Tanya Adams: Are you okay? I fall through trap doors all the time. I know it hurts. And look, I just want you to know this wasn't my idea, and I'm really sorry.
Adrian Monk: Sorry enough to to let me go?
Tanya Adams: No. [phone rings]
Adrian Monk: You're not gonna answer that?
Tanya Adams: No. It's just an extension.
Adrian Monk: Pipe tobacco. Clever.
Tanya Adams: What is?
Adrian Monk: How you killed my friend. Misdirection, right? The secret to every illusion. You and Torini went to Reno that weekend. You checked in. He made sure he was seen. That afternoon, he snuck out of the hotel and drove back here. He was down here in the basement. He was hiding and waiting. Then at 9:55 exactly, you called the theater. The phone records were right. The call did originate from Reno. Torini was on the extension phone. Everyone assumed he was calling from Nevada. Nobody knew. Nobody could tell. The killer was already in the building.
Tanya Adams: Karl, he knows! He knows, and I didn't tell him. I swear I didn't tell him. He just figured it out!
Karl Torini: He did? So what do you think, Mr. Monk? You have to admit, the best tricks are the simplest?
Tanya Adams: What are we gonna do?
Karl Torini: Like I told you onstage. Make him disappear.