Castle (2009–2016): Season 7, Episode 21 - In Plane Sight - full transcript

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

"To Farrah, may the greatest
mysteries of your life

"lie ahead.

"Richard
Castle."

Thank you so much. (GIGGLES)

You know, our pilot
is also a huge fan.

You think you could sign
a book for her, too?

I'd love to.
All I ask in return

is that she deliver us
to Heathrow safely.

(LAUGHS)

Hey! Hey.

Um... Enjoy your stay in London, Mr.
Castle.

Thank you.

I got bumped out of my assigned seat.
You said you'd fix it.

I said you had my apology. This is
the only seat available in first.

Do you know who I am?

I don't know who he is, but I
know what he is. A giant ass...

(RUMBLING)
(PASSENGERS GASP)

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

(BELL DINGS)

Dad, when did you become
such a nervous flyer?

I'm not.
I just don't like turbulence,

or a sudden drop in cabin
pressure, or mechanical problems,

or crashing.

There's nothing to worry about.

It's just a little
bumpy air, that's all it is.

Air, by nature,
should not be bumpy.

Just look at the flight crew.

If they're up and smiling,
then everything is fine.

(RUMBLING)
(GLASSES CLINK )

Yes, well, they're up, but
they are not exactly smiling.

Dad, it's a long flight.

You should really
focus on something else,

or it'll seem even longer,

for both of us.

Fine. I shall ignore the grim
specter of death and focus...

Focus on our itinerary.

(RUMBLING)

All right. A car is going
to pick us up from the hotel,

whisk us off to
the Sherlock Holmes Society,

where I will speak to my fellow
mystery writers about...

Actually,
I made plans for tonight.

Wh... What plans? With who?

Some friends who are doing their
semester abroad in London.

We're meeting at
a pub in South Ken.

But the,
um, Sherlock Holmes Society

is convening at
221b Baker Street.

You don't want to miss the
actual home of Sherlock Holmes.

You do know he's fictional,
right?

Yes, but his address is real.
(CHUCKLES)

And I will be speaking.

And if you're not there,
who will be proud of me?

I'm always proud of you, Dad.

But I've heard you
speak a million times.

I know what you're gonna say.

That is improbable.

You'll say you don't
believe in writer's block,

that you wrote your first
novel to impress a girl,

that reading great
writers inspires you,

and drinking with
them inspires you

to beat them on
the bestseller list.

Okay. Clearly, I need to
develop some new material.

But this was supposed to be
old-fashioned father-daughter time.

Dad, watching you
speak to your cronies

isn't exactly
father-daughter time.

Besides, I'm not 12. We don't
have to be attached at the hip.

(RUMBLING)
(GLASSES CLINKING)

Okay. That impending
specter of death, it's back.

(TABLET RINGS)
Oh!

Hey, Beckett.
How did you get in there?

Through the magic of Wi-Fi.

I figured you'd be online.

So I thought that
you would want an update.

We solved the case.
The racecar driver did it.

Ah! That's good to hear.

Is everything okay up there?

Just a little turbulence.

PASSENGERS: Whoa!
(RUMBLING)

(GLASSES CLINKING)

BECKETT: Castle?
Is something wrong?

Yeah. Everything's
gonna be just fine.

ESPOSITO: Hey, Castle.

(GRUNTING)

Castle?

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Is it just me, or does
everything not seem "just fine"?

Beckett, relax.

Even the most heinous turbulence
won't bring a plane down.

RYAN: And every day,
20 flights leave New York

and land in London
without a problem.

It's gonna be the same
for Castle's flight, too.

ESPOSITO: Yeah.

(RUMBLING)

(PASSENGERS MURMURING)

MAN: You okay?

It's gonna be all right.
(EXHALES) (PA DINGS)

CAPTAIN EDMUNDS: Folks,
this is Captain Edmunds.

We hit some chop there, but
we've climbed to 39,000 feet

and expect a smooth ride
all the way to Heathrow.

See? There's
nothing to worry about.

Yeah.

(WHISPERING) Okay, so,
re-check the restrooms...

Then why aren't they smiling?

Dad, you heard the pilot.

I'm telling you,
something is not right.

(SEATBELT CLINKS)

I am going to find out what.

(FLIGHT ATTENDANTS
WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

Excuse me.

Sir, the seat belt
sign is still illuminated.

If you could please
return to your seat...

You're not smiling.
None of you are smiling.

And the captain's here?
What's going on?

Is there some kind of
mechanical problem?

Please, sir, just return...

Jim, wait. Um...

Maybe he can help.

Mr. Castle,
I'm Captain Edmunds.

You work with the NYPD, right?

We could actually
use your assistance.

My assistance with what?

This is Kyle Ford.

He's the air marshal
on this flight.

I saw this guy.
He's sitting in my row.

He... At least he
was sitting in my row.

What does this have to do
with the air marshal?

An hour ago, he sent a
text to his field office

about a security issue
on board this aircraft.

What kind of security issue?

"Possible threat to Oceanic Air Flight 57.
I'm investigating."

That's all Ford
said in his text.

And what did he tell you?

Unfortunately,
I haven't been able

to talk to him.
Mr. Ford is missing.

Missing?

(LOWERED VOICE)
Missing?

How could he be missing?
Did you search the plane?

From front to back.

Given the circumstances,

I've been instructed
to lock myself in the cockpit

and continue on to Heathrow.

Terrorism protocol.

Precisely. Right now, with the
air marshal unaccounted for,

you're the closest thing we have

to law enforcement
on this plane.

Which in itself
is cause for concern.

Will you help us,
Mr. Castle?

Yeah. Yes. No, of course.

Of course.

Okay, um, when you searched the
plane, where did you look?

The restrooms, the galleys.
Good.

Cargo hold.
Great.

Even the overhead bins.

Okay, well, Mr. Ford
is on the plane somewhere.

We just have to search again. Maybe
skip the overhead bins this time.

(SOFTLY) I don't know.
It's like he just disappeared.

It doesn't make sense.
Excuse me.

How well do you
know the air marshal?

Not that well. Mr. Ford only flies
with us, like, twice a month.

He's very professional, very polite...
There you go.

Okay,

this is the only other place we
haven't given a second look.

Does Ford know how
to get down here?

Of course. He has access to the
entire plane, just like we do.

Runs the length of the plane.
And you looked everywhere?

Well, we didn't pull
out all the luggage,

'cause there was no sign
anyone was down here.

(HISSING)
(SCREAMS)

There's a snake
on the mother-flying plane.

You're lucky it wasn't the pit
bulls we had to ship last week.

CASTLE: Look at this luggage.

Since when does the airline allow
clothes hanging out of bags?

They don't. Not usually.

That's three different bags from
three different passengers.

That doesn't make any sense.

Unless...
Unless what?

Unless someone took the clothes
out of another suitcase

and stuffed them
into those three bags.

You don't think...

One way to find out.

(LATCH CLICKS)

Oh, my God.

That's Air Marshal Ford.

You gotta be kidding me.
The air marshal is dead?

Not just dead, but bonked on the head.
Murdered. And there's more.

There's more?

Kyle Ford's holster is empty.
His gun is missing.

Okay, so, uh, we have to assume
that the killer is armed.

And they may
have another agenda,

taking hostages,
hijacking the plane...

FYI, this is not the relaxing
London getaway I had planned.

So who else knows about this?

Well, just the flight crew, the
Air Marshal Service, and the FBI.

And how can I help?

They gave me a copy
of the flight manifest.

I emailed it to you.
You should have that by now.

Good.
I'll coordinate with the FBI

and start running names
to look for red flags.

Are you okay?

Alexis is on this flight along
with almost 200 other people.

Castle, you can do this.

Do what?
What am I supposed to do?

Catch the killer?
It could be anyone.

I wouldn't know where to start.

You start at the beginning.

We build
the timeline for our victim.

Same first step we always take.

Right. I just... This time, that first
step is 39,000 feet off the ground.

Castle,
I'm gonna be here with you.

I'll be working this case from
the ground along with the boys.

Okay, thank you.
I can figure this out.

I know you can.

I am sorry, miss,
this area is off-limits.

Oh, she's... That's...
She's with me.

That's my daughter.
Yeah, she's...

You were gone so long, I got worried.
Why are you down here?

Uh, I'll call you later.
I love you.

I love you, too.

RYAN: Always rooting for that
coyote, not that Road Runner...

ESPOSITO: Right.
BECKETT: You guys,

I need your help.

ALEXIS: Who do you think
could've done it?

Well, that's what
I'm gonna try to figure out.

How?

By reconstructing Ford's
movements with the flight crew.

In the meantime, I need you
to keep this to yourself

and go back upstairs
where it's safer.

How is it safer? Isn't
that where the killer is?

I... Look, I just don't want
you to be a part of this.

I'm already part of it.
I can help, Dad.

I interned with Lanie, remember?

I'll check the body for clues.

Well, Alexis...

There's a killer on this plane.

We don't know what he's
planning or who he is,

and maybe I can
do something about that.

I am not going back to my seat.

Even if it means
us being joined at the hip?

Really? You're throwing
that back at me now?

Right in your face.
(SIGHS)

I'll get started here.

You go talk to the flight crew and
try to figure out who did this.

Right.

It was someone out there. One of
those people killed Kyle Ford.

I just told the other flight attendants.
I still can't believe this.

What do we do now,
Mr. Castle?

Well, now, we try
to piece together

where the victim was and who he
had contact with before he died.

When was the last time anyone
remembers seeing Air Marshal Ford?

Okay, wait. Who served him
during drink service?

I did.

Okay. This was an 8:30 a.m. flight.
Drink service occurred when?

Uh, we start at 10:00.

And by the time I
did the trash pick-up,

Ford wasn't in his seat.
He was gone.

Not gone.

I noticed him during meal service,
near the back of the plane.

Doing what?

I didn't see,
because a passenger

got in my face
about the lousy food.

We recently switched vendors
to save money, and...

I... When you saw him, was he
in aisle one or aisle two?

If it was meal service, aisle
one is blocked by the cart...

So aisle two.
What time was that?

Just before 11:00.

And we found
the body at 11:35,

giving us about a 35-minute
window before he was killed.

Does anyone else remember seeing
him at the back of the plane?

Was he with someone?

Come on, you guys.
Try to remember.

Maybe we can ask the passengers
in the back if they saw him.

No. If we did that, word would
get out something is wrong.

Word that could
make it back to the killer.

Maybe there's another way

to know what Ford was doing

at the back of this aisle.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

How long have those two
gentlemen been taking selfies?

JIM: The honeymooners?

Since their first Pimm's cup.
They're adorable.

I have to talk to them.

What should we do?

You have the hardest job of all.

Pretend like
everything's normal.

(IN BRITISH ACCENT) I think
for the rest of the trip

we should talk like this.

So posh.
(CHUCKLES)

How do you say
"selfie" in British?

Selfie.

Sophie?
(BOTH LAUGH)

Why don't I grab a proper
picture of the two of you?

(IN AMERICAN ACCENT)
Oh! Great. Thanks!

You bet.

CASTLE: Here we go.

Can you hurry up? My face is hurting.
(CHUCKLES)

Right. One more for safety.

Okay.
Mmm-hmm.

So how did you guys meet?

It's kind of a long story.

(GASPS)

Well, I love long stories.

MAN: Oh, God.
Yeah.

It's awful what
you're dealing with, sweetie.

Thanks for your help, Lanie.

Are you kidding?

I just wish there
was more I could do.

I'm gonna talk you
through this, all right?

Do you want to see
the head wound first?

Yeah, but you're gonna need
to get in really close.

(BODY THUDS)
(SIGHS)

Try moving the hair back a little.
Yeah, there we go.

Can you tell what
he was hit with?

Mmm. It's hard to say. Something oblong.
A pipe, maybe.

Oh, man. (SIGHS)

Alexis, are you all right?

It's just another body. You've
done this plenty of times before.

It's not the body
I'm worried about.

It's the person who killed
him and took his gun.

And looking at this,
there is something

I can tell you about
who that person is.

ALEXIS: (WHISPERING) Dad.

You and Lanie find something?

No signs of a struggle,

but it looks like Ford died

from a single blow
to the back of the head.

The left parietal bone.

So the killer must have
caught him by surprise.

The bigger news is

that the angle of
the blow indicates

whoever did this
was left-handed.

Statistically speaking, that rules
out almost everyone on the plane.

Good work.

The gay couple?
Are they suspects?

Nah, I really doubt it.

Then why do you
have their selfies?

Well, I emailed them
to myself off their phone.

It's a long story.

Almost as long as the one
about how they met.

But they took these

near the time that Air Marshal
Ford was at the back of the plane.

I was hoping he'd show up in one
of them, along with the killer,

but no luck.

Not even in the video?

Actually,
I didn't check out that one.

BOTH: Hello!

We did it!
Yeah!

In the background. There he is.
That's Ford.

But he's not with anybody.

He was checking
the overhead bin.

Yeah, but for what?
Not his own bag.

He was up here in first with us.

Let's play it again.

(AUDIO MUTED)

Maybe something's in there? Ford
said he was onto a possible threat.

But he's not
even looking inside.

Because the overhead
bin is a ruse.

See how Ford is glancing
over his shoulder?

He's clocking someone.

You're right. It's this guy.

26B. And look,

he realizes Ford
is watching him.

26B. 26B. Isadore Baldon.

BECKETT: Isadore Baldon,
25, of Brooklyn.

No criminal record,

but we have a problem, Castle.

What's the problem?

He doesn't match
the man that you described.

We contacted Baldon.
He's actually here in town.

His passport
was stolen weeks ago.

Whoever is sitting in 26B,
it's not Isadore Baldon.

Or maybe that's why
Ford was watching him.

He got on to that somehow.

And then, moments later,
Ford was murdered.

I think we found our killer.

FARRAH: What's he doing?

Sweating bullets.
He's nervous.

Of course he's nervous.
He just killed Kyle Ford.

We don't know that, Jim.

He's flying on
a stolen passport.

He requested a seat in the
back, near the cargo hold.

You saw the video.

Ford was watching him,
and now he's dead.

Debbie, you can't tell me
he doesn't meet the criteria

for posing a threat
to passengers and crew.

No, he definitely does.
Under the circumstances,

we're empowered to detain him, and
we have the training to do so.

I don't think you should,
not just yet.

Well, you're not responsible for
the people on this plane. We are.

Yeah. And if he
did it, he has a gun.

And I, for one, don't wanna wait
for him to start shooting it.

And what if he's not our guy?

You go out there
and take him down,

it would start a panic,
alert the real killer.

And he may pull the gun anyway.

Okay. So what do you propose?

We need to identify him.

Figure out who it is
we're dealing with.

Isn't it about time
for another drink service?

It would be, except for that

the airline's cut back,
so now we're only allowed...

Jim, Jim!

My treat.

Trash.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Can I take that for you, sir?

Thank you so much.

Well played, Farrah.

What are we doing now?

He's using the graphite
from his mechanical pencil

to make fingerprint powder.

I saw this on MacGyver once.

You know, I actually met
Richard Dean Anderson.

You know what he...
Can you please do it already?

All right.
Thank you.

It's actually working.

CASTLE: Sweet.

Okay, yeah.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

TORY: I got a hit
off the FBI database.

Aiman Haddad.

He's a Syrian national in
the US on a student visa.

Enrolled at Hudson University.
Twenty-four years old.

Wait, if he's here legally,

then why would he be traveling
on a stolen passport?

It might be because the FBI
has him on the No-Fly list.

For what reason?

Apparently, Aiman Haddad
is affiliated with ISIS.

He's a terrorist.

ESPOSITO: It gets worse.

I just talked to Haddad's
roommate at Hudson.

He said that Haddad had
recently become super religious

and sold all of his stuff.

And when the roommate asked why,

Haddad said that he wasn't
gonna be needing it anymore.

We gotta tell Castle.

Yeah. Thank you
for letting me know.

I'll call you later.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

What is it?
What did Beckett say?

I want you to go back to first class.
Stay there until I tell you.

Okay. Be careful, Dad.

Okay.

I take it he's a bad guy.

He's on the No-Fly list,
and for good reason.

So he's a terrorist?
Oh, my God.

He murdered the air marshal.

Now, that is a bold act,

committed by
someone not concerned

with what happens to him
once the plane lands.

Because maybe
the plane won't be landing.

I think we can assume the worst.

Assume that his plan is bigger
than killing Kyle Ford.

Okay. We know what to do. First,
we isolate him if possible.

I'll control his hands

so he doesn't go for the gun
or, hey, something worse.

I'll get the zip
ties to secure him.

Good. And like you said, I think
we should to do this quietly,

try to get him out of his seat and
away from the other passengers.

I could page him
back to the rear galley.

Then he might get suspicious.
That's too risky.

If he realizes
we're trying to take him down,

he may do something desperate.

WOMAN: Watch out!

(PASSENGERS MURMURING)

Hey, what are you doing?

WOMAN 2: What's going on?

Open the door!

CASTLE: Open the door!
(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Can you understand
what he's saying?

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

Who is that?
Who are you talking to?

What are you saying?

(PANTING)

What was he saying?

He said, "They know,
and it'll all be over soon."

Yo, Beckett. I just got off
with Homeland Security.

The number that
Haddad was calling

was traced to
a Syrian mobile account.

Castle, did you hear that?

Yeah. Do we know
who he was calling?

ESPOSITO: No.
State's trying to

coordinate with
the Syrian government,

but they're not expecting
any kind of cooperation.

You're making a mistake!
I have rights!

DEBBIE: Okay,
we checked his seat

and his carry-on,
and there's no sign of a gun.

Beckett, we can't find the gun.

Well, he might have
hidden it somewhere,

or he has
a partner who's on board.

Either way, Castle, you're
gonna have to interrogate him.

Me?

You've been with me
in hundreds of interrogations.

Yeah, just never
when my life depended on it,

along with everyone else's.

Hey, guys.
I have more bad news.

According to the airline,

Haddad has a checked
bag on the flight.

FBI needs you to
locate and search it.

Great.
And if we find something?

In the event there's
an explosive device,

the bomb squad will
talk you through it.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

We need to find his luggage.

I'll go with you.
DEBBIE: No, no, no.

I need you and Farrah
upstairs keeping things calm.

The passengers
are starting to ask questions.

What did you tell them?

That a gentleman
had too much to drink.

But I'm not sure
they believed me.

I'll go. The faster we find
it, the safer we'll be.

(SIGHS) All right, wish me luck.

You don't need it. You've
done this a million times.

I'll let you know
if I find anything.

Please, this is all
a terrible mistake.

What's your name?

Isadore Baldon.

Maybe we should try this again.

We know you are Aiman Haddad, and
that you have ties with ISIS.

Now, what is your plan,
and who are you working with?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

"They know,
and it'll all be over soon."

That's what you said
upstairs on the phone.

So who were you talking to?

Why should I answer when I can
see you won't believe me?

It's in here.

Anything like this ever happen
on a flight before?

Closest I came was a 90-year-old
who had a heart attack.

Luckily,
that one had a happy ending.

This one will, too.

Yeah. How long have
you been doing this?

Thirty years.
Thought I'd seen it all.

Every crazy passenger, every country...
Now this.

If anyone can figure
it out, my dad can.

Hmm. Good thing he's
on this flight.

You're lucky to
have family like that.

Yeah. I guess I am.

What about you? You have kids?

Ah, what can I say?
It was always up in the air.

Got it. Isadore Baldon.
This is his bag.

CASTLE: Now, I'm not a cop,
and I'm not an air marshal.

But I'm gonna find out
what you're up to.

Do you know why?

Because my daughter
is on this plane,

and I'm not going to let
anything happen to her.

I am not a terrorist.

You're on the No-Fly list.

Only because my idiot cousin
decided to join ISIS.

You're flying on
a stolen passport.

I couldn't travel under my own
name, so how else should I fly?

Why the sudden urgency
to fly in the first place?

I need to go back to Syria.

Why? What's your mission?

My mission?

I have to go home.
My mother is very sick.

Pancreatic cancer.

I petitioned the TSA, I went
through the proper channels.

But now she only has
a few weeks to live.

She is the one
I was talking to on the phone.

Explain this.

See how the air marshal
is staring right at you?

He's the air marshal?

He saw I was nervous, didn't he?

Is he the reason
I'm being detained?

Yeah, you might say that.

He realized you
were up to something,

so you followed him to the back

of the plane and you killed him.

Killed him? What do you mean?

We found him right over there.

No. No, no, no!

In fact, seconds after that,

this man got numerous
texts on his phone

and then began texting back,
and then he rushed off!

Look, this is
the last I saw of him.

We have his phone, Haddad.
He only sent one text.

No. I know what I saw.
He got a bunch of texts.

Five at least.

Dad,
could I see you for a second?

Anything?

We checked his luggage.

No gun, no device. Nothing
that speaks to terrorism.

Look, State can't confirm the
story about the sick mother,

but part of
Haddad's story checks out.

Turns out that Air Marshal Ford

had a second
phone on the flight.

RYAN:
It was his personal cell.

Well, we didn't find
a second phone on the body.

Well, if it had evidence on it,

it's possible
the killer removed it.

Can we recover his texts
without the phone?

Yeah, but it's
gonna take some time

to get the phone
company to release them.

Well, time is
something we don't have.

And none of this clears Haddad.

BECKETT: This could all
be a smokescreen.

ESPOSITO: Something for us to chase
while his real plan unfolds.

We need that phone.

If Ford was texting,
he must have

been connected to
the plane's Wi-Fi.

Which means the phone
may still be connected.

Right. So, can Tory ping his cell
using the Find My Users app?

Make it beep?

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Okay. I'm in. I've linked
his number into the app.

Ready to ping when you are.

CASTLE: Okay, stand by.

All right. Everyone ready?

Ready. Farrah and I are in coach,
and Jim is in first class.

Watch for anyone
reaching for their phone.

CASTLE: Ford's phone could be
in the killer's hands.

DEBBIE: Mmm-hmm.

Okay. Go.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Pinging now.

Over there.

False alarm.

Do you hear anything?

If someone removed the battery,
or even turned it off,

Tory's not gonna be able...
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

I have something!

ALEXIS: Where is it?

(PINGING CONTINUES)

(SNAKE HISSING)
Oh, crap.

I hate snakes. How long does
it take a snake to pass a...

(GASPS) There it is!

Oh, thank God. Okay.

It's locked.
We need his passcode.

Or his fingerprint.

I am so sorry about this.

And thank you for your
service to our country.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
Okay.

What's it say?
(SIGHS)

There's gotta be at least
a dozen texts on here.

You see? I told you!

(SIGHS)

"Hey, sexy.
Wanna have some fun?"

ALEXIS: "Who is this?"

CASTLE: "Meet me in the back
of the plane and find out."

But then, when they refuse to reveal
their identity, Ford won't meet.

Look, the texts
start to get hostile.

"Do what I say, or you'll have
a situation on your hands."

ALEXIS:
"What kind of situation?"

"The kind you're
hired to prevent."

"It's a federal offense
to threaten an aircraft."

"It's not a threat if I follow
through and take down this plane."

Whoever's behind this
is still on the plane.

TORY:
Beckett, I've got something.

Yeah. Hold on.

Those texts on
the marshal's phone,

they were sent
from a prepaid cell.

Can you trace it?

No. It looks like
it's been turned off.

Okay. Run down that number,

see if you can find out
who bought it and from where.

BECKET: Castle,
you still there?

CASTLE: Yeah. I'm here.

Whoever's behind this
did their homework.

They had Ford's personal number,

and they knew exactly
how to manipulate him.

They must've known him somehow.

I've got the boys
digging into Ford's life.

Financials,
movements, phone records.

They're looking
for anything that'll

connect him to
someone on that flight.

Well, tell them to
dig a little faster,

before our texter makes good
on his threat to take us down.

(STAMMERING) Castle, I...

I know. Me, too. Call me
when you have something.

Okay.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

We can't just sit around and
wait for word from the precinct.

There has to be
something we can do.

Well, maybe there is.

Only 10% of the population
is left-handed.

There must be a way
for us to figure out

who of
the passengers is a southpaw,

thus narrowing our suspect pool.

We could pass out customs
and immigration forms.

Then we'd know
who's left-handed.

Brilliant.

Now you're thinking
like a mystery writer.

Think this will work?

I don't know. It's better
than doing nothing.

Hey.

Too bad we didn't
sleep through this, too, huh?

(ALEXIS CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I'm just making
sure it's still there.

(MOUTHING) Yeah.

Beckett, I got it.

The phone that texted the marshal.
The phone was purchased online

and picked up at the airport
at a Flight Tech Express store

less than half
an hour before the flight.

Does the store have any cameras?

No,
and the cameras in the airport

don't have a good
angle on the register.

But we don't need video.

The purchaser used a credit card.
We have her name.

And I checked the manifest.
She's on the plane.

CASTLE: Marilyn Singer?

Yeah, she's a former Oceanic
executive who got fired last year.

And, Castle, get this.

She filed
a wrongful termination suit

accusing the airline
of blackballing her.

And last week, the judge ruled against
her in favor of Oceanic Airlines.

So she wants to...

(SOFTLY) So she
wants to take down

one of their planes for revenge?

That seems a little extreme.

Yes, Castle, but it's consistent

with the texts she
sent the air marshal.

And what better way
for her to destroy the airline

she believes ruined her life?

(SEAT BELT JANGLING)

What seat is she in?

(MOUTHING) Thank you. ALEXIS:
(SOFTLY) That's Marilyn?

The hair, the glasses, she
did not wanna be recognized.

Dad, left hand.

ALEXIS: It's her.

Okay, we need to isolate her

before she carries out
whatever her plan is.

How?

Go to your seat.

What are you gonna do?

Something very stupid.

She has a gun.

Which is why I want you
as far away as possible.

You know I feel the same
way about you, right?

I do. I do. Now, go back
to your seat, please.

I'm gonna need a glass of wine.

Red.

(GASPS)
Oh!

I am so sorry!
Oh, my...

DEBBIE: My apologies, ma'am.
(GASPS)

I have stain
remover in the galley.

Come with me, we'll clean you up.
Yes.

Thank you. No. I've got
detergent wipes in my bag.

Ma'am,
you don't want that to set.

Come back with me
and we'll take care of it.

Don't touch me, I'm fine.

Maybe you should go with her.

I said I'm fine.

Gun!

(GASPS)
(PASSENGERS SCREAMING)

Oh, my God!

(PASSENGERS MURMURING)

(MARILYN GASPING)

CASTLE: Come on.

MARILYN: Wait!

Uh... Ladies and gentlemen,
please remain seated.

We obviously had a situation,
but we have it under control.

I'm telling you,
this is some kind of mistake.

That gun is not mine.

What was your plan, Marilyn?

Take hostages?
Try to bring down the plane?

(SCOFFS) Bring down the plane? What
the hell are you talking about?

I'm talking about the suit
you lost against Oceanic.

And the threatening texts
you sent from this phone.

That is not my phone.

It was in your purse. Paid
for with your credit card.

Where's Kyle?

I wanna talk to Kyle.

I know he's the air marshal
on this flight.

Did he put you up to this?
Because it is not funny.

How is it
that you know Mr. Ford?

He's my boyfriend, all right?

And if he thinks
he's teaching me a lesson,

I'm going to be
seriously pissed.

Now, where is he?

Marilyn, Kyle is dead.

Dead?

Kyle's dead? How?

You should know.

His gun was in your purse.

No, I...

I... I don't
understand what's going on.

Someone else must have put
that in my bag with the phone

when I was in the bathroom.

And I suppose you always
wear a wig when you travel?

You don't understand.
I thought...

I thought Kyle
was having an affair.

It was our
six-month anniversary,

and we were supposed to
go away for the weekend.

But at the last minute,
Kyle called

and said he had to
work this flight,

that he had to
fill in for someone.

But there was
something in his voice,

like he wasn't
telling me the whole story.

So you decided to stalk him,
follow him onto this plane.

We met in the air,
fell in love on the long haul.

I thought maybe
he'd found someone else.

Is that why you lured him back here?
To confront him?

And when it all went south,
you killed him in a rage?

No. I wouldn't do that.

Please.
You have to believe me.

I can't afford to.

Jim, take her down below.
Make sure she's secure.

Please.

(MARILYN EXHALES SHARPLY)

What's wrong?

I don't know. Just...

When I told her Ford was dead,
her reaction seemed so real.

Dad, the gun and phone were in her purse.
She's left-handed. I...

No, I know.
I know, everything fits.

But why buy
a prepaid phone online,

just to pick it up at the
airport store minutes later?

Why not just walk into
the store and buy it?

And why use a credit card that can
be traced back to her? Unless...

Unless it was part of the plan,

to give us the perfect suspect so
we'd stop looking for the truth.

You think someone set her up?

I think something
else is going on here.

Look, Castle, you've been
through a lot up there,

so maybe your storyteller's
imagination's getting the best of you.

I'm telling you, there's a
lot more going on here.

Someone wants us to think
this is over, but it's not.

Castle may be right.

We contacted
the Air Marshal Service.

Ford wasn't
filling in for anyone.

He requested to
be on that flight.

RYAN: We also double-checked
Ford's financial records

and we found a transaction
that just posted.

It turns out $9,950
was wired to his bank account

just minutes before take-off.

Just under the $10,000 mark. Someone
didn't wanna tip off the feds.

ESPOSITO: Whatever's going on
up there, Ford is involved.

Who's the money from?

This guy. Victor
Kristoph Dietrich.

He's a wealthy German
industrialist.

Big name
in the import-export business.

US Customs officials
had flagged him several times

for violations,
but nothing ever stuck.

Do you think Ford
requested to be on this flight

because Dietrich
paid him to be on it?

Yes. But why?

Where is Dietrich?

His office is two blocks away.

I want him here, now.

ESPOSITO: All right.

I am sorry, detectives, but
I've never seen him before.

Then why was $10,000 transferred

from your bank account
to his, Mr. Dietrich?

Must be some kind
of banking error.

No, it's not. Both of your financial
institutions confirmed it.

It isn't a crime to give a gift.

Oh, so it's a gift now? To someone
that you don't even know?

What were you paying the air
marshal for, Mr. Dietrich?

This has been delightful,
but I'm afraid I have to go.

Um, no.
You're not going anywhere.

You have no cause to hold me.

Actually, we do.

As a material witness.

A witness to what?

The murder of a federal air marshal
on a transatlantic flight.

Murder?

Air Marshal Ford is dead?

Yes.
Now, what was the money for?

Security.

What kind of security?

I consult with Brampton's
Auction House.

I hired Mr. Ford
to provide protection

for a piece
we acquired from the Met

that was being transported
on that plane.

What kind of a piece?

It is an Art Deco-era Louis
Callay Celestialis watch,

worth $13.3 million.

And Ford was carrying it?

He was merely
keeping an eye on it.

One of our
in-house apprentices

is actually
wearing the timepiece.

You gave an apprentice
a $13-million watch?

Yeah, it's a common
auction house practice.

They fly an employee
to a foreign country

wearing the goods so that they don't
have to claim it or pay taxes on it.

With such a valuable piece, I wanted
real security for the flight.

And Ford was backing up my courier.
That was all.

Except that wasn't all.
Something went awry.

Yes. The courier
stopped replying

to my texts
shortly after take-off.

What was the courier's name,
and where was he sitting?

CASTLE: Aaron Rich?
Aaron, wake up!

Hey! I think he's been drugged.
Wake up!

Mr. Castle,
what are you doing?

It's part of the investigation.

The suspect is in custody!

Maybe not.

No, no, no, no.

No, I wasn't
supposed to fall asleep.

Thank God.

Hey! Hey. Let go of me!

Don't thank God just yet.

This watch is a fake.

The real Celestialis is self-winding.
This watch has a knob,

which means this was
never about terrorism.

It was about a heist.

(STUTTERING)
I don't understand.

You're wearing a knockoff.

It got switched out
while you were sleeping.

You weren't
supposed to realize it

until you were off the plane and
the real watch was long gone.

That obnoxious guy
who had his seat changed,

was this originally
where he was supposed to sit?

Yes, but Mr. Ford put in a request
for that seat two days ago.

And air marshals get priority, so
the system assigned it to him.

He knew it was
the perfect vantage point

from which to watch the watch.

But the thief must've found out.

And they
couldn't steal the watch

with an air marshal
sitting right there.

So they had to lure Ford
out of first class.

Using a phone that, if traced,

would lead them back to Ford's
girlfriend, who had a motive.

Dad, that means the thief
knows who's on the plane.

They had access to the manifest,

seat assignments,
Ford's personal life...

And passenger credit cards.

This was an inside job.

Aaron, who served you this drink?
Because someone spiked it.

I can't remember.
But it's usually her.

No.
No, I did not drug anybody.

Dad, she couldn't have. She was
serving us over in aisle two.

Well, then, it was...

(PASSENGERS GASP)

Stay back.

Debbie?

DEBBIE: Mmm-hmm.

FARRAH: You?

Mmm-hmm.

Why?

Thirty years, Farrah.

Thirty years of loyal service.
I was finally ready to retire.

So what does Oceanic do?

They restructure (CHUCKLES)
and eliminate our pensions.

Debbie,

you don't wanna do this.
Drop the gun.

(CHUCKLES)

Do you have any
idea what it's like

serving this little punk kid
in first class every month?

Hearing him brag about

how much money he's got
strapped to his wrist,

when I have nothing.

So when you found out he was
taking this flight again,

you decided to do something.

I heard about that watch, how
it was gonna be auctioned off.

That's $13 million.

But nobody... Nobody was
supposed to get hurt.

All right? I just needed
Ford to step away

from him for, like, a minute.

But when he saw
Aaron was sleeping,

he knew.

He tracked me down
to the cargo hold and I...

Debbie, what the airline
did to you was unfair.

But please, don't make it worse.

This isn't who you are.

(VOICE BREAKING)
It's not. It's not.

(DEBBIE SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

FARRAH: We'll be landing soon.

You can go ahead and retake
your seat with our apologies.

Thank you for believing me, Mr.
Castle.

And for bringing
Kyle's killer to justice.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Mr. Haddad.

Unfortunately,
when the plane lands,

you are going to be detained for
traveling on a stolen passport.

However, I had my friends in
New York make some calls.

If your story checks out,

the authorities here are going
to allow you to travel to Syria

to see your family
before you face charges.

Thank you, Mr. Castle.

Be safe.

And you.

I'm very proud of the way
you handled yourself today,

with what you said to Debbie.
It was very brave.

Thanks.

You know, I think I'm going
to postpone my pub date.

You are?

I thought you said you didn't
wanna be attached at the hip.

Yeah. Well, after what
happened today, I kind of do.

Me, too!

(SIGHS)
(PA SYSTEM DINGS)

CAPT. EDMUNDS: (OVER PA)
Folks, this is your captain.

We're starting our final
descent into London Heathrow.

Please take your seats. We'll
have you on the ground shortly.

(LAPTOP CHIMES)

(SIGHING) Okay.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)