All language subtitles for Monk_S08E15_Mr. Monk and the End_ Part 1.English (CC)

[Monk scatting]

That was really fun last night.

I haven't been caroling
since, I don't know,

since college, I guess.

I have to thank you for that.

[female voice] For what?

[Monk] Well, just making me do it.

-Getting me out of the house.
-You're welcome.

And I have to thank you
for that other thing too.

You know, marrying me.

Oh, look.

You're welcome.

Did you ever hear anything
about that woman?

What woman?

Um, the midwife, Wendy something?

I overheard you talking yesterday.

Oh, Wendy Stroud. No, no, no, not yet.

No. It's been three days,
and it looks like she's really missing.

I was actually heading down
to the clinic now,

talk to her boss.

-You forgot the onions.
-Did I?

Are you okay?

[chuckles]

Trudy?

You know, it's really hard
being married to a detective.

I never get to have any secrets.

I'm fine. It's nothing.
Just a little overwhelmed.

Got so much to do.

Picking up medication for Ambrose.

The bills are due.
I've got two articles to proofread.

-There's just not enough time.
-Okay.

Wait a minute.

That's new.

-Is this for me?
-Adrian, don't open that.

I mean, come on, it's a surprise.

Promise me you won't open it
till Christmas.

Okay, okay.
I won't open the digital watch.

See, I'm putting it back.

I love you.

Can't imagine why.

[keys jingling]

[ominous music playing]

-[clicking]
-Is that you?

Hello?

[tense, pulsating music plays]

[engine sputters]

[car alarms blaring]

Wendy Stroud has worked here for 19 years.

She was the first midwife I hired.

She ever disappear before?

No. She's never missed a day.

She's never even been late,
hence the phone call.

Hence we're here.

Has anyone else heard from her?
Any of the other nurses?

No, nobody's heard from her.
And they're not nurses. They're midwives.

There's a difference.

A midwife is a qualified
autonomous practitioner,

specializing in the natural
birth experience.

-Excuse me, what are you doing?
-I was--

I was straightening it out a little bit.

They're umbilical cords.
They're never straight.

-Bet his was.
-[both chuckle]

-[cell phone rings]
-Excuse me.

[cell phone beeps]

Yeah, he's right here.

When? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We'll be right there.

Leland, what is it?

Something happen?

It's Trudy.

["It's a Jungle Out There" 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'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 ♪

[alarm ringing]

[alarm stops]

You don't have to sleep like that.

Like what?

All scrunched up on your side of the bed.

[chuckles]

You're sleeping by yourself, Adrian.

-No, I'm not.
-Yes, you are, my darling.

And you have the whole bed.
You could sleep in the middle.

I can't.

It's time to say goodbye, Adrian.

I can't.

What, why are you smiling?

It won't be much longer.

I'm really worried
about this dinner party.

-It's gonna be fine.
-I don't know what I'm more nervous

about, Steven meeting Julie
or Julie meeting Steven.

You're still coming, right? You promise?

I'll be there. Do you need anything?

No. Thank you for asking.

Um… maybe some wine.

-Okay, red or white?
-Maybe red.

Would you pick some up?

Of course.

[sighs] I saw Trudy this morning.

-Oh, that's a good thing.
-No, no, this was different.

She wanted me to start sleeping
in the middle of the bed,

and she said, "It won't be much longer."

Mr. Monk, really, she said that?

That-- that's big. That's an omen.

I had a premonition
you were going to have an omen.

I know that building.

Hey.

Pretty weird, huh?

-What was it, 12 years ago?
-Almost exactly.

A missing midwife, remember?

I was on the telephone right here.

And you were standing there,
that exact same spot.

Hey, buddy, if you want to pass
on this one, nobody would blame you.

-No, no, I'm good.
-You sure?

'Cause it gets weirder.

Do you remember the doctor
we were talking to?

-Nash, right?
-Malcolm Nash.

He's our guest of honor.

Oh, my God.

-Don't ask.
-Don't ask what?

-Where I've been.
-Were you gone?

Two weeks, on vacation,
but can't talk about it.

It's personal.

Were you in New York?

Your plane ticket says New York.

Can't confirm or deny.

You don't have to confirm it.
I can see your ticket.

-Well, you never know.
-I already know. I can see your ticket.

Natalie… I can't talk
about this right now.

-We're at a crime scene.
-Okay.

So apparently he was here working late.

I guess they're updating their files.

He was scanning all their old paperwork
into the computer.

-Scanning?
-Scanning the…

Doesn't matter.
Anyway, he was at the computer.

Somebody sneaks in, comes up behind him,

bang, one in the back,
bang, one in the head, .22 caliber.

There were some patients down the hall.
Didn't hear a thing.

Silencer. Professional.

That's a safe bet.

They're all here.

-What's all here?
-[Monk] Pill bottles.

See, here's the inventory, 58 bottles.

And 58 bottles.

He didn't take anything with him.

So it was a setup.
He wants us to think junkie.

Looks like the killer
stuck around for a while,

used the computer.

How do you know?

The mouse is on the left side,
but Dr. Nash is right-handed.

-How do you know that?
-He was right-handed 12 years ago.

That was the first thing that Ethan said
when the governor called.

He didn't say, "I won't let you down,"
or, "Thank you for the great honor."

I said, "Do I have to move to Sacramento?"

[laughter]

Ethan will never move. Here you go.

I think he's gonna be buried in this yard.

Well, I'm not gonna move now.
I just fixed the leaky shower upstairs.

And it only took you 14 years to do it.

-Judge Rickover, the police are here.
-Oh, thank you.

Well, the A team has arrived.

-Captain.
-[Stottlemeyer] Hey.

-Lieutenant.
-[Disher] Sir.

-Natalie.
-[Natalie] Hello.

And the remarkable Mr. Monk.
Good to see you again.

Sorry to bug you on a Sunday, Judge,

but we've got a warrant here
that needs your signature.

All right, well,
I'm familiar with the file.

Wouldn't you like to join us?
Are you thirsty?

-Actually, uh, we're on duty, sir.
-Oh, well, of course you are.

Well, let me take a look. Joey Kazarinski.

Why am I not surprised?

-We sure it's him?
-Well, the MO matches.

He's left-handed.
He uses a .22 with a silencer.

Plus we've got a partial print.
Monk put it all together.

Ah, well done, Detective.

Well, everything looks in order.
This is a historic moment, really.

This could be the last search warrant
I'll be signing.

Please don't tell anyone.
It's not official yet.

But the Governor called me yesterday.

He'd like me to commute to Sacramento.

Hey, State Supreme Court.

Well, I guess it beats
working for a living.

-Congratulations.
-Good luck to you.

Well, good luck to all of us.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

-Are they allowed to do that?
-Let's see.

Yes, they are.

Mrs. Kazarinski,
your husband's in serious trouble.

He's not my husband.
Been divorced for three years.

-[Disher] But he stays here.
-[Mrs. Kazarinski] Sometimes.

Joey does what he wants.
I can't stop him, and neither can you.

-Monk, what are you doing?
-Straightening up.

We're trying to intimidate this woman.

Give me a minute here.

-Where's Natalie?
-Oh, she's with her boyfriend.

-I gave her the day off.
-Would you cut it out?

She's gonna want us to come every Tuesday.

Look, Edie,
we're trying to protect Joey here.

If you tell us where he is,

we can pick him up
without anybody getting hurt.

I don't care if you kill him. Hope you do.

Do you happen to have a recent photograph?
The one we have is over ten years old.

Threw 'em out.
Ripped 'em up and threw 'em out.

Wait, I think I have one left.

He has a white goatee.

That's not a goatee.

[thunder rumbling]

[cell phone rings]

-Hello.
-[man] It's me.

Hey, where the hell are you at?
I've been waiting like an hour.

Change of plans.
We won't be meeting again.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-At least not in person.

Wait, is there a problem?

Yeah, we have a big problem.

You left a partial fingerprint
at the clinic.

They have your name.
They're looking for you.

It's gonna be okay.
I've disappeared before.

Before you pack your bags,
I've got another job for you.

I figure you could use another payday.

-All right, well, who is it?
-A detective.

A former detective.
His name is Adrian Monk.

He's going to put two and two
together eventually.

In this case, two and two equals me.
I'm afraid it will get rather personal.

-I can't afford that.
-What do you mean, "personal"?

I mean he would come after me,
try to kill me.

He'd probably succeed.

Now why would he
wanna do something like that?

Because 12 years ago…

I killed his wife.

Oh, this is for Mr. Monk.

This is for me.

For Mr. Monk. This is for me.

Mr. Monk.

Me. Mr. Monk.

I'm sorry, I don't get it.
Why two separate carts?

Why can't we just separate them
when we get home?

Yeah, I stopped asking those questions
a long time ago.

Oh, honey mustard, Julie's favorite.

-Mine too.
-Really?

That'll give you something to talk about.
Salad dressing.

I hope we have more in common
than salad dressing.

Teeger, relax. It's gonna be great.
I'm gonna love her.

[Natalie] Yeah, you better.

Besides, we both know
we're avoiding the real question here.

Uh-huh, which is?

Can I live with a woman
who loves asparagus?

-Live with?
-I didn't mean--

Live with, you said it. You said it.

-It's a figure of speech.
-You did.

Oh, wait. Excuse me, sorry.

-That's our cart.
-Oh, I'm so sorry.

-They, um… They all look the same.
-Yeah.

Live with…

You're not gonna let me
live this one down, are you?

So it was a Christmas gift from your wife?

That's right. She gave it to me
just before she died.

Yeah, it's just sitting
on his bookcase unopened.

It's really romantic.

I'll… I'll never open it. I can't open it.

It's the last secret we have.

I think I understand.
It's a way of keeping her alive.

Exactly.

So, Julie, your mom
says you're going to Berkeley.

-Theater arts?
-Yeah, that's the plan.

-You gonna live at home?
-Oh, no way.

I'm already, you know, all packed up.
Yeah, I don't want to talk about it.

I can't believe
she's leaving the nest already.

-I'll only be 30 minutes away, so…
-This home will just be a house.

Well, thanks, Mom.
That was a real conversation-killer.

So, Adrian, you working
on any interesting cases?

Uh, there was a homicide
at a birthing center.

-Oh, that's ironic.
-It was a professional hit.

We know… who did it,

but… we just don't…

We just don't know why.

[coughs]

Mr. Monk, are you okay?

I'm fine.

I guess I'm just not hungry.

I can usually eat her food.

Mr. Monk, please stop. Please.

There's a spot. It's just not coming out.

There's another spot, here.

I'm seeing spots all over.

-I think he's sick.
-[Monk groans]

Adrian. Adrian, look at me.

He's burning up.
I think we should get him to a hospital.

We're gonna need some blood.

All right, Natalie, give her some blood.

I mean your blood.

What are you doing? What is that?

-It's just a needle.
-That is not a needle.

That thing's 10 feet long.

-You've never given blood before?
-Nah.

Well, you've had shots before.

I don't think so.

Well, there's a first time for everything.

-I need you to roll up your sleeve.
-Oh, no, no, no. No! No!

-No, no.
-Can you please hold your friend?

-It's okay. I got it.
-Wait, wait, wait.

All right, wait, wait.
I'm feeling better, much…

I'm feeling much, much better.
It's a miracle.

No, Mr. Monk, you're not better.

They need some blood.
Come on, just lay back.

-No!
-Trust me, I'm a doctor.

-It's okay.
-Trust me.

Come on, it's okay.

No, no, no.

-Who are you calling?
-Everybody.

It's okay. It's okay.

[nurse] Let's try this again.

No!

-Hold him still.
-Mr. Monk, just calm down.

-It's okay.
-Here we go.

-Here it is.
-No!

It's all right.

You got it.

All done.

[all sigh]

That wasn't so bad, was it?

Piece of cake.

-Mr. Monk, I'm Dr. Matthew Shuler.
-Uh-huh.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

That's okay. It's okay.

You know, I wish more people
would wipe their hands like that.

-We'd have a lot fewer patients.
-Oh, thank you.

Mr. Monk, I work
in the Hematology Department here.

In fact, I am the Hematology Department.

-Hematology?
-Rare blood disorders.

Dr. Shuler's one of the best toxicologists
in the country.

Mr. Monk, we've never met.

How well do you take bad news?

-Oh, not well at all.
-Not good.

-I'm probably the worst.
-Not good, not good.

-I'd rather hear the good news first.
-I'm afraid there is no good news.

There's always good news.

People say, "I have some good news
and some bad news."

Not this time.

Mr. Monk, have you eaten
anything unusual lately?

Why do you ask?

Well, this is all very preliminary,

and we are gonna have
to run a lot more tests,

but it looks like Adrian's been poisoned.

-Poisoned?
-I said well done!

-It was well done.
-You should have seen it.

-It was still pink. It was bleeding.
-I'm the worst cook in the world.

Mr. Monk, if I gave you food poisoning,
I'm so sorry.

-Can you forgive me?
-If you gave me food poisoning, no.

Listen, we're not talking
about food poisoning here.

It is a lot more serious than that.

This is some kind of synthetic toxin.

Synthetic?

Yes, and we don't know
how it was introduced,

but we do know the dosage
is quite substantial.

Well… What? I don't understand.

You've been poisoned, Adrian.

Somebody is trying to kill you.

And they may have succeeded.

I found some more mouthwash.

-You want a seat?
-No, I'm okay.

-Have a seat.
-Okay, Randy, I'm not pregnant.

-I'm just dying.
-Please stop talking like that.

I'll stop talking soon enough.

Oh, God, there he is.

Here he comes.

-My God.
-[Stottlemeyer exhales]

[Monk sighs]

God. I hate the way they walk.

This is the longest hallway in the world.

-Hey, how you feeling?
-Oh…

-Um, scared.
-Yeah.

Well, here's what we know.

Everybody ate the same food at Natalie's,
and nobody else got sick.

So we're assuming
it wasn't introduced there.

I've sent a hazmat team to your house,

and they've taken away
all the food they can find.

-Are they gonna put everything back?
-After we're done testing it.

Because I have a system.

Adrian, they're gonna put it back
exactly the way it was, okay?

I promise.

Now, I'm afraid we still don't know
how you were introduced to this toxin.

-Is that important?
-Yes, it's absolutely vital.

We know the toxin in ricin-based,
but that's all we know.

It could be one
of 4,000 different compounds.

We can't treat you until the source
of the poison has been identified.

Can't you pump his stomach
or give him antibiotics?

I'm afraid it's not that easy.

We need to identify the specific toxin.

[groans]

Now, of course we'll try
to manage your pain as best we can.

So… how long?

Two, maybe three days.

Now, you're gonna feel normal for a while,

and then there's gonna be some vomiting…

followed by death.

-Vomiting?
-That's right.

Followed by death.

-Vomiting.
-Yes. Followed by death.

Vomiting!

Adrian, I really need you to focus
on the last part of that sentence.

There's gonna be some vomiting
and then death.

Is there any chance death could come
before the vomiting?

-Two days?
-Wish it were five.

Why?

'Cause it's a bigger number.

What is this?

That's the suspect
from the birthing center.

-We're still tracking him down.
-Birthing center?

Natalie, we've got more
important things to worry…

No, no, no, I've seen him before.
He was at the supermarket.

-When was this?
-Yesterday.

He walked away
with Mr. Monk's shopping cart.

[Disher] Shopping cart?

Yeah, he had it for 10, maybe 20 seconds.

Well, that's long enough.

He could have put something
in the cart, tampered with something.

-Do you still have the receipt?
-Yeah, I think so.

Okay, we're gonna start there.

We'll test every single item
that was on that list.

Is there enough time?

I don't know.

Thank you for coming.

I have to tell you right off the bat

that is not an officially
sanctioned task force,

so nobody's gonna get paid any overtime.

We're not here for the money, Captain.

I appreciate that. I'm sure Monk does too.

All right, this is our target,
Joey Kazarinski.

A.K.A., Joey Kaz or Joey K.

We think that Kazarinski
shot Dr. Nash last Friday,

and we think that he poisoned Adrian Monk.

-What's the connection?
-Monk was working the Nash case.

Other than that, we don't know.

Now, we're gonna split up into groups.

Half of you are gonna work with Randy
on the shooting.

They know who you are, Randy.

I want to know everything there is to know
about Nash,

who he was, who loved him,
more importantly, who didn't love him.

The rest of us are gonna find Kazarinski.

We're gonna turn over every rock
in Northern California.

Now, this guy is dangerous. He is armed.

He might be carrying chemical agents,

so be careful, but,
and this is very important,

no guns.

You get a lead, you phone it in.
You keep your gun in your belt.

He must be taken alive.
If he dies, Monk dies.

Understood? Good deal, let's go.

[coughing]

They'll find him.

You were with Kazarinski yesterday.
We know that you sold him some fake ID.

What was it, a driver's license? Passport?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Ronnie, I don't have time
to dance with you today.

My friend is sick. Do you understand?

Your friend is sick, what does that mean?

It means that I need that name.

I need to know the name
that Joey Kazarinski is using now.

You need a name?

What are you gonna do?
Hit me with a phone book?

There are no phone books in here, Captain.

Nobody uses phone books anymore.
They all use computers.

Yeah, you're right.

-Did you get a name?
-Yes, I did.

Oh, your computer crashed.

[announcer]
5:24 limited train to Redwood City,

Menlo Park, and points south
now boarding at gate 3.

The 5:24 limited, gate 3, is now boarding.

[Stottlemeyer, over radio]
Mason, can you see the ticket booth?

-Roger that.
-Maintain your sight line.

His train is leaving in ten minutes.
He'll be here soon.

Remember, hit him hard, but no guns.

Keep your guns in your holsters.

What about that service entrance?

We got it covered, the whole perimeter.

-He's not gonna show.
-He's gonna show.

He made his reservation.
The train will be here in 10 minutes.

[sighs] He'll be here.

[announcer] The 5:27 limited
from Oakland, Berkeley,

and points north arriving at gate 6.

The 5:27 limited arriving at gate 6.

Yeah, I got nothing.

He's not gonna show.

[Disher sighs]

I'm gonna miss all this.

You going somewhere?

No, no. You know, I mean eventually.

Can't do this forever.

That's the 5:32 from San Jose.

Yeah, right on time.

-Listen.
-I don't hear anything.

Me neither. There was no announcement.

Where's the announcer?

-Control tower.
-Go. Go.

I think we may have a 20 on the suspect.
Everybody hold your positions.

[pants]

[exhales sharply]

Captain, the controller's dead.
He's been shot.

[Disher, over PA]
Once in the back, once in the head.

-And there's lots of blood.
-Randy!

Randy, the microphone is still on.

So much blood in here.
God, look at all the blood.

Randy, the microphone's still on.

-What?
-The microphone, it's still on.

I can still hear you.

No, wait, wait, hang on. Hang on.

[Stottlemeyer] I can still hear you.
Randy, it's still on.

-[feedback whines]
-No, no, I got it. I got it.

[panting]

Kazarinski took his jacket and his ID.

[over PA] We should make an
announcement and warn everybody,

otherwise they might just
be sitting ducks down there.

Captain? He's got a gun. He's killed once.

He won't hesitate to do it again.

[people screaming]

[grunts]

Kazarinski!

Police!

[woman yelps]

Joey!

Joey!

[man grunts]

[Stottlemeyer] Joey, stop!

Kazarinski!

[grunts]

Joey!

[train horn blaring]

[grunting]

Stop!

[groans]

[horn blaring]

[panting]

Joey!

Kazarinski!

Joey, look out!

Damn!

Joey! Joey!

[yells in frustration]

-[Monk coughs]
-The man who poisoned you,

this Kazarinski,
did he say anything before he died?

He was hit by a train.

[weakly] He probably said,

"Train."

They know what kind of poison he used?

No, they found the motel room
he was using.

There were some chemicals in the dumpster,

but it'll take them weeks
to analyze everything.

There isn't enough time.

How about the food
from your shopping cart?

No. All negative. No trace of anything.
[coughs]

Adrian, I could have met you at home
or at the hospital, you know.

Nah, it's all right. I was out anyway.

Natalie's driving me
to the cemetery to say goodbye.

I'm just so… sorry.

-I'm just so sorry.
-You have nothing to be sorry about.

I have everything to be sorry about.

I've lived like a prisoner.

I've been a prisoner ever since Trudy.

I've wasted so much time.

Just add it up.

I've probably wasted three years

just washing these hands.

-Wait.
-Adrian, you're not being fair.

You know, you've been…

You are more productive
than anyone I know.

You've solved over 120 major cases.

I didn't solve anything
if I didn't solve Trudy.

If I didn't keep that promise to her…

didn't solve anything.

I've always hated that painting.

All right, well, I'm not giving up.

Doctors are performing miracles every day.

So I'm just gonna put
all your appointments in my book.

Three, four, five weeks ahead of time.

All right, Adrian Monk, Monday, 11:00 a.m.

Adrian Monk, yeah? And Wednesday…

You're using a pencil.

Nine… Oh, that doesn't mean anything.

-You never use a pencil.
-I didn't have a pen.

It's right there. Your pen is right there.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

It doesn't even…

My time is up.

Ha! My time is up.

Get it?

Goodbye, Dr. Bell.

No, Adrian, it's not goodbye.
Never goodbye.

Goodbye.

Did you talk to the lab?

[Disher] Yeah, I just got off
the phone with them.

He's not gonna make it.

-Should I shut the door?
-I don't care.

Let 'em fire me. I wish they would.

I had him all wrong.

I know that now.

I'd always thought that Monk…

was not all there…

like there was something missing,
like he was less than human.

But he wasn't missing anything.

He was seeing more than anybody.

He was feeling more than anybody.

[scoffs] That was his problem.

He was too human.

If we had more like him,
we'd be better off.

[coughs]

I love you.

Is that it?

Sure you don't want to say something else?

No, I can tell her myself tomorrow.

[Monk coughing]

[coughing]

Mr. Monk. Mr. Monk, that was Dr. Shuler.

He really thinks you need to be
in the hospital.

No, I'm staying here.

Okay. Then we'll stay here.

Can I get you anything?
How about some tea?

Uh-uh.

Just…

Trudy's gift.

No, Mr. Monk, no.

It's time.

Please.

Natalie, it's…

It's time.

[cries, sniffles]

[groans]

It's a videotape.

[tape player whirring]

Hello, Adrian.

If you're watching this,
it means I'm dead.

I know we said we'd never
have any secrets, but…

there's something I never told you.

Something happened…

something terrible…

years ago, before we met.

[theme music playing]