All language subtitles for 08 - Mr. Monk and Little Monk

[cat meowing]

This is a real gun,
and I know how to use it.

You don't wanna do this.

Lady!
I said no!

I know how it works.

[gun clicking]
No!

No, no, no, no!

No!
Ahh!

[alarm blaring]

Let's get outta here!

Wait.
We gotta do the thing.

What thing?

The thing--the painting!

Okay, that's good enough!
Let's go!

[Randy Newman ragtime theme]

* It's a jungle out there

* Disorder and confusion
everywhere *

* No one seems to care

* Well, I do

* Hey, who's in charge here?

* It's a jungle out there

* Poison in the very air
we breathe *

* You know what's in
the water that you drink? *

* Well, I do

And it's a-ma-zing *

* 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 *

Okay, this one is okay.

This one is good.

Mr. Monk, really,
you don't have to wash 'em.

They're just
gonna get recycled.

They're just gonna
get all smushed together.

You may be right.
This one's still sticky.

We'll wash that again.

[doorbell rings]

Are you gonna get that?

Natalie?

Hello.

[coughs]

Mr. Monk.

There's someone here
to see you.

She says she's
an old friend.

Sherry Judd?

[cup clattering]

Sherry. She's here?

What does she want?
I don't know.

Who is she?

Someone I knew
in the eighth grade.

Is she here to apologize?

I don't know.

Well, tell her
it's too little too late.

No, wait! Wait, uh...

Tell her about Trudy.

Tell her that I married Trudy.

Tell her Trudy loved me.

Tell her how pretty
Trudy was.

Wait.

Tell her Trudy and I
went all the way.

Mr. Monk, I think
she needs your help.

With her homework?

No, with a case.
We're all grown up now.

Oh, yeah. Right.

(Monk)
Sherry?

Hello. It's--I'm Adrian Monk.

Adrian, you--you look great.

Um, you probably
don't even remember me.

Is that Trudy?
She was beautiful.

Natalie told me what happened.
I'm so sorry.

Thank you.
We went all the way.

Please, why don't you
have a seat?

Can I offer you anything?

We have bottled water.

And, uh--pushing
the bottled water.

I'm fine.
Thanks.

Where to begin?

I've been living
in Seattle.

We just moved back
three years ago--

We?

Oh, my husband and I.
Ah.

Michael.

We're recently divorced.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

No, no, it's for the best.
Believe me.

So it's just been me
and my housekeeper Gladys.

That's why I'm here.

Sunday night someone broke in.

I guess Gladys woke up.

Um, there must have been
a fight.

And, um...he killed her.

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

No, I wasn't home.

Adrian, I'm the only family
Gladys had.

I just want justice
for her.

I-I want to make sure
that the best people

are working on this.

And I've been asking around,

and everyone says
you're a genius, but...

of course
I already knew that.

Adrian, um, helped me
out of a jam

when we were kids.

Ahh.

About 30 years ago.

It was April 12, 1972.

You remember?

I only remember the date.

And what everybody wore.

And what everybody said.
And what everybody did.

Here it is.
Westover Junior High 1972.

Natalie, don't open that.

Natalie, put that back.
I command you.

Sherry,
you were so cute.

Okay, now,
where is Mr. Monk?

Natalie,
just close the book.

(Monk)
I mean it, Natalie.
Natalie.

Okay, that's it.
You're fired.

She's fired.
[gasps]
Oh!

No, that couldn't
be me.

It says Adrian Monk.

[both laughing]

Oh...

[seventies-style
disco music plays]

*

Adrian.

Mom, everyone's watching.

Here's your lunch.

It's cut into ten little squares
just the way we like it.

And your first aid kit.
And your toiletry bag.

Mom.
You'll thank me later.

Remember, don't share
your food with anyone.

Sit near the fire doors.

I'll pick you up at 3:04.

I'll be wearing
an orange blouse.

Mom, I know what
you look like.

I'll be fine.

I love you, Mom.

What are you doing?

Right.
Sorry.

(Lily)
Here he comes.

And he's like the real-life
Eddie Munster.

[sighs]
He can hear you.

He won't even know
what it means.

I heard they don't even
have a TV.

(Beth)
I heard his brother never comes
out of the house.

(Lily)
I heard they have to memorize
the dictionary.

One letter
per month.

I heard that they take
four showers a day.

[romantic R&B music]

* Whoo whoo whoo

* Baby

* Don't you know
my heart by now *

* Doesn't come this far
just to... *

Oh hi, Sherry.

I wanted to thank you
for recommending

that rock-and-roll record.

It was very groovy.

I didn't recommend anything.

Yes, you did.

You were wearing a Led Zeppelin
T-shirt yesterday,

which is the same thing
as recommending them.

So, uh, I went out,
and I bought their record.

The, uh...
Stairway Up To Heaven?

What did you think?

Well, you know, I haven't
actually listened to it yet.

We don't have
a record player.

I assume it's excellent.

I mean, uh, groovy.

Yes, you can tell
from the cover.

They look so groovy.

Well, I gotta go.

You always turn
your lock back to zero.

I noticed that.
I do that too.

So later it's easier
to open.

Uh-huh.

Actually, there are a lot
of things we have in common.

"Things Adrian Monk
and Sherry Judd have in common:"

You made a list?

"One--Our lockers are
right next to each other.

"Two--We both like
The Patty Duke Show.

"Even though she has
to be lying

"because they're supposed
to be identical cousins,

"which is biologically
impossible.

"Three--Perfect
attendance records.

"And, uh, four...

Neither of us has a date
to the Spring Fling."

How do you know that?

I happened to catch a glimpse
of your weekly planner.

And I noticed that you have
a babysitting job lined up

for that evening.

Unless I'm wrong, which,
you know, I'm not.

Hey, Sherry.

Hey, Jimmy.

I'm going to art class.
You wanna be my model?

Yeah, cool.

Good-bye, Adrian.

Bye.

Yes, I will help you.

What was he like?
As a kid?

Pretty much the same.

Careful.
Smart.

Sad.

I don't think
people change, really.

At least I've never seen it.

I waited ten years
for my husband to change.

Mr. Monk?

Mr. Monk?

[whispers]
Mr. Monk, let's come over here.

Strange.

Fingerprints,
but no palm prints.

There were two of them.

The housekeeper
surprised them.

There was a struggle.

She pushes the alarm.

She hits her head
and falls here.

This painting,
is it valuable?

Not really,
except to me.

It's my great-grandmother.

Why would someone
do something like that?

Did you have spray paint
in the house?

No.

So they must have
brought it with them.

Thank you.

This is
the housekeeper's blood.

So they defaced the painting
after they killed her.

After the alarm sounded.

They risked everything?

They risked life
in prison

to deface
your great-grandmother?

I think that's why
they were here.

To do this.

To draw glasses
and a mustache?

And a little goatee.

She was your great-grandmother?

Tell me about her.

I never met her.

She was a famous suffragette.

She went to jail
for the right to vote.

Maybe they were
making a statement.

Like a political thing.

You mean they broke
into the house,

and they beat
a woman to death,

then defaced the painting
because they had trouble

with the 19th amendment?

Yes.

I mean...no.

It's a mystery.

It's okay.
It's my house.

Sherry?
Michael?

How did--
how did you get in?

It's still
my house, Sherry.

At least technically.
That is not true.

You can't just come over,
Michael, it's--

It's in the agreement.

It was on the news.
I had to come.

Sorry about Gladys.
I really am.

Are you okay?
Were you here?

I was in San Diego
visiting my sister.

That's right.
I knew that.

Um, Captain Stottlemeyer,

this is my ex-husband
Michael Norfleet.

Yes, we've already
spoken to Mr. Norfleet.

This is Adrian Monk
and Natalie Teeger.

Monk?

From junior high?

That's right.

Sherry told me
all about you.

About how you never took
a single gym class.

I had a note.

Huh.

(Michael)
Oh, my God!

They did that too?
Animals.

Did they
take anything?
Michael.

Please just leave.

[sighs]

Sir, she asked you
to leave.

Yes, okay.
I'm going.

But before I do,

I figured I'd save myself
a stamp.

Here you go.
Your monthly pound of flesh.

Mail it next time.
I'll pay for the stamp.

Yeah, well.
Good luck on this.

See ya around.

Thank you.

How much do we have?

[change rattles]

$18.25.

How do you do that?

I don't know.

It's kind of funny,
raising money for a dance

that neither of us
is going to.

Uh, Leo, here's the thing,
you gotta pay for that.

Pay for what?

Where's your evidence,
Columbo?

Leo, I'm telling
Principal Thicket.

I'm not kidding.

You don't wanna do that,
Sherry.

You'll be sorry.
I mean it.

Are you gonna pay us
or not?

Hmm.

[gasps]

[laughing]

Leo, I'm telling.
I'm serious!

Here, it's okay.
It's only chocolate. Here.

Thanks.

You should carry these
with you.

That's a list of people
that have worked

at her house
over the past year.

Do you recognize anybody?
No.

Neither did we.

Monk, Natalie and Sherry
are downstairs waiting for you.

Oh, yeah.

They're taking the painting
to the museum.

A guy named James Duffy
works there.

He's a restoration expert.

What, you're going with?

Yeah.
Well, keep
your eyes open.

What?
What do you mean?

It's just that your friend,
Sherry Judd,

just got a homeowner's policy
worth a million dollars

two weeks ago.

That's pretty convenient,
isn't it?
Well, that's ridiculous.

You think she did it herself
for the insurance?

No, no, she was in San Diego,
like she said.

But she could've
hired somebody.

No.
No?

She doesn't need the money.

I got a look
at that alimony check.

She's getting
20 grand a month.

That's a lot of dough.

Thank you.
But, Monk...

you and I have put
enough rich people in jail

to know that a lot
of dough is never enough.

They always want more.

Not Sherry.
You don't know her.

What?

It's just that
I haven't heard you

talk about
a woman like this...

for a long time.

(young Sherry)
How did you get
all that chocolate out?

My mom makes me keep
a backup shirt in my locker.

Listen, Sherry...
[clears throat]

I, uh,
I really like you--

(Leo)
Hey, Judd.

Here.

Let me help.

What are you doing?

(Leo)
Mr. Thicket said I have
to act more like a gentleman.

He said that just before
he gave me two weeks detention.

Thanks for ratting me out.

Well, you know, Leo,
you were stealing

from the decorating
committee...

man, which means
that you were

really stealing
from everybody.

Relax, Charlie Brown.
I learned a lesson.

I'll never steal again.

For example,
I'll never do this.

Uh, hey, Leo.
That's mine.

Could you please
give it back?
And I would never

ever dip this
into the toilet.

Oh, Leo, please.
Not the toilet.

Not the toilet.
Come on, Leo.

Be cool, man.

This is none
of your business, Jimmy.

I'm just saying
there's already enough

bad vibes in the world.

You don't have to add to it.

Come on.
Give it back.

What would Mick Jagger do?

He'd give it back.
Wouldn't he?

Here.

This isn't over.

So what's the name
of that dance?

The Spring Fling.

That sounds stupid,
but if you wanna go,

I'll go.

Yeah, that would be cool.

Are you okay?
I'm fine.

Are you sure?

Because I could get
Natalie to carry it.

Oh, hello.

We have an appointment
with James Duffy.

Art restoration.
Sure.

He'll meet you
in the main gallery.

Thank you.

Mr. Monk, can I give you
some advice?
Yeah.

And I'm only saying this
to you as a friend.

As someone who's dated...

A lot.
What?

Some wine spilled.

Where?

Over there.

It's a painting.

It's driving me
a little crazy.

Then don't look at it.

Okay, it's about Sherry.

I've been watching you,
and I--

I can't not look.

Maybe they could fix it.

This guy we're seeing
restores art, right?

Mr. Monk.

(Monk)
Maybe he could
just paint over it.

Forget about the painting.

I think you should
ask her out.

Take her to dinner.

Sherry?
No.

No, I can't.

Yes, you can.
I know you want to.

I do?
Yes.

You want to.
Trust me on this.

What about Trudy?
I'm a married man.

Mr. Monk, it's not really
a date.

You're old friends, right?
You're just catching up.

Mr. Monk, she likes you.

Uh, there's no way.
Why not?

She knows me.

Just think about this
for one second.

There are over 200 private
detectives in this city.

But she came to you,
didn't she?

She likes you.

I'm not gonna ask you again,
Miss Judd.

I want you
to open that locker.

This is crazy.

Principal Thicket,
I didn't take anything.

Open the locker.

What's going on?

Somebody stole
the bake sale money.

Mr. Thicket got
an anonymous note.

Whoever wrote it said they saw
the money in Sherry's locker.

That's impossible.

I--That's not mine.

That's not mine!

How did that
get in there?

Where's the money, Sherry?

I don't know.
I swear I didn't take it.

Well, how did this get in there?

Does anyone else
know your combination?

No.

Let's go
to my office.

I think we need
to talk to your parents.

Back to class.
Everybody, back to class!

I love this one.

Look at their faces.

I wonder what
they're thinking.

She's planning
to murder him.

What?

She's about to feed him
Amanita mushrooms.

You can tell
by the little white spots.

It's a deadly poison.

Maybe she doesn't know.

Oh, she knows.

He's been hitting her.
She's swollen.

See the bruises on her arms
and her left eye.

She knows what she's doing.

Must be hard.

To be you.

To see everything.

It's awful.

[mouths words]

Sherry.
Hmm?

I was wondering...later...

when we're done here...
if you're not too busy...

maybe, um, we could,
you know--

Hello. James Duffy.

Hi, my assistant told me you
have a canvas you need me to--

Sherry?

Yes.

It's Jimmy Wagner.

Jimmy?

Oh, my God.
I don't believe this!

Adrian, can you believe it?
It's Jimmy Wagner.

You still wear
a flower in your hair.

You look great.
Oh, no, you look great.

You look great.

They both look great.

Oh, do you remember
Adrian Monk?

Yes, of course,
Adrian, super sleuth.

I read about you
all the time.

Jimmy.

And Natalie Teeger.

They're helping me out.
I've just had a terrible week.

Somebody broke
into my house.

My housekeeper
was killed.

I heard about that.
I am so sorry.

I didn't realize
that was you.

Oh, it's confusing.
Sometimes I'm Sherry Norfleet.

I was divorced
in April.
Oh.

How 'bout you?

Divorced.
Lotta that going around.

But you changed
your name?

Well, my mother remarried
when I was 15.

Oh...

You really look great.

So I guess I should take
a look at the patient.

Oh, right over here.

You've come a long way
from tie-dyeing tee shirts.

I still do that
on the weekends too.

Don't tell anybody.

I remember this painting.

This was in your parents'
dining room.

Yeah, that's right.

Excuse me, Jimmy--Jim.

Is there anything peculiar
about that spray paint?

I'll have to run some tests,

but it feels like
an oil-based spray enamel.

You can get it
at any hardware store.

So what do you think, Doc?
Is she gonna make it?

She'll be fine.
I'll take good care of her.

Sherry, are you busy?

I would love
to show you my studio.

It's just
around the corner.

I-I'd love that.

That sounds like fun.

You look great.

(Climax)
* Baby, it's you
on my mind *

* Your love
is so rare... *

Sherry was here.
Cash box was here.

Leo comes in.
Put that cupcake down.

* And if I can't hold you
in my arms *

* It just wouldn't be fair

* 'Cause precious
and few *

* Are the moments
we two can share *

*

* And if I can't find
my way back home... *

Adrian Monk, is that you?

You're not allowed in here
until after the dance.

Oh, I'm not here
for the dance.

I'm trying to figure out
who stole the money

from the bake sale.

They said it was that girl.
The honor student.

Sherry Judd.

I made these
for the after-party.

Here, tell me
what you think.

Here. Here.
Take this one.

It has ten chocolate chips.
Exactly ten.

Just the way
you like it.

You're an excellent cook,
Mrs. Lidsky.

It's a gift
and a curse.

Here, I'll send some more
of these home with you

for you and your brother.

I've got some boxes left over
from the bake sale.

Blue icing.

What is it?

It's a clue.

Oh.

I'm so sorry,
Mr. Monk.

No, I'm happy for her.
They seem like a great couple.

Well, they're not
a couple yet.

They will be.
She's gonna go out with him.

How do you know?

I notice little things,
like the way she said,

"Yes, I will go out
with you."

She wrote her phone number
on his hand

and didn't let go of his hand
for 27 seconds.

[motorcycle revs]

Natalie.

Look at his gloves.

Yeah, so?
No fingers.

Remember the handprint
on Sherry's wall?

They were bikers?

They were bikers.

Captain, you know that list
of all the people

who worked at Sherry Judd's
house in the last year?

I cross-checked it against
registered motorcycle owners.

We got two hits.

Well, good, let's take one
and give one to Monk.

Yes, sir.
Which one?

Doesn't matter.

Oh, uh...

Just pick one.

One potato, two potato, three
potato, four, five potato...

Randy, a woman is dead.

Yes, sir.

My mother told me
to pick the--

Hey.

You, okay?
You look uncomfortable.

Why don't we leave?

No, Mr. Monk,
I'm fine.

Okay, but if you get
uncomfortable, you let me know.

And we can just leave.
Okay.

Whoa, or if you feel
like you're

about to get uncomfortable.

Okay, Mr. Monk, why don't
we call the captain

and just let him handle this?
No.

No, no.
We can do this.

Who are you
trying to impress?

Nobody.

Sherry.
No.

Natalie, I am
a private detective.

This is what I do.

I don't care what Sherry Judd
thinks of me.

She's just a girl
that sat behind me in homeroom.

Hey, you alone?

No, I'm with him.

So you're alone.

You know what, buddy?
You don't wanna do this.

Just back off.

Huh.
Huh.

Hey, how you doin'?

We're looking for Travis
and George Baptiste.

Never heard of 'em.

Okay, let's go.

That's funny, 'cause we heard
they're in here all the time.

[coughs]

[coughing]

Waiter.

He's...

Excuse me, sir.
There's no smoking.

It's okay.
He can smoke.

[coughs]

[coughing]

New rule, no spazzes
in the bathroom.

Okay, if I see any spazzes,
I'll tell them.

You're a regular Flip Wilson,
you know that?

Where's the money, Leo?

What are you
talking about, Monk?

Monk the punk.

You took the money
from the bake sale.

You put it
in the cake box

so nobody would
see you leaving with it.

Hey, they found
the empty cash box, remember?

It was in your
girlfriend's locker.

Which was locked.

You framed her.

How?
Tell me.

She's the only one
who knows the combination.

I don't know how.

But you did it.

You're the guy.

I'm the guy?

I'm the guy who's about
to stuff you

in your own locker
and lock the door.

[clears throat]

You, uh, looking for us?

Travis Baptiste?

Yeah I'm Travis.
This is George.

Your neighbor said
we might find you here.

You guys did
some roofing work

for Michael Norfleet
last year.

Yeah, that's right.

I wonder
why you're asking.

I wonder
if you wonder.

Where were you
Sunday night, Travis?

You a cop?

Are you a killer?

Whoa, whoa.

Time out, time out.
Let me get that.

(Natalie)
Mr. Monk, get back!

Broken glass.
Get down!

Take it out!

Put it down!
Drop it!

Everyone on the floor now!

Officer.
Officer.

Officer, I'm Adrian Monk.

I want you to put out an APB
on two homicide suspects.

They just ran outta here.

Their names are Travis Baptiste
and his brother George.

Got it?

Mr. Monk, look,
he left his wallet.

109 Vinton Street.
This is Sherry's house.

Enter here.

Somebody must have
hired them.

What?

Why are you making
that face?

Why are you smiling?

Stop it!

Kid, you all right?

Adrian, are you okay?

He'll be scarred for life.
Psychologically.

Nah, he'll get over it.

[whispers]

What did he say?

He said he solved
the case.

He knows how Leo did it.

Mike Norfleet.

Captain Stottlemeyer
wants to see me.

[laughing]
Yeah, I know.

I gotta go.

Whatever it is,
I didn't do it.

Sherry.
Captain.

What's going on?

Oh, good!

You fixed it.
It's as good as new.

Sir, please don't touch that.
That's evidence.

Evidence of what?

Mr. Norfleet,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Gladys Aquino,

your wife's housekeeper.

Son, this'll be
a lot easier on everyone

if you just confess.

I know you took
the money.

That's crazy.
It was in her locker.

Nobody else
could've opened it.

The cash box was in her locker
because you put it there.

And I know how you did it.

Here's what happened.

You hired two men, Travis
Baptiste and his brother,

to break in
to Sherry's house.

Ridiculous.

We found this
in Travis' wallet.

Anyone coulda written that.

It's true.

The letters are printed.

There's nothing special
about them.

But look at the house number.

Look at the zero.

There's a little line
through it.

I noticed something yesterday.

When you were stuffing me
into my locker.

Which, by the way,
wasn't very cool.

My locker was set to zero.

I remember that Sherry always
set her lock to zero as well.

Open the locker.

(Adrian)
But the day before

when Principal Thicket
found the cash box,

her lock was not set to zero.

This was all
about the zeroes.

You don't see a zero
written like this very often.

But I saw four of them

the day before

when you were writing
Sherry's alimony check.

I've seen other people
write zeroes like that.

True, but how many of them
also know the floor plan

to your wife's house?

Here's what happened.

When you pretended to help her
with her books,

you pocketed her lock
and replaced it with yours.

It was a perfect plan.

You took out the money.

Then, when nobody was watching,
you came back

and planted the cash box.

Then you put her lock
back on the locker.

Why would I hire somebody
to break into her house?

There's nothing in there
that I want.

Ah, yes, the motive.

I knew it had something to do
with this painting.

But I just couldn't
figure out what.

Then I remembered
how you resented

paying all that alimony.

I believe you called it
your monthly pound of flesh.

Her alimony?

You'd be paying
her alimony forever

unless she got remarried.

This wasn't
about stealing anything

or hurting anybody.

This was about them.

You were fixing them up.

He knew
about Jimmy.

I talked about him
all the time.

You tracked him down,
and you got lucky.

He was single and still living
right here in the city.

(Monk)
But you had a problem.

How were you going to
get them together?

You couldn't
just call her.

You and Sherry
were barely speaking.

And she would have resented
any suggestion you made.

So you played Cupid.

You hired Travis
and his brother

to break into her house.

And to deface the painting.

A painting she loved.

One you knew
she would want restored.

You were betting that eventually
she'd bring it to James.

He is the best art restorer
in the city.

They would discover
that they still had feelings

for each other.

And you were right.

Nice story.

You can't prove any of it.

You can't prove any of this.

Are you gonna believe
Adrian Monk?

He's a freak.
You can ask anybody.

Let's empty out
all your pockets.

Come on.

That's my money.

Travis and George
were just picked up this morning

in Las Vegas.

They will be here
tomorrow.

And these boys are gonna talk.
I can promise you that.

Their fingerprints
were all over that room.

This money's
from the bake sale.

That's my handwriting.

I wrote "Good Luck"
next to honest Abe Lincoln.

Why don't you and I have
a little talk in my office?

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Nobody was supposed
to get hurt.

What was Gladys doing there?

It was supposed
to be her day off.

Lieutenant Disher,
book him.

The crazy thing is...
it worked.

Congratulations,
darling.

Thank you.

You're amazing.

You're still amazing.

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