(Thunder rumbling)
(Beeping)
(Line ringing)
(Man) 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
Hello?
Is anybody there?
Do you need assistance?
Are you in danger?
(Beckett) Castle, what if it rains?
- On our wedding day? - Mm-hmm.
That's supposed to be good luck.
But we'll find a venue that has an indoor area,
just in case.
Even if we find the perfect place,
- it's not gonna be available until at least October. - October!
Harvest season. Perfect.
Perfect, except if you want my dad
to walk me down the aisle.
He's gonna be in Europe on the research project.
Oh. Fine. We'll have a winter wedding.
Didn't we say we wanted to do it outside?
- Right. Yeah, frostbite isn't very festive. - Hmm.
How about we get hitched, uh, spring of next year?
And what if I wanna get married sooner? Hmm?
Who could blame you? Mm. (Kisses)
You two are so adorable.
Oh, you know what?
Maybe we could find a venue for this summer.
You want to have a wedding
in the middle of a New York summer?
No. You're right.
Oh! I know! September!
It's not too hot. It's not too cold.
It's right in the goldilocks zone.
- It's perfect. - It is, except I'll be out of town
every weekend on my book signing tour.
So unless we get married on a Monday,
September's gonna be tough.
(Clears throat) A little unsolicited advice.
Do you give another kind?
(Sighs) In life,
there is no such thing as a perfect time for anything.
I'm sorry, that's advice how?
(Huffs) Don't wait!
Hell, just go down to city hall right now.
You love each other. Stop talking about it.
Just do it. (Exhales sharply)
- We'll find a date. It's gonna be fine. - Let's keep... yeah, looking.
Okay. (Cell phone rings and beeps)
Beckett.
I don't know, Castle. Maybe we're being too ambitious.
Maybe we should consider the spring of next year.
I thought you didn't wanna wait that long.
Nah, I just... I wanna be flexible.
You already are flexible.
(Laughing) You see what I... did there. (Chuckles)
What's so funny?
Well, actually, did you know Beckett can lift her...
- No, nothing. Hello. Nothing. - I'll tell you later.
- No. - No.
Well, our victim is a Ted Rollins.
He was shot twice in the chest.
He was 20 years old, lived alone,
and worked part-time at a secondhand record store.
So how's a 20-year-old who sells used records for a living
own a place like this?
This is one of the many things that don't add up here.
Like why he's soaking wet?
The killer left Ted Rollins' body
in the shower.
When the officers arrived, the water was still going.
And who called them in?
That's a good question.
At 11:50, uniforms responded to a 9-1-1 call
made from the victim's cell phone.
But the time of death is between 8:00 and 11:00.
So there's no way Ted could've placed that call.
So the killer shot him and then called 9-1-1.
Except our victim was not shot in this apartment.
How do we know that?
Because he has exit wounds in his back,
but there are no bullets in the bathroom
or anywhere else in the apartment.
Plus lividity indicates the body was moved.
Okay, so then the killer put him in the shower
to wash off the trace evidence from the original crime scene.
And it almost worked except for this. (Camera shutter clicks)
The grease here with the tiny red specks?
Water didn't get that out.
It's on his knees and his elbows.
I'm thinking he fell
when he got shot and landed in that stuff.
Okay, let's get this material to C.S.U.
- See if they can tell us where he was killed. - I don't get it.
Why would the killer risk moving the body back here
from the crime scene?
Sounds like a case of
"Weekend at Bernie's" gone wrong.
No. No, wait.
That would have to mean there's such a thing
as a "Weekend at Bernie's" gone right.
Wait a minute.
These two shoelaces are tied differently.
That is odd.
(Floorboards creaking)
This is even more odd.
(Camera shutter clicks)
What are you doing?
(Groans)
Looks like Ted's got a secret compartment.
And what's a secret compartment...
without a secret?
A laptop.
The key to our mystery and the identity of our killer
may lie within that device.
(Tory) Well, if it does, I can't get to it.
Honestly, I've never seen anything like this before. (Beeps)
So what are we looking at here?
A very high-level encryption program.
What, and you can't crack it?
Come on, genius bar. I thought you were the best.
I am.
It's just whoever designed this is... better.
- But give me some time. Let me see what I can do. - All right.
Anyone else wondering what a record store clerk
is doing with this kind of technology?
Espo, did you contact next of kin?
Yeah, Ted's father and little brother.
They're on their way down.
I just talked to Ted yesterday. How could he be gone?
Mr. Rollins, when you spoke with your son,
did he seem worried or scared about anything?
He said everything was fine.
Maybe you could help us with something else.
We found a laptop in one of the floorboards of Ted's place
with a highly sophisticated encryption system.
Either one of you know what it was doing there?
What is it?
Ted was a... computer whiz.
More like a genius.
But it got him into trouble.
When Ted was in high school, he got into identity theft...
hijacking credit cards, bank accounts,
stuff like that.
Yeah, he'd call it "pulling a Robin Hood."
'Cause he would steal from the rich
and give to the poor.
The poor being Ted?
He was just a kid.
So how much did he end up stealing?
- $1.4 million. - Whoa.
But the judge made him give it back.
Part of Ted's plea deal was that he was barred
from using any devices connecting him to the Internet.
So he shouldn't have had that laptop.
Is there anything to indicate that he went back
to committing identity theft?
I was laid off, and...
Ted helped me with Grant's tuition.
I knew he was up to something.
I just didn't wanna believe he was hacking again.
Okay, so,
let's just say he went back to stealing identities.
Does that explain why he was killed?
Yeah, people get pissed
about getting their identities stolen,
but normally, they report it to the police.
Well, maybe he stole from the kind of people
that don't report to the police.
Hey!
Look who's back from paternity leave. (Chuckles)
So how's Sarah Grace?
Oh! Man. I tell you, she is just...
(Cell phone chimes) my perfect little angel.
- Oh, she's so cute. Wow. - Yeah.
Is it me or... or does she... look a lot like Esposito?
Yeah, she does.
(Whispers) - Wow. - Really, Beckett?
I expected that from Jackass but not from you.
Anyway, so I got that C.S.U. report back.
Looks like Ted might've been killed in an auto body shop.
Did he even own a car?
No, but they identified that sludge on Ted's clothes.
It's hydraulic fluid mixed with red paint flecks.
Now the paint is urethane-based with high levels
of a volatile organic compound, so it's most likely
from a car painted prior to the 1990s.
Okay, canvass the auto shops near Ted's place.
Maybe he was seen at one of them.
- Yeah. - Hey!
Beckett, we got something.
(Typing) Now, Ted's laptop is like Fort Knox on steroids.
But Tory found some unscrambled artifacts in the registry
to a service set identifier.
I don't know what that means either,
but she got really excited about it.
And here's why.
(Beep) Yesterday at 7:19 P.M. Ted connected
to a dedicated server of a private computer network.
I traced the network. It belongs to... (Typing)
Universal Banking Solutions.
They're based in Chicago but have satellite offices
all over the world, including Manhattan,
which is where Ted connected.
Now according to the web site, "Universal Banking Solutions"
"handles strategic and tactical procurements"
"for international clients."
And what does that mean?
I... I don't... I was just reading the screen there.
Okay, so what did Ted do when he connected to the server?
It's impossible to tell. He could've sent an e-mail
or accessed the web site.
Or he hacked it.
That, too. Whatever he did, it was the last time
this laptop was used before he died.
Okay, so, who runs the Manhattan office?
(Beep) Anderson Cross.
All right, let's see
if Mr. Cross knows what Ted was up to.
I don't know, Castle. Maybe your mom's right.
I think elopement's a great idea.
There's no planning, no lists.
All we do is we just get married.
Beckett, I promise you, there is a perfect date
for our perfect wedding, and we will find it.
- Trust me. - I do.
- Oh, wedding humor. Nice. - Mm-hmm.
We need to speak with Anderson Cross.
Let me see if he's available.
(Cell phone ringing)
- Excuse me. (Whispers) - Yeah.
(Beep) Castle.
(Man) Richard, something is about to happen.
But you cannot react.
I'm sorry. Who is this?
Lives are at stake. Don't react.
(Beep, line disconnects)
Sorry, Mr. Cross isn't picking up.
Oh. Here he is.
Mr. Cross, these people are here to see you.
Hello there.
I'm Anderson Cross.
Hi. I'm detective Kate Beckett.
N.Y.P.D.
Detective Beckett, so nice to meet you.
And, uh, this is Richard Castle.
Sorry. I didn't get the name.
Richard. Richard Castle.
So why don't we go on into the conference room
where we can talk?
Yes.
(Whispers) Dad?
Not a word.
Castle 6x12 - Deep Cover Original air date January 13, 2014
Sync and corrections by atrn97g for www.addic7ed.com
So, I don't mean to rush us,
but I do have an appointment in a few minutes.
Actually, this won't take very long, Mr. Cross.
Um, do you know a man named Ted Rollins?
No, I... I don't believe I do. Why?
He was murdered last night.
Oh.
Okay.
I'm not sure what that has to do with me.
Well, we believe that he tried to access your network
yesterday evening around 7:19.
Do you have any idea why he would do that?
Well, as a matter of fact, I just got a report
from my I.T. people
saying that someone tried to hack into our system
around about that time.
And what exactly does your company do?
Well, we basically handle, uh, multi-million dollar
currency transactions for banks,
international businesses, uh, foreign countries and the like.
Maybe Ted was trying to, uh... tap in and steal
from one of those transactions.
Well, if he did...
(Chuckles) he was quite unsuccessful.
Has anyone tried to hack into your company's network before?
Oh, yes. But we have quite a robust firewall system.
It's never been breached.
Um, well, would you mind giving me copies
of your incursion reports along with the ones
from last night?
Of course. I'll send them right over to you. (Cell phone chimes and vibrates)
Okay, thank you. Thanks for your time.
(Inhales deeply) I'm sorry, Mr. Cross, uh,
have we ever met before?
I don't believe we have.
Really? Because you just seem so familiar.
Really?
- Uh-huh. - I have one of those faces.
Huh?
Um, Lanie's got something for us. We should go.
- Great. - Thank you.
Not at all. My pleasure.
(Mouths words)
Okay, so I may know why one of Ted's shoes
was tied differently.
The killer was looking for something.
In his shoes?
Yep. At the time of his death,
Ted had a coin in his right sock.
Due to rigor mortis, an impression remained,
including these faint markings. You see that?
Yeah. Wow.
Hey, Castle.
You with us?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
Uh... let me get this straight.
So, after Ted was shot, the killer took off the shoe
and the sock, grabbed the coin
and then put the shoe and sock back on?
Must've been a valuable coin.
Actually, it wasn't. I did some enhancement.
(Beeps) And based on the coin's diameter
and the markings,
we've identified it as an Iranian rial,
worth less than a penny.
Wow, an Iranian rial, huh?
Castle?
No... theories on international intrigue
or covert espionage?
We really don't have the information
to speculate at this point.
Okay.
Were you able to narrow down where Ted was killed?
No, but I did check his stomach contents.
And I can tell you this... approximately 15 minutes
before his death, Ted ate clams and funnel cake.
Can you believe that?
Ugh.
Lanie, you slice open dead people for a living
and you're grossed out by that?
Even I have my limits.
Okay, fine, uh, clams and funnel cake.
That sounds like he had amusement park food.
Right, and the hydraulic fluid and red paint on Ted's clothes?
He was at an amusement park, and I can tell you which one.
How?
Well, as a connoisseur of carny food,
there's only one amusement park
that has both fried clams and funnel cake,
and that park is...
- Coney Island. - Coney Island.
Okay, you two creep me out (Cell phone chimes and vibrates)
When you do that shared brain thing.
Uh, I...
Hey, I... I forgot I had to... drop by my publisher's.
We gotta look at the... galleys.
There's another... uh, for the Derrick Storm... novels.
There's the galley, and, uh... (Speaks indistinctly)
Great. Thanks. Hey, Beckett! (Receiver thuds)
The head of Coney Island's maintenance staff
said that the only place there would be hydraulic fluid
and paint is the repair facility under the roller coaster.
Okay, let's have park security check it out for us.
They have.
And they found blood.
(Screaming)
(Track rattling)
(Police radio chatter)
(Camera shutter clicks)
Well, this is definitely where Ted was killed.
Why here? What was he up to?
(Mouth full) Yo, funnel cake vendor remembered seeing Ted.
Said he got his food and walked in this direction.
Was he with anyone?
- Not that he saw. - Killer must've followed him.
Or maybe they came here to meet.
Yeah, why wouldn't the killer leave the body here?
Why would he drag it all the way back to Manhattan
to the victim's own apartment?
To throw us off his trail.
Or maybe the killer didn't want us to find the crime scene
because there's something here that ties him to the murder.
Do they have security cameras here?
Just that one covering the south entrance.
Okay, let's talk to park security.
Get them to give us the surveillance footage.
(Track rattling)
(Children shouting playfully)
Oh.
There you go. (Coins clink)
- God bless you, man. - Yeah.
(Bird chirping)
Sit behind me.
Never thought I'd see you again.
Ted Rollins.
Your victim. What have you learned?
What have I le...
I'm sorry, until a year ago, I had no idea who you were,
and now you come out of the blue
and the only thing you have to say is,
"what have you learned?"
How about a, "hello, son. How you been?"
You're getting emotional. Now is not the time.
Really?
'Cause it's been about 40 years.
So when would be a good time?
With what I do? Never.
Or did you forget what happened in Paris?
No. How could I forget?
Then stop acting like you did.
You know what I do. You know who I am.
I let my guard down, people die.
People like Ted?
So who was he really? Who killed him?
You need to tell me what you know.
You don't trust me.
Trust kills faster than bullets.
Look, there's a storm coming.
And if I don't stop it, a lot more people are gonna die.
Just tell me what you know.
Um...
he was shot at Coney Island under the roller coaster.
There was a coin in his sock.
An Iranian rial.
Do you have the coin?
No, the killer took it.
Why would he do that? What does that mean?
It means I gotta go.
If there's any update, text me.
Say you need to meet, and I'll be back here
within 30 minutes.
Don't tell anyone about this, about me.
Not even your fiancée. (Paper rustles)
How'd you know we were engaged?
Well, I may not be good at it,
but I am still your father.
Now keep your mouth shut.
And let's try not to get us both killed.
(Telephone ringing)
What's wrong?
You don't like the artwork for your graphic novel?
Oh, no, no, it's great. It's good, it's, um...
So we were right about Coney Island, huh?
Yes. One mystery solved.
Only it's led us to a few new ones.
Like what was Ted doing there in the first place?
- Yeah. It's weird. - It's more than weird.
Something bigger's going on here, don't you think?
Hey, guys.
Come check this out.
This is surveillance from that security camera
at the entrance of the roller coaster repair yard.
Ted enters alone at 8:47 P.M.
Did anyone enter prior to that?
No. But about 15 minutes later at 9:04 P.M., someone does.
(Beep)
Wait. Zoom in and freeze it.
(Keys clack, beep)
That's Anderson Cross.
Oh, my God. He's our killer.
This whole time it was Anderson Cross.
So Ted must've hacked into his system,
and he decided to take matters into his own hands.
(Scoffs) But that doesn't seem likely.
I mean, he really doesn't seem the type.
Castle, what are you talking about?
He lied to us. He told us he didn't know Ted,
and there he is at the crime scene.
We don't actually see him commit murder.
There's a number of entrances to that area,
but there's only one camera.
It just... may not be what it seems.
So, what? He just happened to be there
two hours after Ted hacked his company?
I'm... just saying that Anderson Cross is the killer?
It's just the obvious choice.
Well, that's usually what happens
when all the evidence points to a suspect.
We have to get him down here.
Pull up everything you can on his company.
(Typing)
- This makes no sense. - What?
It's gone. The site disappeared.
Actually, not just the site. Every trace of the company.
Find Anderson Cross now.
Who the hell is this guy?
He's obviously not a banker.
I know why he looks familiar.
- Where you going? - To check something.
(Line ringing)
(Whispers) Pick up, pick up.
(Man) Leave a message. (Beep)
(Buttons clicking)
- Hey, Castle. - Jeez!
Damn, bro. Why you so jumpy?
I'm... dude, I'm not. I'm just...
Well, you will be once you hear what we've found.
Come on.
(Clicking)
So, this guy, Anderson Cross,
is like a villain in one of your books.
His office was cleared out like he knew we were coming.
- There wasn't a trace of him? - Nothin'.
Even his receptionist.
She was hired from a temp agency.
Just started working yesterday. She doesn't know jack.
Neither did the building manager.
He said that Cross rented the place from him last month,
paid for a year's lease with a cashier's check.
So it's totally untraceable.
Yeah, whoever this guy is, he's in a different league.
And we've crossed paths before.
What do you mean?
Check this out.
Remember this guy?
Alexis's kidnapping last year.
Damn, that's right. Uh...
witnesses kept seeing him pop up
at locations associated with her abduction.
And at each one of those locations,
there was a dead body.
So I sent the video surveillance to a friend of mine
in the A.G.'s office, and he got a hit.
Now he couldn't get into details,
but he did say that this guy is a former C.I.A. operative.
Wait a minute. Former?
Yeah, he, uh, he was disowned
for an unauthorized assassination.
He was sentenced to life, broke out,
killed three guards in the process.
This guy's wanted by our government.
Now my friend said that the rumor is,
he's working as a hit man. And if we get eyes on him,
the A.G.'s office wants us to call them
so they can send in a strike team.
Why would a guy like this wanna kill Ted Rollins?
More than that, how are we gonna find a former spy?
He's spent a lifetime covering his tracks.
Yeah, but Ted hasn't.
And somehow they're connected.
So, we should see if Hansel left any breadcrumbs
towards our suspect. (Cell phone beeps)
We need to retrace every one of Ted's footsteps. (Clicking)
Our killer knew him well enough to know where he lived.
- I mean, they had to have had previous contact. - Okay.
Castle, did you ever see this man in Paris?
Not that I can remember.
Why don't you, um, text me those sketches?
I'll have, uh, Alexis come over. See if she recognizes him.
Do you want me to come along?
Uh, no. No, no. That's... I'll call you.
You okay?
Yeah.
So I'm coming up with a whole bunch of nothing. You?
Check it out.
It's a printout of Ted's metrocard.
Look how he got to Coney Island yesterday.
He swiped his card
at the 33rd and Park Avenue South station.
Probably took the 6 to the N train. So?
So look at his swipes for the past two weeks.
(Paper rustles)
He kept going back and forth to that subway stop
at 33rd and Park.
Exactly. And he didn't work, live, or know anyone
in that area.
- All right. Let's get up there and see what he was doing. - All right.
(Whirring) (Martha humming)
(Door closes)
(Continues humming)
(Whirring stops, switch clicks)
Oh! Richard, you're home early.
Care for a glass of liquefied heaven?
Good for your hair, good for your te...
Richard, what is it?
Of course, I believed him, because he's my father.
Well, especially after Paris. I mean, why wouldn't you?
But he used me... to stay ahead of the investigation,
to know when to make a run for it.
If he's innocent,
why didn't he show up at the park?
Richard, look...
the only thing we really know about him
is that we don't know him.
Me? I had one night with him. You? A day in Paris.
Lean on the people you trust.
Call Katherine.
Tell her what's going on.
(Knock on door)
I'll get that.
And what if he's telling the truth?
What if he isn't?
(Gasps)
Hello, Martha.
It's been a while, huh?
What the hell are you doing here?
Sorry to miss our meeting,
but, uh, I was a little busy getting shot.
Oh, my God! Come in.
(Martha groans)
You look good.
Yeah, well, you've looked better.
Oh!
Sorry.
Okay, I boiled everything just like you said.
(Clatter)
But I have to warn you, my only other experience
with surgery involved a board game
and a guy whose nose lit up when I made a mistake.
Did you bring the booze?
Yeah. No, right here.
You want something to dull the pain?
No, I want you to steady your nerves.
Take a swig.
(Whispers) Good idea.
(Liquor sloshes) (Whispers) Okay.
(Groans)
Okay, now, make an incision through the wound
about an inch long.
Here you go.
Okay.
About an inch.
(Inhales sharply)
- Okay. - Oh.
All right, now here comes the fun part.
Carefully, and I do mean carefully, pull the slug out.
But do me a favor.
Try not to make my nose light up, huh?
(Chuckles lightly) Right.
(Whispers) Okay.
(Squishing)
(Groans)
I think I have it.
I got it.
- Oh! - I don't got it. Sorry.
Careful, Richard.
Now that you know how not to do it,
let's try the other way.
(Whispering) Yeah, right.
(Whispers) - Okay, let me just get you here. - Thank you.
(Groans) Okay.
(Groans)
(Squishing)
(Grunts) I think I have it.
(Groans) All right...
I think I... (Gasps)
- I have it. - Bravo!
Real good.
(Chuckles) - There we go. - Oh, we go.
Martha, hand me the needle and thread.
Uh... okay, here it is.
And there we go.
All right, you've stitched yourself up before, I take it?
At least this time I got a needle.
Ah.
So, you wanna tell us how you got shot?
Not particularly.
What about the three guards you murdered
while escaping from prison... you wanna tell us about them?
Don't believe everything you read.
So you didn't kill 'em?
I work outside the system,
which means I need an effective cover.
Hired assassin, wanted by Uncle Sam...
opens a lot of doors. (Door opens in distance)
(Beckett) Castle? (Door closes)
(Whispers) Crap.
Hey, so I thought I'd see if Alexis remembers
anything more about the man from the sketches.
Yeah, about the man in the sketches, um...
something you should know about him.
What?
He's your future father-in-law.
Nice to see you again, Kate.
(Sighs) Katherine,
I wanna say this isn't what it looks like,
but it is.
- I was gonna tell you. I swear. - When?
After you patched him up? Sent him on his merry way?
He's wanted by the government. You are harboring a fugitive.
That's just his cover.
And you know that, how? Because he told you?
Because of Paris. And because he's my father.
He is not your father.
He made that choice a long time ago.
This man is my suspect.
Now you know what I have to do, right?
Boy, she is a spitfire, this one.
I'm glad we're on the same side.
Who says we're on the same side?
I'm sorry. He wouldn't stay put.
- Richard, I need your laptop. Now. - Right.
No. The only thing that you are getting
is a ride to my precinct in handcuffs.
You're not gonna arrest me.
Really? Why?
Because you want answers.
And if you take me in, you're not gonna get any.
The feds will swoop in. You won't have anything,
and I'll have lost valuable time.
You want Ted's killer? So do I.
There's a hell of a lot more at stake here than murder.
Then you're gonna have to tell me what it is.
There was a massive breach at the C.I.A.
Someone hacked the files containing the identities
of our deep cover operatives.
Do you know who?
No. But it was an inside job at the highest level.
That's why they called me. Because I'm outside.
My orders were to find the mole and recover the files.
What does any of this have to do with Ted?
Ted was one of my best guys.
I recruited him to help me find Gemini.
Gemini?
Code name for the mole.
He was planning on selling the D.C.O. lists.
But we couldn't find him.
If these files get out,
the consequences will be very real.
Then yesterday we had a breakthrough.
Ted identified the buyer and he signaled me to meet
so he could tell me who it was.
But, uh...
But Gemini got there first.
He killed Ted.
Leaving me S.O.L.,
until you told me about the Iranian rial.
- You... you told him about the rial? - I...
Ted left that as a fail-safe message...
about the buyer.
Right, it's old school spycraft.
But Gemini knows all the old tricks,
so he took that coin to throw you off his scent.
Yeah, once I found out the Iranians were involved,
I traced Ted's trail back to an apartment
on East 38th street across from the Iranian mission.
Only Gemini got there ahead of me.
And he ambushed you?
From a rooftop across the way.
Soon as I opened the door, all hell broke loose.
But... (Chuckles) I'm good at hell.
I made my way back to the car, but he was right on my tail.
I had to drive into the East River
just to get away from him.
Look, this is an incredible story,
and I can see where Castle gets his talent,
but it doesn't mean that any of what you said is true.
You don't believe me?
Mnh-mnh.
Turn on the news.
A high-speed car chase rocked the neighborhood of Murray Hill
just hours ago.
According to multiple reports, the pursuit began with gunshots
at an apartment on East 38th street
where two unidentified men were involved in a gun battle.
That doesn't prove anything.
(Cell phone rings)
(Cell phone beeps) Beckett.
(Camera shutter clicking) So, whatever our boy Ted was into,
it's all some crazy-ass spy stuff.
What makes you say that?
Well, you heard about that car chase in Murray Hill?
Well, we're at the epicenter.
It's a shot-up apartment at 38th and 3rd.
It's where it all started.
According to the super,
Ted Rollins rented this place two weeks ago.
By the looks of the equipment, he was hacking.
- Hacking who? - I don't know.
He's got a pretty sophisticated wi-fi sniffer here.
So, must've been intercepting Internet traffic from someone.
(Under breath) The Iranian mission
across the street.
What exactly did Ted intercept?
I don't know.
Someone stole the hard drive.
Can I borrow your laptop now?
(Typing)
These are communications to and from the Iranian mission.
Yep.
That's incredibly illegal.
Yep.
Okay, here. Ted flagged this one.
It's an anonymous e-mail from Izad Larjani.
He's part of Vevak... Iran's C.I.A.
"F.C. payment received. Central Library reading room."
"Tomorrow 5:00 P.M. Network name: Kingfish."
This was sent yesterday.
Which means it's going down today.
He's sending the D.C.O. list over a secured wi-fi connection
in... roughly 30 minutes.
(Typing) Central Library's a perfect location...
It's public. Uh, there's lots of people on laptops.
Gemini never has to meet with his buyer face to face.
Wi-fi signals max out at about 200 feet indoors.
He and the buyer will have to be in the building
at the same time.
Given everything that's happened,
why would he still go through with the exchange?
"F.C." means "final communication."
All links have been severed.
If Gemini pulls out, he has no way to tell his buyer.
He will do anything in his power
to make the transfer.
I gotta go. I gotta stop this.
Well, are you crazy?!
We just pulled a bullet out of you.
Can't you call someone?
This mission does not exist. I don't exist.
There's no one to call.
Don't you have back-up?
I am the back-up.
- You're in no condition... - You don't understand!
This list cannot get out into the open.
Then we'll go.
Castle's right. You are in no condition.
And if we stop him, then we all get what we want.
Let's run this just so we know we're all on the same page.
Richard, what do you do?
As soon as the Kingfish network goes online, I log in,
I download the list.
- You don't just log in. You gotta be first. - Right.
Why does he have to be first?
Because it locks out the Iranians
from downloading the list.
Right. And while Castle's downloading,
I'll track the signal using the wi-fi analyzer
on my phone.
You could find a spy on your phone?
Mother, there's an app for everything now.
Now, Kate, remember,
if you don't have a tactical advantage,
just get eyes on him. He's C.I.A.
If you can describe him, I can find him.
Okay. It's almost 5:00. We should go.
Richard, this means a lot, kid.
Thanks.
- Martha, I'm gonna need you... - I know.
- He's not going anywhere. (Whispers) - Okay.
If anything happens to them...
He's a smart kid.
And she's good at what she does.
No, they'll be fine.
I promise.
Forgive me,
but your promises don't mean very much.
Gemini could be any one of these people.
Right.
Scanning for wi-fi signals.
(Beep)
I don't see Kingfish.
Maybe we're too late.
(Playing single notes)
You still play?
No, not so much anymore.
A shame. You were good.
Hmm.
That was hell of a night.
Hell of a night.
You remember the song you played?
"My funny Valentine."
(Whispers) It was a long time ago.
(Groans)
Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh.
You need to lie down.
- All right, I am calling an ambulance for you. - No, no, no.
No, it's just... my blood sugar's low.
You got any juice?
Uh, yes.
5:04. We blew it.
Did we? Or did we just get played?
Look, Castle, I know he's your father.
What if there's an ulterior motive to all of this?
(Computer chines)
Kingfish is online. Go.
(Typing) All right.
Okay.
"T," hashtag, less than, "l."
- Uppercase "L." - Oh. Capital "L."
We gotta get online before the buyer. Come on.
(Beeps)
I'm in.
Downloading the file at slowest speed possible.
That gives you less than three minutes.
Okay, you stay here.
You tell me how much time I have.
(Cell phone beeps, auto-dials)
(Line ringing)
(Beep) Can you hear me?
Yeah.
- I can hear you. - Signal's getting stronger.
You've got 2 minutes, 40 seconds left.
Oh, no.
- You've got under two minutes. - Okay, Castle,
I'm at the stairs and the signal's gotten weak again.
Did I pass him?
Wait a minute.
Wait. We are demonstrating two-dimensional thinking here.
Like Khan in "Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan."
Khan didn't realize that the Enterprise was below him.
Right. So if we are the Enterprise,
that means Gemini is...
- Is above us. - Exactly.
(Cell phone chimes) Oh.
Oh, this is so not the time, mother.
(Beep)
(Breathing heavily)
A minute 15 left.
Castle, I'm in the book stacks.
I'm close.
All right, less than a minute. Be careful.
(Cell phone chimes)
(Whispers loudly) Mom! (Beep)
Do you see him? Is he there?
Beckett.
Oh, no.
What?
(Sighs) Castle.
He set up some kind of a relay system.
Gemini could be anywhere.
What?! (Computer chimes)
- Hang on. Something is wrong. - What?
Well, the download is complete.
But this is... this is not a C.I.A. list.
This is... this is a phone book.
- Richard Castle. Wow. (Chuckles) - Castle...
I'm so sorry to bother you, sir,
but I'm, like, your number one fan.
Can I get an autograph?
Actually, this is really not a good time. (Cocks gun)
What are you talking about?
Castle?
(Beep)
Castle, are you there?
That was you at the park, wasn't it?
Dressed as a homeless guy?
You're Gemini.
Let's go. Nice and quiet.
(Thuds)
Man who sent you... who is he?
Look, I don't know what you're talking about.
I saw you in the park with him. Is he C.I.A.?
The phone book.
You knew not to send the real list
because you were trying to draw him into the open.
That's right.
Looks like he was smart enough to send someone expendable.
All right, mystery writer. Tell me a story.
Who's your handler?
What's his name? Where is he?
Why should I tell you?
You're just gonna kill me anyway.
Yeah. But I can slow, or I can kill you fast.
It's up to you.
(Clatter)
(Groaning) Aah!
Aah! Uhh!
Aah.
(Groans)
You all right?
Me? You... you're the one who was shot.
Wasn't the first time.
- I'll go call an ambulance. - Don't bother.
No! No, no, wait.
(Silenced gunshot)
Wha... why would you do that?
That was the mission. That's what I do.
H... how did you even find me?
Your left coat pocket.
Wha... what is this? Some kind of G.P.S. locator?
How did you...
The hug.
You slipped this on me.
I needed to keep tabs on you.
Yeah, to use me as bait. (Clatters)
Well, after the shoot-out at the apartment,
I knew I was blown.
But I still had to recover this list.
So, to keep the upper hand, you let Beckett and me
walk into a trap. We could've been killed.
I would never let anything happen to you two.
The way you never let anything happen to Ted?
There are reasons I have to do what I do, Richard.
- One day you'll understand. - Hmm?
Now get Beckett. Let her know we have her killer.
(Grunts) Castle, what happened?
- Come on. Gemini's down here. (Whispers) - Okay.
No. No, no, no, no. He was here.
He was here just a minute ago.
Of course he took the body.
(Whispers) Yeah. (Breathing heavily)
But left Gemini's weapon.
That gun was a ballistics match to the one that killed Ted.
It's registered to...
Tony Blaine.
We searched his place.
Found clothes that tested positive for Ted's blood.
- Blaine's definitely our killer. - But who is he?
He's a researcher at a government think tank.
Yeah, but what a researcher at a government think tank
is doing involved in all this, we have no idea.
Yeah, we may never know.
Well, hold on. We've got a B.O.L.O. out on him
and we're monitoring his credit cards.
- We'll find him. - And when we do, maybe he can tell us
who this Anderson Cross is.
Yeah, maybe.
All right, great job, guys.
Thanks.
Well, it looks like the C.I.A. wrapped all this up
in a neat package.
Yeah, with a bow courtesy of my father.
At least Ted's killer was brought to justice,
you know, in a... in a way.
But Blaine killed Ted
but left his body at Coney Island.
It was my father that moved the body.
Now he could've put it anywhere,
but he took it to Ted's apartment.
Do you know why?
To bring him into our jurisdiction.
He wanted us to catch the case
so he could work me for information.
Well, maybe he was just looking for a reason
to see you again, and this was his way.
I keep making the mistake of thinking he's family.
But he's not.
You are.
September.
What?
We're getting married in September.
It won't be too hot. It won't be too cold.
It's in the goldilocks zone. It's perfect.
Wait, wait, Castle. What about your book tour?
Screw it. (Kisses)
September.
(Whispers) Okay.
Hello, mother.
How are you?
Well, that was fun. What a day.
(Sighs) You know, for years I wondered if your father
was the one who got away.
Well, now, I finally know.
He was never worth your time.
Oh, yes, he was.
First time I met him,
he gave me the greatest gift of my life... you.
And now after all these years, he's given me another one.
Closure.
So... what about you, kiddo?
How are you?
(Inhales deeply) I don't know.
(Exhales deeply) Think we'll ever see him again?
I wish I knew.
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