All language subtitles for Monk_S02E15_Mr. Monk Gets Married.English (CC)

[light music playing]

[man] What the hell?

"It was our first month out."

"Winter had set in early."

"We just finished off
the last of the beef jerky,

and I was about to shoot
one of the mules for supper,

when Gully started screaming."

"It was the mother lode, all right."

"Most other '49ers died
broke or hungry,

but Gully and me,
we were set for life."

"Funny thing about gold…

The metal itself don't change much."

"Heat it up, melt it down,
bury it in the ground,

the gold itself never changes."

"It sure changes people, though."

"Old Gully's fortune became my fortune."

"I never spent any of it,
except what it cost to build this house."

"Everybody's wondering
where I hid the gold."

"The truth is, it's always
been right here in this house."

"Where is the gold?"

"The answer is in the journals."

When did you find this?

A month ago.

It was in that antique
19th century satinwood

I was restoring.

It was stuck behind a drawer.

A month ago?
Why didn't you say anything?

I mean, we're supposed to be partners.

I didn't want to mention it
until I was sure.

Now you're sure?
I mean, this is really authentic?

Yes, Dalton. That's what I've been doing
on the internet all month.

That house wasn't easy to find.

This Joshua Skinner
really was a prospector.

He discovered a ton of gold in 1849.

Then his partner disappeared.

Skinner died 30 years later.

They never found the gold.

How much is it worth?

Today's market-- six million, maybe more.

And nobody knows where it is.

It's a mystery.
There never was a clue until now.

He killed his own partner over some gold.

Can you believe it?

As a matter of fact, I can.

["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 ♪

Hello. This is Adrian Monk.

I'm sorry I missed you.

Please leave a message
after you hear the beep.

-Perfect.
-I have to do it again.

That was great.

I didn't-- I didn't pause after "hello."

Yeah, you did.
There was a pause.

I don't-- I don't think so.

All right, well, let's play it back.

No, no, no.
I can do it. I can do it.

One more time. One more.

Adrian, you're wearing out
the digital chip.

What happened to the old machine?

I spilled some coffee on it.

-And it broke?
-No.

Are you ready?

Okay.

Wait.

Wait.

Go.

Hello.

This is Adrian Monk.
Sorry I missed you.

Leave a message
when you hear the beep.

-Perfect.
-Aah, I said, "When you hear the beep."

Well, so what?

Should have said,
"After you hear the beep."

They might start talking during the beep.

No, they won't.
Everybody knows there's a beep,

and it doesn't matter anyway,

because nobody calls you
except for me, right?

Right.

-[telephone rings]
-Wait, we're not ready.

We're not ready. We got to--

We're not plugged in.
We got to plug--

Will you relax? I'm here.
I can answer the phone.

Hello?

Yeah, sure.

Sure, we'll be right down.

Okay, bye.

That was Disher.

Is it a case?

No, he said it was personal.

[knock on door]

Thank you for coming.

Shut the door.

[Sharona] Have you been drinking?

Yes, I have.

Couldn't think of any other way
to get all this scotch into my body.

What's going on?

It's my mom.

Oh, my God.
Did something happen?

She got married.

-Oh.
-Oh. Congratulations.

She calls me last week,

and she says she has a date
with an antique dealer--

A guy named Dalton Padron.

So they go out twice.

He proposed to her on their second date.

-Wow.
-Four days later--

That's yesterday--

They get married

at City Hall.

Aw, then last night,

when they get back to the hotel,

he tells her that it's not working.

They need counseling.

They're going to a therapy clinic, Monk,
for their honeymoon.

Randy, that's not a crime.

No, no, no, no.
Something is up.

He's 37 years old.

She's 58. It doesn't make sense.

Plus, I don't even think
he's playing for our team.

What do you mean? What team?

He--

He thinks he might be a--

You know, a bachelor.

He's not a bachelor.

He just got married.
Haven't you been listening?

-Did you check him out?
-Yes.

He's clean.

Well, maybe he just loves her.

Ugh.

Is-- Is she rich?

No.

That's the thing.

She doesn't have a nickel.

I send her some money every month,

which she spends on bingo
and paintings of Jesus.

I know she's not the prettiest
woman in the world.

She's my mom,

and I love her…

But how could anybody else?

All right.

We'll-- We'll--
We'll check it out, okay?

Thank you.

-I love you guys.
-Okay.

You have good taste.

A beauty who knows beauty.

This is an original Bergere.

It was actually made in Paris.

I can offer you free delivery,

and I'll tell you why--
It's really the only way

I can make sure I get your address
before you leave, so what do you say?

Whoa-- D-- Don't stand on that, please.
That chest is 100 years old.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was just looking at the map.

Yes, well, it's very rare.

It's a Copper-Plateden graved map,

hand-painted, from 1845.

I don't think so.

Pardon me?

There was no West Virginia

until after the Civil War,

unless I'm wrong, which I'm not.

-Really?
-It's a forgery.

You might want to notify
the person who bought it.

Yeah, I'll-- I'll be sure
to do that. Thank you.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Yes, can you tell me
about this armoire?

Yeah.

It's, uh, solid teak,
it's turn of the century.

Actually, it's 19th century. Sorry.

It's an Indonesian piece.
It's solid teak, as you can see.

Because I'm looking
for something like this

-for my bedroom, but it looks kind of big.
-Excuse me. Can I help you?

I-- I was in here last… year.

I spoke to your partner. Is he around?

No, uh, Raymond had
some personal problems.

He's disappeared and left me
to run this place all by myself,

which is really why I don't
have time to stand and chat,

so unless I can help you
with something else…

Oh, no. No, no, no. That's okay.
We're going to think about it.

Okay.

Sure.

The lieutenant was right.

This guy is up to something.

How do you know?

There was an application
for a Visa on his desk.

He's moving to Ecuador in two weeks.

And under "marital status,"
he wrote in "single."

Who moves to Ecuador?

People who don't want to come back.

It's almost impossible to get extradited.

What do you think he's up to?

I don't know.

That is as good as I can do.

Well, we have to do something.
Randy's falling apart.

I almost feel sorry for him.

What?

-I have an idea, but it's a little crazy.
-What is it?

Promise you'll think about it?

Okay. What the hell
are you talking about?

[Monk] I have to tell you
I think this is a bad idea.

[Sharona] Why are you saying that?
Because I thought of it?

No, I'm saying that
because I think it's a bad idea.

A lot of marriages are like this bouquet.

Oh, look at these roses.
[sniffs]

Aren't they beautiful?

And everyone admires them.

But they'll be dead before
you leave here Sunday night.

Now let's take a look
at this geranium over here.

No, it's not as pretty as the roses,

but it'll be around for quite a while.

Why? Well, because it has…

Roots.

A good marriage has roots.

They dig down deep.

And the deeper we go,
the stronger we are.

I love that geranium,

and I left it out all last winter.

It can survive anything…

and so can you.

I used to love to garden.

-Now we don't even have a windowsill.
-Here we go again.

Rachel, we have
a perfectly good apartment.

Well, the ants
and the cockroaches love it.

We could have been in a house by now.

-My brother offered him a great job.
-I'm not going to work for your brother.

He's allergic to success!

-[doorbell rings]
-Aha.

Couple number three.

You made it.

Oh, hello, doctor.

-I'm-- I'm Sharona, and this is Adrian.
-Of course.

Well, we've been expecting you,
Mr. and Mrs. Monk.

Please, come in.

Oh. Mr. Monk.

Mrs. Monk.

[chuckles]

Well, our little family is complete.

Adrian and Sharona Monk,

this is Jeffrey and Rachel Sweeney

and Dalton and Maria Padron.

We're going to be shipmates together
on this wonderful voyage.

Gosh, I hope no one gets seasick.

You.

The map expert.

You know each other?

Oh, we were in, uh,
Mr. Dalton's antique store.

It-- Small world.

It certainly is.

Adrian Monk.

Do you know my son Randy Disher?

No.

No. Does he sell cleaning supplies?
That's what I do.

Mops and brooms, mostly brooms.

We sell about four brooms
for every mop.

It's-- It's interesting.

Oh, yeah, yeah,
It's-- It's spellbinding.

Let's talk about mops
and brooms all day.

[laughs]

Oh, well, um…

That-- That's why we're here,

because all he can
talk about is work.

That's not the only reason we're here.

What was that?

Nothing.

Now, I'm going
to show the Monks around,

and while I'm gone,
I would like for you to write down

why you came

and what you hope
to accomplish while you're here.

Come on.
I'll show you the garden.

Well, I've already had
your bags brought upstairs--

And I must say,

I've never had a guest
with so many suitcases.

What was that all about?
I don't drink.

We're undercover.
I had to say something.

We're going
to have to spend the whole weekend

talking about my drinking problem?

All I said about you
was that you were boring.

-Why can't you be the lush?
-It's too late now. I already said it.

That's our story.
We're stuck with it.

No, we're not. Just tell them
that you were confused

because you were too drunk
'cause you're the lush.

-You're the lush.
-No, you're the lush.

-You're the lush.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Let's save it for therapy, huh?

I don't think you guys
should miss a single session.

We're in the east wing.

[Sharona] Your house is beautiful.

Oh, it's not mine. I wish it was.

I'm leasing it
from the estate of this man.

Joshua Skinner-- He built
this house 150 years ago.

He's one of the few prospectors
in the great gold rush

to actually strike it rich.

That's an unusual desk.

Yeah, I suppose it is.

He and his partner,
a fellow named Gully Watson,

found the gold together
back in the winter of '49.

Gully died two weeks later.

He was stung by a bee
and had an allergic reaction.

He was stung by a bee in the winter?

Well, according to Joshua Skinner.

You can read all about it in the library.

He spent the last 15 years
of his life writing his memoirs.

Although I tried reading them.
They were, uh--

-Wow.
-Mostly gibberish.

Dalton.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were
finishing your statement.

Yeah, I-- I finished mine.
I was just, uh, looking around.

I'm sort of a history nut.

These are fascinating.
He's a wonderful writer.

"June 12, 1856--
Raining all morning."

"I had beef jerky for breakfast."

"There's a cloud in the sky
that resembles president pierce."

"This chair is squeaking."
"Something smells good."

"I love smoking tobaccy."

"I just sneezed."

Not every entry was a masterpiece.

He filled 947 volumes.

I suspect he had a psychological disorder

that compelled him to keep writing.

This guy needed an editor.

He needed a straitjacket.

-It's nice.
-Mm-hmm.

Where are you going to sleep?

That is--

Which side should I take, darling?

Why don't you just take
your usual side, darling?

Well, that's what
I'll do, then, darling.

I'll take my-- I'll take my usual side.

What are you doing? Don't touch that.

I'll do that.

Are you two okay?

Oh, yeah, we're fine.

We're-- We're well. Thank you.

Okay. Well, I'll let you settle in,

and, uh, I'll see you
when you come downstairs.

Thank you.

You bet.

This ring is too small.

Where'd you get it?

It's the only one I could find.
Don't lose it.

There was something strange
about that picture downstairs.

The prospector sitting at his desk--

I've seen that desk before
in Dalton's store.

The prospector's desk
was in Dalton's store?

What does that mean?

It means that Dalton
is not here by accident,

which means that Disher is right.

Dalton is up to something.

I can't take this.

Where are you going?
Wait, wait, what are you--

What are you doing? What…

I can't get it off my finger.
I need some soap.

This is my bathroom.

What am I supposed to use?

There's another bathroom downstairs.

How is that going to look?
We're supposed to be married.

Just hold it in until later,
and then sneak downstairs.

-Did you just tell me to hold it in?
-Hold it in, please.

You know what? You know what?
I really hate being your wife.

I hate it.

I mean, after only 45 minutes,

it's worse than my first marriage.

-Be careful.
-Here.

Take it back. Take it back.
I want a divorce.

Mm.

Looks like we've got
our work cut out for us, huh?

I, uh, forgot to leave your schedule.

Thank-- Thanks.

Oh.

Who's this?

Uh, that's my first wife.

She died six years ago.

Six years ago?

Oh, Adrian, I think
obsessing over your late wife

is the root cause of your problem,

and if Sharona's drinking,
maybe this is the reason, huh?

Doctor, doctor, doctor,
it's-- It's okay.

It's very important to him,
and I really don't mind.

She really doesn't mind.

We're moving forward
this weekend, Adrian,

not backwards.

It's time to let go.

I'm going to dedicate this weekend

to helping you forget the past.

Are you going to stand?

I'm fine. I'm-- I'm fine.

Is that my sandwich?

We're never going
to get away with this.

They're never believe
that we're married.

We have nothing in common.
I annoy you all the time.

Why wouldn't they believe it?

Did you notice, in the library,

Dalton hid something in his pocket?

-Yeah, what was that?
-I don't know. I think it was a letter.

I'd sure like to get a closer look at it.

Adrian…

You have to sit.

This is a picnic.

I-- I don't sit on the ground.

Animals do things on the ground--

Terrible, terrible things.

What if they're watching us?
This is going to look very weird.

We're supposed to be doing
that outdoor intimacy thing now.

So stand up.

I'm not going to stand up.
This is a picnic.

Sit down.

You stand up.

-You sit down.
-You stand up.

Adrian, sit down.

Okay, look, all right, okay.

How about this--

How about if we both squat?

You see? This is what marriage is.

Marriage is compromise.

She never thought she was beautiful,

which made her even more beautiful.

She was 35 when she died.

She was just starting to get

some small wrinkles around her eyes.

She hated them.

I loved them.
I told her, "Those are my wrinkles."

I gave them to her

by making her laugh so much.

You made Trudy laugh?

We laughed all the time.

You two never laugh?

Well, I've never
seen him laugh-- Not once.

Oh, Adrian, your wife is in pain.

I think she needs a hug, don't you?

No.

Okay.

Yeah, we'll move on.

Let's try a little role reversal.

Jeffrey, why don't you
pretend to be Rachel?

-Rachel, you be Jeffrey, and--
-Uh, excuse me.

What's your problem?

Me?

What was that look?

What look?

Did you just wink at me?

What?

No. Are you crazy?

Wait, wait, wait.

You're calling me crazy?
I just saw you wink at me.

-Oh, my God!
-What are you doing?

Aren't you going
to do something about this?

Oh, of course not.

Why should today be any
different than any other day?

Just sit there,
and I'll defend my own honor.

Sharona, you're feeling hurt.
I can tell.

Why don't we all just count to 10?

No, no, stay out of this.
This is between me and Dalton.

I wasn't winking.
Maybe I had something in my eye.

-I don't--
-Excuse me.

He couldn't be interested in you.

He's not physically
able to, you know, perform.

He-- He stepped on a land mine
during desert storm.

Tell them.

That's right.

-Yeah?
-[gasps]

Keep your eyes to yourself.
Keep them to yourself.

Settle down. Sit down.

Sit down. Settle down and sit down.

Now, it's all over.

Everybody gets angry.
It's perfectly normal.

But we cannot allow anger
to drive the bus.

Anger has to sit in the back of the bus,
or at the very least,

it needs to stay behind the yellow line,

because anger is a terrible driver.

"Where is the gold?"
"The answer is in the journals."

That's why Dalton
was reading all those journals.

And why he married Randy's mother.

He needed a wife to get into this house.

Why didn't he just ask a friend?

I don't know. He obviously
didn't want to share the money.

Poor Maria. She really loves him.

What should we do?

We don't have a choice.

We're going to have to show her this.

What are you doing here?

We were just talking.

No, I mean--
I mean here, at this clinic.

Well, Sharona and I have been
drifting apart lately.

Yeah, we're trying
to rekindle the spark we had

when we were dating.

Picking somebody's pocket
is a crime, Mrs. Monk.

She didn't.

It fell out of your jacket.

It's just an old letter I found upstairs.

It's just crazy talk about
a cache of hidden gold.

-Really?
-Yeah, it's just a rumor,

an old wives' tale.

But I'd hate for Maria
to see this, though.

She might think
it's why I brought her here.

It might upset her.

She's a very fragile person, you know.

Just one more thing, Adrian.

If you or your wife
tangle with me again,

you won't know what hit you.

Well, I'll have a rough idea.

I knew this tent would come in handy.

Why don't we just tell Maria
what we know?

She won't believe us,
not without proof.

Why would she?

I'm a-- I'm a cowardly mop salesman,
and you're my crazy alcoholic wife

who attacked her husband.

Well, we should at least call Randy.
She'd believe her own son.

She hasn't believed him so far.

What are you doing?

This shelf-- I can't sleep
with a crooked shelf in the room.

Well, when you turn off
the light, you won't see it.

I wish you could
hear yourself sometimes.

You live in a dream world.

[light music playing]

[animal whining]

Sharona.

Go away.

What is it?

Get your camera.

-I'm going in.
-You can't.

No, you can't.

Adrian, I have to go in.
Randy's depending on us.

I promise I'll be careful.
I'm just going to take a few pictures.

Don't worry.

I-- I don't know how to not worry.

Stay there.

[animal whining]

[Monk coughs]

What are you doing?

There's a coyote out there.

Oh, my God, you're in a cave.

I can't believe it.
I am so proud of you.

Thank you. Let's go.

Okay, I think Dalton went that way.

No, and I could not care less.

Sharona, I have go--

Got to get out of here.

I-- I can feel myself going numb.

Okay, okay, we're leaving.
Here, follow me this way.

This way.

Can I open my eyes?

No, no. Not yet.
We're almost there.

-What's happening?
-Oh my--

[both coughing]

-Put your head down!
-What's happening?

[Sharona] Now, don't worry.
Once they realize

that we're gone, they're going
to start looking for us.

They'll never find us.

Look, my camera has
a built-in flash, okay?

I'm going to use the light
to try and find the entrance.

-Okay?
-Okay.

-Ready?
-Uh-huh.

Okay, here we go.

Aah! Aah!

Okay, it's over here!
It's over here, come on!

Come on!

-Okay.
-[coughs]

Come on.

You know who I miss?

Who?

The coyote.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, oh, here it is, here it is.

I feel the rocks.

Hello? Anybody there?

Help!

Oh, no.

We're going to have to dig.
I got a pen knife in my pocket.

[gasps] Shoot!

I dropped it.

You have a flashlight?

On my key chain.
Why didn't you say anything?

It's only for emergencies.

-Sharona…
-What?

Can I have the ring back?

What ring?

The ring I loaned you.

I'd like to hold onto it.

This is Trudy's wedding ring, isn't it?

I want to have it with me
in case we don't--

Hey, hey.

Nobody's going to die.

Hold this.

You know, before I was your assistant,

I was your nurse.

And you know what?

That means I'm still your nurse.

So I'm not going to let
anything happen to you.

Want to know why?

It'll look bad on my resumé.

[cellular phone rings]

Hello?

Can't talk now.
I'm trapped in a cave.

Wh--

Mr. and Mrs. Monk?

How you folks doing?

I found some more
of those towelette things.

Thank you.

I've been poking around down there
at the site of the accident.

That was no accident.

Now, did you actually see
this Dalton Padron

knock that support beam out?

No.

That beam's about 150 years old.

It was bound to give way sometime.

If I make it to 150,
I expect I'll feel the same.

[cellular phone rings]

Hello?

Are you guys all right?
What was all that about a cave?

No, no, no, don't worry,
we're fine. It was nothing.

Was it some sort of therapy thing?

Yes, Randy, it's called cave therapy.

Listen, I got your message
about my stepfather.

God, I hate calling him that.

Has anything else turned up?

Nothing we can prove.

Okay, maybe I've got
something on this end.

You remember Dalton's partner,
Raymond Toliver?

Well, guess what.
Raymond's disappeared.

His brother just filed
a missing person's report.

I'm going to go check this out.
Keep my posted, okay?

Okay, we'll call you later.

What is it?

We got to get back.
This might be bigger than we thought.

You know, there are
many kinds of cave-ins.

There are real cave-ins,

and then there are emotional cave-ins.

What were you doing there, anyway?

Uh, we were just exploring.
We're amateur spelunkers.

We were spelunking.

We love it.

Spelunking around.

Did you find anything interesting?

Not yet.

Did you?

Adrian, Sharona,

while you were out, I happened
to look into your room.

And I couldn't help but notice that

Sharona is sleeping in a pup tent
on the floor.

The photo of your late wife
is in a place of honor

on the mantel above the fireplace

while your current wife
is sleeping on the floor.

Dear God, I…

I don't know where to begin.

Adrian, Sharona,
you loved each other once.

You wouldn't be wearing
those rings if you didn't, right?

Right.

Adrian…

Sharona…

I want you to look at each other,

and I want you to say,

"I love you."

And don't just say the words.

Feel the words.

Go ahead.

[playful music playing]

I love you.

[quickly] I love you.

That's very good.

Now…

I want you to kiss.

And not just any kiss.

I want you to communicate everything

that you mean to each other

and all of what you hope for.

Go ahead.

Yeah.

We…

don't kiss.

It's--

Just not our style.

Well, then, your new life
begins right here,

right now.

Go ahead.

Kiss.

[playful music continues playing]

Oh, that was so nice.

[gargling]

Now, that's just insulting.

We're going to need more mouthwash.

Here we go.

Ooh, the old journals?
You stole them from the library?

Nobody will miss them.

Let's just start reading.

What are we looking for? A map?

A map or a clue. Something.

If Dalton finds that gold
before we do, he's gone forever.

He's heading for Ecuador, remember?

Yeah. Here, sit down.

No way.

It's a bench.

I can understand
you not wanting to sit down

on the ground, but…

I've seen you sit down
on a bench before.

No. No, no, not this one.

Yesterday, when we arrived,
there was a bird on it.

You're impossible.

You married me. Just keep reading.

[man] Now that you mentioned it,
I haven't seen Mr. Toliver around.

Not for a week or two.

Although, I'm just a landlord.
I'm not their mother.

Yes, sir.

Aren't you supposed to have a warrant?

Aren't you supposed to have
a sprinkler system that works?

Thank you.
Can you step back, please?

I'll just be a minute.

[Sharona] "I wonder if anyone's
ever really been knocked over

by a feather?" "It would have
to be a pretty big bird."

You know what's in this one?

He copied the first
three books of the Bible,

word for word.

This guy's certifiable.

Are you sure he's not related to you?

That's funny. That's funny. Keep reading.

You remember what the letter said--
"The answer is in the journals."

It must be some kind of code.

"There is a chicken in Mexico
who can play tic-tac-toe"?

Keep reading. Come on, keep reading.

[jazz music playing]

What are you doing?

You've been reading all weekend.

What's so interesting
about these books, anyway?

Maria, don't do this.
I told you on our wedding night

it's never going to happen.
It's physically impossible.

Yeah, but I believe in miracles.

Maria, you're just
embarrassing yourself again.

[sobbing]

"I bought a grandfather clock
today for the front hall."

"It keeps perfect time."
"It's worth its weight in gold."

"I love it so--"

"Worth its weight in gold."

Ugh…

[coughs]

[telephone rings]

-Hello?
-Mom, are you okay?

Am I okay?

Mom, listen to me,

I want you to get out of there right now.

Dalton murdered his partner. Mom--

Is he there?

Is this sheriff Mathis?

This is lieutenant Randall Disher
from the San Francisco Police.

I need you to detain
a suspect in a homicide.

A Dalton Padron.
He's at the Waterfront Institute.

Do you know where that is? Good.

Don't leave.
Nobody gets in or out of this building

until captain Stottlemeyer gets here.

[muffled grunts]

I think I've already read this one.

No. No, you didn't.

A couple of them are identical.

Oh, God…

That's it. I'm going to bed.

No, you can't.
We still have all these left to do.

I'll wait for the movie.

Wake me up if you find any gold.

Good night.

What is it?

The answer.

What?

That's what Skinner said in his letter--

"Where's the gold?"

"The answer is in the journals."

This book must be over 600 pages.

But the journal weighs more.

The book covers are made of gold.

No.

No, it's leather-- Ordinary leather.

Where is the gold?

The answer isn't in the journals.

The answer is

in the journals.

You're wasting your time Mr. Padron.

The gold's not there.

I know where it is.

Dalton Padron, I'm Ronald Mathis
of the Hillside County sheriff's office.

I want you to put that hammer down.

Sir, drop your hammer--

Or I'll drop mine.

Joshua Skinner's fortune was right here

under our noses the whole time.

The answer is in the journals.

-Which one?
-All of them.

Gold paper?

Gold ink.

Ink?

[Monk] Joshua Skinner didn't trust banks,

so he decided to hide
his illegitimate fortune.

He melted down the gold

and mixed in a little black ink.

Any amateur chemist could've done it.

And he began to write
and write and write.

It was mostly nonsense--

Gibberish-- Anything
that popped into his head.

He ran out of things
to talk about after five pages,

but he just kept on writing.

The gold was hidden in plain sight,

and it stayed hidden for 125 years.

Until tonight.

Well, you figure 30 ounces
of gold per journal--

That's roughly $6,000 a book.

947 volumes-- That's $6 million.

More or less.

Hmm. Don't forget the real price.

Two people died for that gold.

Two people?

Dalton had a business partner--
A partner who trusted him.

A lot of people trusted him.

Dalton, is it true?

What can I say, darling?

It's a lot of gold.

Aah!

This weekend just will not end.

Dalton, if you, uh,
if you want a hostage,

take me.

That's awfully sweet, Jeffrey.
No, thank you.

The only thing I'm taking
from this house is my new gun…

And the keys to these handcuffs.
Come on.

And a little reading material.
Let's go!

[suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Come on, let's go.

[gasping]

Oh, my God. Oh!

Um, could--
Could everybody step back?

He's claustrophobic.
Move move move!

Great! The battery's dead, of course.

Just relax.

It'll just be a few minutes.

And everybody's safe.

That's the important thing.
And we're all together.

Oh, yes, we are.
We're all together.

You know, in a way, we're lucky.

Not all marriages
are ever tested like this.

So maybe we should take
advantage of the situation

and really explore--

-[grunts]
-Forget it.

You really would've gone with him?

I'd do anything for you.
Don't you know that, Rachel?

You're my whole world.

You know, I've been thinking,
I am going to talk

to your brother about that job.

I love you, Jeff.

I love you, baby.

I-- I don't think we've been introduced.

I'm Ronald.

I'm Maria.

[gasping]

[suspenseful music continues]

[tires screeching]

Don't move!

Show me your hands!

Where the hell's my mother,
you son of a bitch?

Mom!

-Mom? You all right?
-What took you so long?

Oh, Randy! Randy.

Mom, are you okay?

What day is it?

We were only in there for five minutes.

I don't think so.

[Maria] Six million dollars.

Who's going to get all that money?

Well, I just spoke to the D.A.

Skinner's old partner Gully
is the rightful heir.

He's got some family nearby.

They are in for one pretty surprise.

[Maria] There's my hero.

I'm not a hero, Mom.

You are a hero to me.

Thank you, Sheriff.

My car's right here.
Whenever you're ready.

Well, honey, I think Ron's
going to drive me home.

I'll call you in the morning.

Love you.

I love you, too.

"In the morning"?

You can't even get your own mother
to go home with you.

What do you say on the way home
we stop and look at a condo?

-Condo?
-Hey, one step at a time.

I think this is yours.

Thanks for letting me wear it.

Adrian. Sharona.

I'm glad you're still here.

[sighs] There's something
that I've been meaning to say.

Marriage is very hard.

And it takes exceptional people
to make it work.

But I think you two can do it.

I believe in Adrian and Sharona.

Thanks a lot, uh, but…

I think you should know we're--

We're not really married.

Oh, thank God.

Ha! Good.
Keep it that way, huh?

-Okay, we will.
-Thank you.

No problem there.

[theme song playing]