Lincoln Rhyme: Hunt for the Bone Collector

- Previously on "Lincoln Rhyme"...

Lincoln, wait for backup.

- -

No, no, no!

Lincoln, can you hear me?

I want you to hear the sound of being just not smart enough.

- I'm ready for another shot at the bastard

who put me in this bed.

Stop!

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

- You want the experience of being at a crime scene

without ever leaving your bed?

It's my sister.

Rachel.

They're all right.

They're both all right.

- It's him, isn't it? The Bone Collector.

He's still out there.

It'll all be over soon.

There's nothing like the perfect gift

for an old friend.

You're gonna play a very big part in things.

Oh, yes, you will.

Are you alive in there?

- How long have you been knocking?

A while.

Well, aren't you gonna invite me in?

I'm...

running sensitive tests in here.

You might contaminate the findings.

- Oh, yeah, busiest forensic tech in Colorado.

But you still need to eat.

I made you a panini.

With that melted cheese you like.

- You're right. I forgot all about eating.

Thank you.

- I feel like you've been shutting me out lately.

No, not at all.

I- I get focused on what I'm doing,

and I lose track of time.

I'm sorry you feel like that.

- It is really good to see you invested in your work again.

It's my life's blood.

Okay. I'm going.

Bye.

Ready for the big reveal?

Behold.

We're gonna be able to process forensic evidence right here.

And by "we," I mean me.

- Thank you, Kate. What about ballistics?

- I have a high-speed camera, but unless your building

is zoned for a firing range, I think that happens downtown.

Fair enough.

Man, look at that chair.

That is a thing of beauty.

Someone enhanced that with upgrades, didn't they?

Oh, right. That was me.

- More importantly, Felix, the notebooks?

20 years of your notes

cataloguing every infinitesimal detail of the city,

every forensic observation, every case,

all digitized by 9:00 a.m. tomorrow,

our first official day as a task force.

- Excellent. - Any idea where we start?

What kind of cases we'll be handling?

- The cases the chief and commissioner feel

they can't solve through typical NYPD channels.

But I've been going through files on my own.

I have some candidates.

- He's been going through files till all hours.

This is my work, Claire.

- And my work is keeping you healthy.

You remember what Dr. Trask said.

My toe.

Two weeks, I can still control dorsiflexion.

Functionally speaking, unimportant.

An accomplishment nonetheless.

Which is my point.

You diving back into work, while a good thing,

will add stress, which will undo your progress.

- You don't think going back to work is a good idea?

- I just want you to realize you have a choice.

Lincoln, we got a case.

- Looks like we're starting a day early.

- We have our first assignment.

- Here's what we know at the moment.

NYPD has a unit that monitors various dark sites

related to serial killers, their acolytes.

They found this on a site on the dark web.

Mankind is not kind.

People are self-involved.

Man's hubris is out of control.

Man's villainy and depravity can no longer be tolerated.

It is time for The Wrath of the Gods

to make things right.

- Wrath of the Gods is the serial killer

who struck in three cities.

Started in Amsterdam in 2008,

then Boston, Chicago.

- Each time, the first murder is followed by a spree,

a series of killings for at least a week.

- The killer is telling us he's in New York.

- Yes. Upping the ante.

This time he's streaming live.

- Oh, my God. - Felix.

Working to track the feed.

It's being passed through servers.

It's pinging all over the place--

Bosnia, Malta.

- I can't watch. - We have to.

It's how we'll know where to find the evidence.

Couldn't get a location.

Move past it.

Our job now is to take apart that video.

Find the girl, and we find her killer.

Kate? - I'm on the bathroom.

Bathtub, windows.

Felix?

I'll run facial recognition,

break down the ambient noise.

- Eric? - I'm getting the files

from all the old cases.

- Sellitto? - Killer's live-streaming

for a reason.

He's playing to his acolytes, building followers.

I'll work that angle.

Welcome to the team, Amelia.

- Is every day gonna be like this?

Some days will be worse.

Like the day your sister was taken.

- Not sure you're selling this very well.

I won't sugarcoat it.

This can be rough, but I can promise you,

you work with me, you will save people.

And what about you?

Are you really ready to get back in the game

after everything it's cost you?

- I thought losing the use of my arms and legs

was the worst thing the Bone Collector did to me.

But it wasn't.

I let him take what I did. Who I am.

I'm getting that back.

I'm not going to walk again,

but I can do this better than anyone.

With your help.

I got a hit.

- You got facial recognition that fast?

- Victim's all over social media.

Delila Towne, AKA NYC underscore Delila.

- Is she some kind of celebrity?

- Apparently, she's a wannabe influencer.

Every post is either a selfie or vanity shot.

- Got an address. Queens.

All right, let's hit it.

Amelia, wait.

I upgraded your camera rig.

Smaller, improved audio,

wider aperture, more pixels.

Mute can be your friend.

You can turn it off anytime you want.

Thanks, Felix.

You're a lifesaver.

- The killer was making a point.

Vanity.

Let me see the body.

Seen enough?

Show me the flowers.

Some sort of daffodil?

It's narcissus.

Narcissus?

- The flower and the girl. Narcissus.

Fell in love with his own image.

Died next to a pool of water so self-obsessed,

he wouldn't leave his own reflection.

The killer was reenacting the gods' justice.

- Serious profiling opportunity.

Hey.

A feather?

Get it back to Kate.

- Delila Towne, 24 years old,

been living here six months.

No security to speak of,

wasn't hard for the killer to get in.

What do you make of that?

- Those are mythological figures.

Each panel tells the story of a myth.