08x14 - The G.D.S.

[bunniefuu]

Taylor: Yep,
proper footwear is the key.

This place is 62 acres.

We walk it three times a night.

You do that
with poor arch support,

[chuckles]
You're a dead man. Y...

Is that blood?

Yeah.

And it leads to that grave.

This is a joke, right?
Haze the new guy.

Oh, my god.

Oh, man.



♪♪

♪ gotta get up ♪

♪ listen to me ♪

♪ clappa your hands ♪

♪ stompa your feet ♪

♪ stompa your feet ♪

So, there will be time
to hit the beach

while we're in L.A.,
right?

No, we're here
to learn about my missing time,

not work on your tan.

Oh, give me a little credit,
dad.

I'm not that shallow.

We were hoping to scope out
some quality man candy.

Mm.
Surfers are hot.



Mm.

You are a bad influence.

Thank you.

That's not a c...
never mind.

Look, Koreatown's
about 20 minutes away.

The restaurant I was in

is not gonna be open
for another few hours,

giving us plenty of time
to settle in.

Hi.
Richard Castle.

Later.
Hmm?

Reservation for...

Hmm, not too shabby.

Glad you like it,

'cause this
is going to be home base.

And you are going
to be running it

while Hayley and I
hit the streets.

Wait. That's not fair.
Too bad.

We don't know
what we're gonna find here.

I was sh*t while I was missing,
remember?

That could have happened
in L.A.

Your father's right.

Until we get more information,

we have to proceed with caution.

Look on the bright side.

There are worse places
to be trapped

than a five-star hotel
with room service.

[ Knock on door ]
[ Chuckles ]

Mr. Castle,
we've got your luggage.

Great. Just, uh,
put it right in there for me.

Mm.

On second thought,
I'm good here.

Maybe I'll wait with you.

What's this?

Messenger dropped that off
for you a few minutes ago.

Thank you.

Alexis: Who's it from?

I'm not sure.

[ Paper tearing ]

"Mr. Castle,
your services are required.

A body has been found at
the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

The LAPD needs your help."

And it's signed "The GDS."

Who's GDS?

The Greatest Detective Society.

What's that?

It's the Greatest
Detective Society.

It... it's a legendary
organization.

Rumor has it

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
was a secret member.

And... it's a myth.

It... it's a fairy tale
old PI's tell rookies

to get them to do the scut work.

Said the detective
that didn't get an invitation.

All right, real or not,

we're here to investigate
your missing time, dad.

Not a m*rder.

Right,
but the restaurant doesn't open

for another couple hours.

Hollywood Forever Cemetery
is on the way.

Can't hurt to take a look,
right?

[ Siren wails ]

How are we gonna get in there?

I've got it.
You create a diversion.

Uh, excuse me.

Hello?
Excuse me.

Hey.
Excuse me.

Looking for Detective Menendez.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]
He's, uh, with the M.E.

Thank you.

Kurt!

Hey.

Hayley.

I did not know you were in town.

Yeah.
We just got in from New York.

This is Richard Castle.

Kurt Menendez...
Major Crimes Division.

Great to meet you.
Likewise.

Doing a little
grisly sightseeing?

Uh, no pleasure this time,
just business.

What kind of business?

Oh, come on, Kurt.

You know the drill... client
confidentiality and all that.

But anything we find,
we'll share with you.

I've heard that one before.

Yes, but any failures on my part

have always been remedied
with the finest single malt.

So, what do you say?

Will you let us in
for a little look-see?

[ Sighs ]
Yes?

Sure. Come on.
Thank you.

Thanks.

Our victim's name
is Phillip Harris.

A local private investigator.

M.E. said he was k*lled
around midnight...

Throat cut.

And then the k*ller
took out his heart.

Done with surgical precision?

Not particularly.

So, New York, huh?

Yeah.
Just flew in this morning.

That's funny, because our victim

just flew back from New York
yesterday morning.

I left word
for a sister who lives there.

Crazy coincidence.

You know, I work very closely

with the 12th Precinct
in New York.

Detectives Ryan and Esposito.

They could talk
to Harris' sister for you,

maybe run down
any New York clues.

Okay, thanks.
I'll give them a call.

Excuse me.

Tell them I said hi.
They love me.

Ryan: Castle?

He's a giant pain in the ass,
but he's good people.

Okay.

Uh, yeah, sure.
We'll help.

We'll interview Harris' sister,
Veronica.

Yeah, why don't you send us
a copy of the m*rder book, okay?

Thanks.

I need a favor,
but you can't tell Javi.

[ Laughs ] I don't know
if I'm comfortable with that.

It's not bad.

It's just...

I met a guy.
I like him.

And I want you to run
a background check on him.

Romantic.
Seriously.

In this day and age,
you can't trust anyone.

I don't want to fall for the guy

and then discover
he's got a thing

for putting the lotion
in the basket.

Okay.
I'll, uh, check it out.

Check what out?

Uh, this, uh...

this rash that I have.

Yeah, I wanted to get
Lanie's medical opinion on it.

Too much information, bro.

Yeah, that's what I said.
Later, boys.

Castle:
First thing we need to do

is figure out what case
Phillip Harris was working on.

Odds are,
that's what got him k*lled.

Look, I love a gruesome m*rder
as much as the next girl,

but we don't have a client.

And impressing that
ridiculous detective society

isn't exactly
on the top of my list.

Well, it's on mine.

But first,
let's see if anyone knows

what I was doing here
a year and a half ago.

♪♪

Yeah. This is
definitely the place.

Andrew: Two for lunch?

[ Shouting in Korean ]

The watch.

Richard.
What's going on?

You were here 18 months ago.

Uh, yeah.
It's my place. So?

Do you recognize him?

No, should I?

Uh, I was here about, um...

[ Speaks Korean ]

I was here
about a year and a half ago.

Something happened.
You yelled at me.

Oh, you're the guy
with the watch.

What watch?

You... you couldn't pay.

And then I was gonna
call the cops on you.

And then, uh, you... you gave me
your watch to hold onto.

Said you were gonna come back
for it, but you never came.

Was I with anybody?
Uh, no.

Did I talk to anybody?

Did I tell you where I'd been
or where I was going?

No. You, uh, just ate,
and then you left.

Uh, gave me your watch first.

Do you still have the watch?

Best wingman I ever had.

That does not look familiar.

And it's a knock-off.

But it's the freshest clue
we have.

I'll buy it back from you.

Sure.

My brother was right.

Right about what?

The Phantom.

A serial k*ller
Phillip was hunting.

He stumbled onto it
working a missing-persons case.

We haven't heard of any active
serials nicknamed The Phantom.

That's why Phillip
called him The Phantom...

because no one has any idea
that he exists.

According to Phillip,
The Phantom had been

k*lling people
in Los Angeles and New York

for the last several years.

A bicoastal serial k*ller?

Right before Phillip
flew back to L.A.,

he told me that
he'd had a break in the case,

that he was close
to identifying The Phantom.

He must have gotten too close
to the truth.

I pulled autopsy reports on
The Phantom's alleged victims.

Total of seven...
Four in L.A., three in New York.

All seven were k*lled
with a Kn*fe.

Any pattern besides the Kn*fe?

No. The victims
are all over the map.

Four men, three women.
Different ethnicities and ages.

Each of the victims
had something removed...

An ear, an eye, a finger.

Why?
What's the significance of that?

There is none.

And because of the randomness,

no one was able
to connect the murders.

Until Phillip Harris, of course.

So Phillip was right.

A serial k*ller's been hunting

in L.A. and New York
for three years

completely under the radar.

All this way for a dead end.

Oh, it might be for the best.
Ignorance is bliss.

No, ignorance is hell.

Mr. Castle.

The GDS is requesting
my presence at headquarters.

This must mean
I passed their test

and they want me
to join their ranks.

I hate to burst
your fanboy bubble,

but how do you know
this is on the up-and-up?

Is this
on the up-and-up?

Yes, sir.

What are you doing?

Watching your back.

Oh.

Uh, we have...

Hello.

Mr. Castle, Ms. Shipton.
[ Door closes ]

It's a pleasure
to meet both of you.

I'm Mason Wood.

What a pleasure.

I cannot even believe I'm here.

This is a dream come true.

That's very kind of you to say.

Our society
has a long and rich history,

and our membership expands
every continent,

save Antarctica.

Not too many murders there.

No. No.
[ Chuckles ]

Although, I did find
a lost Chinese treasure ship

hidden in an iceberg...
2007.

Now, I hate to do this,

but I need to speak
to Mr. Castle alone.

I'm sure you understand,
Ms. Shipton.

No.

I can stay here,
if that's what you mean.

Excellent.
This way.

Ooh.

As you can see, we have
assembled a few of our members.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

I know you.

You were at the crime scene.

You're a cop.

No, but I wear the hell
out of a uniform.

This is Kendall Frost.

She's a private detective
based out of San Francisco.

I'm afraid
I'm a little confused.

What exactly are we doing here?

Phillip Harris
was a member of our society.

His death is a tragedy.

But it is also an opportunity
for you or Ms. Frost.

Phillip's death has left
an opening in our ranks.

Whichever one of you solves
his m*rder will be invited in.

Phillip Harris was right.
[ Door closes ]

There is a phantom serial k*ller

murdering people on both coasts.

That's clever.

Splitting up his hunting ground

kept everyone
from knowing his existence.

Did the boys get any leads?
Just one.

His sister said
that Phillip Harris

was working undercover
at Zenith Studios.

Alexis:
Oh, they're the ones

that ruined
the Nikki Heat movie franchise.

Not ruined...
Destroyed, terminated,

extirpated,
vaporized, eviscerated.

Do you plan on running through
the full thesaurus?

No.
I think that'll about do it.

Anyway, Phillip thought

someone at Zenith Studios
was The Phantom.

Makes sense.

Plenty of people
connected with the film industry

are bicoastal.

Directors, producers,
cinematographers...

And actors, who are all
borderline sociopaths,

by the way.

Don't have to tell me.

Hey, did anyone at Zenith

know that Phillip
was working there undercover?

Just one... head of the studio.

Ah.
Let's go talk to him.

Thank you.

I am so going to get that spot

in the Greatest Detective
Society.

I mean, there's no way
Kendall has access

to the kind of details
that I have.

Oh, don't get cocky, Rick. You
haven't solved the m*rder yet.

Hide me.
What?

How?

Rick Castle.

Oh, hi, Courtney.

Hey. I'm Courtney.

Hayley.
So, what's going on?

You guys have a beef
or something?

Me and Rick?
Yeah.

No. No way.
We're buds.

Oh.
Buds?

Last time I saw you,

you tried to run me down
with a golf cart

'cause I wouldn't let you get
cast in the Nikki Heat movie.

But what I didn't know then,
which I do now,

was that your movie was gonna be

quite possibly
the worst movie ever made.

Not being cast in your movie

was the best thing that could
have happened to my career.

[ Sighs ]

So thanks.
Let's do lunch some time.

Nice meeting you.
Yeah.

Say hi to Brandon.

Can you believe her?
Worst movie ever made?

Yeah, I can believe her.
It was a terrible film.

Well, that was all thanks

to this really obtuse
studio executive.

What the hell was his name?

Trevor Nigel.

And you must be Richard Castle.

Yes.
We've only ever talked on the phone.

Yeah. Nice to finally put a face
to all those notes.

Thank you so much for seeing us
without an appointment.

Are you kidding me?

This is fate.
I'm serious, Rick.

Your name literally just came up

in our last
story-development meeting.

It did?

Now, look, I know this studio

did a poor job
producing Heat Wave,

but believe me,
I fought for your vision.

And now that
I am running the studio,

it is time to get back
in the Richard Castle business.

Oh, uh, well, thank you.
I'm flattered.

[ Cellphone chiming ] But we're
not actually here about my books.

We're actually looking into
the m*rder of Phillip Harris.

Yes, I heard about that.
It was shocking.

Phil was a great guy.

He saved my ass
a couple of years ago.

Got photos of my ex

having an affair
with our personal psychic.

Oh.
Saved me millions.

[ Chiming continues ]
So, Phillip's sister told us

that you gave him permission

to go undercover
here at the studio.

Yes. Phil said
he was working a new case.

He asked for a favor.
I owed him one, so I said okay.

Who was he investigating?

He wanted access
to Austin Elektra.

The movie director?

Yeah.
sh**ting a film over on 1.

"Gladiators."

It's gonna make a billion
in China.

Oh, h-hold on.

You don't think that Austin

had something to do
with Phil's m*rder?

Was Austin filming last night?

He was supposed to.

But for some reason,

he shut down production early
and took off.

About what time
did he leave the lot?

I heard around 11:00.
Why?

Giving him lots of time
to get to that cemetery.

Where do we find stage 1?

You work out?

[ Bell ringing ]

Hayley: Oh, look.
There's Austin.

So, how do you want
to play this?

Well, if he did
k*ll Phillip Harris,

he's bound to be on guard,
so we can't let him know

that we are looking at him
as a suspect.

Kendall?!

Oh, she's good.
[ Chuckles ]

How did she get onto Austin
so quick?

We're done for.

She's already got him wrapped
around her skinny, little finger.

Don't say I never
did anything for you.

There you are, darling.

Mm.

So, who's our new friend?

Babe, this is Austin Elektra.

Hi.
Hi.

So, I just invited your
girlfriend up to my place later.

Ready to rehearse.

You're more than welcome to join
if you want.

Oh, that sounds naughty.

I love naughty.

Ready to rehearse.

Got to go.

See you ladies tonight.

Absolutely.

Are you kidding me with this?

Oh, come on, sweetie.

All's fair in love
and m*rder investigations.

What, do you think
this is a game?

As hot as it would be
to see you two fight...

Especially after that kiss...

We need to work together
on this.

It is in all our best interests.

All right.
We'll work together.

For now.

Wow.

This is actually
gonna work out great.

While you and Kendall
keep Austin distracted,

I'll search his house for proof
that he's The Phantom.

Membership in the GDS
is as good as mine.

Oh, yay for you.

What's wrong?
[ Sighs ]

Was it the kiss with Kendall?
Was it... too much tongue?

N...
Not enough tongue?

N... well, not enough.

No, Kendall was right.
This is not a game.

If Austin Elektra
is in fact The Phantom,

then we are walking right into
the lair of a serial k*ller.

I'm sorry.

Repeat everything you said
after "not enough."

Oh, god help us.

♪♪

[ Computer beeps ]

Esposito: Hey, Kev.

Hey!
Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

What's up, partner?

Castle and Hayley
might be onto something.

Turns out that movie director
was in New York

during two
of The Phantom's murders.

What about the third?

Based on financials,

there's no indication
of where Austin was.

Which means
he could have been here

committing that third
New York homicide.

This could be our guy.

Yeah, I'm gonna keep digging.

Oh, and, uh...

[ Computer beeps ]

...what is this, bro?

What are you hiding from me,

and who is Tyler Ross,

and why are you running
a background check on him?

Tyler's nobody.

Um, well, you see, um...
Okay, Jenny a-and I,

we're looking
to have a new nanny.

Or in Tyler's case,
a... a Manny.

[ Laughs ]

What?
Yeah.

[ Both chuckle ]

Stop it.

You're, like,
the worst liar ever.

Who is this guy?

He's Lanie's new boyfriend.

She wanted me to check him out
but not to tell you.

You know what this means, right?

We... are gonna have some fun
at Lanie's expense.

Hey, Lanie.

I got your text.

And I've got
your m*rder w*apon...

A picture of it, anyway.

I used the autopsies
of The Phantom's victims

to generate this.

Ryan: Hmm.

Those serrations near the base
are pretty distinctive.

Exactly.

Find the Kn*fe...

Find the k*ller.
Nice work.

So, how's the background check
going?

Oh, pretty good so far.

I don't like the sound of that.

No, t-there's... there's
nothing to worry about...

Y-yet.

It's... it's just a rumor.

Let's hear it.

Okay.
He's got a thing about...

Clowns.

That's okay. Lots of people
are afraid of clowns.

Oh, no, no.
He's not afraid of them.

He likes them.

Like a fetish?

[ Sighs ]
Oh, good lord.

I-I haven't
verified it yet.

I still have to speak
with one of his exes.

Okay.
Keep me posted, will you?

Ryan, that is excellent.
Thank you.

Now, just hold off on giving it
to LAPD just until morning.

We have a plan
to expose who's behind this.

[ Sighs ]
Or get ourselves k*lled.

Having second thoughts?

About having a ménage

with a trophy-taking
serial k*ller?

No!
What could possibly go wrong?

Look, this the m*rder w*apon.

All you have to do
is distract Austin long enough

for me to find this Kn*fe.

Let's just hope we don't find it
in one of our backs.

Right.

[ Alarm beeping ]
Oh.

Castle: Wow.

Ooh.

Sorry.

I was setting up

a few counter-surveillance
precautions.

You think we're being bugged?

[ Beeping stops ]

We aren't sure
exactly what or who

we're looking for out here,

so I figured, we can't
be sure who's looking for us.

So, what tripped the alarm?

Maybe the sensor's
turned up too high.

[ Beeps, whirring ]

[ Beeping ]
Ah, ha ha ha.

I'll be damned.

Looks like this watch
is good for something

other than taking care of checks
at Korean restaurants.

Mm.

[ Sighs ]

Hello.

Someone has hard-wired
a GPS transmitter

to the watch's battery.

You think it's CIA,

left over
from my Thailand mission?

Possible.
Doubt we'll ever know for sure.

Can't we track down
where it was purchased?

No. I'm afraid this
transmitter's incredibly common,

which makes tracking it
almost impossible.

But we have to try, right?

I mean, it's why we're here.
[ Knock on door ]

Kendall. Wow.

You certainly
have baited the hook.

I had to,

especially considering

it's gonna be
two against one tonight.

What are you talking about?

Come on, Rick.

I know you're gonna sneak into
Austin's house to look for evidence

while Hayley and I distract him.

I'm no fool,
but you are if you think

your little plan
will work without these.

Schematics
to Austin Elektra's house.

Where'd you get those?

Don't worry your pretty,
little head about that.

Pretty?

While Hayley and I
distract Austin,

you need to look for this.

It's a false wall.

A secret room.

That would be the perfect place
for Austin to hide

the grisly trophies
he takes from his victims.

Exactly.

Now, if you find evidence
that Austin is the k*ller,

I get equal credit.

No double-crosses.

Deal.

That way, Mason Wood
has to make both of us

members of the society.

Let's go.

Hold on.
Is that what you're wearing?

Yes.
No.

Deciding between
something I brought

and something
that Rick's about to buy me.

I think I know the direction
you'll be leaning in.

Oh.

You really do deserve to be in
the Greatest Detective Society.

♪♪

Austin: Wow.

Come in, come in.

Let's get some drinks in you.

Ooh.

♪♪

Here you go.

Ooh.

A little something
to loosen your inhibitions.

Oh, don't worry.
We're plenty loose already.

Not after I've tied you up.

Oh.

So, who's first?

Uh...

[ Chuckles ]

♪♪

Um...

Tell you what.

Uh, why don't you let me
tie you up first?

Then how am I
gonna be able to do

all the terrible things
that I've got planned for you?

[ Laughs ] Oh, I'm sure
you'll figure something out.

[ Chuckling ]
Isn't that right, Kendall?

Kendall...
Kendall?

Damn it.

She's gonna miss all the fun.

[ Grunts ]

You've been had.

That dirty little...

♪♪

[ Chuckles ]

I'm getting tired
of chasing you.

Well, there's no rule against
taking a short break.

[ Laughs ]

[ Alarm blaring ]

What the hell?

Hey, where's your friend?

Huh?

Castle:
Thought we had a deal.

No more double-crosses.

Sorry, Ricky,
but I am going to be the one

to take those trophies in.

Castle: Well,
good luck with that,

because I'm looking
for a m*rder w*apon.

It's a unique blade,

but I guess
you wouldn't know that.

You're lying.
No.

And here it is.

Okay, great.

We'll take it in together.

Like you said,
we have a deal, right?

Oh, so now the deal's back on?

Austin: Drop the Kn*fe!

Austin,
the police know we're here.

If you k*ll us,
they will catch you.

I'm not gonna k*ll you.

Then why are you holding us
at gunpoint?

Because you're robbing me?

We're not robbing you.

We're getting evidence
that you are a serial k*ller.

Like this Kn*fe,
which as been used

in seven ritualistic murders.

What are you talking about?

I-I'm not a serial k*ller.
I'm a film director.

And that is a prop from a horror
movie I sh*t two years ago.

Well, prop or not,

this Kn*fe matches
our victims' wounds exactly.

There were five identical knives
made for that film,

which means there are four
others out there just like it.

Maybe you should be looking
for one of those.

But you were in New York
for three of those murders.

So were 8 million other people,
including my assistant,

who can prove my whereabouts
at all times.

Now get the hell
out of my house!

Do you think you could...
Hey.

Okay.

Well, the director
was telling the truth.

His alibis check out
for all three New York murders.

Then we need to track down

all the knives that were made
for that horror movie.

Yeah.
Clearly one of them

was used to commit
all seven murders.

There were eight.

W-what are you
talking about?

I discovered
a fourth New York victim...

A man by the name of Pat Crews.

Are you sure?

Phillip Harris
only knew about three.

There's a reason
he missed this one.

Because this m*rder took place

on the same day The Phantom
k*lled a woman in Los Angeles.

But how can that be?

Unless...

There are two serial K*llers,

one on each coast.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Groans ]
Who is that?

Castle: I don't know.

Whoever it is,
I hope they brought coffee.

Detective Menendez.

You know...
Please come in.

...I expect
to be screwed over

by an asshat that I don't know,

but not from one
who's supposed to be my friend.

I take it that you heard about
what happened

at Austin Elektra's house
last night.

You said
you'd keep me in the loop.

Look, we can explain.

Uh, Austin had a prop Kn*fe
that matched the m*rder w*apon.

And our lab tested it
this morning... it's clean.

Did you manage to track down

the other four knives
used in the movie?

Two of the knives are still
at the studio warehouse.

They came up clean, too.

And according
to the prop master...

Who alibied out, by the way...

The last two knives
went missing.

Well, Lanie discovered there are
two different murderers

operating on either coast
using identical weapons.

All we have to do...

Oh, whoa, whoa.
No, no, no.

T-there is no "we."
You two are done.

And if I catch either of you
working this case,

I'll have you both arrested
for obstruction.

No, no, no, no. Mm.

Hey, maybe a little single malt
scotch will smooth things over?

Go home.

Excuse me.

T-this just came for you,
Mr. Castle.

Oh.
Um... thanks.

Looks like Menendez
isn't the only one

unhappy about last night.

Mason wants to see
Kendall and me right away.

Good luck.

What's that?

This is payback.

Thanks for coming in.

Where is everyone else?

Their enthusiasm
for both of you waned

after the way you
conducted yourselves last night.

It was messy, boarish,
lacking the sophistication

we expect
from any potential member.

It was her fault.
It was his fault.

No, it was my fault,

thinking that either of you

could ever have filled
Phillip's shoes.

Mr. Wood, please.
Give me another chance.

No, give me another chance.

I will find Phillip's k*ller.

She won't. She's been two steps
behind me this whole time.

Behind you?

I got to Austin first.

And I got to the Kn*fe.

And although it wasn't
the actual m*rder w*apon,

thank you
to my contacts at the NYPD,

I have the address to the prop
master's cousin in San Pedro

who kept two of the last
prop knives for himself

as souvenirs.

You see?
I am close.

Okay.

And may the best detective win.

Don't worry. I will.

You realize
she picked your pocket.

Oh, yes.

Whose address
is on that piece of paper?

It's a casting director

my mother wanted
to have a meeting with.

Hmm.

Kendall is going to be mad
when she finds out.

Like I'm scared of her.

She is a master of Krav Maga.

And she is deadly with a sn*per
r*fle from a mile and a half.

Good luck.

I could not sleep last night.

I kept having nightmares

that I was sleeping
with Bozo the Clown.

Please tell me
you found out more.

Okay, relax.
I spoke with Tyler's ex.

He does not have a clown fetish.

[ Sighs ]

[ Exhales ] But...

But what?

But what, Ryan?
You better speak now.

His ex mentioned that he might
have a bit of a bad habit.

What kind of habit?

The kind
that requires rubber sheets.

He's a bed wetter?

Yo.

Detective Menendez just called.

According to the prop master,
those two knives went missing

on the last day of the sh**t.

Ohh.

He's got the studio

pulling drive-on logs
from that day.

He's gonna send us over a copy

so we can see
if any of the names

connect to one
of the New York murders.

Hey, you okay?

[ Chuckles ]

Damn, what'd you tell her?

Bed wetter.
[ Laughs ]

[ Sighs ]

This had better be important.

The masseuse was in the middle

of doing things
one only dreams of.

I was able to trace
the tracker in my dad's watch.

It was purchased
by a man named Malcolm McCabe.

Oh.

Born and raised in L.A.

Former army special forces.

Says here he's working overseas.

He has an aunt
that lives in Pasadena.

We should go talk to her,
see if she knows anything.

Sure, we could do that.

Or we could just pretend
you never found this.

Fine.

But my dad wants to know

what happened
during his missing time.

Of course he does.

But what happens
when your father starts

poking his nose
into this Malcolm fellow?

Hmm?

I mean, the guy is
former special forces.

God only knows what he's
doing for a living right now.

Isn't is safer for your father

to maybe not remember
what happened?

You should delete this.

You okay?

Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.

Why don't you head back
to the spa?

Don't have to tell me twice.

[ Sighs ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

Check this out.

I compared the drive-on list
from the studio

to people connected

to the fourth New York victim,
Pat Crews.

Any matches?
Yeah.

Crews was a writing teacher
at The New School.

One of his early students

is a successful screenwriter
named Jordan Keegan,

who now lives in New York

but happened to be
on the studio lot in L.A.

When the m*rder weapons
went missing.

Let's pick his ass up.

So, you're doing a news story
on my nephew Malcolm, huh?

Mm-hmm.
It's about w*r heroes.

Oh.

Look.
Isn't he handsome?

Oh, yeah.

But like I said,
he's out of the country.

His job keeps him really busy.

Let me get you his number, okay?

Thanks.
Be right back.

Uh, Ms. McCabe,
I have to go.

Thank you for your time.

♪♪

[ Gasps ]

Damn it, Alexis.
You're just like your old man.

You can't leave things alone.

Are you going to k*ll me?

What?

Why would you say that?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because you're connected
to my dad's missing time

and now you're hiding
in the back of my rental car.

Alexis, I would never hurt you.

This isn't what you think.

What the hell is your game,
Hayley?

Believe me,
you don't want to know.

Neither does your father.

Why not?

It's complicated.

Jordan Keegan?
We need to talk.

About what?

Well, your name came up
in a homicide.

This is the m*rder w*apon.

It's a prop
from a movie that you wrote.

So?

So, did you happen to keep one
as a souvenir?

Perhaps two?

One for yourself, one for your
partner out in Los Angeles?

What are you guys talking about?

We're talking about Pat Crews,
your old writing teacher.

He was k*lled with a Kn*fe
shaped exactly like that one.

Hey!

Drop it!

Help me!

Let her go, Jordan.
Stand back!

You got no where to go.
Drop the scissors.

Listen, fellas, I'm a writer,

so trust me when I say
if the villain surrenders,

oh, it's just so unsatisfying!

That's why they always
go out in style.

Just relax, Jordan.

Don't do anything stupid.

Stupid? Me?

How can you say that when
we've outsmarted you for years?

Who's "we"?
Who's your partner in L.A.?

A genius.

He believed in me.
Took my visions, made them real.

Give us a name, Jordan.

You'll never find him.

Ah!

[ g*nshots fire ]

[ Sobbing ]

Okay. No, I understand.
Thank you.

Hey.
[ Door closes ]

That was Ryan and Esposito.

They had to k*ll Jordan Keegan.

But they sent us digital copies
of Jordan's computer.

Now, I think we... and by "we",
I mean the two of you...

Might be able
to find something on there

that'll give us a lead to find
his west coast counterpart.

Rick, we need to talk.

About what?

I'll give you two the room.

[ Door closes ]

You remember when we first met?

How could I forget?

You sucker-punched me
in the face.

No.
No, we'd met before that.

A year and a half earlier,
to be precise.

You mean this whole time
you knew?

Who the hell are you?

I'm Hayley.
Didn't lie about that.

Technically,
I didn't lie about anything.

I misrepresented, sure,
but I-i didn't lie.

But why?

Because a year and a half ago,
you asked me to.

In fact, you begged.

I don't understand.

So ages ago, I did
some freelance work for MI-6,

and I met an American spy
on an op.

He was an older gentleman,
very handsome, smart as a whip.

My father.

Jackson Hunt.

Year and a half ago,
he calls me,

asks me to keep an eye out
on you here in L.A.

Said you were sticking your nose
where it didn't belong.

What did he say I was doing?

[ Sighs ] I didn't ask,
he didn't say.

But I do know that after
your two weeks in Thailand,

your undercover mission
for the CIA was over

and you were supposed
to go home.

But instead you went rogue
and you came to L.A.

To keep tabs on you,

I borrowed a GPS tracker
from a friend of mine, Malcolm.

And I placed it...

In my watch.
That was you.

Yeah, only you left it
in that Korean restaurant.

So I lost track of you.

And by the time I found you,
you'd been sh*t in the side.

Who sh*t me?

You wouldn't say.

You did mention
your CIA handler,

a guy named Jenkins.

You said that you were going
to go and ask him

to erase everything that
had happened to you here.

But that doesn't sound like me.

I'm curious by nature.
Why would I do that?

I have no clue,
but you were adamant.

And you made me promise
that if I ever met you again,

I'd never say any of this.

Well, that doesn't explain
why you stuck around,

why you agreed
to come work with me.

I'm fond of you, Rick,
and I adore your daughter.

And after a lifetime of caring
about nobody but myself,

I decided to stick around
and keep an eye on you two.

It's like
a Philip K. d*ck novel.

Wish I could go back in time

and tell myself
not to erase my memory.

Or you could trust that
you did it with good reason.

Maybe just let
your lost time go,

because if you keep looking,

if you keep searching
for that answer, well...

There's no telling what kind
of hell you'll unleash.

Dad?

What did Hayley tell you?

The truth.

Why did Hayley lie to us?

Because I asked her to.

It's complicated.

Can you trust her?

Yes.
Absolutely.

And you can, too.

But you can't trust me
with the truth?

Oh, hang on.

Alexis, that's not about trust.

I am your father.

And from the day
you came into this world,

it's been my job to protect you.

[ Sighs ]

So, what's our next move?

There is no next move.

We let sleeping dogs lie.

It's safer that way,
for everyone.

I'm really sorry to interrupt,
but I think I found something.

On Phillip's homicide?
Yeah.

I was going through
Jordan Keegan's computer files,

and I found
something interesting.

It's a screenplay.

Mm.

"Gemini K*llers."

Yeah, it's a dreadful story
about a serial-k*lling duo.

Not sure, but it might
give us some insight.

I've seen this before.

The script?

No, the... the notes
in the margins here...

This odd handwriting that...

I know who the k*ller is.

No, I cannot hold.
I...

[ Siren chirping ]
It's Trevor Nigel.

What... you're gonna
have to move that.

Trevor Nigel,
you're under arrest.

Excuse me?

We found the Kn*fe
that k*lled Phillip Harris.

Along with a rather ghastly
collection of human body parts.

I admit nothing.

Neither did your partner
before he was k*lled.

Jordan is dead?

He gave me up, didn't he?

I knew I should never have
partnered with a screenwriter.

No, Trevor.
You gave yourself up.

Back when
your studio was doing Heat Wave,

I gave you notes on that horrible
script you commissioned.

But you sent it back to me
with a handwritten note

detailing why
my ideas were stupid.

I never forget a bad review,

especially one with such
distinctive handwriting.

Hayley:
It's the same handwriting

on your serial k*ller partner's
screenplay.

Richard,
you're a pretty good writer,

but you should really
read Jordan's work,

because it is inspiring.

After I read his
"Gemini K*llers" screenplay,

I knew that I had found
a kindred spirit...

Someone with
the same desires as I had.

And his script laid out...

[ Handcuffs clicks ]
...The perfect plan for us to k*ll...

Ow!...
Without attracting suspicion.

Sadly,
he could never nail the end.

Well, we did,
and you've reached it.

Maybe you should do the rewrite.

Call my assistant
to set up a meeting.

Know what?
I'm good.

Besides, I think
your next picture's

gonna be a prison drama.

Hey, still pissed at me?
Yep.

Oh, come on.

I'll make it up to you
the next time I'm in town.

You better.

[ Doors close, engine starts ]

That was really cute.

Oh, stop it.

Kendall.

Ha... nice to see you.
How was San Pedro?

Wasn't too much traffic,
was there?

What freeway did you take?

Well played, Castle.

You b*at me, unfair and square.

All right.

Let's get this over with.

Where is she?
Her text said it was important.

I don't know.

Let's go, then.
Yeah.

♪♪

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey!
What'd you do that for?

I confronted Tyler
about his bed-wetting.

[ Laughs ]

Hey, hey, hey!
Look, we're sorry, okay?

It's far from okay.

We broke up.

Well, we'll talk to him.
We'll work it out.

No, I broke up with him.

After he denied
being a bed wetter,

he admitted
to having a fetish for...

Ooh,
let's just say it was nasty.

What do you mean, "nasty"?

Yeah, what kind of nasty things
was this dude into?

Get out of my morgue!

Losers!

The competition has ended.

Richard Castle, you have solved
the m*rder of Phillip Harris.

[ Applause ]

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

You're too kind.

You have proven yourself worthy,

and we, the members of
the Greatest Detective Society,

offer you a place at our table.

I'm humbled and flattered,

but I'm afraid I must decline.

What?

What are you doing?

This is a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity

to work
with the best of the best.

Not for me.

I already work with the greatest
detective in the world,

and I cannot wait
to get back home to her.

But, sir, you should seriously
consider Kendall for membership.

She is one hell of a detective

and sneaky
in all the right ways.

You're sure about this?

Absolutely, sir.

You just keep getting more and
more interesting, Mr. Castle.

I'm gonna have
to keep an eye on you.

♪♪

Hayley:
[ Sighs ] Okay.

Are you not packed?

I can't do it.

Pack you clothes?

Walk away.

Hayley, I need to know
what happened to me.

Okay, there's one last thing.

Just before you left
to get your memories erased,

you came to me
with one final request.

Like what kind of request?

That if you demanded
to know the truth,

I show you this.

What is this?

It's a, uh, secret website
on the dark web.

What's on it?

Not a clue.

You installed a password
that only you would know.

Called it
"Blair's Combination."

From a short story
I wrote when I was 17.

Never saw the light of day.

What was that combination?

4 left...

17 right...

21 left.

[ Beeps ]

I'll step out.

No, no.
You've, um...

You've earned
the right to see this.

Hey, there, buddy.
It's me.

And by "me," I mean you.

And if you are seeing this,
then you are an idiot,

because you are
trying to figure out

what happened to you
in Los Angeles.

What you discovered

about Bracken's partnership
with Loksat

is too dangerous to pursue.

Loksat?

I knew about Loksat?

I am barely living proof.

I was sh*t trying to figure out

where Loksat's plane
was landing tonight.

I barely escaped
without being identified.

I am erasing our mind
for a reason...

To protect Kate.

'Cause if she found out,
then she will die.

So do not tell her what
you discovered in Los Angeles,

for her sake.

Do you know what this means?

Yes.
You tracked Loksat.

If we can
cross-reference airports

and identify what airplane
landed the night you were sh*t,

then we have a real chance

of finding out
who Loksat really is.

No, no.

It means what happened
was my fault.

The murders
of Beckett's former AG team...

In trying to protect Beckett
from Loksat,

I inadvertently
sentenced them all to death.