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THE STOVE.

OVER HERE,
IT'S IN THE KITCHEN.

NO, I MEAN MY STOVE.

I THINK I LEFT IT ON.

IT'S OKAY.

I CHECKED IT
AS WE WERE LEAVING.

ARE YOU SURE?
DID YOU TURN THE KNOB?

YEAH.

THE LITTLE KNOB, THOUGH.

I TURNED ALL THE KNOBS.

THE STOVE WAS OFF,
ADRIAN.

EXCUSE ME, SIR, WE BELIEVE
IT WAS A BURGLARY GONE SOUR.

SHE WALKED IN.
SHE SURPRISED HIM.

HE PANICKED.
NO.

HE GOT A KNIFE
FROM THE KITCHEN...

NO, NO.
NO.

NO, NO, THIS WAS NO BURGLARY.

IT WASN'T?

HE TRIED TO MAKE IT
LOOK LIKE ONE.

BUT THIS GUY WAS COLD
AS ICE.

HE WORE HER SLIPPERS

TO AVOID LEAVING SHOEPRINTS.

NOT SOMETHING YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD
CRACK HEAD IS PRONE TO DO.

ADRIAN.

ADRIAN.

WHEN HE WAS IN HERE,
HE WAS WAITING.

WAITING FOR WHAT?

YOU KNOW, FOR HER.

HE WAS HERE AT LEAST
AN HOUR.

HE WAS SMOKING.

YOU CAN STILL SMELL IT
ON THE CURTAINS.

MENTHOLS.

SALEMS.

POSSIBLY NEWPORTS.

MAYBE SHE WAS THE SMOKER.

NO, NO, SHE WAS
A DUTCH CALVINIST.

THEY DON'T SMOKE.

THEY CONSIDER THEIR BODIES
TO BE

A HOLY, A HOLY CHALICE OF--

I'M SORRY, I'M HAVING TROUBLE
CONCENTRATING

BECAUSE I THINK I SMELL GAS.

DID YOU HEAR THE CLICK?

BECAUSE YOU GOTTA HEAR THE
CLICK, NOT JUST FEEL THE CLICK.

HEAR IT.

ANYWAY, UH, AFTER HE KILLED
MISS UH--

NICOLE VASQUES, 25.

YEAH, MISS VASQUES,

HE HUNG AROUND.

HE WAS LOOKING
FOR SOMETHING.

LOOKING FOR WHAT?

I DON'T KNOW.

HE CHECKED SOMETHING
ON HER COMPUTER.

HE COULD HAVE ERASED
A FILE.

ANYTHING ELSE?

YES, HE'S TALL.

HE'S, UH, 6'3", MAYBE 6'4".

WHAT ABOUT,
WHAT ABOUT THE PILOT LIGHT?

BECAUSE, YOU KNOW,
SOMETIMES IT GOES OUT.

THE PILOT LIGHT IS FINE.
IT'S FINE.

DO YOU REMEMBER THE LAST TIME
IT ALMOST WENT OUT?

DO YOU WANT ME TO DRIVE
ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE CITY

AND CHECK THE STOVE?

NO.
I MEAN, IS THAT WHAT
YOU'RE TELLING ME TO DO?

NO, NO, NO.

WOULD YOU?
COULD YOU?

THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

OH, EXCUSE ME, GENTLEMEN,
JUST ONE SECOND, OKAY?

WHO'S SHE?

JUST HIS NURSE.

FORGET ABOUT THE DAMN STOVE,
OKAY?

YOU ARE ON A JOB HERE.

YOU'RE A PRIVATE CONSULTANT.

I KNOW,
BUT I SMELLED IT.

YOU GOTTA SHUT UP.

THE DEPARTMENT THINKS
YOU'RE NUTS.

YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET
REINSTATED,

YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET
HIRED AGAIN,

AND WE ARE BOTH GONNA BE
UNEMPLOYED.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE
OF WHAT I AM SAYING?

NOW PULL YOUR TWISTED SELF
TOGETHER.

CONCENTRATE AND BE BRILLIANT.

YOU'RE BRILLIANT.

EXCUSE ME, SIR.

I'M SURE THAT YOU'RE RIGHT,
BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL OF THAT?

I MEAN,
ABOUT THE COMPUTER.

IT'S PATENTLY OBVIOUS,
ISN'T IT?

THERE ARE NO PRINTS
ON THE KEYBOARD, NOT EVEN HERS.

WHY?
HE USED IT.

HE WIPED 'EM CLEAN.

RIGHT, AND YOU SAID
THAT HE WAS TALL.

WELL THE VICTIM'S SHORT.

MAYBE 5'4".

LOOK AT THE CHAIR.

IT'S LOWERED
ALMOST ALL THE WAY.

WOW.

WE'VE BEEN HERE ALL MORNING.

AND NOBODY EVEN NOTICED THAT.

WELL.

SIR, IF YOU CAN STICK
AROUND FOR A BIT,

THE CORONER'S ON HIS WAY;
WE SHOULD HAVE A--

NO, I'M SORRY I GOTTA GO.

I'M PRETTY SURE
I SMELL GAS.

GENTLEMEN,
YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND US.

(Sharona)
JUST CALL.

SO THAT'S THE FAMOUS
ADRIAN MONK?

YEAH, THE LIVING LEGEND.

WOULD YOU CALL THAT
LIVING?

WOULD YOU CALL THAT
LIVING?

31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36,
37, 38, 39, 40.

DOC, I'M FEELING GREAT.

DR. KROGER.
I'M FEELING GREAT, DR. KROGER.

YOU CAN'T SWEAT
THE SMALL STUFF.

JUST YOU GO
WITH THE FLOW.

IT'S A NEW ME.

IT'S A WHOLE NEW ME.

THANKS TO YOU.
I OWE IT ALL TO YOU.

FEEL LIKE I'M
BACK IN THE SADDLE.

I OWE IT ALL
TO YOU, DOC.

I TOOK YOUR ADVICE, DOC.

I'M GOING WITH THE FLOW.

SO.

GOING WITH THE FLOW?

[laughter]

GOOD,
GOOD FOR YOU.

YOU'VE BEEN WHAT,
DOING SOME CONSULTING?

YEAH, IN SANTA CLARA.

I HAVE AN OLD FRIEND THERE
WHO'S A SECOND LIEUTENANT,

AND CALLED ME IN.

WELL, HOW DID THAT
MAKE YOU FEEL?

I MEAN, YOU KNOW,
BEING CALLED IN?

IT FEELS GREAT.

FEELS LIKE OLD TIMES.

BACK IN THE SADDLE.

[laughter]

YOU THINK YOU'RE READY
TO GO BACK FULL TIME?

NO, I DON'T MEAN
CONSULTING.

YOU KNOW, I MEAN
BACK ON THE FORCE.

DEFINITELY.

ABSOLUTELY.

DO YOU THINK
I'M READY?

THAT'S--
THAT'S THE QUESTION.

ARE YOU OKAY?

YEAH, I'M FINE.

BUT YOU KEEP LOOKING
AT THE PILLOW.

IF YOU WANT TO FIX THE PILLOW,
IT'S OKAY.

YOU COULD FIX THE PILLOW.

NO, NO,
I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT--

NO, I'M FINE.

HOW ARE YOU SLEEPING?

ARE YOU STILL HAVING
THOSE DREAMS?

WELL, TRUDY AND I
WERE MARRIED FOR SEVEN YEARS.

IT WOULD BE WEIRD IF I--

IF I NEVER DREAMT
ABOUT HER, RIGHT?

YOU'RE TESTING ME,
AREN'T YOU?

YOU LEFT IT LIKE THAT
ON PURPOSE.

DID I?

[laughs]

OKAY.

OKAY.

YEAH, SO ANYWAY, UM,

I'VE BEEN FEELING...

EXCUSE ME.

OKAY, NO BIG DEAL.

WHERE WERE WE?

[elevator dings]

[faint cheers from below]

YOU PEOPLE SOUND
LIKE YOU'RE READY FOR A CHANGE.

[cheers]

AM I RIGHT?
OR AM I RIGHT?

THE BAND DOESN'T START PLAYING
UNTIL THE BALLOONS GO, OKAY?

RIGHT?
YEAH.

SAN FRANCISCO HAS
A SIMPLE DECISION TO MAKE.

WAIT FOR MY CUE.

DO WE TREAD WATER
OR DO WE MOVE AHEAD?

(all)
AHEAD!

BUT HELL, THAT'S ALL RIGHT.

HEY, HOW WE DOING?

I'M GETTING LOCKJAW,
KEVIN.

WHEN CAN I STOP SMILING?

I'M AFRAID YOU'RE GONNA
HAVE TO GET USED TO IT, MIRANDA.

I TOLD YOU
WHEN I SIGNED ON,

CITY HALL IS
JUST THE BEGINNING.

I AM YOUR MOSES.

AND I AM GONNA TAKE YOU
AND YOUR HUSBAND

TO THE PROMISED LAND.

AS MY OLD MAN
USED TO SAY...

I'VE SEEN SACRAMENTO,
GAVIN.

IT'S HARDLY THE PROMISED LAND.

FORGET SACRAMENTO.

I'M TALKING
ABOUT THE WHITE HOUSE.

AND DON'T FORGET,
WHEN YOU ELECT ME,

YOU'RE GETTING TWO MAYORS
FOR THE PRICE OF ONE.

MY WIFE, MIRANDA.

[cheers]

I'M NOT JUST TALKING
THE TALK.

I'M READY TO WALK
THE WALK.

ARE YOU READY TO WALK
WITH ME?

[cheers]

[patriotic music]

[gun shot]

[screams]

HE'S UP THERE.

UP THERE.

ALL UNITS NOW.

[knock at door]

OKAY, I'LL CALL YOU BACK.
I'LL CALL YOU BACK.

OKAY.

ST. CLAIRE JUST ISSUED
ANOTHER STATEMENT.

IS HE BLAMING US?

NOT YET, JUST RA-RA STUFF.

HE WILL NOT BE SILENCED,
HE WILL NOT BE INTIMIDATED.

AND HE WILL BE BLAMING US
SOON ENOUGH.

EVERYBODY DOES,
SOONER OR LATER.

WE GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT TOO.

IS THE PRESS HERE?
WHO'S HERE?

THE GIRL FROM CHANNEL THREE.

THE PRETTY ONE?

NO, THE OTHER ONE.

IT'S OKAY.

GOOD, WHO DO YOU WANT
ON CAMERA?

ME.
I'LL DO IT.

YUP, I THINK IT WILL REASSURE
PEOPLE TO SEE ME TAKING POINT.

YES, SIR.

ANYTHING ON THE SHOOTER?
SAY YES.

UH, THE FORENSIC BOYS
ARE STILL ON SITE,

BUT NOTHING SO FAR.

INCOMING DEPUTY MAYOR.

HELLO, SHELDON BERGER.

WHO LET YOU OFF YOUR LEASH?

I JUST CAME
FROM THE HOSPITAL.

THE BODYGUARD
DIDN'T MAKE IT.

MAYOR'S ON HIS WAY
BACK FROM SACRAMENTO.

LOOK, I DON'T HAVE
TO TELL YOU, CAPTAIN,

WE'RE ON A BUS TO HELL.
I UNDERSTAND.

IF WE DON'T SLAM-DUNK
THIS THING,

IT'S GONNA LOOK
LIKE WE'RE NOT TRYING.

I'M NOT AN IDIOT,
SHELDON.

I'VE GOT EVERY AVAILABLE MAN
ON THE CASE.

NO, YOU DON'T.

THE MAYOR WANTS YOU TO BRING IN
YOUR OLD FRIEND.

MONK?

[speeding cars]

OH, MY GOD,
I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THIS.

BUS, BUS, BUS.

THE MAYOR ASKED FOR YOU,
PERSONALLY.

THERE'S A BUS
ON THE RIGHT.

THIS IS GREAT.

THIS IS GONNA GET YOU BACK
ON THE FORCE, I'M TELLING YOU.

I ALREADY HAVE A JOB,
REMEMBER?

THE GIRL IN SANTA CLARA--
MERGING, MERGING!

EVERYBODY'S--
YOU WANNA DRIVE?

WHAT LANE ARE YOU IN?
YOU WANNA DRIVE?

I'LL SIT THERE
AND YELL AND POINT

AND DRIVE YOU NUTS, 'CAUSE
YOU'RE DRIVING ME NUTS, ADRIAN.

OKAY, ALL RIGHT,
I'M SORRY.

IT'S RED!
IT'S RED, COME ON.

IT'S RED.

(Sharona)
BE COOL.
NO, NO, NOT TODAY.

YOU CAN'T TODAY.

LOOK WHO'S HERE,
THE DEFECTIVE DETECTIVE.

HELLO, MONK.

CAPTAIN.

SHARONA.
HI.

LIEUTENANT.

YOU LOOK GOOD.

DR. KROGER SAYS YOU'VE BEEN
GETTING OUT SOME.

OH, HE IS
REALLY DOING GREAT.

I CAN'T EVEN KEEP
UP WITH HIM, THANKS.

EXCELLENT.

WELL, THE CANDIDATE
IS WAITING FOR US UPSTAIRS.

I WANT TO MAKE
THIS CRYSTAL CLEAR.

YOU'RE HERE BECAUSE THE MAYOR
THINKS YOU CAN WALK ON WATER.

BUT YOU'RE A CIVILIAN NOW,
MONK.

YOU HAVE OBSERVER STATUS ONLY.

OKAY, WHEN I'M IN THERE,

I TALK,
YOU SAY NOTHING.

UNDERSTAND?

LOOK, MONK,

WHEN I TOOK YOUR BADGE
THREE YEARS AGO,

I TOLD YOU NOTHING WOULD GIVE ME
MORE PLEASURE

THAN TO SEE YOU REINSTATED,
AND I MEANT THAT.

BUT YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY
NOT READY.

IS THAT YOU TALKING,
OR THE UNIFORM?

I AM THE UNIFORM,
MONK.

YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND THAT

BACK WHEN I WAS
YOUR WATCH COMMANDER.

NOW YOU JUST STAY OUT OF MY WAY,
AND WE'LL BE FINE.

YES, SIR.

AND I'M SURE YOU AND KAREN
WILL WORK THINGS OUT.

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

YOU AND YOUR WIFE,

YOU'RE HAVING
SOME PROBLEMS.

WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?

KAREN AND I ARE FINE.

WE'RE 100%.

YES, SIR.
MY MISTAKE.

UM, NEVER BEEN HAPPIER
TO BE WRONG.

HEY, MONK,
COME HERE.

HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?

YOU MISSED A SPOT SHAVING.

KAREN WOULD HAVE CAUGHT THAT.

AND YOUR NECK TIE,
SHE ALWAYS TIES IT FOR YOU.

SHE USES THAT DOUBLE-SLIP KNOT.

CONCLUSION:
YOU DRESSED YOURSELF.

AND YOUR RAMADA INN CUP.

SEND HER SOME ROSES MAYBE.

WHEN WE GET IN THERE,
YOU DON'T SAY ANYTHING.

NO, NO, FORGET IT.

WE'RE FOUR POINTS BEHIND
WITH TEN DAYS TO GO.

I AM NOT PUTTING MY MAN
IN A BOX.

NOBODY WANTS TO PUT
ANYBODY IN A BOX, MR. LLOYD.

ALL WE WANT TO DO IS LIMIT
YOUR PUBLIC APPEARANCES

AND NOT ANNOUNCE YOUR SCHEDULE
IN ADVANCE.

OH, WELL I'M SURE
THE MAYOR WOULD LOVE THAT.

MAYBE WE SHOULD MOVE
THE WHOLE CAMPAIGN

AND RUN IT
FROM THE BASEMENT.

HOW 'BOUT THAT?

NOW, GAVIN, THAT'S NOT FAIR.

THE CAPTAIN'S JUST DOING
HIS JOB.

MR. ST. CLAIRE, CAN YOU THINK OF
ANYBODY WHO MIGHT WISH YOU HARM?

A DISGRUNTLED EMPLOYEE?

OR AN EX-WIFE?

OR A UNION OFFICIAL.

I KNOW A COUPLE
OF EX-BUSINESS PARTNERS

WHO NO LONGER SEND US
CHRISTMAS CARDS.

YOU BOYS HAVE YOUR WORK
CUT OUT FOR YOU.

A MAN WHO HASN'T MADE
ANY ENEMIES

HASN'T DONE SQUAT.

WARREN, YOU'RE SURE YOU
WANT TO GO THROUGH WITH THIS?

AFTER YESTERDAY, NO ONE
WOULD BLAME YOU IF YOU QUIT.

JESSE, YOU USED TO SAY
QUIT WAS A FOUR-LETTER WORD.

EXCUSE ME,

WE HAVEN'T BEEN INTRODUCED.

I'M SORRY, WHO ARE YOU?

JESSE GOODMAN.

I WORK UPSTAIRS.

SENIOR VICE PRESIDENT/
CONCERNED FRIEND.

I COULDN'T MAKE THIS RUN
IF JESSE WASN'T UPSTAIRS

MINDING THE STORE.

BABY.

DO YOU NEED THAT?

YES, I DO.

SOMEBODY TRIED TO KILL
MY HUSBAND YESTERDAY

RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

MONK.

EXCUSE ME.

WHAT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I WAS JUST STRAIGHTENING UP.

OH, MY GOD, EXCUSE ME, THAT'S
COLOR-CODED BY VOTING PRECINCT.

IT TOOK ME THREE WEEKS
TO SET THIS UP.

I'M SORRY.

MONK.

WHAT DEPARTMENT ARE YOU WITH?

MA'AM, THIS IS ADRIAN MONK.

HE IS NO LONGER
WITH OUR DEPARTMENT.

HE'S HERE
AS A PRIVATE CONSULTANT.

I'LL PUT 'EM ALL BACK
THE WAY THEY WERE.

NO, NO, STOP.

YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY REMEMBER
HOW EVERYTHING WAS, SO JUST--

YES, HE CAN.
YES, HE CAN.

IF YOU JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE,
IT REALLY WON'T TAKE TOO LONG.

LOOK, IT WILL TAKE ONE SECOND.

ADRIAN, LET GO
OF THE BOARD.

SO, CAPTAIN, YOU SAY HE'S NO
LONGER WITH THE DEPARTMENT?

HE WAS GIVEN A 315.

A PSYCHOLOGICAL DISCHARGE.

IT'S A TEMPORARY
SUSPENSION.

A PSYCHOLOGICAL DISCHARGE.

IT'S A TEMPORARY
SUSPENSION.

HE'S UP FOR A REVIEW
NEXT WEEK.

IS THIS A JOKE?

SOMEONE TRIES TO KILL
MY HUSBAND,

AND YOU SEND IN RAIN MAN?

MRS. ST. CLAIRE,
I CAN ASSURE YOU

MR. MONK'S INVOLVEMENT
IS AN INDICATION

OF JUST HOW SERIOUSLY
WE ARE TAKING THIS CASE.

IS HE WHOO-HOO?

NO, NO, IT'S A FORM
OF ANXIETY DISORDER.

A SEVERE CASE LIKE THIS
IS USUALLY TRIGGERED

BY A SINGLE TRAUMATIC INCIDENT.

SOMEONE HIT HIM OVER THE HEAD
WITH A SHOVEL?

HIS WIFE WAS MURDERED
FOUR YEARS AGO.

A CAR BOMB.

THERE.

UNBELIEVABLE.

WAIT.

THERE.

NOW I'D LIKE TO SEE
WHERE THE SHOTS WERE FIRED FROM.

WHAT'S HE DOING?

I LOVE THIS PART.

HE DOES THIS ZEN-
SHERLOCK HOLMES THING.

WHAT?

HE USED THE DRAWSTRING
TO STEADY HIS SHOT.

I'VE SEEN IT BEFORE.

IN THE FIELD MANUAL
FOR THE GREEN BERETS.

SPECIAL FORCES.

IT'S POSSIBLE.

CAPTAIN, COULD YOU GRAB THIS?

IT'LL JUST TAKE A MINUTE.

HOLD THIS UP.

LIKE A RIFLE.

RIGHT.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?
SIX FOOT.

NO, REALLY.
5'11".

OUR GUY WAS TALLER, 6'3",
MAYBE 6'4".

JUST LIKE SANTA CLARA.

JUST LIKE WHAT?

THE HOMICIDE IN SANTA CLARA.

WE'VE BEEN CONSULTING ON IT.

I'VE READ ABOUT THAT.

IT'S A COMPLETELY
DIFFERENT M.O.

OH, WHAT, YOU THINK
THERE'S A CONNECTION

BECAUSE THIS GUY MIGHT BE TALL?

LIEUTENANT, GET THE WARRIORS
ON THE LINE.

I WANT TO TALK
TO ANTOINE SANDERSON,

SEE IF HE'S GOT AN ALIBI
FOR THURSDAY MORNING.

CAPTAIN, DO YOU KNOW THE
PERCENTAGE OF MEN OVER 6'3"?

NO, DO YOU?

MAYBE 0.5%.

THE ODDS OF TWO MEN IN THIS CITY
IN THAT CATEGORY

COMMITTING PREMEDITATED MURDER

WITHIN TWO DAYS
OF EACH OTHER

ARE ASTRONOMICAL.

WHAT, ALL BECAUSE OF A TWISTED
VENETIAN BLIND CORD?

MONK, MONK, THAT'S A STRETCH
EVEN FOR YOU.

THAT AND HE WORE SLIPPERS.

AND HE SMOKES NEWPORTS.

[laughs]

THIS ISN'T POLICE WORK.
THIS IS VAUDEVILLE.

HE'S ALREADY KILLED TWO--

TWO--

OH, IT'S NOTHING.

HE JUST HAS A LITTLE PROBLEM
WITH HEIGHTS.

[phone rings]

CAN WE, UH, JUST GOTTA FIND
AN OPEN COMPUTER

AND THEN I CAN CHECK UP
THE NAME.

OVER HERE.

OH, SO, UM, V-A-S-

Q-U-E-S, NICOLE VASQUES.

I DON'T KNOW HER,
BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING.

I ONLY BEEN HERE
A COUPLE OF DAYS.

BUT, UH, LET'S SEE.

SHE'S NOT A VOLUNTEER.

AND SHE'S NOT ON STAFF,
SORRY.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

JAKE.
JAKE.

MY NAME'S ADRIAN MONK.

HERE'S MY NUMBER.

YOU THINK OF ANYTHING,
YOU GIVE ME A CALL.

OKAY, SURE.

[church bells ring]

WHAT DOES A MAN
SAY ABOUT A FRIEND

WHO TOOK A BULLET
THAT WAS MEANT FOR HIM?

MERE WORDS LIKE "THANK YOU"
SEEM SO HOLLOW.

WHEN I HEARD
JASON HAD PASSED--

THIS GUY IS TOO GOOD
TO BE TRUE.

I CONSIDERED QUITTING
THE RACE.

MAYBE HE'S A DECENT MAN.

ISN'T THAT POSSIBLE?

AND THEN I TALKED
TO RISA,

JASON'S MOTHER,

AND SHE REMINDED ME
HER SON WAS NO QUITTER.

YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK?

I THINK HE DID IT.

WHO?

ST. CLAIRE.

YOU CAN'T BUY
THIS KIND OF PUBLICITY.

RIGHT.
COME ON.

SEE IT THROUGH,
OR WHY BEGIN AT ALL?

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I THINK THIS CASE
AND THE GIRL IN SANTA CLARA

ARE CONNECTED SOMEHOW.

SO...

SOMEONE WHO KNEW THEM BOTH.

SOMEONE...

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

DO YOU HAVE MY KEYS?
I CAN'T FIND MY KEYS.

I DON'T HAVE YOUR KEYS.

ADRIAN, CALM DOWN.

DID YOU PUT THEM
IN YOUR BAG?

NO, I DON'T TOUCH
YOUR KEYS,

BECAUSE IF I TOUCH YOUR KEYS,
YOU FREAK OUT.

CALM DOWN!

[St. Claire's speech
continues]

(St. Claire)
IN A FEW SECONDS,

WE WILL BE CLOSING
THE CASKET,

AND SAYING GOOD-BYE
TO JASON FOREVER.

WOULD YOU--
IT'S OKAY.

WE'LL MAKE NEW ONES.

NO, IT'S THE KEY CHAIN.

THE KEY CHAIN,
IT WAS TRUDY'S.

I GOTTA--

I GOTTA--

I'VE GOT
TO HAVE THOSE KEYS.

THAT PACKET RIGHT THERE,
I--JUST GET IT--

NO.

MONK!

YOU ARE GOING
STRAIGHT TO HELL.

I AM IN HELL.

MAY HIS LOVING SPIRIT
LIVE FOREVER

IN OUR HEARTS,
AND IN OUR PRAYERS.

WHY DON'T WE
TAKE A MOMENT

AND MEDITATE SILENTLY.

NOW,

OLD FRIEND,

WE TURN,
AND SALUTE YOU,

ONE LAST TIME.

[shocked gasps]

YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED
OF YOURSELF!

DO YOU LIE AWAKE
AT NIGHT,

THINKING OF WAYS TO DISRUPT
MY HUSBAND'S CAMPAIGN?

NOW, MIRANDA...

NO, MA'AM,
I LIE AWAKE AT NIGHT

AND TRY NOT
TO THINK AT ALL.

THESE THINGS HAPPEN.

HELL, FOR A MINUTE,
I THOUGHT I HAD

A NEW CAMPAIGN SLOGAN.

VOTE FOR ST. CLAIRE;
HE CAN RAISE THE DEAD.

[laughs]
WHERE'S MY BOY?

RIGHT HERE, SIR.

MAKE SURE
MIRANDA GETS HOME.

OF COURSE.

MR. ST. CLAIRE?

UH, A COUPLE
OF QUESTIONS.

LET ME ASK YOU
A QUESTION.

HOW CAN YOU
INVESTIGATE ANYTHING?

I'M TOLD
YOU'RE GERMOPHOBIC,

AFRAID OF THE DARK, HEIGHTS,

CROWDS, AND MILK.

WE'RE WORKING
ON THE MILK.

HE'S MAKING
GOOD PROGRESS ON MILK.

HUH.

UH, MRS. ST. CLAIRE,
I SENSE THAT YOU'RE

A LITTLE UPSET,

BUT I CAN TELL YOU
WHY I DROPPED MY KEYS.

I'VE BEEN A BIT PREOCCUPIED
WITH ANOTHER CASE.

A GIRL WAS MURDERED
IN SANTA CLARA.

UH, A NICOLE VASQUES.

DID YOU KNOW HER?

NO.

NO?
NO.

SIR?
SIR?

DID YOU KNOW HER?
UH, NICOLE VASQUES?

UH, NO.

SHOULD I?

NO, NO REASON
YOU SHOULD.

MA'AM, IF YOU COULD
TAKE ANOTHER LOOK,

NICOLE VASQUES.

I DON'T KNOW ANYONE
BY THAT NAME.

WHAT I DO KNOW

IS IF MY HUSBAND
IS ELECTED MAYOR,

YOU WILL NEVER WORK
IN THIS TOWN AGAIN.

LET'S GO.

ARE YOU REGISTERED
TO VOTE?

I NEVER VOTE;
IT ONLY ENCOURAGES THEM.

UGH, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.

SHE MAKES ME SICK.

DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH
HER HUSBAND'S WORTH?

NO.
$150 MILLION.

THEY WERE TALKING
ABOUT IT ON THE RADIO.

THAT'S A LOT
OF MOTIVE.
YES, IT IS.

YOU TRYING
TO KILL YOURSELF?

MAYBE.

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

MIRANDA ST. CLAIRE
CALLED THE MAYOR PERSONALLY.

YOU COULDN'T JUST BUY
ANOTHER KEY CHAIN?

TRUDY GAVE IT
TO HIM.

IT'S IRREPLACEABLE.

CAPTAIN.

WE JUST GOT
THE FORENSIC REPORT BACK.

THE BULLETS
WERE HOLLOW-POINT.

DESIGNED TO DEFORM
ON IMPACT.

THOSE CAN'T
BE TRACED.

YEAH, BUT WE
CAUGHT A LUCKY BREAK.

ONE OF THEM
WAS STILL INTACT.

THEY I.D.'D THE WEAPON.

IT'S A WEATHERBY FIBERMARK,
WHICH IS--

(Monk)
BRITISH.

IT'S BRITISH.

LONG-RANGE.

PREFERRED BY MERCENARIES
IN PARAMILITARY GROUPS.

THAT'S RIGHT;
HE'S RIGHT.

(Stottlemeyer)
WELL, START A LIST

OF WEAPONS
AND/OR AMMUNITION SALES.

YES, SIR.

COULD YOU CROSS-CHECK THAT
AGAINST NICOLE VASQUES?

WHO?

THE HOMICIDE
IN SANTA CLARA.

SIR, YOUR 10:00?

THE CASES
DON'T OVERLAP, MONK.

SHE WORKED FOR THE DMV;
HE WAS A CANDIDATE FOR MAYOR.

SHE WAS BEHIND ON HER RENT;

HE HAS HOUSES
ALL OVER THE WORLD.

HE WAS STABBED;
SHE WAS SHOT.

LET IT GO.

WE GONNA LET IT GO?

HELL NO.

WHAT ARE WE GOING
TO DO NOW?

WE'RE GOING
TO FOLLOW THE MONEY.

MM!
AH!

I'VE ALWAYS WANTED
TO SAY THAT!

THE QUEEN SAID
TO THE ROYAL DOCTOR,

[British accent]
"I'M SO WORRIED
ABOUT THE PRINCESS."

"SHE HAS ALL THE EMERALDS
AND RUBIES AND RICHES

"IN THE KINGDOM,
BUT SHE NEVER LAUGHS."

"WHO CAN MAKE
THE PRINCESS LAUGH?"

SO THEY CALLED
THE COURT JESTER.

[children coughing]
THE COURT JESTER,

AS EVERYONE KNEW,
WAS THE SILLIEST

[coughs]
AND FUNNIEST COURT JESTER

THAT EVER THERE WAS.

WITH A JINGLE
AND A JANGLE,

HE ROLLED
INTO THE COURT.

[coughing continues]

"MY QUEEN CALLS,"

HE SANG OUT
AS HE BOWED.

"JESTER,"
SAID THE QUEEN,

"THE PRINCESS HAS FORGOTTEN
HOW TO LAUGH,

"AND I AM GIVING YOU
THE JOB OF BRINGING BACK

"HER SMILES
TO THIS COURT."

"WHEN SHALL I START?"
HE ASKED.

JUST THEN,
THE PRINCESS ENTERED THE COURT,

AND EVERYONE FELL SILENT.

"NOW IS AS GOOD A TIME
AS ANY," SHE SAID.

THE JESTER TURNED
AND GREETED THE PRINCESS,

AND HE BOWED.

HE ROLLED
END OVER END,

AND WHEN HE STOPPED,
FLOWERS APPEARED IN HIS--

[screams]

[bell rings]

ARE YOU OKAY?

YEAH, I'M BETTER.

WHERE IS SHE?

I DON'T KNOW.

JUST GIVE ME
A MOMENT, PLEASE.

HEY, YOU'RE GREAT
WITH THE KIDS.

YEAH, WELL, IT'S EASY WHEN YOU
DON'T HAVE ANY OF YOUR OWN.

LET'S GET THIS
OVER WITH,

I HAVE A FUNDRAISER
IN DENVER TONIGHT.

SURE, SURE,
I, UH,

ONLY HAVE, UH, A COUPLE
OF QUESTIONS, MRS. ST. CLAIRE.

JUST BASIC BACKGROUND STUFF.

UH, DO YOU HAVE ANY
BANK ACCOUNTS

IN YOUR OWN NAME?

NO.

DO YOU WANT TO MAYBE
TAKE SOME NOTES HERE?

NO, I'LL REMEMBER IT.

YEAH, PROBABLY BETTER
TO WRITE IT DOWN.

YOU DON'T THINK
I CAN REMEMBER IT?

HOW LONG HAVE YOU, UH,

AND WARREN BEEN MARRIED?

FIVE YEARS.

THAT MUST BE TOUGH.

HE'S SO BUSY,
AND NOW HE'S RUNNING FOR MAYOR.

I WOULD THINK WHAT WOULD BE
KIND OF STRESSFUL.

YOU'VE BEEN MARRIED, RIGHT?

YES, UH,

I HAVE.

THEN I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU
EVERY MARRIAGE IS STRESSFUL.

THAT'S WHY THEY
CALL IT "MARRIAGE."

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?

YEAH.

ARE YOU, UH, ARE YOU GOING
TO BE SEEING

MR. GOODMAN LATER?

JESSE?

JESSE.

WHY DO YOU ASK?

WELL, IF YOU SEE HIM,
YOU KNOW, UH,

WOULD YOU TELL HIM
TO CALL ME?

BECAUSE I WOULD JUST--
I'D LOVE TO TALK TO HIM.

AND, YOU KNOW,
IF YOU SEE HIM.

ARE YOU ACCUSING ME
OF SOMETHING, MR. MONK?

I--I DON'T KNOW, UH,
ARE YOU GUILTY OF SOMETHING?

[chuckles nervously]

OH, MR. MONK,

YOU SEEM LIKE
AN INTELLIGENT PERSON.

ON OCCASION.

WARREN IS THE FIRST MAN
IN MY LIFE

THAT NEVER GAVE UP
ON ME.

LAST WEEK,
IF I COULD HAVE,

I WOULD HAVE TAKEN
THAT BULLET MYSELF.

YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME.

MRS. ST. CLAIRE,
I HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU.

I DON'T HAVE
TO BELIEVE YOU.

I'M LEAVING NOW.

(Sharona)
SHE DID IT,

THERE'S NO DOUBT
IN MY MIND THAT WITCH DID IT.

HELLO?

ADRIAN, IT'S FOR YOU.

OKAY?

YES, MONK.

MR. MONK,
IT'S JAKE

FROM THE ST. CLAIRE CAMPAIGN.

I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING.

I'LL BE RIGHT THERE.

UH, ACTUALLY,
I WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE.

I COULD DROP IT OFF
AT YOUR PLACE.

I'LL BE THERE
IN ABOUT A HALF HOUR.

GOOD, I'LL
MEET YOU THERE.

IS THAT
A PERSONAL CALL?

UH, NO SIR--
GOOD.

I MAY BE A LITTLE LATE.

ALL RIGHT,
MY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE,

I LOVE EACH AND EVERY
ONE OF YOU,

BUT THESE ENVELOPS WILL NOT
GET STUFFED BY THEMSELVES.

NO, NO, NO, NO.

NO THANKS, NO,
NOT TODAY.

COME ON,
I JUST CLEANED IT, COME ON!

AW, ALL RIGHT,
FINE, FINE.

FINE.

[grunts]

CAPTAIN.

[grunts]

CAPTAIN, CAPTAIN.

WE GOT THE PRELIMINARY.

PROBABLE ACCIDENT.

SEVERE BLUNT TRAUMA
TO THE HEAD.

UH-HUH.
OKAY.

CAPTAIN?
CAPTAIN?

ARE THERE ANY DOCUMENTS
IN THE CAR?

LIKE A NOTEBOOK?

NO.

UH, CAPTAIN?

WHAT?

CHECK HIS HAT.

WHAT?

HE USED TO CARRY THINGS

IN HIS HAT.

WAS THERE A HAT?

THEY DIDN'T PULL ANYTHING.

HE WASN'T WEARING A HAT!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

COME ON DOWN.

THE ACCIDENT SCENE'S
DOWN HERE.

HE'S NOT WEARING
THE RIGHT SHOES TODAY.

HE'S NOT WEARING

THE RIGHT SHOES TODAY.

WELL, LOOK,
THERE'S NOTHING TO DO HERE.

CORONER'S ALREADY CALLED IT.

IT'S A SINGLE-CAR ACCIDENT.

NO, NO, NO,
THIS WAS NO ACCIDENT.

THERE'S NO SKID MARKS
ON THE ROAD.

IT'S WET!

YOU'RE NOT
THE ONLY DETECTIVE HERE, MONK.

I CHECKED
FOR SKID MARKS.

IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME
ON THIS HILL.

HE HIT THIS CURVE
AT 85, 90 MILES AN HOUR.

[whistles]
BOOM!

NO, NO,
THIS WAS STAGED.

HE WAS KILLED
SOMEWHERE ELSE.

WELL, MAYBE YOU COULD TELL ME
WHERE THIS MURDER TOOK PLACE,

BECAUSE THAT WOULD
BE VERY HELPFUL.

COLE AVENUE AND 17TH STREET.

HOW COULD YOU
POSSIBLY KNOW THAT?

WE WERE MEETING
AT MY HOUSE.

HE PROBABLY TOOK COLE.

I'M THINKING HE WAS KILLED

AT THAT STOP SIGN
ON 17TH STREET.

WHY 17TH?

THERE'S A HOMELESS SHELTER
THERE, THEY WASH WINDSHIELDS

FOR SPARE CHANGE.

I'M THINKING SOMEBODY
APPROACHED THE CAR,

STARTED WASHING THE WINDOW,
AND THEN ATTACKED HIM.

YOU CAN SEE THE WINDSHIELD
EVEN BETTER FROM HERE.

THE DRIVER'S SIDE'S CLEAN.

PASSENGER'S SIDE'S FILTHY.

(Stottlemeyer)
GO CHECK THE WINDSHIELD FLUID.

GO, ADRIAN.
GOOD GOING.

EXCUSE ME, OFFICER?

SON OF A BITCH.

ADRIAN, THIS OFFICER IS GOING
TO DRIVE YOU HOME, OKAY?

THANK YOU.

BEHAVE YOURSELF;
HE'S ARMED.

WHY?
WHERE YOU GOING?

I HAVE A DATE,
I TOLD YOU ABOUT IT!

OH, I THOUGHT
YOU WERE JOKING.

YOU THOUGHT
I WAS JOKING?

WHAT, YOU DON'T THINK I
COULD POSSIBLY HAVE A DATE?

NO, I DIDN'T MEAN THAT.

WHAT IS SO FUNNY
ABOUT ME DATING, ADRIAN?

NOTHING.
SORRY.

IT'S JUST--
IT'S TUESDAY.

IT'S CHICKEN POT PIE NIGHT.

DON'T BE SUCH A BABY.

MY 11-YEAR-OLD KID COULD BAKE
A CHICKEN POT PIE.

I'LL SEE YOU LATER, OKAY?

OKAY, OKAY,
SLOW DOWN.

SLOW DOWN
ONE SECOND.

ALL RIGHT, THEN YOU SAID
2/3 OF A CUP, 2/3?

BENJI, WHO ARE YOU
ON THE PHONE WITH?

GIVE ME THAT PHONE.
NO ONE.

GIVE ME THE PHONE.

MONK?
IS THAT YOU?

OKAY, I'M HANGING UP NOW,
AND DON'T CALL BACK.

BENJI'S GOT HOMEWORK,
LOTS OF IT.

DON'T HANG UP.
DON'T--NO--

BENJI, CALL ME BACK!

HE SOUNDS
CERTIFIABLE.

OH, IT'S THE WORST JOB
I EVER HAD.

YEAH?
SO WHY DON'T YOU QUIT?

WELL, BECAUSE IT'S ALSO
THE BEST JOB I EVER HAD.

I'M HAVING ADVENTURES.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT;

I'M PUTTING BAD GUYS
BEHIND BARS.

I FEEL LIKE, UM,

WHAT IS HER NAME?

UH, SUPERMAN'S GIRLFRIEND?

OH!
LOIS LANE.

I'M LOIS LANE.
YEAH.

I MEAN, HOW MANY
PRACTICAL NURSES CAN SAY THAT?

NOT MANY.

NO.
NOT MANY.

[laughs]

YOU SEE, THAT LOOKS
SO FUN ON YOU.

WHAT, THE DRESS?

THE SMILE.

OH.
THANK YOU.

FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT,

THE INVESTIGATION INTO LAST
WEEK'S ATTEMPTED ASSASSINATION

IS APPARENTLY STALLED.

WE HAVE SOME NEW FOOTAGE
OF THE EVENT

THAT WAS TAKEN BY A TOURIST
WHO WAS AT THE SCENE.

I SHOULD WARN YOU, THOUGH,
SOME OF THIS

IS VERY GRAPHIC.

[gunshots and screams]

TO MODERATION
IN ALL THINGS.

HMM?

EXCEPT LOVE.

(Monk)
HEY.

[gulps]

MONK, WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE?

I WAS WATCHING THE NEWS.

THERE WAS A VIDEOTAPE
OF THE ST. CLAIRE THING.

SOMETHING ABOUT IT
JUST DOES NOT ADD UP.

MR. MONK, I PRESUME?

YOU MUST BE CARL
FROM THE HEALTH CLUB.

MM-HMM.

WELL, UH, WHY DON'T
YOU JOIN US?

(Sharona)
NO, HE SHOULDN'T.

YOU KNOW, TWO'S COMPANY,

THREE'S A CROWD,

AND MONK HATES CROWDS.

DON'T YOU?

I FEEL OKAY
WHEN YOU'RE AROUND.

BOY, THIS IS NICE,
ISN'T IT?

I FORGOT,
WHAT WERE WE TALKING ABOUT?

ENGLAND.
OH, MY GOD,
THAT'S RIGHT.

UM, CARL SAID THAT, UH,

HE WAS TALKING
ABOUT LIVING IN ENGLAND.

HE WAS A RHODES SCHOLAR.

NO KIDDING.

MM-HMM.

HE GRADUATED MAGNA CUM LAUDE.

CUM LAUDE.

RIGHT.
I KNOW.

AND NOW HE HAS A, UH,
PRIVATE PRACTICE.

HE'S AN ENTERTAINMENT LAWYER.

GUESS WHO HE REPRESENTS.

CAN I TELL HIM?

YEAH, SURE.

FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA.

YEAH, BUT IT'S--
IT'S NO BIG DEAL.

A TABLOID WROTE SOMETHING
ABOUT HIM, THAT, YOU KNOW,

HE WAS DRUNK AT THE OSCARS.

SO NOW WE'RE SUING THEM
FOR SLANDER.

I DON'T KNOW
WHAT TO DO HERE.

UH, I'M NO GOOD AT THIS.

OKAY, THIS MAN
IS LYING TO YOU.

HE'S NOT A LAWYER.

WHAT?

OXFORD DOESN'T HAVE
A MAGNA CUM LAUDE.

AND YOU SUE A NEWSPAPER
FOR LIBEL, NOT SLANDER.

BUT I'LL JUST SHUT UP.

FORGET I SAID ANYTHING.

IT'S NO BIG DEAL, CARL.

WELL, THAT LOOKS,

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

WHAT SHOULD I HAVE DONE?
JUST LET HIM LIE TO YOU?

YES, YES!
IT WAS THE FIRST DATE.

TAXI!

EVERYBODY EMBELLISHES
THEIR RESUME.

IT'S CALLED "HUMAN NATURE."

DO YOU THINK I TOLD HIM
ABOUT BENJI,

OR ABOUT THAT SUMMER I
SPENT DANCING IN ATLANTIC CITY?

NO!

WHAT KIND OF DANCING?

I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.

I QUIT.

NOT AGAIN.

NO, NO,
I MEAN IT THIS TIME.

I'M SENDING MY SISTER OVER
FOR MY STUFF.

OKAY, WELL YOU KNOW YOU'RE JUST
GONNA COME BACK.

DON'T TELL ME
WHAT I'M GONNA DO.

YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING,

BUT, BELIEVE IT OR NOT,
YOU DON'T KNOW ME THAT WELL.

ALL RIGHT, LET'S JUST
GO BACK INSIDE.

NO.
NO.

IT'S TOO LATE.

LOOK, I HAVE
RESPONSIBILITIES NOW.

I GOT A KID.

AND I THINK
I HAVE TO FIND

A NORMAL JOB
BEFORE I GO COMPLETELY CRAZY.

LIKE ME.

LIKE ME?

WELL, I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU.

YOU NEVER FORGET ANYTHING.

VALENCIA AT 28TH.

[faint police sirens]

OKAY, MAKE ME HAPPY.

WE FOUND IT WEDGED
UNDER THE PASSENGER SEAT...

IN HIS HAT.

THIRD NAME
FROM THE BOTTOM.

I SEE IT,
I SEE IT.

SHE WAS
A PART-TIME VOLUNTEER.

SHE QUIT TWO MONTHS AGO.

THAT'S WHY HER NAME
DIDN'T COME UP.

SO MONK WAS RIGHT.

THERE IS A CONNECTION.

HOW DOES HE DO IT?

I--I HAVE TWO EYES.

I SEE EVERYTHING
THAT HE SEES.

BUT I--I DON'T SEE
WHAT HE SEES.

SIR, IF I MAY,

WHAT MONK DOES...
IT'S A PARLOR TRICK.

I MEAN, CAN YOU DO ALL THIS?

CAN YOU ORGANIZE
A CITY-WIDE INVESTIGATION?

INSPIRE THE TROOPS?

MOTIVATE PEOPLE?

ADRIAN MONK ISN'T HALF
THE COP,

OR A THIRD OF THE MAN

THAT YOU ARE, SIR.

THANK YOU, LIEUTENANT.

NONETHELESS...

[sighs]

WE NEED HIM NOW.

GO GET HIM.

HE'S NOT HOME.

WH--

WELL THEN HE'S AT SHARONA'S.

CALL SHARONA.

I TRIED HER.
SHE SAID SHE QUIT.

SHARONA QUIT?

YOU MEAN MONK'S ALONE?

OUT THERE IN PUBLIC?

[knocking on door]

HELLO?

ARE YOU BENJI?

YEAH, WHO ARE YOU?

I'M SHELDON BERGER,
DEPUTY MAYOR.

HEY, YOU LIKE SKATEBOARDING?

MOM!

SOMETHING HAPPENED TO MONK!

(Sharona)
FORGET IT.

MONK'S BEEN ONE STEP
AHEAD OF US ALL THE WAY,

BUT THE MAN CAN'T FUNCTION
WITHOUT YOU.

MM-HMM.

THE CITY OF SAN FRANCISCO
WOULD BE ETERNALLY GRATEFUL.

WOW.

THESE ARE REALLY GOOD.
DID YOU MAKE THESE?

THEY'RE OREOS, SHELDON.

THEY ARE?

(Benji)
THEY SAY OREOS ON THEM.

OH, YEAH.

EXACTLY HOW ETERNALLY GRATEFUL
WOULD THE CITY BE?

YOU TELL US, SHARONA.

WHATEVER YOU WANT.

(Benji)
SKATEBOARD TRACK.

MOM, MAKE HIM BUILD
A SKATEBOARD TRACK IN THE PARK.

OKAY, HERE'S THE DEAL.

I'LL FIND MONK
AND BRING HIM BACK,

AND YOU'LL OWE ME ONE.

ONE WHAT?

SOMEDAY, THERE'LL BE A KNOCK
ON YOUR DOOR.

WHATEVER I SAY,
WHATEVER I WANT,

YOU'LL HAVE TO SAY YES.

WITHIN REASON.

THEN FORGET IT.

OKAY, OKAY, OKAY!

NOT WITHIN REASON.

[clarinet music]

*

THAT WAS OUR SONG.

I'M SURE SHE HEARD YOU.

I DON'T SEE HOW.

SHE'S BEEN DEAD
FOR FOUR YEARS.

[chuckles]

WELCOME BACK.

NOW DON'T PRETEND
YOU'RE SURPRISED.

YOU KNOW, YOU WERE RIGHT
ABOUT THE CASES BEING CONNECTED.

NICOLE VASQUES
DID VOLUNTEER WORK

FOR THE ST. CLAIRE CAMPAIGN.

HOW'S IT FEEL
ALWAYS BEING RIGHT?

TERRIBLE.

COME ON, LET'S GO.

I DON'T KNOW
IF I'M GONNA BE ABLE

TO PULL THIS OFF.

ADRIAN, YOU'RE GONNA BE FINE.

SO ARE YOU EVER GONNA TELL ME

WHAT KIND OF DANCING YOU DID
IN ATLANTIC CITY?

BALLROOM.

REALLY?

[gunshot on TV]

(Monk)
CAMPAIGN VOLUNTEER.

CAMPAIGN VOLUNTEER.
WHAT DID SHE DO THERE?

OH, THIS AND THAT.

MOSTLY HELPING
THE BOOKKEEPER.

SHE QUIT
AFTER SEVEN WEEKS,

WHICH I'M TOLD
IS NOT UNUSUAL.

PRETTY SMALL CROWD.

HOW MANY TIMES YOU NEED
TO WATCH THAT, ADRIAN?

I'M MISSING
THE PRICE IS RIGHT.

THE RALLY.

I MEAN, WHY WOULD
GAVIN LLOYD SET IT THERE?

WEEKDAY IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE FINANCIAL DISTRICT.

THEY WERE JUST TALKING
ABOUT GAVIN LLOYD ON THE RADIO.

APPARENTLY HE WAS THIS

HOTSHOT POLITICAL GENIUS,

AND NOW THE NATIONAL PARTIES
WON'T EVEN TOUCH HIM.

WHY NOT?

WELL HE WAS NEVER
OFFICIALLY CHARGED,

BUT THE WORD IS
SOME CAMPAIGN CONTRIBUTIONS

GAVIN COLLECTED

WERE THERE ONE MINUTE
AND GONE THE NEXT.

OH, RIGHT.

IT WAS A SENATE RACE,
RIGHT?

IN NORTH CAROLINA.

ADRIAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

IT'S DENTED.

WHERE?

YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE IT.

I AM WHAT I AM.

LOOK, DO YOU WANT IT?

OF COURSE I WANT IT.

I'M NOT THE MENTAL CASE.

[gunshot on TV]

OH, LOOK, THIS ONE'S DENTED
TOO.

THAT'S FUNNY.
I KNOW.

I DON'T KNOW WHY
YOU SHOP AT THAT PLACE, ADRIAN.

[gunshot on TV]

105.

106.

107, 108.

109.

[tires squealing]

110.

[tires screeching]

122! 123! 124!

AAH!

[tires screech]

[engine revs]

YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN ME,
I'M TELLING YOU!

I HAVE THE MOVES.

NO, I WAS DIVING,
I WAS RUNNING.

I WAS DIVING OUT
OF THE WAY!

THAT'S GREAT, ADRIAN.

DON'T YOU GET IT?

IT MEANS WE'RE GETTING
CLOSE.

IT MEANS WE'RE MAKING SOMEBODY
NERVOUS.

I JUST CAN'T PICTURE YOU
OUTRUNNING A CAR.

I WASN'T EVEN RUNNING
MY FASTEST.

WHY NOT?
YOU KNOW.

ARE YOU TOUCHING
ALL THE POLES AGAIN?

YEAH, I WAS TOUCHING
THE POLES, YEAH.

ADRIAN MONK FOR GAVIN LLOYD.

HOW OLD WAS SHE?

25.

THAT'S HEARTBREAKING.

(Sharona)
SHE WORKED FOR FLO,
YOUR BOOKKEEPER.

SHE WAS HERE LAST SUMMER
FOR ABOUT SEVEN WEEKS.

WE GET KIDS LIKE THIS
ALL THE TIME.

EVERY CAMPAIGN DOES.
WE CALL THEM FLOATERS.

YOU KNOW, THEIR BOYFRIEND
COMES BACK,

THEY GET A NEW JOB,

PSHT, THEY'RE GONE.

SO FLO SAID THAT
YOU TOOK NICOLE ASIDE ONE DAY.

I DID?

YES, THIS WOULD'VE BEEN
LAST JULY SOMETIME.

AND YOU TALKED TO HER
FOR A WHILE

AND THEN SHE NEVER CAME BACK
TO WORK.

I TALK TO 100 KIDS EVERY DAY,
YOU KNOW?

MORE.

WE, UH, ACTUALLY,
AS A MATTER OF FACT,

WE LOST ANOTHER ONE
LAST WEEK.

CAR CRASH IN SAUSALITO.

HMM, YEAH.

WE HEARD ABOUT THAT.

SIR, I--

I DON'T PRETEND TO KNOW

MUCH ABOUT POLITICS...

VOTE FOR, UH, WARREN ST. CLAIRE.

THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

(Monk)
BUT WHAT WAS THE REASON

YOU HELD THE RALLY
AT THAT PLAZA.

HEART OF THE FINANCIAL DISTRICT.

WE WANTED TO ASSURE
THE BUSINESS COMMUNITY

THAT WARREN ST. CLAIRE
IS ON THEIR SIDE,

AND IT'S WORKING.

HAVE YOU SEEN
THE LATEST POLL NUMBERS?

YES, CONGRATULATIONS.

THANK YOU.

[whispers]
CHICAGO.

UH, THAT'S A CONFIDENTIAL
DOCUMENT.

SORRY.

THAT'S WHY WE SHRED IT.

SORRY.

OKAY, SORRY.

I HAVE A SUGGESTION,
MR. MONK.

I'M GONNA DO MY JOB.

SHE'LL DO HER JOB.

HE'LL DO HIS JOB.

AND YOU,

SIR, YOU AND MISS--

FLEMING.

FLEMING, GO OUT
AND DO YOUR JOB.

THANKS.
GOOD LUCK.

(Monk)
THANK YOU.

OKAY.

[throat clearing]

MR. MONK, SORRY TO KEEP YOU
WAITING.

(Sharona)
THAT'S OKAY.

YOU KNOW, MR. GOODMAN,

YOUR PAINTING IS VERY, UM...

I CAN'T THINK OF THE WORD.
IT'S...

SCARY.

I JUST GOT THAT PIECE.

SOMETHING ABOUT IT,
I JUST--

I JUST HAD TO HAVE IT.

YEAH.

YOU COULD TELL A LOT
ABOUT A PERSON

FROM HIS TASTE IN ART.
HE DID IT.

JUST A COUPLE
OF QUESTIONS, SIR.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU WORKED
FOR MR. ST. CLAIRE?

NINE YEARS.

I WAS THE FIRST PERSON
HE HIRED.

BUT HE NEVER MADE YOU PARTNER.

YOU DON'T SEE ME COMPLAINING.

I'M A LUCKY MAN.

I SEE YOU'VE BEEN
OUT OF TOWN.

UPSTATE.

MY FAMILY HAS A CABIN
ON ROCKAWAY LAKE.

I NEEDED SOME TIME
TO CLEAR MY THOUGHTS.

IT'S BEEN A HELL
OF A WEEK.

MR. GOODMAN, I'M SURE
OF TWO THINGS.

ONE--

ADRIAN.

ONE, YOUR CABIN
IS QUITE LOVELY.

AND TWO,
YOU WERE NOWHERE NEAR IT.

WHAT?

YOUR WRISTWATCH,
IT'S SET TWO HOURS AHEAD

TO CENTRAL TIME.

YOU HAVEN'T BEEN NORTH.

YOU'VE BEEN EAST.

UNLESS I'M WRONG WHICH,
YOU KNOW,

I'M NOT,
YOU WERE IN CHICAGO.

WELL, THAT'S CRAZY.

I DON'T KNOW ANYONE
IN CHICAGO.

YOU KNOW MIRANDA ST. CLAIRE.

SHE TOLD US SHE WAS GOING
TO DENVER,

BUT HER TRAVEL ITINERARY
SAID CHICAGO.

SO YOU SEE,
WHAT WE HAVE HERE, SHARONA,

ARE TWO CONSENTING ADULTS
BOTH LYING

ABOUT WHERE THEY SPENT
LAST NIGHT.

WHAT I'M ABOUT TO SAY
CAN'T LEAVE THIS ROOM.

MIRANDA AND I HAVE, UH,

BEEN TOGETHER TWICE.

SO LAST NIGHT MAKES THREE.

NO.

LAST NIGHT IT ENDED.

I SWEAR I DIDN'T WANT HER.

I WANTED TO HURT WARREN,

THE LEGENDARY
WARREN ST. CLAIRE.

I WAS SICK OF BEING
HIS KEY CHAIN.

YOU--YOU SAY YOU WANTED
TO HURT HIM.

NO, NO, NO.

I DIDN'T MEAN--

I WOULDN'T REALLY HURT HIM.

OH, OF COURSE NOT.

YOU JUST WANTED
TO HUMP HIS WIFE.

LOOK, YOU WANT TO CHARGE ME
WITH SOMETHING,

YOU CALL MY LAWYER.

WHAT IS THIS?

WHAT?

IT'S ME, ISN'T IT?

LOOK...

I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.

ALL RIGHT, THIS MEETING
IS OVER.

HE'S GONE.

[cell phone rings]

IT'S ME, ISN'T IT?

HELLO?

ISN'T IT?

OKAY.

[whispers]
IT'S ME.

HEY, THEY GOT HIM.
WE GOTTA GO.

THEY GOT HIM.

COME ON.

THE FBI COUGHED UP A MAJOR FILE
ON THIS GUY IAN SYKES,

EX SPECIAL FORCES.

LAST APRIL,
HE PURCHASED A SCOPE

FOR A WEATHERBY
FIBERMARK RIFLE.

YOU GUYS STAY HERE
UNTIL WE'RE INSIDE, ALL RIGHT?

DID HE MENTION
HOW TALL HE WAS?

YES, HE'S 6'5" TALL.

I GOT LUCKY.

[grunts]

POLICE! POLICE!

GO, GO! CLEAR!

POLICE! COME OUT!

SLOW, EASY!

ARE YOU ALONE?

[siren in distance]

YOU DON'T HAVE TO KEEP
APOLOGIZING, SIR.

EVERYBODY MAKES MISTAKES.

THE FACT IS, I WAS 6'5".

ONCE.

YOU DID BUY A SCOPE FOR
A WEATHERBY FIBERMARK RIFLE?

YES, SIR.

FOR MY FATHER.

HE HUNTS ALONE NOW.

THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS AREN'T
EXACTLY HANDICAP ACCESSIBLE.

MM-HMM.

SORRY.

OKAY, BOYS AND GIRLS,
THE BEAT GOES ON.

WE'VE GOT TO TALK
TO THAT PROFILER AGAIN.

CALL THE MAYOR.

TELL HIM

WE'RE BACK AT SQUARE ONE.

WHAT?

YOUR SHOES.

YES?

THEY'RE ALL SCUFFED UP,

AND THEY'VE GOT
LITTLE CREASES IN THEM.

YEAH, MY SHOES
ARE SCUFFED UP, MONK.

THEY'RE NOT SPOTLESS
LIKE YOURS

BECAUSE
I ACTUALLY USE THEM.

HIS WERE ALL SCUFFED UP TOO.

CALL UP SWAT.

YOU GO GET IN YOUR CAR.

GO. GO, GO, GO, GO, GO.

GET HIM OUT OF HERE.

GO!

GO!

[siren]

STOTTLEMEYER SAID
WE'D BE SAFER OVER HERE.

THAT'S A CROCK.

HE PUT US
IN THE CHEAP SEATS

SO HE COULD TAKE
ALL THE CREDIT.

OH, GREAT.
THE BATTERY'S DEAD.

LOOK, I GOTTA CHECK
ON BENJI.

STAY HERE AND DON'T MOVE.

I'M GONNA FIND A PHONE.

WELL, HURRY.

I WILL, I PROMISE.

[engine starts]

(man)
READY?

[siren]

HEY.

HEY!

HEY.

OVER--OVER HERE!

HEY!

HE'S HERE!

HEY, WHAT ARE YOU--

CALL THE--

GET--

[sighs]

COME ON.

DON'T LOOK DOWN.

DON'T LOOK DOWN.
DON'T LOOK UP.

DON'T LOOK DOWN.

UH...

[small grunts]

DON'T LOOK DOWN.

DON'T LOOK DOWN.

DON'T LOOK DOWN.

EXCUSE ME.

YOU--YOU--

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT
TO REMAIN SILENT.

WHAT, HE ACTUALLY
SAID "EXCUSE ME"

AND THEN HE CRAWLED
OVER YOU?

NO, NO, IT WAS MORE LIKE
HE CRAWLED AROUND ME.

GOOD WORK, DETECTIVE.

YOU KNOW, I DON'T THINK
HE RECOGNIZED ME,

BEFORE, UP IN HIS ROOM,

OR JUST NOW
ON THE FIRE ESCAPE.

WHICH MEANS WHAT?

WHICH MEANS HE'S NOT THE GUY
WHO TRIED TO RUN ME DOWN.

I THINK WE'RE LOOKING
FOR TWO DIFFERENT GUYS.

WELL, IF ONLY
WE HAD HIM IN CUSTODY,

WE COULD HAVE
QUESTIONED HIM.

ALL RIGHT, LET ME
GET THIS STRAIGHT NOW.

YOU--I'M CONFUSED, MONK.

YOU SAY YOU WANT YOUR BADGE
BACK, IS THAT RIGHT?

YOU WANT YOUR BADGE BACK
SO YOU CAN PROTECT

THE PEOPLE OF THIS CITY
FROM RAPISTS AND MURDERERS,

AS LONG AS THEY DON'T
CLIMB ANY LADDERS

OR RUN ACROSS ANY BIG,
BAD, SCARY BRIDGES.

IS THAT RIGHT?

GIVE HIM A BREAK,
CAPTAIN.

NO, NO.
YOU GIVE ME A BREAK!

LOOK, YOU WANT
TO CARRY A GUN?

ARE YOU GONNA CARRY
A LOADED GUN

AND HAVE OTHER COPS
DEPEND ON YOU?

NO.

NO, NO,
I DON'T THINK SO.

YOU'RE OFF THE CASE.

OH, BITE ME.

I'M SORRY,
WHAT DID YOU SAY?

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

LELAND, THIS ISN'T
ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TODAY.

IS IT?

THIS IS ABOUT YOU AND ME.

THIS IS ABOUT
YOU AND ME.

NO. NO, MONK.

THIS ISN'T PERSONAL.

THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS,

THE MOST WANTED MAN
IN THE CITY GOT AWAY

BECAUSE YOU GOT DIZZY!

AM I RIGHT?

DON'T EXPECT THE MAYOR
TO HELP YOU EITHER,

BECAUSE AFTER THIS,
YOU'RE A LEPER.

WHAT IS THAT,
YOUR TOUGH LOOK?

HEY, MOM,
WHAT'S HE DOING?

THIS IS WHERE
HIS WIFE WAS--

THIS IS WHERE MRS. MONK
PASSED AWAY.

OH.

[car door opens, closes]

HEY, MONK.

HEY, MONK.

BENJI, BE CAREFUL.

SHE--SHE MUST HAVE
BEEN MEETING

SOMEBODY, BUT WHO?

WAS IT A STORY
SHE WAS WORKING ON?

I DON'T KNOW.

AND I CAN'T SEE IT,

AND WHY CAN'T I SEE IT?

I THINK YOU'RE
TOO CLOSE TO IT, MONK.

[grunts]

BENJI!

IS HE OKAY?

HE'S OKAY.

YEAH, I'M OKAY.

[tires squeal,
voices echoing]

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I
TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL?

HOW MANY?

(Benji)
DON'T WORRY, I'M OKAY.

YOU COULD HAVE
KILLED YOURSELF,

AND I'M GONNA TAKE IT AWAY
IF YOU DON'T WATCH IT.

ARE YOU OKAY?

(Benji)
I'M OKAY.

ARE YOU OKAY?

(Benji)
YEAH, I'M OKAY.

ARE YOU OKAY?

I'M OKAY.

DID YOU HEAR THAT?

YEAH, IT'S AN ECHO.

YOU HAVE TO GET OUT MORE.

BENJI, BE CAREFUL.

OKAY.

WHAT?

WHAT?

I'VE GOT IT.

YOU GOT WHAT?

YOU KNOW WHO DID IT?

[groans]

YOU KNOW WHO TRIED TO KILL
ST. CLAIRE?

MONK, WHO DID IT?

YOU'RE NOT GONNA TELL ME
WHO DID IT?

IT DOESN'T MATTER.

THEY'RE NOT GONNA
LISTEN TO ME.

YOU HEARD THE CAPTAIN.

I'M A LEPER.

[knocks]

HI, SHARONA.

HEY, SHELDON.

UM, CAN I COME IN?

YEAH.

OKAY.

I NEED EVERYBODY
TO STAND EXACTLY

WHERE THEY WERE
AFTER THE SHOTS WERE FIRED.

MRS. ST. CLAIRE,
YOU WERE STANDING RIGHT HERE.

WHAT IS THE POINT?

WE KNOW WHO TRIED
TO KILL MY HUSBAND.

IT WAS THAT LUNATIC,
WHAT'S HIS NAME.

IAN SYKES.

HE'S PROBABLY HALFWAY
TO MEXICO BY NOW.

THAT'S TRUE.
MR. GOODMAN, IF YOU WOULD.

THAT'S TRUE,
IAN SYKES GOT AWAY.

YES, HE DID.

YES, AND I FEEL TERRIBLE
ABOUT THAT,

BUT TODAY WE'RE LOOKING
FOR HIS ACCOMPLICE,

THE PERSON WHO HIRED
IAN SYKES.

ARE YOU A POKER PLAYER,
MR. MONK?

BECAUSE YOU'RE EITHER
BLUFFING YOUR ASS OFF HERE

OR YOU'RE SITTING
ON A VERY SWEET HAND.

WELL, LET'S FIND OUT.

SIR, ALL WEEK LONG,
I HAVE BEEN WRACKING MY BRAIN,

WHO WOULD WANT TO TAKE
A SHOT AT YOU?

THEN LAST NIGHT,
IT OCCURRED TO ME.

MAYBE WE'VE ALL BEEN ASKING
THE WRONG QUESTION.

MAYBE THE SHOOTER HIT EXACTLY
WHAT HE WAS AIMING AT--

YOUR BODYGUARD.

THAT'S INSANE. WHO'D WANT
TO HURT JASON RONDSTADT?

THAT'S NOT EXACTLY
SHOWING INITIATIVE.

RIGHT, BUT WHAT IF--

WHAT IF JASON RONDSTADT

WAS THE BODYGUARD
WHO KNEW TOO MUCH?

YOU WERE DIPPING
INTO THE WAR CHEST AGAIN.

[laughs]

YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING.

THAT'S OLD NEWS, MONK.

MR. ST. CLAIRE,
BEAR WITH ME, PLEASE, SIR.

ON YOUR MARK.

HERE'S WHAT I THINK
HAPPENED.

NICOLE VASQUES
WAS GOING OVER THE BOOKS

AND SOME NUMBERS
DIDN'T ADD UP.

UH, EXCUSE ME, SIR,
I WAS JUST WONDERING

IF I COULD TALK TO YOU
FOR A SEC.

IT SEEMS THAT
A LARGE SUM OF MONEY

IS GOING INTO A DIFFERENT
ACCOUNT, AND I--
OKAY, WHERE?

(Monk)
SHE ASKED YOU ABOUT IT,

AND YOU BRUSHED HER OFF.

THANKS FOR CATCHING THAT,
HONEY.

THAT'S WHAT I PAY YOU FOR.

ALL RIGHT, I'LL LOOK
INTO IT, ALL RIGHT?

MAYBE YOU EVEN ACCUSED HER
OF STEALING THE MONEY.

[laughs]

CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS GUY?

YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR MIND.

OUT OF YOUR MIND.

YOU STARTED TO WORRY
THE GIRL MIGHT TALK.

YOU COULDN'T BUY HER OFF.

SHE HAD A LITTLE SOMETHING
WE CALL INTEGRITY.

SO YOU DECIDED TO HIRE
SOMEBODY TO KILL HER.

BUT WHO?

YOU ASKED JASON RONDSTADT,

BUT HE TURNED YOU DOWN.

YOU WERE IN HELL,

SURROUNDED
BY HONEST PEOPLE.

I DON'T HAVE TO STAND HERE
AND LISTEN TO THIS.

YES, YOU DO.
YES, YOU DO.

OKAY.

THANKS, CAPTAIN.

YOU KEPT SHOPPING AROUND.

YOU FOUND A PROFESSIONAL,
IAN SYKES.

SYKES KILLED THE GIRL,

BUT YOU STILL
HAD ONE LOOSE END LEFT--

JASON RONDSTADT,
THE FIRST GUY YOU ASKED.

I MEAN, HELL,
THAT'S ALL RIGHT.

FLYING 17 COMBAT MISSIONS
IN THE GULF WASN'T EASY.

FLYING A FLEET OF...

[gunshot,
people screaming]

(Monk)
KILLING JASON RONDSTADT
IN PUBLIC WAS BRILLIANT,

'CAUSE EVERYONE ASSUMED IT WAS
AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT,

AND YOU GOT A TWO-FER.

YOUR PROBLEM WAS ELIMINATED,

AND YOUR CANDIDATE
GETS TO LOOK HEROIC.

I DON'T SUPPOSE
YOU'RE GONNA BE ABLE

TO PROVE ANY OF THIS?

WELL, HERE WAS YOUR MISTAKE.

MY MISTAKE?

HEY.

THIS PHOTOGRAPH WAS TAKEN
SECONDS AFTER THE SHOOTING.

THAT'S YOU, ISN'T IT,
POINTING UP AT THE SNIPER?

YEAH, YEAH. SO WHAT?

HE'S UP THERE!

(man)
I NEED AN AMBULANCE.

UP THERE!

MOBILE UNITS NOW!
NOW!

YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE
POINTING.

HOW DID YOU KNOW
WHERE HE WAS?

BECAUSE I SAW HIM.
HE WAS RIGHT UP THERE.

LOOK.

OH, YEAH, I ALMOST FORGOT.

GENTLEMEN.

GENTLEMEN, IF YOU PLEASE.

LAST THURSDAY,
THERE WERE APPROXIMATELY

400 BALLOONS RIGHT HERE.

THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY

YOU COULD HAVE KNOWN
WHERE IAN SYKES WAS.

YOU HIRED THE MAN.

THIS IS TOTALLY RIDICULOUS.

I MEAN,
IT ALL HAPPENED SO FAST.

IT WAS CHAOTIC.

IT WAS CHAOS.

MAYBE I, UH,
MAYBE I DIDN'T SEE HIM.

MAYBE I HEARD THE SHOTS.

(Monk)
BUT YOU--

YOU HEARD THEM.

YES, I DEFINITELY HEARD THEM,
DEFINITELY HEARD THEM.

WE ALL HEARD THEM,

AND THEY WERE COMING
FROM UP THERE.

WELL, IF THAT'S TRUE,

THEN YOU WON'T HAVE
ANY TROUBLE HEARING SHARONA.

SHE IS UP THERE
IN ONE OF THESE BUILDINGS

WITH A STARTER'S PISTOL.

HECKLE, THIS IS JEKYL.

ARE YOU ALL SET?

ANY TIME, JEKYL.

LET'S DO IT.

[gunshot]

[shot echoes]

(Monk)
IT'S KIND OF LIKE
AN ECHO CHAMBER, ISN'T IT?

WANT TO TAKE
ANOTHER CHANCE?

HECKLE, WE'RE GOING
FOR BEST OUT OF THREE.

[gunshot]

[shot echoes]

THERE.

THERE?

NO.

UH...

OVER THERE.

ARE YOU SURE?

OH, MY GOD.

NO, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.

DO IT AGAIN.

DO IT AGAIN!

AND YOU CALLED YOURSELF
MY MOSES.

(Monk)
AND LIKE THE REAL MOSES,

HE WON'T BE JOINING YOU
IN THE PROMISED LAND.

UH...

WARREN, I DIDN'T HAVE
ANY CHOICE!

THAT GIRL NICOLE,
SHE WOULD HAVE BURIED ME!

SHE WOULD HAVE
BURIED BOTH OF US!

WARREN!

[gunshot]

OKAY, SHARONA,
CUT IT OUT.

THAT'S ENOUGH.
WE GOT HIM.

IT'S OVER.
IT'S ALL OVER.

SHARONA?

LET'S GO!
GET EVERYBODY OUT OF HERE!

GO, GO!
GO!
GO!

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

OH, MY GOD, IT'S SYKES.

HE'S HERE.

SYKES?
WHAT'S HE DOING HERE?

I THINK HE
AND GAVIN ARE HAVING

SOME KIND OF
CONTRACT DISPUTE.

[gunshot]

[siren in distance]

(Sharona)
HE'S LEAVING.

I'M GONNA FOLLOW HIM.

(Monk)
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

SHARONA,
JUST STAY PUT.

HE'S STASHING HIS GUN.

HE'S GOING DOWNSTAIRS.

ALL RIGHT,
JUST STAY PUT.

STAY RIGHT
WHERE YOU ARE.

WHO DOES SHE
THINK SHE IS?

I DON'T KNOW.
LOIS LANE.

HE'S IN THE BOILER ROOM.

SHARONA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
I'VE LOST YOU.

[sirens]

OKAY, WE'VE GOT HIM.
BLOCK IT OFF.

COVER EVERY DOOR,
EVERY WINDOW.

HE'S NOT COMING OUT.

WHAT?
NO.

HE EXPECTS YOU
TO COVER THE STREET.

HE'S GOT SOME OTHER WAY.
HE HAS A PLAN.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?

'CAUSE HE'S SMART.

SHARONA.
KEEP AN EYE ON HIM.

GO IN BACK.

HOW MANY GUYS
YOU GOT IN THE BACK?

(Sharona)
MONK,

HE'S GOING THROUGH A DOOR.

I THINK IT'S A TUNNEL.
I'M GONNA FOLLOW HIM.

ON THREE, LET'S GO,
LET'S GO! EVERYBODY UP!

WE'LL FIND HIM, MONK,

IF WE SECURE THE EXITS,
THEN WE WORK TOP TO BOTTOM.

GIVE ME THAT.

WHAT ABOUT SHARONA?
HE MIGHT HAVE SHARONA?

WE'LL TAKE CARE OF SHARONA.
NOW JUST STAY HERE.

MONK, CAN YOU HEAR--
[loud clang]

[gasps]

[clears throat]

MONK.

EHH!

[groans]

[whispering]
ADRIAN, CAN YOU HEAR ME?

I CAN'T HEAR YOU.

[coughs]

[groans]

[coughs]

[groans]

[whimpers]

MONK, WHERE ARE--

[gasps]

OH, GREAT.
A HOSTAGE.

(Sharona)
HELP!

[groaning in disgust]

[Sharona gasping]

WE'VE GOT
THE UPSTAIRS SECURED.

GOOD, NOW DO THE BASEMENT,
AND WATCH YOUR BACK.

UH, CAPTAIN,
HAVE YOU SEEN MONK?

NO, WHY?

HE'S, UH, GOT MY GUN.

[Sharona screams]

[sign splashes in water]

[splash echoes]

[Sharona screams]

[Sharona whimpers]

[squeaks]

[whimpers]

[Monk wails]

HELP! HELP, HELP!

HELP!

[groans]

[pants]

(Monk)
HOLD IT!

I HAVE A GUN!

SYKES, HOLD IT!

AAH! STOP IT!

[water rushes]

[groans]

SHOOT HIM!

I'M NOT BLUFFING!

[weakly]
I HAVE A GUN.

OH!

AAH! STOP IT!

[Sharona gasps]

[Sharona screams]

[groaning in disgust]

(Sharona)
WILL YOU SHOOT HIM?!

AAH!

LET HER GO, SYKES.

[grunts]

LET--LET HER GO!

[gunshot]

[Sharona whimpers]

MONK!

[gunshot]

(Sharona)
WHAT THE HELL
WERE YOU THINKING?

(Monk)
YOU KEPT SAYING,
SHOOT HIM, SHOOT HIM!

(Sharona)
ADRIAN, UGH!
I COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!

(Monk)
I KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING!

I WAS AIMING HIGH!

HE'S, LIKE,
20 FEET TALL!

WHAT IF YOU MISSED?
YOU COULD HAVE MISSED!

OH, RIGHT.

HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED?
THE GUY'S KING KONG.

WHAT IF IT RICOCHETED?

WELL, THAT--THAT'S TRUE.
I DIDN'T THINK OF THAT.

HELLO?

SNOWMEN.

[indistinct chatter]

SHH! GIVE ME THE GUN,
GIVE ME THE GUN.

[indistinct police radio
dispatch]

HERE HE IS.

COME AND MEET
A GENUINE HERO.

MR. MONK,

ON BEHALF OF MYSELF,

MIRANDA,

AND THE CITY
OF SAN FRANCISCO,

I WANT TO THANK YOU.

WELL DONE.

WELL DONE.

OVER HERE, SIR,
PLEASE.

ONE QUESTION TO, UH...

MR. MONK, WHAT NEXT?

WHAT'S NEXT FOR YOU...

PLEASE, MR. MONK,
OVER HERE, PLEASE.

MR. MONK!

[voices fade]

MY SON WANTS
YOUR AUTOGRAPH.

REALLY. NO, NO,
YOU'RE HIS HERO.

HE--HE PUT YOUR PICTURE
UP ON THE WALL.

OH, WELL, I'D BE HAPPY
TO MEET THE BOY,

BUT ANYBODY WOULD
HAVE DONE THE SAME THING.

I DON'T KNOW
ABOUT THAT, ADRIAN.

I MEAN, THERE WERE 20 COPS
AT THAT SCENE.

NOBODY DID WHAT YOU DID.

OH, WELL...

YOU KNOW, I THINK WE'RE MAKING
SOME REAL PROGRESS HERE,

AND I THINK--
I THINK IT MIGHT BE TIME

THAT I TALK
TO THE DEPARTMENT

ABOUT REINSTATEMENT.

WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?

I CAN'T PROMISE ANYTHING.

NO, I UNDERSTAND.

I CAN ONLY MAKE
A RECOMMENDATION, OKAY?

I UNDERSTAND.
ALL RIGHT.

AND THEY MIGHT WANT YOU TO MEET
WITH SOME OTHER DOCTORS.

NO PROBLEM.

ALL RIGHT, BUT IT'S NOT
GONNA BE THAT EASY, ADRIAN.

I MEAN, THERE'S GONNA
BE MORE TESTING.

OH, YEAH, LET'S DO IT.

I WANT TO TAKE THEM
RIGHT NOW.

I MEAN IT, I WANT TO TAKE THEM
RIGHT NOW.

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

[woman coughing]

GOING DOWN?

[coughing]

SEE YOU NEXT WEEK.

OKAY.

[woman blowing
her nose]

HOW'D IT GO?

HMM. YOU KNOW.

AH, DON'T WORRY.
WE'LL GET 'EM NEXT TIME.

COME ON, I'LL MAKE YOU
SOME DINNER.

OH, YEAH, IT'S TUESDAY.

TUESDAY NIGHT
IS CHICKEN POT PIE.

YOU KNOW, ACTUALLY,
I THOUGHT WE'D TRY

SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT
THIS WEEK.

I'M--I'M--I'M KIDDING.

I'M KIDDING.

JUST KIDDING.

ADRIAN, YOU MISSED ONE.

4...

5...
[giggles]

6...

[giggles]
7...

8...

9...

10...

[chuckles]
11...

12.