All language subtitles for Monk_S03E15_Mr. Monk and the Election.English (CC)

[mellow music playing]

[woman] Hello, I'm calling
on behalf of Natalie Teeger,

who's running
for the school board in your district.

Are you registered to vote?

[woman 2] Oh, my goodness.

I just love that sign in the window.

W-who made the sign, do you know?

-Her daughter.
-Oh, it's so colorful.

Where should I put these?

-I don't know.
-Oh, well…

[Natalie] You know, I've never run
for anything in my life,

but I just got so angry.

My daughter Julie
goes to Ashton, and I love it.

It is such a wonderful school.
But they wanna close it

and consolidate it with the high school,
which would be such a huge mistake…

[man] This copier…

Could you excuse me for one second?
I'll be right back.

Just one second.

All right, tell me something good.

You know, this company Tazarr
went out of business,

which is a good thing.

Where did you get it?

Uh, at a police auction.
They just delivered it this morning.

I got the fax machine
and the computer there too.

-They don't work either.
-Well, you get what you pay for.

Here's your problem.
Primary feeder is jammed.

There's something in there.
I can't get to it.

See? It's locked.

Did they give you a key for this?

Oh, yeah, I think so. Let me check.

Ooh, vote Teeger!

[small laugh]

[woman] Hello.
I'm with the Fairfield Eagle.

We're doing a story on the election.

Why did you decide to volunteer?

I'm not a volunteer.

-I'm her boss.
-[gasps]

That's an interesting angle.

Not every boss
would allow his employee time off

to run for office.

Well, I didn't have a choice.

She just said she was doing it.

Got it!

Now, what do you think is the most
important issue in this campaign?

For me,
there's really only one issue here.

If Natalie wins…

who will take care of me?

No, I'm asking you.

Who?

[reporter laughs lightly]

Do you know? No.

No, sorry.

Not even close.

Ugh! Can't you just break it open?

I only need it for five days.
The election's on Tuesday.

[intense music playing]

[gunshot]

-[gunshot and shouting]
-[man] A gun! A gun!

[woman] Look out! Look out!

[gunshots]

[Monk] Natalie, get down!

[woman screams]

["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'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 ♪

-[sirens wailing]
-[indistinct police radio chatter]

[tense music playing]

[car horn honks]

Hey, Monk.

I got you. I got you.

All right.

-How's Natalie doing?
-S-she's scared to death.

So the security guard…

Yeah, wrong place, wrong time.

Hmm, where was the shooter?

Right over here.

You can kind of see
an impression in the tar paper, but…

-[sighs]
-Well, how are the footprints?

Unusable.

The witnesses are all over the map too.

Some say they heard five shots,
some say nine.

Fourteen. There were fourteen shots.

You sure? Of course you're sure.

How did they come?
Were they evenly spaced?

Bang.

Bang bang.

Bang.

-Bang bang bang bang.
-Rapid fire, semi-automatic.

-We haven't found any shells.
-Bang bang bang.

-Guy did a pretty good cleanup job.
-Bang.

Well, maybe he's done this before.

Monk, what do you got?

Well, the…

The roof slants
at a weird angle right here.

Do you have a bullet?

[suspenseful music playing]

He missed one.

It's a 7.62.

AK?

Yeah, Kalashnikov.

Russian, that's something.

Call Grooms at the bureau, and ATF.

Maybe they have an idea.

Captain, we found something.
You might wanna check it out.

What you got?

Looks like a note.

"Natalie Teeger must withdraw."

Son of a bitch. He was after Natalie.

That doesn't make sense.
Just a school board election.

I mean, who cares?

He spelled her name wrong.

He was probably in a rush.

I don't think so.

Looks like he took his time.

He dotted all the i's, crossed the t's.

-He spells her name wrong.
-Whatever. Motive.

Motive, motive.

Let's start with the obvious.
Who's running against her?

Yeah, I've got it right here.

Harold J. Krenshaw.

You gotta be kidding. Harold J. Krenshaw?

He's running for school board?

-You know him?
-He's a patient of Dr. Kroger's.

I met him in the waiting room.
This guy has got some serious problems.

He drives everybody he meets crazy.

I mean, he's…

He's just…

[Stottlemeyer] Nobody is accusing
anybody of anything here.

This is just a friendly conversation.

In fact…

I bought some donuts.

Mr. Krenshaw,

do you know why you're here?

Well, it's pretty obvious.

I'm running for school board
against Natalie Teeger,

and somebody took a shot at her.

A security guard was killed.

I heard about that.

I'm sorry.

Do you own a gun, Mr. Krenshaw?

Yes, I do.

My father was a…

a hunter.

He bought me a Remington rifle
when I was a kid.

-[Stottlemeyer] Just the Remington?
-That's right.

Are you a good shot?

I'm an exceptional shot.

Ms. Teeger has decided to drop out of the…

Out of the race.

How do you feel about that?

Well, it doesn't matter.
She couldn't win anyway.

Why?

That school needs to be closed.
Everybody knows it.

I'd be happy to take
a polygraph test if you want.

What are you… what are you doing?

I'm eating a donut. It's food.

Why that one?

-Because I like the coconut.
-Now you have to eat a sugar one.

Don't want a sugar one.

Or you could take… three more coconuts

and two chocolate.

Or one coconut and two glazed.

Or he could just eat all of them.
That would be easier.

-That's a good idea.
-Probably be easiest.

-Yeah.
-Or I could do this.

There.

Now there's one donut.

One big damn donut.

[light thump]

-You see what you did?
-Can we get back to this?

Mr. Krenshaw, where were you
at 10:30 this morning?

I was at Dr. Kroger's office.

I had my-my appointment.

Your appointment ends at ten o'clock.

It was a double session.

Dr. Kroger doesn't do
double sessions anymore.

I'm just telling you.

He made an exception for me.

If you don't believe me, call him.

-Do you want his beeper number?
-I have his beeper number, okay?

Well, if that doesn't work,
then try his cell phone.

-He gave you his cell phone number?
-Mm-hmm.

That's a lie. He's lying, Captain.

-Mm.
-Dr. Kroger…

…would never give anybody
his cell phone number, ever. Not ever.

Monk, I really don't care.

-I've been to his home.
-Have you no shame?

Excuse me!

A man died today.

I met his daughter.

Liar. Liar!

Are you seeing this?

Kindergarten playground in there.

Captain, Captain…

That's not me, is it? Am I him?

Just tell me. Am I-- am I that guy?

-Am I-- am I that far gone?
-Relax, Monk.

You are completely different.

You put the chocolate donuts
in the middle, which makes perfect sense,

because that way,
the different groups are together.

Exactly! That's all I'm saying.

And he put the chocolate donuts
on either end, which just isn't as good,

because that way,
they're-they're separated.

-Hello?
-No comparison.

I told you, he will…
he will drive you crazy.

So is he the guy?

No. I wish he was, but he's not the guy.

He never would have misspelled
Natalie's name on the note.

How do you know?

Because… because I wouldn't.

Well, let's do
the polygraph test anyway, to be sure.

Right.

Wow. What's he doing now?

What's this?

Oh, my God. [whispers] Oh, my God.

Not vertically. Not vertically.
Be right back.

[quirky music playing]

-You hungry?
-Yeah.

-Let's get something to eat.
-What about them?

They'll be fine.

Yep.

Ow! Sss…

I'm-I'm glad you're quitting.

Really, it's just a stupid election.

I mean, it's not worth
getting killed over. Right?

Besides… you can run again
in another four years.

Right? Mom?

[gentle music playing]

-What are you guys doing?
-Uh, well, we're packin' everything up.

Put it back. Come on. Let's get to work.

We have an election to win.

I'm Natalie. Please vote for me.

Hi. Natalie Teeger,
running for school board.

-[Stottlemeyer] Ms. Teeger!
-Hi, my name's Natalie Teeger.

-Hi.
-Hey, Ms. Teeger.

-What are you doing?
-Running for office.

Hi, I'm Natalie Teeger. Thank you.

I thought that you
had dropped out of the race.

-Changed my mind.
-Why?

I have my reasons.

Hi.

Uh, are you registered to vote?

Who are you gonna vote for?

-It's time to wear a pin.
-Mr. Ellis.

You're scaring him.

-Okay.
-He's scaring me.

[man] Vote Teeger.
Hi, vote for Natalie Teeger.

Vote Teeger. Hi, vote for Natalie Teeger.

-Where did you find them?
-They heard about the shooting

-and wanted to help.
-I can't protect you out here.

There are too many rooftops.
Too many windows.

That's a risk I'm willing to take.
Thank you.

You have to think about Julie.

I am thinking about Julie, Mr. Monk.
More than you know.

She won't listen to me.

-Did you talk to Harold Krenshaw?
-We don't think Mr. Krenshaw's involved.

His alibi's airtight,
and he just passed a polygraph.

We're working with ATF
to track down the weapon.

In the meantime, Ms. Teeger,

I need for you to cancel
all public appearances.

I can't do that.

Okay.

We need to sweep the campaign office
for explosives every morning.

-Yes, sir.
-I want a lockdown--

two uniforms, around the clock,
even when she's not there.

[Disher] Yes, sir.

[Stottlemeyer]
And I'm assigning you a bodyguard.

Lieutenant… thank you for volunteering.

-He's my bodyguard?
-Twenty-four/seven.

I'm still not dropping out.

That's not my job.

It is now.

[children playing]

[Disher] All clear.

[Monk] Is Julie here today?

No, she's with my parents
until you guys figure out

-what the hell's going on.
-Okay, Natalie, if this school closes,

who would benefit?

-Would they sell the building?
-No, the city would keep it

and use it for special education classes.

That doesn't make any sense.

I mean, there is no motive.

I-I know.
There are 14 other members on the board.

Most of them agree with me.

What, is this maniac
gonna kill off the whole school board?

Oh!

Yo!

Ms. Teeger!

Please don't do that.

-What?
-Walk away without telling me.

-I went five feet.
-Still, it's protocol.

[student] Ow!

I don't think
this was about the school at all.

I can't stop thinking about that note

and how he misspelled your name.

What do you think it means?

I don't know.

But it's important.

[Natalie] Huh. Brings back memories, huh?

[Monk] Yeah.

But what are you gonna do?

I used to love tetherball.

[Monk] It wasn't really my game.

[Natalie] What was your game, Mr. Monk?

Keep Away.

I played a lot of Keep Away.

Keep Away?

I was usually the jumper.
That was my position.

It was good exercise too.

Always moving around. Cardiovascular.

Jump.

Oh, now, now, now!

Ohh, this kid's timing's way off.

It's all about timing.

-[boy crying]
-Yeah.

Now he's crying?

I usually started crying a lot earlier.

But everybody's got a different style.

You played this a lot?

All through high school.

Some college.

Got pretty good at it.

The secret to Keep Away
is you have to have

a lot of other hats at home…

And not get too attached to any of them.

It was a good match.

Oh, honey, I can't, not tonight.

I have a big debate tomorrow.
I have to go home and practice.

I know. I miss you too.

I love you, angel.

You be good for Grandma and Grandpa, okay?

All right, bye.

Mr. Monk, please.

A little help?

Hi. Hello.

Can I help?

Of course you can.

The more the merrier.

Here you go.

You take a flyer,

you fold it up,

in the envelope… and seal it.

There you go.

[quirky music playing]

There's five.

Ah.

Hey, Karen!

Hey, Donna. Hey, Lee John.

Who's hungry? I have homemade lasagna!

A little fuel to keep us going!

Mr. Monk, you hungry?

-An army marches on its stomach.
-Uh, no, no, thank you.

Herr General, eat!

Keep your strength up!
You've got a big debate tomorrow.

Excuse me.

Think I better try this.

A little too much oregano,
but it's not poison.

That's what every cook likes to hear.

[laughs]

[clears throat] Listen, Natalie, do you
want me to get this copier outta here?

I could take it to the junkyard for you.

I got a buddy with a truck.

Thank you, Jack.

But I got the repair guy coming
back tomorrow to check it out.

Besides, makes a hell of a buffet, right?

[man] Ms. Teeger, you have a phone call.

[light music playing]

No, don't put me on hold!

Natalie, do you still have
the poster that Julie made?

The one that was above the door?

Yeah, I think it's behind those boxes.

It was missing an "R."

I found it over there.

Oh, must have fallen off
when she was putting it up.

The sniper…

didn't know her name.

That's why he misspelled it.

So all he knew was…

what he saw on this poster.

What does it mean?

Well, it means

the note he left was just a diversion.

This wasn't about you at all.

All right, this'll be the podium.

Uh, Lieutenant, do you have the questions?

Yeah.

All right, let's get started.

Mr. Monk, you will be the moderator.

You will come right over here.

He had to be shooting at somebody.

So why was he trying to scare you?

-You said it was a diversion.
-But a diversion from what?

-It doesn't make any sense.
-I can't worry about that.

I have a debate tomorrow.
I have to practice.

-Sorry.
-Sorry.

Okay.

Hello, welcome to… the debate.

I'll be your moderator.
Who has the first question?

Lieutenant.

Ms. Teeger…

"Why should the entire community
pay to keep Ashton Junior High open?"

-Ms. Teeger, you have 30 seconds.
-That's a very good question.

It's true that closing Ashton Junior High

-would save the taxpayers money.
-[counting]

But it would cost a dollar twenty…
What are you doing?

Twenty-two… I don't have a stopwatch.

Twenty, nineteen…

Mr. Monk, I can't concentrate.

Seventeen, sixteen…

-Fourteen, thirteen…
-Which would more than offset--

-Please stop.
-Twelve.

Just stop counting!

Thank you.

Could you repeat the question?

-Ms. Teeger--
-[bell dings]

-Time's up.
-Come on.

-Ah!
-Ohh!

Ms. Teeger, are you all right?

I'm fine.

[Disher] It's a grenade. Get rid of it!

[suspenseful music playing]

[water dripping]

You all right?

Yeah.

Disher told me

that you put the grenade
in the refrigerator.

-Yeah.
-And then he said you went back

and opened it again.

You just had to straighten
something out, didn't you?

I'm gonna ask the mayor
to give you a medal for what you did.

And then I'm gonna ask the mayor
to take that medal back.

Because you just had to open
that door, didn't you?

-So it's a wash?
-Yeah, it's a wash.

Captain, that grenade…

had Russian markings.

I know. We found a piece of it.

It was made in Chechnya.

This guy must be very well-connected.

Whoever he is,
you must be making him nervous.

-How's Natalie?
-She's fine.

But you gotta talk to her, Monk.

She still won't quit. Even after this.

-[sniffling]
-[knock on door]

[Monk] Natalie, it's me.

[sniffles] Come in.

I'm not quitting.

Natalie, look.
We-we don't know who this guy is.

-We don't know what's going on…
-Figure it out, Mr. Brilliant Detective.

Figure it out, because I'm not quitting.

-I can't quit.
-Of course you can.

[gentle music playing]

I see.

You can't quit.

Because Mitch was a hero.

You don't understand.

I can't quit because Mitch wasn't a hero.

[sniffling]

Close the door.

What I'm about to tell you dies with you.

Do you understand?

Okay.

My husband and two crew members

were shot down over Kosovo in 1998.

They crash-landed behind enemy lines.

Mitch didn't make it out.

But they rescued the other crew members.

And when they got back, they said…

they said he panicked.

They said… that after the crash…

he ran off with the radio

and all their supplies.

They said he was a coward.

My God.

And the Navy can't prove
their version of the story.

But it's in the record.

It's in a file somewhere.

-Natalie…
-I don't know what the real story is.

All I know…

is someday Julie's gonna start
asking questions about her father.

He's not here.

But I'm here.

I'm all she has.

I can't be a coward too.

Hello. Welcome to
the Fifth District School Board debate.

We're all aware of the controversy
and tragedy surrounding this election.

But tonight, we're gonna try to rise
above all that and focus on the issues.

I'm going to ask our two candidates
to make a brief opening statement.

Natalie, why don't you go first?

[light applause]

Uh, good evening.

I'm Natalie Teeger,

and I'm running
for school board for one reason:

to save my daughter's school.

As a mother, I know you can't put
a price on a good education.

-And if we don't invest…
-Hi, Monk.

-Jack.
-What are you doing?

[Monk] Oh, well, I, uh,

I have a question.

-Cool! Give 'em hell, man.
-Yeah.

Hey, check this out.
I designed a new flyer for the campaign.

We could hang them up
tomorrow near the polls.

-Okay, great. Thanks.
-I will work with all of you

to make this school
and the entire system work even better.

Thank you.

[light applause]

Next, we'll hear from her opponent,
Mr. Harold Krenshaw.

Hello. I'm Harold Krenshaw.

[silence]

You all know me. You know where I stand.

-[feedback whine]
-Reduce the budget,

lower taxes.

If that means consolidating
a few of our schools,

then that's what we have to do.

Yeah.

[scattered applause]

Okay, who has the first question?

Please state your name.

My name is Adrian Monk.

Uh, my question is for Mr. Krenshaw.

Mr. Krenshaw, during this campaign
you've made a number of statements.

I wonder if you might
be able to substantiate

one of those statements for us right now.

You said that you have been
to Dr. Kroger's house.

Oh, God.

That's right.

In fact, I believe you said that you had
Christmas dinner with him last year.

Yeah.

But Dr. Kroger is Jewish.

He doesn't celebrate Christmas.

Does he, Mr. Krenshaw?

His first wife Alisha was Jewish.

But Madeline, his fiancée,
is Irish Catholic.

They celebrate both.

[light, edgy music playing]

His fiancée?

Yeah.

I introduced them.

That is a lie.

Dr. Kroger never said
anything to me about a fiancée.

Let me repeat that for you.

Dr. Kroger never said
anything to me about a fiancée.

Go to hell, Monk!

-Y-you go to hell.
-You go to hell.

-You!
-You!

[emcee] Okay, thank you.

Natalie, you have 30 seconds for rebuttal.

[Natalie] Oh. I don't know
where Dr. Kroger is this evening,

but… our prayers are with him.

[chuckles]

Monk, what's going on?

-Did you see that?
-See what?

That guy-- Whitman.
He got to the door, then he stopped.

He's done time.

In prison, you never open your own door.

They open them for you,
and after a while, it becomes a habit.

-He must have just been released.
-Okay, so he's done time.

Look, he just handed me this.
Look how it's folded.

Four corners to the center,
then in half, and half again.

In my whole life, I've only ever seen
one piece of paper folded like this.

Sniper's note.

He's the guy.

Well, why? What's he after?

I don't know.

But he's the guy?

Oh, yeah.

Don't you ever get tired of being right?

I do feel tired.

More fatigued, really.

-I don't know if it's from being right--
-It was a rhetorical question, Monk.

Could be on to something here.

Jack Whitman.

He's been sent up twice.

First time, for mail fraud
and receiving stolen property.

Lately, he's been importing rugs.

Rugs?

Yeah, rugs from places
like Chechnya, Uzbekistan.

Sound familiar?

The shell casing and the grenade.

The feds think
that he's a major arms dealer.

They raided his office six months ago.
They came up empty-handed.

No guns, no nothing, no paper trail.

All they could get him on was tax evasion.

He did five months.
He just got out last Wednesday.

And two days later he's on a roof
taking shots at Natalie.

Then he joins her campaign.

And then he tries to take you out?

What's he after?

I'm not gonna wait to find out.

-Let's go get him.
-Oh, I can't go.

You're on your own.

Natalie's waiting for me downstairs.
I have to go vote.

Well, good. You're doing your civic duty.

There's that.

Also, if I don't vote,
Natalie will… you know.

Oh.

[light music playing]

[Natalie] Here you go.

You guys voting today?

Nah.

There's a polling place around the corner,
so you don't have any excuse.

Sure we do. We don't care.

Wow. That was weird.

I've never voted for myself before.
That was-- that was really weird.

But not bad weird. Good weird.

Actually, that was kind of great weird.

-All right, let's go.
-Uh, I haven't voted yet.

-What have you been doing?
-I'm still signing in.

I'm almost done.

Booth number two.

[Natalie] What?

It's small, huh?

I know it is.

I really appreciate this, Mr. Monk.

I can't do it. Just can't.

Mr. Monk, come on.

You know what this election means to me.

Now, you can do this.

Here we go.

Here we go. Democracy in action.

Okay.

I got it.

[Monk groaning]

[phone rings]

Hello?

No, sir, he can't. He's voting.

[grunting]

[Natalie] All right, bye.

[grunting and groaning]

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

There's no air in here.

No, there's air. You can breathe.
Just… [inhales]

Lots of air.

-Ohh.
-How'd it go?

I'm not-not-not quite finished.

Just-- just gonna take
a little bit of a break.

[grunts] Just…

So many choices, huh?

Column two, Teeger.

Third name down. Teeger.

-Okay, all right. I'm going, I'm…
-Okay?

No wonder turnout is so low.

Natalie, where did you get that box?

Um, I don't know. The campaign office?

That was Jack Whitman's box, remember?

He brought it with food in it from home.

Oh, my God,
I know what Jack Whitman was after.

Have you heard if he's in custody yet?

The captain just called.
They said they can't find him.

Well, I know where he's going.
We gotta call the captain back.

Tell him to meet us
at the campaign headquarters.

-What's going on?
-Tazarr copier. Sound familiar?

The copy machine at your campaign office
used to belong to Jack Whitman.

That's what this whole thing
has been about.

The copy machine?!

Sir! Sir! We need my car!

I'm in a hurry. It's right there!

Here you go, here you go.

Ten dollars.

I don't have any cash.
I was gonna stop at the ATM.

Do you have any money?

Do you ever have any money?!

Listen, this is very important.
It's a police emergency. I need my car.

Here, take my purse as collateral.

-I can't do that.
-Oh, come on!

-Hey!
-You can't do that!

-It's an emergency!
-Yo, Shawn!

Come on, give me the keys!

-You gotta be kidding me.
-[laughing]

Hey… whoa!

-Whoo!
-Arrgh!

[Natalie] Oh, that's mature.
That's real cute.

It's Keep Away.

[laughing]

Natalie… Natalie, stop.

Y-you're just embarrassing yourself.
No offense, okay?

I'm comin' in.

Come on, get out of there.

Bring it.

Mr. Monk, come on, let's just walk!

No, there's not enough time!

Whitman's already on his way
to your campaign office.

Because the cops that were stationed there

have all been sent home.

That's why Whitman was waiting around!

Here's what happened.

Six months ago, Whitman was in his office,

minding his own business,
which, in his case,

was buying and selling illegal weapons.

[agent] ATF! Open up!

[Monk] The ATF raided the office.
Whitman managed to burn

all of the incriminating papers he had--
except for one.

[Natalie] The one in the copy machine!

[Monk] Exactly! There was something
jammed inside that machine.

A document, a receipt.

Whatever it was,
it must be pretty important.

After he was arrested,
the feds confiscated all of his equipment,

[breathless] including the copy machine.

Last week, when he got out of jail,

he learned that the copier
had been sold at the police auction.

What the hell is he talking about?

Who cares?

[Monk] The auction was open to the public.

So it wasn't hard
for Whitman to track you down.

He knew the document inside that copier

could send him to jail for life!

Somehow, Whitman had to stop
the repairman from opening it up.

He grabbed one of his guns,
ran up to the roof across the street,

and tried to take out the copier.

He figured if he shot it to hell,
you'd just throw it out.

But you never did.
That's why he volunteered.

He was waiting
for a chance to break into it.

But the cops were there around the clock.

Shoot, I almost had it.
And when I got suspicious,

he tried to kill me with that grenade.

[grunts]

Okay, I give up.

[grunts]

Damn, you are good!

Let's go.

[car starts]

I'll be back with your money!

[clattering]

Whitman, touch that gun, you're dead!

Hands on your head! Hands on your head!

[tense music playing]

Captain…

Captain, what is it?

Looks like a client list.

It's a half a dozen names.

Delivery dates.

Stinger missiles.

Rocket-propelled grenades.

This is big.

I got a friend at the bureau
who's been looking for this.

Let's go.

When did you put this together?

In the voting booth.

Thank you again for doing that, Mr. Monk.

Every vote counts.

You did vote for me, didn't you?

I think so. I don't know.
It's all kind of a blur really.

Ugh, what if I lose by one vote?

-[whooping on TV]
-[Monk] You didn't quit.

And for the record, it wasn't me.

I mean, you didn't lose by just one vote.

Yeah, I know.

You lost by a lot more than one vote.

-It was close to a landslide.
-Yes, I know. Thank you, Mr. Monk.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I feel pretty great.

We're fighters, right?

We'll be back, right?

Right.

[woman] Oh, my goodness. Oh, hey…

Everyone, it's Harold's victory speech.

[cheers and applause on TV]

Boo!

[Krenshaw on TV] There are
so many people that I want to thank.

My secret weapon--

my beautiful wife Clarissa.

I love you, honey. Thank you.

But most of all, I want to thank

my good friend and my therapist,

Dr. Charles Kroger.

Chuck, come on.

-No, come on, Chuck.
-Chuck?

Thank you.

God bless you.

You okay?

[Krenshaw] Whoo, we did it!

I'd like to go home now.

All right, let me just get my purse.

Come on, Mr. Monk. This way.

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

Did you hear that? He called him "Chuck."

[door closes]

[gentle music playing]

[theme music playing]