All language subtitles for Monk_S04E01_Mr. Monk and the Other Detective.English (CC)

Harold! You're early.

I know. I'm picking something up.

Where's Peggy?
Thought you two were joined at the hip.

[engine starts]

[tense music playing]

[panel beeping]

[phone rings, beeps]

-Yes?
-[man] How's it going, Harold?

I'm in. I'm doing it.

[man] Friendly reminder…

Don't be a hero.

We hear a police siren, Peggy's dead.

-I-Is she okay? Can I talk to her?
-Just hurry up.

Please let me just talk to--
He-- Let me-- Hello?

[man] Back seat.

-Let her go. You said you would.
-Pleasure doing business with you.

Thanks for the car, Harold.

Come here, Peggy.

[guard] Harold!

-Everything alright?
-Paul, I'm okay. No problem.

Get out of the car!

-Go!
-Both of you! Do it!

Okay!

Happy Halloween, man. Just relax.

-[grunting]
-[gunshots]

-Vic! What did you do?
-No choice. Him or me.

We could've just driven off!
Get in the car!

I didn't see anything.
I didn't see your face.

-I'm not done here, okay?
-Neither did Peggy.

I'm not done.

No!

-[gunshot]
-Ah!

[Peggy yelping]

["It's a Jungle Out There"
by Randy Newman playing]

♪ 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 amazing ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Mr. Monk, are you okay?
Everybody's waiting.

It's over there.

What?

Dog, you know…

Dog… doo.

Did you step in it?

If I stepped in it,
I'd be in that ambulance right now

on my way to the emergency room,
wouldn't I?

Praying for the sweet release
that only death can bring.

So, Monk, what do you think?
Who are we looking for?

Uh, I'd say it's a terrier.
A Yorkie, maybe a Chihuahua.

Probably miles away by now.
We'll never catch him.

He can't concentrate because of the…

Because of the what?

[whispers] The dog poo.

Lieutenant?

Clean that up for me, would you?

Thanks.

Sergeant? [exhales]

Yes, sir?

Clean that up.

No, don't.

-Sir, you can't park there.
-Ah, it's alright. It's okay.

I'm a detective.

I'm a detective. One second. Here we go.

Here we, um… Hold that. I got it.

I usually keep it right…

Um… Oh, I got it. Here we go.

Marty Eels, Private Investigator.

I'm here to save your butts. Captain!

-Captain Stottlemeyer!
-Oh, hell.

Who's that?

Marty Eels. He's a private investigator.

Nickel and dime stuff.
Divorces, insurance fraud.

-He's a professional pain in the ass.
-Hey.

-Hey.
-Hey, Captain, you're looking great!

You're losing weight
or your shirts are getting bigger.

Marty. I heard the D.A.
pulled your license.

No, no, that was just
a temporary suspension.

No, no, no. No, no.
That was just a little misunderstanding.

A misunderstanding?

Well, that's all ancient history
anyway, so…

I was just riding around
in the neighborhood.

And I heard a call go out
on the police scanner--

Look, Marty, I'm busy.

Yeah, that's why I thought
I'd come down here and lend a hand.

So what do we got?
The jewelry store was robbed.

Well, that's obvious.

We got a dead Rent-A-Cop
and a missing store manager.

So, let me guess,
you're thinking the store manager--

-Yeah, something like that.
-So let me look around, huh?

I mean, an extra pair of eyes can't hurt.
And who knows?

I could see something
you guys are missing.

We're not missing anything, Mr. Eels.

We've got a CSI team here.

And, uh, see that man over there?

That's Adrian Monk.
I think we're in pretty good hands.

Captain, Monk says
I can't just throw this away.

I gotta take it, like,
a mile away and bury it.

Could I see that?

Yeah.

You can't throw this away.
This-- this is evidence.

-[Disher clears throat]
-This is fresh.

Mmph. I'd say this…
this is less than 90 minutes old.

-Marty--
-No-- But isn't that when you said

all this was probably going down?

The dog could've belonged to the victim

or to one of the perps.

[scoffs] I think this is important.
Monk was gonna throw this away.

Um…

You know, he might be right.

Let's, um, book that into evidence.

-Yes, sir.
-Captain, look.

Did that store manager live in Oakland?

Yeah, how'd you know that?

That's his dog.

That's from Oakland.

You can see the blue license
on its collar.

What, you can see that from here?

[scoffs] A little something I call
"attention to detail." But…

[laughs, clears throat]

Go get the dog.

Adrian Monk, Natalie Teeger,

this is Marty Eels.
He's a private investigator.

Hey, how you doin'? How you doin'?
I hear good things. Good things.

Don't worry. I'm not competition.
I'm just here to help.

Can I have one of those?

So… what have we got?

Captain, I don't think
the manager did this.

For one thing, he didn't lock

-the door behind him.
-Mm-hmm.

Plus, I notice some more blood
by the curb.

I think there was a second shooting.

Yeah, he could be right. Very good.
Nicely done. Nicely done.

-Thanks, sweetheart.
-Captain! [pants]

He's right.
I think he belongs to the store manager.

"Harold Gumbal. Geary St., Oakland."

Huh.

You know, if the manager
was robbing his own store,

he wouldn't bring his dog along.
Or leave him behind.

No, the manager is not the guy.

No, that's right.
The manager is not the guy.

-Here's what happ--
-Here's what happened.

This dog was a hostage.

The manager was being forced
to rob his store.

Something went wrong,
and they shot the guard.

Excuse me.

What the hell is he doing?

-[Marty grunts]
-Captain…

Well, he did spot the dog's license
from a block away.

[Marty] Okay.

They drove off in Gumbal's car.
They headed south.

They're gonna dump it as soon as they can.

-We're already checking the airport.
-That's a waste of time.

They would never go there.
There's too much security.

-Try the train station.
-Train station.

[Marty] Yeah. Try, um, San Bruno…

or Millbrae.

They probably panicked
when they shot the guard.

Maybe they dropped the gun

or some bloody clothes somewhere nearby.

-[Peggy whimpering]
-[sniffing]

What-- what are you doing there? What--

This dog has been sniffing
around a sewer recently.

See these sewer grates around here?

The perps might have stuffed
something down in there

and maybe this dog saw them do it.

You gotta be kidding. He's--
He's kidding, right? He's joking.

The man is joking.

It'll just take two minutes to check it.

[Stottlemeyer] Officer!
Take a look in that sewer grate.

Captain.

From smelling a dog. That's impossible.

Captain!

They were stuffed down the drain
just like he said.

[Marty] No.

No, Mom. I wasn't on the news.

'Cause there were no reporters there yet.

-[gate buzzes]
-Mm-hmm.

I found a lot of clues.
I found three or four big clues. You--

Cap-- Captain was very impressed with me.
Wait. He just walked in.

One sec. He'll tell you. One second.

Captain, it's my mother.

Tell her-- tell her how good I was
on the crime scene.

Uh, Mrs. Eels?

Hi. Uh, yeah. Marty did great.
You'd be very proud of him.

He's a first-rate detective.

I look forward to meeting you too, ma'am.

Okay, bye-bye.

-Uh, what were those beeps?
-Oh, uh, she was-- she was at work.

She works for Pacific Global Airlines.

She's a--
She's a quality control operator.

Come on. Come.
Come on in. Sit down. Sit down.

Here. Natalie, come, come sit down.
Come sit down.

Make yourself at home. Monk, sit.

-Sit anywhere.
-Oh, that's okay. I'm not fine.

-Did he just say he's not fine?
-Yeah.

So, Captain, am I on the case or what?

First, I have to ask you
a couple questions.

Yeah, yeah.

Where were you yesterday morning at 8:00?

-You mean, when the robbery was happening?
-Yeah.

You guys think I had something
to do with that?

Why? Because you can't keep up
with me on a crime scene?

-[laughs]
-[Stottlemeyer] Where were you, Marty?

I was at the hospital.

St. Andrew's.

They thought I had a concussion.

What happened?

Well… [chuckles]

That's kind of embarrassing. I, um…

I got hit very hard by a client.

Hit me very hard.

Yeah. Um…

I was, um, supposed to follow his wife
and take pictures.

Whoa. She was cheating on him.

No. No. That-- That-- That's him.
That's my client.

You burst in and took a picture of a man
in bed with his own wife?

Yes, I did. I made a mistake. I'm human.

So the bottom line is,
I was at the hospital

when the jewelry thing was happening.

-You can call them.
-We will.

Why's it so hard for you guys to believe
that I'm just this good?

Because, Marty, you were never
this good before.

In fact, you sorta sucked.

Well, I-I-I've been teaching myself.
I've been-- I've learned how to focus.

And that's really the secret. Focus.

Right, Monk?
Am I right about the focus thing?

Bay Area Center Continuing Education.
Is that a correspondence school?

-It's fully accredited.
-Mmm.

-What school did you go to?
-Berkeley.

That's a good school.

I believe they're fully accredited too.

Yeah. Yeah, they're fully accredited.

So, Captain, am I on the case or what?

I mean, put me in, Coach.

I-I found the--
I found the ski masks, didn't I?

Look, Marty,

even if I wanted to,
I just don't have the budget

to hire two consultants.

I-I-I tell you--
I tell you what. I tell you what.

You don't have to pay me dime one
unless I get some results.

So th-th-this costs you nothing.

-[chuckles]
-Captain, could I…

You can't hire this guy.

-He did find the ski masks.
-By smelling a dog.

-It's not possible.
-Look, Monk,

sometimes when you're picking up clues,
it seems like magic to me.

I don't know how you do it.

Maybe he's doing something
that you don't understand.

-[cell phone rings]
-I think he's cheating. He's a cheater.

-[cell phone beeps]
-Yes, sir.

-This isn't the fourth grade, Monk.
-He's cheating.

-How?
-How?

-I don't know.
-[cell phone beeps]

We just found the store manager's car.
Guess where it was.

Near a train station?

In San Bruno. Outstanding.

You called it, Marty.

Let's go check it out.
Marty, come here. You ride with me.

-Mmm.
-Alright, let's go.

-It's all right.
-Yeah.

He's cheating.

[indistinct chatter]

'Scuse me. 'Scuse me, I'm--

-Go ahead.
-No, no. After you.

Please.

[sighs]

Pretty weird, huh?

Maybe we should send one of them home.

Yeah, but which one?

[woman] Marty Eels.

E-E-L-S. Like the fish.

He's always wanted to be a detective.

He used to stay up late
reading Hardy Boys stories

under the cover. [chuckles]

So your son is helping Adrian Monk?

Who's helping who? That's the question.

I love that. Love the, uh,
the thing you do with your hands.

-It's very old school.
-Thank you.

[Marty grunts, exhales]

What-- what are you doing?

Mud.

You can tell where the car has been.

[Monk] From tasting it?

He's tasting the mud.

-Does that work?
-No! It's just nuts.

-Captain, how tall was the store manager?
-Uh…

Uh, five-ten
according to his driver's license.

Hmm.

Somebody else was driving this car
because that--

that chair has been adjusted
for somebody five-eleven.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

It's impossible to know that.

Seat adjustments are not that exact.

[whispering]
Should I write down five-eleven?

Uh…

I don't know. Yes.

In pencil.

Well… [clears throat] Here we go. Ahem.

This map was, uh, used recently.

That means that the, uh,
the driver was not familiar

-with this particular area.
-I-I-I had that one.

You didn't say anything.

I was waiting my turn.

I had that one. Captain…

He's cheating. He's a cheater. I…

He saw me looking.

And…

this car was driven on Highway 47.

And how do you happen to know that?

It's all in the details, Captain.

See the, um, dead bugs on the windshield.

This…

is a gray bantam wing mosquito.

Which are most common where?

Anybody?

Walter Creek Reservoir.

-[snaps finger]
-In Livingston.

-Highway 47. That's fantastic.
-[chuckling]

"Bantam wing mosquitoes."

Gentlemen, let's pop the trunk. Monk.

This blood is still fresh.

Yes, it is. Good for you.

Write that down. One for Monk.
[chuckles, inhales]

Alright, Gumbal was dragged
out of the car.

And into these woods.

Okey-doke. Here we go.

[Monk exhales sharply]

[indistinct chatter]

These leaves were recently crushed.

I'm one-sixteenth Cherokee.

Cool. I thought he might be.

-Now what's he doing?
-I can't look.

Oh, he's using a divining rod.

The Indians used to use them.
He's one-sixteenth Cherokee.

Ooh, that's my boy.
Can everybody see okay?

Take lots of pictures. Film is cheap.

[camera shutter clicking]

[Marty grunts]

I think I found the store manager.

[clamoring]

[Stottlemeyer] Stay back! Stay back!
Get outta here!

[Disher] Go, go, go. Back off, back off.
Get these guys outta here.

-[officer] Get back.
-[Stottlemeyer] He was shot in the chest.

Call the coroner's office.
Get the crime scene guys up here.

Give me a 20-foot perimeter now!

Alright, let's go. You heard the man!
Take ten steps back! Let's go, let's go!

Get these things outta here.
Baker, come on, move these guys down!

-That's interesting.
-What?

You don't see that?

Look at his arms.

That is an unnatural position.

What? "Unnatural"?

I think he was trying
to tell us something.

With his dying breath,

he was trying to send us a message.

[sarcastically] "With his dying breath."

He was trying to tell us
the name of the man who killed him.

Look. See, he's pointing…

-to his watch.
-No, he's not.

Captain, are there any perps
who do a job like this

by the name of Casio?

Casio?

-Lefty?
-Captain.

Dial?

Eddie Dial.

He just did seven years in Folsom
for kidnapping and bank robbery.

He just made parole.

-Well, let's check him out.
-Yes, sir.

Baker!

Johnson!

Mom, have you seen my camera?

Uh-uh. Did you check your jacket?
What about your pockets?

Yes. I looked everywhere.

Well, I haven't seen it, honey.

Why don't you ask Mr. Monk to help you?

Please, Mr. Monk, it has all
my pictures in it from my school trip.

I was the official photographer.

If I lose it, I'm gonna get an incomplete.

When did you see it last?

I saw it yesterday in the living room.

That plant has been moved recently.

That's right. How did you know?

Well, normally, they lean toward the sun.

This one is leaning the other way.

Hello.

Oh, Mr. Monk, thank you so much.
You're the best. Isn't he the best?

There's no one better.
You really are amazing.

[Monk] Oh. Wait.

When did you water this?

Oh, uh, this morning.

Well, the camera could not have been
back there this morning.

It would have gotten wet.

Thanks for trying, Julie.

My mom put me up to this.

Mr. Monk, you really are amazing.

You're probably the best in the world.

[cell phone rings]

And you're right about
this Marty character. He's cheating.

-I don't know.
-He is. Hello?

Yes, sir.

Really?

Okay, okay. We're on our way.

They just caught one of the killers.
They're questioning him now.

Julie, we'll be back soon, honey.

Natalie.

It's not Eddie Dial. Is it?

Yeah.

We found the manager's wallet
in your motel room, Eddie.

It's over.

We own you.

Look, man, I didn't hurt anybody. Okay?

I didn't even have a gun.

Well, two people are dead, Edward.

Who did the shooting?

I'm willing to bet you it was that guy.

Blanchard, Victor P.

The two of you were seen together
last weekend.

-Where is he, Eddie?
-I don't know.

-[sighs]
-Captain, may I?

[clears throat]

Where's your--
where's your partner, Eddie?

I don't know.

Hmm, he's telling the truth.
He doesn't know.

-Do you have a map?
-He's like a human lie detector.

-Oh, I can't believe it.
-I can't believe it either.

-Well, he's doing it.
-Well, I still don't believe it.

What you see happening in the next room,

it's impossible.

It's just…

What? What is this?

Stuff we found in Eddie's motel room,

including a pair of tickets to Costa Rica.

-[Natalie] Did you guys find the jewels?
-No, not yet. Marty'll find them.

[Marty] Alright.

Now, then, Eddie,
where did you hide the jewels?

Was it… was it here?

No. Uh, was it here?

No.

Uh, how 'bout here?

Ah, getting warmer.

Did you hide them here, Eddie?

Ah, yes. They're in the state park.

Get outta here.

[Stottlemeyer] I know this area.
There's a water tower right here.

Oh, oh…

Did you, uh, did you hide them
near the water tower, Eddie?

Hmm, bingo.

-Yes.
-Well…

[Monk groaning]

Call Dunlop in the Parks Department.
Tell him to meet us there

-and tell him to bring some shovels.
-Sir.

I don't know how the hell
I'm gonna write this up.

-Marty.
-Oh, Mr. Monk.

Alright, why don't you guys go ahead?
I'll meet you there.

This is Disher.
Get me two black and whites

down the state park right now.

-He's cheating!
-What, Monk? How is he cheating?

-He--
-We've got a suspect who just confessed.

He found the car. He found the body.

-He is solving this case single-handedly.
-By cheating!

[exhales]

-Natalie, what do you think?
-I believe my boss.

[sighs] Anyway, we better go.

-Should we take one car or two cars?
-Monk.

Why don't you stay here?

We're gonna let Marty take this one.

Whoa, whoa, wait, wait. You're firing him?

No. No.

Um, it's just that Marty
seems to be in a zone.

He's got a handle on this one.

You get the next one, okay?

I'll call you. I gotta go.

[sharp exhale]

[Dr. Kroger] So they found the jewels?

They were right
where Marty said they'd be.

Of course.

And what, then they asked you
to step aside?

They said Marty was on a roll.

I guess they didn't want me
to cramp his style.

Well, Adrian, I'm sure
that this is all just temporary.

Maybe he really is better than me.

Yeah, well, would that be so terrible?

I mean, if you weren't number one?

An ex-cop I know

teaches criminal justice
at Fulton College.

He offered me a job last year.

Maybe I'll give him a call.

Alright, so you're just giving up.

-Okay.
-No, no, Adrian,

I'm not suggesting that you just give up.

I'm saying to you that
there is always someone ahead of you.

This is the human condition.

For instance, there's a new psychiatrist
here in town, name of Lowenstern.

Now, I know that there is no way

that I will ever be as--
well, as good as he is.

I know this. I accept it.

He's better than you?

He's brilliant.
Nominated for a Nobel Prize.

But, the point is, you think
that you might enjoy teaching.

I don't know.
Tell me more about this Lowenstern.

Lowenstern. I could introduce you.
Office is right across the street.

He charges $400 an hour.

So where were we?

Okay.

Oh! Good morning, boss.

They were out of the round sponges.

Don't panic, I'll pick some up
on the way home.

Don't worry about the groceries.

You're driving me to Fulton College.
I have an appointment.

-You mean now?
-11:00. I'm meeting the Dean.

You're just gonna quit. Just like that.

I think I would make a very good teacher.

Oh, Mr. Monk,
you'd make a terrible teacher.

It would take you four weeks
to correct one paper.

You're a detective.
You're a great detective.

Are you gonna drive me or not?

No. No, I am not.

Your feelings are hurt
and you're just not thinking straight.

Fine. Fine, I'll take a taxi.

[chuckles] You're gonna take a taxi?

Do you know what people do in taxis?

Fine! Fine, I will drive myself.

I'll rent a car.

-[keypad beeping]
-See? I am dialing the number.

-I'm not bluffing.
-Do you even have a driver's license?

Yes, I have a license.

Okay, this is it.

This is the last digit.
I have dialed the number. It is ringing.

[automated voice]
Thank you for calling Cannon Rent-A-Car.

This call may be monitored
for quality purposes.

I am on hold.

Mr. Monk, Fulton College
is 100 miles away.

It is up the interstate.

-It's over a bridge.
-I know.

I have a blindfold for going over bridges.

But you'll be driving.

Good point. I think I can make it.

-I'll just sort of peek underneath.
-I'm not gonna let you drive!

You've never driven
over a bridge in your life!

What choice do I have?

[woman on phone]
Excuse me. Excuse me, sir?

Yes? My daughter goes to Fulton College.

You don't have to take the bridge.
You can take the causeway all the way up.

-[scoffs]
-You could hear us?

Yes, sir. I'm a quality control operator.

I'm monitoring the call.

I-I was on hold.

Yes, sir. We start listening
as soon as you're connected.

You wouldn't believe
the things I hear. [chuckles]

People fooling around, people arguing.

I could write a book about it.

You could hear me

while I was on hold.

That's right.

[dance rock music plays]

[camera shutter clicking]

Hey, Monk! What a nice surprise.

This guy's from San Francisco Magazine.

I'm one of the ten most eligible bachelors
in the city. Can you believe it?

-[chuckles]
-Marty, we need to talk.

Not a good time, Nat.

Did you just call me Nat?

Hey! Hey, get one with me and Monk.

-No.
-Here. No, no, no. This is good.

It's like a summit of great minds.

Philip Marlowe meets Sherlock Holmes.

It's about your mother.

A little something she might have
overheard while at work.

The music's too loud. I can't hear.
Take-- take a five.

Take a five.

[music stops]

[Natalie] We know how you did it, Marty.

We figured it out.

How I did what?

Didn't your mother ever tell you
that cheaters never win?

Actually, it was your mother's idea.

She works for Pacific Global Airlines,
doesn't she,

in the quality control department?

Yeah, so?

[automated voice] This call
may be monitored for quality purposes.

[Monk] Here's what happened.

After the murderers, Blanchard and Dial
went back to their motel room,

counted their jewels,

and then they called the airlines
to buy plane tickets to Costa Rica.

They were put on hold.

What they didn't know was that your mother

was already on the line
monitoring their call.

They must have been on hold
for quite a while,

because they talked about everything.

Who they killed,
where they dumped the car.

Even where they hid the masks.

[Natalie] But she didn't call the police.
She called you.

And told you everything you needed to know
to solve the case.

Or at least pretend to solve it.

You're a very smart man.

-[Natalie] Yeah, he's the real thing.
-Yeah.

Of course, you realize you have no proof
for any of this.

Don't airlines record phone conversations?

-Yes, Nat, I believe they do.
-Yeah.

Yes, they certainly do.

But those conversations have a way
of being accidentally erased.

So it's really your word against mine.

And who do you think
everyone's gonna believe?

The amazing Marty Eels or, uh…

[pops]

…yesterday's news?

[phone ringing]

Pfft!

Phone's been ringing off the hook.
Cases, cases, cases. [chuckles]

Would you mind?

[phone ringing]

[Monk groans]

-[phone rings]
-[sighs]

Hey, Eels Investigations.

[man] Hey, Marty,
I got a proposition for you.

-Who's this?
-My name's Vic. We never met.

I think you know my partner,
though, Eddie Dial.

In fact, you and your friends
arrested him yesterday.

How did you get this number?
This is my private line.

It's the first number
on your mother's speed dial.

-My mother?
-Did you really think

you could screw with me
and get away with it?

-Where is she?
-I just left her. She's fine.

For now.

If you wanna see her again,
listen carefully.

The jewels belong to me.

-I want them back.
-The jewels?

Bring them to the Dunn Street bus terminal

by 8:00.

Put them in locker 240 on the upper level.

-I got a spare key.
-Wait a minute!

I-I can't get to the jewels.
They're-- they're locked up.

-They're in evidence.
-You can do it, Marty.

I've been reading all about you.
You're the flavor of the month.

Just tell them
you wanna examine the evidence.

Tell you wanna use it to set a trap.

I don't care what you tell them, okay?
Just get 'em back.

Oh, and Marty.

-What?
-No cops. Come alone.

Remember, if anything happens to me,

your mother's dead by 8:20.

Mr. Monk! Mr. Monk! Wait!

-Wait, Mr. Monk!
-[car horn honks]

Mr. Monk, wait! Wait! Wait!

It's Vic Blanchard. He just called.
He's got my mother.

-My God. I'll call the captain.
-No, no! No, no cops.

He said no cops or he'd kill her.

Mr. Monk, please, you gotta help me.

You were right!
I don't know what I'm doing! I don't.

Come on. Let's go.

Alright, let's just go over this
one more time.

Can you think of anything else
he might've said on the phone?

-[exclaims] No cops!
-[groans]

He said if he even smells a cop,
she's dead!

Marty, for the tenth time,
no one's calling the cops.

She's right. Marty, look.
We know where he's gonna be at 8:00.

If we can find your mother
before that time,

-then the cops can pick him up then.
-I know, I know.

Ah! Natalie--

-I got it. I'm on it!
-It's all over--

-[Marty groans]
-Marty,

can you just please
sit on the couch, alright?

You're making Mr. Monk very nervous.

Alright, one more time.

The kidnapper said
he just left her, right?

So she can't be too far
from where he made that phone call.

Do you remember anything else
about the phone call?

L-like what?

Like what? Like anything!
Noises in the background.

-I don't know!
-He doesn't know.

This wasn't even my idea.
My mother made me do this.

She forced me into it.

She said it was the only way
a loser like me

was ever gonna be able
to solve a real crime.

-She sounds delightful.
-Hey, that's my mother.

Where do you get off talking
about somebody else's mother?

-What's wrong with you?
-Okay, Marty!

Marty, Marty, concentrate.

Can you please just try to think.

You must have heard something.

Yeah, uh…

An ocean. I think he was near an ocean.

-There you go.
-And there was, um,

a ringing like, like a clang.

Clang.

With a sound before it. Um…

It's like a thud. Clang.

Thud! Clang!

Okay, gimme a minute.

-Thud! Clang!
-Yeah, Marty, I got it. Thud, clang.

Lemme think.

[thuds, clangs]

-Thud, clang!
-[Monk] Okay.

-Oh, my God, she's here, she's here.
-Okay, Marty.

-She's here. Mom! Mom!
-Stop. No, Marty, don't--

-Mom!
-Don't get separated!

You stay with the group!

Marty, I want you to focus.

Can you focus?

Alright, the caller said
that she would be dead

by-by-by 8:20, was it?

Why 8:20? Why not 8:00 or 8:30?

8:20.

-Think!
-I'm thinking.

-Well, think harder.
-Why don't you think?

Hey, I'm not the great
big famous detective.

-Well, you were two hours ago.
-Natalie!

What?

-8:20.
-What's 8:20?

High tide.

Mom! Mom! Mom!

That's gotta be it.

-Go, Marty, go!
-Mom! Mom! Mom!

[Monk] I'll wait out here!

I got your back!

[Marty] Mom!

Mom!

[grunts] Mom! Mom!

-[Mrs. Eels] Help!
-We're trying, Mrs. Eels!

[both grunting]

[Natalie] Push!

-[grunting]
-[muffled cries]

-Mom! Mom!
-Oh, my God! Hurry!

[grunting]

[Natalie] Marty, untie her!
You gotta untie her!

Oh! Alright!

Hurry! Hurry!

Hold on, Mrs. Eels.

[shouting and grunting]

Okay, Marty, you gotta hurry!

Hurry, Marty!

-[grunting]
-Hurry!

[Mrs. Eels coughing]

[panting]

Blanchard! Hands up.

Police officers!

Blanchard, you're under arrest

for the murder of Harold Gumbal.

-Come on, come on.
-Let's go.

[thuds, clangs]

Great, thank you.

They got him. It's over.

That's good.

Mrs. Eels, you're probably
gonna have to testify

about that phone call you overheard.

You told him.

I didn't tell him.

He figured it out.

He's a real detective.

Actually, he…

found you.

We had no idea where you were.

He put all the clues together.

[thuds, clangs]

He, um…

It really was one--
some of the most unique detective work

-I've ever seen.
-[Natalie] Just an incredible detective.

-I mean, his detecting is like…
-What?

-He doesn't need anyone's help, Mrs. Eels.
-No. No one's help.

Really?

W-When the kidnapper called,
they both panicked.

I-I-I'm prone to panicking.

And I had to say, "Let's get focused!
Because my mother's in trouble."

And-- And that got everybody focused.

But-- But then I had to--
I had to concentrate

on sounds from the background.
I could hear the ocean.

And-- And I heard a clang and a thud.

-A thud and a clang.
-And a thud and a clang.

And-- And-- And 8:20…

That's what struck me, 'cause I thought,
why not 8:00? Why not 8:30?

And then I remembered,
high tide is at 8:20.

Once I-- Once I had that piece,
then it all fell together.

Oh, Marty. Marty, you're wonderful.

I'd like to thank, uh,
the police department,

particularly Captain Stottlemeyer

and, uh, Adrian Monk.

This was a very difficult case for me.

Uh, last night, I-I made a decision, uh…

It's the toughest decision of my career,

but I am going to, um, resign my practice,

and, uh, take a teaching position

at Fulton Community College,
uh, where I'll be teaching

modern criminal investigative techniques.

[crowd applauds]

You were right about him, weren't you?

He was cheating.

-[man] Over here, Mr. Eels.
-[camera shutters clicking]

[thud]

Sorry. Dropped the key. [chuckles]

He was cheating.

[camera shutter clicking]

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