All language subtitles for The Bone Collector 2160p_ENGLISH

- Paulie, how's it look?
- Snitch says the cop's body's...

about 300 yards down
in an abandoned tunnel.

- Howie?
- Right behind you, Captain.

Keep back till I process the scene, okay?

Watch out! It's falling!

- So where the hell is the car?
- I don't know.

That's the last time I'm going
to take a goddamn red-eye.

Maybe we can take a cab.

I'm gonna fire this son of a bitch.

Always got some kind of an excuse.

Come on. We'll be home
before you know it. Hmm?

Yeah, okay.

Excuse me. Excuse me. I
think you're going the wrong way.

Excuse me.

Honey? Honey, wake up.

We're lost, or he's taking us for a ride.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

Hey, where the hell are you
going? I said Fifth Avenue.

Hey! We're not tourists here, man!

Hey! Where are you going?

Let us out. Stop the car.

- Stop this car!
- Stop this car, man! Turn...

Ah! Shit!

- Oh, my God.
- Son of a bitch!

Stop the goddamn car!

Hey!

- Please!
- Stop the car!

- Let us out!
- Stop this car, goddamn it! Stop this car!

Good morning.

You're looking a little
dehydrated. How about some juice?

How about two fingers of vodka?

A little early for vodka, don't you think?

Time, as you well know, is a
relative consideration, Thelma.

- Juice.
- Vodka.

Juice.

- Coming!
- Join me in a drink, Richard?

I'd love to, but a med-tech with
liquor on his breath? I think not.

- Thanks.
- So how are you?

Well, I'm better than
your heart-pacing gear.

Every time I'm here,
it's skewed further out of spec.

- You really need a new unit.
- I really need a new body.

I'm afraid I can't help you with that,
but I'll bring a new unit by tomorrow.

- Okay.
- This one'll be stable till then.

- Thank you, Richard.
- You take it easy.

I'll take it any way I can get it.

- Good morning, Doctor.
- Hi, Richard.

Hey, would you look at this?

A... peregrine falcon. Am I right?

Yep. He likes cripples.

There was a piece about them...

in the Times the other day
nesting all over the city.

Something to do with the architecture
of all these old New York buildings.

Huh. I thought he liked my company.

They're a little shy. Uh,
don't take it personally, Barry.

- Can I get you a drink, Doc?
- No, thanks, Thelma. I'm fine.

Bed mode.

- Got vodka in there?
- No.

And you ain't gettin' any, either.

All right. I'll let you guys talk.

So, Linc,

you can imagine how
much sleep I've gotten

the past few days,
considering your request.

That's funny. Since I made my
decision, I've been sleeping like a baby.

After all, you have survived,
beat all the odds.

You know as well as I do there's
work on nerve regeneration every day.

One... finger, two shoulders and a brain.

That's all I have, Barry.

These dysreflexia seizures
are occurring more frequently.

Buildup of fluid in my spine
is a degenerative condition.

We both know I'm waiting for the...

seizure that's gonna
make me a vegetable.

I don't want to be a vegetable, Barry.

I want to make the final
transition on my own terms.

I'll get it done with or without you.

Oh, yeah? Yeah, I suppose you would.

So?

- Okay.
- Okay, what?

Okay, I'll assist you...

in your final transition.

What about today?

There are preparations
that have to be made.

This is not a flu shot.

My business is in order.
My bags are packed.

Besides, I've... I've got
a medical conference

to go to. I've got
a plane to catch.

You're lying. When do you get back?

- Sunday.
- Okay. Sunday.

I'll see you then.

Get the hell out before
you change your mind.

Don't bother to get up.
I'll show myself out.

Yeah, I'll race you to the door.

Barry.

You are...

a very good friend.

Amelia?

Hey.

Hey. Morning.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

I just couldn't sleep.

- What time is it?
- It's early.

I'm gonna be late for work.
I gotta shower.

Come on. No, you don't. Stay here.

I... I gotta go.

- Hey, I'll make breakfast?
- Oh, no, thanks. I'm gonna be late.

Another "slam, bam, thank you, ma'am?"

All right, look.

My therapist tells me...

I might not be getting what I
need out of this relationship.

Come on. What are we doing here?

I think you and me,
we make a great couple.

You know where I stand on this.
You know what I want.

Steve, we've been through this.

I care about you.

You know that.
I can't make a commitment.

Go to work, then.

You're gonna be late.

So, Amelia, it's true
you're quitting the cops?

No, I'm transferring to Youth Services.

You lucky fuck. You must have
one hell of a rabbi downtown.

We're gonna miss
you in this neighborhood.

3-post-11, here.

Be advised
frightened child at

- Amtrak site.
- I'm a block away. I'll take it.

Some kid found something
over at the tracks.

Finish eating. I'll check it out.

- See you, kid.
- All right.

3-post-11,
anything further on that 10-10?

Nothing yet.

Wait. I think I see him.

Are you the one who called the police?

Wait there, okay?

- Are you outta your mind?
- Just shut off the engine, all right?

There's been a homicide.
I can't let you through.

- My name's Amelia. What's your name?
- Chris.

Chris, hey. I got a job for
you. Here's some money.

I need you to buy me one of
those cheapo cardboard cameras.

- The ones you can throw away?
- Yeah.

Okay. Fast as you can.

3-post-11 to Central.

Tell Amtrak to send a bus.
Get those passengers out of here.

- I saw a hand sticking out...
- Captain Cheney.

Detective Solomon. First
officer on the scene is over there.

I found some strange stuff
on the tracks near the body.

I collected it before it was washed away.

- I also took some pictures.
- Thanks.

You're the one that stopped the train?

Yes, sir. I thought it might have
disturbed the physical evidence.

Why not shut down Grand
Central while you're at it, hmm?

Patrolman Donahue? Is that right?

- Donaghy.
- A rookie, | take it.

- No, sir.
- Pretty dumb.

- Captain?
- Yeah?

- Guess who the vic turns out to be.
- Talk to me.

- Alan fucking Rubin.
- Mr. Rebuild New York himself?

Great.

I don't want anybody entering this
area except for my crime scene guys.

Okay?

Ah.

Knight to HG. Check.

- You got company. Cops.
- Tell them I'm busy.

- They said it was urgent.
- Tell them I'm out running.

She's too polite for that, Linc.

Hey! Lookee who's here.

I, uh... I caught a
serious situation, Linc.

Yeah, well, that's going around, Paulie.

Chief Murphy sent me.

Ah. Good chief.

Have you heard

about that couple at the airport...

got in a taxi yesterday morning?

- Never made it home?
- He don't watch the news anymore.

You used to read four papers
a day, tape all the news shows.

Now I just hit the rewind button. A-3.

Things never change, Paulie.

Yeah, well, that was Alan Rubin
and his wife in that taxi.

Found him dead, buried, shot in the face.

Hand sticking out of the ground
with his wife's wedding band...

shoved on one of his fingers
which was skinned to the bone.

- She's still missing.
- Excuse me while you guys catch up, okay?

Don't go too far,
Thelma. We'll be letting

these nice gentlemen
out in about 30 seconds.

Sounds like you got yourself
an open-and-shut there, Paulie.

I don't think so.

A man worth several
hundred million dollars...

found dead with his wife's
wedding band on his mutilated hand.

What's that tell you?

The doer is saying he's got her.

He's probably contacting the family
right now, making a ransom demand.

- I'd have been paged if he had.
- Check your batteries.

It's definitely a ransom.

Excuse me. Mr. Rhyme,
Kenneth Solomon.

I've read all your books.

Scene of the Crime,
at least a dozen times.

It's great to actually meet you.

Where do you find these guys, Paulie?

They wanna work with the best.

I guess now you're gonna ask me to...

discuss the crime scene with you, huh?

As a matter of fact,
we've got a bunch of

physical evidence that
doesn't exactly make sense.

Some seriously weird stuff.
It's all in the report.

Thelma?

Linc, you okay?

- Hey, Linc, you okay?
- Out, now!

- Anything we can do?
- Asses out of here now!

Let me get you some air.
Breathe for me, Linc.

I said out!

Come on. Deep breaths.
Deep breaths. Come on.

Deep breaths. I'm getting a B.P. on you.

Come on, Rhyme. You gotta
breathe. Look at me. Breathe.

Look at me. Deep breaths.
Come on, come on.

You gotta take this oxygen.
Come on, Rhyme. Stay with me.

Come on. You can do it.
Don't go out on me, now.

Don't go out. Come on. Look at me.

Thel...

- Thelma?
- You okay?

I would be okay if your powers of
resuscitation were a little less adept.

Look. Not on my shift, all right?

If you have a problem with
that, you can just fire my ass.

You know I provide generously for
you in my will. Oughta keep that in mind.

Rhyme, I am not interested in
having this conversation. Okay?

Okay. Crime scene report Sellitto left.

Would you take those photos,
load them into the viewer for me?

View scan.

Okay. Let's look at what we got here.

Where it says "location..." What's that...

What's it say about that newspaper?

"Newspaper found beneath a coarse-thread
hex-bolt with '4:00 p.m.' circled on it."

"4:00 p.m." Zoom.

Zoom. Zoom.

What about the, uh, that little piece
of paper? What's the number on there?

A torn book page with 119 on it.

119, 4:00 p.m.

119, 4:00 p.m. 119, 4:00 p.m.

One... One...

Eleven, nine. What's today's date?

Today's November 9.

Phone mode. Sellitto, Paulie. Call.

What?

Sad fact is a huge
percentage of inner-city kids...

are having their first drug
experiences at the fifth-grade level.

Now.

Here are some of the drugs
they'll most likely be offered.

Marijuana.

How'd you like to get your
hands on that briefcase?

Barbiturates. Amphetamines.

Cocaine.

Rock cocaine.

You wanna tell me
what this is about?

You know who Lincoln Rhyme is?

- What? The textbook guy?
- Yeah.

- What does that have to do with me?
- We'll find out.

Hey. Come on in. They're right in there.

And you're saying a patrol cop
took these pictures?

Yeah, first one on the
scene. It started to rain.

Smart cop.

Not only that, but
had the balls to stop an

Amtrak from running
over the crime scene.

Here she is now. Officer "Donahoe."

- Meet Lincoln Rhyme.
- Donaghy.

Took some terrific photographs, Officer.

- You know who I am?
- I read your manual at the academy.

- What'd you think of it?
- I'm not a book critic, sir.

But you found it useful.

- Yeah, I guess so.
- "Guess so." Sure, you did.

I mean, you stopped that train.
Photos you took.

I'd say you have a natural
instinct for forensics.

So what do we got, Paulie?

We have footprints, size ten,
thanks to Officer Donaghy...

using a dollar bill to establish scale.

We have asbestos on a track bed
where there shouldn't be any.

An iron bolt holding down
a, uh, piece of paper.

A book page with 119 written on it.

Decaying oxidation on the
bolt's head but none on the thread,

which says to me that someone
removed it from somewhere else...

and placed it there recently.

Wouldn't you agree, Officer?
Wouldn't you agree, Officer Donaghy?

Hmm?

Paulie, I'm convinced that
this crime scene was staged.

- Perp's trying to tell us something.
- What the fuck are you saying?

Book page 119.11, 9. That's today's date.

- Newspaper, 4:00 p.m. What time you got?
-12:15.

She's alive, Paulie.

And he's gonna
kill her at 4:00. P.M.

We have your interest yet, Officer?

I want you to work the case with us.

Uh, it's not my area.

Are you being modest or are you...

a little uneasy about doing
some real police work?

- Excuse me?
- What department you work in, Officer?

Youth Services Division. I
picked her up at orientation.

Ah, I see. Youth Services.

I've wait-listed over a year to get that
transfer, and I am not gonna jeopardize...

Jeopardize what? Cushy desk job?

- Look. Forensics is not my area.
- I disagree with you.

You can't force me
to take this assignment.

- I can.
- And if I refuse?

I would say that you're putting
your career at serious risk.

You think because
of your condition

you have the right to
push people around?

I'm sorry. That is truly pathetic.

Truly?

Yeah. Damn right, truly.

Well, forgive me, truly,

if I insist on having someone with
your brains and a fresh pair of eyes.

There's a life at stake here, Officer.

Paulie, we're gonna need some
key people and some tech support.

- Okay?
- I know the guys.

Okay.

What the hell are you smiling at?

Pull up a chair.

I want you to tell me everything
you know about the crime scene.

- Basically, it's all in my report.
- I read your report.

I want to know want you felt,

what you feel...

in the deepest recesses of your senses.

Wow. You really are in love with the
sound of your own voice, aren't you?

Now it's your voice
I'm yearning to hear.

Pull up a chair.
I won't bite you.

The rifling on the .38 slug
they dug out of the victim...

is consistent with a Webley, a
very old turn-of-the-century handgun.

Thank you, Kenny.
On the big board, please.

Paulie, what do you got on that bolt?

There's three initials
on the head... N.S.G.

And the bolt's not steel. It's iron.

Iron? Iron, iron.

Making it old, like the Webley.

Officer Donaghy, what do you
know about asbestos?

Uh, it kills hardworking
Americans every day.

Very good.
You computer literate?

A little.

Thelma. Thelma? Where's my Thelma?

Yes.

Thelma, meet Amelia. Amelia, Thelma.

Amelia hates my books
and also computers,

but she's got an A-plus nose
for evidence.

So I want you to give her a crash
course in how to access D.E.P. files.

Check and see if
there's any large asbestos

cleanups going on
anywhere in the city, okay?

A.S AP

- Where the hell is Eddie Ortiz?
- I'm right here.

- Qué pasa, Paco?
- Qué pasa, Eddie?

How's the world's
crankiest criminalist doing?

Playing beat the
clock, you know?

Everybody's worst nightmare.

You get into a cab, and
there's a damn psycho

from Jersey behind the wheel.

We don't know he's from Jersey.

Yeah, Bayonne. It's the
toxins in the water over there.

What'd you do? Bring
the whole lab with you?

Mama told me "be prepared.”

- Where do you want this shit?
- Over here in the corner.

- How is your mother?
- Oh, God. She's 76,

and she's schtupping
some guy named Morris.

- Can you believe that?
- God bless her.

But it's Morris the shtarker
I'm worried about.

He's 79 with a tricky ticker
and an active pecker.

Hey.

Afternoon. Captain Cheney.

Amelia, what
do you got on that asbestos?

There's about a dozen cleanups
scattered across the five boroughs.

Put it up on the viewer for me,
will you, please?

See if you can narrow it down to

the oldest location
as soon as you can.

- How're you doing, Howard?
- Fine, thank you.

How's it going?

In the middle of the
middle, as you can see.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Linc, look what I found
on the threading of that bolt.

Huh. I was hoping to grab a
minute with you, if you don't mind.

- Excuse me, Howard.
- Oh. Sorry, sorry.

We got Officer Donaghy here to thank
for photographing the crucial evidence.

Crucial evidence? We don't know that.

Listen, Linc, I just
stopped by to make sure

you had all the support you need.

As you know, I'm
putting the full resources

of my department
at your... disposal.

And I appreciate it, Howie. Thank you.

But the thing is, Linc,

you see, I've formalized
the department's standard

procedures since you
were in charge, so...

Eddie, could you put what you
got up on my screen, please?

So I'd appreciate it
if you kept me in the loop.

- Absolutely.
- At all times.

At all... Eddie, what the
hell is that we're looking at?

Uh, old paper.

Coarse grade.

I'd say, uh, 80, 90 years old.

Turn of the century, it looks like.

Huh. The perp likes old.

Uh, fine, then.

Look, I'll be in my
office if you need me.

Yeah, okay, Howard.

Good.

Old paper. Old gun.

Buries his victim in a vintage
Civil War railroad bed.

Sand.

Sand, sand. What... Eddie,
what do you got on the sand?

Doesn't really look like sand.

- I'm not sure.
- Can you individuate it?

Oh, if I had an E.D.X. here,
I could do anything.

We don't have a goddamn
"E" the fuck "X," Eddie.

Oh, look who forgot their chill
pill this morning. Excuse me.

Come on. I'm all over this thing now.

Okay, we're talking, uh, pearly looking.

Some kind of a... shellfish or something.

Oyster shells maybe?

Could be.

Definitely. If I had to bet
on it, I'd say it was. Sure.

I got it. The oldest
asbestos sites are coming up now.

In 1913 when the Woolworth
Building was being built,

workmen found the body of this
rich industrialist, Talbot Soames.

He'd been kidnapped the year
before, shot in the head and buried.

And what they thought was white
sand turned out to be oyster... shells.

Crushed oyster shells. That's what
they used as landfill in lower Manhattan.

That's how Pearl Street got its name.
That's where Mrs. Rubin's gonna be.

Somewhere downtown.

She's gonna be underground.

She's gonna be in a basement...
near... or in the Woolworth Building.

Hey, Paulie.
Call Emergency Services Unit.

Have them meet us
down by the Woolworth Building.

Tell them to start their search.
Maybe we'll get lucky.

- Okay? Eddie. Did you bring your van?
- Yeah.

- Uh, it's downstairs.
- We're gonna need it.

Throw your keys to Amelia.
Paulie, you and Solomon go with her.

- Shouldn't I go with them?
- No, you gotta stay here with me.

We gotta work that bolt.
That's the missing piece.

- Shall we keep Cheney in the loop?
- Fuck him.

Fuck him.

Amelia. Just trust me.

Follow those instincts that you
were born with. I'll be with you...

every step of the way.

Jesus, 25 minutes left.

How did Rhyme get to be that way?

He was born brilliant. It happens.

I mean the physical part.

About four years ago, he was
working the body of a transit cop...

been found shot in a subway tunnel.

Beam came down, damn near
cut him in half.

Jesus.

Family?

Married sister in Phoenix.

He never sees
her. Cut himself off.

Technically, he's still on
active duty, collecting full pay.

P.B.A. insurance picks up
round-the-clock care and all the gadgets.

On weekends, always one or
two cops there lending a hand.

- Tough deal winding up like that.
- You won't hear him complaining.

Nah, he gets too much pleasure
pushing other people's buttons.

In your case, I'd be complimented.

You gotta learn to relax around a
compliment, especially one from Rhyme.

- You can be a little grating.
- Me?

Kiddo, if you were any more
wound up, you'd be a Timex.

He was a human
dynamo... writing books,

lecturing all over the world,
giving expert opinion in trials,

working half the crime scenes in the city.

- You know what he'd do in his downtime?
- I can't imagine.

He'd collect things...
dirt, metals, plastics,

hubcaps, plants, musical strings,

medical tools,
anything you could think of.

Obsessive.

No, he'd have it all
analyzed and cataloged...

for his whatchacallit...
database.

Jesus Christ. I'd like to get
there in one piece, if possible.

New York Security Gate
Company. Start looking through those?

- That might be good. What else?
- Nicholas Steven Gerard.

- Elevator construction.
- Gotta be underground.

I got a subway builder. Sounds...

Excuse me. N.S.G.
Niagara Steam Generation.

Bought by Eastern Gas
and Electric in 1928.

The six-inch iron bolt was used
mainly for steam pipe assemblies.

No. No.

Lincoln349, you
got 171 minutes left. Where are you?

We just hit
the financial district.

There's a steam junction...
with big asbestos-coated pipes.

That's where our victim's
gonna be. I'd bet my legs on it.

She's gonna be at Wall and Nassau.

- Wall and Nassau.
- Has E.S.U. been notified?

They're on their way. They'll
probably get there before you.

E.S.U. says that steam
is released through

that junction every
day at 4.00 p.m., Paulie.

Shit, what's this asshole up to?

I don't know,
but it's gonna happen

in about ten minutes
and thirty seconds.

All right, Linc,
we're here. We're going down there.

Amelia?

Yeah, I'm here.

It's their job to try and save Mrs. Rubin's
life. It's your job to get ready and...

work the crime scene, if necessary.

There's some things you're gonna
need. Look in the back of the truck,

and you'll see an aluminium
suitcase and a radio headset.

- See it?
- Yeah, I see them.

There must be a way in.

- What's the problem here?
- Fuckin' valves freeze up easy.

Come on, guys. Shut it off.

- Amelia? You there?
- I'm here.

I'm inside the pipe.

Go.

I hear something. I hear something.

What is that? Someone's
in there. I can hear her crying!

- Everyone, quiet now!
- Shut all the valves down.

Mrs. Rubin?

Mrs. Rubin?

She's in there, Linc.

Mrs. Rubin, we're on our way in now!

Come on, guys. Let's go.
Let's go! Let's hurry the fuck up!

- Get drill and a tap.
- Somebody cut this thing halfway through.

There's no way to
turn that steam off, guys.

Help.

Back! Back!

Paulie?

Paulie?

Linc, she's gone.

The whole place is scalded in steam.

Let's go. This way.

Is in some way connected
to the homicide...

E.S.U. are gonna blow a hole
in the subbasement wall.

- There's no other way in.
- It's my understanding...

I'm working with Chief Murphy's
authorization on this, right?

Yeah, that's right.

I don't want those Emergency
Services guys rushing in there,

trampling the evidence before
we get a chance to run the scene.

What do you want?

When they blow the hole,
I want Donaghy to go in first.

Hey, come on, Linc.
She's not trained for this.

We could get our asses in a sling.

My ass has been in a sling
for four years.

Tell Hanson and his beasts
that's what I want. Period.

All right. You got it.

Okay, let's move.

All the pipes in the
junction have been secured.

Right. Check
all the way up to Broadway.

I'm doing this
under protest, Sellitto.

The perp could still be
in there, for Christ's sake.

Rhyme's in charge,
and they're his orders.

You can't handle it in there,
I want you to get your ass out.

- Amelia, you ready?
- Yeah.

Listen to me.

I'm with you every step of the way.

Go on.

Good luck.

- I'm in.
- Tell me what you see.

Everything's been boiled to hell.

- Oh, God.
- What is it?

It's an awful smell.

That means you're close.

- God, I can't believe I'm doing this.
- You're fine.

Just fine. You're doing great.
Now just remember the academy.

When you walk, move in a straight line.

We don't want to disturb
any footprints he might've left.

Yeah, assuming he's gone.

There's no footprints.
There's nothing yet.

Oh, God.

What?

Talk to me.

Talk to me, Amelia.

I can see her.

The steam pipe was opened,

and she's tied down right in front of it.

Okay. There's nothing
you can do about that now.

You can't do anything for her but
help her by... working the crime scene.

That's your job.

Open your suitcase. Get your camera.

- I can't do this.
- You can do it.

Yes, you can. Yesterday
you stopped a train.

You can do anything you want
when you put your mind to it.

Don't work me, Rhyme.

Just tell me what to do next.

Very slowly, walk the grid...

one foot in front of the other.

I want you to look around you now.

Remember, crime scenes
are three dimensional.

Floors, walls and ceilings.

- Rhyme.
- Yeah, I'm here.

There's something strange.

Things he left for us?

Yes.

In a cluster again? [Amelia]
There's a small piece of wood...

and, uh, looks like some hair.

All right, I'm gonna walk you
through collecting the evidence.

You do everything exactly as I say.

- Oh, Jesus.
- Talk to me.

- It's a bloody bone.
- Where is it?

It's in my fucking hand.

Human?

I think so, yeah.

All right. Photograph it.

Bag it.

Okay.

Okay, that's it. I'm outta here.

One more thing.

We gotta process the body.

What? I'm not... I'm not
a medical examiner. I can't do that.

I'm not asking you to do an
autopsy. I just want you to...

Just describe the restraints.

Okay.

They're strange-looking handcuffs.

They look more like
old shackles or something.

There's a chain, uh, across her waist.

And her feet are, uh,
are bound with a rope.

Hands above her head?

Yeah.

There's also a large, uh,
a piece of flesh...

missing from her right forearm.

It's right down to the bone. It
looks like it was surgically removed.

This is what I want you to do.

We're gonna need
those handcuffs, Amelia.

It's probably our best
chance for good prints.

The M.E. can remove them
when they get here.

M.E. is all thumbs. They're...

They'll mess up the prints.

Look in the suitcase.
There's a small saw.

Okay.

I want you to saw her hands off
at the wrist line.

We gotta have those cuffs for prints.

I can't.

Cut her hands off.
We need the handcuffs.

I can't. No.

Saw off her hands. Take off the cuffs.

- I can't.
- Listen to me.

Saw off her... We
need those cuffs.

I can't!

- Amelia, we need...
- No! Fuck you!

Amelia! Amelia.

He wants the
woman's hands cut off,

he can come here and do it himself.

Amelia? Amelia.

Amelia.

That'll be 16.50.

Hello?

Who is it?

Hello?

Jesus.

Hey, hey, take it easy.

Shit! Solomon, what are you doing?

- Are you okay?
- What the fuck are you doing?

Rhyme's been trying
to call you for hours.

Your phone's down. He was concerned.

My phone's fine.
I don't need his concern.

He needs you over
to his place right away.

Well, I don't work for Lincoln Rhyme.

Rhyme believes the
evidence you collected

is telling him there's
another vic in play.

- And he's laying that at my feet?
- Hey.

Don't shoot the messenger.

- You just move in?
- Uh, yeah, about a year ago.

Really?

You were a model.

- Yeah, when I was a kid.
- Kid model to street cop.

There's a leap.

For whatever it's worth,

I thought what you did today
was pretty damn terrific.

Hey, you guys, I'm outta here.

I'm gonna grab a cab.
I've got a paper to finish.

- I'm just gonna hang.
- No problem.

I'll be there in a minute.

- Can I finish that?
- Go for it.

I'll see you outside.

Taxi.

That bone's definitely
not human.

- And the hair?
- Not human either.

Well, what is it?

I'm workin' fast as I can.

Glad to see you could join us.

I got Cheney on the line.
He wants you to brief him.

Tell him I'll call him back.

Two things.

First, you did a hell of a
job locating the evidence.

There's no question
the perp knows forensics.

Now, as for the other thing, the, uh...

you know, the victim's
hands, well, maybe, um...

Maybe it was too much to
handle, so we'll just forget it.

- Is that your version of an apology?
- An apology?

Is that why you came over here?

You really are a piece of work.

Well, aren't we a pair?

I think you're terrific.

You got a hell of an arrest record too.

High marks from all your bosses.
Definite gold shield potential.

Why do you want to throw it all
away to chase youth offenders?

I don't feel I have any
need to explain that to you.

Come on, Amelia, cop to cop.

Cop to cop, let's just
leave it at personal reasons.

Okay.

Doesn't have anything to do
with your father, does it?

Man, you just keep charging
at walls, don't you?

Stubbornness is
something we both share.

You know, they say, genetically speaking,

that we come into this world
with a preordained destiny.

I don't believe it, though.
For example, my parents.

Neither one of them had more
than an eighth grade education,

never read more than one book
between them, not one.

I've read thousands.
I've written a dozen.

What's your point?

My point... is that destiny
is what you make it.

Whatever happened to your father

doesn't mean it's
gonna happen to you.

You're a great cop. You'll
make a terrific detective.

It's a gift.

Don't throw it away.

A report from the taxi commission.

An NYU student was abducted
late last night.

His girlfriend saw him struggling
to get out as the taxi driver...

was bludgeoning him with a flashlight.

No description of the driver.

Okay, everybody, this
could be our next victim.

Yeah, Tony.

Paulie here. It looks
like we got another victim.

Did you get a deadline
off that evidence yet?

Not yet. Something I was
hoping you'd help me with.

No. No!

No!

Anyone for some osso buco?

What?

The bone we found at the
Wall Street scene... veal shank.

Braised and overly salted to boot.

- A cow bone?
- Uh-huh.

And I also found a piece
of that old paper...

embedded in the bone.

Take a look.

What's going on?

Just do what you need
to do as quickly as possible.

From the F.B.i. It's about the hair
follicles. He says they're not human.

A rodent, probably a rat. Get
this... They were shaved off.

Now we're looking for a rat
that shaves. I really like that.

I've known a few in my time.
How about you, Amelia?

More than a few.

It's consistent with
underground, that's for sure, huh?

What's he trying to say to us?

Definitely communicating
in our language.

Leaving clues. Forensic clues, at that.

- Maybe it's a cop.
- Maybe.

Maybe he's trying to share the
responsibility of these murders with us.

If we don't figure out the clues
in time, the blood's on our hands.

And if we don't find
the victim in time,

we're as responsible
for the murders as he is.

What do you got on that dirt
you scraped from the wood?

I don't have it 100 percent individuated,
but it does appear nitrogen-rich.

- All set. Ready to rock and roll.
- Thanks for rushing, man.

- All right, Thelma.
- Thank you, Richard.

Nitrogen-rich.
Explosive carbons.

Where do you find
those in New York?

Bomb sites. Shooting ranges.

Maybe an old fort or an armory.

- Let's not forget the shit factor, guys.
- The what?

Manure becomes a nitrate
when it's aged.

That's true.

And you got cow bones, huh?

Old cow bones, old manure.
Turn of the century.

Cows, farms, pastures, rats.

Dead cows.

Where do you find... In stockyards.

Slaughterhouses...
That's what we wanna look for.

Stockyards and slaughterhouses
from turn of the century.

- Let's start there.
- Check the Internet.

Okay, I want tax records,
sanitation records...

and building code inspections,
last hundred years, okay?

Your blood pressure is way up.

- You're pushing it too hard, Rhyme.
- I understand, Thelma.

What do we got on the
stockyards over there?

Almost there.

- You okay?
- No, I'm not okay.

I can't figure out this damn time line...

or these shards of cardboard.

- I don't know what the hell it means.
- Uh, yeah.

We got three defunct stockyard
sites. There's one on the East Side.

- Lexington and the Harlem River Viaduct.
- Good.

Solomon, put the box down.

Mark it down on the
viewer as she calls them off.

Your blood pressure's gonna
blow a gasket if you don't slow down.

Thelma. My body has a mind of its own.

It doesn't listen to me, all right?

What else, Amelia?

Yeah, there's another
on the Hudson up at 155th.

- Mark it down, Solomon.
- Look, your stats are going down.

- You saw him have a seizure the other day.
- What else?

There's one underground
at Greenwich and Houston.

Mark it down, Solomon.

- Why don't you knock it off, Linc?
- I don't need to knock it off!

Wh-What was the first one
that you mentioned?

Lexington and the Harlem River Viaduct.

- And when did it close?
- 1910.

Okay, what about, uh...
Houston and Greenwich?

- When is that?
- Uh, 1898.

And Hudson and 155th
was closed in 1906.

1906, 1898...

All right. Let's... 1898.

Houston and Greenwich.
Call Emergency Services, Paulie.

Tell 'em to... meet us
at Houston and Greenwich, okay?

Solomon, get on to
Hanson. He'll need about 20 guys.

- You go with them.
- Come on, guys. Let's go.

Linc, you there?

Yeah. Ready.

We're here.

Okay. Amelia?

Yeah.

All right.
Same drill. I want you in first.

Let's do it.

You watch yourself, Amelia.

Oh, man, I don't like this.

I don't like this.

Hey, Linc, I got a bad
feeling about this, man.

I think all three of us
ought to get in there together.

Not yet, Paulie. Just hold back.

I'm going down some stairs.

Cement walls.

Wood crates.

Large columns.

Smells like manure down here.

Ortiz sure knows his shit, huh?

Always has.

Metal hooks...

And a pen.

It's a slaughterhouse.

- Come on, guys.
- Go, go, go, go.

- E.S.U. are here.
- You hold 'em off.

Don't want 'em in there
contaminating the scene.

Hold it. Hold up, hold up.

- You're not to go in.
- Why?

- Rhyme's orders.
- Fuck him. Get me Cheney on the line.

Crime scene C.O. on air.

- Switch to Channel 22 for E.S.U.
- Fuck Rhyme.

Maybe this one's still alive.

Perp didn't leave a deadline.

What does that mean?

It means we're probably too late.

- You don't know that, Rhyme!
- Get off the line.

Just move on, Amelia.

You know, there's five basic
contaminants to every crime scene.

I'll skip to the worst one... other cops.

I think I hear something.

I hate this shit.

I see something. Something's there.

I think I found him.

I... I can't tell if he's alive.

Oh, geez. He's covered in rats.

[Sighs] They're all over him.

- We're goin' in.
- No, you're not. No, you're not!

Go, go!

Central, we
have shots fired. Shots fired.

Oh, God.

You were right. We never had a shot.

He cut him up pretty bad
and left him for the rats.

There's also a big cut in his
leg. It's right down to the bone.

The blood attracted the rats.

Goddamn son of a bitch.

You okay?

I'm fine. You wanna step
aside so I can walk the grid?

Yeah. Yeah. All right.

Let's back 'em up. Let's give
her some room. Move it, guys.

Rhyme, I'm gonna walk the grid.

Okay.

You know what to do.

Rhyme, I found it.

Another cluster.

It's a piece of old
paper, just like the other two.

And a matchbox.

Will somebody get that black
suitcase and bring it over here, please?

Pull out the brown envelope.

Sounds like you're starting
to enjoy this work.

Damn. The press is here.

Right there, right there.

Lincoln Rhyme is no
longer working this case.

I'm takin' over. Understood?

Do what you wanna
do, Captain, but maybe

you ought to check with Murphy first.

Fuck Murphy and fuck Rhyme.

This has been cleared
downtown. We got a dead kid in there.

I, for one, am not
taking the heat for that.

You understand, hmm?

Call Ortiz. Tell him and his crew
to vacate Rhyme's place now.

Excuse me, but the victim was
already dead when we arrived.

And you, half-assed patrolman
working a crime scene...

Those days are over.

I'll take that evidence bag
now, thank you.

You can take it with a
chain of custody voucher, sir.

Are you outta your mind?

Cheney says
he wants all the evidence.

Hmm?

Let's go. You're coming with us.

What, are you arresting me?

Just get in the car and
keep your mouth shut to the press.

You're not gonna find any
prints. The guy's too good for that.

Well, it looks like we have a
nice, clean friction print here.

Unless, of course, it's yours.

No. I was wearing gloves
when I collected it.

We'll know soon enough. Put
this through, highest priority.

- You got it.
- Thank you.

Hey, you know, I got a feeling this
perp's been in business a long time.

Yeah, I hear you, but that's
Cheney's problem now.

Yeah, that's what scares me.
Do me a favor, will you?

Check and see if there's been any
homicides in the last 12 months...

involving surgically removed
flesh exposing bone.

No problem. I'll see you soon.

- Hope so, Eddie.
- Hey, Thelma?

Don't you let him run
no circles around you now.

Stay right, Eddie.

Oh, that print. We just
got a positive I..D. on it.

The guy has three
extremely violent priors.

Oh, look at that. Taxi license, no less.

We got him. Let's go,
boys. Somebody call E.S.U.

Now slide out nice and easy.

That explains your print, Captain.

He's now
the fourth victim of a killing spree...

that prompted N.Y.P.D.
brass to launch a task force...

To track the Killer.

This morning's
raid follows leads

found in one of the
earlier murder sites.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was hoping you'd show up.

He's been worried about you.

- Lincoln Rhyme.
- Yeah, sure.

Viewers will know Rhyme
from his book, Scene of the Crime,

a chronicle of old New
York's most grisly murders...

Hey.

I didn't expect to see you again.

Poor Cheney, huh?

Grabbed the ball with both hands,
scored one for the other team.

- Can't comment at this time...
- Yeah.

I tried to warn him that the perp
was too smart to leave a print.

How you doin' with that stuff?

Not too good.

Two pieces of the puzzle,
but I don't know what it means.

Maybe this'll help.

Cheney will have your badge for that.

He wouldn't give me a chain of
custody voucher, so what could I do?

You could bring it back to him.

The man is a living
monument to ineptitude.

True. Let's take a look.

What do you got there?

Ah. Third piece of the puzzle.

There's something really
strange about it, though.

You gotta smell it.

Sure.

- Are you...
- Oh, shoot.

Sorry.

It's okay. Take your time.

Okay.

You have to put it closer to my nose.

What do you think it is?

Kerosene?

Possibly.

This just came in from Eddie Ortiz.

Amelia, could you load
these into the viewer, please?

Shit.

Sorry about that, Thelma.

E.C.U. View scan.

"Dear Linc: I'm enclosing photos
of four unsolved homicides...

which took place in the last 12 months.

Flesh has been
surgically removed

from each of the
victims' extremities.

I miss you. Love, Eddie."

I'm gonna spare myself
the pleasure, if you don't mind.

Okay, Thelma.

Zoom.

Same mark.

Right.

Zoom. Zoom.

Zoom.

Same messages.

It's him.

The perp was trying
to make contact even then.

But Cheney never put it together.

Thelmal!

Dysreflexia seizure, a bad one.

Hang on. Hang on, Rhyme.
Breathe now.

Come on. Breathe with
me. Damn catheter's blocked.

Let me get a B.P. on you. Stay
with me. Stay with me. Breathe.

Hang on. Hang on. Just let
me check it.

Diastolic's over 125.
I gotta get it down now.

Just give it a few seconds to work.

Come on, breathe with me.

Breathe with me, Rhyme. Rhyme?

Rhyme! Rhyme!

Come on.

Hang on, Rhyme. Hang on.

Is he gonna make it?

If he does, he won't be happy.

What... What are you talking about?

He's already finalized
arrangements to self-terminate.

He's convinced
some doctor friend to help...

with his "final
transition," as he calls it.

- But suicide? I mean...
- It's the seizures.

Any one of 'em could put him
into a vegetative state.

That's what he fears more than anything.

Who is it?

- Captain Cheney.
- What can I help you with?

Police business. Open up, please.

Mr. Rhyme is asleep.

Well, wake him up.
I need to see him now.

Let me deal with this asshole
Cheney. You watch him.

Anything, just call me. He's all right.

Look, lady.

Now, I hope you know that
obstructing justice is a felony offense.

Look, don't "lady" me.
And I know my rights.

Unless you have a
warrant, you can't come in.

I'm comin' in.

I have reason to believe
there's stolen evidence on these premises.

Now, what's your full name, hmm?

Thelma what?

You want to get official, huh?
What did you say your name was?

All right. I'm not here
to play the name game, honey.

You got a smart mouth, and it's
gonna get you in trouble one day.

Yeah, and it also
may bite your ass if you

don't stop trying to
aggravate my patient.

I'm gonna leave now, but I'll be back.

And when I come back,
it'll be with a warrant.

I looked everywhere,
and I thought

the conductor was
gonna be so angry.

I kept on searching everywhere,
and finally it was right on my lap.

Grandma can't wait to see you.

What'd I do?

First off, you're carrying a
fare, and your meter's not on.

Number two, your hack license
is not displayed...

There's laws against molesting
the handicapped, you know.

Yeah?

It wasn't a pretty sight, was it?

Thelma told me about your
plans for your "final transition."

Cop to cop, that subject's
not open to discussion.

Why? Would you miss me?

Well, destiny's what we make it, right?

Touché.

You seem to have your
reasons for checking out.

I just... I would've expected
more from someone like you.

Well, I might surprise you
and... live forever.

Nothing you could do
would surprise me, Rhyme.

Well.

Look who's still in
the land of the living.

For the moment.

Cheney was here, huff in' and puffin'.

- Promised to return with a warrant.
- Sorry I missed him.

- If that's him, tell him I'm, uh...
- Say no more.

Skiing.

Hello? Oh, hey, Paulie. Hang on.

Linc, I don't know if this is
anything more than a coincidence,

but a taxi inspector
was killed today

by a cabbie who
was off the meter.

Thing about this
taxi, a witness...

a male, who wouldn't
give his name...

saw the taxi speeding away with

an old man and
a little girl inside.

- Probably the doer that called.
- Jesus, he's got a kid.

And an old man.

- Thank you, Paulie.
- Okay.

We better take a closer look
at that third piece of the puzzle.

Close.

Three murders. Three evidence clusters.

Three pieces of paper.

View scan.

Come on, Thelma. You're the
queen of puzzles. What do you see?

I'm lookin'. I'm lookin'.

What if we lower the little one, that one?

Twist that big one around.

Doesn't that kind of look
like a face? Mouth, nose, eye.

Enhance.

Fade.

That's a woman's face.

Yes, it is.

It's a logo.

An old, turn-of-the-century...

publisher's logo.

You know it?

I used to own a few of
the books. Gothic stories.

Crime stories.

The killer is pointing us to an old book.

Can I help you?

I called before about
turn-of-the-century crime books.

Around the corner. Help yourself.

Thanks.

Aviation Two to Central.

We're taking a flyby
at the Brooklyn Bridge.

The report appears
unfounded at this time.

Will proceed to check East
River shoreline and advise.

I need more small boats over
here to search under the piers.

It's by the heliport.
Under the piers.

Lincoln, it was
the last murder in the book.

They've got to be along
the shore here somewhere.

Listen.

The lab says the odor we smelled
on the third piece of the puzzle...

is probably diesel fuel.

There's an old boat refueling
station at the Staten Island Ferry pier.

Check the pilings under the pier.

Found them! Over here.

Here! Here!

Central, I can see
someone with a light signaling us...

from the old Staten Island Ferry pier.

There appears to be two bodies
in the water next to the pilings.

Subject signaling is most
likely N.Y.P.D. officer at the site.

Come on.

Over here. Here!

Watch the pilings.

We've got divers
coming in to you now.

Come over to the ladder.

Central, be advised
aideds are out of the water...

and E.S.U. is working
on them at this time.

Choppers on standby.

Rhyme, you there?

- Yeah.
- Looks like we're too late.

Uh-uh, forget it. He's dead.

Bring the chopper in.

The old man's gone.

They're still working on the
little girl, but it doesn't look good.

We need a Task Level One
mobilization, okay?

Let's try it again. I know
she's still there. Come on, kid.

Come on. Try it.

Breathe. Come on. You can do it.

Come on.

Breathe. Breathe.

There you go.

She's breathing.
I think she's gonna be okay.

She's breathing, Lincoln.
Can you hear me?

- I think she's gonna make it.
- Good. Good.

We gotta find the clues
that he left for us, Amelia.

See what you can find
around the fuel tanks.

All right.

Lincoln, I found it.

It's a map of some kind,

some chunk of a clean bone
and a piece of a metal or a badge.

There are some initials
engraved. It looks like a...

a"P"and a "B," or a...

It's a "D." It's definitely a "D."

P-D. It sounds like a cop's badge.

You think he's gonna kill a cop?

Could be.

- Thelma.
- Maps?

Tell me about the map.

Looks like an old subway map.

I don't recognize any of the stations.

When I was scanning those
asbestos sites, I came across...

a lot of stations
that aren't in use anymore.

Okay, there it is, the oldest station.

[Lincoln] On your
map, is there an old

station indicated at
the tip of Manhattan?

- Navy Street.
- It's right next to the pier.

Oh, shit. Cheney's here.

You talking to Rhyme on
that thing? Give me the radio.

Yeah, listen, Linc.
This is Cheney, man.

What the hell you doin'?

Stealing evidence
is a goddamn felony.

You know that.

To my understanding, there's
no chain of evidence voucher.

Yeah?

I got news for you.
You are not a cop anymore.

You understand that?

What you are is
a fucking meddling cripple.

I'm going to place
your gofer here under arrest.

You don't mind that, do ya?

Lock her up.

Where'd she go?

I'm inside the Navy Street
tunnel.

There's gray dust everywhere.
It's all over my shoes.

There's footprints, one set of footprints.

Hello, Lincoln. Hello?

Amelia? Hello?

The mobile unit you've called
is not responding,

or is outside
the coverage area.

Recall.

Come on.

No dust. He changed the numbers.

7-8-4-9-9. What is it?

7-8-4-9-9,

What does it mean?

What does it mean? 7-8-4-9-9.

7-8-4-9-9.

8-4... 9-9.

Help me, Rhyme. Help me.

He's gonna kill Rhyme.

Coming.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Thelma?

Is that Amelia?

Bed mode.

Thelma?

Thelma, is that you?

No, it's me... Richard.

Richard. What's up?

Thelma asked me to come by,
check the heart pacing machine.

Oh.

Uh, where is Thelma?

Out in the hall.

Phone mode.

I thought it was time we had a little
quiet moment together, you and I,

no interruptions.

Okay.
What's on your mind, Richard?

I think it's time to set the
record straight, Mr. Rhyme.

Syracuse.

You remember Syracuse, don't you?

You wrote an expert opinion.

I've written thousands
of opinions, Richard.

Don't fucking tell me
you don't remember Syracuse.

They called it an investigation.
It was a witch hunt.

There was a forensics cop
up in Syracuse, New York...

Marcus Andrews.

Okay, yeah, that was the cop that was...

suspected of tampering with

evidence in some
homicide cases, right?

Nothing was tampered with.

Six innocent people went
to jail. One hung himself.

No, no, no. They went to
jail because they were guilty.

They were scum.

But he doctored the serology reports.

No, nothing was doctored.

He planted blood evidence
at the crime scenes.

My work was impeccable.

Where we going with this,

Marcus?

Your report destroyed my life.

You know my report
was not a legal finding.

You never gave me the
opportunity to defend myself.

I never even met you.

I was sent to prison for six years!

I spent two more years
trying to get to you.

Do you know what happens
to a cop in jail? Do you?

Every day, every single day,

over and over, I was brutalized.

I became a human toilet,
because of your expert opinion.

Well, you will never point the
finger of blame at anyone ever again.

You were never as good
as they said you were.

I played you.

I tested you.
I gave you every clue.

You and your little helper
couldn't save those people.

Their blood is on your hands. You failed.

You failed, you fuck.

Game of chess, Mr. Rhyme.
Some people win, some people lose.

I win, Mr. Rhyme.
I win. You lose.

What kind of vegetable would
you like to be, Mr. Rhyme?

A carrot?

How about a zucchini?

Zucchini?

- You want to be a zucchini?
- Thelmal!

I'm sorry. I didn't hear
you. Did you say zucchini?

You want to play?

Shall we cut out
your tongue, Mr. Rhyme?

How about your eye? Your eye.

I'll just pop it right out of there.
No, let's leave that for now...

So you can watch me.

You can watch me while I gut
you open right down the middle.

What?

What?

Lincoln?

Lincoln. Can you hear me?

Lincoln.

Oh, God.

- Two more in here.
- Step aside, ma'am.

- I've always loved this view.
- I like it, too, Doc.

It's looking better every day.

Hey, how you guys doin'?

Good.

Ho-ho, ho, ho, ho-ho.

Ho-ho, ho, ho-ho.

Hey, Linc. You got an
operating license for that?

I got a learner's permit.

- Mami, Mira, Lincoln.
- Feliz Navidad.

Como estas?

Mira. Qué gusto de verte.

- How's your boyfriend, Morris?
- He's in Florida.

- He play golf.
- Playing golf?

- Captain Flash on wheels.
- Yo, Paulie.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, everyone.

Linc, if you gonna be cruisin',
you might as well be amusin'.

- There you go.
- Thank you, Eddie.

It's nice. Qué bonito.

- Hey.
- Come on in.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.
- How you doin'?

- You're looking real good, Mr. Rhyme.
- "Mr. Rhyme"?

It's Lincoln to you.
Loosen your shorts.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness. Merry
Christmas. What are you doing here?

- Merry Christmas, Uncle Linc.
- Oh, give me a kiss.

Merry Christmas, Kimmy.
How are you?

How you doin',
Tony? My goodness,

I didn't know you were
gonna make this trip.

Wouldn't be a surprise
if you knew.

I'm sorry.

Amelia, this is my
sister Janine, her family.

- Amelia.
- Yeah, I know. Hi.

- You know?
- We've met.

On the phone. How you doin'?

Merry Christmas, Lincoln.

Merry Christmas.