Monk (2002–2009): Season 4, Episode 10 - Mr. Monk Goes to a Fashion Show - full transcript

How are you today?
Do you see anything you like?

Uh, is Dennis here?
He usually takes care of me.

Oh, no, I'm afraid Dennis quit.
He quit?

Yeah, apparently he had one
regular customer that was driving him crazy.

Now we're gonna be up all night
wondering who that was.

Can I help you?
[Inhales]

Dennis quit.
Yes, we are looking for another shirt just like this.

Y-You want the same shirt?
Identical, yeah.

Same color, same pattern.
16-inch neck, 33-inch sleeve.

Okay, but you already have one
of those, so, um, maybe it's time to try a little variety-

[Natalie Clears Throat]
Because-



Or maybe not.

Okay, um, uh, yeah.
Here you go.

16-inch collar, 33 sleeve.

[Sighs]

No, yeah, this, uh, this was
inspected by Number 6.

I'm not a big fan of Number 6.
Do you have any that are inspected by Number 8?

[Chuckles]
You're kidding, right?

You're-You're not kidding.

Okay, um, the customer's
always right.

[Whispering]
At least until today.

Um, Number 5, Number 2.
Okay, here you go.

Inspected by Number 8.
Ah! There it is.

Is- Is there really a difference?

Are you kidding?
Look at this.



Look, she's an artist.

Oh, I've been admiring
her work for years.

You know, every shirt, every stitch,

every button is perfect.

There's a tear.
There's a tear. Where, where, where?

There's a tear, right there.
[Sighs] And look at this.

This sleeve is all wrong.
It's completely crooked.

Well, maybe she had a bad day.
No, that's not possible.

I know Inspector Number 8.

She never lets anything
get past her.

Mr. Monk, are you okay?

Natalie, something's wrong.
What?

Something is very wrong
with Inspector Number 8.

Dennis?

Dennis!

[Sobs]

[Sobbing]

## [Up-tempo Folk]

# It's a jungle out there #

# Disorder and confusion
everywhere #

# No one seems to care #

# Well, I do
Hey, who's in charge here #

# It's a jungle out there #

# Poison in the very air
we breathe #

# Do you know what's in the water
that you drink, well, I do #

# And it's amazing #

# People think I'm crazy
'cause I worry all the time #

# If you paid attention
you'd be worried too #

# You better pay attention
or this world we love so much #

# Mightjust kill you #

# I could be wrong now #

# But I don't think so #

# 'Cause it's a jungle out there #

# It's a jungle out there ##

[Camera Shutters Clicking]
Mrs. Hammond, I need to hear this again, please.

Now, you came home and you
found your husband on the floor about an hour ago.

Yes.
And he'd been stabbed.

- Yes.
- It's not funny.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's not funny.

Inspector Number 8 was very
important to me because no matter how bad things got,

I knew I could
always count on her.

Mr. Monk, you understand
you're talking about someone you have never even met...

who works in a factory somewhere
who inspects shirts!

She's my soul mate.
You don't even know if it's a man or a woman.

I love her.
I think she's in trouble.

Okay, maybe she's retired.
Maybe there's a new Number 8.

No, it's not possible.

She would never retire.
She loves her work.

Look at this shirt.
Now, Inspector Number 5,

I can see him retiring
because he stopped caring years ago.

Monk.
What?

They're about to take the body
away. Wanna come have a look?

I'll be right there!
I've only got five shirts left.

Wh-Wh-What if I spill something?
What if one rips?

What's up?
[Monk] It's like an endangered species now.

He's obsessing over shirts.

Look, put two shirts
in the dryer. Yeah?

Close the door.
See if they mate.

Hey, Monk?
What?

What do you think?
About what?

About the dead guy
in the kitchen. Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.

I was thinking about
something else.

He's worried about the woman
who inspects his shirts. I've been to three different stores.

Captain, the stitching, i-i-it's all-
It's all wrong.

The collars are crooked-
Okay, Captain, just please fill us in.

Okay, they're both
classical musicians.

They got married about
six months ago. It's just not like her.

The wife was down at the
rehearsal studio practicing her cello.

She comes home 3:30,
she finds her husband dead on the kitchen floor,

room temperature,
stabbed three times.

Well, she's lying.
She wasn't practicing.

You can't play the cello wearing
a long skirt like that. You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna find Inspector 8.
I'm gonna track her down.

Shirt factory's in Rockaway.
That's two hours from here.

I think he's right.
Yeah. Take her downtown.

[Chuckles]
Hey, Monk.

Thank you.
For what?

- You solved the case.
- Oh, yeah, sure.

If she is in trouble,
maybe I can help her.

That's Number 4.
He's a hack.

He makes Inspector Number 10
look like Inspector Number 6.

[Man On P.A.]
Maria, line one. Maria.

Hi. [Aside] 6.

There she is.
There she is.

That's her.
That's Number 8.

Well, are you gonna ask her out?

No, I'm just, um- I'm nervous.

Okay, go on. Go on.

Excuse me,
[Voice Quivers] Number 8?

[Sighs]
I'm Adrian Monk.

This is my friend, Natalie Teeger.
Adrian Monk? The same?

[Monk]
Oh, you saved it.! That's the only fan letter I ever wrote.

I am Maria Ortiz.

Maria, it's an honor
and a pleasure.

It's so nice when you can put
a face with the-the little tag in the pocket.

Uh-oh.
Are you approving this?

Th-Th-This has a little-
little stain there.

I knew it. I knew it.
[Sobs]

You are upset about something.
Maria, Mr. Monk has been really worried about you.

It's not me.
It's my son, Pablo.

Oh, I remember this case.

The model, Clea Vance.
The papers are wrong. Everyone is wrong.

Pablo is a good boy.
He's innocent.

Oh! I know it's hard.

You might feel better if you
focused on your work,

you know, and started
inspecting these shirts again.

[Sighs]
Here's the thing, Maria. Um-

I've, uh- I've only got
five shirts left.

Mr. Monk. Mr. Monk.
You can help her.

Yes. Uh, Maria, Mr. Monk
is a detective.

He's-He's a great detective.
He's famous.

And you came here to help my boy?

Um, well, no, actually.

My, uh- My first priority
really is, uh,

to get you to focus again,
you know, because,

um, the shirts, Maria-

Mr. Monk, I have been praying for
such a one as you to help me-

Great.
Pablo is innocent.

When you talk to him,
you will see. Whoa, when I talk to him?

Uh, no.
L-l-l-l-l-I never agreed.

[Sobbing]
Oh, my gosh.

Oh, Maria,
I'm so sorry, sweetie.

Stop it.

How did this happen?
How do you talk me into these things?

Because it's the right
thing to do. Have you read this?

Look at-
There are witnesses. There's D.N.A. Evidence.

Natalie, he did it.
There's no doubt about it.

Well, it doesn't hurt
to meet him.

[Buzzer Buzzes]
If I go back to Maria and tell her that her son is guilty,

she'll completely fall apart,
which would be worse because I am down to five shirts.

- Mr. Monk. Miss Teeger?
- Yes.

L-I talked to my mother.
She told me you were coming.

How do you know my mother?
From her work at the factory. I'm a big fan.

- A fan?
- Pablo, your mother asked that we look into your case.

- We'd like to hear your side.
- I did not kill Clea Vance. That is my side.

I never met her.
I never see her.

There was a fashion show
at a big hotel. I was a delivery boy.

I delivered some clothes there,
then I go home.

The next day, I'm arrested.

[Sighs, Speaks Spanish]

"It is a nightmare."

Pablo, your D.N.A.
Was all over the victim.

Your blood.
Your hair.

How do you explain that?

[Sighs]

I don't know.

It's a mistake.

Uh, a misunderstanding?

Clea Vance had a roommate who
testified that Clea was afraid of you.

She says that you were
stalking her.

Look. It says right here,

"Pablo Ortiz was obsessed with her."

You see that, right there?

I see it.

You're lying, Pablo.
It doesn't say that.

You can't read English, can you?

No, sir. I was raised
in Mexico with my father.

I have been here 3 years only,

and I can speak English, but...

I cannot read.

[Sighs]

What is it?

- That's an emergency exit.
- Yeah?

Well, the killer didn't use it.

According to this floor plan,

he would have had to go all the way
around back through the kitchen.

It was crowded.
It was risky.

Somebody could have seen him.
Yeah, but he wouldn't use it. The alarm would sound.

Exactly. Whoever killed
this woman read that sign.

And Pablo can't read.

Do you think he's innocent?
You do, don't you?

The dead model, right?
I remember this case. I did the work on this one myself.

- Is there any new evidence?
- No. Monk met the killer's mother.

- She's a shirt inspector.
- She swears he's innocent.

Oh, I know. That's the hardest
part of the job, the mother's crying and pleading.

- That's one thing
I'm not gonna miss. - Where are you going?

Didn't you hear?
I'm retiring.

There's a party for me on Friday
if you wanna come.

Cool. Absolutely. I'm there.
You're retiring? How old are you?

46.
Did you win the lottery?

No, I've been investing,
real estate.

- What have you been doing
with your savings? - Uh, eating.

You know, I need to talk
to my accountant.

Wait, you have an accountant?
Nope, gonna have to get an accountant.

- Then I'm gonna talk to him.
- There's something wrong with this picture.

- What?
- I don't know. Something.

So these are her shoes?

That's right. Yeah, you see
this blood and this hair and these fibers?

They all belong to Pablo Ortiz.
It's a slam dunk.

Yeah, I don't see any wiggle
room here, do you? No, we got the right man.

People lie.
People lie all the time, but D.N.A.? It never lies.

I'm thinking- I'm thinking
maybe he's not the guy.

- Yeah, see, there's this exit door-
- Look, I heard about the exit door.

- It's right there.
- Look, Monk, I'd follow you anywhere...

but I've got 4 cases on
my plate right now.

But you have fun.
Knock yourself out. Thanks, Gordo.

See you at the party.
Here's the statement from that Natasia Zorelle.

She was the victim's roommate.
Let's start with her.

Did you just say you were, uh,
gonna go and talk with Natasia Zorelle?

- The supermodel?
- Is that her?

Yeah, actually, I've got
the rest of the day off.

- I should probably go with you guys.
- You know, I think I'll come along too, in the interest of, uh-

Justice?
Yeah, justice.

[Camera Shutters Clicking]

Get a close up.
Come on, Michael.

They all look so unhappy.
How can you be that attractive and be so sad?

Well, maybe it's because we're
never really sure if people like us for ourselves.

No, what's this?
No! No, no, no!

That's not what I asked for!
Look!

Look, the collar has to
flare like this.

- Huh? Do you see?
- Julian, they just painted that.

Hmm?
She's an animal.

She's in heat. Huh? Good.
You, what do you think?

- Uh, I like it.
- You like it.

What's that supposed to mean?
Say you love it or say you hate it!

Anything in between is pointless.
Wet One, Wet One, Wet One.

Come on. Thank you.

You, blue shirt.!
Are you here to audition?

Me? No.

Well, you may want to consider it.
I like your attitude.

Hello.

If you're gonna rob me,
you should bring a gun. Pardon me?

The blouse.

It's a knockoff
of one of my designs.

Oh, it is?
I didn't know. Of course.

That's not the real crime.
The real crime is how you look in it.

[Woman]
Julian, you're booked in Milan the day after the show.

Okay. Okay.
The girls are here. You said you wanted fresh faces.

- Good. Good. No, darling.
- He did it.

Natalie, he's not
even a suspect. Damn!

No. Turn around.
Not this time.

Next time. Oh! Mmm!

Yes, yes. You're perfect.
What's your name?

Sarah.
Sarah. Heaven must be missing one of its angels.

Excuse me.
Sorry, um- What?

Well, it's nothing.
It's just, uh, those eyebrows aren't gonna look so good-

- Which one?
- Well, the left one's higher than the right one, isn't it?

Oh. This eyebrow is a little bit
lower than that one.

Oh, maybe next time, Sarah.
Yeah.

Thanks for coming in.

Who are you?
I'm Adrian Monk.

I'm with
the San Francisco Police.

Yeah, we're, uh-we're looking
for Natasia Zorelle.

Well, she's working.
Oh, and do me a favor.

Don't arrest her
until after the show. She hasn't done anything.

We're actually looking
into the murder of Clea Vance.

Well, why? Isn't that old news?
I thought the killer was in jail somewhere.

I mean, don't you people read
the newspapers?

Did you know her?

I know every model in California
and every wannabe.

Clea was a...
should-not-have-been.

You know, she showed up
wasted to my last show. Almost ruined me.

Now, let that be a lesson
to you girls.

She ruined my last show
and two hours later, the delivery boy killed her.

- And I kid you not.
- We'd still like to talk to Natasia.

She's at the beach.
We are shooting our new catalog.

Listen, I've gotta be there very soon,
so you can follow me if you like.

All right, girls. Good.
All right.

I'll meet you there.
I gotta go pick upJulie... and change.

Okay, that's it. That's what I need.
Keep it going.

Sell it. Sell it.
There we go.

Again. Good.

Sell it. Sell it.
Good. Sell it.

Sweetie, just stay right here,
okay? I'll be back.

What are you doing?
What?

I'm standing.
This is how I stand.

What are you wearing?
Clothes.

This is how I dress.
This is how I stand.

This is how I dress.

Excuse me,
would you put that out? It's bothering me.

But you're smoking.
My smoke isn't bothering me.

Hmm? Thank you.
All right.

She'll talk to you,
but make it quick.

I'm not paying her a thousand
dollars an hour just to chat. Uh, thank you.

Can you give us a minute?
Sure. All right, everybody.

Take ten. Let's get her
in the other dress, please.

Sweetheart, oh,
you look ravishing.

These gentlemen are from the
police department. They want to talk to you about Clea Vance.

Why?
We're not sure.

Probably just tilting
at windmills. Windmills?

Mm. It's a literary reference...
from a book.

Um, I guess I can talk while I
change.

Meet me over there?

Only one of you.

Okay. I guess the only fair way
is, uh, alphabetically.

Oh, Adrian.
Last names.

So "A" is no.
Uh, "B", no, "C", no.

"D", Disher, that's-
Monk, you go. It's your case.

Disher comes before Monk.
It's the first last name.

What are you,
in mourning for your life?

Yeah, I got it.
We're comin' in.

You were Clea's roommate?

Yeah, and best friend.
I see.

I see.

I see. Uh! Oh!
Oh! Whoa, whoa, oh, whoa.

Oh, whoa.
That's okay. I'm not shy.

- You have, uh-you have something
on your shoulder. - Oh, it's a mole. It's my trademark.

Yeah, did-did-did you know
Pablo, uh, Ortiz?

I didn't know him, except that
Clea was terrified of him.

He was stalking her.
Yes, there- there's no evidence of that.

No phone calls.
No other moles- I mean, witnesses.

No other witnesses.
Are you saying I made it all up?

Um-
Why would I do that?

I don't know.
Look, I saw what I saw. He brought her flowers.

He hit on her.
I already testified about all this a year ago.

I read your statement.
Then read it again.

Okay.

What are you doing?

If you put one on this side,
you know, y-you'd be perfect.

Y-Your career would-
[Makes Flying Sound]

Do you have
any more questions?

No.
Good.

'Cause I got to get back to work.

Hey.
Hi, there.

How'd it go?
She's hot.

Uh, she's mildly irritated.

[Monk Sighs]
Give her a minute.

She'll calm down.

[Man]
All right, great. You look beautiful.

Keep going. Great.

Hi. Mom, I got bored.
Sweetie.

Please, can I stay?
I won't say anything. Shh, shh, shh. Watch.

Mom, that man's looking at me.
[Camera Shutter Clicks]

What's he doing?
I don't know.

Mr. Hodge?
Who is she?

Who are you?
This is my daughter, Julie.

This is Mr. Hodge.
Let me see you walk.

Why?
Because lighting may be striking.

Your life may be changing.
Now, just walk over there.

Come on.

That's it, good. Turn around.
[Camera Shutter Clicking]

- Hold your head up.
Smile. Come back. - [Camera Shutter Clicking]

Good.
I want you to model for me.

You can be in the show
on Thursday night. Hmm?

You know,
you could be a big star.

Great and wonderful things.
Oh, my God!

No, she's 13 years old.
I've had models younger than that.

Thirteen? She's practically middle-aged.
Thank you. I don't think so.

Anyway, it's not up to you.
This is between Julie and her biological mother.

I am her biological mother.
Oh.

[Camera Shutter Clicks]
[Sighs]

Mom.
No.

Sweetie, come on.
It's gonna get cold.

Are you wearing makeup?
I told you, not until you're 18.

Mom, when I'm 18,
I'll be too late. I really wanna do this.

You know, a lot of these girls
have serious problems, okay? Drugs and eating disorders.

It's just one show, and if you're
right and I hate it, I'll quit.

But at least I'll have tried.
You always tell me to try to new things.

Forget modeling.
You should be a lawyer.

Is that a "yes"?

I'm gonna be with you
the whole time.

Wow! I'm modeling
forJulian Hodge.

Isn't he wonderful?
That's not exactly the word I would have used.

[Knocking]

Oh. Julian.

Hi.

[Kisses]
Hey.

You surprised?
Not after today.

I figured you might
be freaking out.

Do they know anything?
I don't think so.

You're not smoking.
No.

No, uh, you know, cigarettes,
they tend to leave a nasty odor.

I wouldn't want them
to know I was here. Who?

The police.
Oh, I didn't tell them anything.

But you will... eventually.

But-
Shh, shh, shh!

It's not your fault, my darling.
You're just too pretty.

And beauty like yours,
a face like this-

Shh.

You just wouldn't
be able to take the pressure.

[No Audible Dialogue]

How's it look, Gordo?
Well, it looks like suicide,

smells like suicide.

Smart money's on suicide.
She drained two of those bottles and maybe 30 sleeping pills.

Were those prescription?
Probably not.

We'll check with her doctor.
Make a note.

I'll remember.
Where's your notebook?

I didn't bring it.
It's an Italian suit. It was ruining the lines.

Don't worry. [Clicks Tongue]
I got it.

Am I in your way?

She probably got depressed
after you spoke to her.

- All those memories
about the murder bubbling up. - I don't think so.

One set of fingerprints
on the glass. Yeah, they're hers.

But, look, she's wearing lipstick.

There's no lipstick on the glass.

Somebody wiped down the glass...

and then put it back in her hand.

Okay, this is now a homicide
investigation!

Lock this joint down.
Nobody touches anything.

Fabio, go and borrow a notebook
and borrow a pencil and start talking to neighbors.

[Natalie]
Captain, what do you think it means?

It means that your boss scared
somebody.

Rest in peace.

[Man On P.A.]
Ladies and gentlemen, rehearsals up in ten minutes.

Please take your places.
Final touches.

Oh, she looks beautiful,
doesn't she?

[Sighs]
Too beautiful.

Sometimes I wish she had a big
old fat hairy wart right here.

Or maybe- maybe here.

Everyone, um, could you just come
around here for a moment please?

Thank you. Yes, put that down.
That's okay. Do that later.

Thank you. I just want to say
a few quick words.

This has been a terrible day
for us today.

As you know, last night
we lost a dear, dear friend.

And I know all of you here,
everyone,

how much we loved Natasia,

except, of course,
when she was driving us nuts. [Laughs]

But I can feel her here.

L- l-I can feel her spirit,
her soul.

Can you feel that? And I know
she's going to be with us tomorrow night at the show.

So let's not let her down.
Huh?

Good.

[Kisses]
This one's for you, baby.

[Women Sigh]
Great. Thank you.

## [House]

You may want to change
the earrings.

## [Continues]

Look, look, look, look.

[Julian]
I knew you'd say that. Make a note. Just change those earrings.

Cut! Cut! Cut, cut, cut!

Cut, cut, cut.
Julie, Julie, Julie.

Have you forgot something? Huh?
What?

Have you forgot that when it
comes to my art, I'm a total monster?

I mean, just look at yourself.
Look. You're a mess.

I mean, look here.
Look at this. Look at the collar.

Look, it's all twisted.
And-And-And all these wrinkles on the dress.

I mean, look, sweetheart.
Natalie, do you have the case file?

What?
The case file. Give it to me.

I'd rather put you in a burlap
bag than have you seen wearing my clothes like this.

I knew something was wrong.
Look at this.

Her body is all contorted.

But the collar and her buttons
are perfectly straight.

After he killed her,
he straightened them out.

He couldn't help himself.

He's the guy.
Who's the guy?

Julie, we have to go right now.
Why?

I can't tell you now.
Not here. [Indistinct]

But, Mom.
Do not argue with me! G-Get your stuff now.

Hey! What?
[Sighs]

Look, what's going on?
She's taking Julie home.

Well, why on earth
would she do that?

Because I told her that you
killed Clea Vance a year ago.

And I'm betting that you killed
Natasia Zorelle last night.

Who else would have straightened
the clothes on Clea Vance's body?

Oh, and why would I do
something like that?

I would have.
Is that it?

I straightened out the clothes?
[Scoffs] I mean, that's not evidence.

That-That's a hunch.

That's all it is so far.

You trust your instincts,
don't you?

Oh, yes.

And would it be the same
infallible instinct that you used...

when you picked out
that jacket?

Or when you did those buttons
right up to the top on your shirt, eh?

[Scoffs] What about
the evidence, Mr. Monk?

What about-
You've heard of D.N.A., right?

I mean, does that
ring a bell here? Hmm?

D.N.A., yes.
The fibers, the hair and the blood.

They all belonged to that boy,
Pablo Ortiz, who's in jail.

It couldn't have been me.
Just not possible.

You're right.

It's not possible.

But you did it.

Gordo, thanks
for getting here so fast.

Sure, what's going on?
Get a load of this.

Okay, there was a fashion show
upstairs in the ballroom. I remember, last year.

And one of the models,
as you know, showed up drunk.

Clea Vance.
Exactly. So drunk, according toJulian Hodge,

that she almost
ruined his show.

He was furious. I think
he followed her down here.

They argued.
He lost control.

He killed her. He beat her
to death right here. Julian Hodge?

What about the evidence?
He planted it. He framed Pablo Ortiz.

Is that possible?
How could he plant all that evidence...

and clean up every
trace of himself?

Actually he didn't.
He missed something. Check this out.

There was a health
inspection the day before. They hung that flypaper in the corner.

- How'd we miss it?
- We just found it this morning behind that radiator.

It must have fallen back there
during the fight. And, look, there's three or four hairs stuck to it.

And they can't be from Clea Vance
because she had long hair.

They must belong toJulian Hodge,
the real killer. This is the proof we need.

How soon can you do a test
on those? I'll get right on it.

Good work.
Thanks.

[Cooking Timer Buzzing]

Honey, I think they're done!

Ooh, maybe a little overdone.

Julie?

Honey?

[Cable Car Bell Ringing]

[Man] I don't have a John Carlo, okay?
How many times do I have to tell you?

You're not on the list, all right?
Good night. Thank you.

Good night!

- Hello. I'm on the list.
- Name.

Puff Daddy.
Plus one.

This is my girlfriend.
Hi.

Puff Daddy, the rapper?
Oh, no. Not that Puff Daddy.

This happens to me
all the time, doesn't it? All the time.

Yeah, let me explain.
Where to begin?

All right, there
are two Puff Daddys. Why don't you change your name?

Why doesn't he change his name
is what I'm saying.

I'm older than him.
I had it first.

One time a lawyer told me
I could sue if l-

- Look, my daughter's
in there. I'm going in. - We gotta go in there.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

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Have you seen my daughter?

Have you seen my daughter, Julie?
She's 13, long blonde hair.

[Julian]
Beautiful.

And there's littleJulie.
Good. She looks very good.

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[Gasps]
Julie!

Natalie, don't eat the food.
I just saw four models back there throwing up.

Julie!
Miss, you can't go out there.

That's not my design.
Make an announcement.

[Crowd Murmuring]

You cannot just run away
from me like that.

You scared me to death.
Mom, come on. Mom!

If we have a problem,
we need to talk about it, all right? I thought we were partners.

Wait. You're embarrassing me.
Get off!

You said I couldn't do this,
but you don't tell me why. What type of partner are you?

Okay, I had my reasons,
all right? There are grown-up things happening here.

There are dangerous things.
You have to trust me, honey.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry too. Oh, God.

All right?
You're so grounded.

Listen, let's make sure that
the critics get lots to drink. [Laughs]

Well, look, here's to our next
show in Milan.

Cinc?n.
All the best.

And congratulations. Well done.
You look stunning in that dress.

Fabulous.
It was a great show tonight. Really fabulous.

Except for that one little
incident with that midget.

[Laughs]
That was ridiculous.

Mmm. That's delicious,
isn't it? Delicious.!

[Laughs]
I want to get you new earrings.

I want them to be drops.

Oh, look what the cat dragged in.
You know, you nearly ruined my show.

You nearly ruined my daughter.
Hmm.

- Mr. Hodge, hello.
- Oh, hello.

Great party.
Thank you.

There's somebody here I'd really
love for you to meet. There he is.

Oh? Now?
[Stottlemeyer] Come on.

Oh, yeah.
Can't it wait?

No, no, no.
He's very important.

Julian Hodge, I'd like you
to meet Howard Gordon.

Howard is one of our
forensic experts. Oh. How do you do?

He's been examining some
evidence that we just uncovered in the Clea Vance case.

What, new evidence?

That's right.
Four strands of human hair found at the scene of the crime.

For the record, Gordo,
is this your report?

For the record, yes, it is.
Uh-huh.

- And you examined these hair samples
that we found earlier today? - I did.

- And were you able to match these
hairs to any individual? - Yes, sir.

- And for the record, who do
these hairs belong to? - Pablo Ortiz.

Ortiz? Isn't that the boy who's
already in jail for the murder?

[Laughs]
Well, I think, gentlemen, we're finished here.

Don't mind if I get back
to my party?

Hang on. Hang on.

Gordo, I'm sorry,
but you're under arrest.

Accessory to murder
and falsifying evidence. What?

Here's what I couldn't
figure out.

If you were guilty, how
could all the evidence point somewhere else?

There could be only
one possible answer.

There was something wrong
with the evidence.

We did some digging, Gordo.
You did make a lot of money this year, but it wasn't in real estate.

Here's what happened.

When you did the forensic work
on the Clea Vance murder,

you realized all the evidence
pointed toJulian Hodge.

You decided to cash in.

You made Hodge an offer
he was in no position to refuse.

For a price, you'd bury
the evidence against him.

There was only one problem.

You had to close the case.
You needed a fall guy.

Hodge remembered a young
delivery boy named Pablo Ortiz,

a poor kid, barely spoke
any English.

He was a perfect patsy.

Hodge got Natasia to help him.
She called the police...

and accused Ortiz
of stalking her roommate.

The police arrested Pablo.

They took hair and blood samples
and sent them to you-

And the rest was easy.

All you had to do
was re-label them.

- Pablo never had a chance.
- You can't prove any of this.

We don't have to.
You proved it for us five minutes ago...

when you swore that these hair samples
belonged to Pablo Ortiz.

So you planted that hair
to test him?

Well, yeah.

Whose hair was it?
It was mine.

Natalie pulled it out
with a tweezer. She just yanked it out.

What was I supposed to do?
You could have cut them like I told you to.

We needed the follicles.
No, we didn't need the follicles...

because we knew he wasn't
going to test anything.

That was the whole point.
It's embarrassing. Okay, don't be such a baby.

Hang on. Hang on!

I forgot what we were doing.
Oh, yeah, we're arresting you two.

You know the drill, Gordo.

So, it's true what they say, huh?

You can never judge a person
by how they dress.

Well, you know what?
Let me tell you what you're gonna be wearing.

I hope you like orange.
It's a little jumpsuit thing.

It has a number right here.
You can wear it anywhere, really-

Indoors, walking around the yard-

[Sobbing]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Gate Buzzer Buzzes]
Mama.

Thank you, Mr, Monk.
How can I repay you, Mr. Monk?

I have no money.
Now that you mention it, it is only 2:30.

If we left now, you could be
back at work at 3:15, put in a couple of hours,

inspect, what, 90,
maybe a hundred shirts.

But I took the day off.
No, no, no, no. You don't wanna do that.

No. You're Inspector Number 8.
You have a lot of people depending on you.

Mr. Monk, I'm sure
they would like to visit. You know? Catch up.

Yeah, there's plenty of time
for that. They got the whole weekend for that.

Unless you wanna work
on Saturday.

[Speaking Spanish] Saturday?
[Speaks Spanish]

Shh.

Overtime?
You like overtime?

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