Adrian Monk: Shh. Here's what happened. John Ringel realized he could murder his wife and blame it on your dog. Nobody would ever question it. Everybody knew Otto was a little wild. [Marci squeals] Marci, what are you doing? There's no hugging during the "Here's what happened."
Marci Maven: Sorry, go on.
Adrian Monk: Just stand over there. That day Otto disappeared Ringel must've brought him here, drugged him, and made an impression of his teeth.
Marci Maven: Oh, poor Otto!
Adrian Monk: Then Ringel built a lethal weapon using the mold of Otto's teeth. It couldn't have been too hard. After all, he owns a lumber yard. He had all the equipment he needed. Then he waited. He was in no rush. One week, two weeks, until finally, she was alone. He knew the bite marks would match up perfectly. The cops everyone would assume it was your dog. It was a perfect crime, except for one thing. He had waited too long. He didn't know that Otto had died three days earlier. He was framing a dead dog!
Marci Maven: Wow. That is incredible!
Adrian Monk: Where did he go?
Marci Maven: Do it one more time for the website.
Adrian Monk: What are you doing?! I'm not gonna say it again.
Marci Maven: You don't have to do the whole thing. Just say how you know how he killed his wife.
Adrian Monk: Marci, would you keep your voice down? He's gonna hear us.
John Ringel: Too late. I already heard you. Shut up and don't move.