Castle (2009–2016): Season 2, Episode 24 - A Deadly Game - full transcript

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 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 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.

♪ Castle 2x24 ♪
A Deadly Game
Original air date on May 17, 2010

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.
Hey.

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.

You are so funny.

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!

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.

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.

Yeah, I told you.
It's the best coffee.

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.

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.