Lincoln Rhyme: Hunt for the Bone Collector

Previously, on "Lincoln Rhyme"...

- We're going to stop you. - You can't stop me.

- Sellitto! He's breathing. - I need some help.

He injected you with something.

- Nightshade? - Deadly Nightshade?

It's the new name of the diner

where my parents were killed.

I need your eyes and ears in that cafe

to end this once and for all.

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

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 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.