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Do you want to wait here or...
meet me inside?

Uh.. um..

I...I will say no.

- Why don't you just come with me?
- No.. uh.. down there?

I'm not, not good with garage.
It's so, garage like.

Why do you have to go the bank? Why
can't you just use one of those machines?

- Because I lost ATM card.
- I thought you just lost your check book.

Yes. And I also lost address book.

You'll stay here, I'll be
back in 5 minutes, ok?

Sharona.

- Douglas is worried about you.
- Oh, my god!

We need a paramedic!
He had multiple stab wounds.

The parking garage
on 10th and Van ness.

- He's been stabbed?
- Yes, I think he's dead!

And he said my name.
He's right over here.

What?

I'm telling you,
he was right here!

MONK Season 3 Epi. 06
Mr. Monk and the Girl Who Cried Wolf

- Anything?
- Captain, I'm not a rocket scientist,

but I think I know whether or not
there's a body in the room.

- Hey, here you go.
- Thanks.

So listen, I got to file a report here.
You understand, right?

This man you saw...

he was, what, medium build,
about 30 years old?

Maybe 35.

And he was wearing boots
and a cowboy shirt.

And he, uh, had a knife in his chest.

Yeah, and a screwdriver in his ear.

Flat head or Phillips head?

Sorry.

And this guy, he called
you by your name. - Yep.

I mean, did he say anything else?

- "Douglas is worried about you."
- "Douglas is worried about you."

Who's Douglas?

Douglas was my father's name.

Well, where's he now?

He's been dead for 20 years.

The luminol tests are negative.
There is no sign of blood.

Well, maybe whoever killed
the guy, cleaned up.

What, in two minutes,
and got rid of a body?

Even you couldn't do that.

Look at the windshield.

Okay, what about it?

There were four dead bugs on that
windshield in the shape of a trapezoid.

- A trapezoid.
- Yeah. They've been there all day.

Somebody wiped it off.

Well, maybe she wiped it off.

- Why would she do that?
- You tell me.

Look, Monk, you're the best
on-site detective I know.

Do you see anything here,

anything at all besides
the missing trapezoid bugs...

to corroborate her story?

I'm not at my best
in parking garages.

Oh. Trudy.
I'm sorry.

Look, I don't know what to think.

Sharona has been
under a lot of stress.

She's been losing things.
She's been forgetting appointments.

Maybe she needs some time off.

- From what?
- From you.

Monk, that lady's got the most
stressful job in North america.

I know guys on the bomb squad,
tough as nails, nerves of steel,

that couldn't work for you.
They'd have cracked four years ago.

I'd say give her a break.

A week off with pay.
Send her home.

There, case closed.

Well, I can't believe you've
never played dominos before.

Me neither.

That's the last one.
We did it.

Hold it.

- Okay.
- All right. - Good job.

- Now the best part.
- I know. I know.

I've been waiting for this.
Okay, on your mark...

Get set...
Go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What, what are you doing?

Putting them away.
Hey, watch this.

Two at a time.

No, no, no. You're supposed
to knock them down.

What? - You're supposed
to knock them over.

No, no, wait, wait, wait,
Benjy, Benjy, Benjamin.

No, no, see, if, if you
knock that one over,

then they're all going to go.

And then, then you
have a giant mess.

Thank god I was here.

Let's put them away.
This is fun. - But, you know...

Hey, hey. Let's put
them away in order.

- Here. Here's a 2 dotter.
- Fine.

Looking for all the 2 dotters.

Hey, Benjy, listen, I'm going
to be back in two hours,

and there's no TV until
you do your homework, okay?

All right, now my...

my wallet...

keys...

the window.

Adrian, can you get
this window for me?

- Because I'm, I'm running late.
- Sure.

- How's your class going?
- Great.

I used to write all the
time in high school,

but I, I think it's very important
that I have a creative outlet, you know?

Something to express myself.

So, uh, when are you
coming back to work?

Um...
Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow. Really?
- Yeah.

Adrian, I really appreciate
the time off.

And, uh, listen...

I know you were worried about me,
but it was so real.

His face, the blood...

it's not going to happen again.

All right.

Benjy, be good.
Listen to him, okay? - Okay.

I can't believe she actually
likes going to school.

She stays up all night writing
her stories. - What kind of stories?

I don't know.
She doesn't let me read them.

I saw the name of one, though.

- "The fatal recipe."
- Yeah.

I think it's a mystery.

Stop! stop!

Benjy, stop,
stop it. stop it.

Stop!

Oh...

Stop!

What have we done?

Gandoroh watched the pilgrims of
Zenlahf enter the valley below.

He saluted them
with his robotic right arm.

In his left arm he held
the cloak of invisibility,

while he slipped his middle
arm behind his back

to pull the final arrow
from his quiver.

The end.

Thank you, Billy.
That was very vivid.

- Any questions or comments?
- Yeah, I got a question.

Who do I see about getting
the last 15 minutes of my life back?

For your information, Varla, fantasy
fiction is very hot right now, okay?

For your information,
you're delusional.

You know what I do all day?
I'm a nurse. I know sick when I see it,

and this is one sad,
sick, geeky puppy.

Varla, please, no negatives.

We are here to support each other
and respect each other.

Okay.

Here are your papers
from last week.

Eddie, very good.

Rita, love the metaphor.

George, not bad.

Varla...

A B-? Oh, we're going
to have to talk about this.

Okay, um,

continue to work on your papers.

Remember to write
your first draft by hand.

Just let it flow.
I will see you all Wednesday.

- Um, Ms. Preminger?
- Yes?

- I didn't get my paper.
- Sharona, you didn't turn one in.

What? Yeah, I did. I, I gave it
to you on Wednesday.

I was going to mention that, actually,

but I just assumed you didn't finish
and you'd turn it in later.

No. no, no, no.
I, I handed it in.

I, you were looking at it.

Did you check your car?
Maybe it fell between the seats?

No. I...

Sharona, are you okay?

Oh, my god!

You know, it's a confusing time,

not just for you, but for everyone.

It's hard to feel centered.

These days, it's hard to even
know where the center is.

what are you feeling right now?

Well, I feel weird being here...

like I'm trespassing.

I bet those pillows
must drive him crazy, huh?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Well, I see my window is
cleaner than your window.

That's got to be him.

Sometimes I wish that we
could switch seats,

So I could get
this window a little...

You, you said that, um,

You've been, what,
losing things, right?

Besides my sanity?

Look...

I thought I handed in a paper at school,

and it turned out I didn't.

That happens.

Okay, well, last week...

I found a remote control
in the freezer.

4 days ago, my car keys
are in the basement,

And I haven't been down
there in months.

Are you next?

I'm just waiting for a friend.

I've never been here
on Tuesday before.

I'm here on Mondays...

And Fridays.

And every other Wednesday.

What do you think of the new
white noise machine?

I don't like it.
It's half-decibel louder.

Exactly. - Yeah.

How do you feel when,
when you lose something?

Scared...
But I can't show it because of Benjy.

Okay, what, what are you afraid of?

That I'm falling apart...

like my father.

Tell me about that.

My father was a very active man.

Because he owned a hardware
store back in Jersey,

and, um, one morning,
he never came downstairs.

He wouldn't get out of bed.
He said he couldn't.

He said he was too tired.

And he never got out of bed...

and my mother had sold the store.

- I'm sorry.
- Everybody was sorry.

And then he ended up in the hospital.

Everybody called it a rest home,
but I knew what that really was.

So...

you know what? All,
all I can remember...

was that, that his room was
this ugly blue color,

and that it smelled like fish,

and that's where he died in that room.

I was 12 at that time and...

Oh, that's how old Benjy is.

I swear to god, if I have a breakdown,
I am never going to forgive him.

Your father?

Adrian.

Sharona, you're, you're not...

you're not saying that Adrian
is responsible for this.

You're a nurse. You know
he's not contagious.

Look, I am with him all day,

and all I know is that
I was fine before I met him.

what are you doing?

Just making them even...

two, two...
and two.

- That's the way Dr. Kroger likes it.
- Did he tell you that?

I didn't think so.

No, Dr. Kroger and I have a system.

We, we arrange them by titles.

I don't think so.

So this is why I have to
fix it every time I come in.

I was just about to say
the same thing.

- Right up here.
- Stop acting like a child now.

You are being ridiculous.
You are spiraling...

Not only do you have
serious control issues,

- you're a pathological liar.
- Well, you are a fool.

Because I know, I have known Dr. Kroger
for a much longer time than you.

Don't drop it on the floor!

Well, now, now we have to throw it out.

You're being ridiculous.
This goes up here.

- You're very selfish.
- Harold, Harold...

Dr. Kroger, he keeps
messing up our system.

It has to be even.
We always make them even.

- You need help, buddy.
- Adrian! Harold!

When you're in your own homes, you can
arrange everything just the way you'd like.

This happens to be my office.

If things are a little messy,
I like it that way.

I hope you'll both respect that.

Harold, would you like to step in?
I'll be with you in a minute.

Yes, why don't you go in the office now?

Adrian, I'll take care
of it from here. Thank you.

Harold, go in the office.
I'll be there in a second.

- Thank you, Harold.
- I'll see you in hell, Harold. - Adrian.

Sharona, that was
a very good start.

I'll see you on Thursday. Harold!
Thank you. Adrian.

- Thank you, doctor.
- Thank you.

How was it in there?

I don't want to talk about it.

I'm going to go wash up.

You can get through this.
You can get through this.

Oh, my god.

- Daddy needs you.
- Oh, my god!

Adrian, I...

He, he was right there.
Look, Check the stall.

- I, I'd rather not check the stall.
- Check the stall!

All right.
I'll check the stall.

Oh, god.

I remember when bathroom walls were
for phone numbers and dirty limericks.

And funny drawings of your
commanding officer.

What drawings?

Like that?

I don't know.

Maybe the eyebrows were
a little bit thicker.

Mm, like that.

Maybe. I, I don't know.

So what do you think?

- I want to believe her.
- Well, I want to believe her, too,

but that's not what I asked you.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm too close to it,
like I am with the Trudy case.

- There is zero physical evidence.
- There was the hook in the ceiling.

We checked it, Monk.
It was always there.

There it is.
Right there.

This?

Oh, that's a perfect match.

What's that white stuff?

- Plaster...
- from the wall.

Well, now we know what
"help me" means.

Sharona...

Adrian...

I can't take care of you anymore.

What? - Look, I have to take
some time off, okay?

Now, I just called a really good friend
of mine who's a registered nurse,

and she's going to fill in for me.

What's she like?

- Are you Adam?
- Uh, no.

Wait. Hold on. Anthony.

- Adrian.
- No, that's not it.

Shoot, I can't read
my own handwriting.

It's Adrian.
I'm pretty sure.

Hold on.
A, adrian.

You were right.

I'm Varla, Sharona's friend
from her writing class.

- She told you I was coming, right?
- Well, um...

- uh...
- what are you looking at?

My eyes are up here.

I, uh, no. Uh, no, I wasn't...

What's a Monk doing
looking at my breasts?

I'm not a Monk.
My name is Monk.

My boyfriend teaches kickboxing.

You don't want to be
messing with me.

- Uh, are you a nurse or...
- I'm not just a nurse.

Honey, I'm your nurse.

And I got to pee.
Hold my note.

Got to go make my bladder gladder.

Not, not, not, no.
No, please, don't.

That, not really a public...
restroom.

What do you want from me?

I have a knife!

Hey.

You don't recognize your
own ex-husband?

Trevor.

You scared me half to death.
How did you get in here?

You still hide your spare
keys above the door.

Well, you just can't come walking
into my house like this, okay?

I'm waiting for Benjy.

- He called me.
- Benjy called you?

He said he was worried about you.

Well, you're wasting your time.
You should go back to Jersey.

We're fine.

Are you?

I'm going to need a list of your meds
and the proper dosages.

- Don't take any medication.
- What the hell am I doing here, then?

I have, I just need a little help.

- Doing what?
- Everything.

I'm hungry.

What's in here?

- Shoes?
- No, that's my food.

I keep it all airtight containers.

It's in a certain order.
It's color-coded.

There's a chart on the inside
of the door here.

What's in this one?

- Turkey?
- That's for you.

For me?
You didn't even know I was coming.

I know, but it's yours now.

No meds, huh?

Sharona wanted me to,
to give you this.

What's on?

Adrian monk, care and feeding.
Special diet, he's got phobias.

Heights, germs, snakes,
crowds, milk...

you're afraid of milk?

How old are you, man?

I got a 2 year old nephew
who's not afraid of milk.

- You must be very proud of him.
- For what, not being afraid of milk?

That just mean she's normal.

You don't need this.

Sharona's a good nurse,

but she's been treating
you like a baby.

The party is over, Adrian monk,

Because I'm going to
treat you like a man.

Don't do that.

And since we're going to be
together for two weeks,

there's a few things
you need to know, - No, no, no.

all right? I get a hour for lunch
by myself with a TV.

Okay, by 5:30, what?

In my car driving away waving goodbye.

I get weekends off.

Don't call me at home
unless it's an emergency,

which it won't be,
so don't ever call me.

- Yeah.
- There you go again,

- looking at my chest.
- No, no, I'm...

Touch me again and I'm going to smack you
so hard, even your children will feel it.

- Now, where you keep the chips?
- I don't, I don't have any children.

Um, Trudy and I talked
about it, but, uh...

Oh, shoot,
there's a crumb.

So how's Sharona, anyway?

I, I don't know. Uh...

- I was just going to call her, though.
- I'm worried about that girl.

I have never seen anybody
fall apart that fast.

Really? - I used to work
in the psycho wards.

Nobody starts hallucinating overnight,

unless they've been
chewing on mushrooms.

But with Sharona, there were
no warning signs at all.

It just doesn't make sense.

- You're right.
- I know I'm right.

I don't need you
to tell me I'm right.

- What are you doing?
- I want to check something out.

That's what I do.
You come with me.

- What?
- It's part of the job.

I'm a detective,
and you are my helper.

I'm your what?

- Ms. Preminger.
- Oh, Sharona.

Thank you for coming.
I wanted to talk to you in person.

Are you really dropping my class?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

Was, was it something
I did or said?

Oh, no, no, no, no.
You, you've been great. I...

I just have some personal issues.

Sharona, promise me that
you will continue to write.

You have such a unique voice,
and I don't say that to everybody.

That essay you wrote
about your father...

- I cried when I read that.
- Thanks.

Well, if you go to the
registrar's office, you might

be able to get a partial
refund on your tuition.

Sharona?

Sharona, are you okay?

There's somebody outside the window.

Where?

You know, I'm...
I'm just really tired.

Ms., Um,
thanks for everything.

You're going to have to take
care of Benjy for a little while.

- Since when?
- Since now.

Hey, don't give me that look.

You didn't win anything.
This isn't about custody.

This is about what's doing
best for Benjy right now,

and when I'm feeling more up to it,

he's going to come back with me.

Right?

She parks the car here.

She gets out, come on.
You be her.

Screwdriver man appears.

He walks toward her.

What is it?

Is that a clue?

It's a silver tip from a cowboy boot.

Sharona said he was
wearing cowboy boots.

Ooh, may it was Garth brooks.

There. I solved the case.

What?

Am I right about Garth brooks?

She wasn't hallucinating.

He was here.

- Wipe.
- Wipe what?

When I say "wipe,"
you give me a handwipe.

That's how it works.

That's how what works? - It.

You better get over it real fast.

Is this home made?

- Don't you have a class?
- I'm taking the night off.

- That's a first.
- How would you know?

You'd have to be paying attention
to know something like that.

Meredith...

let's don't start.

Are you sick?

No. But you are.

In fact...

I'll be calling the paramedics
in about 2 and half to 3 minutes.

What for?

Maxwell, You're going
to have a heart attack.

Right on time...
as always.

Oh, he's dead.

He's been dead for a long time.
He just didn't know it.

- This wine OK?
- Oh, no. Wine's fine.

It was just in the soup.

To our partner, Sharona fleming.

We couldn't have done it without her.

Sharona!
Great news!

Hey, you're not going
to believe it.

What, what happened here?

Nothing. It fell.
What is it?

Aw, let me help you.

- What, what is it?
- One second.

Hey, coconut,

you were talking to the lady.
Finish what you were saying.

- You're not crazy.
-What?

You are not crazy.

You might want a second opinion.

This man's not exactly
an expert on not crazy.

Why didn't you tell me
he thinks he's Kojak?

A friend has an obligation to tell another
friend when somebody think he's Kojak.

- I'm sorry.
- What is all this paper?

It's scrap paper.
I use it for packing.

- Well, it's all crumpled now.
- It's supposed to be crumpled.

He's not on meds?
Honey, he was made for meds.

Hey, let me do this.
You talk to her.

I went back to the garage.
I found a boot tip.

Kojak and I were very excited
about that boot tip.

There is a shoe repair shop
on Lark avenue

that replaced a tip on
a cowboy boot last monday.

The customer's name
was Denny graf.

Does it mean anything
to you? - No.

Well, he's a security guard
at the community college.

My college?

That mystery story that you wrote,

"the fatal recipe",
what was the plot?

Well, it's about a woman who kills her

husband and makes it
look like a heart attack.

Mrs. Preminger canceled
her class last night...

because her husband Max
died of a heart attack.

- Right after he ate some tomato soup.
- Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.
That's my story.

It, it's based on a real case
when I was an intern.

The teckolic acid in the tomato soup
activates the poison.

It's virtually untraceable.

They stole my story!
That's plagiarism!

Yeah, well, actually,
it's murder.

Did you keep a copy of the story?

Whoa, mom. are you okay?

Yeah, I'm great, and you're
not going to Jersey.

Trevor, if you want to hang
out here, that's fine,

but, uh, Benjy's staying with me.

He's not leaving.

I'll be right back.

What's going on?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

This is Varla davis.
She's my new...something.

How y'all doing?
Are y'all pretend police officers, too?

No, ma'am.
We are real policemen.

- What's so important?
- I'm not crazy.

It's true.

A woman named Meredith preminger
lives right there.

She's Sharona and Varla's
creative writing teacher,

and last night she killed her husband.

- And it was Sharona's idea.
- No, it wasn't.

Well, in a way, I...

Here's what happened.

A month ago, Sharona wrote
a murder mystery

about a woman who kills her husband
using a virtually untraceable poison.

The story was a blueprint
for a perfect murder,

exactly what Meredith and
her lover were looking for.

But they had a problem.

If they stole her idea,
after he died,

Sharona might become suspicious.

Somehow they had to discredit her
in advance before the murder.

- So nobody would believe her.
- Exactly.

So Sharona started seeing things.

- Like dead people.
- And losing things.

Yeah, they must have stolen the keys
from my purse and made copies of them,

and that's how they got into my house
and moved everything around.

Look, at 5:30, I am off the clock.

I don't care if y'all are
still looking for Waldo.

I'm outta here.

- So that's the new nurse.
- Yeah.

- How's that going?
- Oh, I love her.

Couldn't be better.
Help me.

- Ms. Preminger?
- That's right.

Excuse me, I'm sorry.
I know this is a bad time.

I'm captain Stottlemeyer.
This is Adrian monk, lieutenant Disher,

and I believe you know
Varla davis and Sharona fleming.

What's going on?

Well, ma'am, there have been some questions
raised about the death of your husband.

By her?

Captain, she's delusional.
You can ask anyone.

Meredith, is there a problem?

God, that's, that's him.

They want to talk to me
about Max's death.

It's not a good time.
Maybe after the services on Saturday.

You mean after the body's
been cremated?

You poisoned him, and you got
the idea from that story I wrote.

- Did I?
- Yes.

- Can you prove it?
- Yes, I can. It's right here.

This is my second draft.

The fatal recipe.

That's a good title.

Help me, help me, somebody help me.
Help me, please.

- Help me now.
- Shoot.

You know this is going
to affect our grade.

Is there anything else?

I didn't think so.

They, they must have
taken the real papers

when, when they were
in my house. They...

My fault.
I should have read it first.

Well, it couldn't have hurt.

Sharona, has anybody else
read your story?

No, she told me not
to show it to anyone.

Would the poison show up
in an autopsy?

Probably, but no judge is going
to order one without any evidence.

Listen, there has to be
something. There, there...

Oh, I know where there's a copy,

a copy of your story in
your own handwriting.

- That's impossible.
- Oh, it's possible,

and I'll show it to you
on three conditions.

Number one, I'm not
waiting two weeks.

You taking him back today.

Right now.
The party is over.

What are the other two conditions?

Forget the other conditions.

I want you to stay with her,
Because y'all are a perfect team,

- Sharona, Monk, and not me.
- Deal. Where's the story?

Mrs. Preminger always told us
to write our first draft by hand,

- something about feeling the words.
- Right, but I threw it out.

She told us to throw away
our first drafts.

Yeah, but you didn't. You used it
as scrap paper and packing material.

Kenny smiled icily.

Don't worry about the police, he said.

The teckolic acid in the soup
is 100 % untraceable.

- Just call me Mrs. Kojak.
- Well, where were you?

I, she makes me very nervous.

Well, I'm going to have another talk
with the grieving widow.

Yes, you do that.

Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on, dishwater.

I need you to take
me home, baby. It's 5:30.

- I have to go with the captain.
- No, you need to take me home.

I'm not going to be standing around here

watching y'all read
nobody their rights, now.

I'm ready to go.
I said I say 5:30, I get off at 5:30.

Get in the car.
Come on.

Get in the car.
Let's go.

What are you looking at?

My eyes are up here!

That's the D. A.
with a search warrant.

There'll be an autopsy tomorrow.

- Let's go home.
- Good idea.

What?

- I missed you.
- I missed you, too.

- Get in the car.
- And, uh...

can I be the one with
all the problems again?

Sure.

- Get in the car.
- What a relief.

Unless, of course,
you miss it.

We could take turns.

I can go off the rails
Monday through Friday,

you can have the weekends.

Actually, you know what?
That would be perfect,

because even though I would be
on my own for those two days,

you couldn't stick me with Varla again,
because she always takes the weekends off.

Of course, then you would have to prepare
my Saturday and Sunday meals in advance.

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