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