All language subtitles for Monk_S03E14_Mr. Monk Goes to Vegas.English (CC)

[upbeat jazzy music]

Have you seen my earring?

Why can't I just write these people
a check and stay home?

Nobody's gonna miss me.

You're not getting out of this one.

Half the people are coming
just to have their picture taken

with the great Daniel Thorn.

Besides…

You bought me this dress just for tonight.

-Remember?
-Yeah.

[both chuckle]

I really do have
impeccable taste, don't I?

-Me or the dress?
-Both.

Oh!

This thing is gonna kill you someday.

I have to wear it, darling.
It's my trademark.

And we're late,
which is my other trademark.

I'll just wear these.

[elevator bell dings]

Save me, Roberto.
How about you go to this stupid benefit?

I'll stay here.

[Roberto] I can't help you, Mr. Thorn.

Have a good evening.

[elevator bell dings]

Mr. T, your car is out front,

and I put a couple
of diet sodas in there too.

-Thank you, Lewis.
-Mr. Thorn, over here. One picture!

What is it?

Oh… do you have the tickets?

No, I thought you had them.

Oh… oh, I must have left them upstairs.

Uh, I'll go, you stay
and meet your adoring public.

All right.

Sheryl, your scarf is caught.

-[Sheryl] Ohh!
-Sheryl!

Oh, my scarf! Daniel!

-Ohh! Ohh!
-[tearing sound]

Somebody help me!

Roberto, get to the elevator.

Check on Mrs. Thorn.
It's that damn scarf again.

Just make sure she's okay.

Mr. Thorn, you better come up.

It's Mrs. Thorn…

I think she's dead.

["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 ♪

♪ 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'd 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 ♪

[phone rings]

[ringing]

-Hello?
-[Stottlemeyer] Hey, Monk! You awake?

Listen, there was
a murder here last week.

You know Daniel Thorn?

Daniel Thorn?

Daniel Thorn-- the son of a bitch
murdered his wife,

and he tried to make it look like
an accident, and I can prove it!

Monk, I solved the case!

At least, I think I did.

Hey, hey. And keep 'em coming.

Hot pants!

Have you been drinking?

Who, me? Uh, yeah, a little bit.

Listen, Monk, I need you, man.

I need you to come to Vegas.
I need a second opinion.

I'm staying at the Monticello Casino.

Uh…

Room 3473.

Vegas.

Las Vegas?

[upbeat jazzy music]

[man] ♪ There's just one place for me ♪

♪ This is it ♪

♪ Yeah, just one place to be ♪

♪ This is it ♪

♪ I'm so happy to be here ♪

♪ When I look around, it's clear ♪

♪ Yes, it's perfectly plain to see ♪

♪ There's a cream of the crop ♪

♪ This is it ♪

♪ On my list, at the top ♪

♪ This is it ♪

[guests cheering, yelling]

-[Natalie] Welcome to Sin City, Mr. Monk.
-Some kind of holiday?

Nope, it's like this 24 hours a day.

All the time.

People come from all over the world

just to give their money away.

-They look miserable.
-They are miserable.

You might be the happiest person here.

-[bells ring]
-Whoo hoo!

You all right?

This is nothing.
Wait till the tour buses show up.

-This place is gonna be packed.
-How do you know?

I lived here for two years.
I was a blackjack dealer.

I didn't know that.

I've done a lot of things
you don't know about.

Really? Like what?

Like it's none of your business.

Have you ever done hard time?

-Do you think I've done hard time?
-Maybe.

This way.

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

[pounding on door]

[groans]

[bottles clattering]

Jeez.

Where's my pants?

Hey, Randy, where's my pants?

You threw 'em out the window.

Why did I do that?

One of the girls bet you a dollar
you wouldn't.

Looks like she paid off.

-[pounding on door]
-Coming!

-[pounding continues]
-I'm coming!

Quit with the pounding!

Which one of you idiots invited Monk?

Wasn't me.

-Not me.
-Come on.

[light music]

Hey, Monk!

Natalie!

What are you doing here?

You called him.

Last night. You told him to come.

W--I called you?

You said there'd been a murder.

[laughs] What the hell
are you talking about?

Can we come in?

Yeah, come on.

Ha ha ho!

You guys have fun?

-[Stottlemeyer] I don't know.
-What's the occasion?

Larry Fennigan's bachelor party.

Sergeant Fennigan? No.

I just to talked to him last week.
He's not having a bachelor--

Uh, yeah, he must have changed his mind

at the last minute.

We tried to call you.

Hey, look--stripper left her makeup bag.

Strippers?

Uh… it's okay, Monk,

'cause me and the other married guys,

we went down the hall until she left.

[Disher] Okay.

Um, we'll meet you guys later.

I'm gonna go hit the tables.

-How's your luck?
-Great.

-Only down a couple hundred.
-Whatcha playing?

-Blackjack.
-Go next door.

The Mirage has some five dollar tables.

Five bucks? Those are kiddie tables.
I'm here to make some real money.

I got a system.

Oh! I didn't know you had a book.

-Then you can't lose.
-Come on down.

See for yourself.
You can help me count my chips.

[chuckling]

Hey, wait a minute. I called you, Monk.

-Right.
-Yeah, I ca--

I solved something.

-It was big.
-Yeah.

-You said Daniel Thorn murdered his wife.
-You said you had proof.

I did?

[Monk] Okay, this way.

Over here.

Right, this--this is where she was killed.

Does any of this look familiar?

[Stottlemeyer] I don't know.

Wait. Cap,
you're only supposed to take two of those.

"As necessary."

You don't remember anything? Nothing?

Um… I know I left the party upstairs

-at about 1:30.
-Okay, okay, were you alone?

I don't know.
I came down, I played some craps.

Lost some money.

I talked to someone.

Good! There you go. Who?

It was a man.

Or a woman.

Oh, man or a woman.
That narrows it down.

So--so it wasn't a child?

Coulda been.

I got the case file. Lieutenant Waliver
said don't make any copies,

and I have nice eyes.

"Cause of death: ligature strangulation

and a broken neck."

Waliver said you're wasting your time.

It was an accident.
She strangled on her own scarf.

Okay, let's check it out.

[ahem] Uh, excuse me. I'm sorry.

These are private elevators.
The public elevators are across the lobby.

Yeah, um… P.D.

We're just gonna look around
a little bit, okay?

Sure, sure.

Well, what's, uh, going on?

-Can I help?
-Were you on duty

the night Mrs. Thorn was--

Why, is this, like, an insurance thing?

No, this is a "we ask you some questions
and you answer" thing.

Okay, okay. But you owe me one.

Here's what happened.
They got off the elevator.

Sheryl--that's Mrs. Thorn--said,
"Do you have the tickets?"

Daniel--Mr. Thorn--checked his pockets.

No. She got back on the elevator.

Elevator doors closed,
and her scarf got caught.

You could hear her screaming from inside.

"Help me, Daniel. Help me."

That's pretty much it.
They found her upstairs.

And she was definitely alone?

Oh, yeah, I was standing right there.

I got a question.

Were you working last night at 2:00?

Oh, yes, sir.

-Was I here?
-Were you here?

Do you remember me? Did we talk?

No, sir, I've never seen you before.

Exactly. We never met.

Right. I was just testing you.
He passed. Good job.

Um, I--we're just gonna be a minute, okay?

-Okay.
-Thank you.

So it's an express.

Yeah, it goes straight
to the penthouse, nonstop.

There's an access panel.

-Can we get up there?
-Monk, we're not supposed to be here.

Let's make it quick.

-Hey, look. Thumbprint scanner.
-Yeah.

This elevator moves
for no one but Thorn or his wife.

[Stottlemeyer] Yeah. It's all here.

See? Daniel Thorn
pressed the elevator scanner

at 5:52 to come down.

And then Sheryl Thorn pressed the scanner

at 5:55, three minutes later,
to go back up in the elevator.

So it was definitely her.

Yeah, positive I.D.

What are you doing?

Well, look. It's odd.
Look at her thumb print.

It's at a weird angle.

Why would she press it like that?

I would have pressed it like that.

-Wouldn't you?
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that is weird.

What is that?

It's a fingernail.

It's dug right into the leather.

It probably broke off
when she was choking to death.

No, I don't think so.

She was too far away from the door.

What do you think?

I think you were right.

Something happened in here.

It was murder.

You know, some people thought

that we should reschedule
this groundbreaking ceremony

after what happened last week.

But I know that Sheryl
would want us here today.

And as you know, she and I were never
able to have children of our own.

So she always considered this project,

this hospital, to be her baby.

Our baby.

If, in a hundred years…

He didn't love her.

How do you know?

I know.

Or my casinos or my bestseller books.

No, it will be for this hospital.

So let's get started on this hospital.

Will somebody hold this?

-What are you doing?
-Poking around.

-You can't do that.
-I can do anything I want. I'm cute.

I want to thank everybody
for coming out here today.

So let's get this thing built, huh?

Oh, thanks. I appreciate that.

-Mr. Thorn, do you have a minute?
-Yeah, sure.

[Natalie] No, no, sir.
We don't want your autograph.

My name is Natalie Teeger.
This is Adrian Monk.

We're here with some homicide detectives
from San Francisco.

Oh, I hope you're staying
here at the Monticello.

Yes, sir, we are.

We just have some questions
about your wife and how she died.

You do?

Well, uh, we have
our own police force here, Mr. Monk,

and, uh, they've already looked into it.

If you want a copy of that report,
I can assist you with that.

Well, I-I've already seen the report, sir.

Uh… it doesn't add up.

-Oh, yeah? What doesn't add up?
-The night she died,

the two of you were going to a fundraiser
at the Baker Street Pavilion.

Yeah, that's right.
It was a fundraising concert.

For this hospital.

Right, but she forgot the tickets,

and that's why she went back upstairs.

Yeah.

These were in your pocket, sir.

Baker Street Pavilion, May 2nd.

Oh, my, but…

I didn't realize they were there.

You know, if I'd have known that,
she'd be alive here today.

We've spoken to some witnesses.

They said that you looked for the tickets.

They said that you checked your pockets.

They were mistaken!

Look, why don't you
just relax here, Mr. Monk.

Huh? You're in Las Vegas.

Do some gambling.

I'd be happy to comp you
and your friend here.

I don't gamble.

Well, then, have a drink.

Don't drink.

Well, you don't gamble, you don't drink.
You wanna know a secret?

I don't either. Ha ha ha.

You and I, we got a lot in common,
Mr. Monk.

Yes, we do. My wife was murdered too.

-Well, Sheryl wasn't murdered.
-I think she was.

We're done here.

Good-bye, Mr. Monk, Ms. Teeger.

Mr. Thorn.

[Monk] Okay, just take your time.

Does any of this look familiar?

[Stottlemeyer] Maybe that way?

Hey, there's Randy. Randy!

Randy! How you doing?

Hey, uh, I'm down.

But that's to be expected.

Money is like the tide.
It ebbs and it flows.

It's all in the book.

Right now, I'm sort of ebbing.

Uh, son, exactly how much are you ebbing?

Down 800.

But that's not including
the complimentary breakfast

and all the free drinks.

Don't panic. Don't panic.
The worst thing you can do is panic.

It's all in the book.

Hey, uh, how's the case coming?

-[Monk] Actually, we're narrowing it--
-Great, I wanna hear all about it.

-Later.
-[woman] How are you?

Julia, I'm back.

-Let's play.
-All right, there ya go.

That bar.

I've been in that bar.

Hey! There he is!

-This is the guy!
-[woman] Hey, Leland, welcome back!

I think you've been here before.

[man] Leland, how you feeling, brother?

I figured you'd be back.

You forgot this.

Everybody is still talking about it, man.

Thank you for last night.

You're welcome.

-[Monk] First place Karaoke contest?
-Karaoke?

-Do you sing?
-Apparently. [light laugh]

Look, last night is a bit of a blur.

What did I sing?

"Ain't No Sunshine."

-That's a good song.
-You made me cry.

Sing it again.

I don't think so.

Look, um…

Did anything else happen?
It's kind of important.

You did a lot of drinking.

-You were very thirsty.
-Did he talk to anybody?

Hell, he talked to everybody.

You don't remember anything?

-Um…
-Let's see, you came in around 2:00.

You sang a song, you won the trophy,

you threw up,
and you collapsed on a table over there.

-Was he alone?
-I didn't notice.

Ten minutes, you came back.

You were all excited, and you kept saying,
"I solved the case!"

Anything else?

No, sir, you just ran outside,
looking for a pay phone.

You sat at this table.
You solved the case.

Look… do you have any idea what I meant?

No.

[woman] I do.

You told me all about it.

[light jazzy music]

Um…

What exactly did I say?

I'll tell you on one condition.

Hi. Remember me?

Oh, Ms. Teeger, room 1523.

Wow, you're pretty good!
You're gonna own this place someday.

-That's the plan. Give me five years.
-[chuckles]

Listen, my friend Adrian Monk
just checked in.

Room 1525.

That's right.

Anyway, uh, he's a little peculiar.

He has to have 60-watt light bulbs
in all the lamps.

Sixty watt?
Uh, did you try guest services?

There were ten people in front of me.

Could you help me out?
I would so appreciate it.

Done. But you owe me one.

All right. [chuckles]

Is that Daniel Thorn's book?

-Yeah.
-You must be a pretty big fan, huh?

I'd say I'm more of a student.

I keep my eyes open.

You can learn more in this lobby
than you can in any business school.

I'm sure you can…

Lewis.

I bet you have some great stories.

[chuckles] Uh, well, uh…

let's just say if I wrote a book
about Thorn,

about the things I've seen,
it'd be pretty wild.

[both chuckle]

I have a perfect view
of who comes and goes.

And who comes and goes with who.

Ah, do you really?

Mm-hmm.

["Ain't No Sunshine" playing]

♪ Ain't no sunshine when she's gone ♪

♪ It's not warm when she's away ♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine when she's gone ♪

-♪ She's always gone… ♪
-Don't ask.

♪ Any time she goes away ♪

♪ Wonder this time where she's gone ♪

♪ Wonder if she's going to stay ♪

Do the dance.

You did a little dance.

♪ Ain't no sunshine when she's gone ♪

♪ She's always gone too long ♪

♪ Any time she goes away ♪

Turn around. I wanna see your tush.

♪ I know, I know, I know, I know ♪

-♪ I know, I know, I know… ♪
-Those are different pants.

Where are the jeans?

Look, lady, a deal is a deal.

I sang the song,
now tell me what I said last night.

All you said was, "They don't match."

They don't match? What doesn't match?

I don't know. You didn't say.

Wait, wait, wait. Is that it?
Is that all you've got?

Leland, sing it again.

I just love the way you sing.

Thank you.

-You were good.
-Shut up.

Daniel Thorn has a mistress.

She's a dancer at another casino.

-How do you know that?
-Lewis the bellboy told me.

He told you, just like that?

-Mm-hmm.
-Oh, that's right. You're cute.

[man] ♪ Come see me tonight ♪

♪ I know the time is right ♪

♪ For a rendezvous ♪

♪ Only me and you… ♪

-Mr. Monk, they're not naked.
-They're naked-ish.

[laughs] Well, you can't argue with that.
They are naked-ish.

Where's the captain?

He went back to get Randy
out of the casino.

He's down $4,000.

He's never gonna leave.
Nobody walks away. It's like a drug.

I used to gamble. I had a big problem.

That's why I left.

-Sir, Teresa Telenko?
-Yeah.

-Is he pointing?
-Yes, he's pointing.

-Where is he pointing?
-To a woman.

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Come see me tonight ♪

She's walking this way.

Excuse me, Ms. Telenko?

Hi, I'm Natalie Teeger.

This is Adrian Monk.

We're--we're working
with the police department,

-looking into the death of…
-Ooh!

Of Sheryl Thorn.

-Why are you telling me?
-Because you're sleeping with her husband.

Sweetie, it'll take us half a day
to check your phone records.

Okay, maybe that's true.
But that's my business.

It has nothing to do with his wife
or what happened.

Ms. Telenko, we already checked.

The night Mrs. Thorn was killed,

you called in sick.

You missed the show.

Is he blind?

Define blind.

I-I called in sick because I was sick.

I miss a lot of shows.

Would you like to see
a note from my doctor?

What happened to Sheryl Thorn
was an accident.

She was on that elevator alone,
and she choked to death.

I don't think so.

Aah! Pfft, pfft!

Look, if you're gonna
accuse me of something,

the least you can do
is look me in the eye.

Mr. Monk, come on.

Thorn killed her.

I don't know how he did it…

but he did it.

I think you knew something about it,
either before the fact or after.

Are you arresting me?

No.

Then I have a show to do. Excuse me.

Ms. Telenko!

When you talk to Mr. Thorn…

…you tell him
that I'm not going anywhere.

Tell him that he's smart, but I'm smarter.

And I am gonna figure out how he did it.

Is she still there?

-So where's your boyfriend?
-Sent him out.

Told him I needed
a special kind of shampoo.

Boy, it's like you have super powers.

It's a gift.

-And a curse?
-Nah, just a gift.

All right, we have about ten minutes.

Let me have the scarf.

[elevator bell dings]

-What are you doing?
-We're reenacting the crime.

-You're the victim.
-What if the elevator starts up?

-It'll get caught again.
-It's not gonna get caught.

-Well, then you be the victim!
-No, no, no, no, no.

Sharona was always the victim.

-Yeah, I'm sure she was.
-No, I-I can't be the victim.

I'm the detective.

I have to step back and observe the scene.

Yeah, well, I can observe stuff too.

-Like, A--this is a crime scene.
-No, no, no.

You don't know what to look for.

Okay? I mean, we have a system.

It's a good system.

There's an old saying:

Don't… change anything…

ever.

That's an old saying?

I've been saying it for years.

I know it's only two million dollars,

but two million here, four million there--

after a while
we're talking about real money.

Yeah, the answer is no!

Okay, I'm Mrs. Thorn.

W-w-wait.

-Oh, looks fantastic on you, by the way.
-All right, all right.

We walk out.

We stop. [snaps]

I forgot the tickets.

We look for the tickets.

I must have left them upstairs.

I walk back to the elevator.

I press "P," penthouse.

The doors close. The scarf gets caught.

Maybe somebody was hiding up there.

Well, that's possible.

But Mrs. Thorn
was yelling about the scarf,

not about some attacker.

Yeah.

So she's alone.

She presses her thumb.

[gasps]

Mr. Monk, oh my God! Here, I have a knife.

Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!

Oh! Here!

Almost got it. Almost got it.

-Okay. There, there!
-[gagging]

What are you doing, huh?

Do you think this is funny?

I mean, you rifle through my pockets,

and then you make a mockery of me
like this?

I just buried my wife.

We are not mocking you, Mr. Thorn.
We are trying an experiment.

I could have you arrested,
and I'm going to.

[Monk rasping]

Are you okay? Do you need some water?

[coughs]

[raspy] No, I'm okay.

I'm okay.

[rasping]

What?

[garbled rasping]… question.

Question for me? No, I'm sorry.

I'm on my way to a board meeting.

I'm already late.

[raspily] It'll only take a minute.
One [cough] one minute.

Did I do something to offend you, sir?

I mean, why don't you let this thing go?

What happened to my wife was an accident.

Ten witnesses
saw her get onto the elevator alone.

When it stopped, she was dead.

They said that--

They said--

They said your wife
was screaming for help

and that she called your name.

Yeah, that's true. That's true.

I will never forget that moment.

Well, just now,
I was being strangled by the scarf,

like your wife,
but I couldn't yell anything.

I-I couldn't even breathe.

How do you explain that, sir?

I can't explain it. Can you?

I loved my wife, Mr. Monk.

As much as you love Terri Telenko?

Yeah, I know you talked to Terri.

Virtue was not one of my virtues,

and, uh, Sheryl knew that.

She accepted it.

She realized that being married
to Daniel Thorn in this town…

…had other compensations.

Now, you--you don't have any idea
who you're dealing with, do you?

Come here, let me show you something.

The local rag

put this picture on the front page!

I asked them not to publish it,
and they ignored me.

So yesterday morning,

I bought controlling interest
in that company

so I could personally fire
that son of a bitch editor

and the photographer and the publisher.

Now, you understand?

Now, that's who you're dealing with.
I own this town.

And Ms. Teeger,
you worked at the Bellagio.

All right, so you've done your homework.

Yeah, so why don't you tell your friend

what the first rule of Vegas is.

The Golden Rule. The only rule.

The house always wins.

Always.

[elevator bell dings]

-Ah! There it is.
-It's ruined now. You cut it all up.

-I saved your life!
-You could have untied it.

Hey, Monk, Natalie.
I've been looking all over for you guys.

It's Randy. He's in way over his head.

He's lost his savings account.
He's gonna lose everything.

Hit me.

[dealer] Sorry, sir, that's a bust.

It's blackjack--you try to get
as close to 21 without going over.

Yeah, I think I've heard of that game.

It's not a game, believe me.

Hey, Lieutenant, let's go take a break.

Not now.

Hold on.

Hit me.

[dealer] Sorry, sir.

[soft edgy music]

Hit me.

-Eight.
-Hit me.

-Eleven.
-Hit me.

Sixteen.

Hit me.

Twenty-six. That's a bust.

So exactly how much are you down?

-Thirty-five.
-Thirty-five thousand dollars?

Where did you get 35 grand?

It's easy. They lend it to you.
Yeah, I'm in.

-Stay.
-No, take it. Take a card.

No, he's got an 18.
You don't hit on 18.

Well, the next card's low.
It's a three, or maybe a two.

-You counting cards?
-No… I'm remembering them.

What do you mean you're remembering them?
That's impossible.

There are eight decks in that shoe.

One card, please.

Hit him.

Take the card.

Sir?

Hit me.

I don't know what happened.

I was on fire. I couldn't lose.

I was up almost $8,000.

And then I started
doubling and tripling my bets,

just like it says in the book.

The next thing I knew…

Let me see the book, Randy.
Let me see.

Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?!

How am I gonna win my money back?

You stay there.

If you go near those tables
again without me,

I will shoot you in the leg.

Well, a very good friend of mine
has a gambling problem.

I need to do an intervention.

Maybe Randy can find a support group.

I'm talking about you, Monk.

-Me? I don't gamble.
-Yeah, that's the problem.

You should gamble.

See, you could be in there right now,
gambling, winning his money back.

You can't be serious.

Monk, the kid is 35 grand in the hole.

That is his savings account,

his car payment, and the down payment

on his mother's condominium.

I can't do it.

Yes, you can. I just saw you.

Mr. Monk, don't listen to him.

Look, just--you do that Rain Man thing.
Count a few cards.

-It'll take you an hour and a half.
-Look at me.

He has no idea what he's talking about.

Once you get a taste of it,
you will be hooked.

For sure. You will never leave.

-You won't get hooked.
-He gets hooked on everything!

He's the most compulsive
person I've ever met.

-He's like a different species!
-Thank you.

I'll be with you the whole time.

We go in there, win the 35 grand back,

and then we walk away.

Nobody walks away.
Mr. Monk, don't do it.

Mr. Monk… it's Randy.

I have to do it. It's Randy.

And then I'll walk away. I promise.

Could I have a different chip?
This one's scratched.

-It's his first time.
-No kidding.

Don't even think about it.

Fourteen.

Sixteen.

Twenty.

Twenty-five, you bust.

You hit 20?

I did?

I'm gonna need more money.

Stay. Hit me. Hit me.

Stay.

Stay. Stay.

Hit me. Hit me.

Stay.

Hit me.

Stay.

I want to raise my bets.

Hit me. Hit me.

Hit me. Hit me.

[dealer] Nicely played.

Hit me.

Stay.

Double down.

Sweet.

Stay. Hit me.

Hit me.

I'll stay.

[Natalie] How you doing?

Good. I'm up 19,400.

-I mean, how are you doing?
-[laughing] I'm good.

I'm-I'm-I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Monk, I really appreciate this.

Never gambling again
for as long as I live.

-Wanna bet?
-Thousand bucks?

Sorry.

We can't cover that.
There's a $500 limit.

[Thorn] I think we can make an exception
in Mr. Monk's case.

We're not afraid of him, are we? Nah.

You're the boss.

But first, let's make it
a little more interesting.

Why don't you add
two more decks to the shoe?

-Yes, sir.
-Mr. Monk, that's ten decks.

That's too many.

Bring it.

If you're trying to cheat me,
Mr. Monk, we'll catch you.

I got friends hiding in the ceiling.

Friends? In the ceiling?

That's right.

There's an access panel above.

I know how you did it.

I know how he did it!

He murdered his wife.

Good for him. Congratulations.

Let's play cards.

Stay. Hit me.

Here's what happened.

You and your wife
went out to that fundraiser.

She left the penthouse with you,
but she never made it downstairs.

You killed her in the elevator
on the way down.

You had less than two minutes.
That's all the time you needed.

After all, you had help.

Are you going to play or not?

Sorry. Hit me.

[Thorn] This man is delusional.

And he was discharged
from the police force six years ago.

He's not even a real cop.

Yeah, that's true. But we are.

Go on.

[Monk] That wasn't your wife in the lobby.
That was Teresa Telenko, your mistress,

in disguise.

Come on, hit me!

Stay.

Teresa was a trained actress.

Is that why you seduced her
in the first place?

I wonder.

I'll split these.

Stay.

Hit me.

-[dealer] Double down.
-Hit me.

You hoisted her up
through the access panel.

Hit me again and make it a ten.

-[player] Genius.
-What is that, 17? I'll stay.

Hit me.

Then Teresa took your wife's place
in the elevator.

You had 45 seconds.
That was plenty of time.

Hit me and… hit me.

Stay. Stay.

The elevator door opened,
and you two went into your act.

2,000, uptown and down!
Just keep it sassy.

You sure you want to do that?
You said you'd quit.

Natalie, I know what I'm doing.

When the door closed again,
Teresa started to scream your name.

-Daniel! Daniel!
-Whoa, blackjack!

I believe that's the name of the game.

Sheryl was already dead
when she pressed the glass.

[Natalie] That's why her thumb print
was upside down.

Wait!

I want to raise my bets.

You said it yourself.
You have friends hiding in the ceiling.

A perfect plan. Everybody knew

Sheryl was always catching her scarf
on something.

Nobody was surprised
when it happened.

That's a very interesting fairy tale,
Mr. Monk.

But that's all it is, a fairy tale.

There might be something
in the elevator shaft--blood, hair.

You'd need a court order to even look.

Which you're not gonna get.
Not in this town.

-So, unless you got something else…
-I did, I had it. I had proof.

-I just can't remember it.
-Doesn't matter.

You're leaving anyway. [snaps fingers]

This man here is cheating.
He's been counting cards.

-I want him and his friends out now.
-Wait, wait. Ten more minutes.

-I'm on fire. Look, double down there!
-No, no, I told you, Mr. Monk.

The house always wins.

-Hey!
-Trust me, even's better.

-No more bets.
-What the hell was--

[croupier] 33 black.

Here you go. That's for you.

Thanks.

-[Natalie] You said you'd walk away!
-I did. I walked away.

You were dragged away, Mr. Monk.

Should we call Lieutenant Waliver?

He can't do anything without proof.

That game with the dice.

-That looks like a lot of fun.
-Craps?

Yeah.
Craps, I can show you how to play that.

I got a great book. Probably still have--

Randy! Give me the money.
You'll get it back when you get home.

I'm not ten years old.

Yeah, that's true. Give me the money.

Mr. Stottlemeyer.

Here.

Groundskeeping found these…

in the bushes.

Are they yours?

Yeah, these are my pants.

Well, don't worry, sir.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Monk!

Ha!

[laughs]

This is it!

Remember I was saying
that they didn't match.

I was talking about the pictures.

Look, look, look, look.

See, that's her body, right?
She's wearing hoop earrings.

-So?
-So check this out.

Moments before she gets on the elevator…

[Natalie] Different earrings!

-Different girl.
-I'll call Waliver.

That's enough for a search warrant.

How many people read this paper?
50,000!

Nobody else caught it.

So, that means if--

if I'm drunk as a skunk,
completely plastered, I'm as smart as you?

Smarter.

They found hair and rope fiber
on top of the elevator.

With that and those photographs,

we got him.

Mr. Monk!

Daniel.

Don't go now, Mr. Monk.

This game of ours
is far from over, my friend.

I will be out by tomorrow morning.

I wouldn't bet on it.

[man] Hey, professor.

I'm playing a few hands.

Should I save you a seat?

I can't. Thanks.

-Good luck.
-Yeah.

You said you gambled?

I couldn't stop.

I was a mess.

But you walked away. How'd you do it?

I had Mitch.

How'd you do it?

I have you.

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