Adrian Monk: Oh, my God! What'd you do?
Jack Monk, Jr.: [now clean-shaven] Little camouflage. Wrong people might see us working on the case.
Adrian Monk: What case?
Jack Monk, Jr.: My case! I told you I didn't kill that woman. We gotta prove it.
Adrian Monk: No, no. There is no case. We're gonna call a lawyer, then you're gonna turn yourself in.
Jack Monk, Jr.: No! No, I can't do that. I can't go back to jail, okay? Not yet. Hey, how is Ambrose? [opens Monk's wardrobe]
Adrian Monk: He's- He's fine.
Jack Monk, Jr.: You know what? We should call him. I would love to say hi to him.
Adrian Monk: I'd rather not involve him. Excuse me. What do you mean, you can't go back yet?
Jack Monk, Jr.: Look, that woman, the woman that was killed, Lindsey Bishop was her name. She was a social worker there. Everybody in the joint loved her. She used to work on letters, help people with their appeals. I mean, look, if I go back there and they... Don't worry, it's perfect. And they think that I killed her, I wouldn't last more than ten minutes in there. Look, clear my name. And then I'll go back, I promise. Hey, you know, these are all the same. What, you wear the same thing every day? I feel like I'm back in prison. You know, could I have a little bit of privacy, please? Thanks.