Castle (2009–2016): Season 4, Episode 7 - Cops & Robbers - full transcript

This is outrageous, sir.

Y-you are nothing but a
well-dressed loan shark.

Ms. Rodgers, I assure you,

this is a very competitive interest rate...

...considering your financial history.

However, if your son cosigns--

- Yes.
- No, no, no, no.

This is my loan, not his,

to pay for repairs to my
acting studio, not his.

If you just let me cosign the loan,

or I could just give you the money.

Richard, I'm a businesswoman now.

I do not want your money.
I do not want your signature.

Thank you very much.

It's the principle.

No, Ms. Rodgers,

it's the interest.

And I've just lost mine. Excuse me.

I have $1 million...

Into this now, so...

What do you want, Castle?

Tell me you need me.

Excuse me?

I'm stuck at a bank,

helping my mother get a
loan from my banker.

Please tell me that there's
a murder somewhere

we could be solving.

Uh, sorry,

there is no dead body,
just a lot of paperwork,

which welcome you to come
and do your share for once.

I wonder if it's worse being here or

being there doing paperwork.

You know how can we be partners
when I'm chasing down bad guys,

and as soon as there are paperwork,
I'm on an solo mission?

What?

I think this bank is about to be robbed.

Really? Are you that bored?

There's a man and a woman here

dressed in scrubs,

and both of them have suspicious
bulges in their jackets.

Castle, I think your writer's imagination

It's not my imagination.

It's definitely not my imagination.

Move, move, move, move,
move, move, move, move.

Oh my God!

Castle, what's happening?

Oh, my God.

On the floor! Get down! Move, move.

Ok, ok.

Where are you?

I'm at the New Amsterdam
Bank & Trust on Lex.

Esposito, there's a 10-30,

New Amsterdam Bank & Trust on Lex.

Call dispatch.

10-30? Since when we are
handling bank-robbery cause?

Castle's there.

Slide up your cell phones. Now!

- Cell phones.
- Hurry up, now, come on!

Yo, you get that one? Slide that up here.

I said slide up your mobiles!

- Move away from your stations.
- Slide 'em up. Come on.

I'm hiding behind a desk with my mother,

but I can see everything.

They're wearing doctor scrubs.

One of them is emptying the cash drawers.

You, bank manager... move over here.

Another one is going for the bank manager.

He's getting manager's key.

He's going to the back of bank.

We got squad cars en route.

Castle, I need you to
listen very carefully.

How many are there?

There are three.

Make that four.

So you're the hero I'm
gonna make an example of.

Sorry. Your friend can't talk right now.

I wouldn't worry about him.
I'd worry about yourself.

I've got squad cars on their way.

Are you a cop?

You called a cop?

No. We were already on line
when you guys came in.

Listen to me. So far, nobody has been hurt

and nothing has been stolen.

So if you just leave the
same way that you came in,

you can just disappear.

You gonna promise not to come look for me?

I don't look. I hunt.

And trust me, you don't want that.

So leave now,

and this will just be a
quirky little article

in the Metro section.

Sorry, sweetheart.

I'd rather make the front page.

Let's go.

Dr. Howser, Dr. Quinn,

cops are gonna be here
sooner than we thought.

Now kiss the floor, like the others.

Come on. You, too. Get down.

Dr. Huxtable, let's go.

Bank cameras are down.

Memory drives are destroyed.

Cops!

All right, doctors, we trained for this.

You know what to do.

Looks like we're all gonna get
to know each other a lot better.

I want SWAT analysis, sitrep,

building blueprints, five minutes.

Who are you?

Detective Kate Beckett, Homicide.

I'll be sure to call if someone dies.

Meanwhile, I need you to step outside...

No, sir. My partner is in that bank.

Wait. We got a cop in there?

He's a civilian investigator.

He and I were on the phone
when they took over the bank.

He said that there's
four suspects in there.

They're dressed up in doctor scrubs.

Anything else you can tell me?

Yeah, I spoke with one of the suspects.

Then what was his demeanor?

Calm, actually. Very calm.

Thanks for the intel.

We'll do everything we can to
get your partner out safe.

Okay, so what's our next move?

Well, your next move is
to leave my command post.

You want to help your partner,

let me do my job.

I need a line to that bank.

I want to talk to this guy.

Yes, sir.

You miss your cue, detective.

All right.

I'm gonna make this real simple.

You move...

You die.

Got it?

Is anyone hurt?

All right.

Stay relaxed.

Do as they say.

We'll get through this.

The cops will get us out.

What did you find out?

That our services aren't needed.

Espo, do you still have buddies in E.S.U.?

Of course.

Good. I want to know what they know.

And let's get ahold of major crimes,

find out if there are any other
rubberies with similar M.O.s.

The more we know about these guys,

the more leverage we got.

Detective Beckett.

Captain Peterson would like a word.

Tell me, what were you thinking?

I was just trying to help out, sir.

What, by charming the bank robber?

- What?
- We get him on the horn,

but before I can get two words out,

he says, and I quote, "I will only talk

to the lady cop the one
with the bedroom voice."

Yeah. You wanted in?

Well, you're in.

No, sir.

I don't have any training
in hostage negotiations.

Well, I don't have time
to give you a seminar,

so think of it like this--

You do the opposite of what ever

homicide training tells you, okay?

So don't yell, don't bully,

don't--don't threaten him in any way.

It's all about keeping them calm.

Detective...

You up for this?

Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.

Now it's important to keep him talking.

You gotta build a rapport.

As long as he's busy talking,
he's not busy hurting hostages.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Who's this?

This is detective Kate Beckett.

I understand that you
wanted to speak with me.

Yeah, I don't like that other guy.

Yeah, me neither.

You said to build a rapport.

So what's your name?

You can call me Trapper John.

A "MASH" fan? It's nice.

So how you doin'?

Anything I can do to help?

Oh, Kate, Kate, Kate,

you're running that idiot's
playbook, aren't you?

What did captain confidence tell you,

keep me calm,

build a rapport,

extract information.

Here's how it's gonna work--

You lie to me, I kill hostages.

You jerk me around, I kill hostages.

If you storm the bank, I kill hostages.

And, Kate...

I'll start with your boyfriend.

Well, we learned one thing.

What's that?

He's not a punk who just woke up

and decided to rob a bank.

He knows what he's doing.
He knows our playbook.

This guy's a pro.

S.W.A.T tap into the, uh,
camera the bank yet?

Stil working on it, sir.

Also there's a Susan Craig from
the bank's main branch on line 4.

Sir, what do you want me to do?

- Nothing.
- I'm sorry?

It's not a homicide, detective.

Not about moving forward

or digging for the next clue.

Here sometimes, no move is the best move.

Let Trapper John think about things

and we'll call him back.

This is your fault, you know?

He called the cops.

I saw him.

If it wasn't for this guy,

the bank robbers would've come and gone,

we'd all be outta here.

No. No, the cops were coming anyway.

The bank robbers, they screwed up.

They pulled the bottom bills
from the cash drawer.

Which automatically triggers
the silence alarm, ok?

No one's fault.

Simone,

how far along are you?

32 weeks.

Holding a pregnant woman hostage?

They should let you go.

Lady, they're not letting her go.

They're not letting any of us go.

I've seen this movie before.
I know how it ends.

All of us dead.

We are not gonna die.

We gonna be fine.

I work with the police, and my
partner's gonna get us out.

Dr. Huxtable.

Mr. Davenport,

what's behind those doors back there?

Restroom, break rooms, security room,

and the safety deposit boxes.

I saw them take a key
from around your neck.

What does it open?

Yeah, that's my security key
for the safety deposit boxes.

Something is going on here.

Why does he keep going back there

when there's a vault full
of cash up there untouched.

Richard, I know that look.

Please, curiosity kill the cat.

Something weird is going on here.

We need to figure it out what it is.

And I know exactly what to do.

Don't worry, mother.

I saw this work on "Die Hard".

Oh, great.

Uh, Mr. Howser.

Excuse me, Dr. Howser.

You got a death wish?

No, just a small bladder.

And, uh, unfortunately,

it looike we're gonna be here for a while.

So unless you like it messy,

now might be a good time

to start arranging some restroom runs.

Thank you.

So... why Doogie Howser?

I mean, there's so many cool
TV doctors you could pick--

Dr. House, Dr. Shepherd, Dr. Phil.

Shut up.

Anything?

All bad news.

E.S.U. can't get eyes or ears inside.

Bank cameras are disable,

the walls are too thick
to drill from outside.

So what if E.S.U. storms the bank?

That'll be going in blind.

And in your experience, in this scenario

what are the hostages' chance of survival?

Hey, um, I'm sorry about before--

Oh, please.

- It's--
- It's the job.

- Yeah.
- Actually, I'm a fan.

"A Midsummer Night's Dream,"

- you played Titania...
- Oh, my goodness.

In Shakespeare in the Park.

That was in the '80s.

How could you possibly remember that?

Oh, you're unforgettable.

If I have to die,

I'm glad I'm going with
someone who knows my work.

Thank you.

All right. Who else needs the loo?

I'll go.

Did you learn anything?

Two things.

Firstly, the restrooms here
at the bank are quite lovely,

excepting for the lack of windows

or any other means of escape.

Second, and more importantly,

I was right.

Something odd is going on.

I saw Trapper John in the
safe deposit box room,

he pulled out a box

and he was removing letters and photos.

And he didn't break in, either.
He used both keys.

Well, one's my manager's key.

The other one must be owner's key.

Is this a very strange
time for Trapper John

to get something from his safe deposit box.

Well, I'm assuming the box isn't his.

These guys set off the alarm on purpose.

They wanted this hostage stand up.

I mean, come on. Look at these guys.

They're professionals, right?

They know better than to take

the bottom bills from the cash draw.

But why?

Time.

Safe deposit box keys don't
have numbers on them.

So if it's not his key,

he'd have to try every lock
until he got to the right box,

and that would take time.

Okay, Mr. Davenport,

the--the box he pulled

was on the north wall.

It was four columns over, three boxes down.

That would be box...

120.

Okay.

We figure out whose box that is,

we can figure out what these
people are really up to.

Yeah, well, I don't think

they're gonna let us use the computer.

Maybe we won't have to.

Mother, the bracelet I gave
you for your birthday.

Oh, no. I love this bracelet.

All right.

Captain, it's him.

Remember the strategy.

Yeah.

Hey. How's it going?

So far, so good.

Yeah, and how are the hostages?

Pretty concerned about the
pregnant bank teller Simone.

It's kind of a stressful situation.

You might wanna get her out of there.

No, no, no, Kate.

You gotta give before you can receive.

Okay. What would you like?

A bus...

With tinted windows,

that'll take me, my partners,

and my hostages to teter boro airport.

There, you're gonna have a plane waiting

to take to the foreign country
of my choosing, now you do that,

I give you the knocked up bank teller.

Once we land in paradise,

I'll release the rest hostages.

And, Kate...

You got three hours.

All right, Monfriez, find me a bus

with tinted windows and get it over here.

Wait a minute. You're actually
giving him what he wants?

Of course not. The only way that
guy is leaving the building

is either in handcuffs or a body bag.

But if it comes to it,

I can use that bus to lure the robbers out

and have snipers take 'em out.

What the...

You see that?

Yeah.

That's Morse code.

Stop, Richard.

Clear.

Uh, S-D-B-1-2-0,

over and over again.
What do you think it means?

Someone's initials or a code.

- Same day bank.
- Save decimal--

Wait. Wait, sa--

Um, could be, uh... safe.
Safe?

S-D-B. Safe deposit box.

Safe deposit box 120. That's it.

Really? What would a safe deposit box

have to do with anything?

I don't know, but if
Castle when to the trouble

of sending that message,
it means something.

How do you know it's him?

Trust me, it's him.

Safe deposit box number 120
belongs to a married couple,

Agnes & Gideon Fields.

Anything special about the box?

No, just that bank record show
they both access it monthly.

I'll get my team to check it out.

Richard...

Be innocent, be innocent.

You're indicating.

See? Even a layman can spot
an uninspired performance.

Yes, mother.

When I was coming back,

I-I got a glimpse inside
their--their duffle bag.

There were white bricks

with wires and timers attached to it.

I-I think it could be C-4.

C-4? Are you sure?

Yeah. They're gonna blow us all up.

- Calm down. Just calm...
- How could I supposed to calm down?

We all have families.

Now, calm down.

What's your name?

- Sal. Sal Martino.
- Okay.

You got a wife, Sal, kids?

Yeah. I have a son.

What's his name?

Connor.

I bet the only thing you can think about

is seeing him again. Am I right?

You have no idea.

Good.

So you just keep thinking on that.

You think about how you gonna
see Connor again real soon.

Because I'm gonna figur out ways
to get all of us out of here.

I promise.

I need some air.

Damn. Why is there no air in this place?

What the hell is going on here?

I thought this was about
a safe deposit box.

Why would they need C-4?

Maybe they don't want anyone to
know what they stole from that box

and the C-4 is to make sure
that no one ever does.

Agnes and Gideon Fields, open up, please.

This is NYPD.

This doesn't make any sense.

What could the old couple's
safety deposit box

have to do what's going on in that bank?

Maybe everything.

The bank said that Agnes and Gideon

were accessing their box
once a month, right?

I just got a text from the precinct.

Gideon Fields died four years ago.

So whoever's accessing that box wasn't him.

Agnes, this is the NYPD.

Open up, please.

The radio's on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We can't go there.

We--we don't have a warrant.
We don't have probable cause.

Bro, Castle's life depends on this.

Did you just hear that?

I think I just heard someone
yell out "Help, police!"

"Help, police!"
There it is again.

NYPD! Agnes!

Yeah.

It's Agnes.

What the hell is going on?

Looks like the owner of
our safety deposit box

has been dead maybe a week.

Ligature marks on her neck
indicate strangulation.

What'd you find at the crime scene?

The place is trashed.

The killer was looking for something.

There's a broken key chain
necklace on the body,

but there's no key.

Ok, that might be where she kept
the key for the safe deposit box.

I don't get it

this is a little old retired librarian.

What could possibly be
in her safe deposit box

that would be worth doing all this.

Nazi gold, cold fusion,

map to Atlantis.

Hey, Castle Jr.,

could you maybe start
thinking like a cop, please?

I am.

Are you?

It had to have been something huge,

that was worth killing her over, right?

Hey, super cop,

check it out.

- What is it?
- It's a bug.

It's not from a spy shop, either.

This looks professional.

Listen, I need you to dig up

everything you can on Agnes Fields.
I gotta go.

They're here, aren't they?

My dad and my gramma...

- I know they were coming to this bank...
- Alexis

and no one's answering their phones,

and my dad always takes my phone.

- And you're here.
- Listen, everything is gonna be fine, ok?

But they are inside that bank.

What is it?

I need to get over to those windows

to get a message to Beckett about the C-4.

Oh, come on, Richard.

Please. It is too dangerous.

We are hostages. Behave accordingly.

Please.

Don't, Richard...

Uh, Dr. Quinn.

What's your problem?

Uh, it's just, where I come from,
Dr. Quinn,

we don't make pregnant
women sit on hard floors.

Is it all right if I get some
cushions from the sofa for her?

Make it fast, pretty boy.

Thanks.

Stop!

Oh! Right there!

Stop or I'm going to shoot.

Air. Air.

- Hey! I said stop!
- I need air.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I need...

Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Air.

Sal, stop.

On the floor.

Don't! Don't shoot!

Easy! Easy! Don't shoot!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot.

He's having a seizure.

Sal, easy, easy.

Great, epilepsy.

This guy needs help.

Then help him.

Hey, look, Dr. Quinn,

the man just had a grand mal seizure.

So unless you realy are a medicine woman

he needs a hospital now.

Get Trapper John. Move!

Perfect.

The fake doctor calls in another
fake doctor for a consult.

What am I supposed to do?

Nothing. We're doing everything we can.

You don't understand. They're all I've got.

Do you here me? They're all I've got.

Alexis, listen to me, I promise you,

they are gonna be okay.

They better.

Beckett.

Incoming call.

Ok, I'm gonna go. Stay with her.

Hey, it's Ash. I'll hit you back.

Ash, I know you're busy, but I need you.

My dad, he's...

You've got to call me back right away,

as soon as you get this.

I really need you.

Beckett.

Look, Kate, one of the hostages just
had a epileptic fit and passed out,

and normally, I wouldn't care,

but it's starting to upset
the other hostages,

and I don't want anyone
trying to be a hero.

So, here's the deal.

You're gonna send in one
paramedic to getting in

in exchange for this generosity.

You're gonna have my bus
right outside in 20.

That's not enough time.

But it is for me.

Take this guy now,

and get my bus outside in 20.

Or I'll start popping hostages.

How soon till we get that bus?

35 minutes.

You're gonna have to ask for more time.

He's not gonna go for it.

Then we're gonna storm the bank.

We can't storm the bank.

We don't know where anybody is in there.

If we go in there, hostages
are just gonna get killed.

Listen, if we're gonna save any of them,

we have no other choice.

Maybe we do.

We could use this sick
hostage to our advantage.

Instead of sending in a paramedic,

we send in a cop with tactical training.

The cop gets intel

for when S.W.A.T.
goes in to breach the bank.

I'm guessing you have a cop in mind.

Search her.

She's clear.

Make it quick.

How's he doing?

Not good.

His name's Sal Martino.

He has epilepsy.

I think the seizure was prone by stress.

Hey, Sal. Hey, buddy.

How you doing?

Sal, listen to me, I want you to know

that there are people out
there care about you,

so just keep breathing.

I promise you

I'll get you outta here.

Don't talk about it. Be about it.

And you...

Help get him on that gurney. Now!

Sal, you ready?

We're gonna get you up
on the count of three.

One, two, three.

Okay, buddy.

Easy buddy. Okay.

You're all right.

Okay.

Your dad's okay. They're both... okay.

What's wrong?

Alexis, I need you to go
behind that yellow line now.

- You got it.
- Take her behind line.

- Hey.
- Hey, Ashley, my father...

- Wait, what?
- Can you hear me?

I'll call you later.

No, you can't call me later.

Of course I can.

Ashley, I can't hear.
What? Ashley I can't...

- There's C-4 in the bank?
- I didn't see any,

but if Castle says it's
in there it's in there.

Well, that means the breach
is out of the question.

I'm not gonna send my
boys into a bomb fight.

We're gonna have to take
these guys out on the bus.

That bus is still 20 minutes out.

His deadline is in five.

He's gonna starting killing hostages.

Well, we have to buy more time.

Where's my bus?

The bus is on its way.
It'll be there in 20 minutes.

The hostages will be dead in two.

No.

Nobody needs to die.

Okay? It's coming. It's just--

- It's stuck in traffic.
- We have rules, Kate.

I said I won't kill anyone,

you said you gave me a bus.

I live up to mine at the end of the deal.

And I'm gonna live up to mine, I just...

I warned you not to jerk me around.

Now I was clear about the consequences.

Do I need to approve how serious I am?
Is that it?

Okay, I think we both just
need to take a breath

and we can talk about--

I'm done talking!

What was that?

A warning shot, Kate.

The next one's for the kill.

- Don't you touch him, you son of a bitch!
- Davenport, hold her back!

- Keep your hands off!
- I got this.

I'm gonna make a pretty red
stains at your boyfriend, Kate.

I got my gun to his throat

and I'm gonna paint a Jackson
Pollock with his insides.

You need to calm him down--

Listen to me, jackass.

I do not control traffic,

so you're gonna have to give me 20 minutes.

- Now you got one minute, Kate.
- No.

I've got 20.

Do you hear me?

20.

Because if you pull that trigger,

I will walk through those
doors and personally

put a bullet through your skull.

Okay, Kate.

You got 20 more minutes.

Well, that's one way to negotiate.

Your girlfriend is a hellcat.

Yeah, well, she's not my girlfriend.

She too much woman for you?

So why are you guys robbing this bank?

Sutton's law.

When asked why he robbed banks,
Willie Sutton famously replied,

"Because that's where the money is."

Except Willie Sutton never said that.

It was a reporter who made up that quote.

You see, writers-- we're really good.

Alternate reality to the fake narrative.

And the story I see you guys spinning here

is really not about stealing money.

Is that so?

You and your crew don't wear gloves.

Obviously you're not worried
about fingerprints,

which means you're not in the system.

And those accents?

You're mercs,

which means you're just
want to get on that bus.

So... what was in that box?

Why the C-4?

And what are you really gonna do with us?

Oh, I like you.

That's why I'm gonna kill you last.

Trapper John.

We're good to go.

All right.

Everybody, on your feet.

Let's go. Up, up, up, up.

What are you gonna do?

You're clever.
I'm sure you'll figure it out.

We still got 18 minutes.
I want everybody in position.

S.W.A.T. can rendezvous
with the bus here on 49th.

They can load there.

I want snipers here, here, and here.

Get Roman on the horn.

Why he didn't ask for something?

What?

Sir...

He gave me 20 minutes,

and he didn't ask for anything in return.

If he wanted to maintain control,

he would've asked for something.

I mean, this is all way to easy.

Take the win, detective.

No, sir. Something is going on.

We are just not asking
right questions. I mean,

why would he bring C-4 to a bank robbery?

What does Agnes Fields' murder
have to do with any of this?

Captain, I get sergent Roman.

Yeah, Roman.

Mother, I find I'm no longer satisfied

with the customer service
at this establishment.

I think we should take
our business elsewhere.

- I'm so sorry.
- No.

Forgive me for dragging you into this. I--

It's okay. It's okay.

Okay.

I love you, mother.

Right back at you, kiddo.

Did you find anything on Agnes?

We've gone over phone and financials

and talked to friends and neighbours.

Nothing sticks out.

What about Agnes's safety deposit box?

Somebody was pretending
to be her dead husband

and accesses since monthly.

Any leads?

Nothing so far.

Relatives?

Uh, Agnes really didn't
have any relatives left.

Her husband's dead, her
daughter and grandson

died in a boating accident over a year ago.

Her only surviving relative
is a former son-in-law--

Ron Brandt.

We left him a message, we
never heard him, Beckett.

Look, we don't have time to
wait for a return phone calls,

so find him.

Castle!

Castle!

Castle!

Beckett.

They're here!

I told you.

Oh, my God.

Here we go, ready?

Ok.

How are you?

He's not the only one here, you know?

Oh, I'm so...

I'm so sorry, Martha.

Excuse me. How you doing?

My ears are...

Everybody account for?

We're all here. We're all okay.

So what happended to the robbers?

They are dead.

They blew themselves up.

What?

Apparently, the C-4 was
part of the exit strategy.

They blasted a hole straight
through the bottom of wall.

And opened a ceiling on the
abandoned subway station below.

Smart plan if they didn't screw it up.

They must have triggered the
explosion before they took cover,

and then they killed themselves.

That's not possible.

C-4, it's a very stable exclusive.

It wouldn't go off accidentally.

These guys were not dime-store bandits.

They were trained, they
were military precision.

They won't set off a explosion prematurely.

Really?

I got an assortment of body
parts that tells me they did.

Let's get outta here.

Is everybody okay?

Yeah, they're fine.

They just need a minute.

We heard all the suspects are dead.

Guys, none of this makes any sense.

An old lady is killed for
her safe deposit box key,

which her dead husband
accesses every month?

And then this?

There's something that we're missing.

What were you saying about Agnes
Fields's last surviving relative?

Her former son-in-law-- Ron Brandt.

We left a message, but he does
a lot of bussiness overseas,

so he may not even be in the country.

He's listed at a penthouse
on the Upper East Side.

So we can go check--

Wait, that's-- that the son-in-law.

Yeah, why?

He is one of the hostages.

He was having a seizure and...

Oh, God.

This is detective Kate Beckett, NYPD.

I'm checking in on a patient that
came in from a bank robbery.

His name is Sal Martino.

What?

He did?

He checked himself out
against medical advice.

He's gone.

It was him.
He orchestrated this whole thing.

It turns out, Ron Brandt runs a company

that supplies military contractors

with special operational
forces from around the world.

Ok, he uses his military connection to hire

that team of mercenaries in the bank,

and then to avoid loose ends,
Ron rigs the C-4 to blow early.

Talk about cold blooded.

And he did all of this
just for the contents

of Agnes' safety deposit box?

Castle, you said that there were
photos and letters in that, right?

Yeah, trapper John must
have given them to Ron

when he was being escorted
back from the restroom.

Because right after that, he
faked a seizure and was let go.

But why? I mean, what was so special

about his former mother-in-law's
safety deposit box.

Former mother-in-law?

Yeah. Ron was married to
Agnes' daughter Tanya.

Both her and her son Connor were killed

in a boating accident about a year ago.

No, no, Ron spoke about Connor,

and he did not speak
about like he was dead.

Connor is still alive.

Well, I don't know what
to tell you, Castle.

It says right here, Connor dead.

I'm not so sure about that.

It turns out neither his
wife Tanya nor Connor's body

was ever recovered.

Why would the wife fake their deaths?

Domestic abuse.

However, Ron had the connections

and the wealth to avoid prosecution.

So the system failed her.

She and Connor couldn't escape Ron's abuse,

so she faked their deaths and disappeared.

Yeah, but to disappear,

she had to walk away
from her former life...

Sever ties with everything and
everyone she ever knew...

Except she couldn't, especially
with her mother Agnes.

Which is what the safety
deposit box was for.

It means the communication.

It's like a cold war drop box
in some John Le Carre novel,

only Tanya wouldn't be able
to risk making the drops.

So who would make the drops for her?

Our mystery man who was posing
as Agnes' dead husband.

He was Tanya's middleman.

Okay, so Tanya sends the photos
and the letters to the middleman,

then the middleman puts them in
the safety deposit box for Agnes.

The box serves as a mailbox.

Only it's better than a mailbox

cause it's locked up in bank.

Ron must have suspected
that they fade their deaths

and that's when he bugged Agnes' home.

When Ron found out about the box,

he killed Agnes for the key.

Right, and with the clock ticking,

he hired that crew to
stage the bank robbery

to get to the box with that key.

You know, those photos and letters will say

exactly where his wife and son are hidng.

He's on his way there now,

and we know what he's gonna
do once he gets there.

He's gonna kidnap his
son and kill his wife.

Identifying the middleman

is the only way we're gonna be
able to find Tanya and Connor,

so what do we know?

He passed for Agnes' late husband.

And it'd have to be someone
that Ron wouldn't suspect.

That rules out friends,
neighbors and coworkers.

It must be the private
person that they trusted.

But the man could been paid.

Maybe we could track their payments.

You know, they're probably
smart enough to pay in cash.

Which is untraceable.

Unless, if paying by check

wouldn't have thrown up any red flags.

At the time of Connor and
Tanya's supposed death,

she was making monthly tithe checks
to St. Abigail's church.

And who better fits this
profile than a priest?

And I know which one we
should speak to first.

The priest who officiated their funeral...

Father Sean McCaskey.

Father McCaskey, I'm
detective Kate Beckett.

This is Richard Castle.

We need to know where Tanya
and Connor Brandt are hiding.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Tanya and Connor have been
dead for over a year.

Father, you don't understand.

Agnes Fields has been murdered.

Ron Brandt has the contents
of her safe deposit box.

He's on his way to them now.

What?

How could this happen?

That box was there to protect them.

It didn't, father, but we can.

We need to know their address.

Of course.

14 Cascadilla Street, Ithaca.

Ithaca? That's only four hours away.

Ron could already be there right now.

- Thanks.
- Yes.

Honey.

I'm home.

Stay back.

I will kill you.

Now, Tanya, is this any way
to greet your husband?

Oh, no, honey. You bumped your head.

There's my boy.

Did you miss your daddy?

Come on. Come on.

Man, what the hell is taking so long?

I can't believe they still got us on hold.

Beckett, if he gets ahold of that kid...

No! Mommy!

No, no, no, no.

Please don't take him! Please.

Aah! Not in front of him, please!

Baby.

Why would I kill you?

I want you to live and long, long life

with the knowledge that you're
never gonna see Connor again.

Now it's my turn to disappear.

But unlike you, I know how to hide.

- No!
- Come on, Connor. Come on. Come on.

Connor! Connor!

I got you. I got you. I got you.

Police! Don't move!

Right there.

Think real hard about your next move.

What?

Okay. Thanks.

- They found them.
- Yes.

Tanya's gonna need a few
stitches, but Connor's okay.

Come on. Let's go pick 'em up.

Ithaca?

Even as a hostage,

I help you solve murders.

Beckett, I think...

I think you have the perfect partner.

Yeah, except he doesn't
like doing paperwork.

Touche.

So... old haunt?

I'll buy you a drink.

No.

But I'll do you one better.

Oh, Kate!

Oh, darling, you can join us.

Oh, you great, beautiful creature,

come in.

Oh, wow, Martha.

You...

You really...

- outdid yourself.
- I did.

Facing death demands celebrating life.

Tonight we feast.

Where's Alexis?

Oh, she's, uh...

- Excuse me one minute.
- Yeah.

- So yes?
- Please.

Ash, it's not about today.

It's about the last 100 days.

You're never here for me.

Just because you're in California

doesn't mean I should
have to hold my breath,

cross my fingers, and wish upon a star

just to get a text from you.

Yeah, more excuses.

Ash, I just can't do this anymore.

We're done.

You okay?

No.

But ask me again tomorrow.

Alexis, darling,

help me with the duck
l'orange, s'il vous plait.

Ah, thank you.

And I didn't get a chance
to properly thank you

for saving my life.

Oh, there's no need, Castle.

We're partners. It's what we do.

Yes.

Some of us more than others, of course.

Wait. What is that supposed to mean?

Only that this is the eighth
time you've saved my life,

and I've saved your life nine times.

Okay, first of all,

I can't even believe that
you're keeping score.

And secondly, there is no way
that you've saved my life

more than I have yours.

Nine? Please.

Well, let's review, shall we?

The first time, I
distracted that mad gunman

with the champagne bottle.

And, yes, that was a save.
Even you admitted it.

Second time, the, um, serial killer

who put a bomb in your kitchen
while you were taking a shower.

- I had to brave hellish flames...
- Sit, sit.

To pull you out of your bathtub.

I won't be forgetting that anytime soon.