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[ticking]

Excuse me. It's 2:00.

The doctor's just running
a little late.

Okay. No problem.

How late is he running?
Did he say?

Just a few minutes.

It won't be long.

Listen, does he--
Does he know I'm here?

Maybe I could just peek in
and tell him--

I don't think that's such
a good idea, Mr. Monk.

No.

Where's Natalie?

She's out.

She's running some errands.

Would you like
to call her?

Let's call her.

[cell phone rings]

Hello, Mr. Monk.

Natalie, it's me.

Adrian, you know, Monk.

Yes, Mr. Monk, I know.

The doctor is running late.

Then you'll have something
to talk about, won't you?

Do you need me to come over?
I'm five minutes away.

Where are you?

I don't even know.
I'm at some coffee shop.

Did you find that toothbrush?
Yes, sir.

Had to go to about five
drugstores, but I found it.

The Gertler 4000

with the extra-soft
polyurethane bristles?

Yes, and the blue rubber handle.
Yes, sir.

Thank God.

Oh, what about Trudy's picture?
I just came
from the frame shop.

I got that too.
Well, how does it look?

You know, they did
a really good job.

You can't even
see that scratch.

Excellent.

She really was pretty.

Yes, she was.
Are you sure you're okay?

Maybe I should just
come over.

No. No, no.
You know what, I'm okay.

In fact, I'm gonna be fine.

Okay, well,
have a good session.

I'll be there
when you get out.

Thank you.

[unsettling music]

(old man)
Trudy?

Trudy?

Hi, how are you, Zach?

How nice to see you.

[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 *

Adrian, I'm sorry
to have kept you waiting.

Maggie said that you were

getting a little
anxious out there.

Oh, that's true.
I'm pretty excited.

Mmm.
I have some news.

Really?

As you know,
yesterday was Trudy's birthday.

I went to the grave.

Then I came home and I re-read
some of her poems.

There was this one passage

that really got to me.

I-I-I-I just kept
re-reading it.

It goes,
"The snows that burn away,

"like tears of God,
reveal the world anew.

"We are reborn;

nothing is lost forever."

That's beautiful.

Yeah.

Nothing is lost forever.

It was as if
she was speaking to me.

Like she was saying,

I'm here without her
for a reason.

I think--

I think she wants me to let go.

Wow.

I know.

Wow!

And then yesterday,

the radio was playing a song.

But it wasn't the radio.

It wasn't the radio?

* There are chicks

* Just right for some kissin'

* And I mean
to kiss me a few *

You know what it was?

It was me.

It was me. I was singing.

I think I'm happy.

Is that possible?

Why not?

It's so long overdue.

Happy, yes.

I'm happy.
Yes, yes.

Then this morning,

I looked up.

There was a picture on the wall,
it was a little crooked.

I just kept eating.

I didn't get up
and fix it.

I know because the glass
here on the table,

you still haven't put it back
on the coaster.

What do you think?

What do you think?
Every time I say,

"What do you think?", you say,
"What do you think?".

Well, what do you think?

I'm almost afraid to say it.

I think I might be
getting better.

Adrian, reading the poem,

the reaction you had to it,

it's what we call
a threshold event.

It's a big first step.

First steps are the hardest.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, just, um...

It's been, like,
such a long time

that I've been waiting.

Oh, thank you.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm crying.

I'm sorry.

This doesn't make you
uncomfortable?

Yes, it does.
Hmm.

But what doesn't?

Did you tell anybody
about me?

Where's our waitress?
She just disappeared.

Zach, Mr. Ellinghouse,
this is very important.

Did you tell anybody
else about me?

Who would I tell?

Janice is gone.
She's all I had.

I don't like this
cloak and dagger stuff, Trudy.

Well, believe me,
it's for your own good.

Remember, I asked you
not to call me Trudy.

Call me Lisa.

Oh, yeah,
I'm sorry, Lisa.

I still don't understand

why you had to fake
your own death.

I was protecting my family.

I was writing an article about

an extremist group
in the Bay Area.

And they were looking for me.

They would've killed me
and my husband for sure

if they'd had found me.

The only way to stop them
was to pretend I was dead.

Whoa.
Here we go.
Tuna fish sandwich.

And a coffee
and one cinnamon stick.

Cinnamon stick?
Yeah, to sweeten it.

It's a little trick
I picked up in Madrid.

Oh, that's right.
You and Janice went to Madrid.

I have all the letters
she wrote.

I kept everything.

I know you did.
That's why I'm here, Zach.

Hey, great sandwich.

They got little pieces
of celery in it.

You want some?
No, I can't.
I'm allergic to fish.

Oh, that's right,
I remember.

I remember everything.
Eventually.

We need to talk, Zach.

About the key.
The key that Janice left you.

Do you have it?

Oh, I still can't
believe she's gone.

I know, I know.
It hurts.

I miss her too.

This is very important.

Do you have the key?

Look, I looked for it.
I couldn't find it.

I'll look for it tonight.

I pro--I'll find it.
I promise.

Okay.

I'll meet you on Keep Street

in front
of the library tomorrow.

Do you know where
that is?
Yeah.

(Trudy)
10:00.
(Zach)
10.

Zach, don't let me down.

It's my key.

Janice wanted me
to have it.

* There is wine
all ready for tasting *

A little mayonnaise.

Some lemon juice.
A little salt, just a pinch.

Just a sprinkle.

Oh, Kevin,
I really appreciate this.

Oh, stop.
This is what neighbors are for.

Is that enough?
How many people are coming?

I don't know.

The captain has
this barbecue every year,

but I never felt
like going before.

Oh, so this is like
your coming-out party?

I think I--

Natalie, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm just tired.

Yeah.

Okay, for the record,

this one is a little uneven,
but I don't care.

I'm going to use it anyway.

The old me would've obsessed
with making it--just hold on.

Okay, but now
I'm going to let it go.

Letting it go.
Letting it go.

It's gone.
One second.

Little more.
Got it.

Done.
Done.

Mr. Monk?
Yeah?

I spoke with Julie's
doctor today.

He said she might
be allergic to fish.

Oh, poor kid.

Yeah.

Do you know anybody else
who's allergic to fish?

I think the man who lives
across the street from my sister

is allergic to fish.

Not right across the street.

Actually, you know what?
It's not even really a street.

It's more of a cul-de-sac.

That's great, Kevin.
How about you, Mr. Monk?

No.

Well, Trudy was.

Oh, I didn't tell you
the best part.

The best part.

Dr. Kroger is going
to call the department

and recommend me
for reinstatement.

That's--that is--
Congratulations.

Hey, I know.

Later, let's get
my old uniform down

and see if it fits.

I'll tell you something.

It's not gonna fit if you eat
too much of this.

[laughter]

Hey, I met somebody.
He said he knew you.

Zach Ellinghouse?

Ellinghouse?

Right.

Trudy used to work
with his daughter.

How's he doing?

He's fine.

[soft music]

Mr. Monk?
Yeah?

There's something
I have to tell you.

Okay.

That's good potato salad.

What do you mean
you don't have it?

I thought we had a deal.

Trudy, don't get mad.

I'm just talking about
some compensation.

I don't know where
that key goes.

Maybe it's to something
really valuable.

No, no, it's not valuable,
Zach.

I told you.
It--

It's just some research
that Janice and I did together.

Okay?
It's just some old papers.

[shutter clicks]
(Zach)
You're really anxious about it.

I have expenses, you know.

Like bills.
[shutter click]

Janice isn't here
to help me.

Who's gonna help me?

Okay, you want some money.

So tell me how much.
Give me a number.

$1,000,
that's not too much.

Fine. I'll have it today.

I'll be at your house
at 3:00.

And Zach,

I am not leaving
without that key.

What are you doing?
[gasps]

Who are you?

Natalie Teeger.

I work for your--
I work for Adrian.

I need that camera.

Just please tell me
what's going on.

Have you told Adrian about me?

Don't.

You can't.

If you care about him at all,
you can't tell him.

We both know
this would kill him.

I'm dead.
I have to stay that way.

Understand?

clang

Okay.
How about that one?

That one?
Yeah, that one.

Now, what was wrong
with that one?

Oh, that was lopsided.

Here, you do the buns.

Switch.

Hey, guys.
Well done, please.

Well done.
Come on, need a bun.

The bun.

Thanks.

Okay, that--

That's a little off-center.

I could--I could
reposition that for you.

Or, you know what?
I'm gonna--I'm gonna let it go.

You enjoy it.
Life is too short.

[laughs]
Just let it go.

You know, the commissioner
asked me what I thought

about bringing you back
on a contingency basis.

I told him I thought
we should try it.

Captain...

No, don't say anything.

We'll take it
one day at a time, okay?

Well, listen.

There's a--

There's a few things
that I should say

that I don't.

I mean I've been working
on a few things myself.

Well, you're not perfect,
God knows.

But you're still probably
the best cop I've ever met.

And working with you

has been one of the great
honors of my life.

You're the man.

And I mean that.

Right back at you, sir.

I love you, man.

Yeah, well--

clang

He said I was the man.
He was getting all teary.

Really?
Well...

(Lt. Disher)
Not that it's competition
or anything,

it's just nice
to be number one.

Excuse me.

Paulie, a Red Alert.

Tell Karen that we're
almost out of beer.

Captain,
do you have a minute?

Sure.

Uh, look, I know
this sounds weird.

But were you there
when Trudy died?

Who, Trudy Monk?

No, no, I got there
an hour later. Why?

So you didn't actually
see the body?

What are you getting at?

I met her this morning.
I talked to her.

Oh, finally.

Here's your money.

You can count it
if you want.

Changed my mind.

What are you talking about?
We had a deal.

My Janice gave me this key.
She didn't leave it for you.

Why do you think
she did that?

Well she couldn't
leave it to me, could she?

Why?
She thought I was dead.

I've decided to leave

all her papers and her notebooks
to the university.

Zach, Zach.

Janice and I worked
on that story together.

Those papers belong
to both of us.

I don't know.

I have to think.

Zach, this isn't a game.
Give me the key!

Trudy, what are you doing?
Give me the key, Zach.

Trudy! Don't!

Just give it to me!
[yells]

[groans]

It's not possible.

It's impossible.

She said she faked her own death
to protect him.

She talked to a paramedic
before she died.

Okay, but maybe he was lying.

Or maybe he was in on it.

Captain, I've been
following her.

She's been meeting a man.

This older guy named
Zach Ellinghouse.

Do you know him?

Ellinghouse, no.

They've been arguing
about a key.

He has some key
that belongs to her.

How many of those
have you had?

Captain, I saw Trudy Monk.

Did you take her picture?

Yeah, but she took the film.

(Lt. Disher)
Captain!

Yeah. Okay.

We just caught one
in Mission Hill.

Now?
Neighbor heard a fight.

Door was open,
she went in, found a body.

Karen's gonna kill me.

All right, grab Philby
and Deitrich.

Give me address.
I'll meet you there.

418 Vinton,
apartment 3-D.

Victim's name was Ellinghouse.

Ellinghouse?

Yeah, Zachary Ellinghouse.

Why? You know him?

Hey, what's going on?

Nothing.
Nothing.

We're rolling. There's
a fresh one in Mission Hill.

All right, let's go.
I'm in.

No, hey, hey, Monk.

Look, we don't need you
on this one.

I want you to stay here.

Uh, clean the grill.

The grill is really greasy.

Yeah.
What?

Yeah, yeah, come on.
It'll be fun.

What are you talking about?
I'm getting my badge back!

I'm back on the team, right?

Come on. Let's go.
I'm in.

Let's lock and load.

[Natalie coughs]

It's really dusty in here.

Mr. Monk, maybe you should
wait in the car.

No, no, no.
I'm fine.

You know, Monk, we can't
pay you for this one.

It's on the house.

Least I could do.
And here we go.

Body was here?
Yeah.

(Lt. Disher)
Looks like he was on the desk
face down.

He fell on to this thing.

Rolled over onto the floor.
What do you call that thing?

Spindle.
Spindle. God, that's it.

Finish my report.

The rug was like this.
Yeah.

Looks like he tripped.

Wasn't premeditated.

Oh, there was a struggle.

With a woman.

A woman?
How do you know that?

Heel marks in the carpet.

She had very small feet.

A lot of women have
small feet.

She wore perfume.

Shalimar.
Trudy wore Shalimar.

Wait.

No reading glasses.

I think he kept something
stashed in this book.

A key.
Did they find a key?

No, no. Nothing.

Maybe they were
fighting over that.

(Lt. Disher)
Look at this.

It's her mug.
Lipstick.

Oh, yes.

Cinnamon,
to sweeten the coffee.

Trudy used to do that.

Is this the victim?

Yeah, his name's
Zach Ellinghouse.

Oh, no.

I knew him.

Ellinghouse, Natalie.

You were just asking me
about him.

Captain, his daughter, Janice,

used to work with my--

Trudy.

(Lt. Disher)
It's weird you keep
mentioning Trudy.

There was a witness
who heard a struggle--

Let me--
Let me--

"Witness distinctly heard
victim say,

What are you doing, Trudy?"

Trudy.

That was Trudy's name.

Mr. Monk, there's something
I need to tell you.

Yeah?

If Mitch were somehow
still alive,

I'd want somebody to tell me.

Tell you what?
What?

What are you talking about?

It's Trudy.

She's not--

She's not dead,
Mr. Monk.

Trudy?

I've been following her.

I talked to her.

[scoffs]

This is--

Monk. Hey, Monk?

Monk, I don't believe
it either, okay?

We don't know
what's going on.

Maybe if we just got
a sample of her DNA--

No. No!

That way we'd know
where we stand.

Trudy's DNA?
What are you saying?

Maybe we could just
exhume the body.

We're miles away
from exhuming anything.

She said she faked
her own death to protect you.

She's alive, Mr. Monk.

[groans]

Trudy.

Trudy!

[weakly]
Trudy.

Monk, was it her?

He's not sure.
She was too far away.

Did you make the car?

Sedan.

Gray sedan.

What kind of sedan?

Did you see the driver?

The license number?

He doesn't remember.

Is there anything
I can do?

[weakly]
Is there anything Ican do?

How's he doing?

How do you think he's doing?

I have never felt
more helpless in my life.

Well, I just spoke
to Hank Merchant

at the DA's office.

Did I authorize that?

No, sir.

I figured you wouldn't mind.
I'm the man, remember?

Well, I've laid everything
out for him,

and he thinks we have enough
to exhume the body.

You just have
to say the word.

Look, hey, no.

We're not digging anything up
without Monk's okay.

Look, let's just give him
a day or two, okay?

Captain.

Doctor, thank God you're here.

Natalie called my service.

What's going on?

There is some evidence
to suggest

that Monk's wife Trudy
may still be alive.

Excuse me?

We think she faked
her own death

and has been hiding out
ever since.

And we're pretty sure she killed
a guy earlier today.

Trudy's our primary suspect.

All right, all right, so he's
having a psychotic break.

(Dr. Kroger)
He's delusional.

(Stottlemeyer)
No, he's not delusional.

We have two eyewitnesses

and some physical evidence.

This--

This is big.
Excuse me.

[clears throat]
Dr. Kroger.

Mr. Monk, look who's here.
It's Dr. Kroger.

Natalie, give us
a minute, please.

Adrian.

Here, you have
to drink something.

Did you drink something?

Okay.

Okay.

Adrian, I'm not going
to believe anything

until I hear it from you.

Is Trudy alive?

I don't know.

But if it's true,

then nothing's true.

If this is true...

nothing is true.

Why didn't she contact me?

I don't know.
Maybe she's in trouble.

She's in trouble.
Adrian, where are you going?

Adrian?
Hey, Monk?

Monk, where are you going?

I have to find her.

We'll go with you.
No, I have to do this alone.

This is between
me and my wife.

She's not you.

It's not you.

Hey, how you doing?

Hi.

My wife is buried
back there.

She's still dead.

She's right where I left her.

Okay.

I am so...

relieved.

I mean, I love her
with all my heart,

but, whew.

Who is this?

This is my husband.

Oh, I'm sure he's dead too.

And he'll stay dead.

Don't worry about that.
This is an excellent cemetery.

They know what they're doing.

Yeah, everybody here.
Probably dead.

You have a good one.

Trudy's desk?

For five years.
She loved this job.

I did that.

I was leaning in to kiss her,

spilled some coffee.

[giggles]

I'll bet it was
the last time

you spilled anything
in your life.

I spilled something
seven years later:

January 12, 1999.

January 12th?

You mean during the earthquake?

Earthquakes count.

I don't make the rules.

[sighs]

Mr. Monk,
can I ask you something?

What happened yesterday
in the cemetery?

How do you know the woman
we've been seeing isn't Trudy?

We still have one or two
copies in the archive.

You can keep that one.
I don't understand.

Why would anybody
want to impersonate Trudy?

I don't know.

I wish some of these kids would
impersonate her a little bit.

She was the best reporter
I ever knew.

Here it is.

"Pier Pressure" by Janice
Ellinghouse and Trudy Monk.

It was the only article
they ever wrote together.

It was a hell of a piece.

It should've won
a Pulitzer.

It was on the dockworker's
union?

Ed Lindley, the union president,
was indicted

because of that article.

He's still in jail.
That's right.

The guy was untouchable,

but Trudy and Janice
never stopped digging.

That article made history.

Lindley's second in command,
Jack Bollinger,

became the union president
because of this.

He's still there.

Seems to be running
a pretty clean shop.

Well, they are really
naming names here.

Look at all these payoffs.

How did they get all this?
Hard work.

And a secret informant.
Deep background.

Trudy never told me
who it was.

Well, they never told me either.

Where was Janice's desk?

Over there.

I still haven't
cleaned it out yet.

It's hard to say goodbye.

Yes, it is.

"Pay rent."

Yeah, so?

She was already
paying a mortgage.

What could she be renting?
What can you rent for $105?

I rent a storage locker.

It costs about
that much per month.

The missing key.

The one from the book.
It could've opened a locker.

Mr. Monk, there are hundreds

of storage lockers
in San Francisco.

Where would we even start?

Well, Natalie,

how about Trans-Cal
Moving & Storage

13025 3rd street.

What?

This storage place.
What time does it open?

(woman)
8:00.

Gonna need you
to come along with me.

Why?

You said once I got you the key,
I could leave.

Change of plans.

I don't know what kind
of security they're gonna have.

If we're stopped,
then I'm gonna need you

to pretend to be Janice.

Oh, and bring that along.
She was a blonde too.

I hate this thing.

Why? It looks
pretty good on you.

Then again, you look pretty good
as that redhead

in that show I saw you in.
What was it called?

A man is dead.

Yeah.

I know that.

And I am sorry.
It was a terrible accident.

And that other guy,
Trudy's husband?

I will never forget
his face.

I mean,
he was really hurting.

Look, things happen.

We're moving on.

This is all about
self-preservation now.

Do you understand?

If whatever is in that
storage locker ever gets out,

I am a dead man.
I can't do this.

Yes, you can.

Look, look, look.
You're an actress, aren't you?

Well, our little show
is not over yet.

Good morning.

What's going on?

We're organizing a task force.

Out of my office?
Yes, sir.

Well, I figured
you wouldn't mind.

I'm the man, right?

Yeah, that's right.
You're the man.

Don't worry, sir.
I am all over this one.

I've reassigned Rudner
and Sergeant Hyden.

They're already
on their way in.

The report from the lab,

there were no identifiable
prints in the apartment.

Trudy must've wiped everything
down before she left.

I'm running off 5,000 of those.
Wanted for Questioning.

I put a photo of her
up on the hot board.

And I've been trying
to contact her parents.

Wait, you've been trying
to contact whose parents?

Trudy's, in case
she tries to call them.

No, Randy,
wait, wait, wait...

And I'm releasing
that to the press.

It's a press release.

Oh, I called the deputy
commissioner too,

just wanted--
Lieutenant--

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Oh...

Randall, when I said that,

about you being the man...

I thought I was
talking to Monk.

Oh.

Okay, well, that explains it.

Randy, it doesn't mean
that I don't appreciate--

No, I understand.

No problem.

Why don't I just get you
a cup of coffee?

Won't be needing that.

It's number 12.

Number 12, how do you know?

I saw the list.

The security guard
just showed you the list?

Not exactly,
I caught a glimpse of it

as he was bending over.

Why was he bending over?

To help me look
for my earring.

[gasps]

I lost my earring!
My God.

It's irreplaceable.

It was a gift from my Aunt Lisa
on her deathbed.

I think it might've fallen
over...there.

Maybe she's already
been here.

There's water in the handle
from the rain last night.

It would've spilled out
if she lifted the door.

Listen. Listen.
[car in distance]

That's the car.

It's gotta be her.
Come on.

It's her.

Mr. Monk, they're gonna see you!
What are you doing?

I had her back.

For an hour and a half.

I thought she might
be alive.

I had hope.

Isn't hope the worst?

No, Mr. Monk.
Hope is a good thing.

You're very young.

I know this guy.

I've seen him before.

Do you have the article
that Trudy and Janice wrote?

That's him.

That's Jack Bollinger.

The union boss.

He was their anonymous
source ten years ago.

Now that they're both gone,
he must be panicked

that all of their research
material will be made public.

And his old friends will know
that he ratted them out.

What about the woman?

Bollinger must've
just found her.

It was a con game
to trick Janice's father

into giving up
that key.

I don't--how did she know
so much about Trudy?

Bollinger must've
coached her.

He spent time with Trudy
when they were writing this,

so he knew a lot
about her.

I'm calling the captain.

Lieutenant, we're rolling.

That was Natalie.
Monk broke the case.

There at a storage locker
right up the street.

Randy.

Randy! Let's go.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.
We're you talking to me?

It's just hard
to tell sometimes.

Randy, you know
how fragile Monk is.

I have to stroke him
all the time.

But you're tougher than that.

Come on, you're the man.
Let's go.

Well, so, everybody's the man.

No, just you and Monk.

You're my two men.
Let's go.

If we were both drowning,
who would you save?

I don't know.
Both of you.

No, if you could only
save one of us.

Well, I'd probably save Monk
because he can't swim

and I happen to know
you're an excellent swimmer.

Suppose I was
holding an anchor.

You're holding an anchor?

Uh-huh.
Who would you save then?

Well, why don't you
let go of the anchor?

It's a family heirloom.

I'm leaving.

Mr. Bollinger,
can I go now?

Go start the car.

No, no.
Mr. Monk, it's not Trudy.

Let's just wait
for the captain.

Stay here.

What the hell
are you doing?

I found some notebooks
and some tapes.

But they're not all labeled.

And I can't afford
to miss anything.

So we...

are going to plan B.

Mr. Bollinger,
you can't do that!

I don't want anyone else
getting hurt.

Start the damn car--

Trudy...

What the hell is
he doing here?

I'm her husband.

(Bollinger)
Son of a bitch,
it never ends.

How--how did he find us?

Who else knows we're here?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Your hair...

Your hair was
more like...like--

I--I, look--

I--I didn't know, okay?

I thought this was
just a job.

First row,
number 12!

[tires squeal]

You, freak show.
Get away from her.

No, Mr. Bollinger, don't.
Trudy, listen...

Okay, that is enough!

No, no, no!
No, don't!

(Bollinger)
Looks like they're gonna
find a body in the ashes here!

I have no choice!
He knows too much.

Oh, God.

[panting]

I am so sorry.

You loved her.

[weakly]
I'll tell her.

Well, I think it stinks.

What stinks?

The department deciding
not to reinstate you.

They didn't even
give you a chance.

You can't really blame them.

After what happened,
I'm kind of back to--

What, normal?

Well, it's a kind
of normal.

Uh, wait a second.

Uh, I touched that one twice.

I have to--

You know, Mr. Monk,
you never told me.

What happened
in the cemetery?

How did you know

that that woman
wasn't really Trudy?

Well, I went to the grave,

and it still hurt.

So I knew.

Yeah, I know that hurt.

It's never wrong.

Nope. It isn't.

Neither are you.

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