You're cooking.
This must be a dream or perhaps
a nightmare.
I choose to take the higher ground
and ignore that.
Breakfast is served.
These are my patented special pancakes
that I make for Alexis.
Well, not so special.
I learned how to prepare it for her this past year.
So the student becomes...
the failed student,
the dropout.
You fed her this? Mother...
you are forever forbidden
from practicing the art of pan-cake-do.
Where did I go wrong?
Where do I begin?
But Alexis isn't even here. Why are you making these?
You miss her.
Ohh.
Well, don't you?
Yes, of course I do.
But Columbia's just a cab ride away.
Oh, she was the center of our lives for so long,
and now she's just... gone?
Right now is just Alexis' time
to make her own way in the world.
But she'll be back.
Like Simba in "The Lion King,"
it's the circle of life.
Oh, darling.
You seem to have adopted
a real zen-like attitude about all this, Castle.
Well, I realized I've been a little overprotective
of Alexis at times.
Okay, constantly.
But since she's left for Columbia,
I've learned to let go.
I've stopped checking her video blog.
I don't ask to meet her boyfriend anymore.
I've come to realize that, like a bird,
Alexis needed to leave the nest.
So I let her fly...
I turned around and I strode away.
That's acceptance.
But wouldn't acceptance be letting her go,
seeing where she flies, and then being okay with it?
Yeah, but I wouldn't be okay with that.
I don't want to see where she goes,
what other birds of prey are out there
and what other nests are...
So is that acceptance or denial?
Well, it was acceptance
till you started applying your fiendish logic.
How about you guys apply some fiendish logic to this?
Meet Hasim Farouk.
Man versus van at 1:00 AM last night.
He was killed instantly.
Knocked right out of his shoes
at the point of impact.
So a hit and run.
Well, that's just the tip of the iceberg.
A witness, homeless guy, said that
the victim emptied his gun at the van
and just stood in the middle of the street shooting
right until it hit him.
Why would he do that?
I don't know.
But he definitely knew his way around guns. Janey.
This is a Sig P-220-S
with a weight compensator,
target sights, and a custom-molded grip
to his hand.
This was a serious shooter.
What else do we know about him?
Well, Hasim Farouk is a Saudi national
living here as a student.
Majoring in what, urban warfare?
Uh, undeclared, actually, up at Columbia.
So what was he doing in Lower Manhattan?
More importantly...
What is Columbia doing
admitting gun-toting lunatics
and are there any more of them?
For the record, I'm not calling to check on Alexis.
I'm just checking my e-mail.
Acceptance.
Have tech search traffic cam footage
for any video of that van,
and let's look into Hasim Farouk's life.
See if he had any enemies.
Well, it looks like he had at least one.
Assault charges were filed against him two days ago
by one Bram Stoker.
Bram Stoker, author of "Dracula," died in 1912?
Uh, if it's him, I'd say he's immortal.
Excuse me. Bram Stoker?
Yeah.
Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD.
And might I say how youthful you look?
Witty. Never heard that before.
I've never heard of anyone named Bram Stoker before
except Bram Stoker.
Apparently, he's a distant relative,
and both my parents are English scholars.
They thought it'd be cute.
It wasn't.
So what is this about?
The late Hasim Farouk.
The late?
He's dead?
Yes, he was murdered the day after you filed
an assault charge against him.
Well, I certainly did not kill him.
I filed those charges to protect myself.
From what?
Hasim was a student of mine.
I'm a TA for a seminar on Joyce.
What was the problem with the two of you?
I didn't think that there was one.
And then three days ago,
he confronts me after class.
Starts accusing me
of being...
overly familiar with some female students.
Said if I didn't stop,
he'd kill me.
For harassing those women?
No, I was not harassing them.
I... I might flirt
with students on occasion.
But believe me, it was never unwelcome.
Ladies are kind of digging on vampires right now.
My name is Bram Stoker.
For once in my life, it's working for me.
Maybe Hasim was jealous.
Were any of those students his girlfriend?
No, I-I don't think he had a girlfriend
or friends at all, for that matter.
Okay, well, I'm gonna need a list of all the girls
that you flirted with.
Look at this building.
Hasim was living large for a college student.
Yeah, add that to the list of things
about this dude that don't add up.
His records say he started as a freshman at 24.
Now who does that?
A late bloomer.
Or a sleeper-cell terrorist.
Think about it.
Saudi national,
he shot up a van with a customized sig.
I'm just saying...
Could be a terrorist.
Look at all this gear.
This guy practically has his own dojo.
And if his black-belt skills didn't get it done,
he always had this. Wow.
That's not all he's got.
Look. Surveillance gear.
State of the art.
Light-years ahead of anything the department has.
Yeah.
Who the hell is this guy?
Look, the guns could fit with terrorism,
but the wiretapping equipment?
Maybe he's a spy.
He's got military training.
It says here he was a commando in the Saudi Special Forces.
But then there's this...
25 grand wired to him every month
from a Swiss bank account.
Whatever he was doing, he was well funded.
What did his fellow students have to say?
Well, I talked to most of the girls
on Bram Stoker's list,
and none of them noticed Hasim in class
or even know who he was.
It's like the guy was invisible.
He was hiding in plain sight.
A foreign agent in deep cover
on some kind of special reconnaissance mission.
So then why would he shoot up a van?
Maybe Jack Bauer was driving.
Yo. Ryan's hunting through traffic cam footage
looking for that van.
In the meantime, things with Hasim
just keeping getting weirder.
Tech went over that surveillance gear.
It looks like he was using it to monitor an active bug
installed in some apartment
about a half a mile from his place.
Whose apartment was it?
According to the lease, it belonged
to this chick... Sara El-Masri.
I called and left a message on her cell phone.
Wait a minute. Sara El-Masri was one of the students
in the Joyce class.
She was one of the girls on Bram Stoker's flirt list.
What did she say about Hasim?
I-I couldn't reach her. I just left a message.
Hey, guys. I got something here you need to see.
Unfortunately, there were
no traffic or security cams near the crime scene.
But we did find this footage,
shot down the street from where Hasim was hit.
That's definitely the van that took him out.
Front end's all crunched up. You can see the bullet holes.
Yeah, now watch this.
Wait. Uh...
Go back to where she ran out.
Zoom in on her face.
That's Sara El-Masri.
She was abducted.
And Hasim died trying to stop it.
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Whoever this is, he abducted a girl
and he killed our victim.
So what do we know about him from the video?
He's a male, late 30s,
no distinguishing scars or tattoos.
But we sent the footage over to the FBI to see if
they can run it through their facial recognition software.
Are they updated on the abduction?
Yes, and they're sending over an agent to liaise.
Meanwhile, we're checking other traffic cams
to see if we can track where that van went
after Sara tried to escape.
Hasim was surveilling her apartment
and he was nearby when she was kidnapped.
But why? What was their relationship?
Well, Sara's roommate's coming in.
Maybe she has an answer.
There were no phone calls between them.
It's looking more like he was stalking her.
Not only did he wiretap her place,
he was also taking two classes that she was in.
Maybe it's like "The Conversation."
I'm sorry. I don't...
Francis Ford Coppola.
- Gene Hackman. Very underrated. - Thank you.
Um, in it, a surveillance expert
overhears a plot against the woman he's bugging.
Maybe Hasim got wind of the kidnapping,
tried to thwart it, and paid with his life.
Ah, that still doesn't explain the guns in his apartment.
True. Gene Hackman did not possess an arsenal.
So it could be that Hasim was in on the kidnapping
and it went sideways.
Or he got cold feet.
All right, dig into his e-mails and phone records.
Let's see who he was in touch with.
On it.
So here's what I've dug up on Sara El-Masri.
She's a sophomore majoring in marine biology.
She was born in Cairo to an uber-wealthy Egyptian family.
So this could've been a kidnapping for ransom.
Where are her parents?
The El-Masris have a place at the Dakota.
They're on their way in now.
I am sick in my heart.
I-I just...
I just want my daughter back.
And we're doing everything that we can
to make that happen, Mr. El-Masri,
along with the FBI.
She's only 20 years old,
a child.
Who did this to her?
Well, so far we know that
at least two people were involved.
The driver and this man.
Does he look familiar to you?
No, not to me. Lina?
No.
I will pay them.
I will pay whatever they ask.
What if that isn't what they want?
You've made enemies, Anwar.
In Egypt, not here. This is about money.
It is... it's always about money.
It's also about this man.
Hasim Farouk... have you ever seen him?
Yeah, I tried to reach Hasim when I learned of this.
Perhaps he can help us I...
Wait. You know him?
Sara would not accept a bodyguard,
so I hired Hasim to watch over her discreetly.
Where is he?
He died trying to protect her.
Now you hired him to guard Sara.
Was she receiving threats?
No.
But a man in my...
position...
I-I begged Sara to be careful,
but she said, "Papa, you... you worry too much."
She thinks like an American now. Tr-trusts like an American.
I will pay anything.
She's my only child.
Please.
Would you excuse us for a moment?
Detective Beckett,
Mr. Castle,
this is Agent Harris.
He'll be running point on the kidnapping.
Good to meet you.
Detective Ryan brought me up to speed on things.
How are the El-Masris?
Scared. Devastated.
Okay, that's good.
It is?
It beats angry or defensive.
They want to be helpful and honest, which is important,
'cause at the end of the day,
it's the accuracy of our information
that can determine whether this ends well or badly.
I'll keep you in the loop.
We'll do the same.
So I got Ryan and Esposito looking into
Sara's movements from last night.
I figure if we can find out
what she was doing in Lower Manhattan,
that could lead us to whoever killed Hasim.
Are you okay?
Oh, yeah. I just...
can't imagine what they're going through right now.
Do you think that this is really about money?
Did a web search on El-Masri.
He's worth over $300 million.
Yeah, but still, who hires an ex-commando
to babysit their daughter?
I've considered it.
And I don't doubt that,
but did you see how he shut her down
when she brought up enemies?
He just doesn't want to believe the worst,
and frankly, I can't blame him.
Hey. So I just interviewed Sara's roommate Amber.
She wasn't any help with Hasim or the kidnapping,
but she did say that Sara went out last night.
Where did she go?
All Amber could remember
is that it was some kind of science thing.
Okay, I found three science-related events
in Lower Manhattan from last night.
First, a sci-fi movie marathon at an art house theater
eight blocks from where Hasim got clocked.
Though, by definition, science fiction
is not science.
It has the word in it.
It's... that's an excellent point.
What are the other two?
Uh, a stargazing tour led by an actual astronomer
and a speech from a scientist named Hayden Posner,
uh, in the ballroom of The Beaumont Hotel.
Dr. Posner... he's an expert on climate change.
Alexis bought me his book, which I still haven't read.
And The Beaumont Hotel would explain why Sara
was in Lower Manhattan.
And she's a marine biology major,
which means she would be interested in climate change.
Let's go.
Yes, I remember her.
A very lovely young woman.
Sara El-Masri. Yes, she definitely attended.
I checked her in myself.
Did you notice anything unusual about her?
No.
After Dr. Posner's presentation, she stayed for the Q&A,
which went rather late, and then she left.
Any idea where she went?
All I know is that she exited the ballroom.
I stayed on to set up for a wedding reception.
Did she speak with anyone?
Just the person she was with.
Who was that?
A young woman.
They sat together. They seemed to be friends.
But I couldn't tell you her name.
Do you think you could describe this woman?
Red hair, uh, pale skin, uh, also very lovely.
Can I... see that for a moment?
It's Alexis. She's on the list.
She was here last night.
Well, maybe she knows her.
Maybe they met at the event.
At the very least, I'm sure she can help us out.
That's her ringtone.
What's that?
Our lost and found.
In fact, a guest turned in a phone last night.
They found it in the street out front.
They took Alexis, too.
Mr. Castle,
we will do everything in our power
to get your daughter back.
I don't want to be handled.
Just let me know where things stand.
Let's start with the facts as we now understand them.
Your daughter attended last night's event
with Sara El-Masri.
Apparently they met in an environmental science class
and became friends.
GPS on her phone shows that it was left outside the hotel
shortly after the event ended.
That plus the fact that no one has seen or heard from her
in the 16 hours since
leads us to conclude that she, too, was forced into the van.
Now why would they take Alexis
if Sara was the target?
She was probably with Sara at the time.
She was a witness.
It would've been easier to take her
than... not.
So you're saying she was
just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
It appears that way.
Do you have any suspects?
We have a name.
Facial recognition
gave us an ID on the man in the video.
Roger Henson.
We know him mainly
as a mid-level narcotics smuggler.
If we know he's out there,
we can get him.
We can initiate a manhunt.
We're already searching for Henson
along with all his known associates.
But he is a career felon.
Finding him won't be easy.
What's a drug smuggler doing involved in a kidnapping?
We're not sure.
But Roger Henson is not a shot caller.
He's a middleman, a hired gun.
He may have been hired to abduct the girls.
What happens now?
We press ahead on multiple fronts
with a focus on Henson.
Locating him could crack the case.
We're also creating contingency plans
for when and if the kidnappers make contact.
If? What do you mean if?
We know that the El-Masris are wealthy,
and you told us Sara was the target.
Mr. El-Masri admitted he had close ties
with the previous regime in Egypt.
As a result, he made some very powerful enemies.
It's possible his daughter's abduction
was motivated by revenge.
Okay, where does that leave my daughter?
I mean, if...
If she wasn't the one they were after
and she's just in the way...
Mr. Castle, you need to stay positive.
Whatever their motives,
the kidnappers will realize she has value.
Now what we need to do next is go to your home
and set up a trap and trace on your phone lines
so we're ready for their call.
I'll wait for you outside.
Gates will see.
I don't care.
I can't believe this is happening.
We're gonna find her, Castle.
We will.
You do whatever you need to do
to get him back his little girl.
Anything you need, Detective.
Thank you, Sir.
How's he doing?
It's Alexis. He's gotta be wrecked.
Hell, I'm wrecked.
Yeah, well, we gotta put all of that aside
and help him find her.
Where are we on the van?
We've been working the traffic cam footage
and we made some headway.
After the van left Lower Manhattan,
we picked it up on East River Drive,
heading towards the Queens Midtown Tunnel.
We gotta figure out where that van went.
Let's bring in some more bodies to review the footage.
We find the van, we'll find Alexis.
You'll let us know if you need anything?
Certainly, Sir.
Oh, mother...
I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.
Richard, this is not your fault.
I don't know. Maybe if I'd just...
No ifs. Do not torture yourself with ifs.
The only people to blame for this
are the ones who took her.
Alexis is her father's daughter.
She is strong and she is smart
and she is going to get through this.
Yeah, I know.
No, no, no. I'm not just saying this.
She's gonna be all right.
I feel it in my heart, and my heart is never wrong.
What about your first marriage?
Well... and your second?
Okay, fine, fine.
Occasionally, my heart is wrong.
But it is not in this case.
I just keep wondering,
how did the kidnappers know
Sara was gonna be at The Beaumont Hotel?
You have Kate Beckett
and the FBI tracking Alexis down.
Just let them do their job.
And they need for you to be here.
Okay.
What do you got?
Our van exited the Queens to Midtown Tunnel...
to Greenpoint.
Took Greenpoint Ave. To McGuinness...
Then went west on Huron.
Then where'd the van go?
Well, we're not sure, but this area right here,
it's pretty much boxed in by Greenpoint Ave...
McGuinness and Franklin.
We check the video feeds from those streets.
The van went into that neighborhood,
but never came out.
The girls have to be somewhere in there...
Along with Henson.
Okay, so how big is our search zone?
20 square blocks.
Okay, coordinate with the feds and Queens PD.
We need to do a street by street search for that van.
Plainclothes and unmarked cars only.
So I'm sitting by the fountain on the South Quad this morning,
sipping my macchiato,
trying to study for a chem quiz,
and I had this...
I guess it was another freshman moment.
I'm sure eventually I'll become jaded and cynical,
but not today.
Today I look around, and I see beautiful buildings,
I see students who are just like me
and nothing like me, and I feel...
overwhelmed... with all the possibilities,
with how lucky I am to be a part of this
and... how there's nowhere on earth I'd rather be right now.
Now stand by for a geek alert.
Me and my friend Sara
got tickets to go see Dr. Posner speak
at The Beaumont tonight.
And for those of you who don't know,
Dr. Posner is one of the foremost thinkers on climate change,
a personal hero of mine,
- and I can't wait to hear... - You see? Are you watching?
Castle,
if the kidnappers knew that Alexis and Sara were friends...
They did know. They had to know.
They tracked Sara to the hotel from this video.
Alexis posted it yesterday afternoon at 2:36.
The kidnappers must have accessed her web site.
Okay, I'm contacting tech right now.
Have them trace every IP address
that accessed that site 2:36 PM.
Which might take time, depending on...
What if she doesn't have time?
Castle, listen to me...
Don't.
Don't promise me you'll find her unless you can do it,
because...
I would never forgive you.
Anymore than I'd ever forgive myself.
Beckett.
We got something.
What's that? Beckett?
What's going on?
Castle, I gotta go.
I'll call you as soon as I find something, okay?
Beckett, wait.
Okay, thanks.
Yeah, I will.
That was LT from the precinct.
He said all he knows is that
they found the van parked since last night.
Well, Beckett will call you as soon as she has some news.
The van's in Greenpoint.
She would've gotten there over an hour ago.
The only reason she wouldn't have called...
Stop it, Richard.
We... we don't know that.
Oh, darling, go to Greenpoint. Go.
Go. I can handle things here.
Hey.
Castle, what are you doing here?
The precinct told me that you found the van.
Why the hell wouldn't you call me?
'Cause we don't know what this is yet.
Castle, please, you don't need to see this, okay?
- What's in the van? - Castle, just please...
What's in the van?
Oh, Lanie. Whose blood is that?
Did someone die in there?
Lanie, did she die in there?
Castle, we don't know, okay?
Not yet. Lanie just got here.
What is Alexis' blood type?
A-positive.
Okay, just give me a minute.
Come on. Let's go over here.
Is it a match?
It's B-negative. It's not from your baby.
Oh, God. Thank you.
I'm right there with you, honey.
I gotta go let Agent Harris know.
So she's safe. She's here somewhere, right?
She's gotta be around here somewhere?
She was.
Castle, there was a blood trail
that led from the van, and it stopped.
We think that the kidnappers changed cars.
Whose van is it?
It was stolen a week ago.
Any fingerprints?
CSU is looking.
We've got uniforms canvassing the area.
Castle, listen, if there is a lead,
we are gonna find it.
Beckett.
I'll be right back. Okay?
Mr. and Mrs. El-Masri, I need to speak to you for a moment.
We're absolutely positive.
We tested the blood twice just to be sure.
The blood, it's not from Sara.
And not Alexis either.
Then there's hope.
Yeah.
I-I regret that your daughter was drawn into this.
What is it exactly they've been drawn into?
I wish I knew.
Sara?
Sara, are you okay?
I think.
Where are we?
I don't know.
Wait. The speech. The hotel.
We left the hotel and then that guy,
he forced us into a van
and... it's all a bit of a blur.
I think we were drugged.
We still have our clothes on.
At least that's a good sign.
This is all my fault.
My parents warned me about this
since they first sent me to boarding school.
They even made me sit through a lecture on kidnapping
from the head of corporate security.
Wait. Why would somebody kidnap you?
My father's crazy rich.
Well, the good news is, is that he'll pay the ransom.
I mean, that's what this must be, right?
Right.
Anyway, my dad will find us.
He works with the police.
I'm sure he's looking for us right now.
So they'll get us out of here?
I wonder what's in there.
Okay, this is creepy.
Clothes, towels?
At least this means they want us alive.
See?
They're taking care of us.
That was Agent Harris.
A witness saw a black Yukon leaving Greenpoint
just after the van arrived.
The kidnappers must have switched over to the Yukon.
They've had a 24-hour head start.
They could be anywhere by now.
Where's CSU on the blood?
Spatter analysis shows that it came from the driver.
He was shot by Hasim.
He would've left prints in the van.
He must be in the system.
No. CSU only found Roger Henson's prints.
There's no other matches.
We must have a lead here somewhere.
Maybe we do. CSU inspected the van.
Found that a bunch of performance tweaks were done to it...
octane booster in the tank,
catalytic converter was bypassed,
the ECU was re-chipped to boost up the horsepower.
Somebody upgraded it to a getaway car.
Not just somebody. A real pro.
Probably our driver.
Okay, look for a wheelman
whose MO is to steal getaway cars and retune them.
Someone with B-negative blood.
Right.
That security guy,
you said he talked to you about kidnapping.
What kind of stuff did he say?
What if no one's looking for us?
What if they don't even realize that we're gone?
Sara, let's focus on the questions we can answer,
build on what we know.
We don't know anything. That's the problem.
We don't know who took us
or for how long we'll be here or even where we are.
Okay. Well, let's figure that out.
Let's figure out where we are.
Hear that?
Space under the floor. So we're not in a basement.
And this is a much older building,
based on how worn the floor is.
And there's the sound.
What sound?
Exactly.
No car honks,
no traffic noise.
Either this room is seriously soundproof
or we're not in New York.
Looks like your hunch paid off.
Douglas Stevens.
He did a nickel as a getaway driver
for a bank robbery.
And guess who did time with him.
None other than Roger Henson.
Do the prison records show his blood type?
B-negative.
Okay, I'm gonna put out an APB.
And alert all hospitals.
With the amount of blood that he lost,
he's gonna need medical treatment.
He might not need a hospital.
Douglas Stevens has a sister who's a nurse.
Guess who called in sick today.
NYPD, open up!
What is this?
What are you people doing here?
We're here for your brother.
Doug? I haven't seen him in weeks.
I don't know where he is.
Yeah, well, we're not gonna take your word for it.
Hey, you can't just barge in here.
Actually, ma'am, we can.
NYPD! Don't move.
Douglas Stevens,
you're under arrest.
The girls that you took, where are they?
Where's your partner... Roger Henson?
Who put the two of you up to this?
I got nothing to say.
Well, then you're gonna go down for all of it.
You were driving the van.
That's murder, two counts of kidnapping.
Do you know how many years you're gonna be in jail for?
It's in the triple digits.
Tell us where the girls are. That's your only hope.
Let me know when my ambulance gets here.
I'd like a minute with him.
I just said I don't want to talk,
so you can't question me.
I have rights.
I'm not gonna say anything without a lawyer.
I'm not a cop.
Then who are you?
You remember the girl with the red hair?
I'm her father.
Please know
I will do whatever it takes to get her back.
Those police outside are my friends.
My daughter's friends, too.
So it's just you and me.
If you touch me, I'll press charges.
I don't care.
- Where are they? - I'm just a driver.
I-I don't know anything.
You know Henson ditched the van for the black Yukon.
So where did he go? Where did he take the girls?
I won't ask you again. Where did he take the girls?
Stop!
The address Stevens gave you is to a farm off Route 301.
That's 60 miles north from here.
Agent Harris and a tactical team are heading to the location.
Already?
They should be arriving at the farm any moment.
And what will they do then?
Whatever's necessary to recover Alexis and her friend.
But I'll let you know the moment I have any news.
Thank you.
Do you want a coffee?
No, thanks. My adrenaline will suffice.
Did you find out who owns the farm?
Nobody.
The property's been tied up in foreclosure since 2009.
It's been sitting empty. It's isolated.
Look, the FBI knows what they're doing.
They're trained in hostage rescue.
Alexis is in the best possible hands.
I'm tapped into State Police dispatch.
The feds are on the scene right now.
That's our SUV.
Okay, sooner or later someone will show up to bring us more food,
and we need to be prepared.
So what did that security guy tell you?
Avoid eye contact with the captor
so they don't perceive you to be a witness.
Good. What else?
Be vulnerable.
Try to let the captor see you as human,
as someone they can relate to.
Try to build up trust, build a relationship.
How are we supposed to build a relationship without eye contact?
That's a good question.
The minute she knows, you'll know.
I just wish that minute was now.
It's all happening too fast and too slow at the same time.
Tell me what happened with Douglas Stevens.
I appealed to his humanity.
I didn't think you had that side to you.
When it comes to the people I love, I do.
Put the food tray under the door.
My name's Alexis. This is Sara.
Put the food tray under the door.
It's kind of cold in here.
Is there any way we could get some more blankets?
What just happened?
That man on the radio, he was speaking Arabic.
He said,"Return to your post. We have visitors."
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
FBI! Hands up!
You know, I still remember...
When Alexis was born, they handed me this...
tiny person, all bundled up.
She just... stared up at me.
And when I looked down at her, this feeling hit me...
Like I'd been struck by lightning.
It was love.
That instant, inexplicable love you can only feel for your child.
In that moment, I knew.
I knew my life had changed forever.
And now it's about to change again.
Gates.
Okay.
The farmhouse was empty.
Alexis and Sara are not there.
You're sure she's not in the cellar or some hidden room somewhere?
We searched top to bottom. They're gone.
We did find these.
Either of 'em belong to Alexis?
Yeah, that one there. That's... that's hers.
What does it mean that her coat's here and she's not?
This must have been a way station
until they moved the girls someplace else.
They've been one step ahead of us this whole time.
These people we're dealing with are sophisticated.
There are web cams outside.
Our approach was streamed to an anonymous IP address.
That same IP accessed your daughter's web site.
And you can't trace it?
It was routed across four continents. We're not optimistic.
What about Roger Henson?
He was shot to death after being tortured at length
by someone who knew what they were doing.
His fingernails were pulled off.
I don't understand.
Henson was working for the kidnappers. Why would they torture him?
I don't know.
Well, then what do you think?
What is your best guess as to what this means for Alexis,
for the girls?
It means getting them back may be a little more complicated.
Were you crying in there?
I thought the running water would cover it up.
We'll be all right, Sara.
I thought this was all about the money.
But these people speak Arabic.
My father is a hated man back in Egypt.
We need to get out of here.
The only way out is through that door, and it's locked.
Hey, are those bobby pins?
There are hopeful signs here, Castle.
They've gone out of their way not to harm the girls.
They want them alive.
That'll give us time to track down whoever's behind this.
How?
Our main suspect is dead,
the only thing Stevens knew was where the farmhouse is, and...
We have no idea who we're looking for.
The FBI is searching the farm for evidence.
They're canvassing the area for witnesses
that might have seen whoever was on the property.
All of which is just another way of saying
that we're back to square one.
Won't be the first time.
We're gonna solve this, Castle. We will find a way.
"We've done it before with less to go on."
You know who told me that?
I did...
In a fit of irrational optimism.
Castle, go see your mom. Get some rest. Come back in the morning.
No one is giving up here.
No, I-I can't. I'm...
Here's a decaf.
It's for the road.
Thank you.
It's been hours now.
My dad taught me how to do this
when he was researching for one of his books.
He actually bought a door for us to practice on.
This was recently?
I was 10.
- Oh, God. - I can do this.
One bobby pin is the torsion wrench,
the other is the lockpick.
I just need to be careful not to apply too much pressure.
Did you just break the hairpin? Because that's the last one.
No. I got it.
Oh, my God.
What's out there?
A hallway. Like in an office building.
I don't see anyone.
What if they catch us, then what?
They want us alive. Just remember that.
Here's the plan... we head down the hall. There has to be a way out.
If it looks like there's two ways,
we split up and double our chances that one of us makes it out.
I think I'm gonna throw up.
You're not going to throw up.
You're going to get out of here.
Okay. Okay.
- Go. - No, no.
We talked about this. Go.
Are you expecting someone to Skype you?
No.
- Alexis. - Daddy?
Oh, my God. I tried to call 9-1-1 but it wouldn't go through.
Baby, are... are you okay? Where are you?
I don't know.
Oh, no. The phone's about to die.
Um, I... we're... we're... we're in some building.
We were locked in a room but we got out.
Where? What building? What's out... what's outside the window?
Nothing. Nothing. I can't see anything. The windows are covered up.
They're coming. They're coming. They found out we're gone.
Baby, get out of there. Get out of there now.
Go! Go!
Can you tell where the call's coming from?
Tracking now.
This can't be right.
Why? What is it?
This says that the call originated from a cell tower in Paris, France.
Help!
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