Castle s07e01 Episode Script

Previously on Castle We're getting married! How close are you? I got our marriage license in my pocket, and I will be there soon.
Yes, this is she.
- Beckett! - Castle! Stay back! There's nothing you can do! No! Oh, my God! Castle.
Castle.
It's empty.
He's not here! He's not in the car! You sure he's not in the car? Even with a fire that hot, there'd still be a body.
He's gotta be nearby.
You really think he He's here, he has to be.
We have to start a search.
We could use more men.
Sergeant! I'm Detective Beckett, NYPD.
The man that was in that car is one of our own.
We need to scrub every inch of this area.
I'll get my men on it.
You have search and rescue dogs? I'll call them in.
Okay.
I need to help them.
You're no use to anyone dressed like that.
We'll get started here, you go change.
Come on, let's get you into some other clothes.
Okay, I'll be right back.
All right, I'm gonna search up near the road.
Maybe Castle managed to bail out before the car crash.
All right, we'll start on the car.
See if we can tell what happened and where he went.
All right.
Airbag went off.
It only activates when someone's in that seat, so your man was definitely at the wheel.
Yeah, but if he walked away, where is he? And why isn't he picking up? Maybe his phone's damaged, or he's disoriented.
I've seen it before.
But if he left this vehicle, there's gonna be tracks or a blood trail.
- Hello? - Hey, Javi.
Walk to the back of Castle's car.
What for? Just do it, okay? Check the passenger rear side.
Tell me what you see.
Looks like it took a hit on the right side.
Busted a tail light.
That's 'cause Castle got bumped by another car and run off the road.
I got debris up here.
All right, call local CSU.
Maybe those pieces can help us ID that car.
Detective, I think I got something.
Tracks going from the car up to the road.
Water washed part of the trail, but it looks like three people.
Three people? That can't be right.
See the two troughs in the dirt? Yeah.
Made by heels from a pair of shoes.
So he was run off the road, then dragged from the car.
Castle got grabbed.
What? Had Taggert set up road blocks to stop and search every vehicle.
We figured that the car that ran Castle into the ditch may be the same car he's in now.
Okay, we get a description? Not yet, but CSU thinks the side marker glass up ahead came from a GM.
Local PD is canvassing to see if anyone saw any vehicles leaving the area.
What about Castle's cell phone? His provider says it's shut off.
Contacted the FBI to see if it can be turned on remotely.
It's a long shot, but you never know.
What else? Kate, everything that can be done is being done.
Espo, don't tell me that.
They took him, I need to do something.
Then tell us about that phone call you got.
Was he nervous? Did he indicate in any way he was being followed? No.
He was just Normal.
He was normal.
Hey, Sergeant Taggert may have a witness.
Guy runs a fruit stand up the road.
Yeah, I definitely saw a Mercedes go by around the time you're talking.
Bronze-colored.
That's Castle's car.
What about any cars after that? Let's see.
There was a Volkswagen Bug, a Ferrari.
An SUV.
No one's gonna run him off the road with a Bug or a Ferrari.
Talk to me about that SUV.
It was an Escalade.
Black with tinted windows and chrome wheels.
How is it you happen to remember it so clearly? Because I saw it twice.
Passed heading north, then he blew by again, maybe 10 minutes later.
They were headed south, off of Long Island, with Castle.
I'll put out an APB on the Escalade.
I'm gonna call State Police, have them set up checkpoints at every road leading off of Long Island.
Getting Castle off the island may not be the plan.
The Feds just called.
They were able to remotely activate Castle's phone for a few seconds.
Did they get a location? Yeah, he's still on the island.
According to his GPS, as of 10 minutes ago he was in Medford.
How far is Medford from here? Not far the way I'm gonna drive.
It says Castle's GPS was about State Police are 10 minutes out.
They want you to wait for back-up.
Not a chance in hell.
It's right over there.
Eighty-five feet and closing.
Which way? Other side of this car carrier, I think.
Sixty feet now.
There.
Black Escalade.
Yeah.
That's ground zero for Castle's GPS.
So he's in there.
No.
Stop! Do not move! Stop! On the ground! Don't move! Freeze! On the ground now! What have you done? What have you done? Beckett, we got him! We got him.
No! Beckett, stop! No! No! No! Gary Duffin.
You're no stranger to rooms like this.
This time it's different.
This time your only option is to give me answers.
And what if I don't? You were in the junkyard when that SUV came in.
Who was in it? You know what? I want a lawyer.
Ahh! You're a low-level dirtbag, Gary.
You're not a criminal mastermind, so start talking.
Ahh! Who was in the car? Who had you crush it? Was Castle in the car? Was he in the car? Was he alive? Ahh! You're gonna break my finger! And then after that there's nine more.
So tell me what I wanna know.
Start talking.
I got nothing to say.
What? What is it? Forensics came back on the SUV.
There was no blood or tissue.
Castle wasn't inside.
Okay.
So he's still out there.
Which means they crushed the car to cover their tracks.
Okay, get CSU to sweep for DNA and prints.
And let's move Gary Duffin to a holding cell.
So you can do what to him? I was watching.
Getting booted off the force is not gonna help anything.
Espo, he knows who took Castle.
Well, he's never gonna give them up.
Whoever they are, he's way more afraid of them than he is of you.
Fine, we'll try another angle.
For now.
Thanks.
So, we are dead-ended on the SUV.
Ran the VIN number, turns out that it was stolen from a long-term parking lot near JFK with conveniently lousy video surveillance.
Okay, let's dig deeper into our car crusher, Gary Duffin.
Look into his background, his known associates.
That might lead us to whoever took Castle.
We're on it.
Detective.
Do you have a moment? Yes, sir.
How are you holding up? I'm fine.
I truly can't imagine what you're going through, how you can focus at a time like this.
Uh, sir, please don't take me off of this case.
Oh, I won't.
Unless you give me cause to.
You keep doing what you're doing.
Okay, thank you.
And you should know, we're using every resource that we have to find Mr.
Castle, including calling in the FBI.
There's a Special Agent Connors waiting to speak with you.
Sir, with all due respect, I'm under the gun here.
I don't have time to bring the FBI up to speed.
I'm already up to speed, Detective.
I just have a few questions.
Kate, they can help.
I understand investigating this case puts you in a terribly difficult position.
Yeah.
But I need to talk to you about Mr.
Castle.
Outside of his family, you're the one who knew him best.
Yeah, well, he didn't have any problems with gambling, money, drugs, affairs.
So we can skip all of that.
I understand he was headed to the Hamptons when he was abducted.
Yeah, for our wedding.
Who knew he was making that drive? The wedding guests, um Catering staff.
I'll need their names.
I've got a list.
But they're all friends and family.
Still.
Agent Connors, do you think that this could be a ransom kidnapping? If it is, we'll be ready.
It's standard protocol to set up a trap-and-trace in Mr.
Castle's loft in the event the kidnappers call.
We'll also monitor family cell phones.
You sound like you don't expect those phones to ring.
Agent Connors, do you know something that I don't? I just keep coming back to how much easier it would've been to grab Castle in the city.
Instead, they took him on Long Island, just as he was about to get married.
To you.
Do you think that this has something to do with me? You and Mr.
Castle worked a lot of cases together.
Could someone you went after have taken revenge? Yeah, a lot of people.
Okay, well, I'll start by taking a run at Gary Duffin.
You go through your case files, come up with a list of potential suspects.
Keep me apprised of what you find.
As long as you do the same.
He'll come back.
Of course he will, darling.
Your father will be home before you know it.
Thanks.
We'll find him.
So, was Agent Connors able to get anything out of Duffin? Not a word, so he moved back to FBI HQ.
Are those the perps you think might have made a move on Castle? Yeah.
Starting with Senator Bracken.
You think Bracken's behind this? Well, we've ruined his life and had him sent to prison.
Taking Castle down on his way to our wedding would be just like him.
Or like 3XK for that matter.
Or Mickey Barbozza.
Or any of the other dozens of people we've had put away over the past few years.
I mean, it could be any of them.
Or none of them.
Hey, we're gonna figure this out, okay? Kate, don't get lost in worst-case scenarios.
When Alexis was taken, it tied back to Castle's dad.
Maybe he's mixed up in this.
And if he is, he's gonna look out for his son.
Except this is shaping up to be more mob-related.
What makes you say that? I ran Gary Duffin's cell records.
Right before he crushed that SUV, he got a call from a Jersey mobster.
That must be the guy who ordered Gary to squash that car, and why he's so scared to talk.
Who is this mobster? One Vincent Cardano.
Vinnie Cardano? I met him.
Castle knows him.
Was there ever a problem between them? Yeah.
There was.
No, there wasn't.
Trust me, things are simpatico with me and Castle.
Fact is, it pains my soul that Rick is missing.
What can I do to help? I was there the night that you got angry with him and stormed out.
He near accused me of murder.
He impugned my integrity.
But we made our peace ages ago over a nice bottle of Valpolicella.
Then why did you call Gary Duffin earlier today? Was it to tell him to destroy a certain SUV? What's an SUV got to do with this? It was involved in Castle's abduction.
This I did not know.
But you did have Gary crush that car? We're entering into a gray area here.
You're an accessory to kidnapping.
There's nothing gray about that.
I'm telling you, Kate, I did not have Rick grabbed.
Then stop playing games and tell me, why did you have the car crushed? Vinnie, you said that you wanted to help him.
This is your chance.
Okay, listen.
On occasion, clients might need to make a vehicle disappear.
And for 10 grand, such a thing can be handled.
What was the name of the client? No names came up.
He called me in the morning.
He said the right things.
We struck a deal.
But I never met the man.
It was all anonymous.
Then how did you get paid? We used a drop.
The client left a bag full of cash in a dumpster on the Lower East Side, right after the SUV got turned into a panini.
After? What happens if you crush a car and then you don't get your money? That does not happen.
Where exactly is this dumpster? Based on what Cardano said, this is the drop point.
Now, what are we looking at here? This is not street cam footage.
There's no coverage in the area.
But after a rash of break-ins, one of the buildings installed hidden cameras, and I was able to tap in.
This is in the time window when the drop should have taken place.
We get eyes on Cardano's client, we can get a real lead on who took Castle.
There.
Go back.
That's him, that's the client, dropping off the cash.
I'll set up a canvass.
Someone had to see where this guy came from or where he went.
Yeah, this is Esposito.
Connect me with Wait.
Freeze that.
Zoom in.
It can't be.
It is.
That's Castle! He's the one who dropped off the cash? Do you want me to run it again? I need to get some air.
Yeah, Tory, one more time, please.
What are you gonna see that you didn't see before? Maybe we missed something.
Yeah, we missed something! Castle's in on this.
He planned the whole thing.
Maybe it isn't really him.
Just think about it.
try to frame him for murder.
A guy with Castle's face.
No.
No, Kevin, it wasn't just his face.
It was his clothes.
It was his movements, his body.
It was him, on his own.
Just hours after he was supposedly abducted.
Beckett, this doesn't make any sense.
He wouldn't do that.
Not Castle.
Look into Castle, okay? Find out what he did, who he talked to just before he went missing.
And brief Agent Connors.
What are you gonna do now? I'm gonna talk to his family.
And these images were taken after the accident? The car fire? Yes.
So he's alive.
He's not being held captive by God-knows-who.
Wait, are you saying Dad was run off the road by an SUV, and after that, he paid to have it crushed? It looks that way, yeah.
Well, that's ridiculous.
Why on earth would he do such a thing? Was he going through anything that I didn't know about? Like what? Pressure that he was under that he kept to himself.
Of course not.
Right, Gram? No, no, no, no.
I would have noticed.
And what about the wedding? Did he have any misgivings? Misgivings? Katherine, that was the farthest thing from his mind.
He couldn't wait to be married to you.
You don't think he'd just walk away, do you? No.
Then what's going on here? I don't know.
But there's gotta be another explanation.
I don't think there is.
The video clearly shows Castle out in the world, not under duress.
It changes the dynamics of the case.
No, this is still a kidnapping.
That video could be a fake.
All it shows is Castle throwing away a bag.
That could've been shot a month ago.
It wasn't.
Our tech team analyzed the footage.
It's authentic.
Were you aware he withdrew a large sum just before he disappeared? Yes, it was for our honeymoon.
Vinnie Cardano turned over the 10,000 dollars that was left in the dumpster.
It's the same money that Castle withdrew.
That's not possible.
That's because you're locked into your own version of events.
But, Detective, I can show you those bills, the matching serial numbers.
There's something else going on.
There has to be.
It all lines up, right down to the fact that Castle knew Cardano, knew he could make cars vanish.
So, what? He went through this charade just to stage his own disappearance? Why? People are complex.
Maybe he had a breakdown.
Or a personal crisis.
And maybe there is a secret side to the man that nobody knows.
Including you.
Look, Agent Connors, I know that there are a lot of unanswered questions here, but you cannot stop looking for him.
We'll follow every lead to the end.
But once those leads dry up, we have to scale back our investigation.
I will find Castle.
With or without the FBI.
You're assuming he wants to be found.
My name is Detective Kate Beckett.
I'm calling from the New York Homicide Division.
calling to see if there was any recent activity.
if you had a gentleman named Richard Castle check into your hotel within the last 48 hours.
Castle? Yeah.
He was about 6'2".
Take a look at local airlines, gas stations, and pull traffic cams.
Traffic footage.
Traffic cams.
Hamptons.
Past 48 hours.
Is there anything you can get me? At the Hamptons? Thank you.
Richard Castle's mysterious disappearance.
FBI agents left the NYPD's 12th Precinct Hey, Mark, can you put me in to the French consulate? calling from the United States.
I need to speak with the private jet company.
in regards to a Richard Castle.
Okay, anything coming out of the Hamptons? For the past two weeks.
Okay, I'll look for it in my e-mail.
No, I need it right away.
This is the United States Coast Guard.
Please respond if you are in distress or need assistance.
He was found adrift 80 miles off the coast of Delaware by a Coast Guard Cutter that was out there mapping the currents.
Captain recognized who he was and had him airlifted here.
What was he doing in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean? Yeah, especially in a dinghy with three bullet holes in it.
He was shot? The captain said no.
But the doctors here won't give us any updates on his condition.
Where are Martha and Alexis? They're in a patrol car on the way here now.
Okay.
Kate? I'm fine.
I just never thought I'd see him again.
Castle? Hey.
It's me.
Dad? Richard, darling.
What's wrong with him? Mr.
Castle hasn't sustained any serious injuries, and his vital signs continue to improve.
But he is recovering from the effects of exposure and dehydration.
Why hasn't he regained consciousness? We're running some additional tests to find out, but at this point, we don't think there's any cause for alarm.
But we'd like to stay with him, keep him company, if that's all right.
Of course.
Thank you.
Kate! Lanie.
How is he? He's stable, but he's still unconscious.
So we still don't know what happened to him? No.
Well, if there's anything I can do Actually, yeah.
I need you to take a look at him.
You do know living patients aren't my thing, right? No, Lanie, look, I don't want you to treat him, I want you to look at him as if it was a case.
See if you can find any evidence of where he's been and what he's been through.
I'll see what I can do.
Okay.
All right.
I'm with Beckett.
I never thought we'd see Castle again.
Still, where's he been? You saw those bullet holes.
Maybe he used the boat to escape from whoever abducted him.
The guy faked his own kidnapping and then ran off.
Now, how could he do that to Beckett? As long as we've known him, worked with him? Don't you think Castle deserves the benefit of the doubt? You guys, none of us knows the truth about Castle.
Not yet.
And, Espo, you know what? If you're wrong, then he was a victim.
So instead of us just standing around waiting for him to wake up, why don't we start by figuring out who owns that dinghy? I'm already on it.
Boat had expired tags registered to a Curtis Holt of Savannah, Georgia.
We called Holt.
He said that he sold it over a year ago at a garage sale.
He can't recall who he sold it to.
Okay, check his story, find the current owner.
We find the owner, we'll figure out where Castle was coming from.
In the meantime, I'll talk to the ship's captain and see if he can tell us anything else.
Based on Mr.
Castle's condition, I'm guessing he'd been in that vessel four or five days.
Okay, could the dinghy have come from a larger boat? Not likely.
See, it has fenders, or pads, to protect the paint.
And the position of the fenders points to it being moored at a dock.
Is there any way to know where that dock is? I can give you my best guess.
The dinghy had a six-horse motor, two hours' worth of fuel, if the tanks were full.
After it ran dry, it drifted for four or five days.
So, based on winds and current vectors, it probably launched somewhere between Rhode Island and southern Maine.
Looks like we caught a break.
Turns out that sky-blue dinghy was a standard white when it came out of the factory.
And how does that help us? Well, the previous owner pimped it out.
He added custom fishing-rod holders and painted it sky blue.
Making it a relative rarity in the world of dinghies.
So, going off what the captain told you, we put out a BOLO on all sky-blue dinghies to all law enforcement along the coast from Rhode Island to Maine.
We got a hit.
A park ranger in Gloucester, Massachusetts, recalls seeing it at a private dock.
This is a satellite photo off the web taken a month ago.
This is the private dock the ranger was talking about.
And there's a sky-blue dinghy.
Complete with custom fishing-rod holders, just like the boat Castle was found in.
Okay, so this looks like a mobile home.
Does the dock belong to it? It's all part of the same property.
Owned by one Henry Jenkins.
Whatever's going on with Castle, this is where he came from.
And this guy must be involved.
Thanks for holding down the fort, Sergeant Simms.
All I did was hang around and watch a mobile home.
What's this all about? It's about the owner, Henry Jenkins.
Do you know him? No, we don't get over here too much.
Whoever he is, he's not home.
I didn't notice any signs of life.
Okay, well, we'll take it over from here.
I'm a radio call away if you need me.
Thank you.
Looks like Henry Jenkins scrubbed himself off the web.
All Tory can find out is what we already know.
He runs a private security firm in Boston.
And we still don't know what kind of security.
Are we talking mall cops or military contractor? Either way, that would give him access to firearms, which could explain the bullet holes in the boat.
Yeah, but what's the link between him and Castle? Why would he be mixed up with this guy? It's Lanie.
She may have something.
Stand by.
Kate, I talked Castle's doctor into letting me look him over, and I came across a few strange things.
Strange how? No trace evidence on Castle's clothes, but I did find a key sewn into the lining of his pants.
What kind of a key? I'm not sure.
But it has "38" stamped on it.
That mean anything to you? No.
Okay, then there's his blood work.
I found antibodies to dengue fever.
That means Castle was exposed to the virus within the last two months.
Wait, isn't dengue fever tropical? Yeah.
It's mostly found in Latin America, Africa, and Asia.
That doesn't make any sense.
Neither does the bullet wound I found.
Castle was grazed across the ribs.
Okay, that makes a little bit more sense.
There were bullet holes on the boat.
But this wound was mainly healed.
He was shot a few weeks ago.
A few weeks ago? Are you sure? Maybe even longer.
Kate, what the hell was Castle mixed up in? Hey, Beckett, I just saw the curtain move.
Someone's in there.
I'll call you back.
Let's go.
You get eyes on anyone? Negative.
On the ground! On the ground! Let me see your hands! Put your hands where we can see 'em! Now! Now! Now! What's in the bags? Trash! Trash! Trash, I was taking out the trash.
Talk to me about Richard Castle.
I'm telling you, I don't know the guy.
I've never even heard of him.
There's no sign that anyone else has been here.
'Cause no one comes here but me.
This is my weekend place.
This is your boat, correct? It would appear to be.
If you don't know Mr.
Castle, then how did he end up in this boat in the middle of the ocean? I have no idea.
But I did notice that it was missing when I came up here a few days ago.
So your boat was missing, but you didn't report that? I never use the damn thing.
I mean, I don't even know why I bought it.
I just figured it came unmoored, or it got stolen.
Who would steal a dinghy? Well, there was a man who was hanging around, down by the beach.
A man? Describe him.
Um Late 30s, I would guess.
Tall, brown hair, big build.
Yeah.
That's definitely him.
He was on the beach? What was he doing? Camping.
Camping? That can't be right.
In a tent.
He seemed to be minding his own business, and he was on state land, so I just left him alone.
Ryan, can you finish taking Mr.
Jenkins' statement? Where exactly was this man? That's the dock where the dinghy was tied up.
These are Castle's shoes.
This is his watch.
Newspapers, dating back two months.
Clothes, supplies He has everything here.
He could've walked up to that trailer and made a phone call.
He never did.
What? Castle's wedding tux? Castle's awake.
It's wonderful news.
The doctor just told me Richard will make a full recovery.
Oh! I am so relieved! Oh.
And I was right there when Richard started to wake up.
First thing he did was ask for you.
Did he say where he had been? We don't know what he's been through, so perhaps that question can wait.
Hey.
Hey.
Just so you know, the doctor said that kissing will speed my recovery.
Kissing can wait, Castle.
Right.
Sorry.
I guess I put a little kink in our wedding plans.
Yeah, is that supposed to be a joke? What do you mean? I mean, tell me what happened.
I was on my way to the wedding, and this black SUV No, no, after that.
After the accident? Yes, after the accident.
I was here.
No, before here, Castle.
You were found in a boat at sea.
A boat that you apparently stole.
What are you talking about? A boat No, I was in a crash with a black SUV, and then I woke up here.
No, tell me what happened in between.
Nothing! I mean, I don't I don't know.
I was unconscious.
So the black SUV and waking up here, that's all you remember? Right, yes.
Why? You've been missing for two months.
What do you think is going on with him? Well, Mr.
Castle shows no sign of a psychosis or break with reality.
Nor does he exhibit cognitive deficits other than his inability to recall the last two months.
So is it possible that he underwent trauma and he's blocking it out? He may have, although I didn't see any evidence of that.
Maybe his memory will come back once he's had some time to readjust.
It very well might.
Then what he needs, maybe, is to get back to his life, his routine, the people who love him.
Can't we just take him home? You'll have to speak with his doctors.
Of course, of course.
Oh, thank you so much.
Doctor Swann.
What do you think is really behind all of this? What I do is not an exact science.
I wish it were.
This could still be the result of emotional trauma.
There are also drugs and drug interactions that can trigger memory loss.
But But what? I can't exclude the possibility that Mr.
Castle simply walked away from his life, for whatever reason.
And facing that fact is just too humiliating for him.
So you think that he could be pretending not to remember? As I said, it's a possibility.
To say I owe you an apology seems an understatement.
I don't want an apology, Castle.
I just wanna understand.
You know me, Kate.
I wouldn't just leave.
There's evidence.
We found the place where you were staying.
Where? What difference does it make? Because I wanna go there.
Maybe it'll help me remember.
Whatever happens, I need answers.
And so do you.
I don't get it.
How could Castle just leave and go camping? What happened to giving him the benefit of the doubt? Beckett asked me to have CSU take a look at the contents of the tent.
Javi, you were right.
Castle's fingerprints were all over the newspapers, all his stuff.
Hair, DNA.
I can't explain that away.
Not this time.
Kind of reminds me of the Hamptons or Maine.
But I'm pretty sure I've never been here.
Okay, this is it.
This is where your tent was.
No.
None of this looks familiar.
Castle, just tell me the truth.
You owe me that much.
I am telling you the truth.
I was not here.
Well, your clothes were here.
Your watch was here, your tuxedo.
The one that you were gonna wear when you married me.
It must have been planted here, you know, along with Nothing was planted, Castle.
It was you.
It was your DNA, your prints.
Must have been a mistake at the lab.
There have been numerous cases I believed in you.
I convinced myself that the evidence didn't matter.
That everything that seemed so obvious couldn't possibly be true.
I was searching for you, I didn't even know if you were alive, or if you were dead.
And you were right here, right where you wanted to be.
I promise you, I did not pitch a tent here.
I could not have.
I saw it for myself, Castle.
I would never camp in this spot.
Not after the research I did on Tropical Storm.
I can't even do this with you.
Hey, wait, listen.
You never wrote a book called Tropical Storm, Castle.
Kate, wait.
Listen.
I started the book, I threw it out.
It was a Supervillain controls the weather It was terrible.
But it The research I did on catastrophic storms, it stuck with me, leaving me with an irrational but overpowering fear of tsunamis.
You bought a beach house in the Hamptons.
Yes, on the inland side, not on the ocean side.
Kate, I would never camp here.
I would go for higher ground.
Castle, there was a witness.
What witness? Can I help you? Yeah, NYPD.
I'm here to see Henry Jenkins.
Well, I'm Henry Jenkins.
I'm sorry, I was here yesterday and I met a different Henry Jenkins.
What do you mean? I'm Henry Jenkins.
And I haven't been here in months.
We ran prints and passport.
He's definitely the real Henry Jenkins.
Which means the first guy was a fake Jenkins.
Also a liar.
But he matched the DMV photo.
That's because his photo got switched.
When we called the DMV, they realized their system had been hacked two days ago, right after the news broke that I'd been found.
What about all your stuff in the tent? Well, it looks like it was all set up in order to create a false trail.
So why don't you remember anything? These people have managed to make it look as though I staged my own abduction.
They hacked the DMV, they provided a false Jenkins who pointed you to doctored evidence that I'd gone camping.
Whoever they are, they have unlimited resources.
Maybe the kind of resources that would allow them to alter someone's memory.
What about the money? What money? We have you on video dropping off $10,000 in a dumpster after you were taken.
Yeah, I can't explain the money yet.
But I will, and fake Jenkins was part of the set-up.
So, whoever he is, he's somehow in the middle of this.
Here you go, darling.
Thank you, Mother.
And let me just say, in the immortal words of Dorothy, "There's no place like home.
" Here's what I don't get.
Why would someone do this to you, Dad? Where did you actually go for two months? Well, those answers lie within the vast and insidious conspiracy behind all this.
A tangled web that I fully intend to untangle.
Enough of that.
I'd like to propose a toast.
To safe returns.
And no more departures.
And to my amazing mother, my wonderful daughter, and the love of my life.
And to coming home.
We'll find out what happened.
I know.
I was just thinking, I feel like I just wore this yesterday.
Like we slept in this bed last night.
For you, it must seem like a lifetime ago.
Yeah, it does.
How did you not lose hope? I did lose hope, you know? But I I would get it back.
Developed rituals in order to hang on to it.
Like what? It's stupid.
It really doesn't matter.
I'd like to know.
I would stare at your photo on the murder board.
And I started thinking that if I would look at it long enough every day that that would keep you alive.
I guess it worked.
And then I had this thing about your chair.
My chair at the precinct? I wouldn't let anyone touch it.
And then a night janitor came by, tried to move the chair, and I freaked out and I almost shot him.
Um I am so sorry.
For everything I put you through.
It's not your fault, you know.
You went through stuff, too, so Well, it's not the same.
I can't remember.
Though I do know I missed you terribly, 'cause there's no way I wouldn't.
We can't just pick up where we left off, can we? As if nothing happened.
No.
We'll get there.
We'll find our way home.