Captain Stottlemeyer: Four months ago, it was a Tuesday night. I came out of the bar, 2 a.m. They took my keys so I'm walking home. I was alone. I was pretty toasted. That street light was on, 'cause I could still see. And he was waiting. He was by... There was a big black van here. He waiting behind it. Uh, must've been here all night. He steps out. I'm standing right about where you are now. I knew who it was right away. It was Frank Prager and he wanted me dead. I could see it in his eyes. He aims Glock 17 to my head, caps off 5 rounds. And then... And then he disappeared. Until last night.
Adrian Monk: He was only 12 feet away. With the street light behind him, it's not a hard shot. You said he was a veteran special ops?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah. Maybe he was as toasted as me. Or maybe it was a miracle.
Adrian Monk: Maybe it was. And they just left the bullet holes there?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, it's probably good for business at this place. It adds to the mystique.
Adrian Monk: This pattern does not look random. 2-1-2. He had a Glock 17. He could've fired 20 rounds. He only squeezed off 5. 2-1-2.