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(POLICE SIREN)

What do I do?

What do I do?

Give me that horn.

Give me horn.

Who the hell are you?

Chase McDonald, LAPD Homicide.

Who are you?

Jack Lawson, DEA, the man in charge.

Oh really?

Well, I got two LAPD officers in there.

I taking charge.

This is DEA operation.

Your officers were assisting one of my men on a bust.

(GUN SHOTS)

You're doing a bang up job so far.

Oh damn, I got my suit dirty.

You realize how much this costs?

I do, I got two of them.

Nobody takes my stash, man.

Anybody tries to follow, you'll be picking this guy up

in pieces off the highway, man.

Walk now, man.

Get in there.

Don't move.

Get out.

Hey!

Pull that thing over.

I said I ain't going back to jail, man.

I said I ain't going back.

Pull it over!

You ain't never going to get me, man!

Hey Lawson, where'd you learn to drive?

Me?

Where did you learn how to drive?

I ain't going back never!

Pull it over!

Why don't you stand back and watch this?

Hey, you blocked me in!

Wait til' I get out of this car.

Freeze!

Let's see the hands.

Out of the car!

That's my bust!

Out of the car.

Who in the hell do you think you are?

I already told you.

Chase McDonald.

Better luck next time.

Let's go.

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HOSPITAL INTERCOM: Paging Dr. Bender.

(PHONE RINGING)

Paging Dr. Bender, please.

Yeah.

So how you feeling August?

Well, all things considering, I've been better.

I've heard it painful getting shot in the--

Hey, hey I was shot in the hip, Chase.

OK? In the hip.

Right, right.

The hip.

Whatever you say, partner.

Hey, listen partner, I want you to be

careful out there you hear?

You get yourself into a jam, you're not going to have

me around to bail you out.

You know me, August.

I'm always careful.

Yeah, right.

- What! - What, what?

I don't believe this.

Someone's in my parking spot.

I got to call you back.

Your parking space.

CAPTAIN JENSEN: We've all heard of Bobby Cole.

Because of Cole's activities our schools are

literally flooded with drugs.

Elementary school kids are selling

drugs to their class mates.

We think that Cole is responsible for 27

murders in the last two years.

But the DEA has discovered a crack in his organization.

They want the LAPD to help him blow it wide open.

This is Agent Jack Lawson of the DEA.

He's going to be heading up this operation.

First off, I'd like to thank the LAPD for helping

out the DEA on this endeavor.

Now, that's my Porsche.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the operation.

I just like looking at it.

Now, we believe Bobby Cole has a major stash of cocaine

stored in this warehouse.

Now, the plan is to have me and another agent

enter and station ourself at this bank of windows.

I'll survey the scene from up above

and give SWAT the order to come in through this door

and make the bust.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yes Detective McDonald?

Well, excuse me.

I was just wondering, so you and the other agent

won't take part in the actual bust?

We'll survey the scene.

And I'll give the order to go in and make the bust.

Oh.

You have a better idea, Detective?

Well, now that you ask, may I?

Hey, thanks.

I like these things.

Well, in my opinion it's silly to leave

two men up here on the roof.

I mean a bust like this requires every available man.

My suggestion is that after you give the order,

you drop down from the roof here so that SWAT has a diversion

that they can work with.

Unless of course you're afraid of a little action.

CAPTAIN JENSEN: I like it.

And since you have such a good grasp of the operation,

you can go in with him.

But Captain.

No buts.

Remember, we're working together on this operation.

OK everybody, that's it.

McDonald, you better suit up.

Right, Captain.

You know, my old Porsche is blue.

Thanks, Captain.

Any time.

(GRUNTS)

(POLICE SIREN)

- I can see him. - What are you doing?

I'm going in first.

What do you mean, you're going in first?

Captain said we should work together.

Here, hold the window.

CHASE: Who's the guy on the computer?

JACK: Hey, that looks like The Monk.

CHASE: The Monk?

JACK: Cole's accountant.

What a bonus.

(PHONE RINGING) In

Talk to us.

OK, Mr. Cole, I'll ask him.

Mr. Cole wants to know how much longer.

Four, maybe five hours.

What's all that stuff?

It's a rope.

A rope?

How else we going to get down?

Oh, right.

You bring a rope for me?

Sorry.

Sure.

OK, Mr. Cole.

You got two hours.

There's no way I--

(EXASPERATED GASP)

Go, go, go, go, go go.

(GUN SHOTS)

Come on, move, move move.

(GUN SHOTS)

Chase!

Chase!

Help me out here, man.

(GUN SHOTS)

(YELLING)

(GUN SHOTS)

Come on you little wimp, get going.

(GUN SHOTS)

Back or I'll pop.

I'll have this pen pusher signing his own name in blood.

Drop the weapon.

If I'm not walking out of here, I'll kill him!

Ow!

(GUN SHOTS)

So you're The Monk?

Well, Mr. Monk you're going to give me Bobby Cole.

Let's go.

Hey, hey, hey.

Oh, you didn't catch him?

He got away.

Hey, you know that's my bust.

Hey, you get your drugs.

There were no drugs in that warehouse.

Aw, gee, well, I guess that means I have jurisdiction.

Have a nice day.

Hey, hold up, man.

Let's talk about this.

OK.

We're ready to go.

We?

I figured with August out, you might need

some help cracking this guy.

I mean, we're talking about nabbing Bobby Cole.

Let's do it.

CAPTAIN JENSEN: Let's do it.

I told the officer all I know.

I work freelance.

Someone brings me receipts, billings.

I do the work, I get paid, I go home.

Are you kidding me, Monk?

You're going to sit there tell me you've

never heard of Bobby Cole?

Right.

Your former partner, Freddie, you ever hear of him?

But before you answer, let me refresh your memory, all right?

You were there the night he was shot and killed.

We know you saw Bobby Cole pull the trigger.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Cole's man almost killed you at the warehouse.

Bobby Cole knows you're here.

He thinks you're talking.

We let you, go Cole's going to make sure you're dead.

I told you, I don't know these people.

OK?

OK.

But we're going to hold you here for a while anyway.

We're going to give you some time to mull over your.

Situation.

Maybe you'll come to understand that we are

your best hope in this life.

Not bad, Captain.

Thank you.

Shut up and listen.

I will take care of the monk.

It is Douglas that concerns me.

Actually, I feel bad for him.

He must be suffering for his failures.

Ah!

Douglas takes his failures to heart.

He will try desperately to redeem himself.

This concerns me as we both know what he's capable of.

Yes.

Yes, let's find our friend Douglas.

Find him quickly before he acts.

Tell him, tell him he is forgiven.

Then send them to a better place.

Never touch me, unless I touch you first.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Yes.

The ladies.

Oh wow.

Ladies, I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

Now where were we?

Oh yes, let me write you a check for those poor,

suffering children you've spoken so eloquently about.

Please have a seat, Ingrid will bring out some refreshments

and I'll grab my checkbook.

(GUN

COCKS) Ssh.

Don't talk.

Just listen.

You tell Mr. Cole to call off his henchmen, Freddy.

I'll take care of The Monk myself.

Tell Mr. Cole not to worry.

I always finish what I start.

Yeah, Captain?

Yeah, come on in.

The FBI's heard about our little kidnapping.

Special Agent Shoenrock is flying in

to take custody of our account.

What?

They can't do that.

Oh really?

We're thinking IRS going after Cole for tax fraud.

Tax fraud?

I mean, what's that going to get him?

Five out in two.

I mean, Captain, Monk is an eyewitness.

He saw Cole kill his partner.

That's murder one.

Life without parole. - I know.

I know.

Shoenrock's coming in with muscle.

Well, Captain can't you stall him?

I mean, let me see if I can break Monk.

Get his testimony on videotape.

I'll see what I can do.

But we gotta come up with something fast.

Chase, the Detective's just finished

their search of The Monk's apartment over in Park LaBrea.

Tell me they found something I could use to break The Monk.

Dream on.

The man lives like his name.

He's an accountant, he didn't even have a computer in there.

The most interesting thing he's got

is the set of bowling balls.

Bowling balls?

He's on a league or something.

All right, did you call New Jersey?

Yeah.

The nursing home and the Sheriff.

They've got two deputies on The Monk's mother 24 hours

a day until we give them the word.

Never been married, no siblings, his mother's

under protective custody.

At least there's no one on the outside that Cole can threaten.

Yeah.

See Ya.

Thanks, Annie.

Yeah!

(GUN SHOTS)

(SCREAMING)

(GUN SHOTS)

Do you really expect me to believe

you're going to take Bobby Cole down on a murder one?

That's what we are trying to do Shoenrock.

And your prosecutors, they're going to go

right for the jugular, huh?

Just like they did with O.J.

We have an eyewitness.

What you've got here is a terrified little accountant

who's going to get up there on that stand

and fall apart the minute he looks out and sees Bobby Cole

sitting at the defense table.

No, gentlemen.

Now, the simple fact of the matter

is, we'll take Bobby Cole down on tax fraud.

Just like Al Capone.

Boring but effective.

Agent Shoenrock, I've got one shot here of taking Bobby Cole

off the street forever and I will be damned if I'm

going to let that slip away.

Come on, we all know how effective L.A.

Jurisprudence is.

Bobby Cole is a player in this town

and that means he can get to the jurors.

Besides, he's probably already got half your city

government on his payroll.

Just relax guys.

Let us take care of business.

So if they'll be nothing else, I'm ready to take The Monk

into custody, Captain Jensen.

For the moment, The Monk is my prisoner.

And I'm going to hold him until I

get something in writing from an administrator of the FBI.

You are making a big mistake here, Captain.

No, I don't think so.

I think we're going to get a video statement out

of The Monk that's going to put Bobby

Cole right where we want him.

Locals.

It looks like Bobby Cole is sending messages.

The Monk's bowling team, they've just been massacred.

Lawson, what are you doing here?

It's a homicide investigation.

These murders are possibly drug related.

Therefore, I am within my jurisdiction to investigate.

You want to hear what I've got?

Do I have a choice?

The manager got a good look at the shooter.

It was Bobby's man.

Oh, you mean the guy you let get away at the warehouse.

Fits the description.

So all these guys knew Monk?

Yeah.

Manager said the shooter came down out of the pen setting

machine, stood there right in the middle of the alley

and just mowed everybody down.

Said they were in the same bowling team for 10 years.

Call themselves The Bottom Line Bowlers.

What are you doing?

Got a bullet.

If our guy used the same assault rifle

as he did at the warehouse, we got a match.

That doesn't make any sense.

If he wanted to take him out he could just shot them all right

out in the parking lot.

Unless Bobby Cole told him to make a statement.

Or unless the guy is a loose cannon looking for revenge.

Loose cannon.

Takes one to know one. - Hi, guys.

- Hey Annie. - What's happening?

What are you doing here?

Annie called me up.

These are the bullets from the warehouse

where you nabbed The Monk.

These are from the bowling alley and these others,

Samantha pulled from the victims.

Please tell me we got a match.

Dead, bang, match.

Well we've got descriptions, we've got bullets,

we've got motive guys.

What we don't have is the shooter tied to Bobby Cole.

But we do have the shooter tied to The Monk.

Not good enough, Chase.

Well, why don't we put a little pressure on Bobby Cole?

No, we're not going to get anywhere leaning on Cole.

Our one opening is The Monk, Chase.

And right now Shoenrock is on the horn to his boss in DC

trying to take custody.

Monk's all we got, Chase.

Let's get him back into the interrogation room.

If you need anything I can be here in half an hour,

no matter what time of night.

You know where to reach me.

Actually, I don't.

Maybe you give me your home number?

Nice try, Detective.

Smooth, Chase, very smooth.

Earl, Hopkins Ted Cole, Joel Shapiro.

Those names ring a bell, Monk?

Yeah, I bowl with them.

Past tense.

You bowled with them.

Bobby Cole had one of these guys blow them away.

Their wives are widows, now.

The children have no fathers, Monk.

Because of Cole, we've got kids

blowing each other away on the streets because of drugs.

And you did this man's books.

You kept his operation running.

You probably go home and night, sleep like a baby, don't you?

Thinking those numbers are just numbers.

Well, they're not.

You made a lot of that happen.

You kept the money train rolling, Monk.

You made it all possible.

Bobby Cole killed your partner,

right in front of your face.

Because he wanted you for life.

Earl, Ted, and Joel's were they your best friends, Monk?

Were they your only friends?

Please, leave me alone.

CHASE: You know where you're going next?

You're going to the Feds.

They're going to pull all those numbers out of your head,

they're going to put them together with the IRS,

and then they're going to go after Cole for tax fraud.

Of course, you'll be in the witness protection program

but problem is, tax fraud and Bobby's going to be walking

around in a couple of years.

And you know who the first person

is he's going to come and see?

Bobby's a smart man, Monk.

Smart enough to find you wherever you are.

You have the power to put Cole away for life.

With him gone, the organization falls apart.

Nobody comes hunting for you.

I don't know anyone named Bobby Cole.

Thought accountants had brains.

He's terrified.

But in my experience, these guys have

always got buttons to push.

All right, so how do we find these buttons?

You look at their life.

But this guy's numbers.

Maybe words don't mean anything for him.

But down inside, someone's alive.

That's the guy we got to connect to.

Maybe we give him a slice of hell

and then feed him a little taste of heaven.

You might have something there, Captain.

And I think I know just the way we can do that.

Good.

Where do you come up with these interrogation techniques?

"Dragnet".

Where else?

Every moment he's inside, increases the danger.

MAN IN SHADOWS: I'm doing all I can, Mr. Cole.

Obviously you're not doing enough.

I told you I want him moved.

I want him moved, now.

MAN IN SHADOWS: It takes special orders.

Phone calls, clearances, all of that takes time.

What the hell do you think I am paying you for?

The Monk can take me down.

I go down, everybody goes down with me.

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

MAN IN SHADOWS: Yes, sir.

I do.

Good.

CHASE: Here's your bowling team.

Oh.

Shot four times.

Killing bullet entered the left eye.

Ouch, that had to hurt.

This is Ted.

Shot in the neck.

Severed the carotid artery.

Jules, wasn't quite as lucky as the rest.

Apparently he lived long enough to see his blood drain

down the gutter in lane 10.

SAMANTHA: Hey, guys.

Sorry I'm late.

Soup was up.

So, this is the man who's going to bring down Bobby Cole, huh?

Samantha, meet The Monk.

Pleasure.

You know, I haven't met any real heroes out there.

In fact, I don't think I've ever met one, face to face.

You know, maybe you and I could get together sometime

and talk about you brought down Bobby Cole.

Well, Samantha, he hasn't quite decided yet.

Well, he'll come through.

I can feel that in a man.

I'm going to go change into my work clothes,

I'll be right back.

Seen enough?

Samantha, she's not married, huh?

Nope.

Still looking for the right guy.

(GUN COCKS)

JACK: Woah!

Hey!

Lawson?

What are you doing here?

Came to to help you catch Bobby Cole.

Really?

What makes you think I need your help?

Because I know things about Bobby Cole you don't.

Like what?

April 8th, 1995.

Four DEA agents raid one of Bobby Cole's warehouses

off a tip.

We go in, the lights go out.

Next thing I know, machine guns are

flashing all over the place.

There were no drugs in that warehouse.

We was sent in there to get blown away.

I was one of the lucky ones.

I made it out alive.

So you see it isn't about jurisdiction

or who you can jump the furthest.

It goes deeper than that.

I need to help you catch Bobby Cole.

Duck!

(GUN SHOTS)

(YELLING)

(GUN SHOTS)

Freeze!

No!

(SCREAMS)

So what do you say, Chase?

Let's work together on this.

Let's go back to the station.

We can talk about there.

THE MONK: I want out of the country, Maybe the Bahamas.

CHASE: Sure Monk, the Bahamas.

THE MONK: I want Money a numbered account

count in one of their banks.

Of course.

THE MONK: A new name, a new life.

The whole package set up before I go on tape

or I don't see another word.

You got it all, Monk.

One more thing, my mom, she's in a rest

home in Toms River, New Jersey.

I want her put under the protection

program, moved, and the next 10 years paid off in cash.

Well, now Monk, you're starting to mess

with the federal deficit.

Bobby Cole will find her and kill her, just to spite me.

Don't worry, Monk.

Your Mom's is going to be taking care of.

Thank you.

I sign the contract with the government

and I tell you everything you want to know about the murder.

Then, you should ask me about what Bobby's really doing.

What Bobby's really doing?

After the contracts.

Just get me to the Bahamas.

If you throw in Samantha, I'll give you

names that will blow your mind.

Hey, I got to meet this Samantha.

I don't think she'd like you.

Let's go talk to the Captain.

McDonald!

Hey Captain.

Your Heaven Hell strategy worked perfectly.

Monk's ready to spill his guts.

Oh, great.

Because we're going to be playing

backup harmony on this anyway.

That was Shoenrock on the phone.

They're faxing over the transit documents.

Aw, Captain.

The Monk's not going to talk until his deal's on paper.

I know but we have to play along with these guys.

Look, I don't like this any more than you do, Chase.

But we don't have any choice here.

We're supposed to deliver The Monk to a location that will

be made known to us in transit.

It's safer that way.

I hope you've got an armored truck because it's pretty

obvious we're being watched.

Lawson's right.

I mean Cole's people are everywhere.

Remember that armor plated limousine

that we've got as back up for the Secret Service

when the president's in town?

It's going to be waiting downstairs in an hour.

That stupid thing looks ridiculous.

I got some black and whites running interference.

I want the two of you in the limousine with The Monk.

Captain, if they want him so bad why didn't

they just come and get him?

Shoenrock says he short of manpower.

Get out of here.

Get this taken care of.

But Samantha doesn't work with the Fed's.

That's right, just with us.

Oh.

Maybe I just want to talk to you.

Well, maybe you ought to tell the Fed's that.

Maybe I will.

All right, everyone ready?

Let's hit it.

Fed's.

What's the matter with Fed's?

All right, I'll see you there.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Does she always dress like that?

Who?

Samantha.

Oh, Samantha.

Well, no, actually she was wearing little more than usual.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

I think it's your lunch break.

Uh- huh.

Take all small children by the hair.

Enjoy the ride!

CHASE: Yeah, when is Shoenrock going to call?

So we just keep driving around until he does.

So much for federal efficiency, huh?

All right, I'll call you back.

Hey, Lay off the Fed's, man.

Why are we stopping?

Old man's crossing the street.

POLICE OFFICER: Move it!

Get out of the way!

We got company on the left side.

Driver, get us the hell out of here!

This is McDonald.

We have major problems here.

We're being chased by some maniac in a bus.

We're heading south on Figueroa.

Come on!

Come on!

Go, go, go!

Driver's out of commission.

Yellow worm!

I got you, Monk!

Hey, Lawson, you're not going to believe this.

What?

Douglas is driving the bus.

Douglas?

Oh, God.

Can't you drive this thing any faster?

This ain't exactly my Porsche, Chase.

BUS PASSENGER: You all right?

Hey, Lawson you do realize you're going the wrong way,

don't you?

Yeah, yeah, it's all a part of my master plan.

Like you have a master plan.

No, I realize we're going the wrong way.

You couldn't do what?

You know there's people on that bus?

All right, all right.

They're setting up a blockade

Oh my God.

It's been real, Chase.

DOUGLAS: Wah- hoo!

Monk, you all right?

No.

Man.

Here, watch him.

Get some officers to help those people out of the bus.

Where are you going?

Going after Douglas.

Not without me!

(GUN SHOTS)

(SCREAMING)

I guess he won't be testifying against Cole.

He won't be stealing any more buses either.

FBI, guys.

My witness now.

Let's go, Monk.

Hey, Shoenrock, what are you doing?

I'm taking the witness, McDonald.

I don't know who the hell I can trust out here.

Bobby's got people everywhere.

We're coming with you.

I've got jurisdiction, now.

Whoa, whoa Hey, hey hey.

How come we never got a call with the destination?

I was calling when they hit, McDonald.

Damn Fed's.

Something fishy going on here.

Hey, where are you going?

You're a Fed.

Anyone you can call in your department

that can do a background check on Shoenrock?

I'll call my boss.

Hey, boss is there any way you could do a background check

a FBI Agent named Shoenrock?

All right.

What he say?

Said he'll get back to me on that.

Whoa, you see that?

I wouldn't call that transporting.

Something's wrong here, hit the lights

This guy's trying to lose us.

Whoa!

He almost hit that car.

This guy's driving like a maniac.

Whoa!

I knew there was something fishy about this guy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

What the hell are you doing following me?

- Where's The Monk? - Dead.

His neck had broken.

What the hell is going on here, Shoenrock?

He got hysterical.

Saying he wanted to stay with you guys.

What the hell did you say to him about the Fed's.

He didn't say nothing about the Fed's.

You guys just don't get this do you?

You keep thinking that Bobby Cole is just

some kind of little street punk, drug dealer

with big time connections.

You are a local cop, McDonald.

And this Bobby Cole thing isn't just about L.A., not anymore.

This is business.

The Monk?

He's just a pawn.

Just like Bobby Cole is a pawn.

And in this operation, we're going to checkmate the King.

I'm in Bobby Cole's camp.

Deep undercover for the FBI.

I need to stay there.

You're on Bobby's payroll.

He's a player you moron.

We've been after him for a long time.

So the fact here, is The Monk's death was an accident.

Do I make myself clear?

How convenient.

So what happens next?

Now, I disappear back inside the FBI.

And resume the status quo.

Not so fast, Shoenrock.

Chase.

That was my boss.

You're not going to like it.

He said to release him.

He's untouchable.

Gentlemen.

I do apologize.

Your annual benefit is something I look very much forward to.

Oh well, thank you so much for understanding.

But please be aware that one of my people

will be coming by to give you a small token

of my appreciation of the work that your foundation is doing.

Oh no, no, no, no, no.

We, the citizens of Los Angeles, thank you.

OK.

Buh- bye.

Ah, you look good baby.

You look real good.

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