"Oh, I had the most exquisite class this evening." "My students are rehearsing the boxing scene from "Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf?"" "I'm just glad they were using your studio and not my living room." "Oh, you're making me your fabulous pasta carbonara." "Ohh." "You shouldn't have." "I didn't." "Actually, it's for Alexis." "She's just been, you know, so busy lately." "I thought we'd, uh, reconnect." " Mm." " So her favorite dish, and then a screening of "Saw IV," the director's cut." "Uh, I hate to tell you this, darling, but she won't be here." "What do you mean?" "Where else would she be?" "She's starting a new internship." "Another one?" "She did say she wanted to try a few things to find her passion." "It's... 9:00." "What kind of passion is she finding at this time of night?" "Um..." "Aha." "There." "Your better half." "Uh, j-- don't change the subject." "What is this internship exactly?" "Richard, Alexis swore me to secrecy." "Yes, but as her father" "Ah, ah, ah, ah." "My lips are sealed." "Then you won't be using them to eat my... pasta carbonara." "All right." "Well, let me say this." "This internship has my personal seal of approval." "That doesn't make me feel any better." "The truth is, the internship isn't the problem." "It's the fact, she now has three of them." "Yeah, well, you never know, Castle." "This might be the one that brings the two of you closer together somehow." "I doubt it." "The best I could hope for now is, she learns to become more of an underachiever." "Yeah." "Well, I'm sure you'll be able to give her some tips." "So... neighbors heard a hellacious fight, and then our victim here sailed out of that fourth-floor window." "Was that his apartment?" "We're checking, but it doesn't look like it." "Tenants don't recognize him and he doesn't have any ID." "No ID, but lots of causes of death." "You mean other than gravity?" "Oh, yeah." "See that bullet wound?" "So he was shot before he fell?" "And stabbed." "Shot and stabbed?" "And choked, and has a pencil jammed in the side of his neck." "Ah." "Gives new meaning to the term "overkill."" "Did anyone see his attacker?" "Uh, we're checking with witnesses, but I figure that our perp slipped out of the building during all the confusion." "All right." "Let's go see what they got." " Hey, Alexis." " Hey." "Alexis?" "Hey, dad." "What are you doing here?" "Is... is this your new internship?" "Dr. Parish agreed to let me shadow her." "I thought, if I go to med school, this will give me a better grasp of forensic pathology." "I've learned so much in just two days." "Sweetie... why wouldn't you tell me?" "I guess I was afraid you'd veto it, like maybe you'd think me being here was invading your territory or" "What?" "That's crazy." "I wouldn't..." "think that." "That's... this is great." " Yeah." " It's--I just--I don't know if you should be exposed to crime scenes and dead bodies." "Oh, I'm already used to it." "It's equal parts gross and cool." "I heard that and I couldn't agree with you more." "I finally get why you're into this, dad." "Now I'm into it, too." "That's great." "Great." "My worlds are colliding." "You mean Alexis?" "You knew about this?" "Come on, Castle." "You're the one who said you wanted to find a way of spending more time with her." "Not like this." "This is my thing." "This is our thing." "It's a violation of church and state." "This would be like me just showing up at her school and teaching." "I really think that you're overreacting." "But what if I'm not?" "What if this upsets the delicate synergy of our partnership?" "What if it undermines our unit cohesion?" "See?" "Major problem." " Not that." "This." " That's a lot of blood." "One of our witnesses saw a man leaving the building." "He was limping." "Our suspect was injured." "And the trail goes that way." "A brutal killer betrayed by the frailty of his own flesh." "His path revealed by that most primal stain." "Except the path ends here." "Multiple drops in one spot?" "He must have stood here for a minute." "He got into a car." "Well, if he did, maybe he got caught on tape." "The first 9-1-1 call came at 8:42, just after our victim crash landed." "So our guy probably made it to the corner a minute or two later." "Hey." "Pretty cool about Alexis' internship." "Or not." "There." "That's gotta be him." "He's wounded, the cops are after him, and he's looking for a place to go." "He has a hostage." "Track the taxi off the medallion number, find out where it went." "NYPD!" "Let me see your hands!" " NYPD!" "Hands in the air." " Get up." "Show us your hands." "Get up." "Hands in the air." "Get up." "Get up." "Put your hands on your head." "Hands on your head now." "Drop to your knees." "Thomas Gage." "For the record, have I advised you of your rights?" "Yes." "Including your right to an attorney?" "I won't need one." "Do you recognize this man?" "Looks like he took a nasty fall." "Well, he had a little help." "Fingerprint evidence will show that he was thrown out a window by you." "After which, you kidnapped Tina Massey in full view of a security camera." "Murder, plus kidnapping, that equals more years in prison than you have left." "Unless you cooperate." "Everything that you have on me... or you think you have... it's all going away." "And we're done here." "This guy should be sweating bullets." "This doesn't feel right." "It's like he knows something we don't." "I want you to pull everything you can on Thomas Gage." "The problem is, that's not his real name." "His driver's license is bogus, and his prints aren't in the system." "Bottom line is, we have no idea who this man is." "The guy was super calm the whole time." "Not big on chitchat either." "His opening line was," ""Get your ass in the cab, or I'll kill you."" "And what about when you went back to your apartment, what did he talk about?" "After he promised not to murder me, he asked me to patch up his leg." "He had a real gash." "Could you tell how he got the injury?" "He said he got slashed with a knife while he was killing a guy." "And he admitted that to you?" "More like just made the statement." "And did he say who this guy was or why he killed him?" "All he told me was that the man doesn't exist." "The man doesn't exist as far as I can tell." "So you haven't IDed him yet?" "Look, I'm trying, but his fingerprints aren't in any database, which is weird, because I thought for sure he'd have a criminal record." "How come?" "It's not the first time this guy has mixed it up-- old gunshot wounds, callused hands from martial arts training, more broken bones than evel knievel." "You're not gonna believe his X-rays." "Where is my John Doe?" "Where is my John Doe?" "He was right there when I left." "I-I was only gone a minute." "I know he was right there." "I was just about to cut him open." "Well, now he really doesn't exist." "How does a body just vanish from a morgue?" "I don't know, but Thomas Gage does." "Remember what he said-- whatever you think you have is going away?" "He's in on this." "Espo, did Gage get transferred to central booking yet?" "No, he's still in holding." "He's gonna give us some answers." "Where the hell is he?" "He was here." "I-I" "I secured him myself." "Lock down the precinct." "All right." "Move." "Hey, dad." "I tried to wait up, but you must have gotten in really late." "Not by choice." "Our suspect pulled a Houdini, so they locked down the entire station." "But by then, the mysterious steely killer, going by the nom de guerre of Thomas Gage, was long gone." "I'm writing up notes on this case." "Solid-gold material for my next book." "Wait." "The guy who threw John Doe out the window, he escaped?" "Uh-huh, but only after orchestrating the theft of John Doe's body from the morgue." "How awesome is that?" "Not so awesome if you're the person who let it happen." "Oh, honey, it's not your fault." "I was with that body, but a friend called, and I stepped away to talk." "I didn't" "Okay, hang on." "Listen to me." "I'm glad you weren't there because the kind of person who took John Doe's body is the kind of person who wouldn't think twice about hurting whoever got in the way." "Still, I thought working with Dr. Parish, there'd be zero chance I'd make a mistake that would affect a patient." "I mean, how could I, right?" "Well, I found a way." "Y-you know, honey, if this internship isn't the right fit," "I'm sure Lanie would understand." "No." "Dr. Parish gave me this opportunity, and I want to see it through." "Well?" "The apartment where John Doe was killed, we think Thomas Gage was squatting there." " Turns" " I don't care where Gage was unless it tells me where he is now." "But I'm very interested in knowing how he got out of that holding cell on your watch." "We're not clear on that, sir." "But we do know how he left this precinct." "I assume he snuck out of the back exit." "Actually, he went out through the front door." "This is him heading to the lobby." "Where did this man get a uniform?" "He stole it from the locker room." "Find out what else he did." "Check our security video and retrace his steps." "I want to know every move that he made." "Okay." "Gage has been two steps ahead of us this whole time." "Not only that, but he must have a partner who took John Doe from the morgue." "Which still doesn't explain why he ended up wearing those blues." "Why risk stealing a uniform when he could've just walked out of the building?" "I'll tell you why." "He needed something inside our precinct." "The guy got into our database." " Looking for what?" " Not what." "Who." "Tracy McGrath of Queens." "He ran her name, and I think I know why." "Her address is unlisted." "What if getting arrested was part of Gage's plan?" "So he could access our data for Tracy's address." "All right, you guys pull up everything you can on Tracy." "Castle and I will go over there now." "Okay." "Her phone's going straight to voice mail." "What is her connection to all this?" "Why is Gage so interested in her?" "With any luck, she knows who Gage really is." "Tracy McGrath?" "NYPD." "Castle." "Espo, yeah, we got here too late." "Uh, she's got one to the back of the head." "Can you call Lanie and get her to bring CSU down here?" "Yeah." "I'm on it." "Captain Gates, looks like Tracy McGrath was Gage's next victim." "What do we know about her?" "Well, she's 33, no family." "A scientist at a research foundation." "All right." "Talk to her coworkers." "Find out why Gage would've wanted her dead." "Looks like she's been here a while." "Yeah, well, it makes sense." "Gage escaped last night." "He had a 10-hour lead on us." "You stay put." "I'm gonna check the rest of the place." "Castle..." "Where is everybody?" "We usually beat the uniforms to the scenes." "It's not like they want to hurry and stand around." "Just so you know, I'm not letting this victim out of my sight." " Crazy." " What is?" "The fact that Richard Castle, a man unburdened by regret and guilt, has a child that carries the weight of the world." "It is not on you that a dead man came up missing." "Well, how often does something like that happen anyway?" "It never happens, honey." "So relax." "It was a freak thing." "Bodies just don't disappear." "Detective Beckett?" "Detective Beckett." "Okay, I see where the blood stain is." "Where is the body?" "You okay?" "Yeah." "You?" "Who are you?" "Where the hell are you taking us?" "Wherever it is... it's way down." "What is this place?" "I don't know." "I have no idea." "Rick Castle at a loss for words?" "That must be a first for you." "Sophia Turner?" "Hello, Rick." "Welcome to the CIA." "Yeah, that's her." "Tracy's worked for me at the Newton Foundation for five years." "I just talked to her yesterday." "We debated the merits of the Chevy Corvair." "She's a classic car buff." "She was." "And what kind of work did Tracy do exactly?" "It wouldn't get you killed, if that's what you're asking." "Tracy had a PHD in applied mathematics." "She'd been developing statistical models to predict the affects of climate change." "Did she have any enemies, anybody who might want to do her harm?" "None that I know of." "Hold on." "There was something, yesterday." "Uh, she left the office rather suddenly, about 3:00." "She didn't check in with me." "She was just gone for two hours." "That wasn't like her." "Do you have any idea where she went?" "No, and when I asked, she didn't seem to want to tell me." "We're gonna need access to her computer, her e-mails, her documents, everything." "It's all on our server." "I can log into there from here." "Secret underground headquarters?" "This is straight out of James Bond." "Castle, you're avoiding the question." "Who's Sophia Turner?" "How do you know her?" "Uh, it's a..." "long story." "Well, I'll take the short version." "Let me give it to you." "What has it been, 12 years?" "11 and a half." "Rick and I met when he was just beginning to do research on his first Derrick Storm novel." "He wanted an up-close-and-personal look at the life of a female CIA agent." "So I gave him one." "You're Clara Strike, the Clara Strike from the Derrick Storm books?" "I wouldn't say that I am Clara Strike, but I'd like to think that I inspired Rick in some small way." "Well, that is just fascinating." " You look good." " You, too." "Okay, so I hate to interrupt this reunion, but we're being illegally detained, at least I am." "This is not a detention." "This is a debriefing, approved by the NYPD." "Feel free to call Ted McQuinn." "The chief of detectives?" "He assured me you'd give us your full cooperation." "I need to know everything you know about Thomas Gage." "No." "Not until you tell me what the hell is going on here." "Fine." "But that would be getting into highly classified information regarding national security, which, if you were to reveal it to anyone, would be considered a treasonable offense against the United States of America, punishable by death." "So... you still want to know?" "We recruited Thomas Gage out of Seal Team Six in 1997." "Smart, highly trained, fluent in 11 languages," "Gage was our most effective asset." "We sent him into conflict zones, failed states all over the world." "Gage was adept in every situation." "Unfortunately, he went rogue." "Based on NSA intercepts, we believe that Gage is trying to initiate a catastrophic event, which poses an imminent threat to the country." "So... that man that Gage pushed out the window, he was CIA." "Gary Harper." "One of our best." "We got a tip on Gage's whereabouts." "We sent Harper to bring him in." "Obviously, that operation didn't go as planned." "At which point, you took the body from the morgue." "This is a national security crisis." "We didn't want the NYPD underfoot." "Well, good to know." "So how did you guys get on to Tracy McGrath?" "We monitored data from your precinct." "Her name came up, but unfortunately, by the time our agent got there, she was already dead." "So why did Gage kill her?" "We were hoping you would know." "You can go ahead and answer that." "Yeah, I was planning on it." "Would you mind terribly putting it on speaker?" "Espo, you're on speaker." "Yeah, so, uh, word came down from chief of D's." "He said you were on some kind of special assignment." "What's that about?" "Uh, it's a long story." "What do you got on Tracy McGrath?" "It may be nothing, but she ditched work yesterday for two hours." "She has a notation in her day planner, but all it says is "Pandora."" "You know what?" "Let me get back to you." "What's Pandora?" "According to the chatter," "Pandora is the code name for Gage's mission, which means that the McGrath woman is mixed up in it." "Now the two of you know as much as we do." "Look, you have done impressive work on this case." "I want you to take the lead in finding Thomas Gage." "Sophia" "Martin, we are up against the wall." "The CIA is barred from domestic investigation." "Well, isn't that what the FBI is for?" "Thomas Gage is a hired gun." "We don't know who he works for or how deep this goes." "All I am asking is that you continue your investigation, and we will share all information we get on him." "And what's the catch?" "That you do the same, and that you report only to me." "This has to stay between us." "Our techs have uploaded icons on both your phones, which will connect you to my direct line." "You've seen what Gage is capable of." "He's one of our most dangerous operatives, and I have no doubt that, whatever he is planning, he is completely capable of carrying out." "I wouldn't put you in this position, but this man has to be stopped." "Can I count on you for your help?" "Yes." "Do you realize what this means?" "We're spies." "This is like being in a Jason Bourne movie, only he's the bad guy, and the CIA are the good guys." " That remains to be seen." " Ooh, wait." "I've gotta see those direct-dial icons they put on our phones." "Hey." "Why is mine a panic button?" "I guess she really does know you well." "Okay." " You're upset." " I'm not upset." "Then what are you?" "I am just a little bit uncomfortable with the new command structure." "I don't like keeping secrets from my own people." "You're sure this isn't about Sophia?" "No, why would it be?" "Oh, I don't know." "Maybe because I based a character on her." "Oh, don't flatter yourself, Castle." "It's not that big an honor." "Good, because Sophia is on our side." "We're on the same team." "And that doesn't concern you?" "You don't think that that will undermine our unit cohesion?" "Hey, I am willing to let that slide in the interest of national security." "Yeah, well, I guess I am, too." "It's just, I might have been a little bit taken aback to find out that you had... researched with someone else." "Look, it was never the way it is with you and me." "I just hung out with her for a while to lend some authenticity to Clara Strike." "It was a brief moment a long time ago." "And besides, Nikki Heat is a far more complex and... nuanced character." "She is." "And I'm a far more experienced writer, more mature." " One out of two is..." " Mm." "So how long did the two of you hang out?" "A year?" "That's your idea of a brief moment?" "I was young, and she had a lot to teach me." "Ha!" "Yeah, I'll bet." "A-about the shadowy world of espionage." "Let me ask you this-- how many other women have you semi-stalked in the name of research?" "Is this a trick question?" "You know what?" "I don't even want to know." "Detective Beckett," "Mr. Castle, good of you to drop by." "So tell me about this special assignment of yours." "I'm afraid I can't, sir." "Excuse me?" "Yes, it's on a need-to-know basis." "And I need to know." "Sir, I think that the chief of detectives would back me up on this one." "Well... we'll see about that." "Did you see how mad she was?" "God, that was so good." "So... seriously, what's going on?" "Guys, I'm sorry." "We really can't talk about it." "Come on." "This is us." "No." "Hey, sorry, boys." "Classified." "Top secret." "Our eyes only." "Defcon 1." "And if I did tell you, well, then I'd have to kill you." " Yeah?" "Good luck with that." " Yeah, realistically, that's not" "I'm gonna go on record and say that this sucks." "It sucks." "And noted." "Now let's move on to Tracy McGrath." "Where'd she go after she left work?" "Well, according to her E-Z pass, she drove down the Jersey Turnpike and exited somewhere near Newark Airport." "We're still trying to figure out where she went." "Maybe the answer's still at the crime scene." "There's no signs of forced entry or struggle." "It's like she knew her killer, she let him in." "She walked in front of him, and he shot her in the back of the head." "Which means she knew Gage." "So how is a climate scientist mixed up with a ruthless ex-CIA agent?" "And how is she connected to Pandora?" "There's gotta be something here that ties them together." "Well, she has excellent taste in cars." "Here's an auto repair manual for a 1967 Pontiac GTO." "That's funny." "The keys are sitting on a pile of yesterday's mail." "She drove it before she died." "Except there's no GTO in the street." "Or in the garage, so where's the car?" "I see a recurring charge on her credit card." "It looks like she's paying 100 bucks a month for Frenchie's Parking." "100 bucks?" "That's not gonna get you a space in Manhattan." "Bingo." "Billing info says that Frenchie's is in" "Elizabethport, New Jersey." "That's right near Newark Airport." "So the mystery ride Tracy took has to do with the GTO." "There it is." "Now that is some classic Motor City iron." "400 cubic inches with a Rochester 4-barrel and 360 horsepower." " You know muscle cars?" " Oh, yeah." "We should go to the track sometime, Castle." "See who laps who." "So why do you think Tracy took off work to come down here?" "Maybe to drive it to a clandestine" "Pandora-related, uh, rendezvous?" "No." "Look at the dust on this." "This hasn't gone anywhere in a while." "Castle, look." "Maybe she came to stash something in the trunk." "Handprints, indicating someone's been in there." "Yeah." "That is not original equipment." "No, but it's probably why she came here." "Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Wait--wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "We don't know what's in there." "Yeah, well, there's only one way to find out." "Yeah, but it might be Pandora, as in "Pandora's Box," as in opening that could unleash an unstoppable tide of evil." "Castle, that's a myth." "I'm speaking metaphorically." "Gage is planning a catastrophic event, right?" "So what if there's a doomsday device in that case set to go off when you open it?" "And ground zero is a parking garage in New Jersey?" "I doubt it." "I ju" "That is a military-grade cell phone and a scrambler." "That's spy equipment." "Tracy came here to make a phone call, and I bet you that the last number she dialed is still on the phone." "Close the case and turn around." "Hands in the air." "Gage." "Your weapon and phones on the ground." "Really?" "You put your hands in the air." "Whoa." "Your phones on the ground." "I just upgraded." "This is a brand-new phone." "Now..." "I'm afraid you're not gonna like what comes next." "Castle." "Castle, what are you doing?" "Bracing myself to shield you from a hail of bullets." "Yeah, well, that's very gallant of you, but you can stop bracing." " I think he left." " Oh." "Man, my life was passing before my eyes." "I think I lost track of time." "What do you know about trunk latches?" "Well, the bad news is, this one was not designed to open from the inside." "And the good news?" "At least this time, we're not handcuffed together." "You know, it's surprisingly roomy in here." "Well, it's not that roomy." "Sooner or later, we're gonna run out of air." "We gotta get out of here." "Well, maybe somebody will find us." "Castle, we are locked in the trunk of a car in long-term parking." "It's gonna be hours before anyone realizes that we're missing." "Who do you think is gonna find us?" "I just feel, in situations like this, it's important to have faith." "You pressed the panic button, didn't you?" "Well, if there was ever a time to panic," " I think this was it." " I am" " You should be thanking me." " No." "I am not gonna be rescued by your girlfriend." "Move, Castle." " Ow." "What are you" " I need to get under there." "Hey!" "Hey." "Hey!" "What are you-- what are you doing?" "I got it." "What?" "This." "Here." "Is it in?" "To the left." "Okay." "Push." "Scoot down." " Yes." " Nice." "For you." "I believe this is yours." "Agent Jones found it in the parking structure." "Finding the car was great work." "I think it might just be the break we need." "Well, I can't take all the credit." "Yeah, especially since it was detective Ryan who found it." "Well, in any case, the phone is obviously key, or else Gage wouldn't have gone after it." "Well, Tracy McGrath used it on the day she died." "Maybe she called someone connected to Pandora..." "And then Gage eliminated her and took the phone to tie off all loose ends." "Which still doesn't explain where Gage is now or who Tracy called." "Well, we'll find that out once we track the call she made." "But Gage took the phone." "How can you do that when you don't know what number she called or even the number she called it from?" "By using all the coolest toys." "Bring up Newton Foundation to Frenchie's Parking, commute time by car at 3:00 pm yesterday via the turnpike." "41 minutes." "There was a Fender bender on the GW Bridge." "Factoring the time it would have taken her to get to her car, let's say she got there at 3:45 pm." "Pull up all cell phone traffic for the next 15 minutes." "The call would've pinged off the nearest cell tower." "This guy at the south end of the Newark Airport, which processed... 5,429 calls in the 15-minute time frame." "Filter it to calls just to New York and New Jersey." "That takes us to 4,112." "Now just pay phones and unregistered cells." "Down to 712." "Calls under a minute." "She would've kept it brief." "We're at 42." "Okay, now triangulate those 42 signals, and let's see which one originates closest to that parking structure." "Got it." "Yesterday at 3:56 pm." "This call pinged off the tower and was routed to a pay phone in Brooklyn." "Uh, intersection of Plymouth and Gold." "Wow." "It's gotta be the number Tracy McGrath called." "Get me eyes on that pay phone." "Any local surveillance from yesterday at 3:56 pm." "Found one." "Isolating now." "There's a video." "At 3:56 pm." "Zoom in." "He's got a scrambler." "That's our guy." "He looks familiar." "Freeze there." "Oh, my God." "That's impossible." "He's supposed to be dead." "Who is he?" "Dr. Nelson Blakely." "Mathematics professor." "He was a legend at the agency." "A genius." "Consulted for us, but died in 2002, or at least that's what we thought until just now." "So he faked his own death." "This just keeps getting better." "No, it doesn't, not with what this man is capable of." "Blakely designed math-based predictive models for us, models to help create geopolitical change." "What do you mean by that?" "The agency would bring him a problem-- how can we prevent country "A" from getting the bomb or cause regime change in country "B."" "Blakely found solutions using what he called linchpin theory." "His approach was to find a small event that could trigger a large event." "Like the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand causing World War I." "Exactly." "He once said that you only had to knock over one domino, but if it was the right domino, the rest would fall." "If Blakely is the one who planned Pandora, this is beyond a worst-case scenario." "Blakely is just a hired gun, like Gage." "He's not the one behind this." "Agent Turner, I've got it." "The video's clean enough to track his lip movement." "What's he saying?" "Meet me Thursday at 5:00 pm." "Bishop A-5, bishop C-4, pawn E-3." "Chess moves?" "Blakely was a world-class chess player." "It's some sort of code." "Run that pattern against anything in the encryption database." "This takes us into a sensitive area." "For your eyes only." "I get it." "Thank you so much for your help." "Agent Jones will show you out." "W-wait a minute." "What about Gage?" "We need to invest all of our resources into finding Blakely." "He's the weak link here." "Right, but if you find something on Gage, you'll let us know." "Absolutely." "We're in this together." "You know what I think?" "I think we should crack that chess code." "The CIA can handle it, Castle." "With their track record?" "I'm not so sure." "I'm just sayin'." "Look, we decipher that code, we can save this country from a nameless cataclysmic event." "Look, if you want to go after Blakely, go ahead." "I'm a homicide detective." "I have to find Thomas Gage, and I can't do that by answering to Sophia Turner." "What do you mean?" "He killed two people, Castle." "Do you think she even cares about that?" "No." "She's got a whole different agenda." "Yeah, like saving the world." "We're all on the same team here." "No, you're on her team, 'cause the way you look at her, you're sure as hell not on mine." "Seriously?" "This is a secure facility." "We need to keep it that way." "I just had a talk with Alexis." "I am so pleased you are on board with this internship." "Because I was forced to be on board." "How could you let that happen, mother?" "Oh, darling, don't be silly." "And you're just in a foul mood because you had a spat with Beckett." "I am not in a" "How did you find out about that?" "No, wait." "Let me guess." " Beckett to Lanie to Alexis to you." " W" "See?" "This, this is what I was afraid of." "For your information, we did not have a spat." "I simply chose to work at home today." "On a case involving vanishing bodies and special assignments." "Really?" "She told you that, too?" " Is nothing sacred?" " Not much." "Yes, well, in any event, I'm not allowed to discuss it." "Oh, please." "When has that stopped you before?" "Well, clearly it's time" "I start setting some boundaries around here." "All right." "I can tell you this much." " I'm working on a code..." " Uh-huh." "Involving these three chess pieces." "The answer to which could avert a catastrophe." "Two bishops and a pawn." "What could it mean?" " I don't know." " Ohh." "I've been looking up classic strategies." "I've looked up famous chess matches with Fischer, Karpov, Kasparov, but this pattern never occurs." "Maybe the pieces have nothing to do with the chess game." "Maybe the pieces represent something else... entirely." "Yo, Beckett." "Nothing on Gage, but remember you asked me to look for a link between Tracy McGrath and some guy named Nelson Blakely?" "Yeah." "I found one from ten years ago." "Tracy and a bunch of her grad student friends went on a white-water rafting trip with a Dr. Blakely, their professor, although it wasn't a good time for him." "He drowned during the trip." "So he faked his death and Tracy was in on it." "Who faked his death" " Blakely?" "Uh..." "I'm sorry." "I can't tell you." "You know, a man can only take so much." "Hey." " Hey." "What are you doing here?" " I found something." "It's about Blakely." "Well, shouldn't you tell Sophia about it?" "She isn't my partner." "You are." "May I?" "All right." "Bishop, bishop, pawn." "We know Blakely was a world-class chess player." "Tracy McGrath played, too." "She had a game timer." "Yet, this placement makes no tactical sense." "I'm guessing you got a theory?" "I don't think the pieces have anything to do with the game." "I think Blakely was leaving Tracy a coded message, telling her where to meet him." "Maybe even a place where they play chess." "Okay, well, uh, people play chess in parks." "Uh, Central Park, Washington Square Park-- those would be great places to meet up with someone without drawing attention." "Exactly." "Now what if each piece stood for the first letter of a word?" "Bishop for "B," pawn for "P"?" "Okay, "B" and then seven spaces, that could be..." "Brooklyn." "And Blakely made his phone call from Brooklyn." "So Brooklyn" " B-B-P." "Uh, Brooklyn..." "Bridge Park?" "That meeting is at 5:00." "That's in half an hour." "If Blakely shows, we can find out what Pandora is and we can find Gage." "What do you say?" "Blakely should've been here by now." "Maybe he knows that Tracy's dead or maybe Gage already killed him." "I choose the audacity of hope." "I say, he'll be here." "Well, then shouldn't you call Sophia?" "And look like an ass if I'm wrong?" "You know, I have to admit, I'm actually kind of surprised that you've never mentioned her before." "I wasn't allowed to." "She is an active CIA agent." "I see." "Look, if you want," "I will answer any question you have about her-- anything at all." "No." "Thanks." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I mean, it's really none of my business." "Okay." "Well, we're done with it then." "Fine." "So... how close were the two of you exactly?" "There he is." "Come on, Castle." "You said I could ask you anything." "No, seriously." "There he is." "Dr. Blakely." "I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else." "No, there is no mistake." "How did you find me?" "Through Tracy." "She's dead." "If they got to her, they can get to me." "We need to leave here now." "I always knew this day would come." "But Tracy..." "Dr. Blakely, what's going on?" "What's Pandora?" "I need you to drive me to pier 32." "You're not in a position to bargain here." "I got in this car voluntarily, and I'll get right back out if you don't take me where I want to go." "Okay, what's at pier 32?" "Once we're there," "I'll tell you what you want to know." "You were top of your field, a professor, an advisor for the CIA." "Why fake your own death?" "I brought down nations for the agency." "I played God, but... my linchpin theory didn't factor in the human cost." "I knew they'd never let me leave, so I died and was reborn." "And the only one who knew was Tracy?" "She was my lifeline." "She steered consulting work my way." "I helped reduce cholera in Africa." "I predicted that a lone act of civil disobedience would trigger an uprising and remake the arab world." "I-I did good things." "Who killed her?" "The same man that's trying to pull off Pandora." "You mean, they're trying to make it happen?" "This is even worse than I thought." "All right, talk." "I need to go inside first." "You're not going anywhere until you tell me about Pandora." "What is it?" "It was the name of a white paper that I wrote." "For whom?" "I was hired by a think tank to identify weaknesses in US security so they could be shored up, protected." "I found an alarming vulnerability-- a linchpin that was tied to the economy that would cause crisis and devastation beyond anything we'd ever seen." "The dominos would just never stop falling." "I asked Tracy to follow up with the think tank, but they don't exist." "Whoever they are, I gave them the blueprint that will bring about the end of our country as we know it." "Dr. Blakely, what is the linchpin?" "A flock of pigeons?" "Blakely, the linchpin, what is it?" "Pigeons don't fly in flocks unless they're fleeing a predator." "They're here." "Wait." "Wait!" "Wait!" "Wait!" " Hey!" " Blakely!" "Come on." "Come on!" " Beckett!" " Hold on, Castle." " Hold on!" " Brake!" "Beckett!" "Hold on, Castle!" "Aah!"