Previously on "Castle"...
I can't prove it, but my gut says
this is Kelly Nieman's work.
Last time, she got away with it because she had an accomplice.
Oh, my God. That's Jerry Tyson.
3XK... he's alive.
Nieman and Tyson are in this together.
Except Jerry Tyson is dead. Therefore, that can't be him.
I'm Michael Boudreau.
You had cosmetic surgery to look like a serial killer.
So here we are, not being able to prove that Tyson is Tyson
because we don't have his DNA sample that he stole.
Tyson's latest girlfriend, Amy Barrett.
Question is, where is she now? What did Tyson do to her?
Beckett.
It's Amy Barrett. I'm afraid.
Don't move. I'll be there, okay?
Unless we can show that he's Tyson, we have to release him.
He wanted to be here, and so did she.
Why?
Aah!
Beckett.
It's done.
You sure this is where she said she was going?
Yeah, yeah... 9th and Jane.
Tory said she still can't get a trace on Beckett's phone.
Says it's either been turned off or disabled.
There. There's her car.
"Help her!"
They want us to know they have her.
All right, let's get CSU down here!
Call in a 10-45! I want every available unit canvassing!
Ask everyone questions!
Somebody had to have seen her! Let's go!
We're gonna dig into
all the security and traffic cams in the area...
any ATMs, businesses, anything with eyes on the streets.
Go, go, go!
Castle?
It's him.
Boudreau, Tyson, whatever he's calling himself -
it's him, and it's Nieman.
But they were in the precinct with us.
Giving them the perfect alibi.
Meanwhile, they use Amy Barrett as bait to draw Beckett out.
You think Barrett was involved with this?
Or she's a victim, too.
We need to find Nieman, and we need to find Boudreau.
Mr. Boudreau, open up!
Mr. Boudreau, shortly after leaving
to meet with your friend Amy Barrett,
one of our detectives went missing.
So?
- So, where is she? - I don't know.
I've been in police custody until an hour ago.
Giving you the perfect alibi.
Maybe I have an alibi 'cause I didn't do anything wrong.
Then why don't you let us in?
Fine.
Beckett?
Beckett?!
Come on, man. Nobody's here. It's just me.
What'd you do to her? Huh, Tyson?
Where are you keeping her?
I'm not keeping her anywhere, and I'm not Jerry Tyson.
No, no! Come on! You can't do this.
You can't just come in here threatening me. I know it's you!
I know it's you.
You're not helping her... not like that.
So what? We just let him kill her?
No. But, Castle, we can't do anything
if we don't have anything.
It's him, Kevin. It's Tyson.
We need to prove it.
We'll put units on him, put him under the microscope.
If it's him,
he won't be able to make a move without us knowing it.
We'll find her.
Okay, look all you want, Detective Esposito,
she's not here, and I have no idea where she is.
What about your client Amy Barrett?
My office gave you our information on Amy Barrett.
I can't help it if her contact information is out of date.
Yeah, I bet you can't... just like you have nothing to do with
Detective Beckett's disappearance.
You seem to think that I'm something that I'm not.
And how could I be involved? I was with you at the time.
I got a unit on Boudreau's place
and a follow car standing by.
Espo, put units on Nieman, as well.
Anything on the canvass?
We've pulled officers from the 3rd and 8th precincts to help.
If there's a witness out there, we'll find them.
How about video?
The immediate area where you found her car
didn't have any street-cam or security coverage.
Making it the perfect place for an abduction.
I have teams from four precincts pulling all video
in a 10-block radius from where Beckett was taken.
It's a long shot, but...
What about Amy Barrett...
the phone call she made to Beckett?
Can we trace that?
We did... to a cellphone. It's no longer active.
But we've got Amy's picture out to every cop
and every transit worker in the city.
Amy's not gonna be in public... not if she's working with Tyson.
And we're assuming Boudreau is Tyson.
But what if Mike Boudreau is really Mike Boudreau?
What if Nieman actually cut him to look like Tyson
just to give us someone to chase?
What if the real Jerry Tyson is still out there?
No.
He's just messing with our heads.
Boudreau is Tyson.
It doesn't make any sense.
Why would he let himself get arrested?
Why would he risk returning to his apartment?
It's part of the thrill.
To be here... among us, within our grasp.
He wants to see how close he can get to the flame.
That's what excites him.
It's not just the murder he likes... it's the game.
We had him, and we let our guard down.
That was his plan.
Hello?
Castle, can you hear me?
Beckett!
Please, Castle, I need your help.
Where are you?
Oh, God. Castle, please!
You have to help me!
Castle!! Help me!!
S07E15 Reckoning
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- What was the number? - 212-555-0147.
- How long to trace? - Don't know.
It sounded like she was, uh, struggling.
She was trying to get away from someone. She could still be there.
It's a payphone... operated by Centi-Com.
- Where? - Tracing it now.
Come on, come on.
Got it.
Upper West Side... parking lot by the West Side highway.
Fan out. Secure the area.
There's something here.
- Look at that. - Yeah.
Careful. Easy.
Might be rigged.
Okay.
It's a voice recorder.
Castle, can you hear me?
Please, Castle, I need your help.
Oh, God.
Castle, please!
You have to help me!
Castle!! Help me!!
She was never here.
He's playing us.
He's probably watching us right now.
I need a chopper!
I need search teams on every roof! Let's go!
I don't understand.
If this is a recording, when did they get her to say this?
They didn't... the recording was manufactured,
digitally spliced from what appear to be
- several different sources. - What sources?
This, for one.
It's an interview Beckett gave
to the local news just after you disappeared.
Please,if you have any information
or know anything about the disappearance
of Richard Castle, I need your help.
And here's the recording.
Castle, can you hear me?
Please, Castle, I need your help.
Given the background noise on some of these other words,
I'm guessing parts of this were recorded in public
using a parabolic mike on the street,
maybe even at crime scenes.
This was planned. They've been preparing this for months.
Looks that way.
This was about Beckett.
No.
That interview, that was meant as a...
as a message to me.
He wants me to suffer.
Why?
Why is Tyson fixated on you?
If he's directing this at you, he may try to communicate.
We should put a tap and a trace on all your phones.
I'll set it up.
Captain, he's already communicating.
He's out there, sitting in Boudreau's apartment.
And he knows where she is.
And we can't touch him until we have proof.
By then, she'll be dead!
Please, captain. This is... she's my wife.
Mr. Castle, I know you're hurting. We all are.
But we have to keep our wits about us.
We have to work the evidence.
It's the only way we can get her back.
Captain.
The canvass at the abduction site
found a witness who said that she saw someone
matching Beckett's description.
Said she was in a wheelchair being pushed towards a red van,
and, uh, the witness also said she appeared unconscious.
She must've been drugged.
Did they see who was with her?
No. The person pushing the wheelchair was wearing a hoodie.
Well, what about a license plate?
No.
But that's a start.
Get teams scrubbing all street-cam footage
from blocks nearby.
Find that van.
We are gonna get her back.
No. No, no, no, no. I told you that I'm not...
Oh, God!
Guys!
This is from a traffic camera two blocks away
from where Beckett was taken.
That's a red van.
Heading away from the abduction area.
- You run the plate? - Belongs to a plumber in queens.
He reported it stolen three days ago.
- That's got to be it. - All right. I'll run an APB.
Make sure you let Castle know.
Yeah, where is Castle?
Where is she?
Get out of here.
Is she alive?
Help! I need help!
Get off me! Get off me!
Where is she?!
- I told you! I don't know! - Huh?!
Why'd you do it, Tyson? For revenge?
Because we were happy?
You have got the wrong guy.
The hell I do.
- Where is she? - I don't know!
You planned this.
You and Nieman.
But it ends tonight.
Go to hell.
- Where is she? - Hey.
No.
Hey, hey, m-man.
No, no, no, no, wait a minute.
Tell me where she is, Tyson, or so help me, God...
I don't know.
And I'm not Tyson.
He just wants you to thin I am.
- Where is she? - But I didn't do this.
- I didn't do any of this. - Where is she?
I-I'm not him!
Dr. Nieman just made me look like him, but I'm not him.
Where is she?
My name is Michael Boudreau. I swear.
I was... I was born in Iowa.
I was raised on 11725 North Genoa Street.
My parents' names are Michael and Lauren.
I'm... I'm not Jerry Tyson. I'm not.
I swear.
I don't believe you.
Now...
last chance.
No, no. Please. Don't. don't. Please.
Where is she?
NYPD! Police!
- Drop the gun! - Drop it!
Drop your weapon!
Drop it!
You heard me! Drop the gun now!
Let's see your hands!
Come on, Castle. Assault with a deadly weapon?
Do you have any idea what this does to the investigation?
You don't think I wanted to go over there
and beat the hell out of him... and Nieman?
That's not gonna get her back.
He's pressing charges.
We're gonna have to book you.
Me?
What about him?
We don't have anything to hold him on.
You were never gonna win going straight at him.
If he thought there was any chance of that,
then he wouldn't have stayed in that apartment.
We'll take care of the rest of the booking details later.
- Anything on the van? - No, not yet.
You know, when I first got here,
I couldn't figure out what Beckett saw in you.
But you know what she said?
"He sees the story.
"I see the evidence, where it leads,
but he sees the story."
That man got inside your head, and you let him.
You want to help her, you got to get inside his.
What's his story?
What's his next move going to be?
Now, you figure that out, and we'll find her.
- Sir. - What's wrong?
It's Boudreau... Tyson.
On the way back to his apartment,
he bolted on the subway platform and jumped onto the tracks.
Our guys tried to follow, but they lost him.
I want transit authority on full alert!
Put every unit in the area on the lookout
and get his picture on the wire!
I want him found!
Captain, I just sent teams to Kelly Nieman's apartment to check on her.
She's gone.
How can she be gone? We've been on her place the whole time.
They found an access door to the roof open.
She must have went out of it
and climbed across the roof to another building.
Get an APB out on her and get teams down to the hospital...
Hello?
How did it feel to be that close?
Tyson.
Trace... go.
You know the part I liked best?
The pain in your eyes.
The suffering.
And all that fear, knowing that I have her.
Well, if this is about me, then take me.
Take me and let her go.
No.
No, if I took you, I'd only get to kill you once.
See, this way, I get to kill you over and over again.
Tyson.
Tyson?
Ryan?
- Did you get him? - Stand by.
Wait. Wait.
Got it! Number's coming through right now!
Where's he calling from?
Oh, God.
Castle?
He's calling from your house.
Where's Alexis?
Dad, what the hell?!
You have your passport?
Yes, yes, yes. But, Richard, Europe?
No "buts." I need to know that you're safe.
Now, the... the police are gonna take you to the airport.
I have friends waiting for you on the other side.
Okay.
Dad, please be safe.
I will. But I need you to go.
Okay. Take care, baby.
Be careful.
I love you.
I...
We just heard from tech.
No evidence of anyone tampering with your phone.
They think that Tyson must have figured out a way
to spoof your number from the outside.
Inside, outside... doesn't matter.
He wants me to know he can get to me anytime.
I'm sorry.
I had him the night at the motel.
I-if I could have found a way to move a little faster,
react a second sooner...
It's not your fault.
It's not my fault.
It's his fault.
Yo.
Uniform in Queens just spotted that stolen red van off the APB.
Where?
Parked outside of an abandoned industrial property.
- Is she there? - We don't know.
But an E.S.U. team's on its way.
I got something - third floor.
It's her.
We have a positive I.D... Third floor, northeast corner.
- How many others? - Unknown. We don't have a visual.
Stay behind us. If he's in there, he's gonna gun for you first.
Castle! Wait! Get back! It's a trap!
Beckett!! No!!
God!
Kate, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so...
it's not her!
It's not her!
Who was the girl?
Former drug addict, just like the others.
She was reported missing last week.
They found a speaker underneath the chair.
It's how he was able to broadcast Beckett's voice.
And the weapon?
Pre-aimed at the victim, triggered remotely.
He wanted us to watch.
You think she's still alive?
She's alive.
How do you know?
Because he's not done with me yet.
Good.
You're awake.
We can get started.
Our new victim's name is Sydney Novak,
from Broward County, Florida.
We believe she may have been targeted by Tyson and Nieman
due to facial similarities
between her and Detective Beckett.
Given the nature of these murders...
We're not gonna find her.
Not like this.
Not by chasing him, not by playing his game.
We need to take the game to him.
I know you.
You're the writer.
You and your cop friend put me in here.
For murders that your cellmate Jerry Tyson
convinced you to commit
so the world would think you were 3XK
and he would get away scot-free.
Why are you here?
You shared a cell with him for four years.
Time I'd rather forget.
Why?
You look at him, you think... "He's so weak."
There's nothing to him.
But the guy...
he knew how to get in your head.
He knew how to make you do things
you never thought capable of.
Like killing for him?
Let's just say I slept a lot better
once I knew he was dead.
He's not.
Just another way for him to disappear
so he could make his plans.
- He's alive? - And he has my wife.
You shared a cell with him for four years.
No one knows him better than you.
In all that time,
did he ever mention a place somewhere in the city,
a place he would go to feel safe?
You need my help.
Yes, I need your help.
- You put me in here. - He put you in here.
He got you to do those things.
He got inside your head, controlled you like a puppet.
You'd done your time, but he needed you to get caught.
You sacrificed yourself.
And I bet not a night goes by you don't see his face
and wonder, "how did he do that?
How did he get me to throw my life away?"
There was someplace he talked about...
a place he liked to go.
Where?
What's in it for me?
- What do you want? - Out.
- You know I don't have the authority... - I'm sure with all your connections,
you can find someone who does.
They'll never go for it.
Not gonna release a murderer. They'll let her die first.
That's not my problem.
Please.
Something else.
Money for your family.
Give me something I can give you.
I don't have a family, Mr. Castle.
And I am stuck in here for life
without the possibility of parole,
so what the hell do you think you could give me
that would be worth a damn?
Revenge.
He's out there, walking around, and you're in here.
Don't you want to settle the score?
Fine.
Guess I just didn't think, after all these years,
you'd still let him control you.
What kind of revenge?
There was a place he talked about...
a house in the woods.
Where?
A little ways up the Hudson, owned by a family friend.
When he was a kid, he'd go there in the summers
when things got too intense with his mother.
Hello. Are your archives digitized?
I was wondering if you could e-mail me
a set of the building plans for the following address.
You know, you can't save her.
When he sees the cops coming...
and, trust me, he will see the cops coming...
he won't bargain.
He won't be reasoned with.
He will just...
kill her.
It won't be the cops.
It'll be me.
Amy Barrett.
You think Barrett was involved in this?
Or she's a victim, too.
So she was working with them.
Don't scream, or I will shoot you.
Where's Beckett? Is she inside the house?
Where is she?
Not here.
Where?
I don't know. They wouldn't tell me.
Not until it's over.
They sent me here to wait.
I don't believe you.
Who's down there? Who's in the house?
- Just me. - You're lying.
They're in there, aren't they?
No.
If you bring me back there, I'll show you.
What are you doing?
Making sure you stay out of my way.
You know what I love about this car?
All the trunk space.
Get in.
If I'm lying and they are down there,
they're gonna miss me soon.
They'll know you're out here. They'll kill you both.
Despite the situation, I want you to know I admire you.
I always have.
There's no point in resisting, detective.
If fact, if you accept that, I can remove the gag.
Good.
And please don't scream. It's tedious.
And no one can hear you.
Much better.
It's a crime to cover up such a lovely face.
Kidnapping and murder are crimes.
You can still save yourself.
I've already been saved.
I used to feel ashamed of who I was inside,
the things I dreamt about doing.
And then I met Jerry,
and it was like... coming home.
So if you think that I would ever turn on him,
you don't understand me at all.
What do you think he's gonna do
when you're no longer useful to him?
He will kill you.
I am your only chance, Kelly. I can help you.
And you're going to.
What are you doing?
With all the police attention, I'll need a new face.
And I've chosen yours.
No.
No! Please!
- Please. - This is going back on.
No! Ow!
Shh.
She's not here.
But you are.
So glad you could join me.
Faces fascinate me.
The mask we show to the world.
I find that clients invariably hope
a procedure won't just change their looks,
but change who they are in some deeper way.
Never does.
Any more than painting a house
can change the things that happen inside of it.
Yes?
Do you have him?
Yeah, I've got him.
Did you get what you need from her?
Enough.
I can do the rest after.
Get her ready.
Wait for my call.
It'll all be over soon.
But I've so enjoyed our time together.
Take a seat.
Please.
You have me now. Just let her go.
Oh, no, no, no. I can't.
She's part of the plan.
Why I brought you here.
Brought me?
You know what I love about human beings?
Is they're so predictable. They're like mice.
You can get them to do anything.
All you have to do
is put a little cheese at the end of the maze
and know exactly when to shock them.
You knew I was coming.
Dangling Boudreau in front of you,
watching Beckett die before your eyes...
once I had the cops chasing their tails,
I knew it'd be only a matter of time
before you did something on your own.
Visiting my old cellie was a...
well, that was a natural choice.
This was a setup.
What better way to get you here alone
than to make you think it was your idea?
Why?
- Why are you doing this to me? - Because I want to see your face.
It's why I lured you here...
so I could see your face...
while you watched her die.
No.
That's not it.
Oh?
This isn't about me, is it?
Oh, it's about so much more than that.
This is about you.
Your inadequacy.
All the games, all the manipulation...
After I screwed up your plans,
you needed to prove you were smarter than me.
You needed to know you could control me.
Mm.
Well, you're here.
You know, I've written characters like you.
Cunning psychopaths so narcissistic,
they believe they can't be caught -
because they're smarter than everyone
and they need to prove it.
That's your story, Jerry.
Why you did everything.
You needed to prove it.
So I let you.
What do you mean?
I let you bring me here.
It's the only way to find you.
I needed to find you so I could find her.
But the truth, Jerry...
We're not gonna find her... not like this.
Not by chasing him, not by playing his game.
We need to take the game to him.
Put this deep in your ear. All right? All the way in.
The truth is...
I lured you here...
To watch you die.
Are we clear?
Clear about what?
Then take the shot.
Ryan, he's down.
- You have her location? - Yeah.
Here. This is the last number he called.
Beckett's with Nieman.
I need an emergency trace on the following number...
Something's wrong.
He should have called by now.
I'm afraid it's time, detective.
There!
Beckett?
I was so scared.
- You okay? - Yeah.
That was the stupidest, most reckless,
irresponsible stunt you've ever pulled, Mr. Castle.
Thank you.
Okay. All right, all right, all right.
Okay!
There's still the matter of the assault charges.
- Assault charges? - Uh, it's a... it's a long story.
But, c-captain you can't be serious.
Serial killer or no,
you threatened an unarmed man with a gun.
The D.A. takes that very seriously.
But...
In light of your outstanding work on this case,
he's willing to drop the charges
if you agree to 1,000 hours of community service.
1,000 hours?!
Yes.
As a consultant to Detective Beckett and the 12th precinct.
I'm... I'm... I'm...
I'm being un-banned?
Mr. Castle, welcome back.
Okay!
That was my mother and Alexis.
They said they're on their way home,
just as soon as they do some shopping.
I don't know how you did it.
What?
Kept it together the two months I was missing.
Two days, I didn't know where you were,
and it nearly killed me.
You ever think about what happened...
when you were gone?
All the time.
Every time I close my eyes, I see her face.
I see his, too.
Since that night on the bridge.
You know how I deal with it?
No.
I open my eyes and look at you.
Thanks for coming to get me.
Always.
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