All language subtitles for Monk_S02E03_Mr. Monk Goes to Mexico.English (CC)

[man] Oh, there he is!

Whoo! Yeah!

Chippy!

We see you, man! How you doing?

[man] I'm doing great! This rocks!

-He says it rocks.
-Tell him to jump.

Jump!

The pilot's a total Nazi!
He made me ditch my beer!

Oh, don't worry, dude,

we got a couple cold ones
down here for ya!

Okay, man. Don't drink 'em all.
I wish you guys were up here.

Hey, we didn't win
the contest, man. You did.

Let me see it. Hey, Chip!

Are you gonna jump,
or are you wussing out?

I want to see a man
jump out of an airplane.

-Yeah, jump, man!
-Here I go!

-Jump!
-Jump!

Jump! Jump! Jump!

-There he goes!
-Whoo!

All right, Chip!

Ha-ha! Chip!

It's Superman!

Open the chute, man!

[fabric rips]

Why isn't he opening the chute?

There's something wrong.

-Pull the cord.
-Pull the cord, Chip!

Aah! Oh, my God!

[indistinct chatter]

¡Dios mío!

Capitán Alameda…

Yes, Doctor.

You say this boy fell?

That is right. From an airplane.

His chute malfunctioned.

Capitán, are you telling me everything?

Yes, of course.
What else is there to tell?

Well, it is true this boy fell.

There is massive trauma
and internal injuries.

But that is not what killed him.

This is impossible. It's a mistake.

There is no mistake, Lieutenant.

Cause of death--

-He drowned?
-How could he drown?

He jumped from an airplane,
he landed in the desert.

Well, look for yourselves.

His lungs are filled with water.

This boy drowned.

In midair?

["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 ♪

Can we go now?

Absolutely.

The letter's mailed.
It can't get any more mailed.

Now what?

It's almost nine o'clock.
That's the next pickup.

You're gonna wait for the mailman?

I just want to make sure
he doesn't drop anything.

You're lucky I get paid
by the hour. I'm telling you.

-Hey, Monk.
-Captain.

Sharona.

-Sharona.
-Lieutenant.

-What you doing?
-Mailing a letter.

Where's the letter?

In the mailbox.
We're waiting for the mailman.

Here he is.

Monk, the mayor needs your help again.

He's got a friend whose kid was killed

down in Mexico-- A kid named Chip Rosatti.

[Sharona] What happened?

-[Disher] Skydiving accident.
-His chute didn't open?

No, he drowned.

Did he land in the ocean?

No. L--

Apparently the kid
jumped out of an airplane,

and he drowned in midair.

That doesn't make a lot of sense.

Hardly any, really.

Which is why the mayor wants you
to go down there and look into it.

-It's right up your very unique alley.
-Hey, we can use a vacation.

Now, look, I know how you hate to fly,

so you're gonna have to drive,
and it's a long way to San Marcos.

You're gonna have to leave immediately.

Mexico-- I can't-- I can't go to Mexico.

Why not?

It's not… here.

Wait, you can't say no to the mayor.

Gail can watch Benjy.

-It's a done deal.
-Good.

Monk, where you going?

I'm just gonna make sure
he doesn't drop anything.

No. You gotta go home and pack.

Lieutenant.

-Sir.
-Follow that mailman

and make sure he doesn't drop anything.

Yes, sir.

[upbeat horn music playing]

We made it.

Welcome to Mexico.

What are those?

Earplugs.

-You've had them in the whole trip?
-Since Los Angeles.

You haven't heard a word I've said.

No.

I-- I've been talking the whole time.

Did you say anything important?

No.

-Adrian, take off your sunglasses.
-Why?

You look like a drug dealer.

-No, I don't.
-I'm telling you you do.

You fit the profile perfectly.

You have 18 suitcases,
and you're wearing a suit.

I mean, if you were a cop,
wouldn't you think you look suspicious?

Buenos días.
How long will you be in Mexico?

Two to three days.

I'm not a drug dealer.

Pardon me?

I'm not a drug dealer.

Uh-huh.

I want you to park over there
and meet me inside.

[Sharona sighs]

Are you opening
a restaurant here, Mr. Monk?

No, I'm not opening a restaurant.

He's kind of particular.

We have bottled water
in Mexico, señor Monk.

Many fine brands.

Well, all he drinks is Sierra Springs.

Ah, there he is.

The genius from America,

here to show us simple peasants

how to solve a homicide.

I have seen this brand here as well.

Well, you know, better safe than sorry.

Send him home, Captain.
We don't need a babysitter.

I wish I could,
but I promised the governor

I would be a gracious host.

I only hope he doesn't get in my way.

Oh, one second, sir.

Lieutenant, will you marry me?

Sir, I, uh…

I'm joking, Lieutenant.

Those are pillowcases…

And backup pillowcases.

And these are?

Moist towelettes.

Why so many?

In case I happen to,
you know, meet people.

Señor, I think you have a very poor image

of our country.

Oh, no, no, no. It's not just you.

He thinks everybody is dirty.

You must be a very lonely man, señor.

I am, thank you.

This man is my guest, Sergeant.

Let's close up their bags
and put them in the car.

Sí, capitán.

Señor Monk.

Señorita Fleming.

Bienvenidos.

I am Captain Alameda.
This is Lieutenant Plato.

Señorita Fleming, welcome to Mexico.

Oh, well, thank you for inviting us.

We didn't invite you.

In fact, you are wasting your time.

We are going to be making
an arrest in this case

-very soon.
-You have a suspect?

Not yet, but we have a theory.

What's that?

-Drugs.
-Drugs?

It's always about the drugs.

Well, his parents swore he was clean.

Uh, the most he ever had
were a couple of beers.

Captain, how do you explain
the cause of death?

He drowned in midair.

I don't know.

[chuckles] I admit it sounds baffling,

but at the end of the day
you will see it was drugs.

We have the case folder.

We translated it for you.

Gracias.

[upbeat music playing]

I'm afraid the nicer hotels in town

were all booked up
with American teenagers.

-It's spring break.
-Oh, this will be fine.

Oh, I didn't know whether to book
one room or two.

Two. Two rooms. Two.

Uh, dos-- Two. Two rooms. Two.

I think they understand, Sharona.

Uh, two rooms.

It doesn't really make any sense, does it?

Nineteen years old,
comes down for spring break,

wins a free skydiving lesson,
goes up in the plane…

And drowns.

Drugs.

Somehow, drugs.

It is always the drugs.

-Have you spoken to the pilot?
-Yes, many times.

He is as baffled as we are.

He swears the boy was alive and well
when he jumped off the plane.

Would you like to meet him?

Eventually.

First I'd like to talk to the witnesses--

-The boy's two friends.
-I'll arrange for it.

Give us a call when you've had
a chance to freshen up.

Until later.

-Gracias.
-Por nada.

What do you think?

It's weird.

Everything's weird.

It's like another county.

This way, please.

Your bags will be right up.

-Is this your first time in San Marcos?
-Yes, it is.

[gasps] Adrian! Adrian, look.

You can see the plaza.

Uh, señor Monk is in here.

Señorita, you are in the next room.

There is a connecting door.

It locks, right?
There's a lock on the door?

How do you say "lock"?

La cerradura. Sí, there is a lock.

You have air conditioning and a minibar,

and the three-way light--
low, medium, high.

This is the only room in the hotel

with a three-way light.

Good thing we called ahead.

Here is a list of things
you cannot flush down the toilet.

Adrian, they have
chocolate mints on the pillows.

That is not a mint. Excuse me.

Uh, don't eat the mints.

[whispering]

Is there a problem?

Uh, sí. Your bags-- They have been stolen

from your car.

You must have left it unlocked.

[Sharona] Oh, my God.

Our bags? All of them?

I'm afraid so.

Th-- There were 18 of them!

That was only five minutes.

It would take a small army
and a U-Haul truck to do that.

Perhaps your friends
in the police can help.

I'm very sorry, señor.

Enjoy your stay.

I'll call Captain Alameda.

They took all my food and water.

What am I gonna eat and drink?

Adrian, they have food
and water in Mexico.

Answer the question!

What am I gonna eat and drink?

Every time I close my eyes,
I can see him falling.

Was he alive when he left the plane?

[sighs] Yeah, I think so.

I saw him kicking, waving his arms.

How well did you know Chip?

I didn't know him at all.

I didn't even know his last name
till I had to identify the body.

We just hooked up the other night
at this club in Rivesta.

And you all just decided
to go parachuting?

No, no, no. Chip won
a free lesson or something

from this flight school for one free jump.

He just asked us to come and watch.

It sounded like a blast.

I was talking to him
on his cell phone the entire time.

He sounded scared… but excited.

You know, the coroner said
Chip Rosatti drowned.

Drowned?

Does that make any sense to you?

Something from the bar?

I'll have an iced tea, thank you.

-Me too, please.
-Sounds good.

And for you, señor?

Do you have any Sierra Springs?

No. We have Perrier.

No, thank you.

Do you know anyone in town
that sells Sierra Springs?

I'm afraid not, señor.
We have San Pellegrino.

No, thank you.

We have Aquafina.

I don't think so.

We have Polaris.

No.

-Arrowhead.
-No, thank you.

-Deer Park.
-No.

We have Evian. It's delicious, señor.

It's our best seller.

It is?

No, thank you.

I'm sort of used to Sierra Springs.

We have Aquafresca.

It's owned by the same company
that bottles Sierra Springs.

They use the same water, señor.

No.

But it's the same water, señor.
It's just a different label.

Adrian, it's the same water.

No. I-- I'll be fine.

How long can you go without drinking?

I don't know.

What's the record?

That man.

-That-- That man.
-What about him?

He's wearing my clothes.

I think he stole my suitcases. Excuse me.

Hello? Excuse me.

Sir? Sir? Hello?

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Sir, excuse me.

Hey, señor!

I'd like to talk to you!

Sir? Sir?

¡Con permiso! Stop! Señor, wait!

[engine revving]

Stop! Stop!

¡Alto!

[Monk screams]

Adrian!

Adrian, are you okay?

-Oh, my God, he could have killed you!
-I think that was the idea.

[intriguing music playing]

My goodness, señor Monk,
you are lucky to be alive.

Did you get the license number?

No.

He was probably drunk.
He lost control of the vehicle.

He wasn't drunk. He tried to kill him.

Why would anyone in San Marcos
want to hurt señor Monk?

Do you have any enemies here?

No. Not here.

So I am right.

A drunk driver.

Or maybe it was the drugs.

We'll find him.

Oh, señor Monk, Dr. Madero,
our local coroner.

Bienvenidos.

This is a great honor, señor Monk.

You are legendary,

even in this tiny corner of the world.

I know. It is a frightful smell.

Here. Mentholated cream.

Uh, put a little bit under your nose.

You'll be fine.

Is that better?

Sí. Gracias.

Want some?

Doctor, señor Monk is, uh,
helping with the Chip Rosatti case.

Ah, excelente.

-He wanted to see your report.
-Of course. Anything you need.

You know, I just love it
when Americans visit.

I've never been to the United States.
It's been my life's dream.

-Here it is.
-Ah, thank you.

Catastrophic injuries…
Both internal and external.

Consistent with a fall
from a great height.

Plus, his blood was hypertonic,

and there was a pint
of water in each lung.

In other words, he drowned.

[Sharona] Was he drugged?

Oh, no, no. No drugs, no alcohol.

No signs of force.

Time of death?

There was zero lividity. No rigor mortis.

He died just before impact.

This case is even stranger
than the one last year.

Oh, what happened last year?

Another unusual death.

An American student
was mauled by a wild lion.

A wild lion?

What, did he escape from the circus?

That was the puzzle. There was no circus.

A wild lion in Mexico.

It was definitely a lion.

I did the autopsy myself.

It was drug-related somehow.
I am sure of it.

I'm sure you're right.

I wish you had been here
for that case, señor Monk.

Let's forget about the lion.

-The lion is ancient history.
-It's old news.

Yes, let's concentrate
on the case at hand.

He jumped from an airplane and drowned.

[Monk coughs]

Are you all right?

I'm… I'm just a little thirsty.

Do you have any bottled water?

-Oh, yes, I have Perrier.
-Mmm.

No, thank you. I'm fine.

Here.

No, thank you.

It's fine. It's in a can.

It doesn't say where it was bottled.

I'm Captain Valez.

You wanted to see me?

Uh, yeah. I'm Sharona Fleming,

and this is Adrian Monk.

We're investigating
the death of Chip Rosatti.

[sighs] Well, I wish you luck.

The police have shut me down…

Until they figure out what happened.

We understand you were
the last person to see Chip alive.

The police think I was involved,

which is crazy.

Why would I do this to my own business?

Why don't you tell us what happened?

The kid Rosatti showed up with a letter

from the home office that said,

"Good for one complimentary jump."

It turned out to be a forgery.

But at the time, it looked--

How do you say? Kosher.

So I took him up, I strapped him in,

and he jumped. That's all I know.

Captain, the ripcord
on the boy's parachute

-was severed.
-So they tell me.

Who had access to the parachute?

Everyone. Anyone.
It was sitting right here

on this shelf all weekend.
Anyone could've cut it.

From now on, I check them all.

[sighs] I feel terrible.

Is this the plane?

Sí.

Did anything unusual
happen during the flight?

No, it was routine.

I've logged
over 1,000 flights just like it.

So Chip was alive when you took off?

Everybody saw him. Talk to my crew.

He was alive when he jumped.

I don't know what happened
after he left the plane.

Why don't you talk
to his three little friends?

Three? I thought there were two.

Two came to watch,
but there was a third kid

-who dropped him off.
-A third kid?

-An American.
-Did you get a name?

I think his name was T.J.

-I saw Chip give him something.
-What was it?

I don't know.

This kid T.J.,
he was wearing a Rolex watch

and driving a very nice car.

You might want to check
the Grande Lago Resort.

That's where all the rich kids stay.

[upbeat music playing]

Oh, excuse me, we're looking for T.J.

Good luck.

I have, ahem, never been
prouder to be an American.

They're having fun.

So this is fun?

I've heard about fun.
I've never been this close to it.

Hey, you're hot.

You wanna, you know, go upstairs?

I'd rather chew glass.

[laughing]

Did you hear that?
Did you hear what she just said to me?

Excuse me.

Where'd you get that water?

I brought it with me from San Diego.

We'll give you $20 for it.

What?

Look, it's the only brand that he likes,

and he hasn't had anything
to eat or drink all day.

Well, here you go.

Ah, thank you, thank you.

Yeah!

[laughing]

That's the most obnoxious thing
I've ever seen.

Yeah? Is it more obnoxious than this?

Oh…

My God!

Hey, hey, are you still looking for T.J.?
'Cause he's right over there.

Oh, thank you. Thanks.

Oh, my God.

So you'd rather chew glass, huh?

Hey, look, I'm sorry I said that.

It was… just an expression.

Oh, yeah, well, I know
a few expressions too.

We know that you drove Chip to the airport

on the day he died.

I barely knew the kid.

I met him that morning.
He asked me for a ride.

Why didn't you go to the police?

Yeah. Right. Like I'm gonna get involved

with the federales.

The pilot said
that Chip gave you something

just before they took off.

Maybe he did.

What? What was it?

I told you I am not gonna get involved.

Did you hear what he said?

We're with the police.

Somebody is dead.

I'll tell you what.

I'll drink you for it.

Me and my buddy against the two of you.

One pitcher each. If you finish first,

I'll tell you what I know.

Fine. You're on.

No. What? No. This is insane.

No. Forget it.

We'll just call Captain Alameda.

It's a piece of cake.

Sharona, I don't drink.

Don't worry about it. I do.

Ready!

Set!

Go!

[all cheering]

[upbeat music playing]

What are you doing? It's a race!

One second. You'll thank me later.

Give it to me! Give it to me!

Chug! Chug! Chug!

Four years of Catholic high school!

Fork it over.

Okay. Here.

A key?

What's it for?

I don't know. He just asked me
to hold onto it for him.

[belches]

Adrian, why don't you go back
to the hotel?

Vacuum or something.
I'll stay here for a while.

Want to do another one?

-Let's do it.
-All right.

[crickets chirping]

[dog barking]

[door closes]

[door opens]

Hey, detective.

Where have you been?

Are you okay?

Did you have fun?

I had fun.

I forgot how much… fun fun was.

I like it here.

Where did you get that necklace?

I don't remember.

Don't ask me anything else.

It hurts to think.

[spluttering] But th-- That's my bed.

Your bed is in the next room.

Oh, shut up.

I've been asking around about the key.

The concierge says it might fit a locker

at the bus station.
You want to go check it out with me?

You mean now?

I'm afraid they're gonna
clean out the locker,

and we'll lose whatever's in there.

I think what I'd rather do

is die…

Okay.

So I'll just go out alone…

[groans]

Without you…

By myself.

[intriguing music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

[guitar music playing]

Ah, señorita Fleming.

Are you all right?

Do you have any aspirin?

Yes. How many do you need?

A thousand.

I like your necklace.

Señorita.

Sharona,

something has happened.

What?

It is your friend, señor Monk.

Was he at the bus station last night?

Yeah, yeah, I guess so. Why?

Oh, my God, what happened?

I'm-- I'm terribly sorry.

Señor Monk…

He is dead.

What?

Well, Judge Dexter
won't give us the warrant.

-[phone ringing]
-Yeah.

I knew she was trouble
when they appointed her.

Stottlemeyer.

Yes, Captain.

Yeah, I know him very well.

What's he done now?

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

I-- I have to hang up now.

Captain?

That-- That was Captain Alameda,

San Marcos Police Department.

Adrian Monk is dead.

[Sharona] He never used
the same umbrella twice.

Every time it rained, he threw it out.
It drove me crazy.

I don't know
what I'm gonna do without him.

Señorita, you have to come down
and identify the body.

I will go with you.

If it's any consolation,
your friend showed great courage.

After he was run over,
he crawled inch by inch

through the mud and garbage,

trying to get help.

He crawled through what?

Mud and garbage.

He's not dead.

Pardon me?

It's not him.

Señorita, your friend is gone.

It's not him. Maybe it's the guy

-that stole our suitcases.
-How can you be sure?

Adrian Monk would die before he
crawled through mud and garbage.

But he was dying.

You don't understand.

-[gasps] Adrian!
-Señor Monk!

That officer outside told me I was dead.

I'm not dead.

Am I?

You're not dead.

I didn't think so.

I'm so thirsty.

Uh, I found this in the locker.

It's Chip Rosatti's.

[moaning]

[weakly] I'm thirsty.

In a way, given what he had to deal with,

he was the bravest man I've ever known.

I measured everything I did against him.

He was my yardstick.

And I never told him that.

I'm sure he knew, sir.

I'm sure he did.

The son of a bitch knew everything.

I want a full-dress funeral.

I want the governor there.

I want the entire department there

with black armbands and white gloves.

Sir, Monk wasn't on active duty.

We can't go full dress.

Adrian Monk is to be buried with honors,

or I quit.

I'm gonna tell you something, Randy,
and I'm not ashamed to admit this.

I loved that man.

[telephone rings]

This is Stottlemeyer.

Yes.

I understand.

I hate that man.

I hate that man!

Thank you for coming, señor Monk.

As you can see,
there is nothing unusual here.

Here is some skin cream, a T-shirt,

some magazines…

Oh, yes, a candy bar.

No drugs.

No, señor.

Which makes me think…
For once, we have a case

that may not involve drugs.

I have a theory.

What is it?

The boy Chip Rosatti

drowned at the resort,

in the swimming pool.

It was an accident.

The resort owner panicked.

He couldn't afford
all the bad publicity or a lawsuit,

so to cover up,
he arranged for the boy's body

to be put on an airplane

and made it look like
a parachuting accident.

But his friends talked to him
just before he jumped.

They were obviously paid off.

But the pilot swore he was alive.

Then he was paid off as well.

What do you think, Mr. Monk?

Um, I'm sorry. I wasn't listening.

Capitán, I have some excellent news.

Don't tell me you have the news.
Tell me the news.

He's here.

Excellent!

Oh. The hotel owner is here.
He will be in the next room.

You will have a front-row seat.

He will be confessing very shortly.

Can we get you anything, Hernandez?

[Hernandez] It is a bit hot
in here, capitán.

Of course. Sergeant,
get some water for our guest.

Hernandez,

we know all about the accident
at the swimming pool.

-What accident?
-Don't play games.

We know Chip Rosatti drowned there,
and you tried to cover it up.

You're crazy.

Is that why you brought me here?

[door closes]

Sierra Springs.

Sergeant…

Is there any more Sierra Springs?

I'm sorry. No más. That was the last one.

We have Perrier.

I like your beads.

-Thanks.
-[Monk groaning]

What was that?

Don't change the subject.

Do you have witnesses?

If he drowned,
there must have been a witness.

Maybe you paid them off
like you paid off the pilot.

Adrian. Adrian. Look at this.

What is it?

Hydroxyzine.

That means he was allergic to chlorine.

He never would've gone swimming.

I don't care.

I'm just so damn thirsty.

[soft intriguing music playing]

[electricity buzzing]

If Chip didn't drown in the pool,
something must've happened on the plane.

-Maybe.
-I think we should go back to the airport.

-Okay.
-I'm gonna call Benjy.

[Sharona] Hi, honey, it's me.
How you doin'?

You did?!

That's-- I'm so proud of you.

You want to tell him about it?
Okay. One sec, okay? I love you.

I love you too. Bye.

Adrian, he wants to talk to you.

But the painting--

I'll fix the painting. Come on,
he wants to talk to you.

[Monk sighs]

Hi, Benjy.

It's me, Monk.

What are you drinking?

Oh. I thought you were drinking something.

Hold, please. Sharona, the bed.

It's not made.

So?

The maid hasn't been in here.

Don't move!

Benjy, we'll call you back.

Don't… move.

Somebody's been in this room.

How do you know?

The three-way lamp--

It was on low when we left,

but now it's on high. And that painting…

was tilted the other way.

[dramatic music playing]

Señor Monk?

Señor Monk?

Señor Monk.

There you are.

Are you all right?

You are a brave man, señor Monk.

You are not sweating at all.

I'm dehydrated. I'm out of sweat.
I want to sweat. I'm trying to sweat.

Clearly you were right, señor.
Somebody is trying to kill you.

You must be frightening someone.

But we don't even have a suspect.

[hoarsely] This isn't
about the Chip Rosatti case.

-It's about something else.
-What?

I don't know.

Maybe it's just a local zafado

who hates people from San Francisco.

[laughing]

Excuse me?

He's right.

You, Chip Rosatti, the boy last year

who was mauled by the wild lion--
You are all from San Francisco.

The boy who was mauled
was from San Francisco?

Yes, from Marin County.
From a wealthy family.

And Chip Rosatti's family had money.

-What?
-I got it. I know who did it.

-I know how, and I know why.
-You do?

Get the car and start packing!
We're going home!

[Sharona] What?!

-It's all over! We're going home!
-[Captain Alameda] What?

When did the coroner
Dr. Madero first arrive

in San Marcos?

Wait. Don't tell me.

A year and a half ago.

That's right.

But what does Madero
have to do with all this?

I didn't catch it before
because I was so damn thirsty.

Smell this.

Menthol.

Madero uses mentholated cream
when he works at the morgue.

Go find Dr. Madero
and bring him here rápido!

Plato!

Come on! Come on, pack! Pack!

It's nothing personal. I just--
I just gotta go home.

I still don't understand, señor Monk.

Captain,

the wild lion last year
and the boy who drowned in midair--

What do they have in common?

I don't know!

They're both impossible.

One impossible murder, maybe.

Two impossible murders?

It's just not possible.

-Is the car downstairs?
-Yes, I just called.

-Come on.
-Wait, wait, wait! My hairbrush!

-I'll buy you a new one!
-But how are you so sure?

Two years ago, back in the States,

I testified against a doctor
named Luis Nivara.

I remember that case.
It was an insurance scam.

It ruined him. He lost his practice.

His poor wife committed suicide,
and he always blamed me.

So you think this Dr. Nivara…

And your coroner Dr. Madero
are one and the same.

Why didn't you recognize him?

I never met the man.

It was a grand jury-- Closed hearing.

He jumped bail before the trial
and disappeared.

Excuse me, could we go first?
I haven't had a thing

to eat or drink in 36 hours.

-Hi, we're checking out.
-What room, señor?

The room with the bomb
behind the painting.

Ah, yes. Room 403.

Speak of the devil.

¿Qué pasa, capitán?

Dr. Nivara.

I believe that's your real name.

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

I'm talking about homicide, Doctor.

I was just explaining to the captain

why you killed Chip Rosatti.

Capitán, usted no puede creer
lo que este hombre está diciendo.

This whole thing has been about me
from the beginning, hasn't it?

-About you?
-You wanted to kill me.

You blamed me for ruining your life
by testifying against you,

but you couldn't return to the States.

You're a wanted man.

So you had to find a way

to get me to come to you.

Señor, would you care to check the bill?

No, it's fine. You needed the right bait.

A kid from San Francisco
whose family had money and connections.

If the murder was difficult enough
and mysterious enough,

you knew the mayor would bring me in.

It's true. He's the go-to guy.

[Monk] You went to the Grande Lago Resort,

and you found Chip Rosatti.

He was a thirsty victim.

-[Sharona] Adrian--
-I mean, a perfect victim.

His family was rich and well-connected.

You sent him a letter with a coupon

for one free skydiving lesson.

But first, you made sure
that his parachute

would never open.

Shall we keep this
on your card, señor Monk?

-Yeah, whatever.
-Shall I staple them together?

I don't care! Do what you want.

-Where's the car?
-It's coming. Continue, señor Monk.

[Monk] When Chip Rosatti's body
was brought in,

the good doctor poured water
into his lungs

and announced that the boy
had mysteriously drowned.

He knew the mayor often asked me
to look into cases like this.

Capitán,

you cannot believe a word he's saying.

Actually, Doctor, it explains quite a bit.

There were some fingerprints
on the parachute handles

we couldn't match up.

I'll be interested
in comparing them with yours.

You're leaving too?

I'm afraid your impression
of our town must be… terrible.

Will you give us another chance?

Oh, of course. I love your country.

Maybe you come back alone,
you can earn some more necklaces.

Why does everybody
keep mentioning my necklaces?

They're fiesta beads.

What are fiesta beads?

You don't remember how you got them?

No.

Guys give them to girls at parties.

Oh, what for?

[gasps]

Oh, my God! Why didn't you tell me?

You wore them so… proudly.

Oh, God.

Adrian!

The car is here! Let's go!

-[Sharona] Oh!
-Señor Monk.

You said you ruined my life.

That is wrong. You stole it!

I made one foolish mistake.

Nobody even noticed.

Who the hell are you
to point your finger at me?

Who is he?

He is a police officer
and a damn fine one!

Keep your eye on him, Lieutenant.

He is a primary suspect in two homicides.

Actually, three-- Three homicides.
Don't forget the boy he killed last year.

Aah!

The wild lion?

Exactly. He fabricated that too.

Only it didn't work, so no one called me.

So he waited a year and tried again.

All this because you smelled
menthol cream on the curtains?

Actually, I've been thinking
about Madero for a while.

He claimed he had never been
to the United States,

but then he said there was
a pint of water in the boy's lungs.

He didn't say half a liter.
He said a pint.

Only a person who practiced
in the United States

would've said that.

Señor Monk, I want to say
it has been an honor

to work side by side with such
an accomplished detective.

[Sharona] Mail it to us!

Just put 'em anywhere.

Thanks a lot.

-I see you bought some water.
-Yeah.

What are you doing?

I'm thirsty.

No, no. Don't-- Don't-- Don't drink that.

That's my emergency stash.

You have, like, a thousand bottles here!

Five thousand and forty. Here.

Drink this.

That's fresher.

Hey. Oh, great.

Great. Now I'm gonna have
to order some more.

Hey.

It's from San Marcos.

They indicted Dr. Madero.
There's a trial date.

It's hard to believe.

I never even met the guy in person,
and he wanted to kill me.

Huh?

I said, it's hard to believe.

I barely knew him, and he wanted me dead.

I mean, it's hard to believe,
don't you think…

Sharona?

He wanted me dead.

-Hello?
-[door closes]

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