Monk, Season 5

Lt. Disher:
Why did he kill the nurse?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
He had no choice! Katherine Rutherford read that note twenty-five years ago. It would have been made public, she would have recognized it!

Natalie:
My God, Mr. Monk, he could be doing it right now! [Stottlemeyer and Disher reach the registration station]

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
The registration sheets are all gone!

Monk:
Oh!

Lt. Disher:
Monk, do you have a cell phone number?

Monk:
No.

Lt. Disher:
Do you know where they stayed?

Monk:
[sighs, exasperated] Some hotel!

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
There are over 200 hotels in this city, Monk! It'll take us over five hours to check them all!

Monk:
Hold on. Hold on! [rolls his shoulders forward a couple of times]

Lt. Disher:
What's he doing?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
I don't know. What are you doing?

Monk:
The hotel where they're staying. It was on their registration form.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Yeah? So?

Monk:
When Dianne signed in… [flashback to Dianne filling her registration sheet out on Monk's back] We were standing in line. She wrote…she wrote on my back. [Natalie smiles, realizing what Monk is doing]

Lt. Disher:
Can he do that?

Natalie:
It's how he met Trudy! It's his superpower!

Monk:
Oh, there's her name. Home address.

Natalie Teeger:
Okay, Mr. Monk, it was near the bottom.

Monk:
She has terrible penmanship. Why did it have to be cursive? [makes what almost appear to be spasms as he tries to remember what Dianne wrote] She ordered the prime rib, medium rare.

Natalie:
Keep going. It's just below that.

Monk:
Yeah, there's an L, uh, L-E... Lexus! Is there a Lexus Hotel?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
No that's the car they drove, Monk!

Natalie:
Keep going. [Monk finally reaches the section with the hotel name]

Monk:
There's a "P", "P", No! "P", "P", "B"! "B"! "B"!

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
"B"?

Monk:
It's a "B." It's a "B." It's a "B." "L."

Natalie and Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Bla…

Monk:
"A."

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
The Bla…The Blaza…

Lt. Disher:
The Blaza! Plaza!

Monk:
B-L-A…The Bla…The Blab…

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
The Blakemore Hotel!

Lt. Disher:
It's right up the street! [They take off]