Castle

Oh, God.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Lucy, I'm home!

- Ricky. - Hello, darling.

Lucy, you should have told me we had company.

That costs extra.

Well, according to your little, mechanical friend here,

you have been drowning your sorrows in frozen pizza,

online shopping...

And Dolph Lundgren marathons.

Et tu, Lucy?

Is nothing private?

Not without the proper setting.

Darling, I-I mean,

I know it's difficult for you without Katherine,

but really, isn't it a little early in the day for this?

These are for Ryan and Esposito.

They get the results of their sergeant's exam today,

so I thought I'd drop down to the precinct,

surprise them a little later on.

And if Beckett happens to be there...

All the more reason to celebrate.

Hey, so, any word on the exam?

- Stop it. - You're gonna jinx it.

Okay, okay.

Done.

Hey, Lanie.

- Hey. - So, who is this?

Justin Fletcher, 38.

Two GSWS to the chest, close range.

- Any idea when this happened? - Around 10:14 a.m.

Wow. That's pretty specific.

That's when 911 received an anonymous call from a witness.

Tech's trying to trace it now.

So that's our victim's car?

Yeah. Keys were in his pocket. We're just digging into it.

Then this wasn't a carjacking.

Or a robbery.

Victim still has cash and wallet on him.

These are bulletproof windows, huh?

That's not the only upgrade. These tires are reinforced run-flat,

and there are kevlar panels in these doors.

So what do you think?

Maybe he was corporate security?

Not with that tiny backseat.

I mean, there's no room for a guy to get in there.

Oh.

- I'm just gonna stop talking. - Yeah, okay.

Now the plot thickens.

Espo, why don't you get CSU to sweep this?

Maybe they can tell us what our victim was hiding here.

Might be what he was killed for.

Is that the test results?

No, no.

Tech got a name and address on that anonymous 911 call.

Mia Laszlo.

Address in Battery Park.

All right, pick her up.

Yes?

Ms. Laszlo, I'm Detective Esposi...

yeah.

Detective Esposito. This is Detective Ryan.

We want to ask you a few questions

about that murder you reported.

- Can we come in? - No.

Excuse me, ma'am! We still need to talk to you!

There is a reason it was an anonymous call.

You witnessed a murder, so you either let us in to talk,

or we can drag you down to the station.

Just a minute.

Okay, listen closely. Here's how this is going to go.

I ride in the backseat, alone,

and the windows stay down the whole way.

Can you think of anyone who would have wanted to kill your brother?

No. Everyone loved Justin. He was such a good guy.

He left the army to take care of me after our parents died.

He made sure that I went to college.

He, uh... he paid for all of it, even though he...

he had a hard time finding a job at first.

And what did he do exactly?

He was a high-end driver, made a lot of deliveries.

Anything illegal?

I don't know. Why?

We found a secret compartment in his car,

and we think that he might have been killed because of what was inside.

Do you have any idea what he kept in there

or maybe what he was doing in the garage this morning?

No.

The last time that I spoke to him was yesterday.

He said that he had to go meet someone named Falcon.

Hey, Beckett!

Beckett, Beckett, Beckett, Beckett, Beckett.

Do I smell?

What?

Our witness is threatening

to file a complaint against me for assault with a deadly odor.

Says that I smell like soiled baby diapers

and Javi's cologne is "Satan's butt sweat."

I mean, yeah, it is pretty strong, but...

Can you interview her?

You always smell so pretty.

Captain.

Okay, fine.

You and Espo dig into Justin's life, though,

see if you can find a connection to someone named Falcon.

I'm Captain Beckett.

Thank you so much for coming in, Ms. Laszlo.

Let's just get this over with.

Uh, so, what do you remember about the murder this morning?

Not much.

I heard two gunshots,

and then a guy with a ski mask got on the elevator with me.

I thought he was gonna kill me, but he didn't.

Instead, he got off at the ground level.

I called 911 and left.

Can I go home now?

- Uh, no. - Why not?

Because I'm not done asking you questions just... yet.

Do you always eat kale for breakfast?

'Cause that is just wrong.

How did you know that I had kale this morning?

You reek of it.

Like, this room stinks of grade- "d" Greek food.

You're very sensitive to smell.

Oh, you should change your name to Captain Obvious.

It's called hyperosmia.

Look it up.

Okay, uh, so, what did our killer smell like?

Gosh, I don't know.

It was either puppies or gunpowder.

Are you always this unpleasant?

Yep.

Huh.

Is there anything else that you remember

about the guy in the elevator?

He was a white guy.

He was about six feet tall, dark clothes,

and he was carrying a silver briefcase

that he got off of that dead guy.

All right. Thank you very much.

Well, the owner confirms it.

The garage has no cameras.

And I got uniforms pulling footage from surrounding areas.

Like a well-oiled machine.

What's that?

- It's the exam results. - Moment of truth.

Yep.

All right, bro. On three.

1, 2...

Yes.

Sergeant Esposito right here.

Damn. Sorry, bro.

I don't understand.

How did you pass and I didn't?

Oh, hey.

Ryan, next time, pal.

Hey.

Espo, way to go!

Hey!

Nice.

You know.

Hey.

Hey. How you doing?

I'm, uh, good.

Um, you know, if... if you just wait by the elevators,

Ryan and Espo will take you home.

I'd rather French kiss a corpse.

A uniform will drive you.

She seems nice. What's with the nose thing?

Mm, long story.

Um, listen, I was... I was planning on calling you.

Really? Well, here I am.

Roguishly handsome and at your service.

What do you need?

Um, I was just hoping I could stop by the loft later on

'cause I need to pick up the rest of my stuff.

Uh, absolutely. Yeah, anytime.

Okay. Thanks.

She's clearly got the hots for you.

Who?

Captain Hoochie Mama.

Her pheromone output went through the roof when she saw you.

And you know this how?

I can smell it, like I can smell

that you washed your hair with shaving cream this morning,

and you chose day-old tacos over brushing your teeth.

Are you a wizard?

A cursed one.

Wait. You have hyperosmia.

Just how heightened is your olfactory acuity?

It's off the charts. How do you...

I read a lot.

You're telling me you can tell

exactly how Beckett feels about me just by her smell?

Yes.

Tell you what.

I have a brand-new Ferrari downstairs.

Smells like heaven.

How about I give you a ride home

and you can tell me a little more?