear it for 100 shows!

100 shows.

To be honest with you,
I didn't think we'd make it past 10.

Listen, I want to thank everybody
for-for your support this week.

Susan's murder was a...

Sorry. It was a terrible tragedy,

and-and I wanna thank everybody
for stickin' by me this week.

I really appreciate it. You guys were
there for me, and I will never forget it.

We really are a family.

Except, unlike most families,
we actually like each other.

Listen, congratulations, everybody.

Let's get drunk.

On TV, you always see one cop
in one car hot-roddin' after some suspect.

It doesn't happen like that.

Believe it or not, we're out there
trying to serve and protect.

It's a great party, huh?

Move, move, move!
You're in the picture.

- Move. Move.
- Sorry. Sorry.

You wanna dance?

Oh, well,

I'm not much of a dancer.

Hey. Hey.

There she is.
Sharona, hi.

- Hi.
- How are ya?

- You wanna dance?
- Oh, she's not much of a dancer.

Oh, that's okay.
I can teach her.

Come on
Let's dance.

That was a good line.

Greetings from your friends

Adrian, I'm so proud of you. Mom.

Brad, hi,
Brad. Hey. Brad.

Hey, Marci.
What are you doing here?

I hid in the ladies' room upstairs.

Well, good to see ya.

Brad, no. Hey, Brad.
I have to tell you something.

- It's really important.
- Yeah, maybe that can wai...

Hey, Marci. How are you?
We've been lookin' for you.

Oh. No, I've gotta talk to Brad.

No, no, Marci.
You have to talk to us.

Okay, Marci. Come on.

Keep dancing.

Comin'through.
Excuse me.

- Oh, no. I have to talk to Brad.
- This way.

Come on.

He's seducing them all,
one by one.

It's easy for him.
He's an actor.

He lies for a living.

Yeah, but you could say that
he tells the truth for a living.

There was a cast party last night.

- Everybody went.
- Except you.

How did that make you feel?

Like I was back in sixth grade.

There was this kid...
Robbie Walover.

He was a great athlete.

He was funny.
Everybody liked him.

That year, he invited everyone
to his birthday party...

except me.

Here I am,

still in the sixth grade.

Robbie Walover. Did-Did he
live over on Hillside Avenue?

- Yes.
- I knew him.

My mother was friendly
with his mother.

Were you at the party?

Yeah.

Was it great?

Adrian, you don't wanna know.

No, no.

Okay, yes.
Okay, fine.

It was...
Yes, it was, um...

It was pretty great.

Yeah, it was great.
We went to Candlestick Park.

I met Willie Mays.

- Where have you been?
- We had to parallel park.

What, for 20 minutes?

Parallel means parallel, right?
That's all I'm saying.

Whatever.
Come on.

I want you to hear something.

What is it?
You said it was big.

Monk, you're a great detective,
but nobody bats a thousand.

Marci Maven,
this is Adrian Monk.

He's working
on the case with us.

Yeah, I remember you.

Now, Marci, I want you to tell him
exactly what you've been telling us.

I did it.

I killed Brad's ex, Susan Malloy.

I did the world a favor.

She was a terrible actress.

Who was?

Susan Malloy.

The bitch... I killed.

She only made one movie. What kind
of actress only makes one movie?

Frat Party Massacre.
Did you see it?

- Uh, no.
- I did.

Like, 20 times.

And how did you do it, Marci?

It was easy.

Snuck in the glass
window in the back.

I hid. She came in.

She was, uh,
doin' an exercise tape.

She didn't even see me.

I pulled out the knife,
and she started screaming.

I started stabbing, and...

I stabbed her.

How many times?

Three or four.

Why did you do it, Marci?

I did it for Brad.

Hello?

I love him.

You know, I...

That bitch broke his heart.

She won't be hurting
him anymore. Right?

I don't know.

Sharona and I saw her a half
an hour after the murder.

There was no blood on her shirt.

She explained that.

She said she went back
to her car and changed.

What happened to the bloody clothes? Where
are they? - Monk, we have a confession.

A confession trumps
a missing blouse.

Plus, a videotape puts Brad Terry
in the front yard during the attack.

And also...
we have a confession.

And he passed
a polygraph test.

And did I mention
we have a confession?

Okay. Okay.

Okay, you win.

I'm convinced.

He's innocent.

- Yes!
- We have a verdict.

All right. As far as I'm concerned,
this case is closed.

Call the D. A. I wanna file this
first thing in the morning.

- Yes, sir.
- Monk.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Now I can take that job. I'm gonna be
a police consultant on the show.

No way. - A thousand dollars
for half a day's work.

I couldn't have
taken the gig until you...

- agreed the guy was innocent.
- I appreciate that.

And, uh, I can take
the part they offered me.

I got a line on the next episode.

Oh, my God! Hey, hey, hey.
I can bring Benjy to the set.

This is great.

A thousand dollars
for half a day's work? - Yes.

Hey. You guys can come
to my trailer if you want. - Okay.

Wait. You can consult me too.

Hey, Monk.

- Thanks.
- Hey.

Yeah.

I think I'm finally gettin'
the hang of sixth grade.

It's all one motion.
Cuffs are out,

right hand down,
cuffs are on.

It's like you're dancing.

Screw the backup.
Screw the backup. I'm goin' in.

Screw the backup. I'm goin'...

Do I sound like a real cop?

You'll never sound
like a real cop.

Don't be afraid to
push him around.

It's a bad guy. You know.

Yeah.

So, mom, are we really
gonna see Brad Terry?

Yeah.

Well, where is he?

He's in his trailer with Mr. Monk.

What can I say?
I'm really sorry.

You can stop
apologizing, Mr. Monk.

You were just doing your job.

No. No, no, no.
I wasn't thinking straight.

You reminded me of this kid
I knew in sixth grade.

Ah, it's complicated.

We all have our demons, right?

So the case is officially closed.
Marci confessed.

That's right.

See, I always knew
she was unstable. She, uh...

Come in. She's been
harassing me for years.

- Hi.
- Hey, Laurie. How are you?

- I got your water.
- Thanks.

Sierra Springs.

I drink that too.

Yeah? Here.

We get 'em for free
'cause I drink it on the show.

- Gotta love them perks.
- I love them perks.

Brad, did you get a chance
to read my script?

Yes. Oh, yeah... I'm sorry.
I was gonna call you. It was great.

Really? You liked it?

Yeah. It was the best script
I've read all year.

I loved the-the crazy uncle
and the, um, road trip.

That's excellent, yeah.

That actually happened.

Really?

Listen, if you don't mind...
and feel free to say no...

I was gonna pass it on to my agent,
see what he thinks.

Sure, yeah.
My God, that would be awesome.

Thank you so much.

First team on set.

Uh, break's over.
We need you on set.

Okay.

Well, I gotta go solve
a couple of homicides.

- You wanna watch?
- Sure.

Okay, everybody!
Places!

And... rain!

Places. Background action.

And action!

Where you goin' to,
Frankie? Huh?

You goin'to church?

Cocaine.

It's pure.

And cut!

- Save the rain.
- Okay, let's go again.

Okay! Quickly, quickly! Reset!

We're doing it again!
Everybody back to one!

They're doing it again?

Yeah. They do the same
scene over and over.

Then later on, they put
all the pieces together.

It's called editing.

Listen to Mr. Hollywood.

And action!

Where you goin' to, Frankie? Huh?

You goin' to church?

Cocaine.

It's pure.

- Cut!
- Cut!

He used a different finger.
It won't cut together.

Oh, you're right.

Uh, Brad.
Brad, listen.

Make sure you use
your right pinkie, okay?

Yeah.
Sorry.

No problem.

Excuse me.
I noticed something else.

The second time,
the lights on the van were off.

He's right.
I missed that one.

Carl.
Your lights.

And, uh, this-this...

This gentleman in the brown shirt
by the pizza place, he, uh...

The first time, both his socks
were pulled all the way up.

But the second time,
one was down.

And, uh, you, sir...

Sir? Your umbrella handle
was turned, uh, this way.

And, uh, you...
Sir, you...

You were holding your coffee cup
with your pinkie extended.

Not-Not... Not that much.
Not that much.

And her sweater...

Her sweater was buttoned up,
you know, all the way.

And, uh, she looked at
her watch like this the first time.

And he-he scratched his elbow,
and her straw was bent a little more.

Thank you, Mr. Monk.

Her zipper on her bag
was all the way up.

You're a very observant
man, Mr. Monk.

I don't think there's anything you can do
about the bird, but, on the first take...

It's okay.

It doesn't have to be perfect.

Could we take a break?

- Let's take a break.
- Break! Everybody back in 10!

Sorry. He's kind of a perfectionist.

Hey. Hey.

- Hi.
- Hey, Laurie.

Did you, uh...

Captain, do you think...

I think they need to
shove the criminal harder.

Yeah. You're right.

Yeah. That was lame.

- Have you read Laurie's script?
- No. Is it any good?

It is the worst script
I have ever read.

That figures.

- Sharona.
- What?

Brad.

He lied to that girl
about her script.

I was there.

So what?
He was being polite.

No. No, no, no, no.

He was... He was wearing
one of those pulse monitors.

His heartbeat didn't change,
not a fraction.

He's a sociopath.

That's how he beat
the polygraph test.

He did it.

He's the guy.

- He can't be the guy.
- He's the guy.

He's the guy.

How do you feel, Marci?

How do I feel?

Well, th-that's funny, because
I've talked to five psychiatrists...

and-and three psychologists
and one therapist.

And, uh, they all wanted
to know the same thing.

"How you feelin', Marci?
How you feelin', Marci?"

I heard that you got into
some trouble last night.

I smashed the TV in the rec room.
What was I supposed to do?

Crime Lab S. F. was on with that...
that new theme song which I hate.

Why do they need
a new theme song?

Marci.

I know you didn't
kill Susan Malloy.

Oh, no.
Sure I did.

No.

You couldn't kill anyone.

Why did you confess?

There's only one reason
why you would... confess.

Because you know
Brad Terry is guilty.

You love him.

You're protecting him.

But how...

do you know he's guilty?

That's the question.

How do you know...

he killed his ex-wife?

Marci.

Marci.

What really happened here?

They went outside together for a minute.
She comes back in alone.

You be Susan.

Great.
So I'm the victim again?

I think you enjoy stabbing
and shooting me.

No, I don't enjoy it,
but it's my job.

Okay, so she comes back
in to start her workout.

And you put in your
favorite exercise video.

I'm sorry. It was turned
all the way up.

Okay...

Okay.

Okay. Wait a minute.

It was turned all the way up
the day she was killed too.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Let me see that yoga tape.

- It's not here.
- It's right there.

I saw Disher take it out.

It's not here.

What, somebody steal it?

I mean, who would
steal a workout tape?

What?

I know what happened here.

You're not gonna like it.

Just hear me out.

Just keep an open mind.

He did it, didn't he?

There's a reason the coroner
couldn't find a bullet in her body.

There was no bullet to find.

At least no ordinary bullet.

You killed the hooker with a bullet
made from your own frozen blood.

Isn't that right, Senator?

Here's what happened.

All you needed was
an ounce of your blood.

You poured it into
a.38-caliber mold and froze it.

The rest was easy.

You left the fund-raiser at 7:00.

You shot the hooker.

Then you waited for
the blood bullet to dissolve.

Well, you can't prove any of this.

Oh, I think we can.

I think it's fine.
I think the gunshot could be louder.

I can do louder.

This is my favorite part...

where everybody stands around
and you sum up the case.

Yeah. Me too.
Thanks.

I wasn't talking to you.
I was talking to Mr. Monk.

Why don't you, uh, take a break.

Brad Terry, you're under arrest
for the murder of your ex-wife.

You can't be serious.

I was out on the front lawn the
whole time. Everybody saw me.

You made sure everybody saw
you by pretending to be drunk...

and staging that fight
a few days earlier.

After an incident like that, you knew
the press would follow you anywhere.

That was the whole idea.
You needed witnesses.

I was at a bar, Eric.

Yeah, I had a drink... or two.
And some peanuts.

Listen, stay off the property, please.
Leave Susan out of it.

Okay. Freeze it right there.

That proves it.
I was outside when she screamed.

Oh, yeah, she screamed,
but that scream was 15 years old.

You recognize this?

This is the first movie
your wife ever made.

It took us forever to track it down.

The movie's been out
of print for years.

What are you doing!

What are you doing!

Susan?

Marci Maven recognized the scream 'cause
she's seen the movie a hundred times.

As Special Agent
Rusty Clark would say,

"Here's what happened."

Last week, you came
in here alone after hours.

What are you doing!

No! No!

It was easy to transfer Susan's scream from
the slasher film onto the exercise video.

What are you doing!

The morning of the murder,

you smashed some
glass on the rear door

to make it look like
somebody broke in.

You hid a knife near the front door
where you could grab it quickly.

Then you replaced her exercise video
with the one you doctored,

and the stage was set.

As you planned,
the press was out front,

and you made sure they saw
Susan alive as you left the house.

You recorded
the audio low intentionally...

Because you needed her
to turn the volume all the way up.

Listen, guys,

...to the right, arms down.

What are you doing!

Susan? - The press thought
you were going in to help her,

but you were going in to kill her.

You only had a few seconds,
but it was all you needed.

Somebody call the police!
She's been stabbed!

Good work, Mr. Monk.

And he did it
without a spectroscope.

Could you stand up,
please, Mr. Terry.

You're under arrest.

It's one easy motion.

Cuffs come out,
right arm down.

Slap 'em on.

You're goin' down, clown.

Just like you're dancin'.

- How was that?
- That was perfect.

Now, don't be afraid to rough 'im up.
That's a bad guy.

Hey!

Marci.

- What are you doin' here?
- I just came by to thank you.

God, that was so crazy
of me to confess to murder.

What time is it?

- Midnight.
- Midnight.

I'd invite you in, but, uh...

I make you uncomfortable, don't I?

That's okay.

No. Listen, I'm sorry
about Brad and...

Oh, I don't even like
Brad anymore.

I'm never seeing
his show again. No way.

Which is easy to say anyway,
'cause, you know, they canceled it.

Well, okay.
Good for you. I'm happy for you.

They told me how you solved
the case and everything, Adrian.

I just think you're wonderful.

No. Not-Not really.

Yeah. Really.

I started a whole
Web site about you.

And a newsletter.

Don't do that.

Oh, you are the greatest
detective in the world.

You are the greatest
detective in the universe.

You should have
your own show!

No. No, I'm...

You should.

You have to
promise me something.

Will you promise me something?

If you ever do
get your own show,

you have to promise me...

that you will never change
the theme song.

Okay?

I promise.

That's the only thing.

You promise?

- Sure. I promise.
- You promise?

Good night.

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