Monk, Season 2

[Monk and Sharona have arrived at the toll plaza]

Monk:
Handcuffed?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Handcuffed to one wrist and tied to seventy-feet of rope.

Monk:
Ugh, God!

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
And then he was dragged west seven-tenths of a mile. I just saw the body. Or what's left of it.

Sharona:
Oh, God.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
The M.E. said he's never seen anything like it. There's no end to it.

Monk:
What do you mean?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
I mean, this is number nine. Nine bizarre murders in the past two weeks. Every time my beeper goes off, my heart skips a beat.

Monk:
Are they connected?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
No. No connection at all. I mean, four have been men, five women, all different ages. Latino, white, black.

Monk:
And the M.O.'s?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
' All different. There's been a couple of shootings, different weapons, a hit-and-run, a drowning, an electrocution. I mean, it's, it's like a full moon every night!

Monk:
And you're sure that the cases have absolutely nothing in common?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Well, they have one thing in common, Monk. We can't solve them. I swear, there's something in the water.