Castle

All right, everybody, last hand for the night.

Aw... phooey. It's only... ah!

It's not even midnight.

Some people have jobs to go to in the morning.

Oh, my son, the working stiff.

Phooey. I fold.

If you don't mind me saying, mrs. R., you fold a lot.

I just don't believe in stringing along a bad hand.

Why waste time?

Actually, mother's game isn't really texas hold'em.

It's strip poker.

Keeps things humming along, if you know what i mean.

Well, frankly, i prefer strip, because even when you lose, you win.

Raise $20.

Call.

Make it a hundred.

Whoa.

- 100 bucks? - Man up, bro.

Really?

- I'm out. - Slop.

What about you, castle? You're already in for the blind.

Not scared of a little...

Action, are you?

"Action" is my middle name.

Don't worry, sweetheart, he's bluffing.

Whenever he blinks too much,

It means he's got a lousy hand.

- Mother. - Well...

All right, here we go.

There it is.

Uh-Oh.

What?

He's not blinking, but now he's tapping,

Which means he might have the nuts.

What's the matter?

You're not afraid of a little action, are you?

All in.

- Take him down, beckett. - Yeah, make him pay.

Can't write your way out of this one, huh, castle?

Way to go, beckett.

Maybe someone should change their middle name to "loser."

- Loser. - What can i say?

Guess it just wasn't my night.

Ah, see, i told you he was bluffing.

It's the...

It's the blinking thing, yeah, you're right.

Beckett.

Yeah, we'll be there in 20.

Homicide on henry street.

I'll take care of this for you.

Thank you.

Well, at least you guys are already downtown.

But it's after midnight.

Murder never sleeps, mrs. R.

Yeah, neither do we.

Someone say "murder"?

Hold on, i'll get my coat.

Look at him, all excited.

Yeah, like a kid at christmas.

With a dead body under the tree.

Castle S01E08

- Is that motor oil? - Looks like it,

But i'll have to pump out the tub and run some tests to be sure.

It's motor oil, all right. 10w-40.

Empties in the closet.

What kind of a freak drowns a woman in motor oil?

Someone's trying to send a message.

I already told the uniforms.

Once people check in,

I don't wanna know what they do up there.

Her purse was missing, and she didn't have an i.D. On her.

Any chance she paid for the room with a credit card?

All i can tell you is,

Whoever rented the room on friday paid cash for a 5-Day stay.

They were supposed to be out tonight.

So at midnight, i went up to check

If the place was empty and found her in the tub.

It's gonna be a bitch to clean it.

So if anybody was meeting her here--

It's not like the guests arrive and i ring them up.

This ain't the ritz.

Clearly.

What about tonight? Anyone strange coming in or going out?

Hey, bill.

Jasmine, how's it hangin'?

I think you just described half their clientele.

Unidentified woman-- Early 40s, good health.

She's wearing a wedding ring, but there's no inscription.

Cause of death? Drowning.

And there's a nasty contusion on the back of her head.

So somebody hit her hard enough to knock her out

And then gave her a motor oil bath.

And i found this in one of her pockets.

Ticket stub for the metro-North.

Our victim took the train in from westchester yesterday morning.

Westchester to lower manhattan?

That's a long way to go for a lube job.

See, when married ladies go to cheap hotels,

It's always about sex.

Or drugs.

The sample in one of the wine glasses tested positive for remian.

A sleeping pill.

This was not a crime of passion.

That room was rented for five days

And someone stocked the place up with motor oil.

That takes planning.

And nice suburban ladies don't just take the train into the city

And not return without somebody noticing.

Irvington p.D. Logged a call last night from a michael goldman

Wanting to report his wife allison missing.

Clothing and description match.

Said she went into the city for work and never came back.

Said he knew that something was wrong.

Poor guy. Unless he's the killer...

And he's covering his tracks by calling the police

Before the body's discovered.

How about we question him before we convict him?

You got an address?

- Thanks. - Yep.

I don't un-Understand.

Wh-Where did you say that she was found?

At an s.R.O. In the city.

It's a single room occupancy. It's like a transient hotel.

Why would she be in a place like that?

Can you think of anyone she might've been meeting?

No.

My wife and i were happily married, detective.

We had no secrets.

You told police last night that your wife went into the city for her job?

She was working part-Time.

We'd had some financial setbacks the last few years.

I'd been laid off, and we had to give up the apartment.

How did your wife handle the move to the suburbs?

Not, uh, not too well.

Allison missed the city, so a couple months ago,

She got a job working three days a week at a clothing boutique in manhattan--

This little place on 72nd called lehane's.

She said that being there...

I'm sorry.

She said that being there reminded her of the good old days.

So i'm trying to put together a timeline of allison goldman's last hours.

First call i make is to lehane's, the store where she worked.

I say to the owner, "good morning, sir,

I'd like to talk to you about your employee-- Allison goldman."

And?

And he says, "who?"

Allison didn't work there.

Not yesterday, not ever.

Well, if she wasn't going into the city three times a week for a job,

Then what was she doing there?

And how did she come home friday night with 400 bucks in cash for the family kitty?

Maybe castle was right. Maybe this was about sex.

The lady was a soccer mom.

Come by my daughter's school about 3:30.

The place is like happy hour.

Maybe she had a boyfriend.

Yes, a boyfriend--

Someone she met in line at zabar's or, uh, one afternoon at the museum

When she, uh, ducked in to escape a rainstorm.

Maybe it was someone she already knew from the city,

Someone who reminded her of when times were good,

Before she had to give up that cute apartment with the partial river view.

Someone who was slipping her a little cash

While he was slipping her something else.

Yeah, allison goldman wouldn't have some cheap affair.

This person would've had to have meant something to her...

Someone who cared for her, someone who listened to her.

Only now he wanted a little more return for his investment,

Something she wasn't willing to do.

Like leave her husband.

And when she wouldn't, then he got violent.

Yep.

You know, i feel so stupid.

Here i am looking for evidence,

And all i had to do was just make something up.

So this imaginary boyfriend killer--

Do you think that he has an imaginary address?

Detective beckett?

Mr. Goldman, what is it?

My lawyer called the social security office this morning

To let them know that allison had passed away.

He faxed this to me two hours ago.

- A death certificate? - Yeah. For allison porter.

Now porter was my wife's maiden name.

But it says here that allison porter died in 1963.

When she was 3 months old.

But this child's social security number is the same as my wife's.

My wife wasn't the woman she said she was.

Our whole life together...

Was a lie.

So for 20 years,

This woman was living under a false name?

That's crazy.

Yeah, her husband was pretty shaken up.

Trust me on this one, kiddo.

When a woman marries a man and doesn't bother to tell him

Who she is for 20 years,

She's a criminal-- Mata hari, shady lady.

In other words, a very good actress.

Speaking of which,