Castle

Previously on "Castle"...

Vikram: There was a word... Loksat.

I forwarded the whole thing to agent Mccord.

12 hours later, they were dead

And what is Loksat?

A very powerful and a very dirty analyst inside the CIA.

Vikram: Caleb brown.

He'll lead us straight to Loksat.

This cellphone is enabled with GPS and will only function

At Astor park.

You can trace Loksat's next call.

This is it. It's our one shot at Loksat.

Okay, it's almost time.

All right. Shall we review?

Vikram: Please.

All right, according to Caleb,

This phone is gonna ring at exactly 8:00 A.M.

Now, because it's gps-enabled,

It will only work in this particular park.

At which time, an electronically altered voice...

Most likely Loksat's... Will issue Caleb his orders.

Orders that I'll intercept and trace with a cellular relay.

Okay, I'm gonna attach you to the relay.

You connected, Vikram?

Synched up and ready to go.

Guys, this is it.

If all goes well, we'll identify Loksat

And finally take his ass down.

And if anything goes sideways,

We immediately shut it down

And meet up at the precinct, got it?

Roger that.

You thinking what I'm thinking? Mm-hmm.

You want a fudgsicle, too?

I know. Could be a trap.

Just because Caleb switched sides doesn't mean

That Loksat doesn't have him under surveillance.

Any one of these people could be a Loksat agent

Or even Loksat himself.

Do you care to put a wager on it?

Wager on what?

On which one's Loksat.

I got 20 bucks says it's that handsy yogi over there.

I'm going for the carrot top Cruella de Vil.

Wait, wait... does she look a bit like your first ex-wife?

She kind of does.

Oh, my god. Could my ex-wife be Loksat?

'cause in a lot of ways, that would make perfect sense.

All right, Vikram. Here we go.

Man: good morning, Caleb.

I have an urgent matter for you.

There's an abandoned warehouse

Near Broadway and flushing in Brooklyn.

There's a security booth in the parking lot.

Dead-drop a flash drive with the new bank routing numbers

In the top drawer of that booth at precisely noon today

For my accountant to retrieve.

That is all for now.

Did you get a trace?

Vikram: I don't know. The call was short.

Wait. I got something.

Oh, no. It says here the call originated in dye-2.

A... what's that?

It's an abandoned cold war radar station

In the arctic circle.

Loksat must've set up a cellular relay there.

Guys, this is a dead end.

Or is it an opportunity?

We all heard Caleb’s instructions.

Loksat's accountant is going to expose himself

At that dead drop.

Talk about high on the food chain.

We get Loksat's accountant...

It could bring us one step closer to Loksat himself.

Vikram, send an encrypted e-mail to Caleb.

He's gonna have to show up at that dead drop.

And you have to get ahold of Hayley.

We need all the help we can get.

No matter how long I've been on the job,

The burned ones always get me.

Yo, Lanie, we have a name?

No, he's a john doe.

Do we know who owns the car?

It was stolen last night from a used car lot.

Unfortunately, I can't tell you much right now

Other than the victim was male.

And you see these burnt remnants

Around his legs, hands, and face?

Duct tape? Yep.

Our victim was bound, gagged, and very much alive

When the killer lit the fire.

Hell of a way to go.

Yo, this is an Andercott briefcase... very high-end.

Can still make out the serial number on the frame.

If we're lucky, our victim registered it,

And we can get his name that way.

Killer chose this location for a reason...

Vacant buildings on either side,

Not a security camera in sight.

It rained last night, so, clearly,

These tracks were made afterwards.

Might be from the killer walking to his getaway car.

Yeah.

You know, why don't we make impressions

Of all the shoe prints and tire tracks?

Maybe we'll get lucky.

And what do I need these for?

Like I said, you're the lookout.

W-when we do our surveillance of Loksat's accountant,

We're gonna need you to find a high vantage point,

Be our eye in the sky.

There's not a guitar in there, is there?

Not the kind that plays music.

Uh, Hayley. Hmm.

I-in case anything goes wrong...

I will get Martha and Alexis here, and I will protect them.

You have my word.

Thank you. I owe you one.

And by one, I mean more like one dozen.

Mm.

After we take down Loksat,

I am thinking I might tender my resignation.

So, you want to go back to being a government analyst?

I want to go back to being boring.

Kind of forgotten what that feels like.

I know that probably sounds stupid.

No. No, not at all.

Thank you for doing this with me.

Are you kidding? Thank you for... Everything.

Almost there.

Yeah, almost.

Speaking of, we should head out.

Hey, captain.

I'm sorry, are we... Are we interrupting something?

Uh, no.

What's going on?

Well, we got a lead on our homicide.

The tire impressions made by our killer's getaway car

Show that the wheels were staggered,

Meaning the ones in the back

Were larger than the ones up front.

So, the car's exotic.

Well, specifically, it means that the car was either

Mid- or rear-engine.

So, even though we don't have any traffic cams

From near the crime scene, we can scrub footage

From the surrounding areas and then...

Hopefully find a car that fits the bill.

Okay. Good job. I'll leave you guys to it.

Yo, Beckett.

Is there something going on that we should know about?

No.

Vikram, you got a view on that security booth?

Completely unobstructed.

Okay, between the both of us,

We should get a good photo of that accountant.

Are you sure that's all we'll need?

Yeah, Vikram's gonna run the accountant's photo

Through facial recognition.

We'll I.D. It, and then we'll track him down later.

Hayley, you in position?

That's an affirmative.

Your guitar all tuned up, ready to play?

Just about.

Castle, you see anything?

No. Just two sewer rats fighting over a piece of pizza.

Hayley? Yeah?

You see anything?

All quiet on the western front.

I don't get it.

Caleb sent me back an encrypted e-mail

Confirming he'd make the drop at noon sharp.

Don't worry. He'll be here.

What f-stop are you using?

Excuse me?

F-stop, it's a function on the camera.

It tells it how much light to permit...

Yeah, no, I know what an f-stop is.

This isn't a shoot for national geographic.

It's on auto.

Auto.

No, no, no. Never use auto.

Here, let me get that for you.

Castle, stop messing with my stuff. Ow.

I thought you liked it when I messed with your stuff?

Hey, um, I hate to interrupt your pillow talk,

But Caleb brown's just arrived.

All right, guys. Eyes peeled.

The accountant's gonna be nearby.

Okay, Caleb’s making the drop.

Espo, I'm kind of busy here.

Esposito: I know, I know, but listen... I traced the serial number

On that briefcase from the crime scene.

It belongs to Caleb brown.

So, I had the lab run his DNA. It's a match.

Caleb's dead. Here's our victim.