Paulie, How's it look?
Sniffer says 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 redeye.
Maybe we can take a cab.
I'm gonna fire this son of a bitch.
He's always got some kind of an excuse.
Well, come on. We'll be home before you know it.
Yeah, okay.
Excuse me?
I think you're going the wrong way.
Excuse me.
Honey, wake up.
We're lost or he's taking us for a ride.
We're in the middle of nowhere.
Where the hell are 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 will know, is a relative consideration.
- Juice. - Vodka.
- Coming! - Join me in a drink, Richard?
I'd love to. But a med-tech with liquor on his breath? I take not.
Thanks.
So how are you?
I'm better than your heart-pacing gear.
Every time I'm here, it's skewed further out of spec.
You really need a new unit.
I really need a new body.
I'm afraid I can't help you with that
but I'll bring you a new unit by tomorrow, right?
This one will be stable till then.
- Thank you. - You take it easy.
I'll take it any way I can get it.
- How's he doing this morning? - He asked for a 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?
Yeap. It likes cripples.
There was a piece about them in the Times the other day, nesting all over the city.
Something do with the architecture of these old New York buildings.
I thought he liked my company.
They're a little shy.
Don't take it personally, Barry.
May I get you a drink, doc?
No, thanks, Thelma, 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 Lincoln, you can imagine how much sleep I've gotten the past few days...
considering your request.
It's funny, since I made my decision, I've been sleeping like a baby.
After all you have survived, beat all the odds
You know as well as I do 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 frequently.
The buildup of fluid in my spine is a degenerative condition.
We both know I'm waiting for the seizure that's gonna 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, I suppose you would.
So?
- Okay. - Okay what?
Okay, I'll assist you...
- in your final transition. - What about today?
Wait Linc. There are preparations that have 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 bother you get up. I'll show myself out.
Yeah, I'll race you to the door.
Barry....
You are...
a very good friend.
Amelia?
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, Amelia, 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.
You know that I can't make a commitment.
Well, go to work then.
You're gonna be late.
Amelia, You're quitting the cops?
No, I'm transferring to Youth Services.
The lucky fuck. You must have one hell of a rabbi.
- We're gonna miss you this neighbourhood. - 3-post-11 here.
Be advised. Frightened child at Amtrak site.
I'm block away. I'll take it.
Some kiid 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 your mind?
Just shut off the engine, all right?
There's been a homicide. I can't let you through.
My name is Amelia. What's your name?
Chris.
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?
fast as you can.
3-post-11 to Central.
Send a bus over here and get these passengers out of here
Captain Cheney, Detective Solomon.
- Anything else? - 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?
Yes, sir. I thought 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 victim turns out to be?
- Talk to me. - Alan fucking Rubin.
Mister " Rebuild New York" himself?
Listen, I don't want anybody enters this area except for my crime scene guys, okay?
Knight to H-6. 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.
You heard about that couple at the airport?
Got in a taxi, yesterday morining?
Never made it home.
He don't watch the news any more.
You used to read four papers a day and tape the news shows.
Yeah, now I just hit the rewind button. A-3.
Things never change, Paulie.
Yeah, were 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 diamond wedding band on one of those fingers
Which was skinned to the bone.
She's still missing.
Excuse me while you catch up.
Don't go too far, Thelma.
We'll be letting these nice gentlemen out in about 30 seconds.
Sounds like you got yourself an open-and-shut there.
I don't think so.
Yeah, man worth several hundred million found dead...
with his wife's wedding band on his mutilated hand.
What's that tell you?
The doer is saying he's got her.
He's probably contact the family right now making a ransom demand.
- I'd been paged he have. - 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 actually to meet you.
Where do you find these guys, Paulie?
They wanna work with the best.
I guess now you're gonna ask me to...
discuss the crime scene with you, huh?
As a matter of fact, we got a bunch of physical evidence that doesn't exactly make sense.
Some seriously weird stuff. It's all in the report.
Thelma?
Hey Linc, You okay?
- Hey Linc, you okay? - Out! Now!
- Anything we can do? - Asses out of here now, come on!
Hang on, let me get you some air. Come on. Breathe for me.
I said out!
Come on. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Come on.
Deep breaths. I'm getting a BP on you.
Come on, You gotta breathe.
Look at me. Breathe.
Look at me. Deep breaths. Come on. Come on.
You gotta take this oxygen.
Come on, Rhyme. Stay with me.
Come on. You can do it. Don't go out on me now.
Come on. Look at me.
- Thelma? - You okay?
I would be OK if your powers of resuscitation were less adept.
Look, not on my shift, all right?
Now, if you have a problem, you can fire my ass.
You know I provide generously for you in my will. You ought to keep that in mind.
Rhyme, I'm not interestedin having this conversation.
Okay?
Okay.
The crime scene report Sellitto left....
Could you take the photos and load them in the viewer for me?
View scan.
Let's take a look at what we got here.
Where it says location....
Now what's that? What's it say about that newspaper?
" Newspaper found beneath a coarse-thread hex bolt...
with 4 p.m. circled on it."
4 p.m.
Zoom.
What about the... little piece of paper?
What's the number on there?
"A torn book page with 119 on it."
119, 4 p.m.
11-9. What's today's date?
Today's November 9.
Phone mode.
Sellitto, Paulie. Call.
What?
Sad fact is, a huge percentage of inner-city kids...
have their first drug experiences...
at the fifth grade level.
Here are some of the drugs they'll most likely be offered.
Marijuana.
How'd you like to get your hands on that briefcase?
Barbiturates.
Amphetamines.
Cocaine.
Rock cocaine.
You wanna tell me what this about?
You know who Lincoln Rhyme is?
- What? The textbook guy? - Yeah.
So what does that have to do with me?
You'll find out.
Come on in. They're in there.
A patrol cop took these pictures?
Yeah, first one on the scene. It started to rain.
Smart cop.
Had the balls to stop an Amtrak from running over the crime scene.
Here she is now. Officer Donahoe...
meet Lincoln Rhyme.
Donaghy.
You took terrific photographs, officer.
You know who I am?
I read your manual at the academy.
What'd you think of it?
I'm not a book critic, sir.
But you found it useful?
Yeah, I guess so.
You guess so? Sure you did. You stopped that train.
The photos you took.
I'd say you have a natural instinct for forensics.
So what do we got, Paulie?
We have footprints, size 10, thanks to Officer Donaghy...
using a dollar bill to establish scale.
We have asbestos on the track bed where there shouldn't be any.
An iron bolt holding down a piece of paper...
a book page with 119 written on it.
Decaying oxidation on the bolt's head
but none on the thread would says to me someone removed it...
from somewhere else...
and placed it there recently. Wouldn't you agree, officer?
Wouldn't you agree, Officer Donaghy?
Paulie, I'm convinced this crime scene was staged.
- Perp's telling us something. - What the fuck is that?
Book, page 119. 11-9. That's today's date.
Newspaper, 4 p.m. What time you got?
12:15.
She's alive, Paulie.
- And he's gonna kill her at 4? - P.M.
You have your interest shared, officer?
I want you to work the case with us.
It's not my area.
Are you being modest, or you...
a little uneasy about doing some real police work?
Excuse me?
What department do you work in,officer?
Youth Services division. I picked her up at orientation.
Ahh, I see. Youth Services.
I wait-listed over a year to get that transfer and I won't jeopardize...
Jeopardize what?
Cushy desk job?
- Forensics is not my area. - I disagree with you.
You can't force me to take this assignment.
I can.
And if I refuse?
I would say you're putting your career at serious risk.
You think because of your condition you have the right to push people around?
I'm sorry. That is truly pathetic.
Truly?
Yeah, damn right. Truly.
Well, forgive me, truly...
if I insist on having someone with your brains...
and a fresh pair of eyes.
There's a life at stake here, officer.
Paul,We're gonna need key people and tech support, okay?
- I know the guys.- Okay.
What the hell you smiling at?
Pull up a chair.
I want you to tell me everything you know about the crime scene.
Basically it's all in my report.
I read your report. I want to know what you felt
what you feel
in the deepest recesses of your senses.
You are in love with the sound of your voice, aren't you?
Now it's your voice I want to hear. Sit down. I won't bite.
The rifling on the .38 slug they dug out of the victim...
is consistent with a Webley
a very old, turn-of-the-century handgun.
Thank you, Kenny. On the big board, please.
Pauly, what you got on that bolt?
There's three initials on the head: N.S.G.
And the bolt's not steel. It's iron.
Iron.
Iron. Iron. Making it old...
like the Webley.
Officer Donaghy, what do you know about asbestos?
It kills hard-working Americans every day.
Very good.
- You computer literate? - A little.
Thelma!
Thelma? Where's my Thelma?
Yes.
Thelma, meet Amelia. Amelia, Thelma.
Amelia hates my books and also computers.
but she's got an A-plus nose for evidence
So I want you to give her a crash course and how to access D.E.P. files, okay?
Check to see if there's any large asbestos cleanups going on anywhere in the city, okay?
ASAP.
- Where is Eddie Ortiz? - Right here!
How's the world's crankiest criminalist doing?
Playing "beat the clock", you know.
Yeah, everybody's worst nightmare.
You get in a cab
and there's damn a psycho from Jersey behind the wheel.
We don't know he's from Jersey.
Yeah, Bayonne. It's the toxins in the water over there.
Hey, what you do? Bring the whole lab?
Mom always told me to be prepared.
Where do you want this shit?
Put it over here in the corner.
How is your mother?
Oh god, She's 76
And she's shtupping some guy named Morris.
Can you believe that?
God bless her.
But it's Morris I'm worried about.
He's 79 with a tricky ticker and an active pecker.
Afternoon. Captain Cheney.
what about that asbestos?
There's a dozen cleanups across in the five boroughs.
Put it up on the viewer for me.
Narrow it down to the oldest locations as soon as you can.
How you doing, Howie?
Fine, thank you. How's it going?
In the middle of the middle, as you can see.
Hey Linc, look what I found on the threading of that iron bolt there.
Look, I was hoping to grab a minute with you if you don't mind.
Excuse me.
Sorry. Sorry.
We got Donaghy to thank for photographing the crucial evidence.
Crucial evidence?
We don't know that.
Listen Linc, I just stopped by wanted to make sure you had the support you need.
As you know, I'm putting the full resources of my department here at your disposal.
I appreciate it. Thank you.
But the thing is, Linc...
You see, l've formalized part of our standard procedures since you were in charge, and so...
Eddit, could you put what you got up on my screen, please.
So I'd appreciate it if you kept me in the loop.
Absolutely.
At all times.
At all...
What the hell is that we're looking at?
Old paper.
Coarse grade.
I'd say...
80, 90 years old.
Turn-of-the-century, it looks like.
The perp likes old.
Fine, then....
Look, I'll be in my office if you need me.
Yeah, okay, yeah.
Good.
Old paper.
Old gun.
Buries his victim in a vintage Civil War railroad bed.
Sand.
Sand. Sand.... Eddie, what do you got on the sand?
Doesn't really look like sand.
- I'm not sure. - Can you individuate it?
If I had an EDX, I could do anything.
We don't have a goddamn E-the-fuck-X, Edddie.
Look who forgot their chill pill this morning. Excuse me.
Come on. I'm all over this thing now.
Okay, we're talking...
pearly-looking.
Some kind of a...
shellfish or something.
Oyster shells, maybe?
Could be.
Definitely. If I had to bet on it, I'd say it was. Sure.
I got it. The oldest asbestos sites are coming up now.
In 1913, when the Woolworth Building was being built...
workmen found the body of a rich industrialist, Talbot Soames.
He'd been kidnapped the year before,
shot in head and buried in what they thought was white sand.
Turned out to be oyster shells. Crushed oyster shells.
That's what they used as landfill in lower Manhattan.
That's how Pearl Street got its name.
That's where Mrs. Rubin gonna be. Somewhere downtown.
She's gonna be underground.
She'll be in a basement...
near or in the Woolworth Building.
Hey, Paulie. Call Emergency Services Unit...
have a meet us down by the Woolworth Building.
Tell them to start their search. Maybe we will get lucky, okay?
Eddie, did you bring your van?
- It's downstairs. - We're gonna need it.
Throw your keys to Amelia.
Paulie, you and solimon go with her.
Shouldn't I go with them, too?
No no, You gotta stay here with me, we gotta work that bolt.
That's the missing piece.
Should we keep Cheney in the loop?
Fuck him.
Amelia.
Just trust me.
Just follow those instincts you were born with. I'll be with you...
every step of the way.
Jesus, 25 minutes left.
- How did Rhyme get that way? - He was born brilliant. It happens.
I mean the physical part.
By four years ago, he was working the body of a transit cop...
they found shot in a subway tunnel.
Beam came down and damn near cut him in half.
Jesus.
Family?
Married sister in Phoenix.
He never sees her. Cut himself off.
Technically, he's still on active duty collecting full pay.
Insurance picks up around-the-clock care and all the gadgets.
On weekends, always one or two cops there lending a hand.
- Tough deal. - You won't hear him complaining about that.
Now he gets too much pleasure pushing other people's buttons.
In your case, that's a compliment.
You gotta learn to relax around a compliment
especially one from Rhyme.
- You can be a little grating. - Me?
Kiddo, if you were any more wound up, you'd be a Timex.
He was a human dynamo, writing books, lecturing all over the world...
giving expert opinion in trials,
working half of the crime scenes in the city.
You know what he'd do for his down time?
No, I can't imagine.
He'd collect things. Dirt, metals, plastics...
hubcaps, plants, musical strings...
medical tools, anything you can think of.
Obsessive.
He'd analyse and catalogue it for his, what you call it, database.
Jesus Christ! I'd like to get there in one piece if possible.
New York Security Gate Company.
Yeah, find out about it. That might be good. What else?
Nicholas Steven Gerard, elevators construction.
- Gotta be underground. - I got a subway builder here.
- Subway builder sounds... - Excuse me! N.S.G.
" Niagara Steam Generation. Bought by Eastern Gas and Electric in 1928.
The six-inch iron bolt was used mainly for steam pipe assemblies."
49, You got 11 minutes left. Where the hell are you?
We just hit the financial district.
There's a steam junction...
with big asbestos-coated pipes.
That's where out victim's gonna be. I'd bet my legs on it.
She'll be at Wall and Nassau.
- Wall and Nassau. - Has ESU been notified?
Yeah, they are on their way. They'll probably get there before you.
ESU says that steam is released through that junction every day at 4 p.m.
Shit, what's this asshole up to?
I don't know, but it's gonna happen in about 10 minutes 30 secons.
All right Linc, we're here. We're going down there.
Amelia?
Yeah, I'm here.
It's their job to try and save Mrs. Rubin's life.
It's your job to get ready
and work the crime scene if necessary.
There's some things you gonna need. Look in the back of the truck.
You'll see an aluminum suitcase...
and a radio headset.
See it?
Yeah, I see them.
There must be a way in.
- What's the problem here? - fucking valves freeze up easy.
Come on guys. Shut it off!
You there?
I'm here.
- I'm inside the pipe. - 1 2 3
Go!
I think I hear something.
I hear something!
What's that? Someone's in there. I can hear her crying!
Everyone, quiet now!
Mrs. Rubin?
She's there.
Mrs. Rubin!
We're on our way in now!
Come on, guys. Come on.
Let's go! Let's go! Let's hurry the fuck up!
Get a drill and a tap.
Somebody cut this halfway through.
There's no way to turn that steam off, guys.
Let's dig!
Back!
Paulie?
Linc, She's gone.
The whole place is scalded in steam.
Let's go! Move away!
ESU are gonna blow a hole in the subbasement wall. That's the way in.
I understand I'm working with Chief Murphy's authorization on this, right?
Yeah, That's right.
I don't want those Emergency Services guys rushing in there trampling the evidence...
before we got a chance to run the scene.
What do you want?
When they blow the hole, I want Donaghy go in first.
Hey come on. Linc,she's not trained for this.
We could get our asses in a sling.
Hey, my ass has been in a sling for four years.
Tell Hanson and his beasts that's what I want, period.
All right. You got it.
Okay, let's move!
I'm doing this under protest.
The perp could still be in there for Christ's sake.
Rhyme's in charge, and they're his orders.
You can't handle it in there, I want you to get your ass out.
- Amelia, you ready? - Yeah.
You listen to me.
I'm with you every step of the way.
Go on.
Good luck.
- I'm in. - Tell me what you see.
Everything's been boiled to hell.
Oh, God.
What is it?
It's an awful smell.
It means you're close.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
You're fine.
Just fine. You're doing great. Now, just remember the academy.
When you walk...
move in a straight line. You won't wanna disturb any footprints he might've left.
Yeah, assuming he's gone.
There's no footprints.
There's nothing yet.
Oh, God.
What?
Talk to me.
Talk to me, Amelia.
I can see her.
The steam pipe was opened...
and she's tied down right in front of it.
There's nothing you can do about that now.
You can't do anything for but help her by...
working the crime scene.
That's your job.
Open your suitcase. Get your camera.
I can't do this.
You can do it. Yes, you can.
Yesterday you stopped the train.
You can do anything you want when you put your mind to it.
Don't work me, Rhyme.
Just tell me what to do next.
Very slowly, walk the grid
one foot in front of the other.
I want you to look around you now.
Remember crime scenes are three-dimensional.
Floors, walls and ceilings.
Rhyme.
Yeah, I'm here.
There's something strange.
Things he left for us?
Yes.
In a cluster again?
There's a small piece of wood...
and looks like some hair.
All right. I'm gonna walk you through collecting the evidence.
Do everything exactly as I say.
Oh, Jesus.
Talk to me.
- It's a bloody bone. - Where is it?
It's on my fucking hand.
Human?
I think so. Yeah.
All right, photograph it.
Bag it.
Okay, that's it.
I'm out of here.
One more thing.
We gotta process the body.
What? I'm not a medical examiner. I can't do that.
I'm not asking you to do an autopsy.
I just want you to....
Just describe the restraints.
They're strange-looking handcuffs.
They look more like old shackles or something.
And there's a chain across her waist.
And her feet are bound with a rope.
Hands above her head?
Yeah
There's also a large... A piece of flesh...
missing from her right forearm.
It's right down to the bone. It was surgically removed.
This is what I want you to do.
We're gonna need those handcuffs, Amelia.
It's probably our best chance for good prints.
The M.E. can remove them.
M.E. is all thumbs. They'll mess up the prints.
Look in the suitcase. There's a small saw.
Okay.
I want you to saw her hands off at the wrist line.
We gotta have those cuffs for prints.
I can't.
Cut her hands off. We need the handcuffs.
I can't. No.
Saw off her hands.
Take off the cuffs.
I can't.
Listen to me. Saw off... We need those cuffs.
I can't!
- Amelia, we need... - No! Fuck you!
Amelia!
If he wants her hands cut off, he can come down here and do it himself!
That'll be $16.50.
Hello?
Who is it?
Jesus
Hey, take it easy!
- Shit, Solomon, what are you doing? - Are you okay?
My Okay? What the fuck are you doing?
Rhyme's been trying to call you for hours.
Your phone's down. He was concerned.
My phone's fine.
I don't need his concern.
He needs you at his place right away.
I don't work for Lincoln Rhyme.
Rhyme believes the evidence you collect...
it is telling him there's another vic in play.
And he's laying that at my feet?
Don't shoot the messenger.
You just move in?
Yeah, about a year ago.
Really?
You were a model.
Yeah, when I was a kid.
Kid model to street cop.
There's a leap.
For whatever it's worth
I thought what you did today was pretty damn terrific.
Hey, you guys, I'm out of here.
I'll grab a cab. I got a paper to finish.
- I'm gonna hang. - No problem.
I'll be there in a minute.
Can I finish that?
Go for it.
I'll see you outside.
Taxi!
That bone's definitely not human.
- And the hair? - Not human either.
Well, what is it?
Working as fast as I can.
Glad to see you could join us.
I got Cheney on the line. He wants you to brief him.
Tell him I'll call him back.
Two things.
First, you did a hell of a job locating the evidence.
There's no question the perp knows forensics.
Now, as for the other thing...
the victim's hands, well, maybe...
Maybe it was too much to handle. So we'll just forget it.
Is that your version of an apology?
An apology?
Is that why you came over here?
You really are a piece of work.
Well, aren't we a pair?
I think you're terrific.
You got a hell of an arrest record, too.
High marks from all your bosses. Definite gold-shield potential.
Why you wanna throw it all away to chase youth offenders?
Well I don't feel I have any need to explain that to you.
Come on, Amelia, cop to cop.
Cop to cop, let's just leave it at personal reasons.
Okay.
Doesn't have anything to do with your father, does it?
Man, you just keep charging at walls, don't you?
Stubbornness is something we both share.
You know they say generically speaking
That we come into this world with a preordained destiny.
I don't believe it.
For example, my parents.
Neither one of them had more than an eighth-grade education.
Never read more than one book between them, not one.
I've read thousands.
I've written a dozen.
What's your point?
My point is that destiny is what you make it.
Whatever happened to your father doesn't mean that's gonna happen to you.
You're a great cop. You'll make a terrific detective.
It's a gift.
Don't throw it away.
Report from the Taxi Commission.
An NYU student was abducted late last night.
His girlfriend saw him struggling to try to get out...
as the taxi driver was bludgeoning him with a flashlight.
No description of the driver.
Okay, everybody. This could be our next victim.
Yeah, Tony, Poly here, looks like we got another vic...
Did you get a deadline off that evidence yet?
Not yet.
Something I was hoping you'd help me with.
Anyone for some osso buco?
What?
The bone we found at the Wall Street scene.
Veal shank. Braised and overly salted to boot.
- A cow bone? - Aha
And I also found a piece of that old paper...
embedded in the bone.
Take a look.
What's going on?
Just do what you need to do as soon as possible.
The hair follicles, they're not human.
A rodent. Probably a rat.
They were shaved off.
We're looking for a rat that shaves.
- I really like that. - I've known a few in my time.
- How about you, Amelia? - More than a few.
It's consistent with underground, that's for sure.
trying to say to us.
Definitely communicating in our language...
leaving clues, forensic clues at that.
Maybe it's a cop.
Maybe.
Maybe he's trying to share the responsibility of these murders with us
If we don't figure out the clues in time, the blood's on our hands.
If we can't find the victim in time, we're as responsible for the murders as he is.
What do you got on that dirt from the wood?
I don't have 100% individuated, but it does appear nitrogen-rich.
- And that's it. Ready to rock 'n' roll. - Right.
Thanks for rushing. I appreciate it.
All right, Thelma.
Thank you, Richard.
Nitrogen-rich, explosive carbons. Where do you find those in New York city?
Bomb sites.
- Shooting ranges. - Maybe an old fort or an armoury?
Let's not forget the shit factor, guys.
The what?
Manure becomes a nitrate when it's aged.
That's true.
Then you got cow bones, huh?
Old cow bones. Old manure. Turn-of-the-century.
Cows, farms, pastures.
Rats.
Dead cows.
Where do you find...? ln stockyards.
Slaughterhouses, that's what we wanna look for.
Stockyards and slaughterhouses from turn of the century.
- Let's start there. - Check the Internet.
Okay, I want tax records, I want sanitation records and I want building-code inspections.
Last 100 years. Okay?
Man, your blood pressure is way up.
- You're pushing it too hard. - I understand.
What do we got on the stockyards going there?
Almost there.
You okay?
No, I'm not okay.
I can't figure out this time line or these shards of cardboard.
I don't what the hell they means.
Yeah, We got three defunct stockyard sites.
One on East side Lexington and the Harlem River viaduct.
Good, Solomon, put the box down...
turn the viewer on and mark it down on the viewers as she calls them off, Okay?
Lincoln, your blood pressure will blow a gasket if you don't slow down.
Thelma, My body has a mind of its own. It doesn't listen to me. Alright?
What else, Amelia?
There's another on the Hudson up at 155th.
Mark it down, Solomon.
Look, your sats are going down.
Now you saw him have a seizure the other day.
What else?
There's one underground at Greenwich and Houston.
Mark it down, Salomon.
Hey, why don't you knock it off, Linc?
I don't need to knock it off!
What was the first one you mentioned?
Lexington and the Harlem River viaduct.
And when did it close?
1910.
Okay, what about...
Houston and Greenwich?
1898.
And Hudson and 155th was closed in 1906.
All right, let's... 1898.
Houston and Greenwich. Call Emergency Services, Paulie, and tell them...
to meet us at Houston and Greenwich, okay?
Solomon, you get on to Hanson. He'll need about 20 guys.
We'll take Eddie's van.
You go with them.
Come on guys, let's go.
Linc, you there?
Yeah, ready.
We're here.
Okay, Amelia?
Yeah.
All right. Same drill. I want you in first.
Let's do it.
You watch yourself, Amelia.
Oh, man. I don't like this.
I don't like this.
Hey, Linc, I got a bad feeling about this.
I think all three of us ought to get in there together.
Not yet, Paulie. Just hold back.
I'm going down some stairs.
Cement walls.
Wood crates.
Large columns.
Smells like manure down here.
Ortiz sure knows his shit.
Always has.
Metal hooks...
...and a pen.
It's a slaughterhouse.
ESU are here.
You hold them off. Don't want them there contaminating the scene.
All right, hold it. Hold up. Hold up.
- You're not to go in. - Why?
- Rhyme's orders. - Fuck him! Get me Cheney on the line.
Crime scene C.O. on air.
- Switch to channel 2-2 for ESU. - Fuck Rhyme.
Maybe this one's still alive.
Perp didn't leave a deadline.
What does that mean?
We're probably too late.
You don't know that, Rhyme.
Get off the line.
Let's move on, Amelia.
There's 5 basic contaminants to every crime scene.
I'll skip to the worst one.
Other cops.
I think I hear something.
I hate this shit.
I see something, something there.
I think I found him.
I can't tell if he's alive.
Oh, Jesus. He's covered in rats.
They're all over him.
- We're going in. - No, you're not!
Go! Go!
Central, we have shots fired. Shots fired.
Ah... god.
You were right. We never had a shot.
He cut him up pretty bad and left him for the rats.
There's also a big cut in his leg down to the bone.
The blood attracted the rats.
Goddamn son of a bitch.
You okay?
I'm fine.
Step aside so I can walk the grid.
Yeah.
All right, let's back her up and give her some room.
Move it, guys.
Rhyme, I'm gonna walk the grid.
Okay.
You know what to do.
Rhyme, I found it.
Another cluster.
A piece of old paper like the other two.
And a matchbox.
Bring that black suitcase over here, please.
Pull out the brown envelope.
Sounds like you're starting to enjoy this work.
Damn! The press is here.
Park it right there.
Lincoln Rhyme is no longer working this case. I'm taking over, understood?
Do what you want to do, captain, but you ought to check with Murphy first.
Fuck Murphy and fuck Rhyme.
This has been cleared downtown. We got a dead kid on our hands...
and I, for one, am not taking the heat for that.
Call Ortiz, tell him his crew to vacate Rhyme's place now, tonight.
Excuse me, the victim was already dead when we arrived.
And you, half-assed patrolman working a crime scene...
those days are over.
I'll take that evidence bag now, thank you.
You can take it with a chain-of-custody voucher, sir.
Are you out of your mind?
Let's go. You're coming with us.
What, Are you arresting me?
You just get in the car and keep your mouth shut to the press.
You're not gonna find any prints. The guy's too good for that.
It looks like we have a nice, clean friction print.
Unless of course, it's yours.
No, I was wearing gloves when I collected it.
We'll know soon enough.
Put this through. Highest priority.
- You got it. - Thank you.
Hey you know I got a feeling, this perp's been in business for a long time.
Yeah, that's what scares me.
Do me a favor, will you chack and see if there's been any homicides in the last 12 months...
involving surgically-removed flesh exposing bone.
No problem.
I'll see you soon.
Hope so, Eddie.
Thelma, don't you let him run no circles around you, now.
Stay right, Eddie.
Oh, that print. We just got a positive I.D. on it.
The guy has three extremely violent priors.
Oh, look at that.
Taxi license, no less.
We got him.
Let's go, boys!
Somebody call ESU.
Now slide out, nice and easy.
That explains your print, captain.
He's hoping you'd show up.
He's been worried about you.
Yeah, sure.
I didn't expect to see you again.
Poor Cheney, huh?
Grabbed the ball with both hands, scored for the other team.
- I can't really comment. - Yeah.
I warned him that the perp was too smart to leave a print.
How you doing with that stuff?
Not too good.
Two pieces of the puzzle, but I don't know what it means.
Maybe this'll help.
Cheney will have your badge for that.
He wouldn't give me a voucher. What could I do?
You could take it back to him.
The man is a living monument to ineptitude.
True. Let's take a look.
What do you got there?
Third piece of the puzzle.
There's something really strange about it, though.
You gotta smell it.
Sure.
- Well, you... - Shit.
Sorry.
It's okay. Take your time.
You have to put it closer to my nose.
What do you think it is?
Kerosene?
Possibly.
This just came in from Eddie Ortiz.
Amelia, Could you load these into the viewer for me, please?
Sorry about that, Thelma.
ECU.
View scan.
" Dear Linc, I am enclosing photos of four unsolved homicides...
which took place in the last 12 months.
flesh has been surgically removed from each of the victims' extremities.
I miss you. Love, Eddie."
I'll spare myself the pleasure if you don't mind.
Okay, Thelma.
Zoom.
Same mark.
Right.
Zoom.
Same messages.
It's him.
The perp was trying to make contact even then.
But Cheney never put it together.
Dysreflexia seizure. A bad one.
Hang on. Hang on. Breathe, Rhyme.
Come on, breathe with me.
Damn catheter's blocked.
Just let me get a BP on you. Stay with me! Breathe.
Hang on. Hang on.
Just let me check you.
Diastolic's over 125. I gotta get it down now.
Just give it a few seconds to work. Come on, breathe with me.
Breathe with me, Rhyme!
Come on.
Hang on, Rhyme. Hang on, man.
Is he gonna make it?
If he does, he won't be happy.
What are you talking about?
He's already finalized arrangements to self-terminate.
He has convinced some doctor friend to help with his final transition, as he calls it.
But suicide? I mean...
It's the seizures.
Any one of them could put him into a vegetative state.
That's what he fears more than anything.
Who is it?
Captain Cheney.
What can I help you with?
Police business. Open up, please.
Mr. Rhyme is asleep.
Well, wake him up. I need to see him now.
Let me deal with this asshole Cheney. You watch him.
Anything, just call me. He's all right.
Look, lady.
Now I hope you know that obstructing justice is a felony offense.
Look, don't "lady" me. And I know my rights now.
Unless you have a warrant, you can't come in here.
Oh, I'm coming in.
I have reason to believe there's stolen evidence in there.
What's your full name?
Thelma what?
So you wanna get official?
What did you say your name was?
You got a smart mouth and it's gonna get you in trouble one day.
It may bite your ass if you don't stop trying aggravate my patient.
I'm gonna leave now, but I'll be back.
And when I come back, it'll be with a warrant.
And I looked everywhere.
And I thought the conductor was gonna be so angry.
And I kept searching everywhere, and finally...
it was right on my lap.
Grandma can't wait to see you, you know.
What'd I do?
First of, you're carrying a fare and your metre's not on...
and number two, your hack license is not properly...
There's laws against molesting the handicapped, you know.
Yeah?
I wasn't a pretty sight, was I?
Thelma told me about your plans for your final transition.
Cop to cop, that subject's not open to discussion.
Why? Would you miss me?
Well, destiny's what we make it, right?
You seem to have your reasons for "checking out." I just...
I would've expected more from someone like you.
Well, I might surprise you...
and live forever.
Nothing you'd do would surprise me.
Well, look who's still in the land of the living.
for the moment.
Cheney was here huffing and puffing.
- He promised to return with a warrant. - Sorry I missed him.
If that's him, tell him...
- Say no more. - I'm skiing.
Hello?
Hey, Paulie. Hang on.
I don't know if it's just a coincidence...
but an inspector was killed by a cabby who was off the metre.
The thing is, a male witness who wouldn't give his name...
saw the taxi speeding away with an old man and a little girl inside.
Probably the doer that called.
Jesus, he's got a kid.
And an old man.
Thank you, Paulie.
Okay.
We'd better look closer at that third piece of the puzzle.
Close.
Three murders. Three evidence clusters.
Three pieces of paper.
View scan.
Thelma, You're the queen of puzzles. What do you see?
I'm looking. I'm looking.
What if we lower the little one.
That one.
Twist that big one around.
Doesn't that kind of look like a face? Mouth, nose, eye.
Enhance.
Fade.
That's a woman's face.
Yes, it is.
It's a logo.
An old...
turn-of-the-century...
publisher's logo.
You know it?
I used to own a few of the books. Gothic stories.
Crime stories.
The killer is pointing us to an old book.
Can I help you?
I called before about some turn-of-the-centure crime books.
Around the corner. Help yourself.
Thanks.
Aviation Two to Central.
We're taking a flyby at the Brooklyn Bridge.
Report appears unfounded at this time.
Will check East River shoreline and advise.
I need more small boats to search under the piers.
By the heliport. Under the piers.
Lincoln, it was the last murder in the book.
They've gotta be along the shore somewhere.
Listen, the lab says the odour we smelled...
on the third piece of the puzzle is probably diesel fuel.
There's an old boat refuelling station at the Staten Island Ferry pier.
Check the pilings under the pier.
Found them!
Over here!
Here!
I can see someone with a light
signalling us from the old Staten Island Ferry pier.
There appears to be two bodies in the water next to the pilings.
Be advised, subject signalling is most likely NYPD officer.
Over here!
Here!
Watch the pilings!
We've got divers coming in to you now.
Over to the ladder.
Central, Be advised, aideds are out of the water...
and ESU is working on them at this time.
- Standby.
Rhyme, are you there?
Yeah.
Looks like we're too late.
Forget it. He's dead.
Bring the chopper in.
The old man's gone.
They're still working on little girl, but it doesn't look good.
Try again. I know she's still there.
Come on, kid. Come on. Try for me.
Come on. You can do it.
Come on.
Breathe.
There you go!
She's breathing.
I think she's gonna be okay. She'll be okay. She's breathing. Can you hear me?
- I think she's gonna make it. - Good. Good.
You gotta find the clues that he left for us.
See what you can find around the fuel tanks.
All right.
Lincoln, I found it.
It's a map of some kind, some chunk of a clean bone...
and a piece of a medal or a badge or something.
There's initials engraved. It looks like...
a P and a B.
It's definitely a D.
P.D. Sounds like a cop's badge.
Think he's gonna kill a cop?
Could be.
Thelma?
Maps?
Tell me about the map.
Looks like an old subway map.
I don't recognize any of the stations.
When I scanned asbestos sites, I came across...
a lot of stations that aren't in use anymore.
There it is. The oldest station.
On your map, is there an old station indicated at the tip of Manhattan?
Navy Street.
It's right next to the pier.
Oh, shit.
Cheney's here.
You talking to Rhyme on that thing? Give me the radio.
Listen Linc. This is Cheney. What the hell do you think you're doing?
Stealing evidence is a goddamn felony. You know that.
I understand there's no chain-of-evidence voucher.
Oh, yeah? I got some news for you.
You're not a cop anymore. You understand that?
What you are is a fucking meddling cripple.
Now, I'm gonna put your little gofer under arrest.
You don't mind that, do you?
Lock her up.
Where'd she go?
I'm inside the Navy Street tunnel.
There's grey dust everywhere. It's all over my shoes.
There's footprints.
One set of footprints.
Amelia?
Hello, Lincoln, hello...
Amelia? Hello?
The mobile unit you've called is not responding.
Or is outside the coverage area.
Re-call.
No dust.
Changed the numbers.
7-8-4-9-9. What is that?
What does it mean?
Help me, Rhyme. Help me.
He's gonna kill Rhyme.
Coming.
Hey, what are you doing here?
Is that Amelia?
Bed mode.
Thelma?
Thelma, is that you?
No, it's me. Richard.
Richard? What's up?
Thelma asked me to come by check the heart-pacing machine.
Where is Thelma?
Out in the hall.
Phone mode.
I thought it was time we had a little quiet moment together.
You and I, no interruptions.
Okay.
What's on your mind, Richard?
I think it's time to set the record straight, Mr.Rhyme.
Syracuse.
You remember Syracuse, don't you?
You wrote an expert opinion.
I wrote thousands of opinions, Richard.
Don't fucking tell me you don't remember Syracuse.
They called it an investigation. It was a witch hunt.
There was a forensics cop up in Syracuse, New York.
Marcus Andrews.
Okay, that was the cop that was suspected...
of tampering with evidence in some homicide cases, is it right?
- Nothing was tampered with. - Six innocent people went to jail.
One hang himself.
No, no, they went to jail because they were guilty. They were scum.
- He doctored the reports. - No, nothing was doctored.
He planted blood evidence at the crime scene.
My work was impeccable.
Where are we going with this...
Marcus?
Your report destroyed my life.
You know my report was not a legal finding.
- You never gave me the opportunity to defend myself. - I never even met you.
I was sent to prison for six years!
I spent two more years trying to get to you.
Every day, every single day...
over and over, I was brutalized. I became a human toilet...
because of your expert opinion.
Well, you will never point the finger of blame at anyone ever again.
You were never as good as they said you were, Mr. Rhyme.
I played you. I tested you.
I gave you every clue.
You and your helper couldn't save those people.
Their blood is on your hands. You failed.
You failed, you fuck.
Game of chess, Mr. Rhyme. Some people win. Some people lose.
I win, Mr. Rhyme. I win. You lose.
What kind of vegetable would you like to be, Mr. Rhyme?
A carrot?
How about a zucchini?
Zucchini?
You wanna be a zucchini?
I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.
Did you say zucchini?
You want to play?
Shall we cut out your tongue, Mr. Rhyme?
How about your eye? Your eye?
I'll just pop it out of there.
No. Let's leave that for now.
You can watch me.
You can watch me while I gut you open right down the middle.
What?
Can you hear me, Lincoln?
Oh, God.
Step aside, madam. We'll take care of him.
- I've always loved this view. - I like it too, doc.
It's looking better every day.
- Hey, How you guys doing? - Santa.
- Good. - Hi.
Ha. Ha...
Hey Linc, you got an operating license for that?
I got a learner's permit.
- How's your boyfriend, Morris? - Oh, He's in florida. He play golf.
Captain flash on wheels.
Oh, Paulie. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, everyone.
If you be cruising, you might as well be amusing.
- There you go. - Thank you, Eddie.
Nice.
Come on in.
Merry Christmas.
- You're looking real good, Mr. Rhyme. - Mr. Rhyme?
It's Lincoln to you. Loosen your shorts.
Oh, my goodness.
Oh, my goodness. Merry Chrismas. What are you doing here?
- Merry Christmas, Uncle Linc. - Give me a kiss.
Merry Christmas, Kimmy. How are you?
How you doing, Tony?
Ah goodness. I didn't know you're gonna make this trip.
Wouldn't be a surprise if you knew.
I'm sorry. Amelia, this is my sister, Janine. Her family.
Amelia.
Yeah, I know. Hi.
You know?
We've met.
On the phone. How you doing?
Merry Christmas, Lincoln.
Merry Christmas.
Thanks for watching