Castle

No, no. No.

- What is all that? - Oh, my lord.

Castle: Somewhere in one of these bags

is the perfect baby shower gift for Jen and Ryan.

I just need your help picking which one.

Ready?

Ta-da!

- No. - Is that a bulletproof baby ve...

- It's completely inappropriate. - Really?

- Oh, my... so wrong. - Okay.

Well, then, you're gonna hate the onesies

that say "I'm with officer stupid."

Richard, I... honestly.

Why can't you just buy a simple tradition...

Why is that so difficult for you?

It's not. This next one is perfect.

Trust me. - Okay.

Is it a baby-sized lightsaber?

No.

Please tell me that's not the creepy robot nanny

that sings Leonard Cohen lullabies.

What's wrong with Leonard Cohen lullabies?

It's more like "silence of the lambs"

than "Mary had a little lamb."

Oh, don't worry, sweetheart.

Fortunately,

Alexis has purchased the perfect baby shower gift.

All you have to do is sign the card.

Do you have any idea how hard it is

to find machine-washable kevlar?

Why didn't you tell me this before I went shopping?

Because we would have so missed torturing you.

You are our favorite reality show.

I'm so happy i could entertain you.

Thank you, Alexis.

I will drop this off at the precinct a little later.

Too bad you can't go to the shower.

Oh, well, Beckett got, uh, baby showers in the break-up, so...

That's funny, 'cause you... Recently you just, uh,

don't seem to be so tortured by all that.

Oh, well, you know, Beckett asked for some time,

so I'm just giving it to her.

- Every day. - Well...

- Sometimes twice. - What?

See, this is nice. Thank you so much.

Yeah. No problem.

Bye.

- Morning. - Hey.

So, our Vic is a Russian national.

Name of, uh... - Grigory mishkin.

I spoke to the police commissioner.

He's the son of a consulate officer,

which means this might get political.

Oh. Great.

Lanie, so what do we got?

Throat was slashed.

Liver temp puts the time of death between 2:00 and 4:00 A.M.

Any idea what our victim was doing

in an abandoned building in the middle of the night?

No. His pockets were turned out,

but his wallet and cellphone were found nearby.

So the killer searched him,

but there's no way to know if anything was taken.

Lanie, what do you make of these?

Looks like ink that was transferred

from whatever was in his shirt.

See if the lab can reconstruct the characters.

He might have been killed because of whatever was inside.

- Yeah. - Thanks.

Howdy.

"Howdy"?

Yeah, um, "yo" is getting played out,

so I thought I'd try something new.

You might want to keep trying, 'cause "howdy" is just...

Wrong.

Well, I like it.

Oh, by the way, there's a homeless guy

that was camped out down the block.

He heard a car roar to life, burned rubber around 2:30 A.M.,

so I'm pulling the street cam footage.

All right, keep me posted. I'm gonna head off to Russia and talk to the next of kin.

- Russia? - What?

Uh, legally,

a consulate is considered foreign territory, so...

Ah.

All right, see you later.

I'm consul general pavel oborin.

Captain Kate Beckett, NYPD.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. oborin.

Yes, captain.

I will take you to grigory's father, Sergei.

He hopes for a quick resolution and to see justice served.

As do we. Now, is it possible that

grigory's father's consulate work put his son at risk?

Oh, Mr. mishkin writes economic forecasts for commodities.

It's hardly a thing worth killing for.

And did you know grigory?

Oh, yes.

I watched him grow up.

You see, for us this is very personal.

I understand.

Then you will be amenable to my request

to have a Russian diplomatic security officer

assigned to the case.

Uh, Mr. oborin, i appreciate the offer,

but my detectives are the best in the city.

Well, I do not doubt that.

But still I must insist.

A spirit of cooperation is in everyone's best interest.

Please, can you tell me what happened with grigory?

Uh, we're not exactly sure just yet.

Do you have any idea what he was doing in an abandoned building?

I wish I did.

Grigory hasn't been himself

since we lost his mother, Anya, in a car accident.

Uh-huh.

The last month has been a downward spiral of...

Of drinking, drugs.

So he could have been meeting with a dealer.

I wouldn't know.

But the new crowd he was spending time with would.

And what crowd is this?

- Diplobrats. - What...

Spoiled children of foreign officers

who flaunt the law with diplomatic immunity.

They do what they like, and nobody can stop them.

Grigory got lost in their world.

Ryan: Meet the notorious diplobrats of New York City.

We arrest them, but immunity means no prosecution.

So it's like catch and release

but without the cooler full of beer.

Yeah, I'm searching through all their files,

see if there's a connection back to our Vic.

But so far, nothing.

Hey, did you hear the Russians are sending one of their own

to ride along with us? - Are you kidding me?

Vasily zhirov.

He's part of the Russian diplomatic security service.

- "Red heat" is coming here? - Oh! Castle.

Bearing gifts, I see.

This is your starter kit for little Kevin.

Except for the macallan 25 and the earplugs.

Those are for you.

You're a dear and thoughtful man.

I know. So, a Russian?

Yeah, Ivan drago's in the house.

I hear those guys are like automatons. Strictly business.

Well, if Boris is coming, could Natasha be far behind?

This could be trouble

for the big moose and little squirrel.

It's so...

He's right behind me, isn't he?

Yeah.

I know you.

You're Richard castle, no?

Yes.

Oh! Ooh!

It's such an honor!

The honor is mine, I assure you.

Mwah! Mwah!

Hey. Mwah.

I love your books.

Many a flight to Moscow, I've been kept company by Derrick storm.

And Nikki heat.

Also known as captain Beckett.

It's also an honor to meet the muse, the inspiration.

Yeah, uh, welcome to the 12th, Mr. zhirov.

Such a famous crime-solving duo.

It will be a privilege to watch you work.

Uh, well, sadly, we don't work together any longer.

But it cannot be.

Beckett without castle is like, uh, Boris without Natasha.

It's like starsky without the hutch.

It's just hutch.

Not "the hutch."

You said "the hutch."

Uh, street cams weren't able to get our getaway car,

but shotspotter was tripped by the engine noise.

What is, uh, spot shotter?

Castle: Shotspotter.

Audio surveillance system designed to detect gunshots.

And noises over 120 decibels can also activate the system,

so we got a recording.

You know what? I'll just have to get,

uh, experts to tell me what kind of make and model.

No need. That is a lamborghini huracán.

Yeah, the v-10s are notorious

for crackling and popping like a breakfast cereal.

Jurgen kass. Hmm?

The son of the Finnish ambassador

has that very same car.

He also has a history of drug and assault charges,

though, of course, all of those charges were dropped

due to his diplomatic immunity.

Well, murder doesn't get a pass, so pick him up.

Mr. castle, you already have broken open the case.

Yeah. You know, I'd be glad to stick around...

But I actually have some business to attend to, so...

Oh.

There we go.