The Bone Collector

- Paulie, how's it look?

- Snitch says the cop's body's...

about 300 yards down

in the abandoned tunnel.

- Howie?

- Right behind you, Captain.

Keep back till I process the scene.

Watch out below!

- So where the hell is the car?

- I don't know.

- That's the last time I take a red-eye.

- Maybe we can take a cab.

I'm gonna fi re this son ofa b*tch.

He's always got an excuse.

Come on, we'll be home

beforeyou know it, hmm?

Yeah.

Excuse me. Excuse me,

I thinkyou're going the wrong way.

Honey, honey, wake up. We're lost,

or he's taking us for a ride.

We're in the middle ofnowhere.

Where the hell you going?

I said Fifth Avenue.

We're not tourists here, man.

Hey, where areyou going?

Let us out.

Stop the car.

- Stop this car, man!

- Stop the car!

Sh*t.

- Oh, my God.

- Son ofa b*tch.

Stop the goddamn car!

- Stop it, please.

- Stop the car.

Stop this car, goddamn it!

Stop this car!

Good morning.

You look a little dehydrated.

- How about somejuice?

- How about two fi ngers ofvodka?

Isn't it a little early forvodka?

Time, as you well know,

is a relative consideration, Thelma.

-Juice.

- Vodka.

- Coming!

-Join me in a drink, Richard?

I'd love to, but a med tech with

liquor on his breath, I think not.

- Thanks.

- So, how areyou?

I'm better than

your heart-pacing gear.

Every time I'm here, it's skewed further

out ofspec. You need a new unit.

I really need a new body.

I'm afraid I can't helpyou

with that.

- I'll bring you a new unit tomorrow.

- Okay.

- This one'll be stable till then.

- Thankyou, Richard.

- Take it easy.

- I'll take it anyway I can get it.

- How's he doing this morning?

- He asked forvodka again.

- Give him any?

- No!

- Good morning, Doctor.

- Hi, Richard.

Hey, would you look at this!

Peregrine falcon. Am I right?

Yep.

He likes cripples.

Yeah, there was a piece about them

in the Times the other day...

nesting all over the city.

Something to do with architecture

ofall these old buildings.

I thought he liked my company.

They're a little shy.

Don't take it personally, Barry.

- Drink, Doc?

- No, thanks, Thelma, I'm fi ne.

Bed mode.

- Got vodka in there?

- No.

You ain't getting any either.

All right, I'll letyou guys talk.

So, Linc, you can imagine how much

sleep I've gotten the past few days...

considering your request.

That'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 fi nger, two shoulders and a brain.

That's all I have, Barry.

These dysreflexia seizures

are occurring more frequently.

Build-up offluid 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 wanna make the fi nal transition

on my own terms.

I'll get it done

with orwithoutyou.

Oh, yeah,

I supposeyou would.

So?

- Okay.

- Okaywhat?

Okay, I'll assistyou...

in your fi nal transition.

- What about today?

- Linc, preparations 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 doyou get back?

Sunday.

Okay. Sunday.

- I'll seeyou then.

- Get out beforeyou changeyour mind.

Don't bother to get up.

I'll show myselfout.

Yeah, I'll raceyou to the door.

You are...

a very good friend.

Amelia.

- Hey.

- Hey. Morning.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fi ne.

I just couldn't sleep.

- What time is it?

- It's early.

I'm gonna be late forwork.

I gotta shower.

- No, you don't. Stay here.

- I gotta go.

- Hey, I'll make breakfast?

- No, thanks, I'm gonna be late.

Another

slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am, huh?

Look--

My therapist tells me...

I might not be getting what I need

out ofthis relationship.

What are we doing here?

I thinkwe make a great couple.

You know where I stand on this.

You know what I want.

Steve, we've been through this.

I care aboutyou. You know that.

I can't make a commitment.

Go to work then.

Go ahead.

You're gonna be late.

So, Amelia, is it true

you're quitting the cops?

- No, transferring to Youth Services.

- You lucky f***.

You must have one hell

ofa rabbi downtown.

- We're gonna miss you here.

- Three-post-eleven here.

- FrightenedchildatAmtraksite.

- I'm a block away. I'll take it.

Some kid found something

over at the tracks.

- Finish eating. I'll check it out.

- Seeyou, kid.

Three-post-eleven,

anything furtheron that ten-ten?

Nothing yet.

Wait, I think I see him.

Areyou the one

who called the police?

Wait there, okay?

- Areyou out ofyour mind?

- Shut off the engine, all right?

There's been a homicide.

I can't letyou through.

- My name is Amelia. What's yours?

- Chris.

Chris, hey. I got ajob foryou.

Here's some money.

I need you to buy me one ofthose

cheapo cardboard cameras...

the ones you can throw away.

Okay. Fast as you can.

Three-post-eleven to central.

Get Amtrak to send a bus over here.

Get these passengers out ofhere.

Captain Cheney, Detective Solomon.

- Anything else?

- First officer on the scene is there.

I found strange stuff near the body. I

collected it before it was washed away.

- I also took some pictures.

- Thanks.

- You the one who stopped the train?

- I thought it would disturb evidence.

So why not shut down Grand Central while

you're at it, hmm, Patrolman Donahue?

- Is that right?

- Donaghy.

- A rookie, I take it?

- No, sir.

Pretty dumb.

Captain, guess who

the vic turns out to be.

- Talk to me.

- Alan f***ing Rubin.

Listen, I don't want anybody

in this area except for the crime unit.

- Okay?

- Okay, Detective.

Knight to H-6. Check.

- You got company. Cops.

- Tell 'em I'm busy.

- They said it was urgent.

- Tell 'em I'm out running.

She's too polite for that, Linc.

Hey, looky who's here.

- I got a serious situation.

- It's going around, Paulie.

Chief Murphy sent me.

The good chief.

Hear about the couple at the airport,

got in a taxi yesterday morning?

- Never made it home.

- We don't watch the news anymore.

He used to read four papers a day,

tape all the news shows.

Yeah, and now I just hit

the rewind button. A-3.

Things never change.

Yeah, well, that was Alan Rubin

and his wife in that taxi.

Found him dead, buried,

shot in the face...

hand sticking out ofthe ground with his

wife's wedding band on his fi nger...

which was skinned to the bone.

She's still missing.

Excuse me whileyou catch up, okay?

Don't go too far, Thelma. These nice

gentlemen are leaving in 30 seconds.

Sounds likeyou gotyourself

an open-and-shut there, Paulie.

- I don't think so.

- Yeah?

A man worth millions found dead...

with his wife's wedding band

on his mutilated hand.

What does that tell you?

The doer is saying he's got her.

He's probably contacting the family

right now making a ransom demand.

- I would've been paged ifhe had.

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