Mr. Monk and the Marathon Man

In this episode we’re talking marathons, mind chemistry, and why running might’ve been Monk’s secret weapon all along. There’s a “perfect” alibi, a very suspicious cup of tea, and one absolutely unhinged beach sprint. It’s brains, bodies, and one beautifully askew crime.

Transcript

SPEAKER_02 0:05

Welcome back everyone to I Don't Give a Shaloube.

SPEAKER_01 0:09

I forgot what it was called. Yeah, guys, it's I Don't Give a Shaloube a Monk Rewatch Podcast. Thanks. Thank you for the support. I'm Jen. And I'm Kathy. How are you? I'm doing well this morning. It's a rainy morning and we got all the lights on to wake me up. Yeah, it's pretty dark out, which I love. I love it gloomy.

SPEAKER_02 0:33

But you weren't raised here. You weren't raised in the constant everyday perfect sun. Oh my god. How can you say that? Because I was raised in it. When it's sunny and perfect every day, you kind of want a little gloomy weather. Oh, you're you're I don't even know what to do. I'm a type. There are a few of us out there that are like, oh, water gives me energy, rain gives me energy. Sun. Sun is the best. Yeah. Okay.

SPEAKER_01 1:03

Well, how was your week? Did you monk at all this week? No pressure. Oh, you know, I didn't even think about this in advance. That's okay. We should probably just skip on right by me.

SPEAKER_02 1:13

Yeah, I didn't really monk this week either. I'd say we got up and did our jobs and did what we could, took care of our animals. We monked. Yeah. And some weeks it's just gonna be that way.

SPEAKER_01 1:26

Was there even a week? I don't know. Time is so fast. Okay.

SPEAKER_02 1:32

Then let's just jump right in. This is Mr. Monk and the Marathon Man. Woo woo! And before we begin, I of course want to talk about running just for a second, which will be a couple of minutes. Not as exercise as neuroscience, because monk used to run and I run. And it's we don't know that yet. What do you mean? We don't know that monk used to run. I know, but I have to You have to give the tidbit away. I I yeah. I mean they'll find out in like 10 minutes, if less. Monk used to run and I run, and it's really, really, really specifically good for brains like ours. When you run, your brain releases endocannabinoids.

SPEAKER_01 2:11

I love cannabinoids. You do. Usually from the cannabis plant. Yes. But I know that our bodies have cannabinoids too.

SPEAKER_02 2:21

And since I can't use cannabis, I gotta make my own.

SPEAKER_01 2:24

Okay, sounds good.

SPEAKER_02 2:26

I'm with you. So it's your body's own built-in calm down system. This is what produces that almost instant sense of relief mid-run. Not just a mood boost, an actual neurological reset. Your nervous system, which anxiety keeps stuck in a constant low-level emergency, finally gets to complete the cycle and exhale. So I think of just the amygdala, for instance. When I learned about the amygdala, it's just this constant panic, watching threats, and it's like run, run, run for anything. And when you run, it's actually like, okay, finally she listened to me. I'm gonna go take a nap.

SPEAKER_01 3:03

Oh, that sounds so nice. Yes. It's happy amygdala.

SPEAKER_02 3:08

Yeah. So, like I said, it gives the threat response your body has been preparing for somewhere to go. The alarm finally turns off. For ADHD, like for me, I have ADHD inattentive. Running produces a rapid spike in dopamine and norephrinephrine. Those are the exact chemical stimulant medications target. A good run can deliver hours of improved focus and reduced impulsivity afterwards. Some researchers genuinely call it a dose of Ritalin you earned with your feet. That is so cool. Yeah. And since I can't be on any kind of, I don't know if listeners have caught this, but I'm sober because I have to be. That's a good thing. I am an alcoholic addict. And I did take stimulant medication at one time for my ADHD, and it really helped. However, I don't even touch the stuff now because I'm more likely to abuse it. Um, but yeah, riddle and earned with your feet. For monk, running lowers the baseline anxiety that feeds compulsions. It also boosts serotonin, which is the same system OCD medications work on. Less anxiety means quieter, intrusive thoughts means less urgent compulsions. So it really helps him. It's not magic, it's just what happens when a brain that runs on stress chemicals finally gets a productive place to put them.

SPEAKER_01 4:31

I think that's very nice and lovely. And I've already told you how much I love that you run. And I'm so jealous. I'm so sorry. I wish I could move this this body.

SPEAKER_02 4:42

I hope, wish, and pray that someday you will be able to.

SPEAKER_01 4:47

I got a potato, guys. A potato body. It's not meant to leave the couch. It's how she was born. No. It's just meant as not meant to leave the couch, but it's all good.

SPEAKER_02 5:01

Oh. Okay. The scene opens up on a beautiful sunny day. We get a skyline tour of old San Francisco houses on a hill. You know the painted ladies. The painted ladies. From full house. Famous landmarks and historic buildings. Then we land on a street full of runners. They line up under a large start/slash finish banner. The starter pistol fires and they're off. A news reporter details what we're seeing. And there's the gun, a male reporter announces, kicking off the 25th annual Chronicle Marathon, San Francisco. Over 6,000 runners in the race today. The camera focuses on an older black man wearing a white headband and black tank. And there's Tonde Mawaka, number 534. The announcer continues. A wide grin splits Mawaka's face as he runs, raising his arms above his head excitedly. What a story he is. The legendary proud lion, two-time Olympic champion, and he's come all the way from his homeland of Nigeria to run in today's event, which he's referred to as his final lap. Oh. We watch as more runners move along the bay past Alcatraz Island. Tande Mawaka grabs a cup of water from the outstretched hand of a volunteer. The announcer continues. Of course, Tonde's threatened to retire before, but you know, if this does turn out to be his valedictory race, it will be quite a day to remember. The announcer promises to continue to check on Tonde's progress as we watch some run under a grove of Monterey cypress trees, the golden gate at their back, while others make their way through the Palace of Fine Arts. You know, this show really is a love letter to San Francisco. It is. And there's a point later on where I go into the history of one of my favorite buildings of the green one.

SPEAKER_01 6:48

Yes. Yeah. I love it.

SPEAKER_02 6:50

Monk and Sharona joined the crowd of supporters. Monk is wearing a hat.

SPEAKER_01 6:55

It is so cute. I have a note here. I was like, make sure you talk about the baseball hat because it is just so cute to see Monk in a baseball hat.

SPEAKER_02 7:05

I have never seen this monk before. He looks like he's 10 years old. Like the hat fits, but it's clear he like it's obvious he doesn't wear hats often. It just looks out of place with his hat, but he's so excited. Yes. He shares a big excited smile with Sharona. Two cameras, she notices. Yeah, Monk confirms, holding a disposable camera in each hand. In case one breaks. Where is he? Well he won't be at the front, Sharona tells Monk, tiptoeing to look over the crowd. He is sixty five years old. Sixty three, Monk corrects. He's my idol. Did I mention that? Sherona nods. About a million times. No, seriously. Tande Moaka is the greatest runner who ever lived. I saw him run in Los Angeles in 1973. He was 400 yards behind with less than a mile to go. He had nothing left. And somehow he just he just found it. It was the most amazing finish. I can't believe you've never heard of him. Is there any famous person you'd have to go and try to see?

SPEAKER_01 8:08

Oh. Musicians. Oh, guys, okay. Something happened recently which is very sad. Sorry, the very was a little too much. No. Please stop editing yourself. Yeah, I well, the thing is that I actually do edit the podcast, and then I see things like me saying things that are a little bit too much. I like you just the way you are. Just you. Okay, so my former employer just celebrated an anniversary, and they had a huge party for the employees. And Paul McCartney played. And when I found out I cried. They didn't invite you? Well, they don't invite former employees. And I wasn't fired. I was it's called a separation agreement where you are separated, and we do we got separated. I don't know what my position is now. Like I no longer work for the company. I do not get any communication, you know. I had a very nice package when I left, and I am heartbroken to no longer work for them. And then this was the biggest, roughest pieces of salt in the wound. Because I would really love to see and hear Paul McCartney. And the thing is, is that it's not like going to a major arena where you're gonna be in the nosebleeds, right? This would have been much closer, a much more intimate. I mean, there's probably still thousands of people at the event at my former employer's, but it would have just been a much more intimate, intimate experience. So I'm I'm still hurting over that one because that was very recent. You didn't even tell me. I am so sorry. That's okay. Thank you. But if we're bringing up people that we would love to see, that is one. That's amazing. Now that I've made everyone on our listener, all of our listeners, you know, feel like, oh it sucks.

SPEAKER_02 10:32

We're living life together. That sucks. It sucks. I once met Seinfeld. Oh, yes, I remember you you waited by the back door, didn't you? He was performing at Deanza College, which was right near my parents. I was right out of college, and we didn't watch Seinfeld growing up, but I just recently found a stand-up and loved him. Loved him. Um, his stand-up specifically, so I really wanted to go. So I thought I was really into magical thinking at the time. I still am, but I thought I could somehow, maybe he was gonna like smoke. He doesn't smoke, but like maybe I could just meet him outside and then he'd let me in backstage. I don't know.

SPEAKER_01 11:11

So I went be like, do you want to go get a coffee? Yeah.

SPEAKER_02 11:14

I went there and it was pouring rain, which it never is. And I got there and realized, oh no, you need tickets to this. And so I was about to walk away and then I was like, maybe I could just listen at the door. So I went to some closed doors and listened through a little crack, and it was so frustrating because I could hear the beginning of the joke, but the way the sound worked, the laughter would come before the punchline.

SPEAKER_04 11:39

I kept getting frustrated.

SPEAKER_02 11:40

That's so sad. And then an usher came out and saw me listening like a sad little mouse at the door, and he was like, Do you want to get in? And I was like, Yes. So he snuck me into like the third row.

unknown 11:51

Oh my god.

SPEAKER_02 11:52

And I got to see the whole last section. And then um I was on my way out before the second showing, and I saw a few people lined up at the side door where it looked like, and a limo like waiting in the rain. And I was like, that looks like where Seinfeld would exit. So I got in line with them. There were only like four people. I just had my little journal, and the second show ended. He came out, his eyes were dilated for Jesus. And I just told him, I love you. I'm such a fan. He put his hand on my left shoulder, said, Thanks, thanks very much, and signed his name, and that was it. And then at that moment, I thought, the world is mine, I can do anything. It was a good moment.

SPEAKER_01 12:43

Oh, I only remembered the very end of that story because I've known you for so long.

SPEAKER_02 12:48

I didn't remember the whole of it. It was such a big, big deal for me.

SPEAKER_01 12:53

Oh, I love that.

SPEAKER_02 12:56

Yeah. So we've got Monk. He's about to meet his Seinfelder, his back.

SPEAKER_01 13:01

Yes.

SPEAKER_02 13:02

And this is a new side to him. Up until now, we've seen him get excited about murder and an organized garage. He's happy about someone who's alive. Yes. Nothing as common as a sport, but he's so excited. His usual discomfort and crowd seems to have vanished.

SPEAKER_01 13:19

And also he's excited about running, which involves perseverance and a celebration. Yes. And everything about this is very atypical from what we have learned. Absolutely.

SPEAKER_02 13:32

And it's fun to see a new side of him. Yes. So as he's watching the runners, Monk scans the crowd, which he should not do. The camera zooms in on a sweater bulge and Monk's smile falls. Sharona sees this. What's wrong? Monk waves toward an elderly man looking through binoculars. That man, he tells her, he's missed a button. Mm-hmm. Sherona pats him encouragingly. Don't worry about it. Come on, just have fun. They smile at each other and Monk Monk tries. Sixty-three years old and still running marathons, Monk comments. I gotta get in shape. Nah, you're in great shape, Sherona argues. I like seeing these two have fun together. I used to be Monk argues taking pictures. Now if I lose the remote, I just watch whatever's on. Sounds a little familiar. Monk looks at the sweater man through his viewfinder of his camera. They make it look like he's zooming in on the bulge, but you can't do that on disposable cameras.

SPEAKER_01 14:39

Oh I thought he was using binoculars. No, he was looking for it. It was his disposable camera. Yeah, you're right.

SPEAKER_02 14:45

And he goes, look at him. How can he stand it? Monk hands his camera to Sherona and approaches the disheveled man. I excuse me, sir, you missed a button. What? The man asks, lowering his binoculars. You missed a button, Monk repeats, pointing to the bulge. On the street we see Tonde running towards them. Sherona spots him. Adrian, she calls, but Monk is busy trying to physically fix the man's shirt. I'm getting anxious. Adrian, Adrian, he's coming. She continues to yell, but Monk is too wrapped up playing octopus arms to notice. I'm very good at buttons, Monk tells the assaulted man. Tonde smiles and waves, moving past quickly as Monk finishes evening out the man's sweater. You missed him, Sharona yells in full exasperation. You just missed him. Despondent Monk scans the crowd of runners, but Tonde Mowaka is gone. So I just wanted to go because I've been interested in what OCD actually is lately, and I just think it's interesting.

SPEAKER_01 15:48

So I love that you are interested in things. Thank you. I have no interest in things.

SPEAKER_02 15:54

It's part of how we used to watch TV. Like we would pause, we still do. We pause and we talk. Like it ignites it's like a full contact sport with us.

SPEAKER_01 16:04

My family and I do not talk. We put the TV on and we zone out. And we munch on food.

SPEAKER_02 16:13

Yeah, we eat too.

SPEAKER_01 16:14

And we pet our cats. Okay.

SPEAKER_02 16:18

So as far as OCD goes, this is pretty accurate. Here's what's happening to Monk's mind. The misaligned button creates what OCD researchers call an incompleteness trigger. A signal that something is wrong. It's loud and constant and itchy and causes real physiological distress. The brain offers only one solution, fix it. And until it's fixed, the noise doesn't stop. Monk isn't being rude. He isn't choosing the button over seeing Tonde. The compulsion takes over before another choice enters the picture. And when he acts on it, when he fixes the button, the brain gets his reward. The noise stops, relief floods in, and that relief is the problem because the brain logs it as proof. It really was an emergency, and acting on it was correct. Here's what I really worry about. Each time he acts on the compulsion, the brain gets a little more convinced it was necessary. The compulsion doesn't stay the same size, it grows. Just like addiction for me, and I think that's why I struggle a little bit. Every time I drank through my anxiety, the only solution was drink more. And addiction, alcoholism, is a progressive disease, and so is OCD.

SPEAKER_04 17:32

Mm-hmm.

SPEAKER_02 17:33

So I don't watch it just as these are his funny quirks. I watch it as this is a growing painful for you. Yeah, that's gonna get worse for him. But I have to suspend that knowing and live in a world where Monk's OCD does not progress.

SPEAKER_01 17:50

I wouldn't say that like him fixing this guy's button was funny to me. I mean, it's annoying to me. So I think for most people watching the show, they're like, oh, monk. Yeah. Like they're not, it's not meant to be funny necessarily, but there are multiple other moments where he's being quirky that are funny. Yeah. So they just make him up as like as a whole.

SPEAKER_02 18:20

Full spectrum. In an apartment, the race is on a TV. Look, there he is. There. Oh, oh no, that's not him. A woman says painting her toenails. Knowing Trevor, he probably stopped to sell someone a sofa bed.

SPEAKER_01 18:36

I don't know why. It's not funny. I'm sorry. I don't know. Oh, those that little I got the giggles.

SPEAKER_02 18:50

Lisa, she continues, what is wrong with me? I mean, I can't stand the son of a bitch, yet I'm trying to catch a glimpse of him. This is ridiculous. The camera slowly zooms from the red nail polish to the polisher. A young brunette with olive skin and a side parted bangs speaks into a cordless phone. Behind her, a man wearing a tracksuit enters from the front door.

SPEAKER_01 19:14

He closes she hangs up. Oh you're right, thank you. She's no longer on the phone, guys. Oh wait. Lisa It's not she didn't yet.

SPEAKER_02 19:22

Oh she didn't yet. No, because this next line is important into the phone. Guys, pretend I didn't say anything. You didn't. What? What? He closes it silently, then creeps forward. Our brunette is too busy hanging on Lisa's every word to notice the intruder. I told him he has to make up his mind once and for all. The guy can't have his cake and eat it too. She continues oblivious. The creep hovers behind her wearing gloves. Hello, Gwen, he says from behind. I guess after the cake comment she hung up. Yeah, she does hang up at some point. Gwen turns startled. Trevor, what are you doing here? Because if she hadn't hung up, then Lisa would have heard. Lisa would have been like, oh my god. Yeah, I heard her say Trevor. But no. She says, Trevor, what are you doing here? I thought you were running the marathon. A quick visual on Trevor, since I have a hunch, we'll be seeing him again. He seems average height, although right now he looms over the sitting Gwen. He's not super muscular, nor is he skinny. He'd probably do just fine in today's marathon. He's middle aged, maybe late thirties, with dark blonde hair and fair skin. He's cute. It's a nice face. Classic. I would go on a date with him. Yeah. But it doesn't look so nice right now. He looks at Gwen with dead light blue eyes, dropping his duffel back, he walks menacingly towards her. The camera moves outside the building where we hear a quick shout. Then there's Gwen, her limp body tossed from a window, purple silk pajamas fluttering in the wind.

SPEAKER_01 20:54

The next scene opens with a wide shot of the Sentinel building. Guys, I'm so sorry. When I said I'd go on a date with him, that was before he was a murderer. I don't go on dates with murderers. Is that on your hinge profile?

SPEAKER_02 21:09

Um, I use bumble. Okay, but you've specified that.

SPEAKER_01 21:12

Yes. Okay, good.

SPEAKER_02 21:13

No killers. You have to be very specific with these things, otherwise. Okay. The next scene opens with a wide shot of the Sentinel building. One of my favorite buildings in the cities. Three streets, Columbus, Kearney, and Jackson, all collide together at the foot of an old building, which itself is shaped like a triangle. It looks like a ship about to crash into this weird intersection. The sentinel building is iconic in San Francisco. It rises up nearly eight stories tall. Originally it was gold and shiny and cladding copper, which would have been cool to see. But a hundred years of life and fog has turned it into this gorgeous sea foam blue green. Bay windows jut out along the fronts and sides, and a rounded dome on top may Makes it regal as anything. It's one of my favorite buildings just for beauty's sake, but I've never taken time to look up the history. Thanks, Monk. Do you want to hear the history or would you rather we just go through it? Let's just go through it. On June 13th, 1970, the city officially recognized it as San Francisco Landmark 33, which means you can't tear it down. Perfect. For years people were trying to buy it and turn it into high rises. It makes me crazy. And there they are driving past this iconic building. Monk in the passenger seat gripping his hair in fury. I can't believe I missed him. I can't believe I missed Tonda. Sharona is not very sympathetic here. Well, it's your own fault, she says, turning to him. You should have ignored the stupid sweater. It was askew, Monk whines, as if that explains everything. So what, she demands. Why can't you let people be askew? I mean, what are you? The askew police? I love that line. The askew police. Monk looks forward. Yes, he says dryly, I'm the askew police. Ahead, they both notice something strange. What's going on, Monk Squints? Is that the captain? And it is. As we live and breathe, there is Leland standing near a pile of blood wearing a pile of blood.

SPEAKER_01 23:24

I don't even know what I was trying to say. A big old puddle of blood, maybe. Fine. Wearing a track suit and jeans. Guys, Stadelmeyer in a track jacket is so cute. I would definitely go on a date with him. He's a major babe. Understated.

SPEAKER_02 23:42

Mm-hmm. He's got kind of a magnum PI kind of feel. It is very 80s. It feels like. Mm-hmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kind of a babe. He's talking animatedly to a couple of detectives. My kid throws a fastball like, but with both pointer fingers out, about 12 inches. He's about to deliver the punchline only to be interrupted by our favorite side dish, Randy. Randy for his part is also bringing a new look. Short sleeve Hawaiian shirt with cargo shorts. He holds up a phone. I was just talking to the business manager. He's on his way. Okay, Stot turns. Pointer fingers still out front. Work the street, get statements from everybody. Then releasing the finger hold his hands just become hands. He walks away with Randy. It's supposed to be my day off, he shouts. You're telling me, Randy commiserates. Our two heroes enter the scene. Monk, what are you doing here? We were just driving by, Monk tells them excitedly. What do you got? We got a dead girl. She lives on the twenty first floor. Either she slipped or she jumped. They walk towards the body. Or she had some help. Staldmeyer pulls the covering back and Monk takes a look. It was murder, Monk blurts instantly. It's possible, yeah, Disher confirms. No, Monk turns, certain. That's what happened. It was murder. And how can you possibly know that, Monk? Dish asks exasperated. You just got here. Her toenails, Monk gestures down the body. She didn't finish painting them. She was obviously interrupted. Isn't it the style now? Dish's dumb face asks. Like you'd know, Sharona quips, hands on hips. Quips hands on hips. Boop boop boop boop boo. Stademeyer kind of agrees with Monk, waving the paramedics to finish putting the body into the ambulance. Anyway, we'll know soon enough when the medical examiner looks at her. Stadlemeyer puts a stick of gum in his mouth, then offers some to Monk, who politely refuses. Thanks for stopping by, Stot warmly says to Monk. It was good to see you. If I didn't know that these were aired out of order, I'd have whiplash.

SPEAKER_01 25:56

And also a kind reminder to our listeners: no one calls him Stot besides Jen, who has to take copious notes. I was like, I wasn't sure what kind of adjective to use. Laborious, is that a word too? Copious means large amounts. Laborious means it's hard.

SPEAKER_02 26:14

I wouldn't say it's hard. It is a lot of labor.

SPEAKER_01 26:17

She spends a lot of time on these notes, guys.

SPEAKER_02 26:20

I there's something wrong with me. No, I like it. Yeah. But I do call him Stot, and also I kind of like it. It's like he's my special friend in his little track jacket.

SPEAKER_01 26:33

Yeah, but just when you go to watch the show, don't get confused.

SPEAKER_02 26:37

Yeah. Today we're getting kind Captain.

unknown 26:40

Yeah.

SPEAKER_02 26:41

He's happy to see Monkey. I am so happy when he's happy. He taps Monk on the arm. As long as you're here, you want to make some money? And want to be buddies? Yeah. Best friends. Monk smiles and nods. Sure. They move to Gwen's apartment. Leland is on the phone pacing. Yeah, that's what I thought. Thanks, Paul. Paul the ME, remember him from the carnival? Oh, you are so absurd. Smacking his gum loudly, Staldemeyer addresses the room. Boys and girls, listen up. That was the medical examiner. She was strangled before she went over the edge. This is now a homicide investigation. Randy rushes to his side. Leland continues, don't touch anything, don't lean on anything, and be careful where you walk. The apartment is full, and I'm like, were they touching everything beforehand? Shouldn't the announcement have been made a little sooner? But anyway, Randy is just now putting on gloves. Stalemeyer approaches Monk. What do you think? She lived alone, Monk asks. Yeah, the cap confirms, but uh check this out. He moves purposely through the room. She he opens a small fridge with a foot, has beer in the fridge. Then to the end of the bar, and cigars in the humidor. Boyfriend, Monk surmises. Yeah, Dish jumps in, and according to her neighbors, she had an ex husband and a boyfriend who nobody ever saw. And I'm like, if nobody ever saw him, then why did the neighbors know about him? Monk looks down to a bunch of bills and an unemployment application. Well someone was paying her bills. She was on unemployment. Somebody was buying her a lot of gifts, Saddlemeyer pipes in. Monk walks towards a pile of bags and packages. She hasn't opened any of them. Maybe she was planning on returning them, Disher guesses, then chuckling. I mean, look at this guy's taste. Sherona snaps her head at Disher in shock. What are you talking about? This stuff is great. I mean, look at this. She starts digging through a gift bag. Sherona, Disher stops her. Evidence. Monk sniffs the air. You smell that? No, Sharona tells him. But the captain does a double sniff. Like that. What is that? Chamomile, Monk tells him. It's an herb. It grows like a wild weed. I'm sorry, who can smell chamomile in the air? Monk. He can feel a fleck of pebble on his toes. Everything is sensitive on this man. Okay, okay. Stodemeyer is all of us. He knows what chamomile is. He hollers for someone to check the kitchen for chamomile tea. I hate chamomile, by the way.

SPEAKER_01 29:15

I love it. Oh, damn it.

SPEAKER_04 29:19

I did it again.

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I have such a problem. Monk squats to look behind a TV. He studies a cordless phone underneath. He calls the captain over. Look at this, he tells him. Her speed dial, number three, is blank. The camera zooms to show a list on the back of the phone. Names link to numbers and yeah, number three is in fact blank. The rest are filled in. It's weird. Stodemeyer lifts up the phone with a pen. If she had a lover and she wanted to be discreet, Monk begins, she would not have listed his name, Stodemeyer finishes, and they're finishing each other's sentences now. Tisher grabs the phone to take it into evidence, but before he can, Monk using his pen dials three, and after two rings a man answers. Randy holds the phone up to the captain's face. Hi, um this is Captain Leland Stodemeyer with the SFPD. Who am I talking to? The scene abruptly shifts and a familiar face fills the screen. Hey, it's me, Trevor McDowell, he says to the camera, and man does he look different. Instead of a killer's glower, this Trevor is all smiles and crinkly eyes. He's wearing a ref shirt holding two fully suited boys ready to box it out. We've just opened a new furniture showroom right here in San Mateo, right off Route one hundred one. Trevor releases the two kids and they box. Hey, listen, he continues, while two men watch behind a couple monitors. If your family's like mine, the furniture in your house takes a real beating. Monk Sharon and the captain walk behind the two directors, taking in the scene. The kids wail on each other until Trev breaks it up, telling them to hey, keep it clean. That's why you need furniture that can go the distance. Isn't that right, honey? Trev puts an arm around a smiley blonde. That's right, honey. With low prices that'll knock you out. The commercial continues, but we've seen all of these kinds before. And Monk notices a lamp that is askew. You know he is the askew police. Despite Sharona's demands for him to let it go, Monk creeps into the shot and straightens the lamp. Cut, someone yells. And that's an example of the OCD really taking over. Mm-hmm. This is someone's business. As the family waits for a second take, Stodemeyer approaches Trevor. What's going on? The wife asks. Stodemeyer notices the kids and down plays. Nothing serious. I think maybe one of the employees is passing bad checks. Trevor stands up, telling tells her he's sure everything is okay, and she takes the kids inside. He moves to talk privately with Leland. You've got a beautiful family, Mr. McDowell, Stodemeyer tells him. You don't have to tell me that, Trevor agrees, taking a seat in the director's chair. So, he addresses them, about Gwen. I heard about it on the news, but they say she was murdered. Is that true? At the captain's confirmation, Trevor sighs and lowers his head. Horrible, he says. Do you have any leads? We're working on it, Monk tells him. She was your girlfriend, Stadlmeyer tells him, a statement, not a question. Trevor glances over to his family, then nods. Yeah, I really screwed up big time. How long have you been screwing up? The captain asks. Trevor tells them everything. He met her two years ago. She was an actress in one of his commercials. She was the girl in the waterbed. Sharona cuts in here. Oh my god, I remember that one. Yeah, she nods a huge grin on her face. Yeah, I like that commercial. You're a natural in front of the camera, Monk tells him. Then do you drink tea, Mr McDowell? Sometimes Trevor ascends, chuckling. Camomile? No. Stodemeyer tags back in. The building manager said that you've been paying her rent. He also said you called him a month ago saying you would not be renewing her lease. That's correct, Trevor confirms. I was trying to break it off. I realized I had made a mistake. My family's life? He looks at the captain imploringly. Gwen understood that. Monks like sure, Jan. Did she? I thought she did, Trevor admits. We talked about it. Do you have an alibi for 755 this morning? Stod asks. We know what it'll be. 755? I would have been, he looks up af as if trying to remember. On Hate Street. Anybody see you? Oh yeah, Trev tells them confidently. About a thousand people. See, I was running in the marathon.

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This fool is way too amenable. I do not like him. I mean, obviously I know he's the I mean we don't like him, but he's so nice here.

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Yeah. I do kind of like him. I'm like, well, let's just we know he's the killer, but he's he seems like a good dad. It's fine. Staldemeyer looks at Monk a little shocked. Monk too was not expecting this. He bites his lip and looks away. You realize we have several ways to verify that? Good, Trev tells them. Because the sooner you clear me, the sooner you can catch the bastard who did it. But you're the bastard. Trevor hands the captain his business card with his home phone on the back. As the party is breaking up and Trevor's heading back to the showroom, Monk tosses out one final question. How'd you do? Excuse me? Trev asks, turning to face him. In the marathon, Monk clarifies, How'd you do? Trev is unflappable. Three hours forty one minutes. Personal best, actually. Monk continues to read him. Were you drafting or running open field? Open field, Trevor repeats, then to Monk. Are you a runner? Ah, years ago, high school. Made all state. At this Sharona whips towards him in disbelief. You ran? Later the two are still discussing it. Leaving Sharona's car, Monk looks at her. What? I can't picture you on a track team.

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I had a life before we met. This is like the first we hear that he's a runner. I mean, obviously we told you at the beginning of the episode, but this is news, just like Sharona is like surprised. Yeah. I was surprised. Yeah, so was I. I love it.

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I do too. Oh, no, no, no. I know you had a life. A bike nearly runs into her as she's giggling. I just didn't think it involved wearing gym shorts and showering with other guys. But Monk's like, actually, I didn't shower with other guys. He had a note from his doctor. Sherona is unsurprised. I bet you had a lot of notes from your doctor. As a matter of fact, I did. I had a whole separate binder, Monk explains as they walk into a large brick building. So what are we doing here? Sharona asks before they go in. The captain already checked him out and he definitely ran the marathon. I know, Monk explains. I just want to make sure. Inside the building we see several people working behind card tables. A map of the race route is pinned behind them. Hello, can we help you?

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A friendly woman calls. I'm Adrian Monk. Oh no, no, you can't miss this line. He goes, A stampede as multiple people walk towards them. Because you know, with his OCD, he normally needs a wipe for one person. But this is like five people walking towards them. It is so funny. See, this is what happens when I try to edit. She tried to leave something out, and I was like, no.

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So I'm Adrian Monk. I called earlier. Oh yes, Mr. Monk. Uh, please excuse the mess. After the marathon, we kind of just hibernate for a while, you know? Then the introductions begin, and there's a lot. Monk shakes each hand hesitantly while Sharona digs through her bag. I'm starting to sweat. I thought she maybe didn't have wipes.

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Oh well, she was getting them out. She was getting them out. And the idea was that he was gonna clean his hands after the last person.

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Oh boy. The last man Monk shook hands with was Black, a janitor named Carl Jenkins. In response to Monk's vigorous wiping, Jenkins, offended, asks, You got a problem with me? Monk looks up flustered. What? Oh no, no, no. I hate this moment. I hate it so much. But it's too late. You don't want to shake a brother's hand. You just say no. You don't gotta go wiping it off. Sharona jumps in to defend. Oh no, he does that to everybody. Jenkins does not buy it. Am I blind? Do I look like I'm blind? I saw what I saw. Monk is frozen, mouth opened, unable to respond. I it heavily relate to this. What's happening in Monk's brain is the automatic social response that most people are able to rely on shuts down in highly anxious OCD types of brains. So when there's a lot of pressure, his brain just trips like a circuit breaker. His system goes offline with ADHD. It's very similar. I remember in high school, a teacher, I mean high school, college, anytime I was called on, my brain froze and I would never know the answer. Five minutes later I would. But not in the world. I freeze too. Yeah. Yeah. There's so it's an overload, the working memory plus emotions hitting at the same time. When something feels intense, especially conflict or fear of being misunderstood, my brain can't seem to juggle everything at once. I can't feel the flood of emotions, find the words, and then organize them all at the same time. Frustratingly, for both types of freezing, from the outside perspective of the other person, you might come across as guilty, avoidant, or my worst fear, stupid. Like I hated being in arguments I felt passionate about and having my brain betray me.

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I still have to- That's why I can't like have any political conversations. No, because I feel so strongly about it, but I lose my words.

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It is honestly one of the most frustrating things because it doesn't matter how much I prepare. It doesn't matter how well I know the issue. When I'm faced with it, my brain will freeze in that moment. Both OCD and ADHD affect the executive function system, the part of the brain that handles organization, emotional regulation, switching gears, and pulling up information under pressure. It's a long way to say Monk is frozen, and I guess Sharona is too, because before the misunderstanding can be solved, Jenkins shakes his head in disgust. I'm gonna go lock up downstairs. If I stick around here, I might do something I regret. It's awful. I feel really bad for Jenkins too, because this is not what's happening here. And then I think there's two ladies there that cross their arms. But that wound will stay with Jenkins. Yeah, of course. The two heads of the group cross their arms, like you said, also disgusted by Monk's behavior. Head woman number two, Tilly Graves, tells the flustered detective, We're all just people, Mr. Monk. Of course we are, Monk hurries to agree. I always have to. He wipes his hand, then gesturing to Jenkins. I'm not Sharona also pipes in. Oh no, he's not. But the mint remonstrations are cut off.

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I mean, there is kind of a humor layer to this. Like, I'm not, it's not as tragic as we're making it. It is still a funny show.

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I do over-empathize with all of it.

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We're we're just yes, we're just like seeing the tragedy in it.

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For someone that says he's uncomfortable 24-7, I just want to make things easier for Monk. Yeah. It's just so sad. Okay. Both women glare at Adrian. I just I just need some information. How many people uh how many people ran in the marathon today? 6,111, Angie tells him. People of all colors increase, Tilly adds. I'm sure they were, monk swallows. I wouldn't have it any other way. They glare unmoved. Um, how do you keep track of all of them? Sharona questions. That's all computerized, Angie explains, moving towards a nearby table. All runners are issued one of these. She grabs a small yellow tracker. It attaches to their shoe. There's a teeny tiny little computer chip inside, and we've got scanners at the starting lines, and another at the finish line. They read the computer chips. It's all very modern. Ben just ran a 10K, and I need to ask him how they monitor, because they monitor his time. And I'm just wondering if they still use a computer chip or maybe it's his watch, but not everybody can have a I bet they do use a little chip of some kind. I should have prepared for this better. But I'm a little jealous that he's running 10Ks.

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Yeah, that's impressive.

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Why does he have to do everything?

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I bet that you could do that too with your daily runner.

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I'm a daily shuffler. My goal is to get my heart rate up so that the pit of anxiety that lives in my chest depends on the water.

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What do you get your do you track your heart rate?

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No.

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Okay.

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I just know what it feels like.

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Because my heart rate goes up every day just by sitting on the couch. It's you know a chronic illness thing. I could get up to 120 without any movement.

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I run about two miles in twenty five minutes. That's wonderful. You know. But my goal is not weight loss, it's not being in shape. It is truly anxiety. Yeah. Medicine. Okay. She pads a gigantic desktop computer. We've got everybody's time right down to the tenth of a second. Hmm, Monk nods. But what if someone left the race and then came back? Angie chuckles a bit and shakes her head. Well, we'd know right away. Pointing at the big map, we've got checkpoints all along the route. Tilly pipes in. We had scanners every mile to keep track. Um, we're interested in a runner named Trevor McDowell, Sharona tells the woman. Angie knows just who they're talking about. Number 948. She looks to Tilly to confirm, who nods, I think Tilly is sleeping with Trevor. I don't think so. And fixed it. Oh, that was my guess at the beginning. I bet she fixed it and put the tracker on her own shoe. Something about her face, but then I realize she's just still mad at She's just mad, yeah. Angie checks the computer, highlighting Mr. McDowell, clicking, his face fills the screen. He's wearing glasses and kind of looks different. But Angie confirms what Trevor told them. He ran the race in three hours, 41 minutes, and 22 seconds. A really respectable time. Quite respectable. Daggers flash from Tilly's eyes. All of our racers are winners, be they white, black, or Latino.

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I feel like she left out so many races, but. She was trying to make a point.

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Many colors make a rainbow. Yes, ma'am. Monk tries again sincerely. I I'm a big rainbow guy. He loves rainbows, Sharona backs him up. But Tilly is not buying it and gives him another lethal look. About Mr. McDowell, did he miss any checkpoints? Andy clicks and the screen is all green. Nope, he ran the whole course from start to finish, paced himself beautifully. Monk frowns and starts staring off in thought. Later that night at the police station, Stodemeyer and his side dish are interrogating. I need to be back in his track, Jack. Yes, he is he hasn't changed. He's still off duty. Duds. Mr. Gillespie, how about I call you Arthur? The captain says, circling a new face. Arthur is clean cut, probably early thirties. He's fair skinned with short brown hair, neatly cut. He has large brown eyes, but really nothing spectacular about his face. He's inoffensive, I'd say. But he does have a nice butt chin. When he speaks, putting on large square glasses, I'm a little surprised by the rich gravel base of his voice, growling to Stot You can call me whatever you want. I'll stop. Good, the captain nods, arms crossed. How long were you and Gwen married? Four years. Monk and Sharona watched from behind mirrored glass. She walked out and you still loved her, Leland states. Sure, Arthur agreed. I had feelings for her. I bet you did, Stottlemeyer continues. Then she picks up with the dinette furniture salesman. TV guy, that's humiliating. You were jealous. You became furious. Monk notices a dirty spot on the glass and starts wiping it with his finger. Disher leans down sympathetically. I'd feel the same way. Arthur purses his lips. I don't like this being here. You're not supposed to like being here, Arthur. It's not a sports bar, it's an interrogation room. Monk can't get the dirty spot off. He turns to Sharona. I need a wipe. Back to Arthur, Stod asks. So why were you harassing your ex wife? Arthur leans his head back, closing his eyes and sighs. We've got the phone records, the captain continues. You were calling her twice a day. I don't call my wife twice a day. I was worried about her, Arthur says seriously. You call it worry. The judge called it stalking, Disher corrects. But that was three years ago, guys. Get over it. As he's defending himself, they all hear this that like squeaking from the other side of the glass.

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It's cracking me up, that like squeaks, squeaks, squeak Okay, it doesn't sound like that. It's like It is.

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It's a wait. What happened, Arthur? You went over there to talk, right? Stademeyer asks, trying to ignore the squeaks. You lost your temper. The squeaks get louder and Arthur removes his glasses again. What is that? What is that noise? Excuse me, the captain says over the continued wiping. He enters the observation room. He already knows what it is.

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Of course it's Monk.

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How's it going in there? Monk asks, fidgeting with his wipe. It's gone great, Sodelmeyer tells him, except he wants to know what that little squeaky noise behind the mirror is. That might have been me. There's a smudge, Monk points at the spot. I think it might be on your side. You can get it when you go back in. Monk hands the wipe to the captain, but Sharona grabs it. I'm sorry, she tells him. You think he's the guy? Monk redirects? It's possible. We watched Disher pacing around a very composed Arthur. She had a restraining order against him at one time, which apparently he honored. He says he was at home in bed at that time. Monk watches, nodding as the captain continues. I'd say he's a D plus, a C minus. He turns to Monk. What do you got? Trevor McDowell, Monk answers without hesitation. But the captain's like, no way. He was running the marathon. He checks out. The Monk's like he doesn't know how he did it, but he knows he did it. Yeah. I'll tell you why, Monk continues. Because Gwen was killed first, then she was thrown off the balcony. Disher enters the observation room listening to Monk's explanation.

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The balcony. That's the key. Why would the killer draw attention to himself? There's only one reason. To establish the exact time of death. He wanted everyone to know precisely when she died. Why? Because he had an alibi. An airtight alibi.

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Sharona looks to the captain. What do you think? Here the captain actually has a moment that smarts Monk. Yes. That never happens. Yeah.

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What do I think? He responds, all arm crossed and squinty-eyed. I think it's not possible. Because he was wearing a computer chip. And he passed all the checkpoints. Monk is swayed by that captain's argument. He nods, frustrated. I know, that's right. Then offhandedly refilling his coffee, Staldemeyer tosses out, unless he took the chip off and passed it off to another runner. At this, Monk turns. Is that what you meant by him having a good idea? Yeah. At this monk turns, staring intensely at the captain. That's interesting, he whispers, the music picking up a little. Yeah? Staldmeyer stares back, matching his intensity. Electricity popping between their gazes. Yeah, maybe he dropped it into another guy's pocket. So it looked like he finished the race. Very interesting, Monk repeats. You are a genius. Stademeyer's eyes get extra twinkly and he waves away the compliment. Anything else I can help you with? Monk points at the smudge. Give give him a wipe, he tells Sharona. Just one. But Stadelmeyer Stadelmeyer says no. The smudge stays. You go. Back at the Marathon Admin Building, Angie is typing on her computer keys, and I can't help but relive the delicious feeling that big thick keyboard keys felt like. Remember those big thick ooh yum. So now we're looking for two runners, she says to Monk. That's right, he excitedly confirms. We're looking for two runners who had the exact same time as Trevor McDowell. Right, right, right, Sharona breaks in. Someone who was neck and neck with him for the whole race. Neck and neck, and you repeat.

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This is so stupid. As if she could possibly do a search on thousands of runners to find this data. You would have to write script for that and then search the database. Right. I feel like we would need script for that. Yeah. In this universe, it's very easy. I'm just being mean. They don't live in our universe.

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Nope. Sorry, Angie apologizes. Nobody else had the exact same time. Look, um, are we finished here? She asks, done with them both. But Sharona is not done. Was there another runner whose time at all the checkpoints was close to Mr. McDowell's, like within a second or two?

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You don't need to write any script to search this. Go ahead.

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Right. Yeah. Angie dives back in. Surprise, surprise, there is a runner who ran the whole race just a few paces from Mr. McDowell. Number 534. She prints out something and Sharona takes a look. Who is it? Me and Monk ask. But Sharona is shocked. Sherona, Monk tries again. She finally finds her words. Tonde. Tonde. Tonde, Ton Day, Tande. Later, Monk and Sharona stand in a hotel suite. It's expansive and ritzy. You know, I read an article about this hotel, Sherona tells us. I know how much a suite costs. How much? Monk grunts. Two thousand dollars a night. That's a lot even back then. It's probably like ten thousand now.

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We inflation Yeah.

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We step more into the room and she continues. You said Tande was a simple quiet man, like a poet. So? So how many poets can afford to stay here? What are you saying? Monk asks, moving to a large couch. I'm saying, Sharona says seriously, that he could have made some extra money helping a rich furniture salesman kill his mistress. Monk does not have time for this nonsense. Scoffing to the heavens, he tells her to sh then that's not possible, okay? It is off the table. End of discussion. She leans over a fruit basket. Don't touch anything, Monk snaps. Well, isn't the kettle getting a little mouthy? You're telling me not to touch anything? But Monk is very serious. That's Tande's fruit, he tells her petulantly. Just then the man himself enters the room. Sorry to keep you waiting, he tells them, and Monk moves moon eyed towards him. Tande Mawaka Adrian Monk Ah, Adrian Tande smiles down at him. How nice to meet you. Sir, Monk stutters, I I have admired you since I was a very strong child. Young child, Shrona cracks. Young child. This is Shrona, my my something. I'm his assistant, Shrona cracks him again. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Mawaka. Just call me Tande, Tande tells them, inviting them both to sit. But Monk is not done fawning. Sir, I saw you run it in Los Angeles in nineteen seventy three. At this, Tonday chuckles appreciatively. The big comeback I'm not gonna try to do his accent. Yes. I think that's best. Yeah, Monk confirms. They're all still standing and I'd prefer them to sit already. I still don't know how I did it, Tonday smiles and they laugh together. Well, it changed my life, Monk tells them. Tonde sits, but Monk is still standing, now over him. You you were Sharona jumps in to help, and they both sit. Adrian was a runner too, she tells Tonday. Ah, is that so? What were you running? I I ran what you ran, Monk stumbles. Just not as fast. You still run? Tonde asks. No, no, I quit, Monk tells them, tells him, looking down. Why? There there was an incident in high school during a race, Monk says quietly. So they uh broke your spirit, Tonday guesses then. You know, spirits are very fragile, easy to break, but not impossible to repair.

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I love that line. Spirits are very fragile, easy to break, but not impossible to repair. Isn't that beautiful?

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It is. At that line, Monk raises his head, eyes wet. He beams at Tonde. I like that. Tande shifts gears. You know, the hotel manager tells me you were with the police. I'm helping the police, Monk responds. A young woman has been killed. Oh, Tonde breathes. Then, handing out mugs, have some tea. Monk grabs the three remotes. Tonda, we're interested in another runner, Trevor McDowell. Do you know him? Tande shakes his head. No. Okay, Monk replies, pointing a remote at the TV. Then the other one, then the third one. It's all fumbly bumbly with Sherona trying to help, until Tande stands, grabbing another remote and turns on the TV. Right there on the screen is number five thirty four, Tande himself running with the others. There it is, wide eyed Tande gasps. That old man is me? That's you, Monk affirms, and right behind you is Trevor. According to the computer, he was either right behind you or ahead of you the whole race, Sharona tells him. And later in the race, Monk fast forwards, then pauses, here. You see McDowell has disappeared. He didn't show up again until the very end. Looking at Tande, Monk asks, Do you remember if he was near you the entire time? Sharona takes a sip of tea, a sour expression filling her face. Tande's beautiful brows furrow. I'm sorry, when I'm running, I'm not thinking about other runners. I'm testing myself. Sharona breaks up this moment. I um I really love this place. Does the marathon committee pay for all of this? Monk presses his lips together, annoyed at his girlfriday. Tonde seems a bit upset too. You ask me if I can afford a suite like this? Sherona's all no. But Tonde's just smiles bigger. A month ago, I signed a big contract with a big shoe company. Monk beams. Tonde looks at Monk. Let me guess. Size ten. In the next scene, Monk jogs in the hotel lobby in brand new running shoes, his loafers in his hands. He's like a child. He is so precious. He exits the lobby door, bouncing excitedly towards Sharona. Remember what he said to me? From one runner to another. Sharona is not swayed though. Remember, Tonda gave us gave me some tea. Yeah, Monk affirms, continuing to gaze at his new sneakers. Well, I saved the bag. She pulled it out dangling from Monk to see. What is it? Chamomile, she says meaningfully.

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Okay, we need to discuss this. Yeah. You say chamomile. Uh huh. I say chamomile. You say chamomile. Are are they is it potato potato? Yeah. Okay. It's like pecan pecan. Okay. Yeah. Just wanted to make sure I wasn't saying it wrong. No, no, no.

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You make a meal out of your tea. I make a mile. Outside at a park, Monk sprints toward a walking Sharona. Let it go. It's a coincidence, he tells her. You think it's just a coincidence that your hero, Tonday, drinks chamomile tea? she questions doubtfully. Yes, I do. Monk bounces. I love these sneakers. Oh I see. Whenever I think of something, it's just a coincidence. Whenever you think of something, it's a work of genius. Exactly, Monk confirms. It was McDowell. He did it. How? Don't know yet, Monk responds, obnoxiously jogging around her. Okay, Sharona continues, ignoring Monk, who is now miming slow motion running. Tonda came through here, she points at his side path, at forty seven minutes fifteen seconds, and McDowell was just a few seconds behind him. Monk ignores her, darting around and besides. Amazing, am I actually touching the ground? Because I don't feel like I'm touching the ground. She watches, unimpressed. Did I mention these were a gift from my friend Tante? It is pretty cool. Imagine meeting your actual hero and he's even better in person. Yeah. Sharona finally gives him the attention he's begging for. You think you're faster than me, huh? Monk laughs at her condescendingly. Using a stick, Sharona draws a line in the dirt. Okay, from here to that pole. She points to a no swimming sign and back. Fine, Monk agrees. She pats Monk on the back. This should be easy for you. You're good at touching poles. Monk smirks. Oh, see? Now I'm not going to be able to run because I'm laughing so hard. They both line up side by side. Okay, Sharona begins. Ready, set, go. But just as she's about to launch, Monk puts a hand in front of her. Hold it. Hold on. Hold it. Wait. Picking up the stick, this line is a little crooked. Monk redraws it. Okay, they get back into position. On your mark. Hold it, hold it. Monk again picks up the stick to perfect the line. He painstakingly draws the line in the dirt, taking forever. Until Sherona explodes, grabbing a purse, she tells Monk to just forget it. They get to the bridge. Okay, after this point, Mr. McDowell is no longer visible on the tape, Sherona tells us and Monk. Monk looks to the end of the bridge. This is it, he says, squinting ahead. It's a blind spot, right here. You see how the paths curve? No room for spectators. Camera pants to where our hearers are looking, and yeah, it seems like if Mr. McDowell timed it just right, he'd be completely alone. Monk points. He could duck behind those bushes. Nobody would miss him. He's scanning the path. Then asks Sharona when they were there, who tells him one hour and five minutes into the race. Monk stares off thinking, then start the watch, he tells her. We're gonna time this.

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And she has an actual stopwatch instead of using her phone. That's right. Because they didn't have phones yet, or you know, like little iPhones or an inferior product.

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Right, our flip phones couldn't do this. Sharona clicks the watch and they head off path. They ascend a small hill and Monk sees something. Stop the watch, he orders. She does, then watches Monk bend down to pick a small flower. What is it? He puts it close to her face. Smell it. But Sharona acts like it's poop. Her over the top reaction is weird because we know what it is. It's chamomile. But I don't like chamomile either. But would you not smell the flower? She's acting like he's putting poop in her face. Okay. We'll have the lab check for traces at the crime scene. Sharona looks around confused. What was he doing here? Changing his clothes, Monk reveals. Then start the stopwatch. Monk starts miming, removing his clothes. Sherona looks even more repulsed than she was when asked to smell the flower. What are you doing now? Changing my clothes, Monk tells her breathlessly. Then, as he's miming, removing his pants, looks at her seriously. Would you mind, please? Some privacy needed. Rolling her eyes, Sharona turns around to give the fully dressed man some privacy. Monk finishes his perdenda undressing. Then he had to get across town. Sharona points ahead. There's a road over there. They follow the path to the busy street. He couldn't have parked here, Sharona tells Monk. The street was blocked off on Saturday. Remember? Monk scans the roadway and Sharona continues. He couldn't have parked anywhere. Maybe he didn't drive, Monk offers. Then how did he get across town? Sharona asks and Monk points. A trolley car pulls right in front of them. Have you ridden a trolley car?

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Babe, they're called cable cars.

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They're also called trolleys.

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No, they're cable cars. Trolleys are different. Oh, what a dumb babe I am. The cable cars hold on to a cable that's underneath. Got it. A trolley connects above. You're right. Thank you so much. I know this only because I moved here and had to learn about cable cars at the cable car museum. Oh, great. So you have ridden on one? No. I learned I learned about them. They're very cool. The cable gets like washed and like returned. It's at the cable car museum. You could watch it. Uh-huh. But I've never been on one because I I I just don't know. I also have never been on one. They're very touristy. I think only tourists go on them. And of course, if I go to San Francisco, I'm essentially a tourist for the day. We really should do that. At this point, I would be in a wheelchair, and I don't think you can hop on in a wheelchair. I think by the law they must accommodate wheelchairs, but it just would be too much.

SPEAKER_02 1:03:40

Well, they're on one. They are on one. Back to the story. So they hop on this cable car and it's packed with people. Monk grimaces, watching a large man close enough to smell, eating snacks. Monk redirects to Sharona. How are we doing? He asks her. She looks at her stopwatch. 17 minutes 20 seconds. Monk is getting more and more uncomfortable. He won't sit down, he won't hold onto the pole. How do you explain it? Sharona asks him. I touch everything you're afraid to touch, yet I never get sick. I can't explain it, Monk tells her. It's inexplicable.

SPEAKER_01 1:04:13

I hate touching poles on handles on public transport too. I do too. When I was younger and I used to have to commute downtown, this is in Chicago, I'd be wearing heels. And you have to, you have to hold on if you're in heels. Because, like, who can balance in heels? I'm sorry. I don't have the abs for that. And I hated it so much and I carried sanitizer in my purse.

SPEAKER_02 1:04:37

I was gonna say another one of my favorite things because of the pandemic is hand sanitizer everywhere. Because when you're in these situations now, you just get off and get hand sanitizer.

SPEAKER_01 1:04:47

Yeah.

SPEAKER_02 1:04:47

It's great. I can't explain it, Monk tells her. It's inexplicable. No, you're inexplicable, she responds. Then shifting gears, so you gonna tell me? What? Why you quit running? She presses. You said there was an incident. Uh ancient history, Monk tries to brush off. But this isn't her first day. Come on, you know you're gonna tell me. Okay, fine, Monk concedes and we get a lovely flashback. May second, nineteen seventy four, a young monk standing with four other runners stretched, preparing to race. Monk narrates, our high school track team, we had a great year. We made it to the Allstate Conference. It was the biggest day of my life. It was all tied up. We get a shot of the stands, everyone is on their feet. It came down to the last event, the 1500 meter. A coach moves to the side of the track, holding a starter pistol. Everyone was depending on me. The coach raises the gun. But just before the gun, I look down. Young Monk looks down. And my laces were, you know, uneven. Young Monk drops to retie his shoes just as the gun goes off. We get an aerial view. The other runners dart ahead while Monk stays crouched over his laces. The crowd starts screaming. It was the first time I'd had a show. Had a problem, you know, like that, in public, Monk continues. A panicked young monk tries desperately to tie his shoes as the other runners lap him and the crowd looks on in disdain. Later, leaving his shoes in the trash, young monk walks away. I never ran again. That must have been terrible, Shrona says sympathetically. Back in color, Monk squints. I got over it. But Shrona is no fool. No, you didn't. But Shrona is no fool. No, you didn't. That's true, Monk nods. I didn't. Thank you. He stopped running, which is a much bigger deal than it seems. As I pointed out at the start of the show, running is one of the most effective natural tools an anxious brain has. It floods the brain with the exact chemicals that regulate anxiety and OCD symptoms. It gives the nervous systems false alarms somewhere to go, completing the stress cycle instead of leaving it suspended. Regular running actually lowers your baseline anxiety over time, which means OCD has less fuel to work with. Compulsions get louder when anxiety gets louder, quieter when it drops. A teenager who stops running because of untreated OCD doesn't just lose a sport. He lost one of the most powerful tools he had for managing the condition that took it from him. That's so sad. Think about it. His OCD made itself known publicly for the first time that day. To Monk, that's proof that it's taking over. And then he stops the one thing that naturally treated the anxiety, causing the OCD to get way worse. How terrifying and so sad.

SPEAKER_01 1:07:37

Having Jen watching this show is very sad. Oh no, am I ruining it for you? You're not ruining it for me. But if we're gonna empathize with Monk, we need Jen to be there because she's gonna like super empathize with Monk.

SPEAKER_02 1:07:50

He'll be okay, I promise. Jerked out of our reverie, Sharona shouts, Oh, this is our stop. The trolley stops at the bottom of Lombard Street. The streets in San Francisco are so steep.

SPEAKER_01 1:08:02

Well, the cable cars are made for the steep streets. They replaced the horses. And so the cable car routes are actually very few. So they're stopped at the bottom of the street. That makes no sense. I know. That's where they took it down. I get they could have just run down the hill. I don't know. Anyway.

SPEAKER_02 1:08:21

Now she tells us and Monk, we run to the top of the hill. Panting, the two enter Gwen's lobby. Sharona's totally fine from the run up. But Monk is not. He's wheezing. Okay, it's been 24 minutes and 10 seconds, Sharona tells him, holding the stopwatch. Monk hits the elevator button, but Sharona's like, no. You see, I don't think Mr. McDowell took an elevator. He wouldn't want to be seen, right? Smart Sharona, but the panting monk doesn't like where this is going. Next they climb one flight of stairs after another. Monk is dying, but he's going to be so flooded with all those feel-good endorphins. Panting and desperate, they finally get to Gwen's apartment. He had his own key to let himself in. Monk sets the scene. To Sharona, you're Gwen. The TV was probably on, so she's probably sitting here. He motions towards a nearby chair, doing her nails. Sharona takes a seat. Monk exhaustedly continues, panting. I'm the killer. I let myself in. Monk flops to a couch on the other side of the room. He sat on the couch, Sharona questions. I can do it from here, Monk tells her, continuing the narration. Okay, she hears him. She turns around. Sharona looks at the prone monk in confusion. You're gwin, he tells her. Turn around. Sherona hops up, turning around. Okay, Monk continues. Trevor, I thought you were running the marathon. They struggle, struggle, struggle. He strangles her, drags her off to the balcony. At Shrona not moving quick enough, Monk yells, Go. Okay. Over she goes. What's the time? Thirty-nine minutes. Thirty-nine minutes, Monk repeats. Okay, let's go, Shrona tells him. Okay, let's go, Monk repeats, turning his head into the couch. What are you doing? Shrona asks. Uh, I think he took a nap, Monk tells her. Monk is me in this moment. He's all of us. Yeah, you wish. I just have to say, we know from serial killer Ed Kemper that it takes way longer than you think to actually strangle person. Who's Ed Kemper? He was a Santa Cruz serial killer, the co-ed killer from the 70s. He killed, I think, five co-eds and his mother. Lovely. He turned himself in. He was actually really, really helpful in the FBI creating the behavioral science unit being developed where they started interviewing serial killers to get into the minds of these killers. He was a chatty cathy. He actually turned himself in. I'm gonna stop because I'm babbling, but he was 6'9 and he talks about whoa! He talks about how long it actually takes to strangle someone, and those are with big old meat hands. So there's there's no way this little Trevor guy killed Gwen by strangulation and did all of this in 39 minutes. I don't think so. It takes longer than they do it in the TV shows. Including running up, going up the stairs, all of that. Yeah. Later, Shrona and Monk march through Trevor's furniture store. Oh my god, Shrona stops to ogle a big purple recliner. I love this chair. It vibrates. Sharona, we're not here to shop. This is our primary suspect. Well, she responds, sauntering behind him. Maybe we can get a primary suspect discount. Just then Trevor sees them, loudly hollering, Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Monk and he pauses for a second, thinking, Sharona, am I right? They nod. What can I do for you? Trevor asks. Do you have a moment, sir? Monk asks. Trev is the picture of magnanimity. I have all the time in the world. As a matter of fact, there's a sale on the convertible sofa in stock if you're interested. Monk's like, no, thank you.

SPEAKER_01 1:11:52

I have a completely unrelated thing to share about convertibles. There was this place called Jennifer Convertibles that was near my house when I was growing up. We would pass it, and I thought they sold red convertible cars. Obviously. And then I found out one day that they sold couches. Couch? They shouldn't be called convertibles. And I was so disappointed. That's my story. God, you grew up way too quick. The horse? You have so the trauma I went through. I'm so sorry. Yeah. Anyway, so when he said convertibles, I'm like, no one says that. I know. They don't they call them sofa beds.

SPEAKER_02 1:12:33

Monk's like, no, thank you, but McDowell is tenacious. I'll make you a great deal. Free home delivery. But Monk's like, really, we're not here to shop. Sharona isn't sure, telling Trev, if it turns out you're innocent, I'd like to talk to you about that. Sharona, Monk says warningly as Trevor's salesman smile fades. Um, do you know Tonde Mawaka? Sharona asks, all business again. I know of him. I've never met him, Trev tells her seriously. I believe he was running behind me for most of the race. We check the records, Monk speaks up. You never turned in your computer chip. I forgot, Trevor tells them, and then later I misplaced it. You're crooked, Monk says. Excuse me, Trevor responds, indignant, but Monk walks past the real Trevor to a cardboard version. Setting cardboard McDowell to rights, he tells Sherona, show him the picture. Sherona hands Trevor a picture. Is that you at the finish line? She asks. Trev confirms that yeah, that's him. You ran twenty six miles and you're not sweating? She continues, I don't sweat that much, Trev defends, adding, some runners don't sweat at all. But that's not good enough, roll monk. Here's what's been bothering me, he tells Trev. He shows Trevor another picture. This is you about mile five. Look at your shirt. It's completely drenched. We see that yeah, Trev has a deep V of sweat. Then he gets into it.

SPEAKER_03 1:13:50

You had a breath. Her name was Gwen Zulesky. She didn't want to break it off. Maybe she threatened to tell your wife everything and ruin your perfect little world.

unknown 1:14:11

Mr.

SPEAKER_02 1:14:12

Monk, Trevor cuts in. I love my family. They're my life. And you think I'm going to let somebody like you or anybody else take that away from me? Is that a threat, Mr. McDonnell? Because it feels like a threat. He continues in the face of Sharona's lethal glare. True or false, Mr. Monk. According to the computer, I ran that entire race from start to finish. True or false? True or false. A long, tense moment passes, then true, Monk concedes. A voice over the speaker announces, Trevor, it's your wife, line two. But he's too into the stare down to notice. It's your wife, Trevor, Monk repeats. Line two. Trevor turns away from the disgusted duo. At the police station, Staldemeyer sits at his desk, glaring at the board. I know. I don't like it. He's holding the running tracker to his forehead. Disher enters, exhaling raspberries, you know. The Zilleski alibi checks out, Dish announces, handy the captain a report. He was in bed making a phone call at the exact time of death. Leland shakes his head in frustration. Yeah, it's not the ex-husband. Dish tosses the file on the desk and sidles up close. So, uh, where does that leave us? It leaves us with McDowell, Stottlemer responds begrudgingly. The boyfriend? Dish asks. Yeah, Leland nods. Dish restates the obvious problem. He's checked out. He ran the whole race. Taking a deep breath, Leland starts moving puzzle pieces. Okay, let's say that McDowell did pass the chip off to another runner. Randy is quick to jump on. That was your idea, sir. You're damn right it was, he nods satisfied. You're thinking Tonday? Dish asks. But no, little one, no. Their times don't match up exactly. The captain flips his board and studies the racemap closely, then thinks, let's say there were six runners, Tonde, McDowell, and he points to four names. These four guys. They pass the chip back and forth among them. But I'm like, two can keep a secret when one of them is dead. That's too many potential witnesses.

SPEAKER_01 1:16:24

Then why would that many people be involved in like killing Gwen? Come on. Would McDowell really be so reckless?

SPEAKER_02 1:16:32

But the captain is into his theory and continues, they were all running in the vicinity and Dish cuts him off. Like a conspiracy? We're all like, what? Leland moves to his desk. No, I've worked the time out on this graph, passing it back and forth. The time works out almost exactly. He looks to Disher. What do you think? Dish, ever the hype man nods. Yeah, this is worth looking into, sir. But come on. He knows we know, and really Stademeyer knows. He grabs the graph from Disher, crumpling it up. No, it's not. It's insane. Then he starts shouting, There's absolutely no connection between those six men. Disher tosses the file away. Yeah, you're right. I was playing devil's advocate. Leland sits in front of a TV cart and they both watch more race footage. Randy is all linked fingers and please love me energy. All Leland just glowers. They watch in silent until Randy points, hang on a second. Stop the tape. What? Stut says, pausing the tape. What's that right there? We watch as Leland pauses, then rewinds. A teacup poodle appears on screen. Crouching next to the screen, Randy paits Maybe he put the chip on the dog's collar. Disher's eyes get even wider while Leland's slit. That's a poodle. Can a poodle run twenty six miles? The music and disher both speed up here. Maybe he drugged it. If it's on drugs, yeah. Little baby on speed. Stop leans in closer. I can call a vet, Randy offers. This is feeling very much like the reverse liposuction scene. In Monk's kitchen, the race is also playing, but Monk isn't watching too closely. He's stretching, deep knee lunging across the kitchen. He's wearing a sweatsuit.

SPEAKER_01 1:18:22

I love it. It's a matching one, and it kind of looks like the little sweatsuits that I wear, you know, to make myself feel good because I just lounge all the time. Work out.

SPEAKER_02 1:18:33

Matching sweatsuits are so cute. They are. He stretches against the wall while we hear the announcer. Let's get a shot now from our motorcycle cam. At this, Monk's eyes widen. He turns to focus on the race. Realization floods his face as he pauses the screen. The camera zooms right up close to old Trev, right behind Tonde, and a slow smile spreads. Sherona pulls up to Monk on the street, panicked. Are you all right? She demands. I'm fine, he assures her. What happened? You said it was a matter of life and death. I know how he did it, he tells her, then whips away. What are you talking about? She shouts, watching Monk run to the passenger's side and get in. McDowell. I know how he killed her. I figured it out. Sherona's pissed. You couldn't tell me over the phone. Monk wrestles with the seatbelt. Well, I wanted to see your face light up when I told you.

SPEAKER_01 1:19:24

That's pretty cute. I love that line. I do love her face. And then she glares at him.

SPEAKER_02 1:19:32

Okay, I'll take a rain check on that lighting up thing. Later in Trevor's storeroom, the news is on. The anchor is reporting on a recent memorial held just that morning for Gwen. Customers are sitting on a couch watching the news when Trevor sees the screen. Horrified, he pushes between them and snaps the TV off. Gwen's face fills every single one of those TV screens in the showroom. He's like, ah he's a little on edge, telling Associate, cover the office for me, I'll be right back. Meanwhile, Shrona is racing into the city. Take the next exit, Monk orders. Where are we going? she asks. You'll see, he tells her cryptically. Then Shrona, it was right in front of us. We were looking at it all wrong. We thought that Trevor McDowell gave his computer trip to another runner. But no other runner had the exact same time, right? Right, Shrona nods. I was just watching the tape again and I realized it wasn't another runner. There was somebody else who ran the whole race from start to finish. Shrona pauses, looking at him. Who? The TV camera bike. Fade to black. We see Trevor scanning the crowd. McDowell never even attached the chip to his shoe. He stuck it to somewhere on the vehicle. Trevor bends near the TV news bike, pretending to tie his shoe, then sticks it right under the front sign. Then he taped it or used one of those magnetic hideaway keys. We see Trevor running closely behind Tonday. McDowell started the race like everybody else. He followed Tonday and the bike for a few miles. Then when he got to the curve in the road, Trevor McDowell quit the race, but his computer chip continued on. Trevor peals off the race path after crossing the bridge, right where Monk mimed changing his clothes. Monk continues narrating. He had a change of clothes hidden in the bushes. Near the patch of chamomile, Sherona adds. Then after the murder, he reentered the race just before the end. Black and white Trevor races to rejoin the pack of runners. The finish line was a massive confusion. It was easy to rejoin the race. And that was it. He had an airtight alibi. Then almost admiringly, it was the perfect crime. Sherona asks what we all want to know. What happened to the chip? I think it's still on the bike, Monk tells her. There was no reason for him to retrieve it. Nobody knew it was there, and even if they did find it, they wouldn't know whose it was. Here, he calls out, here we are. They walk quickly to a gated lot full of news vans. Looks like all the vehicles are parked here, Monk notes. They walk up to the fence and Monk grimaces. Trevor is in the lot, peering from behind a dumpster. Sneaky Sneakerson tosses a half smoked cigarette on the ground, then swiftly moves to a couple tarped covered vehicles. Shrona spots him and gasps, It's McDowell. Monk sees him. We gotta get to the chip before he does. Monk attempts to climb the fence, then flinches back. What's wrong? Shrona asks. It's it's all rusty, he tells her, slightly sick. Okay, okay, it's okay. I'll do it. Give me a boost. Monk's like, what? Shrona links her hands together and tries to show him how to make a ladder with his hands. But Monk's like, You're going to step in my hand? That's how you give someone a boost. She's getting frantic. Come on! But Monk looks around, dismissing the idea. Shrona tries harder. Adrian, let's just think, Monk looks around calmly. Maybe we can build a little ladder. Out of what? You know, branches and rocks. And I'm like, this is a fence. People climb them all the time. Why does she need a boost? Put your foot into the lynx.

SPEAKER_01 1:22:59

When I've tried to climb a fence and let us, you know, acknowledge that I'm the least athletic person. My foot doesn't go into the fence. Like I had trouble. I once climbed jumped a fence and I got a huge cut over my thigh. But that wasn't because you couldn't get a foothold. I don't, I didn't know what I was doing, and I just it was an emergency. I had to get over that fence.

SPEAKER_02 1:23:21

I feel like I've climbed enough fences, and no, I don't know why, but I still feel like I've climbed enough to know that you can do it without having a boost. What you can't do is go over the barbed wire. Yes, there was barbed wire, and I'm like, What? No, we're not going to be able to do it to throw a jacket over that. Yes. And Monk has a jacket, always. In the lot, Trevor flips the tarp over a motorcycle. A gashron shouts, He found it! He found the chip. Then to Monk, will you give me a boost? Monk finally concedes, almost alley ooping her over the barbed wire. But they're making so much noise she's not even over at the top when Trevor sees them. Holding the computer chip, he books it. Shrona, still stuck on the fence, tells him, Adrian, run! You're faster than him. Run. So he does. And we see Adrian go. Monk and Trevor run neck and neck on opposite sides of the fence. Trevor speeds up and turns into a lot filled with shipping containers. Then he races towards the fence, easily scaling the barbed wire top. Like he's able to do it.

SPEAKER_01 1:24:21

Yeah, he goes right over it.

SPEAKER_02 1:24:23

Now he's on Monk's side and Monk is racing towards him. They run into a wooded area. Monk rips Trevor's jacket off. He's right on his heels. Just as they reach the beach, Monk tackles McDowell to the ground. Leaving him on the ground, Monk jumps up, arms in the air, jumping in victory. Did you see that? He yells to the now approaching Shrona. Monk he keeps shouting as McDowell pops up. Did you see that? He asks again. He had about forty yards on me. Look behind you, Shrona shouts. What? Monk is all oblivious grins. Monk turns just as Trevor tosses the computer chip into the ocean. We watch it fly. There goes your evidence, Monk. Trevor shouts in victory. Trevor collapses on his back in exhaustion. Monk collapses to his knees in demoralization. But later, a waterlogged Shrona wades out and plucks the computer chip out of the waves. And the cops are suddenly there. A handcuffed McDowell is being arrested. Wait a minute, he says to the lady cop handling him. Do you know who I am? Yes, sir, she affirms. You sold me a dinette set last year. Then hand on head she shoves him into the car. Monk appears at Trevor's rolled down window. Hey Trev, you might want to make a note in case it ever comes up again. These new plastic hida keys. Turns out they don't sink. Yeah, they float. Monk walks away chuckling. Next scene. You shouldn't have done this, Tonda tells them. I mean, I could have taken a taxi to the airport. It's no problem, Sharona smiles. And we wanted to say goodbye, Monk adds. Adrian, did you solve your case? Tande asks as they load up the luggage. And at Monk's proud nod, I knew you would. I remember thinking this man is stronger than he thinks he is. You know, he can run the race. I've got something for you, Tonday bends down to his bag. In near speechless wonder, Monk looks down. It's the headband you wore in Los Angeles, 1973.

SPEAKER_00 1:26:18

Adrian, I can tell you a situation for something. Life was long and these kind of race. It was hell on. Hold on to mind. Amanda. It means courage.

SPEAKER_02 1:26:35

Monk smiles brightly. Thank you, my friend. Then moving the sweatband to rub against his cheek. Thank you for this. This means the world to me. I haven't worn it since the big race. Or washed it. Tonday moves to the car as Monk slowly moves the headband from his face, his smile fading to terror. Baggy, baggy, baggy, baggy, he commands Sharona. Just give it to me, Sherona grabs it. She tosses it in her purse. Hey, what are you don't, you're crushing it now. She orders him in the car and the hapless hero looks around, unsure what to do. You think it can be dry cleaned?

SPEAKER_01 1:27:14

I would have had that thought too.

SPEAKER_02 1:27:16

Yeah. Then sarcastically to himself, courage, yeah.

SPEAKER_01 1:27:21

Do do do do.

SPEAKER_02 1:27:23

Then that's the end.

SPEAKER_01 1:27:25

That was a great episode. I love this episode because we learned something new about him. Yes. And you get to see him like in his like a really good side of him. Absolutely. It is so much better than the episode with the lamps. That was my least favorite. Yeah. I forget what which one is that?

SPEAKER_02 1:27:46

It was the billionaire. It was our worst episode. It was an hour and 41 minutes.

SPEAKER_01 1:27:50

Oh, you don't have to say that.

SPEAKER_02 1:27:51

Should we just take it down? No, no, no. No. We've got 13 listeners. They listen to it. Well, 12, I love. Listen to it too.

SPEAKER_01 1:28:03

This was a great episode. Yeah. And I think Tande is a great character.

SPEAKER_02 1:28:07

I really hope monk keeps running, but I'm doubting it ever comes up again.

SPEAKER_01 1:28:12

Um, I can't say. Okay. But I will tell you that there are other good monk moments in the future that we'll be able to do. There's always good monk moments.

SPEAKER_02 1:28:24

Yes. This was great. And you're great. Wait, what's the next episode? What happened? Mr. Monk goes on vacation.

SPEAKER_01 1:28:31

Oh, right, right, right. Sorry if I was too loud. I love the next episode. I think it's really cute. Benji's in it. Benji plays a big role. Benji's adorable. It's yeah, it's really cute.

SPEAKER_02 1:28:45

Well, thank you guys so much for listening again and being with us. We would love it if you rated and reviewed us, but really just listening means a lot. There's not many of you. So if you know someone that likes monk or doesn't even like monk but likes to listen to podcasts where you don't even need to watch the show, maybe mention it. If not, stories time. Yeah. Please adopt and don't shop. And we love you.

SPEAKER_01 1:29:13

Have a wonderful day, week. We'll talk to you soon. Bye bye. Bye. Yay, we did it again. Yay, we did it again.