Castle

Oh, I had the most exquisite class this evening.

My students are rehearsing the boxing scene

from "Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf?"

I'm just glad they were using your studio

and not my living room.

Oh, you're making me your fabulous pasta carbonara.

Ohh. You shouldn't have.

I didn't.

Actually, it's for Alexis.

She's just been, you know, so busy lately.

I thought we'd, uh, reconnect.

- Mm. - So her favorite dish,

and then a screening of "Saw IV," the director's cut.

Uh, I hate to tell you this, darling, but she won't be here.

What do you mean? Where else would she be?

She's starting a new internship.

Another one?

She did say she wanted to try a few things

to find her passion.

It's... 9:00.

What kind of passion is she finding at this time of night?

Um...

Aha. There. Your better half.

Uh, j--

don't change the subject.

What is this internship exactly?

Richard, Alexis swore me to secrecy.

Yes, but as her father--

Ah, ah, ah, ah. My lips are sealed.

Then you won't be using them

to eat my... pasta carbonara.

All right. Well, let me say this.

This internship has my personal seal of approval.

That doesn't make me feel any better.

The truth is, the internship isn't the problem.

It's the fact, she now has three of them.

Yeah, well, you never know, Castle.

This might be the one that brings the two of you

closer together somehow.

I doubt it. The best I could hope for now is,

she learns to become more of an underachiever.

Yeah. Well, I'm sure you'll be able to give her some tips.

So...

neighbors heard a hellacious fight,

and then our victim here

sailed out of that fourth-floor window.

Was that his apartment?

We're checking, but it doesn't look like it.

Tenants don't recognize him and he doesn't have any ID.

No ID, but lots of causes of death.

You mean other than gravity?

Oh, yeah.

See that bullet wound?

So he was shot before he fell?

And stabbed.

Shot and stabbed?

And choked,

and has a pencil jammed in the side of his neck.

Ah. Gives new meaning to the term "overkill."

Did anyone see his attacker?

Uh, we're checking with witnesses,

but I figure that our perp slipped out of the building

during all the confusion.

All right. Let's go see what they got.

- Hey, Alexis. - Hey.

Alexis?

Hey, dad.

What are you doing here?

Is...

is this your new internship?

Dr. Parish agreed to let me shadow her.

I thought, if I go to med school,

this will give me a better grasp of forensic pathology.

I've learned so much in just two days.

Sweetie...

why wouldn't you tell me?

I guess I was afraid you'd veto it,

like maybe you'd think me being here

was invading your territory or--

What?

That's crazy. I wouldn't... think that.

That's...

this is great.

- Yeah. - It's--I just--I don't know

if you should be exposed to crime scenes and dead bodies.

Oh, I'm already used to it.

It's equal parts gross and cool.

I heard that

and I couldn't agree with you more.

I finally get why you're into this, dad.

Now I'm into it, too.

That's great.

Great.

My worlds are colliding.

You mean Alexis?

You knew about this?

Come on, Castle. You're the one who said you wanted

to find a way of spending more time with her.

Not like this.

This is my thing.

This is our thing.

It's a violation of church and state.

This would be like me

just showing up at her school and teaching.

I really think that you're overreacting.

But what if I'm not?

What if this upsets the delicate synergy

of our partnership?

What if it undermines our unit cohesion?

See? Major problem.

- Not that. This. - That's a lot of blood.

One of our witnesses saw a man leaving the building.

He was limping.

Our suspect was injured.

And the trail goes that way.

A brutal killer betrayed

by the frailty of his own flesh.

His path revealed by that most primal stain.

Except the path ends here.

Multiple drops in one spot?

He must have stood here for a minute.

He got into a car.

Well, if he did, maybe he got caught on tape.

The first 9-1-1 call came at 8:42,

just after our victim crash landed.

So our guy probably made it to the corner

a minute or two later.

Hey. Pretty cool about Alexis' internship.

Or not.

There.

That's gotta be him.

He's wounded, the cops are after him,

and he's looking for a place to go.

He has a hostage.

Track the taxi off the medallion number,

find out where it went.

NYPD! Let me see your hands!

- NYPD! Hands in the air. - Get up.

Show us your hands.

Get up. Hands in the air.

Get up. Get up.

Put your hands on your head.

Hands on your head now.

Drop to your knees.

Thomas Gage.

For the record, have I advised you of your rights?

Yes.

Including your right to an attorney?

I won't need one.

Do you recognize this man?

Looks like he took a nasty fall.

Well, he had a little help.

Fingerprint evidence

will show that he was thrown out a window by you.

After which,

you kidnapped Tina Massey in full view

of a security camera.

Murder, plus kidnapping, that equals

more years in prison than you have left.

Unless you cooperate.

Everything that you have on me...

or you think you have...

it's all going away.

And we're done here.

This guy should be sweating bullets.

This doesn't feel right.

It's like he knows something we don't.

I want you to pull everything you can on Thomas Gage.

The problem is, that's not his real name.

His driver's license is bogus,

and his prints aren't in the system.

Bottom line is, we have no idea who this man is.

The guy was super calm the whole time.

Not big on chitchat either.

His opening line was,

"Get your ass in the cab, or I'll kill you."

And what about when you went back to your apartment,

what did he talk about?

After he promised not to murder me,

he asked me to patch up his leg.

He had a real gash.

Could you tell how he got the injury?

He said he got slashed with a knife

while he was killing a guy.

And he admitted that to you?

More like just made the statement.

And did he say who this guy was

or why he killed him?

All he told me was that the man doesn't exist.

The man doesn't exist

as far as I can tell.

So you haven't IDed him yet?

Look, I'm trying, but his fingerprints

aren't in any database, which is weird,

because I thought for sure he'd have a criminal record.

How come?

It's not the first time this guy has mixed it up--

old gunshot wounds,

callused hands from martial arts training,

more broken bones than evel knievel.