Castle (2009–2016): Season 4, Episode 15 - Pandora - full transcript

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.

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 is this guy?

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!