Castle

She's texting me again, bro.

Who? Angie.

What? Are you gonna see her again?

Nah, man. I have to shut that down.

You've been singing the blues about this woman for months.

She reaches her hand out, and you're gonna slap it away?

Yeah, well, she broke my heart, man.

Hey, which means she deserves another shot.

Trust me.

I know... 14 years and counting.

You're right.

I'll give her a call.

Nice.

I'm gonna go get the rest of the bags.

Whoo!

That wasn't me.

Says the guy with the razor-sharp French toast

and the sausage kabob.

Okay, that was me, but that balloon had it coming.

To you, my love, my heart, my bride.

Welcome back to our home.

Oh, that is so sweet, Castle.

But how is this really a welcome back

if I've been sneaking into your room almost every night?

Well, because you officially moved all your stuff back in.

Now that we've agreed to hunt Loksat together,

we can simply pick up exactly where we left off.

And as I recall, we left off this morning somewhere

right about here.

As you wish, Rick.

What just happened?

Well, I've integrated Lucy into all the loft's infrastructure.

Climate, lights, music... You name it, she controls it.

Just got to work out a few kinks.

Well, I still like a few things the old-fashioned way,

so do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?

Uh, no need, Kate.

I've programmed Rick's coffee exactly to his liking...

Cuban blend, steamed milk, two sugars, pinch of nutmeg.

Amazing, huh?

Oh. No, Rick, you're amazing.

No, you are.

No, you are. No, Lucy, you are.

Rick, you are amazing, and you know it. Beckett.

Stop it. I'm not doing this with you again.

You stop it. Yeah. Got it.

We have a homicide.

You, me, and a crime scene... Just as nature intended.

All right, Captain, let's roll.

Yeah, no can do.

Captains have to multitask.

In fact, I am due for a meeting with the D.A.

So why don't you meet up with the boys?

We can debrief later.

You got it.

Um, Lucy, do you think you could make me a cup of coffee...

Splash of low-fat milk, two Splendas?

No can do. All out of Splenda.

But there is a Starbucks two blocks from here.

Would you like directions?

No. Thanks.

I know where it is.

Great. Have fun. Goodbye.

Leave the house.

Lanie, look who's here.

Castle! So happy you and Beckett are back together.

Now do us all a favor and don't mess things up with her again.

Why do you assume it was my fault?

Everything is your fault.

Now come meet our new victim... Michael Kirby, single GSW.

Our thief/killer rappelled from that A/C duct.

And they got away with $100,000 in cash.

This is Darren Ives.

He was inside when he heard the shot.

Rushed out, but the killer was already gone.

I don't know how that guy did it.

I mean, this is a high-security warehouse.

It's damn near Fort Knox.

And you didn't see anything suspicious?

Nothing. It was just a normal drop.

Let's finish taking your statement over here, please.

What? Are your allergies acting up?

What is this... gelatin?

It smells like ladies perfume.

What is that scent? Is that white diamonds?

No. Chanel No. 5.

Ah.

One Direction body spray. Nailed it.

This stuff dripped from the A/C vent.

CSU took samples...

It's from the alarm sensors in the vent.

Apparently, the killer used it to disable the security system.

Lanie, can you ask the lab to put a rush on this?

Why? What is it?

I've seen this M.O. before.

It was like 10 years ago.

So, when you worked with the 54th?

Yeah. I collared a thief.

Her name was, uh, Sonia Ruiz.

She was part of a crew

that stole $10 million worth of gold coins

from some auction house.

And they used a fragrant gel, too?

It was actually a unique blend of jello and ladies perfume.

You're saying a kid's dessert mixed with eau de toilette

can foil a sophisticated security system?

I'm telling you, we need a dog.

Does that formula even work?

Yeah. Someone in the crew came up with it.

The gelatin blocks the security lasers,

and the phthalates in the perfume

create an even distribution over the sensors.

But the mix has to be exact... 80% jello, 20% perfume.

Which is the precise ratio

of the gelatin found at our crime scene.

Lab sent over the analysis report.

Identical to the heist from nine years ago,

where the only perp captured was Sonia Ruiz.

Yep. That's her.

So, obviously, this wasn't a coincidence.

Most likely, someone from the crew

reused the technique and is behind our victim's murder.

Well, it couldn't have been Sonia.

She got 15 years.

And what about the rest of the crew?

Nah, she didn't give up any names.

The rumor was that the crew was put together

by some mysterious shot-caller...

Goes by the street name of "Great White."

Is it possible to trace them through the stolen gold coins?

I mean, they had to have tried to sell them at some point.

There hasn't been any trace of them since the heist.

Well, that makes sense.

If they melted the coins down for the gold,

that would render the coins untraceable. Mm.

Espo, why don't we pay Sonia Ruiz a little visit?

She might not have turned on her crew back in the day,

but after nine years hard time,

we might be able to persuade her.

You know what? From what I remember,

she may be the type to hold a grudge,

so you might have better luck taking Castle with you.

Oh, no, not falling for that trick again.

Contrary to what you three led me to believe,

those women's prisons are nothing like

the late-night Skinemax movies, so have fun.

All right, Ms. Ruiz, tell me what you know.

Please. I didn't snitch back in the day.

Why would I start now?

Because nine years ago, this was just a burglary,

and now it's a murder.

Murder?

Who died?

An armored truck driver.

Look, Sonia, you help me out, I'll help you out.

With what?

I'm up for parole in three months,

and due to overcrowding, I'm a lock to get out.

Not if I go to your parole hearing

and testify that you refused to cooperate in solving a homicide.

It's like that?

I've got an innocent man in the morgue

who left behind a wife and two small kids,

so, yeah, it's like that.

I couldn't help you even if I wanted to.

The gold coin heist Great White set up

was a two-person job,

but I don't know my partner's name.

That doesn't make any sense.

And yet it's true.

He didn't know my name, and I didn't know his.

So neither one of us could rat out the other.

We used shark names. I was Mako. He was Hammerhead.

All right. What can you tell me about Great White?

Now, his name I knew... Jimmy Sanchez.

He was the neighborhood shot-caller back in the day.

Okay, so, where can I find him?

In the cemetery.

He died a little over three years ago.

Wait, if Great White is dead,

then Hammerhead's most likely our killer.

Hey, that jell-o perfume formula was his invention,

so it has to be.

W-what do you remember about Hammerhead?

Um...

Anything at all.

Once let it slip that he met Jimmy Sanchez

at a bar called, um, El Toro.

Good. I'll have my detectives head off over there.

Good luck with that, lady.

It's up in Spanish Harlem.

No one there talks to the police.

However, they will talk to me.

You want me to put you on the street?

No.

Hey, you're hanging parole over my head.

You want Hammerhead, this is how you get him.

The department of corrections authorized her furlough?

Yeah. Right now, Sonia is our best and only path

to Hammerhead's real identity.