RANDY: Previously on Monk...
Wait a minute. That's new. Is this for me?
Adrian, don't open that.
Promise me you won't open it till Christmas.
Okay. Put it back.
Hello?
MONK: She must have been meeting somebody.
But who?
Was it a story she was working on?
I don't know.
And I can't see it. Why can't I see it?
SHARONA: I think you're too close to it, Monk.
I know that building.
CAPTAIN: When was it, 12 years ago?
Almost exactly. The missing midwife.
Do you remember the doctor we were talking to?
MONK: Nash, right? He's our guest of honor.
So, Adrian, you working on any interesting cases?
Mr. Monk, are you okay? I'm seeing spots.
Adrian, look at me.
You've been poisoned, Adrian.
Somebody's trying to kill you.
So, how long?
Two, maybe three days.
We think that Kazarinski shot Dr. Nash last Friday,
and we think that he poisoned Adrian Monk.
He must be taken alive. If he dies, Monk dies.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Kazarinski! Police!
Damn!
Trudy's gift. It's time to open it.
TRUD Y: (ON VIDEO) Hello, Adrian.
If you're watching this, it means I'm dead.
I know we said we'd never have any secrets,
but there's something I never told you.
Something happened, something terrible,
years ago, before we met.
(IT'S A JUNGLE OUT THERE PLAYING)
It's a jungle out there
Disorder and confusion everywhere
No one seems to care
Well, I do
Hey, who's in charge here?
It's a jungle out there
Poison in the very air we breathe
You know what's in the water that you drink?
Well, I do
It's amazing
People think I'm crazy
'cause I worry all the time
If you paid attention, you'd be worried, too
You better pay attention
Or this world we love so much
might just kill you
I could be wrong now
But I don't think so
'Cause there's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there
(MONK COUGHING)
Mr. Monk, you have to push play.
It's been over two hours. It's okay.
Here we go.
I know you've always idealized me.
You know, you think I'm some kind of saint.
But, sweetheart, I am not perfect.
I made a mistake.
A big mistake.
It was 15 years ago, before we met.
I had an affair...
(EXCLAIMS)
(VIDEO STOPS)
... with my law professor.
He was married at the time. I swear I didn't know that.
Anyway, we, um...
Well, I was pregnant.
(VIDEO STOPS)
(GROANING)
I know you're disappointed.
I didn't love him. I didn't even really know him.
But I loved being pregnant.
It was a girl.
She was born January 2, 1983.
She died the same day.
(GROANS)
She lived for nine minutes.
I never saw her.
Never saw her.
Anyway, the father, the professor,
his name is Ethan Rickover and...
(VIDEO STOPS)
Rickover.
The remarkable Mr. Monk. Good to see you again.
He's a judge now. He's just been nominated to the Court of Appeals,
which is why I'm making this tape,
because the woman who's been missing all week, Wendy Stroud,
she's the midwife who delivered my daughter.
(VIDEO STOPS)
The missing midwife. The missing midwife.
(EXCLAIMS)
I don't know what to think. Tell me what to think.
Why don't we just let it play? Hit play.
And Ethan called me yesterday.
Just out of the blue.
I mean, I haven't talked to him in over 10 years.
And he wants to meet me tomorrow.
And I don't know. Maybe...
You know, maybe I'm just being paranoid.
But there was just something in his voice. It just...
(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)
It scared me, you know?
And Ethan has a... He has a dark side.
I mean, I know it. I've seen it.
I know what he's capable of.
Anyway...
That's why I'm making this tape.
And if I'm wrong, which I'm sure I am, and nothing happens,
then I'll just switch it out for that digital watch that you've been asking for.
But if I'm right and something happens,
I wanted you to know everything.
'Cause you deserve to know everything.
Adrian...
You are more than the love of my life,
you are my life.
(SOBBING)
You are
my life.
Mr. Monk, I'm so sorry.
What are you doing? Get Rickover.
What are you gonna do?
Mr. Monk, let's just call the Captain.
Why didn't she tell me?
Mr. Monk, everybody has secrets.
She loved you. She didn't want to disappoint you.
That tape had been on my bookshelf this whole time.
I'd been looking at it for...
(COUGHING) For 12 years.
Mr. Monk, look at you. You can't go anywhere.
I'm going. No, Mr. Monk, come on. You're sick.
I'm not gonna die.
Not yet.
SENATOR: Judge Rickover, I would like to return
to one of your earlier decisions, Harurra v. California.
You were the Deputy Solicitor General on that brief, is that correct?
That's correct, Senator.
That was a death penalty case
in which we held that the prisoner, Mr. Harurra,
was entitled only to relief
in the clemency process.
And is that an opinion you still hold?
To be honest, Senator, I'm not sure.
The law has changed. I have changed.
I was 28 years old then, thought I knew everything.
(SENATOR CHUCKLES)
(MONK COUGHING) You're aware, of course,
that there are cases pending
which have similar circumstances,
and some of them involve recent advances in DNA evidence.
Judge Rickover?
Senator, I don't think it's a good idea to rewrite the Constitution
just because there's been a scientific breakthrough.
The basic principles of common law haven't changed.
They never do.
The issue is application
in a new context.
(COUGHING)
And is context always the overriding factor?
Excuse me?
Is context always the overriding factor?
In my opinion, yeah. These are the same
basic principles that have animated our common law system
since the time of John Cook.
But then again, I'm not here to teach you high school civics, am I?
(LAUGHS) Actually, I wish you would.
I think some of us could certainly use it.
Senator, it's been a long morning.
If I might, could I ask for a brief recess?
I think that's an excellent idea. We could all use some air.
We will reconvene at 10:15.
(COUGHING)
Well, Mr. Monk, what a surprise.
I heard you were sick. No, no.
No, I'm... I'm feeling much better. Much, much better.
That's a relief.
So, you came all the way downtown just to cheer me on.
Uh-uh. That's nice.
I'm here because you killed my wife.
(COUGHS)
I'm sorry? You heard me.
Trudy Ellison, she was a student of yours at Berkeley.
You had an affair with her. She got pregnant.
And 12 years ago,
when you were nominated for the appellate court,
you made sure that story never got out.
You killed two women.
Wendy Stroud... Uh-huh.
...who was the midwife at the birth,
and my wife.
(CHUCKLING)
Well, they told me to expect this.
They said that at every confirmation hearing,
the nuts just come out of the woodwork.
Judge Rickover, we know the whole story.
Oh, really?
Mr. Monk, I taught thousands of students at Berkeley.
Some of them were unstable.
More than just a few had crushes on me.
But please, where's your proof?
Where's the child?
The baby died. Baby died.
Birth records? Paper trail?
Gone. It's all gone. You took care of that.
You sent Joey Kazarinski to the birthing center last week.
They were updating their files.
The director must have found something about Trudy,
about the baby, so you had him killed.
You have been covering your tracks for 26 years.
No, it's all right. It's all right. It's all right.
Mr. Monk is sick. He's seriously ill.
He's obviously not thinking straight.
She made a tape.
Judge, she made a tape.
Of course she did.
The woman was delusional.
I remember.
Trudy...
Ellison.
Ellison, yes. She used to follow me around.
She wrote me letters, phone calls at 2:00, 3:00 in the morning.
I remember that she also claimed she was pregnant.
She probably believed it, too.
She was quite an unstable woman.
Apparently you had a lot in common.
(YELLS) No, Mr. Monk. Mr. Monk, no!
Mr. Monk.
No, Mr. Monk, stop! Mr. Monk, please.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Get him out of here.
This is not over!
Yes, it is.
RANDY: Yeah, I know. The doctor's in with him now.
We still don't know.
All right, I'll call you later. I love you.
Who was that?
That was the Deputy Commissioner.
Deputy Commissioner Patrick Watson.
Yeah, that's right.
You said, "I love you."
I do love him.
I think he's doing a great job. I mean...
Why? Why? You don't think he's...
No, I think he's doing a fine job. I don't tell him that I love him.
Well, maybe you should. It's just common courtesy.
It's not common courtesy.
Well, I think you're doing a great job.
I love you.
Okay, Randy, I'm sorry I asked.
When you're ready to tell me what's really going on, don't.
Doctor, how's our boy?
He's stable.
Actually, he's better than stable.
His vital signs have improved.
We're not sure why.
That would be the hatred.
Pure malice, it's the best medicine in the world.
Can we see him? Yeah.
That was easy.
Four days ago, you were a bucking bronco.
Four days ago was years ago.
I'll be back later with your pills.
Five minutes. Don't get him excited. CAPTAIN: Okay.
Hey. Hey.
Where's... Where's Natalie?
She's back at your place getting your clothes.
You mean I can't go home?
Buddy, you're lucky you're not in jail. Huh?
You've been charged with assault and threatening a sitting judge.
Yeah, some judge.
We know. We've been digging around.
It all checks out.
Dr. Nash had a second cell phone.
He called Rickover half a dozen times.
We figure he was trying to blackmail him.
Rickover hired Kazarinski to kill him.
Give him the file.
I'll just leave it there.
You got him. You found him.
How's it feel?
It's not over.
It's... It's not over.
Just the air, the air that I'm breathing,
I hate the thought that he's breathing that same air.
I know, buddy. Look, we're gonna get him.
I promise you. This is me promising you
the son of a bitch is going down.
Randy, close the door.
Close the door.
Leland, listen,
I won't be there.
Oh, nonsense. Don't talk like that.
Don't give up. Nobody's giving up.
The doctors are working around the clock.
This is... Leland...
Kill him.
Promise me.
Yes, all right, I...
I promise.
Yes, I'll do it. There won't be a trial.
You're lying.
Sweetie, that's the wrong pillow. It is?
Yeah, he needs his Trudy pillow.
It's in the closet. It's in a plastic case.
She slept on it and he can still smell her.
Wow. Is that Trudy's car?
Yeah. Well, at least he knows.
If he doesn't make it, at least he'll die knowing.
(MONK COUGHING)
NURSE: What are you doing?
There's something missing here. There's something wrong.
I'll tell you what's wrong. You shouldn't be sitting up.
Look at you. You're agitating yourself.
I'm sure whatever it is can wait.
Oh, not this one.
It can't wait, not this one.
This guy killed three people.
This man?
You never can tell, can you?
No. He's covering up an affair he had.
Is that all? Doesn't seem right.
Nobody cares about affairs anymore.
That's what I was thinking. There's got to be something else.
There has to be more to it.
Now, Doctor wants you to sleep tonight.
I'm leaving this here. It'll put you right out.
Sleep is the best medicine.
"He'll never move."
Pardon me? That's what they said.
I heard them talking.
Ethan will never move.
I think he's gonna be buried in this yard.
So why won't he move?
What is it about that house?
Wait, he'll want this.
If we forgot anything, we can always come back.
(GROANS)
Steven. Natalie, are you all right?
I don't know. I don't feel so good.
Spots. I'm seeing spots. Oh, my God.
It's the poison. It's the same as Mr. Monk.
I don't understand. I've been with you all day, you haven't eaten a thing.
Yeah. Oh, my God.
Natalie? Babe, what is it?
Rickover. Ethan Rickover at the hearing.
Mr. Monk dropped a wipe.
I thought you were sick.
I'm feeling much better. Much, much better.
NATALIE: He used his pen. He didn't want to touch it.
Oh, God. It was in the wipes.
That's how we missed it. We assumed it was the food.
We got to get you to the hospital.
We have a source now. We can break it down.
We'll have an antidote in two hours.
I'll get Mr. Monk. He'll be fine.
You got to tell him. You got to call him.
(GROANING) Okay, I'm calling.
Nurse's station. This is Judy.
You can call him directly.
Really? Okay. I'll go check.
Kenny. Kenny, what happened?
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES)
Is it raining out there?
It's really coming down.
Captain, there you are. Been looking all over for you.
You haven't heard? Heard what?
There's a cure.
There's a cure? Yeah, for Monk.
They isolated the poison. It was on his wipes.
(EXCLAIMS) The wipes!
That's great news. There's a cure.
Come on, I was just on my way to the hospital. We can celebrate.
He's not there.
Who's not there? Monk. He escaped.
And he drugged a cop and took his gun.
Okay, come on, let's go. We can take your car.
Where are we going? To stop Monk.
From doing what? The wrong thing.
(COUGHING)
Your garage was open.
I borrowed a shovel.
Pick it up.
Pick it up!
Over there.
Are you gonna kill a federal judge?
Tonight, I'm the judge.
Over there, let's go. Let's go.
CAPTAIN: Good, good, good. Step on it! Step on it! Step on it!
(CAR HORN HONKING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Car, car, car!
Just go! Go!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
CAPTAIN: Jeez. Sorry, sorry.
CAPTAIN: Look over there! Look out.
Where the hell is the siren?
In the back.
What's it doing in the back?
I haven't used it in 10 months.
Why, did you think the bad guys all retired?
That crime is over?
The hell? What is all this crap?
Yard sale.
You bought all this?
No, I'm selling it.
You're selling all of this?
Hey, are these my barbells?
No, those are mine.
No, I lent you my barbells last year. These are my barbells.
I bought the same ones.
With my initials on them?
Oh, okay, maybe those are yours. Just take them.
I'm not gonna take them now. We're in the middle of a thing.
I can't find the siren.
I might've sold it.
(COUGHING)
All right, Detective Monk, what now?
Dig.
(COUGHS)
I think both of us are gonna be dead by morning.
I said dig.
Not there.
Over there, by the sundial. Over there.
Let's go.
(COUGHING)
Go on.
Go on!
No, no, no, don't take Vinton! What the hell, are you crazy?
It's left. I gotta go left. They got it all tore up!
(HORNS HONKING)
CAPTAIN: Oh! Oh, jeez. Sorry, sorry.
Go left, go left, go left!
Good.
Step on it, step on it, step on it!
A squad car is already here. Monk's gonna get himself shot.
(TRUCK BEEPING) What the hell? Look out!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
RANDY: Come on, come on, come on!
(HONKING)
Move the truck! Police emergency!
(GUN FIRING)
MAN: Damn! Come on, come on!
Guess we got a siren.
(MONK COUGHING)
Keep digging.
Sir, I'm not gonna tell you again.
I want you to put the weapon down.
We're not done yet.
I'm gonna bring up a sore subject here.
I don't want you to overreact,
but Trudy and I used to talk about capital punishment all the time,
and she never believed in it.
Shut up! Just shut it.
(TIRES SCREECHING) You mention her name again,
it'll be the last word you'll ever say.
CAPTAIN: Oh, God. Okay.
Stottlemeyer, homicide. You guys just relax.
Everybody... Everybody take a deep breath.
Relax. Hold your fire.
Okay, that's close enough. CAPTAIN: Monk!
Monk, put the gun down, buddy. You don't want to do this.
You don't have to do this.
Hey, who told you to stop?
Keep going! Keep going!
Monk, Monk, listen to me. They've identified the poison.
It was on your wipes, Monk. It was on your hand wipes.
They have the antidote. We have to get you to a hospital.
We can figure out what to do with him later.
(COUGHING)
(METAL CLANKING)
What was that?
That is Wendy Stroud.
The midwife from 12 years ago?
Yeah.
(COUGHING)
Bones.
It's a human skull.
I couldn't figure out why he wouldn't move.
Get CSI down here now.
And then I remembered there was a sundial under the tree.
Why would anyone put a sundial
under a big tree like this in the shade?
Didn't make any sense.
Twelve years ago, when he was nominated for the federal bench,
his name was in all the papers.
Wendy Stroud must have seen it, right?
Right? RICKOVER: She said she found Jesus.
That she was born again.
She couldn't live with her guilt.
She was gonna tell everyone about me and Trudy and the child.
So you killed her.
And then Trudy.
And for what?
For nothing! Monk.
Monk, Monk. For a job!
Monk, don't, don't. For a job!
For...
(COUGHING)
For a job.
Hey, hey, Rickover, put the gun down.
No, no. You take care of her.
(GUNSHOT)
(COUGHING)
I think I'm gonna cry.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
The last time you were here, what was that, two weeks ago?
A week and a half. A week and a half,
and you looked horrible.
Oh.
And now look at you. You look great.
It's like a miracle.
It was a miracle.
So, finally,
after 12 years, 12 long years,
closure.
Closure. How do you feel?
Fine. I'm good.
Mmm-hmm.
So how do you feel?
I know how I'm supposed to feel.
I'm supposed to feel like I'm finally happy, finally at peace.
Mmm-hmm. But?
I feel empty.
Well, that's not surprising.
Adrian, you've spent most of your adult life
looking for the man who killed your wife.
See, that search kept you going.
(SIGHS)
Now it's gone. So what's next?
What do you do when you wake up tomorrow?
What do you care about?
See, now, these, these are the difficult choices.
There's something else.
There's something that's been nagging me.
Just before Ethan Rickover died,
he said, "Take care of her."
Take care of who?
I don't know.
I'll probably never know.
All right. You want my advice?
And I assume you do because you're here.
Let it go. All right? It's ancient history.
It's time for Adrian Monk to set sail into the great unknown.
I hate the great unknown.
How do you know? It's unknown.
If it's unknown, how do you know it's so great?
Good point.
Maybe it's the not-so-great unknown, huh?
But it's out there.
And it's waiting for you.
And there's no reason for you to be afraid of it.
(SIGHS)
Mr. Monk, what should I write?
Mr. Monk, what should I write on the box?
Case closed.
"Case closed." I like the sound of that.
Oh, shoot, the "E" is crooked.
Is that okay, or should I get another box?
Mr. Monk? What are you reading?
Oh. Uh...
"Midwife still missing. Presumed dead."
It's an old article about Wendy Stroud.
It was on the bottom of this section.
"Miss Stroud made headlines 15 years ago, January 2, 1983,
"when she found a newborn infant girl
"on a playground and brought it to a local orphanage."
1983?
"Take care of her."
Excuse me? Rickover's last words.
It wasn't the affair, Natalie.
This is what he was covering up. It was the baby.
It didn't die. The baby lived.
Trudy didn't know it. She never knew it.
They lied to her.
Her daughter lived and they put her up for adoption.
She's alive and she's out there somewhere.
(LAUGHS)
Trudy's daughter.
Uh-huh.
Oh, he's standing right here. I'll tell him.
Are you ready?
They found her. Her name is Molly.
Molly.
Molly Evans.
She was adopted 25 years ago
by Andrew and Beth Evans.
She is unmarried. She lives in Monterey County.
And get this, she writes movie reviews for the Chronicle.
That makes sense. Trudy was a writer.
Monterey County, that's 20 minutes away.
Yeah, family services has already contacted her,
and she would love to meet you.
I can't do it. Sure you can.
No, what if she doesn't like me?
I mean, a lot of people don't like me.
I mean, I'm not crazy about me.
I can't do it.
I'm not doing it.
I'd rather keep things the way they are.
I like things the way they are.
No, you don't.
Mr. Monk,
you have to go.
I'm telling you, you have to go.
This is a gift, Mr. Monk.
Trudy sent you a gift.
She sent you someone to love.
It's what you've been missing.
(WOMEN CHATTERING)
I'll see you later.
Molly?
Yeah.
It's okay.
Yeah, this is her parallel parking.
Yeah. She's an excellent driver.
She's never had a single parking ticket.
Yeah, here we are. This is us having lunch.
Yeah. She eats out five times a week.
She's vegetarian, but she eats fish.
You took all these pictures? Yeah.
Oh, here she is drinking coffee.
Aw... Yeah, it's a Kona blend.
Sometimes she has the Colombian.
Monk, there's got to be more than 600 pictures here.
Well, the rest are still being developed.
But you've only known her for three days.
I feel like I've known her forever.
She feels the same way. She actually said that.
Oh, yeah, these are her adoptive parents.
Yeah, that's Andy and Beth. They're great.
He's a little overweight. He's a retired ophthalmologist.
Oh, yeah. This is her new boyfriend, Kyle.
He's two years younger than she is.
She doesn't know how she feels about that.
Oh, yeah, and this is...
And this is her telling me not to take so many pictures.
Mmm-hmm. This is her trying to take the camera away.
Uh-huh. Oh, and guess what else.
You know the Internet? She's on it.
Really? She made the cut, huh?
Uh-huh. Oh, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, she has her own website. It's called a blog.
Really, I mean, that's what it's called, a blog.
Yeah, you can look up all her old movie reviews.
Randy, you like movies. So you just type in
"Molly Evans reviews," and then a dot,
then "com," C-O-M.
Yeah, I'll check it out. Let me write it down.
What is this?
"Leland."
(CHUCKLES) Did you write me a letter?
(SIGHS)
"Dear Leland..."
I've been, uh, holding on to it all week.
I've just been waiting for the right time to...
I guess this is the right time.
Randy, when...
(CHUCKLES)
When did this happen?
I've been talking to them for a few months.
What's going on?
Randy's leaving us. He's taking another job.
What?
Yeah.
You're looking at the new Police Chief of Summit, New Jersey.
What? Police Chief?
Whoa, congratulations.
Congratulations. Thank you.
Nicely done, Chief.
Thank you.
(EXHALES) So what do you think? You think I'm ready?
I don't think anything. I know that you're ready. You're gonna be great.
Well, I had a great teacher.
I'm talking about you.
I know what you meant, Randy. Thank you, Randy.
Um, why New Jersey?
Oh, I think I know the answer to that.
Sharona. Sharona?
You and Sharona.
We got a place. We're moving in.
(GRUNTS)
That's perfect. That is perfect.
(CHUCKLES) You and Sharona. I knew it.
Well, I didn't actually know it,
but now that I know it, I kind of knew it.
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, thank you, guys. Thank you.
(LAUGHING) Okay. Yeah. Hold on. Hold on. Yeah.
Oh, that was a good one.
Adrian, this is embarrassing. I'm not a movie star.
You are to me. That was good, too.
What do you do with all these pictures anyway?
I'm making scrapbooks.
I've already filled four of them. You want to see them?
Maybe when I get back.
Back from where?
I have to go to Toronto, the film festival.
Oh, yeah. What film festival?
(LAUGHS) The Toronto Film Festival.
Oh, yeah, right.
I go every year.
I won't be gone long.
Oh, thank God.
Just two weeks.
Whoa, whoa, okay, wait. Wait, yeah, two... Two weeks.
Okay.
Okay, I'll come with you.
I can do Canada.
I went there once with your mother.
What about your job?
I don't have a job. I'm retired.
Since when?
Since you.
Since you and me. Since us.
Well, I thought you were broke.
No, I'll be fine.
I can live for 20 years if I don't eat
or pay rent or pay Natalie.
Right?
Adrian, you can't quit. What would you do all day?
I don't know. This.
Hang around with you.
I just wanna watch you grow up.
I'm 26 years old. I'm not a kid.
I just want you in my life, you know?
I need you in my life.
I am in your life. I'm not going anywhere.
I'm worried about your life.
You can't quit.
Not for me.
There are lots of other Trudys out there,
and I think you're obligated to help them.
You have a gift.
And a curse.
It's not a curse, it's a gift. Can't you see that?
Maybe that's why I'm here. To remind you.
(LAUGHS)
What? That's exactly what your mother used to say.
Really?
What was she like?
Well, she snored.
(LAUGHS) She did?
Yeah. She never believed me.
One night I taped her with a tape recorder.
She still didn't believe it.
She loved Willie Nelson.
When she was thinking, she'd stick out her tongue like this.
Oh, my God, I do that all the time.
MONK: I know. I love it when you do that.
(ALARM CLOCK RINGING)
(RINGING STOPS)
(SIGHS CONTENTEDLY)
What are you doing?
Cutting out a recipe. I'm making dinner for Steven.
You wanna come? You should come.
Uh, no, thank you.
I didn't poison you. It was on the wipes.
I know. I can't go anyway. I have plans.
Mmm-hmm. What kind of plans?
With Molly. We're going to the movies.
You're going to the movies?
Yeah.
(SIGHS)
(CRYING) Adrian Monk is going to the movies?
Why are you crying? Is that so strange?
That's not strange at all.
That's why I'm crying.
What are you gonna see?
I don't know. Whatever's in theater 10.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) Okay, all right. That's more like it.
That's the Adrian Monk we know and love.
Hello. Yeah, he's right here.
Oh, okay, I understand. We're on our way.
We have to go. They found another body on West Vinton Street.
The Captain's gonna meet us there.
Hey, wait.
What are you doing?
Checking the stove to make sure it's off.
That's a good idea. You don't wanna get
all the way downtown and not be sure.
That actually happened to me once.
Really? Yeah.
(REFLECTIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INAUDIBLE)
Pothole. Oh, sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
That's not... Harold!
(INAUDIBLE)
Wipe?
(WHISTLING A TUNE)
(INAUDIBLE)