The Bone Collector

Synopsis: Quadripeligic ex-cop Lincoln Rhyme was looking forward to his assisted suicide when he got the news: some sicko was abducting people in a taxi and leaving them to die in particularly sadistic ways. With time counting down between each abduction and possible death, Rhyme recruits rather-unwilling Amelia Donaghy, haunted by her cop father's suicide and thinking she's next, into working the crime scenes to track down the killer.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Mystery
Director(s): Phillip Noyce
Production: Universal Studios
  1 win & 3 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
118 min

- 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?


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!


- 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.


- 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?


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.


- 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?


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.


- Hey.

- Hey. Morning.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fi ne.

I just couldn't sleep.

- What time is it?

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