All language subtitles for Lincoln Rhyme s01e01_English

- Lincoln,
we're five minutes out.

You're already inside,
aren't you?

- We've been chasing him
for five years.

- Yeah, well, you can wait
five more minutes.

[distant screaming]

- Sounds of distress
coming from upstairs.

[distant scream]

He's got a victim with him.

- Lincoln, wait for backup.

[foreboding music]

♪

You ever consider
the possibility

that someone out there
might be smarter than you?

- I suppose
anything's possible.

[muffled panicked speech]

[soft beeping]

Male victim, alive,
wired to a device with a timer.

- A device?
You mean like a bomb?

- [chuckles]
Yeah.

Exactly like a bomb.

You gonna tell me
how to defuse it?

- What?
You don't.

You wait for backup.
We're three minutes out.

- He doesn't have
three minutes.

I'm Detective Lincoln Rhyme.
I'm gonna get you out of this.

Three wires,
red, white, and green,

connecting the victim
to a serious-looking canister.

Everything means something
with the Bone Collector.

[muffled speech]

[beeping]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Lincoln, talk to me.

- We're okay.

He used an old titanium dioxide
canister to make the bomb.

It's a pigment
used to make ink.

- Yeah,
that's a great fun fact, but--

- Specifically white ink,
so I cut the white wire.

- The floor!
- What?

- [screams]

[soft music]

- ♪ Everyday

♪ It's a-getting closer

♪ Going faster
than a rollercoaster ♪

♪ Love like yours will
surely come my way ♪

- [pained groans]

- ♪ A-hey,
a-hey hey ♪

- Are you still clinging
to life, Lincoln?

You can't even move.
[chuckles]

- [grunting]

- ♪ Love like yours will
surely come my way ♪

Can you hear me?

I hope you can.

I want you
to hear the sound

of you being
just not smart enough.

Just too late.

- No, wait!

[distant sirens blaring]

No, no, no!

No, no, no, no!

[groans]

♪

- ♪ Everyday seems
a little longer ♪

[door thuds]

♪ Every way,
love's a little stronger ♪

- Spread out!

Spread out
and search everything!

Get me a medic!

Medic!

- We have an officer down.

Come on, guys.
We need a medic.

[radio chatter]

- It's okay, pal.
You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay, buddy.

- ♪ Love like yours will
surely come my way ♪

- ♪ A-hey,
a-hey hey ♪

♪ Love like yours
will surely come my way ♪

♪

- [laughs]

Is that to clean
the sink or something?

- It's a kale ginger smoothie.

- Kale, oh.

Is that the one that's like
spinach but with more fur?

I am so late.

- Oversleeping is
a sign of malnutrition.

- Mm, actually, it's a sign of
studying all night

after working overtime
to provide

for my precocious,
kale-drinking sister.

- [laughs]

- Okay, but, alas,
someone has to be

the responsible adult.

What am I forgetting?

-Oh, uh--

- Oh.

Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Extra cream cheese?
- That's my girl.

- Oh, and I got the mail.

- Huh.

- You okay?

- Fine.

Yeah.

Make good choices, okay?

- Okay.

[overlapping chatter]

- [snoring]

- Hey, what do you think
you're doing?

- You missed
our breakfast date.

- Sorry, Amelia.

I had a long night.

- I feel you.

- Cheers.
- Officer!

Officer!
There's someone on the tracks.

I'm trying to raise
the next rain,

but the conductor,
he's not answering.

[foreboding music]

♪

- Call the control office.

Tell them to stop
all trains on this line.

Go now!

[radio crackles]

I got a 10-54
in the 6 line tunnel.

Requesting ba--

[sharp feedback]

Request--

[radio static]

[sighs]
Damn it.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[rumbling]

Hey!

[rumbling grows louder]

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!
Hey!

[gunshots]

[breaks screeching]

Stop the train!
Stop!

- I know it's not PC
for me to say this, Sachs,

but you're crazy,
certifiable.

- I was trying to preserve

the integrity
of the crime scene.

- You know what ruins
the integrity of a crime scene?

A cop splattered
all over the tracks.

- You the one
who stopped that train?

- That's right.

- Yeah, I'm Detective Sellitto.

This is my partner
detective Castillo.

You think you can
come uptown with us?

You just won yourself
a ticket to meet

the great Lincoln Rhyme.

- What?
You serious?

- Wait, you're taking me
to meet Lincoln Rhyme?

- Father, son, and holy ghost
of forensic criminalistics.

- He does say so himself.

- I read his book
when I was in the academy.

I thought he was retired.

- Yeah, well the crime scene
you found in that tunnel

might just change that.

You were first on the scene.
He's gonna wanna talk to you.

- If you love getting berated
by a condescending prick,

it's a real treat.

- Lincoln's a good man.
He's just intense.

- I promise you, if you do
what you're about to do,

it'll be the biggest mistake
of your life.

[synthesized boom]

[game characters
grunting and thwacking]

Oh, that's--that's
a lot of blood.

Sorry, kid, it's never easy
watching someone

realize I'm the greatest.

- Is it embarrassing
being an old man

playing against teenagers?

- Is it embarrassing
being a teenager

getting murderlized
by an old man?

- Lincoln, you have visitors.

- Ah, gotta go, kid.
Read a book or something.

- Come on, man.

- Place looks different.
You move your bed?

- Light's better on this side.

Plus redecorating helps
with the stultifying descent

into insanity that comes
from being bedridden.

- You remember my partner.

- Darren.
- Eric.

- Right, sorry.
My memory, it's--

- Flawless, photographic.

- [chuckles]

Claire, didn't we talk about
how Sellitto,

much like a vampire,
can only enter

if you invite him in?

- I'll get you some coffee.

- Thank you, Claire.

- You're gonna
wanna see this one.

- That's what you said
the last time.

- I'm telling you
you're gonna wanna see this.

- And the time before.

Wait.

Son of a bitch.

Victim was put into this alive?

- A noose around his neck.

Soon as he couldn't
hold himself up any longer,

he choked.

- Evidence left behind?

- Three pieces.

You can thank
Officer Sachs here

for saving that evidence,
by the way.

She jumped in front
of a subway car.

- Really?

You know that's crazy, right?

- I'm not crazy.

- Take it as a compliment.

- Crazy is never
a compliment, sir.

- What's your career track
Officer Sachs?

Detective?
CSI?

- No.

Not interested in either one.

- Going to patrol
the subway station

the rest of your career, then?

- There are worse jobs.

- So then what exactly,
in your

subway patrolling expertise,
made you think this evidence

was worth risking
your life to save?

- It looked important.

Everything posed.

Like whoever did this
is playing a game,

and they wanted me to have
all of the pieces.

- Well...

You were right.

- It's him, isn't it?

The Bone Collector.

The one and only.

Which means the body
you found is only the first.

Always three with him.

Three bodies in a day.

Three pieces of evidence
leading to the next location.

He's already got
someone else out there

awaiting a similar fate.

- So, what do you say?

- I'd say I'm ready
for another shot

at the bastard
who put me in this bed.

[suspenseful music]

♪

.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- A crime scene.

One body and signs of a second
that isn't here.

What is here is more evidence

than you will ever get
in the real world,

and yet, with the answer
right under your noses,

every one of you
is hopelessly oblivious.

Welcome to the most elite

forensics academy
in the country,

built on the bedrock
of this city.

Here method is a half measure.

- Lincoln Rhyme, NYPD.

You wanna be
a great detective, Lincoln?

- I'm already great.

I wanna be the best.

- Oh.

Sherlock Holmes is
the greatest detective

in the history
of fiction.

- Do you know what
his superpower was?

It was his dedication.

He examined
every fragment of his city,

investigated not only
the world around him,

but the history beneath.

He dug deeper,
altered his perspective,

scrutinized every detail.

He studied every book,
every map,

every pigeon in London
for fun.

Who among you is cursed with
that kind of obsession?

- Hey, I gave my report
to Detective Castillo.

You need me for anything else?

- Actually, yes.
Stick around for a few.

Kate, Felix,
good of you to come.

- Lincoln's old forensics team.
Should be interesting.

- I don't do apologies well.

- Felix and I want
to close the chapter

on the Bone Collector
just as much as you do.

- But things are gonna
be different this time.

- We have ground rules.
- Ground rules?

- No rushing me,
no berating me,

no assuming that I'm going
to be two steps further

than anybody else
in my job would be

simply because
I'm an obsessive overachiever.

- You analyzed the evidence
already, didn't you?

- I'm almost finished.

Plus I had them bring me
some mobile equipment.

- How 'bout you?

- I just want your respect.

- No, I meant were you able
to make what I asked for?

[device beeps]

Voilà, you want the experience
of being at a crime scene

without ever leaving your bed.

2 8K cameras,
360 degree view,

voice com through an earpiece.

Am I putting this on Sellitto?

- No, I want you to put it
on Officer Amelia Sachs.

- I'm sorry.
Who?

- What?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Uh, could you give
us a minute?

- As previously established,
I am not a detective or a CSI.

- Which means you don't have to
unlearn any bad habits.

You're a blank slate
with great instincts.

- Is that another compliment?

- I read your file.

Amelia Grace Sachs--beat cop
going for her PhD

in criminal psychology.

Sounds like you're just putting
in the required three years,

so you can get in the FBI.

And what?
Be a profiler?

Just so you know,
profiling's about as useful

as a Tarot deck when it comes
to catching killers.

- I see, so I should be your
crime scene puppet instead.

- Do you know how
the Bone Collector

got his name?

- He wrote a letter
to the department

saying most people
are just piles of bones.

Signed it "the Bone Collector."

- He didn't send the letter
to the department.

He sent it to me.

He also sent me
a human bone once.

The radius from a victim's arm,

but that much
we kept out of the news.

- And how is this supposed
to convince me to wear that?

- I already know
you're gonna wear it.

You're a criminal psychologist,
and this is

the most infamous serial killer
in the last two decades.

I just want you to know
how personal it can get.

- Right.

[screen beeps]

- Should be up there now.

Still working on the cloth,
but the powder is a mix

of potassium nitrate
and finely ground shale,

specifically, medium-grade
metamorphic schist

interleaved with quartz.

Basically, a ground up boulder.

- Potassium nitrate,
that's saltpeter.

- Wait, what peter?

- Gunpowder.
- Gunpowder.

Or to be precise,

an old-fashioned accelerant
used in gunpowder.

When Central Park
was first built,

it was littered with boulders
which had to be blown up

by gunpowder
and carried out.

Our next victim
is in Central Park.

Amelia, you ready to take
the body rig for a spin?

- Everybody, fan out!

Fan out, search the perimeter.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Every object,
every bench, every tree.

Look for something out of place
just like at the train station.

And look at the people.

He's been known
to watch crime scenes.

- Okay, am I looking
at people or objects?

- How about both?
Think you can handle that?

- Yeah, I was just asking.
- Hold up.

What's that?
- What's what?

I have no way of knowing
what you're looking at.

- Turn to your left.

No, not that far.

I said turn,
not do triple axel!

- Give her a moment.

she's never had
to do this before.

- Neither have I.

- It's wool.

Wool...

From Canadian Arcott sheep
to be exact.

[low ethereal rumble]

- Are there sheep
in Central Park?

- There used to be.

Sheep Meadow,
middle of the park.

Go east.

- It's an open field.

Do you really think they could
hide a victim there?

- Move towards the field.

Look for an access
road of some kind,

tire tracks on the grass,
anything.

How do you hide someone
in a park?

You bury them.

- Guys!

- What do you got?

- Right here, right here,
the pile.

- Oh, let's go!
All hands, let's go!

- Get in.
Get in.

- Ah, over here!
Hey!

Right here!
Right here!

- [grunts]
Let's get some shovels!

- Lincoln, you seeing this?

[all grunting]

- [gasps]

- We got her.
Oh, Lincoln, she's alive.

It's okay.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- [coughing]

- You're okay.
I got you.

It's okay.

.

- She's unconscious,
but she's stable.

We saved her.

- Good, now get back
to the crime scene.

One last victim
is out there somewhere.

Always threes with
the Bone Collector, remember.

Three victims, three pieces
of evidence left at each scene.

We need to see what he left us.

- I got it.

- Murky liquid, a piece
of paper with ink on it,

and fabric samples.

- That's very in-depth
analysis, Kate.

- Ground rules, Lincoln.

- Right.

How long to process these?

- I don't have
the right equipment here.

I have to get them
to my real lab.

Four hours, maybe less.

- Make it less.
- Ground rules.

- Now comes
the really terrible part.

The waiting.

It's all just blind speculation
until the labs come back.

Evidence illuminates
and aligns all things.

- Lincoln, why haven't you
done this before?

Partner with someone.

I can see how much
you love this stuff.

- You know that saying

"find what you love
and let it kill you"?

- No.

- Well, I loved what I did.

For the right reasons,
too, at first.

And then pride took over.

See these screens?

Twice a week, a doctor straps
me to an overpriced VR setup

and tries to trick
my limbs into working.

Some people
regain full mobility.

I haven't so much as
wiggled my toes in three years.

What I love
may not have killed me,

but it did leave me
in this bed alone.

- It's just you here?
No family or kids?

- Just me and Claire
and a few regrets.

- Claire's your only nurse?

- Fired the first six
they sent me.

- [laughs]

- But Claire and I
understand each other.

- Why's that?

- She's got her own wounds
to heal from.

Turns out the broken
take better care of the broken.

- The girl we rescued
in the park, Tasha Johnson,

she's awake.

- Don't wait for me.

- Were you already
in the crate,

or did he put you inside
when you got there.

- He's asking
the wrong questions.

- Lincoln, watch your stress.
Relax.

- Anything at all about him?
Anything.

His face, his voice,
his--

- Amelia, witness statements
are inaccurate and unhelpful.

Crime scenes are what matter.

If she can't tell us where
she was taken from,

we're wasting time.

- I think
that's enough for now.

- Understood, ma'am,

but someone else
might be in danger.

- Amelia, crime scene,
crime scene, crime--

- I watched my parents die.

I was 14.

We were eating dinner
at my favorite restaurant.

Laskey's in Astoria.

Our waitress' name was Julie,
a name I only remember

because Julie's ex-boyfriend
John showed up that night

with a Glock 17
he'd bought that afternoon.

You know the rest.

John Whitehead shot 14 people
at Laskey's Restaurant.

Killed seven.

I don't remember much
from that time.

If I'm being honest, I barely
remember my parents' funeral.

But I can place myself
right back there

in that corner booth
that night.

The red leather.

The smell
of my mother's perfume...

As she leaned over
to shield me.

You can place yourself
in the spot

that he attacked you,
can't you?

Everything after is a blur,
I know.

But that one moment.

- The alley.

Behind the grocery.

Three blocks south
of my place.

- Okay.
It's okay.

Thank you.

There,
you got your crime scene.

- I like her.

- Me too.

.

[foreboding music]

♪

- [sighs]

Can't even see his face.

- Go back.

- I hate to say it,
but Darren

might have
stumbled upon something.

- Eric.

- There, it's no accident
you can't see

our friendly neighborhood
Bone Collector's face.

Look how he purposely shielded
his face with his arm

as if he knows exactly

where the city
surveillance cameras are.

- You think he has access
to that system?

- It would explain
how he's so deftly avoided us

all these years.

- City surveillance employee?

- We'll need a court order
to get that list.

-Yeah, I'll make a call,
get it expedited.

- Hey,

this is the closest
we've come to identifying him.

Good work.

- Rachel, listen,
I'm gonna be late tonight.

- I think I might
be able to manage

on my own for a few hours,

even at the tender young age
of basically a legal adult.

Love you.
- Love you.

Brat.

My sister, she's 16.

I take care of her.

- I raised my siblings too.

I get it.

- Hm.

- That story
about your parents...

That's why you became a cop?

- It's why I was going to be
a criminal profiler, yeah.

- Was?

- The FBI rejected me.
Found out this morning.

It's--uh, well, I mean,
it's my fault, really.

I lied on my application.

- I knew it.

Soon as I saw you, I said,
"She's a convicted felon."

- I have PTSD and various
anxiety disorders.

By the way,
having mental conditions

does not disqualify you
from serving in the FBI.

- No.

- Hiding it does.

- Yes.

- I'm never lying
about it again.

- You're never gonna
believe this.

Lincoln, I got a hair.

- A hair from
the Bone Collector?

From Tasha's clothes
inside the right sleeve.

Our guy's got Fabry disease.

It's a rare enzyme deficiency
in the kidneys

treated with an even rarer
medication called Galafold,

traces of which
I found in the hair.

- We have a list
of city employees yet?

- Sellitto's guy
just got it to me.

- Can you--

- Check all their insurance
records for anyone on Galafold?

Yep, doing it now.

- How exactly are you
getting this?

- Very, very legally.

Cross referencing
city surveillance employees

with patients on Galafold.

What do you say, guys?

You ready to meet
the Bone Collector?

- Robert O. Sturm.

- Multiple arrests
for animal cruelty as a teen,

attempted arson as an adult.

- Checks the right boxes
for a serial killer.

- Wait, hold up.

He was in a mental institution
for four years.

2013 to 2017.

- Wait, but that means--

- It means Robert Sturm
was locked up

when the Bone Collector
put me in this bed.

- Sturm's patient files
say that he was

obsessed with
serial killers, especially--

- He's a copycat.

The real Bone Collector's
still out there somewhere.

- [screams]

- Boo.
- [sighs]

- God, do you have to sneak up
on me like that?

- The party's tomorrow,
you know.

- I know, I just want
everything to be perfect.

Let me be a little neurotic.

[phone beeps]

Who is it?

- Work.

I may have to go
into the office

for a couple of hours.

- Okay.

- Sturm.
S-T-U-R-M.

White male, 37 years old.

- Requesting ESU, two teams...

- Victim possibly
on the premises.

- Block off 1/2 mile
around his neighborhood.

- You guys stay here.
We'll call you.

- You do that.

Should have known
it wasn't him.

- We saved a woman's life

and tracked down
a serial killer

in a day.

I'm sorry it's not the guy
you wanted it to be, but--

- It's funny, really.

Bone Collector wins
even when he's not playing.

- It's not a game, Lincoln.

These are people's lives.

- Amelia, I tapped
into Sturm's PC, found a bunch

of screenshots from
the city surveillance system.

[foreboding music]

♪

He's watching you.

- The real Bone Collector
used to get involved

in the lives of cops
investigating him.

So it makes sense
that Sturm would copy his MO

♪

Rachel.

It's my sister.

Come on, come on.

[phone vibrating]

.

- Preparing to breach
suspect's warehouse.

Stay alert
for possible hostage inside.

- [grunts]

- Go, go!

- NYPD!

Police!

Let's go!
Go!

- You're clear here!

- Clear, sir!

- No sight of Sturm
or the girl,

but you need to see this.

- Run!

- Go, go, go!

[overlapping shouts]

- Please tell me
you have Rachel.

- Negative, no Sturm either.
The place was booby trapped

It's an ash heap.

We're on our way to Amelia's.
How's that going?

- Amelia, can you hear me?

Amelia?

- Yes.

- Somewhere in your apartment
is the evidence

that can lead us to Rachel.

- I'm right here with you.

Remember, just breathe.

- [breathing frantically]

I didn't protect her.

I'm supposed to protect her.

- Amelia, listen to me.

I understand everything
you're going through.

- No, you don't.
No, you don't, Lincoln.

You don't have a family.

This is just
another game to you.

- So let's win.

Be the person who jumped
in front of the subway car,

and I'll be the detective
who can find Rachel,

but don't give up now.

- Lincoln.

Look in the crowd.

Look in the crowd.

- Amelia, no,
wait for backup!

The dumpster behind you!

- Hands above your head!

Drop the gun.

Drop the gun!

Look, I don't wanna shoot you.

I just wanna know
where my sister is.

- He's not gonna
tell you anything.

Shoot him now.

- Tell me where she is!

[gunshots]

No.

- You okay?

Amelia, what are you doing?

- Not giving up.

There, everything I could find
in my apartment.

- Got anything yet
on the evidence

Sturm left us in Tasha's crate?

- We're close.

- The fabric samples
are just that.

They are clothing swatches
on a steel ring.

We got silk, velvet, cashmere.

The liquid is New York City
tap water,

but highly contaminated
with coliform--

- Suggesting the presence
of E. Coli bacteria.

The sewers.

- And the bit of paper, it's
from an ad in an old catalog.

- I was able to sharpen it up.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- This font was common
to the catalogs

at the turn
of the 20th century.

The full phrase
is "Ladies Mile."

What is now known
as the Flatiron district.

It was filled
with clothing stores

for the carriage crowd.

Uh, rich folks.

- That makes sense for
the clothing fabrics, then--

- So Rachel's in the sewers
beneath Flatiron?

- It's a big search area.

- And it might not even
be the right area.

I can't know for sure until
we figure out the final piece.

- Well, a guess
from Lincoln Rhyme

is good enough for me.

Let's go.

- Call us when you get
that last piece.

- If they get enough cops
in that sewer,

they could save her in time.

- No, this is
his final flourish.

He wouldn't make it this easy.

There's no way in hell
they find her sister.

It's up to us.

[muffled whimpers]

[whimpering]

.

- This is the wrong book.

- Silk, velvet, cashmere,
there's nothing.

- They mean something.
Keep looking.

[dramatic music]

♪

It's not the fabrics,

it's the ring
holding them together.

Claire, I need my maps.
Top row.

No.

No!

Easy, there are antiques.

- Lincoln, Amelia found this
on the floor of the apartment.

- Keep flipping.

- At first I thought it was
just asphalt from Sturm's shoe,

but I looked closer,
and there is

roofing adhesive on it.

- That doesn't fit
with the sewer water.

- No, it does because--

- Water from a neglected
rooftop water tower

is every bit as dirty
as a sewer.

- There.

[stirring orchestral music]

♪

1896, the Siegel-Cooper
building becomes

the first steel-framed
department store

in the city--largest
in the world.

That's why he used

the steel ring
to bind the fabrics.

- Thank you.

- Amelia,
she's not in the sewer.

- What?
She's not?

- She's inside a water tower

on the rooftop of
the Siegel-Cooper building.

[water splashing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[muffled grunts]

- Rachel!

- Sellitto, we lost the feed.
Talk to me.

- [gasping]

[coughs]

- They're all right.

They're both all right.

[soft triumphant music]

♪

- Couldn't have done it
without you, partner.

Gotta admit, from time to time,
I actually miss you.

- Gotta admit, I'd miss me too.

Eric, nice work.

- Likewise, sir.

- Lincoln, you have
another visitor.

- Chief Olsen.

Lincoln,
impressive work yesterday.

- Well, I didn't do it alone.

- Officer Amelia Sachs, ma'am.

- I've heard
great things, officer.

I know you were disappointed
it wasn't him,

but I want you to know
we've never given up the hunt.

- You made me an offer
after my injury

to keep working cases
as a civilian consultant.

- The offer still stands.

- I have one request.

I'd like Officer Sachs to be my
point person in the department.

If you're willing.

I've been told
I'm not the easiest person

to work with, but--
- I'm in.

The broken take better care
of the broken.

Right?

- Welcome back.

- No one can come into contact
with another person without

leaving something behind
and taking something with them.

- The body's underneath us

in a colonial access tunnel
built in 1784,

sealed off by the city in 1904
right below this building.

- How did you figure it out?

- You told us day one,
"right under our noses."

"Built on the bedrock
of this city"

All the evidence pointed right
back here,

so I bought every map
I could find

of every old street,
tunnel, and dock in the city.

"Every pigeon in London,"
right?

- Well, despite my having
to spoon feed you,

I'm glad someone's using
their head around here.

Good job.

Keep learning.

[foreboding music]

- Lincoln, right?

- That's me.

- What you did back
there--tough act to follow.

- Yeah, I know.

Take it easy.

♪

- You don't know when to quit,
do you?

- Landing a cheap shot
on the champ makes you lucky,

not the new champ.

- Hey, Camden,
put your mom on real quick.

- But Dad--
- Hey, just for a second.

All right.
Mom.

- You're aware he's got
that pesky homework thing

every now and then, right?

- I thought he
was back--the Bone Collector.

[solemn music]

It wasn't him,
but it was a wake-up call.

He's still out there.

I know they've been looking
for him, I just--

- You just wanna be
a part of it again.

You got that look.

It's been a long time
since I've seen that look.

♪

- If I go after him again--

- We're thousands
of miles away, Lincoln.

We couldn't be any safer.

I'll put Camden back on.

- All right, old man,

now it's my turn
to murderlize you.

[tender music]

Dad?

- Wine tasting's
for snobs or hobbyists.

If you want something
truly complex,

you need a fine whiskey.

- I swear he wasn't this
insufferable in New York.

- I'll prove it.

- I hope you guys
have a few hours.

[jazz music]

♪

[foreboding music]

♪

- It's okay.

It'll all be over soon.

There's nothing like
the perfect gift

for an old friend.

[Buddy Holly's
"Everyday" plays]

- ♪ Everyday,
it's a-getting closer ♪

♪ Going faster
than a rollercoaster ♪

♪ Love like yours
will surely come my way ♪

♪ A-hey, a-hey, hey

♪ Love like yours
will surely come my way ♪

[shimmering swell]