All language subtitles for Monk_S02E16_Mr. Monk Goes to Jail.English (CC)

[tense music playing]

[buzzer, door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

Federal appeals court
just turned him down.

So we're a go.

Where's Ray Kaspo?

He's in the holding cell
having his last meal.

Ribs and chili.

Ribs and chili?

That might kill him before we do.

[buzzer]

[light music playing]

Hey, Ray, how are you doing?

I'm good.

I'm okay.

I had them add,
like, a ton of extra sauce.

I told them that's how you like it.

Thanks, Abby.

I, uh…

I heard about the appeals court.

Bastards.

Yeah, well, I'm not surprised.

Story of my life.

Hey.

I want you to give that to your daughter.

You told me she liked to draw.

Your paint set.

Well, I didn't have anybody else
to give it to.

[solemn music playing]

Thanks for everything, Abby.

Stay strong, man.

Hey, Abby.

Tell the guys…

Tell everybody…

I'm at peace.

See you, Ray.

[Ray coughing]

[Ray gagging]

Hey, guard! Guard, get in here!

Open it up!

Hurry!

Okay, we're ready--

He's been poisoned.

Poisoned?

Why?

["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 ♪

[buzzer]

[intriguing music playing]

Hey.

You okay?

Well, you've been inside
a prison before, right?

I've been to holding cells
and visiting rooms.

They were bad enough.

Come on.

Hi, uh, Adrian Monk, Sharona Fleming.

Captain Stottlemeyer's expecting us.

Keep these on.

It's how we tell the good guys
from the bad guys.

-And you'll step right this way.
-Okay, thanks.

Let's go.

Will you step over here, please?

-Raise your arms, palms up, please?
-W-- What are you doing?

I have to pat you down.

Just raise your arms.

Palms up.

Very good. Turn around for me.

No, not a circle.

Face the wall.

There you go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

Wait. [sighs]

[playful music playing]

Okay.

Ugh!

Okay, wait a second. Wait, whoa, stop.

[sighs]

Just a minute.

Just a second.

O-- O-- O-- Okay.

Go ahead.

Aah!

What are you trying to prove?
What are you doing?

-I can't.
-Yes, you can. You have a witness.

This is-- You're acting like a child.

[Sharona sighs]

Sorry.

Okay.

Wait! Okay, just wait!

Here, how about this?

I'll pat myself down.

You're gonna pat yourself down?

I'm an honest man.
I'm an ex-cop. You can trust me.

You're an ex-cop?

[playful music continues playing]

Wait. What-- What's this?

Whoa, hey, hold on a second.

What is that, nail clippers?

Where do I think I'm going with these?

I can't bring that in here.

I'll get these back when I leave.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

[Stottlemeyer] Hey, Monk.

The crime scene is in here.

I'm fine. I'm good.

I-- I can see it from here.

Who-- Who made the chili?

We did, in our own kitchen.

I got Detective Laveaux
talking to the cooks.

I think that's a bust.

Who brought him the food?

A trusty named Abernathy.

He's one of Kaspo's closest friends.

I just talked to him.

He's real upset about this,
but I think he's clean.

What did Ray Kaspo do?

Six years ago he shot
a gas station attendant in a robbery.

Well, maybe the victim's family
did it for revenge.

No, no, that letter
is from the victim's family.

They say they forgive him,
that they're praying for him.

Well, maybe they lied.

No, their name is Lapp.

They're from Strasburg, Pennsylvania.
They're Mennonite.

Pacifists.

They don't believe in violence.

I think you're right, but that still
leaves us with the big question.

Why would anybody

bother to spike
a condemned prisoner's last meal?

His last meal?

He was scheduled
to be executed at midnight.

What do you think?

I think I'm out of here. I'm going home.

Adrian!

I'm not sure it matters
who killed this guy.

He was gonna die in 45 minutes anyway.

Sharona, I hate this place.

I-- I-- I can't breathe in here.

It's like-- It's like a prison.

It is a prison!

Leaving so soon?

Not soon enough.

Could you open the gate, please?

[buzzer]

[telephone rings]

Main gate.

Could you open the gate, please?

Yeah, he's still here. It's for you.

Hello?

Mmm.

Adrian Monk, as I live and breathe!

Dale the Whale.

Hey, come in. The door's open.

Apparently they don't consider me
much of an escape risk.

Hey, hey, hey. Wipe your feet.

They just cleaned my carpet.

You're looking… well.

Oh, smooth talker.

Oh!

You brought the irrepressible
Sharona Fleming.

Uh, are you guys hungry?

Would you like an egg roll?

It's not the best,

but it's the only one that delivers.

Okay, hit me.

Ugh! You slug!

It's cold!

Nuke it!

It seems prison agrees with you, Dale.

Well, and why wouldn't it?

After all, I've been inside
this prison all of my life.

That's very poetic.

Well, of course it doesn't compare
with the prison you built for yourself.

What is it you want, Dale?
You said it was important.

[laughs] Well, there's
the Adrian Monk we know and love.

Your fear is huge,

but your curiosity is huger.

[sighs]

I want to make you an offer.

Oh, please. Drop dead.

Well, you'd think I would have
by now, wouldn't you?

Please, let's get out of here. Come on.

You help me, I'll help you.

One hand washes the other.

Now there's a metaphor
I know you can relate to.

As you know, a man
was murdered in here last night.

Soon the police,
who are not as imaginative as you,

will begin to focus on me.

I had a motive.

The young man owed me $1,200.

You wouldn't kill anyone for $1,200.

Well, you know that, but they don't.
They've already questioned me twice.

Here's my problem.

As you can see,
I have, uh, become accustomed

to a certain standard of living in here,

and until this case is solved,

things are going to be
very difficult for me.

For example,

they were supposed to install a window

in that wall right there
so I could watch the sun set.

I assume the sun still sets every evening?

Adrian Monk!

I want my window!

Get me my window!

How?

Stay here.

Solve the case.

Forget about it.

We're not gonna work for you,
and we never will, right?

Right?

[suspenseful music playing]

In exchange for what?

What you want, Adrian.

What you need.

Information.

You solve this murder,

and I tell you everything I know
about the man who killed your wife.

[chuckles]

You really think
Dale the Whale's gonna help you?

He hates you.
You're the reason why he's in here.

I have nothing to lose
and everything to gain.

This is about Trudy now.
I need you to help me focus.

Mr. Monk, you were asking
about our kitchen.

It's right down here.

I know you spoke to Dale Biederbeck.
He's on our list of suspects.

Sir, I really don't think
he's involved in this.

It's inexplicable.

Why would anyone murder
a condemned prisoner

one hour before his execution?

Maybe somebody was trying to shut him up.

They were afraid he was gonna
confess at the last minute.

Doubtful. Ray Kaspo
had recently found religion.

He was calling reporters
every day apologizing for his sins,

confessing to whatever he had ever done.

The boy was all talked out.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

[inmate] Baby, marry me!

[indistinct chatter]

-Thanks, man.
-You're welcome.

[indistinct catcalling]

We can get you a smaller sweatshirt.

Oh, no, I'm fine. Thanks.

Our kitchen staff prepares
over 1,100 meals a day here.

-That's more than most hotels.
-How's the food?

Well, it must be good.

Everybody here is a repeat customer.

Who prepared Mr. Kaspo's last meal?

I did.

The chili was sitting
on that stove for an hour.

Anybody in the kitchen
could have spiked it.

[Jamaican accent] What are you looking at?

Uh, there's one, uh, dangling…

What's it to you?

Maybe-- maybe you could tuck it in.

-Why should I?
-It's--

It's-- It's distracting to all of us.

I think I'm speaking for everyone here.

Hey, hey. Remember why we're here, okay?

Come on.

Did you know the condemned
prisoner, Ray Kaspo?

Never laid eyes on him.
I had no beef against the guy.

And if I did, hell,
I'd have just waited till midnight,

let the state do the dirty deed for me.

-I think if you could--
-What-- Do you love me?

-No, no, uh…
-Then don't be touching me.

Please, please. Stand here, please.

Hey, hey.

You've been in rehab, right?

How did you know?

I'm a nurse. I could see the track marks.

So you know about addiction, right?

Okay.

Well, my boss has a jones
for neatness, okay?

It's my jones.

And he needs a fix real bad.

You talking about my hair?

You know what it's like.

It's the worst feeling in the world.

Sorry, brother.

Thank you, brother.

Not like that. Like this.

Get a wipe. I think we're almost done.

Mr. Monk, do you have any other questions?

Uh, just-- Just one.

Just one.

Where is Mr. Tucker?

According to this timecard,

he didn't punch out yesterday.

The last time I seen him,

he was in the auxiliary freezer
doing inventory.

I want a total lockdown.

Call the medical examiner.

What the hell is going on?

Check his pockets.

Somebody paid him to poison the chili.

-And then had second thoughts.
-They were afraid he'd talk.

At least we know
how the meal was poisoned.

But we still don't know
who was behind it or why.

[man] Excuse me, Mr. Monk?

This is for you.

[woman] Yes, from a volcano.
It's a metaphor.

Hey, hey, hey.
Look who died. Lambert Lawson.

-Kidney failure.
-I heard.

Five billion dollars.

I wonder who's going to get it.

[scoffs] Not us.

Mr. Monk and, uh, Miss Fleming, I presume?

Ma'am, did you send me this note?

Yes, I'm Sylvia Fairbourn.
I run the reading program here.

Oh, excuse me, one minute.

Terry, why don't you take
that book and keep it?

I have lots of copies.
It's my favorite book.

And you can read chapter seven
on your own.

You mean, read it without you?

Oh, you can do it.
You remind me of my son, Jimmy.

He wasn't very good in school,
but I wouldn't let him quit.

Okay, Mrs. F.

I'll give it a shot.

There you go. [chuckles]

I could have used a teacher like you.

Well, I haven't been at it very long,

but already it's
the most satisfying job I've ever had.

Mrs. Fairbourn, you said you had
some information for me.

Yes, I heard you were in here
asking about Ray Kaspo,

and I don't know if it means anything,

but he was in here about a week ago,
and I heard him talking to another inmate.

What were they talking about?

Well, Mr. Kaspo said
that before he was injected,

he intended to tell the world
about what happened in Calgary.

In Calgary?

Yes, and the other inmate said,
"I'll see you in hell first."

Who was the other inmate?

His name is, uh, Darnell Rudner,
and I believe they call him…

"Spyder."

Who's Spyder Rudner?

I already talked to your captain.

He said it's up to you.

You'll have to sign this release.

I'll sign whatever you want.

Adrian, he's killed four people.

That we know of.

Spyder Rudner is evil personified.

Oh, my God!
His first arrest was in the seventh grade.

Are you sure you want to go
undercover as an inmate?

There's no other way.

If he knows I'm a cop,
he'll never talk to me.

If Spyder Rudner knows
you're a cop, he'll kill you.

He may kill you anyway
just because it's Wednesday.

Lucky for you he's been
in solitary all day,

so he hasn't seen you around.

You might get away with it
for a day or two.

Why was he in solitary?

He put a guy's head through a wall.

Why?

The guy touched his stuff.

[intriguing music playing]

Adrian.

It's for Trudy.

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music playing]

[rap music playing over radio]

Turn that down!

[rap music stops playing]

Welcome home. Meet your new roommate.

His name is Ben Lincoln.

[intriguing music playing]

-You got a problem.
-No, no.

It's not a question.

I'm telling you, you have a problem.

Listen, Mr. Spyder--

Don't ever say, "Listen," to me!

Do you understand, meat?

I know why you're here.

-You do?
-The warden.

He knows I want to be alone,

so he put you here
to agitate and punish me.

What happened to my bed?

-Uh--
-Have you been touching my stuff?

No, no, no. Maybe a little.

I just-- Your sheets were all piled.

You are a dead man!

I am gonna gut you like a fish.

Are you-- are you looking for your shiv?

Are you looking for your shiv?

I moved it.

You what?

It's in the book, in the binding.

It-- it-- it's a better place to hide it.

What'd you do to it?

I-- I retaped it. I-- I-- I sharpened it.

You sharpened my shiv. You made my bed.

What are you in here for?

Embezzlement.

I'm doing a nickel.

What's a nickel?

It means five years.

It's prison-talk.

No, it ain't.

It is in Lompoc.

Hey, give me a cigarette!

[guard] Shut up.

You were in Lompoc?

Yeah, for a while, then they moved me

'cause I was too much of a bad… ass.

I have a friend in Lompoc.

Eddie Corker. Know him?

Yeah. Yeah, I know Eddie.

What was he in for?

He strangled his wife.

[suspenseful music playing]

You might be all right.

Who's that, your old lady?

Yeah.

She waiting for you?

Yeah, she is.

You're a lucky man.

She'll keep you strong.

[chuckling] Well…

If it isn't Captain "Schtottlemeyer"
and his cabana boy.

I'm getting real popular.

Is this a bad time, Dale?

You're here to talk to me

about the late, not-so-great Ray Kaspo.

-How did you guess?
-Oh, I never guess, Captain.

I knew you were coming before you did.

[gasps lightly] Is that a bagel?

Mm-hmm.

Want some?

Oh, no, thanks. I can't.

I'm on a low-carb diet.

I understand Ray Kaspo
owed you some money.

$1,200.

I wouldn't bend down to pick up $1,200.

I mean, even if I could.

No, I think you were trying
to make an example of him.

That would be more your style.

[laughs]

Leland "Schtottlemeyer"
is lecturing me about style.

The world has gone mad.

You hired Adrian Monk
to find the real killer.

-Is that right?
-Mm-hmm.

And why would you do that?

That's between me and Monk.

Well, we heard
it's because you wanted a window.

They won't install one
until the case is closed.

Is a window that important to you?

Try living without one.

[exhales] It's freezing.

I feel like I'm back in Canada.

Is that where you're from?

Yeah, Calgary, born and raised.

You ever been?

No, can't say that I have.

That's not what I hear.

I hear you spent some time
up there with Ray Kaspo.

Where'd you hear that?

Around.

Is it true?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Hey, what happened to my watch?

Where the hell is my watch?

It was right there.

[suspenseful music playing]

My grandfather gave me that watch.

Where is it?

I-- I didn't take your watch. I swear.

Better not be lying to me!

Do I look like an idiot?

Listen-- Look, look, look,
look, look, look, look, Spyder.

Look, look, I'm--
I'm pretty good at finding things.

If I can find it--

If I can find it,

you'd tell me about Calgary?

You find out who took the watch,

we got a deal.

Hold on.

I have the autopsy report right here.

It's pretty bizarre.

Any idea who did this
or why they'd bother?

-Not yet.
-Look at the lungs.

They're completely disintegrated.

We found traces of mercury,
arsenic, Penzedrine.

There's enough poison
in that body to kill ten men.

Somebody's going to be disappointed.

What do you mean?

Well, Ray Kaspo was donating
his organs to medicine.

He had a rare blood type--
AB negative with D antigen--

but there's nothing left to donate.

Every organ-- the kidneys, the heart--

they've all been eaten away.

[indistinct chatter]

Can you at least tell me
where you first met Ray Kaspo?

Look, why don't you get my watch,
and then we'll talk.

[funky music playing]

Yo, yo. Little help?

Oh…

Uh…

Yo, you got a problem?

Uh, I can't.

What do you mean you can't?
Pick up the ball, homey.

Are you dissing me?

No, no, no, no, I'm not--
I'm not dissing you.

I'm-- I'm giving you your props.

Man, he clownin' you, man.

Props are good.

-Yo--
-Please, just stay there.

I haven't beaten up
a white boy in a long time.

It'll come back to you.

It's like riding a bike.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You'll thank me later.

This is gonna be fun.

Okay, but before the fun,

you might want to return
Spyder Rudner's watch.

What?

The watch you stole from his cell.

Uh…

You can either give it to Spyder

or you can give it to me,

or you can give it to Spyder.

You're gonna wish you were never born.

Oh, I'm way ahead of you.

Here, it's a few minutes off.
I reset it for you.

I'll take care of them later.

That was pretty impressive.

How did you know it was him?

I figured whoever stole your watch

would keep their sleeves rolled down
so you couldn't see it.

There are only four guys in the whole yard

with their sleeves rolled down,
and he was the tallest.

Why tall?

The shelf in your cell
is four feet from the bars.

He's the only one who could reach it.

That's pretty sharp.
Now what can I do for you?

All I want is for you
to tell me about Calgary

and about Ray Kaspo.

There's nothing to tell.

I never met the guy,

and I swear on my mother's eyes
I've never been in Calgary.

Now, whoever is telling you that,

they're setting you up.

How difficult was it
to do research for this book?

Well, normally it's not,
but this was an extremely difficult piece.

So I had to try
to get a hold of his family.

Did you find folks were reticent--

Mr. Monk!

You look surprised.

Why would I be surprised?

Maybe because
Spyder Rudner didn't kill me.

Where's the friggin' remote?
'Cause we're missing the game.

I'm Jim Moray. Welcome to Book Talk.

Reclusive billionaire Lambert Lawson
died today of kidney failure…

Mrs. Fairbourn.

Our guest today is the author of Richer
than God: The Lambert Lawson story…

Mrs. Fairbourn.

…author J.T. DeMornay.

Is this a bad time?

Yes. Yes, this is a bad time.

Welcome back to Book Talk.

-Thank you, Jim.
-Congratulations.

This book is a huge success.

I understand it's selling
a lot better than your first book.

[J.T.] It would be hard not to.

My first book sold, like, 50 copies,

and I think my mother bought 42 of them.

Mrs. Fairbourn, Spyder Rudner
said he never met Ray Kaspo

and had never been to Calgary.

Well, Mr. Monk,
who are you going to believe?

Me or a man who killed four people?

Right now, we're not sure.

Mrs. F., have you seen the remote control?

Because the knob's broke,
and we're missing the game.

No, Manny, I'm sorry. I haven't.

Have you seen the remote?

No.

Are you calling me a liar, Mr. Monk?

I think I'm calling you
a lot more than that.

This is a controversial book, isn't it?

Uh, I didn't think so,
but Mr. Lawson apparently did.

He was suing me
for $70 million when he died.

[Jim] So I guess you're off the hook now.

I guess so.

There could only be one reason
why you'd want Adrian dead.

And why would that be?

To prevent me from implicating
you in the death of Ray Kaspo.

Why would I want to kill Ray Kaspo,

especially on the very evening
of his execution?

What could I possibly gain from that?

I don't know.

Well, when you find out,

we could chat again.

Have a good day.

[J.T.] …ended up
sheltering his whole life,

you know, with his money.

Kind of kept his whole life
out of the public view,

out of-- out of everything.

Socially, he was just-- He was a hermit.

That's really interesting.

We'll be back with more
of J.T. DeMornay right after this.

Stay with us.

[inmates cheering]

Oh, my God.

[dramatic music playing]

[intriguing music playing]

Okay.

We know how, we know who,

and the answer to why
has got to be in this book.

-Has Disher called yet?
-Not yet.

Is this everything on Ray Kaspo?

What are you looking for?

Letters to or from a hospital.
He was an organ donor.

Try the blue folders.

[telephone rings]

Hello?

Hi, it's Karen in the warden's office.

-You guys are working late.
-Yeah, tell me about it.

Are Mr. Monk and Miss Fleming still there?

I'm looking right at them.

Well, the warden wants to see them
right away in the rec room.

It's important. That's all I know.

Well, I'm glad I decided to stick around.

I'll go. You stay here.
Wait for Disher's call.

-You sure you're gonna be okay?
-I'll be fine.

It's just down-- One, two, three, four--

-Five hallways.
-Okay, fine.

[tense music playing]

Hello?

Warden Christie?

Hello?

[suspenseful music playing]

-[telephone rings]
-Hello?

Hey, you were right.

Lambert Lawson was
AB negative with D antigen.

-It's the rarest blood type in the world.
-Thanks. I'll call you later.

Where's Mr. Monk?

I'm guessing that was--
That was incredibly painful.

Hello? Yeah, there's Nazis
here in the rec room.

This is a Nazi alert.

Phone's dead.

So are you.

The lines are cut.

Lock down the whole block.
Get security down there now.

Miss Fleming, what the hell's going on?

-It's all about him.
-Lambert Lawson?

Yes, Lambert Lawson was suing the author
of this book for millions of dollars.

So what?

Now that he's dead,
the lawsuit's gonna be thrown out.

What the hell does
a dead billionaire have to do

with one of my prisoners being poisoned?

Everything, everything.

Lambert Lawson died
because he needed a kidney transplant.

He was AB negative with a D antigen.

It's the rarest blood type in the world.

Guess who had the same blood type.

Ray Kaspo.

Ugh!

Okay, okay.

All right, boys, come on.

You know, violence--

Violence is not the answer.

[screaming]

So Lawson was waiting
for Ray Kaspo's kidney?

Right, right.

Meanwhile, J.T. DeMornay
wanted Lawson dead.

-DeMornay. Do I know him?
-No, his mother's Sylvia.

-The reading lady?
-Yep.

She used her maiden name
when she applied here.

Here, read the dedication.

"For my mother Sylvia,
who makes all things possible."

[Sharona] She came here to kill Ray Kaspo.

She paid Tucker the cook
to spike his last meal

with enough poison to destroy his organs.

[warden] Wouldn't the lethal injection
have ruined the kidneys anyway?

[Sharona] No, the injection attacks
the nervous system, not the organs.

By destroying that kidney,
she murdered Lawson to protect her son.

[Sharona] Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Adrian!

[suspenseful music continues]

Find Mrs. Fairbourn.
Don't let her leave the prison.

Come on, follow me. Let's go! Come on!

One second! I'm missing a sock here.

All right, Adolf…

Let him go.

It's not about you, Spyder.

The guy's a friend of mine.

-He's a cop.
-Eh, so I've heard. Let him go.

You'd side with a cop over us?

I'd side with la cucaracha over you.

Ugh!

Ugh!

[groaning]

-Get down right now!
-On the ground!

[indistinct shouting]

Get these guys out of here.

Adrian!

-Adrian!
-Sharona.

Are you okay?

I figured out why Mrs. Fairbourn--

No, no, I know, I know.
I just did the whole summation.

-Get them out of here!
-Are you okay?

Spyder, you saved my life.

I come up for parole in 50 years.

If you're still around,

why don't you come around
and tell the board all about it?

I'll do that.

-Get him out of here.
-Come on.

Good job.

[Dale] Mr. M!

Congratulations!

I knew you could do it.

Thank you, Dale.

It was your faith in me
that kept me going in my darkest hour.

[laughing] Oh, no.

I see you got your window.

Mm-hmm.

Yep. Now I can see the world…

but still not be part of the world.

Something else we have in common.

You promised us some information.

Did I?

[laughs]

[coughs]

Don't make me laugh. It hurts.

All right.

A deal's a deal.

I'll tell you all I know.

The bomb that took Trudy from you

was not intended for you.

It was meant for her.

[suspenseful music playing]

Adrian.

It was her.

They were after her.

I know you've always blamed
yourself for her death.

Now you don't have to.

I absolve you, Adrian Monk.

[laughs]

That's my good deed for the decade.

Why?

W--

Why her?

Oh, I can't help you there.

You ever been to New York?

No.

Have Sharona pack your bags.

That's where you'll find
the man you're looking for.

His name…

is Warrick Tennyson.

Did--

Did he kill her?

He was involved.

That's all I have.

How do you know all this?

Oh, sweetheart, I am Dale the Whale!

You better not be lying to him.

It's the truth.

As God is my witness.

He is your witness,

and so am I.

Well…

Guess we're going to New York.

[Stottlemeyer] Well, congratulations,
Monk. You solved the case.

[Disher] It's all over the radio.

-[Monk exhales] Oh, man.
-[Sharona] What are you doing?

Ah, the sky!

Grass. I forgot how beautiful they were.

Monk, you were only in there
for a day and a half.

Yeah, Randy.

I did my bit,

and I did it standing up.

I want to tell you people something.

Prison changes a man.

I wish.

[soft intriguing music playing]

Bon voyage, Mr. Monk.

[chuckles]

[theme music playing]