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(siren whoops)

MORNING! GRANDE SKIM LATTE,

TWO PUMPS SUGAR-FREE VANILLA AND A BEAR CLAW.

HOW DID YOU KNOW-- I'M A NOVELIST. IT'S MY JOB TO NOTICE THINGS.

IT'S SUNDAY MORNING.

SHOULDN'T YOU BE SLINKING HOME FROM A SCANDALOUS LIAISON?

WOULD YOU BE JEALOUS IF I WERE? IN YOUR DREAMS.

ACTUALLY, IN MY DREAMS YOU'RE NEVER JEALOUS.

IN MY DREAMS, YOU JUST JOINED IN--MM!

(mouth full) WELL, MONTGOMERY CALLED AND SAID,

"COME DOWN RIGHT AWAY," SO IT MUST BE GRUESOME. TRY NOT TO GET SO GIDDY

EVERY TIME WE GO TO A CRIME SCENE, OKAY? (normal voice) JUST 'CAUSE SOMEBODY'S DEAD

DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO BE GRUMPY.

OH, DO YOU WANT TO SEE GRUMPY?

HOW ABOUT THE COVER ART FOR YOUR NEW NOVEL?

"NIKKI HEAT" COVER ART? THAT'S ONLY AVAILABLE TO...

OH, MY GOD. YOU SUBSCRIBE TO MY WEB SITE?

WAIT A MINUTE. ARE YOU CastleFreakl-2-1-27?

CastleLover45?

YOU DO REALIZE THAT MOST PEOPLE WOULD BE CREEPED OUT

BY CRAZY, ANONYMOUS FANS? LIKE YOU?

IT WAS STRICTLY PROFESSIONAL CURIOSITY.

SO WHAT DID YOU THINK OF YOUR ALTER EGO NIKKI?

PRETTY SWEET, RIGHT? "SWEET"? SHE'S NAKED!

SHE'S NOT NAKED. SHE'S HOLDING A GUN...

STRATEGICALLY.

YOU KNOW...

I TAKE COMFORT IN THE FACT

THAT IF THEY'RE ALREADY PUBLISHING THE COVER ART,

THEN YOUR BOOK

AND OUR LITTLE PARTNERSHIP

IS ALMOST DONE.

NO COFFEE IN HERE, SIR.

(police radio chatter)

SIR, WHAT'S GOING ON? 2-YEAR-OLD GIRL, ANGELA CANDELA,

REPORTED MISSING BY HER PARENTS ABOUT 8:00 THIS MORNING.

WHERE'D THEY FIND THE BODY? THEY HAVEN'T FOUND HER. SHE WAS ABDUCTED.

FATHER WAS IN THE OTHER ROOM PAINTING. KIDNAPPED FROM HER HOME?

I DON'T UNDERSTAND, SIR. IF THIS ISN'T A MURDER,

WHY AM I HERE? THE FEDS REQUESTED YOU TO BE ON THE TASK FORCE.

FEDS? FBI HAS JURISDICTION OVER CHILD ABDUCTION CASES.

THEN WHY CALL ME? 'CAUSE I LIKE PISSING OFF THE FBI,

AND BECAUSE YOU THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX.

THAT'S SOMETHING THE FEEBS RARELY DO. SIR, WHO'S THE SPECIAL AGENT IN CHARGE?

BECKETT, IT DOESN'T MATTER-- SIR, WHO?

SORENSON.

WHO'S SORENSON? I THOUGHT THAT HE WAS IN--

IN BOSTON. NOT ANYMORE. HE'S HERE.

WHO'S SORENSON? THIS ISN'T GONNA BE A PROBLEM, IS IT, DETECTIVE?

I MEAN, WE'RE ALL PROFESSIONALS HERE, RIGHT? ACTUALLY, I'M NOT. WHO'S SORENSON?

NO, SIR. NOT A PROBLEM. FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH,

THAT MISSING LITTLE GIRL

DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOUR HISTORY,

NOR DO HER TERRIFIED PARENTS.

THEY JUST WANT THEIR BABY BACK ALIVE.

(cell phone rings) WHERE IS HE, SIR?

HE'S OVER THERE TALKING TO THE PARENTS. MONTGOMERY.

(man) YEAH, PLEASE. WHATEVER YOU NEED.

EXCUSE ME.

HELLO, KATE.

HELLO, WILL. HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN BACK?

A COUPLE MONTHS.

SOMETHING WRONG WITH BOSTON?

FRESH LOBSTER GETS OLD FAST.

YOU LOOK GOOD.

THANKS. I FEEL GOOQD.

UH... AGENT SORENSON, THIS IS RICHARD CASTLE.

THE FAMOUS NOVELIST.

WRITER OF WRONGS. SO CAPTAIN MONTGOMERY FILLED ME IN

ON YOUR LITTLE ARRANGEMENT.

I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH IT

AS LONG AS IT DOESN'T INTERFERE WITH THE INVESTIGATION.

OH, DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME. QUIET AS A MOUSE.

ANGELA CANDELA, 2 YEARS OLD,

ABDUCTED THIS MORNING BETWEEN 7:30 AND 8:00 A.M.

PARENTS WERE HOME AT THE TIME.

HOW DO YOU GET ABDUCTED WHEN YOUR PARENTS ARE HOME? YEAH...

DAD GOT UP WITH THE KID ABOUT 7:00,

LET THE MOM SLEEP IN.

HE PLANTED ANGELA IN FRONT OF THE TUBE

WITH A JUICE BOX AND SOME CEREAL,

THEN HEADED INTO HIS ART STUDIO.

OBVIOUSLY, HE'S A PAINTER.

HE JUST LEFT HIS KID? DID HE HEAR ANYTHING AT LEAST?

HE WAS LISTENING TO HIS iPod.

NOTHING LIKE A LITTLE QUALITY TIME WITH DADDY.

dd

WHEN I COULDN'T FIND HER, I LOOKED EVERYWHERE FOR HER,

AND THEN I SAW THE WINDOW.

THE LOCK WAS JIMMIED FROM THE OUTSIDE.

I-I RAN OUTSIDE.

I LOOKED FOR HER. OHH.

MR. CANDELA, YOU LIVE ON A GROUND FLOOR APARTMENT

WITH WINDOWS FACING THE ALLEYWAY.

MOST PEOPLE HAVE BARS. WE WERE GOING TO. WE JUST--

I NEVER GOT AROUND TO IT. WE THINK THE DIRT'S FROM THE OUTSIDE.

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN IN OUR OWN HOME?

SO OUR SUSPECT CLIMBED IN THROUGH THE WINDOW,

GRABBED ANGELA AND PROBABLY WALKED OUT THE BACK DOOR. JUST LIKE THAT?

WE HAVE HER PHOTO ON THE WIRES AND ARE ISSUING AN AMBER ALERT

TO THE PORT AUTHORITY AND THE TRI-STATE AREA. I'LL HAVE MY GUYS RUN ANY REGISTERED SEX OFFENDERS

AND RESIDENTIAL BURGLARIES. WHAT ABOUT THE PARENTS?

ANYONE THEY CAN THINK OF? NO, NOT THAT EITHER OF THEM CAN THINK STRAIGHT RIGHT NOW.

THIS THING GOES SOUTH, THEY'LL NEVER THINK STRAIGHT AGAIN. AGENT SORENSON?

THE PHONE'S OVER THERE. GET A TAP ON IT.

(lowered voice) THIS ONE WILL END BETTER.

I PROMISE.

SIX MONTHS.

SIX MONTHS WHAT?

WE DATED FOR SIX MONTHS.

I DIDN'T ASK.

YEAH, I KNOW.

YOU WERE NOT ASKING VERY LOUDLY.

I KNOW. I'M LIKE A JEDI LIKE THAT.

(elevator bell dings) SO HOW'D YOU MEET?

KIDNAPPING. A 6-YEAR-OLD BOY.

HOW'D IT END? WE GOT THE GUY.

WHAT DO WE GOT ON THE PARENTS? (cell phone dialing)

THERESA AND ALFRED CANDELA--

MARRIED TEN YEARS, ONE CHILD--ANGELA CANDELA.

WHOA! SORRY.

SORRY ABOUT THAT. TIE TOOK ME A LITTLE BY SURPRISE.

(laughs)

(laughs) OKAY, GET IT ALL OUT.

THIS IS A GIFT FROM MY GIRLFRIEND. GIRLFRIEND?

TODAY'S OUR 2-WEEK ANNIVERSARY. OOH.

OOH, TWO WEEKS. IS THAT THE PAPER OR THE SILK?

I BELIEVE IT'S THE WHIPPED.

GOOD ONE. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.

ONE CHILD-- ANGELA CANDELA, AGE 2, ADOPTED.

ADOPTED? YEAH, TWO YEARS AGO.

MOM--THERESA, SHE'S A FUND MANAGER AT KELLER STANTON.

DAD'S A SMALL-TIME ARTIST, SHOWS AT THE GREYSON GALLERY

IN CHELSEA ONCE IN A WHILE.

NEIGHBOR SAYS HE STAYS HOME WITH THE KID.

ALL RIGHT, HERE'S A LIST OF ALL THE PEOPLE

WHO HAD ACCESS TO THE APARTMENT --

BABYSITTERS, CLEANING LADY, SUPER.

LET'S CROSS-REFERENCE THAT

WITH ANY REGISTERED SEX OFFENDERS IN THE AREA,

SEE IF ANYONE HAD A THING FOR LITTLE GIRLS. YOU'RE THINKING THAT SOME CREEPY-CRAWLY

PROBABLY SCOUTED FROM THE INSIDE?

(telephone ringing) WELL, THE FATHER SAID

WHAT HE DID THIS MORNING WAS PART OF A ROUTINE.

SO EITHER SOMEBODY GOT LUCKY, OR THEY ALREADY KNEW IT.

BECKETT. YEAH, WE'LL BE RIGHT THERE.

LOOKS LIKE IT WASN'T A CREEPY-CRAWLER AFTER ALL.

CANDELAS JUST GOT A RANSOM CALL.

(Theresa) HELLO? (distorted voice) We have your daughter.

PLEASE, SHE'S JUST A CHILD. PLEASE DON'T HURT HER. Whether we hurt her IS up to you.

Whether she lives is up to you. You want your daughter?

We want $750,000. You have 24 hours.

I WANT TO SPEAK TO HER. I WANT TO KNOW SHE'S SAFE. (click)

THEY USED AN INTERNET VOICE-OVER-I.P. SERVICE.

MEANING IT'S UNTRACEABLE.

CAN YOU RAISE THE 7507

IT--IT'S EVERYTHING WE HAVE. IF IT MEANS GETTING ANGELA BACK, WE'LL PAY.

THEN YOU SHOULD START GETTING YOUR FINANCIAL RECORDS TOGETHER.

OH!

MRS. CANDELA, IS THERE ANYONE THAT YOU KNOW

THAT CAN HELP YOU--AN ACCOUNTANT OR MAYBE SOMEONE AT YOUR FIRM?

NINA COULD HELP. NINA?

MY SISTER. SHE'S A C.P.A.

BUT EVEN IF WE GIVE THEM THE MONEY,

HOW CAN WE BE SURE WE'LL GET HER BACK?

YOU HAVE TO HAVE HOPE.

YOU HAVE TO IMAGINE YOUR LITTLE GIRL

WALKING THROUGH THAT FRONT DOOR SAFE AND SOUND.

YOUR DAUGHTER NEEDS YOU RIGHT NOW.

SHE NEEDS YOU TO HAVE FAITH, TO BE STRONG.

(indistinct conversations)

YOU DO THIS A LOT-- KIDNAPPINGS?

YOU SEEM TO KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

IT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT YOU SAY.

IT'S ABOUT CONTROLLING THE SITUATION,

CONTROLLING THE EMOTIONS.

YOU REQUESTED YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND FOR THE TASK FORCE.

THAT DOESN'T INDICATE TO ME A CONTROL OF YOUR EMOTIONS.

I REQUESTED BECKETT BECAUSE SHE'S THE BEST IN THE CITY.

NOT BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO SEE HER AGAIN?

HOW ABOUT YOU, CASTLE?

YOU'VE WRITTEN, WHAT, 20 BEST SELLERS?

(chuckles) WELL, 26, BUT WHO'S COUNTIN'?

WHY THE SUDDEN NEED TO SHADOW A REAL DETECTIVE?

WELL, THE ONES ON TV SEEM ODDLY FIXATED ON THEIR SUNGLASSES.

SO WITH ALL THE FAT, BALDING DETECTIVES IN THE NYPD,

YOU JUST HAPPEN TO END UP SHADOWING HER.

IT MUST BE FATE.

MUST BE.

CANDELAS HAVE PULLED THEIR FINANCIALS.

HER SISTER'S ON THE WAY. ANYTHING ON THE TRANSCRIPTS?

IT'S CLEAR THE RANSOM DEMAND HAS SIGNIFICANCE.

KIDNAPPERS MAKE AN ISSUE ABOUT KNOWING WHAT THE CANDELAS HAVE.

THEY SAID IT'S EVERYTHING THEY HAVE.

WHOEVER MADE THE DEMAND KNOWS THEM WELL ENOUGH

TO KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THEY'RE WORTH.

(Beckett) HOW DOES IT LOOK?

DETECTIVE, AGENT SORENSON, THIS IS MY SISTER NINA.

IT'S DOABLE. WE'LL MARKET THE STOCKS TOMORROW MORNING.

WE'LL HAVE TO WIPE OUT THE RETIREMENT ACCOUNT

AND BOTH PENSIONS, AND YOU'LL HAVE TO PAY PENALTIES.

(Theresa) I DON'T CARE. WHATEVER IT TAKES.

HE PAINTS WHEN HE'S STRESSED.

DOES HE SELL MUCH?

SOME.

THAT'S GENEROUS.

SORRY.

WHY DO YOU ASK?

I DON'T KNOW MANY ARTISTS WITH THEIR OWN PENSION ACCOUNT.

THERESA SET UP THE ACCOUNT FOR HIM

SO HE'D HAVE SOMETHING FOR HIM AND ANGELA, YOU KNOW,

IF SOMETHING-- TELL ME==

MRS. CANDELA, WE THINK THE SPECIFICITY OF THE AMOUNT

OF THE RANSOM DEMAND SUGGESTS THE KIDNAPPERS

HAD KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR FINANCES. WAS THERE ANYONE WHO MIGHT'VE HAD A GRUDGE AGAINST YOU

OR MAYBE SOMEONE CLOSE TO YOU WHO NEEDED THE MONEY NOW?

NO ONE WHO WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS.

WHAT ABOUT DOUG ELLERS?

WHO'S DOUG ELLERS? SOMEONE I USED TO WORK WITH, BUT NO, I CAN'T IMAGINE--

WHAT ABOUT THOSE MESSAGES HE LEFT YOU AT WORK?

REMEMBER, YOU FILED THOSE COMPLAINTS WITH H.R.? I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, ALFRED.

MRS. CANDELA, I KNOW HOW HARD THIS IS.

IT'S UNDERSTANDABLE TO GET FRUSTRATED.

BUT PLEASE, WE NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING.

ELLERS RAN AN ASSET MANAGEMENT GROUP.

THEY WEREN'T PERFORMING, SO I LET HIM GO.

DID HE EVER THREATEN YOU? WELL, HE BLAMED ME FOR HIS DIVORCE.

HE SAID HIS WIFE LEFT HIM BECAUSE I FIRED HIM, AND...

AND WHAT?

AND SHE TOOK HIS TWO KIDS.

(Beckett) WHERE'D YOU FIND HIM? (Ryan) IN LINE AT OFF-TRACK BETTING.

(Esposito) E.S.U. JUST HIT HIS APARTMENT.

NO TRACE OF THE KID. THAT'S NOT GOOQD.

PRESSURE INTERVIEW? I'LL TAKE THE LEAD. YEAH.

NO. HE'LL BE FINE, WILL.

KATE, I DON'T CARE HOW BIG A FAN OF HIS YOU ARE,

HE DOESN'T COME IN THE ROOM.

FINE. THAT'S FINE.

UH, JUST FOR THE RECORD, THOUGH,

HOW BIG A FAN IS SHE?

COME ON, CASTLE. COME WATCH FROM THE BLEACHERS WITH US,

SEE HOW THE FEEBIES DO IT.

MR. ELLERS, DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT, NYPD.

SPECIAL AGENT SORENSON, FBI.

WHEN WAS YOUR LAST CONTACT WITH THERESA CANDELA?

THERESA CANDELA? WH-WH-WHAT'S GOING ON?

(Beckett) JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION. WHAT DID SHE SAY ABOUT ME?

LET'S TALK ABOUT...

(beeps) WHAT YOU SAID TO HER.

(answering machine beeps) I GAVE YOU SIX YEARS OF MY LIFE. SIX YEARS!

MY PROFITS BUILT YOUR WHOLE DAMN DIVISION.

AND NOW YOU WANT TO BEND ME OVER?

YOU WANT TO CUT ME OUT? WELL, KARMA'S A BITCH, THERESA.

YOU BURNT DOWN MY HOUSE. I'M GONNA BURN YOURS DOWN.

(answering machine beeps)

(recorder beeps) YOU LEFT THAT THREE MONTHS AGO,

JUST AFTER YOUR WIFE LEFT.

YEAH? SO? EVERY WORD OF IT'S TRUE.

IT'S HARASSMENT.

OH, WHAT, IS SHE GONNA PRESS CHARGES NOW? YEAH, KIDNAPPING, ASSAULT, BREAKING AND ENTERING.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

(Beckett) SOMEBODY KIDNAPPED ANGELA CANDELA THIS MORNING.

WHAT? KIDNAPPED? HURTING SOMEONE ELSE'S CHILD

ISN'T THE WAY TO GET BACK YOUR OWN. NO, NO, NO.

THIS IS NOT ME. THERESA MAY NOT BE MY FAVORITE PERSON,

BUT I WOULD NEVER HARM A CHILD. YOUR EX-WIFE WASN'T SO SURE.

ACCORDING TO YOUR DIVORCE PAPERS,

THERE ARE ALLEGATIONS OF VIOLENCE--

MY EX-WIFE WAS LOOKING FOR A PAYDAY. THAT'S ALL.

YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FOR A PAYDAY, ARE YOU, MR. ELLERS?

YOU HAVE THE WRONG GUY.

RUN HIM DOWN--WHERE HE WAS ALL MORNING, WHO CAN VOUCH.

PRETTY CLEAR IT WASN'T HIM. YOU A MIND READER, TOO?

COME ON, IF HE WAS YOUR GUY,

HE'D BE DOWNPLAYING HIS FEELINGS FOR THERESA,

NOT WEARING THEM ON HIS SLEEVE. COUPLE DOZEN BEST SELLERS

DOESN'T MAKE YOU A CRIMINOLOGIST. I ALSO DON'T NEED A WEATHERMAN

TO TELL ME THAT THE SKY IS BLUE. OH, FOR GOD SAKES.

WHY DON'T YOU BOTH JUST DROP YOUR PANTS

AND GET IT OVER WITH? I'M GAME.

THE FACT IS, YOU'RE BOTH RIGHT. HE PROBABLY DIDN'T DO IT.

BUT WHEN A CHILD'S LIFE IS AT STAKE, WE HAVE TO BE SURE.

WE HAVE TO QUESTION EVERYTHING WE THINK WE KNOW.

YOU GUYS KEEP ELLERS ON ICE UNTIL WE CAN TRACE

EVERY SECOND OF HIS MORNING.

WILL, YOU AND I ARE GOING BACK TO THE CANDELAS'.

WE'RE GONNA PROFILE ALL OF THEIR ASSOCIATES.

WHAT SHOULD I DO?

I NEED YOU TO GO HOME.

OKAY.

BUT IF YOU NEED ME, CALL...

EVEN IF IT'S JUST TO TALK.

(Martha) TODD, HONEY...

I REALLY, REALLY NEED YOU TO FOCUS

ON CALIBRATING YOUR CREATIVE ENERGY.

NOW BY CREATIVE ENERGY, WHAT DO I MEAN?

I MEAN THE SOURCE OF YOUR POWER.

THE SOURCE OF YOUR POWER, TODD, IS YOU.

HOWDY, MOTHER.

HELLO. YOU'RE... YOU'RE HERE. (chuckles)

UM, I'M JUST FINISHING UP A SESSION

IN MY OFFICE.

I'M SO FLATTERED YOU HAVE MY FRAMED BOOK COVERS

IN YOUR OFFICE.

WELL, A COACH CAN NEVER BE TOO PROUD.

MR. CASTLE, I JUST WANTED TO THANK YOU

FOR BEING SO HONEST ABOUT YOUR STRUGGLE

WITH PERSISTENT AND CHRONIC WRITER'S BLOCK.

EXCUSE ME?

WELL, TODD IS AN ASPIRING NOVELIST,

SO I SHARED WITH HIM YOUR INSPIRING TALE

OF TRIUMPH OVER ADVERSITY.

WELL, HOW COURAGEOUS OF ME.

GOOD LUCK, TODD. THANKS. I'LL TAKE THE YEAR-LONG PACKAGE.

WAY TO BE DECISIVE, KIDDO. GOOD FOR YOU.

I'LL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK. THANK YOU. NICE TO MEET YOU.

AND REMEMBER, YOU IS WHO YOU IS. RIGHT.

AND IF YOU AIN'T WHO YOU IS, WHO IS YOU? (door opens and closes)

WELL, NICE TO SEE ALL THOSE YEARS AS AN ACTRESS

HAVE REALLY PAID OFF.

"FOCUS ON CALIBRATING YOUR CREATIVE ENERGIES"?

I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW, TODD IS A VERY BRIGHT SPIRIT

IN NEED OF DIRECTION. MOTHER, IT'S BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU'RE SLANDERING ME.

DO YOU HAVE TO COMMANDEER MY OFFICE

TO DO YOUR NEW AGE CODDLE SESSION?

RICHARD, YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME TO PAY MANHATTAN RATES

FOR OFFICE SPACE. WELL, HOW ABOUT THIS? YOU CANNOT BEAT THIS LOCATION.

(sighs) PROXIMITY TO BEVERAGES AND SHARP UTENSILS.

SWEETHEART, AS YOUR LIFE COACH,

I HAVE TO URGE YOU TO SAY NAY TO YOUR INNER NAYSAYER.

I CALL THAT A MARTHA-ISM.

HOW IS IT THAT YOU DON'T KNOW WHO MY FATHER IS,

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW YOUR EX-HUSBAND STOLE ALL YOUR MONEY,

YET YOU ARE GIVING LIFE COACHING ADVICE? MISTAKES ARE THE BUILDING BLOCKS OF WISDOM.

A MARTHA-ISM. BESIDES, FREUD WAS AN ADDICT.

DIDN'T STOP HIM FROM HELPING PEOPLE.

SADLY, FACED WITH HIS MOTHER'S...

TWISTED YET UNIMPEACHABLE LOGIC,

RICHARD CASTLE'S HEAD EXPLODED.

AH, WELL.

SO WHY ARE YOU HOME SO EARLY?

WELL, THOUGHT I'D TAKE A LITTLE BREATHER.

WORKING ON A, UH, KIDNAPPING CASE. A LITTLE GIRL.

NO WONDER YOU'RE SO SURLY.

THOSE POOR PARENTS, HAVING A CHILD RIPPED AWAY...

I CAN'T IMAGINE HOW THEY MUST FEEL. IS ALEXIS HOME?

SHE'S UPSTAIRS.

I'M FEELING A DEEP-SEATED NEED FOR A HUG.

PERFECTLY UNDERSTANDABLE.

AFTER ALL, WE ARE POD-MATES.

ANOTHER MARTHA-ISM. I CALL IT THE PEAPOD BOND--

YOU KNOW, THE BOND THAT EXISTS BETWEEN PARENT AND CHILD--

YOU AND ME, YOU AND ALEXIS.

WE'RE ALL PEAS IN A POD, AND WHETHER WE LIKE IT OR NOT,

EVERYONE WHO'S EVER HAD A CHILD IS IN THE POD FOREVER.

THE PEAPOD BOND. (chuckles)

ALEXIS!

THANK YOU, MOTHER. OH!

I'LL DEDUCT MY SESSION FEE FROM YOUR RENT.

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. YOU MIGHT WANT TO CONSIDER

THE YEAR-LONG PACKAGE. IT'S A BARGAIN!

OOH. OH! (grunts)

(both laugh)

WHAT WAS THAT FOR? JUST A PEAPOD THING. GRAMWILL EXPLAIN.

HEY.

HEY, YOURSELF.

WANT SOME?

YEAH, THANKS.

SO I JUST GOT WORD FROM MY GUYS,

AND ELLERS IS A DEAD END.

THE OWNER OVER AT PARADISE DINER ON EAST 62nd

VOUCHED THAT HE WAS HAVING

HIS USUAL POACHED EGGS THIS MORNING.

HMM. WOULD HAVE BEEN TOO EASY, RIGHT?

HMM.

OR OVER EASY?

THAT'S LIKE SOMETHING CASTLE WOULD SAY.

YOU LIKE HIM.

NO, I JUST, UM...

I DON'T KNOW.

I THINK HE'S INTERESTING.

SO YOU'RE NOT...

TOGETHER? NO.

I MEANT TO CALL.

MUST HAVE PICKED UP THE PHONE A DOZEN TIMES.

YEAH, I KNOW. YOU MEANT TO DO A LOT OF THINGS.

THAT'S WHY YOU LEFT, REMEMBER?

BOSTON WAS A GREAT OPPORTUNITY.

I'M NOT SAYING THAT IT WASN'T.

I'M JUST SAYING, IT WAS A CHOICE...

THAT DIDN'T INCLUDE ME.

YOU COULD HAVE COME. AND THEN DONE WHAT?

JOIN THE BOSTON P.D., AND THEN YOU HAVE TO MOVE TO PHOENIX

AND THEN CLEVELAND, AND THEN YOU'RE BACK HERE?

I MEAN, WE BOTH KNOW WHAT THAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT.

DIDN'T STOP ME FROM MISSING YOU,

MISSING US.

SUNDAYS IN THE PARK...

THOSE RIDICULOUS NEON ICE SKATES

AT ROCKEFELLER CENTER.

I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT THOSE ICE SKATES ARE AWESOME.

IT WASN'T THE SKATES.

WILL, I-1--

UM...

OH! I THOUGHT COPS AND FEDS HATED EACH OTHER.

THEY SAY JUSTICE NEVER SLEEPS. I THINK I KNOW WHY.

WE WERE JUST, UH-- BEING CONSENTING ADULTS. I'M NOT JUDGING.

I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GO HOME. I DID GO HOME,

BUT THEN MY MOTHER TOLD ME SOMETHING THAT COULDN'T WAIT. YOU LIVE WITH YOUR MOTHER?

YEAH, APPARENTLY, WE'RE PEAS IN A POD.

BUT THE IMPORTANT POINT IS, ANGELA IS ADOPTED. SO?

SO PRIOR TO GIVING UP HER BABY, THE BIRTH MOTHER WOULD HAVE

BEEN GIVEN BACKGROUND ON THE CANDELAS,

SPECIFICALLY THEIR ABILITY TO SUPPORT THE CHILD. KNOWLEDGE OF THEIR FINANCES.

REALLY, KATE, WE'RE GONNA WASTE TIME

ON THE INSIGHTS OF NANCY DREW HERE? IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE AN INSULT?

BECAUSE NANCY DREW SOLVED EVERY CASE.

LOOK, OKAY, AND I'M QUOTING HERE,

"WHEN A CHILD'S LIFE IS AT STAKE, WE HAVE TO BE SURE,

WHICH MEANS WE HAVE TO QUESTION EVERYTHING WE THINK WE KNOW."

(woman) I WAS A JUNIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL.

WHAT WAS I GONNA DO WITH A BABY?

(Sorenson) IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS, MISS GOMEZ.

TWO YEARS IS STILL A LONG TIME

TO THINK ABOUT A DECISION YOU MADE WHEN YOU WERE 16.

WHAT AM I DOING HERE? WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?

WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE BABY

AND YOUR REGRETTING YOUR DECISION.

MY DECISION? I DON'T REGRET MY DECISION. THEN WHY DID YOU TRY TO FIND HER?

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

THIS IS A PETITION THAT YOU FILED WITH THE ADOPTION AGENCY

A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO.

IT'S A FORM REQUESTING THE IDENTITY

OF THE ADOPTIVE PARENTS OF ANGELA.

A SIGNED FORM.

NO. THAT'S NOT MY SIGNATURE. LUCIA, I'M NOT--

NO, REALLY. LOOK, YOU CAN SEE FOR YOURSELF.

THAT'S NOT MY SIGNATURE.

WHY? WHAT'S GOING ON?

WHAT HAPPENED TO HER? IS SHE OKAY?

DID ANYONE IN YOUR FAMILY OBJECT TO YOU GIVING UP YOUR BABY?

NO, NO ONE. MY--MY MOM EVEN HELPED ME WITH IT.

AND THE FATHER?

JUAN?

UH, HE WAS IN IRAQ WHEN I HAD HER,

BUT WE TALKED ABOUT IT.

HE WAS COOL.

ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?

HE STILL IN IRAQ?

NO, HE GOT BACK A COUPLE MONTHS AGO.

JUAN RESTREPQO?

NYPD. WE'D LIKE TO ASK YOU SOME-- OH!

GO, GO, GO, GO! HEY!

FREEZE! HANDS UP!

(tires screech)

(Sorenson) FREEZE!

KEEP YOUR HANDS UP!

(car door closes)

(Esposito) ON THE GROUND. ON THE GROUND!

HIT THE GROUND!

SO WHY'D YOU RUN?

IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD, WHEN YOU SEE A COP,

THAT'S WHAT YOU DO. (men speaking indistinctly)

WHAT? NO, UH, GOOD COP/BAD FED?

THE GUY DID TWO TOURS IN THE GULF.

I GO OVER THERE, HE'D TURN IT INTO A PISSING MATCH.

BUT KATE, SHE'S GOT A WAY OF SNEAKING UP ON PEOPLE.

YOU MEAN LIKE LAST NIGHT?

(Ryan) UGH! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?

DUDE DETAILS CARS FOR A LIVING.

YOU'D THINK HE'D HAVE A LITTLE MORE PRIDE IN HIS RIDE.

I'M JUST SAYING,

IT LOOKED LIKE QUITE A KISS.

YOU JEALOUS, CASTLE?

ME? NO, BUT YOU HAVE TO ADMIT... I WAS RIGHT.

YOU ARE JEALOUS... THAT I HOOKED HER.

WHAT'S THERE TO BE JEALOUS OF? YOU COULDN'T REEL HER IN.

WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT.

I WAS 18 WHEN LUCIA GOT PREGNANT.

SIX MONTHS IN, I GOT DEPLOYED.

I NEVER EVEN HAD THE CHANCE TO SEE HER.

BUT YOU SIGNED THE ADOPTION PAPERS.

YOU KNOW, WHEN YOU'RE OVER THERE,

YOU SEE SO MANY KIDS.

I JUST...

I NEEDED TO KNOW SHE WAS OKAY.

I-I FILLED OUT THE FORM, AND I PUT LUCIA'S NAME INSTEAD.

YOU GOT AN ADDRESS.

YEAH, DUDE FELT BAD FOR ME.

HE WAS OVER THERE, TOO, IN GULF ONE,

AND HE ONLY LOST AN ARM. AND WHAT DID YOU LOSE?

AN I.E.D. RIT MY HUMVEE.

THE SHRAPNEL TORE THROUGH THE FLOOR.

THE DOC SAYS I'M NEVER GONNA HAVE KIDS OF MY OWN,

SO... YEAH, I GOT AN ADDRESS,

AND I WENT TO GO SEE MY DAUGHTER.

SO YOU KIDNAP HER AND YOU ASK HER ADOPTIVE PARENTS FOR MONEY?

WAIT, "KIDNAP HER"? SHE WAS KIDNAPPED?

AND YOU THINK I DID THAT?

ALL I EVER WANTED TO KNOW WAS THAT SHE WAS OKAY! IS SHE?!

(police radio chatter)

YO. BIRTH DAD? HIS STORY CHECKS OUT.

LIMO COMPANY HAD HIM DOING THEIR FLEET YESTERDAY.

I DON'T CARE. HE HAD MOTIVE AND OPPORTUNITY.

HIS MOTIVE WAS THE INSTINCT OF FATHERHOOD.

IF HE TOOK HER, HE'D HAVE BEEN WITH HER,

NOT AT SOME $12-AN-HOUR DETAILING JOB. DOESN'T MATTER. I WANT E.S.U. ON HIS PLACE.

IT'S NOT HIM, WILL. WE'RE AT SQUARE FREAKIN' ONE,

AND WE'VE GOT NOTHING. YOU CAN SEND E.S.U.

WHEREVER YOU WANT, BUT I'M NOT LOSING THIS ONE.

WHAT DID SHE MEAN, "NOT LOSING THIS ONE"?

THE CASE WE WORKED.

I THOUGHT YOU GOT THE GUY.

WE DID, BUT...

THE KID WAS ALREADY DEAD.

(cell phone rings)

(ring)

SORENSON.

ON MY WAY.

ANOTHER CALL ABOUT THE RANSOM.

(woman) THEY ASKED FOR 75 PACKS OF HUNDREDS,

RANDOMIZED SERIAL NUMBERS AND WARNED AGAINST BAIT MONEY,

DYE PACKS AND TRACKERS. SOUNDS LIKE THEY KNOW YOUR PLAYBOOK.

THEY WERE DETAILED DOWN TO THE MAKE,

MODEL AND COLOR OF THE BACKPACK. DROP INSTRUCTIONS?

WE WAIT FOR THEIR CALL. ALL RIGHT, LET'S GET THE MONEY SET,

BE READY TO MAKE THE DROP.

WHY DIDN'T THEY TELL US WHERE TO BRING THE MONEY? THEY'RE TESTING YOU. IT'S NOT UNUSUAL.

WHICH MEANS BEFORE WE MAKE THE DROP,

WE'LL NEED TO TEST THEM.

WE'LL NEED PROOF THAT THEY HAVE ANGELA AND THAT SHE'S OKAY.

WHAT IF THEY DON'T GIVE ANY? WHAT IF THEY REFUSE? HOW CAN YOU THINK THAT?

I'M JUST SAYING-- WHAT, YOU THINK SHE'S DEAD?

NO, OF COURSE NOT. I SHOULD'VE GOTTEN UP.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE LET YOU WATCH HER. DON'T SAY THAT.

DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO SAY!

TELL ME, ALFRED, WAS IT WORTH IT?!

WAS IT WORTH OUR LITTLE GIRL?!

OH! OH, MY...

MRS. CANDELA?

THERESA...

YOU CAN'T GIVE IN TO YOUR FEAR.

NEITHER YOU NOR YOUR HUSBAND IS RESPONSIBLE

FOR WHAT HAPPENED.

(telephone rings)

COME ON.

(ring)

REMEMBER, NO PROOF, NO MONEY.

WE NEED TO BE FIRM ON THAT. (ring)

OKAY? HERE WE GO. (beep)

HELLO.

(distorted voice) Listen carefully.

Any deviation, and your daughter dies.

I UNDERSTAND.

A civilian, not a cop, must make the drop,

or we Kill the girl.

We see police or FBI, and she dies.

Do you have the money? YES. 750, LIKE YOU SAID.

Put it in the backpack and bring it

to the northeast corner of 1st Avenue and 47th.

There's a mailbox there with a cell phone taped underneath.

We'll text further instructions once you're there.

When we have the money,

then we'll call with the girl's location.

(whispers) ASK FOR PROOF THAT ANGELA'S OKAY.

YOU WON'T GET ANY MONEY UNTIL I KNOW MY LITTLE GIRL IS OKAY.

(Angela) Mama? (sighs) |

HI, SWEETHEART.

(distorted voice) You have one hour.

(line disconnects)

(dial tone drones)

(beep)

ONCE THEY GET PAID, THERE'S NO INCENTIVE

TO KEEP HER ALIVE, SO I'LL MAKE THE DROP.

FIGURE, WE'LL PLACE OUR PEOPLE AT A 1-BLOCK RADIUS

FROM THE MAILBOX.

NO. THEY SAID NO COPS.

IT'S OKAY. I'VE DONE THIS BEFORE.

AND THEY WON'T KNOW I'M AN FBI AGENT. AND IF THEY DO?

MR. CANDELA, WE NEED THIS TO GO AS SMOOTHLY AS POSSIBLE.

SHE'S MY DAUGHTER,

AND WE'RE GONNA FOLLOW THEIR INSTRUCTIONS TO THE LETTER.

THEY SAID NO COPS.

LOOK, I'M HER FATHER,

AND I CAN DO THIS.

DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?

NO WAY WE CAN SEND THE FATHER.

TOO MANY THINGS COULD GO WRONG. HE'S TOO EMOTIONAL.

WHAT CHOICE DO WE HAVE? (Castle) ME.

WHAT?

I'M NOT A COP. I'M CERTAINLY NOT EMOTIONAL.

NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

THE NYPD ALREADY HAS A SIGNED WAIVER FROM ME,

AND I DON'T LIKE SAYING THIS, BUT YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME.

CASTLE'S RIGHT. YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS.

HE'S BEEN WITH ME ON CASES BEFORE.

HE'S GOOD UNDER PRESSURE.

AND HE'S OUR BEST SHOT.

(laughing)

(man speaking Spanish)

(Alfred) ARE YOU GETTING THIS?

(Theresa) I GOT IT.

LOOK AT HER GO.

(laughs)

(sniffles)

(Beckett) OKAY, SO THIS IS USUALLY THE PART

WHERE I ASK IF YOU'VE THOUGHT THIS THROUGH,

AND THEN I REMEMBERED, YOU DON'T THINK THINGS THROUGH. (gasps) COLD HANDS, COLD HANDS.

THESE PEOPLE ARE DANGEROUS, CASTLE.

YOU NEED TO STAY ALERT AND FOCUSED.

ALERT AND FOCUSED, GOT IT. (gasps) MAYBE IF--

MAYBE IF YOU JUST RUBBED 'EM TOGETHER FOR A SECOND.

WAIT, WAIT. ALERT AND WHAT?

I'M JUST KIDDING.

YOU'RE GOOD TO GO. THANKS.

HEY, IT'S GONNA BE OKAY.

LOOK, ABOUT... LAST NIGHT,

WHAT HAPPENED IN THE KITCHEN, [-I-I JUST--

OH, LISTEN, YOU DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN THAT. THAT'S-- I DON'T?

UNLESS YOU WANT TO.

UH, NO, YOU KNOW, I JU--1 JUST FIGURED,

FOR THE CHARACTER, FOR NIKKI HEAT--

YEAH, YOU--1 THINK-- I THINK UNDERSTAND NIKKI HEAT

BETTER THAN YOU THINK I DO.

BE CAREFUL, OKAY?

DO I DETECT ACTUAL CONCERN FOR MY WELL-BEING?

SCREW THIS UP, AND I'LL KILL YOU.

THAT'S MORE LIKE IT.

OKAY, I HAVE EYES ON THE TARGET. OVER.

ARE YOU READING ME? (Beckett) We don't have to read you.

WE CAN SEE YOU. NOW SHUT UP AND FOCUS.

ROGER THAT. FIVE BY FIVE.

HE'S QUITE A GUY. IF HE ONLY KNEW

HOW BIG A FAN YOU REALLY ARE. YEAH, WELL, HE'S NOT GOING TO KNOW.

YOU NEVER TOLD HIM HOW YOU STOOD IN LINE FOR AN HOUR

JUST TO GET YOUR BOOK SIGNED...

HOW HIS NOVELS GOT YOU THROUGH YOUR MOTHER'S DEATH?

IS THERE ANYTHING YOU DON'T REMEMBER?

NOT WHEN IT COMES TO YOU.

(grunts) I FEEL LIKE MICHAEL FINDING THE GUN

TAPED BEHIND THE TOILET.

UH... (cell phone chimes)

YOU MIGHT WANT TO TELL RYAN AND ESPOSITO TO HANG BACK.

THEY JUST SENT A TEXT. IT SAYS, "WE'RE WATCHING YOU."

IT COULD BE JUST A RUSE.

(chime) NOPE. THEY JUST SENT ANOTHER ONE.

IT SAYS, "YOU'RE WEARING A BLACK RAINCOAT."

OKAY, SO THEY CAN SEE YOU. THAT DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING.

(cell phone beeping)

TELL HIM TO STOP FOOLING AROUND. LIKE THAT'LL HELP.

(chime) OKAY...

IT SAYS, "CROSS THE STREET,

AND HEAD WEST ON EAST 47th."

(horn blares) THAT'S LEFT, RIGHT?

(both) RIGHT. (Castle) Right, right?

OR RIGHT, LEFT? (both) LEFT.

(horn honking) (man shouting in Spanish)

"1201 1st.”

THAT'S JUST AHEAD.

GOT IT. WE SEE HIM.

(cell phone chimes)

THEY WANT ME TO LEAVE THE BAG AT THE SHOESHINE STAND

AND EXIT OUT THE SIDE.

ALL RIGHT.

I'M AT THE STAND.

THEN HAVE HIM MAKE THE DROP. CASTLE, LEAVE THE BAG.

Make the drop and walk away.

COMING IN. DON'T HAVE HIM YET.

I JUST LEFT IT. I'M HEADED OUT.

ESPOSITO, RYAN...

you got eyes? I SEE THE SHOESHINE STAND.

WAIT. I GOT THE BACKPACK. ASIAN MALE...

long hair. I got him, I got him!

(grunts)

WHERE'S THE GIRL? WHERE'S ANGELA?

WHAT GIRL? I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!

RYAN! RYAN!

(Beckett) THE KIDNAPPERS POSTED AN AD ON craigslist

AND SAID THAT THIS WAS A PERFORMANCE ART PIECE

FOR YouTube.

THEY SENT OUT NEARLY TWO DOZEN OF THE BACKPACKS.

THE POSTER USED AN I.P. ANONYMIZER,

MAKING IT IMPOSSIBLE TO TRACE. SO WE JUST DO NOTHING?

WELL, I MANAGED TO SLIP THE PHONE THAT THE KIDNAPPERS

GAVE ME INSIDE THE BACKPACK.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND. WELL, BEFORE I DID THAT,

I SENT A TEXT MESSAGE TO DETECTIVE BECKETT. THE PHONE'S UNDER A BULK ACCOUNT,

SO WE CAN'T TRACE ITS OWNER, BUT WE CAN TRACE ITS I.D. SO FAR, WE'VE PINGED THE PHONE

TO A 20-BLOCK RADIUS ON THE LOWER EAST SIDE.

WE'LL NEED ANOTHER FEW HOURS TO NARROW IT DOWN.

IN THE MEANTIME, I'VE MOVED A TEAM INTO THE AREA.

THEY'LL WORK THE STREETS, BE READY TO MOVE

WHEN WE HAVE MORE INFORMATION.

THANKS. MM-HMM.

YOU OKAY?

I KEEP THINKING, IF ONLY I SAW WHO TOOK THAT BAG...

WELL, THAT WASN'T YOUR JOB.

YOU KNOW, I CAN'T IMAGINE ANYTHING LIKE THIS

EVER HAPPENING TO ALEXIS.

WE'LL GET HER BACK SOON.

(Sorenson) NOT AS SOON AS WE HOPED.

THEY MUST'VE FOUND IT, TAKEN THE BATTERIES OUT.

WE JUST LOST THE SIGNAL FROM THE PHONE.

(thunder rumbling, rainfall)

(clicks keyboard key)

(click)

(click)

(click)

(click)

(click)

(click) HEY.

HEY... WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP?

STRESSED ABOUT FINALS?

AMERICAN LIT'S TODAY.

I WAS HAVING NIGHTMARES ABOUT HESTER PRYNNE.

AH. THE IRONY FOR YOU IS NOT GETTING AN "A"

WOULD CAUSE YOU SHAME.

SO WHY ARE YOU UP? LOOKING FOR A WHITE RABBIT.

LEWIS CARROLL OR "THE MATRIX"?

I'M NOT SURE YET.

WHAT DID BECKETT TELL YOU ABOUT TAKING PHONE PHOTOS

AT THE CRIME SCENE?

I DON'T KNOW. I WASN'T LISTENING.

(click) SEE ALL THOSE STUFFED ANIMALS ON THE BED?

AW... IT LOOKS JUST LIKE MINE USED TO. (click)

REMEMBER WHEN I HAD ALL THOSE ANIMALS? IF BY "REMEMBER WHEN," YOU MEAN MONKEY-BONKEY, WHO HAS BEEN

WASHED SO MANY TIMES HE LOOKS LIKE ROADKILL NOW, THEN, YES. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

OH, THEN YOU WON'T MIND NEXT TIME I SEE HIM

IF I THROW HIM OUT. DON'T YOU DARE!

AH! IT WON'T, I WON'T, I WON'T! DON'T.

I WON'T. OKAY.

OKAY.

SO YOU THINK THE BUNNY HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE CASE? (click)

I'LL LET YOU KNOW WHEN I GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. (click)

(clunk)

CASTLE?

GO BACK TO SLEEP.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

WHEN ALEXIS WAS LITTLE,

SHE HAD A STUFFED MONKEY THAT SHE COULD NOT LIVE WITHOUT.

ONE TIME WE WENT ON VACATION, SHE FORGOT TO PACK HIM.

I BOUGHT HER ANOTHER ONE,

BUT SHE KNEW IT WAS NOT MONKEY-BONKEY. SO?

SO THERE'S TWO MORE PICTURES OF HER

CLUTCHING THIS BUNNY OUT THERE.

SO WHERE'S THE BUNNY?

YOU THINK WHOEVER TOOK ANGELA KNEW HER WELL ENOUGH

TO TAKE THE BUNNY, TOO?

BUT WE ALREADY CHECKED THE CANDELAS' LIST.

A COUPLE OF TEENAGE BABYSITTERS, A CLEANING LADY...

THEY'VE ALL BEEN CLEARED. ONLY NOT ALL BABYSITTERS ARE TEENAGERS.

SOMETIMES THEY'RE PEOPLE CLOSE TO US.

SOMETIMES THEY'RE FAMILY.

WHEN DID WE LOSE THE SIGNAL ON THE PHONE?

RIGHT AFTER WE TOLD THE CANDELAS WE WERE TRACKING IT.

THERESA'S SISTER NINA-- YOU GOT AN ADDRESS?

NINA MENDOZA, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST

FOR THE KIDNAPPING OF ANGELA CANDELA. (Esposito) TAKING YOUR OWN NIECE?

PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK.

(Ryan) YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT...

HELLO, ANGELA, I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU.

YOU WANNA GO AND SEE MOMMY? COME ON, BABY.

LOOK AT YOU. HELLO.

HI, BEAUTIFUL.

YOU WANNA GRAB YOUR PINK RABBIT?

OH, LOOK AT THE RABBIT.

(speaking indistinctly)

(police radio chatter)

(Alfred) OH, MY GOD.

ANGIE!

MI CORAZON. MWAH!

OH! OH! OH! GOD. YOU LOOK PERFECT.

JUST... PERFECT! IS SHE OKAY? SHE'S FINE. YEAH.

HONEY... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

SHE'S HERE! SHE'S HOME! (chuckles)

WHAT IS IT? WHAT'S WRONG?

WHAT'S GOING ON?

CRAWFORD... CAN YOU TAKE ANGELA?

COME HERE, SWEETIE.

HERE YOU GO, CRAWFORD. THANK YOU. HERE WE GO.

(Angela babbles)

WHAT DID YOU DO?

I WORKED 14-HOUR DAYS, YEAR AFTER YEAR,

KILLING MYSELF SO THAT WE CAN HAVE A LIFE.

AND WHAT DID YOU DO?

OH. YOU PAINTED.

ALL YOU DID WAS PAINT.

THAT'S NOT TRUE. REALLY? WHAT ABOUT THAT JOB YOU SAID THAT YOU WERE GONNA GET

SO THAT I COULD CUT MY HOURS? I WAS TAKING CARE OF ANGELA!

TAKING CARE? YOU LEFT HER THERE...

IN FRONT OF THE TV EVERY DAY!

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I WOKE UP TO HER SCREAMS,

BECAUSE HE WAS IN THAT ROOM BLASTING THE MUSIC IN HIS EARS?

IT DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO KIDNAP YOUR OWN CHILD.

HOW IS IT KIDNAPPING? SHE'S MY DAUGHTER.

MRS. CANDELA, YOU HAD YOUR SISTER

CLIMB THROUGH THAT WINDOW AND TAKE HER.

I GAVE HER PERMISSION. IT DOESN'T MATTER.

YOU VIOLATED YOUR HUSBAND'S CUSTODIAL RIGHTS.

(scoffs) CUSTODIAL RIGHTS?

HE DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THAT SHE WAS GONE!

WHAT KIND OF A FATHER DOES THAT TO HIS 2-YEAR-OLD CHILD?

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?

WHY WOULD YOU PUT US THROUGH THAT?

I MEAN, FOR GOD SAKE, WHY NOT JUST DIVORCE ME?

OH, SO THAT YOU CAN SUE ME FOR ALIMONY?

SO THAT YOU CAN GET HALF OF EVERYTHING?

SO THAT YOU CAN GET CUSTODY OF ANGELA

BECAUSE I'M AT WORK ALL DAY AND YOU CAN "BE THERE FOR HER"?

NO. I'VE SEEN WHAT HAPPENS TO THE GUYS AT WORK,

WHAT HAPPENED TO DOUG ELLERS.

NO WAY WAS THAT GONNA HAPPEN TO ME!

YOU WERE PAYING THE RANSOM TO YOURSELF.

ONCE ANGELA RETURNED, I WOULD FILE FOR THE PAPERS.

THERE WOULD BE NOTHING LEFT FOR HIM TO TAKE.

AND IF ANGELA WAS KIDNAPPED

WHEN ALFRED WAS TAKING CARE OF HER, THEN--

THE LAWYER SAID THAT

IF I COULD PROVE HIM NEGLIGENT, I WOULD GET CUSTODY.

I WOULDN'T HAVE TO MOVE OUT OF THE APARTMENT THAT I PAID FOR

SO THAT HE COULD LIVE HERE WITH MY DAUGHTER.

(crying) DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO ADOPT HER,

HOW MUCH IT COST?

TEN YEARS!

HOW MANY PAINTINGS HAVE YOU SOLD, ALFRED?

HUH?

HOW MANY?

HOW COULD YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?

YOU MADE IT EASY.

SO HOW DO YOU THINK SHE'LL DO?

WELL, IT DEPENDS ON HOW MANY MOTHERS ARE ON THE JURY.

S50...

NOW THAT IT'S OVER...

NOW THAT I'M BACK, I WAS...

THINKING MAYBE WE COULD GIVE IT ANOTHER SHOT.

AND WHEN YOU LEAVE AGAIN?

YOU COME WITH ME.

THINK ABOUT IT.

(Castle) NICE GUY.

I CAN SEE HOW IT WOULDN'T WORK, THOUGH.

REALLY?

SURE.

HUR.

HANDSOME, SQUARE-JAWED, BY-THE-BOOK...

AND THAT'S A BAD THING? YEAH, HE'S LIKE THE MALE YOU.

YIN NEEDS YANG, NOT ANOTHER YIN.

"YIN-YANG" IS HARMONY.

"YIN-YIN" IS... A NAME FOR A PANDA.

ANY MORE WISDOM, OBI-WAN?

NOPE, THAT'S IT FOR TODAY.

WHAT SAY WE CELEBRATE BY GOING OUT FOR A DRINK? I CAN'T. I GOT A DATE.

A DATE? YOU DATE? WHO?

THAT'S WHY IT'S CALLED A "PRIVATE LIFE,"

BECAUSE IT'S PRIVATE.

UNLIKE YOU, I DON'T LIVE MY LIFE ON "PAGE SIX."

WELL, YOU'RE A MYSTERIOUS WOMAN, DETECTIVE BECKETT.

MAYBE THERE'S A LITTLE MORE NIKKI HEAT IN ME

THAN YOU THINK.

(Bitter:Sweet) J HOLD THE DOOR WHILE I LET MYSELF IN J

J I'M TIRED, BOY J

J NEED A DRINK, NEED A MAN J3