All language subtitles for Monk_S06E07_Mr. Monk and the Daredevil.English (CC)

[light music playing]

He's late.

He's always running late,
Mr. Monk. Just relax.

If I could relax,
I wouldn't be here, would I?

It's Harold Krenshaw.
He's in there right now.

He knows I'm waiting. He knows it.

-Oh, they're never gonna catch him.
-Who?

The Frisco Fly.

This is him on the Golden Gate Bridge.

This is him three weeks ago
climbing Coit Tower.

The police always get there too late.
He's like a real-life superhero.

-[Monk] Mm-hmm.
-I wonder if he's single.

I wonder if he needs an assistant.

Mr. Monk, what are you doing?

Shh!

[whispers] He's crying.

You can't listen in.
What if somebody listened to you?

They wouldn't hear me crying… very often.

Adrian.

11:02, Harold.

Sorry. I guess we lost track of the time.

-I heard you crying.
-I was not crying.

I heard you, Harold, through the wall.

We were laughing, you idiot.

We were laughing.

I told him a joke,
and we both just started laughing.

[chuckles] He doesn't laugh.

Yes, he does. He doesn't laugh with you.

-Go to hell, Harold.
-You go to hell.

The only reason
I would even consider going to hell

would be to visit you.

You are really a sad, sad man.

I don't know why Dr. Kroger even bothers.

[Imitates baby crying]

I wasn't crying. I wasn't crying.

Natalie.

-Bye, Harold.
-Bye.

[door closes]

So, how was your session?

Mr. Monk?

[Monk sighs]

[gasps] Natalie! I just got it!

-Got what?
-What I should have said to Harold!

Oh, my God. A zinger!
It's what they call a "comeback."

Mr. Monk, I don't think it really matters.

No, no, no, no.
Just listen. Listen to this.

Listen to this.

I said Dr. Kroger doesn't laugh.

He said, "He doesn't laugh with you."

What I should have said is,

"Maybe he's laughing at you, Harold."

"At you." Get it? "At you." Get it?

-"At you."
-Yeah, I got it.

It would have destroyed him!

He'd be boxed in. He'd be boxed in.

There's no possible response. "At you."

-Let's call him.
-Call him?

Yeah. No.

No, you're right.
You're right, you're right.

We'll go to his house.
We'll do it in person.

But we have to hurry,
before he forgets what he said.

No, Mr. Monk.
I don't think that's a good idea.

Please, Natalie. I have so little.

No, forget it. I am not driving downtown
so you can zing Harold Krenshaw.

Why don't you just mail it to him?

It's not the same.

[boy] Hey, Dad, look. It's him!

It's the Frisco Fly!

[man] I can't believe it.
It's actually him.

Wow, he's awesome.

Is he okay?

[father] Yeah, he's fine.

It's all part of the show.

Aah!

Come on.

[dramatic music playing]

He's moving! He's alive! Call 911!

I already did. They're on their way.

The awning must've broken his fall.
Be careful with him. Easy, easy.

Hang on, fella. You're gonna be okay.

[soft music playing]

["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 ♪

-[Stottlemeyer] Where's Natalie?
-[Monk] In the car.

She's talking to Julie.

One body?

Yep. Driver.
He was still behind the wheel, buckled in.

-Who was he?
-Don't know.

The killer doesn't want us to know.

Whoever did this stuck around

and removed every bit of ID,

filed the VIN numbers off of the car.

All we got's a gas can and a flashlight.
No fingerprints.

[Disher] Yeah, Dr. G figured, uh,

it happened about four days ago.

No, it was longer. At least a week.

The grass is already
starting to grow back.

It wasn't me. It was Dr. G.

Cause of death?

[Disher] Vehicular homicide.

Dr. G says, uh, the victim
was forced off the road.

I don't think so.
There's no dents on the side or the rear.

I think this was an accident.

Look, I think this poor guy
hit a deer. Look.

A little piece of antler.

Mm-hmm.

Plus, the headlights were off,

so this must have happened during the day.

But the guy burned the car later.

He needed the flashlight.

-Guess Dr. G's 0 for 2.
-[Stottlemeyer] No. This doesn't track.

The guy hits a deer, runs off the road,

crashes into a rock, dead on impact.

A few hours go by, maybe a day,

somebody comes along, a stranger,

files the VIN number off the engine,

which would've taken a few hours,
then torches the car and the body.

-Why?
-Why, indeed. Is that poison ivy?

[Disher] No.

-Oh, thank God.
-It's poison oak.

[Natalie] Guys, you're not gonna believe
what I just heard on the radio.

I've got some weird news,
and some really weird news

and some really,
really, really weird news.

-What do you want first?
-Uh, I guess the weird news.

Okay, you know
the Frisco Fly, the daredevil?

He was just climbing
Telegraph Tower and he fell off.

Hmm.

And what's the really weird news?

He's okay. It's a miracle.

He hit a flagpole and two awnings
on the way down.

What's the really, really, really…

What's the last one?

It's Harold Krenshaw.

He's the Frisco Fly!

[laughs]

[laughter]

What?

It doesn't make any sense.

Harold Krenshaw
is more afraid of heights than I am.

He's more afraid of everything.

-Well, apparently he got over it.
-How? How did he do it?

-I don't know.
-How did he do it?

-I don't know.
-Okay. But how did he do it?

I don't know.

-Harold Krenshaw.
-Friend or family?

Neither. We have the same therapist.

They're very good friends.
They just don't like to admit it.

Room 312.

Oh, do me a favor.

Tell him Sylvia said
thank you for the autograph.

My nieces loved it.

My family can't believe
I actually met the Frisco Fly.

I can't believe it.

-How is he doing?
-Oh, much better.

I was here when they brought him in.

At first, he kept denying
he was the Frisco Fly.

Really?

Yeah. Modest and brave.

If I wasn't married…

[camera shutter clicks]

Look at me. I'm a hero sandwich!

[laughter]

You were telling us about the accident.

The last thing I remember,

I was almost at the top,
which we call the summit,

and I lost my footing.

I must've slipped.

You had a parachute. Why didn't you…

It happened so quick. I wasn't thinking.

Next time, I'll know better.

So there will be a next time?

I'd better not say.
Are there any cops in here?

[laughter]

[Clarissa] Oh, honey, look at this.
It's from Evel Knievel.

I-I-I-I still can't find my glasses.

Okay, I'll read it.

It says "Harold, you are the man."

"P.S. Next time,
check your damn parachute."

[laughter]

Evel. What a character.

[laughs]

Jimmy, how do you feel?
Are you proud of your dad?

I am now.

I used to be kind of embarrassed.

I could hear him downstairs,
crying and cursing all night.

But now I know what he was really doing.

Planning his next big stunt.

I love you, Dad.

I love you too.

Oh, Harold, your cousin Joey's here.

Harry. How are you feeling, cuz?

Fine.

Uncle Ronnie couldn't make it.
He's not doing too well.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Who's Uncle Ronnie?

Last of the original Krenshaws.
Owns a dude ranch in Nevada.

About a thousand acres.

Me and Harry used to go down every summer.

-Yeah.
-What was Harold like as a kid?

[laughs] This guy?

He was indestructible, and that's a fact.

Me and Uncle Ronnie
used to throw him off the roof,

then down the stairs, then off the dock.

-Remember?
-Yeah.

Yeah, me and Uncle Ronnie
was just goofing off,

but for Harold, I guess it was practice!

[laughter]

Okay, that's it, folks. Everyone out.

Gotta change those bandages.
You can come back after dinner.

[low chatter]

[soft music playing]

Adrian?

I knew you'd come.

Can I talk to him? It'll just be a minute.

Oh, I can't say no to the Frisco Fly.

Two minutes.

I'll be right outside.

Bye, Harold.

[exhales]

So…

Frisco Fly, huh?

Mm-hmm.

You look surprised.

I am surprised.

Here's the thing I can't figure out.
You look surprised too.

It's killing you, isn't it?

How did you do it, Harold?

You've always been afraid of heights.

You got vertigo when Dr. Kroger
put in thicker carpet, remember?

I'm cured.

How?

It wasn't easy.

I'll be honest with you.

I don't think you can do it.

You don't have it in you.

It takes strength.

I'm not talking about physical strength,

although I've got plenty of that.

I'm talking about "it."

-"It"?
-Yeah.

The right stuff. Strength of character.

I have it.

Neil Armstrong has it.

Rocky has it.

-Rocky was just a movie, Harold.
-Excuse me.

I'm a little confused.

I just fell off Telegraph Tower.
How was your day?

Here's what I do know.
You don't have it, and you never, ever,

ever, ever, ever, ever will!

Mr. Monk.

Mr. Monk.

It couldn't be him.

He fell off a building.
There were 50 witnesses.

I know it was him. Of course it was him.

But it couldn't be him.

[Natalie] For the record, my crush
on the Frisco Fly is officially over.

[Monk] He's not the Frisco Fly.

He can't be. He can't be.

-No, thank you.
-No.

You know, Mr. Monk,

you and Harold have a lot in common.

I think that you could
actually be friends.

I don't think so.

The fact that I despise him
would always come between us.

[fan] Harold, Harold!

[yelling and cheering]

Frisco Fly! Frisco Fly! I love you!

Harold!

Mr. Fly!

That's not him. His room is up there.

You mean you've met him? What's he like?

I've seen his file.

He wet his bed till he was 34.

And he has to be hypnotized
to get his hair cut.

[man] Excuse me. You were up there?

Yeah, is he okay? 'Cause we heard
he broke, like, seven ribs.

Yeah. What he broke
was at least seven city ordinances.

The cops won't press charges.
They wouldn't dare.

-He's a real-life hero.
-He's a hero.

He is not a hero!
What is wrong with you people?

I mean, he fell, right?

A daredevil basically has one job--

not falling.

I mean, I could fall.

I bet I could fall
a hundred stories if I tried.

Why don't you, man?
In fact, I'd be glad to help.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?
-Now, don't hurt him.

Hey, ask yourself, what would Harold do?

Yeah, I hate to tell you this.

I've known Harold Krenshaw
for three and a half years,

and he is a lot of things,

but he is not the Frisco Fly.

Oh, yeah, man? Well, we were there.

We saw him fall,
so how do you explain that?

We saw him fall.

[grim music playing]

It's so quiet.

[Monk] It is quiet.

Which I prefer, actually.

Makes it easier
to hear the voices in my head,

screaming and pleading.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. How high are we?

Uh, 24 stories.

Yeah.

All right, so that's west,

which means he fell off
the roof over there.

It's not possible.

I just came up in the elevator,
and it nearly killed me.

You're telling me Harold Krenshaw
climbed up the side of this building?

Will you shut up?

Shut it!

Not-- not you.

Okay, but Mr. Monk,
everybody saw him fall off the roof.

Maybe not.

What if he had two costumes,

and he put one costume on a dummy,

hired someone to throw
the dummy off the roof?

Meanwhile, Krenshaw is down below hiding

in the other costume,
waiting to be discovered.

There. Mystery solved.

Will you stop interrupting?

I'm not gonna tell you again.

Okay, Mr. Monk,
Harold Krenshaw almost died.

He had a concussion and five broken ribs.

Are you saying that was self-inflicted?

Why would he do that?
Why would anybody do that?

-To get to me.
-You?

Wh-- so this is about you?

Not entirely.

It's mainly me.

-He's obsessed with me, Natalie.
-Okay. What happened to the dummy?

If somebody threw it off the roof,
where'd it go?

Okay, what about the real Frisco Fly?

He would have contacted the press by now.

Here's all I know.

Harold Krenshaw was never on this roof.

There is no way.

Eyeglasses. They look like Harold's.

-He said he lost his, remember?
-They couldn't be.

Oh, my God. They're engraved.

Look. "H. K."

Oh, my God.

It really was him.

Wait. Mr. Monk, this is good news.

This should inspire you.

If Harold Krenshaw can overcome his fears,

then you can too.

[groans, mutters]

Sure you can!
I'll help you. We'll do it together.

Okay, so we're just going
to take this really slow.

Mr. Monk?

Okay, now,

you're afraid of a lot of things.

-Three hundred and twelve.
-Right, three hundred and twelve.

But all we want to do today

is beat one of them.

Wouldn't that be great if we just
crossed one of those right off your list?

Okay, here are four things
that you're scared of,

but, um, don't worry,
you don't have to do all of them.

You can just pick one.

You can drink the milk,

or you could play the harmonica,

put the ladybug on your finger,
or you can climb the ladder.

-That's a big ladder.
-It's only four feet.

[mumbling] Harold Krenshaw did it…

-Excuse me?
-Is this how Harold Krenshaw did it?

Why, I don't know, Mr. Monk.

Bu-bu-but yeah, probably.
Something like this.

You know what?
Soon you'll be climbing skyscrapers!

[groans]

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. We're not even
gonna think about that right now.

We're just going to concentrate
on one thing, okay?

Uh, baby steps, okay? Little baby steps.

Here you go. Baby step.

Yeah, baby steps!

Which one?

[quirky, suspenseful music playing]

[groans]

Oh, wait, I forgot.

[blows notes]

Come on, come on, come on.
You can do it. You're doing great.

Uhh!

Is there a fifth thing?

No.

-[Julie] The ladybug.
-Good choice.

Okay. Put out your hand.

Come on.

-Yeah.
-[Natalie] There!

-Yes!
-Oh! Oh, my gosh!

-Yes, you're doing it. You're doing it.
-Oh, good job, Mr. Monk.

You got it! That's great, Mr. Monk.

I'm so proud of you!

-[Monk groans]
-[Julie clapping] Yeah! Yeah!

-Uhh!
-[Natalie] Oh.

A ladybug?

It was this big. You could barely see it.

But I was the one who was scared.

When he flew away,
I thought, that little insect…

Happier than me.

He's happier than I'll ever be.

Adrian, you know when you talk this way,
I get a little concerned.

How did he do it?

The man was a basket case, right?

We're talking about Harold Krenshaw?

Harold Krenshaw is climbing buildings.

Skyscrapers.

And he's parachuting!

Whatever it is you did for him,

why can't you do it for me?

I didn't do anything.

-Did you hypnotize him?
-No.

Some kind of special, new treatment?

Ten o'clock session? Is that it?

I-I-I-It's one hour earlier, so…

you're-you're-you're sharper,

you're-you're fresher.

Adrian, I'm really not comfortable

talking about other patients.

Oh. I'd hate to make you
feel uncomfortable.

We wouldn't want that.

I'm dying over here,
but… as long as you're comfortable.

You warm enough?

You thirsty?

[loudly] Can I get you some water?

[mutters] I'm sorry.

I understand how upset you are,

but the fact is that when I heard
that it was Harold up on the roof,

the Frisco Fly,
I was as surprised as anyone.

But whatever Harold did,

whatever he accomplished,
he did it on his own.

I'd like to take credit for it,
but it wasn't me.

So no matter how bad it got,

no matter how low I sank,

I could always say…

"At least I'm not Harold Krenshaw."

He was my northern star.

He was the only thing in the world
I could… really, really count on.

[melancholic music playing]

You know, you're unbuttoned.

Adrian, it's been a while
since we talked about medication,

but there are some new
antidepressants on the market.

Doesn't matter.

I give up.

Did you just say, "I give up"?

Captain, we got a hit.

A gas can by the burned-out car?

It was bought 15 days ago
at a hardware store,

G&G Hardware in Pacifica,
eight miles from the crash site.

And they don't remember who bought it.

And he paid with cash.

Of course. No security camera.
No picture. But…

-But?
-We can ID the car.

We got the VIN number.
It was on the radiator support bracket.

Guess our boy must have forgot that.

They always forget
the radiator support bracket.

Vehicle Identification

Universal Tracking Program.

Come on, come on, come on.

-Okay, shoot.
-Uh, first letter "T," as in tsunami.

-"Tsunami"?
-Silent "T."

What-- no, "T" as in "Tom."
Just say "Tom."

-What's the difference?
-It doesn't--

The "T" is silent.

It's not completely silent.

T-sunami.

All right, all right. Let's go.

Uh, second letter, "P" as in--

-"P" as in "Paul."
-No.

Too late. I typed it. "P."

Yeah, but the person
reading the letters gets to say the word.

-That's how we do it.
-That's how who does it?

Society. We live in a society.

Yes, we do, Randy.

Meanwhile, the P's been sitting
on my screen for ten minutes.

Fine. "P" for pan.

No. Panavision.

Tsunami, Panavision.

-The next letter, "L."
-"L."

-As in--
-Uh…

-No, we can come back to that one.
-No, we can't come back, Randy. We--

[phone rings]

Whoever this is,
thank you very much for calling.

When?

Is he okay?

We'll be right there.

[sighs]

-Come on.
-What?

Come on.

[suspenseful music playing]

Suicide watch.

[background chatter]

[speaking Japanese]

…Harold Krenshaw… [continues in Japanese]

-[crowd cheering]
-Harold! Harold!

[continues in Japanese] Harold Krenshaw!

-[crowd] Harold! Harold!
-Harold Krenshaw!

Harold! Harold!

[Stottlemeyer] I've never
actually seen him sleep before.

[Natalie] Sometimes I wonder
what he dreams about.

-Cleaning supplies.
-[chuckles]

No, I think he dreams
about a perfect world

with no surprises, no emotion.

Everything is clean and neat
and in groups of ten.

For anybody else,
that would be a nightmare.

[Natalie] Yeah. Oh, he's smiling.

Glad he's happy somewhere.

He's probably talking to Trudy.

Yep.

Hey, why don't you take off?

You have a life.

I can stick around.

Uh, Julie's with my folks. I can stay.

Well, I hope he enjoys it while he can.

'Cause when he wakes up,
it's back to reality.

Have you seen this?

The whole city's gone gaga
over Harold Krenshaw.

[groans]

Hey, how you feelin'?

"After years of thrilling the public
and eluding authorities,

the Frisco Fly's true identity…

mild-mannered loan officer
Harold Krenshaw,

school board member,
a real-life Spider-Man."

He's not Spider-Man.

Spider-Man goes around helping people.

-Yeah. You're Spider-Man.
-Where are my shoelaces?

Uh…

-Dr. Kroger thought that--
-[Monk] Yeah.

Okay, I get it.

-Where are you going?
-Bathroom.

Why?

-I'll go with you.
-I… don't think so.

No, let me go with you.

We promised Dr. Kroger
we wouldn't leave you alone.

I am not suicidal.

I just wish I was never born.
There's a difference.

Monk, I gotta go with you.

I won't look.

That doesn't mean anything.
I'm not gonna look either.

Okay.

You're gonna leave the door open.

Leave the door open? Have we met?

Monk, I am just looking out for you.

You're not going in there alone.

Then I'm not going.

[soft, quirky music playing]

Well, this is ridiculous.
You can't hold it in forever.

-I think I can.
-Then so can I.

My record is nine days.

Let's keep going
all the way to the ice machine.

That's the spirit.
That's the Frisco Fly spirit.

-Excuse me, Mr. Krenshaw.
-Yeah?

I'm Sara Hollins.

I teach kindergarten
at St. Mark's Elementary.

This is Evan, and this is Molly.

-Hello.
-Hi.

-Hello.
-The kids just adore you.

You're all they talk about.

We've been waiting downstairs all day.

They wanted to give you this.

It's a picture of you.

That's me, huh?

Well, I hope not.

-Look at the size of my head.
-I'm surprised you can stand up.

-[both laugh]
-[Harold] I know.

-And what is that?
-[Evan] The Golden Gate Bridge.

Really? What's keeping it up, magic?

Because I don't see any suspension cables.

-Joey, you got a pen?
-Yeah.

[Harold] What's the matter with you?

Okay.

[Sarah scoffs]

Now it's a bridge.

-It's basic physics.
-They're only six years old.

They're not gonna learn any younger.
That's what my Uncle Ronnie always says.

What's this, a bird?

-My God, it must be 20 feet long.
-Yeah.

It looks like Mothra.
Remember that old movie?

[squawks, hisses]

[squawks, hisses]

You're on the school board?

Yeah.

[cell phone rings]

-Hello.
-[man] Mr. Krenshaw?

-That's right.
-This is Dr. Levine, calling from Reno.

You wanted me to call if there was
a change in your uncle's condition.

I'm afraid it doesn't look good.

You might wanna think about
coming home to say good-bye.

How long does he have?

Five days, maybe a week.

I'm sorry, son.

Thank you, Doctor.

All right, kids, you got your notes.

I want you to go back to school
and try again.

-Oh.
-Hit it.

Bye-bye.

That was nice. Who was that?

Cousin, that was money calling.
Endorsement money.

You ever heard of Neptune Energy Bars?

-No.
-Well, they've heard of you.

They want to pay you ten grand
to be in their next commercial.

-Wow.
-Yeah. They're on a tight schedule.

They need to shoot tomorrow.
You think you're up for it?

Of course I'm up for it.
I'm the Frisco Fly, right?

Yeah.

I don't have to climb anything, do I?

[Disher] Thank you.

[cell phone rings]

Disher.

[dispatcher] Lieutenant, I checked
on the VIN number you gave us.

I've got a name for you.

Great. Hold on.

-Okay. Shoot.
-His name is Victor Grajna.

-"V" as in--
-[tires squeal]

Sorry. "V" as in what?

-"V" as in--
-[motorcycle roars past]

Sorry. I still can't hear you. "V" as in…

"V" as in what?
I know it's a "V," but "V" as in what?

If you know it's a "V,"
what does it matter?

Well, I just-- I'd still like to know.
"V" as in what?

-Why?
-Because that's how we do it.

-Why?
-Just-just say it. "V" as in what?

[cars roar past, honking]

That doesn't start with a "V."

-How you doing?
-I feel good.

Never better. How you doing?

I'm okay. Don't you worry about me.

You know, I'm pretty well acquainted
with all seven of the deadly sins,

and I'd have to say that envy

is the granddaddy sin.

That's the one that causes
all the real problems out there.

-What are you trying to say?
-I'm talking about you and Krenshaw.

You comparing yourself to him,
wanting what he has.

-What good is that doing you?
-[door slams]

Hey, we gotta go. I just talked to Randy.

-He wants to show us something.
-No, thank you.

Believe me, Mr. Monk,
you're gonna want to see this.

[upbeat music playing]

[Stottlemeyer] Randy?

The landlord let me in, so we're legal.

But, uh, don't touch anything.

Okay, I won't touch anything.

-Where'd you find this?
-Under the bed.

Check this out.

Look at this.

A parachute, bright yellow.

That's his trademark.

Whose trademark?

I think the guy who lived here
was the Frisco Fly.

The real Frisco Fly.

-Well, where is he?
-[Disher] He's dead.

Or at least I think he is.
Remember the burned-out car?

I tracked the VIN number.

This guy owned it.
I think he was our driver.

His name's, uh, Victor Grajna.

I checked with immigration.
Guess what he did back in Hungary?

Circus performer.

Acrobat.

What do you got?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Monk] Coit Tower…

Golden Gate Bridge…

Pacific Electric Building.

Reconnaissance photos.
Before he climbed them.

Wait a second.

If this guy Victor Grajna
was the real Frisco Fly,

what--

what was Harold Krenshaw
doing on that roof?

And how did he get into that costume?

-[Disher] You okay?
-Poison oak, that day in the woods.

Poison oak?

I didn't want to tell you.
It's not contagious.

This is…

This is wonderful.

I know what happened.

Harold Krenshaw isn't the Frisco Fly.
He was never the Frisco Fly.

Wait, it gets better.

Somebody is trying to kill him.

And shouldn't we do something about that?

Eh…

I'll call it in.
What's this guy's name again?

Uh… Grajna.

"G" as in "gnome,"
"R" as in "Randy Disher Project"…

Mr. Monk.

Your shoes are untied.

-Should we leave a note for Dr. Franklin?
-Negative.

The energy bar people
wanna keep this on the hush-hush.

-Why?
-Show business reasons.

Don't worry about it.

Uhh…

You okay?

Well, it's kinda tight.

-[elevator bell dings]
-You look great.

All right, let's go make some money.

Yeah.

Up?

Change of plans.

The energy bar people
want to shoot on the roof.

The roof?

Oh… mmm.

Oh, no. He's gone.

[Stottlemeyer] Excuse me.
SFPD. We're looking for the Frisco Fly.

-He's not the Frisco Fly.
-He was just here.

He was with his cousin.

His costume's gone.

Oh my God.

[panting]

Listen, Joey,
I-I-I gotta tell you something.

I-- You gotta promise not to tell anyone.

I'm not the Frisco Fly.

Oh. I gotta tell you something.

I know.

You two stay here.

Randy, get some back-up.
Call hospital security.

-We're locking down this building.
-This is Disher. We got a possible 312.

Subject could be wearing
a parachute and goggles.

What?

I don't think they'd go outside.

It's too risky. Harold's famous now.

He'd be recognized.

The roof.

The roof.

-Oh!
-Come on, buddy.

It's not as bad as it seems.

All right, daredevil.

Let's go wave to the people.

We need some witnesses. Do it!

[tense music playing]

-[woman] He's on the roof!
-[crowd cheering]

[chanting] Fly, Fly, Fly, Fly!

[Joey] Sorry about this, cuz.

Uncle Ronnie said he's gonna
leave everything to you and me.

As you remember,
I never was very good at sharing.

Oh, a little extra.

Last time,
I don't think I used quite enough.

Come on, Mr. Monk.

I can't. I can't.

All right, this won't hurt.

I promise.

Aah!

[grunting]

[grunting, smacking]

[Monk] Harold! The gun, Harold!

Grab the gun!

[pipe clatters]

[groaning]

Harold, are you okay?

Yeah.

I-I was just-- I--

I saw my fans down there.

I thought I would climb
down the building and say hello,

'cause the Frisco Fly
never disappoints his fans.

Yeah, forget about it, Harold.

Give it a rest, okay?

The show's over.

Here's what happened.

Your cousin Joey wanted you dead.

I can think of five or six reasons
off the top of my head.

[Harold] Money. We have a rich uncle.

He… he didn't want to share the estate.

[Monk] That's what I figured.
Two weeks ago, Joey's wish came true.

There was an accident.
He happened to see it as he drove past.

The driver's name was Victor Grajna.

He was a professional acrobat.

He was the real Frisco Fly.

For Joey, finding that costume
was like hitting the jackpot.

Two gallons of gasoline, one match,

and the real Frisco Fly was gone forever.

Then all Joey had to do
was wait for the right moment.

On Monday night, he made his move.

Where did it happen? Was it at your house?

[Harold] It was in a parking garage.

[Natalie] He dragged you up to the roof.

It must have taken him hours
to get that costume on.

[Monk] I have to admit,
it was a brilliant plan.

Everyone would think
the Frisco Fly slipped and fell.

It would have worked,
if you hadn't hit that awning.

[Natalie] I don't understand.

What did you think when you woke up
in that costume, 24 stories high?

[Harold screams]

[Harold] It was pretty confusing.

It was a very confusing few minutes.

It was probably the most confusing
two or three minutes of my life.

Why didn't you tell anyone?
Why didn't you say, "Excuse me!"

"Somebody just pushed me off the roof"?

Because of me.
He was trying to drive me crazy.

It wasn't you, Adrian.

I know this is hard to understand,
but not everything is always about you.

It's about my family, my little boy.

He was so proud of me.

Everybody was making such a fuss.

I didn't know what had happened or why.

I just-- I knew that it felt pretty good.

Plus…

…it was driving you insane.

Harold, he just saved your life.

Thank you.

Mr. Monk.

You're welcome.

Glad you're…

okay.

-Enjoy your inheritance.
-Now I get it.

[Harold scoffs]

This is about money, isn't it?

Well, forget it. There's no reward.

What? He's not in this for the money.

You really are delusional.

-Go to hell, Teeger!
-You go to hell!

-You can both go to hell.
-You go to hell. Not you.

I will see you both
in Dr. Kroger's office.

And I hope that Chuck and I

don't keep you waiting too long.

Ha ha ha-- aah!

-Harold!
-Is he-- is he--

-[rustling]
-His parachute opened!

-[laughs] He's okay.
-[crowd exclaiming]

Well, what's going on?

Well, they're-they're-they're
carrying him off on their shoulders.

-Because he broke his legs?
-[crowd] Fly, Fly, Fly, Fly, Fly!

I don't think so, Mr. Monk.

[crowd cheering
and chanting Harold's name]

Can I go home now?

[light jazz music playing]

[crowd continues to chant and cheer]

[theme music playing]