Natalie: Okay, but Mr. Monk, everybody saw him fall off the roof.
Adrian Monk: Maybe not. What if he had two costumes, and he put one costume on a dummy, hired someone to throw the dummy off the roof. Meanwhile, Krenshaw is down below, hiding, in the other costume, waiting to be discovered. There. Mystery solved. Will you stop interrupting? I'm not gonna tell you again.
Natalie: Okay, Mr. Monk, Harold Krenshaw almost died. He had a concussion and five broken ribs. Are you saying that was self-inflicted? Why would he do that? Why would anybody do that?
Adrian Monk: To get to me.
Natalie: You? So this is about you?
Adrian Monk: Not entirely. It's mainly me. He's obsessed with me, Natalie.