Amelia: Thelma told me about your plans for your "final transition."
Lincoln Rhyme: Cop to cop, that subject's not open to discussion. Why?... Would you miss me?
Amelia: Well, destiny's what we make it, right?
Lincoln Rhyme: Touche.
Amelia: Now, you seem to have your reasons for
checking out. I just... I would have expected more from someone like you.
Lincoln Rhyme: Well, I might surprise you and... live forever.
Amelia: Nothing you could do would surprise me, Rhyme.
Captain Howard Cheney: You the one who stopped the train?
Amelia: Yes, sir. I thought it would disturb physical evidence.
Captain Howard Cheney: So, why not shut down Grand Central while you're at it, hmm, Patrolman Donahue? Is that right?
Amelia: Donaghy.
Captain Howard Cheney: A
rookie, I take it?
Amelia: No, sir.
Captain Howard Cheney: Pretty dumb.
Amelia: [shows evidence bags] Maybe this'll help.
Lincoln Rhyme: Cheney will have your badge for that.
Amelia: Well, he wouldn't give me a chain of custody voucher, so what could I do?
Lincoln Rhyme: You could bring it back to him.
Amelia: The man is a living monument to ineptitude.
Lincoln Rhyme: True. Let's take a look.
Richard Thompson: You wanna play?
[pause]
Richard Thompson: Shall we cut out your tongue, Mr, Rhyme? How 'bout your eye? Your eye... we'll just pop it right out of there. No. Let's leave that for now. You can watch me. You can watch me while I get you open, right down the middle.
[Rhyme mutters something]
Richard
Thompson: What?... What?... What?
Lincoln Rhyme: Maybe... maybe he's trying to share the responsibility of these murders with us. If we don't figure out the clues in time, the blood's on our hands. If we don't find the victim in time, we're as responsible for the murders as he is.