"This is straight out of a slasher flick." "Usually find murder victims at the end of hallways like these." "Cannot believe Alexis lives here." "Richard, Alexis and Pi have invited us for dinner." "This is a big step for them." "So let us not be judgmental." "Fine." "Besides..." "Remember the hovel you lived in in college?" "Only difference is I wasn't shacking up with Pi." "Well, it's nice that you're keeping an open mind, dear." "Mm." "Hi!" "Hi." "You're here!" "Come on in." "I'm so excited for you to see our place." "Come on." "Oh... my." "Your first place." " Oh." " Hey!" "Mr. C.!" "Welcome." "And prepare yourself for some savory and sustainable dining." "Ah, let me guess." "There will be fruit." "I'll make a fruitarian out of you yet, Mr. C." "Great." "Huh?" "Uh, here is a, um, little housewarming present." "Ooh." "And it needs sunlight, and there's a little gift card as well." "Thank you, gram." "Well?" "What do you think?" "Oh, I think it's adorable." "Yeah, we've had lots of fun fixing it up." "We were eating on a blanket on the floor, but then we found this old door and set it up as a table." "And I found the chairs next to a restaurant dumpster." " Oh!" " Dumpster chairs." "That's..." "Great." "Well, there is nothing like" "La vie bohème to get the blood flowing." "I'll take that." "Be nice." "Oh, look." "A futon." "Oh, yes." "You know, if you guys want something real to sit on," "I have an old couch in storage." "I could just" "Hmm." "Uh, I don't know, Mr. C. Um..." "What color is it?" "Free." "Dad, we're fine." "We have everything we need." "So, Pi, Alexis tells me that you have a new job." "I do indeed." "I am tracking bee populations in the city" " for an N.G.O." " Uh-huh." "It's a lot like the job I did in Costa Rica." "We're assessing the colony's strength and numbers." "So you're..." "Counting bees." "Well, there's a little more to it than that, Mr. C., but... yeah." "And that's a real job?" "Yes, it's a real job." "Bees are vital to the food supply." "It's important work." "Well..." "So long as it puts fruit on the table." "Speaking of the table, I am famished." "Shall we dine?" "Yes, let's do that." "Needless to say, dinner was a disaster, but the real disaster is that" "Alexis has moved in with this guy." "He's just so wrong for her." "Yeah, well, she'll figure it out." "At least she's not living in squalor." "That's good." "No, it's not good." "I was hoping for squalor." "I was counting on squalor." "Because Alexis cannot last in squalor." "I was just hoping this whole thing would blow over." "She would see Pi for the ambition-free hippie that he is, and now he's morphed into some kind of new age crusader." "It's as though he's turned being a charming man-child into a career." "Yeah, that doesn't sound familiar, does it?" "What I need is a good murder so I can stop obsessing." "Well, we got one for you, Castle." "Our victim is Susannah Richland, 28." "Business card says she's an accountant." "How does an accountant end up like this?" "Freaky, huh?" "Look at those marks on her hand." "They look like stigmata." "Yeah, the way she's posed might suggest a crucifixion." "Except the cause of death is probably that stab wound to the throat" " from a double-edged blade like a dagger." " A dagger?" "Maybe this is some kind of ritualistic sacrifice." "Or maybe the killer wanted to make it look like it was." "Note the lack of blood." "I'd say she was moved here but killed somewhere else." "Might I suggest a sacrificial altar?" "No, you may not." "Do we have a time of death?" "I'm thinking 10:00 to midnight." "All right, uh, I'll start a canvass and start gathering security video, see if I can find someone who witnessed the body drop." "Yeah, and get ahold of the FBI, see if they have any other murders with the same MO" " Yeah, okay." " Hey, just got off the phone with Susannah's boss." "He knows of nothing in her life that would explain this." "But he did say she'd been acting odd lately and that she'd asked for a week off to handle a personal matter." "And he didn't know what it was?" "No." "Neither did any of her co-workers." "All right, contact her family and friends." "Let's see if they knew." " Castle and I are gonna go to her apartment." " All right." "Did you know of any personal matters she might have been dealing with?" "No, but something was up." "Last week, she started keeping odd hours, staying out too late." "It wasn't like her." "Did she have any visitors, any men in her life?" "Not that I ever saw." "Be sure to lock up when you're done." "Thanks." "An apparently ordinary accountant brutally slain and ritually posed, all while tending to a personal matter shrouded in secrecy." "It's not shrouded in secrecy." " We just don't know what it is yet." " Yeah." "My version has more dramatic flair." "She's got a lot of books here on medieval history." "Maybe her dark secret has something to do with the dark ages." "That could explain the way we found her body." "Castle, you might be on to something." "Look at this." "Religious icons and pagan symbols." "This fascination of hers is recent." "All these books were checked out of the library three days ago." "Okay, so what does that have to do with her murder?" "I think I know the answer." "The pentagram, the all-seeing eye... both of those are power objects in dark magic." "All these elements...earth, air, fire, water, ether...all medieval symbols that are sometimes associated with satanic practices." "Susannah was into the occult." "The occult?" "I know my cousin." "No way was she mixed up with that kind of thing." "Well, we found these symbols at her place, Mr. Collins, along with some books on medieval history." "Any idea why they'd be there?" "No." "I mean, she was a history buff, but more American history, not that kind of thing." "Did she have any, uh, enemies in her life, Mr. Collins?" "Any relationship issues?" "Not that I know of." "I just..." "I don't understand who would do this to her." "When was the last time you saw her?" "Maybe... three weeks ago." "I was her only family, so we'd get together for dinner every few months." "But it's strange." "She, um..." "She actually called me last night out of the blue." "And what did she say?" "That she had something that she wanted to talk to me about." "What was that?" "I didn't even get a chance to ask." "She got interrupted or something, said she'd call me right back, but she never did." "But now I know why." "So the FBI doesn't have any murders in their database that match this MO" "Which leaves us with my theory... our victim was dabbling with black magic, and she conjured up a demon." "Or maybe she ran afoul of some obscure religious sect," " and they sacrificed her to their pagan deity." " What are you doing?" "Making stuff up, just like you do." "Yeah, because that's my job." "It's your job to follow the evidence." "You're messing with the natural order of things." "Hey, guys?" "Something you need to see." "So our canvass couldn't come up with anyone who witnessed the body dump, but Susannah had a metrocard in her pocket." "So I had MTA run its history." "Her card was swiped last night on an M3 bus." "She got on it at 8:45 near her apartment." "Where was she going?" "Bus cam has her exiting at west 168th street," "Washington Heights." "That's about a half mile from where her body was found." "What was she doing way up there?" "I don't know." "But I checked traffic cam footage in a 10-block radius, and I found Susannah crossing St. Nicholas at West 173rd Street." "And it looks like she had company." " A monk?" " Check out the time stamp...10:05," " right in our time-of-death window." " A posed body, mysterious medieval symbols, and now a murderous monk." "It's a real life "Da Vinci Code."" "Do we have any idea who this guy is?" "I'll tell you who he is." "He's part of a brotherhood of assassins, chosen to guard an ancient secret." " Castle..." " Stalking a woman obsessed with medieval symbols?" "This is what the evidence suggests." "Can we get a closer look at his face?" "He never turns his head." "Wait." "Zoom in on his scalp." "There." "You see that?" "Ritual markings, left by some unholy initiation." "They're more like surgical scars." "I'll see if I can look into a medical procedure that could cause this." "Might help us ID him." "I'm telling you, our monk, our victim, and these symbols are all connected." "I'm betting Susannah Richland decoded these symbols and uncovered some dark, long-held secret, paid for it with her life." "Look, Castle, I agree that her recent interest in all things medieval may be relevant, but it doesn't mean that she was killed in some baroque plot." "Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that." "Castle might be right about this "Da Vinci Code" thing." "Don't... ruin it." "According to Susannah's phone records, she made a call to a Professor Jason Byford at Hudson University the day before she died, and get this." "He's an expert in ancient languages and symbology." "Just like Tom Hanks in the movie." "It's not a baroque plot." "It's a bestseller plot." "Well, at the very least, he should be able to tell us what Susannah was up to." "Castle and I will go talk to him." "In the meantime, I need you to go to the morgue." "Lanie says she has something." "Okay." "So I was finally able to identify the murder weapon." "Thought you said it was a dagger." "I know what I said, but based on the curvature of the wound and the injuries to her neck, our victim was stabbed with a sword." " A sword?" " Yes, a double-edged sabre like this..." "With a hilt that left a crenelated bruising pattern on her neck." "Very old school." "I took a closer look at her hand injuries, and I found something." "There was ink residue in this wound on her palm." "I was able to draw it up from the lower dermis." "It looks like she drew this symbol on her hand." "All right." "I gotta get this to Beckett." "Head back to the precinct." "Yes, I met with Susannah." "People often call with research questions, so I try to be helpful." "She wanted to know what these symbols meant." " What did you tell her?" " I said that it all depends." "Some of these have existed for thousands of years." "They signify different things to different cultures." "Are any of them tied to anything dangerous, like cults?" "Hmm, a few, yes, but mostly, these are associated with the freemasons, which is why you see so many on buildings and icons in the U.S." "A lot of our founding fathers were freemasons." "Yes." "I saw "National Treasure."" "As did I, sadly." "Some odious factual errors." "Though it is true that during the American Revolution, symbols like these were used as markers for war secrets and buried treasure." "Oh... treasure?" "Like the British gold left behind when they lost the war or the missing half dimes... the first coins minted by the U.S. treasury." "Professor, did Susannah ask you about this symbol?" "Uh..." "I don't believe so." "Why?" "She was killed last night, and we believe all of these symbols are relevant." "Killed?" "What is it?" "Uh, um, there's something you need to see." "She had this letter with her." "She wanted to know if it was connected to the symbols." "Now I'd never seen anything quite like it, so I, uh, I, um, well, I snuck a picture of it while she wasn't looking." ""I, Theodore Rose, of New York City," ""a loyal patriot of sound mind and body, do the--to make this my last will and testament."" "Theodore Rose was an 18th-century stonemason of some renown, but it's more than a will." "Keep reading." "Here." ""So I pass to them still living this key" ""which marks the way to our great secret, enshrined within the city."" "And this letter is the key to finding it." "Where did she get it?" "She didn't say, but according to the date and seal, it was written in 1798." "And the Latin phrases...what do they mean?" "Well, I translated some of them for her." "They're riddles of some kind." "This one says" ""The world turns between The Heavens and the ash heap."" "They're not riddles." "They're clues-- clues leading to some great masonic treasure." "And this last line could be why she was murdered." ""Periculum et dolor..."" "My Latin is pretty rusty, but I think that means" ""Peril and woe to him who follows this path with a dark heart."" " Beckett." " So that pattern of scars on our monk's dome was from a procedure called stereotactic brain surgery." "Okay, can that get us an ID?" "Because medical records are confidential." "Prison records aren't." "I took a shot that our guy did some time." "19 men in the system had this surgery, but only one had scars that were an exact match to the monk..." "Benjamin Wade." "He got surgery to remove a tumor while doing a stretch at green haven for attempted murder." "Hear that, Castle?" "Our suspect is an ex-con...a felonious monk." "Hey, Beckett, got no current address on Benjamin Wade, but he did have an apartment in the Bronx before he got sent to the joint." "Okay, check it out." "See if anyone knows where he is now." "I don't think anyone here can give us a line on Wade." "Local PD says this place has been taken over by squatters and crackheads." "Look at this place." "We're gonna get hepatitis just breathing the air." "This is it." "It's where Wade used to live." "Home crack home." "Leave me alone!" "I don't want you here." "NYPD, somebody help me." "Police!" "NYPD!" "Don't move!" "Benjamin Wade, you're under arrest for murder." "Recognize her, Mr. Wade?" "And this is you, stalking her shortly before she was killed." "You care to explain?" "Maybe he took a vow of silence." "You know, silent but deadly." "Assuming he's a real monk." "Actually, I am a monk." "I've just learned to think before I speak." "I joined the Franciscan Order of Perpetual Hope after I left prison." "This monastery that you're a part of... does it happen to be in Washington Heights?" "Because that's exactly where we found Susannah Richland, and given your record... not that guy anymore." "After my brain tumor, I had a spiritual awakening." "Found a purpose." "Then what were you doing in a crack house?" "I was tending to the lost." "Wasn't stalking this woman." "I was..." "I was trying to protect her." "Protect her?" "I found her in a monastery chapel." "She was kneeling by the prayer candles." "Said the place was special to her family." "So I left her to pray in peace, and this guy shows up... brown long hair, glasses." "He's wearing this hat." "Starts asking me questions about her." "Wants to know what she's doing there." "He's upset." "He seems aggressive." "Mr. Wade, that's you following her, not some other guy." "I thought that he was gonna go after her." "So I did." "I followed her until she got into a cab, and then I came back to the monastery." "Really?" "Okay." "Describe the cab." "It was a cab." "License plate." "Medallion number." "I don't remember." "It was a..." "Prius, maybe." "There are hundreds of those." "A good storyteller uses details." "It's what sells the lie." "It's not a lie." "There was an ad for "Wicked" on top of it." ""Wicked."" "That's nice." "It's precise." "Freudian little detail." "But still a lie." "So here's what's not a lie." "Just called the Franciscan Order." "Turns out Benjamin Wade really is a monk." "And our murderer." "Now we just need to prove it." "Wait." "You guys are on the same page about this guy?" "Not exactly." "I think he's guilty because of his contact with the victim, the stalking, and his history of violence." "I think he's guilty because of his contact with the victim, the stalking, and his role in a sinister conspiracy involving freemasons." "I can't believe you're really buying into that letter." "I can't believe you aren't." "I did a little research into the author of our letter" "Mr. Theodore Rose." "Did you know he was a 33rd Degree Master Mason?" "So that makes him, what, like a freemason black belt?" "Way better than that." "He was a patriot spy." "He wrote codes and ciphers during the American Revolution, meaning this letter could be the key to finding the great secret of the masons, enshrined somewhere within the city." "Why?" "Because you want it to be?" "Partly, and because it's the only story that makes sense." "Shadowy brotherhood guarding Rose's secret for all eternity." "Susannah got too close, so they sent their monk assassin to kill her." "Yeah, about that...uh, Wade's lawyer's here." "He says we need to charge his client or let him go." "We don't have enough to charge him." "Why don't we try to keep him until we do?" "Put Wade in with a sketch artist." "Have him describe that guy that was supposedly stalking Susannah." "That'll buy Castle and I enough time to tear his alibi apart, and just to cover our bases, you look into that cab that Wade described." "Really?" "You want me to track down a cab off a banner ad for "Wicked"?" "Impress me." "You know, there are times I wish she stayed in D.C." "I'm sorry, detective, but you're wrong." "Brother Benjamin was in his quarters at the time you say this young woman was killed." "And can anyone else verify that?" "At least seven other members of our order saw him." "And... what exactly is the mission of your order?" "To care for those in need, to live by and share the teachings of Christ." "I think you left out the part about protecting a great secret." "I'm afraid I don't understand." "Don't you?" "No, I don't." "Uh..." "Thank you..." "So much for your time." ""Thank you for your time"?" "That's it?" "Yeah, until we get the statements from the seven other witnesses." "Look, they're all gonna tell you the same thing." "Don't you see?" "These monks...they're in it up to their hoods." "Unless... unless they're not protecting the great secret and they're actually trying to find it, too." "Because, like the ark of the covenant, it is a source of ultimate power." "Castle, these monks took vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience." "I don't see them trying to take over the world." "World." "What?" "Theodore Rose's letter." "There was that one clue in Latin." "Uh..." ""The world turns between The Heavens and the ash heap."" "In Latin, the word for "ash heap"" "also means "altar."" "The Heavens are depicted in that stained glass." "And the altar is right underneath it." "So the clues led her to this chapel, but why?" "The prayer candles." "So this must be where Wade said he found Susannah kneeling." "Castle, look." "There's something carved in that base stone." "That's the symbol she drew on her hand." "So these other clues..." "Must lead to other places where the symbols are hidden," " but what are they for?" " Listen to this." ""For Gods and men alike doth lame Hephaestus strike."" "I know what that means." "I know where that is." " You do?" " Yeah." "Hephaestus was the Greek God of blacksmiths." "His forge was in Mount Etna." "There's an old blacksmith's shop right here in lower Manhattan called Etna's forge." "It's been there since the 1700s." "I know because I was there with..." "Alexis." "It was... a field trip." "Third grade, but that-- that's gotta be it." "Our victim was killed with a sword." "If there's an old blacksmith shop, that could be our crime scene." "A clue trail to a freemason secret that people would kill for... this case just keeps getting better." "So maybe what Benjamin Wade actually did that night was follow Susannah to this blacksmith shop." "Castle, we don't even know if she was here." "Oh, she was here, all right, on the verge of solving the puzzle when her life was cut tragically short." "This is the place." "I never knew this was here." "Wow, this is incredible." "Shouldn't there be a... docent or some sweaty guy hammering metal standing around?" "Yeah." "Hello?" "!" "Is there a Smithy Hereabouts?" "We have traveled many a mile to the..." "Is this annoying?" "Yeah." "You know what?" "I'm gonna check in back." "Why don't you take a look around here?" "If this is our crime scene, there might be signs of struggle." "Right." "Ooh." "Have it..." "Want it..." "Need it..." "Got it... need it..." "You should not have come here looking for the sign, for only death awaits you." "Well, now..." "That wouldn't happen to be a double-edged saber with a crenelated hilt, now, would it?" "You have trespassed into secrets beyond your comprehension." "You will pay with your life." "Okay." "O-okay, b-but just..." "before you kill me, there's one thing you should know." "And what is that?" "I am really good at this." "Uhh!" "You're not so bad yourself." "Who are you?" "And what do you know about the last will of Theodore Rose?" "For 200 years, my people have guarded that secret." "It will go with me to my grave... or yours!" "Uhh!" "Now who are you?" "It's not important who I am." "The win is yours." "The sign shall be revealed." "That's the symbol from Susannah's board." "She was here." "It was you." "You're the one who killed her." "Whoa, wait a minute." "You won, man." "You can put the sword down now." "Not until you tell me who you are and why you killed Susannah Richland." "Beckett!" "I think there's been some kind of mistake here." "No, no, no, no mistake." "Susannah was stabbed through the throat with a double-edged saber by you or one of your people." "I'm sorry." "I'm a little lost here." "Did they change the script?" "'Cause if they did, they didn't tell me." "Script?" "What script?" "The scavenger hunt." "Castle?" "What's going on?" "A scavenger hunt?" "So the clues, the symbol...it's all just a game?" "It's a fund-raiser for the New York Historical Institute." "The clues lead to historic buildings, where the players collect these old symbols." "They hire actors like me to interact with the contestants." "I usually work renaissance fairs." "Was this woman one of your contestants?" "Yeah." "She came through here couple days ago." "She was killed?" "Yeah, with a saber almost exactly like the one you were using." "That was a stunt weapon." "It's harmless." "They all are." "I didn't kill anybody." "I'm just an actor." "I wasn't even working here last night." "Look, please, call the New York Historical Institute." "Talk to Nolan Burns, their director." "This is all just a game." "Of course it was just a game." "Every year, more and more Historic New York buildings are being torn down, and as director of the Historical Institute," "I was looking for a fun way to raise awareness." "Mr. Burns, these symbols that Susannah Richland took pictures of... are those also a part of the game?" "Yes, these are all..." "Symbols used in the game." "Looks like she found them all." "She might have won." "Is it possible that someone would have killed her to get a competitive edge?" "Prize money is $2,500." "Some of the contestants spent more than that in travel expenses." "Could these symbols mean something else?" "Something dangerous?" "Not that I'm aware of." "I do know they can be found on buildings dating as far back as the 1700s, which is why I used them." "It's just..." "Our victim had this letter on her." "It's from an 18th-century freemason named Theodore Rose." "In it, he speaks of a great hidden secret." "It'd be "Enshrined in the city."" "The letter was part of the game." "We had it hand-written on parchment... one for each contestant." "But Rose is real." "He had a penchant for clues and ciphers." "Exactly." "He brought some authenticity." "And the fact that he was a freemason and a friend of George Washington's made Rose the perfect person on whom to base the game." "So I drew from his writings, and the rest I pulled from freemason history." "But none of this is real." "I don't see how any of this would lead to someone's death." "Regardless, I'm gonna need the names of all of the contestants." "You'll have to check with the event planning company, Games Ultra." "They handled the registration." "Can't believe all this time, it was all just make-believe." "Castle, you didn't really believe that this was gonna lead to some great freemason treasure, did you?" "No, of course not." "That'd be foolish." "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go home to wallow in what is perhaps the most disappointing day of my crime-solving career." "Okay, I'll come by later and try to cheer you up." "Did we get the list of contestants from Games Ultra?" "Yep, and the contestant applications had to include a photo." "Take a look at this dude." "What about him?" "Well, check out the sketch that our monk gave us of the guy that he says was following Susannah." "Well, it's the same guy." "Okay." "So... what do we know about Tom Stevens?" "Well, his name and address are bogus." "Everything on the application is." "None of this information is real." "And he had to be the guy who killed her." "He was at the monastery." "Why else would he sign up with a fake name?" "Well, his name might be fake, but his money is real." "And there you go." "Paid with a check." "If we can trace that payment..." "Then we might be able to ID him." "All right, see where Games Ultra keeps their accounts and hit that bank first thing in the morning." "I want this guy found." "Richard?" "Richard." "I'm sorry." "What?" "What is all this?" "Oh, just some... game." "Well, you might wanna pay attention to the real world for a moment." "Alexis is furious with you over your behavior at dinner the other night, and I must say, I agree." "Come on." "It wasn't that bad." "You insulted her apartment, you made fun of her boyfriend's career." "Mother, he's counting bees." "Yes, and it is important to him, as Alexis is important to him." "I just don't even understand." "Why is she even with him?" "This is what she wants." "Now will she want it next week or next month?" "Who knows?" "But this is what she wants today, and if you want her to be a part of your life, then you are going to have to change your point of view." "You're right, mother." "Of course I'm right." "Good." "Point of view..." "This isn't a game." "This isn't a game at all." "No luck." "According to the bank," "Mr. Stevens did pay with a check, but it was a cashier's check, so there's no way to trace it." "Hiding his identity, following our victim just before she died." "This has gotta be our killer." "Okay." "I finally tracked down that cab that our victim got into... the one with the "Wicked" banner ad on top." "So first, I had to call the theater where "Wicked" was playing." "They directed me to a P.R firm who then sent me to an ad agency that sells space on the top of cabs, and five cabs..." " Did you talk to the cabbie or not?" " Yes." "Yes, I did." "The cabbie confirmed that he picked up Susannah in Washington Heights at 10:10 P.M." "So our monk was telling the truth." "Okay, where did the cabbie take her?" "That's the odd part." "He didn't take her anywhere." " What do you mean?" " Susannah just had him drive around the neighborhood for 45 minutes and dropped her back off at the chapel." "That doesn't make any sense." "Why would she go back there the same night?" "I'll tell you why." "Because Susannah realized it wasn't just a game." "Castle, please don't tell me that you're still on..." "Oh, no, no." "Just listen." "Burns told us that he based the game on some of the writings of Theodore Rose." "Now what if Rose's clues were real and actually led somewhere?" "What if Susannah figured that out?" "Here are all our symbols." "They didn't seem to relate to each other until you add this one--the one susannah drew on her hand." "The one she found at the chapel the night she was killed." "They all fit together." "Final piece." "Without it, the others didn't fit." "That's why the killer scraped it off her hand." "He didn't want her or anyone else to be able to figure it out." "Okay, so the pieces fit together." "What do they mean?" "I don't know, but..." "Does this shape look familiar?" "Yes, it does." " Amazing, right?" " Yeah." "But what does it mean?" "It means that this isn't a part of any game." "If all those symbols put together indicate this carving, then it has to have some kind of significance." "Castle, look at this." "Each one of these symbols has a small letter next to it..." "R-O-S-I." "Rosi?" "Maybe it's supposed to be his name..." "Rose." "Uh, that's a...that's an "I."" "Um... maybe it's "Rois," like, uh, French for "King,"" "or, uh, "Soir" for evening." "Oh, no, wait." "Earth, air, water, fire, ether in the center." "In medieval alchemy, these are the five elements that make up the universe, but there's an order of importance..." "Earth, air, water, fire." "We put the letters in that order, it's O-R-I..." ""S."" ""Oris."" "Latin for "mouth."" "Aah!" " Aah-ha-ha!" "I'm just kidding." " Castle!" "I can't believe you fell for that." "There is something in here, though." "Hang on." "Susannah was here." "This is our crime scene." "There's our murder weapon." "Castle, look at this." "These marks are fresh." "Someone was trying to get inside it." "Susannah must have come to the chapel that night and figured out how to get in here just like we did." "Except the killer found her before she was able to open the sarcophagus." "What do you think's inside?" "I don't know, but someone thought it was worth killing for." "Okay." "Okay, okay." "Okay." "If it's like everything else we've been doing, we need to solve a clue to open it." "Hey, Castle, look at the world." "It's just like the one in the stained glass above the altar." ""The world spins between The Heavens and the ash heap."" "Ashes to ashes." "The coffin could be the ash heap." "Which means, then, that..." "There." "Those are Heavens." ""The world turns..."" ""1792."" "These are the half dimes Professor Byford just told us about." "These are the very first coins to be minted by the U.S. treasury." "These are worth a fortune." "Now we have our motive for murder." "Just one of these went for auction last year." "$1.5 million." "There's gotta be a thousand of them in here." "Do you have any idea what that's worth?" "I just told you what it's worth." "Ohh!" "What was that?" "If I had to guess, I would say something bad." "No, no." "Oops." "Castle, put the bag of coins back in the coffin." "Maybe it'll open up the door again." "Good idea." "Rats." "This is not my idea of going to the chapel with you." "Do you have a cell signal?" "Yeah, it doesn't look like it." "Well, then the letter was right." ""Peril and woe to him who follows this path with a dark heart." This is it." "Castle, we're not gonna die in here." "You saw how thick those walls were." "They're made of stone." "We can yell and scream all day long." "No one's gonna hear." "It's not like they stocked up this place with supplies." "And what's gonna happen when we get tired of eating candle wax?" "No, we're gonna get out of here." "There has to be a way out." "Okay, yeah, you know what?" "You're right." "All right, this is just Theodore Rose testing us." "There's gotta be another clue, another puzzle." "Something to do with his name." "What if..." "What if it's an anagram?" "Theodore Rose... is..." "Heed or toes." "No." "Theodore Rose..." "He... do rooster." "That's inappropriate." "Okay." "Theodore Rose, Theodore Rose." "Deer shot Oreo." "Oh, they didn't have Oreos in the 1700s." "Castle, there might be another way out of here." "I'm all ears." "Susannah's killer knows that the half dimes are still in here." "Eventually, he's gonna have to come back..." "To get them." "He must be somebody who knew they existed in the first place." "Someone... who knew..." "All of this..." "Was real." "And who better than the person who wanted everyone to think that this was just a game?" "Nolan Burns." "The director of the historical institute." "Castle, I've got bars." "Finally." "What's up, Beckett?" "Espo, you need to get to the chapel now." "And tell Ryan to pick up Nolan Burns." "Mr. Burns..." "You left out a few details the last time we spoke." "I don't know what you mean." "You found them." "So it wasn't just a game." "No." "That..." "letter we gave the contestants was based on an actual letter" "I found hidden in the building I was renovating." "I tried to... follow the clues myself, but I couldn't solve them all." "You set up a scavenger hunt to solve clues through crowdsourcing." "I never thought anyone would get hurt." "Not hurt, Burns." "Murdered." "But not by me, I swear." "I-I told you, I-I was at home with my family the night she died." "You also told me that you didn't know Susannah." "I spoke with your assistant." "You met with her three months ago." "How did you fail to mention that?" "'Cause I knew how it would look!" "And now it looks even worse." "Now why did you meet with her?" "Because I hoped she would shed some light on The Rose family history." "You know, something that might help solve that last clue, but that was it!" "Wait a minute." "Go back." "Susannah was an accountant." "Why would she know anything about The Rose family?" "Because she was a direct descendant of Theodore Rose." "The legend of the missing half dimes was family lore." "Family lore." "Hey." "They said you found something out about my cousin's murder." "Uh, we did." "We, uh, we just need to go over a few things first." "Now according to her phone records, she called you more frequently over the last few months." "Is there any reason why?" "I got the feeling she was lonely." "A-and did she ever mention Theodore Rose?" "No." "Why would she?" "So you're familiar with the lore of the missing half dimes?" "Yeah, sure." "It was a big family myth." "Except it wasn't." "Susannah actually located the coins." "They were in a hidden crypt." "That's where she was killed." "That's terrible." "Do you know who did it?" "Most likely someone who knew what she was looking for." "CSU found two sets of DNA in that crypt." "One was from Susannah." "One was from her killer." "Now on a hunch, I had them compare the two, and the results indicate that Susannah and her killer were related." "CSU also found a synthetic hair found in a wig not unlike this one." "You signed up for the game under a false name." "You used a disguise so you could track her progress." "It's over, Henry." "We know it's you." "My mom's in assisted living." "I work hard, but I barely get by." "Those half dimes were gonna change my life." "But Susannah said that she was gonna find them and then just give them all away." "Said they were part of history, that they belonged to the people." "She called me that night with the good news, and I tried to talk her out of it one last time." "We argued." "And the next thing I knew..." "Well, I was looking through the records, and I found out there have been several Rose family weddings in that chapel." "Susannah had even been there once years ago." "She must have remembered seeing that stained glass window." "That's how she was able to figure out that last clue when no one else could." "And why Henry scraped it off her hand, so he could be the only one that'd ever find it." "So what's gonna happen to the half dimes?" "Well, they were found in the chapel, so they belong to the monastery." "Well, that'll put the monks' vow of poverty to the test." "They've already passed that with flying colors." "Because of the historical significance of the coins, they're donating them to the met." "Hmm." "You know..." "Here we go." "I gotta go." "It is believed that George Washington had those half dimes minted from Martha Washington's silver." "Back then, before the revolution, it was illegal for anyone but a king to mint money." "So those coins are worth a lot more than just their silver." "They're actually more of a declaration of independence." "Well, then it's right that they're going back to the people, like Susannah wanted." "Speaking of independence, I gotta go see Alexis." "Hi." "Can I come in?" "We can talk here." "Look, I'm... sorry about how I acted." "Being sorry isn't enough, dad." "Then what can I do?" "What can I do to make this right?" "Do you know how I found out you had proposed to Beckett?" "Over the phone with gram while I was in Costa Rica." "This is about Beckett?" "No, but I was hurt you didn't tell me." "Look, I was going to tell you." "It just..." "It just happened." "I know it did, and I don't know if it's a good idea or if she's really the one, but you know what?" "I accept it." "You know why?" "Because she makes you happy, the same way Pi makes me happy." "All I want is the same thing I'm giving you... acceptance." "Okay." "I accept him." "No, you don't." "Because it's not about what you say." "It's what's inside." "I know what's there now, and I don't want Pi to feel that from you, and..." "I don't wanna feel that either." "Look..." "I'll work on it." "I will." "Meantime, how about we go out for some makeup ice cream?" "Okay?" "My treat." "No." "I need time to stop being mad, and you need time to figure out a way to be okay with this." "I'll see you later, dad."