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How are you today?

Do you see anything you like?

Is Dennis here?
He usually takes care of me.

Oh, no, I'm afraid Dennis quit.

He quit?

Yeah, apparently he had one regular
customer that was driving him crazy.

Now, we're gonna be up
all night wondering who that was.

Can I help you?

Dennis quit.

Yes, we're looking for
another shirt just like this.

- You want the same shirt?
- Identical, yeah.

Same collar, same pattern,
16 inch neck, 33 inch sleeve.

Okay, but you already have
one of those.

So, maybe it's time to try
a little variety, because...

Or maybe not.
Okay.

Yeah, there you go.

16 inch collar, 33 inch sleeve.

No, this one's inspected by number 6.
I'm not a big fan of number 6.

Do you have any that are
inspected by number 8?

You're kidding, right?

You're not kidding.
Okay.

The customer's always right.

At least until today.

Number 5.

Number 2.

Okay, here you go.

Inspected by number 8.

- Is there really a difference?
- Are you kidding?

Look at this.

Look, she's an artist.

I have known her for years.

You know, every shirt, every stitch,
every button is perfect.

There's a tear.
There's a tear.

- Where, where, where?
- There's a tear, right there.

Ah, look at this, the sleeve
is all wrong. It's completely crooked.

- Well, maybe she had a bad day.
- No, that's not possible.

I know inspector number 8.

She never lets anything
get past her.

Mr. Monk, are you okay?

Something's wrong.

Something is very wrong
with inspector number 8.

Dennis.

Dennis.

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Mrs. Hammond, I need to
hear this again. Please.

You came home

and you found your husband on
the floor about an hour ago. / Yes.

- And he'd been stabbed?
- Yes.

I'm sorry.

- It's not funny.
- Sorry.

Inspector number 8
is very important to me

because no matter how
bad things go,

I knew I could always count on her.

Mr. Monk, you understand you're talking
about someone you have never even met.

Who works in a factory
somewhere who inspects shirts.

She's my soulmate.

You don't even know if
it's a man or a woman.

I love her.

I think she's in trouble.

Okay, maybe she's retired.
Maybe there's a new number 8.

It's not possible.
She would never retire.

She loves her work.
Look at this shirt.

Now, inspector number 5,
I can see him retiring,

because he stopped caring
years ago.

- Monk.
- What?

They're about to take
the body away.

- You wanna come have a look?
- I'll be right there.

I've only got 5 shirts left.

What... what if I spill something?
What if one rips?

- ...endangered species.
- He's obsessing over shirts.

- Put your shirts in the dryer.
- Yeah.

Close the door.

See if they mate.

- Hey, Monk.
- What?

- What do you think?
- About what?

Well, the dead guy in the kitchen.

Sorry. I was thinking
about something else.

He's worried about the woman
who inspects his shirts.

I've been to 3 different stores.

Captain, the stitching,
it's..it was all wrong.

The collars are crooked.

Okay, captain, just please
fill us in.

Okay, they're both
classical musicians.

- They got married about 6 months ago.
- It's just not like her.

The wife was down at
the rehearsal studio practicing her cello.

She comes home 3:30,

she finds her husband dead
on the kitchen floor.

Room temperature,
stabbed 3 times.

She's lying.

She wasn't practicing.

You can't play the cello
wearing a long skirt like that.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna find inspector 8.
I'm gonna track her down.

Shirt factory's in Rockaway.
That's two hours from here.

- I think he's right.
- Yeah, take her downtown.

Hey, Monk.
Thank you.

For what?

- You solved the case.
- Oh, yeah, sure.

If she is in trouble,
maybe I can help her.

That's number 4.
He's a hack.

He makes inspector number 10
look like inspector number 6.

Hi. 6.

There she is.

There she is.
That's her.

That's number 8.

- Well, are you gonna ask her out?
- No, I'm just...

I'm nervous.

Okay, go on.
Go on.

Excuse me.
Number 8?

I'm Adrian Monk.
This is my friend Natalie Teeger.

Adrian Monk?
The same?

Oh, you saved it.

That's the only fan letter
I ever wrote.

I am Maria Ortiz.

Maria.
It's an honor and a pleasure.

It's so nice when you can put a face
with the little tag in the pocket.

Uh oh, are you approving this?

This has a little stain there.

I knew it.

I knew it.
You are upset about something.

Maria, Mr. Monk has been
really worried about you.

It's not me.
It's my son Pablo.

Oh, I remember this case.
The model, Cleo Vans.

The papers are wrong.
Everyone is wrong.

Pablo is a good boy.
He's innocent.

Oh, I know it's hard.

You might feel better if you
focused on your work.

You know, and started
inspecting these shirts again.

Here's the thing, Maria.

- I've only got 5 shirts left.
- Mr. Monk, Mr. Monk,

you can help her.
Yes.

Maria, Mr. Monk is a detective.

He's a great detective.
He's famous.

And you came here
to help my boy?

Um, well,

no, actually my, ah...

my first priority really is
to get you to focus again.

You know, because
the shirts, Maria...

Mr. Monk, I have been praying
for such a one as you to help me.

Pablo is innocent.

When you talk to him,
you will see.

Whoa, whoa, when I talk
to him?

No. I... I never agreed.

Oh my gosh, oh, Maria.
I'm so sorry, sweety.

Stop it.

How did this happen?

How do you talk me into these things?

Because it's the right thing to do.

Have you read this?

Look, there are witnesses.
There's DNA evidence.

Natalie, he did it.
There's no doubt about it.

Well, it doesn't hurt to meet him.

If I go back to Maria
and tell her that her son is guilty,

she'll completely fall apart
which will be worse

- because I'm down to 5 shirts.
- Shh.

Mr. Monk.

- Ms. Teeger?
- Yes.

I talked to my mother.
She told me you were coming.

How do you know my mother?

From her work at the factory.
I'm a big fan.

A fan?

Pablo, your mother asked
that we look into your case.

We'd like to hear your side.

I did not kill Cleo Vans.
That is my side.

I never met her.
I never see her.

There was a fashion show
at Amic Hotel.

I was a deliver boy.

I deliver some clothes there,
then I go home.

And the next day, I'm arrested.

Eso es una pesadilla.

It is a nightmare.

Pablo, your DNA was
all over the victim.

Your blood, your hair.

How do you explain that?

I don't know.

It's a mistake.

A misunderstanding?

Clea Vance had a roommate
who testified

that Cleo was afraid of you.

She said that you were
stalking her.

Look.

It says right here.

Pablo Ortiz was obsessed with her.

You see that?
Right there.

I see it.

You're lying, Pablo.
It doesn't say that.

You can't read English,
can you?

No, sir.

I was raised in Mexico
with my father.

I have been here 3 years only
and I can speak English

but I cannot read.

What is it?

- It's the emergency exit. / Yeah?

- "DO NOT OPEN. ALARM WILL SOUND." -
Well, the killer didn't use it.

According to this floor plan,

he would've had to go all
the way around back through the kitchen.

It was crowded, it was risky.

Somebody could've seen him.

Yeah, but he wouldn't use it.
The alarm would sound.

Exactly.

Whoever killed this woman
read that sign.

And Pablo can't read.

Do you think he's innocent?

You do, don't you?

The dead model, right?

I remember this case.
I did the work on this one myself.

Is there any new evidence?

No, Monk met the killer's mother.

- She's a shirt inspector.
- She swears he's innocent.

Oh, I know.
That's the hardest part of the job.

The mothers crying and pleading.

- That's one thing I'm not gonna miss.
- Where are you going?

Didn't you hear?
I'm retiring.

There's a party for me on Friday
if you wanna come.

Cool, absolutely, I'm there.

You're retiring?
How old are you? / 46.

- Did you win the lottery?
- No, I've been investing. Real esate.

What have you been doing
with your savings?

Uh, eating.

You know, I need to talk
to my accountant.

- What, you have an accountant?
- Nope.

Gonna have to get an accountant,
then I'm gonna talk to him.

There's something wrong
with this picture.

What? / I don't know.

Something...

- So, these are her shoes?
- That's right.

Yeah, you see this blood?

And this hair and these fibers.
They all belonged to Pablo Ortiz.

It's a slam dunk.

Yeah, I don't see any wiggle room here.

We got it right, man.
People lie.

People lie all the time,
but DNA?

- It never lies.
- I'm thinking...

I'm thinking maybe he's not the guy.

You see, there's this exit door.

- Look, I heard about the exit door.
- Right there.

Look, Monk, I'd follow you anywhere,

but I've got 4 cases on my plate
right now.

But you have fun.
Knock yourself out.

Thank you, Gordo.

See you at the party.

Here's the statement from
that Natasia Zorel.

She was the victim's roommate.
Let's start with her.

Did you just say you were
gonna go and talk to Natasia Zorel?

The supermodel.

Is that her?

You know, actually, I've got
the rest of the day off.

I should probably go with
you guys.

You know, I think I'll come
along too. In the interest of ...

Justice?

Yeah, justice.

They look so unhappy.

How can they be that attractive
and be so sad?

Well, maybe it's because
we're never really sure

if people like us for ourselves.

No, what's this?
No, no, no.

That's not what I asked for.
Look.

The collar has to flare like this.
Do you see?

Julian, they just painted that.

She's an animal.
She's in heat. Good.

You.
What do you think?

I like it.

You like it?

What's that supposed to mean?

Say you love it or say you hate it.

Anything in between is pointless.

Wet one, wet one, wet one.

Come on.
Thank you.

You, blue shirt.

- Are you here to audition?
- Me?

No. / You may want consider it.

I like your attitude.

Hello.

If you're gonna rob me,
you should bring a gun.

Pardon me?

The blouse.

It's a knock-off of one of my designs.

Oh, it is?
I didn't know.

Of course, that's not the real crime.

- The real crime is how you look in it.
- Julian.

We booked Iman the day
after the show.

And the girls are here. You said
you wanted some fresh faces.

- Good, good.
- He did it.

Natalie, he's not even
a suspect. / Damn.

No, turn around.

Not this time.
Next time. Ah.

Yes, yes, you're perfect.

- What's your name?
- Sarah.

Sarah.

Heaven must be missing
one of its angels.

Excuse me.
Sorry.

What?

Well, it's nothing.
It's just..

One of those eyebrows aren't
gonna look so good.

Which one?

Well, the left one's higher
than the right one.

This eyebrow is a little
bit lower than that one.

Maybe next time, Sarah.
Yeah.

Thanks for coming in.

- Who are you?
- I'm Adrian Monk.

I'm with the San Francisco Police.

Yeah, we're here looking for
Natasia Zorel.

Well, she's working.

Oh, and do me a favor.

Don't arrest her until after
the show.

She hasn't done anything.

We're actually here looking
into the murder of Cleo Vans.

Why?
Isn't that old news?

I thought the killer was
in jail somewhere.

I mean, don't you people
read the newspapers?

Did you know her?

I know every model in California
and every wannabe.

Cleo was a should-not-have-been.

You know, she showed up wasted
to my last show.

Almost ruined me.

Now let that be a lesson
to you girls.

She ruined my last show
and two hours later,

the delivery boy killed her.
And I kid you not.

We'd still like to talk
to Natasia.

She's at the beach.

We're shooting our new catalogue.

Listen, I've gotta be there
very soon.

So you can follow me
if you'd like.

All right, girls, good.

All right, I'll meet you there.
I gotta go pick up Julie.

And change.

Okay, that's it.
That's what I need.

Keep it going.
Sell it.

Sell it.
There we go, again.

Good, sell it.
Sell it.

Sweetie.

Stay right here, okay?
I'll be back.

What are you doing?

What?

I'm standing.

This is how I stand.

What are you wearing?

Clothes.
This is how I dress.

- This is how I stand.
- This is how I dress.

Excuse me, would you
put that out? It's bothering me.

But you're smoking.

My smoke isn't bothering me.

Thank you.

All right. She'll talk to you.
But make it quick.

I'm not paying her 1000 dollars
an hour just to chat.

Thank you.
Can you give us a minute?

Sure.
All right, everybody, take 10.

Let's get her in the other
dress, please. / Sweetheart.

You look ravishing.

These gentlemen are from
the police department.

They want to talk to you
about Cleo Vans.

- Why?
- We're not sure.

- Probably just tilting at windmills.
- Windmills?

It's a literary reference.
From a book.

Um, I guess we can talk
while I change.

Meet me over there?

Only one of you.

Okay.

Guess the only fair way
is alphabetically.

Adrian. / No, last names.

So, A is no..

B, no. C, no.
D, Disher, that's...

Monk, you go.
It's your case.

Disher comes before Monk.
It's the first last name.

What are you, in mourning
for your life?

You were Cleo's roommate?

- Yeah, and best friend.
- I see.

I see.

I see.

Whoa, whoa.

It's okay.
I'm not shy.

You have..

You have something on
your shoulder.

Oh, it's a mole.
It's my trademark.

Yeah, did you know Pablo Ortiz?

I didn't know him.

Except that Cleo was terrified of him.

- He was stalking her.
- Yes.

There's no evidence of that.

No phonecalls.
No other moles.

I mean witnesses.
No other witnesses.

Are you saying I made it all up?

Um... / Why would I do that?

I don't know.

Look, I saw what I saw.

He brought her flowers.
He hit on her.

I already testified about all this
a year ago.

I read your statement.

Then read it again.

What are you doing?

If you put one on this side,

you know, you'd be perfect.

Your career would..

Do you have any more questions?

No. / Good.

Cuz I gotta get back to work.

- Hey.
- Hi, there.

How'd it go?

She's hot.

She's mildly irritated.

Give her a minute, she'll calm down.

All right, great.
You're beautiful.

Hi. / Sweetie.

Mom, I got bored.

Please, can I stay?
I won't say anything.

Beautiful, great.

Great, awesome.

Mom, that man's looking at me.

- What's he doing?
- I don't know.

Mr. Hodge. / Sshh.

Who is she?
Who are you?

This is my daughter, Julie.
This is Mr. Hodge.

- Let me see you walk.
- Why?

Because lightning may be striking.
Your life may be changing.

Now, just walk over there.

Come on.

That's it.
Good.

Turn around.

Hold your head up, smile.
Come back.

Good.

I want you to model for me.

You can be in the show
on Thursday night.

You know, you could be
a big star.

Great and wonderful things.

- Oh, my god.
- No, she's 13 years old.

I've had models younger than that.

13, she's practically middle aged.

Thank you, I don't think so.

Anyway, it's not up to you.

This is between Julie and
her biological mother.

I am her biological mother.

Oh.

Mom. / No.

Sweetie, come on.
It's gonna get cold.

Are you wearing makeup?
I do not allow until you're 18.

Mom, when I'm 18,
it'll be too late.

I really wanna do this.

You know, a lot of these girls
have serious problems, okay?

Drugs and eating disorders.

It's just one show.

And if you're right and
I hate it, I'll quit.

But at least I'll try it.

You always told me to
try new things.

Just forget modeling,
you should be a lawyer.

Is that a yes?

I'm gonna be with you
the whole time.

Wow, modeling for Julian Hodge.

Isn't he wonderful?

It's not exactly the word
I would've used.

Julian.

Hi.

You surprised?

Not after today.

Thought you might be
freaking out.

Do they know anything?

I don't think so.

You're not smoking.

No, no.

You know, cigarettes,
they tend to leave a nasty odor.

I wouldn't want them to know
I was here. / Who?

The police.

Oh, I didn't tell them anything.

But you will.

Eventually.

But... / Sshh.

It's not your fault, my darling.

You're just too pretty.

And beauty like yours,
a face like this..

Sshh.

You just wouldn't be able
to take the pressure.

How does it look, Gordo?

It looks suicide.
Smells like suicide.

My money's on suicide.

She drained two of those
bottles and maybe 30 sleeping pills.

- Were those prescription?
- Probably not.

We'll check with her doctor.
Make a note.

I'll remember.

Where's your notebook?

I didn't bring it.

It's an Italian suit.
It was ruining the lines.

Don't worry.
I got it.

Am I in your way?

She probably got depressed
after you spoke to her.

All those memories about
the murder bubbling up.

I don't think so. There's one set of
fingerprints on the glass.

Yeah, they're hers.

But look, she's wearing lipstick.

There's no lipstick on the glass.

Somebody wiped down the glass

and then put it back in her hand.

Okay.

This is now a homicide investigation.

Lock this joint down.
Nobody touches anything.

Fabio, go and borrow a notebook,

and borrow a pencil and start
talking to neighbors.

Captain, what do you think
it means?

It means that your boss
scared somebody.

Rest in peace.

Ladies and gentlemen,
rehearsal's up in 10 minutes.

Please take your places.
Final touches.

She looks beautiful, doesn't she?

Too beautiful.

Sometimes I wish she had
big old fat hairy wart right here.

No, maybe in here.

Everyone, could you just come
around here for a moment, please?

Thank you.

Yes, put that down.
That's okay.

Do that later.
Thank you.

I just want to say a few quick words.

This has been a terrible
day for us today.

Because as you know, last night
we lost a dear dear friend.

And I know all of you here,
everyone,

how much we loved Natasia.

Except of course, when she was
driving us nuts.

I can feel her here.

I can feel her spirit, her soul.
Can you feel that?

And I know she's going to be
with us tomorrow night at the show.

So, let's not let her down.

Good.

This one's for you, baby.

Great.
Thank you.

Cut, cut!

Cut, cut, cut.
Cut, cut, cut.

Juie, Julie.

Julie, have you forgot something?

What? / Have you forgot that when
it comes to my art, I'm a total monster?

I mean, just look at yourself.
Look, you're a mess.

I mean, look here.
Look at this.

Look at the collar.
Look, it's all twisted.

And all these wrinkles
on the dress.

- I mean, look, sweetheart.
- Natalie.

- Do you have the case file?
- What?

The case file.
Give it to me.

I knew something was wrong.
Look.

Look at this.
Her body, it's all contorted.

The collar, and her buttons
are perfectly straight.

After he killed her, he straightened
them out.

He couldn't help himself.

- He's the guy.
- Who's the guy?

Julie.
We have to go right now.

Why? / I can't tell you now.
Not here.

- But, mom.
- Do not argue with me.

Get your stuff now.

Hey. What..?

What's going on?

She's taking Julie home.

Why on earth would she do that?

Because I told her that you killed
Cleo Vans a year ago.

And I'm betting that you killed
Natasia Zorel last night.

Who else would have straightenend
the clothes on Cleo Vans's body?

Oh, and why would I do
something like that?

- I would have.
- Is that it?

Straightened out the clothes?

I mean, that's not evidence.
That's a hunch.

That's all it is so far.

You trust your instincts, don't you?

Oh, yes.

And would it be the same
infallible instincts

that you used when
picked out that jacket?

Or when you did those buttons
right up to the top on your shirt.

What about the evidence, Mr. Monk?
What about...

Well, you've heard of DNA, right?

I mean, does that ring a bell here?

- DNA, yes.
- The fibers, the hair, and the blood,

they all belong to that boy, Pablo Ortiz,
who's in jail.

It couldn't have been me.

Just not possible.

You're right.

It's not possible.

But you did it.

Gordo.

- Thanks for getting here so fast.
- Sure, what's going on?

Get a load of this.

Okay, there was a fashion show
upstairs in the ball room.

I remember, last year.

And one of the models as you know
showed up drunk.

- Cleo Vans.
- Exactly.

So drunk, according to Julian Hodge,
that she almost ruined his show.

He was furious.
I think he followed her down here.

They argued, he lost control.

And he killed her.
He beat her to death right here.

Julian Hodge?
What about the evidence?

He planted it.
He framed Pablo Ortiz.

Is that possible?

How can he plant all that evidence and
clean up every trace of himself?

Actually, he didn't.
He missed something.

Check this out. / See there was
a health inspection the day before.

They hung that fly taper
in the corner.

- How did we miss it?
- We just found it this morning.

Behind that radiator. It must've
fallen back there during the fight.

And look, there's 3 or 4
hair stuck to it.

And it can't be from Cleo Vans
because she had long hair.

They must belong to Julian Hodge,
the real killer.

This is the proof we need.

- How soon can you do a test on those?
- I'll get right on it.

- Good work.
- Thanks.

Honey, I think they're done.

Oh, maybe a little overdone.

Julie.

Honey?

I don't have a John Carlo, okay?

How many times do I have
tell you?

You're not on this list.
All right?

Good night.
Thank you.

Good night.

Hello.
I'm on the list.

- Name.
- Puff Daddy.

Plus one.
This is my girl..friend.

Hi. / Puff Daddy, the rapper?

Oh, no, not that Puff Daddy.

This happens to me all the time,
doesn't it?

All the time. / Yeah.

Let me explain.

Where to begin...
All right, there are 2 Puff Daddy's.

Why don't you change your name?

Why doesn't he change his name,
is what I'm saying.

Cuz I'm older than him.
I had it first.

One time, a lawyer told me
I could sue if I..

My daughter's in there.
I'm going in.

- We gotta in there.
- Hey!

Have you seen my daughter?

Have you seen my daughter Julie?
She's 13, long blonde hair.

Beautiful.

Eligible Julie.
Good, she looks very good.

Julie.

Natalie, don't eat the food. I just saw
one of the models back there throwing up.

- Julie.
- You can't go up there.

That's not my design.
Make an announcement.

You just can't run away
from me like that.

- You scared me to death!
- Mom. Come on, mom.

We need to talk about it.
All right?

- I thought we were partners.
- Get off.

Mommy, you're embarrassing me.

You said I couldn't do this and
you don't even tell me why. Which I can't partner you.

Well, I have my reasons, all right?

There are grown up things
happening here.

There are dangerous things.

You have to trust me, honey.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, too.

You're so grounded.

Listen.

Let's make sure that the critics
get lots to drink.

Well, look, here's to our next show
in Milan.

And chin chin, all the best.

And congratulations.
Well done.

You look stunning in that dress.

Fabulous.

It was a great show.

Except that one little incident.
It was ridiculous.

Oh, look what the cat dragged in.

You know, you nearly ruined my show.

You nearly ruined my daughter.

Mr. Hodge, hello.

Oh, hello.

- Great party.
- Thank you.

Here's somebody here I'd really
love for you to meet.

Oh, there he is.

- Oh. Come on.
- What, now?

- Oh, yes.
- Can't it wait?

No, no, no.
He's very important.

Julian Hodge.
I'd like you to meet Howard Gordon.

Howard is one of our
forensic experts.

Oh, how do you do?

He's been examining some evidence
that we just uncovered in the Cleo Vans case.

- What, new evidence?
- That's right.

4 strands of human hair
found at the scene of the crime.

For the record, Gordo,
is this your report?

For the record, yes, it is.

And you examined these hair samples
that we found earlier today.

I did.

And were you able to match
these hairs to any individual?

- Yes, sir.
- And for the record,

who did these hair belong to?

Pablo Ortiz.

Ortiz, isn't that the boy
that's already in jail for the murder?

Well, I think, gentlemen,
we're finished here.

Don't mind if I get back
to my party..

Hang on.

Hang on.

Gordo, I'm sorry, but you're
under arrest.

Accessory to murder and
falsifying evidence.

What? / Here's what I
couldn't figure out.

If you were guilty, how could
all the evidence point somewhere else?

There could be only one
possible answer.

There was something wrong
with the evidence.

We did some digging, Gordo.

You did make a lot of money
this year, but it wasn't in real estate.

Here's what happened.

When you did the forensic work
on Cleo Vans's murder,

you realized all the evidence
pointed to Julian Hodge.

You decided to cash in.

You made Hodge an offer
he was in no position to refuse.

For a price, you'd bury the evidence
against him.

There was only one problem.

You had to close the case.
You needed a fall guy.

Hodge remembered a young
delivery boy named Pablo Ortiz,

a poor kid, barely spoke any English.

He was a perfect patsy.

Hodge got Natasia to help him.

She called the police and
accused Ortiz of stalking her roommate.

The police arrested Pablo.

They took hair and blood
samples and sent them to you.

And the rest was easy.

All you had to do was relabel them.

Pablo never had a chance.

- You can't prove any of this.
- We don't have to.

You proved it for us 5 minutes ago

when you swore that these hair
samples belonged to Pablo Oriz.

So you planted that hair
to test him.

Well, yeah.

- Whose hair was it?
- It was mine.

Natalie pulled it out with a tweezer.
She just yanked it out.

- What was I supposed to do?
- Could've cut them like I told you.

- We needed the follicles.
- No, we didn't need the follicles

because we knew he wasn't
going to test anything.

That was the whole point.
You're embarrassing me.

If you had listened once in a while.

- I am listening.
- Hey, there!

I forgot what we were doing.

Oh, yeah, we're arresting you two.

You know the drill, Gordo.

So, it's true what they say, huh?

You can never judge a person
by how they dress.

Well, you know what, let me tell
you what you are gonna be wearing.

I hope you like orange.
It's a little jumpsuit thing.

Has a number right here.

You can wear it anywhere really.
Indoors, walking around the yard.

Mi hijo.

Thank you, Mr. Monk.

How can I repay you, Mr. Monk?

I have no money.

Now that you mention it,
it is only 2:30.

If we left now, you could be
back at work at 3:15,

put in a couple of hours,
inspect what, 90, maybe 100 shirts.

- But I took the day off.
- No, no, no.

You don't wanna do that, no.

You're inspector number 8.

You have a lot of people
depending on you.

Monk, I'm sure they would like
to visit, you know, catch up.

Yeah, there's plenty of time.
A whole weekend for that.

Unless you wanna work on Saturday.

Puedes trabajar Saturday?

Sabado, no?
Domingo?

Overtime.

You like overtime?

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