Castle (2009–2016): Season 2, Episode 18 - Boom! - full transcript

CASTLE: Last time on Castle...

CASTLE: Ask me why I'm here.

You know,
I ask myself that question every day.

That was Paula, my agent,
with big news

- about my book, Heat Wave.
- Mmm-hmm.

Are they really making
a Nikki Heat movie?

Dude, did I call it or what?

And you are about to be immortalized
on the silver screen.

MAN: Yeah, I'd like to report
a murder. I did it.

He called to report his crime.
It's like he did this for fun.

Nikki Heat.
He dedicated this murder to me.

- Nikki Heat, I presume.
- It's Beckett.

Special Agent Jordan Shaw.

Tell me everything you know
about Jordan Shaw.

She is like the federal you.

SHAW: If our killer is obsessed
with Nikki Heat, then so are we.

So how long have you two
been sleeping together?

- Excuse me?
- I am not going to leave you alone.

Why don't you two escort the body
to the morgue?

Once you're dressed, of course.

LANIE: B-U-R...

- "Burn." Nikki will burn.
- Somebody always has to die, Nikki.

CASTLE: If the man in the window
was Ben Conrad,

he would've shot himself
on the left side.

Ben's not our killer. Beckett.

(PHONE RINGING)

What, Castle?

It wasn't Ben Conrad!
He's not the killer! The killer's still alive!

The killer's still alive!

MAN: Goodbye, Nikki.
Goodbye, Nikki.

CASTLE: Kate! Are you in there? Kate?

(GROANS)

Kate?

Kate!

(BECKETT COUGHING)

Kate?

Kate!

- You're alive. And you're naked.
- Castle, turn around!

You know, your apartment is on fire,

now might not be the best time
for modesty.

Castle, hand me a towel!

- The towels are on fire.
- Well, what about the bathrobe?

The...

Do you have anything to wear
that's non-flammable?

- Castle.
- Sorry.

Give me your jacket.

- Don't look!
- I'm not.

- Don't look.
- I'm not looking.

Okay.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Okay. I dove into the tub just as it blew.

- Can you walk?
- (GROANS)

Yeah, it's just a little banged up.

- All right. Come on, nice and easy.
- Yeah.

Nice and easy. Are you in any pain?

What?

Having to wait this long to tell me
how you banged down the door.

You want me to start
from the beginning?

(SIRENS WAILING)

- FBI.
- Over there.

Beckett, how you doing?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What'd you see when you came home?

The doors were locked like I left them,
the windows were shut.

I don't know,
nothing seemed out of place.

But I don't know,
because I thought the case was done.

It's not. But you are.

- What?
- Until we find the right guy.

Wait.

This is my apartment, okay,
my life and my case.

Okay, fine.

My rules. You do what I say,
when I say, and how I say it.

And there will be a security detail
on you at all times.

- Fine.
- Good.

Fire's out.
You can head up now if you want.

- Did anybody find my father's watch?
- It's not in the hall.

Damage isn't as bad in your bedroom,

but your clothes do smell
like smoke and explosives.

Does anyone know if insurance pays
for dry cleaning?

I've got the blast seat here.

It had to have been a small device,
otherwise I would have seen it.

The lab'll have the breakdown
by morning, but that's cyclonite.

The same thing we found
in Ben Conrad's apartment.

- So, what tipped you?
- It wasn't me. It was Castle.

(STAMMERS) Our supposed killer, Ben
Conrad, shot himself with his right hand,

yet the man that Detective Beckett
and I saw in the window

was holding the gun in his left hand.

The shot went off just as soon as
he stepped out of view.

He wouldn't have... Couldn't have
had time to switch hands that fast.

Our real killer shot Ben Conrad,
placed the gun in his hand,

making it look like a suicide.

SHAW: We were outside the door.

- We heard the shot.
- (GUN SHOT)

- Go!
- FBI AGENT: FBI!

There is no way else
out of the apartment.

So if Ben Conrad didn't kill himself...

Then our killer was in the apartment
the whole time.

- How the hell did we miss him?
- CASTLE: Let's go find out.

BECKETT: Hey, guys,
take a look in here.

- I think I found something.
- CASTLE: What've you got?

BECKETT: Maybe his hiding place.

Whoa.

Discarded clothing.

SHAW: The exact same outfit Conrad
was wearing when we found him.

BECKETT: Right down to a fake beard
to match Conrad's.

The killer wanted us
to think he was Conrad.

That's why the man that I saw
in the window,

the one from our eyewitness
accounts, led us straight to Ben.

Which means the real Ben Conrad
was being held hostage

in his own apartment the entire case.

He must have been bound
and duct taped,

with no idea that he was being blamed
for three murders.

CASTLE: Each of our victims
was carefully selected

for their connection to Ben Conrad,
making him the perfect patsy.

SHAW: The killer's a chameleon,
changing his identity

to get close to the victims.

He becomes Ben Conrad,
becomes invisible.

Nobody's looking for him.

And then we come here, and we find
exactly what we expect to find.

Our suspect dead on the ground.
Case closed.

BECKETT: Meanwhile, our killer was
right here, hidden in this secret room.

He was here the whole time
and we missed him.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

SHAW: I'll get the evidence team
down here. See what they can find.

- Beckett.
- MAN: You are supposed to be dead.

- I'm sorry to disappoint you.
- It was supposed to be over, Nikki.

It was supposed to be done.
But now, now I have to keep going.

- WOMAN: No!
- (GUN FIRING)

He used her cell phone and
then he left it on so we could trace it.

Gloria Rodriguez. It's her ID badge
from a hotel in Midtown.

Probably on her way home from work.

Huh... Found a slug.

Letter etching?

No, it looks clean.
The other murders were planned.

This one was done out of anger.
Wanting to be in control.

All because I lived.

SHAW: You can't blame yourself
for that.

How did he know you lived?

He was watching. At the aftermath.

SHAW: Everything about
this guy's profile tells me

he was watching
at the other crime scenes.

Yeah, but the first thing we did
was compare crime scene photos.

Yeah, I know, we ran them through
facial recognition.

But he was there. I know he was there.

He wouldn't be in the crowd,
he'd know that's where we'd look.

No. He hides in plain sight.
He's a chameleon.

We didn't see him in the crowd
because he was dressed as one of us.

Same cop, 30 photos, not one
of them has a clear shot of his face.

That is not a coincidence.

- He knew where the camera was.
- SHAW: He knows our playbook.

I'm gonna get Ryan and Esposito
to canvass the other uniforms,

- maybe they can get a description.
- Not that it'll do any good.

The last sketch we got of this guy,
he looked like Ben Conrad.

Okay, do you have a better idea?
'Cause I'm all out,

and if we don't catch him soon,
he's gonna kill again.

- You can't take this personally.
- The hell I can't.

He just blew up my apartment.
I think that's pretty damn personal.

Do you know
how they caught Son of Sam?

A parking ticket. Berkowitz parked
too close to a fire hydrant.

All we need to find is our parking ticket
and we catch this son of a bitch.

As smart as he is,
he's got a fatal flaw. Hubris.

It's not enough for him to be smart.
He wants us to know it.

He wants us to know he fooled us.

All of his first victims,
the personal injury lawyer,

the dog walker, the taxidermist,

they all link back to the death
of Ben Conrad's dog.

How could our killer have known
all the players in someone else's life?

- He must've known Ben Conrad.
- So that's where we start.

We treat Ben Conrad as the first victim
in this case.

And then we find out
where he intersected with our killer.

- Dad!
- Hey. Hey, hey. I'm all right.

- I'm all right.
- Where's Detective Beckett?

At the precinct.

I can't imagine
how she survived that explosion.

- Where was she when it went off?
- She was there.

She jumped into the bathtub.

The bathroom door and the cast-iron
tub protected her from the blast.

Oh!

Dad, why is that person
going after Detective Beckett?

At the moment,
all we have is a theory, but...

But we know more now,
and we have a strategy.

- Do you think he'll come after you?
- No, sweetheart, I'm going to be fine.

You are stuck with me for a long,
long time.

I'm supposed to move out today.
I think I should stay here with Alexis.

There's no need. Montgomery has
someone keeping an eagle eye

on our building, but all the same,
we should be on the alert.

I need to go change, go back and help.

See, he's okay.

Hey.

Hey. Where is everybody?

Ryan and Esposito
are talking to Conrad's sister,

and Agent Shaw is briefing the mayor.

Oh.

I'm sure he'll be less than thrilled
to learn that

Conrad is just another victim.

Nothing like the threat
of being murdered

by a serial killer to stifle tourism.

Yeah, and it doesn't help
that everyone in the city thinks

that we caught the guy.

Speaking of Ben Conrad,
what have you found out?

Thirty-four years old. Never married.

I'm going out on a limb here
and saying,

judging from his relationship
with his dog, Mr. Bumpkins,

he didn't have a girlfriend.

Yeah, well, other than the people that

we've already run down
from the dog park,

- he doesn't even have friends.
- The man stuffed his dog.

Well, Conrad's sister confirms
that he was a Ioner.

He told her when he lost his job
a couple of months ago

that he spent his days
emailing resumes

at coffee shops that offer free internet.

ESPOSITO: And other than Bumpkins,
his only other joy in life was the Knicks.

Poor guy.

CASTLE: Jordan said the profile
indicated that the killer hunted Conrad.

If he wasn't a friend, then he must have
met up with him somewhere

where people strike up
a casual conversation.

We figure if he camped out
with his laptop at a coffee shop,

our killer could've sat down next to him
and they got to talking.

His sister said
that he was a Knicks fan?

What's missing from these pictures?

- Good taste.
- Area rug.

- Decent lighting.
- A TV.

Which means he would have to walk to
a local bar in order to watch the games.

Yeah, if you're a Knicks fan, you gotta
share your pain with somebody.

- True.
- Okay, you two take all the coffee shops

within a five-block radius
of Conrad's apartment,

see if anyone remembers him talking
to a customer.

Castle and I will take the bars.
And if you keep quoting Jordan,

I'm going to turn the radio way up.

Jealous.

CASTLE: Pub crawls are supposed to
greet you

with a smile and a shot of Jager.

Not, "No, we've never seen that guy
before, keep moving."

This is beginning to feel pointless.

Buck up, Castle.
I've got a feeling this place is different.

It's still an ongoing investigation,
so we're going to need you

to take that banner down.

I was just trying to work an angle.

You should understand what it's like
being a woman in a man's world.

Did Ben Conrad ever talk to you about
the recent death of his dog?

Sure. He loved to flap his gums to me
about that little drop-kick.

One time he cried.

Well, what about the other customers?
He ever talk to them?

He mostly drank alone
and watched the games.

Though a couple of weeks ago,
he did strike it up with some guy.

- Can you describe him?
- Average-Iooking.

A bit off, like Conrad.
They sat at that high top over there.

I figured hey, birds of a feather.

This other guy,
did he ever pay with a credit card?

The only time he ever said
two words to me was the other week

when he asked me to call him a cab.

- Do you remember when?
- I remember exactly when.

The Knicks were in overtime and
I missed the end while I was on hold.

BECKETT: Thanks.

Cab company said
that they sent a taxi there,

10:45 the night of the Knicks game.

- You got the drop-off point?
- Yeah. West Village,

corner of Varick and Downing.

Home?

I bet about 50,000 people live
within walking distance of that corner.

- We could canvass local businesses.
- For an average-Iooking white guy?

We can't even be sure
what he looks like.

SHAW: Looks aren't the only method
we have to identify him.

We also have behavior.

CASTLE: You think you can identify him
through behavior?

SHAW: Originally, his behavior
seemed inconsistent,

but that was because
he was pretending to be someone else.

We know a lot more now.
He is a show-off,

a game player
with an exceptionally high IQ.

But it's not enough to be smart,
he also has a pathological need

to validate it, which tells me that
he probably belongs to an organization

like Mensa or Prometheus.

He's a chameleon, so we can assume
that he's living under a stolen identity.

And he is literate.

He has already shown certain
dispositions in his fascination

with Nikki Heat, so we've drawn up
a list of periodicals and magazines

that he likely subscribes to.

- I get half of these.
- SHAW: Yes.

And you also kill people for a living.
In your books.

This is a pretty wide net.

So is Varick and Downing, and so are
memberships in high-IQ societies,

but put them all together,
and sometimes we get lucky.

You mean like
Berkowitz's parking ticket?

It's not always that neat.
You just keep adding pieces

of the puzzle until a picture emerges.

AVERY: Collated subscription
information from the profiled periodicals,

as well as member lists from high-IQ
organizations within a one-mile radius

of the Varick and Downing area.

- We got seventeen hits.
- Run the names through our database.

Most serials have some kind of
indication of violent behavior.

Criminal or psychiatric records.

Negative for any matches.

All right, at least we gave it a shot.

I'll have our teams
interview these guys...

- Huh.
- "Huh," what?

This one here. Chris Doherty.

He's got a recent driver's license,

but according to
his Social Security number,

Chris Doherty died six years ago.

He's living under a stolen identity.

SHAW: So, does it say where
our dead guy supposedly lived?

AVERY: His address puts him
half a block from Downing and Varick.

Okay, now I'm officially impressed.

Don't be. Not until he's in our custody.
Let's roll.

AGENT 1: Go, go, go!

AGENT 2: Den's clear.

AGENT 3: Bedroom, clear!

All clear.

BECKETT: He's done this before.

CASTLE: Hey, I signed this.
"To Scott. Write what you know."

Scott. Do you remember him?

No. But I sign hundreds of books.

His manifesto?

- His manuscript.
- Dead Heat?

CASTLE: (READING)
"Heat examined the bullets,

"each of them perfectly engraved
with a letter.

"She rearranged them like Scrabble
tiles until they spelled her name."

A book. All of this over a damn book.

He was writing about his murders
long before Nikki Heat.

Night Terrors.

Looks like it's about killing prostitutes
in Seattle.

I remember that case.
I thought they caught that guy.

Not so much "caught" as "found dead."
He hanged himself.

Another patsy, just like Ben Conrad.

He gets away with murder.
Why would he write about it?

Why risk it?

Writing is probably a symptom
of his psychosis, like taking a trophy.

He both memorializes the deed
and distances himself from it

by turning fact into fiction.

And then along comes Nikki Heat,

tailor-made for his psychosis,
one part fact, one part fiction,

just like him.

Who better for him to challenge?

He must have known
by going after Beckett

we'd realize Ben wasn't the killer.
Why tip his hand?

It's part of the thrill.

He needed to escalate
in order to feel alive.

Or he's a psychotic
obsessive-compulsive

and has already decided
how it has to end.

AVERY: Agent Shaw.

Been dusting for prints
trying to get an ID.

Problem is, there aren't any.

That's not possible. You can't live
in a place without leaving prints.

Unless he doesn't have any.

He likes to play with fire.
Maybe he burned them off.

Well, without prints, we can't get an ID.

We don't need an ID.
Put this back where you found it.

Let's un-ass this place right now.

He's got to come back sometime.

AVERY: Agent Shaw, the surveillance
team is moving into position now.

Copy that, standing by.

AVERY: Be advised.
Our subject is a white male,

6'2", approximately 200 pounds.

Profile suggests he's studied our tactics
and has prepared for contingencies,

so communicate, people.

If he shows, no one, I repeat,
no one is to make a move

until Agent Shaw gives the order.

Man, it's all here. The engraved bullets.
The cat-and-mouse phone calls.

The cipher. Only it's...

It's Nikki Heat investigating
and she's always one step behind him.

- Until now.
- Castle,

what part of "un-ass"
don't you understand?

All of it.

For future reference, it means
get the hell out and don't take anything.

Un-ass. Nice. Un-ass.

Is he always like this?

Castle has the attention span
of a cocker spaniel.

Mmm. And the loyalty.
The way he follows you around.

From what I've observed,
this unorthodox partnership

works well for you.

For now.

Is it enough?

Is it enough for you to hop on a Lear jet
six times a year,

catching serial killers
across the country?

I'd be lying if I said it was easy.

How do you manage?

You miss a few birthdays
and make a lot of phone calls.

My husband tucks her in every night,

tells her that Mommy's off
slaying dragons.

The trick to this kind of operation
is having enough personnel in play

to take the target down,

but not so many
that he can smell a trap.

Which is why we have to
get our people to go downwind.

Avery, tell our guy on the roof
to find another spot.

- I can see him from the street.
- AVERY: Say again.

The guy on the roof. Southeast corner.
The one with the binocs.

We don't have anybody up there.

SHAW: It's him. All units, be advised.

We have contact, southeast
corner of Bedford and Downing.

Subject is on the roof.

We're blown! We're blown.
All units, go hot now!

Stay in the van. You're the target.

Now you know what it's like for me.

Take it.

DISPATCHER: (ON RADIO)
Seal off the west side.

That's him.
He must've jumped the rooftops.

He's getting away.

Beckett, wait!

(GRUNTS)

Pardon me.

(BAB Y CRYING)

NYPD! On the ground, now!

Get down!

Stop! Stop! Police!

(GRUNTS)

Watch out!

(PEOPLE GRUNTING)

SHAW: Freeze image.

Zoom in.

Run it.

AVERY: Running facial recognition.

- Scott Dunn.
- Busted, you smug jackhole.

AVERY: Foster child,
sealed juvie record,

three-year stint
in a Bay area psychiatric institute,

and a single arson conviction.

- Where he burns his hands in a fire.
- He hit all the clich?s.

AVERY: Last seen February 15, 2004.
Six years ago, he simply disappears.

I want every bit of research you have
on this guy on my desk, half an hour.

I'll have my guys contact Dunn's family
in case he reaches out.

- You're out.
- I'm sorry. What?

- I told you to stay in the van.
- I just broke this case.

- I need people backing me I can trust.
- Hold on...

Sorry, Detective. You're off the case.

MONTGOMERY: She's got jurisdiction,
Beckett. There's nothing I can do.

Sir, this is my case.
He's coming after me.

Like it or not,
I'm already on the front line.

You and Castle found him.
That's the hard part.

They've frozen his financials,
they've alerted TSA,

his face is all over the news.
We got him cornered.

And you're the one who taught me that
when you have an animal cornered,

that's when
they're the most unpredictable.

Yes, and that's also
when they make mistakes.

He does something stupid,
and we will take him down.

And you've been running flat out
for days.

You need to go home
and get some sleep.

- Sir, I don't have a home.
- CASTLE: Yes, you do.

It's a secure building
with an extra bedroom,

with people who care about you.

With the Federal detail at the door,
it's the safest place in the city.

- Thank you, Castle, but I couldn't.
- You can and you will.

Detective, I took that security off
of your apartment

and that gave him an opportunity
to get to you.

I'm not gonna make
that same mistake twice!

Consider it an order.

Who would have thought that I would
be homeless and case-less in one day.

I know I'm the king of going rogue,
but you were right to chase after Dunn.

And Agent Shaw was right
to kick me off the case.

I would have done the same thing
if I was in her spot. I'm too close to it.

I'm sure after all this, you're a little
sorry you let me follow you around.

No, not this.

All the other annoying things
that you do, but not this.

What about you?

Are you sorry
that you ever wrote Heat Wave?

The way I look at it now,
if it wasn't for Nikki Heat,

this guy would've just gone on killing

because he wouldn't have met anyone
smart enough to catch him.

I'm speaking, of course,
about Special Agent Shaw.

- Good night, Castle.
- Good night.

SHAW: First thing in the morning
I'll check your homework, okay?

It's time for you to get some sleep.

(LAUGHS)

Okay. I love you, too, sweetie.

Good night.

(GASPS)

Hello, Jordan.

Martha.

Kate.

I'm here on orders from the FBI.

Darling, I'm hardly the one to judge.

I'm sorry, I wouldn't impose,
but my place is...

Ashes. No, I know.

Well, that explains the pat-down
by the hunky guy with the ear bud.

I assumed it was Richard
making a dramatic statement

about the conditions
for my dropping by unannounced.

I just woke up and literally smelled
the coffee and the bacon.

- Dropping by to return your key?
- (CHUCKLES) Very funny, very funny.

No, I am looking for my aqua gloves
because these clash.

Well, she cooks.

Actually, my mom was
an amazing cook.

She used to make Sunday brunch,
and I would get the choice

between pancakes, omelets, waffles...

Wow, that's funny,
every Sunday my mom would have me

make her an ice pack
and a Bloody Mary.

Don't listen to him.
That only happened twice, tops.

- ALEXIS: Gram!
- There's my girl. I missed you.

ALEXIS: I missed you, too.

You'd think it was months.
It's been a day.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

Beckett.

Okay. I'll be right there.

Castle, that was Agent Avery.
Jordan never made it home last night.

AVERY: She left the precinct
just after 9:00.

Her husband said
she never came home.

- What about the car?
- Stationary at this location

since the transmitter
was activated 20 minutes ago.

Our vehicle security tech said
this was his way in.

So, he was already in the car
waiting for her when she got in.

- Her purse is still in here.
- BECKETT: There's no bullet hole.

Medium velocity spatter.

So he leans in from behind,
she elbows him in the nose,

he recoils

and a blood trail flies
from that direction.

AVERY: She took her shot.

CASTLE: And left us
some bread crumbs.

- Here's another one.
- BECKETT: And another one here.

His nose is still bleeding,
but he has Jordan at gunpoint.

And he brings her to here,
where there's a car waiting.

There's tire treads.

Let's run down reports of all stolen
vehicles from the past 24 hours.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Beckett.

DUNN: There's nothing
like the bond between

girlfriends, is there, Nikki?
You must really miss her.

- Where is she?
- Safe for now.

- Lf you hurt her, I will...
- That all depends on you, doesn't it?

This is your story, Nikki, not hers.
She's just an extra.

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

Come to the Battery Park Ferry
terminal at midnight tonight, Nikki.

And come alone or she dies.

- How can I be sure she's still alive?
- I'll send you an e-mail.

- Say hi to your friends, Agent Shaw.
- Go to hell, Dunn.

I don't care if it's your story, Detective.
I'm bringing her back alive.

It's not my story, it's his.

And if Agent Shaw was here,
she'd say the same thing.

- Whatever he's got planned, it's a trap.
- Lf I don't show up, she dies.

But if you do, you both die.

AVERY: We need to get to him
before the exchange.

We traced the e-mail's IP address
to an internet cafe in Midtown.

Not that it helps us find her.

There's no reflective surfaces
and the windows are all blacked out.

Not all of them. Look.
What's out that window?

Agent Avery,

if you don't mind me
rejoining this investigation,

I suggest we take this party next door.

AVERY: Zoom in.

- ESPOSITO: What are those, buildings?
- Bridge towers.

Call up all the bridges in the city
and see if our partial view fits.

RYAN: Ah, the Whitestone.

It means we're looking south and east.

But we still need another coordinate
to find him on the axis.

Play the audio again,
but this time without the voices.

And get rid of all the traffic as well.

(TRAIN ENGINE RUNNING)

That's a subway.
And not just any subway.

- Those are elevated tracks.
- I'll pull up the subway map,

see where it intersects
with the approximate line of sight.

That's the IRT Pelham Line.
What's the stop that intersects?

Zerega Avenue station.

Got it. 1756, 48th Avenue, the Bronx.

Have a hostage-rescue team
meet us there.

DISPATCHER: (ON RADIO)
Standing by.

AVERY: This is the place.
Building's supposed to be abandoned.

Thermal confirms a hot spot

on the fourth floor.

That's where he's holding her.

The team's going to enter on
his blind side of the building.

This is wrong.

- What's wrong?
- I feel like Princess Leia

when the Millennium Falcon
escaped the Death Star. It's too easy.

What do you mean, too easy?

I mean, the sneak peek out the window,

waiting to record the message
just as the train was going by.

He led us here.
You remember how perfect

- everything was with Conrad.
- Yeah, I got the trap memo, too.

But that doesn't mean I'm going to
sit on my ass and do nothing.

That's my partner up there.

She'll be dead
the moment you breach that door.

That's why we're not going to breach.

The hostage exchange
goes down at midnight.

That means he has to
move her before then.

We move in quietly, take position.

And then as soon as Dunn comes out...

AVERY: I'll put him down
like the rabid dog he is.

DISPATCHER: (ON RADIO)
Making entry, south side.

CASTLE: I don't know how he's doing it,
but he's not up there.

And what are you basing that on?

I don't know how I know, I just...

You just what?

Castle, you and I have known
each other long enough for me to know

that sometimes your silly theories
are right,

so if you have a reason to believe
that he's not up there,

then you need to tell me why, now.

Just because...
It's not how I would write it.

What happens in your version?

He lets us think we've found him
to lure us here.

Lets the FBI converge on the building,
only he's not in there.

- Where is he?
- Nearby watching.

Watching it all unfold.
He's got something planned.

If it were me,

I'd wait until they all got inside,
got settled into position,

and then I'd blow the building.

- Where is he watching from?
- I don't know.

He wants to show he's smarter than us,

so he'll be somewhere close by
and out of the way.

Castle, if it were you,
where would you be watching from?

I wouldn't be watching
from this building where they are,

I'd be watching from here.

Come on.

Here.

Want me to hold it
while you tie your shoe?

No, I want you to take it. Just in case.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

All right, let's go.

DUNN: I'm almost sad to see it
come to an end, Agent Shaw.

You know, I'd expected more from you.
I'd heard such great things...

(WHISPERING) Castle, he's there.
I'm gonna draw him away.

You free Agent Shaw
and get some help.

Castle, you're my only backup.
Okay, go.

I thought it was me you were after.

Nikki, you came.

Put your hands up, Dunn,
or I will take you down.

I've got a better idea, Nikki.
Why don't you put your gun down,

or I'll detonate the 19 pounds
of cyclonite that I have in the building

across the street, turning Agent Avery
and his entry team into mist.

If you shoot me, Nikki,
it might cause my body to tense up

and push the button.

Do you really want to take that chance?

They're not in the building anymore.

I only sent them in there
to throw you off.

You're lying.

BECKETT: Why would they be in there,
if I knew that you were in here?

Face it, Dunn, I beat you.
Nikki Heat won.

No.

- No!
- No!

- Where's my people?
- Across the street,

- sitting on 19 pounds of cyclonite.
- She was bluffing?

- She was profiling.
- Go help her.

He could flank her. Go, go! I've got this.

Dunn, give it up.

Nobody has to die.

(THUDDING)

(EX CLAIMS)

(GROANS)

That's how all my stories end.
With someone else dead.

No!

I believe this is your collar.

- This isn't over, Heat.
- It's not Heat.

It's Beckett.

You have the right to remain silent,
so shut the hell up.

- Thank you.
- Ditto.

Hell of a shot, Castle.

I was aiming for his head.

(ALL CHATTERING)

Hey, we're thinking maybe
you could talk to Montgomery about

finding some room in the budget
for those smart boards.

Sure. While they're at it, maybe they
can buy us Batmobiles.

- That'd be cool.
- RYAN: Yeah.

- Our murder boards are just fine.
- For a caveman.

- Agent Shaw.
- I was just writing you a note.

Dunn is being transported
to The Tombs,

where he'll enjoy his stay
in the Intensive Management Unit

with the state's
most dangerous criminals.

Well, he's getting his 15 minutes.
It's what he wanted this whole time.

Yeah, but it'll be on our terms.

I want you to know that I learned a lot
from you on this one.

You did most of the heavy lifting.

Honestly, the thing
that impressed me most

is that you came in with Castle.

You know,
some people would call that foolish.

SHAW: You made a tough decision
on your feet,

used the resources at hand.
I'd say that's heroic

and somewhat poetic.

In the end,
Dunn did actually face Nikki Heat.

She is, after all, part you, part Castle.

He cares about you, Kate.

You may not see it,
you may not be ready to, but he does.

Yeah, well, the situation with Castle
is complicated.

Ah.

CASTLE: Ladies.

Detective Beckett, it's been a pleasure.

We'll see you around.

Castle, thank you for your help.

You are a valuable asset
to Detective Beckett's team.

It would be great if you would call her

and remind her of that
from time to time.

Wow. What's this?

Open it.

My father's watch. Thank you.

You're welcome.

I found it in the wreckage, had it fixed.

- I've got good news.
- Yeah?

I talked to Avery about buying
one of those incredible Fed-mobiles.

Without the weapons, of course, but
I could stock it with my own gadgets.

I could get "Writer" airbrushed across
the back window.

Ryan and Esposito
have a better car than you do.

I'm just... I'm embarrassed to have
criminals in the back of that thing.

I don't know about your seat,

but mine's got a spring
that hits me in the...

Richard, darling, you're just in time.
I made dinner.

Mother, what are you doing here?

We're eating. You know, something
families do, couple of times a day.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hi.

So, what about Chet?

Darling, I never said I was going to be
chained to the man's side.

Besides, Martha Rodgers
is a woman of mystery.

And in order to maintain that, I'm going
to have to divide my time accordingly.

- Like having dual citizenship.
- Exactly.

Besides, it's better
for my relationship with Chet.

So, if I have to eat a few meals a week
and do all of my laundry here,

I'll just have to make that work.

- I think that sounds like a fine plan.
- Yes!

Well, I hope you'll be comfortable
sleeping in the home theater chairs

I'm having delivered to your room.
They do recline.

Ah...