Natalie: All right, he had two other stops before he got here. I got the addresses. I'm gonna retrace his steps.
Adrian Monk: No, no, no, no. No, Natalie. Just let the police handle it.
Natalie: They don't care about this kid. They can't even remember his name. And they sure as hell don't care about what I think. All they care about is this missing judge. Mr. Monk, I need you to come with me.
Adrian Monk: I can't.
Natalie: Yes, you can. You can rally. Hey, Mitch was a football player. Players got injured all the time. He always said, "the great ones play hurt." Mr. Monk, I can't do this without you. Just sit in the car. It'll just take an hour.
Adrian Monk: [coughs] I can't.
Natalie: Well, I'm going. A man was killed, and he was here. I have to do something.
Adrian Monk: No, no. Natalie. Natalie, you can't go. You can't just leave. Vaporizer one is empty. I'm almost out of ice. You have to do your job.
Natalie: I'm sorry, Mr. Monk. I can't. I'm too busy doing your job.