Castle

One Man's Treasure

There are two kinds of folks

who sit around thinking about how to kill people:

psychopaths and mystery writers.

I'm the kind that pays better.

Who am I?

I'm Rick Castle.

Castle.

Castle.

I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?

Every writer needs inspiration. And I found mine.

Detective Kate Beckett.

Beckett. Beckett.

- Nikki Heat? - The character he's basing on you.

And thanks to my friendship with the mayor,

I get to be on her case.

I would be happy to let you spank me.

And together, we catch killers

We make a pretty good team, you know?

Like Starsky and Hutch.

Turner and Hooch.

You do remind me a little of Hooch.

oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh.

Aah!

Check your six, Maverick.

This is your captain up and on the mountain.

Listen up, ladies and gentlemen.

Our fugitive has been on the run for 90 minutes.

We're in the pipes. Let's keep our feet dry this time.

Jungle radio, this is One Delta Bravo.

Eyes on suspect. Requesting backup, over.

Requesting permission to deploy

laser-activated radioactive immobilizer.

Permission denied.

Really. Richard.

I have all of these new lines to learn

before my play goes into rehearsal.

I'm goin' in.

If that comes any closer, you're gonna have

Black Hawk down on your hands. Oh!

What's all this?

Official police tactical training.

Oh, hey, dad. Did you get a chance to sign

that permission slip I gave you the other day?

Haven't you learned to forge my signature yet?

Ah. Credit cards? Yes. Permission slips? No.

It's my civics class.

Every student has a 3-day volunteer internship at one of

the city's agencies... law enforcement, sanitation, fire.

Oh, go with fire. They have the best calendars.

I went with law enforcement.

Detective Beckett already said it's cool

if I volunteer down at the station.

Oh, well, as a member of the NYPD volunteer squad,

I would be happy to show you the ropes.

Actually, Detective Beckett is giving me

my orientation course tomorrow morning.

Then I would be honored to carpool with you

or share a cab.

hmm.

Castle.

Prelim suggests the victim died

of a single gunshot wound to the chest at close range.

- Any signs of struggle? - Contusions coming up here...

- Uh-huh. - And here.

But it's likely a result of his tumble down the trash chute.

What?

What are you doing?

Well, I can't breathe through my nose.

I happen to have a very acute sense of smell.

Suck it up, Castle. Real cops deal with worse.

Yeah, not to mention medical examiners.

Do you know how long I have to shower

before heading out on a date?

No, but if you need someone to time it for you,

- I'd be happy to... - found it!

It must have fallen out of his jacket on the way down.

Yep, that's our guy.

All right the name is Sam Parker.

And the driver's license has his address placed in Connecticut.

Maybe he's visiting someone in the building.

You mean dropping by?

Ryan here.

Thanks, bro.

Esposito's up on 15.

Says he found out where our guy was shot.

All right. Let's go.

From the blood spatter, our guy was shot right here.

Then...

He was shoved head first down the chute.

A kill who cleans up after himself.

Very "American Psycho."

He probably wanted to get out of the building unnoticed.

Figured that the dumpster wouldn't be emptied

for a couple of days.

He didn't count on a tenant on the seventh floor...

a hottie... seeing the body drop

As she threw out her pizza box.

Is she distraut? Because I can be very comforting.

- CSUs? - Team's on its way.

Neighbors didn't hear the shot.

Ah. Poor-man's silencer.

He must have picked it up from this pile here

and then thrown it back when he was done.

Resourceful.

How did a clean-cut suburban guy end up this far from home

dead and thrown out with the trash?

Are you ready? Here we go.

I know Alexis already talked to you.

I just wanted to make sure that you're really okay

with having her here.

I wouldn't have said yes if I wasn't.

Well, yeah, but you're busy,

and I just don't want her to be in the way.

Big Castle is the one who likes to get in the way.

I'm sure little Castle will be a pleasure.

Sam Parker, age 38.

Lives in Connecticut with his wife Helen and his two kids.

Wife's en route to the morgue to ID the body.

We contacted the leasing office,

and they don't have a Sam Parker listed as a tenant.

So he probably was visiting someone.

Uniforms are canvassing. No hits yet.

CSU's working to untangle the prints,

but since it's a common room, there's probably dozens of them.

However, the chute handle, doorknob and soda bottle

were all wiped clean.

All right, let's go visit the wife at the morgue.

Maybe she can tell us what he was doing in the city tonight.

And if she doesn't know, that tells us something, too.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, here you go.

Oh, fresh. And hot and hot and hot.

He doesn't make me coffee.

You okay?

It's never easy, no matter how much experience you have.

Oh, my God.

I'm Detective Kate Beckett. I am with the NYPD.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Do you have any idea who did this?

We are doing everything we can to figure that out.

Um, excuse me. We're in the middle of an identification.

That's why she's here.

And you are?

I'm here to identify my husband.

Oh, my God.

Excuse me, your husband?

What's your relation to the victim?

I'm his fiancée.

I'm sorry. What did you just say?

I'm his fiancée.

Dude, you are so busted.

Sync, corrections elderman

I don't even know how to get the two of them out here.

I'm just scared that...

Is that our vic's wife?

Fiancée.

The wife is over there.

Come again?

Fiancée.

- Mm-hmm. - Wife.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, boy.

I know. Isn't it delicious?

Okay, who do we talk to first?

Mm. Okay.

I know this is difficult Miss Reed,

but if we could ask you, a few questions.

How long did you know Mr. Parker?

Parker?

Sam.

His name's Jake. Jake Holland.

Um...

According to his, uh, driver's license,

It's Sam Parker.

It was all a lie... even his name?

Where did the two of you meet?

At work.

A-a girlfriend of mine said that there was this great guy

in her department, and did I want to meet him.

- And when did you two last speak? - This afternoon.

He called to say he was on his way back to the city.

His father is in the hospital upstate.

He has late-stage Alzheimer's,

and Jake would drive up to see him every...

I'm so stupid.

He was spending the weekends with...

His wife.

So you were intending to see him tonight?

We were going to get takeout and watch a movie.

A neighbor stopped me in the hallway

and told me that the police had been there,

but when I called, nobody could tell me anything.

I-I guess now I know why.

Because we ID'ed him as Sam Parker.

Somebody at the morgue

confirmed that a body had been picked up at his address,

so I went down there.

When he proposed,