OPENING SCENE

An apartment is the first scene we ever witness the detective Adrian Monk doing his thing, standing in his hospital booties to keep the floor pristine – in fact so is everyone there. He stands there like putting on a show for the attending cops, looking around the room of the murder victim – who is still lying on her stomach on the floor in a pool of blood – Nicole Vasques. He looks up and down trying to size up what he sees. The cops are breathless with anticipation, and there is tension in the air…when finally Mr. Monk at last speaks…

MONK: The stove…

COP: The stove. Over here. It's in the kitchen.

MONK: No, I mean my stove. I think I left it on.

SHARONA: It's okay. I, uh, checked it as we were leaving.

MONK: Are you sure? Did you turn the knob?

SHARONA: The stove. Yeah.

MONK: The little knob, though?

His attending nurse and friend, Sharona Fleming looks mildly embarrassed. A part of her wishes he could once forget the insignificant details for the more important ones at hand. But, she knows that will never happen.

SHARONA: I turned all the knobs. The stove is off, Adrian.

COP: Excuse me, sir, we believe it was a burglary gone sour. She walked in, she surprised him, he panicked…

MONK: No, no. This was no burglary

COP: It wasn't?

MONK: He tried to make it look like one, but this guy was cold as ice.

Now Sharona looks clearly impressed by how the others stand in awe of the detective. This is the man she wants everyone to see.

MONK: He wore her slippers to avoid leaving shoe prints - not something your neighborhood

crackhead is prone to do…

Adrian becomes obsessed with a gooseneck lamp near the window, he begins pawing it continuously with his finger. The others seem confused by his actions.

SHARONA: Adrian. Adrian! [ Claps Hands ]

MONK: He was in here. He was waiting.

COP: Waiting for what?

MONK: You know, for her. He was here at least an hour. He was smoking. You can still smell it on the curtains.

Adrian goes over and takes one of the curtains over the end of his pen to examine it.

MONK: [ Sniffs ] Menthols. Salems. Possibly Newports.

COP: Maybe she was the smoker.

MONK: No. No, she was a Dutch Calvinist. They don't smoke. They consider their bodies

to be a holy - a holy chalice of - sorry, I'm having trouble concentrating, because I think I smell gas.

He runs back over to Sharona and is suddenly sucked back into his previous concerns. Sharona looks beside herself as she covers her mouth with her hand. She tries to remain calm. Adrian, on the other hand, is frantic.

MONK: Did you hear the click? You gotta hear the click, not just feel the click. Hear it.

Sharona looks at him straight in the eye and gives him a very clear look of anger. He caves at her indication that he’s crossed the line and goes back to his previous train of thought.

MONK: Anyway, uh, after he killed Miss, uh –

The cop reads off his blotter.

COP: Nicole Vasques, 25.

MONK: Yeah, Miss Vasques, he - he hung around. He was, uh, looking for something.

COP: He was looking for what?

MONK: I don't know. He checked something on her computer. He could have erased

a file.

Another cop shakes his head in disbelief, he’s quickly writing everything down.

COP: Anything else?

MONK: Yes, he's tall.

{CHECK HERE}

MONK: Because sometimes it goes out.

SHARONA: The pilot light is fine.

MONK: Do you remember the last time it almost went out?

SHARONA: Do you want me to drive back to the city and check?

MONK: No, no, no.

SHARONA: Is that what you're telling me to do?

MONK: Would you? Could you? Um - That would be great.

Sharona gives a sign of disgust as she comes up to Adrian and pulls him aside. Putting her arm around his shoulders, she talks briefly to the cops waiting behind her.

SHARONA: Oh, excuse me, gentlemen. Just one second, okay?

One of the cops looks at the head cop in confusion, and whispers something to him.

OTHER COP: Who is she?

COP: Just his nurse.

Sharona is talking in confidence to Adrian, but her tone is clear.

SHARONA: Forget about the damn stove, okay? You are on a job here. You're a private consultant.

MONK: I know, but I smelled it and I think –

SHARONA: You gotta shut up. The department thinks you're nuts. You're never gonna get reinstated, you're never gonna get hired again, and we are both gonna be unemployed. Do you understand the importance of what I am saying?

He grimly nods and turns quiet as he listens to her. He seems like a disciplined little boy for a moment. So she turns gentle.

SHARONA: Now, pull your twisted self together, concentrate and be brilliant.

Adrian chuckles lightly at her praise, he’s beaming in pride as she smiles at him.

SHARONA: You're brilliant!

His stride is back as he turns to the cops once more and immediately goes back into detective mode.

COP: Excuse me, sir, but how do you know all of that? I mean, about the computer –

MONK: It's patently obvious, isn't it? There are no prints on the keyboard, not even hers. Why? He used it. He wiped them clean.

The cops are amazed as they pat down the chair with Luminol – he’s correct again.

COP: Right. And you said that he was tall.

Adrian points to the desk as the cops again inspect it, following his lead. They looked amazed.

MONK: The victim's short, maybe 5'4''. Look at the chair. It's lowered almost

all the way.

COP: Wow! We've been here all morning, and nobody even noticed that!

Sharona smiles proudly at her boss as Adrian shrugs and grins back. It’s as if he’s saying ‘They’re easily impressed!’ It’s a cute moment.

COP: Sir, if you can stick around for a bit, the coroner's on his way.

But, Adrian has already made a bee-line for the door.

MONK: No, I'm sorry. I gotta go. I'm pretty sure I smell gas.

Sharona in frustration, gathers her stuff and follows him as she apologizes to the officers on her way out.

SHARONA: I’m sorry, gentlemen. You know where to reach us.

The cops just seemed floored, not sure what to do as they have now been abandoned.

OTHER COP: So that’s the famous Adrian Monk?

ANOTHER COP: Yeah, the living legend.

COP: If you call that living!

OPENING CREDITS – With Adrian doing a voice over

Adrian Monk’s apartment.

Adrian is boiling his toothbrush and counting the strokes as he examines himself in his bathroom mirror. He’s just wearing a white undershirt, and getting started for the day. He has an appointment with his psychiatrist, Dr. Charles Kroger.

MONK: 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40! Doc, I'm feeling great. Dr. Kroger - I'm doing great, Dr. Kroger!

Adrian is vacumning the ceiling of his house, he is rearranging his closet where practically all his shirts and suits are identical. He examines the police officer’s uniform there – it’s his, neatly wrapped and not touched since he last used it. He glances briefly at a picture of his wife in the hall, Trudy Monk – who died tragically in a car bomb explosion.

Now Adrian is standing in front of a full length mirror and admiring himself as he pulls out a tiny container of dental floss, he continues to pep talk himself as he goes about his routine.

MONK: You can't - you can't sweat the small stuff. Just keep going with the flow. It's a new me. It's a whole new me. And thanks to you - I owe it all to you. I feel like I'm back in the saddle. Took your advice, Doc. I'm going with the flow.

SCENE CHANGE

Dr. Kroger’s beautiful, Japanese-inspired offices. The interior has lofted ceilings, smoky-gray walls and two chairs facing the tall windows where we can see a fountain and a small meditation garden beyond. Adrian sits across from his doctor on the right.

KROGER: So...going with the flow?

Both men laugh as they seem to remember their previous discussions.

[SECTION MISSING]

KROGER: Good. Good for you.

MONK: Yeah, in Santa Clara. I have an old friend there who's a second lieutenant...and... called me in.

Adrian chuckles in pride.

KROGER: Well, how'd that make you feel? I mean, you know, being called in?

MONK: It feels great. It feels like old times. Back in the saddle.

Adrian is glancing over at the sofa, but doesn’t move. They both laugh, good-naturedly together again.

KROGER: Well, do you think you're ready to go back full time??

Adrian makes a blustery face, nodding in agreement without hesitation.

MONK: Definitely! Absolutely! Do you think I'm ready? That's - that's the question…

It is about then that the sofa gets to Adrian, or at least the pillow which is sitting at an angle on the sofa does. It’s drives him to distraction. Dr. Kroger notices it as well.

KROGER: Are you okay?

MONK: Yeah, I'm fine.

KROGER: You keep looking at that pillow.

Adrian just shush shushes him by waving his hand in the air like it was nothing.

KROGER: How are you sleeping? Are you still having those dreams?

MONK: Well, Trudy and I were married for seven years. It would be weird if I - if I never dreamt about her, right? You're testing me, aren't you? You - you left it like that on purpose.

Dr. Kroger seems frankly surprised, like this is a side of Adrian he wants to explore.

KROGER: Did I?

Adrian just laughs off his nervousness. It’s apparent he feels under a microscope, but he doesn’t let on.

MONK: Okay. Okay. Yeah, so, anyway, um, I've - I've been feeling - Excuse me.

He can’t take the pressure anymore and just has to straighten the pillow…which he does as he runs across the room, leaning on the sofa and tackling the pillow. Dr. Kroger just watches him silently and in shock.

MONK: Hold it. That - That one's just -

Now he begins fiddling with a completely new pillow until he’s satisfied. Standing up, he twitches a bit, straightens his flower display briefly on a nearby coffee table before returning to his chair once more. Dr. Kroger just looks on speechless. Adrian sits down like nothing is wrong.

MONK: There. Then, uh - OK. No big deal. Where were we?

SCENE CHANGE

Warren St. Clair is giving a campaign speech outside in front of the local museum to a responsive crowd. The high platform is blanketed by bright red, white and blue balloons on one side and there is a band playing to get the crowd excited. Sitting behind Warren is his wife and his aides. Including Gavin Lloyd directing workers on how best to make the candidate look good on stage, and making sure it all runs smoothly. The crowd cheers and applauds.

WARREN: You people sound like you're ready for a change. Am I right, or am I right?

Gavin talks to some of the organizers over by the balloons. And, then someone on walkie-talkie. Warren goes on with his speech.

GAVIN: The band doesn't start playing until the balloons go, okay, right?

WARREN: San Francisco has a simple decision to make.

GAVIN: Wait for my cue.

WARREN: Do we tread water, or do we move ahead?

{MISSING SECTION}

WARREN: But, hell, that's all right.

Gavin goes over and sits next to Warren’s beautiful and influential wife, Miranda St. Clair. She looks clearly uncomfortable at these functions. She’s smiling at the crowd.

GAVIN: Hey, how we doing?

MIRANDA: I'm getting lockjaw, Gavin. When can I stop smiling?

WARREN: As my old man used to say...

MIRANDA: I've seen Sacramento, Gavin. It's hardly the promised land.

GAVIN: Forget Sacramento. I'm talking about the White House.

{MISSING SECTION}

WARREN: Just remember, if you vote for me - you're getting two mayors for the price of one.

My wife, Miranda.

Warren holds out his hand to his wife, who stands up and joins him by his side.

The crowd cheers even more and applauds again.

WARREN: I'm not just talking the talk. I'm ready to walk the walk. Are you ready to walk with me?

CROWD: Yeah!

Suddenly, there are shots heard from nearby and everyone screams. On stage, Jason Ronstadt, the mayor elect’s bodyguard is hit and he goes down. Everyone dives for cover, Warren shields his wife and hides off stage as bodyguards go into defense mode. Gavin assists them by running to the edge of the stage and pointing up to the nearby hotel. As he does, a photographer snaps a picture of him.

GAVIN: He's up there! Up there!

Camera shutter clicks and then we see a shot of the next morning’s paper – Gavin is on the cover.

SCENE CHANGE

The office of Captain Leland Stottlemeyer of the San Francisco Police Department. The phone hasn’t stopped ringing all morning, and the stress is getting to him. He looks up as his chief officer, Lieutenant Randy Disher comes running in. He’s a young officer with a keen appreciation of his captain’s skills. You can just sense it.

STOTTLEMEYER: Okay, I'll call you back. I'll call you back.

{MISSING SECTION}

DISHER: Not yet. Just rah-rah stuff. He will not be silenced. He will not be intimidated.

STOTTLEMEYER: He will be blaming us soon enough. Everybody does sooner or later.

Stottlemeyer stands up and begins to pace the room nervously. He looks at Disher for inspiration.

STOTTLEMEYER: We gotta make a statement too. Is the press here? Who's here?

DISHER: The girl from channel 3.

STOTTLEMEYER: The pretty one?

Stottlemeyer begins to straighten his tie and hair in a nearby mirror as if already anticipating her arrival.

DISHER: No, the other one.

The captain seems disappointed.

STOTTLEMEYER: It's okay.

DISHER: Good. Who do you want on camera?

STOTTLEMEYER: Me. I'll do it. I think it'll reassure people to see me taking point.

Randy looks obviously proud of his superior.

DISHER: Yes, sir.

STOTTLEMEYER: Anything on the shooter? Say yes!

DISHER: The forensic boys are still on site, but nothing so far.

The door opens then and in walks Sheldon Burger, a man that works directly for the mayor’s office. He looks more like his accountant than one of his main staffers. He doesn’t look pleased and seems pensive.

STOTTLEMEYER: Oh, Sheldon Burger, who let you off your leash?

BURGER: I just came from the hospital. Bodyguard didn't make it.

The captain grimaces as the thoughts of a long investigation now seem reality.

BURGER: Mayor's on his way back from Sacramento. Look, I don't have to tell you, Captain. We're on a bus to hell. If we don't slam dunk this…

STOTTLEMEYER: I understand.

BURGER: It's gonna look like we're not trying.

STOTTLEMEYER: I'm not an idiot, Sheldon! I've got every available man on the case.

BURGER: No, you don't. Mayor wants you to bring in your old friend…

The captain looks at him in shock as his face turns into a scowl.

STOTTLEMEYER: Monk?!

SCENE CHANGE

The busy streets of San Francisco. Sharona is driving along in her slightly older-model stationwagon, animatedly talking to Adrian while she does and not paying full attention to the road. Adrian can’t help but notice this salient point and looks ready to jump from the car if necessary. He’s frantically waving his arms as he watches the traffic buzz by him. He looks on the verge of a hernia. A horn blares.

MONK: Bus! Bus! Bus!

SHARONA: I still can't believe this. The mayor asked for you personally!

MONK: There's a bus on the right!

SHARONA: Oh, this is great. This is gonna get you back on the force.

Adrian isn’t noticing, he is starting to fiddle with his seatbelt, he almost looks as if he’s trying to bail out.

MONK: I already have a job, remember? The girl in Santa Clara? Merging! Merging! Everybody's mer -

Sharona is fed up finally of listening to him, her anger rises.

SHARONA: You want to drive?! You want to drive?!

He doesn’t hear her, he’s still complaining about her lack of attention on the road.

MONK: What lane are you in??

SHARONA: I'll sit there and yell and point and drive you nuts, because you’re driving me nuts, Adrian!

Adrian becomes calm for about a millasecond before he happens to glance up through the windshield again to another apparent horror.

MONK: Sorry. It's red! It's red! Come on, it's red!

Sharona’s tires screech.

SCENE CHANGE

A conference center. There is a gathering of reporters outside the tall, modern building that glows with the sunshine coming in through the huge windows lining every wall. Stottlemeyer and Disher are awaiting the arrival of Sharona and Adrian as they want to brief them before going in to meet with the mayor elect and his staff. Sharona is chatting on the phone as she runs in the front door with Adrian.

SHARONA: Be cool. No, not today. You can't today.

Disher smiles as he sees them coming along, he already has heard of Monk’s famous nickname.

DISHER: Look who's here - the defective detective.

Stottlemeyer smiles as Adrian returns the grin, even Sharona is beaming at his side. The captain holds out his hand and Adrian shakes it in welcome before Sharona reaches in her purse to give him a handy wipe. He never leaves home without them, or without Sharona.

STOTTLEMEYER: Hello, Monk!

MONK: Captain.

DISHER: Sharona.

SHARONA: Hi.

STOTTLEMEYER: You look good! Dr. Kroger says you've been getting out some.

They both look just so overjoyed to be there. Sharona nearly accepts the compliment as her own as she takes Adrian’s discarded wipe.

SHARONA: Oh, he is really doing great. I can't even keep up with him. Thanks.

They start moving off for the stairs. As they do, Sharona slips the gum she’s chewing into the wipe and deposits it.

STOTTLEMEYER: Excellent. The candidate is waiting for us upstairs.

As they climb the stairs, Adrian closely follows the captain while Sharona lags behind a bit with Disher. As Adrian ascends, he walks sideways up the steps as to avoid seeing the height he’s at from the windows at every turn.

STOTTLEMEYER: I wanted to make this crystal clear…you're here because the mayor

thinks you can walk on water, but you're a civilian now, Monk. When I'm in there, I talk.

You say nothing, understand?

The arrive on the second floor, Adrian looks a little wounded at his condescending remarks.

STOTTLEMEYER: Look, Monk, when I took your badge three years ago, I told you nothing would give me more pleasure than to see you reinstated, and I meant that. But you're obviously

not ready.

He tries to touch Adrian’s shoulder, but he stands off a little spooked so Stottlemeyer steps aside a bit. By this time, Adrian has thought of a rebuttal.

MONK: Is that you talking or the uniform?

STOTTLEMEYER: l am the uniform, Monk! You didn't understand that back when I was

your watch commander.

With a bit of rivalry going on between them, Stottlemeyer retreats after having the last word when Adrian stops him dead in his tracks.

MONK: …And I'm sure you and Karen will work things out.

Stottlemeyer turns back to him, Adrian is almost smiling. So is Sharona, but she’s trying not to let on.

STOTTLEMEYER: What did you say?

MONK: You and your wife - you're having some problems.

Disher looks curious and so Stottlemeyer tries to act surprised as well.

STOTTLEMEYER: What are you talking about? Karen and I are fine. We're 100%!

MONK: Yes, sir. My mistake. Um, never been happier to be wrong.

Adrian and Sharona walk past the captain, finding satisfaction in getting the upper hand. When once more the captain stops him by quietly calling out to him.

STOTTLEMEYER: Hey, Monk, come here!

Obediently, Adrian wanders over to his side and the captain draws him aside in confidence.

STOTTLEMEYER: How did you know that?

Adrian points out the details as he describes them on the captain’s figure like evidence left at the scene of a crime.

MONK: You missed a spot shaving. Karen would have caught that. And your necktie - she always ties it for you. She used that double slipknot. Conclusion - you dressed yourself.

The captain looks angered by his analysis as he glances up at him.

MONK: And, uh, the Ramada Inn cup.

We see the captain is indeed holding a coffee cup with the name Ramada Inn across it. He’s now fuming. Adrian just smiles good-naturedly.

MONK: Send her some... roses maybe.

STOTTLEMEYER: When we get in there, you don't say anything!

SCENE CHANGE

Interior of the large conference room. Surrounding the long conference table are much of Warren St. Clair’s staff and his wife. The captain, Disher, Sharona and Adrian are also in attendance. Adrian is standing near a large chart of the constituancy of San Francisco marked off with tacks on a map. As he listens to the conversation, he begins straighten up papers and soon starts fiddling with the chart itself. Gavin is animated as he starts to pace around the room.

GAVIN: We're four points behind with ten days to go. I am not putting my man in a box!

STOTTLEMEYER: Nobody wants to put anybody in a box, Mr. Lloyd. All we want to do is limit

your public appearances...and not announce your schedule in advance.

Gavin gets more exasperated with that pronouncement.

GAVIN: The mayor would love that! Maybe we should move the whole campaign

and run it from the basement!

Warren calms him, seeing he’s about to have a meltdown.

WARREN: Gavin, that's not fair. The captain's just doing his job.

STOTTLEMEYER: Mr. St. Claire, can you think of anybody who might wish you harm? A disgruntled employee?

Miranda turns catty and puts her two cents in, interrupting the captain.

MIRANDA: Or an ex-wife. Or a union official. I know a couple of ex-business partners who no longer send us Christmas cards. You boys have your work cut out for you!

Miranda likes toying with the police, as she stands up and walks around her husband. As she does, she runs her hand playfully over the top of his bald head. Warren smiles. A man across the table looks mildly annoyed, almost jealous – but says nothing. Warren again steps up and smoothes things over.

WARREN: A man who hasn't made any enemies hasn't done squat!

Another one of Warren’s staff speaks up, his name is Jesse Goodman, he’s a good friend of Warren and Miranda. As they are going about introductions, Adrian starts rearranging the pins on the chart by colors at the top, row by row – no one notices…

JESSE: Warren, you're sure you want to go through with this? After yesterday, no one would blame you if you quit.

STOTTLEMEYER: Excuse me. We haven't been introduced. I'm sorry. Who are you?

JESSE: Uh, Jesse Goodman. I work upstairs. Senior vice president/concerned friend.

WARREN: I couldn't make this run ifJesse wasn't upstairs minding the store.

Warren looks up to see his wife going for some liquor on a nearby metal tray. She picks up the glass decanter and serves herself a drink.

WARREN: Baby…

He goes over to stand beside her in concern. She takes a swig of it.

WARREN: Do you need that?

MIRANDA: Yes, I do! Somebody tried to kill my husband yesterday right in front of me.

Suddenly, the captain sees what’s happening with Adrian and the tacks and sees his career going out the window. Miranda and the others notice it too.

STOTTLEMEYER: [ WHISPERS ] Monk!

MIRANDA: Excuse me! What - what are you doing?!

Gavin panics and runs over to the board to salvage what he can before Adrian totally destroys all his work.

GAVIN: Oh, my God! Excuse me! That's color coded by voting precinct. It took me three weeks to set this up.

Adrian looks at him, sheepishly. Stottlemeyer looks horrified.

MONK: Sorry...

STOTTLEMEYER: [ WHISPERS ] Monk!

MIRANDA: What department are you with?!

STOTTLEMEYER: Ma'am, this is Adrian Monk. He's no longer with our department. He's here as a private consultant.

MONK: I'll put them all back the way they were.

{MISSING SECTION}

GAVIN: No, you can’t – you can’t possibly no where every one goes!

Sharona tries to convince him otherwise as she stands off to the side, looking helpless to do much else.

SHARONA: Yes, he can!

Adrian grabs a hold of the chart and now both he and Gavin are wrestling it for supremacy.

MONK: It won't take too long. It'd take one second.

Sharona senses the worst and begs for him to let go, screaming across the room.

SHARONA: Adrian, let go of the board!

The moment he does, there is the inevitable – a flurry of multi-colored tacks sprinkle everywhere on top of the nearby table. Miranda looks shocked, Sharona covers her mouth and Stottlemeyer sees his future disappear.

SCENE CHANGE – MOMENTS LATER

Same scene, but this time we observe everyone seated back at the table. We catch a glimpse of Adrian Monk’s hand reaching into a nearby bowl for some tacks as he methodically begins placing them back on the chart. The others talk about him, but he doesn’t hear a word they say…it’s almost like he’s not in the room.

GAVIN: Captain, you said he's no longer with the department?

STOTTLEMEYER: He was given a 315. Psychological discharge.

DISHER: It's a temporary suspension.

SHARONA: It's a temporary suspension. Psychological discharge.

MIRANDA: Someone tries to kill my husband, and you send in Rain Man?

STOTTLEMEYER: Ma’am, having Adrian Monk assist us on the case is an indication of just how seriously we are taking this case.

GAVIN: Is he, uh – ?

He whistles and makes a twirling indication aside his head as if he’s nuts.

SHARONA: No, no. Um, it's a form of anxiety disorder. A severe case like this is usually triggered by a single traumatic incident.

{MISSING INFO}

SHARONA: His wife was murdered four years ago - a car bomb.

Miranda immediately feels regret and shock, she clams up.

MONK: There!

Gavin comes closer and can’t understand how he did it – but he did it, all back in the right place.

GAVIN: Unbelievable!

MONK: Wait!

Adrian moves a couple pieces around and then, he’s happy.

MONK: There.

He smiles briefly, before his expression drops and he becomes serious again.

MONK: Now I'd like to see...where the shots were fired from.

SCENE CHANGE

Inside the hotel, a vacant room that looks under renovation. The police are investigating every corner of the room, it’s well lit as Adrian Monk goes around to soak up the clues. He holds out his hand and sizes up the situation. The captain looks at him, and begins following his footsteps in awe. Randy, Sharona and a female police officer are observing from the open doorway.

FEMALE COP: What's he doing?

SHARONA: I love this part. He does this Zen, Sherlock Holmes thing.

Suddenly, Adrian holds up his hand and points to the window. His whole face lights up, as if he’s had an epiphany. The captain looks up to see what he’s spotted.

MONK: He used a drawstring to steady his shot. I've seen it before in the field manual...for the Green Berets, Special Forces.

The captain comes closer to him to look.

STOTTLEMEYER: It's possible…

MONK: Captain, could you grab this? It'll just take a minute.

He holds up the string for the blinds for him. He then points to a stick on the floor. The captain retrieves it. He positions it in the string and pretends to aim his makeshift rifle down on the museum from the window several stories below.

MONK: Hold this up like a rifle!

STOTTLEMEYER: Right.

MONK: How tall are you?

STOTTLEMEYER: 6’0".

MONK: No, really...

STOTTLEMEYER 5'11''.

MONK: Our guy was taller - 6'3'', maybe 6'4'', just like Santa Clara.

The captain turns to Monk, stopping his reenactment.

STOTTLEMEYER: Just like what?

MONK: The homicide in Santa Clara. We've been consulting on it.

STOTTLEMEYER: I read about that. It's a completely different M.O. You think there's

a connection because this guy might be tall? Lieutenant, get the Warriors on the line! I want to

talk to Antawn Jamison, see if he's got an alibi for Thursday morning.

Now the captain is being sarcastic, but Disher nearly runs out the door to follow his orders.

MONK: Captain, do you know the percentage of men over 6'3''?

STOTTLEMEYER: No. Do you?

Of course, to the captain’s regret, he already does.

MONK: Maybe 0.5. The odds of two men in this city in that category, committing premeditated murder within two days of each other are astronomical.

The captain is fast losing his faith in Adrian.

STOTTLEMEYER: All because of a twisted venetian-blind cord? Monk, that's a stretch,

even for you.

MONK: That and he wore slippers.

He sniffs the curtains nearby just like he did in Santa Clara, on the end of his pen.

MONK: …And he smokes Newports.

The captain begins to snicker and then laughs out loud.

STOTTLEMEYER: This isn't police work! This - this is vaudeville!

MONK: He's already killed two – two…

As he starts to debate it further, he casually leans over and glances out the window. The moment he does, he realizes how far up he really is. His knees turn to jello as he grabs the window sill for support. Sharona runs to his side and moves her arm around his waist to steady him. She walks quickly past the frustrated captain and his lieutenant as they walk quickly out of the room, their arms around one another.

{MISSING SECTION}

SCENE CHANGE

Gavin Lloyd’s main offices for the Warren St. Clair campaign. It’s buzzing with activity, there are people on phones making calls, computers everywhere and banners and posters lining every wall. Amongst these people is Jake, one of the volunteers showing Adrian and Sharona over to his computer.

JAKE: Oh, right here. Yes. Oh. Uh, so, um, V- A- S- ?

SHARONA: Q-U-E-S- Nicole Vasques!

Jake types it into his computer as they observe him, as the words scroll across the screen, Adrian looks a bit queasy but pulls himself together. Jake smiles up at them in a friendly way.

JAKE: I don't know her, but that doesn't mean anything. I've only been here a couple days. But let's see.

After a few minutes, he comes up with some info.

JAKE: Well, she's not a volunteer. And she's not on staff. Sorry.

He stands up and Adrian reaches into his jacket to hand him a card.

MONK: Jake, my name's Adrian Monk. Here's my card. If you think of anything, you give me a call.

JAKE: Okay, sure.

SCENE CHANGE

Inside a local cathedral. There is a funeral taking place for Jason Ronstadt. His family and friends are there, as well as Warren St. Clair’s group. In the pews sit Miranda and Jesse, listening to the services. Warren is up front giving a heartfelt eulogy. Up in the balcony section, Adrian and Sharona are observing the ceremony. Outside, the church bells toll. Jason is laid out in an ornate coffin up at the front of the church.

WARREN: Well - what does a man say about a friend who took a bullet that was meant for him? When I heard Jason had passed...

Sharona leans over and whispers something to Adrian.

SHARONA: This guy is too good to be true.

MONK: Maybe he's a decent man. Isn't that possible?

Warren goes on with his tribute below.

WARREN: And then, I talked to Risa, Jason's mother, and she reminded me

her son was no quitter.

SHARONA: You know what I think? I think he did it.

MONK: Who?

SHARONA: St. Claire.

Adrian sniffs and almost laughs, scoffing at her notion.

SHARONA: You can't buy this kind of publicity!

WARREN: See it through, or why begin at all.

MONK: I think this case and the girl in Santa Clara...are connected somehow.

As Adrian talks, he begins rifling through his pockets for something.

SHARONA: So who?

MONK: Someone who knew them both. Someone, uh –

Sharona notices what he’s doing as he gets more and more frantic.

SHARONA: What are you doing?

MONK: Do you have my keys? I can't find my keys. Did you put them in your bag?

SHARONA: I don't touch your keys, 'cause if I touch your keys, you'd freak out! Calm down!

She tries to hold down his arms as he begins flailing away, but its not doing much good. Meanwhile below, Miranda spies him and nudges Jesse to look above him to where there is a power struggle taking place.

WARREN: John Donne said, ""The democracy of death- '"

SHARONA: Adrian, just stop it! Just a second!

WARREN: Everyone who knew Jason remembers him and loves him. Let's remember Jason

as he was.

Suddenly, there is a look of relief on Adrian’s face as he finds the keys in his coat pocket. Right where he left them. Sharona is, by now, thoroughly pissed.

MONK: I got them. Okay. I got them right here. Okay. Such a relief, you know?

Adrian begins to casually twirl them on the end of his finger. As to be expected, they fly up into the air and neatly fall into Jason Ronstadt’s open coffin below. They are lying next to the dead man’s hand. Sharona covers her eyes. Adrian peers over the edge of the balcony, all we see is his frantic face.

WARREN: In a few seconds, we will be closing the casket...

Adrian nearly jumps over the side of the balcony after them until Sharona reaches over to restrain him. He’s making a scene.

SHARONA: Adrian, it's okay. We'll make new ones. Just relax - it's okay!

But, Adrian doesn’t hear her.

MONK: It's the key chain. The key chain - it was Trudy's.

Adrian tries to reach across Sharona for a nearby paperclip off of one of the church flyers. Sharona bats his hand away in frustration.

MONK: Just give it to me!

SHARONA: No!

WARREN: Jason showed up every Sunday -

Finally, Adrian goes ahead and ignores her complaints, grabbing the flyer. She shoots him a dirty look.

SHARONA: You are going straight to hell!

MONK: I am in hell!

Now, Adrian retrieves his handy container of dental floss from his pocket, Sharona gives him another angered look. He pauses and goes back to work - like MacGyver – he makes a little fishing rod out of it, preparing to rescue his keychain below. Sharona can’t look at him, she’s humiliated.

WARREN: May his loving spirit live forever...why don't we take a moment and meditate silently?

Everyone lowers their eyes in the congregation. As they do, we see the little floss descend in front of us with Adrian’s trusty makeshift paperclip. Slowly it descends into the casket. Adrian manuevers it around until with success it hooks on to something – unfortunately that something is Jason Ronstadt’s cufflink.

WARREN: Now... old friend...we turn and salute you one last time.

Everyone stands and raises their hands towards the coffin in salute. Suddenly, Adrian jerks the floss up and so it appears Jason has just raised his own arm to do to the same to the onlookers. Several women scream and gasps are heard. A family member nearly faints.

SCENE CHANGE

Moments later outside of the church. Several angry family and friends leave. Miranda appears on her husband, Warren’s arm. Jesse is at their side.

JESSE: We gotta pull the car around. He's ready to go.

Suddenly, Adrian jumps outside the door, possibly being chased by an irrate relative shaking her purse at him.

WOMAN: You should be ashamed of yourself!

Miranda looks up and sees him standing off to the side.

MIRANDA: Do you lie awake at night...thinking of ways to disrupt my husband's campaign?

MONK: No, ma’am – I lie awake trying not to think at all.

WARREN: Now, Miranda – it will be alright. Hell, for a minute, I thought I had a new campaign slogan: ""Vote for St. Claire. He can raise the dead.''

Warren laughs, but Miranda makes a face in distaste at her husband’s comment. They go off down the steps. Adrian and Sharona follow them out onto the sidewalk.

WARREN: Where's my boy?

JESSE: Here, sir!

WARREN: Make sure Miranda gets home.

JESSE: Of course.

Adrian runs up behind the preoccupied Miranda St. Clair and stops them.

MONK: Mrs. St. Claire, a couple of questions.

She turns and glares him down. She’s now brimming with rage and itching for a fight.

MIRANDA: Let me ask you a question. How can you be expected to help my husband?! I hear you’re afraid of heights, crowds... and milk.

Sharona steps up to the ice queen and defends her friend.

SHARONA: We're working on the milk. He's making good progress on milk.

Miranda just acts condescending and ignores her.

MIRANDA: Ah…

She wanders off again, but Adrian won’t be dissauded. He stops her again. He has a picture of Nicole in his hand.

MONK: Mrs. St. Claire, I - I sense that you're a little upset, but I can tell you why I dropped my keys. I've been a bit preoccupied with another case. A girl was murdered in Santa Clara. Uh, a Nicole Vasques. Did you know her?

She just glares at him again and walks away.

MIRANDA: No!

So Adrian tries a different tact, he runs after Warren St. Clair and gets his attention. He shows him the picture of Nicole as well. There are reporters hovering around St. Clair. He answers Adrian’s questions while smiling to them.

MONK: Sir?

WARREN: …No. No.

MONK: Sir, did you know her? Uh, Nicole Vasques?

WARREN: Uh, no. Should I?

MONK: ...No. No reason you should.

Adrian tries one last time to get Miranda’s attention, she’s engrossed in a conversation with Jesse.

MONK: …Excuse me.

MIRANDA: Jesse…

MONK: Ma'am, if you could take another look. Nicole Vasques…

MIRANDA: I don't know anyone by that name. What I do know is if my husband

is elected mayor, you will never work in this town again!

She stalks off cooly. Sharona just bites her tongue, she looks ready to call her every name in the book. She shakes her head as Adrian glances at her, dejectedly.

SHARONA: Let's go…

MONK: Are you registered to vote?

SHARONA: I never vote. It only encourages them. Ugh! Let's get out of here. She makes me sick!

As they return back to her Volvo, Adrian hesitates and watches Miranda sitting cozy like with Jesse, sipping champagne and giggling. Almost like they are toasting an event. He begins to wonder about her motives.

The sky opens up and it begins to rain. Sharona takes out her umbrella and they run off for her car.

MONK: Do you know how much she’s worth?

SHARONA: No.

She hands Adrian her keys for his door as she clamors in the car. He stays standing in the rain.

MONK: $150 million.

SHARONA: Here!

MONK: They were talking about it on the radio...that's a lot of motive.

SHARONA: Yes, it is.

She calls out to Adrian, still watching Miranda in the limo, blinking the pelting rain from his eyes.

SHARONA: Are you trying to kill yourself?

ADRIAN: Maybe.

The limo door closes and the vehicle starts up.

SCENE CHANGE

Back at the SFPD Precinct. Adrian and Sharona are sitting in chairs next to one of the offices in the middle of the station’s busy workroom. The phones are ringing, several plain-clothed officers are going about their business. Sharona’s hair is down and it looks like the rain got the better of it, Adrian sits nervously next to her. He casually starts playing with his keys, before Sharona puts her hand on his arm to stop him. In walks Stottlemeyer eyeing the pair warily.

STOTTLEMEYER: Miranda St. Claire called the mayor personally. You couldn't just buy

another key chain?

Sharona defended Adrian again.

SHARONA: Trudy gave it to him. It's irreplaceable!

Disher suddenly runs in from the side office,he has a new case file in his hands.

DISHER: Captain, we just got the forensic report back.

{MISSING SECTION}

DISHER: Yeah, but we caught a lucky break. One was still intact. They I.D.'d the weapon.

It's a Weatherby Fibermark rifle,

MONK: …Which is British -

DISHER: …It's British.

MONK: Long-range, preferred by mercenaries and paramilitary groups.

DISHER: That's right. He's right.

STOTTLEMEYER: Well, start a list of weapons and/or ammunitions sales.

DISHER: Yes, sir.

Adrian steps forward and stops him from across the office.

MONK: Could you check that against Nicole Vasques??

DISHER: ...Who?

SHARONA: The homicide in Santa Clara.

DISHER: Sir, your 10:00?

STOTTLEMEYER: The cases don't overlap, Monk. She worked for the DMV. He was a candidate for mayor. She was behind on her rent, he has houses all over the world. He was stabbed. She was shot. Let it go.

The captain walks out, instead of following, Adrian and Sharona run out a side door.

SHARONA: Are we gonna let it go?

MONK: Hell, no!

SHARONA: What are we gonna do now?

MONK: We're gonna follow the money!

He does a little cheer and squares his shoulders.

MONK: Mmmhhh! Awhhh! l've always wanted to say that!

SCENE CHANGE

At a kindergarten, Miranda St. Clair is reading to the kids a fairytale. It’s primarily a publicity stunt, cameras and people circle the kids sitting on the floor around Miranda’s feet. Adrian and Sharona are watching at a safe distance. Adrian is off by himself, sandwiched between a reporter and another person. He observes the kids coughing and sneezing around him to great consternation.

MIRANDA: ""The queen said to the royal doctor, I'm so worried about the princess. She has all the emeralds and rubies and riches...""

Adrian notices another kid coughing nearby and tries to move back into the crowd out of the direct germ air space. Sharona is smiling at some of the cops near her and then, she spots Adrian, but she’s too far away to help him.

MIRANDA: "'…in the kingdom, but she never laughs. ‘Who can make the princess laugh?'

They called the courtjester.""

Some more kids start coughing. Adrian, in fear, does the only thing he can. He takes the sweater he’s wearing and lifts it up over his nose, buttoning it to protect himself. He takes a seat near the wall, right next to a little blonde-haired kid.

MIRANDA: ""The court jester, as everyone knew, was the silliest and funniest court jester

that ever there was. With a jingle and a jangle, he rolled into the court. 'Jester,' said the queen, the princess has forgotten how to laugh!’ 'When shall I start?' he asked.""

Adrian looks over at the little boy beside him, his eyes grow wide with fear as the little boy begins to pick his nose. He is voiceless to stop him.

MIRANDA: "'Just then, the princess entered the court, and everyone fell silent. 'Now is as good a time as any,' she said.'"

More kids start coughing.

MIRANDA: ""The jester turned and greeted the princess, and he bowed, he rolled end over end, and when he stopped, flowers appeared in his - ''

Suddenly, the little boy lifts his snotty finger up to his mouth. Adrian jumps up in horror, shielding his eyes and banging into a child’s painting tacked to the wall behind him. It falls on him.

MONK: AAH!

SCENE CHANGE

Sharona gives Adrian a wipe and he swipes his brow and throat with it. He’s calmed down considerably now after the terrifying kid incident. They stand in front of children’s desks. The room is quiet now, everyone has left. But, Miranda St. Clair comes in from a side door. She doesn’t look too pleased to be there. The school bell rings.

{THIS WHOLE SECTION IS GONE}

SCENE CHANGE

A park in the rain. Stottlemeyer and Disher are examining clues of a car that has apparently run off the side of the road. Adrian and Sharona are standing on top of the hillside, they refuse to come down to talk to the captain who is barely able to stand and Disher using a rope not to fall down the side to the parking lot below.

{MISSING SECTION}

SHARONA: [ SHOUTING ] He wasn't wearing a hat!

STOTTLEMEYER: What are you doing? Come on down! The accident scene's

down here!

She talks to Adrian who whispers something in her ear. Stottlemeyer is obviously growing frustrated of playing Monk games.

SHARONA: [ SHOUTING ] He's not wearing the right shoes today…

Stottlemeyer looks over at Disher and grumbles to him. Unable to stand it any longer, he climbs up the side of the hill to where Adrian and Sharona stand to talk to them one on one.

STOTTLEMEYER: Not wearing the right shoes today. The port authority's calling it an accident. It's a single-car accident.

MONK: No, no. No, this was no accident. There's no skid marks on the road.

The captain is still plenty mad, and he lets Adrian know it.

STOTTLEMEYER: It's wet! You're not the only detective here, Monk! I checked for skid marks. It happens all the time on this hill. You hit this curve at 85, 90 miles an hour.

He makes a broad gesture with his hands to illustrate and points his arms at the wrecked vehicle.

STOTTLEMEYER: Ftt! Boom!

MONK: No. No, this was staged. He was killed somewhere else.

STOTTLEMEYER: Maybe you could tell me where this murder took place? That would be very helpful.

Now he was toying with him, but Adrian immediately answers him.

MONK: Cole Avenue and 17 th Street.

STOTTLEMEYER: How could you possibly know that?

MONK: We were meeting at my house. He probably took Cole. I'm thinking he was killed at

that stop sign on 17 th Street.

STOTTLEMEYER: Why 17 th?

MONK: There's a homeless shelter there. I'm thinking somebody approached the car, started washing the window and then attacked him. You can see the windshield even better from here.

Stottlemeyer turns and instructs Randy to go back down to examine the car. He looks reluctant as scaling the rope, he nearly trips a couple of times in the wet grass.

STOTTLEMEYER: Go check the windshield.

Sharona smiles and goes running past them towards her car, she signals to a nearby officer.

SHARONA: Adrian. Excuse me, Officer.

Stottlemeyer, meanwhile, sees Adrian is correct in his analysis. He clears his throat.

STOTTLEMEYER: Son of a bitch!

Sharona looks up at Adrian, who turns to her in concern. She’s still on her merry way around the car.

SHARONA: Adrian, this officer is gonna drive you home, okay? Thank you. Behave yourself!.

He's armed.

Adrian stops her, wondering what this was all about and where she was going – abandoning him.

MONK: Why? Where you going?

SHARONA: I have a date. I told you about it.

MONK: Oh, I thought you were joking.

Now, Sharona looks offended as she stares at him cooly from the other side of the car where they are facing one another.

SHARONA: You thought I was joking? Why? You don't think I could possibly have a date?

MONK: No, I didn't mean that.

SHARONA: What is so funny about me dating, Adrian?

MONK: Nothing. Sorry. It's just - it's Tuesday. It's chicken potpie night.

Sharona sighs and rolls her eyes.

SHARONA: Don't be such a baby! My 11-year-old kid can bake a chicken potpie. I'll see you later, okay?

She gets into her car and leaves. He watches her go in regret.

SCENE CHANGE

Inside Adrian Monk’s apartment. He has a small TV going on his kitchen counter and is half watching it while talking to someone on the phone. His hands are cloaked in rubber gloves and he’s wearing a blue apron as he is getting set to prepare his dinner. Benjy is on the other end.

MONK: Okay. Okay. Slow down. Slow down one second.

He gets some ingredients out of a nearby cabinet and continues to watch the TV.

MONK: All right, then you said 2/3 of a cup - 2/3 -

We see Sharona’s apartment, Benjy is on a computer in the living room, suddenly his mom – ready for her night on the town, comes up and takes the phone from his hand.

SHARONA: Who are you on the phone with?

BENJY: No one.

SHARONA: Give me the phone.

SHARONA: Monk, is that you? Okay, I'm hanging up now. And don't call back. Benjy's got homework. Lots of it.

Adrian looks frustrated on the other end as the

MONK: Don't hang up!! No! Benjy, call me back!

SCENE CHANGE

Interior of a fancy restaurant. Sharona is there with her date, Carl. They are discussing her frustration working with Adrian Monk. She looks animated as they chat over a glass of white wine and pleasant music plays in behind them.

CARL: He sounds certifiable.

SHARONA: Ohh. It's the worst job I ever had.

CARL: Yeah? So why don't you quit?

She smiles at him, her face lights up.

SHARONA: Well, because it's also the best job I ever had. I'm having adventures. I can't believe it. I'm putting bad guys behind bars.

They laugh together.

SHARONA: I feel like, um - what is her name? Superman's girlfriend…

Carl refreshes her memory as she looks lost. It’s as if he’s answering a question on a game show.

CARL: Oh, Lois Lane!

I mean, how many practical nurses

can say that? Not many.

[ Chuckles ]

You see, that looks

so fine on you.

- .. What, the dress?

- .. The smile.

Oh. Thank you.

Five... six...

You should've seen me.

I had the moves.

I was diving, I was running

out of the way.

That's great, Adrian.

Don't you get it?

It means we're getting close.

We're making somebody nervous.

I just can't picture

outrunning a car.

I wasn't even running

my fastest.

Why not?

You know.

Were you touching

all the poles again?

I always touch the poles.

Adrian Monk for Gavin Lloyd.

How old was she?

25.

It's heartbreaking.

She worked for Flo,

your bookkeeper.

We get kids like this all the time.

Every campaign does.

fft!- they're gone.

So, Flo said that you took

Nicole aside one day.

- .. I did?

- .. Yes, this would've been

lastJuly sometime.

And you talked to her for a while,

and then she never came back to work.

I talk to 1 00 kids every day,

you know, more.

- .. car crash in Sausalito.

- .. [ Sighs ] Yeah.

We heard about that.

See, I'm sorry.

I- ..I don't pretend to know

much about politics.

Vote for, uh, Warren St. Claire.

That's all you need to know.

But what was the reason

you held the rally at that plaza?

Heart of the financial district.

We wanted to assure

the business community...

that Warren St. Claire is on

their side, and it's working.

- .. Have you seen the latest poll numbers?

- .. Yes. Congratulations.

[ Laughs ]

Thank you.

Chicago.

That's why we shredded it.

That's okay.

Sorry.

she'll do her job,

he'll do his job,

and you, sir,

you and Miss-

Fleming.

Fleming, go out

and do your job.

Thanks.

Good luck. Okay.

Thank you.

Mr. Monk,

sorry to keep you waiting.

That's okay.

You know, Mr. Goodman,

your painting is very, um-

I can't think of the word.

It's-

Scary?

I just got that piece.

Something about it,

I just had to have it.

- .. He did it.

- .. Just a couple of questions, sir.

How long have you worked

for Mr. St. Claire?

But he never

made you partner.

You don't see me complaining.

I'm a lucky man.

I see you've been

out of town.

Upstate. My family has

a cabin on Rockaway Lake.

I needed some time

to clear my thoughts.

It's been a hell of a week.

Mr. Goodman, I'm sure

of two things. One::

- .. Adrian.

- .. One, your cabin is quite lovely.

- .. And, two, you were nowhere near it.

- .. What?

Your wristwatch.

It's set two hours ahead

to central time.

You haven't been north,

you've been east.

Unless I'm wrong,

which, you know, I'm not,

you were in Chicago.

That's crazy.

I don't know anyone in Chicago.

You know Miranda St. Claire.

She told us

she was going to Denver,

but her travel itinerary

said Chicago.

So what we have here, sir,

are two consenting adults,

both lying about where

they spent last night.

What I'm about to say

can't leave this room.

Miranda and I

have, uh,

been together twice.

- .. So last night makes three?

- .. No, last night it ended.

I swear

I didn't want her.

I- [ Clears Throat ]

I wanted to hurt Warren-

the legendary

Warren St. Claire.

l NNwwNwwaas sicckkk oof hbeinhgg hhis kkkey cchhaainh

NNYoouu NNwwNwwaanhttedd ttoo hhuuh tt hhinnh??

No, no, no, I didn't mean-

I wouldn't really hurt him.

Oh, of course not.

You just wanted to

hump his wife.

You want to

charge me with something,

you call my lawyer.

- .. It's me, isn't it?

- .. Look, I don't have time

for this, all right?

This meeting is over.

He's gone.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

It's me, isn't it?

Hello?

Okay.

It's me.

Hey, they got him.

We got to go.

They got him.
 
 

The F.B.I.

coughed up a major fiile

on this guy Ian Sykes.

Ex- ..Special Forces.

Last April,

he purchased a scope for

a Weatherby Fibermark rifle.

You guys stay here until

we're inside, all right?

Did he mention

how tall he was?

Yes. He's 6'5'' tall.

I got lucky.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Baby Crying ]

Ugh! Police! Police!

Go! Go! Clear!

[ Laughs ]

Can you believe this guy?

You are out of your mind,

out of your mind.

You couldn't buy her off.

She had a little something

we call integrity.

So you decided it was time

to hire somebody to kill her,

but who?

You asked

Jason Rondstadt,

but he turned you down.

You were in hell,

surrounded by honest people.

[ Laughs ]

I don't have to stand

here and listen to this.

Yes, you do.

Yes, you do.

Okay.

Thanks, Captain.

You kept shopping around.

You found a professional,

Ian Sykes.

Sykes killed the girl...

but you still had

one loose end left-

Jason Rondstadt,

the first guy you asked.

[ Warren ]

But, hell, that's all right.

Flying 1 7 combat missions

in the Gulf-

[ Gunshot ]

Killing Jason Rondstadt

in public was brilliant...

'cause everyone assumed it was

an assassination attempt,

and you got a two- ..for.

Your problem was eliminated,

and your candidate gets to look heroic.

Well, here was your mistake.

My mistake?

Hey.

This photograph was taken

seconds after the shooting.

That's you, isn't it,

pointing up at the sniper?

Yeah. So what?

He's up there!

[ Indistinct Shouting ]

Up there!

You're the only one

pointing.

[ Sighs ]

Because I saw him.

He was right up there.

Look.

Oh, yeah,

I almost forgot.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,

if you please.

Last Thursday,

there were approximately

400 balloons right here.

There's only one way

you could've known

where Ian Sykes was.

You hired the man.

This is

totally ridiculous.

It all happened so fast.

It was chaotic.

It was chaos.

- .. You heard them?

- .. Yes, I definitely heard them.

We all heard them.

They were coming

from up there.

Well, if that's true,

then you won't have

any trouble fiinding Sharona.

What?

She is up there

in one of these buildings...

with a starter's pistol.

Heckle, this is Jeckle.

Are you all set?

- .. Anytime,Jeckle.

- .. Let's do it.

- .. [ Gunshot ]

- .. [ Gunshot Echoing ]

[ Monk ]

It's kind oflike

an echo chamber, isn't it?

You want to take

another chance?

Heckle, we're going for

best out of three.

- .. [ Gunshot ]

- .. [ Gunshot Echoing ]

- .. There.

- .. There?

- .. No, uh, over there.

- .. Are you sure?

- .. Oh, my God.

- .. No, wait, wait, wait.

Do it again.

Do it again!

Like the real Moses,

he won't bejoining you

in the promised land.

[ Sighs ]

Uh... Warren,

I didn't have any choice!

That girl, Nicole,

she would have buried me!

She would have buried

both of us!

- .. Warren!

- .. [ Gunshot ]

Okay, Sharona, cut it out.

That's enough.

- .. Sharona?

- .. Let's go!

Everybody out of here!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gun Cocks, Gunshot ]

Oh, my God, it's Sykes.

He's here.

Sykes?

What's he doing here?

I think he and Gavin are having

some kind of contract dispute.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

He's leaving.

I'm gonna follow him.

WWWWWhheh e aah e yoouu ggooinhgg, Shhaah oonhaa??

Juustt sttaay Nbuutt

He's stashing his gun.

He's going downstairs.

All right,just stay put.

Stay right where you are.

WWWWWhhoo ddooes shhe tthhinhkkk

shhe is??

l ddoonh'tt kkknhooNNwwNww

Loois Laanhe

He's in the boiler room.

Sharona.! I can't hear you.

I've lost you. Come back.

No. He'd expect you

to cover the street.

HHe's ggoott soonnhe ootthheh NNwwNwwaay

HHe hhaas aa Nblaanh

HHooNNwwNww ddoo yoouu kkknhooNNwwNww tthhaatt??

'Cause he's smart.

Sharona, come back.

Keep an eye on him.
 
 

HHooNNwwNww nnhaanhy gguuys yoouu ggoott

inh tthhe hbaacckkk??

Monk, he's going

through a door.

I think it's a tunnel.

I'm gonna follow him.

[ Man ]

Let's go! Let's go!

Everybody out!

What about the basement?

By the book, Monk.

We'll take care of Sharona.

Just stay here.

[ Thud ]

Monk, can you hear me?

[ Gasps ]

[ Static ]

Ugh.

Adrian, can you hear me?

I can't hear you.

[ Coughing ]

[ Groans ]

Monk, where are you?

[ Muffled Scream ]

[ Sharona Grunting ]

We got upstairs secured.

Good. Now do the basement,

and watch your back.

He's, uh, got my gun.

[ Police Radio Chatter]

[ Sharona Screams ]

[ Water Sloshing ]

[ Sharona Screams ]

[ Squeaks ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Panting ]

Hold it.!

I have a gun.!

Sykes, hold it!

Shoot him!

[ Sharona Screaming ]

Shoot him.!

[ Groaning ]

[ Sharona ]

Will you shoot him.!

[ Screams ]

Let her go, Sykes!

Let- Let her go!

[ Sharona Whimpering ]

- .. [ Sharona Cries Out ]

- .. [ Gunshot ]

[ Sharona ]

What the hell

were you thinking?

[ Monk ]

You kept saying,

""Shoot him.! Shoot him.!'"

Adrian,

I could've been killed.!

I knew what I was doing.

I was aiming high.

He's like 20 feet tall.!

What if you missed?

You could've missed!

Oh, right!

How could I have missed?

The guy's King Kong.

What if it ricocheted?

Well, that- that's true.

I didn't think of that.

Hello?

Snowmen.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

Here he is.

Come and meet

a genuine hero.

Congratulations,

Mr. Monk.

Mr. Monk,

on behalf of myself,

Miranda,

and the city

of San Francisco,

I want to thank you.

Well done.

MMur. MMuoorhkkk,, wwwwdhaat rhexxt??

MMur. MMuoorhkkk,,

aarh I gget aapucctuure, pleaase??

Well, I would be happy

to meet the boy,

but anybody would've done

the same thing.

I don't know about that,

Adrian.

I mean, there were

20 cops at that scene.

Nobody did what you did.

Well- Well.

[ Laughs Softly ]

You know, I think we're making

some real progress here,

and I think-

I think it might be time

that I talked to the department

about reinstatement.

Would you like that?

I understand.

All right.

They might want you to meet

with some other doctors.

No problem.

It's not gonna be

that easy, Adrian. There's

gonna be more testing.

Let's do it. I want to

take them right now.

[ Bell Dings ]

- .. I want to take them right now.

- .. [ Woman Coughing ]

Going down?

[ Coughing Continues ]

- .. See you next week.

- .. Okay.

[ Blows Nose ]

[ Bird Squawking ]

How'd it go?

Mmm, you know.

Aw, don't worry,

we'll get them next time.

Come on,

I'll make you some dinner.

Oh, yeah, it's Tuesday.

Tuesday night's chicken potpie.

You know, actually,

I thought we'd try something

a little different this week.

I- ..I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.Just kidding.

Adrian, you missed one.

Five.

[ Laughs ]

Six.

[ Laughs ]

Seven.

Eight.

Nine. Ten.

Eleven. Twelve.