Castle

I sure could go for something sweet.

Do you want to grab a bite to eat?

Actually, it's not food that I'm craving.

Oh, uh...

What? Is it...

No, no. It's nothing.

No, no. I happen to be an expert on nothing.

And this. This is not nothing.

Okay. Fine.

Um... do you know how you talk in your sleep sometimes?

Oh, yeah.

Well, last night you said a name.

Oh... and not your name I'm assuming.

No.

Well, I wouldn't read anything

into one random utterance.

14 utterances.

And the name was Jordan.

You said it over and over again.

Who's Jordan?

I have no idea.

Is it a woman?

No, it's nothing.

Castle, I know nothing.

Nothing is a dear friend of mine.

And this. This is not nothing.

Yes, it is. Besides...

most of what I say is meaningless.

Why would it be any different when I'm asleep?

We're not done here.

Come on, Castle. Who is Jordan?

I got nothing to hide. There's just nothing to tell.

Then why are you being so defensive?

I'm not.

Okay, fine.

I'll just wait until you're asleep.

And then I'll ask you.

You can't do that.

Come on, Castle. You just said that you had nothing to hide.

Yeah, but interrogating me in my sleep?

Would you stoop that low?

Who says I haven't already?

- Hey, Lanie. - Hey.

Wow. Talk about death by chocolate.

Don't blame it on the chocolate, Castle.

A bullet's what did him in.

So that red stuff's not raspberry sauce?

Afraid not. Exit wound.

So he was shot in the back and then fell in the mixer?

Looks like, but before that,

he may have struggled with his attacker.

Beige fibers--

they were caught on his watchband.

CSU will run an analysis.

Vic's name is Jimmy Whelan. He's the owner of the shop.

He has no record.

And nothing in his bio that points to who did this.

You can rule out dissatisfied customers.

These things are insanely good.

Eww.

You're eating a dead man's cupcake?

There was free samples.

Time of death?

Between 11:30 and 12:00.

Based on what?

All of a sudden, you're an ME?

I thought you liked it when I played doctor.

I, uh, based the time of death on what

the vic's assistant told me.

Right over there.

Okay, Todd, why don't you just run us through what happened?

Jimmy sent me on a delivery at 11:30--

a dozen red velvets to a beauty shop down the way.

And when I came back...

He's a super-nice guy-- Jimmy.

Well, is there anyone in his life

who didn't feel that way?

I'm not sure.

The truth is, this is only my second week here.

But he was acting real strange right before I left.

Strange how?

This car... cruised by the shop,

kinda slow.

He got all nervous.

That's when he sent me on my run,

like he wanted to get rid of me.

What kind of car was it?

It was a black '68 Charger R/T.

I know my muscle cars.

Did you see who was driving?

No, but whoever it was parked it around the corner

as I was leaving.

When I got back, the car was gone,

and there was Jimmy.

Well, we'll need a detailed description of that car.

Looks like Jimmy kept a lot of dough around here.

It is a bakery.

Good one.

This briefcase was stashed in his office.

That's $50,000.

Whoa. At $4 a pop,

he would have to sell 12,500 cupcakes.

That seems unlikely.

Todd, what do you know about that money?

Nothing. I swear.

But he's real paranoid about that case.

Twice a week, he'd take it out of the safe

and take it with him down to Staten Island.

- What for? - Just said he had business there.

Well, obviously Jimmy was into more than just baking cupcakes.

So let's look at all the owners

of '68 Chargers in the Metro area.

You got it.

Hey, where's Ryan?

Oh, right.

The appointment at Dr. Rosenberg's office

is in 20 minutes.

It's gonna take us at least 15 to get there,

so we should probably go, right?

Which means you should probably...

Hey, what's the matter?

What if it's my fault?

What if it turns out that there's something wrong with me?

It's nobody's fault, Kev.

We just need to know what's going on.

You want some help?

Nice.

So master baker Jimmy Whelan,

longtime purveyor of caloric yet delicious baked goods,

sponsor of a local kids' softball team,

charter member of the small business roundtable--

but what was he doing with 50 grand in cash,

and why the secret trips to Staten Island?

Sounds like you're not the only one keeping secrets, Castle.

I'm going to ignore that.

That's peculiar.

What's so peculiar about wanting to ignore--

No, no, no, I mean these purchase orders.

They show that Jimmy spent over $70,000

on kitchen equipment.

Like a 20-foot-wide walk-in freezer.

I don't remember seeing that.

That's because there wasn't one.

It wouldn't even fit in his kitchen.

Yo. So I ran '68 Chargers.

There's only a handful of them on the road, but get this.

One of 'em is registered to a Robert S Shannon,

AKA Bobby S.

He's a shot caller

for the Irish mob over in Staten Island.

He's a ruthless son of a bitch, too--

drug trafficking, assaults.

He's suspected of half a dozen murders over in Staten Island.

Wait a minute. Secret trips to Staten Island, all that cash...

What if the cupcake shop is actually a mob front?

Jimmy Whelan the baker

is actually Jimmy Whelan the money launderer.

Bobby S could've had a falling out with him,

could've whacked him.

Maybe, but we're gonna need more

than just his car at the crime scene

to connect him to that murder.

Well, I may have somebody who can help us out with that.

I pulled Jimmy's phone records.

In the last three days, he received numerous calls

from a woman named, um... Sibhan...

Siob--

Siob--Sib--

- Siobhan. - Siobhan?

Yeah, the Irish are notorious for spelling names

in wild and unpronounceable ways.

I don't even see how you get that from--

you're not alone.

Anyway, Siobhan O'Doul,

she runs a bar over in Staten Island.

And according to organized crime,

it's a place where Bobby S does a lot of his business.

Does Siobhan happen to own that bar?

She does, yeah.

Thank you for coming in, Ms. O'Doul.

Anything for New York's finest.

Yeah, especially considering

that a felony charge like obstruction

would cost you your liquor license.

What do you want?

I need some answers about Jimmy Whelan.

Never heard of him.

That's funny considering you made seven phone calls

to him over the last three days.

Oh, Jimmy the baker.

Yeah, I-I'm thinking of ordering some cupcakes.

Yeah, well, you missed your chance. He was killed.

When?

Earlier today.

Do you know anything about it?

No. Why would I?

Well, we think that someone that frequents your bar

was involved.

What can you tell me about Bobby S?

I'm not saying another word.