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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...
You're a dead man.

Is that blood?

Yeah.

It leads to that grave.

This is a joke, right?
Haze the new guy...

Oh, my God.

Oh, man.

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So there'll be time to hit the beach
while we're in LA, right?

No, we're here to learn about my
missing time, not work on your tan.

Give me a little credit, Dad.
I'm not that shallow.

We were hoping to scope out
some quality man candy.

- Hmm, surfers are hot.
- Mmm.

You are a bad influence.

- Thank you.
- That's not a...

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.
- Reservation for...

Hmm, not too shabby.

Glad you like it.

'Cause this is going to be home base,
and you're 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 going to find here.

I was shot while I was missing,
remember?

That could've happened in LA.

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-star hotel with room service.

Mr. Castle, we've got your luggage.

Great, just, uh,
put it right in there for me.

Mmm.

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.

Who's it from?

I'm not sure.

"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's a legendary organization.

Rumor has it, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
was a secret member.

And it's a myth.

It's a fairy tale old PI'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 of hours.

Hollywood Forever Cemetery
is on the way.

It can't hurt to take a look. Right?

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.

He's, uh, with the ME.

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?

And let us in for a little look-see?

Yes?

- Sure. Come on.
- Thank you.

Thanks.

Our victim's name is Phillip Harris.
Local private investigator.

ME said he was killed around midnight.
Throat cut.

And then the killer took out his heart.

Done with surgical precision?

- Not particularly.
- Hmm.

So, New York, huh?

Yeah, just flew in this morning.

It's funny. Because our victim just flew
back from New York yesterday morning.

I left word for his 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.

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's 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.

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.

The 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.

Two for lunch?

The watch.

Richard, what's going on?

You were here 18 months ago.

Yeah, it's my place. So?

Do you recognize him?

No. Should I?

Uh, I was here about, um...

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 couldn't pay, and then
I was gonna call the cops on you,

and then, uh, you gave me your watch
to hold on to,

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, you gave me your watch first.

Do you still have the watch?

Best wingman I ever had.

It 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 person's 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 LA,

he told me that he'd had
a break in the case.

That he was close to identifying
the Phantom.

He must've gotten too close to the truth.

I pulled autopsy reports
on the Phantom's alleged victims.

A total of seven.
Four in LA, 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 has been hunting
in LA and New York for three years

completely under the radar.

All this way for a dead end.

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've...

Hello.

Mr. Castle, Miss Shipton.

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 spans
every continent, save Antarctica.

Not too many murders there.

No. No.

Although I did find a lost
Chinese treasure ship

hidden in an iceberg in 2007.

Now, I hate to do this, but I need
to speak to Mr. Castle alone.

I'm sure you understand, Miss 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 Miss Frost.

Phillip's death has left an opening
in our ranks.

Whichever one of you solves
his murder will be invited in.

Phillip Harris was right.

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.

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 in the 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.

You don't have to tell me.

Hey, did anyone at Zenith know that
Phillip was working there undercover?

Just one. The head of the studio.

Ah, let's go talk to him.

Thank you.

I'm 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? No, no way. We're buds.

Oh, buds?

Last time I saw you,
you tried to run me down with a golf cart

because 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've happened to my career.

So, thanks! Let's do lunch sometime.

Nice meeting you.

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?

Look, I know this studio did a poor job
producing Heat Wave,

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, well, thank you. I'm flattered.

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.

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.

And who was he investigating?

He wanted access to Austin Elektra.

The movie director?

Yes, he's shooting a movie over on 1.

Gladiators.
It's gonna make a billion in China.

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?

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're looking at him as a suspect.

- Kendall?
- Oh, she's good.

How did she get onto Austin so quick?

We're done for.

She already got him wrapped around
her skinny little finger.

Don't say I never did anything for you.

There you are, darling.

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.

Gotta 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.

Yay for you.

What's wrong?

Was it the kiss with Kendall? Was it?

Too much tongue? Not enough tongue?

No... Well, not enough.

No, Kendall was right.
This is not a game.

If Austin Elektra is in fact the Phantom,

then we're walking right into the lair
of a serial killer.

I'm sorry. Repeat everything
you said after "not enough."

Oh, God have mercy.

- Hey, Kev.
- Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

What's up, partner?

Castle and Hayley might be
on to 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 where Austin was.

Which means he could've been here

committing that third
New York homicide.

This could be our guy.

Yeah, I'm gonna keep digging.
Oh, and, uh...

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... Okay, Jenny and I,
we're looking to have a new nanny.

Or in Tyler's case, a manny.

What?

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.

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, there's nothing to worry about. Yet.
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?

Oh, good Lord.

I haven't verified it yet. I'd 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.

We'll get ourselves killed.

Having second thoughts?

About having a ménage
with a trophy-taking serial killer?

No. What could possibly go wrong?

Look. This is the murder weapon.

All you have to do is distract Austin
long enough for me to find this knife.

Let's just hope you don't find it
in one of our backs.

Right.

Oh!

- Wow!
- Ooh!

Sorry. I was setting up
a few counter-surveillance precautions.

You think we're being bugged?

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.

Ahaha ha!

I'll be damned.

Looks like this watch is good
for something other than

taking care of checks
at Korean restaurants.

Hello.

Someone's hardwired a GPS
transmitter to the watch's battery.

Do 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
is incredibly common,

which makes tracking it
almost impossible.

But we have to try, right?

I mean, it's why we're here.

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 going to 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 did 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.

Aw! You really do deserve to be in
the Greatest Detective Society.

Wow!

Come in. Come in.

Let's get some drinks in you.

Whoa!

- 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.

Ooh!

- So, who's first?
- Uh...

What?

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?

Oh, I'm sure
you'll figure something out.

Isn't that right, Kendall?

Kendall? Kendall?
Damn it, she's gonna miss all the fun.

You've been had. That dirty little...

I'm getting tired of chasing you.

Well, there's no rule against
taking a short break.

What the hell?

Hey, where's your friend?

Huh?

I thought we had a deal.
No more double crosses.

Sorry, Ricky, but I'm going to be the
one to take those trophies in.

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 a deal, right?

Oh, so, now the deal's back on?

Drop the knife!

Austin, the police know we're here.
If you kill us, they will catch you.

I'm not going to 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 has been used
in seven ritualistic murders.

What are you talking about? 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 eight 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 we could... 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.

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 could that be?

Unless...

There are two serial killers.

One on each coast.

Who is that?

I don't know. Whoever it is,
I hope they brought coffee.

- Detective Menendez. Please come in.
- You know...

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 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.

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.
See, 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.

- Ah!
- No, no, no, um...

Hey, maybe a little single malt scotch
will smooth things over.

Go home.

Excuse me.

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. Boorish.

Lacking the sophistication we expect
from any potential member.

- It was her fault.
- It was his fault.

No, it was my fault,

for 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.

Um, 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.

But...

But what?

But what, Ryan?
You'd 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.

Oh.

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?

Damn, what'd you tell her?

Bed-wetter.

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 LA.

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, mmm?

I mean, the guy is
former Special Forces.

God only knows what he's doing
for a living right now.

Isn't it 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.

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 LA

when the murder weapons
went missing.

Let's pick his ass up.

So you're doing a news story
on my nephew Malcolm, huh?

- Mmm-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.
- I'll be right back.

Oh.

Miss McCabe, I have to go.
Thank you for your time.

Damn it, Alexis,
you're just like your old man.

Can't leave things alone.

Are you going to kill me?

What?

Why would you say that?

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!

Help me!

- Let her go, Jordan.
- Stand back!

You've got nowhere to go!
Drop the scissors!

Listen, fellas, I'm a writer,
so trust me when I say

if the villain surrenders,
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 LA?

A genius.

He believed in me.

Took my visions, made them real!

- Give us a name, Jordan.
- You'll never find him.

Okay. No, I understand. Thank you.

Hey, that was Ryan and Esposito.

They had to kill Jordan Keegan,

but he 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.

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.

I didn't lie about that.
Technically, I didn't lie about anything.

I misrepresented, sure, but 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.

Ages ago,
I did some freelance work for Ml6.

And I met an American spy on an Op.

He was an older gentleman.
Very handsome.

Smart as a whip.

My father.

Jackson Hunt.

A year and a half ago, he calls me.

Asks me to keep an eye out on you,
here in LA.

Said you were sticking your nose
where it didn't belong.

What did he say I was doing?

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 LA.

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.

By the time I found you,
you had been shot in the side.

- Who shot me?
- You wouldn't say.

You did mention your CIA handler,
a guy named Jenkins.

And 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.

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.

This is like a Philip K. Dick novel.

Wish I could go back in time,
tell myself not to erase my memories.

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.

- But can you trust her?
- Yes.

Absolutely.

And you can, too.

But you can't trust me with the truth.

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.

So, what's our next move?

There is no next move.

We'll let sleeping dogs lie.

It's safer that way, for everyone.

I'm really sorry to interrupt,
but I think I've 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.
- Hmm.

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 notes. In the margins here.
This odd handwriting.

I know who the killer is.

No, I cannot hold, I...

It's Trevor Nigel.

You're going to 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 Heat Wave,

I gave you notes on that horrible script
you commissioned.

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.

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 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.

You know what, I'm good.

Besides, I think your next picture
is going to be a prison drama.

- Hey, you still pissed at me?
- Yup.

Oh, come on.

I'll make it up to you
the next time I'm in town.

You better.

- That was really cute.
- Oh, stop it.

Kendall!

Ha, nice to see you.
How was San Pedro?

There 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!

What'd you do that for?

I confronted Tyler
about his bed-wetting...

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.

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
is this dude into?

Get out of my morgue!

Losers!

The competition has ended.

Richard Castle, you have solved
the murder of Phillip Harris.

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's one hell of a detective,
and sneaky in all the right ways.

You 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.

Okay.

Are you not packed?

I can't do it.

Pack your 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 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."

That's 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.

I'll step out.

No, no. You've, uh, you've earned
the right to see this.

Hey there, buddy.

It's me. And by me, I mean you.

And if you're 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.

Because 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
at 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.

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