Long flight?
Endless.
How much further?
You have some time.
If you want to sleep, go ahead, sir.
No...
Hey. Made some coffee for you. It's insomniac strength.
This is the fourth night in a row that you haven't slept.
- Something wrong? - I don't know.
Maybe my subconscious has a pressing need
to catch up on my Facebook likes.
- Martha, good morning. - Ah. Good morning, darling.
- Would you like some breakfast? - No, thank you.
I'm fasting for clarity.
I've been asked to read for the new Stoppard play.
So what's the problem?
Well, I haven't auditioned for anything in ages.
I think I need to decide if that particular train has left the station.
"Ms. Katherine Beckett"? What's this?
Oh, an ex is getting married.
Do you remember Will Sorenson?
- Your old FBI squeeze? - Yeah.
Oh, man, you're so lucky I came along and saved you from that life.
Wait. You saved me?
Come on. Even you have to admit he was boring.
Like, C-SPAN boring.
You know, what makes you think that I would be with Sorenson
if you hadn't come along?
All right. Where would you be?
- If you weren't around to distract me? - Yeah.
Um, I would probably be captain of my own precinct.
- Wow. - Yeah.
Okay. Had I not been bewitched by you,
I think by now I'd be working on my second Pulitzer.
So we're bad for each other, huh?
- The worst. - Oh.
I guess we'd both be better off if we never met.
It's like It's a Wonderful Life.
Every time your phone rings, a victim gets their wings.
Beckett.
His name is Mathias Gensler.
His passport indicates that he is a Swiss national.
Witnesses said that two masked men attacked both the driver and Gensler,
before cutting a silver briefcase handcuffed to Mr. Gensler's wrist.
So this was an ambush.
Whoever did this knew that he had that case with him.
Looks like the attackers fled in a late model G-Wagen, no plates.
Is that a boot print on his shirt?
Killer must have held him down with his foot.
So, what was in the case?
Nuclear launch codes? Deadly virus?
We don't know yet.
The driver's log shows that Mr. Gensler was picked up at Teterboro Airport
after arriving on a private charter flight from Switzerland.
And where was the car taking him?
Manifest only lists the pick-up.
Did you call the car company?
Uh, there's no one to call.
The driver, Renzo Conrad, owned the service.
He was a one-man band.
Speaking of one-man band, where's your partner?
Yeah.
And Lanie.
Wait, wait.
We're here. We were just, uh...
- Stuck in traffic. - Yeah.
Why don't you bring Romeo here up to speed?
And contact the Swiss consulate.
Maybe they know what Gensler was up to.
Castle, what are you doing with my body?
Just pretend like you don't know him.
Beckett, this is not dirt. It's flinty.
Hints of carbon.
That's coal.
It's pulverized, unrefined coal.
So?
So, I used a clue like this in one of my early Derrick Storm books.
It's pretty unusual to find unrefined coal outside a coal-fired power plant.
All the coal plants in the city are either shut down or converted.
Right. But some of them are still standing.
There's an abandoned one on the Hudson
they're gonna turn into a shopping mall.
Coal dust could have come from a lot of places.
An abandoned plant would be a perfect place
to launch a strike like this.
Lanie, why don't you get CSU techs
to test the substance on the victim's shirt?
We gotta go to Teterboro and look into that flight.
And that coal plant is right on the way.
Fine. We'll stop off at the coal plant.
So, you thinking about going?
Going where?
Sorenson's wedding.
Take a little trip down memory lane?
I don't think that's such a good idea.
Why not?
I'm not really ready for someone else's perfect day.
You know I'd give anything to change what happened, right?
Yeah, I know you would.
Castle...
You were right.
The shooters' G-Wagen's here.
Espo, hey.
I need backup at the Hudson River coal plant.
There's the case.
What's in it?
Some kind of artifact.
Must be valuable if it was worth killing over.
Castle, what are you...
Get down!
Why do you always have to touch everything?
I thought you liked that about me.
Move!
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Beckett?
Beckett!
Guys! Hey, guys! Beckett's in trouble.
I got away, but her car is missing. I think she was abducted.
Uh, Captain?
You're okay! You made it back!
Captain Beckett, this guy claims you're in trouble.
- "Captain"? - You know him?
I've never seen this man before in my life.
Never seen me before? Okay, that's very funny.
I'm just glad you're okay. How did you get back here?
Excuse me?
From the power plant. We were being shot at.
That's a nice suit, by the way.
Whoever you are, I think you'd better leave.
- Whoever I am? Ow! - Come on, pal.
Whatever trip you're on, if you leave quietly,
I'm sure we can forget this ever happened.
Okay! Whoa! I get it.
You guys are punking me.
Sorry. Just like, uh, my birthday. This is good.
How did you stage that?
The double shooting, the severed hand, coal dust on the shirt?
He just described our crime scene.
Where did you get that information?
From being at the crime scene
with all of you.
Captain, we only got the forensics about the coal dust five minutes ago.
And how do you know so much about this case?
Kate, okay, you know what? You got me. Joke's over.
You're right. It is.
No...
Guys, seriously, what's going on here?
Mr. Richard Castle. Ha, you're a novelist.
Why don't you tell us the story about where you were
between 4:00 and 6:00 a. M?
In bed with Beckett.
Maybe you shouldn't talk about the captain like that.
How did you know about that coal dust?
Well, that's where all this started, at the plant.
There was...
There was an explosion.
I must've gotten knocked out. This is a dream, okay?
You guys are just creations of my psyche.
This is me just working out some issues.
That's why you don't know me.
Because you aren't real.
And you know what? I can prove it.
Well-known fact,
- it's impossible to read in a dream. - Hey!
"Richard Castle, AKA Richard Rodgers."
You had me worried there. For a second I thought I didn't exist.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.
It says here I jumped on a Macy's Parade float
and sang Let It Go with Idina Menzel,
and then landed a hot air balloon naked in Central Park.
I didn't do these things, guys.
Come on. I would never sing Let It Go as a duet.
Mr. Castle, this is gonna go much easier for you
if you just tell us what you know about those murders.
Okay, Kate? Kate!
- This guy's nuts. - Come on!
Please, just talk to me?
Sit down, or I'll have to restrain you.
I know you're in there. Because usually I'm right beside you.
Mr. Castle, sit down.
I'll handle this.
- You sure, Captain? - Mmm-hmm.
Mr. Castle, let's just say for a moment that you and I did meet each other.
Where would that have been?
At my book party.
You came to me.
You asked me to consult on a copycat murder.
It was six years ago. Your hair was short then.
It was adorable.
Six years ago, huh?
Well, it says here that you met with a Detective McNulty.
Apparently, you helped him solve the case.
No... No, no, no. Kate, it was you.
All... I can't...
I woke up next to you this morning. I'm not imagining that.
I, uh... I'm sorry, Mr. Castle. We don't have a relationship.
Before today, you and I have never met.
Now, is there someone that you would like to call?
Who should I make this out to?
- Uh, Kevin, Mrs. Rodgers. - Uh-huh.
All right, Kevin.
Your Mama Rose in Gypsy? Perfection.
Ah, thank you. You are a dear, sweet boy.
Well...
You were robbed of that third Tony.
Oh, well.
- Mother? - Richard!
Darling, you look like hell.
Thank God. You know me.
No, don't, please. Darling, you're filthy.
You're lucky your mommy could alibi you out for the murder.
Oh, he only kills on paper.
And I'll have you know that coming down to the police station
to get my grown son out of prison is the last thing I have time for.
You know full well we open in two days.
We open what?
Mame!
My revival of Auntie Mame.
Exactly how hard did you party last night?
Apparently, very, very hard.
Oh, that can't be good.
Come on, kiddo. Come on. Oh, dear.
Don't worry, darling. Once you're home, you'll feel much better.
Oh, my God, Mother!
What have you done with my place?
Oh, Richard, we have talked about this.
Now that we share the mortgage, it is our place.
And since you have lost most of your life savings...
Whoa! Lost my savings? How?
You invested poorly. Mostly blondes and racehorses.
And it's not as if your great American novel here
is flying off the shelves.
"Finite Laughter"?
I did not write this. This...
"Babcock was a small man.
"A small man with large dreams, and one of those dreams was Betty."
This is awful!
Exactly what the critics said.
But I am pleased to see that distance has given you some perspective. Good.
Oh, hey, Dad.
Hey.
I see you made bail.
Alexis, your hair! When did you do that?
Uh, three years ago. Before I moved to LA.
LA?
Richard, don't start. Alexis is here for a few days.
She's taking time off from saving the world
to come to my opening night.
Okay. Okay, that's it.
That's it. I'm done.
Gram, is he okay?
- He had a rough night. - Oh.
Whatever all of this is,
a coma, a dream,
some weird hallucination,
or even just an undigested bit of pizza...
I'm ending it.
It's time to wake up.
I don't understand.
I've never had a dream like this before. Why aren't I waking up?
Maybe it's not a dream.
Maybe you traveled into some alternate universe.
Oh, Alexis, don't tease your father.
Darling, maybe you'd just better lie down.
Yeah. Maybe I should.
Hey, Richie.
I used your hidden key like you said.
Who are you?
Oh, is that what we're playing?
- Okay. - Oh!
I saw you at the bus stop, mister, and I followed you home.
Okay, obviously we know each other... "Chelsea"?
Oh, it was the funnest two weeks of my life.
Okay... I really can't do this.
Sure you can, sure you can.
I got a couple little blue pills in my purse.
Oh, no, no. I mean, no, I just... I...
I have to get back to work.
- Look, you seem like a lovely, young... - Mmm.
...young woman.
But I think you should go.
Seriously?
Writers are so strange.
It was like suddenly
I walked through a doorway where I knew everyone.
But everything was different.
My wife was married to another man.
I came back home and my parents didn't recognize me.
They didn't know me.
Well, good morning, darling.
- Are you feeling better today? - Much.
Because I know what's going on. I know why I'm here.
It's this.
"Swiss archeological team discovers ancient Incan artifact"?
Not just any artifact.
Given its markings, some mystics believe
that it's connected to the Incan "Gateway to the Gods,"
a doorway through which shamans were known to travel into other realms.
Dad, I was joking. Please don't tell me you believe this.
Alexis, I was holding this.
And right at that moment, as the grenade was rolling between us,
I was thinking maybe I wasn't good for her.
Maybe Beckett would be happier if we had never met.
That's what changed.
That's where I am! In a world where we never met.
It's like the last six years didn't happen.
Who... Who's Beckett?
Exactly. You don't know who she is because she and I never met.
So I didn't write Nikki Heat,
I wrote that god-awful piece of trash instead.
And with less money coming in,
you were forced to go out and be successful.
I found success because of my boundless talent.
- And somehow we drifted apart. - Somehow?
I'm not crazy. This is not my world. I need to get back home.
How do you intend to do that?
By helping this world's Beckett find that artifact.
So I can get back to my reality.
This is why I live with Mom.
So, you're a fan.
And here I thought you didn't know me.
- Yeah, I don't. - I mean, I didn't. I...
Didn't recognize me in my deranged state?
Listen... I have to apologize.
How I acted, you must have thought I was crazy.
Well, yeah. That's because you were.
Yeah. It's this new book I've been working on.
I have been working non-stop.
I mean, I have been drinking coffee, popping NoDoz.
I haven't slept in days.
And to make matters worse, the new character,
I kind of based her on you.
What I've read about you.
So, she's savvy and smart and driven,
and I have fallen in love with her.
I mean, I eat with her, I sleep with her.
But I know you are not her.
You know, none of this explains
how you know so much about the crime scene.
I have a police scanner, and I was tracking the investigation.
Actually, that's why I'm here, Captain.
I know what was in the briefcase,
I know where it's going, and I think I know who took it.
And how do you know all that?
It's complicated, but I do.
Hey, Cap.
- What's he doing here? - I'm not sure.
Okay. So, I heard back from the courier company.
Turns out our victim was transporting...
An ancient Incan artifact.
Yeah. And, uh, it was on its way...
To the Lamont-Doherty laboratories in Palisades, New York, for studies.
Scientists believe it was fashioned from a meteorite,
but it's proven impenetrable to conventional scans.
How did I know all this?
I used to be a crime novelist, and I still have a few sources.
Captain, this is what your victims were killed for.
And why would someone kill for this?
Well, the folks at the lab
said an object like that would be invaluable to any collector.
Mr. Castle, you said that you might know who took it.
Not exactly who, but I know who is involved.
So, the car service was going to pick up Gensler, the courier,
from the airport here, take him to the lab here.
Basically, north.
Yet for some reason, when they were attacked,
they ended up here, in Spanish Harlem.
The opposite way.
Yes. So either this driver had a terrible sense of direction...
Or he was in on it.
And maybe his partners killed him to silence him.
Detective Ryan, get me everything you can on that driver.
That was surprisingly helpful, Mr. Castle.
Do you mind if I hang around? See how this turns out?
Mmm-hmm. Break room's over there.
I know.
Yo, writer boy,
tell me how you know about that coal plant.
- What? - The one you were talking about
when you came in yesterday.
The captain had me check it out.
You know what I found?
Tire tracks. The same tire tracks that we found at our crime scene.
Now, you knew that our doers were using it as a staging ground.
And the only way you would know that is if you were involved.
Okay, fine.
I don't usually like to tell people this, but I have a gift.
- I know things. - You know things?
You and I haven't met before yesterday, correct?
Yeah.
So then how would I know that you had a thing with a woman
whose initials were L.P?
And how would I know that she moved on and you can't?
Ryan has a big fat mouth. That's how you know.
What happened? Commitment issues?
Hey, man. We got something.
Okay, so, over the last four days before he was killed,
our driver made a...
Our driver made a series of phone calls to a pay phone
located inside of a restaurant.
The only problem is, the place
has been shut down the past couple of months.
- Who was he calling? - I have no idea, but check it out.
The deserted restaurant, El Chozo, maybe that's where he was headed.
It's right near where the SUV was attacked.
All right. Get up there, see what you can find.
Uh, Captain, would it be possible for me to ride along?
Uh, strictly for research purposes.
Is he kidding?
I would just love the chance to observe, get some details for my book.
- Yeah, sure, Cap. We'll take him along. - What the...
Dude, that's Martha Rodgers' son. He can get us house seats.
You can get us house seats, right?
Absolutely.
Okay. But do as they say, and don't interfere.
Come on. Let's go, house seats.
So, the captain... Is she seeing anyone?
She has boyfriends. None of them serious.
Why, writer boy?
What, you think you have a chance with her?
And what are you doing,
telling crazy over here about everyone's private life?
Me?
Yeah. You told him about Lanie and me.
No, no, no, I didn't.
I'm telling you. Listen to me!
I have a gift, all right? I look at people and I see things.
Yeah? Okay.
Uh, what do you see when you look at me?
Honey milk and freckles.
No!
That's Jenny O'Malley.
Yeah, she used to make me honey milk.
She could have been the one.
- "Could have"? - Yeah.
Um, well, when Beckett was promoted to captain,
our caseload doubled.
Well, I guess I never had time for her.
Maybe you should give her a call.
Maybe you should mind your own business.
Oh!
All right, here are the rules.
Stay in the car or I shoot you.
Got it?
You wanna crack a window for me?
I can't believe the captain's making us babysit this nut job.
Oh, he's not so bad.
Yes!
Okay.
Take me home.
Come on.
Hand it over or you die.
Who sent you? What do you know?
Nobody sent me. Nobody, uh...
This, it sent me. The object, it sent me.
I saw a blue light, and I ended up here.
NYPD! Drop your knife, now!
No!
What the hell, man? You were supposed to wait in the car.
What does it matter now? It's broken.
Now I'm never getting home. I'm stuck here in this life.
But the real one would never break.
This is a fake! This is a fake.
Where did you get this? And where's the real one?
Cuff him, too.
What the hell do you think you were doing?
You could've gotten yourself killed.
I had backup. And I did help capture a suspect.
No, you were supposed to accompany and observe,
- not participate and... - Annoy.
Risk my people's lives.
Now, after this morning's antics,
I expected you to be on your best behavior.
Actually, that kind of is my best behavior.
What?
Oh, I'm just enjoying the show.
Our suspect's name is Maria Sanchez.
She's wanted by the Peruvian government
in connection with the bombings at a government building,
not to mention the theft and trafficking of stolen artifacts.
Then that's her. And she's behind it. We need to talk to her.
No, Mr. Castle. They need to talk to her.
You need to go home.
- You're done with this case. - But...
You're lucky I don't arrest you for obstruction.
Officer, please escort Mr. Castle to the elevator.
I want him gone.
You don't understand. I need to find this artifact.
Beckett, please!
Yes, Detective Esposito?
You're not letting him get to you, are you?
Don't you have a case to close?
Mmm.
You call it smuggling, we call it taking back our rightful legacy.
That artifact was considered divine
by our shamans and belongs to the Incan people.
Was that legacy worth the lives of two men?
No. That wasn't the plan.
What was the plan, Maria?
Come on. Just ask her where the artifact is.
My cousin Renzo, he was the driver.
He put sedatives in the courier's water to knock him out.
Once Gensler was asleep,
we were going to bring him to the restaurant and switch the cases.
No one was supposed to get hurt.
But someone attacked them. Someone else took it.
You don't know where it is?
That attack happened just a few blocks from the restaurant.
How did they know the car was gonna be there?
Who else was involved, Maria?
Who else besides you and Renzo knew about the change in route?
No one.
Except the guy at the airport.
- What guy? - What guy?
The plan only worked if Renzo made the pick-up.
But the courier, Gensler, was using another car service.
So we paid the concierge at the private jet terminal
to change limo companies.
Maybe he told someone.
Or maybe he knows where the artifact is.
Just ask her his name.
Do you remember his name?
Mr. Castle!
Hey. I was... I just, um...
I can't believe she locked me up.
She... She has no idea.
She's stopping me from getting back to her.
I don't know, man.
Maybe this is your real life,
because the one where you're rich and famous and engaged to the hot cop
sounds pretty made-up to me.
I called your mother. She refused to come and get you.
Oh, well, she always did believe in tough love.
That doesn't seem to have worked out in your case.
No.
What is it with you and this case, Mr. Castle?
Well, I'm a mystery writer.
I'm compelled to know how the story ends.
With you.
Going home.
You're letting me go?
Well, I could let you stay overnight,
but then I would have to do the paperwork.
No, no, I'll go.
You know, you were right.
- We have met before. - We have?
On a book tour for an old Derrick Storm novel.
I, uh, waited in line to get it signed by you.
I used to love those books.
You never told me that.
Well, we've only known each other for a day.
Although it feels a lot longer.
I have that effect on people.
There's something I've been meaning to ask you.
Anything.
Why did you kill off Derrick Storm?
Hey, Captain. We've got something.
Another time, I guess. Good night, Mr. Castle.
So, we talked to the concierge at the airport.
He admitted to taking a bribe from Maria to switch the limo companies,
but he swore he didn't tell anyone.
But when we held his feet to the fire,
he came clean about what he saw that night.
A black G-Wagen sitting outside the airport gates with two guys in it.
Our shooters.
So they must have been waiting for Gensler,
and then they followed him from the airport.
Yeah, and while they were waiting, one of them stepped out for a smoke.
Surveillance caught him on camera.
We issued a BOLO,
and we're gonna run the tattoo through the database in the morning.
All right. Why don't you gentlemen keep me apprised?
Yeah.
Hi.
I thought we agreed that you were leaving.
Well, I had a thought about the case.
You're not on the case.
Actually, I was thinking about you.
I was wondering if I could buy you a drink.
It's the least I could do. I owe you that much.
Right, well, I don't think that that would be a good...
And if you come, I will tell you why I killed Derrick Storm.
So, youngest woman to ever make captain.
That's impressive.
It's not all that it's cracked up to be.
- No? - No.
And if you really are basing a character on me,
then she's gonna be boring.
Oh, I doubt you could ever be boring.
Well, my life mostly consists of paperwork and politics.
Ah, you miss the streets.
Um...
Truthfully, I don't think that I was meant to be a homicide detective.
Why would you say that?
Because the case that made me wanna be a cop,
I was never able to solve.
Anyway, back to you.
Why did you kill off Derrick Storm?
Ah.
It's complicated.
Wait. What is this place? I thought this was a date.
Okay, hang on. Hear me out.
You're still working the case?
Listen, the crimson rhino is the mascot for an Australian rugby team.
If our suspect has it tattooed on his neck,
he's gotta be a major fan.
I looked it up.
There's only one bar in New York that plays their games live.
And there's one on right now.
I knew this was a mistake.
Beckett, wait.
It's him.
Stay here.
Excuse me. NYPD.
Step away from the bar
and put your hands where I can see 'em.
- Sure thing. - Hey!
We make a pretty good team, you and I.
Well? What did he say?
Nothing, on the advice of his high-powered counsel.
Okay, so what's our next move?
There is no next move.
You asked to stick around until this case was resolved.
- It's resolved. - How is it resolved?
Detectives Ryan and Esposito found the G-Wagen
and the murder weapons at our suspect's place.
This is open-and-shut.
What about the artifact? We need to find it.
Whoever had them steal it, it and they are long gone by now.
Someone has to know where it is. There's the other shooter.
Okay. But we have no way to find him.
Look, the DA is gonna ask for a plea deal.
But trust me, this suspect's ex-military, he's not gonna roll.
So that's it?
This isn't one of your books, Mr. Castle.
We don't always get the answers.
We cleared the case. It's a win.
No, you know, that can't be it.
The Kate Beckett in my world would never call this a win.
The Kate Beckett where I come from,
she would be unrelenting in the face of anything that's thrown in her path.
She would find the truth.
And she would never compromise.
I don't know what twilight-zone world you think you come from,
but you don't know me.
And don't pretend you do.
Goodbye, Mr. Castle.
We're done here.
Hey!
You're still up?
Still on LA time.
Right.
So, did you find your mystic meteor?
No. No, um...
Trail went cold.
Guess you're stuck here with us then.
Come, come sit with me.
Come on, just give me a chance. Just, um...
For old times' sake.
I have a question for you,
and I would love a non-ironic answer.
What happened between us? Why did you move to LA?
- You know why. - Uh...
Tell me again.
Because you gave up.
You read all those terrible reviews on your magnum opus
and you couldn't move past it, and I couldn't stick around and watch.
But you know what?
Now I think I understand it.
What do you mean?
I had all these plans, you know?
To change the world.
But this non-profit I'm working for,
everything we do seems so small and pointless.
It's like nothing I do matters, so why try?
Sweetie, no, um...
Everything you do matters.
Every moment, every decision you make,
it affects the people around you,
it changes the world in a million imperceptible ways.
No matter what your reality, you can make it better.
We both can.
I've missed you, Dad.
Ah, darling, where are you off to?
I'm gonna take my own advice.
I know why the universe sent me to this world.
So, the most important day of our lives got screwed up.
Big deal.
She's better off with me, and I'm better off with her.
Even in this world.
If I can prove to this Beckett how extraordinary she is,
she can help me find that artifact.
- And I can get back home. - Ah.
There you go. That's a large cappuccino for Rick,
and a large skinny latte, two pumps sugar-free vanilla, for Kate.
- Right? Awesome. - Perfect!
Thank you very much.
Taxi!
That's okay. I'll give you a ride.
I hate this world.
Hey, take it easy.
That's him.
Marcus Lark, Lark Development.
So you're behind this.
What do you know about this, Mr. Castle?
I know you killed two men for it.
Oh, you know more than that.
My attorney overheard you at the police station,
so I had him check up on you.
Pretty strange behavior the last two days.
Which means either you're psychotic,
or this isn't your world.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I think you do.
Do you know how many years I spent looking for this?
Hearing the whispered secrets,
ancient alien technology,
naturally-occurring quantum anomalies, the power of God.
I spent years untangling legend from truth.
The Incans believed it was a gateway to the gods,
but it's not.
It's a doorway to the infinite.
A chance to change my destiny.
I know everything about this, Mr. Castle.
Except how it works.
You're rich, successful.
You have everything.
Why would you wanna change your destiny?
No man lives without regrets.
Now then, Mr. Castle,
how does it work?
I don't know.
I was holding on to it, and it just happened.
Look, I don't wanna hurt you.
But I will if you don't tell me how it works.
I swear to you, I don't know.
- Shoot out his knee. - What?
NYPD! Drop your weapon, now!
Regret this!
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
How'd you find me?
I couldn't stop thinking about what you said, about compromise.
So I decided to retrace the investigation.
It's just pure luck that it brought me here when it did.
Or fate.
Why are you here? What did they want from you?
Something I guess I didn't have.
Look out!
Oh, God!
Mr. Castle, you saved my life.
Why?
Because I love you, Kate.
Mr. Castle.
No, please don't go. Stay with me.
Stay with me. Castle. Castle?
Castle.
Castle?
Castle.
Beckett?
- It's you! - Yeah.
My you! I'm back!
I'm back!
And I'm not dead.
What happened? You hit your head?
No. How long was I gone?
I don't know. We got separated.
Ryan and Esposito got here just in time with backup.
Hey, Castle, you missed all the excitement.
We were awesome. Weren't we, Javi?
As usual.
Lark?
It looks like he was behind the theft.
Although none of them are talking.
You know, the one thing that we haven't been able to find
is the object that was in the briefcase.
When you hold this,
do not wonder even for a second
if you'd be better off anyplace else but here.
Okay.
So, in this alternate universe,
I was the captain and you and I have never met?
You were married to your work.
A lot like when you were when I met you.
And how were you without me? Did you win the Pulitzer?
Uh, I was still waiting to hear.
But I admit that my life was nowhere near as wonderful without you.
That's quite a dream.
Magical artifacts and parallel worlds.
Yeah, it was a lot more than that.
You know, the only other world I would ever want to visit
is the one where I made it to our wedding.
Me, too.
Yeah, I know.
It's the reason I haven't been sleeping.
And I keep trying to figure it out.
How do you live with a man who's lost two months of his life
and left you at the altar?
How do I live with the pain I know I've caused you?
How do we get past this?
I wish I knew.
I think I have the answer.
We just do.
So, Katherine Beckett, will you marry me?
I've already said yes.
Will you marry me right now?
Hey.
Thank you for coming on such short notice.
And you, Mother.
Oh, darling, I am so proud of you.
Mother, you know that audition?
Yeah.
I really think you should go for it.
All right.
Thank you.
Okay. Let's do it. Oh, I got it, okay.
Oh. Alexis.
- Hi. - Hi.
Whenever you're ready.
Yes.
The moment that I met you,
my life became extraordinary.
You taught me to be my best self,
to look forward to tomorrow's adventures.
And when I was vulnerable, you were strong.
I love you, Richard Castle,
and I wanna live my life in the warmth of your smile
and the strength of your embrace.
I promise you I will love you.
I will be your friend
and your partner in crime and in life.
Always.
The moment we met, my life became extraordinary.
You taught me more about myself than I knew there was to learn.
You are the joy of my heart,
and you're the last person
I wanna see every night when I close my eyes.
I love you, Katherine Beckett.
And the mystery of you is the one
I want to spend the rest of my life exploring.
I promise to love you,
to be your friend
and your partner in crime and life.
Till death do us part,
and for the time of our lives.
By the power vested in me by the state of New York,
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Cheers.
To the wedded couple.
Mrs. Castle, may I have this dance?
There's no music.
It's perfect.
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