Monk, Season 5

[Monk is looking around the Buchanans' garage]

Mechanic:
[spots Monk] Can I help you? What the hell are you doing?

Monk:
Sorry. I…

Mechanic:
Are you here for the job interview?

Monk:
[improvising] Yes. The interview. Exactly.

Mechanic:
Follow me. He's been waiting for you.

[Cuts to Monk in the living room. Paul Buchanan comes in with a shotgun]

Paul Buchanan:
Sorry for the delay. [shows shotgun] This is in case the interview doesn't go well. Just joking; I was just doing a little hunting. [sets his shotgun down and pours himself a drink] All right, so you're here from the agency. Where's your resume?

Monk:
I... lost it.

Paul Buchanan:
You lost your resume? Well that doesn't bode well, does it? What's your name?

Monk:
Adrian....

Paul Buchanan:
Adrian? [Monk notices a copy of the book Moby-Dick by Herman Melville lying on a table]

Monk:
Melville. Adrian Melville. [Paul notices the cleanliness of the room]

Paul Buchanan:
What's with this place? I had friends over last night; the place was a mess.

Monk:
While I was waiting, I sort of tidied up.

Paul Buchanan:
I'm impressed. Very well done, Adrian Melville.

Monk:
Thank you.

Paul Buchanan:
Did you do this? [Points to a finished jigsaw puzzle of a city skyline with a rainbow over it on another table]

Monk:
Yes, sorry, I couldn't help myself.

Paul Buchanan:
What, in 20 minutes? I've been working on this puzzle for a month!

Monk:
Sorry, I'll mess it up again. I think I remember exactly how… [reaches forward, trying to restore the puzzle to the wya he found it]

Paul Buchanan:
No, no, no, no, no! I've got a couple of stepsisters who think I never finish anything. Well, come on. Sit down. [they sit down in two adjacent chairs] Tell me, Melville. Who have you worked for? Anybody I know?

Monk:
Mmm…I don't think so. Leland Stottlemeyer of the San Francisco.... Stottlemeyers. Randy Disher. Dr. Charles Kroger....

Paul Buchanan:
No, I don't know them.

Monk:
And Natalie Teeger.

Paul Buchanan:
Natalie? Really? She grew up right down the street. I went to school with her when she was still Natalie Davenport. She had a big crush on me. Wouldn't leave me alone.

Monk:
Is that right?

Paul Buchanan:
How does she look? Does she still have that tattoo? [Monk stands up, shocked]

Monk:
She has a tattoo?

Paul Buchanan:
Well, I guess you wouldn't have seen it. Not where she put it. [gets up] Look, I'm having a big luncheon on Sunday. A bunch of the old fossils from the family foundation. Do you think Natalie would show up? It'd make the afternoon a lot better.

Monk:
I don't think… [Paul gives him a "yes or no?" look] Maybe.

Paul Buchanan:
Well, Adrian Melville, I go with my gut. And my gut likes what it sees. If Natalie Teeger recommends you, that's good enough for me. Congratulations. You're my new butler.

Monk:
I'm your butler?

Paul Buchanan:
Yeah. Come on. I'll show you around. Your room's upstairs. Grab that drink. [Monk grabs the tray off the table]