All language subtitles for Monk_S02E02_Mr. Monk Goes to the Ballgame.English (CC)

[mysterious music playing]

[man] All right, here he comes.

[woman] Mr. Hammond! Mr. Hammond!

[reporters clamoring]

Mr. Hammond, the SEC is saying you
purposely misled your investors.

I can't comment on anything
the SEC says or does.

As you know, I'm meeting
with the board of directors.

I'll be able to tell you
more about it in the morning.

-Thank you.
-Mr. Hammond!

Is there a possibility
that charges will be filed?

Mr. Hammond!

[Hammond laughing]

I told you life with me
would be interesting.

That one reporter was talking
about criminal charges.

Don't worry about that.

I'll let you know when to worry.

Sky…

line… Hills.

[GPS computer] Skyline Hills Resort.
Estimated driving time: 32 minutes.

Turn right onto Market Street.

Get in the right lane now.

[radio announcer] Scott Gregorio
steps up to the plate.

[Hammond] You and your damn baseball.

Gregorio is within four home runs

of breaking Darryl Grant's
all-time single season record.

Honey, please, I'm trying to think.

I just want to hear the score.

He has six games to go…

[GPS computer] Continue
on Grace Street for two miles.

[GPS computer beeping]

[suspenseful music playing]

[radio announcer] Here's the pitch.
Gregorio swings, and there it goes.

He got all of that one, and it's gone!

Home run number 71.

Scott Gregorio is within three home runs
of the all-time record.

[GPS computer] Your destination
is within three miles.

[groans]

Where are we?

It's a GPS system. It's programmed
to find the shortest route.

Well, isn't it supposed to be on a lake?

[GPS computer] Right turn into driveway.

[Hammond] Where the hell are we?

[intriguing music playing]

[GPS computer] You have arrived
at Skyline Hills Resort.

The hell I have!

[GPS computer] Thank you
for using the SafeVoyage system.

["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 amazing ♪

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

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

♪ You 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 ♪

[people cheering]

Come on, come on, Jared!

Right over the plate!

Come on, Benjy! You can do it!

Oh, my God. I can't watch.
Adrian, tell me what's happening.

The three is crooked.

-What three?
-On the scoreboard.

Why doesn't he fix it?

Adrian, I need you to watch the game.
How's he doing?

The one is upside-down…

You can't tell the one is upside-down.

I can tell. The whole scoreboard,

it's like some surreal abstract art thing.

Come on, Benjy! Grab a piece of it!

Come on, Jared!
Right down the middle! He's no hitter!

-He's not eligible.
-Who?

Stottlemeyer's son Jared. I think he's 13.

He doesn't look 12, does he?

[man] Knock it out of the park, Benjy!

Hey…

The numbers are crooked!

Somebody fix the scoreboard!

[sighs] No wonder attendance is down.

Strike three! You're out!

[grunts] Yeah!

Yes!

Good game!

Good game!

Adrian, why don't you go talk to him?

Me?

Yeah, give him a pep talk.
He respects you.

He does? Why?

Because he doesn't work for you.

Good game, good game, good game.

Coach, maybe next time.

[Stottlemayer laughing]

Is there a problem?

-Didn't your son repeat the third grade?
-Yeah, so what if he did?

How old is he?

He's 12.

Jared, what year were you born?

Don't answer that, son.

Hey, we're going to huddle
in the outfield,

and then we're going out for pizza! Yeah!

All right, he's 13,

but I have a special
dispensation from the league.

He's eligible.

How many tickets
you have to fix for that?

He is eligible, Sharona.
End of discussion.

-[cellular phone rings]
-Excuse me.

This is Stottlemeyer.

Hey, hey, you looked good out there.

What game were you watching? I sucked!

Yeah, you did, kinda.

Listen, Benjy, um,

do me a favor and, uh, just--

Your mom thinks I'm giving you a pep talk.

Why?

I don't know, I don't know.
Because I'm a guy, you're a--

We're two guys.
I don't know, I don't know.

Look, just, uh, kind of nod your head,

and, uh, pretend I'm giving
you some good advice.

-Oh, okay.
-Great.

Okay, so, um…

-Oh, um, hands together.
-Like this?

-Yeah, uh-huh.
-Yeah, that's good.

-Nod your head a little more. Smile.
-Adrian.

Adrian, we gotta go. We got a job.

Lawrence Hammond was killed last night.

The Lawrence Hammond?

And his wife.

Okay, listen, Benjy,

just keep practicing that swing

like we talked about, and we'll have
another lesson tomorrow.

-Oh, okay.
-Be careful.

Okay, Mr. Monk. Thanks for everything.

Go with Mrs. Cargill,
and I'll pick you up later, okay?

Okay, I love you.
You did so good today, huh?

Yeah, right.

He's going to be okay.

-He's going to be fine.
-[sighs]

[Stottlemeyer] Hang on, hang on,
hang on. Back off.

His sister just IDed the body. It's him.

This is going to be a circus.

Give me your tie.

Give me your tie.

How'd the game go?

Randy, this is a double homicide.

Sorry. I can't talk about the game.

We beat 'em. 3-1.

Jared pitched the whole game.

-He gave up two hits. Really?
-Yeah. Eight strikeouts.

Bring them up to speed, all right?
And walk them through it.

I got to go do my dog-and-pony show.

Monk. Sharona.

Lieutenant.

Is it really Lawrence Hammond?

Yes, it is.

What was he doing here?

We're just kicking that around now.

We think he got lost, or maybe
he was meeting someone.

It doesn't make any sense.

Isn't that-- What do you call it?

Global Positioning System.

It was on, but it wasn't working.

There was no disc in the computer.

Maybe somebody took it.

Maybe.

The shooter was here…

Waiting.

-Hammond drives up…
-Yeah. Right. We found the casings.

The shooter comes in here.
Pop, pop. Pop, pop.

Four rounds into the wife.

[Sharona] Oh, my God.

-He shot the wife first.
-Then Hammond.

Hammond was shot once,
but it wasn't fatal.

-He tried to get away.
-Oh, my God.

He gets out, runs.
The shooter gets back into his car,

runs him down.

-Oh, my God.
-But Hammond still wasn't dead.

Oh, my God.

-In the morning, he crawled away.
-Oh, my God.

He crawled for two and a half miles.

Truck driver found him,
9:00 a.m., near Route 12.

I'd like to talk to him.

I'll get him.

Captain…

He shot the wife first.

Why would he do that?

I would've done the husband first.
Wouldn't you?

I don't know, Monk. It's never come up.

He didn't even stick around
to make sure Hammond was dead.

Maybe he got interrupted.

He lured them here somehow…

To kill her.

Who, the wife?

She's a nobody.

Lawrence Hammond's worth
a billion dollars.

-He had at least a hundred enemies.
-No.

No, no, no, no. Lawrence Hammond

is an afterthought. She was the primary.

[Disher] This is Norm Mosely.

He was the truck driver
who found Lawrence Hammond.

Was Mr. Hammond dead when you found him?

He was barely hanging on.

He died before the paramedics showed up.

-Did he say anything?
-Yes, sir.

He said, "Girls can't eat 15 pizzas."

Come again?

"Girls can't eat 15 pizzas."

Is that it?

-Yes, sir.
-You sure?

He said it, like, five times.
Then he died.

Girls can't eat 15 pizzas.
What the hell does that mean?

Well, it's true. They can't.

Well, that depends.
How many girls are we talking about?

Hang on. Were there any girls
nearby eating pizza?

No, sir.

I figured he was delirious,
but he kept saying it.

Girls can't eat 15 pizzas.

Nah… No, no, forget it.

No, no, never mind, never mind.

[knock on door]

[Sharona] Not too shabby, huh?

[man] Walk this way, please.

Trudy and I almost bought this house.

Really?

Adrian, you made a joke.

You were joking.

You feeling okay?

[English accent] Hello, I'm Robin Jenkins.

I'm the--

Well, I was their housekeeper.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Jenkins.
I'm so sorry to bother you.

Um, I'm Sharona Fleming,
and this is my boss, Adrian Monk.

You're with the police?

-Yes, I'm with the police.
-Not really.

-Used to be on the force.
-We help the police.

-I was discharged.
-We're private consultants.

It's a long story.

How long did you work for the Hammonds?

Three years.

I started a few weeks
before they were married.

Oh, I-I-I am so sorry. Um…

-I know this is a really bad time…
-I don't know what I'm going to do.

Can I have one of those?

I'm sorry. I only have four left.

Um, we were hoping
if we can look around a little.

[spluttering] Certainly.

There's, uh, nothing left to see.

The police were here all day yesterday.

They took Mr. Hammond's computer
and boxes of papers.

His office and his bedroom are a mess.

His bedroom? They had separate bedrooms?

Yes. For the last year,
Mr. Hammond slept in the east wing.

Follow me.

Actually, I'd like to see her bedroom.

You know, separate bedrooms
might've saved my marriage.

Was Mrs. Hammond a sports fan?

Just baseball. She never missed a game.

You know, it's not true
what the papers say.

[Sharona] What's that?

[Jenkins] About Mr. Hammond.
They make him out

to be greedy and selfish, like a monster.

But he wasn't like that at all.

He was so kind. He never forgot your name

or your kid's name or your birthday.

What about her?

Mrs. H.?

She liked to keep busy.

She had hobbies.
Horseback riding, painting.

She painted that.

Girls can't eat 15 pizzas.

Pardon me?

Those were Mr. Hammond's last words.

Do they mean anything to you?

Girls…

Girls can't eat 15 pizzas.

What girls?

We don't know.

Maybe they've got stomach ache.

From the pizza.

Mm… no.

[TV announcer] All eyes
on Scott Gregorio

as he attempts to create history.

No baseball fan could
ever forget this moment.

It was three years ago.
This is Darryl Grant

hitting his historic 73rd home run.

The question now is,
how long will that record stand?

Scott Gregorio's within three home runs

-with four games left to play.
-Scotty…

If last night is any indication,
he's going to be in trouble.

Gregorio went 0-for-3 in Philly.

He looked pretty shaky at the plate.

[Disher] He's choking.

I was at the stadium Tuesday night.
He was on fire.

Some guys just can't
handle the pressure, my friend.

Not like you and me.

[Stottlemeyer] Randy!

Where is that list of people
who might have had a grudge

against Lawrence Hammond?

Still working on it, sir.

[clears throat] It's like a phone book.

Everybody who had stock in the company
had a reason to hate the guy.

Captain, I think we're on to something.

Erin Hammond was having an affair.

Oh, again with the wife.

There were four shampoo bottles
in her bedroom

from the Newport Inn…

Which is just two miles
away from her house.

Concierge says she's there
two or three times a month

with some guy, but never
got a look at him.

Congratulations. Mrs. Hammond
was having an affair.

Yeah. All right.
Yeah, I can't ignore that.

Go down to the Newport Inn.
I want you to interview

-the staff and bring a sketch artist.
-Yes, sir.

Who's this?

That's Scott Gregorio.

He's a baseball player…

Trying to break the single
season home run record.

Yeah, and, Monk, can we keep
our eye on the prize here?

Is he-- Is he an artist?

Yeah, he likes to do some
painting in his spare time.

[Sharona] Adrian, you're wrong.
It is not the same artist.

I know it's not the same artist,
but look at the window and the drapes.

And the church in the background.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, you're right.
It is the same church.

So, at some point,
they were both in the same room.

Whoa, whoa, wait.

So you're saying Lawrence Hammond's wife--

-His murdered wife.
-And Scott Gregorio--

-Future Hall of Famer.
-Are connected.

Bet on it.

Adrian, Adrian, you were right.

This is the room. Look at the drapes

and the church outside.

-They both must've taken this class.
-Oh, yes.

Oh, no.

Okay, Sharona, no, I can't--
I can't do this.

Why, because he's naked?

You've never seen a naked man before?

No.

-Well, you've seen yourself naked, right?
-[sighs]

Just once.

All right. Let me do the talking.

-Mr. Henley?
-Yes. I'm Frank Henley.

Excuse me if I don't get up.
My regular model called in sick.

Oh, that's okay.
We spoke earlier. I'm Sharona Fleming.

And… Adrian. This is Adrian Monk.

Hi.

-Is this a bad time?
-Oh, no, no, no.

Not at all. Please make
yourself comfortable. I am.

Okay, Sharona, let's go.

I can't-- I just can't.

What about the case?

Forget about the case.
We can't win 'em all!

So you're going to let a murderer go
because you can't talk to a naked man?

[sighs]

Yes.

Oh, come on.

Mr. Henley, this is only
going to take a minute.

Um, Erin Hammond was a student
of yours last year, right?

That's right.

For one semester.

God rest her soul.

You draw, miss Fleming?

No, but my son Benjy really has the gift.

Didn't get it from me, though.

[students groaning]

-Mr. Monk, please don't touch anything.
-Sorry. Sorry!

-Sorry.
-Um, I understand that Scott Gregorio,

the baseball player,
was also a student of yours.

Did they know each other?

I don't want to get anyone in trouble.

Maybe they left together once or twice.

They were both consenting adults.
Who am I to judge?

That's a good point.
Thank you, interview's over.

-Thank you.
-Well, I guess that's it.

[Monk] That's it.

Uh, thank you very much. Thank you.

Here, wait. Let me see you out.

[Monk stammering]

No, that's it. We can see ourselves out.

-Just stay there.
-What is your problem?

The human body is a beautiful thing.

No.

It's not.

Did you hear what he said?

Erin Hammond
and Scott Gregorio left together.

-So, what does that mean?
-I don't know yet,

but I think it meant something
to somebody.

We haven't seen any home runs
the last three games.

What are you telling yourself?

I've been in a slump before, Danny.
I've been working with the coaches.

All it takes is one good swing of the bat,
and I'm right back in this.

He's Benjy's hero.

I thought I was Benjy's hero.

Okay, I noticed the last few games,

you had a little trouble
with the breaking pitches.

What are you doing about that?

Well, I took a little longer on BP today,

and, uh, I think I've worked it out.

He loved her.

How do you know?

Three more home runs, four games to go.

Do you still think
you can catch Darryl Grant?

I'm just trying to help
my team win ball games.

That's all I'm focusing on now.

I appreciate you taking
the time to talk to us

on your day off, Scott.
Hey, best of luck tomorrow.

I'm going to get him.

Scott! Scott!

[Scott] Thanks for coming out.
Here you go.

Scott, Scott.

No. No, no, no.
It's a note from my friend.

I think you should read it.

We think Erin was the real target
of the attack, not her husband.

Why would you say that?

Think about it.

Think about… how you were
affected by her death.

Your hitting streak.

Maybe somebody's trying to distract you.

I can't believe you said that.

I know this sounds paranoid,

but I was thinking the exact same thing.

Maybe it was the same guy who attacked you

-a couple of weeks ago.
-You heard about that, huh?

Yeah, I was outside the stadium.
It was after a game.

Some creep came at me with a baseball bat.

I fought him off. He disappeared.

-Did you get a good look at him?
-Nah, it happened too fast.

That's when the team hired
Heckle and Jeckle here,

to babysit me.

What about the police?
What are they doing?

Well, sometimes it takes them a day or two
to catch up with us.

Meanwhile, I'm-- I'm working on it

around the clock.

I'm going to get that other one
out in the bleachers.

Thank you.

And if there's anything I can do to help--

Anything at all…

Really?

Oh! Good swing!

-Really?
-Yeah, you're a natural.

Just remember,

keep your weight on your back foot,

and don't be afraid of the ball.

-Yes!
-[Benjy gasps]

Good hit, Benjy!

That is a double
in any ballpark in this country.

Thank you, Adrian.

I thought I'd thank you now,

'cause in a half an hour,

you're probably going
to piss me off again.

You're welcome.

I miss her so much.

They say when people lose a leg,
they can still feel it.

-[Sharona] That was better.
-That's what it feels like.

I know.

[Sharona] Better. That was better.

How do you just keep going?

How do you keep working?

When Trudy fell in love with me,

I was a detective.

I was… on the street,

breaking cases.

So I keep working.

I keep…

trying to be the man she loved.

That's all you can do.

Be the man… she loved.

Hey. Benjy!

Don't forget HELP.

What's "HELP"?

H-E-L-P.

Hands together, elbows up,
level swing, patience.

H-E-L-P.

Yeah, it helps him remember.
It's a… What do you call it?

Mnemonic device.

Sharona!

Call the captain!

[dramatic music playing]

[Stottlemeyer] G-C-E-1-5-P.

Girls can't eat 15 pizzas.

-It was a mnemonic device.
-I understand. That's good work, Monk.

I remembered how the housekeeper
said that Lawrence Hammond

never forgot a birthday.

A lot of successful people
use little tricks to memorize information.

I said I understand.

And, obviously, Hammond made up
the phrase to help him remember

the license plate of the car
that ran him down.

-"G" stands for "Girls"--
-Adrian, Adrian.

He gets it, okay?

We all get it.

Girls can't eat 15 pizzas.

Captain, the car is hot.

It was stolen
from the Presidio Sunday night.

Is this blood on the bumper?

Yes, sir.

We got a positive match.
Lawrence Hammond's.

You ready for this?

Ready for what? Just say it, Randy. What?

We found this…

underneath the rear seat cushion.

It's for one of those global
positioning systems.

It's homemade.
The guy programmed it himself.

This is what he used
to lure Hammond and his wife

to that industrial park.

Right.

Okay, start putting together
a list of computer geeks

that can do that sort of thing.

Yes, sir.

There's more.

And would you like
to share it with us, Randy?

The shooter abandoned
the car in a parking lot.

There was a security camera.

We got a picture of him.

[Stottlemeyer] That's it?
They can't clean that up?

It is cleaned up.

I mean, he was 50 feet away.

Should I release it to the press?

What's the point?
I've seen better pictures of Bigfoot.

Captain…

I've seen this guy before.

Who is he?

I can't remember.

But I know that face. I…

I've seen him before.

Somewhere.

I know that face!

I just cannot remember where I've seen it.

Adrian. Adrian, let's…

let's put the face aside for a minute.

Let's put the case aside for a while,

and we're going to talk about your life.

I mean, after all, Adrian,
that is what you're paying me for, okay?

So, I understand you've been
spending a lot of time

with Benjy. Now, how does that feel?

Oh, he's a great kid.

Yes, I know that. I'm asking,
how does that feel?

It hurts.

It hurts…

with him.

Why?

You and Trudy ever talk about having kids?

Trudy used to bring it up.

I-- I said there was no rush.

We had all the time in the world.

Could've, should've, would've.

Okay, well, I hate to end
the session on that note,

but the hour is up.

No, it's not. It's only been 57 minutes.

How'd you do that?

You wearing a watch?

No.

-You could see my watch, right?
-No.

It's a gift.

-And a curse.
-And a curse.

Okay, okay, so we have, um,
a few more minutes left.

What would you like to talk about?

That face--

I have seen him before. I know it.

I have seen that guy before.

That guy-- I have seen him before.

I know it. I have seen that guy before.

Adrian, do you think
you've seen that guy before?

I know I have.

Mr. Monk, Mr. Turrow will see you now.

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can break the single season
record for home runs,

but one thing he can't break
is any storm window

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you, and your family.

With Parson's Storm Windows,

the only break you'll be
seeing is in the price.

I'm watching it right now.
I've seen it, like, 20 times.

Will you relax?

No, the lighting's perfect.
You look great!

Darryl, I'm going
to have to call you back.

Who loves you?
Great. Well, who else loves you?

Me! Why do you tease me like that?

Excuse me, excuse me, whoa, whoa, whoa,

what are you doing?

A bit of a smudge, like an ink stain.

-I think I got most of it.
-No, no, no, it's an autograph.

-Oh.
-Yeah,

it's an 1988 all-star game ball
signed by Michael Jordan.

Well, maybe he could sign it again.

Sure, I'll just call Michael.
Ask him to stop by.

[sighs] Thank God. I'm so relieved.

He's being sarcastic.

Give it to me.

So, what can I do for you, Mr. Monk?

You represent Darryl Grant.

I have that honor.
That was just him on the phone.

Well, as you know, Scott Gregorio

is very close to breaking
Mr. Grant's home run record.

Not if he keeps having games
like last night.

What was he, like, 0-for-3?

Well, we think somebody's trying
to get to Scott Gregorio

-either directly or indirectly.
-Get to him?

Talking about that lunatic
with the baseball bat two weeks ago?

We're talking about a murder Friday night

of someone very close to Scott Gregorio.

Wait. Wait, wait.
Hold it. You're not saying--

You can't be saying
you think Darryl Grant is involved.

You can't deny he had a motive.

It's his record
Gregorio is trying to break.

Where was your client Friday night?

Darryl Grant is a sportscaster now.

He was in Chicago covering a doubleheader.

Two million people were watching.
You want their names?

He could've hired somebody.

No, no, no, not Darryl Grant. Look.

This was taken last year.

This is Jerry Grierson
breaking Darryl Grant's

single season RBI record.
Now, Darryl Grant was more proud

of that record than the home runs.

But look at this--

Darryl is the first guy
on the field to congratulate him.

Darryl grant's a mensch.

He's a standup guy who realizes
that records are made to be broken.

So I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Monk.

Do I owe you any money for cleaning up?

No, I don't want any money.

He's joking again.

I was joking… back.

Thank you.

Right. Keep in touch.

[Stottlemeyer] Come on, Jared!

It's a big inning, son, big inning!

Come on! Crack that apple, boy!

[woman] Come on!

-[Umpire] Ball.
-Good eye, good eye.

I can't…

I remember… I know I have
seen that guy before.

Go, Cyclones!

[Stottlemeyer] Come on, Jared!
Pick that up!

Strike three! You're out!

What?

No, no, no, no, no!

Walter, Walter, he checked his swing.

Leland, he broke his wrists.

He did not.
I was standing right over there.

He didn't go around.

Jared, did you go around?

Wait a minute, you can't ask him.

Yes, I can. Why not? Don't you trust him?

Leland, sit down.
I mean it. You're outta line.

No, you're outta line.

Back in the dugout, Leland!

Get your finger outta my face, Walter.

You want the health department
to come visit your restaurant?

I don't have to take this…
Not for $20 a game!

I quit!

Walter. Walter, I'm sorry.

[man] Why'd he do that?
It doesn't make any sense.

He didn't go around.

Excuse me, someone said you
don't have a kid in this game.

Okay, I'll leave.

No, you don't have to leave.
It means you can be the umpire.

Oh, uh, no, I don't think so.

Here's the thing. If we can't find an ump,

we gotta call this game.

-Benjy.
-Agh.

Okay, we have a new umpire!

We'll pick it up where we left off!

Monk?

[playful music playing]

[man] All right, kids! Be alert!

Play ball!

Time-out! Time-out!

Play ball!

Time-out. Time-- Time-out.

Time-out!

[playful music continues playing]

[woman] Come on! Let's start!

Let's go!

[Sharona] Adrian!

Adrian, it's okay.

It's clean enough.

[people groaning]

Okay, guys.

We're going to be here a while,

so if anybody's got
any homework they need to do,

they might as well get it out now.

[woman] Come on!

Come on!

[overlapping chatter]

[man] Hey, strike that ball! Here we go!

Play ball!

[cheering]

Strike!

Strike one! Ball!

Ball one. That was a ball.

That was ball one.

Ball one.

No, no, strike.

Strike.

Ball. Ball.

Time! Time-out!

[whimsical music playing]

Play ball.

[squeaking]

-[squeak]
-[thud]

[crowd groaning]

[whimsical music playing]

That's eight. This is
where you have to carry it.

[Monk] Strike!

No, ball, ball. No, strike!

Strike!

Ball. Ball.

[crowd moaning]

Do over?

-[woman] For Pete's sake!
-[man] You can't call a do-over!

[Sharona] Come on, Benjy! You can do it!

Eye on the ball, eye on the ball!

H-E-L-P.

Hands together, elbows up.

-[people cheering]
-[Sharona screaming]

[bright, triumphant music playing]

Good job, Benjy!

Safe! He's safe!

He's a natural! He's a nat--

Good job, Benjy!

That was a nice hit.

Thanks, Mr. Stottlemeyer.

Don't lose that.
When you make it to the majors,

that's gonna be worth a fortune.

Are you okay?

You know who killed
the Hammonds, don't you?

Adrian, you are a great detective.

A terrible umpire, but a great detective.

Captain, I got that list
of computer programmers

who worked on global positioning systems
in the Bay Area.

Yeah?

I checked against
applications for gun permits…

-And?
-Nothing.

Captain, I know where I saw him.

Saw who?

Him.

He's on TV.

I've seen him a dozen times.
So have you. He is in a commercial.

A TV commercial?

For storm windows. We made a copy of it.

Your TV has a video player, right?

What?

Your little TV,
the one you're always watching.

I don't have a TV.

It's all right, Randy. Let's have a look.

Can I make a prediction here?

You're each going to say,
"Oh, my God" twice.

-Okay, okay, here it is.
-Don't blink.

[crowd cheering]

[announcer] Baseball's Darryl Grant

can break the single season
record for home runs,

but one thing he can't break
is any storm window…

-Oh, my God.
-Oh, my God.

-Oh, my--
-Oh, my God.

My God.

[suspenseful music playing]

Okay, back door, eyes open.
Armed and dangerous.

-I knew I'd seen that guy before.
-Adrian, please.

[dog barking]

Walker Browning.

-[dog barking]
-Toby! Toby! Quiet!

I'm captain Leland Stottlemeyer,

San Francisco Police Department.

This is lieutenant Disher,
Adrian Monk, Sharona Fleming.

What's going on?

May we come in, Mr. Browning?

What if I say no?

Don't say no.

[dog barking]

Toby, no. Stay, quiet.

Excuse me, is that dog dangerous?

Not to me.

Mr. Browning, you work

for Springbook Electronics in Palo Alto?

Um, not anymore.
I got laid off in October.

You worked for their global
satellite division, though?

Uh, that's right.

Can I ask what this is all about?

Whoa, hey, is that-- Is that 73?

Uh, yes, it is. Please don't--
Don't touch it.

I won't. Must've been
quite a day for you, huh,

catching that ball?

-Yeah.
-That's a piece of history right there.

Yeah.

I wasn't even planning
on going to the ballpark that day.

A friend of mine had an extra ticket.

It's funny, huh? Just…

Pow! Your whole life can change,

-just like that.
-Just like that.

I understand you've been in touch
with an auction house in New York.

You selling the ball?

That's right.

Toby and I are having
a little bit of a cash flow problem,

so I figured the 500 grand
could come in handy.

No, that ball's worth, like, $3 million.

-Oh, man…
-What would happen, I wonder,

if Scott Gregorio broke
Darryl Grant's record?

I don't know.

I'll tell you what would happen.

That $3 million baseball

would suddenly be worth
roughly, uh, nothing.

Yeah, but it doesn't matter 'cause, uh,

with the slump Gregorio's in,
he's not going to be breaking any records.

You made sure of that, didn't you, Walker?

When you murdered the woman he loved?

[Monk] Catching that ball must've been
the best day of your life.

A few weeks ago, you decided to sell it,

but you discovered there were no buyers

because the record was about to be broken.

[Stottlemeyer] So you panicked.
You had to protect your investment.

You went after Gregorio
outside the stadium.

You were trying to break a leg or an arm

or anything to keep him out of the lineup.

But that didn't work.

After that, he was surrounded
by bodyguards 24/7.

You knew you'd never have another chance.

[Sharona] But he was vulnerable
in another way.

He was in love with Lawrence
Hammond's wife,

and you knew it.

[dog barks]

Has that dog been fed recently?

Hammond the millionaire?

This is insane.

[Monk] You knew Hammond's schedule.

The board of directors' meeting
was well-publicized.

The night before,
you broke into his garage

and replaced his global positioning disc
with one that you programmed yourself.

Hammond followed the directions,

and all you had to do was wait.

And all because you wanted
to sell a baseball.

No, you can't prove any of this.

Here's a little tip for you, Walker.

Next time you wipe down a stolen car,

make sure that you get the adjustment bar
under the driver's side seat.

Because we lifted a thumb print,
and I'm betting it's yours.

Toby! Achtung!

I'm done, right? I think I'm done.

-[Stottlemeyer] Monk, stop!
-I'm gonna leave.

[all yelling]

Toby… yes, you're a good dog.

Good boy. Good boy. Give me the ball.

The ball.

Toby, give the ball to the captain.

Give me the ball, Toby.

Good boy, Toby.

Toby. Toby, release!

Okay, just give me the ball.

Monk!

Toby, sit.

[snarling]

I-- I've never been good with animals.

Go, go! Fetch! Get the ball, get the ball!

Toby!

Toby, heel! Toby, freeze!

Heel! Heel! Heel!

Get the dog!

Scott, you were on pace to break

the all-time home run record.
You fell three short.

Are you disappointed?

Of course I am.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't.

Do you have any comment
about the arrest of Walker Browning?

According to the district
attorney's office,

you were the reason he killed
Mr. and Mrs. Hammond.

Please, it's my private life.
I'd like to keep it that way.

But I would like to say…

I met a man recently.

He's become a good friend.

He reminded me there are
a lot more important things

in life than baseball.

What matters most are the people you love.

Being true to them or their memory,

that's the real ball game.

My friend isn't giving up on that,

and neither am I.

I'll see you all in spring training.

[Sharona] I wish you were
at the game yesterday.

Benjy hit two singles and a double.

I'm so proud of him.

You should be.

Next time, he's going to bat cleanup.

Sounds like something you would do.

Clean up. Get it?

Yeah, I-I get it.

Is that Browning's dog?

I-I think that's the baseball.

Oh, my God.

Toby, Toby.

Drop the ball. Drop it.

-[Toby whimpers]
-[Sharona grunts]

God…

-It's all chewed up.
-[groans]

It's a pretty expensive chew toy.

Sure is.

Well, it's kind of fitting,
though, don't you think?

What?

Nobody ends up with the money.

A dog chews it all up.

This dog just chewed up
three million dollars.

And I can't even afford a tank of gas.

So you're holding, what,
about $20,000 right there?

You could put three, four tanks
of premium in your car with that.

You know what?

Consider that a Christmas bonus.

Like you would ever
give me a Christmas bonus.

I want you to go out and buy
yourself something pretty.

Yeah, right.

Don't save it.

You don't have to save the money.

[theme music playing]