Castle s07e03 Episode Script

No.
No, no! You want to do something tonight? Sure, if you want.
Sure.
Like what? We could, um, go watch a movie.
Yeah.
Yeah, if you want to.
Well, not if you don't want to.
No.
If you want to, I want to.
You know what? We've watched a lot of movies over the past couple of weeks.
Yeah.
So, maybe we could, you know, if you wanted If I wanted to what? I mean, we could try something else tonight.
Something else, as in Yeah, I mean, we haven't since Yeah, well, given everything that's happened, I thought you just You weren't Ready.
I thought that you weren't ready.
I'm ready.
I'm I I'm so ready.
Well, I'm ready, too.
Like, I'm really ready.
Okay.
Well, then what are we waiting for? Well What? You promise? Yes, we'll pick up where we left off.
I'll even slip into that Valentine's Day gift you got me.
You mean the one with Mmm-hmm.
With the Yep.
Ooh.
Is that a pool cue through his chest? Guess we don't have to ask how he died.
Inferior vena cava was punctured.
He bled out in minutes.
And when did that happen? The couple in the unit downstairs heard a struggle at They said it sounded like a hell of a fight.
Victim's name is William Fairwick, he was 25.
What else do we know about him? Other than his taste in anarchy tattoos and satanic design? Not much yet.
His laptop and phone were both password-protected.
So sorry.
Subway took forever.
Bro, you're supposed to be on call.
Why do you smell like a wino? Oh, I was at dinner with Jenny and someone spilled a drink on me as I rushed out.
Beckett.
Yeah? The debris from this breakage goes from left to right.
So whoever did it was left-handed.
Most likely invited.
All the doors and windows were locked from the inside, and despite the wreckage, there's no sign of forced entry.
Was anything stolen? Uh, none of the obvious valuables, but I did find this stashed in the back of his sock drawer.
It's $20,000 in cash.
Could be what the killer was looking for.
It's pretty risky leaving it here.
What'd this guy do for a living? Hey, check it out, I found his work ID.
It says here, "Greenblatt Insurance.
" I'll track it down, see if it has any relevance.
Oh, my God! Will? What happened? Yeah, we've been neighbors for two years.
We play video games after work sometimes.
I was just seeing if he was around.
Were you here all night, Henry? Yeah.
So, did you hear anything? Sorry, I've been laying siege to the Fortress of Kobald all night.
From Terra Quest? What are you, a wily Westland Ghoul? Menacing South River Orc? Oh! East Mountain Goblin.
I'm their king, actually.
Respect.
Anyway, back to the real world.
So, did Will exhibit any odd behavior recently? No, it's pretty much the same routine.
I mean, he'd go to work in the morning, come home at night.
Okay, did he talk about any of his other friends? Was he having troubles with anyone? We didn't talk much about real-life stuff.
It's mainly just Terra Quest.
But if he was having a problem, it probably had something to do with how he made his money.
At Greenblatt Insurance? Claim adjuster.
That was just his day job.
He was making a fortune every night over at Chelsea Billiards.
Guy was a pool hustler.
That explains the cold, hard cash we found in his sock drawer.
And the pool cue we found in his chest.
Yeah, Will worked my tables.
He was the best I ever seen.
Knew all the angles.
Anyone he took for money ever have a problem with him? Sure, but Will mostly hustled Wall Street tools for 10 bills a game.
Losing a grand here and there is chump change for them.
None of those guys would ever kill Will over a bet.
But there are guys that would? Will always worked the upscale clubs like mine, where it's safe to take money off the clientele.
But recently I'd heard that he started hustling out in Brooklyn, at O'Neill's.
That place is full of felons and lowlifes.
Any idea why he decided to move his game up there? Well, it wasn't for the money.
I mean, he was cleaning up here.
But, uh What people say and do doesn't always make sense.
Mr.
Shepherd? No, it's probably nothing.
I mean, it's stupid even.
It's not stupid if it could help us fill in the blanks on Will's life.
I once asked him how he got to be so good.
He told me he went down to the crossroads and made a deal with the Devil for his talent.
I figured that's gotta be a joke, right? But the other night, Will looked nervous.
I mean, downright scared.
So I asked him, I said, "What's going on?" You know what he told me? No.
But I want to know.
He said it wasn't a joke.
He said his time was up.
That he was about to lose his soul.
Well, like I said, though, uh Stupid, right? Espo's got something for us at the precinct.
A guy says he's gonna lose his soul, and then he does? How creepy is that? The guy was hustling felons and he got himself killed.
That's not creepy, that's probable cause.
Anything on our vic's employer? Uh, yeah.
I got a 1-800 number for Greenblatt Insurance, but they're closed until tomorrow.
Can you stop by O'Neill's bar in Brooklyn on your way home? Ask around about the vic? Uh Well, unless Jenny needs you.
No.
All good.
Espo, what have we got? I pulled security footage from Will's building.
There's a security camera in the elevator area slightly angled towards Will's apartment.
I was able to magnify the footage.
Great.
Then we should be able to pull an image of our killer leaving the apartment.
We should, yeah, but watch.
This is a minute before the 911 call.
And this is minutes later.
The door opens and closes on its own.
And then no one enters or exits the apartment until police arrive.
And all the windows were locked from the inside.
That's impossible.
The killer had to get in and out somehow.
Uh, can you play that again? There's your killer, right there.
Don't you see? Will made a deal with the Devil and the contract was up.
So it was time to pay.
The Devil came and got his due.
Really? That's how the Devil is gonna kill someone? Using a broken pool stick? Or perhaps the Prince of Darkness is trying to make a point.
You live by the cue, you die by the cue.
I thought he usually just released the hellhounds.
All right, then how do you explain what we just saw back there? Easy.
Will didn't close the door all the way when he came back in.
Our window was open, the killer came through it, and this huge gust of wind forced the door open, and then shut when they left.
But Esposito said all the windows were locked from the inside.
Our killer's a pro.
He knows how to reset interior locks.
Except Will lives on the 19th floor.
With no fire escape.
Come on, Castle.
You know that there are plenty of ways to access windows on high-level floors without a fire escape.
Yes.
If you're Spider-Man.
Our killer's not Spider-Man.
Agreed.
Because it's the Devil.
The only place that we're gonna find the Devil in this case is in the details.
Once we find out more about Will's life, then we will uncover who his earthbound enemy is.
Tomorrow.
Tonight I have something I'd like to uncover back at home.
Don't answer that.
Don't.
Don't even.
Don't look at it.
Don't answer it.
Just hold on.
Don't pick it up.
You picked it up.
Beckett.
Oh, Lanie, yes.
Lanie! Okay, I'll be right there.
On closer examination of the body, I found multiple stress fractures here, on the victim's left wrist.
From what? Well, they're consistent with flexion, extension and hyperextension.
As a left-handed person would experience if They grabbed a pool cue and smashed everything to bits.
So, Will's left-handed.
Are you saying that Will destroyed his own apartment? Wow.
Swinging a pool cue blindly to defend himself? I'm telling you, it makes perfect sense! What would you do if you were attacked by an invisible, demonic force? I'd tell Ryan to lay off the bean burritos at lunch.
Hey, guys.
Hey, Ryan.
So, you were right.
Will's troubles may have followed him home from O'Neill's pool hall.
I spoke with several witnesses, who said that he got into an altercation there last week with an ex-con named Jiggy Michaels.
How serious was the altercation? Well, Jiggy smashed a beer bottle, threatened to kill him.
Several people had to hold him back.
That qualifies as serious.
Apparently, Will hustled him out of 20 grand.
That's the exact same amount of money we found at his apartment.
Plus, Jiggy has over a dozen priors, including multiple B and E's.
He can get in and out undetected.
They call him "The Ghost.
" Wow.
A real-world killer who can get in and out undetected.
Now that makes perfect sense.
I want a lawyer.
This ain't my first rodeo.
Mmm.
Well, that is too bad, because a lawyer is gonna tell you not to talk.
Then how are you gonna explain to a grand jury that you threatened to kill a guy who hustled you, and then three days later he ended up dead? As a second-story man for several crime outfits, you knew how to break into Fairwick's place.
But when you couldn't find your money, you settled on revenge instead.
Now, we've got a taxi receipt dropping you off at Chelsea last night, three blocks from Will's apartment.
That's a long way from your place in Cypress Hills, Jiggy.
My boyfriend lives in Chelsea.
I was with him all night.
And Will didn't hustle me, he cheated me.
Half a game in, that Cujo bet me double or nothing, and cleared the rest of the table with a single shot.
What are you talking about? It was like that cue ball was possessed or something.
No one is that good or that lucky, so yeah, I got pissed.
But I didn't kill the guy.
In fact, Will tracked me down the next day and offered to give the money back.
Really? Hmm.
He was just gonna pay you back $20,000, what, out of the kindness of his heart? In exchange for some knowledge.
That's some expensive knowledge.
What'd you do for him? I didn't do anything.
We just talked.
So what did Will want to know? He wanted me to case a brownstone on the Upper East Side.
That sounds like more than talking.
I don't do that stuff anymore.
Will just asked how he could break in himself.
Why? What was so special about that brownstone? I don't know, but it wasn't going to be easy.
I mean, place had the works.
Motion detectors, pressure and thermal sensors.
You'd have to be nuts to try to go in there.
What do you say that we forget that you were acting like the Wikipedia of B and E's? And you give us the address of that brownstone.
There was a break-in at 39 East And the owner, Tom Talmadge, was assaulted.
Tom Talmadge? He's the founder of that rideshare service, Hytch.
What, those stupid cars with the thumbs on the roof? Laugh all you want.
That app made him a billionaire.
What's Will doing, breaking into a billionaire's house? I don't know, but here's the weird thing.
Tom was hospitalized and he refused to give a description of the attacker.
Can't be a coincidence that Will shows up dead a few days later.
No, he's hiding something.
I already told the other cops.
I don't want to give a statement.
Mr.
Talmadge, what's your relationship to William Fairwick? I don't know who that is.
Mr.
Talmadge, your reaction says otherwise.
Was he your attacker? I'm not giving a statement.
Given that Mr.
Fairwick was murdered, you might want to rethink that.
Murdered? Look, if you're implying that I had something to do with it Well, why else would you refuse to answer the question? Because you won't believe me anyway.
It'll sound crazy.
You wouldn't believe the crazy things we've heard.
Try us.
I'd gotten home early.
Cracked a beer.
But before I could settle in, I had this feeling like I was being watched.
Then, out of nowhere, something threw me to the ground.
Wait, "something"? You mean him, right? No.
I mean something.
Some force.
I could feel it on top of me, suffocating me, but there was nothing there.
I must've blacked out for a second, and when I came to, that guy was standing over me, screaming, "Stop it! You're killing him! This wasn't the deal!" And who was he yelling at? I don't know.
There wasn't anybody else there.
But I think that guy, he saved my life.
This "force," what did it want? It just seemed like it wanted me.
Okay, fine.
I admit, it is weird.
But I can tell you this.
Whatever Talmadge saw, or didn't see, it wasn't the Devil.
You're right.
It was probably one of his minions.
A lowly demon that Will summoned from Beelzebub to help him get whatever it was he wanted from Talmadge.
Demons don't need help getting past security systems, and the Devil doesn't need to use the door.
I'm gonna take another look at that security cam footage from Will's apartment.
Where's the DVD? What DVD? I put a DVD of security footage in this evidence box.
Where is it? If it ain't in there, you didn't put it in there.
The hell I didn't.
Who's been in here in the past two hours? Detective, no one's been in or out of this room since you checked that box in this morning.
So what'd it do? Just walk out on its own? No, it didn't walk out on its own.
Beckett, you were right.
Killer wasn't the Devil.
The Devil doesn't need to dispose of evidence.
Clearly.
Clearly is the perfect word.
Because clearly our killer is the Invisible Man.
You collapsed the foam.
So, I called Will's place to pull security cam footage from the hallway again, and all the files have been erased.
The doorman swears that no one has been in the security room since NYPD left the crime scene.
No one, or someone he couldn't see? Beckett, it fits all the facts.
The attack on Talmadge by an unseen force, the missing evidence, the haunted cue ball.
Even Will's murder.
Castle, stop! There is no such thing as the Invisible Man.
But something's going on, and Will is at the center of it.
- Hey, Espo! - Yo.
What else have we found on Will Fairwick? Well, Ryan's still trying to get in touch with his employer, Greenblatt Insurance, and Tory's in there trying to crack his electronics.
Apparently, Will had some heavy encryption on his hardware.
That seems a little unnecessary for someone in the insurance industry.
Yeah, but I just got his phone records from his wireless carrier.
And dude didn't talk much, except to this one number, right here.
He traded dozens of calls with it over the past six weeks, and he didn't ever call it before then.
Looks like they spoke nearly every day.
Who owns that number? It's registered to a Ms.
Donna Brooks.
Says here that she's a marine biology professor at Hudson U.
What's he doing, talking to a biology professor? I hadn't heard from him in a few days.
I was worried, but I never imagined this.
I can't believe he's dead.
Donna, I know this is hard, but how do you know Will? Um, I guess you could say we were dating.
He reached out on Facebook a couple months ago.
I hadn't seen him since we first dated, back at MIT.
An anarchist pool shark attended MIT? He was always a rebel, and the smartest student in our class.
Why did he get back in touch? Will dropped out after only a semester, so he wanted to talk about finishing his degree, enrolling here at Hudson.
It was crazy.
After all that time, the spark was still there between us.
Excuse me, cuttlefish don't like that.
Right.
Did he ever mention the name Tom Talmadge? Uh, no.
Not that I remember.
And was there anything out of the ordinary going on in Will's life? Like way, way, way out of the ordinary? Yeah, there was.
Will started acting paranoid last week.
We went to dinner, and he would only take a table facing the door.
He said he thought he was being watched.
By who? He would only say "by them.
" I thought he was imagining it.
I told him he needed to get help so it didn't become MIT all over again.
What happened at MIT? Freshman year, Will had a breakdown.
He cracked under the pressure.
That's why he left.
But if somebody killed him, then maybe he was being followed.
Okay, here's a theory.
What if Will had another breakdown? What if he imagined that the Devil was after him, and in his delusional state, he smashed up his apartment and impaled himself? I mean, I've seen guys on PCP do much worse.
Well, that still doesn't explain the attack on Talmadge, the magical pool shot, or all the disappearing evidence.
No, something much bigger is going on here.
You know, I think Castle may be right.
I finally got in touch with Greenblatt Insurance.
They say he is on the payroll, but as a remote employee.
Greenblatt's only office is in Chicago, and Will's never been there.
But his neighbor said he saw him going to work every day.
Yep.
And his Greenblatt key card was with his house keys, and all scratched up.
Worn.
So if Greenblatt doesn't have a New York office, where was Will going every day? Sounds like Greenblatt Insurance is a front.
Ryan, where is this key card now? Back at Will's apartment.
What are you doing? We don't know if the Invisible Man is here right now.
Did the Invisible Man just goose you? Castle.
I know.
They're like that.
So gauche.
Ugh.
Great.
Ooh.
That's pretty good.
You're really selling the Invisible This is This is real! This is Touched it! Whatever it was, I touched it! Castle! He's going after the key card! Ow! Ow! Ow! Are you okay? What was that? That was him.
The Invisible Man is real! Yeah, well, whatever it That Whatever it was, it just ran off with the only lead we have.
No.
He ran off with my credit card.
I managed to hang onto the key card.
You don't think he's still here, do you? You were attacked at a closed crime scene? By whom? We didn't get a good look at the assailant, sir.
Actually, we Yes, Mr.
Castle? It was dark, and we didn't see anything.
Do you know why this person was there? We believe they were after the victim's key card.
Why? Were they trying to gain access to some part of Will's life? Or maybe they were covering their tracks and don't want us to know what door that card opens.
I've got CSU reprocessing the crime scene.
They're looking for new prints, and Tory is going to try to match the key card to, um, a security system.
She's gonna start that first thing in the morning.
All right.
Uh, keep me posted.
Is there something you're not telling me? No, sir.
Detective Beckett! Lying to your superior? I told her the truth.
I don't know what attacked us.
That was not a lie.
Omission is the invisible lie.
Castle, you can't tell me that what happened didn't freak you out just a little bit.
I mean, what the hell was that thing? I don't know.
But I do know a way to take our minds off it for a while, if you're Interested? You have no idea how much I've missed this.
You had amnesia for two months.
I missed it more.
Did you hear that? Very funny, Castle.
I'm serious.
No.
Just hear the music.
Okay.
Is that your hand on my leg? Uh Yeah.
No, pretty sure.
Okay.
Okay.
What's wrong? I feel like we're being watched.
Pretty sure we're not being watched.
You know what? Maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Just wait here.
Okay.
And you thought zombie apocalypse survival camp was a waste of time.
Okay.
Good.
Okay.
What? You just kind of make nerdy sexy.
That's true.
Where were we? Yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
Mother! Oh.
Martha! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you guys were home! I just wanted a little dental floss, and it looks like I found it! Oh, my Lord! Well.
Thank you.
I So, CSU reprocessed that crime scene.
No new fingerprints, which means Come on.
Invisible Man? I'm just saying, even Beckett seemed freaked out last night.
Mmm.
It would be cool, the power of invisibility.
I would so sneak into Area 51.
You? Super Bowl.
Fifty-yard line.
Best seat in the Hey, what's that on your neck? Is that Is that body glitter? Is that a scratch? No, it's nothing.
Married women don't wear body glitter.
What's going on? You stepping out on Jenny? Wait What? No.
She's the mother of your kid.
I am doing this for my kid.
Oh, come on! Do you realize how much it's gonna cost us to send Sarah Grace to college? A quarter of a million dollars.
That's for a state school.
Oh, uh, I Got a second job working nights.
Doing what? Bouncing at a club.
Where they use body glitter? It's a gentleman's club.
Is it Bottoms Up? Pole Position? No, no, no.
Landing Strip.
Men-hattan.
What? Men-hattan.
Men-hattan? You got a job protecting male strippers? Oh, my God! Hey! It's no joke.
It's more dangerous than this job.
Those women, they rush the stage like these are the last men on the planet.
I have bruises that I can't explain.
Ladies be crazy, Javi.
The card's RFID architecture is like nothing I've ever seen.
Yeah, but there's got to be something else that you can tell us about it.
I can tell you this.
It's not commercially manufactured.
Well, how did anarchy boy get it then? I don't know, and I'm afraid there's no way to find out.
This thing was designed to be untraceable.
Maybe the card was.
But this wasn't.
"Proudly made in the USA by Advantus Apparel.
" So, wait, I'm sponsoring the precinct softball team? Yeah, it was the only way that I could get Advantus Apparel to share their client list with us.
Now, they said that they shipped the Greenblatt order to this office four years ago.
What is this place? I don't know.
This whole floor is unlisted.
I think it's a secret laboratory where they're injecting human guinea pigs with invisibility serum.
Well, whatever it is, killer definitely didn't want us to find it.
Oh, hello there.
I'm betting this isn't Greenblatt Insurance.
Hi, I'm Detective Beckett, NYPD.
We were wondering if a William Fairwick is an employee here.
Let me get someone to assist you.
And what kind of business is this exactly? It'll be just a moment.
I love that jacket.
Hands! Show me your hands! Your credentials check out.
If you and Mr.
Castle vacate the premises immediately, we will refrain from filing federal trespassing charges.
I'm sorry, we're investigating a homicide.
We're not leaving without answers.
Uh, Federal charges? It's a top-secret government facility.
I was right.
Invisibility serum.
What did you say? I said I was right.
Copy that, ma'am.
Hello, I'm Dr.
Elena Sarkov.
What did you mean by "invisibility serum"? I was just saying that Wait, Castle.
If you want answers, you're gonna have to give us some first.
Unless you want the entire NYPD knocking on your front door.
What do you want to know? What is this place, and how is Will Fairwick connected to it? Mr.
Castle is correct.
This is a government facility.
CIA? Homeland Security? DARPA.
Something like that.
Will worked here.
And his death was quite a loss to us.
So you know about his murder.
Now, what did he do here? He was one of my scientists.
Quantum engineering.
I recruited him out of MIT.
Recruited? Wait, so then he never had a breakdown.
Cover story to avoid questions.
Quantum engineering? DARPA? You are researching invisibility.
No, Mr.
Castle.
Invisibility is science fiction.
Cloaking, however, is science.
I have answered your questions, now answer mine.
How did you find out about our technology? During our investigation, we encountered an unseen person Invisible person.
At Will's apartment.
We believe this, whoever, was behind his murder.
And given the research that you're doing here, we believe the killer is connected to this facility.
It's impossible.
We know what we saw.
Or didn't see.
No, it's impossible because we haven't gotten our technology to work.
But I think I know who did.
The Chinese? They've been pursuing the same technology.
We heard they were close to a breakthrough.
Why would you suspect them? Because a few days ago we suffered a crippling cyber-attack.
All of our data was wiped out.
Our team managed to trace the virus to a relay station in Shanghai.
It's a suit.
How does it turn invisible? By bending light waves over metamaterials.
You guys have the coolest toys.
That's what I promised Will to lure him here.
The opportunity to play with advanced government tech.
Of course, as an anarchist, he joked it was his deal with the Devil.
If you're right, and the Chinese do have a working suit, why would they target Will? Technology is the arms race of the 21st century.
And Will was the key to our research.
His death sets us back years.
Excuse me for just one moment.
Yeah.
Castle, if the Chinese are behind this, why would they try to stop us from taking Will's key card? And what do they have to do with Talmadge? I don't think it's the Chinese.
Why not? Do you see that symbol there that There.
It keeps repeating in the virus.
The one that isn't Chinese? Mmm-hmm.
It's a symbol.
Of the East Mountain Goblins from Terra Quest.
Will's neighbor, Henry Wright.
Unis went to Henry Wright's apartment.
Found it cleaned out.
Closet, dresser empty.
Dude's gone.
What have we found on him? Well, he's a serious hacker.
At 15, he cracked the city's power grid, didn't get scared straight until he was in his 20s.
Now he's a sneaker, testing cyber defenses for Fortune 500 companies.
Which means he had the skills necessary to launch a cyber-attack against Dr.
Sarkov's lab.
And he had another connection to this case.
Henry attended Caltech with, wait for it, assault victim Tom Talmadge.
They were roommates.
And this is the lawsuit that Henry filed against Talmadge, accusing him of stealing the code that he used to build Hytch.
The court dismissed the case.
Costing Henry billions.
Sarkov said her lab hadn't cracked the cloaking technology, but what if Will did with a little help from his neighbor, Henry? And with a functioning suit, Henry could have enlisted Will's help to get revenge against Talmadge.
But Henry still needed help defeating Talmadge's home security.
Invisibility doesn't defeat thermal or pressure systems.
So they hustled Jiggy while Henry was wearing that invisibility suit.
Henry was the one that was moving the cue ball around the table.
And perhaps once Henry realized the power of the suit, he set his sights on Will, making sure that power would never be taken away.
Okay, how do we find this kid? We don't.
The guy's a high-level hacker.
He's got a new ID and is out of the country by now.
He'll trade on his skills and live like a king.
Actually, he's already living like a king.
And that's how we're gonna find him.
Welcome to Terra Quest.
Adventure awaits.
All right.
The East Mountain Goblin army is attacking from the base of Mt.
Orr.
Which means their king will be leading them into battle.
There he is! That's Henry.
Ooh! Where did he get a falchion sword? That's, like, plus 90 conquest points! Can you get a lock on that avatar and see if you can trace the location where Henry logged in? I think so.
And I will join the battle and slow him down.
I thought underground gaming dens were just legend.
Yeah, well, I thought the Invisible Man wasn't real.
- Good job! - There he is! Henry, stop! Stop! Stop him! Stop! Who's got the falchion sword now? I didn't murder Will, all right? He was my friend.
Then why did you run, Henry? Look, we know that you went after Tom Talmadge, you were behind the cyber-attack that brought down a government lab.
And then you cleaned out your apartment and you disappeared.
Because I was afraid that they would come after me next.
Who? The same people who killed Will, all right? If they found out that I knew That you knew what? You helped him, didn't you? You helped him build a working suit.
Will came to me with an out-there idea.
And he wanted to adopt nature's camouflage to metamaterials, but there wasn't anybody at his lab that had my program skills.
And since there was no way I was gonna get security clearance, we worked on the down-low.
And in exchange, you got to use the suit to exact your revenge against Talmadge, right? That wasn't supposed to happen.
I was just looking for proof that Tom stole my idea for Hytch.
Yeah, well, his broken ribs say otherwise.
I couldn't find what I needed! And then Tom came home early.
And I just wanted to mess with him.
But I snapped.
Will heard the struggle.
He came in and he pulled me off.
You got angry with Will for stopping you, so you decided to use the suit to kill him instead, right? No! All right? We both realized that I had become Frodo, and the suit was the one ring to rule them all.
Will knew it was too much power for anyone to have, especially the government.
So that was Will's Oppenheimer moment.
The suit became the atomic bomb.
All right, it needed to be destroyed.
Cast into the fires of Mordor.
And we sabotaged the lab so that they couldn't rebuild the tech, at least not right away.
And without the quantum cellular equations Will derived from cephalopods, they may never be able to.
Cephalopods.
Like squids? Actually, um, Will, he based his equations off of the cuttlefish.
The cuttlefish is known as nature's king of camouflage.
And listen to this.
"The papillae of the cuttlefish are unique in their ability "to rapidly polarize reflected light waves "and change the creature's skin color.
" That's why Will got back in touch with Donna.
He didn't want her.
He wanted her research.
Castle, look at Will's phone records.
For weeks, there were phone calls going back and forth between the two of them.
And then, three days before his death, right when he got that suit to function, there were only incoming calls from her.
Will wasn't answering.
And right after Will was murdered, she stops calling.
Almost as if she knew he was dead.
Hey, guys.
I called the university.
Guess who canceled her class the night Will was killed? What's going on here? This is a private office.
Which belongs to the university.
The dean gave us permission to search it as a part of our investigation.
Wait, you think I had something to do with Will's death? Donna, you missed your class the night that he was killed.
Where were you? At home with a cold.
I never would have hurt Will.
I loved him.
You loved him, but then he betrayed you.
That must have made you angry, to find out that he was just using you for your research.
That's not true.
That was the second time that he left you, and you couldn't live with the embarrassment.
This is ridiculous.
I'm not gonna stand here and let you accuse me of killing my boyfriend.
Donna, that was you in the suit in the apartment with us.
That's the same suit that you used to kill Will.
You found out about his project, and before he could destroy it, you used his own creation against him.
What suit? What are you talking about? The suit you wore when you went after Will's key card and you got my credit card instead.
Just found it buried in the back of your drawer.
Thank you for that, by the way.
I forgot to cancel this.
That could be such a pain.
What was I supposed to do? Let him get away with it? He stopped calling.
Stopped texting.
He used me! And then pretended like I didn't exist.
He wanted me to just disappear from his life.
So I did.
And he never saw me coming.
Donna Brooks, you're under arrest You go.
Okay! Okay, I'll get this.
Her backpack and clothes.
She's wearing the suit.
Castle, block the door.
All right.
She's not slipping past this time.
Donna, there's nowhere to go! Yeah, I got you now.
I so missed these mind-melds.
Two o'clock! She's right there! Beckett, what would you do if you were invisible? I'd walk out of here without having to file this report.
Mmm.
Boring.
Yeah, I know.
What about you, Castle? Be a fly on the wall.
See what Beckett's dad really thinks of me.
Hmm.
Hmm.
What's this? "Time you had a proper uniform.
Love, Javi.
" Well.
It's from the heart, bro.
Okay.
Yeah.
Too big? Wanna help me try it on? Wait Ew, they told me it was new.
I could really use your help.
What? Blue is my color.
What's wrong with you? Hey, yeah, no Just try it on.
You don't have to be embarrassed.
It's something that we share.
It's okay.
We'll be taking custody of that, Mr.
Castle.
You know, Will thought this was too much power for any one person to have, and after everything that's happened, I think I agree.
This kind of science is a bit of a deal with the Devil.
Be careful not to lose your soul.
Mother is out for the evening.
Alexis is pulling an all-nighter at the library.
So we're actually, truly, really alone? This came in this morning.
Switching to thermal.
Scanning the room.
The room is clear.
All except for the very hot object before me.
Okay.
Give me a minute, and let me slip into something special, okay? Right.
'Cause there's something special I got you for Valentine's Day.
I approve.
It's even better.
It's invisible.