All language subtitles for Castle.S02E13.WEB-DL.720p-MaRS

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 CATCH KILLERS.
WE MAKE A PRETTY GOOD TEAM,
YOU KNOW?

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

♪♪

(camera shutter clicking)
(Esposito)
MEET THE LATE JACK COONAN.

WHY IS THAT NAME FAMILIAR?
BECAUSE IT PROBABLY CROSSED
OVER ALL OUR DESKS

A DOZEN TIMES
IN THE LAST FEW YEARS--

AGGRAVATED ASSAULT,
A.D.W., ARSON.
COONAN HAD A HEAVY REP.

WORD IS HE'S AN ENFORCER
FOR THE WESTIES.

OKAY, REMIND ME--WHO ARE
THE WESTIES AGAIN?

IRISH MAFIA
OUT OF HELL'S KITCHEN.

THEY DEAL IN CARGO THEFT,
COUNTERFEITING, EXTORTION.

AND PUBLIC URINATION
ON ST. PATRICK'S DAY.

OUR BOY COONAN ALSO HAD
A HOME SECURITY SYSTEM--

12-GAUGE, HOLLOW POINT.

THAT THING COULD STOP
A KODIAK IN KEVLAR.

WHO DID HE THINK
WAS COMING THROUGH THE DOOR?

WELL, WHOEVER IT WAS LEFT HIM
LEAKING FROM ABOUT 30 HOLES

THAT DON'T NORMALLY APPEAR
IN A HEALTHY 35-YEAR-OLD MALE.

(Beckett) 9-MILLIMETER SIG
STILL IN HIS WAISTBAND.

DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TIME
TO PULL IT OUT.

THIS GUY WAS ARMED
AND READY.

WHOEVER GOT HIM
WAS VERY, VERY GOOD.
NINJA ASSASSIN.

NINJA ASSASSIN?
ISN'T THAT KIND OF REDUNDANT?

AREN'T ALL NINJAS
BY DEFINITION ASSASSINS?
(Castle) FINE,
WEBSTER AND ROGET.

OUR NINJA--ASSASSINATION
IMPLIED BY DEFINITION--

SCALES THE BUILDING,
SLIPS IN THROUGH THIS WINDOW,

AND THEN HIDES HIMSELF,
I DON'T KNOW, ABOUT...

HEY... (chuckles)
LOOK AT THIS.

OUR VICTIM'S
A JOHNNY VONG FAN.

SOMEBODY ACTUALLY BOUGHT
THOSE TAPES? WHAT?
WHO'S JOHNNY VONG?

COME ON.
YOU'RE KIDDING ME.
EVERY INSOMNIAC IN NEW YORK
KNOWS WHO JOHNNY VONG IS.

HIS INFOMERCIAL
RUNS ALL NIGHT.
(man speaking broken English)
MOST PEOPLE THINK

YOU GOTTA HAVE MONEY
TO MAKE MONEY.

BUT THAT'S NOT TRUE.
LOOK AT ME.

WHEN I COME TO THIS COUNTRY,
I COME WITH NOTHING.

I COME ON BOAT,
AND NOW...

I OWN A BOAT.
(Castle and Esposito)
I OWN A BOAT.

YOUR FRIENDS MIGHT TELL--
(Beckett) I'M SORRY.
DO YOU GUYS MIND

IF WE FINISH DEALING WITH
THE DEAD GUY ON THE CARPET?

(Lanie) BECKETT.
(sets down remote)

CELL PHONE. LOOKS LIKE IT TOOK
A DIRECT HIT FROM THE KNIFE.

HAVE TECH PULL THE SIM CARD.

I WANT TO KNOW WHO COONAN WAS
TALKING TO BEFORE HE DIED. RYAN?

OH.

(police radio chatter)

(man) DID, UH...

(clears throat)

DID MY BROTHER SUFFER?

YES.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR HONESTY.

I GUESS
YOU COULDA LIED TO ME.

NO, I COULDN'T. I'VE BEEN
ON YOUR SIDE OF THE TABLE.

AND WHEN I WAS, WHAT I NEEDED
MOST WAS THE TRUTH.

I, UH... (clears throat)

I BUILD SCHOOLS
IN AFGHANISTAN.

YOU KNOW, GIVE KIDS
OVER THERE A FIGHTING CHANCE.

I GET ALL THIS RECOGNITION.

AND HERE'S
MY BIG BROTHER JACKY,

THE GUY WHO TAUGHT ME
TO FIGHT FOR THE LITTLE GUY...

AND WHAT DOES HE GET?

WORSE THAN HE DESERVED.

I MAKE NO EXCUSES
FOR THE THINGS MY BROTHER DID,

BUT GROWING UP,
WE WERE ON OUR OWN A LOT.

JACKY WAS THE TOUGHEST KID
ON THE BLOCK.

THAT'S WHAT FIRST BROUGHT HIM
TO ROURKE'S ATTENTION.
FINN ROURKE?

MM-HMM.

HE RUNS THE WESTIES.

WHAT DID HE ACTUALLY DO
FOR FINN?

JACKY NEVER SAID.

BUT WHATEVER IT WAS...

PRETTY SURE
IT GOT HIM KILLED.

CASTLE.

THESE WESTIES
CAN BE PRETTY ROUGH.

SO YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT
TO STAY IN THE CAR?

NO WAY.

OKAY. KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT
AND TRY TO BUTCH UP A LITTLE.

(Irish rock music playing)

♪♪

(man speaking indistinctly
on tv)

I'M LOOKING FOR FINN ROURKE.

IS THAT RIGHT?

WELL, AS FAR
AS I'M CONCERNED,

YOU AND YOUR WIFE THERE
CAN KEEP LOOKING.

♪♪

THIS IS THE PART
WHERE I TELL YOU

THAT ONE PHONE CALL FROM ME,

AND THE DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH
WILL BE DOWN HERE.

YOU'LL BE SHUT DOWN FOR 30 DAYS.
I GUARANTEE IT.

DO YOU REALLY WANT TO DO THAT
TO YOUR BOSS?

IT'S NOT LIKE I'M ASKING YOU
TO COUGH UP--
(coughing)

(man) COME ON NOW.
I CAN'T HEAR THE GAME.
(continues coughing)

TOMMY, A PINT
FOR THE PRETTY BOY, EH?

SETTLE HIS STOMACH.
(retches)

(strained voice) THANKS.
(coughs)

(man speaking indistinctly
on tv)

MR. ROURKE,
I'M DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT.

I'M HERE ABOUT JACK COONAN.

AH.

AND SO YOU ARE.

WHEN DID YOU LAST SEE
JACK COONAN?

I DON'T REMEMBER.

IN FACT,
NONE OF US REMEMBER.

AND I THINK YOU'LL FIND
THE DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH

TAKE A VERY LIBERAL ATTITUDE
TO MY ESTABLISHMENT.

AND THIS IS THE PART
WHERE I TELL YOU

TO POUND SAND, DETECTIVE.

(clattering)

(man yells)

(man) OH!

(grunting)

STEP AWAY.

ARE YOU OKAY?

ME?

AH. NO. I'M GOOD.

OH... GOD.

MARIO MENDOZA,
ALSO KNOWN AS TRUCHO.

YOU DID FOUR YEARS UPSTATE
FOR DISTRIBUTION IN QUEENS,

AND YOU JUST GOT OFF
OF PAROLE.

CONGRATULATIONS.
I'VE GOT A DEAD WESTIE
ON MY HANDS.

AND IT LOOKED LIKE YOU WERE
ABOUT TO JOIN.

SO YOU WANT TO TELL ME
WHAT YOU WERE DOING

IN FINN ROURKE'S BACK ROOM?
CAN I BE REAL WITH YOU?

OH, PLEASE DO.
I HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK

AND I ACCIDENTALLY FELL.
YOU FELL?

I FELL.
WELL, THEN HOW'D YOU GET
THAT MOUSE ON YOUR EYE?

I RAN INTO THE WALL.
HOW'D YOU BURN YOUR HAND?

AFTER I RAN INTO THE WALL
AND I FELL,

I PUT MY HAND OUT
ON THE GRILL,

JUST TO BREAK MY FALL.

WELL, THANKS
FOR KEEPING IT REAL.
LOOK, I GET IT--

THE WHOLE
"STREET CODE" THING AND ALL.

BUT IN MY EXPERIENCE, MARIO,
GUYS LIKE YOU

END UP CATCHING ANOTHER CASE
SOONER OR LATER,

AND WHEN YOU DO,

WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO HAVE
A DETECTIVE ON YOUR SIDE?

NO, THANKS.

I'M GOOD.

(groans)

(coughs)

(Mazzara) HE WAS MY COLLAR
FROM BACK IN THE DAY.

GUY RAN DOPE
FOR THE LATIN KINGS.

LATIN KINGS?
IT'S A VIOLENT STREET GANG.

THEY MOSTLY PEDDLE
GIRLS AND DRUGS.
YEAH, TRUCHO'S
THEIR BLADE MAN.

REAL HANDY WITH THE KNIFE.
WE NEVER POPPED HIM FOR MURDER,

BUT, UH, I MET PLENTY OF FOLKS
WITH FINGERS MISSING.

SO WAS THERE BAD BLOOD
BETWEEN THEM?
YEAH, THEY'RE LIKE THE, UH,

HATFIELDS AND McCOYS
OF HELL'S KITCHEN.

SO THE WESTIES FIGURE THAT
THE LATIN KINGS KILLED COONAN,

AND THEY SNATCH THEIR BLADE GUY
AND BRING HIM IN

FOR A LITTLE ENHANCED
INTERROGATION.
WHICH NO ONE
WANTS TO ADMIT TO.

UH-HUH.
LOOK, MY EXPERIENCE--

IF FINN WENT ALL GITMO ON HIM,
IT WAS FOR A REASON.

YOU GOT A WESTIE WITH HOLES IN
HIM? TRUCHO'S PROBABLY YOUR GUY.

HE'S RIGHT.
WE FOUND TRUCHO'S VEHICLE

IN AN ALLEY BEHIND
A LITTLE BODEGA IN REGO PARK.

IT'S A BIG DOPE SPOT.

AND HE LEFT
HIS LITTLE LETTER OPENER

TUCKED BEHIND
THE DRIVER'S SIDE SUN VISOR.

THAT'S NOT IT.

YOU DIDN'T EVEN LOOK.
SURE I DID.

IT'S A STILETTO,
4-INCH DAMASCUS BLADE,

AND IT'S WAY TOO SMALL
TO MAKE THESE WOUNDS.

WELL, MAYBE HE USED
A DIFFERENT KNIFE.

JUST HOW TALL IS THIS TRUCHO?

HE'S, UH...

5'6".

STANDING ON HIS TOES.
THEN HE'S NOT YOUR GUY.

THRUST ANGLE ON THESE WOUNDS

INDICATE COONAN'S KILLER
WAS OVER 6'.

WELL, MAYBE INSTEAD OF USING
A STILETTO,

HE WAS WEARING STILETTOS.

(cell phone rings)

EXCUSE ME.

(rings and beeps)
BECKETT.

HEY.

HEY.

YOU OKAY?

YEAH, I'M FINE.

(cell phone beeps)

(sighs)

TECH'S GOT SOME HITS
OFF OF COONAN'S PHONE.

MAYBE THEY CAN SHED SOME LIGHT.
THANK YOU, LANIE.
MM-HMM.

(Ryan)
THE LAST CALL

THAT COONAN MADE
WAS TO A NEW YORK LANDLINE.

BECAUSE OF THE DAMAGE
TO THE SIM,

IT'S MISSING THE LAST TWO DIGITS
OF THE PHONE NUMBER.
WELL,
THAT'S 99 POSSIBILITIES.

WE BETTER GET DIALING.
RYAN, I'M LOOKING AT YOU.

WELL, NO, THE NUMBERS ARE
ALL FROM THE SAME PHONE TREE.
HERE'S WHERE
IT GETS INTERESTING.

THEY ALL TRACE BACK
TO THE NEW YORK OFFICE

OF THE FEDERAL BUREAU
OF INVESTIGATION.

(Beckett) WHAT'S
AN IRISH STREET THUG DOING

TALKING TO THE FBI?

♪♪

MY PROGRAM IS IDIOT-PROOF.

LOOK AT ME.
I NEVER WENT TO COLLEGE.

(Esposito) YO, BECKETT.
YOUR FBI AGENT'S HERE.

I LEARN ENGLISH FROM V.H.S.
COPY OF "CANNONBALL RUN"...

WASN'T THAT DVD SUPPOSED TO BE
BOOKED IN AS POSSIBLE EVIDENCE?
UH...

YEAH, BUT, YOU KNOW, I THOUGHT
THERE MIGHT BE SOMETHING--

PUT IT BACK.

OKAY.

(Beckett) I APPRECIATE
YOUR COMING DOWN, AGENT FORREST.

MOST OF YOUR FBI COLLEAGUES
WOULD EXPECT

THE LOCALS TO COME TO THEM.
MOST OF MY COLLEAGUES

WORRY ABOUT HAIR PRODUCTS
AND PRESS CONFERENCES

WHEN THEY SHOULD BE OUT
CATCHING BAD MEN.

I TAKE IT YOU'RE NOT
FROM AROUND THESE PARTS.
NO, SIR.

I'M NOT.
BUT FOR MY MANY SINS,

THE BUREAU HAS TRANSFERRED ME
HERE TO NEW YORK.

HOW DID YOU COME INTO CONTACT
WITH JACK COONAN?

HE REACHED OUT TO US
ABOUT A WEEK AGO.
AND YOU SIGNED HIM ON
AS AN INFORMANT.

NOPE.
WHY NOT?

'CAUSE ALL THERE WERE
WERE OVERTURES.

AND I WASN'T ABOUT TO TRADE
THE FAMILY COW

FOR A BUNCH OF MAGIC BEANS.
YOU DIDN'T TRUST HIM?

WHEN A CASE LIKE COONAN
REACHES OUT TO THE BUREAU,

IT'S USUALLY 'CAUSE HE CROSSED
HIS BOSSES.
AND HE'S HARD UP TO
TRADE THEM IN TO THE BUREAU

FOR A QUICK TRIP INTO
THE WAITING ARMS OF WITSEC.

WHO WAS COONAN
OFFERING UP?

NEVER FOUND OUT.
WELL, WHOEVER IT WAS
MUST HAVE GOTTEN WIND OF IT.

AND THEN KILLED COONAN
BEFORE HE HAD A CHANCE

TO DELIVER THEM
TO THE FBI.

THE WESTIES ARE A BIT LIKE
THE ROGUE STATE OF IRAN

AND THE GREAT STATE OF TEXAS.

THEY'RE NOT TOO SHY IN HANDING
OUT THE DEATH PENALTY.

AND TALKING TO THE FBI IS
DEFINITELY A CAPITAL OFFENSE.

WE NEED TO TALK
TO FINN ROURKE AGAIN.

(Finn) AN ANGEL
VISITED JACKY'S HOME

TWO NIGHTS AGO.

SAME ANGEL AS TOOK
THE PHARAOH'S FIRSTBORN.

NOW I KNOW SOME OF YOU THINK

YOU DON'T KNOW
THE ANGEL OF DEATH.

BUT TRUST ME, LADS.
HE KNOWS YOU.

SO...

HERE'S TO DARLIN' JACKY.

(mourners) TO JACKY.
HUH? IF HE'S UP IN HEAVEN NOW,

YOU CAN BE SURE HE BROKE IN
WHEN THEY WAS AT VESPERS.

(laughing)

(Irish rock music playing)

(indistinct conversations)

COME TO HONOR THE DEAD
I HOPE.

IF NOT, I'LL THANK YOU
TO MOVE AWAY OUT OF THIS PLACE.

YOU'RE LYING.

YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED
TO JACK COONAN.

THAT ONCE-OVER
THAT YOU GAVE TRUCHO

WAS JUST A PIECE OF THEATER
TO THROW THEM ALL OFF,

JUST LIKE YOUR EULOGY.

NOW YOU BE CAREFUL,
DETECTIVE.

OR ELSE WHAT? YOU'LL KILL ME
JUST LIKE YOU KILLED COONAN

AFTER HE WENT TO THE FEDS
ABOUT YOU?

ENOUGH.

I'LL NOT HAVE YOU
SLANDER HIM LIKE THIS.

NOT TONIGHT.

I GOT IT
STRAIGHT FROM THE FBI.

JACK REACHED OUT TO THEM
JUST BEFORE HE DIED.

HE TURNED ON YOU,
DIDN'T HE?

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE
TALKING ABOUT, BOY-O.

JACKY COONAN WAS LOYAL
TO HIS LAST BREATH.

HE DIED IN A STATE OF GRACE.

EVEN IF WHAT YOU SAY IS TRUE,

YOU CAN BE SURE JACKY WASN'T
TALKING TO THE G's

ABOUT ANY OF US.

HOW CAN YOU BE SO SURE?

YOU'VE HEARD OF ME.

YOU'VE HEARD I'M A GANGSTER
AND A THIEF.

SURELY...

YOU'VE HEARD
I'VE KILLED MEN.

BUT YOU ANSWER ME THIS,
DETECTIVE.

HAVE YOU EVER HEARD
OF FINN ROURKE RUNNING DRUGS?

SOMEONE WAS BRINGING IT
IN HERE,

INTO MY NEIGHBORHOOD,
MY BACKYARD.

I SENT JACKY

TO FIND THE BASTARDS
BEHIND IT--

FIND THEM AND PUNISH THEM...

ACCORDING TO OUR RULES.

ONLY THEY PUNISHED HIM
INSTEAD.

AYE.

THAT THEY DID.

NOW...

IF YOU HAVE PROBABLE CAUSE

I SUGGEST YOU ARREST ME NOW.

IF NOT, I'LL REMIND YOU,
THIS IS A PRIVATE PARTY.

AND I'LL THANK YOU

TO GET THE HELL
OUT OF MY PLACE!

♪♪

ANOTHER.

♪♪

GIVE HER A MINUTE, CASTLE.
SHE CAN'T JUST FOLLOW US OUT.

IT WOULD BE TOO OBVIOUS.
YOU NOTICED HER?

I'M A HOMICIDE DETECTIVE.

IF THERE'S ONE THING
I KNOW HOW TO SPOT,

IT'S A LADY LOOKING
TO UNBURDEN HERSELF.

SHE'S LOOKING FOR US.

NO, NO, NO. DON'T HONK,
DEEP THROAT. YOU'LL SPOOK HER.

HI.

I'M MOLLY.

HI, MOLLY. I'M KATE. CAN WE
MAYBE GIVE YOU A LIFT SOMEWHERE?

ANYWHERE BUT HERE.

(car door opens)

OF COURSE I KNEW
JACK'S REPUTATION.

IT'S PART OF WHAT
ATTRACTED ME TO HIM.

WHAT?

YOU TELLING ME YOU NEVER HAD
A THING FOR BAD BOYS, KATE?

NO COMMENT.

SO JACK NEVER MENTIONED
GOING TO THE FBI?

JACK NEVER DISCUSSED BUSINESS.

BUT I KNEW HE WANTED OUT.

WE TALKED ABOUT...
GOING SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY.

LAST WEEK, JACK WARNED ME
HE MIGHT GET THERE FIRST.

JACK SAW THIS COMING?
WE SPENT
EVERY NIGHT TOGETHER.

HE COULDN'T GET TO SLEEP
WITHOUT ME NEXT TO HIM.

BUT LAST WEEK, HE WOULDN'T
EVEN LET ME COME OVER.

ANYBODY BUT JACK,

AND I'D HAVE THOUGHT HE HAD
SOMETHING GOING ON THE SIDE.

THAT NEVER CROSSED
YOUR MIND?

(metal tinkles)

THIS IS THE LAST THING

JACK EVER GAVE ME,

ON THE LAST NIGHT
I EVER SPENT WITH HIM.

JACK SAID
IF THINGS BROKE BAD,

HE WANTED ME TO GIVE THIS
TO THE POLICE.

(metal clinks)
(Castle) AND HOW DO YOU KNOW
IT'S TO A BUS LOCKER?

(Beckett) IT'S ALWAYS
TO A BUS LOCKER.

T.S.A.
TORE MOST OF THEM OUT,

BUT A FEW TERMINALS
STILL HAVE THEM,

AND THIS ONE IS THE CLOSEST
TO COONAN'S APARTMENT.

WAIT. NO, NO, NO.
WAIT. DON'T DO THAT.
WHAT?

WELL, ONCE YOU OPEN IT,
THEN WE'LL KNOW.

COULD BE AN ALIEN CORPSE
IN THERE, ARC OF THE COVENANT...

OR JOHNNY VONG DVDs.

YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.

THIS IS WHAT COONAN WANTED
TO GIVE TO THE FEDS?
HOLD ON.

NO.

(man speaking indistinctly
over p.a.)

NO, THIS.

HEROIN.
THAT WAS SO COOL
JUST NOW.

YOU LIKE THAT?
YEAH, IT WAS VERY
"MIAMI VICE."

MM-HMM.

(Beckett) COONAN WASN'T GOING

TO THE FEDS
TO RAT OUT HIS WESTIE PALS.

HE WAS LOOKING TO RAT OUT

THE DRUG DEALER
FINN ROURKE SENT HIM TO FIND.
ONLY THE DEALER
FLIPS THE SCRIPT.

KNIFES COONAN BEFORE HE CAN
CLOSE THE DEAL WITH THE FEDS.

SO THEN WE FIND THE DEALER,
AND WE FIND THE KILLER.

THESE BOXES SAY THE DVDs
WERE PACKAGED IN HONG KONG.

SOMEONE MUST BE
SLIPPING THEIR HEROIN IN

BEFORE THEY'RE SHIPPED.
WHICH MEANS SOMEONE ON THIS END
HAD TO KNOW

WHICH BOXES CONTAIN THE DRUGS.
AND WHICH BOXES CONTAIN
THE SECRET PATH

TO FINANCIAL INDEPENDENCE.

WHAT?

IT HAD TO BE SOMEONE
IN JOHNNY VONG'S ORGANIZATION.

(cheers and applause)

YEAH!

I DON'T CARE
IF YOU'RE A BUSBOY.

I DON'T CARE IF YOU WEAR
THE GREEN APRON

AND SERVE FANCY COFFEE TO A JERK
TALKING ON HIS BLUETOOTH.

I WAS LIKE YOU ONCE.
(woman) WE LOVE YOU!

THEN I DISCOVERED THE ONE SECRET
THAT CHANGED MY WHOLE LIFE.

WHO OUT THERE IS READY?

THIS PLACE REMINDS ME
OF MY SECOND WEDDING.

(cheers and applause)
AH. YEAH!

(cheering)

WHO IS READY TO CLOSE ESCROW
ON A NEW LIFE?

(Johnny) COME ON! HA HA!

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT
TAKING THEM OFF.

IF YOU DO,
I WILL PEPPER SPRAY YOU.

WHOO!

HA HA, YOU, BABY!
MR. VONG.

YEAH, YOU!
MR. VONG,

I'M DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT
WITH THE NYPD.

I'D LIKE TO ASK YOU
A FEW QUESTIONS.

SURE, SURE, SURE.
WE BELIEVE THAT
ONE OF YOUR EMPLOYEES

WAS SMUGGLING HEROIN
INTO THE COUNTRY

USING YOUR SUPPLY CHAIN.
SMUGGLE WHAT?

SMACK.

WOULD YOU MIND IF WE LOOKED
INTO YOUR--

(crowd cheers)

(woman) OH!

AH!
OOH. UGH.

(Beckett) HEROIN TRAFFICKING--

THAT'S GOOD
FOR A 10-YEAR PRISON BID.

SO I DON'T BLAME YOU
FOR RUNNING.

THIS IS ALL
A BIG MISTAKE.

I NEVER DO DRUGS.

DRUGS ARE FOR LOSERS.
I'M A BUSINESSMAN.

I TRY TO HELP PEOPLE
ACHIEVE THEIR GOALS.

SO LONG AS THEIR GOALS
ARE TO BLOW 300 BUCKS

ON YOUR BOGUS
REAL ESTATE SYSTEM.
NO, LISTEN,

I OFFER YOU 30-DAY,
MONEY-BACK GUARANTEE.

IF YOU DON'T START BUILDING
WEALTH BY THEN,

I REFUND ALL YOUR MONEY,
NO QUESTIONS ASKED.

COULD I MAKE THAT OFFER
IF THIS WAS SOME KIND OF SCAM?
THE MAN HAS A POINT.

SHUT UP.
YOU DON'T THINK HE--

NO.
YEAH.

LOOK, HERE'S THE DEAL--
I'M NOT A DOPE COP.

I'M A HOMICIDE DETECTIVE.

SO USUALLY I DON'T EVEN BOTHER
WITH YOUR SORT OF AN OPERATION.

BUT MY PROBLEM, AND YOURS,

IS THE FACT THAT YOU HAD
JACK COONAN KILLED

IN ORDER TO HIDE
YOUR HEROIN SMUGGLING.

(speaking clear English)
WAIT. JACK COONAN'S DEAD?

WHOA.
CAREFUL THERE, JOHNNY.

YOUR ACCENT'S STARTING
TO FADE A LITTLE.

LOOK, I DIDN'T COME OVER
ON A BOAT, OKAY?

I'VE NEVER EVEN BEEN TO LAOS.
I'M FROM DANVILLE, CALIFORNIA.

AND THIS WHOLE
JOHNNY VONG THING?

NO ONE WANTS TO BUY
A REAL ESTATE SYSTEM

FROM A HARVARD M.B.A.,
BUT SHOW THEM AN IDIOT

WITH A ROLLS-ROYCE,
AND THEY'LL KNOCK DOWN DOORS.

SO I PLAYED JOHNNY VONG.

YOU KNOW, PEOPLE WANT
ALL THAT HORATIO ALGER CRAP,

SO THAT'S WHAT I GIVE 'EM.
WELL, THAT AND HEROIN.

HOW EXACTLY
DID YOU KNOW JACK COONAN?

LOOK, WHATEVER YOU THINK
YOU KNOW,

I PROMISE YOU,
I DIDN'T KILL COONAN.

YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME.

DO I?
NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS REAL.

NO. (sighs)

I NEEDED MONEY TO TAKE
THE PROGRAM NATIONAL.

HE NEEDED A WAY TO GET
PRODUCT INTO THE COUNTRY.

IT WAS STUPID, BUT ONCE YOU MAKE
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL,

YOU BELONG TO HIM.

WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?
WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?

HE'LL KILL ME.

I CAN PROTECT YOU.
YOU CAN'T. NOBODY CAN.

YOU DON'T KNOW
WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF.

YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME.
ASK JACK COONAN.
LOOK, MR. VONG, I--

NO. I'LL TAKE MY CHANCES
IN PRISON.

I'D RATHER LOSE TEN YEARS
OF MY LIFE THAN ALL OF IT.

(Beckett)
WHOEVER HE'S WORKING FOR

SCARES HIM A LOT MORE
THAN PRISON.

THERE HAS TO BE A WAY
TO GET IT OUT OF HIM.

WE COULD FORCE HIM TO WATCH
PARIS HILTON VIDEOS.
YOU WANT ME
BROUGHT UP ON CHARGES?

(Lanie) BECKETT.
HEY, LANIE.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

UH, IT'S ABOUT
THE COONAN CASE.

THIS IS DR. CLARK MURRAY.

DETECTIVE.
HELLO.

HE'S A FORENSIC PATHOLOGIST.
I ASKED HIM TO CONSULT.

I'M, UH,
DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT.

THIS IS RICHARD CASTLE,
THE NOVELIST.
WE'VE MET.

(Murray)
NOTE THE RECTANGULAR BRUISING

AROUND THESE WOUNDS...
MM-HMM.

HERE AND HERE...
MM-HMM.

CAUSED BY THE HILT OF THE KNIFE
STRIKING WITH FORCE ENOUGH

TO COMPRESS THE SKIN.

AND AS A RESULT,
THE INJURIES

PENETRATE DEEPER THAN
THE ACTUAL LENGTH OF THE BLADE.

HE'S ALSO HONED HIS BLADE
SO FINE,

IT'S BRITTLE ENOUGH FOR BITS
TO BREAK WHEN IT STRIKES BONE,

WHICH IS WHY SLIVERS OF BLADE

WERE FOUND INSIDE
BOTH OF HIS VICTIMS.

WE NOW KNOW THOSE SLIVERS COME
FROM THE SAME MURDER WEAPON.

WAIT, TWO VICTIMS? HOW MANY
PEOPLE HAS HE KILLED?

FIVE THAT WE KNOW OF.

SO WE'RE LOOKING
AT A SERIAL?
WELL, YES AND NO.

WE BELIEVE WE'RE DEALING
WITH A PROFESSIONAL,

SOMEONE WITH EXTENSIVE
MILITARY TRAINING.

A CONTRACT KILLER?
I USED

TOMOGRAPHIC RECONSTRUCTION
OF COONAN'S WOUNDS

TO GENERATE A 3-D MODEL
OF THE BLADE USED.

IT'S A SPECIAL OPERATIONS GROUP
KNIFE...
(clicks)

THE KIND FAVORED BY
SPECIAL FORCES IN GULF WAR ONE.

HE KILLS WITH A SINGLE BLOW

USING THESE OTHER WOUNDS
TO CAMOUFLAGE THE SKILL

WITH WHICH THE INITIAL STROKE
WAS DELIVERED.

THE VERY SAME METHOD
AND THE VERY SAME WEAPON

THAT THE KILLER EMPLOYED...
TEN YEARS AGO.

L-LANIE...

I'M SO SORRY.

(Murray)
DETECTIVE BECKETT,

THERE IS NO DOUBT IN MY MIND

THAT JACK COONAN WAS KILLED

BY THE SAME MAN
WHO MURDERED YOUR MOTHER.

I AM THE INVESTIGATOR
OF RECORD ON THIS CASE.

YOU HAD NO RIGHT
TO WITHHOLD EVIDENCE FROM ME.
WELL, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?

THE LAST TIME CASTLE TRIED
TO TALK TO YOU

ABOUT YOUR MOTHER'S MURDER,
YOU BIT HIS HEAD OFF.

PLEASE, LANIE.

I NOTICED
THE WOUND SIMILARITY.

I REACHED OUT TO DR. MURRAY.

I HELD OFF FROM TELLING YOU

UNTIL I KNEW THE EVIDENCE
WAS ROCK-SOLID.

BECKETT, WE CAME TO YOU
THE MOMENT WE WERE SURE.

BECKETT. CAN I HAVE
A WORD WITH YOU?

POOR MAN'S PAINKILLER.

I KNOW YOUR MOTHER'S MURDER WAS
THE REASON YOU BECAME A COP.

AND I KNOW HOW YOU
ALMOST LOST YOURSELF

TRYING TO SOLVE HER CASE
THE FIRST TIME YOU TRIED.

I FIGURED SOONER OR LATER,
WHEN YOU WERE READY,

YOU'D WANT TO TAKE
ANOTHER RUN AT IT.

I JUST NEVER EXPECTED
HER KILLER TO COME AROUND

AND SUCKER PUNCH YOU
LIKE THIS.

KATE, LISTEN TO ME.

YOU'RE THE FINEST HOMICIDE
I'VE EVER TRAINED, BAR NONE.

AND I WANT YOU TO STAY ON
THIS ONE IF YOU CAN,

IF YOU'RE UP TO IT.

BUT I WOULDN'T BE DOING
MY JOB AS YOUR CAPTAIN

IF I DIDN'T ASK...
CAN YOU HANDLE THIS?

I'M SORRY, SIR.

I CAN'T.

(sets flask down)

BECKETT.

KATE.

(bell on door jingles)

KATIE.

HEY, DAD.

HI.

MM.

SO... WHAT HAVE YOU FOUND?

I DON'T KNOW YET.

BUT ENOUGH TO SCARE YOU.

YEAH.

I DIDN'T SLEEP WELL
THAT WHOLE FIRST YEAR

AFTER YOU GOT OUT
OF THE ACADEMY.

I'D HEAR SIRENS IN THE NIGHT

AND IMAGINE YOU OFF
IN THE DARKNESS SOMEPLACE.

I HAD NIGHTMARES
WHERE IT SWALLOWED YOU WHOLE.

DAD, I DON'T WANT
TO LOSE THIS ONE.

YOUR MOTHER ALWAYS SAID
THAT LIFE...

NEVER DELIVERS ANYTHING
THAT WE CAN'T HANDLE.

I MEAN, SHE LIVED BY THAT,
YOU KNOW?

CALLED IT JOHANNA'S
IMMUTABLE LAW OF THE UNIVERSE.

AND FOR YEARS,
I THOUGHT SHE WAS WRONG...

BECAUSE I COULDN'T HANDLE
LOSING HER.

NOW...

I CAN ALMOST
HEAR HER WHISPER,

"I TOLD YOU SO."

FOUR OF MOM'S
FAVORITE WORDS.

(chuckles)

LOOK...

SHE WAS A DEVOUT BELIEVER
IN THE TRUTH,

AND IF SHE WERE HERE
RIGHT NOW,

SHE'D TELL YOU,
THE TRUTH CAN NEVER HURT YOU.

YOU KNOW, THIS MAY BE
YOUR MOTHER'S WAY

OF REACHING OUT TO YOU,
KATIE...

AND REMINDING YOU
THAT THE TRUTH...

IS STILL YOUR WEAPON
TO WIELD,

NOT THEIRS.

(doorbell buzzes)

HEY.

HEY.

COME IN.

THANK YOU.

MM.

HANG IN THERE, KIDDO.

THANK YOU, MARTHA.

LEFTOVERS IN THE FRIDGE.
UPSTAIRS IF YOU NEED US.

PLEASE.

I WILL DO ANYTHING
THAT YOU NEED,

INCLUDING NOTHING,

IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT.

WHAT I WANT IS TO FIND
MY MOTHER'S KILLER.

WELL, THEN WE NEED TO BREAK
JOHNNY VONG.

SO LET'S BREAK HIM.

I OWE YOU AN APOLOGY,
MR. VONG.

APPARENTLY IN MY HASTE,

I FORGOT TO READ YOU
YOUR MIRANDA RIGHTS.

YOU'RE FREE TO GO.

NO! I REMEMBER DISTINCTLY.
YOU READ THEM TO ME.

AND I WAIVED THEM ALL. YOU DID.
SHE DID. YOU REMEMBER, RIGHT?

SORRY, MAN.
IT'S A ROOKIE MISTAKE.

WHAT? NO, WAIT.
YOU CAN'T--YOU CAN'T DO THIS.

IF I WALK OUT OF HERE NOW,

HE'LL THINK
I'M COOPERATING WITH THE COPS.

I'LL BE DEAD BY MORNING.

YES, YOU WILL.

OR YOU CAN TELL ME
WHO YOU'RE WORKING FOR,

AND I WILL PROTECT YOU.

DICK COONAN.

I WORK FOR DICK.

YOU'RE TELLING ME

JACK COONAN'S BROTHER
IS A DRUG TRAFFICKER?

HE COMES OFF LIKE JIMMY CARTER,
BUT IT WAS ALL A SCAM

TO FUNNEL MONEY TO THE WARLORDS
WITH THE POPPY FIELDS.

SURE, HE BUILT A FEW SCHOOLS,

UH, SO HE HAD PICTURES
FOR HIS DONORS,

BUT, YOU KNOW, MOST OF
THE MONEY FUNDED HIS CARTEL.

SO HE HAD ACCESS
TO ALL THE DOPE HE WANTED.

HE JUST NEEDED A WAY
OF GETTING IT INTO THE COUNTRY.

YOU COULDN'T GET AN ASPIRIN
FROM KABUL TO NEW YORK

WITHOUT SOMEBODY KNOWING
ABOUT IT, NOT SINCE 9/11.

ALL I HAD TO DO

WAS LET HIM PACKAGE THE DRUGS
AT MY FACTORY IN HONG KONG.

HE'D PICK UP THE DIRTY SHIPMENTS
ONCE THEY CLEARED CUSTOMS.

AND HE HAD THE LATIN KINGS
PUT IT ON THE STREET.
PERFECT SYSTEM.

WELL, PERFECT UNTIL TRUCHO
CAUGHT A CASE OF STUPID

AND STARTED SELLING
IN THE WESTIES' TERRITORY.

AND THEN THAT'S WHAT BROUGHT
JACK SNIFFING AROUND.

JACK THREATENED TO GIVE HIM
TO THE FEDS UNLESS HE QUIT.

SO DICK KILLED
HIS OWN BROTHER.
OH, NO.

JACK HAD BEEN WITH
THE WESTIES A LONG TIME.

HE'D GROWN EYES
IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD.

DICK HIRED A PROFESSIONAL.

WHAT'S HIS NAME?

UH, HE CALLED HIM RATHBORNE.

HOW DO I FIND HIM?

ASK DICK COONAN.

SO...
ANY, UH, PROGRESS

ON THE SON OF A BITCH
WHO KILLED MY BROTHER?
(Beckett) WE'RE CLOSE.

WE THINK THAT JACK WAS KILLED
AFTER ROURKE ASKED HIM

TO HUNT DOWN A DRUG DEALER.
TURNS OUT THE WESTIES
HAVE DONE A PRETTY GOOD JOB

WITH THE WAR ON DRUGS
THESE PAST FEW YEARS.

TALK ABOUT ZERO TOLERANCE.
THE PUNISHMENT

FOR DEALING DRUGS IN
THEIR NEIGHBORHOOD IS DEATH.

BUT WHEN HE TRACKED DOWN
THIS DEALER,

FOR SOME REASON,

JACK DIDN'T HAVE THE HEART
TO KILL HIM.

THAT IS SO JACKY.
(chuckles)

HE ALWAYS LED WITH HIS CHIN.
HE WENT THROUGH LIFE

LIKE HE WAS EXPECTING TO WIN
THE GOOD SPORTSMAN AWARD

ON TROPHY NIGHT.
CUT THE CRAP, COONAN.

WE KNOW ALL ABOUT
YOUR HEROIN TRIANGLE--

AFGHANISTAN, HONG KONG...

NEW YORK.

AND WE ALSO KNOW THAT YOU HIRED
AN ASSASSIN NAMED RATHBORNE

TO KILL YOUR BROTHER BEFORE HE
WENT TO THE FEDS ABOUT YOU.

(sighs)

PROVE IT.

ARE YOU OKAY?

TEN YEARS SINCE WE CAME HOME

AND FOUND THAT DETECTIVE
WAITING FOR US.

TEN YEARS SINCE WE CROSSED
THAT YELLOW TAPE

AND WENT INTO THAT ALLEY.

AND EVERY TIME I CROSS THE TAPE
AT A CRIME SCENE,

I THINK OF THAT NIGHT.

THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU
SUCH A GOOD COP.

(whispers)
WHAT IF I LET HER DOWN?

DO YOU KNOW WHY I CHOSE YOU

AS MY INSPIRATION
FOR NIKKI HEAT?

NO. WHY?

BECAUSE YOU'RE TALL.

NOW GO IN THERE
AND DO YOUR JOB.

I HAVE FORENSIC ACCOUNTANTS

DIGGING THROUGH
YOUR ORGANIZATION, MR. COONAN.

IF THERE'S EVIDENCE
OF HEROIN TRAFFICKING,

THEY WILL FIND IT.

BUT THAT'S NOT
YOUR BIGGEST PROBLEM RIGHT NOW.

HIRING AN ASSASSIN
LIKE RATHBORNE

SHOWS PREMEDITATION,

AND THAT MAKES THIS
A SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCE CASE,

WHICH QUALIFIES YOU
FOR THE NEEDLE.

NOW I AM WILLING TO TAKE

THE SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCE
ALLEGATIONS OFF THE TABLE

IF YOU GIVE ME RATHBORNE.

THE ONLY SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCE
HERE, DETECTIVE,

IS YOUR COMPLETE LACK
OF EVIDENCE AGAINST ME.

I HAVE JOHNNY VONG.

(laughs)

THE GUY WITH THE PHONY ACCENT
AND THE REAL ESTATE SCAM?

(laughs)

IS THAT THE BEST
YOU CAN DO?

ARE YOU REALLY WILLING
TO BET YOUR LIFE

THAT VONG CAN'T HOLD HIS MUD,
MR. COONAN?

GIVE ME THE KILLER, AND I WILL
PUT THE D.A. IN THE MOOD

FOR A SECOND-DEGREE PLEA.

WHEN WE FIRST MET,

YOU TOLD ME YOU'D BEEN
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS.

REMEMBER?

NOW... COULD THAT BE WHY
YOU SEEM SO EAGER

TO GET YOUR HANDS
ON THIS MYSTERIOUS ASSASSIN?

BECAUSE IF I HAD TO GUESS,

I'D SAY THAT SOMEONE
CLOSE TO YOU WAS MURDERED,

AND YOU THINK RATHBORNE
HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT.

BUT I DON'T HAVE TO GUESS,
DO I?

BECAUSE IT'S ALL OVER
YOUR FACE.

THAT STILL
DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT

THAT YOU'RE GUILTY OF MURDER.

MAYBE NOT.

BUT FOR THE LOW, LOW PRICE
OF TRANSACTIONAL IMMUNITY,

I CAN GIVE YOU THE CLOSURE
YOU'VE BEEN SEEKING.

YOU GET RATHBORNE,
AND I WALK.

AND THAT, DETECTIVE,
IS MY FINAL OFFER.

(Montgomery)
TRANSACTIONAL IMMUNITY, PAUL,

AND I'M INCLINED
TO GIVE IT TO HIM.

RATHBORNE HAS KILLED FIVE
THAT WE KNOW OF,

INCLUDING THE MOTHER
OF ONE OF MY PEOPLE.

IT'S ONE OF OUR OWN, PAUL.

I REMEMBER THAT USED TO
MEAN SOMETHING IN THIS TOWN.

WELL?

HE WENT FOR IT.
THE DISTRICT ATTORNEY

IS GONNA OFFER COONAN IMMUNITY
IF HE GIVES US RATHBORNE.

I HOPE YOU KNOW
WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE DOING.

DESCRIBE HIM.

ABOUT MY HEIGHT.

JUST SO AVERAGE,
HE'S ALMOST INVISIBLE.

HOW DID YOU MEET?
WE WERE
IN THE SERVICE TOGETHER.

THEY SAID HE'D BEEN KILLED

BACK IN A TRAINING EXERCISE
IN '95.

BUT THEN ABOUT A YEAR AGO,
I'M SITTING AT A BAR

AND I GLANCE ACROSS,
AND I'M LOOKING AT A GHOST.

TURNS OUT HE'D ACTUALLY BEEN
RECRUITED BACK THEN, NOT KILLED,

TO DO...

WELL, THE BAD STUFF
THAT GOVERNMENTS LIKE TO DENY.

HOW'D YOU HIRE HIM?

HE'D GIVEN ME THE NUMBER

TO HIS ANSWERING SERVICE
IN THE CAYMANS.

AND THEN THEY PROVIDED ME WITH
A SINGLE-USE E-MAIL ADDRESS,

A NUMBERED ACCOUNT.

E-MAILED HIM THE NAME
OF HIS TARGET,

WIRED HIM THE MONEY
AND WAITED.

OKAY, HERE'S THE DEAL--

YOU'RE GONNA CONTACT RATHBORNE
WITH A CONTRACT ON VONG.

YOU'RE GONNA TELL HIM THAT
THE POLICE ARE TAKING HIM

TO THE D.A.'s OFFICE
FOR A DEPOSITION,

THAT HE CAN'T
MAKE IT THERE ALIVE.
IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT.

HE WANTS HIS MONEY UP FRONT.
IT'S 100 GRAND, NONNEGOTIABLE.

100 GRAND? THE CITY IS NEVER
GONNA AGREE TO THAT.

LOOK, YOU WANT TO CATCH HER
KILLER, THE PRICE IS 100 GRAND.

I CAN'T JUST SHOOT THAT KIND
OF MONEY OUT INTO SPACE

WITHOUT ANY HOPE
OF GETTING IT BACK.
YOU CAN'T. I CAN.
THIS ONE'S ON ME.

CASTLE--
DO WE HAVE A DEAL?

WE DO, BUT MY CLIENT'S
IMMUNITY KICKS IN

THE MOMENT RATHBORNE
ACCEPTS THE CONTRACT,

ONCE THE WIRE TRANSFER
IS COMPLETE.

AS SOON AS RATHBORNE
TAKES THE JOB,

YOUR PART IS DONE.

AND I WALK?
AND YOU WALK.

RATHBORNE HAS TAKEN THE BAIT.

NOW FOR TODAY'S PERFORMANCE,
THE ROLE OF JOHNNY VONG

WILL BE PLAYED
BY OFFICER CLAYTON LEE.

WE WHO ARE ABOUT TO DIE
SALUTE YOU.
RYAN AND ESPOSITO WILL ESCORT
LEE TO THE D.A.'s OFFICE

VIA A PREARRANGED ROUTE.

WE'LL HAVE PLAINCLOTHES IN PLACE
ON EVERY CORNER AND MID-BLOCK,

AND THERE'LL ALSO
BE AIR SUPPORT,

FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH.
NOT A WHOLE LOT.

NO ONE EVEN KNOWS
WHAT RATHBORNE LOOKS LIKE.
HE SHOULDN'T BE
TOO HARD TO SPOT.

YEAH, HE'LL BE THE ONE
WHO'S TRYING TO KILL YOU.

(Ryan) ALL RIGHT, LET'S GO,
EVERYBODY.

(Esposito) Be advised,
we are southbound Lafayette

approaching Worth.

ROGER ON WORTH. LET ME KNOW
WHEN YOU CLEAR THE INTERSECTION.

We're through the intersection.
Continuing eastbound Worth.

IT'S A SOLID PLAN.

We're entering
the parking garage.

EYES OUT.

THIS GUY'S SUPPOSED
TO LIKE CLOSE-UP WORK.

BE ADVISED.
WE ARE NOW ON FOOT.

RATHBORNE'S MAKING HIS MOVE.

(grunts)
ON THE GROUND!

DROP IT! DROP IT!
DON'T MOVE!

WHAT THE HELL'S
WRONG WITH YOU?

IT'S A PHONE.

DISREGARD. DISREGARD.
IT'S NOT HIM.

We must have spooked him.
Rathborne didn't show.

I LET HER DOWN.

NO, YOU DIDN'T.

RATHBORNE'S IN THE WIND.
DICK COONAN'S ABOUT TO WALK.

I MISSED SOMETHING.

COULD'VE BEEN ME.

RATHBORNE COULD'VE CHECKED
THE ROUTING NUMBER,

REALIZED THE MONEY WAS COMING
FROM MY ACCOUNT, NOT DICK'S.

I WAS ARROGANT.
I DIDN'T THINK
YOU WERE ARROGANT, CASTLE.

I THOUGHT WHAT YOU DID
WAS SWEET.

AND I WILL PAY YOU BACK AS--
NEGATIVE, GHOSTRIDER.

SMALL PRICE TO PAY FOR A SHOT
AT YOUR MOTHER'S KILLER.

HER KILLER?

WHAT?

COONAN SAID IT WAS
100 GRAND TO CATCH HER KILLER.

AND YOU NEVER TOLD HIM IT WAS
YOUR MOTHER THAT WAS MURDERED.

THERE WAS NO RATHBORNE.
THAT WAS JUST A COVER.

IT WAS YOU.

CLEVER GIRL.

AAH!

ALL RIGHT.
AH, AH, AH, AH, AH.

NOW HERE'S
WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN.

WE'RE JUST GONNA STROLL ON OVER
TO THE ELEVATOR TOGETHER,

NICE AND EASY.

THAT'LL NEVER HAPPEN.

YOU MAKE A SOUND,
YOU ATTEMPT A SIGNAL,

YOU SO MUCH
AS CLEAR YOUR THROAT,

AND I'LL PUT A ROUND
IN THIS MAN'S LIVER.

AND HE WILL DIE SLOWLY
AND IN CONSIDERABLE PAIN.

AAH.

LET'S GO.

WHAT, NO PITHY REMARKS
FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY?

NOT SO FUNNY FACING
YOUR OWN DEATH, IS IT?

I DON'T KNOW, DICK.
YOU TELL ME.

LAST TIME I CHECKED,
THIS WAS A POLICE STATION.

YOU KNEW BEFORE
I ARRESTED YOU, DIDN'T YOU?

YOU KNEW
MY MOM WAS YOUR VICTIM.

IT WASN'T PERSONAL, OKAY?
SHE WAS JUST ANOTHER JOB.

SHE WAS MY MOTHER.
WHO HIRED YOU TO KILL HER?

(scoffs) FORGET IT.
YOU'LL NEVER TOUCH 'EM.

THEY'LL BURY YOU.
TELL ME WHO.

(gun cocks)
NO. NO. NO! SIR!

I NEED HIM ALIVE.
THAT'S RIGHT. YOU DO NEED ME.

NOW BACK HIM OFF
OR CASTLE DIES.

SIR, BACK OFF, PLEASE.

YOU KNOW I CAN'T DO THAT.

HEY.
(gun cocks)

YOU WANT TO LEARN WHO ORDERED
THE HIT ON YOUR MOMMY?

YOU BETTER MAKE SURE
I MAKE IT OUTTA HERE.

ROY... PLEASE.

THAT'S RIGHT, ROY.
NICE AND EASY.

NICE AND EASY.

UGH!
AH!

(Pearl Jam's "The End" playing)

♪ WHAT WERE ALL THOSE DREAMS
WE SHARED ♪

(Beckett) COME ON!

COME ON.

♪ ...MANY YEARS AGO ♪

(voice breaking)
STAY WITH ME.

THREE. FOUR. COME ON.
STAY WITH ME.

NO. COME ON. STAY WITH ME.

ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.
FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT.

(grunts)

♪ MORE THAN FRIENDS
I ALWAYS PLEDGED ♪

♪ 'CAUSE FRIENDS,
THEY COME AND GO ♪

♪ PEOPLE CHANGE ♪

♪ AS DOES EVERYTHING ♪

♪ I WANTED TO GROW OLD ♪

♪ I JUST WANT TO GROW OLD ♪

♪ SLIDE ON NEXT TO ME ♪

♪ I'M JUST A HUMAN BEING ♪

♪ I WILL TAKE THE BLAME ♪

♪ BUT JUST THE SAME ♪

♪ THIS IS NOT ME ♪

♪ YOU SEE ♪

OH. MONTGOMERY'S
POST-INCIDENT EVALUATION.

YOU COME OFF LIKE STEVEN SEAGAL.

SHOULD I BE FLATTERED
OR INSULTED?

(chuckles) BOTH.

♪ OR BURIED BENEATH THE STONES ♪

I DIDN'T KNOW
WHAT YOU FELT LIKE,

SO... I GOT SUSHI,

I GOT SOME ITALIAN,
GOT SOME THAI,

AND I GRABBED SOME HOT DOGS.

IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT,
YOU KNOW.

♪ THERE'S SUCH A THING ♪

♪ IT'S MY FAULT,
NOW I... ♪

I OVERSTEPPED.

I CAME DOWN HERE TO SAY
THAT I WAS SORRY

AND THAT I'M THROUGH.

I CAN'T SHADOW YOU ANYMORE.
IF IT WASN'T FOR ME--

IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, I WOULD'VE
NEVER FOUND MY MOM'S KILLER.

AND SOMEDAY SOON,

I'M GONNA FIND
THE SONS OF BITCHES

WHO HAD COONAN KILL HER.

AND I'D LIKE YOU AROUND
WHEN I DO.

AND IF YOU TELL ANYONE
WHAT I'M ABOUT TO SAY,

THERE'S GONNA BE
ANOTHER SHOOTING,

BUT... I'VE GOTTEN USED TO YOU
PULLING MY PIGTAILS.

I HAVE A HARD JOB, CASTLE,

AND HAVING YOU AROUND
MAKES IT A LITTLE MORE FUN.

♪ ...HEARS BEFORE I DISAPPEAR ♪

YOUR SECRET'S SAFE
WITH ME.

♪ ...MY EAR ♪

♪ GIVE ME SOMETHING TO ECHO ♪

♪ IN MY UNKNOWN FUTURE'S EAR ♪

♪ MY DEAR ♪

♪ THE END ♪

♪ COMES NEAR ♪

♪ I'M HERE ♪

♪ BUT NOT MUCH LONGER ♪