Previously on Castle...
There was a word "LokSat."
I forwarded the whole thing to Agent McCord.
Twelve hours later, they were dead.
And what is LokSat?
A very powerful and a very dirty analyst inside the CIA.
- Caleb Brown. - He'll lead us straight to LokSat.
This cell phone is enabled with GPS and will only function at Aster Park.
You can trace LokSat's next call.
This is it. It's our one shot at LokSat.
Don't you just love this song?
Ripped & Corrected By mstoll
Okay, it's almost time.
All right. Shall we review?
Please.
All right, according to Caleb,
this phone is gonna ring at exactly 8:00 a.m.
Now, because it's GPS-enabled, it will only work in this particular park.
At which time an electronically altered voice,
most likely LokSat's, will issue Caleb his orders.
Orders that I'll intercept and trace with a cellular relay.
Okay, I'm gonna attach you to the relay.
You connected, Vikram?
Synced up and ready to go.
Guys, this is it.
If all goes well, we'll identify LokSat and finally take his ass down.
And if anything goes sideways, we immediately shut it down
and meet up at the precinct. Got it?
Roger that.
- Are you thinking what I'm thinking? - Mmm-hmm.
You want a Fudgsicle, too?
I know. Could be a trap.
Just because Caleb switched sides,
doesn't mean that LokSat doesn't have him under surveillance.
Any one of these people could be a LokSat agent,
or even LokSat himself.
You care to put a wager on it?
Wager on what?
On which one's LokSat.
I got 20 bucks says it's that handsy yogi over there.
I'm going for the Carrot Top Cruella de Vil.
Wait a minute, does she look a bit like your first ex-wife?
She kind of does. Oh, my God.
Could my ex-wife be LokSat?
'Cause in a lot of ways, that would make perfect sense.
All right, Vikram. Here we go.
Good morning, Caleb. I have an urgent matter for you.
There's an abandoned warehouse
near Broadway and Flushing in Brooklyn.
There's a security booth in the parking lot.
Dead drop a flash drive with the new bank routing numbers
in the top drawer of that booth at precisely noon today
for my accountant to retrieve.
That is all for now.
- Did you get a trace? - I don't know.
The call was short.
Wait, I got something.
Oh, no. It says here the call originated in DYE-2.
Uh, what's that?
It's an abandoned Cold War radar station in the Arctic Circle.
LokSat must've set up a cellular relay there.
Guys, this is a dead end.
Or is it an opportunity? We all heard Caleb's instructions.
LokSat's accountant is going to expose himself at that dead drop.
Talk about high on the food chain. If we get LokSat's accountant...
It could bring us one step closer to LokSat himself.
Vikram, send an encrypted email to Caleb.
He's gonna have to show up at that dead drop.
And you have to get ahold of Hayley. We need all the help we can get.
No matter how long I've been on the job,
the burned ones always get me.
Yo, Lanie, do we have a name?
No, he's a John Doe.
Do we know who owns the car?
It was stolen last night from a used car lot.
Unfortunately, I can't tell you much right now,
other than the victim was male,
and you see these burnt remnants around his legs, hands and face?
- Duct tape? - Yep.
Our victim was bound, gagged and very much alive
when the killer lit the fire.
Hell of a way to go.
Yo, this is an Andercott briefcase, very high-end.
You can still make out the serial number on the frame.
If we're lucky, our victim registered it, and we can get his name that way.
Killer chose this location for a reason.
Vacant buildings on either side, not a security camera in sight.
It rained last night, so clearly these tracks were made afterwards.
Might be from the killer walking to his getaway car.
Yeah. You know, why don't we make impressions
of all the shoe prints and tire tracks?
Maybe we'll get lucky.
And what do I need these for?
Like I said, you're the lookout.
When we do our surveillance of LokSat's accountant,
we're gonna need you to find a high vantage point,
be our eye in the sky.
There's not a guitar in there, is there?
Not the kind that plays music.
- Uh, Hayley. - Hmm.
In case anything goes wrong...
I will get Martha and Alexis here and I will protect them.
You have my word.
Thank you. I owe you one.
And by one, I mean more like one dozen.
Mmm.
After we take down LokSat,
I am thinking I might tender my resignation.
So you want to go back to being a government analyst?
I want to go back to being boring. Kind of forgotten what that feels like.
I know that probably sounds stupid.
No. No, not at all.
Thank you for doing this with me.
Are you kidding? Thank you for everything.
We're almost there.
Yeah, almost.
Speaking of, we should head out.
Hey, Cap.
I'm sorry. Are we... Are we interrupting something?
Uh, no, what's going on?
Well, we got a lead on our homicide.
The tire impressions made by our killer's getaway car
show that the wheels were staggered,
meaning the ones in back were larger than the ones up front.
So the car's exotic?
Well, specifically, it means that the car was either mid or rear engine.
So even though we don't have any traffic cams
from near the crime scene,
we can scrub footage from the surrounding areas and...
And hopefully find a car that fits the bill.
Okay, good job. I'll leave you guys to it.
Yo, Beckett.
Is there something going on that we should know about?
No.
Vikram, you got a view on that security booth?
Completely unobstructed.
Okay, between the both of us,
we should get a good photo of that accountant.
And you're sure that's all we'll need?
Yeah, Vikram's gonna run the accountant's photo
through facial recognition, we'll ID it,
and then we'll track him down later.
Hayley, you in position?
That's an affirmative.
Guitar all tuned up and ready to play?
Just about.
Castle, you see anything?
No, just two sewer rats fighting over a piece of pizza.
- Hayley? - Yeah?
- You see anything? - All quiet on the western front.
I don't get it.
Caleb sent me back an encrypted email
confirming he'd make the drop at noon sharp.
Don't worry, he'll be here.
What f-stop are you using?
Excuse me?
F-stop. It's a function on the camera. It tells it how much light...
Yeah, no, I know what an f-stop is.
This isn't a shoot for National Geographic.
It's on auto.
No, no, no. Never use auto. Here, let me get that for you.
- Castle, stop messing with my stuff. - Ow!
I thought you liked it when I messed with your stuff.
Hey, I hate to interrupt your pillow talk, but Caleb Brown's just arrived.
All right, guys, eyes peeled. The accountant's gonna be nearby.
Okay, Caleb's making the drop.
Espo, kind of busy here.
I know. I know. But listen.
I traced the serial number on that briefcase from the crime scene.
It belongs to Caleb Brown,
so I had the lab run his DNA. It's a match.
Caleb's dead. He's our victim.
- Espo, are you there? - What is it?
That's not Caleb.
Castle, this is a trap.
Anyone there? Can you hear us?
Hayley? Vikram?
They got a frequency jammer. Castle, we're cut off.
Uh-oh.
Open fire!
Castle!
Sniper!
I don't have a clear shot.
- I'm out. - Yeah, same.
Get in!
Mason?
We're out of here.
No one's following. We're clear.
That was amazing.
Mason, you, sir, are quite literally a lifesaver.
And talk about a getaway vehicle.
A Korean barbeque taco truck! Are you serious?
Is anyone hungry right now?
Because I could totally whip up some kimchi tostadas.
- Who are you? - Whoa. Easy now.
Whoa. No, no, no. Kate, Kate, Kate, this is Mason Wood.
He's the head of the Greatest Detective Society.
I told you about meeting him in LA.
That doesn't mean that we can trust him.
Fine, don't trust me.
But would you mind pointing that thing away from me?
It makes me just a bit nervous.
Don't worry, she's out of bullets.
Why would you tell him that?
Because he saved our lives, and he's a friend.
Who just happened to be at the right place, at the right time,
with the right Korean BBQ taco truck?
I don't think so.
She does make a good point. Mason, what are you doing here?
Your mother sent me.
My mother?
You know Martha?
No, not that mother, the other one. The stepmother, Rita.
How do you know her?
Once upon a time I was a lawyer with the State Department.
And on an overseas assignment,
Rita was in my convoy going to the embassy.
We were hit. We were taken hostage.
If it hadn't been for Rita, I...
Look, I just owe her, all right?
And when she called and said that you two
were sticking your noses into something dangerous
and needed a babysitter, I said okay.
Did she tell you about LokSat...
Okay. Stop right there.
Now, whatever this is, and whoever you have obviously pissed off,
the less I know about this,
the better my chances are of staying alive.
Remember, I'm just a babysitter.
So I'll change your diapers and feed you your bottle
and save you from a strike force of armed mercenaries,
but I am not joining your fight.
Here, give me your cell phone. Hit squad can find us on it.
I'm gonna dump them.
Here. You're welcome to take anything you need. It's all untraceable.
Good luck to both of you.
How do we thank you?
You solved my friend's murder back in LA.
Let's call it even.
Here.
How did that happen? We were careful.
LokSat must've discovered that Caleb betrayed him and then got wind of us.
So LokSat killed Caleb,
and then all he had to do was hack into Caleb's account
and send a fake email to Vikram, agreeing to make that drop.
LokSat is going to keep coming for us.
Worse, he's going to come after our families.
Okay, well, my dad's away on business so he's okay for now,
but you gotta get Hayley to pick up Alexis and Martha
and take them to the PI office safe room.
What about Vikram? He's in danger, too.
I'll track him down, and then we'll meet up and we'll make a plan.
No, no, no. Come on. Don't give me that face.
Just say we'll meet at the PI office.
We'll meet at the PI office.
Okay.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Yo.
Hey, still haven't found any rear or mid-engine cars yet,
but I still have several traffic cams to scrub through, so...
Check this out.
CSU uncovered a message in that burned-out trunk.
Now, I think it was from Caleb.
He must've scratched it when the killer was driving him
to that empty parking lot.
He carved it into the metal. It survived the blaze.
Was he trying to ID his killer for us?
Right-Hand Man.
Whose right-hand man?
LokSat's.
Who's LokSat?
Caleb left that message for Beckett.
You're still not answering the question, Vikram.
Who the hell is LokSat?
The big bad wolf.
The person behind Senator Bracken, Allison Hyde, the hit squads,
every terrible thing that's happened to me and Beckett
for the past nine months.
You shouldn't have told them.
Yeah, you should have.
Now tell us everything.
Come on.
No, no, no. He's okay, he's okay, he's okay.
It's about bloody time you got here.
Oh, Richard, darling. Oh, thank goodness you're all right.
Thank you.
- Where's Katherine? - She's coming.
So, what's going on? Why are we in lockdown?
You didn't tell them?
Considering the danger, I didn't think it was my place.
Dad, does this have something to do with what you found out in LA?
Of course, I apologize. Uh, you both have a right to know.
This all started when...
So Caleb was burned alive
because LokSat found out that he switched sides
and was working with you?
Yeah, and now LokSat is going after Vikram, Castle, me,
anyone that knows anything about them.
So I need you guys to forget everything that you just heard.
Oh, no, I'm afraid we can't do that, boss.
You guys, LokSat took out my entire AG team.
I'm not going to let that happen to you.
And we're not gonna let you go to war without your two best soldiers.
Right now, there's no war to be fought.
Castle and I are probably gonna have to disappear for a while,
at least until we find another lead on LokSat.
Beckett, we already have one.
Caleb ID'd his killer.
LokSat's right-hand man. You know what this means?
Catching Caleb's killer will put us on a path to LokSat.
Guys, I got him.
- The right-hand man? - Yeah.
I found a credit card hit off of Caleb's financials.
He ate alone at a diner last night.
They just emailed me the security cam footage from the parking lot.
That's Caleb with the briefcase?
Yes. And that's got to be LokSat's right-hand man.
So this is right before he torched Caleb.
He never had a chance.
Can you run facial recognition?
No, we only have his profile.
LokSat and his cleaner have had us running for cover
like they're the hunters.
That's good.
They'll never see us coming.
That is not what we agreed to.
You were supposed to grab Vikram and then come straight here.
I know, but that was before the guys were brought in on this
and before we got actionable evidence on LokSat.
I can't leave now.
Well, then I'm coming down there.
Uh, no, no, absolutely not. You can't risk coming out in the open.
And you can't risk staying in the open.
Castle, I'm in one of the safest buildings in the city, a police station.
And better yet, my police station, with my cops.
Nothing's gonna happen to me while I'm here.
Captain Beckett.
Babe, I gotta go.
Will you stay at the precinct?
Yes, I promise. I'll stay here.
- I love you. - I love you, too.
- What do you got? - We found him.
So, we scrubbed through every available traffic cam
around the crime scene,
and we were only able to find one car with staggered wheels
due to being mid-engine.
Which matches the tire impressions we found at the crime scene.
This is the car five blocks from the vacant lot, driving away.
No plates.
So, how do we know that LokSat's right-hand man is driving the car?
Just wait.
Using traffic cams, we can follow the car to what we assume is his house.
That's him, all right.
- Who owns the home? - A shell corporation.
Now watch.
This is a live shot.
He's still there.
All right, grab your tact gear. We're going to that house.
Excuse me, Beckett,
correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you just tell Castle
that you're staying put here at the precinct?
You think I'm gonna send you into harm's way
while I'm sitting safe behind a desk? No, not gonna happen.
You got a target on your back. We don't.
You're staying here.
- He does know that I'm Captain, right? - Yes, ma'am.
You can fire us both for insubordination, if you want.
Otherwise, we got this.
A feisty Merlot,
elegant spread, delightful company.
If I wasn't scared out of my mind, this would be a lovely afternoon.
I should be with Kate. I promised her we'd take down LokSat together.
You also promised you'd stay here.
I'm going to the precinct.
- Oh, no. - I'll be fine.
- Don't worry, don't worry. - I don't think...
Hey, it's okay. It's fine.
It'll be fine.
Don't worry. I will see you soon.
Okay? I'll see you soon.
What are you doing?
You can't go out there alone. Someone has to watch your back.
And someone has to watch theirs.
I don't know those guys out front. I know you.
Stay with them. Please.
No need, I'm armed. I'm packing.
- See, I'll be fine. - Mmm.
Be careful.
All right, Beckett, we're ready to breach.
Go.
Move!
Front room, clear.
Room all clear!
Get the closets.
Clear!
Come on, guys, talk to me. What do you see?
Bedroom, clear.
Clear.
The place is empty, Captain.
And by empty, we mean completely empty.
No furniture, no right-hand man, no nothing.
Beckett, he tricked us.
12th Precinct, please, 24th and 7th.
As fast as you can.
You got it, pal.
Don't you just love this song?
CSU's taking the place apart.
They're not gonna find anything.
The place was a way station.
You think he planned for us to follow him there?
LokSat's people are CIA, which means they are experts at tactical subterfuge.
My guess is Mr. Right-Hand Man anticipated our ability
to track down his vehicle from the crime scene,
and he led us to a place where he knew he could lose us.
And your guess would be right.
Surveillance cameras on the street behind the house
were disabled yesterday morning.
So our guy walked right in the front door,
walked right out the back.
Which means we have no way of knowing where he went.
Ah...
Good. Awake and alert, I see.
Who are you?
Does it matter?
I understand that, as a writer,
the naming of a thing would seem to be of paramount importance.
But trust me,
my name is the least consequential thing for you to know right now.
It's an embarrassing name, isn't it?
Like a boy named Sue? Maybe your mother called you Dufus?
I was named by the State.
But for operational purposes, I'm known as Mr. Flynn,
and I've been entrusted with your interrogation.
By the time we're done,
you will have revealed the names of everyone who knows about LokSat.
So you can kill them? Forget it.
I'm not telling you anything.
I'm not betraying anyone.
I don't care how many thumb screws you put to me.
Oh, no. I don't believe in torture.
Science is much more effective,
and the company has made great leaps in the field of chemical truth agents.
Within the hour, you will tell me everything I want to know,
and then you will die.
Now, tell me honestly, was knowing my name really that important?
Dead end is not good enough.
This guy doesn't get to be smarter than us.
There's too much at stake here.
If we lose this thread, then we're just sitting ducks.
I need a miracle, guys.
- Okay, you got it. - One miracle coming up.
Castle?
No, it's Mason Wood.
Uh...
I thought that you were done with us.
I was, but unfortunately for me,
I think I may have a lead that could help you.
What kind of a lead?
A source that I worked with back in the early aughts.
He's a facilitator for extra-legal intelligence operations.
If anybody knows the dark side of the CIA, it's him.
Good, then we'll go see him.
No, no, not "we," me.
No, uh, Mason...
This guy's default setting is early '70s conspiracy thriller.
He won't talk to you. Hell, he might not even talk to me.
Mason, this is my fight,
and you're not gonna know the right questions to ask.
I have to be there.
All right. Meet me in an hour at the corner of Grand and East Broadway.
Correct dosage is the key.
Just enough to compromise the central cortex and the parietal lobe.
Too much and, well...
Let's just say that forgetting how to breathe is kind of a drag.
- Can I ask you a personal question? - No.
As I said, I was raised by the State. I never had a family growing up.
I never knew love in the way that you so clearly do.
Well, why don't you unstrap me, I'll come give you a big hug.
I've read your files.
You were an incorrigible playboy before you met Katherine Beckett.
What changed?
I fell in love with her.
Why?
Because I'd never met anyone like her.
Well, you've never met anyone like me.
Yeah, but you don't have the legs,
or the eyes, or the brains, or the heart.
Beckett makes me laugh. She challenges me.
I became a better man... Why am I telling you this?
Right.
But these feelings make you vulnerable. Surely, you must see that.
Yeah, well, what's the alternative?
To be like you? A man alone, without empathy?
She's the reason you are on this table.
If you'd never met her, you'd most likely have a very long life ahead of you.
Surely, you would take a do-over, if offered.
No, I wouldn't.
Hmm.
- Interesting. - She's gonna find you.
You and LokSat. And she's gonna bury you both.
And I can't tell a lie, right?
Yes, but the fact that you believe it, does not make it the truth.
Kate Beckett is going to be dead by the end of the night,
and there is nothing you can do about it.
- Have you seen Beckett? - No.
Hey, guys, I got something.
I pulled all active and passive cell phone signals
originating from the cell tower that served the empty house.
There must've been hundreds.
Try thousands, which was daunting.
But then I screened them against phone signals
along the route the right-hand man took from the crime scene to the house,
and those IMEI numbers started to shrink.
Until only one remained.
That, gentlemen, is Right-Hand Man's phone number.
Can you locate where that phone is right now?
I can try.
Thanks for sharing your personal feelings.
They've given me some real insight.
You know, you don't have to do this.
Clearly, you're looking for something more.
Oh, no. You misunderstood me.
I'm not yearning for a happy family,
simply insight into how best to dissect one.
Now, time to get down to business.
Look, um, maybe I could make a quick trip to the little boys' room
before we get started with any more questions.
Oh.
I won't be asking the hard questions.
Who will?
My boss, the man you call LokSat.
Surprise.
You're LokSat?
Yes. Although, technically,
that's the code name for my extra-legal operations.
So, everything that happened in LA, the GDS, that was all a lie?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
The Greatest Detective Society is very real,
connected in no way to my work with the CIA.
Think of it as a fun hobby.
My stepmother? Is she dead?
Not yet.
But I needed you to trust me
so I could find out who else knew about my existence
before I kill you two.
So, let's get right to it
because I have to meet your wife in just a few minutes.
- Is he ready? - Yes, sir.
All right, then. Truth time.
Who knows about me? Beckett, obviously. And Vikram.
What about Hayley Shipton?
Yes.
Detectives Ryan and Esposito?
Yes.
What about your mother?
Yes.
Ah...
Your daughter?
- Yes. - Yes.
Aw...
Anyone else?
No.
Good. That will be a weight off my shoulders
once everyone has been neutralized.
Don't do this, please.
There is no shame in losing, Mr. Castle.
Only in the hubris that made you think that this could end any other way.
Whew.
That was difficult to watch.
I'm sure you're finding it hard to live with yourself.
It's understandable,
knowing what's coming next for your loved ones.
This will end your pain.
This will end everything.
We have reason to believe there's a murder suspect in this building.
We need to search it from top to bottom.
Sorry, Officer, but that's not going to happen.
This building belongs to the Central Intelligence Agency.
It's protected by the National Security Act. I can't let you in.
I don't care if it's protected by the Hulk.
We're gonna tear this place apart.
Hands in the air!
Where is this guy?
Where is he?
What, no alcohol swab this time?
No need. This stuff will kill you in about 12 seconds.
Or, and just go with me on this, we could skip it.
There's no reason this has to end in tragedy.
Everything ends in tragedy, even an epic love story like yours.
NYPD! Hands in the air, now!
- Of course. I just need to turn this... - Ryan!
- Are you okay? - Mason Wood is LokSat.
He's going after Beckett. He's gonna kill her.
We have to warn her.
Dispatch, this is Esposito. I need backup...
This building is a black site.
All cell and radio communications are jammed.
- We gotta go. - Let's move!
Go!
Call them off!
They wouldn't listen even if I asked them to.
Which I won't.
Where's Mason taking Beckett to kill her?
I have no idea.
We'll see.
I sure hope I get the correct dosage,
because forgetting to breathe can be such a drag.
Now you're gonna tell me everything I wanna know.
Where is Mason taking Beckett?
Where?
Here.
There's a kill room in the basement with an incinerator.
That's where you were going to end up afterwards.
How do I get a message to Beckett?
You can't. I told you.
They shut down all the signals the second the police arrived.
How do we get out of here?
You don't.
That door is the only way out,
and they have more bullets than you.
You and Mr. Castle have quite a bond.
Unusual in your line of work.
Yeah, I'm crazy for him. He's the love of my life.
And he understands the sacrifices that I have to make to do this job, so.
Clearly whomever you're up against is quite deadly.
Ever consider just walking away?
Every day.
Why didn't you?
I took an oath.
People that I cared about were murdered,
and they deserve justice.
Must be hard carrying that weight.
I don't carry it alone.
Here we are.
The wet wall.
What are you doing?
That's the street-side. You can't get out.
We don't have to get out. We can get in.
We can escape down there.
If we stop shooting, they're coming in.
Don't worry about us. Go get Beckett.
So, who is this guy we're going to see?
Oh, he's sort of a Milo Minderbinder.
Owes me for retrieving some things that were stolen from him.
He's gonna meet us down here.
I told him you were coming. You'd better let me do all the talking...
Pull the gun out of your pocket. Two fingers, put it on the ground.
Knock it off.
I know it's you.
Now, gun on the floor. Nice and slow.
I was, uh, worried you might be too smart to fall for this.
What's in the other pocket?
Oh, this? It's just insurance.
You see, mine is made of plastic,
so it's unaffected by the electromagnet in the ceiling.
And I'm afraid I have some more bad news for you.
Your husband's dead.
You're lying.
No, I'm not.
He died about the same time I was picking you up.
As a matter of fact, his body is in the furnace behind you there,
being reduced to a few pounds of ashes.
I think it's very fitting that your lives together end in fire, don't you?
I'm not going in there without a fight.
That's very brave of you, but it won't be much of a fight.
Drop the gun, or I will kill you!
Castle, stand back!
Meanwhile, in a dramatic scene,
dozens of local and federal law enforcement officials
descended on a building in Midtown tonight,
rescuing several police officers and arresting almost a dozen people.
Thank you.
How long before the CIA connection comes out?
Not long. It's too big a story for the Agency to bury.
- Get ready for hearings out the wazoo. - Yeah.
So that's it? We're finally in the clear.
Yes, we're gonna go to a bar and celebrate. Yeah?
Okay, have fun.
So, you're handing in your resignation?
No, boring is overrated.
Yo, Vikram, you coming?
It's 7:00 in the morning.
- It's New York City. - Yeah.
- Hey! - I'm gonna yell at you later,
but for now, I'm just glad you're both okay.
Oh, thank you.
Hey, Lanie. You coming?
- I'll check you later. - Okay.
I feel like I could sleep for a week.
How about some breakfast first? Best way to start off a hibernation.
Uh, you know what? Why don't we just order in?
- You don't have to cook. - I love cooking for you.
And I love when you cook for me.
I'm gonna go change.
All right.
Hey, Beckett?
Yeah?
If Mason had an incinerator in the basement,
why wouldn't he just dispose of Caleb's body there?
I told Mason that you would figure it out...
- Castle. - ...but the old man wouldn't listen to me.
- Caleb, don't... - Sorry, Rick,
but how am I gonna enjoy my retirement with you and the Mrs. Hunting me?
Castle!
Well, I guess this is it.
It doesn't have to be. We could go to dinner, debrief each other.
Why, Castle? So I can be another one of your conquests?
Or I could be one of yours.
It was nice to meet you, Castle.
It's too bad. It would've been great.
You have no idea.
Every writer needs inspiration and I found mine.
Always.
Ripped & Corrected By mstoll