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.
I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?
Every writer needs inspiration. And I 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.
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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.
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?
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... 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.
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. I own a boat.
Your friends might tell--
I'm sorry. Do you guys mind
if we finish dealing with the dead guy on the carpet?
Beckett.
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.
Did, uh...
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...
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.
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I'm looking for Finn Rourke.
Is that right?
Well, as far as I'm concerned,
you and your wife there can keep looking.
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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--
come on now. I can't hear the game.
Tommy, a pint for the pretty boy, eh?
Settle his stomach.
Thanks.
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.
Oh!
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.
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.
Excuse me.
Beckett.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Tech's got some hits off of Coonan's phone.
Maybe they can shed some light.
- Thank you, Lanie. - Mm-hmm.
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.
What's an irish street thug doing
talking to the FBI?
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My program is idiot-proof.
Look at me. I never went to college.
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 the might be something--
Put it back.
Okay.
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.
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.
to Jay. Huh? If he's up in heaven now,
You can be sure he broke in when they was at Vespers.
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!
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Another.
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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.
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?
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.
And how do you know it's to a bus locker?
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 on 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.
No, this.
Heroin.
That was so cool just now.
You like that? Yeah, it was very "Miami Vice."
Mm-hmm.
Coonan wasn't going
to the feds 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.
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. 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.
ah. Yeah!
Who is ready to close escrow on a new life?
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--
Oh!
Ah! Ooh. Ugh.
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.
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.
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.
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?
Beckett?
Hey Lanie, what are you doing here?
Uh, it's about the Coonan case.
This is Dr. Clark Murray.
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.
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...
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.
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 wa 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.
Beckett.
Kate.
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...
bever 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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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 ve Johnny Vong.
The guy with the phony accent and the real estate scam?
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 myterious 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.
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 know what Rathborne looks like.
He shouldn't be too hard to spot.
Yeah, he'll be the one who's trying to kill you.
All right, let's go, everybody.
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.
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?
Forget it. You'll never touch 'em.
They'll bury you. Tell me who.
No. No. No! Sir!
I need him alive. That's right. You do need me.
Now back him off, or Castle dies.
Sir, back of please.
You know I can't do that.
Hey.
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.
Ugh! Ah!
? what were all those dreams we shared ?
Come on!
Come on.
? ...Many years ago ?
Stay with me.
Three. Four. Come on. Stay with me.
No. Come on. Stay with me.
One. Two.Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
? 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?
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 ?