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male narrator: Previously,
on "Lincoln Rhyme"...

- What is the Bone Collector

trying to tell us
about each new murder?

- Jane wanted to come by
and say hi.

She is fascinated
by what you do.

- You're not a very
nice person, Jane.

You were a good friend
to Danielle.

But all good things
must come to an end.

- Our breaking story,

the return
of the Bone Collector.

- We beat the Bone Collector
at his game.

We're going to play
a new game.

[glass shatters]

So let me address
the Bone Collector directly

if he's watching.

For eight years,
we let you set the rules.

But now we're done.

We have a new game
with new rules.

And all you need to know is,
we're coming for you,

and we will find you.

We're coming for you,
and we will find you.

We're coming for you,
and we will find you.

We're coming for you,
and we will find you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Everything okay?
- I'm fine. Everything's fine.

- I got some coffee
and croissants.

- I'm not hungry.

- Okay, now I know
something's wrong.

- I told you, I'm fine.

A lot of things on my mind.

- Are you sure you're okay?

- I'm fine. Really, I am.

- All right, see you later.

- I was up all night
with the Bone Collector.

- Welcome to my world.
- I was going over his profile

thinking about
his very first kill.

Now, I don't care
how good he is now,

He would have made mistakes
then.

- He most likely made
plenty of mistakes.

- I think I found one.
Barry Rotko, 17,

Westchester County,
a missing persons case.

30 years ago,
Barry Rotko goes jogging,

never comes home.

Investigators find a pit dug

along the jogging path,
like a trap.

In it,
some of Rotko's blood.

- Oh, we know his M.O.:
kidnap, disable the victim,

kill them later somewhere else.

It's possible.

- I had Eric request
the original evidence.

We should have it by tomorrow.

Like you said,
new game, new rules.

- In the meantime,
Sellitto was on his way up.

I've got something else
for the team.

Her name is Kamala Patel,

murdered in her home
two nights ago.

- Any suspects?
- Her husband, Raj.

Witnesses heard them arguing.

The location of his phone
pings him to the house

at the time of the murder.

His prints are on
the murder weapon.

- Okay, I'll go out on a limb.
The guy did it.

- I'll co-sign that.
- He says he didn't.

- But the evidence
says otherwise, doesn't it?

- Yes, it does.

- Okay, I'm lost.

- Evidence reveals all.

What happened to that?

- Lincoln, I mean, you don't
usually bring us cases.

Why this one?

- The accused, Raj Patel,
went to Columbia with Naia.

She introduced him to Kamala.

- So you knew the victim.

- I did.
They were both friends of mine.

- I'm sorry.

- The four of us spent
a lot of time together.

I know him.

Raj didn't do this.

- Look, I'm very sorry
for your loss,

and I hate to play
Lincoln Rhyme here,

but just because you knew
the guy

doesn't meant
he didn't kill his wife.

- I realize that.

But something doesn't add up.

It's too neat,
too obvious.

- So we're taking the case

because the evidence
is too good.

- Exactly.

Raj is being held
pending arraignment.

Talk to him.

Get his side of the story.

Either find me something
to go on or convince me

that I don't know this man
the way I think I do.

- I didn't do it.

Please, you have to believe me.

- Why don't you start by
telling me about that night?

What happened?

- We had an argument.
- Oh, Raj, I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry.
Look, look, it's over, okay?

I ended it, I swear.

- Kamala had strayed away

from the marriage.

I was upset.

I'm done.

- No, Raj. No. Raj.

Raj.

- I stormed out.

[grunting]

And I realized
that I had forgotten my keys.

It was just a few minutes,

but when I came back in,
Kamala was...

[dramatic music]

Kamala.

No. No! Kamala!

It was awful.

- There was no sign anyone
had been in the room.

- No. None.

- Is there anything
you could remember

that might help us
figure this out?

- I wish there was.

I've lost everything.

My wife.

My life.

Naia always said Lincoln
can solve anything.

I need Lincoln's help, please.

- Lincoln, I can't believe it.

I just spoke
with Kamala last week.

She was gonna come out
and visit me.

- It's hit me hard too
knowing she's gone,

Raj being in prison.

- There's no way he did this.

You know that.
There's just no way.

He wouldn't.

- I know.

- You have to help him.

Lincoln, he needs you.

- I'll do everything I can
to try

and find out what happened.

- You'll get him out
of this, right?

I mean,
you'll find the evidence?

- Naia,
I'll do everything I can.

- I trust you, Lincoln.

I trust you to find the truth.

- It's not good, Lincoln.

We just came from the morgue.

There's no other traces
on the body,

no other prints on the knife.

- Amelia, you met him.

You sat with him.
What's your take?

- I think he's suffering.

He just lost his wife.

And when he says
he's innocent--

- Do you believe him?

- I want to.

Someone's been training me
not to rely on my gut.

- Lincoln, all due respect,

I don't think we should be
on this case.

I think you're too
emotionally involved.

- I agree.

Look, I know he's your friend,

but he looks good for this.

- What do you think?

- I trust you, Lincoln.

You're not sentimental,

and you're not
easily swayed my emotion.

So if you truly believe
the evidence is out there

to exonerate him,

then I say we have to
go find it.

[foreboding music]

♪

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- Okay,
I'm in Kamala's art studio.

There's a considerable
amount of blood.

I'm sorry, Lincoln.

I know she was your friend.

- I don't need a therapist,
Amelia.

I just need to see.

- Well, I see footprints.

- Yes.
The crime scene reports states

that it belongs to Raj.

He says he discovered her body,
so that's not unusual.

- The thing I can't
figure out is,

Raj said he left the house,
realized he forgot his keys,

was back in three minutes tops.

- The killer had
a simple way in.

- Well, the door hasn't been
tampered with.

Maybe Raj left it unlocked.

- What about the windows?

Wait.

See that?

- What?

- Two distinct smudges
on the outside of the glass.

Get closer.

- Oh, yeah.

- Cup your hands to your face.

- Palm prints.

The outer edges.

- Collect that trace.

Oil from the hands
will give us DNA,

so we'll know
who was spying on the Patels.

- Or who was trying to get in.

- Why did we find your
palm prints on a window, Dave?

You know this woman?

- That's Kamala, my neighbor.

- Those prints make it clear
you were spying on her.

- Kamala and me,
we were friends.

Neighbors look out
for each other, you know.

I was checking on her.

- So why not knock on the door,

ring the doorbell,
give her a call?

- Because you were
creeping on her, hmm?

- I was worried about her.

Heard her fighting with
her husband a few nights ago.

I thought maybe--
- You'd just swoop in.

Maybe she rejected you.

You got angry,
lost control.

- I was working the night
she died.

There are time logs,
security cameras.

You can check.

- You see anybody else?
A guy she was with?

Anything unusual?

- There was an electrical van
idling the whole time

I was there,
seemed weird to me.

I don't know why you're wasting
your time with me.

It was obviously her husband.
That guy has problems.

- Dave Chen's alibi
checked out.

- He's a creepy perv,
but he didn't kill Kamala.

- And her boss,
the one she was sleeping with,

his wife confirms his alibi.

- Lincoln, I know there are
no dead ends, but--

- There are no paths to follow.
I found one.

I started with the hypothesis
that Raj is innocent,

yet the evidence points to him.

Two similar cases
within the last six months.

Wives stabbed multiple times
in the torso.

Witnesses heard them fighting,

husbands tied
to the murder scene,

their prints
on the murder weapon.

- I hate to be
the naysayer here,

but husbands killing
their wives, it happens.

- And then there's this.

When you look at all three
victims, tell me what you see.

- No defensive wounds.
- Right.

With stabbings, you see wounds
on their hands and arms

from them
trying to defend themselves.

- Kamala was a fighter.

She would
have fought like hell.

- So you're saying
there's a connection

between these three cases.

- Let's talk to the husbands.

- I may have an answer to why
there are no defensive wounds.

Taser marks.

- Uh, not seeing it.

- Which is why
the M.E. missed it.

The killer incapacitated them
with a Taser

and then stabbed them over
the Taser marks to cover it up.

Look.
If you look closely,

you can see the fractional edge
of a superficial burn here

and small puncture wound
from the metal probe here.

He went through a lot
of trouble to cover his tracks.

- We're talking one M.O.
One killer.

- Which means Raj is innocent
and there's a serial killer

out there
planning the perfect murder.

[furnace rattling]

- You've got to be kidding me.

[foreboding music]

♪

Oh, my God.

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- I know everything
points to me.

But I didn't kill her.

- I had a one-night stand,
and she found out.

But that's all I'm guilty of.

- We had our issues,
but what couple doesn't?

- I was angry.

- Yes, we fought.
- I said I wished she was dead.

- I was only out the room for,
like, five minutes.

- And I know that points
the finger at me,

but it's not so.

- She was gone.

I tried to stop the bleeding,
but it was too late.

- I had her blood all over me.

- It was awful.

I can't unsee her
just lying there on the ground.

- My prints were on the knife.
Any jury would convict.

- My lawyer said it would
be best if I took the ten years

than spend
the rest of my life here.

- You have to believe me.

I didn't do this.

- Someone else killed my wife.

- Please, you have
to believe me.

- Got to say,
these guys sound credible.

- Their stories are identical.

- Yeah, even I'm starting
to believe them.

- We're looking at three
murders, three innocent people.

- You know,
for somebody to do this,

to time it just right, how?

- Start by taking a new look
at the evidence.

- Evidence for all three cases
organized accordingly.

- Good. We look at every piece
of evidence,

every fingerprint, every hair,
fiber, and speck of dust.

- Got it.
Leave no stone unturned.

- Sounds like I should
make coffee.

The big pot.

- Can't believe
I'm saying this,

but I can't find anything.

- Hey, investigators
did their due diligence.

The evidence points
to the husbands.

- Yeah, I mean,
there's no connection

between these couples.

I mean,
they didn't know each other.

They didn't go
to the same places.

How would the killer know
to target them?

- I think I can help.

This is from Raj's house.

It's called a HomeStar.

- A server, right?
- Correct.

Now,
it runs your home's networks.

Well, I checked. The other
two victims had one as well.

- Which tell us what?

- How our killer
got information on the victims.

- By hacking the server,
he was able to gain access

to their phones,
their computers.

- Gave him the keys
to their personal lives.

- Exactly.

Look, let's say we want
to get information about Eric.

You know,
learn his dark secrets.

- Not a chance.

Got a security app on my phone,
my vault.

- Really?

Okay.

"I'm E. Die-hard Mets fan.

"Wiz in the kitchen.

Good listener.
Sundays are fun days."

- Swipe left.

- Profile's public.
Anyone can see that.

- Okay, E.

How about this?

Security cameras
inside your house.

- Oh. That's deeply disturbing.

And I was able to do that
in mere seconds.

Get me a sophisticated
metadata, I can get a lot more.

- How much more?
- Texts, emails.

Look, it's as simple
as a Google search.

Type a key phrase
into the search bar

of a
sophisticated program--

"hate," "affair," "kill you"--
you're gonna get hits.

- Like profiling, he knows
the key words to search,

the precursors to the fights.

- Wait for the moment their
fight's about to boil over.

- That's when he strikes.

[telephone rings]

- Sellitto.

- So the guy has to have left
some kind of digital footprint.

- With the search tools we have
now, no footprint at all.

Look, if this guy's as good
as I think he is,

we're not catching him online.

He's a ghost.

- Thanks.
Sorry to pile on with bad news,

but it looks like
our killer struck again.

Wife dead. No defensive wounds.
Husband in custody.

- This killer thinks
he's invisible.

But every move,
every step, every breath,

he makes himself visible to us.

So let's find him.

- Victim is Samantha Layton,
33.

Multiple stab wounds.
- Taser?

- Told the M.E. on site
to look.

I'll confirm at the morgue.

- Well, what do we know
about their marriage?

- Well, they owned this
real estate business together,

but it was failing.

- There's records
of arguments in emails, texts,

and the office manager
heard them argue a lot.

- Husband's in custody
telling everyone he's innocent.

- And they have a HomeStar.

We'll keep you updated
if we find any more info.

- House has been converted
into an office.

- Show me the windows.

- There's a thin layer of dust
on them.

I don't think
they've been opened.

- The killer got in somehow.

What about the front door?

- Uh...

No sign of forced entry.

And the back door is
dead-bolted from the inside.

- Felix says all the victims'
security cameras were disabled

at the time of the murder,
including the door cam.

- So you think the killer

just walked in
through the front door?

- Bring me the lock.

If he did breach the lock,

I want to see
if he left us something.

- Hmm.

Want to know how they got in?

- Yeah.

- See this plastic splinter?

It's part of a 3-D printed key.

- Well, how did
the perp get a key?

I mean, I know
they have digital access,

but not actual access.

- If Felix was right,
all they would have to do

is get the security images
of the front door

from HomeStar,
zoom in on the key

when the targets came in,
take a screenshot,

and then make a 3-D
printed key from that.

- I really need to upgrade
my home security system.

Wow, so we were right.

The killer just walked through
the front door.

- And that is why the timing
of the murders was so perfect.

- Because these couples had
a killer in their midst,

and they didn't even know it.

[dramatic music]

♪

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- How'd it go?
- Met with the DA.

She's willing to wait
on a formal indictment,

but if we don't prove
this theory,

they're gonna hit Raj
with murder one.

- Are they still holding him?
- They have 72 hours.

- How's he doing?
- Last I talked to him,

he was trying to hold
on to hope...but losing.

- Mm.
- Well, I've got his back.

I was able to get a partial
print from the key fragment.

Not enough to run,
but if we land a suspect,

I'll be able to match it.

- Okay, got something.

I did a deep dive on the
electrical van Dave Chen saw.

Now, it could be nothing,
but it could be a cover

for the killer to be
in the neighborhood.

There were no photos of it
at the other crime scenes,

but there was a security camera
across the street

from the second victim's house.

- Tracked it down.

We got this.

Check out the lettering.

- E-L-E?
- If that says electrical,

that places the same van
at two crime scenes.

- Right, but we don't even know

if it's a real electrical van
or a cover.

- Oh, and that's why I pulled
all registered

commercial electrical vans
in the tri-state area.

Thousands.

- But...

maybe there's a way
we can narrow it down.

Dave Chen said the van
was idling the entire time

he was outside Kamala's house.

It was cold that night.

He was probably
running the heater,

which means it was likely
releasing some kind of fluids.

- You think we can get a trace
from the van

in a city full of cars
leaking fluid?

- I think it rained
right before.

I think that narrows the odds.

If Sellitto and Eric
can find out

exactly where Chen thinks
it was parked, we can try.

- So we're looking for a needle
in an asphalt haystack.

- Mm, no more unlikely
than the parking ticket

that nailed Son of Sam

or Ted Bundy being pulled over
for driving a stolen car.

Every scrap of evidence
leads back to someone.

[foreboding music]

♪

[cell phone buzzing]

- Danielle?
- You need to come home.

- Why? What's wrong?

- I just need you
to come home now.

- Okay. I'll be right there.

[phone beeps]

- Eric and Sellitto
brought me asphalt

from where the van was parked.

- You can get
something from it?

- It's called a poultice.

Lay it on top of any granite,
marble, or asphalt surface,

pulls all the oil out.

Makes for a great
homemade cleaner.

You good?

- I guess I'm still shocked at
Lincoln's emotional involvement

in this case.

I feel for him.

- He doesn't look like he cares
all the time.

But here's a little secret
about Lincoln Rhyme.

He cares all the time.

- Please tell me they found

more than
just potholes out there.

- The poultice pulled out
the oil from the asphalt

with a high concentration
of zinc

dialkyl dithiophosphate.

An additive used to prevent
engine wear in older cars.

- Which tells us that the van
is at least six years old.

So that narrows the list.

But get this, that particular
additive, it's an off-brand.

It's only sold at two repair
shops in the five boroughs.

I ran receipts
from the last year,

narrowed the listing further.

- By how many?
- Two electrical vans.

And one was a van
from Elmwood Electric.

So the company went
out of business.

They sold up their fleet
at an auction.

I got list of the customers,
ran the names,

got a hit on a guy
in the system

for a hacking charge.
Ran the prints. Guess what.

- Matched our partial prints.

- Garrett Harrison.
Tech support at HomeStar.

- Eric's putting a BOLO out.
- He was fired ten months ago.

- Fired why?
- Interpersonal conflict.

I dug into his background
and found the real kicker.

When he was a teenager,
his father killed his mother

right in front of him
after one too many fights.

Father went on trial,
beat the rap,

destroyed the family.

- Well, at least now

we know why
he targets fighting couples.

- He's acting out what he saw
his parents do.

- This happened
when he was a teenager.

Why has he
suddenly started killing?

- Anything could have triggered
him, really.

- I've got his address,
but be careful.

He's ahead of us.

- You're right, Felix.

Which is why
I want you to go with them.

- Right.
Yeah, I--I can do that.

[foreboding music]

♪

- Okay, on three. One. Two.

- Wait.
I'm getting a Z-Wave signal

coming from inside the unit.

- What?
- Meaning Garrett's running

a smart lock
on the door itself.

He can control it
from anywhere.

- Yeah, but we're gonna bypass
that the old-fashioned way.

- Which would trigger an alarm.

He could remotely erase
the hard drive before

we have a chance to look at it.

I can bypass it the new way.

- Okay.

- NYPD!

[dramatic music]

Clear.

♪

- Clear.
- First floor's clear.

Check in the basement.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Are you gambling again?

You promised that you'd stop.

- Basement's clear.
Look at this setup.

- Lincoln, are you seeing this?

He's got multiple camera angles
from inside their house.

- You lost all of it.

- Looks like we just found
his next target.

.

- Their entire house is run
through a HomeStar.

Security cameras.

He's been watching for weeks.

- Yeah, this guy's sick.

- Continue playing that video.

- You lost all of it?

- I won't do it again.

I promise.

- We never should have bought
this house.

We can't pay our bills.
We can't pay our mortgage.

I could kill you.

- "I could kill you"?

Sounds like the kind of fight
that would trigger him.

- Yeah, for all we know,
he could be there now.

- We need names, address,
phone numbers.

We've got to warn them.
- On it.

[tense music]

- What just happened?

- He wrote a self-destruct code
to prevent unauthorized logins.

I can beat him.
It's gonna take time.

- There might be another way.

- What are you thinking?

- Rewind.

Stop.

The style looks
to be Medieval Revival,

pointed arch windows,
chandelier,

all original
and meticulously maintained.

It could be an historic home.

Zoom in on the husband's shirt.

It's an emblem for the Bronx
Museum of Natural History.

He could live somewhere
in the vicinity of the Bronx.

There are a handful of historic
districts in the Bronx.

Wait.

Enlarge the right side
of the frame.

The book on the coffee table,
zoom in.

It's a book
on Dwight James Baum,

noted architect
of the early 20th century.

He did most of his work
in the Bronx,

where he built half the homes

in what would become the
Fieldston Historic District.

- Can you narrow it down
a little more?

- It's a small area,
about 250 homes.

But they were arguing that
they shouldn't have bought it.

I'll check recent real estate
listings to see

if I can match the interior.

Give me a minute.

- We'll head there now to see
if we can spot the van.

- I'm gonna stay here
and see if I can

get this back up and running.

- I'll let the unis know.

- I've got it.

4400 Waldo Avenue.

The house is listed under
Richard and Michaela Garfield.

- Let's go.

- ESU is five minutes out.

Electrical van's
been spotted outside.

- Exigent circumstances
if ever I saw it.

- Lincoln, we're going in.

- Door's unlocked.

[tense music]

♪

- Hands up. NYPD.

- What's happening?
- Richard Garfield?

There's an intruder
in your house.

Is your wife home?

- Oh God, Michaela.
- We'll get her.

I need you to wait outside,
Richard.

- But my wife.
- We will find her.

I need you outside.

Husband's secure.
Wife's in the house.

- Felix says,
with his set up gear,

he can watch you
from his phone.

I want you all
to move carefully.

Take care of each other.

- Yeah.
I like the sound of that.

Okay.

I'm gonna move room to room

until we...Lincoln?

- He's controlling the lights.

- It's pitch black in here,
Lincoln.

- Felix engineered your rig
with night vision.

I'll help guide you.

Night vision mode.

- [breathing heavily]

I still can't see.

- You can do this, Amelia.

There's a hallway
in front of you with a door.

- [gasping]

- NYPD. You're gonna be okay.

I need paramedics.

Got female victim,
stabbed in the chest.

Okay.
Hang on. I'm getting you help.

- She needs to hear your voice.

- You're doing great, Amelia.

One step at a time.

I'm right here with you.

Breath. Just breath.

There's a door ahead.

It's slightly ajar.

- I'm checking the basement.

- Ambo's here.

ESU is two minutes out.
I'm checking the perimeter.

- What is this?
- Some sort of storage base.

- Who are these people?

- Stop.

Amelia, be still.

Don't say a word.

At 5:00 is a man hiding.

Now,
we don't know what he can see.

Eric, get down there.
Felix, get those lights on.

- I know you're there.

Garrett?

We know who you are.

We know what
you've been through.

We know everything.

I know you've been hurt,

and I know you want
to hurt people back.

- You think you can
talk me down?

Lead me to some sort
of breakthrough, hmm?

- I want you to know
that I get it.

Look, I can help you.

You know
you're not walking out of here.

So it's up to you
how this plays out, okay?

This can end easily...

Or the hard way.

All you have to do is...

Ugh!

- Amelia!

Amelia.

.

- Amelia, talk to me.

Felix, we need those lights.

- Just a few more seconds.

- We don't have
a few more seconds.

- [gasping]

[gunshot]

- Amelia.
- Yeah.

- Tell me you're okay.

- I'm good.

Someone should call Lincoln.

[exhales]

[laughs]

Suspect in custody.

- Okay. What was the gunshot?

- Me firing at shadows.

- And hitting them.

- She got him.

- Yes, she did.

Great job, Amelia.

[radio chatter]

- [exhales]

- He's stable.
Medic thinks it was

a through-and-through and
didn't hit any major arteries.

Not bad for a blind shot.

- Well, I wasn't blind.

I had Lincoln.

He was my eyes for a change.

- What about Michaela?
- She's on her way to surgery,

but they say
she's gonna be okay.

We must have stopped him
when we came in.

Felix is working the apartment.
He thinks he found the trigger.

Garrett's neighbor said
he had a girlfriend.

They had a huge fight.
She ghosted him.

- Let me guess.
This was six months ago

right before the first murder.

- You know, Amelia, you really
should go to the hospital,

make sure you're okay.

- I'm okay.

Thank you.

I, uh,

I have somewhere else
I need to be.

- Mm.

- They're letting me go?
- By morning.

They're dropping the charges,
Raj.

Same with the others.

- [sobbing]

- Thank you, Lincoln.

You saved Raj's life.

- It won't bring Kamala back.

- No, but at least he has
a chance to heal.

- Mm.

Now we all can.

- I talked to Kamala's mother.

Her funeral is this Sunday
in New Hampshire.

I'm gonna fly out for it.

- I'd like to be there.

- And I'd like to see you.

[chuckles]

But I know you're...

busy.

- We're getting closer
to the Bone Collector,

hunting old cases,
taking a new approach.

I'm gonna find him
this time, Naia.

Put that fear to rest
once and for all.

- I hope so...for all of us.

- Tell Camden I love him.

- I will.

[knock at door]

- [clears throat]

Come in.

- You have a visitor.

- Oh.

Don't you think you've earned
a good night's sleep?

- Ahh,
I earned more than that.

- Mm.

- But I seem to remember
you making a promise

to find the Bone Collector,

and the Barry Rotko boxes
have arrived.

Unless, you know,
you're too tired.

- Claire,
put on some coffee?

- One coffee and one
green smoothie coming up.

- I'd like to thank you.

- No need.

We did it for you.

Should we get started?

- Let's find
the Bone Collector.

- Hey.

Everything okay?

- We need to talk.

[dramatic music]

I found these today.
They were hidden in the wall.

I couldn't even look
at them all.

- These are awful.

- I'm shaking.

I think these are real.

I think someone who lived here
before us might be--

- A killer.

We should call the police.

- Yes. Yes. I'll call 911.

- No,
911 is for imminent danger.

We'll--we'll call
first thing tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- It'll wait.

- No, honey, this is bad.

And this guy
could still be out there.

I think--I mean, some of these
pictures--like, this is...

Jane.

[gasps]

- Come with me.

Trust me.

It'll all be okay.

[eerie music]

♪