"Hello, I'm calling on behalf of Natalie Teeger, who's running for the school board in your district." " Are you registered to vote?" " Oh, my goodness." " I just love that sign in the window." " Who..." "Who made the sign, do you know?" "  Her daughter." "  Oh, it's so colorful!" "  Where should I put these?" "  I don't know." " Oh, well." " You know, I've never run for anything in my life, but I just got so angry." " You know, My daughter Julie goes to Ashton, and I love it." " It is such a wonderful school." " But they want to close it and consolidate it with the high school," " which would be such a huge mistake." "  Piece-of-crap copier." " Could you excuse me for one second?" " I'll be right back." " Just one second." " All right, tell me something good." " You know, this company, Tazarr, went out of business, which is a good thing." " Where did you get it?" " Uh, at a police auction." " They just delivered it this morning." " I got the fax machine and the computer there, too." "  They don't work either." "  Well, you get what you pay for." " Here's your problem." " The primary feeder is jammed." " There's something in there, I can't get to it." " See?" "  It's locked." "  Mmm-hmm." " Did they give you a key for this?" " Oh, yeah, I think so." " Let me check." " Oh." " Vote Teeger." " Hello." " Uh, I'm with the Fairfield Eagle." " We're doing a story on the election." " Why did you decide to volunteer?" " I'm not a volunteer." " I'm her boss." " That's an interesting angle." " Not every boss would allow his employee time off to run for office." " Well, I didn't have a choice." " She just said she was doing it." " Got it." " Now, what do you think is the most important issue in this campaign?" " For me, there's really only one issue here." " If Natalie wins, who will take care of me?" " No, I'm asking you." " Who?" "  Do you know?" " No." "  No, sorry." " Not even close." " Can't..." "Can't you just break it open?" " I only need if for five days." " The election is on Tuesday." " Watch out!" " Watch out!" " Get down!" " Get down!" " Natalie, get down!" " Hey, Monk." "  I got you." " I got you." "  All right." " How's Natalie doing?" " She's scared to death." " So, the security guard?" " Yeah, wrong place, wrong time." " Hmm, where was the shooter?" " Right over here." " You can kind of see an impression in the tar paper, but..." "Well, uh..." "How are the footprints?" " Unusable." " The witnesses are all over the map, too." " Some say they heard five shots, some say nine." " 14." " There were 14 shots." " You sure?" " Of course you're sure." " How did they come?" " Were they evenly spaced?" " Bang." " Bang, bang." " Bang." "  Bang, bang, bang, bang." "  Rapid fire, semi-automatic." " We haven't found any shells." " Guy did a pretty good cleanup job." " Well, maybe he's done this before." " Monk, what do you got?" " Well, the..." "The roof slants at a weird angle right here." " Do you have a bullet?" " He missed one." " It's a 7.62." " AK?" " Yeah, Kalashnikov." " Russian." " That's something." " Call Grooms at the bureau, and the ATF." " Maybe they have an idea." " Captain, we found something." " You might want to check it out." " What you got?" " Looks like a note." "" Natalie Teeger must withdraw."" " Son of a bitch, he was after Natalie." " Well, that doesn't make sense." " It's just a school board election." " I mean, who cares?" " He spelled her name wrong." " He was probably in a rush." " I don't think so." " It looks like he took his time." " He dotted all the "I's," crossed the "T's."" "  He spelled her name wrong." "  Whatever." " Motive." " Motive, motive." " Let's start with the obvious." " Who's running against her?" " Yeah, I've got it right here." " Harold Jay Krenshaw." " You've got to be kidding." " Harold Jay Krenshaw?" " He's running for school board?" "  You know him?" "  He's a patient of Dr. Kroger's." " Uh, I met him in the waiting room." " This guy has got some serious problems." " He drives everybody he meets crazy." " I mean, he's..." "He's just..." "Nobody is accusing anybody of anything here." " This is just a friendly conversation." " In fact, I bought some doughnuts." " Mr. Krenshaw, do you know why you're here?" " Well, it's pretty obvious." " I'm running for school board against Natalie Teeger and somebody took a shot at her." " A security guard was killed." " I heard about that." " I'm sorry." " Do you own a gun, Mr. Krenshaw?" " Yes, I do." " My father was a... a hunter." " He bought me a Remington rifle when I was a kid." "  Just the Remington?" "  That's right." " Are you a good shot?" " I'm an exceptional shot." " Miss Teeger has decided to drop out of the..." "Out of the race." " How do you feel about that?" " Well, it doesn't matter." " She couldn't win anyway." " Why?" " That school needs to be closed." " Everybody knows it." " I'd be happy to take a polygraph test if you want." " What are you..." "What are you doing?" " I'm eating a doughnut." " It's food." "  W-Why that one?" "  Because I like the coconut." "  Now you have to eat a sugar one." "  I don't want a sugar one." " Or you could take three more coconuts and two chocolate." " Or one coconut and two glazed." " Or you could just eat them all." " That would probably be easier, huh?" "  That's a good idea." "  Probably be easiest." "  Yeah." "  Or I could do this." " There." " Now there's one doughnut." " One big damn doughnut." "  You see what you did?" "  Could we get back to this?" " Mr. Krenshaw, where were you at 10:30 this morning?" " I was at Dr. Kroger's office." " I had my... my appointment." " Your appointment ends at 10:00." " It was a double session." " Dr. Kroger doesn't do double sessions anymore." " I'm just telling you." " He made an exception for me." " If you don't believe me, call him." "  Do you want his beeper number?" "  I have his beeper number, okay?" " Well, if that doesn't work, try his cell phone." "  He gave you his cell phone number?" "  Mmm-hmm." "  That's a lie." " He's lying, captain." "  Hmm." " 'Cause Dr. Kroger would never give anybody his cell phone number, ever." " Not ever." " Monk, I really don't care." " I've been to his home." "  Have you no shame?" "  Excuse me." " A man died today." "  I met his daughter." "  Liar!" " Liar!" " Are you seeing this?" " Kindergarten playground in there." " Captain, captain, it's not me, is it?" " Am I?" " Just tell me, am I... am I that guy?" " Am I... am I that far gone?" " Relax, Monk, you are completely different." " You put the chocolate doughnuts in the middle, which makes perfect sense, because that way the different groups are together." " Exactly!" " That's all I'm saying." " And he put the chocolate donuts on either end, which j-just isn't as good, because that way, they're... they're separated." "  Hello!" "  No comparison." " I told you." " He will... he will drive you crazy." "  So, is he the guy?" "  Uh, no." " I wish he was, but he's not the guy." " He never would have misspelled Natalie's name on the note." " How do you know?" " Because..." "Because I wouldn't have." " Let's do the polygraph test anyway, to be sure." " Right." " Well, what's he doing now?" " What's this?" " Oh, my God." " Oh, my God." " Not vertically." " Not vertically!" " Be right back." "  You hungry?" "  Yeah." " Let's get something to eat." " What about them?" "  They'll be fine." "  Yup." " Ow!" " I'm..." "I'm glad you're quitting." " Really, it's just..." "just a stupid election." " I mean, it's not worth getting killed over." " Right?" " Besides, you can run again in another four years." " Right?" " Mom?" " What are you guys doing?" " Well, we're packing everything up." " Put it back." " Come on." " Let's get to work." " We have an election to win." " I'm Natalie, please vote for me." " Hi, I'm Natalie Teeger." " I'm running for school board." "  Miss Teeger?" "  Hi, my name's Natalie Teeger." " Hey, Miss Teeger?" " What are you doing?" " I'm running for office." " Hi, Natalie Teeger." " Thank you." " I thought you had dropped out of the race." " Changed my mind." "  Why?" "  I have my reasons." " Hi, uh, are you registered to vote?" " Who are you gonna vote for?" " It's time to wear a pin." " Mr. Ellis?" " You're scaring him." "  Okay." "  He's scaring me." " Vote Teeger!" " Hi, vote for Natalie Teeger." " Vote Teeger!" " Hi, vote for Natalie Teeger." " Where did you find them?" " They heard about the shooting and wanted to help." " I can't protect you out here." " There are too many rooftops, too many windows." " That's a risk I'm willing to take." " Thank you." " You have to think about Julie." " I am thinking about Julie, Mr. Monk." " More than you know." " She won't listen to me." " Did you talk to Harold Krenshaw?" " We don't think Mr. Krenshaw is involved." " His alibi is airtight, and he just passed a polygraph." " We're working with ATF to track down the weapon." " In the meantime, Miss Teeger, I need for you to cancel all public appearances." " I can't do that." " Okay." " We need to sweep the campaign office for explosives every morning. /  Yes, sir." " I want a lockdown." " Two uniforms, round the clock." " Even when she's not there." " Yes, sir." " And I am assigning you a bodyguard." " Lieutenant, thank you for volunteering." "  He's my bodyguard?" "  24-7." " I'm still not dropping out." " That's not my job." " It is now." " All clear." "  Is Julie here today?" "  No." " She's staying with my parents until you guys figure out what's the hell is going on." " Okay, Natalie, if this school closes, who would benefit?" " Would they sell the building?" " No." " The city would keep it and use it for special education classes." " That doesn't make any sense." " I mean, there..." "there is no motive." " I..." "I know." " There are 14 other members on the board." " Most of them agree with me." " What, is this maniac going to kill off the whole school board?" " Oh." "  Yo!" "  Miss Teeger!" " Please, don't do that." "  What?" "  Walk away without telling me." "  I went 5 feet." "  Still." " It's protocol." " Ow!" " I don't think this was about the school at all." " I can't stop thinking about that note and how he misspelled your name." " What do you think it means?" " I don't know." "  But it's important." "  Hmm." " Hmm, brings back memories, huh?" " Yeah." " But what are you gonna do?" " I used to love tetherball." " It wasn't really my game." "  What was your game, Mr. Monk?" "  Give it, give it!" " Keep-away." " I played a lot of keep-away." " Keep-away?" " I was usually the jumper." " That was my position." "  It was good exercise, too." "  Hey, jump for it, squirt." " The ball was moving around..." "Cardiovascular." " Jump." " Now, now!" " Jump!" " Oh, this kid's timing is way off." "  It's all about timing." "  Crybaby." " Now, now he's crying?" " I usually started crying a lot earlier." " But everybody's got a different style." " You played this a lot?" " All through high school." " Some college." " Got pretty good at it." " The secret to keep-away is you have to have a lot of other hats at home, and not get too attached to any of them." " It was a good match." " Oh, honey, I can't." " Not tonight." " I have a big debate tomorrow." " I have to go home and practice." " I know, I miss you too." " I love you, angel." " You be good for Grandma and Grandpa, okay?" " All right, bye." " Mr. Monk?" " Please." " A little help?" " Hi, hello." " Can I help?" " Of course, you can." " The more the merrier." " Here you go." " You take a flyer, you fold it up, in the envelope, and seal it." " Here you go." "  There's five." "  All right." " Hey, hey, Karen." " Hey, Donna." " Hey, Lee-John." " Who's hungry?" " I have homemade lasagna." " A little fuel to keep us going." " Mr. Monk, are you hungry?" " An army marches on its stomach." " Oh, no." " No, thank you." " Herr General, eat." " Keep your strength up." " You've got a big debate tomorrow." " Excuse me." " I think I'd better try this." " A little too much oregano, but it's not poison." " That's what every cook likes to hear." " Ahem, listen, Natalie, do you want me to get this copier out of here?" " I could take it to the junkyard for you." " I got a buddy with a truck." " Thank you, Jack, but I got the repair guy coming back tomorrow to check it out." " Besides, it makes a hell of a buffet, right?" " Miss Teeger, you have a phone call." "  No, don't put me on hold." "  Natalie, do you still have the poster Julie made?" " The one that was above the door?" " Yeah, I think it's behind those boxes." " It was missing an "R." I found it over there." " Oh, It must've fallen off when she was putting it up." " The sniper didn't know her name." " That's why he misspelled it." " So, all he knew was what he saw on this poster." " What does it mean?" " Well, it means, the note he left was just a diversion." " This wasn't about you at all." " All right, this will be the podium." " Uh, lieutenant, do you have the questions?" "  Yeah." "  All right, let's get started." " Mr. Monk, you will be the moderator." " If you'll come right over here." " He had to be shooting at somebody." " So why was he trying to scare you?" " You said it was a diversion." " But diversion from what?" " It doesn't make any sense." " No, I can't worry about that." " I have a debate tomorrow." " I have to practice." "  Sorry." "  Sorry." "  Okay." "  Hello, welcome to the debate." " I'll be your moderator." " Who has the first question?" " Lieutenant." " Miss Teeger," ""Why should the entire community pay to keep Ashton Junior High open?"" " Miss Teeger, you have 30 seconds." " That's a very good question." " It's true that closing Ashton Junior High would save the taxpayers money." " But it would cost $1.20..." " What are you doing?" " ... 22." " I don't have a stopwatch.  20" " 19..." " Mr. Monk, I can't concentrate." "... 17, 16 14, 13, 12... / ...which would more than offset..." "Please stop." " Just stop counting!" " Thank you." " Could you repeat the question?" "  Miss Teeger..." " Time's up." " Come on!" " Miss Teeger, are you all right?" " I'm fine." " It's a grenade." " Get rid of it!" "  You all right?" "  Yeah." " Disher told me that you put the grenade in the refrigerator. /  Yeah." " And then he said you went back and opened it again." " You just had to straighten something out, didn't you?" " I'm gonna ask the mayor to give you a medal for what you did." " And then I'm gonna ask the mayor to take that medal back." " Because you just had to open that door, didn't you?" "  So it's a wash?" "  Yeah, it's a wash." " Captain, that grenade had Russian markings." " I know." " We found a piece of it." " It was made in Chechnya." " This guy must be very well connected." " Whoever he is, you must be making him nervous." "  How's Natalie?" "  She's fine." " But you got to talk to her, Monk." " She still won't quit." " Even after this." " Natalie, it's me." " Come in." " I'm not quitting." " Natalie, look." " We..." "We..." "We don't know who this guy is." " We don't know what's going on." " Then figure it out, Mr. Brilliant Detective, figure it out, because I'm not quitting." "  I can't quit." "  Of course you can!" " I see." " You can't quit because Mitch was a hero." " You don't understand." " I can't quit because Mitch wasn't a hero." " Close the door." " What I'm about to tell you dies with you." " Do you understand?" " Okay." " My husband and two crewmembers were shot down over Kosovo in 1998." " They crash-landed behind enemy lines." " Mitch didn't make it out." " But they rescued the other crewmembers." " And when they got back, they said..." "They said he panicked." " They said that after the crash, he ran off with the radio and all their supplies." "  They said he was a coward." "  Oh, my God." " And the Navy can't prove their version of the story, but it's in the record." " It's in a file somewhere." "  Natalie." "  I don't know what the real story is." " But all I know is some day, Julie is going to start asking questions about her father." " He's not here." " But I'm here." " I'm all she has." " I can't be a coward, too." " Hello." " Welcome to the fifth District School Board debate." " We're all aware of the controversy and tragedy surrounding this election." " But tonight we're going to try to rise above all that and focus on the issues." " I'm going to ask our two candidates to make a brief opening statement." " Natalie, why don't you go first?" " Uh..." "Good evening." " I'm Natalie Teeger, and I'm running for school board for one reason." " To save my daughter's school." " As a mother, I know you can't put a price on a good education." "  And if we don't invest in our children..." " Jack. /  What are you doing?" " ... not only their future..." " Oh, well, I..." "I have a question." "  Cool." " Give 'em hell, man!" "  Yeah." " Hey, check this out." " I designed a new flyer for the campaign." " We can hang them up tomorrow near the polls." "  Okay, great, thanks." " ..." " I will work with all of you to make this school, and the entire system, work even better." " Thank you." " Next, we'll hear from her opponent, Mr. Harold Krenshaw." " Hello." " I'm Harold Krenshaw." " You all know me." " You know where I stand." " Reduce the budget, lower taxes." " If that means consolidating a few of our schools, then that's what we have to do." " Yeah." " Okay." " Who has the first question?" " Please state your name." " My name is Adrian Monk." " Uh, my question is for Mr. Krenshaw." " Mr. Krenshaw, during this campaign, you have made a number of statements." " I wonder if you might be able to substantiate one of those statements for us right now." " You said that you have been to Dr. Kroger's house." "  Oh, God." "  That's right." " In fact, I believe you said that you had Christmas dinner with him last year." "  Yeah." "  But Dr. Kroger is Jewish." " He doesn't celebrate Christmas, does he, Mr. Krenshaw?" " His first wife, Alisha, was Jewish." " But Madeline, his fiancée, is Irish Catholic." " They celebrate both." " His fiancée?" " Yeah." " I introduced them." " That is a lie." " Dr. Kroger never said anything to me about a fiancée." " Let me repeat that for you." " Dr. Kroger never said anything to me about a fiancée." " Go to hell, Monk." "  You..." "You can go to hell." "  You go to hell!" " You!" " You!" " Okay." " Thank you." " Natalie, you have 30 seconds for rebuttal." " Uh, I..." "I don't know where Dr. Kroger is this evening, but our prayers are with him." "  Monk, what's going on?" "  Did you see that?" "  See what?" "  That guy." " Whitman." " He got to the door, then he stopped." " He's done time." " In prison, you never open your own door." " They open them for you, and after a while, it becomes a habit." "  He must have just been released." "  Okay, so, he's done time." " Look." " He just handed me this." " Look how it's folded." " Four corners to the center, then in half, and half again." " In my whole life, I've only ever seen one piece of paper folded like this." " The sniper's note." " He's the guy." " Why?" " What's he after?" " I don't know." " But he's the guy." " Oh, yeah." " Don't you ever get tired of being right?" " I do feel tired." " More fatigued, really." " I don't know if it's from being right..." "It was a rhetorical question, Monk." " You could be on to something here." " Jack Whitman." " He's been sent up twice." " First time for mail fraud and receiving stolen property." " Lately, he's been importing rugs." " Rugs?" " Yeah, rugs, from places like Chechnya, Uzbekistan." " Sound familiar?" " The shell casing and the grenade." " The Feds think that he's a major arms dealer." " They raided his office six months ago." " They came up empty-handed." " No guns, no nothing, no paper trail." " All they could get him on was tax evasion." " He did five months." " He just got out last Wednesday." " And two days later, he's on a roof taking shots at Natalie." " Then he joins her campaign, and then he tries to take you out." " What's he after?" " I'm not going to wait to find out." "  Let's go get him." "  Oh, I can't go." " You're on your own." " Natalie's waiting for me downstairs." " I have to go vote." " Well, that's good." " You're doing your civic duty." " There's that." " Also, if I don't vote, Natalie will..." "You know." " Oh." " Here you go." "  You guys voting today?" "  No." " There's a polling place right around the corner." " So, you have no excuses." " Sure we do:" "We don't care." " Wow, that was weird." " I've never voted for myself before." " That was..." "That was really weird." " But not bad-weird, good-weird." " Actually, that was kind of great-weird." " All right, let's go." " Uh, I haven't voted yet." "  What have you been doing?" "  I'm still signing in." " I'm almost done." " Booth number two." "  What?" "  It's small, huh?" " Yeah." " I know it is." " I really appreciate this, Mr. Monk." " I can't do it." " I just can't." " Mr. Monk, come on." " You know what this election means to me." " Now, you can do this." " Here we go." " Here we go." " Democracy in action." " Okay." " I got it." " Oh." " Shh." " Hello?" " No, sir, he can't." " He's voting." " All right, bye." " Ah, I can't..." "I can't breathe in here." " There's no..." "There's no air in here." " No, there's air." " You can breathe." "  Lots of air." "  Oh." "  How did it go?" "  I'm not... not... not quite finished." " Just... just gonna take a little bit of a break." " So many choices, huh?" " Column two." " Teeger." " Third name down:" "Teeger." " Okay, all right, I'm..." "I'm going, now." " No wonder turnout is so low." " Natalie, where did you get that box?" " I don't know." " The..." "The campaign office." " That was Jack Whitman's box, remember?" " He brought it with food in it from home." " Oh, my God, I know what Jack Whitman was after." " Have you heard if he's in custody yet?" " The captain just called." " They said they can't find him." " Well, I know where he is going." " We got to call the captain back, and tell him to meet us at the campaign headquarters." "  What's going on?" "  Tazarr copier." " Sound familiar?" " The copy machine at your campaign office used to belong to Jack Whitman." " That's what this whole thing has been about." " The copy machine?" " Sir!" " Sir, we need my car." " We're in a hurry!" " It's right there!" " Here you go!" " Here you go!" " $10." " I don't have any cash." " I was going to stop at the ATM." " Do you have any money?" " Do you ever have any money?" " Listen, this is very important." " It's a police emergency, I need my car." " Here, take my purse as collateral." "  I can't do that." "  Oh, come on!" "  Hey!" " You can't do that!" "  It's an emergency." "  Shawn!" " Shawn!" "  Oh, come on, give me the keys!" " You got to be kidding me." "  Key." " Whoa." "  Whoa." " It's keep-away." " Natalie!" " Natalie, stop!" " You..." "You're just embarrassing yourself." " No offense, okay, but I'm coming in." " Come on, get out of there." " Bring it." " Mr. Monk, come on, let's just walk." " No." " There's not enough time." " Whitman is already on his way to your campaign office because the cops that were stationed there have all been sent home." " That's why Whitman was waiting around." " Here's what happened." " Six months ago, Whitman was in his office, minding his own business, which, in his case, was buying and selling illegal weapons." " ATF!" " Open up!" " The ATF raided the office." " Whitman managed to burn all the incriminating papers he had," " except for one." "  The one in the copy machine!" " Exactly." " There was something jammed inside that machine." " A document, a receipt." " Whatever it was, it must be pretty important." " After he was arrested, The feds confiscated all of his equipment, including the copy machine." " Last week, when he got out of jail, he learned that the copier had been sold at the police auction." " What the hell is he talking about?" " Who cares?" " The auction was open to the public, so it wasn't hard for Whitman to track you down." " He knew the document inside that copier could send him to jail for life." " Somehow, Whitman had to stop the repairman from opening it up." " He grabbed one of his guns, ran up to the roof across the street, and tried to take out the copier." " He figured if he shot it to hell, you'd just throw it out." " But you never did." " That's why he volunteered." " He was waiting for a chance to break into it." " But the cops were there around the clock." " Oh, shoot, almost had it." " And when I got suspicious, he tried to kill me with that grenade." " Damn!" " Ah!" " Okay, I give up." " Damn, you are good!" " Let's go!" " I'll be back with your money!" "  Whitman, touch that gun and you're dead!" "  Hands on your head!" " Hands on your head!" " Captain." " Captain, what is it?" " Looks like a client list." " It's a half a dozen names." " Delivery dates." " Stinger missiles." " Rocket-propelled grenades." " This is big." " I've got a friend at the bureau who's been looking for this." " Let's go." "  When did you put this together?" "  In the voting booth." " Thank you again for doing that, Mr. Monk." " Every vote counts." " You did vote for me, didn't you?" " I think so." " I don't know, it's all, you know, kind of a blur, really." " What if I lose by one vote?" " You didn't quit." " And for the record, it wasn't me." " I mean, you didn't lose by just one vote." " Yeah, I know." " You lost by a lot more than one vote." "  It was close to a landslide." "  Yes, I know." " Thank you, Mr. Monk." " Are you, okay?" " Yeah, I feel pretty great." " We're fighters, right?" "  We'll be back, right?" "  Right." " Oh, my goodness." " Oh, hey, everyone." " It's..." "It's Harold's victory speech." " Boo!" " There are so many people that I..." "I want to thank." " My secret weapon, my beautiful wife, Clarissa." " I love you, honey." " Thank you." " But most of all, I want to thank my good friend and my therapist," "Dr. Charles Kroger." " Chuck, come on." "  Chuck?" "  No, come on, come on." " Thank you." " God bless you." " You okay?" " Uh, I'd like to go home now." " All right, all right, let me just get my purse." " Come on, Mr. Monk." " This way." " It's okay, it's okay." " I got you." " Did you hear that?" " He called him "Chuck.""