Castle (2009–2016): Season 3, Episode 5 - Anatomy of a Murder - 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.
Aah!

Beckett?
Could you get some backup, please?

And thanks to my friendship
with the Mayor,

I get to be on her case.
Oh!

Do I look like a killer to you?
Yes, you kill my patience.

And together,
we catch killers.

I hate this case.
I know. Isn't it great?

Ephraim Mankofsky,

or simply Mank,
as he liked to be called,

lived a fruitful life.

A proud father
of ten wonderful children...

Mank was so very,
very blessed.

Ah!

Oh!
Oh.

Who's the shiksa?

I'm thinking
bubblegum fantasy...

Mm-Hmm
or maybe frosted iris.

I'm thinking tickle-the-toe red.
It's my go-to color.

Oh.

You expecting someone?

Gina got promotional freebies
at a new spa

and asked us if we wanted to go
get manis, pedis, and massages.

And you're going?

When it comes to
your ex-wife, darling,

perks outweigh
personal considerations.

- Hello.
- Hello.

You look great.
Well, thank you.

Uh, am I invited?

Uh, no.
It's a girls' day out.

I want to spend time
with Martha and Alexis.

Uh, but I love massages,

and I don't want
the three of you conspiring.

Don't worry, dad.

We've got a lot of other stuff
to talk about.

I want to hear all about
Alexis' new boyfriend

from her point of view.

Did you know
that they have a song?

You have a song?

Yeah. Taylor Swift's "Mine."

It was playing the first time
Ash and I kissed-

La, la, la, la.

I don't want to hear that.

That's why I wanted
those tickets so badly.

Taylor's playing an exclusive
acoustic show on Tuesday,

and I wanted to take Ash,
but it was sold out

before we could get tickets.

Well, have you checked on eBay
or your father's ticket broker?

The only ones available

would've cost Ash and I
six years of allowance...

Ah, well.
Each.

- Mm.
- Do you remember our song?

AC/DC's "You Shook Me
All Night Long."

La, la, la, la.
Don't want to hear it.
Ohh.

You girls have a great day.

Remember, it won't be
the same without me.
No.

Mm.

Mm. Looks like
you have plans anyway.

Don't we usually get to
the victim before the funeral?

What have we got?

Mourners found a body
in the casket.

And that's unusual how?

Well,
the family was bidding

a fond farewell
to Mr. Mank here,

and discovered that he wasn't
going to the grave alone.

Is it just me,
or is Mr. Mank smiling?

Our stowaway
is Dr. Valerie Monroe,

an attending internist
at County Hospital.

A doctor? Any connection
to the deceased?

Ryan's talking
to the family now

Cause of death?

Liver failure.
He drank like a fish.

We may know what killed
Mr. Mank,

but your dead doctor here
is more of a mystery.

No bullet holes, stab wounds
or ligature marks.

She has a perimortem bruise

on the back of her neck here,

but it wasn't severe enough
to have been fatal.

Lividity indicates she died

sometime between
7:00 and 9:00 last night.

But until I can perform
an autopsy,

cause of death is unknown.

Well, what we do know

is that somebody was trying
to get rid of her body.

Along with her purse
and her phone.

You know, it's kind of brilliant
when you think about it--

disappearing a body
in an already occupied coffin.

And because
Jewish tradition demands

that you bury the body
right away,

there's less time
to get caught.

And if it wasn't for
the pallbearers' fumble,

the good doctor would've
disappeared forever.

All right. Talk to
the funeral director.

See if anyone had access to this
coffin in the last 24 hours.

I'm telling you,
I don't know her.

I've never seen her before,

and I have no idea how
her body got in that casket.

This morning when I came in,

I found one of
my back windows smashed.

So you're saying somebody
broke in here

and stashed a body
in one of your coffins?

I called the police,
but since nothing was missing,

you guys didn't bother
showinup. Maybe if you had,

I wouldn't have Mrs. Manks
out for my blood.

So according
to County Hospital,

Dr. Monroe finished her shift
at 6:00 P.M. last night,

which is about an hour or two
before she was murdered,

so hopefully her colleagues
will be able to tell us

where she was headed.

Castle, stop playing
with her phone.

I wasn't playing.

I wasn't. The last
Web searches on her phone

were after
6:00 P.M. yesterday.

She was looking for a hotel
in Katonah, New York.

I thought
it might be relevant.

Oh.

She also has
the new slot car app,

so I'm thinking maybe she has
friends or family in Katonah.

Or perhaps she was planning
a liaison with her lover.

Her boyfriend found out,

and killed her
in a jealous rage.

Yeah, no visible marks
on her body

other than a small bruise
on the back of her neck--

that sounds like
a jealous rage to me.

Castle.

For you.
Oh, yes! Thank you.

Are you
getting mail here now?

Only when I don't want
my daughter to see it.

♪ La ♪

You're a Taylor swift fan?

They're for Alexis.

Oh.

Cost me an arm and a leg,
but Alexis will be thrilled.

Apparently she and Ash
have a song.

Yeah? Well, we have
a song as well.

- We do?
- Mm-Hmm.

"You Talk Too Much"
by Clarence Carter.

Hey. Funeral director's
story checked out.

- Somebody did break in.
- Did you get any foreign prints

on the casket or the window?

Sorry. Struck out.

But we may have
another at bat.

Dr. Monroe's financials,
and I found something unusual.

Almost every morning,
she bought coffee--

a doctor who buys coffee?
Wow. That is unusual.

It is if the coffee shop is
20 blocks from her apartment.

Maybe it's on her way
to work

Nope.
Complete opposite direction.

Boyfriend
in the neighborhood?

On my way to find out.

Great. Now he's mad at me.

Beckett.

I found these on
the victim's clothes and hair--

Gray nylon.

Carpet fibers?

Sent 'em over to the lab

to see if they could
determine the manufacturer.

How about cause of death?

Well, that's where things
get a little interesting.

The bruise on her head
was made with a blunt object.

Mm-Hmm.
May have knocked her out,

but as I suspected,
it's not what killed her.

I found a needle mark
on the side of her neck.

She was injected
with a syringe.

She was poisoned?

Not exactly.

The killer inserted the needle
of an empty syringe

into Dr. Monroe's
carotid artery,

then pushed the plunger,

forcing air directly into
the brain, causing a fatal--

- air embolism.
- Gold star for Castle.

And judging by the skill
of the injection,

I'd say it was done
by a medical professional.

Like one her colleagues
at County Hospital.

Looks like someone gave her
20 cc's of death.

♪ Castle 3x05 ♪
Anatomy of a Murder
Original Air Date on October 18, 2010

You know,
with the state of health care

and how stressful this can be
for families and for patients,

I'm surprised that
more medical professionals

aren't killed every day.

Yeah, not to mention
the betrayal,

the lust, the bed hopping.

I've watched enough
medical dramas to know

that doctors are notorious
for sleeping with each other.

I bet, as we speak,
in this hospital,

two doctors are
in a break room doing it,

and by "it," I mean--

I know what "it" means, Castle,
and that is just a fantasy.

Four out of five doctors

prefer sleeping with someone
outside of their profession.

Four out of five?

Mm-Hmm.

How many of them
like detectives?

One that I know of.

Whoa. You mean
motorcycle boy is a doctor?

"Man," Castle.
Motorcycle man.

Fine, but he's a doctor?

Yeah, he is.

Huh.

What kind of doctor?
Urologist?

Proctologist?

Don't tell me
he's a gynecologist.

He's a cardiac surgeon.

Oh. A cardiac surgeon.
Wow. That's--

impressive. Yes, it is,

in fact, he did an emergency
bypass on someone this morning,

saved the patient's life.

What'd you do this morning,
Castle?

Made waffles.

A patient could be terminal
and would suddenly just smile

every time Dr. Monroe
walked into a room.

It's a huge, huge loss
for us.

Did she have any family?

Uh, a brother, I think,
in San Diego.

Boyfriend?

Not that she ever mentioned.

She used to always say that
the hospital was her family.

Was there any friction
with any of her colleagues?

Well, yesterday,

just before the end
of her shift,

Dr. Monroe had a private meeting
with one of our nurses.

Is that unusual?

No, but, um, the nurse
came out of the meeting

looking shaken.

I asked Dr. Monroe
about the meeting,

and she said that it was
a personal situation

that she was looking into
and trying to solve.

I'll need to speak
with that nurse.

Nurse McClintock? Of course.

Personal situation
with a nurse--

you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Probably not.

Hospital love triangle.

Check it out--
our dead Dr. Monroe,

she's hot and heavy
with her manly mcdreamy,

until she catches him
in the on-call room

with his scrubs
around his ankles,

shagging
naughty nurse McClintock.

Then the inevitable catfight
ensues

between said nurse
and Dr. Monroe--

a catfight to the death.

Ooh, that's a good title
for something.

"Catfight to the death."

How much TV
do you actually watch?

Enough to know

that this nurse McClintock
will probably be super hot.

Detective.

You wanted to see me.

And you are?

Nurse McClintock.

Care to revise your theory?

Not what I was expecting,
but no, I'll stand by it.

Hey, Greg.

Hey, Dr. Akerman.

So what can I do
for you?

Well, we're here
about Dr. Monroe's murder.

Yeah, it's pretty awful.

We understand that you had
a meeting with her

right before her shift ended
last night.

Yeah. I saw her.

I love the way your hair
frames your face.

Do you always
wear it like that?

Uh, for work, yeah,
but, uh, so about Dr. Monroe?

Hey, Greg.

Hey, Dr. Phelps.

You seem, uh, pretty popular
around here.

Though from what we've heard,

maybe not so much
with Dr. Monroe.

What did you meet with her about
last night?

Nothing, really. It's just,

she thought I was too flirty
with her female residents.

Imagine that.

What's wrong
with being friendly?

So what happened afterwards?

I walked her
to the ambulance dock

and promised to keep
my distance from her residents.

She thanked me,
and then headed off

with some guy
I'd never seen before.

Hmm. So you walked
Dr. Monroe out

and then conveniently saw her
with some mystery man.

That's what happened.

Oh.

Where were you last night
between 7:00 and 9:00?

Are you asking
for my alibi?

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

Okay. Uh, I was...

Getting coffee with Imani.

I mean, Dr. Phelps.

Uh--
no, wait.

At that time,
I was with Rhonda--

Dr. Chimes.

You can ask her.
She'll verify where I was.

Dr. Rhonda Chimes,
who's smokin' hot, by the way,

confirms his story.

She went on and on about
how Greg's such a great listener

and brings her all these cute
"thinking of you" gifts.

Well, I knew my "homicidal hospital
love triangle" theory had weight.

That makes Greg mcdreamy.

See, that's what I thought,
but Dr. Chimes says

the relationship
was strictly platonic.

So I spoke to more members
of the staff,

and that's when I found
the others.

"The others"?

The other women
in what I call...

The galaxy of Greg.

Each one of these women
orbits Greg

and considers him to be
their special friend.

Well, that totally
makes him mcsteamy.

Nope. Spoke with all
the planets in the galaxy,

and none of them
are sleeping with him.

And C.S.U. did a sweep
of the facility.

None of their carpeting
matches the fibers

they found from the body.

No, makes no sense.
Why spend all that time

listening to women
and buying them things

if you're not gonna try
and sleep with them?

Beckett's here.

Maybe Greg is gay.

With the way he was hitting
on me? No. He's so not gay.

Well, he's working an angle
or he's hiding something.

He's not the only one.

Our victim's student loans.

Since graduating med school,

Dr. Monroe has been regularly
making minimum-amount payments

on her $440,000 student loan.

That's how much it costs
to become a doctor?

Glad I became a cop.

And without any increase
in pay at the hospital,

6 months ago, she started
paying $10,000 a week.

40 grand a month?

Any idea where the money
was coming from?

Not from a bank account.
From money orders.

So someone was making
the payments on her behalf.
Mm-Hmm.

Just got a fax
from hospital security.

They got this off
the ambulance dock camera.

Your boy Greg was telling
the truth. Dr. Monroe did

head out with another guy.
Security showed

this photo around,
but no one recognized him.

Well, whoever this man is,
he might have been

the last one to see
Dr. Monroe alive.

Especially if he killed her.

I'm home,
and guess what I've--

Dad, Gina got tickets
for Taylor Swift!
What?

They're front row, center,
and come with backstage passes.

We're going to meet her.

That's great.

We just made a deal
for her autobiography.

It's no big deal.

I gotta call Ash.
He's gonna be so excited.

I can't believe
you did that.

What?

I got tickets.

I mean, you didn't even call me
to ask me if it was okay?

I didn't imagine
that you would disapprove,

and Alexis was delighted.

No, that's not the point.

No, it's not. The point is
that I was trying

to do something nice
for Alexis.

And apparently,
all you can see is that I...

Stole your hero moment.

That's not--

Good night.

Any luck
on the mystery guy?

No, sir. Nothing yet.

Listen, go on home. You can
start fresh in the morning.

Uh, no--

I wouldn't leave just yet.

Where you been?

- Getting coffee.
- All day?

At Dr. Monroe's coffee shop.

Turns out it's right next to
the Faircross Hotel.

I showed the manager
Dr. Monroe's picture.

And?

Pay dirt.
Several nights a week...

Our victim was
spending the night in a suite

belonging to a permanent
resident--one Cesar Calderon.

The drug lord?

Mm-Hmm.

They call him el diablo,
the devil.

They say Calderon
was responsible

for half the coke
on the streets in the '80s,

but he was so big,
no one could touch him.

So what was
our Saint of a doctor

doing spending the night
with a drug lord?

Nightly visits,
mystery cash gifts--

sounds like Valerie Monroe
was the devil's mistress.

A known criminal
living in a swanky hotel.

Very Al Capone.

A murdered mistress,

a brutal
Columbian drug lord--

what do you think,
revenge from a rival cartel,

a drug deal gone wrong?

Maybe murder is simply
Calderon's way of saying

"I'm just not that into you."

I don't know. An air embolism

doesn't exactly strike me
like a drug lord's M.O.

Unless...

Calderon did that on purpose

to throw suspicion
towards the hospital staff

on the off chance
the body was found.

The thing I don't get
is how a respected doctor

could literally get into bed
with a known drug lord.

Ah, ladies love the bad boys.

Mm.

Cesar "el diablo" Calderon...
Ultimate bad boy.

I mean, who knows what kind
of twisted, depraved,

unholy world
we're about to step into.

Sir,
I'm Detective Kate Beckett.

This is Richard Castle.

We need to speak
with Cesar Calderon.

I'm sorry. I think
you have the wrong room.

I don't know anyone named--

Richard Castle?
The Richard Castle?

Let them come, Manolo.
Let 'em in.

Welcome. Welcome.

Mr. Calderon,
I'm Detective Kate Beckett.

Pleasure. And you, sir,
need no introduction.

I am a huge admirer
of your fictions.

Whenever I desire a taste
of my old, grittier life,

I call upon your works.

My favorite
is Nikki Fuego.

Nikki Fue--
oh, you mean Nikki Heat.

No, I mean Nikki Fuego.

I only read
the Spanish translations.

Have you read
your novels in Spanish?

No.

Oh, you should.
Everything is better in Spanish.

Please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So...

A best-selling novelist

and a... gorgeous Detective

have come to pay me a visit.

Why?

We're investigating
a murder.

Ah. How exciting.
Who's the victim?

Dr. Valerie Monroe.

Valerie Monroe? No.

Valerie is dead?

What was your relationship
with Dr. Monroe?

She, uh...

She was my, uh...

My... private physician.

I have a bad heart.

Six months ago,
I had a heart attack.

My...

My brother Manuel
took me to the hospital.

Valerie was there, and...

She took care of me.

I offered her a position

as my concierge...

Physician.

Two nights a week,

my brother is my caregiver.

The other five--Valerie.

That explains the money.

So she was
just your doctor?

No, she was my--

my miracle worker.

She gave me back
my strength.

Valerie...

Forced me back into the world.

She made me
walk beside her.

At night, sometimes we would
drive in to the park.

Whoever did this evil
must be punished.

We intend to do just that,
Mr. Calderon.

Where were you between
7:00 and 9:00 last night?

I was right here.

I ordered room service.

The hotel staff
can attest to that.

The carpet's brown, not gray.

She wasn't killed here.

Do you recognize
this man?

No.

Is he the one
who killed her?

All we know is that he was
with her just before she died.

I've seen this man before.

A few times,

Valerie had me drop her off
at a diner by her place.

This man
was sometimes waiting.

Do you remember
the name of the diner?

The waitstaff said
he's a lunch regular,

but he hasn't
been in yet today.

They don't know his name.

Ah. Maybe he killed Dr. Monroe
and then got outta dodge.

Maybe. Let's just
wait here, though.

Calderon's alibi?

The hotel staff
confirmed it.

How'd Alexis' surprise go?

Turns out,
surprise was on me.

Gina got her tickets, too--
front row,

backstage access.

You say that
like it's a bad thing.

Well, she should've checked
with me first.
Maybe.

But at least it means, she cared
enough to do it, right?

There he is.

Excuse me, sir.

NYPD. We need
to ask you a few questions

about Dr. Valerie Monroe.

You want talk about Valerie,
call my office.

If you don't cooperate,

I'm gonna be forced
to arrest you.

Hey, drop it!

No, you drop it.

Leonard Maloney,
Attorney General's office.

What the hell's going on?

We're investigating
the murder of Dr. Monroe.

Murder? Valerie's dead?

Exactly how did you know her?

She was working for me...

Undercover.

It's like
an Alfred Hitchcock movie--

a beautiful professional

goes undercover
to trap an infamous drug lord.

Drug lord?

Cesar caldron--the target
of your investigation.

Calderon? No.

The investigation of Calderon's
way above my pay grade.

Besides, he's been out
of the drug game for years.

Then what was your target?

County Hospital.
The state comptroller

was investigating
misappropriations of funds,

prescription fraud,
and equipment theft.

Medical fraud?

And we couldn't find
the source,

so, uh, I asked Dr. Monroe

to be our eyes and ears
on the inside.

And did she find anything?

No. And then, uh,
the day before yesterday,

she calls me out of the blue
and wants to meet.

By the ambulance dock.

When I got there, she said
she was on to something

that involved prescription fraud
and a possible smuggling ring.

But, uh, she didn't want
to point fingers

until she had verified some
things up North this weekend.

Up North?

The searches on Dr. Monroe's
phone--Katonah, New York.

What
does a smuggling ring

have to do with Katonah?

It's basically a nothing town.

Three reasons
why Katonah is awesome--

one, gorgeous countrysides,
two, it's where

"Doonesbury" cartoonist
Garry Trudeau went to school,

and three, and perhaps
most importantly...

It's where
Martha Stewart lives.

You like Martha Stewart?

Doesn't everyone?

Yeah, I-I liked her,

until she went to prison
for insider trading.

Wait a minute. Prison. Next to
Katonah is Bedford Hills.

And what's in Bedford Hills,
Detective?

There's a women's prison.

Do you think
she suspected someone there?

If we're talking about

a field trip to
a women's prison, I'm in.

Easy, tiger.
Listen, call the prison,

have 'em fax over the visitor's
log for the past six months

and an inmate list.

See if anyone there connects
to the hospital or our victim.

Okay.

Uh, if we're talking about
wading through

hospital staff lists
and prison logs, I'm out.

Besides... I've got
some amends to make,

and it's gonna take
a little bribery.

Okay, Rick.
I'm here.

What's so important?

What is this?

Well, nothing says...

"I'm an ass"

like a bunch
of helium-filled rubber.

And you're not smiling.

No.

It's just, uh...

That I had this sick feeling
all day.

I felt like we had
had this fight before,

and then I remembered
the doll debacle.

You bought a doll
for Alexis for Christmas.

And you already had one

stashed away in the closet
as a surprise.

And it was a battle deciding
which one she would keep.

And you won, like always.

But yours was so creepy.
Its eyes followed you.

This is exactly
what I'm talking about, Rick.

Even when we were married,
you built a wall around Alexis,

like you didn't want
anyone else to be close to her.

When it came
to the two of you,

I was on the outside,
looking in.

I just...

I don't want to feel
like an outsider anymore.

She's growing up.

She has a boyfriend now.

You want to know the truth?

I feel like
an outsider, too.

But you're very right.

And I was wrong.

And you should be
the hero this time.

That's sweet.

You're sweet.

Hello.
Yeah.

So how did it go with
the amends last night?

Did bribery work?

That and sincerity.

Well, it's always
a good combination.

Mm-Hmm. How goes
the haystack? Any needles?

More like a pitchfork.

There's no record of Dr. Monroe
ever visiting the prison,

but the logs do show

that another member of
the hospital staff was making

weekly visits to
Bedford Hills prison facility.

Anyone we know?

Oh, yeah.

Nurse Greg, seriously?

Seriously.
For the past three years,

Greg has been making
weekly visits

to an inmate named Amy Porter,
who is doing 30 years to life

for her role
as a getaway driver

in a failed robbery where
a security guard was killed.

So I did a little bit
of digging,

and apparently, Greg was her
character witness at her trial.

Amy is Greg's girlfriend.

Mm-Hmm.

Dr. Monroe was on to

prescription fraud
and a smuggling ring.

She thought Greg was
stealing meds from the hospital

and smuggling them into Amy.

For her to distribute
on the inside.

So I was right.
Greg was working an angle.

He was friends with all these
women so they would help him.

Probably without
any of them realizing it,

so I asked the prison warden
to go and search Amy's cell

and then bring her down here
for questioning.

Yo. I just got off the phone

with the warden
from Bedford Hills.

Amy Porter suffered a stroke
this morning.

At 25?

They sent her
to County Hospital.

Here? Why not bring her
to a hospital

a little closer to the prison?

Well, county is
the nearest hospital

with a secured Ward.

And that's also
where Greg works.

Dr. Phelps.
Dr. Phelps, we understand

that you're treating
a patient named Amy Porter.

She's a prison transfer.

I was. Unfortunately, she died
while having an M.R.I.

She's dead?
Where's the body?

Greg switched the body.

This wasn't about smuggling
something into jail.

It was about smuggling
something out. Oh!

Greg pulled a prison break.

- A prison break?
- Yes, sir.

We swept the hospital, but we
didn't find either of them.

Turns out Greg isn't
mcdreamy or mcsteamy.

- He's mcschemey.
- Do we know how he pulled this off?

Well, sir, after reviewing
the evidence,

and also with
Dr. Parish's expertise,

we think
that we figured it out.

The key was forging friendships
with specific doctors

who could provide
documents and drugs.

That's why he was just friends
and not sleeping with them all.

He was committed to Amy
the whole time.

Without knowing it, every woman
in the galaxy of Greg

helped him
with his escape plan--

signatures
on death certificates,

medical orders, body releases.

O-okay, but how did he
fake Amy's death?

Pharmacist Lissa Akerman
gave Greg a container

of acetyl hexapeptide-3.

It's a botox-like
topical cream,

effective in small doses.

Akerman thought it was
a gift for Greg's mother,

but Greg instead
smuggled it into Amy.

Amy lathered half her face with
it, temporarily diminishing

her facial muscles' ability
to contract.

Simulating a stroke.

And then according
to prison protocol, Amy was sent to county

to receive advanced medical treatment.
And like any good physician,

Dr. Phelps immediately ordered an M.R.I.

Kicking Greg's plan
into high gear.

Greg used his connections at the E.R.
to get both morphine and naloxone.

When he escorted Amy
into the MR.I.,

he gave her enough morphine
to cause her vital signs to drop

to where she had
no recordable pulse.

Creating the illusion of death,

and since Amy had
a do-not-resuscitate order...

- Uh, courtesy of Dr. Zha...
- She was pronounced dead.

Not wanting to waste a second,
Greg wheels Amy into the morgue.

And then injects her
with the naloxone,

- bringing her out of the O.D.
- Very "Pulp Fiction."

And very dangerous,
but effective.

Greg had the morgue supervisor

sign all of the documents
necessary to release the body,

and then placed
Jane Doe's body in Amy's bag.

Then like
any other couple in love,

they walked arm in arm out of the hospital
and into the sunrise...

Risking everything for love.

If it weren't for the fact that
Dr. Monroe was killed... - Mm.

- It'd be a pretty romantic story.
- Hold on now.

I thought Greg had a solid alibi
for her murder.

Well, sir, we think that an accomplice
was helping him out.

So we're looking in
to known associates,

and we've also got a team out
at Greg's apartment

looking to see
if they can find any leads.

We're also monitoring
his credit cards,

and we've issued A.P.B.s
for the tristate area,

but given all of the planning,

they probably already had
an escape route planned.

- But if we're lucky, we'll catch a break.
- I think we just did.

Greg's letters to Amy.

If they've been planning this for a long
time, there's gotta be a clue in the letters.

Call the crew over at Greg's.

If we can find Amy's letters to Greg,
then we'll have a full set.

Yes, sir.

These are just love notes.
There's nothing in here about the escape.

Well, then we have to look
at these like a romance novel,
not a murder mystery.

These people are baring
their souls in these letters,

and if we're lucky,
we'll find our zihuatenjo.

In "The Shawshank Redemption,"
Andy was trying...

No, I know what it is.
I'm a cop. I've seen the movie.

It's just, there's nothing
about that in here.

The only thing that Amy talks
about is being innocent

of the crime she was convicted of
and how much she misses Greg.

Yeah, it's pretty clear Greg
misses her, too.

Listen to this. "The days
without you grow longer,

- but my love for you grows"...
- Stronger?

"Harder."

A poet he's not.

Yeah, well, not everyone is
a best-selling crime novelist.

And it doesn't mean that
their love was any less.

Listen to what
she wrote to him.

"I can't bear
to see you suffer.

"Make a new life with someone else.
Just be happy.

If anyone deserves it,
it's you."

I think I have
his response to that.

"I don't believe in much,
but I believe in us."

- I like this guy.
- Mm-hmm.

"And no matter the obstacles,
no matter how hard you try,

you'll never get rid of me.
I love you."

You're right.
These are worthless.

Uh, so two lovers reunite
after three years.

- Where would you go?
- A motel.

Really?
That's what you call "special"?

Well, I'm assuming
they're on a budget.

All right, where's
the first place you'd go?

I don't know.
Someplace romantic.

Someplace with
special meaning maybe.

Like the first place they met?

Yeah. "I'll never forget

"the first time I laid eyes
on you that cold, rainy night

inside the Burgeropolis in Hillsdale."

Hillsdale, New Jersey.

Burgeropolis?

You think that's their special place?

Yeah. No, that's...
That's stupid.

Maybe we'll get lucky
with the A.P.B.s.

Well, let me know.

Ugh. Nothing from airports,
bus or train stations.

There's no
credit card activity.

Apparently Greg pulled
all of his money

out of his bank account
a week ago.

$8,000. That's more than enough
money to get out of the country.

They're probably
halfway to Canada by now.

Well, we sent their photos
to border patrol,

so if they try to leave,
we'll catch 'em.

Unless they're hidden in the trunk
of their buddy's car.

Lab I.D.'ed those carpet fibers
from Dr. Monroe's body.

They're from the lining
of a car trunk,

a Deville, manufactured
within the last five years.

Well, that's probably how the accomplice
got the body to the funeral home.

All right. Check into surveillance cameras
within the vicinity of the funeral home.

Maybe we'll get lucky, get a license plate,
and track down that accomplice.

Or you could just ask Greg
who his accomplice is. - Sir?

Those Jersey state troopers
you had staking out the Burgeropolis

just pulled your fugitive love
birds from the drive-thru,

and they're bringing 'em in now.

You had Jersey troopers
stake out the Burgeropolis?

- Yeah.
- But you said that was stupid.

No, you said it was stupid,

and it looks like
you were wrong.

No. No, no, I was right.

I love her.

What was I supposed to do,
leave her in that prison to rot?

What would you have done?

The love of your life
stuck behind bars

for a crime she didn't commit--

That's not what this is about,
Mr. McClintock.

Yes, it is. Amy didn't drive
the getaway car in that robbery.

Her car was stolen.
She got screwed by the s--

Get focused, Greg.

We're not interested
in your girlfriend's crimes.

We're here because of
Dr. Monroe's murder.

What?

I have an alibi, remember?

We know you have an alibi.

We also know that you have
an accomplice.

I don't have an accomplice.

I don't know anything
about her murder.

Right. And Dr. Monroe really
pulled you into that meeting

to scold you for flirting
with her residents.

She was on to you.
She knew about the drugs,

she knew about the plan,
she knew about Bedford Hills,

and that's why
you had her killed.

No. When she pulled me
into her office,

I knew she was on to me.

I had to move fast before
she ruined everything.

- So you killed her.
- No, I didn't kill...

All I did was change
the date of Amy's escape.

I had to get her out before
Dr. Monroe found out everything.

Or maybe she already
knew everything.

Maybe she threatened
to turn you in.

No. From her questions,
I could tell she was fishing,

trying to put
the pieces together.

She was off shift for
the next two days,

so I figured if I could distract her
and get the hell out of her office,

- our plan might still have a chance.
- What do you mean, you distracted her?

You know, change the subject.

I started asking her about
this new bracelet she had,

how it was a special gift
from her boyfriend.

Then a few minutes later, her phone
rang, and I got the hell outta there.

- Well, that's a pretty good story.
- Mm.

Only Dr. Monroe
didn't have a boyfriend.

No, I swear. The way she was
talking about that bracelet,

she definitely had a boyfriend.

In this whole investigation, there has
not been one mention of a boyfriend.

Probably because he was lying.
Look.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.
See? No bracelet.

Nearby bank cam
caught a photo of a Deville

heading towards the direction
of our funeral home

shortly after our window
for time of death.

It was the only one that passed by
that night.

Well, is there a better angle so we could
see the license plate or the driver?

Nope. That's the best one.

Oh, look. He wasn't lying.

She was wearing a bracelet
right before she was killed.

Well, where did it go?

C.S.U.s didn't find one
in the coffin or anywhere else.

- The killer took it.
- Why?

I mean, it doesn't look like
it was worth very much.

And if it was about money, how
come he didn't take her purse?

Because it wasn't about money.
It was about passion.

Do you recognize that bracelet?

I've seen that design before.

Detective, Mr. Castle,

have you made any progress
finding Valerie's killer?

We believe we have.

Tell me, what was the exact nature
of your relationship with Dr. Monroe?

I told you already.
She was my physician.

You said that before, but I'm confused.
You see, unlike you,

I don't take long, romantic drives with
my doctor. I do that with my girlfriend.

We don't yet live in a world where
passion is a crime, do we, Detective?

No, but crimes of passion are,
especially murder.

That's a lovely necklace
you're wearing, Mr. Calderon.

May I?
Yeah.

I couldn't help but notice,
it bears a similar design

to the bracelet that Valerie was wearing
the night she was killed.

That's because I gave it to her
as a token of my affection.

It belonged to my mother.

This belonged to my father.

They're a set.

Well, considering it's
an heirloom,

no wonder you wanted it back.

I don't know what you mean.

It wasn't on her body
when she was found.

Someone removed it.

What happened?
Did she reject you?

Is that when
the old Calderon returned--

not the, uh, cognac swirling renaissance
man we see before us,

but the ruthless killer?

Be careful, Mr. Castle.

This is not one of your fictions
where people bleed ink.

I loved her, yes.
But I did not kill her.

I was here.

And you're wealthy enough
to have bought that alibi.

This is outrageous.

I will not be slandered.

It is not slander
if there is proof.

This is a photo
from an A.T.M. camera

the night that she was killed, about a
block and a half away from the funeral home

where her body was dumped.

That's your car,
Mr. Calderon.

The same one you and Valerie used
to take your long, romantic drives.

No, no, you're mistaken..

Save it, Calderon. We found
nylon fibers on her body--

Gray,

just like the color of the carpet
on the back of your Deville.

So what was her body doing

- stuffed in the trunk of your car?
- I was here. I...

I-I remember the...

I was here.

But you...

You took the keys that night.

Madre de dios.

Oh, it was you.

I can see it in your eyes,
Manolo. It was you.

You don't understand,
hermano.

I had to.
I did it for you.

- Why?!
- She was an informant, Cesar.

When I saw her
with that man at the diner,

I followed him.

And you know what I found?

He worked
for the Attorney General.

She betrayed you.

Why didn't you come to me?

Because you were
too blinded, brother.

And when you gave her
mother's bracelet,

I knew it was up to me to keep
Valerie from hurting you.

What did you do, Manolo?

He hit her
in the head, knocked her out.

And then using
the syringe skills

he developed caring for you,
he injected her with air.

Leaving no blood evidence.

And then he stuffed her body into someone
else's coffin so that you would never know.

How could you do this?

I made them disappear...

Just like you taught me, hermano.

No body...

No murder.

Manuel Calderon, you're under arrest
for the murder of Dr. Valerie Monroe.

I couldn't let her hurt you.

The fact is, she wasn't going to.

She wasn't investigating
your brother.

She was looking into corruption
at County Hospital.

You killed her for nothing.

Let's go.

You know,
that nurse Greg fellow?

He impresses me.

You know, someone willing
to risk it all

to break his lover
out of the big house.

We should all
have that in our lives.

Yeah, we should.

Hey! You're home.

How was it?

Taylor was amazing.

Ash and I held hands while she sang
our song. It was so great.

Thank you so much.

For what?

It's okay.

Gina told me. The tickets
were from both of you.

Good night.

Very considerate of Gina.

Yeah, it was, wasn't it?

Mm-hmm.

You're starting to like her,
aren't you?

I stopped being emotionally invested
in your girlfriends after you dumped

that darling Lizzie
in eleventh grade.

Gina's very nice.

She's a little over the top,
but, you know...

You're happy, I'm happy.

But... the question is this,

when you come right down to it,

would you be willing
to break her out of prison?

Because that, my boy,

is true love.

Oh, God.
I love you so much.

I love you, too.

I can't stand the thought of you
getting locked up over me.

Well, you might not have to.

After hearing all your,
uh, claims of innocence,

we decided to go over
your arrest file.

Turns out, there were
a lot of discrepancies.

So we sent the files to Leonard Maloney
over at the Attorney General's office,

and he agreed.

Apparently your public
defender was a real hack.

He overlooked several
key pieces of evidence.

Including a statement that was ignored
because of the eyewitness' mental illness,

so Maloney has agreed
to reopen your case,

and he believes that you have
cause to be hopeful.

Oh.

What about Greg?

Well, in the spirit of justice, Maloney
has said that if you get exonerated,

he will recommend
that Greg gets probation.

W-why are you doing all this?

Because someone convinced me

that a love story
as good as yours

deserves a shot
at a happy ending.

Oh.

Um...

We feel bad
that the state troopers
picked you up at Burgeropolis

before you were able to relive
your first date.

So until you do get out...

We brought you this.

I, uh, told 'em
to hold the onions.

That was a nice thing
you guys did in there.

Well, I just thought that after everything
Greg did for her, they deserved a chance.

Besides, if it were
you and I in Amy's shoes,

- we'd still be rotting in prison.
- Speak for yourself, bro. I'd escape.

- What, you'd just leave me in there?
- It's the law of the jungle.

- I gotta look out for numero uno.
- Wow.

Nothing like a hypothetical prison term
to let you know who your friends really are.

Don't worry, Castle.
I'd get you out.

♪ One day ♪

♪ I'll see you walk in again ♪

♪ one day ♪
♪ you know it's true ♪

- You coming?
- Yeah.