♪♪♪
THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS, SIR.
Y-YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A WELL-DRESSED LOAN SHARK.
MS. RODGERS, I ASSURE YOU,
THIS IS A VERY COMPETITIVE INTEREST RATE...
OH.
CONSIDERING YOUR FINANCIAL HISTORY.
HOWEVER, IF YOUR SON COSIGNS--
YES. NO, NO, NO, NO.
THIS IS MY LOAN, NOT HIS,
TO PAY FOR REPAIRS TO MY ACTING STUDIO, NOT HIS.
IF YOU WOULD JUST LET ME COSIGN THE LOAN,
OR I COULD JUST GIVE YOU THE MONEY.
RICHARD, I'M A BUSINESSWOMAN NOW.
I DO NOT WANT YOUR MONEY. I DO NOT WANT YOUR SIGNATURE.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
IT'S THE PRINCIPLE.
NO, MS. RODGERS,
IT'S THE INTEREST.
AND I'VE JUST LOST MINE. EXCUSE ME.
I HAVE $1 MILLION... (man) MM-HMM.
INTO THIS NOW, SO... (beeps, phone rings)
(cell phone rings)
(beeps)
WHAT DO YOU WANT, CASTLE?
TELL ME YOU NEED ME.
EXCUSE ME?
I'M STUCK AT A BANK,
HELPING MY MOTHER GET A LOAN FROM MY BANKER.
PLEASE TELL ME THAT THERE'S A MURDER SOMEWHERE
WE COULD BE SOLVING.
UH, SORRY.
THERE'S NO DEAD BODIES, JUST A LOT OF PAPERWORK,
BUT YOU'RE WELCOME TO COME AND DO YOUR SHARE FOR ONCE.
THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN BEING HERE
IS BEING THERE DOING PAPERWORK.
You know, how come we're partners
when I'm chasing down bad guys,
and as soon as there's paperwork,
I'm on a solo mission?
HUH?
What?
I THINK THIS BANK IS ABOUT TO BE ROBBED.
REALLY? ARE YOU THAT BORED?
THERE'S A MAN AND A WOMAN HERE
DRESSED IN SCRUBS,
AND BOTH OF THEM
HAVE SUSPICIOUS BULGES IN THEIR JACKETS.
Castle, I think your writer's imagination
IS GETTING AWAY WITH YOU.
(thunks)
(British accent) EVERYBODY, GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR!
(whispering) IT'S NOT MY IMAGINATION.
IT'S DEFINITELY NOT MY IMAGINATION.
(indistinct shouting)
MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE.
LOOK AT THE FLOOR! DO NOT LOOK AT ME! OH, MY GOD.
CASTLE, WHAT'S HAPPENING?
OH, MY GOD.
ON THE FLOOR! GET DOWN! MOVE! MOVE!
(woman) OKAY, OKAY!
(man) ON THE FLOOR!
WHERE ARE YOU?
(lowered voice) I'M AT THE NEW AMSTERDAM BANK & TRUST ON LEX.
ESPOSITO, THERE'S A 10-30,
NEW AMSTERDAM BANK & TRUST ON LEX.
CALL DISPATCH.
A 10-30? SINCE WHEN ARE WE HANDLING BANK ROBBERY CALLS?
CASTLE'S THERE.
SLIDE UP YOUR CELL PHONES. NOW!
(woman, Israeli accent) CELL PHONES. HURRY UP, NOW. COME ON.
(man) YO, YOU GET THAT ONE? SLIDE THAT UP HERE.
I SAID SLIDE UP YOUR MOBILES!
(woman) MOVE AWAY FROM YOUR STATIONS. SLIDE 'EM UP. COME ON.
What's happening?
I'M HIDING BEHIND A DESK WITH MY MOTHER,
BUT I CAN SEE EVERYTHING.
(man shouts indistinctly)
THEY'RE WEARING DOCTOR SCRUBS.
ONE OF THEM IS EMPTYING THE CASH DRAWERS.
(man) YOU, BANK MANAGER... (man) MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!
OVER HERE! GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR!
ANOTHER ONE IS GOING FOR THE BANK MANAGER.
EVERYBODY, SLIDE UP YOUR MOBILES!
He's getting the manager's key.
(man shouts indistinctly)
HE'S GOING TO THE BACK OF THE BANK.
(shouts indistinctly)
YO, WE GOT SQUAD CARS EN ROUTE.
CASTLE, I NEED YOU TO LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY.
HOW MANY ARE THERE?
THERE ARE THREE. (men shout indistinctly)
(clicks)
(normal voice) MAKE THAT FOUR.
SO YOU'RE THE HERO I'M GONNA MAKE AN EXAMPLE OF.
(object clatters)
SORRY. YOUR FRIEND CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW.
I wouldn't worry about him. I'd worry about yourself.
I'VE GOT SQUAD CARS ON THEIR WAY. You a cop?
YOU CALLED A COP?
NO, I--WE WERE ALREADY ON THE LINE
WHEN YOU GUYS CAME IN.
Listen to me. So far, nobody has been hurt
and nothing has been stolen.
So if you just leave the same way
THAT YOU CAME IN,
YOU CAN JUST DISAPPEAR.
YOU GONNA PROMISE NOT TO COME LOOK FOR ME?
I DON'T LOOK. I HUNT.
AND TRUST ME, YOU DON'T WANT THAT.
So leave now,
and this will just be a quirky little article
IN THE METRO SECTION.
SORRY, SWEETHEART.
I'D RATHER MAKE THE FRONT PAGE. (beep)
(Martha gasps)
LET'S GO.
DR. HOWSER, DR. QUINN,
COPS ARE GONNA BE HERE SOONER THAN WE THOUGHT.
ALL RIGHT. KISS THE FLOOR LIKE THE OTHERS.
COME ON. YOU, TOO. GET DOWN.
DR. HUXTABLE, LET'S GO.
BANK CAMERAS ARE DOWN.
MEMORY DRIVE'S DESTROYED.
(sirens wailing)
COPS!
ALL RIGHT, DOCTORS, WE TRAINED FOR THIS.
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.
LOOKS LIKE WE'RE ALL GONNA GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER
A LOT BETTER.
(wailing continues)
(police radio chatter)
(indistinct conversations)
(man) IN POSITION.
YEAH, YEAH.
COPY THAT. 10-4.
(sirens wailing)
(radio chatter continues)
(man) KEEP THIS AREA CLEAR.
(radio chatter continues)
(guns click)
(radio chatter continues)
(man) I NEED S.W.A.T. ANALYSIS,
SITREP, BUILDING BLUEPRINTS-- FIVE MINUTES.
WHO ARE YOU?
DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT, HOMICIDE.
I'LL BE SURE TO CALL IF SOMEONE DIES.
MEANWHILE, I NEED YOU TO STEP OUTSIDE--
NO, SIR. MY PARTNER IS IN THAT BANK.
WAIT. WE GOT A COP IN THERE?
HE'S A CIVILIAN INVESTIGATOR.
HE AND I WERE ON THE PHONE WHEN THEY TOOK OVER THE BANK.
HE SAID THAT THERE'S FOUR SUSPECTS IN THERE.
THEY'RE DRESSED UP IN DOCTOR SCRUBS.
ANYTHING ELSE YOU CAN TELL ME?
YEAH, I SPOKE WITH ONE OF THE SUSPECTS.
WHAT WAS HIS DEMEANOR?
CALM, ACTUALLY.
VERY CALM.
THANKS FOR THE INTEL.
WE'LL DO EVERYTHING WE CAN TO GET YOUR PARTNER OUT SAFE.
OKAY, SO WHAT'S OUR NEXT MOVE?
WELL, YOUR NEXT MOVE IS TO LEAVE MY COMMAND POST.
(police radio chatter)
YOU WANT TO HELP YOUR PARTNER,
LET ME DO MY JOB.
I NEED A LINE TO THAT BANK.
I WANT TO TALK TO THIS GUY.
(man) YES, SIR.
YOU MISSED YOUR CUE, DETECTIVE.
(police radio chatter)
(Huxtable) ALL RIGHT.
I'M GONNA MAKE THIS REAL SIMPLE.
YOU MOVE...
YOU DIE.
GOT IT?
IS ANYONE HURT?
ALL RIGHT.
STAY RELAXED.
DO AS THEY SAY.
WE'LL GET THROUGH THIS.
THE COPS WILL GET US OUT.
(man) CAN YOU BACK UP JUST A LITTLE?
I WANT TO GET THE CROWD IN THE BACKGROUND.
WHAT'D YOU FIND OUT?
THAT OUR SERVICES AREN'T NEEDED.
(sighs)
(police radio chatter)
ESPO, DO YOU STILL HAVE BUDDIES IN E.S.U.?
OF COURSE.
GOOD. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THEY KNOW.
AND LET'S GET AHOLD OF MAJOR CRIMES,
FIND OUT IF THERE ARE ANY OTHER ROBBERIES
WITH SIMILAR M.O.s.
THE MORE WE KNOW ABOUT THESE GUYS,
THE MORE LEVERAGE WE GOT.
RIGHT.
(man) DETECTIVE BECKETT.
CAPTAIN PETERSON WOULD LIKE A WORD.
(police radio chatter)
(sighs)
TELL ME, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?
I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP OUT, SIR.
WHAT, BY CHARMING THE BANK ROBBER?
WHAT? WE GET HIM ON THE HORN,
BUT BEFORE I CAN GET TWO WORDS OUT,
HE SAYS, AND I QUOTE, "I WILL ONLY TALK
TO THE LADY COP, THE ONE WITH THE BEDROOM VOICE."
YEAH. YOU WANTED IN?
WELL, YOU'RE IN.
NO, SIR.
I DON'T HAVE ANY TRAINING IN HOSTAGE NEGOTIATIONS.
WELL, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO GIVE YOU A SEMINAR,
SO THINK OF IT LIKE THIS-- YOU DO THE OPPOSITE OF
WHATEVER YOUR HOMICIDE TRAINING TELLS YOU, OKAY?
SO DON'T YELL, DON'T BULLY,
DON'T--DON'T THREATEN HIM IN ANY WAY.
IT'S ALL ABOUT KEEPING 'EM CALM.
(indistinct conversations)
DETECTIVE...
YOU UP FOR THIS?
YEAH. YEAH, ABSOLUTELY.
NOW IT'S IMPORTANT TO KEEP HIM TALKING.
YOU GOTTA BUILD RAPPORT.
AS LONG AS HE'S BUSY TALKING, HE'S NOT BUSY HURTING HOSTAGES.
OKAY. OKAY?
MM-HMM.
(rings and beeps)
WHO'S THIS?
THIS IS DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT.
I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU WANTED TO SPEAK WITH ME.
YEAH, I DON'T LIKE THAT OTHER GUY.
YEAH, ME NEITHER.
(lowered voice) YOU SAID TO BUILD A RAPPORT.
(normal voice) SO WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
YOU CAN CALL ME TRAPPER JOHN.
A "M-A-S-H" fan? That's nice.
SO HOW YOU DOIN'?
ANYTHING I CAN DO TO HELP?
OH, KATE, KATE, KATE,
YOU'RE RUNNING THAT IDIOT'S PLAYBOOK, AREN'T YOU?
What did Captain Confidence tell you,
keep me calm,
BUILD RAPPORT, EXTRACT INFORMATION?
HERE'S HOW IT'S GONNA WORK--
YOU LIE TO ME, I KILL HOSTAGES.
YOU JERK ME AROUND,
I kill hostages.
If you storm the bank,
I kill hostages.
AND, KATE...
I'LL START WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND.
(beep)
(police radio chatter)
SEE THAT AREA RIGHT THERE? YOU WANT TO PUSH THAT WAY.
WELL, WE LEARNED ONE THING.
WHAT'S THAT?
HE'S NOT A PUNK WHO JUST WOKE UP
AND DECIDED TO ROB A BANK.
HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING. HE KNOWS OUR PLAYBOOK.
THIS GUY'S A PRO.
S.W.A.T. TAP INTO THE, UH, CAMERAS AT THE BANK YET?
STILL WORKING ON IT, SIR.
ALSO THERE'S A SUSAN CRAIG FROM THE BANK'S MAIN BRANCH
ON LINE FOUR.
SIR, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?
NOTHING.
I'M SORRY?
IT'S NOT A HOMICIDE, DETECTIVE.
IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT MOVING FORWARD
OR DIGGING FOR THE NEXT CLUE.
HERE, SOMETIMES NO MOVE IS THE BEST MOVE.
LET TRAPPER JOHN THINK ABOUT THINGS,
AND THEN WE'LL CALL HIM BACK.
THIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOU KNOW?
HE CALLED THE COPS.
I SAW HIM.
IF IT WASN'T FOR THIS GUY,
THE BANK ROBBERS WOULD'VE COME AND GONE,
WE'D ALL BE OUTTA HERE.
NO. NO, THE COPS WERE COMING ANYWAY.
THE BANK ROBBERS, THEY SCREWED UP.
THEY PULLED THE BOTTOM BILLS FROM THE CASH DRAWER.
WHICH AUTOMATICALLY TRIGGERS THE SILENT ALARM, OKAY?
(Martha) AH. NO ONE'S FAULT.
(Martha) SIMONE,
HOW FAR ALONG ARE YOU?
32 WEEKS.
OH.
HOLDING A PREGNANT WOMAN HOSTAGE?
THEY SHOULD LET YOU GO.
LADY, THEY'RE NOT LETTING HER GO.
THEY'RE NOT LETTING ANY OF US GO.
I'VE SEEN THIS MOVIE BEFORE. I KNOW HOW IT ENDS...
WITH ALL OF US DEAD.
(Martha) OH.
(Castle) HEY. WE ARE NOT GONNA DIE.
WE'RE GONNA BE FINE.
I WORK WITH THE POLICE,
AND MY PARTNER IS GONNA GET US OUT.
(door clatters)
(Trapper John) DR. HUXTABLE.
(Castle) MR. DAVENPORT,
WHAT'S BEHIND THOSE DOORS BACK THERE?
RESTROOM, BREAK ROOMS, SECURITY ROOM,
AND THE SAFETY DEPOSIT BOXES.
I SAW THEM TAKE A KEY FROM AROUND YOUR NECK.
WHAT DOES IT OPEN?
YEAH, THAT'S MY SECURITY KEY FOR THE SAFE DEPOSIT BOXES.
SOMETHING IS GOING ON HERE.
WHY DOES HE KEEP GOING BACK THERE
WHEN THERE'S A VAULT FULL OF CASH UP HERE THAT'S UNTOUCHED?
(Martha) OH, RICHARD.
I KNOW THAT LOOK.
PLEASE. CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT.
SOMETHING WEIRD IS GOING ON HERE.
WE NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IT IS.
AND I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO.
(sighs)
(whispering) DON'T WORRY, MOTHER.
I SAW THIS WORK ON "DIE HARD."
OH, GREAT.
GREAT.
(normal voice) UH, MR. HOWSER.
EXCUSE ME, DR. HOWSER.
YOU GOT A DEATH WISH?
NO, JUST A SMALL BLADDER.
AND, UH, UNFORTUNATELY,
IT LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GONNA BE HERE FOR A WHILE.
SO UNLESS YOU'D LIKE IT MESSY,
NOW MIGHT BE A GOOD TIME
TO START ARRANGING SOME RESTROOM RUNS.
(whispers) THANK YOU.
(exhales deeply)
SO... WHY DOOGIE HOWSER?
I MEAN, THERE'S SO MANY COOL TV DOCTORS YOU COULD PICK--
DR. HOUSE, DR. SHEPHERD, DR. PHIL.
SHUT UP.
(police radio chatter)
ANYTHING?
ALL BAD NEWS.
E.S.U. CAN'T GET EYES OR EARS INSIDE.
THE BANK CAMERAS ARE DISABLED,
AND THE WALLS ARE TOO THICK TO DRILL FROM OUTSIDE.
SO WHAT IF E.S.U. STORMS THE BANK?
THEY'LL BE GOING IN BLIND.
AND IN YOUR EXPERIENCE, IN THIS SCENARIO,
WHAT ARE THE HOSTAGES' CHANCES OF SURVIVAL?
(radio chatter continues)
HEY, UM, I'M SORRY ABOUT BEFORE--
OH, PLEASE.
IT'S-- NO, IT'S THE JOB.
YEAH. ACTUALLY, I'M A FAN.
"A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM,"
YOU PLAYED TITANIA... OH, MY GOODNESS.
IN SHAKESPEARE IN THE PARK.
THAT WAS IN THE '80s.
HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY REMEMBER THAT?
YOU WERE UNFORGETTABLE.
IF I HAVE TO DIE,
I'M GLAD I'M GOING WITH SOMEONE WHO KNOWS MY WORK.
THANK YOU.
(Howser) ALL RIGHT. WHO ELSE NEEDS THE LOO?
I'LL GO.
DID YOU LEARN ANYTHING?
TWO THINGS.
FIRSTLY, THE RESTROOMS HERE AT THE BANK ARE QUITE LOVELY,
EXCEPTING FOR THE LACK OF WINDOWS
OR ANY OTHER MEANS OF ESCAPE.
OH.
SECOND, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY,
I WAS RIGHT.
SOMETHING ODD IS GOING ON.
I SAW TRAPPER JOHN IN THE SAFE DEPOSIT BOX ROOM.
HE PULLED OUT A BOX
AND HE WAS REMOVING LETTERS AND PHOTOS.
AND HE DIDN'T BREAK IN, EITHER. HE USED BOTH KEYS.
WELL, ONE'S MY MANAGER'S KEY.
THE OTHER ONE MUST BE THE OWNER'S KEY.
THIS IS A VERY STRANGE TIME FOR TRAPPER JOHN
TO GET SOMETHING FROM HIS SAFE DEPOSIT BOX.
WELL, I'M ASSUMING THE BOX ISN'T HIS.
THESE GUYS SET OFF THE ALARM ON PURPOSE.
THEY WANTED THIS HOSTAGE STANDOFF.
I MEAN, COME ON. LOOK AT THESE GUYS.
THEY'RE PROFESSIONALS, RIGHT?
THEY KNOW BETTER THAN TO TAKE
THE BOTTOM BILLS FROM THE CASH DRAWER.
BUT WHY?
TIME.
SAFE DEPOSIT BOX KEYS DON'T HAVE NUMBERS ON THEM.
SO IF IT'S NOT HIS KEY,
HE'D HAVE TO TRY EVERY LOCK UNTIL HE GOT TO THE RIGHT BOX,
AND THAT WOULD TAKE TIME. AH.
OKAY, MR. DAVENPORT,
THE--THE BOX HE PULLED
WAS ON THE NORTH WALL.
IT WAS FOUR COLUMNS OVER, THREE BOXES DOWN.
THAT WOULD BE BOX...
120.
OKAY.
WE FIGURE OUT WHOSE BOX THAT IS,
WE CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT THESE PEOPLE ARE REALLY UP TO.
YEAH, WELL, I DON'T THINK
THEY'RE GONNA LET US USE THE COMPUTER.
MAYBE WE WON'T HAVE TO.
MOTHER, THE BRACELET I GAVE YOU FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY.
OH, NO. I LOVE THIS BRACELET.
UH, UH... (sighs)
ALL RIGHT. (clasp clicks)
CAPTAIN, IT'S HIM.
REMEMBER THE STRATEGY.
YEAH.
(beeps)
(police radio chatter)
HEY. HOW'S IT GOING?
SO FAR, SO GOOD.
YEAH, AND HOW ARE THE HOSTAGES?
PRETTY CONCERNED ABOUT THE PREGNANT BANK TELLER SIMONE.
IT'S KIND OF A STRESSFUL SITUATION.
YOU MIGHT WANT TO GET HER OUTTA THERE.
No, no, no, Kate.
YOU GOTTA GIVE BEFORE YOU CAN RECEIVE.
OKAY. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE?
(grunts) A BUS...
WITH TINTED WINDOWS,
THAT'LL TAKE ME, MY PARTNERS, AND MY HOSTAGES
TO TETERBORO AIRPORT.
There, you're gonna have a plane waiting to take us
to the foreign country of my choosing.
Now you do that, I give you the knocked-up bank teller.
Once we land in paradise,
I'll release the rest of the hostages.
AND, KATE...
YOU GOT THREE HOURS.
ALL RIGHT, MONFRIEZ, FIND ME A BUS
WITH TINTED WINDOWS AND GET IT OVER HERE.
WAIT A MINUTE. YOU'RE ACTUALLY GIVING HIM WHAT HE WANTS?
OF COURSE NOT. THE ONLY WAY THAT GUY IS LEAVING THE BUILDING
IS EITHER IN HANDCUFFS OR A BODY BAG.
BUT IF IT COMES TO IT, I CAN USE THAT BUS
TO LURE THE ROBBERS OUT
AND HAVE SNIPERS TAKE 'EM OUT.
(police radio chatter)
WHAT THE...
YOU SEE THAT?
(Peterson) YEAH.
(radio chatter continues)
THAT'S MORSE CODE.
STOP, RICHARD.
(helicopter blades whirring)
CLEAR.
UH, S-D-B-1-2-0,
OVER AND OVER AGAIN. WHAT DO YOU THINK IT MEANS?
SOMEONE'S INITIALS OR A CODE.
SAME DAY BANK. SAVE DECIMAL--
SAVE. WAIT. WAIT. WAIT, SA--
UM, COULD BE, UH... SAFE. SAFE?
S-D-B. SAFE DEPOSIT BOX.
SAFE DEPOSIT BOX 120. THAT'S IT.
REALLY? WHAT WOULD A SAFE DEPOSIT BOX
HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?
I DON'T KNOW, BUT IF CASTLE WENT TO THE TROUBLE
OF SENDING THAT MESSAGE, IT MEANS SOMETHING.
HOW DO YOU KNOW IT'S HIM?
TRUST ME. IT'S HIM.
SAFE DEPOSIT BOX NUMBER 1-2-0
BELONGS TO A MARRIED COUPLE-- AGNES AND GIDEON FIELDS.
ANYTHING SPECIAL ABOUT THE BOX?
NO, JUST THAT BANK RECORDS SHOW THEY BOTH ACCESS IT MONTHLY.
I'LL GET MY TEAM TO CHECK IT OUT.
(Martha) RICHARD...
BE INNOCENT, BE INNOCENT.
YOU'RE INDICATING.
SEE? EVEN A LAYMAN CAN SPOT AN UNINSPIRED PERFORMANCE.
YES, MOTHER.
HEY.
WHEN I WAS COMING BACK,
I-I GOT A GLIMPSE INSIDE THEIR--THEIR DUFFLE BAG.
THERE WERE WHITE BRICKS
WITH WIRES AND TIMERS ATTACHED TO IT.
I-I THINK IT COULD BE C-4.
C-4? ARE YOU SURE?
YEAH. I THINK THEY'RE GONNA BLOW US ALL UP.
CALM DOWN. JUST CALM DOWN.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN?
I'VE GOT A FAMILY TO THINK ABOUT.
WE ALL HAVE FAMILIES. NOW CALM DOWN.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
SAL. SAL MARTINO.
OKAY.
YOU GOT A WIFE, SAL, KIDS?
YEAH. I HAVE A SON.
WHAT'S HIS NAME?
CONNOR.
I BET THE ONLY THING YOU CAN THINK ABOUT
IS SEEING HIM AGAIN. AM I RIGHT?
YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
GOOD.
SO YOU JUST KEEP THINKING ON THAT.
YOU THINK ABOUT HOW YOU'RE GONNA SEE CONNOR AGAIN REAL SOON...
(whispering) BECAUSE I'M GONNA FIGURE OUT A WAY
TO GET US ALL OUT OF HERE.
I PROMISE.
I NEED SOME AIR.
DAMN. WHY IS THERE NO AIR IN THIS PLACE?
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS ABOUT A SAFE DEPOSIT BOX.
WHY WOULD THEY NEED C-4?
MAYBE THEY DON'T WANT ANYONE
TO KNOW WHAT THEY STOLE FROM THAT BOX,
AND THE C-4 IS TO MAKE SURE THAT NO ONE EVER DOES.
(knock on door)
AGNES AND GIDEON FIELDS, OPEN UP, PLEASE.
THIS IS THE NYPD. (cell phone beeps)
THIS DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE.
WHAT COULD THIS OLD COUPLE'S SAFETY DEPOSIT BOX
HAVE TO DO WITH WHAT'S GOING ON IN THAT BANK?
MAYBE EVERYTHING.
THE BANK SAID THAT AGNES AND GIDEON
WERE ACCESSING THEIR BOX ONCE A MONTH, RIGHT?
I JUST GOT A TEXT FROM THE PRECINCT.
GIDEON FIELDS DIED FOUR YEARS AGO.
SO WHOEVER'S ACCESSING THAT BOX WASN'T HIM.
(knocks)
AGNES, THIS IS THE NYPD.
OPEN UP, PLEASE.
THE RADIO'S ON.
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. WE CAN'T GO IN THERE.
WE--WE DON'T HAVE A WARRANT. WE DON'T HAVE PROBABLE CAUSE.
BRO, CASTLE'S LIFE DEPENDS ON THIS.
DID YOU JUST HEAR THAT?
I THINK I JUST HEARD SOMEONE YELL OUT "HELP, POLICE."
(high-pitched voice) HELP, POLICE.
(normal voice) THERE IT IS AGAIN.
NYPD! AGNES!
(coughs)
OH.
(beeps)
YEAH.
IT'S AGNES.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
LOOKS LIKE THE OWNER OF OUR SAFETY DEPOSIT BOX
HAS BEEN DEAD MAYBE A WEEK.
LIGATURE MARKS ON HER NECK INDICATE STRANGULATION.
WHAT'D YOU FIND AT THE CRIME SCENE?
The place is trashed.
THE KILLER WAS LOOKING FOR SOMETHING.
THERE'S A BROKEN KEY CHAIN NECKLACE ON THE BODY,
BUT THERE'S NO KEY.
OKAY, THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WHERE SHE KEPT THE KEY
FOR THE SAFE DEPOSIT BOX. I don't get it.
THIS IS A LITTLE OLD RETIRED LIBRARIAN.
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE IN HER SAFE DEPOSIT BOX
THAT WOULD BE WORTH DOING ALL THIS?
NAZI GOLD, COLD FUSION,
MAP TO ATLANTIS.
HEY, CASTLE JR.,
COULD YOU MAYBE START THINKING LIKE A COP, PLEASE?
I AM.
ARE YOU?
IT HAD TO HAVE BEEN SOMETHING HUGE
THAT WAS WORTH KILLING HER OVER, RIGHT?
HEY, SUPER COP,
CHECK IT OUT.
WHAT IS IT? IT'S A BUG.
It's not from a spy shop, either.
This looks professional.
LISTEN, I NEED YOU TO DIG UP
EVERYTHING YOU CAN ON AGNES FIELDS.
I GOTTA GO.
(beeps)
(helicopter blades whirring)
THEY'RE HERE, AREN'T THEY? MY DAD AND GRAM ARE IN THERE.
I KNOW THEY WERE COMING TO THIS BANK... ALEXIS--
AND NO ONE'S ANSWERING THEIR PHONES,
AND MY DAD ALWAYS TAKES MY CALLS... LISTEN TO ME.
AND YOU'RE HERE. LISTEN, LISTEN,
EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE FINE. OKAY?
BUT THEY ARE INSIDE THAT BANK.
(exhales)
WHAT IS IT?
(lowered voice) I NEED TO GET OVER TO THOSE WINDOWS
TO GET A MESSAGE TO BECKETT ABOUT THE C-4.
OH, COME--RICHARD.
PLEASE. IT IS TOO DANGEROUS.
WE ARE HOSTAGES. BEHAVE ACCORDINGLY.
PLEASE.
(exhales deeply)
DON'T. RICHARD--
UH, DR. QUINN.
WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?
UH, IT'S JUST, WHERE I COME FROM, DR. QUINN,
WE DON'T MAKE PREGNANT WOMEN SIT ON HARD FLOORS.
IS IT ALL RIGHT IF I GET SOME CUSHIONS FROM THE SOFA FOR HER?
MAKE IT FAST, PRETTY BOY.
THANKS.
STOP!
(gasps) OH! RIGHT THERE!
STOP OR I'M GOING TO SHOOT.
AIR. AIR. HEY!
I SAID STOP! I NEED AIR.
DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT! I NEED...
DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT! AIR.
SAL, STOP. (speaks indistinctly)
ON THE FLOOR!
DON'T! DON'T SHOOT! AAH!
(indistinct shouting)
EASY! EASY! DON'T SHOOT!
(shouting indistinctly)
DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT.
(groans)
HE'S HAVING A SEIZURE.
SAL. EASY. EASY.
(gasps and chokes)
GREAT. EPILEPSY.
THIS GUY NEEDS HELP.
THEN HELP HIM.
HEY, LOOK, DR. QUINN,
THE MAN JUST HAD A GRAND MAL SEIZURE.
SO UNLESS YOU REALLY ARE A MEDICINE WOMAN,
HE NEEDS A HOSPITAL NOW.
GET TRAPPER JOHN. MOVE!
(Castle) PERFECT.
THE FAKE DOCTOR
CALLS IN ANOTHER FAKE DOCTOR FOR A CONSULT.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
NOTHING. WE'RE DOING EVERYTHING WE CAN.
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. THEY'RE ALL I'VE GOT.
DO YOU HEAR ME? THEY'RE ALL I'VE GOT.
ALEXIS, LISTEN TO ME. I PROMISE YOU,
THEY ARE GONNA BE OKAY.
THEY BETTER.
(police radio chatter)
(Monfriez) BECKETT.
INCOMING CALL.
OKAY, I GOTTA GO. STAY WITH HER.
(radio chatter continues)
(keypad beeps)
(phone rings)
Hey, it's Ash. I'll hit you back.
(voice mail beeps)
ASH, I KNOW YOU'RE BUSY, BUT I NEED YOU.
MY DAD, HE'S...
YOU'VE GOT TO CALL ME BACK RIGHT AWAY,
AS SOON AS YOU GET THIS.
I REALLY NEED YOU.
BECKETT.
(Trapper John) Look, Kate, one of the hostages
had an epileptic fit and passed out.
NOW NORMALLY, I WOULDN'T CARE,
BUT IT'S STARTING TO UPSET THE OTHER HOSTAGES, AND I DON'T
WANT ANYONE TRYING TO BE A HERO, SO HERE'S THE DEAL--
YOU'RE GONNA SEND IN ONE PARAMEDIC TO GET HIM.
IN EXCHANGE FOR THIS GENEROSITY,
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE MY BUS RIDE OUTSIDE IN 20.
(police radio chatter)
THAT'S NOT ENOUGH TIME.
It is for me.
TAKE THIS GUY NOW
AND GET MY BUS OUTSIDE IN 20
OR I'LL START POPPING HOSTAGES.
(telephone beeps)
HOW SOON TILL WE GET THAT BUS?
35 MINUTES.
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO ASK FOR MORE TIME.
HE'S NOT GONNA GO FOR IT.
THEN WE'RE GONNA STORM THE BANK.
WE CAN'T STORM THE BANK.
WE DON'T KNOW WHERE ANYBODY IS IN THERE.
IF WE GO IN THERE, HOSTAGES ARE JUST GONNA GET KILLED.
LISTEN, IF WE'RE GONNA SAVE ANY OF 'EM,
WE HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE.
MAYBE WE DO.
WE COULD USE THIS SICK HOSTAGE TO OUR ADVANTAGE.
INSTEAD OF SENDING IN A PARAMEDIC,
WE SEND IN A COP WITH TACTICAL TRAINING.
THE COP GETS INTEL
FOR WHEN S.W.A.T. GOES IN TO BREACH THE BANK.
I'M GUESSING YOU HAVE A COP IN MIND.
(wheels clatter)
SEARCH HER.
(door closes)
SHE'S CLEAR.
(Trapper John) MAKE IT QUICK.
(Kate) MM-HMM.
(Sal groans)
HOW'S HE DOING?
NOT GOOD.
HIS NAME'S SAL MARTINO.
HE HAS EPILEPSY.
I THINK THE SEIZURE WAS BROUGHT ON BY STRESS.
OKAY. HEY, SAL. HEY, BUDDY.
(Sal grunts)
HOW YOU DOING?
SAL, LISTEN TO ME, I WANT YOU TO KNOW
THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE THAT CARE ABOUT YOU.
SO JUST KEEP BREATHING.
AND I PROMISE YOU,
I'M GONNA GET YOU OUTTA HERE.
(Huxtable) HEY.
DON'T TALK ABOUT IT. BE ABOUT IT.
AND YOU...
HELP GET HIM ON THAT GURNEY. NOW!
SAL, YOU READY? WE'RE GONNA GET YOU UP ON THE COUNT OF THREE.
ONE, TWO, THREE. (Sal groans)
OKAY, BUDDY.
EASY DOES IT. OKAY.
(groaning)
(Castle) EASY, EASY.
MM.
YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.
(clicks)
(moans)
OKAY.
(Sal moaning)
(wheels clattering)
(door closes)
(Sal moaning)
(indistinct conversations)
YOUR DAD'S OKAY. THEY'RE BOTH... OKAY.
WHAT'S WRONG?
ALEXIS, I NEED YOU TO GO BEHIND THAT YELLOW LINE NOW.
YOU GOT IT. TAKE HER BEHIND THE LINE. NOW.
(cell phone rings and beeps)
COME ON. RIGHT THIS WAY. ASH, MY FATHER-- CAN YOU HEAR ME?
I'll call you. NO, YOU CAN'T CALL ME LATER.
ASH, I CAN'T HEAR... (Ashley) Come on. I can't--
MA'AM, PLEASE. WHAT, ASH? I CAN'T...
(beeps)
THERE'S C-4 IN THE BANK? I DIDN'T SEE ANY,
BUT IF CASTLE SAYS IT'S IN THERE, IT'S IN THERE.
WELL, THAT MEANS A BREACH IS OUT OF THE QUESTION.
I'M NOT GONNA SEND MY BOYS INTO A BOMB FIGHT.
WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO TAKE THESE GUYS OUT ON THE BUS.
THAT BUS IS STILL 20 MINUTES OUT.
HIS DEADLINE'S IN FIVE.
HE'S GONNA START KILLING HOSTAGES.
WELL, WE HAVE TO BUY MORE TIME.
(rings)
(beeps)
WHERE'S MY BUS?
THE BUS IS ON ITS WAY. IT'LL BE THERE IN 20 MINUTES.
THE HOSTAGES WILL BE DEAD IN TWO.
No.
NOBODY NEEDS TO DIE.
OKAY? IT'S COMING. IT'S JUST--
IT'S STUCK IN TRAFFIC. We have rules, Kate.
I SAID I WOULDN'T KILL ANYONE. YOU SAID YOU'D GIVE ME A BUS.
I LIVED UP TO MY END OF THE DEAL.
AND I'M GONNA LIVE UP TO MINE. I JUST--
I WARNED YOU NOT TO JERK ME AROUND.
Now I was clear about the consequences.
DO I HAVE TO PROVE HOW SERIOUS I AM? IS THAT IT?
OKAY, I-I THINK WE BOTH JUST NEED TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH,
AND WE CAN TALK ABOUT--
I'M DONE TALKING!
(woman screams)
WHAT WAS THAT? (woman) Oh!
(pops) A WARNING SHOT, KATE.
THE NEXT ONE'S FOR THE KILL.
DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM, YOU SON OF A BITCH! KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF!
OKAY--OH, DAVENPORT, HOLD HER BACK! I GOT THIS. (cocks gun)
I'M GONNA MAKE PRETTY RED STAINS OUT OF YOUR BOYFRIEND, KATE.
I GOT MY GUN TO HIS THROAT AND I'M GONNA PAINT
A JACKSON POLLOCK WITH HIS INSIDES.
YOU NEED TO CALM HIM DOWN--
LISTEN TO ME, JACKASS.
I DO NOT CONTROL TRAFFIC,
SO YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO GIVE ME 20 MINUTES.
NOW YOU GOT ONE MINUTE, KATE. No.
I'VE GOT 20.
Do you hear me?
20.
BECAUSE IF YOU PULL THAT TRIGGER,
I will walk through those doors and personally
PUT A BULLET THROUGH YOUR SKULL.
OKAY, KATE.
(uncocks gun) YOU GOT 20 MORE MINUTES.
(phone beeps)
WELL, THAT'S ONE WAY TO NEGOTIATE.
(police radio chatter)
YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS A HELLCAT.
YEAH, WELL, SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND.
SHE TOO MUCH WOMAN FOR YOU?
HA.
SO WHY ARE YOU GUYS ROBBING THIS BANK?
SUTTON'S LAW.
WHEN ASKED WHY HE ROBBED BANKS, WILLIE SUTTON FAMOUSLY REPLIED,
"BECAUSE THAT'S WHERE THE MONEY IS."
(cell phone rings)
(ring)
(beeps)
EXCEPT WILLIE SUTTON NEVER SAID THAT.
IT WAS A REPORTER WHO MADE UP THAT QUOTE.
YOU SEE, WRITERS-- WE'RE REALLY GOOD
AT ALTERING REALITY TO FIT THE NARRATIVE.
AND THE STORY I SEE YOU GUYS SPINNING HERE
IS REALLY NOT ABOUT STEALING MONEY.
THAT SO?
YOU AND YOUR CREW DON'T WEAR GLOVES.
OBVIOUSLY YOU'RE NOT WORRIED ABOUT FINGERPRINTS,
WHICH MEANS YOU'RE NOT IN THE SYSTEM.
AND THOSE ACCENTS?
YOU'RE MERCS,
WHICH MEANS YOU'RE TOO SMART TO GET ON THAT BUS.
SO... WHAT WAS IN THAT BOX?
WHY THE C-4?
AND WHAT ARE YOUREALLY GONNA DO WITH US?
(laughs)
OH, I LIKE YOU.
THAT'S WHY I'M GONNA KILL YOU LAST.
(Huxtable) TRAPPER JOHN.
WE'RE GOOD TO GO.
ALL RIGHT.
EVERYBODY, ON YOUR FEET.
LET'S GO. UP, UP, UP, UP.
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
YOU'RE CLEVER. I'M SURE YOU'LL FIGURE IT OUT.
AH.
WE STILL GOT 18 MINUTES. I WANT EVERYBODY IN POSITION.
S.W.A.T. CAN RENDEZVOUS WITH THE BUS HERE ON 49th.
THEY CAN LOAD THERE.
I WANT SNIPERS HERE, HERE, AND HERE.
GET ROMAN ON THE HORN.
WHY DIDN'T HE ASK ME FOR SOMETHING?
WHAT?
SIR...
HE GAVE ME 20 MINUTES,
AND HE DIDN'T ASK FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN.
IF HE WANTED TO MAINTAIN CONTROL,
HE WOULD'VE ASKED FOR SOMETHING.
I MEAN, THIS IS ALL WAY TOO EASY.
TAKE THE WIN, DETECTIVE.
NO, SIR. SOMETHING IS GOING ON.
WE'RE JUST NOT ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTIONS.
I MEAN, WHY WOULD HE BRING C-4 TO A BANK ROBBERY?
WHAT DOES AGNES FIELDS' MURDER HAVE TO DO WITH ANY OF THIS?
(Monfriez) CAPTAIN, I'VE GOT SERGEANT ROMAN.
YEAH, ROMAN.
(woman whimpers)
(beeps)
MOTHER, I FIND I'M NO LONGER SATISFIED
WITH THE CUSTOMER SERVICE AT THIS ESTABLISHMENT.
I THINK WE SHOULD TAKE OUR BUSINESS ELSEWHERE.
I'M SO SORRY.
NO.
FORGIVE ME FOR DRAGGING YOU INTO THIS. I--
IT'S OKAY. IT'S OKAY.
OKAY.
I LOVE YOU, MOTHER.
RIGHT BACK AT YOU, KIDDO.
(Beckett) DID YOU FIND ANYTHING ON AGNES?
(Esposito) We've gone over phone and financials
and talked to friends and neighbors.
NOTHING STICKS OUT. What about, um...
AGNES' SAFETY DEPOSIT BOX?
SOMEBODY WAS PRETENDING
to be her dead husband and accessed it monthly.
Any leads?
(camera shutter clicks) NOTHING SO FAR.
RELATIVES?
Uh, Agnes really didn't have any relatives left.
HER HUSBAND'S DEAD, HER DAUGHTER AND GRANDSON
died in a boating accident over a year ago.
Her only surviving relative is a former son-in-law--
RON BRANDT.
WE LEFT A MESSAGE. WE HAVEN'T HEARD BACK YET.
Look, we don't have time to wait for a return phone call
SO FIND HIM--
(people shouting indistinctly)
(alarms blaring)
(indistinct conversations)
(police radio chatter)
(Beckett) CASTLE!
CASTLE!
(Castle) BECKETT.
(radio chatter continues)
(people coughing and speaking indistinctly)
THEY'RE HERE!
(chuckling) I TOLD YOU. HUH?
(Martha) OH, MY GOD
(laughs)
(man) E.M.S. units on the way-- two more.
(laughs)
HERE WE GO. READY? OKAY.
(snaps)
HOW ARE YOU?
(police radio chatter)
(Martha) HE'S NOT THE ONLY ONE HERE, YOU KNOW?
(chuckles)
OH, I'M SO...
I'M SO SORRY, MARTHA.
OHH.
EXCUSE ME. HOW YOU DOING?
(Martha) MY EARS ARE RINGING. ARE YOUR EARS?
ARE THEY EVER. GOD.
EVERYBODY ACCOUNTED FOR?
(Davenport) WE'RE ALL HERE. WE'RE ALL OKAY.
SIR, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ROBBERS?
THEY'RE DEAD. THEY BLEW THEMSELVES UP.
WHAT?
APPARENTLY THE C-4 WAS PART OF THE EXIT STRATEGY.
THEY BLASTED A HOLE STRAIGHT THROUGH THE BOTTOM OF THE VAULT
AND OPENED A CEILING ON AN ABANDONED SUBWAY STATION BELOW.
SMART PLAN IF THEY DIDN'T SCREW IT UP.
THEY MUST HAVE TRIGGERED THE EXPLOSION
BEFORE THEY TOOK COVER, AND THEY KILLED THEMSELVES.
OH.
THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE.
C-4, IT'S A VERY STABLE EXPLOSIVE.
IT WOULDN'T GO OFF ACCIDENTALLY.
AND THESE GUYS WERE NOT DIME-STORE BANDITS.
THEY WERE TRAINED. THEY WERE MILITARY PRECISION--
THEY--THEY WOULDN'T SET OFF AN EXPLOSION PREMATURELY.
REALLY?
I GOT AN ASSORTMENT OF BODY PARTS THAT TELLS ME THEY DID.
(indistinct conversations)
LET'S GET OUTTA HERE.
♪♪♪
(all speaking inaudibly)
♪♪♪
(both speaking inaudibly)
♪♪♪
(all speaking inaudibly)
♪♪♪
IS EVERYBODY OKAY? YEAH, THEY'RE FINE.
THEY JUST NEED A MINUTE.
WE HEARD ALL THE SUSPECTS ARE DEAD.
GUYS, NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE.
AN OLD LADY IS KILLED FOR HER SAFE DEPOSIT BOX KEY,
WHICH HER DEAD HUSBAND ACCESSES EVERY MONTH?
AND THEN THIS?
THERE'S SOMETHING THAT WE'RE MISSING.
WHAT WERE YOU SAYING ABOUT AGNES FIELDS', UM,
LAST SURVIVING RELATIVE?
HER FORMER SON-IN-LAW-- RON BRANDT.
LEFT A MESSAGE, BUT HE DOES A LOT OF BUSINESS OVERSEAS. (cell phone beeps)
HE MAY NOT EVEN BE IN THE COUNTRY.
HE'S LISTED AT A PENTHOUSE ON THE UPPER EAST SIDE
SO WE CAN GO CHECK--
WAIT, THAT'S-- THAT'S THE SON-IN-LAW?
YEAH, WHY? MM-HMM.
THIS WAS ONE OF THE HOSTAGES. HE WAS HAVING A SEIZURE AND...
OH, GOD.
(keypad beeping)
(beeps)
THIS IS DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT, NYPD.
I'M CHECKING IN ON A PATIENT
THAT CAME IN FROM A BANK ROBBERY.
HIS NAME IS SAL MARTINO.
WHAT?
HE DID?
(beep)
HE CHECKED HIMSELF OUT AGAINST MEDICAL ADVICE.
HE'S GONE.
IT WAS HIM. HE ORCHESTRATED THIS WHOLE THING.
(Esposito) IT TURNS OUT, RON BRANDT RUNS A COMPANY
THAT SUPPLIES MILITARY CONTRACTORS
WITH SPECIAL OPERATIONAL FORCES FROM AROUND THE WORLD.
OKAY, SO HE USES HIS MILITARY CONNECTIONS
TO HIRE THAT TEAM OF MERCENARIES IN THE BANK,
AND THEN TO AVOID LOOSE ENDS, RON RIGS THE C-4 TO BLOW EARLY.
TALK ABOUT COLD BLOODED.
AND HE DID ALL OF THIS JUST FOR THE CONTENTS
OF AGNES' SAFETY DEPOSIT BOX?
CASTLE, YOU SAID THAT THERE WERE PHOTOS
AND LETTERS IN THERE, RIGHT? YEAH.
TRAPPER JOHN MUST HAVE GIVEN THEM TO RON
WHEN HE WAS BEING ESCORTED BACK FROM THE RESTROOM,
BECAUSE RIGHT AFTER THAT, HE FAKED A SEIZURE AND WAS LET GO.
BUT WHY? I MEAN, WHAT WAS SO SPECIAL
ABOUT HIS FORMER MOTHER-IN-LAW'S SAFETY DEPOSIT BOX?
FORMER MOTHER-IN-LAW?
YEAH. RON WAS MARRIED TO AGNES' DAUGHTER TANYA.
BOTH HER AND HER SON CONNOR WERE KILLED
IN A BOATING ACCIDENT ABOUT A YEAR AGO.
NO, NO, RON SPOKE ABOUT CONNOR,
AND HE DID NOT SPEAK ABOUT HIM LIKE HE WAS DEAD.
CONNOR IS STILL ALIVE.
WELL, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU, CASTLE.
IT SAYS RIGHT HERE, CONNOR'S DEAD.
I'M NOT SO SURE ABOUT THAT.
IT TURNS OUT THAT NEITHER HIS WIFE TANYA NOR CONNOR'S BODY
WAS EVER RECOVERED.
WHY WOULD THE WIFE FAKE THEIR DEATHS?
DOMESTIC ABUSE.
HOWEVER, RON HAD THE CONNECTIONS AND THE WEALTH
TO AVOID PROSECUTION.
(Castle) SO THE SYSTEM FAILED HER.
SHE AND CONNOR COULDN'T ESCAPE RON'S ABUSE,
SO SHE FAKED THEIR DEATHS AND DISAPPEARED.
YEAH, BUT TO DISAPPEAR,
SHE HAD TO WALK AWAY FROM HER FORMER LIFE...
SEVER TIES WITH EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE SHE EVER KNEW...
EXCEPT SHE COULDN'T, ESPECIALLY WITH HER MOM AGNES...
WHICH IS WHAT THE SAFETY DEPOSIT BOX WAS FOR.
IT'S A MEANS OF COMMUNICATION.
IT'S LIKE A COLD WAR DROP BOX IN SOME JOHN LE CARRE NOVEL,
ONLY TANYA WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO RISK MAKING THE DROPS.
SO WHO WOULD MAKE THE DROPS FOR HER?
OUR MYSTERY MAN WHO WAS POSING AS AGNES' DEAD HUSBAND.
HE WAS TANYA'S MIDDLEMAN.
OKAY, SO TANYA SENDS THE PHOTOS AND THE LETTERS
TO THE MIDDLEMAN, THE MIDDLEMAN PUTS THEM
IN THE SAFETY DEPOSIT BOX FOR AGNES.
THE BOX SERVES AS A MAILBOX.
ONLY IT'S BETTER THAN A MAILBOX
'CAUSE IT'S LOCKED UP INSIDE A BANK.
RON MUST HAVE SUSPECTED THAT THEY FAKED THEIR DEATHS
AND THAT'S WHEN HE BUGGED AGNES' HOME.
AND WHEN RON FOUND OUT ABOUT THE BOX,
HE KILLED AGNES FOR THE KEY.
RIGHT, AND WITH THE CLOCK TICKING,
HE HIRED THAT CREW TO STAGE THE BANK ROBBERY
TO GET TO THE BOX WITH THAT KEY.
YOU KNOW, THOSE PHOTOS AND LETTERS WILL SAY
EXACTLY WHERE HIS WIFE AND SON ARE HIDING.
HE'S ON HIS WAY THERE NOW,
AND WE KNOW WHAT HE'S GONNA DO ONCE HE GETS THERE.
HE'S GONNA KIDNAP HIS SON AND KILL HIS WIFE.
IDENTIFYING THE MIDDLEMAN
IS THE ONLY WAY WE'RE GONNA BE ABLE TO FIND TANYA AND CONNOR,
SO WHAT DO WE KNOW?
HE PASSED FOR AGNES' LATE HUSBAND.
AND IT'D HAVE TO BE SOMEONE THAT RON WOULDN'T SUSPECT.
(Esposito) THAT RULES OUT FRIENDS,
NEIGHBORS, AND COWORKERS.
BUT IT WAS PROBABLY A PERSON THAT THEY TRUSTED.
THE MIDDLEMAN COULD'VE BEEN PAID.
MAYBE WE CAN TRACK THEIR PAYMENTS.
YOU KNOW, THEY WERE PROBABLY SMART ENOUGH TO PAY IN CASH,
WHICH IS UNTRACEABLE.
UNLESS, IF PAYING BY CHECK
WOULDN'T HAVE THROWN UP ANY RED FLAGS.
AT THE TIME OF CONNOR AND TANYA'S SUPPOSED DEATHS,
SHE WAS MAKING MONTHLY TITHE CHECKS TO ST. ABIGAIL'S CHURCH.
AND WHO BETTER FITS THIS PROFILE THAN A PRIEST?
AND I KNOW WHICH ONE WE SHOULD SPEAK TO FIRST.
THE PRIEST WHO OFFICIATED THEIR FUNERAL--
FATHER SEAN McCASKEY.
FATHER McCASKEY, I'M DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT.
THIS IS RICHARD CASTLE.
WE NEED TO KNOW WHERE TANYA AND CONNOR BRANDT ARE HIDING.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
TANYA AND CONNOR HAVE BEEN DEAD FOR OVER A YEAR.
FATHER, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. AGNES FIELDS HAS BEEN MURDERED.
RON BRANDT HAS THE CONTENTS OF HER SAFE DEPOSIT BOX.
HE'S ON HIS WAY TO THEM NOW.
WHAT?
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?
THAT BOX WAS THERE TO PROTECT THEM.
IT DIDN'T, FATHER, BUT WE CAN.
WE NEED TO KNOW THEIR ADDRESS. OF COURSE.
14 CASCADILLA STREET, ITHACA.
ITHACA? THAT'S ONLY FOUR HOURS AWAY.
(keypad beeping) RON COULD ALREADY BE THERE BY NOW. THANKS.
YES.
(knock on door)
HONEY.
I'M HOME. (gasps)
(pants)
AH!
STAY BACK.
I WILL KILL YOU.
NOW, TANYA, IS THIS ANY WAY TO GREET YOUR HUSBAND?
(grunting) AAH!
(grunts) AH!
OH!
OH, NO, HON. YOU BUMPED YOUR HEAD.
(crying)
(video game beeping)
HEY.
HEY. HEY.
THERE'S MY BOY.
DID YOU MISS YOUR DADDY?
COME ON. COME ON.
MAN, WHAT THE HELL IS TAKING SO LONG?
I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY STILL GOT US ON HOLD.
BECKETT, IF HE GETS AHOLD OF THAT KID...
NO! MOMMY!
NO, NO, NO, NO.
PLEASE DON'T TAKE HIM! PLEASE.
AAH! NOT IN FRONT OF HIM, PLEASE!
AH!
BABY.
(clicks)
AH! (whimpers)
WHY WOULD I KILL YOU?
I WANT YOU TO LIVE AND LONG, LONG LIFE
WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU'RE NEVER GONNA SEE CONNOR AGAIN.
NOW IT'S MY TURN TO DISAPPEAR.
BUT UNLIKE YOU, I KNOW HOW TO HIDE.
NO! COME ON, CONNOR. COME ON. COME ON.
CONNOR! CONNOR!
I GOT YOU. I GOT YOU. I GOT YOU.
(man) POLICE! DON'T MOVE!
RIGHT THERE.
THINK REAL HARD ABOUT YOUR NEXT MOVE.
(police radio chatter)
(Beckett) WHAT?
OKAY. THANKS.
(receiver clatters)
THEY FOUND THEM.
YES.
TANYA'S GONNA NEED A FEW STITCHES, BUT CONNOR'S OKAY.
COME ON. LET'S GO PICK 'EM UP.
ITHACA?
EVEN AS A HOSTAGE,
I HELP YOU SOLVE MURDERS.
BECKETT, I THINK...
I THINK YOU HAVE THE PERFECT PARTNER.
(laughs) YEAH, EXCEPT HE DOESN'T LIKE DOING PAPERWORK.
TOUCHE.
SO... OLD HAUNT?
I'LL BUY YOU A DRINK.
NO.
BUT I'LL DO YOU ONE BETTER.
(J Mascis' "Too Deep" playing)
OH, KATE!
OH, DARLING, YOU CAN JOIN US.
OH, YOU GREAT, BEAUTIFUL CREATURE,
COME IN.
HUH?
OH, WOW, MARTHA.
YOU...
YOU REALLY...
OUTDID YOURSELF. I DID.
FACING DEATH DEMANDS CELEBRATING LIFE.
TONIGHT WE FEAST.
WHERE'S ALEXIS?
OH, SHE'S, UH...
EXCUSE ME ONE MINUTE.
YEAH.
SO YES? PLEASE.
AHA.
ASH, IT'S NOT ABOUT TODAY.
IT'S ABOUT THE LAST 100 DAYS.
YOU'RE NEVER HERE FOR ME.
JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE IN CALIFORNIA
DOESN'T MEAN I SHOULD HAVE TO HOLD MY BREATH,
CROSS MY FINGERS, AND WISH UPON A STAR
JUST TO GET A TEXT FROM YOU.
♪ I SAW YOU ♪
YEAH, MORE EXCUSES.
ASH, I JUST CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.
WE'RE DONE.
♪♪♪
(beeps)
(knocks)
(clears throat)
♪ I SAW YOU ♪
YOU OKAY?
NO.
(inhales deeply)
♪ WHY I WENT TO SEE IT ♪
BUT ASK ME AGAIN TOMORROW.
♪ STILL NOT SURE WHAT I BELIEVE ♪
(Martha) ALEXIS, DARLING, HELP ME
WITH THE DUCK L'ORANGE, S'IL VOUS PLAIT.
♪ I WALKED IN ♪
AH, THANK YOU.
AND I DIDN'T GET A CHANCE TO PROPERLY THANK YOU
FOR SAVING MY LIFE.
OH, THERE'S NO NEED, CASTLE.
WE'RE PARTNERS. IT'S WHAT WE DO.
YES.
SOME OF US MORE THAN OTHERS, OF COURSE.
WAIT. WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
ONLY THAT THIS IS THE EIGHTH TIME YOU'VE SAVED MY LIFE,
AND I'VE SAVED YOUR LIFE NINE TIMES.
OKAY, FIRST OF ALL,
I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE KEEPING SCORE.
AND SECONDLY, THERE IS NO WAY THAT YOU'VE SAVED MY LIFE
MORE THAN I HAVE YOURS.
NINE? PLEASE.
WELL, LET'S REVIEW, SHALL WE?
THE FIRST TIME, I DISTRACTED THAT MAD GUNMAN
WITH THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE.
AND, YES, THAT WAS A SAVE. EVEN YOU ADMITTED IT.
SECOND TIME, THE, UM, SERIAL KILLER
WHO PUT A BOMB IN YOUR KITCHEN WHILE YOU WERE TAKING A SHOWER.
I HAD TO BRAVE HELLISH FLAMES... (Martha) SIT, SIT.
TO PULL YOU OUT OF YOUR BATHTUB.
I WON'T BE FORGETTING THAT ANYTIME SOON.