The Professor: And then we noticed a piece of clothing. Part of his jacket sticking out. Protruding, as it were. So we opened it.
Ike: He was kinda stuffed in there. Face-first.
Adrian Monk: He was facing away from you? [Ike nods] Did you tell that to the police?
Reggie: Yeah, but they don't listen to us, man. We're, like, invisible to them.
Adrian Monk: What'd he say? What?
Reggie: We're like inv-- They don't see us!
Adrian Monk: So then what happened?
The Professor: He fell out!
Ike: Backwards! Plop!
[Monk holds his hands out through slightly open window. Then he grabs a pair of theater binoculars]
Natalie: What is it?
Adrian Monk: There's only one handprint. He wasn't clawing around. He wasn't panicking. He was already dead. [winds the window up]