Castle (2009–2016): Season 5, Episode 22 - Still - full transcript
After tracking a killer to his apartment, Beckett steps on a bomb trigger and must stand in place while the bomb squad finds a way to defuse it. Castle stays with her, and they argue over who liked who first, via flashbacks.
You got in late last night.
Catch a case?
Yeah.
Actually, it was this one.
Someone blew up an
apartment downtown.
Seriously?
And you didn't call me?
Castle, you said you
had a chapter due.
Yes, which is writer speak for
"all procrastination's welcome."
So what was it, a
terrorist plot, a meth lab?
The canvass turned up a
description of a guy
fleeing the scene in
a silver hatchback.
And we called in for
traffic cam footage.
Which is probably already
in, so I gotta get going.
Or... you could have
Esposito check that out.
He's very good at it.
I feel like I haven't seen you in days.
You know, I really do
have to get going, but--
But you're powerless to resist me.
You always have been.
Really?
Do you remember when we first met?
I kinda thought you were an ass.
Oh, I know you pretended
you thought that. But come on.
We're together now.
You can admit it.
You fell for me the first
moment you saw me.
- No, I didn't.
- Please. You did.
- You believe that, don't you?
- It's true.
Oh, hold on.
Beckett.
Okay. I'll be right there.
Traffic cam footage turned
up a match to the plates.
- We got him.
- Nice.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
- Did you see the hearts?
- Let's go, Castle.
Took me, like... six minutes.
The car's license plate was
registered to Archibald Fosse.
He lives alone in a
fourth-floor apartment.
This isn't his first
rodeo, either.
He got in trouble
playing the ponies
so he took out his bookie with
a car bomb six years ago.
Six years and he's already out?
Well, he was supposed
to do 20 years to life.
But his case got overturned
on appeal three months ago.
Any idea about the motivation
for last night's bombing?
No, we just ID'ed him
20 minutes ago.
There's a lot we have
to learn about him yet.
Yo, Beckett.
This is Diego Jiminez.
Uniforms intercepted him on his
way up to pay Mr. Fosse a visit.
How do you know him?
I don't, really.
I've never even met him.
We connected on-line.
I'm a collector.
He said he had some baseball cards
from the '30s he wanted to sell.
That's all.
Well, we know this much.
If Diego had an appointment,
Fosse's probably in there.
Police! Move! Move! Go! Go! Go!
NYPD!
Ryan, Espo, he's
coming your way.
Freeze! NYPD!
Let me see your hands.
Drop it! Drop it now!
What is that?
Why is it flashing?
Answer me! Answer me!
Baseball cards,
just like he said.
Beckett, Castle, get
outta there now.
The suspect had some kind
of device in his pocket.
I think he armed something.
Copy that. Everyone out now.
Let's go. You guys, out.
What was that?
Castle...
I think I'm standing on a bomb.
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Still
How long do you think
we'll have to stand here?
Once Bomb Disposal
finishes their sweep,
we'll know if there are any
other bombs you could step on,
or if I'm standing
on the only one.
We don't know that you're standing on a bomb.
It could be nothing.
It didn't feel like nothing.
Something gave way under my feet.
It felt like a trigger plate.
Could be a wonky floorboard.
With a metallic click?
Loose nail.
That's how floorboards get wonky.
Well, I hope you're right.
I'm right.
I mean, think about it.
Who puts a live bomb in
their own apartment?
It makes no sense.
You hungry?
Why?
Because any minute, someone's
gonna come through that door
and give us the all clear.
And there is an amazing diner
not three blocks from here.
Yeah? Well, I did miss my
breakfast this morning.
Yeah.
They make these incredible,
foamy lattes--
cups as big as your head--
and a goat cheese
omelet to die for.
Which would be a
poor choice of words
if you were standing on
a bomb, but guess what.
You're not.
You know, if I have
to be, uh, stuck...
not standing on a bomb, then
I'm glad I'm stuck with you.
I know.
Captain Mahoney,
Bomb Disposal Unit.
Which one of you is
Detective Beckett?
I'm Detective Beckett.
This is Castle.
Castle, you can relax.
We've X-rayed the entire
apartment from the floor below.
There are no other explosives.
No other explosives? So...
Detective, I'm afraid
you've stepped on
a sensor plate wired
to a detonator.
Depressing that plate was sort of
like cocking the hammer of a gun.
You take your weight off there,
it's like pulling the trigger.
So it's very important
that you don't move
until we figure out
how to disarm it.
BDU just confirmed it.
Beckett's standing on a bomb.
Trace detection estimates
10 kilograms of RDX.
Enough to take out
the whole building.
So what's the plan?
Sir, tell me there's a plan.
They're working on it.
What do we have on that bomber?
Looks like his
motive was revenge.
Kelly Runther, the woman
he blew up last night,
testified against him at his
arson trial six years ago.
Then why would he booby-trap
his own apartment?
The defense at his trial
centered on allegations
of evidence tampering
by police, so...
He's got a vendetta
against cops.
Yes, Sir.
He wanted this to happen.
Well, we're not gonna let it.
You get him in the box.
I want to know how to
deactivate that bomb.
What makes you think
it can be deactivated?
You better pray that it can,
because the person standing on it,
she's a friend of mine.
Not for long.
That's where you're wrong.
See, you're gonna help us.
You know how the bomb is made.
The detonator, the fuse, all
the other little parts--
if they can stop any one of those
parts from working, the bomb fails.
It's not gonna fail.
I'm not done yet.
None of this is over.
Well, then you're going
back to jail a cop killer,
and there's not a prison
around that's gonna--
You want to save your friend?
I want a lawyer.
Now.
We're estimating the trigger
plate is about 3 feet by 3 feet.
So no one crosses this line.
And the disarming process, how
long does that usually take?
Well, that depends on the bomb.
We still don't know what kind
of device we're dealing with.
So what are we supposed
to do in the meantime,
just--you can't have
her just stand there.
I'm okay, Castle.
No, you're not okay.
You're standing...
Look, you said, uh, stepping on the
plate was like cocking the hammer.
Stepping off the plate
was pulling the trigger.
What if we replaced Beckett
with something of equal weight?
You know, just the old Indiana Jones
bag of sand/golden idol trick.
Remember how that turned out?
Look, the plate she's
standing on can sense
even minor fluctuations
in pressure.
You try to transfer the weight,
you'll set off the bomb.
Put any kind of protective gear
on her, you'll set off the bomb.
She shifts too quickly from
one foot to the other--
Set off the bomb. I-I get it.
Thank you. I'm sorry I asked.
So what are we supposed
to do, just stand here?
Not you, Mr. Castle.
All nonessential
personnel must evacuate.
Oh, no.
I am essential personnel.
Castle, it's okay.
We'll take good care of her.
I got guys downstairs right
now figuring this out.
Meantime, Detective, sit tight.
I'll check back with you soon.
I appreciate it. I'm staying.
Castle, please. There is no
reason to put yourself in danger.
There's nothing that
you can do here.
Nothing? Excuse me.
Who's gonna be your bomb buddy?
My bomb buddy?
You heard what he said.
You're gonna be standing
here, maybe for hours.
If I don't stay, who's gonna
keep your spirits up?
Who's gonna take your mind
off of getting tired?
Castle, I'm gonna be fine.
I feel fine.
That would be great if you were a
reliable judge of your own feelings,
which clearly, you're not.
What does that mean?
I'm sorry.
Exhibit "A"-- according to you,
you felt nothing for
me when we first met,
- which we both know..
- Are you act--oh, I get it.
- I know what you're doing.
- What?
You know what, Castle?
Forget it.
I'm not going down that path.
You can just go now.
Fine, I'll leave
if you admit to me
you had feelings for
me when we first met.
Fine. I did have feelings
for you when we first met.
I couldn't stand you.
Do you even remember what you
were like in the beginning?
Well, apparently, I
was irresistible.
Irresistible? Are you joking?
Richard Castle, you are under
arrest for obstruction of justice.
You forgot making you look bad.
- Cuff him.
- Come on.
Bondage.
My safe word is "apples."
Do I look like
a killer to you?
Yes, you kill my patience.
Guess who's got a date
with a prostitute?
So many lonely women approached me
thinking I was their Tom Hanks.
- I got la--
- Castle.
Don't make me shoot you.
I really am ruggedly
handsome, aren't I?
I am gonna kill you.
Do I have to wait for him to
sign or can I shoot him now?
- How shallow are you?
- Very.
Call me a muse again, and I
will break both your legs.
- Okay?
- Okay.
In your dreams.
Actually, in my dreams,
you're never jealous.
In my dreams, you
just join in--ooh.
Okay. If you couldn't stand me
when we first met, tell me this.
Why couldn't you keep
your hands off me?
What are you even talking about?
Oh, you know what
I'm talking about.
Okay. Of course. Sure.
I'll be right there.
Apples. Apples. Apples.
Hold my hand.
That? Castle, that
was called survival.
We were just
huddling for warmth.
- Cuddling?
- Huddling.
Or one could see it as a small
part of a larger pattern--
unwanted touching
in the workplace.
Oh, so you're being harassed?
Is that it?
You know, you're very lucky.
A less understanding man would
press charges with all the...
inappropriate things
you've said to me.
Really? Like what?
Oh, jeez. How do you even
get in that position?
Right? It's not even possible.
Oh, it's possible.
Okay, gauntlet your right
fist in your left palm.
Shot too soon.
You know, we could always
just cuddle, Castle.
Did you just use the
word "veritable"?
- Yes, I did.
- Sexy.
You should hear me
say "fallacious."
The closest I ever came
to taking an art class
was posing for one as a model.
Wait. Posing in?
Not a stitch.
What's the matter, Castle?
You afraid of a little role play?
That's it? That's all you got?
There's more, but
on thinking back,
I was momentarily distracted
by your dizzying array of
hairstyles over the years.
Anyway...
Oh, Castle, me in a swimsuit under the hot...
blistering sun?
I'd be happy to rub
lotion on you.
You think this is crazy,
you should see some of
the clubs I've been to.
You know any good tricks?
I do this one thing
with ice cubes.
There is one hot... wild...
kinky thing that
I do like doing.
Putting killers behind bars.
Please, let's just stick it
in and get this over with.
That's not how I meant it.
I can't help it if you get off
by putting things in my mouth.
See? Like that.
I can't even-- it's uncanny.
Oh, like you've never
been inappropriate.
Me?
I've never been anything
but a perfect gentleman.
Really?
You ever have any fun?
Let your hair down? Drop your top?
A little "Cops Gone Wild"?
You do know I'm wearing a gun?
Yes, please.
Beat my pants off if you dare.
- Sex?
- I'll explain how that works later.
Slutty nurse.
You're very good at
bossing men around.
I find that hot.
Let me tell you something
about crazy people--
the sex is unbelievable.
Did you call to tell
me a bedtime story?
I would be happy to
let you spank me.
We're handcuffed.
Kinky. Strangely arousing.
You better not be
enjoying this, Castle.
I'll let you know in a minute.
If you are not comfortable in a
swimsuit, you can just skinny-dip.
So I wear boxers.
What do you wear?
Thong? Cheekies? Bloomers?
Granny panties? Commando?
And talk about
unwanted touching?
- Ready?
- Yep.
Okay. I'm gonna go up. Ready?
Grab my legs.
Castle, I said "legs," okay?
Oh, legs. Sorry.
Yeah, but that's simply because
your legs are so close to your...
other bits.
Oh, yeah.
Keep telling yourself that, Castle.
- It's gonna be okay, right?
- Yeah.
Those guys downstairs, they've
done this thousands of times.
Captain Mahoney.
Tactical wants an update.
Well, lack of access is
limiting our options.
What'd you find out about
that handheld remote he had?
It definitely
activated the bomb.
Good news? Tech thinks it
could deactivate it as well.
But we need the
right 5-digit code.
That's, what, a hundred
thousand combinations?
Yeah, and it's tamper proof.
Enter the wrong code, and...
My client says that he's
willing to give you the
disarm code, but...
he has some demands.
Full amnesty?
You gotta be kidding me, right?
This guy killed
someone last night.
Uh, allegedly killed.
Look, I know. I-I told him
that you wouldn't go for it,
but if you haven't noticed,
he's got a screw loose.
I can work on these
other things--
food, clothes, even the phone
isn't impossible, but--
He said he won't go back to prison.
Okay?
He walks or he won't help her.
- Boyer, right?
- Yeah.
You been out of law school,
what, two, three years?
- Ten months.
- Ten months?
- Yeah.
- Okay, listen to me.
That detective standing on that bomb,
she needs to get through this.
You understand me?
Look, I-I swear.
I'm--I'm doing what I can.
All right.
I'll take this list to the DA,
but we're gonna need a plan "B."
The DA's not going for it,
nor should he.
Turning this madman loose on
society to save a single life,
even hers, is against
everything we stand for.
Beckett--she'd be the
first to agree with that.
I'll go back to the lawyer.
See if he can get
through to Fosse.
So I told him that there
was a deal to be had,
just not for amnesty--
- And?
- And he's still insisting he walk.
I figured I'd give him a few
minutes to think and try again.
Detective, I swear, I'm
doing everything I can.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
Yo, do me a favor?
Why don't you keep Junior over
there busy for me, will you?
I'm gonna go see our
boy in holding.
Why?
You want that code, right?
- Javi, what are you gonna do?
- That's up to him.
Medic!
I need a medic in holding now!
How in the hell did
he get that pen?
That friggin' lawyer
gave it to him.
He was trying to encourage Fosse to
come up with some alternate demands.
And instead he just cost us any
hope of getting that disarm code.
The guy just got out of prison
a couple of months ago.
Why would he start killing people,
and why would he take his own life?
I think I can answer that.
Turns out...
Fosse had stage IV brain cancer.
Found out last month.
He was gonna die anyway.
So if he was dying, why not
take his enemies with him?
Exactly, and his enemies
weren't limited to cops
and last night's bombing victim.
There was another bombing
last week in Connecticut.
That victim worked for the ADA
that put Fosse in
jail six years ago.
Hey, Fosse said,
"I'm not done yet."
Make a list of everyone involved
with the prosecution at his trial.
We need to warn them.
There may be other bombs out there.
And get all the information
on any fragments
that were recovered
from both bombings.
If those bombs were made
with any common components,
it could help BDU deactivate
the device that Beckett's on.
Without the disarm code, we're gonna
need to get eyes on the device.
We use a fiber-optic scope...
go in through the ceiling downstairs.
Is that dangerous?
Well, we'll do everything we
can to minimize the risk.
We'll start across the room,
snake the cable over.
Still, there'll be
some vibrations.
- So there's always a chance that...
- Just do it.
I can't keep standing
here forever.
All right. We'll go as quick as
we can but as slow as we have to.
Thank you.
- Castle, listen to me...
- I'm not leaving.
Look, I know, but depending
on what happens,
there's something that
I need you to do--
something that I
can't do myself.
You need me to hide your porn stash
so your dad doesn't find it?
Could you just be serious
for a second, please?
Okay. What?
What do you need me to do?
Not now, okay?
Just promise me you'll do it.
Yeah. Okay, yeah.
But look, you don't need
to be thinking like this.
I'm just--I'm trying to
be realistic, Castle.
I've been standing
here for hours.
And I'm feeling the
fatigue set in.
Don't think about it.
Beating fatigue is just, um...
it's mind over body.
Escaped POWs have
walked hundreds of miles
to gain their freedom.
Polar explorer Ernest Shackleton
rode in a lifeboat 800
miles to save his crew,
all because of...
You can convince yourself
of almost anything.
Much like you convinced yourself
you weren't crazy about me.
Castle, I know what
you're trying to do.
You're trying to take
my mind off of it.
And I appreciate that, but
do we really have to--
And by the way, you may have
convinced yourself, but...
you weren't fooling
anyone else--
Not me, and certainly
not your friends.
Really? 'Cause no one
ever said anything to me.
Girl, I'm-a smack you.
You work side by side every day.
He writes a sex scene
in his book about you
that had me reaching
for ice water.
Now little Miss Bride shows up.
Don't tell me you're not
the least bit jealous.
Oh, please. You have been
inhaling too many autopsy fluids.
Honey, just because you
can't see what's going on
doesn't mean everyone else
doesn't see what's going on!
Shut up!
He's into you,
but you're determined not to
give in to these feelings
that you clearly have for him.
So he fantasizes about
you through his writing.
It's literally...
verbal masturbation.
No, no, no, no, no. I get it.
You're hot for Castle.
You want to make
little Castle babies.
Despite your little act,
you're crazy about him.
Oh, what? Was that supposed
to be some big secret?
Yes.
No.
Do you think he knows?
He's all yours.
Okay, okay.
They might have said
something, but--
but they were completely
misreading the situation.
Oh. Much like I must have
been misreading the situation
all those times you dressed
up in revealing outfits
to try and, uh, turn my head.
"No one"...
Undercover? I like it.
You might want to pop one
more button, just in case.
Is it just my imagination,
or did you change?
Castle, could you get
some backup, please?
Yeah.
The only reason that
I was dressed up
was to go undercover.
Oh, I guess it was just
a coincidence that...
each time, I just so
happened to be there.
No, it wasn't a coincidence,
because you were always
following me around.
Why? 'Cause you were into me.
- Me into you?
- Yeah.
Mm. I-I admit, I found
you not unattractive
and occasionally...
fun to be around.
But into you? No-mm...
No. Definitely not.
Okay, fine. Then why were
you following me around?
And don't say that
it was research,
because no one believed
that for a second.
You really want to know?
It was because I was...
having so much fun playing cop.
Oh! God! Ohh.
Dead body? Yes!
Drop the gun, dirtbag!
- What did you call me?
- D-dirt-dirtbag.
Boo-yah.
Is there a police code
for zombie on the loose?
I love this case.
Secrets, murder, and gambling--
three of my favorite pastimes.
I got him!
I got him!
Bam!
So you admit that it was you
- who vandalized Wilder's apartment?
- Castle.
I sometimes forget I'm
not actually a cop.
Want me to bust out Jake
and the Fatman again?
I've always wanted to do that!
Drop the gun or I
swear to God, I'll--
Tell me you saw that!
Sorry!
Little help?
That was awesome.
I mean, well, obviously,
it was horrible, but--
I hate this case.
I know. Isn't it great?
Put your hands in the air
and get on your knees
while you're at it!
Gentlemen, if I've
learned one thing,
it's to not let a little
thing like murder
get in the way of
having a good time.
That's not why you were
following me around.
It is, too.
And anything else you
come up with is...
strictly a product
of your imagination.
Well, it's obvious
that you and I
are not gonna resolve this.
So you concede?
Seriously?
- Who liked who first?
- That's right.
- Who was into whom first, me or Castle?
- You do realize
that I'm busy trying
to save your life?
Just answer the question,
Espo, and don't be afraid
to hurt his feelings.
And don't forget about
how jealous she got
that time we worked that case
at my ex-girlfriend's wedding.
Or how jealous he got
when I was with Demming.
Or before that, how
jealous she got about me
- and my ex-wife.
- Who are you talking to?
Or how about when you
wrote that sex scene...
- It's Castle and Beckett.
- In Nikki Heat?
I think they're starting to crack.
Check it out.
Or, uh, jealous about
me and Serena Kaye,
or Sophia from the CIA,
or Agent Shaw from the FBI.
Yeah, wow. Totally losing it.
Listen, I ran down
the bomb fragments
from Fosse's previous attacks.
The components he used
were completely different.
They're not gonna be any help
in determining what this
third bomb is like.
- So it's up to BDU now.
- Yeah.
Oh, God.
There's a timer, too.
Seems like the timer
was activated
when she stepped on
that triggering plate.
Okay.
Well, how much time is left?
30 minutes and 47 seconds.
All right. Um...
Well...
Can we deactivate it by then?
We'll try.
Trouble is, our usual targets--
the fuse, the detonator,
the timing pin--
they're all shielded
by a steel plate.
Well, there's gotta be
something we can do.
We could line the
floor with armor.
I could just put on one of
those "Hurt Locker" suits.
I could tackle her
right off of it.
Castle, if that thing goes off,
the whole building's
going with it.
There's not a suit in the
world that's gonna--
Hey, Castle. What's going on?
Uh, be right there.
I promise we'll do
all that we can.
But I urge you to be realistic--
Okay, thank you.
Captain, thank you.
What did he say?
Good news.
They've isolated the bomb.
And they're deploying their
bomb disposal robot.
It's a new prototype
model with advanced AI.
They've had a lot of success
in field simulations. It's...
What?
A prototype robot?
I can tell when
you're lying, Castle.
You know that.
Like when you said
that you were...
following me just to play cop.
Now what did he actually say?
There's a timer on the bomb.
How long?
About 30 minutes.
Yeah, well, it's
probably just as well.
I can't keep standing
here anyway.
Hey, we will get
you out of this.
And what makes you so sure?
We've been in bad
situations before.
Now here's what's gonna happen.
We're just gonna stroll
on over to the elevator,
together.
You make a sound, and I'll put
a round in this man's liver,
and he will die slowly.
How close to death
do you want to get?
Castle!
Are you watching?
I got your girl!
I feel, in situations like this,
it's important to have faith.
Help!
Castle!
Castle,
thank you...
for being there.
Always.
Yeah, there is
something about us
- that seems to draw in trouble.
- Mm-hmm.
But you're forgetting the
scariest one of them all.
Richard, I'm home!
- Oh, my God.
- Aah!
Darling, we need to talk.
Hide.
- What?
- Hide.
- Are you serious?
- Get in the closet.
No, I'm not going in the closet.
- Get in the closet.
- Ooh!
What's going on?
I'm just...
making the bed.
Oh.
That was terrifying.
But still,
as bad as the situation gets,
we always find a way out.
Okay, fine.
So how are we gonna find
our way out of this one?
I keep thinking the answer
is in Fosse's story.
I mean, something must have set him off.
But what?
Castle, why does
his story matter?
The story always matters.
That's actually why we
make such a great team.
You find the evidence,
evidence helps me build a story,
the story points us
to the solution.
The key card.
Mike's key card!
Scarlett gave it to him
so that the two of them could
go into business together.
Making for one
angry blackmailer.
And as long as he's alive,
he's a threat to Dahl.
She was in on it from the start.
Yes. How did you know?
I was thinking the
exact same thing.
I think I figured out who
Zalman was paid to kill.
Billionaire philanthropist
Christian Dahl?
It's like we could be twins.
I think I know who
the killer is.
- Him.
- What?
He lied?
The con is still on!
There!
I know who the killer is!
Do you two practice this
when we're not around?
See? The story--
it's our secret ingredient.
Except when your
storytelling devolves
into wild speculation.
Then it's just maddening.
Hey, that wild speculation
almost always points
us to our killer.
You know what I don't get, is
who would steal a dead body?
Organ harvesters.
Cadaverless med students.
Satanists.
Mad scientists looking to
create their own monster.
The bullet was made of ice.
Gun-toting viking,
that's your theory?
Or he's a vampire.
Recently fired postal workers.
Here I am, looking for evidence,
and all I had to do was
just make something up.
The clock was commissioned
by a secret society
to countdown the end of days--
a secret society of Santas,
who are the guardians of time.
Oh-ho! Oh, that's good.
Don't say spy.
Or mob hit.
Mob hit of a spy?
Ninja assassin.
Mad doctors and B-movie Nazis.
Time-traveling killer.
Maybe...
No, I got nothing.
A mummy himself has
risen from the grave
and is roaming New York
seeking vengeance.
Ooh. That'd be cool, if
it was actually a ghost.
Don't ruin my story
with your logic.
The actual DVD will not
kill me, Esposito.
It will be the spirit
inside the DVD,
just like in "The Ring."
Yeah, that's the stupidest
thing you said yet.
So a killer cyborg
sent from the future,
resistance fighters
intercept his coordinates,
redirect him into a pizza
oven, saving humanity.
Who needs proof?
What a great story.
Men In Black.
The psychic predicted
her own murder?
The killer's a zombie.
I said "almost always."
But in this case, we're not
trying to catch our killer.
Fosse's already dead.
You know what bugs me?
Why would a guy on
a bombing spree
be worried about selling his
baseball card collection?
He wouldn't.
Do you think that Fosse
was trying to lure
the collector here?
Yeah, I'd say so, seeing
as how this receipt says
he just bought this
collection a week ago.
That card collector was
going down to the station
to make a statement, right?
Yes, yes. If he's still there,
maybe Ryan and Esposito
- can figure out what Fosse wanted with him.
- Already on it.
You're sure you never
met him before?
- No previous interactions?
- No.
He friended me on
Facebook a few weeks ago,
saw me posting about
some trading cards,
said he has some old ones
for me to take a look at.
How about any connection to
his trial, even indirectly?
Maybe your job's related to
the legal field somehow.
I'm an administrator for
NYSED up in Albany.
This is the first time
I've even been to
the city in years.
Okay, what about his victims,
Jeffrey Sklar, Kelly Runther?
Any connection to them?
Sorry.
I've never seen them before.
What about this list of names
connected to the Fosse trial?
Do any of those names
look familiar?
Look again.
We're running out of time.
I want to help. I do.
But I don't know anything.
Yeah. No, I under--I understand.
Thank you, Esposito.
Detective Beckett.
Ten minutes. I know.
It's okay, Captain.
You did everything you could.
We are not giving up.
There'll be guys down
there working on this
till the last possible moment.
But I have to withdraw
everybody else,
- and that includes you, Castle.
- Could I just...
Could I have a moment
alone with him, please?
Of course.
It's time to say good-bye.
I'm not leaving.
Castle, you promised that you
would help me with something
when the time came.
This is it.
- Beckett, no.
- Please, Castle.
Please don't make this any
harder than it needs to be.
I-I wish I could...
kiss you.
I wish...
so many things.
No.
There's no regrets.
All in all, I think
we've had a great run.
You should go.
Rick.
I love you.
I love you, too.
You've reached the voice
mail of Jim Beckett.
Please leave a message.
Hey, dad, it's me.
I just wanted to hear
your voice and...
I wanted to tell you
that I love you.
Okay, that's all.
Bye.
We speak for the dead.
That's the job.
We are all they've got
once the wicked rob
them of their voices.
We owe them that.
But we don't owe 'em our lives.
Your mother always
said that life
never delivers anything
that we can't handle.
Let me take you someplace, Kate.
Someplace you'll be safe.
I'll never be safe.
There are no victories.
There's only the battle.
And the best that
you could hope for
is that you find someplace
where you can make your stand.
I wish that I had someone
who would be there for me, and
I could be there for him,
and we could just dive
into it together.
Even on the worst days,
there's a possibility for joy.
Kate!
I almost died,
and all I could think
about was you.
I just want you.
Don't die on me!
Come on!
Switch. We got this.
- Pulse ox...
- Set up for intubation.
Kate.
I love you.
I love you, Kate.
Hey. What are you doing?
Napping?
'Cause I can come back later.
Castle, what are you doing here?
You promised.
Yeah, I promised I'd leave,
but I didn't promise I
wouldn't come back.
I got coffee--later-- for
when you're off that thing.
No, Castle, please.
You have to leave now.
There's no reason for
both of us to die.
Oh, I didn't come here to die.
I came here to defuse the bomb.
There's still a chance.
- Yes, a 1 in 100,000 chance.
- Great.
While there's still a
chance, I'm not giving up.
Castle, listen to me.
I've already come
to peace with this,
and that doesn't include
Alexis losing her father
or Martha her son.
Come on. What am I supposed
to do, walk out the door
while you're standing all the
way over there by yourself?
Yes. Yes, that's exactly--
Wait a second.
Why are you standing all
the way over there?
If Fosse set the bomb
for the cops, why not--
why not set it by the door so
they'd hit is as they came in?
Unless-- this wasn't for cops.
Then who was it for?
The card collector kid--
what was his name?
Diego.
He was on his way up here.
Maybe Fosse was trying to
leverage him for information.
Okay, great.
So, uh, what's near
where you're standing?
The island, cards,
computer.
Castle, I think I can reach
that computer from here.
You stay there.
I'll--I'll check it.
Do you think Fosse wanted Diego
to look something up?
Maybe, but what?
Checking the browser
history--porn...
more porn,
web sites for a couple of PIs,
He's looking for someone.
Maybe it was someone else
that he held responsible
for putting him in prison.
You can find practically anyone
with the click of a mouse.
Why hire a private investigator?
I think I might have
an answer for you.
I went through the
list of all the people
involved in Fosse's trial.
One woman's been completely
scrubbed from the system.
Driver's license,
social security
number-- all gone.
Who was that?
Dorothy Novak.
The prosecution's main witness,
and Fosse's girlfriend
at the time.
The DA just confirmed,
his office set her up
with a new identity when Fosse
got out three months ago.
She was afraid Fosse
would come after her.
Looks like she was right.
Okay, but how is
this Diego Jiminez
- supposed to help find her?
- Don't know.
He worked at the NYSED.
New York State
Education Department.
Wait.
Were the first two victims
related to Fosse's girlfriend?
Yeah, the woman he
killed last night
was the girlfriend's cousin.
And the first victim worked
for the DA's office.
- They helped relocate her.
- Fosse didn't want revenge.
He was looking for
information from them.
He wanted to find out his
girlfriend's new identity.
He was desperate to find them.
Castle.
Right there with you.
Does she have a kid?
Yeah. She gave birth eight
months after the trial.
How did you know?
It's his. He didn't find out
about it until he got out.
And that's why he
lured Diego here.
Diego had access to
state school records.
He was trying to find his kid.
It was all about fi--
That's the code.
It has to be.
Ryan, see if you can
find the kid's name.
Working on it.
Okay, work fast, buddy.
We got two minutes.
It's a story that makes sense.
Fosse was desperate
to see his kid
just once before he dies,
but the mother has
hidden the child away.
So Fosse lashed out,
doing whatever it took
to track them down.
Told you we'd figure this out.
Castle, there's
barely a minute left.
- You've gotta go.
- Not yet.
Please. If he finds the name,
I'll type it in myself.
- If not--
- He'll come through.
He has to.
William.
The kid's name is William.
Seven letters.
Billy.
Or Willy.
What kind of mother is
gonna call her kid Willy
unless she wants his ass kicked
every day at the playground?
Guys, 15 seconds.
Your call, Beckett.
Billy. Go.
B-i-l-l...
Oh, God.
She's off.
- She's off.
- Yes.
Wait, Castle. Listen...
Thank you for staying with me.
Always.
Perfect timing.
You good?
- Yeah. Did she see?
- No.
Glad to see you, Detective.
Even you, Mr. Castle.
I have to say,
I don't know too many men who
would've done what you did.
Neither do I.
Oh, for heaven's
sake, Detective.
Just kiss the man.
Sir, you know?
What...
Do you think I'm an idiot?
I needed to maintain
plausible deniability,
which I can continue
as long as you two both act
professionally at the precinct.
I know I can.
But, Captain, she
has a long history
of coming on to me at work--
I don't think it'll
be a problem, Sir.
Good.
Meanwhile, as long as we're
on neutral ground here,
I'd say, uh, he deserves it.
Wouldn't you?
Yes, Sir, I would.
You know, Castle, when I
was standing up there,
I kept thinking about all
the times we've kissed.
And I was trying to
decide on the best one.
And what do you think?
I think we're just
getting started.
Catch a case?
Yeah.
Actually, it was this one.
Someone blew up an
apartment downtown.
Seriously?
And you didn't call me?
Castle, you said you
had a chapter due.
Yes, which is writer speak for
"all procrastination's welcome."
So what was it, a
terrorist plot, a meth lab?
The canvass turned up a
description of a guy
fleeing the scene in
a silver hatchback.
And we called in for
traffic cam footage.
Which is probably already
in, so I gotta get going.
Or... you could have
Esposito check that out.
He's very good at it.
I feel like I haven't seen you in days.
You know, I really do
have to get going, but--
But you're powerless to resist me.
You always have been.
Really?
Do you remember when we first met?
I kinda thought you were an ass.
Oh, I know you pretended
you thought that. But come on.
We're together now.
You can admit it.
You fell for me the first
moment you saw me.
- No, I didn't.
- Please. You did.
- You believe that, don't you?
- It's true.
Oh, hold on.
Beckett.
Okay. I'll be right there.
Traffic cam footage turned
up a match to the plates.
- We got him.
- Nice.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
- Did you see the hearts?
- Let's go, Castle.
Took me, like... six minutes.
The car's license plate was
registered to Archibald Fosse.
He lives alone in a
fourth-floor apartment.
This isn't his first
rodeo, either.
He got in trouble
playing the ponies
so he took out his bookie with
a car bomb six years ago.
Six years and he's already out?
Well, he was supposed
to do 20 years to life.
But his case got overturned
on appeal three months ago.
Any idea about the motivation
for last night's bombing?
No, we just ID'ed him
20 minutes ago.
There's a lot we have
to learn about him yet.
Yo, Beckett.
This is Diego Jiminez.
Uniforms intercepted him on his
way up to pay Mr. Fosse a visit.
How do you know him?
I don't, really.
I've never even met him.
We connected on-line.
I'm a collector.
He said he had some baseball cards
from the '30s he wanted to sell.
That's all.
Well, we know this much.
If Diego had an appointment,
Fosse's probably in there.
Police! Move! Move! Go! Go! Go!
NYPD!
Ryan, Espo, he's
coming your way.
Freeze! NYPD!
Let me see your hands.
Drop it! Drop it now!
What is that?
Why is it flashing?
Answer me! Answer me!
Baseball cards,
just like he said.
Beckett, Castle, get
outta there now.
The suspect had some kind
of device in his pocket.
I think he armed something.
Copy that. Everyone out now.
Let's go. You guys, out.
What was that?
Castle...
I think I'm standing on a bomb.
5x22
Still
How long do you think
we'll have to stand here?
Once Bomb Disposal
finishes their sweep,
we'll know if there are any
other bombs you could step on,
or if I'm standing
on the only one.
We don't know that you're standing on a bomb.
It could be nothing.
It didn't feel like nothing.
Something gave way under my feet.
It felt like a trigger plate.
Could be a wonky floorboard.
With a metallic click?
Loose nail.
That's how floorboards get wonky.
Well, I hope you're right.
I'm right.
I mean, think about it.
Who puts a live bomb in
their own apartment?
It makes no sense.
You hungry?
Why?
Because any minute, someone's
gonna come through that door
and give us the all clear.
And there is an amazing diner
not three blocks from here.
Yeah? Well, I did miss my
breakfast this morning.
Yeah.
They make these incredible,
foamy lattes--
cups as big as your head--
and a goat cheese
omelet to die for.
Which would be a
poor choice of words
if you were standing on
a bomb, but guess what.
You're not.
You know, if I have
to be, uh, stuck...
not standing on a bomb, then
I'm glad I'm stuck with you.
I know.
Captain Mahoney,
Bomb Disposal Unit.
Which one of you is
Detective Beckett?
I'm Detective Beckett.
This is Castle.
Castle, you can relax.
We've X-rayed the entire
apartment from the floor below.
There are no other explosives.
No other explosives? So...
Detective, I'm afraid
you've stepped on
a sensor plate wired
to a detonator.
Depressing that plate was sort of
like cocking the hammer of a gun.
You take your weight off there,
it's like pulling the trigger.
So it's very important
that you don't move
until we figure out
how to disarm it.
BDU just confirmed it.
Beckett's standing on a bomb.
Trace detection estimates
10 kilograms of RDX.
Enough to take out
the whole building.
So what's the plan?
Sir, tell me there's a plan.
They're working on it.
What do we have on that bomber?
Looks like his
motive was revenge.
Kelly Runther, the woman
he blew up last night,
testified against him at his
arson trial six years ago.
Then why would he booby-trap
his own apartment?
The defense at his trial
centered on allegations
of evidence tampering
by police, so...
He's got a vendetta
against cops.
Yes, Sir.
He wanted this to happen.
Well, we're not gonna let it.
You get him in the box.
I want to know how to
deactivate that bomb.
What makes you think
it can be deactivated?
You better pray that it can,
because the person standing on it,
she's a friend of mine.
Not for long.
That's where you're wrong.
See, you're gonna help us.
You know how the bomb is made.
The detonator, the fuse, all
the other little parts--
if they can stop any one of those
parts from working, the bomb fails.
It's not gonna fail.
I'm not done yet.
None of this is over.
Well, then you're going
back to jail a cop killer,
and there's not a prison
around that's gonna--
You want to save your friend?
I want a lawyer.
Now.
We're estimating the trigger
plate is about 3 feet by 3 feet.
So no one crosses this line.
And the disarming process, how
long does that usually take?
Well, that depends on the bomb.
We still don't know what kind
of device we're dealing with.
So what are we supposed
to do in the meantime,
just--you can't have
her just stand there.
I'm okay, Castle.
No, you're not okay.
You're standing...
Look, you said, uh, stepping on the
plate was like cocking the hammer.
Stepping off the plate
was pulling the trigger.
What if we replaced Beckett
with something of equal weight?
You know, just the old Indiana Jones
bag of sand/golden idol trick.
Remember how that turned out?
Look, the plate she's
standing on can sense
even minor fluctuations
in pressure.
You try to transfer the weight,
you'll set off the bomb.
Put any kind of protective gear
on her, you'll set off the bomb.
She shifts too quickly from
one foot to the other--
Set off the bomb. I-I get it.
Thank you. I'm sorry I asked.
So what are we supposed
to do, just stand here?
Not you, Mr. Castle.
All nonessential
personnel must evacuate.
Oh, no.
I am essential personnel.
Castle, it's okay.
We'll take good care of her.
I got guys downstairs right
now figuring this out.
Meantime, Detective, sit tight.
I'll check back with you soon.
I appreciate it. I'm staying.
Castle, please. There is no
reason to put yourself in danger.
There's nothing that
you can do here.
Nothing? Excuse me.
Who's gonna be your bomb buddy?
My bomb buddy?
You heard what he said.
You're gonna be standing
here, maybe for hours.
If I don't stay, who's gonna
keep your spirits up?
Who's gonna take your mind
off of getting tired?
Castle, I'm gonna be fine.
I feel fine.
That would be great if you were a
reliable judge of your own feelings,
which clearly, you're not.
What does that mean?
I'm sorry.
Exhibit "A"-- according to you,
you felt nothing for
me when we first met,
- which we both know..
- Are you act--oh, I get it.
- I know what you're doing.
- What?
You know what, Castle?
Forget it.
I'm not going down that path.
You can just go now.
Fine, I'll leave
if you admit to me
you had feelings for
me when we first met.
Fine. I did have feelings
for you when we first met.
I couldn't stand you.
Do you even remember what you
were like in the beginning?
Well, apparently, I
was irresistible.
Irresistible? Are you joking?
Richard Castle, you are under
arrest for obstruction of justice.
You forgot making you look bad.
- Cuff him.
- Come on.
Bondage.
My safe word is "apples."
Do I look like
a killer to you?
Yes, you kill my patience.
Guess who's got a date
with a prostitute?
So many lonely women approached me
thinking I was their Tom Hanks.
- I got la--
- Castle.
Don't make me shoot you.
I really am ruggedly
handsome, aren't I?
I am gonna kill you.
Do I have to wait for him to
sign or can I shoot him now?
- How shallow are you?
- Very.
Call me a muse again, and I
will break both your legs.
- Okay?
- Okay.
In your dreams.
Actually, in my dreams,
you're never jealous.
In my dreams, you
just join in--ooh.
Okay. If you couldn't stand me
when we first met, tell me this.
Why couldn't you keep
your hands off me?
What are you even talking about?
Oh, you know what
I'm talking about.
Okay. Of course. Sure.
I'll be right there.
Apples. Apples. Apples.
Hold my hand.
That? Castle, that
was called survival.
We were just
huddling for warmth.
- Cuddling?
- Huddling.
Or one could see it as a small
part of a larger pattern--
unwanted touching
in the workplace.
Oh, so you're being harassed?
Is that it?
You know, you're very lucky.
A less understanding man would
press charges with all the...
inappropriate things
you've said to me.
Really? Like what?
Oh, jeez. How do you even
get in that position?
Right? It's not even possible.
Oh, it's possible.
Okay, gauntlet your right
fist in your left palm.
Shot too soon.
You know, we could always
just cuddle, Castle.
Did you just use the
word "veritable"?
- Yes, I did.
- Sexy.
You should hear me
say "fallacious."
The closest I ever came
to taking an art class
was posing for one as a model.
Wait. Posing in?
Not a stitch.
What's the matter, Castle?
You afraid of a little role play?
That's it? That's all you got?
There's more, but
on thinking back,
I was momentarily distracted
by your dizzying array of
hairstyles over the years.
Anyway...
Oh, Castle, me in a swimsuit under the hot...
blistering sun?
I'd be happy to rub
lotion on you.
You think this is crazy,
you should see some of
the clubs I've been to.
You know any good tricks?
I do this one thing
with ice cubes.
There is one hot... wild...
kinky thing that
I do like doing.
Putting killers behind bars.
Please, let's just stick it
in and get this over with.
That's not how I meant it.
I can't help it if you get off
by putting things in my mouth.
See? Like that.
I can't even-- it's uncanny.
Oh, like you've never
been inappropriate.
Me?
I've never been anything
but a perfect gentleman.
Really?
You ever have any fun?
Let your hair down? Drop your top?
A little "Cops Gone Wild"?
You do know I'm wearing a gun?
Yes, please.
Beat my pants off if you dare.
- Sex?
- I'll explain how that works later.
Slutty nurse.
You're very good at
bossing men around.
I find that hot.
Let me tell you something
about crazy people--
the sex is unbelievable.
Did you call to tell
me a bedtime story?
I would be happy to
let you spank me.
We're handcuffed.
Kinky. Strangely arousing.
You better not be
enjoying this, Castle.
I'll let you know in a minute.
If you are not comfortable in a
swimsuit, you can just skinny-dip.
So I wear boxers.
What do you wear?
Thong? Cheekies? Bloomers?
Granny panties? Commando?
And talk about
unwanted touching?
- Ready?
- Yep.
Okay. I'm gonna go up. Ready?
Grab my legs.
Castle, I said "legs," okay?
Oh, legs. Sorry.
Yeah, but that's simply because
your legs are so close to your...
other bits.
Oh, yeah.
Keep telling yourself that, Castle.
- It's gonna be okay, right?
- Yeah.
Those guys downstairs, they've
done this thousands of times.
Captain Mahoney.
Tactical wants an update.
Well, lack of access is
limiting our options.
What'd you find out about
that handheld remote he had?
It definitely
activated the bomb.
Good news? Tech thinks it
could deactivate it as well.
But we need the
right 5-digit code.
That's, what, a hundred
thousand combinations?
Yeah, and it's tamper proof.
Enter the wrong code, and...
My client says that he's
willing to give you the
disarm code, but...
he has some demands.
Full amnesty?
You gotta be kidding me, right?
This guy killed
someone last night.
Uh, allegedly killed.
Look, I know. I-I told him
that you wouldn't go for it,
but if you haven't noticed,
he's got a screw loose.
I can work on these
other things--
food, clothes, even the phone
isn't impossible, but--
He said he won't go back to prison.
Okay?
He walks or he won't help her.
- Boyer, right?
- Yeah.
You been out of law school,
what, two, three years?
- Ten months.
- Ten months?
- Yeah.
- Okay, listen to me.
That detective standing on that bomb,
she needs to get through this.
You understand me?
Look, I-I swear.
I'm--I'm doing what I can.
All right.
I'll take this list to the DA,
but we're gonna need a plan "B."
The DA's not going for it,
nor should he.
Turning this madman loose on
society to save a single life,
even hers, is against
everything we stand for.
Beckett--she'd be the
first to agree with that.
I'll go back to the lawyer.
See if he can get
through to Fosse.
So I told him that there
was a deal to be had,
just not for amnesty--
- And?
- And he's still insisting he walk.
I figured I'd give him a few
minutes to think and try again.
Detective, I swear, I'm
doing everything I can.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
Yo, do me a favor?
Why don't you keep Junior over
there busy for me, will you?
I'm gonna go see our
boy in holding.
Why?
You want that code, right?
- Javi, what are you gonna do?
- That's up to him.
Medic!
I need a medic in holding now!
How in the hell did
he get that pen?
That friggin' lawyer
gave it to him.
He was trying to encourage Fosse to
come up with some alternate demands.
And instead he just cost us any
hope of getting that disarm code.
The guy just got out of prison
a couple of months ago.
Why would he start killing people,
and why would he take his own life?
I think I can answer that.
Turns out...
Fosse had stage IV brain cancer.
Found out last month.
He was gonna die anyway.
So if he was dying, why not
take his enemies with him?
Exactly, and his enemies
weren't limited to cops
and last night's bombing victim.
There was another bombing
last week in Connecticut.
That victim worked for the ADA
that put Fosse in
jail six years ago.
Hey, Fosse said,
"I'm not done yet."
Make a list of everyone involved
with the prosecution at his trial.
We need to warn them.
There may be other bombs out there.
And get all the information
on any fragments
that were recovered
from both bombings.
If those bombs were made
with any common components,
it could help BDU deactivate
the device that Beckett's on.
Without the disarm code, we're gonna
need to get eyes on the device.
We use a fiber-optic scope...
go in through the ceiling downstairs.
Is that dangerous?
Well, we'll do everything we
can to minimize the risk.
We'll start across the room,
snake the cable over.
Still, there'll be
some vibrations.
- So there's always a chance that...
- Just do it.
I can't keep standing
here forever.
All right. We'll go as quick as
we can but as slow as we have to.
Thank you.
- Castle, listen to me...
- I'm not leaving.
Look, I know, but depending
on what happens,
there's something that
I need you to do--
something that I
can't do myself.
You need me to hide your porn stash
so your dad doesn't find it?
Could you just be serious
for a second, please?
Okay. What?
What do you need me to do?
Not now, okay?
Just promise me you'll do it.
Yeah. Okay, yeah.
But look, you don't need
to be thinking like this.
I'm just--I'm trying to
be realistic, Castle.
I've been standing
here for hours.
And I'm feeling the
fatigue set in.
Don't think about it.
Beating fatigue is just, um...
it's mind over body.
Escaped POWs have
walked hundreds of miles
to gain their freedom.
Polar explorer Ernest Shackleton
rode in a lifeboat 800
miles to save his crew,
all because of...
You can convince yourself
of almost anything.
Much like you convinced yourself
you weren't crazy about me.
Castle, I know what
you're trying to do.
You're trying to take
my mind off of it.
And I appreciate that, but
do we really have to--
And by the way, you may have
convinced yourself, but...
you weren't fooling
anyone else--
Not me, and certainly
not your friends.
Really? 'Cause no one
ever said anything to me.
Girl, I'm-a smack you.
You work side by side every day.
He writes a sex scene
in his book about you
that had me reaching
for ice water.
Now little Miss Bride shows up.
Don't tell me you're not
the least bit jealous.
Oh, please. You have been
inhaling too many autopsy fluids.
Honey, just because you
can't see what's going on
doesn't mean everyone else
doesn't see what's going on!
Shut up!
He's into you,
but you're determined not to
give in to these feelings
that you clearly have for him.
So he fantasizes about
you through his writing.
It's literally...
verbal masturbation.
No, no, no, no, no. I get it.
You're hot for Castle.
You want to make
little Castle babies.
Despite your little act,
you're crazy about him.
Oh, what? Was that supposed
to be some big secret?
Yes.
No.
Do you think he knows?
He's all yours.
Okay, okay.
They might have said
something, but--
but they were completely
misreading the situation.
Oh. Much like I must have
been misreading the situation
all those times you dressed
up in revealing outfits
to try and, uh, turn my head.
"No one"...
Undercover? I like it.
You might want to pop one
more button, just in case.
Is it just my imagination,
or did you change?
Castle, could you get
some backup, please?
Yeah.
The only reason that
I was dressed up
was to go undercover.
Oh, I guess it was just
a coincidence that...
each time, I just so
happened to be there.
No, it wasn't a coincidence,
because you were always
following me around.
Why? 'Cause you were into me.
- Me into you?
- Yeah.
Mm. I-I admit, I found
you not unattractive
and occasionally...
fun to be around.
But into you? No-mm...
No. Definitely not.
Okay, fine. Then why were
you following me around?
And don't say that
it was research,
because no one believed
that for a second.
You really want to know?
It was because I was...
having so much fun playing cop.
Oh! God! Ohh.
Dead body? Yes!
Drop the gun, dirtbag!
- What did you call me?
- D-dirt-dirtbag.
Boo-yah.
Is there a police code
for zombie on the loose?
I love this case.
Secrets, murder, and gambling--
three of my favorite pastimes.
I got him!
I got him!
Bam!
So you admit that it was you
- who vandalized Wilder's apartment?
- Castle.
I sometimes forget I'm
not actually a cop.
Want me to bust out Jake
and the Fatman again?
I've always wanted to do that!
Drop the gun or I
swear to God, I'll--
Tell me you saw that!
Sorry!
Little help?
That was awesome.
I mean, well, obviously,
it was horrible, but--
I hate this case.
I know. Isn't it great?
Put your hands in the air
and get on your knees
while you're at it!
Gentlemen, if I've
learned one thing,
it's to not let a little
thing like murder
get in the way of
having a good time.
That's not why you were
following me around.
It is, too.
And anything else you
come up with is...
strictly a product
of your imagination.
Well, it's obvious
that you and I
are not gonna resolve this.
So you concede?
Seriously?
- Who liked who first?
- That's right.
- Who was into whom first, me or Castle?
- You do realize
that I'm busy trying
to save your life?
Just answer the question,
Espo, and don't be afraid
to hurt his feelings.
And don't forget about
how jealous she got
that time we worked that case
at my ex-girlfriend's wedding.
Or how jealous he got
when I was with Demming.
Or before that, how
jealous she got about me
- and my ex-wife.
- Who are you talking to?
Or how about when you
wrote that sex scene...
- It's Castle and Beckett.
- In Nikki Heat?
I think they're starting to crack.
Check it out.
Or, uh, jealous about
me and Serena Kaye,
or Sophia from the CIA,
or Agent Shaw from the FBI.
Yeah, wow. Totally losing it.
Listen, I ran down
the bomb fragments
from Fosse's previous attacks.
The components he used
were completely different.
They're not gonna be any help
in determining what this
third bomb is like.
- So it's up to BDU now.
- Yeah.
Oh, God.
There's a timer, too.
Seems like the timer
was activated
when she stepped on
that triggering plate.
Okay.
Well, how much time is left?
30 minutes and 47 seconds.
All right. Um...
Well...
Can we deactivate it by then?
We'll try.
Trouble is, our usual targets--
the fuse, the detonator,
the timing pin--
they're all shielded
by a steel plate.
Well, there's gotta be
something we can do.
We could line the
floor with armor.
I could just put on one of
those "Hurt Locker" suits.
I could tackle her
right off of it.
Castle, if that thing goes off,
the whole building's
going with it.
There's not a suit in the
world that's gonna--
Hey, Castle. What's going on?
Uh, be right there.
I promise we'll do
all that we can.
But I urge you to be realistic--
Okay, thank you.
Captain, thank you.
What did he say?
Good news.
They've isolated the bomb.
And they're deploying their
bomb disposal robot.
It's a new prototype
model with advanced AI.
They've had a lot of success
in field simulations. It's...
What?
A prototype robot?
I can tell when
you're lying, Castle.
You know that.
Like when you said
that you were...
following me just to play cop.
Now what did he actually say?
There's a timer on the bomb.
How long?
About 30 minutes.
Yeah, well, it's
probably just as well.
I can't keep standing
here anyway.
Hey, we will get
you out of this.
And what makes you so sure?
We've been in bad
situations before.
Now here's what's gonna happen.
We're just gonna stroll
on over to the elevator,
together.
You make a sound, and I'll put
a round in this man's liver,
and he will die slowly.
How close to death
do you want to get?
Castle!
Are you watching?
I got your girl!
I feel, in situations like this,
it's important to have faith.
Help!
Castle!
Castle,
thank you...
for being there.
Always.
Yeah, there is
something about us
- that seems to draw in trouble.
- Mm-hmm.
But you're forgetting the
scariest one of them all.
Richard, I'm home!
- Oh, my God.
- Aah!
Darling, we need to talk.
Hide.
- What?
- Hide.
- Are you serious?
- Get in the closet.
No, I'm not going in the closet.
- Get in the closet.
- Ooh!
What's going on?
I'm just...
making the bed.
Oh.
That was terrifying.
But still,
as bad as the situation gets,
we always find a way out.
Okay, fine.
So how are we gonna find
our way out of this one?
I keep thinking the answer
is in Fosse's story.
I mean, something must have set him off.
But what?
Castle, why does
his story matter?
The story always matters.
That's actually why we
make such a great team.
You find the evidence,
evidence helps me build a story,
the story points us
to the solution.
The key card.
Mike's key card!
Scarlett gave it to him
so that the two of them could
go into business together.
Making for one
angry blackmailer.
And as long as he's alive,
he's a threat to Dahl.
She was in on it from the start.
Yes. How did you know?
I was thinking the
exact same thing.
I think I figured out who
Zalman was paid to kill.
Billionaire philanthropist
Christian Dahl?
It's like we could be twins.
I think I know who
the killer is.
- Him.
- What?
He lied?
The con is still on!
There!
I know who the killer is!
Do you two practice this
when we're not around?
See? The story--
it's our secret ingredient.
Except when your
storytelling devolves
into wild speculation.
Then it's just maddening.
Hey, that wild speculation
almost always points
us to our killer.
You know what I don't get, is
who would steal a dead body?
Organ harvesters.
Cadaverless med students.
Satanists.
Mad scientists looking to
create their own monster.
The bullet was made of ice.
Gun-toting viking,
that's your theory?
Or he's a vampire.
Recently fired postal workers.
Here I am, looking for evidence,
and all I had to do was
just make something up.
The clock was commissioned
by a secret society
to countdown the end of days--
a secret society of Santas,
who are the guardians of time.
Oh-ho! Oh, that's good.
Don't say spy.
Or mob hit.
Mob hit of a spy?
Ninja assassin.
Mad doctors and B-movie Nazis.
Time-traveling killer.
Maybe...
No, I got nothing.
A mummy himself has
risen from the grave
and is roaming New York
seeking vengeance.
Ooh. That'd be cool, if
it was actually a ghost.
Don't ruin my story
with your logic.
The actual DVD will not
kill me, Esposito.
It will be the spirit
inside the DVD,
just like in "The Ring."
Yeah, that's the stupidest
thing you said yet.
So a killer cyborg
sent from the future,
resistance fighters
intercept his coordinates,
redirect him into a pizza
oven, saving humanity.
Who needs proof?
What a great story.
Men In Black.
The psychic predicted
her own murder?
The killer's a zombie.
I said "almost always."
But in this case, we're not
trying to catch our killer.
Fosse's already dead.
You know what bugs me?
Why would a guy on
a bombing spree
be worried about selling his
baseball card collection?
He wouldn't.
Do you think that Fosse
was trying to lure
the collector here?
Yeah, I'd say so, seeing
as how this receipt says
he just bought this
collection a week ago.
That card collector was
going down to the station
to make a statement, right?
Yes, yes. If he's still there,
maybe Ryan and Esposito
- can figure out what Fosse wanted with him.
- Already on it.
You're sure you never
met him before?
- No previous interactions?
- No.
He friended me on
Facebook a few weeks ago,
saw me posting about
some trading cards,
said he has some old ones
for me to take a look at.
How about any connection to
his trial, even indirectly?
Maybe your job's related to
the legal field somehow.
I'm an administrator for
NYSED up in Albany.
This is the first time
I've even been to
the city in years.
Okay, what about his victims,
Jeffrey Sklar, Kelly Runther?
Any connection to them?
Sorry.
I've never seen them before.
What about this list of names
connected to the Fosse trial?
Do any of those names
look familiar?
Look again.
We're running out of time.
I want to help. I do.
But I don't know anything.
Yeah. No, I under--I understand.
Thank you, Esposito.
Detective Beckett.
Ten minutes. I know.
It's okay, Captain.
You did everything you could.
We are not giving up.
There'll be guys down
there working on this
till the last possible moment.
But I have to withdraw
everybody else,
- and that includes you, Castle.
- Could I just...
Could I have a moment
alone with him, please?
Of course.
It's time to say good-bye.
I'm not leaving.
Castle, you promised that you
would help me with something
when the time came.
This is it.
- Beckett, no.
- Please, Castle.
Please don't make this any
harder than it needs to be.
I-I wish I could...
kiss you.
I wish...
so many things.
No.
There's no regrets.
All in all, I think
we've had a great run.
You should go.
Rick.
I love you.
I love you, too.
You've reached the voice
mail of Jim Beckett.
Please leave a message.
Hey, dad, it's me.
I just wanted to hear
your voice and...
I wanted to tell you
that I love you.
Okay, that's all.
Bye.
We speak for the dead.
That's the job.
We are all they've got
once the wicked rob
them of their voices.
We owe them that.
But we don't owe 'em our lives.
Your mother always
said that life
never delivers anything
that we can't handle.
Let me take you someplace, Kate.
Someplace you'll be safe.
I'll never be safe.
There are no victories.
There's only the battle.
And the best that
you could hope for
is that you find someplace
where you can make your stand.
I wish that I had someone
who would be there for me, and
I could be there for him,
and we could just dive
into it together.
Even on the worst days,
there's a possibility for joy.
Kate!
I almost died,
and all I could think
about was you.
I just want you.
Don't die on me!
Come on!
Switch. We got this.
- Pulse ox...
- Set up for intubation.
Kate.
I love you.
I love you, Kate.
Hey. What are you doing?
Napping?
'Cause I can come back later.
Castle, what are you doing here?
You promised.
Yeah, I promised I'd leave,
but I didn't promise I
wouldn't come back.
I got coffee--later-- for
when you're off that thing.
No, Castle, please.
You have to leave now.
There's no reason for
both of us to die.
Oh, I didn't come here to die.
I came here to defuse the bomb.
There's still a chance.
- Yes, a 1 in 100,000 chance.
- Great.
While there's still a
chance, I'm not giving up.
Castle, listen to me.
I've already come
to peace with this,
and that doesn't include
Alexis losing her father
or Martha her son.
Come on. What am I supposed
to do, walk out the door
while you're standing all the
way over there by yourself?
Yes. Yes, that's exactly--
Wait a second.
Why are you standing all
the way over there?
If Fosse set the bomb
for the cops, why not--
why not set it by the door so
they'd hit is as they came in?
Unless-- this wasn't for cops.
Then who was it for?
The card collector kid--
what was his name?
Diego.
He was on his way up here.
Maybe Fosse was trying to
leverage him for information.
Okay, great.
So, uh, what's near
where you're standing?
The island, cards,
computer.
Castle, I think I can reach
that computer from here.
You stay there.
I'll--I'll check it.
Do you think Fosse wanted Diego
to look something up?
Maybe, but what?
Checking the browser
history--porn...
more porn,
web sites for a couple of PIs,
He's looking for someone.
Maybe it was someone else
that he held responsible
for putting him in prison.
You can find practically anyone
with the click of a mouse.
Why hire a private investigator?
I think I might have
an answer for you.
I went through the
list of all the people
involved in Fosse's trial.
One woman's been completely
scrubbed from the system.
Driver's license,
social security
number-- all gone.
Who was that?
Dorothy Novak.
The prosecution's main witness,
and Fosse's girlfriend
at the time.
The DA just confirmed,
his office set her up
with a new identity when Fosse
got out three months ago.
She was afraid Fosse
would come after her.
Looks like she was right.
Okay, but how is
this Diego Jiminez
- supposed to help find her?
- Don't know.
He worked at the NYSED.
New York State
Education Department.
Wait.
Were the first two victims
related to Fosse's girlfriend?
Yeah, the woman he
killed last night
was the girlfriend's cousin.
And the first victim worked
for the DA's office.
- They helped relocate her.
- Fosse didn't want revenge.
He was looking for
information from them.
He wanted to find out his
girlfriend's new identity.
He was desperate to find them.
Castle.
Right there with you.
Does she have a kid?
Yeah. She gave birth eight
months after the trial.
How did you know?
It's his. He didn't find out
about it until he got out.
And that's why he
lured Diego here.
Diego had access to
state school records.
He was trying to find his kid.
It was all about fi--
That's the code.
It has to be.
Ryan, see if you can
find the kid's name.
Working on it.
Okay, work fast, buddy.
We got two minutes.
It's a story that makes sense.
Fosse was desperate
to see his kid
just once before he dies,
but the mother has
hidden the child away.
So Fosse lashed out,
doing whatever it took
to track them down.
Told you we'd figure this out.
Castle, there's
barely a minute left.
- You've gotta go.
- Not yet.
Please. If he finds the name,
I'll type it in myself.
- If not--
- He'll come through.
He has to.
William.
The kid's name is William.
Seven letters.
Billy.
Or Willy.
What kind of mother is
gonna call her kid Willy
unless she wants his ass kicked
every day at the playground?
Guys, 15 seconds.
Your call, Beckett.
Billy. Go.
B-i-l-l...
Oh, God.
She's off.
- She's off.
- Yes.
Wait, Castle. Listen...
Thank you for staying with me.
Always.
Perfect timing.
You good?
- Yeah. Did she see?
- No.
Glad to see you, Detective.
Even you, Mr. Castle.
I have to say,
I don't know too many men who
would've done what you did.
Neither do I.
Oh, for heaven's
sake, Detective.
Just kiss the man.
Sir, you know?
What...
Do you think I'm an idiot?
I needed to maintain
plausible deniability,
which I can continue
as long as you two both act
professionally at the precinct.
I know I can.
But, Captain, she
has a long history
of coming on to me at work--
I don't think it'll
be a problem, Sir.
Good.
Meanwhile, as long as we're
on neutral ground here,
I'd say, uh, he deserves it.
Wouldn't you?
Yes, Sir, I would.
You know, Castle, when I
was standing up there,
I kept thinking about all
the times we've kissed.
And I was trying to
decide on the best one.
And what do you think?
I think we're just
getting started.