06x12 - Deep Cover

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9-1-1. What's your emergency?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Do you need assistance?

Are you in danger?

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.

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.

A little unsolicited advice.

Do you give another kind?

In life,

there is no such thing
as a perfect time for anything.

I'm sorry, that's advice how?

Don't wait!

Hell, just go down
to city hall right now.

You love each other.
Stop talking about it.

Just do it.

- We'll find a date. It's gonna be fine.
- Let's keep... yeah, looking.

Okay.

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.

You see what I... did there.

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 sh*t 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 k*ller 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 k*ller sh*t him
and then called 9-1-1.

Except our victim was not sh*t
in this apartment.

How do we know that?

Because he has exit wounds in his back,

but there are no b*ll*ts in the bathroom

or anywhere else in the apartment.

Plus lividity indicates
the body was moved.

Okay, so then the k*ller
put him in the shower

to wash off the trace evidence
from the original crime scene.

And it almost worked except for this.

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 sh*t
and landed in that stuff.

Okay, let's get this material to C.S.U.

- See if they can tell us where he was
k*lled. - I don't get it.

Why would the k*ller
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.

This is even more odd.

What are you doing?

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 k*ller

may lie within that device.

Well, if it does, I can't get to it.

Honestly, I've never seen anything
like this before.

So what are we looking at here?

A very high-level encryption program.

What, and you can't cr*ck 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 k*lled?

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.

So how's Sarah Grace?

Oh! Man. I tell you, she is just...

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.

- 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
k*lled 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.

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.

Yesterday at 7:19 P.M.
Ted connected

to a dedicated server
of a private computer network.

I traced the network. It belongs to...

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 d*ed.

Okay, so, who runs the Manhattan office?

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.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

Castle.

Richard, something
is about to happen.

But you cannot react.

I'm sorry. Who is this?

Lives are at stake. Don't react.

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.

Dad?

Not a word.

Castle 6x12 - Deep Cover
Original air date January 13, 2014

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 m*rder*d 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...

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.

Okay, thank you. Thanks for your time.

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.

Okay, so I may know why
one of Ted's shoes

was tied differently.

The k*ller 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 sh*t,
the k*ller 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.

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 k*lled?

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

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...

Great. Thanks. Hey, Beckett!

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.

Well, this is definitely
where Ted was k*lled.

Why here? What was he up to?

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.
- k*ller must've followed him.

Or maybe they came here to meet.

Yeah, why wouldn't the k*ller
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 k*ller didn't
want us to find the crime scene

because there's something here
that ties him to the m*rder.

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.

Oh.

There you go.

- God bless you, man.
- Yeah.

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 k*lled him?

You need to tell me what you know.

You don't trust me.

Trust kills faster than b*ll*ts.

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 sh*t at Coney Island
under the roller coaster.

There was a coin in his sock.

An Iranian rial.

Do you have the coin?

No, the k*ller 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.

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 k*lled.

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.

Wait. Zoom in and freeze it.

That's Anderson Cross.

Oh, my God. He's our k*ller.

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.

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 m*rder.

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 k*ller?

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.

- 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.

Pick up, pick up.

Leave a message.

- 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.

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,

k*lled 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 k*ll 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.

We need to retrace every one
of Ted's footsteps.

Our k*ller 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.

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.

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.

I'll get that.

And what if he's telling the truth?

What if he isn't?

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 sh*t.

Oh, my God! Come in.

You look good.

Yeah, well, you've looked better.

Oh!

Sorry.

Okay, I boiled everything
just like you said.

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.

Good idea.

Okay.

Okay, now, make an incision
through the wound

about an inch long.

Here you go.

Okay.

About an inch.

- 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?

Right.

Okay.

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.

Yeah, right.

- Okay, let me just get you here.
- Thank you.

Okay.

I think I have it.

All right...

I think I...

- I have it.
- Bravo!

Real good.

- 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 sh*t?

Not particularly.

What about the three guards you m*rder*d

while escaping from prison...
you wanna tell us about them?

Don't believe everything you read.

So you didn't k*ll 'em?

I work outside the system,

which means I need an effective cover.

Hired assassin, wanted by Uncle Sam...

opens a lot of doors.

Castle?

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.

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 k*ller? So do I.

There's a hell of a lot
more at stake here than m*rder.

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 k*lled 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...
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 g*nshots

at an apartment on East 38th street

where two unidentified men
were involved in a g*n battle.

That doesn't prove anything.

Beckett.

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 sh*t-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.

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?

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.
- 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.

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 b*llet 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.
- 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.

I don't see Kingfish.

Maybe we're too late.

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."

It was a long time ago.

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?

Kingfish is online. Go.

All right.

Okay.

"T," hashtag, less than, "l."

- Uppercase "L."
- Oh. Capital "L."

We gotta get online
before the buyer. Come on.

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.

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.

Oh.

Oh, this is so not the time, mother.

A minute 15 left.

Castle, I'm in the book stacks.

I'm close.

All right, less than a minute.
Be careful.

Mom!

Do you see him? Is he there?

Beckett.

Oh, no.

What?

Castle.

He set up some kind of a relay system.

Gemini could be anywhere.

What?!

- 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.
- 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.

What are you talking about?

Castle?

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.

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 k*ll me anyway.

Yeah. But I can slow,
or I can k*ll you fast.

It's up to you.

Aah!

Aah! Uhh!

Aah.

You all right?

Me? You... you're the one who was sh*t.

Wasn't the first time.

- I'll go call an ambulance.
- Don't bother.

No! No, no, wait.

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.

Well, after the sh**t-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 k*lled.

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 k*ller.

Castle, what happened?

- Come on. Gemini's down here.
- Okay.

No. No, no, no, no. He was here.

He was here just a minute ago.

Of course he took the body.

Yeah.

But left Gemini's w*apon.

That g*n was a ballistics match
to the one that k*lled Ted.

It's registered to...

Tony Blaine.

We searched his place.

Found clothes that tested
positive for Ted's blood.

- Blaine's definitely our k*ller.
- But who is he?

He's a researcher
at a government think t*nk.

Yeah, but what a researcher
at a government think t*nk

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 k*ller
was brought to justice,

you know, in a... in a way.

But Blaine k*lled 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.

September.

Okay.

Hello, mother.

How are you?

Well, that was fun. What a day.

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?

I don't know.

Think we'll ever see him again?

I wish I knew.