"Resync:" "Xenzai[NEF] (From DSR sub)" "Hello!" "hello" "Mr. Magneri." "Anybody!" "Hello!" "It's very important." "It's a matter of life or death." "Somebody please talk to me." "Hello!" "Mr. Magneri." "Please, somebody." "Answer me please please" "Did you follow me here?" "Okay, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "Here." "You can take it." "Take it." "It's fine." "What is that?" "No!" "No" "Help!" "Help!" "Please!" "Somebody!" "Help me!" "Somebody please!" "Anybody!" "No!" "Monk Season 6 Episode 03" "Give me some good shots of her friends." "OKAY?" "You get those barricades up?" "Yes, sir." "Dr. G is guesstimating around 1:00 a. m." "at the latest." "Probably midnight." "This a bad time?" "It's this MagnaPod." "The thing's brand-new and it keeps getting stuck." "I can get to the menu, but every time I press play, it just goes..." "I'm gonna put it away now." "We've got work to do." "And what happened to your gun?" "Right here, back pocket." "Well, I use my gun, what, maybe once a year." "Use this all the time." "I bet I can guess what you're thinking." "I bet you can't." "Natalie!" "Thank you for coming." "Is he okay?" "Yeah." "Uh, he doesn't like the beach." "What's he doing?" "Putting on his sand shoes." "What are sand shoes?" "I don't know." "Look, we've got a little problem here." "This is a clothing optional beach." "Clothing optional." "Yeah." "Oh." "Oh." "Yeah." "So what do you think?" "I just want him to look around a little bit, see if we missed something." "It'll just take a minute." "Oh my God, I see one." "Oh God, they're everywhere." "Oh no, there's another one." "I-I gotta take him home." "This is too risky." "It's too late." "Here he comes." "We can do this." "Let's just distract him." "Monk!" "Hey." "There should be a law against murdering people on a beach." "Who was she?" "Actually, we don't really have that much." "Her name was Vickie Deline." "23." "Lived in Mission Hill." "And she worked in a bar." "What was she doing here?" "Well, don't know." "She parked her car up top, left her keys in the ignition." "Up the hill?" "Why-why didn't she park down here on the access road?" "Any footprints?" "No." "Uh, it rained this morning." "But body's over here." "Oh, hey, like those shoes." "Yeah." "These are my sand shoes." "Nice." "Oh, look at the sand!" "Never seen... sand quite that color." "Mr. Monk, what would you call that color?" "I don't know." "Sandy." "Oh, look." "A sand dollar." "No, just a shell." "Here she is." "Here we go." "What are you doing?" "Just missed her.?" "There's a?" "cut." "I guess Dr. G missed that." "It's like a paper cut." "Oh yeah, those hurt like the dickens." "What about all the stab wounds?" "Yeah, they probably hurt too." "There's still sand in it." "It's fresh." "Did you find anything nearby?" "Any papers or an envelope?" "Not yet." "Well, she was holding something." "Maybe that's what the killer was after." "She's missing a fingernail." "Yeah." "Yeah, we got that." "Officer!" "You got that fingernail?" "We found it on that porch over there." "Who lives there?" "His name is Chance Singer." "We haven't found him yet." "Officer, XYZ." "XYZ?" "Examine Your Zipper." "Must be him now." "Mr. Singer?" "I'm Captain Leland Stottlemeyer, SFPD." "There was a homicide last night." "A woman was murdered." "Oh, wow." "No." "All that negative energy." "It's the last thing the world needs." "Am I right?" "Do you know a girl named Vickie Deline?" "I know a couple of Vickies." "I'm not so into last names though." "Sir, would you mind putting your shirt on?" "May I ask why?" "It would just- it would mean a lot to me." "Sir, we found a broken fingernail belonging to the victim on your front porch." "Where were you last night around midnight?" "I was in jail." "I just got out." "That'll be easy enough to check." "Sir, about that shirt..." "I'm gonna have to insist." "All right." "Fine." "Whatever." "Well, had one 'cause I had to go to prison." "There we are." "Now I'm one of you." "Are you happy?" "Take it you're a nudist." "I prefer naturist." "You know, social nudity has been around for hundreds of years, gentlemen." "Get used to it." "There's absolutely no biological necessity for clothing." "It's a construct." "It's a man-made artifice." "XYZ." "XYZ." "XYZ." "I'm sorry, I don't know what that means." "Examine Your Zipper." "Maybe you should examine your attitude." "Sir, do you mind taking a look and see if you recognize her?" "You know, when I first pulled up," "I thought Peter Magneri sent you." "Peter Magneri?" "Magneri Computers Peter Magneri?" "Yeah, he lives up there." "He's been hassling me for years." "That guy owes me 200 bucks." "Mr. Monk, what are you doing?" "You'll go blind." "I know." "But when?" "Mr. Magneri," "I just?" "one photograph?" "I appreciate your seeing us." "I understand your time is valuable." "Actually, a reporter worked it out." "I'm worth $300,025 a minute." "Well, then we'll make it quick." "Do you recognize this girl?" "Never seen her." "You didn't even look at her." "Where's my coffee?" "You've already had four cups, sir." "And your wife said" "Do I need a doctor's note?" "No, sir." "I got a clean bill of health from St. Andrews less than three weeks ago." "They checked me over, head-to-toe." "MRIs, X-rays, blood tests." "Do you know what, I'm going to bury the lot of you." "Coffee, coffee, coffee now." "She was murdered last night on your beach." "Oh, not my beach." "It should be my beach, but it's not my beach." "Don't even get me started on that." "I didn't actually pay for this, did I?" "No, sir, that's a thank-you note from the children at Lincoln Elementary." "You donated some computers." "The zoning commission meets on Wednesdays." "You want to come?" "Sir, where were you last night about midnight?" "I was here." "I'm always here." "I was working late." "Did you see anyone or hear anything?" "Well, as a matter of fact, there was a woman trying to get in last night." "She kept on ringing the buzzer." "Who was she?" "How should I know?" "Did she say anything?" "Yes." "Something about a matter of life and death." "And you didn't let her in." "What, are you crazy?" "Everybody wants a piece of me." "Everybody's problem's a matter of life and death." "Yeah, I know." "Happens to us all the time." "Everybody wants something." "Listen, while we are here, when I press play on this thing, why does it keep sending me back to the menu?" "I have no idea." "Call customer service." "No, no, no." "Ha ha." "They kept me on hold for an hour and a half." "Look, my warranty just expired." "If you could take a quick look at it" "Lieutenant!" "Holster your MP3." "That's an order." "Is there a security camera by the gate?" "Yeah, but it's broken." "That's a big surprise." "Look at him, out there in public." "Mr. Monk, it's a nude beach!" "It's repugnant." "That's the word." "Repugnant." "Degenerate." "That's the other word." "Degenerate!" "Don't you think that's a little bit harsh?" "Being polite." "Where was he last night?" "Exactly." "We already spoke to Mr. Singer." "Yeah, well, speak to him again." "Oh, he likes to pretend he's all peaceful and new age-y, but believe you me, there's a dark side." "I believe it." "I can tell." "Even from here." "He threatened me once at a zoning meeting." "Hit me with a microphone." "He's a nudist!" "That's what they do." "They-they hit people with microphones." "Captain." "He's the guy." "He says he was here all night." "We're going to talk to his staff." "Not him." "The nudist." "Singer?" "I already called, Monk." "His alibi checks out." "He was in a lockup all night." "I don't know how he did it... but he's the guy." "I still can't believe it." "She was more than my roommate." "She was my best friend." "I'm so sorry." "How long did you know her?" "Three years." "We met at a bar downtown." "She was waitressing, and I was working across the street at the hospital." "I used to be a lab technician." "Used to be?" "I quit... about two weeks ago to play the market." "Day trader?" "Good for you." "Well, we'll see." "Ask me again in a few months." "Sand." "That must be Vickie." "She'd been going to the beach a lot." "Meeting a nudist?" "A nudist?" "Was she seeing anyone in particular?" "Uh, I think so." "She'd been hinting about a guy" "Was he a nudist?" "Let me put it another way." "Was he always naked?" "Mr. Monk, you're not letting her talk." "I don't know." "I think she might have been meeting him last night." "That's him." "I knew it." "You don't know his name." "We all know his name." "Can I talk to you?" "Excuse us." "Come here." "What are we doing here?" "We should be getting a search warrant." "We gotta get back to the beach." "Get into his trailer." "Would you relax?" "I have never seen you like this." "We're wasting our time." "It's the nudist." "We both know it." "I don't know that, Monk." "Look, maybe you're right." "You usually are." "But I have to do my job here." "I need to dot every I and cross all the Ts." "You can appreciate that." "You don't want any uncrossed Ts, do you?" "Just sticking up." "Some crossed." "Some of 'em not crossed." "Hello." "With different angles." "That would be anarchy, wouldn't it?" "Yes." "And we don't want that, do we?" "No." "Sweetheart, I can't leave just now." "Mr. Monk isn't feeling very well." "He saw a naked man today." "I knew you'd understand." "So I'll be there at 4:30." "I just need to get the address." "'Scuse me." "May I use this?" "Sure." "Go ahead, sweetie." "CDs, huh?" "I've gone digital." "60 Gigs." "Over 5,000 songs in here." "Of course, I can't play any of them." "Okay." "Where were we?" "We were talking about the nudist." "No, we weren't." "Randy, check your notes." "Where were we?" "Uh, right." "Um, did, uh, Vickie have any other" "There it is." "What?" "No, no, no." "No, no, no." "'Scuse me." "Okay." "Did Vickie have any other boyfriends that we need to know about?" "no" "Wait, Mr. Monk." "I don't think we should do this." "You got a better idea?" "Yes." "Not doing it." "Door was open." "Must've been the wind." "Don't we need a search warrant?" "What about the guy's rights?" "All your little rules." "All your little laws." "They don't apply down here." "It's nudie town." "It's a petition to keep beach clothing optional." "Oh yeah." "That could give somebody a nasty paper cut." "There's a knife missing." "It's right here." "He was making a sandwich." "Oh, this guy's good." "He's one step ahead of us." "Hello." "What?" "What?" "What?" "Skinless chicken." "Seedless grapes." "You see how it's all fitting together?" "No." "look, Sugar in the raw." "Mr. Monk, you're scaring me." "I've never seen you like this." "It's like you want this man to be guilty." "Mr. Monk, there's something that I have to tell you." "When I was an exchange student in Greece" "Oh." "Someone's coming!" "The nudists." "It's the nudists." "The nudists are back." "The closet!" "No!" "There's no room!" "Oh yeah." "No clothes." "Okay, I'll get the light here." "Do you have anything to drink?" "Oh yeah, sure, in the fridge." "Anything you want." "The water's potable." "Oh, cool." "So who was she, the girl who was killed?" "You know, I just know what I read in the paper." "She was a waitress from Mission Hill." "Right, and they think that you're actually involved in this somehow." "I'm not surprised." "They're always looking for a reason to kick me out of here." "What was she doing?" "You know, I don't know." "I get kids coming down here every night." "Maybe she was looking to score some drugs or meet a dealer, I don't know." "Can we just talk about something else?" "Yeah." "All this murder talk's really bringing me down." "Yeah." "It's sad." "All right." "To business." "Yeah." "Okay." "So, Jenny, can you take some notes?" "Sure." "Okay, yeah." "Anybody got a pen?" "Do I have a pen?" "Definitely not." "Whoops. 'Scuse me." "Sorry." "I got one!" "Oh, cool." "Whoops." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Sorry." "It rolled down that way." "Under here?" "Yeah, right behind you." "No, no, I think you just kicked it behind you, man." "I don't see it." "Maybe under the fridge." "Under the fridge?" "Check under there." "Where?" "I'm getting tired of this." "Just get a new pen." "If I get lower, I can see more." "Bend over." "Right by there." "Bend over." "This is getting tiring." "Can we find another pen?" "Wait a second." "Wait a second." "Isn't that it right there?" "Move your foot." "The other foot." "The other foot." "No, Chance's foot." "Where?" "There it is." "I see it." "Wait a sec there." "Yeah, it's right there." "It's right under there." "We're good to go." "Very good." "Nice grasp." "Sorry about that, guys." "Slid all the way down there." "That's crazy." "Okay, so item number one." "Zoning board meets tomorrow." "Yeah." "Marin County Court House." "10:00 a. m." "This is it, people." "The Super Bowl." "What's the use?" "Peter Magneri's gonna buy their votes anyway." "Hey, no negative thoughts." "Come on." "You gotta stay positive." "It's our beach." "Nobody can take it from us, right?" "No." "Okay, so we have to remember the petition and copies of the survey." "And also here's the thing... we have to go textile." "It's just for one day and we don't want to do anything to offend these people." "Plus, I think it's illegal." "Forget it." "I don't have anything to wear." "Literally." "Huh." "You know, I have an old suit in the closet." "You wanna try it on?" "You don't want- Suit?" "What about the principle of the matter?" "Hey!" "Just take my hand!" "Mr. Monk, where are you going?" "It doesn't matter." "Just keep running!" "My friends are going to worry about me." "What friends are you talking about?" "Let go of my hand now." "Where's your warrant?" "Where are your trousers?" "Why don't you people just leave us alone?" "We're just trying to live our lives." "So was Vickie Deline." "I know you were seeing her, Singer." "Her roommate told me." "Her roommate." "What happened?" "She didn't want to join your little cult?" "She tried to run." "You grabbed the knife." "I did not know the girl." "Liar!" "I never met her!" "Will you get out of my face, please?" "No, no, no." "No, I know that trick." "I step back, I see the whole schmegge." "Mr. Monk, are you okay?" "Your friend here is psychotic!" "We both know you did this." "Pervert!" "Mr. Monk!" "How?" "Tell me that!" "I was in prison all night!" "There are 20 witnesses." "Check it out." "Don't think I won't." "Natalie, let's go." "He was here all night." "Yeah, booked at 7:30 p. m." "and released at 8:00 a. m." "the next morning." "It was definitely him?" "Positive ID." "You want to see the fingerprints?" "What was he in for?" "Public nuisance." "He was collecting petitions at a strip mall." "Strip mall." "Doesn't mean anything, Mr. Monk." "That's what they're called." "Well, he got out." "Somehow, he got out." "And back in again." "Without the guards noticing." "Excuse me." "Where did you get that?" "From the guard." "How about this?" "The guard gives Singer an apple." "Singer chews the apple core into the shape of a key." "He fashions a rudimentary kiln using that light bulb and a sardine can." "He hardens the apple core in his kiln, and uses it to pick the lock." "Thank you." "An apple core key." "No?" "Okay." "He slipped through the bars and out the bathroom window." "How?" "He wiggled through." "He's a nudist." "They're all double-jointed." "They are?" "Randy." "Don't be so naive." "They're not like us." "look, I-I have a theory." "I" " I think" "I think they secrete a fluid." "Like an oil." "It's odorless, but I can smell it." "It makes them all slippery." "They can wiggle through anything." "They're like slugs." "Monk, nobody wiggled through anything." "There was a guard on duty all night." "Then he's in on it too." "He's one of them." "Well, what about the 20 cops that are outside?" "They're all in on it!" "Don't you see?" "It's a cabal." "What?" "A cabal." "It's a secret society." "Sometimes they're naked." "Sometimes they go around dressed to confuse us." "Well, they're certainly doing that." "Have you read their literature?" "I have." "They want to convert us all." "And they won't stop until we're all like them, on beaches, in parks, hanging out..." "everything hanging out." "Hanging and hanging." "Captain, there's only one way to deal with them." "We gotta ship them back." "Ship them back where, Monk?" "Exactly." "Sit down." "Sit down." "Sit down" "Look, I don't know what happened on that beach Monday night." "I do not know who killed that girl." "Actually, I have another" " Let me finish." "Don't you talk." "This is not a conversation." "This is an intervention." "I'll tell you what I do know." "Number one- it was not Chance Singer." "Captain!" "Chance Singer was in my jail all night long." "Number two- you are off this case." "You" "You-you're defending them?" "Monk, this is San Francisco!" "There's a million weirdoes out there." "Some of them are wearing clothes." "Some of them are not." "And yes, I am defending them." "That's what this means." "We defend them." "I spend a lot of my time- too much of my time- trying to keep bigotry and racism out of this department." "I am not a bigot." "Well, I don't know what else to call it, Monk." "You wanna put this guy away for the rest of his life because he makes you uncomfortable." "Look, you've always had issues." "But this isn't just another quirk or phobia." "Like, uh, your fear of clowns or round things." "This is different." "This is new." "And weird." "And ugly." "First of all, I am not afraid of round things" "Monk, you're a great detective." "Look at it like it's a mystery." "There's something going on here." "Something's going on inside of you." "Figure it out." "Detective." "I don't wanna see you back here until you do." "This is..." "this is not fair treatment." "How do people wear these things?" "I feel like I'm suffocating." "I know." "I'm chafing." "Are you chafing?" "Hey, does anyone have any more of that powder?" "I need it." "Hey, there he is." "Here he comes, here he comes." "Peter..." "It's Magneri." "Peter!" "Mr. Magneri." "Channel 7 News." "How do you feel?" "I feel great." "I feel the Board of Supervisors will do the right thing." "They understand that I'm just a taxpayer." "All I want is a front lawn of my own where I can relax and play with my kids." "The problem is, Mr. Magneri," "Barr Beach is not for sale." "It belongs to the people of San Francisco." "Mr. Singer, is that really you?" "I didn't recognize you with your clothes on." "You look almost human." "yeah" "California has been blessed with 1,200 miles of coastline." "Surely there's another beach somewhere where Mr. Singer and his freaky friends can throw their Frisbees." "Look, the real issue here is that" "I am a high-profile individual." "I need my own beach for my privacy and my personal security." "A young woman, as you may recall, was murdered on that beach only recently." "And the police have been questioning Mr. Singer about that very incident." "You can't say that." "You can't just accuse people." "I'm not accusing you, sir." "Adrian Monk is accusing you." "Mr. Monk happens to be the finest detective in San Francisco, and he has confided in me that Mr. Singer is his primary suspect." "And you believed him?" "Adrian Monk is certifiable." "He was in my house last night without a warrant, hiding in my closet." "I was gonna press charges, but frankly," "I feel sorry for him." "I hope he gets the help he needs, I really do." "There's something I never told you." "Something happened when I was a boy" "There was an incident." "With a..." "with a man." "Who was that?" "I'd never seen him before." "Stranger." "How old were you?" "I don't remember." "Young." "I was... so small." "I remember..." "I remember I was naked." "Take your time." "I was so naked." "I just hated being naked." "And I remember..." "I was crying." "And then... he hit me." "Adrian, I'm so sorry." "There was blood." "There was blood everywhere." "I was screaming." "I wanted him to stop." "And my mother... my mother was smiling." "W- w-wait, your- your mother was there?" "Why didn't she stop him?" "She was supposed to protect me." "He kept hitting me." "Swinging me around upside down, and..." "You were upside down?" "Was he wearing a mask?" "I never wanted to be naked again." "Adrian, that man was a doctor." "You're remembering your own birth." "Doctor... doctor?" "Anybody else, I wouldn't have believed it." "But you..." "Doctor?" "Mm-hmm." "Well, that would explain a lot, actually." "The lights, and my father in the doorway holding a balloon." "You feel better?" "Yes." "I do." "Wow." "That only took 11 years." "Hello!" "Sorry, the door was open." "Natalie, listen." "Monk, I'm so glad you're here." "I was just about to call." "Something happened." "I was talking to Dr. Kroger." "I remembered something." "Mr. Monk." "There's been something I've been trying to tell you." "When I was 19" "Is this gonna be a long story?" "Please let me finish." "I was an exchange student in Greece." "And there was this beautiful beach that was about three blocks away that I went to all the time." "Great." "And this is the thing, Mr. Monk." "Um..." "It was a European beach." "Which means... topless." "I don't care." "I had a breakthrough." "I was a nudist, Mr. Monk." "I was one of them." "I went back four years ago, so technically I guess I still am one." "I was in the cabal." "No, Natalie, forget that." "I mean, maybe it means you can't work with me anymore, but I don't care." "I'm not apologizing for it." "I met the best people." "It was the most amazing time of my life." "Great." "Natalie, listen." "I am not that guy anymore." "It's okay." "I had an amazing session with Dr. Kroger." "I went back." "I went way back." "Way, way, way, way, way back, back." "Back, back, back, back, back." "And I got past it." "This whole naked thing." "I understand it now." "Wow." "Yeah." "And guess what I just did?" "I walked through Bishop Park." "You know, the big statue?" "The nude statue of the nude woman?" "I looked right at it." "Mr. Monk, the statue in Bishop Park is a man." "Okay, I glanced at it." "But I wasn't completely and totally repulsed." "I didn't black out." "And I didn't throw up!" "Wow." "You know, there's a word for that." "Progress." "Progress, that's me." "Only 312 other issues to go!" "Well, I guess we'll just take 'em one at a time." "Let's start with dryer lint." "Hey, I guess this means you owe Chance Singer an apology." "Yeah, I guess I do." "Maybe I'll bring him something." "Like a bottle of wine or some overalls." "What's this?" "What?" "Oh, a note." "No, I mean this stationery." "This is..." "This is from Vickie's roommate." "Piece of scrap paper." "St. Andrews Medical Center." "Radiology, Natalie." "Radiology." "My God." "I think I know what happened" "To what?" "To the girl...to Vickie." "Now that I can think strait." "I know who killed her." "Miss Boras." "Good afternoon." "What are you doing?" "Searching your apartment." "The yellow copy is for you and your lawyer." "You worked at St. Andrews Hospital, is that right?" "You were an X-ray technician." "Did you ever meet Peter Magneri?" "Who?" "Peter Magneri." "He founded Magneri Computers." "They make these." "I thought yours broke." "Yeah, I bought another one." "90 Gigs." "Life's too short, right?" "Mr. Magneri had a checkup July 23rd." "That's four days before you quit." "I got a clean bill of health from St. Andrews three weeks ago." "They checked me for everything, head to toe." "We just spoke to the SEC." "Apparently, since July, you've been very interested in the Magneri company, except you haven't been investing." "You've been selling short." "You've been betting against the company." "Randy." "Turn it off." "I'm sorry." "It won't stop." "Here's what happened." "Three weeks ago, Magneri went in for a checkup." "You were the lab tech. on duty" "You must have noticed something on his X-rays." "Something serious." "Something that could kill him." "It was the ultimate piece of inside information." "Literally inside." "Peter Magneri is Magneri Computers." "You knew if anything happened to him, the stock would plummet." "All you had to do was switch X-rays and put a different label on it." "Magneri got a clean bill of health." "Nobody knew how sick he really was, not him, not even his doctor." "You quit your job and started selling short, betting against the company." "When Magneri died, you'd make a small fortune." "At some point, Vickie found out." "Maybe you were looking for a partner." "Maybe you were just bragging." "But Vickie wasn't like you." "She couldn't just sit back and do nothing and wait for another human being to die." "She tried to warn Magneri." "You knew you had to stop her by any means necessary." "That night, Vickie told Magneri it was a matter of life or death." "She was talking about him." "His life or death." "You chased her down." "You killed her on the beach and you took back the X-ray." "That's insane." "You don't have any" "Proof?" "Mr. Monk found this." "It was hidden behind your toilet." "Behind your toilet." "Got it." "I don't know?" "Tell that to Vickie's family." "You're under arrest." "You understand... if anything happens to Magneri, anything that could've been prevented, it'll be two counts of murder." "How bad is it?" "That spot?" "It's called an aortic aneurysm." "He's a heart attack waiting to happen." "Any excitement, any stress at all, could kill him." "The, uh..." "the zoning board." "this?" "repeat?" "roger?" "What?" "!" "What kind of verdict is that?" "You're pathetic, all of you." "Mr. Magneri, please sit down." "The decision of the board is final." "I will not sit down." "This is a travesty!" "They don't even pay their taxes!" "Hello?" "Oh, thank God." "Mr. Singer, it's Adrian Monk." "Don't hang up." "Oh, Monk, I don't want to talk to you right now." "I'm in too good of a mood." "We just won our case." "Ugh, the hippies won." "Is Peter Magneri still there?" "Yeah, why do you care?" "Chance, you've gotta trust me." "It's a matter of life or death." "What do you mean, life or death?" "Just listen." "Oh, put your clothes back on, you freaks!" "Oh, this isn't over." "I'm gonna appeal this all the way to Sacramento!" "We can't appeal." "It's a" "Shut up!" "You are so fired." "Uh, Mr. Councilman, members of the board." "I'd like to have your attention." "Could I have everyone's attention?" "Uh... the Naturist Beachfront Committee would like to withdraw its petition at this time." "What?" "Are you crazy?" "Mr. Singer, the board has decided in your favor." "We've granted your group the rights to that property in perpetuity." "Well, we're giving it back." "You know, we were talking about it, and-and the beach is a little rocky for our tastes, a little tough on the feet." "So we're gonna find another beach." "are you?" "Wait a minute, Singer." "Is this a trick?" "No, my friend." "This is no trick." "You've won." "The beach is yours." "You've won." "Breathe." "Relax." "That's good, sit." "Let me adjust your chi." "What's going on?" "Mr. Magneri." "Sir, we need to get you to the hospital." "Hospital?" "Trust me, sir." "You're a very sick man." "I'll explain everything on the way." "He's right, sir." "I've seen your X-rays." "We've got an ambulance waiting downstairs." "X- ray?" "Hi." "Remember me?" "Listen, I don't want to upset you or anything, but, uh..." "my MagnaPod died." "No, I-I bought another one." "And, uh, it's the second one I've bought in three months." "Randy, give it a rest." "No, it's no big deal." "You see, it just keeps getting stuck on "menu. "" "So, I mean, and my Walkman never did that." "Well, get yourself another Walkman!" "Leave me alone." "No, no, it's no big deal." "Here, put it in here- Randy, Randy, Randy!" "Just listen- Randy, give me this." "Give me this." "You're right, it's broken." "Hello." "Hi." "Hi." "You're moving?" "Oh, yeah." "Moving on up." "Peter Magneri bought us our own island down the coast." "It's the least he could do." "You saved his life." "Oh, well, yeah, sure." "I'm his neighbor." "That's what neighbors do, right?" "Mr. Monk?" "Yeah, look at that cloud." "What does that cloud look like to you?" "Huh?" "What cloud?" "Oh, there's a cloud." "Way up there." "You guys talk." "I'm gonna keep looking at it for a while." "Well, hey, if you're ever in, uh," "San Diego, give us a call." "You won't have to crouch in the closet this time." "Okay." "I'd love to." "But I promised Mr. Monk I wouldn't be visiting any nude beaches until five years after he's dead." "Mr. Monk, wasn't there something you wanted to say?" "Uh, yeah." "Chance..." "I'm sorry for hating you and accusing you of murder, and I've learned a lot, and I'm a better person." "Hey, you know, we're all just caught here on this crazy, big blue marble doing the best we can." "Am I right?" "Yeah, right." "Right?" "Come here." "COME HERE?" "He wants a hug." "Come on." "Come here." "Little closer." "Come on." "Oh, yeah." "Good." "good" "Oh, yeah." "You're a good hugger." "You smell good." "Real good." "Good." "Thanks." "You want a wipe?" "No, I'm good." "Mr. Monk?" "Mr. Monk?" "Mr. Monk!" "Resync:" "Xenzai[NEF] (From DSR sub)"