You should've seen me, I'm telling you. I had the moves.
No, I was diving, I was running, I was diving out of the way.
That's great, Adrian.
Don't you get it? It means we're getting close.
- We're making somebody nervous. - I just can't picture outrunning a car.
I wasn't even running my fastest.
- Why not? - You know.
Were you touching all the poles again?
I always touch the poles.
Adrian Monk for Gavin Lloyd.
- How old was she? - 25.
It's heartbreaking.
She worked for Flo, your bookkeeper.
She was here last summer for about seven weeks.
We get kids like this all the time. Every campaign does.
We call them floaters.
Their boyfriend comes back, they get a new job...
fft!... they're gone.
So, Flo said that you took Nicole aside one day.
I did?
Yes, this would've been last July sometime.
And you talked to her for a while, and then she never came back to work.
I talk to 100 kids every day, you know, more.
We, uh, actually, as a matter of fact, we lost another one last week...
car crash in Sausalito.
Yeah. We heard about that.
Sir, I...
I don't pretend to know much about politics.
Vote for, uh, Warren St. Claire. That's all you need to know.
But what was the reason you held the rally at that plaza?
Heart of the financial district. We wanted to assure the business community...
that Warren St. Claire is on their side, and it's working.
Have you seen the latest poll numbers?
Yes. Congratulations.
Thank you.
Chicago.
- That's a confidential document. - Sorry.
- That's why we shredded it. - Sorry. / - That's okay.
I have a suggestion, Mr. Monk.
I'm gonna do my job,
she'll do her job, he'll do his job,
and you, sir, you and Miss...
- Fleming. - Fleming, go out and do your job.
- Thanks. Good luck. Okay. - Thank you.
Mr. Monk, sorry to keep you waiting.
That's okay.
You know, Mr. Goodman, your painting is very, um...
I can't think of the word. It's...
Scary?
I just got that piece. Something about it, I just had to have it.
- Yeah. / - You can tell a lot about a person from his taste in art.
[whispers] He did it, I'm telling you.
Just a couple of questions, sir.
How long have you worked for Mr. St. Claire?
Nine years. I was the first person he hired.
But he never made you partner.
You don't see me complaining. I'm a lucky man.
I see you've been out of town.
Upstate. My family has a cabin on Rockaway Lake.
I needed some time to clear my thoughts.
It's been a hell of a week.
Mr. Goodman, I'm sure of two things.
One:
Adrian.
One, your cabin is quite lovely.
And, two, you were nowhere near it.
- What? - Your wristwatch.
It's set two hours ahead to central time.
You haven't been north, you've been east.
Unless I'm wrong, which, you know, I'm not,
you were in Chicago.
That's crazy. I don't know anyone in Chicago.
You know Miranda St. Claire.
She told us she was going to Denver, but her travel itinerary said Chicago.
So what we have here, sir, are two consenting adults,
both lying about where they spent last night.
What I'm about to say can't leave this room.
Miranda and I have, uh,
been together twice.
So last night makes three?
No, last night it ended.
I swear I didn't want her.
I wanted to hurt Warren...
the legendary Warren St. Claire.
- I was sick of being his key chain. - You say you wanted to hurt him?
No, no, no, I didn't mean... I wouldn't really hurt him.
Oh, of course not. You just wanted to hump his wife.
You want to charge me with something, you call my lawyer.
What is this?
What?
It's me, isn't it?
Look, I don't have time for this, all right?
This meeting is over.
He's gone.
It's me, isn't it?
- Hello? - Isn’t it?
Okay.
It's me.
Hey, they got him. We got to go. They got him.
Come on.
The F.B.I. coughed up a major file on this guy lan Sykes.
Ex-Special Forces. Last April,
he purchased a scope for a Weatherby Fibermark rifle.
You guys stay here until we're inside, all right?
Did he mention how tall he was?
Yes. He's 6 foot 5 inches tall.
I got lucky.
- Police! Police! - Go! Go!
Clear!
Police! Come out!
Slow! Easy!
You alone?
You don't have to keep apologizing, sir.
Everybody makes mistakes.
The fact is, I was 6'5"...
Once.
You did buy a scope for a Weatherby Fibermark rifle.
Yes, sir, for my father.
Uh, he hunts alone now.
The Rocky Mountains aren't exactly handicap accessible.
Sorry.
Okay, boys and girls, the beat goes on.
We gotta talk to that profiler again.
Call the mayor. Tell him we're back at square one.
What?
Your shoes.
Yes?
They're all scuffed up, and they've got little creases in them.
Yeah, my shoes are scuffed up, Monk.
They're not spotless like yours because I actually use them.
His were all scuffed up, too.
Call up SWAT.
You go get in your car. Go. Go, go, go, go, go.
Get him out of here.
Go!
Stottlemeyer said we'd be safer over here.
That's a crock. He put us in the cheap seats so he could take all the credit.
Oh, great! The battery's dead.
Look, I got to check on Benjy.
Stay here and don't move.
I'm gonna find a phone.
- Well, hurry. - I will. I promise.
Hey!
Hey. Hey!
He's...
Over... Over here!
Hey!
He's here! Hey! What are you...
Call the... Get...
Ughh. Come on!
Don't look up. Don't look down.
Don't look up. Don't look down. Don't look...
Excuse me.
You... You...
You have the... right to... remain silent.
What, he actually said, "Excuse me," and then he crawled over you?
No, no, it was more like he crawled around me.
- Good work, Detective. - I don't think he recognized me,
before up in his room or just now on the fire escape.
- Which means what? - Which means...
he's not the guy who tried to run me down.
I think we're looking for two different guys.
Well, if only we had him in custody, we could've questioned him.
Let me get this straight. I'm confused, Monk.
You say you want your badge back, is that right?
You want your badge back so you can protect this city from rapists and murderers,
as long as they don't climb any ladders or run across any big, bad, scary bridges.
- Is that right? - Give him a break, Captain.
No, you give me a break.
Look, you want to carry a gun?
You're gonna carry a loaded gun and have other cops depend on you?
No, I don't think so. You're off the case.
Oh, bite me.
I'm sorry. What did you say?
This isn't about what happened today, is it?
This is about you and me.
- This is about you and me. - No, Monk, this isn't personal.
The fact of the matter is the most wanted man in the city got away...
because you got dizzy!
Am I right?
Don't expect the mayor to help you either, because after this, you're a leper.
What is that, your tough look?
Hey, Mom, what's he doing?
This is where his wife was...
This is where Mrs. Monk passed away.
Oh.
- Hey, Monk. - Hey, Monk.
Benjy, be careful.
She... She must've been meeting somebody, but who?
Was it a story she was working on?
I don't know. And I can't see it, and why can't I see it?
I think you're too close to it, Monk.
Ughhh!
Benjy!
Is he okay?
- He's okay. - Yeah, I'm okay.
How many times have I told you to be careful?
- How many? - Don't worry, I'm okay.
You could've killed yourself. I'll take it away if you don't watch it.
- I'm fine. - Are you okay?
I'm okay.
- [shouting] Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
- Are you okay? - I'm okay!
- Did you hear that? - Yeah, it's an echo.
- You have to get out more. - Benjy, be careful. / - Okay.
What?
I've got it.
You got what?
You know who did it?
You know who tried to kill St. Claire?
Monk, who did it?
You're not gonna tell me who did it?
It doesn't matter.
They're not gonna listen to me. You heard the captain.
I'm a leper.
- Hi, Sharona. - Hey, Sheldon.
- Can I come in? - Yeah.
O...kay!
I need everybody to stand exactly where they were...
after the shots were fired.
Mrs. St. Claire, you were standing right here.
What is the point?
We know who tried to kill my husband.
It was that lunatic, what's his name?
Ian Sykes. / He's probably halfway to Mexico by now.
That's true. Mr. Goodman, if you would.
That's true, lan Sykes got away.
- Yes, he did. - And I feel terrible about that,
but today we're looking for his accomplice,
- the person who hired lan Sykes. - Are you a poker player, Mr. Monk?
Because you're either bluffing your ass off,
or sitting on a very sweet hand.
Well, let's find out. Sir, all week long, I have been racking my brain.
Who would want to take a shot at you?
Then last night, it occurred to me.
Maybe we've all been asking the wrong question.
Maybe the shooter hit exactly what he was aiming at, your bodyguard.
- That's insane. - Who'd want to hurt Jason Rondstadt?
- That's not exactly showing initiative. - Right, but what if...
what if Jason Rondstadt...
was the bodyguard who knew too much?
You were dipping into the war chest again.
You got to be kidding.
That's old news, Monk.
Mr. St. Claire, bear with me, please, sir. On your mark.
Here's what I think happened.
Nicole Vasques was going over the books,
and some numbers didn't add up.
Excuse me, sir.
I was wondering if I could talk to you for a sec.
It seems that a large sum of money is going into a different account.
She asked you about it, and you brushed her off.
Thanks for catching that, honey. That's what I pay you for.
I'll look into it, all right? Nice job.
Maybe you even accused her of stealing the money.
Can you believe this guy?
You are out of your mind, out of your mind.
You started to worry the girl might talk.
You couldn't buy her off. She had a little something we call integrity.
So you decided it was time to hire somebody to kill her,
but who?
You asked Jason Rondstadt,
but he turned you down.
You were in hell, surrounded by honest people.
I don't have to stand here and listen to this.
Yes, you do.
- Yes, you do. - Okay.
Thanks, Captain.
You kept shopping around.
You found a professional, lan Sykes.
Sykes killed the girl...
but you still had one loose end left...
Jason Rondstadt, the first guy you asked.
But, hell, that's all right.
Flying 17 combat missions in the Gulf...
Killing Jason Rondstadt in public was brilliant...
'cause everyone assumed it was an assassination attempt,
and you got a two for.
Your problem was eliminated, and your candidate gets to look heroic.
I don't suppose you're gonna be able to prove any of this.
Well, here was your mistake.
My mistake?
Hey.
This photograph was taken seconds after the shooting.
That's you, isn't it, pointing up at the sniper? / Yeah. So what?
He's up there!
Up there!
You're the only one pointing.
How did you know where he was?
Because I saw him. He was right up there.
Look.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.
Gentlemen, gentlemen, if you please.
Last Thursday, there were approximately 400 balloons right here.
There's only one way you could've known where lan Sykes was.
- You hired the man. - This is totally ridiculous.
It all happened so fast. It was chaotic. It was chaos.
Maybe I, uh, maybe I didn't see him. Maybe I heard the shots.
- You heard them? - Yes, I definitely heard them.
I definitely heard them. We all heard them.
They were coming from up there.
Well, if that's true, then you won't have any trouble finding Sharona.
What?
She is up there in one of these buildings...
with a starter's pistol.
Heckle, this is Jeckle.
Are you all set?
Anytime, Jeckle.
Let's do it.
[ gunshot ] [ echoes ]
It's kind of like an echo chamber, isn't it?
You want to take another chance?
Heckle, we're going for best out of three.
[ gunshot ]
- There. - There?
No, uh,
- over there. - Are you sure?
Oh, my God.
No, wait, wait, wait.
Do it again. Do it again!
And you called yourself my Moses.
Like the real Moses, he won't be joining you in the promised land.
Uhhhh,
Wa-War-Warren, I didn't have any choice!
That girl, Nicole, she would have buried me!
She would have buried both of us!
Warren!
Okay, Sharona, cut it out. That's enough.
We got him. It's over, it's all over.
Sharona?
- Let's go! - Everybody out of here!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
[ gunshot ] [ glass shatters ]
[ gun cocks and fires ]
Oh, my God, it's Sykes. He's here.
Sykes? What's he doing here?
I think he and Gavin are having some kind of contract dispute.
He's leaving. I'm gonna follow him.
Where are you going, Sharona? Just stay put.
He's stashing his gun.
He's going downstairs.
All right, just stay put. Stay right where you are.
- Who does she think she is? - I don't know. Lois Lane.
He's in the boiler room.
Sharona! I can't hear you. I've lost you. Come back.
Okay. We got him. Block it up. Cover every door, every window.
- He's not coming out. - What?
No. He'd expect you to cover the street.
He's got some other way.
- He has a plan. - How do you know that?
'Cause he's smart.
- Sharona, come back. - Keep an eye on him.
How many guys you got in the back?
Monk, he's going through a door.
I think it's a tunnel. I'm gonna follow him.
Let's go! Let's go! Everybody out!
- What about the basement? - By the book, Monk.
We secure the exits, then we work top to bottom. Give me that.
What about Sharona? He might have Sharona.
We'll take care of Sharona. Just stay here.
Monk, can you hear me?
Oh, no.
Monk.
Adrian, can you hear me? I can't hear you.
Monk, where are you?
Oh, great, a hostage.
Help!
We got upstairs secured.
Good. Now do the basement, and watch your back.
Captain, have you seen Monk?
No. Why?
He's, uh, got my gun.
Monk! Monk, help!
Hold it! I have a gun.!
Sykes, hold it!
Shoot him!
I'm not bluffing! I have a gun.
Shoot him!
Will you shoot him!
Let her go, Sykes!
Let... Let her go!
What the hell were you thinking?
You kept saying, "Shoot him.! Shoot him!"
Adrian, I could've been killed!
I knew what I was doing.
I was aiming high.
He's like 20 feet tall!
What if you missed? You could've missed!
Oh, right! How could I have missed? The guy's King Kong.
What if it ricocheted?
Well, that... that's true. I didn't think of that.
Hello?
Snowmen.
Give me the gun. Give me the gun.
Here he is. Come and meet a genuine hero.
Congratulations, Mr. Monk.
Mr. Monk,
on behalf of myself, Miranda,
and the city of San Francisco, I want to thank you.
Well done.
Mr. Monk, what next?
- Mr. Monk, can I get a picture, please? - Mr. Monk, over here, please. Mr. Monk.
My son wants your autograph.
Really. No, you're his hero.
He put your picture up on the wall.
Well, I would be happy to meet the boy,
but anybody would've done the same thing.
I don't know about that, Adrian.
I mean, there were 20 cops at that scene.
Nobody did what you did.
Well...
You know, I think we're making some real progress here, and I think...
I think it might be time that I talked to the department about reinstatement.
Would you like that?
- I can't promise anything. - Oh, I understand.
I can only make a recommendation, okay?
- I understand. - All right.
They might want you to meet with some other doctors.
No problem.
It's not gonna be that easy, Adrian. There's gonna be more testing.
Let's do it. I want to take them right now.
- I want to take them right now. - Alright, alright.
[ coughing ]
Going down?
[ coughing ]
- See you next week. - Okay.
How'd it go?
You know.
Aw, don't worry, we'll get them next time.
Come on, I'll make you some dinner.
Oh, yeah, it's Tuesday.
Tuesday night's chicken potpie.
You know, actually, I thought we'd try something a little different this week.
I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
Just kidding.
Adrian, you missed one.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.
Original Air Date on USA Network: 2002-Jul-12
Resynced and corrected by: JeeBs