All language subtitles for Monk_S03E02_Mr. Monk and the Panic Room.English (CC)

-[hip hop beat playing]
-[man] ♪ Check it out ♪

♪ You ain't never heard
Nothing like this before ♪

♪ We gonna blaze you
With this hot joint ♪

♪ Yo, E ♪

♪ You ready to do this? ♪

[yelling over music]
Can you hear that?

Sounds like another hit!

[song continues]

What? What?

[turns volume down]

Well, you can't really
appreciate it over the phone.

No, Chloe, darling,
we can't re-record it.

We're already
four months behind schedule.

[scoffs] Trust me.

Trust my gut.
It's golden.

Even Darwin loves it.

He's been dancing
around the house all night.

It's Mommy.

Tell her how much
you love it.

[chitters]

He can't talk right now.
He's busy.

Look, I love you too.

All right.

[song continues in distance]

So…

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ You know
That I came to dance, yeah ♪

-Nice, slow fade.
-[music volume fades]

[Darwin chittering lightly]

You know,
everything fades, Darwin.

Songs fade.

Love fades.

Happiness fades.

Idea for album cover--

[alarm bell ringing]

[shrieking]

It's okay, Darwin.

Come on. Don't be scared now.

-Come on. Come on.
-[shrieking continues]

Come on, Darwin.
Come on.

Come on. Let's go
to the panic room. We'll be okay.

Come on, Darwin.
Come on. It's okay, buddy.

Come on. It's okay.
It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.
It's okay, buddy.

We're safe in here.

[tires screech]

Mr. Blackburn,
are you in here?

-[alarm continues]
-Hello, sir, we're the police!

Is there an intercom
or something?

I don't see one.

[chittering]

Should I read him
his rights?

[Darwin shrieking]

["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 ♪

[children lively chattering]

[boy] No, come on, get him!

[children clamoring]

Benjy, I am so disappointed
in you,

and you were lucky
you weren't expelled!

-Uh-oh.
-What?

Oh, the Band-Aid is…

It's okay. It doesn't
have to be perfect-- Ow!

You'll heal faster
if it's straighter.

Mom, can you
please do this?

You don't want me
near you,

and it serves you right
for fighting.

I wasn't fighting. You said
I could defend myself.

You weren't
defending yourself.

You were defending
that little boy,

and you know it.

His name is Reuben.

Everyone was
picking on him.

They were
giving him a wedgie.

What's a wedgie?

It's when they lift
your underwear

all the way
out of your pants.

Oh. When I was a kid,
they called it something else.

-What?
-An Adrian.

[Sharona] I feel sorry for Reuben, too.
I really do.

But he's not your problem,

and you should have
gone to another teacher.

Teachers don't do anything.

He gets picked on
every day.

He's too little
to fight back.

[Sharona] Benjy, rules are rules.

Now, you're punished,

and there's no TV,

-and there's no PlayStation.
-Mom!

Sharona, he was
just sticking up for a friend.

Adrian, you stay
out of it.

You're not his father.

That's true, but I care about him
as much as any father.

Ow!

[groans] Stop it!

[telephone rings]

Hello?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
he's here. Uh-huh.

Oh, okay. Yeah.

Uh, 715 Vinton Street.

Okay, great.

Yeah, we'll be there.

-Okay, bye.
-[phone beeps off]

Adrian, we have a job.
We got to go.

What…

Please look at me.

Benjy, I'm going
to call Aunt Gail,

and she's going to make you
dinner tonight, okay?

Yeah.

Now, I want you
to go to your room

and think about
what you've done.

You know
I still love you, right?

All right.
Go to your room.

[police radio chatter]

-Monk. Sharona.
-Lieutenant.

Thank you for coming.

We've got
a very bizarre situation here.

I could use
a second opinion.

-Third opinion.
-What?

I already told you
what I thought,

so this would be
a third opinion.

Whatever.
A third opinion.

[Sharona]
Who's the victim?

Ian Blackburn. He's a major-league
record producer,

he's worked
with everybody--

-the Stones, Springsteen, the Eagles.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Isn't he married to Chloe?

Yeah, yeah, they've been
married for two years.

He produces
all of her stuff.

At least he did
until 5:09 this morning.

Who's Chloe?

Well, she's the most famous
singer on the planet.

Oh-- Chloe.

Yeah, sure.
She's great.

I love that song
she does about…

lovin' that guy,
'cause…

Look, the press hasn't

gotten wind of this yet,
but it won't be long.

-Captain?
-Yeah?

-You wanted to see the window?
-Yes, sir.

He got in through here?

No, he never got in.
He broke the glass,

set off the alarm,
and that scared him away.

It's probably just
some neighborhood kid.

-Yep.
-That is strange.

What's strange?

These footprints
heading toward the house--

You see the whole foot.
He's walking.

So?

Look at these
heading the other way.

You see the whole foot.

Still walking.

If somebody tripped an alarm,
especially a kid,

you'd think
they'd run away.

You might be right,
but it doesn't matter,

because whoever
broke that glass

never got into the house.
He's not the killer.

Then who is?
Do you have a suspect?

[Disher] Yep.

You want to meet him?

[Darwin chittering quietly]

It's a monkey.

[Disher] Actually, uh,
he's a chimpanzee.

His name's Darwin.
He's five years old.

He's been living
with Mr. Blackburn

since he was a baby.

I mean a baby chimp.
He was never a regular baby.

I don't understand.

He's our suspect.
He's the shooter.

I don't understand.

The chimp was alone
in a locked room

with the victim.

We found a gun
in his hand.

I don't understand.

Look at him.
He's scared to death.

Honey, come over here.

Sharona, don't touch him.

D-don't touch it.

Don't-- Now, you're going--

You're going
to have to be quarantined,

and you will, too.
You all will.

[Stottlemeyer] Monk.

I think he's hungry.
Has anybody fed him?

We called Animal Control.
They'll be here soon.

Is there a kitchen
around here?

Yeah, in there.

-I'll go with you.
-Why?

He's dangerous, Sharona.
He's killed before.

Oh, please. He wouldn't
hurt a fly. Look at him.

Come on, honey.
Come on.

This is his own private
recording studio.

Forty-eight tracks, all-digital.
State of the art.

Is that the wife?

[Stottlemeyer] Yep-- Chloe.

She's state of the art, too.

I just talked to her.
She was in Dallas

doing a show last night.

How did
she take the news?

Shock, tears.
It sounded genuine.

Whoa, whoa.

Um…

Yeah, she's canceling
her tour.

She's flying back here.
She'll be here later today.

She told me she spoke
to Ian at around 4:00 a.m.

He was in here mixing a song.

Monk.

And, uh, at 5:09,

somebody broke
the window downstairs.

Yeah. Which--
Which set off the alarm.

-[Stottlemeyer] Right.
-Right.

At which point
Blackburn grabbed the monkey,

and they skedaddled down
that hall toward the bedroom.

Monk, stop it.

-[faint beeping]
-What is that?

Do you-- Do you hear that?

-What?
-Listen.

[faint beeping]

[beeping grows louder]

It's a pill dispenser.

Oh, yeah, she said that
he was on antidepressants.

Karen's got one of those.
It's got a built-in alarm in it.

It reminds her
when to take the pills.

This one's set
for 4:30 a.m.,

but you said the alarm
went off at 5:09.

So why didn't
he take his pills?

Why didn't
he take his pills?

That's pretty weird.

[Stottlemeyer]
Hang on.

It gets weirder.
Come on.

-[Sharona] Okay, come on, honey.
-[Darwin chittering]

Feel better?
Do you feel better?

Okay.

What happened last night?

[scoffs] Guess he's not going
to be the best witness.

He's not a witness, Sharona.

He's the killer. Whoa.

Pfft!

Hey, watch it.

He did it.

We'll see
what Adrian says.

He's very smart.

He's going
to figure it all out.

[Stottlemeyer]
They call it a panic room.

I know
that's a difficult concept,

because for you,
every room is a panic room.

[Monk] Thank you.

If there's an intruder
in the house, you run in there,

you lock the door,
and wait for the cavalry.

-Which is what Blackburn did.
-Exactly.

The alarm
came in at 5:09,

two uniforms responded,
no sign of an intruder.

They run upstairs,
knock, knock,

door's locked, no answer.

They cut their way in.

They find him right there,
shot four times.

Once in the chest,
once in the head,

twice in the back.

King Kong is right there
next to him,

covered with blood,
with a gun in his hand.

And the room
was locked from the inside?

Oh, yeah,
locked and bolted.

As you can see,
it's completely self-contained.

You could live in here
for a week.

Well, not you,
but a person could.

Who owned the gun?

He did.
He kept it in here.

So what do you think?

I mean,
am I missing anything?

Because I-I want to be sure
before I go on television

and utter the words
"killer monkey."

[Monk] Mm.

I don't know.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Help! Somebody!

Oh, my--

I'm trapped in here.

-I'm trapped in here!
-Monk, you're not trapped.

Captain!

Monk, just push this button
here on the wall.

Oh, God,
it's soundproof.

Can you hear me?!

Monk, I can hear you.

I'm trapped in here!

Monk, I can hear you--
I can see you.

There's a hole
in the door. Monk.

[Monk] I'm running out of air.

No, you're not running out
of air, Monk. Monk.

-I'm running out of air!
-You're not running out of air.

-There's a-- Monk, there's a--
-Can't breathe!

Monk. Monk!

[gasping]
I can't breathe!

Monk, you can breathe.
There's a hole in the door. Look--

[Monk] No more talking.

Monk, look at me.

-Monk, push the button.
-No more talking!

-[Monk whimpering]
-Monk, look at me! Monk.

-Monk.
-Help me!

Got to conserve air.

-[Monk groans, gags]
-Monk, just push the button.

Push-- Push--
Push the green button.

Monk.

The green button
that says "open."

No, the button here
that says "open."

-By the door-- Monk.
-[gasps]

[breathing deeply]

That's a panic room.

Adrian, are you all right?

-Almost ran out of air.
-[Darwin chittering quietly]

Well, at least
you didn't lose your head,

and that's
the important thing.

Excuse me.
We're from Animal Control.

[Darwin shrieking]

Please. Please, darling, come here.

Oh, shh, shh.

Here you go, fella.
You got to come with us now.

-That's a good boy.
-No.

What are you going
to do with him?

If he killed somebody, we're going
to have to put him down.

-You're going to put him down?
-I'm afraid so. That's the law.

What?

Adrian,
you have to do something.

-He didn't do it.
-Sharona, the room was locked.

There was nobody else
in there.

I don't care!
He didn't do it!

I-- He didn't do it.

-I know he didn't do it.
-[chittering quietly]

-[chittering quietly]
-[chuckles]

You like that?

You miss me? Huh?

I missed you.

So how long
have you two been dating?

He's just jealous
'cause you're cuter than him,

and you smell better.

Well, they finally
spelled my name right,

the one time
I wish they hadn't.

I can't believe I let her
talk me into this.

There are a few things
that don't add up.

Like the footprints?

And the pill dispenser.

Monk, there's always going
to be a loose end or two.

Lest we forget that the monkey
and the victim

were in
a locked room alone.

[sighs] There is that.

Look, I called
the San Francisco Zoo,

and they don't think
a chimpanzee can fire a handgun.

Of course he can.

If you can peel a banana,
you can fire a gun.

What, are you
an expert now?

-Are you?
-More than you.

Hey, children, let's not fight
in front of the monkey, okay?

It's a legitimate question,
and we're going to settle it

once and for all
right now.

Lieutenant,
give me that gun.

[Stottlemeyer]
Is that loaded?

[Disher] No, sir.
I emptied it myself.

Good. Okay.

I'm going downstairs
with our suspect.

I'm going to hand him a gun,
and we'll see what happens.

Great.
I'm going with you.

No, Sharona,
it's just me and Darwin.

I'm trying to recreate

the conditions
in the panic room.

I'm going
to lock the door,

and I'm not coming out
until I'm satisfied.

Let's go.

Come on.

Have a seat.

[chittering]

So…

I understand
you can use tools.

I know you've seen
one of these before.

There's a tool for you.

Monk, can I run
a theory by you?

Sure.

Suicide by monkey.

Suicide by monkey?

[Disher] Yeah, what if Ian Blackburn
trained the chimp

to shoot him
in the panic room?

Why would he do that?

So his wife could
collect on the insurance.

Thus, suicide by monkey.

Thus, theory by monkey.

Randy, Ian Blackburn had

a $100,000
life insurance policy.

Chloe is worth--
what, twenty million?

It doesn't seem worth it.

[Disher stammering]

That's true.

You keep thinking, Butch.

You think you're pretty cute,
don't you?

Hey, get your fingers out of your ears.
I'm talking to you.

-I'm talking to you.
-[animated chittering]

-Are you laughing at me?
-[shrieks]

-I said, are you laughing at me?!
-[shrieks]

I think you've got
an attitude problem, my friend.

Okay, opposable thumbs.

Whoop-de-doo.
Here, pick it up.

Here you go.

-What do you think of that?
-[shrieks]

[Sharona] Randy, do you have
another piece of gum?

Yeah, sure.

Uh-oh.

Is there a problem?

Wrong gun.

Go on, pull the trigger.
Go on, pull it.

Pull it. Pull it.
Pull-- Pull the trigger.

You hungry, huh?

-Bang. [making gun noises]
-[shrieking]

Come on.

[blows whistle]

Come on! Come on!
Come on!

[blowing whistle]

Look it.
Monkey. Hey.

You like that?
Do you like him?

-[shrieking]
-Huh?

-Captain, open the door!
-Open the door!

-[blowing whistle]
-[Disher] Captain! Open the door!

[all clamoring outside]

Go away! Go away!

I'm not done yet!

I told you
to leave me alone!

Go away!
I'm not done yet!

-The other door!
-[Sharona] Ugh!

-[Darwin shrieking]
-[blowing whistle]

[Disher] Captain, Captain!
The gun's loaded!

Captain, the gun's loaded!

[imitating chimpanzee]

-It's loaded!
-Got the wrong gun!

-[Sharona] It's loaded!
-It's loaded!

-[imitating chimpanzee] Come on! Come on!
-[shrieking]

[Disher] Empty guns!
This one's empty!

-[Sharona] Cap!
-[Monk] Cap!

[vocalizing continues]

Give me your best shot,
you stupid primate!

-[Sharona screams]
-[gunshot]

The case is closed.

[Monk] Sharona, you were there.
He fired the gun.

[Sharona] Yeah, but he didn't aim it.
He didn't hit anything.

[Sharona scoffs]
Look, in the panic room,

Ian Blackburn
was shot four times.

Four shots, four hits.

There is no way
Darwin could have done that.

-There's no way.
-Maybe you're right.

Okay, now, are you saying that
because you agree with me

or because
you're afraid of me?

I'm saying that
because I'm afraid of you.

Hey, good choice.
That's the Ultra 4000.

The strongest safe
in the world.

Kurt Wolff.
Welcome to Wolff Security.

Oh, thank you,
thank you.

I'm Sharona,
and this is Adrian Monk.

Hi, how are you?

All right, well, what can I do
for you guys today?

We've got everything
you'll need

to sleep a little easier
at night.

Oh, I doubt that.

Let's see. I design
most of the stuff myself,

like this necklace,
for instance.

Take a look.

It shoots pepper spray.

I custom-made it
for a famous movie star.

Joey Heatherton?

Um, I can't tell you who.

All I can say is,
uh, she's very beautiful.

Joey Heatherton.

-Mr. Wolff?
-Yeah?

We're helping
the police investigate

the death
of Ian Blackburn.

Oh. Um, according to the news,
they already know who did it.

That monkey of his.

Well, he's a chimpanzee, okay?
[chuckles]

Um, you built the panic room
for them, huh?

-Is that right?
-Um, yes, that's true.

I designed it
and installed it.

Excuse me.
Could I see that, please?

Could I take a look at this?

Sure. Excuse me.

That $17,000 camera?

-Are you sure you're still interested?
-Mm-hmm.

[Kurt] Okay. Well, I got
to hand it to you.

You got great taste.

That is the best camera
in the world.

I just sold five of them
to the British Secret Service.

[Sharona]
How did Chloe hire you?

Oh, I've known Chloe
for years.

I used to do security
for her band

when they were
on the road.

You know, most musicians
can be a little…

-But, uh, she's okay. Good people.
-The silver-- The silver one.

It's a shame
what happened to them.

Too big.
That's too big.

So there's
only one way in, huh?

Um, yeah.
Once that door is locked,

there is-- You'd need
a tank to get inside.

Ah. Here we go.

The finest camera
in the world.

Is that it?

That's it. Thank you.

Let's go.

Thanks a lot.

[Chloe] I already told
the police everything I know.

Well, we really appreciate
your time.

I-I'm a big fan.

And what about you?

Me, no.
I haven't really listened

to the pop rock 'n' roll
since, uh…

Ever.

That's about right. Ever.
But I have heard of you.

Thank you.

And not just because
the monkey killed your husband.

Can I get you something? A drink?

No, no, no, we're okay.

Um, we just want to ask a couple
of questions, that's all.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

-Mrs. Blackburn--
-Chloe.

Chloe Blackburn.

On Sunday night,
the police phoned you

while they were trying
to open the panic room.

Yeah, I was in Dallas.

At least,
I think it was Dallas.

It's all sort of a blur.

And at that time,

you said that Ian
probably killed himself.

Ian was clinically depressed.

He was in therapy
and on medication.

He talked about suicide
all the time.

Did you use
the panic room a lot?

Ian did. Um, he went there
to meditate

and to get away
from the world.

Maybe even
to get away from me.

I don't know.

Look, this isn't
the best time for me.

The memorial service
is tomorrow.

Maybe we can talk
next week.

Next week's too late.
They're going to put Darwin to sleep.

Good. That animal
killed my husband.

I couldn't stand
having that beast around.

Is that all?

Um…

I'm in mourning,
Mr. Monk.

I really need
to be alone.

Of course.

So then, who was here
last night?

Um, I had a friend over.
We had some wine.

Well, champagne.

Well, you're wearing
a man's shirt.

It's my husband's.

Now do you believe me?
She's sleeping around.

That's not a crime.

In her world, it's standard
operating procedure.

Can't we get
a court order?

Adrian, they're going
to put Darwin to sleep.

-He's innocent.
-Sharona, I'm sorry.

There's nothing we can do.

-[chittering quietly]
-Honey, it's okay. It's okay.

Oh, it's okay, honey.
I got you. It's okay.

Come on. Come on.

I hate this.

Why don't you
stay out here, sir?

I can handle her.

Oh, you can?
Since when?

Hey.

Sharona,
we need to talk.

About what?

I think you know.

[door closes]

What happened here?
Did you have a party?

Uh, it's Benjy.
He never picks anything up.

Sharona, where's Darwin?

What are you
talking about?

We're going to find him.
Is he here?

Hey, will you put that away?
This is my house.

He's killed before.

No, he hasn't.

-[Sharona scoffs]
-Sharona…

We know
that you took him.

Now, either you tell us
where he is,

or I'm going to have to
take you in. That is the law.

Living room secure.
I'm heading to the kitchen.

Randy…

you don't have
to use the walkie-talkie.

I'm 10 feet away.

Roger--

Roger that.

Hey, what happened here?

Benjy threw up.

On the wall?

It was pretty awful.

Kitchen secure.

Monkey! Monkey! Monkey!

False alarm!

False alarm.

False alarm.
It's all right.

Give me that.

Sharona…

You were seen.

The animal shelter has
a surveillance camera.

It recorded your car's
license plate as you drove away.

They were going
to kill him.

Are you going to tell me
where he is?

I can't.

Then I'm going
to have to arrest you

for breaking and entering
and obstruction.

Go ahead.

You have the right
to remain silent.

-Anything you say--
-Randy, give me a break.

Damn it, Sharona, you're under arrest.
Just turn around.

[Sharona scoffs]

Mom.

Benjy, hey.

What are you doing?

Um, your mom bet Randy

that she could
get out of his handcuffs,

and, uh, she couldn't,
so, uh…

Take 'em off.

Take 'em off.

Benjy, you were right.

About what?

About standing up
for that little boy in school.

You did the right thing.

So now I'm standing up
for somebody

who can't protect himself.

You mean Darwin?

Yeah.

Look, everything's going
to be okay, all right?

Captain Stottlemeyer's going
to take you to Aunt Gail's,

and you tell her
to call Adrian.

He'll know what to do…

after I tell him.

All right?

Hi.

Remember me?

Adrian, it's only been
two hours. Come on.

How's Benjy?

Oh, he's good.

I just talked to him.
Said he's very proud of you.

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh. Wipe.

Sharona, wipe.

I don't have any wipes.
I'm in jail.

Oh, what is it?

Oh, my God,
get it off me.

Oh, God, get it off.
It's jail goo.

This is-- This is jail goo.

You know what?
You know what?

I put an extra wipe
in your pocket.

Give me--
Give me the wipe.

Oh, God.

It's connected.

Will you please relax?
I'm in no mood.

-[Sharona scoffs]
-Oh, my God.

[Sharona] Jail goo. God.

[Monk groans]

Listen, Sharona,

you have to tell the police
where Darwin is.

Please.

I can't do that.
They'll kill him.

I'm falling apart here.

Look, if you want me
out of here,

all you have to do is prove
that Darwin is innocent.

I think Chloe did it.

Chloe? How?

I don't know.

You're the genius.
You figure it out.

[chittering quietly]

[chittering]

[bulb shatters]

[shrieks]

[shrieks]

D-Dr. Kroger, please.

[glass shatters]

It's Adrian Monk.

Yes.

When-- When do you
expect him back?

I understand.

-[plastic glasses clattering]
-Well, it is, uh…

It is rather important.

All right, good-bye.
Thank you.

[shrieks]

[knock on door]

Adrian, are you all right?

Dr. Kroger, yes.
Thank you for coming.

Well, yeah, I usually
don't make house calls,

but you said
that it couldn't wait.

Would you like some juice?
There's an ape in my house.

I have an ape in my house.

Well, I've never-- I've never
been to your house before.

Adrian, is--

Is that Darwin
from the murder case?

Well--

[Darwin chittering]

Uh, maybe-- Maybe you should
just call the police.

I can't do that.
Sharona left him here.

She-- She's protecting him.

She'd never forgive me.

Hmm. Thank you.
Thank you, um…

Okay, okay.

Why don't
we leave him here and--

and we'll just
go back to my office?

I can't do that, either.

She expects me
to take care of him.

Well, you know, Adrian,
I-I can see that--

that your space
has been violated,

and I think
you're handling it very well.

I'm-- I'm proud of you.

[shrieks]

How do--
How do you feel?

[voice cracking]
I'm fine.

These things happen.
What can you do?

Exactly, exactly.

See, these are all
just material objects.

You know,
you can always replace

anything that he breaks
or chews or…

pees on.

Chews or pees on.

-Chews or pees on.
-[knock on door]

[Leo] Where are you?
Are you in here?

Hey, Monk,
did you put this up?

You can't sell this house.
You're renting.

I can't live here anymore.

But it's not
your house.

Chews or pees on.

What are you-- mental?

Excuse me. I'm Adrian's
psychiatrist Dr. Kroger.

You are…

I'm Leo Navarro.
I'm Adrian's landlord.

What the hell
is going on here?

Adrian is having
a dissociative episode.

He's just not
thinking straight.

What the hell is that?

No pets allowed!

You know the rules.

[Leo] Hey--

-Get off of that!
-[shrieking]

What did I do?

[Monk] Excuse me.

Let me try something.

[shrieking]

[shrieking]

What, he hates bald guys?

A-Adrian, what's--
What's going on?

I think
I just solved the case.

I think I know what happened
in that panic room.

It was here the whole time.
I can't believe we missed it.

-[Disher] What is it?
-Digital tape recorder.

Ian Blackburn used
to record memos to himself.

Look--

The record switch
is still in the on position.

I think it might have
recorded the murder.

Well, let's just
play it back.

No, no, we can't touch it.
It's broken.

-If we move it, we might damage the chip.
-[Monk] Right.

The FBI will be here tomorrow
with a tech crew.

It'll be safe in there
until then, right?

Uh, yes, sir.

Safer than
the Bank of England.

-Here's the key for you.
-Good deal.

Is there anything else, uh…

No, that'll do it.
Thank you very much.

All right.

When's the FBI coming?

-First thing in the morning.
-Excuse me.

I can't wait to hear
what's on that tape.

We'll finally know exactly
what happened in there.

Yep.

-[thud]
-[Sharona] Ow!

-[Monk] Sharona?
-Adrian?

[Monk] Shh! Over here!

Come here, come here.

[pats pillow] Sit down.

[whispering] Are you okay?

I'm okay.
Are you okay?

I'm okay.

[quietly] I'm okay, too.

[whispering]
I think we're all really okay.

By the way,
I found your monkey.

Oh, God,
I'm sorry about that.

Look, I'll help you
clean it up.

Nah, I'll be fine.

[louder] I've got 17 maids
in there working on it.

Shh! He's going to hear us.
We're on a stakeout.

Look, so--
So what's going on?

They let me out, but they didn't
tell me anything.

You were right
about the chimp.

He wasn't involved at all.

You were right
about Chloe, too.

She had a lover.
They were in on it together.

They killed
her husband.

Now, are you sure?

There was a witness.

Your new boyfriend Darwin.

Actually,
Darwin solved the case.

Yesterday at my apartment,

my landlord came in--
Darwin went berserk.

Then I remembered
he acted the same way

-on Monday…
-We're from Animal Control.

…when he saw
the animal control officer.

[Darwin shrieking]

The two men
have something in common.

They're both bald.

[Sharona] Bald.

Darwin is afraid
of bald men.

Why wouldn't he be?

Ian Blackburn
was killed by a bald man,

and Darwin saw it happen.

A bald man--
the security guy. Kurt Wolff.

The man who built
the panic room.

When he installed it,

he built
a secret crawl space.

It goes from the basement
to the panic room.

There's a secret panel
behind the furnace.

We found it last night.
Excuse me,

would you stop
pointing that in my face?

-But you're talking.
-You can hear me talking.

You don't need to see me talking.
You know it's me.

[Stottlemeyer] Thank you.

[Sharona] He needs
to see you.

[Stottlemeyer scoffs]
Okay, fine.

So why?

Love and money--

the oldest motive in the world.

Chloe met Wolff
when he was doing security for her,

and they hooked up,
as the kids would say.

The divorce would have
cost her $10 million.

So they were planning this
for, like, a year?

Exactly. Kurt didn't
build the panic room

to protect Ian Blackburn.

He built it to kill him.

The plan was to make it look
like a suicide.

[Monk] It was
a brilliant plan.

That night, Wolff snuck
into the panic room.

He set the test alarm button,
so the alarm rang,

-but only inside the house.
-[alarm bell ringing]

That's how he lured Ian
into the panic room.

The plan was for Ian
to be found dead

the next day
in a locked room.

[Stottlemeyer] Everybody would think
that he killed himself.

There would be
no other explanation.

It was a perfect plan.

Not quite perfect.

They didn't count
on one thing.

Darwin.

[Stottlemeyer] Darwin must have grabbed
for the gun, and there was a struggle.

-[shrieking]
-[grunts]

[Monk] Ian was shot four times,

twice in the back.

[Stottlemeyer] Their suicide story
wasn't going to fly.

[Sharona]
So they framed Darwin.

[Monk] Well, it was
a long shot,

but what else
could he do?

Of course,
now he had to explain

what Ian was doing
in the panic room,

so as he left,

he broke a window

to make it look like
a burglar had tried to get in.

And that's how we found it.

Broken window,

killer monkey.

Can we prove it?

That's why we're here.

Shh. He's here.

He took the bait.

He's in the basement.

He just climbed
into the crawl space.

[Stottlemeyer] Okay.

It's showtime.

[Stottlemeyer]
What took you so long?

Were you looking for this?

You shouldn't have bothered.
We already played it.

There's nothing on it.

Ah, this is all going
to go bad.

Would you excuse me?

You're under arrest,
Mr. Wolff,

for the murder
of Ian Blackburn.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you do not remain silent,
what you say can…

[Disher continues indistinctly]

[dogs barking]

Oh. Can we--
Can we go now?

-[Sharona gasps] Hey, Darwin, hey.
-[Benjy] Hey, Darwin. Hey, buddy.

How you doing?
You remember us?

Oh, he asks
about you all the time.

[Sharona] Really?
Is he doing good?

He's fine
as long as I keep my hat on.

He still doesn't like
guys who are B-A-L-D.

Bald.

[Benjy] So what's going
to happen to him?

Well, he's off
to the San Francisco Zoo,

where he's going
to be treated like a prince.

They say you can
come visit anytime you want.

[man] You, Benjy, and Mr. Monk
have a lifetime pass.

-Oh, a lifetime pass to the zoo.
-[Sharona] Thank you.

Your mom's a hero.

[gasps]

Is this for me?
Is that for me?

-[woman] He's saying thank you.
-Yeah, that's okay. We have to go.

Mr. Monk, he's trying
to say something to you.

Yeah, that's okay.
We got to go.

No, no, no, no.

[Sharona chuckles]

-[all exclaim]
-[Monk groans]

Wipe. Wipe, wipe. God.

-Worse than jail goo.
-[Sharona] So cute. Look at him.

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