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I'm gonna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight

I wanna start a fight

Mr. Castle,
be advised, if you get injured

following Detective Beckett
to research your next novel,

you cannot sue the city.

If you get shot, you cannot sue the city.
If you get killed...

My lifeless remains cannot sue the city.

Your heirs, Mr. Castle.

Do I have to wait for him to sign,
or can I shoot him now?

Mr. Castle,
these waivers are serious business.

Okay.

Perhaps you'd feel more comfortable

by referring the matter
to your attorney?

What, are you kidding?
He'd never let me sign these.

But, fortunately, it's his job
to get me out of trouble

and not to prevent me
from getting into it.

Beckett.

Yeah. Where?

- All right, I'm on my way.
- Wait. Where are you going?

- I have work to do.
- What? We have a case?

No, I have a case. You have paperwork.

Ow!

So?
- Mrs. Rosenberg, 9-E here,

comes down to put her clothes
in the dryer, finds it's occupied.

Comes down a half an hour later
and she's had enough,

decides to take matters
into her own hands.

Come on. You're telling me that an old
lady killed someone over a busy dryer?

What?
No, she's just tired of waiting around.

So, she opens up the dryer,
to take the other person's clothes out,

finds Miss Fluff-and-Fold here instead.

Now if that's not a cautionary tale about
poking around someone else's laundry,

- I don't know what is.
- Dude, there is an etiquette involved.

If the clothes were dry,
Mrs. Rosenberg had every right

to put them in the basket.

Now if you're gonna tell me
she folded them,

then it gets a little creepy.

I'm sorry, someone starts rooting
around my underwear

without an invitation, I'm taking that
as a serious breach of hygiene.

I thought you went
commando, Esposito.

Well, it's a seasonal thing.

All right, let's get her out of there
with some dignity.

We're gonna need CSU to come down
here, and the bleach bottle

will have to go down to the lab,
and probably prints and photographs,

although I don't know if it's gonna do
us much good in a public area.

I'm guessing she lived here.

Worked. 12-F. She's the nanny.

Thought you ditched me
back at the precinct, didn't you?

Come on.
Nanny McDead is found on spin dry.

You don't think the captain's
gonna let me in on that story?

You're right, Castle. My bad.

Exactly how much longer
do I have to expect you

to be shadowing me
on my cases like this?

Hard to say.
When I'm writing a new character,

there's no telling
when inspiration might strike.

I thought I was your inspiration.

Oh, you are, Detective,
and in so many ways.

Yeah, well, your inspiration might
strike you sooner than you think.

Nanny's name was Sara Manning.

She worked for the Petersons
about two years.

Doorman is a huge fan of my work.

Mrs. Peterson?

Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD.
I was wondering if I could ask you

- some questions about Sara Manning.
- Of course. Please come in.

Thank you.

Richard Castle. Just NY.

Sweetie, Mommy and Daddy
need to talk to some people,

but we'll be right out here.

We still haven't told him
what happened.

We just don't know how.

Sara was very close with him.

She just has a gift with kids, you know?

She was such a lovely girl.

I'm very sorry.

The school called me at my office when
Sara didn't come to pick up Justin.

I tried her cell phone,
but it went straight to voice mail.

Then I tried here,
but the machine picked up.

So I hopped in a cab
and went to the school.

When we got home,
the police were already here.

When was the last time you saw Sara?

My husband saw her last night
when he got home.

We take Justin to school
every morning,

so we're usually gone
by the time she gets here.

And what time is that?

Today it would have been 11:00.

Sara straightens up,
does Justin's laundry

and then picks him up from school
about 2:00.

One of us is then home for dinner.

Last night it was my husband's turn.

So then you were the last one
to see Sara?

- I guess so.
- Did she mention any problems

- she was having, maybe a boyfriend?
- Sara's boyfriend?

The doorman said the police told them
that it was a break-in,

- which usually means a stranger did it.
- We can't be sure what happened.

Well, maybe not,
but statistically speaking,

much greater likelihood that it was
someone she knew.

Oh, my God.

Again, we can't be certain
who was involved.

- But she had a boyfriend.
- Brent. But they broke up.

- And when was that?
- About a month ago,

but Sara never said there was any
trouble or anything like that.

Brent, that was his name?

- Yes.
- Do you know his last name?

- Uh, I don't think Sara ever mentioned it.
- Not to me, either.

Thank you both so much for your time.

Of course.

- Castle, let's go.
- But that's it?

That's it. Oh!

Do you know of any way
I can reach Sara's parents?

Oh, God. I hadn't even thought of that.

I'm sorry.
We don't have their number.

Yeah. They live in Atlanta.
She was with them over Christmas.

What about Sara's things?

There's her bag and her jacket.

Maybe I could take it
and check her cell phone?

Why couldn't we stick around?
I had a lot more questions.

Because I actually like to
investigate things myself first.

Besides, neither of them
is going anywhere.

Well, there's no cell phone in here.

Maybe it's in the laundry room
or in the dryer.

Well, if it is, CSU will find it.

She's still got her Georgia license.

Are you really the one
who has to call her parents?

Easier to write about
than to live through, huh, Castle?

Three men huddled around a computer.

That better not be porn,
and if it is, I want in.

Esposito and Ryan pulled security tape
from an elevator in the rear entrance.

Front door has a 24-hour doorman.

This is the elevator's cam.

Our victim gets on the elevator
with the laundry basket.

Takes it down to the basement,
to put the kid's laundry into the washer.

Mmm-hmm.

Few minutes later, gets back on,

goes all the way back
up to the apartment.

Then about 40 minutes later,

rides the elevator back down
to the basement again.

We figured probably to take the kid's
clothes out of the washer,

- put them in the dryer.
- Camera never picks her up again.

Only other person to ride the elevator
down all the way to the basement

during the next hour
was the old lady who found the body.

Mmm-hmm.

So whoever attacked her
must have used the stairwell,

otherwise the camera
would have caught him.

We got three maintenance workers
on duty that day.

- We'll run their names tonight.
- Why only run the workers' names?

Why not run all the neighbors' names?

What are you basing that on?

I'm basing that on,
the neighbor would make a better story.

No, come on. What do any of us
know about our neighbors in this city?

You think the guy living next door
to the Son of Sam

knew he was living next door
to the Son of Sam?

He's right.
Neighbors in Berkowitz's building

had no idea
he was the Son of Sam killer.

Thank you. What about the guy in 8-B?

- Who?
- 8-B. Quiet guy.

You see him every day,
only you never notice him.

But he noticed Sara.

She's young, beautiful.

The kind of girl that a guy like him
would never have a chance with.

We all know girls like that, don't we?

Well, at first it's just a game.
Figure out her schedule.

When does she do her laundry?
When is she alone?

Until it becomes something more,
something that he can't control.

Well, he uses the stairs, obviously,
to avoid the elevator's cameras.

And then he just waits,
concealed in the shadows.

When she comes into that
laundry room, he pounces.

When he looked into her vacant,
lifeless eyes,

he wanted to tell her,
he never meant to kill her.

All he ever wanted was to be noticed.

That's when he felt
the heat of that dryer on his skin.

So he picks up
her limp body in his arms

and gently places it inside.

He almost smiled at his good fortune

when he found the quarter
in his pocket,

slipping it into the slot.

Buying him the time
to do what he does best.

Disappear.

Just saying, better story. Coffee?

Let's see what we can find out
about those neighbors.

And someone better tell me
who the hell lives in 8-B.

Let me guess. Gran cooked.

- Chicken masala.
- And where is Hurricane Martha?

In her room, taking a dramatic pause.

Leaving the mess for everyone else
to clean up, as usual.

I don't mind. Dinner was fun.

Well, it's our room, not hers.
Just remember.

Even despite that hideous
bedspread she bought.

If you're hungry,
there are lots of leftovers.

Oh, thank you.
I grabbed a slice on the way home.

You really are turning into a cop.

Yeah? Do you think?

So who got killed today?

The nanny.

- Do they know who did it?
- Well, apparently in an actual homicide,

they don't know who did it
until after the guy gets caught.

- How come we never had a nanny?
- Well, your mother and I decided

if someone was gonna screw you up,
we wanted it to be me.

Only you managed to turn out
fine somehow anyway.

Surprisingly.

Is that the prodigal son I hear,

returned from working the night shift?

You catch any perps today, kiddo?

- I did an N YPD Blue once, remember?
- You were the crazy homeless woman.

And some might say still are.

I was just asking Dad how come we
never had a nanny when I was little.

I spared her any stories
of my own personal experience.

I had a real job as a working actress.

You know,
not everybody can sit at home

in front of a laptop
and claim to be employed.

Really? You had a nanny?

Yeah, only we didn't call them
nannies then.

- What were they called?
- Oh, I don't know. Um, alcoholics?

Raving lunatics? No, no, no, wait.

Completely irresponsible
middle-aged women who,

instead of looking after me
while you were acting,

like they were supposed to,
instead watched daytime television.

Oh, stop your whining.
You didn't turn out half bad.

And don't forget,
the good half are my genes.

Well, that's just something we'll have
to take your word for, isn't it?

But I'm not asking
for an apology, Mother.

Actually, I got the plot of my first novel

- by watching One Life to Live.
- There you go.

Detective Beckett,
did you miss me already?

Which means I am one-quarter
responsible for your success as well.

Really? Do they do those at night?
No, for sure. I'm just...

I'm just touched that you thought of me.

Oh, ordered to call me?
I see.

Well, either way.
I can leave right away.

Okay. Gotta go.

I would say don't wait up,
but you'll be asleep by 11:00.

10:30. It's a school night.

Are you sure
she's got either one of our genes?

- Well.
- You will help her with the dishes?

All right. Be careful, flatfoot.

Here, put these on.

Really?

I thought cops just
stood around the body

eating ham sandwiches
and cracking jokes.

You know, hardcore gallows humor.

The head trauma
definitely contributed to the death.

The force of the blows resulted in
significant cerebral hemorrhaging.

Mr. Castle, nice to see you again.

I wish I could say the same,
but my glasses are all scratchy.

How often do they let you
replace these?

Not everybody has your budget, Castle.
So what killed her?

I'd say she was struck in the head
with the bleach bottle,

then fell forward, hit her temple
on the edge of the table.

That caused temporal bleeding.

Without medical attention,
she didn't stand a chance.

But what I thought
you might find really interesting

is the fact that she had sex
within the hours before her death.

- Sex?
- I'll explain how that works later.

Might have even been
within a few minutes of the murder.

The heat from the dryer
makes it hard to pinpoint.

- So you're saying she was raped?
- Hard to determine.

There were no vaginal lacerations
or presence of any semen.

So what's the evidence of sex?

Traces of spermicide.
The guy wore a condom.

Boy, it really has been a long time
for you, hasn't it?

I mean, it could have been a rape,
but my best guess is...

She knew the guy.

Without evidence of trauma,
I'm not ready to buy our attacker

is a sexual predator,
especially with him using a condom.

Could be he's trying to hide DNA.

Dude, someone smart enough
to hide DNA

would have been smart enough
not to have sex in the laundry room.

No, you're missing the point.
The laundry room afforded opportunity.

It wasn't an accident
she was killed there.

Esposito, where are we
on her cell phone?

I pulled her records,
had her service provider ping it.

Triangulation puts it
at or near the building.

Yeah, well, maybe he took it
so she couldn't call for help,

then dumped it somewhere close by.
What about her ex-boyfriend?

We have the first name, Brent.

But if we had her cell phone,
he might be in the address book.

- What about these calls?
- What calls?

Last two months,
there's dozens of incoming calls

- from the same number.
- Right. We're still running that down,

but the number's a prepay.
Besides, those calls stopped coming

a couple weeks before she was killed.

Yeah, but the outgoing calls to that
number stop even before that.

Whoever it was,
she didn't want to talk to them.

She was letting it go to voice mail.

Find this kid, Brent,
bring him in for questioning.

You're here by invitation only. Got it?

- Got it.
- Good.

- Brent Johnson?
- Yeah.

I'm Detective Kate Beckett.
This is Mr. Castle.

- I suppose you know why you're here.
- The cops that picked me up at my job

said you had some questions about
what happened to Sara.

I understand that
the two of you were dating?

Yeah, till about a month ago.

A month ago? What happened then?

- Nothing. We broke up.
- Whose idea was that?

- It was a mutual thing, I guess.
- A mutual thing?

Hey, Sara, it's me.
Look, just call me back, okay?

You can't just not call me back, Sara.
Don't be a bitch.

Come on, Sara,
I just want to talk to you.

Look, I don't know why you can't just
tell me who this other guy is.

You know... You know what?
You're just a little slut.

There's plenty more of those.

Yep. They make
Alec Baldwin's messages

- sound like rainbows and unicorns.
- How did you get those?

- From your service provider.
- A little advice,

when you buy a prepaid phone,
don't use your credit card.

- Makes it totally traceable.
- I wasn't trying to hide anything.

No? Then why did you just lie to me?

'Cause no man likes getting dumped.
Am I right? Our egos can't handle it.

This one time I had this ex-girlfriend
cheat on me,

I drank every meal for a week.
I didn't even like her.

If I had loved her? Wow. I don't know

what I would've done.

No, no. No way. It wasn't like that.

Oh, no. So then
how did you find out about Sara

- if you two broke up a month ago?
- From a friend. Chloe.

Chloe Richardson. All right?
We all went to college together.

- Chloe's the one who got Sara her job.
- And how did this friend find out?

Chloe nannies for another family
in the building.

The two of them are pretty close.

So then where were you the day
that Sara got killed?

I was where those other cops found me,
at my job.

Look, we have video cameras there
and a sign-in sheet.

Look, I didn't have
anything to do with this.

Am I under arrest or something?

No. You can go.

But just don't leave town
until we speak again.

Do you understand?

Yeah. Yes, ma'am.

"Don't leave town"? Don't you need
probable cause for something like that?

Only he doesn't know that, does he?

You can lie like that? That is so cool.

Castle.

Doorman told Esposito that this
is the playground that all the nannies

from the building go to,
so hopefully we find Chloe here.

- That brings me back a bit.
- A bit?

I'm thinking it's a little more
than that, Castle.

I'm not talking about when I was a kid.

I'm talking about when
I used to take my daughter to the park.

You used to take your daughter
to the park?

Spring, summer, fall.
We were here every day.

Alexis' mom was doing
community theater.

She was on the road a lot,
so I had custody. What?

Nothing. I just never figured you
for Mr. Mom.

Some of the best days of my life.

- It's actually kind of nice.
- Yeah, tell me about it.

Do you know how many lonely
single mothers there are

on a Manhattan playground?
And there I was between marriages.

Exactly how many times
have you been married, Castle?

- Twice.
- That's it?

- Isn't that enough? How about you?
- Me? No, never been.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You'd be good at it. You're both
controlling and disapproving.

You should really try it.

I'm not an "if at first, you don't succeed"
kind of a girl, Castle.

When it comes to marriage,
I'm more of a "one and done" type.

Hmm.

- Any serious candidates?
- Becca, don't wander away. Becca!

The doorman said she'd have a red
vest on. That might be our girl.

- Go, go, go!
Chloe?

I'm Detective Beckett. I was wondering
if I could ask you some questions

about Sara Manning.

Um, right now?

Yeah, it won't take long.

Yeah. Maggie?
Can you watch Becca for a sec?

Sara's boyfriend told us
that you helped her get her job.

- Oh, you talked to Brent?
Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, when we got
out of school, Sara couldn't find work.

She was temping all over town.

I nanny for a family
in the same building

and heard that the Petersons
were looking for someone.

When was the last time you saw Sara?

I know what it feels like
to lose somebody, Chloe.

But we need to ask you
these questions.

Yeah.

Um...

Sometimes we'd meet up before work,
get a coffee on Columbus

and then walk over to work together.

- Did you get coffee that day?
- Yeah.

Did she say anything to you?
Did she seem upset?

- Or...
- Upset? Upset about what?

Brent gave us the impression that
Sara was seeing someone else.

You know who it was, don't you?

Um...

Sometimes Sara would stay late.

Stay late where, at the Petersons?

Yeah, we got off work
around the same time,

so we'd take the train home together.
I live with a roommate,

a couple of blocks from Sara.

Only the last few months,
she'd been staying late.

Mr. And Mrs. Peterson
kind of take turns

coming home for dinner, you know?

Yeah, Mrs. Peterson told us.

God. I don't want to say something,
and then...

I mean, he's married.

Wait a minute.
Sara told you about him?

No. No, not exactly. It's just...

The nights Mrs. Peterson
didn't come home for dinner,

those were the only nights
Sara stayed late.

I told you we should have

asked the husband
more questions that day.

And I told you that I like to question
my most likely suspects

after I know more about them. That way
they're tied to more specific answers.

- You suspected him, too?
- The husband? Duh.

You would really clean up
at my poker game.

Right. You, James Patterson

and the rest of the Times
bestseller list?

No, thank you, Castle.
Little too rich for my blood.

We could always make it strip poker.

Sorry, but I prefer mystery to horror.

No, yeah, I'm in the space right now,
but like I told you guys,

I'm gonna need at least
20,000 square feet.

I... Listen, I'm gonna give
you guys a call back.

I'll let you know if the client
is interested, okay? Thank you.

Hi. Remember us?

When was the last time you saw Sara,
Mr. Peterson?

The night before she was killed.
I told you that.

Which was your night to be home
for dinner, right?

Right. Why are you asking?

Well, Mr. Peterson...

We have information that suggests that

Sara Manning
was having a relationship.

Right. She had a boyfriend.

- Someone else.
- Someone else? Who?

Me? You think I was having
an affair with Sara?

- Bingo.
- That is... That's crazy.

Is it? We know that she stayed late
some nights.

Right. She helped us make dinner.

"Us"? Well, what we heard was
that she helped

on the nights
that your wife wasn't home.

- First of all, it's not what you think.
- When is it ever?

- And, yes, I was having an affair.
- So what happened?

What do you mean, what happened?
I cheated. I strayed.

- Whatever you want to call it.
- I mean in the laundry room.

- What?
- You just said that you...

Yes, I was having an affair,
but it wasn't with Sara, for God sakes.

It was with another woman in my office.

Look, every night that I was supposed
to be home having dinner, I wasn't.

You can check the landlines
from the apartment.

I called to make sure that
Sara was okay every night.

You can check
cell phone records, right?

Don't leave town.

Hey, what happened
with the husband?

Oh, he was cheating,
just not with our victim.

Here, I need you to run it down.
This is her name.

I'm telling you, true commitment's
a thing of the past.

I mean,
name one happily married couple.

- DeGeneres and De Rossi.
- Oh, I think he got you there, bro.

What is this, The View?
Where are we on the boyfriend?

His story checks out,
video and a sign-in sheet.

Great. So now all we have
is a cheating husband

with a possible alibi and no cell phone
to run the perp's fingerprints.

I got something better.

Please tell me it's that the mayor
wants him out of here.

You ever notice
how she gets a little grumpy

when she doesn't have a suspect?

We got one now.

Guess who wasn't where
they say they were

- the day Sara Manning was killed?
- Who?

Come on, you gotta guess.

Ryan. Ryan. I'm not guessing.

- You're a killjoy, you know that?
- Exactly what I've been telling her.

No way.

Pretty good, huh?
Told you, you should've guessed.

You weren't at the office the day
Sara Manning was killed, were you?

You lied to me, Mrs. Peterson.

Detective Ryan checked
with your son's school.

The day they called about
Sara not showing up,

your assistant said
that you were unreachable.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about Sara Manning,
Mrs. Peterson.

We're talking about why you lied
about where you were

the day she was killed.
And we know you weren't in your office.

It would have been easy
to sneak into the building.

Doorman could have been outside
hailing a cab, taking a delivery.

My husband is having an affair.

Did you know that?

Actually, we did.

All these months,
I had no idea.

- But then you found out.
- Yeah, Sara told me a few weeks ago.

Sara told you about the affair?

Yes, and she'd been an absolute wreck
about keeping it from me.

Yeah, I bet she was.

Did you know he was paying her extra?

- No, he didn't mention that.
- Imagine putting Sara

- in the middle of something like that.
- Something like what?

Well, using Sara to cover for himself.

- I mean, it's disgusting.
- I don't understand, Mrs. Peterson.

If you had nothing to do with Sara's
death, then why would you lie?

Because my cheating husband
has no idea

I'm about to serve him
with divorce papers.

I lied because I was at my lawyer's
that afternoon.

Howard's not the only one
who can keep a secret.

Hello there! What are you up to?

- Nothing.
- Oh.

You're not webcamming again, I hope.

I burned a DVD from security cameras
that the police are looking at.

And I've never webcammed.

That's your story,
and you're sticking to it, huh?

The police just let you burn a DVD?

You do realize you're gonna have to
stop stealing evidence, right?

I thought the whole purpose
of following this detective around

- was to help you to write.
- It's called research, Mother.

Ah. Well, you'd better hope this last
Derrick Storm book sells, lover boy,

because research don't pay the bills.

- Is that the nanny?
- Mmm-hmm.

What married woman
in her right mind

invites a girl that pretty
into her own home?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What are you guys watching?
- I'm watching. She's butting in.

The police can't find
the nanny's cell phone.

They were hoping to lift
some fingerprints from it.

I just thought I could see
if she had it with her when

- she went down to the laundry room.
- And?

It's in her hand the first time
she brings the clothes down

to the wash,
but then she doesn't have it

- when she goes down to use the dryer.
- So, she probably left it

upstairs in the apartment
where she worked.

They say they can't find it. Wait a sec.

What?

There's a five second time difference.

A five second time difference in what?

She rides the elevator twice
to the basement.

The first time to put the clothes
in the washer,

the second time
to put them in the dryer.

Only the second time,
the trip takes her five seconds longer.

Why would it take her longer
to travel the same distance?

It wouldn't.

I'm not quite sure
where you're going with this, Castle.

Up. All right, 32 seconds.

It takes 32 seconds to get
from the basement to the 12th floor.

Great. I'll alert the media.

Only the second time,
it took her 37 seconds.

Why would it take her
five extra seconds?

Because the second time,
she wasn't coming from the 12th floor.

She was coming from the...

15th floor?
This doesn't make any sense.

The Petersons live on 12.

Yeah, but I bet the guy
who wears that condom lives on 15.

By the way, that whole elevator thing?
I just did that 'cause you smell nice.

Castle, you can't just
knock on people's doors.

- Why not?
Who is it?

Because you're gonna freak them out.
Police!

- You're the police?
- Uh, she is.

- I'm sorry. Do you live here alone?
- Yeah. Why you wanna know?

Uh, don't worry about it.
You're not young enough.

- Young enough for what?
- To have sex.

Uh, what kind of cops
did you say you were?

He's not a cop. I'm a cop.

And you're looking for someone
to have sex with?

Castle, look.

So sorry to bother you.

Seventy-seven ain't beyond
the realm of possibility, you know?

Pardon me, is this little girl Becca?

I'm sorry. I'm not sure I'm following.

Prior to her murder, we believe that

Sara Manning was coming from
this floor.

Well, I don't know anything about that.
I was at work.

- Maybe she came up to see Chloe?
- Chloe Richardson?

She and Sara were friends,

and our kids get together
sometimes for play dates.

Hey, babe. What's going on?
I thought you were going out.

- It's the police.
- Police?

They think Chloe's friend Sara might've
been up here the day she was killed.

Wait, you were home that day, right?

- Um, what day was that?
- Tuesday.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I was here.

So did you see Sara?

- I don't think so. No.
- You don't think so?

No.

Mind if I use your bathroom?
People never think about that.

When do cops use the bathroom?

- It's right there.
- Thank you.

So... Tuesday.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Let me think a minute. Um...

So you're saying that
you can't say one way or the other?

After Chloe got here
to take care of Becca,

I went inside to take a nap.
I work most nights.

Condoms.

And what is it that you do, Mr. Harris?

Oh, I'm a musician.

Condoms in the bathroom.

So, anyway, it's possible that
Sara was up here.

I just... I couldn't really say for sure.

You know, maybe you should talk to
Chloe about this.

- I already have.
- And what did she tell you?

She said that she saw Sara earlier in
the day, but she didn't say anything

about Sara being in your apartment.

What else would she be doing
up here?

What is that?

That sounds like
somebody's cell phone.

Lan, who the hell's phone is this?

Why was her phone
in your bedroom?

Maybe she dropped it. I don't know.

You told me you went into the bedroom
to take a nap.

How could she go into the room,
drop the phone,

and you not see her?

She's right. It doesn't make sense
when you think about it.

We're running a test on the condoms
we found in your medicine cabinet.

Now there's something
you never wanna hear.

If the spermicide's a match,
you're facing a murder charge.

- Well, I didn't kill Sara.
- But you were sleeping with her.

Look, we had sex, okay?

But when Sara left my place,
she was fine.

You followed her down
to the basement, didn't you?

You followed her in the basement,
and then you killed her.

- No! I wouldn't hurt Sara.
- You wouldn't hurt her?

You're a married man sleeping with her
in your own bed.

What time did she leave
your apartment?

- A little before 1:00.
- How can you be sure?

Because Chloe gets back
from the park with Becca

every day around 1:00
to give her her lunch.

And Sara left maybe ten minutes before
Chloe got back.

Look, you ask Chloe,
she will tell you I was there.

There's no way
that I could've killed Sara.

Detective Beckett? Frank Garrison.

I've been retained to represent
Mr. Harris, and I'm directing him

not to answer
any more of your questions.

Your client can answer
my questions here

or he can answer them
in front of a grand jury.

If you've got enough to charge him,
do it.

Otherwise, he's coming with me.
Let's go, Mr. Harris.

Guess it's a lot tougher when they
actually know the rules, huh?

Thank you.

Lab says condoms are a match.

- So we can prove they had sex?
- Look, if Chloe got home at 1:00,

then there's no way he had time
to get down to the basement,

- kill Sara and make it back upstairs.
- Maybe we ought to pick Chloe up,

- see if she backs his story.
- We don't have to.

Why not?

Because the elevator cam
had a time stamp.

Our suspect says that Sara
left his apartment about 12:45,

and the camera in the elevator
puts her on it

headed towards the basement at 12:48.

We think she was murdered
maybe ten minutes later.

- So what are we looking for?
- The nanny who worked for the guy.

We're just trying to check out his story.

He claims she got home at 1:00, and
that he never left the apartment again.

There she is. 12:54.

Okay, that's six minutes after
Sara Manning got on the elevator.

Well, I guess
Harris was telling the truth.

Wait.
- What?

- Wait, where's the kid?
- Where's what kid?

Becca.

The little girl that Chloe takes care of.

Maybe she left the kid in the playground
with one of the other nannies.

Harris said that she came back
with his daughter

- at the same time every day.
- What difference does it make?

The difference is that there are
no coincidences,

not when murder's involved.

Chloe would've known Sara's schedule,
and Chloe would've known

that Sara was in the basement
at that time.

Pick her up.

- Can I help you?
- Does Chloe Richardson live here?

- Yes, but she's not here right now.
- Where did she go?

- Into the city.
- Do you mind if I take a look around?

No.

But I'm telling you, she's not here.
She left about an hour ago.

Detective.

That's the family that Chloe works for.

Not exactly the whole family.

She cut the mom
out of the picture.

- Where in the city did Chloe go?
- To their apartment.

She said that they needed her
to babysit tonight.

She must've found out
that I took Harris in for questioning.

If she talked to his wife,
she'd know he'd been released.

And we both know what she does to
people she doesn't like.

She's going after Ian Harris.

We better find her
before she finds him.

No answer in the apartment
when the doorman called upstairs.

But he's sure Chloe's there.
He says Ian Harris is up there, too.

Came home about an hour ago.

Which means Chloe would've
been there waiting for him.

All right, we don't have time to wait
for emergency services.

- We're gonna have to go in on our own.
- Whoa. What about him?

- He stays here.
- No! Come on! Come on!

I already signed my life away.
What more do you want?

Okay, Castle,
but it's accompany and observe,

not participate and annoy. Got it?

Participate and annoy
is a lot more fun, but all right.

And stay behind us in the hallway,
and don't move unless I tell you.

Hope to die.
You know what I mean. It's...

Open door.

I got a victim down, guys.
Stack them up.

- Police! New York City Police!
We're here! We're here!

- Mrs. Harris?
- In here! I locked us in the bathroom.

- Room all clear!
- Check him!

Mrs. Harris, are you okay?
Is your daughter with you?

Yes. Yes, we're okay.
He's still alive.

Mrs. Harris, is Chloe there?

No, no, it's just me and Becca.

Apartment's all clear. Chloe's not here.

You can come out now, Mrs. Harris.

- Where's Chloe, Mrs. Harris?
- I don't know.

She must've used her key.
I was just giving Becca a bath.

I didn't even know she was here.

- That's the doorman from downstairs.
- Answer it.

Hello.

Thank you. I'll tell her.

Doorman says a tenant called.

There's a girl in the laundry room,
and she's got a knife.

Where's the girl?
- She's inside, just sitting there.

Esposito, get these people out of here.

Let's go. Everybody up the stairs.

Come on, let's go.

- So what's the plan?
- To get everyone out of this alive.

Good plan.

You don't go in. Do you understand?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Chloe? Chloe, it's Detective Beckett.
Do you remember me?

Please just go away.

I'm sorry, Chloe, but I can't do that.

Look, Chloe, you're hurt.

Why don't you put the knife away,
and let me help you?

Why don't you just shoot me?

Hey, look at me. Look.

No one's gonna shoot anyone. Okay?

Unless it's you, if you take
another step inside, Castle.

He was sleeping with Sara.

I know.

Only the whole time,
he was sleeping with me.

And he was telling me
that he loved me,

that he was gonna leave his wife
for me.

Guys can be like that
sometimes, Chloe.

They can lie,
and I know when you find out

how much it could break your heart.

I'm pregnant.

Well, that's even more reason
for us to get you some help.

Right?

Look, I...

I just wanted to talk to her.

That's all.

I just wanted to tell her that
Ian and I were in love.

I know what happened to Sara
was an accident, Chloe.

I know that.

I left Becca in the park,
and I went up to the apartment

just to see if it was true, 'cause...

I'd seen the way he was looking at her.

As soon as I saw Ian's bed, I knew.

He went to take a shower,
so I came down here,

just to talk to Sara.

I know you didn't mean
to kill her, Chloe.

Sara was my friend, you know?
But she just... She didn't...

She didn't get it.

She didn't get
how we felt about each other.

So when she turned around,

I just grabbed the bleach,
and I hit her with it.

And she fell.

And I was so scared. I didn't...

I didn't know what to do, so I...

I put her in the dryer.

I was so angry. You know, just so mad.

Chloe, put the knife down, okay?
Let me help you.

Just put the knife down. Come on.

God, I'm so stupid.

It's okay.

So, looks like I managed to make it
through the case

without getting injured, shot or killed.

Yeah, well, maybe tomorrow.

By the way, I really liked that whole
sisterhood thing you ran back there.

I wasn't running anything, Castle.

What that guy did had consequences,
only he'll get to just walk away.

Well, not scot-free.

I mean, I sense a pretty big
divorce settlement in his future.

Whatever it is, it won't be enough.

So, did you guys get him?

On their way up the river as we speak.

Cool. Was it who you thought?

Actually, it wasn't.

Wow. It must've been
a pretty good story to surprise you.

Mmm-hmm.

You know, you better be careful
or you'll turn into one of your readers.

Okay, you just ruined it.

You know, it's okay
to be surprised sometimes.

That's the fun.

You surprise me, all the time.

I'll see you in the morning, Dad.

Good night, pumpkin.

- Dad?
- Mmm-hmm.

Thanks for being my nanny.

No sweat, kiddo.

I can see it in your eyes

They're speaking to me

Rest your head right here

To feel free

Come on in

The door is always open

For you

My friend

I'll always be here

So come on in