Castle (2009–2016): Season 3, Episode 13 - Knockdown - full transcript

Previously on Castle...

10 years, since we came home

and found detective
Raglan waiting for us.

It was my mother.
She had been stabbed.

Three people were killed
the same way her mother was

right about the same time.

We believe we're dealing
with a professional.

A contract killer?

I caught him...
The man who killed my mom.

Somebody paid him to do it.

Who hired you to kill her?

Forget it. You'll never touch 'em.

But I had to shoot him...

Before I could find out who.

Someday soon,

I'm gonna find who
had Coonan kill her.

And I'd like you around when I do.

Mm.

Beckett.

Detective Beckett.

Yeah.

This is John Raglan.

Uh... I was the lead investigator

on your mother's
homicide 12 years ago.

I remember you, detective Raglan.

Listen, I...

We need to talk about
your mother's case.

There's something you don't know.

There's a coffee
shop at 4th and Main.

Meet me there in an hour.

Just you. No cops.

Beckett.

Hey.

Come on in.

Can we talk for a second?

That's him.

Lady, what part of "no cops"
didn't you understand?

- He's not a cop.
- Well, who the hell is he, then?

He's someone I trust.

More coffee?

Thank you.

Tell me what I don't know
about my mom's murder.

Everybody drinks their coffee

outta cardboard cups these days

or those plastic travel mugs.

But there's...

There's something about the way

ceramic warms your hands that...

It's weird...

The things you notice.

I just got the long
face from the doc.

Lymphoma.

Six months.

Sorry to hear about that.

Every year around the holidays,

they... they run that
"Christmas Carol"

on local TV.

When I was a kid,

I remember, Jacob Marley
scared the hell out of me,

forced to drag that... that chain
around in the next world.

"I wear the chain
I forged in life."

"I made it link by link."

I hid a lot of sins
behind my badge.

And now I gotta carry 'em.

But your mother's case...

That one weighs a ton.

Why? Because you wrote it off

as random gang violence
when you knew it wasn't?

I did what I was told.
Yeah.

And I kept quiet

because I was afraid.

About a year ago,

there was a hostage
standoff in your precinct.

You killed a hit man
named Dick Coonan.

It was a big deal in the papers.

People noticed.

Who hired Coonan to kill my mom?

You need some context here.

This thing started
about 19 years ago,

back before I ever knew
who Johanna Beckett was.

19 years ago, I...

I made a bad mistake.

And that started the
dominoes falling.

And one of 'em was your mom...

Everybody, on the ground. Now!

Back away from the window!
Away from the window!

You're hit.
I'm fine. It's not my blood.

1 Lincoln 40, I have shots
fired on 4th and Main.

I need backup and an ambulance.

1 Lincoln 40, repeat
your last transmission.

You were broken.
1 Lincoln 40, repeat. Castle?

Dispatch to 1 Lincoln 40, repeat.

Dispatch to 1 Lincoln 40.
1 Lincoln 40, are you there?

1 Lincoln 40...

Please be advised,
this is now a homicide.

♪ Castle 3x13 ♪
Knockdown
Original Air Date on January 24, 2011

Retired NYPD cop gunned down

in front of one of my people,

which means I'm gonna have to

do a damn press conference.

Tell me you didn't come
down here without backup.

Sir, I...
We were backing her, captain.

Yeah, we were just,
uh, down the block.

Yeah.
Uh-huh.

What the hell am I
gonna do with you?

You're gonna let
me work this case.

You're too close to it.
It's all over your face.

You're thinking, what was

Raglan gonna tell
me before he died,

when you should be thinking

how you're gonna catch
the guy that killed him.

Sir, Raglan was killed
because he was gonna

tell me something about
my mother's case.

Nobody knows it better than I do.
Yeah, but I know you.

You're gonna want to
pick up those scissors

and run around the house with 'em,

but I'm telling you now,
walk, don't run.

Go where the evidence leads,
not the other way around.

Do you read me?

Yes, sir. Loud and clear.

Found a bullet
embedded in the booth.

.338 Magnum. Fairly exotic
antipersonnel round.

Can you show me the trajectory?

Yeah, it's right over here.

All right, I make the building
across the street, fourth floor.

Esposito.
Yeah, I'll lock it down.

Somebody had to have seen something in there.
Yeah.

Ryan, I am betting that Raglan's
murderer followed him here.

Can you check with his neighbors,

see if anyone was hanging
around his place this morning?

You got it.
Thanks.

Hey.

Hey. You good?

Yeah. I think I got
it all off my hands.

It's different when it happens
right in front of you.

You're close enough to
watch the lights go out.

Yeah.

When I saw the blood
on your shirt,

I thought you'd been shot.

Um, I'm gonna go to the 12th.

How about I drop you
off at your place?

Not a chance.

Okay.

Yo. So I checked out
the fourth floor.

There's no prints,
no casings, no witnesses,

but the good news is,
it's a secure building.

The only way in or out is
through the lobby, and nobody

gets through the lobby turnstiles

without a key card.
So our shooter had a card.

Yeah, they're sending over a
list of all their employees.

They're also downloading
surveillance video

from the lobby.
Hey.

So I, uh, talked to the neighbors.

Raglan was a widower.
No next of kin that I could find.

Super said he didn't
really even have visitors,

except every once in a while,
his buddy would come over

to watch a Yankee game.

Gary McCallister...
Raglan's old academy classmate.

Get ahold of McCallister.

See if he'll come in.
I want to talk to him.

You got it.

19 years ago.

What's that?
Raglan started telling us about something

that happened 19 years ago.

My mom's murder was 12 years ago.

It's not making any sense.

You know, I sacrificed
my best years

and worst marriages
to this damn city.

You'd think that'd be enough,
but it never is.

Had to gobble up my
best friend, too.

When was the last time
you saw John Raglan?

Week ago. Told me he was dying.

What else did he tell you?

Isn't that enough?

But I don't get it.

Raglan was retired by the
time you come on the job.

What'd he want with you?

Raglan was helping
me with a-a cold case

that I was working on.

I believe he was killed
to keep him quiet.

Look, Raglan seemed
to think that the case

had something to do with
something he did 19 years ago.

What was he into back then?

What was he into?

John Raglan was no angel,

and New York was a
different city back then,

and I'm here to tell you,

kid gloves didn't get
it done out there.

You police a damn theme park.

You're lookin' to start some
half-assed truth commission,

you can count me out.

I'm not trying to
tarnish Raglan's memory.

I'm trying to find his murderer.

I told him not to get
involved with that guy.

With who?
Vulcan Simmons.

Vulcan Simmons?
He runs half the drug trade in New York.

Raglan liked to play the ponies.

19, 20 years ago would
be about the time

he had a string of bad luck

and he was hard up for money.

And then he wasn't.

And then he wasn't.

Word was, he got well

working as a dope
courier for Simmons,

moving product across
town in his patrol car.

Raglan worked Homicide
for four years.

And I know Simmons put
people in the ground.

If it were my case,

I'd take a hard look
at Vulcan Simmons.

Assault, attempted murder,
extortion,

possession with intent,
witness intimidation...

Then it looks like
it just dries up.

Nobody's booked him in years.

So what does that mean,
he found religion?

It means he got smart.
Swimming in deeper waters.

Guess he's come a long way
since Washington Heights.

Wait. What? You said Washington Heights?
Back in the day,

Simmons used to run the drug
trade in Washington Heights.

My mom and a group
of her colleagues,

they put together this campaign

called Take Back the Neighborhood.

They were trying to get
drug dealers off the streets

in Washington Heights.

With Simmons running all the
dope in that neighborhood,

that campaign woulda cost him.

That hit man, Coonan,
we know that he was into dope.

Maybe that's how Simmons
got in contact with him.

So Simmons hires Coonan
to kill them all,

including your mother,
and pays his old friend Raglan

to write off their homicides
as random gang violence.

There would've been
no way to trace

the murders back to him.

Until Raglan threatens to reveal
his role in the conspiracy,

and Simmons has him silenced.

We'll have him in the
box before lunch.

You painted since the
last time I was here.

Hmm. You'd have been about 16,

wrestling some pimply kid

in the back of his daddy's wagon,

wondering if you were gonna
give it to him or not.

Hey. That's enough.

He's sweet on you.
Makes him brave.

What was your association
with detective John Raglan?

Raglan?
Raglan, Raglan, Raglan?

Thirsty cop, right?

Couldn't pick a winner
to save his life?

Well, detective, our association,

as you put it,

exceeded the statute of
limitations many moons ago.

There is no statute of
limitations on murder,

Mr. Simmons.

And here begins what is known
as the initial confrontation.

During this phase of
the interrogation,

the interrogator may invade
the suspect's personal space

in order to increase
his discomfort.

You want to invade
my personal space?

Look at me.

12 years ago, Johanna Beckett led

a big take back the
neighborhood campaign

in Washington Heights. And
that must have pissed you off.

And this would be
theme development.

Presenting the crime through
the eyes of the suspect.

Johanna Beckett was murdered

along with two of her colleagues.

They were professional hits
carried out on your orders.

And you had

your pet homicide detective
John Raglan bury them.

Look at her face.

Tell me you don't remember her.

You know, detective Beckett...

I think I do remember her.

Bled out in an alley
like trash she was.

Mr. Simmons, you better watch it.

Rich bitch from Uptown
on safari in the Heights.

Somebody shoulda warned her

not to feed or tease the animals.

You...

If they had, she might
not have gotten eaten.

From what I hear, though...

She was pretty tasty.
Oh!

Whoa, Beckett!

Back off, Castle!

Remember your old life, Vulcan.
Savor it.

Because I am gonna
take it all away.

Stand down.
Beckett, that's enough.

Stand down.
Oh.

Oh, you want some, too?
Come on.

All right, all right,
that's enough!

I have to kick that son
of a bitch loose now.

You realize that?
Sir, you heard him.

He as much as confessed
to the murder.

Come on. He's playing you.
And you let him

get under your skin,
acting like a damn rookie.

We've got nothing to tie
him to Raglan's murder

or your mother's.
You're off this case.

No, sir. You can't do that.
Not now.

I just did.
No.

I just did!
Now you go home.

Beckett?

Kate?
You, too, Castle. Clear out.

What did I do?
I don't need you playing Nancy Drew on this.

As of this moment,

you two are running point
on Raglan's homicide.

Uh, captain, m...

My partner and I don't
wish to be insubordinate...

But we respectfully
decline the assignment.

What does it say on my badge?

"Captain."
Now read the fine print.

It says get your ass out there
and solve Raglan's murder

before I bust you both
back down to traffic.

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

You want to help her?
Find that shooter.

Solve the damn case.

What if it had been you?

I didn't know you were home.

I heard about the
shooting on the news.

It could've been you.
You know that, don't you?

Yeah, but I'm fine.
It wasn't me.

Richard, this isn't
one of your books.

You don't know the ending.

You were just lucky yesterday.

You're overreacting, mother.
Where is this coming from?

How the hell can you ask
me something like that?

Think about how much
you love Alexis,

and that is how much I love you.

And don't you dare ask me
where this is coming from.

You have gotten through
most of your life

on your wit and charm and
no small amount of talent.

But that is the real
world out there,

and you can't charm your
way out of a bullet.

You think I should quit?

I think you should be
honest with yourself

about why you're doing this.

You have written 22
novels before you met her,

and you didn't need to spend
every day in a police station

in order to finish them.

It's not about the books anymore.

So you think that Simmons
hired the sniper?

If we find the sniper,
we can ask him.

- I figure, he had to disassemble
his rifle, right? - Yeah.

Break his weapon down to
a less conspicuous shape

in order to get it
through the lobby.

Something that would fit
inside of a briefcase.

Everyone in that lobby's
carrying a damn briefcase.

You should be a detective.

We can't come up
empty on this one.

I know, bro.

Whoa. That wasn't an accident.

He just lifted her key card.

Well, so much for
the card telling us

who the sniper was.
Wait a minute.

He's not wearing gloves.

So what? He didn't touch
any printable surfaces.

Yeah, but he touched her.

We can print a dead body, right?

So why can't we print a live one?

She's probably showered by now.

Not necessarily. It's Saturday.
And it's barely afternoon.

Come on.

Hey, Castle.

Hey.

Where's Josh?

Oh, he's in Africa.
He's saving the world.

Uh, I brought you some...

I just thought,
after everything, that...

You might wanna...

Here.

Thank you.

That's really sweet.

You wanna come in?
Sure.

Wow. Nice.

You know, I was thinking
on the way over here,

all the best cops...
Dirty Harry,

Cobra, the guy from
"Police Academy"

who makes the helicopter noises...

They all have one thing in common.
Plucky sidekick?

That, and they do
their very best work

after they've been
booted off a case.

Is that what you came all the
way over here to tell me?

Montgomery booted us
off the Raglan murder.

But he didn't say anything
about your mother's case,

did he?

Here's my plan... I sneak back
into the station wearing a hat.

Montgomery always
takes a coffee break

15 minutes after the hour.

I get your mother's
file wearing soft shoes.

The south entrance has...
What?

Come on, Castle.
I gotta show you something.

You know, I sometimes forget

that you live with this every day.

Josh know about this?

No.

When did you start?

Over the summer,
when you were in the Hamptons.

And how far have you gotten?
Well, aside from my mom,

there was also Diane Cavanaugh,
Jennifer Stewart.

They volunteered for
her from time to time

for the justice initiative.

And then the fourth
victim was Scott Murray.

He was a document clerk
at the courthouse.

You know, Castle, up until today,
I'd always run this

on the theory that they got
killed because of a legal case

that they were working on.

My mom requested a court file
just before she was murdered,

and that file went missing.

Well, your mom must have
had personal papers,

an appointment book,
something that could tell you

what she was working
on before she died.

Oh, I went through all of that
nine years ago. There's nothing.

Yeah, but a lot's
happened since then.

Maybe you missed something.

So the guy who touched
my arm was a murderer?

Figures. Why do I
attract all the creeps?

I dated this one guy, Craig,

for like two months,
and I thought,

like, he was the one.
And I called him up one night,

and his roommate answered
the phone and told me

that Craig had died,
and I was, like, devastated.

And me and the roommate,
we scattered his ashes

throughout Central Park...
the whole thing.

And I worked through the stages
of grief with my life coach

and a lot of random guys,
and I was getting into acceptance

when I ran into Craig at a bar.

He had faked his own death.
Unbelievable.

I know, right? All he had to
do was say he didn't want us

to date anymore. I mean,
it's not like I'm some psycho.

Looks like we got a lift.
Thank you.

Oh. Well, good thing
I slept in late, huh?

There's nothing in
her appointment book.

Not that I can make
sense of anyway.

She had her own system.

I mean, my dad and I could
never figure it out.

Aww. You were adorable.

Did your mom take these?

Yeah, about three
weeks before she died.

Oh, I don't get to
see you in action?

Trust me, Castle.
It was not pretty.

Oh, now I have to see it.

Hmm.

What?

Uh...

There's 24 exposures on this role,

but there's only 20 pictures.

What is it?

I don't know. An empty street?

Castle, this is where
my mom was murdered.

I don't understand.

I mean, these pictures
were developed

a week before she was killed.

Why would she be taking
photos of that alley?

I don't know.
I always thought

it was just a convenient place
for the killer to attack.

I mean, it was dark,
it was secluded.

What if there was
more to it than that?

What if she was
looking into something

that happened in that alley
when they killed her?

Well, I'd have to go into the
old archives and reports,

and captain Montgomery
won't let me

back into the precinct right now.

I'll go.

Hal Lockwood.

Male, white, 32.

Record's clean.

According to this, Lockwood's never
had so much as a traffic citation.

Credit history only goes
back about two years.

Well, it's gotta be a cover I.D.

Huh. His credit card's active.

It shows Lockwood's
checked into a corporate suite

in Midtown right now.

NYPD! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

NYPD clear!

Clear.

Clear.

Looks like we just missed him.

Yo. Look at this.

He's been watching her.

Ryan and Esposito
traced your sniper

to a corporate suite in Midtown.

He's been on you since
Raglan's murder.

This isn't just a
kook with a deer rifle

and a copy of
"Catcher in the Rye."

This guy is a professional...
highly trained and well-funded.

Maybe part of a team.
Sir, we gotta let Castle know.

He does. He's back at the 12th.

I caught him in the men's room,
poking through some old reports.

You want to tell me about that?
You really want to know?

Listen, I'm gonna have
to put a detail on you.

But I need you to stay home.

If this sniper is after me,

the safest place in
the city is the 12th.

You gotta let me have this, Roy.

Let me come back and
work on my mom's case.

No, I'm sorry.

Absolutely not.

C.S.U. analyzed the capsules
we found in Lockwood's suite

and found they contain a
highly concentrated form

of an antianxiety
drug called Prazepam.

That fits.

A good sniper fires
between heartbeats.

Back in Special Forces,
some of the guys

would use antianxiety meds to
slow down their heart rate.

Gives 'em more time to shoot.

But these didn't come
from any commercial lab.

They were hand-ground by
someone on the street,

someone very good with chemicals.
Someone like Vulcan Simmons.

I thought the same thing,
but check this out.

Dealers sometimes use
symbols like these

to mark their product.

These symbols don't
belong to Simmons.

They're the brand of a
street pharmacist in Soho

named Chad Rodrick.

Chad Rodrick.

You must be one lucky guy.

You've been arrested for
possession of pseudoephedrine,

possession of forged
triplicate prescriptions,

and the manufacture of
a controlled substance,

but never convicted.

Those are all misunderstandings.

I'm just a college student

with my father's
lawyer on speed dial.

You know why you're here?

No, but I'm going to guess
it has something to do

with class resentment.
I bet it's a special treat

for you to interrogate
above your station.

You're here because
you sold these...

To him.

But we're not dope cops, Chad.

So these...
We don't care about.

Him... we want.

I'm afraid I can't help you.
You guys can't arrest me.

You don't have proof of anything.

Oh... we're not gonna
arrest you, Chad.

We're just gonna detain
you for a while...

In lockup.

Yeah, we've got a
parolee in there.

Sex offender...

6'1", couple bills and change.

They call him Peppermint.

And he'd just love to
meet a handsome young man

of your station.

We know you sold
custom-blend Prazepam,

which is a controlled substance,

but... we're running
a special today.

All we want to know is
where we can find him.

Or...

You can go to lockup...

And meet your new friend.

Listen...

I sold those two weeks ago,
but not to him.

I've never seen this
guy before in my life.

Who bought the pills?
Jolene. She's one of my regulars.

Tell me about her.
Blonde, 30s.

I think she lives somewhere in Brooklyn.
Last name?

I don't know. She just shows
up when she wants something.

I swear. I don't even know
how to get ahold of her.

You talked to Montgomery?

Yeah.

Castle, there's something
I need you to do.

Name it.

Go home.

Forget it. Fear does
not exist in this dojo.

Look, I signed up for this
when I put that badge on.

You didn't. It's not your fight.
The hell it isn't.

I don't hang around
you just to annoy you.

I don't ride out to murder scenes

in the middle of the night to
satisfy some morbid curiosity.

If that's all this was,
I would've quit a long time ago.

Well, then why do you
keep coming back, Rick?

Look, I may not have a badge,

unless you count the chocolate one

that Alexis gave
me for my birthday,

but I'll tell you this...

Like it or not,
I'm your plucky sidekick.

Plucky sidekick
always gets killed.

Partner, then.

Okay. What'd you find?

You remember what Raglan
said back at the coffee shop

about this thing going back 19 years?
Uh-huh.

Turns out, before your mother,
there was another murder

in this alley,

back when it was the
back entrance to a club

called Sons of Palermo.
It was a mafia hangout.

I didn't know this was a club.

Well, it got shut down years
before your mother was killed,

after an FBI agent by
the name of Bob Armen

was killed in the alley
behind it. It says Armen

was working undercover
in the mafia.

Somehow the mob got on to Armen,

used the old family remedy.
Summary execution.

The NYPD arrested a mob enforcer

in Armen's murder...
a guy by the name of Joe Pulgatti.

He later pled guilty. And guess
who the arresting officer was.

Officer John Raglan.

Your mother was a
civil rights attorney.

Did she ever mention
Armen's murder

or Pulgatti's conviction?
No,

but there's gotta be a
connection somewhere.

I bet Pulgatti could
shed some light on it.

I didn't kill Bobby Armen.

Then why'd you plead guilty?

'Cause I don't like needles.

Detective Raglan
places you in the alley

at the time of the murder.
Yeah, I was in that alley with Bobby.

I was the only witness
to his murder,

but it wasn't a hit.

It was a kidnapping
that went sideways.

Three guys in ski masks
rolled up in a van,

said they wanted to take
me on a tour of the city.

Bobby tried to stop 'em,
he went for one of their guns

and wound up on the
wrong end of it.

Were the guys from a rival family?

No. No way. We had a
truce going back then

because there was this, uh,

ghost crew out there...
professional kidnappers

targeting members of
all five families.

Look, I was in that
alley with Bobby.

But no one else
could've known that.

It was a blind alley.

And the only other people
in it when Bobby was shot

were the people who shot him.

So you tell me, detective...

How could Raglan have
known I was there?

You're saying Raglan was
one of the kidnappers?

There was, uh...

A lawyer named Johanna Beckett.

Are you familiar with her?

She was murdered in the alley

about seven years into
your incarceration.

You look just like her, you know?

You first walked in here...

It was like I was
looking at a ghost.

The way she talked about you,

I should've known
you'd become a cop.

I-I-I sent letters...

To every lawyer I could find.

And your mother was the only one

who wrote me back,

the only one willing to
take a chance on me.

She didn't care that I was a thug.

All she cared about was the truth.

She came to visit me here

and she said she'd
look into my case.

Later, I found out
she was murdered.

Don't get yourself killed
chasing this thing.

Take it from me. There's nothing
more dangerous out there

than a killer with a badge.

We'll talk about the definition
of a direct order later.

Right now, I just want
to hear what you found.

Okay, so here's what
we know so far...

19 years ago, Raglan and
at least 2 other cops

were kidnapping
mobsters for ransom.

Things went south when they

tried to snatch Joe Pulgatti.
They mistakenly killed

an undercover fed named Bob Armen.

To cover their asses,

they pinned Armen's
murder on Pulgatti.

And then seven years later,

my mom and a group
of her colleagues

tried to put together
an appeal for Pulgatti.

Now the cops knew that if
the case got overturned,

they would all be exposed.

So they hired Dick Coonan
to kill all of them.

And Raglan wrote
off their homicides

as random gang violence. And
that would've been the end of it,

but Raglan found out he was dying,

decided he wanted to come clean.

So they had to silence him, too.

Pulgatti said that there were
three kidnappers in that van.

That means there's at least two
conspirators out there now.

And we already know
who one of 'em is...

Raglan's old academy buddy, Gary McCallister.
How do you know that?

I pulled the dispatcher's
log from the archives.

There was another
unit backing Raglan

when he arrested Pulgatti...

a one-man patrol unit...
Officer Gary McCallister.

Get that son of a bitch.

Vulcan Simmons had
nothing to do with this.

But as a former cop,
you knew that he fit the part,

and so you used him to throw us off

when the truth is
that you and Raglan

were up to your necks in
murder and kidnappings.

Listen, it's easy for you
to sit in judgment now,

but you weren't there.

We did what we
thought we had to do.

And you did plenty.

Kidnapping, cover-ups.

You killed a fed, and then
you pinned it on Pulgatti.

You want me to tell you
about Joe Pulgatti,

about the people he
put in the hospital,

the ones he put in the river?

He and the rest of those jackals
fed on this city for decades,

but you couldn't touch them
because they bought everybody.

And this part...
this part I want you to know,

'cause this part
I'm not ashamed of,

'cause at least we
tried to do something.

It wasn't pretty and it wasn't legal,
but it was right.

Kidnapping people for
ransom was right?

We called it incarceration.

Yeah, we grabbed
'em off the street,

and we'd take them somewhere
and we'd tune them up.

We put the fear of God into 'em,
at least for a while.

But we knew we couldn't
hold 'em forever.

So we set bail.

And I'm here to tell you
that we set it high.

If those bastards wanted
back on the street,

they were gonna have
to pay for their way.

When my mom put together
that appeal for Pulgatti,

you got worried that
she'd get on to you,

and so you hired Dick Coonan to kill her.
No.

And then when Raglan
grew a conscience,

you had him killed, too.
No.

I didn't have anything
to do with that.

That was... that was somebody else.

Who?
Somebody you'll never touch.

Who?

You don't understand, detective.

You woke the dragon.

And this is so much
bigger than you realize.

And I'm done talking.

I want a lawyer.

He's afraid of someone,
and it's not a cop.

We gotta find that shooter.

I think we got a lead on him.

According to Rodrick,
a woman named Jolene

bought those capsules
that we found

in Lockwood's corporate suite.
Girlfriend?

Probably. All we got is blonde,
30s, lives in Brooklyn.

So we fed her descriptors
into the DMV database.

Got it narrowed
down to two women...

Jolene Granger and Jolene Anders.

Okay, you guys take Jolene Anders.

- We'll take Granger. You call me
when you get her. - Roger that.

Jolene Granger, NYPD.

Jolene?

Esposito.

Jolene Granger is dead.
We're on our way. Let's go.

Cover your ears!

Esposito? Esposito?!

So what do you got?
What you heard was a flash bang.

Lockwood must've grabbed 'em.

Only thing we've recovered
so far are their cell phones.

He dumped both of their phones,
so we can't GPS track 'em.

We couldn't find Jolene's
cell phone either.

Lockwood must have
gotten rid of it.

Because her phone was a link to him.
She called him on it.

There's gotta be a cell phone
bill around here somewhere.

I want to congratulate you both.

I don't know how
you found my place,

but I've been doing this
kind of work for a while now,

and no one's ever
come that close to me.

My problem is that
your investigation

has gone further than I expected.

And now in order for
me to finish my job,

I need to know exactly
what you know about me

and my employer.

Now I got a lot of
respect for you guys.

What?
I do.

Now I'm gonna make you a deal.

You tell me what I need to know,

one pro to another,

and I will put
a bullet in your brain.

You don't,

you jerk me around,

and you will be begging me
to before this night is up.

Let's go with option "B."

Oh, yeah.

We're definitely gonna
jerk you around.

What's her account number?

58-92-639-11-99.

All right. If we can figure
out her mother's maiden name,

they'll e-mail us the password.

I need everything you can
get on Jolene Granger,

specifically her
mother's maiden name.

Listen, ass clown,

I was in catholic
school for 12 years.

Hell. They used to do this
to me for talking in cla...

You're dead, Lockwood.
Yeah,

you know, they always
start off with bravado.

The begging comes later.
See, this is ice cold water.

It'll burn like hell
when it hits his lungs,

but he won't lose
consciousness right away.

But all this stops when you
tell me how much the cops know!

Lockwood would've been one of
the last numbers she called.

Uh, got it.

Uh, 917-555-0176

I need a GPS track.
Castle, you've done it again.

That guy is gonna
spot a S.W.A.T. team

from a block away,
warn Lockwood.

We call in the cavalry,
and they're both dead.

I'm open to dumb ideas here.

Good. 'Cause I got one.

He's not buying it, Castle.

That was amazing.

The... the way you knocked
him out, I mean.

It was...

Let's go.

Yeah.

Okay!

Ohh. Don't tell this
jack hole anything.

I'm sorry, bro.
I can't watch this.

Listen to me. You're too late.

The cops already know all
about me and your mom.

Shoot out one of his kneecaps.

No!

No! No! Hey!

No! Come on. No! Hey!

You okay?

Huh?

Never better.

Hey there, Chuck Norris.

♪ Breathing in the night ♪

How's the hand?

Uh, excruciating.
Mm.

♪ The wind is at my side ♪

How's Ryan and Esposito?

Mm, mild hypothermia...
Wounded pride.

Guess which one will heal first.

♪ Above all these words ♪

♪ and promises we couldn't keep ♪

Thank you...

For having my back in there.

Always.

♪ Sometimes we will fall ♪

♪ from the light ♪

♪ oh ♪

♪ but it shines on us tonight ♪

♪ and together ♪

♪ we will rise ♪

We booked you as John Doe.

You sure as hell
aren't Hal Lockwood.

Who hired you?

♪ And surely it's a sign now ♪

♪ that you were right ♪

I put a lot of people in this place.

♪ And there's the secret line ♪

Some of them want to kill me.

Others, never been treated
so fairly in their lives.

So they form this
attachment to me.

It's like I'm their
favorite schoolteacher.

♪ And together we will rise ♪

Some of those people
might visit you

while you're in here...

Like the ghosts
that visit Scrooge.

And after some time with them,

you might find
yourself a changed man.

So I will be back here

week after week

to ask you who hired you...

Until that miracle occurs.

♪ Pass this line ♪

♪ Oh ♪