Castle

Previously on "Castle"...

Hands in the air. Thomas Gage, you're under arrest.

Everything that you have on me, it's all going away.

I'm very interested in knowing how he got out of

that holding cell on your watch.

Castle...

Rick Castle at a loss for words.

Sophia Turner.

Hello, Rick.

You're Clara strike from the Derrick Storm books?

Welcome to the CIA.

Gage was our most effective asset.

He went rogue.

Pandora is the code name for Gage's mission.

Who is he?

Dr. Nelson Blakely.

There he is.

He was a legend at the agency.

His approach was to find a small event

that could trigger a large event.

Blakely is the one who planned Pandora.

This is beyond a worst-case scenario.

Dr. Blakely, what's going on?

I found a linchpin

that will bring about the end of our country as we know it.

- Dr. Blakely-- - They're here.

Wait! Wait!

- Beckett! - Castle!

This door won't open.

Yeah, mine won't either.

I think the crash bent the frame.

We need something to break the glass.

My gun.

Castle, I can't...

I can't find it.

I-I think it got knocked out when we got hit.

Help me look for it.

I'm stuck.

What do you mean, you're stuck?

I mean, my belt is jammed.

And the seat won't move.

Okay, what about a knife? Do you have a knife?

Yeah.

In the trunk.

Okay, look, we're running out of time.

I need you to see if you can find that gun,

and we'll just shoot the belt off.

I can't feel it.

- Castle. - Okay, hang on. Hang on.

Just stay here.

I found it.

Castle?

Castle!

I guess the good thing

about having your daughter at crime scenes is,

she can bring you dry clothes.

Thanks.

And, um...

thanks.

You'd have done the same for me.

Yeah.

Probably.

I'm just glad you found my gun.

That whole, uh, sinking car thing--

much cooler in movies than it is in real life.

And for the record, I prefer watching spy thrillers

to being in them.

So...

tell me...

how can your victim look like Nelson Blakely

when he supposedly died ten years ago?

Yeah, I...

Yeah, weird, isn't it?

Yeah. Weird.

Fake deaths, car in the water--

don't you think now is a good time

to tell us what the hell is going on?

Uh... I'm sorry, Javi.

It's classified.

I was Special Forces.

I used to eat classified for breakfast.

And yet writer boy can know?

Okay. I'll be over there with harbor patrol

trying to figure out how to get your unit out of the drink.

I'm glad you're okay.

Thank you.

Writer boy?

- So you think our shooter was Gage? - Yeah.

I think he's getting rid of anyone

that could expose his rogue operations.

Well, he's doing a pretty good job.

We still have no idea what Pandora is.

Well, we know that Blakely was afraid.

And we know that he was working on something

that was big enough to threaten the future of this country.

We just don't know what the hell he was working on.

There's gotta be a clue somewhere in his life.

Maybe there's something on the body that will tell us.

No. We checked. There was nothing in his pockets.

But the way they were turned out makes me think

someone went through and emptied them.

Gage.

Ryan, get some teams to search the building.

- What are we looking for? - I don't know.

But he brought us here for a reason.

Lanie, see what you can find on him--

dental, scars, prints, tattoos, anything that might tell us--

- He's dead. - Yeah.

Look, I can explain.

Get in the car.

What the hell did you think you were doing?

What you wanted, finding Blakely.

You cracked his code and you didn't even think to notify me?

Look, in Castle's defense,

it was a long shot,

and he didn't want to waste your time if he was wrong.

- And we were bringing the guy in-- - When he was killed

in your custody.

What were you doing at the docks?

- He asked us to take him there. - Why?

We don't know.

Well, did you learn anything?

Yes.

He was hired to analyze

the United States for vulnerabilities.

He said he found a weakness in our economy--

an unexpected linchpin-- that, if someone went after it,

would start the dominos falling.

Falling toward what?

The end of our country as we know it.

So what's our next move?

There is no next move.

Not for you two.

It was a mistake bringing you into the loop.

You know, I really thought-- I really thought you had changed.

But you know what?

You are the same reckless,

immature, self-centered jackass that you always were,

and you've put this investigation at risk.

- Look, I'm sorry-- - You're sorry?

We are on the verge of the next 9/11 or worse.

This isn't one of your damn books, Rick.

This is real life, and when things go bad,

you can't just rewrite the ending like you did with us.

Get them both out of here.

So...

you slept with her.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I slept with her.

Have there been others?

- Women? - Muses.

No. Why?

I just wanted to see how big the club was. That's all.

Hey, guys. What do you got?

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. First off, there is no club.

And second, we're off the case if you recall.

We're off their case. I still have a murder to solve.

Where your chief suspect

is smack-dab in the middle of a CIA operation.

I don't care what he's in the middle of.

Thomas Gage killed three people. One of them was in my custody.

He locked us in a trunk

and then he sent my cruiser to the bottom of the Hudson.

Gage is a trained covert operative.

There's no way you can catch him.

Yes, I can, if I figure out where he was going.

We find out what Blakely was working on,

we find the linchpin.

We find the linchpin, we find Gage.

Anything on the warehouse?

Yeah, right after you guys left, the feds showed up

and shut us down.

But we did find something on your vic Nelson Blakely.

His prints came back as a Scott McGregor

from Long Island City.

Problem is, McGregor seems to only exist on paper.

We can't find any trace of him in the real world.

Did you guys send units to the listed address?

Yeah, and the family living there had never heard of him,

and no one recognized his photo.

Well, someone must have known him.

Someone did.

He plays chess. That's not a solo sport.

I thought you were off the case.

Well, you heard what Sophia said.

I'm a reckless, immature, self-centered jackass.

If you're stubborn enough to keep going,

I'm stupid enough to go with you.

All right. You guys canvass all of the chess parks in the city.

Let's see if we can dig up some of his opponents.

Beckett.

What?

What do you mean, the body never arrived?

They intercepted it at transport.

Apparently, they had a court order.

That's impossible.

How could they get a court order that fast?

I don't know. Maybe you should ask your girlfriend.

Girlfriend?

Yes, okay. We slept together.