Monk, Season 2

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
That assistant, she called you?

Sharona:
Mm-hmm. Diane Luden.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Yeah, I gave her your name. I figured you'd collect a nice payday after you convinced her she was crazy.

Monk:
Actually, I think she might be on to something.

Sharona:
We'd like to look at the official file.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Look, there is no D'Souza case. It was an accident. The barbell slipped, crushed his trachea.

Lt. Disher:
He was alone in his apartment on the thirty-fifth floor.

Monk:
I know.

Lt. Disher:
There was only one way up. It was a private elevator. Nobody else used it.

Monk:
I know.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
The apartment was locked from the inside.

Monk:
I know.

Sharona:
Are you gonna be cooperating on this or not?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
If you two wanna go tilting at windmills, be my guests. But this time, Monk, you're on your own.

Monk:
Okay, forget it. Let's go. What's our first stop?

Sharona:
Sapphire Mansion. We have an appointment. [This gets Randy's attention]

Lt. Disher:
Sapphire Mansion? You have an appointment?

Monk:
Yes. Elliot D'Souza controlled that magazine. He was about to pull the plug on Dexter Larsen. I think Larsen might be involved.

Lt. Disher:
Saphhire Mansion. I've never been. Have you ever been?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Once. Ten years ago.

Sharona:
Did your wife find out?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Yeah, I told her. In therapy, we were playing the honesty game.

Lt. Disher:
Red Roof Inn?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Yup. This was before they built the new lobby.

Lt. Disher:
You know, Captain. I think Monk might be on to something. Maybe we should tag along.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Lieutenant, I think you might be right.

Sharona:
Oh, God.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Hey, I'm married. I'm not dead.

Sharona:
Ugh.