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Murder,

mystery,

the macabre.

What is it about a hard-boiled
detective, a femme fatale

and the cold steel of a gun that
keeps our bedside lamps burning

into the wee hours of the morning?

However the spell is cast,
tonight we honour a master of the form

and celebrate the launch of Storm Fall...

Call me when you're ready
to wash that off.

...the stunning conclusion

to his best-selling Derrick Storm
mystery series.

Ladies and gentlemen, the master
of the macabre, Rick Castle.

When I grow up I wanna be famous

I wanna be a star I wanna be in movies

When I grow up Be on TV

People know me Be on magazines

When I grow up

But be careful what you wish for

'Cause you just might get it

Just might get it Just might get it

Who are you?

Alison Tisdale, 24.

Grad student at NYU.
Part of the Social Work programme.

Nice place for a social worker.

Daddy's money.

Neighbours called
to complain about the music.

When she didn't answer,
they had the super check on her.

No signs of struggle. He knew her.

Even bought her flowers.
Who says romance is dead?

I do, every Saturday night.

A little lipstick wouldn't hurt.
I'm just saying.

So what did he give her besides roses?

Two shots to the chest, small calibre.

Does this look familiar to anyone?

No. But I'm not the one
with a thing for freaky ones.

Just give me a "Jack shot Jill over Bill,"
so I can get my collar and go home.

But the freaky ones require more.
They reveal more.

Look at how he left her, covered modestly.

- So?
- So, despite all of the effort,

all of the preparation, you won't find
any evidence of sexual abuse.

You really get that from just this?

This, plus, I've seen this before.

You've seen it before? Where?

Roses on her body, sunflowers on her eyes...

Don't you guys read?

What kind of idiot kills off
his best-selling main character?

Are you asking as my
bloodsucking publisher

or as my bloodsucking ex-wife?

Oh, is that what you're doing?

Punishing me by killing the golden goose?

Oh, come on.
I may be petty and short-sighted,

but I'm not that petty and short-sighted.

Really? Then why?

Writing Derrick used to be fun.
Now it's like work.

Mmm. God forbid you should work.
I mean, you could have retired him.

You could've crippled him. You could
have had him join the frigging circus.

But, no, you had to put
a bullet through his head.

Yeah. Real messy, too. Big exit wound.

Don't worry, Derrick Storm is not
the golden goose here.

I am.

I wrote half a dozen
bestsellers before him.

What makes you think I'm gonna stop now?

Oh, I don't know, the fact the new book
was due nine weeks ago.

You can't rush genius.

Genius, Richard? Try blockage.
I heard you haven't written in months.

- That's ridiculous.
- My sources are very reliable.

- Well, they're wrong.
- They better be.

If I don't have a new manuscript
on my desk in the next three weeks,

Black Pawn is prepared to demand
the return of your advance.

- You wouldn't dare.
- Try me. Just try me.

You know, I already returned that advance.

I spent it divorcing you.

Really, doll face,
who does homework at a party?

I have a test next week.

So do I. Liver function.
You don't see me studying.

- All right, give me a hit of the bubbly.
- Make that two.

Hey, kiddo, sales must be slipping.
They're only serving the soft stuff.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, sweetie. So! Mother...

Not so loud.
I'm still hoping to get lucky.

Did you tell Gina
I was having trouble writing?

Oh, I told her nothing of the sort. I...

I may have said something
about spending your days moping

in your underwear,
waiting for post time at Belmont.

But, hey, you're an artist. It's expected.

We had a deal. I let you live with us,
but you don't talk about my work.

What's to talk about?
You haven't done any since I moved in.

- Gram!
- Well, he hasn't.

Whatever I have and haven't done,

I would just appreciate it if you
wouldn't share it with my ex-wife.

Oh, what's the big deal...

Hang on, sweetie.
I just got a hit on my grey-dar.

Bingo! No ring. Stand back, kids.
Mama's going fishing.

You should have me committed.

For what, letting her move in?
I think it's sweet.

Won't be when I strangle her.

You know I'm only 15, right?

- You're an old soul.
- Yeah, well, me and my soul can wait.

When I was your age...
I can't tell that story.

It's wildly inappropriate.
Which, oddly, is my point.

Don't you want to have
wildly inappropriate stories

that you can't tell your children?

I think you have enough of those
for the both of us.

Life should be an adventure.
You want to know why I killed Derrick?

There were no more surprises.
I knew exactly what was gonna happen

every moment of every scene.
It's just like these parties.

They've become so predictable.

"I'm your biggest fan."
"Where do you get your ideas?"

And the ever popular,
"Will you sign my chest?"

That one I don't mind so much.

Yeah, well, FYI, I do.

Just once, I'd like someone to come up
to me and say something new.

Mr Castle?

Where would you like it?

Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD.
We need to ask you a few questions

about a murder
that took place earlier tonight.

That's new.

Mr Castle. You've got quite a rap sheet
for a best-selling author.

Disorderly conduct, resisting arrest.

Boys will be boys.

Says here that you stole a police horse.

- Borrowed.
- Ah!

- And you were nude at the time.
- It was spring.

And every time, the charges were dropped.

What can I say? The mayor is a fan.

But if it makes you feel any better,
I'd be happy to let you spank me.

Mr Castle, this whole bad boy charm
thing that you've got going might work

for bimbettes and celebutantes.
Me? I work for a living.

So that makes you
one of two things in my world,

either the guy who makes my life easier
or the guy who makes my life harder.

And trust me, you do not want to be
the guy who makes my life harder.

Okay.

Alison Tisdale. Daughter of
real estate mogul Jonathan Tisdale.

- She's cute.
- She's dead. Did you ever meet her?

Book signing? Charity event?

It's possible. She's not in my little
black book, if that's what you're asking.

What about this guy? Marvin Fisk.
Small claims lawyer.

Most of my claims tend to be
on the large side.

So what's this got to do with me?

Fisk was found murdered in his office
two weeks ago.

I didn't put it together until we saw
the Tisdale crime scene tonight.

Flowers For Your Grave.

And this is how we found Marvin Fisk,
right out of Hell Hath No Fury.

- Looks like I have a fan.
- Yeah, a really deranged fan.

- Oh, you don't look deranged to me.
- What?

Hell Hath No Fury?
Angry Wiccans out for blood?

Come on. Only hardcore
Castle groupies read that one.

Do any of these groupies ever
write you letters? Disturbing letters?

All my fan mail's disturbing.
It's an occupational hazard.

Because sometimes, in cases like this,
we find that the killer attempts to...

Killer attempts to contact
the subject of his obsession.

I'm also pretty well-versed
in psychopathic methodologies.

Another occupational hazard. And
do you know you have gorgeous eyes?

So I take it that you
won't have any objection

to us going through your mail?

Knock yourself out.
Can I get copies of those?

- Copies?
- I have this poker game.

It's mostly other writers. Patterson,
Cannell. You know, bestsellers.

You have no idea how jealous
those would make them.

- Jealous?
- That I have a copycat.

Oh, my gosh. In my world,
that's the red badge of honour.

That's the criminal Cooperstown.

People are dead, Mr Castle.

I'm not asking for the bodies.
Just the pictures.

I think we're done here.

I'm just a gal Who can't say no

I'm in a terrible fix

I always say, "Come on, let's go"
Just when I ought to...

Hey, kiddo! I'm just showing Burt here
how we did it at the Palace.

Does he know it's your theme song?

- Ready to bring it home, ducky?
- Hey, yes!

Five, six, seven, eight.

I'm just a fool When lights are low

I can't...

- You're missing the late show.
- I saw it in previews.

- Looks like we've got a new lead.
- His name is Burt. He does magic.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Let's hope he disappears by morning.

C'est après minuit dans une school night.

Don't you turn into a pumpkin
or something?

Not when your dad's been
escorted away by cops.

How was the slammer?
Anyone make you their bitch?

Sorry, switchblade.
I still belong to you. Baby bird?

- I already brushed.
- Your loss.

So are you gonna tell me about it, or
do I have to look it up on the fan sites?

No, we had a deal. Surf all the Internet
you want. Stay off the fan sites.

Seriously, Dad.
Are you in some kind of trouble?

Despite my best efforts, no.
They want my help on a case.

A case?

Apparently, someone's been killing
people the way I kill them in my books.

- That's horrible.
- Yeah.

- How many?
- Two, so far.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. It's just so senseless.

Murder usually is.

Nope. Murder usually
makes a great deal of sense.

Passion, greed, politics.

What's senseless here
is the books the killer chose.

Hell Hath No Fury?
Flowers For Your Grave?

My truly lesser works.
Why would a psychotic fan pick those?

Maybe because he's psychotic.
Come on. It's bedtime.

You can figure it out in the morning.

- What are those?
- Castle's greatest hits.

You're gonna familiarise yourselves

with all of his murder scenes
so we don't miss any.

Got any on tape?

First victim, male lawyer.
Second victim, female social worker.

Somewhere in these books,
those two are connected.

"From the library of Katherine Beckett."

Do you have a problem with reading, Ryan?

- Yo, check it, girl. You're totally a fan!
- Right, of the genre.

Right, the genre.
That's why you're blushing.

What are you, 12?

Profiling indicates a perp
with low intelligence,

someone who has, or thinks he has,
a personal relationship with our author.

So that's where we start.

What?

I work dead bodies all day.

The last thing I want to do
when I go home is read murder books.

- Aren't you curious?
- Curious?

About how people can do these kinds
of things to one another.

Whoever did this read Castle's books,

and somewhere in those pages
is the answer to where he'll strike next.

Okay.

Is all that Castle's mail?

His fans love him
almost as much as he loves himself.

Can you take that
back to briefing, please?

Did we hear back from the lab?

Yeah. Scene was negative for DNA and
prints, just like Fisk. The guy's careful.

What about Tisdale and Fisk?
Any connection?

Other than your boy there, no.

- What's he doing here?
- Maybe he likes you.

Detective Beckett.

Captain? Yes, sir.

Mr Castle's offered to assist
with the investigation.

Really?

It's the least I can do
for the city I love.

Considering the nature of the crime
scenes, I think it's a good idea.

Sir, can I talk to you for a minute
in private?

Nope.

- What?
- Nothing.

No, it's just the way your brow furrows
when you're thinking. It's cute.

I mean, not if you're playing poker.
Then it'd be deadly. But otherwise...

- Can I ask you a question?
- Shoot.

Why are you here?

You don't care about the victims,
so you aren't here for justice.

You don't care that
the guy's aping your books,

so you aren't here 'cause
you're outraged. So what is it, Rick?

- Are you here to annoy me?
- I'm here for the story.

The story?

Why those people?
Why those murders?

Sometimes, there is no story.

Sometimes, the guy is just a psychopath.

There's always a story,

always a chain of events
that makes everything make sense.

Take you, for example. Under normal
circumstances, you should not be here.

Most smart, good-looking women
become lawyers, not cops.

And yet, here you are. Why?

I don't know, Rick.
You're the novelist. You tell me.

Well, you're not bridge-and-tunnel.
No trace of the boroughs when you talk.

So that means Manhattan.
That means money.

You went to college, probably
a pretty good one. You had options.

Yeah, you had lots of options,
better options,

more socially acceptable options.
And you still chose this.

That tells me something happened.

Not to you. No, you're wounded,
but you're not that wounded.

No, it was somebody you cared about.
It was someone you loved.

And you probably
could have lived with that,

but the person responsible
was never caught.

And that, Detective Beckett,
is why you're here.

Cute trick. But don't think you know me.

The point is, there's always a story.
You just have to find it.

I think I just did.

- ...shot anybody?
- Yeah, thank you.

- Did you ever shoot anyone?
- Yeah.

- Lab's got lifts off the letter.
- Whose?

The system's backlogged.
It'll take a week to run a match.

- A week?
- Welcome to reality, superstar.

Well, I never did much like reality.

Mayor's office.

Hi, Denise, it's Rick Castle.

- Hi.
- Yeah. Is he in?

- Hold on.
- Thanks.

Like I said, mayor's a fan.

- Rick!
- Yo, big cheese! It's Ricky.

- Doing okay?
- Yeah, of course.

Well, I don't know where you went.
We looked all over for you.

You took off with that girl.

Man's got the mayor on speed dial.

- The rich really are different.
- You want him? He's yours.

A control freak like you
with something you can't control?

No, no. That's gonna be
more fun than Shark Week.

Okay, you will have
your prints in an hour.

Mr Castle.

Half of the guys here are waiting
for prints. You don't just jump the line.

- Oh, I think somebody feels threatened.
- I'm not threatened.

No, no. I get it.
I can call the mayor, and you can't.

We have procedure. Protocol.

Yeah, and you always come
to a complete stop at a red light

and you never fudge your taxes.

Tell me something.
You ever have any fun?

You know, let your hair down? Drop
your top? A little Cops Gone Wild?

You do know I'm wearing a gun?

Beckett. Midtown.
They just found another one.

Let me take this one on.
I'm gonna ask her...

Death of a Prom Queen.

Maintenance found her an hour ago.

Kendra Pitney.
She lives in the building.

All right, let's get her out of the water.

Um, you just stay here
and don't touch anything.

Hi. I'm Richard Castle. I'm consulting.

- Richard Castle, the author?
- On my better days.

Lanie Parish, medical examiner.
I love your books.

You know, you have a real gift
with the details of death.

- I thought I told you to stay over there.
- I got lonely.

- You got a COD?
- Not until the full exam.

But this wasn't a stabbing.

Lack of blood around the wound
suggests she was dead

before it was inserted.
No foam around the mouth,

- so we know she didn't drown.
- Oh, you're good.

Yeah, yeah. She was killed first
and then posed, just like the others.

Yeah, I know. Can I have a word?

- Something wrong?
- This is a homicide investigation,

not a day at Disneyland. If I give you
an order, I expect you to obey it.

Then you don't know me very well.

You know, in my book, the dress was blue.

- Don't try and change the subject.
- Did Tisdale and Fisk know each other?

- We haven't found a connection. Why?
- What about motive?

He's a serial killer.
He doesn't need motive. Beckett.

Okay. They got a match off the print.

Kyle Cabot. He's in Brooklyn.
We got him.

- Stay here.
- Scout's honour.

Go, go!

Kyle Cabot! NYPD! Open up!

Kyle Cabot! NYPD!

Clear!
Room clear.

All clear.

You should invite him
to join your book club.

Beckett. You got to see this.

Oh, that's creepy!

I was never a Scout.

Hey, Beckett.

Alison's blouse.
I'm guessing he kept trophies.

Twenty-two calibre.

- Get out of my house!
- Show me your hands!

Let me see your hands!
Let me see your hands!

He's still not speaking.
State medical records indicate

he's got Pervasive Developmental Disorder.

Well, that explains his fixation with me.

PDD sometimes manifests in
an obsession with a single subject.

Yeah, well, your super-fan also
has a history of delusions.

- Guess who his caseworker was.
- Alison Tisdale.

Yeah. Her files indicate that
he was on pretty heavy antipsychotics.

Limited intelligence, thinks he has
a personal relationship with his hero.

Looks like your profile
was right, Detective Beckett.

So, what? That's it?

What more do you want?
Evidence is in his apartment.

We can connect him with the three victims.

Two from the diner where he worked,
and Tisdale was his social worker.

- Call the DA. Get him a legal aid.
- Okay.

I'm... That's... It's too easy.

You know, the reader would never buy it.

This isn't one of your books, Castle.

Out here, we find a guy
standing over a body with a gun,

he's usually the guy who did it.

You know this kid was in
and out of the system for years?

Doesn't seem like he ever got
the proper treatment

until Alison Tisdale
took over his case file.

She's the one who got
him a job at the diner,

and her notes seem to say
he was doing okay.

Well, you can let the DA worry
about all that now. Our job is done.

Yeah. Hey, can you leave the box?
I'll take care of it tomorrow.

Castle, I'm kind of glad that
you killed off Storm. Less competition.

Hmm.

- That's 20 to you, Cannell.
- You're bluffing, Patterson.

Cough up some of that TV money
and you'll find out.

Ah, bet's to you, Ricky.

- Castle. Castle.
- Hmm?

- Bet's to you.
- Oh, sorry.

I know that look. Story trouble.

You know, you never
should have killed off Storm.

That was a big mistake.

I would've retired him.
Or crippled him.

I mean, the man was money.

You don't see me putting a bullet
through Alex Cross' head.

And my boy Shane Scully's gonna be
fuelling my private jet

long after people have
all forgotten about Storm.

Oh, you know what?
Just for that, I am gonna call.

So what's the problem, Ricky?
Maybe we can help.

I'm working on this thing.
It starts with a famous author.

Some psycho starts staging murders
like the way he does in his books.

That's pretty self-aggrandising, isn't it?

This is Castle we're talking about.

So, the crime scenes are clean.

Doesn't leave any fingerprints,
doesn't leave any DNA.

But the psycho writes the author
a fan letter with his prints all over it.

Well, that leads the cops
to his apartment,

where they find enough evidence
to convict him.

- And then?
- That's it.

- That's it?
- Yeah. They arrest him.

That's terrible.
No wonder you're blocked.

And here's another thing.

The guy doesn't leave his prints
at the scene of the crime,

but he sends a letter
with his prints on it?

Well, you lost me there.
And what about a twist?

- Where's the twist?
- Yeah.

Yeah, right?
Like, maybe somebody set this kid up.

That's what your story needs, the
character who thinks the kid's innocent,

keeps digging until he finds the truth.

Oh, I have just the guy.

- What are you doing?
- It's a novelist's habit,

looking through other people's mail,
checking their medicine cabinets.

Why are you still here?

I just came by to give you this.

It's a little something to memorialise
our brief partnership.

Don't look so suspicious.
Go on, open it.

I got you an advance copy.
I even signed it to you.

Not that you're a fan.

Thanks. That's actually kind of sweet.

- Well...
- Well.

It was nice to have met you,
Detective Beckett.

He didn't.

Oh, he did!

Richard Castle, you are under arrest for
felony theft and obstruction of justice.

You forgot making you look bad.

You know, for a minute there,
you actually made me believe

that you were human. Cuff him.

Bondage.
My safe word is "apples."

Oh, there's no need to be gentle.

- How'd you find me, anyway?
- I'm a detective. That's what I do.

My mother told you, didn't she?

By the way, the rose petals
in the Tisdale murder?

- They're grandiflora, not hybrid teas.
- I'll make a note of it.

Yeah, you probably should,
since it means Kyle Cabot is innocent.

Thank you, Officer.

- Hello, Father.
- Hello, daughter.

I wish I could say I was surprised.

It's my fault, really.
He never had a father figure.

Oh, that's not true, Mother.
I had lots of father figures.

I see you've met Captain Montgomery
and Detective Beckett.

And they have agreed to drop
the charges if you agree to behave.

No more interference
with this case, Mr Castle.

Do we understand each other?

Yeah. But you still got the wrong guy.

I mean, really. Darling, must
you always have to make a comment?

No. No, no, no.
Don't tell me he got to you.

Please. He didn't get to me. She did.

Who, Alison?

Marvin Fisk, first murder.
Kyle knew him from the diner.

And then he kills Alison,
his social worker.

And then he kills Kendra Pitney,
also from the diner.

- So?
- So he starts with a murder

of convenience,

and then escalates to a murder
of somebody he knows very well,

and then goes back
to a murder of convenience?

It doesn't make any sense.

Somebody set up Kyle to take the fall.

Somebody who knew enough
about his fixation with me

to use it to get away with murder.

That means we're not
looking for a serial killer.

We're looking for a good old-fashioned
murderer. Someone with motive.

You think the victims
were somehow related?

Police would have found it by now.
Now, if I were writing the story,

the killer would have only wanted
one of the victims dead.

He would have killed the other ones
just to cover up the crime.

How do you get away with one murder
by committing two more?

At one death, you look for motive.
At two, you look for a connection.

At three, you look for someone like Kyle.

At three, you don't need motive,

because mentally unstable serial killers
don't usually have one.

That makes about
as much sense as Mousetrap.

I did that play eight times
a week for a year.

I still have no idea what it's about.

Castle was right.

If he was trying to follow his books,

then the roses on
Alison's body were wrong.

And Fisk should have been
suffocated by a plastic bag,

not strangled with a necktie.

And Kendra's dress should
have been blue, not yellow.

For an obsessive, it would've been
impossible not to get the details right.

Well, if it wasn't him, then who was it?

The killer had to have known both
his intended victim and Kyle fairly well.

The only victim that
had any real knowledge

of Kyle's obsessive condition
would have been Alison Tisdale.

Alison's the key. She's the one
that the killer's trying to hide.

Well, as far as we know,
she wasn't seeing anyone,

and none of her other
case files fit the profile.

Well, somebody had to know
something about her.

So if the killer found out
about Kyle through Alison,

then Alison must have been
the intended target.

Somebody wanted Alison dead.
I just have to figure out why.

If I have to keep bailing you out,

you're gonna need to raise
my allowance, by a lot.

Mine, too.

Hi. I'm Rick Castle. I have
an appointment to see Mr Tisdale.

Yes, Mr Castle. He's expecting you.

Is he, now?

This is not what it looks like. This...

Okay. This is exactly what it looks like.
But I can explain.

You coming?

Did Alison ever mention having
enemies or being threatened?

People loved her. All she wanted was
to make the world a better place.

I told all this to the other detective.

I know, sir. We're just following up...

Did Alison know anybody who
could have profited from her death?

Mr Castle, I may be rich,
but my daughter was not.

She abhorred money.
The little she had, she gave to charity.

Thank you, sir.

Mr Tisdale, Fortune magazine
estimated your net worth

at nearly $100 million. Is that true?

- I don't check day to day.
- But it's in the ballpark?

- I've been lucky, yes.
- Appreciate your time.

And what happens to all that money
if something happens to you?

- Castle.
- Half of my estate goes

to my charitable foundation
and the rest to my children.

I mean, my son.

Thank you.

- What was that all about?
- He's dying.

Who's dying? Tisdale?

You want a hot dog? I want a hot dog.

What do you take on your...
Apples! Apples! Apples!

What makes you think he's dying?

Okay! You see
those pictures in his office?

- Yeah.
- He's much thinner now.

Like, sick thin, not workout thin.

His daughter was just murdered.

And the way he kept touching his hair,
like he's self-conscious.

- You think it was a piece?
- It's a good one, but it's new to him.

The chemo's relatively recent.
And he was wearing makeup.

He's trying to look healthier than he is.

He doesn't want his shareholders to know.

So he's got cancer.
That doesn't mean that he's terminal.

But it's a much better story if he is.
You interview the brother?

There was never a reason to.

Well, now there is.
You got hot mustard?

- Harrison Tisdale?
- Yeah.

Hey, Mitch!
Let's get these pallets on the truck.

- Got it.
- Detective Kate Beckett. Rick Castle.

We'd like to ask you some questions
about your sister.

Yeah, anything I can do.
Let's head inside.

Last time I saw her?
About a month ago at Dad's.

You know,
I still can't believe she's gone.

- Were you close?
- Everybody loved her.

I mean, my sister, she just wanted
to see the best in people.

Even that kid who killed her.

You know, she did everything
she could to help that guy.

Even brought him around here once
to see if I could get him a job.

- But you didn't.
- I can't afford to, all right?

My employees mess up, I lose my bond.

I don't know. Maybe if I'd helped him,
things would be different.

How'd your sister react when
your dad told you he was dying?

She was upset. We both were.

Now that she's dead,
your inheritance stands to double.

What are you suggesting?
You already caught the killer.

Yeah, we did.
But the first thing his lawyers will do is

shift suspicion to someone else,
someone with motive.

And then they'll stick me on the stand
and ask me why I didn't investigate.

And then the jury will have doubts.

And we don't want them
to have doubts, do we?

- No.
- So you'll have to excuse me for asking,

but where were you the night
of your sister's murder?

I was travelling on business.

Actually, I was out of the country
for all three murders.

Oh, here, check the stamps
on that if it's useful.

- A US passport.
- Absolutely unassailable.

I was sure it was him.

Oh, don't take it so hard.
After all, you're just a writer.

- What?
- Nothing.

What?

Oh, come on. He's lying.

I mean, I get him knowing where he was
the night of his sister's murder.

But the other two victims?
He didn't pause.

He didn't ask for dates.
He didn't even check his calendar,

but he was ready with an alibi.

In my experience,
innocent people do not prepare alibis.

So I was right.

Okay, give me the dates and flights.

Why can't you just admit I was right?

Because he totally fooled you.
He totally bought the alibi.

- Yeah.
- I had a fleeting moment of self-doubt.

- So?
- His credit card company confirms

he paid for three round-trip tickets.
Dates coincide with the three murders.

So according to his credit card,
Tisdale was out of the country.

Wait a minute. So now I'm not right?

Which means
the passport stamps were forged.

I'm gonna call Passport Control
and have them check the logs.

That's not how he would have done it.

- You got a better idea, Ricky?
- Second passport.

- And how would he get one of those?
- Oh, with his money?

Trust me, in the black market,
it would be a piece of cake.

So he leaves the country on his own,
comes back with the other passport,

commits murder, flies out,
and then comes back in on his own.

Perfect alibi, perfect murder.

But almost impossible to prove.

Unless you find the second passport.

He's got to be freaked
after your little meet and greet.

Keep eyeballs on him.
If he moves, I wanna know.

The things that people will do for money.

This guy killed his own sister
in cold blood

and two more people to cover it up.

He's either a world-class sociopath

or there's a lot more to this story
than just money.

- Judge Markway, please.
- Oh, Markway. Tell him I say hello.

No, seriously.
They're redoing the entire back nine.

Oh, man, I love that course!
When are they gonna reopen it?

Judge, I hate to break up Golf Digest,
but I have an exigent situation here.

Very well, Detective. Play through.

We need a search warrant.
She needs a search warrant.

For the home and office
of Harrison Tisdale.

Harrison Tisdale?
As in, Jonathan Tisdale's son?

- Yes.
- Yeah. He murdered his sister,

killed two more people
to cover up the crime.

Murder? The Tisdales? You better be
long and straight on this one, Detective.

Harrison's father is terminally ill, sir.

What? I just saw him at a benefit.

Hope you took a picture.

With the sister out of the way,
the son will inherit all of it.

Excuse me.

There's also a twisted
emotional angle in there.

I don't want to bore you with the details.

But family and vengeance,
it's Shakespearean.

Harrison just left work.

He's probably headed home
to destroy the evidence.

Are you sure you can tie him
to the other victims?

Through a patient of his sister's
that he was trying to frame.

It's days like this I wish
I was back in Civil Division.

Thank you, sir.

Thanks. Soon.

You're home early, Mr Tisdale.

- Got a list inside.
- Yeah, thank you for your help.

- What do we got, guys?
- Get this.

Junior's business is going under.
He's tens of millions in debt.

But with his sister's share
of the Tisdale fortune,

he stands to pay off his debt
and then some.

Castle, if you're going in,
you should be armed.

My back-up's in the glove compartment.

I can't find it. It...

This time, you're staying put.

Oh, okay. Beckett.

Very funny. Joke's over! Come on!

Cuff me once, shame on you.
Cuff me twice, shame on me.

Hmm.

Harrison Tisdale. NYPD.
We have a warrant.

Just a minute.

Open the door, Harrison!

Open the door.
It's NYPD, we have a warrant.

Hey!

Hey!

He's coming down the fire escape.

He's out back. Cover the front!

Stop! Police! Don't move!

Castle, no!

I got him! I got him!

Castle!

Stay back, stay back!
Don't come anywhere closer!

- Stay back! Stay back!
- Castle, get down!

- Hey, easy, easy, easy.
- Don't move!

- Let him go, Harrison!
- Come on!

Easy, easy! Okay. Okay, don't...

Castle, you okay?

Yeah, except this psycho here
needs a breath mint.

- Shut up!
- Okay! Hey, Harrison.

You know what's bugging me?

If you were that deep in debt,

why didn't you just ask
your father for the money?

Castle, you are not helping!

You know what I think?
I think you did ask.

I think you asked and he said no.
I think he always said no.

A self-made man like that, I bet
he thought you were weak for asking.

He's the one who was weak.

I was trying to make something with my
life, and all he cared about was her.

That's why you killed her.
It wasn't just for the money.

You wanted to punish him before he died,

take away the only thing he loved.
That's a pretty good story!

- Who are you?
- Harrison, let him go. It's over.

It's not over! It's not over!
Drop the gun, or I swear to God, I'll...

Tell me you saw that!

You're gonna put that
in your report, right?

- Can I see the cuffs, please?
- Yeah, yeah. Okay.

What the hell were you thinking?
You could have gotten yourself killed.

Well, the safety was on the whole time.

- You know, you could have told me.
- Where's the fun in that?

Well, guess this is it.

Oh, it doesn't have to be. We could
go to dinner, debrief each other.

Why, Castle? So I can be
another one of your conquests?

Or I could be one of yours.

It was nice to meet you, Castle.

It's too bad. It would have been great.

You have no idea.

Just take the wheel

Every glance is killing me

Time to make one last appeal

For the life I lead

Stop and stare

I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared

But I've become what I can't be

You wanted to see me, sir?

Yeah. I just got a call
from the mayor's office.

- Apparently, you have a fan.
- A fan, sir?

Rick Castle.

Seems he's found the main character
for his next set of novels,

a tough but savvy female detective.

- I'm flattered.
- Don't be.

He says he has to do research.

- Oh, no. No way.
- Yes.

- Beckett, listen. He...
- Sir, he is like a nine-year-old

on a sugar rush, totally incapable
of taking anything seriously.

- But he did help solve this case.
- Oh!

And when the mayor's happy,
the commissioner's happy.

And when the commissioner's happy,
I'm happy.

How long, sir?

Well, that's up to him.