All language subtitles for Monk_S07E16_Mr. Monk Fights City Hall.English (CC)

[festive music playing]

Jimmy, we finally have
some good news to report.

I'm downtown on the corner
of Somerset and Geraldi Street,

in front of one of the oldest
and ugliest parking garages in the city.

But last month, City Council
voted to tear down this eyesore,

and replace it with a beautiful
playground and park for the children

of this neighborhood.

Uh, hold on, Jimmy, something's happening.

-[man] Somebody in the garage?
-[reporter] Something is happening here.

There may be someone
still inside the garage.

[man 2] I don't give a damn.

[indistinct chatter]

[man 2] Who's this guy?

What the hell you think you're doing?

I don't know if you heard the news,
we gotta tear this whole place down.

-You can't do that.
-I can't do that?

I got two bulldozers outside says I can.

I'm not leaving!

All right, I don't know
what your story is, all right?

But you're going home.
Where's the key to the lock?

Give it to me.

[key clinking]

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Cheese and crackers,

we're tearing down a parking garage here.

All right, this is a good thing.

All right, we're gonna build
a playground here for the kids.

What's the matter, you don't like kids?

My wife died here.

Right over there.

Her name was Trudy.

She died here.

You can't tear it down.

[melancholic 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Mr. Monk, Mr. Monk? Mr. Monk!

-Natalie, thank God.
-God, are you okay?

You're all over the news.

I couldn't believe it.

They were gonna tear it down.
Look, you gotta help me.

You gotta. Come on.

[chanting] Hell, no, we won't go!

-Hell, no-- Come on.
-Mr. Monk, I'm not gonna chant with you.

You have to, otherwise the "we" part

doesn't make any sense.

None of this makes any sense.

Why didn't you call me?

You would've tried to talk me out of it.

All right, everybody--
everybody, let's just calm down, okay?

Let's just settle down, all right?

Hi. Hello, Adrian.

I'm Eileen Hill. I'm on the City Council.

This parking garage
is slated for demolition.

We voted on it last week.

I know. I was there.

Why can't we just
drag this bozo out of here?

Excuse me, do you know who this man is?

This is Adrian Monk.

He was a decorated police officer,

who's been serving this city
officially and unofficially for 20 years.

Well, he sure isn't
serving the city today.

Adrian, I understand
you lost your wife here.

-Where did it happen?
-It was right--

it was right over there.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I really am.

But you can appreciate our situation.

There are hundreds
of children in this community--

Councilwoman, this is a crime scene.

This is hallowed ground.

Trudy's case is still open.

There could still be-- clues here.

Something I missed.

If you tear this place down,

they'll be gone forever.

I didn't consider that.

You could be letting a killer go free

for a swing set or a sandbox.

-What's your name?
-Robert.

-Can I call you Bob?
-Sure.

-Bob, go home.
-[men] What?

I believe our decision here was premature.

As I recall, our vote was four to three--

and when the margin is that close,

any member can ask for a second vote.

A second-- a second vote?

Yes, it's called the confirmation vote.

-It's called the confirmation vote!
-We're gonna tap the brakes on this,

conduct a public hearing,
and vote on it again.

-Fine, it's your call.
-Yes, it is.

All right, guys,
pack it up, let's go home.

Councilwoman Hill, I--

I can't thank you enough.

I'm not making any promises, Adrian.

I can't even tell you how I'm gonna vote,

but I do appreciate
your service to the city,

and… I think you deserve
the benefit of the doubt.

-Oh.
-See you next week at City Hall?

Yes.

Natalie… I feel this…

tingling in my chest and in my face.

-Yeah, you're happy, Mr. Monk.
-Happy?

-I can't believe it. You did it.
-I did it.

You just stopped a children's playground

from being built,

and saved a parking garage.

So the system works!

Let's get out of here.

All right, where's the key?

Well, it's not in the sewer.

You don't have to worry about that.

[quirky music playing]

I'm kidding. It's in the sewer.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Stottlemeyer]
Looks like a married couple.

-Some swimmers found them.
-Swimmers?

Yeah, you know, the Polar Bear Club?

They were stabbed.

Two and three times. She got it twice.

Detective Monk,
are we keeping you from something?

City Council. They're voting again today.

Right, the parking garage thing.

Good luck on that.

Mr. Monk, we have plenty of time.

Yeah, we should leave early, though.

Just to be safe.

Yeah, it's only a ten-minute drive.

Look, look. You can see it from here.

We should leave early, just to be sure.

Okay, well, they were tourists.

Probably German.

Really? Why do you say that?

Because they were German.

Uh, from Berlin.
A Mr. and Mrs. Erhard Helmrich.

Uh, we found their wallets
and passports in their pockets.

I, uh, talked to a clerk at a hotel.

They were staying downtown
at the… Best Western.

He said that they were
a pretty quiet couple.

[Stottlemeyer]
Yeah, they look pretty quiet.

Yeah, but they weren't this quiet.

I mean, before last night.

They were just regular quiet,
like, when they checked into the hotel.

Yeah, Randy, I know what you mean.

I-- I was trying to be wry.

Oh, sorry, my bad.
Do you-- you wanna say it again?

What do you got there, a bracelet?

No, it's not a bracelet.

It's a strap. See, it's torn.

She had a camera. Did you find a camera?

No.

[sighs] Then he must have taken it.

He left her jewelry.

You said-- this guy had a wallet?

Was there still money in it?

Yeah, dollars and euros.

I'm thinking they were
walking down here last night,

to get a view of the skyline, maybe,

see the moonlight on the water.

They saw something else.

And they got killed for it.

What was it?

Must've been pretty terrible.

Something inhuman.

Something so horrific-- Is that the time?

We gotta go, we gotta go. Natalie!

Wait, we want you
to look at some tire tracks.

Yeah, take some pictures.
Just get a lot of pictures.

We gotta go.

[quirky music playing]

Come on!

All right, so where do they
hold these council meetings?

I don't know, we'll have to ask someone.

Adrian Monk. And you must be Natalie.

Paul Crawford. San Francisco Dispatch.

Yeah, hello, excuse me
for just one second-- Sir!

So you're a reporter?

I am the reporter.

I've been following this story.

I'm thinking about doing
an article on Adrian Monk

and his parking garage.

"Man versus playground."

Yeah, I can see it now,
you'd make him out to be a monster.

On the contrary, Ms. Teeger,
please don't repeat this to anybody,

but, uh, I'm on your side.

Hope you pull it off.

Wow, that's very sympathetic.

Lady, sympathy's
got nothing to do with it.

Parking's a bitch in that neighborhood.

Call me.

-Okay.
-[Crawford] Mr. Monk.

Okay, it's just upstairs.
We're five minutes early.

[elevator dings]

-Ooh.
-Oh.

Hello, Adrian, Natalie.

Hello, Harold.

I heard about your little
temper-tantrum downtown.

It wasn't a temper-tantrum.

Mm-hmm, whatever it was,

it apparently worked.

I have today's agenda here,

and it looks like we'll be voting

on your parking garage again.

That's right.

You know, I voted against you last time.

-Yes, yes, I know that.
-Yes,

but I've been thinking about it,

and I could be persuaded
to change my mind.

-Really?
-Oh, yes.

-Fascinating.
-How shall I vote?

Aye or nay? Up or down?

Hmm, I don't know.

It all depends on my mood.

And my mood depends on how I feel.

What-- what does that mean?

Your mood depends on how you feel?

-You know what it means.
-I really, really don't.

Do you have any idea
what he is talking about?

-I'm lost.
-I'm talking about your new therapist.

The mystery doctor.

-Oh…
-The genius you're always raving about.

Who is he? Just tell me his name.

I can't tell you.
It's privileged information.

No, it's not.

What happens
in the sessions is privileged.

His name isn't privileged.

People recommend therapists every day.

Am I right, Natalie?

I don't know, Harold, I'm just waiting
for the conversation to be over.

Okay, fine, fine.

His name…

is Doc-tor…

Door.

Doctor door?

Is that the best you could do?

I suppose if we were
standing over there by that alarm,

you woulda said Doctor Bell?

-[spits]
-[screams]

-Oh, God, Harold. I'm so sorry!
-Oh!

-Oh, don't touch me! Don't touch me!
-Sorry, I'm sorry.

Oh, no.

You see, the truth is, Harold,
I really don't need your vote.

I spoke to Councilwoman Hill

over the weekend,
and she's on my side now.

She's switching her vote?

Well, that's right.

So, now the vote is
four to three in my favor.

And I believe they call that a "majority."

[elevator dings]

Oh, Monk, hey, Natalie--
Harold, you're all wet.

[Harold sighs, groans]

You know, the councilwoman, Eileen Hill,
the one you've been-- talking about?

-Yeah, yeah. Did something happen?
-[Disher] We're not sure.

We just talked to her sister.

She's gone missing.

-[phone rings]
-[woman] Councilwoman Hill's office,

can you hold, please?

[phone rings]

Councilwoman Hill's office,
may I put you on hold?

-[phone rings]
-Hello?

Hello, my name is--

I can't talk to you right now, okay?

The councilwoman is missing.

It's a madhouse in here.

-Thank God it's Friday.
-It's not Friday.

-Who told you that?
-Well, no one told me--

Councilwoman Hill's office, can you ho--

Hello?

[sighs] They hung up.

No, I-- I think you disconnected them.

-Why would I do that?
-I don't know.

I'm Natalie Teeger, this is Adrian Monk.

We're-- we're working with the police.

We're looking for Councilwoman Hill.

You should've called first.

I tried. We tried,

-but you kept putting us on hold and…
-Councilwoman Hill's office,

hello? Can I help-- Hello?

…hanging up on us.

Look, I already talked to the police.

Uh, a sergeant or something.

I don't remember his name.

He just had a big scar on his face.

Just like yours.

-I don't have a scar.
-Sure, you do.

It's on your cheek. It's right there.

You both do.

I think you have
a scratch on your glasses.

Is there someone else here
I could talk to?

You could talk to her.

I mean-- someone who works here.

Well, you could try Janet Grote.

She's a legislative assistant.

-Thank God. Where is she?
-She's not in.

Here's the thing.

Uh… I'm conducting my own investigation.

It's kind of personal.

I need to speak with the councilwoman.

There's a vote
that's very important to me,

and they've just
postponed it until next week.

[phone rings]

When was the last time you saw Ms. Hill?

Yesterday morning.

She same in for about an hour
and then she had to leave.

-She had an appointment.
-Great. Uh, with whom?

I don't know.
I'd have to check her calendar.

Could you do that, please?

[phone rings]

I don't like you.

There it is.
That's her schedule for the whole week.

-Great, can you print that out, please?
-[scoffs]

How am I supposed to get you a copy?

There's a printer right behind you.

Yeah, there's no print button.

-Yeah, it's right here. It says "P-N-T."
-Pint?

It's abbreviated.
Print, printing, printer.

-Print. P-N-T.
-I'm new here.

Really? I never would've guessed that.

-Are you patronizing me?
-No, I'm insulting you.

[phone rings]

Great.

Thank God it's Friday.

Take your time.

I hope my water doesn't break.

[groans]

Chivalry is dead.

I don't like you at all.

So she disappeared, and then,

her last appointment was
10:30 a.m. with Paul Crawford.

The reporter.

[phone rings]

[quirky suspenseful music playing]

Paul Crawford.

-[Crawford] Yeah.
-[Stottlemeyer] Good morning.

I'm Captain Leland Stottlemeyer.

This is Lieutenant Disher.

You know Adrian Monk, Natalie Teeger.

You're a hard man to find, Mr. Crawford.

We've been leaving messages at your house.

My apologies, Lieutenant.

I was out all night.

Working on a series of articles

about police corruption.

Confidential, hush-hush. You understand.

Yeah, I look forward to not reading that.

Nice car.

Yes, it is.

All it takes is hard work,
a modicum of natural talent,

and marrying
a billionaire's only daughter.

And I'm late as usual.
Can we walk and talk?

Sure.

What about your crusade, Mr. Monk?

How did the vote go?

Ah, actually, there was no vote.

It's been postponed.

-Hmm. That why you're here?
-In a way.

Councilwoman Hill
has officially disappeared.

She's missing?

Since Monday.

Did you check her apartment?
I-- I think she lived with her sister.

We were there last night.

There were no signs of a struggle,

nothing unusual.

What about her car?

It was parked out front,
but her wallet and her keys were gone.

-Not a good sign, is it?
-No, sir, it's not.

According to her schedule, uh,
she was with you Monday morning.

That's true,
Eileen met me here at the office.

I have known Eileen for years.

She read an article of mine,
and, uh, had a few questions.

-Did she seem depressed?
-No.

Had she been drinking?

No, no, no. She wouldn't be drinking now.

Wh-- what was the article about?

The one she was interested in.

It was about the food industry.
Hot dog vendors.

Oh, I read that.
I haven't had a hot dog since.

Oh, God, the pictures.

I take that as a compliment.
That's actually a talent of mine.

I can take almost anything
as a compliment.

-[Stottlemeyer chuckles]
-Eileen read the article too.

Became sort of a pet project of hers.

She said that she wanted
to shut all the vendors down.

In fact, she said she was meeting
a man named George Gianopolous.

The Hot Dog Czar?

Yeah, when she left,
she said that's where she was going.

Anything else?

No, sir, that's it.

If we need anything, we'll call you.

Look forward to it.

[suspenseful music playing]

[man coughs]

[Natalie] Oh, God.

You missed a couple.

[man coughs]

I was buried alive once.

Yeah, I remember.

I was in a box.

I was underground for three hours.

And that box is now…

the second-most
frightening place I've ever been.

Hey!

Can I help you?

Yeah, are you Mr. Gianopolous?

You health inspectors?

Homicide.

Oh! Hey!

It's okay, they're only from Homicide!

[laughs] You scared
the bejeezus out of me.

Are you the, uh, Hot Dog Czar?

Ehr-- my father was Frankie Gianopolous,

and he was the original Czar.

And I was the-- the Duke of Dogs.

And then, when he passed away--

Oh. [groans] Oh.

[groans] Hold on.

-[groans]
-Oh, my God, are you okay?

[gasps]

No.

No, I'm fine.

Oh, boy, I'm fine.

Oh, that happens to me
three or four times a week.

My doctor can't figure it out.

Really? His doctor can't figure it out.

Anyway, when my old man passed,

I inherited his kingdom, so to speak.

You hungry?

Yeah, yeah, sure.
I'll take one. I love hot dogs.

Oh, yeah, yeah, take all you want.

We take care of our friends in blue,

and they take care of us.

Mmm. Boy, that's good.

What is that, beef or pork?

We use "meat."

Why-- why do you say it like that?

Uh, we are required
by law to put it in quotes.

Yeah. Mr. Dog--

Mr. Dog Czar,

we-- we're looking
for Councilwoman Eileen Hill.

She's been missing for two days.

I heard about that. It was on the news.

I can't help you.

When was the last time you saw her?

Oh, it was, like, three weeks ago--

a month, uh--

[gags, coughs]

No, they're good.

Uh, she did call me on Monday morning

and said she was coming over,
but she never showed up.

Which was fine with me. [chuckles]

You don't like her?

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

I would say I hate her.

Hate.

And every vendor here
feels exactly the same way.

She wants to regulate us to death.

She wants us to wear gloves.

-And to put lids on the condiment trays.
-Lids!

And to change the water
in the pots every other day.

And what's wrong with that?

Uh, these dogs are like a fine wine.

They need to simmer.

The simmering. That's the secret.

Yeah, the simmering.

See, the "meat" has-- has to simmer.

Anyway, yeah, she never called to cancel.

She never showed up. That's all I know.

Yeah, maybe… she did show up.

And maybe you had an altercation.

And… maybe you hit her.

And maybe… you killed her.

Maybe we're gonna have
to get a search warrant

and tear this place apart.

You go right ahead and be my guest.

Believe me…

if I did what you are accusing me of,

I wouldn't just leave
her body lying around.

She would be somewhere
where no one would find her.

She would be gone.

Have a good day.

You hear what he said?

Yeah, some place we'd never find her.

Mysterious.

-Randy, think about it.
-I don't know.

Maybe bury her in some park somewhere.

Gah, I could eat
a million of these things.

[groans softly]

Mmm.

[quirky suspenseful music playing]

There you are.

Oh, thank God you're here.

-Is that straight?
-Yeah, it is.

-No, the left side?
-No, it's perfect.

-I don't think so.
-It's perfection.

-You're blind.
-Look, I talked to the captain.

He just looked at the surveillance tapes.

He said Eileen Hill
never went near that warehouse.

Plus, the hot dog guy
passed a polygraph test.

Looks like a dead end.

Yeah, it probably is.

He'll still have to answer to God
for that "meat" he's been serving, though.

[sighs] Maybe the pole is crooked.

-How many of these did you make?
-A thousand.

And how many have you put up?

Uh, including this one…

one.

This'll be one.

You're offering a reward?

Look, I--

I have to find her.

There's gonna be another vote in two days.

I can't win without her.

And you want to make sure she's safe.

-What?
-And you wanna make sure she's safe.

Yeah-- yeah. Oh, yeah, yeah.

That too, yep.

Okay, that's-- that's good enough.

Let's go. Let's-- let's go, let's move on.

We're moving on.

[quirky music playing]

[sighs] God,
if they tear down that parking garage,

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

[Natalie] Don't worry, Mr. Monk.
Everything's gonna be fine.

She's out there somewhere.

We'll just keep looking. We'll find her.

So, uh, you want me to put this up?

Maybe in the waiting room.

I-- I think it might
upset some of my patients.

A lot of them are paranoid enough.

Well, wh-- what if I write
"she's probably okay" on the bottom?

Hmm. Maybe.

And by "maybe," you mean--

I mean--

-"No." I'm sorry.
-Yeah.

Adrian… you've been going back

to that parking garage for 11 years.

Ever since Trudy died.

That's right.

Mmm. You're there two--
maybe three times a month,

and the forensics people
have covered every inch of it.

So here's my question.

Do you believe--

I mean, do you really believe,

in your heart of hearts…

that there's evidence
in that parking garage…

you haven't found?

[sighs]

[melancholic music playing]

No.

Still, you're determined to save it.

There's a wall on the lower level.

It's a gray wall…

a-- and it says "B-5" in big, red letters.

Hmm. What about that wall?

It was the last thing that she saw.

I can't live without it.

All right.

Here's what I think.

I think you should let it go.

Let the children have their playground.

I can't.

No-- I think you can.

Five years ago, you probably couldn't.

But now, I think you're ready.

I'll never be ready.

That's why I have to find her.

They're going to vote
again tomorrow morning.

Without Councilwoman Hill,

it's three to three.

The new vote wouldn't count.

They'll tear it down.

You think she was murdered?

It's starting to look like it.

Well-- maybe she ran away.

Maybe she couldn't
stand all those meetings.

I mean-- I served on the City Council.

Not-- not here. When I lived in Tulsa.

I hated it.

The meetings were interminable.

After a few months, I--

I stopped going altogether.

Mmm. I used to send my secretary in

as-- as my proxy. [chuckles softly]

Is that legal?

It was in Tulsa.

[suspenseful music playing]

Proxy.

Adrian… you're standing up--

wh-- why don't you sit down?

I think you're a genius.

Okay, you can stand.

I'm gonna put you on hold,

if you get disconnected,
please don't call back.

-[phone rings]
-Oh, it's you again.

Yes, it is. It's me.

-Did you find her?
-Not yet.

Actually, I was--
I was looking for Ms. Grote.

I told you, she's not in.

-She's still not back?
-No, she's sick. She has pneumonia.

She won't be back for two weeks.

[sighing] Oh, God.

[quirky music playing]

[phone rings]

You're a staff member.

I mean, you're-- you're full-time, right?

-Why?
-You can vote at the hearing tomorrow.

You have the authority.

I don't think so.

No, no, no. It's in the bylaws.

Look.

"If a council member
is absent or incapacitated for any reason,

any member of his or her staff--"

[hums]

[door creaks]

[creaking continues]

[creaking continues]

[creaking continues]

It's… Maria, isn't it?

These are for you.

Why were you asking about Janet?

I--

I just wanted
to make sure she wasn't here,

'cause I didn't want her to,
you know, get jealous.

Are you interested…

in politics?

No.

Hmm, fascinating.

I like the way you think.

Are you, um--

are you, uh, busy for lunch,

or do you have a modeling job?

-I'm married.
-Yeah, no, I know, I know.

Strictly business.

There's a big vote tomorrow,

and I just-- just want you
to hear my side of it.

I only get 15 minutes,
so I usually just grab a hot dog.

Great, perfect.

Hot dog.

[quirky music playing]

And some sauerkraut.

Not too much.

That's too much.

A little more.

[softly] Thank you.

You're not hungry?

No-- uh, no, I'm fine. I ate… yesterday.

Three dollars.

[quirky music continues]

Oh, uh, let me get that.

It's no problem.

-Thanks a lot.
-Thank you.

It was a "pleasure" seeing you again.

I mean, a real "pleasure."

The "pleasure" was all mine.

All right, I get it.

So, Maria, how you holding up?

Oh, it's crazy up there.

Reporters keep calling. And detectives.

You don't have any clues
or… leads or anything?

Not yet, no.

She should've told me
she might be disappearing

-before she hired me.
-Uh-huh.

It's common courtesy.
She could've put it on the flyer.

There was a flyer?

Yeah, in my Lamaze class.
That's how I got the job.

-Really?
-[chuckles]

It was the easiest
job interview I ever had.

We talked for, like, five minutes.

Then she gave me a drug test,

-and that was it.
-Uh-huh.

Oh, I probably
shouldn't be eating these things.

Yeah.

If you ever meet my kid in,
like, 20 years, just don't tell him,

-okay?
-I promise.

So, Maria…

what do you think?

About what?

About the parking garage,

where-- where my wife died.

Can you believe they wanna tear it down?

Isn't that outrageous?

I guess.

Although, you know,
a playground would be nice,

for the kids.

Yeah, but-- they don't
really need a playground.

They can play in the parking garage.

It has ramps. God, kids love ramps, right?

That's true.

They can pretend
it's a fort or… pirate ship.

They can use their imaginations…

which, I think we need more of.

Hmm. Maybe.

Yeah, so if you agree,

all you have to do is go
to that hearing tomorrow,

and just--

raise your hand.

Just raise it up, okay?

Cast your vote for… imagination.

I don't know.

You want me to represent Ms. Hill,
but how do I know what she would do?

She told me.

We talked all about this.

She's on my side.

-Well, she never said anything to me.
-[sighs]

I just wish we could find her journals.

She used to write down
all her notes in a journal.

There's no journal.
At least, nobody's found it.

Did you check her apartment?

Yes, we've been there all week.

What about her other apartment?

She has two.

[quirky suspenseful music playing]

I can't believe the receptionist
knew about this place the whole time.

I know. She even had a key.

Why wouldn't she tell anybody?

Because nobody asked!

I'm telling you, Natalie,
the woman is so stupid,

it hurts me to talk to her.

Physically hurts me.

[sighing] Oh.

Do you see a journal anywhere?

She supposedly kept a journal.

Huh.

Looks like she had some roommates.

A cheerleader…

a French maid.

Wait.

Oh, you know what?

They weren't roommates, Natalie, this…
this is a love nest. That's what it is.

You think?

This is one of those
love nests you read about.

Yeah, but for who? That's the question.

Who was she meeting?

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, my God!

-What? What is it?
-Nothing. It's nothing.

Mr. Monk…

don't open that drawer, do you understand?

Whatever happens, whatever you do…

don't ever, ever, ever…

ever…

ever, ever, ever,

ever,

ever, ever, ever,

ever open that drawer!

What if there's a clue?
What if it could solve the case?

-I don't care!
-Okay, I won't.

[suspenseful music continues]

All righty. The plot thickens.

Now what?

She was pregnant.

[tense music playing]

Is it-- is it her?

Yeah, it's definitely the councilwoman.

Her family just ID'ed the body.

Mr. Monk, I'm so sorry.

Yeah, me too.

I know about the zoning thing.

I know you were counting on her.

The M.E. says she's…

been in the bay since Monday night,

probably dumped off
the Vinton Street pier.

Where those German tourists were killed?

I hate that pier!

So what do we do now?

We do what we do.

Sign on the door says "Homicide."

Come on.

So we don't know who, we don't know where,

we don't know why, but we do know how.

She was strangled… with this.

A very fancy necktie.

[Natalie] Chalmers of London.

Yep, very high end.

They don't even sell these in the States.

Let's start here.

Wouldn't it be easier to get some DNA

and try to find the father?

There is no father.

She was pregnant.

Nope, she wasn't.

But we found those pregnancy tests

in her apartment,
and they were all positive.

We told Dr. Kay what you had found.

We had him check twice,

and the councilwoman was not pregnant.

Not even close.

Okay, wait, I don't understand.

I-- you know, this was her love nest.

No one else lived there.

Why should she have
somebody else's home pregnancy test?

Is this her handbag?

Yeah, we found that tangled in the rope.

So then…

-this… has to be her journal.
-[Stottlemeyer] Yep.

-Can I get a copy of the contents?
-Already done.

This is it.

This is all I need.

-A-ha!
-You solved the case?

What? Oh, no, not that.

Come on, Natalie, we can still make it.

-W-- where you going?
-City Hall.

[quirky music playing]

As you all know,
we lost a dear friend this week.

Eileen Hill's body was
discovered earlier this morning.

Let us pray that the San Francisco police

catch her killer

and bring him or her to justice.

Or… if they don't catch him,

let us pray that Eileen's murder

was the work of a random nut job,

or… frustrated ex-boyfriend,

and not some kind of a masked vigilante

who, for some reason,
has a personal vendetta

against the City Council,

and is determined to slaughter us,

one member at a time,

picking us off when we least expect it,

using a different,
yet somehow appropriate method

for each of his grisly killings.

Amen.

So, let's get started.

Uh… Maria Schecter is joining us.

She'll be acting as Eileen's proxy.

I see you're well prepared.

Yes, this is her journal,
so I know what she was thinking,

and… and how she'd want me to vote.

Adrian Monk even
underlined all the important stuff,

and even made little arrows.

[chuckles]

[Harold] How nice for you.

Well, let's get right to it.

We have some old business.

Resolution 12-B.

We will be voting yet again

on whether to… preserve
or demolish the parking garage

on Somerset Avenue.

By a show of hands,

all those in favor
of demolishing the garage,

and replacing it
with a beautiful, long-overdue

neighborhood playground and park.

Three.

All those opposed…

to the children's playground?

[soft quirky music playing]

[scoffs softly]

Democracy in action.
It's a beautiful thing.

I'm not sure it's exactly what
the Founding Fathers had in mind.

I can't believe I won!

I-- I can't remember
the last time I won anything.

Did you see Harold's face?

Oh, that was the sweetest part.

There he is, there he is.

[whispering] Mr. Monk.

Who wants to shake my hand?

I'll shake anybody's hand.

-No wipes, no wipes, limited time offer.
-[chuckles]

Harold?

No? Paul?

I'll take you up on that.

Congratulations, Mr. Monk.

The shrine to your beloved
late Trudy's still intact,

and I still have my parking space.

-Yeah.
-[Crawford] All's right with the world.

-[laughing] Yeah.
-Congratulations, Adrian. Well played.

Thank you, Harold.

I feel like celebrating.

How do people celebrate?

Take your friends to the nearest bar,
and buy them some very expensive wine.

-There's one across the street.
-I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna do it.

Who's with me? Who's gonna come?

It's my treat.

-Wait a minute, who said that?
-Who said--

-Did I say that? [laughs]
-[laughing] I don't know.

-Harold?
-Mmm.

-No? Paul?
-I'll catch up to you.

[Monk] Great, great. Maria, let's go.

I can't go, obviously.

Ah, I understand.
Well, thanks for everything.

And I'll talk to you later.

[suspenseful music playing]

You can't drink… because you're pregnant.

Duh.

Can I help you?

You're the guy.

Pardon me?

You killed the councilwoman.

You were her sex lover.

And you killed her.

Oh, my God!

Why on earth would I--

Why? To shut her up.

To save your marriage.

You knew you'd never be able
to explain-- a pregnant girlfriend.

Pregnant girlfriend?

I read the coroner's report, Mr. Monk.

-Eileen wasn't pregnant.
-That's right.

She wasn't. But you thought she was.

The day she disappeared,
Lieutenant Disher asked you

if Eileen had been drinking.
Do you remember what you said?

Had she been drinking?

No, no, no. She wouldn't be drinking now.

"She wouldn't be drinking now."

Why did you phrase it like that?

Only one reason:
you thought she was pregnant.

You don't like
the way I phrased an answer?

What kind of evidence is that?

Actually… the key piece of evidence

was right in front of me the whole time.

It was her.

Me? What--

I don't know how I could've missed it.

Eileen Hill was
a well-educated professional woman.

She was an adult.

This woman, on the other hand, is a dolt.

-Adult, dolt. Adult, dolt. Adult, dolt--
-Mr. Monk, she's right here.

She knows she's an idiot.

She can't even answer a phone.

Have you ever tried
talking to her? It's torture.

Question: why would
Eileen Hill hire a moron like that?

The answer is simple and heart breaking.

To convince you that she was pregnant.

To manipulate you,
to get you to leave your wife.

She needed to have a home pregnancy test

come out positive.

And for that, she needed pregnant urine.

[Crawford] Pregnant urine?

[Monk] That's why
she advertised in a Lamaze class.

She needed to hire a pregnant woman,

so she could give her a drug test.

It was all about the drug test.

It's the only possible reason
why Eileen Hill-- or anyone--

would hire this person.

Wait-- he doesn't mean it.

Of course, you did have some trouble

when you were dumping the body.

You drove to the pier.

You thought you were alone.

But there were
a couple of tourists nearby.

Did they see you? Did they take a picture?

You probably weren't sure,
but you couldn't take a chance.

Still waiting for some proof, Mr. Monk.

Real evidence.

You mean, like this?

Chalmers of London.

Imported.

Custom made.

Just like the one
that was around Eileen Hill's neck.

Sheriff.

Mr. Crawford,

would you come with us, please?

Yeah.

[quirky music playing]

Looks like we have
two reasons to celebrate.

-Jeez.
-Come on.

[Maria] A dolt?

Sorry?

Is that what you think?

After I came down here and voted for you

and helped save
your stupid parking garage?

You think I'm an idiot?

I-- I-- I didn't say that.

Yes, you did. Like, 20 times.

You said I was a moron,

and that the only reason
anyone would hire me

was for my pee.

Okay, Maria. [chuckles]

I'm sorry. I got excited.

People say things when they get excited.

I can say things too.
I'm changing my vote.

-What?
-Yeah. I'm changing my vote.

-What?
-I want the playground,

not the parking garage.

Okay, wait a second, you can't--

Harold, she can't do that.

It's too late, right?

In point of fact,
it's not too late at all.

This is only a recess.

The meeting hasn't
been officially adjourned,

so the vote isn't final.

-Harold--
-Read the bylaws.

-I read the bylaws!
-Well, read them again.

Let's reconvene the meeting.

We're gonna be voting again.

Uh, for the record,
I don't think you're a dolt.

Maria.

Your boss looks pretty depressed.

May I suggest
that you call his new therapist?

-What was his name again?
-Dr. Bell.

Dr. Bell. See you in the waiting room.

-Nice work.
-[whispering] Sorry. I'm sorry.

[melancholy music playing]

[Natalie] You okay?

[melancholy music continues]

[cheers, applause]

[sentimental music playing]

[theme music playing]