There are two kinds of folks
who sit around thinking about 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 found mine.
Detective Kate Beckett.
Beckett. Beckett.
- "Nikki Heat"? - The character he's basing on you.
And thanks to my friendship with the mayor,
I get to be on her case.
I'd be happy to let you spank me.
And together we catch killers.
We make a pretty good team, you know.
Like Starsky and Hutch. Turner and Hooch.
You do remind me a little of Hooch.
This is Blackbird. Identification?
Designate 223. I am blown. I am blown!
This call is unauthorized, 223.
- This line is not secure. - Where is the safe house?
Negative, 223. You know the rules.
We've got something between us nothing can change.
Oh, well, I suppose you're right in a way, Walter.
- Sure, I'm right. - Aren't you gonna answer that?
Nope.
And neither are you.
Ah! Who are you hiding from now?
- Gina. - Oh.
Forget an alimony payment?
No, this time she's not calling as my ex-wife.
She's calling as my publisher.
The first draft of my new manuscript was due yesterday,
and I haven't finished.
- Why not? - Haven't felt like writing.
And besides, I don't think I'm entirely happy
with where my characters are going.
Well, change them.
Working on it. What are you doing here?
I thought you had an audition for Williamstown tonight.
I do. Just came to pick up my lucky blouse.
- I got in! I got in! - Oh, good.
Oh, my God. You got in. That's amazing! I can't…
I don't… What did you get into?
Princeton's summer program for high school students.
I thought you got waitlisted.
Someone just canceled but we have to send them a deposit ASAP
- because it starts this weekend. - This weekend?
- I know we had plans, but… - Not just plans. Memorial Day.
The Hamptons, our annual "kick off the summer" week.
I mean, I got the illegal fireworks, the kind you like.
The ones with the silver starbursts.
Dad, it's Princeton.
I can't believe you would blow off illegal fireworks
for a lousy head start at a top-notch education.
I know, I'm a huge disappointment.
Now, there are a bunch of forms you need to sign,
- and I'll fill the rest out for you later. - Mm-hmm.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey!
- It says here that the dorms are coed. - Yeah, it's college.
No. No, it's a summer program for high school students at a college.
According to this, half the kids in your building
will be 16- and 17-year-old boys.
Relax, Dad, each floor has a resident advisor who's 21.
Oh. So the one person in charge
is conveniently old enough to buy alcohol?
Darling, don't be such a prude.
Remember that trip you took to Italy with your class?
You were younger than Alexis is now.
Mother, if you had any idea what happened on that trip,
you would've never let me leave the house again.
Sometimes, the less you know, the better.
- Beckett. - You have a novel to finish.
It's Castle.
It's kind of like a tradition, you know?
Bonfires, roasting marshmallows, telling ghost stories, sleeping late.
We've done it since she was five.
Sounds nice. Kind of magical, actually.
Yeah, you know what? You should come.
Oh, it's right on the ocean. There's a secluded pool.
You could lay out, work on your tan.
Wow, Castle, you're working really hard to see me in a swimsuit.
If you are not comfortable in a swimsuit, you can just skinny dip.
Vic's a white male. Multiple gunshot wounds to the chest.
Found him about an hour ago.
Mugging?
Nah, still has his watch, wallet and cash.
Then there's the matter of the phantom bullets.
Yeah, he took five to the chest.
There are no slugs, shell casings. And the killer went so far
as to dig his bullets out of that tree branch.
That's weird. What about in the body?
They're all through and throughs. Exit holes on each wound.
So, our doer cleaned up after himself.
It takes real presence of mind to put five bullets into a man's chest
and then keep your cool long enough to pick up after yourself.
Natural instinct is to run.
I would say we are most likely dealing with a highly trained assassin.
- Time of death? - Based on temperature and lividity,
I'd say between 11:00 p.m. and 1:00 a.m.
- ID? - Shawn Caldwell.
No driver's license, but according to his work ID
he was a consultant for FGS in Midtown.
Fastwater Global Services?
Sounds like a CIA front.
OK. Found these in his pocket.
Company car keys. There's no house keys on the chain.
There's a generic hotel key card.
- In from out of town? - Except the company address is local,
and so is his gym membership.
All right, have CSU sweep the area. Canvass the homeless people.
See if anyone saw or heard anything.
Ocean view from my patio. It does not get better than this.
- What's wrong? - I tried information, our database…
They even did an Internet search, and it's like these guys don't even exist.
- Who? - Fastwater Global Services.
Ah! See? I told you. CIA cover.
No, I mean, they probably just don't like to advertise.
Yeah, well, I thought so as well.
So I checked their address, 1747 West 43rd Street.
It's in the middle of the Hudson river.
So, I went back and checked through his wallet,
and looked at his IDs, his gym membership,
health insurance, even his ATM card. They're all fakes.
You run his name?
Yeah, there's about half a dozen Shawn Caldwells
in the Tri-State area, and none of them are a match.
- What about his fingerprints? - Not in our system.
- Hey, Beckett. - Hey, what'd you guys find?
We spoke to some homeless guys
who were camped a couple hundred yards from the overpass last night.
They didn't see or hear anything.
Couple of hundred yards? How do you not hear five gunshots?
- Unless… - He used a silencer.
To kill a man who went out of the way to hide who he was?
This is starting to sound more and more like a professional hit.
Yeah, we're nowhere till we figure out who this guy actually is.
So why don't you guys go canvass the area near the entrance to the park,
see if you can find his car.
And fax his photo to the local hotels, see if anyone recognizes his face.
Right on.
You know, I was… I was kidding about the assassin stuff.
That's Lanie.
Please tell me that you found something.
Well, I found nothing that sheds light on the identity of your victim,
but I did find something that may help with your killer.
We know the shooter tried to scrub the crime scene
of ballistic evidence, but one of the rounds
shattered Mr. Caldwell's rib and left this little souvenir.
- A bullet fragment? - Can't tell the caliber,
but this polygonal rifling along the outer rim
is consistent with the barrel of a Glock.
- What? - The grouping of the shots.
You see how tight they all are?
There's no stippling, no muzzle burns.
The killer must have shot from a distance.
Which means he's a very good shot.
Hey.
Great. Thanks.
They found the car.
Car is registered to Allied Fleet Services,
a car rental agency.
Well, I hope they got the insurance option.
Who did they rent it to?
This particular car is on a long-term lease to FGS.
Fastwater Global Services.
Do they know they rented their car to a company that doesn't exist?
Oh, no, it exists. Just not in New York.
All correspondence, billing, and payments
go through a PO box in the Cayman Islands.
Gets even weirder. In the trunk, we found these.
- Euros. - Five thousand of them, and…
- That looks military. - Yeah.
What's in the box?
- A fancy pen. - Nice.
A bag full of Euros, a high-tech heater and a silent killer who leaves no trace.
Good evening, 223, the informant has been identified.
Ally contact will meet you
- at Café Moulin… - I didn't…
- No, no. Shh. - 1315 hours
with further instructions.
Wear the pin. Use the following code phrase,
"Aren't you Steve's friend?"
Response, "No, Steve is my brother." Good luck, 223.
Ow!
Now we know why our victim doesn't exist. He's a spy.
We contacted the CIA, the FBI, the NSA, and Homeland Security,
and so far, all of them are denying that he was one of theirs.
Of course they're gonna deny it.
He was probably disavowed the moment he was killed,
making this officially the coolest case ever.
So what do you want us to do, sir?
Your job. Till someone more important tells us different,
treat this like a standard homicide case.
You go to the cafe. If this contact of his is an ally,
they may be willing to talk.
How are we gonna identify the contact?
Same way our victim was going to.
Bingo.
- Her? - She's the only one here alone.
Aren't you Steve's friend?
Steve? No, no, I'm sorry. I don't know Steve.
Are you sure?
So he's not your brother?
- Go away. - OK.
- Wasn't her. - Yeah, I gathered.
- This all feel a little odd to you? - What?
The old cloak-and-dagger, secret meetings, code words.
All feels a little old-fashioned.
I mean, why meet face-to-face
when you can just send an encrypted e-mail?
Sometimes, you just have to do things off the grid.
Speaking of off the grid, I was serious about this weekend.
You're seriously asking me to your place in the Hamptons?
I promise, no funny stuff. Just a friendly getaway.
It'd be fun.
Yeah… No.
You know, some of us have to work for a living.
- On Memorial Day? - Yes.
I spent all of my vacation days looking for a new place to live.
- Aren't you Steve's friend? - No, Steve's my brother.
Brauer. Hans Brauer.
Shawn Caldwell.
We don't have much time.
The target's in country, but on the move.
Go to Alpha location and look for the sign,
but Blackbird wants you to know, there are other assets in play.
So, if they move on you, go to ground.
But if you get a shot, take it. Understood?
Understood.
Uh… Wait.
My people need confirmation on the target's name.
- What did you say? - The target's name,
my people need confirmation.
- Who are you? - NYPD!
Hands up.
- Not you, Castle. - Right.
You people have no idea what you just stepped into.
No idea.
Why don't you tell us?
Because you don't want to know. The things that I've seen?
Trust me, ignorance is bliss.
Who do you work for? The government?
Well, if not the government, then who?
- What happened to the real Caldwell? - Dead.
- When? - Last night.
That means they know.
They know about what?
About the target?
About how you were going to "take your shot"?
Who's your target, Hans?
I spent three weeks in Afghanistan with fire ants crawling on my privates.
Somehow I don't think your polite but stern routine
is gonna get you very far.
You can ask me whatever you want.
But let me tell you what's gonna happen here.
In just a little while, you will receive a phone call
from someone much more important than you.
Then they will tell you that there's been a misunderstanding,
and you will be instructed to release me.
You will do so grudgingly, but you will do so nonetheless.
And you will watch me walk out of here, into the night,
never to be seen again.
What the hell are we into here?
- Hopefully the Feds'll have more luck. - Somehow I doubt it.
At least not in time to stop whatever he's planning.
Yo, Beckett!
That was the manager of the Carter Regency Hotel.
Says he recognized our vic.
Guy checked in two days ago and never checked out.
Clear. Castle, check the bureau.
The safe is locked. Open it.
Whatever he was supposed to do, it was going down today.
He was scheduled to check out tomorrow.
It's more IDs.
"John Mason, Paul Chenausky."
Probably fake, too.
Castle.
What is it?
It's a security dossier.
- Kofi Amandul. - Who's Kofi Amandul?
Minister of Banking for the Republic of Luvania.
These were taken in front of the UN. This is the target.
This is who they're trying to kill.
- I have to call the State Department. - I don't think you have to.
While writing Derrick Storm, I became somewhat of an expert
on world geography.
You ever heard of the Republic of Luvania?
- No. - Yeah, neither have I. You know why?
Because it doesn't exist.
I got a feeling Kofi Amandul doesn't exist either.
Then why would they try to kill someone who doesn't exist?
I think I know.
Come on.
Hey. So, I just got back from ballistics.
That gun that we found in the victim's car…
Let me guess, it's not real.
It's a game.
- What are you talking about? - This whole thing.
The fake IDs, the dossiers, Luvania, the banking minister.
It's all part of a game.
Come on. You're breaking the fourth wall here.
Listen, Hans, or whatever your name is, you see that woman?
She's a real cop. There's been a real murder,
and you are really under arrest.
If you don't start talking to us, you're gonna stay in jail.
Real jail.
- You're telling me this is real? - Very.
- I'm really in jail? - Yes, you are really in jail.
No, no, see… I thought that…
This isn't part of the experience?
What experience?
The company is called Spy Ventures.
They specialize in high-end spy-cations for thrill seekers.
- Spy-cations? - Yeah.
You wanna be kidnapped and interrogated?
They got a package.
You want to be a super spy? They got a package.
Their motto is "authenticity."
Right down to the offshore accounts,
false identifications, and realistic weaponry.
All right, find out who the hell's in charge.
Let's see if "authenticity" includes murder.
Are you still hiding from Gina?
She's persistent, I'll give her that.
You can't outrun her forever, darling.
- Why don't I just talk to her? - No! No!
No, no, no.
- All right. - Ah!
Does the reemergence of summer hats
mean you'll be making an appearance in the Hamptons?
Alas, you're going to have to stagger along without me.
- I got the part! - Fantastic!
- I'm so proud! - Thank you, thank you.
It's not the biggest role in the world, but I do love summer stock.
- You gonna be OK? - Why wouldn't I be?
I'm gonna be gone through August. Alexis is away, and…
I'll be fine. I'll, uh, I'll finish the book.
- Good. - What about Chet? He'll be all alone.
It's good for him to miss me.
I don't want him to assume that I'm gonna always just be around.
Sweet place.
Oh! Everyone's here.
- You were expecting to be alone? - No, you're just home early.
This is Carter. He's going to the Princeton program, too.
Is he now?
- Lovely to meet you, Carter. - Nice to meet you.
- Um, I'll meet you in the kitchen. - Oh.
Yeah.
I friended him on the program page and found out he lived nearby,
so we decided to hook up.
We just thought it'd be nice to go there knowing someone,
and our rooms are right across from each other.
Hey, sorry about that.
How old would you say that kid is?
Old enough to do all the things you did when you were his age.
I'm really looking forward to it.
That's what I'm afraid of.
Oh! I almost forgot to tell you. James Patterson called.
He's gonna be a little late for the poker game tomorrow.
Probably wants to use the time to write another book.
Good thing your captain's not here.
This might be construed as inappropriate office behavior.
- See you later. - Yeah.
Didn't mean to break up your party.
No, no party. I was actually waiting for you.
We finally got a hold of someone from Spy Ventures.
The owners are meeting us at their offices.
Yeah, and your ex-wife called. She said that you've been avoiding her
because you're late delivering your manuscript of.
Naked Heat.
That's a catchy title. When were you gonna tell me?
I was waiting for the perfect time. It just never happened.
She's naked on the cover again, isn't she?
- Kind of, yeah. - That's great.
- No one's gonna make fun of me. - Good.
That's Roger Farraday.
He was on the four-day covert ops package
culminating in a staged assassination of a UN diplomat.
Stamford, Connecticut.
He lists his wife Melinda as his emergency contact.
Detective, we're very sorry about the confusion.
We called as soon as we got your messages.
- So the fake IDs, the Cayman Islands… - Yeah, they're all part of the experience.
You have no idea how excited people get
when they have to wire their payment to an offshore account.
So your slogan is "authenticity."
Is it possible one of your other players took things too far?
Mr. Castle, we take the safety of our guests very seriously.
Our weapons look real, but they're legal, inoperable,
and rigged for game play.
So if one of the guests killed Roger, they used their own weapon, not ours.
So the weapons are fake, but the money is real?
- What money? - The 5,000 Euros we found in the car.
Uh, yeah, we… we do money drops sometimes,
but never with real currency.
That's more than he paid for his package.
- Are you sure it was real? - Positive.
What was Mr. Farraday doing in the park that night?
- Was that a part of a mission? - No, no, no.
The park is too dangerous to work at night.
And his last mission should've ended hours earlier.
What was his last mission?
Farraday? Yeah, I was his handler.
His last mission that day was the bus locker drop.
I checked it at 10:00, it was empty. So we know he picked up the pen.
- The one with the recording? - Yeah.
His next activity was the cafe meet yesterday.
So where did he go between 10:00 and midnight?
And how did he end up in the park with 5,000 Euros in his car?
Wasn't his last drop an accomplice mission?
An accomplice mission?
Well, sometimes we have players do tasks together,
not knowing if the other is friend or foe.
He was paired with Designate 145, French intelligence.
Andrea Fisher. If she was with him, maybe she knows where he went next.
Recognize her?
Oh, God. You both must think I'm so stupid,
- the way that I acted in the cafe. - All part of the game.
It's a vacation from yourself. That's what they say.
I mean, don't get me wrong. You know, I love my husband
and my kids, but every time I go away, I'm… I'm still a mom and a wife.
My husband said, "If you can pay for it, you can go."
So, it took a lot of coupon clipping, but I got to be a spy.
Our victim, how well did you know him?
We had a couple of tasks together, but we were always playing roles.
You were with Mr. Farraday when he did the bus station drop?
Yeah. Yeah, we cracked the code, and we went to get our packages.
- Do you know where he went next? - To deliver the briefcase.
Briefcase? What briefcase?
It was in the locker. I didn't get one, so I assumed it was a bonus mission.
Do you know what was in the briefcase?
I don't know. You have to ask them.
That was Jason from Spy Ventures.
The only thing that was supposed to be in that locker was a pen set,
which he put in there himself.
He has no idea where that briefcase came from.
If the money and the briefcase weren't connected to the game,
maybe they're connected to each other.
Hey. Victim's wife and business partner.
They just ID'd the body.
Can you check the lockers at the bus depot,
- see if they're covered by cameras? - Yeah, sure.
- Please take a seat. - I don't want to sit down.
They said it was safe. They said it was all pretend.
We can't be sure that your husband's death
had anything to do with the game, Mrs. Farraday.
Can you think of a reason someone would want to harm Roger?
Roger was one of those guys everybody instantly liked.
That's why he was so good at his job.
We owned a dealership together just outside Stamford.
You can't sell cars if people don't like you.
Who else knew that he was gonna be in the city?
Just Lee and I.
Eight years, Detective.
We were married for eight years.
And now he's dead?
You know, it used to be if you were gonna have a midlife crisis,
you'd just buy a Ferrari, get a new girlfriend,
even jump out of a plane.
Shot in the park, money in his car.
Makes you wonder what else he did to get his jollies.
Now that we know who he really is,
I've asked Esposito to look into his financials.
Maybe we'll see a red flag somewhere.
Speaking of red flags.
- Hey, Demming. - Hey, Castle.
So, you know that little place in Asbury I was telling you about,
- around the corner from our beach house? - Mm-hmm.
Well, they just had a reservation open up on Friday.
If we leave early enough, we could probably make it.
Yeah, um, will you let me check into it?
Great. I'll see you later.
Beach house?
Thought you were working this weekend.
Yeah, I'm sorry, Castle. I should've just told you.
I just didn't want things to be awkward between us,
now that Tom and I are together.
No, I get it. Yeah. No, you want your private life to be private.
Yeah, I just don't… I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable.
No, of course not. No, I mean…
Actually, that makes what I was gonna say a little easier.
Um… With my book due,
I was thinking it'd be a good time for us to take a break.
- A break? - Yeah.
God knows, you gotta be tired of me following you around all the time,
and I really do need to get some work done.
With everyone gone, I figured, why not just
stay up in the Hamptons, you know?
- Get away from the city for a while. - For how long?
The summer at least.
I thought this would be our last case.
Hey. So, uh, we…
- Everything OK? - Great.
Yeah, fine. Uh, what'd you guys find?
Surveillance stills from the bus locker.
Your Long Island housewife was right.
Roger picked up the briefcase from locker 27B shortly before 10:00 p.m.
Great.
You don't want to know who put it in there?
Oh. Yeah, I'm sorry. Yeah.
That's Roger's handler from Spy Ventures.
He said the briefcase wasn't part of the game,
so why is he putting it in Roger's locker?
- And why did he lie? - Exactly.
What was in the briefcase, Hugo?
We talked to your bosses, Hugo. We know it wasn't part of the game.
And yet, you had one of your players pick it up and deliver it for you.
And he just happened to end up dead.
- I didn't know. - You didn't know what?
Look, no one was supposed to get hurt. I just…
I needed someone to make the exchange.
What was in the briefcase, Hugo? Drugs? Money?
- IDs. - IDs?
Part of my job is to make the ID kits.
Corporate badges, passports from nonexistent countries.
But with Jason's equipment, you can forge counterfeit IDs
for real countries, too.
- But it's illegal. - But that didn't stop you, did it?
So who did you sell to?
College kids, mostly looking to buy beer.
And then you used game players to make the drops?
So if anybody got busted, they couldn't identify me.
I mean, these are college kids.
They'd roll over on their grandmothers if they got caught.
Something tells me that Roger wasn't killed
by a group of under-aged college kids.
No. This last job, it was different. I knew I shouldn't have taken it,
- but they were paying so much money. - Who?
They're Ukrainians. They found me on the Internet.
They said they needed passports.
I sent Roger to make the drop and pick up the money.
5,000 Euros.
He thought it was just another mission.
But something must have gone wrong.
After he made the drop, he called me on the hotline,
said he was being followed by a dark sedan.
A dark sedan? And what time was this?
11:30-ish. Look, playing the game, it makes you paranoid.
So I figured it was just his imagination.
So I gave him the standard line about evasive maneuvers.
I didn't really think he was being followed.
But he was.
He called again close to midnight and said his cover had been blown.
I thought he was messing with me, so I shined him on.
I shined him on, and now he's dead.
I must have done something wrong. Must have messed up the passports…
And they came after him and they killed him.
The briefcase, where did he deliver it to?
Hugo, the Ukrainians, I need an address now.
- NYPD! Hands up! - Freeze!
- Clear! - Clear!
Turn 'em around!
- Get up there, now! - Stay there! Stay there!
Kids.
Yep, they're Ukrainians, but they're students.
They're used to being able to drink back home,
but they needed fake IDs to buy booze here.
They got Hugo's information from another kid in the summer program.
Summer program?
Yeah, they're part of the summer exchange program
at Hudson University.
- Why? - No reason.
Anyway, none of them own a dark sedan.
And seeing as how they all went out partying
the moment Roger dropped off the IDs, it's doubtful any of them are our killer.
You actually think he was being followed?
He calls at 11:30, and then just before he's shot,
his car is damaged.
He runs on foot into the park.
Sounds to me like he was running away.
But from whom?
As much as I'd like to help you run down every dark sedan in the city,
I have a poker game to host.
See you in the morning.
See you.
So…
- Castle's last case, huh? - Mm-hmm.
Ryan and I thought we'd do a little going-away party.
Yeah, well, it's not like he's leaving forever.
You sure about that?
Why do you think he's been following you around all this time?
What, research?
The guy's done enough research to write 50 books.
Look, whatever the reason is,
I'm pretty sure it doesn't include watching you be with another guy.
A murder in the middle of a spy game where nobody knows what's going on?
I like that.
The Ukrainians are a nice twist.
So, we've explained the money, the gadgets and the briefcase.
The only thing we can't explain, why was he killed?
Maybe that's because you're looking in the wrong place.
All right, Patterson, where would you look?
If I was writing this,
the murder would have nothing to do with the spy game,
except that it gave the killer an opportunity to act.
Knowing that the trappings of the game would cover his tracks.
Which is pretty much what's happened.
Look, Rick, as much trouble as we go to with these novels,
there's only three reasons to commit a murder,
love, money, and to cover up a crime.
Cannell's right. I'd spend more time looking at your victim
and less time looking at the game.
Personally, I'd spend more time writing
and less time hanging out with your cop friend.
I mean, really, Ricky. Just one book a year?
Kind of thin, Rick.
She seems like more of a distraction than a muse.
No, you're right.
I think I've gotten everything I can get out of that relationship anyway.
Hey, you ready?
Yeah. Yeah.
- Hey. - Hey.
Uh…
I was just thinking.
- May… - Yeah.
I've been thinking,
maybe we're looking in the wrong place.
Maybe the murder has nothing to do with the game.
Maybe it just afforded the killer an opportunity to act.
That's so funny,
because I was thinking the same thing when I woke up this morning,
that maybe we got so caught up in the game
that we stopped looking at what really mattered.
- The victim. - Exactly.
So check this out.
His financials came back clean.
But then we did a search on his business partner, Lee Copley,
and it turns out that he filed for bankruptcy two months ago.
Overextended himself in real estate.
Let me guess, if Roger dies, his half of the business goes to Copley.
Over half a million dollars worth.
His wife did say the only two people who knew Roger
was in the city were her and Copley.
- And guess what Copley drives. - A dark sedan?
Roger was my friend. We grew up together.
Why would I kill him?
I can give you half a million reasons why.
What, because I'm having financial problems?
Because we just happen to own a business together?
Greed, Mr. Copley, it's the purest motive there is.
This is ridiculous.
Where were you the night that Roger Farraday was murdered?
I was home in bed.
Really? Then do you care to explain these?
These are photos of you leaving your apartment garage
at 8:00 the night that he was murdered.
And these are photos of you returning the following morning at 7:00 a.m.
Kind of blows a hole in your whole "home in bed" thing.
You lied to me, Mr. Copley. Do you care to revise your statement?
8:00 p.m. That's plenty of time to drive to the city from Stamford.
What'd you do, Lee?
Wait for him at the hotel, follow him till he was alone?
- No, I didn't. - And then you used the game as cover.
No. Look, I swear, I didn't do it.
Right. You were at home in bed.
No, I wasn't at home, but I was in bed
with his wife.
I'm sorry. What?
I was in bed with Roger's wife.
Let me, let me get this straight.
Y… Your alibi for killing your friend is you were doing his wife?
Yeah.
Wow.
What? You want me to say I'm sorry?
You want me to be embarrassed? I'm not.
Do you know how long it had been since Roger and I made love?
All he cared about was work and his extreme vacations.
So, yeah, I was seeing Lee.
Yeah, I was with him that night.
Well, if things were that bad, why not just get a divorce?
Are you serious? My house is too nice.
I can see why Roger needed a little extra fantasy in his life.
I talked to the wife's neighbors.
A few of them remember Lee's car outside the house that night.
That doesn't mean anything. The guy runs an auto dealership.
He could have just switched cars.
True, except it was a warm night.
Warm enough to leave the windows open.
- Oh, no. - Oh, yes.
The next-door neighbor distinctly remembers
hearing the sounds of loud, passionate lovemaking
coming from the open bedroom window.
- Kept him up till well past midnight. - I don't buy it.
They both had motive. They were having an affair.
They knew exactly where he was.
Just because they had an alibi does not mean they didn't do it.
Do you think they hired someone?
It had all the hallmarks of a professional hit.
It couldn't have been Lee unless he asked the bankruptcy court
for permission to hire a hit man, and I don't think that's likely.
And the only unusual charge in the Farradays' account
was the 10 grand that Roger wired to the Spy Ventures account
in the Cayman Islands.
- Ten grand? - Yeah, why?
Because he only should've paid half that much.
Do you remember what the woman at Spy Ventures
said about the money we found in the car?
Yeah, that 5,000 Euros was more than what he paid for his entire spy-cation.
His bank statement indicates he transferred two payments
of five grand each to the game, for a total of $10,000.
The payments were made at the same time,
almost like he paid twice.
If these numbers are correct, he did pay twice.
Once for him, once for another player.
- Another player? - Who was the other player?
- Andrea Fisher. - Our Long Island housewife?
She said she never met Roger until they were teamed up for the game.
But if they never met, why did he pay for her?
There must be some mistake.
We checked with the bank, Mrs. Fisher.
There is no mistake.
- You never paid Spy Ventures. - But Roger did.
The coupon clipping was a nice touch, though.
I assume that was for your husband's benefit?
What was the nature of your relationship with Roger Farraday?
We were
friends.
When did the two of you first meet?
Last year.
I was taking my daughter Shelby into the city for dance classes.
After I dropped her off, I'd go to the museum.
Every week, I'd see him, standing in front of Monet's Water Lilies.
You know, for an hour, it wasn't, "Mommy, can you do this?"
Or "Honey, can you do that?" You know? I was me.
Oh, God. After a few weeks, the museum turned into a hotel.
And then Shelby's dance classes ended.
You had no excuse to go into the city anymore.
When we first met, we pretended to be spies,
exchanging secrets at the museum.
Roger thought, "Why not have a real-life spy adventure?"
And we could have one last time together.
Hey, hon, I'm back.
Oh, my God. Please don't tell my husband.
We don't have to, Mrs. Fisher.
He already knows.
What's going on?
Mr. Fisher, I'm Detective Kate Beckett. NYPD.
What's this about?
You own a black 2009 four-door sedan?
Yeah, why?
- Where is it? - It's in the shop.
I hit a pole while I was backing out at the supermarket.
You're a much better shot than you are a liar.
The state of New York lists you as a registered gun owner,
Glock 45.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. What did you do to him?
What he deserved.
So Roger was right about being followed that night.
When the husband got on to the affair, he did a little spy game of his own.
Tracked down and killed his wife's lover.
Mmm. Two affairs, a loveless marriage.
It's sad a man had to die because all the people involved
were too scared to say what they really felt.
Yes, it is sad.
And how many shows like that? Sure. Make it two, and you got a deal.
All right.
Hey, I gotta run. I gotta drive Alexis to Princeton.
But I will be back in time for that little surprise party
the boys are throwing for me… What? What?
Nothing.
- OK. I'll see you. - Mm-hmm.
D You're speaking some sort Of foreign dialect d.
It's like a real restaurant-style cappuccino machine.
D If only something precious as time ♪
♪ Had a price ♪
♪ If only if only I had the luxury d.
Is there anything you're not bringing?
You. Are you sure you're gonna be OK?
This is the first time you've ever been alone this long.
I'm supposed to be saying that to you.
And besides, I might not be alone for very long.
You invited someone?
She said no at first, but I got a feeling she'll come around.
Oh. Is it anyone I know?
I don't kiss and tell.
Well, looks like I'm not the only one who's getting lucky this summer.
- Kidding, kidding. I'm just kidding. - That's not funny.
That's so not funny.
It's not just this weekend we're talking about, is it?
- No. - No.
D I feel I'm falling deeper everyday d.
Was it something I said, Kate?
- Or something I did? - No, you're great.
You're really great, and I really like you.
It's just, I don't think that this is what I'm looking for right now.
What is it you're looking for, Kate?
It was very emotional. Yeah, there were a lot of tears.
Um… Alexis was fine, by the way.
I gotta say, Castle, we're gonna miss you around here.
Yeah, I'm gonna miss you, too.
D …something precious as time d.
You're still leaving the coffee machine, though, right?
- I can't have you suffer in my absence. - That's good.
We could really use one of those down in the morgue.
With Castle gone, I just hope our clearance rate doesn't drop.
Oh! Look who's off duty.
Yeah, well, Castle, I'm not all work.
Don't get into a drinking contest with her.
- She can take you. - Thank you.
Oh, I don't need to drink to take him.
Ooh! What's gotten into you?
- Castle, do you have a second? - Of course. Yeah.
D If only something precious as time Had a price d.
What's up?
Look… I know that I'm not the easiest person to get to know,
and I don't always let on what's on my mind.
But this past year, working with you,
I've had a really good time.
Yeah. Me, too.
- So, I'm just gonna say this and… - Richard?
- You ready? - Hey, Gina.
Beckett, you remember Gina, my ex-wife.
- And publisher. - Yes.
Yeah, we spoke the other day. Looks like you finally tracked him down.
Oh, yeah, he's such a little boy sometimes.
I mean, I don't know why. It's not like I bite
much.
We better get going or we're gonna be stuck in traffic all night.
- Going? - To the Hamptons.
- For the weekend? - No, for the summer, actually.
So, I can stay on top of him while he finishes his book.
I'm sorry, I didn't think the two of you got along.
We didn't. But then last night on the phone,
- we started talking… - And we ended up talking for hours.
Yeah.
- Just like old times. - Yeah.
D I'm grasping at straws And I'm chasing the wind d.
So… I'm sorry. You were… You were telling me something.
Yeah, I wanted to say, have a great summer.
You, too.
And like you said, it's been really, really great.
Yeah, it has.
Oh.
D Melting away down a dark ♪
♪ And endless abyss ♪
♪ I'm grasping at straws And I'm chasing the wind d.
See you in the fall?
See you in the fall.
D …over again ♪