Castle

Long flight?

Endless. How much further?

You have some time.

If you want to sleep, go ahead, sir.

Hey! I made some coffee for you.

It's insomniac strength.

This is the fourth night in a row that you haven't slept.

- Something wrong? - I don't know.

Maybe my subconscious has a pressing need to...

catch up on my Facebook likes.

- Martha, good morning. - Ah. Good morning, darling.

- Would you like some breakfast? - No, thank you.

I'm, uh, fasting for clarity.

I have been asked to read for the new Stoppard play.

So what's the problem?

Well, I haven't auditioned for anything in ages.

I think I need to decide if that particular train

has left the station.

"Ms. Katherine Beckett"? What's this?

Oh, an ex is getting married. Do you remember Will Sorenson?

- Your old F.B.I. squeeze? - Yeah.

Oh, man. I'm so lucky I came along

- and saved you from that life. - Wait. You saved me?

Come on. Even you have to admit he was boring.

Like, c-span boring.

You know, what makes you think

that I would be with Sorenson if you hadn't come along?

All right, where would you be?

- If you weren't around to distract me? - Yeah.

Um, I would probably be...

captain of my own precinct.

- Wow. - Yeah.

Okay. Had I not been bewitched by you,

I think by now I'd be working on my second pulitzer.

- So we're bad for each other, huh? - The worst.

Oh.

I guess we'd both be better off if we'd never met.

It's like "It's a wonderful life."

Every time your phone rings, a victim gets their wings.

Beckett.

His name is Mathias Gensler.

His passport indicates that he is a swiss national.

Witnesses said that two masked men

attacked both the driver and Gensler

before cutting a silver briefcase

handcuffed to Mr. Gensler's wrist.

So this was an ambush. Whoever did this

knew that he had that case with him.

Looks like the attackers fled in a late model g-wagon, no plates.

Is that a boot print on his shirt?

The killer must have held him down with his foot.

So what was in the case?

Nuclear launch codes? Deadly virus?

We don't know yet. The driver's log shows

that Mr. Gensler was picked up at Teterboro Airport

after arriving on a private charter flight from Switzerland.

And where was the car taking him?

The manifest only lists the pickup.

- You call the car company? - Uh, there's no one to call.

The driver... Renzo Conrad... owned the service.

He was a one-man band.

Speaking of "one-man band," where's your partner?

Yeah! And Lanie.

Wait! Wait.

We're here. We were just, uh...

- Stuck in traffic. - Yeah.

Why don't you bring Romeo here up to speed

and contact the swiss consulate.

Maybe they know what Gensler was up to.

Castle, what are you doing with my body?

Just pretend like you don't know him.

Beckett, this is not dirt.

It's flint... hints of carbon.

That's coal.

- It's pulverized, unrefined coal. - So?

So I used a clue like this in one of my early Derrick Storm books.

It's very unusual to find unrefined coal outside a coal-fired power plant.

All the coal plants in the city are either shut down or converted.

Right, but some of them are still standing.

There's an abandoned one on Hudson they're gonna turn into a shopping mall.

Coal dust could have come from a lot of places.

An abandoned plant would be a perfect place

to launch a strike like this.

Lanie, why don't you get C.S.U. techs

to test the substance on the victim's shirt?

We gotta go to Teterboro and look into that flight.

And that coal plant is right on the way.

Fine.

We'll stop off at the coal plant.

So you thinking about going?

Going where?

Sorenson's wedding.

Take a little trip down memory lane.

I don't think that's such a good idea.

Why not?

I'm not really ready for someone else's perfect day.

You know I'd give anything to change what happened, right?

Yeah, I know you would.

Castle.

You were right.

The shooter's gwagon's here.

Espo, hey. I need backup at the Hudson River coal plant.

There's the case.

What's in it?

Some kind of artifact.

Must be valuable if it was worth killing over.

Castle, what are you...

Get down!

Why do you always have to touch everything?

I thought you liked that about me.

Move!

Beckett?

Beckett?

Beckett?

Beckett?!

Guys. Hey, guys.

Beckett's in trouble.

I got away, but her car is missing.

- I think she was abducted. - Uh, captain?

You're okay! You made it back.

Captain Beckett, this guy claims you're in trouble.

- Captain? - You know him?

I've never seen this man before in my life.

S07E06 The Time of Our Lives

Never seen me before? Okay, that's very funny.

I'm just glad you're okay. How did you get back here?

- Excuse me? - From the power plant.

We were being shot at. That's a nice suit, by the way.

Whoever you are, I think you better leave.

- Whoever I am? - Come on, pal.

Whatever trip you're on, if you leave quietly,

I'm sure we can forget this ever happened.

Okay! Whoa-ho! I get it. You guys are punking me.

Sorry. Just like, uh, my birthday.

This is good. How did you stage that?

The double shooting, the severed hand, coal dust on the shirt?

He just described our crime scene.

Where did you get that information?

From being... at the crime scene with...

all of you.

Captain, we only got the forensics about the coal dust five minutes ago.

And how do you know so much about this case?

Kate, okay, you know what? You got me. Joke's over.

You're right. It is.

Ah!

Guys!

Seriously, what's going on here?

Mr. Richard Castle. Ha, you're a novelist.

Why don't you tell us a story

about where you were between 4:00 and 6:00 a.m.?

In bed with Beckett.

Maybe you shouldn't talk about the captain like that.

How did you know about the coal dust?

Well, that's where all this started, at the plant.

There was...

There was an explosion.

I must have gotten knocked out. This is a dream.

Okay? You guys are just creations of my psyche.

This is me just working out some issues.

That's why you don't know me, because you aren't real.

And you know what? I can prove it.

- Well-known fact... - Hey!

It's impossible to read in a dream.

"Richard Castle, a.k.a. Richard Rodgers."

You had me worried there.

For a second, I thought I didn't exist.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey...

it says here I jumped on a Macy's parade float

and sang "Let it go" with Idina Menzel

and then landed a hot-air balloon naked in Central Park?

I didn't do these things, guys.

Come on. I would never sing "Let it go" as a duet.

Mr. Castle, this is gonna go much easier for you

if you just tell us what you know about those murders.

- Okay, Kate? Kate! - This guy's nuts.

Come on.

Please, just talk to me.

Sit down, or I'll have to restrain you.

I know you're in there, because usually I'm right beside you.

Mr. Castle, sit down.

I'll handle this.

- You sure, captain? - Mm-hmm.

Mr. Castle, let's just say for a moment

that you and I did meet each other.

Where would that have been?

At my book party. You came to me.

You asked me to consult on a copycat murder.

It was six years ago. Your hair was short then.

It was adorable.

Six years ago, huh?

Well, it says here that you met

with a detective McNulty.

Apparently you helped him solve the case.

No... no, no, no. Kate, it was... it was you.

All right. Okay, I... I woke up next to you this morning.

I'm not imagining that.

I-I'm sorry, Mr. Castle.

We don't have a relationship.

Before today, you and I have never met.

Now, is there someone that you would like to call?