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-[air drill whirring] -[indistinct chatter]

Okay, make me happy.

We found it wedged under the passenger seat.

In his hat.

-Third name from the bottom. -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 he do all this?

Can he 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.

Well…

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?

["It's a Jungle Out There" by Randy Newman playing]

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Disorder and confusion everywhere ♪

♪ No one seems to care ♪

♪ Well, I do ♪

♪ Hey, who's in charge here? ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Poison in the very air we breathe ♪

♪ Do you know What's in the water that you drink? ♪

♪ Well, I do, and it's a-ma-zing ♪

♪ People think I'm crazy 'Cause I worry all the time ♪

♪ If you paid attention You'd be worried too ♪

♪ You'd better pay attention Or this world we love so much ♪

♪ Might just kill you ♪

♪ I could be wrong now ♪

♪ But I don't think so ♪

♪ 'Cause it's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

[knock on door]

[Benjy] Hello?

Are you Benjy?

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? -[Benjy] They say Oreos on them.

Oh, yeah.

Exactly how eternally grateful would the city be?

You tell us, Sharona.

Whatever you want.

[Benjy] 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 playing]

[clarinet music continues]

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.

[clears throat]

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 and screaming 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.

[Monk] 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-- In North Carolina.

Adrian, what are you doing?

It's dented.

[sighs]

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.

[gunshot on TV]

[suspenseful music playing]

One hundred and five.

One hundred and six.

One hundred and seven, 108.

One hundred and nine.

[tires screech]

One hundred and ten.

[tires screech]

[upbeat quirky music playing]

Hundred and twenty-two, 123, 124!

[screams]

[tires screech]

[engine revs]

You should've seen me, I'm telling you! I had the moves.

No, I was diving, I was running. I was diving out of the way!

-That's great. -Don't you get it?

It means we're getting close. It means we're making somebody nervous.

-I can't picture you outrunning a car. -I wasn't even running my fastest.

-Why not? -You know.

Were you touching all the poles again?

Yeah, I was touching the poles.

Adrian Monk for Gavin Lloyd.

How old was she?

Twenty-five.

That's heartbreaking.

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. Their boyfriend comes back,

they get a new job… [whistles] …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, 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-- 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-- 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, yes, congratulations. -[Gavin] Yeah.

[chuckles] Thank you.

[whispering] Chicago.

Uh, that's a confidential document.

Sorry.

That's why we shredded it.

-Sorry. -That's not okay.

-Sorry. -Okay.

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.

[Monk clears throat]

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 had to have it. -Yeah.

You could tell a lot about a person from his taste in art.

He did it, I'm telling you.

Just a couple of questions, sir.

How long have you worked for Mr. St. Claire?

Nine years. I was the first person he hired.

He never made you partner.

You don't see me complaining. I'm a lucky man.

I see you've been out of town.

Uh, 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…

[clears throat] I wanted to hurt Warren,

the legendary Warren St. Claire.

I was sick of being his keychain.

You-- You say you wanted to hurt him.

No, no, no, I--

I didn't mean-- I wouldn't really hurt him.

Oh, of course not.

You just wanted to hump his wife.

You wanna charge me with something, you call my lawyer.

[Monk] What is this?

What?

It's me, isn't it?

Look… I don't have time for this.

All right, this meeting is over.

[door slams shut]

-He's gone. -[cell phone rings]

It's me, isn't it?

Hello?

Isn't it?

Okay.

[whispering] 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.

[upbeat suspenseful music playing]

[grunts]

Police! Police!

Go, go! Clear!

Police! Come out!

Slow! Easy!

You alone?

[faint sirens wailing]

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.

[captain] 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?

[indistinct radio chatter]

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!

[tense music playing]

Go!

-[sirens wailing] -[indistinct radio chatter]

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 Benjy.

Stay here and don't move.

I'm gonna find a phone.

Well, hurry.

I will, I promise.

[engine starts]

-[male officer] Ready? -[sirens wailing]

Hey.

Hey!

He…

Over-- Over here!

[quirky suspenseful music playing]

Hey!

He's here!

Hey, what are you…

[quirky suspenseful music continues]

Call the…

Get…

[sighs]

Come on.

[quirky suspenseful music continues]

Don't look down.

Don't look down. Don't look up.

Don't look down.

Uh…

[grunts]

Don't look down.

Don't look.

Excuse me.

You… You…

You have the… right to… remain silent.

[quirky suspenseful music continues]

He actually said "excuse me" and then he crawled over you?

No, no, it was more like he crawled around me.

Good work, Detective.

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… I think we're looking for two different guys.

If only we had him in custody, we could've questioned him.

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.

-He feels terrible! -No, you give me a break!

Look, you wanna carry a gun?

Are you gonna carry a loaded gun and have other cops depend on you?

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?

This better be important, because I've been made.

I gotta just--

You gotta be kidding.

[gunshot]

[screams]

[water splashes]

[tires squeal]

[melancholic music playing]

Hey, Mom, what's he doing?

This is where his wife was…

This is where Mrs. Monk passed away.

Oh.

[melancholic music continues]

[car door opens, closes]

[Sharona] Hey, Monk.

[Benjy] Hey, Monk.

Benjy, be careful.

She-- She must've 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.

[groans]

Benjy!

Is he okay?

-He's okay. -Yeah, I'm okay.

[tires squealing echoing]

[echoing] How many times have I told you to be careful?

-How many? -Don't worry, I'm okay.

You could've killed yourself.

I'm gonna take it away if you don't watch it.

-I'm fine. -Are you okay?

[Benjy] I'm okay.

[raising voice, echoing] Are you okay?

[Benjy] Yeah, I'm okay.

-Are you okay?! -I'm okay.

-What are you-- -Did you hear that?

Yeah, it's an echo.

You have to get out more.

Benjy, be careful.

[Benjy] 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.

[melancholic music playing]

[knocks on door]

Hi, Sharona.

Hey, Sheldon.

Um, can I come in?

Yeah.

O-kay.

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?

-[Jesse] 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 racking my brain,

who would wanna 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 wanna hurt Jason Rondstadt?

That's not exactly showing initiative.

Right, but what if…

what if Jason Rondstadt…

was the bodyguard who knew too much?

[tense music playing]

You were dipping into the war chest again.

[laughs]

You gotta be kidding.

That's old news, Monk.

Mr. St. Claire, bear with me, 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… -Yeah.

…I was just wondering if I could talk to you.

-Yeah. -It seems that a large sum of money

-is going into a different account-- -Where?

[Monk] She asked you about it, and you brushed her off.

Thanks for catching that.

That's what I pay you for.

All right, I'll look into it.

Maybe you even accused her of stealing the money.

[chuckles awkwardly]

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 it was time 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.

[chuckles] 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] -[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? -So what?

He's up there!

[man] I need an ambulance.

-Up there! -[man] All 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've 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] You--

-You heard them. -Yes.

I 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 finding Sharona.

What?

She is up there in one of these buildings

with a starter's pistol.

Heckle, this is Jeckle.

Are you all set?

Any time, Jeckle.

Let's do it.

[gunshot]

[shot echoes]

[Monk] It's kinda 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] Like the real Moses,

he won't be joining you in the Promised Land.

[inhales deeply] Uh…

W-- Warren, I didn't have any choice! That girl Nicole, she would've buried me!

She would've buried both of us!

Warren!

[gunshot]

Okay, Sharona, cut it out. That's enough. We got him.

It's over. It's all over.

[tense music playing]

Sharona?

-Let's go! -Get everybody out of here!

-Go, 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]

[faint sirens wailing]

He's leaving. I'm gonna follow him.

Where are you going? Sharona, just stay put.

[whispering] He's stashing his gun.

[Sharona] 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.

[suspenseful music playing]

He's in the boiler room.

Sharona-- [breathes heavily] I can't hear you. I've lost you.

-[sirens wailing] -Come back.

Okay, we've got him. Block it off.

Cover every door, every window.

[suspenseful music continues]

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. Come back. -Keep an eye on him.

How many guys you got in the back?

Monk, he's going through a door.

I think it's a tunnel. I'm gonna follow him.

-[man] On three, let's go! -[man 2] Everybody up!

-[indistinct shouting] -We'll find him, Monk.

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. Stay here.

[suspenseful music continues]

[metallic thud]

[suspenseful music continues]

Monk, can you hear me--

-[loud static] -[gasps]

[groans]

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!

[suspenseful music continues]

Ugh.

Ugh.

[Sharona gasps]

We've got 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.

[suspenseful music continues]

[Sharona screams]

[sign splashes in water]

[splash echoes]

[Sharona screams]

[Sharona whimpers]

-[rat squeaks] -[whimpers]

[Monk wails]

Help! Monk, help!

Help!

[groans]

[panting]

[Monk] Hold it!

I have a gun!

Sykes, hold it!

[screams] Shoot him!

[water rushes]

[groans]

Shoot him!

I'm not bluffing!

[weakly] I have a gun.

[Sharona groans]

[screams] Monk, shoot him!

[Sharona gasps]

[Sharona screams]

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

[Sharona] Will you shoot him? [screams]

-Let her go, Sykes. -[grunts]

Let-- Let her go!

[electrical zap]

[Sharona whimpers]

[Sharona] Monk!

[gunshot]

-What the hell were you thinking? -You kept saying, "Shoot him!"

[Sharona] Adrian, ugh! I could've 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've 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 radio chatter]

Here he is.

-Come and meet a genuine hero. -Congratulations, Mr. Monk.

Mr. Monk…

on behalf of myself,

Miranda,

and the city of San Francisco,

I wanna thank you.

Well done.

Well done.

-Over here, sir, please. -Can we have a statement?

-Mr. Monk, what next? -What's next for you…

Mr. Monk, can I get a picture, please?

Mr. Monk, over here, please.

Mr. Monk!

[voices fade]

[sentimental music playing]

[Dr. Kroger] My son wants your autograph.

-Really. -[chuckles]

No, no, you're-- you're his hero.

He-- He put your picture up on the wall.

Well… I'd be happy to meet the boy,

but anybody would've done the same thing.

I don't know about that, Adrian.

I-- I mean, there were 20 cops at that scene.

Nobody did what you did.

Oh, well…

I-- 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.

It's not gonna be that easy. There's gonna be more testing.

Oh, yeah, let's do it. I wanna take them right now.

-I wanna take them right now. -All right.

[woman coughing]

Going down?

[woman coughing]

See you next week.

Okay.

[woman blows nose]

[quirky upbeat music playing]

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.

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.

Four.

-Five. -[giggles]

Six.

-[giggles] -Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

Twelve.

I think you're doing better, Adrian.

Next time. We'll get 'em next time.

Yeah. [sniffles]

[theme music playing]