VVinny
Okay, listen. On occasion, clients might need to make a vehicle disappear, and for ten grand, such a thing can be handled.
What was the name of the client?
VVinny
No names came up. He called me in the morning, he said the right things, we struck a deal, but I never met the man. It was all anonymous.
Then how did you get paid?
VVinny
We used a drop. The client left a bag full of cash in a dumpster on the lower East side right after the SUV got turned into a panini.
After? What happens if you crush a car and then you don't get your money?
VVinnie
(chuckles) That does not happen.
And instead of going after real leads, we're gonna be chasing thousands of half-baked tipsters playing the Richard Castle lottery.
What real leads? So far, we've had nothing but dead ends. And I'm tired of not knowing. Now, to find a needle in a haystack, do we not first need a haystack?
Yeah, but not a haystack full of nutjobs.
Mr Castle! Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?
Did you give that TV station the precinct number?
Well, I'm not going to give them my home phone. That's private!
The NYPD is not your personal secretary! Do you know how many man-hours this little stunt of yours is costing us? The phones have been ringing off the hook!
Did you hear that? Ringing off the hook? [kisses Gates and grabs a stack of phone messages] We have leads.
W... w... what just happened?
Aha, that will be my date.
Uh-huh, Robert. We met at the grief counselling group, when you were presumed...
You picked up a man at grief counselling?
Yes. Now, I will thank you to go into the other room.
Because at the moment our relationship is based on mutual loss, and if he finds out that you have returned, and are alive, it will just... it will ruin everything.
Mother, you realise I was on television this morning?
Luckily, Robert is a cultured man, he does not watch television. The only newspaper he reads is the Wall Street Journal, which, thankfully, did not carry news of your return. So, go, go, go, go.
We have no idea what's out there. No idea who's out there. That's too risky.
CCastle
It's Canada. How risky could it be? And need I remind you, I'm a grown man. I have no need to ask your permission. That being said, pleeeease, please, please can I go?
Okay, fine. But only because I know you're not gonna do anything stupid if she's with you. [to Alexis] Don't let him do anything stupid.
CCastle
Grab your passport, I'll get the tickets.
JJenkins
You weren't supposed to come back. Ever.
JJenkins
What do you remember?
I know you're involved. I know you know what happened to me. Who are you?
JJenkins
You can't be doing this. Asking questions, offering rewards. It's too dangerous.
Then tell me what happened.
JJenkins
You're not listening, Mr. Castle. You need to stop.
JJenkins
Or you're going to find out the truth. And you said you didn't want to remember. We went to great lengths to make sure that you didn't. But if you keep looking...
There's no way in hell I asked for this.
JJenkins
I'm sorry, but you did.
JJenkins
Hollander's woods, Mr. Castle. That February day, when you were eleven years old. What happened to you there, the real reason you became a mystery writer.
How did you... I never told anyone about that.
JJenkins
No. Not Beckett, not your family. But you told me, three weeks ago, so that if this ever happened, you'd have proof. You'd know that you were the one who asked to forget.
JJenkins
Some mysteries aren't meant to be solved. It's over now. Go home. Live your life. Forget this ever happened. It's what you wanted.
[Castle and Beckett glance at each other over their tablets]
You want to do something tonight?
We could, um, go watch a movie.
Yeah, yeah, if you want to.
Well, not if you don't want to.
Well if you want to, I - I want to.
You know what, we've watched a lot of movies over the last couple of weeks.
So maybe we could, you know, if you wanted...
I mean, we could try something else tonight.
Yeah. I mean, we haven't since...
Yeah, well, given everything that's happened, I thought you just, you weren't ready...
I thought that you weren't ready.
I'm ready. I'm... I... [scoffs] I'm... I'm so ready.
I'm ready too. Like, I'm really ready.
Okay, well, then, what are we waiting for?
[Beckett's cellphone rings]
Really? That's how the Devil is gonna kill someone? Using a broken pool stick?
Or perhaps the Prince of Darkness is trying to make a point. You live by the cue, you die by the cue.
I thought he usually just released the hellhounds.
All right, then how do you explain what we just saw back there?
Easy. Will didn't close the door all the way when he came back in. Our window was open, the killer came through it, and this huge gust of wind forced the door open, and then shut when they left.
Except Will lives on the 19th floor. With no fire escape.
Come on, Castle. You know that there are plenty of ways to access windows on high-level floors without a fire escape.
Yes. If you're Spider-Man.
Our killer's not Spider-Man.
Agreed. Because it's the Devil.
