All language subtitles for Castle.S02E11.WEB-DL.720p-MaRS

THERE ARE TWO KINDS OF FOLKS
WHO SIT AROUND THINKING ABOUT

HOW TO KILL PEOPLE--PSYCHOPATHS
AND MYSTERY WRITERS.

I'M THE KIND THAT PAYS BETTER.
WHO AM I?
I'M RICK CASTLE.

CASTLE.
CASTLE.

I REALLY AM
RUGGEDLY HANDSOME, AREN'T I?
EVERY WRITER
NEEDS INSPIRATION,

AND I'VE FOUND MINE.
DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT.

BECKETT.
BECKETT.

NIKKI HEAT?
THE CHARACTER
HE'S BASING ON YOU.

AND THANKS TO MY FRIENDSHIP
WITH THE MAYOR,

I GET TO BE ON HER CASE.
I WOULD BE HAPPY
TO LET YOU SPANK ME.

AND TOGETHER,
WE CATCH KILLERS.
WE MAKE A PRETTY GOOD TEAM,
YOU KNOW?

LIKE STARSKY AND HUTCH,
TURNER AND HOOCH.
YOU DO REMIND ME
A LITTLE OF HOOCH.

(siren whoops)

(police radio chatter)

YOU DRIVE, I'LL RIDE.
ALL RIGHT.

(making kissing noises)

ON ONE KNEE?
YES, THAT'S A GOOD GIRL.

WHAT'S UP, CASTLE,
YOU PROPOSING?

OH, NO.
JUST WAITING FOR YOU.

THAT'S TOO BAD.
YOU TWO MAKE A CUTE COUPLE.

YEAH. HEY, YOU THINK
I SHOULD GET A DOG?

WHAT AM I, YOUR WIFE?
YEAH, YOU'RE MY WORK-WIFE.

NO, I'M NOT YOUR WORK-WIFE.
I COULD GET A BLOODHOUND.
I COULD NAME HIM SHERLOCK,

AND THEN I COULD--I COULD
BRING HIM TO CRIME SCENES.
NO, YOU COULDN'T.

OH, WHAT? IT'D BE ADORABLE.

I COULD GET HIM TO WEAR
A LITTLE SHERLOCK HAT,

TRAIN HIM HOW TO CARRY
A LITTLE MAGNIFYING GLASS.

OH, SEE? RIGHT THERE.

DISAPPROVING, JUDGMENTAL--
YOU'RE TOTALLY MY WORK-WIFE.

OH, THE BLOOD'S BOLD,
BUT IT WORKS.

NOT SURE HE'D AGREE.

(camera shutter clicking)

MM.

WELL, OBVIOUSLY, HE WAS
INTO ART.

(Esposito) VICTOR FINK,

43, GALLERY OWNER.

THERE'S NO SIGN
OF FORCED ENTRY.

TENANT UPSTAIRS CALLED IN
GUNSHOTS TO 9-1-1 AT 10:14 P.M.

ANY IDEA WHAT HE WAS
DOING HERE SO LATE?
NO, BUT ACCORDING TO
HIS ASSISTANT,

DARIUS LANGLEY, THEY CLOSE
AT 8:00. FAR AS HE CAN TELL,

THERE'S NOTHING MISSING OFF
THE WALLS OR FROM THE BACK.
ANYTHING OFF THOSE
SECURITY CAMERAS?

FAKE. NOT EVEN HOOKED UP.
LUCKY BREAK FOR THE GUY.

UNLESS HE KNEW, JUST LIKE
HE KNEW FINK WAS WORKING LATE.

OR MADE PLANS TO MEET HIM HERE.
CHECK WITH THE ASSISTANT.

RIGHT.
(Lanie) HE HAD
SOME FIGHT IN HIM.

ABRASIONS ON THE FOREARMS,
ON THE HANDS.

AND THEN HE MADE A RUN
FOR THE STAIRS.
ONLY TO BE SHOT IN THE BACK.

TWICE, 9 MILLIMETER.

SHOOTER FIRED FROM OVER HERE.
(Esposito) IS IT POSSIBLE

HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN
MEETING SOMEBODY?
IF HE WAS MEETING SOMEONE,
HE DIDN'T TELL ME.

EXCUSE ME
FOR A MINUTE.

HE'D ALREADY LEFT BY THE TIME
I LOCKED UP AT 8:00.
MR. LANGLEY,

I'M DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN
MR. FINK'S ASSISTANT?
TWO MONTHS.

I'M AN ART STUDENT.
I TAKE NIGHT CLASSES AT TISCH.

IS THAT
WHERE YOU WERE TONIGHT?

YEAH, MR. FINK TOTALLY
SUPPORTED ME BEING IN SCHOOL.

HE'D LET ME LEAVE EARLY
TO MAKE CLASSES.

THAT'S WHERE I WAS
WHEN YOU GUYS CALLED.

DO YOU KNOW IF MR. FINK
HAD ANY ENEMIES,

ANY UNHAPPY CLIENTS
OR ARTISTS?

NOTHING
OUT OF THE ORDINARY.

I CAN GET YOU A CONTACT LIST
IF YOU LIKE.
YES, PLEASE.

(Darius) OKAY.
YOU KNOW WHAT?

HEY, WE GOT
A LITTLE PROBLEM.
MM-HMM.

WE DUG THESE TWO SLUGS
OUT OF THE WALL.

THEY'RE NOT VERY FRAGMENTED.
SEE IF BALLISTICS

CAN RUN A MATCH ON ANY OF
THE OTHER SHOOTINGS IN THE CITY.

SURE, BUT THAT'S NOT
THE PROBLEM.

WE DUG THESE TWO
OUT OF THE WALL,

AND DR. PARISH HAS ANOTHER TWO
IN OUR VIC HERE.
SO OUR PERP'S
NOT A SHARPSHOOTER.

BUT WE'VE ONLY FOUND
FOUR BULLETS,

AND THERE ARE 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
SHELL CASINGS ON THE GROUND.

THERE'S NO BLOOD TRAIL
LEADING OUT OF HERE.
EXACTLY,
AND NOT A DROP OF BLOOD

OUTSIDE OF THE SPATTER
FROM OUR VIC HERE.

SO THERE'S NO SECOND VICTIM?
SO WHERE'S THE FIFTH BULLET?

THE BULLET WAS MADE OF ICE.

OKAY, GREAT.
YEAH, SEND HER UP.

FINK'S WIFE
IS ON HER WAY UP.

FIRES THE BULLET. IT MELTS
BEFORE WE CAN FIND IT.

AN ICE BULLET.

HELLO. AN ICE BULLET, ARE YOU
EVEN PAYING ATTENTION TO ME?

NO. YOU AREN'T SAYING ANYTHING
WORTH PAYING ATTENTION TO.

YO. UNIFORMS
ARE STILL CANVASSING,

BUT SO FAR, THEY STILL
HAVEN'T FOUND ANY BLOOD TRAILS

OUTSIDE THE GALLERY.
AND C.S.U.'s
RESWEPT THE SCENE TWICE.

NO SIGN
OF OUR FIFTH BULLET.
I'M TELLING YOU,

ICE BULLET.
NAH, BRO. AN ICE BULLET WOULD
STILL MAKE A BULLET HOLE.

YOU MEAN ICE HOLE.
WHAT'D YOU JUST CALL ME?

GUYS, WHAT ELSE?
WE CHECKED
FINK'S CELL PHONE RECORDS.

HE GOT A CALL AT 9:19 P.M.,
AN HOUR BEFORE HE WAS KILLED,

FROM A BLOCKED
CELL PHONE NUMBER.
PHONE RECORDS INDICATE

THAT THE CALL ORIGINATED
HERE IN NEW YORK,

BUT IT WAS AN INTERNATIONAL
CELL--SATTELITE PHONE--

REGISTERED TO
BAHRAIN CELLULAR.
WELL, GOOD LUCK
GETTING A WARRANT

FROM THE GOVERNMENT
OF BAHRAIN.

RUN DOWN FINK'S CLIENT
AND ARTIST LIST,

SEE IF ANY OF THEM HAD
INTERNATIONAL NUMBERS,

AND WATCH YOUR MOUTH.
(elevator bell dings)

I'M GONNA GO 10-1.

HEY, RYAN. GOT A SEC?

WITNESS?

NOT EXACTLY.
HANG HERE, BUDDY, OKAY?

OF COURSE.

I FOUND HIM ON THE CANVASS
BY THE ART GALLERY.

I MEAN, THE GUY'S GOT
NO WALLET, NO I.D.

OKAY, DID YOU ASK HIM
HIS NAME?

YEAH, I ASKED HIM HIS NAME.
I ASKED HIM WHERE HE LIVED.

YOU KNOW, BUT--BUT HERE'S
THE FUNNY PART--

GUY SAYS HE DON'T REMEMBER.

DID MY HUSBAND HAVE ENEMIES?
YEAH, HE HAD ENEMIES.

EVERY ARTIST WHO COULDN'T
GET IN HIS GALLERY

AND EVERY ARTIST
WHO WAS IN HIS GALLERY.

HE'D SELL, LIKE, FIVE PIECES,

AND THEY'D WANT TO KNOW
WHY HE DIDN'T SELL SIX.

MRS. FINK,
I KNOW YOU'RE UPSET--

NO, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED
TO DO WITH THESE, HUH?

I DIDN'T WANT 'EM.

I DID IT FOR HIM,
AND NOW HE'S DEAD.

MRS. FINK,
CAN YOU THINK OF ANYONE

WHO WOULD HATE
YOUR HUSBAND ENOUGH

TO SHOOT HIM IN COLD BLOOD
IN THE BACK?
ROCCO.

ROCCO? WAS THAT
ONE OF THE ARTISTS?
HIS ASSISTANT.

I THOUGHT DARIUS
WAS HIS ASSISTANT.

HIS OLD ASSISTANT. VICTOR FIRED
ROCCO A FEW MONTHS BACK.

WHY?

HE FIRED THAT LITTLE INSECT
OVER MONEY.

BOY, DID ROCCO GO CRAZY,
MAKING ALL KINDS OF THREATS.

"I'M GONNA GET YOU, FINK."
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?

NO. ROCCO? HE WASN'T EVEN A MAN.
HE WAS MORE LIKE A FLEA.

VICTOR DIDN'T EVEN
THINK TWICE ABOUT IT.

YOU SUPPOSE THE FLEA
HAD A GUN,

A TINY GUN
WITH VANISHING BULLETS?

ICE BULLETS
AND FLEAS WITH GUNS--

DO YOU HAVE
WRITER'S BLOCK AGAIN?
STEPHEN KING WROTE STORIES

OF BLOODTHIRSTY CARS
AND SOLD MILLIONS OF COPIES.

I FIGURE, WHY BE LIMITED
BY LOGIC?
ROCCO JONES--
FINK'S OLD ASSISTANT.

THE WIFE SAID
THAT ROCCO CALLED

AND LEFT THREATENING MESSAGES
FOR FINK.

SEE WHAT YOU CAN FIND.
I'M ON IT.

ESPOSITO,
WHAT'S UP WITH RYAN?
MUGGING CASE.

THE GUY GOT HIT IN THE HEAD
AND CAN'T REMEMBER WHO HE IS.

OH, MISSING BULLETS ARE COOL.
AMNESIA IS EVEN COOLER.

I'M SURE YOU HAVE
BETTER THINGS TO DO.

I'M SURE I DO, TOO.

HUH.

AN INHALER.
YOU'RE ASTHMATIC.

AWESOME.

Y-YOU SHOULD PROBABLY
HANG ON TO THAT.

INHALER, GROCERY BAG,
KEYS--

ARE YOU TELLING ME
YOU DON'T REMEMBER AT ALL

WHAT ANY OF THAT IS FOR?
YEAH.

HOW RIDICULOUS IS THAT?
(chuckles)

HEY.
HEY.

(lowered voice) SO HAS HE, UH,
REALLY GOT AMNESIA?

YEAH, BUT APPARENTLY,
MY HEARING'S FINE.

WELL, THAT'S GOOD.
RICHARD CASTLE.

HEY. I... I'D INTRODUCE
MYSELF, TOO, BUT--

YEAH, WE'RE JUST
TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING

THAT COULD TELL US WHO HE IS.

OH, AND APPARENTLY I'VE BEEN
READING AS WELL.

AH, "CRIME AND PUNISHMENT,"
DOSTOYEVSKY. CLASSIC.

YOU HAVE EXCELLENT TASTE.
CASTLE.

9 MILLIMETER.

I THINK WE JUST FOUND
OUR FIFTH BULLET.

♪♪

YOU KNOW WHAT?
IF WE GOT A DOG,

I COULD BUY HIM
LITTLE SADDLEBAGS,

AND THEN HE COULD CARRY
YOUR BOOKS TO SCHOOL,

AND YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO WORRY
ABOUT GETTING SCOLIOSIS.
CONCEPTUALLY, I'D LIKE A DOG
AS MUCH AS YOU WOULD.

IN REALITY, I'M NOT SEEING
THE GUY WHOSE DISHES

NEVER MAKE IT TO THE SINK
BENDING OVER

TO SCOOP POOP IN HUDSON PARK.
OH. I BET I COULD TRAIN HIM
TO USE A TOILET.

UH-HUH. GRAM. I THOUGHT
YOU WERE SLEEPING IN.

I WAS, JUST NOT IN MY ROOM.

YOU KNOW WHAT?
WE ALL SHARE WAY TOO MUCH.

OH, I'M SORRY, KIDDO.

MWAH. BUT MY HAPPINESS
CANNOT BE CONTAINED.

HEE! HEE!
I'M GOING TO SCHOOL.

YES.
I'M GLAD YOU HAD
A NICE DATE.

...THREE AND FOUR AND FIVE.

I AM ASSUMING
FROM THIS WALK OF SHAME...
AH.

THAT YOU AND YOUR
HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART CHET

HAD A LOVELY NIGHT
ALL NIGHT TALKING.

AMONG OTHER THINGS.
MM. IT'S A BEEN A FEW WEEKS.

DO I NEED TO SIT HIM DOWN
AND ASK HIM HIS INTENTIONS?

I AM HAVING WAY TOO MUCH FUN
TO WORRY ABOUT HIS INTENTIONS.

OKAY, TOOK ME FOR
LOVELY CANDLELIGHT DINNER...

HORSE AND CARRIAGE RIDE
THROUGH CENTRAL PARK,

WHERE WE WATCHED THE SUNRISE
OVER THE SAME BOULDER

WHERE WE SHARED
OUR FIRST KISS.

AHH.
WAIT. THAT'S STILL
HIS MAKE-OUT SPOT?

MOTHER, THAT'S A RED FLAG.

HONEY, NOTHING YOU COULD SAY
CAN SPOIL THIS FOR ME.

I HAVEN'T
FELT THIS WAY SINCE...

(sighs)
I CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN.

AH, AMNESIA.
IT'S GOING AROUND.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, I'M OFF.

I'D TELL YOU NOT TO WAIT UP,

BUT CLEARLY,
THERE WOULD BE NO POINT.

HIS FINGERPRINTS
AREN'T IN THE SYSTEM,

AND WE DON'T HAVE ANY HITS
ON MISSING PERSONS.
THIS IS CRAZY. WE ACTUALLY
FIND A WITNESS TO OUR MURDER,

WE DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS, AND HE
DOESN'T REMEMBER WHAT HE SAW.

WHERE ARE WE ON ROCCO?
FINK'S OLD ASSISTANT?

UNIFORMS ARE
BRINGING HIM IN NOW.
BALLISTICS CONFIRMS
THAT THE BULLETS CAME FROM

THE SAME GUN
AS THE OTHERS.

WHATEVER HAPPENED IN
THE GALLERY, HE WAS THERE.
NOT ONLY WAS HE THERE,

BUT SOMEONE TRIED
TO KILL HIM AS WELL.

GOOD THING HE READS.
GOOD THING HE READS
RUSSIAN LITERATURE.

IF THE GUY WAS
A NICHOLAS SPARKS' FAN,

HE'D BE DEAD.
HAVE C.S.U. CHECK THE COAT
FOR GUNPOWDER RESIDUE,

BLOOD, FIBERS. MAYBE IT CAN TELL
US WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT.

AND CHECK PHOTO I.D.s
ON FINK'S ARTISTS AND CLIENTS.
YOU THINK HE MIGHT BE
ON OF 'EM?

A GIRL CAN DREAM.

AH!
OOH!

OH!

I BROUGHT YOU COFFEE.

THANK YOU, CASTLE.

WE ALL HAVE THREE DIFFERENT
TYPES OF MEMORY.

GENERAL KNOWLEDGE,
LIKE LANGUAGE AND FACTS,

IS CALLED SEMANTIC MEMORY.

YOURS DOESN'T SEEM
TO BE AFFECTED.

THEN THERE'S PROCEDURAL MEMORY,
ALSO OFTEN CALLED MUSCLE MEMORY.

THAT INCLUDES ANY ACTIONS
OR SKILLS THAT YOU'VE REPEATED

OVER AND OVER
AND FORMED NEURAL PATHWAYS FOR,

LIKE, UH, RIDING A BIKE.

NOW I KNOW YOURS IS INTACT

BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN
WALKING AROUND.
SO WHAT'S THE PROBLEM, DOC?

THE PROBLEM
IS IN EPISODIC MEMORY.

THAT'S ANY EXPERIENCE
YOU'VE EVER HAD--

CONVERSATIONS,
MOVIES YOU'VE SEEN,

THE PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE,
EVEN YOUR OWN NAME.

SO, LIKE, IF I WERE
A BETTING MAN,

WHICH I HAVE NO IDEA
IF I AM,

WOULD I PUT MY MONEY
ON MY MEMORY COMING BACK

OR NOT?

THERE'S NO WAY TO TELL.

YOU MIGHT EVENTUALLY
GET IT ALL BACK

OR NONE OF IT
OR ANYTHING IN BETWEEN.

DO WE KNOW WHY
THIS WOULD'VE HAPPENED?

HE'S GOT A BUMP
ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD.

IT'S USUALLY
A BLOW TO THE HEAD

COUPLED WITH
PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA

WHICH LEADS TO AMNESIA.
TRAUMA?

YOU DID GET SHOT.
COULD THAT BE IT?

IF HE BELIEVED HE WAS
GOING TO DIE, THEN SURE.

IF WE TOOK HIM BACK
TO THE SCENE OF THE CRIME,

COULD THAT JOG HIS MEMORY?
POSSIBLY.

BUT AMNESIA'S
A TRICKY CONDITION.

I'D LIKE TO TAKE HIM
BACK TO ST. VINCENT'S,

RUN SOME TESTS AND SCANS,
JUST TO BE SAFE.

OF COURSE. I'LL NEED TO ASK
A FEW QUESTIONS FIRST.

(clears throat)
MISTER...

I'M SORRY. I DON'T EVEN
KNOW WHAT TO CALL YOU.

I DON'T KNOW
WHAT TO CALL ME EITHER.

YOU SAID HIS PROCEDURAL MEMORY
IS INTACT.
YES.

MAY I?

SURE.

JUST SIGN AT THE BOTTOM.

THAT'S FREAKY. HOW'D I--
HOW'D I DO THAT?

THAT LOOKS LIKE
A REAL SIGNATURE.
WELL, IT PROBABLY IS.

YOU'VE SIGNED YOUR NAME
SO MANY TIMES--
YOU'VE FORMED NEURAL PATHWAYS,
PROCEDURAL MEMORY.

SO HE CAN'T REMEMBER HIS NAME,
BUT HE CAN SIGN IT?

MYSTERIES OF THE BRAIN.
IT'S ILLEGIBLE.

MAYBE YOU'RE A DOCTOR.
THIS FIRST INITIAL
LOOKS LIKE A "J."

DOES THAT RING A BELL?
NO. UNH-UNH.

MAYBE WE SHOULD
JUST CALL YOU JAY.

JAY. THAT'S AS GOOD
AS ANYTHING, I GUESS.

DO YOU RECOGNIZE
THIS MAN?

NO. SHOULD I?

HIS NAME IS VICTOR FINK.

HE OWNED THE ART GALLERY
WHERE YOU WERE SHOT.
HE WAS THERE WITH ME?

HE WAS SHOT AND KILLED.

GOD.

WHAT ABOUT THIS MAN?
ROCCO JONES.

HE USED TO WORK
AT THE GALLERY.

GUYS, I FEEL SO USELESS.

LOOK, I'M REALLY...
I'M REALLY SORRY.

I-I JUST DON'T KNOW HIM.

(man) After all I did
for you, Fink?

I wasn't
just your assistant, man.

I broke the law for you.

And you think
you can just fire me?

I should kill you, man.
Just pop you right in the back.

Bang! And you're dead.

(line disconnects,
dial tone drones)
WHEW. WOW.

(beep)
SO YOU FINALLY GET THE COURAGE
TO DO IT, THERE, ROCCO?

DUDE, COME ON.

I WAS MAD.
I WAS JUST BLOWING OFF STEAM.

YOU SAID YOU BROKE THE LAW
FOR HIM.

HOW?

FINE BY ME, PAL.

YOU HAVE A NICE TRIAL.

COME ON. WHAT--WHAT THE HELL
ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
YOU THREATENED A GUY,

THEN HE TURNS UP DEAD.

DO THE MATH.

FORGERIES.

FINK PAID ME

TO PAINT FORGERIES
OF HIGH-END PAINTINGS.

LOOK, I WAS STRUGGLING, MAN.
I NEEDED THE DOUGH.

WHAT'D HE DO
WITH THE COPIES?

SOLD THEM.

PASSED THEM ALONG TO THE BUYER
LIKE THEY WERE THE REAL THING.

WHO DID HE SELL TO?

(Esposito) BAHIR HARUN.

HE'S AN ATTACHé
AT THE BAHRAIN CONSULATE.

BAHRAIN? SO HE'S THE ONE
WHO TALKED TO FINK

AN HOUR BEFORE
HE WAS MURDERED.

MAYBE HE FIGURED OUT
FINK WAS SELLING FAKES

AND DECIDED TO GET EVEN.
DOESN'T MATTER. THE GUY HAS
FULL DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY.

GREAT.

SO I CHECKED
ALL THE PHOTO I.D.s

OF ALL OF FINK'S CLIENTS
AND ARTISTS.

OUR FRIEND JAY
ISN'T ONE OF THEM.

THEN WHAT WAS HE DOING
AT THE GALLERY?
HOLLOWAY CALLED FROM
THE HOSPITAL.

ASIDE FROM A MINOR HEAD BUMP,
JAY'S GOT

A CLEAN BILL OF HEALTH. WELL,
OTHER THAN THE MEMORY LOSS.

YOU KNOW WHAT? WHY DON'T
YOU GUYS GRAB JAY, TAKE HIM

DOWN TO THE CRIME SCENE,
SEE IF THAT SPARKS HIS MEMORY?

AND GET AHOLD OF
FINK'S ASSISTANT DARIUS.

TELL HIM
TO MEET YOU DOWN THERE

WITH EVERY FILE HE HAS
ON BAHIR HARUN.

AND YOU'RE SURE
I WAS HERE?

TAKE YOUR TIME.
NO PRESSURE.

ISN'T THIS SUPPOSED TO BE
WHERE I GET A HEADACHE

AND FLASHES OF MEMORY
START OVERWHELMING ME

UNTIL ALL THE PIECES
COME TOGETHER?

OKAY, YOU'VE SEEN
TOO MANY MOVIES.

YEAH, THAT I CAN'T REMEMBER.

WOW. THAT'S VERY...
CHICKEN/EGG.

WELCOME TO MY WORLD.

WEIRD...

THAT SOMEONE CAN JUST
LOSE HIS MIND LIKE THAT.

(Esposito) ARE YOU SURE
YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE HIM?
I DON'T THINK SO.

BUT I'VE ONLY BEEN HERE
A FEW MONTHS.

ANYWAY, HERE'S EVERYTHING
I COULD FIND ON MR. HARUN.

ALL PURCHASES,
GOING BACK THREE YEARS.

I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE FINK
WAS TRAFFICKING IN FORGERIES.

HARUN'S PURCHASES
FROM FINK.

THAT'S DOZENS OF PAINTINGS.
YEAH, AND ACCORDING TO
FINK'S OLD ASSISTANT ROCCO,

ANY AND ALL OF THESE
COULD'VE BEEN FORGERIES.

THIS IS A JULES MATTERSON.
THIS IS WORTH $100,000 EASY.

YEAH, BUT YOU ONLY PAY ROCCO
A GRAND TO KNOCK IT OFF.

FINK COULD'VE RIPPED HARUN OFF
FOR MILLIONS.
WHO SAYS CRIME DOESN'T PAY?

SOMEONE TOOK ME FOR THAT MUCH,
I COULD SEE

PUTTING A BULLET IN HIS BACK.
WELL, THAT EXPLAINS
WHY HARUN WENT AFTER FINK,

BUT WHAT ABOUT JAY?
WE NEED TO TALK TO HARUN.

BECKETT, I HATE
DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY

AS MUCH AS THE NEXT COP,

BUT AS FAR AS YOU'RE CONCERNED,
FORGET THE GUY.

I PUT IN
THE INTERVIEW REQUEST.

NOW IT'S IN THE STATE
DEPARTMENT'S HANDS, PERIOD.
FINE, BUT, SIR, WHAT ABOUT
THE OTHER VICTIM?

THE GUY WITH AMNESIA. SO?
HE HAS NOWHERE
TO GO TONIGHT.

WELL, TURN HIM OVER
TO SOCIAL SERVICES.

IT'S THE STATE'S PROBLEM,
NOT OURS.
I KNOW, SIR, BUT HE'LL PROBABLY
END UP IN A HOMELESS SHELTER.

HE'S A PERSON OF INTEREST
AND A POTENTIAL WITNESS.

(elevator bell dings)
I WOULD HATE TO LOSE HIM
TO THE SYSTEM.

(sighs) OKAY.
BUT MY COUCH IS OFF-LIMITS.

(ding)
THANK YOU, SIR.

IT'S NOT THE PLAZA.

BUT I HAVE SNUCK MANY
A POWER NAP ON THIS COUCH

OVER THE YEARS.

YOU SHOULD SLEEP JUST FINE.

I'M GRATEFUL NOT TO HAVE TO
GO ANYWHERE WITH STRANGERS.

IT'S NOT A PROBLEM.

YOU KNOW,
IT'S TERRIFYING TO THINK

THAT SOMEONE ACTUALLY TRIED
TO KILL ME

AND I DON'T KNOW WHO IT WAS
OR WHY.

AND THEY'RE STILL OUT THERE.

THAT'S WHY WE'RE GONNA
CATCH THE BASTARD.

BUT TO DO THAT, WE NEED
TO FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE.

SO WE'RE GONNA RELEASE
YOUR PHOTOGRAPH TO THE MEDIA

TOMORROW MORNING.

AND WHAT IF
NOBODY RECOGNIZES IT?

I'M SURE SOMEONE WILL.

BUT WHAT IF NO ONE DOES
AND I DON'T REMEMBER?

THEN WHO AM I?

I PROMISE YOU,
WE WON'T GIVE UP ON YOU.

MY SCIENCE TEACHER SAYS

THAT CHOCOLATE
CONTAINS CHEMICALS

THAT ARE PROVEN
TO RELIEVE DEPRESSION.
AH, IT'S GOOD,

BUT I PREFER GRAPE--AGED,
BOTTLED AND CORKED. (laughs)

YOU'RE HAVING
AN ICE CREAM TASTING,

AND NO ONE CALLED,
TEXTED OR TWEETED.
GRAM BROKE IT OFF WITH CHET.

SO I SUGGESTED SUGAR THERAPY.

WHAT HAPPENED TO SUNRISE
IN CENTRAL PARK?

OH, WHO AM I KIDDING?
IT'S A FAIRY TALE.

AND WHAT WOMAN DOESN'T WANT
A FAIRY TALE?

HE'S NOT
WHO I THOUGHT HE WAS.
HOW SO?

MILLION DIFFERENT
LITTLE THINGS--YOU KNOW,

HE DOESN'T DRIVE, HE'S SKINNY,

OH, AND HE HAS THIS LAUGH
LIKE... WAH-UM.

I CAN'T EVEN DO IT. IT'S LIKE
A HONKING GOOSE KIND OF...
(laughs)

THESE ARE SITCOM REASONS
FOR BREAKING UP.

THIS MORNING YOU WERE IN LOVE.
WHAT POSSIBLY COULD'VE HAPPENED?
DAD, BACK OFF.
THE SPARK DIED.

SHE'S OBVIOUSLY
RECONSIDERED.

THAT'S RIGHT,

AND NOW WE'RE GOING THROUGH
THE FIVE FLAVORS OF GRIEVING.

OH. IS THE FIRST STAGE
ACCEPTING THE ICE CREAM?

EXACTLY.
THEN I'M IN.

(siren wails)

(elevator bell dings)

HEY, MORNING.
HEY. HOW WAS HE LAST NIGHT?

HE SLEPT LIKE A ROCK.

DOC HOLLOWAY
STOPPED BY THIS MORNING

TO GIVE HIM A COGNITIVE
ABILITIES TEST.

SCORED THROUGH THE ROOF
ON THE QUANTITATIVE PART.
HE'S GOOD AT MATH.

MAYBE HE WAS AN ENGINEER
OR IN ACCOUNTING OR FINANCING.
OR JUST GOOD AT MATH.

CASTLE IS TESTING
HIS DRAWING ABILITIES,

SEE IF HE'S AN ARTIST.

MAYBE HE WAS TRYING TO CONVINCE
FINK TO SHOW HIS WORK.

I SUPPOSE WE SHOULD BE THANKFUL
HE DIDN'T OFFER TO POSE NUDE.
YEAH, THANKS FOR THAT.

HEY, ANY IDEA IF WE'RE GONNA GET
TO TALK TO THAT ATTACHé HARUN?

RADIO SILENCE.
WE GOTTA I.D. JAY.
RIGHT.

SPEAK OF THE DEVIL.
YEAH, THEY BEEN SHOWING IT
ALL MORNING.

ANY CALLS YET?
NO.

WELL, UNTIL WE FIGURE OUT
WHO HE IS, WE'VE GOT NOTHING.

SO WHAT'S THE VERDICT?

WOW.

YOU REALLY CAPTURED
HIS SOUL.

OKAY,
SO YOU'RE NOT AN ARTIST.

I'M SURE YOU HAVE
MANY OTHER TALENTS.

JUST NOT A TALENT
FOR REMEMBERING THEM.
(Castle chuckles)

OH, THAT'S HIM! OH, MY GOD!
THAT'S HIM! OH, THANK GOD.
CAN I HELP YOU?

I THINK WE'RE ABOUT TO
FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE?
DO YOU RECOGNIZE HER?

(woman) YES, IT'S HIM.
NO, BUT THEN AGAIN, I DON'T
RECOGNIZE MYSELF ON THE MIRROR.

GO AHEAD, MA'AM.
THANKS. OH, JOEL!

OH, MY GOD. MM.

TORY WESTCHESTER, WIFE.

OH, I WAS SO SCARED
I LOST YOU.

OH, SWEETIE.

SO IT'S TRUE, YOU REALLY
DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING?

HE'S SUFFERING
FROM AMNESIA.

I KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG.
I KNEW IT.
JAY, ARE YOU CRYING?

UH, I THINK I AM.

DO YOU FEEL A CONNECTION?

YEAH.

IT'S ACTUALLY
PRETTY OVERWHELMING.

OF COURSE IT IS, BABY.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

WE WILL GET THROUGH THIS,
WHATEVER IT TAKES.

MS. WESTCHESTER, HOW LONG HAVE
THE TWO OF YOU BEEN MARRIED?

TWO YEARS
THIS PAST OCTOBER.

AND YOU SAID HIS NAME
WAS JOEL...

WESTCHESTER.

OH, HONEY, LOOK AT YOU.

YOU DO REMEMBER ME.

MM.

(coughing)

OH, LOVE CONQUERS ALL!
OH, IT'S ALL GOING TO BE FINE!

ARE YOU OKAY?

OH, WHAT IS IT?
WHAT IS IT, MY DARLING?

I THINK HE'S HAVING
AN ASTHMA ATTACK.

YOU HAVE AN INHALER
IN YOUR POCKET. GET IT.
(wheezes)

(inhales deeply,
inhaler hisses)

MS. WESTCHESTER,
DO YOU HAVE CATS?

EIGHT, LIKE JON AND KATE.

(hisses)

I THINK JOEL HERE
IS ALLERGIC TO CATS.

(wheezing)
REALLY?

MS. WESTCHESTER, YOU'RE NOT
REALLY MARRIED TO HIM, ARE YOU?

I COULD BE.

I SO COULD BE. WHY THE HELL
SHOULDN'T I BE?!

SHE'S BEEN IN AND OUT
OF MENTAL FACILITIES

FOR MORE THAN TEN YEARS.

EVERY PERSONALITY DISORDER
IN THE BOOK.

SORRY ABOUT THAT.
JUST ANOTHER CONTESTANT ON "WHO
WANTS TO MARRY AN AMNESIAC?"

BECKETT, YOUR ATTACHé,
MR. HARUN, HE'S ON HIS WAY DOWN.

HE AGREED TO TALK.

HE JUST SHOWED UP
VOLUNTARILY?

(Castle) HE WANTS
TO STAY IN CONTROL.

THIS COULD BE OUR ONLY SHOT.
LET'S MAKE SURE THAT HARUN

GETS A GOOD LOOK
AT OUR FRIEND JAY.
INADVERTENT, OF COURSE.

IF HARUN THINKS THAT HE KILLED
JAY, THEN HIS REACTION

COULD TELL US EVERYTHING
WE NEED TO KNOW. LET'S GO.

(Beckett) MR. HARUN, YOU WERE
A CLIENT OF MR. FINK'S?

THAT'S CORRECT.

YOU BOUGHT A SIGNIFICANT NUMBER
OF WORKS FROM HIM.
YES.

WELL, WE BELIEVE THAT MANY OF
THOSE WORKS WERE FORGERIES.
THAT'S CORRECT.

SO YOU'RE SAYING THAT
YOU KNEW THEY WERE FAKES?

OF COURSE I KNEW.
AND YOU BOUGHT THEM ANYWAY?

I HAVE MANY FRIENDS BACK HOME
WHOSE WIVES ARE,

HOW SHALL WE SAY,
UH, DEMANDING.

AND WHAT DO DEMANDING WIVES
HAVE TO DO WITH ANY OF THIS?

WELL, WE ALL KNOW
THAT THE FAIRER SEX

CAN BE SHALLOW.

NOT YOU, OF COURSE,
DETECTIVE--

A SMART, LIBERATED
AMERICAN WOMAN.

BUT MY FRIENDS' WIVES,

THEY WANT A BAG
THAT SAYS, UM, "GUCCI."

THEY DON'T CARE
WHO MADE THE BAG

AS LONG AS IT HAS
THAT SIGNATURE.

AND IT'S THE SAME
WITH PAINTINGS.

THEY ARE MORE APPRECIATIVE
OF--OF THE SIGNATURE

THAN OF THE--
THE WORK ITSELF.

AND MY FRIENDS DON'T ALWAYS
WANT TO SPEND TOP DOLLAR

ON AUTHENTIC PIECES, SO VICTOR
WOULD COMMISSION A COPY.

MY FRIENDS SAVE MONEY,
I GET RICH...

HEY, MOVE TO YOUR LEFT
JUST A DROP.
AND THE WIVES GET TO THINK

THEY HAVE EXTRAVAGANT ARTWORK
ON THEIR WALL.
YEAH.

EVERYONE'S HAPPY, AND NO ONE'S
BROKEN THE LAW.
YEAH.

(Castle) SO YOU ONLY
BOUGHT FAKES FROM FINK?

NO. HE WOULD ALSO
SOURCE ORIGINALS

FOR THOSE HUSBANDS WITH TASTE.

I WAS HAPPY TO PROVIDE, EVEN
THOUGH ORIGINALS PAY LESS...
HE LOOK FAMILIAR?

WHAT, WITH EVERYONE WANTING
FAIR MARKET VALUE AND ALL.
NO, SORRY.

THE NIGHT THAT MR. FINK
WAS MURDERED,

YOU CALLED HIM NOT LONG
BEFORE HE WAS KILLED.
THAT'S CORRECT, DETECTIVE.

HE--HE TOLD ME TO COME BY,
THAT HE HAD A PAINTING FOR ME.

I SHOWED UP AROUND 9:45,
BUT HE SENT ME AWAY.

SENT YOU AWAY?
YES, HE WAS ARGUING
WITH A MAN.

ABOUT WHAT?
I HAVE NO IDEA.

I RESPECTED HIS WISHES
AND WENT FOR DINNER AT NOBU.

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD
DESCRIBE THIS MAN?

PLEASE.

MUST WE CONTINUE WITH
THIS RIDICULOUS CHARADE

WHEN WE BOTH KNOW
HE IS STANDING RIGHT THERE?

NOW IF THAT IS ALL...

MR. HARUN,
I'M NOT QUITE DONE YET.

AH, BUT I AM.

HAVE A NICE DAY.

(Esposito) THANKS.

FOR A GUY WITH
DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY,

HE WASN'T VERY DIPLOMATIC.

HARUN'S HIDING BEHIND
HIS IMMUNITY.

HE KNOWS MORE
THAN HE'S SAYING.
MAYBE.

BUT HIS ALIBI IS GOOD.

NOBU HAS HIM ON SECURITY VIDEO
ENTERING AT 9:55 P.M.,

19 MINUTES BEFORE THE 9-1-1 CALL
ABOUT SHOTS FIRED.

HE'S NOT OUR GUY.
WELL, JUST BECAUSE
HE DIDN'T PULL THE TRIGGER

DOESN'T MEAN HE WASN'T INVOLVED.
AND JUST BECAUSE JAY WAS SHOT

DOESN'T MEAN HE WASN'T
INTO SOMETHING SHADY.

IT COULD BE THE REASON
HE WAS SHOT.
HARUN SAID HE SAW JAY
ARGUING WITH FINK.

WE NEED TO FIGURE OUT
WHY JAY WAS AT THE GALLERY.
AND WE CAN'T DO THAT IF WE
DON'T KNOW WHO THE HELL HE IS.

WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THIS.
IT'S JUST A BUNCH OF JUNK.

BUT IF WE TAKE A LOOK
AT EVERYTHING

WE KNOW ABOUT HIM COLLECTIVELY,
MAYBE A PICTURE WILL EMERGE.
(keys jangle)

NOTHING DISTINCTIVE
ABOUT THESE KEYS.

YEAH, AND THAT PLASTIC BAG
REALLY NARROWS IT DOWN.
OKAY, HE'S GOT ASTHMA,

HE'S ALLERGIC TO CATS,
HE READS--

AND HE'S GOOD AT MATH
AND HE CAN'T DRAW.

PUT IT TOGETHER,
HE'S YOUR AVERAGE MATHLETE

WITH A BUNCH OF CRAP
IN HIS POCKET.
DETECTIVE.

THANK YOU.
IT'S FROM LANIE.

IT'S THE FORENSICS REPORT
ON HIS COAT.

MAYBE HIS DRIVER'S LICENSE
WAS SEWN INTO THE LINING.

GUNPOWDER RESIDUE.

SO HE WAS SHOT
AT CLOSE RANGE.

MM-HMM. COFFEE STAINS, SUGAR
GRANULES, TRACES OF MILK.

WELL, WE KNOW HOW HE TAKES
HIS COFFEE.
ANIMAL HAIRS.

NOT CAT HAIRS.

HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THIS?
MISSED WHAT?

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?
YEAH, IT'S A GROCERY BAG.

NO, IT'S NOT
JUST A GROCERY BAG.

IT'S THE BAG THAT'S GONNA
TELL US EXACTLY WHO JAY IS.

WHY ARE YOU DRAGGING ME
BACK TO THE ART GALLERY?

NOT TO THE ART GALLERY,
TO THE STREET. AH, IT'S GONE.
WHAT'S GONE?

THE DOG. THAT'S WHY
HE HAD THE BAG,

TO CLEAN UP AFTER HIS DOG.
HOW DO YOU KNOW
IT WAS HIS DOG?

WELL, WHY ELSE
WOULD HE HAVE A BAG?

WHY ELSE WOULD THERE BE
A DOG TIED UP

OUTSIDE A COMMERCIAL BUILDING
AFTER MIDNIGHT?

MAYBE SOMEONE STOLE IT.
GET ME ANIMAL CONTROL.

ALL THE CANINES WITH I.D. TAGS
WE PICKED UP IN THE LAST 24.

MOSTLY THEIR OWNERS
LOST 'EM ACCIDENTALLY

AND ARE RELIEVED WHEN WE CALL.
CASTLE.

OH. WHO'S A GOOD GIRL?

THAT ONE'S FROM
148 WEST 26th.

THAT'S FINK'S GALLERY.

LUCY.

YOUR NAME
IS JEREMY PRESWICK.

WE CHECKED IT AGAINST
YOUR D.M.V. PHOTO,

AND IT'S A POSITIVE I.D.
JEREMY PRESWICK.

YOU ARE 34 YEARS OLD,

AND YOU LIVE AT
82 WARREN STREET IN TRIBECA.

YOU DON'T REALLY HAVE
ANY FAMILY.

YOUR PARENTS PASSED AWAY
A FEW YEARS AGO,

AND YOU DON'T HAVE
ANY SIBLINGS.

BUT WE DID MANAGE TO GET AHOLD
OF YOUR EX-WIFE, EMMA CARNES.
EX-WIFE?

UH-HUH.
I'M DIVORCED?

YEAH.

SORRY.

YOUR EX SOUNDED
PRETTY CONCERNED.

AND WE FIGURED THAT WOULD BE
THE FASTEST WAY

OF PUTTING TOGETHER
THE DETAILS,

WHICH WOULD BE GREAT FOR YOU
AND FOR OUR INVESTIGATION.

IF YOU THINK IT'LL HELP.

OKAY.

I HAVE AN EX-WIFE
THAT I CAN'T REMEMBER.

HEY, SOME MEN
WOULD CONSIDER YOU LUCKY.

HERE YOU GO.

THANKS.

HELLO, JEREMY.

HEY. THANK YOU FOR COMING.
I APPRECIATE IT.

SURE.

SO WE'RE DIVORCED.

YEAH.

MUST BE WEIRD, COMING HERE
TO TRY TO HELP ME OUT, HUH?

A LITTLE.

PLEASE TAKE A SEAT.

SO WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?

THAT'S WHAT WE ARE TRYING
TO FIGURE OUT.

IS THERE ANYTHING YOU
CAN TELL US ABOUT JEREMY?

WELL, LIKE WHAT?

LIKE, UH, WHERE HE WORKS.

WELL, AS FAR AS I KNOW,
HE DOESN'T ANYMORE.

OKAY, THIS IS WEIRD WITH YOU
SITTING RIGHT THERE.
TELL ME ABOUT IT.

YOU HAVE A PhD IN ECONOMICS
FROM WHARTON.

UH, YOU HAD
A CONSULTING BUSINESS

IN CHANNEL ECONOMICS
AND STRATEGY.

(sighs) YOU'RE SMART.

LIKE, CRAZY SMART.

HAD A BUSINESS?

YEAH, YEAH,
HE SOLD IT LAST YEAR.
DO YOU KNOW WHY?

NO. I THOUGHT IT WAS WEIRD.
HE LOVED THE BUSINESS.

WHY'D WE SPLIT UP?

(chuckles)

WOW.

I'VE RANTED FOR HOURS
TO GIRLFRIENDS ABOUT THAT.

(chuckles) I'M GUESSING I DON'T
COME OFF SO WELL IN THAT RANT.

(laughs)

(chuckles)
YOU WERE A JERK.

AH.

BUT SO WAS I.

I MEAN, THE TRUTH IS,

WE PROBABLY
GOT MARRIED TOO YOUNG.

LOOK, I'M SORRY
THAT I DON'T RECOGNIZE YOU.

BUT YOU SEEM INCREDIBLY NICE
AND YOU'RE GORGEOUS,

AND I'M CERTAIN THAT IT WAS
ENTIRELY MY FAULT

THAT OUR MARRIAGE FELL APART.
SEE? THAT.

THAT'S...

THE GUY
I FELL IN LOVE WITH--

FUNNY, SWEET,
SELF-DEPRECATING.

HEY. (chuckles)

DO YOU KNOW WHAT JEREMY

HAD BEEN DOING
WITH HIMSELF RECENTLY?
AS FAR AS I KNOW,

HE WAS DATING THE YOUNGEST,
HOTTEST WOMEN HE COULD FIND

AND NOT BOTHERING TO PUT
THE TOILET SEAT DOWN.
(laughs)

AND DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA
WHAT HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN DOING

AT THE VICTOR FINK GALLERY
IN CHELSEA?

NO, I'M SORRY. BUT WE HAVEN'T
EVEN SPOKEN IN ALMOST A YEAR.

UM, WELL, WE'RE ON OUR WAY
TO JEREMY'S APARTMENT

TO SEE IF IT SPARKS ANYTHING.

WOULD YOU MIND
COMING ALONG?

YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO PUT
THINGS IN SOME CONTEXT.

LOOK FAMILIAR?

NOPE.

YOU CAN SAY IT.
I'M THE WORST WITNESS EVER.

AH, YOU'RE DOING FINE.

HMM.

A WALLET.

WELL, I DON'T THINK
YOU WERE MUGGED.

DO YOU MIND IF I POKE AROUND,
OPEN SOME DRAWERS?

MI CASA QUE NO RECUERDO
ES TU CASA.

HEY, LOOK AT THAT.
ROCKIN' THE SPANISH.

WE DID JUNIOR YEAR
IN MADRID.
THAT SOUNDS NICE.

HERE'S THE REST OF YOUR
RUSSIAN LITERATURE COLLECTION.

YOU ARE A VERY AMBITIOUS READER,
MR. PRESWICK.

YOU ALWAYS WANTED MORE TIME
TO READ.

I GUESS I'M GONNA HAVE TO
START OVER NOW.

(Castle)
AH, IT'S NOT SUCH A BAD THING.

WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE TO READ
"THE CASK OF AMONTILLADO"

FOR THE FIRST TIME...
OR ANY STEPHEN KING.

AH, SILVER LINING--
YOU GET TO READ ALL MY BOOKS

FOR THE FIRST TIME AGAIN.

ANYTHING?

IT'S PRETTY SPARSE.

LIKE A GUY WHO SPENT
A LOT OF TIME ALONE.

YEAH, I THOUGHT YOU'D HAVE
MORE OF A SLICK PAD

DONE UP WITH MORE STUFF.

(Castle) HEY. TAGLIA.

THIS IS
A PRETTY PRICEY PAINTING.

EMMA, DO YOU KNOW IF JEREMY
BOUGHT THAT PAINTING

AT A GALLERY IN THE CITY?
NO, WE...

BOUGHT THAT TOGETHER
ON OUR HONEYMOON IN SIENA.

I CAN'T BELIEVE
YOU STILL HAVE IT.
WHY?

WELL, PART OF
THE DIVORCE SETTLEMENT

WAS TO SELL IT
AND SPLIT THE CASH.

IT APPRAISED FOR OVER 200 GRAND.
YOU SENT ME MY HALF.

THAT'S FUNNY.

THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT IT
THAT'S SO FAMILIAR.

OR MAYBE I JUST LIKE IT.

CASTLE.

IT'S A 9 MILLIMETER...

WITH FIVE BULLETS MISSING.

(clicks clip into gun)

SO BALLISTICS CONFIRMED

THAT THE GUN FOUND
IN JEREMY'S APARTMENT

WAS THE SAME ONE THAT WAS USED
TO KILL FINK,

AND WE JUST TO NEED TO KNOW

IF IT'S POSSIBLE
THAT JEREMY WAS THE SHOOTER.
C.S.U. DID FIND GUN RESIDUE
ON HIS COAT.

WELL, THAT JUST MEANS THAT
HE WAS SHOT AT CLOSE RANGE.

LIKE IF JEREMY
WERE HOLDING THE GUN,

STRUGGLED WITH FINK, FINK
MANAGED TO TURN THE GUN AROUND

AND IT WENT OFF?

WELL, THESE ABRASIONS
ON FINK'S WRISTS

ARE CERTAINLY
CONSISTENT WITH THAT.
WELL, THEN WHY WOULD HE HAVE
LEFT THE GUN IN HIS APARTMENT?

DOC HOLLOWAY SAID HE WAS
PROBABLY IN A FUGUE STATE,

LIKE SLEEPWALKING.
HE COULD'VE DROPPED THE GUN OFF

AND THEN WENT BACK OUT AGAIN.
OKAY, AM I
MISSING SOMETHING?

I THOUGHT YOU WERE
SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY

AFTER YOU CAUGHT THE KILLER.

WHY'D I DO IT?

WE DON'T KNOW WHY.

YOU'LL BE APPOINTED A LAWYER.

I KNOW THAT EMMA WANTS
TO HELP HIRE SOMEONE,

AND I DON'T THINK MONEY
WILL BE AN ISSUE.

WELL, THANK YOU.

I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE
THANKING ME, MR. PRESWICK.

WE JUST ARRESTED YOU
FOR MURDER.
YEAH, WELL,
IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT.

YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN NOTHING
BUT INCREDIBLY NICE

TO A BABBLING IDIOT
WHO THOUGHT HE WAS A VICTIM.

IT'S LIKE I TRICKED YOU.

GOOD LUCK, JEREMY.

HEY...

IF YOU FIGURE IT OUT,
WOULD YOU LET ME KNOW?

OF COURSE.

I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE EASIER
KNOWING WHY.

(buzzer sounds)

(door clatters)

(sighs)

THE GUY IS GUILTY OF A MURDER
HE CAN'T REMEMBER.

THAT JUST SUCKS.

I MEAN, IF YOU'RE GONNA
KILL SOMEONE, GET CAUGHT,

SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
IN PRISON, AT LEAST YOU HAVE

THE SATISFACTION OF KNOWING
WHY YOU DID IT--

HATRED, REVENGE, HELL, MAYBE
EVEN CUT YOU OFF ON THE HIGHWAY.

BUT JEREMY WON'T EVEN HAVE THAT
EVEN IF WE DO FIND MOTIVE

BECAUSE HE WON'T REMEMBER
WHY IT MEANT ANYTHING TO HIM.

I'M WITH YOU, CASTLE.
IT SUCKS.

SO WHAT NEXT?

WE, UH, SUBMIT THE PAPERWORK
TO THE D.A.

BUT THE D.A.
WILL NEED MOTIVE, RIGHT?

NO. EVIDENCE SPEAKS.

SMOKING GUN.

BUT DON'T YOU WANT TO KNOW
WHY HE DID IT?

YEAH, BUT THE TRUTH IS,
IS THAT WE DON'T NEED IT.

THE D.A. DOESN'T NEED IT.

BUT YOU AND ME?

I KNOW I COULDN'T SLEEP
LAST NIGHT. COULD YOU?

THERE'S GOTTA BE
AN ANSWER HERE,

SOMETHING IN HIS LIFE
THAT MAKES IT ALL MAKE SENSE.

(object clatters)

HANDS! SHOW 'EM.
OOH!

(metal clanks)
OH, THAT GETS
THE HEART RATE GOING.

MS. CARNES,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

GETTING LUCY'S THINGS.

PRESCRIPTION.
MM.

I GUESS
I HAVE CUSTODY NOW.

I'M SORRY TO SURPRISE YOU.
WE DIDN'T KNOW YOU'D BE HERE.

ARE YOU OKAY?
(chuckles) YEAH.

I GUESS I JUST THOUGHT
FOR HALF A SECOND

THAT THIS WOULD BE A BIZARRE
SECOND CHANCE FOR JER AND ME.

STUPID, RIGHT?

NO, IT'S NOT STUPID.

AND TO FIND OUT
THAT HE'S A MURDERER...

WHEN I SAW HIM AGAIN, I...

ALL THOSE YEARS OF PETTY
ARGUMENTS THAT TORE US APART

DIDN'T SEEM TO MATTER.

IT WAS--IT WAS LIKE
WE FIRST MET.

YOU KNOW, I FELT THAT THING.

AND THEN WE CAME HERE AND I SAW
THAT HE DIDN'T SELL IT,

AND I THOUGHT MAYBE HE STILL
HAD FEELINGS FOR ME, TOO.

DO YOU MEAN THE PAINTING
THAT YOU TWO OF YOU BOUGHT

ON YOUR HONEYMOON?
YEAH, WE DIDN'T BUY IT BECAUSE
WE WANTED TO. WE HAD TO.

WE WERE IN THE ARTIST'S STUDIO
IN SIENA

AND JEREMY PICKED IT UP
OFF THE EASEL.

HE WAS ALWAYS GOOFING AROUND.
THE ARTIST WENT CRAZY.

IT WAS STILL DRYING.

WE LAUGHED FOR A WEEK
ABOUT OUR LITTLE LOVE SMUDGE.

AND THEN WHEN I SAW THAT
HE DIDN'T SELL IT, I THOUGHT,

MAYBE... (sighs)

BUT I WAS KIDDING MYSELF.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

NO THUMBPRINT.
IT SHOULD BE RIGHT HERE.

HE SOLD OURS.
THIS ONE'S JUST A COPY.

MS. CARNES,
ARE YOU SURE?

OF COURSE I'M SURE.

IT'S A FAKE.

AND WE KNOW
WHO DEALT IN FAKES.

THAT'S GOTTA BE
JEREMY'S CONNECTION TO FINK.

THAT'S GOTTA BE WHY JEREMY
WAS AT THE GALLERY.

AND IF JEREMY AND FINK WERE
ARGUING LIKE HARUN SAID,

MAYBE IT WAS OVER
THE ORIGINAL.
AND IF THAT'S A FAKE,
THEN WHERE IS THE ORIGINAL?

(speaking foreign language)

ABSOLUTELY, AND, UH--

CAREFUL WITH THAT ONE.

OUI. OUI, MERCI.
à BIENTôT.

(speaks indistinctly)

LEAVING US SO SOON,
MR. HARUN?

OH, WHAT NOW?
I HAVE A PLANE TO CATCH.

MAKE ANY INTERESTING ART
ACQUISITIONS ON THIS TRIP?
ACTUALLY, YES.

MIND IF WE TAKE A LOOK?
I'M SORRY.
I JUST DON'T HAVE THE TIME.

MAKE TIME.
WHAT PART
OF "DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY"

ARE YOU NOT CLEAR ON?

SEE, EVERY TIME YOU SAY
SOMETHING LIKE THAT,

IT MAKES ME THINK THAT
YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE.

IT'S TOO BAD THAT YOU WILL
NEVER FIND OUT.

LICENSE AND REGISTRATION,
PLEASE.

WHAT? WHY?

YOU ARE DOUBLE PARKED.
THIS IS NEW YORK.
EVERYONE DOUBLE PARKS.

IS HE RESISTING ARREST?
I BELIEVE SO.

STEP OVER HERE.
OH.

WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO
SEARCH YOUR CAR.

YOU HAVE NO RIGHT
TO DO THIS.

I DON'T SEE
ANY DIPLOMATIC PLATES.

AND IMMUNITY DOESN'T EXTEND
TO A CAR SERVICE.

MR. HARUN, THIS CAN GO
ONE OF TWO WAYS,

YOU CAN EITHER COOPERATE
AND TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW

OR I CAN CALL
THE STATE DEPARTMENT

AND INFORM THEM THAT YOU HAVE
A PIECE OF ARTWORK

THAT'S AT THE CENTER OF
OUR MURDER INVESTIGATION.
AND THE LAST I CHECKED,
THE NEW YORK TABLOIDS

COULD GIVE A RAT'S ASS
ABOUT YOUR DIPLOMATIC STATUS.

THEY'LL JUST PRINT
YOUR PHOTOGRAPH WITH A HEADLINE

THAT SAYS
"DIPLOMATIC DOUCHE BAG."
FINE. WHAT WOULD
YOU LIKE TO KNOW?

THERE'S A FAKE VERSION
OF THIS PAINTING

FOUND IN ONE OF OUR
SHOOTING VICTIM'S APARTMENTS.

CAN YOU TELL US
HOW IT GOT THERE?
HOW WOULD I KNOW THIS?

BECAUSE THE FAKE PAINTING

IS WHERE THE REAL PAINTING
USED TO BE

AND NOW YOU HAVE
THE REAL PAINTING.
ALL I KNOW IS THAT
I ASKED FINK TO ACQUIRE IT

FOR A CLIENT OF MINE.
WHEN HE SAID HE HAD IT,

I ASSUMED HE'D TRACKED DOWN
THE OWNER AND MADE A DEAL.

BUT WHEN I WENT TO THE GALLERY
THAT EVENING, HE SENT ME AWAY,

JUST LIKE I TOLD YOU.

(Beckett)
THAT'S A GREAT STORY, MR. HARUN,

BUT IF FINK
SENT YOU AWAY EMPTY-HANDED,

WHY DO YOU HAVE THE PAINTING?
BECAUSE I GOT A CALL
FROM A MAN THIS MORNING

THAT SAID HE HAD IT
FOR A PRICE.

WHO WAS IT?

IT WAS FINK'S NEW ASSISTANT
DARIUS.

THIS IS CRAZY.

I TOLD YOU ALREADY,

I WAS IN CLASS
WHEN MR. FINK WAS KILLED.

NOBODY REMEMBERS
SEEING YOU THERE.
I SAT IN THE BACK.

THE NAUGHTY KIDS
ALWAYS DO.

YOU WERE AT THE GALLERY
THE NIGHT THAT JEREMY

CONFRONTED FINK
ABOUT THE PAINTING.

LISTEN, THERE'S OBVIOUSLY BEEN
SOME KIND OF MISUNDERSTANDING.

WAS THIS A MISUNDERSTANDING
AS WELL?

IT'S A SIGNED STATEMENT FROM
THE SUPER AT PRESWICK'S BUILDING

ADMITTING THAT HE TOOK
A $1,000 BRIBE FROM YOU

TO ALLOW YOU
INTO JEREMY'S APARTMENT

SO THAT YOU COULD SWITCH OUT
THE PAINTINGS.

I'M SORRY. SHOULDA COME CLEAN
FROM THE START.

FINK WANTED THE PAINTING.

HE TOLD ME
TO BUY IT FROM PRESWICK,

BUT THE GUY WOULDN'T SELL.

SO FINK HAD ME PAINT A FAKE.

AND, YEAH, I-I BRIBED
THE SUPER TO...

SWITCH IT
WITH THE REAL THING.

IT WAS STUPID,

BUT... FINK THREATENED
TO FIRE ME IF I DIDN'T.

IT WAS ALL YOU, DARIUS.

YOU SWITCHED OUT THE PAINTINGS,
YOU POCKETED THE MONEY

THAT FINK GAVE YOU
TO BUY IT.

IT WAS FINK.
HE MANIPULATED ME.

NO, THAT IS JUST A LIE.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE
IS A LIE? YOUR NAME.

DARIUS LANGLEY
IS YOUR ROOMMATE.

PRETTY SMART,
USING HIS IDENTITY

TO LAND A JOB
AT THE GALLERY.

THOUGH I GUESS IT'D BE
PRETTY TOUGH TO GET HIRED

WITH TWO FELONY COUNTS
OF COUNTERFEITING, THOUGH,

ISN'T IT, GEORGE?

YOU'VE GOT QUITE
A RAP SHEET, MR. HELLER.

HMM. ONE MORE STRIKE,
YOU GO AWAY FOR A LONG TIME.

WHICH IS WHY YOU COULDN'T AFFORD
PRESWICK CALLING THE COPS

WHEN HE FOUND OUT THE TRUTH,
AND SO YOU SHOT HIM.

AND THEN WHEN HE WENT DOWN,
YOU SHOT FINK AS WELL.

YOU THINK YOU'RE GONNA
PIN THIS MURDER ON ME?

(laughs) NO WAY.

YOU DON'T GOT JACK.

READ CAREFULLY.

YOU BRIBED THE SUPER...
TWICE.

AND THE SECOND TIME
WAS FOUR HOURS AFTER

DETECTIVES RYAN AND ESPOSITO
BROUGHT PRESWICK TO THE GALLERY

AND YOU REALIZED
THAT HE HAD LOST HIS MEMORY.

YOU PLANTED THE GUN.

SWING AND A MISS.

STRIKE THREE. YOU'RE OUT.

(Ryan) AH, IT'S A BEAUT.

ISN'T IT?
I ESPECIALLY LOVE
THE FINGERPRINT.

ME, TOO.
EVEN IF I CAN'T REMEMBER,

IT STILL SOMEHOW FEELS
A PART OF ME.

(whimpers and pants)

HEY, JER.

READY TO ROCK?

THANKS FOR COMING.

YOU REMEMBER LUCY?

NO.

SHE CERTAINLY REMEMBERS YOU.

WELL, HEY, THANKS, GUYS.

YOU MADE GETTING ARRESTED
FOR MURDER REALLY NOT SO BAD.
(laughs)

THANK YOU.
MM-HMM.

SO ARE YOU TWO GONNA...
CASTLE.

IT'S OKAY.
THE ANSWER IS...

WHO KNOWS? I LIKE HIM
AND HE LIKES ME.

AND RIGHT NOW, THAT'S ENOUGH.
WELL, SEE YOU.

I GUESS IF I EVER LOSE MY MEMORY
AGAIN, I'LL KNOW WHERE TO COME.

(laughs)

RIGHT.
SEE YA.

(man)
♪ I WANT TO FLY SO HIGH ♪

(Ryan) ONE OF 'EM HAS
15 YEARS OF BAGGAGE--

MARRIAGE, DIVORCE--
THE OTHER'S ON A FIRST DATE.

HOW LONG YOU THINK
THAT'LL LAST?
HOPEFULLY FOR A LONG TIME.

WHY, DETECTIVE BECKETT.

I HAD NO IDEA
YOU WERE A ROMANTIC.

I ALSO SLEEP WITH A GUN.
BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT EITHER.

WHAT ABOUT YOU, CASTLE?
HOW LONG YOU THINK IT'LL LAST?

WELL, I GUESS IT'S JUST
THE WRITER IN ME,

BUT I'M HOPING
FOR A HAPPY ENDING.

OOH, WELL, WELL, WELL.

LOOK WHO'S DOING
THE WALK OF SHAME NOW.

I WAS WITH BECKETT.
REALLY?

UH, WRAPPING UP A CASE.

AHA.

WELL, YOU SHOULD KISS THAT GIRL
WHILE YOU'RE BOTH YOUNG.

WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU?
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT THERE?

OH, IT'S FROM CHET.
ISN'T IT ROMANTIC?

CHET SENT YOU A DEAD FLOWER?
IT IS THE MOST ROMANTIC THING

THAT ANYONE
HAS EVER DONE FOR ME.

I'VE BEEN UP ALL NIGHT,
SO I MIGHT BE A LITTLE SLOW.

WELL, IT'S THE BOUTONNIERE
I GAVE HIM PROM NIGHT.

HE SAVED IT,
TUCKED IT INTO A YEARBOOK,

AND HE SENT IT OVER LAST NIGHT
WITH A NOTE...

SAYING...
WOULD I GIVE...

GIVE HIM A SECOND CHANCE.

WELL, THERE'S A LOT OF THAT
GOING AROUND THESE DAYS.

(sighs)

AND I'M SCARED.

I MEAN,
WHAT IF IT DOESN'T WORK OUT?

WHAT IF IT DOES? (chuckles)

THAT'S THE COST OF LIVING.

I JUST DON'T WANT
TO RUIN THIS.

(Amy Stroup) ♪ THE ONE ♪

EE.

AH. THIS... IS DEAD.

♪ YEAH, YOU ARE THE ONE ♪

YOU ARE NOT.

TIME TO START MAKING
SOME NEW MEMORIES.

BOY, HOW DID YOU GET
SO SMART?

MUST BE MY DAD.

YOU. BOOP. YOUR DAD.

(laughs)

♪ CHIN UP, BOY ♪

♪ YEAH, YOU ARE THE ONE I LOVE,
THE ONE ♪