All language subtitles for Monk_S08E05_Mr. Monk Takes the Stand.English (CC)

Here's what happened.

You were in the middle
of a very messy, very expensive divorce,

and you wanted to get rid of your wife.

That is absurd.
Do I have to listen to this?

Yes, you do.

What you needed was an alibi.

First, you ordered
a two-ton slab of marble.

Then you went to work,

but you weren't sculpting
just another statue.

You were sculpting
an alibi, a perfect alibi.

You had it all worked out,

-down to the last detail.
-[man] Hold it!

Hold it! Don't say another word.

Excuse me, sir,
this is a private conversation.

Yeah, this conversation's over,
unless you want to talk to me,

but I cannot promise
that I would listen, Detective.

And you are?

I'm Harrison Powell.
I'm Mr. Gildea's attorney.

I just moved up from Los Angeles.
And you must be Mr. Adrian Monk.

I saw your profile on In Focus.
Very impressive.

Thank you. I was just explaining to…

Yeah, why don't you tell it to the judge?
We're denying everything categorically.

Okay? Have a nice day.
Come on, Evan. Let's go.

You look like a man who could use a drink.

Evan, let's go.
They can't keep you here. It's okay.

Harrison, it's too late.
They know everything.

-They have all this evidence against me.
-No, they have no evidence against you.

They have nothing, okay?

You're an innocent man
that's unjustly accused.

And I'm gonna prove all that
when we get to court.

Harrison, it's Adrian Monk.
He's never lost a case in his life.

Neither have I. This'll be great.

["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 ♪

-Good morning.
-Hey!

And in this corner,
District Attorney Charles Friedken.

How you feeling, champ?

Are you guys ready?
Did you all do your homework?

Charlie, relax,
we've testified at a hundred trials.

-A hundred and twelve.
-Well, I'm just making sure.

Now, did everyone review
the grand jury transcripts

and the follow-up reports?

Mr. Friedken, don't worry.
They can do this in their sleep.

In fact, on at least two occasions,
Lieutenant Disher has.

Well, nobody's sleeping today.

Harrison Powell is the prince of darkness,
so be careful up there.

Don't volunteer anything.

If you don't remember something,
just say you don't remember.

He's guilty, right?

So was OJ.

Hey, speak of the devil.

Devil appears. Gentlemen. Ms. Teeger.

Mr. Gildea, that's a nice suit.
I wonder how you'll look in pinstripes.

Harrison, my offer's still on the table.
This is your last chance.

Here's my final offer to you.

You drop the case,
make a public apology to my client,

you save the taxpayers money.

I'm offering you a gift, Charlie.

You can keep the police from looking
like chimpanzees with guns.

[laughs]

Okay, I'll see you all inside.
Under oath this time.

And I hate you.

"Chimpanzees with guns."

Charlie, don't sweat it.

-He's all talk.
-No, but…

Captain Stottlemeyer, could you describe
the events of October 2 for the jury?

Yes, sir. Approximately 8:00 a.m.,
my team and I responded

to a suspicious death call
at 104 Pickens Drive.

The housekeeper had discovered the body.

Who had died?

Nancy Gildea.

[Natalie] Nancy Gildea.
I was just reading about her.

-She was married to that famous artist.
-Evan Gildea. They were separated.

Very separated.
I guess these are some of his.

Oh, this is amazing.
Look at that. It's perfect.

Mr. Monk, that's a display stand.
The art is out here.

Oh. Well, that's junk.

Well, the M.E. says
she's been dead about 12 hours.

Mm-hmm, so that's
about eight o'clock last night.

Yes, sir.
Looks like a straight-up break-in.

Punches a hole through this window.

Opens the door from the inside.
She wakes up. They fight.

He takes that statue from here,
hits her once, base of the skull…

Medulla oblongata. Killed her instantly.

Nah, I don't think so.
That hole's pretty small.

I don't think anyone could fit
their hand through there.

Sure they could.

And did you determine
whether Monk was right?

Yes, sir.

Uh, Lieutenant Disher ran
the field test to be certain.

[Disher] Ow. [groaning] Ow, ow, ow.

Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt.

I saw Lieutenant Disher
in the hall before the trial.

I couldn't help but notice
both of his hands were bandaged.

Uh, yes, ma'am. Um, he wanted to be sure,

so he tried it again with the other arm.

He tried it again?

He's very thorough.

[hiccups]

-Oh.
-I'm sorry.

-[hiccups]
-Oh, my God.

-I can't help it.
-Drink some water.

I… I tried. It's not working.
Maybe if you scared me.

Natalie, if you hiccup again,
I'm gonna take Randy's gun and shoot you.

-That worked.
-You're welcome.

Oh, wow.

No way. Rudy? Hey, Rudy!

Rudy… Hey, this is Rudy Smith
from the Big Buddy program.

I used to be his mentor.

Hey, man, how are you doing?
You know, I was just thinking about you.

This kid was trouble
with a capital T back in the day.

-Hey, remember how we met?
-He caught me spray-painting.

Oh, yeah, I caught him
spray-painting police cars.

Made him work it off five days
a week for a month, huh?

A little bit of tough love.

What you doing here? You a lawyer now?
A little Doogie Howser thing going on?

Smith, let's go. Van's downstairs.

Let's go.

Wait. Detective. Hey, wait! Detective.

-What did he do?
-He robbed a store and killed the clerk.

Murder one. Let's go.

Captain, when did you
first suspect Evan Gildea

was responsible for his wife's murder?

Well, actually, that was Adrian Monk.

See, um, Monk was looking around
at the art at the victim's house,

and, uh, he noticed something.

-He hit her with this?
-Apparently.

Why didn't he use this one?

The fight started here.

I would have grabbed this.

It's heavy enough.
It would have been perfect.

Instead, he crossed
all the way over there.

"EG." Evan Gildea.

So Monk figured that Mr. Gildea,

not wanting to destroy
one of his own pieces of art,

grabbed the other statue.

And that's when you began
to focus on the defendant.

Yes, sir, that's correct.

-Thank you, Captain.
-You're welcome.

Your witness.

[clears throat]

That's a great story,
Captain Stottlemeyer.

I won't take up too much of your time.
I just have a few questions.

Your consultant Mr. Monk,
is he a trained psychologist?

No, no, but he's a lot smarter
than any psychologist I've ever met.

Well, yeah, he would have to be,

having never met my client,
to know that my client

would not use his own statue
as a murder weapon.

That was just a theory.

A theory that led us
to a substantial amount of other evidence.

Okay, we'll get to that other "evidence"
a little bit later.

I would like to know,
if we could just back up for a little bit,

how was Mr. Monk able to divine
where the fight started?

-Where the fight started?
-Where it started.

How did he know, for example,

the fight did not start in,
say, the foyer?

Um…

I'll have to consult my notes.

Were you there when the fight started,
Captain Stottlemeyer?

-No.
-Was your friend Adrian Monk there

when the fight started,
Captain Stottlemeyer?

No, he was not.

Isn't it possible, Captain Stottlemeyer,

isn't it possible that the fight
could have started in the foyer?

-Yes, it's possible--
-Good job. I think we're done.

Let's move on to something else, shall we?

[Disher exhales]

-Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

Not you.

Uh, it's just this kid. Rudy.
I really thought he turned a corner.

-Well, you said he had problems.
-Shoplifting.

Like, a couple of fights,
but nothing like this.

I promised his grandmother
I'd look out for him.

She made me promise.

[door opens]

Hey. How'd it go?

Give me a sec.

[exhales and sighs]

[sighs again]

-You're sweating.
-He's tough.

-Your tie's wet.
-What happened in there?

He's tough. That's what happened.
He kept coming at me like Muhammad Ali.

Boom-boom-boom-boom.

-[opens the door]
-[officer] Adrian Monk?

You're up.

Monk, be careful in there.
Don't give him any openings.

Leland. I'm fine. Evan Gildea is the guy.

We both know he's the guy,

and in 20 minutes,
the jury's gonna know it too.

[clicks]

[clicks]

And so I concluded
that Mr. Gildea had the means,

motive… and the opportunity
to murder his wife.

I have no further questions.

Mr. Monk, on behalf
of the people of San Francisco,

I want to thank you
for sharing your opinion.

It's not my opinion.

It's what happened.

-Your witness.
-Oh.

Mr. Monk, I too would like to thank you
for a lifetime of service.

You're welcome.

If you don't mind,
it won't take much time,

I'd like to review your testimony.

-What part?
-All of it.

Every syllable actually.

Let's start with your trip
to Santa Barbara.

You said that happened
the day after the murder?

That's correct. As I said.

We drove down
to Mr. Gildea's studio the next morning.

We spoke to a local police sergeant,
Sergeant Carney.

-What do you got, Sergeant?
-I was here at 9:00 this morning

after you called.

-I told him about his wife.
-How'd he take it?

Seemed pretty shaken up.

What do you mean "seemed"?
Was he faking it?

You tell me. He's right inside.

Uh… wipes. Plural. Plural wipes.

-Wipes.
-Okay.

-It's a dust factory in here.
-Mr. Monk, he's a sculptor.

-It's part of his job.
-It's no excuse.

Evan Gildea!

Hello, we're with the San Francisco
Police Department.

Then what are you doing here?

Why aren't you looking for
the son of a bitch that killed my wife?

-We are.
-Who's this?

This is Adrian Monk.
He's consulting with us.

Mr. Gildea, where were you
last night around nine o'clock?

I was here all night. I was working.

-Were you alone?
-No.

I was with her.

[emits a strange, high-pitched noise]

[reenacts the strange, high-pitched noise]

Mr. Monk, are you okay?

I'm fine.

-You were making a noise.
-I don't think so.

Could you read that back, please?

Witness: The defendant removed
a sheet revealing a naked…

[reenacts the strange, high-pitched noise]

Are you nervous, Mr. Monk?

-I'm fine.
-You were describing the statue.

I'm not gonna win any
husband-of-the-year awards, I admit that,

but I did not kill Nancy.

I never get violent.

If I get angry,
I take it out on the stone.

Besides, it's just not possible.
It's not physically possible.

I was here all night. Ask Sergeant Carney.

I was finishing up
when he came in this morning.

Your Honor, I would like
to introduce to the court

defense exhibit A.

Is this the statue that you saw
in Mr. Gildea's studio?

-Yes.
-Mr. Monk,

the statue is my client's alibi.

It's important that you take a look at it.

In fact, the statue is the single
most important piece of evidence

in this entire case,
and you can't even look at it!

I got the gist of it.

Whoa-whoa, I'm sorry,
he got the gist of the evidence.

I got the gist of the… head and the…

upper… head area.

She's your grandmother. She loves you.

I don't want to see her.
Not now. Not like this.

At least call her, okay?

Look at me.

You gonna call her?

[Disher sighs]

-So how's your lawyer?
-She's okay.

Rudy, what happened? Look.

-Was it my fault?
-Your fault?

Yeah, I was your Big Buddy.
I was supposed to look out for you.

And I should have said,
"Rudy, don't kill anybody."

I didn't kill anybody.

I talked to the DA. I know what you did.

Randy, I swear. I messed up.

I went in there,
I robbed the place, I admit it.

I took 30 bucks from the cash register

and grabbed a gold chain from the lady.

Then I split.

She was alive when I left.

[suspenseful music playing]

Thirty bucks from the register.

You grabbed a chain?

You told the cops that?

It's not in here.

Guess you guys aren't perfect.

Hey… look what I found.

Our friendship bracelets.

Put it on.

I remember when we made these.

Remember what we said?

I remember.

We promised each other
that we wouldn't lie to each other.

So I'm gonna ask you one time.

Did you kill that woman, Rudy?

Randy… I swear.

I didn't do it.

[creaking]

Is there a problem with the microphone?

There is a small kink
in the microphone, Your Honor.

You'll thank me later.

[pounding]

[high-pitched noise from microphone]

[creaks]

There it is.

You're welcome. [scoffs]

Mr. Monk, I'm sure you're aware
that in this court

we've had not one, not two,
but three art experts.

They have all examined this sculpture.

They've all agreed
it would take at least 12 hours

to sculpt a piece like this.

That's true. At first, it looked
like the perfect alibi.

All right, is that better?

Thank you.

Mr. Gildea, how do we know
when you sculpted this?

I mean, it could have been last week.

-Or last year.
-Here's how you know.

She was carved from a two-ton slab
of Belgian gray marble

that was delivered yesterday at 5:00 p.m.

Here's the receipt.

You can call the quarry yourself.

But how do we know this is
the same slab of Belgian gray marble?

You could have sculpted
the… the… the… the… the… the…

-Nude.
-The nude statue

out of a different slab.

And when that marble
was delivered yesterday,

all you had to do was hide it.

Hide it?

You think I hid a two-ton slab of marble?

[laughing] That's fantastic.

Where is it, Detective?
Is it underneath the couch?

[mysterious music playing]

Thank you very much
for your time, Mr. Gildea.

Sorry about your wife.

You understand, we always need
to speak to the husband,

especially in a case like this.

-Of course.
-The clock.

Excuse me?

The clock in your studio
was 20 minutes slow.

And that popsicle is half-melted.

So your freezer
must have been off for a while.

You… you blew a fuse.

A fuse? Wait, you're right.

I remember. I was plugging in
my coffee maker…

No. No, no, no, no.

No, it wasn't a coffee maker.
You were using something much bigger.

There's a heavy duty extension cord
in there.

It is the only thing in your studio
not covered with dust.

You were using some… some kind of tool.

A jackhammer.

You killed her,
you drove back here this morning,

you chopped up all of the marble
with the jackhammer

before Sergeant Carney arrived.

It wouldn't have taken you
more than an hour.

-I chopped it all up?
-You're in the middle of nowhere.

-Nobody would have heard you.
-And then what? Where did I put it?

Two tons of marble.
Oh, oh, maybe I ate it.

No. No, you didn't eat it.

We're standing on it.

And he took the two tons of marble,
and he spread it across his driveway?

That's right.

And you're a detective, Mr. Monk.
You're not a science fiction writer?

No, I am not… a writer.

That's too bad. I think
you might've missed your calling, Monk.

[laughter]

Objection, Your Honor.

-Argumentative.
-Sustained.

Let's bring it in.

Your Honor, I would like to introduce
to the court defense exhibit B.

This is a sample of the gravel
taken from my client's driveway.

Now, Mr. Monk,
if what you're saying is correct,

then all of these pieces
could have come from the same slab.

Therefore, they should all fit together
like a giant jigsaw puzzle.

-Isn't that right?
-In theory.

In theory?

You want to send my client to jail
for the rest of his life on a theory?

No, wait. No, no, no.
I'm so-- I… I misspoke. It…

It's not a theory.

It's what happened, okay. He's the guy.

Okay, well, let's see if you're right.

Let's see if this piece
matches this piece.

Do these two go together? No.

How about this one? Nope.

How about this one? No.

-How about this one?
-Objection.

[pounding]

Order in this court.

Who is that woman?

That woman, Your Honor,
is the witness's nurse.

No, she is not my nurse, Your Honor.

She is my assistant.
My nurse left five years ago.

Well, we're all very sorry
to hear about that, Mr. Monk.

[laughter]

Objection!

To what?

To… to what I… said…

Mr. Monk, you are testifying.

You cannot object to your own testimony.

Why do you need a nurse, Mr. Monk?

Objection. Immaterial.

Mr. Monk said he needed a nurse.

[Judge] I'll allow it.

Answer the question.

[sighs]

I had a breakdown ten years ago
after the death of my wife.

That was the same time
you left the police force?

Could you please explain to us

the exact circumstances
of your departure from the police force?

[mumbling]

[softly] Psychiatric discharge.

I can't hear you, Mr. Monk.

It was a psychiatric discharge.

We're all very sorry for your loss,
Detective Monk…

Excuse me, former Detective Monk.

Former Detective Monk,
I'm sure you would do anything

to impress the commissioner
to get your badge back.

Objection. Mr. Monk is not on trial.

It establishes credibility, Your Honor.

Overruled.

Former Detective Monk, isn't it true

that the only way you could get reinstated

is to be appearing
to be solving a high-profile case?

A high-profile case just like this one.

Appearing to solve, no.
I… I did not appear to solve anything.

I solved the case.
I solved it. He's the guy.

He is the guy. He chopped it
all up with a jackhammer.

Where is the jackhammer?

He had all morning to get rid of it.

Okay, look, it's so obv…

And these pieces do fit together.

I'll show you. Okay? Here, look.

This one… goes with…

This one.

Okay, wait a sec.

All right, look. All right. Wait a second.

Hold that one.

While this one… uh, not that one…

This one. That one…

[rifling through the fragments]

[whispering] This one.

Not that one.

[rifling through the fragments]

How do you find the defendant?

We find the defendant not guilty.

[positive exclamations]

[tense music playing]

This verdict isn't gonna bring Nancy back.

Nothing can do that.

But it did restore my faith
in the American legal system.

It's the best legal system in the world.

At least it was today.

It's my fault.

Don't beat yourself up.
You can't win 'em all.

The gravel and the microphone.
What was I thinking?

Hey, you had a hell of a run.
Nobody goes undefeated forever.

-What happens now?
-Oh, nothing happens now. It's over.

Mr. Gildea can never be tried again.

He's right. It's called double jeopardy.

-How do you sleep at night?
-Like a baby.

In a real expensive bed.
Thanks for asking, though.

Oh, and, Detective?

-Lieutenant.
-Lieutenant.

You're wrong. Some people
do go undefeated forever.

[giggles]

And I still hate you.

[Monk] That's weird.

-What's that?
-The taillights.

On Evan Gildea's car.

They don't match. One is brighter.

We can't arrest him for that.
Give it up, buddy.

It's over. They beat us.

[applause]

We are almost out of time, so I want
to thank our guest Harrison Powell.

His book is called Undefeated:
The Harrison Powell Story,

and do you have a card
in case I get in trouble?

You know, a speeding ticket or something?

You know, Shaun, for you,
as a matter of fact, I do.

Oh, okay, for any criminal
in San Francisco,

this is basically
a get-out-of-jail-free card, isn't it?

Because you are a regular Mr. Monopoly.

[laughing] I guess I am.

[both laughing]

I've made a decision.

I'm quitting.

I'm not taking any more cases.

I'm sorry to hear that, Adrian.

Is it because of the TV interview?

What interview?

Harrison Powell was on TV last night.
You… you didn't see it?

Did he mention me?

I don't remember.

You don't remember?
How long was the interview?

About ten minutes.

You saw a ten-minute interview
on TV last night,

and you don't remember
if my name was mentioned?

All right, he might have mentioned
your name.

[chuckles]

I should have known.
You're a very good detective.

Yes, I am a good detective.

But I'm a terrible witness,
which is why I'm quitting.

Adrian, setbacks like the one
you just experienced are a part of life.

You could argue
they're the most important part of…

You don't understand. A killer…

A stone-cold killer is back
on the street because of me.

Because that lawyer Harrison Powell
ripped me apart on the witness stand.

You weren't there.
He… he dismantled me. I was helpless.

-I understand.
-And it's going to happen again.

What's to prevent it?

I'll solve another case,
and then somebody else will be arrested,

and all they have to do
is hire Harrison Powell.

It's like he has one
of those get-out-of-jail-free cards.

You know, it's funny you mention it.

That's exactly…

Never mind.

I'm a liability now. I'm the weak link.

Believe me… I'm doing the city a favor.

All right, before you decide,
let me tell you a little story.

No, there's nothing you can say.
My mind is made up.

Uh, just hear me out. Please.

Is this a long story?

-No.
-Is it a parable?

No. No.

As you know, I went to college
on a baseball scholarship.

Now, there was a pitcher
in the league named Scotty Hunt,

who was my nemesis.

All right, he had this sinking curveball.
I mean, I… I couldn't touch it.

He struck me out 15 times in a row.

-Okay, this is a parable.
-It's not a parable.

-If it's anything, it's an allegory.
-Okay, I'm quitting.

No, let… Please let me finish.

Please. I… Now I considered giving up.

Then I decided, no, no, no,
I'm not just gonna roll over.

I'm not gonna let this jerk ruin
everything I worked so hard for.

So I went to school on the guy.
I studied him.

I looked for his weakness.
And I realized he had a tell.

He was tipping his curveball.

-Uh-huh.
-So, last game of the season,

I'm at bat, bases loaded,
we're down by three,

I saw the tell.

I'm looking for the curveball.

And I nailed it
right field fence, grand slam.

We went on to win the playoffs.

I don't want to be rude.
Is that the end of the allegory?

Yes, it is.

I'm quitting.

Hey, what are you doing?

Oh, these are my old case files.

I'm organizing them by date,

and then cross-referencing them
by name of the suspect.

The yellow folders
indicate multiple victims.

-And what are you gonna do with them?
-I'm gonna burn them.

-You can't quit, Mr. Monk.
-Already have.

Mr. Monk, there's a case,
a very important case.

Nobody else can handle it.

I know what you're trying to do,
Natalie, but it won't work.

-My mind's made up.
-She's not asking, Monk. I am.

It's Rudy, my little buddy.

You remember the kid from the courthouse?

The DA just announced
that they want to try him as an adult.

The kid's looking at 25 years.

This is very important to you, isn't it?

Then you don't want me anywhere near it.

And you know what happened.

That last case came crashing
down around me.

Mr. Monk, we want to show you
the crime scene.

Come with us. It'll take 20 minutes.
Maybe you'll see something.

You can't say no.

Well, you can, but you can't.

I can, but I can't? I don't understand.

You don't, but you do.

[sighs]

He confessed.

To robbing the store.

-He confessed?
-Not to the murder.

Randy, you know the law.

If I go with you and I see something,
then I might have to testify about it.

And if I accuse someone,
they could hire this Powell guy.

They probably will.

Well, I'm willing to take that chance.

Why?

Because he didn't do it.

[doorbell chimes]

-An auto parts store.
-It's a family business.

It's been closed since the murder,
so the scene is pretty much intact.

Natalie, you be the owner.
You're behind the counter.

She was older.

Pretend I'm older.

-Fine. So pretend she's older.
-Okay.

All right, Rudy parks out back,
comes inside the store,

he looks around and pretends to shop.

And it's just Rudy and the woman.

-No other witnesses?
-He can't remember.

He thinks there might have been
another car parked out back.

Maybe there was somebody else inside.

-That's not much help.
-I know, Monk.

-I mean, he was scared to death.
-Okay.

So he comes over to the counter
and asks for change.

"May I have some change?"
She opens the register.

She opens the register.

[beep]

He grabs the cash,
grabs her gold necklace,

bolts out the door.

He didn't hit her or shove her.

No, he swears that he didn't touch her.

I mean, the body was right
over here in the corner

with the murder weapon beside it.

It was a tire iron from the shelf.

So it was spur-of-the-moment.

He didn't plan on killing anyone,

or he would have brought
a weapon with him.

Ooh, ooh, Mr. Monk, good point.

Although a good lawyer…
Harrison Powell, for example…

might say Rudy didn't have
to bring a weapon with him

because he knew there'd be something
like a tire iron in the store.

"It is an auto parts store,
isn't it, former Detective Monk?"

"Have you ever been
inside an auto parts store,

former Detective Monk?"

"Do you even own a car,
former Detective Monk?"

-Mr. Monk, what are you doing?
-"Oh, that's right."

"They won't give you a license.
Isn't that true, former Detective Monk?"

"Objection!" "Order in the…"

-What's the use?
-Mr. Monk, come on, come on.

You gotta forget about Harrison Powell.
You gotta keep going. Come on, come on.

Do the hand… Do the hand thing.
Go on, go on. You got it, you got it.

There's a camera?

Yeah, but the recorder's empty.

Which means the killer
must have taken the tape.

But your friend Rudy is short.
He's, what, only about 5'4"?

5'4" and a quarter.

Well, he couldn't have reached that shelf.

There's no stepping stool.

"He didn't need a stepping stool,
former Detective Monk."

"There are hundreds of things here
he could have stood on."

"Why are you crying,
former Detective Monk?"

"Why don't you stop wasting everybody's
time and get the hell out of here?!"

Objection, badgering…

yourself.

Overruled.

Mr. Monk, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on. Look at me. Look at me!

You have to get this lawyer
out of your head.

You're not thinking straight.
Come on, Randy. Keep reading.

Okay, let's see. Uh,
"There's $30 missing from the register."

"She was struck once
in the back of the skull,

-medulla oblongata."
-Wait, wait.

-She was only hit once?
-Yeah, she died instantly.

That's exactly
how Nancy Gildea was killed.

-Monk, you're right.
-Yeah.

When did this happen? What was the date?

October 1st.

About 10:00 p.m.?

Yeah. That's right. How did you know that?

[Natalie] Mr. Monk.

Shh.

[suspenseful music playing]

Mr. Monk, what are you looking for?

This.

If you're trying to scare me,
you can forget it.

I was acquitted, remember?
Jury of my peers.

This isn't about your wife, Mr. Gildea.

This is about Sarah Paddock.

Different murder. Different case.

Who?

She was the woman at the auto parts store
you murdered when you were leaving town.

That was her name.

[Monk on speaker] Sarah Paddock.

It's okay. Just take your time.

I'm not sure. I'm sorry.

[Evan on speaker] I… I read about that.

The auto store.
I thought you caught that kid.

There was a young man in the store.

He robbed the place,
he grabbed a few bucks,

but he didn't kill anyone.

Here's what happened.

-What?
-Nothing.

It just feels good to say that again,
especially to him.

Here's what happened.

You drove to San Francisco,

and you murdered your wife, no matter what

the jury said, you murdered your wife.

But as you were leaving,
you had a problem.

One of your taillights was burned out.

You couldn't risk driving home like that.

If the cops stopped you,
your alibi would be ruined.

There was an auto parts store
up the street.

You ran in to buy a new bulb.
You were gonna pay cash.

Nobody would ever know you were there.

[Stottlemeyer]
But your timing was terrible.

Oh, don't worry.
We've got everything on video.

[Monk] Now you had a bigger problem.

As soon as she reported it,

the cops would take a look
at the security tape…

[Stottlemeyer] And we'd see you
in the store three blocks away

from where your wife was killed,
and you couldn't afford that.

If it's all right with you,
I'm gonna wait for my attorney.

His name is Harrison Powell.
I think you might remember him.

Leland, he's in my head again.

No, Monk, he's actually… He's here.

Oh, thank God.

Uh, I've been brought up to speed.

I understand you found
a burnt-out taillight bulb

next to an auto parts store.

Congratulations,
former Detective Adrian Monk.

May I?

This, uh… this bulb
must fit, what, 50 models?

Thirty-one.

Thirty-one models.

Former Detective Adrian…

[chuckling] Monk, have you ever been
inside an auto parts store?

Do you… Do you even drive a car,
former Detective Monk?

Okay. Well, if you guys aren't gonna
charge my client with anything,

and I can tell
by the expressions on your faces

that you're not at all,

uh, you can turn that off
'cause we're hitting the road.

Let's go, fella. I'm double-parked.

The truth will come out, Powell.

Somehow, it always does.

Your client killed that woman.

When are you people
gonna stop hassling me?

I mean, you've got the real killer
right in front of you.

That dope-smoking, chain-snatching,
little thug right over there.

He killed her. Everybody knows it.

Whoa, whoa, excuse me. Wait a minute.

Hey, did you hear what he just said?

Yes, I did. I wonder why you're asking.

Did you hear what he just said?

I didn't say anything.

You just called that young man
"a chain-snatching,

dope-smoking little thug."

I was being kind.

How did you know
about the chain-snatching?

-He read it.
-It wasn't in the papers.

-It wasn't even in the police report.
-No, no, no, no, no, no.

There is only one possible way
he knew Rudy took that necklace.

You saw it happen.

It's called guilty knowledge.
And juries eat it up.

Mr. Gildea… you're under arrest.

Randy, would you like to do the honors?

My pleasure.

Yes. Yes.

Do you really want to go up
against me again, former Detective Monk?

Yes, I do. I'll see you on the ball field.

[laughs] The ball field?

I've seen your curveball.

I can hit it now.

Oh, I'm really looking forward to this.

No, you're not.

He is gonna rip me apart.

No, he's not.
Mr. Monk, you're gonna do great.

-You've seen his curveball.
-I don't even know what that means.

I can't believe I'm doing this again.

I'm proud of you.
You're getting back on the horse.

[Disher] Yeah, Monk.
Okay, a couple suggestions.

Uh, just a thought.
Maybe work on not crying…

I mean, quite so much
in front of the jury.

Okay, that… that's a good note.

Yeah, also, you can think
"mayday" all you want,

but it's probably a mistake
to yell the word "mayday"

-from the witness stand.
-Did I do that?

-Just a couple times.
-More than a couple times.

-I… I… I better write these down.
-Get you out of these cuffs.

-There are no timeouts.
-Right.

No do-overs.

-No heavy, heavy sweating.
-No, no, no…

We find the defendant guilty
of murder in the second degree.

[applause]

Mr. Powell, are you surprised?
What went wrong today?

-You gonna change the name of the book?
-No comment. Come on, guys.

Excuse me.

Go ahead. Say it.

It hurts, doesn't it?

[cameras clicking]

How's your little buddy, little buddy?

He's gonna get 500 hours
of community service.

And I'm getting him a job
at the station house too.

Really make him work it off.

Somebody working at the station house.
That will be sort of refreshing.

[clears throat]

Mr. Monk.

-Don't say it.
-I'm proud of you.

Okay, you can say it.

You were the best witness ever.
You answered all the questions.

You didn't get rattled,

even when the microphone
was all bent up and twisted.

-You ignored it.
-I don't know why you're so surprised.

-Just doing my job.
-Come on, Mr. Expert Witness.

I'll drive you home.

[soft, mellow music playing]

[creaking]

[theme music playing]