All language subtitles for Monk_S07E04_Mr. Monk Takes a Punch.English (CC)

[footsteps]

[doorknob jiggling]

-[doorknob turns]
-[door creaking]

[dramatic music]

[doorknob turning]

All right, home sweet home.

Hey, new poster. Huh.

What do you think?

-[boxer] He looks mad, don't he?
-Yeah.

'Cause he knows you're going home
with the championship belt.

That's why he's mad.

Come on, let's get started, huh?
Get the heart going.

[coughing]

Hey, Eddie, what the hell
are you doing here?

You been here all night?

-I must have fallen asleep back there.
-Jesus.

I hope to hell he didn't heave.
I'm not cleaning it up.

Hey, lay off Eddie.
He's my good luck charm.

Wasn't much luck five years ago.

That's ancient history, Eddie.

[beeps]

Here, man.

Here's ten bucks.

Why don't you grab yourself
some breakfast.

Something on a plate. Not in a bottle.

Thanks, champ, put it on my tab.

-I ain't the champ yet.
-Yeah, well, you will be.

And I wouldn't worry too much
about that fight next week.

He'll be sucking canvas.
I guarantee it.

You just gotta remember two things.

Lean into him.

Stay in his face.

And number two…

[screams]

["It's A Jungle Out There"
by Randy Newman]

♪ 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 ♪

Thank you for coming.

Oh, you redecorating?

It's stolen art.

There's a rumor some guy in the city
has been buying it all up.

We're supposed to keep an eye out for it.
Have a seat.

Is that why you're calling us in?

I wish.

You used to be on the track team
in high school, right?

-[Monk] Yeah.
-You still run?

-Sometimes.
-How often?

Never.

That's not very often.

-No.
-What's going on?

There is a private detective

in San Diego named Rafferty.

He works
with the homicide squad down there

as a consultant.

A couple of weeks ago,

they were chasing down some creep

and Rafferty had a heart attack.

Creep gets away.
Now Rafferty's suing the city.

The city's suing Rafferty.
It's a train wreck.

Okay.

So what does this have to do
with, you know, me?

This is from Sacramento.

It is a statewide directive.

Effective a week from Monday,

any civilian crime scene field consultant

must pass a mandatory fitness test.

Fitness test?

The California Physical Agility Test.

The candidate must run
a half a mile in four minutes

then climb ten flights of stairs,

do 20 pull-ups,

and then scale a six-foot high wall.

[scoffs] Or?

There is no "or."

There's no "or" on this page, Monk.

Either you pass this fitness test
or you can't work here anymore.

[chuckling]

[Monk grunts]

Where'd you get that suit?

Kevin Dorfman, it was a birthday gift.

I never thought
I'd get the chance to wear it.

[laughing]

What's so funny?

-[laughing]
-What's so funny?

That girl over there,
she's just doing a funny dance.

Which one?

Um, in the green sweater.
She stopped now.

-[laughs]
-What kind of dance?

I don't know.

Like, a cowboy dance,
a funny cowboy dance.

-A cowboy dance?
-[laughing] Yeah, like…

Yeah, that's not a cowboy dance.
That's more like a happy prospector.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Why was she dancing like a prospector?

I don't know, Mr. Monk.

She's from a ranch probably.

Can we just forget that now
and get back to this?

All right, come on,

I have to run a half mile in four minutes,

then I gotta climb that fence,

do some pull-ups and then
hit those stairs, right?

Right. Okay, all right. Here we go.

Here we go.

On your mark.

Get set.

Go.

Oh, God!

[groaning]

-Are you okay?
-[groans]

Don't stop the clock.

-Are you okay?
-I can do this. Don't stop it.

No. Just stay there. Just stay there.
Don't get up. Just stay there.

-[cell phone rings]
-[Monk groans]

God.

Hello.

Yeah, no, we're at the track.

[groaning]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. We're on our way.

Wait, wait, Mr. Monk,
there's been a bombing downtown.

We have to go now, okay?

So give me your hand.
Come on, come on, come on.

Here, here, here.

-One, two, three.
-[grunts]

Okay.

Well, we found the detonator.

It's called a tumbler switch.

It's what they use in airbags.
It's motion sensitive.

It's actually pretty sophisticated.

The bomb was meant for me.

[Stottlemeyer] Yes, sir.

Your schedule's well-known.

You're always the first one here.

The killer figured
you'd be the one hitting that bag.

Mr. Regis-- Ray-- Machine?

Do you have any enemies?

Or have you received any threats lately?

Not lately.

Five years ago when I lost the title,

it seemed like everybody wanted my head.

That was a tough night.
I thought you had him in the fifth.

Yeah. It wasn't my night.

[Disher] It's a tough racket.

I do a little boxing myself.

Light middleweight.

When did you box?

Remember the benefit
for the Police Athlete League?

Took Sergeant Mulroney in nine rounds.

TKO. Left uppercut.

Stan Mulroney? He retired 12 years ago.

We called him "pops."

That's right. He was older than me.

He was experienced. Wiley.

He had a cane.

And he used it.

-Captain.
-Yeah. Anything?

A whole lot of nothing.

He wore gloves and slippers.
This guy is a ghost.

This the bag?

What's left of it.

The thread.

Sir?

When the killer put the bomb
back in the bag, he sewed it up,

and he licked that thread.

You see it's all twisted up.

There should be DNA all over that.

I'll check it out.

Can we start packing up?

No, let's wait for Monk.
He should be here in a minute.

All right.

Adrian Monk, the detective?
He's supposed to be the best.

Best of the best.

He's kinda like a superhero.

[chuckles] He's good,
but I wouldn't call him a superhero.

[Monk groaning]

I guess I stand corrected.

Looks like a big plum.

How'd it go?

It went good.
You know, it was our first day.

So we're just warming up,
but he's gonna do great.

Nah, I went about 30 yards.

Did you hit a wall?

I wish I had.

It woulda knocked me unconscious.

Adrian Monk, Ray "The Machine" Regis.

This is his manager, Louie Flynn.

Mr. Monk, it's an honor.

When I heard you were coming,
I said to myself,

"Okay, we're gonna be okay.
We're in good hands."

'Cause this guy will find Eddie's killer.

He's like me. He's a fighter.
He'll never give up.

This is my last case.

This is not your last case.

You weren't there.

He looks like a big, sad plum.

A half mile in four minutes.

No, no, no. That's part of it.

And it can't be done.

-Yeah, people do it every day.
-Mm. Not people my age.

That's not true.

Not people my age with my body.

[groans]

I knew I was getting old,
but when did I get too old?

Adrian, I think you're being
a little too hard on yourself.

I mean, you haven't run
in, what, 30 years?

[groans] It doesn't matter.

[groans louder] I can't do it.

Last night, I made a decision.

I quit. It's over.

I just-- I'm giving up.

-Just like that?
-Mm-hmm.

-You're giving up being a detective?
-Mm-hmm.

And any chance you'll ever have
of being reinstated?

[whimpers]

Adrian, we haven't known
each other very long.

But I'm a pretty good judge of character.

And I know one thing for sure.
You're no quitter.

Then how do you explain this?

I quit.

All right, what would you do?
How would you pay the rent?

Welfare.

Welfare? That's your plan, huh?

What about Natalie?
She's been depending on you.

What would she do?

Welfare.

We can be welfare buddies.

Adrian, quitting is a terrible habit.

It's like a drug.

Once you start,
it's almost impossible to stop.

I'm not even sure
you're eligible for welfare.

You have to meet certain criteria.

Do I have to run
half a mile in four minutes?

No.

Then I'll be fine.

Here you go.

Great! It's a nice mug.

Yeah, it's from my daughter.

But that mug is a lie.
I wasn't the "world's greatest dad."

She was the world's greatest daughter,
you know.

Rebecca.

She died five years ago.

-Oh, I'm sorry.
-Yeah.

Well, life goes on. And on, and on.

[laughs]

Hey, where's your lady friend?

Oh, she's picking up her kid.

[Disher] Mr. Flynn?

Have you ever seen this man?

Mm-mm. No.

We found some DNA for Charles Bach.

-Ooh.
-Bach?

They call him The Iceman.

Ooh. That doesn't sound good.

[Disher] Well, actually it suits him.
He's a professional hitman.

The FBI thinks he's killed 14 people.

[Stottlemeyer] It means that somebody
with some very deep pockets

has put a contract out on your boy.

Now, you said you and Ray
don't have any enemies.

Do you want to amend that statement?

Nope. Mm-mm. Nope.

[Disher] you know the Marino family,
Mr. Flynn?

Frankie Marino?

Yeah, just from the newspapers.

Well, The Iceman used to work for him.

You don't happen to owe Frank Marino

or anybody on his crew
any money by any chance?

Hell, no!

We are clean. Ray is the clean machine.

You might want to think about that, Lou,

because this guy's not gonna stop.

He's a machine too.

We think he's gonna try again.
We're thinking Friday night.

You mean, during a fight?

It would make sense.
We cannot protect him in the ring.

Are you telling me to cancel the fight?!

Forget about it!

We've been fighting five years
for another shot at the title!

Ray is doing his job.

Why the hell can't you do yours?

Monk, do you have anything?

No, I'm good.

What's this?

Come here a minute.

Come here.

I just have a couple more questions.

Over here.

Okay.

What is this?

Application.

Monk, you're not going on welfare.

If you go on welfare, I will shoot you.

-Good. I'll get more money, won't I?
-Why?

Because you're out of breath,
your knees ache?

So that's it, huh?

After all these years,
you're just gonna walk away.

Give up.

What would Trudy say?

No, let me rephrase that.

What is Trudy saying?

When I'm in the ring,
people expect me to sweat.

But here at home, I'm supposed to be cool.

And sophisticated.

Thank you, Hobbs.

So I use Max Deodorant.

To give BO a KO.

It's still a little garbled.
Let's take that last line again, hmm?

[beeping]

So I use Max Deodorant.

The KO on my BO.

Aah, sorry, sorry.

[laughs]

I'm not used to all these words!

Usually I let my hands do the talking.

Mr. M, what you doing here?

Ray, we have to talk.

He's a little busy right now.

This spot has to be on the air
by September 1st.

This is all Louie's idea.

He said we should
cash in now while we can.

Yeah. Uh, it's important.

-Can you give us a minute?
-[sighs] Okay, fine.

I guess we need a break anyway.

-[man] What the heck is going on?
-Hey, hey.

I can't believe
you're watching this again.

Ah, this is a busted take.

We kept the camera rolling.

[Monk] Who's that guy?

He owns the house. That's his old lady.

She forgot to tell him
we were going to shoot there.

He came home, went postal.

Kept shouting, threatening everybody.

I wouldn't want to go
12 rounds with that dude.

Okay, playtime's over.

We'll be back in 10.

What's this?

You threw the fight, Ray.

Five years ago, the title fight.

[laughs] Come on, man.

You hear stories all the time.

I had Natalie's daughter
do some research for me,

on the world wide internet computer web.

Don't worry,
I didn't tell her what it was for.

-What--
-See?

There's Louie Flynn. See?

And there he is again.

He's always wearing the same cross.

Okay, so his mother gave him
that cross.

-He said it was blessed by the Pope.
-Mm-hmm. And he has a habit.

He tucks it under his shirt
whenever he's lying.

Here's the title fight.
You see, he's tucked it away.

Like he's ashamed of himself.

That doesn't prove anything. Does it?

No.

No. But this does.

-This is from what they call a website.
-[exhales]

It's from a Swiss medical journal.

Right after the title fight,

Louie's daughter flew to Geneva

to have a series
of experimental operations.

Cost over $2 million.

So where did he get all that money, Ray?

'Cause your share of the purse
wouldn't have covered it.

You and Louie bet against yourselves.

And then you threw the fight.

Right?

She was dying.

This was her only chance.

She was so young.

[somber music]

The mob must have lost
a fortune on that fight.

If I could figure this out,

it's possible that they did too.

And that's why they tried to kill you.

This is all my fault.

What happened to Eddie.

I was just hoping this Friday if I won…

that I'd prove something.

At least to myself.

They won't let me fight now, right?

-So my life is over.
-Maybe not.

I still haven't told anyone about this,
not even Natalie.

Why not?

I thought about it. [sighs]

You've been punishing yourself
for five years.

Maybe that's punishment enough.

Thank you, Mr. Monk.
You're like an angel.

[Monk groans]

-If there's anything I can do for you…
-[groans] Well…

well, now that you mention it…

There is something.

[male voice] Don't tell me to relax.
He's supposed to be dead by now.

He is dead. He just doesn't know it.

You understand?
The clock is ticking on this.

I told you it's under control.

He won't finish the fight.

Just make sure my money's ready.

[beeps]

[banging on door]

-What?
-[banging continues]

[Ray] Hello, Mr. Monk, it's time.

Ray?

-Are you all right?
-You wanted my help, remember.

Quid pro quo!

Quid what what what?

Pro quo!

I owe you, brother.

You gave me a second chance.
Now I'm giving you one.

You're gonna pass that physical next week.

-I guarantee it.
-No, no. I didn't mean--

Here's the thing.

This is my first quid pro quo.

I didn't know they started this early.

Oh, it ain't early. It's 5:00 a.m.
Took the whole day off.

Told Louie I had to clear my head.

You know, after everything
that's happened.

Drink up.

-What is it?
-Don't ask.

Okay, but what is it?

It's called Go Juice.

Louie invented it 20 years ago.

It's got every juice and herb
you can think of all mixed together.

Makes you go!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

You're giving me a laxative?

When I say go, I mean like the wind.

Like the beast you were.
And will be again.

You're a beast. What are you?

[weakly] A beast.

What are you?!

-[louder] I'm a beast.
-Let's do this!

Take it. Yeah.

-[groans]
-Oh, yeah. Hurts so good.

That's it.

That's it. Like a beast.

[inspirational music]

Come on. Do some clapping.

Like that.

Let's get up there. Let's get there.
Pick it up. There you go.

Nice! Nice! You're doing great.

That's it. Get down. There you go!

Come on.

Where you at? Where you at?

There you go… [indistinct]

There you go. Come on, come on.
Where you at?

[grunts]

[straining]

That's it. That's it.
Look at your balance.

Uh-huh.
I got you, we got you, we got you.

Keep those knees up! Knees up!
[breathing heavily]

Do it. Let me see you work.

Let me see the beast.

The beast is in you. Faster!

Faster, Monk. Come on now.

I know you got it. You gotta dig deep.

Do you want it? Do you want it?

-Do you want it?
-Yes.

Let me see-- There he is.
Let me see you work.

Yeah! Looking good. The beast is in you.

Let me see that beast.
Where's the beast?

Oh, is that the beast face?
Look at the beast face.

Oh, you're a bad man! You're a bad man!

[knocking on truck]

Hello.

I'm looking for Frankie.

Who are you?

Johnny, it's okay.
The captain and I are old friends.

Friends is a funny word.

I'm looking for Charles Bach.

-Bach?
-The Iceman?

He was on your payroll for 10 years?

You wearing a wire, Lieutenant?

How about you?

-No.
-Okay.

Let's talk.

Why did I just get undressed?

I don't know, Randy.

Everyone in the room
is wondering the same thing.

I haven't seen Charles in three years.

Not since my trial.

I heard he went freelance.

Is this about the fireworks
at Louie's gym?

That's right.

There's a contract out on Ray Regis.

There was a lot of money in play
the last time he fought.

Some of it yours.

Frankie, you've been known
to hold a grudge.

Not this time.

There was some talk on the street
the fight might end prematurely.

We moved some money around.
Adjusted the odds.

It was actually one of the biggest paydays
we ever had.

I got no beef with Ray Regis.

I am trying to save the kid's life.

I don't know very much.

Somebody was shopping a contract.

I don't know who, but it was serious.

He wanted it done by the end of the month.

By the end of the month?

The fight's on Friday. That's the 25th.

Why by the end of the month?

-Weird, huh?
-Yeah, weird.

Very weird.

Get dressed, Randy.

-Ah!
-Yeah!

-Hey. How did I do?
-You finished.

That was the main thing.
You ran that whole half mile.

Yeah, but how long? How long?

Adrian, it was just a test run.
It don't really count.

Because it felt like five minutes.

Maybe six. Between five and six.

-Well--
-Twenty-seven minutes?!

That's not possible. It's not--
This thing is broken.

Well, you kept rearranging the hurdles
and touching everything.

-That stuff adds up.
-[groans]

-I'll never do it.
-Hey. Never say never.

Never say never.
That's the worst swear word there is.

You can do it and you will do it.

The beast is in you.

You'll do it when you have to do it.

When it's crunch time,

you will reach down, deep down,

and you will find it.

You're gonna find it.

And hopefully, I will too.

[unintelligible]

[announcer] Hello, boxing fans,
and welcome to the main event.

Five years in the making.

Ray "The Machine" Regis
looks to settle the score

in a rematch with the champion,
Carlos Geraldo.

It's all on the line tonight.

[Monk groans]

-[groans]
-Mr. Monk, are you okay?

Oh, no.

This guy's a contract killer.

He might already be in the building.

He's here because somebody wants
Ray Regis dead by the end of the month.

The end of the month?
Why… why not tonight?

I asked myself the same question.
I'm just telling you what I know.

Keep your eyes open.

If you see him, if you think you see him,
do not be a cowboy, call it in.

This guy's a pro. He's not going easily.

Let's go.

Hey, Bobby.

Take a break, will ya?

-How ya doin'?
-I'm hungry.

-Hungry, huh?
-Yeah.

[chuckles] Good. You stay hungry.

So, we both know
you shoulda come away

with that belt five years ago, right?

But, uh, what you did--

I mean… [chuckles]
What we did, we did it for Rebecca.

But now it's your turn, baby.

You are a champion.

You've always been a champion.

And after tonight…

everybody's gonna know it.

Excuse me, Mr. Regis.

This is Officer Chambers.

Police want somebody
with you during the fight.

No way.
I don't know this guy. Forget it.

I'm sorry, but you can't
go out there alone.

Captain Stottlemeyer's orders.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[cell phone ringing]

hello.

Yeah. He's right here.

It's Ray Regis.

Hello.

Uh-huh.

I understand.

Absolutely. I'll be right there.

What's a corner man?

[cheers and applause]

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the rematch
you've been waiting for.

Twelve rounds
for the greatest title in sport.

The BFC World Championship.

[crowd roars]

In the red corner, at 210 pounds,

the undisputed world heavyweight champion,

the Duke of Destruction,

Carlos Geraldo!

[announcer] And here comes the champ.

We were talking to his trainers, they say
he's in the best shape of his career

and, boy, I have to agree.

He looks terrific.

He's added a few pounds
since the first fight

but that's intentional.

He might be heavier but he's stronger.

And in the blue corner, at 202 pounds,

San Francisco's own favorite son,

Ray "The Machine" Regis!

[crowd roars]

[announcer] And just listen
to that reception.

Oh, there's so much love for Ray Regis
here in the Bay area.

Just go to a local watering hole,
go to a local gym,

talk to the people

and they'll tell you Ray
has lost absolutely nothing.

His fans have been waiting five years
for this moment.

But there's a lot of questions
about Ray Regis.

That he's lost his mental edge.

That he was psychologically broken
by his defeat.

That he'll never be the same.

But all these questions
will be answered tonight, in the ring,

in this highly-anticipated rematch.

[laughter]

A slight delay now

as one of Regis' corner men
seems to be tangled up.

[laughter]

Gentlemen, I want you to touch gloves.

Let's have a good, clean fight.

Okay.

Okay, punch him hard! Punch him fast!

Just keep punching.

Yeah, he knows, he knows.

He knows about punching.

What the hell are you doing?
Leave him alone!

-[bell clangs]
-Leave him alone!

[announcer] There's the bell
for round one. Regis comes out fast.

A hard left hand from Geraldo.

Another left jab!

Oh, the champion is toying with him,
just taunting him.

There's more than the heavyweight title
on the line tonight.

There's the pride of two great fighters.

Regis, the former champion.

Geraldo, the reigning champion.

A good start
to this much anticipated fight.

Both fighters feeling their way,
sizing each other up.

They're tangled up.
The referee needs to get in there.

[referee] Break.

[announcer] Oh, there you go.

Ray Regis will not last long if he allows
Geraldo to pound his body that way.

Help him. Do something.

Do something?! What the hell are you…

[announcer] Both of these fighters
are clearly in top shape.

Geraldo showing why he's the champion.

He's really got something to prove.
And there's the bell.

Go for the ribs!
Don't let that bastard breathe.

Go for the combination. Left-right-left.
Left-right.

-You got it, baby! You're gonna win it.
-Try this, try this.

-Left-left, right-right.
-Huh?

-Left-left, right-right.
-Don't listen to him!

Hit him with both hands at the same time.

-Punch him!
-[bell clangs]

[announcer] This is round two
and here comes Regis.

Ray in there early working that left jab.

Regis still working that left hand.

And he needs to, he's got
to keep the champ away from his body.

[bell clangs]

All right, baby! All right. [laughs]

Time to cold cock this baby, huh?

Put his lights out.
Put him to sleep, all right, baby?

You got him! You're gettin' better.

[laughs] You--
What the hell are you doing?

Hold on. They're not even.

You out of your cotton-pickin' mind?!

-[bell clangs]
-Get outta here!

[announcer] Back out for another round
and Geraldo is in control.

But this should be a big one
for Ray Regis.

Ah, Regis scores with a nice combination.

Mr. Monk, you can't do that!

You can't be in there. Get back.

[announcer] One of Regis' corner men
is in the ring.

[gun cocks]

[referee] What's going on here?

Sir, get back.

[announcer] The ref
is stopping the action.

And Regis better be careful, he doesn't
wanna get disqualified at this point.

[both grunting]

[referee yelling indistinctly]

-[announcer] Again, they're tied up.
-[referee] Oh, come on!

And Geraldo's work his way back inside.

Oh, I think he stirred the champion.

Punch him!

[announcer] Regis with a right hand again.
Another right hand.

-And a flurry from Ray Regis.
[-bell clangs]

As the round ends.

Is he okay?
He's sweating like a pig.

He's supposed to sweat.

All right, hold on.

Now what the hell are you doing?

[Ray exhales]

Stay here.

Stay here.

Stay here?

-Natalie, do you have any deodorant?
-Deodorant?

For Regis. It's a perspiration problem.

No, Mr. Monk. Who cares?

Hurry up! Just get--

Hurry up!

The bell's about to ring.

Connie, they want us upstairs.
Skybox number five didn't get their food.

Here.

-Here!
-Natalie.

-What?
-There.

-[bell clangs]
-Oh, my God.

-We have to stop the fight.
-No!

We don't want to give them
a stationary target. Call the captain!

Oh, my God!

[panting]

[panting]

[both grunting]

[announcer] A solid combination.
And a couple of jabs.

And Regis will not back down.

[heavy breathing]

[announcer] Geraldo is taking
a lot of punishment now.

And the crowd loves it.

Ray Regis has answered
the critics tonight.

[crowd roars]

Now for the body.

Oh! Geraldo is hurt!

Geraldo's in trouble, folks.

Another stinging jab.

And a big right hand.

Regis showing that he hasn't lost a thing.

Geraldo's hand
on the other hand are sagging.

Oh, you can see the concern
in Geraldo's corner.

Geraldo taking a lot of punishment.

And the crowd loves it.

Regis with the right hand again and again.

Geraldo's quite frail.

Regis wants a knockout
but I don't think there's enough time.

-You got him, kid!
-[crowd gasps]

-[bell clangs]
-[announcer] Geraldo goes down!

Geraldo goes down!

Listen to this crowd.

[silencer gunshot]

[grunts]

[grunts]

Drop it!

[announcer] Congratulations, Ray Regis,
the world heavyweight champion!

And he'll be celebrating
in the Bay Area tonight.

-What?
-What? You got up here so fast!

You got up here in only 90 seconds.

That's impossible.

Oh, my God! [laughs]

Still need this?

Oh, God.

It was him or us.

The sad thing is that we'll never know
who hired him.

[sighs]

So I use Max Deodorant.

No, it's stolen art.

There's a rumor some guy
in the city's been buying it all up.

We're supposed to keep an eye out for it.

Everybody get out of--
Are you filming this!?

Come on, get-- get out of here!

Turn everything off right now

and get the hell out of my house!

This spot has to be on the air
by September 1st.

He is here because somebody
wants Ray Regis dead

by the end of the month.

-We got him.
-We got who?

The guy who wanted Regis dead.

Remember the art gallery
you had on your wall?

Yeah.

They're authentic.

One was stolen nine years ago
from a gallery in Madrid.

And two are from a museum in Venice.

He was worried that somebody
would see the artwork on TV

and recognize it.

But he knew that if Ray Regis were dead,
they would never run the ad.

So he hired that terrible, terrible man.

Hey, nice collection, Daniel.

Too bad none of it's yours.

Should have just kept it in your basement.

It's fine art, Lieutenant.

It's meant to be savored.

I never imagined my bride
would invite a TV crew

into my house
while I was out of the country.

You didn't tell her it was stolen.

In hindsight, maybe that's something
I should have mentioned.

Yeah. Get him outta here.

Guy went through
a lotta trouble for nothing.

I mean, nobody even watches
commercials anymore.

[Monk] Is that right?

[Natalie] It's called TiVo, Mr. Monk.

People just zap right past it
to get to the good stuff.

That makes sense.

[Natalie chuckles]

Yeah! All right!

[laughs] All right!

[laughs]

Hold on.

Hey, whatcha doin', taking a break?

-[exhales]
-You think winning that championship belt

means you can slack off?

Winning the gold belt was the easy part.

Keepin' it is what's hard.

-[both laugh]
-Okay, I love you too, Louie.

[Monk roars]

Uh-oh. Mr. M! How'd it go?

Ah! Was there ever any doubt?
I am the beast.

I am the beast!

He did everything,
the wall, the pull-ups, the run.

All under seven minutes.

And that includes
touching three mailboxes!

I am the champion of the world.

I am… [mumbling]

-Looks like you got some competition, Ray.
-Absolutely.

-I see.
-Absolutely.

You may have met your match, Machine.
Come on, let's do this.

I ain't afraid of you.

You are afraid.
You're afraid of everything!

Not today!

Come on, champ!
Let's see what you're made of.

-Try and tag me.
-I don't want to tag you.

-Why don't you let me buy you a drink.
-A drink?

A drink? I'll give you a drink of this.

Mr. Monk, please.

Natalie, would you help me out?

-[Monk moaning]
-[gasps]

Oh, my God. Mr. Monk, are you okay?

[Louie] Don't worry.
He's gonna be all right.

Let's get him home. My car's outside.

[Ray] Come on, beast.

Come on, come on, big man.

-I ain't afraid of you.
-I know you're not.

I'm the beast.

Yeah, yeah, you're the beast.

Watch your head, now.
Watch your head, beast.

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