Castle (2009–2016): Season 4, Episode 4 - Kick the Ballistics - full transcript

Previously on "Castle"...

Four years ago, the
Triple Killer, or 3XK,

took the lives of 6 women
because we didn't stop him.

The man that we're looking
for is Marcus Gates.

When Gates got released, he gave
all of his stuff to Jerry Tyson,

a fellow inmate.

We just need a little more
information on Marcus Gates.

Don't you guys get it?
I'm a dead man.

Not if we get you
police protection.

For your own safety, you
cannot leave or use the phone.

Mr. Gates, did you
kill Kim Foster?

Yes. I killed all of them.

He confessed. It's all over.

Thank God.

Aren't you gonna
ask what happened?

It was him all along.
He's the real Triple Killer.

Guilty as charged.

You won't get far.
They already have your name,

know your face.

I'll change those.
Done that before.

I'll relocate. I'll start over.

It must eat you alive,

knowing that you came so
close to catching me.

Grande skim latte, two
pumps sugar-free vanilla.

Castle, I think you read my mind.

Surgery?

Yeah.

Sometimes the scar pulls a bit.

And you still don't remember
anything about that day?

No. It's a blank.

Wow.

Who knew cement overcoats
would be back for fall?

I need to chisel out the concrete
by hand before I can autopsy,

but it's pretty clear
she was shot to death.

Found these two
slugs in the dirt.

Looks to be a 9-millimeter.

Guy was a pro.

Double tap.

One in the back of
the head, she falls,

then he hits her
again to make sure.

Buries her in the sand.

And then waits for
the cement truck

to come in in the morning
to finish off the job.

Execution-style murder,
cement trucks--

can anyone else say mob hit?

I'm looking at concrete
evidence right here.

Is that purse from in here?

Yeah. According to her
Pearce College ID,

our victim's name
is Jane Herzfeld.

A college student?

That's not a typical mob victim.

Called in a favor to ballistics.

We should get results today.

Did you reach the next of kin?

Her mother's on her way in.

Jane was an only child.

That's a hell of a thing.

Yeah.

She also had a
roommate-- in Michigan

visiting her folks, but
she's back tomorrow.

What was this girl into that
got her dumped into a ditch?

As far as I can tell,

all she was into was
tutoring other students.

She was booked solid
for the day she died.

What's weird is that she canceled
her appointments that morning.

Her students say that
it wasn't like her.

She was super conscientious.

Did she tell them why
she was canceling?

All she said was, something
important had come up.

Maybe she knew she
was in trouble.

I'm putting the time of death
between 10:00 and 12 midnight.

And I found this.

Bruising,

no more than a day old.

He must have grabbed her,
maybe forced her into a car?

Also, I found traces of
cocaine residue on her shirt,

but the preliminary tox is clean.

No drugs or alcohol
in her system.

The killer could've
transferred it to her shirt

when he walked her
to the murder site.

From the looks of it...

she knew she was gonna die.

I found this clutched
in her fist.

He let her say a prayer
before he shot her.

That's not very professional.

No.

More like Jane knew her killer.

When I didn't hear
from her last night,

I knew something was wrong.

We always talked at
the end of the day.

Mrs. Herzfeld, Jane was tutoring
people to make extra cash.

Do you know why she canceled all
of her appointments yesterday?

Is it possible that Jane was doing
something other than tutoring,

something that might have
gotten her into trouble?

Something like what?

Look, we didn't find any
drugs in Jane's system,

but the ME did find traces
of cocaine on her clothes.

Jane would never be
involved with drugs!

Yeah, but she might have been
involved with people who were.

And we think that she
knew her killer.

There was a boyfriend
I didn't like.

They broke up five months ago.

And what did you not
like about him?

He wouldn't meet my eye.

They would fight.

I saw bruises on her.

Do you remember his name?

Finbar Joseph McQueen,

a.k.a. Finn.

Did a deuce on cocaine charges,
possession with intent.

Well, that could explain the
residue Lanie found on her body.

B&E, simple assault...

There's nothing gun related.

Maybe he decided to
step up the game.

Do we have a location
on this guy?

Yeah, that's the best part.

Talked to McQueen's
parole officer.

He says that McQueen is doing
a job at 645 West 98th Street.

Construction.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe she's dead.

When is the last
time you saw Jane?

Um...

a couple weeks ago.

But you--you broke up in April,

so... you stayed in touch?

Uh, I-I was her friend, yeah.
I...

I-I help her out every now and then.
I, uh...

l-lent her money once,
she paid me back.

You know, like-- like that.

Did Jane have money problems?

And as a friend,

did you maybe tell her that
you could hook her up,

got her involved in something
she couldn't handle?

Jane wouldn't ever do
anything that wasn't legit.

- Beckett.
- If that's what you're implying.

Jane was a good girl.

What?

That's why it ended with her.

Are you sure?

She wanted me to go straight.

And there's no chance
that's a mistake?

I just couldn't.

I kept telling her...

this is who I am.

Don't move.

My man Finn,

inches from confessing.

What?

What's going on?

Ballistics just came in.

The bullet that
killed Jane Herzfeld

is from a gun that's
in our system.

It's a Glock 17.

W--

That's good news.

Ryan, it's a match to
your old service weapon.

That can't be right.

It's not a mistake.

The weapon that killed
Jane Herzfeld...

it's yours.

She was holding a cross in
her hand when she died.

She was praying for mercy.

And then...

she heard him pull the trigger...

of my gun.

We were working the 3XK
serial murders last year.

We had a suspect in custody who
had given us a full confession,

at which time, Castle and
I went to the motel--

Castle was with you?

Yeah, the NYPD sequestered Jerry
Tyson at a motel as a witness,

and Castle and Ryan went over
there to give him the all clear.

At which time you realized
that Tyson actually was 3XK?

Yes, sir.

Tyson got the drop on us and
left with my gun and badge.

Look, detective Ryan was
cleared of all wrongdoing

by the IAB.

I don't care whose fault it is.

All I care about is
mitigating the damage,

which means we track
down Jerry Tyson

like the animal he is

and we haul him into custody.

Yes, sir.

You okay?

I will be when Jerry
Tyson's in cuffs.

Beckett,

McQueen's alibi checks out.

Waitress confirms he
was at Angeli's Diner

on the East Side until closing.

All right. Cut him loose.

You know, Ryan,

if Tyson is the shooter,

that explains Jane.

No direct motive, just
fits his profile--

she's young, she's blonde.

But 3XK strangled
those other women.

Why would he use a gun now?

He told me he likes
to change up his M.O.

Yeah. He must have mentioned that
when I was out cold on the floor.

You know, Ryan, none
of this is your fault.

The fact that he used your gun--

That weapon was issued to
me by the city of New York.

I let it out of my hand,
and now a girl is dead.

So please do not tell me
that it's not my fault.

I'm gonna start a canvass
at Jane's apartment,

have 'em show Tyson's
photo around,

find out when Jane's
roommate's back in town.

Okay.

It's a cop thing, Castle.

No. No, I get it.

Yo. CSU pulled information

off Jane's Metro card
and ATM records.

She spent most of yesterday
at Grand Central Station.

Yeah, over a 4-hour period,

she made... multiple
withdrawals out of three ATMs

in and around the train station--

$800 worth.

So she canceled a day of work

to hang out at a train station
and empty her bank account?

That was the important
thing that came up?

I'll send a team over
there first thing.

Have 'em talk to vendors,

see if anybody
remembers seeing her.

Or Tyson.

He stalked his victims
before he killed them.

It's like I've been holding
my breath for a year,

waiting for this day to come.

A whole year of
wondering about him,

hating him,

dreaming about him,

trying to think like him.

But still having no
clue how to catch him.

It's not your job to
catch a serial killer.

Because I'm not a cop.

I like to pretend I'm Beckett's
partner and like I'm one of them,

but days like today,
I realize, I...

that I've just been playacting.

Oh...

Your playacting once helped saved
New York City as I recall.

Be there for your friends.

Stand beside them, work together.

That's plenty useful.

Trust me.

I'm sorry. I don't know him.

Jane and I were only
roommates for six months.

Maybe he was the guy
she was seeing.

Jane had a boyfriend?

She wouldn't tell me about him,

and... she wouldn't
let him come around.

Why wouldn't Jane talk about him?

She said that he had some
things he needed to figure out

before they could go public.

Honestly, I just thought,
maybe he was married.

Then, like, six weeks ago...

Things changed.

Changed how?

She was crying all the time

and she would get phone
calls really late at night

and be really upset afterwards.

Do you remember a
specific time or day

when Jane got one of these calls?

Last Thursday.

A-around 11:00.

Thursday night at 11:04,
Jane got a call on her cell.

Our guys say that call
originated on a pay phone

in Sammy's bar in midtown.

Two calls a week to the same
number over the last six weeks?

It's him.

I've seen her, couple of times.

Yeah, came in with Seth.

Is this Seth?

Nah. That ain't him.

You sure?
Take a good look this time.

Seth's a regular.

That ain't him.

But if you want to talk to
Seth, just stick around.

He usually comes in here
pretty much every day.

Doing what?

He uses that phone
over there a lot.

Meets with shifty
looking individuals

he calls, uh, associates.

One time, his jacket
rolled up in the back.

He was strapped.

Sounds like a drug dealer.

All right, so what time
does Seth usually come in?

About 3:00.

Stay if you want,

but I gotta get back to work.

So how's Ryan holding up?

Three days after my
last tour in Iraq,

I'm at a diner with friends.

A car backfires.

My friends look around.
I'm under the table.

Ryan's just waiting
for the next hit.

Here's what I don't get--

what's a drug dealer
doing with my gun?

Well, maybe Tyson sold
it to him or tossed it,

and Seth found it.

That doesn't sound
like Jerry Tyson.

3XK always has a plan.

So maybe Seth is a patsy.

How you feeling, Jo-Jo?

Hey, Seth, how's it going?

Ah, keeping outta trouble. You?

Looks like you'll be able
to ask him yourself.

Hey, Seth.
Detective Beckett, NYPD.

Hey, whoa. Whoa. Hey!

Back alley. He's on the move!
On the move!

Stop! Police!

NYPD!

Get up against the
car, right now!

Gun.

It's a Glock 17.

You got a permit for this?

Sure do, Ponch. I'm a cop.

Detective Seth Carver. Narcotics.

Do me a favor

and put me in the vehicle before
you blow my cover completely,

will ya?

So let me guess.

You talked to her mom
and her girlfriends,

and all of 'em said
that Jane was an angel.

Am I right?

So you're saying, she wasn't?

I'm saying that when I met her,

I was pulling her over
for blowin' a red light,

and she had 2 grams in
the glove compartment.

Jane didn't do drugs.

What can I tell ya?

Little miss was riding dirty.

You--you didn't charge her.

There's--there's
nothing in the system.

Right.

That's because when I asked
her where the coke came from,

she told me Ben Lee
gave it to her.

Who's Ben Lee? Who's Ben...

Son of Clifford Lee.

He's the head of the Han Yi Tong.

Operates out of a dim sum
house on Mott Street.

What's the Han Yi Tong?

Uh, tongs are a Chinese
merchant organization.

Most of them are legit,

but some of them are a
front for the Chinese mob.

So Clifford Lee would
be like the godfather.

Oh, yeah.

How's Jane supposed to help
you get to Clifford Lee

based on one coke
buy off his kid?

When it comes to education,

Clifford Lee is
old-school Chinese.

His sons may be
drug-dealing criminals,

but they still need
to graduate college.

Ben Lee was one of her students.

She was tutoring him.

Twice a week, she
was in their house.

I told her I would drop
the possession charges

if she brought me
some solid intel

on Lee's criminal operations.

She said okay.

And somehow she tipped 'em off,

and they killed her.

That's it?

I just handed you a solid lead.
What, he wants more?

What is this?

Yeah, how about the truth?

Come on, Ryan. Keep it together.

You expect us to believe that
you worked a case for years,

and then one lucky
Saturday night,

you just happen to roll
up on the perfect CI?

See, I did my time in
Narcotics, Carver.

I know a shortcut
when I hear one.

Ah, gee, Ryan.

If I didn't know any better,

I would think you were accusing
me of something untoward.

Whoa. Hey.

You targeted Jane Herzfeld.

You planted those
drugs in her car,

and then you made
her help you out.

You--you sent her
in there alone--

no backup, no protection--
and now she's dead.

Yeah, well, I didn't
make her dead.

The hell you didn't.

You may have not
pulled the trigger,

but you're as guilty
as the creep who did.

What about you, man, hmm?

Look at yourself.

Word around the house is that
that creep used your gun.

What kind of cop can't keep
hold of his own weapon?

What did you say to me? Huh?

Let's go. Say it to me! Say it!

Say it! I want you to say it!
Say it to my--

Hey, break it up.

Break it up.

We're all cops here.

Okay?

If you're all done,

I think I'll take my leave now.

Yeah.
Thanks for your help, Carver.

You got it.

What are you trying to do?

You want the captain
to come in here?

Go cool off.

Guy's a jerk.

When I started in Narcotics,

I was so green.

I-I didn't know how
things got done.

One day, there's
this major bust--

a street gang cooking meth.

They're stacking up
guys in the bullpen,

taking their
statements one by one.

Place is a zoo.

I'm answering phones
in the squad.

Girl on the line,

name of Alisha, asking
for my lieutenant.

So I call out across the bullpen,

"hey, Lou, Alisha's on
the phone for you."

It was her tip that got
these guys nailed,

and all of 'em just heard
me call out her name.

Searched all day and all night,

looking for her,
before the gang could

get word back to the street
that she was a narc.

Did you find her?

I did.

Got her into Witness
Protection, but...

that was the stupidest thing
I'd ever done as a cop.

Until the day Jerry Tyson
got the drop on me

and stole my weapon.

Carver is a jerk...

but he's got a point.

Come on.

You know what Carver could
have a point about?

Is Ben Lee.

If Ben did tip to Jane,

then that's a strong motive.

You up for a trip to Chinatown?

Hell, yeah.

Yo.

Uniforms at Grand
Central caught a break.

They found a clerk who works at a
Mailbox Center around the corner,

who says he rented a box to
Jane on the day she died.

I'm gonna go check it out.
You want to roll with me?

No, I'm with Beckett.

Castle, you want to come?

Huh?

I-I was just thinking...

if our killer is someone
in Lee's organization,

then he must have gotten
your gun from Jerry Tyson.

Which means our killer may
know Tyson's whereabouts.

We nail him, we nail 3XK.

Yeah, but there's nothing
in Tyson's background

that indicates a connection
to the Chinese mob.

Maybe the shooter is
connected to the Lees--

someone Tyson's
crossed paths with

during his four years in prison,

someone working for the Tong.

If I find out who that someone
is, maybe we have our shooter.

Wading through four years
of prison records--

it's a lot of work.

I don't mind.

All right. Let's go.

Detectives.

I assume you're here about Jane.

Please, sit.

I understand Jane was
an employee of yours.

Is that correct?

She tutored my son Ben.
Oh, this is Ben,

my other sons, Philip,
David, Steven.

When was the last time
you saw Jane, Ben?

Last week.

We had an appointment the
day before yesterday,

but she canceled.

And where would you meet?

Sometimes at school.
Sometimes at my house.

Was Jane a good tutor?
Did you like her, Ben?

She was okay?

What's with all these questions?

He just said he hadn't seen her.

Philip.

The truth is, Mr. Lee,

we've uncovered some
information about Jane

that a man in your line of
work might find troubling.

You mean that she
was an informant?

Jane told me herself,
about a month ago.

She said that a bad cop

had framed her

and is forcing her to help him.

I told her that there was nothing
to tell this man about us

because we are
honest businessmen.

I hoped the fofficer would
grow tired of waiting

and leave her alone,

but unfortunately,
that did not happen.

I'm afraid your killer

may be closer to
home than you think.

We've already ruled
out detective Carver.

Of course.

And what were you...

honest businessmen doing between
10:00 P.M. and midnight

on the night Jane was killed?

We were home,
watching television.

Please feel free to speak to
any of my household staff

if you wish to verify
this information.

We will.

Hey, dad. What's all that?

Convict reports.

I'm trying to figure
out which bad guy

Jerry Tyson gave Ryan's gun to.

Any luck?

I'm looking for the proverbial
needle in a haystack.

Somewhere in that
box is a link to Tyson.

I'm just not seeing it.

Well, I'd offer to help,

but I've got all these
complaint letters to read.

What, did you drop out of school

and get a job in
consumer relations?

No.

The senior class made me

their Executive Liaison
Advocate to the administration.

Well, that sounds
like quite an honor.

Not really.

Ivy League schools look
fondly on applicants

who serve in student government,

and Alexis is beefing
up her resume

before she reapplies to Stanford.

Or anywhere, if I even
go to college at all.

Chelsea's been our advocate
for the last three years,

and when I told her I
wanted to be more involved,

she offered to step aside

and let me take
over the position.

Well, that was nice of her.

Not really.

- Again with the not really.
- Yeah.

I didn't know when
I agreed to do it,

but you just sit there
for hours and hours

and listen to everyone complain.

I-I think Chelsea
just got tired of it,

of figured she could
stick me with the job.

And I thought she was my
friend, but I guess--

Not really.

Face it, kiddo.

Chelsea set you up.

She set you up.

Your friend set you up.

The Lees' entire household staff

confirms that the
family was at home

watching television the night
Jane Herzfeld was killed.

Yeah, well, there's
no surprise there.

Hey, how'd it go
at Grand Central?

Good. I found this.

Check the tag.
It belongs to Jane Herzfeld.

Where was it?

At the Mailbox Center
where Jane bought a box.

She was using it as a
locker to hold this bag

along with $500 in cash.

- Hmm.
- There's men's clothes,

and toiletries mixed up in here.

And two tickets on the
late train to Phoenix

for the night she died.

She was looking to
get out of town,

but she wasn't going alone.

No names, so who was
going with her?

Her mystery man.

Her roommate said that
she was dating someone,

someone who had some
stuff to work out.

And Carver kept hassling
her to betray the Lees.

Maybe they figured it was just
smarter to get out of town.

But why Phoenix?

Maybe a drier climate.
It's an asthma inhaler.

But according to the
autopsy report,

Jane didn't have asthma, so it
must have belonged to the guy.

No prescription sticker,
but there's a bar code.

Yeah, I'm gonna call
the manufacturer

and have 'em trace it.

Oh, and in case her
traveling companion

was waiting outside for her,

I pulled video from the
bank security cameras

next door to the Mailbox Center.

Okay, stop. There's Jane.

And who's that with her?

Finn McQueen, Jane's
ex-boyfriend.

But he told us he hasn't
talked to Jane in weeks.

Jane was leaving town with Finn?

Nah. He's too tall for
the clothes in that bag.

- It's not him.
- Yeah.

Whoa.

Looks like he's trying to
talk her out of going.

What's that in his jacket?

That would be a weapon.

Looks like a Glock.

CSU found it under your mattress.

Where'd you get the gun, Finn?

I notice the serial numbers
have been filed off.

And that's the same
type of weapon

that was used to kill Jane.

That is not mine.

And your guy confirmed my alibi.

Alibis can be bought.

Video... doesn't lie.

You knew that Jane
was leaving town,

and you knew she was in love
with someone else, didn't you?

- He keeps saying he didn't do it, but that's...
- Beckett.

- a man with a guilty conscience.
- Beckett.

- We got word from ballistics.
- No match.

The gun's a Glock 17,
but it's not mine.

Detective Esposito. Gotcha.

I know who the killer is.

Thanks for getting back to me.

Castle, we just got
some bad news,

so no hypotheticals.

Just give us a name.

- Well, I have to start at the beginning--
- Name.

Jinhai Li Chang.

Okay, start from the beginning.

Thank you.
So I realized last night,

3XK would never give a
cop's gun to a friend.

A-a gun that hot would be
a curse, not a blessing.

But he would give it to an enemy.

- So?
- So I went over all the incident reports

involving Jerry Tyson during
his four years at Sing Sing,

and one report in
particular stood out.

Tyson got into it with a
guy in the weight yard,

and he ended up in the
infirmary with a broken jaw.

The jawbreaker's name--
Jinhai Li Chang.

Look familiar?

That's Philip, Clifford
Lee's oldest son.

Apparently papa Clifford
anglicized the family's names

when they moved into the country,

but he never bothered
to make them legal.

That's why it took me
so long to find it.

When Philip got his
weapons charge in 2008,

he was booked under
his Chinese name.

But if Philip and Tyson
were sworn enemies,

why would Philip accept the gun?

The two eventually
became friends.

It happens.

Not with Jerry Tyson.

That guy doesn't have any friends.
He's a psychopath.

He wanted payback, and
he was willing to wait.

Tyson sold Philip my
gun hoping he'd use it

in the future.

And then when Philip found out
that Jane was an informant,

he did just that.

Actually, Philip's motive

may have been a little
more personal than that.

The bar code on the inhaler
that we found in Jane's bag?

That inhaler was issued
to one Ling Mai Chang,

better known as Ben Lee.

Jane was leaving town with Ben.

So student and tutor become
boyfriend and girlfriend.

They were in love.
It's "Romeo and Juliet."

Well, Jane did have a thing
for reforming bad boys.

Yeah, but Asian gangs--
you're in for life.

There's no walking away.

So like Romeo and Juliet,

someone ended up dead.

Brother Philip found
out about their plans

to go to Phoenix together,

so he murdered Jane to keep
little brother in the fold.

Yeah, it's a great theory, guys.

There's just one thing missing.

Evidence, eyewitness accounts--

something to make
this case stick.

I know someone that
can help us out.

You here to let me out?

Not to let you out, Finn.

To set you free.

You cops, man.

What's that supposed
to mean, set me free?

The truth, Finn.

The truth sets you free.

I've been looking
for it all night.

I finally found it.

Who knew the truth would be
hiding in a juvie report

from 1996?

You got grabbed up moving paper

for a Chinatown bookie.

Do you remember who
bailed you out?

Hmm?

Clifford Lee.

You been working for
the Lees for years.

Little jobs, because, well,
Finn, let's face it,

you're kind of a screwup.

But you wanted more.

So when you found out
Ben Lee needed a tutor,

you recommended your ex...

Jane...

thinking it would earn you
points with the family.

Then you watched
it all go sideways

when Jane and Ben fell in love,

decided to leave town.

You thought...

what if the family blamed you?

'Cause no one leaves
the family business,

not even for love.

So you tried to make
her change her mind.

You fought.

But you couldn't change her mind.

So you made a call to Philip,

and then Philip
went and got Jane.

Remember this, Finn?

I talked to her mother.

She says you gave
this cross to Jane

on her 21st birthday.

She was holding it
when she died...

for comfort.

Because she knew
she was gonna die.

And she was so...

afraid.

Let me make sure I
got this straight.

Finn McQueen claims that
he phoned my client

and told him that his brother Ben

was leaving town
with Jane Herzfeld,

to which my client
allegedly replied,

"I'll take care of it."

Is that all you've got?

We've already
established that Philip

was at home with his family
when the girl was shot.

Well, then why was his cell
phone on West 12th Street?

Your client made a phone call

to his parents'
house at 11:30 P.M.

That call pinged off a tower
off the West Side Highway,

which is a couple of blocks
from our murder scene.

Were you calling your father,

letting him know
the job was done?

Please, detective.
His phone pinged?

You know that's not enough
to charge him with murder.

Not yet, but give me some time.

Listen, if your client
wants to talk deal--

Dream on.

Let's go, Philip.

You killed that girl, and you
used my weapon to do it,

and now I carry that weight.

Trust me when I say to
you that I will not rest

until I make you carry it, too.

Hey!

We're done here.

And if you attempt to contact
my client or his family again

without first
notifying my office,

we'll sue the department
for harassment.

All right. Okay.

We got it.

This is the second time

you've gone at the
Lees with nothing.

Now Philip Lee has lawyered up,

he's probably gotten
rid of the gun,

and he has four family members
and various household help

willing to alibi him for
the time of the murder.

The cell phone puts
him in the vicinity

- of the murder scene.
- Vicinity?

Finn McQueen said--

Finn McQueen cannot testify
to what happened, Castle.

He wasn't there.

Make your case.

But you do it now,

without harassing the Lee family.

Sir, we need to keep
leaning on them.

We need to keep the heat on.

No. You need to stay away,
and that's an order.

So what, we just write the
name of Jane's killer

in a file and we
let him walk free?

That makes us clerks, not cops.

Take the rest of
the day off, Ryan.

You need to clear your head.

It's not over yet, bro.

We just need someone
to go on record,

someone who knows what
happened that night.

Yeah. The only one who
really knows is Philip Lee.

Mm-hmm.

Where you going?

I'm gonna do just like
the captain said,

take the rest of the day off.

Hey.

Wherever you're going,
I'm going with you.

It's my fight.

And you don't want
me getting involved.

It's my case, too.

And you're my partner.

I'm taking a run at Ben Lee.

The Lees will have
him locked down.

I'm betting his old man won't
let him go out in public alone.

Then...

I guess we can't go in
there looking like cops.

Oh, snap.

Is that Philip?
Yo, what's good, son?

Man, I ain't seen you in a minute.
Man, how you been?

He thinks I'm my brother.
Happens with the gweilo.

- What's up?
- Move along.

Hey, man, why you
touching up on me?

Hey, man, you better
check your totem.

Hey, Philip, tell
him that we boys.

Tell your boy Thor

- that we boys.
- Yeah, let's go outside.

You can call Philip
on his cell later.

Philip, tell him!

Man, you've changed, Philip.

Hey, Ben.

You shouldn't be here.

I just want to talk.

About what?

About Jane.

Jane is dead.

So you let it all
just die with her?

What happened, huh?

College maybe got you thinking

that there's something
better out there

than being just a
low-life drug dealer?

Jane made you really want to try?

You can still get out.

And I promise, you'll be safe.

You cops and your promises, man.

Carver promised
Jane she'd be safe.

Look what happened.

You're talking about my family.

I'm talking about your life.

Jane died fighting your battle.

I know you can honor
her better than this.

Ben, you okay?

You know how to find me.

What the hell were
you two thinking,

going to see Ben Lee when Gates
specifically said "stay away"?

Who's gonna tell her, Beckett?
Not me.

Ryan, are you planning on telling
the captain what we did?

Not me. Castle?

Who me? No way.

Nice, smart-ass. And what about

and Gates gets a phone
call from their lawyer?

You two are gonna get benched.

Ben Lee's not gonna
tell his father.

- How do you know?
- Because...

I looked him in the eye and
I saw the pain he's in.

Maybe he's not man enough
to stand up for himself,

but he's not gonna
rat me out, either.

You guys took a hell of a chance.

Beckett, you're starting
to sound like a boss.

Just let me know next
time so I can help--

Detective Ryan.

There's someone here to see you.

Papa said you were down here.

Ah, you're a senior now.
You don't need to work this hard.

I have a test on Monday.

Blow it off. We'll go out.

I don't want to go.

Philip.

If they hadn't found Jane,
if she'd stayed hidden...

I never would've known
what happened to her.

Would you really
have let me wonder

for the rest of my life?

Sometimes it's a gift,
not knowing the truth.

So if she were just missing,
I could believe that

she were alive somewhere?

I could pretend...

like a child?

But she's not missing!

I don't like this.

Ben is supposed to lead
Philip to a confession

you guys, just give him a minute.

She's dead,

and I'm not a child.

In time, you'll see,
it was for the best...

Philip's dancing around it.

Look, the second he
acknowledges guilt,

we're moving in.

Come on. Come on.

Did she cry? Did she ask for me?

Ben...

Don't do this.

I need to know.

You're not thinking clearly.

We'll talk about this tomorrow.

If you don't tell me everything,
we can no longer be brothers.

You wearing a wire?

Ryan, he's tipping.

Maybe Ben can turn it around.

No, we have to pull him out now.

Just...

Wire. What is this?

Let me see. Open your shirt.

- I don't need to prove anything to you.
- Ben!

This is your last
chance, little brother.

Show me.

Let's go. Let's move.

You gonna shoot me now,

like you did Jane?

Don't push me.

Go to hell.

Get 'em up!

Down!

Traitor! Traitor.

Nei jian!

Nei jian!

You ruined my life!

No, Ben!

No, no!

Ben, put down the gun!

No! Don't!

No, Ben!

No!

Ben! No!

Get him outta here!
Ben! Oh, God, Ben!

Ben! Ben!

Call it in. Rush the bus?

They're on the way.

Ben!

I'm so sorry. Damn it.
I am so sorry.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

There's enough on a
tape to sway a jury

from reasonable doubt.

And the coke that we
found in your car

is a match for the residue
found on Jane's body.

And then...

there's this.

The gun that you pointed
at your brother.

Detective Ryan
positively identified it

as his stolen service weapon.

It is also the same gun

that was used to
kill Jane Herzfeld.

You're looking at murder one,

life with no parole.

My client has some information
that might interest the NYPD.

What kind of information?

Jerry Tyson...

3XK.

What about him?

When he gave me the
gun, we talked.

I know where he was headed,

and what name he's gonna use.

So Lee wants 15 to 25

with parole in ten for
giving us Tyson's new alias.

And I need to give the ADA

a recommendation.

This might be our chance
to get 3XK, Castle.

No.

It's a setup.

Jerry Tyson gave that
gun to Philip Lee

knowing he would use it,

so there's a good chance he knew

we'd eventually get to Philip.

Maybe. So what?

So nothing Tyson told
Philip would be the truth.

Giving Philip Lee a good
deal for bad information?

That's just another
win for Jerry Tyson.

Are you sure?

Sure enough.

Jane Herzfeld deserves justice--

life in prison for Philip Lee.
No deals.

We'll get 3XK

and we'll do it right.

Damn, Castle.

Look at you, thinking
like a real cop.

Hey, guys.

Hey. You could look
a little happier.

Today was a win, right?

Well, I keep thinking
about Seth Carver,

sending Jane into the
Lees', all alone,

with no backup.

Do I really get to call
myself a better cop?

You are a better cop, Kevin.

You're a better man,

because you didn't send
him in there alone.

Hey, there's your boy.

Ben... good to see you
back on your feet.

Hey, that was a pretty impressive
performance back there.

Yes, you have a future in
stunt work, my friend.

Guys, this is marshal Mike Drooen

from Witness Protection.

He's escorting Ben to his
new home in Los Angeles.

Detectives.
Ben, your plane leaves in an hour.

Thanks. I just need a minute.

Thank you.

I wouldn't have had the courage
to do what I did without you.

Well, you have your
life back now.

Live it on your own terms.

It's what she wanted.

Oh.

Let's, uh, keep this party a
little quiet, though, all right?

If the captain hears, I'm
sure she'll blame me.

Who's gonna tell her?
Not me. You?

- Nope.
- What about you, Ryan?

Mnh-mnh.

Well, then I think we're good.

Well, then... to my partner--

Kevin Ryan--

a credit to the job.

To Ryan.

To Ryan.

I'd like to make a toast.

To bravery...

And commitment...

To love and sacrifice...

To Jane.

To Jane.