Rizzoli & Isles

Ouch!

We're waitin' on a warrant. Can't touch the car.

'I've been sitting here for 20 minutes.'

Yeah, yeah, you're in a hurry for your latte.

'Come on, I gotta get to work.'

- Hey, man, shut up! - 'What's goin' on here?'

Come on, how hard is it to get a warrant signed?

'You move your car, please?'

- Where's Maura? - Stuck in traffic.

She shouldn't wear high heels to a crime scene.

Why not? These are very comfortable.

Yeah, I bet you can run in 'em too.

I don't think that's a good idea.

- 'Come on!' - 'What's the problem?'

Can't get inside yet. We're waitin' on a warrant.

Alright already, we're tryin'.

Move the damn car.

Hey, buddy, this is a crime scene.

So move the damn crime scene!

You keep interferin', you can spend your weekend in jail.

Oh, that's why, all judges took off early

for the holiday weekend.

Well, I'd like to be a judge someday.

'I'd like to run off and join the circus.'

'I ordered a tow.'

'Anybody wanna bet what gets here first?'

Tow truck or warrant?

Ice pick, uh?

'Yeah, what do you think?'

Haven't seen a kill like this since the days

of Whitey Bulger and the Winter Hill Gang.

Always sad I missed the Irish crime wars.

Don't be. Bloodbath from Somerville to Charlestown.

I was a rookie, but I saw things

I don't ever wanna see again.

Well, one ice pick doesn't make a crime war.

Yeah, let's hope not.

- Oh, took you long enough. - Good mornin', Rizzoli.

Look, you can be as bitchy as you like.

Yeah, what's the male equivalent for bitchy, huh? Dicky?

Keep 'em coming.

I'm getting time and a half just listenin'.

Frost, get the uniforms and move all these cars

as fast as you can.

Hey, no hurry, my brother.

Go into double time in 20 minutes.

Yeah, and then I go talk to the commander and tell him

to hire a new tow truck company

if you're not out of here in ten.

Alright, get that to the evidence garage.

Hey, what about him?

Take him too. And don't charge the city extra, alright?

- Yes, Your Highness. - Without the attitude, please.

There's no registration in here. Anybody find an ID?

- Nope, nothin'. - Ran the plates.

Registered to a dummy corporation. This guy's a ghost.

So, John Doe, 20s. He's in good health.

Except for the ice pick stickin' out of his ear.

Thanks.

There's no fingerprints on the vehicle.

'Not even on the door handle.'

- 'He had none to leave.' - What?

Burn scars. Consistent with acid exposure.

Ouch.

It's deliberate.

Excruciatingly painful process.

There are 250 nerve receptors

per square centimeter in fingertips.

So it would feel like a bazillion paper cuts.

No, scoring the skin is the initial process.

The additional pain would feel like

each cut was being pulled apart

by a pair of tweezers and doused with acid.

I think it's safe to say that this guy went

to great lengths to remain a ghost.

Well, that's conjecture.

I'm gonna be crazy and conjecture this too.

There's nothing random about drillin'

'an ice pick through his head.'

Whoever killed him was making a statement.

Hey, Rizzoli, you got to see this.

What do you got?

Oh, hello, Mr. Bourne Identity, what..

Colorado, Pennsylvania, New York.

'Look at all the passports.'

- '"John Woodbury."' - '"Adam Smith."'

Maybe that's why he was killed.

Yeah, maybe he stole the wrong ID.

Mm, what do you think? ID theft deal gone bad?

Could still be organized crime.

Used to be just about runnin' weapons, drugs, money.

Yeah, now it's also internet fraud.

That would explain all the ATM cards.

Whoa! Check this out. Our victim was an artist.

Look like they've been done by a computer.

Oh. They're by hand.

Well, this may be evidence of a very high IQ.

How much more evidence would you need?

Extensive use of polyhedra.

Geometric signs in three dimensions

with flat faces and straight edges.

Yeah, sure. I like that stuff.

This guy may be a thief, but he sure could draw.

- Those are cool. - Mm.

You find anything?

Cause of death, massive cerebral hemorrhage

caused by an ice pick penetrating the brain.

Yeah, I figured the ice pick had somethin' to do with it.

I meant find anything that helps us know who he is?

Did you run his dental records?

Yes. No match.

But you can't hide your DNA.

I'm waiting for the results.

He was clever. I'll give him that.

We found over $200,000 in charges and ATM withdrawals

and we're only halfway through his stolen identities.

- Wow. - Hm.

It's a shame that they penetrated his temporal lobe.

That would have been an excellent brain to study.

Yeah. Bummer.

You know what doesn't make sense to me?

Why would a big-time identity thief drive

around in a crappy car?

Economy car.

Why, 'cause he didn't wanna flash his cash, what?

This is Dr. Isles.

'What?'

'Eh, that's not possible, I..'

Yes, I-I'm, I'm looking at it right now.

What's the matter?

They're saying that there's a problem

with the DNA samples of our John Doe.

Eh, yes, no, I-I see it, but it's not possible.

I don't cross-contaminate my samples.

Maura, come on. You're not perfect. Send another sample.

Okay, I'll-I'll call you back.

It's not possible.

Maura, everybody makes mistakes, okay?

- Just send it again. - No, it's not a mistake.

'This is the victim's DNA profile.'

- Mm. - This is my DNA profile.

You see the autosomal markers?

'They're the same in both samples.'

Yeah, well, the lab keeps all of our genetic profiles

just in case we contaminate a sample.

So, obviously, it's been contaminated.

No, uh, there's enough markers in the comparison

of the DNA to

to make a definitive conclusion.

So w-what are we concluding?

'Just look.'

They match. And how did that happen?

Maura, you must have done somethin' screwy.

No, I didn't. It's a biological match.

Maura, what are you telling me, that-that the guy on the table

here is somehow related to you?

I'm telling you that the man laying there is my brother.

He was actually my half-brother.

You know this from the DNA?

Yeah, we shared the same father

but not the same mother.

It's so odd. You know, I have a blood relative.

I'm so sorry, Maura.

Oh.

I'm fidgeting, fidgeting.

I-I n...I never fidget.

Yes, welcome to the human race.

I always wondered what it would be like to have a sibling.

You know, more than what it would be like

to meet my biological parents.

Well, that seems normal.

I don't know anything about him.

I-I don't know his name, I..

All I know is that he was a thief.

And a, a, a brilliant artist.

It's not enough, I..

How did he end up on my table?

Now, why did he do what he did? What if I never know?

What do you know about your biological parents?

Nothing.

My parents told me that my, my adoption

was private, uh

with their lawyer.

All they knew was my birthday.

Maybe that's not even right.

You're gonna tell 'em about this?

No. No.

I-I-I didn't even tell them when I..

...I tried to find my biological mother and father

before I started college.

What'd you find out?

All the files were useless

or sealed by a court order.

I may have wanted to know them

but they didn't wanna know me.

Okay, what can I do?

I need to know who did this to him.

- Hey, pop. - Frankie.

- Want a cup of coffee? - Nah, I had too much already.