Why did he kill the nurse?
He had no choice! Katherine Rutherford read that note twenty-five years ago. It would have been made public, she would have recognized it!
My God, Mr. Monk, he could be doing it right now! [Stottlemeyer and Disher reach the registration station]
The registration sheets are all gone!
Monk, do you have a cell phone number?
Do you know where they stayed?
[Sighs, exasperated] Some hotel!
There are over 200 hotels in this city, Monk! It’ll take us over five hours to check them all!
Hold on. Hold on! [Rolls his shoulders forward a couple of times]
I don’t know. What are you doing?
The hotel where they’re staying. It was on their registration form.
When Dianne signed in... [flashback to Dianne filling her registration sheet out on Monk’s back] We were standing in line. She wrote... she wrote on my back. [Natalie smiles, realizing what Monk is doing]
It's how he met Trudy! It’s his superpower!
Oh, there’s her name. Home address.
Okay, Mr. Monk, it was near the bottom.
She has terrible penmanship. Why did it have to be cursive? [Makes what almost appear to be spasms as he tries to remember what Dianne wrote] She ordered the prime rib, medium rare.
Keep going. It’s just below that.
Yeah, there’s an L, uh, L-E... Lexus! Is there a Lexus Hotel?
No that’s the car they drove, Monk!
Keep going. [Monk finally reaches the section with the hotel name]
There’s a “P”, “P”, No! “P”, “P”, “B”! “B”! “B”!
It’s a “B.” It’s a “B.” It’s a “B.” “L.”
NCNatalie and Capt. Stottlemeyer
Bla…
It’s right up the street! [They take off]
I'm Adrian Monk, here to see Dr. Sorenson.
RReceptionist
Fill this out.
It says to list your phobias.
RReceptionist
That's right.
There are only five spaces.
RReceptionist
You can use the back.
I might need another sheet. [She hands him another sheet] I might need another sheet. [She hands him another sheet] I might need another sheet. [She hands him another sheet, and repeats this a few more times]
Adrian, I cannot continue to practice anymore after today. The police think that one of my patients killed Teresa Mueller. I should have seen it coming. I didn't; I missed it. This is all my fault.
This isn't happening. This can't be happening.
Adrian, I promise you I'll get you another doctor. I'll call you next week.
Okay! So it's not true! You're not retiring! I mean, you can't because... He can't retire...
[To Natalie] This is step one in the grieving process: denial. [Monk comes back to Dr. Kroger]
Damn you, Charles! Damn you to hell! I hate you. I hate you! You are dead to me.
No, that's step two, that's anger.
Okay. Okay, we're all adults here. We can work this out. I can hire you full time, all right? Put you on payroll.
This is step three, the bargaining. It usually doesn't go around this quickly.
Why me? Why is it always me? Everybody's always leaving me.
This can't go on. I mean, it's just too much. Okay, you're right. It's not the end of the world. I'll just have to find another doctor. I owe you so much. Thanks to you, I think I can get past this. Thanks, doc.
And finally, step five, acceptance.
Thank God that's over. [Monk walks over to another police officer]
He can't retire! The man can't quit because he's not a quitter.
I don't know. It's like he's starting all over again, like he's in a loop. [Monk peeps through the window blinds]
I HATE YOU FOR THIS, KROGER! YOU ARE DEAD TO ME! You understand me? DEAD!
I really should be heading home...
Captain, for the record, this was all her idea. I mean, I wouldn't be here if I couldn't drive or had anything else to do.
OK, I give up. What is it? [Natalie produces a check]
It's a $34 dry cleaning bill to clean the shirt and jacket that Mr. Monk ruined when he ran through the poultry farm to recover the ransom money in the Jimmy Creskow kidnapping case. What are you gonna do about it?
No-no-no-no! We've already submitted this twice! It is a work-related expense, and we are entitled to compensation!
Look, I couldn't agree with you more. I believe you guys are entitled to every dime you can get, but, there's nothing I can do about it. Lieutenant Disher is the Disbursement Coordinator.
Uh, he's not here. He called in sick.
You know, he didn't sound too good. He's got a bad fever and he's got a cough.
With that phlegmy flu thing? [Natalie waves her hands frantically to get Stottlemeyer's attention]
Okay-okay! When Randy is not here, who is in charge of payout?
That would be the Assistant Disbursement Coordinator.
' We don't have one. Is there anything else?
Nah, that about covers it.
[Stottlemeyer has received a phone call from his ex-wife]
[Laughs] My kid, my oldest, has skipped school, and Karen thinks he’s gone to a rock show.
Oh, I used to do that! Play hooky. Go to rock shows. [Natalie looks at him skeptically]
Anyhow, I've gotta get up there and see if I can find him.
Yeah, you know, I wouldn't mind. [Starts towards the door]
I'm sorry! I just can't picture you at one of these!
What are you talking about? I used to go all the time. Get a bus into the city and see the Stones.
[Walking through the parking lot] Look at this mess! Oh for God's sakes, it's gonna take me all day to find him here! I'm gonna miss a whole day's work! An entire day! Gonna wring his little neck!
Captain, he's just a kid! Don't you just want to stay out here for a minute and calm down before you go inside?
Whoa, whoa, hold on! What kind of rock show is this?
It's the biggest festival of the year!
[Laughs] Wait- wait- wait, Mr. Monk! You thought they were real rocks? Like a geology exhibit, like a museum?
Maybe. Perfectly understandable mistake.
Okay, well, no harm done. So, I guess I’ll need a ride home.
Monk, I’m not going home without my kid.
All right, look, I, I, I can’t... [A passerby bumps into Monk]
I can’t do it! I, I can’t go in there!
Mr. Monk, come on! The Captain needs you!
But there's-- 10,000 of them, and not even one of me!
Okay, look, I understand, Monk. Why don’t you just go wait by the car?
Yeah, I’ll go wait by the car.
Okay, it’s gonna be a while!
Yeah, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me. Take your time. But, but hurry back. But take your time. Hurry back. [Trails off; leaving Natalie and Stottlemeyer confused]
[Noticing Randy in the crowd, Stottlemeyer calls him from a few feet away]
[Feigning illness] Hello?
Hey, Randy. How ya doing, buddy? I-I was worried about you.
[Fake coughs] What time is it? [Long pause]
Oh, I'm sorry! Did I wake you up? [Pause] Hey, what's that music I hear?
Oh, [Fake coughs] it's my stereo. It's broken! I can't turn it down!
Listen, Captain, thanks for calling!
I'm gonna get up now; make myself some soup.
Soup? Yeah soup is good; fluids are good. Drink plenty of fluids.
Fluids. Okay, thanks for calling, Captain.
Take care. [Randy hangs up, turns to a woman next to him and says]
My boss! [Stottlemeyer puts his hand on Randy's shoulder, and Randy spins around] Whoa. Captain.
Did you, uh, did you call in sick, too?
No, Randy. I'm looking for Jared.
Well, here's what happened with me: I was on my way to a doctor, and uh... I got nothing. Let's go find Jared. [Takes one last sip of his beer before putting it down and walking away with Stottlemeyer]
[Jared has caught the incriminating ball on top of the scaffolding for one of the speakers]
Good job, son. Give me the ball.
[Kedder climbs the adjoining ladder]
KKKris Kedder
No, don’t. Don’t you do it! He’s a cop. What’s your name?
JSJared Stottlemeyer
Jared.
Jared, this is very important! Give me the ball!
KKKris Kedder
Hey, man, you do everything the cops tell you? You know, I don’t. I like your shirt.
JSJared Stottlemeyer
Thanks, man.
JSJared Stottlemeyer
Yeah!
KKKris Kedder
Me and you, we should jam sometime.
Jared! Listen to me! If he deflates that ball, we don’t have a case!
KKKris Kedder
Dude, he’s trying to set me up because of what I am, what I represent.
That’s nonsense, Jared! [Becoming desperate] You might not like me, but you know me!
KKKris Kedder
Hey. You don’t trust cops, do ya?
[Long pause]
JSJared Stottlemeyer
I trust this one. [Throws it to Leland]
KKKris Kedder
Don’t, don’t, don’t do it! [Randy handcuffs him]
HCHolding Cell Cop
Jack Monk, your son is here.
[Jack stands up and sees Stottlemeyer]
I'm looking at you, but I see your mother.
Uh, no sir, I'm Captain Stottlemeyer. This is Adrian.
[Covering] That man looks just like your mother!
[Jack and Adrian's truck is careening down the hill, out of control]
I gotta say something: I'm sorry! I'm sorry I wasn't there for you and Ambrose! I'm so sorry! Oh, I'm a bad father! That's all that matters!
MMonk
You're not a bad father! Look at Jack, Jr.!
Actually, he's not even a putz! He dreams one day of becoming a putz! He lives downstairs in my basement, he smokes pot all day long, he steals money from my wallet!
No, I made it all up! I lied! I wanted to have a son I could be proud of! I didn't know I had one in San Francisco.
[Julie is taking some french fries out of the oven]
No! Your mom said no junk food. I'm supposed to be babysitting you.
Mom said I was supposed to be watching you!
I think that is between me and your mother. Are you?
An hour? [Pause] I guess you're the boss.
