Monk

Harold! You're early.

I know. I'm picking something up.

Where's Peggy?

Thought you two were joined at the hip.

Yes?

How's it going, Harold?

I'm in. I'm doing it.

Friendly reminder...

don't be a hero.

We hear a police siren, Peggy's dead.

Is she okay? Can I talk to her?

Just hurry up.

Please let me just talk to... He... let me... hello?

Back seat.

Let her go. You said you would.

Pleasure doing business with you, Harold.

Come here, Peggy.

Harold!

Everything all right?

Paul, I'm okay. No problem.

Get out of the car!

Both of you!

Do it!

Okay!

Happy Halloween, man.

Just relax.

Vic! What did you do? No choice. Him or me.

We could've just driven off! Get in the car!

I didn't see anything. I didn't see your face.

Neither did Peggy, did you, sweetie?

I'm not done.

No!

Ah!

Mr. Monk, are you okay?

Everybody's waiting.

It's over there.

What?

Dog, you know...

Dog... doo.

Did you step in it?

If I stepped in it,

I'd be in that ambulance right now

on my way to the emergency room, wouldn't I?

Praying for the sweet release that only death can bring.

So, Monk, what do you think?

Who are we looking for?

Uh, I'd say it's a terrier.

A Yorkie, maybe a Chihuahua.

Probably miles away by now. We'll never catch him.

He can't concentrate because of the...

Because of the what?

The dog poo.

Lieutenant?

Clean that up for me, would you?

Thanks.

Sergeant?

Yes, sir?

Clean that up.

No, don't.

Sir, you can't park there.

It's all right. It's okay.

I'm a detective.

I'm a detective. One second. Here we go.

Here we, um... Hold that.

I got it.

I usually keep it right...

Oh, I got it. Here we go.

Marty Eels, Private Investigator.

I'm here to save your butts. Captain!

Captain Stottlemeyer!

Oh, hell. Who's that?

Marty Eels. He's a Private Investigator.

Nickel and dime stuff. Divorces, insurance fraud.

He's a professional pain in the ass.

Hey, Captain. Captain, you're looking great!

You're losing weight or your shirts are getting bigger.

Marty.

I heard the D.A. pulled your license.

No, no, that was just a temporary suspension.

No, no, no. No, no.

That was just a little misunderstanding.

A misunderstanding?

Well, that's all ancient history anyway, so...

So I was just, you know, riding around in the neighborhood.

And I heard a call go out on the police scanner...

Look, Marty, I'm busy.

Yeah, that's why I thought I'd come down here and lend a hand.

So what do we got? The jewelry store was robbed.

Well, that's obvious.

We got a dead Rent-A-Cop and a missing store manager.

So, let me guess, you're thinking the store manager...

Yeah, something like that.

So let me look around, huh?

I mean, an extra pair of eyes can't hurt.

And who knows?

I could see something you guys are missing.

We're not missing anything, Mr. Eels.

We've got a CSI team here.

And, uh, see that man over there?

That's Adrian Monk.

I think we're in pretty good hands.

Captain, Monk says I can't just throw this away.

I gotta take it, like, a mile away and bury it.

Could I see that?

Yeah.

You can't throw this away. This... this is evidence.

This is fresh. Mmph.

I'd say this is less than 90 minutes old.

Marty...

But isn't that when you said

all this was probably going down?

The dog could've belonged to the victim

or to one of the perps.

I think this is important.

Monk was gonna throw this away.

Um, you know, he might be right.

Let's, um, book that into evidence.

Yes, sir. Captain, look.

Did that store manager live in Oakland?

Yeah, how'd you know that?

That's his dog.

That's from Oakland.

You can see the blue license on its collar.

What, you can see that from here?

A little something I call "attention to detail."

But...

Go get the dog.

Adrian Monk, Natalie Teeger,

this is Marty Eels.

He's a private investigator.

Hey, how you doin'? How you doin'?

I hear good things. Good things.

Don't worry. I'm not competition.

I'm just here to help.

Can I have one of those?

So... what have we got?

Captain, I don't think the manager did this.

For one thing, he didn't lock the door behind him.

Plus, I notice some more blood by the curb.

I think there was a second shooting.

Yeah, he could be right. Very good. Nicely done.

Nicely done. Thanks, sweetheart. Captain!

He's right.

I think he belongs to the store manager.

"Harold Gumbal. Geary St., Oakland."

You know, if the manager was robbing his own store,

he wouldn't bring his dog along.

Or leave him behind.

No, the manager is not the guy.

No, that's right. The manager is not the guy.

Here's what happ... Here's what happened.

Here's what happened.

This dog was a hostage.

The manager was being forced to rob his store.

Something went wrong, and they shot the guard.

Excuse me.

What the hell is he doing?

Captain... Well, he did spot the dog's license

from a block away.

Okay. They drove off in Gumbal's car.

They headed south.

They're going to dump it as soon as they can.

We're already checking the airport.

No, that's a waste of time.

They would never go there. There's too much security.

Try the train station.

Train station.

Yeah. Try San Bruno...

or Millbrae.

They probably panicked when they shot the guard.

Maybe they dropped the gun

or some bloody clothes somewhere nearby.

What... what are you doing there?

What...

This dog has been sniffing around a sewer recently.

See these sewer grates around here?

The perps might have stuffed something down in there

and maybe this dog saw them do it.

You gotta be kidding. He's... he's kidding, right?

He's joking. The man is joking.

It'll just take two minutes to check it.

Officer!

Take a look in that sewer grate.

Captain. From smelling a dog.

That's impossible.

Captain!

They were stuffed down the drain

just like he said.

No.

No, mom. I wasn't on the news.

'Cause there were no reporters there yet.

Mm-hmm. I found a lot of clues.

I found three or four big clues.