All language subtitles for Lincoln Rhyme s01e07_English

- Previously
on "Lincoln Rhyme"...

- [grunts]
- [screams]

- Nobody starts killing
three people in a day.

- So we find his first kill
or he made a mistake.

- 30 years ago,
Barry Rothko goes jogging.

Never comes home.
- I have a condition.

- Agoraphobia?
- I wanna get out.

I just can't.
- You're a gift, Danielle.

- [laughs softly]

- What have I done
to deserve you?

[panel breaks]

- I found these today.
Jane.

- Come with me.
It'll all be okay.

[ominous music]

♪

- [breathing shakily]

[inhales nervously]

You're the Bone Collector?

- I am.
- [gasps]

- I tried to shield
that from you.

- You're insane.
- [gasps]

[exhales]

The first Bone Collector
killings...

we were together.
Do you remember?

You were horrified,
but you...understood.

Some people are built
differently than others.

You said that.
Not insane.

Built differently.

Do you believe that now?

- I don't know.

- I am the man you know.

But...

There are parts that...

That I've hidden.

[ominous music]

♪

- It's...
[sighs]

just something I do.

It soothes me.
[small laugh]

- But you're not soothed.

You're agitated.

I can see it.

But...

you're gonna kill me,
aren't you?

[dark music]

[sobbing]

- I found him.

It's him.
[gasps]

It's the Bone Collector.
- What did you find?

- [breathes heavily]

It's an anonymous card written
to Barry Rothko's mother

a week after he disappeared.

It's written in Latin.

- "Requiem requiem
Ultima Ratio Regum."

Claire, the note
from the Bone Collector.

- What does it mean?

- "Rest, rest.
The Last Argument of Kings."

- The handwriting is the same.

- It's him.

- We found him.
- Yes.

He left them a clue and they
didn't even realize.

"Ultima Ratio Regum."

"The Last Argument of Kings"

was engraved on all cannons
produced in France

under the reign of Louis XIV.

'Course. He's telling me
where to find the body.

- How does that help us
find the body?

- This case is
Westchester County.

If I recall, Dobbs Ferry
was a strategic encampment

for Washington's troops.

At the start of
the Revolutionary War,

France gave
the Continental Army supplies,

including cannons.

- Check this out.
There's a monument

to that battle in a field
on the edge of town.

- So if we're right,

Barry Rothko was buried
somewhere in that field.

And his body could be a clue
to his killer.

- Find that body, we find
a link to the Bone Collector.

[police sirens wailing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Let's go. Now.
Good boy.

- You really think
we're gonna find something

after all this time?

- Okay. We're coming up
on the monument.

Are you seeing this,
Lincoln?

- I see it.

[crow caws]

- It's here.

- This has to be it.

[suspenseful music]

[dog howls]
- Hey, I found something!

[dogs barking]

♪

- The body's gone.

- Yeah, this hole's been
dug up recently.

A day ago.
Maybe two.

- Can't get ahead of this guy.
- How the hell does he know

what we're doing?

- For those who crave living

in a totally managed
environment.

Even in the construction phase,
every Vaughn property

is exclusive, private,
and secure.

Retrofitted
with ultramodern luxury,

and an address
that's so desirable,

my family will be
the first residents.

Ah, speaking of which...

You'll know my wife Linda,
of course.

And this is Simon.

They're here just about every
day, checking on the progress

of the penthouse.
- Hey, Dad?

- If you'll excuse me.
I promised my son

a little ice cream, but please,
feel free to look around,

and security will let
you out downstairs.

All right.
What flavor do you want, pal?

[indistinct chatter]

[security device beeping]

- Mr. Vaughn.

This was just delivered
here for you.

- Here?

Strange, we're not forwarding
the mail here yet.

- Greg, what is this?
- I don't know.

Looks like a digital recorder.

[device beeps]
- Hello, Greg.

I have a small favor to ask.

But first, let me get
your attention.

[boom]
[people screaming]

[people yelling]

[car alarm blaring]

[foreboding music]

♪

.

- Search for the
Bone Collector's on hold.

Listen to this.

- Greg and Linda Vaughn.

You must admit the full extent
of your corruption and greed.

At 6:00 p.m. today,
you're to appear on live TV

from Brooklyn Borough Hall.
The very courthouse in which

you lied and claimed no fault

in the Richmond Hill
apartment fire of 2015.

Admit that the blood of
the people who died there

is on your hands.
Obey my instructions,

or another Vaughn property
will burn.

And more people will die.

[device beeps]

- Four of the Vaughn's
investors were killed

in the blast today.

But it could've been
a lot worse.

The next building
will not be as empty.

- Well, maybe we start with
figuring out how the hell

the guy planted the bomb
in the first place.

- The site's on complete
lockdown.

I mean, key fobs track down
everyone entering and exiting.

Cameras on the outside cover
every possible entrance.

- Every employee's accounted
for, and before the Vaughns

and their investors arrived,
the site was completely empty

for weeks.
- A locked room mystery.

Did you know the first modern
detective story was about

a murder in a locked room
impossible to enter?

Predates Sherlock Holmes.
- Edgar Allen Poe.

- That's right.

The killer was a trained
orangutan who climbed through

a fourth-story window.

So unless the Bronx Zoo
is looking for a primate,

we've got
quite a puzzle to solve.

- Well, we can start with
what he wants.

His demands suggest a clear
vendetta against the Vaughns.

- We go after whoever the
evidence tells us to go after.

- Well, technically, the
demands on the voice recording

are evidence.

- Bomber mentioned the
Richmond Hill apartment fire.

Killed over 40 people--
lotta families filed lawsuits.

- Yeah, but the Vaughns were
cleared of any negligence.

Fire was sufficiently
ruled accidental.

- Well, our guy's not buying
the official story.

- Which means we need to find
every family member and person

with a motive.
But first...

- [clears throat]
Crime scene.

Okay, got it.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Good. Walk the grid
one step at a time

using all your senses.

- [groans]
Ughh.

Glad I wore my street clothes
for this.

- Necklace to the left.

[bag rustling]

- It's hard to tell what's
evidence and what's not.

- Everything is burnt
to a crisp.

- This building's current
renovation

works to our advantage.
They've already removed

the flooring and walls,
which likely had decades

of wear and tear and dust

and the skin cells of thousands
of people on them.

What's a little fire
compared to all that?

- Three cheers for
gentrification.

- Head to the far corner
behind you.

If the debris landed there,
we need to find

where it came from.

- I'm no expert, but that looks
like a point of origin to me.

- Well, I am an expert,
and yes, it does.

- And that looks like pieces
of bomb shrapnel.

- Move closer, please.

- Huh.

This is odd.

- Show me the other side again.

Our bomber left us
something behind

that might lead us to him.

- Look, I was testing the soil
from the empty grave.

The Bone Collector took the
body, but he may have left us

his DNA.
- First, go to the lab,

run the trace Amelia
found in the high-rise.

Blood evidence, DNA, prints.
Find a link to the bomber.

Felix.

- Running all complaints
against the Vaughns.

It's a long list.

Look, whether or not she finds
the Bone Collector's DNA,

it's him.

Has to be.
- Agreed.

Killed Barry Rothko and
left him there 30 years.

Until we sent for the case
files from Westchester.

- Yes, someone tipped him.
Someone on the inside.

- Who?
- I don't know.

I have Internal Affairs on it.

- Well, they should be able
to identify a data breach.

- Who would do that?
- Someone trading information

for cash.
Someone with a vulnerability.

- Or maybe...

the Bone Collector
is another cop.

He's meticulous, knowledgeable
about forensics...

- Knowledgeable about you.

I know this may come as a
surprise, but you have ruffled

a few feathers
over the years, Lincoln.

- I've been over that list
of names in my head

a thousand times.
I can practically recite

the NYPD active roster
by heart.

But right now, there's nothing
we can do about that.

A bomber's threatening
our city.

And there's a very literal
ticking clock.

- Bone Collector
takes a back seat.

- Not necessarily.
Insight often arises

when the mind is at rest.
You know how Einstein

struck upon
the theory of relativity?

Staring out a window.

- You want us to stare
out a window?

- My point is, answers will
come when they're ready.

In the meantime,

let's find what the Vaughns
have to tell us.

- So nobody's made any explicit
threats against you recently?

- No. Nothing out
of the ordinary.

But we get threats
all the time.

- Because of
the Richmond Hill fire

like the bomber mentioned
on the tape?

- We weren't responsible for
the Richmond Hill fire any more

than we were responsible
for the one this morning.

And our buildings that this
madman is threatening to bomb--

three of them have
free rec centers for children,

charter schools,
a free private library.

We're not corporate monsters,
all right? We--

We run a family business.
- Please.

What can we do to help?
- Well...

if it comes down to it,

would you be willing to do
what he's asking for?

- Go on television?

And publicly take
responsibility for something

we tried ye--for years
to clear our name of?

Come on, guys.
Thought there was a rule

against negotiating
with terrorists.

- Well, it's kind of a unique
situation, don't you think?

I mean, we have half
the city hostage

and no hostage taker
to negotiate with.

- Greg, maybe we need to--
- We have every faith

that you'll find him.

- Hey.

Simon, right?
I'm Officer Sachs.

- Sorry, he's not
himself today.

- Please, do not apologize.

You've both been through
a lot.

Look, I know what happened
today was a very big deal.

And people are asking you
a lot of scary questions.

But it isn't your fault.

Trust me, I've been
in your situation before.

- I heard the recordings.

He said he's gonna
do this again,

and he's coming for us
next time.

- Well, what I think is that
he's trying to scare you.

But what I know is that
we're gonna catch him

before he hurts you
or anyone else.

I promise.

- Simon, sweetie.

- Can you really
make that promise?

- It's important children have
reassurance in times of trauma.

- What about the rest of us?

[dramatic music]

[tape tearing]

- I guarantee you'll be caught.

- Well, you'd say anything
to get out of this.

- Ever since we moved
back to New York,

you've been off your game.

You made the one mistake you
could never afford to make.

You let me find those photos.

- I didn't let you
find anything.

- Any psychologist would say
that that was a sublimated

desire to be caught.
So that I would stop you.

- It was a fluke.

But it's done,
and now I'm gonna fix it.

- And if you could,
you would've done it already,

but you can't.

'Cause you know that if you
kill me, it'll torture you.

You'll spiral.

Whatever you are,

what we had was real.

You love me.

You let me live,
and you disappear.

- I don't want to disappear.

Your life is over
even if I'm dead.

People know us.

You'll have to concoct
some story.

- Well, you decided to spend
some time in Brussels

where you did
your graduate work.

We've been having issues--

- You can't lie with this
eating at your core.

Find a calm place,
like Colorado.

You were happy in Colorado.

I was happy in Colorado.

We were happy.

Peter...
I--I--

If you kill me, your life
is over, but if you run,

then...the Bone Collector
can live in infamous shadow.

Hidden.

You live your life
and I live mine.

[sighs] Trust me.
Peter, I can help you.

Even now, I can help
you get away.

.

- Give me something,
give me something...

- Lincoln, time for your PT.

[device beeps]

- You're not making
it any easier to focus

on catching a bomber.
I have to figure out

how he got past security.
- You were up all night

working on it, Lincoln.
You don't think

there's a price to be paid?
- I'm fine.

- You're fine because
I make sure you're fine.

Because I endure you going
through the motions

of protesting, when all along,
you know what's best.

- Now you're a profiler
like Amelia?

- Profiling? Please.

I know you better
than you know yourself.

You know it's true.

- You're right.

So...how are you?

Yes. I asked
how you are doing.

How's your treatment coming?

- I listen to my tapes,

do relaxation exercises,

and then when I even think
about stepping outside,

the agoraphobia takes over.

- Give it time.

- I know.

I forget about it
when I'm focused on you.

- Which is why I let you
distract me

from the urgent task at hand.
- You have a team, Lincoln.

Even when you're doing this,
your team is working.

- Eureka!

- Saved by the bell.

- Did she really just say,
"Eureka"?

- You were right about
the blue material.

Definitely a part of a canvas
bag, and the purple and yellow

powder are tiny pieces
of spray-painted cement.

- Like from graffiti?
- Exactly.

Store bought spray paint
sold everywhere.

Hard to track,
but that's not the cool part.

The cool part is that the pores
are full of bacteria.

- Bacteria?

You mean, like, he put the bag
down in the men's room, or...

You were about to tell us what
special kind of bacteria.

I'm sorry, go ahead.
- Bacillus subtilis.

- Bacillus subtilis.
Isn't that--

- In your notebooks, yes.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

Years ago, the military
dispersed bacillus subtilis

through various tunnels under
New York to test how disease

spreads underground.

And one of those tunnels
just happens to be

a mecca
for graffiti artists.

- You're thinking
of Freedom Tunnel.

- Yeah, the spray paint,
the bacteria.

Those bombs were in the
Freedom Tunnel before they were

stuck onto the building.
- Okay.

So what are we looking
for when we get there?

- If I had to guess--
more bombs.

[suspenseful music]

- Years ago, I made
my own detailed maps

of these tunnels.

- And...why?

- 'Cause you never know
what you're going to need

until the moment
you need it most.

Hmm. Duck.

- [sighs]
Show-off.

- All right, veer left.

Okay, keep walking...

Wait, stop.

That mural to your right.

That's not street art.

- That's kind of a matter
of opinion.

- No, it's a sloppy attempt by
an amateur to hide something.

- It's a door.

- Watch out--fingerprints.
Use a cloth.

- Ready?

♪

- Is this on your map,
Lincoln?

- Okay, wait.

Just Amelia--can't risk
corrupting the scene.

- That explains the dust
on the bag fragments.

- Careful, Amelia.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[slam]

- Guys?
Hey, what did you do?

- I don't know,
we--we didn't do it!

It slammed on its own.

- I'm locked in.

Hang on, hang on.

- Oh, he must've rigged it.

[timer ticking]

- It's a bomb.
It's armed.

[panicked breaths]
Uh, any ideas here, guys?

- Gotta find a way
to get this door open.

- No, no, no!
I might trigger the bomb.

Lincoln, come on, you gotta
think of something else.

- Get the bomb squad
down here now.

- [hyperventilating]

Okay, okay.

- Amelia, talk to me.

- I got this.
I got this.

I'm not this mind.
I'm not this body.

- Amelia, I can't hear you.
What are you saying?

- A mantra. A coping
mechanism for her PTSD.

- Okay.

- Amelia, I'm with you.

- Lincoln.

Please tell me you can
get me out of here.

- Lincoln, wait.
You've defused a bomb before--

the day you got hurt
at the power plant.

- But I had the
Bone Collector's riddles

to guide me.
I don't actually know

the first thing about
how to defuse a bomb.

- Okay, 1:18 left.

- Mike, bomb squad's
talking to me.

- Come on, Lincoln.

- But I do know
how to make one.

On the table to your left,
there's a jar of red powder.

- Got it.
- Okay, then take the

aluminum foil that's covering
the paint can, and lay it flat.

- Got it.
- Shiny side down.

- Okay.
- Grab the magnesium.

- The what?
- [exhales]

The coiled-up metal.
You see it, don't you?

- Great, I'm supposed to make
a bomb out of this?

- Put the ribbon
on the foil, lay it flat.

All right, good.

- Uh...

- Now spread the red powder
as evenly as you can

across the foil.

- Okay.
- Roll up the foil

with the powder inside
and the ribbon inside.

- Running out of time.

28 seconds.

- Leave some of the ribbon
sticking out like a fuse.

You've just made
a thermite charge.

Wrap it around the door handle,
light the fuse, and step back.

- Move away from the door!

[intense musical build-up]

♪

- Let's go, let's go!

- Gotta get out of here!
- Let's go, now!

We gotta go!
- Wait! The evidence!

- Amelia!
- Come on, come on, come on!

- Coming--

- Amelia!

.

[ominous music]

- Amelia!

♪

- Lincoln, I'm here.
I'm good.

[panting]
You got me out of there.

[sighs]

And I got you evidence.

- Good job.

[overlapping chatter]
[applause]

- Thanks.

- Amelia.
- Yeah?

- Can I see you a minute?
- Yeah.

Everything okay?
- No, no, it's not okay.

Running back in there
like that--

that was crazy.

- Crazy?
- I mean, seriously,

what were you thinking?
- I was thinking

what we're all thinking
every day--

get Lincoln the evidence
he needs.

- And it was your job,
your job alone,

to be the hero?

- No, it's all of our jobs
to do what we can

to find this bomber and stop
any more bombs from detonating

before we lose anyone else.

- I get it, but you weren't
brought on to this team

to be as reckless
and impulsive as Lincoln.

You don't help anyone
if you get hurt.

- [huffs]
That's not fair.

- Me losing a second partner--
that wouldn't be fair.

Okay? So congratulations
on saving the evidence.

Maybe next time,
take a minute and think

before risking everything.

[soft dramatic music]

- The wire from the bomb room
is likely traceable.

Here's a serial number--I don't
know if we have time, though.

- Well, give it to Felix,
just in case.

- Kinda busy with
the sound file right now.

- Oh? What sound file?
- The bomber's voice recording.

Digital recordings
don't necessarily record

over old information.

It's there, if you know
how to get it.

- How long will that take?
Because we are

42 minutes away
from the bomber's deadline.

- So either the Vaughns
grow a heart of gold,

or we need to find something
very, very quickly.

- I'm gonna be straight
with you--if you can't buy us

the time we need,
people are gonna die.

Now, you're here already,

please just do
what the guy wants.

- So that's why you brought
us here, huh?

- Mrs. Vaughn, we--
- No, no, we--we're united

on this, Detective, okay?

I'm not going out on camera
and putting everything

I built at risk.
- Enough!

Greg.

You know very well why you
don't want to say those things.

- Careful, Linda.
- Because they're true!

Because we made
terrible mistakes

and we covered them up, and we
pretended they didn't happen.

But we made those choices.

[soft somber music]

We'll do it.

But not until Simon
is far away.

For all we know,
this person's entire plan

is to bomb
the press conference.

- We can take him somewhere
safe immediately.

- We have a place
for times like this.

U-Unlisted address, extra
security, not in our name.

I'll have our people
take him there.

- Thank you.

♪

- Remember the first time
I saw you?

- In that bar? O'Bryant's?
- Yeah.

That guy was such a jerk.

By all accounts, you should've
decked him.

That's why I sat down.

- You thought I needed saving?
- No.

I admired your restraint.

- What all men wanna hear.
- No, I--

I said what I first thought,
before I sat down.

I wanted to punch
that guy myself.

But...
[clicks tongue]

Then when he left,
and we were talking,

and I sensed that
there was something more.

You, uh, had this...
[sighs]

just this basic goodness.

- So...

I've disillusioned you?

- No, I--I think you
are the man that I know.

Partly.

- Yeah.
Partly.

[soft uneasy music]

♪

You know what I was thinking
about before you sat down?

- [laughs softly]

- I was thinking about
which bone I could remove

to hurt the most.

[soft dramatic chord]

The jerk.
The guy at the bar.

But I forgot about him
as soon as you sat down.

You do soothe me.

You always have.

[inhales, exhales]

- Whatever happens,

I hope you don't lose
the good parts.

I'd be scared to think
what would happen

if the Bone Collector's
all you become.

[dark, eerie music]

- You shouldn't have found
the photographs.

- [crying]

[muffled screaming]

.

[ominous music]

♪

- [breathes shakily]

- [sobbing]

[soft whimpering]

- I got something.

The bomber bought the wires
at Joe Brothers' Hardware

in Brooklyn.
Here's the catalogue.

- Good job.
- I got something better.

- Ooh.

- There's another recording
underneath the bomber's

original message.

It's only eight seconds long,
but...

let's see.

- Testing, testing,
one, two, three.

[construction drill running]
- Hey, you on break?

I'll meet you on site
in ten minutes.

- A construction
site.

- I'll see if I can isolate
the noise in the background.

- Okay.

[birds chirping]

- [exhales]

What--what do you think?
- I know that sound.

You said Brooklyn, right?
- Yeah.

[inquisitive music]

[birds chirp and squawk]

♪

Parrots.
In 1967, a single shipment

of Quaker parrots
from Argentina

escaped from JFK Airport.

Now there's an entire
colony of them,

primarily in the area
surrounding Brooklyn College.

Felix,
I need an employee list

of any active construction
sites.

- Yeah, Brooklyn College, yup.
- And cross reference the names

with the victims of
the Richmond Hill fire.

We're looking for demolition
experts or...

- Safety inspector.
Arnold Massey.

He filed an affidavit against
the Vaughns five years ago.

Accused them of covering up
safety violations.

- Well, that sounds like
our guy so far.

- Ready for this?

Massey's wife and son were
killed in an apartment fire.

- Richmond Hill?
- Uh, no, no.

But he said it's the reason why
he became a safety inspector

and why he
"urges the Vaughns to avoid

a preventable tragedy
of Richmond Hill."

- He tried to warn them.
- He also tried to file

a class action suit
after the fact, but Vaughns

paid off the families,
sued Massey into submission.

- Call Sellitto.
Tell him we found the bomber.

[police siren blares]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- NYPD!
We're coming in!

- Arnold Massey!

- Get down on the ground!
Let me see your hands!

- Where are the other bombs,
Massey?

- Doesn't matter--it's too late
to stop what's coming to them.

- Good evening.
My name is Linda Vaughn,

and I'd like to make
a confession.

- Get him up.
Get him up.

There. You got what you wanted.
Now you hold up your end

of the bargain and tell us
where those other bombs are.

[indistinct speech from TV]

- Lawyer.

- Take him out.
- Let's go.

- I hope you've got something,
'cause Massey's not talking.

- The bomb squad's swept every
Vaughn property twice

and found nothing.
Courthouse secure as well.

- Could he be bluffing?
- Hmm.

- Maybe there aren't
any more bombs.

- He just killed four innocent
people just to prove

to the Vaughns he could
get to them anywhere.

I don't think he's bluffing.
- But I just don't see how

Massey got past security
at the construction site.

Here's the footage.
He's not on it.

- No, he isn't.

- Then why wouldn't he say
he's innocent?

- The locked room mystery.

[scoffs]

I can't believe I didn't
realize it before,

it's so insultingly simple.
- Lincoln?

- Massey didn't need to sneak
his bomb into the building.

Someone else did it for him.

- But how did they get
past security?

- We're looking for someone
who seems to have a reason

to be there.
Felix?

Search Massey's file on
the class action lawsuit

he tried to organize.
- But we've already been

through all the victims
of the Richmond Hill fire.

- Maybe Massey reached out to
families from other accidents

on other Vaughn properties.

You're looking for surviving
a family member with

just as much motive against
the Vaughns as Massey has.

Someone who found a way inside.
- What about someone

who lost a child?

Alma Gutierrez.
- Oh, my God--the nanny.

- Mother of 12-year-old
Matthew.

Her son died in a fire
in an apartment

owned by the Vaughns in Queens.

- She's with Simon
night and day.

- She could've walked past
any security at any property,

and they'd wave her
right through.

[spirited dramatic music]

- I don't understand.

Couldn't she have just killed
the Vaughns at any time?

- That's not what she wants.

She wants their son to die
the same way.

We gotta get to Simon.

- Come on, mi niño.
Let's go.

♪

- All clear--we'll be out here
if you need us.

- I'm sure we'll be just fine.

.

- Simon.

[tense music]

♪

[police sirens blaring]

[people speaking
simultaneously]

- Turn around, turn around.
- Hands up.

- I've got eyes on the nanny.

- [crying]

Hannah?
Why don't you let Simon go?

- You. You're the one
who makes stupid promises.

I used to make promises
like that to my son.

He died, anyway.
Just like we're about to!

- Okay, we're leaving.
We're leaving.

Okay, Hannah?
Nobody has to die.

Not you, not Simon.
We can work this out.

- No, I'm staying.
- What? No, you're not.

- Yes. Look, she's a mother
who lost a son--she's grieving.

She doesn't want to do this.
[sighs shakily]

She just needs someone
to talk her out of it.

- Here we are again, you
putting yourself in harm's way.

- I'm trying to keep
Simon alive.

- We talked about this, Amelia.
- [sighs]

I made him a promise.
- You made him a promise?

Seriously?
Lincoln, say something

to talk her out of this.

- Are you sure, Amelia?
She doesn't like you very much.

- I'm sure.

Trust me, Sellitto.

I'm coming in.
I'm dropping my weapon.

- [sobs]

- I'm not leaving
without Simon.

- No, they took my son away
- I know.

- And now, they're gonna get
what's coming to them.

- Doesn't sound like
you talking.

That sounds like
Arnold Massey talking.

Hmm? Am I right?

Did he convince you to do this?

- He told me the truth.

The Vaughns knew.

They could've prevented
my boy's death,

and the law
will never punish them!

This is the only way
to make them pay!

[sobs] The only way
to make them listen!

Don't come any closer, okay?

- Okay.
Hannah, you're right.

The Vaughns are to blame
for this, and they should pay.

They deserve to feel
all of the pain

that you felt
to lose everything.

But I want you to look at that
boy in your arms, right now.

You take a good look at him.
- He'll grow up

to be just like them,

thinking the world
owes him everything.

My Matthew...

didn't deserve to die.
[sobs]

- Hannah, I'm sorry
for whatever I did.

I'm sorry, really sorry.
- Simon, it's okay.

It's not your fault.

Hannah, your Matthew--

he sounds like a sweet boy.

What if he was here, right now,
watching you?

You think he would want this?

Please, Hannah.
- [crying]

[muttering, murmuring]
My baby...

Matthew, Matthew, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.

- Down, get down!
Down on the ground!

Right now! Down!

[people yelling
simultaneously]

- You're okay.
You're okay.

[solemn music]

- Amelia.

A little victory tradition
I do with Sellitto.

A drink after we
close a case.

Figured it's time to bring you
into the fold.

- Is this an honor or am I
about to get another lecture?

- No lecture.
You get the job done.

I can't argue with success.

- Huh. So does that mean
you're not still--

- Take the win, Amelia.

Now, Lincoln and I,
we like the single malt,

but we didn't want
to assume your poison.

- Well, after today,
how about one of each?

- Ah, now you're talking
Sellitto's language.

- [scoffs]

- There you go.

Will you do the honors?

[soft music]

- To success.
- Success.

Salud.
- Salud.

- So...tomorrow.

Back to the Bone Collector?
- Why wait till tomorrow?

You know what Einstein
was doing when he came up

with the theory of relativity?
- Looking out the window.

You know, you told me that
story a thousand times.

Loves to compare himself
to Einstein.

- I have better hair.
- [laughs]

- While we caught a bomber
today,

a thought rose
to the surface for me.

We didn't find the
Bone Collector's first kill,

but we may have something
equally useful.

- Which is what?

- I think we found
his hometown.

- And given his age--
- Age of the victim.

- He was quick to unearth
that crime,

which suggests you're right.
He made mistakes.

And that means
there's more mistakes,

likely mistakes
he hasn't even considered,

waiting for us
if we dig deep enough.

- I'm betting he knows it.

He knows we're getting close.

- We got him on the run.
- Scour the area,

talk to the people,
look into the past.

The answer is there.

It's only a matter of time.

[knife clicks]

- [whimpers]

[muffled yelling]

- Shh, shh, shh.
It's not what you think.

- [muffed scream]

- You're right.
- [strangled sob]

- I have been...
[grunts]

what's the word...
agitated.

You've been the one
who's held me together.

[tape rips]

- [panting]

- Still...

I can't help feeling this
might be the most foolish thing

I've ever done.

Freeing you.

- [sighs]
[groans]

[sobs]

[gasps]

[panting]

[exhales]
Peter.

[bone cracks]

- [exhales deeply]

Requiem, requiem...

[exhales]

[whispers] Rest now.

[humming]

[dark, heavy music]

♪