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.
I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?
Every writer needs inspiration. And I 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.
(Breathing heavily)
(Coin clatters, keypad beeps)
(Phone rings, line clicks)
(Man) This is Blackbird. Identification.
Designate 2-2-3. I am blown. I am blown.
This call is unauthorized, 2-2-3.
This line is not secure. Where is the safe house?
Negative, 2-2-3. You know the rules.
(Line disconnects, dial tone drones)
(Breathing heavily)
(Muffled gunfire) (Grunts)
(Cell phone rings)
We've got something between us nothing can change.
(Ringing) Oh, well, I suppose you're right in a way, Walter.
Sure, I'm right... Aren't you gonna answer that?
Nope.
Oh-- and neither are you.
Ahh. Who are you hiding from now?
(Clicks keyboard key) Gina.
Ohh. Forget an alimony payment?
No, this time she's not calling as my ex-wife.
She's calling as my publisher.
The first draft of my new manuscript was due yesterday,
and I haven't finished.
Why not? Haven't felt like writing.
And besides, I don't think I'm entirely happy
with where my characters are going.
Well... change them.
Working on it. What are you doing here?
I thought you had an audition for Williamstown tonight.
I do. Just came to pick up my lucky blouse.
(Alexis) Aah! I got in! I got in!
(Laughs) Oh, good.
Oh, my God. You got in. That's amazing! I can't b--
I don't--what-- what did you get into?
Princeton's summer program for High School students.
I thought you got wait-listed. Someone just canceled,
but we have to send them a deposit A.S.A.P.,
because it starts this weekend. This weekend?
I know we had plans, but-- not just plans--
Memorial Day, the Hamptons,
our annual "kick off the summer" week.
I mean, I got the illegal fireworks,
the kind you like, the ones with the silver starbursts.
Dad, it's Princeton.
I can't believe you would blow off illegal fireworks
for a lousy head start at a top-notch education.
I know. I'm a huge disappointment.
Now there are a bunch of forms you need to sign,
and I'll fill the rest out for you later.
Mm-hmm. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.
It says here that the, uh, the dorms are coed.
Yeah, it's college. (Chuckles) No.
No, it's a summer program for High School students
at a college.
According to this, half the kids in your building
will be 16- and 17-year-old boys.
Relax, dad. Each floor has a resident advisor who's 21.
Oh, so the one person in charge
is conveniently old enough to buy alcohol?
Darling, don't be such a prude.
Remember that trip you took to Italy with your class?
You were younger than Alexis is now.
Mother, if you had any idea what happened on that trip,
you would've never let me leave the house again.
Sometimes, the less you know, the better.
(Cell phone rings)
Ah.
(Ring)
Beckett.
You have a novel to finish.
Mnh-mnh-mnh. (Rings and beeps)
It's Castle.
It's kinda like a tradition--
you know, bonfires, roasting marshmallows,
telling ghost stories, sleeping late.
We've done it since she was 5.
Sounds nice. Kinda magical, actually.
Yeah, you know what? You should come.
Oh, it's right on the ocean. There's a secluded pool.
You could lay out, work on your tan.
Wow, Castle, you're working really hard
to see me in a swimsuit.
If you are not comfortable in a swimsuit,
you can just skinny-dip. (Police radio chatter)
(Camera shutter clicks) The vic's a white male,
multiple gunshot wounds to the chest.
Found him about an hour ago.
(Castle) Mugging?
Nah. He still has his watch, wallet and cash.
(Ryan) Then there's the matter of the phantom bullets.
Yeah, he took five to the chest.
There are no slugs, Shell casings.
The killer went so far as to dig his bullets
out of that tree branch right there.
That's weird. What about in the body?
They're all through and throughs.
Exit holes on each wound.
So our doer cleaned up after himself.
It takes real presence of mind
to put five bullets into a man's chest
and then keep your cool long enough
to pick up after yourself. Natural instinct is to run.
I would say we are most likely dealing with
a highly trained assassin.
Time of death?
Based on temperature and lividity,
I'd say between 11:00 P.M. and 1:00 A.M.
I.D.?
Shawn Caldwell. No driver's license,
but according to his work I.D.,
he was a consultant for F.G.S. In Midtown.
"Fastwater Global Services"?
Sounds like a CIA front.
(Chuckles) Found these in his pocket.
Company car keys.
There's no house keys on the chain.
There's a generic hotel key card.
In from out of town? Except the company address is local,
and so is his gym membership. All right.
Have C.S.U. Sweep the area, canvass the homeless people,
see if anyone saw or heard anything.
(Police radio chatter, camera shutter clicks)
(Receiver clatters)
Ocean view from my patio.
It does not get better than this.
What's wrong? I tried information, our database.
I even did an Internet search,
and it's like these guys don't even exist.
Who? Fastwater Global Services.
Ah! See? I told you. CIA cover.
No. I mean, they probably just don't like to advertise.
Yeah, well, I thought so as well,
so I checked their address-- 1747 West 43rd Street.
It's in the middle of the Hudson River.
So I went back and checked through his wallet
and looked at his I.D.S, his gym membership,
health insurance, even his ATM card--
they're all fakes. You run his name?
Yeah, there's about half a dozen Shawn Caldwells
in the tristate area, and none of them are a match.
What about his fingerprints? Not in our system.
(Ryan) Hey, Beckett. Hey, what'd you guys find?
Well, we spoke to some homeless guys who were camped
a couple hundred yards from the overpass last night.
They didn't see or hear anything.
Couple hundred yards? How do you not hear five gunshots?
Unless... He used a silencer.
To kill a man who went out of the way to hide who he was?
This is starting to sound more and more like a professional hit.
Yeah, well, we're nowhere until we figure out
who this guy actually is.
Why don't you guys go canvass the area
near the entrance to the park, see if you can find his car?
And fax his photo to the local hotels,
see if anyone recognizes his face. Right on.
You know, I-I was...
I was kidding about the assassin stuff.
(Cell phone rings)
That's Lanie. (Beeps)
Please tell me that you found something.
Well, I found nothing that sheds light
on the identity of your victim,
but I did find something that may help with your killer.
We know the shooter tried to scrub the crime scene
of ballistic evidence, but one of the rounds
shattered Mr. Caldwell's rib and left this little souvenir.
A bullet fragment? Can't tell the caliber,
but this polygonal rifling along the outer rim is
consistent with the barrel of a Glock. Hmm.
What? The grouping of the shots.
You see how tight they all are?
There's no stippling, no muzzle burns.
The killer must have shot from a distance.
Which means he's a very good shot.
(Cell phone rings and beeps)
Hi.
Great. Thanks. (Beep)
They found the car.
Car is registered to Allied Fleet Services,
a car rental agency.
(Castle) Oh, I hope they got the insurance option.
Who did they rent it to?
This particular car is on a long-term lease to F.G.S.
Fastwater Global Services.
Do they know they rented their car to a company that doesn't exist?
Oh, no. It exists, just not in New York.
All correspondence, billing and payments go through
a P.O. Box in the Cayman Islands. (Ryan) It gets even weirder.
In the trunk, we found these.
Euros.
5,000 of 'em, and...
(Camera shutter clicks)
That looks military. Yeah.
What's in the box?
A fancy pen. Nice!
A bag full of Euros, a high-tech heater
and a silent killer who leaves no trace... (Clicks and beeps)
(Man) Good evening, 2-2-3. Informant has been identified.
Ally contact will meet you at Café Moulin, 1315 hours...
I didn't--I didn't--
no, no, shh. With further instructions. Wear the pin and use
the following code phrase-- "Aren't you Steve's friend?"
Response, "no, Steve is my brother." Good luck, 2-2-3. (Beeps)
(Pop) Whoa!
(Crackles and sizzles) Yeow. Ow!
Well, now we know why our victim doesn't exist.
He's a spy.
We contacted the CIA, the FBI, the NSA and Homeland Security.
So far, all of them are denying that he was one of theirs.
Well, of course they're gonna deny it.
He was probably disavowed the moment he was killed,
making this officially the coolest case ever.
So what do you want us to do, sir?
Your job. Till someone more important tells us different,
treat this like a standard homicide case.
You go to the café. If this contact of his is an ally,
they may be willing to talk.
How are we gonna identify the... contact?
Same way our victim was going to.
(Indistinct conversations)
Bingo.
(Beckett) Her?
She's the only one here alone.
Aren't you Steve's friend?
(French accent) Pardon?
Aren't you Steve's friend?
Steve? No, no, I'm sorry. I don't know Steve.
Are you sure?
So he's not your brother?
Go away. Okay.
(Whispering) Wasn't her. Yeah, I gathered.
This all feel a little odd to you? What?
The old cloak-and-dagger, secret meetings, code words--
it all feels a little old-fashioned.
I mean, why meet face-to-face
when you can just send an encrypted e-mail?
Sometimes, you just have to do things off the grid.
Speaking of off the grid, I was serious about this weekend.
You're seriously asking me to your place in the Hamptons?
I promise, no funny stuff. Just a friendly getaway.
It'd be fun.
Yeah... no.
Y-you know, some of us have to work for a living.
On Memorial Day? Yes. I spent all of my vacation days
looking for a new place to live. Shh, shh, shh.
Aren't you Steve's friend?
No. Steve's my brother.
Brauer. Hans Brauer.
Shawn Caldwell. We don't have much time.
The target's in country, but on the move.
Go to Alpha location and look for the sign,
but Blackbird wants you to know, there are other assets in play.
So if they move on you, go to ground.
But if you get a shot, take it. Understood?
Understood.
Uh...
Wait.
My people need confirmation on the target's name.
What did you say? The target's name,
my people need confirmation.
Ah! (Woman screams)
Who are you? Uh--
(gun action clicks) NYPD!
Hands up.
Not you, Castle.
Right.
You people have no idea what you just stepped into.
No idea.
Why don't you tell us?
Because you don't want to know.
The things that I've seen?
Trust me...
Ignorance is bliss.
Who do you work for, the government?
Well, if not the government, then who?
What happened to the real Caldwell?
Dead. When?
Last night.
That means they know.
They know about what?
About the target?
About how you were going to take your shot?
Who's your target, Hans?
I spent three weeks in Afghanistan
with fire ants crawling on my privates.
Somehow I don't think your polite-but-stern routine
is gonna get you very far.
You can ask me whatever you want.
But let me tell you what's gonna happen here.
In just a little while, you will receive a phone call
from someone much more important than you.
Then they will tell you that there's been a misunderstanding,
and you will be instructed to release me.
You will do so grudgingly,
but you will do so nonetheless.
And you will watch me walk out of here into the night...
Never to be seen again.
What the hell are we into here?
Hopefully the Feds will have more luck.
Somehow I doubt it.
At least not in time to stop whatever he's planning.
(Esposito) Yo, Beckett.
That was the manager of the Carter Regency Hotel,
says he recognized our vic.
Guy checked in two days ago and never checked out.
Clear. Castle, check the bureau.
The safe is locked.
Open it. (Keypad beeping)
Whatever he was supposed to do, it was going down today.
He was scheduled to check out tomorrow.
It's more I.D.s
John Mason... Paul Chenausky.
Probably fake, too.
Castle.
What is it?
It's a security dossier.
Kofi Amandul.
Who's Kofi Amandul?
The minister of banking for the Republic of Luvania.
These were taken in front of the U.N.
This is the target.
This is who they're trying to kill.
I have to call the state department.
I don't think you have to.
While writing Derrick Storm, I became somewhat of an expert
on world geography.
You ever heard of the Republic of Luvania? -No.
Yeah, neither have I. You know why?
(Cell phone beeps) Because it doesn't exist.
I got a feeling Kofi Amandul doesn't exist either.
Then why would they try to kill someone who doesn't exist?
I think I know.
Come on.
(Ryan) Hey. So I just got back from ballistics.
That gun that we found in the victim's car...
(Castle) Let me guess, it's not real...
Because it's a game. What are you talking about?
This whole thing-- the fake I.D.s,
the dossiers, Luvania, the banking minister--
it's all part of a game.
Hey, come on. You're breaking the fourth wall here.
Listen, Hans, or whatever your name is, you see that woman?
She's a real cop. There's been a real murder,
and you are really under arrest.
If you don't start talking to us, you're gonna stay in jail...
(Door slams)
Real jail.
You're telling me this is real?
Very.
I'm really in jail?
Yes, you are really in jail.
(Growls) (Chuckles)
No, no, see--see I-I-- I thought that...
(Voice breaks) This isn't part of the experience?
What experience?
The company is called Spy-ventures.
They specialize in high-end spy-cations for thrill seekers.
Spy-cations?
Yeah, you want to be kidnapped and interrogated?
They got a package. You want to be a super spy?
They got a package. Their motto is "authenticity."
Right down to the offshore accounts,
false identifications and realistic weaponry.
All right. Find out who the hell's in charge.
Let's see if "authenticity" includes murder.
(Cell phone rings)
(Ringing)
(Sighs deeply) Are you still hiding from Gina?
She's persistent, I'll give her that.
You can't outrun her forever, darling.
Why don't I just talk to her? No! No!
(Laughs) No, no, no. (Speaks gibberish)
All right.
Ahh. Does the reemergence of summer hats
mean you'll be making an appearance in the Hamptons?
Alas, you're going to have to stagger along without me.
I got... the part!
Fantastic! Ah!
Oh-ho, I'm so proud! Thank you, thank you.
It's not the biggest role in the world,
but I do love summer stock.
(Sighs) You gonna be okay?
Why wouldn't I be?
I'm gonna be gone through August, Alexis is away, and...
I'll be fine. I'll, uh... I'll finish the book.
Good. What about Chet? He'll be all alone.
It's good for him to miss me. I don't want him to assume...
(Door opens) that I'm gonna always just be around.
(Door closes) Sweet place.
(Laughs) Oh! Everyone's here.
You were expecting to be alone?
No, you're just home early. This is Carter.
He's going to the Princeton program, too.
Is he now? Lovely to meet you, Carter.
Nice to meet you.
Um... I'll meet you in the kitchen.
Oh. Yeah.
I friended him on the program page
and found out he lived nearby, so we decided to hook up.
We just thought it'd be nice to go there knowing someone,
and our rooms are right across from each other.
(Sputters)
(Sighs) (Alexis) Hey, sorry about that...
How old would you say that kid is?
Old enough to do all the things you did when you were his age.
I'm really looking forward to it.
That's what I'm afraid of.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. James Patterson called.
He's gonna be a little late for the poker game tomorrow.
Probably wants to use the time to write another book.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Sighs)
(Laughs) -(Lowered voice) Good thing your Captain's not here.
This might be construed as inappropriate office behavior.
I'll see you later.
Yeah.
Didn't mean to break up your party.
No, no party. I was actually waiting for you.
We finally got ahold of someone from Spy-ventures.
The owners are meeting us at their offices.
Oh, yeah, and your ex-wife called.
She said that you've been avoiding her because you're late
delivering your manuscript of...
"Naked Heat."
That's a catchy title. When were you gonna tell me?
Well, I was waiting for the perfect time.
It just never happened.
She's naked on the cover again, isn't she?
Kinda, yeah. That's great.
No one's gonna make fun of me.
(Exhales) Good.
(Woman) That's Roger Farraday.
He was on the 4-day covert ops package,
culminating in a staged assassination
of a U.N. Diplomat. Stamford, Connecticut.
He lists his wife Melinda as his emergency contact.
Detective. We're--we're very sorry about the confusion.
We called as soon as we got your messages.
So the fake I.D.s, the Cayman Islands--
yeah, they're all part of the experience.
You have no idea how excited people get when they have to
wire their payment to an offshore account.
So your slogan is "authenticity."
Is it possible one of your other players took things too far?
Mr. Castle, uh, we take the safety of our guests
very seriously.
Our weapons look real, but their legal, inoperable
and rigged for game play.
So if one of the guests killed Roger,
they used their own weapon, not ours.
So the weapons are fake, but the money is real?
What money?
The 5,000 Euros we found in the car.
Uh... yeah, we--we do money drops sometimes,
but never with real currency.
That's more than he paid for his package.
Are you sure it was real? Positive.
What was Mr. Farraday doing in the park that night?
Was that a part of a mission? No, no, no.
The park is too dangerous to work at night.
And his last mission should've ended hours earlier.
What was his last mission?
Farraday? Yeah. I was his handler.
His last mission that day was the bus locker drop.
I checked it at 10:00. It was empty.
So we know he picked up the pen.
The one with the recording? Yeah.
His next activity was the café meet yesterday.
So where did he go between 10:00 and midnight?
And how did he end up in the park
with 5,000 Euros in his car?
Wasn't his last drop an accomplice mission?
(Beckett) An accomplice mission?
Well, sometimes we have players do tasks together,
not knowing if the other is friend or foe.
He was paired with designate 145, French Intelligence.
Andrea Fisher. If she was with him,
maybe she knows where he went next.
Recognize her?
Mais oui.
Oh, God. You both must think I'm so stupid,
the way that I acted in the café. All part of the game.
It's a vacation from yourself. That's what they say.
I mean, don't get me wrong. You know, I-I love my husband
and my kids, but--
but every time I go away, I'm-- I'm still a mom and a wife.
My husband said, "if you can pay for it, you can go."
So it took a lot of coupon clipping,
but I got to be a spy.
Our victim... how well did you know him?
We... had a couple of tasks together,
but--but we were always playing roles.
You were with Mr. Farraday when he did the bus station drop?
Yeah. Yeah, we, uh, we cracked the code, and, um,
we went to-- to get our packages.
Do you know where he went next?
To deliver the briefcase.
Briefcase? What briefcase?
It was in the locker.
I-I didn't get one, so I assumed it was a bonus mission.
Do you know what was in the briefcase?
I-I don't know. You have to ask them.
(Receiver clatters) That was Jason from Spy-ventures.
The only thing that was supposed to be in that locker
was a pen set, which he put in there himself.
He has no idea where that briefcase came from.
If the money and the briefcase weren't connected to the game,
maybe they're connected to each other. Hey.
Victim's wife and business partner--
they just I.D.'ed the body.
Can you check the lockers at the bus depot,
see if they're covered by cameras? Yeah, sure.
(Beckett) Please take a seat.
I don't want to sit down. They said it was safe.
They said it was all pretend.
We can't be sure that your husband's death
had anything to do with the game, Mrs. Farraday.
Can you think of a reason someone would want to harm Roger?
Roger was one of those guys everybody instantly liked.
Uh, that's why he was so good at his job.
We owned a dealership together, just outside Stamford.
Can't sell cars if people don't like you.
Who else knew that he was gonna be in the city?
Just Lee and I.
Eight years, Detective.
We were married for eight years.
And now he's dead?
(Beckett) You know, it used to be
if you were gonna have a midlife crisis,
you'd just buy a Ferrari, get a new girlfriend,
even jump out of a plane.
Shot in the park, money in his car--
makes you wonder what else he did to get his jollies.
Now that we know who he really is,
I've asked Esposito to look into his financials.
Maybe we'll see a red flag somewhere.
(Under breath) Oh, speaking of red flags.
(Normal voice) Hey, Demming.
Hey. Hey, Castle.
So you know that little place in Asbury I was telling you about,
around the corner from our beach house? Mm-hmm.
Well, they just had a reservation open up on Friday.
If we leave early enough, we could probably make it.
Yeah, um... will you let me check into it?
Great. I'll see you later.
Beach house?
Thought you were working this weekend.
Yeah, I'm sorry, Castle. I shoulda just told you.
I just didn't want things to be... awkward between us
now that Tom and I are... together.
No, I get it. Yeah.
No, you want your private life to be private.
Yeah, I-I just don't--
I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable.
No, of course not.
No, I mean...
actually, that makes what I was gonna say a little easier.
Um... well, with my book due, I was thinking
it'd be a good time for us to take a break.
A break?
Yeah. Well, God knows, you gotta be tired of me
following you around all the time,
and I really do need to get some work done.
With everyone gone, I figure, why not just
stay up in the Hamptons, you know?
Get away from the city for a while. Well, for how long?
The summer at least.
I thought this would be our last case.
(Ryan) Hey.
So, uh, we...
Everything okay? Great.
Yeah, fine. Uh, what'd you guys find?
(Ryan) Surveillance stills from the bus locker.
Your Long Island housewife was right.
Roger picked up the briefcase from locker 27-B
shortly before 10:00 P.M.
Great.
You don't want to know who put it in there?
Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. Yeah.
(Castle) That's Roger's handler from Spy-ventures.
He said the briefcase wasn't part of the game,
so why is he putting it in Roger's locker?
And why did he lie? Exactly.
What was in the briefcase, Hugo?
(Castle) We talked to your bosses, Hugo.
We know it wasn't part of the game.
And yet, you had one of your players
pick it up and deliver it for you.
And he just happened to end up dead.
I didn't know. You didn't know what?
Look, no one was supposed to get hurt. I just...
I needed someone to make the exchange.
What was in the briefcase, Hugo, drugs, money?
I.D.s. I.D.s?
Part of my job is to make the I.D. kits--
corporate badges, passports from nonexistent countries.
But with Jason's equipment,
you can forge counterfeit I.D.s for real countries, too.
But it's illegal.
But that didn't stop you, did it?
So who did you sell to?
College kids, mostly looking to buy beer.
And then you used game players to make the drops.
So if anybody got busted, they couldn't identify me.
I mean, these are college kids. They'd roll over
on their grandmothers if they got caught.
Well, something tells me that Roger wasn't killed
by a group of underaged college kids.
No, this last job, it was different.
I knew I shouldn't have taken it,
but they were paying so much money. Who?
They're Ukrainians. They found me on the Internet.
They said they needed passports.
I sent Roger to make the drop and pick up the money.
5,000 Euros.
He thought it was just another mission.
But something must have gone wrong.
After he made the drop, he called me on the hotline,
said he was being followed by a dark sedan.
A dark sedan? And what time was this?
11:30-ish.
Look, playing the game, it makes you paranoid.
So I just--I figured it was just his imagination.
So I gave him the standard line about evasive maneuvers.
I didn't really think he was being followed.
(Voice breaks) But he was.
He called again close to midnight
and said his cover had been blown.
I thought he was messing with me, so I shined him on.
(Voice breaking) I shined him on, and now he's dead.
I must have done something wrong.
I must have messed up the passports or s--
and they came after him and they killed him.
The briefcase-- where did he deliver it to?
Hugo, the Ukrainians,
I need an address now.
(Crash) (Indistinct shouting)
Clear!
Turn 'em around!
(Man) Get up there, now! (Man) Stay there! Stay there!
(Panting)
They're kids.
Yep.
They're Ukrainians, but they're students.
They're used to being able to drink back home,
but they needed fake I.D.s to buy booze here.
They got Hugo's information from another kid
in the summer program. Summer program?
Yeah, they're part of the summer exchange program
at Hudson University. Why? No reason.
Anyway, none of them own a dark sedan,
and seeing as how they all went out partying
the moment Roger dropped off the I.D.s,
it's doubtful any of them are our killer. -Mm.
You actually think he was being followed?
Well, he calls at 11:30 and then just before he's shot.
His car is damaged. He runs on foot into the park.
Sounds to me like he was running away.
But from whom?
Well, as much as I'd like to help you run down
every dark sedan in the city,
I have a poker game to host.
See you in the morning.
See ya.
(Footsteps approach)
So...
Castle's last case, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Ryan and I thought we'd do a little going away party.
Yeah. Well, it's not like he's leaving forever.
You sure about that?
Why do you think he's been following you around all this time?
What, research?
The guy has done enough research
to write 50 books.
Look... whatever the reason is,
I'm pretty sure it doesn't include
watching you be with another guy.
(Stephen) A murder in the middle of a spy game
where nobody knows what's going on?
I like that.
The Ukrainians are a nice twist.
So we've explained the money,
the gadgets and the briefcase.
The only thing we can't explain--why was he killed?
Maybe that's because you're looking in the wrong place.
All right, Patterson. Where would you look?
If I was writing this,
the murder would have nothing to do with the spy game
except that it gave the killer an opportunity to act.
Knowing that the trappings of the game would cover his tracks.
(Stephen) Which is pretty much what's happened.
Look, Rick, as much trouble as we go to with these novels,
there's only three reasons to commit a murder--
love, money and to cover up a crime.
(Michael) Cannell's right.
I'd spend more time looking at your victim
and less time looking at the game.
Personally, I'd spend more time writing
and less time hanging out with your cop friend.
I mean, really, Ricky, just one book a year?
Kinda thin, Rick.
She seems like more of a distraction
than a muse.
No, you're right.
I think I've gotten everything I can get
out of that relationship anyway. (Chip clatters)
(Footsteps approach)
Hey.
You ready?
Yeah. Yeah.
(Indistinct conversations)
Hey.
Uh...
I was just thinking...
May--
yeah.
I've been thinking...
Maybe we're looking in the wrong place.
Maybe the murder has nothing to do with the game.
Be it just afforded the killer
an opportunity to act.
That's so f-funny,
because I was thinking the same thing
when I woke up this morning,
that maybe we got so caught up in the game
that we stopped looking at what really mattered.
The victim.
Exactly. So check this out.
His financials came back clean.
But then we did a search on his business partner, Lee Copley,
and it turns out that he filed for bankruptcy two months ago--
overextended himself in real estate. Let me guess, if Roger dies,
his half of the business goes to Copley.
Over half a million dollars worth.
His wife did say, the only two people who knew
Roger was in the city were her and Copley.
And guess what Copley drives.
A dark sedan?
Roger was my friend. We grew up together.
Why would I kill him?
I can give you half a million reasons why.
What, because I'm having financial problems?
Because we just happen to own a business together?
Greed, Mr. Copley,
it's the purest motive there is. Oh, this is ridiculous.
Where were you the night that Roger Farraday was murdered?
I was home in bed.
Really? Then do you care to explain these?
These are photos of you leaving your apartment garage
at 8:00 the night that he was murdered.
And the phot of you returning the following morning
at 7:00 A.M. kinda blows a hole in your whole
"home in bed" thing. You lied to me, Mr. Copley.
Do you care to revise your statement?
8:00 P.M. that's plenty of time
to drive to the city from Stamford. What'd you do, Lee?
Wait for him at the hotel, follow him till he was alone?
No, I didn't. And then you used the game as cover.
No. Look, I swear, I didn't do it.
Right. You were at home in bed.
No, I wasn't... at home, but I was in bed...
With his wife.
I'm sorry. What?
I was in bed with Roger's wife.
Let me-- let me get this straight.
You-your alibi for killing your friend
is you were doing his-- his wife?
Yeah.
Wow.
What? You want me to say I'm sorry?
You want me to be embarrassed? I'm not.
Do you know how long it had been since Roger and I made love?
All he cared about was work and his extreme vacations.
So, yeah, I was seeing Lee.
Yeah, I was with him that night.
Well, if things were that bad, why not just get a divorce?
Are you serious? My house is too nice.
I can see why Roger needed
a little extra fantasy in his life. I talked to the wife's neighbors.
A few of them remember Lee's car outside the house that night.
Well, that doesn't mean anything.
The guy runs an auto dealership. He could've just switched cars.
True, except it was a warm night,
warm enough to leave the windows open. Oh, no.
Oh, yes. The next-door neighbor distinctly remembers
hearing the sounds of loud, passionate lovemaking
coming from the open bedroom window.
Kept him up till well past midnight. I don't buy it.
They both had motive.
They were having an affair. They knew exactly where he was.
Just because they had an alibi does not mean they didn't do it.
Do you think they hired someone?
It had all the hallmarks of a professional hit.
Well, it couldn't have been Lee unless he asked
the bankruptcy court for permission to hire a hit man,
and I don't think that's likely.
And the only unusual charge on the Farradays' account
was the 10 grand that Roger wired to
the Spy-ventures account in the Cayman Islands.
10 grand? Yeah, why?
Because he only should've paid half that much.
Do you remember what the woman at Spy-ventures
said about the money we found in the car?
Yeah, that 5,000 Euros was more than what he paid
for his entire spy-cation.
His bank statement indicates he transferred
2 payments of 5 grand each to the game,
for a total of $10,000.
(Castle) The payments were made at the same time,
almost like he paid twice.
If these numbers are correct, he did pay twice--
once for him, once for another player. (Beckett) Another player?
Who was the other player?
Andrea Fisher.
Our Long Island housewife?
She said she never met Roger
until they were teamed up for the game.
Well, if they never met, why did he pay for her?
There must be some mistake.
(Papers rustle)
We checked with the bank, Mrs. Fisher.
There is no mistake.
We checked with the bank, you never paid Spy-ventures.
But Roger did.
(Children speaking indistinctly)
The coupon clipping was a nice touch, though.
I assume that was for your husband's benefit?
What was the nature of your relationship
with Roger Farraday?
(Children continue speaking indistinctly)
We were, um... (Clears throat)
friends.
When did the two of you first meet?
(Children continue speaking indistinctly)
Last year.
I was, uh, I was taking my daughter Shelby
into, uh, the city for dance classes.
After I dropped her off, I'd go to the museum.
Every week, I'd see him,
standing in front of Monet's "Water Lilies."
You know, for an hour, it wasn't "mommy can you do this"
or "honey can you do that." You know, I was me.
Oh, God.
After a few weeks, the museum turned into a hotel.
And... then Shelby's dance classes ended.
You had no excuse to go into the city anymore.
When we first met, we pretended to be spies,
exchanging secrets at the museum.
Roger thought, why not have a real-life spy adventure?
And we could have one last time together. (Door opens)
(Man) Hey, hon. I'm back.
(Whispers) Oh, my God. Please don't tell my husband.
We don't have to, Mrs. Fisher.
He already knows.
(Door closes)
What's going on?
Mr. Fischer, I'm Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD.
What's this about?
You own a black 2009 4-door sedan?
Yeah. Why?
Where is it? It's in the shop.
I hit a pole while I was backing out at the supermarket.
You're a much better shot than you are a liar.
The state of New York lists you as a registered gun owner--
Glock 45.
(Crying) Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. What did you do to him?
(Sobs)
What he deserved.
(Whispers) Oh, my God.
So Roger was right about being followed that night.
Well, when the husband got on to the affair,
he did a little spy game of his own--
tracked down and killed his wife's lover.
Mm. Two affairs, a loveless marriage...
It's sad a man had to die because all the people involved
were too scared to say what they really felt.
(Castle speaking indistinctly) Yes, it is sad.
And how many shows like that?
Mm-hmm. Sure. Well, make it two, and you got a deal. All right.
Hey, I gotta run. I gotta drive Alexis to Princeton.
But I will be back in time for that little surprise party
the boys are throwing for me-- what? What?
Nothing.
Okay. I'll see you.
Mm-hmm.
It's like a real restaurant-style
cappuccino machine.
(Demming speaks indistinctly)
Oops!
Is there anything you're not bringing?
You. Are you sure you're gonna be okay?
This is the first time you've ever been alone this long.
I'm supposed to be saying that to you.
And besides, I might not be alone for very long.
You invited someone?
She said no at first, but I got a feeling she'll come around.
Oh. Is it anyone I know?
I don't kiss and tell.
Wow. It looks like I'm not the only one
who's getting lucky this summer. (Suitcase clatters)
Kidding. Kidding.
I'm just--I'm just kidding.
That's not funny. Oh, that's so not funny.
It's not just this weekend we're talking about, is it?
No.
Was it something I said, Kate?
Or something I did?
No. You're great.
You're really great, and I really like you.
It's just, I don't think
that this is what I'm looking for right now.
Well, what is it you're looking for, Kate?
(Castle) It was very emotional.
Yeah, there were a lot of tears.
Um, Alexis was fine, by the way.
(All laugh)
Ah. (Laughs)
I gotta say, Castle,
we're gonna miss you around here.
Yeah, I'm gonna miss you, too.
You're still leaving the coffee machine, though, right?
I can't have you suffer in my absence. Oh, that's good.
Oh, we could really use one of those down in the morgue.
With Castle gone, I just hope our clearance rate doesn't drop. (All laugh)
(Ryan) Look at that. He's getting on us already.
Oh! Look who's off duty.
Yeah, well, Castle, I'm not all work.
Don't get into a drinking contest with her.
She can take you. Thank you.
Oh, I don't need to drink to take him.
Ooh! -What's gotten into you? (Montgomery laughs)
Castle, do you have a second?
Of course. Yeah.
What's up?
Look... I know that I'm not
the easiest person to get to know,
and... I don't always let on what's on my mind.
But... this past year, working with you...
I've had a really good time.
Yeah. Me, too.
So I'm--I'm just gonna say this and--
(Gina) Richard... You ready?
Hey, Gina.
Um, Beckett, you remember Gina, my ex-wife.
And publisher.
Yes. Yeah, we spoke the other day.
Looks like you finally tracked him down. Oh, yeah.
He's such a little boy sometimes.
I mean, I don't know why. It's not like I bite... much.
(Chuckles) Well, we better get going
or we're gonna be stuck in traffic all night. -Going?
To the Hamptons. For the weekend?
No, for the summer, actually.
So I can stay on top of him while he finishes his book.
(Chuckles) I'm sorry.
I-I didn't think the two of you got along.
We didn't. But then last night on the phone,
we started talking...
and we ended up talking for hours. Yeah.
Just like old times. Yeah.
So...
(Clears throat) I'm sorry.
You were, uh, you were telling me something.
Yeah, I wanted to say, have a great summer.
You, too.
A-and like you said,
it's--it's been really, really great.
Yeah... it has.
Well--oh.
Just...
See you in the fall?
See you in the fall.
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