Castle s03e13 Episode Script

Previously on Castle Ten years since we came home and found Detective Raglan waiting for us.
It was my mother.
She had been stabbed.
Three people were killed the same way her mother was, right about the same time.
We believe we're dealing with a professional.
A contract killer? I caught him, the man who killed my mom.
Somebody paid him to do it.
Who hired you to kill her? Forget it.
You'll never touch them.
But I had to shoot him before I could find out who.
Someday soon I'm gonna find who had Coonan kill her.
And I'd like you around when I do.
Beckett.
Detective Beckett? Yeah.
This is John Raglan.
I was the lead investigator on your mother's homicide 12 years ago.
I remember you, Detective Raglan.
Listen, I We need to talk about your mother's case.
There's something you don't know.
There's a coffee shop at 4th and Main.
Meet me there in an hour.
Just you.
No cops.
- Beckett.
- Hey.
Come on in.
Can we talk for a second? That's him.
Lady, what part of "no cops" didn't you understand? He's not a cop.
Who the hell is he, then? He's someone I trust.
More coffee? Thank you.
Tell me what I don't know about my mom's murder.
Everybody drinks their coffee out of cardboard cups these days.
Or those plastic travel mugs.
But there's There's something about the way ceramic warms your hands.
It's weird, the things you notice.
I just got the long face from the doc.
Lymphoma.
Six months.
I'm sorry to hear about that.
Every year around the holidays, they run A Christmas Carol on local TV.
When I was a kid, I remember Jacob Marley scared the hell out of me, forced to drag that chain around in the next world.
"I wear the chain I forged in life.
" "I made it link by link.
" I hid a lot of sins behind my badge, and now I gotta carry them.
But your mother's case, that one weighs a ton.
Why? Because you wrote it off as random gang violence when you knew it wasn't? I did what I was told.
And I kept quiet because I was afraid.
About a year ago, there was a hostage standoff in your precinct.
You killed a hitman named Dick Coonan.
It was a big deal in the papers.
People noticed.
Who hired Coonan to kill my mom? You need some context here.
This thing started about 19 years ago, back before I ever knew who Johanna Beckett was.
Nineteen years ago, I I made a bad mistake, and that started the dominoes falling.
And one of them was your mom.
Everybody on the ground, now! Back away from the window! Away from the window! You're hit! I'm fine.
It's not my blood.
One Lincoln 40.
I have shots fired on 4th and Main.
I need backup and an ambulance.
One Lincoln 40, repeat your last transmission.
You were broken.
One Lincoln 40, repeat.
Castle? Dispatch to One Lincoln 40, repeat.
Dispatch to One Lincoln 40.
One Lincoln 40, are you there? One Lincoln 40.
Please be advised this is now a homicide.
Retired NYPD cop gunned down in front of one of my people.
Which means I'm gonna have to do a damn press conference.
Tell me you didn't come down here without backup.
- Sir, I - We were backing her, Captain.
Yeah, we were just down the block when it happened.
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
The hell am I gonna do with you? You're going to let me work this case.
You're too close to it.
It's all over your face.
You're thinking, "What was Raglan gonna tell me before he died?" when you should be thinking how you're gonna catch the guy that killed him.
Sir, Raglan was killed because he was gonna tell me something about my mother's case.
Nobody knows it better than I do.
Yeah, but I know you.
You're gonna pick up those scissors, run around the house with them.
But I'm telling you now, walk don't run.
Go where the evidence leads, not the other way around.
- Do you read me? - Yes, sir.
Loud and clear.
Found a bullet embedded in the booth,.
338 Magnum.
Fairly exotic, anti-personnel round.
Can you show me the trajectory? Yeah, it's right over here.
All right, I make the building across the street, 4th floor.
Esposito? Yeah, I'll lock it down.
Somebody had to have seen something in there.
Ryan, I am betting that Raglan's murderer followed him here.
Can you check with his neighbors, see if anyone was hanging around his place this morning? - You got it.
- Thanks.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You good? Yeah, I think I got it all off my hands.
It's different when it happens right in front of you.
You're close enough to watch the lights go out.
Yeah.
When I saw the blood on your shirt, I thought you'd been shot.
Uh, I'm gonna go to the 12th.
How about I drop you off at your place? Not a chance.
Okay.
Yo, so I checked out the 4th floor.
There's no prints, no casings, no witnesses.
But the good news is, it's a secure building.
The only way in or out is through the lobby.
And nobody gets through the lobby turnstiles without a key card.
So our shooter had a card.
Yeah, they're sending over a list of all their employees.
They're also downloading surveillance video from the lobby.
Hey, so, I talked to the neighbors.
Raglan was a widower.
No next of kin that I could find.
Super said he didn't really even have visitors, except every once in a while his buddy'd come over to watch a Yankee game.
Gary McCallister.
Raglan's old Academy classmate.
Get a hold of McCallister, see if he'll come in.
I wanna talk to him.
You got it.
Nineteen years ago.
What's that? Raglan started telling us about something that happened 19 years ago.
My mom's murder was 12 years ago.
It's not making any sense.
You know, I sacrificed my best years and worst marriages to this damn city.
You'd think that would be enough, but it never is.
It had to gobble up my best friend, too.
When was the last time you saw John Raglan? A week ago.
He told me he was dying.
What else did he tell you? Isn't that enough? I don't get it.
Raglan was retired by the time you came on the job.
What'd he want with you? Raglan was helping me with a cold case that I was working on, and I believe he was killed to keep him quiet.
Look, Raglan seemed to think that the case had something to do with something he did 19 years ago.
What was he into back then? What was he into? John Raglan was no angel, and New York was a different city back then, and I'm here to tell you kid gloves didn't get it done out there.
You police a damn theme park.
You're looking to start some half-assed truth commission, you can count me out.
I'm not trying to tarnish Raglan's memory.
I'm trying to find his murderer.
I told him not to get involved with that guy.
With who? Vulcan Simmons.
Vulcan Simmons? He runs half the drug trade in New York.
Raglan liked to play the ponies.
Nineteen, 20 years ago would be about the time he had a string of bad luck and he was hard up for money.
And then he wasn't.
And then he wasn't.
Word was he got well working as a dope courier for Simmons.
Moving product across town in his patrol car.
Now, Raglan worked Homicide for four years.
And I know Simmons put people in the ground.
If it were my case, I'd take a hard look at Vulcan Simmons.
Assault, attempted murder, extortion, possession with intent, witness intimidation.
And then it looks like it just dries up.
Nobody's booked him in years.
So what does that mean? He found religion? Means he got smart.
Swimming in deeper waters.
Guess he's come a long way since Washington Heights.
Wait, what? You said Washington Heights? Back in the day, Simmons used to run the drug trade in Washington Heights.
My mom and a group of her colleagues, they put together this campaign called Take Back The Neighborhood.
They were trying to get drug dealers off the streets in Washington Heights.
With Simmons running all the dope in that neighborhood, that campaign would've cost him.
That hitman, Coonan, we know that he was into dope.
Maybe that's how Simmons got in contact with him.
So Simmons hires Coonan to kill them all, including your mother, and pays his old friend Raglan to write off their homicides as random gang violence.
There would've been no way to trace the murders back to him.
Until Raglan threatens to reveal his role in the conspiracy, and Simmons has him silenced.
We'll have him in the box before lunch.
You painted since the last time I was here.
You'd have been about 16, wrestling some pimply kid in the back of his daddy's wagon, wondering if you were gonna give it to him or not.
Hey, that's enough! He's sweet on you.
Makes him brave.
What was your association with Detective John Raglan? Raglan.
Raglan, Raglan, Raglan.
Thirsty cop, right? Couldn't pick a winner to save his life.
Well, Detective, our association, as you put it, exceeded the statute of limitations many moons ago.
There's no statute of limitations on murder, Mr.
Simmons.
And here begins what is known as the initial confrontation.
During this phase of the interrogation, the interrogator may invade the suspect's personal space in order to increase his discomfort.
You want to invade my personal space? Look at me.
Twelve years ago, Johanna Beckett led a big Take Back The Neighborhood campaign in Washington Heights.
That must have pissed you off.
And this would be theme development.
Presenting the crime through the eyes of the suspect.
Johanna Beckett was murdered along with two of her colleagues.
They were professional hits carried out on your orders.
And you had your pet homicide detective John Raglan bury them.
Look at her face.
Tell me you don't remember her.
You know, Detective Beckett, I think I do remember her.
Bled out in an alley like the trash she was.
Mr.
Simmons, you better watch it.
Rich bitch from uptown on safari in the Heights.
Somebody should've warned her not to feed or tease the animals.
You If they had, she might not have gotten eaten.
From what I hear, though, she was pretty tasty.
Whoa, Beckett! Back off, Castle! Remember your old life, Vulcan.
Savor it.
Because I'm gonna take it all away.
- Stand down.
- Beckett, that's enough.
Stand down! You want some, too? Come on.
That's enough! I might have to kick that son of a bitch loose now, you realize that? Sir, you heard him.
He as much as confessed to the murder.
Come on.
He's playing you.
And you let him get under your skin, acting like a damn rookie.
We've got nothing to tie him to Raglan's murder or your mother's.
You're off this case.
No, sir, you can't do that.
Not now.
- I just did.
- No.
I just did! Now you go home.
Beckett? Kate! You, too, Castle.
Clear out.
What did I do? I don't need you playing Nancy Drew on this.
As of this moment, you two are running point on Raglan's homicide.
Uh Captain, my partner and I don't wish to be insubordinate.
But we respectfully decline the assignment.
What does it say on my badge? - Captain.
- Now, read the fine print.
It says get your ass out there and solve Raglan's murder before I bust you both back down to Traffic.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
You want to help her? Find that shooter.
Solve the damn case.
What if it had been you? I didn't know you were home.
I heard about the shooting on the news.
It could have been you.
You know that, don't you? Yeah, but I'm fine.
It wasn't me.
Richard, this isn't one of your books.
You don't know the ending.
You were just lucky yesterday.
You're overreacting, Mother.
Where is this coming from? How the hell can you ask me something like that? Think about how much you love Alexis and that is how much I love you.
And don't you dare ask me where this is coming from.
You have gotten through most of your life on your wit and charm and no small amount of talent, but that is the real world out there, and you can't charm your way out of a bullet.
You think I should quit? I think you should be honest with yourself about why you're doing this.
You have written 22 novels before you met her, and you didn't need to spend every day in a police station in order to finish them.
It's not about the books anymore.
So you think Simmons hired the sniper? We find the sniper, we can ask him.
I figured he had to disassemble his rifle, right? Break his weapon down to a less conspicuous shape in order to get it through the lobby, something fit inside of a briefcase.
Everyone in that lobby is carrying a damn briefcase.
You should be a detective.
We can't come up empty on this one.
I know, bro.
Oh! That wasn't an accident.
He just lifted her key card.
So much for the card telling us who the sniper was.
Wait a minute.
He's not wearing gloves.
So what? He didn't touch any printable surfaces.
He touched her.
We can print a dead body, right? So why can't we print a live one? She's probably showered by now.
Not necessarily.
It's Saturday.
It's barely afternoon.
Come on.
Hey, Castle.
Hey.
Where's Josh? Oh, he's in Africa, he's saving the world.
Uh, I brought you some I just thought after everything You might wanna Here.
Thank you.
That's really sweet.
- You wanna come in? - Sure.
Wow! Nice.
You know, I was thinking on the way over here.
All the best cops, Dirty Harry, Cobra, the guy from Police Academy who makes the helicopter noises, they all have one thing in common.
Plucky sidekick? That, and they do their very best work after they've been booted off a case.
Is that what you came all the way over here to tell me? Montgomery booted us off the Raglan murder, but he didn't say anything about your mother's case, did he? Here's my plan.
I sneak back into the station wearing a hat.
Montgomery always takes a coffee break 15 minutes after the hour.
I get your mother's file wearing soft shoes.
The south entrance says What? Come on, Castle, I got to show you something.
You know, I sometimes forget that you live with this every day.
Josh know about this? No.
When did you start? Through the summer.
When you were in the Hamptons.
And how far have you gotten? Well, aside from my mom, there was also Diane Cavanaugh, Jennifer Stewart.
They volunteered for her from time to time for the Justice Initiative.
And the fourth victim was Scott Murray.
He was a document clerk at the courthouse.
You know, Castle, up until today, I'd always run this on the theory that they got killed because of a legal case that they were working on.
My mom requested a court file just before she was murdered.
And that file went missing.
Well, your mom must have had personal papers.
Appointment book? Something that could tell you what she was working on before she died.
I went through all of that nine years ago.
There's nothing.
Yeah, but a lot's happened since then.
Maybe you missed something.
So the guy who touched my arm was a murderer? Figures.
Why do I attract all the creeps? I dated this one guy Craig for, like, two months and I thought, like, he was the one.
And I called him up one night, and his roommate answered the phone and told me that Craig had died and I was, like, devastated.
And me and the roommate, we scattered his ashes throughout Central Park, the whole thing.
And I worked through the stages of grief with my life coach and a lot of random guys, and I was getting into acceptance when I ran into Craig at a bar.
He had faked his own death! - Unbelievable.
I know, right? All he had to do was say he didn't want us to date anymore.
I mean, it's not like I'm some psycho.
- Looks like we got a lift.
- Thank you.
Well, good thing I slept in late, huh? There's nothing in her appointment book.
Not that I can make any sense of, anyway.
She had her own system and my dad and I could never figure it out.
Oh, you were adorable.
Did your mom take these? Yeah, about three weeks before she died.
Oh, I don't get to see you in action? Trust me, Castle, it was not pretty.
Now I have to see it.
Hmm.
What? Uh There's 24 exposures on this roll, but there's only 20 pictures.
What is it? I don't know.
An empty street? Castle, this is where my mom was murdered.
I don't understand.
These pictures were developed a week before she was killed.
Why would she be taking photos of that alley? I don't know.
I always thought it was just a convenient place for the killer to attack.
I mean, it was dark, it was secluded But what if there was more to it than that? What if she was looking into something that happened in that alley when they killed her? Well, I'd have to go into the old archives and reports, and Captain Montgomery won't let me back in the precinct right now.
I'll go.
Hal Lockwood.
Male, white, 32.
Record's clean.
According to this, Lockwood's never had so much as a traffic citation.
Credit history only goes back about two years.
Got to be a cover ID.
Ha! His credit card's active.
Shows Lockwood's checked into a corporate suite in Midtown right now.
NYPD! NYPD! Clear! Clear! Looks like we just missed him.
Yo, look at this.
He's been watching her.
Ryan and Esposito traced your sniper to a corporate suite in midtown.
He's been on you since Raglan's murder.
This isn't just a kook with a deer rifle and a copy of Catcher in the Rye.
This guy's a professional.
Highly-trained and well-funded.
May be part of a team.
Sir, we've got to let Castle know.
He does.
He's back at the 12th.
I caught him in the men's room poking through some old reports.
You want to tell me about that? You really want to know? Listen, I'm going to have to put a detail on you, but I need you to stay home.
If this sniper is after me, the safest place in the city is the 12th.
You've got to let me have this, Roy.
Let me come back and work on my mom's case.
No.
I'm sorry.
Absolutely not.
CSU analyzed the capsules we found in Lockwood's suite.
They found they contain a highly concentrated form of an anti-anxiety drug called Prazepam.
That fits.
A good sniper fires between heartbeats.
Back in Special Forces, some of the guys would use anti-anxiety meds to slow down their heart rate.
Gives them more time to shoot.
These didn't come from any commercial lab.
They were hand-ground by someone on the street.
Someone very good with chemicals.
Someone like Vulcan Simmons.
I thought the same thing, but check this out.
Dealers sometimes use symbols like these to mark their products.
These symbols don't belong to Simmons.
They're the brand of a street pharmacist in SoHo named Chad Rodrick.
Chad Rodrick.
You must be one lucky guy.
You've been arrested for possession of pseudoephedrine, possession of forged triplicate prescriptions, and the manufacture of a controlled substance, but never convicted.
Those were all misunderstandings.
I'm just a college student, with my father's lawyer on speed dial.
You know why you're here? No, but I'm going to guess it has something to do with class resentment.
I bet it's a special treat for you to interrogate above your station.
You're here because you sold these to him.
But we're not dope cops, Chad.
So these, we don't care about.
Him, we want.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
You guys can't arrest me.
You don't have proof of anything.
We're not going to arrest you, Chad.
We're just going to detain you for a while in lockup.
We've got a parolee in there.
Sex offender, 6' 1 ", couple bills and change.
They call him Peppermint.
And he'd just love to meet a handsome, young man of your station.
We know you sold custom-blend Prazepam, which is a controlled substance.
But we're running a special today.
All we want to know is where we can find him.
Or you can go to lockup, and meet your new friend.
Listen, I sold those two weeks ago, but not to him.
I've never seen this guy before in my life.
Who bought the pills? Jolene, she's one of my regulars.
Tell me about her.
Blonde, 30s.
I think she lives somewhere in Brooklyn.
- Last name? - I don't know.
She just shows up when she wants something.
I swear.
I don't even know how to get a hold of her.
You talk to Montgomery? Yeah.
Castle, there's something I need you to do.
Name it.
Go home.
Forget it.
Fear does not exist in this dojo.
Look, I signed up for this when I put that badge on.
You didn't.
It's not your fight.
The hell it isn't.
I don't hang around you just to annoy you.
I don't ride out to murder scenes in the middle of the night to satisfy some morbid curiosity.
If that's all this was, I would've quit a long time ago.
Well, then, why do you keep coming back, Rick? Look, I may not have a badge, unless you count the chocolate one Alexis gave me for my birthday.
But I'll tell you this, like it or not, I'm your plucky sidekick.
Plucky sidekick always gets killed.
Partner, then.
Okay.
What'd you find? You remember what Raglan said back at the coffee shop - about this thing going back 19 years? - Uh-huh.
Turns out, before your mother, there was another murder in this alley back when it was the back entrance to a club called Sons of Palermo.
It was a mafia hangout.
I didn't know this was a club.
It got shut down years before your mom was killed.
After an FBI agent by the name of Bob Armen was killed in the alley behind it.
It says Armen was working undercover inside the mafia.
Somehow, the mob got on to Armen and used the old family remedy.
Summary execution.
The NYPD arrested a mob enforcer in Armen's murder.
A guy by the name of Joe Pulgatti.
He later pled guilty.
And guess who the arresting officer was.
Officer John Raglan.
Your mother was a civil rights attorney.
Did she ever mention Armen's murder or Pulgatti's conviction? No, but there's got to be a connection somewhere.
I bet Pulgatti could shed some light on it.
I didn't kill Bobby Armen.
Then why'd you plead guilty? 'Cause I don't like needles.
Detective Raglan places you in the alley at the time of the murder.
Yeah, I was in that alley with Bobby.
I was the only witness to his murder.
But it wasn't a hit.
It was a kidnapping that went sideways.
Three guys in ski masks rolled up in a van.
Said they wanted to take me on a tour of the city.
Bobby tried to stop them.
He went for one of their guns and wound up on the wrong end of it.
Were the guys from a rival family? No.
No way.
We had a truce going back then, because there was this ghost crew out there, professional kidnappers targeting members of all five families.
Look, I was in that alley with Bobby.
But no one else could've known that.
It was a blind alley.
And the only other people in it when Bobby was shot were the people who shot him.
So you tell me, Detective, how could Raglan have known I was there? You're saying Raglan was one of the kidnappers? There was a lawyer named Johanna Beckett.
Are you familiar with her? She was murdered in the alley about seven years into your incarceration.
You look just like her, you know.
You first walked in here, it was like I was looking at a ghost.
The way she talked about you, I should've known you'd become a cop.
I sent letters to every lawyer I could find, and your mother was the only one who wrote me back.
The only one willing to take a chance on me.
She didn't care that I was a thug.
All she cared about was the truth.
Yeah, she came to visit me here, she said she'd look into my case.
Later I found out she was murdered.
Don't get yourself killed chasing this thing.
Take it from me, there's nothing more dangerous out there than a killer with a badge.
We'll talk about the definition of "a direct order" later.
Right now, I just want to hear what you found.
Okay, here's what we know so far.
Nineteen years ago, Raglan and at least two other cops were kidnapping mobsters for ransom.
Things went south when they tried to snatch Joe Pulgatti.
They mistakenly killed an undercover Fed named Bob Armen.
To cover their asses, they pinned Armen's murder on Pulgatti.
And then, seven years later, my mom and a group of her colleagues tried to put together an appeal for Pulgatti.
Now the cops knew that if the case got overturned, they would all be exposed.
So they hired Dick Coonan to kill all of them.
And Raglan wrote off their homicides as random gang violence.
And that would've been the end of it, but Raglan found out he was dying, decided he wanted to come clean.
So they had to silence him, too.
Pulgatti said that there were three kidnappers in that van.
That means there's at least two conspirators out there now.
And we already know who one of them is.
Raglan's old Academy buddy, Gary McCallister.
How do you know that? I pulled the dispatcher's log from the archives.
There was another unit backing Raglan when he arrested Pulgatti.
A one-man patrol unit, Officer Gary McCallister.
Get that son of a bitch.
Vulcan Simmons had nothing to do with this.
But as a former cop, you knew that he fit the part, and so you used him to throw us off.
When the truth is that you and Raglan were up to your necks in murder and kidnappings.
Listen, it's easy for you to sit in judgment now, but you weren't there.
We did what we thought we had to do.
And you did plenty.
Kidnapping, cover-ups.
You killed a Fed and then you pinned it on Pulgatti.
You want me to tell you about Joe Pulgatti? About the people he put in the hospital? The ones he put in the river? He and the rest of those jackals fed on this city for decades.
But you couldn't touch them because they bought everybody.
And this part, this part I want you to know, 'cause this part I'm not ashamed of, 'cause at least we tried to do something.
It wasn't pretty and it wasn't legal, but it was right.
Kidnapping people for a ransom was right? We called it incarceration.
Yeah.
We'd grab them off the street and we'd take them somewhere and we'd tune them up.
We put the fear of God into them, at least for a while.
But we knew we couldn't hold them forever.
So we set bail.
And I'm here to tell you that we set it high.
If those bastards wanted back on the street, they were going to have to pay for their way.
When my mom put together that appeal for Pulgatti, you got worried that she'd get on to you.
And so you hired Dick Coonan to kill her.
No.
And then when Raglan grew a conscience, you had him killed, too.
No, I didn't have anything to do with that.
That was That was somebody else.
- Who? - Somebody you'll never touch.
Who? You don't understand, Detective.
You woke the dragon.
And this is so much bigger than you realize.
And I'm done talking.
I want a lawyer.
He's afraid of someone and it's not a cop.
We've got to find that shooter.
I think we got a lead on him.
According to Rodrick, a woman named Jolene bought those capsules that we found in Lockwood's corporate suite.
- Girlfriend? Probably.
All we got is, blonde, 30s, lives in Brooklyn.
So we fed her descriptors in the DMV database, got it narrowed down to two women.
Jolene Granger, and Jolene Anders.
You guys take Jolene Anders, we'll take Granger.
You call me when you get her.
Roger that.
Jolene Granger? NYPD.
Jolene? Esposito.
Jolene Granger's dead.
We're on our way.
Cover your ears! Esposito? Esposito! So, what do you got? What you heard was a flash-bang.
Lockwood must have grabbed them.
Only thing we've recovered so far are the cell phones.
He dumped both of their phones so we can't GPS track them.
We couldn't find Jolene's cell phone, either.
Lockwood must've gotten rid of it.
Because her phone was a link to him.
She'd call him on it.
There's got to be a cell phone bill around here somewhere.
I want to congratulate you both.
I don't know how you found my place.
But I've been doing this kind of work for a while now, and no one's ever come that close to me.
My problem is that your investigation has gone further than I expected.
And now in order for me to finish my job, I need to know exactly what you know about me and my employer.
Now, I've got a lot of respect for you guys.
What? I do.
Now, I'm going to make you a deal.
You tell me what I need to know, one pro to another, and I will put a bullet in your brain.
You don't, you jerk me around, and you will be begging me to before this night is up.
I'm going to have to go with option B.
Oh, yeah.
We're definitely going to jerk you around.
What's her account number? All right, if we can figure out her mother's maiden name, they'll email us the password.
I need everything you can get on Jolene Granger, specifically her mother's maiden name.
Listen, ass clown, I was in Catholic school for 12 years.
Hell, they used to do this to me for talking in class.
You're dead, Lockwood.
Yeah, you know, they always start off with bravado.
The begging comes later.
See, this is ice cold water.
It'll burn like hell when it hits his lungs, but he won't lose consciousness right away.
But all this stops when you tell me how much the cops know! Lockwood would have been one of the last numbers she called.
Got it.
917-555-0176.
- I need a GPS - Castle, you've done it again.
That guy's going to spot a SWAT team from a block away, warn Lockwood.
We call in the cavalry and they're both dead.
I'm open to dumb ideas here.
Good 'cause I got one.
He's not buying it, Castle.
That was amazing.
The way you knocked him out, I mean Let's go.
Yeah.
Okay! Don't tell this jack hole anything.
I'm sorry, bro.
I can't watch this.
Listen to me.
You're too late.
The cops already know all about me and your mom.
Shoot out one of his kneecaps.
No, no! No, hey! No! Come on! You okay? - Huh? Never better.
Hey there, Chuck Norris.
How's the hand? Excruciating.
Mmm.
How's Ryan and Esposito? Mild hypothermia.
Wounded pride.
Guess which one will heal first? Thank you for having my back in there.
Always.
We booked you as John Doe.
You sure as hell aren't Hal Lockwood.
Who hired you? I put a lot of people in this place.
Some of them want to kill me.
Others, never been treated so fairly in their lives.
And so they form this attachment to me.
It's like I'm their favorite school teacher.
Some of those people might visit you while you're in here.
Like the ghosts that visit Scrooge.
And after some time with them, you might find yourself a changed man.
So I will be back here week after week to ask you who hired you till that miracle occurs.