All language subtitles for Monk S03E16 Mr. Monk and the Kid [1080p x265 10bit Joy]

[children chatter, dog barks]

Hey, Jamie.
Jamie, what did I say?

Not so high.
You're gonna break your neck.

And you know who they're
gonna blame?

They're gonna blame me.

What?

Hungry.

You can't be hungry.
You just ate.

Where's the other one,
the, uh, the--the little guy?

Have you seen Tommy?

No.

Tommy?

[ominous music]

Tommy?

Tommy!

(police dispatch)
All units be advised
we have a missing child.

Two years old,
male Caucasian.

Last seen at Edgewater Park

wearing red polo shirt,
blue pants.

His name is Tommy Grazer.

Stand by.
I think we got him.

Hi, big guy.

Everybody's
looking for you.

What do you got there?

What have you got there,
big guy?

Oh, my God,
where did you get this?

[Randy Newman ragtime theme]

* It's a jungle out there

* Disorder and confusion
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 *

Any word
from the hospitals?

Not yet.
We're still checking.

All right, we need
to talk to anybody

who was in the park
or near the park.

We're gonna lock it down.

Sir, it's
three-and-a-half acres.

Lock it down
and keep it locked down.

If there's a body here,
we're gonna find it,

if it takes all night.

Hey, Monk, Natalie.
Thanks for coming.

Hey, we just
got your call.

I didn't quite
understand it.

You found a body?

Uh, not quite.

There's a two-year-old boy
named Tommy Grazer--

Not two years...
22 months.

Not quite two.

Whatever.

Anyway, um,
he was, um,

separated
from his mother.

His, uh, guardian.

She's not actually
his mother.

She runs a foster home.

It's for the record.

Yeah, for the record,

stand over there.

Anyway, he was
in the playground,

and he disappeared
for, like, 10 minutes.

14 minutes.

When we found him,

the little guy had
a severed human finger.

A finger?
A pinky.

It was still bleeding,
freshly severed.

Probably about
four hours ago.

About
four hours ago.

I just said that, Randy!

(Natalie)
Just a finger?

Yeah, so far.

Now, we're not
telling the press anything.

All we're telling them

is that somebody
found a body part.

We're not giving them
any details.

Where did he find it?

The boy's not talking.

Maybe he hates cops.

Maybe he's two years old.

Tommy, this is Adrian Monk
and Natalie Teeger.

And this is Mrs. Novak,
the boy's legal guardian.

You can't keep us here.
We haven't done anything.

Mrs. Novak,

I promise you
we'll get you out of here

just as soon as we can.

Hi.
Hi, sweetie.

My name is Natalie.

Gimme five!

Yeah!

Hey, this
is my friend.

Monk.

Pretty good with kids.

Oh, it's
sort of my job.

Hello.

My name
is Adrian Monk.

Monk!

That's right.

I'm working with
the police department.

Technically,
I'm here as a consultant.

Do you understand?
Consultant.

Mr. Monk,
he's not gonna get that.

Sort of an adjunct.

Monk, I don't know
what an adjunct is.

Monk, Monk!

I'd like to take him
for a little walk.

See where he goes.
Maybe he'll retrace his steps.

Is that okay?

Yeah.

Okay, um,

would you like
to go for a walk?

Monk.

Monk.

Monk!

He won't stop
saying Monk.

Hello!

[singing gibberish]

[speaking gibberish]

Where did you
find that finger?

Was it over there?

Was it over here?

Um, this way.

This way?
Yeah.

Are you sure?

Looks like Monk
finally found a friend.

Her name was Trudy.

She was 34 years old.

We never
found the killer.

I mean, we had a lead
in New York last year,

but so far,
it's pretty much a dead end.

Ooh!
Careful.

Oh, no, no.
No, no, no, no.

Tommy, don't
put that in your mouth.

No, see, that is nature.

See, we never
put that in our mouths.

Nature is dirty.

See?
Nature dirty.

Nature dirty.

Here, look.

Here...

Okay, now look.

I'm gonna give you--

I'm gonna give you
an extra wipe.

You keep it
in your pocket for later.

You'll need that later.
Here.

Here, put it
right in your pocket

and keep it for later.

Okay, let's go.
All right.

Nature dirty.

That's what
I'm saying.

And he wouldn't let go.

Did you see him?

Yes, Monk, we saw him.
We were there.

I mean, every time
I tried to say good-bye,

he just hugged me
tighter, even tighter.

And he had the most
perfect little hands.

Did you notice
his--his perfect hands?

Yes, Mr. Monk,
he liked you.

You think so?

He kept on saying your name
over and over, didn't he?

"Monk, Monk, Monk."
Yeah, he did.

Are you ready?

Yeah.
Yes, sir.

It is a left pinkie

belonging
to a male Caucasian

about 25 years old.

So far, there's no match
on the fingerprint.

The digit was severed
earlier today,

we figure about 8 A.M.,

with some kind
of gardening instrument,

like pruning shears.

He cut up a whole body
with pruning shears?

No, maybe they just

there'll be no prints.

There's a callous.

That's true.

We think he might
have played guitar.

No, not guitar.

It's at the wrong angle.

He played the violin.

There's some residue.

Sticky.

Like sap.

Tree sap.

Lumberjack.

Missing nine-fingered
lumberjack.

Who plays the violin.

Should I put
a list together?

Absolutely--make sure
you don't run out of paper.

It's not tree sap.

We already ran it.

The main component
is abietic acid.

Abietic acid?

That's violin resin.

I think that's
pretty expensive resin.

So...professional,

or at least very serious,
violinist,

25 years of age,

who is missing.

(woman)
You want to speak
with my son?

(Monk)
Yes.

Ma'am, we've been

talking to musicians
all day,

and we understand
that Daniel

plays violin for
the Bay City Quintet.

Yes, that's right.

In his spare time.

Well, according
to your son's employer,

he called in sick
this morning.

He got home very late
last night,

and he was tired.

Is he home,
Mrs. Carlyle?

Mother?

Is something...wrong?

These people
are with the police.

They want
to talk with you.

Can you ask them
to come back?

I'm rehearsing right now.

Daniel Carlyle?

That's right.

Could I see
your other hand?

I have a concert tonight,
if you don't mind.

Sorry to bother you,
Mr. Carlyle.

Uh, have a nice day,
ma'am.

Well, that was
number eight.

He was the last one
on our list.

I wonder if the captain's
doing any better.

I'm sure
he would have called.

Maybe I should
talk to that boy again.

You mean Tommy?
He's two years old.

He's not gonna be able
to tell you anything.

I don't know.
He found the finger.

Maybe if I spent
some more time with him...

You miss him,
don't you?

We're going bye-bye now.
Here we go.

It wasn't my fault.

The kid walked away
for ten minutes.

I mean, it could
happen to anybody.

It's not my decision,
Janet.

When an incident
like this happens,

we always remove the child

till the agency
can review the situation.

The kid found a pinkie.
It's no big deal.

It might be an indication
that you and Raymond are...

overtaxed here.

I mean, you already
have four foster children.

Yeah, well, we're doing the very
best we can, Mrs. Crane.

I know you are,
Janet.

Why don't you call my office
in the morning

and we'll see
where we stand, okay?

Say good-bye.

Here we go.

May I help you?

Hi, I'm Natalie Teeger,
and this is Adrian Monk.

And we're working with
the police on the investigation.

About the severed--

Uh, right, Mrs.--

Crane, Theresa Crane.
I'm Tommy's caseworker.

Monk!

I see you two
have met before.

What happens to him now?
It's a tough one.

I've been trying to place him
with a family in Livingston.

It would be
a perfect match,

but they can't take him
for two weeks.

I'll take him.

What?

What are you gonna do,
adopt him?

I'll take him.

I'll take him.

Monk.

Uh, this is the last form.

Just sign here.

Doesn't have
to be perfect.

Maybe it does.

Normally, I would prefer
a longer waiting period,

but because you and Tommy
have already bonded

and it's just
a temporary placement,

I decided to go
with my instincts.

There we go.

Congratulations.

Now, before I go, do you
have any questions for me?

Yes, yes, I have
a couple of questions.

What does he eat?

He...eats food.

[gibberish]

He eats whatever you eat,
only smaller portions.

So he's like a person.

Exactly.

And when he wakes up--

Yes?

What do I do?

You take care of him.

You play with him.

You love him.

How--how--
how do I love him?

Mr. Monk, you don't
need me to tell you that.

You're off
to a great start with Tommy.

[laughs]

He likes you already,
a lot.

You can always
call your friend Natalie.

I think she's great.

Oh! I'll check in tomorrow
and see how you're doing.

Wait a second.
Wait a minute.

Wait, you're leaving?
You're leaving now? Wait.

Right now, like--

You'll be fine.

Just trust yourself.
[Tommy cries]

Bye, Tommy.
Have fun!

Well, thank you.

Thanks.
Thanks again.

[Tommy crying]

No, no, Tommy,
don't cry.

I promise I'm gonna do
the best I can.

It's okay, don't cry.

Don't cry.
Everything's okay.

Look! Look! Look!

Ah.

[whistles]

[boy giggles]

Where'd you go?
Where'd that kid go?

Yes, nice and neat.

Nice and neat.

Nice and neat.

911 emergency.

(Monk)
You've gotta help me!

Look, I've just taken in
a two-year-old boy.

My, uh, assistant
isn't home,

and I can't--
I can't reach her.

Ohh!

Oh, God.
Ugh!

Sir, what is the nature
of your emergency?

It's everywhere!

It's B.M., it's B.M.,
it's B.M.

It's B.M., it's B.M.!

Sir, you have to stop saying
B.M. now.

Do you mean your child
is soiling his diapers?

Yes!

Yes, he's soiling
his--his diaper

with--with,
you know, B.M.

You mean you've never
changed a diaper?

Hurry!

Okay, listen carefully.

There should be two Velcro
straps on the sides.

Find the two straps.

Okay!

Okay, I've
got the straps.

Now rip 'em open.
[Velcro rips]

Ohh!

[whimpers]

Oh! Oh, my God.

Ugh, the humanity.

Okay, sir.

All right, do you
have any wipes?

Yes, I've got
about 2,000!

That should be fine.

Not gonna be enough.

Sir, you're gonna have to wipe
your son's bottom.

Uhh...aah!

Aaaaaah!

Sir, is the boy all right?

He's fine.
That was me.

Wait a...minute.

Oh, my God,
he's making more.

Is it number one
or number two?

It's one!

And two, and--

Oh, my God,
it's three.

It's number three!

Sir, I'm afraid
you're on your own.

This line
is for emergencies only.

[piano playing]

(man)
That's right, children.

That was the piano.

[violin playing]

*

And that instrument
was the violin.

Now let's listen
to the piano

and the violin.

*

Are you sure
he's okay?

Oh, yeah, he's fine.

Mr. Monk, why is he
wearing a snow suit?

Well, it felt
a little chilly.

There was a little
nip in the air.

My gosh, he's sweating.

He is?

Oh, there you go,
honey.

There you go.
Okay, that's better, huh?

So what are we
doing here?

You remember that guy
we met the other day?

Daniel Carlyle.

Well, that wasn't
the real Daniel Carlyle.

That guy wasn't
a violinist at all.

He wasn't?

Hm-mmm.

I remembered something.

He said that we interrupted
his rehearsal, remember?

Mm-hmm.

But the violin bow
in his hand was loose.

So he couldn't
have been playing.

Plus, I went
to the library this morning,

and I found this.

Look--Bay City Quintet.

That's the group
that Daniel Carlyle plays with.

And he said that he
had a concert that night.

Look, there's nothing
on the schedule.

The bow was loose?

I think we
met his brother.

But why would
they be lying?

I don't know.

Maybe...

[whispering]
Maybe the real Daniel Carlyle

is dead.

And the mother and brother
killed him.

[whispering]
No, I can't believe that.

Wouldn't be
the first time.

Maybe we should
call Stottlemeyer.

Yeah, I will,
as soon as I'm sure.

Oh, my God.
What is this?

Why is he wearing
a helmet?

To protect his head.

It must be
so uncomfortable.

Oh, he'll get used to it.

I used to wear one
all the time.

Your parents made you
wear a helmet?

No.

There they are.

There they are.

Here we go.

It's been 20 minutes.

What do you think
they're doing?

(Monk)
I don't know.

Waiting for somebody.

Here you go.

How's everything here?

Perfect, thank you,

but can we get
some more napkins, please?

Mr. Monk,
can I ask you something?

Why did you
take Tommy in?

I-I-I--

Well, he needed me,
and I-I-I--

I thought--

I thought someday...
you know...

I thought somehow...

maybe he would...

Love you?

Oh, my gosh, look.

He's separating
his food.

[gibberish] --Food.

[laughing]

Mr. Monk,
look, look, look.

Natalie.

I had it all wrong.

Daniel's not dead.

He's been kidnapped.

How did you know?

We followed you.

We saw you
at the pay phone.

Then we saw you
go to the bank

and make a withdrawal.

You must be
Daniel's brother?

Jacob.

Mrs. Carlyle,

when did they
kidnap your son?

Wednesday.

It feels like
a year ago.

(Jacob)
They cut off
his finger

to prove that
they had him.

And, um, when we
went to retrieve it

at the park,

it was all roped off

and there were
police everywhere.

A young boy
found his finger

before you got there.

That's what
led us to you.

You found us
from his finger?

What are
their demands?

$500,000.

And they said that if
we went to the police...

they would kill Daniel.

That's why we couldn't
tell you the truth.

[clanging]

I'm sorry.

I just can't
stop shaking.

I-I'm sorry.

Mr. Monk...

you have to promise me
one thing.

[crying]
You won't tell the police.

If you do,
they'll kill him.

I don't know if I can
promise you that.

Do you have children?

Yes, I have a son.

Well, then, you know
how I feel.

Wouldn't you
do anything for him?

Wouldn't you die for him?

Yes.

I would.

[telephone rings]

[ring]

Hello.

We have the money.

I understand.

30 minutes?

Yes, my son Jacob
will bring it.

He'll be alone.

Is...Danny all right?

Is he hurt?

Could I just speak to him
for one--

Please, I just--

They want you to, uh,

go to the YMCA
on Vinton Street.

And you'll find
locker 42 there.

Inside, there'll be a note.

I can't do it.

I-I-I'm gonna mess it up.

I'm sorry.

I can't do it.

That's all right.

I'll do it.

They're
expecting a man.

She's right.

We'll have
to find a man.

Or--or I could do it.

Sorry.

(man)
Carlyle, have you got
the money?

Yes.

Listen carefully.

Take the money
from the duffel bag,

put it in the trash bag,

then get undressed.

Excuse me?

There's a bathrobe.
Put it on.

Then go up to the roof.

You'll see a man
on the next rooftop.

Throw him the bag.

Do you understand?

H-H-Hold on.

Did you say
get undressed?

Well, we have
to be sure

you're not wearing
a tracking device.

Okay, here's the thing.

What if I promise you...

I am not wearing
a tracking device?

What if I give you my word?

You think this is funny?

Do it, or your kid brother
loses another finger.

Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

Uh, here's--
here's the thing.

Uh, I'm--I'm just, uh,

I'm not comfortable here.

Uh, I'm not--
Even in high school,

I couldn't change
in the locker-room.

I-I got an incomplete
almost every semester.

I almost didn't graduate.

Vice Principal Bradley

had to call my mother
at one point.

What are you
talking about?

Are you trying
to screw with us?

Then get up on the roof
in a bathrobe with the money

or Daniel's dead.

click!

How you doin'?

Rowing machine's
broken again.

Uh-oh.

They don't fix
anything around here.

They don't clean anything.

I mean, what do we
pay our dues for?

Am I right?
Right.

[groans]

Yeah, my membership's
up next week.

If they don't get
their act together,

I'm not renewing.

I'll go to that new place
up the street.

How about you?
I don't know.

Uh, could you do me a favor
and go away?

[chuckles]
What?

Just for three minutes.

Really, it is a matter
of life and death.

[laughing]
Yeah, right.

[cell phone ringing]

Uhh...oh!

I'll get it,
I'll get it.

[grunting]

[cell phone ringing]

Thank you.

Yeah, hello.
Hello.

(girl)
Mr. Monk, is Mom there?

Julie, Julie, listen,
I took her phone.

I had a couple
of errands to run.

Is Tommy okay?

He's fine.

He's--he's fine?

Don't freak out, okay?

I spilled a little
grape juice on the rug.

Listen very carefully.

There are some
cleaning supplies

in the hall closet.

They're arranged
alphabetically,

then by height,
then by date of purchase.

Find the rug cleaner.

Then find a scouring pad.

Then find
some distilled water, Julie.

Distilled water.
[phone beeps]

Hold on a second.
There's another call.

(man)
I'm waiting.
Where the hell are you?

Some grape juice spilled.

You got three minutes,
or Daniel's dead.

Julie, I'll call you back.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello.

(Julie)
Mr. Monk?

Everything's okay.
The stain is almost out.

Thanks, Julie, I--
I appreciate that.

Mr. Monk,
you should see Tommy.

He's so cute.

I can tell when he grows up,
he's gonna be just like you.

Just like me?

I'll see you
when you get home.

[whistling]

Hey, hey!
Carlyle, behind you! Hey!

Hey!

I'm throwin'
you the money, okay?

Okay?

Oh, yeah.

Hey!

Hey, what the hell
are you doing?

All right, so wait, you--you
threw the ransom money

to the wrong man.

That's right.

Does that happen a lot?

Oh, yeah.

More than you'd think.

Really?

No, okay?
Okay, no.

It's--
it's unprecedented.

All right,
so what happens now?

Mrs. Carlyle gave me permission
to call the captain in.

He recovered
the ransom money.

The kidnappers called back
two hours later, thank God.

And set up another drop.

Adrian, what happened
on that roof--

a mistake like that,
that's not like you.

Well, I was distracted.

Natalie's daughter called.

She was babysitting Tommy.

What did she say?

I don't remember.

No, I think you do.

All right.

She spilled some juice,

and Tommy was helping
to clean it up.

What's funny
is she said, uh,

that Tommy
was just like me.

And that upset you.

No.

No, I was flattered.

Actually, I've been thinking
about calling the case worker

and...
making it permanent.

Well, that's--heh heh.

That's a pretty big
commitment, Adrian.

I mean, that's probably

the biggest commitment
there is.

Well, I figured
he could do a lot worse

for a father than me.

Am I right?

Absolutely.

For example, what if
he were adopted by...

Uh...

Well, you know.

Mmm...

wolves.

[laughs]
Wolves who'd probably
eat him alive.

Which is something
I would never do.

Right!
No, of course...not.

A-A-Adrian, I know
you don't want to hear this--

I'm not giving him up.

I'm proud of you...
for taking Tommy.

I'm glad you did it,
but...

in your heart of hearts,
I think you know

you're not
ready for this.

I'm not giving him up.

(Natalie)
Hello?

(Monk)
Julie?

[door closes]

Mom, Mr. Monk,
you have to see this.

Come here.

Hey.

[cries]

[stops crying]

[cries]

[stops crying]

So what?

What?

So he's just like me.

I-I think that's--

I-I think that's--

I think that's okay.

I'm tired
of apologizing for him.

What,
because he cares

about
putting things away

and how he looks?

That's a good thing.

But, Mr. Monk,
he's not even two years old.

Well, then he's
in the vanguard, isn't he?

He's a new breed.
He's a new breed.

My God.
What if it's true?

Mr. Monk,
what did Dr. Kroger say?

Dr. Kroger?

Dr. Kroger
is not perfect.

Dr. Kroger makes mistakes
all the time.

Last year he told me
to start dating.

Dating.

Okay, you know what?
Just stop.

Honey, we gotta go.
It's a school night.

Ooh!

Wait, Mr. Monk,
I'm s--

I just gotta
say something,

and I hope you don't
think that I'm out of line.

But I'm a single parent.

And I can tell you,
it's hard.

I mean,
it's wonderful.

It's just I hope you think
about what you're doing.

Mwah!
I'll see you tomorrow.

Just think about it.

[door closes]

Book.

Book.

You want me
to read you a story?

Yeah.

Okay, here we go.

Okay, what do we
have here?

Which one
shall we read?

How about this one?

Okay, here we go.

The Princess and The Pea.

"Once upon a time,

in a magical kingdom--"

Look...what is that?

Tommy, what--
what is that?

Um, lipstick.

Lipstick.

Where did you--
did you--

You got that
from Natalie's purse?

You took that out
of Natalie's purse?

Um, no.

Captain Stottlemeyer, please.

Well, could you
have him call Adrian Monk

as soon as possible.

Tell him
it's very important.

Yes, tell him
I think I know

who kidnapped
Daniel Carlyle.

Thank you.

Okay.

Shall we read
another story?

Um, yeah.

Okay.

Here we go.

Once upon a time,

in the kingdom
called San Francisco,

there lived a brave
little prince.

And his name
was Tommy Grazer.

Tommy lived
with the wicked king and queen.

The queen was very greedy.

She loved gold,
and she wanted more and more.

The queen had a plan.

She would find
a young fiddler

from a wealthy family,

and kidnap him
and hold him for ransom.

They locked the fiddler
in a dungeon.

The fiddler's family
was very sad.

They would do anything
to get him back.

The wicked king and queen

needed to prove
that they were serious,

so they chopped off
the fiddler's finger

and planned
to leave it in the park.

But Prince Tommy
was very brave

and very smart.

He liked to reach
into ladies' purses.

He reached into
the queen's purse

and he grabbed the finger.

That's where
you found it, isn't it?

Yeah.

Then Tommy
made a new friend...

named Mr. Monk.

Mr. Monk remembered something
that the wicked queen said...

The kid found a pinky.
It's no big deal.

How did she know

the missing finger
was a pinky?

The police never
released that information.

And then, the most
wonderful

and surprising thing of all
happened.

Mr. Monk discovered

that he loved
that little prince.

But he also realized

that the little prince
could never live...

happily ever after

if he stayed
at Mr. Monk's house.

'Cause Mr. Monk can barely
take care of himself.

So...

They're gonna have
to say good-bye.

The end.

[whispering]
Surveillance says
there's four kids in the back

watching TV.

Where's Mom and Dad?

In the kitchen
having a drink.

Hit it.

Police, on the floor,
hands behind your head!

[helicopter whirring]

(man on radio)
We're clear.

Go back!

Hey!

[clang]

Daniel!

[laughs]

[Tommy laughing]

(Monk)
I got you.
I got you.

Yeah!

Hello.

Hi!

This is the couple
I told you about.

This is Hank
and Lisa Murphy.

Hi. Hi.

Let him get dirty.

A kid should get dirty.

We will.

Okay then.

Good-bye.

[Natalie giggles]

Okay.

We want kisses too.

[giggles]

He's so cute.

He's so cute.

He's so cute.

[sniffles]

Bye.

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