Hello.
Is anybody here?
Hello.
I came like you asked.
Hello.
In celebration of our finally getting together
for dinner,
I have made...
a very special dessert.
Martha, that looks incredible.
It's to die for, literally.
I call it "Death by chocolate."
Now given your baking experience,
- is that a prediction? - Ha ha ha ha.
I take it cooking's not one of your talents, Martha.
Well, not really.
I sort of save my creative energy
to perfect a more worthy craft--acting.
And what about you, Jim?
How's the law treating you?
Uh, good. I've got a class action lawsuit
that's, uh, keeping me pretty busy.
Nice.
Oh, well, I hope you find time to cut loose, Jim,
and just do something fun.
Oh, of course.
I-I try to take in a baseball game
every now and again.
Ooh, Lord.
Baseball.
Isn't that dreadfully dull?
Well, it requires
a certain patience.
A certain lack of pulse, you mean.
I think, uh,
what my dad responds to is the game's nuance.
Oh, well, yes, of course. It has its merits.
Yeah, I think my mother just means
it's not exactly, uh,
action-packed.
Right, but that would
depend on how you look at it, right?
Yeah, I mean I suppose it does appeal
to the more... serious,
more...
discerning crowd.
Jim...
What exactly does that mean?
Just that actors, by their nature,
aren't the most serious people in the world, right?
Oh, is that so?
So you think I'm not a serious person?
How about if we dive in to this dessert?
Because honestly, that whole death thing...
is sounding pretty good right now.
There's been a murder downtown.
Close enough.
I'm so sorry that we have to run.
You two be careful.
Yeah, you guys, too.
I'm just saying, there have been worse dinners.
Like what?
Well, the dining scene from "Alien" comes to mind.
Honestly, a creature bursting out of my dad's chest
might have lightened the mood.
I guess we should've expected it.
They come from such different worlds.
Yeah, well, your mom should've been more sensitive to that.
Wait. What?
Thanks.
Ooh. You look nice.
Lipstick, huh? Date night?
No, dinner with her dad and my mom.
Wow. Already? How'd that go?
Okay. Well, speaking of fathers,
we have one right over here.
Father Joe McMurtry, 52.
Real estate lady showed up to show the property...
And found religion instead.
So... do we know
what our victim was doing in an abandoned building?
Not yet.
And he's a long way from home. His parish is uptown.
Time of death?
Between 7:00 and 10:00 last night.
Likely cause of death, three to the chest.
That's a tight grouping. Killer's a marksman.
Careful, too. He picked up all the spent shell casings.
Security cams?
None of 'em are pointing at this building.
Well, this looks like the work of a pro.
Someone had a priest assassinated?
It's like a Vatican conspiracy.
Ah, it's "The DaVinci Code."
Or not.
So why don't we look into McMurtry's life
and see if anyone had motive?
A nun is meeting us downtown. She worked closely with him.
So she might be able to shed some light.
Thanks. Yeah. We got it.
So, uh...
Unis on the canvass got a hit on Chumson's Tavern.
Bartender there--
Jerry Jenkins-- says he knows about the murder
but he'll only speak to a detective.
Okay, Castle and I will talk to him.
You guys chat with the nun.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second.
We're interviewing a nun?
Yeah, and I'm gonna be the good cop.
You're gonna be the bad cop, so...
Ah.
I asked for a detective seeing as how my customers
tend to get scared away by uniformed cops.
Jerry, what do you know about the murder?
Last night this guy wanders in--Leo.
Says he heard shots on the corner of 5th,
then he seen some guy hustling out of the building there.
Then today,
I hear some priest got popped.
So this Leo was a witness.
Any idea where Leo is now?
He got pretty lit,
so I loaded him in a cab and sent him home
up in the Bronx.
Do you remember the address?
Sure.
9245 223rd Street.
- Right this way. - Oh, okay.
A nun walks into a precinct...
It's like the beginnings of a bad joke.
Want to borrow a comb or something?
Shut up.
You know what this reminds me of?
Watching one of those body-switching movies,
where the guy looks like a grown man,
but he's actually 12.
Hey, let me tell you something--
Catholic school is like combat.
Unless you've been there, you don't know.
Uh, I have been there-- in combat--
and it's way worse than some old lady.
This is a dark day.
Father McMurtry was such a caring man,
so devoted to his parishioners,
his community.
That he should meet such a fate...
Sister Mary, we have a few questions for you
about Father McMurtry.
That is, if you're up for it, sister Mary.
I can tell you anything you need to know about the father,
including who murdered him.
You know who killed him?
Isn't that what I just said?
I was afraid
their friendship would end badly.
But the father was so trusting,
always trying to save lost souls,
even souls as black as that man's.
What man, sister Mary?
Michael Dolan.
This is Mickey Dolan-- the mobster,
the enforcer for the O'Reilly family?
The very same.
He and Dolan grew up together.
I-I tried to warn him,
but he always believed
he could set Mr. Dolan on a better path.
He died believing it.
If they were friends,
why do you think that Dolan killed him?
They had a terrible fight
outside the church two days ago.
I don't know what it was about,
but the father was very upset afterwards.
Very upset.
Well, a fight alone doesn't prove--
I wasn't finished.
Of course. I'm--I'm sorry.
As I was about to say,
last night at 6:00,
the father got a call and left in the middle of mass.
He told me the call was about Dolan.
Ah, the priest and the mobster.
It's a classic story.
Friends since childhood. One takes a higher calling
while the other follows a path to crime and murder.
Well, if this witness can ID Dolan,
then his path is gonna lead straight to state prison.
I still think we should've taken the subway.
It's kind of dangerous to park up here.
It's gonna be fine.
What exactly did you mean earlier
when you said my mother could be more considerate?
I just--I meant that
I wished that you would've asked her
to stop criticizing my dad.
She was just expressing an opinion
in much the same way your father was
when he basically called my mom flighty and stupid.
My dad never said that, Castle.
You know what? Just drop it.
Fine.
You know, to be fair,
she was just commenting about his pastime,
while he was insulting her.
Castle, watch it.
What? There's a big difference--
Don't.
Drop it.
Toss your phones and wallet.
All right.
You guys are making a big mistake.
I'm a cop.
They must be after Leo.
We should call the boss.
Oh, the--the boss as in Mickey Dolan?
We know about McMurtry.
Just walk away while you got a chance.
You're not getting that witness.
Hey, what's all the noise out here?
Sorry! Sorry. I'm sorry.
Wait. Who are you?
- NYPD. - Open up!
- Open up now! - These locks won't hold.
Open up!
Castle, bring that over. We gotta block the door.
- Little help? - Yeah.
- It's dead. - They must have cut the line.
What is this? What the hell is going on?
We're here to save you.
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Just give us the guy and we won't hurt you!
Somehow I don't believe him.
- What guy? Am I the guy? - Yeah, you're the guy.
- Ohh. - Open up!
What do they want with me?
That guy you saw holding a gun?
Well, he killed somebody, and you're the witness.
A witness they want to get rid of.
Okay, this is not good. Not good.
H-how do they even know what I saw?
The same way we do. You ran your mouth off at a bar.
But it was--it was dark.
I mean, I didn't even really see that much.
As far as they're concerned, you saw enough.
Oh, God. We-- we gotta get outta here.
Do you think?
Come on, guys. It's not going to take
- Dolan's boys long to get through that door. - You better open up!
I'm sorry. Dolan? As in Mickey Dolan, the--the mobster?
Oh, God. We're gonna end up floating in the river
with cement shoes on.
Yes, well, technically, if you have cement shoes,
- you're not gonna be floating. - What?
- You're right. That's not helping.
Let's go.
Dude, where's your car?
- Where's my car? - Where's your car?
It was right here.
You parked here? Are you kidding me?
Don't you see this neighborhood?
Don't.
Go. Go, go, go, go, go!
Get the car.
So the nun was right.
Father McMurtry did fight with Mickey Dolan.
Surveillance cam footage outside the church
backs sister Mary's story.
Not that I'd ever doubt a nun.
What about the phone call McMurtry got?
You trace it to Dolan?
Yeah, it was made from a pay phone.
The guy spent 20 years
rising through the ranks of the Irish mob.
Not surprising he'd cover his tracks.
Dolan and his kill squad
are as smart as they are ruthless.
And as the enforcer for the O'Reilly family,
he's the prime suspect in dozens of hits.
Only we've never been able to make a case against him.
Yo.
Unis came back from Dolan's apartment.
Looks like he hasn't been there in a while.
Does the Organized Crime Task Force know where he is?
They say that he's been off their radar
the past few days.
Word is, there's something big going on--
maybe a turf war
or a power struggle within the O'Reilly family.
There may be bloodshed,
so they figure that Dolan went underground.
The guy took out a priest. We can't just let him disappear.
No, no, even if we knew where he was,
we don't have enough to charge him.
Shoot Beckett Dolan's mug shot.
See if their witness can ID him.
Yeah, we're on it.
Is it them?
Yeah, that's them.
Well, our night has officially been trashed.
Hurry, Castle. The pay phone, before they get back.
I can't believe they still have these things.
All right, does anybody have a--
A dollar? Are you kidding me?
You don't need coins to call 9-1...
We gotta keep moving.
Oh, great. That's just great.
We're stuck in the outer borough
with two mobsters trying to kill us
and no means of contacting the outside world.
Leo, would you just relax, okay?
We just gotta find a phone.
Are there any 24-hour businesses around here?
No, not that I know of.
Maybe we could borrow a cell from someone.
Yeah, from who?
Around here, no one's out this time of night
- unless they have a death wish. - Leo--
Oh, my God. This is-- this is insane.
This kind of stuff doesn't happen to me.
I'm a paper salesman. I sell paper.
Leo, can you focus?
Yes.
You're gonna be okay. We're all gonna be okay.
We just have to contact my precinct.
Yeah. How?
I think I know.
Captain.
We got a problem.
Okay. What's your problem?
We tried to send Dolan's mug shot,
but we can't reach Beckett or Castle.
We called their phones, Beckett's radio,
even called Castle's mom.
Did you ping her cruiser?
Yeah, GPS shows it's heading down the Jersey Turnpike.
Ryan, have troopers intercept that car.
Oh, and, Esposito,
go to that witness' address,
find out what the hell's going on.
Right on.
Castle, it's not working.
It will. I'm disturbing the peace.
They'll have no choice but to--
offer me a beer.
Next time I won't miss.
You have any idea what time it is?
Yes. Please, we need your help.
Yeah, you gon' need some help all right
if you don't stop buzzing.
So knock it off before I do something.
Yeah, what are you gonna do,
call a cop?
Matter of fact, go ahead.
I'm not gonna stop buzzing till you do.
Cops? Cops don't come up here, Jack.
This hood, we're on our own.
You keep that up,
I'm-a come down there and hurt you real bad.
So that's your big plan,
make more people want to kill us?
No.
Let's go.
Yeah, keep on walking.
Maybe a fight will bring the cops.
Sure. Yeah.
Or maybe the guys that are chasing us?
Assuming we survive.
Hey, I'm trying to get us out of this.
Castle, you're the reason that we are
in this in the first place.
What?
The next time two thugs are about to jump us
and I say, "Watch it," why don't you just listen?
Maybe if you had listened to me about the car--
Okay. Wow. I'm picking up some tension here,
and I'm sensing it has
less to do with the two maniacs chasing us
and more to do with the two of you.
And seeing as my life is in your hands--
You know what? We're fine.
Some of us more than others. What are you doing?
There's a cell phone in the car.
Oh, thank God.
And it's password protected.
Nice work. The alarm brought those guys back.
Ryan.
Bro.
We got a problem.
Okay. I don't think they saw us.
Yeah, they're not gonna stop looking.
Maybe I should try and talk to them.
Well, so I should what, just--just stay here
and wait for them to find us?
Well, maybe that's not the only option.
If I can figure out the passcode for this phone,
we can use it.
So you're The Boy With The Dragon Tattoo now?
There's, like, 10,000 possibilities.
Do you have a better idea?
Where's the nearest subway?
Now she wants to take the subway.
The "C" train's 6 blocks from here.
Okay, so on weeknights after midnight,
it runs every half-hour on the hour. What time is it now?
1:20.
1:20. Okay. So we're not gonna make the 1:30.
But we can make the 2:00.
We just sit tight for ten minutes,
and then we'll make a run for it.
The subway is not Amtrak. There is no schedule.
Yes, there is.
I've lived here all my life. There's no schedule.
I've lived here all my life as well,
and there is, you just don't know about it
because it doesn't always run on time.
Which is the same thing as not having a schedule.
So what happens-- we go there, the train is late,
and then what, we're sitting ducks?
We're sitting ducks now.
Okay, I'm starting to feel like I might be safer outside.
Okay, fine.
Look, if I can't figure out the code,
then we make a break for the subway.
Fine.
I am so gonna die.
A tenant saw two guys break down the door
and push into the apartment.
Sounds like Dolan sent guys to get the witness,
and Castle and Beckett got caught in the middle.
What about Beckett's car, did you find it?
A trooper stopped Beckett's cruiser on the turnpike.
Seems a couple of delinquents took it for a joyride.
Well, it's likely Dolan's people took them.
Or worse.
Well, I got unis canvassing this building,
see if anybody knows anything.
Okay, coordinate with 'em and then you get back here
ASAP.
Captain Gates?
Captain Gates.
What are you two doing down here?
Well, after I got a call from Detective Esposito,
I became very concerned, so I checked in with--
I can't reach Katie. What's the situation?
There's no cause for alarm.
It's just that we're having trouble
pinpointing their precise location.
Oh, please stop. You are a terrible actress.
There is no way that anyone would've called me
if they weren't really worried,
and I want to know what is going on here.
Okay.
They went to interview a witness,
and we lost contact.
But we're doing our best to find them.
So I suggest you both go home
and I'll call you the second I know more.
I am not leaving until I know
what has happened to our children.
Neither am I.
All right, where is that...
fancy coffee machine that Richard bought for the precinct,
over there?
The break room.
Okay. You want, uh...
I don't want to have to tell those two
that I lost their kids.
Tell me you have something on Dolan.
No, nothing on Dolan,
but I started looking into his associates.
During the past week, they've all split town.
It could have something to do with this turf war,
but I was able to locate
one of Dolan's guys who's still around--Colin Clark.
But he's flying to Dublin tomorrow morning.
Then bring him in.
All right.
You see anything?
No.
But it doesn't mean that they're not out there.
I got it.
You got it. How?
All I had to do is get inside the mind
of the owner of the phone.
She drives a mini, right?
Tried that. Nada.
Look at the back of the case. Hearts. Tried "Love."
Still no.
But look at the lock screen.
What?
The password's the cat's name.
- Exactly. - Great. So what's the cat's name?
He doesn't know.
I don't know, but as soon as we figure it out...
we're golden.
Castle, we're looking for some real solutions.
And I'm offering them.
How, by focusing on a phone that's never gonna--
? Hey, I just met you ?
? and this is crazy ?
You were saying?
? But here's my number ?
And I don't need the passcode to answer.
Hello, you godsend. Thank God you called.
Hey, whoever you are, you better bring my phone back.
Wait. This is your phone?
Yeah, I need that phone.
It's got all my pictures of Lola on it,
- all my apps, all my music. - Hey, hey, hey,
tell her to call 9-1-1 and tell her where we are.
Okay, okay. Listen, listen, we're in Leimart Park.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know exactly where you are.
I used GPS to track you.
You d--you did? Okay, good. Good.
Then, uh, then call 9-1-1. We are in trouble.
Oh, yeah? Well, damn right, you are,
especially if I get my hands on you.
Tell her about the killer.
- Shh. - What?
Kill her? Are you threatening me?
N-no, no. Not kill her. Killer. Killer.
We're being chased.
- We need you to call 9-1-- - Don't threaten me.
Hel-hel-hello?
Why'd you let her hang up? We were so close.
Yes, I let her hang up.
Look, all is not lost.
She told me the passcode.
The cat's name is Lola.
Bingo. Who's the genius now?
Now all I need to do is--
No. No, no, no.
What, what, what, what?
She remotely disabled the phone.
Ohh.
Ugh.
You guys, there's a cab outside.
It's going slow enough. I think we can catch it.
Ah.
Oh.
Hey!
My ankle. My ankle.
Go. Go stop the cab. Stop the cab. I got Leo. I got Leo.
Hey!
Seriously, man? You are killing me.
Hey!
Oh!
Hey, hey, hey. "Off duty."
No, please. This is an emergency.
I'm a police officer.
I'm the Sultan of Siam.
These are my loyal subjects.
No, no, you don't understand. This isn't a joke.
We need your help.
You got trouble written all over you.
I will give you $1,000 to get us into the city.
- Really? - Yeah.
Let's see the money.
Well, I don't have it on me...
but I do have this lovely watch.
No! No, no, no, no.
It tells time underwater.
It tells time in three different time zones!
And right now it's telling me, it's time to go.
- Move! Come on. Move! - Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Go. Go, go, go. Go, go.
Come on.
Come on!
Go!
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Wait. Here. Come on.
Oh, man.
Ah! Ah!
- Shh. - I'm sorry.
I hurt my ankle pretty badly. I can't stand on it.
Shh. It's not gonna take
those guys very long to figure out where we went.
Yeah, but if he can't stand,
it's gonna be hard to move.
Yes, even harder to run.
They gotta be here somewhere.
Colin Clark.
Quite a list of priors.
It says here you're a suspected foot soldier
for the O'Reilly family.
I also like long walks on the beach.
Your guys had no right to bring me here.
I don't have time for games, Colin.
Where is Mickey Dolan
and what did he do
with Detective Beckett and Mr. Castle?
You can't keep me here. You got nothin' on me.
Oh, I can hold you for 24 hours.
Your plane leaves in seven.
Are things about to get ugly inside the O'Reilly clan?
Is that why you're so eager to get out of dodge?
Oh, honey, I'm gonna let you catch your flight.
Hell, I'll even drive you to the airport.
But you will tell me what I need to know.
You cops have no idea what's about to go down,
what Dolan's really into.
I don't care what he's into.
I want him and I want my people.
You know what I want?
My lawyer.
He knows.
He knows where they are.
A few minutes alone in there,
I can get him to talk about it, too.
What Dolan's really into?
So there's no O'Reilly family feud.
That's basically what he just said.
So why is everybody scrambling?
What does that matter?
Well, if we understand what Dolan was into,
it might tell us where to find him.
Where you going?
I want to see if tech
can lip-read that video of him and Father McMurtry.
Let's find out what he was talking about, huh?
They're still out there.
It doesn't look like they know where we are,
but they'll figure it out eventually.
Well, they are not getting through here,
but the door to the shop upstairs
opens from the other side.
Oh, great. So when they figure out we're down here,
they can come through there.
- We'll be long gone by then. - How? Okay?
I mean, we're even farther from the subway now,
and I hurt my ankle.
I'll find something to tape it up.
Screw tape.
Can you find another ankle in these boxes?
Otherwise, I'm not making it 8 blocks.
We might not have to.
This is a menu from a 24-hour Chinese restaurant
2 blocks from here.
If we can get there, we should be able to get some help,
we just gotta wait for this guy to leave.
Did you find some tape?
Yes, I did.
I also found
a box of tools and a broken CB radio.
But I think I can get it to work.
Great. You have an engineering degree
or electronics experience?
No, but I've seen every episode of "MacGyver."
What?
I didn't say anything.
No, you didn't have to.
Well, at least I'm offering real-world solutions, Castle,
not TV ones.
Okay, I'm sorry. What-- what's wrong with you two?
There are people outside that want to kill us.
So what's the problem?
- There is no problem. - No, there's a problem.
It's nothing.
Mm-hmm.
We had dinner with the parents, and her dad--
My dad? More like your mom.
Oh. Oh, m--okay.
So you guys, you're not just partners.
You're, uh...
partners.
I get it. Okay.
I've done over a thousand hours of therapy,
granted, as a patient, but I picked up a few things,
and I can tell you this much--
this, uh, thing, it's not about your folks, okay?
That's just an excuse.
This fight...
it's about the two of you.
I doubt the NYPD would appreciate
the hole I've been pacing in their break room floor.
I thought I'd join you.
Oh. Brought you that.
Thank you.
Oh, it's awful.
It's fine. I just normally take my coffee black.
Oh, well--
You know, simple, boring.
- Oh, no. You don't think I think you're... - No, it's fine.
- boring? - It's fine. It's fine.
I--look, that whole dinner party thing was--
just seemed so absurd.
Baseball is--is--
It's fine.
Is--yes. It's--it's fine.
Jim...
I don't know how you do this.
You know, I thought I would get used to this...
new part of Richard's life--
the constant danger and the never knowing--and I--
but I really thought there would come a moment,
just a moment,
when the worry would stop.
Katie's been doing this for more than a decade now,
and I've...
I've had this clench in my gut
since the day they handed her the shield.
She does say, she always feels safest
when your son's watching her back.
He says the same thing about her.
Well...
At least wherever they are,
they have each other to lean on.
Ah! Mm.
What Leo said was crazy, right?
Yeah. Come on.
We're a couple of idiots who can't remember
what we were fighting about.
So...
What were we fighting about?
I don't know.
Look, I do know that I just--
I wanted that dinner to go well,
and when it didn't...
You said "Different worlds."
What?
You said that they're from different worlds
and that we should just expect it.
And then I started thinking about us.
You're, like, this world-famous, best-selling author,
and I'm just this cop and...
and we're in this relationship
which makes absolutely no sense on paper.
And sometimes, I just start wondering...
Are we just kidding ourselves?
What if this bubble bursts?
What are we then?
Kate...
We're not our parents. All right?
And--and when I said two different worlds,
I didn't mean--
Heads up.
I'm passing a nasty wreck on the BQE.
Hello. Hello. Can you hear me?
Maybe I'm not speaking the right language.
Breaker, breaker,
I've got a Mama Bear and two Joes
who need a ride back to the bear cave.
I once had Derrick Storm beat up a trucker.
- Someone's cutting in. - Ah, it's just static.
H-hello. Do you copy? Can you copy me?
The mic must be broken.
Hey, hey. The guy's gone.
This is gonna be our best chance
to make a run for the Chinese restaurant.
Okay, I'll go.
No. We go together.
What, with his ankle?
And--and we can't leave him alone.
And one of us has a better chance of going unnoticed.
Castle, I'm the cop.
Which is why you should stay with the witness.
Besides, it's him they want dead, not me.
Thanks for the reminder.
Hey.
Don't worry.
I'll bring you back a doggie bag.
All right. Just be... inconspicuous.
Just an average white guy
walking in the Bronx, middle of the night.
What could go wrong?
So we think we know
what Mickey and our victim were fighting about.
Camera was too far away, so tech couldn't read their lips,
but we found something else.
Look what happens right after Mickey leaves.
Check out the guys in the car.
Those are federal agents.
Looks like McMurtry was informing on Dolan to the feds.
Which explains why Mickey Dolan wanted him dead.
And if the feds had eyes on Dolan,
they may know where he is.
Chinese restaurant.
Something smells... delicious.
You don't want to do that.
I'm so sorry about kicking you in the...
you know.
No hard feelings, right?
We're all good?
I mean, we're all... good?
Nervous?
No.
I'm, uh, I'm just trying to send a message.
They can hear static when I press the button,
so I thought I'd send an SOS, but...
It's okay to be worried.
He's gonna be fine.
He's, um, he's smart and he's resourceful, so...
Larger than life, from another world.
How did you--
Please. We're in a basement.
Sound carries. I heard.
That was a personal conversation.
About how different you two are,
and that worries you, right?
I don't want to have this discussion right now.
And those differences that are so charming now,
they may end up just pulling you apart.
Who are you, Dr. Phil?
No.
Just a guy that may die tonight
realizing that life's short.
Trust me.
Living your life for now
makes a lot more sense than worrying about the future.
So where's Leo?
Leo who?
You're funny. I like that.
So I know the chick's a cop,
but you don't smell like NYPD.
So what's your skin in this game?
I'm a--I'm a writer,
work with the police department.
Oh, yeah? What do you write?
Mystery novels.
Oh. I don't have the patience for books.
But when I do read, I tend to skip to the last page.
Well, that kind of spoils the fun, don't you think?
Eh, maybe.
But I got damn good at figuring out endings.
Like in the case of our little story,
I'm pretty sure it's only gonna end one way.
You're gonna tell me where the hell that cop
has my witness.
You know what you're asking?
Why would I tell you where they are?
I mean, I'm already dead.
Why would I let you have them, too?
You play poker?
I... I've cashed in my fair share of chips.
Me, too.
And I find the key is in reading a man's bluff.
So let's test your bluffing skills.
When we picked you up,
you were on your way for help.
Right? That means Leo and the cop
are in a building somewhere, laying low.
Now is that building on the north side
or the south side of the street?
North.
That means south.
We picked you up on the corner of 225th and Lex.
So they're within a couple of blocks.
Are they on 227th?
226th?
224th?
Ah. 224th it is.
Go get 'em.
They're coming back. What should we do?
Thank you for coming, Agent Lucas.
- You made it sound urgent. - It is urgent.
One of my detectives and her colleague are missing.
I'm not sure how I can help you.
You can tell me where to find Mickey Dolan.
I can't discuss the Dolan case.
That is not acceptable. My people are out there,
and I don't even know if they're dead or alive.
Now where is he?
We have no idea where he is.
That man just killed your informant.
You realize that, don't you?
Father McMurtry was not our informant.
Dolan is your informant?
Not yet, but we knew he and McMurtry were friends.
McMurtry was trying to get Dolan
to turn state's evidence against the O'Reilly family
in exchange for immunity.
We just brought Dolan in to discuss terms.
So you have him in protective custody.
He was.
Then today when he found out Father McMurtry had been shot,
he lost it.
Dolan slipped out on the two agents who were guarding him
and he escaped the safe house.
Wait a minute. If he was in federal custody
on the night of the murder, then--
Then he didn't kill Father McMurtry.
So who did? Who had motive?
The O'Reillys.
It was Dolan's testimony
that would send them all up the river.
That's why they're all leaving town.
That's why they killed McMurtry--to draw him out.
So Dolan is hunting whoever killed the priest,
and the O'Reillys are hunting Dolan.
And both sides will take out anyone who gets in their way.
The gun! Get the gun!
What are you doing, Leo?
My job.
Who are you?
Let's just say, I'm an independent contractor
trying to get close to his mark.
So you're not a witness?
You're just pretending.
You killed McMurtry
because you're trying to get to Dolan,
and you knew that if you played the witness,
he would come to you.
Quick study.
Why the charades?
Why didn't you just kill Castle and me?
Well, it's a little hard to play the innocent witness
with two bodies lying around,
so I had to go along with the whole "On the run" thing.
But now time has run out, and I have to make my next move.
You, where's your phone?
Look, you--you don't want to do this.
Killing a cop?
You know what kind of trouble that brings.
Kill her?
Trust me, I'm not planning to kill her.
Well, McMurtry trusted you, and look what happened to him.
You think I killed Joey?
Joey was my best friend,
long after our lives went off in separate directions.
He never gave up on me.
I'd never hurt him.
I can't say the same for whoever iced him.
That's why I need to talk to the witness
before you put him in protective custody--
so I could find out who the hell
the son of a bitch was that took Joey out.
How do I know I can trust you?
You don't.
But you don't have to.
All you have to do is sit here and wait for my phone to ring.
And then when I get what I want,
we all walk away,
alive.
Whether you believe me or not.
Here. Take the phone.
- You get 'em? - Sorry, Mickey.
Maybe you shoulda sent more guys.
Maybe.
I underestimated you, Detective.
Yeah, well, I wouldn't make that same mistake again,
especially if you hurt Castle.
So how about if we make a trade?
I'll give you your writer back, you bring me the witness.
No, no.
I'm not agreeing to anything
until I know that Castle is okay.
Shakespeare, you're up.
Kate.
Castle.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Listen, crazy as this sounds,
I actually think Mickey just wants to talk.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I hope so.
Maybe then we can reschedule something
with our parents.
Maybe we could go and watch a baseball game.
You know, something that
all four of us can enjoy.
Good enough?
Where should we meet?
Under the Costello Bridge--
it's about 3 blocks from you, in about 15 minutes.
Well played.
Let's go.
Not everything I told you was a lie.
I really did have a shrink.
But then he diagnosed me
as a sociopath with homicidal tendencies, so...
had to kill him.
Listen, Leo, you don't want to do this.
Okay, killing a cop's gonna bring you a lot of grief
from the NYPD, the FBI.
Just let me go.
Yeah. Sorry. Can't do that.
I did find your relationship fascinating, though.
Boy, you and Castle have some real issues.
It's a shame you won't be able to work 'em out.
But like I said,
life's too short.
There they are.
No!
What the...
Looks like you missed.
Drop the act.
We both know you emptied your clip into that car.
How'd you get on to me?
I wish I could say I figured it out,
but Shakespeare over here made the call.
Once you made that comment about my mom enjoying baseball--
I knew we were about six months away from joking about that.
Something had to be up.
All I wanted to do is ask you a question
about who killed my friend.
Mickey.
Well, I guess I don't have to ask that anymore.
Mickey, don't.
He killed Joey in cold blood.
Yeah, I know, but what would Joey want?
You said he never gave up on you.
If you pull that trigger,
you're giving up on him.
This doesn't end with me.
The O'Reillys, they'll just send somebody else.
You're a dead man.
You know what?
I can live with that.
Take his gun.
Put your hands up.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
- I thought I lost you. - No.
No, never, never.
Here. Let me get you out of...
Get this off.
And these are for you.
Now let's get the hell out of here.
That sounds good to me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Can you help us get a ride?
We're gonna be tied up here for a bit.
Why don't you guys just take a cab?
Really?
- Uh... let's... - Yeah.
Can you spot me 20 bucks?
Dolan's back in federal custody.
So is he gonna turn state's?
Oh, I don't know, but he is offering
to serve some time for his past crimes.
Sounds like Father McMurtry got to him after all.
And what about Leo?
He confessed to killing McMurtry
in front of a cop that he had taken hostage.
He's going away for a long time.
After all this time,
I still can't believe that he was the bad guy.
Detective Beckett, Mr. Castle,
so nice to have you two back.
Nice to be back.
Well, as worried as we were,
I don't think we were nearly as concerned as your folks.
Our folks?
Yeah. I called them
when we were trying to find you guys.
Your mom is, uh--
I... say no more.
You can pick 'em up at the break room.
Thank you.
Well, I guess we can't avoid dealing with them forever.
No, but you know what?
Who cares if they don't get along?
They aren't us.
And... so what if we don't make sense on paper?
We don't live our lives on paper.
And if we did, we'd never be astounded or...
Surprised.
How did that even happen?
I don't know, but let-- let--let's just go with it.
Dad.
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