Castle (2009–2016): Season 8, Episode 21 - Hell to Pay - full transcript
Castle thinks the Antichrist may be involved in the death of an axe-wielding, psychiatric inmate who drops dead in the P.I. office.
Mm.
No sign of it letting up.
Just gonna have to be late.
Frankly,
I'm in no rush to leave this party...
Thanks to your father's excellent taste
in Scotch and daughters.
- Oh, the man knows his stuff.
- Mm.
Ohhh. Blackout. Come on.
Must be from the storm.
Hold on. I know my dad keeps
a flashlight here somewhere.
Did you hear that?
Is someone trying to break in?
Finis omnium nunc est.
So, the power is out,
the phones are down.
You know what that means?
No late-night calls from work
to interrupt our game of naked Twister.
What, why are you still dressed?
I've got to go to the precinct.
What? Now?!
T-There's nothing more
romantic than a blackout.
Yeah, and nothing more deadly.
You know as well as I do that
as soon as the lights go out,
bad things happen.
What the hell's that?
The panic signal from the P.I. office.
I had it set up for when
Alexis is there by herself.
No service.
This is Captain Beckett to Central.
Alexis?
What happened? Are you all right?
Yeah. That guy broke in with an ax,
yelling something in Latin.
Then he just dropped dead.
What did he say?
I don't know. It all happened so fast.
Is that what he broke in with?
Yep. Talk about crashing a party.
Turns out it's the fire ax
from the downstairs lobby.
So our intruder must've
grabbed it on his way up.
But why? I mean, there's easier ways
to break into this office.
Yeah, and more silent.
He certainly wasn't planning
on sneaking up on anyone.
You get an ID on the guy?
No. No wallet, and your, uh,
portable fingerprint
thingumajiggy is down
due to weather.
He bled to death from
a wound in his left side.
My guess is whatever he was stabbed with
punctured his subclavian artery.
After that,
he would've had about 30 minutes
to an hour, tops.
Well, he came in here
with this around 9:00 p.m.
He keeled over shortly thereafter.
So he must've been stabbed
between 8:00 and 8:30.
There's a...
There's a hospital bracelet.
Our intruder's name is G. Shaw,
and he was a patient at...
Peakmore Psychiatric Facility.
Yikes.
You know it?
It's a psychiatric hospital
for the criminally insane.
Our ax-wielding psycho is
an escaped mental patient.
Back-up generator's not working so well.
Yeah, place like this you'd
think would be state of the art.
We're here about an escaped inmate
just tried to kill
two people with an ax.
Um... wait here.
Yo, I'd try to escape,
too, if I lived here.
Who knows what they're
doing to them back there.
Can't be anything worse than
what we did historically.
Many cultures mistook mental
illness for a sign of sorcery.
Treatments ranged from, well, prayer
to drilling holes in the
skull to release the demons.
Definitely a case of the cure
being worse than the disease.
The Director's coming out now.
Thanks, man.
Detectives, I'm Dr. Brock Martin.
Did you find Gabriel Shaw?
No, he found us,
but not before he was fatally stabbed.
That's terrible.
Gabriel Shaw's been here at
Peakmore for the last 20 years.
What did he do?
He broke into the house of
a man named Warren Crowne,
tried to kill him and his entire family.
Warren Crowne the philanthropist?
I remember the headlines.
Didn't his attacker say he was
some kind of avenging angel?
The archangel Gabriel...
The divine messenger.
Catechism class.
Gabriel Shaw was convinced
that he was on a mission from God
to rid the world of evil.
It was a mission that even 20
years of antipsychotic drugs
and electroshock therapy
could not dissuade him from.
Any idea who might've wanted him dead?
None.
Gabriel's contact with the
outside world was virtually nil.
His room's down here.
Any idea how he might've escaped?
Yes, he, uh, he stole a keycard
from one of our orderlies.
Uh, we realized he was
missing around noon today.
Noon? Why the hell didn't
you call the police before?
We should have. I realize that now.
The man came to my
office wielding an ax.
Which is why I sent out
a group of orderlies
looking for Gabriel.
They searched all day and
came back empty-handed.
- Except...
- Except what?
One of the orderlies
hasn't come back yet.
Uh, Dave Holmby.
I-I-I tried calling him,
but the phones are out.
Have Dave and Gabriel had
any problems in the past?
They've had... issues, yes.
In fact, it was Dave's
keycard that Gabriel stole.
But Dave's been with us a long time.
He's not the type of
person to kill anyone,
if that's what you're thinking.
You sent an orderly out to recapture
a violent, mentally unstable man.
It's possible he was
trying to subdue Gabriel
and things got out of control.
So, Dave stabs Gabriel,
but then loses him in the storm.
Guys, are you hearing that?
Something in here.
Might've told me about
your rodent problem.
We don't have one.
Not usually.
Must've been driven to
higher ground by the storm.
That a bible?
Yeah, but with... drawings...
of demons, page after page of them.
Ryan, Javi, anyone there?
Yeah, Lanie. We're here. Go ahead.
Well, get your ass to the morgue.
I found something disturbing.
Yeah, well,
that seems to be going around.
So, what is so...
Whoa.
Is that blood?
Well, not according to Lanie.
Then... what is it?
Some kind of ink.
Lanie sent samples to the lab,
but one thing that we do know is,
based on the writing,
there's no way that Gabriel
did this to himself.
So, then, someone at the hospital.
Yeah, I called, and they said
that he didn't have any writing on him
when he escaped this morning.
The Roman numerals are bible verses,
and the words are all in Latin.
"Protect me, O Lord,
from the hands of the wicked."
It's a prayer for salvation.
Sounds like he was scared, but of what?
The mysteries don't stop there.
When I conducted the autopsy,
I found that the wound
had been inflicted by some
kind of talon or claw.
Like an animal?
It gets even weirder.
There was a strange
substance inside the wound.
Let me guess... sulfur.
Yeah, how'd you know?
Guys, isn't it obvious?
Latin prayers, a claw, sulfur...
Also known...
as brimstone?
Come on, Castle.
Castle, you don't think that...
Oh, but I do.
We all have our demons.
But Gabriel was killed by his.
S08E21
Hell To Pay
What did I tell you?
I mean, as soon as the lights go out,
bad things happen.
You know, at least the precinct
is on a backup generator,
'cause the rest of the city
is gonna have intermittent power.
Today's gonna be hell.
Well, that's appropriate,
since that's the likely
place our killer is from.
You know, do you think we're
gonna need specialized equipment
to capture this demon murderer,
something exorcism-esque?
There's nothing supernatural
about this case.
Our victim was stabbed with
a brimstone-covered claw,
or gored by a horn, perhaps.
Now, what but a demon could do that?
Look, Ryan and Espo are bringing
in Dave Holmby, our rogue orderly,
and I am sure that they are going to get
a very sane and grounded explanation
as to why he killed Gabriel Shaw.
Seek the truth and thou
shalt be enlightened.
Is that scripture?
From the book of Castle.
Hot damn, that was some storm!
Seriously,
fit for neither man nor beast.
I can only imagine how hard it was
to track down an escaped mental
patient in the middle of it.
Yeah, that was some Sherlock-level
detective work, Dave.
NYPD would be lucky to
have someone like you.
- You know what we should do?
- Hmm?
- Give him an application.
- Ooh, that's a good idea.
Oh.
Ahh, there's that whole murder issue.
Right.
If only you wouldn't have
killed Shaw last night
after you caught him.
Not that I don't sympathize.
I mean, he stole your keycard.
- Yep.
- You probably were gonna get fired.
Wait a minute.
When I left Shaw, he was still alive.
Oh, so you admit to seeing
him after he escaped?
Yeah.
Look, he used to talk about
this church on 87th street.
So I went up there.
There he was, walking out.
I grabbed him,
I tried to drag him into my car, but...
But what?
He knew that I was...
liberating meds from patients
and selling them on the street.
Let me guess.
He told you that if you took him back,
he was gonna rat you out.
I wish he said that.
He promised he was gonna
out me no matter what.
Wait a minute, that sounds like
even more of a motive to stab the guy.
I swear, I let him go.
He was alive at 4:30 yesterday,
and that was the last
time that I saw him.
So, why didn't you go back to Peakmore?
Why were you hiding out at
your girlfriend's apartment?
I wasn't hiding.
I figured Shaw was gonna
get caught sooner or later,
which meant that I was out
of a job no matter what.
So I said screw it.
Might as well take the
rest of the night off and,
you know, spend some time with my girl.
All right,
let's pretend that that's true.
Why now? After 20 years of confinement,
why would Shaw decide to break out?
All I know is in the past few weeks,
he was really amped up.
Why? Something happen to him?
Not something, someone... A visitor.
Who?
I don't know.
But whoever it was really set Shaw off.
I mean, he was already disturbed,
but after this guy came by,
he got even worse.
So, I pulled the police
file and court records
for Shaw's prosecution 20 years ago,
and according to this,
Shaw's attack on the Crowne family
was anything but random.
He was working as a consultant
for a P.I. named Noah Kramer.
What kind of consultant?
Spiritual.
Kramer had been hired to
investigate the Crowne family.
Wait. Why would a P.I.
hire a spiritual consultant
to help investigate a
billionaire philanthropist?
What? What is it?
I know why Shaw came to this office.
20 years ago,
this was Noah Kramer's office.
Ooh, updating the murder board must mean
- Holmby's alibi checked out?
- That it did.
- Yes!
- Really?
Come on. I'm just excited to
get off the whole orderly thing
and on to the trail of the true killer,
which is most likely
a road paved to hell,
because we all know
that's where demons come from.
Well, I will be sure to cross reference
Shaw's visitor against the
list of fallen angels, okay?
Has Esposito gotten
the visitor logs yet?
Well, he's trying, but the power outage
is slowing everything down.
Something wrong?
Look at that.
Yeah, it looks just like a lens flair.
Why?
- There it is again.
- Weird.
That's not...
Hey.
Dad, Hayley and I did some digging,
and 20 years ago,
Gabriel Shaw worked as a consultant
for a P.I. named Noah Kramer
who worked out of your office.
It's possible that Shaw
came there with the ax
looking for Kramer.
Well, it's a nice theory,
but Kramer's long dead.
He was killed in an accident
a year and a half after Shaw
was committed to Peakmore.
What kind of an accident?
He was impaled by a pipe that
fell at a construction site.
Okay. That's horrible.
But still, it's possible that
Shaw was delusional enough
to believe that Kramer was still alive.
Maybe. You know, Kramer's wife and kid
still live in the city.
Perhaps they can shed some
light on Shaw's motives.
Give me an address for them.
Write this down.
Hang on, let me get a pen.
- Gabriel Shaw is dead?
- Mm-hmm.
We just saw him yesterday.
Where?
Well, he came by the house.
He said he was released from Peakmore.
What did he want?
He was looking for stuff he
left with my dad 20 years ago.
What kind of stuff?
I don't know. I didn't ask. We...
We didn't want anything to do with him.
He ruined my dad's life.
Marshall's too young to remember,
but he's well aware of how
Gabriel Shaw ruined our family.
After Shaw attacked the Crownes,
my husband's reputation was destroyed.
Noah was shocked to think
that a man he befriended
could've hidden such... evil.
Noah thought the
work they had done together
was a mistake and thought
it needed to be buried.
So, do you have anything of Shaw's?
Oh, no. No, after my husband died,
I just couldn't bear
going into his office,
so I-I hired a company
to sell off the furniture
and just dump the rest.
I told Shaw all of this before he left.
What time was that?
Around 5:00.
That's still 3.5 hours
before he met his murderer.
Did he mention anything about
where he was going next?
No, but he said something in
Latin before he walked away.
Do you remember what that was?
It could be very important.
Mm.
Finis omnium... I don't know.
Nunc est.
Finis omnium nunc est.
The end is upon us.
I know why Shaw came here
wielding an ax last night.
To commit unholy murder
on two unbelievably exceptional women?
Close, but no.
He was trying to get in there.
The safe?
This was all drywalled over
when I rented the office.
The contractors found it when
I was doing the renovations.
The landlord thought
it had been removed,
but clearly Noah Kramer
walled it up before he died,
intent on burying whatever
he and Shaw were working on.
That's why Shaw grabbed the ax...
To try and break into the safe.
- So, what's inside?
- I don't know.
Wait a minute. You've never opened...
Why the hell not?
Schrodinger's cat.
Oh, God. Is this another one of his...
- Mm-hmm.
- Great!
No, no. It's... look.
If I opened it,
I was bound to be disappointed
with whatever was inside.
If I never opened it,
literally anything I
imagine could be in there.
So, you chose fantasy over reality?
Well, duh.
But we're going to open it now, right?
Well, duh.
When an ax-wielding psychopath
is killed by a demon trying
to get inside, clearly,
whatever's in there is worth seeing.
If only...
I knew someone who could crack a safe?
It's a Jefferson Titanium 500 vault.
Meaning?
I need 28 minutes and
a chocolate milkshake.
You're kidding.
- Chocolate milkshake.
- Chocolate milkshake.
Chocolate milkshake.
- Captain.
- Yeah?
According to Peakmore's visitor's logs,
the person who came to see
Shaw was named Dennis Wormwood.
Oh, good. Any luck finding him?
No, because it's a fake name.
Okay, well,
Peakmore must have security videos,
so pull the feed, see if you can ID him.
I did.
Check this out.
Oh, that's strange.
Creepy is more like it.
So, do you think Castle's right...
No, no, no, no.
Don't even add fuel to that fire.
Whoever gave the fake name
must've sabotaged the videos
in order to keep that visit a secret,
which makes him look even
more like our killer.
All right, I'll keep digging.
Is this... this is... This is loud.
I'm gonna...
Got it.
Okay, it's your last chance
to let your imagination run wild.
- I'm good.
- Eh, maybe we shouldn't.
Given the whole Satanic,
escaped-mental-patient angle?
Alexis,
we can't let fear control our actions.
Care to rethink that?
Here we go.
What is it all?
Looks like research.
Into what?
The end of days.
Which, according to this,
is two days from now.
Man, I hate walls of crazy.
What if it's not crazy?
Shaw believed the apocalypse
starts in two days.
Then why did Shaw want to
get back inside of here?
What was he after?
Yeah. It's a good question.
It's insane to think that
this has all been sitting
right next to us all this time.
It's twisted.
Looks like they were following this boy,
Victor Crowne.
Wait, Crowne. That was the family
that Shaw tried to murder 20 years ago.
Yeah, I looked into them.
Warren and Alice Crowne
were the parents.
They had a nine-year-old
boy named Victor.
What's worse,
after surviving Shaw's attacks,
they were killed in a
freak skiing avalanche
and Victor became an orphan.
Poor kid.
Well, yes and no.
They were billionaires.
Victor stood to inherit
the entire fortune.
Are you kidding me?
Guys, tell me you're seeing this.
A targeted orphan standing
to inherit an empire
in the center of a
religious Armageddon plot?
Hello!
It's "The Omen"!
Shaw believed that Victor
Crowne was the Antichrist.
The A... as in...
As in the personification of the devil.
Yes, dear. Yes. It...
That's why Shaw went after the Crownes.
He was going after their son.
Except that was a film.
Please don't tell me
you are Googling the
Antichrist right now.
I'm looking into Victor Crowne.
He still lives here in New York.
If Shaw believed that Victor
was some sort of devil,
maybe that's why he escaped
from that institution...
So that he could finish his mission.
According to this article, in two days,
Victor Crowne turns 30
and will gain full control
over his parents' empire.
That's it.
Jesus began his ministry when he was 30.
Many people believe that the Antichrist
will begin his reign on
Earth at the same age.
And that once his ascension has started,
it cannot be stopped.
Guys,
what if Victor Crowne is the Antichrist
and Shaw isn't crazy?
No, Rick. He was very crazy.
Remember... He tried to kill a child.
You know,
we still haven't accounted for
all of Shaw's time after he escaped.
If he's still obsessed
with killing Victor,
there's a chance he took
a run at him last night.
Except Victor is a full-grown man now,
able to defend himself.
And if Victor stabbed
Shaw in self-defense,
he might be too afraid to come forward.
We need to talk to this guy.
Come on. Half the city is blacked out,
but this place is lit up
like a Christmas tree?
The lights probably run on generators.
Sure.
Thermoelectric generator
fueled by the flames of Hell.
Check this out, you guys. Look at this.
Billionaire entrepreneur hell-bent on
"saving the world"
with his water reclamation project?
I'm sure.
Castle, by all accounts,
Victor Crowne has helped
millions of impoverished people
by providing them with
clean drinking water.
Or is he infecting us with it?
Ow!
Gentlemen, follow me this way, please.
You stole this from the
safe to protect yourself?!
Castle!
What?! You guys have guns.
The NYPD.
And Richard Castle in the flesh.
I'm fans of you all.
Yikes! You got a shock.
Don't you hate when that happens?
So, how can I help you fine gentlemen?
Mr. Crowne, we just have some
questions about this man.
I take it you recognize him.
Gabriel Shaw. Hard face to forget.
Have you seen him recently?
Okay, what's this all about?
Shaw is dead.
He escaped from Peakmore
yesterday afternoon
and was killed later that evening.
You seem pleased.
The man attacked my family, Mr. Castle.
Don't expect me to shed
a tear over his demise.
20 years, this face has haunted me.
How's that?
Days after his attack,
my parents and I left the city.
My parents perished in a
freak accident on that trip.
You blame Shaw for their deaths.
He set those events in motion.
That man forever cursed my life.
But I've turned my pain into a blessing.
Channeled all that negative energy
into a plan for something good...
a better world.
My clean-water initiative.
We're launching a global
network of offices
in just a couple of days.
On your 30th birthday.
As it so happens, yes.
Well, I hate to have to ask you this,
Mr. Crowne,
but where were you last night?
Here. Working.
Rollins can provide you
with surveillance tapes
if you'd like to verify that.
We're done here.
Gentlemen.
What is that...
Something smells like...
Sulfur.
We had an accident during
a demonstration yesterday.
I'm still working out the kinks.
Detectives.
I burned those copies of
our surveillance tapes.
Thank you.
Thanks, Rollins.
Every floor for the last 48 hours.
Thanks, Rollins. Really appreciate it.
You're welcome.
- Castle?
- Geez!
What's with you?
I-I'm... I'm marked for death.
What?
I'm marked for death.
Bro, you have to stop
watching these horror films.
That same slash of light
appeared in the crime-scene photos,
okay?
In the exact same place...
Right across my neck.
Now it's showing up
again in the video feed?
That's live feed!
That cannot be manipulated!
Castle, all this stuff about
omens and the Antichrist...
You being marked for death...
It's all in your head.
Guys... Look out!
You were saying?!
It was a frayed cable.
Yes. Yes, I agree.
If by frayed cable, you mean Satan.
Look, Castle,
don't take this the wrong way,
but you're starting to sound crazy.
And not your usual crazy,
I mean, next-level nutter.
Beckett, listen to me.
I looked into the cold,
soulless eyes of Victor Crowne,
and let me tell you what I saw...
Evil.
Well,
I looked into the surveillance tapes
from Victor Crowne's building,
and let me tell you what I saw...
Victor Crowne working all night.
He never left the building, Castle.
He's not our killer.
He's not gonna be bound by earthly laws,
Beckett.
That's Demon 101.
Yo, Cap.
We're still not having any luck
figuring out where Shaw was
during that time-of-death window.
Well, someone must've seen him,
so why don't we get unis to re-canvass?
- All right.
- Yo, I just got a call from Lanie.
Uh, do you remember the biblical verses
painted all over our Vic's body?
Well, the lab ran an analysis,
and the results are... odd.
It's a paste made from a mixture
of olive oil, cassia, cinnamon,
cymbopogon, and myrrh.
Cymbopogon and myrrh?
I've seen this somewhere before.
I swear it.
- Go.
- All right.
Hey, guys.
Hey, Dad.
You wouldn't believe some of
the stuff we're finding in here.
Did you find a recipe?
For what? Antichrist cookies?
No, of course not.
But, actually, I don't even know.
All I know is I saw a letter
in here that had a recipe on it
with olive oil, cassia,
cinnamon, cymbopogon, and myrrh.
Wait, wait, wait a minute.
Why does that sound so familiar?
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Uh...
Yeah, here it is. Uh-huh.
It's addressed to Gabriel
Shaw from a Karl Von Eckland.
Now the letter goes on and on
and on about anointing oil.
It was used in ancient times
to prepare the righteous
for battle against demons,
and the ingredients include
cymbopogon and myrrh.
Okay, now listen to this part.
"Find me when it's your
turn to answer the call.
I will prepare you for
your battle against evil."
And who's the guy who wrote that?
Karl Von Eckland.
We really need to talk to this guy.
Well, um, he's dead.
So, unless you have a Ouija board
somewhere around here,
it might be a bit of a challenge.
How did he die?
Looks like he had a fatal heart attack
on December 13, 1996.
Ooh. That is just one month
after this letter was written.
And a week after Gabriel
Shaw was sent to Peakmore.
Wait a minute.
If Shaw was institutionalized,
it's possible he didn't know
Karl Von Eckland was dead.
Which means after he broke out,
he probably went to
Von Eckland's apartment
to get prepared for his
supposed demonic battle.
Ryan, who lives in Von
Eckland's apartment now?
His son, Oscar.
Looks like he moved in
after his father died.
Nice place.
It's very, uh... eclectic.
Yeah, it's creepy as all hell,
but it's my dad's old stuff.
Never had the heart to
get rid of any of it.
So, you didn't follow
in your father's religious footsteps?
Hell, no.
It's all mumbo jumbo.
20 bucks?
Hey, a man's got to eat, right?
So, I make a little money on the side.
You know,
selling blessed crap to suckers.
Yeah, blessed candles, blessed crosses.
Can I interest you in
a blessed bracelet?
No, but, uh,
we are interested in this man.
Was he here last night?
Yeah. Around 6:00.
Gabriel something?
Was looking for my old man.
He wanted your father to anoint him
with the oil for spiritual battle.
How do you know that?
Did you anoint him, Oscar?
For 50 bucks, hell yeah, I did.
What? He was desperate,
so I grabbed one of Pop's old books,
and I whipped up a batch
of the anointing oil,
and I, uh,
wrote some bible verses on him.
It gave him great peace.
Well,
that peace didn't last. The man's dead.
Really? What happened to him?
He was murdered...
by the spawn of Satan.
- Is he serious?
- Very.
So, Oscar, did Gabriel Shaw
tell you whether he was meeting anyone?
Did he say where he was going?
No, just thanked me and left.
- What time did he leave?
- A little after 7:30.
That's 30 minutes
before Shaw was stabbed.
Guys, we're getting close.
Okay, so good and bad news.
The good news is we found
surveillance footage
of Shaw in Oscar's neighborhood
and we were able to track him
back to the location
where he was stabbed.
You have video of Gabriel Shaw's murder?
Well, yeah. Uh, sort of.
Oh. This is where the bad news comes in.
It appears that due to the thunderstorm,
none of the cameras are
functioning properly.
What does that mean?
It... Uh...
It's just gonna be sort of... odd.
Like odd odd? Or work of the Devil odd?
No, just odd odd, Castle, all right?
- Go ahead.
- Okay.
That... is a demon.
You guys, you did it.
You have video of Gabriel Shaw
killed by something not of this world.
All right, Castle. Easy.
Look, guys, I-I know it's late,
but I need you to go
down to that loading dock
and see what you can find, please.
Yeah.
Thank you.
I'm gonna go pack up.
And, um... Castle?
It's just a glitch.
"And the beast shall rise
and appear as astute and miraculous...
The leader who comes into power
on a platform of prosperity and peace."
Or, in a nutshell,
Victor Crowne.
Geez!
Gotcha.
Not funny, Beckett!
I am being targeted by dark forces.
I'm serious. I can feel it.
Okay, fine.
Can you just feel it in the morning?
'Cause it's late. Let's go to bed.
Yeah, just give me a few minutes.
All right.
- Boo!
- Geez!
You're so easy!
The Angel Dagger.
Where have I seen...
Hey, Beckett.
Hey, where are you?
I'm at the office.
I figured out why Shaw broke in here.
- Really?
- Yeah.
He was looking for a weapon.
It's the only thing that
can kill the Antichrist.
It's called the Angel Dagger.
Castle, would you please just...
Beckett, I am serious.
I-I found references to it on
the Internet, and it was here.
It's been in the safe the whole time.
I-It's a blade that was hidden in a...
- Who's there?
- Who's where?
Hello? Castle...
He's here.
Who?
Castle?
Hello?
I saw his eyes. It was a demon.
Or someone with night-vision goggles.
Beckett, how much proof do you need
before you finally accept the fact
that your husband has
been marked for death!
Okay, if you were marked for death,
then the demon would've killed you.
Instead, you were knocked
out by a very human attacker
who managed to run off with your...
w-whatever dagger.
- Angel Dagger!
- Angel Angel Dagger.
Angel Dagger.
It's something only a demon would want.
Look, if that's true,
then why did the demon
ransack your safe?
Hello?
To look for other items
with supernatural abilities. Is it...
- What?
- Hey, Castle.
How you doing, buddy?
Well, boys,
I looked into the eyes of the devil,
so there's that.
Did they check him for a concussion?
Uh, no. He's fine.
He's just a little shaken.
You guys got anything on the canvass?
Yeah,
a bouncer who was working at a club
across the alley from where
Shaw's stabbing took place
saw a gray Explorer
tear ass out of there.
All right, did you get the plates?
Nope, and we don't need them.
Turns out there's only
one person in this case
who has a gray Explorer.
Oh, yeah? Well,
a lot of people have that kind of SUV.
Yes, but not a lot of people
have the murder weapon in their garage.
See,
we got a search warrant for your place,
and, uh, we found your garden claw.
Oh. So, that explains
the claw-shaped wound on Shaw's body.
See, Castle?
No demon.
Yeah, then, uh, why was there sulfur,
i.e. brimstone, found in Shaw's body.
Our labs did an analysis
of the murder weapon,
and not only did they find
traces of Shaw's blood on it,
but they also found particles of
sulfuric gardening fertilizer,
which matches the sulfur
we found in the wound.
Anything else?
I was just trying
to talk some sense into him,
but Shaw just started rambling
about his mission to vanquish evil.
He was the true evil.
If all you wanted to do was talk,
then why did you bring
the murder weapon?
I keep tools for my
flower shop in my SUV.
And, I don't know,
he just started going on and on,
and I grabbed the claw.
20 years ago, that man ruined my family,
and I couldn't let him do
it all over again to us.
Mrs. Kramer, why did you break into
your husband's old office last night?
What are you talking about?
There's no reason to lie now.
We know you took the Angel Dagger.
I was home all night with my son.
If she wasn't the one who attacked me,
who the hell did?
Yo, any evidence to help identify
Castle's demonic assailant?
No, but, Rick, whoever attacked you
also took all of the files
on the Crowne family.
That sneaky little devil.
It's Victor Crowne. He did this.
How do you figure?
Well, clearly he's trying to
take possession of any weapon
that could be used against him
and erase any and all evidence
of his true identity
as the spawn of Satan.
We already looked into Victor Crowne.
He was out celebrating all night
at a club for his 30th birthday.
Okay,
who else is gonna go to such lengths?
Well, we don't know,
but they left a souvenir.
This was not in the original inventory
of the safe's contents.
Yo, that's Oscar Von Eckland's bracelet.
Why would he want the Angel Dagger?
Because he was in on it the whole time.
Do you remember the distorted image
of Shaw's mystery visitor
at the psychiatric facility?
Well, Vikram was able to clean it up.
He said he didn't believe
in all this religious stuff.
He lied,
and you all know what that means.
That he's insane.
No, unlike Shaw,
he has all his faculties,
but Oscar, like his father before him,
is a true believer.
He's gonna pick up where
his old man left off...
- Complete the mission.
- Kill the Antichrist.
Oscar's gonna assassinate Victor Crowne.
Hey, Rollins, lock down the building
- and secure Victor Crowne.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?
- Your boss is in danger.
- Have you seen this man?
That's the notary who just
showed up with legal documents
for Mr. Crowne to sign.
Did you give him access to Mr. Crowne?
Yes, but not without an escort.
Varella, come in.
Varella, what's your 20?
- Where did they go?
- Basement.
We're about to start a major renovation.
Mr. Crowne's down there
alone walking the site.
All right, let's split up.
You two go that way, we'll go this way.
Got it.
- Somebody's down.
- Yeah.
He's still alive.
All right, Castle,
drag him upstairs to safety, all right?
- Yeah. Wait... me?
- Yeah.
- By myself?
- Yes!
Okay.
Guys?
Sorry.
Te expello, daemon vilis,
in abyssum profundissimum Tartari!
Oscar! Oscar.
Castle! Do something.
Don't do it.
He is the beast.
The lawless one.
The son of perdition.
All bad things.
But thou shalt not kill, remember?
He isn't human, so it's not murder.
Good luck selling that
in a court of law.
Enough!
I have to stop the end of days.
I promised my father.
No! Don't! No!
What have you done?!
If I have to kill you first, I will!
Oscar, look out!
- Castle!
- Castle, where are you?!
Over here!
- You okay?
- Yeah, you?
- Yeah.
- Good.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm still good. You?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Now that we know you're all okay,
can someone untie me?
Right. Sorry.
We're lucky those pipes
fell when they did, huh?
Yeah. Lucky.
Thank you for saving me.
Just to be clear,
you really aren't the Antichrist, right?
Ahh, I love your sense of humor.
You saved my life.
That means I owe you.
So, whatever you want, just ask.
It's yours. Okay?
Okay.
Did I just literally...
make a deal with the Devil?
So, Oscar's on his way to Peakmore
for a full psych evaluation.
Okay, well,
let's hope they can help him.
I wouldn't hold my breath.
They didn't do so great with Shaw.
Hey, boss.
What's your husband doing?
Castle, this is getting out of hand.
I'm... still marked for death.
Oh, well,
you'd think that saving the Antichrist
would actually give you a pass.
You know, you mock,
but you're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're not going anywhere.
How can you be so sure?
Take off your jacket.
I really don't think this is the time...
Take off your jacket.
Okay, now take another selfie.
How...
The zipper on your chest pocket.
It was catching the light,
causing a flare.
I'm not marked for death.
You sound disappointed there.
Are you kidding? I'm thrilled.
Let's celebrate.
Naked Twister.
Actually, I had something else in mind.
We really could've done
movie night at my place.
No, no. We need to get rid of
some of the bad vibes in here.
So, what are we watching... Rom-com?
Action-comedy?
Horror!
- You're kidding.
- No.
Oh, come on.
We just survived the ax man.
A little Freddy-Jason
action will be cathartic.
All right, but if I can't sleep tonight,
I'm kicking your ass in the morning.
In your dreams.
- Hayley?
- Hmm?
Run.
Yep.
That was genius.
Now can we play naked Twister?
No sign of it letting up.
Just gonna have to be late.
Frankly,
I'm in no rush to leave this party...
Thanks to your father's excellent taste
in Scotch and daughters.
- Oh, the man knows his stuff.
- Mm.
Ohhh. Blackout. Come on.
Must be from the storm.
Hold on. I know my dad keeps
a flashlight here somewhere.
Did you hear that?
Is someone trying to break in?
Finis omnium nunc est.
So, the power is out,
the phones are down.
You know what that means?
No late-night calls from work
to interrupt our game of naked Twister.
What, why are you still dressed?
I've got to go to the precinct.
What? Now?!
T-There's nothing more
romantic than a blackout.
Yeah, and nothing more deadly.
You know as well as I do that
as soon as the lights go out,
bad things happen.
What the hell's that?
The panic signal from the P.I. office.
I had it set up for when
Alexis is there by herself.
No service.
This is Captain Beckett to Central.
Alexis?
What happened? Are you all right?
Yeah. That guy broke in with an ax,
yelling something in Latin.
Then he just dropped dead.
What did he say?
I don't know. It all happened so fast.
Is that what he broke in with?
Yep. Talk about crashing a party.
Turns out it's the fire ax
from the downstairs lobby.
So our intruder must've
grabbed it on his way up.
But why? I mean, there's easier ways
to break into this office.
Yeah, and more silent.
He certainly wasn't planning
on sneaking up on anyone.
You get an ID on the guy?
No. No wallet, and your, uh,
portable fingerprint
thingumajiggy is down
due to weather.
He bled to death from
a wound in his left side.
My guess is whatever he was stabbed with
punctured his subclavian artery.
After that,
he would've had about 30 minutes
to an hour, tops.
Well, he came in here
with this around 9:00 p.m.
He keeled over shortly thereafter.
So he must've been stabbed
between 8:00 and 8:30.
There's a...
There's a hospital bracelet.
Our intruder's name is G. Shaw,
and he was a patient at...
Peakmore Psychiatric Facility.
Yikes.
You know it?
It's a psychiatric hospital
for the criminally insane.
Our ax-wielding psycho is
an escaped mental patient.
Back-up generator's not working so well.
Yeah, place like this you'd
think would be state of the art.
We're here about an escaped inmate
just tried to kill
two people with an ax.
Um... wait here.
Yo, I'd try to escape,
too, if I lived here.
Who knows what they're
doing to them back there.
Can't be anything worse than
what we did historically.
Many cultures mistook mental
illness for a sign of sorcery.
Treatments ranged from, well, prayer
to drilling holes in the
skull to release the demons.
Definitely a case of the cure
being worse than the disease.
The Director's coming out now.
Thanks, man.
Detectives, I'm Dr. Brock Martin.
Did you find Gabriel Shaw?
No, he found us,
but not before he was fatally stabbed.
That's terrible.
Gabriel Shaw's been here at
Peakmore for the last 20 years.
What did he do?
He broke into the house of
a man named Warren Crowne,
tried to kill him and his entire family.
Warren Crowne the philanthropist?
I remember the headlines.
Didn't his attacker say he was
some kind of avenging angel?
The archangel Gabriel...
The divine messenger.
Catechism class.
Gabriel Shaw was convinced
that he was on a mission from God
to rid the world of evil.
It was a mission that even 20
years of antipsychotic drugs
and electroshock therapy
could not dissuade him from.
Any idea who might've wanted him dead?
None.
Gabriel's contact with the
outside world was virtually nil.
His room's down here.
Any idea how he might've escaped?
Yes, he, uh, he stole a keycard
from one of our orderlies.
Uh, we realized he was
missing around noon today.
Noon? Why the hell didn't
you call the police before?
We should have. I realize that now.
The man came to my
office wielding an ax.
Which is why I sent out
a group of orderlies
looking for Gabriel.
They searched all day and
came back empty-handed.
- Except...
- Except what?
One of the orderlies
hasn't come back yet.
Uh, Dave Holmby.
I-I-I tried calling him,
but the phones are out.
Have Dave and Gabriel had
any problems in the past?
They've had... issues, yes.
In fact, it was Dave's
keycard that Gabriel stole.
But Dave's been with us a long time.
He's not the type of
person to kill anyone,
if that's what you're thinking.
You sent an orderly out to recapture
a violent, mentally unstable man.
It's possible he was
trying to subdue Gabriel
and things got out of control.
So, Dave stabs Gabriel,
but then loses him in the storm.
Guys, are you hearing that?
Something in here.
Might've told me about
your rodent problem.
We don't have one.
Not usually.
Must've been driven to
higher ground by the storm.
That a bible?
Yeah, but with... drawings...
of demons, page after page of them.
Ryan, Javi, anyone there?
Yeah, Lanie. We're here. Go ahead.
Well, get your ass to the morgue.
I found something disturbing.
Yeah, well,
that seems to be going around.
So, what is so...
Whoa.
Is that blood?
Well, not according to Lanie.
Then... what is it?
Some kind of ink.
Lanie sent samples to the lab,
but one thing that we do know is,
based on the writing,
there's no way that Gabriel
did this to himself.
So, then, someone at the hospital.
Yeah, I called, and they said
that he didn't have any writing on him
when he escaped this morning.
The Roman numerals are bible verses,
and the words are all in Latin.
"Protect me, O Lord,
from the hands of the wicked."
It's a prayer for salvation.
Sounds like he was scared, but of what?
The mysteries don't stop there.
When I conducted the autopsy,
I found that the wound
had been inflicted by some
kind of talon or claw.
Like an animal?
It gets even weirder.
There was a strange
substance inside the wound.
Let me guess... sulfur.
Yeah, how'd you know?
Guys, isn't it obvious?
Latin prayers, a claw, sulfur...
Also known...
as brimstone?
Come on, Castle.
Castle, you don't think that...
Oh, but I do.
We all have our demons.
But Gabriel was killed by his.
S08E21
Hell To Pay
What did I tell you?
I mean, as soon as the lights go out,
bad things happen.
You know, at least the precinct
is on a backup generator,
'cause the rest of the city
is gonna have intermittent power.
Today's gonna be hell.
Well, that's appropriate,
since that's the likely
place our killer is from.
You know, do you think we're
gonna need specialized equipment
to capture this demon murderer,
something exorcism-esque?
There's nothing supernatural
about this case.
Our victim was stabbed with
a brimstone-covered claw,
or gored by a horn, perhaps.
Now, what but a demon could do that?
Look, Ryan and Espo are bringing
in Dave Holmby, our rogue orderly,
and I am sure that they are going to get
a very sane and grounded explanation
as to why he killed Gabriel Shaw.
Seek the truth and thou
shalt be enlightened.
Is that scripture?
From the book of Castle.
Hot damn, that was some storm!
Seriously,
fit for neither man nor beast.
I can only imagine how hard it was
to track down an escaped mental
patient in the middle of it.
Yeah, that was some Sherlock-level
detective work, Dave.
NYPD would be lucky to
have someone like you.
- You know what we should do?
- Hmm?
- Give him an application.
- Ooh, that's a good idea.
Oh.
Ahh, there's that whole murder issue.
Right.
If only you wouldn't have
killed Shaw last night
after you caught him.
Not that I don't sympathize.
I mean, he stole your keycard.
- Yep.
- You probably were gonna get fired.
Wait a minute.
When I left Shaw, he was still alive.
Oh, so you admit to seeing
him after he escaped?
Yeah.
Look, he used to talk about
this church on 87th street.
So I went up there.
There he was, walking out.
I grabbed him,
I tried to drag him into my car, but...
But what?
He knew that I was...
liberating meds from patients
and selling them on the street.
Let me guess.
He told you that if you took him back,
he was gonna rat you out.
I wish he said that.
He promised he was gonna
out me no matter what.
Wait a minute, that sounds like
even more of a motive to stab the guy.
I swear, I let him go.
He was alive at 4:30 yesterday,
and that was the last
time that I saw him.
So, why didn't you go back to Peakmore?
Why were you hiding out at
your girlfriend's apartment?
I wasn't hiding.
I figured Shaw was gonna
get caught sooner or later,
which meant that I was out
of a job no matter what.
So I said screw it.
Might as well take the
rest of the night off and,
you know, spend some time with my girl.
All right,
let's pretend that that's true.
Why now? After 20 years of confinement,
why would Shaw decide to break out?
All I know is in the past few weeks,
he was really amped up.
Why? Something happen to him?
Not something, someone... A visitor.
Who?
I don't know.
But whoever it was really set Shaw off.
I mean, he was already disturbed,
but after this guy came by,
he got even worse.
So, I pulled the police
file and court records
for Shaw's prosecution 20 years ago,
and according to this,
Shaw's attack on the Crowne family
was anything but random.
He was working as a consultant
for a P.I. named Noah Kramer.
What kind of consultant?
Spiritual.
Kramer had been hired to
investigate the Crowne family.
Wait. Why would a P.I.
hire a spiritual consultant
to help investigate a
billionaire philanthropist?
What? What is it?
I know why Shaw came to this office.
20 years ago,
this was Noah Kramer's office.
Ooh, updating the murder board must mean
- Holmby's alibi checked out?
- That it did.
- Yes!
- Really?
Come on. I'm just excited to
get off the whole orderly thing
and on to the trail of the true killer,
which is most likely
a road paved to hell,
because we all know
that's where demons come from.
Well, I will be sure to cross reference
Shaw's visitor against the
list of fallen angels, okay?
Has Esposito gotten
the visitor logs yet?
Well, he's trying, but the power outage
is slowing everything down.
Something wrong?
Look at that.
Yeah, it looks just like a lens flair.
Why?
- There it is again.
- Weird.
That's not...
Hey.
Dad, Hayley and I did some digging,
and 20 years ago,
Gabriel Shaw worked as a consultant
for a P.I. named Noah Kramer
who worked out of your office.
It's possible that Shaw
came there with the ax
looking for Kramer.
Well, it's a nice theory,
but Kramer's long dead.
He was killed in an accident
a year and a half after Shaw
was committed to Peakmore.
What kind of an accident?
He was impaled by a pipe that
fell at a construction site.
Okay. That's horrible.
But still, it's possible that
Shaw was delusional enough
to believe that Kramer was still alive.
Maybe. You know, Kramer's wife and kid
still live in the city.
Perhaps they can shed some
light on Shaw's motives.
Give me an address for them.
Write this down.
Hang on, let me get a pen.
- Gabriel Shaw is dead?
- Mm-hmm.
We just saw him yesterday.
Where?
Well, he came by the house.
He said he was released from Peakmore.
What did he want?
He was looking for stuff he
left with my dad 20 years ago.
What kind of stuff?
I don't know. I didn't ask. We...
We didn't want anything to do with him.
He ruined my dad's life.
Marshall's too young to remember,
but he's well aware of how
Gabriel Shaw ruined our family.
After Shaw attacked the Crownes,
my husband's reputation was destroyed.
Noah was shocked to think
that a man he befriended
could've hidden such... evil.
Noah thought the
work they had done together
was a mistake and thought
it needed to be buried.
So, do you have anything of Shaw's?
Oh, no. No, after my husband died,
I just couldn't bear
going into his office,
so I-I hired a company
to sell off the furniture
and just dump the rest.
I told Shaw all of this before he left.
What time was that?
Around 5:00.
That's still 3.5 hours
before he met his murderer.
Did he mention anything about
where he was going next?
No, but he said something in
Latin before he walked away.
Do you remember what that was?
It could be very important.
Mm.
Finis omnium... I don't know.
Nunc est.
Finis omnium nunc est.
The end is upon us.
I know why Shaw came here
wielding an ax last night.
To commit unholy murder
on two unbelievably exceptional women?
Close, but no.
He was trying to get in there.
The safe?
This was all drywalled over
when I rented the office.
The contractors found it when
I was doing the renovations.
The landlord thought
it had been removed,
but clearly Noah Kramer
walled it up before he died,
intent on burying whatever
he and Shaw were working on.
That's why Shaw grabbed the ax...
To try and break into the safe.
- So, what's inside?
- I don't know.
Wait a minute. You've never opened...
Why the hell not?
Schrodinger's cat.
Oh, God. Is this another one of his...
- Mm-hmm.
- Great!
No, no. It's... look.
If I opened it,
I was bound to be disappointed
with whatever was inside.
If I never opened it,
literally anything I
imagine could be in there.
So, you chose fantasy over reality?
Well, duh.
But we're going to open it now, right?
Well, duh.
When an ax-wielding psychopath
is killed by a demon trying
to get inside, clearly,
whatever's in there is worth seeing.
If only...
I knew someone who could crack a safe?
It's a Jefferson Titanium 500 vault.
Meaning?
I need 28 minutes and
a chocolate milkshake.
You're kidding.
- Chocolate milkshake.
- Chocolate milkshake.
Chocolate milkshake.
- Captain.
- Yeah?
According to Peakmore's visitor's logs,
the person who came to see
Shaw was named Dennis Wormwood.
Oh, good. Any luck finding him?
No, because it's a fake name.
Okay, well,
Peakmore must have security videos,
so pull the feed, see if you can ID him.
I did.
Check this out.
Oh, that's strange.
Creepy is more like it.
So, do you think Castle's right...
No, no, no, no.
Don't even add fuel to that fire.
Whoever gave the fake name
must've sabotaged the videos
in order to keep that visit a secret,
which makes him look even
more like our killer.
All right, I'll keep digging.
Is this... this is... This is loud.
I'm gonna...
Got it.
Okay, it's your last chance
to let your imagination run wild.
- I'm good.
- Eh, maybe we shouldn't.
Given the whole Satanic,
escaped-mental-patient angle?
Alexis,
we can't let fear control our actions.
Care to rethink that?
Here we go.
What is it all?
Looks like research.
Into what?
The end of days.
Which, according to this,
is two days from now.
Man, I hate walls of crazy.
What if it's not crazy?
Shaw believed the apocalypse
starts in two days.
Then why did Shaw want to
get back inside of here?
What was he after?
Yeah. It's a good question.
It's insane to think that
this has all been sitting
right next to us all this time.
It's twisted.
Looks like they were following this boy,
Victor Crowne.
Wait, Crowne. That was the family
that Shaw tried to murder 20 years ago.
Yeah, I looked into them.
Warren and Alice Crowne
were the parents.
They had a nine-year-old
boy named Victor.
What's worse,
after surviving Shaw's attacks,
they were killed in a
freak skiing avalanche
and Victor became an orphan.
Poor kid.
Well, yes and no.
They were billionaires.
Victor stood to inherit
the entire fortune.
Are you kidding me?
Guys, tell me you're seeing this.
A targeted orphan standing
to inherit an empire
in the center of a
religious Armageddon plot?
Hello!
It's "The Omen"!
Shaw believed that Victor
Crowne was the Antichrist.
The A... as in...
As in the personification of the devil.
Yes, dear. Yes. It...
That's why Shaw went after the Crownes.
He was going after their son.
Except that was a film.
Please don't tell me
you are Googling the
Antichrist right now.
I'm looking into Victor Crowne.
He still lives here in New York.
If Shaw believed that Victor
was some sort of devil,
maybe that's why he escaped
from that institution...
So that he could finish his mission.
According to this article, in two days,
Victor Crowne turns 30
and will gain full control
over his parents' empire.
That's it.
Jesus began his ministry when he was 30.
Many people believe that the Antichrist
will begin his reign on
Earth at the same age.
And that once his ascension has started,
it cannot be stopped.
Guys,
what if Victor Crowne is the Antichrist
and Shaw isn't crazy?
No, Rick. He was very crazy.
Remember... He tried to kill a child.
You know,
we still haven't accounted for
all of Shaw's time after he escaped.
If he's still obsessed
with killing Victor,
there's a chance he took
a run at him last night.
Except Victor is a full-grown man now,
able to defend himself.
And if Victor stabbed
Shaw in self-defense,
he might be too afraid to come forward.
We need to talk to this guy.
Come on. Half the city is blacked out,
but this place is lit up
like a Christmas tree?
The lights probably run on generators.
Sure.
Thermoelectric generator
fueled by the flames of Hell.
Check this out, you guys. Look at this.
Billionaire entrepreneur hell-bent on
"saving the world"
with his water reclamation project?
I'm sure.
Castle, by all accounts,
Victor Crowne has helped
millions of impoverished people
by providing them with
clean drinking water.
Or is he infecting us with it?
Ow!
Gentlemen, follow me this way, please.
You stole this from the
safe to protect yourself?!
Castle!
What?! You guys have guns.
The NYPD.
And Richard Castle in the flesh.
I'm fans of you all.
Yikes! You got a shock.
Don't you hate when that happens?
So, how can I help you fine gentlemen?
Mr. Crowne, we just have some
questions about this man.
I take it you recognize him.
Gabriel Shaw. Hard face to forget.
Have you seen him recently?
Okay, what's this all about?
Shaw is dead.
He escaped from Peakmore
yesterday afternoon
and was killed later that evening.
You seem pleased.
The man attacked my family, Mr. Castle.
Don't expect me to shed
a tear over his demise.
20 years, this face has haunted me.
How's that?
Days after his attack,
my parents and I left the city.
My parents perished in a
freak accident on that trip.
You blame Shaw for their deaths.
He set those events in motion.
That man forever cursed my life.
But I've turned my pain into a blessing.
Channeled all that negative energy
into a plan for something good...
a better world.
My clean-water initiative.
We're launching a global
network of offices
in just a couple of days.
On your 30th birthday.
As it so happens, yes.
Well, I hate to have to ask you this,
Mr. Crowne,
but where were you last night?
Here. Working.
Rollins can provide you
with surveillance tapes
if you'd like to verify that.
We're done here.
Gentlemen.
What is that...
Something smells like...
Sulfur.
We had an accident during
a demonstration yesterday.
I'm still working out the kinks.
Detectives.
I burned those copies of
our surveillance tapes.
Thank you.
Thanks, Rollins.
Every floor for the last 48 hours.
Thanks, Rollins. Really appreciate it.
You're welcome.
- Castle?
- Geez!
What's with you?
I-I'm... I'm marked for death.
What?
I'm marked for death.
Bro, you have to stop
watching these horror films.
That same slash of light
appeared in the crime-scene photos,
okay?
In the exact same place...
Right across my neck.
Now it's showing up
again in the video feed?
That's live feed!
That cannot be manipulated!
Castle, all this stuff about
omens and the Antichrist...
You being marked for death...
It's all in your head.
Guys... Look out!
You were saying?!
It was a frayed cable.
Yes. Yes, I agree.
If by frayed cable, you mean Satan.
Look, Castle,
don't take this the wrong way,
but you're starting to sound crazy.
And not your usual crazy,
I mean, next-level nutter.
Beckett, listen to me.
I looked into the cold,
soulless eyes of Victor Crowne,
and let me tell you what I saw...
Evil.
Well,
I looked into the surveillance tapes
from Victor Crowne's building,
and let me tell you what I saw...
Victor Crowne working all night.
He never left the building, Castle.
He's not our killer.
He's not gonna be bound by earthly laws,
Beckett.
That's Demon 101.
Yo, Cap.
We're still not having any luck
figuring out where Shaw was
during that time-of-death window.
Well, someone must've seen him,
so why don't we get unis to re-canvass?
- All right.
- Yo, I just got a call from Lanie.
Uh, do you remember the biblical verses
painted all over our Vic's body?
Well, the lab ran an analysis,
and the results are... odd.
It's a paste made from a mixture
of olive oil, cassia, cinnamon,
cymbopogon, and myrrh.
Cymbopogon and myrrh?
I've seen this somewhere before.
I swear it.
- Go.
- All right.
Hey, guys.
Hey, Dad.
You wouldn't believe some of
the stuff we're finding in here.
Did you find a recipe?
For what? Antichrist cookies?
No, of course not.
But, actually, I don't even know.
All I know is I saw a letter
in here that had a recipe on it
with olive oil, cassia,
cinnamon, cymbopogon, and myrrh.
Wait, wait, wait a minute.
Why does that sound so familiar?
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Uh...
Yeah, here it is. Uh-huh.
It's addressed to Gabriel
Shaw from a Karl Von Eckland.
Now the letter goes on and on
and on about anointing oil.
It was used in ancient times
to prepare the righteous
for battle against demons,
and the ingredients include
cymbopogon and myrrh.
Okay, now listen to this part.
"Find me when it's your
turn to answer the call.
I will prepare you for
your battle against evil."
And who's the guy who wrote that?
Karl Von Eckland.
We really need to talk to this guy.
Well, um, he's dead.
So, unless you have a Ouija board
somewhere around here,
it might be a bit of a challenge.
How did he die?
Looks like he had a fatal heart attack
on December 13, 1996.
Ooh. That is just one month
after this letter was written.
And a week after Gabriel
Shaw was sent to Peakmore.
Wait a minute.
If Shaw was institutionalized,
it's possible he didn't know
Karl Von Eckland was dead.
Which means after he broke out,
he probably went to
Von Eckland's apartment
to get prepared for his
supposed demonic battle.
Ryan, who lives in Von
Eckland's apartment now?
His son, Oscar.
Looks like he moved in
after his father died.
Nice place.
It's very, uh... eclectic.
Yeah, it's creepy as all hell,
but it's my dad's old stuff.
Never had the heart to
get rid of any of it.
So, you didn't follow
in your father's religious footsteps?
Hell, no.
It's all mumbo jumbo.
20 bucks?
Hey, a man's got to eat, right?
So, I make a little money on the side.
You know,
selling blessed crap to suckers.
Yeah, blessed candles, blessed crosses.
Can I interest you in
a blessed bracelet?
No, but, uh,
we are interested in this man.
Was he here last night?
Yeah. Around 6:00.
Gabriel something?
Was looking for my old man.
He wanted your father to anoint him
with the oil for spiritual battle.
How do you know that?
Did you anoint him, Oscar?
For 50 bucks, hell yeah, I did.
What? He was desperate,
so I grabbed one of Pop's old books,
and I whipped up a batch
of the anointing oil,
and I, uh,
wrote some bible verses on him.
It gave him great peace.
Well,
that peace didn't last. The man's dead.
Really? What happened to him?
He was murdered...
by the spawn of Satan.
- Is he serious?
- Very.
So, Oscar, did Gabriel Shaw
tell you whether he was meeting anyone?
Did he say where he was going?
No, just thanked me and left.
- What time did he leave?
- A little after 7:30.
That's 30 minutes
before Shaw was stabbed.
Guys, we're getting close.
Okay, so good and bad news.
The good news is we found
surveillance footage
of Shaw in Oscar's neighborhood
and we were able to track him
back to the location
where he was stabbed.
You have video of Gabriel Shaw's murder?
Well, yeah. Uh, sort of.
Oh. This is where the bad news comes in.
It appears that due to the thunderstorm,
none of the cameras are
functioning properly.
What does that mean?
It... Uh...
It's just gonna be sort of... odd.
Like odd odd? Or work of the Devil odd?
No, just odd odd, Castle, all right?
- Go ahead.
- Okay.
That... is a demon.
You guys, you did it.
You have video of Gabriel Shaw
killed by something not of this world.
All right, Castle. Easy.
Look, guys, I-I know it's late,
but I need you to go
down to that loading dock
and see what you can find, please.
Yeah.
Thank you.
I'm gonna go pack up.
And, um... Castle?
It's just a glitch.
"And the beast shall rise
and appear as astute and miraculous...
The leader who comes into power
on a platform of prosperity and peace."
Or, in a nutshell,
Victor Crowne.
Geez!
Gotcha.
Not funny, Beckett!
I am being targeted by dark forces.
I'm serious. I can feel it.
Okay, fine.
Can you just feel it in the morning?
'Cause it's late. Let's go to bed.
Yeah, just give me a few minutes.
All right.
- Boo!
- Geez!
You're so easy!
The Angel Dagger.
Where have I seen...
Hey, Beckett.
Hey, where are you?
I'm at the office.
I figured out why Shaw broke in here.
- Really?
- Yeah.
He was looking for a weapon.
It's the only thing that
can kill the Antichrist.
It's called the Angel Dagger.
Castle, would you please just...
Beckett, I am serious.
I-I found references to it on
the Internet, and it was here.
It's been in the safe the whole time.
I-It's a blade that was hidden in a...
- Who's there?
- Who's where?
Hello? Castle...
He's here.
Who?
Castle?
Hello?
I saw his eyes. It was a demon.
Or someone with night-vision goggles.
Beckett, how much proof do you need
before you finally accept the fact
that your husband has
been marked for death!
Okay, if you were marked for death,
then the demon would've killed you.
Instead, you were knocked
out by a very human attacker
who managed to run off with your...
w-whatever dagger.
- Angel Dagger!
- Angel Angel Dagger.
Angel Dagger.
It's something only a demon would want.
Look, if that's true,
then why did the demon
ransack your safe?
Hello?
To look for other items
with supernatural abilities. Is it...
- What?
- Hey, Castle.
How you doing, buddy?
Well, boys,
I looked into the eyes of the devil,
so there's that.
Did they check him for a concussion?
Uh, no. He's fine.
He's just a little shaken.
You guys got anything on the canvass?
Yeah,
a bouncer who was working at a club
across the alley from where
Shaw's stabbing took place
saw a gray Explorer
tear ass out of there.
All right, did you get the plates?
Nope, and we don't need them.
Turns out there's only
one person in this case
who has a gray Explorer.
Oh, yeah? Well,
a lot of people have that kind of SUV.
Yes, but not a lot of people
have the murder weapon in their garage.
See,
we got a search warrant for your place,
and, uh, we found your garden claw.
Oh. So, that explains
the claw-shaped wound on Shaw's body.
See, Castle?
No demon.
Yeah, then, uh, why was there sulfur,
i.e. brimstone, found in Shaw's body.
Our labs did an analysis
of the murder weapon,
and not only did they find
traces of Shaw's blood on it,
but they also found particles of
sulfuric gardening fertilizer,
which matches the sulfur
we found in the wound.
Anything else?
I was just trying
to talk some sense into him,
but Shaw just started rambling
about his mission to vanquish evil.
He was the true evil.
If all you wanted to do was talk,
then why did you bring
the murder weapon?
I keep tools for my
flower shop in my SUV.
And, I don't know,
he just started going on and on,
and I grabbed the claw.
20 years ago, that man ruined my family,
and I couldn't let him do
it all over again to us.
Mrs. Kramer, why did you break into
your husband's old office last night?
What are you talking about?
There's no reason to lie now.
We know you took the Angel Dagger.
I was home all night with my son.
If she wasn't the one who attacked me,
who the hell did?
Yo, any evidence to help identify
Castle's demonic assailant?
No, but, Rick, whoever attacked you
also took all of the files
on the Crowne family.
That sneaky little devil.
It's Victor Crowne. He did this.
How do you figure?
Well, clearly he's trying to
take possession of any weapon
that could be used against him
and erase any and all evidence
of his true identity
as the spawn of Satan.
We already looked into Victor Crowne.
He was out celebrating all night
at a club for his 30th birthday.
Okay,
who else is gonna go to such lengths?
Well, we don't know,
but they left a souvenir.
This was not in the original inventory
of the safe's contents.
Yo, that's Oscar Von Eckland's bracelet.
Why would he want the Angel Dagger?
Because he was in on it the whole time.
Do you remember the distorted image
of Shaw's mystery visitor
at the psychiatric facility?
Well, Vikram was able to clean it up.
He said he didn't believe
in all this religious stuff.
He lied,
and you all know what that means.
That he's insane.
No, unlike Shaw,
he has all his faculties,
but Oscar, like his father before him,
is a true believer.
He's gonna pick up where
his old man left off...
- Complete the mission.
- Kill the Antichrist.
Oscar's gonna assassinate Victor Crowne.
Hey, Rollins, lock down the building
- and secure Victor Crowne.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?
- Your boss is in danger.
- Have you seen this man?
That's the notary who just
showed up with legal documents
for Mr. Crowne to sign.
Did you give him access to Mr. Crowne?
Yes, but not without an escort.
Varella, come in.
Varella, what's your 20?
- Where did they go?
- Basement.
We're about to start a major renovation.
Mr. Crowne's down there
alone walking the site.
All right, let's split up.
You two go that way, we'll go this way.
Got it.
- Somebody's down.
- Yeah.
He's still alive.
All right, Castle,
drag him upstairs to safety, all right?
- Yeah. Wait... me?
- Yeah.
- By myself?
- Yes!
Okay.
Guys?
Sorry.
Te expello, daemon vilis,
in abyssum profundissimum Tartari!
Oscar! Oscar.
Castle! Do something.
Don't do it.
He is the beast.
The lawless one.
The son of perdition.
All bad things.
But thou shalt not kill, remember?
He isn't human, so it's not murder.
Good luck selling that
in a court of law.
Enough!
I have to stop the end of days.
I promised my father.
No! Don't! No!
What have you done?!
If I have to kill you first, I will!
Oscar, look out!
- Castle!
- Castle, where are you?!
Over here!
- You okay?
- Yeah, you?
- Yeah.
- Good.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm still good. You?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Now that we know you're all okay,
can someone untie me?
Right. Sorry.
We're lucky those pipes
fell when they did, huh?
Yeah. Lucky.
Thank you for saving me.
Just to be clear,
you really aren't the Antichrist, right?
Ahh, I love your sense of humor.
You saved my life.
That means I owe you.
So, whatever you want, just ask.
It's yours. Okay?
Okay.
Did I just literally...
make a deal with the Devil?
So, Oscar's on his way to Peakmore
for a full psych evaluation.
Okay, well,
let's hope they can help him.
I wouldn't hold my breath.
They didn't do so great with Shaw.
Hey, boss.
What's your husband doing?
Castle, this is getting out of hand.
I'm... still marked for death.
Oh, well,
you'd think that saving the Antichrist
would actually give you a pass.
You know, you mock,
but you're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're not going anywhere.
How can you be so sure?
Take off your jacket.
I really don't think this is the time...
Take off your jacket.
Okay, now take another selfie.
How...
The zipper on your chest pocket.
It was catching the light,
causing a flare.
I'm not marked for death.
You sound disappointed there.
Are you kidding? I'm thrilled.
Let's celebrate.
Naked Twister.
Actually, I had something else in mind.
We really could've done
movie night at my place.
No, no. We need to get rid of
some of the bad vibes in here.
So, what are we watching... Rom-com?
Action-comedy?
Horror!
- You're kidding.
- No.
Oh, come on.
We just survived the ax man.
A little Freddy-Jason
action will be cathartic.
All right, but if I can't sleep tonight,
I'm kicking your ass in the morning.
In your dreams.
- Hayley?
- Hmm?
Run.
Yep.
That was genius.
Now can we play naked Twister?