All language subtitles for Monk_S07E08_Mr. Monk Gets Hypnotized.English (CC)

[thunder crashes]

[dramatic music playing]

Hmm.

What do you think?

It's very nice.

It's too nice.

I mean, for us.

Sure you don't want to take this
to an auction house?

-Maybe Sotheby's?
-I can't.

I don't want any publicity.

Well, we might be able to find a buyer.

We'll need some time.

Maybe a week?

A week.

Okay, I guess I will call you
in a week, then.

And if you do find a buyer,

let them know that I've got
some other items that I'm looking to sell.

A whole house full, actually.

Thank you.

[thunder crashes]

You need an umbrella?

[rain pattering]

Sweetheart, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I thought I saw my husband.

I guess I'm just a little jumpy. [sighs]

Thank you again.

I'll be in touch.

[thunder crashes]

That girl's in trouble.

Don't you know who that was?

She's very famous.

Uh, what's her name? The actress.

-What actress?
-The famous actress. What's her name?

Oh, she's married to a…

a real estate big shot, I think…

I was just reading. [chuckles]

Sally Larkin, see?

-Okay.
-[sighs]

"Acrimonious divorce."

Accusing him of physical abuse.

-Restraining order.
-[Sally screaming]

-[car alarm blaring]
-[tires screeching]

[suspenseful music playing]

["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 ♪

[sighs] Well, it doesn't look good.

Driver's side door was open.

Found the key on the ground,
and we found these.

This is a piece of her jacket.

And a broken fingernail.
It was, uh, in the door well.

Everything but the body, huh?

Yeah, lookit. Hey, look!

It's a double rainbow.

[chuckles]

Haven't seen one of those
since I was a kid.

-Mm.
-Look at that.

It's okay, Mr. Monk, it stopped raining.

Oh, my God. Look at that.

What is it?

[Natalie] It's a double rainbow.

I've never seen one before.

Uh-huh.

Oh. Aren't you gonna look?

I believe you. It's a double rainbow.

Yeah, that must be her car.

But, Mr. Monk, you have to look.

-Why?
-Because it's beautiful and it's rare.

Don't you have any sense of wonder?

Sure, I do.

I wonder where the missing woman went.

Mr. Monk, please just turn around.

Why, is this your rainbow?

Did you commission this rainbow?

No, it's your rainbow.
At least it should be.

Come on. Turn around.

[sighs]

[Natalie] What do you think?

It's not really a double rainbow, is it?

"Double" implies equal.

The top one is 40% smaller.

Don't you see that?

Don't you see how beautiful that is?

I'm trying.

I just wish they were even.

[Natalie] I'm so sorry.

Sorry about what?

Sorry for you.

You'll never know what you're missing.

[Natalie] Hey, sorry we're late.

Did you guys see the rainbow?

Yeah, I didn't get it. What's going on?

Ah, it could be big. Big and messy.

Car belongs to Sally Larkin.

You wouldn't know this,

but she was in a couple of movies
five or ten years ago.

I was reading about her.

-She's going through a bad divorce.
-Yeah.

"Bad" doesn't get any worse.

Who's the husband?

Aaron Larkin. Guy's a gazillionaire.

He owns half the city,
including Fisherman's Wharf.

What was she doing here?

She was selling her jewelry.

Or she was trying to.
She was in this store over here.

She goes in, tells the owners

that she thinks
she's being followed by her husband.

She comes back
to her car around 8:30 p.m.,

-they say they hear a scream.
-8:30 p.m.?

I know. Local boys booted it.

They didn't file
the report until this morning.

[quirky music playing]

Hey, buddy! What's goin' on?

[Harold] Natalie?

Wow. You look fantastic.

Oh, uh, well, thank you, Harold.

[laughs] I think.

-Do you get out of bed looking like that?
-Harold, what are you doing here?

I'm just jogging by, enjoying the day.

Oh, I love the city after it rains.

-It smells like perfume.
-Does it?

[gasps] Have you seen the double rainbow?

Yeah, yeah, I know. They're not even.

Really? I didn't notice.

Right, me neither.

Look, I, I don't want
to interrupt your work.

I know you're busy.

Is it another murder?

You know what, Harold? Maybe.

They're lucky to have you.

Hey, listen to this man. He is a genius.

He doesn't mean that. You don't mean that.

Sure, I do. I do.

Uh, I don't play
that competitive game anymore.

That was an emotional dead end.

I have a new therapist.

[sighs] I'm in a whole different place.

You-- you have a new guy?

He's great.

Yeah, my new guy's great too.

His first name is Neven.
It's a palindrome.

Oh, I guess it is.

Oh, it is. It is.

I know that stuff is important to you.

I guess I'm just a little more
result-oriented these days.

His name is Climan. Lawrence Climan.

Give him a call.

Hypnotherapist?

He's a hypnotist?

Mm-hm. Worked for me.

Yeah, I, uh, I guess it did.

Anyway, good luck.

See you around campus.

[laughing]
Oh, I just cannot get over that rainbow!

It just makes you feel glad
to be alive, doesn't it?

-[Monk] Yeah.
-Oh, I love this song!

♪ Sixteen girls standin' in a row ♪

♪ One says "hi," the other says "hello" ♪

[Harold singing]

[light music playing]

I'll tell Mr. Larkin you're here.

Thank you.

Gum?

Yeah, sure.

Here, try this.

Monk?

Um, no. No, thank you.

What the hell is this?

"Disher-mint"?

Yeah, I made it myself.

You made the gum?

Yeah, from a kit. I got it online.

In my basement,

I'm experimenting with a bunch
of different flavors right now.

-Guess what this one is.
-Tar?

-Supposed to be diet blueberry.
-[coughing]

-[retches]
-Not enough citric acid?

[Stottlemeyer] Oh, hell. Where'd it go?

[Larkin] Hello.

Aaron Larkin. I've been expecting you.

Hi, I'm Leland Stottlemeyer.

This is Lieutenant Disher, Natalie Teeger,

and, uh, Adrian Monk.

Oh, Mr. Monk,
your reputation precedes you.

I'm assuming this is about my wife.

She hasn't turned up yet.

No, sir. She has not.

[Larkin] That's horrible, uh,
timing, really.

If she'd gone missing on our wedding day,
might have saved me six years of misery.

[Larkin chuckles]

Mr. Larkin, when was the last time
you saw your wife?

[Larkin] That was yesterday morning
when she was going shopping…

Mr. Monk, are you okay?

It's driving me crazy.

How did he do it?

-Who?
-Harold!

Did you see him? He looked so…

not unhappy.

And he wasn't acting, either.
I could tell.

Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt you.

But this guy says that, um,
he never left the house.

That he was here all night.

He's lying.

What if it really works?

What? What, hypnotism?

Mr. Monk, just because Harold
seems to be doing a little better

doesn't mean it'll work for you.

I mean, everybody's different.
Especially you.

Excuse me again, sorry.

Um, how do we know he's lying?

The umbrella.

Look, maybe it's real.
It says "certified."

[laughs] What does that mean?

Certified by who?

-Whom.
-Whom.

Mr. Monk, I just read
this article on hypnotism.

It's not even medical. It's a shortcut.

Sorry, excuse me, one more thing.

How-- what about the umbrella?

Well, the green one on the end.

It's monogrammed, it's obviously his.

It's still wet from the rain.

-Right, thank you.
-What--

What's the matter with shortcuts?

Shortcuts are your friend.

They get you where you wanna go.

Only faster.

Mr. Monk, we need to call Dr. Bell.

Ah, all Dr. Bell wants to do is talk.

This is Dr. Bell: "Blah, blah, blah."

"Tell me about your mother.
Yak, yak, yak."

"How does that make you feel?
Words, words, words."

[mumbles]

That's your impression of Dr. Bell?

I'm sick of talking.

I've been talking for 11 years.

I want to get better.

I wanna look at rainbows, and--

I know you do. I know you do.

But this is the thing,
we don't know anything about this guy.

We don't even know if he's a real doctor.

Promise me…

Promise me you will not call him
until we talk to Dr. Bell.

-Promise.
-Yeah, all right.

[gentle, quirky music playing]

Sorry for you.

You'll never know what you're missing.

I just cannot get over that rainbow!

It just makes you feel glad
to be alive, doesn't it?

[gentle music playing]

[phone keypad beeping]

[line ringing]

[woman] Doctor's office.

Is this Dr. Climan's office?

[woman] This is his answering service.

I'd like to make an appointment.

[gentle, whimsical music playing]

Adrian.

I need you to relax.

Okay.

I think you could do better than that.

Here, I need you to get comfortable, okay?

-Yeah.
-I need you to unclench.

I need you to open every door.

Open every door.

There. Okay.

What are you thinking about?

Harold Krenshaw.

Okay, okay. Forget about Harold Krenshaw.

-He doesn't exist.
-[chuckles]

He doesn't exist.

He doesn't. He doesn't exist.

I know, I know you have doubts.
You're a skeptical man.

But you came to me for a reason.

You have to make a leap here.

Yeah?

Leap, and a net will appear.

Who's Annette?

-No, a net, to catch you.
-Oh.

You're safe.

Okay?

All your doubts,

all your fears, are falling away.

They're falling away.

Can you feel them?
Can you feel them falling away?

Don't say anything. Just nod your head.

I'm nodding my head.

No, don't say you're nodding your head.

Just nod your head.

-I'm nodding my head.
-No, don't say you're nodding your head.

-Just nod your head.
-I am.

Okay, forget the nodding.

[sighs]

We are going to take
a little trip together.

You and I.

We are going back in time.

Going back before the pain.

Before the fear.

Before the fear.

Good.

You're with Trudy now.

[mumbles]

No. Trudy.

I'm gonna lose her again.

I'm gonna lose her again!

Okay, okay, okay. We're moving on.

We're, we're, we're moving back
a little further.

Now, you're in high school.

Third period. It's gym class.

They're gonna make me climb that rope.

I can't climb that rope. I can't--

Please don't make me climb that rope.

Okay, okay, no, no.
We're moving back, moving back.

Further back. Way back.

Before the fear.

Here we go.

We are going back.

[light music playing]

Is that a smile?

Are you happy?

Where are you?

Adrian, where are you?

[Stottlemeyer] Okay, listen up.

You know the situation.
We've got a missing woman.

Her name is Sally Larkin.

Her husband is suspect number one.

Now, Mr. Larkin--

owns this house right here,
and these seven acres.

And we are gonna search
that seven acres thoroughly.

Let's go.

Mr. Monk, it's pretty high up.
You might wanna stay in the car.

Oh, do I have to?

Do you have to? Uh, no.

You're the boss. [chuckles]

It's such a nice day.
Might be fun to run around.

You wanna run around?

Oh, there's the captain. Come on!

[Stottlemeyer] Terrain's a little rough.
Try to stay in formation.

Eyes forward and down.

[Disher] We're looking
for anything unusual.

Signs of a struggle,

freshly dug dirt, articles of clothing.

-Any questions?
-Yeah, what do we win?

-What do we win?
-If we find the body.

You don't win anything.

Right?

[indistinct chatter]

[Natalie] Mr. Monk, you're going too fast.

[muttering]

[Imitates screeching tires]

-[splashes]
-[Natalie] Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God. Are you okay?
-Never felt better.

-Wait, should I get a wipe?
-No, don't move. Don't move.

What are you doing?

Do you like butter?

Yes.

Let's see.

Mr. Monk. Did you…
did you get enough sleep last night?

Did you-- oh!

Dare me to climb that tree?

-What?
-What about that tree?

I bet I could climb that tree
and swing over to that tree.

You think I could?

I don't know.

Wow, that tree.

[laughs] That tree!

[quirky music playing]

[Monk] Over here! Hey!

Everybody, I got something!

-[Disher] What is it?
-[Monk] Okay, but I saw it first.

You saw it first? Who the hell cares?

I care. That's who.

Okay, so you saw it first. What is it?

Okay, but here's the rule.

You guys can't touch it.

I understand. We're all cops here.

I can touch it.

Natalie can touch it.

Just me and Natalie, and nobody else.

See? I'm gonna…

I'm gonna call him Hoppy.

Because he likes to, you know, hop.

-[frog croaks]
-Oh.

Isn't there a shoe box in your car?

That could be Hoppy's house.
Let me go get it.

Let me go get it.

Let's go.

-[Stottlemeyer] Hello.
-[secretary] Oh, back again.

[Stottlemeyer]
Yes, ma'am, like a bad penny. Is he in?

He's just finishing up a phone call.

-So have a seat and he'll be right out.
-Thank you.

I have a frog. It's in the car.

Really?

Is it your birthday?

-Yes, it is.
-[Natalie] Happy birthday.

-Yeah, congratulations.
-Thank you.

How old are you?

-[chuckles]
-Mr. Monk.

-Are you over or under 100?
-What are you doing?

I'm 57.

-You look great.
-57, wow, 57.

So you're really getting up there.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

-I would.
-[chuckles nervously]

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

So have you heard anything?

Uh, not from your wife.

We've spoken to a number
of local merchants, however.

Apparently she was, uh,
trying to sell some jewelry.

Well, that's-- that's unusual.

Normally, she's buying.

Guess how old she is.

[secretary] I'm gonna take my break.

Uh, yeah, sure.

-Do you have to make?
-Make what?

Is he drunk?

I spoke to a number of Sally's friends.

They said that Sally
was afraid for her life.

Oh, yeah. Well, she's crazy.

I'm hungry.

-Yeah, you just had lunch.
-So?

When I was here earlier, I asked, um,

for a list of all your properties.

Oh, yeah, I got it right here.

Emily, could you please bring in the list?

This is Emily Carter, my office manager.

Emily, these people are from the police.

Hello.

So these are your current projects?

Yeah, I think so.

Uh, let's see,
these are residential properties.

Undeveloped land.

Uh, these are some condos
we're working on up north.

We're gonna have to search all these,
uh, with your permission, of course.

Yeah, sure, be my guest.
Whatever you need.

I mean, you might not believe this,

but, uh, I want my wife found
as much as you do.

I've got nothing to hide.

Oh, I think you do.

I think you have plenty to hide.

-He's in love with her.
-What?

I bet they want to get married,

and go on a honeymoon,
and, you know, kiss.

[laughs] Who-- who is this person?

Look at his face. He's turning all red.

Just admit it. You want to marry her.

It's all over town.

What does that mean?

It's all right, Emily.
This is Adrian Monk.

He's famous.
He's the best detective in California.

And yeah, it's true.
Emily and I are involved.

Matter of fact, I was with Emily
the night Sally disappeared.

If that checks out,
it looks like you have an alibi then.

Well, why didn't you tell us before?

Uh, well, Captain,
it's a little, uh, complicated.

I'm technically still married.

We've been keeping it secret
for three years,

but you saw right through it
in two minutes, Mr. Monk.

Well done.

I am curious, though,

How did you…

What gave us away?

Cinchy.

I saw you drinking out of her water bottle
without wiping it off.

You weren't afraid of her cooties.

[scoffs] My cooties.

Candy machine.

I'm gonna talk to him. For a long time.

Sold out, sold out. Chocolate pretzels!

Do you have seven dimes and a nickel?

-Or three quarters or a hammer?
-Let's get candy later.

Right now,
we're gonna go talk to Dr. Bell.

You mean Dr. Smell?

Mr. Monk, what's going on?
Did you take some cold medicine?

No, he just talked to me.
He didn't give me any medicine.

Who? Who talked to you?

Nobody.

Oh, my God.

You went to that hypnotist.

I need you to look at me.

Look at me right now.
Look at me. Listen.

How old are you?

How old are you?

Adrian, I need you to tell me right now.

How old are you?

That's for me to know,
and you to find out.

I call shotgun!

Stop!

Stop!

[brakes screeching]

[sobbing] Help me!

You have to call the police.

-You like pancakes, huh?
-[laughs] Love 'em!

[chuckles]

I'll bet you always wanted
pancakes like this for breakfast.

Always wanted 'em!

But my mom never made 'em.

Never.

Davey Palmer, he lived across the street,

they had pancakes every day.

-Huh.
-We never did.

Oh, so this is like a dream come true.

Hoppy likes 'em too!

Look at that! Look at Hoppy!

Listen, I'm gonna talk
to your friends for just a minute.

I'll be right back.

What do you think?

Uh, I think you should have called me.

Hypnotism is no substitute
for real treatment.

I'm aware of this Dr. Climan.

I've been cleaning up
his messes for years.

I told him not to call that guy.
I made him promise.

Can't you just, you know…
snap him out of it, doc?

All right, it doesn't work
like that, Lieutenant.

Even if I could, I wouldn't recommend it.

It might trigger off
some deeper depressive reaction.

He's returned to an earlier ego state.

Emotionally, he's about six and a half,
seven years old.

Is he reliving his childhood?

Not at all.

No, he's living
the childhood he always wanted.

You might call it a, um, wish fulfillment.

Hey. We're outta syrup!

We're outta syrup!

Uh, he couldn't live
like this forever, right?

No, of course not. No, not like that.

But the good news is,
at some deeper level,

Adrian knows that too.

Eventually, he'll snap himself out of it.

Don't worry. He'll come back to us.

We have a… a syrup emergency here!

-Grenade!
-Oh.

-Hey! Good shot!
-[cell phone rings]

-[Natalie chuckles]
-Disher.

[sighs heavily]

-When?
-[sighs sharply]

Yeah, I understand.

You're not gonna believe this.
This is weird.

Weirder than this?

They just found Sally Larkin
in Sonoma County.

She's alive.

Okay. We gotta go.

-Thanks, doc.
-Yes.

Oh! I call shotgun!

Uh…

Listen, young feller.

Uh, why don't you just stay here
with Natalie and draw us a picture?

-Aw!
-Look, actually.

If he's not in the way,
I would consider bringing him along.

Treat him as an adult.

Just stick to the normal routine.

I think that's the best medicine.

Okay, you can come.

Can I bring Hoppy?

Monk, it's a crime scene.

-You can't bring a frog to a crime scene.
-[clears throat]

Okay, Hoppy can come.

Great. We'll just stop at the store
and grab the syrup.

Okay, we'll stop at the store
and get syrup.

-I really wish--
-I know, I know.

We should've called you.

We don't have all the details, Ken.

Here is what we do know:

Aaron Larkin,
the multimillionaire developer,

is dead.

He was killed in this hunting cabin
last night by his estranged wife.

According to police,

Sally Larkin was chained up in this cabin
like a prisoner of war

for three horrifying days.

Last night, in a daring escape,

she overpowered her husband,
beat him to death,

then ran up that hill

and stopped a passing motorist.

Back to you, Ken.

No, she's still at the hospital.
We haven't got a statement yet.

Pretty obvious what happened here, though.

Kept her chained up in the corner.

-Oh, my God. Like an animal.
-Yep.

Probably drove up here every night,

brought her food and water.

Hey, hey, hey!

It's not a toy.

[Natalie] Here, Mr. Monk. Look, look.

A tractor. Go sit over here.

[Stottlemeyer] Hey! Hey!

So why didn't he just kill her?

-[chains rattling]
-I'm sure he intended to, eventually.

All right, well…

She told some paramedic that she, uh…

loosened one of those baseboards.

[Disher] She pretended to be asleep.
When he came back to check…

Bam. Side of the head.

[snorting laugh]

Monk, do you have something
you'd like to share with the rest of us?

I can see his butt.

Mr. Monk, the man is dead.

Yeah, of embarrassment!

Sorry. I've got it.

Here's what happened.

Tuesday night, Larkin abducted his wife
from that parking lot.

He overpowered her. Maybe he drugged her.

Then, he brought her up here.

He kept her prisoner.

For three days, he taunted her.

He humiliated her.

Something about some jewelry.

He… he even refused to feed her.

But last night, he went a little too far.

In all the excitement,
his pants fell down.

[quirky music playing]

[thuds]

[Monk] He killed himself.

He didn't have a choice.

She'd seen his heinie.

[snorting laugh]

-I think we're done here.
-Great.

I always knew Aaron was crazy, but I--

I never dreamed that he would…

[chair squeaks]

-[chair squeaks]
-[Sally sobs]

I mean, three days in that horrible room.

You know, you could do this tomorrow,
if you'd like.

[pencil clatters]

No, thank you, I would just rather

-get it over with today, thank you.
-Okay, all right, um--

-[Sally sighs]
-What-- what did he say?

What did he want?

Oh, he was just acting crazy,
asking me about my jewelry.

I… I hid most of it.

He just wanted to know where I kept it.

I know that as soon as I told him
where it was, he would've killed me.

She's a liar.

[blowing raspberries]

There is no way
she spent three days in that cabin.

-No way.
-Why not?

Uh, there's no TV, so it's impossible.

She woulda died.

I'm sorry, um, I'll explain later.

Could you go on, please?

Well, last night, before he came back,

I had pried one of the floorboards loose,

and then I pretended to be asleep.

When he got closer, I hit him.

I didn't mean to…

to kill him.

Maybe I did.

[mocking voice] Or maybe I did.

Or maybe I did.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I'm innocent, I tell ya.

She's a liar! Liar, pants on fire!

Monk.

A girl can't beat up a boy.
That's scientifically impossible. A…

-[rips]
-Ow!

Okay, look. I don't care
what Dr. Bell said, Natalie.

One more peep,
I want him out of here, understood?

One more peep and I'll clobber him myself.

What's that smell?

Keep your arms down.

I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

How did you get away?

[Sally]
Well, I had this shackle on my leg.

This big iron thing.

-Mm-hm.
-Well, after I hit him,

I went and got the keychain
out of his pocket

and unlocked it.

Look. I still have the bruise.
I can barely walk.

[Monk] Is that gum on your shoe?

How much would you give me to eat this?

Five bucks.

Oh, for God's sake!
Monk, that's disgusting!

-Mm.
-Spit it out.

Please, spit that out right now.

-[gags, retches]
-Oh! Uh…

Five bucks.

Well, all right.

He earned it.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

She is a liar, Stottlemeyer.

She's a big, fat liar.

And I can prove it.

-Do I have to listen to this?
-No, you do not.

Natalie, I said one more peep.

But she made the whole thing up.
I can prove it!

Just a minute. Tell me in the car.

You are in a lot of trouble, facelift.

-You are going to jail.
-Get him out of here!

-You are a bad lady.
-You know what? And you're a bad boy.

All right? We're gonna go home.
You need a time out.

Don't you wanna hear how I figured it out?

No, I do not!

All right, fine! I'm not gonna tell ya.

I'm not gonna tell any of you, because…

because I hate you.

And by the way, you're all stupid.

And you don't deserve to know the truth.

And also by the way,
you're never gonna see me again.

Ever.

'Cause I'm going to France.

-Come on, Hoppy.
-[croaks]

You're not stupid.

[sighs]

Sorry.

Mr. Monk.

Wait, Mr. Monk! Wait, wait, wait!

[siren blaring]

[gentle, whimsical music playing]

[vehicle approaching]

[Hoppy croaks]

[bus brakes screeching]

[whimsical music continues]

[Harold] Indecent exposure?
There's no such thing.

The human body is a beautiful thing!

It is beautiful!

The whole world is beautiful!

You are beautiful. And so are you.

Come on, let's all get naked.
Let's all get naked!

Free yourself!

We were born free,
just free yourself and let-- Ow!

[handcuffs clinking]

[grunts] I'm free.

You like that? That's good.

[indistinct chatter]

[whimsical music continues]

[woman] What do you think you're doing?

[Hoppy croaks]

This park is for children.
Why don't you go home?

Come on, honey. Let's get out of here.

[somber music playing]

She's right, Hoppy.

Let's go home.

There will be an inquest next week,
but it's just a formality.

Is there anything else we can do for you?
Anyone we can call?

No, no thank you, Lieutenant.

I think what I need
is just some time alone.

A nice cup of tea
and a good night's sleep.

Sounds like a good idea.

We'll do what we can do
to keep the press away.

I appreciate that. Thank you, Captain.

[quirky music playing]

[foreboding music playing]

[brakes screeching]

Okay, this is it, my friend.

Home sweet home.

At least one of us will be free.

Go ahead. Go on.

-You can do it.
-[croaks]

Atta boy. Atta boy.

[Sally] Hello.

It's Adrian, right?

How did you get here?

I took the bus.

Oh, good for you.

All by yourself?

Me and the frog.

Oh, right.

It's Hoppy. Right?

Well, are you hungry?
I've got some cookies in the house.

I know what you did.

And I know how you did it.

What, do you think
I still did something bad?

Why?

Is it because I'm a girl?

Because you're a girl.

Who signed a prenup
and then regretted it.

You wanted it all, didn't you?

All his money.

[sighs] You're different.

Here's what happened.

[Monk] Your husband never abducted you.

No one abducted you.

It was a setup from the very beginning.

[car alarm blaring]

[Monk] You did spend three days
in that cabin,

but you weren't a prisoner.

You were hiding out.

You were waiting.

You chained yourself up
so the bruises would be real.

And you starved yourself.

You were an actress,

preparing for the biggest performance
of your life.

Then, last night,

-you went back to your house.
-[door closes]

[Monk] You brought a rug from the cabin
and you put it down on the floor.

Then, you waited in the shadows.

[foreboding music playing]

-[thuds]
-[Larkin groans]

[Monk] You killed him there,

then dragged his body back to the cabin.

It was show time.

To the world,

you were a woman who had escaped
from her sadistic husband.

You were a hero.

A very wealthy hero.

[vehicle approaching]

Stop!

Well, that's a very nice little story,

Detective Monk.

It's more than a story.

I can prove that you didn't spend
three days in that cabin,

chained to the floorboards.

You made one mistake.

While you were missing,
we went to your house

to question your husband.

The captain was chewing some gum.

He had some trouble.
He ended up spitting it out.

Last night, after the murder,

you accidentally stepped
on the same piece of gum.

This piece of gum.

The one that was stuck to your shoe.

You can't prove
that's the same piece of gum.

-Gum is gum.
-Not this gum.

This is Disher-mint gum.

Diet blueberry. It's homemade.

It was on your shoe.

You've been chewing
that piece of gum for five hours?

No.

I've been chewing this piece of gum
for five and a…

half.

Oh, my God.

Chewing this gum
for five and a half hours!

[grunting]

[grunting, groaning]

Give me that gum. Give me that gum!

Mrs. Larkin, drop it!

Drop it!

Mrs. Larkin, put it down!

[clatters]

Ow! God!

All right. Somebody wanna
tell me what's going on?

Just take the gum. Just take the gum.

It's material evidence. Take the gum.
I'll explain later.

Just take the gum.

-Is this my gum?
-Uh, God. Oh, my God.

You don't have to fight.
I got a basement full of this.

It was in your mouth.

It was on her shoe.

-And I was chewing it.
-Are you--

-I was chewing it!
-Are you okay?

I gotta go home and gargle
for a very long time.

Oh, my God. Is that mud?
Is that-- is that mud?

Is that mud?

Yes, Monk, it's mud.

[chuckles] Welcome back.

[gentle jazz music playing]

[Natalie] I could make you some pancakes.

No, I'm fine.

We have that syrup you like.

-No, I'm good. Thank you.
-Mm.

They grow up so fast.

-What?
-Nothing. [chuckles]

Oh, wow. Mr. Monk, you have to see this.

-What is it?
-[Natalie gasps]

There's a nest outside your window
with three baby birds!

I'll call the exterminator.

Oh, you wouldn't dare.

Oh wow, she's feeding them.

Mr. Monk, come, you have to see this.

They're so cute!

It's the circle of life.
Aren't you curious?

Yeah, I believe you. Circle of life.

I'll get my camera!

[gentle music playing]

[chirping]

I don't get it.

[theme music playing]