Adrian Monk: Okay, if she was watching TV from over there, why is the remote way over here?
Lieutenant Disher: I don't know.
Adrian Monk: I think I do. Captain, here's what happened. Somebody killed her. Probably strangled her, then made it look like she fell asleep on the couch. He probably walked away. Then he stopped and realized he forgot something. Something inside the house.
Captain Stottlemeyer: What was it?
Adrian Monk: I don't know. Probably metal. Something that would survive the fire. Something that could be traced back to him. Whatever it was, he had to get it back. But how? The house was on fire. The trucks were already here. The place was surrounded.
Captain Stottlemeyer: He needed a fireman's coat.
Adrian Monk: Exactly. That's what he was doing in the firehouse. That- That's why he stole the coat. He came back here. He looked like one of the guys. Nobody noticed him. Nobody questioned him. He walked right past them, came inside...
Captain Stottlemeyer: Grabbed whatever it was he left behind. [chuckles] Not bad for a blind guy.
Adrian Monk: [facing a wall] I'm back, baby.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, you're talking to a doorjamb.
Adrian Monk: I'm back!