Long flight?
Endless. How much further?
You have some time.
If you want to sleep, go ahead, sir.
Hey! I made some coffee for you.
It's insomniac strength.
This is the fourth night in a row that you haven't slept.
- Something wrong? - I don't know.
Maybe my subconscious has a pressing need to...
catch up on my Facebook likes.
- Martha, good morning. - Ah. Good morning, darling.
- Would you like some breakfast? - No, thank you.
I'm, uh, fasting for clarity.
I have been asked to read for the new Stoppard play.
So what's the problem?
Well, I haven't auditioned for anything in ages.
I think I need to decide if that particular train
has left the station.
"Ms. Katherine Beckett"? What's this?
Oh, an ex is getting married. Do you remember Will Sorenson?
- Your old F.B.I. squeeze? - Yeah.
Oh, man. I'm so lucky I came along
- and saved you from that life. - Wait. You saved me?
Come on. Even you have to admit he was boring.
Like, c-span boring.
You know, what makes you think
that I would be with Sorenson if you hadn't come along?
All right, where would you be?
- If you weren't around to distract me? - Yeah.
Um, I would probably be...
captain of my own precinct.
- Wow. - Yeah.
Okay. Had I not been bewitched by you,
I think by now I'd be working on my second pulitzer.
- So we're bad for each other, huh? - The worst.
Oh.
I guess we'd both be better off if we'd never met.
It's like "It's a wonderful life."
Every time your phone rings, a victim gets their wings.
Beckett.
His name is Mathias Gensler.
His passport indicates that he is a swiss national.
Witnesses said that two masked men
attacked both the driver and Gensler
before cutting a silver briefcase
handcuffed to Mr. Gensler's wrist.
So this was an ambush. Whoever did this
knew that he had that case with him.
Looks like the attackers fled in a late model g-wagon, no plates.
Is that a boot print on his shirt?
The killer must have held him down with his foot.
So what was in the case?
Nuclear launch codes? Deadly virus?
We don't know yet. The driver's log shows
that Mr. Gensler was picked up at Teterboro Airport
after arriving on a private charter flight from Switzerland.
And where was the car taking him?
The manifest only lists the pickup.
- You call the car company? - Uh, there's no one to call.
The driver... Renzo Conrad... owned the service.
He was a one-man band.
Speaking of "one-man band," where's your partner?
Yeah! And Lanie.
Wait! Wait.
We're here. We were just, uh...
- Stuck in traffic. - Yeah.
Why don't you bring Romeo here up to speed
and contact the swiss consulate.
Maybe they know what Gensler was up to.
Castle, what are you doing with my body?
Just pretend like you don't know him.
Beckett, this is not dirt.
It's flint... hints of carbon.
That's coal.
- It's pulverized, unrefined coal. - So?
So I used a clue like this in one of my early Derrick Storm books.
It's very unusual to find unrefined coal outside a coal-fired power plant.
All the coal plants in the city are either shut down or converted.
Right, but some of them are still standing.
There's an abandoned one on Hudson they're gonna turn into a shopping mall.
Coal dust could have come from a lot of places.
An abandoned plant would be a perfect place
to launch a strike like this.
Lanie, why don't you get C.S.U. techs
to test the substance on the victim's shirt?
We gotta go to Teterboro and look into that flight.
And that coal plant is right on the way.
Fine.
We'll stop off at the coal plant.
So you thinking about going?
Going where?
Sorenson's wedding.
Take a little trip down memory lane.
I don't think that's such a good idea.
Why not?
I'm not really ready for someone else's perfect day.
You know I'd give anything to change what happened, right?
Yeah, I know you would.
Castle.
You were right.
The shooter's gwagon's here.
Espo, hey. I need backup at the Hudson River coal plant.
There's the case.
What's in it?
Some kind of artifact.
Must be valuable if it was worth killing over.
Castle, what are you...
Get down!
Why do you always have to touch everything?
I thought you liked that about me.
Move!
Beckett?
Beckett?!
Guys. Hey, guys.
Beckett's in trouble.
I got away, but her car is missing.
- I think she was abducted. - Uh, captain?
You're okay! You made it back.
Captain Beckett, this guy claims you're in trouble.
- Captain? - You know him?
I've never seen this man before in my life.
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Never seen me before? Okay, that's very funny.
I'm just glad you're okay. How did you get back here?
- Excuse me? - From the power plant.
We were being shot at. That's a nice suit, by the way.
Whoever you are, I think you better leave.
- Whoever I am? - Come on, pal.
Whatever trip you're on, if you leave quietly,
I'm sure we can forget this ever happened.
Okay! Whoa-ho! I get it. You guys are punking me.
Sorry. Just like, uh, my birthday.
This is good. How did you stage that?
The double shooting, the severed hand, coal dust on the shirt?
He just described our crime scene.
Where did you get that information?
From being... at the crime scene with...
all of you.
Captain, we only got the forensics about the coal dust five minutes ago.
And how do you know so much about this case?
Kate, okay, you know what? You got me. Joke's over.
You're right. It is.
Ah!
Guys!
Seriously, what's going on here?
Mr. Richard Castle. Ha, you're a novelist.
Why don't you tell us a story
about where you were between 4:00 and 6:00 a.m.?
In bed with Beckett.
Maybe you shouldn't talk about the captain like that.
How did you know about the coal dust?
Well, that's where all this started, at the plant.
There was...
There was an explosion.
I must have gotten knocked out. This is a dream.
Okay? You guys are just creations of my psyche.
This is me just working out some issues.
That's why you don't know me, because you aren't real.
And you know what? I can prove it.
- Well-known fact... - Hey!
It's impossible to read in a dream.
"Richard Castle, a.k.a. Richard Rodgers."
You had me worried there.
For a second, I thought I didn't exist.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey...
it says here I jumped on a Macy's parade float
and sang "Let it go" with Idina Menzel
and then landed a hot-air balloon naked in Central Park?
I didn't do these things, guys.
Come on. I would never sing "Let it go" as a duet.
Mr. Castle, this is gonna go much easier for you
if you just tell us what you know about those murders.
- Okay, Kate? Kate! - This guy's nuts.
Come on.
Please, just talk to me.
Sit down, or I'll have to restrain you.
I know you're in there, because usually I'm right beside you.
Mr. Castle, sit down.
I'll handle this.
- You sure, captain? - Mm-hmm.
Mr. Castle, let's just say for a moment
that you and I did meet each other.
Where would that have been?
At my book party. You came to me.
You asked me to consult on a copycat murder.
It was six years ago. Your hair was short then.
It was adorable.
Six years ago, huh?
Well, it says here that you met
with a detective McNulty.
Apparently you helped him solve the case.
No... no, no, no. Kate, it was... it was you.
All right. Okay, I... I woke up next to you this morning.
I'm not imagining that.
I-I'm sorry, Mr. Castle.
We don't have a relationship.
Before today, you and I have never met.
Now, is there someone that you would like to call?
Who should I make this out to?
- Uh, Kevin, Mrs, Rodgers. - Aha.
All right, Kevin.
Your Mama Rose in "Gypsy"... perfection!
Ah, thank you. You are a dear, sweet boy.
You were robbed of that third Tony.
- Oh, well. - Mother?
- Richard! - Hmm!
Darling, you look like hell.
Thank God. You know me.
No, no, no. Please. Darling, you're filthy.
You're lucky your mama could alibi you out for the murder.
Oh, he only kills on paper.
And I'll have you know that coming down
to the police station to get my grown son out of prison
is the last thing I have time for.
You know full well we open in two days.
- We open what? - "Mame"!
My revival of "Auntie Mame."
Exactly how hard did you party last night?
Apparently very, very hard.
Oh, that can't be good.
Come on, kiddo. Come on. Oh, dear.
Don't worry, darling.
Once you're home, you'll feel much better.
Oh, my God, mother!
What have you done with my place?
Oh, Richard. We have talked about this!
Now that we share the mortgage, it is our place.
And since you have lost most of your life savings...
Whoa! Lost my savings? How?
You invested poorly... mostly blondes and racehorses.
And it's not as if your great american novel here
is flying off the shelves.
"Finite Laughter"? I did not write this. This...
"Babcock was a small man, a small man with large dreams,
and one of those dreams was Betty." This is awful!
Exactly what the critics said.
But I am pleased to see that distance
has given you some perspective.
- Good. - Oh, hey, dad.
Hey.
I see you made bail.
Alexis, your hair! When did you do that?!
Uh, three years ago.
- Before I moved to L.A. - L.A.?!
Richard, don't start. Alexis is here for a few days.
She's taking time off from saving the world
to come to my opening night.
Okay.
Okay, that's it.
That's it. I'm done.
Gram, is he okay?
He had a rough night.
Oh.
Whatever... all this is...
a coma, a dream, some weird hallucination,
or even just a... undigested bit of pizza...
I'm ending it.
It's time to wake up.
I don't understand.
I've never had a dream like this before.
- Why aren't I waking up? - Maybe it's not a dream.
Maybe you traveled into some alternate universe.
Oh, Alexis, don't tease your father.
Maybe you'd just better lie down.
Yeah, maybe I should.
Hey, Richie.
I used your hidden key like you said.
Who are you?
Oh, is that what we're playing?
- Okay. - Oh!
I saw you at the bus stop, mister,
and I followed you home.
Okay, obviously we know each other... Chelsea?
Oh, it was the funnest two weeks of my life.
Okay, real... I... oh, I...
- I-I really can't do this. - Sure, you can. Sure, you can.
I got a couple little blue pills in my purse.
Oh. No... no, I mean... no, I just... I, uh...
I-I have to get back to work.
Look, you seem like a... a lovely young...
young woman, but I-I-I, um, I think you should go.
Seriously?
You writers are so strange.
It was like suddenly I walked through a doorway
where I knew everyone, but everything was different.
My wife was married to another man.
I came back home, and my parents didn't recognize me.
They didn't know me.
Well, good morning, darling.
Are you feeling better today?
Much, because I know what's going on.
I know why I'm here. It's this.
"Swiss archaeological team discovers ancient incan artifact"?
Not just any artifact. Given its markings,
some mystics believe that it's connected
to the incan gateway to the gods,
a doorway through which shamans were known to travel into other realms.
Dad, I was joking. Please don't tell me you believe this.
Alexis, I was holding this.
And at right at the moment, as the grenade was rolling between us,
I was thinking maybe I wasn't good for her.
Maybe Beckett would be happier if we had never met.
That's what changed. That's where I am...
in a world where we never met.
It's like the last six years didn't happen.
Who... who's Beckett?
Exactly. You don't know who she is,
because she and I never met, so I didn't write "Nikki Heat,"
I wrote that godawful piece of trash instead,
and with less money coming in,
you were forced to go out and be successful.
I found success because of my boundless talent.
And somehow we drifted apart. Somehow?
I'm not crazy. This is not my world.
I need to get back home. How do you intend to do that?
By helping this world's Beckett find that artifact
so I can get back to my reality.
This is why I live with mom.
So you're a fan.
And here I thought you didn't know me.
Yeah, I don't. I mean, I didn't. I...
Didn't recognize me in my deranged state?
Listen... I have to apologize.
How I acted, you must have thought I was crazy.
Well, yeah, that's because you were.
Yeah. It's this new book I've been working on.
I have been working nonstop.
I mean, I have been drinking coffee,
popping Nodoz, I haven't slept in days,
and to make matters worse...
There's a new character. I-I kind of based her on you.
What I... what I read about you.
So she's savvy and smart and driven,
and I have fallen in love with her.
I mean, I eat with her, I sleep with her...
but I know you are not her.
You know, none of this explains
how you know so much about the crime scene.
I have a police scanner,
and I was tracking the investigation.
Actually, that's why I'm here, captain.
I know what was in the briefcase,
I know where it's going,
- and I think I know who took it. - And how do you know all that?
It's complicated, but... I do.
Hey, captain.
What's he doing here?
I'm not sure.
Okay. So, uh, I heard back from the courier company.
Turns out our victim was transporting...
An ancient incan artifact.
Yeah. And, uh, it was on its way...
To the Lamont-Doherty Laboratories in Palisades, New York, for study.
Scientists believe it was fashioned from a meteorite,
but it's proven impenetrable to conventional scans.
How did I know all this?
I used to be a crime novelist, and I still have a few sources.
Captain, this is what your victims were killed for.
And why would someone kill for this?
Well, the folks at the lab said an object like that
would be invaluable to any collector.
Mr. Castle, you said that you might know who took it.
Not exactly who, but...
I know who was involved.
So the car service was going to pick up Gensler,
the courier, from the airport here,
take him to the lab here... basically north.
Yet for some reason, when they were attacked,
they ended up here in Spanish Harlem. The opposite way.
Yes. So either this driver
had a terrible sense of direction...
Or he was in on it.
And maybe his partners killed him to silence him.
Detective Ryan, get me everything you can on that driver.
That was surprisingly helpful, Mr. Castle.
Do you mind if I... hang around,
- see how this turns out? - Mm-hmm. Breakroom's over there.
I know.
Yo, writer boy, tell me how you know
- about that coal plant. - What?
The one you were talking about when you came in yesterday.
Captain had me check it out.
You know what I found?
Tire tracks.
The same tire tracks that we found at our crime scene.
Now, you knew that our doers were using it
as a staging ground, and the only way
you would know that is if you were involved.
Okay, fine. I don't usually like to tell people this,
but I have a gift.
I know things. You know things?
You and I haven't met before yesterday, correct?
- Yeah. - So then how would I know
that you had a thing with a woman
whose initials were... L.P.?
And how would I know that she moved on and you can't?
Ryan has a big, fat mouth. That's how you know.
What happened? Commitment issues?
Hey, man. We got something.
Okay, so over the last four days before he was killed,
our driver made a...
Our driver made a series of phone calls
to a pay phone located inside of a restaurant.
The only problem is, the place has been shut down
- the past couple of months. - Who was he calling?
I have no idea, but check it out...
The deserted restaurant, El Chozo,
maybe that's where he was headed.
It's right near where the S.U.V. was attacked.
All right, get up there. See what you can find.
Uh, captain, would it be possible for me to ride along?
- Uh, strictly for research purposes. - Is he kidding?
I would just love the chance to observe,
- get some details for my book. - Yeah, sure, cap, we'll take him along.
- What the... - Dude, that's Martha Rodgers' son.
He can get us house seats.
- You can get us house seats, right? - Ab... solutely.
Okay. But do as they say and don't interfere.
Come on. Let's go, house seats.
So the captain...
Is she seeing anyone?
She has boyfriends. Nothing serious.
Why, writer boy?
What, you think you have a chance with her?
And what are you doing,
telling crazy over here about everyone's private life?
- Me? - Yeah.
- You told him about Lanie and me. - No...
- No. - No, no, no, I didn't!
I'm telling you... I have a gift, all right?
I look at people, and I see things.
Yeah, okay.
Uh, what do you see when you look at me?
Honeymilk and freckles.
No!
That's Jenny O'Malley.
Yeah, she used to, um, make me honeymilk.
She could have been the one.
- Could have? - Yeah, um...
Well, when Beckett was promoted to captain,
our caseload doubled.
I guess I-I never had time for her.
Maybe you should give her a call.
Maybe you should mind your own business.
Oh!
All right. Here are the rules...
stay in the car, or I shoot you. Got it?
You want to crack a window for me?
Ha.
I can't believe the captain's making us babysit this nutjob.
Ah, he's not so bad.
Oh, yes.
Okay...
Take me home.
Come on...
Hand it over, or you die.
Who sent you? What do you know?
Nobody sent me. Nobody... uh, it just... this... it sent me.
The object, it sent me. I saw a, uh, a blue light,
and I ended up here.
N.Y.P.D.! Drop your knife now!
No!
What the hell, man?
You were supposed to wait in the car.
What does it matter now? It's broken!
Now I'm never getting home.
Now I'm stuck here in this life.
But the real one would never... break.
This is a fake! This is a fake.
Where did you get this, and where's the real one?
Cuff him, too.
What the hell do you think you were doing?
You could have gotten yourself killed.
I had backup. And I did help capture a suspect.
No, you were supposed to accompany and observe,
- not participate and... - Annoy.
Risk my people's lives.
Now, after this morning's antics,
I expected you to be on your best behavior.
Actually, that kind of is my best behavior.
- What? - Oh, I'm just enjoying the show.
Our suspect's name is Maria Sanchez.
She's wanted by the peruvian government
in connection with the bombings at a government building,
not to mention the theft and trafficking
of stolen artifacts.
Then that's her, and she's behind it.
- We need to talk to her. - No, Mr. Castle, they need to talk to her.
You need to go home. You're done with this case.
But...
You're lucky I don't arrest you for obstruction.
Officer, please escort Mr. Castle to the elevator.
- I want him gone. - You don't understand.
I need to find this artifact.
Beckett! Please!
Yes, Detective Esposito?
You're not letting him get to him, are you?
Don't you have a case to close?
Mm-hmm.
You call it smuggling.
We call it taking back our rightful legacy.
That artifact was considered divine by our shamans
and belongs to the incan people.
Was that legacy worth the lives of two men?
- No, that wasn't the plan. - Then what was the plan, Maria?
Come on. Just ask where the artifact is.
My cousin Renzo... he was the driver.
He put sedatives in the courier's water to knock him out.
Once Gensler was asleep, we were going to
bring him to the restaurant and switch the cases.
No one was supposed to get hurt.
But someone attacked them. Someone else took it.
You don't know where it is?
That attack happened just a few blocks from the restaurant.
How did they know the car was gonna be there?
Who else was involved, Maria?
Who else besides you and Renzo
knew about the change in route?
No one.
Except the guy at the airport.
- What guy? - What guy?
The plan only worked if Renzo made the pickup.
But the courier, Gensler, was using another car service.
So we paid the concierge at the private jet terminal
to change limo companies.
Maybe he told someone.
Or maybe he knows where the artifact is.
Just ask her his name.
Do you remember his name?
Mr. Castle!
Hey! I was... I just, um...
I can't believe she locked me up.
She... she has no idea
she's stopping me from getting back to her.
I don't know, man.
Maybe this is your real life.
'Cause the one where you're rich and famous
and engaged to the hot cop sounds pretty made-up to me.
I called your mother.
She refused to come and get you.
Oh. Well, she always did believe in tough love.
That doesn't seem to have worked out in your case.
No.
What is it with you and this case, Mr. Castle?
I'm a mystery writer and I'm compelled
to know how the story ends.
With you...
Going home.
You're letting me go?
Well, I could let you stay overnight,
but then I would have to do the paperwork.
No, no. I, uh...
You know, you were right. We have met before.
We have? On a book tour for an old Derrick Storm novel.
I, uh, waited in line to get it signed... by you.
I used to love those books.
You never told me that.
Well, we've only known each other for a day.
Although it feels a lot longer.
I have that effect on people.
There's something I've been meaning to ask you.
Anything.
Why did you kill off Derrick Storm?
Hey, cap.
We've got something.
Another time, I guess.
Good night, Mr. Castle.
So we talked to the concierge at the airport.
He admitted to taking a bribe from Maria
to switch limo companies, but he swore he didn't tell anyone.
But when we held his feet to the fire,
he came clean about what he saw that night.
A black g-wagon sitting outside the airport gates
- with two guys in it. - Our shooters.
So they must have been waiting for Gensler,
and then they followed him from the airport.
Yeah, and while they were waiting,
one of them stepped out for a smoke.
Surveillance caught him on camera.
We issued a B.O.L.O., and we're gonna run the tattoo
through the database in the morning.
All right. Why don't you gentlemen keep me apprised?
Yeah.
Hi.
I thought we agreed that you were leaving.
Well, I had a thought about the case.
You're not on the case.
Actually, I was thinking about you.
I was wondering if I could buy you a drink.
It's the least I could do. I owe you that much.
Right. Well, I don't think that that would be a good...
And if you come, I will tell you why I killed Derrick Storm.
So, the youngest woman to ever make captain.
That's impressive.
- It's not all that it's cracked up to be. - No?
No, and if you really are basing a character on me,
then she's gonna be boring.
Oh, I doubt you could ever be boring.
Well, my life mostly consists of paperwork and politics.
Ah, you miss the streets.
Um...
Truthfully, I-I don't think
that I was meant to be a homicide detective.
Why would you say that?
Because the case that made me want to be a cop,
I was never able to solve.
Anyway, back to you.
Why did you kill off Derrick Storm?
Ah. It's complicated.
Wait. What is this place?
- I thought this was a date. - Okay, hang on. Hear me out.
You're still working the case.
Listen. The crimson rhino is the mascot
for an australian rugby team.
If our suspect has a tattoo on his neck,
he's got to be a major fan. I looked it up.
There's only one bar in New York
that plays their games live.
And there's one on right now.
I knew this was a mistake.
Beckett, wait.
It's him.
Stay here.
Excuse me.
N.Y.P.D. Step away from the bar
and put your hands where I can see them.
Sure thing.
Hey!
Uhh!
We make a pretty good team, you and I.
Well? What'd he say?
Nothing, on the advice of his high-powered counsel.
- Okay, so what's our next move? - There is no next move.
You asked to stick around until this case was resolved.
- It's resolved. - How is it resolved?
Detectives Ryan and Esposito found the g-wagon
and the murder weapons at our suspect's place.
This is open-and-shut.
What about the artifact? We need to find it.
Whoever had them steal it,
it and they are long gone by now.
Someone has to know where it is.
There's the other shooter.
Okay, but we have no way to find them.
Look, the D.A.'s gonna ask for a plea deal.
But trust me, this suspect's ex-military.
- He's not gonna roll. - So that's it?
This isn't one of your books, Mr. Castle.
You don't always get the answers.
We cleared the case. It's a win.
No, you know, that... that can't be it.
The Kate Beckett in my world would never call this a win.
The Kate Beckett where I come from, she would be unrelenting
in the face of anything that's thrown in her path.
She would find the truth, and she would...
never compromise.
I don't know what "twilight zone" world
you think you come from, but you don't know me,
and don't pretend you do.
Goodbye, Mr. Castle. We're done here.
Hey.
- You're still up. - Still on L.A. time.
Right.
So did you find your mystic meteor?
No, no, um... trail went cold.
Guess you're stuck here with us then.
Come... come sit with me.
Come on. Just give me a chance.
Just, um, for old times' sake.
I have a-a question for you.
And... and I would love a-a non-ironic answer.
What happened between us? Why did you move to L.A.?
You know why.
Uh, tell me again.
Because you gave up.
You read all those terrible reviews on your magnum opus,
and you couldn't move past it, and I couldn't stick around and watch.
But you know what?
Now I think I understand it.
What do you mean?
I had all these plans, you know?
To change the world.
But this nonprofit I'm working for...
everything we do seems so small and pointless.
It's like nothing I do matters, so why try?
Sweetie, no. Um...
Everything you do matters.
Every moment, every decision you make,
it affects the people around you,
it changes the world in a million imperceptible ways.
And no matter what your reality,
you can make it better.
We both can.
I've missed you, dad.
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la
♪ leh-leh-leh-leh-leh-leh, lo-lo-lo... ♪
Ahh! Darling, where are you off to?
I'm gonna take my own advice.
I know why the universe sent me to this world.
So the most important day of our lives got screwed up.
Big deal.
She's better off with me.
And I'm better off with her, even in this world.
If I can prove to this Beckett how extraordinary she is,
she can help me find that artifact,
- and I can get back home. - Ahh.
There you go. It's a large cappuccino for Rick,
and a large skinny latte two-pump sugar-free vanilla
- for Kate, right? - Perfect!
- Awesome. - Thank you very much.
Taxi!
That's okay. I'll give you a ride.
I hate this world.
Easy. Take it easy.
That's him.
Marcus Lark. Lark development.
So you're behind this.
What do you know about this, Mr. Castle?
I know you killed two men for it.
Oh, you know more than that.
My attorney overheard you at the police station.
So I had him check up on you.
Pretty strange behavior the last two days,
which means either you're psychotic,
or this isn't your world.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I think you do.
Do you know how many years I spent looking for this?
Hearing the whispered secrets?
Ancient alien technology.
Naturally occurring quantum anomalies.
The power of God.
I spent years untangling legend from truth.
The incans believed it was a gateway to the gods,
but... it's not.
It's a doorway to the infinite.
A chance to change my destiny.
I know everything about this, Mr. Castle...
except how it works.
You're rich, successful. You have everything.
Why would you want to change your destiny?
No man lives without regrets.
Now then, Mr. Castle,
how does it work?
I don't know.
I was holding on to it, and it just happened.
Look, I don't want to hurt you, but I will
if you don't tell me how it works.
I swear to you, I don't know.
- Shoot out his knee. - What?
N.Y.P.D.! Drop your weapon now!
Regret this!
- Are you okay? - Yeah. How'd you find me?
I couldn't stop thinking about what you said
about compromise.
So I decided to retrace the investigation.
It's... it's just pure luck that it brought me here when it did.
Or fate.
Why are you here? What did they want from you?
Something I guess I didn't have.
Look out!
Oh, God.
Mr. Castle, you saved my life.
Why?
Because I love you, Kate.
Mr. Castle?
No, please don't go. Stay with me.
Stay with me, Castle.
Castle?
- Beckett? - Yeah.
- It's you. - Yeah.
My you!
I'm back.
And I'm not dead.
- What happened? You hit your head? - No. How long was I gone?
I don't know. We got separated.
Ryan and Esposito got here just in time with backup.
Hey, Castle. Missed all the excitement.
- We were awesome. Weren't we, Javi? - As usual.
Lark.
It looks like he was behind the theft.
Although none of them are talking.
You know, the one thing that we haven't been able to find
is the object that was in the briefcase.
When you hold this, do not wonder,
even for a second,
if you'd be better off anyplace else but here.
So in this alternate universe,
I was the captain, and you and I had never met?
You were married to your work,
a lot like you were when I met you.
And how were you without me? Did you win the pulitzer?
Uh, I was... still waiting to hear.
But I... my life was nowhere near as wonderful without you.
That's quite a dream.
Magical artifacts and parallel worlds.
Yeah, it was... a lot more than that.
You know, the only other world I would ever
want to visit is the one where I made it to our wedding.
Me, too.
Yeah. I know.
It's the reason I haven't been sleeping.
You know, I keep trying to figure it out...
how do you live with the man
who's lost two months of his life and left you at the altar?
How do I live with...
the pain I know I've caused you?
How do we get past this?
I wish I knew.
I think I have the answer.
We just do.
So, Katherine Beckett,
will you marry me?
I've already said yes.
Will you marry me right now?
Hey! Thank you for coming on such short notice.
Oh, darling, I am so proud of you.
- Mother, you know that audition? - Yeah.
I really think you should go for it.
All right.
- Thank you. - Okay. Do I...
Oh, I got it. Okay.
Alexis.
- Hi. - Hi.
Whenever you're ready.
Yes.
The moment that I met you,
my life became extraordinary.
You taught me to be my best self,
to look forward to tomorrow's adventures.
And when I was vulnerable, you were strong.
I love you, Richard Castle.
And I want to live my life in the warmth of your smile
and the strength of your embrace.
I promise you I will love you.
I will be your friend
and your partner in crime and in life, always.
The moment we met,
my life became extraordinary.
You taught me more about myself
than I knew there was to learn.
You are the joy in my heart.
You're the last person I want to see
every night when I close my eyes.
I love you, Katherine Beckett.
And the mystery of you is the one
I want to spend the rest of my life exploring.
I promise to love you,
to be your friend,
and your partner in crime
and life,
till death do us part,
and for the time of our lives.
By the power vested in me by the state of New York,
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Cheers.
Mrs. Castle,
may I have this dance?
There's no... music.
♪ Oh, you're in my veins
♪ and I cannot get you out
♪ Oh, you're all I taste
♪ at night inside my mouth
It's perfect.
♪ Oh, you're in my veins
♪ and I cannot get you out
♪ Oh, no, I cannot get you
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