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Previously on "Lincoln Rhyme"...

Agent Cutter.

So you're the dog
with the bone flooding my inbox

every day with your thoughts?

You're smart, and you're good,

but if you can't play on the team,

you'll only be so good.

I read your file.

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

so you can get in the FBI.

Then what, be a profiler?

The FBI rejected me.

This is... Jane.

You're the Bone Collector.

I am.

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

I've been looking through
the files from Westchester.

Oh, my God. You found something.

A victim who got away who
might still be alive.

You think it's the Bone Collector?

I need that name.

Peter.

- Peter Taylor.
- I know him.

♪ What to do now that she
doesn't want me ♪

♪ That's what...

NYPD. We have a search warrant.

♪ What to do to keep from being lonely ♪

Living room clear.

Peter Taylor, show yourself.

♪ What to do

♪ The record hops ♪

♪ And all the happy times we had ♪

NYPD. Show me your hands.

Careful.

You know how he is with traps.

Oh, my God. That's his wife.

Danielle Taylor, maiden name Crocker.

Bastard killed his own wife.

- We need a crime tech in here.
- No, we don't have time.

This doesn't look like his other kills.

There's no sign of trauma.

No blood.

Her hand.

Her ring finger... he took out the bone.

He wanted us to know

this marriage meant something to him.

Check the other hand.

Red fabric.

Leather maybe,

and some sort of residue on her palm.

It's coming from her body.

Have Sellitto answer it.

I want to watch.

We know who you are, Peter Taylor.

Detective Sellitto, it is you, isn't it,

the man who put his partner in danger?

You let him go into that
warehouse three years ago

- without backups?
- You son of a...

I want to talk to Lincoln Rhyme.

Patch him through.

Peter Taylor.

Lincoln Rhyme.

We finally get to play out in the open.

Your face is going to be
plastered all over the city.

You won't be able to get a cup of coffee

without someone calling 911.

You don't know what I'm capable of.

I was under your nose
for years, right next to you,

but the great Lincoln Rhyme
was too focused on himself,

his book, his fame,

to pay attention
to a lab tech like myself.

Trying to get his location.
Signal is scrambled.

- Keep him talking.
- Is that what this is about?

Jealousy?

Gods suppressed become devils.

So you consider yourself a deity?

I consider myself superior to you.

Really?

Looks like you just killed
the one person who trusted you.

I spared her the madness
of what's to come.

You murdered her.

You're missing the point.

You delude yourself
that there is a point.

There is only your psychopathy,
your insanity.

Now you're profiling, Lincoln,

which tells me I'm winning.

You're grasping at the academic

because you have
nothing concrete to find me.

You overestimate yourself.

Now you're showing your arrogance,

your... your fatal flaw.

There's a new game, Lincoln.

You still have your clues,

but I'm not stopping at three bodies.

I'm going to keep killing
so the world knows

your insignificance.

We're going to stop you.

There, that's my point.

You can't stop me.

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- Peter Taylor.
- A forensic tech.

I barely knew he was there.

Well, he remembers you.
I need everything you have.

I want the Bone Collector.

Not to put too fine a point on it,

but are you squeezing us out?

As Lincoln can tell you,
I believe in the team approach,

something I'm happy you've embraced.

A lot has changed since
we last saw each other.

I see that. You look good, Lincoln.

- So do you.
- Mm, even the gray hair?

Gives you character.

To answer Detective Sellitto's question,

we are not taking the case.

We are working in step on this for now.

Talk to me.

Felix.

Peter Taylor.

Date of birth February 10th, 1968,

Worked as a lab tech with the NYPD

from 2005 to 2017,

married Danielle Crocker 2011.

Now his wife's in the morgue downtown.

We have an arsenal of clues
on this one; we can stop him.

But looking at this report,
I may have something.

Amelia Sachs, my eyes and ears

and sometimes my second brain.

Agent Cutter, I'm actually
a huge fan of your work.

I audited your forensic
psychology course.

It changed the way I thought about crime.

And did anything you learn
give you insight

into our suspect?

It did.

He married in 2011,

started the Bone Collector kills in 2012.

This relationship anchored him.

5 years, 15 murders,

no mistakes, then suddenly he stops.

Why?

The object of his competition,
Lincoln Rhyme,

is no longer in the game.

Then Lincoln comes back,
jolts the Bone Collector.

He moves back to New York City,
starts making mistakes.

He even...

kills his wife.

- Meaning what?
- Meaning that,

while it's obvious the Bone Collector

is fixated on you,

without his anchor, he starts slipping.

Unless he finds a new anchor.

That's impressive, Detective Sachs.

- Officer.
- Then we find the next anchor.

We have a location
on the parents, in-laws?

His parents are both deceased.

Danielle Crocker's parents
live in Queens.

Uni is on the way to notify them now.

We're not putting unis on this.

Sellitto, Danielle's parents,
not just a notification.

We need to find out everything
they know about this guy

and if they've seen him.

I'll send agents with you.
We share information.

What I know, you know.
What you know, I know.

If you ever think about
a career in profiling,

give me a call.

Clue number one:
goatskin leather, red dye.

Nothing special except traces
of polytetrafluoroethylene,

commonly known as Teflon,
on the underside.

- Teflon.
- Bulletproof vest, maybe?

It doesn't seem dense enough for a vest.

More likely waterproofing

or possibly a Teflon tape of some kind.

What about the residue
on the wife's hand?

Clue two: epinephrine.

Adrenalin.

Did the victim have food allergies?

Working on medical records.

We didn't find any evidence
of it at the scene.

There was no EpiPens, no medications.

But it was highly diluted.

I don't think we're dealing
with injectable adrenaline.

Teflon-coated leather...

adrenalin...

two clues, not enough.

What's the third? Song?

That would be my bet.
He left it on repeat,

which means he wanted us to hear it.

Felix, pull it up.

♪ What to do now that
she doesn't want me ♪

"What to Do" by Buddy Holly.
Lyrics mean anything?

Maybe it's not the lyrics.

It was one of Holly's final recordings

he taped at his apartment
in Greenwich Village.

Goatskin leather, adrenaline,
Greenwich Village.

Hard Times Boxing Gym.

Excuse me?

Red leather.

From a boxing glove.

They often contain Teflon.

Adrenaline, used to treat cuts
during a fight.

The song, recorded in Greenwich Village,

the location of Hard Times Gym,

my gym from back in the day.

These clues are about me.

He's connecting them to my past again.

Amelia, I want you and Eric there now.

I'll have Cutter meet you. Go.

Hey. What did Sellitto
get on Danielle's parents?

Nothing that helps us.

Never had a clue that Taylor
was anything other

than a good guy, good husband, go figure.

No one at NYPD had any idea either.

- He compartmentalized.
- Yeah.

Damn freak, he could just be
out here walking around

like normal.

Look familiar?

30 years, the place hasn't changed.

- Office clear.
- Spend a lot of time here?

Kept me off the street, out of trouble.

You, trouble?

Oh, I have a past.

Locker room clear.

Love to hear about it sometime.

Lincoln...

Cutter.

I never saw him.

I... I didn't see him.

Someone brushed against me,

and I woke up here, like this.

- It's okay.
- No, no, no.

- We're gonna get you out.
- No, no, no!

Wait.

He set up a motion sensor.

The pipes are rigged to burst
if you come too close.

Or I stand up.

The steam will cook you alive.

We have to do something!

It's a stomach wound. She's bleeding out.

We can't. She's in bad shape, okay?

I can't let you put yourself
in harm's way.

Okay. We just need to figure out

what he wants us to do
and do the opposite.

It's too late.

It's too late.
This is a no-win situation.

Amelia, I know what you're thinking,

but even if you figure it out,
we can't save her.

We just need to find where
the sensors are

and disable them.

Amelia, no, it's too dangerous!

Lincoln Rhyme would find another way.

Lincoln Rhyme ended up paralyzed

looking for another way.

Well, he's not invincible, Lincoln, okay?

Peter Taylor is not invincible.

We can do this.

Amelia, I've been doing this a long time.

You have to know

what part's bravery
and what part's futility.

I am not giving up.

She is not gonna die.

No, we can't, Amelia. We can't. We can't!

That will kill you.

I'll be damned if I'm going to let him do

to you what he did to Linc...

Amelia!

Amelia.

Watching someone die...

Someone I knew...

someone I looked up to.

Hey.

I know.

I know we don't have time
for emotion right now.

I have to put it aside
until this is done.

I'm not putting my emotions aside.

- No?
- Hell no.

I'm angry. I'm furious.

So if you want to be sad, be sad.

Let it fuel you.

If you want to be mad,
let it motivate you.

Yeah, I like that.

The Bone Collector
won't know what's coming.

One more thing.

I'm no longer calling him that,

the self-anointed, self-important title.

You know who he really is?

Peter Taylor,

the small man behind the big name.

We're going to make sure he pays

for what he just did to Cutter.

For what he did to all of them.

Mm.

Three clues left at the boxing gym.

Here's number one.

It's an electronic key card of some kind.

It's not your standard hotel
one as far as I can tell,

which might work in our favor

'cause it could make it easier
to narrow down.

Which you're doing right now?

I just wanted to keep you in the loop.

Which I'm doing right now.
I'll do a deeper dive.

Clues two and three are a pair.

I'm so sorry. I should've cropped that.

No, I need to see everything.

Keep going.

A flower petal.

I am running the DNA through
a horticultural database.

- Flower DNA?
- All living things.

What's near the petal?

Water and wheat flour, maybe
from a flatbread or a cracker.

So he's literally
leaving us bread crumbs.

And all I can tell you right now

is that there's some sort
of imprint on it,

maybe a letter I.

I'm working the image.

I'll try to enhance it
once I run down the key card.

Lincoln.

Claire, what's the matter?

- It's Naia and Camden.
- What's wrong?

They're here.

Surprise!

Hi.

You changed everything in here.

It's like a high-tech Batcave.

I thought you'd be past
your Batman phase by now.

I'm in my Steph Curry phase.

I can do the two-handed dribble.

His team had a tournament.

Steph Curry here wanted to surprise you.

Well, I'm surprised.

Camden, do you want to give
your mom and I a minute?

Claire keeps the fridge
stocked, plenty of good stuff.

What's going on?

We ID'd the Bone Collector last night.

You didn't see anything?

Oh, God. We got to the airport at 8:00.
I've been in airplane mode.

I...

who is he?

He was a forensic specialist.

We were in the academy together.

- You knew him?
- He was...

innocuous, forgettable,

- but still, I should have...
- What?

Found him, caught him, put him away.

He just killed an FBI agent.
He killed his wife.

This time, he's not stopping
until I catch him.

Or until he catches you.

What you're really looking
for is in the drawer.

Sellitto's not gonna like that.

Hm, yeah, well, don't tell
anyone I told you.

His kettle corn, you have it?

Oh, yeah. Legendary, right?

Hey, let's you and I get out of here.

There's not enough to share.

Get Naia and Camden to a safe house.

Set up the best team you know.
No one gets in.

No one gets out.

I'll do you one better.
I'll stay there myself.

Sellitto's new partner?

Detective Eric Castillo, ma'am.

Bone Collector isn't gonna get
anywhere near your family.

Whenever you're ready.

Camden, here's the deal.

I'm going to be honest with you.

The Bone Collector is back in New York.

He's coming after me,
and I'm going after him.

You scared?

Me too.

But my money's on you.

I love you.

I'll see you when this is over.

We've had time; we need
to figure out the three clues.

Key card?

Here's what I found.
The magnetic strip tell us

the card is manufactured by NPC, Inc.,

National Plastic Cards.

The type is the NPC 42.

Three dozen hotels
in the area that use it.

Kate, please tell us we're
closer on the breadcrumbs.

We are.

The imprint wasn't the letter I.

It was this.

- A communion wafer.
- And according to the imprint,

this specific one was made
at a cloistered monastery

in Philadelphia.

Well, he's not sending us
to Philadelphia.

What's the flower?

A peony, a white peony.

You know what it means.

It's not the monastery.

It's the church where you take communion

at a Catholic wedding

but have the reception at a hotel.

If you check that list,
you're going to find

the Marcy Hotel
across the river in Jersey

uses the NPC 42 key card.

The peony is a flower
often used in boutonnieres,

which I know because I wore one

at Sellitto's last wedding,

where I was best man.

I had him check the house
where Peter Taylor grew up.

He should have been back by now.

No answer.

- I got to move.
- Take the key card.

Whatever it's for at the Marcy Hotel,

that's where you'll find him.

Okay.

NYPD... I need you to tell me
which room this card opens.

Now!

Come on, come on.

It's not for any of the guest rooms.

It's for roof access for maintenance.

Thank you.

Let's move!

- I'm on the roof.
- All right. Find him.

Sellitto! Sellitto! I don't see him.

He has to be up there.
Amelia, watch every step.

I see him!

Oh, God, no.

- Carefully.
- Move fast.

- Sellitto!
- Amelia, wait! Dammit.

Careful.

What do you expect? You trained her.

He's breathing.
I need some help over here.

Got you. Okay.

Got him.

Okay, breathe.

Okay.

I think he wanted me to swallow that.

You okay?

Um, all things considered, no, but...

there are more important
things at the moment:

clues.

Things, you know...

We need to get you checked out.

I'm okay.

Just give me a minute.

- Are you seeing this?
- What is that, a... a mirror?

Whatever it is, bring it
back here with the casing.

We still need to find the third clue.

There may not be one.

Sellitto is still alive;
there was nothing rigged

to take you down when you found him.

Do you think we interrupted him?

Maybe he had a camera in the lobby

and saw you coming in or heard you,

but knowing him, no way
he'd leave Sellitto alive.

Hey, are you okay?

What are you doing here alone, Sellitto?

I let him down.

Sellitto, you were drugged and kidnapped.

It's not your fault.

Sure it is. I let it happen.

What are you talking about?

Ever since the
Bone Collector's been back,

it's been about Lincoln:
his book, his professor.

You heard the call this morning.

- I know.
- So we all know

that puts a target on our backs.

You, you send Rachel out of town.

Camden and Naia are in lockdown,

and me, I didn't see him coming.

You said he was hiding
in the back of your car.

Yeah, I had just checked out
his old house.

I got back in the car.
I went to turn on the ignition.

I felt a sting in the back of my neck,

and that's all I remember
until I woke up on the roof

with your flashlight in my face.

Again, not your fault. Come on. Come on.

I put us all in danger

because I let that son of a bitch

get the better of me,
and that will not happen again.

He didn't talk to you?

Taunt you?

After the car, everything went black.

Claire, you don't have to
take care of me. I'm fine.

Lincoln's worried.
I help you, I'm helping him,

and in case you're wondering,
Camden took your kettle corn.

Thank you.

Look, I wish I had more.

I wish Kate found trace.
I wish I knew the third clue,

but I have nothing else to offer.

We have to work from what we have:

the casing and the metal plate.

- It's a daguerreotype.
- A what?

A primitive photograph,
a process invented in 1839,

a photo developed on
a silver-plated copper surface

sensitized with iodine and
exposure to a mercury vapor.

- So what's the picture?
- Felix is working on that.

- I always wanted to do this.
- Glad someone's having fun.

We're exposing the plate
to mercury fumes,

and I have to fix the image

in a sodium thiosulfate solution.

Otherwise, it will disappear.

Thanks for the primer.
Trying to work the casing here.

- Anything?
- Nine millimeter Parabellum.

Striations say it was fired
from a Glock 17,

residue says sometime
within the last 12 hours.

Anything on Sellitto's clothes?

No trace I can pinpoint
to the Bone Collector,

and we still don't have a third clue.

I'm not sure how it works
if we only have two.

Maybe a little heat.

And as Monsieur Daguerre
himself might say, "Voilà".

I'm running an image search,
see if we can identify them.

Stephen A. Halsey, noted
fur trader from the mid-1800s.

Go on.

Halsey also famously sold
his land to John Jacob Astor,

the wealthiest man in America
at the time.

It became what is now known
as Astoria, New York.

Astoria.

Okay. So we have the location.

And with the shell, we have
a possible murder weapon.

The problem is
we don't have a third clue.

Still a little shaken up is all.

Amelia, get Sellitto
to the nearest emergency room.

I'm telling you,
you're overreacting, Lincoln.

And I'm telling you,
it's like what you said.

You don't exactly know
what happened from the time

you were taken to the time you woke up.

He injected you with something.

It's also possible
there was something else

in the shell casing
besides just a bullet.

If we all know Peter Taylor,

I don't think we interrupted
him before his third clue.

It's you. You're the third clue.

Look, I'm fine, Amelia.
Just take me home.

Sellitto, shut up. Sit down.

NYPD emergency,

I need a doctor, and I need them now.

- What's the problem?
- No, it's not for me.

It's for him.

Sellitto?

Oh, my God.

We need a doctor, now!

Doc!

Sir, sir! Can you hear me?

- What do we got?
- Unresponsive.

What's his status?

Don't look so surprised.

He's my partner eight years.

You think I'm not coming down here

to tell him to wake the hell up?

He, uh...

he's stable for now.

Lincoln, they still
don't know what it is.

I hate hospitals.

When I was...

injured,

I was in a bed like this for an eternity.

They told me I had visitors,
but I turned them away.

Sellitto kept coming back no matter

how many times I told him no.

I think he thought I didn't
want him there

because I blamed him.

But that wasn't it.

I was angry I couldn't be
what I used to be.

Three years, I felt that way.

He kept coming,

kept trying...

and finally, he brought me you.

Well, he needed you.

And you needed him.

Coming here, I realize
why he kept coming.

It's not guilt, but pity.

It's friendship.

I'm here to give him mine.

I think you should tell him that.

I just did.

How is Eric taking it?

He knows we've got this.

Said he has a job to do.

He's not going to leave my family.

- Atropa belladonna.
- That's the poison?

And they can treat it.
They're on their way.

I lit a fire.

Okay, so it's a plant
with highly toxic berries.

And quite a tradition of use
in murders and assassinations.

He... he's gonna be okay.

They're treating him
with physostigmine now,

which has its own complications, but...

But he's strong, he's pig-headed,

and he will not let the... Peter win.

Okay, so we have the third clue:

belladonna, somewhere in Astoria,

and a shell casing from a Glock 17.

I don't know.

Okay, think.

This is about you,
so just let your mind drift.

It'll come to you.

I know that. I just...

Belladonna, I'm drawing a blank.

I-I've got your journal here,
so let's...

let's work it through.

Has a long history of use as a poison.

Ancient Roman warriors would

apply it to the tips of their arrows.

Macbeth used belladonna to poison

the troops of Harold Harefoot,

King of England, forcing them
to retreat to their ships.

It's used in medicines,
in cosmetics, in eye drops.

Women used to use it to dilate
the pupils of their eyes

so they could appear more seductive.

Belladonna, it's also referred to

as deadly nightshade.

It's a perennial herbaceous plant.

Wait, what's it called?

Nightshade, deadly nightshade.

Why?

- You know what it is.
- I know what it is.

I know where it is, and I know who.

- Amelia?
- The Nightshade Cafe

in Astoria...

it's the new name of the diner
where my parents were killed

with a 9-millimeter
round fired by a Glock 17.

That makes no sense. It's
indicating you. You're right here.

I know, and I just called Rachel.

She's safe, but I'm going.

The hell you are. He's targeting you.

Taunting us, yes,

but what I know is
that there's someone out there,

someone out there that I can
save if I get there in time,

just like we saved Sellitto,

just like we saved
that woman at Grand Central.

You're not going.

Sellitto is out of commission,

and Eric isn't leaving your family.

Lincoln, I need your eyes and ears

in that cafe to end this once for all.

The ESU...

The ESU could destroy evidence

if they go in there alone.
That's what you always tell me.

The answer is no.

I am not asking you, Lincoln.

Whoever he has there tied up or poisoned

or clinging to life,

I can stop it,

and I can stop another person
from dying in that damn diner.

You need to talk her
through this, Lincoln.

I couldn't talk her out of it.

You think I can talk her through it?

Yes, I do. She's waiting for it.

Amelia, all that this place means to you,

everything it represents,

you need to put it away now.

- I'm fine.
- No, you're not fine,

but you can do this.

All right. Okay.

It's just another...

restaurant.

The restaurant where the Bone
Collector may have laid a trap,

so you are to hang back
and let ESU do their job.

Yes, sir.

If we see something to help, fine.

No chances, no risks.

- Kitchen's clear.
- Bathroom's clear.

Amelia.

Amelia.

All right, show me the room.

Okay.

What do you see? Just let me see it.

Okay.

Amelia, stay with me on this.

But if this is about you,

tell me what's the same,
what's different.

The layout.

It's the same.

The decor, everything,
it's... it's Lasky's.

Okay.

- Now, where did it happen?
- Lincoln.

He's brought you here for a reason.

Where did it happen?

It was right here.

Julie, she was coming to our table.

She was smiling at me.
Then she brought us the check.

Whitehead came in,
and when he called her name,

she turned...

And he shot her.

My father stood up

and tried to stop it, and he shot him.

And my mother leaned in to shield me...

And she got shot. It was here.

He shot them right here.

There's something on that
smoke alarm right there.

Tell her not to move!

Wait, don't move!

I felt something when
I stood on the booth.

- Can you see what it is?
- Tell her to get out of there.

- Amelia.
- It's the job, Lincoln.

You would do it if you were here.

Now work with me.

Don't move.

What is it?

It's a trigger, a wire going down.

Here, help me get this up.

Device!

Set a perimeter!
Don't let anyone else out!

- What is it?
- What it is is the same device

from the warehouse the day I fell.

Well, what is it?
Why didn't the dogs smell it?

The dogs have to be trained
for each substance.

A-234 is a Russian nerve agent, Novichok.

Lincoln, you know what this is.

You did it before,
and you know how to disarm it.

Tell me what you did.

- I pulled the white wire.
- That just means...

That means we don't know.

He knows I know that stopped him then,

so is it the red wire this time,

the green one, or would he think

I think it's the other wires,
so it's white again?

Or is it neither? Well, you stop it,

and the floor falls out from under you.

We have to make a choice.
She can't stand here forever.

- Lincoln.
- Not now, Claire!

This is exactly your problem, Lincoln.

You're always looking for me,
but you never really see me.

- Lincoln, do you copy?
- What do you say, Lincoln?

Let's see how she does on her own.

- Lincoln!
- Can she do it without

the great Lincoln Rhyme in her ear?

- It's over, Peter. You won.
- I know.

It's me you want. Kill me, not Amelia.

But I didn't come here to kill you.

- I came here to watch you...
- Lincoln, I need your help!

- Watch her die.
- Lincoln, do you copy?

Not just a fiery death, no.

You know what happens with nerve gas?

- Seizures...
- Lincoln, do you copy?

Respiratory paralysis, bradycardia, coma,

and yes, eventually death.

But I want to watch you watch
every awful moment.

Lincoln, what do I do?

Can you hear me?

Come on, Lincoln. I need you.

Why are you doing this?

He forced me to take
what I love the most!

I'm returning a favor!

Lincoln, what wire do I choose?

Everything means something.
Everything means something.

Whatever I choose is going to set

the Bone Collector's trap in motion.

It doesn't matter what I pick.

It's not designed for me to win.

Clear!

Clear the cafe now!
It's going to blow! Move!

Everybody, clear the cafe!
It's going to blow!

If I move, I'll trigger the bomb.

You set the bomb in motion,

but I don't think this has
anything to do with you.

This is about me and the bomb.

You have to go.

I need you to get down

so you can help clear the area.

Time is running out. Move now!

Look at her, about to die in
the same spot her parents died.

I can do this.

- How tragically poetic.
- Well, she was right.

The wire didn't matter. Did it?

Of course not.

- I have the trigger right here.
- Lincoln?

Lincoln, come on.
I need to know you're there.

You know why I didn't know
you were the Bone Collector?

You... you are so insignificant.

It only proves my point:

your need to make others believe

you're more than you are.

Huh. And I should...

what, cry?

Crack? Change my mind?

Lincoln, I can't do this without you.

Let's take her out of her misery.

Please don't do it. Please don't...

You are evil.

Yeah.

You are about to find out
how right you are.

She's next, Lincoln, in her trip down

Kill Everyone You Care About Lane.

So what shall it be:

slit her throat
or take her out the front door?

- Which scares you more, Claire?
- Mm...

Uggh...

Oh, please.

What is this?

Autonomic dysreflexia.

- Well, can you make it stop?
- I don't know.

It can kill him if I don't try.

You have to save him!

This is not how he's going to die!

He needs nitroglycerin medication.

It's over there on the tray.

Well, get it!

Officer Sachs!

Lib, go get an EMT. You're okay. Come on.

You're okay. Shh.

Is everyone okay?

Thanks to you, everyone got out.

HAZMAT is sealing it off.
What were you doing in there?

I think the Bone Collector
was watching me

through my camera, so I took it off.

I made it look like I was still in there.

So watching you how?

There's only one explanation.

The Bone Collector got to Lincoln.

Get a team to Lincoln's apartment!

Drew, Lib, let's go right now!

- Quick!
- Mm... mm...

You're not going to die.

Stay with me.

Stay with Claire.

Stay with me, Lincoln. Stay with me!

Stay with me!

Stay with me.

Stay with me, stay with me.

Stay with me.

There, there. This will help.

Look, he's settling.

That's enough.

- Aah!
- NYPD is pulling up.

You'll never get past them.

Bitch! Oh... ugh!

This isn't over.

Fire escape.

- He's gone.
- They're close.

Maybe they'll catch him. Are you okay?

All thanks to you.

I thought that was real, your attack.

Well, if you didn't believe
it, he wouldn't either.

- Call Amelia.
- Mm.

Oh, my God.

- Lincoln?
- You're alive.

You're alive.

I thought the Bone Collector got there.

I sent FBI.

He was. He was.

He's gone. He heard them coming.

He got away. He could be anywhere.

- We'll get him, Lincoln.
- I know.

We have to.

We're fine in here, Lincoln.
We're holed up tight.

- And you're okay, Lincoln?
- Now that I see you're safe.

We are. Camden is fast asleep.

Wore him out playing Fortnite.

Ha. That's good.

But I need you to do
something for me, Eric.

I want the three of you out of there.

Coordinate with the department.

I want you far away, out of the city.

Copy that, and I'm glad
you're okay, Lincoln,

and that Sellitto is, too.
I hear he's awake and alert.

I knew he'd pull through.
He's too stubborn to die.

Lincoln.

Come with us. You want us to be safe.

I want to know you're safe.

You know I can't do that.

Well, you can, but I know you won't.

Naia, this is my fight.
I've got to finish it.

Look. I got to go. I'll see you all soon.

Lincoln, be careful, please.

Detective Rhyme, Agent Beresford.

You're taking over for Cutter.

Picking up where she left off.

Just came from the Nightshade.

No casualties, thanks to Amelia.

She was a hero.

I know, but Peter Taylor
is still out there.

NYPD is on full alert.
I got agents all throughout

the city checking bridges,
tunnels, trains.

- He's not leaving the city.
- Because he's hurt?

No, because he's not done.

Rest assured, he's not
getting near you again.

If you want to get him,

I need to work this crime scene..

And my team is here.

Thank you.

Are you ready?

Well, I just talked to Rachel.

She's 200 miles away in Rhode Island.

My head is in the game. I'm ready.

Good.

Then let's get 'im.

So what's his next move?

I want to know
what your gut tells you now.

Well, he went after Cutter,
Sellitto, me and Claire,

so my gut tells me

that he wants you to watch
everyone you care about die.

Which is why I have them protected.

So what does he do then?

A great detective once told me

to follow the evidence.

I think we just caught a break.

He yanked the scissors out
while he was running.

Claire got him through
his jacket, into his shoulder.

Maybe he left a trace
when he yanked it out.

You sure this is a good idea?

Bone Collector got to Lincoln.

No way I'm wasting
another second in this place.

But the doctor said that you...

I don't care what the doctor said.

I need to get to the precinct.

Now, what evidence did you find
at Lincoln's apartment?

The lab is running trace as we speak.

Should get the results
within an hour or so.

Okay. Good because we got something else

we need to deal with right now.

How did the Bone Collector
know so much about me,

Amelia and the team,
and how the hell did he know

what cold cases we were investigating?

I had a lot of time
lying there in that bed.

I dug. I figured it out.

Between us, I think they're
going to catch him this time.

They have something new.

Crosby Wilson, NYPD records,

he had access to all
our investigative requests,

and he went to the police
academy with Peter Taylor.

You think he's in on it?

I've been on the phone
trying to find out.

Nobody's seen him
since the news broke yesterday

about the Bone Collector's identity.

If you get his phone number,

- I can ping him.
- Okay.

Crosby Wilson is nowhere to be found.

And his car is parked
in the middle of nowhere?

And the phone pings here for hours.

I see his phone.

No one leaves their phone.
You know what that means.

Well, that's a welcome surprise.

Wait. So his car is just dumped here.

Crosby could be anywhere.

I got a bad feeling.

- It's him.
- How are we supposed to

find clues in all of that?

He wasn't here to leave clues.

Look at the burn marks, fingernails.

Crosby was tortured for information.

What information?

I don't know, but he had access

to every file in the NYPD,
every case, every detail,

and now the Bone Collector has it.

I'm working on Crosby Wilson's laptop.

Why is my file here?

All our files.

Crosby gave him everything about us.

You were right.

That's how he knew about Nightshade.

- And my wedding.
- What did Crosby

- think he was doing?
- Apparently, he liked to

comb files, solve cases
before the detectives.

It was a game, but he had no idea

who he was playing the game with.

Can you figure out what
information he accessed last?

- I'm trying.
- Unfortunately, what I found

from the jacket fibers won't help much.

We got Peter Taylor's blood and skin,

but the only thing of note is
a high concentration of Freon.

- Air-conditioning fluid.
- Yeah, aerosol propellant.

I mean, cars, refrigerators.

I can see if I can find
a specific chemical signature,

try to trace it to the manufacturer.

But it's used everywhere.

- Right.
- So we figure out

what Peter Taylor wanted from Crosby.

Well, clearly something
Crosby didn't want him to know.

He must have realized
who he was dealing with.

But too late.

Oh, my God. That's it.

The vehicle ID...

assigned to the Detective
Bureau Task Force.

He knows Naia and Camden are being moved.

I'll call it in.

DB task force on the air?

DB task force... go ahead.

We need to pull over...
been a change of plans.

What do you mean?

The kind we shouldn't discuss
on the air with your passengers.

Is everything okay?

Sit tight. I'll go talk to him.

I don't like this.
We're exposed out here.

Keep a watch out through the glass.

If anyone approaches, take the hell off.

Don't worry about me.

Ah!

Stay down!

Take this. Keep it hidden, okay?

- Keep it hidden.
- Okay.

Stay down.

Aah...

Shh, shh, shh.

Eric's phone is going
straight to voicemail.

Backup is two minutes out.

No. No, no, no, no.

What? Amelia, turn on the camera.

It's the driver.

Where the hell are Camden and Naia?

- They're gone! He took them.
- He's dead.

Need to call an ambulance!
Oh, my God... Eric!

Central, 10-13, 10-13!

- Eric, pal, it's okay.
- Officer down.

Woodland Grove Courtland.

I need an ambulance now.

- 10-13!
- Copy that.

Hang in there, buddy. Stay with me.

Stay with me.

He took... took the cruiser.

- He took the police cruiser?
- Yeah.

We'll get it. We'll get it.

There was a lead cruiser in the detail.

Taylor must have overtaken the officer.

- Eric, I'm right here.
- Central?

Stay with me.

I need a statewide BOLO
on a Peter Taylor.

- Stay with me!
- He could be driving

in an NYPD cruiser.

You're not going to die on me, buddy.

You're not going to die on me.

W... w... watch...

Watch?

Watch what? Watch what?

Hey!

Eric.

Eric, I'm right here.

Eric.

Eric.

His family came
from the Dominican Republic.

His old man was a cop in the five one.

Caught a bullet coming out
of a JCPenny on Baychester.

Eric was just a kid then.

Had to grow up fast. You know?

Yeah.

He said it made him strong...

Gave him a purpose to be a detective.

I'm going to miss you, my friend.

I'm so sorry.

We have to get him, Amelia.

We have to hurt him.

Make him suffer.

I want to destroy him.

I'm here for you, Lincoln.

He's taken everything, Claire...

everything I love.

They're going to find him.
I know they will.

- Lincoln, found the cruiser.
- Show me.

- Did you know him?
- Kirby.

Looks like a rookie.

Bastard kills three cops
in broad daylight.

Probably waited outside the safe house.

When Kirby made contact with Eric,

Taylor snuck in the back
of the cruiser, used a garrote.

A padlock and a number sequence

- on a piece of paper.
- He left us clues.

Still playing his damn games.

Two clues. Why only two clues?

Numbers on the paper.

Numbers and the paper
could be two separate clues.

May be our only way
to find Naia and Camden.

Probably stole another car.
I'll call it in.

Your eyes are almost a light ash.

Where's my son?

He's safe, alive, for now.

What was it like to be married
to the great Lincoln Rhyme?

Wait. You were never married to him.

He couldn't let go
of his first love: himself.

Lincoln's going to find us.

Still in denial right to the end, so sad.

If only he'd been
a little less self-involved.

- You are meaningless to him.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh,

shh, shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

You need to conserve your energy.

I turned the temperature
down to 3 degrees.

Hypothermia will set in soon.

If Lincoln is as good as he says he is,

he'll save you.

But he isn't.

Oh, God. Oh.

Update from Sellitto:

FBI and PD are ripping
through traffic cams,

CCTV, security footage, police reports,

searching for any sign
of a stolen vehicle.

We don't wait... while they do
their work, we do ours.

- Evidence?
- Padlock is basic:

laminated steel with a simple
tumbler release mechanism.

It's sold anywhere and everywhere.

- Felix?
- Running Heap's algorithm

to test every permutation
of the string of numbers.

Looking for a pattern.

- Anything stand out?
- Not so far.

Well, the paper is bond stock
butcher paper.

It's uncoated,
120 grams per square meter.

It's used for art projects,
meat and cheese wraps.

- It's common as dirt.
- Prints? Trace?

I have what look like skin cells.

- Running them now.
- Okay. Got a number pattern.

Sequence matches the
shipping number of a package.

- What package?
- Tracking, hurrying.

Got it! In transit from Boise, Idaho,

scheduled to arrive in Manhattan
District Center tomorrow before 10.

- What is it?
- It's a box.

12x12x12 from Ernie's Sports Memorabilia.

A box of what, Felix?

There's no description
of contents, no insurance.

It's addressed to you here.

- Find that package!
- It's airborne.

Intercept the flight!

The FAA is never going to allow that!

- I need that third clue!
- Lincoln, your blood pressure.

- Not now.
- You'll have an attack,

a real one this time.

I don't care about my blood pressure.

I need to find my son.

I need to find Naia, and sitting here,

following the clues makes me
want to throw something,

hit something, kick something,
and I can't.

He took that away from me.

I won't let him take anything else.

Thanks.

You know, Eric took care of his family,

his siblings after their parents died.

I know. We had that in common.

I cannot imagine
how they're going to take this.

What did he mean, "watch"?

Maybe he was trying to warn us.

You know, watch out.

- Warning us about what?
- I don't know.

I can't get it out of my head,

seeing him like that,
holding his hand as he...

Watch what? Stay with me, buddy.

Eric!

- What?
- Watch... his watch,

his smartwatch that he wouldn't
shut up about, he just got it.

- Well, what about it?
- He wasn't wearing it.

He took it off. What if he gave it

to Camden or Naia so we could track them?

- Last location of the watch.
- Marcus Garvey Park, Harlem.

Problem is, the signal went dead.

Now maybe the Bone Collector found it,

turned it off or destroyed it.

But we know where he was at least.

Yes, we have an area.

With Sellitto and with me,

it was somewhere
that meant something to us.

Camden was born here.
Naia lived her whole life here.

How does that narrow things down?

Well, we have the padlock, butcher paper.

And a package we can't access.

We have something else... the
Freon from the Bone Collector,

I just finished trace on the paper.

It was butcher paper from a butcher.

The skin cells were meat,
specifically grass-fed beef.

Naia's father was a butcher,

part owner of a meat locker
near Morningside Park.

Freon used to keep the beef cold.

Padlock fits, too.

And the third clue
would've given us a location.

Ernie's Sports Memorabilia?

It's just some guy in his basement.

All right? He's not answering his phone.

That package could be anything,
but we don't need it.

We're ahead this time. Look.
Eric gave us an extra clue.

The meat locker
is near Marcus Garvey Park.

Harlem Meats... it's right by the park.

FBI alert: car with plates

matching to a stolen vehicle
spotted at Marcus Garvey Park.

We need to go now before
they freeze to death!

Lincoln, we got her.

- Naia.
- I don't see any wires.

It doesn't look rigged.

She's alive Lincoln... we got to
get her core temperature up.

Guys, in here!

Naia, it's okay. You're safe.
We're getting you out of here.

Where's Camden? Where's Camden?

Camden.

Lincoln, I don't see anything.

Give me a full 360. He's here.

Stop. See that light?

He left a note. "One last game.

You know where to find me. Come alone."

As far as I can tell, it's only a map.

There's nothing highlighted,

nothing circled, no X marks the spot.

Okay. Why does he think I'll know where?

Because it has meaning. Okay?
If this is his endgame,

then it's going to have meaning to you

just like the Marcy
had meaning to Sellitto,

just like the meat locker
had meaning to Naia.

The whole city has meaning to me:

where I trained, where I caught
the Tourist Killer.

The first body I found...
that was the Bone Collector!

The night we met.

Only good thing ever to
come out of the Bone Collector.

But it has to have meaning
to me and Camden.

It could be 100 things. I don't know.

Hospital says Naia's doing well:

minor frostbite, no cognitive loss.

But she has no idea where he took Camden?

No.

She said, "Please just find him."

Amelia, you understand Peter
Taylor almost as well as I do.

I need you to profile.

What does he do next?

What is Camden most afraid of?

He's a kid... it could be anything.

Yeah, but the Bone Collector
trapped me in

the scariest place I know...
my living nightmare.

He threatened to take me outside.

Okay. So is there a place on a map

that Camden is afraid of?

Kid had no fear until the Bone
Collector came into our lives.

The minute he saw his father

chasing a serial killer
all over New York...

Maybe it's that... it's the kills.
We know where those are.

Yeah. I can mark them off on the map.

I don't need them marked
to know where they are.

Give me a minute.

I have seen Camden afraid:

when he came to the hospital
and saw me this way.

- What hospital?
- Not the hospital.

Pull up the warehouse
where he did this to me.

- It should be right there.
- He erased it.

Well, the clue wasn't what is on the map.

It's what's not there.

He wants to take me back
to where this started.

That's where it ends.

- I'll call ESU.
- No. I have to go alone.

- You know that's a trap.
- Of course it's a trap.

I don't tell you how to do your job,

but dying is not going to help Camden.

You are not going in there alone.

No, I'm not. Amelia, get the camera rig.

You're going in alone, but we
are your eyes and your ears.

Okay. I can live with that.

What if he finds
you're rigged or takes it?

That's why I need your help.

We'll make adjustments.
I can't save Camden alone.

I can't catch the Bone Collector alone.

I didn't realize that three years ago.

This time, I do, and I'm not alone.

I know that bomb. Timer is not running.

Recognize that bomb, Lincoln?

It's one of our old favorites.

It's wired to the door.

Same is true for every other door.

If your friends try
and breach their way in,

there won't be enough
of them left to bury.

Bomb squad is here, Lincoln.
I'm bringing them the image.

No way he's had time to rig
the whole damn place.

Find another way in.

Hey. Hey! We got to get in there.

Kate, do the blueprints of
the warehouse tell us anything?

I'm looking. Maybe there's
a way around the bomb.

This place bring back old memories?

Only this time, you can't come up.

Find Camden, Lincoln. We
need to see more of the setup

to figure out how to get him out.

No need to hide... I came
alone... mano a mano.

You're earlier than I expected.

We were able to find Naia
without your damn clues.

Good thing I saved
the worst for the last.

You won't save your son.

So many things in life
bring us full circle.

Camden!

- What did you do to him?
- Oh, my God.

Gave him a harmless little sleeping pill.

He was talking too much,
like father, like son.

- Let him go!
- Come on, Lincoln.

You know the game.

You figure out how to set him
free before I switch the remote

for the trap door and he falls through.

You think it'll crush
his spinal cord like you did

or just die while you watch?

Ticktock, Lincoln. The end is nigh.

You know you're not getting out of this.

I realize that. I kill him. I kill you.

Then when they breach their way inside,

- I'll die in the rubble...
- Got the remote?

- The clear winner and loser.
- Got it.

Our names inextricably
linked together forever.

Researching.

Let me ask you something, Lincoln.

Have you figured it out yet... why?

What you've done to deserve all this?

- You want to know the truth?
- Lincoln,

Felix needs more time with the remote.

Sellitto needs more time
with the bomb squad.

You need to keep him talking,

so you have to let him
draw the story out.

I haven't figured it out,
so if I'm going to die

for my sins, you might as well
tell me what they are.

Sabin Baldridge.

Killed four women at Coney Island.

I cracked that case at the Academy.

I cracked that case at the Academy!

I did! You were always
so full of yourself.

You never saw any of the other students.

You just cared about you
being the smartest person

in the room. It was a competition.

We had 24 hours, and I solved it first!

I walked in to tell Captain Olsen

that Sabin Baldridge was our man,

but you pushed right by me
and shouted the answer!

I'm hacking the remote.

I can jam the signal,
but I need a few more seconds.

We don't have a few more seconds.

If the bomb blows,
you'll be in blast range.

I wanted to show how valuable I was,

but instead...
I got cut from the Academy.

The program was designed
to weed out students!

We all knew that.

You think if I said
Sabin Baldridge first,

I wouldn't have been head of the class?

No, because if you had it in you,

you would've gotten
the answer before I did.

You're baiting me.

I've got the power here.
This is my power.

He's covering... he was killing
before the Academy.

- Got something.
- Blaming me.

Do you actually believe that?

Because we both know you were killing

years before you met me.
It's who you are.

You think you understand me, Lincoln?

There's a faster way.

Maintenance record show
there's an exhaust ceiling

that removed for repairs
three weeks ago... it's a way in.

All right. Stand down.
We're going to try another way.

Your new partner, Amelia Sachs,

give you statistics on people like me?

- There are no people like me!
- You think you're special?

Do you think the
childhood trauma you endured

is worse than others?

You think the compulsion you
feel is different than others?

You want to know the truth?
I just tried it...

and I liked it, and...

I don't know why.

Ask Amelia. She'll tell you.
It's what makes me me!

Lincoln, keep him talking. His wife.

You're not fully human.

A man who could take his wife and squeeze

the life out of her,
cut off her fingers...

I didn't kill Danielle! You did!

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

You'd like it to be my fault!

You chose to kill her,

the one person who ever loved you!

- Stop it!
- Admit it.

The compulsion came over you,
and you killed her.

It was fun for you.
You killed your own wife

- because you liked it!
- No, I didn't!

Stop talking about her! Stop it!

Recognize this, Lincoln?

Can you hear me?

I should've killed you
with this three years ago.

Now I'm going to do it

after you watch Camden fall.

- Please.
- To join you.

- Please don't.
- It'll all be over soon.

Please don't! Don't!

Felix, is it done?

- Seconds away.
- Please don't!

Are they coming, Lincoln?

Are your friends coming to save you?

Have they been watching us?

Are you wearing
that clever little camera?

Yes, you are, aren't you?
Okay. That's fine.

♪ Every day, it's getting... ♪

I want to say something
to Detective Sellitto!

You were too late three years ago!

You're going to be too late today!

Sellitto, Sachs, say good-bye to Lincoln.

- Ugh!
- Aah! Aah!

Aah!

♪ True love from me ♪

♪ Every day, things are getting closer ♪

♪ Going faster than a roller coaster ♪

What have you done?

Lincoln!

Get Camden.

Hey. Wake up. Hey. Hey. You're okay.

Guess we weren't too late.

He's going to help you. Okay?

Kate put a fast-acting
paralytic in the camera.

Tell me... how does it feel

to be trapped inside your own body?

Already you can't feel
your arms or your legs.

What I wanted: for you to die.

But that would be giving you
what you wanted,

so now you'll go to trial
for all that you've done

so people can see you lost.

You failed.

- You did it, Lincoln.
- No. We did it.

We all did it.

Peter Taylor, you're under arrest.

Naia, I'm sorry for putting you
and Camden in jeopardy.

My life, what I do...

Lincoln, the doctor said
it would be best for him

to stay where he feels safe,

and he wanted to be here with you.

I told Mom you'd come.

You'd save us both, and you did.

He's going to be in jail
for the rest of his life.

You don't have to be afraid anymore.

Maybe we can move back here, to New York.

We'll talk about that later.

Why don't you focus on getting some rest?

I'll come back and check on you in a bit.

There's someone I have to thank.

I'd like to raise a toast to my partner,

Detective Eric Castillo, a good cop,

a hero who left us today,
much too soon...

But he helped us catch
the Bone Collector.

He put his life on the line
to protect my family.

I am forever grateful.

To Eric!

To Eric!

Amelia, will you do the
honor, the end-of-watch call?

Yeah.

Central, 10-84,

we are present at the location.

DB task force, DB task force.

All units be advised:
Detective Eric Castillo

was killed in the line of duty today.

Detective Castillo is now
10-42, gone but not forgotten.

Eric, we have the watch from here.

Present arms.

Order arms.

I really can't face going home right now.

How about another round?

I'm in.

Where did this package come from?

I didn't see this earlier.
It's addressed to you, Lincoln.

12x12x12.

The third clue?

Well, how is that possible?

Well, it's been tampered with.

Someone must have intercepted it.

Yeah, but how did they get it here?

The Bone Collector is locked up.

Phone?

Hello?

Congratulations on catching
the Bone Collector, Lincoln.

Sorry about your friend.
You and your esteemed team

trying to figure out if you know me.

Let me give you a little clue. You do.

How'd you get this package?

You really do need to
upgrade your security, Felix.

What do you want?

I have a murder for you to solve.

- What murder?
- If you'd kindly step outside,

all will be clear.

I'll check the roof.

You think you can catch me, Lincoln?

Think again.