I sure could go for something sweet.
Do you want to grab a bite to eat?
Actually, it's not food that I'm craving.
Oh, uh...
What? Is it...
No, no. It's nothing.
No, no. I happen to be an expert on nothing.
And this. This is not nothing.
Okay. Fine.
Um... do you know how you talk in your sleep sometimes?
Oh, yeah.
Well, last night you said a name.
Oh... and not your name I'm assuming.
No.
Well, I wouldn't read anything
into one random utterance.
14 utterances.
And the name was Jordan.
You said it over and over again.
Who's Jordan?
I have no idea.
Is it a woman?
No, it's nothing.
Castle, I know nothing.
Nothing is a dear friend of mine.
And this. This is not nothing.
Yes, it is. Besides...
most of what I say is meaningless.
Why would it be any different when I'm asleep?
We're not done here.
Come on, Castle. Who is Jordan?
I got nothing to hide. There's just nothing to tell.
Then why are you being so defensive?
I'm not.
Okay, fine.
I'll just wait until you're asleep.
And then I'll ask you.
You can't do that.
Come on, Castle. You just said that you had nothing to hide.
Yeah, but interrogating me in my sleep?
Would you stoop that low?
Who says I haven't already?
- Hey, Lanie. - Hey.
Wow. Talk about death by chocolate.
Don't blame it on the chocolate, Castle.
A bullet's what did him in.
So that red stuff's not raspberry sauce?
Afraid not. Exit wound.
So he was shot in the back and then fell in the mixer?
Looks like, but before that,
he may have struggled with his attacker.
Beige fibers—
they were caught on his watchband.
CSU will run an analysis.
Vic's name is Jimmy Whelan. He's the owner of the shop.
He has no record.
And nothing in his bio that points to who did this.
You can rule out dissatisfied customers.
These things are insanely good.
Eww.
You're eating a dead man's cupcake?
There was free samples.
Time of death?
Between 11:30 and 12:00.
Based on what?
All of a sudden, you're an ME?
I thought you liked it when I played doctor.
I, uh, based the time of death on what
the vic's assistant told me.
Right over there.
Okay, Todd, why don't you just run us through what happened?
Jimmy sent me on a delivery at 11:30—
a dozen red velvets to a beauty shop down the way.
And when I came back...
He's a super-nice guy— Jimmy.
Well, is there anyone in his life
who didn't feel that way?
I'm not sure.
The truth is, this is only my second week here.
But he was acting real strange right before I left.
Strange how?
This car... cruised by the shop,
kinda slow.
He got all nervous.
That's when he sent me on my run,
like he wanted to get rid of me.
What kind of car was it?
It was a black '68 Charger R/T.
I know my muscle cars.
Did you see who was driving?
No, but whoever it was parked it around the corner
as I was leaving.
When I got back, the car was gone,
and there was Jimmy.
Well, we'll need a detailed description of that car.
Looks like Jimmy kept a lot of dough around here.
It is a bakery.
Good one.
This briefcase was stashed in his office.
That's $50,000.
Whoa. At $4 a pop,
he would have to sell 12,500 cupcakes.
That seems unlikely.
Todd, what do you know about that money?
Nothing. I swear.
But he's real paranoid about that case.
Twice a week, he'd take it out of the safe
and take it with him down to Staten Island.
- What for? - Just said he had business there.
Well, obviously Jimmy was into more than just baking cupcakes.
So let's look at all the owners
of '68 Chargers in the Metro area.
You got it.
Hey, where's Ryan?
Oh, right.
The appointment at Dr. Rosenberg's office
is in 20 minutes.
It's gonna take us at least 15 to get there,
so we should probably go, right?
Which means you should probably...
Hey, what's the matter?
What if it's my fault?
What if it turns out that there's something wrong with me?
It's nobody's fault, Kev.
We just need to know what's going on.
You want some help?
Nice.
So master baker Jimmy Whelan,
longtime purveyor of caloric yet delicious baked goods,
sponsor of a local kids' softball team,
charter member of the small business roundtable—
but what was he doing with 50 grand in cash,
and why the secret trips to Staten Island?
Sounds like you're not the only one keeping secrets, Castle.
I'm going to ignore that.
That's peculiar.
What's so peculiar about wanting to ignore—
No, no, no, I mean these purchase orders.
They show that Jimmy spent over $70,000
on kitchen equipment.
Like a 20-foot-wide walk-in freezer.
I don't remember seeing that.
That's because there wasn't one.
It wouldn't even fit in his kitchen.
Yo. So I ran '68 Chargers.
There's only a handful of them on the road, but get this.
One of 'em is registered to a Robert S Shannon,
AKA Bobby S.
He's a shot caller
for the Irish mob over in Staten Island.
He's a ruthless son of a bitch, too—
drug trafficking, assaults.
He's suspected of half a dozen murders over in Staten Island.
Wait a minute. Secret trips to Staten Island, all that cash...
What if the cupcake shop is actually a mob front?
Jimmy Whelan the baker
is actually Jimmy Whelan the money launderer.
Bobby S could've had a falling out with him,
could've whacked him.
Maybe, but we're gonna need more
than just his car at the crime scene
to connect him to that murder.
Well, I may have somebody who can help us out with that.
I pulled Jimmy's phone records.
In the last three days, he received numerous calls
from a woman named, um... Sibhan...
Siob—
Siob—Sib—
- Siobhan. - Siobhan?
Yeah, the Irish are notorious for spelling names
in wild and unpronounceable ways.
I don't even see how you get that from—
you're not alone.
Anyway, Siobhan O'Doul,
she runs a bar over in Staten Island.
And according to organized crime,
it's a place where Bobby S does a lot of his business.
Does Siobhan happen to own that bar?
She does, yeah.
Thank you for coming in, Ms. O'Doul.
Anything for New York's finest.
Yeah, especially considering
that a felony charge like obstruction
would cost you your liquor license.
What do you want?
I need some answers about Jimmy Whelan.
Never heard of him.
That's funny considering you made seven phone calls
to him over the last three days.
Oh, Jimmy the baker.
Yeah, I-I'm thinking of ordering some cupcakes.
Yeah, well, you missed your chance. He was killed.
When?
Earlier today.
Do you know anything about it?
No. Why would I?
Well, we think that someone that frequents your bar
was involved.
What can you tell me about Bobby S?
I'm not saying another word.
Give me my phone call. I want my phone call now.
Hey, guys.
Hey, what's up, man?
Sorry I'm late.
How did the, uh, thing go, with the, uh...
You know, do the thing in the thing
and give the thing to the doctor?
Yeah. Uh, it went... fine.
So are your swimmers swimming?
Um, I don't know yet.
Hey, caught a case.
Yeah, yeah, as a matter of fact, we did.
Let me bring you up to speed.
- Hi, guys. - Hey.
Hey, what's up, Jenny?
Kevin, you forgot your lunch.
Thanks, baby.
What would you do without me, huh?
Fenton?
Siobhan?
Fenton.
Hey! What the hell are you doing?
That's my husband.
You're married?
Oh, lady, you can't slap a cop.
You're a cop?
- Ohh! - Ugh!
You liar! You son of a bitch!
How could you? Get off of me! Let go!
I can explain.
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What do you know about this?
Not a thing.
Come on.
Is it possible our Ryan
is involved in something scandalous and tawdry?
Ryan? No way. He doesn't have it in him.
Yeah, but did you see the way
Siobhan gave him that flying lip lock?
They—ooh. Look, Jenny's pissed.
Yeah, well, it's not surprising
when you find out someone you're in a relationship with
is keeping a secret.
I...
Be cool. Here he comes.
Act normal. Act normal.
- I am. This is normal. - I can't—
Damn.
Bobby S.
Are we thinking that this guy
is the one that took out Jimmy Whelan?
Wait. You know Bobby S?
Yeah, we were friends back in the day.
You were friends with this lowlife? How's that?
We used to run in the same crew.
I was undercover for 14 months
before I joined homicide.
You were undercover on Staten Island?
With the Irish mob?
Yeah. So what do we got on Bobby S?
No. Hold on. Hold on.
Just go back for a second, please.
You were undercover?
That's where you and Siobhan used to—
It's complicated.
I love complicated.
How is Siobhan connected to all this?
She knows the vic.
And she knows Bobby S, obviously.
But she's not talking.
Well... maybe she'll talk to me.
So I guess it's not Fenton O'Connell.
It's Kevin. Kevin Ryan.
Well, at least you're Irish.
You didn't lie about that.
I didn't lie about a lot of things.
They said you went into hiding.
Seven years without a word.
Yeah, I know.
You do not know.
Believe me, I didn't want to go.
Spare me.
You didn't even have the guts
to tell me to my face.
Just a note on the dresser.
Siobhan, I know you're angry.
But if you're in trouble,
if you know something about Bobby S killing this guy,
tell me.
Let me help you.
You can go straight to hell,
cop.
Deep cover?
I can't believe he didn't tell me.
Espo, he didn't even tell Jenny.
Yeah, but I'm his best friend. She's just the wife.
Thus proving why there is no Mrs. Esposito.
Hey, it's hard to find a woman for this much man.
So how'd it go?
It didn't.
So, uh,
what do we think Bobby's motive was for killing this guy?
We don't know.
But it seems like the two of them
had a falling out of some sort.
Yeah, you could put it that way.
And you are?
Special Agent Sam Walker, FBI.
I'm Detective Beckett.
This is Detective Ryan and Esposito.
Ryan? Kevin Ryan?
- You've heard of him? - Yeah, of course.
This man got inside the Irish mob with a wire
when no one else could.
You helped put away half the crew in Staten Island.
Too bad the weeds grew back, huh?
They always do.
So what's the FBI's interest in our murder investigation?
Your victim—Jimmy Whelan.
He was my informant.
Jimmy was just running his shop,
trying to get by,
but then when the economy turned,
he borrowed some hard money,
and after that, Bobby S owned him.
So Jimmy was feeding you intel on Bobby's operations.
No, more than that.
He was gonna help us get the crew's bible.
The bible?
I'm guessing we're not talking about the holy book.
No, it was just something the crew called it.
It's a list of transactions and contacts going back years.
You get that bible, you'll take down the whole crew.
So now that Jimmy's gone, you're back to square one.
Pretty much, though we still have Siobhan.
I'm sorry. I don't understand.
She's my informant, too.
What? Siobhan wouldn't snitch.
Maybe not the old Siobhan.
But the truth is, once you left,
she fell on hard times.
The crew drinks at her bar.
They talk to her. They trust her.
Bobby S even keeps an office in the basement.
So when she wanted out, we made an offer.
For what, Witness Protection?
Yeah, if she helps us bring down the crew.
Helping us get the bible, that was gonna be her ticket.
Well, until Bobby S figured out
that Jimmy was a rat
and had him killed.
So that's why she called Jimmy, to warn him?
Yeah.
Jimmy thought he could talk his way out of it.
Of course, he couldn't.
So what happens to Siobhan now?
She goes back in.
She can't.
Not now. I—
It's too dangerous.
She knows the risks.
Agent Walker, if we linked her to Jimmy,
then Bobby S can, too.
Look, Siobhan is free to walk away.
And go where?
You don't just walk away from Bobby S.
Everybody knows that. He's gonna hunt her down.
You have to put her in Witness Protection.
Yeah, for the bible, sure.
But Witness Protection isn't some entitlement program.
Siobhan has to earn it.
Excuse me.
I need to meet with her now.
The feds are hanging her out to dry.
And when Bobby finds out, he'll kill her for sure.
Look, Siobhan,
the main thing is not to panic.
You don't want to do anything that might arouse suspicion.
Just keep your head down for a while. You'll be fine.
No.
You'll be dead.
Look at you, telling the truth.
The cop is right. I'm screwed six ways to Sunday here.
Where does Bobby S keep the bible?
In his bedroom safe.
How was Jimmy gonna get it?
Every Thursday, Bobby S has the guys over to bet on pool.
Jimmy was supposed to do it then.
What about the combination?
Bobby changes it every Friday.
But I know the system he uses.
And Jimmy could get the bible because he was one of the crew,
and he had access to Bobby S's house.
And now we got no one inside.
I'll go in.
I'll get the bible.
Really?
You? How?
You know how close I was to Bobby S back then.
My Fenton O'Connell cover is still good.
Detective, that was seven years ago.
As far as the crew knows,
I bolted when the feds swooped in.
You guys even filed indictments against Fenton O'Connell, right?
Yeah.
How long has law enforcement been after that bible,
15, 20 years, huh?
These guys are drug-dealing parasites.
When are you gonna get another shot to wipe 'em all out?
Look, you want the bible,
we want Bobby S for murder,
Siobhan wants to keep breathing.
Everybody wins.
I can do this.
Let me run this by my ASAC.
What are you doing?
Are you out of your mind?
I was Fenton. I can be him again.
Don't get yourself killed on my account.
Okay. Yeah, you hate me.
I get that, and I deserve it.
But do you want to be put in witness relocation or not?
Yes or no?
Detective...
Were you serious about that offer?
You've been out of it a long time, Detective.
There's a new hierarchy,
and you're going to have to win them over, fast.
Seven years since you were Fenton—
that's a lifetime.
It's not enough to act like him.
You must become him.
I am Fenton O'Connell.
If you're not convincing,
you're dead.
I am Fenton O'Connell.
I don't like this, bro.
You don't have a wire, no locator.
If I did, Bobby S would find 'em.
This is the way it's gotta be, man.
What's the name of Agent Walker's informants
who will vouch for you?
The Mason Brothers, Matt and Tony.
Where'd you do your last stretch?
Elmira for man one.
I can even tell you my cell number.
I know what I'm doing, okay?
What about Siobhan?
Our plan is solid.
I got this.
See you on the other side, partner.
Mm-hmm.
What, this is the welcome I get, huh?
None of you Irish bastards missed me, huh?
Fenton?
Fenton O'Connell?
Hey, Siobhan.
Ugh!
Nice to see you, too, Maggie.
What'd you expect, a parade?
After what you did to Siobhan?
- Unh-unh. - One shot's all you get.
Hey, take your hands off the lady.
Long as she keeps her hands off of me.
Seven years, Fenton?
Where the hell have you been?
Look, you're pissed. I get it.
But we'll work all this... out, maybe a little less publicly.
But first I need to talk to Bobby S.
Oh, that's why you came back, for Bobby?
Let me handle my business,
and then I'll have nothing but time for you.
Ah, you are such a charmer.
But if it's Bobby S you're after,
you're gonna have to go through his number two.
Yeah? Who might that be?
My husband...
Liam.
I'm telling you, man. He's not the Ryan I know.
And I'm not just talking about the haircut and the clothes.
It's like he's a different dude.
That's what he's supposed to be.
He's in character. He's Fenton. That's good.
Yeah, but what if he's not good enough?
After seven years, he's gotta be rusty.
And these Staten Island boys are no joke.
You guys, the best way to help Ryan
is by building a case against Bobby S.
That might be trickier than we thought.
Bobby S's '68 Charger has an electronic E-Z pass,
and records show
the Charger drove to Yonkers
via the George Washington Bridge around 10:00 AM.
It didn't make the return trip till after 2:00 PM.
Jimmy was killed between 11:30 and 12:00.
That puts Bobby in the clear.
How is that possible?
The car that Todd saw outside of the bakery
had to have been Bobby S's.
Maybe he somehow disabled his E-Z pass,
making it appear as though all he did
was go to and from Yonkers.
Okay, yeah, but how do we prove that?
We figure out where he went when he was in Yonkers.
And then we find evidence
that he left during our time-of-death window.
He's trying to build an alibi, and we're gonna tear it down.
Give me your phone.
Why?
Bobby S has an abiding distrust of electronic devices.
Give me your phone.
Whoa. Whoa. What'll the missus think, huh?
Hey, Bobby.
Do I know you?
What the hell? It's me Fenton.
I recall knowing a Fenton O'Connell years ago.
He was like a brother to me.
Real stand-up guy...
Till he cut and ran.
Come on, Bobby.
I got ratted out. You know that.
Me hanging around
woulda just brought more heat down on everyone.
So you made yourself scarce.
In fact, no one's heard from you in... seven years.
Where you been?
Out west.
Been making some moves here and there
until the statute of limitations ran out.
Tell you the truth, Bobby,
I didn't want to come home
till I had something to bring to the table.
Well, friend...
Here's the table.
I heard the feds took down Ben Gideon,
so you might be in need of some product.
I been working with the Mason Brothers out of Chicago.
I've heard of 'em.
It's a stable source, quality stuff.
I can get you whatever you need.
This is me stepping up, Bobby.
So what...
You're the wild rover from the song?
"Returning with gold in great store," is that it?
Or are you a rat?
You know me better than that.
Well...
I said my piece, but I'm not gonna beg, Bobby.
It's up to you, okay?
Oh, yeah, it is.
So...
Should I welcome home the prodigal son,
or should I have Liam put a bullet
in the back of your head?
Oh, just say the word, Bobby.
You think I'm some kind of rat,
that I'm a man without honor?
Then you pull the trigger.
You doubt me, Bobby,
you do it yourself.
Fenton's back.
Welcome home.
Still here.
What can I get you?
A pint of the black stuff.
Glasses in the air.
Luke 15:32.
What the hell kind of a toast is that?
Where'd you find this heathen, Bobby?
Didn't he ever go to Sunday school?
"We should celebrate and rejoice
because..."
"Because your brother here was dead
and has come to life."
Welcome home.
- To Fenton. - Fenton.
Slainte.
What do you think of him?
Doesn't matter what I think. It's up to Bobby S.
Yeah, but do you buy his story
about where he's been for the last seven years?
I don't know, but I'm gonna check it out.
And if he's lying about somethin'?
Then I'll kill the bastard.
So I think I figured out
where Bobby S went in Yonkers.
The raceway.
He pulled out $500 in cash from the ATM there.
Betting on the ponies.
Any security cameras in the parking lot?
Espo's checking right now, but if we can prove
that he left just before our time-of-death window,
then that should help us nail him for the murder.
Oh, no. Thank you. I'm fine.
So do we know how Ryan's doing?
I don't know, and I hate not knowing things.
Okay, look. Uh...
Jordan is not a woman, all right?
Then who is it? Or rather, what is it?
Why does it matter?
Because, Castle, it matters to you.
Why won't you tell me?
Lanie's identified the fibers on Jimmy Whelan.
They are... wool from an Australian sheep.
Ah, perhaps Bobby S had an accomplice—
a cold-blooded, murderous sheep.
- That's it. - Seriously?
No, not that. This. Look.
Look at the jacket he's wearing.
It's leather shearling...
with wool.
- That ties him to the murder. - Not so fast.
There were no cameras in the VIP parking area
of the racetrack.
But it turns out Bobby S had a lucky day.
His 40-to-1 long shot won. Netted him 14 grand.
And wearing the same coat.
The problem is,
he's filling out his W-2G tax forms
at the exact same time that Jimmy got whacked.
Then Bobby S can't be our killer.
So he was being set up.
Someone borrowed Bobby S's car, planted those fibers,
all in an effort to make him look like the killer.
If someone's trying to set Bobby S up,
Ryan needs to know.
You know... it's risky meeting like this.
It better be important.
Bobby S didn't kill Jimmy.
The real killer stole his car and set him up.
Or Bobby ordered the hit
and loaned his car to the killer.
No, bro.
Forensic evidence was purposefully left behind.
It's a frame.
Probably someone in his own crew.
Okay. I'll keep my eyes open.
What good is that gonna do you, hmm?
What good is that gonna do you when something goes down,
I'm not there to back you up?
What you need to do is walk away.
I'll walk away when I'm done.
What's wrong with you?
You got a lot to lose, man. You got Jenny.
You're trying to start a family.
I don't need you to tell me what's at stake here.
Look, man...
I got invited to Bobby S's pool game tonight.
This is it.
This is my shot at getting that bible.
It's not worth it, man.
I'll call you when I get it.
How could Bobby S not be the killer?
I heard him say he thought Jimmy was a rat.
Someone else must've heard that, too.
Someone in the crew?
It has to be, right?
This is bad. You can't go to the pool game tonight.
I have to go.
I won't get another chance.
You won't get another chance.
What's the combination to Bobby S's safe?
Uh...
3-0-4-2-1-7.
How do you know that?
Bobby has me ring up a total on the cash register
on Friday nights.
He bases the combination on that total.
We're gonna get through this.
Oh, come on. You still have this little guy?
Wait.
Um, what his name again?
How could you forget Mr. Whiskers?
You spent over 50 bucks trying to win him for me.
That ring toss was a bitch.
Well, it was worth every penny.
He's seen me through some pretty rough times.
Was any of it real?
What I felt was.
I gotta go.
Big night tonight.
So the canvass at Yonkers raceway
came up with something.
A parking attendant saw Bobby S's black Charger.
Now it returned 30 minutes after the murder.
He only saw it from a distance, but he says the driver
was wearing a baseball cap,
and he walked to the subway stop.
- Okay, let's touch base with the MTA. - Already did.
I cross-referenced all metrocards swiped at that time.
One of 'em was bought with a credit card,
and that credit card belonged to Liam Finch.
That's Bobby S's number two.
It's a coup.
Liam is framing Bobby to get him out of the way.
He wants to take over.
And Ryan walked right in the middle of it.
Worse. He didn't walk in the middle.
He walked in as Bobby S's friend.
That makes him Liam's enemy.
Okay, we have to warn him.
If we call him, we could blow his cover.
If we don't, he could end up dead.
Get the hell outta here.
Since when'd you become such a pool hustler?
Just call me fast Eddie.
Come here.
I went over your numbers. I can live with 'em.
So how soon can you get some of that Chicago crank up here?
I can get you 5 pounds by this weekend.
Come next week,
I can get you however much you want.
Love it.
Take your shot, you lucky bastard.
It's Keane. Says it's urgent.
Yeah, Keane.
Liam, you were right.
We got a rat in the house.
I'll call you back.
He said we got a rat in the house.
Ahh!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
All right, I gotta hit the head.
Tell Stevie to bring my car around front.
Hey, sport. Been looking for you.
Bobby S needs us to take a ride.
Okay. Let me get my phone.
You're not gonna be needing it.
Car's out back. You're driving.
All right. I'll be right back.
Time to go... Fenton.
Ryan's still not answering.
Well, if Bobby S doesn't allow cell phones in his presence,
maybe he and Ryan are still just playing pool.
What did Agent Walker say?
The feds don't know any more than we do about where Ryan is.
Something's not right.
Guys... is Kevin in trouble?
Uh, no.
We're just talking some procedural stuff.
Don't lie to me, Javi. What's going on?
Where's my husband?
Jenny, maybe we should go get a coffee.
So you don't know where he is?
No. But we are going to find him.
And, um, we don't believe that he's in any immediate danger.
Why would he do a thing like this?
Maybe he thinks he has something to prove
'cause of all of our... pregnancy stuff.
You know, I think that there are probably a number of reasons,
but the main one is that he just wants to do the right thing.
I mean, that's who he is, that's why he became a cop,
that's why you fell in love with him.
I just want him to come home.
Hey, Beckett. I need to talk to you.
We going to the docks?
Only two things to do at the docks—
kill someone or go fishing.
Kinda late to be fishing, ain't it?
Yep. All the fishies are asleep.
What now, huh?
You know, I had my suspicions about you
from the moment you walked into Siobhan's bar.
But, no. Everybody said, "Fenton is stand-up."
Everybody vouched for you, even Bobby S.
But you still had your doubts, huh?
That's right.
So I had Keane follow you around today.
You know, I knew that we had a rat amongst us.
But what I didn't figure
was how that rat could hide in plain sight.
- Siobhan? - I'm sorry.
So am I, brother.
Keane followed you over to Siobhan's place.
Yeah, I spoke with one of her neighbors.
Turns out she was picked up by the cops two days ago.
Being an inquisitive lad, Keane broke in to her place.
Tell him what you found, Keane.
I went through her cell phone, Fenton.
Man, she's been talking to the FBI.
After all this time, nothing but a snitch.
A Judas...
With an angel's face.
Now, Fenton, you know me. I'm nothing if not fair.
So I'm gonna give you a fair chance
to prove you knew nothing about this.
Blow her brains out.
Fenton, we're leaving with one or two bodies tonight.
It's up to you.
It's okay. It's not your fault.
Just do it.
I just can't do it, bobby.
I can't shoot her.
However I have no problem shooting you.
Empty. You son of a bitch.
Had to be sure, friend.
And damn. I'm so disappointed in you, Fenton.
Not as disappointed as you're about to be.
My name's not Fenton. It's Kevin Ryan,
and I'm a cop.
What? A cop?
Yeah, and I'm placing the three of you under arrest.
Well, that'll be a hell of a trick,
considering Liam's about to shoot you... and your girlfriend.
Wait a second. Liam, before you do that,
let me ask you a question. Where's your cell phone, huh?
What?
Remember when we tussled back in the hall?
Yeah. I picked your pocket.
And then when you weren't looking,
I dialed my partner and left the line open.
No way.
He heard exactly where we were going.
- Liam. - He's full of crap, Bobby.
- He's bluffing. - Oh, am I?
Why don't we meet my partner, huh?
Yo, Javi, where you at?
Right here, bro.
No, no. He is former Special Forces.
You do not want to draw on him.
Want to meet the rest of my crew?
Hey, Beckett!
You called, Ryan?
Don't let the looks fool you, boys.
You don't want to mess with her, either.
Castle!
Seriously? I didn't... I didn't bring my vest.
Drop your weapons. Now.
I got the best lawyer in New York.
I'm gonna walk.
Not when I hand the feds this.
Snazzy 3-piece suit could only mean one thing...
Ryan is back.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
So where are we with Liam?
Beckett's got him in the box, trying to get him to confess
to Jimmy Whelan's murder.
And Agent Walker called. He said the bible you gave him is gold.
Bobby S and his whole crew are doing down.
And, uh, Javi...
The other day at the diner—
Don't sweat it. That wasn't you talkin', man.
That was Fenton.
Yeah. Thanks.
You guys aren't gonna believe this, but Liam is not our killer.
What are you talking about? It was his metrocard.
He paid for it with his own credit card,
and then he swiped it after he dropped off Bobby S's car.
I know, but his alibi is solid.
He was on Staten Island at that time.
Okay, well, if he has a solid alibi,
the only question that remains is,
who had access to his metrocard?
Maggie...
You know, I pegged you for a lot of things, never a killer.
Yeah, I pegged you for a lot of things, but never a narc.
Actually, see, I'm a homicide detective,
which is why I know that you killed Jimmy the baker.
Jimmy the who?
Oh, god. Are we actually gonna play this game?
It's late. I am tired.
Officers went through your house, and they found your gun.
Same caliber that killed Jimmy.
It's only a matter of time before we get a ballistics match.
So Liam had no idea what his wife was doing?
No, it was all Maggie.
She knew that Liam was too loyal,
and she figured that if she could get Bobby S in prison,
her husband would ascend to the throne.
So really, Lady Maggie was Lady Macbeth,
only she was Irish, not Scottish.
Listen, Kate, about Jordan...
You know what? If, uh, if you don't want to talk about it—
No, I-I-I wanna, but...
What happens if you don't like what you see?
What happens if you don't let me look?
Jordan Motor Company. They made cars from 1916 to 1931.
That's Jordan? That's the big secret, a defunct car company?
Sort of. It goes back to my boarding school days.
My first semester there, I was in danger of flunking out.
I needed an "A" on my term paper.
So you wrote the paper on that car company?
No. Someone else did,
and I paid him $250.
Um, Castle, that happened when you were a kid.
I don't understand why that would change how I see you.
Because it changed how I saw myself.
The teacher read the paper to the entire class
as an example of great writing, and they applauded.
It was the first time I was celebrated ev—for anything,
and... it was a fraud.
I... I was a fraud.
That's when I learned how to write.
I wrote and wrote,
trying to be as great as everyone thought I was...
Trying to earn that applause.
I'm still trying.
You're right, Castle. It does change how I see you.
It makes me like you just a little bit more.
Don't forget Mr. Whiskers.
Oh, so now you remember his name.
Could you give us a second, please?
I was hoping you'd come.
I wanted to say good-bye this time.
"Good-bye" makes me feel like I'll never see you again.
You won't.
Tomorrow you'll be in a new city, have a new name.
You'll get to start over again.
Why'd you do this, risk your life for me?
You know why.
This Kevin Ryan guy,
I wish I would've met him sooner.
I'm sorry, Jenny.
I know it wasn't fair to you.
Just tell me the truth.
Is this part of your life, this undercover part, over?
- Yeah, it is now. - Good.
Because I need to know that you're gonna be here.
A-and I need to know that I can depend on you,
especially after the test results
we got back from the fertility doctor.
- Oh, no. Bad news? - Yeah.
We took all those damn tests for nothing.
I'm already pregnant.
You're pregnant?
You're pregnant.
Let's, uh, let's pop some champagne.
No. No, We-we can't pop any champagne.
Do you know why? Because...
- you're pregnant. - I'm pregnant.
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