All language subtitles for Monk S04E10 Mr. Monk Goes to a Fashion Show [1080p x265 10bit Joy]

How are you today?
Do you see anything you like?

Uh, is Dennis here?
He usually takes care of me.

Oh, no, I'm afraid
Dennis quit.

He quit.

Yeah, apparently he had
one regular customer

that was driving him crazy.

Now we're gonna be up all night
wondering who that was.

Can I help you?

[whispers]
Dennis quit?

Yes, we are looking for another
shirt just like this.

You want
the same shirt?

Identical.
Same color.

Same pattern.
16 inch neck, 33 inch sleeve.

Okay, but you already
have one of those.

So maybe it's time to try
a little variety because...

Or maybe not.

Okay, um, yeah.
Here you go.

16 inch collar.
33 sleeve.

Ah.

No, this was inspected
by number six.

I'm not a big fan
of number six.

Do you have any that are
inspected by number eight?

You're kidding, right?

You're not kidding.

Okay, the customer's
always right.

[under his breath]
At least until today.

Um, number five, number two.
Okay, here you go.

Inspected by number eight.
Ah.

Is there really
a difference?

Are you kidding?

Look at this.
Look, she's an artist.

I've been admiring
her work for years.

Every shirt, every stitch,
every button is perfect.

There's a tear.
There's a tear.

Where?
There's a tear
right there.

And look at this,
the sleeve is all wrong.

It's completely crooked.

Well, maybe she had
a bad day.

No, that's not possible.

I know
inspector number eight.

She never lets anything
get past her.

Mr. Monk, are you okay?

Natalie, something's wrong.
What?

Something is very wrong
with inspector number eight.

Dennis!

Dennis!

[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 *

Mrs. Hammond,
I need to hear this again.

Now, you came home,

and you found your husband
on the floor about an hour ago.

Yes.

And he'd been stabbed.
Yes.

I'm sorry.
It's not funny.

Sorry.
Inspector number eight
is very important to me.

No matter
how bad things got,

I knew I could always
count on her.

Mr. Monk, you understand
you're talking about someone

you have never even met,

who works in a factory
somewhere,

who inspects shirts.

She's my soulmate.

You don't even know
if it's a man or a woman.

I love her.
I think she's in trouble.

Maybe she's retired.

Maybe there's
a new number eight.

No, it's not possible.
She would never retire.

She loves her work.

Look at this shirt.

Now, inspector number five,
I can see him retiring

because he stopped caring
years ago.

Monk.
What?

They're about
to take the body away.

Wanna come have a look.
I'll be right there.

I've only got
five shirts left.

What if I spill something?
What if one rips?

Right, it's like
an endangered species now.

Put two shirts
in the dryer.

Yeah.
Close the door.

See if they mate.

Hey, Monk.

What?
What do you think?

About what?

About the dead guy
in the kitchen.

I'm sorry.

I was thinking
about something else.

He's worried about the woman
who inspects his shirts.

I've been
to three different stores.

The stitching,
it's is all wrong.

The collars are crooked.

Okay, Captain,
just please fill us in.

Okay, they're both
classical musicians.

They got married
about six months ago.

It's just not like her.

The wife was down
at the rehearsal studio

practicing her cello.

She comes home 3:30.

She finds her husband
dead on the kitchen floor.

Room temperature.
Stabbed three times.

She's lying.
She wasn't practicing.

You can't play the cello
wearing a long skirt like that.

You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna find inspector eight.

I'm gonna track her down.

Shirt factory's in Rockaway.

That's two hours.

I think he's right.

Take her downtown.

Hey, Monk.
Thank you.

For what?

You solved the case.

Oh yeah.
Sure.

If she is in trouble,
maybe I can help her.

That's number four.
He's a hack.

He makes inspector number ten
look like inspector number six.

Hi.
Six.

There she is.
There she is.

That's her.
That's number eight.

Well, are you
gonna ask her out?

No, I'm just, um,
I'm nervous.

Okay, go on.
Go on.

Excuse me.

Number eight?

I'm Adrian Monk.

This is my friend
Natalie Teeger.

Adrian Monk?
The same?

(Monk)
Oh, you saved it.

It's the only fan letter
I ever wrote.

I am Maria Ortiz.

Maria, it's an honor
and a pleasure.

It's so nice
when you can put a face

with the little tag
on the pocket.

Uh-oh.
Are you approving this?

It has a little stain there.

I knew it.

I knew it. You are
upset about something.

Maria, Mr. Monk has been
really worried about you.

It's not me.
It's my son, Pablo.

I remember this case.

The model, Clea Vance.

(Maria)
The papers are wrong.
Everyone is wrong.

Pablo is a good boy.
He's innocent.

I know it's hard.

You might feel better
if you focused on your work.

You know, and started
inspecting these shirts again.

Here's the thing, Maria.

I've only got
five shirts left.

Mr. Monk,
you can help her.

Yes, Maria,
Mr. Monk is a detective.

He's a great detective.
He's famous.

And you came here
to help my boy?

Um, well, uh, no.

Actually, my first priority
really is to get you

to focus again, you know,
because the shirts, Maria.

Mr. Monk,
I have been praying

for such a one
as you to help me.

Pablo is innocent.

When you talk to him,
you will see.

Whoa, when I talk to him?
Uh, no.

I-I-I never agreed.

Oh my gosh.
Maria, I'm so sorry, sweetie.

Stop it.

How did this happen?

How do you talk me
into these things?

Because it's
the right thing to do.

Have you read this?

There are witnesses.
There's DNA evidence.

Natalie, he did it.
There's no doubt about it.

Well, it doesn't hurt
to meet him.

If I go back to Maria

and tell her
that her son is guilty,

she'll completely fall apart,
which would be worse

because I am down
to five shirts.

Mr. Monk.

Miss Teeger?

Yes.

I talked to my mother.
She told me you were coming.

How do you know my mother?

From her work at the factory.
I'm a big fan.

A fan?

Pablo, your mother asked
that we look into your case.

We'd like to hear your side.

I did not kill Clea Vance.
That is my side.

I never met her.
I never see her.

There was a fashion show
at a big hotel.

I was a delivery boy.

I deliver some clothes there,
then I go home.

The next day I'm arrested.

[speaking Spanish]

It is a nightmare.

Pablo, your DNA
was all over the victim.

Your blood.
Your hair.

How do you explain that?

I don't know.

It's a mistake.

A misunderstanding?

Clea Vance had a roommate
who testified

that Clea
was afraid of you.

She said that you
were stalking her.

Look.
It says right here.

"Pablo Ortiz
was obsessed with her."

You see that?
Right there.

I see it.

You're lying, Pablo.
It doesn't say that.

You can't read English,
can you?

No, sir.

I was raised in Mexico
with my father.

I have been here
three years only.

And I can speak English,
but...

I cannot read.

What is it?

That's an emergency exit.

(Natalie)
Yeah?

The killer didn't use it.

According to this floor plan,

he would have had to go
all the way around,

back through the kitchen.

It was crowded,
it was risky.

Somebody could have
seen him.

But he wouldn't use it,
the alarm would sound.

Exactly.

Whoever killed this woman
read that sign.

And Pablo can't read.

Do you think he's innocent?

You do, don't you?

The dead model, right?

I remember this case.

I did the work
on this one myself.

Is there any new evidence?

No.
Monk met the killer's mother.

She's a shirt inspector.

She swears he's innocent.

Oh, I know.

That's the hardest
part of the job,

the mothers crying
and pleading.

That's one thing
I'm not gonna miss.

Where are you going?

Didn't you hear?
I'm retiring.

There's a party for me
on Friday if you wanna come.

Cool, absolutely.
I'm there.

You're retiring?
How old are you?

46.

Did you win the lottery?

No, I've been investing.
In real estate.

What have you been doing
with your savings?

Uh, eating.

You know, I need
to talk to my accountant.

Wait, you have
an accountant?

Nope, gonna have to get
an accountant.

Then I'm gonna
talk to him.

There's something wrong
with this picture.

(Stottlemeyer)
What?

I don't know.
Something.

So these are her shoes?

That's right.

See this blood?

And this hair
and these fibers?

They all belong
to Pablo Ortiz.

It's a slam dunk.

Yeah, I don't see
any wiggle room here, do you?

No, we got the right man.

People lie.
People lie all the time.

But DNA never lies.

I'm thinking...

I'm thinking maybe
he's not the guy.

See, there's this exit door...

Look, I heard about
the exit door.

It's right there.

Look, Monk,
I'd follow you anywhere.

But I've got four cases

on my plate right now.
But you have fun.

Knock yourself out.

Thanks, Gordo.

See you at the party.

Here's the statement
from that Natasia Zorell.

She was the victim's roommate.
Let's start with her.

Did you just say you were

gonna go and talk
with Natasia Zorell?

The supermodel.

Is that her?

Yeah, actually I've got
the rest of the day off.

I should probably
go with you guys.

Yeah, I think
I'll come along too.

In the interest of...

Justice?

Yeah, justice.

Get a close up.

They all look so unhappy.

How can you be that attractive
and be so sad?

Well, maybe it's because
we're never really sure

if people like us
for ourselves.

Now, what's this?
No! No no no.

That's not
what I asked for!

Look, the collar has to flare
like this.

Huh?
You see?

Julian, they just
painted that.

Hmm?
She's an animal.

She's in heat, huh?
Good.

You.
What do you think?

Uh, I like it.

You like it?

What's that supposed to mean?

Say you love it
or say you hate it.

Anything in between
is pointless.

Wet one, wet one,
wet one.

Come on.

You, blue shirt.

Are you here to audition?

Me?
No.

Well, you may
want to consider it.

I like your attitude.

Hello.

If you're gonna rob me,
you should bring a gun.

Pardon me?

The blouse.

It's a knock off
of one of my designs.

Oh, it is?
I didn't know.

Of course,
that's not the real crime.

The real crime
is how you look in it.

Julian, you're booked
to Milan

the day after the show.

And the girls are here.

You said you wanted
some fresh faces.

Good, good.
No, Don, no.

He did it.

Natalie, he's not
even a suspect.

Damn.

Turn around.

Not this time.

Next time.

Oh.
Mmmm.

Yes.
Yes, you're perfect.

What's your name?
Sarah.

Sarah.

Heaven must be missing
one of its angels.

Excuse me.
Sorry, um...

What?
Well, it's nothing.

It's just, uh...

Which one?

The left one's higher
than the other one, isn't it?

Oh, this eyebrow
is a little bit

lower than that one.

Oh, maybe next time, Sarah.

Thanks for coming in.

Who are you?

I'm Adrian Monk.

I'm with the
San Francisco Police.

Yeah, we're looking for
Natasia Zorell.

We'll she's working.

Oh, and do me a favor.

Don't arrest her
until after the show.

She hasn't done anything.

We're actually here
looking into the murder

of Clea Vance.

Well, why?
Isn't that old news?

I thought the killer
was in jail somewhere.

I mean, don't you people
read the newspapers?

Did you know her?

I know every model
in California

and every wannabe.

Clea was
a should-not-have-been.

She showed up wasted
to my last show.

Almost ruined me.

Now, let that be a lesson
to you girls.

She ruined my last show
and two hours later

the delivery boy killed her.
And I kid you not.

We'd still
like to talk to Natasia.

She's at the beach.

We are shooting
our new catalogue.

Listen, I've got
to be there very soon.

So you can follow me
if you like.

All right, good.

I'll meet you there.

I gotta go pick up Julie.
And change.

Okay, that's it.
That's what I need.

Keep it going.
Sell it.

Sell it.
There we go.

Again.

Good.
Sell it.

Sell it.

Sweetie, stay right here,
okay?

I'll be back.

What are you doing?

What?
I'm standing.

This is how I stand.

What are you wearing?

Clothes.
This is how I dress.

This is how I stand.
This is how I dress.

Excuse me, would you
put that out?

It's bothering me.

But you're smoking.

My smoke
isn't bothering me.

Thank you.

All right,
she'll talk to you.

But make it quick.

I'm not paying her
$1,000 an hour just to chat.

Uh, thank you.
Can you give us a minute?

Sure--all right, everybody,
take ten.

Let's get her
in the other dress, please.

Sweetheart, oh,
you look ravishing.

These gentlemen are from
the police department.

They want to talk to you
about Clea Vance.

Why?
I don't know.

We're probably
just tilting at windmills.

Windmills?

It's a literary reference.
From a book.

Um, I guess I can talk
while I change.

Um, meet me over there?

Only one of you.

Okay.

I guess the only fair way
is alphabetically.

Oh, Adrian.

Last names.

So A is, no.

Uh, B, no.
C, no.

D, Disher.
That's--

Monk, you go.

It's your case.

Disher comes before Monk.

What are you,
in mourning for your life?

You were Clea's roommate.

Yeah, and best friend.

I see.
I see.

I see.
Oh.

Oh--oh.
Oh, whoa!

Whoa whoa whoa.

Whoa whoa whoa.

It's okay, I'm not shy.

You have a, uh...

You have a uh, something.

Oh, it's a mole.

It's my trademark.

Did you know Pablo Ortiz?

I didn't know him.

Except that Cleo
was terrified of him.

He was stalking her.

There's no evidence of that.

No phone calls.
No other moles.

Witnesses.
No other witnesses.

Are you saying
I made it all up?

Um...
Why would I do that?

I don't know.

Look, I saw what I saw.

He brought her flowers,
he hit on her.

I already testified
about all this a year ago.

I read your statement.

Then read it again.

What are you doing?

If you...
put one on this side...

you know,
you'd be perfect.

Your career would...

Do you have
any more questions?

No.
Good.

'Cause I gotta
get back to work.

Hey.

How'd it go?

She's hot.

Ah, she's mildly irritated.

Give her a minute,
she'll calm down.

All right, great.
You look beautiful.

Keep going.
Great.

Hi.
Sweetie.

Mom, I got bored.
Please, can I stay?

I won't say anything.

Shh sh sh sh.
Watch.

Mom, that man's
looking at me.

What's he doing?
I don't know.

Mr. Hodge?

Shh.
Who is she?

Who are you?

This is my daughter Julie.

This is Mr. Hodge.

Let me see you walk.
Why?

Because lightning
may be striking.

Your life may be changing.

Now, just walk over there.
Come on.

That's it, good.
Turn around.

Hold your head up.
Smile.

Come back.

Good.

I want you to model for me.

You can be in the show
on Thursday night.

Mmm?

You know, you could be
a big star.

Great and wonderful things.

Oh, my God!

No, she's 13 years old.

I've had models
younger than that.

13?

She's practically
middle aged.

Thank you,
I don't think so.

Anyway,
it's not up to you.

This is between Julie
and her biological mother.

I am her biological
mother.

Oh.

No.

Sweetie, come on.
It's gonna get cold!

Are you wearing make-up?

I told you,
not until you're 18.

Mom, when I'm 18
it'll be too late.

I really wanna do this.

A lot of these girls
have serious problems, okay?

Drugs and eating disorders.

It's just one show.

And if you're right
and I hate it,

I'll quit.

But at least
I'll have tried.

You always told me
to try new things.

Forget modeling,
you should be a lawyer.

Is that a yes?

I'm gonna be with you
the whole time.

Wow.
Modeling for Julian Hodge.

Isn't he wonderful?

That's not exactly the word
I word I would have used.

[knocking at door]

Julian.

Hi.

Hey.

You surprised?

Not after today.

I figured
you might be freaking out.

Do they know anything?

I don't think so.

You're not smoking.

No.
No.

You know, cigarettes, they tend
to leave a nasty odor.

I wouldn't want them to know
I was here.

Who?

The police.

Oh, I didn't
tell them anything.

But you will.

Eventually.

But--
Shh shh shh shh.

It's not your fault,
my darling.

You're just too pretty.

And beauty likes yours,
a face like this--

Shh.

You just wouldn't be able
to take the pressure.

[praying softly]

How's it look, Gordo?

Well, looks like suicide.
Smells like suicide.

Smart money's on suicide.

She drained two
of those bottles

and maybe
30 sleeping pills.

Were those prescription?

Probably not.

We'll check with her doctor.
Make a note.

I'll remember.

Where's your notebook?

I didn't bring it.

It's an Italian suit.
It was ruining the lines.

Don't worry.

[clicks tongue]
I got it.

[clicks tongue]
Am I in your way?

She probably got depressed
after you spoke to her.

All those memories of
the murder bubbling up.

I don't think so.

One set of fingerprints
on the glass.

Well, yeah.
They're hers.

But look.
She's wearing lipstick.

There's no lipstick
on the glass.

Somebody wiped down
the glass

and then put it back
in her hand.

Okay.

This is now
a homicide investigation.

Lock this joint down.
Nobody touches anything.

Fabio, go and borrow
a notebook

and borrow a pencil and start
talking to neighbors.

Captain, what do
you think it means?

It means that your boss
scared somebody.

Rest in peace.

Hmm. Oh! She looks
beautiful, doesn't she?

Oh, too beautiful.

Sometimes I wish she had
a big old fat hairy wart

right here.

Or maybe here.

Everyone, could you
just come around here

for a moment, please?
Thank you.

Yes, put that down.
That's okay.

Do that later. Thank you.

I just want to say
a few quick words.

This has been a terrible
day for us today.

As you know,
last night we lost

a dear, dear friend.

And I know all
of you here, everyone,

how much we loved Natasia.

Except of course when
she was driving us nuts.

[chuckles]
But I can feel her here.

I can feel her spirit,
her soul.

Can you feel it?

And I know she's going
to be with us

tomorrow night at the show.

So, let's not
let her down. Huh?

Good.

Mwah.

This one's for you, baby.

Great. Thank you.

* On a starry winter
night in Portugal *

* Where the ocean
kissed the southern shore *

You know, you may want to
change the earrings, I think.

Maybe her give an accessory

like a nice little bag
or something.

Hmm. That's great.

* Through an hourglass

* You made love to me
like fire and rain *

* Ooh, you know you've got
to be a hurricane *

* Killing me with kisses
so subtly *

* You make love
forever, baby *

(Hodge)
Oh, yes. Make a note.

Just change those earrings.

Cut! Cut!
Cut, cut, cut, cut!

Julie, Julie, Julie.

Haven't you forgotten
something?

Huh?
What?

Have you forgot that
when it comes to my art

I'm a total monster?

I mean, just look
at yourself. Look at--

You're a mess!
I mean, look here.

Look at this.
Look at the collar.

(Hodge)
Look. It's all twisted.

And all these wrinkles
on the dress.

I mean,
look, sweetheart...

Natalie, give me
the case file.

What?
The case file.

Give it to me.

I mean, I'd rather put you
in a burlap bag

than have you seen wearing
my clothes like this.

I knew something
was wrong. Look.

Look at this.
Her body is all contorted.

But the collar
and her buttons

are all perfectly
straight.

After he killed her,
he straightened them out.

He couldn't help himself.

He's the guy.
Who's the guy?

Julie, we have to go
right now.

Why?
I can't tell you now.

Not here. Do not
argue with me!

Get your stuff now.

Hey, what--Oh!

Look, what's going on?

She's taking Julie home.

Well, why on Earth
would she do that?

Because I told her

that you killed
Clea Vance a year ago.

And I'm betting

that you killed
Natasia Zorell last night.

Who else would've
straightened the clothes

on Clea Vance's body?

Oh. And why would I do
something like that?

I would have.

Is that it? I straightened
out the clothes?

[laughs]
I mean, that's not evidence.

That's--that's a hunch.

That's all it is.

So far.

You trust your instincts,
don't you?

Oh, yes.

And would it be the same
infallible instinct

that you used when you
picked out that jacket?

Or when you did
those buttons

right up to top
on your shirt, eh?

[laughs]
What about
the evidence, Mr. Monk?

What about--
You've heard of DNA, right?

I mean, does that ring
a bell here?

Hmm?
DNA, yes.

The fibers, the hair,
and the blood.

They all belonged
to that boy Pablo Ortiz.

Who's in jail.

It couldn't have been me.

Just not possible.

You're right.

It's not possible.

But you did it.

Gordo. Thanks for getting
here so fast.

Sure. What's going on?

Get a load of this.

Okay. There was
a fashion show

upstairs
in the ballroom.

I remember.
Last year.

Right. And one of
the models, as you know,

showed up drunk.

Clea Vance.
Exactly.

So drunk, according
to Julian Hodge,

that she almost
ruined his show.

He was furious.

I think he followed her
down here.

They argued.
He lost control.

He killed her.

He beat her to death
right here.

Julian Hodge?
What about the evidence?

He planted it.
He framed Pablo Ortiz.

Is that possible?

How could he plant
all that evidence

and clean up every
trace of himself?

Actually, he didn't.
He missed something.

Check this out.

See, there was a health
inspection the day before.

They hung that flypaper
in the corner.

How'd we miss it?

We just found it
this morning.

Behind that radiator.

It must've fallen
back there

during the fight.
And look.

There's three or four
hairs stuck to it.

And they can't be
from Clea Vance

because she had
long hair.

The must belong
to Julian Hodge.

The real killer.

This is the proof we need.

How soon can you do
a test on those?

I'll get right on it.
Good work.

Thanks.

Honey, I think
they're done.

Ooh. Maybe a little
overdone.

Julie?

Honey?

[bell rings]

(doorman)
I don't have
a John Carlo, okay?

How many times
I have to tell you?

You're not on
the list, all right?

Good night. Thank you.

Good night!

Hello.
I'm on the list.

Name.
Puff Daddy.

Plus one.
This is my girlfriend.

Hi.

Puff Daddy the rapper?

Oh, no.
Not that Puff Daddy.

This happens to me
all the time, doesn't it?

All the time.
Yeah.

Let me explain.
Where to begin?

All right, there are
two Puff Daddys.

Why don't you change
your name?

Why doesn't he change
his name is what I'm saying.

I'm older than him.
I had it first.

One time a lawyer told me
I could sue if I--

My daughter's in there.
I'm going in.

We gotta go in there.
Hey, hey! Hey!

[disco music]

*

Have you seen
my daughter?

Have you seen, uh,
my daughter Julie?

She's 13,
long, blond hair.

(Hodge)
Beautiful.

And there's little Julie.

Good, she looks
very good.

[gasps]
Julie!

Natalie,
don't eat the food.

I just saw four models
back there throwing up.

Julie!

Come...

That's not my design!
Make an announcement.

[whispering]
You can't just
run away from me like that!

You scared me
to death!

You know,
if we have a problem,

we need to talk about it,
all right?

I thought
we were partners.

[hissing]
Get off!

You say I can't do this,
and you don't even tell me why.

What kind of partner
are you?

I had my reasons,
all right?

There are grown-up things
happening here.

There are dangerous things.

You have to trust me,
honey.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Oh, God.

All right?
You're so grounded.

[chatter]

Well, look, here's
to our next show in Milan.

Cin-cin.
All the best.

And congratulations.
You look stunning in that dress.

Fabulous.

That was a great
show tonight.

Really fabulous.

Except for that one little
incident with that midget.

[laughter]

That was ridiculous.
Ugh.

Cin-cin.

Hmm.

(Hodge)
Oh, that's delicious,
isn't it?

Delicious!

Mm-hmm-hmm.

I want to get you
new earrings.

I want them
to be drops.

Oh! Look what
the cat dragged in.

You know, you nearly
ruined my show.

You nearly
ruined my daughter.

Hmm.
Mr. Hodge, hello!

Oh...hello.

Great party.
Thank you.

There's somebody here
I'd really love for you to meet.

There he is.

(Stottlemeyer)
Come on.
Now?

Oh, yeah.
Can't it wait?

No, no, no.
He's very important.

Julian Hodge...

I'd like you to meet
Howard Gordon.

Howard is one of our
forensic experts.

Oh.
How do you do?

He's been examining
some evidence

that we just uncovered
in the Clea Vance case.

What, new evidence?

That's right--four
strands of human hair

found at the scene
of the crime.

For the record, Gordo,
is this your report?

For the record,
yes, it is.

Uh-huh,
and you examined

these hair samples

that we found
earlier today?

I did.

And were you able to match
these hairs to any individual?

(Gordo)
Yes, sir.

And for the record,
who do these hairs belong to?

Pablo Ortiz.

Ortiz!

Isn't that the boy
who's already in jail

for the murder?

[laughs]
Well...

I think, gentlemen,
we're finished here.

Don't mind if I
get back to my party?

Hang on.

Hang on.

Gordo, I'm sorry,
but you're under arrest.

Accessory to Murder
and Falsifying Evidence.

What?!

Here's what I couldn't
figure out.

If you were guilty,

how could all the evidence
point somewhere else?

There could be only one
possible answer.

There was something wrong
with the evidence.

(Stottlemeyer)
We did some digging, Gordo.

You did make a lot of money
this year,

but it wasn't
in real estate.

Here's what happened.

(Monk)
When you did the forensic work

on the Clea Vance murder,

you realized all the evidence
pointed to Julian Hodge.

And you decided
to cash in.

You made Hodge an offer
he was in no position to refuse.

For a price, you'd bury
the evidence against him.

There was only
one problem.

You had to close
the case.

You needed a fall guy.

Hodge remembered
a young delivery boy

named Pablo Ortiz,
a poor kid,

barely spoke
any English.

He was
a perfect patsy.

Hodge got Natasia
to help him.

She called the police

and accused Ortiz
of stalking her roommate.

The police arrested Pablo.

They took hair and blood samples
and sent them to you.

And the rest was easy.

All you had to do
was re-label them.

Pablo never had a chance.

You can't prove
any of this.

We don't have to.

You proved it for us
five minutes ago

when you swore
that these hair samples

belonged to Pablo Ortiz.

So you planted that hair
to test him?

Well...yeah.

[sighs]
Whose hair was it?

It was mine.

Natalie pulled it out
with a tweezer.

She just yanked it out.

What was I
supposed to do?

You could have cut them,
like I told you.

We needed the follicles.

No, we didn't
need the follicles

because we knew he wasn't
going to test anything.

That was
the whole point.

Don't be such a baby.
It's embarrassing me.

Hang on.

Hang on!

I forgot
what we were doing.

Oh, yeah,
we're arresting you two.

You know the drill,
Gordo.

So, it's true
what they say, huh?

You can never judge a person
by how they dress.

Well, you know what?

Let me tell you what
you're gonna be wearing.

I hope you like orange.
It's a little jumpsuit thing.

Has a number right here.

You can wear it
anywhere, really.

Indoors, walking
around the yard.

[crying]
Ay, mijo.

Es un milagro.

[speaking Spanish]

Mamá.

Ven, ven, ven.

Thank you, Mr. Monk.

(Maria)
How can I repay you,
Mr. Monk?

I have no money.

Now that you mention it,
it is only 2:30.

If we left now,
you could be back at work

at 3:15,
put in a couple of hours,

inspect, what, 90,
maybe 100 shirts.

But I took the day off.

No, no, no, no.

You don't
wanna do that, no.

You're Inspector
Number Eight.

You have a lot of people
depending on you.

I'm sure they would
like to visit.

You know, catch up.

Yeah, there's plenty
of time for that.

They got the whole
weekend for that.

Unless you want
to work on Saturday.

Puedes trabajar Saturday...
Sábado?

Shh!
No? Domingo?

Overtime, overtime.

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