Monk, Season 1

[Disher comes into Stottlemeyer's office]

Lt. Disher:
Captain.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
You just missed the deputy commissioner. Guess what he wanted to talk about? Murder rates spiking? The Sidney Teal investigation? No, all he wanted to know was what we're doing about the runaway cop.

Lt. Disher:
Fraidy Cop. [drops a newspaper on Stottlemeyer's desk]

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Excuse me?

Lt. Disher:
That's what they're calling him. [Stottlemeyer scruitinizes the article] We, uh, sort of pieced together the route he took. [He walks over to a blown up street map of San Francisco, and sighs wearily] I don't know. Okay. [He pulls out a few pushpins] After the shooting, three people saw him running west towards the park here, and on 19th, here, [Inserts a pushpin into an intersection] he flagged down a taxi.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
He took a taxi?

Lt. Disher:
Yeah, it gets worse. He, uh, threw up in the backseat. But we did get his blood type from the vomit. The taxi then, uh, dropped him off at a bar up on Geary Street... [inserts another pushpin on the map] ...there, where he sat in a booth at the back, apparently drinking bourbon and crying.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
He was crying? Oh, dear Lord.

Lt. Disher:
About midnight, an older woman in a brown station wagon was seen picking him up. Possibly his mother.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
He called his mom?

Lt. Disher:
Yeah.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Well, that son-of-a-bitch better hope I don't find him first. [He looks at the cartographic sketch of Fraidy Cop]