All language subtitles for Monk_S02E09_Mr. Monk and the 12th Man.English (CC)

[man] So the salesman says,
"Try the cleats."

I say, "What do I need cleats for?
I work in a toll booth, for God's sake."

They just want the commission.

[man] Exactly.

It's all about volume to them.

Janet buys all her shoes by mail.

You know, I don't get that.
How do you buy shoes by mail?

I mean, I got to walk around in them.
I got to walk around the block.

How you doing?

Outta ten.

-[driver] Are you Pulaski?
-Yeah.

[driver] Frank Pulaski?

-That's right. Do I know you?
-Just give me my change, Frank.

Hey! What the hell is this?

Frank, what-- what happened?

Hey! Help, Tommy!

God, I can't get it off!

-Do something!
-I'm trying here!

Tommy! [screaming]

Oh, my…

["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 ♪

[bell dinging]

[gasps] Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, look at this.
Look at this on page ten.

That's me and Kenny
at the fundraiser he took me to.

-Mm-hmm.
-[bell dings]

Mrs. Ling? Hello, it's ten o'clock.

Adrian, Adrian, you see that tie?

-I picked it out for him.
-Mm-hmm.

He said he trusted my taste.

[chuckles]

Imagine spending time with a man
who actually cares about what I think.

-Mm-hmm.
-[bell dings]

Mrs. Ling?

Ten o'clock. Hello!

Adrian, Adrian, listen to this.
Listen, listen.

"Deputy Mayor Kenny Shale
with an unidentified friend."

That's me. "Seen Friday night
at the gala children's fund benefit."

"Mr. Shale is being touted by many pundits

as a possible candidate
in next year's mayoral election."

-You know what that means?
-No.

I could be dating
the next mayor of San Francisco.

I thought you didn't like Kenny.

I don't know. I changed my mind.

Oh, my God! I gotta get more copies.

[bell dinging]

Mr. Monk, I tell you before,
do not ring the bell.

Stop that.

It's ten o'clock, Mrs. Ling.

The ticket says Tuesday, 10:00 a.m.

It's an approximation, Mr. Monk.

It means about ten o'clock,
not at ten o'clock, you crazy man.

What's wrong with you?
Okay, give me your ticket.

[groans] Mr. Monk,
I told you before, no copies.

Where's the original ticket?

It's safe at home in my file.

What do you need a file for?
This is dry cleaning ticket.

-[ding]
-Stop that.

Why you let him Xerox?

I'm not with him every minute.

Oh, okay, here you go.
Four shirts, okay?

That's…

$24.00

Why do I pay more?

Because you so much trouble, okay?

I got to clean everything twice,
then I got to stand here

and talk to you for, like, half an hour.

Okay, good, thank you. Bye-bye now.

Thank you, Mrs. Ling. Thank you.

Wait.

-What is it now?
-Well, this is all wrinkled.

Well, it's cellophane.
It's going to get wrinkled.

Is cellophane, crazy man.

-Come on.
-What-- what's this?

Oh, that-that is nothing.
Okay, bye-bye now. Bye-bye.

-Let's go. Let's go.
-This isn't my button.

Your button fall off,
but I found a new one.

Identical. No difference.

Looks the same to me.

[cell phone rings]

The button matches,
but the stitching is all different.

See, on the other ones,

the thread is crisscrossed,

-but here, look. It's parallel.
-That's how I sew them.

Parallel, that's my style.

But it doesn't match.
I have to live in this town.

[Sharona] All right, fine,
we'll be right there.

Another job.

I've got a good mind
to take my business elsewhere.

Oh, please do, okay? Quit me, okay?

Bye-bye.

No, no, relax, Mrs. Ling.

I was-- I was just kidding.

Just kidding.
You're the best dry cleaner in the city.

-I'm not going anywhere.
-[ding]

[whispering] Will you stop it?

[Monk] Handcuffed?

Handcuffed to one wrist
and tied to 70 feet of rope.

Oh, God.

Then he was dragged west
7/10ths of a mile.

I just saw the body, or what's left of it.

The ME said he's never
seen anything like it.

-There's no end to it.
-What do you mean?

I mean, this is number nine.

Nine bizarre murders
in the past two weeks.

Every time my beeper goes off,
my heart skips a beat.

-Are they connected?
-No, no connection at all.

I mean, four have been men, five women,

all different ages, Latino, white, Black.

-And the MOs?
-All different.

There's been a couple of shootings,
different weapons, a hit-and-run,

a drowning, an electrocution--

I mean, it's-- it's like
a full moon every night.

And you're sure that the cases
have absolutely nothing in common.

Well, they have one thing in common,
Monk: we can't solve 'em.

I swear, there's something in the water.

Saw the picture of you
and your new boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend.

Oh. I was thinking of voting for him,

but now I worry about his judgment.

I mean, if he's going out with you,
there's no telling what else he might do.

Start a nuclear war or something.

I'll tell him that you said that.

No, don't-- just-- I was joking. Ha.

Then I'll tell him you were joking.

No, don't-- don't say that.
Just-just don't say anything.

-I brought you some coffee.
-Thank you. I appreciate it.

Actually, it's for Sharona.

Oh, thanks.

Tell Kenny I say hi.

I will.

He stayed on his feet
as long as he could.

Then he fell and was dragged away.

I could hear him screaming and begging.

It could have been me.

-Shoulda been me.
-What do you mean?

I was wide open.
Frankie had three cars in line.

Wait, you were wide open?

But the killer went to Mr. Pulaski's booth
and waited in line?

Yeah.

Why would he do that, unless…

He was after that particular guy.

So you didn't see the driver

and you didn't get a make of the car.

I'm sorry. It might have been a Chrysler.
I'm not sure.

Captain.

What's this?

The killer paid his toll with that.
That's supposed to be at the lab.

Lieutenant.

Hey, hey, guys, what is this,
a high school dance?

Give the girl some room. Let her breathe.
Come here, I wanna talk to you.

I understand
that you are seeing Kenny Shale.

-Oh, it's nothing serious.
-Yes, it is.

I wanna tell you something, Sharona.
Your life is about to change.

Everybody you know
is gonna want a piece of you.

You're not gonna know who to trust.

Monk can't help you with this, all right?

-Mm-hmm.
-He's… he's brilliant, but he's Monk.

He's lost in Monk land.

Now, I've been where you are.
I've been in the spotlight,

and… well, here.

I want you to take that.

-What is it?
-That's my cell phone number, okay?

You call me 24/7

if you need anything.

I just don't want to see you get hurt.

-Mm. Thanks a lot. Thanks.
-Yeah.

Oh, I was thinking, um…

Maybe we could get together,

do a double date kind of thing,
me and Karen, you and Kenny.

I've always liked Kenny.

Kenny, he's-he's a good guy.
He's good people.

You called him a weasel.

-No, I didn't.
-Yeah, you did, three weeks ago.

No, I never said "weasel."

I said he was a-a w…

Well, yeah, I said "weasel."
I called him a weasel, but you see…

That's not a bad thing.
I had a weasel.

A weasel is a noble animal, all right?

It's-it's-it's a term of endearment.

Jerry, hey, how you doing, you weasel?
Good to see you.

-See, I call everybody a weasel.
-Captain.

Captain, look at this.

His coin tray, it was almost empty.

He was just starting his shift?

That's right, he was.

So the killer had to have been waiting

for Pulaski to come on duty.

That's right. I remember.

The guy was parked right over there
by the call box for about 20 minutes.

Hmm.

So he was waiting.

What do you think, Sharona?

-Me?
-Yeah.

She's dating Kenny Shale,
who's running for mayor.

Yeah, I know.
I-I've been reading about him.

I don't think she really likes him.

I think she just likes all the attention.

Everyone in the department
has been fawning over her.

Laughing at her jokes,
getting her coffee--

Maybe you should be happy for her.

Can I tell you something?

Yeah, that's why we're here.

The last few days, I find myself thinking

that if Kenny Shale is elected

and Sharona is still with him…

Maybe…

she could…

She could…

help to get you reinstated
to the department.

[sighs]

I'm as bad as any of them.

Oh, Adrian, no, no, no.

See, there's nothing wrong
with being ambitious.

It just means that you're human.

Human.

It's been a long time
since anybody's called me that.

[chuckles]

What's wrong with your shirt?

Nothing.

Why-why-why are you
holding it like that?

-I put on the wrong shirt.
-What, there's a stain?

Because, see, I don't--
I don't see anything.

It's the button.
Mrs. Ling sewed it back on.

The stitching is all different.

The-the-the stitching.

It's not crisscrossed. It's parallel.

Don't-don't… don't pretend
you don't see it.

[suspenseful music playing in film]

[man whispers] Arlene?

Arlene Carney?

Yes?

-How are you, Arlene?
-Who is that?

-[dramatic music playing]
-[gasping, choking]

The lady-- Well, th-the dead lady,
sh-she bought a ticket.

Did she appear
to be waiting for somebody?

No, sir.

Did she look frightened?

No, sir.

It fell off, and the dry cleaner
sewed it on wrong.

Sir?

Weren't you staring at my button?

No, sir.

Whatever.

-We haven't met. I'm Chuck Evered.
-The theater manager.

Adrian Monk. Sharona. [snaps]

Sharon-- Sharona?

If you're looking for Jackie O.,
she's over there.

You know, Kenny took me
to City Hall last night,

and we had dinner
in the private dining room.

Wow, really?

Maybe I'll bring you next time.
Kenny might need a bodyguard.

[cell phone rings]

Hello? Hi, Kenny.

Oh, guys, guys, keep it down.

Her royal highness
is talking to Mr. Kenny Shale.

Go ahead.

-No, no, no…
-Go ahead, kid. You're doing fine.

So she goes inside,
and about a minute later, a man steps up.

Can you describe him?

I couldn't really see his face.

He was holding
a handkerchief over his mouth,

like he had a cold.

He bought a ticket
for the same movie, and…

and I asked him
if he wanted the combo special,

which is a large popcorn
and a medium drink--

a $9.00 value, and only $7.50.

He said no,

and then he went inside and killed her,

which I had no idea
he was planning to do.

And he paid you with this?

-Yes, sir.
-Great, thanks a lot.

You need to go downtown
and talk to a sketch artist.

Jerry? Officer Johnson
will give you a ride.

Whew.

-Captain.
-What?

You've got a serial killer on your hands.

Monk, the woman was strangled.

She didn't know
any of the other victims.

I am not crying wolf
until I am 100% sure.

This is definitely the same man

that killed Frank Pulaski
at the toll booth.

A lot of people pay
with ten dollar bills.

It's brand-new.

There a lot of brand-new tens
out there right now.

The serial numbers are sequential.

You remember the--

Well, I got a pretty good look at it.

The bill at the toll booth
ended with 6092b.

This is 6093b.

A serial killer.

[Disher] Captain, Captain.

Washington just sent this down.

It's a prelim psych profile.

Let me guess. The killer is…

between 30 and 45 years old,

white male, does not work in an office,

probably spent time in the military,
and definitely hates his mother.

Yeah, how'd you know?

'Cause that's what they always say.
That's scrap paper.

What about the ten dollar bills?
Anything on them?

They're from a bank in San Mateo.
Wells Fargo. Untraceable.

Of course they are.

All right, everybody, listen up.

[claps twice] Listen up!

We're not gonna find him
flailing around in the dark.

Let's communicate.
Keep each other briefed.

We're going dumpster diving. We're gonna--

What are you doing? What is that?

I'm leaving a space for the next victim.

Take that down. Take it down.

There is no next victim.
We're stopping the son of a bitch at ten.

Well, thank you. Thank you.

Sharona…

Are you cold? Here you go.

Oh… thank you, Kevin.

Sharona, look at this. Look.

Sharona Fleming?

Oh, yes, I'm Sharona Fleming.

These are from, uh, Kenny Shale.

Oh, my God, they're beautiful. Thank you.

Sharona, let me get you a vase
for these flowers.

Okay.

Sharona, hello? Hey.

Sharon-- Sharona, look.

Miss Fleming?

[laughs haughtily]

Lieutenant. Captain.
Captain, can I show you something?

Look. Lieutenant, look at this one…

This one… and that one.

Yeah. The calendar.

Exactly. These three have
the same calendar on their wall.

Yeah, we noticed that yesterday, Monk.

Come here, I wanna show you something.

They send me one of those every year.

Probably print a million of them.

Actually, they print 25,000.

I talked to the insurance
company last night.

It's a single office,
mom-and-pop operation.

Still owned by Mr. Henry Smalls.

It can't be a coincidence.

Captain, three of them-- maybe more--
with the exact same calendar.

-We at least have to check this guy out.
-We already did. Lieutenant?

Henry Smalls, 47 years old.

He's been away for the last two weeks
at an insurance convention in Baltimore.

He's due back tonight.

-He's been out of town, Monk.
-Okay, okay.

But maybe he's the common denominator.

Maybe you might be right,
but I cannot put this

on the top of my pile.
I have 700 leads.

At least half of 'em
are stronger than this is.

I will get to that eventually. I promise.

-But he's coming home tonight.
-I said "eventually."

[Sharona] Did I miss anything?

No, nothing much.
We're just trying to catch a serial killer

before he strikes again.

Hardly worth mentioning, really.
Listen, there's a possible lead.

You and I are gonna
stake out the guy's house later.

-You mean tonight?
-Yeah.

I can't. This is Kenny's only night off.

Adrian, I told you three days ago
that I needed tonight off.

Sharona, this guy's coming home tonight.
I have to talk to him.

So who's stopping you?
You don't need me.

I don't need you?

Haven't you been paying attention
for the last three years?

-Hire a Kelly Girl.
-A what?

A temp. You pay them by the hour.
They'll do anything.

-I can't bring a temp on a stakeout.
-Ugh!

All I know
is that I'm seeing Kenny tonight.

And I'm going on that stakeout.

Yeah, that's the house.

Number 782. He'll be home any minute.

Well, I finally got you in the back seat,
and after only three dates!

Um, Kenny, uh, you gotta behave yourself.

This is official police business.
You know what I mean?

Honey, I'm so sorry. I'm just so excited.

-This is my first stakeout.
-[chuckles]

-Well, I brought you some doughnuts.
-[Kenny] Oh!

-[Sharona] Real stakeout food.
-Okay, and I brought the vino.

This wine is 30 years old, so let's
not let it live another minute, okay?

[both giggling]

Doughnuts and red wine.
This might be the best date I ever had.

Here, baby, take this.
Hey, Adrian, thanks again for inviting me.

Don't make a mess back there.

-It's my car.
-[phone rings]

That's true.

-Don't make a mess back there.
-[ringing]

Hello. Yes, sir.

Thursday's perfect.

Yes, sir, I'll see you there.

Well, yes, sir, she's right here.

Ha ha ha ha!

I'll tell her. Yes, sir, thank you.

Governor says hi.

-That was the governor?
-Uh-huh.

-He said hi to me?
-Yes, he did.

-Adrian, did you hear that?
-Did he happen to mention me?

I met him during the campaign.

No. No, he didn't. Mmm.

Saved his life.

Got him elected. That's all.

Kenny,

has Sharona told you about
some of the cases I've been working on?

You know, I, uh, I could do so much more

if I was, uh, officially reinstated.

Mmm, isn't that good?

-Yeah, it--
-It's delicious.

Kenny, not now, I told you.
Remember? Not now.

Adrian, what are you doing?

The odometer is 9999.

-I'm trying to get it to zero.
-Why?

So… then it'll be at zero.

[Kenny] Well, will that work?
Do the numbers change

if you just go backwards and forwards?

It's changing. Look.

There it goes.

-[Sharona] It's not moving.
-[Monk] Yeah, it's moving. It's moving.

Oh, no. God, oh, no!

Look out behind you!

No! God! Henry Smalls!

Uhh…

Henry Smalls!

-Adrian! What are you doing?!
-I don't know!

[suspenseful music]

That's number 11, damn it.

All right, nobody's going home.

I want to know how many of our victims
knew Mr. Henry Smalls.

We're gonna revisit
every crime scene, every house.

We huddle back here at 0900. Go.

Go!

-You okay?
-Yeah.

What happened to your hands?
You hurt both of your hands?

No, just the left one.

Well, why do you have bandages on both?

Right. Symmetry.

Where is our future mayor?

He went home. He was pretty shaken up.

I'll bet he is.

Grace under pressure, that's what
I look for in a chief executive.

-Can you ID this guy?
-I'm not sure.

He was wearing a ski mask.

Well, you were right about Henry Smalls.

Except I honestly thought he
might be a suspect, not the next victim.

Yeah.

But it is something. It's something real.

We've got our foot in the door. Thank you.

[sighs]

Aw, Monk, what the hell is going on here?

Okay.

An Hispanic plumber,

a retired white cop,

an African American schoolteacher…

What do they have in common?

Absolutely nothing.

Exactly. They have nothing in common.

Different ages, occupations,
some are rich, some poor…

Captain, this is a very diverse group.

They are… too diverse.

Too diverse?

I'm talking statistics.

You'd have to work hard, really hard,

to find a group this different.

Plus, look at this.

The blue pins indicate where they lived.

-Right?
-Yep.

The murders took place
all throughout the Bay Area,

but the victims all lived in Marin County.

-What are the odds of that?
-Go on. Go, go, go, go, go.

A diverse group,

all registered to vote…

You know where you find
a group like that?

Yes, yes, on a jury.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Hang on, hang on.

He's right.

They all served on the same jury
six years ago.

A jury.

On a jury.

Eleven victims.
What did they have in common?

They all served together on the same jury
six years ago in Marin County.

It was a personal injury lawsuit.

A handyman named Ian Agnew
fell off of a roof,

and he landed on a metal pipe
which was sticking up out of the ground.

He sued the homeowners-- a Stewart
and Lisa Babcock-- for negligence.

Apparently, part of the pipe
is still in the guy's head.

-He has a pipe in his head?
-Yeah. He's got a 3/4-inch

galvanized metal pipe in his head.
They couldn't remove all of it.

He has a pipe in his head?

He was awarded $700,000.
The homeowner's insurance

paid for the whole thing.
It was a routine trial.

Except six years later, the jury
is being killed off one at a time.

Excuse me, Captain.
What happened to the 12th juror?

That's a good question, Kenny.

You know, I could use a guy
like you on the force.

The 12th and only surviving juror

is a fellow named Cassidy.

Wallace J. Cassidy.
We're looking for him right now.

Did anything unusual happen
during the trial?

Well, not according to this.

They, uh, deliberated
for a day and a half.

They went and visited
the scene of the accident.

Then they were sequestered
at a motel for a night.

And they delivered their verdict.
It's all very straightforward.

Captain, you ready for this?

Randy, you could be halfway
through your first sentence now.

We just picked up juror number 12
at a casino in Wallenpaupack.

He gambles a lot. He's always in debt.

He did it.

What, he confessed?

No, he lawyered up.
He's not saying a thing.

-But you think he's the guy.
-He tried to bolt when we picked him up.

Guy put up a hell of a fight.
And are you ready for this?

Yes, Randy, we're ready.
You don't have to ask.

You never have to ask.

We just came from his house.

There was a body part in the freezer--
a human finger.

Really?

Well, the D.A.'s gonna love that.

They love body parts in the freezer.

But none of the victims
were missing a finger.

Yeah, well, uh, he killed somebody else.

That's why they call 'em psychotic.

Why would he wait six years
and then kill everybody else on the jury?

I don't know, and I don't care.

Congratulations, Captain.

I'll be sure to mention you
in my statement.

Whoa, hey, hang on.
Kenny, um, I think I should go with you.

They're gonna have a lot of questions,
and I know this case inside and out.

All right. I'll, uh, I'll say a few words,

-and then I'll introduce you, okay?
-Good deal.

-Oh, uh, Kenny?
-Yeah, babe.

Wait.

-Crooked.
-Thank you, honey.

Captain.

Thank you, honey.

-Shall we?
-Yeah.

Wait, Ca-Captain.

Why don't we slow down here?

I mean, what if I can ID this guy?

I'd like to give it a try.

You want to be sure about this, right?

Number five…

could you slide a little to your right?

A little more.

Thank you.

Number one…

You have some lint on your jump suit.

Number two, could you help number one?

Adrian, do you see
the guy from last night?

Number three,

could you trade places with number two?

Number three, stay where you are.

Monk, do you see the guy or not?

Listen to me. This is very important…

for you,
it's very important for everybody…

So for the record,
before you say anything, please,

count to the number four.

Number four…

could you step forward?

Could you straighten that number?

-He's not the guy.
-He's not the guy?

-His fingernails are too long!
-His fingernails.

The guy I fought with last night
didn't have any fingernails.

I think he chewed them.

Monk, this guy is the only
surviving member from that jury.

-We found a finger in his icebox.
-He's not the guy.

I want to know more about that trial.

I think I should talk to the handyman
who fell off the roof.

Captain, the press is all over this thing.
We can't keep a lid on it.

All right, Monk, look, you go.

You go and you talk
to the handyman, okay?

But you make it quick,
because I have got to go public tonight.

Go.

Thank you for seeing us.

Oh, I don't mind.
I don't get many visitors.

So, what can I do for you?

Mr. Agnew, we were wondering about…

your accident.

Please. Sit down.

Ian, I used to be a nurse.
Is there anything I can do?

No. Thank you.

It comes and goes. It's the pipe.

I have a piece of pipe in my head.

Oh.

I don't get many visitors. Please, sit.

Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit.

Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit.

-Sit--
-Sir?

Uh, about your accident…

Ah, the accident.

I really don't remember much about it.

I, uh… we were building a cabana
near the pool for the Babcocks,

and, uh, I was working on the roof,
and there was a tile loose.

And the next thing I knew,

I woke up and I was a human smokestack.

[laughter]

I'll get it. Hello? Hello.
It's a wrong number.

I get 'em all the time.
How's that coffee?

Back off!

Anyway, I, uh, I haven't worked since.

Huh.

How did you get the job?

Mrs. Babcock hired me.
Although, by the time I had started,

she wasn't there anymore.
Um, they split up. She ran off.

I never got the whole story.

I dealt mostly with her husband Stew.

I'll get it.

You know,
I just changed my phone number,

and it doesn't seem to help.

I don't get many visitors.

Did you go to the trial?

I testified.

Did you spend any time with the jury?

No, ma'am. I wish I had.

Uh, I wanted to thank them.
They were very generous.

I don't get many visitors.

♪ Daisy, daisy ♪

♪ Tell me your answer true ♪

Back off!

You know what I think I miss the most?

Not having this pipe in my head.

I have to take this.

Hello. Hello.

I can't believe you're not
the craziest man in the room.

How did you get this number?!

We'll let ourselves out.

You tell me who this is right now!!

Go. Go, go, go, go, go.

Well, I don't believe that for a minute.

[laughs] Ah, that was before my time.

I didn't even meet Stewart
until after the trial.

-Would you like some lemonade?
-No, thank you.

Stew, these people
want to talk about the handyman.

What handyman?

The one who sued you.

Why? That's ancient history.

Is that where he fell?

-Uh, yes, it was.
-Mr. Babock,

were you at home
when the accident occurred?

No, I was on vacation with my wife--

my first wife.

The dragon lady.

Did you attend the trial?

Well, there was no reason to.

It was my insurance
company's headache.

What is this all about?

I mean, that was settled,
like, uh, six years ago.

It's, uh, it's probably nothing.

Will you stop it?

Please?

Well… there's another-- another case

involving a few of the jurors.

-The jurors?
-[Sharona] Uh, yeah, did any of them

-try to contact you?
-The jurors? No, why would they?

Thank you.

Do you have a trash can?

Just toss it anywhere.

It's… wet.

It's a leaf.

Why don't you just
throw it on the ground?

I'll throw it out.

You'll thank me later.

Around the corner, in the kitchen.

Thank you.

I had so much fun
the other night. Did you?

Yeah, we have to do it again. I know.

Oh, you're so bad. Um, hold on, hold on.

Uh, Kenny wants to know how we're doing.

Tell him I don't know yet.
The jury's still out, so to speak.

Uh, Kenny, you know what?
He's a little distracted right now.

Why don't I call you back later?

Okay. Y-you did?

Oh, my God. Thank you. You…

Oh, you're an angel. An angel.

All right, I'll speak to you later. Bye.

Adrian, do you know what Kenny just did?

He took care of all my parking tickets.

He's like Superman.

-That's strange.
-What?

Lisa Babcock said she didn't
meet her husband until after the trial.

But look.

This picture was taken
more than six years ago.

-How do you know?
-I recognize that restaurant.

It's O'Malley's on Richmond.

They haven't allowed smoking
in there since 1995.

And…

and he was chewing his nails.

-Who, Babcock?
-Just now. In the pool.

So what does it mean?

It means they're a couple of liars.

Or maybe worse.

Maybe a lot worse.

Kenny, come here. Kenny, come here.

What the hell are you doing?
I didn't authorize this.

I did. Captain, the people
of San Francisco are frightened.

They deserve to know
that we have a suspect in custody.

This is not a campaign stop, Kenny.

Monk could not ID the guy.

Monk could not ID
the guy's fingernails, Captain.

It's just not good enough.
Now, I want to reassure the citizens

that we have made a significant
breakthrough in this case.

-But we haven't made--
-Captain.

We just found this photograph
in Wallace Cassidy's house.

Oh, who's this?

I don't know,
but she's definitely a woman.

-She looks like she's frozen.
-Yeah. Captain, this picture,

plus the finger in the freezer,
plus he tried to run,

plus he's the only surviving
member on that jury.

What else do you need?

Okay.

Okay, go ahead.

Good afternoon. In a few minutes,
Deputy Mayor Kenny Shale

will be making his brief statement

regarding the recent series of homicides…

Monk, you're too late.
They've already started.

They're about to name Wallace Cassidy
as the primary suspect.

No, no, they're making a mistake.

Lieutenant, there is something
else going on here.

Stewart and Lisa Babcock
are involved in all of this, I know it.

The homeowners,
where the guy fell off the roof. How?

-We're still working on it.
-Well, can you prove it?

-Not yet.
-Wh-what's this?

The coroner found it.
It's a sleeve-- part of it.

Henry Smalls, juror number 12,
was clutching it when he died.

Must've ripped it off the killer.

Monk, forget it. It's a dead end.
It's already gone through the lab.

It's untraceable.

There will be time for a Q&A later,

but, remember, officially,
this is still an open case,

so we're not going to be able…

Captain, Captain.

What do you got? What's up?

I think I know what's been going on here.

It wasn't juror number 12.

It was Stewart and Lisa Babcock.

What, the couple that's being sued?
Are you sure?

Do you mean, am I certain?

Yes, yes, that's what I mean
by "are you sure?"

Not yet. I-I need an hour. Just one hour.

-And then we'll know.
-Is there a problem?

Captain? Are we about ready?

Hang on just a second.

Kenny, Monk needs an hour.
I'm going to give it to him.

-What about the press?
-The press can wait.

-That's what they get paid for.
-Well, I can't.

Now, if we don't start now,

we're not going to make
the six o'clock news, all right?

I'm gonna go ahead with or without you,
Captain. It's called leadership.

No, no, Kenny, it's called grandstanding.

Let's go.

Kenny, Kenny. Kenny.

Oh, hey, sweetie, I'm glad you stayed.
Watch this. A star is born.

No, wait, Kenny, Kenny, listen to me.
You're making a big mistake.

This is the kind of mistake
that people won't forget.

Well, Sharona, sweetheart,

you don't understand
how this game is played.

You said you trusted me.

Well, I trusted you
to pick out my tie, babe--

not with the big stuff.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you very much for coming.

I'd like you all to know that we've made
a significant breakthrough in this case…

Mr. And Mrs. Babcock?

San Francisco PD.

I'm Captain Stottlemeyer.

Were you folks going somewhere?

-We're just getting away for the weekend.
-Yes, we have a house at the beach.

Well, I'm glad we caught you.

"I trust you with my ties."
Where the hell does he get off?

I don't know. Are those passports
in your handbag, Mrs. Babcock?

You're not leaving for the weekend,
are you?

You're leaving for good.

Because you heard
they just arrested Wallace Cassidy.

-Who?
-Fixes a few parking tickets,

and you think you can talk to me that way?
Nobody talks to me that way. Nobody!

Wallace Cassidy. He was on the jury

when you were being sued
six years ago.

What are you talking about?

Why would we care about
somebody on a jury? That--

[Monk] Maybe because
you knew he was going to confess.

Not for murder. For blackmail.

Juror number 12 was blackmailing you.

He knew that you had murdered
your first wife.

After Ian Agnew
fell off your roof six years ago

and sued you for negligence,
the jury was brought here

to visit the scene of the accident.

One of them-- Wallace Cassidy--
wandered off.

Most likely, he was looking
for something to steal.

Mr. Cassidy had a gambling problem.
He was always in debt.

Oh, God, I can't believe
I went out with him.

He's not even my type.
I felt sorry for that stupid weasel.

-Sharona.
-What?

We're working here.

Mr. Cassidy never did find
anything to steal.

He found something a lot more valuable.

It was the first Mrs. Babcock.

He didn't leave without taking a picture…

and one of her fingers.

[crunch]

We have that picture,
and we have the finger.

It won't be hard to prove
who it belonged to.

[Monk] He sent you an anonymous note
demanding money.

You knew it was from one of the jurors,
but you didn't know which one.

At the time, you didn't really care.

Cassidy was small-time,
and he wasn't asking for much.

So you paid him,
and you thought that was the end of it.

But it didn't end there.
Cassidy kept coming back for more.

So you decided to kill the blackmailer.

But since you didn't know
which of the 12 jurors it was,

they all had to go, one at a time.

-Bastard!
-[thump]

Not you.

Sharona. Murderers… okay?

Relax, honey. They can't prove a thing.

If they could, they would've arrested us
as soon as they got here.

That's true. I couldn't prove a thing
until… I found this.

Your shirt sleeve was torn off
when you attacked juror number 11.

Can you prove that's my shirt?

No, sir, I can't.

But I know someone who can.

As soon as I saw this,

I had a strange feeling the killer and I
might have something in common.

We both use the same dry cleaner.

Mr. Monk, why you bring me here?

I got to close my shop,
I'm losing money.

You're just my worst customer.

Longest car ride of my life.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Ling,
but this is very important.

Do you recognize this?

Yeah. Yeah, I know this shirt.

I clean this shirt. Silk. Beautiful shirt.

Hanger, no starch.

-What you do to this shirt?
-Mrs. Ling,

there must be a thousand shirts
like this in the world.

How do you know
you cleaned this particular one?

You know how. The button, it fall off.
I sewed it back on.

The thread is parallel, not crisscross.

No one else sews a button on like this.

I told you, Mr. Monk, that's my style.

He's always complaining
about the buttons.

Hey, Mr. Babcock.

When I fix this shirt for you,
you don't complain, right?

'Cause you're a good customer.

Mrs. Ling, are you certain
that this shirt belongs to Mr. Babcock?

Yeah, I'm sure. He's a good customer.

You come back any time, Mr. Babcock.

Ma'am, he just killed 11 people.

Twelve. Let's not forget
about the first Mrs. Babcock,

who I'll bet is buried
under that new porch.

Well, he's still a good customer.

Not crazy like that Mr. Monk over there.

-[Stottlemeyer chuckles]
-Mr. And Mrs. Babcock,

would you step back inside, please?

We'd like to ask you a few more questions.

-Right this way.
-This way, please.

-Thank you, Mrs. Ling.
-Yeah, yeah, all right.

Hey, I saw your boyfriend
on TV last night.

Kenny Shale.

He's a good man. I like him.

Yeah? Well, I like Mr. Monk better.

Oh… Mr. Monk's a crazy man.

[Sharona] Well, I like him better.

-[Mrs. Ling] No.
-[Sharona] I do.

[Mrs. Ling] Stop saying that!

Go away, Mr. Monk!

No! No more Mr. Monk! No, no, no.

Go! You, go away!

Oh, forget it.
We'll find another cleaners, you know.

Hey!

Hey, hey! What are you doing?

Meter ran out.

I thought you fed the meter.

I was carrying this.

Hey, hey. You know Kenny Shale?

He's a good friend of mine.

You mean the former deputy mayor?

Former?

Yeah. Your good friend
resigned this morning.

It was on the news.

Have a nice day.

Well, I guess the party's over.

I don't miss him.

I miss the attention, but not him. Here.

-What's this?
-I'm not paying for it.

-It's your car.
-You didn't put money in the meter.

Okay, let's compromise.
You pay the ticket…

and I don't.

What kind of compromise is that?

Well, it's the economical kind.

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