Castle

Good night and sweetly dreams.

Oh, no.

Good night and sweet dreams.

Pequeño, how you got out of cage, yeah?

Stop it, stop it, stop!

Uh... Who are you yelling at?

No one. I just... Still have writer's block. That's all.

So, you're taking it out on your laptop?

No, not the laptop. The... that cursor.

Just look at it there, taunting me,

just blinking on, off, on, off,

like it's so easy writing a best-selling novel.

'Cause I'd like to see you try it, Mr. cursor!

I'd like to see you try it! So why don't we...

You know what? Why don't we just say goodbye to Mr. cursor?

What is this, fan mail?

Oh, not exactly.

Remember I went on "good morning America"

a while back and offered a reward for proof

of anyone who knew what happened to me

during those eight weeks i disappeared?

But, castle, those letters are over a year old,

and we've already proven

that all the theories were ridiculous.

Why are you re-reading them?

Looking to spark my imagination.

But, honestly, these letters are not very inventive.

They all either claim i was a victim of

a government conspiracy or abducted by aliens and probed.

This guy even drew a diagram of me being violated by e.T.

I need inspiration, Beckett,

and although Lester's knowledge of alien anatomy is commendable,

it is just not enough.

Ah. Sorry. One second.

Beckett.

Okay. All right. I will be right there.

You know that I would love to take you, but...

But we have to maintain the ruse of our separation

until you capture loksat.

I know. I know. I just...

What am I supposed to write about without my muse, Beckett?

I need you. I-I'm Sherlock without Watson.

No, you probably mean Watson without your Sherlock

because, after all, my darling, you're the writer.

Okay. I'll see you.

Uh, you know what?

Why don't you just go to your p.I. Office

if you're so desperate for a case to solve?

Maybe Alexis and Hayley have something

that's worthy of... Inspiration.

Beckett: Good morning, Ryan.

Hey.

So, I, uh, saw the broken door outside.

- Robbery gone wrong? - No, we don't think so.

According to the zoo supervisor,

all the animals are accounted for.

Is that a snake hook?

Yep. Looks like our victim was bludgeoned to death with it.

Okay. Who's the victim?

Uh, we're not 100% sure yet.

The zoo supervisor thinks that it's Eddie Ramirez,

the nighttime animal caretaker.

If it is, then he's an El Salvador native

who's lived in the states for the past few years...

Yeah, I'm sorry. Uh, can we go back?

Why are you having trouble i.D.Ing the victim?

We can't positively I.D. The victim yet

because the killer tossed his body into...

A pit filled with deadly snakes.

Okay. Well, that's a first.

Your fearless leader has arrived.

Oh, yay. Now go file these.

Well, I take it business has been good.

Yeah, we're working on three cases right now.

Got a corporate malfeasance, an insurance fraud,

and a financial embezzlement.

Wow. You know what all three of those cases have in common?

They are all incredibly boring. You guys, come on!

- When did you sell out? - Excuse me?

I think what you meant to say, Rick, was,

"thank you so much, ladies, for taking my money pit of a hobby

and making it into a profitable business."

I didn't open this place to make money.

I opened it for the exciting cases, you know?

The double-crossing dame, the stolen relic,

a locked-room mystery.

Dad, you're just naming plots from 1940s gumshoe novels.

Speaking of, aren't you supposed to be writing

your next Nikki heat book?

Would if I could. Come on, guys.

Let's just ditch this corporate nonsense

and find a case worthy of investigating,

you know, with mysteries, with bold characters

and twists and turns and...

Murdered man ends up in a pit of deadly snakes?!

Now, that...

That is a case worth investigating.

Hey.

Well, hello, captain.

I'm glad you're alone.

I've been meaning to say how proud I am of you.

Oh. For what?

For breaking up with Mr. castle, of course.

Now you're free to meet a man who can really appreciate you.

Um...

Like my brother, Edgar.

Your, uh, brother?

My identical twin.

Oh, there's two of you?

I'd be happy to introduce you... yeah, no.

Uh, no, but, uh, thank you, perlmutter.

It's just that i-I'm not quite ready to date right now.

I understand that you have confirmed

that our victim is Eddie Ramirez, right?

Yes. Here are his personal effects.

Cause of death was blunt-force trauma to the skull.

Mm-hmm. Based on lividity,

I'd say it took place between 9:00 and 11:00 last night.

So, then, the killer must have dumped his body in the snake pit

to slow down our investigation.

Genius plan.

Mr. castle, what the hell are you doing here?!

It is nice to see you, too, perlmutter.

Can't you see the lady doesn't love you anymore?

Be a man. Walk away.

See, it's because of nitwit pretty boys like you

that good men like my brother, Edgar, struggle to find...

Uh, perlmutter,

would you mind giving us the room just for a moment?

There's a scalpel and a rib spreader if you need them.

Wow.

Perlmutter really doesn't like me.

Neither do I right now.

I know, I know, i just wanted to see the snakes.

Help yourself, castle. They are all at the zoo.

Really? They're not here?

I thought they would be evidence or something.

No, but this might be.

Someone sent the victim a text yesterday.

"Where go my money, Eddie?

Yous owe huge. Paybacks time.

I got ways for to get you dead."

It was sent by a blocked number.

I'll see if vikram can trace it.

"I got ways for to get you dead."

That's particular syntax, unique grammatical structure,

perhaps denoting a cultural significance.

Or maybe bad autocorrect.

No, Beckett. This was no error.

This was a specific choice.

It was a methodical decision, dialectology 101,

and I, being an expert in the English language,

would be happy to help you solve this linguistic mystery.

Castle, you're not gonna work the case.

So, why don't you just, uh, go back home,

and I will see you tonight.

While I do love kissing you, Beckett,

it's just a little creepy

when you do it in front of a dead body.

It's... Inappropriate.

Captain, check out what we found

hidden under Eddie Ramirez's bed.

Ryan: Ten g's. The question is

how does someone who feeds snakes and lizards for a living

scrape together this much cash?

Now, that threatening text that Eddie received

was about owing someone money.

I'd be shocked if those two aren't related.

If they are, then I might be of assistance.

Turns out the text was sent from an untraceable burner,

but when the text was sent,

it had to go through a wireless network.

- Did you track down the network? - Yep.

It belongs to an English- as-a-second-language school.

Is there any connection to Eddie Ramirez?

I spoke with a teacher who said

Eddie was a part of the class,

but he was absent yesterday when the text was sent.

All right, guys. Go check it out.

Ryan: All right.

Class: To get to jfk airport from here,

you can take the e train.

But since you are late for your flight,

I suggest you take a cab.

But since you are late for your flight,

I suggest you take a cab.

Yo, we're NYPD.

We need to talk.

Yo, we're NYPD.

We need to talk.

This thing about Eddie is quite a shock.

The students have been talking about it all morning.

We understand that Eddie missed class yesterday.

Do you know if he was avoiding any of the other students,

perhaps someone he was having problems with?

Eddie? No. He was a sweet man, a gentle soul.

Everybody liked him.

Well, not everybody.

This text was sent yesterday during class.

Any idea who might have written that?