All language subtitles for Castle.S02E14.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.

(The Voluntary Butler Scheme)
♪ I WANT TO TRADE... ♪

OH, EXCUSE ME, BABY.
OH, BOY.

AH, HOME SWEET HOME.

CAN WE GET MIDNIGHT
FROM THE KENNEL NOW?

WE'LL GET HIM AS SOON
AS WE'RE SETTLED, OKAY?
I'M HUNGRY.

LET MOMMY GET SITUATED,

THEN I'LL MAKE YOU A BOWL
OF HOT CEREAL, OKAY?
OKAY.

COME HERE.

HONEY, YOU SAID YOU WERE
GONNA WASH THE DISHES

BEFORE WE LEFT.

DIDN'T YOU MAKE THE BED
BEFORE WE LEFT?

SOMEONE'S BEEN SLEEPING
IN OUR BED.

SOMEONE'S BEEN SLEEPING
IN MY BED, TOO,

AND HE'S STILL THERE.

WHAT?
BABY, GO WAIT IN OUR ROOM.

(girl) IS HE ASLEEP?

(Castle) OH, YEAH!

THAT'S WHAT
I'M TALKING ABOUT.

DARLING, MUST YOU TALK SO LOUD?
SOME OF US ARE STILL WAKING UP.

WHAT'S ALL
THE EXCITEMENT ABOUT?

ONLY
THE "NEW YORK LEDGER'S"

ANNUAL TEN MOST ELIGIBLE
BACHELOR'S LIST,

AND GUESS WHO'S ON IT.
WHO?

I DON'T KNOW, BUT HE MUST BE
THE PRESIDENT OF

THE REALLY-GOOD-LOOKING CLUB.
HUH. RANKED NUMBER 9.

WEREN'T YOU NUMBER 7 LAST YEAR?
YES, AND THANK YOU

FOR POINTING OUT MY SHORTCOMINGS
ONCE AGAIN, MOTHER.
AH, THAT'S MY JOB.

LUCKILY ALL MY FRIENDS
ARE BEYOND PRINT MEDIA.

WHAT ABOUT THIS
IS EMBARRASSING?

NOTHING. IT'S THE SECRET DREAM
OF EVERY 16 YEAR OLD

TO HAVE THEIR FATHER CROWNED

ONE OF THE MOST
AVAILABLE HOTTIES OF THE YEAR.
WELL, ACCORDING TO THIS,

YOUR FATHER MAY NOT BE
ON THE MARKET.

YOU DIDN'T READ
THE BLURB HERE?
MNH-MNH.

"THOUGH CLAIMING TO BE SINGLE,
RICHARD CASTLE IS RUMORED TO BE

ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED WITH NYPD
DETECTIVE KATE BECKETT"...
WHAT?!

"THE INSPIRATION
FOR NIKKI HEAT,

"THE HEROINE OF
HIS LATEST BEST-SELLING NOVEL.

BACHELOR NUMBER 9 MAY NOT BE
ELIGIBLE FOR NEXT YEAR'S LIST."

WHAT?
WHERE DID THEY GET THAT?
WAIT. LET ME SEE.

I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT
IN MY INTERVIEW.

DETECTIVE BECKETT IS NOT
GOING TO LOVE THIS.

WELL, MAYBE SHE'LL JUST
LAUGH IT OFF.
(Alexis and Martha chuckle)

HOW IS IT, FOR A MAN
WHO IS SURROUNDED BY WOMEN,

THAT YOU KNOW SO LITTLE
ABOUT US?
(cell phone ringing)

SPEAK OF THE DEVIL.

OKAY, EITHER BECKETT'S CALLING
BECAUSE THERE'S A DEAD BODY

OR BECAUSE SHE READ
THE ARTICLE.
PRAY FOR MURDER.

(ring)

(beep)

GOOD MORNING.

DEAD BODY. I'M GOOD.

(Esposito) NO ONE ELSE
HAD ACCESS TO IT, YOUR MAID...

(woman) NO.
OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT? OKAY.

(indistinct conversations)

YOUR DAUGHTER'S SCHOOL,
THEY KNEW ABOUT...

THEY KNEW ABOUT YOU GUYS
GOING OUT OF TOWN?

(police radio chatter)

WHAT?

WHAT, WHAT?

SO WHAT HAVE WE GOT?

YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE.
JOHN DOE, NO I.D.

APPROXIMATE TIME OF DEATH
IS BETWEEN 9:00 LAST NIGHT

AND 1:00 THIS MORNING.
THE FAMILY FOUND HIM AFTER
RETURNING FROM VACATION.

APPARENTLY HE MADE HIMSELF
QUITE AT HOME.

HOW SO?
WELL, WE FOUND

HIS FOOD IN THE FRIDGE,
TOILETRIES IN THE BATHROOM,

EVEN SOME OF HIS CLOTHES
IN THE DRYER.
A REAL-LIFE GOLDILOCKS.

MM-HMM. IT LOOKS AS THOUGH HE
EVEN SLEPT IN THE PARENTS' BED.
WELL, OF COURSE.

THAT ONE WAS TOO HARD,

AND BABY BEAR'S BED
WAS JUST RIGHT.

LOOKS LIKE HE STRUGGLED.
UNSUCCESSFULLY.

HERE. YOU SEE THAT? IT'S
A NEEDLE MARK FROM A SYRINGE.

PROBABLY WAS INJECTED
WITH SOMETHING

THAT STOPPED HIS HEART.

I'LL RUN TOXICOLOGY.

AS SOON AS I CAN PINPOINT
A C.O.D., I'LL GIVE YOU A CALL.
GREAT. THANK YOU.

MM-HMM.

HEY.

(police radio chatter)

YOU KNOW WHO KILLS
WITH SYRINGES?

MAD DOCTORS
AND B-MOVIE NAZIS.

WHY NOT JUST USE A GUN?
GUNS ARE LOUD.

I'VE SEEN SQUATTERS
IN ABANDONED BUILDINGS,

BUT NOTHING LIKE THIS.

AND THEN SOMEONE SNEAKS IN
AND KILLS HIM WITH A NEEDLE.

WEIRD.
MM-HMM. HOW ARE
THE DYSONS DOING?

MOM AND DAD
ARE PRETTY SHAKEN UP.

LITTLE GIRL DOESN'T REALLY KNOW
WHAT'S GOING ON.
DID ANYONE KNOW
THEY WERE LEAVING TOWN?

UH, JUST PEOPLE FROM WORK,
DAUGHTER'S SCHOOL,

STUFF LIKE THAT.
WE'RE RUNNING IT DOWN.
HEY, CHECK THIS OUT.

DYSONS FOUND THIS
IN THE KITCHEN,

SAID IT'S NOT THEIRS.

(beeps)

(beep)

THIS IS HERE.

(Ryan)
YEAH, WEIRD, HUH?

WHY WOULD HE TAKE PICTURES?

SO HE COULD PUT EVERYTHING BACK
THE WAY HE FOUND IT.

HE WAS HOPING NOBODY
WOULD KNOW THAT HE WAS HERE.

ALMOST AS THOUGH
HE WAS HIDING.
ALL RIGHT, HAVE A TECH
PULL THE MEMORY CARD.

SEE IF ANY OF THE DELETED PHOTOS
CAN TELL US WHO HE IS.

OOH, SHE IS GONNA KILL HIM.
HE'S DEAD.

SO, CASTLE, IS IT TRUE? ARE YOU
FINALLY OFF THE MARKET?

YOU GUYS, IF EITHER OF YOU
BREATHE A WORD OF THIS...

(whispers)
I SWEAR, I WILL MAKE YOU PAY.
MONTGOMERY'S UP TO SPEED.
ANYTHING BACK FROM

THE DYSONS' WORKPLACE
OR THE KID'S... SCHOOL?
(Esposito)
I RAN BACKGROUND CHECKS

ON EVERYONE WHO KNEW THE FAMILY
WAS GONNA BE OUT OF TOWN.

SO FAR
EVERYONE'S COME BACK CLEAN,

BUT I'M GONNA KEEP DIGGING.
ANYTHING ON THE CANVASS?

A WHOLE LOT OF NOTHING.
NO DOORMAN ON THE BUILDING.

NONE OF THE DYSON'S NEIGHBORS
NOTICED ANYTHING

OUT OF THE ORDINARY.
SHOCKER. I'VE LIVED
IN MY SPOT EIGHT YEARS.

I COULDN'T PICK MY NEIGHBORS
OUT OF A LINEUP.
WELL, THAT'S MANHATTAN
FOR YOU.

(cell phone ringing)
NOBODY NOTICES ANYTHING UNLESS
IT AFFECTS THEM DIRECTLY.

UNLESS IT'S IN THE PAPER.
EXCUSE ME. BECKETT.

GREAT. OKAY, GOOD.

GOT A HIT OFF OF
JOHN DOE'S FINGERPRINTS.

DOUGLASS BISHOP.
HE'S IN THE SYSTEM.

(keyboard keys clicking)

(computer chirps)
DOUGLASS BISHOP...

ARRESTED ONCE TEN YEARS AGO--

MISDEMEANOR
DRUNK AND DISORDERLY.

CHARGES WERE DROPPED.
BESIDES THAT, HE'S CLEAN.

ALL RIGHT,
FIND THE NEXT OF KIN.

AFTER THEY I.D. THE BODY,
MAYBE THEY CAN TELL US

WHAT THE HELL HE WAS DOING
IN THAT APARTMENT.

(Lanie) I GOT THE RESULTS BACK
FROM THE LAB.

HE WAS INJECTED WITH
AN ANESTHETIC--KETAMINE.

SPECIAL "K"?
HE WAS KILLED BY A CLUB DRUG?

NOT IN THIS DOSE.

WHOEVER SHOT UP MR. BISHOP WAS
NOT LOOKING TO GET HIM HIGH.

GAVE HIM ENOUGH
TO PUT DOWN A HORSE.

THE VICTIM'S SISTER
IS HERE.

I'M DETECTIVE BECKETT.

THANK YOU SO MUCH
FOR COMING DOWN.

IS--IS THAT HIM?

IS THAT DOUG?

THAT'S WHAT WE'LL NEED YOU
TO VERIFY.

(gasps)

(cries)

(man) NONE OF THIS
MAKES ANY SENSE.

I MEAN, WHY WOULD DOUG BE LIVING
IN THESE PEOPLE'S APARTMENT?

HE'S GOT HIS OWN PLACE
OUT IN HOBOKEN.
IS IT POSSIBLE THAT
YOUR BROTHER WAS IN TROUBLE,

THAT HE WAS HIDING
FROM SOMEONE?

NO. EVERYBODY LOVED DOUG.

DID HE OWE ANYBODY MONEY

OR HAVE
ANY FINANCIAL PROBLEMS?

NOT THAT I KNOW OF.

I-I MEAN, HIS HOURS
AT THE TRAVEL AGENCY

GOT CUT BACK,

BUT HE WAS GETTING BY.

TRAVEL AGENCY.

MAYBE THAT'S HOW HE KNEW
THE DYSONS WERE OUT OF TOWN.
BUT IF HE WERE IN TROUBLE,

HE WOULD'VE RAIDED
HIS SCUBA FUND.
YEAH.

HE WAS ALWAYS SAYING THAT
SOMEDAY WHEN HIS SHIP CAME IN,

HE WAS GONNA GET HIMSELF
A LITTLE--

A LITTLE SCUBA SHOP
DOWN IN JAMAICA.
DOUG WAS SAVING UP FOR IT.

HE WOULD PUT A PORTION
OF HIS PAYCHECK

IN AN ACCOUNT EVERY MONTH.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME
YOU SAW YOUR BROTHER?

NOT SINCE THE HOLIDAY PARTY.

DOUG'S AGENCY THREW IT
OUT BY THE AIRPORT,

WHICH IS WHERE STAN WORKS,
SO WE ALL WENT.

YOU JUST NEVER THINK SOMETHING
LIKE THIS IS GONNA HAPPEN.

SO YOU DON'T MAKE TIME.
(cries)

OKAY, THANK YOU.

THAT WAS THE TRAVEL AGENCY.

IF DOUG WAS HIDING
FROM SOMEONE,

HE WASN'T DOING
A VERY GOOD JOB.

APPARENTLY HE HASN'T MISSED
A DAY OF WORK UNTIL YESTERDAY.

WHAT ABOUT THE DYSONS' TRIP?
THEY BOOKED IT
THROUGH A DIFFERENT AGENCY.

THE SCUBA FUND?
DIDN'T TOUCH IT.

SO HE WASN'T IN HIDING,
HE DIDN'T OWE ANYBODY ANY MONEY

AND HE HAD NO DISCERNABLE WAY

OF KNOWING WHEN THE DYSONS
WOULD BE OUT OF TOWN.
(Ryan) HEY, BECKETT.

THE GEEKS MANAGED TO PULL
THE DELETED PHOTOS FROM

OUR SQUATTER'S MEMORY CARD.
CARE TO TAKE A LOOK?

(Ryan) STUFF ON COUNTERS,
INSIDE CABINETS.

THAT'S NOT
THE DYSONS' PLACE.

HE'S DONE THIS BEFORE,
BUT IN OTHER APARTMENTS.

MAYBE HE DOES IT
FOR THE THRILL.
MAYBE SOMEONE FOUND OUT
AND GOT MAD.

YEAH, BUT HE'D STILL HAVE TO
KNOW WHEN THEY WERE AWAY.

UNLESS DOUG BISHOP
ISN'T OUR SQUATTER.

THAT'S DEFINITELY NOT
DOUG BISHOP.

WHO IS HE?

HE'S PROBABLY OUR KILLER.

♪♪

WHAT KIND OF PSYCHOPATH

TAKES PICTURES OF HIMSELF
AND HIS MURDER WEAPONS?
SOME KILLERS KEEP TROPHIES.

IN HIS DEFENSE,
HE DID DELETE THESE PHOTOS.

.45 WITH A SILENCER. WONDER WHAT
HE HAD LINED UP FOR THIS?

NOTHING GOOD. HAS C.S.U.
PULLED THE PRINTS

OFF OF THE CAMERA
AND PERSONAL EFFECTS?
YEAH, THEY DON'T MATCH
DOUG BISHOP

AND THEY'RE NOT
IN THE SYSTEM.

WHICH MEANS
HE DOESN'T HAVE A RECORD.
WELL, IF DOUG WASN'T
OUR SQUATTER,

WHAT WAS HE DOING
IN THE DYSONS' APARTMENT?

HE HAD TO HAVE KNOWN
THE SQUATTER SOMEHOW.
IF THIS SQUATTER
WAS SO METICULOUS

ABOUT PUTTING THINGS BACK,
WHY'D HE LEAVE ALL THIS

FOR US TO FIND?
YOU'RE RIGHT.
IT--IT MAKES NO SENSE.

WHAT? NO GRAND THEATRICAL THEORY
TO SPIN FOR US?

HONESTLY, I-I GOT NOTHING.

MORE IMPORTANTLY, WE DON'T HAVE
ANY PRINTS OR LEADS.

HOW ARE WE
GONNA CATCH A GHOST?
BY FINDING OUT HOW HE HAUNTS.

IF WE CAN FIGURE OUT
HOW THE SQUATTER KNEW

HIS MARKS WERE OUT OF TOWN,
FIND SOMETHING THAT CONNECTS HIM

TO THE OTHER PLACES
THAT HE STAYED,

THEN MAYBE WE CAN
NARROW DOWN THE FIELD.
WE'LL KEEP GOING THROUGH THESE.

WITH ANY LUCK, WE'LL FIND
SOMETHING THAT CAN TELL US

WHOSE APARTMENTS THESE ARE.
OKAY, GREAT. THANK YOU.

(Castle sighs)

(crashes into desk)
HEY.

HEY.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I'M LOOKING TO SEE
WHO WON THE GAME LAST NIGHT.
OH, WE WON.

DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT GAME
I'M TALKING ABOUT?
SURE I DO. THE BIG GAME.

(drops paper on desk)

OKAY, CASTLE.
WHAT'S GOING ON?

(Esposito)
YO, BECKETT. CHECK THIS OUT.

HE TOOK A PICTURE OF THE INSIDE
OF SOMEONE'S MEDICINE CABINET.
YOU CAN ALMOST

MAKE OUT THE NAME
ON THESE PRESCRIPTION BOTTLES.
HAVE I.S.
TAKE A LOOK AT IT,

SEE IF THEY CAN ENHANCE
THE PHOTO.

(woman) OH, GOD.

HE WENT THROUGH
MY MEDICINE CABINET?

(gasps) PLEASE TELL ME
HE DIDN'T GO THROUGH MY DIARY.

OH, WE'RE NOT SURE,
MS. LANGFORD.

ARE YOU SURE
YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE HIM?
YEAH, I'M POSITIVE.

AND YOU DON'T KNOW
THE DYSONS?
NO.

THE ONLY PERSON THAT KNEW I WAS
EVEN OUT OF TOWN WAS MY MOTHER.

EVERYONE ELSE
THOUGHT I WAS ON SICK LEAVE.

YOU WON'T TELL MY BOSS THAT,
WILL YOU?

DID YOU NOTICE ANYTHING UNUSUAL
WHEN YOU RETURNED?

OH,
THAT TOTALLY EXPLAINS IT.

(Castle and Beckett) WHAT?
MY FAUCET. FOR WEEKS,
I'VE BEEN ASKING MY SUPER

TO FIX MY LEAKY FAUCET,
BUT HE NEVER CAME.

AND THEN WHEN I GOT BACK,
IT WAS FIXED.

SO I JUST ASSUMED
THAT HE FINALLY DID IT,

BUT THEN LATER,
WHEN I SAW HIM ON THE STAIRS,

HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT.
THE SQUATTER FIXED YOUR SINK?

YEAH. AND THERE WAS
THIS BOTTLE OF, UM,

LIKE WEIRD STRAWBERRY CHAMPAGNE
IN THE FRIDGE.

AND I JUST ASSUMED THAT
ONE OF MY FRIENDS HAD LEFT IT

DURING A DINNER PARTY I HAD
BEFORE I LEFT, BUT...

NONE OF MY FRIENDS
WOULD'VE BOUGHT SUCH A--

CHEAP BOTTLE OF BOOZE.
EXACTLY.

SO HE MAKES REPAIRS,

LEAVES HOSTESS GIFTS--
HE'S THE GENTLEMAN SQUATTER.

WHO KILLED A MAN,
SO DON'T MAKE HIM OUT TO BE

THE HOUSEGUEST OF THE YEAR.

THANK YOU FOR COMING IN,
MS. LANGFORD.
BY THE WAY,

THAT PHOTO IN THE PAPER
DID YOU NO JUSTICE.

YOU'RE MUCH BETTER LOOKING
IN PERSON.
THERE'S A PICTURE OF YOU
IN THE PAPER?

SO ARE YOU
THE DETECTIVE GIRLFRIEND?

I'M SORRY, THE WHAT?

HE... IS SUCH A CATCH.

DON'T.

SHOW ME. NOW.

"ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED"?
"RUMORED TO BE."

WHAT DID YOU TELL THEM?
NOTHING!
WHY WOULD I DO THAT?

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THIS
DOES TO MY REPUTATION?

YOUR REPUTATION?
WHAT ABOUT MY REPUTATION?

I AM JUST AS UPSET AS YOU ARE.
I'M ON YOUR TEAM.

THIS IS SHODDY JOURNALISM,

AND I AM TWO SECONDS AWAY
FROM CANCELING MY SUBSCRIPTION.

MY SUBSCRIPTION.
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD
IT IS TO BE A FEMALE COP?

THE LAST THING I NEED IS FOR YOU
TO GIVE THEM MORE AMMO TO--
YES, THE "NEW YORK LEDGER,"
PLEASE.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
LANGFORD SAID THAT
THE ONLY PERSON

WHO KNEW SHE WAS ON VACATION WAS
HER MOTHER, BUT THAT'S NOT TRUE.

IF SHE WAS ACTUALLY
PRETENDING TO BE SICK,

THE LAST THING SHE'D WANT
IS NEWSPAPERS PILING UP

AT HER FRONT DOOR.
SHE HAD THE PAPERS HELD.

YES, YOUR SUBSCRIPTION
DEPARTMENT, PLEASE.

ANYONE WITH ACCESS TO VACATION
HOLD INFORMATION WOULD KNOW

EXACTLY WHO'S OUT OF TOWN
AND FOR EXACTLY HOW LONG.

YES, I WOULD LIKE TO VERIFY
VACATION HOLD INFORMATION

ON TWO OF YOUR SUBSCRIBERS,
PLEASE.

WHO AM I? I... I...

I SOMETIMES FORGET
I'M NOT ACTUALLY A COP.
I DON'T.

HI. THIS IS DETECTIVE
KATE BECKETT WITH THE NYPD.

I'D LIKE TO SPEAK WITH
YOUR SUPERVISOR, PLEASE.

I CAN'T REALLY SAY
HE LOOKS FAMILIAR,

BUT YOU GOTTA UNDERSTAND,
WE HAVE HUNDREDS OF EMPLOYEES.

WELL, HOW MANY OF THEM
HAD ACCESS

TO VACATION HOLD
INFORMATION?

WELL, YOU GOT ABOUT A DOZEN
IN SUBSCRIPTIONS,

ANOTHER HANDFUL IN BILLING,

AND, OF COURSE,
THE NEWSPAPERBOYS THEMSELVES.

I'M GONNA NEED TO SEE
A LIST OF THEIR NAMES.

SURE. FOLLOW ME.

DONNA.

RICHARD.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

UH, YOU'RE NOT MAD ABOUT
NUMBER 9, ARE YOU?

I TOLD MY EDITOR
TO KEEP YOU AT 7.

NO, NO, IT'S NOT THAT.
I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT... MUCH.

IT'S--I JUST--WHY DID YOU SAY
I WAS DATING DETECTIVE BECKETT?

OH. WELL, I JUST ASSUMED.

YOU KEPT BRINGING HER UP
DURING THE INTERVIEW.

NO, I DIDN'T.
SURE YOU DID.
YOU WENT ON AND ON ABOUT HER.

"BECKETT SAID THE FUNNIEST THIS,
SHE'S THE BEST THAT."

REALLY? I DID THAT?
LAST YEAR ALL YOU DID
WAS TALK ABOUT YOURSELF.

WELL, DONNA,
I AM VERY, VERY SINGLE.

REALLY?
BECAUSE IF YOU AREN'T INVOLVED,

BACHELORETTE NUMBER 3
ASKED ABOUT YOU THIS MORNING.

DID YOU SEE HER? NO?

OR ARE YOU ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE
WHO NEVER GOES BELOW THE FOLD?

OH, I GO BELOW THE FOLD.

IT'S JUST,
LATELY I'VE BEEN VERY BUSY

WITH MY SECOND NIKKI HEAT NOVEL,
AND I N--OH, MY GOD.
MM-HMM. AMANDA LIVINGSTON.

SO DO YOU WANT HER NUMBER?
'CAUSE SHE WANTS YOURS.

HEY, WE GOT A MATCH.

MICKEY CARLSON, DELIVERY BOY.

BOTH THE DYSONS

AND MICHELE LANGFORD
ARE ON HIS ROUTE.
DELIVERY BOY. KNEW IT.

ANYWAY,
HE DIDN'T SHOW THIS MORNING.

ANOTHER CARRIER HAD TO COVER.

YOU KNOW, THERE'S NO ADDRESS
ON THIS APPLICATION.

DO YOU HAVE ONE ON FILE?
NAH. HE NEVER GAVE US ONE,
AND NOW I KNOW WHY.

IT SAYS THERE THAT PAYDAY
IS TOMORROW.

DOES MICKEY DO DIRECT DEPOSIT
OR DOES--

PICK UP HIS OWN CHECK?
LIKE CLOCKWORK.

PAYROLL COMES IN AT 10:00
IN THE MORNING,

MICKEY'S HERE AT 10:01.

(Ryan) A DELIVERY BOY

WITH A SILENCER
AND SYRINGES FULL OF KETAMINE?

(Beckett)
HIS JOB'S JUST A FRONT

FOR WHATEVER BUSINESS
HE'S REALLY IN.

HERE'S A LIST OF ALL OF
THE VACATION HOLDS ON HIS ROUTE.

HE COULD BE SQUATTING
AT ANY ONE OF THEM.

HE'S ARMED, SO MAKE SURE
YOUR TEAMS USE EXTREME CAUTION.

CASTLE AND I WILL SET UP
AT THE PAPER IN CASE HE SHOWS.
IF HE'S OUT THERE,
WE'LL FIND HIM.

IT'S IRONIC, YOU KNOW.

PEOPLE PUT IN VACATION HOLDS
TO AVOID BREAK-INS.
GOOD USE OF IRONY.

SO WHO'S YOUR FRIEND
AT THE PAPER?
OH, DONNA VINCENNES?

MM-HMM.
SHE'S THE ONE WHO WROTE
THE BLURB ABOUT US.

THERE IS NO "US."
I KNOW THAT.

DID YOU TELL HER THAT?
YES, I DID,

WHICH WORKED OUT, ACTUALLY,
REALLY WELL FOR ME.

AS IT TURNS OUT,

MOST ELIGIBLE
BACHELORETTE NUMERO TRES--

VERY INTERESTED IN MEETING ME.

ONCE THE INFO-TAINERS
GET AHOLD OF HER WITH ME,

THEY'RE GONNA FORGET ALL ABOUT
YOU AND I.

I CAN JUST SEE
THE HEADLINES NOW--

"9 MEETS 3 AT DINNER FOR 2."

(chuckles) BELIEVE IT OR NOT,

THERE'S A LOT OF WOMEN
IN THIS TOWN

WHO LIKE THE IDEA OF BEING
ROMANTICALLY LINKED TO ME.

(footsteps approach)

I HAVE NO LIFE.

NO, MR. BISHOP HAS NO LIFE.
THAT'S WHY HE'S ON MY TABLE.

I NEED A DATE.

WHAT?

A DATE. A... GUY.
A... MAN.

YOU'RE ALWAYS TRYING
TO SET ME UP WITH PEOPLE.

SO HERE I AM. I'M GAME.
WHAT DO YOU GOT?

OKAY.

WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU?

I GET SO WRAPPED UP IN WORK,
ALL I WANT TO DO

IS GO HOME WHERE IT'S QUIET,
AND I'M SO TIRED OF QUIET.

I WANT... LOUD.

OKAY.

(clicks pen)
I HAVE THE PERFECT PRESCRIPTION
FOR YOU.

BRADEKKER?

NO, NO, BABY.
THAT'S BRAD DEKKER.

THAT FIREFIGHTER I WANTED
TO SET YOU UP WITH.

IS HE CUTE?
HE WAS MR. JULY

IN LAST YEAR'S
NEW YORK FIREFIGHTERS CALENDAR.

JULY. HUH.
MM-HMM.

THEY ALWAYS PUT THE REALLY HOT
ONES IN THE SUMMER MONTHS.
EXACTLY.

WELL, THEN SHOULD WE SAY
AROUND 8:00?

ALL RIGHT. ME, TOO.

GOOD NIGHT, AMANDA.

AHH.
SORRY I MISSED DINNER.

THERE'S QUICHE
IF YOU'RE HUNGRY.

SWEET.
OR SAVORY, ACTUALLY.

SO... HOW WAS YOUR DAY?

I HAD A TRULY GREAT DAY.
I GOT PULLED OUT OF CLASS

AND CALLED TO
THE VICE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE.

WHY? WHAT DID SHE WANT?
YOU.

HERE'S HER NUMBER.
HER NUMBER?

OH, AND MY GERMAN TEACHER,
FRAULEIN SONNENBERG,

WANTED ME TO TELL YOU,
AUF DEUTSCH,

"DU HAST SEX-APPEAL."

SHE'S TWO YEARS FROM ORDERING
OFF THE SENIOR MENU,

BUT HERE'S HER NUMBER, TOO.
FRAULEIN SONNENBERG?

TOO OLD? THAT'S OKAY
'CAUSE MY FRIEND SLOAN

THINKS YOU'RE "REAL CHOICE."

SHE'S 17, BUT SHE'LL BE LEGAL
IN 3 MONTHS.

HEY. MAYBE WE COULD DOUBLE.
OH, YOU HATE ME A LITTLE BIT
RIGHT NOW, DON'T YOU?

JUST A LITTLE.
WHAT DID BECKETT SAY?

OH, I'M SURE
SHE'LL BE FINE WITH IT.

MAYBE EVEN
A LITTLE FLATTERED.

(fork clatters)

FLATTERED?

I WAS GONNA...

EAT THAT.

(whirring)

(Castle) 10:15.
MICKEY'S A NO-SHOW.
(Beckett) PATIENCE, CASTLE.

HEY, HAVE YOU
EVER HEARD OF DRAGO?
YEAH.

IT'S ON THE "LEDGER'S" TOP TEN
MOST ROMANTIC RESTAURANTS.

IT'S PRICEY AND IMPOSSIBLE
TO GET A TABLE,

UNLESS YOU KNOW SOMEONE.

WHY?

JUST LOOKING
FOR A PLACE TO GO.

WHAT, LIKE ON A DATE?
YES, ON A DATE.

WHY DO YOU SOUND SO SURPRISED?
NO, I--

NO, I JUST, UH, NEVER FIGURED
YOU FOR A DRAGO KIND OF GIRL.

REALLY? AND WHAT KIND OF A GIRL
DO YOU FIGURE ME FOR, CASTLE?

I... IT--

OH! THERE'S YOUR BOY.

MICKEY CARLSON, I'M--HEY!

HEY!

(forklift beeping)

(brakes squeal)
(grunts)

(grunts)
MICKEY CARLSON...

OH!
YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR
THE MURDER OF DOUGLASS BISHOP.

THIS IS THE KETAMINE THAT YOU
USED TO KILL DOUG BISHOP.

WHOA. NO, NO,
THAT'S NOT MINE.
PRETTY SMART NOT USING
THE GUN, MICKEY.

THAT WOULD'VE BEEN TOO MESSY.
THAT'S NOT MY GUN. LOOK, I
DIDN'T KILL ANYBODY. I SWEAR.

I'M NOT A CRIMINAL, ALL RIGHT?
I WAS JUST SQUATTING THERE.
WELL, TECHNICALLY,
SQUATTING IS A CRIME.

YEAH, A VICTIMLESS CRIME,
ESPECIALLY THE WAY I DO IT.

IF YOU
DIDN'T KILL DOUG BISHOP,

THEN HOW DID HE END UP DEAD
IN THE DYSONS' APARTMENT?
THE GUY FROM
THE MAITLANDS' APARTMENT

MUST HAVE KILLED HIM.
AND WHO ARE THE MAITLANDS?

THE PEOPLE WHOSE APARTMENT
I STAYED IN BEFORE THE DYSONS.
OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU
START FROM THE BEGINNING,

AND TAKE US THROUGH IT
FROM THERE?
THE MAITLANDS PUT A WEEK HOLD
ON THEIR PAPER,

WHICH I WAS PSYCHED ABOUT,
'CAUSE THEY LIVE ON EAST 27th,

WHICH HAS
AMAZING INDIAN RESTAURANTS.

SO I PICK THE LOCK,
I START TAKING PICTURES

SO I CAN RETURN EVERYTHING
TO ITS ORIGINAL STATE.

I'M TAKING PICTURES WHEN I FIND
THESE SYRINGES ON THE TABLE.

KINDA WEIRD, BUT I'M THINKING,
MAYBE ONE OF THE MAITLANDS

MUST BE DIABETIC
OR SOMETHING, RIGHT?

SO I KEEP GOING.
THEN BAM--IT HITS ME.

WHAT'S A GUN WITH A SILENCER
DOING OUT ON THE BED?

AND NEXT TO IT,
I SEE ALL THIS GEAR.
GEAR?

MOUNTAIN CLIMBING EQUIPMENT.

AT THIS POINT, I SEEN ENOUGH.
I DECIDE TO GET OUTTA THERE.

BUT JUST AS I'M GRABBING
MY STUFF,

I HEAR THE DOOR UNLOCK.

AND I BARELY REACH THE CLOSET
IN TIME.

I COULD SEE 'EM THROUGH
THE SLATS. IT WAS THREE OF 'EM.

IT WAS, UH, THIS GUY,
A PLAIN-LOOKING DUDE

AND TOUGH-LOOKING S.O.B.

MAN, HE HAD A SCAR ON HIS FACE
LOOKED LIKE A CRESCENT MOON.

A CRESCENT MOON?

I KNOW, RIGHT?
IT'S CRAZY.

ANYWAY,
THEY HEAD INTO THE BACK.

I TAKE THE OPPORTUNITY

TO GRAB MY STUFF
AND GET THE HELL OUTTA THERE.

I END UP AT THE DYSONS'. TAKE
A LOAD OFF, I GET COMFORTABLE,

WHEN OUTTA NOWHERE,
THE FRONT DOOR OPENS,

AND HIM AND HIS FRIEND COME IN.
WHO,
CRESCENT-MOON SCAR FACE?

NO, THE--THE OTHER GUY.
THE PLAIN ONE.

THEY GRAB ME AND DEMAND THAT
I GIVE THEM THEIR PHONE BACK.

THEIR PHONE?
ARE YOU MAKING THIS UP
AS YOU GO?

NO, NO, NO, SEE, IN MY RACE
TO GET OUT OF THE MAITLANDS',

I MUST HAVE GRABBED
ONE OF THEIR JACKETS,

WHICH HAD THEIR PHONE IN IT,
BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY KNEW.

NEWER PHONES HAVE GPS.
THEY COULD TRACK IT ON THE WEB.
HUH?

WELL, I DIDN'T WANT THEIR PHONE
AND I TRIED TO GIVE IT BACK.

THE GUY PULLS OUT A SYRINGE
AND IS READY TO STAB ME WITH IT.

BUT THANK GOD FOR DOUG.
OH, MAN.

DOUG SAYS,
"I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR MURDER."

THEN THEY START ARGUING,
AND THEN THE SYRINGE GUY SAYS,

"WE'VE GOT 3 MIL ON THE LINE.
HE'S SEEN TOO MUCH."

NEXT THING I KNOW,
THEY'RE FIGHTING.

SO I RAN OUTTA THERE.
(Castle) I'M JUST SAYING,

IT'S A REALLY GOOD STORY.
COME ON.

MYSTERIOUS BAD GUYS,
CRESCENT-SHAPED SCARS,

HIDING IN A CLOSET?
IT SOUNDS LIKE FICTION
BECAUSE IT PROBABLY IS.

WELL, THAT'S TOO BAD.
HE'S A NICE GUY.

SO WAS JEFFREY DAHMER.

DIDN'T STOP HIM
FROM EATING PEOPLE.

WHERE ARE WE
ON THESE MAITLANDS?
THEY'RE ON A CRUISE SHIP,
BUT WE'RE GETTING

THE SHIP'S SECURITY
TO TRACK 'EM DOWN RIGHT NOW.
ALL RIGHT,
HAVE 'EM TRACK FASTER.

I NEED THEIR PERMISSION
TO GET INTO THE PLACE.
CAN'T WE JUST GET A WARRANT?

ON THE WORD OF
A POSSIBLE MURDER SUSPECT?

NOT EXACTLY PROBABLE CAUSE.

BUT ONCE WE DISPROVE
MR. CARLSON'S STORY,

WE'LL BE ABLE
TO PRESS CHARGES FOR MURDER.
(cell phone rings)

(beeps)

BECKETT.

OH, HI, BRAD.

UH, UH, NO. NO, NO, NO,
IT'S NOT TOO LAST-MINUTE.

ACTUALLY, MY PLANS FOR TONIGHT
JUST FELL THROUGH.

WHO'S BRAD?
(laughs)

MM.
MUST BE LANIE'S FRIEND.

YOU KNOW HIM?

YEAH, MET HIM ONCE.
GOOD GUY.

FIREMAN.
I COULD BE THERE
IN A COUPLE OF HOURS.

HE WAS IN THE F.D.N.Y. CALENDAR.
CHISELED GOOD LOOKS.

ROCK-HARD ABS.

OH, AND GET THIS--
ONCE DURING A FIRE,

AFTER SAVING THE PARENTS
AND THE KIDS,

HE WENT BACK IN
FOR THE PUPPIES.

SEE YOU THEN.
DID SHE JUST FLIP HER HAIR?

(laughs)
I'M TELLING YOU, BRO,
PUPPIES...

GETS 'EM EVERY TIME.
PUPPIES.

(cell phone beeps)

(Ryan) YES, MR. MAITLAND?
WHAT?

YOU'RE SMILING.
SO?

GOOD-BYE. HEY.
WE GOT THE MAITLANDS.

WE'RE GOOD TO ENTER. THEY'RE
CALLING THE SUPER RIGHT NOW.
OKAY, LET'S GO.

(Ryan) WAIT HERE, PLEASE.

WE'LL CHECK THE BACK.
OKAY.

WELL, SURPRISE, SURPRISE.

NOTHING HERE TO VERIFY
MICKEY'S VERSION.

OH, WOW. LOOK AT THIS.

DID YOU FIND SOMETHING?

YEAH, IT'S
AN OLD-FASHIONED DUMBWAITER.

YOU DON'T SEE THESE
AROUND ANYMORE.

GENIUS, TOO.
THE MAITLANDS HAVE CONVERTED IT

INTO A HIDDEN
STEREO COMPONENT CUPBOARD.

I BET THEY HAVE
AN R.F. REMOTE SOMEWHERE.
WE'RE NOT HERE TO ADMIRE
THE PLACE, CASTLE.

HOW CAN YOU NOT?
I MEAN, LOOK AT THIS PLACE.

THIS APARTMENT IS PREWAR,
LATE 1800s.

OH, YOU SEE THIS MOLDING?

THAT IS THE ORIGINAL WOOD.
GORGEOUS.

I BET THE BATHROOMS
HAVE MARBLE WAINSCOTING.

(laughs) YOU'RE SUCH
A METROSEXUAL.

YES. WELL, BETTER THAN BEING
A PINUP BOY.

SO YOU HEARD?
AND IT'S PINUP MAN, CASTLE.

PINUP... MAN.

YES. WELL, HAVE FUN
WITH YOUR HOSE JOCKEY

WHILST I GO OUT
WITH NUEVO YORK'S

MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELORETTE
NUMBER 3.

OH, I GUESS THAT MEANS
SHE MUST BE SLUMMING IT,

HER BEING NUMBER 3
AND YOU BEING A LOWLY NUMBER 9.

WHAT NUMBER WERE YOU AGAIN?
OH.

PLACE IS CLEAR.

NO GUN, NO KETAMINE,
NO MOUNTAIN CLIMBING EQUIPMENT.

THERE IS NOTHING HERE.

YES, THERE IS.

AN ICEBOX,
CIRCA LATE 1800s.

YOU SEE, BEFORE THE INVENTION

OF MODERN
HOUSEHOLD REFRIGERATION,

PEOPLE USED TO KEEP
THEIR PERISHABLE ITEMS IN A BOX

THAT HELD ICE.

HENCE--AN ICEBOX.
IT'S NOT AN OPEN HOUSE,
CASTLE.

OH, THE MAITLANDS
WERE VERY CLEVER.

THEY CONVERTED THIS
INTO A CUPBOARD.

MEANWHILE, IT'S RIGHT NEXT
TO THEIR FRIDGE--AAH!

OOH! (clears throat)

I DID NOT EXPECT THAT.
CRESCENT-SHAPED SCAR.

LOOKS LIKE THERE WAS SOME TRUTH
TO MICKEY'S TALE AFTER ALL.

(Ryan) HIS NAME IS
ANTON FRANCIS. MR. FRANCIS HERE,

NOT WANTING TO WASTE
SUCH A SINISTER LOOKING SCAR

DECIDE TO ROUND OUT
THE STEREOTYPE

WITH A LAUNDRY LIST
OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY,

INCLUDING
FENCING STOLEN PROPERTY,

STICKUPS
AND A SMASH AND GRAB.

DO WE HAVE TIME OF DEATH?
YES, BETWEEN 1:00
AND 4:00 A.M. THIS MORNING,

WHICH RULES OUT
MICKEY CARLSON.

WE VERIFIED THAT HE STAYED IN
A HOMELESS SHELTER LAST NIGHT.
SO IF MICKEY
WAS TELLING US THE TRUTH,

THEN DOUG AND MR. FRANCIS

CLEARLY GOT MORE
THAN THEY BARGAINED FOR.

ALL BY THE MURDEROUS HAND
OF THEIR PARTNER--

THE GUY WHO KILLED DOUG
WITH THE SYRINGE--

OUR MYSTERIOUS 3rd MAN.
LET'S GET PHOTOS OF

ALL OF ANTON'S KNOWN ASSOCIATES
AND FORMER CELL MATES.

IF MICKEY SAW HIS FACE,

HE SHOULD BE ABLE
TO I.D. HIM FOR US.
SO HOW DOES A MAN
LIKE DOUGLASS BISHOP--

WITH NO CRIMINAL RECORD--

GET INVOLVED
WITH HARDENED CRIMINALS?

SIMPLE.
THEY NEEDED HIM.

IT SEEMED CONVENIENT TO ME THAT
THE MAITLANDS WERE OUT OF TOWN

WHEN ALL THIS WENT DOWN,
SO I DID SOME DIGGING.

TURNS OUT
THAT CRUISE THEY'RE ON,

THEY WON IT IN A CONTEST.

ONLY THERE IS NO CONTEST.

A PHONY AWARD LETTER?

YEAH, WHEN THEY GOT THAT
AND THE TICKETS,

THEY FIGURED, WHY LOOK
A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH.

SO GUESS WHERE THE TICKETS
CAME FROM.
DOUG BISHOP'S TRAVEL AGENCY.

SO THE CRUISE
WAS JUST A SCAM

TO GET THE MAITLANDS
OUT OF TOWN.

THE LETTER SAYS THAT
THE CRUISE HAD TO BE THIS WEEK.

WHY THIS WEEK?
AND WHY THE MAITLANDS?

WELL, UNLESS OUR BAD GUYS
ARE INTO PREWAR ARCHITECTURE,

THERE'S REALLY NOTHING IN THAT
APARTMENT THAT'S WORTH ANYTHING

EXCEPT FOR
THE AUDIO/VISUAL EQUIPMENT,

WHICH WAS STILL THERE.
WHY GO THROUGH SO MUCH TROUBLE

TO GET
IN THE MAITLANDS' APARTMENT?

MAYBE WHAT THEY WANTED WASN'T
IN THE MAITLANDS' APARTMENT.

MAYBE THEY WERE GONNA ROB
SOMEONE ELSE,

BUT JUST NEEDED ACCESS.

THE AUDIO/VISUAL EQUIPMENT.

ACCESS.

THE MAITLANDS LIVE
ON THE SECOND FLOOR.

RUNNING PERPENDICULAR TO THEM
AND WHATEVER'S BELOW

IS THE OLD DUMBWAITER SHAFT.

IN "GATHERING STORM,"
I HAD DERRICK STORM

CLIMB UP THE DUMBWAITER SHAFT
TO BYPASS THE CZECH ASSASSIN

IN ORDER TO SAVE
THE SWISS AMBASSADOR'S DAUGHTER.

MAYBE OUR BAD GUYS
ARE USING THE DUMBWAITER

TO BYPASS THE SECURITY
OF WHATEVER'S BELOW THEM.

WHICH WOULD EXPLAIN THE ROPES
AND THE CLIMBING GEAR.

SO WHAT'S BELOW
THE MAITLANDS' APARTMENT?

(Castle) A PET SHOP.

WHY DON'T YOU COME DOWN
AND HAVE A LOOK AT THEM?

I HAVE THE LARGEST SELECTION
OF REPTILES IN THE CITY.

THEY'RE MY SPECIALTY.

MY PLEASURE.

OKAY. THANK YOU. BYE-BYE.

AH, HOW IS IT?
CAN I, UH, CAN I HELP YOU?

AND YOU'RE SURE
NOTHING WAS STOLEN?

YA. I MEAN,
WHAT IS THERE TO STEAL?

THIS DUMBWAITER HAS BEEN
OPENED RECENTLY.

IT WAS OPEN?

MICKEY TOLD US HIS ATTACKER SAID
THERE WAS MILLIONS AT STAKE.

MR. du PREEZ, WHAT'S ON
THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT WALL?
28th STREET.
EASTSIDE BANK AND TRUST.

(Castle) A BANK HEIST.

IT LOOKS LIKE THE PLAN WAS TO
CUT INTO THE BACK WALL

TO GET INTO THE BANK VAULT
ON THE OTHER SIDE.

WE CALLED THE BANK MANAGER,
THE FBI,

BUT OUR GUYS NEVER MADE IT
THAT FAR.
WHAT WENT WRONG?

WE DON'T KNOW.
IT COULD'VE BEEN GREED, PANIC.

IT LOOKS LIKE OUR VICTIMS
MIGHT HAVE BEEN BETRAYED

BY THEIR PARTNER.
IN THE OLD DAYS,

YOU KILLED YOUR PARTNERS
AFTER YOU GOT THE MONEY.

ANY LEADS ON THIS,
UH, THIRD MAN?
NO. WE HAD OUR SQUATTER
TAKE A LOOK AT MUG SHOTS

OF ANTON FRANCIS' ASSOCIATES,
AND WE DIDN'T FIND HIM.

WHAT IF THE CONNECTION
TO THE THIRD MAN

ISN'T THROUGH SCAR FACE?

WHAT IF IT'S THROUGH DOUG?
THE TRAVEL AGENT? I THOUGHT
WE WENT THROUGH HIM.

WE DID. WE CHECKED HIS FAMILY,
HIS FRIENDS, HIS COWORKERS.

BUT NOT HIS CLIENTS.

THINK ABOUT IT.
MAYBE THAT'S IT.

THE THIRD MAN BOOKS A TRIP
THROUGH DOUG.

DOUG STARTS TALKING,
TELLS HIM ABOUT HIS DREAM

OF OWNING A SCUBA SHOP
IN THE ISLANDS.

THE THIRD MAN SENSES
HIS FRUSTRATION. THAT'S HIS IN.

HE TELLS DOUG IT'LL BE EASY.

IT'S A VICTIMLESS CRIME,
NOBODY WILL GET HURT,

INSURANCE WILL PAY,

KNOWING THE WHOLE TIME,
IF THE POLICE INVESTIGATE,

THEY'LL TRACK THE TICKETS BACK
THROUGH TO DOUG, NOT TO HIM.

THE THIRD MAN REMAINS INVISIBLE
SO LONG AS DOUG IS DEAD.
THAT ALMOST MAKES SENSE.

LET'S RUN DOUG'S CLIENT LIST
FOR THE PAST SIX MONTHS.

IF ANYTHING POPS,
WE'LL SHOW IT TO MICKEY.
OKAY.

YOU KNOW,
MAYBE I SHOULD CANCEL TONIGHT.
YOU'RE GONNA CANCEL
ON THE GUY

THAT RISKED HIS LIFE
FOR A BUNCH OF PUPPIES?
SIR, YOU KNOW ABOUT MY DATE?

YES, AND--AND DESPITE
WHAT YOU MIGHT THINK,

THE WORLD'S NOT GONNA END

JUST BECAUSE YOU DISAPPEAR
FOR A NIGHT.

AND IF IT DOES, I'M SURE
THAT THOSE TWO CAN HANDLE IT.

YEAH. GO AHEAD.
YEAH, I NEED THE OVERTIME.

OKAY, BUT CALL ME
IF ANYTHING TURNS UP.
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
HAVE FUN.

YOU SEE HOW READY SHE WAS
TO CANCEL ON THAT DATE?

WHAT'S IT TO YOU,
CASTLE?
YEAH, WHY DO YOU CARE?

I'M JUST SAYIN'.
LOOK OUT 'CAUSE, UH...

(Tim Hanauer's
"Dream a Better Way" playing)

NEITHER OF THOSE.

HMM?

MM. LOOK.

OH, YOU'RE GOOD.

HEY...

I KNOW THAT THIS CAN BE
WEIRD FOR YOU,

HOW PARENTS
AREN'T SUPPOSED TO DATE.
I KNOW YOU DATE, DAD.

I KNOW YOU PROBABLY
DO OTHER THINGS

THAT I AM NOT
GOING TO THINK ABOUT,

AND THAT WE'LL NEVER,
EVER MENTION.

FAIR ENOUGH.
SO... WHAT'S WRONG?

I DON'T KNOW.

I MEAN, I'M NOT GONNA
BE HERE FOREVER.

AND THEN WHO'S GONNA
LOOK AFTER YOU THEN,

BACHELORETTE NUMBER 3?

(laughs) SLOW DOWN THERE.

LET'S NOT GO BUYING RINGS
ANYTIME SOON.

IT'S JUST A DATE.
I KNOW.

AND SHE SEEMS NICE AND ALL,
BUT... IF THAT'S WHO YOU DATE,

I MEAN, ARE YOU REALLY
GONNA FIND HAPPINESS

WITH THE KIND OF PERSON
WHO'S A NUMBER ON A LIST?
WELL, I ALREADY HAVE.

YOU'RE NUMBER ONE ON MINE.

LOOK, IT'S MY JOB
TO WORRY ABOUT YOU,

NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND.

I'LL BE FINE.
YEAH.

THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID WHEN YOU
TRIED TO DEEP-FRY A TURKEY.

AND WE ALL KNOW
HOW THAT TURNED OUT.

I JUST DON'T WANT YOU
TO GET HURT...

OR BURN YOUR EYEBROWS OFF...
AGAIN.

♪♪

I'M GLAD THEY GREW BACK.

THEY'RE FINALLY MATCHING.

(chuckles)

I'VE HEARD THIS PLACE
IS IMPOSSIBLE TO GET INTO.

EXCUSE ME.

RICKY.
FRANKIE! COME HERE.

IT'S NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN.
AND YOU.

UM, YOUR TABLE
WILL BE READY MOMENTARILY.

CASTLE?

BECKETT?

I TAKE IT
YOU TWO KNOW EACH OTHER?
UH, YEAH.

BRAD, THIS IS RICHARD CASTLE.
WE WORK TOGETHER.
UH, AMANDA, THIS IS
KATE BECKETT. WE WORK TOGETHER.

HI.
NICE TO MEET YOU.

AH.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

YOU KNEW
THAT I WAS COMING HERE.
I KNEW YOU WANTED
TO COME HERE.

I DIDN'T THINK YOU COULD GET
A TABLE LAST-MINUTE.
YOU GOT A TABLE LAST-MINUTE.

YEAH. I'VE GOT CONNECTIONS.
SO DO I.
CITY HEALTH INSPECTOR.

WOW.
NICE ABUSE OF POWER.

SO, RICHARD,
YOU A COP, TOO?

NO. HE'S A NOVELIST
WHO'S BEEN SHADOWING ME

ON MY MURDER CASES.
OH, I DO A LITTLE MORE
THAN SHADOWING.

YOUR TABLE IS READY.

(cork pops)

SO YOU TWO WORKING
A HOMICIDE?

UM, A DOUBLE HOMICIDE.

IT'S ACTUALLY A RATHER TRICKY
CASE BECAUSE THE KILLER IS...

I LIKE TO CALL HIM
THE THIRD MAN.

VERY MYSTERIOUS. IT SOUNDS
LIKE ONE OF YOUR BOOKS.

YEAH, IT KINDA DOES.

ANYWAY,
HE AND HIS TWO PARTNERS...
WERE GONNA ROB A BANK,

ONLY HE TURNED ON THE OTHER TWO
AND KILLED THEM

BEFORE THEY EVEN FINISHED
THE JOB.

I MEAN, IT DOESN'T
EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE.

USUALLY YOU'D WAIT
UNTIL YOU GOT THE MONEY

BEFORE YOU DOUBLE-CROSSED
YOUR PARTNERS.
I MEAN, THEY DIDN'T EVEN
HAVE THE RIGHT EQUIPMENT

TO ROB A BANK.
WELL, I'M SURE YOU'LL
FIGURE IT OUT EVENTUALLY.

YOU KNOW, SPEAKING OF
GREAT MYSTERIES,

I SAW AN INCREDIBLE PLAY
OFF BROADWAY THE OTHER NIGHT.
I JUST WISH I COULD FIGURE OUT

WHAT THEY WERE DOING
WITH THE KETAMINE.

MAYBE IT HAD SOMETHING TO DO
WITH THE PET STORE.

YOU GONNA EAT THAT?

IT'S NOT LIKE THERE WAS REALLY
ANYTHING TO STEAL THERE.

UNLESS THE PET STORE WAS JUST
A FRONT FOR SOMETHING ELSE.

WAITER. COULD I HAVE
ANOTHER GLASS OF WINE, PLEASE?

IN WHICH CASE, THE OWNER
MIGHT HAVE BEEN LYING

WHEN HE SAID THAT NOTHING
WAS STOLEN.
YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX
WITH ME LATER?

I'M SORRY. WOULD YOU MIND
IF I MADE A TELEPHONE CALL?
NAH.

THANKS.

UM... THE BATHROOMS ARE UP
BY THE FRONT, RIGHT?

PARDON ME.

(cell phone beeps)

HAVE YOU GOT SOMETHING?
I WAS JUST HAVING
RYAN AND ESPOSITO

RUN SOMETHING DOWN FOR ME.
THE PET SHOP.

YES! HOW DID YOU KNOW?
I WAS THINKING
THE EXACT SAME THING.

IT'S PROBABLY
A FRONT FOR SOMETHING.
OKAY, SO THEY'RE GONNA DIG UP

EVERYTHING THEY CAN
ON THE OWNER.

IT COULD BE
THAT HE'S HIDING SOMETHING.
RIGHT.

WELL, I SHOULD GET BACK
TO THIS DATE.
HOW'S YOURS GOING?

GREAT. YOURS?
FANTASTIC.

WELL, I'LL, UH, SEE YOU.

THE PHEASANT IS AMAZING.

(cell phone buzzes)

(buzz)
I'M SORRY.
THAT'S THE STATION.

(Brad) YEAH. GO AHEAD.

WOULD YOU PARDON ME?

BATHROOM AGAIN?
(chuckles)

SO WHAT'D THEY FIND OUT?

(cell phone beeps)
(Esposito) Yo.

WE RAN THE PET SHOP OWNER--
NOEL du PREEZ.

HE CAME UP CLEAN.
REALLY?

WHAT ABOUT IN THE PAST
COUPLE OF DAYS?

Anything unusual?
THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY,

CUSTOMS HAS HIM
TAKING POSSESSION

OF A HALF A DOZEN
AFRICAN GRAY PARROTS,

four baboon spiders

and two black-tailed pythons,

ALL FROM SOUTH AFRICA.
Wait a minute. Did you--

DID YOU SAY BLACK-TAILED PYTHONS
FROM SOUTH AFRICA?

YEAH. WHY?
Because black-tailed pythons,

ALSO KNOWN
AS INDIAN ROCK PYTHONS,

ARE NOT INDIGENOUS
TO THAT AREA.

WHY WOULD THEY BE COMING
FROM AFRICA?
WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT
SOME MOTHERFREAKING SNAKES

ON A MOTHERFREAKING PLANE?
BECAUSE AS A MURDER MYSTERY
NOVELIST,

I AM HIGHLY PAID
TO THINK LIKE A BAD GUY.

Here are a few fun facts
about snakes.

THEY ARE COLD-BLOODED,
THEY SWALLOW HUGE AMOUNTS,

AND THEY DIGEST THEIR FOOD
VERY SLOWLY.

PERFECT FOR SMUGGLING.
And it wouldn't be
the first time.

If these snakes are coming in
from South Africa...

THERE ARE TWO THINGS IN
ABUNDANCE IN SOUTH AFRICA--

RACIAL HATRED AND DIAMONDS.

SMUGGLING DIAMONDS
IN LIVE SNAKES.
Mickey's attacker said that
there were millions at stake.

(Castle) And the dumbwaiter goes
right down into the pet store.

That's why the Maitlands' trip
had to be this week.

THEY KNEW THE SHIPMENT WAS
COMING IN. AND THE KETAMINE--
WAS TO DOPE THE SNAKES

SO THEY COULD TAKE 'EM
UP THE SHAFT WITHOUT A FIGHT,

AND THEN WHEN WE CAME
TO THE STORE--
THE OWNER COULDN'T SAY A WORD,

OTHERWISE HE'D IMPLICATE HIMSELF
IN SMUGGLING.
SO WE FIND OUT
WHO ROBBED HIM--

WE FIND THE THIRD MAN.
DO THEY KNOW THEY'RE FINISHING
EACH OTHER'S SENTENCES?

Have uniforms pick up the owner.
We'll meet you at the store.

HEY, IS THIS SEAT TAKEN?

(Beckett)
WHAT SHOULD WE TELL THEM?

THIS IS GONNA BE AWKWARD.

THEY'LL BE OKAY.

(Brad and Amanda
speak indistinctly)

IS THE OWNER IN CUSTODY?

WIFE SAID HE WAS HERE
WORKING LATE.

PLACE LOOKS CLOSED.
OKAY, CASTLE,
HOLD MY PURSE.

FOLLOW ME.

READY? LET'S GO.

(Esposito) ROOM ALL CLEAR.

(Ryan) HERE, TOO.

(gunshot)
WHOA!

(Beckett) NYPD!
(Esposito) DROP YOUR WEAPON!
DROP YOUR WEAPON!

(Ryan) DROP THE GUN!
DROP YOUR WEAPON!
DROP THE GUN!

DROP THE GUN!
GET DOWN! DOWN!

HEY. YOU OKAY?

OH, YEAH. YEAH, YEAH.

IT TAKES A LOT MORE
THAN THAT TO SCARE ME.

WHAT ABOUT A BIG,
HAIRY SPIDER ON YOUR SHOULDER?
YEAH, THAT WOULD DO IT.

(groans)

I DIDN'T KNOW
YOU WERE THE POLICE.

I HAVE A RIGHT
TO DEFEND MY STORE.

DEFEND FROM WHO,
MR. du PREEZ?

ACCORDING TO CUSTOMS,

YOU TOOK POSSESSION
OF TWO BLACK-TAILED PYTHONS.

WHICH IS NOT A CRIME.

NO, BUT BLACK-TAILED PYTHONS
ARE INDIGENOUS TO INDIA.

SO WHY SHIP THEM IN
FROM SOUTH AFRICA?

MY SUPPLIERS ARE THERE.

THERE'S NOTHING ILLEGAL
ABOUT MY BUSINESS.

THEN WHERE ARE THE SNAKES?

THEY WEREN'T IN THE STORE,

AND WE DIDN'T FIND ANY INVOICES
INDICATING THAT THEY WERE SOLD.

YOU KNOW WHAT WE DID FIND?

A COLOR GRADER, A U.V. LAMP
AND A CARAT WEIGHT SCALE.
ALL TOOLS
OF THE DIAMOND TRADE.

SO WHAT HAPPENED,
MR. du PREEZ?

BECAUSE WE THINK
SOMEONE BROKE INTO YOUR STORE,

CAME DOWN THE DUMBWAITER SHAFT

AND STOLE YOUR SHIPMENT
OF DIAMONDS.

NOW THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM.

MY PROBLEM IS THAT THEY LEFT
TWO BODIES BEHIND.

OKAY, FINE. YOU DON'T WANT
TO IMPLICATE YOURSELF.

I GET IT.

SO I'M SIMPLY GONNA ASK,
WHO KNEW ABOUT THE SHIPMENT?

COME ON, MR. du PREEZ.
DON'T YOU WANT US TO FIND THEM?

WHO KNEW?
WHO DID YOU TELL?
I TOLD NO ONE.

MR. du PREEZ--
I PICKED UP MY CARGO
AT THE AIRPORT PERSONALLY,

AND I LOCKED 'EM
IN MY OFFICE.

THE NEXT DAY,
THEY WERE GONE.

DO YOU RECOGNIZE
EITHER OF THESE MEN?

NO. I'VE NEVER SEEN
ANY OF THEM IN MY LIFE.

IT'S THE TRUTH.

ROBBING A SMUGGLER.
IT'S ALMOST A PERFECT CRIME.

THE VICTIM
CAN'T GO TO THE POLICE

WITHOUT ADMITTING
HIS OWN CRIME.

SOMEONE KNEW THAT SHIPMENT
WAS COMING IN.

SOMEONE HAD IT PLANNED.

WHERE ARE WE
ON DOUG'S CLIENT LIST?

WE RAN EVERY CLIENT
DOUG EVER HAD, AND WE GOT NADA.

JUST TO BE THOROUGH, WE SHOWED
THEIR D.M.V. PHOTOS TO MICKEY.

NONE OF THEM WERE
OUR MYSTERIOUS THIRD MAN.

WELL, IT HAD TO BE SOMEONE
du PREEZ WOULD NEVER EXPECT.

SOMEONE CONNECTED TO
HIS PET STORE IN SOME CAPACITY,

AN OLD EMPLOYEE PERHAPS?

HE WOULD HAVE TO KNOW WHEN
THE SHIPMENT WAS COMING IN.

YEAH, SOMEONE WHO KNEW
HIS TIMETABLE.

MAYBE SOMEONE du PREEZ HAD SENT
TO THE AIRPORT PREVIOUSLY

TO PICK UP A SHIPMENT.
OUT TO THE AIRPORT.

WHAT WAS THAT?
RUN ALL OF THE PAPERWORK
FROM du PREEZ'S LAST SHIPMENT--

CUSTOMS, FISH AND WILDLIFE,
SHIPPING COMPANY, EVERYTHING.

I WANT TO KNOW
WHO KNEW WHAT AND WHEN.
YOU THINK
SOMEONE AT THE AIRPORT

CAUGHT ON
TO du PREEZ'S SMUGGLING,

DECIDED TO ROB HIM
INSTEAD OF REPORT HIM?
NOT ONLY THAT.
I THINK I KNOW WHO.

(Beckett) MR. AND MRS. KOPEK,
THANK YOU FOR COMING IN SO LATE.

PLEASE.
OH, SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG.

STAN WAS AT WORK
WHEN YOU CALLED.

OH, RIGHT.

YOU SAID THAT THE LAST TIME
THAT YOU SAW YOUR BROTHER

WAS AT THE AGENCY'S PARTY
AROUND WHERE STAN WORKS?
THAT'S RIGHT.

COULD YOU REFRESH MY MEMORY,
MR. KOPEK?

WHERE IS IT THAT YOU WORK?
IT--IT'S LATE.

COULD--COULD YOU JUST PLEASE
TELL US WHAT YOU FOUND OUT?

WELL, I DIDN'T REALLY
PUT EVERYTHING TOGETHER

UNTIL I REMEMBERED

YOUR WIFE'S STORY
ABOUT THE PARTY

AT THE AIRPORT.

WHAT'S THIS?

IT'S A CUSTOMS FORM,
MR. KOPEK,

AUTHORIZING THE RELEASE
OF CARGO

TO A MR. NOEL du PREEZ,

SIGNED BY YOU.

YEAH. SO?
I-I WORK FOR CUSTOMS.

WHAT'S--
WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?

WHAT'S GOING ON, STAN?

I HAVE NO IDEA.
SURE YOU DO.

WHEN YOU REALIZED
WHAT MR. du PREEZ WAS DOING--

SMUGGLING DIAMONDS--
YOU SAID TO YOURSELF,

"WHY SHOULD I GIVE HIM UP
TO THOSE UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS?

WHY NOT
JUST TAKE CARE OF IT MYSELF?"
STAN--

(Castle)
THEN ALL YOU NEEDED TO DO

WAS PULL THE IMPORT PERMITS
FROM FISH AND WILDLIFE

TO DETERMINE WHEN
THE NEXT SHIPMENT WOULD BE.

BUT YOU NEEDED SOMEONE
WITH CONNECTIONS

TO FENCING STOLEN GOODS.

AND SO YOU CONTACTED
ANTON FRANCIS--

A CON MAN
AND AN OLD HIGH SCHOOL BUDDY

WHO'D BEEN IN AND OUT OF JAIL
FOR YEARS.

THE EASY SCORE
WAS MONEY TO HIS EARS,

BUT YOU NEEDED TO GET
THE MAITLANDS OUT OF TOWN

FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS FIRST.
AND THAT'S WHEN YOUR
BROTHER-IN-LAW DOUG CAME IN.

WHAT DID YOU DO, STAN?

DID YOU PLAY ON HIS DREAMS,
TELL HIM HE COULD FINALLY AFFORD

THAT SCUBA SHOP
HE ALWAYS WANTED?
STAN, WHAT DID YOU DO?

NOTHING. NOTHING.
I-I DON'T KNOW--

MRS. KOPEK, YOUR HUSBAND
KILLED YOUR BROTHER.

THAT'S RI--
STAN...

THEY'RE LYING. THAT'S--
THAT'S RIDICULOUS.
WE HAVE A WITNESS,
MR. KOPEK.

THE SQUATTER
YOU TRIED TO KILL

IDENTIFIED YOU
FROM A PHOTO ARRAY

LESS THAN AN HOUR AGO.
OH, GOD.

NO, NO, IT WAS--IT WASN'T
SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS.

N-NO ONE
WAS SUPPOSED TO GET HURT.

I MEAN, DOUG--HE JUST--
HE WOULDN'T LISTEN.

AND I-I DIDN'T MEAN...

AND--AND ANTON,
HE CAME AFTER ME.

HE--THAT WAS SELF-DEFENSE.
I'M NOT--I'M NOT A KILLER.

WE HAVE TWO BODIES
THAT PROVE OTHERWISE.

IT JUST GOT OUT OF HAND.
THINGS JUST SPUN OUT OF CONTROL.

GET HIM AWAY FROM ME.
HONEY, IT'S--

(handcuffs rattle)

(Esposito) ON YOUR FEET.

(handcuffs click)

I DID IT FOR US.

(click)

IT WAS ALL FOR US, BABY.

THIS WAY.

AND YOU GUYS THOUGHT
I MADE THE WHOLE THING UP.

I BELIEVED YOU
THE WHOLE TIME.

SO WHAT--WHAT HAPPENS
TO ME NOW?

I'LL GO BACK
TO THE HOLDING CELL

OR AM I HEADED TO THE TOMBS?
NEITHER. FOR YOUR COOPERATION
IN THE APPREHENSION

OF STAN KOPEK,
THE A.D.A. HAS AGREED TO A DEAL.

FIVE YEARS PROBATION
FOR ALL YOUR SINS.
NO JAIL TIME?

YOU HAVE A SHOT
AT A SECOND CHANCE, MICKEY.
DON'T BLOW IT.

(exhales) I WON'T.
HEY, THANKS FOR EVERYTHING.

REALLY, THANK YOU.
ALL RIGHT.

WHEW.

OH, MAN.
I CAN'T WAIT TO GO HOME

AND JUST SLIP INTO
A WARM BATH AND--
I--

DON'T. PLEASE DON'T.

I WAS JUST GOING TO SAY,
I'M STARVING.

WE LEFT THE RESTAURANT
BEFORE I HAD A CHANCE

TO FINISH MY ENTREE.
OH, YEAH. WELL, IT WOULDN'T
HAVE MATTERED IF YOU DID.

THE PORTIONS THERE WERE TINY.
UGH.

YOU KNOW,
REMY'S IS OPEN ALL NIGHT.

THEY'VE GOT THOSE BURGERS...

OH, AND THOSE SHAKES...

OH, WHY NOT?

MM.

SO HOW DID YOUR DATE GO?

SHE WAS KIND OF BORING.

DIDN'T TALK MUCH.
OH.

MR. JULY?

A LITTLE SELF-ABSORBED.
LOOKED IT.

REALLY?
YOU CAN TELL.

SOME PEOPLE JUST DON'T KNOW
HOW TO BEHAVE ON A DATE.

ESPECIALLY ON A FIRST DATE.
EXACTLY.