Monk

Of the utter rubbish that TV stations spew out nowadays, I have discovered a few serials for which the wasted time is worth it. One of them on my TV schedule is ‘Monk’, a delightful mystery-comedy starring the immensely talented Tony Shalhoub. He plays the role of a tremendously eccentric detective, Adrian Monk in the San Francisco Police Department. Following the murder of his wife in a car-bombing, Monk became literally insane, developing extreme obsessive-compulsive habits. The pilot episode of the first season shed light onto Trudy’s murder. In a scene, that rates as among the most touching I have seen, Monk comes face to face with the man who planted the bomb, as the latter lies on his deathbed. He looks violently ill, with only days left to live, crippled by a painful condition of some sort. As Monk and his friends enter the nurse informs them that he is on morphine and can feel no pain. After a few words Monk asks to be alone. Let the script (not the exact script but it should do) say the rest…

[Monk walks round the bed to the man’s drip]

Man: Forgive me….

Monk: Forgive you? I forgive you…

[Monk reaches for the morphine switch on the drip]

Monk: This is me, turning off your morphine

[Monk flips the switch. After a tantalizing wait he flips it back on]

Monk: …and this is Trudy, the woman you killed, turning it back on…



----------)—(=@  Absolutely superb…