Derek Bronson: I had an affair. That was my first mistake. She wrote me some letters, which I kept. That was mistake number two. In a week, there'll be a probate hearing. I'll be officially declared dead. The vultures are gonna go through my office, reading every file, opening every drawer. They'll find the letters. The letters themselves don't mean anything to me. But they would destroy my wife. Mr. Monk, I want to hire you to break into my home, find the letters, and bring them back.
Adrian Monk: That's the job?
Derek Bronson: It's still my house. So you wouldn't be breaking any law.
Adrian Monk: Why don't you just do it yourself?
Derek Bronson: I tried. I- I just couldn't do it. That house that life, everything I've lost. It's just too painful. I've drawn you a map. Everything you need. The layout, the security codes.
Adrian Monk: I just have one question. Why me? I'm not a thief.
Derek Bronson: Exactly. You're an honorable man. You won't turn around and try to blackmail me. Mr. Monk, I am at your mercy. I'm reaching out to you.
Adrian Monk: That's okay. I get it. You don't have to really reach. I get it.
Derek Bronson: Will you help me?