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[ambulance siren blaring]

[Lou] Jerry, I'm a reasonable man.

You're a semi-reasonable man.

You talk to Mr. Kramer, I'll talk to Mrs. Kramer,

maybe everybody can move an inch or two on this.

Hang on. Who's the lucky guy?

None of your business.

-You okay? -Yeah.

Okay.

[Lou] Jerry, you say that again,

I'm going to take you to court for the sport of it.

[Lou] Yeah.

Oh, God.

Take any-- Take anything you want.

Wait-- Oh!

[elevator bell dings]

[Lou gasping]

[Lou grunting]

[Lou gagging]

[phone off-hook tone blaring]

[woman] Lou?

[off-hook tone continues]

Lou?

[gasps] Oh!

[screams]

[theme song playing]

[Monk] She's always with me.

Every time I close my eyes,

she's always 34 years old.

She's always wearing the same dress.

And she's always so--

[Dr. Kroger] Adrian?

[Dr. Kroger] I have something to say.

It's been four years since you lost Trudy.

That-- that's a long time.

-It is? -Yeah.

Have you ever considered dating again?

No.

I've thought about thinking about it.

And, what, you don't follow through because…?

It's inconceivable.

I can't think about anything--

life, other people,

until I find out who murdered her.

Adrian?

Adrian?

This pebble or something has been driving me crazy all day.

W-would you say that Trudy was the perfect woman?

You know that phrase, "my better half"?

I never really thought about it much until she died.

She was my better half.

I love that phrase.

My better half.

My better-- Ah, yes, there it is.

[dramatic theme playing]

That's it?

I have sensitive feet.

Do you have a copy of the case file?

Nope, not an extra one.

We're supposed to have a copy.

Can I ask you something?

Why are you even here?

Here because the victim was a friend of the mayor's.

Yeah, I know, they were golfing buddies.

His Honor wanted to make sure you didn't screw everything up.

The scene is cold.

[Disher] Party's pretty much over.

-Went down Monday night. -[Monk] Forty-eight hours.

I really need to be here from the beginning.

Adrian, Adrian, that is not true.

There must have been a dozen cops through here.

Adrian, you promised the mayor.

Okay, look at--

Look at me.

And stay calm.

Okay?

You're the best.

There was a struggle.

The victim was stabbed.

Yeah, that's right.

How do you know he was stabbed?

I mean, he could have been shot.

No, you can smell gun powder residue

in a room this size for four days.

You can?

He can.

And then the victim was strangled too.

Yeah. You wouldn't happen to know with what?

Uh, phone cord.

You can see, it's-- it's stretched out.

Oh, yeah.

We--we must have missed that.

What happened here?

[Disher] His assistant walked in.

She was stabbed too.

D.O.A. at hospital.

Two victims.

I wanna see more.

This is all moot, Monk.

We already have a suspect.

Who's that?

His name is Lawrence Grayson.

Pratt was his attorney.

They lost a case about a year and a half ago.

I guess, uh, Grayson wasn't a very satisfied client.

A year and a half.

That's what I call holding a grudge.

He burned something?

He burned his own file. The guy was a moron.

Duplicate copies all over the office

-he didn't even touch. -Why didn't he…

take the file with him and burn it later?

Captain figured he panicked.

[sighs] It doesn't make sense.

What doesn't?

The whole thing.

I want to talk to this Grayson.

Okay.

But I should tell you

Stottlemeyer's not happy you're on the case.

Did he say something?

He didn't have to.

I've been working with him for four years now.

I know him.

You pick up little signs.

-[dog barking] -[Stottlemeyer] Your name?

-Stuben. -Everything with lawyer's name on,

you bag it-- you don't walk around with it-- you bag it.

-Understood? -Yes, sir.

Okay.

[dog barking]

How am I doing, Monk?

Fine.

If you talk to the mayor, tell him thanks very much

for this vote of confidence.

[Grayson] You can't barge in and rip my house apart.

Taking a lot of stuff. How do I get this stuff back?

Complete inventory when we're through.

Oh, yeah? Calling my lawyer.

[Stottlemeyer] Your lawyer's dead.

-That's why we're here. -[dog barking]

Hey, hey, hey, do you mind?

-Police-- -Hey, hang on.

Another step, and I'll arrest you for obstruction.

Very impressive collection, Mr. Grayson.

Thank you very much.

I'm a collector, everything in there's legit.

I got paper on everything in there--it's a hobby.

Permitted to have a hobby, am I not?

Excuse me, is that your truck parked out front?

Yeah, that's my truck.

You own your own security company?

Yes, I do.

Now why would I kill Lou Pratt?

Okay, he's been my lawyer for 22 years.

There are 4,000 files in that office.

The killer went out of his way to burn one of them.

-Yours. -Mine?

Okay, so he burns my file, so what?

You owed him some money.

Yeah, 400 bucks. I'm suing the bitch next door.

He screws up the case. I refuse to pay him.

Kill him for 400 bucks, I don't think so.

[dog barking]

Listen, can I have permission to walk my dog?

Your guys are making him goofy.

-Permission granted. -Thank you.

-[Stottlemeyer] Keep an eye on him. -[door opens]

Here, Bobo.

Come here.

What?

That guy… owns a security company.

Could have picked any lock in that office.

But he broke a window.

Yeah, this guy is not stupid.

He knows we know he can pick a lock.

Tried to throw us a curveball.

It doesn't make any sense.

Does everything have to make sense, Monk?

Well, yeah, it kinda does.

-[dog barking] -See that.

They're in my house right now.

Ripping the place apart.

It's not my problem.

Your problem when you built

that thing, sweetheart.

What is it with you and my garage?

It's over, okay, you lost the case.

[Grayson] Garage.

Shopping mall, it's not a garage.

Oh, come on.

You understand what setback means?

-Rules and regulations? -Is that the neighbor?

Monica Waters. She owns a travel agency in Westbrook Mall.

You're this broken record--

you just keep going on and on!

You got your own address.

Soon, qualify for its own zip code.

Who are you to talk about regulations?

-[Grayson] Excuse me? -[Monica] Dog of yours,

a public menace-- never on a leash,

and every single kid in the neighborhood

-is frightened to death. -On a leash.

Don't give me that.

Champion show dog here, it's bred for temperament.

Oh, right, right, well, I'll try to remember that

when I have to unfasten his jaw from my leg.

[Monk] Excuse me, this dog is no show dog.

What--what did he say?

Show dogs have to be purebred.

This is not a pure Rottweiler.

You can tell by the paws,

they're--they're too big.

[Disher] The paws are too big?

They're too big.

My hero.

Okay, Mr. Grayson,

why don't we take that walk?

Love it if you come back and visit me sometime

without that badge-- bring your buddy.

[grumbling] Not a purebred.

-Let's go. -Boy, let's get away from them.

Monk, are you coming?

I think I'll… check out the garage.

-Are you okay? -Mm.

You know who she looks like in a weird way?

Trudy.

You think?

[Sharona] Mm-hmm.

[police radio chatter]

[Monica] What's he doing?

[Sharona] It's his thing.

When was it built?

Oh, two years ago.

[Monk] That's about the time

your husband moved out?

How did you know that?

Pachysandra under the basketball net. About two years' worth.

Wow.

That's twice you've impressed me-- new world record.

I'm Monica.

Monica Waters, and you are?

Um, me--

Um--

-Monk. -[Monk] Monk.

Adrian Monk.

Hi.

Oh, it's, uh…

It's-- I am--

Could I take a look inside the garage?

Yeah, sure. You'll need this.

Thanks.

He's a detective?

Uh, private consultant.

-Is he married? -No.

He's wearing a wedding band.

He thinks about his wife a lot, you know.

-She-- she's deceased. -Oh.

He's germaphobic?

Yup.

With classic obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

How did you know that?

[Monk] Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

[Monk] It's perfect, it's immaculate.

You see, it's divided

into different sections:

gardening, automotive,

and you made little labels.

So you always know where everything goes.

My husband was very organized.

I guess it kind of rubbed off.

Hold it.

Hold it.

May I?

That's got it.

May I say something?

If I ever have a garage,

I want it to look just like this.

Well, is there anything else?

Uh, no, no, not really.

Okay, well, it was very nice meeting you, Mr. Monk.

Uh-uh, however…

in the future,

I might have quite a few questions.

Okay, so how does that work?

Should I come to your precinct?

Well, no, I don't really have an office there.

We could have coffee.

Or…

Or…

Do you eat dinner?

Yes, I've been known to eat dinner.

Do I eat dinner?

Yeah, you eat dinner.

We both eat dinner.

Then it's a date.

It's a date?

[people chattering]

Boy, this place has really changed.

You've been here before?

We used to come here all the time.

You and your wife?

Yeah, it's so different.

That blackboard was over there.

And I think the salt and pepper shakers are new.

Is that it?

Yeah, that-- That's it.

You don't like change, do you?

I have no problem with change.

I don't like to be there when it happens.

[scoffs]

Hi, I'm Vicky.

Hi, Vicky, I'm Adrian Monk,

and this is Monica Waters.

Hi.

I'll have the Caesar salad and coffee.

Great.

-And I'll have the veal. -Okay.

And, um-- Oh, never mind.

-Okay. -Uh-uh, just wait.

I wonder, could I get separate plates

for the potatoes and the vegetables?

You want them all on separate plates?

Please.

Okay.

You don't like your food to touch.

I believe most people don't like their food to touch.

-They don't have the guts to admit it. -[laughs]

And I bet you bring your own silverware.

[laughs]

No, please, I'm not a fanatic.

So you said you had quite a few questions.

May have been an exaggeration.

How many do you have?

None.

I have none.

Don't you want to ask me about Grayson, the neighbor from hell?

No. I don't think he did it.

I don't-- I don't buy the motive.

Then what are we doing here, Mr. Monk?

I'm not sure.

Okay, then I have a question for you.

Sharona said,

after your wife died, you never left the house.

That's not true.

I went outside to get the paper.

Twice.

Now you're a famous detective.

Oh. Far from famous.

The other cops certainly respect you.

The mayor calls and depends on you.

You're obviously out of the house.

How did you do it?

Captain Stottlemeyer was worried about me,

and he hired a nurse…

to take care of me.

She showed up one day and just never left.

You got lucky you found the right person.

[scoffs] That's the secret, isn't it?

How long were you married?

Oh, look, a jukebox.

D-7.

♪ Are the stars ♪

♪ Out tonight ♪

♪ I don't know if it's cloudy Or bright ♪

♪ I only have eyes ♪

♪ For you ♪

[church bells ringing]

[woman crying softly]

[soft classical music playing]

So how did it go last night?

Fine.

What'd you talk about?

Mostly we talked about me.

She kept asking me questions.

Really?

Yeah.

I think maybe she's interested in me.

Okay.

Is that impossible?

That a woman like her could be interested in me?

Sharona?

I'm thinking.

Talk about nerve.

Kills the guy, then shows up at the funeral.

I don't think he killed anybody.

Did you get a look at that ring he wears?

Guy was a green beret.

So?

You saw the crime scene was a mess.

That was a real struggle. Must have gone on for three minutes.

How could a 65-year-old man fight off a former green beret?

He didn't want to die.

[man] Good afternoon.

Thanks for coming.

We gathered today on this sad day

to say good-bye to our dear departed friend,

Lou Pratt.

[old man coughs]

That a man who committed his life to the principles

of reason has been taken from us

-in such an unfair manner… -[coughing continues]

is irony…

[man wheezes]

…in its most bitter form.

[man] Anyone who knew

this tough, hard-nosed attorney

knew Lou Pratt's most well-guarded secret.

The man was a teddy bear.

It is why

many of you have come here today…

[coughing continues]

…to say good-bye to a man

who was always there for you.

[loud coughing]

As an attorney, Lou Pratt was

a man who always let you know where you stood.

Excuse me. Can I help you?

Thanks, we're fine.

Most of us preferred to stand with him,

instead of against him.

-[hacking cough] -Sir, please!

Enough is enough!

[man] …about Lou was his belief in the concept…

-…of compromise. -[nurse] Thank God.

[Monk] Honestly, could you believe this guy?

He's hacking up a lung.

A guy's got his limits, right? That was mine.

Just couldn't help myself.

Do you see how assertive you were?

[speaker continues]

Actually does feel pretty good.

[woman] Oh, no!

[church bell ringing]

[man] Come on.

Two, okay.

Hey, you.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

I am, 24/7.

You know what tomorrow is?

Thursday.

Tomorrow is my uncle's birthday. He would've been 90 years old.

[Sharona] Hey! He didn't mean to kill him.

He was coughing on my neck.

He was my hero.

I could feel the spray on the back of my neck.

Monk.

Where's Grayson?

He's still inside.

Monk doesn't think he did it.

Oh, really?

Well, this should interest you.

Grayson bought a bunch of knives online a year ago

that match the murder weapon.

A million people buy knives online.

And we know Grayson collects weapons.

What do you got?

Something's wrong, Captain.

It doesn't make any sense, Captain. Huh?

You got nothing, Monk.

Grayson is the guy.

If I had a farm, I'd bet it.

-[Sharona scoffs] -Let's go. I need a shower.

[Sharona] Who needs this?

Okay, Sherman, let's go, come on.

[snaps his fingers]

Sherman?

Come on, boy, come on.

Let's go.

Come on.

[dog barking]

Ah, no.

Sherman.

Come on, where are you?

[dog barking]

Here, boy.

Sherman?

-What are you doing in her garage? -[dog growling]

What's wrong, boy?

What's wrong?

[dog whines]

Sherman, what are you doing in here?

[barking]

What's going on in here?

[dramatic theme playing]

[Trudy] Adrian.

Adrian.

Hey.

Hey yourself.

How did you sleep?

Mm.

You know, I don't think she looks anything like me.

That's what I've been saying.

Are you attracted to her?

Of course not.

It's okay if you are.

You're only human.

I'm not attracted to her.

Adrian Monk,

you're the world's greatest detective

and the world's worst liar.

Hello?

Are you there?

Adrian, if you're there…

[Monica on answering machine] …pick up phone.

Monk, hello?

Where are you?

If you're there, please pick up.

Hello?

[Monica] Oh, thank God.

Monica?

Grayson is dead.

He was in my garage.

I-I found him.

I didn't know who else to call.

It's okay-- It's okay.

They've been questioning me for the last hour and a half.

Adrian, what's happening?

Who's doing this?

I don't know.

[Monica] They think I'm involved.

Do you need a lawyer?

I have a lawyer.

What I need is a friend.

[people chattering]

How'd that happen?

She must have called him from the station.

[sighs] He's like a bad cold.

Ma'am, could you excuse us, please?

[Monk] It's okay.

Captain.

How's your friend?

She's a little upset.

Yeah, I'll bet she is.

Well, that's it for Grayson.

He's no longer a suspect.

-But we're in the right neighborhood. -[Monk] Uh-huh.

Somebody used his dog to lure him in here.

[Stottlemeyer] The murder weapon.

He was struck from behind.

-Any prints? -[Disher] Negative on shovel.

Negative on the dog collar too.

Probably wearing gloves.

Please don't touch that.

[Stottlemeyer] Any ideas, Monk?

'Cause I have a few.

Most of 'em involve your girlfriend.

-She's-- She's not. -She has means, motive.

-Been feuding for years. -And threatening each other.

Now he turns up dead in her garage.

He's dead, the lawyer's dead.

Lawyer's secretary's dead. Whole lot of dead people.

That light with the motion detectors--

all smashed.

Yeah.

Probably with the shovel.

Our killer preferred the dark.

Why didn't he just turn it off?

Now, the killer

couldn't find the switch.

Why? Because he'd never been in the garage before.

Or she was hiding near the light.

It came on, she freaked out,

and she smashed it with the shovel.

That's possible, Monk.

Isn't that possible?

-It's possible. -Yes.

Here's the situation.

Your friend, Waters, is a suspect in three homicides.

Oh, no, no, no.

-Yes. Monk! -No, no.

You're not seeing this clearly.

You're too close. You've got a big blind spot.

-I just don't-- -Adrian.

Listen to me.

She is not Trudy.

Ms. Waters,

your garage is an active crime scene.

It's off limits, understood?

Yeah.

You're not planning on leaving town, are you?

No.

Good.

[Monica] Adrian? What's going on?

Am I-- Am I a suspect?

They just-- They're just doing their job.

I can't believe this is happening.

What if they're still out there?

What if I'm next? I can't stay here alone.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

I could stay here.

Tonight.

You'd do that?

Can I have a sleepover?

First aid kit and toothbrush.

Backup toothbrushes.

Backup bristles for the backup toothbrushes.

I am not coming to get you, middle of the night.

You won't have to get me.

I'm not a child, Sharona.

Can't find my PJ's.

Gently.

Adrian.

I don't have a good feeling about her.

Underwear.

Four pairs should be enough.

I think she's dangerous.

I think you're jealous.

I am not jealous.

I am scared.

Three people are dead.

The only danger I'm in tonight

is running out of talcum powder.

Oh, talcum powder.

[light dramatic theme playing]

[Monica] Hello.

Hi.

I'm right down the hall,

and this is you.

Right down the hall.

Wow.

Wow, this is a great room.

Oh, this is Derek's.

This was Derek's study.

Moist towelettes, you didn't have to.

So you're all right then?

Are you kidding?

I may never leave.

I mean…

You know, um…

Uh, the couch folds out and there are clean sheets.

Oh, I brought my own.

Adrian, I have sheets.

Well, as long as I brought my own,

I might as well-- might as well use them.

It's no big deal.

Uh, the only thing I need is a pillowcase.

-Pillowcases. -That's a lot of pillowcases.

Yeah, Derek never used the same one twice.

That must have been hard.

-Living with somebody like that. -Yes.

And no.

I'll put them here for you.

Well, dinner's about ready.

-Hope you're hungry. -Yeah.

I'll just, uh-- I'll be right with you.

I just want to, uh… go and freshen up.

Okay.

Captain.

-Captain, look. -Give me a quarter.

Derek Waters, Monica's ex-husband.

Give me a quarter.

His credit cards were never canceled.

Last thing he bought was on March 11th.

-And then he just disappeared. -March 11th.

When did she start building that garage?

March 14th, same year.

Son of a bitch, he's under the garage.

Should we call Monk?

No, let him read about it in the paper.

-Maybe we should call him. -Why?

I just talked to Sharona. He's there.

He's where?

Monica?

Monica?

There you are.

Oh, should we eat?

-Are you okay? -I'm fine. Let's eat.

Adrian, you were in the bathroom for like two hours.

I don't think so.

It's 9:30.

I don't think so.

I knocked on the door

like five times.

You did?

You kept saying just a minute.

-I did? -Then you recited the lyrics

to "Duke of Earl".

Really?

I guess I'm a little nervous.

And then for like 20 minutes, you were gargling or something.

Sorry.

Why don't I pour you a glass of wine?

It's certainly had a chance to breathe.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Monk, it's me. Get out of there.

-What? -Listen to me, she's a killer.

You're in danger. Get out of the house.

What did you say?

[Stottlemeyer] She is a killer, Monk.

-Get out of there. -[whispers] Who is it?

Sharona.

She's standing right there?

Heh. That's right.

Listen to me.

Her husband disappeared two years ago.

Two days later, she started building the garage.

Monk, she killed him, she buried him under the garage.

Getting a court order tonight.

We're gonna dig him up in the morning.

Of course I'll be there.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Just get out of there, okay?

[line clicks]

[Monk] Bye.

-[phone beeps off] -That was Sharona.

Her son got the lead in the school play.

Oh, really? What play?

Gandhi.

Gandhi-- is that a play?

I think they added a few songs.

-You wanna come? -Oh, I think

I'll be having a headache that night.

To new friends.

Well, I've been keeping dinner warm in the kitchen.

Are you all right?

Oh, yes, perfect.

I love these dishes.

-They were my grandmother's. -Oh.

When I was four, she told me I could have them when she died.

[laughs]

I said I can't wait.

[both laughing]

[Monica stops laughing, Adrian continues]

You're not eating.

I ate in the bathroom.

I had some mints.

Try my salad.

I made the dressing myself.

Okay.

Mm.

Mm, mm.

Delicious.

You didn't taste it.

Mm. Mm. Sure I did.

It's very good.

No, you didn't. Open your mouth, let me see.

Okay.

I promise I won't be upset.

Just tell me the truth.

Are you trying to kill me?

What?

It's okay if you are.

I just need to know.

Is this poisoned?

Do you think I could hurt you?

He's under the garage, isn't he?

-Who is? -Your ex-husband.

-Buried under the garage. -How could you say that?

Everybody's saying it.

My husband…

Derek… is a schizophrenic.

He had a complete breakdown two years ago.

He's in a private institution.

Trying to keep it a secret.

He didn't want his family to know.

Oh, my God.

He's in Zurich, isn't he?

At the Breinhoff Clinic?

How did you know that?

Best hospital in the world

for psychological disorders.

I'd be there myself, but I don't fly.

-Oh. -And you have soap

from different hotels in Zurich.

I assumed you liked to take ski vacations.

[crash nearby]

[Monk] Who is it?

Who's there?

I've got a gun.

[Stottlemeyer] No, you don't.

Monk.

[Monk] Captain.

Captain, listen.

You don't want to do this.

-What is that, pepper spray? -Let me explain.

Look, you don't want to do this.

-Hold him, Charlie. Hold him. -All right.

Ma'am, in the process of getting a warrant.

-Dig up your garage in the morning. -Why?

-You know why. -Captain, before another word,

Derek is not buried under that garage.

He's in Zurich, in a private clinic.

He's been there for two years.

In Zurich?

Yes, I have a number if you want to verify it.

In Zurich?

Really?

[scoffs] So where does that leave us?

We're back at square one.

Thank you, thank you

very much.

Welcome to square one.

What are we doing here?

I know you told me, but I didn't listen.

Okay, one more time.

The burnt file.

What?

-Grayson's file, the burnt file-- -Oh, mm-hmm.

Oh, God-- had nothing to do with anything.

Absolutely nothing.

It was a decoy.

A decoy?

The real answer--

is in one of these other files.

Oh, you have to be joking.

If joking, it would certainly be

a lot funnier than this.

[sighs]

Oh, Adrian, we can't read all of this.

Look at this.

[Sharona] Oh.

This is gonna take forever.

Better get started.

Is it-- Uh.

We have to think of something else. This is ridiculous.

Wait.

-What? -Wait a minute.

Thomas Caterskill.

Who's that?

That's our guy.

To my beloved grandchildren, I leave $2.4 million

to be divided between you.

And the balance of my estate,

totaling more than $97 million,

I leave to my alma mater, Westmore University.

[several people gasping]

Excuse me?

[lawyer] My alma mater, Westmore University.

No, no, no, wait a minute.

This is a joke, there's something wrong.

Now, son, I know it's a bit unorthodox.

No, it's wrong.

This is not the right will.

He left everything to me.

[Monk] How do you know that, Todd?

I know you.

You were at the memorial service.

This is your uncle's will.

Actually, it's a forgery of your uncle's will.

But this is what you expected to hear today, isn't it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

It's dated October 4th, kid.

You screwed up.

Notary public who was to have signed this

was on a cruise in the Caribbean on October 4th.

[Monk] We were in the file room yesterday.

You see the little tabs at the top.

Some on the left, some right, some in the middle.

Mr. Pratt had a system.

When he put files away, he alternated them.

Left, right, middle.

So they'd be easier to read,

and they were all arranged like that.

Except…

for this one.

It was a middle, and it was right behind another middle.

We all assumed that the killer broke in here

to burn a file or to steal a file,

but we were wrong.

The killer broke in to add a file.

[laughs]

[Monk] Here's what happened.

Your uncle was dying.

And you knew you'd been cut out of the will.

So you wrote up a phony will

where you inherited everything.

And of course you had to kill Lou Pratt,

your uncle's attorney,

and he would have spotted the forgery.

And after you killed him and his assistant,

you put the phony will in the file.

But you couldn't just stop there.

The cops would have wondered, "Why was Lou Pratt murdered?"

And they would have gone through every one of this files,

and eventually, they would have found your phony will.

So you had to send them down the wrong road,

and any wrong road would do.

You picked a file at random, and you burned it.

And it worked.

Everybody was concentrating on Grayson and Monica Waters

and the disputed garage.

But when you overheard me at the funeral,

you got scared.

'Cause you knew I was having doubts about Grayson.

So you killed him to push us

even further down that wrong road.

[gasps]

[dog barking]

Dog!

I failed to mention we brought Mr. Grayson's dog with us.

Looks like he remembers you.

It's okay.

[Stottlemeyer] Hey, Monk.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to say that.

Yes, I do.

The commissioner is making me.

[Monica] Adrian?

Is it really over?

I knew you could do it.

-Monica-- -Listen--

-I just wanted-- -I, I--

I don't, I just have to--

Go ahead, you-- I'm sorry, you go.

I just wanted to say…

that you're an extraordinary man.

I had just about given up.

But spending time with you reminded me

of how things were with Derek and I,

how I want us to be again.

I'm flying off

to Zurich this week.

But I won't be coming home until he's better.

He's a lucky man.

Brace yourself, Monk.

I'm gonna kiss you goodbye.

[kisses]

[theme song playing]