Original subtitles

THERE ARE TWO KINDS OF FOLKS WHO SIT AROUND THINKING ABOUT

HOW TO KILL PEOPLE--PSYCHOPATHS AND MYSTERY WRITERS.

I'M THE KIND THAT PAYS BETTER. WHO AM I? I'M RICK CASTLE.

CASTLE. CASTLE.

I REALLY AM RUGGEDLY HANDSOME, AREN'T I? EVERY WRITER NEEDS INSPIRATION,

AND I'VE FOUND MINE. DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT.

BECKETT. BECKETT.

NIKKI HEAT? THE CHARACTER HE'S BASING ON YOU.

AND THANKS TO MY FRIENDSHIP WITH THE MAYOR,

I GET TO BE ON HER CASE. I WOULD BE HAPPY TO LET YOU SPANK ME.

AND TOGETHER... WE SOLVE CRIMES. WE MAKE A PRETTY GOOD TEAM, YOU KNOW?

LIKE STARSKY AND HUTCH, TURNER AND HOOCH. YOU DO REMIND ME A LITTLE OF HOOCH.

(Junior Senior) ♪ CAN I GET GET GET ♪

♪ TO KNOW KNOW KNOW KNOW YOU BETTER BETTER, BABY? ♪

♪ CAN I GET GET GET TO KNOW KNOW KNOW KNOW ♪

♪ YOU BETTER BETTER, BABY? ♪

(man) SEXY, SEXY.

LADIES, I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT.

SEXY SEXY IS NOT A CRIME.

(woman) WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT

WORLD-FAMOUS MYSTERY NOVELIST RICHARD CASTLE?

HE'S RICH, HE'S HANDSOME

AND HE'S BASING HIS NEXT BEST SELLER ON YOU.

TELL ME, DETECTIVE BECKETT,

WHAT'S IT LIKE BEING THE INSPIRATION FOR

THRILL MASTER RICHARD CASTLE'S NEW CHARACTER NIKKI HEAT?

ON BEHALF OF THE NYPD, IT HAS BEEN A PLEASURE

TO OFFER MR. CASTLE INSIGHT INTO THE PROFESSION.

GIVEN ALL HIS BEST SELLERS, IT'S OBVIOUS MR. CASTLE

HAS TREMENDOUS INSIGHT INTO THE CRIMINAL MIND.

I'M TOLD IN MANY OCCASIONS, HIS PARTICIPATION

WAS ESSENTIAL TO SOLVING YOUR TOUGHEST CASES.

REALLY?

YOU WERE TOLD THAT? BY WHO?

BY CASTLE. (man) TRY UNBUTTONING HIS SHIRT. JUST--JUST THE FIRST ONE.

RIGHT THERE. YEAH. COULD YOU EXCUSE ME FOR A MOMENT?

(man) LOVE IT. I LOVE IT.

SIR, COULD I TALK TO YOU IN PRIVATE

FOR A MOMENT, PLEASE?

BECKETT, I HAVE A COUPLE-- NOW.

WE HAD A DEAL, BECKETT.

THE DEAL IS OFF.

WHAT'S THE PROBLEM? NOT ONLY DOES HE HAVE

THE BACHELOR-PARTY COP TWINS OUT THERE

USING HIM AS A STRIPPER POLE

WHILE I MAKE NICEY-NICE WITH THE PRESS,

BUT DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAID? NO.

HE SAID THAT HE HAS BEEN INSTRUMENTAL

IN HELPING US SOLVE CRIMES. WELL, HASN'T HE?

THAT'S NOT THE POINT. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR NYPD TO GET GOOD PRESS?

I MEAN, IN A MAGAZINE THAT PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ.

THIS ARTICLE IS VERY IMPORTANT TO THE MAYOR.

THEREFORE, WE ARE GOING TO COOPERATE.

DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?

OKAY. FINE.

IT WAS NICE TO MEET YOU.

WE SHOULD HAVE PHOTO SHOOTS HERE MORE OFTEN.

HEY, BECKETT, HOW COME YOU DON'T WEAR A UNIFORM LIKE THAT?

BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO GET PAID IN SINGLES.

HEY.

OH, HEY. UH, DON'T WE HAVE THAT THING?

NO.

YEAH, YOU KNOW, THAT THING WITH THE GUY?

OH, YEAH. THE THING WITH THE GUY.

YEAH, EXCUSE US.

I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW, I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS.

I MEAN, IT WAS THE MAGAZINE.

AND--AND, WELL, THE MAYOR THOUGHT IT WOULD BE GOOD PRESS.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF.

REALLY?

REALLY. SEE? I DON'T CARE ANYMORE.

NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I HAVE AN INTERVIEW TO GET BACK TO.

WHAT DID I DO THAT WAS SO WRONG?

THE ONE THING I ASKED YOU NOT TO DO. OKAY.

SO YOU ASKED ME NOT TO LOOK INTO YOUR MOTHER'S MURDER,

BUT LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU FOUND.

I PUT THAT ALL BEHIND ME A LONG TIME AGO.

WE CAN GET BACK TO THE INTERVIEW NOW. NO, GONNA HAVE TO RESCHEDULE. WE JUST CAUGHT A BODY.

SO SORRY TO STEP OUT ON YOU, AMY. OOH, ARE YOU KIDDING? IT'S PERFECT.

A CHANCE TO SEE CASTLE IN ACTION.

OUR READERS WILL LOVE IT. WELL, WE WOULDN'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT YOUR READERS,

NOW WOULD WE, DETECTIVE?

(siren wailing)

(police radio chatter)

HEY. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS, PLEASE?

THERE'S NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT.

WELL, JUST AT LEAST LET ME KNOW

WHAT I CAN DO TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU. YOU COULD LEAVE ME ALONE.

YES. WELL, I TRIED THAT, AND IT DIDN'T WORK.

HEY, I COULD BUY YOU A PONY.

FOCUS, CASTLE. CRIME SCENE, OKAY?

IT'S RAINING MEN.

CASTLE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

DON'T WORRY. WE'RE STILL MAD AT HIM. GUY IN A TREE, MOM AND DAD BICKERING--

SEEMS LIKE OLD TIMES. MM-HMM.

HOW'S IT GOING UP THERE?

I GOT TREE BRANCHES POKING MY BOOBS

AND SPOTLIGHTS SHINING UP MY BOOTY.

COULD BE WORSE. YOU COULD BE WEARING A SKIRT.

WHEN I COME DOWN, I'M-A SMACK YOU.

I'LL BE LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT. HERE.

VIC'S A WHITE MALE, LATE 30s.

JUDGING FROM THE CRACKED BRANCHES,

I'M GUESSING HE DID A SUPERMAN OFF THE TOP OF THAT BUILDING.

(Esposito) VIC'S NAME IS JOHN ALLEN.

I.D. HAS HIM ON THE UPPER WEST SIDE.

BUSINESS CARD HAS HIM IN INSURANCE. MM.

IS IT A SUICIDE? (Castle and Beckett) IT'S NOT A SUICIDE.

HOW DO YOU KNOW? UM, THE BUILDING IS TOO SHORT.

HE'D WANT TO KILL HIMSELF, NOT CRIPPLE HIMSELF. WELL, IF YOU WANT TO DIE, YOU'RE GONNA AIM FOR CONCRETE,

NOT A TREE.

JUDGING FROM THE ANGLE OF DESCENT,

I'D SAY THAT GUY WAS THROWN OFF THE BUILDING.

SINCE IT CLEARLY WASN'T A SUICIDE, HOW DID HE DIE?

THERE ARE SIGNS OF STRANGULATION.

IT LOOKS LIKE HIS WINDPIPE WAS CRUSHED. ANY LIGATURE MARKS?

NOPE. "LIGATURE" REFERS TO ANYTHING THAT TIES OR BINDS,

LIKE A ROPE OR A BELT.

LACK OF ANY MARKS SUGGESTS HE WAS STRANGLED BY HAND. WOW. YOU REALLY KNOW YOUR STUFF.

NO WONDER THEY LIKE HAVING YOU AROUND.

YOU KNOW WHAT? HE'S SUCH AN INCREDIBLE RESOURCE,

IT SEEMS LIKE A SHAME TO WASTE HIS TALENTS HERE IN THE FIELD.

WOULD YOU MIND GOING BACK TO THE MORGUE WITH DR. PARISH

TO SEE WHAT ELSE WE CAN FIND OUT ABOUT THE VIC? DON'T YOU THINK

I'D BE OF MORE USE HERE AT THE CRIME SCENE? OH, NO. WE'RE JUST GONNA KNOCK ON DOORS

AND SEE WHAT ELSE WE CAN STIR UP.

YOU KNOW, BORING POLICE STUFF.

FINE. BUT I WAS SERIOUS ABOUT THE PONY.

COME ON, I'LL SHOW YOU THE, UH, MORGUE... MOBILE.

ANYTHING IN THE WALLET?

NOPE. DRY CLEANING TICKET, I.D., TWO CREDIT CARDS.

CASH WAS MISSING, THOUGH.

THAT'S A LONG WAY TO GO FOR A ROBBERY.

(siren whoops)

(police radio chatter)

YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO RIDE WITH THE BODY?

YOU CAN TAKE MY SEAT UP FRONT.

YOU SURE?

MM-HMM. I'M USED TO HANGING OUT WITH STIFFS.

(chuckles)

(police radio chatter)

HI.

UNH-UNH. YOU DO NOT GET TO SAY HI TO ME.

I'M JUST DOING MY GIRL A FAVOR.

OH, YOU, TOO, HUH?

WELL, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?

BECKETT SPENT THE FIRST THREE YEARS OF BEING A COP

TRYING TO SOLVE HER MOTHER'S MURDER.

IT TOOK EVERYTHING THAT SHE HAD TO PUT IT BEHIND HER.

YOU COULDN'T RESPECT THAT? WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO, NOT TELL HER WHAT I'D FOUND?

WHAT YOU FOUND? OH, SHE DIDN'T TELL YOU, DID SHE?

THREE PEOPLE WERE KILLED THE SAME WAY HER MOTHER WAS

RIGHT ABOUT THE SAME TIME.

ONE OF 'EM WAS A FORMER LAW STUDENT OF HERS.

ANOTHER ONE, A DOCUMENTS CLERK.

THE THIRD ONE, A LAWYER FOR A NONPROFIT.

WAIT, THE M.E. AT THE TIME DIDN'T MAKE THE CONNECTION?

IF HE DID, HE BURIED IT.

DID YOU TALK TO HIM?

HE DIED FOUR YEARS AGO.

SO YOU SEE WHY I HAD TO TELL HER.

WHAT DID SHE SAY?

THAT WE WERE DONE.

AND THEN SHE JUST WALKED-- (metal crunches)

(tires squeal) (man) COME ON! GO! GO! GO!

(metal clatters)

DON'T MOVE. DON'T MOVE.

WHOA!

(man) GET THE BODY!

(man grunts)

GO!

DON'T MOVE!

(man) COME ON, MOVE! COME ON!

(engine revs)

(tires squeal)

IS IT JUST ME, OR WAS THAT REALLY, REALLY WEIRD?

♪♪

(Montgomery) WELL? HE'LL LIVE.

WHAT, NO BRAIN DAMAGE? IF HE HAS SOME, IT HAPPENED WAY BEFORE TONIGHT,

AND IT WAS PROBABLY SELF-INFLICTED. AHH. GOOD TIMES.

HOW'S LOIS LANE? WHO, REPORTER CHICK?

WE TOOK HER STATEMENT AND WE SENT HER HOME.

WE GOT AN A.P.B. ON THE SEDAN, C.S.U.s ARE COMBING THE ROOFTOP,

AND WE GOT UNIs LOOKING FOR SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE

OF THE CRASH SITE. YOU KNOW WHAT I DON'T GET

IS WHO WOULD STEAL A DEAD BODY? OH, PLENTY OF PEOPLE--

UH, ORGAN HARVESTERS, CADAVERLESS MED STUDENTS,

SATANISTS,

MAD SCIENTISTS LOOKING TO CREATE THEIR OWN MONSTER.

OR THE GUYS WHO KILLED HIM

MIGHT HAVE LEFT SOME EVIDENCE BEHIND. BORING.

HOW ABOUT A SPY

HAVING SWALLOWED A TOP-SECRET MICROCHIP

THAT THE ENEMY FORCES MURDER HIM OVER

BEFORE THE C.I.A. CAN GET AHOLD OF HIM?

AS MUCH AS WE ALL APPRECIATE YOUR INSIGHTFUL

AND INCREDIBLY BELIEVABLE THEORIES,

MISS "COSMO" IS GONE,

SO I BELIEVE YOU CAN GO HOME NOW.

HOME? NO. NO, NO, NO. THIS--THIS CASE JUST GOT GOOD.

AND--AND I'M-- I'M A WITNESS.

ALL RIGHT, I'LL LET YOU WORK THIS ONE CASE WITH ME

IF YOU PROMISE TO LEAVE ME ALONE WHEN IT'S OVER

AND NOT TO WEASEL YOUR WAY BACK IN.

DEAL.

BUT FAIR WARNING, DETECTIVE.

I WILL MAKE YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND.

I WON'T. YOU WILL.

(Castle) SO WHAT'S THE NEXT STEP, VICTIM'S FAMILY?

HUH. I DIDN'T THINK SHE'D TAKE HIM BACK.

(knock on door)

MRS. ALLEN?

YES.

IT'S ABOUT YOUR HUSBAND.

HE WAS JUST RIGHT HERE

JUST A COUPLE OF HOURS AGO, AND NOW HE'S DEAD. I...

DO YOU KNOW OF ANY REASON WHY HE'D BE IN THAT PART OF TOWN?

NO.

HIS OFFICE IS, UH, IN MIDTOWN.

IT'S NOWHERE NEAR NINTH.

WHAT TIME DID HE LEAVE THE APARTMENT?

AROUND 6:00.

HE HAD JUST GOTTEN BACK FROM HIS TRIP

AND, UH, HE SAID HE NEEDED TO CATCH UP ON SOME PAPERWORK.

HE SAID HE'D ONLY BE GONE FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS.

YOU SAID A TRIP?

HE WAS IN ALBUQUERQUE ON A TRAINING SEMINAR.

IT WAS JUST TWO NIGHTS.

DID YOU NOTICE ANYTHING UNUSUAL RECENTLY,

ANY STRANGE BEHAVIOR?

WELL, HE-- HE HAD TO WORK LATE

A LITTLE MORE OFTEN THAN USUAL.

BUT I MEAN, IN THIS ECONOMY, WHO DOESN'T?

HE HAD TO LAY OFF HALF HIS DEPARTMENT LAST YEAR.

AND YOU'RE SURE HE WAS WORKING LATE?

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, THAT HE WAS CHEATING?

EVERY NIGHT, HE WOULD WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR,

AND THE KIDS WOULD JUST RACE INTO HIS ARMS, OKAY?

AND NOW HE'S GONE.

SO DON'T ASK ME IF HE WAS REALLY WORKING LATE.

TELL ME WHY HE WAS KILLED.

HE DIDN'T MEAN TO IMPLY--

WHAT ABOUT PHONE CALLS, MAYBE LATE AT NIGHT? CASTLE.

YEAH. YEAH. UM...

(sniffles) ONE OF THE GUYS THAT JOHN FIRED--

MAX HAVERSTOCK.

HE WOULD CALL HIM UP LATE AT NIGHT,

AND HE WOULD YELL AT HIM, ALL SORTS OF THINGS.

I GUESS HE WAS HURTING, HE NEEDED MONEY.

AND I-I TOLD JOHN THAT HE SHOULD JUST HANG UP ON HIM.

AND JOHN SAID NO, HE-- HE COULDN'T DO THAT.

DID HE EVER GIVE HIM MONEY?

MY HUSBAND DIDN'T BELIEVE IN HANDOUTS.

HE BELIEVED THAT A MAN SHOULD MAKE HIS WAY.

WHERE IS HE?

I'D LIKE TO SAY GOOD-BYE.

ABOUT THAT. UM...

THAT WAS AWKWARD.

(scoffs) IT JUST-- IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE.

THE GUY'S GOT A STABLE, MIDDLE-CLASS LIFE--

GOOD JOB, GOOD FAMILY.

MAYBE HIS FRIEND MAX WAS JEALOUS. (keypad beeps, telephone rings)

YEAH, MAYBE ENOUGH TO KILL HIM, BUT TO STEAL HIS BODY?

HEY, ESPOSITO. I NEED YOU TO LOOK UP A FRIEND OF THE VIC.

MAX HAVERSTOCK.

(elevator bell dings)

YEAH.

OKAY, FIND HIM AND, UH, BRING HIM IN.

(keys jangle) DAD. THANK GOD YOU'RE HOME. ARE YOU OKAY?

YEAH, I'M FINE. WHY? FINE? MASKED GUNMEN, BODY SNATCHERS?

I TEXTED YOU LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES.

OH, I'M SORRY. MY PHONE MUST'VE BEEN OFF.

HOW--HOW DID YOU KNOW?

BECKETT CALLED.

REALLY? SHE JUST WANTED TO LET US KNOW YOU WERE ALL RIGHT.

MM-HMM.

SO HAS SHE FORGIVEN YOU?

UH, NOT EXACTLY, MOTHER. BUT I'M WORKING ON IT.

SHE HAS AGREED TO LET ME HELP ON THE CASE.

WELL, THAT'S A START, I SUPPOSE.

IT IS MORE THAN A START. IT IS AN OPPORTUNITY.

SHE MAY HAVE BUILT A WALL BETWEEN US,

BUT I AM GOING TO... BUILD A DOOR IN THAT WALL,

OR PUT UP A LADDER OR DIG A HOLE. (keypad beeping)

YOU HAVE A STRATEGY? BE MY USUAL, CHARMING SELF.

(beeping continues)

UH-HUH. WHAT ABOUT PLAN "B"?

SO WAS IT AWFUL? WERE YOU SCARED?

ME, SCARED? NO WAY. COME ON.

NOW EXCUSE ME WHILE I CHANGE MY SHORTS. DAD.

NO, I WAS SCARED. BUT ALL THEY WERE AFTER WAS THE BODY.

WHY? WHY INDEED.

(beeping continues) "DAD, WHERE ARE YOU? DAD, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

"DAD, CALL US RIGHT AWAY.

DAD, CAN I GO SEE 'FAME' WITH OWEN ON FRIDAY?"

YOUR CONCERN IS TOUCHING. OKAY, THAT ONE WAS AFTER I KNEW YOU WERE ALL RIGHT.

YEAH, BUT I THOUGHT WE WERE GONNA GO SEE THAT TOGETHER. WE WERE, AND WE STILL CAN.

BUT HE INVITED ME TO GO SEE IT WITH HIM NEXT FRIDAY.

YOU'D RATHER GO WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND THAN YOUR DAD?

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

IF YOU REALLY WANT ME TO GO WITH YOU, I WILL.

NO, NO. YOU TELL OWEN HE HAS WON THIS ROUND.

BUT I GOT DIBS ON "A CHRISTMAS CAROL."

THANKS, DAD.

AND I'M GLAD YOU WEREN'T KILLED BY BODY SNATCHERS. ME, TOO.

OH, THEY REMADE "FAME" AND "A CHRISTMAS CAROL."

HAS HOLLYWOOD TOTALLY RUN OUT OF IDEAS?

WELL, THEY JUST OPTIONED, UH, "ASTEROIDS" THE VIDEO GAME.

SO MY GUESS IS YES.

BUT RYAN REYNOLDS IS PLAYING THE WEE TRIANGLE, AND HE'S GOOD. (chuckles)

ARE YOU SURE THIS IS THE GUY?

MAXWELL HAVERSTOCK.

AND HE CONFIRMED HE KNEW THE VIC.

THIS GUY COULDN'T THROW A WET SPONGE OFF THE ROOF

LET ALONE A BODY.

(Beckett) MR. HAVERSTOCK. YES.

DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE?

NO. UH, THEY JUST TOLD ME I NEEDED TO COME IN.

IT'S ABOUT JOHN ALLEN. HE WAS MURDERED LAST NIGHT.

OH, THAT'S TERRIBLE.

YOU AND HE WERE FRIENDS? UH, WE HAD ADJOINING CUBICLES.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW HIM?

OH, UH, NOT SINCE "D" DAY.

THAT'S, UH, THAT'S WHAT WE CALLED IT.

YOU KNOW, "D" FOR DOWNSIZING. (chuckles) YOU WERE LET GO?

YEAH. I BET THAT MADE YOU PRETTY ANGRY.

YEAH, 15 YEARS, WE WORKED THERE TOGETHER.

YOU KNOW, YOU'D THINK THAT WOULD MEAN SOMETHING.

YOU'D THINK THAT LOYALTY WOULD BE WORTH SOMETHING.

YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S WORTH? A KICK IN THE TEETH! DID YOU EVER CALL AND TELL JOHN THAT?

OH, YEAH, ALL THE TIME. YEAH, I TOLD HIM

WE DIDN'T DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE THAT.

BUT I PROMISED HIM, ONE DAY, THE WORM WOULD TURN,

'CAUSE KARMA'S A NASTY LITTLE BITCH.

IS THAT WHY YOU KILLED HIM?

WHO?

JOHN.

WHY WOULD I WANT TO KILL JOHN?

FOR FIRING YOU.

HE DIDN'T FIRE ME. WE WERE LET GO TOGETHER ON "D" DAY.

UH, FORTUNATELY, I WAS ABLE TO FIND ANOTHER JOB.

HE DIDN'T HAVE A JOB?

I GUESS HE, UH, DOESN'T HAVE TO LOOK FOR ONE ANYMORE.

(chuckles)

HEY, YO, BECKETT. STORY CHECKS.

JOHN ALLEN WAS LAID OFF EIGHT MONTHS AGO

WHEN THE A.I.G. CRISIS HIT. WHAT ABOUT ALBUQUERQUE?

NO RECORD OF A JOHN ALLEN COMING BACK FROM ANY FLIGHT

IN THE TRI-STATE AREA. WELL, IT MAKES YOU WONDER WHAT ELSE HE LIED TO HIS WIFE ABOUT.

(cell phone rings and beeps) AND HOW HE PAID ALL OF HIS BILLS. BECKETT.

ALL RIGHT. UH, THANK YOU. (beep)

THEY FOUND HIS BODY...

AGAIN.

(camera shutter clicking)

(police radio chatter)

WHAT HAPPENED?

SOMEONE...

OPERATED ON HIM.

OPERATED?

THEY CUT HIM OPEN AND TOOK ALL OF HIS ORGANS OUT. (Ryan, Castle and Beckett) OH!

(Esposito) OUCH. (Ryan) WOW.

SOMEBODY HATED HIS GUTS.

(police radio chatter)

THE GUYS WHO DID THIS WEREN'T SURGEONS.

THE CUTS ARE SLOPPY-- BOX CUTTERS AND KITCHEN KNIVES.

ANY IDEA WHAT THEY WERE LOOKING FOR? I RAN A TOX SCREEN AND FOUND NOTHING IN THE BLOODSTREAM,

BUT IN THE BODY CAVITY ITSELF,

THERE WERE TRACE AMOUNTS OF POWDER COCAINE.

HE WAS THEIR DRUG MULE.

GUESS THEY COULDN'T WAIT FOR HIM TO PASS THE PACKETS

THE OLD-FASHIONED WAY. I DON'T BUY IT.

HOW DOES A MIDDLE-AGED INSURANCE ACTUARY

WITH NO HISTORY OF SUBSTANCE ABUSE,

NO CRIMINAL RECORD, BECOME A DRUG MULE?

AND THIS WAS NOT A BAD GUY.

YOU DON'T JUST FILL OUT AN AD ON craigslist.

YOU GOTTA--YOU GOTTA KNOW PEOPLE, BAD PEOPLE.

AS FREAKY AS ALL THIS IS,

LET'S NOT FORGET IT HAPPENED POSTMORTEM.

THE ACTUAL CAUSE OF DEATH IS UP HERE.

BRUISE PATTERN INDICATES

THE ASSAILANT STRANGLED HIM WITH BOTH HANDS.

THE BRUISING IS A LITTLE LIGHTER RIGHT THERE. WHAT WOULD ACCOUNT FOR THAT?

DISLOCATED OR BROKEN FINGER MAYBE.

MAYBE HE'S FANCY.

STRANGLED PEOPLE WITH HIS PINKIE STICKING OUT.

LIKE TEA.

(Esposito) I JUST GOT OFF WITH HOMELAND SECURITY.

PASSPORT RECORDS INDICATE THAT JOHN ALLEN

WAS COMING BACK FROM MEXICO, NOT NEW MEXICO.

NO CRIMINAL HISTORY, HEALTHY, WHITE, MIDDLE-CLASS--

THEY WOULDN'T HAVE LOOKED AT HIM TWICE AT CUSTOMS.

THE GUY HAD SKILLS. WHY WOULD HE DO SOMETHING SO STUPID?

BECAUSE HE HAD TO.

I JUST WENT OVER FINANCIALS WITH THE WIFE.

HOW BAD? THEY'VE BEEN LIVING

ON CREDIT CARDS THE LAST SIX MONTHS.

SHE HAD NO IDEA. SHE THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS FINE. WELL, IF HE WASN'T GOING TO WORK EVERY DAY,

WHERE WAS HE GOING? HE WAS APPLYING FOR JOBS.

I FOUND HUNDREDS OF COVER LETTERS AND RéSUMéS

ON HIS COMPUTER. I DON'T UNDERSTAND. WHY DIDN'T THEY JUST SELL THE APARTMENT?

WASN'T WORTH THE MORTGAGE. MAN, THAT'S HARSH.

LIFE INSURANCE? (cell phone ringing)

MM. STOPPED MAKING PAYMENTS FOUR MONTHS AGO.

GUY WAS BASICALLY WORTHLESS, ALIVE OR DEAD. (beep)

YEAH, RYAN HERE.

YOU KNOW, I GET DESPERATION,

I GET NEEDING THE MONEY, I EVEN GET BEING A DRUG MULE.

WHAT I DON'T GET IS, WHERE DID HE GET THE JOB?

YEAH, THANKS, BILL.

THAT WAS C.S.U.

BECAUSE OUR PERPS WERE WEARING GLOVES,

THE ONLY PRINTS THEY COULD GRAB OFF THE CAR BELONG TO

THE OWNER, WHO REPORTED IT STOLEN LAST NIGHT.

LOOKS LIKE WE'RE NOT GONNA GRAB A BREAK ON THIS ONE.

WHAT ABOUT THE GLOVE WE FOUND AT THE SCENE? DUSTED IT, TOO. NOTHING.

DID YOU DUST INSIDE? INSIDE?

YEAH, INSIDE THE GLOVE.

YOU WANT ME TO PUT ON SOME MUSIC?

WHENEVER THEY DO THIS SORT OF THING ON "CSI,"

THEY ALWAYS DO IT TO MUSIC IN POORLY LIT ROOMS.

KINDA REMINDS ME OF PORN.

ZIP IT, CASTLE.

EVER CONSIDER BECOMING A MOHEL?

(chuckles) KEEP TALKING, AND I'LL PRACTICE ON YOU.

GOT YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH.

(beeping)

BOOM. GOT A HIT.

OOH, LUTHER WHITEHEAD.

BUSTED TWICE FOR POSSESSION WITH INTENT.

ONCE ON CONSPIRACY. PLED OUT ON ALL THREE.

DID A NICKEL UPSTATE FOR A GUN CHARGE,

AND IS CURRENTLY ON PAROLE FOR CONSPIRACY TO DISTRIBUTE.

SOMETHING TELLS ME HIS PAROLE'S ABOUT TO BE REVOKED.

YOU GOT AN ADDRESS?

(man) ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR.

♪♪

♪♪

(man) WHOA.

HEY...

(grenade crackles, men groan)

(officers all yelling at once)

ON THE GROUND! GET ON THE GROUND! HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! NOBODY MOVE!

(man) HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK! (man) HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK! HANDS!

COME ON, CREEP.

♪♪

COUNSELOR, I HAVE THEM DEAD TO RIGHTS ON WEAPONS

POSSESSION, ASSAULT, DESECRATION OF A BODY

AND ABOUT A DOZEN OTHER THINGS

I HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN TO THINK ABOUT YET.

WHAT IS MY INCENTIVE TO CUT A DEAL?

YOU DON'T HAVE THEM ON THE MURDER. GIVE ME TIME.

YOU DON'T NEED TIME BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T DO IT.

TEN YEARS CONCURRENT ON ALL CHARGES,

ELIGIBLE IN FIVE,

AND THEY'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING THEY KNOW.

HE WAS COMING TO SEE YOU.

AT A FLOPHOUSE ON NINTH.

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THERE BY 7:00.

BUT THIS GUY, HE GOT THREE-QUARTERS OF A MIL WORTH

OF OUR COKE IN HIS STOMACH, AND HE DON'T SHOW.

SO WHAT'D YOU DO? WE WERE GONNA FIND HIM.

THAT'S WHEN WE HEARD THE SIRENS. LOTS OF 'EM.

WE GO DOWNSTAIRS, WALK UP THE BLOCK,

AND GUESS WHAT WE SEE.

A BUNCH OF COPS STARING AT A TREE.

A FRIGGIN' TREE. THE DUDE WAS IN A TREE.

SO YOU WAITED? THE ONLY WAY TO GET THE BODY BACK.

WE COULDN'T GET THE PACKETS VIA THE USUAL METHOD.

SO YOU IMPROVISED?

DOESN'T MATTER. HE WAS ALREADY DEAD.

SO WHY'D HE START MULING?

SAME AS ANYONE. DESPERATION.

(Ryan) IT'S JUST... (clears throat)

HE DOESN'T SEEM THE TYPE. ANYBODY'S THE TYPE YOU PUSH 'EM HARD ENOUGH.

I MEAN, THE GUY OWED.

HE WAS, UH, FOURTH AND LONG WITH THE CLOCK RUNNING OUT.

WHO WAS HE INTO? DIDN'T SAY, BUT HE WAS SCARED.

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO KILLED HIM, YOU FIND OUT WHO HE OWED.

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. I'M GONNA NEED MORE.

I'M GONNA NEED TO KNOW WHO VOUCHED. VOUCHED?

FOR JOHN ALLEN-- OUR VIC, YOUR MULE.

SOMEBODY BROUGHT HIM TO YOU, SOMEBODY YOU TRUSTED.

OR DO YOU JUST DO BUSINESS WITH EVERY DESPERATE WHITE BOY

WITH NO HISTORY OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY?

HELL, MAN. HOW'D YOU KNOW HE WASN'T A COP?

(Esposito) GOT THE PRINTOUT. RON BIGBY.

HE'S A FLOOR TRADER AT GOLDMAN.

VIC'S WIFE NEVER HEARD THE NAME. FOR A GUY WHO ASSESSES RISK FOR A LIVING,

HE SURE DOES SEEM TO TAKE A LOT OF 'EM. YEAH, WELL, LOOK WHERE IT GOT HIM.

PICK HIM UP. YOU GOT IT.

(indistinct conversations)

(Beckett) CASTLE.

DEAD? YEAH.

WAIT. DEAD? MR. BIGBY, YOU CAN ASK AS OFTEN AS YOU LIKE.

THE ANSWER IS NOT GONNA CHANGE.

OH. THAT IS A DAMN SHAME. THAT IS A DAMN, DAMN SHAME.

I MEAN, DO YOU KNOW WHO JOHN ALLEN IS? HUH?

HE'S THE NEW WILLY LOMAN. OKAY?

EVERYMAN VICTIM OF AN APATHETIC WORLD.

GOD, I SWEAR. SOMEONE SHOULD WRITE A PLAY.

HEY, DO YOU WRITE PLAYS? UNPRODUCED.

MR. BIGBY, IT'S COME TO OUR ATTENTION

THAT YOU RECENTLY OBTAINED EMPLOYMENT FOR MR. ALLEN

AS A DRUG MULE.

YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?

YEAH.

AND BAD NEWS, RON.

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO FIND A NEW DEALER.

WHAT'D THEY TELL YOU? THAT YOU GOT HIM AN INTRODUCTION

AND THAT YOU VOUCHED FOR MR. ALLEN. OKAY, LOOK.

HE--HE CAME TO ME DESPERATE, ALL RIGHT?

HE--HE REMEMBERED A STORY I TOLD ONE NIGHT AT THE TABLE. (sniffs) THE TABLE?

YEAH, POKER TABLE.

WE'RE IN ONE OF THE FLOATING GAMES AROUND TOWN.

YOU KNOW, SMALL STAKES, RIGHT? BUT GOOD WAY TO BLOW OFF STEAM.

BUT THEN WHEN HE GOT LAID OFF, IT STOPPED BEING A GAME.

HE STARTED BETTING TO MAKE UP HIS PAYCHECK,

BUT THE STAKES WERE TOO LOW.

SO HE WENT TO CHINATOWN.

THE MOB-RUN GAMES. YEAH, TRIADS. HE DID FINE FOR A BIT, YOU KNOW?

BUT... (scoffs) LUCK'S A FICKLE BITCH.

HE LOST MORE THAN HE HAD TO THE WRONG GUY.

HE COULDN'T MAKE ENOUGH TO COVER HIS LOSSES. YEAH, THAT'S WHEN HE REMEMBERED THE NIGHT I TOLD THE STORY

ABOUT MY OWN FISCAL EMERGENCY, ABOUT HOW I WENT TO MEXICO,

MADE 50 GRAND IN ONE DAY. (chuckles)

THAT'S WHEN I FIGURED, HEY, WHAT THE HELL?

JUST PAY IT FORWARD. ALL RIGHT, THIS GUY THAT HE OWED--

DID HE GIVE YOU A DESCRIPTION, NAME?

NO NAME.

JOHN THOUGHT HE WAS RUSSIAN MAFIA

BECAUSE OF ALL HIS TATTOOS.

(Ryan) IF SOME TATTED-UP RUSSIAN MOBSTER WAS AFTER ME,

I COULD SEE TAKING A JOB AS A DRUG MULE. (Esposito) A TATTOOED RUSSIAN IN NEW YORK CITY?

WELL, THAT NARROWS IT DOWN. WE CONDUCT AN INVESTIGATION

BASED ON THE INFORMATION WE HAVE,

NOT THE EVIDENCE WE NEED. WELL, BIGBY SAYS THAT THE RUSSIAN HANGS OUT

AT THE CLUB AT CHINATOWN. WHY DON'T WE JUST GO THERE?

THE GAMES ARE WORD OF MOUTH, BRO.

THEY DON'T JUST SHARE WITH COPS. WELL, LUCKILY, I'M NOT A COP.

CASTLE. WHAT? IT'S PERFECT.

I GO IN, SCOPE THE PLACE OUT UNTIL I I.D. THE RUSSIAN.

HEY, YOU KNOW, THAT'S NOT A BAD PLAN.

WE STILL HAVE TO FIND THE GAME.

LEAVE THAT TO ME.

(laughs) THAT'S A PRETTY GOOD STORY, RICKY.

IT'S GOT A BIG OPENING, MAJOR TWIST.

THOUGH I GOTTA SAY, I SAW THAT WHOLE DRUG MULE THING COMING. YEAH.

NICE TRY, CONNELLY. YOU'RE NOT GONNA GOAD ME INTO RAISING.

STEPHEN, YOU ONCE WROTE ABOUT AN UNDERGROUND POKER GAME

IN, UH, "KING CON." YEAH?

AND YOU ONCE HAD HARRY BOSCH INVESTIGATE THE MURDER

OF A POKER PLAYER. YEAH, "ONE DOLLAR JACKPOT." WHY?

WELL, MICHAEL, THIS GUY THAT WE'RE LOOKING FOR,

HE'S A REGULAR IN THE TRIAD-RUN GAMES IN CHINATOWN.

I THOUGHT MAYBE ONE OF YOU KNEW SOMEONE WHO COULD GET ME IN. WHAT, ARE YOU NUTS?

THOSE ARE CROOKS AND KILLERS DOWN THERE.

LOOK, RICKY, DOING THE RESEARCH IS ONE THING,

BUT THE RUSSIAN MAFIA, THE TRIAD?

YOU TANGLE WITH THOSE PEOPLE,

AND ALL THE BEST SELLERS IN THE WORLD

ARE NOT GONNA PROTECT YOU. OH, NO. I DON'T PLAN ON TANGLING.

I'M JUST GONNA BE ANOTHER RICH, BORED THRILL SEEKER

LOOKING TO TRY MY LUCK DOWN THERE.

YOU MUST REALLY LIKE HER.

WHO?

THAT POLICE DETECTIVE OF YOURS.

LOOK, RICKY, THERE'S ONLY ONE REASON

THAT YOU'D BE DUMB ENOUGH TO GO DOWN THERE,

AND THAT'S TO IMPRESS A GIRL.

NOW WHY DON'T YOU CUT YOURSELF A LITTLE SLACK

AND JUST BUY HER SOME FLOWERS? DO YOU KNOW THE PLACE OR NOT?

WELL?

(people speaking in foreign language)

ARE YOU SURE THIS IS THE PLACE?

CANNELL HAS NEVER STEERED ME WRONG.

OKAY.

(Esposito) BUTTON CAM'S IN PLACE, RYAN.

GOOD FOR PICTURE AND...

(feedback whines) AH, SOUND.

ALL RIGHT, SO REMEMBER,

WE CAN HEAR YOU, BUT YOU CAN'T HEAR US.

SO ONCE YOU LEAVE THIS VAN, YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, OKAY?

ALL RIGHT, TELL ME THE PLAN AGAIN.

I GO IN, I FIND THE TATTOOED RUSSIAN,

I GET A CLEAR PICTURE OF HIM, AND I GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE.

AND YOU DON'T STAY ANY LONGER THAN YOU NEED TO.

I'LL BE FINE. BESIDES, IT'S CHINATOWN.

HOW MANY RUSSIAN POKER PLAYERS CAN THERE BE?

(people speaking foreign language)

ANYBODY ELSE HAVE A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS?

YEAH. YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.

(man laughing)

(speaking foreign language)

(man speaks foreign language)

(man speaks foreign language)

GO AHEAD AND DEAL.

(indistinct conversations)

(whispers) I'M IN.

(man speaks foreign language)

(singsongy) TATTOOED RUSSIAN. (normal voice) PAY DIRT.

(indistinct conversations)

(men speaking foreign language)

UH, THERE'S ANOTHER TATTOOED RUSSIAN.

THERE'S A WHOLE TABLE OF TATTOOED RUSSIANS.

APPARENTLY THERE ARE A LOT MORE RUSSIANS

IN CHINATOWN THAN I THOUGHT.

(indistinct conversations)

SO... THE RUSSIANS ARE REGULARS HERE,

BUT ONLY A HANDFUL PLAY AT THE NO-LIMIT TABLE,

WHICH IS WHERE JOHN ALLEN WOULD'VE GONE.

THE GUY SAID THEY'RE CARD BULLIES, PUSHING UP POTS,

FORCING THEIR OPPONENTS TO BET MORE JUST TO STAY IN THE GAME.

YOU THINK HE HAS ANY IDEA HE'S RECAPPING A CONVERSATION

THAT WE JUST HEARD IN ITS ENTIRETY?

GIVE THE GUY A GADGET, HE THINKS HE'S BOND.

LET'S JUST HOPE HE REMEMBERS HE'S WEARING A CAMERA

BEFORE HE GOES AND TAKES A LEAK. WHY WOULD YOU EVEN--

TRUST ME. ...COMING THROUGH, BUT I GOTTA STIR IT UP.

I'M GONNA GO SIT AT THE TABLE,

SEE IF I CAN FIND ANYTHING OUT.

WHAT DID HE SAY? HE JUST SAID HE'S TAKING A SEAT--

THAT'S NOT THE PLAN. THAT'S NOT THE PLAN, CASTLE!

HOW'S IT GOING?

THIS IS NO-LIMIT TABLE.

WHICH IS PERFECT, BECAUSE I AM A NO-LIMIT KINDA GUY.

(chuckles) CHANGE FOR $20,000, PLEASE.

ALL RIGHT, FELLAS. DEAL ME IN.

(Beckett) NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. WHAT'S HE DOING?

DROPPING HALF MY YEARLY SALARY LIKE IT WAS POCKET CHANGE.

(man chuckles)

NICE TATS.

TA--NO, TATTOOS. THE TAT--IT'S NICE.

WHAT DO THEY SAY?

IT SAYS MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS

AND PLAY CARDS. SORRY. DON'T MEAN TO PRY.

I'M JUST, UH, I'M ACTUALLY JUST A WRITER.

I'M JUST DOING A LITTLE BIT OF RESEARCH.

(man) WRITER, HUH?

ANYTHING, UH, WE MIGHT HAVE HEARD OF?

UH, "STORM FALL," "STORM'S LAST STAND."

DERRICK STORM. YEAH.

I LOVE THIS GUY. WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?

IT'S A LONG STORY,

BUT I'M WORKING ON A NEW ONE ABOUT, UH, UNDERGROUND POKER.

VERY HUSH-HUSH.

JUST KINDA CAME DOWN TO GET A FEEL FOR THE WORLD, YOU KNOW?

AND YOU'RE--YOU WANT TO TRY TO BE AUTHENTIC?

EXACTLY.

NO PROBLEM.

(speaking Russian)

(men chuckle)

(man speaks Russian)

(men chuckle)

(chuckles) YEAH.

(Esposito) SEEMS LIKE HE'S MAKING FRIENDS. THEY JUST SAID THEY'RE GONNA TAKE HIM

FOR EVERYTHING HE'S GOT. WHAT, YOU SPEAK RUSSIAN?

SEMESTER IN KIEV BETWEEN JUNIOR AND SENIOR YEAR.

(imitates Russian accent) SOMETIMES WHEN I AM BORED,

I GOT TO GLECHIK CAFé IN LITTLE ODESSA

AND PRETEND TO BE MUSCOVITE.

NOW THAT'S KINDA HOT.

RAISE.

(chip clatters)

CALL. (clatters)

I CALL. (clatters)

(grunts)

(groans)

(joints crack)

CHECK THE PLAYERS' HANDS. SEE IF THERE'S ANYTHING

THAT'LL EXPLAIN THE BRUISE PATTERNS ON OUR VIC'S NECK.

(groans)

(sighs)

CALL. (chip clatters)

(clears throat) SAY, MR. CASTLE,

TELL ME LITTLE BIT MORE ABOUT THIS BOOK.

WELL, IT'S ABOUT A, UH, RUSSIAN MOBSTER

WITH A TASTE FOR CARDS.

HE, UH, PREYS OFF OF DESPERATION,

LURING PEOPLE IN TO BET HIM MORE THAN THEY HAVE.

(clicks tongue) AND WHY WOULD HE DO THIS?

BECAUSE HE'S ALSO A LOAN SHARK.

SEE, HE FRONTS HIS VICTIMS, AND MAKES BANK ON... WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?

HE'S PLAYING POKER. HE'S TRYING TO PROVOKE

ONE OF THESE GUYS INTO GIVING UP THEIR HAND.

OR HE'S TRYING TO TIP OFF OUR KILLER. BUT THERE'S ONE GUY,

A FAMILY GUY, HE GETS IN A LITTLE TOO DEEP,

CAN'T PAY THE LOAN BACK.

SO THE MOBSTER... GOT NO CHOICE.

HAS TO KILL HIM,

SEND A MESSAGE TO ANYONE ELSE WHO OWES HIM.

SO ONE NIGHT... HE LURES HIM INTO AN ABANDONED BUILDING,

STRANGLES HIM TO DEATH AND THROWS HIM OFF THE ROOF.

SOUNDS LIKE LOT OF WORK.

WHY NOT JUST PUT BULLET IN HIS HEAD?

IT'S MUCH MORE SIMPLE. (laughs)

BANG. OH, MY...

(laughs)

(laughs)

HEY, RYAN, CHECK THIS OUT.

WHAT IS HE DOING WITH HIS FINGER?

(Beckett) PUNCH IN ON THAT. IT'S A PROSTHETIC.

THAT'S WHY IT DIDN'T LEAVE A MARK ON OUR VIC.

THAT'S OUR GUY. HEY, IF HE THINKS CASTLE'S A THREAT, HE'S--

WE GOTTA GET HIM OUTTA THERE, NOW. THEIR SECURITY'S PRETTY WELL ARMED.

WE GO IN THERE AS COPS, IT MIGHT GET MESSY. OH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

UH, I'M GONNA GO IN THERE,

AND IF I'M NOT OUT IN TEN MINUTES,

YOU GUYS CALL FOR BACKUP. CAN I HAVE MY PURSE, PLEASE?

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, LIP GLOSS 'EM TO DEATH? SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

(man speaks foreign language)

(imitating Russian accent) OH, COME ON, BOYS.

MY BOYFRIEND IS WAITING. HE IS PLAYER.

IF I DON'T GO INSIDE, HE WILL LOSE.

I'M HIS LUCKY CHARM, YOU KNOW?

NO?

WELL, MAYBE I CAN BE A LUCKY CHARM FOR YOU.

WE WIN, AND WHEN I AM IN THERE, WE ALWAYS WIN,

AND THEN MAYBE I CAN SHARE

SOME OF MY BOYFRIEND'S LUCK WITH YOU.

HMM.

ALL IN.

IT'S A BIG POT, MR. WRITER MAN...

ALL THAT MONEY.

BUT THEN, WHAT IS MONEY TO MILLIONAIRE, HUH?

YOU JUST CAN WRITE IT OFF ON YOUR TAXES

UH, AS, UH, DOING RESEARCH.

ALL IN.

HMM. (chuckles)

YOU ARE LIKE CHARACTER IN YOUR BOOK...

IN TOO DEEP.

THREE QUEENS.

THAT'S VERY IMPRESSIVE.

NOT A LOT CAN BEAT THREE QUEENS.

EXCEPT AN INSIDE STRAIGHT, MAYBE.

SWEETHEART, THIS IS FOR YOU. WOULD YOU CHANGE THIS

INTO SOMETHING A LITTLE SMALLER THAT I CAN CARRY?

NOW THAT IS A BIG PILE OF MONEY.

BUT WHAT'S MONEY TO A MOBSTER, RIGHT?

(gun action clicks) WALK.

WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! WHO ARE YOU?

I TOLD YOU, I'M--I'M A NOVELIST. THE STORY--THE DEAD MAN, THE ROOF, WHO TOLD YOU?

WHO KNOWS? HIS FAMILY KNOWS, HIS CHILDREN KNOW.

IF HE PAID WHAT HE OWED, HE'D BE HOME WITH THEM NOW.

BUT HE CROSSED ME. AND NOW YOU HAVE CROSSED ME. NO, NO, NO, I'M JUST A WRITER.

DO NOT LIE. YOU'RE A COP. (imitating Russian accent) HIM, A COP?

DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH. HE'S BARELY EVEN A MAN.

BECKETT? BUT YOU ARE A MAN, AREN'T YOU?

A VERY HANDSOME MAN.

RICHARD, ARE YOU BOTHERING THIS HANDSOME MAN?

GO AWAY.

OKAY, BOYS AND THEIR GUNS. AM I SUPPOSED TO BE IMPRESSED?

IT DOESN'T CONCERN YOU. ACTUALLY... (grunts)

AH!

(normal voice) IT DOES. (groans)

(whispering) IS IT JUST MY IMAGINATION,

OR DID YOU CHANGE?

CASTLE, COULD YOU GET SOME BACKUP, PLEASE?

YEAH. (whispering) SHH, SHH, SHH. QUIET.

YEAH. THANK YOU.

THIS WAY.

(exhales deeply)

SO HOW IS SHE?

IT'S HARD WHEN EVERYTHING YOU THOUGHT YOU KNEW

TURNS OUT TO BE A LIE.

WELL, NOT EVERYTHING WAS A LIE.

NOT HER HUSBAND'S LOVE.

I MEAN, SOMETIMES WE DO THE WRONG THINGS

FOR THE RIGHT REASONS.

SO CASE IS CLOSED.

I GUESS YOUR "COSMO" STORY GETS A HAPPY ENDING.

SPEAKING OF HAPPY ENDINGS...

THANKS FOR SAVING MY LIFE.

I WAS JUST TRYING TO AVOID PAPERWORK.

YEAH. WE MAKE A PRETTY GOOD TEAM, YOU KNOW?

LIKE STARSKY AND HUTCH,

TANGO AND CASH,

TURNER AND HOOCH.

YOU KNOW, NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT,

YOU DO REMIND ME A LITTLE OF HOOCH. MM.

IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE AFRAID, ISN'T IT?

YOU'RE AFRAID THAT IF YOU LOOK IN TO YOUR MOTHER'S DEATH,

THAT YOU WILL GO BACK DOWN THAT RABBIT HOLE

AND LOSE YOURSELF AGAIN.

BUT IT'S DIFFERENT THIS TIME.

WE HAVE GOOD LEADS.

WE HAVE STRONG LEADS.

AND YOU WON'T HAVE TO DO IT ALONE.

WE CAN DO IT TOGETHER.

WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO KNOW?

DID YOU EVER THINK OF THAT?

WHAT IF I'M NOT READY?

WHAT IF THE IDEA OF CATCHING MY MOM'S MURDERER

AND THEN HAVING TO SIT THERE AND WATCH AS HE CUTS SOME DEAL

THAT PUTS HIM BACK OUT ON THE STREET IN TEN YEARS

MAKES ME NAUSEOUS?

YOU DREDGED UP MY PAST FOR YOU, CASTLE, NOT FOR ME.

AND YOU'RE TOO SELFISH TO EVEN SEE IT.

THE CASE IS CLOSED, CASTLE.

WE MADE A DEAL, AND I EXPECT YOU TO HONOR IT.

YOU'RE WRITING.

IT'S TIME.

AND BECKETT?

I'M SORRY, DAD.

SO HOW WAS THE MOVIE?

WE DIDN'T GO.

WHY NOT? OWEN.

WHAT HAPPENED?

HE WAS PLAYING VIDEO GAMES AND LOST TRACK OF TIME.

BY THE TIME HE SHOWED UP, IT WAS TOO LATE.

(sighs) SORRY, SWEETIE.

AND THEN WHEN HE DID SHOW UP,

HE TRIED TO ACT LIKE IT'S NO BIG DEAL,

LIKE I'M OVERREACTING.

I MEAN, HE DIDN'T EVEN CALL.

WHY DO BOYS DO THAT?

WHY DO THEY ALWAYS HAVE TO JUSTIFY EVERYTHING?

WHY CAN'T THEY JUST SAY THEY'RE SORRY?

(Lex Land's "My Fault. Your Mistake." playing)

THANK YOU.

FOR WHAT?

FOR JUST... BEING YOU.

♪ YOU GAVE ME GOOD STEPS TO FOLLOW ♪

♪ AND I WISH I... ♪

I'M SORRY.

WHAT I DID WAS WRONG.

I VIOLATED YOUR TRUST, I OPENED OLD WOUNDS,

AND I DID NOT RESPECT YOUR WISHES.

AND IF WE'RE NOT GONNA SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN,

THEN YOU DESERVE TO KNOW...

♪ AND I'M SORRY THAT I... ♪

I'M VERY, VERY SORRY.

♪ BUT YOUR LITTLE GIRL ♪

♪ IS GONNA CHANGE THE WORLD ♪

♪ YOU'LL SEE ♪

CASTLE.

♪♪

I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.

♪ YOU'LL SEE ♪