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You did it again.

You should really let me drive.

You ain't driving.

Look, you keep falling asleep. You're gonna drive us into some ditch

and then we'll freeze to death in the middle of nowhere.

Well, we should stop till you get some rest, at least.

Are you gonna keep an eye on me? Make sure I don't bleed out?

It's the least I can do after you saved my life.

Wow.

That bullshit of yours, what...

what kind of asshole does that actually work on?

I'm just wondering.

Fine. Fine. You know what, forget it.

Kill yourself just to prove a point.

- How very male of you. - Right.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

- Jesus Christ. - How far do we plan to run, anyway?

Whatever. Whatever.

Go get us a room.

- Just one? - Just one.

- Hey. - Yeah?

Don't do anything stupid, you got it?

Look, why can't you just let me go?

I mean, seriously, we got away.

The only place you're going is in that office to get us a room.

I'll need some money.

Not suspicious at all.

Christ.

Hi.

It's late.

- Technically, I think it's early. - You want a room?

Uh, I don't suppose you got a bathroom back there I could use, do you, Debbie?

No, we don't.

But there's all the facilities you might need in the rooms if you rent one.

That's what we do here.

Please. I've been on the road all night. I'm, like, really desperate here.

We got a policy.

List of facilities, the usual motel stuff.

But we're clean. My folks are strict on that.

- I'll take a twin. - All right, then.

To be clear, this is for tonight, not tomorrow, okay?

That'll be another charge.

Um, actually, that's... that's not very clear at all. I mean, look.

Sun's up. It's tomorrow, surely.

Today, even.

You check in before my night shift finishes, it's not today.

It's yesterday, sun or no sun.

You want a room or not?

Number seven, around back.

Let's go.

Sit on the bed. Go on.

Damn it.

Oh, God.

Shit.

Ah, shit.

Thank you.

You got a name I could use?

Shit.

Just call me Pete.

- Pete? - Yeah.

I'm Rachel.

Okay, Pete, so... what's the plan?

Just go get in the bathroom.

Go on. Go.

Sit down.

Wait. What are you do...

Oh, youch.

That is nasty, isn't it?

Oh, shit.

Hey, are you sure you wouldn't rather be alone for this?

I can leave.

God...

Open up the medicine kit.

Go on.

It must have been a ricochet. It didn't go too deep.

Every cloud, huh?

Son of a bitch.

Look, I'm gonna need you to do this for me, all right?

Come on, you figure you owe me.

Just pick it up and do it for me, for Chrissake.

- What are you doing? - Washing my hands.

You want me digging around with these after what we've been doing?

All right, here goes.

Is this, like, normal behavior for you?

Like, getting shot, I mean.

Well, not in the ass. First time for that.

Get it. Get it.

Ugh.

All right, um... now what?

I need you to stitch up the wound.

Stitch...

What? I'm a girl, so that means that I know how to sew?

No, I don't have the first idea how to macramé your backside.

I don't give a shit what it looks like. You just close up the wound. Do it now.

Look, I really am grateful for everything you did, okay?

I mean it. And I'm sorry about your girlfriend.

- Ah! Gah! - Sucks. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Sorry. Um...

And I know you want answers. Anyone would.

But I genuinely have no idea what this is.

All right? I promise you.

I think these people must have mistaken me for somebody else, 'cause...

I'm just some college student in town for an interview at the university, and...

Hey, mister, um...

Pete, um...

Look, I don't want any more trouble, okay?

My parents are gonna start wondering where the hell I am.

So can you please, please, just let me go?

You done?

Please, listen to me, okay? I need to go...

With the stitching? Are you done?

Oh, um...

Yeah, I'm done.

Get on the bed.

No, no!

Get your ass on the goddamn bed.

- Give me your hands. - What are you doing?

- Give me your goddamn hands! - No.

- Look, hey, hey... - Shut up.

Hey, you really don't have to do this, okay?

I'm not gonna run again. I promise.

You want your shoes on or off?

- Screw you. - Okay.

- Suit yourself. - Yeah.

God...

Oh, God.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna try to get some sleep.

I suggest you do the same.

You just...

Um, you can't just leave me here like this.

You're gonna try and get some sleep? Okay, well, I'm gonna wake you up.

And I'm gonna wake up everybody else in this motel, too.

And let 'em know that Pete... whatever-your-last-name-is

tied me up, okay? God...

Let me go. Let me go. Let me go.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Sleep tight.

Kill me.

Dying's easy.

Morning, Billy.

Looks like you were dreaming again. Anything interesting?

Why do you come here?

I don't know you.

That's right, you don't.

You must be Agent Madani.

Glad I finally caught you.

You are?

Dr. Dumont. I've been working with Mr. Russo for months.

Then I suppose you know that he's faking this whole "I can't remember" act.

No. Right now he doesn't have the means to fake anything.

How are you doing, Billy?

My face hurts.

Head, too.

- Did you sleep? - Some. I guess.

I don't know.

It's time for Mr. Russo's assigned therapy.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

You do know what he did, right? What he's capable of?

Is that in your file?

My patient's alleged crimes are not my concern.

I'm only interested in his health.

Gotta build the jigsaw.

- Isn't that right? - That's right.

What's he talking about?

We've been using the metaphor that Billy's injuries

turned his memories and identity into a jigsaw puzzle.

I'm here to help him solve it.

That man is the best liar I've ever seen, and I deal with liars professionally.

Whereas my job is to help my patients discover the truth and deal with it.

Whatever that new reality might be.

Simple.

Life behind bars.

I don't expect you to understand, given the circumstances.

I'm aware that you suffered a major head trauma of your own, Agent Madani.

Have you sought therapy?

I'm getting exactly what I need. Don't worry.

See you tonight, Russo.

Are you okay?

I did something to her, didn't I?

Well, we talked about this before, recently. You don't remember?

No.

Not even that we spoke about it?

No! All right? I can't remember everything!

We talk so damn much!

Head hurts.

Can I get some Tylenol or something before we start?

I'll talk to the nurse.

What was it?

What was it that I did to her?

You shot her in the head.

Who are you?

You have a lot of people who care about you.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

The right loving sentiment can be so uplifting when we need healing.

"Beth, take this as the universe telling you to watch more TV."

I don't know about that.

From the handwriting, it looks like you have a boy.

Yeah, to have a son is a blessing.

"Rex." Strong name.

Beth, we're gonna talk about a name, you and I.

Before we do,

I want you to think about all of these people...

whose names are on these cards that I just read,

because these names I know.

Okay?

Good.

Now I need the name of the man at the bar.

You know who I mean?

Who was the man who brought you here?

Are you a cop?

Hmm?

Cops asked me the same thing. I said I don't know.

He risked his life to save yours.

Now, I want to believe that you're a good woman.

That God spared you because of that.

So that you could be a good mother to Rex.

You leave my baby out of this.

Beth, I need to find this man.

He's just a guy.

He's just a guy I met at the bar.

We spent one night together. You know how it goes. You know?

Yeah. Yes, I know how it goes.

This is the wages of sin.

He brought this on you, but that all can end here.

What is his name?

Pete.

Okay? He said his name was Pete. That's all I know.

There's something you're not telling me.

I can see it in you, Beth.

A vow before God is not to be taken lightly.

Whatever happens when I leave this room cannot be taken back.

Do you understand?

You owe this man nothing.

Castiglione.

I'll say a prayer for your healing.

You know, that actually really hurts.

Cry me a river.

You know, you, uh...

You got a lot of people killed last night.

I didn't kill anyone.

Hmm. Okay.

Let's do this one more time, okay? Just once.

Who are those people? And why are they comin' after you?

How many times do I have to tell you? I don't know.

Because you're a college student, right? Just in from out of town.

Why aren't you screaming right now?

Why didn't you say anything to that woman at the front?

See, I think you're full of shit, Rachel. I think you're hidin' something.

What is it?

No?

Okay.

Let's do it my way.

No, no, no. No, no, no.

- Stop, stop. Stop. - What is that?

- No, no, no. - What is that?

- What are these? What are they? - It's a school project. I told you.

That's bullshit. What's in here, pictures?

- What's in the... - No, don't! Please!

What's in the goddamn pictures? Answer me!

I don't know, okay?

If these maniacs chasing after us could give me, like, three seconds,

I can explain and they could have them.

You gonna have a talk with them? You think they wanna talk to you?

Let me explain something.

The only reason you're around right now is because of me.

You see, they're comin' after us both now. That's where you got lucky.

See, the way I operate, the way I handle situations like this...

I kill the enemy before they get to me. That's what I do.

Mmm. That's a real... that's a really interesting philosophy.

Yeah, real sustainable.

Well, works for me.

Says the guy with the bullet hole in his keister.

Look, we could disappear, okay? I can make us some IDs.

Seriously, I do it all the time. It's not a big problem.

Where'd you learn that?

Was that in college? Is there a course for that?

Thought we were being honest with each other.

Yeah, see.

You haven't been straight with me since I saved your goddamn life.

You know, it really must get so tiring being so angry all the time.

Yeah. Yeah, that's the thing.

I was in a pretty mellow place before all this shit went down.

I was.

I don't know, I guess...

it's my fault.

It's my fault. I guess I'm old-fashioned.

If it'd been a man those assholes were goin' after, I'll tell you what,

I would've bought a beer, would've sat back,

I would've watched the show.

But see, they... they came after you.

A little girl. I had to...

to get involved.

It's my own damn fault.

- It is what it is, I guess. - It's what you made it.

- Come again? - I said it's what you made it.

I was in that bar, remember?

You didn't hesitate. Not for one second.

You know, it's almost like you were happy for the excuse.

Yeah...

I'm gonna go out.

Okay?

No, no, no. You don't need that again. Trust me.

No? I don't need this? You sure?

- Promise. - Yeah?

Yeah.

I thought it was worth us reviewing your symptom inventory,

see what's changed.

Sure.

You look stronger, physically.

Much as I can. Can't run.

They won't let me use the gym, but...

push-ups, crunches, all that.

Stronger every day.

But the exercise isn't helping you sleep?

No.

Still a three?

You're still having the dreams?

Yes.

- Tell me about them. - We've been over this 100 times.

Indulge me.

I see...

- Yeah, it's me. I'm here. - ...the skull.

Blood...

Breaking glass. Always the same.

And they instill feelings of dread?

Always the same.

They're just dreams, okay?

- Scared during the dreams? - I don't know. I don't remember.

Do you experience feelings of anxiety while you're awake?

You know I do. What... Why?

Why do we have to keep doing this?

One day your answers are gonna be different,

and that will matter.

Better or the same?

The same.

The headaches.

My face, it... it hurts.

The doctor tells me there's no reason your face should hurt you.

Well, it's not his face, is it? What?

What, you think I'm lying?

That's not what I said.

Do you remember how your face got hurt?

No.

Who was there?

No.

What is the last thing you remember clearly?

Barracks. You know, like... with my unit.

Shooting the shit.

Frank was being an asshole, and we were all laughing at him.

Frank was your friend?

My brother.

- Where is he now? - I don't know.

I can't remember.

Why? Does it matter?

You know that... it only matters up here. I don't know what's real and what's not.

- You understand the facts. - I know what I've been told.

But I can't feel any of it.

Can I... Can I please get that Tylenol? My...

My head is slamming.

Castiglione paid cash for one night. Room 29.

Clerk said that his bed hadn't even been slept in,

which tallies with him getting lucky with the bar chick.

The miracle of technology.

Okay, so, DMV has "Peter Castiglione" from New York.

No criminal record, and no government or military service.

He looks clean. Maybe he really was a bystander.

No.

No, he's not. He's something else.

Do you really believe that technology is a miracle?

You got to admit, there's some pretty cool shit, right?

Where would the world be without it? Everything would just stop.

We can hope.

Please don't use any more profanity.

So 24 is open?

- Yeah. - All right. I'll take it.

That's a twin. You said there's only one of you.

But that's the room I want.

Yeah, but say if some couple of folks turn up wanting a room

and I can't give them one because you're in my last two-bed situation?

What, are you expecting a rush? Is there a convention or something?

No, but it's the principle of the thing.

What do mean, "principle of the thing"? That's the room I want.

- Okay. 69 bucks. - You gotta be kidding me.

You want the twin, I gotta charge you double occupancy.

All right.

Hmm.

- You're a real gem, lady. - Mmm-hmm.

Thanks. My hero.

Uh...

Hey... what's with the new crazy?

Am I supposed to guess what I've done to disappoint you, Rafi?

You've got that vaguely paternal,

"about to deliver tough love" look that I know so well.

We received another complaint about your twice-daily visits to Billy Russo.

Good.

- Means I'm getting to him. - Billy Russo is no longer your concern.

Russo will always be my concern.

I've told you, he's playing them all for fools.

No matter what you do next...

you can never change the fact that Russo fooled you.

How much that pisses you off...

No, you don't know. You can't know. And the fact you just said what you said

means you can't even get close to understanding.

Thank you.

We worked very hard to keep Homeland out of the Russo issue.

It's an NYPD case.

You risk compromising any trial if Russo is ever deemed fit to stand.

I told you, it's an act, Rafi.

I look into his eyes, and I can see him in there,

laughing at them all.

I wish Castle had actually finished the damn job.

- If only for your sake. - Yeah, well, I don't.

'Cause then Russo would have gone to his grave thinking he killed me.

You have to stay away, Dinah.

You're an SAC, and you have a job to do, and it no longer involves Billy Russo.

You know, let's skip dinner.

You've accomplished your mission, right?

Come on.

We have plenty of other things we can talk about.

Happier things.

- Future, not past. - I'll take a rain check.

Thanks for the drink.

You know how to use that?

No, and I don't want to.

Yeah? Yeah, suit yourself.

You know, there's bad guys out there. Pretty soon they're gonna be in here. Hmm?

Good choice.

You just point and shoot. There's no safety.

If you run out of bullets, it probably means we're both dead.

That's their vehicle.

Gonna call this in to your guy?

No.

He's weird, gives me the creeps.

Besides, I don't need some out-of-town asshole telling me how to do my job.

Next time I speak to him, it's gonna be to tell him

we got the job done and we need to get paid.

- Can we please just leave? - What did I just say to you?

There's people out there that wanna kill you.

You're gonna move and let me leave.

- Is that right? - Move.

I'll tell you what. You wanna shoot me, shoot me.

That's right.

Not so easy, is it?

Let's do it.

He's in there. The girl, too.

Shit.

Pete?

Pete, are you there?

Don't even think about it.

Give me the gun.

Get that bag. We gotta go.

- Let's go. - Okay.

Hey. You okay?

Then we gotta move.

Let's go.

Come on, let's move. We gotta go. Move.

You ready to talk?

Kiss my ass.

See you later, maniac.

Drop the gun! Drop the gun!

Don't move! Get out of the car!

- On your knees! - Step back!

- Step back! - Hands behind your head!

Hands behind your head.

Hands behind your head!

This is bullshit.

You gotta get me to a hospital.

Nearest one's 45 minutes,

and chances are they'd just call me in, anyway.

Yeah.

How is she?

I gotta take her anyplace else?

Damn right you do.

She's a tough girl. She'll be fine.

Crazy old bird has no idea what she's talking about.

Bullet went through and through the meat. Missed the bone.

She got real lucky. Or it was one hell of a shot.

You know, right now, you look like a victim here.

So why not just tell us what the hell just happened?

He put me into his van at gunpoint

and then he tied me to the bed in that motel.

Oh, God, I can't even bear to think about what he was planning on doing.

And then all those other people showed up, and everybody just started shooting.

And then I saw a chance to get out, so I ran to the van,

and I was driving away, and that's when you guys showed up.

I've never been so happy to see anybody in my life.

So you don't know who they are or why they were fighting?

Look...

I'm just a kid who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, Sheriff.

That right?

Yeah.

Yeah, and...

I'm 16, so should we even really be having this conversation right now?

I mean, maybe you want to call Child Services

to come down here and get me?

I've done what I can here, but I'm pretty sure that hand's broken.

- He needs an X-ray to be sure. - Ah, it's fine.

He need to go anywhere straight away?

No hospitals.

So you're refusing medical treatment?

That's right. Guess that works for both of us, huh?

It's up to you.

Good thing you're left-handed, I guess.

Like I said...

lucky or one hell of a shot.

And lookin' at this one, I know which I'd guess.

Maybe you should send 'em both to the hospital.

Let the staties have this one, Roy.

This is our town.

And they ain't from it.

Not my place to tell you your job.

You want to explain any of this to me?

Some cops in Ohio just put Marlena,

some girl and Castiglione's prints into the system.

Ask, and it shall be given unto you.

Seek, and ye shall find.

Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

Madani.

It's Pete Castiglione.

I got a problem, and I need your help.

Some people came after me, and I killed them for it.

I'm in Ohio, police precinct, small town called Larkville.

What? And I'm your one phone call?

Yeah, that's right.

Frank, you can't just kill people when you feel like it.

Yeah, unless it suits the government. Ain't that right, Madani?

I just figured you and your... your high-powered friends,

you wouldn't like it if I just resurfaced.

Forget it. You don't exist anymore. We buried you.

Your get-out-of-jail-free card was a one-time deal, Frank.

You're a new man with your own problems.

Want the name of a lawyer, I can recommend one.

I don't need a goddamn lawyer. I need your help.

Frank, you're no longer part of my life. Do not call this number again.

Nobody home.

You're looking at four counts of murder.

That's a death penalty crime in Ohio.

- I didn't murder anybody, Sheriff. - You telling me you didn't do it?

They died from terminal stupidity.

You wanna tell me what's goin' on?

I think you need to listen to the doctor, Sheriff.

You care about these people? Hmm?

'Cause if you do, you need to let us go.

You know I can't do that.

Yeah.

Yeah, I figured you'd say that.