Dale Biederbeck: You help me, I'll help you. One hand washes the other. Now, there's a metaphor I know you can relate to. As you know, a man was murdered in here last night. Soon, the police, who are not as imaginative as you, will begin to focus on me. I had a motive. The young man owed me $1,200.
Adrian Monk: You wouldn't kill anyone for $1,200.
Dale Biederbeck: Well, you know that, but they don't. They've already questioned me twice. Here's my problem. As you can see, I have, uh, become accustomed to a certain standard of living in here. And until this case is solved, things are gonna be very difficult for me. For example, they were supposed to install a window in that wall, right there, so I could watch the sun set. I assume the sun still sets every evening. Adrian Monk, I want my window! Get me my window.
Adrian Monk: How?
Dale Biederbeck: Stay here. Solve the case.
Sharona: Forget about it. We're not gonna work for you, and we never will. Right? Right?
Adrian Monk: In exchange for what?
Dale Biederbeck: What you want, Adrian. What you need information. You solve this murder, and I tell you everything I know about the man who killed your wife.