Castle

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've found mine. I'm detective Kate Beckett.

Beckett. Aah!

Beckett? Could you get some backup, please?

And thanks to my friendship with the mayor,

I get to be on her case. Oh!

Do I look like a killer to you? Yes, you kill my Patience.

And together, we catch killers.

I hate this case. I know. Isn't it great?

Where'd he go?!

I lost him.

I think he went through here!

Castle, down on the ground, now!

Come on.

Are you guys re-enacting the humpty dumpty crime scene?

It's the autumnal equinox today.

Yeah, and according to Mr. Wizard there,

it's the only time of year you can balance an egg on its tip.

Don't you guys have work to do? Nah.

No, not really. Hmm. Well, now you do.

By the way, that whole thing with the egg

is just urban legend. Not true.

I saw castle do it last year.

What's wrong with you?

Still no word from him?

No.

Maybe you should call him.

He said that he would be back in the fall,

and it's fall, so clearly, he has better things to do.

Maybe he's not back from the Hamptons yet.

Maybe he's still working on his book.

Beckett.

Yeah.

I need you people to move back, please.

Ma'am, please get back.

Ooh. Speaking of humpty dumpty.

Maybe somebody tried to stand her up on her head.

After all, it is the autumnal equinox.

It wasn't the fall that killed her.

More like multiple gunshot wounds to the torso

before doing a Greg louganis out that window up there.

Victim's name is Chloe Whitman. Couple of pedestrians

heard shots and saw the body fall out the window,

but when uniforms got here, the apartment was empty.

There's no doorman on duty, so, so far, no one recalls

seeing anyone flee the scene.

All right, have uniforms start knocking on doors.

Find out what else our neighbors didn't see.

Hey, it's castle.

Guess he did finish that book.

Nice of him to send us a copy.

It looks like he's back in town.

Nice of him to call.

All right, guys. You can stop pining for your girlfriend.

After all, we got a body full of holes.

So what else do we know about our victim? She's got a boyfriend. Evan Murphy. He's on his way.

Okay, let's go upstairs and see what else we can find.

He really is ruggedly handsome.

Mm.

From the spatter pattern, she was backing away from the door.

After the first bullet hits her, she tries to get away.

Got nowhere to go but out the window.

So large caliber gun.

Round goes through her and breaks the glass.

She goes diving out.

Looks like she was leaving town.

Well, it wasn't a robbery.

Would you check these items for fibers and prints?

If we're lucky, there was a struggle. Sure. We'll take care of it.

Beckett, Chloe's boyfriend Evan is here.

So someone just came here and shot her for no reason?

Well, usually, in cases like these, there is a reason.

How long had you and Ms. Whitman been dating?

About six months.

And was there anyone in her life with violent tendencies,

maybe anyone that she had disputes with?

No. (Sniffles) No, she...

The worst thing I ever saw her do was jaywalk.

What did she do for a living? She's a teacher.

She was a teacher.

They all loved her.

Were you expecting her over tonight?

No. Why? Well, she packed an overnight bag.

That... that doesn't make sense.

She... she has class tomorrow.

She wouldn't just leave without saying anything.

Excuse me.

Victim had it in her hand. It was in her fingers so tight,

I almost didn't see it.

This is an address in Tribeca. Could be where she was going.

Only one way to find out.

The address is registered to a Maya santori.

32. She's clean. No priors.

417? Yeah.

Yeah, right there.

It's open.

NYPD! (Esposito) NYPD! Let me see your hands.

Drop it, now! Gun!

No! (Gunshot, plaster crackles)

Whoa!

Castle?

Beckett?

What are you doing here?

I... uh...

Down! Down! Put it down!

Drop that gun now! Drop the gun, stupid! Drop the gun!

Yeah, no, no, it's okay. Drop it, slimebag!

Whoa. Okay, guys, easy. It's not what it looks like. (Gun thuds)

It never is. Turn around.

Castle, turn around. (Handcuffs jangle)

Richard castle, you're under arrest for murder.

Something's different.

Did you remodel?

You've been informed of your rights, Mr. Castle?

Really?

You're not even gonna ask me how my summer was?

You are aware that you're under arrest for murder?

I thought you were being rough with the cuffs just for fun.

You look good.

You look good, too.

Yeah?

For murder. Why are you so mad at me?

Maybe because you were found standing over a dead body

with a gun in your hand.

Yeah, but I told you, she was dead when I got there.

Why didn't you call?

I was going to call you.

But then you showed up before I could.

Really?

Well, then why did we find you in our victim's apartment?

Well, because she called me.

Oh, so you and Ms. Santori were in a relationship.

Well, I wouldn't say it was a relationship.

I bought a couple of sculptures from her. Were you sleeping with her?

How is that relevant? Motive.

Ah.

No, I wasn't sleeping with her.

Are you sure? Beautiful woman...

I'm in a relationship. With whom?

Is that a new lipstick? Castle.

You know with whom. How should I know? I haven't seen you in months.

You could've been in dozens of relationships

with women since then. You sound jealous.

Jealous of you dating your second ex-wife and publisher?

Tell me, does she make you do everything on a deadline?

So how about you?

You still with that, uh, cop boyfriend of yours?

What was his name again... demming?

You broke up?

This victim that called you, what was it about?

She said she was in trouble

and she couldn't go to the police. So why did she call you?

Because Maya knew I had a relationship with you... ooh.

With the NYPD.

She thought I could help. Help how?

Well, she didn't say. She just told me to come over.

When I got there, the door was open. The place was trashed.

She was dead on the bed,

and there was a gun on the floor.

So you, being the expert veteran of dozens of crime scenes,

decided to pick up the murder weapon to,

what, ensure that we had your prints?

Maybe you missed the part where I said she was shot dead.

When I heard the noises coming from the next room,

I thought whoever killed her was coming back.

So I picked up the gun to defend myself.

It seemed like a very good idea at the time. That's when you,

esposito and Annie oakley come bursting through the door.

Annie oakley? (Beckett) Detective esposito was responding...

I am not a threat... I kinda almost shot castle.

What? He had a gun.

Shoulda let you shoot him.

It would've served him right for not calling. (Castle) We should be

at the crime scene looking for clues.

So tell me, why should I believe you,

considering that you pretty much make up stories for a living?

Because you know me.

Do you know her? Chloe Whitman.

She was shot to death.

Your friend's address was found in her hands

after she was killed.

Another murder? What's their connection?

I don't know. You were the one with the gun. You tell me.

Beckett, a word.