Monk, Season 8

[The police station is swarming with activity. A detective drops a box on Stottlemeyer's desk as Stottlemeyer talks on the phone]

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
No-no-no-no, no toche la muneca ["Do not touch the doll"], you understand me? Do not touch la muneca! Don't touch anything! [he listens] Look, we'll have an officer there in 20 minutes! [He hangs up and turns to Monk] I told the Mayor not to go public; now we've got fifty copycats out there, half the town is getting voodoo dolls in the mail and all of them want a squad car in their driveway!

Monk:
Yeah but these are the four; the only four that count. [He walks over to a bulletin board containing photos (from left to right) of Natalie, Martha Murphy, Robert Boyd, and Ralph Farris, with each person's respective doll being placed underneath their head shot] The same wrapping paper, same handwriting. That's strange: he doesn't write the address on the boxes. He uses these labels. [He scans the address labels]

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
It's the damndest thing, huh?

Monk:
What about the victims? Is there any connection?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
No. No, the FBI's been running their names all day. There's no connection. Oh, and here's some more bad news: our primary suspect - our only suspect - is not gonna fly. [Takes a surveillance photo of Jorgensen off the board]

Monk:
Hmmm, the guy who was selling all the dolls?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Reverend Jorgensen. He's got an alibi for all three victims.

Monk:
And now Natalie.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
And now Natalie. How's she doing?

Monk:
Uh, scared to death. I just talked to Randy; she hasn't gotten off the couch all day. Now he says she's wearing one of those plastic dog funnels around her neck!

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Well that can't be good.