So have you picked a place yet?
I'd love to do it at the Botanical Gardens,
but Chris thinks it's too expensive.
It's your wedding.
It's supposed to cost a fortune.
I know. You only get married once.
- Aah! Oh, my God! - Somebody call 9-1-1!
Help! Please.
Somebody, help! Help!
I'll call you later. Bye.
Who was that?
Personal business, Castle.
Really? Who is it? Inquiring minds want to know.
Yeah, well, if you must know, his name is Roger.
Roger.
Don't make fun.
Do you know what he has that few men have?
A Josh Groban CD? Uh, Hummel figurines?
No, not even close.
Roger has the most incredible resistance band.
A resistance band?
What is that? Is that what I think it is?
For strength training. He's my physical therapist.
Oh. Oh, I had no idea you were still going.
Yeah, for another few weeks, till I get 100%.
- Hey, good morning. - Morning.
So what do we got?
Victim's name is Sarah Vasquez.
She's a 28-year-old kindergarten teacher.
She and a classmate were leaving this yoga studio
when Sarah suddenly dropped.
Bullet wound straight to the heart.
Yeah, what's weird is, no one heard a shot
or saw a shooter.
Maybe the weapon was silenced.
Maybe it was a stray bullet.
Just read an article,
how a mailman in Portland was killed
when a bullet fired into the air
six blocks away fell back to earth.
This bullet didn't just drop from the sky
and hit Sarah Vasquez.
Angle's wrong.
It went through her from front to back,
not from up to down.
Can you tell us point of origin?
Not until I do a full exam.
Was yoga a regular thing for Sarah?
Tuesdays and Thursdays at 7:00 A.M.,
before school started.
Okay, let's look into enemies
- and anyone that knew she was here. - Right.
We just got engaged last month.
She was so excited about planning the wedding.
Chris, was there anyone that might have wanted to hurt Sarah?
No.
Maybe an old boyfriend who was upset about the wedding?
She didn't have anyone like that in her life.
Everyone loved Sarah.
Wait. She did mention something last night about a guy.
Someone she knew?
No. Uh...
she said she saw him a few days ago, outside the school.
And then Tuesday morning, she said
she thought she saw him when she got out of yoga.
Did she tell you what he looked like?
I-I-I can't remember. I...
Looks like Sarah's yoga routine was common knowledge.
She even posted about it on Facebook, joked that
she was gonna fit into that dress if it killed her.
Well, somebody was following her,
so let's talk to her friends and coworkers...
and see if they saw a strange man hanging around.
On it.
Beckett.
Lanie's got something.
You should get down here.
The bullet that killed Sarah Vasquez is a .308,
specifically a 168 Grain Sierra Matchking.
A rifle bullet.
It's a common ammunition favored by...
long-range shooters.
So she was shot from a distance?
Based on her wound and how deep it went into the door frame,
I'd say the bullet was fired
between 200 and 300 yards away.
200 yards?
Do we have any idea where from exactly?
We're canvassing.
Near as we can figure...
the shooter fired from one of these buildings,
somewhere between the 10th and 15th floor.
You guys, you don't have to avoid the word on my account.
- What word? - Sniper.
Even I noticed.
- We weren't avoiding anything. - It was her idea. She--
Look, guys, I'm a big girl.
So let's just cut to the chase. How good is this guy?
Well, he's as good as any of the shooter--snipers
in my unit.
He took out a moving target from a quarter of a mile away.
Did she feel it?
No. She died instantly.
So then I guess the question is,
why did our sniper target Sarah?
Any leads on the guy that she said was following her?
No one in her circle remembers seeing the guy,
and she didn't mention him to anyone but her fiance.
Maybe he didn't have anything to do with it.
What do you mean?
Well, usually we find our killers by knowing our victims,
finding a motive.
But what if there isn't one?
What if she was shot at random? How do we find him then?
Beckett's down!
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Victim is Henry Wyatt, 38-year-old attorney.
- Same shooter? - Looks that way.
Anyone, uh, see or hear anything?
Nada, just like before. He went for the head this time.
He's getting more confident.
Another victim, same time of day--
this could be the DC sniper all over again.
Lanie, is that the slug?
Yeah, it's all banged up from the concrete,
but it looks like the same caliber.
The angle of the entry's more extreme, though.
He shot Wyatt from higher up.
See something?
Beckett, you all right?
Yeah, I'm just, uh... I-I'm just trying to figure out
why these two victims and--and...
why shoot here?
The victims might be random, but the location isn't.
A pro recons his target beforehand.
If you're gonna kill something from a long distance,
it's not a point-and-shoot activity.
You factor in all the conditions, like range to target,
minute of arc, and...
windage.
What is it?
This flag...
is the perfect wind gauge.
That can't be a coincidence.
Okay, so if he hung that up there,
we might be able to get eyes on him.
We should canvass the area for security cameras--
We have a gunman
terrorizing this city-- 2 victims in 24 hours.
We don't know who he is or why he shot those folks.
Detective Ryan, what do we know about the second victim?
Henry Wyatt was a litigation partner at a law firm
two blocks from where he was shot,
and according to his secretary,
he liked to walk, which means there was
a predictable routine, just like Sarah Vasquez.
Which doesn't mean they were targeted.
After all, most New Yorkers follow routines.
Esposito...
have we learned where they were shot from?
We've got teams sweeping
buildings near both crime scenes,
and so far, we've come up empty.
We need to find our shooter...
You know, it's just a startle response.
- It could happen to anyone. - Yeah, well, I'm not anyone.
- No, I'm just sayin'. - Just don't.
Detective Beckett...
where are we on Henry Wyatt and Sarah Vasquez?
I'm sorry?
On links between the victims?
We're still checking, but they don't live
or work in the same area,
and it doesn't seem like they have anyone in common.
In fact, we haven't really found any connections
between the two of them yet.
Well, keep looking.
We know he has training, a specific skill set.
Now every branch in the military has snipers...
so do law enforcement agencies.
We're talking about close to
a thousand qualified shooters.
The fact is, everyone in this city is a potential target.
Let's get it done, people.
Wait. Where you going?
I-I just have to go do something.
Hey, Beckett,
canvass turned up a security camera
across from where the flag was hung.
Footage is on its way in right now.
Is she okay?
No. You don't understand.
I need to be okay.
That's not always a choice, Kate.
What you're describing, a hypervigilance, it's a classic
- symptom of post-traumatic stress disorder. - I don't have PTSD.
You were shot by a sniper.
I think it's fair to say,
this case is going to bring up issues,
- issues you still haven't dealt with. - Okay, then fine.
I'll deal with them.
Right now I need to figure out how to make this stop.
It's not going to stop,
not without time and treatment.
The psychological trauma is every bit as real
as the physical trauma.
Listen, people are dying out there.
I don't have time to get all weepy over a couple of scars.
Okay. So what's the alternative,
walking around feeling like you have crosshairs on your back,
thinking every glint off a window is a sniper's scope?
Look, there's gotta be a pill out there or something, right?
Something to take the edge off.
Medication can help...
- but not right away. - Well, then what?
Well, for one,
I think you should consider stepping away from the case.
You don't think I can handle this?
I'm saying...
you don't have to.
You're not the only cop in the city, Kate.
Okay.
Then you know what?
I'm fine.
Thank you.
How worried should I be about Beckett?
She's never snapped at me like that before.
And meant it.
Hell, it was bad for me when I came back,
and I never took a bullet.
Well, at least she doesn't remember it.
Or she doesn't want to remember.
A thing like that, it's easier to just keep in a box.
But this case might bust that box open.
So what can we do?
- Catch the shooter. - He's right.
Best thing for everyone, Beckett included.
In the meantime, just give her space
and don't take it personally.
Hey, guys, check this out.
This is 2 days ago at 4:30 P.M.
He planted the flag. He's gotta be our shooter.
He knows where the camera is.
That's why he keeps his face covered.
Why choose this street?
Why not pick a place without any security cameras?
'Cause he's straight up taunting us.
I'll run this photo by victims' coworkers and friends,
see if anyone recognizes him.
He is not gonna make it easy for us to catch him, is he?
No. He's smart and he's patient.
That's part of a sniper's DNA.
Yeah.
Don't go in.
Call CSU. I'll be there in ten.
Uniform just found where the sniper shot Henry Wyatt from.
Yep.
There's the crime scene.
600 yards.
World-class shot.
- But it's all wrong. - What do you mean?
The view of the kill zone is partially obstructed by that tree.
A better shot would've been from the roof.
Our boy would know that.
So why wouldn't he take the shot from up there?
It's possible he was worried about being seen
by someone in a taller building or a passing helicopter.
What's that?
A paper doll.
Think maybe it was left by the sniper?
Or...
one of the workmen's kids.
So the sniper took the shot from this window.
No.
He would've wanted to be invisible from the street.
He'd have taken the shot from...
right here.
He took his time...
to spot that flag.
Adjusted for wind.
Acquired his target.
Bam.
The shell casing.
It would've ejected to the right.
Sorry.
Hey. Where have you been? I called you.
Uh, yeah, my phone's off. What's--what's up?
Shell casing from the Wyatt sniper hide had a print on it.
We just matched it to a former special forces sniper
named Marcus Ford.
Just went through a bitter divorce--
textbook trigger for that kind of violence.
Ford runs a shooting range in Long Island.
State police have a tactical team
on the way to meet us there now.
Uh, maybe, uh,
it would be a good idea if we hung back here?
We'll study up on Ford, just prep for the interrogation.
Yeah, that's a good idea. We got it covered.
Yeah, okay.
Thank you.
Our officers found a whole arsenal
at your shooting range, Mr. Ford.
Last time I checked,
I still have the right to bear arms.
Yeah, well, you should know that ballistics
is testing your rifles.
Have at it. I didn't shoot anyone.
Well, that's not exactly true, is it?
According to your military record,
- you have 92 confirmed kills. - So?
You lookin' to make it an even hundred?
What's it like to look through the scope,
to play God?
How do you feel when you pull that trigger
and you destroy someone's life?
It's none of your damn business is how it feels.
You know what I think?
I think that you should be on the other side of that barrel.
Is that a threat? Are you threatening me?
What are those people? Are they just paper targets to you?
Do you even think about the pain that you've caused,
about the families that you leave behind?
Every life I ever took saved one of ours!
Like hell it did! You know what I think?
I think that you liked it.
I think that you couldn't wait to kill again.
You're outta your mind, lady.
We found your print on a shell casing left by the sniper.
That's impossible.
That is a lie.
I have nothing left to say.
I know my rights.
None of Ford's weapons are a match.
So? That doesn't mean he's not the sniper.
He could've hidden the rifle.
Ford's not our man.
His alibis for both shootings are solid.
Are you sure?
I think I know how to check an alibi, detective.
Well, if he's not our man,
how the hell did his fingerprint get on that shell casing?
Could be a reload.
It's easy enough to load a new bullet
into an empty shell casing like the one we found.
All you need is the right equipment.
Which means our sniper
is a client at Ford's shooting range.
Go back in there and get his help.
He's not gonna want to talk to us
after the way you went after him.
So what are you trying to say, that I screwed up?
No, um--
I think what he's saying is that
you played bad cop.
And now we'll get more out of Ford
if I go in and play good cop.
Okay, fine.
Maybe Ford can get us what we need to nail this guy.
Mr. Ford, my apologies.
Gun!
Kate!
Beckett.
Coffee?
No. No, thanks.
It's decaf. Look--
Castle, I'm fine.
- Right, but-- - No, really.
I'm fine. What's in the folder?
CSU report on the paper doll.
This was not made by a kid.
It was cut out very precisely with an X-Acto knife.
Out of what, a magazine?
No, the paper stock is too heavy,
and given there's nothing printed on the back,
it's probably from some high-end coffee table book of some kind.
My guess-- a book of paintings.
If you look closely, you can see brush strokes.
I think the sniper left that.
Why would he do that?
That much I don't know.
Yo.
Marcus Ford was no help.
He couldn't ID the guy in the video.
We're pulling his credit card receipts,
but he says that the shooting range is mostly a cash business.
Beckett.
Where?
Okay. We're on our way.
Ryan found the building
the sniper shot Sarah Vasquez from.
The super recognized the jacket from the photo,
said he'd been hanging around the building.
How do we know he was in this room?
Because we found another one of these.
This is it. He shot Sarah Vasquez from right here.
This is different from the first one.
It must be from a different painting.
They've gotta mean something.
Yeah, like what? What's it possibly gonna mean?
I don't know, but he's leaving 'em for a reason.
Yeah, he's screwing with us.
He's just taunting us and trying to make us look like idiots.
Hey.
We'll figure it out, okay?
Found something.
Moleskin.
Hard-core military snipers put it
on the stocks of their weapons to absorb sweat
so their rifles don't slip.
If there's sweat, we can get DNA.
Yeah.
All right, go.
This is where it all started.
He pulled that trigger right in this room.
One second, Sarah Vasquez is alive
and dreaming of the perfect wedding,
and then she isn't.
Kate...
You know he saw her face when he killed her?
People always think
that snipers are so removed from their targets.
But he wasn't. He is as close as we are right now,
looking through that scope.
We're gonna catch this guy.
Yeah. Like we caught the guy that shot me.
Why me?
Oh, darling.
I hope you haven't been up all night.
Ah, I couldn't sleep.
Two days, two people dead--
someone out there is waking up
not knowing they're gonna be murder number three.
I think I just decided to skip school today.
Actually, I think you're both
under house arrest until we catch this guy.
Oh, I can only imagine how this sniper
must be affecting Beckett.
She says she's fine.
So what are you gonna do?
The only thing I can do--
try to figure out why he's leaving these damn dolls behind.
If I could just figure out what painting they're from.
Let me see.
Chiaroscuro.
You recognize that?
It's a style of painting
that was invented during the renaissance,
exemplified by strong contrast between light and dark.
We learned about it in art history.
Try looking up Caravaggio
or Petrazano.
Can I just say, this school of yours
is worth every penny I paid?
Hey, this might be it.
Petrazano.
"The Persecution Of Kings."
Beckett.
DNA on the moleskin was a bust.
Ryan, you got results?
There were no matches in the CODIS database.
The best the lab was able to do was DNA phenotype,
and they say they think our sniper
is a male with light hair and brown eyes,
but that still leaves us with over 200 suspects on our list.
I wouldn't cut down the list yet.
Given what we went through with the shell casing,
there's a chance the moleskin's not even his.
I know what the paper dolls mean.
Mr. Castle, now is not the time for your theatrics.
Captain, just listen. The paper dolls are predictive.
The dolls are cut out of paintings
that literally tell us the location of the next target.
The one that we found at the first shooting,
it comes from a painting called "The Persecution Of Kings."
- Henry Wyatt was killed on king street. - Exactly.
The one we found in the hide of the second shooting,
that's from a painting called "The Fall From Grace."
There's a Grace Avenue in the Bronx.
Grace church is on... 10th street and 4th Avenue.
And there's about a dozen other possibilities.
If we can narrow it down...
we might be able to stop him from...
Beckett.
Grace.
I don't know where it's coming from!
Right this way.
How many people are dead?
- None. - Thank God.
Yeah, sniper opened fire
through the window of a conference room,
- on the 15th floor. - Is anyone else injured?
No, just her.
Her name is Emily Reese, and he only shot at her.
Emily, my name is detective Kate Beckett.
I need you to tell me what happened.
Why me?
What did I do?
Why is somebody trying to kill me.
Emily, have you seen anybody watching you lately?
No. I-I don't know. I don't know.
- We gotta get her to the hospital. - No!
Don't let them take me outside.
He's still out there.
No, you're gonna be okay, Emily.
Please don't do this. He's out there.
He's going to kill me. Please.
Just go. Get her outta here. Now. Go.
Please. Please, no!
Beckett.
Kate.
She's spinning out of control.
She's losing her ability to cope.
Look, she should not be on this case.
Well, she's not just gonna walk away.
No, she's gonna drive herself into the ground.
And you're the only one who has any clue
as to what she's going through.
So what helped you?
Espo, what are we doing back here?
I want to show you something.
What is that?
The rifle that shot you.
You are way outta line.
Just look at it.
No. What the hell are you doing?
I've been where you are. I know what you're going through.
Javi, I'm fine.
You're not fine.
You're just trying to act like you are.
This is just a tool.
It's a hunk of steel.
It has no magical powers,
and the person that fired it
is not some all-powerful God.
He's just a guy... with a gun,
just like the guy we're hunting now.
And like every other bad guy, he's damaged goods.
So am I.
That's right.
And that's okay.
You think it's a weakness?
Make it a strength.
It's a part of you.
So use it.
Any idea why the sniper targeted Emily Reese?
Not yet. She was a VP at a telecom company,
single, just bought an apartment on West 96th.
No known connections to the other vics.
But we do know he was following her.
Castle, what do you have?
You're looking at a video taken from Emily's lobby
yesterday at 1:40.
That's four hours after he shot Wyatt.
There's Emily, getting into the elevator.
There he is.
That's our guy.
Yeah. Unfortunately, we still can't see his face.
What is he waiting for?
He's watching to see what floor she'd get off on.
He knew exactly where she was gonna be.
It's a miracle Emily's not dead.
It's not a miracle. It's poor planning.
Turns out our sniper used the wrong ammo.
The 1-6-8 grain loses stability when it goes through glass.
The 1-6-5 is designed for that kinda shot.
He didn't know that, which means
he has less experience than we thought.
Okay, we need to go back to the suspect list,
cross off all law enforcement shooters
and any combat vets with urban experience.
All right.
Is it just me...
or is his coffee cup identical to Emily's?
Same logo.
It's from the same shop.
Zoom in on that.
Caffe...
Primo.
Must have followed her from there.
I-if he's a customer, maybe someone can ID him.
There's only one Caffe Primo. It's on 47th Street, 2 blocks
from the Grace Point Tower where Emily worked.
Okay, we need to find out if any of the other victims
have a connection to that shop.
All right.
Uh, where's Beckett?
She's running down a lead.
Why would you shoot from here
when the roof gave you a cleaner shot?
That coffee shop may be the key.
Sarah Vasquez lived six blocks from the Grace Point Tower.
And she had a receipt in her wallet from Caffe Primo
dated three days ago.
What about Henry Wyatt?
Wyatt's therapist has an office
right across the street from the coffee shop.
He had a session two days before he was killed.
That shop's gotta be ground zero
where he selected his victims.
Get the hell down there and get me an ID.
The clock's ticking on his next victim.
Yeah, they all get coffee here
on a pretty regular basis.
Are you saying he shoots people from my shop?
It could be just a coincidence.
Have any of them been in here together?
Maybe talking to each other or anyone else for that matter.
- Not that I remember. - What about this guy?
Is he a customer?
Is that the sniper?
Have you seen him? Does he look familiar?
No.
Sorry. Maybe if I could get a better look at his face--
Robert, phone call.
Excuse me.
I'm just praying that I get accepted.
Your dad's an alumni. You're in for sure.
Yo, dude. I totally closed the deal.
Eight figures and a piece of the merchandising.
No, it was epic, bro.
Hey, can you go in the back
and get some more of that, uh, creamer?
I hate to think that any of these people are dead
just because they picked the wrong place to buy coffee.
It's not the coffee shop. I know how the victims are connected.
How?
Sarah Vasquez just got engaged,
Henry Wyatt just made partner at his firm...
And Emily Reese just bought a giant apartment
on the Upper West Side.
They all had recent successes.
According to our profile, this sniper is a paranoid loner.
He feels alienated,
victimized by the world.
He comes into here for a cup of coffee,
and he hears about how well everyone's doing,
how their dreams are coming true
while his are not.
Makes him feel invisible,
makes him feel angry.
So he picks one of them out, and he makes them pay.
But even if you're right, it doesn't get us
any closer to catching this guy.
It might if we ask the right question.
He didn't shoot from the roof
because he couldn't climb the ladder.
If you look at the video, there's a slight hitch
in his step.
I think he has a physical disability.
Uh, Robert.
Does this ring a bell?
A guy with a limp or a leg injury?
There is a homeless guy
who's been hanging around the last few weeks.
I think he's got a prosthetic leg.
We're gonna need a description.
All right, adding disability
and partial and/or full amputation to the list
cuts it down from 207...
to three.
- Erik Howard, Lee Travis-- - That's him.
Lee Travis.
He's 38 years old.
He did a year in the marines before losing his right leg
in a hit-and-run motorcycle accident.
Never caught the driver of the car,
and Lee was given an honorable discharge.
And according to his counselor, Lee went into a deep depression.
Turned his anger against the world.
He a string of low-paying jobs, including a stint
as a security guard for the Metropolitan Museum Of Art,
where his former boss said he spent a lot of time
in the old masters section, home of Caravaggio and Petrazano.
All right, I'm releasing Lee's photo and bio to the media.
Within the hour, every person in New York will know who he is.
Wait, sir. Are you sure that's a good idea?
If he knows that we're closing in,
that might trigger another shooting.
We need to risk it.
We put his face out there,
it could give us a lead on his whereabouts.
What do we know about his family?
Lee has a sister in Queens.
Esposito's tracking her down right now.
Are you sure it's him?
Yes.
You're not surprised.
Lee's an angry guy.
He has been since the accident.
I tried to do what I could, but...
you can't give help if someone won't take it.
It breaks my heart that he would do something like this.
When was the last time you saw him?
About a month ago.
He came out to Queens for the day.
It didn't go well.
He lost his apartment,
wanted me to ask him to move in with us, but...
I didn't want him around the kids.
Do you know where he's living?
I gave him my old car when he left.
It's a blue Plymouth Duster.
Do you think you could write down the license plate number?
Excuse me.
Beckett.
Where?
We're on our way.
I'm sorry. We gotta go.
Uniforms just found the third hide
where Emily Reese was shot from.
Detective.
I know my brother's done terrible things, but...
please don't hurt him.
How is he finding these places?
The same way he chooses his victims. He listens.
He's homeless, so nobody notices him.
Once he finds a building that he'll be shooting from,
he recons it for the best vantage point.
Castle...
we need to find that paper doll,
see where he's gonna strike next.
Found it.
Oh, my God.
Does it ID the next victim?
Not victim.
Victims.
A patrol unit found Lee's car.
These were in the trunk.
- Any sign of the gun? - No.
All right.
Listen up. I want all units on tactical alert.
Lee Travis is out there right now with his weapon,
intending to kill multiple victims.
And given that the first three were shot in the morning,
we don't have a lot of time.
I got it!
You know where he cut the chain of dolls from?
I convinced them to let me into the museum early.
I compared the dolls
to all the paintings in their collection.
It's called "Lions In The Meadow."
The only meadow I know of in New York is at...
is in Central Park.
We should assume that Travis is already in position.
If we start clearing the park, he might start firing.
Whoever these dozen victims are, he's targeting them
for the same reason he went after the others,
so we can assume they're all part of the same group.
Beckett, take everyone we can spare, head for the park.
I want you in place and ready to move
when we figure this out.
Ryan, get on the phone to the Parks Department.
Find out what they have scheduled there this morning.
Castle, you coming?
I'm more useful here, helping Ryan
figure out who the targets are.
You got this.
All that tree cover is gonna make it hard for him to target
any large area of the park.
Also, the buildings on the east and west sides of the park
are high-end apartments with doormen.
Which means he would have to shoot
from the South end of the park.
I just got off the phone with the Parks Department.
There's over a dozen events planned in Central Park today.
Anything on the south end?
A nature sanctuary tour and a...
celebration for Western High School.
Their track team just won the state championship.
They should be on their way into the park right now.
Wait. Western High School's three blocks away
from the coffee shop. Their team's called The Lions.
Lee must have heard one of the parents or students
boasting about winning that meet.
How are they getting to the park?
Coming in by bus.
I'll call ESU.
Ryan, we need to stop that bus.
Listen, the school has a bus unloading
at the Grand Army Plaza entrance at the park.
ESU told Gates that these two buildings
have the best vantage point for the sniper.
How long till ESU countersnipers get here?
10 minutes, so search all of the floors above the 20th.
Let's go.
Come on. Come on.
Answer your phone, damn it!
I got an open door.
Suite 24-21. I'm going in.
Stop! Police!
Put the gun down, Lee.
I have a job to do.
Why don't you just call it what it is, okay?
You shoot people in cold blood.
Those people deserve what they're getting.
God blessed them.
He gave to them and took from me--
my leg, my life.
How is that fair, huh?
How is that right?
Those people that you blame? They're no different from you.
You're just saying that 'cause you're one of 'em.
You think my life is a picnic?
I know what if feels like to be in those crosshairs,
to feel the bullet burn through my chest.
I know what it feels like to have my life leave my body.
And I think you do, too.
That's why you keep leaving those paper dolls behind,
because you're looking for somebody
to help you find another way.
There is no other way.
- Not anymore. - No.
- It's too late. - No, no.
There's always another way.
I want to help you. I know that you're in pain,
and we can find a better voice for your pain.
- Please just put that gun down. -Just turn around.
- No. - Don't look at me. Just turn around.
- No! - Turn around!
No. If you're gonna shoot me,
you look at me in the eyes, okay?
And you look hard,
because I am not your enemy. I can't be.
You and I have too much in common.
No, we don't.
I have a job to do.
Sorry.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Just waiting for my partner.
Maybe you've seen her.
Pretty girl,
thinks she can leap tall buildings in a single bound,
carries the weight of the world on her shoulders, yet...
still manages to laugh at some of my jokes.
She sounds like a handful.
Tell me about it.
Anyway...
if you do see her,
tell her she owes me about
a hundred coffees.
Castle.
Thank you.
For what?
For not pushing
and giving me the space to get through this.
Always.
So how do you feel now that Lee Travis is dead?
I thought that taking him down would resolve things,
but... it's still there.
Because you haven't fully dealt with what happened to you.
No.
I felt it before the shooting.
I think it's always been there,
deep inside, since that night.
The night your mom was killed.
Mm-hmm.
I've let it define me, drive me.
It's made me who I am.
But now...
But now?
I want to be more
than who I am.
But I don't know if I know how to do that
without letting my mom down.
She's dead, Kate.
You can't let her down.
The only person you can let down is yourself.
Her death is a part of you.
And you're gonna have to make peace with that,
just like you're gonna have to make peace
with the scars from your shooting.
But it doesn't have to limit you.
How am I supposed to let go?
I can help you.
But the question is,
are you ready?
Yeah, I think I am.
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