Castle (2009–2016): Season 4, Episode 5 - Eye of the Beholder - full transcript

Mr. McHugh, Mrs. McHugh,

your support has helped us

make this a world-class
institution.

We have such amazing plans
for the new season.

I'll have Mr. Hayes
tell you all about

the exciting exhibits still
available for sponsorship.

Where is he?

Go get him.

I'm sure Mr. Hayes
will be here any second.

Myrna is freaking out, Owen.

Where is Mr. Hayes?

He's not in the west gallery.

I'm about to look
in the men's room.

Just keep looking for him.

Uh, excuse me...

Darling.

One second.

I'm just about to toss a guy
off the Brooklyn Bridge.

Oh, I am sure that...

"Carter Damon" would
appreciate a short reprieve.

Too late. He just went kersplat.

Now how can I help you?

I have invited my acting class

to come here Friday night

to do the Nora scenes
from "A Doll's House."

Thank you for the warning.

I will make myself scarce.

No, no, no. No, no, darling,
this class could really benefit

from your perspective
as a--as a writer.

No, you--you definitely
should be here.

Mother, what's going on?

There's a lovely
girl in the class...

- Oh, mother...
- and I just thought maybe--

you're not trying
to fix me up again.

Haven't you learned your
lesson after the last fiasco?

Fiasco? You married her.

Yes, and how did
that marriage end?

Honey, I am just
trying to help you.

You have to admit that
your social life has been

a bit anemic as of late.

Now I want to throw myself
off the Brooklyn Bridge.

Oh, darling.

All you have been doing
for the last few months

is writing and working
with Beckett.

Now I think a fix up is in order.

Unless...

Unless?

You have some reason for not
putting yourself out there.

Getting ready for your
close-up, Castle?

No, just trying to discern
the hidden meaning.

Is it about the
rise of technology,

rampant narcissism,

or did someone just have
a lot of extra TVs?

Well, sometimes you don't
need to know what it's about.

Sometimes it's just... art.

Why, detective Beckett, how
very existential of you.

Let me guess.
Art theory in college.

No. The closest I ever came
to taking an art class

was posing for one as a model.

Wait.

Posing in?

Not a stitch.

Meet Bryan Hayes, 39.

Executive director of the museum.

Looks like somebody gave him
liberty and gave him death.

Any idea when this happened?

Hayes was last seen at
10:00 by a Myrna Ramsey,

the museum's
development director.

His body was discovered
around 10:21.

So the killer must have struck
sometime within that window.

Killing him during the gala,

that's pretty ballsy.

My money's on he walked
in on the other crime

being committed here tonight.

It's called the "Fist
Of Capitalism."

A searing indictment of our
consumer-driven culture.

Somebody stole the
Fist Of Capitalism?

Anyone check up the
ass of socialism?

How much was it worth,
Mrs. Ramsey?

$50 million.

The diamonds alone
were worth 30.

The Fist was on loan to us.

Mr. Hayes assured the
owners it would be safe.

Y-you know, I notice
that you have cameras,

so there's obviously
a security system.

Why wasn't the alarm triggered?

It should've been, the moment
anyone stepped into this room.

My security team is trying
to determine why it wasn't.

Okay, well, we'll need a
list of all the people

who attended the gala

along with the videos
from the cameras.

Of course.

We'll also need to talk to
whoever found the body.

I can't believe this.

This is the worst day of my life.

Were you close to
Mr. Hayes, Alyssa?

We worked together.

I helped him curate this exhibit.

He was a lovely man

and very supportive of
young artists like me.

Oh, so you're an artist?

This is my day job.

Art is my passion.

Mr. Hayes even put one of my
sculptures in the exhibit.

Did Mr. Hayes have any family?

A mother in Idaho, I think.

So Mr. Hayes

was supposed to work the
crowd tonight, right?

What do you think he
was doing over here?

I know he was worried about
the "Fist Of Capitalism,"

especially with the gala

and the people and all
the distractions--

Wait. Are you saying
that he was worried

someone might steal the Fist?

Ever since it got here.

He even reviewed

the security video of the Fist,

going back two weeks,

to when we first
put it on display.

I thought he was being paranoid,

but... I guess he knew
something I didn't.

$50 million?

That's why Hayes was
AWOLl from the gala.

He came to check on the Fist.

But the thief was already
on his way out with it...

Through this gallery,

which put him on a collision
course with Hayes.

So Hayes confronts
him, they struggle,

- and Hayes get pushed into the spikes.
- And at that moment,

our thief becomes a killer.

A killer who gains
access to the museum

through the gala.

That's not likely.

All arriving guests

were screened at two
security checkpoints

and then greeted by board members

who knew them personally.

Odds are

the thief came in
through the roof--

an air vent probably-- and
then disabled the alarms.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

I'm Serena Kaye, the museum's
insurance investigator.

So if the thief got
in through the vent,

then how did he get out?

The loading bay.

The guards there checked
everyone entering,

but they didn't check
people leaving.

Plus, the bay was full
of catering vans.

He could've had one waiting for
him and just blended right in.

Oh, she's good.

At theory, but what about proof?

I don't need proof to
know that I'm right.

It's my job, and...

I can help you with yours.

How so?

I get a 1% finder's fee for
recovering stolen objects.

I want that Fist.

You want your murderer.

We have common goals.

I could consult on your
case and share my insight.

You know, that is
an intriguing idea.

No, thank you.
That won't be necessary.

Well, you can't blame
a girl for trying.

Mr. Castle, detective Beckett.

You know, we really
could've used her.

She has valuable assets.

Not those kind.

Castle, she'd just
get in the way.

Really?

And what if she's
on to something?

Ryan, check and see

if all of the catering
vans are accounted for

and interview all
the catering staff.

See if anyone saw anything
unusual in the loading bay.

Now was that so hard?

So for reasons unknown,

Hayes thought someone might
swipe the "Fist Of Capitalism."

We don't know why, but
he goes to check on it

and ends up paying for
it with his life.

Yeah, except as it turns out,

that's not what the
security video shows.

What does it show?

The Fist sitting there,
undisturbed in the gallery.

The thief tapped into
the camera lines

and rigged a prerecorded loop.

There's no prints,

but CSU did find what
they think is hair gel.

Hair gel?
Where would they find that?

In the air duct.

In the air duct?
That's just what Serena--

It's a lucky guess.

So was the call on
the loading bay.

What do you mean?

Two of the caterers recall
seeing a blue Astro van

parked there.

Same color as the catering vans,
but without the company logo.

Imagine that.

Did we get a description
on anyone in the van?

No, but I put an APB
out on it.

Beckett.

Oh, great. What'd you do now?

Shut up.

Detective,

I believe you've met Serena Kaye.

Hello again.

What are you doing here?

Ms. Kaye has presented me with...

a very compelling proposal.

Yeah, I am familiar
with her proposal.

Difference is, I
like what I heard.

Uh, captain Gates--
she has expertise,

which she can bring to bear
as a consultant on this case.

Sir, I prefer working
with my team.

Which includes a consultant
with no expertise at anything.

Serena will be a value
add for a change.

I look forward to
working with you.

Well, I will give you this,

you've got some gigantic balls.

What I said about the thief,
did I turn out to be right?

I'm about results, detective.

This is the best way for both
of us to get what we want.

Think of it as a merger.

More like a hostile takeover.

I'll have detective Ryan
bring you up to speed.

He bypassed security cameras
here, here, and here.

Then near as we can figure,

uh, he left via the loading bay

in a blue van.

And, uh, that's...

pretty much where we are.

What about the security footage

that Hayes was looking
at from two weeks ago?

If the killer had cased
out the exhibit,

maybe he's on that video.

Well--well, see, that--
that's the problem,

because security downloads

all the camera footage
into flash drives.

Now Hayes checked out one
of the flash drives,

but now it's missing.

It wasn't in his office,

and it wasn't on
his body, either.

Maybe the killer took it
because he knew he was on it.

So what's our next move?

Major case squad sent in a list

of all of the fences
that might be interested

in a piece like the Fist,

and so we are looking
into that now.

The Fist is too hot to handle
now that there's a body on it.

So the thief may try to
fence off the diamonds,

but he won't do business
with anyone on that list.

Anyone on it's yesterday's news.

Well, do you have a better idea?

Yo, guys.

Found something.
I was going over the security s--

Oh, detective esposito, this is

Serena Kaye.

She's with us.

Okay.

Anyhow...

uh, we found these
clamped to the wires

on the security system.

It basically cancels
out the alarm signals

before they reach the computer.

It's called an ISI or--

An inductive signal interrupter.

This one's custom made.
I recognize it.

From where?

From a report I read

on the 1992 Vermeer
theft in Brussels.

The same thief used these to
steal a dozen other paintings.

These are his signature.
I know who took the Fist.

It's Falco.

Falco what?
Does he have a last name?

No one knows.
He's never been caught.

He's never even
been photographed.

He's a top art thief in Europe,

though he hasn't worked in years.

Rumor was, he'd gotten
out of the game.

Well, nothing like $50 million
to pull you out of retirement.

Now that we have some direction,
I can get us some leads.

- Great. Let's go.
- You can't come.

I'm sorry.
You might have misunderstood

the word "consultant."

This is my case.

The people there
won't talk to cops,

but they'll talk to me.

Where are you going?

Uh, I'm not a cop, either.

So...

Fine.

She's with us?

Let's get a hold of Interpol.

I want to find out everything
we can about Falco.

You're an interesting man,
Mr. Castle--

crime fighter by day,
mystery writer by night.

You're pretty
interesting yourself.

So are we meeting a
secret informant?

Oh. I guess Beckett doesn't
just keep you around

for your good looks.

This place is as infamous
as it is anonymous.

Serena.

Why you been such a stranger?
You don't love me no more?

Oh, Vin. I've been busy.

Busy with what, Jason
Bateman over here?

Hey, that got me out of
a speeding ticket once.

Hey, Vin. This is time sensitive.

We can play catch-up later.

Right now I need to know

if anyone's moving D
flawless diamonds,

a lot of them.

Time frame?

They might have hit the market
as early as last night.

These babies hot?

Like a supernova.

Can't help you.

Well...

you know, there was--
there was a guy

who came my way a few days ago,

was real cagey-like.

Tried to take my temp
on a piece of art

covered with a crapload
of flawless D's.

Yeah, some sort of marble
hand or something.

This guy, what did he look like?

Serena was right.
Falco's a badass.

Look how fat his
Interpol file is.

He lifted a Renoir from
the Pushkin in '96

and a Monet in '99,

always using an ISI.

Doesn't look like Falco's
killed anybody before.

First time for
everything, I guess.

Yeah, especially when
Hayes stood between him

and $50 million.

Though according to Interpol,
Falco doesn't steal for himself.

He's more of a gun for hire.

Someone wants a Picasso,
he boosts it for 'em.

Which gives us a second
path to our killer.

If we can't find Falco, then
we look for whoever hired him

to steal the Fist.

I'll tell you who hired him.

Anton McHugh, my
son-of-a-bitch husband.

The Fist belongs to me and Anton.

We loaned it to the museum
from our collection.

Why would your husband steal it?

To screw me over.

Right, but you said
that he owns it.

He owns half of it.

You were going through a divorce.

Oh, we keep up appearances,

mostly because neither
of us will give up

the Fifth Avenue apartment.

But this?

This time, Anton
has hit a new low.

So then you're fighting
over the Fist?

I think it should
stay in the museum.

It's a work of art.

It should be enjoyed
by the public.

Right, but your
husband's not on board.

There's an understatement.

At our last meeting with
the divorce attorneys,

he screamed at me that he would

get the Fist back by
any means necessary.

Yeah, but saying that
he wanted the Fist back

doesn't necessarily mean that
he hired someone to steal it.

Yes, it does,

because he's tried
to steal it before.

Mr. McHugh, a curious incident
happened two weeks ago

when the "Fist Of Capitalism"
was on its way to the museum.

Two men claiming to be
from the moving company

tried to intercept it.

My understanding is, that was

a bit of a mixup.

Now there were no charges filed,

but both men had long
criminal histories.

I had nothing to do with this.

Never even so much as
made contact with them.

But interestingly, your
divorce lawyer did.

Made lots of phone
calls to the men

right before this mixup.

Where's Falco?

Who?

After your first failed
attempt to steal the Fist,

you decided to hire a
better class of thief.

Unfortunately, he ended up

killing Bryan Hayes
in the process.

Which makes you an
accessory to murder.

What?

You're out of your mind.

Wait a second.

I'll bet Joy is behind this.

Trust me, Mr. McHugh,

your divorce is gonna be
the least of your problems

if you don't tell
us where Falco is.

I never heard of any Falco,

and I didn't take the
Fist, all right?

The truth is, I didn't
even want the damn thing.

I just wanted Joy to
think I wanted it.

And why is that?

I thought if I made Joy

think it meant something to me,

she'd give me the
vineyard in Napa.

Now that it's gone...

that bag of Botox is
gonna clean me out.

So what do you think?

You believe him?

Well, e-either way,
we don't have enough

to subpoena the McHughs'
financials to, uh--

doesn't look like Falco
is working with McHugh.

Well, who was he working with?

The museum's director--
Bryan Hayes.

Our victim?

A man matching Hayes'
description met with

Serena's contact a few days ago,

asking about D flawless diamonds.

So Hayes was in on the theft?

He must have hired Falco
to steal the Fist.

Yeah, only Falco
decided to keep it.

So he murdered Hayes.

If Hayes was a coconspirator,
that might lead us to Falco.

Let's take a look at his,
um, financials--

- The usual.
- Yeah.

I'll work some of
my other sources,

see if we can get a line on him.

Oh, another jaunt into
Manhattan's seedy underbelly?

Count me in.

Sorry. No need for a
guy Friday on this one.

I'll just be making phone
calls, boring stuff.

But I'll catch you later?

Catch me anytime.

Kate...

Really?

An insurance investigator?

A sexy insurance investigator.

I think she'd make a great
character for my next book.

Well, you seem rather
taken with her.

I find her...

impressive.

What's she like?

She's an uncooperative, cocky,

stubborn know-it-all.

But she is good at her job?

Yeah, well, Castle
seems to think so.

And that bothers you.

Yes, of course it bothers me.

Why?

Because he's supposed to be...

Be what?

My partner.

I mean, he's supposed
to be on my team.

He's not supposed
to be all smitten.

Smitten?

Mother, I think "intrigued"
is a better word.

So what's our next move?

Move?

Oh, Richard, honestly.

Beckett has made it plain
that she's not available

for now.

And now you've met this woman.

She's smart, she's
incredibly attractive,

you're intrigued by her.

Why not ask her out?

It's complicated.

Why is it complicated?

You know why it's complicated.

Only what you've told me.

Kate...

what are you really scared of?

That he won't wait for you

or that he will?

Hey.

Hey. I figured that
you were with Serena.

No. She had a meeting with
her bosses this morning.

Oh. So you already saw
her this morning.

No. She texted me. Oh.

You thought that we were--

Yeah. I mean, you know,
it's pretty obvious

that she really likes you, so...

It is? Mm-hmm.

So then you think

I should...

Pursue it?

You know, I mean, suit yourself.

That, uh, getaway
van the thief used?

It was dumped in an
alley in Queens.

Any prints?

Nope. Wiped clean.
Very professional.

But CSU did find traces
of that hair gel

on the headrest.

They're trying to ID
the manufacturer.

Hey, Beckett, I got
that stuff on Hayes.

Well, during the past year,
the guy has shelled out

some major cash to pay for his
mother's long-term care bills.

Financially, the man
was deep underwater.

He probably thought the
Fist was his only solution.

We also found some suspicious
e-mails on his laptop.

Stuff about the museum's
security system.

Tech traced them to
an anonymous account.

Falco knows how to
cover his tracks.

One of them mentions a meeting
the day before the heist.

So if we can figure
out where they met,

it might lead us to
Falco's identity.

I'm guessing it took place

some time between
12:00 and 2:00 P.M.

Since that's the only time
Hayes left the museum.

Wait a minute.
I got something on his phone records

for that day.

11:06 A.M.
he made a one-minute phone call

to Ascana's restaurant.

He was making reservations.

How much you want to
bet it was for two--

him and Falco?

Sure. I remember Mr. Hayes.

Three days ago.
They sat in a corner booth.

So he was here with someone?

Definitely.

The two of them were having a
real intense conversation.

Do you remember what
this person looked like?

Uh, she was tall,

blonde,

gorgeous.

Wait.
Hayes was here with a woman?

That's right. She was in her
30's, but still really hot.

Wait a minute.

Did she look like...

this?

Yeah. That's her.

It's Serena.

She's our thief.

No, no. Thank you.

Hey. Just got off with
the insurance company.

Guess what Serena did
before she worked for them.

Kindergarten teacher?

Art thief.

Alleged art thief.

Whatever.

Suspected of pulling
off some major jobs

between '01 and '06--

Prado, Uffizi, Houston--

but they could never
pin anything on her.

Well, how the hell did she
end up working insurance?

About five years ago,

she went to the company and
said she wanted to make good.

Even told 'em where they were
going wrong with their security.

Let me guess. She suggested
that they all work together.

Well, at least she's consistent.

And nostalgic. Looks like she's
back to her old tricks again.

Only now she's added
a new one--murder.

That's why she knew how the
thief got into the museum.

She was the thief.

And then she partnered
up with us to steer us

to the mythical Falco.

She played me.

Don't worry, Castle.
You're not the only one.

She's in on it?

Uh, we're not exactly sure, sir,

but the evidence suggests--

I want her in custody,
detective, now.

Our case is circumstantial.

Get something concrete.

I will not have this department
publicly humiliated.

Yes, sir.

So where is she now?

At her hotel.

- She invited me for a drink.
- Did she?

Doesn't look like she's
in a rush to leave town.

Well...

Well, then we
press our one advantage.

She doesn't know we're on to her,

so we make a run at her
without her finding out.

And how are we gonna do that?

Simple.

Castle asks her out on a date.

I do?

It's what you wanted, isn't it?

All you have to do is keep
her out of her room.

And take her to the
restaurant at the hotel.

Then...

just show her a good time.

Thank you.

And while you keep
her occupied...

we get into her room.

So what am I doing on this date?

Am I trying to...

trip her up, get her to break?

No, just stall her--
make some jokes,

you know, small talk.

The important thing is to keep
her out of her hotel room

so we can search it.

So what do you say, Castle?

Think you can charm
her for an hour?

Are you serious?

Absolutely.

I was gonna give
you one more day.

And then you were gonna
ask me out yourself?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm a woman who believes in

going after what she wants.

I can see that.

Besides, I hardly
made it a secret

that I was attracted to you,

and I could tell you felt
the same way about me.

Well, looks like
neither one of us

are very good at keeping secrets.

Nothin' so far.

You find anything?

No.

Hmm. You really want to
nail this chick, don't you?

Yeah, well,

it's what we do, isn't
it, catch bad guys?

Yeah, but...

seems like it might be
about more than that.

Just keep lookin', okay?

So why choose to be

an insurance investigator?

It's really not something
most little girls

aspire to be when they grow up.

It's a recent career change.

Really?

What did you do before?

Actually, I was a thief.

Get out.

Well, that's what the
museums like to call me.

I prefer to think of myself
as an art retriever.

What's the difference?

Well, the pieces I took
had already been stolen

from their rightful owners--

taken by Nazis,
despots, governments.

Just because a piece
is in a museum

doesn't mean it belongs there.

Seriously?

I specialized in returning art
to their rightful owners,

starting with a small Rembrandt

an SS officer took
from my grandfather.

So you were kinda like the, uh,

female Indiana Jones,

only without the hat and whip.

Well, without the hat.

It's gettin' hot in here.

I have an idea.

Why don't we skip dessert?

Oh, well... what's the rush?

I hear the strawberry
shortcake here is excellent.

Wouldn't you rather
come up to my room

for a drink?

The, uh, strawberries

are supposed to be really fresh.

Well, great.

We can order them
from room service...

with extra whip cream.

I think I found something.

It's a message between Serena
and a bunch of fences.

Guess who's trying to
sell D flawless diamonds.

I think I found something, too--

the tools of the trade.

As well as an ISI.

Mm.

There it is.

The skyline suite.

Hey!

What--what are you doing here?

Arresting you for theft...

and murder.

Wait. So now you're telling me

that you don't believe
she's in on this?

Why would she tell
me she's a thief?

Why offer that up?

Because she's feeding
you just enough truth

so that swallowing
the lies is easier.

I don't think she's behind this.

Yeah, well, you're thinking
with the wrong body part.

It was only a kiss.

I was doing what you told me to,
keeping her occupied.

I was trying to give
you enough time

so that you could
search her room.

Yes, the room-- the
room where we found

the suitcase and the e-mail,

which all stands as evidence
against her right now.

I just think we should give
her a chance to explain.

We? No, there is no way

we're going in on the
interrogation together.

Oh, come on.

I'm sorry, Castle, but right now,

based on this conversation and
your behavior in that hotel,

it is obvious that you
have been compromised.

I was only doing...

what you asked.

I thought I'd sit this one out.

I gotta hand it to you.

This whole long con
you've got going...

It's impressive.

Cozying up to
insurance companies,

telling them that you
want to go straight,

all the while waiting
for your next score.

What are you talking about?

The only catch was that
you knew you needed Hayes

but you knew you couldn't
get away with it

if you let him live,

so you insinuated yourself
into my investigation

to cover your tracks.

And here I thought Rick was
the only writer on your team.

Rick? You guys on a
first-name basis now?

Well...

he was making out with her
in the hotel hallway.

Beckett told me to stall her.

She also tell you to use tongue?

I don't need to spin stories.

I've got you meeting Bryan Hayes

the day before the heist.

Yes, to go over
security for the gala.

He was concerned.

Concerned?

He was involved.

I didn't know that it was
all an act at the time.

If that meeting was so innocent,

then why didn't you tell
us about it before?

Because it's not like I'm
particularly proud of the fact

that I didn't figure
out what he was up to.

If I had, then the sculpture
wouldn't be stolen,

and he might still be alive.

Man, she's really
selling the whole

"thief with a heart of gold" act.

Maybe it's not an act.

She is being really
calm in there.

Yeah, like strangely calm.

Maybe she didn't do it.

Either that or she's a
psychopath, in which case...

you sure can pick 'em.

We found the tools that you used

to break in to the museum--

the rope, grappling hook,

lock picks.

I specialize in recovery.

The insurance companies
don't care how

I get the pieces back,
just that I do.

So basically, you're
still a thief.

Recovery, not theft.

And what part of recovery
involves trying to sell

D flawless diamonds
on the black market?

Falco may try to
move those stones.

I was trying to flush out
his possible fences.

Listen, I've done my
homework on you, detective.

I know that you're a
smart, methodical cop

with great instincts.

And those instincts are
telling you right now

that I'm innocent.

For some reason,
you're ignoring them.

Why is that?

Ms. Kaye, your job is
recovery, as you call it.

My job is to solve this homicide.

Then why don't you put
aside your personal agenda

and ask me for my alibi

so we can move on with
this investigation?

For the record, I was
in a business meeting

with one of my bosses
when I got the call...

if you want to check.

If you're telling the truth,

then why have you been
going behind our backs?

Because in my experience, the
police just get in the way.

My job's to recover the
sculpture, not play nice.

But you're right.

I've been treating this like a
regular case, and it's not.

So I promise, from here
on out, no more secrets.

It won't be necessary.

We won't be working
together anymore.

Would it change your mind if I
told you, I know who Falco is?

What you're watching right now

is security footage
from the museum exhibit

from two weeks ago.

You stole Hayes' flash drive?
That's why it went missing?

Remember, you're trying
to get us to trust you.

At least I meant it
when I kissed you.

It wouldn't have
done you any good.

You wouldn't know
what to look for.

You see that guy right there?

He's casing the joint.

How can you tell?

Trust me. I can tell.

- So you're saying that's--
- Falco.

Well, why didn't you
tell us this before?

Well, I just didn't get
a chance to show you.

- I guess you were busy.
- Okay, okay.

Perhaps we can just focus
on getting this guy.

Well, how's this
supposed to help?

We don't even know his real name.

Well, the only thing we can do
is send photos out to TSA

and put out an APB.

Otherwise, without
more information,

it's not gonna do us any good.

What if I could tell you which
hotel he was staying at?

The gel in the vents and on
the headrest of the van?

CSU identified it as
a proprietary formula

made exclusively for
the Wessex hotel.

There's only one in the city.

Let's get the photos out
to the hotel employees.

If one of them recognizes
him, we got him.

Right on.

- NYPD!
- NYPD!

Let me see your hands!

Let me see your hands right now!

Hands, right now!

Hello, Falco.

Falco?

I've got no idea what
you're talking about.

My name is Holt. William Holt.

Yes, William Holt,
British passport.

You just got into
town two weeks ago.

You also happened
to be in Bilbao

ten years ago when the
Pissarro went missing,

and then in Berlin 15 years ago

when that El Greco disappeared.

Don't know anything about that.

Drop the act, Falco.

We've got a video of
you casing the museum

two weeks ago.

That is you, isn't it?

Whenever I come to a new town,

I always take time out to
admire the city's treasures.

Is that a crime?

No, no.

But sneaking back in
and stealing them is.

Look familiar?

It was used to disarm

the security systems
in the museum.

They also found matching
ones in Bilbao and Berlin.

If you say so.

I, for one, have never
seen anything like that.

The hotel that you're staying it,

it's nice, isn't it?

They even have their very own
exclusive hair products.

Hair products that left a trace

in the air duct system.

And by the way, uh... hair gel?

Not very manly.

Hundreds of people are
staying at my hotel,

and I'm pretty sure

you didn't find prints on that.

So...

what exactly were you
planning to book me on?

This Falco person
you're chasing...

are you sure he's your guy?

From what I know about
him, he's no murderer.

He may not be as
involved as you think.

He's trying to tell us something.

Yeah, to politely go to hell.

No, he went out of his way to
tell us, he's not the murderer.

Well, most people do
that in the room.

CSU come back with
anything from the hotel?

Nothing.

No equipment, no Fist.

What are you thinking?

He knows something.

But he can't tell us

without admitting he was there.

Let me talk to him.

You're kidding, right?

He's a suspect, and
you're not even a cop.

No, I'm a thief, like him.

He'll talk to me.

Whoa.

Bad cop struck out,

good cop gets a turn?

I'm not a cop.

Then who are you?

That depends on who you ask.

I'm Der Geist in Zurich,

Pantera in Spain.

Police nationale
know me as Gaston.

But you...

probably know me as...

Jackal.

The Prado.

'07?

Are you saying that was you?

Mm-hmm.

How'd you get by
the sound sensors?

I had the Russian build me
a wave cancellation box.

I heard he built one for
you for the Boston job?

That's no easy exit, Prado.

How did you get the piece out?

The guard was so busy
checking out my assets

that he didn't notice me

cut the trip wire
on the Goya's back.

I came in later on a skyline
and whipped it right out.

I'll be damned.

But now you're here,

working with the cops.

So you must have got caught.

Mm. I got smart.

One day you realize

that you or someone else
is going to get hurt.

I didn't kill him.

But you were there.

Think she'll get him to talk?

Who knows, Castle?

Maybe she'll kiss it out of him.

I wasn't hired to steal the Fist.

My contact told me
that I was being paid

to test their security
for vulnerabilities.

I was to break in,
disable the alarm,

and walk out undetected,
all before 10:00 P.M.

And for my trouble,

I got 200 grand in advance.

Who hired you?

Oh, church and state, love.

Everything goes through
a third party.

You know that.
It's safer that way.

Mm. Yeah, until you get set up.

The real thief needed you
to disable the alarms.

Yeah, apparently.

What'd you see?

Nothing at first.

I mean...

it had all been too easy.

I got halfway back
to the loading bay

when it hit me--

I mean, I'd already
disabled the alarms, right?

And it was just,
oh, sitting there.

You went back for the Fist.

It's an awful lot of
temptation, $50 mil.

When I got back to the room,

there was a woman walking
toward the Fist.

So I got the bloody
hell outta there.

This woman, what
did she look like?

I barely got a glimpse.

All I can say for sure is,

she was wearing a black dress.

Come on, Beckett.

He's got no reason to lie.

He's a thief.
He's got plenty of reasons to lie.

Not about this.

He knows you've got
nothing on him.

All he had to do was wait, and
you'd have to release him.

If Falco is telling the truth,

then with Hayes' money trouble,

the $200,000 payment to
Falco rules him out.

Then why would he go to the bar,
asking about fencing diamonds?

Because he was paranoid

someone was trying
to steal the Fist.

Not paranoid. Right.

Which means our killer's probably

whomever Falco saw going in
to the room with the Fist.

And when Hayes got in the
way, she spiked him.

Did he say anything about
what the woman looked like?

Just that she was
wearing a black dress.

There were over 200
people at that gala,

and half of those women
were wearing black.

And more importantly,

if she didn't leave
by the loading dock,

then how did she get the
Fist out of the museum?

Yeah. How did she?

She waits for Falco to
finish disabling the system,

and then she comes
in through the gala.

And with the alarm
system deactivated,

she grabs the Fist.

But Hayes is paranoid
about security,

so he comes in to
check on the exhibit.

He catches her...

and she's forced to kill him.

Now she's in a hurry to leave

before someone discovers her
with the Fist and a body.

Ah, but she can't take
it out through the gala

without being spotted...

And she can't take it
through the loading bay

without one of the catering staff

noticing her dressed in black.

Well, those are the
only two exits.

And both of those choices
leave too much to chance.

She would've easily
gotten caught.

So if she can't take
it through the gala

and she can't take it
through the loading bay,

how the hell did she
get it outta here?

Maybe she didn't.

What do you mean?

What I mean is...

What are you doing?!

It never left the museum.

Mr. Castle.

Looks like I broke
this case wide open.

You needed to see me, detective?

Yes, we need to talk to you
about your installation.

Oh, my God. What happened?

It's a new interpretation

I'm working on.

I call it... busted.

It's ruined.
Who the hell did this?

More to the point, who
put the Fist in it?

The Fist was inside it?

That way, the thief
didn't have to worry

about smuggling it out.

She could simply
rejoin the party.

She?

We know that whoever
stole the Fist

was a woman wearing
a black dress--

the same woman that
killed Mr. Hayes.

If I remember correctly,

you were wearing a black
dress that night.

So was every woman in here.

Yes, but only one of them knew
that there was a compartment

inside that piece nearby.

It was the perfect plan

until Bryan Hayes
showed up and saw you.

Wait. I-it wasn't me.

I swear.

You mean, it wasn't just you.

You didn't have the
money to pay Falco,

but you did use your position

to place the piece
in the exhibit.

I didn't place anything.

My piece was selected
by the board,

just like all of the art in here.

Yes, and when the
exhibit was done,

it would come back to you,

only worth about
$50 million more.

No, it wasn't coming back to me.

I sold it last week.
It was going to...

Oh, my God.

I found Alyssa's work compelling.

I'm not sure why I'm having
to justify my taste in art.

Because this particular
piece just happened to have

a bronze Fist in it.

You found my Fist.

Yes, right where you put it.

You know, right about now is
where you should be thinking

about whether pushing Hayes
was an accident or not,

because that's gonna make

a 30-year difference in
your prison sentence.

You think I did that
to Bryan Hayes?

Now we've obtained a warrant
for your financials,

and we will find
evidence of the $200,000

you paid to William Holt,

also known as Falco,
to disable security

at the museum.

I'm sorry, dear. You've lost me.

CSU found your fingerprints
all over the Fist.

Of course they did.
It belongs to me.

Bloody fingerprints-- his blood,

your prints.

It's over.

You killed a man, Mrs. McHugh.

You don't understand.

My husband was going
to take it away.

I just took what was
rightfully mine.

Bryan Hayes showed
up out of nowhere.

He saw me with the
Fist in my hands.

What was I supposed to do?

You know what's ironic?

Your husband would've
let you have the Fist.

He didn't even want it.

The DA said that her husband
called several times,

begging to testify against her.

Mm. When can I collect the Fist?

The insurance company's asking.

Well, it's in evidence.

Once the case is resolved,
they'll release it.

I want to thank you.

I couldn't have done
this without you.

I'm really grateful.

So does that mean you're cutting
me in on the finder's fee?

I'm not that grateful.

Well, I, uh...

think we all ended up
with what we wanted.

Yeah.

Um, you know...

after you and Castle
went on that date--

More like a sting.

He... never thought
that you were involved.

Oh.

He believed in you,
even when I didn't.

Why are you telling me this?

I just--I, I think
that you should know

what kind of person
you're dealing with.

Here we are, ladies.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Anything wrong?

Uh, no. I should--

I'm just gonna go and
file some stuff.

Uh, and I'm--I'm going
back to my hotel.

I would ask you to come,

but... it's like I said,

I don't steal things that
belong to someone else.

You guys didn't go out?

No.

Why?

Because I can't afford it.

The museum just slapped
me with a bill

for that exhibit I broke.

Whoa.

I know.
You'd think they cut me slack

after the whole "helping to
solve the murder" thing.

I guess the least
the NYPD could do

is take you out for a hamburger.

I accept.

Let's go.

I could put Alexis
through college on this.

Yeah, and med school.

Thank God I'm rich.