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- 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?

[breathing hard]

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.

- [groans] - So what shall it be:

slit her throat or take her out the front door?

Which scares you more, Claire? - Mm...

Uggh...

- Oh, please. - [groans]

- What is this?

- Autonomic dysreflexia. - [grunts]

- 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. - [whimpering]

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! - [grunting] Mm...mm...

- You're not going to die.

- [groaning]

- Stay with me.

Stay with Claire.

Stay with me, Lincoln. Stay with me!

- [groaning] - 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.

[sirens approaching]

Aah! - NYPD is pulling up.

You'll never get past them.

- Bitch! Oh--ugh!

This isn't over.

[foreboding music]

♪

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[sirens approaching]

- 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.

[cell phone rings]

- Oh, my God.

[ringing]

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..

[door closes]

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.

[suspenseful music]

♪

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.

How did the Bone Collector know so much about me,

Amelia and the team, and how the hell did he know

what cold cases we were investigating?

I had a lot of time lying there in that bed.

I dug. I figured it out.

- Between us, I think they're going to catch him this time.

They have something new.

- Crosby Wilson, NYPD records,

he had access to all our investigative requests,

and he went to the police academy with Peter Taylor.

- You think he's in on it?

- I've been on the phone trying to find out.

Nobody's seen him since the news broke yesterday

about the Bone Collector's identity.

- If you get his phone number,

I can ping him. - Okay.

- Crosby Wilson is nowhere to be found.

And his car is parked in the middle of nowhere?

- And the phone pings here for hours.

- I see his phone.

- No one leaves their phone. You know what that means.

[dark music]

♪

Well, that's a welcome surprise.

- Wait. So his car is just dumped here.

Crosby could be anywhere.

- I got a bad feeling.

It's him. - How are we supposed to

find clues in all of that?

- He wasn't here to leave clues.

Look at the burn marks, fingernails.

Crosby was tortured for information.

- What information?

- I don't know, but he had access

to every file in the NYPD, every case, every detail,

and now the Bone Collector has it.

.

- I'm working on Crosby Wilson's laptop.

[keyboard keys clicking]

- Why is my file here?

- All our files.

Crosby gave him everything about us.

- You were right.

That's how he knew about Nightshade.

- And my wedding. - What did Crosby

think he was doing? - Apparently, he liked to

comb files, solve cases before the detectives.

It was a game, but he had no idea

who he was playing the game with.

- Can you figure out what information he accessed last?

- I'm trying. - Unfortunately, what I found

from the jacket fibers won't help much.

We got Peter Taylor's blood and skin,

but the only thing of note is a high concentration of Freon.

- Air-conditioning fluid. - Yeah, aerosol propellant.

I mean, cars, refrigerators.

I can see if I can find a specific chemical signature,

try to trace it to the manufacturer.

- But it's used everywhere.

- Right. - So we figure out

what Peter Taylor wanted from Crosby.

- Well, clearly something Crosby didn't want him to know.

He must have realized who he was dealing with.

- But too late.

- Oh, my God. That's it.

- The vehicle ID... assigned to

the Detective Bureau Task Force.

- He knows Naia and Camden are being moved.

- I'll call it in.

- DB task force on the air?

- DB task force--go ahead. - We need to pull over--

been a change of plans. - What do you mean?

- The kind we shouldn't discuss on the air

with your passengers.

[tense music]

♪

- Is everything okay?

- Sit tight. I'll go talk to him.

I don't like this. We're exposed out here.

Keep a watch out through the glass.

If anyone approaches, take the hell off.

Don't worry about me.

[tense music]

♪

Ah!

Stay down!

[gunfire continues]

Take this. Keep it hidden, okay?

Keep it hidden. - Okay.

- Stay down.

[gunfire continues]

- Aah--

[dark music]

♪

- [soft sobbing] Shh, shh, shh.

[siren wailing]

- Eric's phone is going straight to voicemail.

- Backup is two minutes out.

- No. No, no, no, no.

- What? Amelia, turn on the camera.

- It's the driver.

- Where the hell are Camden and Naia?

- They're gone! He took them. - He's dead.

Need to call an ambulance! Oh, my God--Eric!

- Central, 10-13, 10-13!

- Eric, pal, it's okay. - Officer down.

- Woodland Grove Courtland.

I need an ambulance now.

10-13! - Copy that.

- Hang in there, buddy. Stay with me.

Stay with me.

- He took...took the cruiser.

- He took the police cruiser? - Yeah.

We'll get it. We'll get it.

There was a lead cruiser in the detail.

Taylor must have overtaken the officer.

Eric, I'm right here. - Central?

- Stay with me.

- I need a statewide BOLO on a Peter Taylor.

- Stay with me! - He could be driving

in an NYPD cruiser.

- You're not going to die on me, buddy.

You're not going to die on me.

- W...w...watch...

- Watch?

Watch what? Watch what?

Hey!

Eric.

Eric, I'm right here.

Eric.

[melancholy music]

♪

Eric.

♪

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[police radio chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

- His family came from the Dominican Republic.

His old man was a cop in the five one.

Caught a bullet coming out of a JCPenny on Baychester.

Eric was just a kid then.

Had to grow up fast. You know?

- Yeah.

- He said it made him strong...

Gave him a purpose to be a detective.

I'm going to miss you, my friend.

- I'm so sorry.

- We have to get him, Amelia.

We have to hurt him.

Make him suffer.

I want to destroy him.

[cooing]

- I'm here for you, Lincoln.

- He's taken everything, Claire...

everything I love.

- They're going to find him. I know they will.

- Lincoln, found the cruiser. - Show me.

- Did you know him? - Kirby.

Looks like a rookie.

Bastard kills three cops in broad daylight.

- Probably waited outside the safe house.

When Kirby made contact with Eric,

Taylor snuck in the back of the cruiser, used a garrote.

- A padlock and a number sequence

on a piece of paper. - He left us clues.

Still playing his damn games.

- Two clues. Why only two clues?

- Numbers on the paper.

Numbers and the paper could be two separate clues.

May be our only way to find Naia and Camden.

- Probably stole another car. I'll call it in.

[Naia whimpering, panting]

- Your eyes are almost a light ash.

- Where's my son?

- He's safe, alive, for now.

What was it like to be married to the great Lincoln Rhyme?

Wait. You were never married to him.

He couldn't let go of his first love: himself.

- Lincoln's going to find us.

- Still in denial right to the end, so sad.

If only he'd been a little less self-involved.

- You are meaningless to him. - Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh,

shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

You need to conserve your energy.

I turned the temperature down to 3 degrees.

Hypothermia will set in soon.

If Lincoln is as good as he says he is,

he'll save you.

But he isn't.

- Oh, God. Oh.

- Update from Sellitto:

FBI and PD are ripping through traffic cams,

CCTV, security footage, police reports,

searching for any sign of a stolen vehicle.

- We don't wait--while they do their work, we do ours.

Evidence? - Padlock is basic:

laminated steel with a simple tumbler release mechanism.

It's sold anywhere and everywhere.

- Felix? - Running Heap's algorithm

to test every permutation of the string of numbers.

Looking for a pattern.

- Anything stand out? - Not so far.

- Well, the paper is bond stock butcher paper.

It's uncoated, 120 grams per square meter.

It's used for art projects, meat and cheese wraps.

It's common as dirt. - Prints? Trace?

- I have what look like skin cells.

Running them now. - Okay. Got a number pattern.

Sequence matches the shipping number of a package.

- What package? - Tracking, hurrying.

Got it! In transit from Boise, Idaho,

scheduled to arrive in Manhattan District Center

tomorrow before 10.

- What is it? - It's a box.

12x12x12 from Ernie's Sports Memorabilia.

- A box of what, Felix?

- There's no description of contents, no insurance.

It's addressed to you here.

- Find that package! - It's airborne.

- Intercept the flight!

- The FAA is never going to allow that!

- I need that third clue! - Lincoln, your blood pressure.

- Not now. - You'll have an attack,

a real one this time.

- I don't care about my blood pressure.

I need to find my son.

I need to find Naia, and sitting here,

following the clues makes me want to throw something,

hit something, kick something, and I can't.

He took that away from me.

I won't let him take anything else.

- Thanks.

You know, Eric took care of his family,

his siblings after their parents died.

- I know. We had that in common.

I cannot imagine how they're going to take this.

- What did he mean, "watch"?

- Maybe he was trying to warn us.

You know, watch out.

- Warning us about what? - I don't know.

- I can't get it out of my head,

seeing him like that, holding his hand as he...

Watch what? Stay with me, buddy.

Eric!

- What? - Watch--his watch,

his smartwatch that he wouldn't shut up about, he just got it.

- Well, what about it? - He wasn't wearing it.

He took it off. What if he gave it

to Camden or Naia so we could track them?

- Last location of the watch. - Marcus Garvey Park, Harlem.

- Problem is, the signal went dead.

Now maybe the Bone Collector found it,

turned it off or destroyed it.

- But we know where he was at least.

- Yes, we have an area.

- With Sellitto and with me,

it was somewhere that meant something to us.

- Camden was born here. Naia lived her whole life here.

How does that narrow things down?

- Well, we have the padlock, butcher paper.

- And a package we can't access.

- We have something else--the Freon from the Bone Collector,

I just finished trace on the paper.

It was butcher paper from a butcher.

The skin cells were meat, specifically grass-fed beef.

- Naia's father was a butcher,

part owner of a meat locker near Morningside Park.

- Freon used to keep the beef cold.

Padlock fits, too.

- And the third clue would've given us a location.

- Ernie's Sports Memorabilia?

It's just some guy in his basement.

All right? He's not answering his phone.

That package could be anything, but we don't need it.

We're ahead this time. Look. Eric gave us an extra clue.

The meat locker is near Marcus Garvey Park.

Harlem Meats-- it's right by the park.

[phone vibrating] - FBI alert: car with plates

matching to a stolen vehicle spotted at Marcus Garvey Park.

- We need to go now before they freeze to death!

[dramatic music]

♪

- Lincoln, we got her.

- Naia. - I don't see any wires.

It doesn't look rigged.

She's alive Lincoln--we got to get her core temperature up.

Guys, in here!

- Naia, it's okay. You're safe. We're getting you out of here.

Where's Camden? Where's Camden?

- Camden.

- Lincoln, I don't see anything.

- Give me a full 360. He's here.

Stop. See that light?

- He left a note. "One last game.

You know where to find me. Come alone."

.

- As far as I can tell, it's only a map.

There's nothing highlighted,

nothing circled, no X marks the spot.

- Okay. Why does he think I'll know where?

- Because it has meaning. Okay? If this is his endgame,

then it's going to have meaning to you

just like the Marcy had meaning to Sellitto,

just like the meat locker had meaning to Naia.

- The whole city has meaning to me:

where I trained, where I caught the Tourist Killer.

The first body I found-- that was the Bone Collector!

- The night we met.

- Only good thing ever to come out of the Bone Collector.

But it has to have meaning to me and Camden.

It could be 100 things. I don't know.

- Hospital says Naia' doing well:

minor frostbite, no cognitive loss.

- But she has no idea

where he took Camden? - No.

She said, "Please just find him."

- Amelia, you understand Peter Taylor almost as well as I do.

I need you to profile.

What does he do next?

- What is Camden most afraid of?

- He's a kid-- it could be anything.

- Yeah, but the Bone Collector trapped me in

the scariest place I know-- my living nightmare.

- He threatened to take me outside.

- Okay. So is there a place on a map

that Camden is afraid of? - Kid had no fear

until the Bone Collector came into our lives.

The minute he saw his father

chasing a serial killer all over New York--

- Maybe it's that--the kills. We know where those are.

- Yeah. I can mark them off on the map.

- I don't need them marked to know where they are.

Give me a minute.

I have seen Camden afraid:

when he came to the hospital and saw me this way.

- What hospital? - Not the hospital.

Pull up the warehouse where he did this to me.

- It should be right there. - He erased it.

- Well, the clue wasn't what is on the map.

It's what's not there.

He wants to take me back to where this started.

That's where it ends.

- I'll call ESU. - No. I have to go alone.

- You know that's a trap. - Of course it's a trap.

- I don't tell you how to do your job,

but dying is not going to help Camden.

You are not going in there alone.

- No, I'm not. Amelia, get the camera rig.

♪

- You're going in alone, but we are your eyes and your ears.

- Okay. I can live with that.

- What if he finds you're rigged or takes it?

- That's why I need your help.

We'll make adjustments. I can't save Camden alone.

I can't catch the Bone Collector alone.

I didn't realize that three years ago.

This time, I do, and I'm not alone.

[intense music]

♪

- I know that bomb. Timer is not running.

- Recognize that bomb, Lincoln?

It's one of our old favorites.

It's wired to the door.

Same is true for every other door.

If your friends try and breach their way in,

there won't be enough of them left to bury.

- Bomb squad is here, Lincoln. I'm bringing them the image.

No way he's had time to rig the whole damn place.

Find another way in.

Hey. Hey! We got to get in there.

- Kate, do the blueprints of the warehouse tell us anything?

- I'm looking. Maybe there's a way around the bomb.

- This place bring back old memories?

Only this time, you can't come up.

- Find Camden, Lincoln. We need to see more of the setup

to figure out how to get him out.

- No need to hide--I came alone...mano a mano.

- You're earlier than I expected.

- We were able to find Naia without your damn clues.

- Good thing I saved the worst for the last.

You won't save your son.

So many things in life bring us full circle.

- Camden!

What did you do to him? - Oh, my God.

- Gave him a harmless little sleeping pill.

He was talking too much, like father, like son.

- Let him go! - Come on, Lincoln.

You know the game.

You figure out how to set him free before I switch the remote

for the trap door and he falls through.

You think it'll crush his spinal cord like you did

or just die while you watch?

Ticktock, Lincoln. The end is nigh.

.

- You know you're not getting out of this.

- I realize that. I kill him. I kill you.

Then when they breach their way inside,

I'll die in the rubble... - Got the remote?

- The clear winner and loser. - Got it.

- Our names inextricably linked together forever.

- Researching.

- Let me ask you something, Lincoln.

Have you figured it out yet-- why?

What you've done to deserve all this?

- You want to know the truth? - Lincoln,

Felix needs more time with the remote.

Sellitto needs more time with the bomb squad.

You need to keep him talking,

so you have to let him draw the story out.

- I haven't figured it out, so if I'm going to die

for my sins, you might as well tell me what they are.

- Sabin Baldridge.

- Killed four women at Coney Island.

I cracked that case at the Academy.

- I cracked that case at the Academy!

I did! You were always so full of yourself.

You never saw any of the other students.

You just cared about you being the smartest person

in the room. It was a competition.

We had 24 hours, and I solved it first!

I walked in to tell Captain Olsen

that Sabin Baldridge was our man,

but you pushed right by me and shouted the answer!

- I'm hacking the remote.

I can jam the signal, but I need a few more seconds.

- We don't have a few more seconds.

If the bomb blows, you'll be in blast range.

- I wanted to show how valuable I was,

but instead... I got cut from the Academy.

- The program was designed to weed out students!

We all knew that.

- You think if I said Sabin Baldridge first,

I wouldn't have been head of the class?

- No, because if you had it in you,

you would've gotten the answer before I did.

- You're baiting me.

I've got the power here. This is my power.

- He's covering--he was killing before the Academy.

- Got something. - Blaming me.

Do you actually believe that?

Because we both know you were killing

years before you met me. It's who you are.

- You think you understand me, Lincoln?

- There's a faster way.

Maintenance record show there's an exhaust ceiling

that removed for repairs three weeks ago--it's a way in.

- All right. Stand down. We're going to try another way.

- Your new partner, Amelia Sachs,

give you statistics on people like me?

There are no people like me! - You think you're special?

Do you think the childhood trauma you endured

is worse than others?

You think the compulsion you feel is different than others?

- You want to know the truth? I just tried it...

and I liked it, and...

I don't know why.

Ask Amelia. She'll tell you. It's what makes me me!

- Lincoln, keep him talking. His wife.

- You're not fully human.

A man who could take his wife and squeeze

the life out of her, cut off her fingers--

- I didn't kill Danielle! You did!

- You'd like that, wouldn't you?

You'd like it to be my fault!

You chose to kill her,

the one person who ever loved you!

- Stop it! - Admit it.

The compulsion came over you, and you killed her.

It was fun for you. You killed your own wife

because you liked it! - No, I didn't!

Stop talking about her! Stop it!

Recognize this, Lincoln?

Can you hear me?

- [whimpers] [knife impacts]

I should've killed you with this three years ago.

Now I'm going to do it

after you watch Camden fall.

- Please. - To join you.

- Please don't. - It'll all be over soon.

- Please don't! Don't!

- Felix, is it done?

- Seconds away. - Please don't!

[beep] [whining tone]

[beep] [whining tone]

[beep, beep] [tone]

- Are they coming, Lincoln?

Are your friends coming to save you?

Have they been watching us?

Are you wearing that clever little camera?

Yes, you are, aren't you? Okay. That's fine.

- ♪ Every day, it's getting...♪

- I want to say something to Detective Sellitto!

You were too late three years ago!

You're going to be too late today!

Sellitto, Sachs, say good-bye to Lincoln.

- Ugh! - Aah! Aah!

Aah!

[intense music]

♪

- ♪ True love from me

♪ Every day, things are getting closer ♪

♪ Going faster than a roller coaster ♪

- What have you done?

- Lincoln!

- Get Camden.

- Hey. Wake up. Hey. Hey. You're okay.

- Guess we weren't too late.

- He's going to help you. Okay?

- Kate put a fast-acting paralytic in the camera.

- Tell me--how does it feel

to be trapped inside your own body?

Already you can't feel your arms or your legs.

What I wanted: for you to die.

But that would be giving you what you wanted,

so now you'll go to trial for all that you've done

so people can see you lost.

You failed.

- [strangled gasps]

- You did it, Lincoln. - No. We did it.

We all did it.

Peter Taylor, you're under arrest.

[handcuffs clinking]

Naia, I'm sorry for putting you and Camden in jeopardy.

My life, what I do--

- Lincoln, the doctor said it would be best for him

to stay where he feels safe,

and he wanted to be here with you.

- I told Mom you'd come.

You'd save us both, and you did.

- He's going to be in jail for the rest of his life.

You don't have to be afraid anymore.

- Maybe we can move back here, to New York.

- We'll talk about that later.

- Why don't you focus on getting some rest?

I'll come back and check on you in a bit.

There's someone I have to thank.

[indistinct chatter]

- I'd like to raise a toast to my partner,

Detective Eric Castillo, a good cop,

a hero who left us today, much too soon...

But he helped us catch the Bone Collector.

- He put his life on the line to protect my family.

I am forever grateful. [clears throat]

To Eric!

- To Eric!

- Amelia, will you do the honor, the end-of-watch call?

- Yeah.

- Central, 10-84,

we are present at the location.

- DB task force, DB task force.

All units be advised: Detective Eric Castillo

was killed in the line of duty today.

Detective Castillo is now 10-42, gone but not forgotten.

- Eric, we have the watch from here.

- Present arms.

Order arms.

- I really can't face going home right now.

How about another round?

- I'm in.

- Where did this package come from?

I didn't see this earlier. It's addressed to you, Lincoln.

- 12x12x12.

- The third clue?

- Well, how is that possible?

- Well, it's been tampered with.

Someone must have intercepted it.

- Yeah, but how did they get it here?

The Bone Collector is locked up.

[phone rings]

- Phone?

[phone continues ringing]

- Hello?

- Congratulations on catching the Bone Collector, Lincoln.

Sorry about your friend. You and your esteemed team

trying to figure out if you know me.

Let me give you a little clue. You do.

- How'd you get this package?

- You really do need to upgrade your security, Felix.

- What do you want?

- I have a murder for you to solve.

- What murder? - If you'd kindly step outside,

all will be clear.

- I'll check the roof.

- You think you can catch me, Lincoln?

Think again.

[dark, intense music]