All language subtitles for Monk_S03E01_Mr. Monk Takes Manhattan.English (CC)

[light classical music playing]

[car horns blaring]

[Sharona scoffs] I guess
you've completely given up

on trying to be cool, huh?

Yeah, pretty much.
Wow, this place is amazing.

Look at these buildings.
Look-- Look at that one.

How did they build that?

Actually, they built that one
from the top down.

Really? Wow.

-Better stick with me.
-Wow.

This town's gonna eat you alive.

[man] Taxi!

-Where'd he go?
-[taxi driver] Who?

The-- The man-- The other man.
The man in the front seat.

The nut?

Yeah, the nut. Where'd he go?

What was he complaining about?
My taxi is very clean.

Why was he wiping,
wiping, wiping everything?

Look, sir, your taxi is perfect,

but where did he go?

Look, I don't care. I'll never pick
him up again. You tell him that.

I see him, I'll keep driving.
I don't care if I lose my license.

Hey, I'll keep driving.

I lost him.

What do you mean?
He was-- He was right here.

How could he get lost?
We're 15 feet from the hotel.

[Stottlemeyer] Monk!

Oh, my God! Adrian!

Adrian! Adrian, you can't
just walk away like that.

You scared me half to death.

Somebody dropped this.

Okay. You know what?
You're gonna have to forget about that.

There is no way that you're gonna be able

to clean up New York City by yourself.

Trust me. New York City wins.

It's always gonna win.

It's so noisy.

So is San Francisco.

No, this-- This is different.

I can't do this. I…

I can't really function here.

It's-- This is too much, too much.

[Sharona] Adrian, listen to me.

Don't forget why you're here, all right?

You have a lead, a name.

Finally, after all these years, you know?

Warrick Tennyson.

That's right, Warrick Tennyson.

And he is connected somehow
to Trudy's murder.

But why does he have to live here?

I don't know. When you find him,

that can be the first thing you ask him.

It won't be the first thing I ask him.

[Disher] Check it out.

-[Disher] Wow.
-[Sharona] Wow.

[laughs] I could get used to this place.

Do you think they have cable?

Of course they have cable.

Can we afford this?

[sighs] Well, we didn't have a choice.

Adrian booked the reservation.

It's rated the cleanest hotel in New York.

Hello, I'm Adrian… Monk.

Party of four.

Not much of a party, really.

Here we are-- Monk.

You have three rooms.

Oh, three rooms. Well, me and Sharona.

Wait, wait, wait.

I-I thought I was getting my own room.

Look, well, I'd rather not be by myself.

Me and the captain.

No. No, no. Sharing a cab was bad enough.

Well, why don't we just get a fourth room?

Sorry, we're completely booked.

Well, uh, how about me and Sharona?

[scoffs] In your dreams.

Mr. Ambassador, welcome back.
This came for you.

-Thank you.
-Oh, excuse me. Excuse me.

Okay, well, uh, whoever gets me,

I-I just have to let you know

I'm gonna need the bathroom
all to myself, so…

Um, Adrian, Adrian, um… do you mind

if you guard the luggage over there?

-[Monk] Hmm?
-Just guard the luggage--

And I think they're uneven.

Oh. Totally uneven.

Thank you. Good day.

That's the new Latvian ambassador.

Whoop-de-doo.

Sis nav mans metelis.

[elevator bell dings]

-[gunshots]
-[people screaming]

[Disher] Get down!

[Stottlemeyer] Police officers!
Everyone down! Down!

Down! Get down!

-[Stottlemeyer] Everybody down!
-Call 911 now.

[Monk grunts]

[Stottlemeyer] Everybody stay down!
Stay calm!

Stay down!

Monk! Monk!

[groans]

-Are you all right?
-Mm.

-Did you see him?
-Yeah.

Can you identify him?

["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 ♪

[dramatic music playing]

Is he okay?

Is there a problem here?

He's thinking.

Mr. Monk. Mr. Monk.

We know about your reputation,

and we, uh, we appreciate your help,

but this is a big case.

Feds breathing down my neck.

I've got CNN outside.
I don't have all day here.

I can't focus. It's too noisy.

[Cage] What's-- What's noisy?

It's, uh, it's the traffic.

[all chuckling]

-But we're inside.
-I can hear it.

Would you like us
to shut down Midtown Manhattan

so you can focus here?

Would that be inconvenient?

Uh, excuse me. Do you mind
if I just talk to him for a sec?

What's going on?

Can't you hear that? Can't you hear that?

No.

It's-- It's relentless.

[Sharona] What?

[Monk] The sirens.

[Sharona] There's
no off switch here, okay?

I mean, look, I wish there was,
but there isn't, okay?

The buses…

Monk, come here.

Come here.

Look, these are the people

that are gonna help us
find Tennyson, okay?

So let's dazzle them here.

That way they'll owe us one.

Remember, we're here for Trudy.

Right.

Come on.

[quirky music playing]

His coat.

Whose coat?

The ambassador's coat. It's damp.

He's right.

And the other coats are dry.

How'd we miss that?

You get used to it.

[Monk] I remember
when the ambassador came in,

he brushed up against me.

His coat was dry.

What, his coat was dry then
but it's wet now?

Maybe the shooter switched coats.

[officer] Hey.

"Dometri Krazluv."

No, it's the right coat.
Now, that's the damnedest thing.

This might not have been political.

He was an ambassador, for God's sake.

His country's on the brink of a civil war.

What else could it be?

But look at how the bodies fell.

The shooter killed
the two bodyguards first.

Well, sure he did,
on account of they were armed.

Nope. No. If this was political,

he would have taken out
his primary target first--

the ambassador.

And he wouldn't have used a .22 caliber.

It's a pea shooter.

Well, it seemed to do the trick.

The shooter got lucky.

Whatever happened here wasn't planned.

It-- It just happened.

You know, I'm glad
you got a good look at him.

I need you to come down to the precinct

and work with my sketch artist.
You know the drill.

That's gonna have to wait,

because we're meeting somebody
from the D.A.'s office at four o'clock

about another case, so…

Your wife's murder.
Yeah, I was sorry to hear.

I just talked to the D.A.,
and the meeting's been canceled.

-What?
-Since when?

Well, since 20 minutes ago.

Why?

Well, she didn't say.
She never tells me anything.

Isn't that how it works in Frisco?

First off, the name of our little town

is San Francisco, not Frisco.

Second of all, we just flew
3,000 miles to talk to this guy.

It's the first break
we've had in seven years.

I understand. I've got people downtown.

I'll make some phone calls.

We're all on the same team, Captain.

Are we?

[Cage] Denise, we're talking
about a cop's wife here.

Uh-huh. Look, all they want to do

is talk to the guy for five minutes.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I-I see.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry too.

She won't budge.

Well, who's her boss?

The state attorney general.

You're right.

I'm gonna call him.
I'm gonna call him right now.

Um…

let me, uh…

Let me-- Let me clean up, uh,

some stuff here.

[Monk] Um…

Hmm.

The mole--

The mole.

What about it?

The mole on the ear, it, uh…

It was darker.

Like that?

Now it's too dark.

Too dark.

Mr. Monk, it doesn't need
to be perfect, all right?

It's-- It's just a sketch.

We've been here
for over an hour and a half.

Okay? I-I think
we're done with the ear, huh?

Okay, not quite.

Hey. Where you been?

Check it out. It's a Rolex.

-Two hundred bucks, and it's gold-plated.
-[Sharona sighs]

-Where'd you get it?
-Met a guy who knew a guy.

Never needs batteries.

Well, of course not.

It runs on stupidity.

Randy, you're so gullible,
it's frightening.

Yeah, well, it does everything.

Look, I can tell you

what time it is all around the world.

It's 5:30 here.

In Denver, it's 3:30.

In Los Angeles, 12:17.

And in Paris, France…

time has stopped.

Perfect.

Thank God. All right, let's move on, huh?

Tell me about this guy's eyes.

I didn't see his eyes.

He was covering his face.

So, all I saw was a left ear.

What are we supposed to do with this?

I can't distribute this.

I'd recognize him.

From this?

Every ear is different.

They're like fingerprints.

Hey, how's it going?

This is all that he saw.

[Monk] You know what?

The earlobe was a little rounder.

-Monk…
-Well?

I got bad news and some really bad news.

What do you want to hear first?

Uh…

Let's see, I think, uh,
the really bad, I guess, first,

or-- No, start-- Just start with the bad,

or-- or the really bad. I-I-I--

This morning,
Warrick Tennyson agreed to testify

in this big federal racketeering case.

He is in protective custody,
incommunicado.

They're not gonna let us
or anybody anywhere near him.

Didn't you tell them about Trudy?

Look, I was up there
for an hour and a half

screaming my head off.

They said yes on one condition.

[jackhammer rattling]

What-- What-- What-- What's the condition?

It's about this new case,
the, uh, assassination thing.

The D.A. said if we help
with this ambassador case,

they'll let us talk to Tennyson.

What do you think?

Well-- Well, I guess--
I guess I don't have--

[cars honking]

[jackhammer rattling]

-I guess I don't real--
-[jackhammer rattling]

I guess I don't real--

I guess I don't--

I guess I don't real--

-I mean, I guess I don't--
-[rattling]

I guess I don't really--

[jackhammer silent]

-I guess I don't really have--
-[jackhammer rattling]

I guess I don't--

[jackhammer rattles]

I guess I don't really have--

[rattling continues]

-I guess I don't really--
-[rattling]

-I guess I don't really--
-[rattling]

I guess I don't really have a choice!

[Stottlemeyer] It's big news.

Not just here. All over the world.

When Trudy died,
she wasn't on the front page.

She was on page four.

The next day, there was
a little story on page ten.

And the next day…

she was gone.

Adrian, she's not gone.

We're gonna find
the people who killed her,

I promise. And don't forget…

if we help them with this,
they're gonna help us.

Vladimir Kazinsky, Captain Stottlemeyer.

-Good to see you.
-Adrian Monk and, uh, Sharona Fleming.

Mr. Kazinsky's with the Latvian embassy.

[Stottlemeyer] So you were here
with the ambassador

about an hour before the murder.

Well, not even one hour. Twenty minutes.

I just can't believe he's gone.
What are you looking at?

Your left ear.

What's wrong with it?

Nothing. It's--

Sir, we're trying to retrace

where the ambassador was

and where he went
and who he might have met.

Well, uh…

we, uh, met, uh, for drinks.

We met every Wednesday,
and we stood right over there.

Just the two of you?

He had his bodyguards with him.

[Sharona] Oh, and-- and, um,

did he seem worried
about anything, or frightened?

[Kazinsky] Not at all. He was, uh,

how do you-- upbeat.

Mr. Kazinsky, I overheard the ambassador

say something just--
just before he was killed.

"She's now gone meatless."

She's now gone meatless?

Does that mean anything to you?

Maybe he knew a woman who's a vegetarian.

I-I mean does it have
any meaning in Latvian?

No. No, I'm sorry.

Thank you, Mr. Kazinsky.

-[Monk] She's now gone meatless?
-No.

That'll be all. I'll show you out.

She's-- She's now gone… meatless?

-No.
-Appreciate your time.

Any more questions, we'll get back to you.

-Okay.
-Thank you, sir.

[Stottlemeyer] Thank you.

[In Latvian accent] She's--
She's now gone meatless.

"She's now gone meatless"?

That's what he said.

Maybe it's some kind of slang,
like hip-hop.

-Hip-hop?
-Hip-hop. It's a sort of street talk.

Why don't you ask around?

Well, I'm not gonna ask people

what "she's now gone meatless" means.

Why not?

I don't know.
I might move back here someday.

I-I don't know.

That was our supposed friend
Detective Cage.

He's got a lead.
He wants us to go to Brooklyn,

talk to a man named Elmer Gratnik.

Gratnik's been sending the ambassador

some threatening letters.

Brooklyn, that-- that's, like,
an old bridge, right?

-Or a tunnel.
-Or a tunnel. Okay, a bridge--

Look, I got a plan. Here's the deal.

-You two go to Brooklyn--
-No, Brooklyn, no.

You go to Brooklyn, you talk to Gratnik,

you check out his earlobe
or whatever it is you do.

Randy and I are gonna snoop here

and see if we can't figure out where
these clowns are hiding our witness.

Brooklyn?

[Disher] Great. Let's meet
back here at eleven o'clock.

Randy, it's eleven o'clock right now.

[Monk] Trudy loved New York.

She always wanted to bring me here.

I guess now she has.

[Sharona] Hmm.

Wait, wait, wait. That's Gratnik.

Right over there.

Cage says he always wears that hat.

He's been seeking
political asylum for two years,

but the I.N.S. keeps turning him down.

[Monk] And he blamed the ambassador.

Among others.

So you think he's the guy you saw?

Maybe. I can't tell.

I need to see his left ear.

Look, look, how about this? You walk by…

Maybe-- Maybe he'll tip his hat.

Oh, he's not gonna tip his hat.

He might if you sashay.

Where are you going?

-I'm going to talk to him.
-Look--

Sashay. Sharona, sashay.

Um, excuse me, M-Mr. Gratnik?

Shh.

Now talk. You can bother him all you want.

Okay.

We're working with the police department

on the assassination.

[Gratnik] That was no assassination.

Assassination is a word
they use for great men.

Ambassador Krazluv was no great man.

Vins bija suns-- He was a dog!

Excuse me. Uh, that-- that is a nice hat.

Thank you.

[Sharona] Did you threaten him?

I get mad, I say things,
but I don't hurt people.

-What is that? Is that-- Is that mink?
-Sable.

Sable. Wow.

Yeah. Could I-- Could I hold it?

Why?

I love hats.

I collect them. I'm a--

I'm a chapeau-ologist.

No.

Go away!

She's now gone meatless.

What?

Before he was killed,

the ambassador said something like,

"She's now gone meatless."

Does that mean anything to you?

Excuse me. I think you are saying,

"Sis nav mans metelis,"
which is not really Latvian.

It's a completely different dialect

called High Tamian,

but some people speak both.

What does it mean?

That means, "This is not my coat."

"This is not my coat."

"This is not my coat."

Oh, I can teach you a new phrase.

Sah mats.

-[timer clicks]
-Checkmate.

Velns paravis.

Idritvai kocin!

[chess pieces rattling]

Idritvai kocin.

[suspenseful music playing]

[keys jingling]

[Stottlemeyer] Warrick Tennyson.

I knew it.

Trial transcripts…

Deposition…

[Disher] Cage said he didn't know
about the Tennyson case.

He lied to us. He's lying to us.

-[watch beeping]
-[Stottlemeyer] What is that?

It's my watch. It beeps every hour.

Well, turn it off.

I can't. The instructions were in Korean.

-Well, do something!
-[beeping continues]

Smash it.

No. It's a Rolex.

[subway rumbling]

Mister? Mister, are you okay?

Oh, he-- He's fine.

He's crying.

We couldn't find a cab.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Make… it stop.

See? You did it. You rode the subway.

I'm proud of you.
You're becoming a real New Yorker.

I rode on the subway.

-Change?
-Yes, I think I did.

Okay, this is our exit,
so stay close to me.

I keep thinking about
what the ambassador said.

"This is not my coat."

-But it was his coat.
-I know. I can't figure it out.

And how did it get wet?

I think that coat
is the key to-- Oh, my God.

Oh, my…

[Monk] He's urinating!

Oh, come-- Hey, hey, hey, come on!

-What are you doing?
-[Monk groaning]

There are people here!

Come on-- Adrian, I'm really sorry that--

What are you doing?!

Adrian, what are you doing?!

Are you crazy?! Why did you go on there?!

Adrian, what are you-- Stop!

Stop the train!

Adrian!

Sir, sir! Sir, you have
to stop that train!

-He's all alone!
-Okay, okay, okay. Shh, calm down.

-He's gonna panic.
-Calm down, calm down.

Ma'am, this happens all the time.

-What's his name?
-Um, Adrian Monk.

-Okay, how old is he?
-He's 45.

[Sharona] Taxi!

Taxi.

Taxi.

Taxi. Taxi.

[police siren whirring]

[traffic whistle blows]

[male card dealer]
Find the queen, find the queen, all right?

We are happy people here in New York City

trying to find the queen, all right?

Find the queen, you're living a dream.

You find the jack,
you don't get nothing back.

Okay, nothing at all.
I'm sorry, you don't.

Except love. I give love to everyone.

Here we go. Who see the queen, huh?

Who see it? You see the queen?

Come over here, man.

Put your money down on the table, boy.

Show me you got the cash, all right?

Five will get you ten,
ten will get you twenty, all right?

Put it down on the table, okay?

Show me the queen.

Show me the queen, man.

Right here?

All right, all right.
You a pretty smart fella.

Smart fella playing the game.

No, no, no, no. We gonna go again.

We gonna go again,
double or nothing, all right?

Double or nothing.
Put the money down. There you go.

That's all right.
I don't get mad when I lose.

Never get mad when I lose.
I just be glad when I win.

Very glad when I win, okay?

Here we go.

Where the queen, huh?

Huh?

You see the queen again?

[crowd oohs]

[several people complimenting Monk]

Game over.

Uh, well, what about my winnings?

Look, me keeping it. You cheated.

Excuse me.

I-I'd like to see your license.

My what?

Your gaming license.

-I left it at home.
-Oh.

Yeah, man, oh, I left it at home.

You know, you just-- You reminded me.

Stay right here, okay? I'll go get it.

Don't-- Don't take all day.

No, no, I'll be right back, man.

His license better be current.

[detective] Don't worry.

We'll find him.

We got 1,000 uniforms out there looking.

This whole city's laid out on a grid.

That's a good thing. He likes grids.

How long has he been missing?

Four hours.

Two and a half hours.

[Sharona sighs]
Okay, look, look, I've seen him

in situations like this, okay?

He-- He gets very overwhelmed,

and he can't think straight.

Ma'am, you're describing
half the people in this city.

[Cage] Afternoon.

Oh, I hear, uh,
wonder boy is missing in action.

Hey, Walter, you got a minute?

-Not right now.
-I think you do.

We didn't fly 3,000 miles to see Cats.

Yeah, well, Cats is closed.

I was straight up with you

from the moment I shook your hand.

Are you accusing me of something?

Warrick Tennyson is dying

from kidney failure and heart disease.

He probably will not live
long enough to talk to us,

and you knew it.

How long does he have?

He's got two, three days, maybe.

He's in some hospital, nobody knows where,

and the D.A.'s been deposing him
on that racketeering case,

and they're afraid they're gonna lose him
before they get what they need.

They're not gonna let
anybody get near him.

You gave me your word.

Come on, I didn't lie to you.

If we close the ambassador case--

Look, I don't care
about the frigging ambassador.

He means less than zero to me, okay?

My friend's wife got blown up.

You understand?

And it killed him too.

In a way.

If we close this case,

we can call city hall,
we can call the press.

We're gonna have juice.
Come on, you know how this works.

They won't dare say no to us.

Captain, it's not just your best shot.

It's your only shot.

[ambulance siren wailing]

[loud chattering]

[tense music playing]

[grunting]

[whistle blows]

-[man 1 speaking loudly]
-[man 2 coughing]

[whistle blows]

[man 3] And few there be that find it.

Praise the Lord.

A cleansing is coming.

There will be a reckoning.

A cleansing is coming.

Who would like to see a cleansing?

I would-- I would.

They found him. He's in Times Square.

Oh, my God.

[man 3] There will be a reckoning

because Judgment Day is coming!

-Testify, brother!
-[tambourine rattles]

Ha ha! Whoo!

Speak unto it, brother!

Get it said!

But it's still not too late.

-[Sharona] That him?
-[Stottlemeyer] Yes.

Oh, my God!

-Oh, my God! Excuse me!
-[Monk] Repent! You fornicators!

Save yourselves!

Adrian, what are you doing?

We're spreading the word!

Yeah, you're spreading something.

Don't listen to her, Jor-el. I know her.

She's a fornicator.

-Adrian, Adrian, no--
-Fornicator!

-Fornicator!
-[Jor-el] Fornicator!

-Fornicator!
-Fornicator!

-Fornicate--
-[Stottlemeyer] Stop it! Come here.

-[Jor-el] Fornicator!
-Shame on you!

[Stottlemeyer] Hold still.

Is he okay?

-Yes, he's fine.
-All right.

Uh, Captain, Captain, there is--

There's a card game on 49th Street.

I think it might be rigged.

Okay, we'll look into that, all right?

Adrian, here, here,
I bought you some water.

Did you ever find Warrick Tennyson?

-We're working on that.
-Oh.

They've got the home field advantage,

but we're still working on it.

Why don't we go back to the hotel
and get some rest, okay?

Come on.

[Monk] That's the guy from the hotel.

What, the shooter?

How do you know?

His ear. I'd recognize it anywhere.

[Disher] Yeah, his name's Steven Leight.

His wife was just killed in Central Park.

I was just reading about him.

Wait, and he killed the ambassador?

What's the connection?

I don't know, I don't know.

But he's the guy.

I've never been more sure.

What time is it?

Not you.

[Sharona] Ooh, he's coming, he's coming.

Steven Leight.

Hi, I'm Leland Stottlemeyer,
San Francisco Homicide.

This is Lieutenant Disher,
Sharona Fleming…

and that's Adrian Monk.

He's helping us out.

He's nearsighted.

You were supposed
to meet us at your apartment

nearly an hour ago.

-You weren't there.
-Are you avoiding us, sir?

No, no, no. I-I'm sorry.
I-I forgot, you know?

It's-- I'm just-- I'm not thinking
very straight right now.

It's-- It's-- It's been a terrible week.

[Sharona] Your assistant said
we might find you here,

that you were doing some errands.

Yeah, that's right. I--

I went to the pharmacy.

You know, I-I've already
talked to the police,

five times.

I told them everything I know.

[Monk] Oh, my God.

-What?
-Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God.
-What's wrong?

That girl-- That-- That girl.

One of her gloves is missing.

Mr. Leight, would you mind
telling us your story again?

You guys are from San Francisco, right?

-[Stottlemeyer] Yep.
-[Steven] Don't understand.

What does Beverly's murder
have to do with you?

We're working on a different case,
but we think there might be a connection.

[Monk] Excuse me. Excuse me. Yes-- Wh--

What-- What happened
to your other glove there?

I lost it.

She lost it.

She-- She lost it, for God's sake.

Go ahead.

Two days ago, it was--
It was our anniversary.

We had tickets to the matinee.

We were supposed to meet
out in front of the theater,

and she never showed up.

Mr. Leight, excuse me.

[Steven] Uh, I-I called
everybody that we knew.

Finally I called the police, and…

[Monk] Excuse me!

-…they had just found her body…
-Excuse me!

-over by the boat pond in Central Park.
-Excuse me.

The cops, they-- they think that, uh,

they think that she resisted.

And what do you think?

I don't know, you know? She was--

She was wearing
her grandmother's necklace,

and it meant the world to her.

I think if somebody
probably tried to take that,

she would have fought back.

Now I, uh, I can't believe
that she's gone.

Show me your hands. Show me your--

See? No?

Go. Go-- Go skate.

Go.

[Stottlemeyer] How many years you married?

Seven years.

I'm so-- Mr. Leight, um,
do you live alone, sir?

Yeah, now I do.

Who are you sleeping with?

What-- What-- What are you talking about?

Well, your wife just died, but…

you're not sleeping alone, are you?

Of course I am.

Well, you just bought
some snoring medicine, and…

there's only one reason
a man would buy snoring medicine.

You're keeping somebody else awake.

This conversation's over, okay?

I don't have to talk to you,
and I don't want to talk to you.

If you have any more questions,

here, I'll tell you what--
why don't you take a quarter?

You call my lawyer.

What-- What is that?

Uh, a mint? Could I see that?

Unbelievable. You want it, take it.

Have a good day.

They're identical.

Which means…

what?

It means Steven Leight
was in this bar recently.

Steven Leight and the ambassador

were both in this bar.

Uh, this isn't mine.

Oh, sorry.

I was looking at the wrong ticket.

[clerk scoffs] What's wrong with me?

Here we go.

What's going on?
Nobody's told me anything.

Yeah, join the club.

Mr. Leight, have you ever
been inside this bar before?

Maybe. I don't remember.

Maybe I can refresh your memory.

You were here on Wednesday

just minutes after you killed your wife.

[chuckles] You're crazy.

[Monk] Here's what happened.

You took your wife to the park,

and you found a secluded area,

and when you were sure
no one was watching,

you shot her.

Then you took her jewelry
to make it look like a robbery.

Afterwards, you were pretty shaken up.

[Stottlemeyer] Cold-blooded murder
has a tendency to do that.

[Monk] So you decided to have a drink
before you called the police.

Of course, you didn't notice
that the ambassador from Latvia

was sitting just a few feet away.

Why would you? You'd never met the man.

But then your worlds collided.

The coat check girl
gave him your coat by mistake.

From what I've seen,

that happens around here all the time.

Later, when she gave you
the ambassador's coat,

you immediately realized
what had happened.

You had to get your coat back,

because your wife's jewelry
was still in the pocket.

It could have easily been traced.

If anybody found it,
they'd know you'd killed her.

[Monk] You found the hotel key card,

so you knew where he was staying.

You ran the whole way.

You probably didn't even notice
that it started to rain.

You. It was you.

You filthy, disgusting animal.

You make me sick!

Me?

What are you doing? He's a busboy.

Sharona, don't you recognize him
from the subway?

He's the urinator.

Urinator!

It was you. Don't-- Don't--
Don't-- Don't try to deny it.

-[Stottlemeyer] Monk.
-We saw what you--

Monk, could we get back
to the quadruple homicide, please?

Uh… he followed
the ambassador to the hotel,

the ambassador
must have noticed the jewelry,

Leight killed them all, switched coats,

and that's how one of them was wet.

You. Where were you raised?

I mean, how can you live with yourself?

Disgusting pig. And you work
in the food service industry,

for God's sake.

Will you control yourself?

The ballistics check out.

The wife was killed with the same gun.

Mr. Leight, you're under arrest

for four counts of premeditated homicide.

Sir, Captain Cage,

I'm gonna need to borrow these handcuffs,

'cause you're going down, Mr. Pee.

-Monk.
-[Monk grunts]

Adrian…

That man took a whiz in the subway.

That man killed four people in cold blood.

Now, who do you think we should arrest?

The murderer.

[suspenseful music playing]

How is he?

He's on morphine, so there's no pain.

That's too bad.

Could you excuse us for a minute?

Thank you.

Uh, Mr. Tennyson,
we're here from San Francisco

to talk to you about Trudy Monk.

Do you remember her?

Car bomb.

That's right.

[Warrick] A man--

A man paid me $2,000 cash

to build a bomb.

Ten pounds of plastique…

magnesium charge.

How--

How was it detonated?

Cell phone.

Who was it?

Who hired you?

I don't know.

I only met him one time.

Parking garage.

[Stottlemeyer] What did he look like?

[Warrick] It was dark.

I never saw his face.

But I saw his hand.

[solemn music playing]

He had six fingers on his right hand.

Freak.

Could you…

leave us alone for a minute?

I'll meet you outside.

Are you sure?

Oh, yeah.

Let's go.

[door closes]

You were the husband?

I am the husband.

Forgive me.

Forgive you?

This is me…

turning off your morphine.

[clicks]

[music fades]

[shaky breathing]

[grim music playing]

And this…

is Trudy…

the woman you killed…

turning it back on.

[Sharona] You know, it's a shame.

New York's the greatest city in the world,
and we couldn't even enjoy it.

Well, I promise
we're coming back. I promise.

Oh, yeah, let's do that.

No, wait, I have a better idea.

Why don't we never travel
anywhere ever again?

-[Sharona exclaims]
-[Disher] We're gonna be late.

Is that a new watch?
Did you buy it in a store?

Yeah. I bought it near a store.

I mean, this one keeps perfect time.

Swiss accuracy.

-Your watch is smoking.
-Huh?

Your watch is on fire.

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

-Come on.
-Ow.

Ow-- Ow! Ow, ow.

[driver] No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.

You guys, fine.

Not him.

No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hang on, hang on.

-I'm handcuffing him, okay?
-What?

Yeah, I'm handcuffing him.
He won't touch anything.

I promise.

Plus double the meter.

Yeah, let's come back here real soon.

And no talking!

[theme music playing]