All language subtitles for Monk_S08E09_Happy Birthday, Mr. Monk.English (CC)

[ominous music playing]

[clicking]

[sharp click]

[elevator dings]

[whirring]

[compactor sputtering]

[sighs]

[compactor powers down]

[straining]

[grunts]

[straining]

[metal clanging and scraping]

[metal clangs loudly]

[gasps]

Wait… No, no, no! Don't, don't, don't!

Don't! No! no!

[screaming]

[squelching]

[continues screaming]

["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 ♪

-How about a watch?
-I already have a watch.

-Some people have two.
-Why would I want two?

Look, if you have one wristwatch,
you always know what time it is.

-If you have two, you're never sure.
-Mr. Monk, come on.

I have to get you something.
It's your birthday.

Don't remind me.

And not just any birthday, you're 50
That's a milestone.

Okay, look, you know,
you don't understand.

Shh! He's coming. He's coming.

If you buy me something,
then I have to pretend to like it.

And then I have to remember
to thank you

and then I have to return it,
and it's a nightmare.

It's a nightmare.

Where is everybody?

Oh, they're probably
in the Captain's office.

He said it was very important.

-Where are the cups?
-What cups?

All the cups and the paper plates.

Yesterday there was a big pile here.

I don't know.
We're… we're late, come on.

Wait…

a minute.

Uh-oh!

What are you doing?

I knew it.

Why'd the Captain want
to see me again?

I told you, it's a double homicide
in Marin County.

-You said triple homicide.
-I don't think so.

Hey, you said triple.

All right What happened,
did somebody get better?

Natalie…

It's a party isn't it.

It's a surprise party.

No, Mr. Monk, I would never do that.
I know how you hate parties.

Nice try, Teeger.

Okay, okay, okay, okay…
Mr. Monk, okay.

It's a surprise party,
can't you just play along?

-I don't wanna play along.
-Come on, everybody's chipped in.

We've been planning it for weeks.

[sighs]

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

I hate birthdays.

[indistinct chattering]

What were we thinking?
He's the best detective in the world.

Uh-uh, I am not giving up, Mr. Monk.

You're officially on notice.
I am throwing you a party.

As a matter of fact, you are not.

Oh, yes, I am. We're gonna have balloons
and cake and dancing.

Oh, for the love of God, why?

Because, Mr. Monk, it's your birthday.

And whether you like it or not,
you have friends who love you

and want to celebrate your life.

-We're happy you were born.
-You're so cruel.

Oh, my God! Where's the rest of him?

That's all there is.

He's all squished!

His name was Bradley Foster.
He was the maintenance man here.

Apparently, he fell into the compactor.

I'm gonna send a guy out to check
the parking lot for his car.

Yeah, I'd look for a compact.

-[all chuckling]
-It's not funny.

Hey, did you see what he was wearing?

Those aren't briefs,
they're more like boxers.

[all laughing]

He was probably still alive
when he dropped into the gears.

The rotating blades
must have ripped his spinal column

and shredded his lungs.

He must have been screaming
and begging for his life

the whole way down.

Captain, this is Paul Wellman,
the building manager.

He found the body.

-And when was that Mr. Wellman?
-It was at 8:30.

I had noticed that the door was open
and that was kind of strange

so I, you know, turned on the lights
and I came in

and that's when I saw the blood
sort of… sort of trickling down.

At first, I thought it was an animal
that had been trapped.

I looked inside
and… that's when I saw Bradley.

What do you think happened?

Well, the compactor must have jammed.

I guess he forgot to turn off
the circuit breaker.

Look, I've been here 15 years

and we have never had an accident
like this before.

-Tell him, Randy.
-It's not an accident until we say it is.

-How long did he work here?
-[Paul] Five years, give or take.

He was a good man.

Yeah, excuse me.

You said you came in
and you turned on the lights?

That's right.

Are you sure about that… about the lights?

Yes, sir. I'll never forget it.

I turned on the lights and saw the blood.

Why are you asking about the lights?

-Who turned them off?
-Oh, yeah.

That makes things
a whole lot more interesting.

Let's seal this building.
Talk to everybody.

Mr. Wellman, was there anybody else
here last night?

Well, there's a camera in the lobby,
and I was just checking the tape.

It looks like
there was one other guy here.

-Meckler, Richard Meckler.
-Meckler, got it.

Now, he left around midnight but…

I mean, I don't think that means anything
'cause he works late a lot.

What does he do?

Ladies and gentlemen,

my name is Richard Meckler,
I'm a patent attorney.

Now, I must hear a thousand bad ideas
every year.

And believe me, I've met every nut job
in California.

When Kurt Pressman came
into my office five months ago,

with this vacuum…

[camera clicking]

…the world's first self-cleaning
vacuum cleaner,

well, I knew I wanted to be
a part of it.

Let's bring Kurt up,
he can tell us all about it.

Kurt Pressman, ladies and gentlemen.

[applause]

Well done, sir.

-That's it. Give it up, people.
-Thank you, buddy.

Self-cleaning vacuum.

-Do I wake or do I dream?
-I don't know, Mr. Monk.

[Disher] And where were you again
last night, Mr. Meckler?

Last night? Uh, I was working late.

Got home around 12:30.

-Yeah.
-Yeah, 12:30.

-[scoffs]
-Here use mine.

Uh, no thanks, I'm good.

Did you, uh, see anything unusual
last night?

Were there any strangers in the building?

-No, no, sir.
-What's all this about?

-Do you know a Bradley Foster?
-Yeah, the janitor.

Well, he was murdered last night.
We found him in the basement.

Oh, my God!

Consumer Currents?

-You write for them?
-Indeed.

I bought my motorcycle last year
because you guys recommended it.

You gave it five stars.

-How is it?
-It's five stars. I love it.

So thank you.

Choppers aren't my department.

I… I mainly cover household appliances
like blenders and vacuum cleaners.

But if you're in the market
for an energy efficient

three-cycle dishwasher
with half-load option, I'm your gal.

-Hmm.
-[laughing]

T.K.

What's the "T" stand for?

It stands for my first name.

[Monk] Mr. Preston, excuse--
Yeah, I'm sorry--

I'm sorry to bother you.
I just have to know, how does it work?

I mean, where does all that dust go?

It's a high voltage electronic filter.

It's in the brochure.
The dust is disintegrated.

Yeah, I didn't get a brochure.
I'm here with the police.

Police?

Yeah, we're here about, um, something else
completely unrelated,

but I think the work you're doing
is historic.

A self-cleaning vacuum is right up there
with the wheel or Windex.

-Thank you, thank you…
-Hold on.

Where can I get one, or two?
Actually, I could take two.

We have a waiting list,
and I'll make sure you're on it, Mr…

-Monk.
-Monk. Excuse me.

[chuckles]

-Sorry I took so long.
-It's all right.

-You had the diet, right?
-Mm-hmm.

-I can't tell. Is that diet?
-Oh.

Mm, diet, definitely.

Diet? Great.

-Thanks.
-Pretty good turnout, huh?

I told you, partner,
you build a better mousetrap.

Oh, this is Lieutenant Disher,
he's with the San Francisco police.

Yeah, I, uh, I heard the police were here.

Yeah.

Trina?

-Theresa?
-[chuckles]

Why do you care?

Because it'll make it slightly
easier for me to track you down.

Oh.

-Don't touch it!
-Ow!

-It is a vacuum cleaner.
-You're not supposed to touch.

-Richard?
-[coughs]

-Mr. Meckler?
-Richard?

-[grunts]
-Richard!

-Call 911. He's having a heart attack.
-Oh, my God. Richard!

-Captain!
-Step back, step back.

[Mrs. Meckler] Richard!

-Richard!
-Doctor!

Get me a doctor.
Is there a doctor in the house?

Richard, Richard, Richard?
Help him! Help him… Oh, my God!

[light jazzy music playing]

[door opens, closes]

[Natalie] Morning.

Morning!

[Natalie] How did you sleep?

I was up all night,
thinking about that poor man, that lawyer.

I've never actually seen anyone
have a heart attack before.

Oh, is that the new vacuum?
Where did you get it?

Oh, the, uh…

the Captain met this reporter
from a consumer magazine.

She let me borrow it.

Uh-huh, and how is it?

It's spectacular.

See, there's no dust bag.
You don't have to empty it.

And if it picks up a coin or something,
look…

There's a little tray!
See, I think I'm in love.

Oh, well, I'm sure you two
will be very happy.

-Yeah.
-Come on, the Captain's waiting for us.

Okay.

I almost forgot,
we have to stop off at my place.

-I forgot my cell phone.
-Excuse me.

[cell phone dialing]

[cell phone ringing]

Oh, good. We found your phone.

It's in your bag. What are the odds?

So where are they?

Are they at your house?

Come on, Mr. Monk,
can't you just come with me?

Just… Just pretend to be surprised.

They're your friends.
They're waiting for you. They love you.

They wanna do something special for you.

I can't… I can't. I can't do it.

Why? Tell me why?
There has to be a reason.

All right, I'll tell you.
But you can't tell anyone.

I haven't even told Dr. Bell.

Okay, I promise.

My God, what is it?

All right. [sighs]

I was ten years old…

and there was this cowboy.

-A cowboy?
-Cowboy Hank.

Okay.

Oh, he was…

He was on TV every week
and he was my hero.

[Monk] Well, when I turned ten,
my mother surprised me.

She hired Cowboy Hank to come to my party.

It must have cost her
every nickel she had.

And, um, he, uh…

He brought a rope with him.

A rope?

Like a lasso.

Oh, my God. What did he do with it?

Tricks.

[Monk] Some of the kids
from my class were there.

Cowboy Hank was really funny.
He did all his tricks and then he left.

[Natalie] He left.

[Monk] As soon as he was gone,

all my friends, my so-called friends,
went home.

They didn't stay for cake or anything.

They didn't care about me.

They just wanted… to see Cowboy Hank.
[sobbing]

That's it?

Everybody left. That's your story?

Yeah.

Oh, I'm so throwing you a party.

What?

It's gonna be the biggest party
of the year.

It's gonna be a cotillion.
We're gonna dance until dawn.

No, I can't. Not after what happened.

That's the stupidest story I ever heard.

I'm sorry but that… that is lame.
Everybody left?

Well, it was very traumatic.

It's stupid, I mean,
I have worse stories than that.

Everybody does.

Wait, why can't you tell Dr. Bell?

I didn't think he could handle it.

[chuckles]

I am so throwing you a party,

as God is my witness
and I'm going to surprise you too.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're gonna surprise me?

You're not gonna surprise me.

Oh! You don't think I'm smart enough?

It is so on.

I'm throwing you a party, boss.
It could be anytime, anywhere.

-So, what are we looking for?
-I don't know.

Somebody threw the guy
in a trash compactor.

There had to be a reason.

-How long did he live here?
-Eleven years.

Ahh.

I got a mouse pad and a surge protector,
but no computer.

And I got a toolbox that looks
like some tools are missing.

Somebody's been here.

Somebody's been eating my porridge.

Hey, thanks for coming.

Uh, where's your boss?

Oh, he's in the hall. He won't come in.
He thinks it's a surprise party.

Monk, get in here.

Thank you for coming.

Looks like somebody's been here.

They took the computer
and maybe some tools.

Uh-huh.

Check that closet while you're over there.

Ah, no, ha-ha. I, uh, I think I'll pass.

You'll pass?

Right, you think someone's in there?

You think there are 50 people
in that closet

with balloons and party hats
waiting to jump out?

Excuse me, do I need to remind both of you

that two nights ago,
the man that lives here

got torn apart in a trash compactor?

I bet he was surprised.

I know she's been trying
to throw you a party.

And, um…

she's going to.

-Oh, she's gonna get you.
-I'm gonna get you.

But… this is a murder victim's place
of residence.

Do you honestly think
that she would do it here?

No… no, I don't.

And that is precisely why I do.

And because I do, I don't. So yes, I do.

-Natalie, tell him.
-There is no party.

-Why is she smiling then?
-Because she's a friendly person.

-She winked. Come on, she's winking.
-Teeger, quit winking.

-Look, Monk, I…
-She winked again!

I need you to focus. Randy, fill him in.

[clears throat] Uh, Bradley Foster,
graduated MIT 1982.

Worked for General Electric for ten years.

Then he just disappeared,
fell off the radar.

Apparently, he started drinking, uh,
washing dishes, moving from job to job.

-He ended up living here pushing a broom.
-Uh-huh.

[Monk] Aha, I knew it.

I knew it.

Ah! Confetti. Where are they?

Okay, you can come out wherever you are.

Monk, no that's not confetti,
that's shredded paper.

It's what we… See there's the shredder
right there,

that's material evidence.

Let's put it back.

Thank you.

What do you got?

It's been chewed.

The lawyer.

The heart attack?

He was here.

-Mr. Monk, what are you doing?
-Oh, you don't want me to look, do you?

-No, I don't.
-I wonder why?

Because it's putrid and disgusting.

You were right.
We just ran a full toxicology screening.

Richard Meckler was murdered. Poisoned.

We found eight cc's of sodium
fluoroacetate in his blood stream.

-Sodium…
-Fluoroacetate.

-F-L-O…
-Fluoroacetate.

I'm gonna write up the notes later.

We don't come across it very often,
thank God.

It's extremely toxic and fast-acting.

-Yeah, we know. We were there.
-Another murder. Coincidence?

[Stottlemeyer]
I don't believe in coincidence.

Okay, let's take a step back.

We got a janitor who's killed.

The only other guy in the building
is a lawyer named Richard Meckler.

Ten hours later,
Meckler is poisoned.

What do you think, Monk?

I don't believe in coincidence either.

And I also don't believe in

surprise parties!

-He has a big birthday tomorrow.
-[coroner] Happy birthday.

[Disher] Uh, doc, you said that the, uh,

-sodium flur…
-Fluoroacetate…

-It was, uh, fast-acting.
-That's right.

Once you ingest it,
you're dead within ten seconds.

That doesn't make sense.

I was… I was right there.
I was talking to the guy.

I didn't see anything.

Neither…

did I!

Can I just say something?

If this is my party,

it's the second worst birthday party
I've ever had.

[steps approaching]

What's going on?

-The guy that died yesterday was poisoned.
-Oh.

So we're gonna recreate the crime.

-Well, why call me? Am I a suspect?
-No.

-Am I important to the case in some way?
-Not particularly, no.

Oh, so you were just looking
for an excuse to see me again.

Miss Jensen, if that were true,

if I brought you down here
in the middle of the afternoon

just to talk to you
and get to know you better,

that would be a serious abuse
of my authority.

It certainly would.

[door opens]

Ah. Captain, do you mind?

Hey, Randy, Natalie, this is T.K. Jensen.

She writes for Consumer Currents magazine.

She was at the event last night.
She might be able to help.

-Hello.
-Hi.

Uh, what's "T.K." stand for?

-Mm…
-She's taking the fifth on that.

Okay, let's get started, Captain.

You're going to be Richard Meckler.
He was standing right here.

-Right here…
-Natalie, you're his wife.

-So you're standing right there.
-What about me?

You're you.

But I'd rather be Meckler.

-Why?
-He has more to do.

Randy, you're you.

All right.

I am the inventor.

I am Kurt Pressman.
I'm sorry, I don't have a part for you.

Okay.

I walk across the room
carrying two glasses of soda.

-I step up…
-[Disher] That's right.

He wasn't sure which one was diet,
so he took a sip.

Then Meckler's wife takes a sip.

She took a sip.

-[sips]
-She gave the glass to Meckler.

He drank from it.
Five minutes later, he was dead.

Ugh.

So how was he poisoned?
That's the question.

-It had to be in the drink.
-No… No, that's… that's impossible.

You remember what Dr. Z. said,
the poison hits you like this…

And he was sipping it
for at least five minutes.

Besides, his wife and Pressman
both drank from the same glass…

They didn't even get sick.

So it wasn't in the drink.
Was he eating something?

-No.
-Wait a minute.

He was chewing on his pen…
Like a nervous habit.

Nope, it wasn't the pen.

That was the first thing we checked.
It was clean.

Well, maybe somebody injected him
with something,

like a… like a needle.

No, I… I was there, I would've seen that.

A blow dart, you know, a poison dart.

What happened to the dart?
It would have been sticking in his neck.

Not necessarily.

There could have been a long elastic wire
attached to the blow dart.

They're called dartarangs.

How do you know they're called dartarangs?

Because they're probably
called dartarangs.

Or at least, that's what
they should be called.

Just nod your head and say maybe.

-Maybe.
-Interesting, Randy. Interesting.

Is the child safety lock
in the off position?

Yes.

-Is the power switch on?
-Yes.

Is the cyclone cover tightened securely?

Cyclone cover, yes.

I don't understand it.

It was working perfectly.
I was using it all morning.

I cleaned the filter, and it just stopped.

-You cleaned the what?
-I cleaned the filter.

You cleaned the air-actuated
ionized electronic filter?

That's right. I always clean the filter.

It says do not clean the filter.

Where?

Here, here, here, here, here.

I saw that, but it didn't make any sense.
You always clean the filter.

What did I do?

What did I do?

I'm so sorry. So sorry…

It's true what they say…

The good die young.

Not this vacuum. Take me instead.

-I'm sure, we can find somebody to fix it.
-Nobody can fix it.

It's not even in the stores yet. Oh, God.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait. The guy, the inventor.

-Kurt Pressman?
-Yeah! Yeah, he can fix it.

His address is right on the back
of the booklet.

"603 Vinton Street."
We can be there in 20 minutes.

We can't go now.
You have Dr. Bell at 2:00.

Oh, I'll call him and cancel.

I don't think it's a good idea, not today.

-Why not?
-Because you seem really anxious lately.

You have that big case… the janitor.

Plus, the poisoned lawyer,
so that's two big cases.

You're under a lot of pressure.

I don't believe it.

What?

I don't believe it. You are diabolical.

You're planning a surprise party

in Dr. Bell's office,
my therapist's office.

-Have you no shame?
-It's not in his office.

It's in the office next door.
I rented it out.

Everybody's waiting.
They're already there.

Please, Mr. Monk, please
just… just come with me.

It'll take just an hour.

-Told you before, I can't do it.
-What, because of Cowboy Hank?

-Cowboy Hank.
-Because of one bad party.

Okay, Mr. Monk, congratulations. You win.

You're gonna spend your birthday alone.

And the next birthday after that.

And the one after that too.

Until you finally die alone,

pathetic and miserable and sad and alone.

Deal. Can we fix the vacuum now?

[sighs]

-[Monk] Hello?
-In here.

-Hello.
-Mr. Monk, Natalie.

I already spoke to your colleague,
Lieutenant Disher, earlier.

Actually, that's not why we're here.

It broke. It just stopped working.

You mean, you're not here about Richard?

Could you have a look?
It'll just take a minute.

I don't think I can think about work.

Not now, not after what happened.
It's just…

[sighs]

Richard was more than my lawyer.
He was one of my oldest friends.

I've known him since high school.
I just can't believe he's gone.

I can appreciate that.
It was a terrible thing.

We're very sorry for your loss. Aren't we?

Yes.

But as long as we're here.

It just stopped working?

-Yeah…
-He cleaned the filter.

-You're not supposed to clean the filter.
-I know that now.

We wrote it as big as we could
in the instruction book.

-It was the biggest font we had.
-That was big.

-All right, let's take a look.
-Great, thank you.

Thank you so much.

So this is, uh…

This is where you invented it?

Yes, sir, worked on
the prototype for five years.

-Wow, five years?
-Hmmm.

Well, you know what Thomas Edison said.

Invention is 1% inspiration
and 99% perspiration.

I have a theory.

I think Edison said that
to explain his B.O.

[laughs]

Uh, I need a Phillips-head.

You know, the perspiration…

I gather from the Lieutenant
that you don't think

Richard died of natural causes.

Oh, we can't talk about the case.
You understand.

Ah.

You mentioned another case,
a… a janitor you feel might be connected?

It's possible. It's a work in progress.

Yeah, Mr. Monk always says
it's a work in progress

just before he figures it all out.

Really?

So… how does she look?

Well, you were right, it's the filter.

Yeah.

I can't replace it now.
It will take a couple days.

Oh, so… Friday?

Friday is Richard's funeral.

-What time?
-Noon.

So you're home when… 2:30, 2:45?

-How about this, I'll call you.
-Yeah, that sounds great.

Thank you so much
for letting us just drop by.

-Thank you.
-Yes, and God bless you

and your work.

[Natalie] How about this.

It won't be a party.

I mean, not technically,
it'll just be me and Julie.

We'll come over tonight
and we'll have a birthday cake

and a couple candles?

I don't want a cake.

Okay, fine, uh, how about a cupcake?

-One cupcake and one candle.
-Crumbs.

Okay, a plastic cupcake,
a picture of a candle,

and I promise
we won't have any fun at all.

You know what I want? What I really want?

-What? Just name it.
-I want you to make a left turn.

-A left turn?
-Right now. Turn here.

-[Natalie] Why? What's going on?
-[Monk] We're being followed.

Oh, my God… Oh, my God. What do I do?

[cell phone ringing]

-That's the captain.
-[Stottlemeyer] Are you guys okay?

We… we're being followed.

-[Stottlemeyer] Is it a black SUV?
-[both] Yes.

-[Stottlemeyer] Nevada plates?
-Yes.

[Stottlemeyer] Okay, stay calm.

We just got word that somebody put out
a $20,000 contract on your life.

Contract?

Both of us, or just him?

-[gunshots]
-What was that?

Those are gunshots.
Go, go, go, go!

-Which way?
-Away from the bullets!

[dramatic music playing]

[tires squealing]

[car revving]

Wrong way, wrong way, wrong way!

-[Natalie] How do you know?
-[Monk] It says wrong way!

-[tires screech]
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Help us. You gotta help us.
They're after us.

[tires screech]

[gunshots]

Oh, my God. This way!

Come on!

[groans]

The dumpster. The dumpster.

-I can't.
-The Port-a-John.

Have we met?

-Mr. Monk, you have to choose.
-I choose death.

-[Man] Hey, they're down here.
-Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go.

-Why did you close it?
-Because we're hiding.

[coughs]

I changed my mind.

-I'll take the Port-a-John.
-Shh.

[creaking]

[creaking]

[man 1] What do we do with them?

[man 2] Let's dump them in the river.

I hope they're not talking about us.

[man 1] Come on out, both of you.

[man 2] Let's see your hands. Hands up.

-Got any last words?
-Yes, I… I do.

There's something I wanna say.

Happy birthday, Mr. Monk.

[all] Surprise!

-[all cheering]
-[noisemakers sounding]

Gotcha! [laughs]

[rock music playing]

-[Monk] Thank you.
-You should have seen your face.

Yeah, I should've seen my face.

-You're not mad are you?
-No, I'm okay.

[Stottlemeyer] Hey, man.

-Happy birthday.
-[laughs]

So, were you surprised?

Oh, yes, yes. Yes, I was.

I cannot believe you got him
in that dumpster.

I know. You guys were great.
Where did you get that SUV?

-The impound lot.
-[Monk] Uh-huh.

Very funny, very funny.
With the car chase and the gunshots.

Very amusing.

And when the guard got shot,
that almost looked real.

Well, that was real.
We had to kill the guard.

We had to make it look authentic.

What do you mean?

[snickers]

-[both laugh]
-It was fake blood.

-Hey, Pat, Pat… He's right there.
-I knew it! I knew it.

[all laughing]

Hey, Mr. Monk? Look who I found.

Your hero. I had to invite him.

I wouldn't have missed it.
Happy birthday, Monk.

Happy… Happy birthday.

[Stottlemeyer] Hey, Natalie,
Monk, come here.

Yeah, I, uh, don't go away.
This, uh, this'll just take a second.

[Stottlemeyer] Say hello.
This is the guy that sold the whole thing.

[ominous music playing]

[continues indistinctly]

[laughter]

Hi.

Hey. Here.

-Ah, thanks.
-Well, thank you for coming.

I love your parties.

I have to say,
if nobody gets shot or poisoned,

I'm going to be very disappointed.

[both laughs]

[all]
♪ …and many more ♪

[all applauding]

-Come on, Mr. Monk, make a wish.
-No, I really don't think I want to…

-[Stottlemeyer] Monk…
-[woman] Come on!

Make a wish.

Okay.

[sighs]

You loosened your belt.

I'm making room for the cake.

You loosened your belt.

Excuse me?

Your tool belt.

It didn't fit, and I saw you loosen it.

I need a Phillips-head.

[Monk] You didn't even know
what tool to use.

It wasn't your belt. Was it?

I know what happened.

I know the whole story.

The janitor…

Bradley Foster,

the… the engineer from MIT.

He was the real inventor.

He took the idea to Richard Meckler,
which made sense.

Meckler was a patent lawyer
in that same building.

Self-cleaning vacuum.

Fourth greatest invention
since the dawn of man.

Meckler knew it would be worth a fortune.

You and Meckler were old pals.
You were in it together.

He killed Foster
in the trash compactor,

and you were the beard.

You were the phony inventor.

Meckler was greedy,
but you were greedier.

You decided you didn't need a partner,
so you killed him.

You poisoned him at that reception.

[Pressman] I poisoned Richard Meckler?

How?

You were there. So were you.

You brought him his drink.
It must have been in the drink.

I drank from it, remember?

From the same glass. [chuckles]

[Monk] The ice cubes.

The ice cubes. Mine are square.

These are round.

So are yours.

-It must have been in the ice cubes.
-I'll take that.

That's how you could drink
from the same glass.

The ice hadn't melted yet.

Randy, cuff him.

[man] Don't need handcuffs!

[cheers and applause]

There you go, son, take him away.

-Cowboy Hank!
-He was available. Can you believe it?

Sorry I'm late, buckaroos.

Okay, who's the birthday boy?

I am!

Well, bridle my saddle!
Happy birthday, son.

-[laughs]
-[Monk] Thank you, Hank.

[cheering]

Yeah, there you go!

[Hank] Thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Well, I guess it's time for Cowboy Hank
to be moseying down the trail.

Back to the old cowboy home.

Now, listen, Adrian, I want you to keep
your spurs clean, huh?

I don't think you have
to worry about that.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

Well, never a dull moment.

Hey, give me another chance.
I want to have dull moments with you.

How about Saturday night?

Okay.

And Sunday night?

-Sunday night too?
-Yep.

I don't know.

I mean, uh, maybe we ought to
tap the brakes.

I'm sorry, but my brakes are shot.

[giggles]

And, uh, besides,
I don't want to slow down. I…

I haven't felt…

Hell, I have… I have never felt like this.

And I don't even know your name.

It's Trudy.

Your name is Trudy?

-Yeah, it's Tru…
-No… wait… your…

-Your name's Trudy?
-Yeah.

Oh, that's not gonna work.

-What? [laughs]
-Well, it's… it's a long story.

Let's just stick with T.K., okay.

-T.K. is cute.
-Okay.

Okay.

For the record, Cowboy Hank went home,
and everybody's still here.

They're here for you, Mr. Monk.

Hey, you guys, we had a great time.

-You're not leaving.
-Okay.

Natalie, this was the best birthday
I ever had.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Don't do it again.

Happy birthday, Mr. Monk.

[light jazzy music playing]