Castle s08e14 Episode Script
G.D.S.
1 Taylor: Yep, proper footwear is the key.
This place is 62 acres.
We walk it three times a night.
You do that with poor arch support, [chuckles.]
you're a dead man.
Y Is that blood? Yeah.
And it leads to that grave.
This is a joke, right? Haze the new guy.
Oh, my God.
Oh, man.
Gotta get up Listen to me Clappa your hands Stompa your feet Stompa your feet So, there will be time to hit the beach while we're in L.
A.
, right? No, we're here to learn about my missing time, - not work on your tan.
- Oh, give me a little credit, Dad.
I'm not that shallow.
We were hoping to scope out some quality man candy.
Mm.
Surfers are hot.
Mm.
- You are a bad influence.
- Thank you.
That's not a c Never mind.
Look, Koreatown's about 20 minutes away.
The restaurant I was in is not gonna be open for another few hours, giving us plenty of time to settle in.
Hi.
Richard Castle.
- Later.
- Hmm? Reservation for Hmm, not too shabby.
Glad you like it, 'cause this is going to be home base.
And you are going to be running it while Hayley and I hit the streets.
- Wait.
That's not fair.
- Too bad.
We don't know what we're gonna find here.
I was shot while I was missing, remember? That could have happened in L.
A.
Your father's right.
Until we get more information, we have to proceed with caution.
Look on the bright side.
There are worse places to be trapped than a five-start hotel with room service.
[Knock on door.]
[Chuckles.]
Mr.
Castle, we've got your luggage.
Great.
Just, uh, put it right in there for me.
Mm.
On second thought, I'm good here.
Maybe I'll wait with you.
What's this? Messenger dropped that off for you a few minutes ago.
Thank you.
Alexis: Who's it from? I'm not sure.
[Paper tearing.]
"Mr.
Castle, your services are required.
A body has been found at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.
The LAPD needs your help.
" And it's signed "The GDS.
" Who's GDS? The Greatest Detective Society.
What's that? It's the greatest detective society.
It It's a legendary organization.
Rumor has it Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was a secret member.
And it's a myth.
It It's a fairy tale old P.
I.
s tell rookies to get them to do the scut work.
Said the detective that didn't get an invitation.
All right, real or not, we're here to investigate your missing time, Dad.
Not a murder.
Right, but the restaurant doesn't open for another couple hours.
Hollywood Forever Cemetery is on the way.
Can't hurt to take a look, right? [Siren wails.]
How are we gonna get in there? I've got it.
You create a diversion.
Uh, excuse me.
Hello? Excuse me.
Hey.
Excuse me.
Looking for Detective Menendez.
[Camera shutter clicks.]
He's, uh, with the M.
E.
Thank you.
Kurt! Hey.
Hayley.
I did not know you were in town.
Yeah.
We just got in from New York.
This is Richard Castle.
Kurt Menendez Major Crimes Division.
- Great to meet you.
- Likewise.
Doing a little grisly sightseeing? Uh, no pleasure this time, just business.
- What kind of business? - Oh, come on, Kurt.
You know the drill client confidentiality and all that.
But anything we find, we'll share with you.
I've heard that one before.
Yes, but any failures on my part have always been remedied with the finest single malt.
So, what do you say? Will you let us in for a little look-see? [Sighs.]
Yes? - Sure.
Come on.
- Thank you.
Thanks.
Our victim's name is Phillip Harris.
A local private investigator.
M.
E.
said he was killed around midnight Throat cut.
And then the killer took out his heart.
Done with surgical precision? Not particularly.
So, New York, huh? Yeah.
Just flew in this morning.
That's funny, because our victim just flew back from New York yesterday morning.
I left word for a sister who lives there.
Crazy coincidence.
You know, I work very closely with the 12th Precinct in New York.
Detectives Ryan and Esposito.
They could talk to Harris' sister for you, maybe run down any New York clues.
Okay, thanks.
I'll give them a call.
Excuse me.
Tell them I said hi.
They love me.
Ryan: Castle? He's a giant pain in the ass, but he's good people.
Okay.
Uh, yeah, sure.
We'll help.
We'll interview Harris' sister, Veronica.
Yeah, why don't you send us a copy of the murder book, okay? Thanks.
I need a favor, but you can't tell Javi.
[Laughs.]
I don't know if I'm comfortable with that.
It's not bad.
It's just I met a guy.
I like him.
And I want you to run a background check on him.
- Romantic.
- Seriously.
In this day and age, you can't trust anyone.
I don't want to fall for the guy and then discover he's got a thing for putting the lotion in the basket.
Okay.
I'll, uh, check it out.
Check what out? Uh, this, uh This rash that I have.
Yeah, I wanted to get Lanie's medical opinion on it.
Too much information, bro.
Yeah, that's what I said.
Later, boys.
Castle: First thing we need to do is figure out what case Phillip Harris was working on.
Odds are, that's what got him killed.
Look, I love a gruesome murder as much as the next girl, but we don't have a client.
And impressing that ridiculous detective society isn't exactly on the top of my list.
Well, it's on mine.
But first, let's see if anyone knows what I was doing here a year and a half ago.
Yeah.
This is definitely the place.
Andrew: Two for lunch? [Shouting in Korean.]
The watch.
Richard.
What's going on? You were here 18 months ago.
Uh, yeah.
It's my place.
So? Do you recognize him? No, should I? Uh, I was here about, um [Speaks Korean.]
I was here about a year and a half ago.
Something happened.
You yelled at me.
Oh, you're the guy with the watch.
What watch? You You couldn't pay.
And then I was gonna call the cops on you.
And then, uh, you you gave me your watch to hold onto.
Said you were gonna come back for it, but you never came.
- Was I with anybody? - Uh, no.
Did I talk to anybody? Did I tell you where I'd been or where I was going? No.
You, uh, just ate, and then you left.
Uh, gave me your watch first.
Do you still have the watch? Best wingman I ever had.
That does not look familiar.
And it's a knock-off.
But it's the freshest clue we have.
I'll buy it back from you.
Sure.
My brother was right.
Right about what? The Phantom.
A serial killer Phillip was hunting.
He stumbled onto it working a missing-persons case.
We haven't heard of any active serials nicknamed The Phantom.
That's why Phillip called him The Phantom Because no one has any idea that he exists.
According to Phillip, The Phantom had been killing people in Los Angeles and New York for the last several years.
A bicoastal serial killer? Right before Phillip flew back to L.
A.
, he told me that he'd had a break in the case, that he was close to identifying The Phantom.
He must have gotten too close to the truth.
I pulled autopsy reports on The Phantom's alleged victims.
Total of seven Four in L.
A.
, three in New York.
All seven were killed with a knife.
Any pattern besides the knife? No.
The victims are all over the map.
Four men, three women.
Different ethnicities and ages.
Each of the victims had something removed An ear, an eye, a finger.
Why? What's the significance of that? There is none.
And because of the randomness, no one was able to connect the murders.
Until Phillip Harris, of course.
So Phillip was right.
A serial killer's been hunting in L.
A.
and New York for three years completely under the radar.
All this way for a dead end.
Oh, it might be for the best.
Ignorance is bliss.
No, ignorance is hell.
Mr.
Castle.
The GDS is requesting my presence at headquarters.
This must mean I passed their test and they want me to join their ranks.
I hate to burst your fanboy bubble, but how do you know this is on the up-and-up? Is this on the up-and-up? Yes, sir.
What are you doing? Watching your back.
Oh.
Uh, we have Hello.
Mr.
Castle, Ms.
Shipton.
[Door closes.]
It's a pleasure to meet both of you.
I'm Mason Wood.
What a pleasure.
I cannot even believe I'm here.
This is a dream come true.
That's very kind of you to say.
Our society has a long and rich history, and our membership expands every continent, save Antarctica.
Not too many murders there.
No.
No.
[Chuckles.]
Although, I did find a lost Chinese treasure ship hidden in an iceberg 2007.
Now, I hate to do this, but I need to speak to Mr.
Castle alone.
I'm sure you understand, Ms.
Shipton.
No.
I can stay here, if that's what you mean.
Excellent.
This way.
Ooh.
As you can see, we have assembled a few of our members.
Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
I know you.
You were at the crime scene.
You're a cop.
No, but I wear the hell out of a uniform.
This is Kendall Frost.
She's a private detective based out of San Francisco.
I'm afraid I'm a little confused.
What exactly are we doing here? Phillip Harris was a member of our society.
His death is a tragedy.
But it is also an opportunity for you or Ms.
Frost.
Phillip's death has left an opening in our ranks.
Whichever one of you solves his murder will be invited in.
S08E14 G.
D.
S.
Phillip Harris was right.
[Door closes.]
There is a phantom serial killer murdering people on both coasts.
That's clever.
Splitting up his hunting ground kept everyone from knowing his existence.
- Did the boys get any leads? - Just one.
His sister said that Phillip Harris was working undercover at Zenith Studios.
Alexis: Oh, they're the ones that ruined the Nikki Heat movie franchise.
Not ruined Destroyed, terminated, extirpated, vaporized, eviscerated.
Do you plan on running through the full thesaurus? No.
I think that'll about do it.
Anyway, Phillip thought someone at Zenith Studios was The Phantom.
Makes sense.
Plenty of people connected with the film industry are bicoastal.
Directors, producers, cinematographers And actors, who are all borderline sociopaths, by the way.
Don't have to tell me.
Hey, did anyone at Zenith know that Phillip was working there undercover? Just one Head of the studio.
Ah.
Let's go talk to him.
Thank you.
I am so going to get that spot in the Greatest Detective Society.
I mean, there's no way Kendall has access to the kind of details that I have.
Oh, don't get cocky, Rick.
You haven't solved the murder yet.
- Hide me.
- What? How? Rick Castle.
Oh, hi, Courtney.
Hey.
I'm Courtney.
Hayley.
So, what's going on? You guys have a beef or something? - Me and Rick? - Yeah.
No.
No way.
We're buds.
- Oh.
- Buds? Last time I saw you, you tried to run me down with a golf cart 'cause I wouldn't let you get cast in the Nikki Heat movie.
But what I didn't know then, which I do now, was that your movie was gonna be quite possibly the worst movie ever made.
Not being cast in your movie was the best thing that could have happened to my career.
[Sighs.]
So thanks.
Let's do lunch some time.
- Nice meeting you.
- Yeah.
Say hi to Brandon.
Can you believe her? Worst movie ever made? Yeah, I can believe her.
It was a terrible film.
Well, that was all thanks to this really obtuse studio executive.
What the hell was his name? Trevor Nigel.
And you must be Richard Castle.
- Yes.
- We've only ever talked on the phone.
Yeah.
Nice to finally put a face to all those notes.
Thank you so much for seeing us without an appointment.
Are you kidding me? This is fate.
I'm serious, Rick.
Your name literally just came up in our last story-development meeting.
It did? Now, look, I know this studio did a poor job producing Heatwave, but believe me, I fought for your vision.
And now that I am running the studio, it is time to get back in the Richard Castle business.
Oh, uh, well, thank you.
I'm flattered.
[Cellphone chiming.]
But we're not actually here about my books.
We're actually looking into the murder of Phillip Harris.
Yes, I heard about that.
It was shocking.
Phil was a great guy.
He saved my ass a couple of years ago.
Got photos of my ex having an affair with our personal psychic.
- Oh.
- Saved me millions.
[Chiming continues.]
So, Phillip's sister told us that you gave him permission to go undercover here at the studio.
Yes.
Phil said he was working a new case.
He asked for a favor.
I owed him one, so I said okay.
Who was he investigating? He wanted access to Austin Elektra.
The movie director? Yeah.
Shooting a film over on 1.
"Gladiators.
" It's gonna make a billion in China.
Oh, h-hold on.
You don't think that Austin had something to do with Phil's murder? Was Austin filming last night? He was supposed to.
But for some reason, he shut down production early and took off.
About what time did he leave the lot? I heard around 11:00.
Why? Giving him lots of time to get to that cemetery.
Where do we find Stage 1? You work out? [Bell ringing.]
Hayley: Oh, look.
There's Austin.
So, how do you want to play this? Well, if he did kill Phillip Harris, he's bound to be on guard, so we can't let him know that we are looking at him as a suspect.
Kendall?! Oh, she's good.
[Chuckles.]
How did she get onto Austin so quick? We're done for.
She's already got him wrapped around her skinny, little finger.
Don't say I never did anything for you.
There you are, darling.
Mm.
So, who's our new friend? Babe, this is Austin Elektra.
- Hi.
- Hi.
So, I just invited your girlfriend up to my place later.
Ready to rehearse.
You're more than welcome to join if you want.
Oh, that sounds naughty.
I love naughty.
Ready to rehearse.
Got to go.
See you ladies tonight.
Absolutely.
Are you kidding me with this? Oh, come on, sweetie.
All's fair in love and murder investigations.
What, do you think this is a game? As hot as it would be to see you two fight Especially after that kiss We need to work together on this.
It is in all our best interests.
All right.
We'll work together.
For now.
Wow.
This is actually gonna work out great.
While you and Kendall keep Austin distracted, I'll search his house for proof that he's The Phantom.
Membership in the GDS is as good as mine.
Oh, yay for you.
What's wrong? [Sighs.]
Was it the kiss with Kendall? Was it Too much tongue? - N - Not enough tongue? N Well, not enough.
No, Kendall was right.
This is not a game.
If Austin Elektra is in fact The Phantom, then we are walking right into the lair of a serial killer.
I'm sorry.
Repeat everything you said after "not enough.
" Oh, God help us.
[Computer beeps.]
Esposito: Hey, Kev.
Hey! Hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
What's up, partner? Castle and Hayley might be onto something.
Turns out that movie director was in New York during two of The Phantom's murders.
What about the third? Based on financials, there's no indication of where Austin was.
Which means he could have been here committing that third New York homicide.
This could be our guy.
Yeah, I'm gonna keep digging.
Oh, and, uh [Computer beeps.]
What is this, bro? What are you hiding from me, and who is Tyler Ross, and why are you running a background check on him? Tyler's nobody.
Um, well, you see, um Okay, Jenny a-and I, we're looking to have a new nanny.
Or in Tyler's case, a a manny.
[Laughs.]
- What? - Yeah.
[Both chuckle.]
Stop it.
You're, like, the worst liar ever.
Who is this guy? He's Lanie's new boyfriend.
She wanted me to check him out but not to tell you.
You know what this means, right? We are gonna have some fun at Lanie's expense.
Hey, Lanie.
I got your text.
And I've got your murder weapon A picture of it, anyway.
I used the autopsies of The Phantom's victims to generate this.
Ryan: Hmm.
Those serrations near the base are pretty distinctive.
Exactly.
Find the knife Find the killer.
Nice work.
So, how's the background check going? Oh, pretty good so far.
I don't like the sound of that.
No, t-there's there's nothing to worry about y-yet.
It's it's just a rumor.
Let's hear it.
Okay.
He's got a thing about clowns.
That's okay.
Lots of people are afraid of clowns.
Oh, no, no.
He's not afraid of them.
He likes them.
Like a fetish? [Sighs.]
Oh, good Lord.
I-I haven't verified it yet.
I still have to speak with one of his exes.
Okay.
Keep me posted, will you? Ryan, that is excellent.
Thank you.
Now, just hold off on giving it to LAPD just until morning.
We have a plan to expose who's behind this.
[Sighs.]
Or get ourselves killed.
Having second thoughts? About having a ménage with a trophy-taking serial killer? No! What could possibly go wrong? Look, this the murder weapon.
All you have to do is distract Austin long enough for me to find this knife.
Let's just hope we don't find it in one of our backs.
Right.
[Alarm beeping.]
Oh.
Castle: Wow.
Ooh.
Sorry.
I was setting up a few counter-surveillance precautions.
You think we're being bugged? [Beeping stops.]
We aren't sure exactly what or who we're looking for out here, so I figured, we can't be sure who's looking for us.
So, what tripped the alarm? Maybe the sensor's turned up too high.
[Beeps, whirring.]
[Beeping.]
Ah, ha ha ha.
I'll be damned.
Looks like this watch is good for something other than taking care of checks at Korean restaurants.
Mm.
[Sighs.]
Hello.
Someone has hard-wired a GPS transmitter to the watch's battery.
You think it's CIA, left over from my Thailand mission? Possible.
Doubt we'll ever know for sure.
Can't we track down where it was purchased? No.
I'm afraid this transmitter's incredibly common, which makes tracking it almost impossible.
But we have to try, right? I mean, it's why we're here.
[Knock on door.]
Kendall.
Wow.
You certainly have baited the hook.
I had to, especially considering it's gonna be two against one tonight.
What are you talking about? Come on, Rick.
I know you're gonna sneak into Austin's house to look for evidence while Hayley and I distract him.
I'm no fool, but you are if you think your little plan will work without these.
Schematics to Austin Elektra's house.
Where'd you get those? Don't worry your pretty, little head about that.
Pretty? While Hayley and I distract Austin, you need to look for this.
It's a false wall.
A secret room.
That would be the perfect place for Austin to hide the grisly trophies he takes from his victims.
Exactly.
Now, if you find evidence that Austin is the killer, I get equal credit.
No double-crosses.
Deal.
That way, Mason Wood has to make both of us members of the society.
Let's go.
Hold on.
Is that what you're wearing? - Yes.
- No.
Deciding between something I brought and something that Rick's about to buy me.
I think I know the direction you'll be leaning in.
Oh.
You really do deserve to be in the Greatest Detective Society.
Austin: Wow.
Come in, come in.
Let's get some drinks in you.
Ooh.
Here you go.
Ooh.
A little something to loosen your inhibitions.
Oh, don't worry.
We're plenty loose already.
Not after I've tied you up.
Oh.
So, who's first? Uh [Chuckles.]
Um tell you what.
Uh, why don't you let me tie you up first? Then how am I gonna be able to do all the terrible things that I've got planned for you? [Laughs.]
Oh, I'm sure you'll figure something out.
[Chuckling.]
Isn't that right, Kendall? Kendall Kendall? Damn it.
She's gonna miss all the fun.
[Grunts.]
You've been had.
That dirty little [Chuckles.]
I'm getting tired of chasing you.
Well, there's no rule against taking a short break.
[Laughs.]
[Alarm blaring.]
What the hell? Hey, where's your friend? Huh? Castle: Thought we had a deal.
No more double-crosses.
Sorry, Ricky, but I am going to be the one to take those trophies in.
Castle: Well, good luck with that, because I'm looking for a murder weapon.
It's a unique blade, but I guess you wouldn't know that.
- You're lying.
- No.
And here it is.
Okay, great.
We'll take it in together.
Like you said, we have deal, right? Oh, so now the deal's back on? Austin: Drop the knife! Austin, the police know we're here.
If you kill us, they will catch you.
I'm not gonna kill you.
Then why are you holding us at gunpoint? Because you're robbing me? We're not robbing you.
We're getting evidence that you are a serial killer.
Like this knife, which as been used in seven ritualistic murders.
What are you talking about? I-I'm not a serial killer.
I'm a film director.
And that is a prop from a horror movie I shot two years ago.
Well, prop or not, this knife matches our victims' wounds exactly.
There were five identical knives made for that film, which means there are four others out there just like it.
Maybe you should be looking for one of those.
But you were in New York for three of those murders.
So were 8 million other people, including my assistant, who can prove my whereabouts at all times.
Now get the hell out of my house! - Do you think you could - Hey.
Okay.
Well, the director was telling the truth.
His alibis check out for all three New York murders.
Then we need to track down all the knives that were made for that horror movie.
Yeah.
Clearly one of them was used to commit all seven murders.
There were eight.
W-What are you talking about? I discovered a fourth New York victim A man by the name of Pat Crews.
Are you sure? Phillip Harris only knew about three.
There's a reason he missed this one.
Because this murder took place on the same day The Phantom killed a woman in Los Angeles.
But how can that be? Unless There are two serial killers, one on each coast.
[Knock on door.]
- [Groans.]
Who is that? - Castle: I don't know.
Whoever it is, I hope they brought coffee.
Detective Menendez.
- You know - Please come in.
I expect to be screwed over by an asshat that I don't know, but not from one who's supposed to be my friend.
I take it that you heard about what happened at Austin Elektra's house last night.
You said you'd keep me in the loop.
Look, we can explain.
Uh, Austin had a prop knife that matched the murder weapon.
And our lab tested it this morning it's clean.
Did you manage to track down the other four knives used in the movie? Two of the knives are still at the studio warehouse.
They came up clean, too.
And according to the prop master Who alibied out, by the way The last two knives went missing.
Well, Lanie discovered there are two different murderers operating on either coast using identical weapons.
All we have to do Oh, whoa, whoa.
No, no, no.
T-there is no "we.
" You two are done.
And if I catch either of you working this case, I'll have you both arrested for obstruction.
No, no, no, no.
Mm.
Hey, maybe a little single malt scotch will smooth things over? Go home.
Excuse me.
T-this just came for you, Mr.
Castle.
Oh.
Um thanks.
Looks like Menendez isn't the only one unhappy about last night.
Mason wants to see Kendall and me right away.
Good luck.
What's that? This is payback.
Thanks for coming in.
Where is everyone else? Their enthusiasm for both of you waned after the way you conducted yourselves last night.
It was messy, boarish, lacking the sophistication we expect from any potential member.
- It was her fault.
- It was his fault.
No, it was my fault, thinking that either of you could ever have filled Phillip's shoes.
Mr.
Wood, please.
Give me another chance.
No, give me another chance.
I will find Phillip's killer.
She won't.
She's been two steps behind me this whole time.
Behind you? I got to Austin first.
And I got to the knife.
And although it wasn't the actual murder weapon, thank you to my contacts at the NYPD, I have the address to the prop master's cousin in San Pedro who kept two of the last prop knives for himself as souvenirs.
You see? I am close.
Okay.
And may the best detective win.
Don't worry.
I will.
You realize she picked your pocket.
Oh, yes.
Whose address is on that piece of paper? It's a casting director my mother wanted to have a meeting with.
Hmm.
Kendall is going to be mad when she finds out.
Like I'm scared of her.
She is a master of Krav Maga.
And she is deadly with a sniper rifle from a mile and a half.
Good luck.
I could not sleep last night.
I kept having nightmares that I was sleeping with Bozo the Clown.
Please tell me you found out more.
Okay, relax.
I spoke with Tyler's ex.
He does not have a clown fetish.
[Sighs.]
[Exhales.]
But But what? But what, Ryan? You better speak now.
His ex mentioned that he might have a bit of a bad habit.
What kind of habit? The kind that requires rubber sheets.
He's a bed wetter? Yo.
Detective Menendez just called.
According to the prop master, those two knives went missing on the last day of the shoot.
Ohh.
He's got the studio pulling drive-on logs from that day.
He's gonna send us over a copy so we can see if any of the names connect to one of the New York murders.
Hey, you okay? [Chuckles.]
Damn, what'd you tell her? Bed wetter.
[Laughs.]
[Sighs.]
This had better be important.
The masseuse was in the middle of doing things one only dreams of.
I was able to trace the tracker in my dad's watch.
It was purchased by a man named Malcolm McCabe.
Oh.
Born and raised in L.
A.
Former Army Special Forces.
Says here he's working overseas.
He has an aunt that lives in Pasadena.
We should go talk to her, see if she knows anything.
Sure, we could do that.
Or we could just pretend you never found this.
Fine.
But my dad wants to know what happened during his missing time.
Of course he does.
But what happens when your father starts poking his nose into this Malcolm fellow? Hmm? I mean, the guy is former Special Forces.
God only knows what he's doing for a living right now.
Isn't is safer for your father to maybe not remember what happened? You should delete this.
You okay? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Why don't you head back to the spa? Don't have to tell me twice.
[Sighs.]
[Door opens, closes.]
Check this out.
I compared the drive-on list from the studio to people connected to the fourth New York victim, Pat Crews.
- Any matches? - Yeah.
Crews was a writing teacher at The New School.
One of his early students is a successful screenwriter named Jordan Keegan, who now lives in New York but happened to be on the studio lot in L.
A.
when the murder weapons went missing.
Let's pick his ass up.
So, you're doing a news story on my nephew Malcolm, huh? Mm-hmm.
It's about war heroes.
Oh.
Look.
Isn't he handsome? Oh, yeah.
But like I said, he's out of the country.
His job keeps him really busy.
Let me get you his number, okay? - Thanks.
- Be right back.
Uh, Ms.
McCabe, I have to go.
Thank you for your time.
[Gasps.]
Damn it, Alexis.
You're just like your old man.
You can't leave things alone.
Are you going to kill me? What? Why would you say that? Oh, I don't know.
Maybe because you're connected to my dad's missing time and now you're hiding in the back of my rental car.
Alexis, I would never hurt you.
This isn't what you think.
What the hell is your game, Hayley? Believe me, you don't want to know.
Neither does your father.
Why not? It's complicated.
Jordan Keegan? We need to talk.
About what? Well, your name came up in a homicide.
This is the murder weapon.
It's a prop from a movie that you wrote.
So? So, did you happen to keep one as a souvenir? Perhaps two? One for yourself, one for your partner out in Los Angeles? What are you guys talking about? We're talking about Pat Crews, your old writing teacher.
He was killed with a knife shaped exactly like that one.
Hey! Drop it! Help me! - Let her go, Jordan.
- Stand back! You got no where to go.
Drop the scissors.
Listen, fellas, I'm a writer, so trust me when I say if the villain surrenders, oh, it's just so unsatisfying! That's why they always go out in style.
Just relax, Jordan.
Don't do anything stupid.
Stupid? Me? How can you say that when we've outsmarted you for years? Who's "we"? Who's your partner in L.
A.
? A genius.
He believed in me.
Took my visions, made them real.
Give us a name, Jordan.
You'll never find him.
Ah! [Gunshots fire.]
[Sobbing.]
Okay.
No, I understand.
Thank you.
Hey.
[Door closes.]
That was Ryan and Esposito.
They had to kill Jordan Keegan.
But they sent us digital copies of Jordan's computer.
Now, I think we and by "we", I mean the two of you Might be able to find something on there that'll give us a lead to find his West Coast counterpart.
Rick, we need to talk.
About what? I'll give you two the room.
[Door closes.]
You remember when we first met? How could I forget? You sucker-punched me in the face.
No.
No, we'd met before that.
A year and a half earlier, to be precise.
You mean this whole time you knew? Who the hell are you? I'm Hayley.
Didn't lie about that.
Technically, I didn't lie about anything.
I misrepresented, sure, but I-I didn't lie.
But why? Because a year and a half ago, you asked me to.
In fact, you begged.
I don't understand.
So ages ago, I did some freelance work for MI-6, and I met an American spy on an op.
He was an older gentleman, very handsome, smart as a whip.
My father.
Jackson Hunt.
Year and a half ago, he calls me, asks me to keep an eye out on you here in L.
A.
Said you were sticking your nose where it didn't belong.
What did he say I was doing? [Sighs.]
I didn't ask, he didn't say.
But I do know that after your two weeks in Thailand, your undercover mission for the CIA was over and you were supposed to go home.
But instead you went rogue and you came to L.
A.
To keep tabs on you, I borrowed a GPS tracker from a friend of mine, Malcolm.
And I placed it In my watch.
That was you.
Yeah, only you left it in that Korean restaurant.
So I lost track of you.
And by the time I found you, you'd been shot in the side.
Who shot me? You wouldn't say.
You did mention your CIA handler, a guy named Jenkins.
You said that you were going to go and ask him to erase everything that had happened to you here.
But that doesn't sound like me.
I'm curious by nature.
Why would I do that? I have no clue, but you were adamant.
And you made me promise that if I ever met you again, I'd never say any of this.
Well, that doesn't explain why you stuck around, why you agreed to come work with me.
I'm fond of you, Rick, and I adore your daughter.
And after a lifetime of caring about nobody but myself, I decided to stick around and keep an eye on you two.
It's like a Philip K.
Dick novel.
Wish I could go back in time and tell myself not to erase my memory.
Or you could trust that you did it with good reason.
Maybe just let your lost time go, because if you keep looking, if you keep searching for that answer, well there's no telling what kind of hell you'll unleash.
Dad? What did Hayley tell you? The truth.
Why did Hayley lie to us? Because I asked her to.
It's complicated.
Can you trust her? Yes.
Absolutely.
And you can, too.
But you can't trust me with the truth? Oh, hang on.
Alexis, that's not about trust.
I am your father.
And from the day you came into this world, it's been my job to protect you.
[Sighs.]
So, what's our next move? There is no next move.
We let sleeping dogs lie.
It's safer that way, for everyone.
I'm really sorry to interrupt, but I think I found something.
- On Phillip's homicide? - Yeah.
I was going through Jordan Keegan's computer files, and I found something interesting.
It's a screenplay.
Mm.
"Gemini Killers.
" Yeah, it's a dreadful story about a serial-killing duo.
Not sure, but it might give us some insight.
I've seen this before.
The script? No, the the notes in the margins here This odd handwriting that I know who the killer is.
No, I cannot hold.
I [Siren chirping.]
It's Trevor Nigel.
What You're gonna have to move that.
Trevor Nigel, you're under arrest.
Excuse me? We found the knife that killed Phillip Harris.
Along with a rather ghastly collection of human body parts.
I admit nothing.
Neither did your partner before he was killed.
Jordan is dead? He gave me up, didn't he? I knew I should never have partnered with a screenwriter.
No, Trevor.
You gave yourself up.
Back when your studio was doing Heatwave, I gave you notes on that horrible script you commissioned.
But you sent it back to me with a handwritten note detailing why my ideas were stupid.
I never forget a bad review, especially one with such distinctive handwriting.
Hayley: It's the same handwriting on your serial killer partner's screenplay.
Richard, you're a pretty good writer, but you should really read Jordan's work, because it is inspiring.
After I read his "Gemini Killers" screenplay, I knew that I had found a kindred spirit Someone with the same desires as I had.
And his script laid out [Handcuffs clicks.]
the perfect plan for us to kill Ow! Without attracting suspicion.
Sadly, he could never nail the end.
Well, we did, and you've reached it.
Maybe you should do the rewrite.
Call my assistant to set up a meeting.
Know what? I'm good.
Besides, I think your next picture's gonna be a prison drama.
- Hey, still pissed at me? - Yep.
Oh, come on.
I'll make it up to you the next time I'm in town.
You better.
[Doors close, engine starts.]
That was really cute.
Oh, stop it.
Kendall.
Ha nice to see you.
How was San Pedro? Wasn't too much traffic, was there? What freeway did you take? Well played, Castle.
You beat me, unfair and square.
All right.
Let's get this over with.
Where is she? Her text said it was important.
I don't know.
- Let's go, then.
- Yeah.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! What'd you do that for? I confronted Tyler about his bed-wetting.
[Laughs.]
Hey, hey, hey! Look, we're sorry, okay? It's far from okay.
We broke up.
Well, we'll talk to him.
We'll work it out.
- Yeah.
- No, I broke up with him.
After he denied being a bed wetter, he admitted to having a fetish for Ooh, let's just say it was nasty.
What do you mean, "nasty"? Yeah, what kind of nasty things was this dude into? Get out of my morgue! Losers! The competition has ended.
Richard Castle, you have solved the murder of Phillip Harris.
[Applause.]
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
You're too kind.
You have proven yourself worthy, and we, the members of the Greatest Detective Society, offer you a place at our table.
I'm humbled and flattered, but I'm afraid I must decline.
What? What are you doing? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to work with the best of the best.
Not for me.
I already work with the greatest detective in the world, and I cannot wait to get back home to her.
But, sir, you should seriously consider Kendall for membership.
She is one hell of a detective and sneaky in all the right ways.
You're sure about this? Absolutely, sir.
You just keep getting more and more interesting, Mr.
Castle.
I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you.
Hayley: [Sighs.]
Okay.
Are you not packed? I can't do it.
Pack you clothes? Walk away.
Hayley, I need to know what happened to me.
Okay, there's one last thing.
Just before you left to get your memories erased, you came to me with one final request.
Like what kind of request? That if you demanded to know the truth, I show you this.
What is this? It's a, uh, secret website on the dark web.
What's on it? Not a clue.
You installed a password that only you would know.
Called it "Blair's combination.
" From a short story I wrote when I was 17.
Never saw the light of day.
What was that combination? 4 left 17 right 21 left.
[Beeps.]
I'll step out.
No, no.
You've, um You've earned the right to see this.
Hey, there, buddy.
It's me.
And by "me," I mean you.
And if you are seeing this, then you are an idiot, because you are trying to figure out what happened to you in Los Angeles.
What you discovered about Bracken's partnership with LokSat is too dangerous to pursue.
LokSat? I knew about LokSat? I am barely living proof.
I was shot trying to figure out where LokSat's plane was landing tonight.
I barely escaped without being identified.
I am erasing our mind for a reason To protect Kate.
'Cause if she found out, then she will die.
So do not tell her what you discovered in Los Angeles, for her sake.
Do you know what this means? Yes.
You tracked LokSat.
If we can cross-reference airports and identify what airplane landed the night you were shot, then we have a real chance of finding out who LokSat really is.
No, no.
It means what happened was my fault.
The murders of Beckett's former AG team In trying to protect Beckett from LokSat, I inadvertently sentenced them all to death.
This place is 62 acres.
We walk it three times a night.
You do that with poor arch support, [chuckles.]
you're a dead man.
Y Is that blood? Yeah.
And it leads to that grave.
This is a joke, right? Haze the new guy.
Oh, my God.
Oh, man.
Gotta get up Listen to me Clappa your hands Stompa your feet Stompa your feet So, there will be time to hit the beach while we're in L.
A.
, right? No, we're here to learn about my missing time, - not work on your tan.
- Oh, give me a little credit, Dad.
I'm not that shallow.
We were hoping to scope out some quality man candy.
Mm.
Surfers are hot.
Mm.
- You are a bad influence.
- Thank you.
That's not a c Never mind.
Look, Koreatown's about 20 minutes away.
The restaurant I was in is not gonna be open for another few hours, giving us plenty of time to settle in.
Hi.
Richard Castle.
- Later.
- Hmm? Reservation for Hmm, not too shabby.
Glad you like it, 'cause this is going to be home base.
And you are going to be running it while Hayley and I hit the streets.
- Wait.
That's not fair.
- Too bad.
We don't know what we're gonna find here.
I was shot while I was missing, remember? That could have happened in L.
A.
Your father's right.
Until we get more information, we have to proceed with caution.
Look on the bright side.
There are worse places to be trapped than a five-start hotel with room service.
[Knock on door.]
[Chuckles.]
Mr.
Castle, we've got your luggage.
Great.
Just, uh, put it right in there for me.
Mm.
On second thought, I'm good here.
Maybe I'll wait with you.
What's this? Messenger dropped that off for you a few minutes ago.
Thank you.
Alexis: Who's it from? I'm not sure.
[Paper tearing.]
"Mr.
Castle, your services are required.
A body has been found at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.
The LAPD needs your help.
" And it's signed "The GDS.
" Who's GDS? The Greatest Detective Society.
What's that? It's the greatest detective society.
It It's a legendary organization.
Rumor has it Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was a secret member.
And it's a myth.
It It's a fairy tale old P.
I.
s tell rookies to get them to do the scut work.
Said the detective that didn't get an invitation.
All right, real or not, we're here to investigate your missing time, Dad.
Not a murder.
Right, but the restaurant doesn't open for another couple hours.
Hollywood Forever Cemetery is on the way.
Can't hurt to take a look, right? [Siren wails.]
How are we gonna get in there? I've got it.
You create a diversion.
Uh, excuse me.
Hello? Excuse me.
Hey.
Excuse me.
Looking for Detective Menendez.
[Camera shutter clicks.]
He's, uh, with the M.
E.
Thank you.
Kurt! Hey.
Hayley.
I did not know you were in town.
Yeah.
We just got in from New York.
This is Richard Castle.
Kurt Menendez Major Crimes Division.
- Great to meet you.
- Likewise.
Doing a little grisly sightseeing? Uh, no pleasure this time, just business.
- What kind of business? - Oh, come on, Kurt.
You know the drill client confidentiality and all that.
But anything we find, we'll share with you.
I've heard that one before.
Yes, but any failures on my part have always been remedied with the finest single malt.
So, what do you say? Will you let us in for a little look-see? [Sighs.]
Yes? - Sure.
Come on.
- Thank you.
Thanks.
Our victim's name is Phillip Harris.
A local private investigator.
M.
E.
said he was killed around midnight Throat cut.
And then the killer took out his heart.
Done with surgical precision? Not particularly.
So, New York, huh? Yeah.
Just flew in this morning.
That's funny, because our victim just flew back from New York yesterday morning.
I left word for a sister who lives there.
Crazy coincidence.
You know, I work very closely with the 12th Precinct in New York.
Detectives Ryan and Esposito.
They could talk to Harris' sister for you, maybe run down any New York clues.
Okay, thanks.
I'll give them a call.
Excuse me.
Tell them I said hi.
They love me.
Ryan: Castle? He's a giant pain in the ass, but he's good people.
Okay.
Uh, yeah, sure.
We'll help.
We'll interview Harris' sister, Veronica.
Yeah, why don't you send us a copy of the murder book, okay? Thanks.
I need a favor, but you can't tell Javi.
[Laughs.]
I don't know if I'm comfortable with that.
It's not bad.
It's just I met a guy.
I like him.
And I want you to run a background check on him.
- Romantic.
- Seriously.
In this day and age, you can't trust anyone.
I don't want to fall for the guy and then discover he's got a thing for putting the lotion in the basket.
Okay.
I'll, uh, check it out.
Check what out? Uh, this, uh This rash that I have.
Yeah, I wanted to get Lanie's medical opinion on it.
Too much information, bro.
Yeah, that's what I said.
Later, boys.
Castle: First thing we need to do is figure out what case Phillip Harris was working on.
Odds are, that's what got him killed.
Look, I love a gruesome murder as much as the next girl, but we don't have a client.
And impressing that ridiculous detective society isn't exactly on the top of my list.
Well, it's on mine.
But first, let's see if anyone knows what I was doing here a year and a half ago.
Yeah.
This is definitely the place.
Andrew: Two for lunch? [Shouting in Korean.]
The watch.
Richard.
What's going on? You were here 18 months ago.
Uh, yeah.
It's my place.
So? Do you recognize him? No, should I? Uh, I was here about, um [Speaks Korean.]
I was here about a year and a half ago.
Something happened.
You yelled at me.
Oh, you're the guy with the watch.
What watch? You You couldn't pay.
And then I was gonna call the cops on you.
And then, uh, you you gave me your watch to hold onto.
Said you were gonna come back for it, but you never came.
- Was I with anybody? - Uh, no.
Did I talk to anybody? Did I tell you where I'd been or where I was going? No.
You, uh, just ate, and then you left.
Uh, gave me your watch first.
Do you still have the watch? Best wingman I ever had.
That does not look familiar.
And it's a knock-off.
But it's the freshest clue we have.
I'll buy it back from you.
Sure.
My brother was right.
Right about what? The Phantom.
A serial killer Phillip was hunting.
He stumbled onto it working a missing-persons case.
We haven't heard of any active serials nicknamed The Phantom.
That's why Phillip called him The Phantom Because no one has any idea that he exists.
According to Phillip, The Phantom had been killing people in Los Angeles and New York for the last several years.
A bicoastal serial killer? Right before Phillip flew back to L.
A.
, he told me that he'd had a break in the case, that he was close to identifying The Phantom.
He must have gotten too close to the truth.
I pulled autopsy reports on The Phantom's alleged victims.
Total of seven Four in L.
A.
, three in New York.
All seven were killed with a knife.
Any pattern besides the knife? No.
The victims are all over the map.
Four men, three women.
Different ethnicities and ages.
Each of the victims had something removed An ear, an eye, a finger.
Why? What's the significance of that? There is none.
And because of the randomness, no one was able to connect the murders.
Until Phillip Harris, of course.
So Phillip was right.
A serial killer's been hunting in L.
A.
and New York for three years completely under the radar.
All this way for a dead end.
Oh, it might be for the best.
Ignorance is bliss.
No, ignorance is hell.
Mr.
Castle.
The GDS is requesting my presence at headquarters.
This must mean I passed their test and they want me to join their ranks.
I hate to burst your fanboy bubble, but how do you know this is on the up-and-up? Is this on the up-and-up? Yes, sir.
What are you doing? Watching your back.
Oh.
Uh, we have Hello.
Mr.
Castle, Ms.
Shipton.
[Door closes.]
It's a pleasure to meet both of you.
I'm Mason Wood.
What a pleasure.
I cannot even believe I'm here.
This is a dream come true.
That's very kind of you to say.
Our society has a long and rich history, and our membership expands every continent, save Antarctica.
Not too many murders there.
No.
No.
[Chuckles.]
Although, I did find a lost Chinese treasure ship hidden in an iceberg 2007.
Now, I hate to do this, but I need to speak to Mr.
Castle alone.
I'm sure you understand, Ms.
Shipton.
No.
I can stay here, if that's what you mean.
Excellent.
This way.
Ooh.
As you can see, we have assembled a few of our members.
Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
I know you.
You were at the crime scene.
You're a cop.
No, but I wear the hell out of a uniform.
This is Kendall Frost.
She's a private detective based out of San Francisco.
I'm afraid I'm a little confused.
What exactly are we doing here? Phillip Harris was a member of our society.
His death is a tragedy.
But it is also an opportunity for you or Ms.
Frost.
Phillip's death has left an opening in our ranks.
Whichever one of you solves his murder will be invited in.
S08E14 G.
D.
S.
Phillip Harris was right.
[Door closes.]
There is a phantom serial killer murdering people on both coasts.
That's clever.
Splitting up his hunting ground kept everyone from knowing his existence.
- Did the boys get any leads? - Just one.
His sister said that Phillip Harris was working undercover at Zenith Studios.
Alexis: Oh, they're the ones that ruined the Nikki Heat movie franchise.
Not ruined Destroyed, terminated, extirpated, vaporized, eviscerated.
Do you plan on running through the full thesaurus? No.
I think that'll about do it.
Anyway, Phillip thought someone at Zenith Studios was The Phantom.
Makes sense.
Plenty of people connected with the film industry are bicoastal.
Directors, producers, cinematographers And actors, who are all borderline sociopaths, by the way.
Don't have to tell me.
Hey, did anyone at Zenith know that Phillip was working there undercover? Just one Head of the studio.
Ah.
Let's go talk to him.
Thank you.
I am so going to get that spot in the Greatest Detective Society.
I mean, there's no way Kendall has access to the kind of details that I have.
Oh, don't get cocky, Rick.
You haven't solved the murder yet.
- Hide me.
- What? How? Rick Castle.
Oh, hi, Courtney.
Hey.
I'm Courtney.
Hayley.
So, what's going on? You guys have a beef or something? - Me and Rick? - Yeah.
No.
No way.
We're buds.
- Oh.
- Buds? Last time I saw you, you tried to run me down with a golf cart 'cause I wouldn't let you get cast in the Nikki Heat movie.
But what I didn't know then, which I do now, was that your movie was gonna be quite possibly the worst movie ever made.
Not being cast in your movie was the best thing that could have happened to my career.
[Sighs.]
So thanks.
Let's do lunch some time.
- Nice meeting you.
- Yeah.
Say hi to Brandon.
Can you believe her? Worst movie ever made? Yeah, I can believe her.
It was a terrible film.
Well, that was all thanks to this really obtuse studio executive.
What the hell was his name? Trevor Nigel.
And you must be Richard Castle.
- Yes.
- We've only ever talked on the phone.
Yeah.
Nice to finally put a face to all those notes.
Thank you so much for seeing us without an appointment.
Are you kidding me? This is fate.
I'm serious, Rick.
Your name literally just came up in our last story-development meeting.
It did? Now, look, I know this studio did a poor job producing Heatwave, but believe me, I fought for your vision.
And now that I am running the studio, it is time to get back in the Richard Castle business.
Oh, uh, well, thank you.
I'm flattered.
[Cellphone chiming.]
But we're not actually here about my books.
We're actually looking into the murder of Phillip Harris.
Yes, I heard about that.
It was shocking.
Phil was a great guy.
He saved my ass a couple of years ago.
Got photos of my ex having an affair with our personal psychic.
- Oh.
- Saved me millions.
[Chiming continues.]
So, Phillip's sister told us that you gave him permission to go undercover here at the studio.
Yes.
Phil said he was working a new case.
He asked for a favor.
I owed him one, so I said okay.
Who was he investigating? He wanted access to Austin Elektra.
The movie director? Yeah.
Shooting a film over on 1.
"Gladiators.
" It's gonna make a billion in China.
Oh, h-hold on.
You don't think that Austin had something to do with Phil's murder? Was Austin filming last night? He was supposed to.
But for some reason, he shut down production early and took off.
About what time did he leave the lot? I heard around 11:00.
Why? Giving him lots of time to get to that cemetery.
Where do we find Stage 1? You work out? [Bell ringing.]
Hayley: Oh, look.
There's Austin.
So, how do you want to play this? Well, if he did kill Phillip Harris, he's bound to be on guard, so we can't let him know that we are looking at him as a suspect.
Kendall?! Oh, she's good.
[Chuckles.]
How did she get onto Austin so quick? We're done for.
She's already got him wrapped around her skinny, little finger.
Don't say I never did anything for you.
There you are, darling.
Mm.
So, who's our new friend? Babe, this is Austin Elektra.
- Hi.
- Hi.
So, I just invited your girlfriend up to my place later.
Ready to rehearse.
You're more than welcome to join if you want.
Oh, that sounds naughty.
I love naughty.
Ready to rehearse.
Got to go.
See you ladies tonight.
Absolutely.
Are you kidding me with this? Oh, come on, sweetie.
All's fair in love and murder investigations.
What, do you think this is a game? As hot as it would be to see you two fight Especially after that kiss We need to work together on this.
It is in all our best interests.
All right.
We'll work together.
For now.
Wow.
This is actually gonna work out great.
While you and Kendall keep Austin distracted, I'll search his house for proof that he's The Phantom.
Membership in the GDS is as good as mine.
Oh, yay for you.
What's wrong? [Sighs.]
Was it the kiss with Kendall? Was it Too much tongue? - N - Not enough tongue? N Well, not enough.
No, Kendall was right.
This is not a game.
If Austin Elektra is in fact The Phantom, then we are walking right into the lair of a serial killer.
I'm sorry.
Repeat everything you said after "not enough.
" Oh, God help us.
[Computer beeps.]
Esposito: Hey, Kev.
Hey! Hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
What's up, partner? Castle and Hayley might be onto something.
Turns out that movie director was in New York during two of The Phantom's murders.
What about the third? Based on financials, there's no indication of where Austin was.
Which means he could have been here committing that third New York homicide.
This could be our guy.
Yeah, I'm gonna keep digging.
Oh, and, uh [Computer beeps.]
What is this, bro? What are you hiding from me, and who is Tyler Ross, and why are you running a background check on him? Tyler's nobody.
Um, well, you see, um Okay, Jenny a-and I, we're looking to have a new nanny.
Or in Tyler's case, a a manny.
[Laughs.]
- What? - Yeah.
[Both chuckle.]
Stop it.
You're, like, the worst liar ever.
Who is this guy? He's Lanie's new boyfriend.
She wanted me to check him out but not to tell you.
You know what this means, right? We are gonna have some fun at Lanie's expense.
Hey, Lanie.
I got your text.
And I've got your murder weapon A picture of it, anyway.
I used the autopsies of The Phantom's victims to generate this.
Ryan: Hmm.
Those serrations near the base are pretty distinctive.
Exactly.
Find the knife Find the killer.
Nice work.
So, how's the background check going? Oh, pretty good so far.
I don't like the sound of that.
No, t-there's there's nothing to worry about y-yet.
It's it's just a rumor.
Let's hear it.
Okay.
He's got a thing about clowns.
That's okay.
Lots of people are afraid of clowns.
Oh, no, no.
He's not afraid of them.
He likes them.
Like a fetish? [Sighs.]
Oh, good Lord.
I-I haven't verified it yet.
I still have to speak with one of his exes.
Okay.
Keep me posted, will you? Ryan, that is excellent.
Thank you.
Now, just hold off on giving it to LAPD just until morning.
We have a plan to expose who's behind this.
[Sighs.]
Or get ourselves killed.
Having second thoughts? About having a ménage with a trophy-taking serial killer? No! What could possibly go wrong? Look, this the murder weapon.
All you have to do is distract Austin long enough for me to find this knife.
Let's just hope we don't find it in one of our backs.
Right.
[Alarm beeping.]
Oh.
Castle: Wow.
Ooh.
Sorry.
I was setting up a few counter-surveillance precautions.
You think we're being bugged? [Beeping stops.]
We aren't sure exactly what or who we're looking for out here, so I figured, we can't be sure who's looking for us.
So, what tripped the alarm? Maybe the sensor's turned up too high.
[Beeps, whirring.]
[Beeping.]
Ah, ha ha ha.
I'll be damned.
Looks like this watch is good for something other than taking care of checks at Korean restaurants.
Mm.
[Sighs.]
Hello.
Someone has hard-wired a GPS transmitter to the watch's battery.
You think it's CIA, left over from my Thailand mission? Possible.
Doubt we'll ever know for sure.
Can't we track down where it was purchased? No.
I'm afraid this transmitter's incredibly common, which makes tracking it almost impossible.
But we have to try, right? I mean, it's why we're here.
[Knock on door.]
Kendall.
Wow.
You certainly have baited the hook.
I had to, especially considering it's gonna be two against one tonight.
What are you talking about? Come on, Rick.
I know you're gonna sneak into Austin's house to look for evidence while Hayley and I distract him.
I'm no fool, but you are if you think your little plan will work without these.
Schematics to Austin Elektra's house.
Where'd you get those? Don't worry your pretty, little head about that.
Pretty? While Hayley and I distract Austin, you need to look for this.
It's a false wall.
A secret room.
That would be the perfect place for Austin to hide the grisly trophies he takes from his victims.
Exactly.
Now, if you find evidence that Austin is the killer, I get equal credit.
No double-crosses.
Deal.
That way, Mason Wood has to make both of us members of the society.
Let's go.
Hold on.
Is that what you're wearing? - Yes.
- No.
Deciding between something I brought and something that Rick's about to buy me.
I think I know the direction you'll be leaning in.
Oh.
You really do deserve to be in the Greatest Detective Society.
Austin: Wow.
Come in, come in.
Let's get some drinks in you.
Ooh.
Here you go.
Ooh.
A little something to loosen your inhibitions.
Oh, don't worry.
We're plenty loose already.
Not after I've tied you up.
Oh.
So, who's first? Uh [Chuckles.]
Um tell you what.
Uh, why don't you let me tie you up first? Then how am I gonna be able to do all the terrible things that I've got planned for you? [Laughs.]
Oh, I'm sure you'll figure something out.
[Chuckling.]
Isn't that right, Kendall? Kendall Kendall? Damn it.
She's gonna miss all the fun.
[Grunts.]
You've been had.
That dirty little [Chuckles.]
I'm getting tired of chasing you.
Well, there's no rule against taking a short break.
[Laughs.]
[Alarm blaring.]
What the hell? Hey, where's your friend? Huh? Castle: Thought we had a deal.
No more double-crosses.
Sorry, Ricky, but I am going to be the one to take those trophies in.
Castle: Well, good luck with that, because I'm looking for a murder weapon.
It's a unique blade, but I guess you wouldn't know that.
- You're lying.
- No.
And here it is.
Okay, great.
We'll take it in together.
Like you said, we have deal, right? Oh, so now the deal's back on? Austin: Drop the knife! Austin, the police know we're here.
If you kill us, they will catch you.
I'm not gonna kill you.
Then why are you holding us at gunpoint? Because you're robbing me? We're not robbing you.
We're getting evidence that you are a serial killer.
Like this knife, which as been used in seven ritualistic murders.
What are you talking about? I-I'm not a serial killer.
I'm a film director.
And that is a prop from a horror movie I shot two years ago.
Well, prop or not, this knife matches our victims' wounds exactly.
There were five identical knives made for that film, which means there are four others out there just like it.
Maybe you should be looking for one of those.
But you were in New York for three of those murders.
So were 8 million other people, including my assistant, who can prove my whereabouts at all times.
Now get the hell out of my house! - Do you think you could - Hey.
Okay.
Well, the director was telling the truth.
His alibis check out for all three New York murders.
Then we need to track down all the knives that were made for that horror movie.
Yeah.
Clearly one of them was used to commit all seven murders.
There were eight.
W-What are you talking about? I discovered a fourth New York victim A man by the name of Pat Crews.
Are you sure? Phillip Harris only knew about three.
There's a reason he missed this one.
Because this murder took place on the same day The Phantom killed a woman in Los Angeles.
But how can that be? Unless There are two serial killers, one on each coast.
[Knock on door.]
- [Groans.]
Who is that? - Castle: I don't know.
Whoever it is, I hope they brought coffee.
Detective Menendez.
- You know - Please come in.
I expect to be screwed over by an asshat that I don't know, but not from one who's supposed to be my friend.
I take it that you heard about what happened at Austin Elektra's house last night.
You said you'd keep me in the loop.
Look, we can explain.
Uh, Austin had a prop knife that matched the murder weapon.
And our lab tested it this morning it's clean.
Did you manage to track down the other four knives used in the movie? Two of the knives are still at the studio warehouse.
They came up clean, too.
And according to the prop master Who alibied out, by the way The last two knives went missing.
Well, Lanie discovered there are two different murderers operating on either coast using identical weapons.
All we have to do Oh, whoa, whoa.
No, no, no.
T-there is no "we.
" You two are done.
And if I catch either of you working this case, I'll have you both arrested for obstruction.
No, no, no, no.
Mm.
Hey, maybe a little single malt scotch will smooth things over? Go home.
Excuse me.
T-this just came for you, Mr.
Castle.
Oh.
Um thanks.
Looks like Menendez isn't the only one unhappy about last night.
Mason wants to see Kendall and me right away.
Good luck.
What's that? This is payback.
Thanks for coming in.
Where is everyone else? Their enthusiasm for both of you waned after the way you conducted yourselves last night.
It was messy, boarish, lacking the sophistication we expect from any potential member.
- It was her fault.
- It was his fault.
No, it was my fault, thinking that either of you could ever have filled Phillip's shoes.
Mr.
Wood, please.
Give me another chance.
No, give me another chance.
I will find Phillip's killer.
She won't.
She's been two steps behind me this whole time.
Behind you? I got to Austin first.
And I got to the knife.
And although it wasn't the actual murder weapon, thank you to my contacts at the NYPD, I have the address to the prop master's cousin in San Pedro who kept two of the last prop knives for himself as souvenirs.
You see? I am close.
Okay.
And may the best detective win.
Don't worry.
I will.
You realize she picked your pocket.
Oh, yes.
Whose address is on that piece of paper? It's a casting director my mother wanted to have a meeting with.
Hmm.
Kendall is going to be mad when she finds out.
Like I'm scared of her.
She is a master of Krav Maga.
And she is deadly with a sniper rifle from a mile and a half.
Good luck.
I could not sleep last night.
I kept having nightmares that I was sleeping with Bozo the Clown.
Please tell me you found out more.
Okay, relax.
I spoke with Tyler's ex.
He does not have a clown fetish.
[Sighs.]
[Exhales.]
But But what? But what, Ryan? You better speak now.
His ex mentioned that he might have a bit of a bad habit.
What kind of habit? The kind that requires rubber sheets.
He's a bed wetter? Yo.
Detective Menendez just called.
According to the prop master, those two knives went missing on the last day of the shoot.
Ohh.
He's got the studio pulling drive-on logs from that day.
He's gonna send us over a copy so we can see if any of the names connect to one of the New York murders.
Hey, you okay? [Chuckles.]
Damn, what'd you tell her? Bed wetter.
[Laughs.]
[Sighs.]
This had better be important.
The masseuse was in the middle of doing things one only dreams of.
I was able to trace the tracker in my dad's watch.
It was purchased by a man named Malcolm McCabe.
Oh.
Born and raised in L.
A.
Former Army Special Forces.
Says here he's working overseas.
He has an aunt that lives in Pasadena.
We should go talk to her, see if she knows anything.
Sure, we could do that.
Or we could just pretend you never found this.
Fine.
But my dad wants to know what happened during his missing time.
Of course he does.
But what happens when your father starts poking his nose into this Malcolm fellow? Hmm? I mean, the guy is former Special Forces.
God only knows what he's doing for a living right now.
Isn't is safer for your father to maybe not remember what happened? You should delete this.
You okay? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Why don't you head back to the spa? Don't have to tell me twice.
[Sighs.]
[Door opens, closes.]
Check this out.
I compared the drive-on list from the studio to people connected to the fourth New York victim, Pat Crews.
- Any matches? - Yeah.
Crews was a writing teacher at The New School.
One of his early students is a successful screenwriter named Jordan Keegan, who now lives in New York but happened to be on the studio lot in L.
A.
when the murder weapons went missing.
Let's pick his ass up.
So, you're doing a news story on my nephew Malcolm, huh? Mm-hmm.
It's about war heroes.
Oh.
Look.
Isn't he handsome? Oh, yeah.
But like I said, he's out of the country.
His job keeps him really busy.
Let me get you his number, okay? - Thanks.
- Be right back.
Uh, Ms.
McCabe, I have to go.
Thank you for your time.
[Gasps.]
Damn it, Alexis.
You're just like your old man.
You can't leave things alone.
Are you going to kill me? What? Why would you say that? Oh, I don't know.
Maybe because you're connected to my dad's missing time and now you're hiding in the back of my rental car.
Alexis, I would never hurt you.
This isn't what you think.
What the hell is your game, Hayley? Believe me, you don't want to know.
Neither does your father.
Why not? It's complicated.
Jordan Keegan? We need to talk.
About what? Well, your name came up in a homicide.
This is the murder weapon.
It's a prop from a movie that you wrote.
So? So, did you happen to keep one as a souvenir? Perhaps two? One for yourself, one for your partner out in Los Angeles? What are you guys talking about? We're talking about Pat Crews, your old writing teacher.
He was killed with a knife shaped exactly like that one.
Hey! Drop it! Help me! - Let her go, Jordan.
- Stand back! You got no where to go.
Drop the scissors.
Listen, fellas, I'm a writer, so trust me when I say if the villain surrenders, oh, it's just so unsatisfying! That's why they always go out in style.
Just relax, Jordan.
Don't do anything stupid.
Stupid? Me? How can you say that when we've outsmarted you for years? Who's "we"? Who's your partner in L.
A.
? A genius.
He believed in me.
Took my visions, made them real.
Give us a name, Jordan.
You'll never find him.
Ah! [Gunshots fire.]
[Sobbing.]
Okay.
No, I understand.
Thank you.
Hey.
[Door closes.]
That was Ryan and Esposito.
They had to kill Jordan Keegan.
But they sent us digital copies of Jordan's computer.
Now, I think we and by "we", I mean the two of you Might be able to find something on there that'll give us a lead to find his West Coast counterpart.
Rick, we need to talk.
About what? I'll give you two the room.
[Door closes.]
You remember when we first met? How could I forget? You sucker-punched me in the face.
No.
No, we'd met before that.
A year and a half earlier, to be precise.
You mean this whole time you knew? Who the hell are you? I'm Hayley.
Didn't lie about that.
Technically, I didn't lie about anything.
I misrepresented, sure, but I-I didn't lie.
But why? Because a year and a half ago, you asked me to.
In fact, you begged.
I don't understand.
So ages ago, I did some freelance work for MI-6, and I met an American spy on an op.
He was an older gentleman, very handsome, smart as a whip.
My father.
Jackson Hunt.
Year and a half ago, he calls me, asks me to keep an eye out on you here in L.
A.
Said you were sticking your nose where it didn't belong.
What did he say I was doing? [Sighs.]
I didn't ask, he didn't say.
But I do know that after your two weeks in Thailand, your undercover mission for the CIA was over and you were supposed to go home.
But instead you went rogue and you came to L.
A.
To keep tabs on you, I borrowed a GPS tracker from a friend of mine, Malcolm.
And I placed it In my watch.
That was you.
Yeah, only you left it in that Korean restaurant.
So I lost track of you.
And by the time I found you, you'd been shot in the side.
Who shot me? You wouldn't say.
You did mention your CIA handler, a guy named Jenkins.
You said that you were going to go and ask him to erase everything that had happened to you here.
But that doesn't sound like me.
I'm curious by nature.
Why would I do that? I have no clue, but you were adamant.
And you made me promise that if I ever met you again, I'd never say any of this.
Well, that doesn't explain why you stuck around, why you agreed to come work with me.
I'm fond of you, Rick, and I adore your daughter.
And after a lifetime of caring about nobody but myself, I decided to stick around and keep an eye on you two.
It's like a Philip K.
Dick novel.
Wish I could go back in time and tell myself not to erase my memory.
Or you could trust that you did it with good reason.
Maybe just let your lost time go, because if you keep looking, if you keep searching for that answer, well there's no telling what kind of hell you'll unleash.
Dad? What did Hayley tell you? The truth.
Why did Hayley lie to us? Because I asked her to.
It's complicated.
Can you trust her? Yes.
Absolutely.
And you can, too.
But you can't trust me with the truth? Oh, hang on.
Alexis, that's not about trust.
I am your father.
And from the day you came into this world, it's been my job to protect you.
[Sighs.]
So, what's our next move? There is no next move.
We let sleeping dogs lie.
It's safer that way, for everyone.
I'm really sorry to interrupt, but I think I found something.
- On Phillip's homicide? - Yeah.
I was going through Jordan Keegan's computer files, and I found something interesting.
It's a screenplay.
Mm.
"Gemini Killers.
" Yeah, it's a dreadful story about a serial-killing duo.
Not sure, but it might give us some insight.
I've seen this before.
The script? No, the the notes in the margins here This odd handwriting that I know who the killer is.
No, I cannot hold.
I [Siren chirping.]
It's Trevor Nigel.
What You're gonna have to move that.
Trevor Nigel, you're under arrest.
Excuse me? We found the knife that killed Phillip Harris.
Along with a rather ghastly collection of human body parts.
I admit nothing.
Neither did your partner before he was killed.
Jordan is dead? He gave me up, didn't he? I knew I should never have partnered with a screenwriter.
No, Trevor.
You gave yourself up.
Back when your studio was doing Heatwave, I gave you notes on that horrible script you commissioned.
But you sent it back to me with a handwritten note detailing why my ideas were stupid.
I never forget a bad review, especially one with such distinctive handwriting.
Hayley: It's the same handwriting on your serial killer partner's screenplay.
Richard, you're a pretty good writer, but you should really read Jordan's work, because it is inspiring.
After I read his "Gemini Killers" screenplay, I knew that I had found a kindred spirit Someone with the same desires as I had.
And his script laid out [Handcuffs clicks.]
the perfect plan for us to kill Ow! Without attracting suspicion.
Sadly, he could never nail the end.
Well, we did, and you've reached it.
Maybe you should do the rewrite.
Call my assistant to set up a meeting.
Know what? I'm good.
Besides, I think your next picture's gonna be a prison drama.
- Hey, still pissed at me? - Yep.
Oh, come on.
I'll make it up to you the next time I'm in town.
You better.
[Doors close, engine starts.]
That was really cute.
Oh, stop it.
Kendall.
Ha nice to see you.
How was San Pedro? Wasn't too much traffic, was there? What freeway did you take? Well played, Castle.
You beat me, unfair and square.
All right.
Let's get this over with.
Where is she? Her text said it was important.
I don't know.
- Let's go, then.
- Yeah.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! What'd you do that for? I confronted Tyler about his bed-wetting.
[Laughs.]
Hey, hey, hey! Look, we're sorry, okay? It's far from okay.
We broke up.
Well, we'll talk to him.
We'll work it out.
- Yeah.
- No, I broke up with him.
After he denied being a bed wetter, he admitted to having a fetish for Ooh, let's just say it was nasty.
What do you mean, "nasty"? Yeah, what kind of nasty things was this dude into? Get out of my morgue! Losers! The competition has ended.
Richard Castle, you have solved the murder of Phillip Harris.
[Applause.]
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
You're too kind.
You have proven yourself worthy, and we, the members of the Greatest Detective Society, offer you a place at our table.
I'm humbled and flattered, but I'm afraid I must decline.
What? What are you doing? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to work with the best of the best.
Not for me.
I already work with the greatest detective in the world, and I cannot wait to get back home to her.
But, sir, you should seriously consider Kendall for membership.
She is one hell of a detective and sneaky in all the right ways.
You're sure about this? Absolutely, sir.
You just keep getting more and more interesting, Mr.
Castle.
I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you.
Hayley: [Sighs.]
Okay.
Are you not packed? I can't do it.
Pack you clothes? Walk away.
Hayley, I need to know what happened to me.
Okay, there's one last thing.
Just before you left to get your memories erased, you came to me with one final request.
Like what kind of request? That if you demanded to know the truth, I show you this.
What is this? It's a, uh, secret website on the dark web.
What's on it? Not a clue.
You installed a password that only you would know.
Called it "Blair's combination.
" From a short story I wrote when I was 17.
Never saw the light of day.
What was that combination? 4 left 17 right 21 left.
[Beeps.]
I'll step out.
No, no.
You've, um You've earned the right to see this.
Hey, there, buddy.
It's me.
And by "me," I mean you.
And if you are seeing this, then you are an idiot, because you are trying to figure out what happened to you in Los Angeles.
What you discovered about Bracken's partnership with LokSat is too dangerous to pursue.
LokSat? I knew about LokSat? I am barely living proof.
I was shot trying to figure out where LokSat's plane was landing tonight.
I barely escaped without being identified.
I am erasing our mind for a reason To protect Kate.
'Cause if she found out, then she will die.
So do not tell her what you discovered in Los Angeles, for her sake.
Do you know what this means? Yes.
You tracked LokSat.
If we can cross-reference airports and identify what airplane landed the night you were shot, then we have a real chance of finding out who LokSat really is.
No, no.
It means what happened was my fault.
The murders of Beckett's former AG team In trying to protect Beckett from LokSat, I inadvertently sentenced them all to death.