06x11 - Under Fire

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(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Ripped By mstoll

Jenny?

Kate! Oh, thank God!

Um, have you heard from Kevin?

No, I haven't. Have you?

No. I've been calling him
to test our system,

and he's not answering
and I'm freaking out a little bit.

Um, do you have any idea where he is?

Kate? Kate, are you there?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

What's going on?

Where's Kevin?

Jenny, I need you to stay calm,
okay? Something's happened.

Crime scene at a fire?
Never done one of these before.

After this, you might not want to.

The building was being rehabbed,

so the place was supposed to be empty.

Guess our victim didn't get that memo.

Do we know who our victim is?

- Uh, no...
- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

Oh, oh! Oh, my God.

Oh, my God! It's Jenny. It's go time.

Hi, Jenny. Are you
having contractions? Are you...

Oh.

No. No, it's good
to double-check if my phone's working.

Or triple-check. Okay.
All right, sweetie. Talk to you soon.

- (LAUGHS)
- False alarm.

What is she,
two days past her due date?

Three. So it could happen at any minute.

Can you believe it? Me as a dad?

- No, Ryan, you're gonna be great.
- (SIGHS)

You guys pick a name?

No, we couldn't agree on one,

so we're waiting to see
if it's a boy or girl and then decide.

May I suggest (WHISPERS) "Cosmo"?

No, you may not.

And rather than pick a name for my kid,

you should pick a date for your wedding.

Pick a date for my wedding? I was
planning on bringing her.

Really? When is that?
I might have plans.

Oh.

MAN: Hey.

I'm Mark Kimball, Building and Safety.

Do you guys really need to be in here?

It's where our crime scene is.

Ah. Well, don't
stay any longer than you have to.

Fire did structural damage.
I need to clear the building.

We should be in and out.

- Okay.
- BECKETT: Thanks.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

BECKETT: So, do we know
who the victim is?

Nope. If the dude
had a wallet, it was b*rned to a crisp.

Even if he was
a dude. It's even hard to tell that.

I see what you mean.

Actually, he is a dude. Which is about
all I can tell you right now.

Is that a b*llet hole?

Probably a.9. So needless to say,

this wasn't from natural causes.

WOMAN: Neither was the fire.

RYAN: This is Lieutenant Delia Burton.

She's a fire investigator with FDNY.

Detective Beckett, Mr. Castle.

Nice to meet you. So this was arson?

Well, it's looking that way.

I found miniscule
traces of accelerant at the flashpoint.

So the k*ller set the fire
to cover up the m*rder?

Except there's no
accelerant on the body,

and the fire's flashpoint
is deep in the building.

Normally when
you're disposing of a body,

you're gonna make sure it burns.

So maybe our victim
surprised the arsonist.

And the arsonist k*lled him,
silencing him as a witness?

That's how it looks to me.

Then again, homicide's
not my specialty.

No. Uh, but fire is.

Would you mind keeping me in the loop

in case you find anything else?

Sure. As soon as I know
what happened, so will you.

(BUILDING CREAKS)

Whoa! What was that?

The building.
You guys should probably go.

Sounds good. See ya.

(SIGHS)

I'm marrying him.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Uh, why don't we
just look into whoever owns this place?

See if they know
who might have been in here.

Right.

I have no idea who he is.

Wasn't nobody supposed to be in there
on account of the renovation.

Maybe the guy was
a bum or a squatter or something.

But, hey, you know,
human life, still a tragedy, right?

Mr. Turino, let's talk about why no one

was there, not even a security guard.

Wasn't your building
basically abandoned

after you stopped
renovations three months ago?

Due to cash-flow problems?

Who are you again?

Just someone who
couldn't help but notice

your bank required
high levels of insurance on that building

as a condition of granting you the loan.

So?

So a total-Ioss insurance claim would

solve all of your cash-flow problems.

Right. The downside
being, you'll go to prison for m*rder.

Are you kidding me? I wouldn't burn
down my own building, okay?

Somebody else must've done it.

Tell me, Mr. Turino,
are you involved in organized crime?

I take offense to that.
Just because I'm Italian, I'm in the mob?

No, I think you are in the mob

because you're a known member
of the Maneri crime family

and you also have convictions in
racketeering, fraud, as*ault...

Yeah, okay, okay. I moved on.
I'm out of the life now.

It was my dream to rehab that building

and flip it, and retire to Boca.

Now that dream? It's up in smoke.

- Yo, Beckett.
- Yeah.

So Art Turino's alibi checks out.

He was at the
Pink Palace gentlemen's club last night,

stuffing G-strings
from 8:00 p.m. To 4:00 a.m.

But that doesn't mean he's in the clear.

Turino wouldn't do this himself.

I'll see if anyone he's been hanging

with has any connection to arson.

Okay, I'll grab Castle. We'll see

if Lanie's got anything new on our vic.

Still no ID and he's
not in any missing persons report.

We get a match on the b*llet?

It's not in the system.

But the cause of death
was definitely a GSW to the head.

No smoke in the lungs, so he was

already dead before the fire got going.

Well, beats getting roasted alive.

I'm right there with you.

Also he was healthy,
muscular, his teeth were in good shape.

So he probably wasn't homeless.

Plus, he had great medical care.

How can you tell?

He had a fractured leg that was
splinted with metal plates and screws.

Quality work, too.

- Can the plate be traced?
- I'm already on it.

DELIA: Was it the left leg?

Anterior femur, midway down?

That's right. How did you know?

I know who he is.

He's a fire investigator
named Blake McCann.

He was my partner.

Okay. Got it, Lane.

So, dental records confirm that

our victim is Blake McCann.

I'm very sorry.

He was a good man.
Most decent person I ever knew.

Do you know of anyone in his life

that would've wanted to hurt him?

Just the person who left this.

I found it at the fire scene.

What is it?

This pattern is made by accelerant.

From the staining pattern,
probably benzoyl peroxide,

squeezed from a tube.

Blake found the same pattern
in 10 other b*rned buildings.

So it's a signature?

Of a serial arsonist.

Blake has been
hunting this guy for years.

It's how he spent every spare minute.

In fact, he had just taken

some vacation days to work the case.

When I found this symbol, I called him.

He didn't call me back. I, uh...

I just had an awful feeling.

Did he know who the arsonist
is? Did he have any suspects?

Not that he ever told me.

He just called him the Phantom

because he seemed
to be able to slip in and out of buildings

without people ever noticing.

Until now, maybe.

Well, that's gotta be it, right?

I mean, Blake went in that building
because he was after the guy.

And that's who k*lled him.

BECKETT: It's too soon
to know. But it's a place to start.

Now, we're gonna need
copies of his case files

linked to the arsonist.

Well, he took a bunch
of 'em home with him.

I'll have detectives pick them up.

The rest are at the office.
I'll get them over to you.

Great.

So, I talked to Blake McCann's
co-workers, his ex-wife.

And if he's got any enemies,
I am not finding them.

CASTLE: Leaving us with the Phantom.

Can you please
not call him that? It just... It sounds silly.

Sillier than the Arsonist?
Which starts with "arse"?

At least with the Phantom,
he's got some mystique.

He doesn't deserve mystique.
He's a m*rder*r.

Yeah, but k*lling
is not a part of his usual M.O.

Until now, all the
buildings he torched were empty.

Okay. All right.
So what else do they have in common?

Not much. All the buildings were older,

but some were residential,
some were office buildings.

There were two in Manhattan,
and the rest in

Brooklyn and in Queens.

Were they insured?

A couple of them, but not all of them.

So it probably was not arson for hire.

Which means he's doing this for himself.

He's burning these
buildings to satisfy an inner need.

And, like a serial k*ller, there's a reason

why he chooses the buildings he does.

There's a pattern or something.

Ooh!

- What?
- Entry from three days ago.

McCann wrote down a name,
"Adam Ferguson."

- ESPOSITO: Clear.
- RYAN: Clear.

I'd say someone besides us

is interested in Blake McCann.

Yeah, looks like
this place was tossed after he was k*lled.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

That the arsonist sh*t him and then

got worried McCann left a paper trail.

He came here searching for any files

or evidence that would point to him.

Maybe our perp tossed the place

because he couldn't find them.

But McCann had no reason
to hide those files.

They'd be out on a table,

a desk or a nightstand.

Wait.

McCann's car. Wasn't in the driveway.

Or in the garage.

He probably drove it
to that building before he was k*lled.

It could still be down there.

Yeah. With those files in it.

BECKETT: Here it is. Adam Ferguson.

And Blake McCann helped put him away

on multiple arson counts.

He got out of prison five years ago.

Which, by wild coincidence,

is right about the same time

those buildings started getting torched.

Not only that, but check this out.

Look at who Blake called on his cell
the day before he was k*lled.

Yeah, Blake McCann called me.

To talk about what?

Just a chat between friends.

Where were you last night between

9:00 and 1:00 a.m., Mr. Ferguson?

Why?

Because he was m*rder*d.
By an arsonist he was hunting.

Well, that's a real shame.

An arsonist not unlike yourself.

Matter of fact, one of his final acts

was to write down your name.

Not because I k*lled him.

It must've been the Phantom.
I don't know his real name.

How do you know about him at all?

Blake told me.

He called me, asked me to meet
him in some deli in the Village.

He was all stalled up about
catching this Phantom guy.

He asked for my help
and I said I'd give it to him.

Even though he put you in prison?

Blake paid me for my time.

Plus, uh, he let me
see some photos of the fires.

(CHUCKLES) So we
both got something out of the deal.

And what other wisdom
did you offer him?

Any idiot can
slosh gas around and light a match.

But this guy, he knew fire.
Knew how it spread.

See, buildings are just like people.

There's a weak spot.

A soft underbelly.

He would find it, use it.

Unleash an inferno
with barely any accelerant.

That is an artist.

So how did any of this help McCann?

I gave him some tips.

I told him he was looking for someone
who cases buildings carefully.

Visits them a few times before he strikes.

What else?

An artist like the Phantom,
he wants to admire his work.

It's not enough that he sets the fire.

He needs to feel the heat.

To listen to the music.

The roar of the flames, the moans

of the buildings as they give in.

That's what he lives for.

Which is why, with every fire he
sets, he is there watching.

GATES: What do you make of his story?

The staff at the deli where he
said he met with McCann

remember seeing them.

CASTLE: Look, there's no way to
really know what they talked about.

McCann could've accused him
of being the Phantom.

Maybe he is the Phantom.

We don't have anything that links him

to any of the arsons yet, so...

Dig into his alibi and associates,

see if you can find anything that's solid.

Okay.

One thing about his story that does
ring true on a character level

is about how the arsonist
watches his own fires.

Yeah, well, I've got unis
canvassing the fire scene

and checking into
all the security cameras in the area

for anyone that was hanging out.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Beckett.
- Yo.

Found McCann's car.
It was parked two blocks from the fire

and there was something inside.

Arson files?

Nah, looks like a couple of files
that he put together himself.

One's about the building
that he was b*rned up in.

What's the other one?

Give me that.

It's an old shoe
factory in Brooklyn, on Arcadia Lane.

Looks like it's been empty for five years.

You know, maybe those files
were on buildings

that McCann thought
were being targeted.

He was right about one of 'em.

Listen, Espo, we believe that

the arsonist cases
the buildings he burns.

So check that factory and see if anyone

suspicious has been seen inside.

We're on it.

Man, look at this
place. Fire would be an improvement.

Yeah.

Looks like no one's set foot in here
in years. It's pretty creepy.

- Hey!
- What?

Trust me, bro,
your ringer is all the way up.

I just wanna make sure.
Jenny might call me at any minute.

Pulling your phone out
isn't gonna make it happen any sooner.

You just need to chill.

And you know this from your vast

experience of having zero kids.

All right, you know
what? You're all emotional right now.

- So I'm gonna let that go.
- Mmm-hmm.

- (SIGHS)
- All right, let's get back.

There's nothing to see here.

Whoa, wait a minute.

Abandoned building
with a brand new lock?

(COCKS g*n)

(CHAIN CLATTERS)

NYPD. Anybody here?

- All clear.
- Clear.

What the hell?

Javi, these are blasting caps here.

And accelerants up the wazoo. Look.

(RYAN WHISTLES)

This isn't the arsonist's next
target. It's his workshop.

(ALARM BLARING)

We must've set off an alarm.

It's not an alarm. Get out! Get out now!

So I checked
the security cameras near the fire.

They were disabled.

Disabled how?

Someone used a can of spray
paint, mounted it on a pole

and blacked out the lenses of both

cameras just minutes before the fire.

That must've been the arsonist.
Maybe somebody saw them do it.

Can we canvass the area?

And by "we," I mean,
obviously somebody else.

What are you looking for?

Don't tell me. It's something completely

inappropriate for the workplace.

No. Not this time.

Uh, given that everyone uploads
everything to the Internet nowadays,

I thought I might see
if anyone else out there

took a video of that fire. And look.

If the arsonist was watching that
fire, he might be in this video.

Can you turn up the sound?

Yeah.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

That doesn't look right.

Seriously? A lot better
quality than a security camera.

No, babe, I'm talking
about the building. That fire just started.

Huh.

"Huh" what?

Fire department's not even there.

I mean, they're not on their
way. You can't hear the sirens.

So how did the cameraman know there
was a fire when nobody else did?

And listen to that.

He's not yelling for anyone to call
911. He's not saying anything.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

And look at the camera work. Very
smooth, steady. You don't think...

Yeah, I do.
This isn't just footage of the fire.

It was sh*t by the arsonist.

We have to track down
whoever posted that video.

Got you.

That won't be so easy.

Usually, there's a file embedded

in the video with data on the camera.

But it's been stripped out.

Can you tell where it was first uploaded?

TORY: Let me see.

Looks like the video got bounced

around the Net from site to site.

But this is where it started.

"Pyrolicious. Com." Really?

Wow. Okay.
A site that caters to fire fetishists.

I didn't even know there was a fire fetish.

The actual term is "pyrophilia."

Further proof that
the Internet has something for everyone.

(WHISPERS) I'm not gonna
ask how you knew that.

(IN NORMAL VOICE) So,
when did this video show up there?

About an hour after the fire was put out.

And who runs the site?

It's registered to a Milo Pavlik.

Does he have a record?

Oh, yeah. He b*rned down
his family house when he was 19.

Where do we find this Milo Pavlik?

Milo Pavlik, NYPD. Open up.

What? I... Hey, what are you doing?

Where did this video come from?

Listen, nothing I do here is illegal.

I simply provide
fire enthusiasts around the globe...

This fire was set by an arsonist.

Not to mention a m*rder*r.

So who sh*t this video? Was it you?

- No! What? It wasn't me.
- (CELL PHONE CHIMES)

- Then how'd it get up on your site?
- Sorry, it's a text.

I don't care.
How did it get up on your site?

I have a drop-box outside. People

leave stuff. It was on a USB drive.

It was quality material, so I uploaded it.

Who dropped it off?

I don't know. I have no idea.

That's very convenient. Now, did this

person ever provide any other material?

Oh, yeah, he has a real eye, this one.

- Sent me a few choice items.
- (CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Well, if it was someone else,
and they're submitting videos,

then he visits the site.

I'm gonna need the names
of all of your members

along with records
of site traffic over the past five years.

Pretty sure you need a warrant for that.

Not if you agree to cooperate,

- which I highly encourage you to do.
- (CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Hey, who the hell keeps texting?

It's a news alert. There's a three-alarm
fire going in Brooklyn.

Where in Brooklyn?

Uh, some factory on Arcadia Lane.

Oh, no.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Still no answer,
not from Ryan or Esposito.

Detective, are you sure they're inside?

Yeah, they were checking the building

in connection with an arson-homicide.

And they haven't called in yet.

You need to alert your rescue teams.

Detective, the building's fully involved.

I just had to pull out
the interior att*ck teams.

I can't send in a rescue
company until it's more contained.

Wait, more contained?

If my guys are in there,
I need you to bring them out.

If we could get in there, I would.

But there's been
a partial collapse inside.

I almost lost six of my guys.

We'll do everything we can, Detective,

but this building's
a fire storm, every floor.

If your guys were in there, I'm sorry,
they're probably already gone.

Chief?

Fire. What started it?

Shattered windows
and structural damage

indicate some kind of expl*si*n.

Maybe they weren't inside.

Their car's here and
they haven't called. They're inside.

I shouldn't have let them go in. Not
alone. I should've just...

There's no way you could've known that.

This isn't you. It's the arsonist.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's Jenny.

Why would she be calling you?

Maybe she's heard from them. Maybe
she knows that they're safe.

Jenny?

Kate! Oh, thank God! Um,
have you heard from Kevin?

No, I haven't. Have you?

No. I've been calling him
to test our system,

and he's not answering
and I'm freaking out a little bit.

Um, do you have any idea where he is?

Kate? Kate, are you there?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

What's going on?

Where's Kevin?

Jenny, I need you to stay calm,
okay? Something's happened.

REPORTER ON TV:
And as firefighters struggle

to bring the blaze under control,

we now have unconfirmed reports that

two NYPD detectives

were inside the building at
the time of the expl*si*n.

We'll be bringing
you live updates as the news comes in.

Sir, is it true?

GATES: We don't know.

What we do know is that
Detectives Ryan and Esposito

were investigating
that building for ties to a serial arsonist.

And it's possible
that the expl*si*n in that building

was deliberately set
by that same arsonist.

A man suspected in 10 other fires,

as well as the m*rder of a member

of the New York Fire Department.

And if it is true,

then this sick son of a bitch has just
added two of our own to his list.

On your desk, you will find copies

of all the files we have
on each one of these arsons.

Somewhere in there, there is a trail.

Somewhere in there,
there is a clue as to who he is.

And he needs to be brought to account.

(RUMBLING)

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

(METAL CREAKING)

Ryan!

Ryan!

(COUGHING)

Kevin!

Kevin, is that you?

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

You all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Ahh! I can't move. My legs are stuck.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

- It's too heavy.
- (GROANS)

It's an oven in here.
You should get out, man.

Not without you, partner.

- (DISTANT CRASHING)
- (GASPS)

Last thing I remember
is the floor giving way.

How far do you think we fell?

At least two floors.

Ah.

- He must've rigged this place.
- (COUGHS)

Probably to destroy any
evidence in case it was found.

Yeah. Including us.

- Not if I can help it.
- (COUGHING)

- You ready?
- Yeah.

All right. Here we go.

(GRUNTING)

They're smart. They're survivors.

If there's a safe place
inside that building,

they may have found it.
They may still be alive.

Yeah, but for how long?

The two folders in McCann's car.

He knew that this building
was next. How?

Somehow he must've figured out
the arsonist's pattern.

Which means there is a pattern.

And if he figured it out, so can we.

Move back!
Everybody back! Move back!

What's going on?

This building's gone.
We have to move to a defensive att*ck.

The other structures are in danger.

You're just giving up?

No, our teams just went through the

other buildings. They're tinderboxes.

If we don't hold
the line, we could lose the whole block.

Kate!

- (GRUNTING)
- (GROANS)

That ceiling's gonna
give way at any minute.

You need to get out of here, okay?

Shut up. I'm trying to save your life.

(LAUGHING)

(GROANS)

ESPOSITO: Here we go.

(ESPOSITO GRUNTING)

(PANTING) Hold on. Hold on.

Yeah.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

(GRUNTS)

Ahh! Go, go, go, go, go, go!

(PANTING)

I'm okay. I'm okay.

- Can you walk?
- Give me a hand.

I'm kind of okay.

(GRUNTS) Come on.

(GROANING)

- How's it feel?
- Well, I can stand.

Where are we?

ESPOSITO: Looks like some
kind of sub-basement.

I don't see any doors.

Look.

Looks like that was our way out.

Yeah, I don't think
we wanted to go up anyway.

(COUGHS)

Well, we're not gonna
get out without help.

(EXHALES) My phone's
busted from the fall. What about you?

Uh... Yeah, I got nothing.

All right, well, as big as this thing is,

Fire Department's gotta be out
there. They gotta be on the scene.

Yeah. We should
let 'em know that we're down here.

Yeah.

Yo!

Anybody hear us? Down here!

Anybody up there?

Hey!

Down here!

Hey! Down here!

Fire's too loud. They can't hear us.

I got an idea.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- Maybe the sound will carry up.
- Yeah.

Let 'em know we're down here.

Down here! Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Down here! Anybody!

Hey!

ESPOSITO: Come on! Hey!

RYAN: Hey!

- Down here! Hey!
- Hey!

Stop.

What?

(EXHALES) They can't hear us.

We can't just quit, man.

Gotta save our strength.

For what?
Nobody knows we're down here.

It's only a matter of time before the fire

sucks all the oxygen out of the room.

Gotta be some way out of here.

Or some other way of letting them
know that we're down here.

Yeah? Like what?

I don't know. Something.

Yeah.

Well, unless you have an oxygen t*nk,

a pair of wings, and a Nomex suit,

we're gonna cook.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah. (BREATHING HEAVILY)

(COUGHS)

Maybe not.

What do you mean,
they're pulling back?

According to the IC,
the building is structurally compromised

and they can't get their men in.

At this point, they don't feel that

it's a rescue operation anymore.

It's a recovery.

Okay, Detective.
Let me know if you hear anything more.

Yes, sir.

- Anything?
- No.

According to McCann's file,
the building was condemned.

But there's nothing here to indicate
why it was the next target.

Beckett! She was at
the police barricades.

Jenny, you shouldn't be here.

The hell I shouldn't.
My husband's in there. (GASPS)

What's going on?

She's having contractions.

You're in labor?

LANIE: How far apart?

Five minutes maybe.

Whoa, no. She can't.
We gotta get you to a hospital.

Medic! Over here.
This woman's in labor.

No. I'm not leaving. Not without Kevin.

Jenny, there's nothing you can do here.

He's inside, Kate.

And if he doesn't make
it out, if this is it, I need to be here.

Let me at least get you
inside of an ambulance.

You need to lie down so we can make
sure that everything is okay.

Okay. But I'm not leaving without him.

Okay.

I can't believe this is happening.

This is like some kind of a dream.

(EXHALES) I just keep waiting to
wake up and it's like I can't do anything.

It's like there's nothing we can do.

All we can do is to be here for them.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Beckett.

(STATIC)

Hello?

(COUGHS) Beckett,
Beckett, can you hear me?

(STATIC) Beckett?
Beckett, can you hear me. Beckett?

Ryan?

Ryan, is that you?

Yeah! It's me, Beckett.

Listen, that building that we went into,

it wasn't just
the next arson target. It was his lair.

He rigged it to blow
and now we're trapped inside.

The whole place is in flames.

Yes! I know, Ryan. We're right outside.

We've got the whole
Fire Department here.

(VOICE BREAKS) We thought
you guys were dead.

(BUILDING CREAKS)

Well, we will be soon
if we don't get some help.

Exactly where in the building are you?

Some kind of a sub-basement
mechanical room

about 20 feet down from the main floor.

There's no windows, no doors.

- This doesn't make any sense.
- Why?

According to these plans,
this building has a slab foundation.

There is no basement area.

Well, I don't know what to tell you, pal.

We're in some kind of basement.

So there's something's wrong
with your frigging plans.

They're alive?

Yeah, but they're in an unmapped

portion of the building, a sub-basement.

The fire crews can't get to them.

We need to find
them another way out of that room.

What makes you think
there's another way out?

The arsonist set the expl*sives to go off

to eradicate all evidence
if he was ever found.

But what if someone discovered him

while he was still in the building?

He'd need a way out.

I think there's a reason that

sub-basement isn't
on the building plans.

I think the arsonist doctored those plans.

What makes you think that?

Ryan said when
they found the workspace,

it was right next to an open airshaft.

That airshaft ran
all the way down to the sub-basement.

You think it's an escape route?

If the cops were to raid this place,

and they're covering the front
and the back of the building,

where's he gonna go?

To the one room that isn't on their plans.

Then he blows the place,
and everyone thinks he's been k*lled.

What better way to cover his
tracks than disappear in a fire?

But it only works
if there's another way out of that room.

And the only one to know that
would be our arsonist.

We need to find him.

Sir, I've got something.

I went back through
the Pyrolicious website.

Six of their videos
are of fires attributed to our arsonist.

Each was uploaded to the site shortly
after the buildings b*rned.

But here's the interesting part.

One website member logged in and
viewed each of these videos

just minutes after
they were posted. But only these videos.

That's him. He's checking out his
work. What's this member's name?

I don't have his real
name. Just a username. Firebug 4-4-7.

- Who is he?
- I don't know.

The man has an account
on your website.

You charge your users.
How can you not know?

He paid with a cashier's check,

back when I was offering
a lifetime membership. He mailed it in.

- You're lying.
- I swear.

I only know his username,
Firebug 4-4-7.

You listen to me.

I've got two officers about to burn.

Now if you know anything
about this man, you are gonna tell me,

or I will bury you
as an accessory to m*rder.

We'd chat sometimes. Over IM.

What would he say?

We'd talk about fire. How buildings burn.

Did he say anything
that could help us identify who he is?

No. I'd sometimes ask.

But he was careful.

He did once say why he did it.

He said he couldn't deal
with the suffering.

That sometimes
sick and dying buildings need to burn

to be put out of their misery.

And you're sure
you don't see another way out?

If there is, it's covered by debris.

Any idea where that way out might be?

Castle's on with the phone
with the Building Department.

He's trying to get a hold
of the original blueprints.

We're assuming there even is a way out.

We're giving this guy
more credit than he deserves.

(EXHALES) We're both getting sleepy.
The carbon monoxide's building up.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Ryan, you listen to me.

You need to hang on, okay?
They're coming for you.

I appreciate the pep talk,

but we both know the fire's too hot

and they don't know where to look.

No. Ryan.

We're gonna lose
the phone soon, Beckett,

so, there's something I need you to do.

(LABORED BREATHING)

Jenny.

What? What is it?

- It's him.
- It's Kevin?

Is it you? It's really you?

Yeah. Yeah, it's me, beautiful.

Thank God!

Where are you? The baby's coming.

I'm inside.

Inside...

RYAN: Hon,

I'm sorry. I know I promised, but

(CLEARS THROAT)
I'm not gonna be there.

(VOICE BREAKS) Don't say that.

Please don't say that.

RYAN: Sorry.

(GROANS)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

I love you more than anything.

Remember that. Always remember that.

(SOBBING) Kevin, please.
No. Don't leave me.

(CHUCKLES) I don't want to.

We need a name. For the baby.
We need to do that together.

If it's a boy,

"Javier."

JENNY: (SNIFFLING) And if it's a girl?

"Sarah Grace," after your grandmother.

I love you so much, Kevin. I love you.

RYAN: I love you, too... (STATIC)

Kevin?

Kevin? Kevin?

(SOBBING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

"Javier"?

You're gonna name
a white Irish kid "Javier"?

What? You're gonna bust on me now

for being sentimental?

Figure it's my last chance.

(LAUGHING)

(EXHALES) No. No. No.
We're getting out of here.

There's a way out
and we're gonna find it.

I'm not leaving Jenny. I'm not leaving

my baby without a dad. All right?

Hey. Hey! Javi.

No, no, no. Javi!

No. No, no!
Don't you dare fall asleep on me.

Don't you dare, Javi! Javi!

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I don't wanna do this,
Lanie. Not without him.

- I know, baby.
- Ooh!

- I know. I'm here. I'm here.
- Mmm...

Contractions are
two minutes apart. It's coming.

(GROANS)

We're gonna do it here. Together. Okay?

JENNY: Ow!

Detective!

We may have caught a break.

According to Milo Pavlik,
our arsonist picked his targets

because the buildings
were "sick and dying"

and "needed to be
put out of their misery."

So I went back through the files,

all of the building inspector reports,

and he was right. Each of the
targeted buildings had issues.

Structural defects, wiring problems, rot.

Okay, but how did our guy know that?

He didn't just case the buildings.

He spent time inside.

I think that's what Blake
discovered. How he got onto this place.

Do you have those
files that Ryan and Esposito found?

Yeah. Right here.

The building
inspection reports, who signed them?

CASTLE: Uh, Mark Kimball.

(EXHALES)

All of these files, each one, they
have one thing in common.

The building inspector
was Mark Kimball.

That's how he got inside the
buildings, operated without being seen.

It was his job.

Which means he had access
to the Building Department.

That's how he was able to change

building plans without anyone knowing.

CASTLE: If he's the arsonist,
we have to find him.

Oh, God. He's here.

Kimball, don't move.

The basement. Is there a way out?

Is there?

I don't know what you're talking about.

The hell you don't.

Is there a way out?

Those guys in there,
they are my friends.

If they die, you die.

What's it gonna be?

It's your choice.

(BUILDING CREAKING)

(FIREMAN GRUNTING)

Rescue Seven, status?

(STATIC)

Rescue Seven, do you have them?

(STATIC)

Rescue Seven, are they alive?

There!

(COUGHING)

Espo! Espo.

You scared us, man. You scared us.

Ryan! Hey.

- You smell great!
- Thanks.

(EXHALES)

Where's Jenny?

(BABY CRYING)

Kevin! You're alive!

LANIE: Javi! Thank God!

RYAN: Beautiful.

You're both beautiful.

Kevin,

I'd like you to meet Sarah Grace.