Adrian Monk: [on the phone] How's it goin' up there?
Lieutenant Disher: Actually, Monk, that's why I'm calling. Something came up. You know about my uncle, right?
Adrian Monk: Your uncle. The dead one?
Natalie: Mr. Monk!
Lieutenant Disher: Well, they say he committed suicide. But I started asking around, and some things just don't add up. Unless I'm wrong, which I probably am. Monk, do you think you can come up here and take a look around?
Adrian Monk: You're on a farm.
Lieutenant Disher: It'll only take a few hours.
Adrian Monk: A few hours. On- On a farm?
Lieutenant Disher: Monk, I think somebody killed my uncle.
Adrian Monk: Randy, I'd like to. I really would. But, um, you're on a farm. [to Natalie] He wants us to come up there?
Natalie: Mr. Monk, I can't. Julie has school.
Adrian Monk: Natalie can't come. Sorry.
Lieutenant Disher: Monk, you can come alone. Please. There's a bus.
Adrian Monk: A bus. To a farm. A bus to the- A bus!? A bus? A bus to the farm?