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You're late.

What are you doing here? You said the place was gonna be empty.

Yeah. Change of plans. I decided to help out.

And you're the boss.

That's right, I'm the boss. Oh, hey.

Did you wipe your feet?

Yes, sir. I wiped them outside like you said.

Good. Then let's do it. You can start with these right here.

So, how does this work? I mean, when do you call the insurance company?

I won't be calling the insurance company.

What's that? This? Oh...

This is your gun, Dewey.

My gun?

This one's mine. This is the one that I'm gonna kill the intruder with.

Intruder?

Rob? What was that? Are you all right?

I'm fine, Pam. Everything's fine.

You better come down.

It sounded like a gun.

It was.

Oh, my God.

Rob, is he dead?

What did you do?

He had a gun, this one.

No, wait, this one.

Oh, my God. You gotta help me.

It's my wife. She's been shot.

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

It's amazing

People think I'm crazy

'cause I worry all the time

If you paid attention, you'd be worried, too

You 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 there's a jungle out there

It's a jungle out there

It's 8:15. That's it, I'm officially late for school.

Sweetie, I'm sorry. I can't just leave. This is my job.

Well, what about Tim? It's not fair to him.

Oh, don't worry about me, Mrs. Teeger. I already finished all my homework.

And all my classwork.

I told you he's a genius.

But what about me? This is my third tardy in two weeks.

All right, all right, you're right. Okay.

One second, I'll take care of it.

Okay. "Dear Mr. Franklin,

"Please excuse my daughter, Julie, and her boyfriend..."

Mom.

Sorry. "Friend, Tim Sussman.

"They are late to school today,

"" cause as I was driving them, my boss was called in

"to the scene of a double homicide.

"Thank you. Natalie Teeger."

All right, so if he has any questions, just have him call me.

I'm sure he will.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're not wearing that T-shirt.

Why not? Because it's not appropriate, honey.

You're in high school now.

I can't take it off.

I promised Tim I'd wear it every day.

Uh-huh. For how long?

Till I die.

You're gonna wear that T-shirt until you die?

That's the plan.

Mmm-mmm. No, no, no, no.

Did you know him?

His name is Jordan, Dewey Jordan. Ring a bell?

Did you ever kill anyone?

Yes, I have.

It's not like in the movies, is it?

Sorry about this.

What?

Not calling you in on this one.

Obviously, pretty open-and-shut justifiable homicide.

Is it? Isn't it?

When did you buy the gun?

Five months ago, there were some break-ins down the street.

It's a lucky thing you did, because he would have killed you, too, that's for sure.

I don't feel lucky. All right.

We ID'd the body. It's a kid, a punk named Dewey Jordan.

He lives in Cole Valley.

About 4:00 a.m.,

he parks in the driveway right out front.

Point of entry, side patio door.

Yeah, he parked in the driveway? That's kind of risky.

Probably figured he'd be in and out.

Maybe.

All right, the husband, Robert Sherman, and his wife, Pam,

they're upstairs in bed.

She wakes up, says she's cold. She comes downstairs to adjust the thermostat.

Thermostat? Yeah, it's right over there.

She confronts the intruder.

He shoots her, one shot, .38 caliber.

The husband hears the shot. He grabs his gun.

This is a nine-millimeter Glock.

It's registered. We already checked.

Where was the gun?

Upstairs, in a locked box near the bed.

So, he comes running downstairs.

The intruder fires, misses, hits the wall.

Husband returns fire, bang. One shot, end of story.

One shot, bang,

end of... story.

The soles of his shoes are clean.

So?

Well, he cut through the garden out back.

Think he wiped his feet? Yeah, well, it'd make sense.

He didn't want to leave any footprints.

But he did leave footprints on the patio.

I saw them when I came in.

Why would he wipe his feet?

You wiped your feet.

But I'm me. That doesn't count.

Why would a kid, a burglar, stop and wipe his feet?

Doesn't make any sense.

Excuse me? Hello? Yeah, you.

Right, yeah. Did you wipe your feet?

Did I... Wipe your feet. This is a $23,000 rug.

Yes, sir. I wiped them when I came in, 10 times.

I don't believe we've met.

Rob Sherman, this is Adrian Monk. He's consulting with us.

And I can assure you that Mr. Monk's feet are clean.

In fact, you could probably eat off of them.

Look, it's nothing personal. It's just it was my wife's favorite rug.

I understand. Sorry for your loss.

Yes, it...

Hasn't completely sunk in.

It will. It'll sink in completely.

Do you mind if I check upstairs?

Hey, how's it going?

Somebody unplugged the phone.

Huh. He kept the gun in here?

Yeah. Is this how you found it?

Yeah, we locked the place down.

He heard his wife screaming.

He opened the box. He grabbed the gun.

That's what the man said.

But the box is closed and latched.

If I heard my wife screaming, I wouldn't stop and close the box.

Would you?

I'm not married.

Her slippers.

According to the husband, she went downstairs because she was cold.

If she was cold, why didn't she put on her slippers?

That's a good question.

Yeah.

You'll get the next one.

What are you doing? We're supposed to wait by the car.

It's the final dive. It's all up to Sussman.

You line your feet up. You visualize the dive, and...

Eight point six.

Eight point six? Are you kidding me? That was perfect.

Excuse me, this is private property here, okay?

Now, shouldn't you guys be in school?

Oh, we're with my mom, Natalie Teeger.

She's here with Mr. Monk.

Yeah, she just went in to get him.

And you are?

I'm... I'm nobody.

Oh, his name is Tim. He's my boyfriend.

Yeah, I can see that from your shirt.

So, where were you guys? Some amusement park?

Yeah, the Bay City Pier.

He works there.

Guess there's no such thing as dress codes anymore, huh?

Mr. Sherman, we appreciate your patience.

You can have your house back now.

Do you have any family? Is there somebody that you could call?

I'll be fine. Thank you.

So, what happens now?

Well, the DA will file a report.

I don't think you have anything to worry about.

The kid broke into your house. You had every right to defend yourself.

I'm not supposed to say this, but...

I would have done the same thing.

In fact, I would have emptied my gun into the creep.

Why didn't you?

Why didn't I what? Empty your gun.

You only fired once. I would think in the heat of the moment...

That's all I needed.

One shot.

That's all he needed.

Guess that's it. Thank you very much, Captain.

Mr. Monk.

What do you think?

I think he's the man.

I don't think he's the man. I think he's the guy.

Okay, let's hear it again from the top.

Right, husband, Robert Sherman, owns expensive rug.

Intruder's shoes indicate that he wiped his feet.

Why would a kid breaking and entering wipe his feet?

Because he wasn't breaking and entering.

They knew each other. It was a setup.

Maybe... Maybe the kid,

the intruder, was planning on stealing the rug, and he didn't want to scuff it up.

Thank you. Any time.

Maybe he was planning on stealing the rug.

All right, how about this one?

The phone in the bedroom was unplugged.

That doesn't mean anything.

I unplug my phone all the time,

if I wanna sleep late, or if I'm working...

She's right. Doesn't mean anything.

Well, here's another one, the wife's slippers.

Yeah, the husband said she was cold. That's why she went downstairs.

Why wouldn't she put on her slippers?

Well, she wasn't really cold. She was just saying she was cold.

She went downstairs to get a bite of that chocolate cake in the refrigerator.

What chocolate cake? Who are you?

This is Rita Depasse, a.k.a the lovely Rita.

She's a material witness in a knife fight downtown.

Alleged knife fight, alleged!

I love that word.

The lovely Rita has a point, amazingly enough.

Any hotshot lawyer could explain away that entire notebook.

That's true, that's true. But if you add it all up,

if you look at the big picture...

I mean, it's plain as day! He's the guy.

Was the wife insured?

No. So where's your motive?

Wake up!

You got two people living under the same roof.

One of them wants the other one dead.

Believe me, I know.

Yeah. He didn't love her.

I was there when the M.E. wheeled out the wife.

All he was thinking about was the rug.

You're cute.

No, I'm not.

You ever unbutton that top button?

Nah, nah. No. No.

There is one problem with your theory.

They never met.

We checked their records, the bank records, their phone records.

We talked to their friends.

There is no connection between Rob Sherman and Dewey Jordan.

I know I've seen them together.

Where? I don't know where. Somewhere!

It's driving me crazy.

Well, they lived in different worlds.

Here's Dewey Jordan's rap sheet.

Nineteen arrests, 12 convictions, bad checks, drugs,

couple of burglaries...

And in sharp contrast, here is Mr. Sherman's jacket.

One arrest. One in his entire life.

Driving with a suspended license.

What, what, what?

There is a connection. Hey!

We did it! You'll mention this to the DA, right?

Oh, gosh. I have a Spanish test today. But you know what?

I studied a lot. I'll be fine. I'll be fine. Okay.

Lisa, I'm so nervous.

Oh, my God! It's Clay Bridges.

Like he even knows who we are.

Julie, he's so cute!

Is he looking at us? Oh, my God!

What's he doing?

He's... He's coming over here.

He's... Oh, my...

You're Julie Teeger, right?

I'm Lisa.

Hi. I've seen you around.

You have? Yeah. I'm Clay.

Oh, we know. You had a great game last Saturday.

Thanks. You're in honors Spanish, right?

I'm taking Spanish One, and I just... I can't seem to get it.

You know, some sort of mental block or something. I was thinking...

Maybe you could tutor me.

Well, actually, I'm getting a B, but I could recommend somebody.

Oh, no, no. I'm asking you.

Yes or no? Moment of truth.

Uh...

Okay. Sure.

Cool. All right.

Hang on. Who is that?

Oh, my boyfriend, Tim Sussman.

Yeah, I know him. He's in the band or something.

Swim team.

I don't remember him.

Yeah, he's a diver.

Coach doesn't really use him very much.

Hmm, towel boy, huh?

Let's go, yeah.

It just doesn't feel right, meeting him here.

Well, what choice did we have?

He wouldn't see me at his office, and he's not returning my phone calls.

Yeah, I know, but this is his wife.

Who he killed in cold blood. Don't forget that.

Gosh, I remember when Mitch's father was cremated.

We went to Carolina and spread his ashes on the beach.

Mmm-hmm.

I'm gonna be buried next to Trudy.

I can't wait.

I'm really missing Mitch lately.

Mmm-hmm.

You know? He would know what to do with Julie.

Uh-huh.

She started tutoring this older kid in Spanish, a senior, a big football star.

Great. God! Just yesterday

she was crawling around in diapers, and today I'm worried about some

17-year-old quarterback named Clay.

Great.

What did you do?

Oh, skinny, fat, skinny, fat, skinny. Believe me,

this is the way they would have wanted it.

Yeah, but Mr. Monk... God.

No, what are you doing? The nametags are all mixed up!

No, yeah, I know, but I think...

No, I know that this one went over here.

No, this is her. No, no. This one...

All right, I got it. No, I got it.

That's not good. Oh, my God.

Okay. I got it.

Hurry, hurry! Oh, no!

What are you doing?

I'm separating them! What, you can tell?

I can tell, more or less. Just don't sneeze.

Oh, my God! Somebody's coming!

Wait! What are you doing?

It's not even. Mr. Monk, those are people.

Maybe they weren't the same size.

Well, they are now.

Mr. Monk. Hello.

Hello, again. What are you doing here?

Are you family?

No, we are... We're with the police.

Mr. Sherman, I'm sorry about this. I've been trying to call you all day.

Yes, I've heard. You got a problem with me, Mr. Monk?

No, no, no. Just a couple of questions, part of the investigation.

Hey, what investigation? I spoke with the District Attorney.

He said the case was closed.

What happened here?

Uh...

The wind... Just a draft.

It was like a tunnel or something.

Yeah, table's a little wobbly.

You might want to put a matchbook under it. But we cleaned it up.

A draft? It's no problem, yeah.

You told the police that you didn't know Dewey Jordan,

the man you killed. You said you'd never met him.

That's right. Right, but

you were in traffic court four weeks ago, August 14, 8:00 a.m.,

the Vinton Street courthouse.

And this is Dewey's rap sheet. He was at a bail reduction hearing,

same courthouse, same day, 8:00 a.m.

Is that where you met him?

Mr. Sherman, is there a problem?

No, no, there's no problem.

No problem at all. This is my secretary. Allison Clarke.

Oh, you're right, Mr. Monk.

It appears that Mr. Jordan and I were in the same building.

On the same day.

A few weeks before he was shot, and I don't believe in coincidence.

Yeah, neither do I. Maybe that's where he saw me.

Excuse me? Yeah, you know, he saw me pull up in my BMW,

wearing this suit and this,

you know, $5,000 Rolex watch, and that's where he decided to try and rob me.

Now, that's possible, isn't it?

Oh, I see...

I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you there.

Yes, it's possible.

We have to go.

Is that her?

Mostly her.

Anything else, Mr. Monk?

Uh...

I didn't think so.

No, mi hermana, remember?

Feminine words end in "A". It's easy.

No, screen passes are easy. This is hard.

Okay, and masculine words end in "O", like mi amigo.

I hope so.

I was actually hoping we could be more than amigos.

Honey, it's 10:30. Didn't you say you wanted to get to bed early?

No. No, I didn't.

Well, it's probably a good idea. You've a big day tomorrow.

Clay, see you ma�ana!

What? Tomorrow.

Oh, I guess that's my cue.

I'll see you around.

Hey, you've got study hall second period, right?

Yeah. How'd you know that?

A quarterback has to see the whole field.

It's me. I just left her.

Well, it's only 10:30.

Her mom kicked me out, but don't worry. It's going fine.

She's hooked. I can tell. I just got to reel her in.

Well, reel her in quick.

Did he ask her out?

Oh, not yet. Maybe tomorrow.

Relax, she likes him. It's gonna happen.

Just like you planned.

I'm not saying no, I'm just saying that I need to think about it.

So, when did he ask you?

Just now, like, 10 minutes ago.

I didn't hear the phone ring.

It's called a text message.

Welcome to the 21st century, Mom.

It's just one party. It's no big deal.

Okay, then, how would you get there?

He would drive me. Clay is, like, the most popular guy in school,

and he really likes me.

And if you don't let me go, then I'm never gonna talk to you again.

Well, sweetie, what are you doing?

Stuff Tim gave me. I'm getting rid of it.

You're breaking up? We already did.

When? Just now.

I don't believe it.

You don't, huh? Well, keep watching.

Why? Tim was so great!

Of course you liked him! Mothers love Tim.

He's safe and he's polite.

And smart, and he's cute, and he's on the swim team.

Great, why don't you date him?

Wait, wait, Julie, what are you doing? Don't do that!

Come on, let's just talk about this.

It's my life, Mom.

Yeah, I know it is, honey!

Well, you don't act like it!

Well... And just remember,

in four and a half months, I'm gonna be 16.

What does that mean?

How long did he live here?

Ten months. You know, I should have known he was gonna be trouble.

Always late with the rent, always coming and going.

I mean, is it true what they're saying? He broke in and killed the guy's wife?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

She'll be 16. Four and a half months.

Natalie, stop torturing yourself!

It doesn't mean anything.

You think so? Of course.

She's looking forward to her birthday. It's no big deal.

This is your daughter? Yeah.

What is it?

This air vent. It's rusty.

So?

The screws are brand-new.

Do you have a screwdriver?

Mr. Monk, I just don't think you're getting it. He's a senior.

He's like an adult. Uh-huh.

He invited her to a party on Saturday night.

There will be college kids there.

She'll be fine. There'll be a lot of other people around, right?

No, I'm not worried about the party. I'm worried about after the party.

Oh, God, Mitch, I miss you.

Mr. Monk? Huh?

Will you talk to her?

Me? Please.

I don't know who else to ask. There's no man in her life.

What about him?

Who, Mr. Morrissy?

Kids respect landlords. I think it's the keys.

What is it?

It's a .22.

Why didn't he bring this gun?

So, he had another gun.

Yeah, but there's no ammo for a .38 caliber in here.

It's all for this gun.

I don't think he had another gun.

Mr. Monk, please, this is important to me.

Julie loves you. You're like family. You know that.

Natalie, I can' t. I just can't!

Why don't you ask the Captain or anybody else?

When it comes to this particular issue,

I'm probably the least qualified person in North America.

That's what makes you perfect.

You waited for Trudy. You were faithful.

You respected her. You're a wonderful role model.

Huh? In this particular case!

Why don't you just give it a few weeks?

See how it goes.

I always find that doing nothing and never mentioning it again,

always the best policy.

Mr. Monk, two weeks will be too late.

Please, please talk to her.

It's my daughter, my little girl.

Mr. Monk, are you still here?

Yeah. I'm just...

Do you have a minute?

Sure.

Great. Julie, your mother is very worried about you.

And...

What's going on?

She wanted me to talk to you about

certain things about life.

And... And things...

She's right outside.

She thought it might be helpful if you had someone you could talk to.

I'm supposed to be giving you "the big talk."

Why?

Because you're dating an older boy.

No, I mean, why you?

That's what I said!

See, Julie,

the years between 14 and 32 are a very confusing time for a young girl.

I really appreciate this.

I'll just be a couple more minutes, I promise.

You know, your body's changing,

you're gonna start feeling things, new things,

and you're gonna wonder how to act and what to do.

But it might be best

just to wait

until you meet the right person. You don't have to do anything, right?

Until... Until you're sure.

Do you have any questions? No?

Great, well, I'm glad we had this little talk.

I can tell that it's been very helpful to you.

We certainly had a positive, very productive talk, right?

This is the end of the talk.

Wait, Mr. Monk. How do you know if what you're feeling is real?

What are you doing? No, I'm serious.

When you met Trudy... Shh, shh.

How did you know? Julie, shh, listen! Listen.

This is not real. I'm not really here, okay?

It's just for your mother.

Don't... No, no, no. Don't cry.

You can't cry. I can't leave if you're crying.

What you're feeling is perfectly normal.

What you're feeling is probably normal.

It's just... How did you know?

Look, okay, look.

I used to wonder the same thing.

When I met Trudy, I said, "Now I see."

"Now I see why I'm here."

Was it wonderful?

Yeah. I loved falling in love with her every day,

every morning, I fell in love with her again.

I think what your mother's been trying to say is, just don't worry. All right?

All your dreams will come true,

but they don't have to come true this weekend. Right?

You can take your time.

You can wait...

Until I find Trudy.

Just wait for Trudy. Believe in Trudy.

Trudy will come.

Just stop crying. Let me out of here.

Captain.

Make yourself at home, Randy.

Door was open.

What's going on?

I think Monk was right. It looks like Rob Sherman and Dewey Jordan

did meet at the courthouse.

This is the security camera for the main lobby,

August 14, 8:00 a.m.

I can't see anything.

That's Rob Sherman. That's Dewey Jordan.

Where? Right there.

Here. Here and there.

Randy, they're two blurs. Even for blurs, they're blurry.

Can you make it bigger?

Yeah, it's already enhanced.

Well, that could be anybody.

That could be Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

But they're both dead.

Ginger Rogers is not dead.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure she is dead.

I'm sorry. Even if she wasn't,

what would Fred and Ginger be doing in the courthouse?

I'm not saying it is Fred and Ginger. I'm just saying that...

You can't tell who or what they are.

Yeah, look.

Right there. See, he comes in.

They shake hands. That is definitely Rob Sherman.

Is that a permanent marker?

No, it'll come off.

I don't think so.

Hang on.

Have you seen the new screens?

Pretty beautiful. Flat.

You're worse than Monk.

Well, I just... I wanted to thank you again.

No. I'm glad I could help.

Be careful with that. Don't let them get wrinkled.

Oh, sorry. Well, Julie told me about how you talked about Trudy, and how you met...

Oh... She just said it was really,

really sweet. So, thank you.

What? What is it?

My God, it's Clay. Is that Julie?

What did you say to her?

Excuse me.

Mrs. Teeger?

I'm sorry, I... Does Julie know about her?

Who's Julie?

This is... This is not what you think.

Or what you think.

Somebody hired me to go out with her daughter.

You said get a job!

Somebody hired you?

Your sister, Karen.

Aunt Karen? She said she didn't like Julie's boyfriend.

So she paid me $500 to break them up.

Clay, I don't have a sister.

No, no, no. It's true. I can prove it. I've still got the money.

Yeah, or most of it.

Excuse me. Can I see that?

Careful.

This woman, this Aunt Karen, what did she look like?

Pretty. Long, dark hair.

With glasses?

How'd you know?

Natalie, I know what's going on.

Julie, the murder, it's all connected.

Is this it?

Yeah. The Bay City Pier.

Who are all these people?

I don't know, Mr. Monk.

Who's he?

I don't know, Mr. Monk. Is he bothering you?

Do you want me to ask him to leave?

No, you better not. He might get mad.

All right, so the Captain will be here any minute. Maybe we should just wait...

Mrs. Teeger? Mrs. Teeger, what are you doing here?

Where? Where?

Hey! Right here!

Oh! It's Tim.

Hey, you guys. What are you doing here? Is Julie here?

No, we're on a job.

Yeah. You might wanna give her a call, though,

'cause I'm pretty sure she's gonna break up with Clay.

She is? I mean, did she say that?

No, not yet. Can I tell him?

I don't think you should.

I'm gonna tell him. Why do you bother asking?

Okay, Clay Bridges never liked Julie.

Not really. Somebody paid him to go out with her.

Somebody paid him? Who?

He did.

Mr. Sherman? What's he doing here?

He's not here to play Skee-Ball.

I better follow him. Just stay here, and wait for the Captain.

Julie's T-shirt?

That's what this whole thing has been about.

Her T-shirt? I don't understand.

Tim, I've been waiting a long time to say this.

Here's what happened. We know Dewey Jordan has been here.

Mr. Monk noticed some game coupons in his apartment.

Rob Sherman and Dewey Jordan met a couple of weeks ago at the courthouse.

Sherman probably told Dewey he was pulling some kind of insurance scam.

But they had to meet again some place to work out the details.

They met here, at the pier. It was perfect.

Noisy, a big crowd, nobody would notice them.

But I don't understand. What does all this have to do with Julie?

It was the same day that you and Julie were here getting your picture taken.

Our picture?

Exactly. The photographer had you pose right over there,

but there were other people standing behind you.

That's where Mr. Monk had seen them together. On Julie's T-shirt.

They were in the background the whole time.

Now it makes sense.

That's why he was acting so weird that day we met him.

Yeah, when Mr. Sherman saw that T-shirt, he knew he was in trouble.

He saw Julie hanging out with Mr. Monk, the Captain and Randy.

It was only a matter of time before somebody noticed it.

I know, but why didn't he just try to steal it?

That's too risky. Remember, he didn't have to destroy the shirt.

He just wanted Julie to stop wearing it.

So he had his girlfriend contact Clay.

She pretended to be Julie's aunt.

I get it. Julie breaks up with me, and she never wears the shirt again.

She's right. You are pretty smart. That's why we're here.

The Captain's getting a search warrant.

The photo booth keeps backup copies of all the pictures.

A copy? Why do you need a copy? Where's the T-shirt?

Oh, Julie burned it.

She what? Sorry.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Get out of my truck!

He's getting... Get out of here!

Hey! Stop him!

Somebody get that guy! He's got...

Hey, come back here! Hey, you! Give me that!

Hey, get that guy! There he goes! There he goes!

Hey. Hey, you! You! Get that guy! Get him! Oh!

Stop him!

Tim! Guess you can't win them all, Detective, huh? Huh?

Tim!

Tim! Tim!

Tim! Tim!

You okay?

I got 'em!

He's Julie's boyfriend.

He's on the swim team.

Thanks, Tim!

Backup disk. And I printed off a copy.

Oh. You and your friend take a very nice, very incriminating picture.

Put it on a mug, too.

What for?

I figured the jury would appreciate it.

They're human. They get thirsty.

Exhibit A. Thank you very much.

Mmm, guilty.

How you guys doing?

I think we're okay.

We were just listening to the news. You're a hero.

Oh, I don't feel like a hero.

Well, you are.

Thanks, Mrs. Teeger.

Tim and I are going to hang out here for a while, I mean, if that's okay.

Sure. Go ahead. Have fun.

Have fun. What... What's that for?

Our little talk.

Wipe.

No. Natalie.

No, that one stays on.

For how long?

Mmm, maybe forever.

I can feel it.

Good.

Come on, I'm not gonna wipe it off. I'm just gonna dab it.

Yep.