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Dear fellow Monk-ophiles,

"As you can see,
"I have decided to redesign

the homepage... again!

"As the greatest detective
in the universe would say;

"you'll thank me later.

Love to all, Marci. "

Bye-bye.

That's better.

Oh, Brian! Brian!

Victory is mine!

Oh, man!

Thought I had you.

You almost did.

Debbie?

Debbie, honey.

Brian's here.

We're gonna watch the Giants.

Maybe she went out.

No. Her car's still here.

Debbie?

Oh, my God!

Debbie!

Debbie!

Brian, call 9-1-1!

Oh, baby!

Are you Marci Maven?

Do you own a dog named Otto?

You're damn right she does.

That beast of yours
killed my wife!

I warned you about him!

Mr. Ringel, please.

We'll take care of this.

What's going on?

There was an attack earlier
today across the street.

Oh, today?
No, that wasn't Otto.

We're gonna have
to take him in, ma'am.

Where's the dog?

Yeah, I really don't think it was him.

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Bachelor Auction? What?

Yeah, people bid for you.
It's fun.

- It's for charity.
- Now this side's crooked.

When you're up for reinstatement,
it'll look good on your record.

Plus, it's for a good cause.
Police widows.

It's always the widows.

Why can't they just move on, you know?

Everybody's doing it.
The captain's doing it.

- Don't you wanna be a team player?
- No.

Don't you want to appear
to be a team player?

Sure.

All right. How about this?

You give me $600.

When somebody bids on you,

I'll bid against them. I'll outbid them.

You'll outbid them?
That's a good plan.

That's a great plan.

How do I get my money back?

No, you don't.
It goes to charity.

Let's keep thinking.

Oh, God!
My God! Natalie!

It's that girl,
that Marci Maven,

my crazy fan.

Oh, hey, Marci.

Oh, Natalie, hello.

I need to speak
with Adrian.

Sorry.
You just missed him he's, um...

he's getting his hair cut.

I know he's here.

Okay, he left at 8:00.
He came back 35 minutes later.

And besides, he only gets his hair cut

every first and third Tuesday
of every month.

He's behind the door.

I can smell his shampoo.

Pantene for dry hair.

Listen, I really need to speak with
him It's important I'm in trouble!

That's what you said last year, Marci.

You said it was a matter
of life or death.

He got in the car,
you locked the door

and tried to drive him
to Corpus Christi.

It was Thanksgiving!

What does that have to do with anything?

Listen it's different this time.

My neighbor got killed!

They're blaming my dog.

Somebody's framing my dog!

Okay, then call the police.

I did they don't believe me.
Okay Marci, Marci sorry, can't help you.

- Is she gone?
- Yeah.

Hey, Adrian.
It's me, Marci Maven.

Next up,
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer.

Who wants to take
this handsome stud home, huh?

Captain Stottlemeyer

plays guitar and claims to be
quite handy around the house.

Do I hear $300?

$300!

Okay okay, here is $600 but don't
spend it all if you don't have to.

- Do I hear $400?
- $400 going once...

- $2,000!
- I have $2,000.

Going once, going twice,
sold to that

very generous woman
in the leopard shirt.

What are you doing?

I am buying six hours with my man.

- He hasn't left the office in 2 weeks.
- That's a lot of money.

Damn right.

So you had better be worth it.

Ladies, say hello to Randy Disher.

Born in San Diego,
now a homicide detective.

Enjoys home-cooked meals
and long walks on the beach.

- Should I take this off?
- Um, no, that's... Okay!

Do I hear $300?

$300!

- $300. How about $350?
- $350!

- $400.
- $400!

- $450!
- $400? $450!

- $650!
- Come on, $750.

- $800!
- $850.

$850! Going once, going twice...

Wrap this boy up he's sold.

All right!

Thank you.

Hi, I'm Cameron Meyer.

Randy Disher.

Well, Ms. Meyer.

I guess you're the boss.

What'd you have in mind?

This is Sam.

He wants to be a policeman.

I thought i could just drop him off
and he could follow you around.

Yeah, sure.
That'd be, uh... that'd be great.

This is gonna be
a lotta fun, huh?

Next on our program
is Mr. Adrian Monk.

Mr. Monk
is a former

homicide detective now
working as a private consultant.

He has worked
on many famous cases.

Let's start the bidding
at $200.

Do I hear $200?

Ladies, this is a world-class detective.

Maybe you have a husband
or a boyfriend

who needs following.

Maybe you can't find
your car keys.

$200.

- I have an opening bid of $200
- $250!

I have $250.
Do I hear $300?

- $300.
- $300.

- $350!
- $350.

$400?
Come on, ladies!

$600!

We have $600.

$600 and, uh...hold on, hold on!

Uh... $34.17.

- $800.
- $800!

Do I hear $850?

$800 going once...

$5,000!

Mr. Monk, you cannot bid
on yourself.

$800 going twice...

Wait, stop! No.
No, no, no. Okay.

Somebody?

I'll do anything.
I'll do anything.

Look.

Beefcake.

Beefcake.

Please.

There was a restraing order.

Sold...

to the very determined,
very mysterious girl

in the green.
Okay.

Nice going all righty next.
Okay.

Hello!

Right on time, of course.

It's okay.
I'm right here.

Come in come in, come in.

No.

You can pick him up
at 6:00.

No, no.
She's with me.

I can't do this alone.

Well, Adrian, I...

I bid on you.

I mean, I...

don't think we need a chaperone.

6:00 would be great.

Yeah, she's with me.
I can't do this alone.

Okay, fine good.
The more the merrier i just...

I hope I made enough cookies.

Oh, I painted this for you two years ago

for your birthday,
but Judge Franklin wouldn't

let me give it to you
because

of the restraining order.

You know,
50 yards away and.. no contact.

Jerk.

Oh, please,make yourselves at home.
Sit down i'm sorry I'm babbling.

I'm nervous, you know?

I've just been imagining this
for so long, you know?

You, Adrian Monk.

You're really here.

Oh! So rude.

Here we go.

Summit Creek Water.

It's his favorite.
I know.

Well, do you know what his
favorite drink was last year?

I do!

Sierra Springs.

Ten ice cubes, of course.

And...

some cookies, fresh from the oven.

They're square.

I knew you would appreciate that.

Yeah, I've been baking all day...

and cleaning!
I wanted everything to be perfect.

Marci...

is this my glass?

Not anymore.
You threw it out, remember?

And yes, this is your rug.

And yes, that's your lamp.

And yes, these are your pants.

Don't worry.
Not crazy, just a fan.

You are amazing.

But you know that, don't you?

His pants?

You know what I love?
I love how you solve cases.

The way you move around
and you look at things.

And you see things no one else sees.

I love that.
I mean, you really are a great artist.

Well, a great artist...
I don't know about that.

Is there a problem?

No, no, no.

He's a great artist.

That's why I went to the auction.

Because I really am in trouble.
I need your help, you know?

So do you wanna talk
about the case now

or should we just relax
for a little while?

What are the choices again?

Relax or talk about the case.

Yeah, relax!
Let's just relax.

Plenty of time.

Five hours and 52 minutes.

Mr. Monk!

Excuse me.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

This is my favorite.
It's from last summer.

See, what I do is I read
the articles about you

and then I make dioramas
of the various cases.

This one is "Mr. Monk
and the Three Pies. "

What?!

When you went to see your brother.

That's what I call it.

Is that... me?

Adrian, should we call the captain?

Not yet, Marci.

We need to gather more evidence.

Natalie, get the car.

On my way, Mr. Monk.

Is that me?

It's a troll doll.

I can't imagine life without you.

Adrian, I've waited so long...

Marci, are you a musician?

You know I am!

I've only sent you all my demos.

I'm working on a song. Here.

There's a man in California
If you're ever in a funk

He may not be F. Murray Abraham

But I think he's a hunk

And his name is

On second thought,
why don't you tell me about the case?

I'm sorry.
Can we start over?

You had a dog.

- His name was Otto.
- Yep, that's right.

- And Otto died last week?
- Monday, yeah.

Well, I buried him Monday night.

So he's in the ground, dead.

Dead, dead dog.

And then three days later, on Thursday,

the woman across the street
was attacked?

By... by a dog.
Yeah, she was mauled.

Isn't that the grossest word?

"Mauled. "Mauled.

I mean, Otto had snapped
at her last year,

but it wasn't a big deal.
But of course,

the cops naturally think that he did it.

So they dug him up
to compare the teeth marks.

And they matched.

Well, that's what they say.

They're gonna return him tomorrow.

I guess I'm gonna have
to bury him again.

So to recap, the dog dies on Monday,

then three days later,
kills your neighbor.

Pretty freaky, huh?

And the dog was definitely dead
when you buried him.

Yeah, the dog was definitely
dead when I buried him.

What do you think, I'm a nut?

What do you think, Adrian?

I stopped thinking an hour
and a half ago. What do you think?

I think we should call the captain.

That's the men's room.

And... Hey.

This... is my desk.

Lieutenant Disher.

Oh, check these out.

Real handcuffs.

Wanna try 'em on?

So... Sam.

How long have you wanted
to be a policeman?

I don't wanna be a cop.

But your mom said you did.

Maybe when I was nine.

How old are you now?

Nine and a half.

Who'd want to be a cop?

You don't make any money
and everybody hates you.

Okay, so,
what do you wanna do?

We got some game and stuff,
I think, for when kids visit.

How about that?
Let's see.

No.

Ah, yeah, here we go.

How about this?

We got crayons.

Coloring book.

- I did that one.
- I used to love this game.

Hm. Timber.

Set it up.

I'm looking at the forensic
report right now, Monk.

Your girlfriend's in a lot of trouble.

Yeah, she's...

she's not my girlfriend.

Look, the bite marks all match 100%.

It's as good as a fingerprint.

She says the dog was already dead.

Debbie Ringel was attacked by a dog.

And it wasn't a ghost dog.

Here is a more likely scenario.

The dog kills the neighbor,
Marci panics.

She has her own dog put down and claims
that he died a couple of days earlier.

I don't know.
I- I don't know.

Animal control warned her
about Cujo at least twice,

which means she's responsible.

She could be indicted for manslaughter.

What she needs is a good lawyer

and you need to get the
hell out of there. Okay?

Bye-bye.

Right.

Natalie.

Not like that.
Push it with your fingertips.

Now pull it
from the other side over here.

- All right.
- That's how you do it.

Having fun?
Yeah.

You know.

If you need me, I will be at
the Four Seasons with Linda.

Do not need me.

She'll kill me.

Okay, that's yours.
Have fun.

Oh, Captain?

Have fun.

Okay, I'm gonna go again.

Push...

They think i killed Otto?!

- Well, that would explain quite a bit.
- Makes a lotta sense.

No, I-I don't do that, okay?

I don't kill things I love.

Well, that's reassuring.

There must be another explanation.

Like what, Marci?

Like, I don't know.
I mean, you do it all the time.

The police have a theory
and they think it's cut and dry.

And then you come in
and you do your thing.

And you get clues and you figure it out.

You know, it's like "Mr. Monk
and the astronaut. "

Or "Mr. Monk goes back to school. "

- Oh, remember that one?
- No!

Where are you getting these names?

According
to the forensic laboratory reports...

Yeah, well, they're wrong.

Okay. They can make mistakes.

Maybe it was, uh, a frame-up.

They framed your dog?

Yeah, maybe theydid
frame my dog, Natalie.

It's not totally unprecedented.

What about "Mr. Monk
and the Panic Room"?

They tried to frame a monkey,
didn't they?

See, things aren't always as they seem.

- That's true.
- Okay.

We made a deal.

Okay I spent $800 for six hours.
I own you.

You have to do what I say.

What if he's home?

There's no car in the driveway.

Worry wart.

Adrian.

- You'll be the lookout.
- I'm not the lookout.

That's where they found her...
in the shed.

He's doing it.

That is so cool.

I've got goose bumps.

I really do. You wanna see?

- No, thank you.
- Bumpy.

You have the best job in the world.

Not today, I don't.

Did you say something?

'Cause it sounded like
you said something.

What?

She was attacked right here.

You can still see
the blood.

But she must've tried
to fight back.

Right?

Look at all these tools.

Why... why didn't she grab
one of these tools?

What are you doing?

- Clue hug!
- No!

- Natalie!
- Marci!

Ooh, right.
Yes, go!

Keep going you're amazing.
You're amazing. Do your thing.

What is that?

It's a flower petal.

Tulip?

There's no tulips in this yard.

That's not a clue.

That's just something I notice.

This is what we call
an observation.

Okay, right.

Can I help you?

Oh, it's you!

Why can't you just leave me alone?

Mr. Ringel,
I'm very sorry for your loss.

I wonder if I could ask you
a couple of questions.

Did you actually see Marci's dog
on that day?

Weknowit was her dog.

He crawled in under the fence.
You can still see the hole.

I talked to the cops.

All the teeth marks match.

And who the hell
are you?

Thisis Adrian Monk, okay?

And he happens to be
a genius.

Marci,
don't... don't...

If you have anything
to hide...

and I have a hunch
that you do...

he's gonna find it he's already found,
like, a million clues tell him.

Okay, Marci,
let's just leave this man alone.

Youdid it!
You killed her.

You are in big trouble,
mister.

Big trouble because Adrian Monk
always gets his man, friend

Sorry about her sorry about everything.
Sorry for your loss.

So sorry.

I- I did manage

To get your tools all this hose is
kind of a mess, though you might wanna..

it's okay.

Natalie!

He said Natalie!

According to the police,
Otto dug this hole,

attacked Mrs. Ringel,
then got out the same way.

So?

Well, where's the dirt?

It's all on the other side.
But that's the wrong side.

When a dog digs a hole,
he pushes the dirt behind him.

And... look!

- Dead...
- Tulip.

It's possible.

There's a chance she's not crazy.

I mean, she's crazy,
but she might not be wrong.

- Clue hug?
- Take it like a man.

Uh, I need a wipe, Natalie.

Hold on!

Right here here.
Oh, no!

Use mine.

They're monogrammed.
They're better.

I- I did it myself.

They're sanitary wipes.

Doesn't that defeat the purpose?

Adrian, she's ruing everything.

I mean, who is she?

I'm his assistant, okay?

I been with him for three years.

Well, I've known him
even longer,okay?

Here's a little
news flash, Marci.

Stalking someone
and knowing someone...

two different things!

Excuse me.
Ladies, let's settle down.

I think we might have
an actual murder on our hands.

Oh, woo-hoo!

Exactly.
Woo-hoo.

Let's just think
for a minute, okay?

Tell me about the dog.

How did he die?

Kidney failure.
He went really quickly.

Before he passed,
did anything unusual happen?

Oh, yes!

About two weeks ago,
he disappeared for a whole day.

I couldn't find him.
I was worried sick.

I was putting up posters
everywhere.

And then around 6:00,
he just showed up.

And you have no idea
where he was?

No.
He was covered in woodchips, though.

Is that important?
It took me an hour to brush it out.

You still have the brush?

The brush?
Please.

Actually,
that's a good idea.

I'll get it.

It's teak.

Mahogany.

Lumber yard.

Oh, no.

We have to now.
It's tradition.

Can I help you?

This is Adrian Monk.
He's gonna be asking you some questions.

- What about?
- You'll find out. First,

there are some ground rules.
No coughing, no sneezing.

You will not shake his hand.
You will not make small talk.

Do you understand?

Lower that sleeve
so it's even with the other one.

He's very particular.

Yes.

Have you seen this dog?

No.

Thank you.

That is four lumber yards down,
one to go.

How am I dong?

Not bad, actually.

Well, if you ever need
an assistant...

Well, I have Natalie.

Maybe it's time
for a change.

Natalie and I have been together for
three and a half years.So I don't thi...

I'll work for free.

What?

You're considering it?

Well, you know...
free.

So?

You wanna make a counter offer?

Yeah, here's my counter offer.

I'm not nuts!

You're right, you're right.
I'm sorry.

It ju...
It's her!

- I get so flustered.
- Mr. Monk, you're not flustered.

You're flattered.

Who wouldn't be?

She adores you.
She knows everything about you.

After all,
you're only human.

There's no need
for name-calling.

You know what?

On second thought,
I think it's a great idea.

What are you doing?

Calling a cab. I'm going home What?!
I'm glad that this happened, actually.

That woman is as obsessive
and compulsive as you are.

I want you to see what it's like.
Go ahead.

Hang out with her, work with her.
I'll call you tomorrow.

We'll compare notes.

It's for the best, boss.

Last weekend was my fault.

Hmm. And the weekend
before that?

That one...

- okay, that was my fault too.
- Mm-hmm.

Look, I've got two detectives
on sick leave.

I have been swamped.

What does a girl have to do
to get your attention, Captain?

Kill someone?

I'm not gonna answer it.

It is... in the briefcase.

It's in the briefcase
and the briefcase is locked.

Now... where were we?

Okay.

Fingertips.

Lt, we caught a break
on that Chinatown thing.

Okay. Give it to Kramer.

Tell him I'm busy.

I am Kramer.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

ding
It's John Ringel.

That's the guy.
That's the husband.

Oh, yeah,
he owns a lumber yard.

I forgot.

You forgot?!
How could you forget?!

We've been checking
lumber yards all day!

I'm sorry.
I wasn't thinking.

I'm not a perfect person.

- I need a hug.
- No, no more hugs.

Sorry, I was just closing up.

Not you again.

My dog was here.

You kidnapped my dog
two weeks ago!

You really are certifiable,
aren't you?

I told you to stop harassing me.
But that's it.

I'm gonna call my lawyer
and then I'm calling the cops.

Let's just get outta here.

I think he's bluffing.

He's bluffing.

What is it?

It's chew marks.

Look!

Otto!

You are amazing!

What do you wanna call
this case?

I don't know!
Shut up.

How about
"Mr. Monk is Friggin' Awesome"?

How about "Mr. Monk and Marci:
The Adventure Begins"?

It doesn't matter.

Nobody cares about the name.

Just shut it.

Monogrammed wipe.

"Plaster mold.

Do not ingest.

Marci, when Otto died,
did you tell anyone?

No.

Oh, my God.

Don't turn!
Don't... don't... don't turn around.

I think you were right.

He's the guy.

And I know how he did it.

Oh, my gosh.
Say, "Here's what happened.

He must've been planning this forweeks!

- Say, "Here's what happened"!
- Shh.

Here's what happened.

John Ringel realized
he could murder his wife

and blame it
on your dog.

Nobody would ever question it.

Everybody knew
Otto was a little wild.

What are you doing?

There's no hugging during
the "Here's what happened. "

- Sorry, go on.
- Just stand over there.

That day Otto disappeared

Ringel must've
brought him here, drugged him,

and made an impression
of his teeth.

Oh, poor Otto!

Then Ringel built a lethal weapon
using the mold of Otto's teeth.

It couldn't have been
too hard.

After all, he owns a lumber yard.
He had all the equipment he needed.

Then he waited.

He was in no rush.

One week, two weeks, until finally,

she was alone.

He knew the bite marks
would match up perfectly.

The cops... everyone...

would assume it was your dog.

It was a perfect crime,
except for one thing.

He had waited too long.

He didn't know that Otto
had died three days earlier.

He was framing a dead dog!

Wow.

That is incredible!

Where did he go?

Do it one more time for the website.

What are you doing?!
I'm not gonna say it again.

You don't have to do the whole thing.

Say how you know how he killed his wife.

Would you keep your voice down?

He's gonna hear us.

Too late.

I already heard ya.

Shut up and don't move.

- Shoot him.
- I don't have a gun.

You did in "Mr. Monk
and The Dragon's Lair. "

The what?!

Oh, wait.
I made that one up.

- It's called "fan fiction. "
- I said...

shut up!

Son of a bitch!

What is it?

Leland,
this is not very romantic.

What are you looking at?

Bite marks.

I'm afraid to ask.

Look at the bite marks.

That woman was...

attacked by a dog.

- Look at the bite marks.
- No, thank you.

They're all upside down.

Even the defensive ones.

I gotta make
a phone call.

No, it's me.
I'm trying to find him.

Disher.

Randy, meet me
at 420 Vinton Street.

It's a lumber yard it's owned
by John Ringel.Chop chop.

Who's John Ringel?

As of ten minutes ago,
he's a murder suspect.

Monk is there now.
I think he might be in trouble.

I'm on my way.

You still playing
that stupid game?

Randy?

Randy?

No.

What is this?

Is this blood?

- You've been shot.
- Oh, my God! I've been shot!

It's okay.
It's just a scratch.

- What am I doing here?
- Shut up.

This isn't fun anymore.

Why did you bring me here?

I didn't bring you here!

I don't wanna do this.

I hate this.
Excuse me pause.

Pause, please.
If we could just put a pause on this...

for a second.
I wanna go home.

And I know,
but I am absolutely

not gonna say anything about you killing
your wife.

It's no biggie.

I mean, she was asking for it.
I've seen her out there.

I'm your neighbor.

I've seen her in the garden
with her flower pot

going blah, blah, blah.
My gardenias are awesome.

So I'm just gonna go.

Yeah,
I don't think so!

Monk!

Come on out!

I have your girlfriend!

I'm not his girlfriend.
I don't even like him anymore.

Monk?

Come out or I'll kill her.

Okay, right here.

Natalie, stay back.

- Where's your car, Marci?
- Out front.

I hope you have
a full tank.

- We got a long trip ahead of us.
- Listen.

I have to sit in the front.
It's one of my things.

Yeah,
he's got a million "things. "

I don't know
what I was thinking.

SFPD!
Drop the weapon!

Go, go, go!
Go, go, go, go!

Where is he?

I can't get a shot.

Go around.
Go around!

What are you doing?

Let me see your hands!
Let's see 'em.

Stupid game, huh?

- What is it?
- Oh, it's...

it's from Marci.

"Adrian, I'm sorry.

"I can't have your things
in my house anymore.

"How would I ever explain them
to Fff-Murray Abraham?

F.Murray Abraham.

- The actor.
- May God have mercy on his soul.

- Your pants are back.
- I'd already thrown this stuff out.

Oh, hey. Look.

It's you.

Oh, Adrian, I adore you.

Aren't you amazing?

I love everything you say
and do.

All right.

- It wasn't like that.
- Thank you, Marci.

I think you have excellent taste.

You'd like to be my new assistant?

You could follow me around
and worship me all day.

Cut it out, will you?

And let's seal the deal
with a great big clue hug.

Clue hug!
Clue hug!

- Clue hug!
- Stop it.

Oh, I love you.
I'm your biggest fan.

I just want a little clue hug!

Cut it out. I know it's you.

Clue hug, clue hug.

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