05x05 - Probable Cause

[bunniefuu]

Tessa, I'm home.

Tess?

Tess? You here?

(SCREAMING)

(SHOUTING)

Oh. It's you.

Who'd you think it was?

I don't know. I heard rustling.

And you were gonna fight them off
with that?

This could be very...

- Ow!
- (FOIL CLANKS)

What are you doing here? I thought
you weren't coming till next weekend.

I had to do laundry. I ran out of clothes.

Already? It's only been two weeks.

Not that I'm not thrilled to see you,

but don't they have washing machines
on campus?

They're not as nice.

And by nice, you mean free?

- Pretty much.
- Right.

Uh... You're going to need
more orange juice, by the way.

Thank you.

Oh! And I finished the ice cream, too.

And how long have you been here?

Ten minutes.

Wow. Well, as long as you are here,

how about a Guitar Hero tournament?

I have been writing all weekend.
I could use a break.

Oh... Actually, I gotta go.

I'm meeting some friends for a study
session and I'm already late.

What about your laundry?

It's okay. You know, get it later.
Bye, Dad.

Bye.

Well, I mean,
she came home at least, right?

Yeah, I just wish it was for more
than laundry and supplies.

Did you get some writing done?

With Mother gone? You kidding?
Two chapters.

But I gotta rewrite the crime scene.
Right now it's boring.

Maybe this will inspire you, Castle.
Pretty damn freaky.

Name's Tessa Horton, 29.

Roommate came home from
a weekend away, found her up there.

Oh, jeez! Who puts a body on a ceiling?

Beats me, but I probably
won't sleep for weeks.

It's like something out
of one of your books, right?

- BECKETT: Cause of death?
- Ligature marks and petechia

suggest strangulation.

What about this wound
on her forehead?

ESPOSITO: It was non-lethal.

Given the detail, looks like
it was carved by some kind of razor.

CASTLE: It's a symbol of some kind.

Do you recognize it?

No, but the k*ller went through a lot
of trouble. It must mean something.

It's not easy hanging a body,
and she's at least 100 pounds.

I checked in with CSU.

They found prints in the hallway,
but the apartment is spotless.

Looks like it's been wiped down.

This guy cleaned up after himself.

He didn't mind taking his time.

So the k*ller knew that the roommate
was gonna be out of town.

What's the security like in this place?

Buzzer on the front door,
no doorman or security cameras.

But there's no sign of a forced entry,
no sign of a struggle.

She knew him.

All right,
canvass neighboring apartments

for anyone that saw or heard anything.

And I wanna know
what this symbol means.

You know, if Tessa knew our k*ller,

it's possible that her roommate
could shed some light on all of this.

Every time I close my eyes,
I see her hanging there.

What did she do for a living?

She was an insurance broker
for commercial real estate.

Kurtzman Insurance.

Did she have a lot of friends?

She was shy. And a workaholic.

I practically had to drag her
out of the house.

So, no boyfriend then?

Actually, she did start seeing someone.
Maybe six weeks ago.

Do you know who?

That's the thing. She never did say.

She acted like it was some big secret,

like maybe he was married
or something.

But he bought her jewelry,
and took her to these fancy dinners.

She said no one's ever treated her
that way before.

Did she tell you anything else
about him?

The way he looked? Where they met?

No. All she said was
he was every woman's fairy tale.

Rich, handsome, and generous.

CASTLE: Some fairy tale.
I'll tell you this much,

there's a lot more to this story
than an affair with a married man.

Maybe, but we won't know what
until we find him.

Get on her phone records.
See if you can ID this guy.

Yeah, I'll have them pull her emails, too.

Anything on that symbol yet?

Put a call in to the feds.

They're running it through
their database right now.

What?

The way he left the body,
the time it took.

Whoever did this, he liked it.

If she had a boyfriend,
nothing happened that night.

There are no signs of sexual as*ault
or activity.

Death was by strangulation.
Looks like a rope or a scarf.

Were you able to narrow down a time?

Somewhere between 2:00
and 3:00 a.m., Saturday morning.

Lividity and pooling indicate the body
was hung

from the ceiling post-mortem.

Why would he hang her body
after he k*lled her?

- A ritual?
- That's not all that's weird.

Strangulation is a violent act.

But there were no signs
that she fought back.

No skin under the fingernails,
no bruising. So I did some checking.

She was drugged.

Lung tissue suggests
exposure to chloroform.

Also your k*ller was careful.
He was wearing gloves.

How can you tell?

Traces of talcum powder on the body.

The same talc used in surgical gloves

or the evidence gloves that you use
at the crime scenes.

Whoever this person is, they knew
exactly what they were doing.

He's done this before.

Ritualistic k*lling, takes pleasure in it,

significant care
exhibited at the crime scene.

All the hallmarks of a serial k*ller.

Yeah, but I've never seen this MO.

Hey, bad news.
The feds struck out on the symbol.

It bears some similarities
to some ancient alchemy signs,

but they've never seen this one before.

Any luck on the phone records?

No, but she spent a lot of time
on the phone to a blocked number.

Phone company traced it to an unlisted
burner phone with a stolen SIM.

- So he planned ahead.
- Yeah.

What about her emails?

Nothing from her mystery lover.

So I had them take a look
at her hard drive.

Turns out portions of it
had been surgically wiped,

like someone covering their tracks.

So, we're back to square one?

Not necessarily. Tessa's roommate
said that he gave her some jewelry.

Maybe he left a fingerprint
on one of those pieces.

I'll head to her place,
see what I can find out.

Jewelry. I never
would've thought of that.

I guess I'll have to remind you
when my birthday's coming up.

Why, Detective Beckett,
was that a hint you just dropped?

Why, Mr. Castle, I do believe it was.

- Shameless.
- Yo, Beckett.

You got a second? I need a word.

Okay, so, what's up?

- We got the CSU report back.
- Mmm-hmm.

The inside of Tessa's apartment
was wiped clean.

Yeah, well, we expected that.

Yeah, but we didn't expect this.

CSU were able to pull prints off
the outside doorknob

and from around the door frame.

And they found a set that didn't match
Tessa's or her roommate's.

When they ran it, they found a match
to someone else in the system.

Okay. Who?

Richard Castle.

Yeah, uh, that can't be right.

You know what?
It was probably just an accident.

He probably touched them on his way
in, before putting his gloves on.

Yeah. I mean, that would explain it.

Except that CSU collected them
before either of you arrived.

Are you sure about this?

Look for yourself, bro.

BECKETT: Castle, think. Is it possible

that you touched the door knob
or the frame on your way in?

It was open when I came in,
but I guess I must have.

Have you been in that building before?

Not before today.

What about the victim?

Are you sure you didn't know her?

Javi.

What? You know I have to ask.

No, it's simple, okay?
He touched the door when he walked in.

CSU got the timeframe wrong.
That's the only explanation.

Unless I've got an evil twin.

Twins don't have the same fingerprints.

It's a common misconception.
This was you.

Yeah, I know. I was joking.

Contaminating a crime scene
is not a joke.

I'll square this away with CSU.

You watch your hands next time, okay?

Sorry.

Just be careful.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- (PHONE BEEPS)
- Beckett.

So, I've been through
all of Tessa's belongings.

No sign of any high-end jewelry.

But from the empty spaces
in her jewel box,

there might be some pieces missing.

He took back the ones he gave her.

It's like he knew
what we were looking for.

This guy really knows
how to cover his tracks.

RYAN: No. Not all of them.

Canvass of the building turned up
a neighbor who claims

he saw someone heading to her
apartment at 7:45 on Friday night.

Did the neighbor
get a good look at him?

Well, he got a clear sh*t
right through his front door peephole.

I'm bringing in a sketch artist right now.

All right, get it over as soon as it's done.
The roommate might be able to ID him.

- You got it.
- Detective!

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

ESPOSITO: The roommate
identified him as Tessa's boss.

Lloyd Kurtzman,
CEO of Kurtzman Insurance Brokerage.

- Any priors?
- Nothing major.

He's got a couple of harassment suits.
But he does have a sealed juvie file.

A juvie file?

Call Judge Markway.

Kurtzman was torturing puppies
as a kid, I want to know.

Good-looking and rich, huh?
Just like Tessa's mystery man.

And like Tessa's mystery man,
he's married.

She was such a glowing presence.

You couldn't help but notice her.

You know, it's hard to imagine
anyone wanting to k*ll her.

I'm sure it is.

Were the two of you close?

As close as I am
to any of my employees.

And when was the last time
that you saw her?

Friday morning. At our staff meeting.

Friday morning? Are you sure?

Yes.

Not Friday evening?

No.

So, you didn't go to Tessa's apartment
at 7:45?

(CHUCKLES)

Her apartment? No, no.

That's funny.

We have a witness
that saw you there that night.

Mr. Kurtzman,
where were you Friday night?

(STUTTERS)

I'd like to speak to my lawyer now.

He's not talking.

I guess a confession
was too much to hope for,

some story that might explain it all.

Yeah, we've got teams
at his home and his office.

We'll know more after the search,
but Esposito talked to his wife,

and she said he didn't come home
that night.

He was working late.

I'm guessing he wasn't at work.

No.

I wonder if there were others,
or if she was the first.

If her "glowing presence"
awakened something inside him.

What's wrong?

(SIGHS)

- It's just, that crime scene.
- What about it?

The person that k*lled Tessa
was meticulous.

But when we questioned Kurtzman,
he got all flustered.

So?

So if he put that much thought
into k*lling her,

then why didn't he have
an alibi prepared?

Perhaps because
he was so meticulous,

he didn't expect to get caught?

ESPOSITO: Hey.

Hey. What did you find?

Well, they're still processing,

but so far there's nothing
in his house or office

that connects Kurtzman to the m*rder.

Did you check his emails?

Yeah, there's no mysterious
deletions from his hard drive,

no unusual activity.

Nothing in his phone records, either.

Yeah, well, that's not a surprise.

I mean, if he's done this before,
he knows how to cover his tracks.

What about his juvie record?

Couple of fights, stole a neighbor's car.
Nothing that explains this.

So then, all we have
is the neighbor's ID?

That's not enough to make a case.

I think I might have found something
that can help.

Something Kurtzman may have missed.

A diamond earring?

We found it in the couch.

CSU couldn't pull a print off it,
but you see the design?

That's custom. Erica Courtney.

And you know this how?

I recognized it from when
Jenny and I went ring shopping.

Anyway, I called up the showroom.
They confirmed it's one of theirs.

And do they have a record
of who they sold it to?

Yeah, I ran the name and the address.
They're both fake.

What about the credit card info?

Well, the buyer paid
with a cashier's check, 12 grand.

So we have no way of tracing him
or the payment.

No, but the store uses
digital surveillance

and they just sent over the tapes.

(FAST-FORWARDING)

Here's the timecode
for our point of sale. That's our guy.

Look at his height, build, hair color.

That's not Kurtzman.

That's Castle.

(REMOTE BEEPS)

- There's another explanation.
- Like what?

I don't know, okay? It's somebody else.
Someone that looks like Castle.

We found his fingerprints
at the crime scene.

We got him on video
buying jewelry for our victim.

It can't be a coincidence.

Javi, what are you saying?
That Castle's a k*ller?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no.
None of us are saying that.

All he's saying is that if it were
anyone else, we'd look into it.

ESPOSITO: We could start
by looking at his financials.

See if there's any unusual activity
around the time of the purchase.

Fine. But we do it quietly,
and he never finds out about it.

- What are you doing?
- Uh...

Javi, there's something
you need to know.

Beckett and Castle?
When did they start?

I'm not sure. But I know they were
together that weekend in the Hamptons.

ESPOSITO: Why wouldn't she tell us?

I guess she was afraid
Gates would find out

and use NYPD regs
to give Castle the boot.

I was going to keep it a secret myself,
but under the circumstances...

Normally, I'd be happy for them.

RYAN: Yeah.

Hey, you don't really think that Castle
had anything to do with this, do you?

No, come on, man. He's my friend, too.

The best thing we can do
is try to prove this evidence wrong.

Yeah.

Hey, Javi.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Whoa! (LAUGHS)

Wait a minute.
Did I throw a party and forget again?

This is not a party.

Search warrant, gloves.

Okay, guys, I get it.
The fingerprint thing.

I'm sorry. Lesson learned.
You can all go home.

It's not a joke, bro.

Take him to the kitchen.

Kitchen? I just...

Beckett?

Beckett, what is this?

We found a piece of jewelry
in Tessa's apartment

and we traced it back to the man
that bought it for her.

Castle, it was you.

What are you talking about?

It was purchased with a cashier's check
for $ 12,780.

Earlier that day, you withdrew
the same amount of money

from your pocket account,
as a cashier's check.

You looked into my financials?
You're investigating me?

- Castle...
- Kate, this is not me.

And I didn't buy any jewelry. I
certainly didn't use a cashier's check.

Then you need to explain it.

This, the withdrawal, the fingerprint,

you need to tell me
what the hell's going on.

Beckett. In here.

(ESPOSITO AND RYAN
SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

What is it?

Guys, what is it?

Kate?

Richard Castle,

you're under arrest
for the m*rder of Tessa Horton.

Turn around.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

The bag is part of a set that he owns.

The wire and hooks are identical
to the ones used to bind the victim.

There was also a shirt inside that
had some blood spatter on it.

The lab says it's a match to Tessa's.

What's he saying?

That he's never seen any of it
before in his life.

Sir, he's not a k*ller.

Then how do you explain all of this?

The evidence isn't the whole story.
Castle's taught me that.

You know, I'm not always a fan
of Mr. Castle's, Detective.

But even I'm having trouble believing
he'd do something so heinous.

So then what do we do?

Our jobs.

Check his emails, computer files,
and phone records.

If he was involved with this girl,
there's bound to be a record.

Beckett, you talk to the family.

See if anyone else has access
to his place.

Mmm-hmm.

Sir?

Thank you.

Don't thank me yet, Detective.

We're gonna follow the evidence,
no matter where it leads us.

You guys, when you look through
Castle's phone records...

It's okay. We know.

We won't tell Gates unless we have to.

You know?

How?

I mean, it's us. So...

We didn't say anything because
we figured it was nobody's business.

But we gotta ask,
were you with him that night?

No. Uh...

He, uh...

I was supposed to be.

His mom was out of town,

and then he said that
he needed time to write.

Where's Beckett?

Under the circumstances, I think
it's best if I handle the interrogation.

Come on, Captain, this is insane.
I didn't do anything.

Well, we still need to investigate,
and you know that.

So, let's start with your relationship
to the victim.

Okay, I didn't have one.

Then, any idea how your fingerprints
ended up at the crime scene?

Well, we went over that.
CSU made a mistake.

They say they didn't.

Castle, if you knew her...

I didn't know her.

She was seeing someone.

Someone her roommate described
as handsome and rich.

I'm flattered, but it wasn't me.

Detective, his family's here.

MARTHA: Oh!

- Where's Richard?
- What's going on?

Of course it has my fingerprints on it,
it's my bag.

But I didn't put that stuff in there.

Then who did?

What about Kurtzman?

We know he was at her apartment
that night and he lied about it.

Kurtzman alibied out.

What?

- When?
- An hour ago.

His lawyer got him to cooperate.
Turns out he was lured there.

- Lured?
- By a text message Tessa sent.

Only it wasn't from Tessa.
It was from a burner phone.

When Kurtzman showed up at Tessa's,
she told him that she didn't send it,

so she sent him on his way.

Well, then why did he lie about it?

Because he spent the rest of
the evening with a paid companion

and didn't want his wife to know.

So,

what about you, Mr. Castle?

Where were you
the night of the m*rder?

I was at home writing.

And did anyone see you there?

No. I was alone.

So, for the record,

you're saying you have no alibi?

I think I'd like my lawyer now.

Well, this is madness.
This is just madness.

It's temporary.
We just need to find out the truth.

Now, can anyone else access your
apartment? Does anyone have keys?

Well, Alicia, the housekeeper.

Yeah, but she's been with us
for 15 years.

And there's a security system.

Even if someone had a key,
the alarm would go off.

Have you noticed anyone out of
the ordinary in the building lately?

A maintenance worker, delivery man?

Anyone that could've been
casing the place?

No, no, no, no, nothing.

(SIGHS)

CASTLE: Thanks. I'll be here.

Hey.

Hey.

Castle, whoever is behind this,

whatever is going on,
I will figure this out, I promise.

I know.

In the meantime,
you have some visitors.

ALEXIS: Dad?
MARTHA: Oh...

Oh, Richard!

Oh, darling.

What?

Tech just finished
with Castle's computer.

Parts of it had been wiped,
just like Tessa's.

Were they able to recover anything?

They found a file that he had deleted.

It was a story concept about
how to commit the perfect m*rder.

Beckett, the character gets away with it

by staging a crime scene so bizarre

the cops can't see
he's hiding right under their noses.

ESPOSITO: It was like a dry run
on paper,

all the way down to the weird symbol
that we found on the victim's forehead.

RYAN: They found something else
on his drive.

Emails. Dozens of them.

Between Castle and the victim.

ESPOSITO: Beckett,

they had been having an affair.

(VOICE BREAKING)
They started up about eight weeks ago,

according to those emails.

He met her
after one of his book signings

and he asked her out for coffee
and that was a...

It was just a couple of weeks
after we started seeing each other.

Oh, sweetie.

He told her that
he needed to keep it a secret,

because he was with someone else.

And then when he tried to break it off
about a week ago,

she threatened
to go and tell his girlfriend.

He offered to come over
to her apartment to talk things through.

And that was the night of the m*rder.

He had motive.

What did Castle say
when you talked to him?

He said that the emails were faked.

He said he never wrote that story
and that he was being framed.

You should have seen him, Lanie.

He looked like a little boy,
he was so scared.

I know him, Lanie.

He is an immature, egotistical,

self-centered jackass sometimes,
but he's not this.

Are you sure?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

They say dogs can smell fear.

Did you know that
some humans can as well?

You reek of it.

Tyson.

I prefer 3XK.

How long has it been

since I left you and Detective Ryan
in that motel room?

Somebody? Help!
Somebody, I need some help in here!

They can't hear you.

Or see you.

I'm afraid I'm much more
thorough than that.

You did this. You k*lled Tessa.

She's not my type.
I prefer blondes, remember?

Here's a much more believable story.

You k*lled Tessa.

It practically writes itself.

After all, you commit m*rder every day
in your mind for your books.

It's not hard to imagine that
you'd eventually cross the line.

Why are you doing this, Tyson?

Four years, Castle.

I gave up four years of my life

planning the perfect vanishing act,

so that the cops
would stop looking for me,

so that I could begin again,
could begin k*lling again.

So that I could taste that fear again.

Four years.

You ruined it.

Well, if it's revenge you wanted,
why not just k*ll me?

Where's the fun in that?

No, no, no. It's more fun to destroy you.

Why do you think I let you live
that night in the motel?

People think it's k*lling that I like,
but m*rder is just an act.

It's all about the anticipation,
the planning.

Watching you and your daughter
taking a walk.

You and Beckett making love.

Standing in your living room,

being inside your life,

knowing that I'm going
to take it all away from you.

That's what I like.

You won't get away with this.

Oh, please.

What are you going to do? You're
gonna tell them that I came here?

You think that they're gonna believe
the lies of a desperate man?

Beckett will.

Even if she does,
she can't save you. There's no time.

When the DA files charges tomorrow,

they're gonna send you
to Central Booking. The Tombs.

I have people waiting for you.

You will not last the night.

And that'll be her punishment.

Believing that you're innocent
and not being able to stop it.

It'll haunt her for the rest of her life.

Lucky for you, you'll be dead.

(DOOR CLATTERS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

BECKETT: We went through
the surveillance footage

from last night.

There's no evidence that
Jerry Tyson was in the station,

and there is no evidence that
the system had been tampered with.

Beckett, I swear to you, he was here.

Castle...

No, I know. I sound crazy.

A desperate story from
a desperate man, just like he wanted.

You're right, it does sound desperate.

But it's the first time that
this story has made sense.

You believe me?

I never stopped.

He's going to k*ll me, Kate.

I can't run. I can't hide.

What am I supposed to do?

I'm telling you, it's the Triple k*ller.

Strangulation, misdirects,
planting evidence, it's Tyson's MO.

3XK targeted multiple victims.

Always women, never men.
So why the change?

Revenge. That's the only thing that
explains everything.

No, not everything.
Not that video of Castle.

Yeah, actually, it might.

Tyson did something similar
in the Russo case.

Used a double for the cameras
to throw us off.

Sir, the DA's already filed charges.

They're gonna send him
to Central Booking today.

We know that we can prove this,
we just need more time.

You want the DA's office to do what?

All we're asking for is a delay
until we can sort all this out.

No. What you're asking for

is preferential treatment
for a m*rder suspect.

You want to sort this out,
you sort it out after he's arraigned.

No, I don't think you understand.
There's not going to be an after.

If it's his safety you're concerned about,

we're prepared to put him
in protective custody.

Do you have any idea
who you're dealing with?

Do you even know what Jerry Tyson
has proven himself capable of?

Who do you think met with the families
of his victims

and held their hands when he slipped
through your fingers, Detective?

I'm very aware
of what 3XK is capable of.

Then you should know that your
protective custody isn't worth a damn.

If he wants to k*ll Castle,
he's gonna find a way to do it.

Captain Gates, aside from

your unsubstantiated claim
from a m*rder suspect,

can you offer the DA's office

one shred of evidence
of 3XK's involvement?

Not at this time.

Then we're done here.

I've spent some time in Central.
I've seen the Tombs.

The way they stack bodies
in those cells, if there's a bounty

on Castle's head,
protective custody ain't gonna do jack.

That's assuming Tyson paid off
a prisoner. It could be a guard.

So we can't protect him, not there.

We have to stop that transfer.

We need evidence
that 3XK was involved.

Yeah, but we've got nothing to go on.

Okay, to pull this off,
he needed access to Castle's loft.

So get teams over there
and tear that place apart.

Find me a fingerprint,
a hidden microphone,

a broken window jamb,
anything that puts him there.

Tessa was seeing someone.
If it wasn't Castle...

Then maybe it was Tyson.

Hit her office.
Look for files, schedules, client lists.

There's got to be something
that ties back to him.

Hey.

Just heard from the team
at Castle's loft.

Nothing yet.

So it's gonna happen
just like Tyson said, huh?

I'm not going to be able to save him
in time.

We're not done yet.

Jav,

how secure is Holding?

Whoa, you're not even
thinking about that.

We're talking about his life.
We can't let them take him.

Are you crazy? It would never work.
You'll never even get out of Holding.

- Tyson did it.
- Because nobody was looking for him.

He had weeks to plan it,
maybe even longer.

I know how you feel about the guy.

I love him, too.
But there's nothing we can do.

GATES: Beckett.

They're here.

This is so much less fun
than the other night at your place.

Do you remember the first time
you handcuffed me?

We were
at the New York Public Library.

Remember how angry you were that
I wouldn't stop investigating that case?

Yeah, I remember.

What I wouldn't give to be there now.

Castle,

this isn't over.

I promise you I will get you out.

It's okay.

Whatever happens, it's okay.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry. I don't need sorry.

I need to find this son of a bitch
and put him in the ground.

Detective Beckett?

What?

We're here to transport one of yours
to Central. A Richard Castle?

Yes, I'm looking at the transfer order
right here.

No, the paperwork says that
the badge number was 871324.

No. Are you sure?

Central Booking says he never arrived.
They don't know where in the hell he is.

Yeah, right. Okay.

The badge numbers
on the paperwork don't exist.

They were imposters.

It's gotta be Tyson. He set this up.

He isn't gonna have Castle k*lled.
He's gonna k*ll him himself.

Well, the DA's calling it
a prisoner escape.

They've issued an APB
and instructed me to begin a manhunt.

What? They think Castle did this?

Well, as far as they're concerned,
he's well-connected,

knows our procedure
and has substantial resources.

ESPOSITO: That's ridiculous.

You two keep working the Tyson angle.
I've got this.

Resources.

You believe that?

Branding Castle a fugitive

when he's probably being held c*ptive
by a serial k*ller?

So, what's our next...

...move?

(SIGHS) Thank God you're okay.

Thank God
you understood my message.

First time that I cuffed you. What you
wouldn't give to be back there now.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

I knew I couldn't call once I left.

Castle, how did you do it?

- How did you escape?
- I got a great lawyer.

Come on.

Someone owed me a favor.
The less you know, the better.

But the good news is I'm still alive.

The DA has branded you a fugitive.

Every cop in New York
is looking for you.

Yes, well, they won't be the only ones
after the 5:00 news.

By now they've tagged my phone,
my house, my accounts.

I'm not going to last long out here.
We have to act quickly.

I've got teams at your place
looking for any trace of Tyson.

Ryan is wading through paperwork
at Tessa's office

to see if there's a connection.

Well, that could take weeks.
I think I've got something better.

Sitting in Holding, I kept thinking,
"How could he possibly pull this off?

"How could he get video of me
buying those earrings?"

And then it hit me.

"Broadway Casting"?

You want someone to play a role,
you cast it.

Look at this notice from four months
ago by a celebrity lookalike firm.

Private book club party?

Look who they're looking for.

"James Patterson, Stephen King,
J.K. Rowling..."

And me.

WOMAN: Yeah, we placed that ad.

Sent a couple of headshots
over to the client's P.O. Box,

but never heard back.

Shoo.

- Uh... Could I get the address?
- Sure.

And did you send over
any Richard Castles?

Let me check.

- Just one.
- Great.

We'll need his information as well.

Okay. Thanks.

So the P.O. Box
the agency sent the headshots to

was paid for in cash
and rented for a month.

The owners gave no forwarding
address. It's a dead end.

Tyson might be a dead end,
but Richard Castle isn't.

Look, it's me.

Yeah, people come up sometimes
asking me to sign your books.

So I figured I'd submit.

But I never heard back.

You know, uh, now that I'm up close,
I really don't see it.

Uh... So, is this you?

Yeah. That was for a reality show
on store security.

It was an odd gig.
They sent me in to buy earrings.

And was this man involved somehow?

He looks a little
like the show's producer.

You wouldn't happen to have
his contact information, would you?

What do you mean he's with you?
How did he escape?

Espo, not now. I need an address.

All right. Well, the address
for the show's producer

is another dead P.O. Box,
and the phone number's defunct.

Okay, what about his paycheck?

Well, I talked to the bank

and the corporate account
that cut the check is closed,

and the corporate contact,
Joseph Vacher,

well, doesn't seem to exist.

Yeah, he exists all right.
Or at least he used to.

Joseph Vacher was a famous French
serial k*ller from the late 1800s.

So he's got a sense of humor.

Have any other checks been written
from that corporate account?

(KE YBOARD KE YS CLICK)

Yeah. Cut to a Kurtzman Insurance.

Tessa worked for them.

So, there's no mention of Vacher
in her policy files,

but there was an entry in her calendar.

Yeah, here it is. Six weeks ago.
Site visit with a "J.V."

Well, that's him. Has to be.

Did she write anything else with it?
A phone number, emails, an address?

No phone number,
but there is an address.

Maybe where they went for the site visit.

Looks like it's in northern Manhattan,
near the bridge.

Castle, he was posing as a building
owner looking for insurance.

He probably found an empty property.
Could be worth a look.

Kev, hook up with Espo
and meet us there.

- (INAUDIBLE)
- You got it.

Someone saw the news. We gotta go.

Owner says it's unoccupied.
Hasn't been a tenant for nearly a year.

Then who's up there?

Could be someone
or could be just a light.

- Did you just see that?
- All right, guys. Let's move. Come on.

It was nothing. Just a sheet.

You guys! Over here.

RYAN: Once he'd obtained
Castle's print from his loft,

he used a binding agent,
some rubber cement

to build a latex model of his fingerprint.

Surveillance photos.
Architectural plans from Castle's loft.

A precinct map, including the locations
of all of our video cameras.

He orchestrated everything,
right down to the last detail.

He even implicated Kurtzman
to make it look like

Castle was covering his tracks.

I don't get it. Why go through all this
just to set you up?

Because death only takes a moment.

The preparation and pageantry,
that's what he loves.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Well, Mr. Castle,
it looks like you're off the hook.

I've spoken to the DA
and they'll be dropping all charges.

Thank you, sir.

For this at least.

There's still the matter
of your escape from custody.

However, under the circumstances,

I'm pretty sure you can negotiate down
to time served.

Detective, why don't you take him down
to the station and start the paperwork?

Yo.

So the tactical teams have searched
the whole building. No sign of him.

When CSU finishes, fall back
and put the building under surveillance.

And what if he's already seen us
and he doesn't come back?

Every cop in this city is looking for him.
He won't get far.

(HORN BLOWING)

(BELLS DINGING)

(MOTOR WHIRRING)

You okay?

Yeah.

Just finding that stuff of Tyson's.
Seems lucky.

Yeah, well,
sometimes luck is all you need.

He can't hide now. We'll find him.

Thank you.

For what?

Believing in me.

I mean, given my reputation, my history,

when you saw those emails,
it would've been real easy not to.

Yeah, well, things have never been
easy between you and me.

Maybe that's what makes it
all worthwhile...

(LOUD THUD)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

It's Tyson! Castle, get down!

(GRUNTS)

Okay. Come here.

- Castle! I got your girl!
- (BECKETT GROANS)

Are you watching?
I want you to see this.

You think I'd let you live?
After everything you've done?

Castle! Come on, I want you to watch.

I want you to watch as I take her life.

Over here.

- (GROANS)
- (g*nshots)

(WATER SPLASHES)

(PANTING)

- (SIRENS WAILING)
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

MAN: Water's pretty murky.
Haven't seen anything yet.

They still haven't found the body.

They won't. He's not dead.

Castle, what are you saying?

This was never about me.
This was about him.

Those initials in her datebook,
he's not that careless.

He wanted us to find that place.

He wanted us on this bridge.

Tessa's m*rder, the frame up,
all of it was to get us here

so we could help him do
what he couldn't do for himself.

Disappear, so he can start k*lling again.

You think he planned this?

How does a wanted man
stop being wanted?

It has to be public. It has to be final.

Do you know how crazy that sounds?

No one's gonna be
looking for him anymore.

You sh*t him. He's dead. It's over.

For now.