Castle (2009–2016): Season 4, Episode 9 - Kill Shot - full transcript
A case involving a sniper brings back memories for Beckett of her own shooting.
So have you picked a place yet?
I'd love to do it at
the Botanical Gardens,
but Chris thinks
it's too expensive.
It's your wedding.
It's supposed to cost a fortune.
I know.
You only get married once.
- Aah! Oh, my God!
- Somebody call 9-1-1!
Help! Please.
Somebody, help! Help!
I'll call you later. Bye.
Who was that?
Personal business, Castle.
Really? Who is it?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Yeah, well, if you must
know, his name is Roger.
Roger.
Don't make fun.
Do you know what he has
that few men have?
A Josh Groban CD?
Uh, Hummel figurines?
No, not even close.
Roger has the most
incredible resistance band.
A resistance band?
What is that?
Is that what I think it is?
For strength training.
He's my physical therapist.
Oh. Oh, I had no idea
you were still going.
Yeah, for another few
weeks, till I get 100%.
- Hey, good morning.
- Morning.
So what do we got?
Victim's name is Sarah Vasquez.
She's a 28-year-old
kindergarten teacher.
She and a classmate were
leaving this yoga studio
when Sarah suddenly dropped.
Bullet wound straight
to the heart.
Yeah, what's weird is,
no one heard a shot
or saw a shooter.
Maybe the weapon was silenced.
Maybe it was a stray bullet.
Just read an article,
how a mailman in
Portland was killed
when a bullet fired into the air
six blocks away
fell back to earth.
This bullet didn't
just drop from the sky
It went through her
from front to back,
not from up to down.
Can you tell us point of origin?
Not until I do a full exam.
Was yoga a regular
thing for Sarah?
Tuesdays and Thursdays
at 7:00 A.M.,
before school started.
Okay, let's look into enemies
- and anyone that knew she was here.
- Right.
We just got engaged last month.
She was so excited about
planning the wedding.
Chris, was there anyone that
might have wanted to hurt Sarah?
No.
Maybe an old boyfriend who
was upset about the wedding?
She didn't have anyone
like that in her life.
Everyone loved Sarah.
Wait. She did mention something
last night about a guy.
Someone she knew?
No. Uh...
she said she saw him a few
days ago, outside the school.
And then Tuesday
morning, she said
she thought she saw him
when she got out of yoga.
Did she tell you
what he looked like?
I-I-I can't remember. I...
Looks like Sarah's yoga
routine was common knowledge.
She even posted about it
on Facebook, joked that
she was gonna fit into that
dress if it killed her.
Well, somebody was
following her,
so let's talk to her
friends and coworkers...
and see if they saw a
strange man hanging around.
On it.
Beckett.
Lanie's got something.
You should get down here.
The bullet that killed
Sarah Vasquez is a .308,
specifically a 168 Grain
Sierra Matchking.
A rifle bullet.
It's a common ammunition
favored by...
long-range shooters.
So she was shot from a distance?
Based on her wound and how deep
it went into the door frame,
I'd say the bullet was fired
between 200 and 300 yards away.
200 yards?
Do we have any idea
where from exactly?
We're canvassing.
Near as we can figure...
the shooter fired from
one of these buildings,
somewhere between the
10th and 15th floor.
You guys, you don't have to
avoid the word on my account.
- What word?
- Sniper.
Even I noticed.
- We weren't avoiding anything.
- It was her idea. She--
Look, guys, I'm a big girl.
So let's just cut to the chase.
How good is this guy?
Well, he's as good as any
of the shooter--snipers
in my unit.
He took out a moving target
from a quarter of a mile away.
Did she feel it?
No. She died instantly.
So then I guess the question is,
why did our sniper target Sarah?
Any leads on the guy that
she said was following her?
No one in her circle
remembers seeing the guy,
and she didn't mention him
to anyone but her fiance.
Maybe he didn't have
anything to do with it.
What do you mean?
Well, usually we find our
killers by knowing our victims,
finding a motive.
But what if there isn't one?
What if she was shot at random?
How do we find him then?
Beckett's down!
♪ Castle 4x09 ♪
Kill Shot
Original Air Date on November 21, 2011
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Victim is Henry Wyatt,
38-year-old attorney.
- Same shooter?
- Looks that way.
Anyone, uh, see
or hear anything?
Nada, just like before.
He went for the head this time.
He's getting more confident.
Another victim,
same time of day--
this could be the DC
sniper all over again.
Lanie, is that the slug?
Yeah, it's all banged
up from the concrete,
but it looks like
the same caliber.
The angle of the entry's
more extreme, though.
He shot Wyatt from higher up.
See something?
Beckett, you all right?
Yeah, I'm just, uh...
I-I'm just trying to figure out
why these two victims and--and...
why shoot here?
The victims might be random,
but the location isn't.
A pro recons his
target beforehand.
If you're gonna kill something
from a long distance,
it's not a point-and-shoot
activity.
You factor in all the conditions,
like range to target,
minute of arc, and...
windage.
What is it?
This flag...
is the perfect wind gauge.
That can't be a coincidence.
Okay, so if he hung
that up there,
we might be able to
get eyes on him.
We should canvass the area
for security cameras--
We have a gunman
terrorizing this city--
2 victims in 24 hours.
We don't know who he is or
why he shot those folks.
Detective Ryan, what do we
know about the second victim?
Henry Wyatt was a litigation
partner at a law firm
two blocks from
where he was shot,
and according to his secretary,
he liked to walk,
which means there was
a predictable routine,
just like Sarah Vasquez.
Which doesn't mean
they were targeted.
After all, most New
Yorkers follow routines.
Esposito...
have we learned where
they were shot from?
We've got teams sweeping
buildings near
both crime scenes,
and so far, we've come up empty.
We need to find our shooter...
You know, it's just
a startle response.
- It could happen to anyone.
- Yeah, well, I'm not anyone.
- No, I'm just sayin'.
- Just don't.
Detective Beckett...
where are we on Henry
Wyatt and Sarah Vasquez?
I'm sorry?
On links between the victims?
We're still checking,
but they don't live
or work in the same area,
and it doesn't seem like
they have anyone in common.
In fact, we haven't really
found any connections
between the two of them yet.
Well, keep looking.
We know he has training,
a specific skill set.
Now every branch in the
military has snipers...
so do law enforcement agencies.
We're talking about close to
a thousand qualified shooters.
The fact is, everyone in this
city is a potential target.
Let's get it done, people.
Wait. Where you going?
I-I just have to
go do something.
Hey, Beckett,
canvass turned up
a security camera
across from where
the flag was hung.
Footage is on its
way in right now.
Is she okay?
No. You don't understand.
I need to be okay.
That's not always
a choice, Kate.
What you're describing, a
hypervigilance, it's a classic
- symptom of post-traumatic stress disorder.
- I don't have PTSD.
You were shot by a sniper.
I think it's fair to say,
this case is going
to bring up issues,
- issues you still haven't dealt with.
- Okay, then fine.
I'll deal with them.
Right now I need to figure
out how to make this stop.
It's not going to stop,
not without time and treatment.
The psychological trauma
is every bit as real
as the physical trauma.
Listen, people are
dying out there.
I don't have time to get all
weepy over a couple of scars.
Okay. So what's the alternative,
walking around feeling like you
have crosshairs on your back,
thinking every glint off a
window is a sniper's scope?
Look, there's gotta be a pill
out there or something, right?
Something to take the edge off.
Medication can help...
- but not right away.
- Well, then what?
Well, for one,
I think you should consider
stepping away from the case.
You don't think I
can handle this?
I'm saying...
you don't have to.
You're not the only cop
in the city, Kate.
Okay.
Then you know what?
I'm fine.
Thank you.
How worried should I
be about Beckett?
She's never snapped at
me like that before.
And meant it.
Hell, it was bad for
me when I came back,
and I never took a bullet.
Well, at least she
doesn't remember it.
Or she doesn't want to remember.
A thing like that, it's
easier to just keep in a box.
But this case might
bust that box open.
So what can we do?
- Catch the shooter.
- He's right.
Best thing for everyone,
Beckett included.
In the meantime,
just give her space
and don't take it personally.
Hey, guys, check this out.
This is 2 days ago at 4:30 P.M.
He planted the flag.
He's gotta be our shooter.
He knows where the camera is.
That's why he keeps
his face covered.
Why choose this street?
Why not pick a place without
any security cameras?
'Cause he's straight
up taunting us.
I'll run this photo by victims'
coworkers and friends,
see if anyone recognizes him.
He is not gonna make it easy
for us to catch him, is he?
No. He's smart and he's patient.
That's part of a sniper's DNA.
Yeah.
Don't go in.
Call CSU.
I'll be there in ten.
Uniform just found where the
sniper shot Henry Wyatt from.
Yep.
There's the crime scene.
600 yards.
World-class shot.
- But it's all wrong.
- What do you mean?
The view of the kill zone is
partially obstructed by that tree.
A better shot would've
been from the roof.
Our boy would know that.
So why wouldn't he take
the shot from up there?
It's possible he was
worried about being seen
by someone in a taller building
or a passing helicopter.
What's that?
A paper doll.
Think maybe it was
left by the sniper?
Or...
one of the workmen's kids.
So the sniper took the
shot from this window.
No.
He would've wanted to be
invisible from the street.
He'd have taken the shot from...
right here.
He took his time...
to spot that flag.
Adjusted for wind.
Acquired his target.
Bam.
The shell casing.
It would've ejected
to the right.
Sorry.
Hey. Where have you been?
I called you.
Uh, yeah, my phone's off.
What's--what's up?
Shell casing from the Wyatt
sniper hide had a print on it.
We just matched it to a
former special forces sniper
named Marcus Ford.
Just went through a
bitter divorce--
textbook trigger for
that kind of violence.
Ford runs a shooting
range in Long Island.
State police have
a tactical team
on the way to meet us there now.
Uh, maybe, uh,
it would be a good idea
if we hung back here?
We'll study up on Ford, just
prep for the interrogation.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
We got it covered.
Yeah, okay.
Thank you.
Our officers found
a whole arsenal
at your shooting range,
Mr. Ford.
Last time I checked,
I still have the
right to bear arms.
Yeah, well, you should
know that ballistics
is testing your rifles.
Have at it.
I didn't shoot anyone.
Well, that's not
exactly true, is it?
According to your
military record,
- you have 92 confirmed kills.
- So?
You lookin' to make
it an even hundred?
What's it like to look
through the scope,
to play God?
How do you feel when
you pull that trigger
and you destroy someone's life?
It's none of your damn
business is how it feels.
You know what I think?
I think that you should be on
the other side of that barrel.
Is that a threat?
Are you threatening me?
What are those people?
Are they just paper targets to you?
Do you even think about the
pain that you've caused,
about the families
that you leave behind?
Every life I ever took
saved one of ours!
Like hell it did!
You know what I think?
I think that you liked it.
I think that you couldn't
wait to kill again.
You're outta your mind, lady.
We found your print on a shell
casing left by the sniper.
That's impossible.
That is a lie.
I have nothing left to say.
I know my rights.
None of Ford's weapons
are a match.
So? That doesn't mean
he's not the sniper.
He could've hidden the rifle.
Ford's not our man.
His alibis for both
shootings are solid.
Are you sure?
I think I know how to check
an alibi, detective.
Well, if he's not our man,
how the hell did his fingerprint
get on that shell casing?
Could be a reload.
It's easy enough to
load a new bullet
into an empty shell casing
like the one we found.
All you need is the
right equipment.
Which means our sniper
is a client at Ford's
shooting range.
Go back in there
and get his help.
He's not gonna
want to talk to us
after the way you
went after him.
So what are you trying to
say, that I screwed up?
No, um--
I think what he's saying is that
you played bad cop.
And now we'll get
more out of Ford
if I go in and play good cop.
Okay, fine.
Maybe Ford can get us what
we need to nail this guy.
Mr. Ford, my apologies.
Gun!
Kate!
Beckett.
Coffee?
No. No, thanks.
It's decaf. Look--
Castle, I'm fine.
- Right, but--
- No, really.
I'm fine. What's in the folder?
CSU report on the paper doll.
This was not made by a kid.
It was cut out very precisely
with an X-Acto knife.
Out of what, a magazine?
No, the paper stock
is too heavy,
and given there's nothing
printed on the back,
it's probably from some high-end
coffee table book of some kind.
My guess-- a book of paintings.
If you look closely, you
can see brush strokes.
I think the sniper left that.
Why would he do that?
That much I don't know.
Yo.
Marcus Ford was no help.
He couldn't ID
the guy in the video.
We're pulling his
credit card receipts,
but he says that the shooting
range is mostly a cash business.
Beckett.
Where?
Okay. We're on our way.
Ryan found the building
the sniper shot
Sarah Vasquez from.
The super recognized the
jacket from the photo,
said he'd been hanging
around the building.
How do we know he
was in this room?
Because we found
another one of these.
This is it. He shot Sarah
Vasquez from right here.
This is different
from the first one.
It must be from a
different painting.
They've gotta mean something.
Yeah, like what?
What's it possibly gonna mean?
I don't know, but he's
leaving 'em for a reason.
Yeah, he's screwing with us.
He's just taunting us and trying
to make us look like idiots.
Hey.
We'll figure it out, okay?
Found something.
Moleskin.
Hard-core military
snipers put it
on the stocks of their
weapons to absorb sweat
so their rifles don't slip.
If there's sweat,
we can get DNA.
Yeah.
All right, go.
This is where it all started.
He pulled that trigger
right in this room.
One second, Sarah
Vasquez is alive
and dreaming of the
perfect wedding,
and then she isn't.
Kate...
You know he saw her face
when he killed her?
People always think
that snipers are so removed
from their targets.
But he wasn't.
He is as close as we are right now,
looking through that scope.
We're gonna catch this guy.
Yeah. Like we caught
the guy that shot me.
Why me?
Oh, darling.
I hope you haven't
been up all night.
Ah, I couldn't sleep.
Two days, two people dead--
someone out there is waking up
not knowing they're gonna
be murder number three.
I think I just decided
to skip school today.
Actually, I think you're both
under house arrest until
we catch this guy.
Oh, I can only imagine
how this sniper
must be affecting Beckett.
She says she's fine.
So what are you gonna do?
The only thing I can do--
try to figure out why he's
leaving these damn dolls behind.
If I could just figure out
what painting they're from.
Let me see.
Chiaroscuro.
You recognize that?
It's a style of painting
that was invented
during the renaissance,
exemplified by strong contrast
between light and dark.
We learned about
it in art history.
Try looking up Caravaggio
or Petrazano.
Can I just say, this
school of yours
is worth every penny I paid?
Hey, this might be it.
Petrazano.
"The Persecution Of Kings."
Beckett.
DNA on the moleskin
was a bust.
Ryan, you got results?
There were no matches
in the CODIS database.
The best the lab was able to do
was DNA phenotype,
and they say they
think our sniper
is a male with light
hair and brown eyes,
but that still leaves us with
over 200 suspects on our list.
I wouldn't cut
down the list yet.
Given what we went through
with the shell casing,
there's a chance the
moleskin's not even his.
I know what the
paper dolls mean.
Mr. Castle, now is not the
time for your theatrics.
Captain, just listen.
The paper dolls are predictive.
The dolls are cut
out of paintings
that literally tell us the
location of the next target.
The one that we found
at the first shooting,
it comes from a painting called
"The Persecution Of Kings."
- Henry Wyatt was killed on king street.
- Exactly.
The one we found in the hide
of the second shooting,
that's from a painting called
"The Fall From Grace."
There's a Grace
Avenue in the Bronx.
Grace church is on...
10th street and 4th Avenue.
And there's about a dozen
other possibilities.
If we can narrow it down...
we might be able to
stop him from...
Beckett.
Grace.
I don't know
where it's coming from!
Right this way.
How many people are dead?
- None.
- Thank God.
Yeah, sniper opened fire
through the window of
a conference room,
- on the 15th floor.
- Is anyone else injured?
No, just her.
Her name is Emily Reese,
and he only shot at her.
Emily, my name is
detective Kate Beckett.
I need you to tell
me what happened.
Why me?
What did I do?
Why is somebody
trying to kill me.
Emily, have you seen anybody
watching you lately?
No. I-I don't know.
I don't know.
- We gotta get her to the hospital.
- No!
Don't let them take me outside.
He's still out there.
No, you're gonna be okay, Emily.
Please don't do this.
He's out there.
He's going to kill me. Please.
Just go. Get her outta here.
Now. Go.
Please. Please, no!
Beckett.
Kate.
She's spinning out of control.
She's losing her
ability to cope.
Look, she should not
be on this case.
Well, she's not just
gonna walk away.
No, she's gonna drive
herself into the ground.
And you're the only
one who has any clue
as to what she's going through.
So what helped you?
Espo, what are we
doing back here?
I want to show you something.
What is that?
The rifle that shot you.
You are way outta line.
Just look at it.
No. What the hell are you doing?
I've been where you are.
I know what you're going through.
Javi, I'm fine.
You're not fine.
You're just trying
to act like you are.
This is just a tool.
It's a hunk of steel.
It has no magical powers,
and the person that fired it
is not some all-powerful God.
He's just a guy... with a gun,
just like the guy
we're hunting now.
And like every other bad
guy, he's damaged goods.
So am I.
That's right.
And that's okay.
You think it's a weakness?
Make it a strength.
It's a part of you.
So use it.
Any idea why the sniper
targeted Emily Reese?
Not yet. She was a VP
at a telecom company,
single, just bought an
apartment on West 96th.
No known connections
to the other vics.
But we do know he
was following her.
Castle, what do you have?
You're looking at a video
taken from Emily's lobby
yesterday at 1:40.
That's four hours
after he shot Wyatt.
There's Emily, getting
into the elevator.
There he is.
That's our guy.
Yeah. Unfortunately, we
still can't see his face.
What is he waiting for?
He's watching to see what
floor she'd get off on.
He knew exactly where
she was gonna be.
It's a miracle Emily's not dead.
It's not a miracle.
It's poor planning.
Turns out our sniper
used the wrong ammo.
The 1-6-8 grain loses stability
when it goes through glass.
The 1-6-5 is designed
for that kinda shot.
He didn't know that, which means
he has less experience
than we thought.
Okay, we need to go back
to the suspect list,
cross off all law
enforcement shooters
and any combat vets with
urban experience.
All right.
Is it just me...
or is his coffee cup
identical to Emily's?
Same logo.
It's from the same shop.
Zoom in on that.
Caffe...
Primo.
Must have followed
her from there.
I-if he's a customer, maybe
someone can ID him.
There's only one Caffe Primo.
It's on 47th Street, 2 blocks
from the Grace Point Tower
where Emily worked.
Okay, we need to find out
if any of the other victims
have a connection to that shop.
All right.
Uh, where's Beckett?
She's running down a lead.
Why would you shoot from here
when the roof gave
you a cleaner shot?
That coffee shop may be the key.
Sarah Vasquez lived six blocks
from the Grace Point Tower.
And she had a receipt in her
wallet from Caffe Primo
dated three days ago.
What about Henry Wyatt?
Wyatt's therapist has an office
right across the street
from the coffee shop.
He had a session two days
before he was killed.
That shop's gotta be ground zero
where he selected his victims.
Get the hell down there
and get me an ID.
The clock's ticking
on his next victim.
Yeah, they all get coffee here
on a pretty regular basis.
Are you saying he shoots
people from my shop?
It could be just a coincidence.
Have any of them been
in here together?
Maybe talking to each other or
anyone else for that matter.
- Not that I remember.
- What about this guy?
Is he a customer?
Is that the sniper?
Have you seen him?
Does he look familiar?
No.
Sorry. Maybe if I could get
a better look at his face--
Robert, phone call.
Excuse me.
I'm just praying
that I get accepted.
Your dad's an alumni.
You're in for sure.
Yo, dude.
I totally closed the deal.
Eight figures and a piece
of the merchandising.
No, it was epic, bro.
Hey, can you go in the back
and get some more of
that, uh, creamer?
I hate to think that any
of these people are dead
just because they picked the
wrong place to buy coffee.
It's not the coffee shop.
I know how the victims are connected.
How?
Sarah Vasquez just got engaged,
Henry Wyatt just made
partner at his firm...
And Emily Reese just
bought a giant apartment
on the Upper West Side.
They all had recent successes.
According to our profile, this
sniper is a paranoid loner.
He feels alienated,
victimized by the world.
He comes into here
for a cup of coffee,
and he hears about how
well everyone's doing,
how their dreams are coming true
while his are not.
Makes him feel invisible,
makes him feel angry.
So he picks one of them out,
and he makes them pay.
But even if you're right,
it doesn't get us
any closer to catching this guy.
It might if we ask
the right question.
He didn't shoot from the roof
because he couldn't
climb the ladder.
If you look at the video,
there's a slight hitch
in his step.
I think he has a
physical disability.
Uh, Robert.
Does this ring a bell?
A guy with a limp
or a leg injury?
There is a homeless guy
who's been hanging around
the last few weeks.
I think he's got a
prosthetic leg.
We're gonna need a description.
All right, adding disability
and partial and/or full
amputation to the list
cuts it down from 207...
to three.
- Erik Howard, Lee Travis--
- That's him.
Lee Travis.
He's 38 years old.
He did a year in the marines
before losing his right leg
in a hit-and-run
motorcycle accident.
Never caught the
driver of the car,
and Lee was given an
honorable discharge.
And according to his counselor,
Lee went into a deep depression.
Turned his anger
against the world.
He a string of low-paying
jobs, including a stint
as a security guard for the
Metropolitan Museum Of Art,
where his former boss said
he spent a lot of time
in the old masters section, home
of Caravaggio and Petrazano.
All right, I'm releasing Lee's
photo and bio to the media.
Within the hour, every person in
New York will know who he is.
Wait, sir.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
If he knows that
we're closing in,
that might trigger
another shooting.
We need to risk it.
We put his face out there,
it could give us a lead
on his whereabouts.
What do we know
about his family?
Lee has a sister in Queens.
Esposito's tracking
her down right now.
Are you sure it's him?
Yes.
You're not surprised.
Lee's an angry guy.
He has been since the accident.
I tried to do what I could, but...
you can't give help if
someone won't take it.
It breaks my heart that he
would do something like this.
When was the last
time you saw him?
About a month ago.
He came out to
Queens for the day.
It didn't go well.
He lost his apartment,
wanted me to ask him to
move in with us, but...
I didn't want him
around the kids.
Do you know where he's living?
I gave him my old
car when he left.
It's a blue Plymouth Duster.
Do you think you could write
down the license plate number?
Excuse me.
Beckett.
Where?
We're on our way.
I'm sorry. We gotta go.
Uniforms just found
the third hide
where Emily Reese was shot from.
Detective.
I know my brother's done
terrible things, but...
please don't hurt him.
How is he finding these places?
The same way he chooses
his victims. He listens.
He's homeless, so
nobody notices him.
Once he finds a building
that he'll be shooting from,
he recons it for the
best vantage point.
Castle...
we need to find that paper doll,
see where he's
gonna strike next.
Found it.
Oh, my God.
Does it ID the next victim?
Not victim.
Victims.
A patrol unit found Lee's car.
These were in the trunk.
- Any sign of the gun?
- No.
All right.
Listen up.
I want all units on tactical alert.
Lee Travis is out there
right now with his weapon,
intending to kill
multiple victims.
And given that the first three
were shot in the morning,
we don't have a lot of time.
I got it!
You know where he cut the
chain of dolls from?
I convinced them to let
me into the museum early.
I compared the dolls
to all the paintings
in their collection.
It's called "Lions
In The Meadow."
The only meadow I know
of in New York is at...
is in Central Park.
We should assume that Travis
is already in position.
If we start clearing the
park, he might start firing.
Whoever these dozen victims
are, he's targeting them
for the same reason he
went after the others,
so we can assume they're all
part of the same group.
Beckett, take everyone we can
spare, head for the park.
I want you in place
and ready to move
when we figure this out.
Ryan, get on the phone
to the Parks Department.
Find out what they have
scheduled there this morning.
Castle, you coming?
I'm more useful
here, helping Ryan
figure out who the targets are.
You got this.
All that tree cover is gonna
make it hard for him to target
any large area of the park.
Also, the buildings on the east
and west sides of the park
are high-end apartments
with doormen.
Which means he would
have to shoot
from the South end of the park.
I just got off the phone
with the Parks Department.
There's over a dozen events
planned in Central Park today.
Anything on the south end?
A nature sanctuary tour and a...
celebration for
Western High School.
Their track team just won
the state championship.
They should be on their way
into the park right now.
Wait. Western High
School's three blocks away
from the coffee shop.
Their team's called The Lions.
Lee must have heard one of
the parents or students
boasting about
winning that meet.
How are they getting
to the park?
Coming in by bus.
I'll call ESU.
Ryan, we need to stop that bus.
Listen, the school
has a bus unloading
at the Grand Army Plaza
entrance at the park.
ESU told Gates that
these two buildings
have the best vantage
point for the sniper.
How long till ESU
countersnipers get here?
10 minutes, so search all of
the floors above the 20th.
Let's go.
Come on. Come on.
Answer your phone, damn it!
I got an open door.
Suite 24-21. I'm going in.
Stop! Police!
Put the gun down, Lee.
I have a job to do.
Why don't you just call
it what it is, okay?
You shoot people in cold blood.
Those people deserve
what they're getting.
God blessed them.
He gave to them and
took from me--
my leg, my life.
How is that fair, huh?
How is that right?
Those people that you blame?
They're no different from you.
You're just saying that
'cause you're one of 'em.
You think my life is a picnic?
I know what if feels like
to be in those crosshairs,
to feel the bullet
burn through my chest.
I know what it feels like to
have my life leave my body.
And I think you do, too.
That's why you keep leaving
those paper dolls behind,
because you're
looking for somebody
to help you find another way.
There is no other way.
- Not anymore.
- No.
- It's too late.
- No, no.
There's always another way.
I want to help you.
I know that you're in pain,
and we can find a better
voice for your pain.
- Please just put that gun down.
-Just turn around.
- No.
- Don't look at me. Just turn around.
- No!
- Turn around!
No. If you're gonna shoot me,
you look at me in
the eyes, okay?
And you look hard,
because I am not your enemy.
I can't be.
You and I have too
much in common.
No, we don't.
I have a job to do.
Sorry.
Hey.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Just waiting for my partner.
Maybe you've seen her.
Pretty girl,
thinks she can leap tall
buildings in a single bound,
carries the weight of the world
on her shoulders, yet...
still manages to laugh
at some of my jokes.
She sounds like a handful.
Tell me about it.
Anyway...
if you do see her,
tell her she owes me about
a hundred coffees.
Castle.
Thank you.
For what?
For not pushing
and giving me the space
to get through this.
Always.
So how do you feel now
that Lee Travis is dead?
I thought that taking him
down would resolve things,
but... it's still there.
Because you haven't fully dealt
with what happened to you.
No.
I felt it before the shooting.
I think it's always been there,
deep inside, since that night.
The night your mom was killed.
Mm-hmm.
I've let it define me, drive me.
It's made me who I am.
But now...
But now?
I want to be more
than who I am.
But I don't know if I
know how to do that
without letting my mom down.
She's dead, Kate.
You can't let her down.
The only person you can
let down is yourself.
Her death is a part of you.
And you're gonna have to
make peace with that,
just like you're gonna
have to make peace
with the scars from
your shooting.
But it doesn't
have to limit you.
How am I supposed to let go?
I can help you.
But the question is,
are you ready?
Yeah, I think I am.
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I'd love to do it at
the Botanical Gardens,
but Chris thinks
it's too expensive.
It's your wedding.
It's supposed to cost a fortune.
I know.
You only get married once.
- Aah! Oh, my God!
- Somebody call 9-1-1!
Help! Please.
Somebody, help! Help!
I'll call you later. Bye.
Who was that?
Personal business, Castle.
Really? Who is it?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Yeah, well, if you must
know, his name is Roger.
Roger.
Don't make fun.
Do you know what he has
that few men have?
A Josh Groban CD?
Uh, Hummel figurines?
No, not even close.
Roger has the most
incredible resistance band.
A resistance band?
What is that?
Is that what I think it is?
For strength training.
He's my physical therapist.
Oh. Oh, I had no idea
you were still going.
Yeah, for another few
weeks, till I get 100%.
- Hey, good morning.
- Morning.
So what do we got?
Victim's name is Sarah Vasquez.
She's a 28-year-old
kindergarten teacher.
She and a classmate were
leaving this yoga studio
when Sarah suddenly dropped.
Bullet wound straight
to the heart.
Yeah, what's weird is,
no one heard a shot
or saw a shooter.
Maybe the weapon was silenced.
Maybe it was a stray bullet.
Just read an article,
how a mailman in
Portland was killed
when a bullet fired into the air
six blocks away
fell back to earth.
This bullet didn't
just drop from the sky
It went through her
from front to back,
not from up to down.
Can you tell us point of origin?
Not until I do a full exam.
Was yoga a regular
thing for Sarah?
Tuesdays and Thursdays
at 7:00 A.M.,
before school started.
Okay, let's look into enemies
- and anyone that knew she was here.
- Right.
We just got engaged last month.
She was so excited about
planning the wedding.
Chris, was there anyone that
might have wanted to hurt Sarah?
No.
Maybe an old boyfriend who
was upset about the wedding?
She didn't have anyone
like that in her life.
Everyone loved Sarah.
Wait. She did mention something
last night about a guy.
Someone she knew?
No. Uh...
she said she saw him a few
days ago, outside the school.
And then Tuesday
morning, she said
she thought she saw him
when she got out of yoga.
Did she tell you
what he looked like?
I-I-I can't remember. I...
Looks like Sarah's yoga
routine was common knowledge.
She even posted about it
on Facebook, joked that
she was gonna fit into that
dress if it killed her.
Well, somebody was
following her,
so let's talk to her
friends and coworkers...
and see if they saw a
strange man hanging around.
On it.
Beckett.
Lanie's got something.
You should get down here.
The bullet that killed
Sarah Vasquez is a .308,
specifically a 168 Grain
Sierra Matchking.
A rifle bullet.
It's a common ammunition
favored by...
long-range shooters.
So she was shot from a distance?
Based on her wound and how deep
it went into the door frame,
I'd say the bullet was fired
between 200 and 300 yards away.
200 yards?
Do we have any idea
where from exactly?
We're canvassing.
Near as we can figure...
the shooter fired from
one of these buildings,
somewhere between the
10th and 15th floor.
You guys, you don't have to
avoid the word on my account.
- What word?
- Sniper.
Even I noticed.
- We weren't avoiding anything.
- It was her idea. She--
Look, guys, I'm a big girl.
So let's just cut to the chase.
How good is this guy?
Well, he's as good as any
of the shooter--snipers
in my unit.
He took out a moving target
from a quarter of a mile away.
Did she feel it?
No. She died instantly.
So then I guess the question is,
why did our sniper target Sarah?
Any leads on the guy that
she said was following her?
No one in her circle
remembers seeing the guy,
and she didn't mention him
to anyone but her fiance.
Maybe he didn't have
anything to do with it.
What do you mean?
Well, usually we find our
killers by knowing our victims,
finding a motive.
But what if there isn't one?
What if she was shot at random?
How do we find him then?
Beckett's down!
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Kill Shot
Original Air Date on November 21, 2011
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Victim is Henry Wyatt,
38-year-old attorney.
- Same shooter?
- Looks that way.
Anyone, uh, see
or hear anything?
Nada, just like before.
He went for the head this time.
He's getting more confident.
Another victim,
same time of day--
this could be the DC
sniper all over again.
Lanie, is that the slug?
Yeah, it's all banged
up from the concrete,
but it looks like
the same caliber.
The angle of the entry's
more extreme, though.
He shot Wyatt from higher up.
See something?
Beckett, you all right?
Yeah, I'm just, uh...
I-I'm just trying to figure out
why these two victims and--and...
why shoot here?
The victims might be random,
but the location isn't.
A pro recons his
target beforehand.
If you're gonna kill something
from a long distance,
it's not a point-and-shoot
activity.
You factor in all the conditions,
like range to target,
minute of arc, and...
windage.
What is it?
This flag...
is the perfect wind gauge.
That can't be a coincidence.
Okay, so if he hung
that up there,
we might be able to
get eyes on him.
We should canvass the area
for security cameras--
We have a gunman
terrorizing this city--
2 victims in 24 hours.
We don't know who he is or
why he shot those folks.
Detective Ryan, what do we
know about the second victim?
Henry Wyatt was a litigation
partner at a law firm
two blocks from
where he was shot,
and according to his secretary,
he liked to walk,
which means there was
a predictable routine,
just like Sarah Vasquez.
Which doesn't mean
they were targeted.
After all, most New
Yorkers follow routines.
Esposito...
have we learned where
they were shot from?
We've got teams sweeping
buildings near
both crime scenes,
and so far, we've come up empty.
We need to find our shooter...
You know, it's just
a startle response.
- It could happen to anyone.
- Yeah, well, I'm not anyone.
- No, I'm just sayin'.
- Just don't.
Detective Beckett...
where are we on Henry
Wyatt and Sarah Vasquez?
I'm sorry?
On links between the victims?
We're still checking,
but they don't live
or work in the same area,
and it doesn't seem like
they have anyone in common.
In fact, we haven't really
found any connections
between the two of them yet.
Well, keep looking.
We know he has training,
a specific skill set.
Now every branch in the
military has snipers...
so do law enforcement agencies.
We're talking about close to
a thousand qualified shooters.
The fact is, everyone in this
city is a potential target.
Let's get it done, people.
Wait. Where you going?
I-I just have to
go do something.
Hey, Beckett,
canvass turned up
a security camera
across from where
the flag was hung.
Footage is on its
way in right now.
Is she okay?
No. You don't understand.
I need to be okay.
That's not always
a choice, Kate.
What you're describing, a
hypervigilance, it's a classic
- symptom of post-traumatic stress disorder.
- I don't have PTSD.
You were shot by a sniper.
I think it's fair to say,
this case is going
to bring up issues,
- issues you still haven't dealt with.
- Okay, then fine.
I'll deal with them.
Right now I need to figure
out how to make this stop.
It's not going to stop,
not without time and treatment.
The psychological trauma
is every bit as real
as the physical trauma.
Listen, people are
dying out there.
I don't have time to get all
weepy over a couple of scars.
Okay. So what's the alternative,
walking around feeling like you
have crosshairs on your back,
thinking every glint off a
window is a sniper's scope?
Look, there's gotta be a pill
out there or something, right?
Something to take the edge off.
Medication can help...
- but not right away.
- Well, then what?
Well, for one,
I think you should consider
stepping away from the case.
You don't think I
can handle this?
I'm saying...
you don't have to.
You're not the only cop
in the city, Kate.
Okay.
Then you know what?
I'm fine.
Thank you.
How worried should I
be about Beckett?
She's never snapped at
me like that before.
And meant it.
Hell, it was bad for
me when I came back,
and I never took a bullet.
Well, at least she
doesn't remember it.
Or she doesn't want to remember.
A thing like that, it's
easier to just keep in a box.
But this case might
bust that box open.
So what can we do?
- Catch the shooter.
- He's right.
Best thing for everyone,
Beckett included.
In the meantime,
just give her space
and don't take it personally.
Hey, guys, check this out.
This is 2 days ago at 4:30 P.M.
He planted the flag.
He's gotta be our shooter.
He knows where the camera is.
That's why he keeps
his face covered.
Why choose this street?
Why not pick a place without
any security cameras?
'Cause he's straight
up taunting us.
I'll run this photo by victims'
coworkers and friends,
see if anyone recognizes him.
He is not gonna make it easy
for us to catch him, is he?
No. He's smart and he's patient.
That's part of a sniper's DNA.
Yeah.
Don't go in.
Call CSU.
I'll be there in ten.
Uniform just found where the
sniper shot Henry Wyatt from.
Yep.
There's the crime scene.
600 yards.
World-class shot.
- But it's all wrong.
- What do you mean?
The view of the kill zone is
partially obstructed by that tree.
A better shot would've
been from the roof.
Our boy would know that.
So why wouldn't he take
the shot from up there?
It's possible he was
worried about being seen
by someone in a taller building
or a passing helicopter.
What's that?
A paper doll.
Think maybe it was
left by the sniper?
Or...
one of the workmen's kids.
So the sniper took the
shot from this window.
No.
He would've wanted to be
invisible from the street.
He'd have taken the shot from...
right here.
He took his time...
to spot that flag.
Adjusted for wind.
Acquired his target.
Bam.
The shell casing.
It would've ejected
to the right.
Sorry.
Hey. Where have you been?
I called you.
Uh, yeah, my phone's off.
What's--what's up?
Shell casing from the Wyatt
sniper hide had a print on it.
We just matched it to a
former special forces sniper
named Marcus Ford.
Just went through a
bitter divorce--
textbook trigger for
that kind of violence.
Ford runs a shooting
range in Long Island.
State police have
a tactical team
on the way to meet us there now.
Uh, maybe, uh,
it would be a good idea
if we hung back here?
We'll study up on Ford, just
prep for the interrogation.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
We got it covered.
Yeah, okay.
Thank you.
Our officers found
a whole arsenal
at your shooting range,
Mr. Ford.
Last time I checked,
I still have the
right to bear arms.
Yeah, well, you should
know that ballistics
is testing your rifles.
Have at it.
I didn't shoot anyone.
Well, that's not
exactly true, is it?
According to your
military record,
- you have 92 confirmed kills.
- So?
You lookin' to make
it an even hundred?
What's it like to look
through the scope,
to play God?
How do you feel when
you pull that trigger
and you destroy someone's life?
It's none of your damn
business is how it feels.
You know what I think?
I think that you should be on
the other side of that barrel.
Is that a threat?
Are you threatening me?
What are those people?
Are they just paper targets to you?
Do you even think about the
pain that you've caused,
about the families
that you leave behind?
Every life I ever took
saved one of ours!
Like hell it did!
You know what I think?
I think that you liked it.
I think that you couldn't
wait to kill again.
You're outta your mind, lady.
We found your print on a shell
casing left by the sniper.
That's impossible.
That is a lie.
I have nothing left to say.
I know my rights.
None of Ford's weapons
are a match.
So? That doesn't mean
he's not the sniper.
He could've hidden the rifle.
Ford's not our man.
His alibis for both
shootings are solid.
Are you sure?
I think I know how to check
an alibi, detective.
Well, if he's not our man,
how the hell did his fingerprint
get on that shell casing?
Could be a reload.
It's easy enough to
load a new bullet
into an empty shell casing
like the one we found.
All you need is the
right equipment.
Which means our sniper
is a client at Ford's
shooting range.
Go back in there
and get his help.
He's not gonna
want to talk to us
after the way you
went after him.
So what are you trying to
say, that I screwed up?
No, um--
I think what he's saying is that
you played bad cop.
And now we'll get
more out of Ford
if I go in and play good cop.
Okay, fine.
Maybe Ford can get us what
we need to nail this guy.
Mr. Ford, my apologies.
Gun!
Kate!
Beckett.
Coffee?
No. No, thanks.
It's decaf. Look--
Castle, I'm fine.
- Right, but--
- No, really.
I'm fine. What's in the folder?
CSU report on the paper doll.
This was not made by a kid.
It was cut out very precisely
with an X-Acto knife.
Out of what, a magazine?
No, the paper stock
is too heavy,
and given there's nothing
printed on the back,
it's probably from some high-end
coffee table book of some kind.
My guess-- a book of paintings.
If you look closely, you
can see brush strokes.
I think the sniper left that.
Why would he do that?
That much I don't know.
Yo.
Marcus Ford was no help.
He couldn't ID
the guy in the video.
We're pulling his
credit card receipts,
but he says that the shooting
range is mostly a cash business.
Beckett.
Where?
Okay. We're on our way.
Ryan found the building
the sniper shot
Sarah Vasquez from.
The super recognized the
jacket from the photo,
said he'd been hanging
around the building.
How do we know he
was in this room?
Because we found
another one of these.
This is it. He shot Sarah
Vasquez from right here.
This is different
from the first one.
It must be from a
different painting.
They've gotta mean something.
Yeah, like what?
What's it possibly gonna mean?
I don't know, but he's
leaving 'em for a reason.
Yeah, he's screwing with us.
He's just taunting us and trying
to make us look like idiots.
Hey.
We'll figure it out, okay?
Found something.
Moleskin.
Hard-core military
snipers put it
on the stocks of their
weapons to absorb sweat
so their rifles don't slip.
If there's sweat,
we can get DNA.
Yeah.
All right, go.
This is where it all started.
He pulled that trigger
right in this room.
One second, Sarah
Vasquez is alive
and dreaming of the
perfect wedding,
and then she isn't.
Kate...
You know he saw her face
when he killed her?
People always think
that snipers are so removed
from their targets.
But he wasn't.
He is as close as we are right now,
looking through that scope.
We're gonna catch this guy.
Yeah. Like we caught
the guy that shot me.
Why me?
Oh, darling.
I hope you haven't
been up all night.
Ah, I couldn't sleep.
Two days, two people dead--
someone out there is waking up
not knowing they're gonna
be murder number three.
I think I just decided
to skip school today.
Actually, I think you're both
under house arrest until
we catch this guy.
Oh, I can only imagine
how this sniper
must be affecting Beckett.
She says she's fine.
So what are you gonna do?
The only thing I can do--
try to figure out why he's
leaving these damn dolls behind.
If I could just figure out
what painting they're from.
Let me see.
Chiaroscuro.
You recognize that?
It's a style of painting
that was invented
during the renaissance,
exemplified by strong contrast
between light and dark.
We learned about
it in art history.
Try looking up Caravaggio
or Petrazano.
Can I just say, this
school of yours
is worth every penny I paid?
Hey, this might be it.
Petrazano.
"The Persecution Of Kings."
Beckett.
DNA on the moleskin
was a bust.
Ryan, you got results?
There were no matches
in the CODIS database.
The best the lab was able to do
was DNA phenotype,
and they say they
think our sniper
is a male with light
hair and brown eyes,
but that still leaves us with
over 200 suspects on our list.
I wouldn't cut
down the list yet.
Given what we went through
with the shell casing,
there's a chance the
moleskin's not even his.
I know what the
paper dolls mean.
Mr. Castle, now is not the
time for your theatrics.
Captain, just listen.
The paper dolls are predictive.
The dolls are cut
out of paintings
that literally tell us the
location of the next target.
The one that we found
at the first shooting,
it comes from a painting called
"The Persecution Of Kings."
- Henry Wyatt was killed on king street.
- Exactly.
The one we found in the hide
of the second shooting,
that's from a painting called
"The Fall From Grace."
There's a Grace
Avenue in the Bronx.
Grace church is on...
10th street and 4th Avenue.
And there's about a dozen
other possibilities.
If we can narrow it down...
we might be able to
stop him from...
Beckett.
Grace.
I don't know
where it's coming from!
Right this way.
How many people are dead?
- None.
- Thank God.
Yeah, sniper opened fire
through the window of
a conference room,
- on the 15th floor.
- Is anyone else injured?
No, just her.
Her name is Emily Reese,
and he only shot at her.
Emily, my name is
detective Kate Beckett.
I need you to tell
me what happened.
Why me?
What did I do?
Why is somebody
trying to kill me.
Emily, have you seen anybody
watching you lately?
No. I-I don't know.
I don't know.
- We gotta get her to the hospital.
- No!
Don't let them take me outside.
He's still out there.
No, you're gonna be okay, Emily.
Please don't do this.
He's out there.
He's going to kill me. Please.
Just go. Get her outta here.
Now. Go.
Please. Please, no!
Beckett.
Kate.
She's spinning out of control.
She's losing her
ability to cope.
Look, she should not
be on this case.
Well, she's not just
gonna walk away.
No, she's gonna drive
herself into the ground.
And you're the only
one who has any clue
as to what she's going through.
So what helped you?
Espo, what are we
doing back here?
I want to show you something.
What is that?
The rifle that shot you.
You are way outta line.
Just look at it.
No. What the hell are you doing?
I've been where you are.
I know what you're going through.
Javi, I'm fine.
You're not fine.
You're just trying
to act like you are.
This is just a tool.
It's a hunk of steel.
It has no magical powers,
and the person that fired it
is not some all-powerful God.
He's just a guy... with a gun,
just like the guy
we're hunting now.
And like every other bad
guy, he's damaged goods.
So am I.
That's right.
And that's okay.
You think it's a weakness?
Make it a strength.
It's a part of you.
So use it.
Any idea why the sniper
targeted Emily Reese?
Not yet. She was a VP
at a telecom company,
single, just bought an
apartment on West 96th.
No known connections
to the other vics.
But we do know he
was following her.
Castle, what do you have?
You're looking at a video
taken from Emily's lobby
yesterday at 1:40.
That's four hours
after he shot Wyatt.
There's Emily, getting
into the elevator.
There he is.
That's our guy.
Yeah. Unfortunately, we
still can't see his face.
What is he waiting for?
He's watching to see what
floor she'd get off on.
He knew exactly where
she was gonna be.
It's a miracle Emily's not dead.
It's not a miracle.
It's poor planning.
Turns out our sniper
used the wrong ammo.
The 1-6-8 grain loses stability
when it goes through glass.
The 1-6-5 is designed
for that kinda shot.
He didn't know that, which means
he has less experience
than we thought.
Okay, we need to go back
to the suspect list,
cross off all law
enforcement shooters
and any combat vets with
urban experience.
All right.
Is it just me...
or is his coffee cup
identical to Emily's?
Same logo.
It's from the same shop.
Zoom in on that.
Caffe...
Primo.
Must have followed
her from there.
I-if he's a customer, maybe
someone can ID him.
There's only one Caffe Primo.
It's on 47th Street, 2 blocks
from the Grace Point Tower
where Emily worked.
Okay, we need to find out
if any of the other victims
have a connection to that shop.
All right.
Uh, where's Beckett?
She's running down a lead.
Why would you shoot from here
when the roof gave
you a cleaner shot?
That coffee shop may be the key.
Sarah Vasquez lived six blocks
from the Grace Point Tower.
And she had a receipt in her
wallet from Caffe Primo
dated three days ago.
What about Henry Wyatt?
Wyatt's therapist has an office
right across the street
from the coffee shop.
He had a session two days
before he was killed.
That shop's gotta be ground zero
where he selected his victims.
Get the hell down there
and get me an ID.
The clock's ticking
on his next victim.
Yeah, they all get coffee here
on a pretty regular basis.
Are you saying he shoots
people from my shop?
It could be just a coincidence.
Have any of them been
in here together?
Maybe talking to each other or
anyone else for that matter.
- Not that I remember.
- What about this guy?
Is he a customer?
Is that the sniper?
Have you seen him?
Does he look familiar?
No.
Sorry. Maybe if I could get
a better look at his face--
Robert, phone call.
Excuse me.
I'm just praying
that I get accepted.
Your dad's an alumni.
You're in for sure.
Yo, dude.
I totally closed the deal.
Eight figures and a piece
of the merchandising.
No, it was epic, bro.
Hey, can you go in the back
and get some more of
that, uh, creamer?
I hate to think that any
of these people are dead
just because they picked the
wrong place to buy coffee.
It's not the coffee shop.
I know how the victims are connected.
How?
Sarah Vasquez just got engaged,
Henry Wyatt just made
partner at his firm...
And Emily Reese just
bought a giant apartment
on the Upper West Side.
They all had recent successes.
According to our profile, this
sniper is a paranoid loner.
He feels alienated,
victimized by the world.
He comes into here
for a cup of coffee,
and he hears about how
well everyone's doing,
how their dreams are coming true
while his are not.
Makes him feel invisible,
makes him feel angry.
So he picks one of them out,
and he makes them pay.
But even if you're right,
it doesn't get us
any closer to catching this guy.
It might if we ask
the right question.
He didn't shoot from the roof
because he couldn't
climb the ladder.
If you look at the video,
there's a slight hitch
in his step.
I think he has a
physical disability.
Uh, Robert.
Does this ring a bell?
A guy with a limp
or a leg injury?
There is a homeless guy
who's been hanging around
the last few weeks.
I think he's got a
prosthetic leg.
We're gonna need a description.
All right, adding disability
and partial and/or full
amputation to the list
cuts it down from 207...
to three.
- Erik Howard, Lee Travis--
- That's him.
Lee Travis.
He's 38 years old.
He did a year in the marines
before losing his right leg
in a hit-and-run
motorcycle accident.
Never caught the
driver of the car,
and Lee was given an
honorable discharge.
And according to his counselor,
Lee went into a deep depression.
Turned his anger
against the world.
He a string of low-paying
jobs, including a stint
as a security guard for the
Metropolitan Museum Of Art,
where his former boss said
he spent a lot of time
in the old masters section, home
of Caravaggio and Petrazano.
All right, I'm releasing Lee's
photo and bio to the media.
Within the hour, every person in
New York will know who he is.
Wait, sir.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
If he knows that
we're closing in,
that might trigger
another shooting.
We need to risk it.
We put his face out there,
it could give us a lead
on his whereabouts.
What do we know
about his family?
Lee has a sister in Queens.
Esposito's tracking
her down right now.
Are you sure it's him?
Yes.
You're not surprised.
Lee's an angry guy.
He has been since the accident.
I tried to do what I could, but...
you can't give help if
someone won't take it.
It breaks my heart that he
would do something like this.
When was the last
time you saw him?
About a month ago.
He came out to
Queens for the day.
It didn't go well.
He lost his apartment,
wanted me to ask him to
move in with us, but...
I didn't want him
around the kids.
Do you know where he's living?
I gave him my old
car when he left.
It's a blue Plymouth Duster.
Do you think you could write
down the license plate number?
Excuse me.
Beckett.
Where?
We're on our way.
I'm sorry. We gotta go.
Uniforms just found
the third hide
where Emily Reese was shot from.
Detective.
I know my brother's done
terrible things, but...
please don't hurt him.
How is he finding these places?
The same way he chooses
his victims. He listens.
He's homeless, so
nobody notices him.
Once he finds a building
that he'll be shooting from,
he recons it for the
best vantage point.
Castle...
we need to find that paper doll,
see where he's
gonna strike next.
Found it.
Oh, my God.
Does it ID the next victim?
Not victim.
Victims.
A patrol unit found Lee's car.
These were in the trunk.
- Any sign of the gun?
- No.
All right.
Listen up.
I want all units on tactical alert.
Lee Travis is out there
right now with his weapon,
intending to kill
multiple victims.
And given that the first three
were shot in the morning,
we don't have a lot of time.
I got it!
You know where he cut the
chain of dolls from?
I convinced them to let
me into the museum early.
I compared the dolls
to all the paintings
in their collection.
It's called "Lions
In The Meadow."
The only meadow I know
of in New York is at...
is in Central Park.
We should assume that Travis
is already in position.
If we start clearing the
park, he might start firing.
Whoever these dozen victims
are, he's targeting them
for the same reason he
went after the others,
so we can assume they're all
part of the same group.
Beckett, take everyone we can
spare, head for the park.
I want you in place
and ready to move
when we figure this out.
Ryan, get on the phone
to the Parks Department.
Find out what they have
scheduled there this morning.
Castle, you coming?
I'm more useful
here, helping Ryan
figure out who the targets are.
You got this.
All that tree cover is gonna
make it hard for him to target
any large area of the park.
Also, the buildings on the east
and west sides of the park
are high-end apartments
with doormen.
Which means he would
have to shoot
from the South end of the park.
I just got off the phone
with the Parks Department.
There's over a dozen events
planned in Central Park today.
Anything on the south end?
A nature sanctuary tour and a...
celebration for
Western High School.
Their track team just won
the state championship.
They should be on their way
into the park right now.
Wait. Western High
School's three blocks away
from the coffee shop.
Their team's called The Lions.
Lee must have heard one of
the parents or students
boasting about
winning that meet.
How are they getting
to the park?
Coming in by bus.
I'll call ESU.
Ryan, we need to stop that bus.
Listen, the school
has a bus unloading
at the Grand Army Plaza
entrance at the park.
ESU told Gates that
these two buildings
have the best vantage
point for the sniper.
How long till ESU
countersnipers get here?
10 minutes, so search all of
the floors above the 20th.
Let's go.
Come on. Come on.
Answer your phone, damn it!
I got an open door.
Suite 24-21. I'm going in.
Stop! Police!
Put the gun down, Lee.
I have a job to do.
Why don't you just call
it what it is, okay?
You shoot people in cold blood.
Those people deserve
what they're getting.
God blessed them.
He gave to them and
took from me--
my leg, my life.
How is that fair, huh?
How is that right?
Those people that you blame?
They're no different from you.
You're just saying that
'cause you're one of 'em.
You think my life is a picnic?
I know what if feels like
to be in those crosshairs,
to feel the bullet
burn through my chest.
I know what it feels like to
have my life leave my body.
And I think you do, too.
That's why you keep leaving
those paper dolls behind,
because you're
looking for somebody
to help you find another way.
There is no other way.
- Not anymore.
- No.
- It's too late.
- No, no.
There's always another way.
I want to help you.
I know that you're in pain,
and we can find a better
voice for your pain.
- Please just put that gun down.
-Just turn around.
- No.
- Don't look at me. Just turn around.
- No!
- Turn around!
No. If you're gonna shoot me,
you look at me in
the eyes, okay?
And you look hard,
because I am not your enemy.
I can't be.
You and I have too
much in common.
No, we don't.
I have a job to do.
Sorry.
Hey.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Just waiting for my partner.
Maybe you've seen her.
Pretty girl,
thinks she can leap tall
buildings in a single bound,
carries the weight of the world
on her shoulders, yet...
still manages to laugh
at some of my jokes.
She sounds like a handful.
Tell me about it.
Anyway...
if you do see her,
tell her she owes me about
a hundred coffees.
Castle.
Thank you.
For what?
For not pushing
and giving me the space
to get through this.
Always.
So how do you feel now
that Lee Travis is dead?
I thought that taking him
down would resolve things,
but... it's still there.
Because you haven't fully dealt
with what happened to you.
No.
I felt it before the shooting.
I think it's always been there,
deep inside, since that night.
The night your mom was killed.
Mm-hmm.
I've let it define me, drive me.
It's made me who I am.
But now...
But now?
I want to be more
than who I am.
But I don't know if I
know how to do that
without letting my mom down.
She's dead, Kate.
You can't let her down.
The only person you can
let down is yourself.
Her death is a part of you.
And you're gonna have to
make peace with that,
just like you're gonna
have to make peace
with the scars from
your shooting.
But it doesn't
have to limit you.
How am I supposed to let go?
I can help you.
But the question is,
are you ready?
Yeah, I think I am.
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