So, you are a, ah, detective?
No, he's the best detective in the world.
Maybe not the world. Well, who's to say?
[Jake comes out of the other room]
So, what's going on, Columbo? [Monk has placed a wheelchair at the foot of the stairs]
This is Joseph Moody's wheelchair. It was still in the garage.
Who?
The old man who used to live here. He fell down these stairs. He had a private nurse who said he walked up [the stairs] to that landing. But look... [points to three of the steps] Here, here, and here. Tire tracks. They're a perfect match. And this. [Monk pulls out his tweezers and removes a piece of wallpaper from the wheelchair's frame] Wallpaper. [He walks up the stairs to the tiny rip, where he puts the torn piece in to the rip; it matches perfectly] You can see where it was ripped away. No, I think she wheeled him up these stairs.
So you just put that together? Just like that? [Impressed] Fantastic!
And this. [Pulls a prescription out of the back of the wheelchair] Tribiteral. It's a new prescription. This is the stuff she said made him disoriented. [He hands it to Natalie]
It's never been opened. You think she killed him?
She lied about it. There must be a reason.
[Jake briefly raises his eyebrows. Cuts to Cassie Drake bringing groceries into her house. She turns on the lights]
Hey Cassie. [Cassie is momentarily startled to see Jake sitting in an armchair, but casts a sigh of relief. She sets her grocery bag down on the floor]
Jake! You scared me to death!
Got your work on the night shift again, huh?
Yeah.
That sucks; throws off the whole internal clock. Gets it all out of whack, huh. [Pause; Cassie sets her keys down on the kitchen counter]
How did you get in?
Sliding door. It's broken.
No it's not.
No. It is.
[Nervously] So, how's it going? When am I gonna see my share?
See, buttercup, that's why I'm here: We--we ran into a little, "bump" in the road today. Guess who bought the house? [Pause] Adrian Monk. [Short pause]
I don't know him.
He's on to you, Cassie. [Cassie puts her hands up in a defensive position]
Jake, it wasn't my fault! I didn't wanna kill him! [Jake starts to rise from his chair and pulls an awl from his toolbelt]
I know.
He would've told everybody! I really didn't have a choice!
I know. [He stabs and kills her]
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