Castle (2009–2016): Season 6, Episode 5 - Time Will Tell - full transcript

A grisly murder investigation leads Castle and Beckett to a suspect who claims he's traveled back in time to stop terrible events from unfolding, events that will change the course of human...

Jackass!

(Elevator whirring,
bell dings)

Aah! Ow! God!
(Gasping)

Everything okay, Mr. C.?

Does everything look okay, Pi?!

Uh, I don't know.
It's kinda dark in here.

Dad? Wh-what's going on?
What happened?

My office. Now.

(Door opens)

I've tried to be generous
and understanding.

I have tried
to be tolerant.

But, Alexis, it's been
over a month,

and Pi is still here.

I know, dad.

And he feels bad about it.
We both do.

I don't care
if he feels bad.

I want my couch back.

I want my house back.

You go back to college
next week. What then?

Sweetheart, he has to go.

You're absolutely right.

He's been here way too long.

It's not right,
and it's not fair to you.

(Sighs) Thank you.

You're welcome.

And the best news is,
I think we found a place.

Honey, that is so great.

Did you say
"we found a place"?

Yeah. Pi and I
talked it over.

He can't afford a place
on his own,

so we found one together.

- Together?
- Yeah.

That way, the rent's
totally affordable.

I can cover my half
with a work-study job,

- and it's right next to school.
- (Sighs)

Plus it'll save you
having to pay

for university housing
this year.

You don't honestly think
I'm gonna let you

do this, do you?

Let me? Dad, I'm 19.

Exactly my point.

Far too young to be
moving in with someone.

Really? Because I was
old enough to sign the lease.

And weren't you living
with your girlfriend

- when you were 19?
- Yes. But that was different.

How?

Trust me, dad.
We've thought this through.

It makes total sense.

In what universe
does that make sense?

(Elevator bell dings)
I'll tell you what universe...the one where

she's blinded by emotion
and not thinking straight.

It's like watching
a car accident in slow motion.

You know, Castle,
my dad wanted to kill

the first guy
that I moved in with.

He did everything he could
to try and talk me out of it,

and all that did was make me
want to do it even more.

I wish her future self
would come back

and talk to her present self,

let her know what a mistake
she's making,

save her from a...
(Camera shutter clicks)

A world of hurt.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Beckett) What happened?

A lot of weirdos out there
with too much imagination

is what happened.

And, yes, I'm looking
at you, Castle.

Yeah, except I only
commit my murders on paper.

I don't actually do them.
A lot more lucrative,

a lot less prison.

So was she electrocuted?

Yeah, but that's not
the cause of death.

Her throat was cut.
And the rest of this,

if I had to guess,
I'd say she was tortured.

(Castle) Why? Who is she?

Shauna Taylor, 34.

She's a parole office with
the department of corrections.

Could be one of her parolees
out for revenge.

How did he get in?
Right now it's a mystery.

There's no sign of forced entry,
and from the look of it,

- she wasn't expecting trouble.
- How can you tell that?

She had a carry permit
for a sig .9.

Still in the top drawer
of her nightstand.

Do we know
when this happened?

I won't have anything definitive

until I get her back
to the office.

(Esposito) Neighbors
didn't hear anything,

probably because
she was gagged.

But the guy who called it in
said that he saw

a guy leaving the apartment
around 5:30 A.M.

Said the dude had
fresh blood on him.

Ryan's got our witness
with the sketch artist now.

Okay, contact d.O.C.,
get a list

of all of her parolees,
see if there's a match.

We're also gonna need alibis
for all of them from last night.

What do we know about
her family?

(Man) She's dead?

I knew it!

I knew something like this
would happen.

I warned her, didn't I?

She loved her job.

She loved helping people get
their lives back on track.

Dr. wickfield, were you
and your stepsister close?

Not really.

The two of us had
very different lives.

Since our father passed,
we made an effort,

called each other once,
maybe twice a month.

And when you last
spoke to her,

did she say anything that would
indicate she was in trouble?

Yeah. When we--we talked
about a week ago.

She said she thought someone
might be stalking her.

She kept seeing this guy
wherever she went, watching her.

One of her parolees?

No. She said she didn't
recognize him.

I thought maybe she was
just being paranoid.

So according
to Shauna's supervisor,

all of her parolees were
nonviolent offenders,

and none of them looked
like this sketch

that we took off the neighbor

or match prints that CSU
got from the crime scene.

So it's quite possible this
had nothing to do with her job?

Then why torture her?
What could the killer want?

What, Castle,
no crazy theories?

Oh, he's got bigger issues.

His daughter's moving in
with a boy.

And you're letting her?

Well, apparently the only way
to stop her is locking her up,

but according
to miss by-the-book here,

that's unlawful imprisonment.

Hey. Caught a break
on that stalker.

Couple nights ago,
Shauna filed

a harassment complaint.

Apparently, three days ago,
a guy confronted Shauna

on her way home
from work.

Said the lives of half
the people on the planet

were at stake.

Whatever crazy theory
I could have come up with,

this is better.

She managed to get away
and duck inside her building,

but when she looked out
her window,

he was still out there waiting
for her, so she called the cops.

- Did they pick him up?
- Yeah.

He didn't have an ID And he
was pretty much off his rocker,

so they put him
on a 72-hour psych hold.

He was released
early this morning.

They were never able
to ID him, but check it out.

Get over to the psych Ward.
Pull his records.

We need to find out
who he is.

You do not understand.
We are running out of time.

I need to get out of here.
You have to let me go!

- Why do you feel you need to go?
- Come on, I told you!

- I--she is in danger!
- Who is in danger?

You're not even listening
to me! Shauna Taylor!

All I know is 12-58.
That is all they told me, okay?

That is how is starts, and if
i am not there to stop it,

we are all dead!

Do you understand me?
Dead!

You...

Somebody has to let me
out of here!

All right, listen to me!
I need to save her!

Do you think by "save," he meant kill?

Because it sounds to me like he
really didn't want her to die.

He's mentally ill.

He may not know
the difference.

12-58--what do you think
that means?

Time. Address.
Bible verse.

Or maybe it's...
(Cell phone rings and vibrates)

Random numbers
from a disturbed mind.

(Cell phone beeps)

Either way,
we got to find him.

The guy's a John Doe.
He's got no ID, no address.

Could be homeless.
Where do we even start?

We'll put out a BOLO,
get his info

to every hospital, precinct,
and psych Ward in the city.

I'll send out his pictures
to shelters

and soup kitchens,
see if we can get lucky.

I think we just did.

That was our victim's neighbor.
(Cell phone beeps)

He just saw our John Doe

breaking back into
Shauna's apartment.

(Papers rustling)

(Beeping)

- (Esposito) NYPD!
- (Ryan) Show us your hands right now!

No!

Uhh!

No, no, no! Let me go! You don't
know what you're doing!

We know exactly what we're doing.
(Handcuffs clicking)

Please listen to me.
Don't do this. Please.

You have to let me go.

If you don't,
a billion people will die.

- Yeah? How they gonna die?
- I don't know.

I only know that they do.
(Grunts)

Yeah? How's that?

Because... I'm from the future.

(Handcuffs click)

(Whispers) This just
became my favorite case.

So... future, huh?

- That's right.
- Okay.

So why don't we just start
with something simple,

like your name?

Why does everybody
wanna know my name?

And who cares?
It doesn't matter.

- Humor me.
- Fine.

You can call me... Simon.
Simon... Doyle.

And what year are you from,
exactly?

- 2035.
- Castle.

Don't tell me
you weren't wondering.

No, what I was
actually wondering was

what were you doing
in Shauna Taylor's apartment?

Same thing you were, I expect.
Looking for her killer.

Except all the evidence
points to you.

Detective, it was my job
to prevent her murder.

Ipso facto, QED,
I am not her killer.

Point, in fact, she was never
even supposed to die.

Okay? But because she has,

a chain of events has started,
that if I do not stop--

billions of people will die?

That's exactly right.
Look...

After the bloody energy wars
of 2031,

we'd finally managed to
cultivate new sources of power.

Energy wars?

Yeah, Neo-fascists
come to power,

try to control
the world's energy supply

for a select few,
but don't worry. We defeat them.

Turns out that one of
these new sources of power

is a tachyon generator.
It...

Lets us open doors
in the time stream continuum,

allowing us to travel
back in time.

But, of course, because of
the possibility of abuse,

it was tightly regulated
and kept secret from the public.

We have a witness
that saw you

leaving
Shauna Taylor's apartment

shortly after she was killed.

I'm getting to that. Look. Look,
I'm a temporal anthropologist.

What we do is we travel
back in time

and we--and we study
culturally significant eras--

ancient Egypt, middle ages.
Man, I've been to Nazi Germany.

Aren't you worried
about the butterfly effect?

Accidentally changing something
in the past,

thus altering the future?

No. We're careful.

The time stream is mostly
self-correcting, okay?

Any small change is like
a little ripple

in a fast-moving river, right?
(Snaps fingers)

It's gone in a second.
Doesn't matter.

But if someone was to do
something big,

if somebody was
to do something massive,

then, yes, of course, damn right
you can change the future,

and by the way, that's exactly
what just happened.

Somebody broke into our lab, okay?

Made an unauthorized jump
back in time. We don't know who.

But when they did, the numbers--
they started to spike.

Now I'm like a tide
going out before a Tsunami.

And what happens
when the Tsunami hits?

Well, it hasn't caught up to us
yet, okay, but when it does,

whatever chain of events that
has just started now will result

in billions of deaths
that did not otherwise occur.

You understand me?

Okay. Um, Mr. Doyle,
let's say that you are indeed

from the future...

How did Shauna Taylor
fit into all of this?

I mean, how does her death
change things so radically?

I don't know.
All I know is that

we traced the first change in
the timeline to her apartment,

October 7th, 12:58 A.M.

Which is why they sent you back,
why you accosted her--

to stop that first event.

And I failed, okay?
And now she's dead.

But this is why I was
searching her apartment...

to find out
why she was targeted,

why this person
would torture her.

There's a reason he came
back in time to find her.

She had something he needed.

I don't know what. Some piece
of information. Doesn't matter.

What matters is that
I get out of here, okay?

Because it is not too late.

(Knock on door)
I can still stop this.

(Sighs) But you have to
let me go now, okay?

I only have a few hours
before they recall me.

You're gonna be delayed.

(Whispers) Oh, no.

(Lowered voice) Recall you?

This is painful.
No, man. I'm talking to people

who still think the earth is flat.

- Hey.
- Hey.

His fingerprints are a match

for the ones we pulled
from the crime scene.

No question he's our guy.

Yeah. No kidding.

- You're making a huge mistake!
- (Beckett) Castle.

Yeah?
For the sake of our future,

please tell me you don't
believe that guy.

- Oh, no. But you got to admit, it's a great story.
- Really?

Uh, thought
it was kinda derivative.

- Yeah, like a mash-up of "12 monkeys" and "Terminator."
- Mm.

Yeah, but it's the way
he told it...total commitment.

Commitment that turned deadly.

I mean,
to maintain his delusion,

Shauna had to die. He might not
even know that he killed her.

Hey, did you guys find out
what this device was

- Doyle had on him?
- Yeah.

Tech said it's just a bunch
of junk thrown together.

What were you expecting, Castle?

Time travel device?
Doctor who's sonic screwdriver?

You watch "Doctor Who"?

(Cell phone chimes and beeps)

Oh, that's lanie.
Okay, we'll hit the morgue.

Why don't you guys time travel
over to your desks

and let the d.A. Know
that we've got our killer?

He's not your killer.

What do you mean?

I mean time of death was
between midnight and 2:00 A.M.

Doyle wasn't released from
psychiatric hold until 4:00 A.M.

It can't be him.
No, it has to be him.

He was stalking her,
and he was at the crime scene.

Yeah... hours after
she was dead.

In fact, time of death
is probably closer to 1:00 A.M.

- How can you tell that?
- Her watch.

(Plastic rustles)
It stopped at 12:58,

probably from one of
the electric shocks.

May I?
(Whispers) 12:58.

(Normal voice)
Did you just get a chill?

No, Castle, I didn't
just get a chill.

Do you wanna know why?

Because Doyle was
at that crime scene,

and he had plenty of time
to change her watch

to fit his delusional story.

And just because he wasn't there
when she was being murdered,

it doesn't mean
he's not involved somehow.

There's something else.

Shauna was with someone
the night she was killed.

Once I cleaned the blood
from the body,

I saw these...
(Clicks button)

On her neck.

Is that lipstick?

(Lanie) Mm-hmm.

She was with a woman.

You guys,
Shauna's stepbrother confirms

she was gay, but he's sure
she wasn't seeing someone.

There's nothing
in her phone records

that would indicate
a girlfriend.

However, I did find
a charge to her credit card

for the night
that she died.

(Esposito) Georgia's bar.

It's right around the corner
from her apartment.

Looks like she was buying
for two.

Could be our killer.

Okay,
you guys get over there,

see if she was seen
with anyone

or noticed anything
out of the ordinary.

I will call the DA

If we can't charge Doyle
with murder...

(Dials)
Maybe I can get him held

with a departmental
psych eval

until we have some answers.

Yeah, Shauna was here.

Why? Did something
happen to her?

Was she with anyone
that night?

Yeah. It was odd.

The chick she was hanging with
was a pro.

- You mean, like, a hooker?
- Yeah.

I bartend weekends
down at the standish.

Chick's a regular
in their lounge

targeting upscale men.

You ever seen her
down here before?

Unh-unh.

I don't know if she was
working or what,

but she and Shauna
seemed pretty cozy.

They left together.

You know her name?

Veronica.
Go up to the standish.

She'll be hard to miss.

(Exhales) Your witnesses
are confused.

I don't go to Georgia's.
Not my scene.

Well, we have security
camera footage

that shows the two of you
leaving there together.

Wanna try again?

Okay. I left with her.
I like a little variety.

And what happened
after you left the bar?

- Did you go to her place?
- How is that your business?

Because...

She's dead.

(Spins photo)
Killed in her apartment last night.

(Ryan) We found lipstick marks
on her neck.

When we test 'em, whose DNA
Do you think we're gonna find?

(Gasps) This wasn't me.
I didn't do this.

You were with her
that night.

But only because I was
paid to be.

- By who?
- Some guy. He hired me to come on to her.

Why?

He wanted me to get in her
place and steal her keys.

I-I didn't know he was
gonna kill her.

Is this the guy?

No. This guy was
way more intense, scary.

- Who is he?
- I don't know. I didn't want to know.

I just did what I had to
and I got out of there.

If you didn't know him,
why'd you agree to take the job?

Because I had no choice.
Mick, my manager, said I had to.

He said this guy was
a friend of his.

(Castle) So if we are gonna
find the scary guy,

shouldn't we be tracking down this manager?
(Marker squeaks)

Don't have to. We had
Veronica call him and tell him

she's been busted
for solicitation.

He thinks he's coming in
to bail her out.

So... how's our Time Traveler?
(Marker clatters)

Well, he's still sticking
to his story.

Keeps checking his watch, saying
he's about to be recalled.

Hmm. Well, it's not
a total waste.

I did get some
excellent stock tips.

Well, don't invest
just yet.

Once we find out
who hired Veronica,

then we'll know
how Doyle's involved.

Detective Beckett?
Dr. Silverman,

here for psych eval
on Simon Doyle.

(Clank)

He's right back there.

(Sighs)

Right back where?

Where is he?

Where did he go?

Not where.

When.

I'm just saying, what if
he was telling the truth

and he really was
recalled back to the future?

He wasn't recalled
back to the future.

And do you know
how I know that?

Because he's not
a Time Traveler.

Okay. So where is he?

Simple explanation?

There was a mix-up
with the paperwork

when his charges
were dropped,

and some desk monkey
accidentally let him go,

and now they are all trying
to cover their asses.

That's reasonable.

It's unlikely,
but it's reasonable.

Oh. Any luck finding Doyle?

No. Not yet.
Hmm.

Is that Veronica's manager?

Yeah. Mick Linden.
Just came in.

We're about to lower
the boom.

You need a hand?

Nah. We got it.

Wouldn't want you
to lose him, too.

(Ryan)
Here's your situation, Mick.

Your girl Veronica says
she stole

the victim's keys
for a friend of yours.

That makes you an accessory.

Oh, man, I swear to God

I-I didn't know he was
gonna do this.

Yeah, well, good luck getting
a jury to buy that.

You're looking at a lot
of time, Mr. Linden.

Come on, man. Hey, man,
I just got out six months ago.

I'll tell you what.
You tell us everything

about that murderous friend
of yours,

and we'll tell the d.A.
What a swell guy you are.

(Inhales deeply)

His name's Ward.
Garrett Ward.

Oh, my God. He was
my cellie at five points.

Where can we find him?

(Exhales) I don't know, man.
He found me last week.

Said he'd just gotten out,
he needed a favor.

I figured it was better to do it
than end up on his hate list.

You're afraid of him.

Hell, yeah. Everyone was.

I mean, this guy was inside
a week,

he was running the cell block.

Guy is ice-cold.

What else do you know
about him?

Nothing, man.

And I shared air
with this guy for years.

Never once did he talk
about his family,

his hometown, his girl.

But he might have been
a soldier.

Yeah, why's that?

'Cause he had that way.
Haunted.

Always doing push-ups.
Always on alert.

You know any reason why
he'd target Shauna Taylor?

He never even mentioned
the name.

And... you said before,
she wasn't his parole officer,

so I have no idea.

Could he have taken her out
as a favor to a friend?

That guy didn't have friends.

But, uh.

Like, sometimes he'd talk
about his mission.

What mission?

Alls he'd say is he had
unfinished business,

and it would change
everything.

(Magnet clicks)

Garrett wa..
Till six years ago,

no criminal record.

In fact, until six years ago,
no record at all.

No d.M.V., no military,
nothing.

That's impossible.

Unless he's the other
Time Traveler

that Doyle was talking about.

Whoever he is,
his record begins

when he was arrested
for bringing a backpack bomb

into a global energy conference
here in Manhattan.

- And what was his motive?
- Well, at the time,

the authorities linked him
to a radical eco group

that was protesting
the conference.

According to his file,

he's some kind of
anti-science nut job.

They found lots of
unabomber-style notebooks on him

decrying "the destruction
of the rightful kingdom of God

by science and technology."

- What's his connection to Doyle?
- Nada.

What do you mean, Nada?
Guys, come on, it's so obvious!

Look.
Ward is the guy that Doyle

was sent back in time to stop, okay?
(Marker squeaking)

(Mouths words)
Ward was sent back in time

on some
history-altering mission

that he failed to accomplish,
ending up in prison.

Six years later, he's trying
to complete that mission,

which is why Doyle
has been sent back to now,

because now is
when the timeline changed.

Well, I was thinking
that maybe

Ward and Doyle knew each other
in the non-crazy world,

like perhaps that Eco group

that Ward was supposedly
a part of.

Okay. Not as fun.

But why would
an anti-science nut

torture and murder
a parole officer?

I mean, what's her connection
to any of this?

We still haven't found one.

Why don't you guys
go back in time

and see if you can dig up

any of Ward's known associates
from six years ago?

Castle and I will look
into his case record,

see if we can find a connection
between him and Shauna Taylor

or perhaps figure out what
his unfinished business was.

(Papers rustling)
No, Alexis, I do trust you.

I'm just saying, deciding
to share an apartment

with someone you met
on a banana plantation

a month ago
just doesn't strike me

as the smartest decision
you've ever made.

Alexis, you...

Alexis...

(cell phone beeps)

She hung up on me.

Hmm?

(Sighs)

Maybe I shouldn't have said that
stuff about the bananas.

(Papers rustling)

Um...

You know, Castle,

maybe this is
a good thing for her.

I mean, she sees us,

and she sees you
starting something new.

Maybe she's just trying to
figure out how she fits in.

You're saying this is
about us?

No. Um, I'm saying
this is about her.

It's--it's about her
growing up.

You know what I'd do
if I had a time machine?

Mm?

I'd go back to...

Relive all those moments.

You know, holding
her tiny hand,

putting her
up on my shoulders.

Just...

I can't believe
those times are gone.

I know, Castle,
but think about

all of the great times
that you have to look for Ward to

in her future a-and in ours.

Yeah, assuming
there is a future.

If Doyle's right,
there may not even be on

oh, come on, Castle.

- (Paper rustling)
- Whoa.

Look at this.

It's an article
on the attempted bombing.

Look at the picture.

That's Malcolm wickfield,
Shauna's stepbrother.

He was at the conference?

He wasn't
just at the conference.

He was one of the speakers.

Wickfield's address
was unlisted.

You had to get it
from central.

That's what Ward wanted
from Shauna?

To find her stepbrother?

He's going after wickfield.

(Engine reining)

(Brakes squeal)

(Radio chatter)

(Gurney rattles)

NYPD Homicide.

What happened?

Wife said some guy just
showed up at the door

and attacked him.

He beat the hell out of him
then broke his neck.

Yes. That's him.

So what happened?

We were, uh, doing a crossword
puzzle together,

and... the doorbell rang

and when Malcolm answered it,
that man, he...

he grabbed him by the neck

and he dragged him
into the living room

and he...he kept yelling,
"Where's the child?

H-how can I find the child?"

- What child?
- We didn't know.

We told him we didn't know.
We don't have any children.

(Sighs) I called 9-1-1,
and when he heard the sirens,

that's when he...
He killed Malcolm.

(Stammers) He--he ran out
before they arrived.

Mrs. wickfield, what exactly
did your husband do?

He was
a theoretical physicist.

He was trying to isolate
new energy sources.

Why would anyone
target him for that?

Because some people
thought that his--

his experiments
were dangerous,

that somehow he was gonna...
Create a black hole

that was gonna swallow
the earth.

Of course, it was--
it was all nonsense.

Well, the work
is very exciting.

But right now it's all
theoretical.

What our research really offers

is an entirely new way
of looking at the universe.

Changing the way people
see the universe?

That's exactly
the kind of person

whose death
could alter the future.

It's also the kind of person
that a crazy anti-science nut

like Ward would fixate on.

Which means any of
the other speakers

at that conference
could be next.

Except now he's looking
for a child.

Okay, contact the conference
organizers.

Get names of everyone
that attended.

Let's see if there are
any children on that list.

This guy's gonna kill again,

and we don't know
anything about him.

I may have found
someone who does.

That eco group that Ward
was supposedly a part of?

Well, it's since disbanded,
but its leader at the time

was a guy
named Jack Hastings.

He's an environmental author
now,

and his new book,
"our earth's end,"

it's about the coming
Eco disasters

and the destruction
of the human race.

(Man, amplified voice)
If you want to know the future,

look at the facts.

In less than 35 years,
we'll have no gas,

as our energy resources dwindle
and needs rise

due to global warming,

scarcity will spark
the inevitable--

a massive, bloody world war,

- probably within the next 20 years...
- Massive, bloody energy wars?

Just like Doyle described.

Given how compromised
our planet already is,

will the human race survive?

Thank you.

(Applause)

Yeah, I knew Garrett Ward.

When he first came to us,
he said all the right things--

how big oil and coal were
destroying our environment.

He even helped me plan that
sit-in on the energy conference.

After a few weeks,
it became obvious

he didn't care
about the environment.

When he was caught with
that bomb, we realized why.

He was using you to get
into the conference.

So how well did you
know him personally?

Well, enough to know
he was nuts.

How so?

He was... paranoid.

He was always looking
over his shoulder.

And he'd say things
about the future,

messed-up things about
apocalyptic wars

and how the human race
needed to be cleansed.

It was pretty creepy.

Kind of like some of
the predictions you just made?

No. This was different.

Ward talked about it
like it was real,

like it had already happened.

Did he ever say anything to you
about a child?

Not that I recall.

What about this guy?

You recognize him?

Sorry.

Do you know if there was
anyone that he was close to,

anyone who would know
how to find him?

He burned every bridge
he had

when he walked in
with that bomb.

But if you're looking
for him,

I'd try the east river
power plant.

That's where he was living
six years ago.

He said, uh,
the electromagnetic field

made it harder
for the government to find him.

I told you,
the guy was crazy.

This place shut down
in 2010.

You really think
he'd come back here?

You can stay in the car
if you're too scared.

Alone?

At an abandoned power plant?
No, thank you.

Maybe we should
put something in our vows

about following each other
into creepy places.

(Castle) Look, I'm just saying--
energy wars,

a soldier from the future--

everything seems to support
Doyle's story.

Aren't you weirded out
by all this?

Why would I be
weirded out?

Ward's just another
paranoid schizophrenic,

no different than
Ted Kaczynski

or Mark David Chapman.

Then how do you explain
Doyle?

Well,
probably another crazy

who got caught up
in his delusion.

He and Ward must know
each other somehow.

Castle.

Someone's been here.

(Cocks gun)

Don't...don't...

it's him. Come on.

- Where are you going?
- Call for backup.

Good idea.

(Beckett grunts)

(Grunting)

(Grunting and panting)

(Castle grunting)

(Panting) Damn it.

(Castle) Beckett?

(Panting)
Hey. Hey.

Oh. Ow! (Grunts)

I'm okay.

(Grunts) How'd you find us?

I didn't.
I was tracking Ward.

You said you didn't know him,
but he recognized you.

Well, no,
he recognized this, okay?

This is a Tracking Beacon.

- A what?
- All I have to do is touch him with it,

- and our scientists can pull him right back.
- Drop your weapon.

Hands in the air.

(Groans)

(Device whirring and blooping)
Okay. Easy.

Okay. Detective,

the gun is really
not necessary.

The hell it isn't.

How did you get out
of holding?

And how are you involved?

You know how.

You just don't want to
believe me, but trust me,

detective,

we're on the same side.

(Sighs)

(Clanking)

You do realize I just
saved your life, right?

Yeah, this is
detective Beckett.

I've got a suspect at large.

I'm gonna need patrol sweeps
of the area

along with a full c.S.U. Team
at the scene.

Real charmer, that one.

I can't believe
you marry her.

- How did you know I marry her?
- One of your book jackets.

You know, "Richard Castle
lives in New York

with his wife, senator Beckett,
and their three children."

- Senator?
- Three kids?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
It was kind of hard for me

to believe myself,
given all the crazy stuff

- that goes on between you along the way.
- Crazy stuff? What stuff?

Are you kidding me? She...

I'll call you back.
(Cell phone beeps)

No, I shouldn't say.
I shouldn't say.

I can tell you, thought,
that I'm really glad

you stopped writing those
stupid mystery books, okay?

Because your serious literature
is so much better.

I write serious literature?
Beckett, you hear that?

(Sighs) Yeah, I heard.

And I'm the president
of fantasyland.

No, it was--it was
senator, actually.

It was... senator,
but not if Ward

changes the future,
do you understand me?

Yeah, but didn't the time stream
already change

with wickfield's murder?

No, no, wickfield's death
was a...was a minor disruption.

But all the work
he was doing...

Never amounted to anything.

Nah, he wound up
a footnote in history.

According to our calculations,
the big event,

whatever it is,
it hasn't happened yet.

- Then why was Ward after him?
- I don't know.

You--you said he was looking
for a child, right?

- Well, he had...
- Castle!

He's our suspect.

Could you please not discuss
details of our case with him?

Maybe you could come over here
and help me

look through this stuff.
We might find a clue...

(Mouth words) As to who Ward's
next victim's gonna be.

(Sighs)

(Lowered voice)
For your information,

I wasn't sharing details
of the case.

I was playing into his delusion
to see what he knew.

Look at this. This is
a photograph of an old letter

addressed
to Malcolm Wickfield.

It's dated six years ago.

Looks like it's
from a High School student

asking to see him speak
at that energy conference.

Why would Ward have this?

I don't know.
It's only the first page,

but there's no name
or signature.

But look at the words
Ward circled.

"Brooklyn," "P.S 311,"
"state award

last year
for my physics project."

Each one's a clue as to
the letter writer's identity.

Ward must have been
after him.

Do you think this is the child
that Ward is looking for?

Mr. Doyle...
Do you know who he is?

No, no, I've never
seen him before.

But if Ward's targeting him,
there must be a reason.

Why would Ward be after
a high school student?

I don't know. But we gotta
find him first.

Yeah, but no name, and only
these clues to go on?

It could take days.

Hey, could I make
a suggestion?

Ward, you know,

he was working off of a photo
of the letter, right?

So perhaps the easier path
is to ask, where's the original?

It's bound to have
the kid's name and address.

(Mrs. wickfield)
A letter from six years ago.

Good thing most geniuses
are pack rats.

I kept trying to get him
to throw some of this stuff out,

but he never would. Uh, let me
see that picture again.

- Oh, yeah.
- You sure you've never

seen the kid before?

No, but, uh, Malcolm was
very encouraging to students,

so it's a possibility
that he knew him.

(Papers rustling)
Wait a minute.

Here.

- That's it.
- (Exhales)

It's written by some kid
named Paul Deschile.

Wait a second. No.

That's not "De-shiel."
Um...

It's "Duh-child."

He wasn't looking
for "the child,"

he was looking for Deschile.

Who the hell's
Paul Deschile?

(Ryan) He's a 21-year-old
student at Hudson

getting his post-doc
in theoretical physics.

All right, get him into
protective custody.

He's on leave this semester.

The university has no idea
where he is.

Still trying to look
for his parents,

- but they moved out of state a few years ago.
- Detective, it's him!

- Deschile.
- You know him?

Of course I know him.
Everyone knows him.

Oh, man, if...
if he's killed...

Okay, I'll call you back.
Doyle, sit down.

No wonder
billions of people die.

Okay, who the hell
is Paul Deschile?

The energy wars, all right?
I told you about the other side.

A group of fascists--
they were worse than the Nazis.

Th-they were
slaughtering people

by the tens
of thousands, okay?

They were winning.

Until Deschile...he and his team,
they created an energy shield.

Okay? It was able to stop
their weapons

and completely
turn the tide.

Detective, listen to me!
(Pounds desk)

Ward is still obviously
fighting for the fascists!

They're trying to win the war
by rewriting history!

And if he kills Deschile,
there will be no energy shield!

And without that energy shield,
we lose that war!

Ward's gonna kill Deschile,

and that is why
billions of people die!

Okay, you know what?
We don't have time for this.

- Take him to holding, please.
- Fine, we don't have time.

You're correct, okay?

Forget everything I said!
Forget about Time Travel!

Forget about wars!
None of that matters!

All that matters is Deschile!
You understand me?

You keep him alive!
He cannot die!

No. Deschile. Yeah.

Paul Deschile.

No, wait, please don't...
don't put me on hold.

- Anything?
- Esposito got ahold of his

parents in Oregon.

They think he's staying
with a friend in the city,

which is who I'm holding
for now.

You don't think any of this
could possibly be real, do you?

I don't know, Castle,

but I have no intention
of letting this kid die.

Yes. Hi. This is
detective Kate Beckett, NYPD

I'm trying to get ahold
of a Paul Deschile.

Where?

He's at the Planetarium.

Wait, just like you told
what other guy?

Who else did you tell?

Ward knows.

Planetarium's
all the way uptown.

We'll never get there
in time.

(Man on loudspeaker) The cosmos
is vast and glorious...

more wondrous
than we can fathom.

It takes our breath away
and ignites our imagination.

It is the essence
of time itself--

the past, the present,
and the future.

It's an enigma
seemingly impossible to grasp,

and yet we pursue
its mysteries.

We dare to reach out
to understand

swirling galaxies,
exploding stars...

(Man continues indistinctly,
music swelling)

(Narration
continues indistinctly)

(Gun cocks)

Freeze!

(Audience gasping and murmuring)

- Don't even think about it!
- NYPD! Let me see your hands right now!

(Audience shouting indistinctly)

(Blade zings)

Knife!

(Audience screaming)

You okay, kid?

(Exhales deeply)

(Handcuffs clicking)

Why Wickfield?

Why Deschile?

What were you hoping
to accomplish?

(Flips folder open)

Who is that man?

You ran from him
at the power plant. Why?

Mr. Ward, there is no record
of you before 2007.

Where are you from?

Okay, Ward.

(Chair scrapes floor)

(Pounds table)
Whatever you thought you were doing...

It's over.

(Telephone ringing in distance,
indistinct conversations)

(Castle) What'd he say?

- Nothing.
- No apocalyptic visions,

no nightmarish warnings
of dire things to come?

Whatever delusions he has
in his head,

he is keeping them
to himself.

Well, if nothing Doyle said
was true,

why else would Ward
target Deschile?

(Esposito)
I think we can answer that.

I'm the one who alerted security
to Ward's behavior

at the energy conference
six years ago.

They stopped him
because of me.

It looks like this was all
just about revenge.

I'm just sorry it cost
Dr. Wickfield his life.

You know, the talk he gave
at that conference

rocked my world,
and if it wasn't for him,

I'd probably be doing
something

completely different
with my life.

Come on, man.
I'll walk you out.

So, there is a simple
explanation after all.

Yes. Now we know why Ward
tried to bomb that conference--

to kill Deschile.

You see, in the future,
when the famous Deschile

will give interviews, he'll say
that's where it all started.

Consequently, Ward will know
exactly where...

and when...to find him.

You're trying to drive me crazy,
aren't you?

Well, apparently I already do,
if we end up with three kids.

Would you like to know
their names?

- Yes.
- No!

Doyle? What are you
doing out?

Well, you said that I had
the right to an attorney,

and he said that you
couldn't keep me anymore.

- What about your psych eval?
- Oh, please. Are you kidding me?

I passed that
with flying colors.

But you should have heard
the crazy stuff

coming out of my mouth.

Growing up in Denver,
middle-class family.

I mean, I haven't lied
that much in years.

- But I...
- Now, now, detective, don't be upset.

Because of you,
billions of people are alive.

Because of you,
future generations are safe.

I don't care
what you say, Doyle.

There's a connection
between you and Ward,

and it has nothing to do
with Time Travel.

And I'm gonna find out
what it is.

Okay. Good luck.

Because before yesterday,
I had never even met Ward.

(Ryan)
That's not entirely true.

I went back through
Ward's incarceration file.

Before his trial,
he spent two weeks

in a psychiatric Ward being
evaluated by the state.

In the next room was
another patient, a John Doe.

I had them pull his photo.

And there's the connection.

No, no, no. That...
that's...that's ridiculous.

Because I have never, ever...

Oh, wow,
that's really clever.

What? What's clever?

That's me.

Right? But I-I haven't
done it yet.

(Ryan clears throat)
Don't you see?

Now that they know who Ward is
and where he's gonna be...

They're gonna send me back
to make contact with him,

find out who he works for, if
they're planning anything else.

It's perfect.

Oh, wow. Uh, I don't
have much time left.

Um... I don't know.
See you in 20 years.

(Chuckles) Is it--is it just me,
or does that make sense?

No, it's just you.

Ooh, he forgot
his little doohickey there.

(Sighs)

Hey. So what happened?

Um...

Missed him.

Well...

You know what?
(Unzips bag)

After a case like this one,
I think a warm and cozy bath

is in my future.

Talk to you tonight?

Sounds good.

(Cup clatters)
(Gasps)

(Whispers) Jeez.

(Door closes)

You're really doing this?

I am.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking I'm making
a huge mistake.

What if you are?

This isn't something
you can just go back and undo.

Why don't you wait
a year, okay?

Move into the dorms.

I'm sure Pi can
take care of himself.

And if after a year you still
want to move in together,

I won't say a word.

Yes, you will.

I don't know how this
is gonna turn out, dad.

None of us do.

But it's my life, my future.

I have to find out
for myself.

Who are you always saying is
the smart one in the family?

You.

Dad, I know what I'm doing.

It'll be okay.

(Door closes)

Too soon.