All language subtitles for Monk s03e11 Mr. Monk vs. the Cobra.eng

That, of course,
is a clip from the classic

Sonny Chow film called.
Legend of the Cobra.

Got to be one of my favorites.

We're talking
with John Ricca.

He is the author of a sensational
new book about the late,

great martial arts superstar,
called Paper Cobra.

I believe you're supposed to hold
the book up when you say that.

Oh, excuse me. Sorry.
You know, John,

- this book is very controversial.
- I hope so.

And, in the book, you claim that
many of Sonny Chow's stunts,

including the ones
we were just showing you,

were actually performed
by stunt doubles.

I don't just claim it.
I prove it.

And you say that
for most of his career,

Sonny Chow was addicted
to morphine.

That's right.
That's what killed him.

Wasn't a brain hemorrhage,
like the studio said.

We've all heard these rumors, this notion
that Sonny Chow isn't actually dead.

The story goes that a Hong Kong
drug cartel put a price on his head...

Believe me, Karen,
Sonny Chow is dead.

I talked to the medical
examiner who did the

autopsy, and I've seen
the death certificate.

Well, based on the way
you talk about Sonny

Chow in this book, you
better hope he's dead.

Idiot. That's the last time
I do your show.

Hello?

My God! Who are you?
What do you want?

What do you want?

No, no, no!

No, this is impossible.
Chow, is that you?

No.

MONK Season 3 Epi. 11
Mr. Monk vs. the Cobra

Ah. - No, W-Wait,
what's wrong with that one?

The "K" went below the line.

N-no, don't throw it away!
Mr. Monk, please, I am begging you.

We've been here for three hours.
We've paid two bills.

I don't think the bank will take this.

T-they'll cash it. I... I promise.

If I'm wrong, I'll pay
your water bill myself.

But, uh, let me just start over.
I... I... It'll only take a minute.

- What are you doing, now?
- There you go.

- Don't, don't, don't, don't!
- Too late. Already sealed it.

Do you want it?

You'll have to rip open the envelope.

Good.
All right, next thing, um...

- Here you go.
- What? Wh-what's this?

Those are my expenses.
They come to $310.

Oh, I don't pay those.

Oh, Mr. Monk,
they're all business-related.

Here, look, um...

This is my gas bill,
from driving you around all day.

- Uh-huh.
- This is my cell phone bill.

All these calls are from you.

And this is from the drugstore.

I'm buying over 200 wipes a week.

Here's the thing.

I pay you exactly
what I paid Sharona.

I didn't pay her expenses.

Here's the thing.
I am not Sharona.

I'm an individual.
I'm unique.

Don't ever compare me
to anybody else.

Sharona used to say
the exact same thing.

Word for word.
Isn't that funny?

Mr. Monk, are you going
to reimburse me or not?

I would, if I could.
But I can't afford it.

Oh, look, it's the Captain.
It's probably about a job.

Aren't you gonna answer that?

No, I don't want to go over
my maximum minutes.

You've got to be
the cheapest man I've ever met.

Hello?
Yes, sir, he's right here.

Well, that sounds fascinating.

Really?

Well, I hope the crime scene
is within walking distance,

'cause I'm not drivin' him.

Get a list of tenants.
Start knockin' on doors.

Lieutenant, I thought
you had the perimeter.

Fist of the Cobra. 1975.

I've got that same poster
in my room.

Oh, look at this.

That's from
Ten Fingers of Doom.

He broke his arm
doing that stunt.

He still finished the scene, though.

- Oh, my God!
- What?

He's got a bootleg copy
of Enter the Cobra.

Can I have this?

No, you can't have it, Detective.
This is a crime scene.

Let's watch it.

Fine, I'll put it back.

Sir, I've got a theory on this.

This guy John Ricca,

he's published a book
about Sonny Chow, right?

Right. - Well, it's
a real hatchet job.

I mean, it made
the Cobra look terrible.

- "The Cobra"?
- Sonny Chow.

I mean, maybe we should
be looking for a Sonny Chow fan.

I mean, they all hated the book.

And most of them are pretty nuts.

I mean, I see them at conventions
all the time, and they are real fanatics.

Captain?

Monk, thank you for coming.
Miss Teeger.

I assume that they filled
you in downstairs.

More or less.
How did he enter the building?

He broke in through a door
on the roof around 4:00 a. m.

But get this,
when he left after the murder,

he took the elevator
down and ran out.

He didn't mind being
seen. - Uh-uh.

Was he really killed with
nunchakus? - Yeah.

Hmm, check this out.

Gold-plated.

Look at those insignias.

Sonny used a pair
just like these in Ninja Fury.

The killer left these behind?

Well, they either belong
to the killer or the victim.

I mean, he was writing
a book on all of this crap.

Captain. Here's the
videotape you wanted.

Ah, thank you.

Elevator B at 4:07.
Let's have a look.

- Can't even see his face.
- He looks like the Cobra.

And Sonny wore a uniform
just like that in Kung Fu Assassins.

Sonny Chow is dead.

- Doctor, give me the good news.
- He was clutching some hair.

He must have grabbed
it off the killer's head.

That means we have
a good shot at some DNA.

How could he grab any hair?

We just saw the tape.
The intruder was wearing a hood.

Well, it could've fallen
off during the fight.

It gets weirder.

The victim wrote you a note.

"Ow."

Why would anybody write "ow"?
Usually that's something you'd say.

Oh, my God.
Chow. He's alive.

Sir, the rumors are true.

He's been hiding out overseas,

just waiting for the right time
to make a comeback.

- Captain, he's alive.
- Nah.

Nah, there's got to be
another explanation, right?

Wipe.

Oh, you know what,
these are mine.

I paid for them.

Captain.

- Hey, got a minute?
- Sure.

What are you doin'?

Well, nothing, I was just
polishing the... the light bulbs.

What's going on?

Uh, you remember that convention
I went to in Atlanta about three years ago?

Uh...

Well, something happened there
that I didn't tell you about.

I landed, I hailed a cab,
and I recognized the cab driver.

It was Harold Burnshaw.

- Burnshaw?
- Burnshaw. He used to be a Fed.

He was a real player.

He used to head the FBI's field office
in Atlanta until the 1996 Olympic games.

- The plaza bombing?
- Exactly.

They accused the wrong guy.

Burnshaw booted it big time
on network television.

Instant career killer.
Now he's drivin' a cab.

Monk, you should've seen his face.
I'll never forget it.

Well, uh, what does this have
to do with... - Twenty years ago,

Sonny Chow froze some of his own blood
in the event that he needed surgery.

So they've got bulletproof
DNA for a comparison.

And that's a prelim on the hair
we found at the crime scene.

- It's a match.
- It's Sonny Chow's hair.

No question about it.

He's been dead for six years,
and he's my primary suspect. - Yeah.

Now, if I go public
with this and I'm wrong

I'm going to wind
up at the airport,

picking up cops
who still have jobs.

Can you help me with this?
I mean, I've got to know.

I've got to be certain:
Is this guy alive or dead?

I thought Sonny Chow
lived in Hollywood.

No, he lived in this house,
before he became famous.

Then he moved back here
when he was sick.

According to his file,
this is where he died.

Or did he?
Whoo!

No, don't, don't... don't do that.

- What's this guy's name?
- Zee Tai Wen.

They called him Master Zee.

He was Sonny Chow's mentor.

If Chow is still alive,

Master Zee would know it.

Look, Mr. Monk, can we please
talk about reimbursing me?

Not now.

Hello.

We phoned earlier.
I'm Adrian Monk.

This is Natalie Teeger.

We're helping the police with
a very important matter.

- How are you?
- I am well.

Hello.
How are you?

- Well, how are you?
- Do not be insulted.

Wee Ling has not spoken
in nine years.

A vow of silence.

He is cleansing his soul.

You should give that a shot.

We were hoping to speak
with Master Zee.

Please, come in.

The Master always has time
for a stranger in need.

Please remove your shoes.

Oh.

Oh.
Here's the thing.

I'd rather not, if that's okay?

There are no exceptions, Mr. Monk.

Even the Master's feet are bare.

I understand.
Here's the thing.

I'm a little
shy.

I never... I never go barefoot.

It's true, I've never seen his feet.

I've never seen my feet.

For all I know,
I could have 18 toes.

- He's good.
- So, you are refusing.

Not just that.
Uh,

I would like to ask all of you,
as a favor, as a personal favor,

to put your shoes back on.

If that's not too much trouble.

I am sorry, Mr. Monk,

but I must ask both of you to leave.

Where are you going? Where...
It's not that big a deal.

Just take off the shoes.

- Take 'em off.
- Okay.

Um,
have the... the rugs

been cleaned recently?
And shampooed?

I don't know.

Has the Master heard
of athlete's foot?

Because the fungus and the bacteria,

can get up in between the toes...

Oh, for Christ's sake,
just take 'em off!

Wee Ling, you have spoken.
You must begin again.

Oh, forget it.

Nine years, huh?

- Please don't look.
- You have nice feet.

You shouldn't be embarrassed.

Oh, yeah.

Students from around the world
come to study at Master Zee's feet.

His bare feet?

That is correct.

This is where Sonny Chow,
learned the art of Bow Yu Chuan.

This is where he became the Cobra.

Did you know him?

Can one man truly know another man?

Okay, but did you ever meet him?

Yes. Once, near the end.

He was very sick, could not speak.

But his spirit was strong.

He was a great man.

Well, there's... there's a rumor
that he is still alive.

Sonny Chow is alive in all of us.

Right. Right. Right.

But is... is... is he here?
Right here, right now?

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

He certainly is.

Let me... let me ask you,

are you guys reimbursed
for your business-related expenses,

Natalie... - like your laundry, and
these boards that everybody's breakin'?

Who pays for that stuff? - Natalie.

Please stay here.

I will see if Master Zee
is ready for you.

I told you I cannot afford
to pay your expenses.

Okay, then what about this?

I do your bills
with you, remember?

This is a rent receipt.

You're renting an office
downtown for $600 a month?

That's right.

Wh-when was the last time
you were there?

I... I never use it.

It's just sitting there, empty?

I could really use
that money, Mr. Monk.

- I don't wanna talk about it.
- You don't wanna talk about it.

All right, then let's do this.

We'll ask the wizard
what he thinks

and then we'll both agree
to do whatever he says.

First off, he is not a wizard.
We are not over the rainbow.

We're in the middle of
a homicide investigation.

This is a serious matter.

- I'm going to ask him.
- No, don't ask him.

I'm asking him.

- What did you do?
- Sorry.

He was a little off center.
It was not, you know, in harmony.

The Master will see you now.

A great sorrow has entered this room.

That would be me.

And there is a woman with you.

She is very beautiful.

How can you tell?

I could hear Mr. Huang's heart
beating faster.

Now that I see you,

it is obvious why.

Master Zee,

my name is Adrian Monk.

This is Natalie Teeger.

We would like to ask you
some questions about Sonny Chow.

You were his teacher?

That is true.

But I also learned from him.

A man was murdered t-two nights ago,

and there is evidence
that Sonny Chow was responsible.

Cobra is dead, Mr. Monk.

Are you sure about that?

He died in my arms six years ago.

I felt his spirit leaving his body.

If he were still alive

and you were hiding him,

that would be a very serious crime.

It would be worse than a crime.

It would be a lie.

A man who speaks only the truth

has nothing to fear.

Don't you agree?

Yes, I do.

I'm sorry.
I disappointed you.

But I am feeling something else.

Oh, my.
A troubled soul.

You are on a quest, Mr. Monk.

That's right.

You live in a very dark place.

The darkness is your fear.

Take this as a gift.

Light is your weapon, Mr. Monk.

Be the light.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Excuse me, Mr. Master man.

I am also troubled.

He is not paying me
what he promised.

- That is not true.
- Could you please talk to him?

There's no way I can
cover my expenses.

Mr. Zee, I pay her exactly
what I paid my other assistant.

Which is exactly why she had to quit.

- That's not the reason, really.
- It was a factor.

- I don't think you really understand...
- Excuse me. Miss Teeger,

this man is your employer.
He is your master.

It is your job to serve
him unquestioningly.

Mr. Monk, you should not pay her
any more money. - Okay.

She must learn that true wealth
is in the heart. Not in the bank.

- It's... it's not in the bank.
- All right.

You... you are a wise
and learned man.

As are you.

It must be a tremendous burden
to possess such wisdom.

It is a gift.
And a curse.

Exactly. - Okay, okay,
oh, my God, get a room, really.

I would. Just get it over with.

Hello?

What is it?

He's alive.
Sonny Chow is alive.

He pulled an Elvis,
faked his own death.

- He pulled an Elvis?
- Yes.

Check this out. Six years ago,
a man named Joseph Lee

disappeared from a homeless
shelter in the Presidio

one day before Sonny Chow "died."

They were the same
height and same weight.

- It could be a coincidence.
- Well, we're about to find out.

We just got a court order
to exhume the body.

They're diggin' it up now.

Lieutenant, you understand
if Sonny Chow is alive,

he's murdered at least two people.

Uh-huh. - You'd have to arrest him.

I'd get to meet him.

He might try to kill you.

You think so?

Wow, that would be so cool.
Sonny Chow.

Captain, how are you feelin'?

I'm a nervous wreck.

How'd things go
with the Zen master?

Oh, he said Sonny Chow
died in his arms. I believe him.

Good. At least the press
hasn't gotten wind of this yet.

Once they do, it's gonna be like
Christmas morning for those vultures.

- Look at that thing.
- Oh, yeah.

His fan club from
the Philippines paid for it.

Be... be careful with that.

- Tell him to be careful with that.
- What did you say?

Well, you'll wanna
be careful with that.

I've been doing this job
since I was 18 years old.

I think I know
what I'm doin', all right?

I don't come to your
station house and tell

you how to beat a
confession out of some kid.

Do I know you?

Maybe you do.

You're Chris Downey.

They let you out?

I did my time. Now I'm doing my job.
Or at least I'm trying to.

I busted this low-life
for assault and armed robbery.

Got me on the assault.
There was no robbery.

Right, we never did recover
the jewels you stole.

Allegedly stole.
Allegedly.

I love that word.

All righty.

What do you think?

I think he's in there.

For how much?

Mr. Monk, this was not
in my job description.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, I'm okay.
What a beautiful pancreas.

Okay, here we go.

- Hello.
- Oh, my God.

We're so sorry to disturb you.

Hey, you're the expert.
Is it him or not?

It's just hard to say.

Sonny had a lot more hair.
And skin.

We'll know soon enough.

It'll take two minutes to compare these
with his old dental records.

- I'm going with you.
- Me, too.

Look. I'm crazy about spleens.

Why don't you ask 'em,
maybe they'll give you one.

You can keep it
in your office downtown?

It's not my office.

What do you mean,
it's not your office?

It's Trudy's office.

Yeah, all her things are in there:

Her books and
her pictures, her files.

- I can't give it up.
- It's Trudy's office?

Sonny, is there an echo in here?

- She died nine years ago, right?
- That's right.

You've been keeping an office
downtown for nine years.

Meanwhile, I'm counting
pennies at Safeway?

Get rid of the office!

Put her stuff in storage or an attic.

I'll do it for you.

I can't. - You can't,
or you won't?

I can't, and I won't.

So, you're just gonna
have to deal with that.

- I quit my job over this!
- Ow! That hurt!

Oh, it's only a pillow.

Well, it hurt.

That came from the coffin?

That's a death pillow.

You hit me with a death pillow?

Give me a wipe.

- Here.
- Wipe!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I hit you with the death pillow.

Mr. Monk, I lost my husband.

I know what you're going through.
But I have a daughter to think about.

If you don't cover these expenses,
I can't work for you.

But it's Trudy's office.

It is official.
Sonny Chow is dead.

- So it is him.
- Yeah, it's a positive ID.

All the x-rays match.

Well, that was the opposite of fun.

So, I guess we're
back to square one.

Lieutenant, see that Mr. Chow
makes it back to the cemetery.

And tell my old pal, Chris Downey,

- to stick him back in his hole.
- Yes, sir.

Well, I guess I'm off
the hook. - Yeah.

But, what the hell's
goin' on here, Monk?

Well, somebody, somehow
got hold of a few strands

of Sonny Chow's hair
and left them at the crime scene.

Yeah, but why would anybody want to
frame a guy that's been dead for six years?

I don't know.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

Yeah, well, at least I got to have
my picture with Sonny Chow.

You took a picture?

- Yeah. Maybe I'll donate it.
- What?

There's a Sonny Chow
museum in Daly City.

Probably give me
a lifetime pass for this.

There's a museum?

Hello?

Looks like we missed the crowd.

- It says $5.
- Suggested donation.

I considered their suggestion.
I appreciate their suggestion.

- I decided to give less.
- I have a suggestion for you.

Oh, hey! I didn't hear you come in.
Welcome to Cobra's Lair.

I'm Eddie Frankel, the proprietor. You,
can ask me anything about Sonny Chow.

I've been a Cobra-head ever since I
first saw Fist of the Cobra when I was 12.

You guys big Sonny Chow fans?

- You are or you wouldn't be here.
- Well, we're not exactly.

Well, we've the second-largest collection
of his memorabilia in the country.

Oh, here's an interesting fact:
Most people think that Jackie Chan

invented the martial arts style
referred to as Wing Fu Do.

But Sonny was doing triple
roundhouse kicks as early as 1968.

Watch the opening scene of Night
of the Cobra, if you don't believe me.

We believe you.
We believe you.

Um, I'm Adrian Monk
and this is Natalie Teeger.

Oh, here. Here's a pamphlet,
tells you about upcoming events.

Got a floor plan of the museum inside.
We had a self-guided tour

but my stupid cousin borrowed my
headphones and never returned them.

Oh, hey, almost forgot,
have to stamp the back of your hand

- in case you want to come back.
- Hey, now that's not really necessary.

Oh, here, here, here,
you can stamp mine.

Okay, well, um,
most people start over here.

And they work their
way counterclockwise.

As you can see
it's all arranged chronologically,

from the birth of the Cobra

until six years ago when he faked his
own death and went underground. Here,

Oh, here, this is Sonny Chow's
actual birth certificate.

His real name was
what? Anybody?

Anybody? - Uh...

That's right! Chow Chiang Wu.

He was born here in San Francisco,
but raised in Hong Kong.

We-we're really not here
to see the museum today.

Um, we're working with the police
on a homicide investigation.

Homicide? You mean, murder?

Eddie, where were you
Tuesday night around midnight?

I was at home watching
Blood rage Two. No, Three.

Uh, I guess both.

- Were you alone?
- No.

- I was watching with my girlfriend.
- And what's her name?

- Natalie.
- Eddie.

Eddie, is anything missing
from the museum? - Like what?

Like a personal item
of Sonny Chow's, uh,

a... a piece of clothing,
or... or... or a hat.

Something that might
have had his hair on it.

No. There was
a break-in last week.

Somebody pried open the back door
but they didn't take anything.

Uh, excuse me, remember,
you're supposed to go counterclockwise?

- Is this his hairbrush?
- Oh, that's right.

Sonny used that brush while he was
filming Death and the Darkness in 1985.

I bought it from
his personal hairstylist.

So that's his actual hair in the bristles.
Could I see that? - Sure.

"Made in Croatia." - So?

Croatia's a new country.
It didn't exist until 1992.

Oh, my God. I've been rooked!
He sold me a phony hairbrush!

I don't think so.
Somebody picked this lock.

Someone broke in here,

took the real brush,
and replaced it with this one.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

I've got it.
At least, I think I do.

We got to get back to the
Fair Lawn Cemetery fast.

W-wait, wait, wait!
Did you say Fair Lawn Cemetery?

That's where Sonny Chow's
empty coffin is buried.

You see, the Hong Kong
drug cartel, they own 20%...

Eddie, Eddie.
Sonny Chow is dead.

We dug him up three
hours ago, he's dead.

- It can't be true.
- Sorry, Eddie.

Feel this one.

I don't want to feel the pillow,
Mr. Monk. It's after 5:00.

- It's soft, huh? They're all so soft.
- I'm sure they are.

But I told you, I have to have
an answer by the end of today.

Natalie. Natalie, you remember that pillow
you threw at me, the one from the coffin?

I think there was something in it.

That's why it hurt.
Here's what happened.

That gravedigger, Chris Downey,
the one that Capt. Stottlemeyer...

I don't care about
the case, Mr. Monk.

Julie is at home waiting for me.

So what's the deal?

Are you going to pay
for my expenses or not?

I'm sorry.

So that's it.
Well, I'm sorry, too, Mr. Monk.

I guess this is goodbye.
It was nice working with you.

Natalie.

I... I... I solved the case!

- Aren't you interested?
- I'm interested.

Mr. Monk?

Hello?

Listen, I'm really sorry
that I ran out like that, I...

Mr. Monk?

Mr. Monk?

Trudy.

Hello, Adrian.

- Where are we?
- We're near the Botanical Gardens.

Do you remember that Sunday
we just walked and walked and walked?

I loved that day.

That was the best day
of my life.

Darling, I think you should
put the candle out.

- It's using up all the oxygen.
- No. I don't care.

I don't know, I don't know what happened.

He mentioned something
about that gravedigger, Downey.

I left for maybe 30 minutes.
When I came back, he was gone.

So, what... what do I do?

What do you think?

Well, I...
I...

I can't do it. I... I...
I can't do it. - Adrian.

I'm not 25 anymore. We need
to talk about this sometime.

What kind of father would I be?

You know what my family was like.

Our children will be much happier
than you were, I promise.

I should have said yes.

I should have said yes.

Turn off the motor
and throw your keys out the window!

Show me your hands, Downey!
Show me your hands!

Get out of the car!
Get out of the car!

Natalie, stay back.
Stay back.

Where's Monk?
What did you do with him?

Relax, Captain.
He's still alive. For now.

Where is he? What did you do?
You'll be savin' both your lives.

You wanna find your friend.
I want somethin', too.

I want a car to the airport.

I'm already packed.

I want a jet that can fly
2,000 miles without refueling.

When I'm in the air,
I'll tell you,

A: Where I'm goin',
and B: Where you can dig up...

Yeah, "dig."
You can dig...

Oh, my God, I think
he's having a heart attack!

- Downey!
- He's got no pulse. - Downey!

Don't die on us!
Don't die on us!

Where's Monk? Downey!

Where's Monk?
Where's Monk?

We both know what's
happening here, Adrian.

You're having what Dr. Kroger
would call a psychotic break.

It's a defense mechanism.

How long do you have?

Uh, there's

50 cubic feet of air in the coffin.

35 minutes, maybe 40.

Let's talk about something else.

How did you know it
was the gravedigger?

I noticed the stamp
on the back of his hand.

At the time, I didn't
think anything about it.

But then later, I saw the exact same
stamp on Natalie's hand.

So you knew Chris Downey
had been to the museum.

That's right.
He stole Sonny Chow's hairbrush.

Because he needed Chow's DNA,
so he could frame him for murder.

- But why Sonny Chow?
- So the police would exhume his body.

It all started six years ago.

I remember the case.

Downey had stolen
$500,000 in jewels from a courier.

During the getaway,
he assaulted an off-duty cop.

He was convicted on the assault,
but they couldn't get him on the robbery.

- They never found the diamonds.
- Exactly.

He was working here
at the cemetery.

Before he went home, he must've
stopped here and hid the jewels.

Where? - In Sonny Chow's coffin.
It was perfect.

Chow was scheduled
to be buried the next day.

Downey figured he could
always come back and dig it up.

Even five or six years later.

You felt 'em in the pillowcase.

You felt 'em when Natalie
hit you in the back. - That's right.

I want that backhoe running.

Ready and running!
Keep it running!

All right, listen up!

We figure he's got about 40 minutes
of air if he's not panicking.

Figure on 15 minutes.

This is Monk.
I want the best you got.

So, we're gonna spread out
and we're gonna work the grid, all right?

We're looking for fresh dirt, tire tracks,
boot prints, anything!

- Captain...
- Go, go!

Captain, there's a problem.

The cemetery has just expanded. They
just tore down a restaurant over there.

It's all dug up.
It's like an acre-and-a-half.

Monk could be anywhere.

Captain, it's already been 20 minutes.

Even if we find him,
he'll be a basket case.

Heads up, everybody!
This way! Let's go!

So Chris Downey went
to prison for six years.

He was paroled three weeks ago.

When he came back
to dig up the jewels,

He must've had
the shock of his life.

- The monument?
- Exactly.

While he was gone,
some fan club put up a monument.

Solid granite.
Weight, 3 tons.

He realized

he couldn't

Dig the coffin up.
At least, not quietly. - Uh-huh.

Or by himself.

So he got his old job

back

at the cemetery

and then framed
Sonny Chow for murder

and got the police

to dig up the jewels

- For him.
- Congratulations, Detective.

Lot of good it does me here.

All right, darling.
Shh. It's all right.

- I can't breathe.
- It's all right.

- Adrian, Adrian.
- I can't...

- Okay, save your breath.
- ...breathe.

Save your breath.
It's all right.

Should we bring
in the cadaver dogs?

Not yet.

- The traffic light's out.
- What?

That traffic light is out.

It was working three hours ago
when I got here.

- Son of a bitch!
- What? What?

I think he cut the power line
when he was digging the hole!

- Dig along here!
- Over here! Over here!

He cut the cable, everyone!

Start there! There, there!

Dig along this line.
Find the power cable.

- You're so beautiful. I...
- Shh.

I should have taken more pictures.

Darling, don't talk.

Don't talk.

- Anything?
- I'm not sure.

Captain!

He's talking.

He's talking?

He's saying:

"I love you."

Over here! Over here!

Get that backhoe over here now!

Here! Here!

Adrian.

Adrian, listen. Listen,
they're digging.

They're coming for you. Natalie must
have come back to look for you.

That's how they knew
you were missing. - Yeah.

Adrian, listen to me.
I want you to do something for me.

I want you to close my office
and pay her what she needs.

I can't... I can't close it.

It's just four walls and a door.
It means nothing. - No.

- Adrian, you have to go now.
- No, no.

- Adrian, you have to go.
- Oh, no.

You have to go.

- No.
- I love you.

I love you.

He's breathing.
Get him some oxygen.

Call Dr. Charles Kroger.
Tell him to meet us at the hospital.

He's smiling.

I've never seen him look happier.

Well, I guess that's it.

Oh, sir, sir, sir.

- The thumb tacks?
- Yeah, we're takin' everything.

Okay?

Let's go.

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