Capt. Stottlemeyer: We hit a wall on that West Bay Trust robbery. I wanted to run a couple of things by you. We could have done this yesterday, but you were on your little road trip. What was that all about?Monk: Oh I was helping Dr. Kroger's kid with his homework.Lt. Disher: Troy?Monk: Yeah, the kid needs a role model; somebody to look up to.Capt. Stottlemeyer: What, you're gonna help him find one?Natalie: Actually, Mr. Monk did a great job yesterday. He was like a big brother, you would've been proud of him. [Randy starts sipping from his 44 ounce soda cup. Stottlemeyer grabs a pen from his cupholder and pokes a hole in the side of the cup, which starts leaking]Capt. Stottlemeyer: Let's do this. We've got surveillance video from the bank. [takes a VHS tape out of its case and plugs it into the TV, while Randy uses his finger to plug his cup] Here we go.[The tape starts playing]Capt. Stottlemeyer: [narrating the events on the screen] Wednesday, 9:18 in the morning. Two Caucasian males enter the Vinton Street branch. They pistol-whip Steven Connolly, the assistant branch manager. [As he says that, said event is shown on the tape, though a railing partially obstructs the camera's view]Lt. Disher: And guess who his brother is: "Happy" Jack Connolly. Remember him?Monk: Uh-huh. [A guard comes out and fires a shot at the men]Capt. Stottlemeyer: 9:21, it all hits the fan: the security guard gets off one round. This one - the guy in the green ski mask - gets hit, we think in the chest. [The guard is promptly killed by return fire] They kill the security guard, grab the cash. Two minutes later they're gone. Yesterday - Thursday - we find one of them in a parking lot, dead as dust. [hands them a file with a photo of the dead robber]Natalie: From the gunshot?Capt. Stottlemeyer: Nope, this is the other guy: Mr. Black Ski Mask. It was a heart attack; one cheeseburger too many. We found blood in the backseat, but no body, no footprints.Lt. Disher: And no money.Monk: Double cross?Capt. Stottlemeyer: Maybe. Or somebody else found him. Could've been some kids, hanging out, skateboarding. [Randy starts slurping from his soda again] We traced the car. Mr. Black's name was Tony Gammelobo, single, 47, lived in Daly City. [Irritated by Randy's slurping, Stottlemeyer pokes another hole in his cup] Did four years in Arizona. Ring a bell? [Monk sits down, realizing something]Monk: He was 47? [He has a flashback to Pez trying to buy beer at the minimart, saying "I'm totally 47!"] You said there were kids?Capt. Stottlemeyer: It's possible, we're checking it out. [Randy starts sipping again]Lt. Disher: Yeah, whoever it was, they cleaned him out, wallet, cell phone, everything.Monk: What kind of cell phone?Lt. Disher: It was, uh, we found the charger. [takes one hand off his leaking cup to pull the charger out of his pocket] Yeah it was a Motorola.Monk: Wha-what do they look like?Lt. Disher: [plugging his cup again] I've got the same model. It's in my pocket. [Natalie pulls the phone out of Randy's jacket pocket. Monk becomes disturbed]Natalie: Are you okay? [Monk has a flashback to Troy's friends using an identical phone to take a picture of the "X" at the quarry]Monk: Uh, I-I-I-I just remembered something. I have to go.Capt. Stottlemeyer: You're leaving?Monk: Yes, I-I have to talk to Troy about something. [He heads for the door]Natalie Teeger: I'll go with you.Monk: No, no-no-no, this is between me and him. You stay here. I'll call you. [He rushes out of the office]Capt. Stottlemeyer: What was that all about?Natalie: I don't know. [Randy starts sipping loudly again. Having had enough, Stottlemeyer pokes a hole in the bottom of the cup, causing it to spill all over Randy's shoes]Lt. Disher: I don't care. Free refills for life. [walks out of the office, the cup still leaking heavily]

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