Mr. Monk goes to Silent Hill--chapter three
by weirdDAR
(Sharona is standing outside of the bathroom--the same one James used in the
game, at the beginning. Monk is standing in front of the mirror.)
Monk:
Trudy...could you...really...Dear God, I'm having trouble concentrating..
(Monk pulls out a whipe and starts to whipe down the mirror.)
How could anyone let their town stay this dirty?
(Monk cleans the entire mirror.)
That's better.
(Looks around, and notices the entire bathroom is pretty nasty.)
I'll be back...to clean all of this.
(Monk leaves the bathroom.)
Sharona:
Did you go?
Monk:
No...
Sharona:
Why not?
Monk:
It was too dirty.
Sharona:
What? And you thought your pee would make it all better?
Monk:
No...not really.
Sharona:
Let's go...
(She begins to walk down the stairs. Monk is standing there.)
Monk:
Sharona?
(Sharona stops, and turns around.)
Sharona:
What's wrong now?
Monk:
Why are we walking?
Sharona:
The main road is blocked off.
(Monk walks up to Sharona)
Monk:
That's odd.
Sharona:
What's odd?
Monk:
There aren't any signs that say the road is blocked off. It's as if the
road was destroyed.
Sharona:
So?
Monk:
Well, if the road was destroyed, then either someone isn't welcome here
or someone just felt like destroying it.
Sharona:
Well, what do you want me to do about it?
Monk:
Nothing yet... just keep your eyes open with me.
(He walks down the stairs, and continues talking)
You know, it doesn't take a detective to notice there aren't any
blocked road signs.
(Sharona is standing there.)
Sharona: (Under her breathe)
Obviously, it did.
(Walks after him.)
Later..........
(The two walk into a graveyard, it's too foggy to see.)
Sharona:
Adrian?
Monk:
Yes?
Sharona:
Grab my hand.
Monk:
Why?
Sharona:
So we won't get seperated from each other.
Monk:
Good idea. Are they clean?
Sharona:
My hands?
Monk:
Yeah, I can't see if they're clean.
Sharona:
Of course they're clean. They were clean when we left the car. If they
weren't, you would of pointed it out and made me clean them.
(Monk grabs her hand)
Monk:
You're right.
(They walk ahead, where a mysterious figure is standing in the distance.
The fog clears as soon as Monk reaches the figure. It's a lady, standing
directly in front of a tombstone.)
Monk:
Hello.
Lady:
Hi. Who are you?
Monk:
I'm Adrian Monk, this is my assitant, Sharona.
Lady:
Who?
(Monk turns around, Sharona is there, but she isn't too visible.)
Monk:
She's in the fog right now. What's your name?
Lady:
Name? Why do you want to know my name?
Monk:
So I know what to call you.
Lady: It's Angela.
Monk:
And let me guess, Angela Orosco?
Angela:
That's my last name, yes. How'd you know?
Monk:
It was kind of a guess. You're standing in front of a tombstone.
(Reading the tombstone) Michelle Orosco. I figured that was either
your mother, sister or someone in your family.
Angela:
It's my sister. She died.
Monk:
I can see that.
Angela:
No need to be a smart ass about it.
Monk:
No, I didn't--
(Angela runs off.)
(Silence)
Sharona:
I could hardly see anything, and I know that was pretty odd.
Monk:
Pretty odd? Try very odd.
(They continue walking.)
Sharona:
Are you going to look for her?
Monk:
No, I think she'll be fine by herself.
Sharona:
Why do you say that?
Monk:
She must be a local, since a family member was burried here. She has to
know her way around, so I think she'll be alright.
Sharona:
What do you mean? I was thinking more like she'd have an emotional
breakdown or something.
Monk:
Her sister died. Let her have an emotional breakdown.
Sharona:
You're a cruel man, you know that?
Monk:
(Not paying attention)
Uh-huh.
(They arrive on a road, where blood streaks are visible on the road.)
Monk:
Holy--
(Sharona screams and grabs Monk)
Monk:
Sharona! It's alright.
Sharona:
Someone's dead, Adrian. What's alright about that?
Monk:
We don't know if anyone's dead. You can lose a lot of blood without
dying.
Sharona:
(In tears)
Adrian, I want to go home.
Monk:
Sharona, please--
(Monk is now distracted by a shawdow figure, limping in the fog ahead.)
Sharona:
What is it?
Monk:
I-I saw someone...something.
(Begins walking. Sharona stops him.)
Sharona:
Adrian! I want to go home. We can go home, and tommorow come back with
Stottlemeyer.
Monk:
Stottlemeyer would never come here...please, Sharona...
(Sharona looks in Monk's eyes, and feels sympathic.)
Sharona:
Fine. One hour. If you don't find anything...we leave. Deal?
Monk:
Deal.
(They walk in the direction Monk saw the shawdow figure.)
(Sharona, once again, stops Monk)
Sharona:
Before we go any further, promise me you'll protect me.
Monk:
You're really that scared, where you trust me with your life?
Sharona:
(In more tears)
Yes! Please promise!
Monk:
I promise.
(They continue walking)
To be continued...
by weirdDAR
(Sharona is standing outside of the bathroom--the same one James used in the
game, at the beginning. Monk is standing in front of the mirror.)
Monk:
Trudy...could you...really...Dear God, I'm having trouble concentrating..
(Monk pulls out a whipe and starts to whipe down the mirror.)
How could anyone let their town stay this dirty?
(Monk cleans the entire mirror.)
That's better.
(Looks around, and notices the entire bathroom is pretty nasty.)
I'll be back...to clean all of this.
(Monk leaves the bathroom.)
Sharona:
Did you go?
Monk:
No...
Sharona:
Why not?
Monk:
It was too dirty.
Sharona:
What? And you thought your pee would make it all better?
Monk:
No...not really.
Sharona:
Let's go...
(She begins to walk down the stairs. Monk is standing there.)
Monk:
Sharona?
(Sharona stops, and turns around.)
Sharona:
What's wrong now?
Monk:
Why are we walking?
Sharona:
The main road is blocked off.
(Monk walks up to Sharona)
Monk:
That's odd.
Sharona:
What's odd?
Monk:
There aren't any signs that say the road is blocked off. It's as if the
road was destroyed.
Sharona:
So?
Monk:
Well, if the road was destroyed, then either someone isn't welcome here
or someone just felt like destroying it.
Sharona:
Well, what do you want me to do about it?
Monk:
Nothing yet... just keep your eyes open with me.
(He walks down the stairs, and continues talking)
You know, it doesn't take a detective to notice there aren't any
blocked road signs.
(Sharona is standing there.)
Sharona: (Under her breathe)
Obviously, it did.
(Walks after him.)
Later..........
(The two walk into a graveyard, it's too foggy to see.)
Sharona:
Adrian?
Monk:
Yes?
Sharona:
Grab my hand.
Monk:
Why?
Sharona:
So we won't get seperated from each other.
Monk:
Good idea. Are they clean?
Sharona:
My hands?
Monk:
Yeah, I can't see if they're clean.
Sharona:
Of course they're clean. They were clean when we left the car. If they
weren't, you would of pointed it out and made me clean them.
(Monk grabs her hand)
Monk:
You're right.
(They walk ahead, where a mysterious figure is standing in the distance.
The fog clears as soon as Monk reaches the figure. It's a lady, standing
directly in front of a tombstone.)
Monk:
Hello.
Lady:
Hi. Who are you?
Monk:
I'm Adrian Monk, this is my assitant, Sharona.
Lady:
Who?
(Monk turns around, Sharona is there, but she isn't too visible.)
Monk:
She's in the fog right now. What's your name?
Lady:
Name? Why do you want to know my name?
Monk:
So I know what to call you.
Lady: It's Angela.
Monk:
And let me guess, Angela Orosco?
Angela:
That's my last name, yes. How'd you know?
Monk:
It was kind of a guess. You're standing in front of a tombstone.
(Reading the tombstone) Michelle Orosco. I figured that was either
your mother, sister or someone in your family.
Angela:
It's my sister. She died.
Monk:
I can see that.
Angela:
No need to be a smart ass about it.
Monk:
No, I didn't--
(Angela runs off.)
(Silence)
Sharona:
I could hardly see anything, and I know that was pretty odd.
Monk:
Pretty odd? Try very odd.
(They continue walking.)
Sharona:
Are you going to look for her?
Monk:
No, I think she'll be fine by herself.
Sharona:
Why do you say that?
Monk:
She must be a local, since a family member was burried here. She has to
know her way around, so I think she'll be alright.
Sharona:
What do you mean? I was thinking more like she'd have an emotional
breakdown or something.
Monk:
Her sister died. Let her have an emotional breakdown.
Sharona:
You're a cruel man, you know that?
Monk:
(Not paying attention)
Uh-huh.
(They arrive on a road, where blood streaks are visible on the road.)
Monk:
Holy--
(Sharona screams and grabs Monk)
Monk:
Sharona! It's alright.
Sharona:
Someone's dead, Adrian. What's alright about that?
Monk:
We don't know if anyone's dead. You can lose a lot of blood without
dying.
Sharona:
(In tears)
Adrian, I want to go home.
Monk:
Sharona, please--
(Monk is now distracted by a shawdow figure, limping in the fog ahead.)
Sharona:
What is it?
Monk:
I-I saw someone...something.
(Begins walking. Sharona stops him.)
Sharona:
Adrian! I want to go home. We can go home, and tommorow come back with
Stottlemeyer.
Monk:
Stottlemeyer would never come here...please, Sharona...
(Sharona looks in Monk's eyes, and feels sympathic.)
Sharona:
Fine. One hour. If you don't find anything...we leave. Deal?
Monk:
Deal.
(They walk in the direction Monk saw the shawdow figure.)
(Sharona, once again, stops Monk)
Sharona:
Before we go any further, promise me you'll protect me.
Monk:
You're really that scared, where you trust me with your life?
Sharona:
(In more tears)
Yes! Please promise!
Monk:
I promise.
(They continue walking)
To be continued...