[Monk jumps on top of the dining table to avoid a snake.]
I thought you were afraid of heights.
Monk
Snakes trump heights. It goes: germs, needles, milk, death, snakes, mushrooms, heights, crowds, elevators...
Okay, okay -- I don't need the entire list.
Adrian Monk
Excuse me?
First thing tomorrow, I am going to call the Vatican, and I am nominating your late wife, Trudy, for sainthood! Because you are IMPOSSIBLE!
Adrian Monk
The lines! They're all... diagonal! I have to live here!
FORGET ABOUT THE RUG! THIS IS NOT ABOUT THE RUG! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE?!? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? You're the world's best marriage counselor! You could save every marriage in California! All people would have to do is live with you for two days! Two days, and they'd never complain about their spouse again!
[First lines; Monk and Sharona are watching Gail's performance]
What do you think so far?
Adrian Monk
There's no legroom. It's so crowded.
It's supposed to be crowded. It's sold out. You know, this play is going to New York. Can you believe it? My sister in an off-Broadway show?
Adrian Monk
So where is she?
She's in the next scene. She kills a guy.
Adrian Monk
I hope it's the guy who designed these seats. [Gail enters]
There she is. [From behind another door on stage, another actor, Hal Duncan, swings the door shut]
HDHal Duncan
[as Bert] Hey, cuz. You miss me? [He picks up an apple and tosses it from hand to hand] Hope you don't mind. I let myself in.
But you're supposed to be in jail!
HDHal Duncan
It's funny that phrase, “supposed to be”. I'm "supposed to be" in jail, you're "supposed to be" waiting for me! [He makes air quotes with his fingers when saying "supposed to be"] A man can't count on “supposed to be” the way he used to.
You know, my husband's upstairs! If he hears you he'll come down-
HDHal Duncan
Your husband's downtown drowning himself in scotch and soda! I saw him leave about an hour ago.
[Hal fusses with Gail's blouse]
I've got some money in my purse! Why don't you just take it and go?
HDHal Duncan
You think I want your pocket change?! You think that's why I came back?! [Hal overturns the table, spilling all of its contents on the stage. Gail screams and secretly pulls out a knife]
HDHal Duncan
Who ordered the tossed salad? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! I came back for what's mine.
You know, if you don't leave, I'll--
HDHal Duncan
You'll what? Huh? You'll do nothin'! [takes a bite of the apple he is holding] Like I said, I'm here for what's mine! [Gail stabs Hal with the prop knife. Hal screams, and staggers across the stage, obviously having a seizure]
Hal, are you okay? [Hal falls on the floor and starts having convulsions] Hal? Hal?
[Monk meets Sharona's mother after being told several white lies]
Adrian Monk
Mrs. Fleming.
CFCheryl Fleming
Oh, no. Call me Cheryl.
Adrian Monk
Wipe?
CFCheryl Fleming
Where's Benjy? I brought him a new baseball glove.
Oh, he's not here. He's sleeping over at a friend's house.
CFCheryl Fleming
You forgot I was coming, didn't you? No, that's all right. I understand. You're probably so excited about the show. So, how was it last night? Tell me everything. How was Gail? Were there any reviews?
Hey, Ma, you know what? There's, there's something I've got to tell you.
CFCheryl Fleming
What? A bad review?
Adrian Monk
Uh, you might wanna sit down, Cheryl.
CFCheryl Fleming
Oh, no, I'm fine, I've been sittin' all day.
Ma, you know what? I think it's best that we sit down.
Something happened last night at the show. [Sharona and Cheryl sit]
Adrian Monk
There was a stabbing.
CFCheryl Fleming
Oh, you mean, in the audience?
Adrian Monk
No, uh, no. Onstage, uh, during the show. The actor who was playing Burt was killed. Gail…stabbed him.
CFCheryl Fleming
Oh, I know. I read the script.
Adrian Monk
No, no, Cheryl. He died.
CFCheryl Fleming
Oh, I don't understand.
Neither do we. Uh, the police think that she might have done it on purpose.
Adrian Monk
She's been arrested for murder in the second degree. There's a bail hearing tomorrow.
CFCheryl Fleming
Gail?! [scoffs] No. I don't believe it. It's a mistake, right?
Adrian Monk
The police don't think so.
CFCheryl Fleming
Well, they're wrong. Well, you're gonna help her, right? I mean, that's what you do. You're a couple of detectives, right?
Adrian Monk
Of course, we're going to help her. After all, we're…we're a couple of detectives. Right?
[Monk inspects the propmaster's toolbox]
ODO'Dell
Excuse me. What are you doing?
Adrian Monk
Uh, I was just…nothing.
ODO'Dell
Hey, don't fiddle with the props. I've got to know where these are in the dark, by touch, at a moment's notice. I've been juggling props for forty-four years. Ask me about the first prop I ever bought.
Adrian Monk
What was the…
ODO'Dell
The sword Richard Burton used in Camelot. I had to go to Scotland to get it.
Adrian Monk
Really? Wow. I'm, uh, I'm Adrian Monk, and this is Sh--she's usually right here. This is a terrible week. I'll bet.
ODO'Dell
Hey, that wasn't my fault. The cops had me under the lights all night long. I told them…I put the prop knife on the set. We use two knives on this show. A real one, and one like this: [O'Dell pulls out and stabs himself with a prop knife]
Adrian Monk
Hey, whoa! [The knife retracts; O'Dell laughs]
ODO'Dell
Don't wet yourself. The blade retracts into the handle. Gail must have switched the gag knife for the real one before the show.
Adrian Monk
May I? [He holds the prop knife up]
ODO'Dell
See? It doesn't feel like a real knife at all, does it?
Adrian Monk
No.
ODO'Dell
She had to know she was holding a real knife. What happened onstage Sunday night, that was no accident. That was a woman scorned. “Hell hath no fury,” right?
Adrian Monk
And you're sure you put a fake knife on the stage?
ODO'Dell
I swear. I put it there myself, half an hour before curtain.
Adrian Monk
And there was nobody else here?
ODO'Dell
Nope. Except Jenna. Jenna Ryan, Gail's understudy. She was checking in. They check in before the show, see if anybody's sick.
[Monk and Sharona follow Jenna to a hotel, but are intercepted by a greeter for a conference.]
GGreeter
Oh! Excuse me! Have you registered?
Adrian Monk
For... what?
GGreeter
Speedy Dates. We do it here once a month.
Oh, yeah yeah yeah. I-I read an article about this. It's for singles. Instead of spending all night with one jerk, you get to meet 15 jerks at once.
GGreeter
Yeah, that's not exactly how we would describe it.
[Monk is forced to go on a Speedy Date to talk to Jenna Ryan]
D1Date #1
I like your eyes.
Adrian Monk
Well, thank you. They came with the face.
D1Date #1
So you're a former police officer.
Adrian Monk
That's right.
D1Date #1
You still have your handcuffs?
Adrian Monk
Yes.
D1Date #1
Can you show them to me sometime?
Adrian Monk
I don't see why you would want to... they're just handcuffs!
[Monk is trying to use Sharona to reenact the crime scene, but Sharona is getting confused by Monk's directions]
Adrian Monk
You... you enter from the right...
You mean the left. That's stage left.
Adrian Monk
But it's on the right.
But it's stage left. That's what they call it.
[She shrugs at Monk's confusion.]
Adrian Monk
But- but- for the purposes of this recreation, let's just call it what they call it on Planet Earth.
[sardonically] Like you would know.
[The four convene at Amanda Babbage's house]
Adrian Monk, old buddy, old pal, old chum.
“Old buddy”? What have you done with the real Captain Stottlemeyer?
Adrian Monk
What do we have?
Mail bomb. An ounce and a half of plastique with a magnesium charge.
There were two triggers: a chemical detonator wired to the wrapping, and a motion detector--so when you opened it and moved it, "boom".
Crude and unpredictable, actually.
Adrian Monk
Who's the victim?
Amanda Babbage, thirty-five years old. She lived here alone.
Adrian Monk
Nice house.
It was a lot nicer two hours ago.
Adrian Monk
[notices the ATF agents] The Feds are here?
Yes, up the wazoo -- Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. They're in charge, and they're not shy about saying so. Monk, if you can make me look good here, I would really appreciate it. I'd love to show these bastards up. Wouldn't hurt our careers either.
[Monk has inspected the knots Ricky has used to tie down his surfboard]
Adrian Monk
Who's Marion?
You are. Marion the Librarian.
Adrian Monk
So, it's like a put-down.
Yup. It's a derogatory remark, Monk. What do you see?
Adrian Monk
[on Ricky] Oh, he's not the guy. He definitely knew his sister lived here. He was at a barbecue here two weeks ago.
But the package was mailed to the old address.
Adrian Monk
Right, and he said he tied the surfboard to the room himself. Look at these knots. They're a mess. Crude, tangled, but the knot we saw inside on the bomb, was a work of art.
Adrian Monk
Are barking up the wrong tree. You said there was another brother.
Yeah, Brian, but he's a dead end.
We saw it happen. Four months ago, he got t-boned by a pickup truck. Cracked his skull. It was really unnecessary. The guy just baited me and Randy and--and stepped on the gas.
It was my first car chase.
That didn't count. The guy didn't go half a block. You didn't get the car in gear!
It wasn't a chase, Randy.
Adrian Monk
Anyway, uh…four months ago. So, he wouldn't have known that his sister had moved.
Adrian Monk
I'd like to meet him.
[Agent Grooms kicks Stottlemeyer out of the interrogation room]
I just got kicked out of my own interrogation room.
You want some coffee, sir?
No, Randy. What I want is for that A.T.F. CREEP to eat crow!
Adrian Monk
Well, we know who did it, and we know why. We just don't know how.
Monk, again, he's in a coma.
Adrian Monk
He's the guy.
In twenty seconds, Agent Grooms is gonna come walking through that door, and he's gonna ask me what I think. Give me something else, for the love of God.
Okay, wait. I have an idea. Maybe he had an accomplice.
Yes, somebody else mailed the damn thing. Why not?
I already had that idea. Tell him.
Adrian Monk
There was no accomplice. Why would Brian Babbage hire one? He didn't know he was gonna be in a coma.
It's not exactly something you can plan.
Adrian Monk
All right. Anyway, why would an accomplice bother to go through with it? There was no reason to. The guy who hired him was in a coma.
All right, so... Brian built the bomb, and then Brian mailed the bomb, by himself.
Adrian Monk
That's right.
Adrian Monk
[admiringly] You gotta admit -- it's a pretty good alibi. It's rock solid!
Monk, I have known 15,000 criminals in my lifetime. Here's what they all have in common: THEY'RE CONSCIOUS!
Adrian Monk
Nonetheless.
Is your shrink coming back soon?
[Agent Grooms comes out of the interrogation room, having finished questioning Ricky Babbage]
Captain. Sorry about in there, I, uh, work better one on one.
All right. So, how's it look?
He's bending not breaking. I'll get him. About to write up my case report, uh, I'm gonna list him as my primary. I'll need you to sign off on that. Right? Be easier to get an indictment if we're all on the same page.
I'm thinking… [glances at Monk] Maybe it's the other brother.
Well, there's only one other brother, and... he's in a coma.
That's the one. I think, uh, I think we should look into him.
[Stottlemeyer takes another glance at Monk, who is showing support]
He's a vegetable, Captain.
Don't you think that eliminates him as a suspect? I mean, I'm just…curious. How do you think he did it?
We're still working on that.
Yeah. Well, good luck with that, Captain. Uh, keep me informed.
[Monk looks at one of Brian Babbage's magazines]
Adrian Monk
He was looking for a lawyer.
That's no surprise. He was suing his whole family.
Adrian Monk
No, no, no. These are criminal lawyers. Look at the name he circled: “Scott Butterworth”.
Adrian Monk
"Suspended twice." He was a hack. Brian Babbage could afford any attorney in town. Why would…why would anyone want to hire a bad lawyer?