Lincoln Rhyme: Hunt for the Bone Collector

Lincoln, we're five minutes out.

You're already inside, aren't you?

We've been chasing him for five years.

Yeah, well, you can wait five more minutes.

Sounds of distress coming from upstairs.

He's got a victim with him.

Lincoln, wait for backup.

You ever consider the possibility

that someone out there might be smarter than you?

I suppose anything's possible.

Male victim, alive, wired to a device with a timer.

- A device? - You mean like a bomb?

Yeah.

Exactly like a bomb.

You gonna tell me how to defuse it?

- What? - You don't.

You wait for backup. We're three minutes out.

He doesn't have three minutes.

I'm Detective Lincoln Rhyme. I'm gonna get you out of this.

Three wires, red, white, and green,

connecting the victim to a serious-looking canister.

Everything means something with the Bone Collector.

Lincoln, talk to me.

We're okay.

He used an old titanium dioxide canister to make the bomb.

It's a pigment used to make ink.

Yeah, that's a great fun fact, but...

Specifically white ink, so I cut the white wire.

- The floor! - What?

Are you still clinging to life, Lincoln?

You can't even move.

Can you hear me?

I hope you can.

I want you to hear the sound

of you being just not smart enough.

Just too late.

No, wait!

No, no, no!

No, no, no, no!

Spread out!

Spread out and search everything!

Get me a medic!

Medic!

We have an officer down.

Come on, guys. We need a medic.

- It's okay, pal. - You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay, buddy.

Is that to clean the sink or something?

It's a kale ginger smoothie.

Kale, oh.

Is that the one that's like spinach but with more fur?

I am so late.

Oversleeping is a sign of malnutrition.

Mm, actually, it's a sign of studying all night

after working overtime to provide

for my precocious, kale-drinking sister.

Okay, but, alas, someone has to be

the responsible adult.

What am I forgetting?

Oh, uh...

Oh.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Extra cream cheese? - That's my girl.

Oh, and I got the mail.

Huh.

You okay?

Fine.

Yeah.

Make good choices, okay?

Okay.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

You missed our breakfast date.

Sorry, Amelia.

I had a long night.

I feel you.

- Cheers. - Officer!

Officer! There's someone on the tracks.

I'm trying to raise the next rain,

but the conductor, he's not answering.

Call the control office.

Tell them to stop all trains on this line.

Go now!

I got a 10-54 in the 6 line tunnel.

Requesting ba...

Request...

Damn it.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Stop the train! Stop!

I know it's not PC for me to say this, Sachs,

but you're crazy, certifiable.

I was trying to preserve

the integrity of the crime scene.

You know what ruins the integrity of a crime scene?

A cop splattered all over the tracks.

You the one who stopped that train?

That's right.

Yeah, I'm Detective Sellitto.

This is my partner detective Castillo.

You think you can come uptown with us?

You just won yourself a ticket to meet

the great Lincoln Rhyme.

- What? - You serious?

Wait, you're taking me to meet Lincoln Rhyme?

Father, son, and holy ghost of forensic criminalistics.

He does say so himself.

I read his book when I was in the academy.

I thought he was retired.

Yeah, well the crime scene you found in that tunnel

might just change that.

You were first on the scene. He's gonna wanna talk to you.

If you love getting berated by a condescending prick,

it's a real treat.

- Lincoln's a good man. - He's just intense.

I promise you, if you do what you're about to do,

it'll be the biggest mistake of your life.

Oh, that's... that's a lot of blood.

Sorry, kid, it's never easy watching someone

realize I'm the greatest.

Is it embarrassing being an old man

playing against teenagers?

Is it embarrassing being a teenager

getting murderlized by an old man?

Lincoln, you have visitors.

- Ah, gotta go, kid. - Read a book or something.

Come on, man.

- Place looks different. - You move your bed?

Light's better on this side.

Plus redecorating helps with the stultifying descent

into insanity that comes from being bedridden.

You remember my partner.

- Darren. - Eric.

- Right, sorry. - My memory, it's...

Flawless, photographic.

Claire, didn't we talk about how Sellitto,

much like a vampire, can only enter

if you invite him in?

I'll get you some coffee.

Thank you, Claire.

You're gonna wanna see this one.

That's what you said the last time.

I'm telling you you're gonna wanna see this.

And the time before.

Wait.

Son of a bitch.

Victim was put into this alive?

A noose around his neck.

Soon as he couldn't hold himself up any longer,

he choked.

Evidence left behind?

Three pieces.

You can thank Officer Sachs here

for saving that evidence, by the way.

She jumped in front of a subway car.

Really?

You know that's crazy, right?

I'm not crazy.

Take it as a compliment.

Crazy is never a compliment, sir.

What's your career track Officer Sachs?

Detective? CSI?

No.

Not interested in either one.

Going to patrol the subway station

the rest of your career, then?

There are worse jobs.

So then what exactly, in your

subway patrolling expertise, made you think this evidence

was worth risking your life to save?

It looked important.

Everything posed.

Like whoever did this is playing a game,

and they wanted me to have all of the pieces.

Well...

You were right.

It's him, isn't it?

The Bone Collector.

The one and only.

Which means the body you found is only the first.

Always three with him.

Three bodies in a day.

Three pieces of evidence leading to the next location.

He's already got someone else out there

awaiting a similar fate.

So, what do you say?

I'd say I'm ready for another shot

at the bastard who put me in this bed.

A crime scene.

One body and signs of a second that isn't here.

What is here is more evidence

than you will ever get in the real world,

and yet, with the answer right under your noses,

every one of you is hopelessly oblivious.

Welcome to the most elite

forensics academy in the country,

built on the bedrock of this city.

Here method is a half measure.

Lincoln Rhyme, NYPD.