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PREVIOUSLY ON "CASTLE"...

ASK ME WHY I'M HERE. YOU KNOW, I ASK MYSELF THAT QUESTION EVERY DAY.

THAT WAS PAULA, MY AGENT, WITH BIG NEWS

ABOUT MY BOOK, "HEAT WAVE." ARE THEY REALLY MAKING A NIKKI HEAT MOVIE?

DUDE, DID I CALL IT OR WHAT? AND YOU ARE ABOUT TO BE IMMORTALIZED

ON THE SILVER SCREEN.

(man) Yeah, I'd like to report a murder. I did it.

HE CALLED TO REPORT HIS CRIME. IT'S LIKE HE DID THIS FOR FUN. (camera shutter clicks)

NIKKI HEAT. HE DEDICATED THIS MURDER TO ME.

NIKKI HEAT I PRESUME. IT'S BECKETT.

SPECIAL AGENT JORDAN SHAW. TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT JORDAN SHAW.

SHE IS LIKE THE FEDERAL YOU. (Shaw) IF OUR KILLER IS OBSESSED WITH NIKKI HEAT,

THEN SO ARE WE. SO HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN SLEEPING TOGETHER?

EXCUSE ME? I AM NOT GOING TO LEAVE YOU ALONE.

WHY DON'T YOU TWO ESCORT THE BODY TO THE MORGUE?

ONCE YOU'RE DRESSED, OF COURSE.

(Lanie) "B-U-R"--

"BURN." NIKKI WILL BURN.

Somebody always has to die, Nikki. (Castle) IF THE MAN IN THE WINDOW...

(gunshot) WAS BEN CONRAD, HE WOULD'VE SHOT HIMSELF ON THE LEFT SIDE.

BEN'S NOT OUR KILLER. BECKETT. (cell phone rings)

(beeps) WHAT, CASTLE?

IT WASN'T BEN CONRAD. HE'S NOT THE KILLER!

The killer's still alive! The killer's still alive!

(three beeps sound) (male voice) GOOD-BYE, NIKKI.

Good-bye, Nikki. KATE!

(debris clatters)

(Castle) KATE, ARE YOU IN THERE?!

(bangs on door) KATE!

(bangs)

OUCH.

OW! (grunts)

KATE?

KATE!

(debris clattering)

(coughing)

KATE?

(coughing)

KATE. KATE.

(coughing continues)

YOU'RE ALIVE.

WHOA. AND YOU'RE NAKED.

CASTLE, TURN AROUND!

(coughs)

YOU KNOW, YOUR APARTMENT IS ON FIRE.

NOW MIGHT NOT BE THE BEST TIME FOR MODESTY.

CASTLE, HAND ME A TOWEL.

YOUR TOWELS ARE ON FIRE. WELL, WHAT ABOUT THE BATHROBE?

THE... DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO WEAR THAT'S NONFLAMMABLE?

CASTLE. SORRY.

GIVE ME YOUR JACKET.

(whispers) OKAY, OKAY.

DON'T LOOK. (normal voice) I'M NOT.

DON'T LOOK. I'M NO-NOT LOOKING.

OKAY.

MM.

ALL RIGHT? YEAH.

OKAY.

I DOVE INTO THE TUB JUST AS IT BLEW.

OKAY.

CAN YOU WALK?

UGH. YEAH, JUST... A LITTLE BANGED UP.

OKAY. COME ON. NICE AND EASY.

YEAH. NICE AND EASY.

(grunts) ARE YOU IN ANY PAIN?

WELL, NOT NEARLY AS MUCH AS YOU. (sirens wailing)

IT'S KILLING YOU, ISN'T IT? WHAT?

(wailing continues) HAVING TO WAIT THIS LONG TO TELL ME

HOW YOU BANGED DOWN THE DOOR. YOU WANT ME TO START FROM THE BEGINNING?

(helicopter blades whirring)

(sirens wailing)

FBI. RIGHT OVER THERE.

(police radio chatter)

BECKETT. HOW YOU DOING?

YEAH, I'M FINE. WHAT'D YOU SEE WHEN YOU CAME HOME?

THE, UH, THE DOORS WERE LOCKED LIKE I LEFT THEM,

THE WINDOWS WERE SHUT AND... I DON'T KNOW.

NOTHING SEEMED OUT OF PLACE. BUT I DON'T KNOW,

YOU KNOW, 'CAUSE I THOUGHT THE CASE WAS DONE. IT'S NOT, BUT YOU ARE.

WHAT?

TILL WE FIND THE RIGHT GUY.

WAIT. THIS IS MY APARTMENT.

OKAY? MY LIFE AND MY CASE.

OKAY, FINE.

MY RULES.

YOU DO WHAT I SAY WHEN I SAY

AND HOW I SAY IT.

AND THERE WILL BE A SECURITY DETAIL ON YOU AT ALL TIMES.

FINE. GOOD.

FIRE'S OUT. YOU CAN HEAD UP NOW IF YOU WANT.

(siren wails)

(camera shutter clicking) (man) ...CONSISTENT WITH THAT PATTERN.

(siren wailing)

(man) CHECKING FOR A SECONDARY DEVICES RIGHT NOW.

(police radio chatter)

DID ANYBODY FIND MY FATHER'S WATCH?

IT'S NOT IN THE HALL. THE DAMAGE ISN'T AS BAD IN YOUR BEDROOM.

BUT YOUR CLOTHES DO SMELL LIKE SMOKE AND EXPLOSIVES.

DOES ANYONE KNOW IF INSURANCE PAYS FOR DRY CLEANING?

I'VE GOT THE BLAST SEAT HERE. (camera shutter clicks)

WELL, IT HAD TO HAVE BEEN A SMALL DEVICE,

OTHERWISE I WOULD'VE SEEN IT. THE LAB WILL HAVE THE BREAKDOWN BY MORNING,

BUT THAT'S CYCLONITE.

SAME THING WE FOUND IN BEN CONRAD'S APARTMENT.

SO WHAT TIPPED YOU?

IT WASN'T ME. IT WAS CASTLE.

UH, WELL, OUR SUPPOSED KILLER, BEN CONRAD,

SHOT HIMSELF WITH HIS RIGHT HAND,

YET THE MAN THAT DETECTIVE BECKETT AND I

SAW IN THE WINDOW WAS HOLDING THE GUN IN HIS LEFT HAND.

THE SHOT WENT OFF JUST AS SOON AS HE STEPPED OUT OF VIEW.

HE WOULDN'T HAVE-- COULDN'T HAVE--HAD TIME

TO SWITCH HANDS THAT FAST.

OUR REAL KILLER SHOT BEN CONRAD, PLACED THE GUN IN HIS HAND,

MAKING IT LOOK LIKE A SUICIDE. WE WERE OUTSIDE THE DOOR. WE HEARD THE SHOT.

GO! (agents) FBI!

THERE'S NO WAY ELSE OUT OF THAT APARTMENT.

SO IF BEN CONRAD DIDN'T KILL HIMSELF... THEN OUR KILLER WAS IN THE APARTMENT THE WHOLE TIME.

HOW THE HELL DID WE MISS HIM? (Castle) LET'S GO FIND OUT.

(knocking on walls)

YOU GUYS.

TAKE A LOOK IN HERE.

I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING.

(Castle) WHAT HAVE YOU GOT?

(grunts) MAYBE HIS HIDING PLACE.

WHOA.

DISCARDED CLOTHING.

(Shaw) THE EXACT SAME OUTFIT

CONRAD WAS WEARING WHEN WE FOUND HIM.

(Beckett) RIGHT DOWN TO A FAKE BEARD TO MATCH CONRAD'S.

THE KILLER WANTED US TO THINK HE WAS CONRAD.

THAT'S WHY THE MAN THAT I SAW IN THE WINDOW,

THE ONE FROM OUR EYEWITNESS ACCOUNTS,

LED US STRAIGHT TO BEN. WHICH MEANS THE REAL BEN CONRAD

WAS BEING HELD HOSTAGE IN HIS OWN APARTMENT

THE ENTIRE CASE.

HE MUST HAVE BEEN BOUND AND DUCT-TAPED,

WITH NO IDEA THAT HE WAS BEING BLAMED FOR THREE MURDERS.

EACH OF OUR VICTIMS WAS CAREFULLY SELECTED

FOR THEIR CONNECTION TO BEN CONRAD,

MAKING HIM THE PERFECT PATSY.

THE KILLER'S A CHAMELEON,

CHANGING HIS IDENTITY TO GET CLOSE TO THE VICTIMS.

HE BECOMES BEN CONRAD, HE BECOMES INVISIBLE.

NOBODY'S LOOKING FOR HIM. AND THEN WE COME HERE,

AND WE FIND EXACTLY WHAT WE EXPECT TO FIND--

OUR SUSPECT DEAD ON THE GROUND-- CASE CLOSED.

MEANWHILE, OUR KILLER WAS RIGHT HERE,

HIDDEN IN THIS SECRET ROOM.

HE WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME, AND WE MISSED HIM.

(cell phone ringing)

(Shaw) I'LL GET THE EVIDENCE TEAM DOWN HERE,

SEE WHAT THEY CAN FIND. BECKETT.

(man) You are supposed to be dead.

I'M SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU.

(cell phone beeps) It was supposed to be over, Nikki.

It was supposed to be done.

But now... now I have to keep going. (woman) No! No!

(three gunshots)

♪♪

HE USED HER CELL PHONE

AND THEN HE LEFT IT ON SO WE COULD TRACE IT.

GLORIA RODRIGUEZ.

THIS IS HER I.D. BADGE FROM A HOTEL IN MIDTOWN.

PROBABLY ON HER WAY HOME FROM WORK. HUH. FOUND A SLUG.

LETTER ETCHING?

(police radio chatter) NO, IT LOOKS CLEAN.

THE OTHER MURDERS WERE PLANNED.

THIS ONE WAS DONE OUT OF ANGER,

WANTING TO BE IN CONTROL. ALL BECAUSE I LIVED.

YOU CAN'T BLAME YOURSELF FOR THAT.

HOW DID HE KNOW YOU LIVED?

(police radio chatter)

HE WAS WATCHING...

AT THE AFTERMATH.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS GUY'S PROFILE

TELLS ME HE WAS WATCHING AT THE OTHER CRIME SCENES.

YEAH, BUT THE FIRST THING WE DID WAS COMPARE CRIME SCENE PHOTOS.

YEAH, I KNOW. WE RAN THEM THROUGH FACIAL RECOGNITION.

BUT HE WAS THERE. I KNOW HE WAS THERE. HE WOULDN'T BE IN THE CROWD.

HE'D KNOW THAT'S WHERE WE'D LOOK.

(sirens wailing) NO, HE HIDES IN PLAIN SIGHT. HE'S A CHAMELEON.

WE DIDN'T SEE HIM IN THE CROWD...

BECAUSE HE WAS DRESSED AS ONE OF US.

(Shaw) SAME COP, 30 PHOTOS,

NOT ONE OF THEM HAS A CLEAR SHOT OF HIS FACE.

THAT IS NOT A COINCIDENCE.

HE KNEW WHERE THE CAMERA WAS. HE KNOWS OUR PLAYBOOK.

I'M GONNA GET RYAN AND ESPOSITO TO CANVASS THE OTHER UNIFORMS.

MAYBE THEY CAN GET A DESCRIPTION. NOT THAT IT'LL DO ANY GOOD.

THE LAST SKETCH WE GOT OF THIS GUY,

HE LOOKED LIKE BEN CONRAD. OKAY, DO YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA?

'CAUSE I AM ALL OUT.

AND IF WE DON'T CATCH HIM SOON, HE'S GONNA KILL AGAIN. YOU CAN'T TAKE THIS PERSONALLY.

THE HELL I CAN'T. HE JUST BLEW UP MY APARTMENT.

I THINK THAT'S PRETTY DAMN PERSONAL.

DO YOU KNOW HOW THEY CAUGHT SON OF SAM? A P-PARKING TICKET.

BERKOWITZ PARKED TOO CLOSE TO A FIRE HYDRANT.

ALL WE NEED TO FIND IS OUR PARKING TICKET,

AND WE CATCH THIS SON OF A BITCH.

AS SMART AS HE IS, HE'S GOT A FATAL FLAW--HUBRIS.

IT'S NOT ENOUGH FOR HIM TO BE SMART. HE WANTS US TO KNOW IT.

HE WANTS US TO KNOW HE FOOLED US.

ALL OF HIS FIRST VICTIMS...

THE PERSONAL INJURY LAWYER,

THE DOG WALKER, THE TAXIDERMIST,

THEY ALL LINK BACK TO THE DEATH OF BEN CONRAD'S DOG.

HOW COULD OUR KILLER

HAVE KNOWN ALL THE PLAYERS IN SOMEONE ELSE'S LIFE?

HE MUST HAVE KNOWN BEN CONRAD.

SO THAT'S WHERE WE START.

WE TREAT BEN CONRAD

AS THE FIRST VICTIM IN THIS CASE.

AND THEN WE FIND OUT WHERE HE INTERSECTED WITH OUR KILLER.

(man) THE EXACT CAUSE OF LAST NIGHT'S EXPLOSION

IN GREENWICH VILLAGE... DAD!

HEY. HEY. OH! HEY. AW, I'M ALL RIGHT.

I'M ALL RIGHT. WHERE'S DETECTIVE BECKETT?

AT THE PRECINCT.

(exhales) I CAN'T IMAGINE HOW SHE SURVIVED THAT EXPLOSION.

WHERE WAS SHE WHEN IT WENT OFF?

SHE WAS THERE. SHE, UH... JUMPED INTO THE BATHTUB.

THE BATHROOM DOOR AND THE CAST-IRON TUB

PROTECTED HER FROM THE BLAST. OH! (blows air)

DAD, WHY IS THAT PERSON GOING AFTER DETECTIVE BECKETT?

WELL, AT THE MOMENT, ALL WE HAVE IS A THEORY.

BUT--BUT WE KNOW MORE NOW, AND WE HAVE A STRATEGY.

DO YOU THINK HE'LL COME AFTER YOU?

OH, SWEETHEART. I'M GONNA BE FINE.

YOU ARE STUCK WITH ME FOR A LONG, LONG TIME. YOU KNOW, I'M SUPPOSED TO MOVE OUT TODAY.

I THINK I SHOULD STAY HERE WITH ALEXIS. WELL, THERE'S NO NEED.

MONTGOMERY HAS SOMEONE KEEPING AN EAGLE EYE ON OUR BUILDING.

BUT ALL THE SAME, WE SHOULD BE ON THE ALERT.

(sniffs) I NEED TO GO CHANGE...

(grunts) AND GO BACK AND HELP.

SEE?

HE'S OKAY.

(man) NO, I APPRECIATE THE INFORMATION.

HEY.

HEY.

WHERE IS EVERYBODY?

RYAN AND ESPOSITO ARE TALKING TO CONRAD'S SISTER,

AND... AGENT SHAW IS BRIEFING THE MAYOR.

OH. I'M SURE HE'LL BE LESS THAN THRILLED

TO LEARN THAT CONRAD IS JUST ANOTHER VICTIM. HMM.

NOTHING LIKE THE THREAT

OF BEING MURDERED BY A SERIAL KILLER

TO STIFLE TOURISM. YEAH, AND IT DOESN'T HELP THAT EVERYONE IN THE CITY

THINKS THAT WE CAUGHT THE GUY.

SPEAKING OF BEN CONRAD, WHAT HAVE YOU FOUND OUT?

34 YEARS OLD, NEVER MARRIED--

I'M GOING OUT ON A LIMB HERE SAYING,

JUDGING FROM HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS DOG, MR. BUMPKINS,

HE DIDN'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. YEAH, WELL, OTHER THAN THE PEOPLE

THAT WE'VE ALREADY RUN DOWN FROM THE DOG PARK,

HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE FRIENDS. THE MAN STUFFED HIS DOG.

WELL, CONRAD'S SISTER CONFIRMS THAT HE WAS A LONER.

TOLD HER THAT WHEN HE LOST HIS JOB A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO

THAT HE SPENT HIS DAYS E-MAILING RéSUMéS

AT COFFEE SHOPS THAT OFFER FREE INTERNET. AND OTHER THAN BUMPKINS,

HIS ONLY OTHER JOY IN LIFE WAS THE KNICKS. POOR GUY.

JORDAN SAID THE PROFILE INDICATED THAT

THE KILLER HUNTED CONRAD. IF HE WASN'T A FRIEND,

THEN HE MUST HAVE MET UP WITH HIM SOMEWHERE

WHERE PEOPLE STRIKE UP A CASUAL CONVERSATION. WE FIGURE IF HE CAMPED OUT

WITH HIS LAPTOP AT A COFFEE SHOP, OUR KILLER

COULD'VE SAT DOWN NEXT TO HIM, AND THEY GOT TO TALKING. HIS SISTER SAID THAT HE WAS A KNICKS FAN?

WHAT'S MISSING FROM THESE PICTURES?

GOOD TASTE. AREA RUG.

(Ryan) DECENT LIGHTING.

A TV, WHICH MEANS HE WOULD HAVE TO WALK TO A LOCAL BAR

IN ORDER TO WATCH THE GAMES. YEAH, IF YOU'RE A KNICKS FAN,

YOU GOTTA SHARE YOUR PAIN WITH SOMEBODY. TRUE.

OKAY, YOU TWO TAKE ALL OF THE COFFEE SHOPS

WITHIN A 5-BLOCK RADIUS OF CONRAD'S APARTMENT.

SEE IF ANYONE REMEMBERS HIM TALKING TO A CUSTOMER.

CASTLE AND I WILL TAKE THE BARS. AND IF YOU KEEP QUOTING JORDAN,

I AM GOING TO TURN THE RADIO WAY UP. (singsongy) JEALOUS.

(snickers)

(The Genders) ♪ AND I SAID, HEY, BABY ♪

YOU KNOW, PUB CRAWLS ARE SUPPOSED TO GREET YOU

WITH A SMILE AND A SHOT OF JAGER,

NOT, "NO, WE'VE NEVER SEEN THE GUY BEFORE. KEEP MOVING."

THIS IS BEGINNING TO FEEL POINTLESS.

BUCK UP, CASTLE.

I GOT A FEELING THIS PLACE IS DIFFERENT.

♪ LET'S PRETEND ♪

♪ LET'S PRETEND ♪

(Beckett) IT'S STILL AN ONGOING INVESTIGATION.

SO WE'RE GONNA NEED YOU TO TAKE THAT BANNER DOWN.

I WAS JUST TRYING TO WORK AN ANGLE.

YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND WHAT IT'S LIKE

BEING A WOMAN IN A MAN'S WORLD.

UH, DID BEN CONRAD EVER TALK TO YOU

ABOUT THE RECENT DEATH OF HIS DOG? SURE.

HE LOVED TO FLAP HIS GUMS TO ME ABOUT THAT LITTLE DROPKICK.

ONE TIME, HE CRIED. WELL, WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER CUSTOMERS,

HE EVER TALK TO THEM? HE MOSTLY DRANK ALONE AND WATCHED THE GAMES.

THOUGH A COUPLE OF WEEKS AGO,

HE DID STRIKE IT UP WITH SOME GUY. CAN YOU DESCRIBE HIM?

AVERAGE LOOKING, A BIT OFF, LIKE CONRAD.

THEY SAT AT THAT HIGH TOP OVER THERE.

I FIGURED, HEY, BIRDS OF A FEATHER.

THIS OTHER GUY, DID HE EVER PAY WITH A CREDIT CARD?

THE ONLY TIME HE EVER SAID TWO WORDS TO ME

WAS THE OTHER WEEK WHEN HE ASKED ME TO CALL HIM A CAB. DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN?

I REMEMBER EXACTLY WHEN-- THE KNICKS WERE IN OVERTIME,

AND I MISSED THE END WHILE I WAS ON HOLD. THANKS.

CAB COMPANY SAID THAT THEY SENT A TAXI THERE

10:45, THE NIGHT OF THE KNICKS GAME.

YOU GOT THE DROP-OFF POINT?

YEAH. WEST VILLAGE, CORNER OF VARICK AND DOWNING.

HOME? YOU KNOW, I BET ABOUT 50,000 PEOPLE

LIVE WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE OF THAT CORNER.

WE COULD CANVASS LOCAL BUSINESSES.

FOR AN AVERAGE-LOOKING WHITE GUY?

I MEAN, WE CAN'T EVEN BE SURE WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE.

LOOKS AREN'T THE ONLY METHOD WE HAVE

TO IDENTIFY HIM.

WE ALSO HAVE BEHAVIOR. YOU THINK YOU CAN IDENTIFY HIM THROUGH BEHAVIOR?

WELL, ORIGINALLY, HIS BEHAVIOR SEEMED INCONSISTENT,

BUT THAT WAS BECAUSE HE WAS PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE.

WE KNOW A LOT MORE NOW.

HE IS A SHOW-OFF,

A GAME PLAYER WITH AN EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH I.Q.

BUT IT'S NOT ENOUGH TO BE SMART.

HE ALSO HAS A PATHOLOGICAL NEED TO VALIDATE IT,

WHICH TELLS ME THAT HE PROBABLY BELONGS TO AN ORGANIZATION

LIKE MENSA OR PROMETHEUS.

HE IS A CHAMELEON.

SO WE CAN ASSUME

THAT HE IS LIVING UNDER A STOLEN IDENTITY.

AND HE IS... LITERATE.

HE HAS ALREADY SHOWN CERTAIN DISPOSITIONS

IN HIS FASCINATION WITH NIKKI HEAT.

SO WE'VE DRAWN UP A LIST OF PERIODICALS AND MAGAZINES

THAT HE LIKELY SUBSCRIBES TO.

I GET HALF OF THESE.

YES, AND YOU ALSO KILL PEOPLE FOR A LIVING.

IN YOUR BOOKS.

THIS IS A PRETTY WIDE NET.

SO IS VARICK AND DOWNING

AND SO ARE MEMBERSHIPS IN HIGH-I.Q. SOCIETIES.

BUT PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER, AND SOMETIMES WE GET LUCKY.

YOU MEAN LIKE BERKOWITZ'S PARKING TICKET? OH, IT'S NOT ALWAYS THAT NEAT.

YOU JUST KEEP ADDING PIECES OF THE PUZZLE

UNTIL A PICTURE EMERGES.

(Avery) WE COLLATED SUBSCRIPTION INFORMATION

FROM THE PROFILED PERIODICALS

AS WELL AS MEMBER LISTS FROM THE HIGH-I.Q. ORGANIZATIONS

WITHIN A 1-MILE RADIUS OF THE VARICK AND DOWNING AREA.

(computer beeps) WE GOT 17 HITS.

RUN THE NAMES THROUGH OUR DATABASE.

MOST SERIALS HAVE SOME KIND OF INDICATION

OF VIOLENT BEHAVIOR--

CRIMINAL OR PSYCHIATRIC RECORDS. (beep)

NEGATIVE FOR ANY MATCHES. ALL RIGHT. WELL, AT LEAST WE GAVE IT A SHOT.

I'LL HAVE OUR TEAMS INTERVIEW THESE GUYS-- HUH.

"HUH" WHAT?

THIS ONE HERE-- CHRIS DOHERTY.

WE'VE GOT A RECENT DRIVER'S LICENSE,

BUT ACCORDING TO HIS SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER,

CHRIS DOHERTY DIED SIX YEARS AGO.

HIS LIVING UNDER A STOLEN IDENTITY.

(Shaw) SO DOES IT SAY WHERE OUR DEAD GUY SUPPOSEDLY LIVED?

(Avery) HIS ADDRESS PUTS HIM HALF A BLOCK

FROM DOWNING AND VARICK. OKAY. NOW I'M OFFICIALLY IMPRESSED.

DON'T BE. NOT UNTIL HE'S IN OUR CUSTODY.

LET'S ROLL.

(whirs)

(crash) (man) GO! GO! GO!

(man) BATHROOM'S CLEAR. (man) BEDROOM'S CLEAR.

ALL CLEAR.

(man speaks indistinctly)

(static and distorted audio)

(static and distorted audio)

(static and distorted audio continue)

(Beckett) HE'S DONE THIS BEFORE.

HEY, I SIGNED THIS.

"TO SCOTT, WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW."

SCOTT? DO YOU REMEMBER HIM?

NO, BUT I SIGN HUNDREDS OF BOOKS.

HIS MANIFESTO?

HIS MANUSCRIPT. "DEAD HEAT"?

"HEAT EXAMINED THE BULLETS,

"EACH OF THEM PERFECTLY ENGRAVED WITH A LETTER.

"SHE REARRANGED THEM LIKE SCRABBLE TILES

UNTIL THEY SPELLED HER NAME."

A BOOK? ALL OF THIS OVER A DAMN BOOK.

HE WAS WRITING ABOUT HIS MURDERS LONG BEFORE NIKKI HEAT.

"NIGHT TERRORS."

LOOKS LIKE IT'S ABOUT KILLING PROSTITUTES IN SEATTLE.

I REMEMBER THAT CASE.

I THOUGHT THEY CAUGHT THAT GUY.

NOT SO MUCH CAUGHT AS FOUND DEAD.

HE HANGED HIMSELF.

ANOTHER PATSY JUST LIKE BEN CONRAD.

HE GETS AWAY WITH MURDER.

WHY WOULD HE WRITE ABOUT IT? WHY RISK IT?

WRITING IS PROBABLY A SYMPTOM OF HIS PSYCHOSIS,

LIKE TAKING A TROPHY.

HE BOTH MEMORIALIZES THE DEED

AND DISTANCES HIMSELF FROM IT BY TURNING FACT INTO FICTION.

AND THEN ALONG COMES NIKKI HEAT...

TAILOR-MADE FOR HIS PSYCHOSIS--

ONE PART FACT,

ONE PART FICTION,

JUST LIKE HIM.

WHO BETTER FOR HIM TO CHALLENGE?

HE MUST'VE KNOWN, BY GOING AFTER BECKETT,

WE'D REALIZE BEN WASN'T THE KILLER.

WHY TIP HIS HAND? IT'S PART OF THE THRILL.

HE NEEDED TO ESCALATE IN ORDER TO FEEL ALIVE.

OR... HE'S A PSYCHOTIC, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE

AND HAS ALREADY DECIDED HOW IT HAS TO END.

AGENT SHAW, WE DUSTED FOR PRINTS TRYING TO GET AN I.D.

PROBLEM IS, THERE AREN'T ANY. (Beckett) THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE.

YOU CAN'T LIVE IN A PLACE WITHOUT LEAVING PRINTS.

UNLESS HE DOESN'T HAVE ANY. HE LIKES TO PLAY WITH FIRE.

MAYBE HE BURNED THEM OFF. WELL, WITHOUT PRINTS, WE CAN'T GET AN I.D.

WE DON'T NEED AN I.D. PUT THIS BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT.

LET'S UN-ASS THIS PLACE RIGHT NOW.

HE'S GOTTA COME BACK SOMETIME.

(Avery) Agent Shaw,

my surveillance team is moving into position now.

COPY THAT. STANDING BY.

(Avery) Be advised,

OUR SUBJECT IS A WHITE MALE, 6'2", APPROXIMATELY 200 POUNDS.

PROFILE SUGGESTS HE'S STUDIED OUR TACTICS

and has prepared for contingencies,

so communicate, people.

If he shows, no one,

I repeat, no one is to make a move

until Agent Shaw gives the order.

MAN, IT'S ALL HERE-- THE ENGRAVED BULLETS,

THE CAT-AND-MOUSE PHONE CALLS, THE CIPHER.

ONLY IT'S--IT'S NIKKI HEAT INVESTIGATING,

AND SHE'S ALWAYS ONE STEP BEHIND HIM. TILL NOW.

CASTLE, WHAT PART OF "UN-ASS" DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?

ALL OF IT.

FOR FUTURE REFERENCE, IT MEANS,

"GET THE HELL OUT AND DON'T TAKE ANYTHING."

"UN-ASS." NICE. (whispers) "UN-ASS."

IS HE ALWAYS LIKE THIS?

CASTLE HAS THE ATTENTION SPAN OF A COCKER SPANIEL.

MM. AND THE LOYALTY...

THE WAY HE FOLLOWS YOU AROUND.

FROM WHAT I'VE OBSERVED,

THIS UNORTHODOX PARTNERSHIP...

WORKS WELL FOR YOU.

FOR NOW.

IS IT ENOUGH?

IS IT ENOUGH FOR YOU TO HOP ON A LEARJET

SIX TIMES A YEAR,

CATCHING SERIAL KILLERS ACROSS THE COUNTRY?

I'D BE LYING IF I SAID IT WAS EASY.

HOW DO YOU MANAGE?

YOU MISS A FEW BIRTHDAYS

AND YOU MAKE A LOT OF PHONE CALLS.

(police radio chatter)

MY HUSBAND TUCKS HER IN EVERY NIGHT,

TELLS HER THAT MOMMY'S OFF SLAYING DRAGONS.

THE TRICK TO THIS KIND OF OPERATION

IS HAVING ENOUGH PERSONNEL IN PLAY

TO TAKE THE TARGET DOWN,

BUT NOT SO MANY THAT HE CAN SMELL A TRAP,

WHICH IS WHY WE HAVE TO GET OUR PEOPLE TO GO DOWNWIND.

AVERY, TELL OUR GUY ON THE ROOF

TO FIND ANOTHER SPOT.

I CAN SEE HIM FROM THE STREET. Say again?

THE GUY ON THE ROOF, SOUTHEAST CORNER.

The one with binocs. WE DON'T HAVE ANYBODY UP THERE.

IT'S HIM.

ALL UNITS, BE ADVISED, WE HAVE CONTACT.

Southeast corner of Bedford and Downing.

Subject is on the roof.

WE'RE BLOWN. WE'RE BLOWN.

All units, go hot now.

(man) I repeat. Subject is not in sight.

STAY IN THE VAN. YOU'RE THE TARGET.

(scoffs)

NOW YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE FOR ME.

(police radio chatter)

TAKE IT.

(man) ...team, seal off the west side.

THAT'S HIM. HE MUST HAVE JUMPED THE ROOFTOPS.

HE'S GETTING AWAY.

BECKETT, WAIT!

(grunts) OW.

(pants)

(grunting)

I SAID I--OH.

PARDON ME.

(baby crying)

(crying echoes)

NYPD! ON THE GROUND, NOW!

(Beckett) GET DOWN! (grunting)

(horns honks, objects clatter) OH!

STOP!

STOP! POLICE!

OH! WHOA!

(people shout indistinctly)

(person speaking indistinctly over p.a.)

(grunts) OH!

(crowd gasps) (man) WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

(person speaking indistinctly over p.a.)

(horn honks)

(man) HEY!

WATCH IT, WATCH IT, WATCH IT!

(grunting and yelling)

(man) PLEASE STAND CLEAR OF THE CLOSING DOORS.

(door closing alert chimes) (man) ARE YOU CRAZY?!

(horn honks)

FREEZE IMAGE.

(keyboard keys click, computer beeps)

ZOOM IN.

(beeps)

RUN IT.

(Avery) RUNNING FACIAL RECOGNITION.

(beeping)

SCOTT DUNN.

BUSTED, YOU SMUG JACKHOLE.

(Avery) FOSTER CHILD, SEALED JUVIE RECORD,

3-YEAR STINT IN A BAY AREA PSYCHIATRIC INSTITUTE

AND A SINGLE ARSON CONVICTION. WHERE HE BURNS HIS HANDS IN A FIRE.

HE HIT ALL THE CLICHES.

LAST SEEN FEBRUARY 15, 2004.

SIX YEARS AGO, HE SIMPLY DISAPPEARS.

I WANT EVERY BIT OF RESEARCH YOU HAVE ON THIS GUY

ON MY DESK, HALF AN HOUR.

YOU KNOW, I'LL HAVE MY GUYS CONTACT DUNN'S FAMILY

IN CASE HE REACHES OUT. YOU'RE OUT.

I'M SORRY. WHAT? I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN THE VAN.

I JUST BROKE THIS CASE. I NEED PEOPLE BACKING ME I CAN TRUST.

WHOA. HOLD ON-- SORRY, DETECTIVE. YOU'RE OFF THE CASE.

(Montgomery) SHE'S GOT JURISDICTION, BECKETT.

THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO.

SIR, THIS IS MY CASE. HE'S COMING AFTER ME.

LIKE IT OR NOT, I'M ALREADY ON THE FRONT LINE.

YOU AND CASTLE FOUND HIM. THAT'S THE HARD PART.

THEY'VE FROZEN HIS FINANCIALS. THEY'VE ALERTED T.S.A.

HIS FACE IS ALL OVER THE NEWS. WE'VE GOT HIM CORNERED. AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TAUGHT ME

THAT WHEN YOU HAVE AN ANIMAL CORNERED,

THAT THAT'S WHEN THEY'RE THE MOST UNPREDICTABLE. YES, AND THAT'S ALSO WHEN THEY MAKE MISTAKES.

HE DOES SOMETHING STUPID, AND WE WILL TAKE HIM DOWN.

AND YOU BEEN RUNNING FLAT OUT FOR DAYS.

YOU NEED TO GO HOME AND GET SOME SLEEP. SIR, I DON'T HAVE A HOME.

YES, YOU DO. IT'S A SECURED BUILDING

WITH AN EXTRA BEDROOM, WITH PEOPLE WHO CARE ABOUT YOU,

WITH A FEDERAL DETAIL AT THE DOOR.

IT'S THE SAFEST PLACE IN THE CITY. THANK YOU, CASTLE, BUT I COULDN'T.

YOU CAN AND YOU WILL.

DETECTIVE, I TOOK THAT SECURITY OFF OF YOUR APARTMENT,

AND THAT GAVE HIM AN OPPORTUNITY TO GET TO YOU,

AND I'M NOT GONNA MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE TWICE.

CONSIDER IT AN ORDER.

(Beckett) WELL, WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT

THAT I WOULD BE HOMELESS AND CASELESS IN ONE DAY?

I KNOW I'M THE KING OF GOING ROGUE,

BUT YOU WERE RIGHT TO CHASE AFTER DUNN.

AND AGENT SHAW WAS RIGHT TO KICK ME OFF THE CASE.

I WOULD'VE DONE THE SAME THING IF I WAS IN HER SPOT.

I'M TOO CLOSE TO IT.

I'M SURE AFTER ALL THIS,

YOU'RE A LITTLE SORRY YOU LET ME FOLLOW YOU AROUND. NO, NOT THIS.

ALL THE OTHER ANNOYING THINGS THAT YOU DO, BUT NOT THIS. HMM.

HMM.

WHAT ABOUT YOU?

ARE YOU SORRY THAT YOU EVER WROTE "HEAT WAVE"?

THE WAY I LOOK AT IT NOW, IF IT WASN'T FOR NIKKI HEAT,

THIS GUY WOULD'VE JUST GONE ON KILLING BECAUSE

HE WOULDN'T HAVE MET ANYONE SMART ENOUGH TO CATCH HIM.

I'M SPEAKING, OF COURSE, ABOUT SPECIAL AGENT SHAW.

NIGHT, CASTLE.

GOOD NIGHT.

FIRST THING IN THE MORNING, I'LL CHECK YOUR HOMEWORK, OKAY?

IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GET SOME SLEEP.

(laughs)

OKAY.

AW, I LOVE YOU, TOO, SWEETIE.

GOOD NIGHT.

(cell phone beeps)

(car alarm chirps) (sighs)

(engine turns over)

(reverse indicator dings)

(gun clicks) (gasps)

(exhales) HELLO, JORDAN.

(sizzling)

(keys jangle)

(sighs)

MARTHA.

KATE.

I--I'M HERE ON ORDERS FROM THE FBI.

(chuckles) DARLING, I AM HARDLY THE ONE TO JUDGE.

I'M SORRY. I WOULDN'T IMPOSE, BUT MY PLACE IS--

ASHES. NO, I KNOW.

WELL, THAT EXPLAINS THE PAT DOWN

BY THE HUNKY GUY WITH THE EAR BUD.

I ASSUMED IT WAS RICHARD MAKING A DRAMATIC STATEMENT

ABOUT THE CONDITIONS FOR MY DROPPING BY UNANNOUNCED. MM.

I JUST WOKE UP, AND LITERALLY SMELLED THE COFFEE

AND THE BACON.

(chuckles) DROPPING BY TO RETURN YOUR KEY?

(chuckles) VERY FUNNY. VERY FUNNY.

NO, I AM LOOKING FOR MY AQUA GLOVES

BECAUSE THESE CLASH.

(smacks lips)

WELL, SHE COOKS. MM. MM.

ACTUALLY, MY MOM WAS AN AMAZING COOK.

SHE USED TO MAKE SUNDAY BRUNCH.

AND I WOULD GET THE CHOICE BETWEEN PANCAKES,

OMELETS, WAFFLES.

WOW, THAT'S FUNNY.

EVERY SUNDAY, MY MOM WOULD HAVE ME MAKE HER AN ICE PACK

AND A BLOODY MARY. (Beckett chuckles)

MM. DON'T LISTEN TO HIM.

THAT ONLY HAPPENED TWICE... TOPS. (laughing)

GRAM! THERE'S MY GIRL.

OH! OH, I MISSED YOU. I MISSED YOU.

CHACA-CHACA-CHACA.

YOU'D THINK IT WAS MONTHS. IT'S BEEN A DAY.

(cell phone rings) (chuckles) EXCUSE ME.

(rings and beeps)

BECKETT.

(whispers) HOT. HOT. HOT.

OKAY, I'LL BE RIGHT THERE. OOH-OOH. HEE-HEE.

CASTLE, THAT WAS AGENT AVERY.

JORDAN NEVER MADE IT HOME LAST NIGHT.

SHE LEFT THE PRECINCT JUST AFTER 9:00.

HUSBAND SAID SHE NEVER CAME HOME. WHAT ABOUT THE CAR?

STATIONARY AT THIS LOCATION

SINCE THE TRANSMITTER WAS ACTIVATED 20 MINUTES AGO.

OUR VEHICLE SECURITY TECH SAID THIS WAS HIS WAY IN.

SO HE WAS ALREADY IN THE CAR

WAITING FOR HER WHEN SHE GOT IN.

HER PURSE IS STILL IN HERE.

THERE'S NO BULLET HOLE.

MEDIUM VELOCITY SPATTER.

SO HE LEANS IN FROM BEHIND, SHE ELBOWS HIM IN THE NOSE,

HE RECOILS...

AND A BLOOD TRAIL FLIES FROM THAT DIRECTION.

SHE TOOK HER SHOT.

AND LEFT US SOME BREAD CRUMBS.

HERE'S ANOTHER ONE.

AND ANOTHER ONE HERE.

HIS NOSE IS STILL BLEEDING,

BUT HE HAS JORDAN AT GUNPOINT.

AND HE BRINGS HER TO HERE,

WHERE THERE'S A CAR WAITING. THERE'S TIRE TREADS.

(cell phone ringing) LET'S RUN DOWN REPORTS OF ALL STOLEN VEHICLES

FROM THE PAST 24 HOURS.

(rings and beeps)

BECKETT.

(Dunn) There's nothing like the bond between girlfriends,

is there, Nikki?

You must really miss her. WHERE IS SHE?

Safe for now. IF YOU HURT HER, I WILL--

Well, that all depends on you, doesn't it?

This is your story, Nikki, not hers.

She's just an extra.

The showdown only works if it's between you and me.

Come to the Battery Park ferry terminal

at midnight tonight, Nikki.

And come alone... or she dies.

HOW CAN I BE SURE SHE'S STILL ALIVE?

I'll send you an e-mail.

(chirps)

(beep)

(horns honking)

SAY HI TO YOUR FRIENDS, AGENT SHAW.

GO TO HELL, DUNN.

I DON'T CARE IF IT'S YOUR STORY, DETECTIVE,

I'M BRINGING HER BACK ALIVE.

IT'S NOT MY STORY. IT'S HIS.

AND IF AGENT SHAW WAS HERE, SHE'D SAY THE SAME THING.

WHATEVER HE'S GOT PLANNED, IT'S A TRAP. IF I DON'T SHOW UP, SHE DIES.

BUT IF YOU DO, YOU BOTH DIE.

WE NEED TO GET TO HIM BEFORE THE EXCHANGE. WE TRACED THE E-MAIL'S I.P. ADDRESS

TO AN INTERNET CAFé IN MIDTOWN.

NOT THAT IT HELPS US FIND HER.

THERE'S NO REFLECTIVE SURFACES

AND THE WINDOWS ARE ALL BLACKED OUT.

NOT ALL OF THEM. LOOK.

WHAT'S OUT THAT WINDOW?

AGENT AVERY, IF YOU DON'T MIND ME REJOINING THIS INVESTIGATION,

I SUGGEST WE TAKE THIS PARTY NEXT DOOR.

(Avery) ZOOM IN.

(beeping)

(Esposito) WHAT ARE THOSE, BUILDINGS?

BRIDGE TOWERS.

CALL UP ALL THE BRIDGES IN THE CITY,

SEE IF OUR PARTIAL VIEW FITS.

(clicks keyboard keys, computer chirps)

(Ryan) AH, THE WHITESTONE.

THAT MEANS WE'RE LOOKING SOUTH AND EAST. BUT WE STILL NEED ANOTHER COORDINATE

TO FIND HIM ON THE AXIS. PLAY THE AUDIO AGAIN,

BUT THIS TIME, WITHOUT THE VOICES.

(computer chirps) (horns honking, vehicles moving)

AND GET RID OF ALL THE TRAFFIC AS WELL. (rumbling)

THAT'S A SUBWAY,

AND NOT JUST ANY SUBWAY.

THOSE ARE ELEVATED TRACKS.

I'LL PULL UP THE SUBWAY MAP.

(keyboard keys click)

(computer chirps and beeps)

(chirp)

THAT'S THE I.R.T. PELHAM LINE.

WHAT'S THE STOP THAT INTERSECTS?

(clicks keyboard keys)

(computer chirps)

(Beckett) ZEREGA AVENUE STATION.

THAT'S YOUR OTHER COORDINATE.

CAN YOU USE IT

TO PLOT A PATHWAY BACK FROM THE OTHER BRIDGE?

(Avery) ALREADY ON IT.

GIVEN THE ANGLE AND INCLINATION OF THE VIEW OUT THE WINDOW,

THIS SHOULD TAKE US RIGHT TO WHERE HE'S HOLDING HER.

(Beckett) 1756 48th AVENUE, THE BRONX. GOT IT.

HAVE HOSTAGE RESCUE TEAM MEET US THERE.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(man) Alpha team in place. Standing by.

(Avery) THIS IS THE PLACE.

BUILDING'S SUPPOSED TO BE ABANDONED.

THERMAL CONFIRMS A HOT SPOT ON THE FOURTH FLOOR.

THAT'S WHERE HE'S HOLDING HER.

MY TEAM'S GONNA ENTER ON THIS BLIND SIDE OF THE BUILDING. THIS IS WRONG.

WHAT'S WRONG? I FEEL LIKE PRINCESS LEIA WHEN THE "MILLENNIUM FALCON"

ESCAPED THE "DEATH STAR"-- IT'S TOO EASY. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, "TOO EASY"?

I MEAN THE SNEAK PEEK OUT THE WINDOW, WAITING TO RECORD

THE MESSAGE JUST AS THE TRAIN WAS GOING BY. HE LED US HERE.

YOU REMEMBER HOW PERFECT EVERYTHING WAS WITH CONRAD? YEAH, I GOT THE TRAP MEMO, TOO.

BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M GONNA SIT ON MY ASS AND DO NOTHING.

THAT'S MY PARTNER UP THERE.

(man) Alpha team standing by.

SHE'LL BE DEAD THE MOMENT YOU BREACH THAT DOOR. THAT'S WHY WE'RE NOT GONNA BREACH.

HOSTAGE EXCHANGE GOES DOWN AT MIDNIGHT.

THAT MEANS HE HAS TO MOVE HER BEFORE THEN.

WE MOVE IN QUIETLY, TAKE POSITION...

AND THEN AS SOON AS DUNN COMES OUT... I'LL PUT HIM DOWN...

(gun slide clicks)

LIKE THE RABID DOG HE IS.

(man) Entry team's on the move. Go, go, go!

Convene at the south door.

Making entry on the south side.

(man) Be advised, sierra team

moving into the southeast corner.

(man) First floor clear.

(man) Omega team, we have position on the first floor.

(man) Approaching level two.

(man) Level two secure. Moving to three.

(man) We got two doors on the left.

Clear those doors.

(man) Approaching level four. (man) Stairwells are clear.

(beeping) (man) We have thermal images.

Two thermal images. Repeat. We have two thermal images.

(Castle) I DON'T KNOW HOW HE'S DOING IT, BUT HE'S NOT UP THERE.

AND WHAT ARE YOU BASING THAT ON?

I DON'T KNOW HOW I KNOW. I JUST... YOU JUST WHAT?

CASTLE, YOU AND I HAVE KNOWN EACH OTHER LONG ENOUGH

FOR ME TO KNOW THAT SOMETIMES YOUR SILLY THEORIES ARE RIGHT.

SO IF YOU HAVE A REASON TO BELIEVE THAT HE'S NOT UP THERE,

THEN YOU NEED TO TELL ME WHY, NOW.

JUST BECAUSE...

IT'S NOT HOW I WOULD WRITE IT.

WHAT HAPPENS IN YOUR VERSION?

HE LETS US THINK WE FOUND HIM TO LURE US HERE.

LETS THE FBI

CONVERGE ON THE BUILDING, ONLY HE'S NOT IN THERE.

WHERE IS HE? NEARBY, WATCHING. WATCHING IT ALL UNFOLD.

HE'S GOT SOMETHING PLANNED. IF IT WERE ME...

(man) Entry team, hold your position. (Castle) I'D WAIT UNTIL THEY ALL GOT INSIDE,

GOT SETTLED INTO POSITION... (beep)

AND THEN I'D BLOW THE BUILDING. (beep)

WHERE IS HE WATCHING FROM?

I DON'T KNOW. HE WANTS TO SHOW HE'S SMARTER THAN US.

SO HE'LL BE SOMEWHERE CLOSE BY AND OUT OF THE WAY.

(man) Sierra team holding. (Beckett) CASTLE...

IF IT WERE YOU,

WHERE WOULD YOU BE WATCHING FROM?

I WOULDN'T BE WATCHING FROM THIS BUILDING WHERE THEY ARE.

I'D BE WATCHING FROM HERE.

(man) All teams, hold position.

COME ON.

(police radio chatter)

(door opens)

(footsteps retreat)

(object clatters)

HERE.

YOU WANT ME TO HOLD IT WHILE YOU TIE YOUR SHOE?

NO, I WANT YOU TO TAKE IT, JUST IN CASE.

ALL RIGHT. LET'S GO. (gun slide clicks)

(click)

(Dunn) ALL YOUR HAPLESS FBI AGENTS...

GOING INTO THE WRONG BUILDING. (laughs)

(Dunn speaks indistinctly) (whispering) CASTLE, HE'S THERE.

I GOTTA BE HONEST WITH YOU, AGENT SHAW... I'M GONNA DRAW HIM AWAY.

YOU FREE AGENT SHAW AND GET SOME HELP.

CASTLE... YOU'RE MY ONLY BACKUP. (Dunn speaks indistinctly)

OKAY, GO.

(Dunn) DON'T WORRY, AGENT SHAW.

THE BLAST TRAVELS THOUSANDS OF FEET PER SECOND.

YOUR COLLEAGUES WON'T FEEL A THING.

I THOUGHT IT WAS ME YOU WERE AFTER.

NIKKI...

YOU CAME.

PUT YOUR HANDS UP, DUNN, OR I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN.

I'VE GOT A BETTER IDEA, NIKKI.

WHY DON'T YOU PUT YOUR GUN DOWN?

OR I'LL DETONATE THE 19 POUNDS OF CYCLONITE

THAT I HAVE IN THE BUILDING ACROSS THE STREET...

TURNING AGENT AVERY AND HIS ENTRY TEAM INTO MIST.

IF YOU SHOOT ME, NIKKI,

IT MIGHT CAUSE MY THUMB TO TENSE UP

AND PUSH THE BUTTON.

DO YOU REALLY WANT TO TAKE THAT CHANCE?

THEY'RE NOT IN THE BUILDING ANYMORE.

I ONLY SENT THEM IN THERE TO THROW YOU OFF.

YOU'RE LYING. (chuckles)

WHY WOULD THEY BE IN THERE

IF I KNEW THAT YOU WERE IN HERE?

FACE IT, DUNN. I BEAT YOU.

NIKKI HEAT WON.

NO.

NO! NO!

(Shaw grunts)

(Dunn pants) (gunshot)

(gunshot)

(rips) WHERE'S MY PEOPLE?

ACROSS THE STREET, SITTING ON 19 POUNDS OF CYCLONITE.

SHE WAS BLUFFING?! SHE WAS PROFILING.

GO HELP HER. HE COULD FLANK HER. GO! GO!

I'VE GOT THIS.

DUNN... GIVE IT UP.

NOBODY HAS TO DIE.

(thud)

(grunts)

(grunts) OH!

(grunts)

UGH!

AH!

(grunts)

OHH.

THAT'S HOW ALL MY STORIES END, WITH SOMEONE ELSE DEAD. OHH.

NO!

(gunshot) AH!

(grunting)

I BELIEVE THIS IS YOUR COLLAR.

OHH!

(Dunn pants)

THIS ISN'T OVER, HEAT.

IT'S NOT HEAT. (handcuffs click)

IT'S BECKETT.

(Dunn grunts)

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT...

SO SHUT THE HELL UP.

(handcuffs click)

THANK YOU.

DITTO.

(breathes heavily)

HELL OF A SHOT, CASTLE.

I WAS AIMING FOR HIS HEAD.

(elevator bell dings) (indistinct conversations)

HEY, WE'RE THINKING MAYBE YOU COULD TALK TO MONTGOMERY

ABOUT FINDING SOME ROOM IN THE BUDGET

FOR THOSE SMART BOARDS. SURE. WHILE THEY'RE AT IT, MAYBE THEY COULD BUY US BATMOBILES.

THAT'D BE COOL. YEAH.

OUR MURDER BOARDS ARE JUST FINE. FOR A CAVEMAN.

(Ryan) MM.

AGENT SHAW. I WAS JUST WRITING YOU A NOTE.

DUNN IS BEING TRANSPORTED TO THE TOMBS,

WHERE HE'LL ENJOY HIS STAY IN THE INTENSIVE MANAGEMENT UNIT

WITH THE STATE'S MOST DANGEROUS CRIMINALS.

WELL, HE'S GETTING HIS 15 MINUTES.

THAT'S WHAT HE WANTED THIS WHOLE TIME. YEAH, BUT IT'LL BE ON OUR TERMS.

I WANT YOU TO KNOW

THAT I LEARNED A LOT FROM YOU ON THIS ONE.

YOU DID MOST OF THE HEAVY LIFTING.

HONESTLY, THE THING THAT IMPRESSED ME MOST

IS THAT YOU CAME IN WITH CASTLE.

YOU KNOW, SOME PEOPLE WOULD CALL THAT FOOLISH. (Avery) I THINK DENZEL SHOULD PLAY ME IN THE MOVIE.

(Castle) URKEL. YOU MADE A TOUGH DECISION ON YOUR FEET,

USED THE RESOURCES AT HAND.

I'D SAY THAT'S HEROIC AND SOMEWHAT POETIC.

I THE END, DUNN DID ACTUALLY FACE NIKKI HEAT.

SHE IS, AFTER ALL, PART YOU, PART CASTLE.

(speaks inaudibly)

HE CARES ABOUT YOU, KATE.

YOU MAY NOT SEE IT. YOU MAY NOT BE READY TO.

BUT HE DOES.

YEAH, WELL, THE SITUATION WITH CASTLE IS... COMPLICATED.

AH.

(Castle) LADIES.

DETECTIVE BECKETT.

IT'S BEEN A PLEASURE.

WE'LL SEE YOU AROUND.

CASTLE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP.

YOU ARE A VALUABLE ASSET TO DETECTIVE BECKETT'S TEAM.

WELL, IT WOULD BE GREAT IF YOU WOULD CALL HER

AND REMIND HER OF THAT FROM TIME TO TIME. (chuckles)

(laughs)

WOW. WHAT'S THIS?

OPEN IT.

MY FATHER'S WATCH.

THANK YOU.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

I FOUND IT IN THE WRECKAGE, HAD IT FIXED.

I'VE GOT GOOD NEWS.

YEAH? I TALKED TO AVERY

ABOUT BUYING ONE OF THOSE INCREDIBLE FED-MOBILES--

WITHOUT THE WEAPONS, OF COURSE--

BUT I COULD STOCK IT WITH MY OWN GADGETS.

I COULD GET "WRITER" AIRBRUSHED ACROSS THE BACK WINDOW.

RYAN AND ESPOSITO HAVE A BETTER CAR THAN YOU DO.

I'M JUST--I'M EMBARRASSED TO HAVE CRIMINALS

IN THE BACK OF THAT THING, AND I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOUR SEAT,

BUT MINE'S GOT A SPRING THAT HITS ME IN THE--

(laughs) OH, RICHARD, DARLING, YOU'RE JUST IN TIME.

I MADE DINNER.

MOTHER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

WELL, WE'RE EATING.

YOU KNOW, SOMETHING FAMILIES DO A COUPLE OF TIMES A DAY.

HI, DAD.

HI. SO, UH, WHAT ABOUT CHET?

WELL, DARLING, I NEVER SAID

I WAS GOING TO BE CHAINED TO THE MAN'S SIDE.

BESIDES, MARTHA RODGERS IS A WOMAN OF MYSTERY.

AND IN ORDER TO MAINTAIN THAT,

I'M GOING TO HAVE TO... DIVIDE MY TIME ACCORDINGLY.

LIKE HAVING DUAL CITIZENSHIP. EXACTLY.

BESIDES, IT'S BETTER FOR MY RELATIONSHIP WITH CHET.

SO IF I HAVE TO EAT A FEW MEALS A WEEK

AND DO ALL OF MY LAUNDRY HERE... (sighs)

I'LL JUST HAVE TO, UM, MAKE THAT WORK. I THINK THAT SOUNDS LIKE A FINE PLAN.

HMM. WELL, I HOPE YOU'LL BE COMFORTABLE

SLEEPING IN THE HOME THEATER CHAIRS

I'M HAVING DELIVERED TO YOUR ROOM.

THEY DO RECLINE. AHH.