ADRIAN: Ugh! I can't see where I'm going! Didn't you bring a flashlight?
SHARONA: Why should I have to bring a flashlight? You own a flashlight. I'm sure you do. You...of all people don't have a flashlight.
ADRIAN: OW
SHARONA: Shh!
ADRIAN: I'm sorry...I walked into a tree...
SHARONA: **rolls eyes** It wasn't my idea to walk through the backyard to get to the front. Don't you have that penlight?
ADRIAN: No, it's at home.
SHARONA: Ugh. Of course.
ADRIAN: Shshsh...
SHARONA: **whispering** Do you hear something?
ADRIAN: No, but I see something. **as they're peeking around the corner of the house, Adrian points to a car parked in the street** There. Is our man.
SHARONA: Are you going in?
ADRIAN: I have to. Said to meet him here at 7.
SHARONA: You sure you don't want me to come in with you?
ADRIAN: Yeah. You go around the other side of the house...I saw a window in the living room when we came earlier today. If something happens to me, come in. K?
SHARONA: Allright. Be careful, Adrian.
ADRIAN: When am I not? **Sharona dashes to the other side of the house. Adrian pauses for a moment and then walks through some bushes to his car and casually walks from it up the walkway and up the porch steps. He rings the doorbell. No one answers. Then, he tries the door. It's open and he goes in. The room is totally lit up, yet silent.** Hello? Mr. Harvey? **walks around looking around** Hellooo. **gun goes off behind him** **turns his head around, then his body and sees the man with his pockets hanging out - Jack Greene.**
ADRIAN: Oh my god. **Jack fires, but Adrian jumps out of the way onto the couch**
SHARONA: **jumps at the sound and looks through window**
JACK: **runs for Adrian who puts a footstool in front of Jack and gets out of the way**
ADRIAN: **grabs something that dropped out of Jack's pocket and runs out the door and to the side of the house** Let's go!
SHARONA: **runs with him to the car and gets in** was it Jack Greene?
ADRIAN: **Gets in** You bet it was. And look what dropped out of his pocket.
SHARONA: What?
ADRIAN: **shows it to her** it's a check for 6 million dollars.
SHARONA: 6 million dollars?
ADRIAN: It wasn't him. Someone paid him off.
SHARONA: But he still murdered Harvey.
ADRIAN: And he has a motive. But, it's not him who was behind it.
SHARONA: Well, whoever paid him off signed their name on the check, right?
ADRIAN: Yeah.
SHARONA: What does it say?
ADRIAN: I can't read it - it just looks like a scribble.
SHARONA: **looks at it** You're right. Ugh. We were so close. Well, who else could it be? He was our only suspect.
ADRIAN: **flips over check** Look - there's writing on the back.
SHARONA: **looks at it** Scribbles...like the signature on the front. Look, there's another signature on here.
ADRIAN: Can you read it?
SHARONA: Uh...**squinting** Greg something...
ADRIAN: We'll have the captain take a look at it when we get to the station.
Adrian and Sharona walk into Stottlemeyer's office.
STOTTLEMEYER: Was he there?
ADRIAN: Yes he was. But, it wasn't he who killed Harvey. It was someone else.
SHARONA: **takes out the check and hands it to Stottlemeyer** This dropped out of his pocket.
STOTTLEMEYER: 6 million dollars?? Who is this guy?
ADRIAN: Jack Greene.
STOTTLEMEYER: Jack Greene???
ADRIAN: **nodds** Oh - can you read the signature at the bottom?
STOTTLEMEYER: Not at all.
ADRIAN: What about on the back?
STOTTLEMEYER: **flips it over** Greg something.
SHARONA: You can't read the last name, either? Ugh.
STOTTLEMEYER: Greg.........Hamilton. Ever heard of him?
ADRIAN: **shrugs and shakes head**
STOTTLEMEYER: Me neither.
ADRIAN: Whoever he is, we think he paid Greene off. Why else would he give him a check for 6 million dollars?
STOTTLEMEYER: Makes sense. Allright, Monk. Here's the deal. Tomorrow I'll get everybody together and we'll hunt Greene down. He obviously knows Greg Hamilton...we'll ask him where he is and catch him. Sound good?
ADRIAN: Sounds great. We'll see you then.
STOTTLEMEYER: Thanks, Monk. **Adrian and Sharona start heading for the door** Oh...and, Monk...you missed a scuff on the floor.
ADRIAN: **turns around, looks at it, and frantically rubs it off with the bottom of his shoe**
SHARONA: Why should I have to bring a flashlight? You own a flashlight. I'm sure you do. You...of all people don't have a flashlight.
ADRIAN: OW
SHARONA: Shh!
ADRIAN: I'm sorry...I walked into a tree...
SHARONA: **rolls eyes** It wasn't my idea to walk through the backyard to get to the front. Don't you have that penlight?
ADRIAN: No, it's at home.
SHARONA: Ugh. Of course.
ADRIAN: Shshsh...
SHARONA: **whispering** Do you hear something?
ADRIAN: No, but I see something. **as they're peeking around the corner of the house, Adrian points to a car parked in the street** There. Is our man.
SHARONA: Are you going in?
ADRIAN: I have to. Said to meet him here at 7.
SHARONA: You sure you don't want me to come in with you?
ADRIAN: Yeah. You go around the other side of the house...I saw a window in the living room when we came earlier today. If something happens to me, come in. K?
SHARONA: Allright. Be careful, Adrian.
ADRIAN: When am I not? **Sharona dashes to the other side of the house. Adrian pauses for a moment and then walks through some bushes to his car and casually walks from it up the walkway and up the porch steps. He rings the doorbell. No one answers. Then, he tries the door. It's open and he goes in. The room is totally lit up, yet silent.** Hello? Mr. Harvey? **walks around looking around** Hellooo. **gun goes off behind him** **turns his head around, then his body and sees the man with his pockets hanging out - Jack Greene.**
ADRIAN: Oh my god. **Jack fires, but Adrian jumps out of the way onto the couch**
SHARONA: **jumps at the sound and looks through window**
JACK: **runs for Adrian who puts a footstool in front of Jack and gets out of the way**
ADRIAN: **grabs something that dropped out of Jack's pocket and runs out the door and to the side of the house** Let's go!
SHARONA: **runs with him to the car and gets in** was it Jack Greene?
ADRIAN: **Gets in** You bet it was. And look what dropped out of his pocket.
SHARONA: What?
ADRIAN: **shows it to her** it's a check for 6 million dollars.
SHARONA: 6 million dollars?
ADRIAN: It wasn't him. Someone paid him off.
SHARONA: But he still murdered Harvey.
ADRIAN: And he has a motive. But, it's not him who was behind it.
SHARONA: Well, whoever paid him off signed their name on the check, right?
ADRIAN: Yeah.
SHARONA: What does it say?
ADRIAN: I can't read it - it just looks like a scribble.
SHARONA: **looks at it** You're right. Ugh. We were so close. Well, who else could it be? He was our only suspect.
ADRIAN: **flips over check** Look - there's writing on the back.
SHARONA: **looks at it** Scribbles...like the signature on the front. Look, there's another signature on here.
ADRIAN: Can you read it?
SHARONA: Uh...**squinting** Greg something...
ADRIAN: We'll have the captain take a look at it when we get to the station.
Adrian and Sharona walk into Stottlemeyer's office.
STOTTLEMEYER: Was he there?
ADRIAN: Yes he was. But, it wasn't he who killed Harvey. It was someone else.
SHARONA: **takes out the check and hands it to Stottlemeyer** This dropped out of his pocket.
STOTTLEMEYER: 6 million dollars?? Who is this guy?
ADRIAN: Jack Greene.
STOTTLEMEYER: Jack Greene???
ADRIAN: **nodds** Oh - can you read the signature at the bottom?
STOTTLEMEYER: Not at all.
ADRIAN: What about on the back?
STOTTLEMEYER: **flips it over** Greg something.
SHARONA: You can't read the last name, either? Ugh.
STOTTLEMEYER: Greg.........Hamilton. Ever heard of him?
ADRIAN: **shrugs and shakes head**
STOTTLEMEYER: Me neither.
ADRIAN: Whoever he is, we think he paid Greene off. Why else would he give him a check for 6 million dollars?
STOTTLEMEYER: Makes sense. Allright, Monk. Here's the deal. Tomorrow I'll get everybody together and we'll hunt Greene down. He obviously knows Greg Hamilton...we'll ask him where he is and catch him. Sound good?
ADRIAN: Sounds great. We'll see you then.
STOTTLEMEYER: Thanks, Monk. **Adrian and Sharona start heading for the door** Oh...and, Monk...you missed a scuff on the floor.
ADRIAN: **turns around, looks at it, and frantically rubs it off with the bottom of his shoe**