Monk, Season 3

Forensic Technician:
It is a left pinkie, belonging to a male Caucasian, about 25 years old. So far, there's no match on the fingerprint. The digit was severed earlier today, we figure around 8:00 AM, with some kind of gardening instrument, like pruning shears.

Natalie:
[disgusted] He cut up a whole body with pruning shears?

Lt. Disher:
Nope, maybe they just cut off the fingers, that way when they dump the body later, there'll be no prints.

[Monk uses a set of tongs to grab the finger and holds it parallel to his left hand]

Monk:
There's a callus.

Forensic Technician:
That's true, we think he might have played guitar. [Monk holds the finger at an angle to approximate where a guitar-player would place it]

Monk:
No, not guitar. It's at the wrong angle: he played the violin. [finds some sticky stuff on the finger] There's some residue. It's sticky.

Lt. Disher:
Tree sap. Lumberjack. Missing nine-fingered lumberjack. [starts writing in his notepad]

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Who plays the violin.

Lt. Disher:
Should I put a list together?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Absolutely! Make sure you don't run out of paper.

Forensic Technician:
It's not tree sap. We already ran it; the main component is abietic acid.

Monk:
Abietic acid? It's violin rosin.

Natalie:
I think that's pretty expensive rosin. It's for professionals.

Monk:
So, professional - or at least, very serious - violinist, 25 years of age, who is missing.