Castle (2009–2016): Season 5, Episode 18 - The Wild Rover - full transcript

I sure could go for
something sweet.

Do you want to grab
a bite to eat?

Actually, it's not
food that I'm craving.

Oh, uh...

What? Is it...

No, no. It's nothing.

No, no. I happen to be
an expert on nothing.

And this. This is not nothing.

Okay. Fine.

Um... do you know how you talk
in your sleep sometimes?

Oh, yeah.

Well, last night
you said a name.

Oh...
and not your name I'm assuming.

No.

Well, I wouldn't read anything

into one random utterance.

14 utterances.

And the name was Jordan.

You said it over and over again.

Who's Jordan?

I have no idea.

Is it a woman?

No, it's nothing.

Castle, I know nothing.

Nothing is a dear
friend of mine.

And this. This is not nothing.

Yes, it is. Besides...

most of what I say
is meaningless.

Why would it be any
different when I'm asleep?

We're not done here.

Come on, Castle.
Who is Jordan?

I got nothing to hide.
There's just nothing to tell.

Then why are you
being so defensive?

I'm not.

Okay, fine.

I'll just wait until
you're asleep.

And then I'll ask you.

You can't do that.

Come on, Castle. You just said
that you had nothing to hide.

Yeah, but interrogating
me in my sleep?

Would you stoop that low?

Who says I haven't already?

- Hey, Lanie.
- Hey.

Wow.
Talk about death by chocolate.

Don't blame it on the
chocolate, Castle.

A bullet's what did him in.

So that red stuff's
not raspberry sauce?

Afraid not. Exit wound.

So he was shot in the back
and then fell in the mixer?

Looks like, but before that,

he may have struggled
with his attacker.

Beige fibers--

they were caught
on his watchband.

CSU will run an analysis.

Vic's name is Jimmy Whelan.
He's the owner of the shop.

He has no record.

And nothing in his bio that
points to who did this.

You can rule out
dissatisfied customers.

These things are insanely good.

Eww.

You're eating a
dead man's cupcake?

There was free samples.

Time of death?

Between 11:30 and 12:00.

Based on what?

All of a sudden, you're an ME?

I thought you liked it
when I played doctor.

I, uh, based the time
of death on what

the vic's assistant told me.

Right over there.

Okay, Todd, why don't you just
run us through what happened?

Jimmy sent me on a
delivery at 11:30--

a dozen red velvets to a
beauty shop down the way.

And when I came back...

He's a super-nice guy-- Jimmy.

Well, is there
anyone in his life

who didn't feel that way?

I'm not sure.

The truth is, this is
only my second week here.

But he was acting real
strange right before I left.

Strange how?

This car... cruised by the shop,

kinda slow.

He got all nervous.

That's when he
sent me on my run,

like he wanted to get rid of me.

What kind of car was it?

It was a black '68 Charger R/T.

I know my muscle cars.

Did you see who was driving?

No, but whoever it was
parked it around the corner

as I was leaving.

When I got back,
the car was gone,

and there was Jimmy.

Well, we'll need a detailed
description of that car.

Looks like Jimmy kept a
lot of dough around here.

It is a bakery.

Good one.

This briefcase was
stashed in his office.

That's $50,000.

Whoa. At $4 a pop,

he would have to sell
12,500 cupcakes.

That seems unlikely.

Todd, what do you know
about that money?

Nothing. I swear.

But he's real paranoid
about that case.

Twice a week, he'd take
it out of the safe

and take it with him
down to Staten Island.

- What for?
- Just said he had business there.

Well, obviously Jimmy was into
more than just baking cupcakes.

So let's look at all the owners

of '68 Chargers in
the Metro area.

You got it.

Hey, where's Ryan?

Oh, right.

The appointment at
Dr. Rosenberg's office

is in 20 minutes.

It's gonna take us at
least 15 to get there,

so we should probably go, right?

Which means you should probably...

Hey, what's the matter?

What if it's my fault?

What if it turns out that there's
something wrong with me?

It's nobody's fault, Kev.

We just need to know
what's going on.

You want some help?

Nice.

So master baker Jimmy Whelan,

longtime purveyor of caloric
yet delicious baked goods,

sponsor of a local
kids' softball team,

charter member of the small
business roundtable--

but what was he doing
with 50 grand in cash,

and why the secret trips
to Staten Island?

Sounds like you're not the only
one keeping secrets, Castle.

I'm going to ignore that.

That's peculiar.

What's so peculiar about
wanting to ignore--

No, no, no, I mean
these purchase orders.

They show that Jimmy
spent over $70,000

on kitchen equipment.

Like a 20-foot-wide
walk-in freezer.

I don't remember seeing that.

That's because there wasn't one.

It wouldn't even fit
in his kitchen.

Yo. So I ran '68 Chargers.

There's only a handful of them
on the road, but get this.

One of 'em is registered
to a Robert S Shannon,

AKA Bobby S.

He's a shot caller

for the Irish mob over
in Staten Island.

He's a ruthless son
of a bitch, too--

drug trafficking, assaults.

He's suspected of half a dozen
murders over in Staten Island.

Wait a minute. Secret trips to
Staten Island, all that cash...

What if the cupcake shop
is actually a mob front?

Jimmy Whelan the baker

is actually Jimmy Whelan
the money launderer.

Bobby S could've had a
falling out with him,

could've whacked him.

Maybe, but we're gonna need more

than just his car
at the crime scene

to connect him to that murder.

Well, I may have somebody who
can help us out with that.

I pulled Jimmy's phone records.

In the last three days, he
received numerous calls

from a woman named, um...
Sibhan...

Siob--

Siob--Sib--

- Siobhan.
- Siobhan?

Yeah, the Irish are notorious
for spelling names

in wild and
unpronounceable ways.

I don't even see how
you get that from--

you're not alone.

Anyway, Siobhan O'Doul,

she runs a bar over
in Staten Island.

And according to
organized crime,

it's a place where Bobby S
does a lot of his business.

Does Siobhan happen
to own that bar?

She does, yeah.

Thank you for coming in,
Ms. O'Doul.

Anything for New York's finest.

Yeah, especially considering

that a felony charge
like obstruction

would cost you your
liquor license.

What do you want?

I need some answers
about Jimmy Whelan.

Never heard of him.

That's funny considering
you made seven phone calls

to him over the last three days.

Oh, Jimmy the baker.

Yeah, I-I'm thinking of
ordering some cupcakes.

Yeah, well, you missed your chance.
He was killed.

When?

Earlier today.

Do you know anything about it?

No. Why would I?

Well, we think that someone
that frequents your bar

was involved.

What can you tell
me about Bobby S?

I'm not saying another word.

Give me my phone call.
I want my phone call now.

Hey, guys.

Hey, what's up, man?

Sorry I'm late.

How did the, uh, thing
go, with the, uh...

You know, do the
thing in the thing

and give the thing
to the doctor?

Yeah. Uh, it went... fine.

So are your swimmers swimming?

Um, I don't know yet.

Hey, caught a case.

Yeah, yeah, as a matter
of fact, we did.

Let me bring you up to speed.

- Hi, guys.
- Hey.

Hey, what's up, Jenny?

Kevin, you forgot your lunch.

Thanks, baby.

What would you do
without me, huh?

Fenton?

Siobhan?

Fenton.

Hey!
What the hell are you doing?

That's my husband.

You're married?

Oh, lady, you can't slap a cop.

You're a cop?

- Ohh!
- Ugh!

You liar! You son of a bitch!

How could you?!
Get off of me! Let go!

I can explain.

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The Wild Rover

What do you know about this?

Not a thing.

Come on.

Is it possible our Ryan

is involved in something
scandalous and tawdry?

Ryan? No way.
He doesn't have it in him.

Yeah, but did you see the way

Siobhan gave him that
flying lip lock?

They--ooh. Look, Jenny's pissed.

Yeah, well, it's not surprising

when you find out someone
you're in a relationship with

is keeping a secret.

I...

Be cool. Here he comes.

Act normal. Act normal.

- I am. This is normal.
- I can't--

Damn.

Bobby S.

Are we thinking that this guy

is the one that took
out Jimmy Whelan?

Wait. You know Bobby S?

Yeah, we were friends
back in the day.

You were friends with this lowlife?
How's that?

We used to run in the same crew.

I was undercover for 14 months

before I joined homicide.

You were undercover
on Staten Island?

With the Irish mob?

Yeah.
So what do we got on Bobby S?

No. Hold on. Hold on.

Just go back for a
second, please.

You were undercover?

That's where you and
Siobhan used to--

It's complicated.

I love complicated.

How is Siobhan
connected to all this?

She knows the vic.

And she knows Bobby S,
obviously.

But she's not talking.

Well... maybe she'll talk to me.

So I guess it's not
Fenton O'Connell.

It's Kevin. Kevin Ryan.

Well, at least you're Irish.

You didn't lie about that.

I didn't lie about
a lot of things.

They said you went into hiding.

Seven years without a word.

Yeah, I know.

You do not know.

Believe me, I didn't want to go.

Spare me.

You didn't even have the guts

to tell me to my face.

Just a note on the dresser.

Siobhan, I know you're angry.

But if you're in trouble,

if you know something about
Bobby S killing this guy,

tell me.

Let me help you.

You can go straight to hell,

cop.

Deep cover?

I can't believe he
didn't tell me.

Espo, he didn't even tell Jenny.

Yeah, but I'm his best friend.
She's just the wife.

Thus proving why there
is no Mrs. Esposito.

Hey, it's hard to find a
woman for this much man.

So how'd it go?

It didn't.

So, uh,

what do we think Bobby's motive
was for killing this guy?

We don't know.

But it seems like
the two of them

had a falling out of some sort.

Yeah, you could put it that way.

And you are?

Special Agent Sam Walker, FBI.

I'm Detective Beckett.

This is Detective
Ryan and Esposito.

Ryan? Kevin Ryan?

- You've heard of him?
- Yeah, of course.

This man got inside the
Irish mob with a wire

when no one else could.

You helped put away half
the crew in Staten Island.

Too bad the weeds
grew back, huh?

They always do.

So what's the FBI's interest
in our murder investigation?

Your victim--Jimmy Whelan.

He was my informant.

Jimmy was just running his shop,

trying to get by,

but then when the
economy turned,

he borrowed some hard money,

and after that, Bobby S
owned him.

So Jimmy was feeding you
intel on Bobby's operations.

No, more than that.

He was gonna help us
get the crew's bible.

The bible?

I'm guessing we're not
talking about the holy book.

No, it was just something
the crew called it.

It's a list of transactions and
contacts going back years.

You get that bible, you'll
take down the whole crew.

So now that Jimmy's gone,
you're back to square one.

Pretty much, though we
still have Siobhan.

I'm sorry. I don't understand.

She's my informant, too.

What? Siobhan wouldn't snitch.

Maybe not the old Siobhan.

But the truth is, once you left,

she fell on hard times.

The crew drinks at her bar.

They talk to her.
They trust her.

Bobby S even keeps an
office in the basement.

So when she wanted out,
we made an offer.

For what, Witness Protection?

Yeah, if she helps us
bring down the crew.

Helping us get the bible,
that was gonna be her ticket.

Well, until Bobby S figured out

that Jimmy was a rat

and had him killed.

So that's why she called
Jimmy, to warn him?

Yeah.

Jimmy thought he could
talk his way out of it.

Of course, he couldn't.

So what happens to Siobhan now?

She goes back in.

She can't.

Not now. I--

It's too dangerous.

She knows the risks.

Agent Walker, if we
linked her to Jimmy,

then Bobby S can, too.

Look, Siobhan is
free to walk away.

And go where?

You don't just walk
away from Bobby S.

Everybody knows that.
He's gonna hunt her down.

You have to put her in
Witness Protection.

Yeah, for the bible, sure.

But Witness Protection isn't
some entitlement program.

Siobhan has to earn it.

Excuse me.

I need to meet with her now.

The feds are hanging
her out to dry.

And when Bobby finds out,
he'll kill her for sure.

Look, Siobhan,

the main thing is not to panic.

You don't want to do anything
that might arouse suspicion.

Just keep your head down for a while.
You'll be fine.

No.

You'll be dead.

Look at you, telling the truth.

The cop is right.
I'm screwed six ways to Sunday here.

Where does Bobby S
keep the bible?

In his bedroom safe.

How was Jimmy gonna get it?

Every Thursday, Bobby S
has the guys over to bet on pool.

Jimmy was supposed
to do it then.

What about the combination?

Bobby changes it every Friday.

But I know the system he uses.

And Jimmy could get the bible
because he was one of the crew,

and he had access
to Bobby S's house.

And now we got no one inside.

I'll go in.

I'll get the bible.

Really?

You? How?

You know how close I was
to Bobby S back then.

My Fenton O'Connell
cover is still good.

Detective, that was
seven years ago.

As far as the crew knows,

I bolted when the
feds swooped in.

You guys even filed indictments
against Fenton O'Connell, right?

Yeah.

How long has law enforcement
been after that bible,

15, 20 years, huh?

These guys are
drug-dealing parasites.

When are you gonna get another
shot to wipe 'em all out?

Look, you want the bible,

we want Bobby S for murder,

Siobhan wants to keep breathing.

Everybody wins.

I can do this.

Let me run this by my ASAC.

What are you doing?

Are you out of your mind?

I was Fenton.
I can be him again.

Don't get yourself
killed on my account.

Okay. Yeah, you hate me.

I get that, and I deserve it.

But do you want to be put in
witness relocation or not?

Yes or no?

Detective...

Were you serious
about that offer?

You've been out of it a
long time, Detective.

There's a new hierarchy,

and you're going to have
to win them over, fast.

Seven years since
you were Fenton--

that's a lifetime.

It's not enough to act like him.

You must become him.

I am Fenton O'Connell.

If you're not convincing,

you're dead.

I am Fenton O'Connell.

I am Fenton O'Connell.

I don't like this, bro.

You don't have a
wire, no locator.

If I did, Bobby S
would find 'em.

This is the way
it's gotta be, man.

What's the name of Agent
Walker's informants

who will vouch for you?

The Mason Brothers,
Matt and Tony.

Where'd you do
your last stretch?

Elmira for man one.

I can even tell you
my cell number.

I know what I'm doing, okay?

What about Siobhan?

Our plan is solid.

I got this.

See you on the other
side, partner.

Mm-hmm.

What, this is the
welcome I get, huh?

None of you Irish
bastards missed me, huh?

Fenton?

Fenton O'Connell?

Hey, Siobhan.

Ugh!

Nice to see you, too, Maggie.

What'd you expect, a parade?

After what you did to Siobhan?

- Unh-unh.
- One shot's all you get.

Hey, take your hands
off the lady.

Long as she keeps her
hands off of me.

Seven years, Fenton?

Where the hell have you been?

Look, you're pissed. I get it.

But we'll work all this...
out, maybe a little less publicly.

But first I need to
talk to Bobby S.

Oh, that's why you
came back, for Bobby?

Let me handle my business,

and then I'll have nothing
but time for you.

Ah, you are such a charmer.

But if it's Bobby S
you're after,

you're gonna have to go
through his number two.

Yeah? Who might that be?

My husband...

Liam.

I'm telling you, man.
He's not the Ryan I know.

And I'm not just talking about
the haircut and the clothes.

It's like he's a different dude.

That's what he's supposed to be.

He's in character.
He's Fenton. That's good.

Yeah, but what if
he's not good enough?

After seven years,
he's gotta be rusty.

And these Staten Island
boys are no joke.

You guys, the best
way to help Ryan

is by building a case
against Bobby S.

That might be trickier
than we thought.

Bobby S's '68 Charger has
an electronic E-ZPass,

and records show

the Charger drove to Yonkers

via the George Washington
Bridge around 10:00 AM.

It didn't make the return
trip till after 2:00 PM.

Jimmy was killed between
11:30 and 12:00.

That puts Bobby in the clear.

How is that possible?

The car that Todd saw
outside of the bakery

had to have been Bobby S's.

Maybe he somehow
disabled his E-ZPass,

making it appear as
though all he did

was go to and from Yonkers.

Okay, yeah, but how
do we prove that?

We figure out where he went
when he was in Yonkers.

And then we find evidence

that he left during our
time-of-death window.

He's trying to build an alibi,
and we're gonna tear it down.

Give me your phone.

Why?

Bobby S has an abiding
distrust of electronic devices.

Give me your phone.

Whoa. Whoa.
What'll the missus think, huh?

Hey, Bobby.

Do I know you?

What the hell? It's me Fenton.

I recall knowing a Fenton
O'Connell years ago.

He was like a brother to me.

Real stand-up guy...

Till he cut and ran.

Come on, Bobby.

I got ratted out. You know that.

Me hanging around

woulda just brought more
heat down on everyone.

So you made yourself scarce.

In fact, no one's heard from you in...
seven years.

Where you been?

Out west.

Been making some
moves here and there

until the statute of
limitations ran out.

Tell you the truth, Bobby,

I didn't want to come home

till I had something
to bring to the table.

Well, friend...

Here's the table.

I heard the feds took
down Ben Gideon,

so you might be in
need of some product.

I been working with the Mason
Brothers out of Chicago.

I've heard of 'em.

It's a stable source,
quality stuff.

I can get you whatever you need.

This is me stepping up, Bobby.

So what...

You're the wild rover
from the song?

"Returning with gold in
great store," is that it?

Or are you a rat?

You know me better than that.

Well...

I said my piece, but I'm
not gonna beg, Bobby.

It's up to you, okay?

Oh, yeah, it is.

So...

Should I welcome home
the prodigal son,

or should I have
Liam put a bullet

in the back of your head?

Oh, just say the word, Bobby.

You think I'm some kind of rat,

that I'm a man without honor?

Then you pull the trigger.

You doubt me, Bobby,

you do it yourself.

Fenton's back.

Welcome home.

Still here.

What can I get you?

A pint of the black stuff.

Glasses in the air.

Luke 15:32.

What the hell kind
of a toast is that?

Where'd you find
this heathen, Bobby?

Didn't he ever go
to Sunday school?

"We should celebrate and rejoice

because..."

"Because your brother
here was dead

and has come to life."

Welcome home.

- To Fenton.
- Fenton.

Slainte.

What do you think of him?

Doesn't matter what I think.
It's up to Bobby S.

Yeah, but do you buy his story

about where he's been for
the last seven years?

I don't know, but I'm
gonna check it out.

And if he's lying
about somethin'?

Then I'll kill the bastard.

So I think I figured out

where Bobby S went in Yonkers.

The raceway.

He pulled out $500 in cash
from the ATM there.

Betting on the ponies.

Any security cameras
in the parking lot?

Espo's checking right now,
but if we can prove

that he left just before
our time-of-death window,

then that should help us
nail him for the murder.

Oh, no.
Thank you. I'm fine.

So do we know how Ryan's doing?

I don't know, and I hate
not knowing things.

Okay, look. Uh...

Jordan is not a
woman, all right?

Then who is it?
Or rather, what is it?

Why does it matter?

Because, Castle,
it matters to you.

Why won't you tell me?

Lanie's identified the
fibers on Jimmy Whelan.

They are...
wool from an Australian sheep.

Ah, perhaps Bobby S
had an accomplice--

a cold-blooded, murderous sheep.

- That's it.
- Seriously?

No, not that. This. Look.

Look at the jacket he's wearing.

It's leather shearling...

with wool.

- That ties him to the murder.
- Not so fast.

There were no cameras
in the VIP parking area

of the racetrack.

But it turns out Bobby S
had a lucky day.

His 40-to-1 long shot won.
Netted him 14 grand.

And wearing the same coat.

The problem is,

he's filling out
his W-2G tax forms

at the exact same time
that Jimmy got whacked.

Then Bobby S
can't be our killer.

So he was being set up.

Someone borrowed Bobby S's
car, planted those fibers,

all in an effort to make
him look like the killer.

If someone's trying
to set Bobby S up,

Ryan needs to know.

You know...
it's risky meeting like this.

It better be important.

Bobby S didn't kill Jimmy.

The real killer stole
his car and set him up.

Or Bobby ordered the hit

and loaned his car
to the killer.

No, bro.

Forensic evidence was
purposefully left behind.

It's a frame.

Probably someone
in his own crew.

Okay. I'll keep my eyes open.

What good is that
gonna do you, hmm?

What good is that gonna do you
when something goes down,

I'm not there to back you up?

What you need to
do is walk away.

I'll walk away when I'm done.

What's wrong with you?

You got a lot to lose, man.
You got Jenny.

You're trying to start a family.

I don't need you to tell
me what's at stake here.

Look, man...

I got invited to Bobby S's
pool game tonight.

This is it.

This is my shot at
getting that bible.

It's not worth it, man.

I'll call you when I get it.

How could Bobby S
not be the killer?

I heard him say he
thought Jimmy was a rat.

Someone else must've
heard that, too.

Someone in the crew?

It has to be, right?

This is bad. You can't go
to the pool game tonight.

I have to go.

I won't get another chance.

You won't get another chance.

What's the combination
to Bobby S's safe?

Uh...

3-0-4-2-1-7.

3-0-4-2-1-7.
How do you know that?

Bobby has me ring up a
total on the cash register

on Friday nights.

He bases the combination
on that total.

We're gonna get through this.

Oh, come on.
You still have this little guy?

Wait.

Um, what his name again?

How could you forget
Mr. Whiskers?

You spent over 50 bucks
trying to win him for me.

That ring toss was a bitch.

Well, it was worth every penny.

He's seen me through
some pretty rough times.

Was any of it real?

What I felt was.

I gotta go.

Big night tonight.

So the canvass at
Yonkers raceway

came up with something.

A parking attendant saw
Bobby S's black Charger.

Now it returned 30 minutes
after the murder.

He only saw it from a distance,
but he says the driver

was wearing a baseball cap,

and he walked to
the subway stop.

- Okay, let's touch base with the MTA.
- Already did.

I cross-referenced all
metrocards swiped at that time.

One of 'em was bought
with a credit card,

and that credit card
belonged to Liam Finch.

That's Bobby S's number two.

It's a coup.

Liam is framing Bobby to
get him out of the way.

He wants to take over.

And Ryan walked right
in the middle of it.

Worse.
He didn't walk in the middle.

He walked in as
Bobby S's friend.

That makes him Liam's enemy.

Okay, we have to warn him.

If we call him, we
could blow his cover.

If we don't, he
could end up dead.

Get the hell outta here.

Since when'd you become
such a pool hustler?

Just call me fast Eddie.

Come here.

I went over your numbers.
I can live with 'em.

So how soon can you get some
of that Chicago crank up here?

I can get you 5 pounds
by this weekend.

Come next week,

I can get you however
much you want.

Love it.

Take your shot, you
lucky bastard.

It's Keane. Says it's urgent.

Yeah, Keane.

Liam, you were right.

We got a rat in the house.

I'll call you back.

He said we got a
rat in the house.

Ahh!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

All right, I gotta hit the head.

Tell Stevie to bring
my car around front.

Hey, sport.
Been looking for you.

Bobby S needs us
to take a ride.

Okay. Let me get my phone.

You're not gonna be needing it.

Car's out back. You're driving.

All right. I'll be right back.

Time to go... Fenton.

Ryan's still not answering.

Well, if Bobby S doesn't allow
cell phones in his presence,

maybe he and Ryan are
still just playing pool.

What did Agent Walker say?

The feds don't know any more
than we do about where Ryan is.

Something's not right.

Guys... is Kevin in trouble?

Uh, no.

We're just talking
some procedural stuff.

Don't lie to me, Javi.
What's going on?

Where's my husband?

Jenny, maybe we should
go get a coffee.

So you don't know where he is?

No.
But we are going to find him.

And, um, we don't believe that
he's in any immediate danger.

Why would he do a
thing like this?

Maybe he thinks he has
something to prove

'cause of all of our...
pregnancy stuff.

You know, I think that there are
probably a number of reasons,

but the main one is that he just
wants to do the right thing.

I mean, that's who he is,
that's why he became a cop,

that's why you fell
in love with him.

I just want him to come home.

Hey, Beckett.
I need to talk to you.

We going to the docks?

Only two things to
do at the docks--

kill someone or go fishing.

Kinda late to be
fishing, ain't it?

Yep. All the fishies are asleep.

What now, huh?

You know, I had my
suspicions about you

from the moment you walked
into Siobhan's bar.

But, no. Everybody said,
"Fenton is stand-up."

Everybody vouched for
you, even Bobby S.

But you still had
your doubts, huh?

That's right.

So I had Keane follow
you around today.

You know, I knew that we
had a rat amongst us.

But what I didn't figure

was how that rat could
hide in plain sight.

- Siobhan?
- I'm sorry.

So am I, brother.

Keane followed you over
to Siobhan's place.

Yeah, I spoke with one
of her neighbors.

Turns out she was picked up
by the cops two days ago.

Being an inquisitive lad,
Keane broke in to her place.

Tell him what you found, Keane.

I went through her
cell phone, Fenton.

Man, she's been
talking to the FBI.

After all this time,
nothing but a snitch.

A Judas...

With an angel's face.

Now, Fenton, you know me.
I'm nothing if not fair.

So I'm gonna give
you a fair chance

to prove you knew
nothing about this.

Blow her brains out.

Fenton, we're leaving with
one or two bodies tonight.

It's up to you.

It's okay. It's not your fault.

Just do it.

I just can't do it, bobby.

I can't shoot her.

However I have no
problem shooting you.

Empty. You son of a bitch.

Had to be sure, friend.

And damn.
I'm so disappointed in you, Fenton.

Not as disappointed as
you're about to be.

My name's not Fenton.
It's Kevin Ryan,

and I'm a cop.

What? A cop?

Yeah, and I'm placing the
three of you under arrest.

Well, that'll be a
hell of a trick,

considering Liam's about to shoot you...
and your girlfriend.

Wait a second.
Liam, before you do that,

let me ask you a question.
Where's your cell phone, huh?

What?

Remember when we tussled
back in the hall?

Yeah. I picked your pocket.

And then when you
weren't looking,

I dialed my partner and
left the line open.

No way.

He heard exactly
where we were going.

- Liam.
- He's full of crap, Bobby.

- He's bluffing.
- Oh, am I?

Why don't we meet
my partner, huh?

Yo, Javi, where you at?!

Right here, bro.

No, no.
He is former Special Forces.

You do not want to draw on him.

Want to meet the
rest of my crew?

Hey, Beckett!

You called, Ryan?

Don't let the looks
fool you, boys.

You don't want to mess
with her, either.

Castle!

Seriously? I didn't...
I didn't bring my vest.

Drop your weapons. Now.

I got the best
lawyer in New York.

I'm gonna walk.

Not when I hand the feds this.

Snazzy 3-piece suit could
only mean one thing...

Ryan is back.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So where are we with Liam?

Beckett's got him in the box,
trying to get him to confess

to Jimmy Whelan's murder.

And Agent Walker called.
He said the bible you gave him is gold.

Bobby S and his whole crew
are doing down.

And, uh, Javi...

The other day at the diner--

Don't sweat it.
That wasn't you talkin', man.

That was Fenton.

Yeah. Thanks.

You guys aren't gonna believe
this, but Liam is not our killer.

What are you talking about?
It was his metrocard.

He paid for it with
his own credit card,

and then he swiped it after
he dropped off Bobby S's car.

I know, but his alibi is solid.

He was on Staten
Island at that time.

Okay, well, if he
has a solid alibi,

the only question
that remains is,

who had access to his metrocard?

Maggie...

You know, I pegged you for a
lot of things, never a killer.

Yeah, I pegged you for a lot
of things, but never a narc.

Actually, see, I'm a
homicide detective,

which is why I know that you
killed Jimmy the baker.

Jimmy the who?

Oh, god. Are we actually
gonna play this game?

It's late. I am tired.

Officers went through your house,
and they found your gun.

Same caliber that killed Jimmy.

It's only a matter of time before
we get a ballistics match.

So Liam had no idea what
his wife was doing?

No, it was all Maggie.

She knew that Liam
was too loyal,

and she figured that if she
could get Bobby S in prison,

her husband would
ascend to the throne.

So really, Lady Maggie
was Lady Macbeth,

only she was Irish,
not Scottish.

Listen, Kate, about Jordan...

You know what? If, uh, if you
don't want to talk about it--

No, I-I-I wanna, but...

What happens if you don't
like what you see?

What happens if you
don't let me look?

Jordan Motor Company.
They made cars from 1916 to 1931.

That's Jordan? That's the big
secret, a defunct car company?

Sort of. It goes back to
my boarding school days.

My first semester there, I was
in danger of flunking out.

I needed an "A"
on my term paper.

So you wrote the paper
on that car company?

No. Someone else did,

and I paid him $250.

Um, Castle, that happened
when you were a kid.

I don't understand why that
would change how I see you.

Because it changed
how I saw myself.

The teacher read the paper
to the entire class

as an example of great
writing, and they applauded.

It was the first time I was
celebrated ev--for anything,

and... it was a fraud.

I... I was a fraud.

That's when I learned
how to write.

I wrote and wrote,

trying to be as great as
everyone thought I was...

Trying to earn that applause.

I'm still trying.

You're right, Castle.
It does change how I see you.

It makes me like you
just a little bit more.

Don't forget Mr. Whiskers.

Oh, so now you
remember his name.

Could you give us
a second, please?

I was hoping you'd come.

I wanted to say
good-bye this time.

"Good-bye" makes me feel like
I'll never see you again.

You won't.

Tomorrow you'll be in a new
city, have a new name.

You'll get to start over again.

Why'd you do this,
risk your life for me?

You know why.

This Kevin Ryan guy,

I wish I would've
met him sooner.

I'm sorry, Jenny.

I know it wasn't fair to you.

Just tell me the truth.

Is this part of your life,
this undercover part, over?

- Yeah, it is now.
- Good.

Because I need to know
that you're gonna be here.

A-and I need to know that
I can depend on you,

especially after
the test results

we got back from the
fertility doctor.

- Oh, no. Bad news?
- Yeah.

We took all those damn
tests for nothing.

I'm already pregnant.

You're pregnant?

You're pregnant.

Let's, uh, let's pop
some champagne.

No. No, We-we can't pop
any champagne.

Do you know why?
Because...

- you're pregnant.
- I'm pregnant.