Castle (2009–2016): Season 6, Episode 6 - Get a Clue - full transcript

(Squeaks)

(Castle) This is straight
out of a slasher flick.

Usually find murder victims at
the end of hallways like these.

Cannot believe Alexis lives here.

Richard, Alexis and Pi
have invited us for dinner.

(Siren wailing in distance)
This is a big step for them.

So let us not be judgmental.

Fine.

Besides... (Snickers)

Remember the hovel you
lived in in college? (Chuckles)

Only difference is I wasn't
shacking up with Pi.

(Knocks on door) (Sighs)

Well, it's nice that

you're keeping an open mind, dear.

Mm. Hi!

Hi. You're here!

Come on in. I'm so excited
for you to see our place.

Come on.

Oh... my. Your first place.

- Oh.
- (Laughs) Hey! Mr. C.!

Welcome. And prepare yourself

for some savory and sustainable dining.

Ah, let me guess. There will be fruit.

(Pi laughs)

I'll make a fruitarian
out of you yet, Mr. C.

Great. Huh?

Uh, here is a, um, little
housewarming present.

(Pi) Ooh. And it needs sunlight,

and there's a little gift card as well.

Thank you, gram.

Well? What do you think?

Oh, I think it's adorable.

Yeah, we've had lots of fun fixing it up.

We were eating on a blanket on the floor,

but then we found this old door
and set it up as a table.

And I found the chairs
next to a restaurant dumpster.

- Oh!
- Dumpster chairs. That's...

Great.

Well, there is nothing like

La vie bohème to get the blood flowing.

I'll take that.

(Whispers) Be nice.

(Normal voice) Oh, look.

A futon.

(Laughter)

(Martha) Oh, yes. (Laughs)

You know, if you guys
want something real to sit on,

I have an old couch in
storage. I could just--

Hmm. Uh, I don't know, Mr. C. Um...

What color is it?

Free.

Dad, we're fine. We have
everything we need.

So, Pi, Alexis tells me
that you have a new job.

I do indeed. I am tracking
bee populations in the city

- for an N.G.O.
- Uh-huh.

It's a lot like the job
I did in Costa Rica.

We're assessing the colony's
strength and numbers.

So you're... Counting bees.

Well, there's a little more
to it than that, Mr. C.,

but... yeah.

And that's a real job?

Yes, it's a real job.

Bees are vital to the food supply.

It's important work.

Well...

So long as it puts fruit on the table.

Speaking of the table, I am famished.

Shall we dine?

(Pi) Yes, let's do that.

Needless to say, dinner was a disaster,

but the real disaster is that

Alexis has moved in with this guy.

He's just so wrong for her.

Yeah, well, she'll figure it out.

At least she's not living
in squalor. That's good.

No, it's not good. I was
hoping for squalor.

I was counting on squalor.

Because Alexis cannot last in squalor.

I was just hoping this
whole thing would blow over.

She would see Pi for the
ambition-free hippie

that he is, and now he's morphed

into some kind of new age crusader.

It's as though he's turned
being a charming man-child

into a career.

Yeah, that doesn't sound familiar, does it?

What I need is a good murder
so I can stop obsessing.

(Ryan) Well, we got one for
you, Castle. (Siren wailing)

Our victim is Susannah Richland, 28.

Business card says she's an accountant.

(Camera shutter clicking)

How does an accountant end up like this?

Freaky, huh?

Look at those marks on her hand.
They look like stigmata.

Yeah, the way she's posed
might suggest a crucifixion.

(Lanie) Except the cause of death

is probably that stab wound to the throat

- from a double-edged
blade like a dagger. - A dagger?

Maybe this is some kind
of ritualistic sacrifice.

Or maybe the killer wanted
to make it look like it was.

Note the lack of blood.
I'd say she was moved here

but killed somewhere else.

Might I suggest a sacrificial altar?

No, you may not.

Do we have a time of death?

I'm thinking 10:00 to midnight.

All right, uh, I'll start a canvass

and start gathering security video,

see if I can find someone
who witnessed the body drop.

Yeah, and get ahold of the FBI,

see if they have any other
murders with the same MO

- Yeah, okay.
- Hey, just got off the phone with Susannah's boss.

He knows of nothing in her life
that would explain this.

But he did say she'd been acting odd lately

and that she'd asked for a week off

to handle a personal matter.

And he didn't know what it was?

No. Neither did any of her co-workers.

All right, contact her family and friends.

Let's see if they knew.

- Castle and I are gonna go to her apartment.
- All right.

(Castle) Did you know
of any personal matters

she might have been dealing with?

No, but something was up.

Last week, she started keeping
odd hours, staying out too late.

It wasn't like her.

Did she have any visitors,
any men in her life?

Not that I ever saw.

(Keys jangle, lock turns) Be sure
to lock up when you're done.

Thanks.

An apparently ordinary accountant

brutally slain and ritually posed,

all while tending to a personal matter

shrouded in secrecy.

It's not shrouded in secrecy.

- We just don't know what it is yet.
- Yeah.

My version has more dramatic flair.

She's got a lot of books
here on medieval history.

Maybe her dark secret

has something to do with the dark ages.

That could explain
the way we found her body.

Castle, you might be on to something.

Look at this.

Religious icons and pagan symbols.

This fascination of hers is recent.

All these books were checked out
of the library three days ago.

Okay, so what does that
have to do with her murder?

I think I know the answer.

The pentagram, the all-seeing eye...

both of those are
power objects in dark magic.

All these elements...earth, air,

fire, water, ether...all medieval symbols

that are sometimes associated
with satanic practices.

Susannah was into the occult.

The occult? I know my cousin.

No way was she mixed up
with that kind of thing.

Well, we found these symbols
at her place, Mr. Collins,

along with some books on medieval history.

Any idea why they'd be there?

No. I mean, she was a history buff,

but more American history,
not that kind of thing.

Did she have any, uh, enemies
in her life, Mr. Collins?

Any relationship issues?

Not that I know of.

I just...I don't understand
who would do this to her.

When was the last time you saw her?

Maybe... three weeks ago.

I was her only family,

so we'd get together
for dinner every few months.

But it's strange. (Sighs) She, um...

She actually called me
last night out of the blue.

And what did she say?

That she had something

that she wanted to talk to me about.

What was that?

I didn't even get a chance to ask.

She got interrupted or something,

said she'd call me right back,

but she never did.

But now I know why.

(Elevator bell dings)

So the FBI doesn't have
any murders in their database

that match this MO

Which leaves us with my theory...

our victim was dabbling with black magic,

and she conjured up a demon.

Or maybe she ran afoul of
some obscure religious sect,

- and they sacrificed her to their pagan deity.
- What are you doing?

Making stuff up, just like you do.

Yeah, because that's my job.

It's your job to follow the evidence.

You're messing with the
natural order of things.

Hey, guys? Something you need to see.

So our canvass couldn't come up with anyone

who witnessed the
body dump, but Susannah had

a metrocard in her pocket.

So I had MTA run its history.

Her card was swiped last
night on an M3 bus.

She got on it at 8:45 near her apartment.

Where was she going?

Bus cam has her exiting
at west 168th street,

Washington Heights.

That's about a half mile
from where her body was found.

What was she doing way up there?

I don't know.

But I checked traffic cam
footage in a 10-block radius,

and I found Susannah crossing St. Nicholas

at West 173rd Street.

And it looks like she had company.

- A monk?
- Check out the time stamp...10:05,

- right in our time-of-death
window. - A posed body,

mysterious medieval symbols,
and now a murderous monk.

It's a real life "Da Vinci Code."

Do we have any idea who this guy is?

I'll tell you who he is.

(Cell phone beeps) He's part
of a brotherhood of assassins,

chosen to guard an ancient secret.

- Castle...
- Stalking a woman obsessed with medieval symbols?

This is what the evidence suggests.

Can we get a closer look at his face?

He never turns his head.

Wait. Zoom in on his scalp.

(Beep)

There. You see that?

Ritual markings,

left by some unholy initiation.

They're more like surgical scars.

I'll see if I can look
into a medical procedure

that could cause this.
Might help us ID him.

I'm telling you, our monk,
our victim, and these symbols

are all connected.

I'm betting Susannah Richland
decoded these symbols

and uncovered some dark, long-held secret,

paid for it with her life.

Look, Castle, I agree
that her recent interest

in all things medieval

may be relevant, but it doesn't mean

that she was killed in some baroque plot.

Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that.

Castle might be right about
this "Da Vinci Code" thing.

Don't... ruin it.

According to Susannah's phone records,

she made a call to a Professor Jason Byford

at Hudson University
the day before she died,

and get this.

He's an expert in
ancient languages and symbology.

Just like Tom Hanks in the movie.

It's not a baroque plot. It's a bestseller
plot. (Cell phone chimes)

Well, at the very least,
he should be able to tell us

what Susannah was up to.

Castle and I will go talk to him.

In the meantime, I need
you to go to the morgue.

Lanie says she has something. Okay.

So I was finally able to identify
the murder weapon.

Thought you said it was a dagger.

I know what I said, but based on

the curvature of the wound
and the injuries to her neck,

our victim was stabbed with a sword.

- A sword? - Yes, a
double-edged sabre like this...

With a hilt that left a crenelated
bruising pattern

on her neck.

Very old school.

I took a closer look at her hand injuries,

and I found something.

There was ink residue
in this wound on her palm.

I was able to draw it up
from the lower dermis.

It looks like she drew
this symbol on her hand.

All right. I gotta get this to Beckett.

(Camera shutter clicks)
Head back to the precinct.

(Man) Yes, I met with Susannah.

People often call with research questions,

so I try to be helpful.

She wanted to know
what these symbols meant.

- What did you tell her?
- I said that it all depends.

Some of these have existed
for thousands of years.

They signify different things
to different cultures.

Are any of them tied to
anything dangerous, like cults?

Hmm, a few, yes,

but mostly, these are associated
with the freemasons,

which is why you see so many on
buildings and icons in the U.S.

A lot of our founding fathers
were freemasons.

Yes. I saw "National Treasure."

As did I, sadly.

Some odious factual errors.

Though it is true that
during the American Revolution,

symbols like these were used as markers

for war secrets and buried treasure.

Oh... treasure?

Like the British gold left behind

when they lost the war
or the missing half dimes...

the first coins minted
by the U.S. treasury.

Professor, did Susannah
ask you about this symbol?

Uh...

I don't believe so. Why?

She was killed last night,

and we believe all of
these symbols are relevant.

Killed?

What is it?

Uh, um, there's something you need to see.

(Computer beeps) She had
this letter with her.

She wanted to know if it
was connected to the symbols.

Now I'd never seen anything quite like it,

so I, uh, I, um,

well, I snuck a picture of
it while she wasn't looking.

"I, Theodore Rose, of New York City,

"a loyal patriot of sound mind and body,

do the--to make this my
last will and testament."

Theodore Rose was an 18th-century
stonemason

of some renown, but it's more than a will.

Keep reading. Here.

"So I pass to them still living this key

"which marks the way to our great secret,

enshrined within the city."

And this letter is the key to finding it.

Where did she get it?

She didn't say, but according
to the date and seal,

it was written in 1798.

And the Latin phrases...what do they mean?

Well, I translated some of them for her.

They're riddles of some kind. This one says

"The world turns between
The Heavens and the ash heap."

They're not riddles.
They're clues--

clues leading to some
great masonic treasure.

And this last line
could be why she was murdered.

"Periculum et dolor..." (Mumbles in Latin)

My Latin is pretty rusty,
but I think that means

"Peril and woe to him who follows this path

with a dark heart."

(Cell phone rings)

(Beep)

- Beckett.
- So that pattern

of scars on our monk's dome
was from a procedure called

stereotactic brain surgery.

Okay, can that get us an ID?

Because medical records are confidential.

Prison records aren't.

I took a shot that our guy did some time.

19 men in the system had this surgery,

but only one had scars
that were an exact match

to the monk... Benjamin Wade.

He got surgery to remove a tumor

while doing a stretch at green haven

for attempted murder.

(Lowered voice) Hear that, Castle?

Our suspect is an ex-con...a
felonious monk.

Hey, Beckett, got no current
address on Benjamin Wade,

but he did have an apartment in the Bronx

before he got sent to the joint.

Okay, check it out. See if
anyone knows where he is now.

I don't think anyone here
can give us a line on Wade.

Local PD says this place
has been taken over

by squatters and crackheads.

Look at this place.

We're gonna get hepatitis
just breathing the air.

This is it. It's where Wade used to live.

Home crack home.

(Gun cocks)

(Object shatters)

(Man shouts indistinctly in distance)

(Gun cocks) (Man) Leave me alone!

(Creaks)

(Man) I don't want you here.

NYPD, somebody help me.

(Loud clatter)

Police!

NYPD! Don't move!

Benjamin Wade, you're under
arrest for murder.

Recognize her, Mr. Wade?

(Photo rustles)

And this is you, stalking her

shortly before she was killed.

You care to explain?

Maybe he took a vow of silence.

You know, silent but deadly.

Assuming he's a real monk.

Actually, I am a monk.

I've just learned to think before I speak.

I joined the
Franciscan Order of Perpetual Hope

after I left prison.

This monastery that you're a part of...

does it happen to be in Washington Heights?

Because that's exactly where
we found Susannah Richland,

and given your record...

not that guy anymore.

After my brain tumor, I had
a spiritual awakening.

Found a purpose.

Then what were you doing in a crack house?

I was tending to the lost.

Wasn't stalking this woman. I was...

I was trying to protect her.

Protect her?

I found her in a monastery chapel.

She was kneeling by the prayer candles.

Said the place was special to her family.

So I left her to pray in peace,

and this guy shows
up... brown long hair, glasses.

He's wearing this hat. Starts
asking me questions about her.

Wants to know what
she's doing there. He's upset.

He seems aggressive.

Mr. Wade, that's you following her,

not some other guy.

I thought that he was gonna go after her.

So I did. I followed her
until she got into a cab,

and then I came back to the monastery.

Really?

Okay.

Describe the cab.

It was a cab.

License plate. Medallion number.

I don't remember. It was a...

Prius, maybe.

There are hundreds of those.

A good storyteller uses details.

It's what sells the lie.

It's not a lie. There was an
ad for "Wicked" on top of it.

"Wicked."

That's nice. It's precise.
Freudian little detail.

But still a lie.

So here's what's not a lie.

Just called the Franciscan Order.

Turns out Benjamin Wade really is a monk.

And our murderer.

Now we just need to prove it.

Wait. You guys are on
the same page about this guy?

Not exactly. I think he's guilty

because of his contact with the victim,

the stalking, and his history of violence.

I think he's guilty because
of his contact with the victim,

the stalking, and his role
in a sinister conspiracy

involving freemasons.

I can't believe you're really
buying into that letter.

I can't believe you aren't.

I did a little research into
the author of our letter--

Mr. Theodore Rose.

Did you know he was a 33rd
Degree Master Mason?

So that makes him, what,
like a freemason black belt?

Way better than that. He was a patriot spy.

He wrote codes and ciphers
during the American Revolution,

meaning this letter
could be the key to finding

the great secret of the masons,

enshrined somewhere within the city.

Why? Because you want it to be?

Partly, and because

it's the only story that makes sense.

Shadowy brotherhood guarding Rose's secret

for all eternity.

Susannah got too close, so they
sent their monk assassin

to kill her.

Yeah, about that...uh,
Wade's lawyer's here.

He says we need to charge
his client or let him go.

We don't have enough to charge him.

Why don't we try to keep him until we do?

Put Wade in with a sketch artist.

Have him describe that guy

that was supposedly stalking Susannah.

That'll buy Castle and I enough time

to tear his alibi apart,
and just to cover our bases,

you look into that cab that Wade described.

Really? You want me to track down a cab

off a banner ad for "Wicked"?

Impress me.

You know, there are times
I wish she stayed in D.C.

I'm sorry, detective, but you're wrong.

Brother Benjamin was in his
quarters at the time you say

this young woman was killed.

And can anyone else verify that?

At least seven other members
of our order saw him.

And... what exactly is
the mission of your order?

To care for those in need,

to live by and share
the teachings of Christ.

I think you

left out the part about
protecting a great secret.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

Don't you?

No, I don't.

Uh... (Stammers) Thank you...
So much for your time.

"Thank you for your time"? That's it?

Yeah, until we get the statements

from the seven other witnesses.

Look, they're all gonna
tell you the same thing.

Don't you see?

These monks...they're
in it up to their hoods.

Unless... unless they're not
protecting the great secret

and they're actually
trying to find it, too.

Because, like the ark of the covenant,

it is a source of ultimate power.

Castle, these monks took vows

of poverty, chastity, and obedience.

I don't see them
trying to take over the world.

World.

What?

Theodore Rose's letter.

There was that one clue in Latin. Uh...

(Paper rustles) "The
world turns between The Heavens

and the ash heap."

In Latin, the word for "ash heap"

also means "altar."

The Heavens are depicted
in that stained glass.

And the altar is right underneath it.

So the clues led her
to this chapel, but why?

The prayer candles.

So this must be where Wade

said he found Susannah kneeling.

Castle, look.

There's something carved
in that base stone.

(Camera shutter beeps and clicks) That's
the symbol she drew on her hand.

So these other clues...

Must lead to other places
where the symbols are hidden,

- but what are they for?
- Listen to this.

"For Gods and men alike
doth lame Hephaestus strike."

I know what that means.
I know where that is.

- You do?
- Yeah. Hephaestus was the Greek God of blacksmiths.

His forge was in Mount Etna.

There's an old blacksmith's shop
right here in lower Manhattan

called Etna's forge.

It's been there since the 1700s.

I know because I was there

with... Alexis.

It was... a field trip.

Third grade, but that--
that's gotta be it.

Our victim was killed with a sword.

If there's an old blacksmith shop,

that could be our crime scene.

A clue trail to a freemason secret

that people would kill for...

this case just keeps getting better.

So maybe what Benjamin Wade
actually did that night

was follow Susannah
to this blacksmith shop.

Castle, we don't even know if she was here.

Oh, she was here, all right,

on the verge of solving the puzzle

when her life was cut tragically short.

This is the place.

I never knew this was here. (Door creaks)

(Door closes)

Wow, this is incredible.

Shouldn't there be a... docent

or some sweaty guy
hammering metal standing around?

Yeah.

(Imitates British accent) Hello?!

Is there a Smithy Hereabouts?

We have traveled many a mile to the...

(normal voice) Is this annoying?

Yeah. You know what?
I'm gonna check in back.

Why don't you take a look around here?

If this is our crime scene,

there might be signs of struggle.

Right. (Inhales deeply)

Ooh.

Have it...

Want it...

Need it...

Got it... need it...

(Blade zings)

You should not have come
here looking for the sign,

for only death awaits you.

Well, now...

That wouldn't happen
to be a double-edged saber

with a crenelated hilt, now, would it?

You have trespassed into secrets

beyond your comprehension.

You will pay with your life.

Okay. O-okay, b-but just...
before you kill me,

there's one thing you should know.

And what is that?

I am really good at this.

(Chains rattle)

(Clanking)

Uhh! You're not so bad yourself.

Who are you?

And what do you know about
the last will of Theodore Rose?

For 200 years, my people have
guarded that secret. (Clanking)

It will go with me to my grave... or yours!

(Whooshing)

(Clatter)

(Clanking)

(Panting)

(Clanking resumes)

Uhh!

(Panting) Now who are you?

It's not important who I am.

The win is yours. The
sign shall be revealed.

(Clanks)

That's the symbol from Susannah's board.

She was here. It was you.

You're the one who killed her.

Whoa, wait a minute. You won, man.

You can put the sword down now.

Not until you tell me who you are

and why you killed
Susannah Richland. Beckett!

I think there's been some
kind of mistake here.

No, no, no, no mistake.

Susannah was stabbed through the throat

with a double-edged saber
by you or one of your people.

I'm sorry. I'm a little lost here.

Did they change the script?

'Cause if they did, they didn't tell me.

Script? (Panting)

What script?

The scavenger hunt.

(Footsteps approach)

Castle?

What's going on?

A scavenger hunt?

So the clues, the symbol...it's
all just a game?

It's a fund-raiser

for the New York Historical Institute.

The clues lead to historic buildings,

where the players collect
these old symbols.

They hire actors like me to
interact with the contestants.

I usually work renaissance fairs.

Was this woman one of your contestants?

Yeah. She came
through here couple days ago.

She was killed?

Yeah, with a saber

almost exactly like the one you were using.

That was a stunt weapon.
It's harmless. They all are.

I didn't kill anybody. I'm just an actor.

I wasn't even working here last night.

Look, please, call the
New York Historical Institute.

Talk to Nolan Burns, their director.

This is all just a game.

Of course it was just a game.

Every year, more and more
Historic New York buildings

are being torn down,

and as director of
the Historical Institute,

I was looking for a
fun way to raise awareness.

Mr. Burns, these symbols

that Susannah Richland took pictures of...

are those also a part of the game?

Yes, these are all...
Symbols used in the game.

Looks like she found them all.

She might have won.

Is it possible that someone
would have killed her

to get a competitive edge?

Prize money is $2,500.

Some of the contestants
spent more than that

in travel expenses.

Could these symbols mean something else?

Something dangerous?

Not that I'm aware of.

I do know they can be found on buildings

dating as far back as the 1700s,

which is why I used them.

It's just... (Paper rustles)

Our victim had this letter on her.

It's from an 18th-century
freemason named Theodore Rose.

In it, he speaks of a great hidden secret.

It'd be "Enshrined in the city."

The letter was part of the game.

We had it hand-written on parchment...

one for each contestant.

But Rose is real.

He had a penchant for clues and ciphers.

Exactly. He brought some authenticity.

And the fact that he was a freemason

and a friend of George Washington's

made Rose the perfect person
on whom to base the game.

So I drew from his writings,

and the rest I pulled
from freemason history.

But none of this is real.

I don't see how any of this
would lead to someone's death.

Regardless, I'm gonna need the names

of all of the contestants.

You'll have to check

with the event
planning company, Games Ultra.

They handled the registration.

Can't believe all this time,
it was all just make-believe.

Castle, you didn't really believe

that this was gonna lead to some

great freemason treasure, did you?

No, of course not. That'd be foolish.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go home

to wallow in what is perhaps
the most disappointing day

of my crime-solving career.

Okay, I'll come by later
and try to cheer you up.

Did we get the list of
contestants from Games Ultra?

Yep, and the contestant applications

had to include a photo.
Take a look at this dude.

What about him?

Well, check out the sketch
that our monk gave us of the guy

that he says was following Susannah.

Well, it's the same guy.

(Paper rustles) Okay. So... what do we know

about Tom Stevens?

Well, his name and address are bogus.

Everything on the application is.

None of this information is real.

And he had to be the guy who killed her.

He was at the monastery.

Why else would he sign up with a fake name?

Well, his name might be fake,
but his money is real.

And there you go. Paid with a check.

If we can trace that payment...

Then we might be able to ID him.

All right, see where
Games Ultra keeps their accounts

and hit that bank
first thing in the morning.

I want this guy found.

(Beeping)

(Martha) Richard?

Richard.

I'm sorry. What?

What is all this?

Oh, just some... game.

Well, you might wanna pay
attention to the real world

for a moment.

Alexis is furious
with you over your behavior

at dinner the other night,
and I must say, I agree.

Come on. It wasn't that bad.

You insulted her apartment,

you made fun of her boyfriend's career.

Mother, he's counting bees.

Yes, and it is important to him,

as Alexis is important to him.

I just don't even understand.
Why is she even with him?

This is what she wants.

Now will she want it
next week or next month?

Who knows?

But this is what she wants today,

and if you want her to
be a part of your life,

then you are going to have
to change your point of view.

You're right, mother.

Of course I'm right. Good.

(Footsteps depart)

(Under breath) Point of view...

(Beeps)

This isn't a game.

(Beeps)

This isn't a game at all.

No luck.

According to the bank,

Mr. Stevens did pay with a check,

but it was a cashier's check,
so there's no way to trace it.

Hiding his identity,

following our victim just before she died.

This has gotta be our killer.

Okay. I finally tracked down that cab

that our victim got into...

the one with the "Wicked" banner ad on top.

So first, I had to call the theater

where "Wicked" was playing.

They directed me to a P.R firm who then

sent me to an ad agency

that sells space on the top
of cabs, and five cabs...

- Did you talk to the cabbie or not?
- Yes.

Yes, I did. The cabbie confirmed
that he picked up Susannah

in Washington Heights at 10:10 P.M.

So our monk was telling the truth.

Okay, where did the cabbie take her?

That's the odd part. He
didn't take her anywhere.

- What do you mean?
- Susannah just had him

drive around the neighborhood
for 45 minutes

and dropped her back off at the chapel.

That doesn't make any sense.

Why would she go back there the same night?

I'll tell you why.

Because Susannah realized
it wasn't just a game.

Castle, please don't
tell me that you're still on...

Oh, no, no. Just listen.

Burns told us that he based the game

on some of the writings of Theodore Rose.

Now what if Rose's clues were real

and actually led somewhere?

What if Susannah figured that out?

Here are all our symbols.

They didn't seem to relate to each other

until you add this one--the one
susannah drew on her hand.

The one she found at the chapel
the night she was killed.

They all fit together.

Final piece. Without it,
the others didn't fit.

That's why the killer
scraped it off her hand.

He didn't want her or anyone else

to be able to figure it out.

Okay, so the pieces fit together.

What do they mean?

I don't know, but...

Does this shape look familiar?

Yes, it does.

- Amazing, right?
- Yeah.

But what does it mean?

It means that this isn't
a part of any game.

If all those symbols put
together indicate this carving,

then it has to have
some kind of significance.

Castle, look at this.

Each one of these symbols
has a small letter next to it...

R-O-S-I.

Rosi? Maybe it's supposed
to be his name...Rose.

Uh, that's a...that's an "I."

Um... maybe it's "Rois,"
like, uh, French for "King,"

or, uh, "Soir" for evening.

Oh, no, wait.

Earth, air, water, fire,
ether in the center.

In medieval alchemy,
these are the five elements

that make up the universe,

but there's an order of importance...

Earth, air, water, fire.

We put the letters in that order,

it's
O-R-I...

"S."

"Oris."

Latin for "mouth."

Aah! (Gasps)

- Aah-ha-ha! I'm just
kidding. - Castle!

I can't believe you fell for that.

(Huffs)

There is something in
here, though. Hang on.

(Loud clank)

(Rumbling)

(Switch clicks)

Susannah was here.

This is our crime scene.

There's our murder weapon.

Castle, look at this.
These marks are fresh.

Someone was trying to get inside it.

Susannah must have come
to the chapel that night

and figured out how to
get in here just like we did.

Except the killer found her

before she was able
to open the sarcophagus.

(Whispers) What do you think's inside?

I don't know,

but someone thought
it was worth killing for.

(Grunting)

Okay.

(Straining grunt) Okay, okay.

Okay. If it's like everything
else we've been doing,

we need to solve a clue to open it.

Hey, Castle, look at the world.

It's just like the one in the stained glass

above the altar.

"The world spins between
The Heavens and the ash heap."

Ashes to ashes. The coffin
could be the ash heap.

Which means, then, that...

There. Those are Heavens.

(Exhales)

(Clanking)

"The world turns..."

(Clanks)

(Rumbling)

(Clank)

(Rumbling stops)

(Clink)

"1792."

These are the half dimes Professor Byford

just told us about.

These are the very first coins

to be minted by the U.S. treasury.

These are worth a fortune.

Now we have our motive for murder.

Just one of these
went for auction last year.

$1.5 million.

There's gotta be a thousand of
them in here. (Coin clinks)

Do you have any idea what that's worth?

I just told you what it's worth.

Ohh! (Clank)

What was that?

(Loud clanks)

If I had to guess, I would
say something bad.

(Rumbling)

No, no.

(Rumbling stops)

(Sighs)

Oops.

Castle, put the bag of coins
back in the coffin.

Maybe it'll open up the door again.

Good idea.

(Coins rattle)

Rats.

This is not my idea of going
to the chapel with you.

Do you have a cell signal?

Yeah, it doesn't look like it.

Well, then the letter was right.

"Peril and woe to him who follows this path

with a dark heart."
(Inhales deeply) This is it.

Castle, we're not gonna die in here.

You saw how thick those walls were.

They're made of stone.
We can yell and scream

all day long. No one's gonna hear.

It's not like they stocked
up this place with supplies.

And what's gonna happen when we
get tired of eating candle wax?

No, we're gonna get out of here.

There has to be a way out.

Okay, yeah, you know what? You're right.

(Knuckles crack)

All right, this is just
Theodore Rose testing us.

There's gotta be
another clue, another puzzle.

Something to do with his name. What if...

What if it's an anagram?

Theodore Rose... is...

Heed or toes.

No. Theodore Rose...

He... do rooster. (Chuckles)

That's inappropriate. Okay.

Theodore Rose, Theodore Rose.

Deer shot Oreo.

Oh, they didn't have Oreos in the 1700s.

Castle, there might be
another way out of here.

I'm all ears.

Susannah's killer knows that the half dimes

are still in here.

Eventually, he's gonna have to come back...

(Strained voice) To get them.

He must be somebody who knew
they existed in the first place.

Someone... who knew... All of this...

Was real.

And who better than the person
who wanted everyone to think

that this was just a game?

(Together) Nolan Burns.

The director of the historical institute.

Castle, I've got bars.

(Cell phone beeps) Finally.

(Line rings and clicks)

(Esposito) What's up, Beckett?

Espo, you need to get to the chapel now.

And tell Ryan to pick up Nolan Burns.

Mr. Burns...

You left out a few details
the last time we spoke.

(Binder thuds) I don't know what you mean.

You found them.

So it wasn't just a game.

(Inhales deeply) No.

That... letter we gave the contestants

was based on an actual letter

I found hidden in the building
I was renovating.

I tried to... follow the clues myself,

but I couldn't solve them all.

You set up a scavenger hunt to solve clues

through crowdsourcing.

I never thought anyone would get hurt.

Not hurt, Burns. Murdered.

But not by me, I swear.

I-I told you, I-I was
at home with my family

the night she died.

You also told me that
you didn't know Susannah.

I spoke with your assistant.

You met with her three months ago.

How did you fail to mention that?

'Cause I knew how it would look!

And now it looks even worse.

Now why did you meet with her?

Because I hoped she would shed some light

on The Rose family history.

You know, something that
might help solve that last clue,

but that was it!

Wait a minute. Go back.

Susannah was an accountant.

Why would she know anything
about The Rose family?

Because she was a direct descendant

of Theodore Rose.

The legend of the missing half dimes

was family lore.

(Under breath) Family lore.

(Blinds clatter)

Hey. They said you found something out

about my cousin's murder. (Door closes)

Uh, we did. We, uh, we just need
to go over a few things first.

Now according to her phone records,

she called you more frequently
over the last few months.

Is there any reason why?

I got the feeling she was lonely.

A-and did she ever mention Theodore Rose?

No. Why would she?

So you're familiar with the lore
of the missing half dimes?

Yeah, sure. It was a big family myth.

Except it wasn't.

Susannah actually located the coins.

They were in a hidden crypt.
That's where she was killed.

That's terrible.

Do you know who did it?

Most likely someone who knew
what she was looking for.

CSU found two sets of DNA in that crypt.

One was from Susannah.
One was from her killer.

Now on a hunch, I had them compare the two,

and the results indicate
that Susannah and her killer

were related.

CSU also found a synthetic hair

found in a wig not unlike this one.

You signed up for the game
under a false name.

You used a disguise so
you could track her progress.

It's over, Henry. We know it's you.

My mom's in assisted living.

I work hard, but I barely get by.

Those half dimes were gonna change my life.

But Susannah said that
she was gonna find them

and then just give them all away.

Said they were part of history,

that they belonged to the people.

She called me that night
with the good news,

and I tried to talk her
out of it one last time.

We argued.

And the next thing I knew...

(Sighs)

Well, I was looking through the records,

and I found out there have been

several Rose family weddings
in that chapel.

Susannah had even
been there once years ago.

She must have remembered seeing
that stained glass window.

That's how she was able
to figure out that last clue

when no one else could.

And why Henry scraped it off her hand,

so he could be the only
one that'd ever find it.

So what's gonna happen to the half dimes?

Well, they were found in the chapel,

so they belong to the monastery.

Well, that'll put the monks'
vow of poverty to the test.

They've already passed
that with flying colors.

Because of the historical
significance of the coins,

they're donating them to the met.

Hmm. You know...

Here we go. I gotta go.

It is believed that George Washington

had those half dimes minted
from Martha Washington's silver.

Back then, before the revolution,

it was illegal for anyone
but a king to mint money.

So those coins are worth a lot
more than just their silver.

They're actually more of a
declaration of independence.

Well, then it's right

that they're going back to the people,

like Susannah wanted.

Speaking of independence,
I gotta go see Alexis.

(Door creaks)

Hi.

Can I come in?

We can talk here.

Look, I'm... sorry about how I acted.

Being sorry isn't enough, dad.

Then what can I do?

What can I do to make this right?

Do you know how I found out
you had proposed to Beckett?

Over the phone with gram
while I was in Costa Rica.

This is about Beckett?

No, but I was hurt you didn't tell me.

Look, I was going to tell you.

It just...

It just happened.

I know it did, and I
don't know if it's a good idea

or if she's really the one,

but you know what? I accept it.

You know why?

Because she makes you happy,

the same way Pi makes me happy.

All I want is the
same thing I'm giving you...

acceptance.

Okay. I accept him.

No, you don't.

Because it's not about what you say.

It's what's inside.

I know what's there now,

and I don't want Pi to feel that from you,

and... I don't wanna feel that either.

Look...

I'll work on it.

I will.

Meantime,

how about we go out
for some makeup ice cream?

Okay? My treat.

No.

I need time to stop being mad,

and you need time to figure out a way

to be okay with this.

I'll see you later, dad.

(Door creaks)