Monk s02e16 Episode Script
Mr. Monk Goes to Jail
The federal appeals court just turned him down.
So we're a "go.
" Where's Ray Kaspo? He's in the holding cell having his last meaI ribs and chili.
Ribs and chili? That might kill him before we do.
Hey, Ray, how you doin'? I'm good.
I'm okay.
I had 'em add a ton of extra sauce.
I told them that's how you liked it.
Thanks, Abbie.
I, uh I heard about the appeals court.
Bastards.
Yeah, well, I'm not surprised.
Story of my life.
Hey.
Why don't you give that to your daughter? You told me she likes to draw.
- Your paint set.
- WelI I didn't have anybody else to give it to.
Thanks for everything, Abbie.
You stay strong, man.
Hey, Abbie, tell the guys tell everybody I'm at peace.
See ya, Ray.
Hey, guard! Guard, get in here! Open it up! Hurry! Okay, we're ready He's been poisoned.
Poisoned? Why? MONK Season 2 Epi.
16 Mr.
Monk Goes to Jail ÅäÏ ¼£·Ó ºñƼ ½ ÷ Á¦À̽¼ ±×·¹ÀÌ ½ºÅÄÆ÷µå Å×µå ¸®¹ÙÀÎ ½ÌÅ©ÆíÁý À±¼±¿µ Çѱ۹ø¿ª È«°üÈ£ Çѱ۱³Á¤ Hey, you okay? Well, you've been inside a prison before, right? I've been to holding cells and visiting rooms.
They were bad enough.
All right, come on.
Hi, uh, Adrian Monk, Sharona Fleming.
- Captain Stottlemeyer's expecting us.
- All right, keep these on.
This is how we tell the good guys from the bad guys.
- And you'll step right this way.
- Okay, thanks.
Let's go.
Step over here for me, please.
Raise your arms, palms up, please.
What-What are What are you doing? I have to pat you down.
Just raise your arms.
Palms up.
Very good.
Turn around for me.
No, not-not in a circle.
Face the wall.
There you go.
Aah! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait.
Okay.
Aah! Okay, wait a second.
Wait.
Whoa.
Stop.
Just a minute.
Just a second.
O- O-O-O-Okay.
Go ahead.
Aah! What are you trying to prove? - What are you doing? - I can't.
Yes, you can.
- This is - You're acting like a child.
Sorry.
Okay.
Aah! Wait! Okay.
Wait, wait, wait.
All right, here.
How about this? I'll pat myself down.
You're gonna pat yourself down? I'm an honest man.
I'm an ex-cop.
You can trust me.
You're an ex-cop? Wait.
Wait, wait.
What's this? Oh, hey, hold on a second.
What is this? Nail clippers? Where do I think I'm goin' with these? Can't bring that in here.
I'll get these back when I leave.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Hey, Monk.
The crime scene is in here.
I'm-I'm fine.
I'm good.
I- I can see it from here.
Who-Who made the chili? We did, in our own kitchen.
I got Detective Leveaugh talking to the cooks.
I think that's a bust.
- Who brought him the food? - A trustee named Abernathy.
He's one of Kaspo's closest friends.
I just talked to him.
He's real upset about this, but I think he's clean.
What did Ray Kaspo do? Six years ago, he shot a gas station attendant in a robbery.
Well, maybe the victim's family did it for revenge.
No, no.
That letter is from the victim's family.
They say they forgive him that they're praying for him.
Well, maybe they lied.
No.
Their name is Lapp.
They're from Strasburg, Pennsylvania.
They're Mennonite.
Pacifists.
They don't believe in violence.
I think you're right, but that still leaves us with the big question: Why would anybody bother to spike a condemned prisoner's last meal? His last meal? He was scheduled to be executed at midnight.
- What do you think? - I think I'm out of here.
- I'm going home.
- Adrian! I'm not sure it matters who killed this guy.
He was gonna die in 45 minutes anyway.
Sharona, I hate this place.
I- I-I can't breathe in here.
It's like - It's like a prison.
- It is a prison! - Leaving so soon? - Not soon enough.
Could you open the gate, please? Main gate.
/ Could you open the gate, please? Yeah, he's still here.
It's for you.
Hello? Adrian Monk, as I live and breathe.
- Dale the Whale.
- Hey, come in.
The door's open.
Apparently, they don't consider me much of an escape risk.
Hey, hey, hey! Wipe your feet.
They just cleaned my carpet.
You're looking well.
Oh, you smooth talker.
Oh! You brought the irrepressible Sharona Fleming.
Uh, are you guys hungry? Would you like an egg roll? It's not the best, but it's the only one that delivers.
Okay, hit me.
Ah.
! You slut.
! It's cold.
! Nuke it! It seems prison agrees with you, Dale.
Well, and why wouldn't it? After all, I've been inside this prison all of my life.
That's very poetic.
Well, of course, it doesn't compare with the prison you built for yourself.
What is it you want, Dale? You said it was important.
Well, there's the Adrian Monk we know and love.
Your fear is huge, but your curiosity is huger.
- I wanna make you an offer.
- Oh, please, drop dead.
Well, you'd think I would have by now, wouldn't you? Please, let's get out of here.
Come on.
You help me, I'll help you.
One hand washes the other.
Now, there's a metaphor I know you can relate to.
As you know, a man was murdered in here last night.
/ Come on.
Soon, the police, who are not as imaginative as you, will begin to focus on me.
I had a motive.
The young man owed me $1,200.
You wouldn't kill anyone for $1,200.
Well, you know that, but they don't.
They've already questioned me twice.
Here's my problem.
As you can see, I have, uh, become accustomed to a certain standard of living in here.
And until this case is solved, things are gonna be very difficult for me.
For example, they were supposed to install a window in that wall, right there, so I could watch the sun set.
I assume the sun still sets every evening.
Adrian Monk I want my window! Get me my window.
! How? Stay here.
Solve the case.
Forget about it.
We're not gonna work for you, and we never will.
Right? Right? In exchange for what? What you want, Adrian.
What you need information.
You solve this murder, and I tell you everything I know about the man who killed your wife.
Huh? You really think Dale the Whale's gonna help you? He hates you.
You're the reason why he's in here.
I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.
This is about Trudy now.
I need you to help me focus.
Mr.
Monk, you were asking about our kitchen.
It's right down here.
I know you spoke to Dale Biederbeck.
He's on our list of suspects.
Sir, I really don't think he's involved in this.
/ It's inexplicable.
Why would anyone murder a condemned prisoner one hour before his execution? Maybe somebody was trying to shut him up.
They were afraid he was gonna confess something in the last minute.
Doubtful.
Ray Kaspo had recently found religion.
He was calling reporters every day apologizing for his sins, confessing to whatever he had ever done.
The boy was all talked out.
Excuse me.
Ex Ex - Thanks, man.
- You're welcome.
We can get you a smaller sweatshirt.
Oh, no, I'm fine, thanks.
Our kitchen staff prepares over That's more than most hotels.
- How's the food? - Well, it must be good.
Everybody here is a repeat customer.
Who prepared Mr.
Kaspo's last meal? I did.
The chili was sitting on that stove for an hour.
Anybody in the kitchen could have spiked it.
- What are you looking at? - Uh, there's one, uh - It's dangling.
- What's it to you? - Maybe-Maybe you could tuck it in.
- Why should I? It's-It's-It's distracting to all of us.
- I think I'm speaking for everyone here.
- Hey, hey.
Remember why we're here, okay? Come on.
/ Did you know the condemned prisoner Ray Kaspo? Never laid eyes on him.
I had no beef against the guy.
And if I did, hell, I'd just wait until midnight, let the State do the dirty deed for me.
Mm-hmm.
- I think if you put - Do you love me? - No, no, I - Then don't be touchin' me! Please, please.
Stand here.
Please? - Hey, hey.
You've been in rehab, right? - How did you know? I'm a nurse.
I can see the track marks.
So you know about addiction, right? Okay.
Well, my boss has a jones for neatness, okay? It's my jones.
And he needs a fix real bad.
You talkin' about my hair? You know what it's like.
It's the worst feeling in the world.
Sorry, brother.
Thank you, brother.
Not like that.
Like this.
Can you get a wipe? I think we're almost done.
Mr.
Monk, do you have any other questions? Uh, just-just one.
Just one.
Where is Mr.
Tucker? According to this time card, he didn't punch out yesterday.
Well, the last time I seen him, he was in the auxiliary freezer doing inventory.
I want a total lockdown.
Call the medical examiner.
What the hell is going on? Check his pockets.
Somebody paid him to poison the chili.
- And then had second thoughts.
- They were afraid he'd talk.
At least we know how the meal was poisoned.
But we still don't know who was behind it, or why.
Excuse me, Mr.
Monk.
This is for you.
Yes, "from a volcano.
" It's a metaphor.
Hey, hey, hey.
Look who died.
- Lambert Lawson, of kidney failure.
- I heard.
Five billion dollars.
Wonder who's gonna get it? Not us.
Mr.
Monk and, uh, Miss Fleming, I presume? Ma'am, did you send me this note? Yes.
I'm Sylvia Fairbourn.
I run the reading program here.
Oh, excuse me one minute.
Terry, why don't you take that book and keep it? Uh, I have lots of copies.
It's my favorite book.
And you can read chapter seven on your own? - You mean, read it without you? - Oh, you can do it.
You remind me of my son Jimmy.
He wasn't very good in school, but I wouldn't let him quit.
Okay, Mrs.
F.
- I'll give it a shot.
- There you go.
I could've used a teacher like you.
Well, I haven't been at it very long, but already it's-it's the most satisfying job I've ever had.
Mrs.
Fairbourn, you-you said you had some information for me? Yes.
I heard you were in here asking about Ray Kaspo.
I don't know if it means anything, but he was in here a week ago, and I heard him talking to another inmate.
What were they talking about? Well, Mr.
Kaspo said that before he was injected, he intended to tell the world about what happened in Calgary.
In Calgary? / Yes.
And the other inmate said, "I'll see you in hell first.
" Who was the other inmate? His name is, uh, Darnell Rudner, and I believe they call him Spyder.
Who's Spyder Rudner? I already talked to your captain.
He said it's up to you.
You'll have to sign this release.
I'll sign whatever you want.
Adrian, he's killed four people.
That we know of.
Spyder Rudner is evil personified.
Oh, my God.
! His first arrest was in the seventh grade.
Are you sure you want to go undercover as an inmate? There's no other way.
If he knows I'm a cop, he'll never talk to me.
If Spyder Rudner knows you're a cop, he'll kill you.
He may kill you anyway just because it's Wednesday.
Lucky for you, he's been in solitary all day, so he hasn't seen you around.
You might get away with it for a day or two.
Why was he in solitary? He put a guy's head through a wall.
Why? The guy touched his stuff.
Adrian.
It's for Trudy.
Turn that down! Welcome home.
Meet your new roommate.
His name is Van Lincoln.
- You got a problem.
- No, no.
It's not a question.
I'm telling you.
You have a problem! Listen, Mr.
Spyder Aah! Don't ever say "listen" to me! Do you understand, meat? I know why you're here.
- You do? - It's the warden.
He knows I wanna be alone, so he put you here to agitate and punish me.
- What happened to my bed? - Uh, I Have you been touching my stuff? No, no, no.
Maybe a little.
I- I just Your sheets were all piled You are a dead man! I am gonna gut you like a fish! Are you Are you looking for your shiv? Are you looking for your shiv? - I moved it.
- You what? It's in the book, in the binding.
It-It-It-It's a better place to hide it.
- What'd you do to it? - I I retaped it.
I- I-I sharpened it.
You sharpened my shiv.
You made my bed.
What are you in here for? Embezzlement.
I'm doin' a nickel.
What's a "nickel"? It means "five years.
" It's prison talk.
- No, it ain't.
- It is in Lompoc.
Hey, give me a cigarette! Shut up.
You were in Lompoc? Yeah, for a while.
Then they moved me, 'cause I was too much of a bad ass.
I had a friend in Lompoc Eddie Corcoran.
Know him? Yeah.
Yeah, I knew Eddie.
What was he in for? He strangled his wife.
You might be all right.
Who's that, your old lady? Yeah.
Is she waitin' for you? Yeah, she is.
You're a lucky man.
She'll keep you strong.
Well, if it isn't "Captain Shtucklmeyer" and his cabana boy.
I'm gettin' real popular.
Is this a bad time, Dale? You're here to talk to me about the late, not so great Ray Kaspo.
- How did you guess? - Oh, I never guess, Captain.
I knew you were coming before you did.
Is that a bagel? Mm-hmm.
Want some? Oh, uh, no, thanks.
I can't.
I'm on a low-carb diet.
I understand Ray Kaspo owed you some money.
Twelve hundred dollars.
I wouldn't bend down to pick up $1,200.
I mean, even if I could.
No, I think you were trying to make an example of him.
That would be more your style.
Leland Stottlemeyer is lecturing me about style.
The world has gone mad.
You hired Adrian Monk to find the real killer.
Is that right? - Mm-hmm.
- And why would you do that? That's between me and Monk.
Well, we heard it's because you wanted a window.
They won't install one until the case is closed.
Is a window that important to you? Try living without one.
It's freezing.
I feel like I'm back in Canada.
- Is that where you're from? - Yeah, Calgary.
Born and raised.
You ever been? No, can't say that I have.
That's not what I hear.
I hear you spent some time up there with Ray Kaspo.
- Where'd you hear that? - Around.
Is it true? Maybe yes, maybe no.
- Hey, what happened to my watch? - Huh? Where the hell is my watch? It was right there! My grandfather gave me that watch.
Where is it? I- I didn't take your watch.
I swear.
You better not be lyin' to me.
Do I look like an idiot? Listen Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, Spyder.
Look, look.
I'm-I'm pretty good at finding things.
If I can find it If I can find it, you-you tell me about Calgary.
You find out who took the watch, we got a deal.
Hold on.
I have the autopsy report right here.
It's pretty bizarre.
Any idea who did this or why they'd bother? - Not yet.
- Look at the lungs.
They're completely disintegrated.
We found traces of mercury, arsenic, Benzedrine.
There's enough poison in that body to kill 10 men.
- Somebody's going to be disappointed.
- What do you mean? Well, Ray Kaspo was donating his organs to medicine.
He had a rare blood type.
AB-negative with "D" antigen.
But there's nothing left to donate.
Every organ the kidneys, the heart they've all been eaten away.
Can you at least tell me where you first met Ray Kaspo? Look, if you get my watch, then we'll talk.
Hey, yo.
! Little help? Uh - Yo.
You got a problem? - Uh, I-I can't.
What do you mean, you can't? Pick up the ball, homey.
Are you dissin' me? No, no, no, I'm not I'm not dissin' you.
I'm-I'm giving you your props.
- Man, he clownin' you, man.
- Props are good.
- Yo.
Will you just - Stay there.
Just I haven't beaten up a white boy in a long time.
It'll come back to you.
It's like ridin' a bike.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
- You'll thank me later.
- This is gonna be fun.
Okay, but before the fun, you might wanna return Spyder Rudner's watch.
What? / The watch you stole from his cell.
Uh, you can either give it to Spyder, or you can give it to me, or you can give it to Spyder.
- You're gonna wish you were never born.
- Oh, I'm way ahead of you.
It's a few minutes off.
I reset it for you.
I'll take care of them later.
That was pretty impressive.
How'd you know it was him? Well, I figured whoever stole your watch would keep their sleeves rolled down, so you couldn't see it.
There were only four guys in the whole yard with their sleeves rolled down, and he was the tallest.
Why tall? The shelf in your cell is four feet from the bars.
He's the only one who could reach it.
That's pretty sharp.
Now what can I do for you? All I want is for you to tell me about Calgary and about Ray Kaspo.
There's nothin' to tell.
I never met the guy, and I swear on my mother's eyes I've never been in Calgary.
Now, whoever is telling you that, they're settin' you up.
How difficult was it to do research for this book? Well, normally it's not, but this was extremely difficult.
He doesn't talk to anybody, so I had to try to get ahold of his family - Mr.
Monk.
- You look surprised.
Why would I be surprised? Maybe because Spyder Rudner didn't kill me.
Where's the friggin'remote? 'Cause we're missin'the game.
I'm Jim Moret.
Welcome to Book Talk.
Reclusive billionaire Lambert Lawson died today of kidney failure.
- Mrs.
Fairbourn? /- Our guest today is the author of Richer Than God Mrs.
Fairbourn? - Is this a bad time? - Yes, yes, this is a bad time.
Thank you, Jim.
Congratulations.
This book is a huge success, and I understand it's selling a lot better than your first book.
It would be hard not to.
My first book sold, like, 50 copies, and I think my mother bought 42 of them.
Mrs.
Fairbourn, Spyder Rudner said he never met Ray Kaspo and had never been to Calgary.
Well, Mr.
Monk, who are you going to believe, me or a man who killed four people? - Right now, we're not sure.
- Mrs.
F.
, have you seen the remote control? Because the knob's broke, and we're missin' the game.
No, Manny, I'm sorry.
I haven't.
- Have you seen the remote? - No.
Are you calling me a liar, Mr.
Monk? I think I'm calling you a lot more than that.
This is a controversial book, isn't it? Uh, I didn't think so, but, uh, Mr.
Lawson apparently did.
He was suing me for 70 million dollars when he died.
So, I guess you're off the hook now? - I guess so.
- Thank you, ma'am.
There could only be one reason why you'd want Adrian dead.
And why would that be? To prevent me from implicating you in the death of Ray Kaspo.
Why would I want to kill Ray Kaspo, especially on the very evening of his execution? What could I possibly gain from that? I don't know.
Well, when you find out, we could chat again.
Have a good day.
He ended up sheltering his whole life, you know, with his money.
He kind of kept his whole life out of the public view, out of out of everything.
Socially, he was just he was a hermit.
That's really interesting.
We'll be back with more of J.
T.
DeMornay right after this.
Stay with us.
All right! Oh, my God.
Okay.
We know how, we know who, and the answer to why, it's got to be in this book.
- Has Disher called yet? - Uh, not yet.
Is this everything on Ray Kaspo? What are you looking for? Letters to or from a hospital.
He was an organ donor.
Try the blue folders.
Hello? Hi, it's Karen in the warden's office.
- You guys are working late.
- Yeah, tell me about it.
Are Mr.
Monk and Miss Fleming still there? I'm looking right at them.
Well, the warden wants to see 'em right away in the rec room.
It's important.
That's all I know.
Well, I'm glad I decided to stick around.
I'll go.
You stay here, wait for Disher's call.
/ Okay.
- You sure you're gonna be okay? - I'll be fine.
It's just down one, two, three, four, five hallways.
Okay, fine.
Hello? Warden Christie? Hello? Hello? Hey, you were right.
Lambert Lawson was AB-negative with "D" antigen.
- It's the rarest blood type in the world.
- Thanks.
I'll call you later.
Where's Mr.
Monk? I'm guessing that was that was incredibly painful, huh? Hello? Yeah.
There are Nazis here in the rec room.
This is a Nazi alert! The phone is dead.
So are you.
- The lines are cut! - Oh, my God! Lock down the whole block.
Get security down there now.
- Miss Fleming, what the hell's going on? - It's all about him.
- Lambert Lawson? - Yes, yes.
Lambert Lawson was suing the author of this book for millions of dollars.
So what? / So now that he's dead, the lawsuit's gonna be thrown out.
What the hell does a dead billionaire have to do with one of my prisoners being poisoned? Everything, everything.
Lambert Lawson died because he needed a kidney transplant.
He was AB-negative with a "D" antigen.
It's the rarest blood type in the world.
Guess who had the same blood type? Ray Kaspo.
Okay.
All right.
Boys, come on.
Hey, no violence.
Violence is not the answer.
So Lawson was waiting for Ray Kaspo's kidney? Right, right.
Meanwhile, J.
T.
DeMornay, who wrote this book, wanted Lawson dead.
- DeMornay.
Do I know him? - You know his mother Sylvia.
The reading lady? / Yep.
She used her maiden name when she applied here.
Here, read the dedication.
"For my mother, Sylvia, who makes all things possible.
" She came here to kill Ray Kaspo.
She paid Tucker the cook to spike his last meal with enough poison to destroy his organs.
Wouldn't a lethal injection have ruined the kidneys anyway? No, no.
The injection attacks the nervous system, not the organs.
By destroying that kidney, she murdered Lawson to protect her son.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Adrian! Find Mrs.
Fairbourn.
Don't let her leave the prison.
Come on.
Follow me.
Let's go! Come on! Get him! One second.
I'm missing a sock here.
All right, Adolf.
Let him go.
It's not about you, Spyder.
- This guy's a friend of mine.
- He's a cop! Ah, so I've heard.
Let him go.
You'd side with a cop over us? I'd side with a cucaracha over you.
Get on the ground! - Yeah, right now! - On the ground! Yeah! - Get him out of here! Come on! - Move! Move it! Move! Get these guys out of here! Adrian! Adrian! / Sharona.
- Are you okay? - I figured out why Mrs.
Fairbourn No, no.
I know, I know.
I just did the whole summation.
Get 'em out of here.
! Get 'em out.
Spyder, you saved my life.
I come up for parole in 50 years.
If you're still around, why don't you come around and tell the board all about it? I'll do that.
- Get him out of here.
- Come on.
Good job.
Mr.
M.
Congratulations.
- I knew you could do it.
- Thank you, Dale.
It was your faith in me that kept me going in my darkest hour.
Oh, no.
- I see you got your window.
- Mm-hmm.
Yep.
Now I can see the world, but still not be part of the world.
Something else we have in common.
You promised us some information.
Did I? Don't make me laugh.
It hurts.
All right.
A deal is a deal.
I'll tell you all I know.
The bomb that took Trudy from you was not intended for you.
It was meant for her.
Adrian.
It was her they were after.
I know you've always blamed yourself for her death.
Now you don't have to.
I absolve you, Adrian Monk.
That's my good deed for the decade.
Why? W- Why her? Oh, I can't help you there.
You ever been to New York? - No.
- Have Sharona pack your bags.
That's where you'll find the man you're looking for.
His name is Warrick Tennyson.
Did Did he kill her? He was involved.
That's all I have.
- How do you know all this? - Oh, sweetheart, I am Dale the Whale! You'd better not be lying to him.
It's the truth, as God is my witness.
He is your witness, and so am I.
Well, I guess we're going to New York.
Well, congratulations, Monk.
You solved the case.
- It's all over the radio.
- Oh, man.
What are you doing? Oh, the sky, the grass.
I forgot how beautiful they were.
Monk, you were only in there for a day and a half.
Yeah, Randy, I did my bit, and I did it standing up.
I'm gonna tell you people something.
Prison changes a man.
Don't you wish? Bon voyage, Mr.
Monk.
So we're a "go.
" Where's Ray Kaspo? He's in the holding cell having his last meaI ribs and chili.
Ribs and chili? That might kill him before we do.
Hey, Ray, how you doin'? I'm good.
I'm okay.
I had 'em add a ton of extra sauce.
I told them that's how you liked it.
Thanks, Abbie.
I, uh I heard about the appeals court.
Bastards.
Yeah, well, I'm not surprised.
Story of my life.
Hey.
Why don't you give that to your daughter? You told me she likes to draw.
- Your paint set.
- WelI I didn't have anybody else to give it to.
Thanks for everything, Abbie.
You stay strong, man.
Hey, Abbie, tell the guys tell everybody I'm at peace.
See ya, Ray.
Hey, guard! Guard, get in here! Open it up! Hurry! Okay, we're ready He's been poisoned.
Poisoned? Why? MONK Season 2 Epi.
16 Mr.
Monk Goes to Jail ÅäÏ ¼£·Ó ºñƼ ½ ÷ Á¦À̽¼ ±×·¹ÀÌ ½ºÅÄÆ÷µå Å×µå ¸®¹ÙÀÎ ½ÌÅ©ÆíÁý À±¼±¿µ Çѱ۹ø¿ª È«°üÈ£ Çѱ۱³Á¤ Hey, you okay? Well, you've been inside a prison before, right? I've been to holding cells and visiting rooms.
They were bad enough.
All right, come on.
Hi, uh, Adrian Monk, Sharona Fleming.
- Captain Stottlemeyer's expecting us.
- All right, keep these on.
This is how we tell the good guys from the bad guys.
- And you'll step right this way.
- Okay, thanks.
Let's go.
Step over here for me, please.
Raise your arms, palms up, please.
What-What are What are you doing? I have to pat you down.
Just raise your arms.
Palms up.
Very good.
Turn around for me.
No, not-not in a circle.
Face the wall.
There you go.
Aah! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait.
Okay.
Aah! Okay, wait a second.
Wait.
Whoa.
Stop.
Just a minute.
Just a second.
O- O-O-O-Okay.
Go ahead.
Aah! What are you trying to prove? - What are you doing? - I can't.
Yes, you can.
- This is - You're acting like a child.
Sorry.
Okay.
Aah! Wait! Okay.
Wait, wait, wait.
All right, here.
How about this? I'll pat myself down.
You're gonna pat yourself down? I'm an honest man.
I'm an ex-cop.
You can trust me.
You're an ex-cop? Wait.
Wait, wait.
What's this? Oh, hey, hold on a second.
What is this? Nail clippers? Where do I think I'm goin' with these? Can't bring that in here.
I'll get these back when I leave.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Hey, Monk.
The crime scene is in here.
I'm-I'm fine.
I'm good.
I- I can see it from here.
Who-Who made the chili? We did, in our own kitchen.
I got Detective Leveaugh talking to the cooks.
I think that's a bust.
- Who brought him the food? - A trustee named Abernathy.
He's one of Kaspo's closest friends.
I just talked to him.
He's real upset about this, but I think he's clean.
What did Ray Kaspo do? Six years ago, he shot a gas station attendant in a robbery.
Well, maybe the victim's family did it for revenge.
No, no.
That letter is from the victim's family.
They say they forgive him that they're praying for him.
Well, maybe they lied.
No.
Their name is Lapp.
They're from Strasburg, Pennsylvania.
They're Mennonite.
Pacifists.
They don't believe in violence.
I think you're right, but that still leaves us with the big question: Why would anybody bother to spike a condemned prisoner's last meal? His last meal? He was scheduled to be executed at midnight.
- What do you think? - I think I'm out of here.
- I'm going home.
- Adrian! I'm not sure it matters who killed this guy.
He was gonna die in 45 minutes anyway.
Sharona, I hate this place.
I- I-I can't breathe in here.
It's like - It's like a prison.
- It is a prison! - Leaving so soon? - Not soon enough.
Could you open the gate, please? Main gate.
/ Could you open the gate, please? Yeah, he's still here.
It's for you.
Hello? Adrian Monk, as I live and breathe.
- Dale the Whale.
- Hey, come in.
The door's open.
Apparently, they don't consider me much of an escape risk.
Hey, hey, hey! Wipe your feet.
They just cleaned my carpet.
You're looking well.
Oh, you smooth talker.
Oh! You brought the irrepressible Sharona Fleming.
Uh, are you guys hungry? Would you like an egg roll? It's not the best, but it's the only one that delivers.
Okay, hit me.
Ah.
! You slut.
! It's cold.
! Nuke it! It seems prison agrees with you, Dale.
Well, and why wouldn't it? After all, I've been inside this prison all of my life.
That's very poetic.
Well, of course, it doesn't compare with the prison you built for yourself.
What is it you want, Dale? You said it was important.
Well, there's the Adrian Monk we know and love.
Your fear is huge, but your curiosity is huger.
- I wanna make you an offer.
- Oh, please, drop dead.
Well, you'd think I would have by now, wouldn't you? Please, let's get out of here.
Come on.
You help me, I'll help you.
One hand washes the other.
Now, there's a metaphor I know you can relate to.
As you know, a man was murdered in here last night.
/ Come on.
Soon, the police, who are not as imaginative as you, will begin to focus on me.
I had a motive.
The young man owed me $1,200.
You wouldn't kill anyone for $1,200.
Well, you know that, but they don't.
They've already questioned me twice.
Here's my problem.
As you can see, I have, uh, become accustomed to a certain standard of living in here.
And until this case is solved, things are gonna be very difficult for me.
For example, they were supposed to install a window in that wall, right there, so I could watch the sun set.
I assume the sun still sets every evening.
Adrian Monk I want my window! Get me my window.
! How? Stay here.
Solve the case.
Forget about it.
We're not gonna work for you, and we never will.
Right? Right? In exchange for what? What you want, Adrian.
What you need information.
You solve this murder, and I tell you everything I know about the man who killed your wife.
Huh? You really think Dale the Whale's gonna help you? He hates you.
You're the reason why he's in here.
I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.
This is about Trudy now.
I need you to help me focus.
Mr.
Monk, you were asking about our kitchen.
It's right down here.
I know you spoke to Dale Biederbeck.
He's on our list of suspects.
Sir, I really don't think he's involved in this.
/ It's inexplicable.
Why would anyone murder a condemned prisoner one hour before his execution? Maybe somebody was trying to shut him up.
They were afraid he was gonna confess something in the last minute.
Doubtful.
Ray Kaspo had recently found religion.
He was calling reporters every day apologizing for his sins, confessing to whatever he had ever done.
The boy was all talked out.
Excuse me.
Ex Ex - Thanks, man.
- You're welcome.
We can get you a smaller sweatshirt.
Oh, no, I'm fine, thanks.
Our kitchen staff prepares over That's more than most hotels.
- How's the food? - Well, it must be good.
Everybody here is a repeat customer.
Who prepared Mr.
Kaspo's last meal? I did.
The chili was sitting on that stove for an hour.
Anybody in the kitchen could have spiked it.
- What are you looking at? - Uh, there's one, uh - It's dangling.
- What's it to you? - Maybe-Maybe you could tuck it in.
- Why should I? It's-It's-It's distracting to all of us.
- I think I'm speaking for everyone here.
- Hey, hey.
Remember why we're here, okay? Come on.
/ Did you know the condemned prisoner Ray Kaspo? Never laid eyes on him.
I had no beef against the guy.
And if I did, hell, I'd just wait until midnight, let the State do the dirty deed for me.
Mm-hmm.
- I think if you put - Do you love me? - No, no, I - Then don't be touchin' me! Please, please.
Stand here.
Please? - Hey, hey.
You've been in rehab, right? - How did you know? I'm a nurse.
I can see the track marks.
So you know about addiction, right? Okay.
Well, my boss has a jones for neatness, okay? It's my jones.
And he needs a fix real bad.
You talkin' about my hair? You know what it's like.
It's the worst feeling in the world.
Sorry, brother.
Thank you, brother.
Not like that.
Like this.
Can you get a wipe? I think we're almost done.
Mr.
Monk, do you have any other questions? Uh, just-just one.
Just one.
Where is Mr.
Tucker? According to this time card, he didn't punch out yesterday.
Well, the last time I seen him, he was in the auxiliary freezer doing inventory.
I want a total lockdown.
Call the medical examiner.
What the hell is going on? Check his pockets.
Somebody paid him to poison the chili.
- And then had second thoughts.
- They were afraid he'd talk.
At least we know how the meal was poisoned.
But we still don't know who was behind it, or why.
Excuse me, Mr.
Monk.
This is for you.
Yes, "from a volcano.
" It's a metaphor.
Hey, hey, hey.
Look who died.
- Lambert Lawson, of kidney failure.
- I heard.
Five billion dollars.
Wonder who's gonna get it? Not us.
Mr.
Monk and, uh, Miss Fleming, I presume? Ma'am, did you send me this note? Yes.
I'm Sylvia Fairbourn.
I run the reading program here.
Oh, excuse me one minute.
Terry, why don't you take that book and keep it? Uh, I have lots of copies.
It's my favorite book.
And you can read chapter seven on your own? - You mean, read it without you? - Oh, you can do it.
You remind me of my son Jimmy.
He wasn't very good in school, but I wouldn't let him quit.
Okay, Mrs.
F.
- I'll give it a shot.
- There you go.
I could've used a teacher like you.
Well, I haven't been at it very long, but already it's-it's the most satisfying job I've ever had.
Mrs.
Fairbourn, you-you said you had some information for me? Yes.
I heard you were in here asking about Ray Kaspo.
I don't know if it means anything, but he was in here a week ago, and I heard him talking to another inmate.
What were they talking about? Well, Mr.
Kaspo said that before he was injected, he intended to tell the world about what happened in Calgary.
In Calgary? / Yes.
And the other inmate said, "I'll see you in hell first.
" Who was the other inmate? His name is, uh, Darnell Rudner, and I believe they call him Spyder.
Who's Spyder Rudner? I already talked to your captain.
He said it's up to you.
You'll have to sign this release.
I'll sign whatever you want.
Adrian, he's killed four people.
That we know of.
Spyder Rudner is evil personified.
Oh, my God.
! His first arrest was in the seventh grade.
Are you sure you want to go undercover as an inmate? There's no other way.
If he knows I'm a cop, he'll never talk to me.
If Spyder Rudner knows you're a cop, he'll kill you.
He may kill you anyway just because it's Wednesday.
Lucky for you, he's been in solitary all day, so he hasn't seen you around.
You might get away with it for a day or two.
Why was he in solitary? He put a guy's head through a wall.
Why? The guy touched his stuff.
Adrian.
It's for Trudy.
Turn that down! Welcome home.
Meet your new roommate.
His name is Van Lincoln.
- You got a problem.
- No, no.
It's not a question.
I'm telling you.
You have a problem! Listen, Mr.
Spyder Aah! Don't ever say "listen" to me! Do you understand, meat? I know why you're here.
- You do? - It's the warden.
He knows I wanna be alone, so he put you here to agitate and punish me.
- What happened to my bed? - Uh, I Have you been touching my stuff? No, no, no.
Maybe a little.
I- I just Your sheets were all piled You are a dead man! I am gonna gut you like a fish! Are you Are you looking for your shiv? Are you looking for your shiv? - I moved it.
- You what? It's in the book, in the binding.
It-It-It-It's a better place to hide it.
- What'd you do to it? - I I retaped it.
I- I-I sharpened it.
You sharpened my shiv.
You made my bed.
What are you in here for? Embezzlement.
I'm doin' a nickel.
What's a "nickel"? It means "five years.
" It's prison talk.
- No, it ain't.
- It is in Lompoc.
Hey, give me a cigarette! Shut up.
You were in Lompoc? Yeah, for a while.
Then they moved me, 'cause I was too much of a bad ass.
I had a friend in Lompoc Eddie Corcoran.
Know him? Yeah.
Yeah, I knew Eddie.
What was he in for? He strangled his wife.
You might be all right.
Who's that, your old lady? Yeah.
Is she waitin' for you? Yeah, she is.
You're a lucky man.
She'll keep you strong.
Well, if it isn't "Captain Shtucklmeyer" and his cabana boy.
I'm gettin' real popular.
Is this a bad time, Dale? You're here to talk to me about the late, not so great Ray Kaspo.
- How did you guess? - Oh, I never guess, Captain.
I knew you were coming before you did.
Is that a bagel? Mm-hmm.
Want some? Oh, uh, no, thanks.
I can't.
I'm on a low-carb diet.
I understand Ray Kaspo owed you some money.
Twelve hundred dollars.
I wouldn't bend down to pick up $1,200.
I mean, even if I could.
No, I think you were trying to make an example of him.
That would be more your style.
Leland Stottlemeyer is lecturing me about style.
The world has gone mad.
You hired Adrian Monk to find the real killer.
Is that right? - Mm-hmm.
- And why would you do that? That's between me and Monk.
Well, we heard it's because you wanted a window.
They won't install one until the case is closed.
Is a window that important to you? Try living without one.
It's freezing.
I feel like I'm back in Canada.
- Is that where you're from? - Yeah, Calgary.
Born and raised.
You ever been? No, can't say that I have.
That's not what I hear.
I hear you spent some time up there with Ray Kaspo.
- Where'd you hear that? - Around.
Is it true? Maybe yes, maybe no.
- Hey, what happened to my watch? - Huh? Where the hell is my watch? It was right there! My grandfather gave me that watch.
Where is it? I- I didn't take your watch.
I swear.
You better not be lyin' to me.
Do I look like an idiot? Listen Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, Spyder.
Look, look.
I'm-I'm pretty good at finding things.
If I can find it If I can find it, you-you tell me about Calgary.
You find out who took the watch, we got a deal.
Hold on.
I have the autopsy report right here.
It's pretty bizarre.
Any idea who did this or why they'd bother? - Not yet.
- Look at the lungs.
They're completely disintegrated.
We found traces of mercury, arsenic, Benzedrine.
There's enough poison in that body to kill 10 men.
- Somebody's going to be disappointed.
- What do you mean? Well, Ray Kaspo was donating his organs to medicine.
He had a rare blood type.
AB-negative with "D" antigen.
But there's nothing left to donate.
Every organ the kidneys, the heart they've all been eaten away.
Can you at least tell me where you first met Ray Kaspo? Look, if you get my watch, then we'll talk.
Hey, yo.
! Little help? Uh - Yo.
You got a problem? - Uh, I-I can't.
What do you mean, you can't? Pick up the ball, homey.
Are you dissin' me? No, no, no, I'm not I'm not dissin' you.
I'm-I'm giving you your props.
- Man, he clownin' you, man.
- Props are good.
- Yo.
Will you just - Stay there.
Just I haven't beaten up a white boy in a long time.
It'll come back to you.
It's like ridin' a bike.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
- You'll thank me later.
- This is gonna be fun.
Okay, but before the fun, you might wanna return Spyder Rudner's watch.
What? / The watch you stole from his cell.
Uh, you can either give it to Spyder, or you can give it to me, or you can give it to Spyder.
- You're gonna wish you were never born.
- Oh, I'm way ahead of you.
It's a few minutes off.
I reset it for you.
I'll take care of them later.
That was pretty impressive.
How'd you know it was him? Well, I figured whoever stole your watch would keep their sleeves rolled down, so you couldn't see it.
There were only four guys in the whole yard with their sleeves rolled down, and he was the tallest.
Why tall? The shelf in your cell is four feet from the bars.
He's the only one who could reach it.
That's pretty sharp.
Now what can I do for you? All I want is for you to tell me about Calgary and about Ray Kaspo.
There's nothin' to tell.
I never met the guy, and I swear on my mother's eyes I've never been in Calgary.
Now, whoever is telling you that, they're settin' you up.
How difficult was it to do research for this book? Well, normally it's not, but this was extremely difficult.
He doesn't talk to anybody, so I had to try to get ahold of his family - Mr.
Monk.
- You look surprised.
Why would I be surprised? Maybe because Spyder Rudner didn't kill me.
Where's the friggin'remote? 'Cause we're missin'the game.
I'm Jim Moret.
Welcome to Book Talk.
Reclusive billionaire Lambert Lawson died today of kidney failure.
- Mrs.
Fairbourn? /- Our guest today is the author of Richer Than God Mrs.
Fairbourn? - Is this a bad time? - Yes, yes, this is a bad time.
Thank you, Jim.
Congratulations.
This book is a huge success, and I understand it's selling a lot better than your first book.
It would be hard not to.
My first book sold, like, 50 copies, and I think my mother bought 42 of them.
Mrs.
Fairbourn, Spyder Rudner said he never met Ray Kaspo and had never been to Calgary.
Well, Mr.
Monk, who are you going to believe, me or a man who killed four people? - Right now, we're not sure.
- Mrs.
F.
, have you seen the remote control? Because the knob's broke, and we're missin' the game.
No, Manny, I'm sorry.
I haven't.
- Have you seen the remote? - No.
Are you calling me a liar, Mr.
Monk? I think I'm calling you a lot more than that.
This is a controversial book, isn't it? Uh, I didn't think so, but, uh, Mr.
Lawson apparently did.
He was suing me for 70 million dollars when he died.
So, I guess you're off the hook now? - I guess so.
- Thank you, ma'am.
There could only be one reason why you'd want Adrian dead.
And why would that be? To prevent me from implicating you in the death of Ray Kaspo.
Why would I want to kill Ray Kaspo, especially on the very evening of his execution? What could I possibly gain from that? I don't know.
Well, when you find out, we could chat again.
Have a good day.
He ended up sheltering his whole life, you know, with his money.
He kind of kept his whole life out of the public view, out of out of everything.
Socially, he was just he was a hermit.
That's really interesting.
We'll be back with more of J.
T.
DeMornay right after this.
Stay with us.
All right! Oh, my God.
Okay.
We know how, we know who, and the answer to why, it's got to be in this book.
- Has Disher called yet? - Uh, not yet.
Is this everything on Ray Kaspo? What are you looking for? Letters to or from a hospital.
He was an organ donor.
Try the blue folders.
Hello? Hi, it's Karen in the warden's office.
- You guys are working late.
- Yeah, tell me about it.
Are Mr.
Monk and Miss Fleming still there? I'm looking right at them.
Well, the warden wants to see 'em right away in the rec room.
It's important.
That's all I know.
Well, I'm glad I decided to stick around.
I'll go.
You stay here, wait for Disher's call.
/ Okay.
- You sure you're gonna be okay? - I'll be fine.
It's just down one, two, three, four, five hallways.
Okay, fine.
Hello? Warden Christie? Hello? Hello? Hey, you were right.
Lambert Lawson was AB-negative with "D" antigen.
- It's the rarest blood type in the world.
- Thanks.
I'll call you later.
Where's Mr.
Monk? I'm guessing that was that was incredibly painful, huh? Hello? Yeah.
There are Nazis here in the rec room.
This is a Nazi alert! The phone is dead.
So are you.
- The lines are cut! - Oh, my God! Lock down the whole block.
Get security down there now.
- Miss Fleming, what the hell's going on? - It's all about him.
- Lambert Lawson? - Yes, yes.
Lambert Lawson was suing the author of this book for millions of dollars.
So what? / So now that he's dead, the lawsuit's gonna be thrown out.
What the hell does a dead billionaire have to do with one of my prisoners being poisoned? Everything, everything.
Lambert Lawson died because he needed a kidney transplant.
He was AB-negative with a "D" antigen.
It's the rarest blood type in the world.
Guess who had the same blood type? Ray Kaspo.
Okay.
All right.
Boys, come on.
Hey, no violence.
Violence is not the answer.
So Lawson was waiting for Ray Kaspo's kidney? Right, right.
Meanwhile, J.
T.
DeMornay, who wrote this book, wanted Lawson dead.
- DeMornay.
Do I know him? - You know his mother Sylvia.
The reading lady? / Yep.
She used her maiden name when she applied here.
Here, read the dedication.
"For my mother, Sylvia, who makes all things possible.
" She came here to kill Ray Kaspo.
She paid Tucker the cook to spike his last meal with enough poison to destroy his organs.
Wouldn't a lethal injection have ruined the kidneys anyway? No, no.
The injection attacks the nervous system, not the organs.
By destroying that kidney, she murdered Lawson to protect her son.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Adrian! Find Mrs.
Fairbourn.
Don't let her leave the prison.
Come on.
Follow me.
Let's go! Come on! Get him! One second.
I'm missing a sock here.
All right, Adolf.
Let him go.
It's not about you, Spyder.
- This guy's a friend of mine.
- He's a cop! Ah, so I've heard.
Let him go.
You'd side with a cop over us? I'd side with a cucaracha over you.
Get on the ground! - Yeah, right now! - On the ground! Yeah! - Get him out of here! Come on! - Move! Move it! Move! Get these guys out of here! Adrian! Adrian! / Sharona.
- Are you okay? - I figured out why Mrs.
Fairbourn No, no.
I know, I know.
I just did the whole summation.
Get 'em out of here.
! Get 'em out.
Spyder, you saved my life.
I come up for parole in 50 years.
If you're still around, why don't you come around and tell the board all about it? I'll do that.
- Get him out of here.
- Come on.
Good job.
Mr.
M.
Congratulations.
- I knew you could do it.
- Thank you, Dale.
It was your faith in me that kept me going in my darkest hour.
Oh, no.
- I see you got your window.
- Mm-hmm.
Yep.
Now I can see the world, but still not be part of the world.
Something else we have in common.
You promised us some information.
Did I? Don't make me laugh.
It hurts.
All right.
A deal is a deal.
I'll tell you all I know.
The bomb that took Trudy from you was not intended for you.
It was meant for her.
Adrian.
It was her they were after.
I know you've always blamed yourself for her death.
Now you don't have to.
I absolve you, Adrian Monk.
That's my good deed for the decade.
Why? W- Why her? Oh, I can't help you there.
You ever been to New York? - No.
- Have Sharona pack your bags.
That's where you'll find the man you're looking for.
His name is Warrick Tennyson.
Did Did he kill her? He was involved.
That's all I have.
- How do you know all this? - Oh, sweetheart, I am Dale the Whale! You'd better not be lying to him.
It's the truth, as God is my witness.
He is your witness, and so am I.
Well, I guess we're going to New York.
Well, congratulations, Monk.
You solved the case.
- It's all over the radio.
- Oh, man.
What are you doing? Oh, the sky, the grass.
I forgot how beautiful they were.
Monk, you were only in there for a day and a half.
Yeah, Randy, I did my bit, and I did it standing up.
I'm gonna tell you people something.
Prison changes a man.
Don't you wish? Bon voyage, Mr.
Monk.