The Bone Collector

How's it look?

The cop's body's about 300 yards down in an abandoned tunnel.

- Howie? - Right behind you, captain.

Keep back till I process the scene, okay?

Watch out! It's falling!

So where the hell is the car?

I don't know.

That's the last time I take a goddamn red eye.

We can take a cab.

I'm gonna fire this son of a bitch. He's always got some excuse.

Well, come on. We'll be home before you know it.

Yeah.

Excuse me?

Excuse me, I think you're going the wrong way.

Excuse me.

Honey. Honey. Honey, wake up.

We're lost or he's taking us for a ride.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

Where the hell you going? I said Fifth Avenue.

We're not tourists here, man!

Hey, where are you going?

Let us out. Stop the car!

Stop this car!

Shit!

Oh, my God.

Son of a bitch!

Stop the goddamn car!

- Please! - Stop the car!

Stop this car, goddamn it!

Stop this car!

Good morning.

You're looking a little dehydrated. How about some juice?

How about two fingers of vodka?

A little early for vodka, don't you think?

Time, as you know, is a relative consideration.

- Juice. - Vodka.

- Juice. - Vodka.

Juice.

- Coming! - Join me in a drink, Richard?

I'd love to. But a med-tech with liquor on his breath? I think not.

- Thanks. - So how are you?

I'm better than your heart-pacing gear.

Every time, it's skewed further out of spec. You really need a new unit.

I really need a new body.

I can't help you with that, but I'll bring a new unit by tomorrow.

This'll be stable till then.

- Thank you. - You take it easy.

I'll take it any way I can get it.

- How's he doing? - He asked for vodka again.

- Did you give him any? - No.

- Good morning, doctor. - Hi, Richard.

Hey, would you look at this?

- A peregrine falcon, am I right? - Yup.

He likes cripples.

There was a piece about them in The Times the other day...

nesting all over the city.

Something about the architecture of these old New York buildings.

I thought he liked my company.

They're a little shy. Don't take it personally.

Can I get you a drink?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

Bed mode.

- Got vodka in there? - No.

And you ain't getting any either.

All right, I'll let you guys talk.

So you can imagine how much sleep I've gotten the past few days...

considering your request.

Since I made my decision, I've been sleeping like a baby.

After all you have survived, beat all the odds...

you know there's work on nerve regeneration every day.

One finger, two shoulders and a brain. That's all I have, Barry.

These dysreflexia seizures are occurring more often.

The build up of fluid in my spine is a degenerative condition.

We know I'm waiting for the seizure that'll make me a vegetable.

I don't wanna be a vegetable, Barry.

I want to make the final transition on my own terms.

I'll get it done with or without you.

Yeah. Yeah, I suppose you would.

So?

- Okay. - Okay what?

Okay, I'll assist you...

- in your final transition. - Today?

There are preparations to be made. This is not a flu shot.

My business is in order. My bags are packed.

Besides, I've got a medical conference to go to.

I've got a plane to catch.

You're lying.

When do you get back?

Sunday.

Okay. Sunday.

I'll see you then.

Get out before you change your mind.

Don't get up. I'll show myself out.

Yeah, I'll race you to the door.

Barry...

You are...

a very good friend.

Amelia?

- Hey. - Hey.

Morning.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I just couldn't sleep.

- What time is it? - It's early.

I'll be late for work. I gotta shower.

No, you don't. Stay here.

I gotta go.

Make breakfast?

No, thanks. I'm gonna be late.

Another slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am?

All right, look...

My therapist tells me...

I might not be getting what I need out of this relationship.

What are we doing here?

I think you and me, we make a great couple.

You know where I stand on this.

You know what I want.

Steve, we've been through this.

All right? I care about you.

I can't make a commitment.

Well, go to work then.

You're gonna be late.

- You're quitting the cops? - I'm transferring to Youth Services.

Lucky fuck. You must have one hell of a rabbi.

- We're gonna miss you. - 3-post-11 here.

Frightened child at Amtrak site.

I'll take it.

Kid found something over at the tracks.

- Finish eating. I'll check it out. - See you, kid.

3-post-11, anything further on that 10-10?

Nothing yet.

Wait. I think I see him.

Are you the one who called the police?

Wait there, okay?

Are you out of your mind?

Just shut off the engine.

There's been a homicide. I can't let you through.

I'm Amelia. What's your name?

- Chris. - Chris. Hey.

I got a job for you. Here's money.

I need you to buy me one of those cheapo cardboard cameras.

You know, the ones you can throw away?

Okay. Fast as you can.

3-post-11 to Central.

Captain Cheney, Detective Solomon.

First officer on the scene is over there.

On the tracks near the body.

I collected it before it was washed away.

- I also took some pictures. - Thanks.

You stopped the train?

It might have disturbed the physical evidence.

Why not shut down Grand Central while you're at it?

Patrolman Donahue. Is that right?

Donaghy.

- A rookie, I take it. - No, sir.

Pretty dumb.

Captain, guess who the vic is?

- Talk to me. - Alan fucking Rubin.

- Mister "Rebuild New York" himself? - Yeah.

Great.

No one enters this area except for my crime scene guys.

Knight to H6. Check.

You got company. Cops.

- Tell them I'm busy. - They said it was urgent.

Tell them I'm out running.

She's too polite for that, Linc.

Hey, look who's here!

I caught a serious situation.

It's going around, Paulie.

Chief Murphy sent me.

The good chief.

Heard about that couple at the airport? Got in a taxi, never got home?

He don't watch the news.

You used to read four papers a day and tape the news shows.

Yeah, now I just hit the rewind button. A3.

Things never change.

That was Alan Rubin and his wife in that taxi.

They found him dead, buried, shot in the face...

hand sticking out of the ground with his wife's ring on his finger...

which was skinned to the bone.

She's still missing.

Excuse me while you catch up.

Don't go too far.

We'll be letting these nice gentlemen out in 30 seconds.

Sounds like you got yourself an open-and-shut there.

I don't think so.

A man worth several hundred million found dead...

his wife's ring on his mutilated hand.

What's that tell you?

The doer is saying he's got her.

He's probably making a ransom demand right now.

- I'd have been paged. - Check your batteries.

It's definitely a ransom.

Excuse me, Mr. Rhyme. Kenneth Solomon.

I've read all your books. Scene of the Crime, at least a dozen times.

It's great to meet you.

- Where do you find these guys? - They wanna work with the best.

I guess now you're gonna ask me to discuss the crime scene with you.

We got a bunch of physical evidence that doesn't exactly make sense.

Some seriously weird stuff. It's all in the report.

- Thelma? - You okay?