Castle

Castle. Are you okay?

Where have you been? Why haven't you called?

I couldn't.

Kate, what's going on?

I've got to go.

No, no! No, Kate... Kate, why are you shutting me out?

Castle, I love you.

Kate. Kate.

Beckett.

Are you sure we're safe here?

Am I sure? Um, no.

This building was seized by NYPD a week ago in a drug bust.

There's no paperwork connecting it to me.

We got a couple of days here.

Not if we starve to death first.

Trust me. A bullet's gonna kill you long before hunger does.

Ah. Thank you. I feel so much calmer now.

This is so not how I saw my life playing out.

I joined the A.G.'s office to make a difference,

maybe impress a girl.

Okay, a lot of girls.

The point is I thought I'd be saving the world

from behind a computer, not being hunted for sport

by the "zero dark thirty" all-stars.

Today was supposed to be my first day as captain of the 12th precinct.

Worst thing I thought I was gonna be facing was working without Castle.

And then you called.

All right. Try to get some sleep.

Yeah. Right.

Alpha team in position in 10 seconds.

Vikram!

Run!

Oh!

We have to go. Now.

Who are you?

Sorry, dear. There's no time for chitchat.

Come on.

Baker is down. I repeat, Baker is down.

Target is coming to you.

Charlie, acknowledge. Charlie.

Get in.

No. No. Not until you tell me who you are.

You can call me Rita.

I'm Castle's stepmother.

Now, we really have to go.

So, what do we know?

Last night, Beckett's old team

from the Attorney General's office was killed.

Right. And then, this morning,

she gets a call from their new hire, Vikram,

and all hell breaks loose.

Which means everything must be connected to Beckett's time in the A.G.

But how? That was two years ago.

Maybe she stayed in contact.

And kept me in the dark?

Well, before today, I wouldn't have believed it.

Now I can't help but wonder what else she's keeping from me.

Don't go there, dad.

Easier said than done.

- Richard? - In here.

Ah. I thought you two might need a pick-me-up.

Oh, and look who I found downstairs.

Hey.

That's funny.

Last time I saw you, you said we were done.

Look, I feel bad about what happened.

If I'd known I could've used you as bait,

I would have stuck around and followed your kidnappers.

Uh...

It was a joke.

- Not a very good one. - Fair enough.

- What do you want, Hayley? - To help.

I reckon that I owe you that much after what happened.

She did give us the clue that found you.

Well, yeah, after Esposito dragged her down to the precinct.

You're not wrong, mother,

but we do need all the help we can get to find Beckett.

I was hoping you'd say that,

'cause I've already got feelers out

to contacts in high-traffic areas across the city...

cab companies, banks, hotels, train stations.

I sent them pictures of Beckett and Vikram

and asked them to spread them around,

plus scan through their surveillance videos.

If your wife is still in town, we will find her.

Ah. Told you she was a keeper.

I've been married to Castle's father for almost 10 years.

Jackson never mentioned being married.

Well, of course not. It's classified.

In this line of work, you make a lot of enemies.

Attachments are liabilities...

leverage to be used against us.

- Sounds romantic. - It can be.

Absence doesn't always make the heart grow fonder,

but it sure does wonders for the libido.

I haven't seen Jackson in... Nine months.

I am raring to go.

- That's sweet. - So, what are you? CIA?

Oh, God. No.

I'm a different three-letter agency.

Much more exclusive.

You actually expect me to believe that?

I did save your life, dear.

True that.

How did you end up back there? What's your connection to all of this?

I'm afraid that's also classified.

People died. Friends of mine.

I know. And more may die unless you tell me

everything that has happened up until this point.

Listen to me. Whatever you think this is, it's bigger.

And if you want to stay alive, you're gonna need my help.

It started this morning.

I was getting ready for work, and then he called.

Wow.

What?

That was supposed to be a decoder ring in there.

Oh, my God. This is so beautiful.

Um, would you mind getting that?

Yeah. Here.

Thanks.

Oh, my God.

Captain Beckett's phone.

Uh... Katherine Beckett, please.

Of course. Please wait just one moment.

Okay. I'll trade. There you go. Thanks.

Yeah, this is Beckett.

This is an emergency alert, classification protocol seven.

- I don't... - There's no time.

Rendezvous at the Hill Theatre.

Come alone.

Tell no one.

Understood.

Uh, you know, uh, I'm not interested, so why don't you take me off the list?

Thanks.

Telemarketers.

I swear there should be tougher laws against them.

Wow. I love this.

I'm gonna cherish this.

Thank you.

Mm.

Okay, I've got to get moving.

I have a meeting over at 1PP.

Knock 'em dead.

Show me your hands.

- They're all dead. - I said show me your hands.

Don't move.

I'm not carrying. I'm... I'm just an analyst.

I'm a-a data cruncher at the A.G.'s office.

I don't remember you.

I started working a few months ago.

- Now they're all dead. - Who?

McCord, Hendricks... your entire former team.

- How? - One was stabbed at a bar.

The others were killed in a car crash.

But it wasn't an accident. They were all murdered.

How do you know that?

Because someone tried to kill me yesterday, too.

So, then why didn't you pull the fire alarm?

The FBI, the NSA?

Because you're at the center of all this,

which makes you the only person I can trust.

I haven't seen any of those people in over a year.

What makes you think I'm at the heart of this?

- Who did you tell about me? - Nobody.

- Well, they found us somehow. - Follow me.

Let's go.

They're here somewhere.

Check the balcony.

Come on.

- Get in the car. - What?!

Get in the car!

Oh, God.

- I think I'm gonna hurl. - Just try to keep it together.

Oh, I'm definitely gonna hurl.

What the hell are you doing?!

How do you think they found us?

They tapped your phone. They used it to track you to me.

I've been shot. I need to get to a doctor,

and we need to call the cavalry.

That's gonna be the last call you ever make.

Look, whoever these guys are, they are hacked in everywhere,

which means anybody you call is gonna wind up dead.

I got to stop this bleeding.

Can I help you?

It's okay. Listen. I'm a cop.

I just need a needle and thread,

and I'm gonna have to detain you for your own safety.

Grab her cellphone, lock her up in the bathroom.

I'm sorry.

What's wrong with you?

Headache. I'm dizzy. I-I need to eat something.

Yeah? Well, maybe you should have grabbed some breakfast

this morning instead of calling me.

I'm a diabetic.

I'm gonna need Insulin.

Yeah, well, one medical emergency at a time.

Is it bad?

It could be worse.

I'm gonna start sewing,

and you're gonna tell me what the hell's going on here.