05x20 - The Fast and the Furriest

[bunniefuu]

- God. Her face
- What happened to her?

I got a pulse.
She's still alive.

Get a gurney. Now!

Where'd it go?

Where'd what go, darling?

My leftovers from Le Cirque.
They were right here.

Right where this hole
in the fridge is.

I was gonna use
that Chateaubriand

for my morning scramble.

Well, I certainly
didn't eat them.

I wouldn't look this
good if I was...

pigging out on leftovers.

Yes, well, this isn't the
first time this has happened.

Food has been going missing
for the past month.

It's not just leftovers, either.

It was the peanut
butter, uh, artichokes,

a whole quart of
Mulligatawny soup--gone.

Well, maybe you've been
sleep eating again.

Again? I've never sleep
ated-- sleep ate--

eaten-- have I?

Hey. I'm off to class.

How did you like that,
uh, Chateaubriand?

Wasn't that a wonderful
white wine reduction?

What Chateaubriand?

All right.
It's the housekeeper.

I knew it. She has been
putting on weight.

Sorry, darling. She hasn't
been here for three days.

Maybe there are tiny Borrowers
living under the floorboards

who come out at night
to steal your food.

It's not realistic.

They'd be too small to get
the fridge door open.

No, but something is
going on here, though.

And I'm gonna find out what.

So some food
disappeared, Castle.

What's the big deal?

It wasn't you, was it?

I know you hate to
go grocery shopping.

Seriously, Castle?

I haven't been to your
place since Tuesday.

Right.

Maybe my apartment's being invaded
by some kind of super rat.

Whatever's going on,
I've taken bold steps

to ensure it never
happens again.

These two nurses saw some guy

do a dump and drive
around 4:00 AM.

The trauma unit tried
to save our vic,

but she didn't make it.

If he's our k*ller, why would
he take her to the ER?

Maybe he had a
guilty conscience.

Did the nurses get a
good look at the driver?

No, but they did see his car.

It was a blue sedan.

Hospital security's trying
to get me some footage

to get the license plate.

Okay, set up a canvass
around the hospital.

We need to find someone that
got a good look at the driver.

And where's our vic?

Her body's still
in the trauma bay.

Word is, she was
pretty messed up.

Uh, let me caution you.

This is not for the
faint of heart.

For once, I agree with you.

What did this to her?

Could be anything from a
crowbar to a box cutter.

But they look like claw marks.

I just can't tell what kind.

If it was an animal, wouldn't
there be bite marks?

I might not find them until
I do a complete exam

to determine the exact
cause of death.

Given the fact that we
don't have a crime scene,

is there any indication of
where she was att*cked?

No, but, uh, I can
tell you when.

Based on the inflammation,
I'd say the victim

sustained her injuries five
to six hours before she d*ed.

Well, we figure out who she is,

we'll find out how she
wound up this way.

Her name is Anne
Cardinal, 27 years old.

She was Native American.

Grew up on the Onondaga
Reservation in Central New York.

Any next of kin?

No. She had no siblings,

and both of her
parents are gone.

She lived in off-campus housing
for Hudson University,

where she was working toward a
PhD in evolutionary biology.

All right. Send CSU
to her apartment.

Talk to friends and neighbors
to see if they know of

anyone in her life who
drove a blue sedan.

And who wanted to
mangle her face.

I may have an explanation
for those facial wounds.

Turns out our victim worked at a
retirement home called Haven House.

Vicious, blood-thirsty
old folks,

is that your theory?

This home is not for
people, Castle.

It's a primate sanctuary.

Mostly for apes and
chimpanzees and monkeys

who have retired from
the movie business.

Ah, I always wanted a pet
monkey when I was a kid.

Big "Curious George" fan.

Yeah.
Wait till George grows up.

An adult chimpanzee
can reach 200 pounds,

tear off a man's face,
hands, and naughty bits.

All right, we're gonna go
to the primate sanctuary.

If Anne was att*cked there,

maybe someone dumped her
body to cover it up.

And call me if you get
anything on that sedan.

George would never do that.

This is a terrible loss.

Uh, I mean, Anne was
a-a brilliant student

and a lovely person.

Given her wounds, I need to ask,

how much interaction did Anne
have with the primates here?

Well, very little in
terms of direct contact.

Uh, but we have very
strict training guidelines

for all of our employees.

Still, I'll need the
Crime Scene Unit

to do a thorough investigation
of this facility.

Of course.
Anything I can do to help.

I can't imagine she was
harmed by any of our animals.

They've never shown any
aggressive behavior

towards her or anyone else.

Now, Dr. Devlin, how well
did you know Anne Cardinal?

I was her faculty advisor
at Hudson University.

And when I found out

she was taking time off
a couple of months ago,

I offered her a job here.

And what sort of
work did she do?

Oh, I have a grant

to study the social
behaviors of primates.

And I hire Hudson students...

like her and Franco here

to help manage the
animals' care.

Uh, and none of them
have homicidal impulses,

not even Moonshine here?

Especially not Moonshine.

He's been around
people his whole life,

and he's very social.

Uh, when was the last time
either of you saw Anne?

We worked together yesterday.
She seemed totally fine.

She did leave early.
That wasn't like her.

Said she had something
important to do.

Did she say what it was?

It might have had something to
do with that argument she had.

What argument?

Uh, I saw her in the parking
garage around lunchtime,

talking to a man.

I'd never seen him before,

but he seemed very
angry with her.

Do you think you could describe
him to a sketch artist?

Yeah, I most definitely could.

Well, I know who the k*ller is.

Did you see how that
gorilla looked at me?

Yeah, I think it was
lust, actually, Castle.

You are... ruggedly handsome.

Bloodlust, maybe.

No, don't let
Moonshine fool you.

I'm betting he and his
fellow "retirees"

are actually
super-intelligent apes,

plotting to take
over New York City.

They're gonna round
up all the people,

put us in a sanctuary.

Most likely, Anne
got on to them...

They took her out.

Now if this monkey cabal

really wanted to get
Anne out of the picture,

why did they drop her
off at the hospital?

Well, obviously...
they were conflicted.

It's very complicated, the
relationship between man and primate.

Didn't you see "Rise Of
The Planet Of The Apes"?

Cautionary tale.

Sorry to burst your
bubble, Castle,

but CSU hasn't found a
crime scene at Haven House.

Anne wasn't att*cked there.

Well, then where was the
att*ck, and by what?

Hey, so, uh,

a witness saw a blue sedan
take out a side mirror

about a block away
from our hospital

in our time window.

They got a plate.

Owner of the car
was Eddie Maslon.

- How is he connected to Anne?
- Well, I'm not really sure,

but Eddie knows how to
put the hurt on people.

He just did eight years in
sing sing for m*rder two.

And he had a way to
mess up Anne's face.

City Records shows he had
a pit bull named Badass.

A convicted k*ller
with an att*ck dog?

All right. Pick him up.

Right on.

Damn it.

I really liked
Moonshine for this.

I've never seen her before.

You dumped her outside
of the ER last night,

except she looked more like...

this.

Your dog do that to her?

Eddie, you've been out of
prison for three months.

You better start talking
unless you want to go back.

Okay, look, I didn't touch her.

And neither did Badass.

Whatever did that to her,

that wasn't no dog.

Then how'd she end
up in your car?

I was leaving a bar last night,

and I happened to make a
wrong turn down an alleyway.

And I saw her laying there.
She was all messed up.

I couldn't just leave
her there to die.

Oh, so you're a
good samaritan now?

If I wanted to k*ll her,

why would I bring
her to a hospital?

If you wanted to save her,

why would you ditch
her outside of one?

Because with my record,
I knew I'd get blamed,

which is exactly
what's happening now.

Yeah.

No good deed, huh?

Okay, fine.

Then why don't you tell me where
you supposedly found her?

Well, it's blood.

Maybe Eddie was
telling the truth.

Beckett.

You need to see this.

What the...

Footprints.

Giant footprints...

Made by some kind of beast.
Those vicious claw marks,

savage wounds,

her blood,

these footprints...

It all adds up to one thing.

She was k*lled by Bigfoot.

5x20
The Fast and the Furriest

Seriously, Beckett,

do you have any idea
what this means?

We are about to be the first
people in the nation--

no, the world-- to solve
a Bigfoot m*rder.

Very funny, Castle, but there
is no such thing as Bigfoot.

Tell that to the people

who've been sighting
him for 400 years.

So I typed the blood.

It's a match to our victim.

Never mind the blood.

What is your opinion on these?

Well, professionally,
I can't speculate

what those are, Mr. Castle.

But personally, I can say

that anyone who believes
in Bigfoot is an ass.

That is a common assertion
amongst the uninformed.

Okay, buddy, let's say
there is a Bigfoot.

How does a giant hairy ape-man

get around the city unseen?

Easy.
Follow the big fat footprints.

What?

Subway access tunnel.

Since Hurricane Sandy, a lot
of those are still closed.

So Bigfoot's been using
them to get around.

Castle, that's ridiculous.

How can you say...

Look at these footprints.

These are the footprints
that I'm interested in.

They're near where the body was.

CSU said that they were
made within the last 24 hours.

Could be Eddie Maslon's?

At size 13?

The guy's too short to
have feet this big. No.

These boot prints
are our best lead.

These prints,

not the tracks from
the giant clown feet.

Yes, let's go to a crime scene
and ignore the evidence.

You're saying someone
framed Bigfoot?

All I'm saying, Castle,
is that someone--

a human being--

left the Bigfoot prints
in that alleyway.

Yeah, and staged the crime scene

to make it look as though
Bigfoot was the k*ller?

Why go through the trouble
of blaming Bigfoot,

a creature a select few of
us even believe exists,

never mind could be
a m*rder suspect?

Speaking of suspects,

Anne's boss came through
with a sketch of the guy

she argued with
the day she d*ed.

Take a look, Castle.

A person of interest, emphasis
on the word "person."

Talk to Anne's
friends and family

and see if anyone
recognizes him.

I wouldn't rule out
Bigfoot just yet.

Turns out there have been dozens
of reported Bigfoot sightings

in the city in the
past couple of months.

Is that right?

Why, Detective Ryan,
please tell us

about this new and
extraordinary development.

Like this woman in Brooklyn.

She says that Bigfoot tried
to break into her apartment

- on the second floor.
- Gentlemen.

I hate to rain on your parade.

- Do you?
- No.

But here's the reason

that Bigfoot reports
have spiked.

Two months ago,

the TV show "Mission: Monster,"

put out a $1 million reward

for the capture and/or
proof that Bigfoot exists.

See, Castle?
All of this evidence

that you claim proves
Bigfoot's existence

is actually people
angling for money.

So you're saying it's
just a coincidence

that Anne was working
with primates

and mysteriously k*lled where
Bigfoot prints were found?

No, not a coincidence.
Just a hoax.

If it's such a hoax,

then tell me why I found this.

I dug into her phone records.

Turns out, the last phone
call she ever made

was to Darrell Meeks.

The Darrell Meeks?

Who's Darrell Meeks?

Who's Darrell Meeks?

Just a world-renowned
cryptozoologist.

That's a scientist

who searches for as-yet
undiscovered creatures.

Such as unicorns and centaurs?

Banshees and leprechauns?

Doctor Meeks also happens to be

the foremost authority
on Bigfoot.

And lo and behold, she called
him on the very day she d*ed.

Still think Bigfoot has
nothing to do with this?

Perlmutter's got
something for us.

Why don't you guys
head over there?

Castle and I will talk to

the world's foremost
authority on Bigfoot.

The "B" team.

- Talk about the "B" team.
- Yeah.

Look, I had hoped to see
Castle's look of dismay

when I told him cause of death

was nothing more exotic than
blunt-force trauma to the cranium.

It--it seems that she was
clobbered over the head

with a club or a pipe.

You coulda said so
over the phone.

Ah, but I also made two highly
intriguing discoveries.

About the wounds on her face?

Uh, well, their cause
is still undetermined,

but of far greater
interest is the fact--

'cause they could be claw marks.

Bigfoot has claws.

So does Wolverine.
Is he real?

Are you done?

I found this glass embedded
in her head wound.

It has an
antireflective coating,

like on prescription lenses.

But she didn't wear glasses.
So where'd it come from?

All I can tell you is
that it was practically

hammered into her skull
by whatever hit her.

We'll send it in for analysis.

Yeah, well, you should take
this while you're at it.

Found that in her stomach.

A pendant... in her stomach?

It appears she swallowed it five
to six hours before she d*ed.

The same time she was att*cked.

Why would she swallow it?

Maybe she knew she was gonna die

and she was trying
to send a message.

Or she was trying to keep
this pendant from her k*ller.

Did you take this photo?

Yes. Uh, it's an expedition
I led in Western Canada.

It's the closest I've ever
gotten to him in 23 years.

Dr. Meeks,

you were the last person that Anne
spoke with just before she d*ed.

Why did she call you?

Yes, I-I think she
called me to ask me

if I thought that Bigfoot would
venture into an urban area.

And what did you tell her?

Well, given development

and urban encroachment
in the wilderness,

sooner or later,
it was inevitable.

And I suspect that
she had evidence

of the presence of Bigfoot
here in the city.

I don't understand why she would talk
to you about something like that.

Well, Anne was studying
evolutionary biology.

She was an honor student
at the university,

but she was actually a hugely
respected Bigfoot expert.

She even gave me that
extremely rare Yeti finger.

Are you saying Anne
was a Bigfoot hunter?

N-n-no, no.

No, uh, no, not a--not a hunter.

No, uh, Anne was, uh,
Native American.

And, uh, in her tribe's culture,

a Bigfoot was considered...
benevolent or a protector.

When she was a child, she
actually saw a Bigfoot,

and so after that, she devoted
her life to their study.

Excuse me.

So are Bigfoots--

or Bigfeet-- uh,
violent or aggressive?

Well, they certainly can be.

What were the nature
of her injuries?

Well, I mean, was she
att*cked by a Bigfoot?

- Not a chance.
- Yes.

Well, in the name of science,

would you allow me to
examine where she d*ed?

No. Now as far as you're aware,

did she have issues with
anyone other than Bigfoot?

Well, she was under a very
high level of scrutiny.

Scrutiny from whom?

Oh, some TV show offered
a $1-million reward,

which unleashed a
tide of idiots,

all searching for Bigfoot.

Yes, and, uh,

this is my wife Garland.
Uh, she's the skeptical one.

Trust me. I feel your pain.
Pleasure.

In either case, I think
when people found out

Anne's area of expertise,
they wanted to follow her

to see if she would actually
take them to a real Bigfoot.

You know, the day that she d*ed,

Anne was seen arguing
with this man.

Do you recognize him?

Oh, yes. All too well.

This man is the Bigfoot
community's worst enemy.

His name is Chase Diggins,

and he's an
Australian adventurer

and big game hunter.

Kind of Crocodile Dundee
meets Indiana Jones

meets Ted Nugent.

Now according to the Meekses,

he's violent and
highly unstable.

What's more is that this guy is
hell-bent on bagging a Bigfoot.

I found him on YouTube

bragging about how he's gonna
mount one on his wall.

Do we have anything
other than speculation

on a mythical ape-man

that will connect
him to the m*rder?

We have this.

Diggins has a prosthetic
hook for a hand?

Says he lost it in
a Bigfoot att*ck

and that he almost took--

However it happened,

that hook could've been what
did a number on Anne's face.

Where's Chase Diggins now?

This guy is an
international adventurer.

What the hell is he doing?

Renting an industrial
crap hole like this?

Why not a hotel?

The guy hunts Bigfoot.

I don't think that
rational behavior

is something he's familiar with.

You hear that?

Yeah.

Dude, there's
something down there.

Chase Diggins!

NYPD!

If you're down here, you
better identify yourself

right now!

Dude...

I got a bad feeling
about this thing, man.

I-I don't think that we should--

You gents looking for me?

A bloody shame about Anne.

She was one hell of a tracker.

Actually, the only reason
I came to the city.

Word was, she knew the whereabouts
of an actual squatch,

and I figured, she
might lead me to him.

You came to New York

to hunt Bigfoot?

You see this, Detective?

Nepal, 2008,

in the rocky crags
of the Himalayas...

A squatch came out of nowhere

and ripped my arm clean off.

So I will hunt down every
last one of those bastards

until I have my payback.

What did it look like?

500 pounds of fur
and death, mate.

Eyes like a rabid dog,

but smart, you know?

Anyway, they say
that she found one.

Everyone knew it, but
Anne wasn't talking.

Is that why you went to see her?

Who told you that?

Witnesses saw you
and Anne arguing

outside of her work yesterday.

Merely a polite conversation
between colleagues.

Really?

'Cause later that night,
she turned up dead.

You're squattin' in the
wrong bush, Detective.

I was at a target range
last night with my mates,

keeping my edge sharp.

You can check it out.

That's funny, 'cause we found
a boot print in alleyway

near a pool of Anne's
blood with the same tread

as the boots you're wearing now.

All right, look, I
was in that alley,

but not last night, it
was the night before.

What were you doing there?

Well, I figured she was
tracking the beast,

so I tracked her.

I followed her to
the alley, and...

that's when I caught the
wily bitch in the act.

The act of what?

Stamping fake squatch prints
in the ground is what,

using molds of giant feet.

She was faking the
damn evidence.

Now, whoa. Okay, hang--

Anne was a respected researcher.

Why would she fake
evidence of Bigfoot?

Because I reckon she
found the real thing,

and she was trying to throw
the rest of us off the scent.

But I was on to her, so I
confronted her at work.

Offered her anything she wanted,
but she told me to bugger off.

You know what I think?

You faked that site.

Because somewhere in
your twisted mind,

it makes sense that the expert on
Bigfoot would be k*lled by one.

I knew it.

She found him.

The little bitch
found my Bigfoot.

Look, he's either
crazy or he's lying.

I'd go with crazy,

'cause it looks like
he's telling the truth.

Tests on his prosthetic hook
show no trace of Anne's DNA.

And his alibi checks out.
So it's not him.

Well, it looks like
we're back to this guy

as our number one suspect.

Castle, could you
please take that down?

You got it.

The lab also was
able to identify

the glass shards we found
in our victim's head wound.

It's from a camera lens.

There was no camera
at the crime scene.

Maybe our k*ller took it.

Which would explain why there
are so few photos of Bigfoot.

I meant our human k*ller.

Right.

Let's re-canvass
near that alleyway,

see if we can find that camera.

So I looked into the pendant
that Anne swallowed,

and I found something strange.

What?

I talked to her friends
and neighbors.

The pendant wasn't Anne's.
It belonged to Justine Bolton,

Anne's roommate at Hudson
University last year.

Does the roommate have any idea
what Anne was doing with it?

Uh, I'd love to ask her,
there's only one problem.

Justine was m*rder*d a year ago.

And a year later,

her pendant is found in her
m*rder*d friend's stomach?

That can't be a coincidence.

What do we know about
Justine's m*rder?

Well, I ordered up
her case files.

They should be here
by the morning.

Look, Castle, I don't care
how much research you do,

you're not gonna convince
me that there's a Bigfoot.

I just follow the evidence

and the insanely
large footprints.

Is there anything that
you don't believe in?

Sure, there is. There's, um...

Okay, well, what about you?

If not Bigfoot or
zombies or ghosts,

what do you believe in?

I just--I believe in the
everyday magic of life.

I mean, things that I
can see and touch,

like, um,

the green sh**t that pop
through the snow in February,

or the flatiron building, or...

the way that I feel when
I hear Coltrane. It's...

Now I can appreciate
the everyday,

but why not live
in the possible?

The world just doesn't have
as many mysteries anymore.

There's no new
continents to explore.

There's no more deepest,
darkest Africa.

Everything's all mapped out
by satellites and sonar,

yet, still, people
reach for the unknown.

It's what makes us grow.

Coltrane wouldn't have
had that saxophone

if Antoine Sax
hadn't imagined it.

Isn't that what
separates us from, uh,

say Moonshine?

Well, you know, there is one...

inexplicable...

mysterious phenomenon that
I do believe in still.

Us.

What was that?

Something set off my trap.

You set a trap?

- I've got you now, you super rats.
- What?

No one steals from me.

Alexis?

- What are you doing here?
- Mm!

Yeah, she's still not
taking my calls.

Well, can you blame her, Castle?

You practically turned
her into a smurf.

Na'vi would be a more
contemporary reference.

No, the point is,
she lied to me.

She looked me right in the eye

and she blamed The Borrowers.

I'm sure she had a good reason.

For what, not having food?

I mean, I give her a
sizeable allowance.

And if that's not enough, she
can always ask for more.

Like I said, Castle,

there are plenty of
mysteries in the everyday.

Hey, Ryan,

has Justine Bolton's
m*rder file come in yet?

She was att*cked
in the apartment

that she shared
with Anne Cardinal.

The way she was
choked and bruised,

looked like it was a
crime of passion.

Do they have a suspect?

Unfortunately, he fled,

and he hasn't been
seen since the m*rder.

Any chance he had long, shaggy
hair and he was 8 feet tall?

Uh, no. Sorry, Castle.

It was Justine's
boyfriend-- Kurt Wilson.

He was the one that
supposedly found the body.

He was a football player

with a history of assaults
on and off the field.

It looked like Justine was
trying to get away from him.

The day that she was m*rder*d,
she contacted the dean

and told him that she was
dropping out of school

even though she was
top of her class.

By the time the cops realized

that all roads led to Kurt
Wilson, he disappeared.

How does Anne figure into this?

Well, as her roommate,

it looks like Anne took
Justine's death pretty hard.

When I spoke to the lead
detective, he told me

she came to him a
few months back

and asked to see
Justine's case file.

He refused since it's a
pending m*rder case,

but still, it means--

Anne was looking into
Justine's m*rder.

And a few months ago--that's
when Anne took time off school.

So then maybe Anne wasn't
tracking down Bigfoot.

She was looking for Kurt Wilson.

Maybe she found him.

Canvass didn't turn
up Anne's camera,

but the lab came back with a
serial number on that lens.

Now it was made for
a specific model--

a wi-fi-enable camcorder

that's designed to synch
up to a cloud account.

I checked.
Anne has a cloud account.

Can we access it?

Testing, one, two, three.

Okay, good.

Look at the time stamp.

12:20 AM the night she d*ed.

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Yeah, but she's not in an alley.

- Where the hell is she?
- He's after me. He's after me.

Oh, please! No!

So the att*ck took place in
the woods, not that alley.

But what we need to find out
is where these woods are.

Tech is trying to get the
geodata off that footage

to see if we can pinpoint
the exact coordinates.

But if she was att*cked
in the woods somewhere,

why move her to an alley?

Because the k*ller was trying
to throw us off his trail.

If Anne was looking
for Kurt Wilson,

then the last thing
he would want to do

is leave her body
near the same spot

where he was hiding out.

Unless she was looking for
someone else in those woods.

Something with fur?

What do we really see of
our k*ller in this video?

He's dark, looming,

powerful, holding a
primitive w*apon.

Castle, that is a person.

All I see is the silhouette
of a hulking, humanoid form.

If Darrell Meeks and that
one-armed Aussie were right

and Anne did know
where Bigfoot was,

well, that could be
him on that video.

Then what, Bigfoot carried her
body into the city on foot

from wherever these woods are

and left her in that alleyway?

Well, you said yourself,

Kurt Wilson wouldn't want
to leave Anne's body

where he'd been hiding out.

Why would Bigfoot?

Okay. Why don't you guys
circulate Wilson's photo

to Anne's family and friends

and see if anyone has
seen him around?

Castle and I will talk to tech

to see if we can figure out
where these woods are.

I don't know. Maybe.

If you rough him up a
little, he could be

that homeless guy I saw hanging
out in the parking garage.

When was that?

Last week sometime.

What was he doing?

Nothing, man.

He just looked like
he was waiting.

Well, we're gonna need, uh,

security cam footage
of the garage.

It's run by a separate company.
I'll get you their number.

If Wilson knew that
Anne was after him,

he might have been following
her, preparing to k*ll her.

I'll set up a canvass

and pull traffic cam
footage from that area.

Maybe we can get a hit on

where he went after
he left that garage.

Testing, one, two, three.

Okay, good.

The camera began
synching to her account

right when she started filming.

We couldn't pull any geodata,

but the synch was routed
through her cell phone.

It pinged off this
cell tower here.

Are there any woods
near that tower?

Yes, in a 10,000-acre
nature preserve...

called Branch Cross.

That's a perfect
hangout for Bigfoot.

Or the fugitive.

Now is there any
way to narrow down

where she was when
this was being filmed?

Not as much as I'd like,

but checked with the
forest service,

the species of tree
in the video

grow mostly in this
6-square-mile area.

Also, between the moon's
position in the sky

and the orientation
of the shadows,

I can tell you that
she was moving

in a southeasterly direction.

Wow. She's good.

Could you turn up the
volume on the video?

- Do you guys hear that in the background?
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

He's after me. He's after me.

Do you think you
can isolate that?

That sounds like water.

Are there any streams
or rivers nearby?

Right there.

She must have been
near that creek,

which gets us down to
a 2-square-mile area.

Well, the good news is,
we have our crime scene.

The bad news is,

it's in 2 square miles
of remote wilderness

with no access by road.

You up for a hike?

Oh, I'm well
equipped for a hike.

What are you doing?

Knocking on wood and vocalizing.

It's how Bigfoot communicates
over long distances.

And how the real Bigfoot
hunters lure him out.

Yeah, well, the real
police don't do it

so that our human fugitive
won't know that we're coming.

Oh, trust me.

If Kurt Wilson has been
hiding out here for a year,

we are not gonna find him.

Okay, we're close.

GPS is showing that this is the
general area of the att*ck.

We just need to find
some landmarks.

It happened by this downed tree,

so all we gotta do
is find the tree,

and we've found our crime scene.

Castle, Castle, please.
No more wookiee calls.

It's not wookiee.
I'm not doing wookiee.

I can't do wookiee.
Alexis does a really cute wookiee.

Well, whatever you're
doing, could you stop?

You scared it might work?

No, I am scared that
I might m*rder you,

and then I'll have two
crime scenes on my hands.

You know, a lot of highly
respected individuals

believe in Bigfoot.

Teddy Roosevelt wrote about
him in his journals.

Jane Goodall has gone on record

saying that she's open
to the possibility.

And right now, as we speak,

professors at Oxford

are studying Bigfoot
DNA samples.

No, it is possible.

You just have to be open to it...

Because at any moment,

life can surprise you.

Oh, that's not good for my knee.

You okay?

Yeah.

Where are we?

Some kind of trap.

Which we've gotta get out of.

Castle...

Do you have anything in
your vest that can help us?

Oh, yeah.
Heck, I got a guppie multi-tool,

I've got a solar-powered
hand fan,

got camo glasses,
built-in compass,

snake bite kit--

So nothing?

Well, not nothing.
I can build a fire.

Oh, great.

You know what, Castle?

I can pull myself out if
you could boost me up.

Well, then how am
I gonna get out?

I have a rope in the car.

I was gonna hike back to get it.

You're gonna leave
me here alone?

Okay, whoa.
Just hold on a second.

Let's just back up and
think about this.

What is this pit doing out
here in the first place?

Someone or...

something had to build it.

"Something," Castle?

You think that Bigfoot came
out here with a shovel?

No, you're probably right.

I don't think
Bigfoot built this.

Yeah, some hunters or
poachers probably dug it up.

Hunting what?
Look at the size of this thing.

Maybe our fugitive built it
in case anyone came out here.

I'm more comfort with the
idea of Bigfoot building it.

Come on, Castle.

Why don't you pop a squat?

- We'll pull a cheerleader move.
- Right.

Shouldn't you be wearing
a short skirt for this?

It's the move.

You know, though, this pit
is kind of crudely built.

And, uh, some primates
have been known to...

make and...

Oh, jeez! Castle!

...use tools to trap prey.

Would you stand still? Hold me.

Now.

Yeah, I'm just saying,

I don't want to end
up as Bigfoot dinner.

You know, Castle,

there is a bit of
poetic justice in this.

Poetic justice how?

Well, I mean, think about it.

You set a trap for Alexis,

and now someone

or something has
set one for you.

Promise me you'll come back.

In case I don't make it.

Oh, that's cute.

But seriously, hurry back!

'kay?

What's that?

Nothing. What do you got?

Grab your coat.

We got a hit on that
photo of Kurt Wilson.

One of Anne's neighbors
just saw him

go into her apartment.

Hey, Wilson. NYPD.

Not much of a running
back there, Wilson,

but then, you're
out of training.

All right. Let's go.

We got him, and
he's not talking.

What do you want us to do?

Okay, check his clothes
for Anne's blood.

How you guys doing
on the crime scene?

We ran into a little snag,

but when we find it,

hopefully we'll find evidence

that leads us straight
to Kurt Wilson,

and we won't need him to talk.

Heh. Ah, spork...

They all laughed at you.

Beckett?

Thank God you are back.
What took you so long?

Ha ha ha ha ha. Okay.
Get me outta here now.

Beckett?

Kate...

Help!

Help!

Please...

Don't eat me.

Police!

Turn around!

Put your hands up.

Beckett, what are you doing?

Are you crazy?
It can't understand you!

Now!

Whoa! sh**t it!

sh**t it!
What are you waiting for?

Oh, my back!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's talking.

No!

Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!

Don't sh**t!

Please don't sh**t.

Don't sh**t him.

Well, this is a huge
disappointment.

No, this is a big
misunderstanding.

Is it?

'Cause those claws

could've easily caused
Anne's injuries.

What? I'd never hurt Anne.

Do you actually expect
us to believe that

with you dressed up in this...
getup

right in the same area
where she was att*cked?

Wait. Sh-she was att*cked here?

I-I-I thought she was
att*cked in the city.

No.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

This looks bad.

Let me--let me just try and explain.
Okay?

I knew that Anne was coming
out here on her own,

and--and I-I admit
that I followed her.

Why?

Because I think she
found Bigfoot.

Or maybe she just found an
idiot dressed up as Bigfoot

who then k*lled her.

No! I didn't hurt Anne!

Oh, okay.
So you just stalked her?

Look, I just...

I just wanted, just this once,

to lay eyes on this
elusive beast.

A-and that's why I
built this man-trap

and--and--and I'm in this
suit, drenched in deer musk.

Is that what that smell is?

It's an attractant.
It--it lures them out.

A-and it's working, too.

I mean, a-about an
hour ago, I-I heard--

I heard vocalizations
and--and knocking on wood.

And--and those are--are
classic Bigfoot mating calls.

I also found some, uh,
half-eaten food and some scat.

And not to mention, a tool

that Bigfoot used
to club his prey.

And there's blood on it.

Wait a minute.
You saw a bloody club?

Yeah.

Show us where you found it.

Do you recognize this?

That's Anne Cardinal's blood.

We're checking your
clothes for it, too,

along with the dirt that is
gonna place you in the woods.

You're just like
those other cops.

You'd rather make your
case than see the truth.

And what is the truth, Kurt?

I was living out in those woods,

but Anne wasn't trying
to hunt me down.

She came out there to help me,

bring me food and supplies.

Why would Anne help the man
that m*rder*d her roommate?

A few months ago,

I came out of hiding
to find Anne.

I told her I was innocent,
that I didn't k*ll Justine,

and I begged her to
look into the case.

And she agreed to because
she believed me.

Yeah, well, I'm a
little more skeptical.

I can vouch for that.

You have a history
of v*olence, Kurt.

And it's pretty clear
that Justine dropped out

and tried to break up with
you, so you k*lled her.

Justine did not drop out
to get away from me.

She and I were in love.

When she told me she
was quitting Hudson,

I decided to go, too.

The two of us were planning on
transferring to another school.

We'd even toured the campus

at SUNY Binghamton
the week before.

And I'm sure they have a
record of that somewhere.

If you weren't the reason
why Justine left Hudson,

then what was?

She never told me.

She just said that things
weren't working out.

But now I've spent a lot of time

thinking about that,

and the only thing
that makes sense

is if there was someone there
that she was afraid of.

Like who?

A classmate, a professor--
I don't know.

But I think Anne found out.

Last week when I came
to see her at her work,

she said that she was
close to having answers.

And the next thing I
know, she's dead.

So I figure whoever did
it k*lled Justine, too.

And that--that's why I
broke into her apartment.

I was looking for...
I don't know,

clues, answers, a-anything.

The person that you think
k*lled Anne and Justine--

do you have any idea who it is?

It had to be someone

who could talk Justine
into opening her door.

You know, someone she knew.

It's the only reason that they
would steal her necklace.

It wasn't worth anything.

You wouldn't be referring to
a lapis pendant, would you?

Justine never took it off.

When I found her, that
pendant was gone.

Whoever took it k*lled her.

Kurt...

Is this Justine's pendant?

That's why Anne had it.

The pendant is proof.
She found the real k*ller.

It has to be someone she
spent time with recently.

Someone she got close to.

Professor Devlin.

Can I... help you, Detective?

As a matter of fact, you can.

What can you tell us
about Justine Bolton?

Uh, she was a student at Hudson

who d*ed rather tragically.

Well, you knew her
as more than that.

She took your introduction
to anthropology course

her freshman year.

Yes, she did, which made
her loss a personal one.

But I fail to see what that--

were you aware that after
she took that course,

she told her counselor
that she was afraid

because someone on campus--

she never said who...

But someone was
obsessed with her?

Well, no doubt she was talking
about her boyfriend--

the young man who k*lled her.

Ah, but she took the
meeting with her counselor

before she met her boyfriend.

But she had met you.

You've had an odd
career, Professor.

You taught at four
schools in six years.

So I made a few inquiries,
and there were intimations

of stalking, sexual harassment,

and even worse.

All of which were false.

And let me point out,

no action was ever
taken against me.

Justine had scheduled a
meeting with the dean

on the day that she was k*lled

to explain why she was leaving.

You couldn't let her
take that meeting.

If she did...

your dirty history
would be exposed.

You'd be finished.

So you k*lled her.

And being the predator
that you are,

you took a souvenir--
her pendant.

With all the suspicion
on Kurt Wilson,

no one was looking at you.

Until Anne came along.

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

Anne found that pendant.

She knew it was you.

And when she went into the
woods, you followed her.

What woods?
I wasn't in any woods.

We checked your phone records.

Your cell pinged the
same tower as Anne's did

around the time that
she was att*cked.

That places you at
the crime scene.

We also found a club
with Anne's blood on it

and someone else's DNA.

And based on the look that
you're giving me right now,

I'm pretty damn sure it's yours.

So, Castle,

are you disappointed that
there's no Bigfoot after all?

Well, I'm not so
sure there isn't.

I'm thinking maybe he's
out there somewhere,

and if he is, I hope
to see him one day.

Preferably from a safe distance.

Thank you...
for finishing what Anne started.

Because of you guys,

Justine's k*ller will pay
for what he did to her,

and, uh, I'm a free man.

So what's next for you?

I'm going to continue
Anne's work.

You're gonna research
Bigfoot, why?

Well, when she suggested I
hide out in those woods,

she told me I'd have
company out there.

She was right.

Did you hear that?

I gotta go and get my outfit.

Hey.

You, um... you still got a little...
on your...

I'm--I'm so sorry about that.

Do you know how
humiliating that was?

I swear, I had no
idea it was you.

But, Alexis, why were
you stealing food?

Because I ran out of money.

How could you have possibly
spent all your money unless--

Wait. No. Are you...

Are--are you in some
kind of trouble?

No, I didn't spend it.
I gave it away.

Invested it, really.

Invested in what?

My friend Jonah at school
has a crowdfunding campaign

to plant bamboo forests on
the roof of skyscrapers

to help clean the air.

Well, why didn't you
just come to me?

Because I didn't
want the speech.

I don't--what speech?

That people like us
need to be careful

with the kind of money we have.

People might try
to take advantage.

Oh, that speech. Yeah.

Dad, you believe in all
these unbelievable things,

like Bigfoot, and I don't judge.

But... I believe in people and
what they can accomplish.

I believe in Jonah
and his vision,

and I wanted to support him.

I think he could make a real
difference in the world.

And, okay, so maybe
it was stupid

to give him all of my allowance,

but I am not the first person
to do something stupid

for something they believe in.

No. No, you're not.

Matter of fact, it's a...
bit of a family trait.

But... you do owe me

a Chateaubriand.

So... let's go to Le Cirque.

And then, uh, call this Jonah
guy, have him meet us.

I'd like to hear about how
he's gonna change the world.

Really?

I believe in people, too.

And Borrowers.

And Bigfoot.