The Bone Collector Page #7

one set offootprints.

Amelia?

Hello, Lincoln, hello.

Amelia? Hello?

Themobile unityou've called

is notresponding...

oris outside the coveragearea.

Recall.

No dust--

He changed the numbers.

What does it mean?

Help me, Rhyme. Help me.

He's gonna kill Rhyme.

Coming.

Hey. What areyou doing here?

Is that Amelia?

Bed mode.

Thelma, is thatyou?

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'tyou?

You wrote an expert opinion.

I've written

thousands ofopinions, Richard.

Don't f***ing 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, yeah.

That was the cop that was...

suspected oftampering

with evidence...

in some homicide cases, right?

- Nothing was tampered with.

- Six innocent people went tojail.

- One hung himself.

- No, no. No.

Theywent tojail because theywere

guilty. Theywere scum.

- But he doctored the serology reports.

- No. Nothing was doctored.

He planted blood evidence

at the crime scenes.

Myworkwas impeccable.

Where we going with this...

Marcus?

Your report destroyed my life.

You know my report was not

a legal fi nding.

You never gave me the opportunity

to defend myself.

- I never even metyou.

- I was sent to prison for sixyears.

I spent two moreyears

trying to get toyou.

Doyou know what happens

to a cop injail? Doyou?

Every day-- every single day--

over and over, I was brutalized.

I became a human toilet...

because ofyour expert opinion.

Well, you will never point the fi nger

ofblame at anyone ever again.

You were never as good

as they said you were, Mr. Rhyme.

I played you.

I tested you.

I gaveyou every clue.

You and your little helper

couldn't save those people.

Their blood is on your hands.

You failed.

You failed, you f***.

Game ofchess, Mr. Rhyme.

Some people win, some people lose.

I win, Mr. Rhyme.

I win, you lose.

What kind ofvegetable

would you like to be, Mr. Rhyme?

A carrot?

How 'bout a zucchini?

Zucchini?

You wanna be a zucchini?

I'm sorry.

I didn't hearyou.

Did you say zucchini?

You wanna play?

Shall we cut outyour tongue,

Mr. Rhyme?

How 'boutyour eye?

Your eye--

we'll just pop it

right out ofthere.

No. Let's leave that for now.

You can watch me.

You can watch me while I gutyou open...

right down the middle.

What?

What? What?

Can you hear me? Lincoln.

Oh, God.

Step aside now.

I've always loved this view.

I like it too, Doc.

It's looking better every day.

- Hey, howyou guys doing?

- Santa!

- Good.

- Hi!

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

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. He's okay.

- Playing golf!.

- Captain Flash on wheels.

- Yo, Paulie. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Hey, Linc, ifyou're gonna be cruisin',

you might as well be amusin'.

- Thereyou go.

- Thankyou, Eddie.

It's nice.

- Come on in.

- Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

You're looking real good,

Mr. Rhyme.

Mr. Rhyme?

It's Lincoln toyou.

Loosen your shorts.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness. Merry Christmas.

What areyou doing here?

- Merry Christmas, Uncle Lincoln.

- Oh, give me a kiss!

Merry Christmas, Kimmy.

How areyou?

Howyou doing, Tony? I didn't know

you were gonna make this trip.

Wouldn't be a surprise ifyou knew.

Oh, I'm sorry. Amelia, this is

my sister,Janine, her family.

- Amelia.

- Yeah, I know. Hi.

- You know?

- We've met.

On the phone.

Howyou doing?

Merry Christmas, Lincoln.

Merry Christmas.

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