06x21 - Law & Boarder

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H-O-I-V-L.

Hoilv.

Vlohi.

Hovil! No.

That's not a word, either.

Did you seriously stay up

staring at this Scrabble board
all night instead of going to bed?

With these five remaining tiles,

I have to craft a word
scoring nine points.

Then I turn defeat into victory.

Oh, my gosh.

Did you really b*at Dad at Scrabble?

I concede nothing.
Except that I need more coffee.

That is quite an accomplishment,
young lady.

Nobody beats him, ever.

Yeah. He's mentioned that.
Repeatedly.

How the mighty have fallen.

"Richard Castle. One word short."
I cannot allow this to be my epitaph.

I saw that.

Beckett.

Okay, I'll admit defeat. Thanks.
Because I love you.

You're letting me win
after I already won.

Under the condition that
we have a rematch tonight.

Oh, wow. Now you're dictating
the terms of surrender.

Take it or leave it, please.

- Hey!
- Hey. So, what happened here?

Well, according to our witness,
our victim, one Logan Moore

was hauling ass on a skateboard,
with a guy on a motorcycle chasing him.

Sounds like a scene
from an action movie.

Yeah, I know.

Especially when the biker
started sh**ting

and Logan crashed through
that window right there.

Anything about our victim
that'll explain what happened?

Not yet. Just that he's 21,
has a California driver's license.

About all we got at this point.

So, this biker... Was our witness
able to give a description?

Our witness
is royally wasted.

All he knows is that,
sometime between 3:00 and 4:00,

it was Death Race 2000 out here.

The evidence backs him up, too.

CSU found fresh tire tracks
in that dirt over there.

They're making casts as we speak.

So either this is the worst case
of road rage ever,

or someone was hell-bent
on k*lling Logan Moore. But why?

And why was he out skateboarding
between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m.?

Well, if he needed some fresh air,
he got some.

By way of three holes in his back
from 9 mm hollow points.

So, no eyes on the sh**t. There's no
security cam coverage in this area.

Our victim's from out of town,

so he had to have been
staying somewhere.

Did you find a hotel key or a receipt?

Well, we did find this key
hung around his neck.

And this scrap of paper in his pocket.
It's a West Village address.

You and Esposito check that out.

Castle and I will see
what we can find out about our victim.

Can you just hang on for one second?
Sorry.

Hey, Lanie, were you able to schedule
the fitting for your dress?

Absolutely. And the dress that
you picked out for me is gorgeous.

It's the right mix of elegant and saucy.

Well, I had to do right
by my maid of honor.

- Okay, I gotta go. I'll see you.
- Okay, all right.

- Hey, Lanie.
- Hey.

So, did we hear right?
Are you Beckett's maid of honor?

Yeah, she asked me the other day.

Do you have any idea
who Castle's best man is?

First, "Congratulations, Lanie."
Oh! Thank you.

Second, I don't know
if he's picked anyone yet.

You really think it's one of you?

You two.

The reality of it is, is that
Castle is friends with famous people,

like James Patterson
and Stephen King.

Who?

Come on, man. You really think Castle
wants one of those guys

standing beside him
when he ties the knot?

You know, maybe you're right.

Castle has spent practically every day
in the precinct for the past few years.

Why wouldn't he ask one of us
to be his best man?

Why wouldn't he pick me
to be his best man, is what you mean.

Javi, I'm the obvious choice. If you
can't see it, I can't explain it to you.

- Yes?
- NYPD.

Me and Logan hung out
when I lived in LA.

I really liked him.

Was he staying with you, Holly?
Is this a key to your apartment?

No.
I don't know where he was crashing.

Well, did he stop by?

'Cause your address was in his pocket.

Yeah, he did. But it was weird.

Logan called last week, out of the blue.

He was flying into town,

and he asked if he could have
a small box shipped here.

Well, if it was small, why didn't he just
take it with him on the plane?

He didn't want to deal with TSA,

because he said they always
gave him a hard time.

What was in the box?

His skateboard tools and stuff.

At least, that's what he said.

But you didn't believe him?

It's just, when he came to get it,
he acted kind of strange.

He noticed some tape
had come loose on the box

and he freaked out.

He made me swear I hadn't opened it.

Holly, do you have any idea
what was in that box?

I don't know. I really don't.

Well, do you know why
he flew into town in the first place?

- For the games.
- What games?

Logan was a pro skateboarder.

He was here for
the New York Street Sports Festival

down by Chelsea Piers.

Okay, so, the Street Sports Festival
kicked off yesterday.

Logan Moore was entered into

the street-style skateboarding event
and favored to win.

His star was on the rise.

It's all the more impressive
given his humble origins.

Logan's bio says
he was born in the Bronx.

He bounced around foster care
after his mother went to prison.

Then he ran off to California,
made his mark as a skater,

and never looked back.

And then he was k*lled
by a g*n-wielding biker.

Not in the bio, but obviously
there's more to the story.

Hey, so, CSU
ID'd those tracks at the scene.

They were made by Michelin S12s,
a type of off-road tire.

Why would someone ride
an off-road bike on the streets?

That would just wear the tires down
to nothing.

Unless it's the only type of bike
the k*ller had access to.

One of the main events at the games
is motocross,

and those are the tires they use.

CSU is checking to see
if any of those are a match to the track.

Okay, good.

So our k*ller could be connected
to the games.

Yeah, and I'm laying money
it was Manny Castro.

And who is Manny Castro?

A top pro who had beef with Logan.

Six months ago, Logan showed him up
at an event in Los Angeles,

then b*at him two more times after that.

Tensions got super high
between the two of them.

A reigning champion unable to cope
with defeat. That sounds familiar.

Yeah, but then yesterday,
things got physical.

A fan posted this on YouTube.

Hey, I'm talking to you, Logan.
You think you can just walk away?

Get off me, man!

Your skating days are done.
You're done! You hear me, Logan?

Where's Manny Castro now?

He's at the venue. The street-style
event just ended, and Manny won.

Whoa! Nice tail whip!

Oh, so you know the lingo.

Any extreme sports in your history
I've yet to hear about?

I think catching K*llers is pretty extreme.

And then there's marrying you.

Yes. I admit I am extreme.

Extremely handsome.

Yeah. With a high degree of difficulty.

- Can I get an autograph?
- Yeah, no problem.

There's Manny.

- A big heart for you.
- Thanks.

- Manny Castro?
- Yeah, that's me.

NYPD. We need to talk to you
about Logan Moore.

Guy's a loser.
What's there to talk about?

How about his m*rder?

When Logan didn't show up
for the event,

I didn't know what to think,
but I sure as hell didn't k*ll him.

Manny,
you repeatedly swore to do just that

after he b*at you in LA.

And in Austin. And Tampa.

I talk a lot of trash. The fans go nuts
for it. It's all part of the show.

We talked to the front desk
at your hotel.

They said that you left
at 10:00 p.m. Last night

and you didn't come back
until 5:00 a.m.

I hooked up with a girl!
She'll tell you I was with her all night.

Yeah, I'm sure she will.

But that video of you
threatening Logan yesterday,

that's gonna be a lot harder
to explain away.

No. That's not what it looks like.

Really? Because it looks like
it is what it looks like.

Listen, right before that
video was taken,

I caught Logan ransacking
the festival mobile office, all right?

Ransacking, as in trashing?

It was more like
he was looking for something.

Like what?

I don't know. And he wouldn't explain
himself, so I got up in his face!

That's what was on the video tape.

You report it?

I was gonna tell Tom Fulton,
the festival's CEO,

but he begged me not to,
so I kept my mouth shut.

And why would you do that for him?

Logan asked me for 24 hours.

He swore it was a matter
of life and death.

I guess he was right.

Immediately following the competition,

stick around for the meet-and-greet.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm Detective Beckett.
This is my associate, Mr. Castle.

We're looking for Tommy Fulton.

That's me.

News just broke Logan Moore
was k*lled. I'm sick about it.

You here about that or the break-in?

Both, actually. When was the last time
you saw Logan?

Two days ago.
He was here doing some practice runs.

Did he have any issues
with anyone here,

or trouble with anyone on the circuit?

Well, the guys play to win,
but it stays out in the park, you know?

So, what was taken from here?

So far, the only thing I know
missing for sure is my g*n.

I kept a.45 in my desk.
Legally registered.

Did Logan know about the g*n?

Wait, you think Logan broke in here?

I'm assuming
that would've been out of character?

Hell, yes! He was on his way
to becoming the next Tony Hawk.

Is there any reason that
Logan would've needed a g*n?

Look.

I know Logan.
He had a tough go of things growing up.

It wouldn't be the first time a kid
like that fell in with a bad crowd.

What bad crowd?

When Logan first came here to register,

I remember
he gets this weird phone call.

He answers and he says,

"You got some nerve asking me
to do this after all these years.

"Stay the hell out of my life.
Don't ever call me again."

Then he hung up.

Any idea who he was talking to?

No, but he was pretty shook up.

If he took my g*n
and someone k*lled him,

maybe there's a connection.

- Okay, thanks.
- Hey!

Hey, so Manny Castro's alibi checks.

And I talked to Logan's competition.

None of them remember anything about
him hanging out with a "bad crowd."

What if that "bad crowd"
refers to an evil cabal

that pays extreme athletes
to duel to the death,

all for the benefit
of depraved millionaires?

You mean like the movie Rollerball?

It would explain the
motorcycle-versus-skateboard m*rder.

Or maybe it has something to do
with the Albanian mob.

- What?
- Yeah.

According to his phone records,

Logan received a dozen calls
from a social club in the Bronx.

The place is run by Albanians
linked to organized crime.

Isn't the Albanian mob infamous
for being crazy violent?

See if you can find out
who was calling him from that club.

I'm on it.

Oh, Castle, I got something for ya.

It's that pen you liked. It's an heirloom.

What's the occasion?

There's no occasion.
It's just 'cause we're bros. Best bros.

This is fantastic.

No, it's not. It's juvenile.

So...

Logan's financials got us a line
on where he was staying.

All week he'd been ordering
from GrubHub.

You mean the food service?

Yeah. They were delivering meals
to a loft in SoHo.

Whose loft was it?

Some trust fund kid.
Likes to party with the athletes.

A guy named Ross DE Koning.

Nice, brother!
It's not really all that hard.

Oh, yeah. Like you could do better?

Um, hi. Ross DE Koning? NYPD.

Well, I just gotta say,
you can come party here anytime.

In fact, swing by tomorrow for my
very special 21 st birthday bash.

Look, as tempting as that sounds,

we actually just need to ask you
a few questions about Logan Moore.

Yeah.
I was so bummed by what happened.

I understand that
he had been staying here?

Yeah.
I mean, we used to skate together,

so when he asked to crash,
I was like, "Absolutely."

And did you see him
when he left last night?

No. I don't keep tabs.

Before he moved to California,

did Logan have any connections
to the Albanian mob?

Man.
You think the Albanian k*lled him?

What Albanian?

That never even entered my mind.

Ross, what Albanian?

So, maybe five, six years ago,

Logan's mom dated this dude, Enver.

He was into dr*gs
and all kinds of bad stuff.

Was there ever any trouble
between Logan and Enver?

Major trouble.

Logan helped send Enver to prison.

And Enver swore he'd get even
if it was the last thing he'd do.

Enver Kotta, convictions for armed
robbery, as*ault and possession.

According to the case file,
Logan's mom either had the bad sense

to let Enver stash his cocaine
at her apartment,

or she was in on
the whole drug operation.

The bottom line is, Logan got sick of it
and called the cops.

Logan's mom ended up getting
seven years, while Enver did five.

Let me guess. Enver cut a deal,
threw her under the bus.

Yep. And guess what else?
Enver just got out on parole last month.

So when he realized Logan was in town,
he went looking for payback.

Hey. So it looks like Logan definitely
had contact with this guy.

Turns out that Enver was a regular

at that social club
where the calls came from.

- Okay, let's pick him up.
- Yeah.

Whatever happened to that kid,
I had nothing to do with it.

You served five years
because of Logan.

It was no secret that
you wanted him to pay.

Is that why you called him?

To let him know
what you were gonna do to him?

I didn't k*ll Logan.

Then where were you last night
between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m.?

Let me help you out, Enver.

Your credit card puts you at a diner
at 1:15 a.m.,

where a witness saw you with Logan.

That same witness said that
when Logan left, you followed him out.

A few hours later, Logan was dead.

Okay, I met with him last night.

But I didn't want revenge.

Then what did you want?

Prison changed me. I found the Lord.

Working my program means

making amends for the things
that I've done wrong.

Do you expect us to believe that
you met up with Logan to apologize?

He didn't believe me either.

So I kept calling him and calling him.

He phoned back yesterday,
said he'd meet me if I gave him $3,000.

Why would he want three grand?

He just said he needed it.

And if that was the price to sit down
with him, well, I was willing to pay it.

So I scraped up the cash.

He must've still been afraid of me.
Showed up at the diner with a piece.

I gave him the money,

said how sorry I was
for messing up his life.

Told him I'd even testify
on his momma's behalf,

try to get her released early.

And what did the two of you
do afterwards?

He just said he had to take care of
something before it was too late.

Then he took off. And I went home.

- Hey, Castle.
- Hey.

I have something for you.

- For me?
- Yeah.

Recipe for shepherd's pie.

Is this the one Jenny made that night?
That was outstanding.

You remember
you asked how she made it?

Yeah.

Well, this is her grandma's
secret family recipe.

Because I think of you as family.

Thank you, Ryan. I'm touched.

Always looking out for you, Castle.
Always. Remember that.

Hey. So the doorman at Ross' place,
where Logan was staying,

he says that Logan came back to
the building last night at 1:30 a.m.

Which means he returned
to the building after the diner,

and that supports Enver's story.

Yeah, but Logan wasn't done
for the night.

He was picking something up.

The doorman says that
he went inside for a sec,

came back out
carrying a black duffel bag.

- A duffel bag?
- Yeah.

Could the doorman
tell what was inside?

No, but he said it was heavy,
so he offered to hail a cab.

Logan refused and jumped on
his skateboard and rolled away.

There was no duffel bag at the scene.

Maybe the k*ller took it.

Canvass the area between
Ross' building and our crime scene.

If we can figure out
where Logan was taking that bag,

that should lead us to our k*ller.

We'll get into it.

You ready to go home?

Yeah, yeah, I am.
I'm actually kind of tired.

I hope not too tired to, you know...

D for "dyad."

Which means two people talking.
As we are now.

Well, actually, it's been mostly you
talking. Well, bragging, to be specific.

Okay, a word scores a nine,

plus the double word score
brings it to 18,

plus the five from the "A-Y,"
that's a total of 23.

Bringing my score to 312,
versus your paltry 175.

Castle, aren't there
more important things than winning?

Oh, that's a notion created
to comfort those who lose.

I was thinking that we could be doing

something more interesting
with our time.

Well, in that case,
let's hurry up and finish this game.

Okay, how about I concede?

And steal my moment of triumph? No.

It doesn't count if it's not official.

Now just take your turn
and feel the bitter sting of defeat.

Fine.

"Quixotic"?

Yeah.

So that's a triple word score
with the "Q" and the "C,"

plus a double letter score with the "X,"

and another 50-point bonus
for using all of my letters.

How many points is that?

Three hundred and fourteen.

I'm sorry, Castle.

I think I need to be alone.

All right, keep me posted. All right.
Thanks, Bill.

Hey, man. I've been thinking.

Castle likes us both too much
to have to make the pick for best man,

so we should make the decision for him.

Um...

It's his wedding.
How do you propose we decide for him?

Well, one of us
is gonna have to drop out.

And by one of us, I mean you.

Me?

Why should it be me?

Because... You think Richard Castle
wants you planning his bachelor party?

Come on, bro.

Esposito, see, being a best man

is a lot more than just preparing
the bachelor party.

I'm a family man.
I represent a high moral standing.

Please.

- And I photograph better than you.
- What?

Let me tell you something.
You're going down.

And just remember that I gave you
an opportunity to bow out gracefully.

You hear me?

Okay.

Castle! Hey, buddy, how's it going?

Don't ask.

Well, as your close friend,
now I have to ask.

Did she b*at you at Scrabble again?

Can we just talk about the case,
please?

Yeah, sure. You bet.

So the canvass to narrow down

where Logan went with his duffel
last night came up empty.

But you remember the key
that we found on him?

Well, CSU, they traced it back
to a 24-hour gym.

And it turns out that Logan was there
between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m.

The night he was m*rder*d.

So the last place he went
before he was k*lled was a gym.

And he didn't stay long.

His membership card was swiped in,

and then swiped right back out
two minutes later.

Just long enough
to drop off a duffel bag.

Yeah, I totally remember Logan.

He was in here every day on
the rock wall, practicing his climbing.

And this is his locker.

Did you see him come in
two nights ago?

I wasn't on duty.
But we have security video.

I'm sure I can get you a copy.

Castle, it's here.

Look at this.

- Climbing gear.
- Yeah.

And a.45.

This must be the one that
Logan stole from Tommy Fulton.

But why would he need a g*n
and climbing ropes that night?

Screwdrivers, wrenches...

And that would be a glass cutter.

And tension tools

for picking locks.

So, Logan Moore
wasn't just a champion skateboarder.

He was a thief.

Logan Moore. A child of a broken home

who found solace and salvation
on a skateboard.

But did he use his skills
as an extreme athlete

to become a master thief?

Did our outlaw skater
become an actual outlaw?

If he was a thief, then what did he steal?

We didn't find anything of value
in his locker, or on his body.

Well, maybe the k*ller took it.
Maybe that's why he targeted Logan.

Hey. So while CSU
was processing that gym bag,

they found this receipt
inside from the day he d*ed.

- From an electronics store?
- Yeah, in Midtown.

The owner there
said he remembered Logan

because he asked for a Hi8 camcorder.

Hi8? That's an outdated format.

Yeah, sure is.
The one he sold him was 10 years old.

So why would he buy
a 10-year-old camcorder?

Maybe he wanted to film his crime.

Why not use a cell phone or a GoPro?

Hey, guys, come check this out.

Thanks.

So we ran through
security footage of the gym

to see if anybody was with Logan
when he dropped off the bag,

or if anyone followed him out.

Here's what we found.

These photo grabs correspond to the
exact time Logan's card was swiped.

Wait a minute, that's not Logan.

No. But we've seen him before.

Yeah, at Ross DE Koning's
penthouse party.

And he's wearing a Street Sports tee
underneath his hoodie,

so we checked out their website.

His name is Carter Wexland.

He's one of the competitors,
so Logan would've known him.

I pulled his file. He has a record
for B and E's, and grand theft.

And he's also a motocross rider.

Just like our k*ller.

So I went to the gym. So what?

At 3:40 a.m.?

I couldn't sleep. What's the big deal?

The big deal, Mr. Wexland, is that
you used Logan Moore's ID card,

when he had just been k*lled nearby.

Ain't hard to figure out where you got it.

Yeah, he loaned it to me the day before.
So I could work out.

That was a quick workout, considering
you were there for only two minutes.

You went there
to drop off this duffel bag.

And since Logan was carrying
this exact bag earlier that night,

we know the two of you crossed paths.

I wish you could
see your face right now.

It's like this neon sign flashing,
"I did it!"

How's it going?

They got him on the run.

I thought you could use
a little pick-me-up.

Thanks.

That's what friends are for, right?

Right.

Hey, how are the wedding plans going?
Everything good?

Yeah. Yeah, great.

Great.

Well, if there's anything
I can do to help,

literally, symbolically, just let me know.

I will.

So what happened, bro?
The two of you did a job together?

And you had a falling out,

then you decided
you didn't want to share the score?

Dude, I'm telling you,
I didn't k*ll anyone.

Come on, Carter,
you had his bag and his ID on you.

You were blocks away
from where he was k*lled

and you ride a motocross bike.

With your criminal record,
this is gonna be a slam dunk for the DA.

No, no, no, I'm telling you.

The last time I saw Logan that night,
he was still alive.

So you admit to having seen him.

Yes.

Good.

He heard about my past
and hired me for a job.

Okay, so what was the job?

A B and E.

He told me he'd give me three grand

to bypass an alarm system
and belay him from a rooftop,

so that he could get into
a 15th-floor office.

- What office?
- I don't know.

I was on the roof.

He cut in through the window, went in,
and then sent up the gear with the bag.

That was the last I saw him.

The plan was for me
to disappear with the gear

and then stash it back at the gym.

Did he have a camcorder with him?

Yeah. I mean, there was one in the bag.
But it wasn't there when he sent it back.

- Did he tell you what he was after?
- No.

But when I saw all the trouble
that we were going to,

I told Logan I wanted a cut,
not just the three grand.

He got really pissed

and said he wasn't some criminal
and this wasn't about money.

It was about making things right
for a friend who d*ed.

He was really intense. I believed him.

Did Logan tell you who this friend was?

No, he didn't.

Shipping his tools ahead,
hiring an accomplice,

all the while using
a skateboarding event as a cover.

Seems to me the real reason
Logan came back to New York

was to commit this burglary.

Yeah. But what was he stealing,
and how is it related to this dead friend?

I'll circle back around
to the people who knew Logan,

see if anybody knows
of any break-ins or a dead friend.

And, Castle, do you wanna come
with me down to the skatepark?

I thought maybe we could stop by

and get some of those bacon brownies
that you love.

You had me at "bacon."

Well, you might want to
hold off on that offer.

Yeah, that building that
Carter and Logan broke into?

It was only a few blocks
from where Logan was k*lled.

Yet, I checked the police blotter,

there were no reported break-ins there
that evening.

But based on Carter's description,

I was able to identify which 15th-floor
window that Logan entered through.

It belongs to a law office
for a Brett Zaretsky, Esquire.

What was Logan doing
breaking into a law office?

You guys should probably go find out.

Yeah. Come on, Castle. Let's go.

- Rain check?
- Yeah.

Have you noticed anything odd
about Esposito and Ryan lately?

- Like what?
- They're being nice to me. Weird nice.

They probably just feel sorry for you

after the beatdown I gave you
at Scrabble last night.

Gloat all you want.
I will have my revenge.

Okay, okay.
Let's just find Brett Zaretsky right now.

New window.

Can I help you?

Yeah, hi. We're here about the break-in.

I'm afraid you've been misinformed.

A thief didn't break in
through your window, Mr. Zaretsky?

No.

Well, why is the glass being replaced?

A small mishap with a bird.

A bird?

Mr. Zaretsky,
do you recognize this man?

No, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't.

Would you mind
if we took a quick look around?

Yeah, we might be able to help you

assess any other damage
this bird might have caused.

Yes, I mind.

Mr. Zaretsky, were you or anyone else
here two nights ago?

Look, Detective, if you want to
question me, get a subpoena.

If you want to come into these offices,
get a warrant.

Until then,
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Look, there's only one reason

that lawyer would stonewall us
and not report a break-in.

He's covering something up.

A shady law firm, a mysterious death,
a young man righting wrongs.

Maybe Logan Moore
is like Erin Brockovich,

but with a skateboard instead of,
you know, other assets.

- Brains?
- Yes, brains.

Yeah. Hey, Ryan, can you look into
Brett Zaretsky's law firm?

Press releases, court filings, lawsuits.

See if there's anything there
that connects him to Logan.

- Yeah. I'm on it.
- Hey.

Circled back around
to Tommy, Ross and Holly.

If any of Logan's friends d*ed,
they don't know about it.

Well, someone must.

Where did you say that
his mom was again?

Taconic Correctional.

Okay, let's see
if she can shed some light.

Guys, I know what you're trying to do.

Why you're being so nice to me.

Beckett clued me in,

and honestly, it's just making it harder,
so just act normal.

- Man.
- Man.

He really can't decide between us.

Yeah, but can you blame him? I mean,
poor guy. He's in a no-win situation.

But I may have a solution. Come on.

Okay. Let me get this straight.

You guys want me to decide
who should be Castle's best man?

Yeah. It's perfect.
You're the maid of honor.

So you pick, we let Castle know.
Everybody wins.

Javi, this is ridiculous.
Of course she's gonna pick you.

That's because there's no better
best man material

than this man right here. Right, baby?

Javi, do you really think I'd pick you?
With our history?

Well, I guess that's settled.

What's settled is, you two are idiots.

I'm not picking either one of you.
You wanna know why?

Because I'm not the groom. Detectives.

She's just mean.

Well, we can't force Castle
to choose between us.

There's gotta be another way.

Two days ago, the warden told me
my son was dead.

So I'm just waiting for someone to come
along and tell me that he was wrong,

that there's been some sort of mistake.

We're sorry for your loss.

I lost him a long time ago.

Did Logan ever talk to you
about a friend of his dying?

Maybe under unusual circumstances?

Why?

Because we believe that it might be
related to Logan's m*rder.

Well, there was Jay.

Who was Jay?

He was a scrawny little kid
from the neighborhood,

a couple of years younger than Logan.

He and some of the other kids
in the neighborhood

used to call themselves
the Bronx Skate Crew.

None of 'em had much of a home life,

so they'd just ride around
on their boards all day long

and get into places they shouldn't.

But Jay was the one that Logan said
might be even better than he was.

And what happened to Jay?

He was k*lled in some accident,
I don't know, like, six years ago.

Cops never figured out what happened.

Did Logan ever talk about Jay's death
at the time?

Anything out of the ordinary?

No. I mean, it was the first time that
somebody that he knew d*ed,

so he took it hard.

Jay Dixon, age 12.
He d*ed April 27th, 2008.

Coroner ruled the death a homicide.
It was never solved.

What happened?

COD was blunt force trauma
to the head,

and his body was found
at a construction site.

Any leads on who did it?

No, there were no witnesses,
no suspects.

All in all,
it wasn't much of an investigation.

A 12-year-old kid gets k*lled and no one
cares enough to find his m*rder*r.

Logan did.

Finding justice for Jay seems to be
the very reason he came to New York.

But why now, six years later?

And why did Logan think
he was running out of time?

And what's the connection to Zaretsky
or his law firm?

If there is one, I haven't found it.
He's not named in this file.

And there was no wrongful death

or other litigation
against the property owners.

Okay, get a hold of Jay's parents.

Let's see if they'd been in contact
with Logan recently.

Hey, guys, check it out.

Search team just found this camcorder

down the block from where
Logan was k*lled.

A Hi8 camcorder.

Yeah. CSU gave it a quick look.
No prints. No cassette tape.

But check it out.

b*llet hole. So Logan must've had this
on him when he was sh*t.

Looks like someone tried to pry open
the cassette slot.

Yeah. The k*ller must've wanted
whatever was inside.

I know why Logan bought the camera.

He didn't intend to record something.
He wanted to play an old cassette tape.

You think that's why he broke into
the law offices? To get a Hi8 tape?

Jay was k*lled six years ago.

If there was evidence of his death,

it's possible it could be on a format
like this.

Yeah, but we still don't have it.

Or do we? Look.

The tape must've torn
when the k*ller ripped it out.

And voilá!

So I was able to digitize
that tape fragment

and recover about six seconds
of footage.

Look at the time stamp.
April 27th, 2008.

That's the same day
Jay Dixon was k*lled.

I think I can improve the resolution.

Is that a construction site?

This could be footage
of Jay Dixon's m*rder.

Here we go.

If you ever tell anyone what happened
to Jay, you'll be dead, too!

That's Tommy Fulton,
CEO of New York Street Sports.

Looks like, six years later,
Tommy made good on that promise.

Six years ago,
Logan witnesses his friend's m*rder,

and then Tommy
threatened to k*ll Logan

if he ever told what happened to Jay.

After all these years,
Logan couldn't live with the guilt,

and he came back to expose the truth.

So the question is,

what was that tape doing in a law office,

and how is Zaretsky
connected to all of this?

I think I figured that one out.

Who do you suppose
does all the contract work

for the Street Sports Festival?

Brett Zaretsky?

Yeah. And Zaretsky also represents
Tommy Fulton personally.

I hope you have a good reason for
dragging us down here, Detective.

How about m*rder?

Come on. If this is about Logan,

I was at a club doing promotions
from midnight to 4:00 a.m.

And where were you
on April 27th, 2008,

when Jay Dixon was k*lled?

If you ever tell anyone what happened
to Jay, you'll be dead, too!

When I asked you earlier this morning
about Jay Dixon,

you said that you never heard of him.
And that was a lie.

That tape proves nothing
about Logan or Jay's deaths.

I can place you at the scene
of a six-year-old unsolved m*rder.

I also have circumstantial evidence that
you k*lled Logan in order to cover it up.

Now, how much more
do you think a jury is gonna need

in order to connect those dots?

I can explain.

Don't explain anything, Tommy.

You think you can hide behind
attorney-client privilege

if you concealed evidence
of a child's m*rder?

I will have you disbarred!

And then you will stand trial
alongside your client.

Maybe you'd like to call your lawyer.

Don't say another word.

Brett, what's the point? I mean,
the whole plan is screwed anyway.

Would you stop digging our graves?

I'm not going down for murders that
someone else did.

For God's sake,
shut your mouth, Tommy.

No. Not this time.

I think you should leave now.

Well, you can't kick me out of here.
This man is my client.

You're fired.

Either you leave on your own
or I will have you forcibly removed.

Tommy, what happened?

How did Jay die six years ago?

I started out making skateboard videos
with Jay and Logan.

That day, I was taping the two of them
and my friend DK doing tre flips.

Little Jay, he was a natural,

but DK couldn't do it.

He was never that good on a board.

Jay...

He had a mouth on him,

and he was rubbing it in DK's face.

DK just snapped.

He grabbed Jay

and he slammed him against this beam,

over and over.

By the time we could pull him off,

Jay was gone.

And the whole thing
was caught on tape.

Logan,

he wanted to tell someone,
but we were all too scared.

DK wanted that video.

He had the most to lose.

So...

We cut a deal.

What kind of a deal?

Five million for the tape.

What kind of kid has $5 million?

DK does.

With what he's getting from his family,
it was a drop in the bucket.

That's why you had to hang on
to the tape.

The money was in a trust fund.

DK wouldn't have access to it
until his 21 st birthday.

And that's why Logan knew
he had to act right away.

You were gonna turn over the tape,

and it was going to get destroyed,
along with the truth.

Yeah.

Cheers, guys! Here we go.
Happy birthday to me.

Hey, Detective. I'm stoked to see you.

Like my new company logo?

Yeah. I'd say it's k*ller.

In fact,

Ross DE Koning, you're under arrest
for the m*rder of Logan Moore.

And the m*rder of Jay Dixon.

What are you talking about?

Tommy Fulton told us everything.

Sorry to ruin your birthday, DK.
But look on the bright side.

The good news is you're 21 now.

You have control of your trust fund,

so you'll have plenty of money
to spend on your defense.

Yeah, well, I won't have to, brah.
'Cause you've got no proof.

I think we will, brah,

after we take a look at that
motocross bike in your garage

and match it to the tire treads
at the crime scene.

We have officers
searching your loft right now.

What are the odds they find the 9 mm
you used to k*ll Logan?

Where are you going, huh?

With Tommy's testimony,

the DA is confident that

he's gonna get Ross DE Koning
convicted for both murders.

At least Logan succeeded in his quest.

He found justice for his friend.

And to think all this happened

because Ross couldn't bear
being second best.

So are you ready for another rematch?

Really?

You would deny me a chance
at redemption?

Well, keep on this path,
there's a lot you'll be denied.

Hey, Castle, you got a minute?

Yeah, we need to have a little man-chat.

There are some reports
that I have to file.

So, we've been doing a lot of thinking.

And, well,
we know what you're going through.

- You do?
- Yeah.

We know how tough it's been.
So we decided to make it easy for you.

You did?

Yeah. We talked it over,
and now you don't have to choose.

We'll both be your best man.

- Co-best men.
- Yeah.

And believe me,
we're gonna do it up right for you.

Best of both worlds, buddy.

Um...

Guys, I'm flattered, and honored.

- You're welcome.
- Yeah, you should be.

But I already decided.

- You made the right choice.
- Talking about me, right?

I think we're gonna have a great time.

The ideas that I've already
come up with are pretty amazing.

- I know the best restaurant.
- I'm on the VIP...

Guys!

I asked Alexis to be my best man.

Aside from Beckett, she's the most
important person in my life.

You will be my groomsmen,
though, right?

- Yeah, man.
- Yeah!

I wouldn't miss that day for anything.

- It's gonna be magical.
- That's great. Thanks.

Yeah. It's your day.

I didn't see that coming.

I can't believe I gave him my pen.

I can't believe
I shared our family's secret recipe.

I can't believe we just got b*at by a girl.

Let's never speak of this again.

Speak of what?

Hey.

So, where's your mom?

She and Alexis went to dinner

and a midnight sing-along of Grease.
Why?

Because I'm ready for a rematch.

Why did you do that?

New game. Poker.

You want to play poker against me?

Strip poker.

I'll deal.

Your bet.

I think I'm gonna go all in.

Me, too.

But all I have left to
bet with is this shirt.

I'll take that bet.

- What do you got?
- Who cares?

- This is so much better than Scrabble.
- Yeah!