All language subtitles for Castle (2009) - S03E03 - Under the Gun (1080p AMZN WEBRip x265 MONOLITH).en

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've found mine.
I'm 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 b&e
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 b&e.

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.

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 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 threaten 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 a 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 mean 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
this 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 that 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 just talked to Brooke.
She's at 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.

Okay.

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 here, 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.