All language subtitles for Monk s03e16 Mr. Monk and the Kid.eng

Hey, Jamie. Jamie,
what did I say?

Not so high.
You're gonna break your neck.

And you know who they're gonna blame?
They're gonna blame me.

- What?
- Hungry.

You can't be hungry. You just ate.

Where's the other one?
The, uh, the... the little guy?

Hey, have you seen Tommy?

No.

Tommy.

Tommy!

Tommy!

All units be advised...
We have a missing child.

Two years old, male, Caucasian.

Last seen at Edgewater Park wearing
a red polo shirt and blue pants.

His name is Tommy Grazer.

Stand by. I think we got him.

Hi, big guy.

Everybody's lookin' for you.

What've you got there?

What have you got there, big guy?

Oh my God.
Where did you get this?

MONK Season 3 Epi. 16
Mr. Monk and the Kid

- Is there any word from the hospitals?
- Not yet, we're still checking.

All right. We need to talk to anybody
who was in the park or near the park.

- We're going to lock it down.
- Sir, it's three and a half acres.

Lock it down and keep it locked down.

If there's a body here
we're gonna find it if it takes all night.

Hey, Monk, Natalie,
thanks for comin'.

Hey, we just got your call.
I didn't quite understand it.

- You found a body?
- Uh, not quite.

But there's a two-year-old boy
named Tommy Grazer...

Uh, not two years, twenty-two months.
Not quite two.

Whatever. Anyway, um, he was, um,
separated from his mother...

His, uh, guardian.
She's not actually his mother.

She, uh, runs a foster home.

For the record.

For the record, stand over there.

Anyway, he was in the playground,
and he disappeared for like ten minutes...

Uh, 14 minutes.

When we found him the little guy
had a severed human finger.

- A finger?
- A pinkie.

It was still bleeding, freshly severed.

- Probably about four hours ago.
- Yeah, about four hours ago.

I just said that, Randy.

Just a finger?

Yeah. So far.

Now, we're not telling the press anything.

All we're telling them
is that somebody found a body part.

We're not giving them any details.

Where did he find it?

The boy's not talking.

Maybe he hates cops.

Maybe he's two years old.

Tommy?

This is Adrian Monk and Natalie Teeger.

And this is Mrs. Novak,
the boy's legal guardian.

Hey, you can't keep us here.
We haven't done anything.

Mrs. Novak, I promise you we'll get you
out of here just as soon as we can.

Hi. Hi, sweetie.
My name is Natalie.

Give me five.

Yeah. Hey, this is my friend.
His name is Mr. Monk.

- He's gonna talk to you for
a minute, okay? - Monk.

He's a very nice man.

- You're pretty good with kids.
- Oh. It's sort of my job.

Hello, my... my name is Adrian Monk.

- Monk.
- That's right.

I'm working with the police department.

Technically,
I'm here as a consultant.

Do you understand consultant?

Mr. Monk, he's not gonna get that.

Um, an advisor,
sort of an adjunct.

Monk, I don't know what an adjunct is.

Monk. Monk.

Look, I'd...I'd like to
take him for a little walk,

see where he goes.
Maybe he'll retrace his steps.

- Is that okay?
- Yeah.

Okay. Um, would you like to go for a walk?

Oh.

Monk.

Monk. Monk.

He won't stop saying "Monk".

Where did you find that finger?

Was it over there?

Was it over here?

- This way.
- This way? - Yeah.

Are you sure?

Looks like Monk finally found a friend.

Her name was Trudy,
and she was 34 years old.

We never found the killer.

We had a lead in New York last year,

but so far it's pretty much a dead end.

Ooh. Careful.

Oh. No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Tommy, don't...
don't put that in your mouth. No.

See? That is nature.

See. We never put that in our mouth.
Nature is dirty. See?

Nature dirty. Nature dirty.

Here, look. Here.

Okay. Now look,
I'm gonna give you,

I'm gonna give you an extra wipe,
you keep it in your pocket for later.

You-You'll need that later. Here.

Put it... Put it right in your pocket
and keep it for later.

Okay. Let's go.

- Nature dirty.
- That's what I'm saying.

And he wouldn't let go.
Did you see him?

Yes, Monk. We saw him.
We were there.

I mean, every time
I tried to say goodbye

he-he just hugged me tighter,

even tighter.
He had the most perfect little hands.

Did you notice his... his perfect hands?

- Yes, Mr. Monk. He liked you.
- You think so?

Yes. He kept on saying
your name over and over, didn't he?

- "Monk, Monk, Monk."
- Yeah, he did.

- Are you ready?
- Yeah.

Yes, sir.

It is a left pinkie belonging to
a male Caucasian about 25 years old.

So far there's no match on the fingerprint.

The digit was severed earlier today.
We figure about 8:00 a. m.,

with some kind of gardening instrument,
like pruning shears.

They cut up a whole body
with pruning shears?

No. Maybe they just cut off the fingers.

That way, when they dumped the body later,
there'd be no prints.

There's a callus.

That's true. We think
he might have played guitar.

No. Not guitar.

It's at the wrong angle.

He played the violin.

There's some residue.

It's sticky, like sap.

Tree sap, lumberjack.

A missing nine-fingered lumberjack.

- Who plays the violin.
- Should I put a list together?

Absolutely.
Make sure you don't run out of paper.

- Right.
- It's not tree sap.

We already ran it.
The main component is abietic acid.

Abietic acid?
That's violin rosin.

I think that's pretty expensive rosin.
It's for professionals.

So professional,
or at least very serious violinist...

- Yeah.
- 25 years of age, who is missing.

You wanna speak with my son?

Yes. Ma'am,
we've been talking to musicians

all day and we understand that Daniel
plays violin for the Bay City Quintet.

Yes, that's right.
In his spare time.

According to your son's employer,
he called in sick this morning.

He got home very late last night,
and he was tired.

Is he home, Mrs. Carlyle?

- Mother?
- Daniel.

Is something wrong?

These people are with the police.

They want to talk with you.

Can you ask them to come back?
I'm rehearsing right now.

Daniel Carlyle?

That's right.

Could I see your other hand?

I have a concert tonight,
if you don't mind.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Carlyle.

Have a nice day, ma'am.

Oh, that was number eight.
He was the last one on our list.

- I wonder if the Captain's doing any
better? - No. I'm sure he would've called.

Maybe I should talk to that boy again.

You mean Tommy?
He's two years old.

- He won't be able to tell you anything.
- I don't know. He found the finger.

Maybe if I spend some
more time with him.

You miss him, don't you?

We're going bye-bye now.
Here we go.

I-It wasn't my fault.
The kid walked away for ten minutes.

- I mean, it could happen to anybody.
- It's not my decision, Janet.

When an incident like this happens
we always remove the child

until the agency
can review the situation.

The kid found a pinkie.
It's no big deal.

It might be an indication you
and Raymond are overtaxed here.

I mean, you already have
four foster children.

Yeah. But we're doing
the very best we can, Mrs. Crane.

I know you are, Janet.

Why don't you call my office in the morning,
and we'll see where we stand. Okay?

Say good-bye. Here we go.

May I help you?

Hi, I'm Natalie Teeger.
This is Adrian Monk.

And we're working with
the police on the investigation.

- About the severed...
- Yeah. Right, Mrs...

Crane, Theresa Crane.
I'm Tommy's case worker.

Monk.

I see you two have met before.

- What happens to him now?
- It's a tough one.

I've been trying to place him
with a family in Livingston.

It'd be a perfect match,
but they can't take him for two weeks.

I'll take him.

What? What are you going to do?
Adopt him?

I'll take him.
I'll take him.

Monk.

Uh, this is the last form.
Just sign here.

It doesn't have to be perfect.

- Maybe it does.
- Thank you.

Normally I would prefer
a longer waiting period.

But because you and Tommy
have already bonded

and it's just a temporary placement,
I decided to go with my instincts.

There we go.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Now, before I go,
do you have any questions for me?

Yes. Yes, I have a couple of questions.

What does he eat?

He eats food.

He eats whatever you eat,
only smaller portions.

So he's like a person?

Exactly.

And when he wakes up...

Yes?

What do I do?

You... You take care of him.
You play with him.

You love him.

How? How?
How do I love him?

Mr. Monk, you don't
need me to tell you that.

You're off to a great start with Tommy.

He likes you already, a lot.

You can always call your friend, Natalie.
I think she's great. Oh.

I'll check in tomorrow
and see how you're doin'.

Wait. One sec, wait a minute.

Wait. You're... You're leaving?
You're leaving now? Wait. Right now?

You'll be fine.
Just trust yourself.

Bye, Tommy. Have fun.

Well, thank you.
Thanks. Thanks again.

No, no, Tommy, don't cry.

I promise I'm going to do the best I can.

It's okay.
Don't cry. Don't cry.

Everything is okay.

Ah.

Where'd he go?
Where'd that kid go?

- Yes, nice and neat.
- Nice neat.

Nice and neat.

911 emergency.

You've got to help me.

Uh, look, I've just taken in
a two-year-old boy.

My, uh, assistant isn't home
and I can't... I can't reach her.

Oh. Oh, God. Oh.

Sir, what is the nature of your emergency?

It's everywhere.
BM. It's BM.

BM. BM. It's BM.

Sir, you have to stop saying BM now. Do
you mean your child is soiling his diaper?

Yes. Yes, he's soiling his...
his diaper with, you know, with BM.

You mean you've never changed a diaper?

- Hurry.
- Okay, listen carefully.

There should be
two Velcro straps on the sides.

- Find the two straps.
- Okay, I've got the straps.

Now rip 'em open.

Oh! Oh, oh, oh! Oh!
Oh, my God.

Oh, the humanity.

Okay, sir? All right,
do you have any wipes?

Yes, I've got about 2,000.

- That should be fine.
- It's not going to be enough!

Sir, you're gonna have to
wipe your son's bottom.

Sir, is the boy all right?

He's fine. That was me.

Wait a minute.

Oh, my God.
He's making more.

I-Is it number one or number two?

It's one and two and... and,

oh, my God.
It's... It's three.

It's number three.

Sir, I'm afraid you're on your own.
This line is for emergencies only.

That's right, children.
That was the piano.

And that instrument was the violin.

Now let's listen to the
piano and the violin.

- Are you sure he's okay?
- Oh, yeah. He's fine.

Mr. Monk, why is he wearing a snow suit?

It was... Felt a little chilly. That's all.

There was a little nip in the air.

Oh, my gosh, he's sweating.
There we go.

- He is?
- There you go.

Okay. That's better, huh?

So what are we doing here?

Do you remember the guy
we met the other day, Daniel Carlyle?

Well, that wasn't the real Daniel Carlyle.

That guy wasn't a violinist at all.

- He wasn't?
- Mmm-mmm.

I remembered something.

He said that we interrupted
his rehearsal, remember?

Hmm.

But the violin bow in his hand was loose,

so he couldn't have been playing.

Plus I went to the library this morning
and I found this. Look.

Bay City Quintet.

That's the group that
Daniel Carlyle plays with.

And he said that he had
a concert that night.

But there's nothing on the schedule.

The bow was loose?

I think we met his brother.

But why would they be lying?

I don't know. Maybe...

Maybe the real Daniel Carlyle is dead.

And the mother and brother killed him.

No, I can't believe that.

Wouldn't be the first time.

- Maybe we should call Stottlemeyer.
- Yeah, I will as soon as I'm sure.

Oh, my God.
What is this?

- Why is he wearing a helmet?
- It's to protect his head.

That must be so uncomfortable.

Oh, he'll get used to it.
I used to wear one all the time.

Your parents made you wear a helmet?

No.

There they are.
There they are.

Here we go.

It's been 20 minutes.
What do you think they're doing?

I don't know.

They're waiting for somebody.

Here you go.

- How's everything here?
- Perfect, thank you.

But can we get some
more napkins, please?

Mr. Monk,
can I ask you something?

Why did you take Tommy in?

I... I... I... Well, he needed me,
and I... I... I... I thought,

I thought someday, you know,

I thought somehow,
maybe he would...

Love you?

Oh, my gosh, look.

He's separating his food.

Me separating food.

Mr. Monk, look, look, look, look.

Natalie, I know what's going on.

I had it all wrong.

They didn't kill Daniel.
Daniel's not dead.

He's been kidnapped.

How did you know?

We followed you.

We saw you at the pay phone,

and then we saw you go to the bank
and make a withdrawal.

- You must be Daniel's brother?
- Jacob.

Mrs. Carlyle, when did they
kidnap your son?

Wednesday.

Feels like a year ago.

They cut off his finger to prove
that they had him and, uh,

when we went to retrieve it

at the park it was all roped off,
and there were police everywhere.

Yes, a young boy found his finger
before you got there.

That's what led us to you.

You found us from his finger?

- What are their demands?
- $500,000.

And they said that if we went to the police

they would kill Daniel.

That's why we couldn't tell you the truth.

I'm sorry,
I... I just can't stop shaking.

Huh, I can't... I'm sorry.

Mr. Monk?
You have to promise me one thing.

You won't tell the police.

If you do they'll kill him.

I don't know if I can promise you that.

Do you have children?

Yes, I have a son.

Well, then you know how I feel.

Wouldn't you do anything for him?

Wouldn't you die for him?

Yes, I would.

Hello?

We have the money.
I understand.

30 minutes?

Yes, my son Jacob will bring it.

He'll be alone.

Is Danny all right? Is he hurt?

Could I just speak to him for one...

Please, I just...

They want you to, uh,
go to the YMCA on Vinton Street,

and you'll find locker 42 there,
and inside there'll be a note.

I can't do it.

I'm... I'm gonna mess it up.
I'm sorry. I can't do it.

It's all right.

- I'll do it.
- Mrs. Carlyle, you can't go.

They're expecting a man.

She's right.

We'll have to find a man.

Or...

or I could do it.

Sorry.

- Carlyle, have you got the money?
- Yes.

Listen carefully.
Take the money from the duffel bag

put it in the trash bag,
then get undressed. - Excuse me?

There's a bathrobe. Put it on
and go up to the roof.

You'll see a man on the next rooftop.

Throw him the bag.
Do you understand?

H-H-Hold on.
Did you say get undressed?

Well, we have to be sure
you're not wearing a tracking device.

Okay, here's the thing,
what if I promise you

I am not wearing a tracking device?
What if I give you my word?

You think this is funny?

Do it, or your kid brother
loses another finger.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

Here's the thing.

Uh, here... here...
here's the thing.

Uh, I'm just, uh,
I'm... I'm not comfortable here.

Uh, I'm not...

Even... Even in high school I...
I couldn't change in the locker room.

I... I got an incomplete
almost every semester.

I... I... I almost didn't graduate.

Vice Principal Bradley
had to call my mother at one point.

What are you talking about?
Are you trying to screw with us?

Oh, no, no.

Then get up on the roof in
a bathrobe with the money,

or Daniel's dead.

- Hey, how you doin'?
- Hi.

- The rowing machine's broken again.
- Uh-oh.

They don't fix anything around here.
They don't clean anything.

I mean, what do we pay our dues for?

- Am I right?
- Right. Right.

Yeah. My membership's up next week.

If they don't get their act
together, I'm not renewin'.

I'll go to that new place up the street.

- How about you?
- I don't know. I...

Could you...
Could you do me a favor and go away?

- What?
- Just for three minutes?

Really, it's a matter of life and death.

Yeah, right.

- Ah. Oh.
- Oh, I'll get it, I'll get it.

Oh, there you go.

Thank you.
Yeah. Hello? Hello?

Mr. Monk? Is Mom there?

Julie, Julie, listen,
I... I... I took her phone.

I... I had a couple of errands to run.

- Is Tommy okay?
- He's fine.

- He's... He's fine?
- Don't freak out, okay?

I spilt a little grape juice on the rug.

Listen very carefully.

There are some cleaning
supplies in the hall closet.

They're arranged alphabetically,
then by height, then by date of purchase.

Find the rug cleaner,
then find a scouring pad,

then find some distilled water,
Julie. Distilled water.

Hold on a second.
There's another call.

I'm waiting.
Where the hell are you?

Some grape juice spilled.

Well, you got three minutes,
or Daniel's dead.

Julie, I'll call you back.

- Hello?
- Mr. Monk?

Everything is okay.
The stain is almost out.

Thanks, Julie.
I... I appreciate that.

Mr. Monk, you should see Tommy.
He's so cute.

He's cleaning the stain all by himself.

I can tell, when he grows up,
he's gonna be just like you.

- Just like me?
- I'll see you when you get home.

Hey.
Hey! Carlyle.

Behind you. Hey!

Hey!

I'm throwing you the money, okay?

Okay?

Oh, yeah!

Hey! Hey, what the hell are you doin'?

All right, so what, you... you... you threw
the ransom money to the wrong man?

That's right.

- Does that happen a lot?
- Oh yeah, more than you'd think.

Really?

No, okay? Okay, no.

It's... It's unprecedented.

All right, so... so,
what... what happens now?

Mrs. Carlyle gave me permission
to call the Captain in.

He recovered the ransom money.

The kidnappers called back
two hours later, thank God,

And they're gonna set up another drop.

A-A-Adrian, what...
what happened on that roof?

A mistake like that,
that's not like you.

I was distracted.
Natalie's daughter called.

She was babysitting Tommy.

- Wh-What... What did she say?
- I don't remember.

Oh. I think you do.

All right.

She spilled some juice,
and Tommy was helping to clean it up.

It's funny. She said
that Tommy was just like me.

And that...
And that upset you?

No. No, I was flattered.

Actually, I've been thinking
about calling the case worker

and making it permanent.

Well, that's a... That's
a pretty big commitment, Adrian.

I mean, that's probably
the biggest commitment there is.

Well, I figure he could do a lot worse
for a father than me.

Am I right?

- Absolutely.
- For example,

what if he were adopted by

uh, well, you know,

wolves?

Wolves would probably eat him alive.

- Which is something I would never do.
- Right. No, of course not.

Adrian, I know you don't
want to hear this.

I'm not giving him up.

I'm proud of you for taking Tommy.
I'm glad you did it. But...

in your heart of hearts,
I think you know

- you're not ready for this.
- I'm not giving him up.

- Hello?
- Julie?

Mom? Mr. Monk?
You have to see this. Come here.

Hey.

So what? What?

So he's just like me.

I... I think that's...
I... I... I think that's...

I think that's okay.

I'm tired of apologizing for him.
I'm... I'm...

What, because he... he... he cares about
putting things away and... and how he looks?

That's a good thing. - But Mr. Monk,
he's not even two years old.

Well, then he's in the vanguard, isn't he?

He's a new breed.
He's a new breed.

Oh, my God.
What if it's true?

Mr. Monk,
what... what did Dr. Kroger say?

Dr. Kroger?

Dr. Kroger is not perfect.

Dr. Kroger makes mistakes all the time.

Last year, he told me to start dating.

Dating.

Okay, you know what, just stop... Honey,
we've got to go. It's a school night.

You know what? Wait. I... I...
I... Mr. Monk, I've just got

to say something, and I hope
you don't think I'm out of line.

But I'm a single parent,
and I can tell you it's hard.

I mean, it's wonderful...

It's just I hope you think about
what you're doing.

Mmmuah. See you tomorrow.

Just think about it.

Book. Book.

- You want me to read you a story?
- Yeah.

Okay, here we go. Okay.

Okay, what do we have here?

Which one shall we read?

This one?
Okay. Here we go.

The Princess and the Pea.

"Once upon a time,
in a magical kingdom...

What? What is that?

Tommy, what... what is that?

- Lipstick.
- Lipstick.

Where did you...
Did you...

You got that from Natalie's purse?

You took that out of Natalie's purse?

Um, no.

Capt. Stottlemeyer, please.

What? Could you...

Could you have him call Adrian Monk
as soon as possible?

Tell him it's very important.

Yes.

Tell him I think I know
who kidnapped Daniel Carlyle.

Thank you.

Okay. Shall we read another story?

- Um, yeah.
- Okay, here we go.

"Once upon a time
in a kingdom called San Francisco,"

"there lived a brave little prince."

"And his name was Tommy Grazer."

"Tommy lived with
a wicked king and queen."

"The queen was very greedy."

"She loved gold,
and she wanted more and more."

"The queen had a plan."

"She would find a young fiddler
from a wealthy family"

"and kidnap him and hold him for ransom.

"They locked the fiddler in a dungeon."

"The fiddler's family was very sad."

"They would do anything to get him back."

"The wicked king and queen
needed to prove that they were serious,"

"so they chopped off the fiddler's finger"

"and planned to leave it in the park."

"But Prince Tommy was very brave
and very smart..."

"He liked to reach into ladies' purses."

"He reached into the queen's purse
and he grabbed the finger."

That's where you found it, isn't it?

Yeah.

"Then Tommy made a new friend
named Mr. Monk."

"Mr. Monk remembered something that
the wicked queen said:"

"The kid found a pinkie.
It's no big deal."

"How did she know
the missing finger was a pinkie?"

"The police never
released that information."

And then, the most wonderful
and surprising thing of all happened.

Mr. Monk discovered
that he loved that little prince.

But he also realized
that the little prince could never live

happily ever after
if he stayed at Mr. Monk's house,

because Mr. Monk can
barely take care of himself.

And so, they're gonna
have to say good-bye.

The end.

Surveillance says there are four kids
in the back, watching TV.

Where's Mom and Dad?

In the kitchen havin' a drink.

Hit it.

Police. On the floor.
Hands behind your head.

Entry team, move out.

We're clear.

Hold back.

Hey.

Move in.

Dan.

Here.

See?

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.
Wait. Hey, wait.

I got you. I got you.

Hey.

Yeah.

Hello.

- Hi.
- Hi.

This is the couple I told you about.
This is Hank and Lisa Murphy.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Let him get dirty.
Kids should get dirty.

We will.

Okay.

Okay, then.
Goodbye.

Okay.

I want kisses, too.

He's so cute.
He's so cute.

He's so cute.

Bye.

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