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These are a couple scenes I have polished up the most so far.
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Lets hope USA decides to make a real Monk/Psych crossover!
Scene 4 (Off To Washington)
The Next Morning Shawn & Gus are in there apartment packing for the trip to D.C. when the phone rings.
Shawn: Yeah, Chief.
Vick: Spencer, you and Guster’s flight plans have been changed, you’re going to San Francisco, the FED’s have tracked a lead there, which means you and Mr. Monk will start working on this investigation today. You’ll be informed on what to do next after you land. I’m warning you Spencer, don’t mess this up. Or it will not only be your heads on the line.
Shawn: Alright Chief….got it.
Gus: Who was that?
Shawn: It was the chief, she sounded angry
Gus: Angrier than the time you bought her that book “anger management for single moms” as a Christmas present last year?
Shawn: How was I supposed to know that her and her husband were no longer “separated”? Either way, change of plans, Chief called us in and said we’re heading to San Francisco.
Gus: What? No D.C.?
Shawn: Sorry Gus, I know how much you were looking forward to getting your picture taken in front of the statue of liberty.
Gus: The statue of Liberty is in New York,
Shawn: Eiffel tower? The place that makes those cool little spin top thingys you get in happy meals?
Gus: Shawn, even you know the Eiffel towers in Paris, and no, those are made in south Korea.
Shawn: Oh man, they make em’ so nice and circle-e.
Shawn: Anyways pack your bags, chief wants us flying out to San Franciscy pronto.
Gus: Okay, but this time I’m taking the seat by the window, you know what happened last time I sat in the middle.
Shawn: C’mon Gus, it was one time, and I’m sure the guy who puked on you didn’t know your shoes were made of custom Italian leather.
Gus: They were a 200 hundred dollar pair of shoes Shawn, limited edition, you can’t find them anywhere in the U.S. or Canada.
Shawn: Actually Gus, I’ve been meaning to tell you. Those shoes were fakes.
Gus: What?! You knew all this time and didn’t bother telling me?
Shawn: I didn’t want to ruin your mojo, besides wasn’t it obvious? I mean the guy who sold them to you looked and smelled like a hobo. He even had the little gloves with the finger pockets cut out and the breath that just screams,” tic tack”.
Gus: Well thanks for ruining that for me Shawn, just start packing.
(Scene 5 Mr. Monk and the Psychic finally meet)
(San Francisco approx 10:35 am, Monk and Natalie receive a call about a dead body found 5 minutes from the airport)
Natalie: What about D.C.?
Captain: That will have to wait, the FED’s just traced a connection between this case and the one Monk’s been assigned to. As of right now, this is in our jurisdiction.
Monk: So were not going to D.C.?
Natalie: No Mr. Monk. We’re not going.
Monk: Hurray! I can’t stand looking at those tiles in my bathroom; they’ve been taunting me day and night. I just hate rectangles, so long and panorama like, drives me crazy.
Natalie: What about the case?
(Mr. Monk and Natalie then turn to see a dead body in the alleyway)
Captain: Oh right, name is Alexander Vasquez, from the British armed forces division, flew out here two days ago on special assignment, something to do with the terrorist bombings in London a few months ago. He was chasing down a lead when he was struck in the back of the head and shot 4 times, twice in the back and another two in the torso.
Monk: Anything else?
Captain: Nope, have a look around, maybe you’ll spot something. Oh and Shawn Spencer’s on his way here, so do your best and try to not touch anything until he arrives.
Natalie: Alright Captain, got it.
(Monk looks around for a moment and spots something)
Natalie: What is it?
Monk: It’s a paper; (grabs a pen and uses it to pull a paper out of the dead guy’s pocket)
There’s some writing scribbled in on the back, Natalie here, read this.
Natalie: “Tonight you’ll die, for whose sins you pay? The big man sees you, and it’s his game you’ll play”. Airport: 12 am. Come alone, or else.
Natalie: What could this mean?
Monk: I don’t know, big man… game you’ll play. What game? What could he possibly get from killing a detective, what is he after?
Natalie: I don’t know Mr. Monk, but look whose here.
(Slow motion sequence, Shawn opens the door and walks toward Monk, hands running through his hair and a look of sheer confidence hanging on his face).
Shawn: Hi, Shawn Spencer, psychic for the S.B.P.D., I like long walks on the beach, getting my tan on, and I solve police cases in my spare time. And who might this lovely lady be?
(Kisses Natalie’s hand)
Natalie: Oh, hi, I’m Natalie Teager, and this is my boss, Adrian Monk, we work with the San Francisco police department, and from what we’ve heard you’re quite the detective.
Shawn: Oh really? Have they told you about my reputation for being awesome? Oh and this is my partner, ding dong jama lama ping pong the 3rd, but you can just call him pumpernickel sczlibinsteen for short.
Gus: Hi, I’m Burton Guster, Shawn’s co investigator, I’m also a part time pharmaceuticals salesman. Nice to finally meet you Mr. Monk; I’ve read all about you, I’m a huge fan of your work.
Shawn: Of course you are, now let’s get down to the nougat-e center past the layers of chocolaty goodness here shall we? What can you tell me about this guy? Other than his horrible taste in neckties, that his wristwatch is on backwards or the creepy Def Leopard tattoo that’s on his right ankle?
Natalie: Wow, how did you know about that?
Monk: Its simple, the letters d and e are visible through a tear in his right pant leg; anyone could have figured it out.
Shawn: Don’t be silly, I’m a psychic, that’s what psychics do. We see stuff, its all up here, in our third eye.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, be nice! You have to admit that’s pretty impressive!
Monk: Righttt, how can we know for sure he’s really a psychic?
Shawn: Let me prove it you, (Shawn scans environment for a second)
Your favorite number is 10, you have a strange fear of anything round or pointy, you wear your pants on too tight and obviously lack having any kind of fashion sense, you haven’t had a real date in a little over ten years, the man staring at you is an undercover FED, Oh and you forgot to ask for a wipe after Gus shook your hand.
Monk: Natalie, wipe! Wipe! Gahhh.
Shawn: So back to the dead guy…
Monk: He was found here this morning, shot 4 times, we found this note on him not too long ago.
(Natalie hands Shawn the note)
Natalie: We think it might tell us something about the person who killed him.
Shawn: What? Other than the fact that this guy has terrible grammar skills and obviously has never heard of the “I before e except after c” rule? Come on! “The big man sees you? Really? Is that the best he could think of?
(Monk starts using his hands to figure out something)
Shawn: That’s quite a strange thing you got going on there, sure it isn’t contagious?
Natalie: Mr. Monks not contagious, at least I hope he’s not. That’s just his way of figuring stuff out, like you, only without the third eye thing.
Shawn: I see, if I moved my hands around like that I’m sure id spot something eventually too.
Natalie: Hey! Don’t say that! Mr. Monk here is a great detective, the best there is.
Shawn: Oh right, and I’m Justin Timberlake, just take a look at this sexy back.
Gus: That reference totally did not make sense Shawn.
Shawn: Well I took a swing at it. Anyways…
(Shawn spots something, some white residue that appears like concrete, grass stains on both his shoes and his badge missing from his belt)
Monk and Shawn: He didn’t die here.
Natalie: Wow, your right, he is good!
Monk: Look at his shoes, they have grass stains on them, and his badge is missing, had he been seen by anyone at a park earlier that day? Possibly a zoo, or a farmhouse?
Shawn: I’m sensing he was killed somewhere close by, like that whole in the wall Mexican place me and Gus stopped by on the way here, or that weird salon that offers free haircuts to poodles, no wait, a construction site!
Monk: Maybe he went to a park to search for something, and was followed and killed somewhere around here. There are…
Shawn: Security cameras! Check the security cameras! Our killer might be spotted on those tapes.
Monk: That still doesn’t answer why though, why kill him? What did he find? What was he after? And what else are they not telling us?
Shawn: I don’t know, I’ll figure it out later, Gus and I going to have a look around town.
Natalie: Don’t you mean “we will” figure it out? Mr. Monk is on this case too.
Shawn: Yeah sure, look, not to cramp your style or anything, but Gus and I have always been the one’s to solve these kinds of cases, so it looks like you and Mr. Bean over there should head home and get some sleep, and let the real detective here do his job.
Monk: Look, I’m not happy about this either, but from the way this case is looking, I’m not sure either one of us could solve it on our own without the other’s help.
Shawn: Will see, good day gentleman and lady
Off to explore this foreign land known as San Francisco.Natalie: Well he was nice?
Monk: Wait, he missed something, his coat pocket, there’s a card in there.
(Card reads “Don’t try and call the psychic, he’s in this much farther than he knows, much more”.)
SO yeah, thats it.
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