All language subtitles for LincolnRhymheS01E03

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- Previously on
"Lincoln Rhyme"...

Aah!

- I'm ready for another shot
at the bastard

who put me in this bed.

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

- I updated your camera rig
to be a bit more subtle.

- Dad.
- If I go after him again--

- We're thousands of miles
away, Lincoln.

- Rachel.

My sister literally got
kidnapped by a serial killer

because of this job.

- You saved me.

- "Et nos ludere."

It means "let's play."

The Bone Collector's back.

[woman screaming]

[dramatic music]

[clattering, thudding]

♪

[engine turns over]

♪

- [sobbing]

♪

[phone beeping]

[sirens blare]

[police radio chatter]

- Are you Gabby Karimov?

- Yes.
It's right over here.

I heard a woman screaming,
and there's blood.

♪

- Ma'am,

you on any prescription
medications?

Have you ingested
any illegal drugs tonight?

- No.
What are you talking about?

I saw blood.

It was there.

And there was a car with a man
and a woman inside,

and she was crying.

And this was on the ground.

♪

[door opens]

[footsteps approach]

- What you looking at?

- Oh, nothing, just...

stuff for Lincoln.

- Ooh, sweet.
- "Sweet"?

Oh, you're in a chipper mood.

Did you sleep well?

- Yeah, it was my first solid
eight hours in weeks.

- Love it.
I'll see you tonight?

- Yeah.
I'll be home late though.

Remember?

I'm seeing Fall Out Boy
at Barclays.

Lil, Jess, and I are going.

- Are you sure you're ready
for that?

- Yeah.

The guy who grabbed me
is dead.

Can't hurt me anymore.

And I just--I really want
my life to go back to normal.

- Go have fun.

- Five years ago,

when the Bone Collector first
sent Lincoln a human radius,

he put it through
a unique process.

He withdrew all the marrow,

injected the shell
with a compound

of benzalkonium chloride,
hydrogen peroxide, and bleach,

and bathed it in water, salt,
and hypochlorous.

- The DNA had been scrubbed
inside and out.

There was no way to identify
who it once belonged to.

- Let me guess.

He used the same process
this time.

- It's a dead end.
- There are no dead ends.

Only places where one chooses
to give up the search.

We don't give up.

What about the postmark?

- Tracked it back
to Farmington, New Mexico.

Going through security video

from the originating
post office.

- The Bone Collector isn't
strolling into the post office

to buy a pack
of Forever Stamps.

He'd avoid cameras
at all costs.

- Which is why
I am reaching out

to smaller shipping stores
in the area.

Ones without cameras.

- Well, I can help you
make those calls.

- Oh, great.
Thank you.

- How are you holding up?

Must be pretty scary

knowing the Bone Collector
has your home address.

- Yeah.

It is.

But I'm...

I'm mostly afraid
for my sister.

I haven't decided
if I'm even telling her yet.

- Since 1888,

when Jack the Ripper sent
half a preserved kidney

to George Lusk,

the chairman of the Whitehall
Vigilante Committee,

serial killers
have been reaching out

to taunt law enforcement.

His behavior is nothing new.

- Are you trying to tell me
that this doesn't scare you?

[phone rings]

- It scares me.

- The Bone Collector has had me
in his crosshairs

for a long time.

- So what?
You just get used to it?

- Mm-hmm.

- Lincoln,

this is not something
you ever get used to.

- Sellitto is on his way.

Says it's important.
Something about a Lucy Arthur.

- It's an exact match,
but it can't be hers.

She's been missing
for five years.

- Forensics found
a small amount of DNA

and ran it.

It's hers, Lincoln.

It's Lucy Arthur's.

- I remember reading
about that case.

Grabbed on the way to school.

It was terrible.
- Yeah.

No leads, no witnesses.

The entire New York
Police Department

searched for months.

We did everything we could.

- Yeah, everything
but find her.

- It's not your fault.

- For once,
we're on the same page.

- Maybe I would've been
more help

if I hadn't been so busy
chasing the Bone Collector.

- No, no, it was my case,

so what did I miss?

What didn't I do?

I think about her every day.

Maybe this is the lead
that brings her home.

- Maybe.

Look, tell me about the woman
who found her.

- Ah.
Gabby Karimov.

She says last night,
she heard a woman scream,

she went to investigate,

she saw blood on the floor
of a vacant apartment.

Then a gold Cadillac drove away
with a man and a woman inside.

The woman looked upset.

The charm was lying
in the middle of the driveway

like maybe the woman
had just dropped it.

- You're speculating.

Did Ms. Karimov recognize
the car or the people inside?

- Well, she says
she may have seen the car

in the neighborhood,
but not recently.

She did not know the people.

- She called the police,

but when the police came
a few minutes later,

the entire apartment was clean.

- Clean?
- Spotless.

We sent in CSU, and they
didn't find anything either.

- Because the whole room
had been wiped down

with bleach.

The walls, the floorboards,
the doorknobs,

even the ceilings.

- Professional cleanup.

- Well, were there
any other witnesses

that heard the initial scream?

Maybe called 9-1-1?

- Well, Ms. Karimov lives

in a small section
of Sheepshead Bay

that's mostly Russian
immigrants.

It's only a few square blocks.

"Tight-knit community"
is an understatement.

We're lucky she called
the police.

Lucy would be 21 by now.

What if she's still alive?

What if she's the woman

Gabby Karimov
saw in the Cadillac?

- Talk to Lucy's parents,

then check around
that neighborhood.

- Does this mean
you're taking the case?

- We're gonna find out

what happened to Lucy Arthur,
my friend,

and we'll start by finding out

what happened in that
apartment.

[foreboding music]

♪

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- You're saying someone
found this in the street?

- Last night.
Over in Sheepshead Bay.

- After all this time?

- Is there any reason why Lucy
might have been in that area

the day she went missing?
Maybe to meet someone?

- No.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

- But it's an important clue,
right?

- Yes, we're investigating it.

I just want to caution you both
not to get your hopes up.

- We can't get our hopes up,
Detective,

because we've never lost hope
that we would find her.

- Eric's running a search
on gold Cadillac sedans.

Now, there's nothing registered

within a ten-block radius
of here,

so he's pulling records
for the tri-state area,

cross-checking names.

- Well, maybe the owner lives
elsewhere and works nearby?

Traffic cams?

- Not on these little streets.

Felix is getting everything
he can off Emmons Avenue.

[tense music]

- Are you picking up
on this?

It's like one of those Old West
movies

when the bad guys roll
into town.

Only we're the bad guys.

- That's half the neighborhoods
we go into,

but don't worry.

It only takes one.
Watch and learn.

Please, ma'am, let me help you.

[speaks Russian]

Why is a beautiful woman
carrying her own groceries?

What's wrong with this picture?
- Thank you.

Thank you so much.
- Of course.

If you don't mind, we are
investigating an incident

in the vacant apartment
across the street.

Did you happen to hear or see

anything out of the ordinary
last night?

- Not that I can think of.

- It was around 11:00 p.m.

A woman screaming.

- Oh, that.

Yes, I heard an awful scream.

And when I looked up,
I saw it was my neighbor,

Natalya Gustev.

She said she saw a rat
in the alley.

I told her, "You'll wake
the whole neighborhood!"

- [laughs]

- Is that all?

I have to put the milk
in the icebox.

- Yes,
there is one more thing.

We're looking for this girl.

Have you seen her?

- This photo's five years old.
She'd be 21 now.

We have reason to believe

she'd been in the neighborhood
recently.

- I recognize the face,

but only from the news.

She was kidnapped.

- That's right.

- I'm so sorry.

I cannot help you.

- Thank you.

- Let us know
if you think of anything.

- We really buying

that the blood-curdling scream
Gabby Karimov heard

was just a woman
frightened of a rat?

- Yes, that was me screaming.

I hate rats.

- Oh, me too.

Do you know if anyone
around here

owns a gold Cadillac?

- Peter Ivanov,
next door to me.

He has a gold car,
but I'm not sure what kind.

I don't know cars.

- We're looking for this girl.
Have you seen her?

[door shuts]

- Peter?

These police officers,

they're asking
about a gold car.

A Cadillac?

- I have a gold car,

but it's a Camry,
not a Cadillac.

Big difference.
- Yeah.

Did you drive down this street
last night around 11:00?

- Yes, with my wife.

- Was she upset?

- I was taking her to visit
her sister.

She didn't want to leave.

- Have you seen this girl?

♪

Lincoln, there's more
going on here

than a distrust of the police.

These people are lying to us.

- Witnesses lie all the time.

But lying to stop us
from finding a missing girl,

that's a new one.

- Yeah, maybe someone closer
to Lucy's age

will care a little more.

Hi.
Excuse me.

I'm Officer Sachs,
and this is Detective Sellitto.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

- I'm Sarah.
My parents don't speak English.

- Ouch.

Looks like it hurts.

- I fell, but I'm fine.

And we didn't see or hear
anything last night.

- Well, we're also looking
for a girl.

She went missing five years ago
when she was about your age.

Have you seen her?

- We don't know her.
Sorry.

♪

- That girl looked scared.

- She was awful quick
to tell us

she didn't see or hear anything
last night

even before we asked.

- If they're all lying,

maybe they're covering
for someone.

- Well, how do we find out
who that person is?

- Normally, I'd say go back
to the crime scene,

but since that's been scrubbed,

let's visit the one person

Sellitto believes
is telling us the truth.

- Gabby Karimov.

- Ms. Karimov,
it's Detective Sellitto.

Can we talk to you
for a minute?

[lock clunking]

- Detective, I'm afraid
I've wasted your time.

- What are you talking about?

- The scream
I heard last night,

I talked with Natalya
just now.

It was her.

- What about the blood
in the apartment?

- I must have imagined it.

I'm sorry.
I can't talk anymore.

- The charm you found.

It belongs to a missing girl.

- I don't know anything.
Leave me alone.

[door slams]

- There's nothing to do.

Someone got to her.

- What are they all
so scared of?

Why aren't they talking to us?

- Well, we may have lost
a witness,

but we're not out of moves yet.

Eric got a hit on the Cadillac.

Belongs to a guy
named Nick Popov.

He lives a block away
from here,

but the car is registered
to his sister in New Jersey,

which is why it took
so long to find.

Unis are bringing him in
for questioning.

- Where's the car?

- Officers said it's not
at his place.

- Witnesses lie all the time,
but the evidence never does.

That car is another
potential crime scene

for us to examine.

It could take us right to Lucy.

- Yes, I have a gold Cadillac.

Unfortunately, it was stolen.

- Stolen?
Oh, that's too bad.

- Last night, from right out
of my driveway.

I had a date with a nice lady
from around the corner.

As we were walking home
from dinner,

we passed by my place,
and I saw the car was gone.

I was gonna make the report
today.

- And this nice lady
that you had dinner with,

does she have a name?

- Natalya.

I, uh, dropped her off

just before 11:00.

She was gonna stay outside
for a smoke.

- And then what happened?

- When I was walking away,
I heard Natalya scream.

[laughing]
She said she'd seen a rat.

It was very loud.
Natalya, I said--

- Yeah, let me guess.

You said, "You're gonna wake up
the whole neighborhood!"

- Hey.

Have you seen this girl?

- No.
Why?

- Why?

Because she's missing, Nick.

She was grabbed off the street
five years ago.

Maybe she's dead,
maybe she's alive,

but she's got parents at home
who are desperate to know

what happened to her!

I'm tired of this crap.

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- That was Auto Crimes
Division.

Nothing yet
on the gold Cadillac.

- Popov won't talk.

Problem is,
even if it was his Cadillac

Gabby Karimov saw,
Popov wasn't driving.

She said the guy was big.

- And that was back when she
was still telling us the truth.

It's another dead end.
- No.

There are no dead ends.

Just places where one chooses
to give up the search.

Lincoln.

We didn't get anything
out of Nick Popov.

- So we still don't know
where the car is.

- Well, we don't know
where it is right now,

but maybe you and I
can find out where it's been.

- A search for actual
physical evidence.

I thought you'd never ask.

[tense music]

- All right, this is it.

Popov's place.

♪

- You said Popov's car

was allegedly stolen
last night?

- Uh-huh.

- Well, I say
those tire tracks

look a little fresher
than that.

- Maybe someone tipped him off

that we were down here
looking for the car

and he hid it this morning?

- Get a sample of that mud
from the tire imprint.

- You got it.

- Hi, Officer.

- [gasps]
Whoa, what are you doing?

- I'm sorry, I was curious
to see what you were doing

and the coffee slipped
out of my hand.

- Sarah, why are you lying
to me?

In fact,
why is this whole neighborhood

lying to us?

Whoa, whoa, wait, if you--

Please just come back--

- Just get the sample.

If there's anything to find,

a little spilt coffee won't
keep Kate from finding it.

- You lied to me.

You have a family.

- I did not lie.

I omitted.

I don't think my personal life

is relevant to you
doing your job.

But yes,

I have a family.

They live in Chicago.

- It is relevant to me,
Lincoln,

if you sent them away
to protect them

from the same serial killer
who has the home address

of my family.

- It's more complicated
than that.

- Hey.
I tested the mud you got

from the tire tracks
at Popov's place,

and it's a little weird.
- Weird how?

- Obviously, it's positive
for coffee and milk,

courtesy of one
clumsy teenager.

Antibiotic and somatotropin
hormone.

- All common to the process
of pasteurizing milk.

What's your point?

- My point is I also found
very high levels

of lactic acid.

Off the charts.

- What does that mean?

- It means the milk
was spoiled.

But no one puts spoiled milk
in their coffee.

So it must have already been
in the mud.

What else did you find?
- Just stiltgrass.

Common to--
- Long Island.

We're looking
for a dairy-related industry,

possibly a pasteurizing
factory.

They'll have a Russian employee
who lives in Sheepshead Bay.

You find that person,

and maybe we find Lucy Arthur.

♪

- Well, don't you look
mysterious?

[laughs]

- Thought you two
were getting lunch.

- Yeah, we're just heading out.

Jane wanted to come by
and say hi.

- Yeah,
see what you're working on.

One of your forensic projects?

- She is fascinated
by what you do.

I told her you used to consult
for the NYPD,

but it's boring science.

- God, not to me.
I read real crime books,

I listen to all the podcasts,

so I think, oh,
the stories he must have,

fascinating.

- Just a job like any other.

I'm freelance now,
like Danielle says.

Boring science.

- Well, I'd love to get a sneak
in your secret lair there.

Get a chance to see
what you're working on.

- Not a good idea,

not with privacy issues
and all.

- Ah, I get it.

You want to be
Mr. Mysterious.

Okay.

I'll just have to sneak in
one day when he's out.

- She will too.

- [laughing]
I would.

- Because I changed my mind,
that's why.

- Yeah, but you said
it was okay this morning.

And I have to meet these girls
in 20 minutes,

and I'm the one
with the tickets.

I can't just bail.

- Rach,

look, I have already told you

after everything
you've been through,

I just don't think
you're ready.

- Look, you can't just
order me around.

You're not my mother.

And I'm going.

[line beeps]
- [sighs]

♪

- This place has been shut down
for three months.

The owner says that he did have
an employee that was Russian

and lives in Sheepshead Bay.

Name's Dimitri Tarasov.

- Where's Tarasov now?

- Well, unis went by his place,
but the neighbors said

he spontaneously went
on vacation this morning.

Got Felix checking on flights.

- Lincoln.

Are you seeing this?

- I am.

Let's get a little closer.

- Guys.

♪

This place has been closed
for three months,

but the water in that cup
looks fresh.

- So does the bread.

♪

It's an icon corner.

- What is an icon corner?

What does that have to do
with Lucy Arthur?

- It's a Russian
burial tradition.

When a person dies,
you leave fresh bread and water

for them to eat
in the afterlife.

- We're looking for a grave.

.

- I'm really sorry.

I know you wanted good news.

- I told Lucy's parents
not to get their hopes up.

I didn't stop to think
about my own.

I let myself believe,

even after all this time,

she might be alive out there,

waiting for us to find her.

That's a rookie mistake.

- Hope can't be managed,
Sellitto.

[dramatic music]

I think it's a good thing.

Look, I know I'm new to this,

but I don't know
how you do this job without it.

- Found something!

♪

Well, that's not Lucy Arthur.

- Yeah, but who is it?

- Max Sobirov.
42 years old.

No record, no family.

Lived in Sheepshead Bay
for over ten years.

Employment?

- He was a stonemason,
trained in Europe,

worked for various contractors
here,

mostly churches and cemeteries.

- And how did he die?

- A single stab wound
to the lower chest.

The blade had
a unique upward curve to it.

The tip broke off
in one of his ribs.

- A chust knife.

They were made in Uzbekistan,

which was a former
Soviet Socialist Republic

until 1991.

Good work.

Keep looking
into his background.

- Okay, I'm in Max Sobirov's
apartment.

This place is a mess.

Max was clearly...a bachelor.

- He also loved
his own stonework.

That fireplace
isn't original.

You know what, let me see
the whole room.

♪

He made that kitchen island
too.

Oh, he considered himself
an artisan.

That fleur-de-lis carving,
it's his signature.

- Huh.

Talented, quiet,

kept to himself.

Why did someone
want to kill you, Max?

♪

[gasps] Lincoln,
are you seeing this?

- That's Lucy Arthur's
school uniform.

Max Sobirov kidnapped Lucy.

- [breathing hard]

- One of his neighbors figured
it out and murdered him.

- Ran into CSU downstairs.

They said the place was clean.

- Well, there's no evidence
Lucy was ever here,

beyond her clothes.

- And her charm.

How did that charm end up
on that driveway?

♪

- Wait, Max's keychain.

There's an extra ring on it
with no key or fob.

Maybe Lucy's charm was on it,

a trophy he carried with him.

It could've fallen off
the other night

in a struggle
with the neighbors.

- Lucy didn't drop it.
She was never there.

- We just talked
to Lucy's parents.

It was rough.

- Yeah, but they had
information.

Lucy's mom recognized
Max Sobirov.

He made a tomb for them
when Lucy's grandmother died.

- So she wasn't
a random victim.

- Let me get a closer look
at that kitchen island.

- This doesn't look
completely finished.

- Those base dimensions are of
a prefabricated mausoleum tomb.

We need to look inside.

- We have to open this.

[grunts]

[dramatic musical flourish]

Oh!

- [coughs]

- Is that her?

Is that Lucy Arthur?

- Show me!

Amelia, I need a full shot
of her body.

- I can't get any higher.

- Well, how tall is she?

- Lucy was only 5'2".

- I don't know.

Whoever's in this box
was taller than 5'2".

- It's not her.

It's not Lucy.

- So who is she?

- And where's Lucy?

.

- Based on Gabby's
original description

of the large man she saw
driving the Cadillac

with the woman sitting
beside him,

I think that Dimitri Tarasov
is our most likely suspect.

- The employee
at the pasteurizing factory.

Do we have a line yet
on Tarasov?

- He jumped a flight
to Barbados this morning.

Cops are at the airport there
now

waiting to grab him
when he lands

and send him back.

- But even if Dimitri
did murder Max,

he still wouldn't have had time
to bury the body

and clean up the crime scene
before the police arrived.

I mean, everyone
in the neighborhood

must have helped.

- Mob justice.

A quiet neighborhood

that takes care of
its own problem.

- Even if they did
all work together

to cover it up,
Max was only stabbed once.

So you have
lots of conspirators,

but only one killer.

If it was Dimitri Tarasov,

how do we prove it?

[ling ringing]

- Hey, this is Rachel.

Sorry I can't come
to the phone right now.

- [sighs]

- You should tell her
about the Bone Collector.

- Excuse me?

- You asked before
about my family.

My ex fiancée and I,

that's who you saw
in the photo.

She opened a letter
from the Bone Collector

after I had told her
we weren't in any danger.

I had told her that

because I didn't want her
to be scared.

But when she realized

a serial killer
knew where we lived,

knew her name,
knew our son's name--

it's Camden, by the way--

well, she wasn't just scared.

She was angry.

She left because she didn't
trust me anymore.

[dramatic music]

- I'm so sorry.

- Rachel's gonna find out.

Make sure she hears it
from you first.

- In a world

where girls her age
are going missing,

I'm just trying to protect her.

- Start with the truth.

- You're not gonna believe
this.

- What?
What is it?

- Jane.

She went for a run,
the same path I take,

the same path we take,

and she didn't come back.

- What do you mean,
she didn't come back?

- I mean they found her car,
they found her keys,

and she's gone.

They think somebody took her.

I'm just so scared for her.

And I just saw her.

I just hate to think of what...
might be happening to her.

- Well, they'll find her.
I'm sure of it.

- You really think so?

- I know so.

- I've never felt safe
out here.

- I know.

They'll find her.

Poor Jane.

- Hey.

I got Kate's autopsy report

on the body we found
at Max Sobirov's.

It definitely wasn't Lucy.

Jamie Bedford.

She went missing
almost ten years ago.

Injuries to her neck were
consistent with strangulation.

- Mm-hmm.
- And there's something else.

When Jamie was kidnapped,
she was 16 years old.

Kate said when she died,
she was at least 21.

- He held her captive
for five years.

- Max Sobirov was attracted
to teenage girls.

Jamie was 21
when he killed her.

Lucy was Jamie's replacement.

- Maybe he kept Lucy alive too.

- And she'd be 21 by now.

- And now he'd be looking
for her replacement.

We showed Jamie's parents
a photo of Max Sobirov.

They recognized him.

Max built a tomb
for Jamie's uncle

shortly before
she went missing.

- Just like Lucy.

It isn't random.

He meets them first,
chooses them.

Sarah.
The girl with the black eye?

What if Max tried
to abduct her,

but she fought him off?

- She tells her parents,
they round up a posse

to teach him a lesson.

It goes sideways.
Max is killed.

- They were all involved,
so they all cover it up.

But they didn't know
about Lucy.

They might have information.

They don't even know
it's important.

- Good luck getting them
to talk.

They're too afraid
of being arrested.

- Well, we have to try.

There are no dead ends,
right?

- You heard her.

- Thank you for meeting
with us.

- I told them what you said,

that a girl's life
was at stake.

- Thanks, Gabby,

It's important to know
that nobody will be arrested

based off of what you tell us
here today.

- We just want
to find Lucy Arthur.

What happened to Max Sobirov,
we'll deal with that later.

- We want to do what we can
to help.

- I didn't know
you spoke English.

- I lied.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about
the coffee too.

I just--

I was trying to protect them

'cause they didn't mean
to hurt anyone.

- I believe you.

And...you were the woman
who screamed

when Max was killed?

You were trying to stop it.

So you made an icon corner
at his grave.

- Did Max say or do anything
the other night

that might help us find Lucy?

- At first,
he refused to talk.

So I hit him.
Hard.

I demanded to know.

Where were you gonna take
my Sarah?

What were you gonna do
with her?

He said...

- Max said, the graveyard.

We knew what he meant.

That he wanted to kill Sarah.

That is when it ended.

- We didn't know
there was another girl

until you came and started
asking questions.

- And then we thought
Max must have murdered her

long ago.

We didn't know she was alive.
You must believe us.

♪

- So they didn't give you
anything we can use.

- Hang on a sec.
Let's break this down.

Max said graveyard.

They thought that meant
it was a confession,

that he planned
to murder Sarah.

- But if Jamie Bedford's
any indication,

he actually doesn't kill
the girls right away.

He keeps them...somewhere.

- It's not only a lie,
it's a foolish one.

All Max did was escalate
an already bad situation.

- But what if he wasn't lying?

What if he was trying
to give them

a genuine location?

The man repaired mausoleums
for a living.

Maybe he retrofitted one

at a nearby graveyard,

and that's where he keeps
the girls.

- There are dozens
of cemeteries

in Brooklyn and Queens.

The Cemetery Belt stretches
over 2 1/2 miles.

It's so big, you can see it
from space.

- And if I have to kick in
every mausoleum door

in the city
to find Lucy Arthur, I will.

- Check Max Sobirov's
work history.

Go back at least ten years.

- Guy's worked
in every cemetery

in the five boroughs.

- Stick to Brooklyn and Queens
for now.

One that's not too big.

They'd have too many
groundskeepers and staff

lurking around.

But not so intimate
as they'd have people

that might notice
his comings and goings.

- Okay, filtering by size,

there are six cemeteries
in New York

that are 10 acres or less,

and you are seriously
in my personal space right now.

- How many mausoleums
in each cemetery?

Organize them by name,

and crosscheck them
with Max's former clients.

[sirens blaring]

♪

- We just got word
from the unit at St. Peter's.

Search was a bust.

- How many mausoleums do I have
left on my curated list?

- Two.

Officers are on the other side
of the property now,

and our team's taking this one.

- Number six was a bust too.

- Lincoln, if this
doesn't pay off,

we're back to square one.

- She's not here either.

- [breathing heavily]

♪

- Stop right there.

♪

- What do you see?

- That crypt.

You see the door?

- Yes.

Guys, over here!

[intense music]

♪

Fleur-de-lis.

- Max Sobirov's signature.

- Bolt cutter.

- I'll get ESU to clear.
- No.

I'm going in.

.

- Lucy Arthur!

[tense music]

Lucy!

Lucy!

Can you hear me?

[banging]
- Let me out!

Let me out!
Help me!

I'm in here!
Help me, please!

Help me, please!

- Stand back from the door!

- Okay!
- Battering ram.

[intense music]

♪

[girl sobbing]

- You found me.

[breathing heavily]

- Oh, honey--
- [crying]

[Lucy sobbing]

[soft music]

- We've got you.

♪

- This was a good day.

- Mr. and Mrs. Arthur.

- Detective, the officers
wouldn't tell us anything.

- I know, um...

she wanted to tell you
herself.

- Mom?

Dad?
- Lucy?

Oh, my God!

[all laughing and sobbing]

- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

- Nice work.

♪

- Dimitri Tarasov.

Plane from Bermuda lands at JFK
in one hour.

I told the officers
we'd be there for the handoff.

- Any evidence
Tarasov owned a knife

like the one they used
to kill Max Sobirov?

- He bought a chust knife
a year ago

in a little place
in Brighton Beach.

They're getting me a receipt
and a photo for forensics.

- Ms. Mustafin.
What a surprise.

- How can we help you?

- Yes, you can take this
into evidence.

[dramatic musical sting]

- That's our murder weapon.

- Yes.
It's mine.

I killed Max Sobirov.

To protect the children
of our neighborhood.

No one helped me.

No one on my block heard
or saw anything.

- We're gonna get you settled
in our interview room,

all right?

- I've been questioned
in worse places.

♪

- You really think the DA's
gonna put an old lady in prison

for killing a predator
like Max Sobirov?

- What, are you kidding me?

I think they might try
to give her a medal.

- Hey.

You, uh, left before I was up
this morning.

How was school?

- The usual.

Ha.
How was work?

- [laughs]

Not the usual.

But it ended well.

- Look,

here's the thing.

I know you're this superhero

with a crazy job,

but when things go wrong,

you can't bring it down on me.

- I know.

I know.
You're right.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry too.
For what I said.

I know you just have a lot
on your plate

and you're just trying
to do your best.

- Yeah.

- I got you a T-shirt.

- Oh.

[laughing]
Oh!

- You like it?

- Of course.

[Phoebe Bridgers'
"Smoke Signals']

Thank you.

- Hey,

if you ever need to talk
about anything,

I can handle it.

- It's just cop stuff.

Everything's fine.

- ♪ Nothing's changed

- I promise.
- ♪ LA's all right

- ♪ You...

- Remember what Dr. Trask said.

It's unpredictable.

- It's gone is what it is.

- Well, it's just a toe.

[knock on door]

You said it.

- ♪ Falcons circling...

- Lincoln?

- Sellitto.
Congrats on bringing Lucy home.

- Thanks.
I came to celebrate.

[Phoebe Bridgers'
"Smoke Signals"]

- Our old tradition.

Close a case,
raise a glass.

Not that I can raise mine.

- I got you covered.

- ♪ You

♪ You must have been
lookin' for me... ♪

To Lucy Arthur.

- To never giving up.

♪ Sending smo-oke

♪ Signals

♪ Falcons circling

♪

- Yeah.