"There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people:" "Psychopaths and mystery writers." "I'm the kind that pays better." "Who am I?" "I'm Rick Castle." "Castle." "Castle." "I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?" "Every writer needs inspiration." "And I found mine." "Detective Kate Beckett." "Beckett." "Aah!" "Beckett?" "Could you get some backup, please?" "And thanks to my friendship with the mayor," "I get to be on her case." "Oh!" "Do I look like a killer to you?" "Yes, you kill my patience." "And together, we catch killers." "I hate this case." "I know." "Isn't it great?" "Breakfast time." "Oh." "What did I do to deserve this, other than, you know, being me?" "Isn't that enough?" "Okay, what do you want?" "Nothing." "Why do I have to want something?" "March 1999, you wanted a Hello Kitty backpack." "I got french toast with a whipped cream smiley face." "October 2004, you wanted a set of mint condition" ""Empire Strikes Back" lightsabers." "I got an omelet shaped like Darth Vader." "Okay." "I want a Vespa." "It's a scooter." "All my friends have them, and it would make getting around the city so much easier, and they're totally safe." "Honey." "I'll always wear a helmet, and I'll never drive at night." "You know how responsible I am." "It's not you I'm worried about." "Driving in New York," "It's like a-a Mad Max movie." "Dad, I really want this." "Will you at least think about it?" "Please." "Yes, I will think about it if you leave me alone so that I can finish my breakfast." "Deal." "Ah, it's Beckett." "Uh..." "Remember what happened last time you went to a crime scene on a full stomach?" "Yeah." "Oh." "Castle." "And who is the unlucky winner today?" "Deon Carver, bail bondsman." "This is his office." "He walked into a BE last night, and before he had a chance to use his registered firearm, our killer knocked him over the head with that." "A sharpshooter award." "That is ironic on so many levels." "No, just two." "Our killer left a partial shoe print in Carver's blood, probably while wiping the trophy clean." "Shoe print isn't complete enough to tell the size, but the tread mark should be easy to identify." "And then before leaving, our killer was nice enough to call 9-1-1 and leave the phone off the hook." "Someone was feeling a little guilty?" "Not too guilty." "The call came in at 11:00." "I'm estimating time of death around 10:00." "Which means our perp had about an hour to ransack the place." "Looking for what?" "Um, money?" "I mean, bail bondsmen often get paid in cash." "And 10% of a million would be enough reason to tear up a place." "Ryan and Esposito are taking a look around the building for any security cameras." "That's a negative on cameras." "Why would a calculator cause feedback?" "It's not a calculator." "It's a bug." "A wireless R.F. transmitter to be precise." "Not to be confused with the more advanced infrared signal burst device." "Book research?" "Nanny Cam." "So... do you think that the robbery was just a pretense for the placement of the bug, and then the killer was caught in the act?" "Well, it's not Watergate, Castle." "If the point was to bug Carver's office, then why leave it here once he's dead?" "Well, tell me this, miss know-it-all." "Mm-hmm." "Who would want to bug a burly bail bondsman so badly?" "Okay." "Thank you." "So it's not law enforcement or a 3-letter agency." "That bug was a commercial device." "I contacted the manufacturer in Thailand." "They're looking up the serial number to see what store it was shipped to, and hopefully from there, we should find out who bought it." "Mm." "I remember when killers used to buy American." "Yo, I ran the shoe print through the new federal database." "They matched the tread mark to these loafers here." "Ah, the no-hassle tassel." "These were the height of fashion... in 1984." "These are photos of all of Carver's clients with a history of violence." "Can you show them around his building, see if anyone was there yesterday?" "Yeah, you got it." "You were a girl once." "Still am." "Can you tell me why my daughter wants one of these so badly?" "Well, bikes are what girls want when we realize we're never gonna get a pony." "Did you have one?" "I still do." "'94 Harley Softail." "Worked all of high school to pay for it." "And how did your parents feel about it?" "Well, my dad threatened to send me to a nunnery." "And my mom just shook her head and said," ""Katie, every time you ride that thing," ""just remember how much you hate hearing me tell you 'I told you so.'"" "You know what this means, though, don't you?" "No, what?" "Well, Alexis is entering her wild-child phase." "My daughter?" "Nah." "I don't think so." "Oh, yeah, Castle." "All girls go through it." "And good girls are the worst." "In fact, I remember this one time when..." "Hey, did you find anything?" "Yeah." "We located Carver's wife--Brooke." "She's visiting her sister in Hoboken." "Uniforms are on their way to pick her up now." "Oh, and Lanie called." "She said she found something weird." "I found this hidden in Carver's sock while I was stripping the body." "What the hell is it?" "I don't know." "You're the Detective." "Maybe it's what our killer was looking for in Carver's office." "Seriously?" "That?" "Yeah." "Well, it's probably some complex code or a-- the world's least-interesting doodle?" "It's not something that you kill a guy over." "Then why did he hide it?" "I told my husband, the kind of animals he dealt with every day, something bad was gonna happen." "Mrs. Carver, had your husband had any troubles with any of his clients recently?" "Deon didn't talk about work a lot with me." "Oh, but he did say that he had to straighten someone out yesterday." "He said it got pretty ugly." "Any idea who?" "I'm sorry, no." "Did your husband keep cash in his office?" "Uh, no." "He insisted on money orders and cashier's checks." "He had a good heart, but he wasn't stupid." "We found this folded up in your husband's sock." "Any idea what it is?" "I've never seen this before." "Just because she doesn't recognize it doesn't mean it's not important." "Brooke even admitted..." "Carver never talked to her about work." "Castle." "I'm just saying, my spidey sense is tingling about this." "Well, I can't base an entire murder investigation on your spidey senses." "Why not?" "Our killer was looking for something." "Our victim was hiding something." "Res ipsa loquitur." "It means" ""the thing speaks for itself." I know." "All I'm saying is that even though Carver didn't keep cash in his offices, it doesn't mean that it wasn't an attempted robbery." "I mean, these aren't Mensa members we're talking about." "Hey, Beckett." "Waitress at, uh, the diner in Carver's building said that she saw Carver and one of his clients get into a shouting match last night." "Some skell named Random Pierce." "Somebody actually named their kid Random?" "No wonder he turned to a life of crime." "Random just did two years at Five Points Correctional and a week after he got out, he was arrested for a BE." "That sounds like a real winner." "Waitress said that she heard him tell Carver that if he didn't give it back that Random was gonna take it." "Hmm." "Well, I wonder what "it" could be." "So Random had a court hearing scheduled for this morning." "He didn't show." "They issued a bench warrant for his arrest at 9:00 A.M." "Let's go pick him up." "This was Random's last known address." "All right, you guys take the back." "So this Harley of yours, do you have any pictures?" "Uh, yeah, I do." "But I'm not gonna be showing any of them to you." "Why not?" "Well, because I don't think you can handle the sight of me straddling it in tight black leather." "I'm so not getting a scooter for my daughter." "Police!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "That's Random." "NYPD, stop!" "Hey!" "I've always wanted to do that!" "Oh!" "Ow!" "Ow!" "What the hell are you doing?" "That's my suspect." "Okay, relax." "We're on the same team." "Royce?" "Hey, kid." "Long time." "Yeah, too long." "Nice driving." "Aw, thanks." "Mike Royce, bounty hunter." "Boom." "Ah, Richard Castle, the writer." "Royce used to be on the job." ""On the job"?" "She says that like I'm any cop." "I was her training officer when she left the Academy." "Hey, hey, hey, hey, if I'm imposing on your happy reunion you know, I could just go." "The only place you're goin' is jail." "♪ Castle 3x03 ♪ Under the Gun Original Air Date on October 4, 2010" "You know, I-I know a guy that'll get that dent out of your car." "You let me go, I'll give him a call." "Shut up and get in the box." "No wonder that guy was getting away." "Look at your shoes." "What?" "How many inches are those heels?" "My shoes are fine, and he wasn't getting away." "So how'd you get the bounty on Random?" "I got a buddy at the courthouse." "Random missed his hearing, I got a call." "Hmm." "So you like this guy for murder, huh?" "Yeah, for his bail bondsman" " Deon Carver." "God, I know Deon." "I just did a skip trace for him last year." "You know, we found a weird piece of paper in his sock." "I'm thinking it's some kind of code." "Only paper I've seen people kill for had dead presidents on it." "Look, if Random's not your guy, can I take him over to central booking, collect my bounty?" "Yeah, sure, if he alibis out, but I wouldn't hold my breath on that." "Castle, you coming?" "Oh, actually, I was gonna hang back with Royce, hear some stories about the good ol' days." "Okay." "Fine." "But if you tell him about the karaoke stakeout," "I'm gonna tell him what happened with the monkey." "My lips are sealed." "But I got a lot of other stories." "I wasn't running away." "I was jogging." "So what were you doing climbing down the side of a building?" "Cross-training." "Better cardiovascular workout." "Random, you did a stint at Five Points Correctional and within a week of your release, you were breaking in to someone's apartment." "That was a misunderstanding." "I wrote down my friend's address wrong." "Really?" "So what do you call killing Deon Carver, mistaken identity?" "Deon's dead?" "Nice try." "You have a history of breaking and entering, and I have a victim whose offices were ransacked, and you were seen arguing with Carver three hours before he was killed." "He invited me to dinner 'cause he wanted to stress the importance of my attendance in court this morning." "And seeing as he had 100k on the hook if I skipped" "Which you did." "My alarm clock didn't go off." "Or you were so exhausted after killing Carver that you slept right through it." "Come on!" "Three hours after we had dinner, I was shoplifting at Book Mart uptown," "You threatened someone's life and then decide to shoplift a book?" "That's why I forgot to pay." "I was so used to being in the prison library." "I tried to tell the security dude that, but he had me in some ninja choke hold." "Luckily for me, I was able to slip away before the cops came." "Sucker." "But that guard would totally remember me." "So now she's got the cat in one hand, her gun in the other." "I'm trying to get the hell outta the way so she can shoot the guy with the speargun." "Except Royce has such a giant head, that every time" "I go to pull the trigger, all I can think about is how much paperwork I'll have to do if accidentally shoot him." "Yeah, okay, so you know what she does?" "What?" "She offers to show the guy her boobs if he drops the speargun." "Did he?" "Did you?" "No, 'cause he had the same slack-jawed look that the two of you have." "Allowing me to take the guy down, but I'll tell you what I realized in that moment-- with Beckett, you gotta be ready for anything." "Wow." "I'm seeing a whole new side of you today." "And--and feel free to show me more." "Do you see what happens when you feed the animals?" "Hey." "So it looks like your shoplifter isn't our killer after all." "Guard at Book Mart confirms that he caught him trying to steal a copy of "the Da Vinci Code."" ""The Da Vinci Code."" "Maybe he thought it could help him decipher the document, thinking it's some kind of an ancient religious cryptogram prophesizing the coming zombie apocalypse." "He always like this?" "No, it's usually about CIA conspiracies." "I was really close on one of those." "So do you want us to lock Random up?" "The store wants us to hold on to him." "Why don't we let Royce take him down to central?" "Book Mart can press charges over there." "All right." "Thanks, kid." "I owe you one." "You don't owe me anything, and you know it." "Hey, do me a favor." "Take a picture." "Yeah, yeah, of course." "Thanks." "Come on." "Old time's sake." "Okay." "Nice." "It was so good to see you." "You stay sharp, kid." "Mm-hmm." "Rick, don't let her boss you around too much." "Hey, come on, kitten." "We got a date at central booking." "He tells a terrific story." "You got a little bromance there, Castle?" "What?" "No." "What?" "It's all right." "He is pretty hard to resist." "Hey." "Yeah." "Why didn't, uh, Royce and Beckett stay partners?" "She moved up, and he moved out." "He did his 20 and put in his papers." "I think he realized that he wasn't gonna do any better than her." "I think Beckett's right about this." "This doesn't look like anything worth killing for." "Unless it's the lost secret to the Illuminati..." "Or morse code." "Negative." "All dashes, no dots." "Hey, guys." "You wanna hear something weird?" "We got a fingerprint hit from Carver's office on a longtime felon named Clifford Stuckey." "Stuckey?" "Why do I know that name?" "That's because it was Stuckey's apartment that Random broke in to when he got out of prison." "That can't be a coincidence." "Clifford Stuckey." "NYPD." "Open up." "Who are you?" "Uh..." "NYPD." "Are you Clifford Stuckey?" "Clifford Stuckey." "Yeah." "We'd like you to come downtown and answer some questions about your break-in." "You'll have to speak up, son." "I dropped my hearing aid down the toilet." "Oh, Beckett's gonna love him." "What?" "Mr. Stuckey, I'm Detective Kate Beckett." "I wish they had cops like you when I was getting in trouble." "Uh, sir, could you tell us what you were doing in Mr. Carver's office?" "Who?" "Deon Carver." "He was a bail bondsman." "He was murdered last night." "We found your fingerprints in his office." "Oh, him." "Ah." "What was the question?" "Mr. Carver posted bail for Random Pierce, the man who broke in to your apartment." "I need to know what you were doing in his office." "Do you believe an old dog can learn new tricks, Detective?" "No." "Ah, neither did I." "And then I got old." "You see," "I-I been a bad man most of my life." "And now all my friends are dead or in jail, and I got..." "Nothing to show for my..." "My time here." "Mr. Stuckey, Carver's office?" "Huh?" "Oh." "When the police told me that that boy had broken into my place, well, suddenly, I-I saw myself 40 years ago, and I thought, if somebody had just given me a break, maybe my life woulda turned out differently." "So--so I went to see what's his name--Carver?" "Mm-hmm." "And I told him that I would consider, you know, dropping the charges if that kid could convince me that he was, you know, willing to straighten his life out." "Where were you last night?" "At home asleep, or as close as I ever get..." "Having to pee every half-hour." "Oh, you should see the size of my prostate, son." "It's like a baby's fist." "Yeah, whoa." "Thank you." "Thank you, Mr. Stuckey." "That's--that's good." "Oh." "Whoa." "Hey." "Hey, that's the kid." "Any idea where I can find him?" "My--my offer still stands." "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Stuckey." "It's too late." "He's already on his way back to jail." "Aw, jeez." "Huh." "Call me crazy, but I don't think he was looking at Random's picture." "It was like he was checking out that document." "Oh, you mean, "the world's least-interesting doodle"?" "Beckett." "I was just getting ready to cut open Carver's skull when I saw it on his forehead." "Saw what?" "The light has to be at the right angle to catch the shine." "The sign of the cross?" "I ran a test on the substance the cross was drawn with." "Don't tell me." "Yep, Holy oil." "Holy oil?" "Looks like our killer gave Carver last rites." "Dad, go back to bed." "Breakfast is almost ready." "Honey, stop cooking for a second." "I want to talk to you." "You've made a decision about the scooter?" "Have you ever heard of affluenza?" "Uh, you mean influenza?" "No, affluenza." "It's a condition that affects children who come from wealthy homes." "You're making that up." "I'm not." "It's on Wikipedia." "Can't believe everything you read online." "I don't, but the point is, you're a great kid." "I'm just afraid that..." "If I just give you everything you want, it's gonna warp your relationship with money." "So you're saying no?" "I--no, I'm not saying that." "I'm" "I'm saying... that if you-- if this is really important to you, then you need to earn the money yourself." "And by earn, I don't mean raid your college fund." "Thank you." "Why are you thanking me?" "Because you said yes." "I did?" "What are you thinking?" "That she would fold." "This is Alexis we're talking about." "She has never met a challenge that she hasn't attacked like Attila the Hun." "Yeah, but it would take her so long-- she'll have the money by next week." "And then you know what you're in for?" "You're in for tattoos." "You're in for nose rings." "You're in for--oh, who knows what?" "Just how wild was your wild-child phase?" "You don't want to know." "So I might have a lead on our last rites killer." "Our victim's financials show he made several donations to a church in the South Bronx run by a Father Aaron Low." "Ryan's on his way to bring him in." "Hey, Beckett." "Yeah, he's here." "No-hassle tassels." "What was the nature of your relationship with Deon Carver?" "He was a member of my congregation..." "And friend." "Where were you 2 nights ago between 9:00 and 11:00?" "I was at the church." "We had a late service, then I went home to bed." "Now I'm sorry." "I have an appointment, so if you'll excuse me-- whoa!" "Father, those are killer shoes." "Unfortunately, those are the same shoes that were worn by the man who killed Carver, and I'm certain that if we send those to the lab, they'll have Carver's blood all over them." "Look, Deon was dead when I got there." "Try again." "Look, I swear." "I found him lying in his office." "I administered last rites, and then I dialed 9-1-1." "Anonymously, and then you ran." "There was nothing more I could do." "Why were you there in the first place?" "Well, Deon was having marital troubles." "I was helping him find his way." "Marital troubles?" "Are you sure that you didn't go there looking for this?" "I don't know what that is." "Lying is not his strong suit." "A quality I like in a priest." "I'm telling the truth." "Father, you left the scene of a crime, and a man that you describe as a friend was murdered." "If you didn't have anything to hide, you would've stayed." "Look, I was in shock." "Okay?" "There was so much blood." "All I could think to do was escape." "Because you murdered him." "No!" "Because..." "Because of how it looked." "The convicts I work with tell me horror stories about the police, about how they're framed." "You know, when I found Deon like that, I..." "I panicked." "Am I ashamed?" "Yes." "But you have to believe, I didn't murder anybody." "Father, you'll have to forgive me, but this is a murder investigation." "And I can't base this on faith." "Hey." "Hey, it looks like you caught your killer." "Yeah, maybe." "So..." "Was he trying to start the zombie apocalypse?" "Mock all you want." "Our good Father knows what that paper is." "Oh, man." "Hey." "I found this picture in my closet." "I thought you'd get a kick out of it." "Oh, look at you!" "All shiny and bright." "What did I tell you about feeding the animals?" "Listen, I just stopped by to say thanks again for the bounty assist and, uh, thought maybe I could buy you lunch." "Yeah, sure." "So it looks like the bug from Carver's office was shipped from Thailand to a, uh, spy shop on Fifth Avenue." "Guess who bought it." "Father Aaron." "Brooke Carver, our victim's wife." "Funny." "She failed to mention that she was bugging her husband's office." "And perhaps the good Father was telling the truth about Carver's marital problems." "Nothing says "marriage on the rocks"" "like electronic eavesdropping." "But does it say "murder"?" "Let's ask her." "Oh, uh, why don't you stop by after my shift?" "I'll buy you a beer." "It's a date." "We've been fighting all the time." "Some nights, he wouldn't come home..." "And he said he was sleeping at the office, but I didn't believe him." "So I bought the bug." "You thought he was cheating on you." "And when you heard him in action, you decided to make yourself a widow." "No, at first, I couldn't even bear to listen." "I couldn't bear to hear him with another woman." "And finally, I made my sister listen with me, but what we heard..." "It wasn't sex." "It was Deon talking about how much he loved me and how he prayed that he could save our marriage." "I cried all night." "And in the morning, I threw the receiver away." "And when was that?" "A few weeks ago." "We had just started to find our way back to each other, and now he's dead." "Soon all I'll have to remember him by is a box of ashes." "Brooke's sister confirms her story." "We got about a dozen witnesses that put Father Aaron in church at 10:00 P.M. when Carver was killed." "So we're back to square one." "No, the answer is right here in front of us." "I can feel it." "It's just that there's something that we're not seeing." "There's a connection that we haven't made yet." "Do you want me to start processing the good Father out?" "No, he might have an alibi, but he's definitely involved somehow." "It says here that Father Aaron volunteers at Five Points Correctional." "That's where Random did his time." "They knew each other." "And they both knew our victim." "So maybe Five Points is our connection." "Did Stuckey do time there?" "Nope." "Doesn't me they're not connected in a different way." "Prison's a networking gold mine for criminals." "Out of curiosity, who was Random's cell mate?" "Uh..." "Uh, Malcolm Lloyd, a recidivist thief doing 20 for a jewel heist." "We should go talk to him." "Can't." "Looks like he died of a heart attack in prison three weeks ago." "Wouldn't it be funny if Father Aaron administered last rites for Lloyd as well?" "Ryan." "Yeah." "Check Lloyd's known associates." "Doesn't mention the priest." "Wait a minute." "It says Lloyd knew Clifford Stuckey." "Looks like he and Lloyd were both arrested for the same jewel heist." "They were partners." "D.A. didn't have enough evidence to prosecute Stuckey, so he walked while Lloyd did 20 years." "That still doesn't explain why Random broke in to Stuckey's apartment." "Maybe this will help the heist that Lloyd and Stuckey pulled" "$10 million in rare sapphires and rubies--and guess what." "They were never found." "You guys..." "I think I know what this is." "It's a treasure map." "Father, we checked with the prison." "We know that you gave Malcolm Lloyd his last rites." "That's when you found out about the map." "I ministered to Malcolm at the end." "He told me he was scared, that..." "He wanted to do one good thing before he died." "He made me promise that I would use it for the church." "But when I went to the cell, um, the map wasn't there." "Because Random had already taken it." "But when Random got out of jail, he couldn't figure it out." "So he breaks in to Stuckey's apartment, figuring he's gonna strong-arm Lloyd's old partner into helping him." "Only Stuckey wasn't home, and someone called the cops." "I called them." "I had been following Random." "I knew that his arrest would give me the leverage I needed to force him to share the map." "Because you were friends with the bail bondsman." "Look, Random had no money for bail." "Deon agreed to cover it for a third of the treasure, but he insisted on holding on to the map for safekeeping." "So why were you really at Carver's office the night he died?" "Deon called me and told me he'd figured out the map.." "But when I got there, he was already dead, murdered by that old man." "Stuckey." "How do you know?" "Because Stuckey had caught Deon and Random conspiring together the night before." "He told them he had waited 20 years for that money, and they had 24 hours to give it back, or bodies were gonna start dropping." "Mr. Stuckey." "We need to talk." "Ow!" "We're never gonna hear the end of this." "Aw, crap." "When do Esposito and Ryan get back?" "Soon." "They're on their way to central booking to pick up Random to ask him about the map." "So I made a couple of phone calls, and this heist in 1990 was worth $10 million, and now it's worth almost $30 million." "Hey, you ready?" "Yeah." "Uh, w-- uh, what?" "You can't leave now." "Come on, Castle." "Every uniform in the city's got Stuckey's photo." "And if there's one thing that my T.O. taught me, it's that sometimes the best way to crack a case is by taking a break." "Promise I won't keep her out too late." "So... it's..." "Actually a treasure map, huh?" "Castle's been trying to figure it out all day." "Hmm." "I should've been on to Stuckey earlier, though." "Nobody's perfect." "You were." "Mm-hmm." "You were easy to impress." "No, I wasn't." "I was drowning, and..." "You were dry land." "All they ever taught us in the Academy was how to do paperwork." "You were the one who taught me how to be a cop." "You were easy to teach." "Keeping you outta trouble?" "Mm." "Not so much." "Oh, trouble?" "Me?" "What about that biker chick from Yonkers?" "Yeah, well, I got her to snitch on her crew, didn't I?" "By offering me up as man bait." "Oh, you shoulda seen your face when she told the judge," ""he completes me." That's mean." "Nah, that's... ♪ I got a muse from the East to the West ♪" "♪ all I know is if ♪" "I caught him, Royce." "♪ I never said it before ♪" "The man who killed my mom." "After all these years?" "You find out why he did it?" "Somebody paid him to do it." "But I had to shoot him before I could find out who." "That was stupid." "You shoulda just shown him your boobs." "Dad?" "Hey." "What are you doing here?" "I got the money." "Already?" "Mm-hmm." "How?" "The lightsabers." "I found a guy on eBay willing to pay 2 grand for them." "But we had so much fun with those." "We were saving the universe one galaxy at a time." "That's what got you into fencing." "I know, dad, but I've outgrown them." "No, I-I guess..." "I guess you have." "Are you mad?" "No." "No." "I--I'm frustrated over this case." "Is that the map?" "Yeah, and it's making me doubt my own genius." "There's just something I am not seeing." "Can I take a look?" "Sure." "We found it folded up in our victim's sock." "It's got a lot of fold marks on it..." "Yeah." "Almost like a puzzle..." "Mm-hmm." "Or one of those paper fortune-tellers." "Or "Mad" magazine." "Uh..." ""Mad" magazine used to have is trick picture on the back." "If you folded it the right way, it would show you an entirely different image." "Hey, there's-- there's a word there." ""The."" ""Under."" "Under." ""Under the..."" ""Gun."" ""Under the Gun."" ""Under the Gun." "Under the Gun."" "What d-- what does at mean?" "I don't know." "I should get going." "They're gonna be bringing Random into the precinct." "I'm just gonna hit the head." "♪" "Beckett." "It's Ryan." "We're at central booking." "Random isn't here." "What do you mean, he's not there?" "Where is he?" "I don't know." "Your buddy Royce never delivered him." "I can't believe he lied to me." "Money makes people do crazy things." "Look at any reality show contestant who ever ate a cockroach on television." "Doesn't mean he killed Carver." "Yeah, well, until I find otherwise," "I'm gonna have to assume that he did." "Do you think he came here to see the map like Stuckey did?" "No." "Oh, no." "What?" "When I took the picture of the two of you, you were standing in front of the murder board." "He has a copy of the map." "Yes, but obviously, he can't figure it out." "That's why he was here." "He wanted to see if we did." "Yo, Beckett." "I pulled the files from the jewelry heist." "Your boy Royce was part of the investigation." "So he knew about the treasure from the start." "We have surveillance on his apartment, and an A.P.B. out on his car." "What about "Under the Gun"?" "Any idea what that means?" "No, not yet." "There was a gun club about five blocks from the jewel heist, but it was torn down and turned into condominiums about ten years ago." "All right, then." "Keep looking." "Beckett." "It's me." "Royce, turn yourself in." "I can't do that, kid." "I'm too close to the money to walk away right now." "Listen, I just..." "Need you to know that I..." "Didn't mean for it to go like this." "Did you kill Carver for the map?" "Oh, come on, kid." "You know me better than that." "I don't think I do, because the man that I knew wouldn't betray me like this." "I gotta go." "I" "Mike..." "I was in love with you." "Oh, Kate, don't." "You were the only one who understood the obsession that drove me..." "Who didn't tell me that I would get over my mother's murder and that she wouldn't want me to do this." "Just... just trying to do right by you, kid." "I dreamt about you." "The night that I shot the guy who killed my mother," "I dreamt that I was the one who was on the ground dying, and that you came up to me and told me to stand up 'cause there was still work to be done." "When I woke up that morning, I just wanted to call you, but we hadn't talked in so long." "You shoulda called." "I never forgot." "I'm going to catch Carver's killer, Royce." "And then I'm going to recover Lloyd's score." "And when I arrest you, you're gonna realize that what you destroyed today was worth a hell of a lot more than money." "Did I keep him on long enough?" "Uh... um..." "Yeah." "We got an address." "All right." "Let's go." "Wh--all--all that was just an act to get a trace?" "Of course." "Oh." "NYPD!" "Whoo." "Thank God." "That dude totally kidnapped me." "Clear." "Knock it off." "We already know about the map." "Really?" "Where's Royce?" "Out lookin' for my money." "Looks like he betrayed all of us." "Random, either you start telling us the truth, or Esposito is gonna hang you out that window by your feet." "Look, I'm a victim in all this." "I bunked with a geezer who wouldn't shut up about his $10-million score, how he'd buried it where nobody could find it, not without the map." "But then I had to partner with Carver and the creepy priest, and instead of us trying to figure out the map, all they wanted to do was argue about how unchristian it was to cut Carver's wife out of the score." "This argument, did it take place in Carver's office?" "Yeah." "Which Brooke had bugged." "Seriously?" "Call Ryan, have him find Brooke." "Right." "She didn't hear him profess his undying love for her." "She heard him trying to cut her out of millions." "And then she lied to our faces." "Marriage on the rocks, a fortune in rocks-- two strong motives for murder." "We showed her the map." "Well, no wonder her hands were trembling." "Ryan traced Brooke to Carver's office." "All right." "Let's go." "Hey, hey, hey." "What about me?" "Have a cheese puff." "Uniforms are on their way." "There's no one here." "We just missed her." "She was trying to recreate the map from memory." "Look at this." "Notes she took while she was listening in on the bug." "Right here--"Under the Gun."" "She heard them figure it out, but without the map, she can't find the treasure." "That's because the score could be buried anywhere." "No, it can't be." "New York is basically an island of concrete." "Lloyd would have to make sure he buried it someplace that couldn't be torn down or dug up to make condos." "The park maybe." "Or a cemetery." "Didn't Brooke say Carver was being cremated?" "So why does she have cemetery brochures?" "Those weren't lines on the map." "Those were gravestones." "Want to bet it's buried Under the Gun?" "You know, if this were a horror movie, we'd be the first ones killed, splitting off like this." "Yeah, except we're not a couple of top-heavy coeds out looking for fun." "We're highly trained officers of the law with enough firepower to take out a horde of undead." "Hispanic and cocky." "Yeah, you definitely die first." "You know, if this was a horror movie" "Castle, focus." "Ha!" "There it is." "There it is." "Look." "Ok." "Yes!" "Looks like someone's been here already." "Drop the gun." "I can't do that." "Then we got a problem." "You're not a cop killer, Brooke." "I know you didn't mean to kill Deon." "He just surprised you when you were looking for that map." "To hell with that." "Of course I meant to kill him." "After ten years of putting up with his foot fetish and snoring, he betrays me like that?" "Unh-unh." "I deserve that treasure, and I'm not leaving here without it." "The only one leaving with that treasure is me." "And I got the biggest gun." "Not anymore, grandpa." "NYPD!" "Drop your weapon right now!" "Drop it!" "NYPD!" "Drop it, stupid." "What's wrong with you?" "Drop your weapon right now!" "Drop it now!" "What about you, Royce?" "You willing to shoot me for that treasure?" "In case you haven't noticed, kid, my gun's not pointed at you." "Well, my gun is, and at this range," "I'm gonna turn her and the haircut into soup." "You shoot, you die, gramps." "You think I care?" "The only thing that's keeping me alive is that $10 million in stones." "Either I leave with it, or I leave in a body bag." "Well, then maybe we should make sure that treasure's even there before we start shooting." "Castle, do you mind?" "Why me?" "Because you're the only one without a gun." "Good point." "Okay." "Just, uh..." "You got a plan he, kid?" "Not one that I'm gonna share with you." "Maybe you should show us all something." "Hey." "Hey, guys." "I think I found something." "Just like old times, huh, kid?" "Drop the gun." "Now." "The treasure." "Let me see the treasure." "Yeah, I j--I just said that to distract you." "It was either that or show 'em my boobs." "You got Royce?" "Yeah." "Get up." "Get up." "Ryan." "Yeah." "All right, come on." "On your feet." "Let's go." "You got him?" "Move." "Yeah." "...Right to remain silent..." "Not running now, are you?" "Huh?" "Where's your Walker?" "...Used against you in a court of law." "You have the right to an attorney..." "Go ahead, kid." "Do what you gotta do." "Michael Royce, you're under arrest." "Uh..." "Hello?" "Doesn't anyone want to see if there actually is a treasure?" "!" "I can't believe there wasn't actually a treasure." "Maybe we read the map wrong." "Maybe it was all a wild goose chase." "Either way, case is closed." "Hey, how's Beckett holding up?" "Hard to see your heroes fall." "Hey." "Hey." "Can I just say how... unsatisfying it is to go on a treasure hunt with no treasure?" "Well, it wasn't really a treasure hunt, Castle." "It was a murder investigation." "Oh, come on." "You can't tell me you weren't just a little bit excited." "Maybe a little." "Mm." "What's bugging me, though, is, if there was no treasure, then why make a map?" "Well, it's a big cemetery." "Maybe he got the spot wrong." "Or maybe "Under the Gun" was just to throw us off." "You know, if it was me," "I would've left something out of the map, last step." "So you think there was another map?" "No, I would've kept it somewhere close to me, somewhere where-- where only I knew that-- that it was important." "Somewhere like on my body." "Do you think this is the final part of the map?" "What else would be important enough for our jewel thief to tattoo it on his arm?" "Okay, uh, Roman numerals-- II over a VI." "I'm gonna say that that means two rows up, six stones over from where we dug." "You..." "Care to do some digging, Detective?" "Well, did you find it?" "Yes, we did!" "Yay!" "Yes." "Unfortunately, when you go treasure hunting with a cop, she makes you return the treasure to its rightful owner." "But, uh, well, the evening wasn't a total loss." "When we found it, she did give me a sweaty hug." "Dad." "So what are you girls doing?" "You picking out a color for your shiny new scooter?" "Tell him." "Tell me what?" "I decided not to get the scooter." "I realized once I left the precinct how wrong it was for me to sell those lightsabers." "But I was so caught up in wanting the bike that I convinced myself" "I was just trading one thing for another." "But playing pretend with you was one of the best parts of my childhood, and it means more to me than a shiny new scooter ever could." "I'm so proud of you." "Proud enough to buy me a new scooter?" "No." "I made a deal, and it would be wrong to break it." "But there's nothing in that deal that prohibits me from buying myself a scooter and maybe letting you borrow it from time to time." "Are you sure?" "Sure." "I can send you to the store for batteries for the lightsabers." "Thanks, dad." "Oh, and when you have the scooter, maybe I can borrow the car."