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.
I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?
Every writer needs inspiration. And I found mine.
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?
Ephraim Mankofsky,
or simply Mank, as he liked to be called,
lived a fruitful life.
A proud father of ten wonderful children...
Mank was so very, very blessed.
Ah!
Oh! Oh.
Who's the shiksa?
I'm thinking bubblegum fantasy...
Mm-Hmm or maybe frosted iris.
I'm thinking tickle-the-toe red. It's my go-to color.
Oh.
You expecting someone?
Gina got promotional freebies at a new spa
and asked us if we wanted to go get manis, pedis, and massages.
And you're going?
When it comes to your ex-wife, darling,
perks outweigh personal considerations.
- Hello. - Hello.
You look great. Well, thank you.
Uh, am I invited?
Uh, no. It's a girls' day out.
I want to spend time with Martha and Alexis.
Uh, but I love massages,
and I don't want the three of you conspiring.
Don't worry, dad.
We've got a lot of other stuff to talk about.
I want to hear all about Alexis' new boyfriend
from her point of view.
Did you know that they have a song?
You have a song?
Yeah. Taylor Swift's "Mine."
It was playing the first time Ash and I kissed-
La, la, la, la.
I don't want to hear that.
That's why I wanted those tickets so badly.
Taylor's playing an exclusive acoustic show on Tuesday,
and I wanted to take Ash, but it was sold out
before we could get tickets.
Well, have you checked on eBay or your father's ticket broker?
The only ones available
would've cost Ash and I six years of allowance...
Ah, well. Each.
- Mm. - Do you remember our song?
AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long."
La, la, la, la. Don't want to hear it. Ohh.
You girls have a great day.
Remember, it won't be the same without me. No.
Mm.
Mm. Looks like you have plans anyway.
Don't we usually get to the victim before the funeral?
What have we got?
Mourners found a body in the casket.
And that's unusual how?
Well, the family was bidding
a fond farewell to Mr. Mank here,
and discovered that he wasn't going to the grave alone.
Is it just me, or is Mr. Mank smiling?
Our stowaway is Dr. Valerie Monroe,
an attending internist at County Hospital.
A doctor? Any connection to the deceased?
Ryan's talking to the family now
Cause of death?
Liver failure. He drank like a fish.
We may know what killed Mr. Mank,
but your dead doctor here is more of a mystery.
No bullet holes, stab wounds or ligature marks.
She has a perimortem bruise
on the back of her neck here,
but it wasn't severe enough to have been fatal.
Lividity indicates she died
sometime between 7:00 and 9:00 last night.
But until I can perform an autopsy,
cause of death is unknown.
Well, what we do know
is that somebody was trying to get rid of her body.
Along with her purse and her phone.
You know, it's kind of brilliant when you think about it—
disappearing a body in an already occupied coffin.
And because Jewish tradition demands
that you bury the body right away,
there's less time to get caught.
And if it wasn't for the pallbearers' fumble,
the good doctor would've disappeared forever.
All right. Talk to the funeral director.
See if anyone had access to this coffin in the last 24 hours.
I'm telling you, I don't know her.
I've never seen her before,
and I have no idea how her body got in that casket.
This morning when I came in,
I found one of my back windows smashed.
So you're saying somebody broke in here
and stashed a body in one of your coffins?
I called the police, but since nothing was missing,
you guys didn't bother showinup. Maybe if you had,
I wouldn't have Mrs. Manks out for my blood.
So according to County Hospital,
Dr. Monroe finished her shift at 6:00 P.M. last night,
which is about an hour or two before she was murdered,
so hopefully her colleagues will be able to tell us
where she was headed.
Castle, stop playing with her phone.
I wasn't playing.
I wasn't. The last Web searches on her phone
were after 6:00 P.M. yesterday.
She was looking for a hotel in Katonah, New York.
I thought it might be relevant.
Oh.
She also has the new slot car app,
so I'm thinking maybe she has friends or family in Katonah.
Or perhaps she was planning a liaison with her lover.
Her boyfriend found out,
and killed her in a jealous rage.
Yeah, no visible marks on her body
other than a small bruise on the back of her neck—
that sounds like a jealous rage to me.
Castle.
For you. Oh, yes! Thank you.
Are you getting mail here now?
Only when I don't want my daughter to see it.
♪ La ♪
You're a Taylor swift fan?
They're for Alexis.
Oh.
Cost me an arm and a leg, but Alexis will be thrilled.
Apparently she and Ash have a song.
Yeah? Well, we have a song as well.
- We do? - Mm-Hmm.
"You Talk Too Much" by Clarence Carter.
Hey. Funeral director's story checked out.
- Somebody did break in. - Did you get any foreign prints
on the casket or the window?
Sorry. Struck out.
But we may have another at bat.
Dr. Monroe's financials, and I found something unusual.
Almost every morning, she bought coffee—
a doctor who buys coffee? Wow. That is unusual.
It is if the coffee shop is 20 blocks from her apartment.
Maybe it's on her way to work
Nope. Complete opposite direction.
Boyfriend in the neighborhood?
On my way to find out.
Great. Now he's mad at me.
Beckett.
I found these on the victim's clothes and hair—
Gray nylon.
Carpet fibers?
Sent 'em over to the lab
to see if they could determine the manufacturer.
How about cause of death?
Well, that's where things get a little interesting.
The bruise on her head was made with a blunt object.
Mm-Hmm. May have knocked her out,
but as I suspected, it's not what killed her.
I found a needle mark on the side of her neck.
She was injected with a syringe.
She was poisoned?
Not exactly.
The killer inserted the needle of an empty syringe
into Dr. Monroe's carotid artery,
then pushed the plunger,
forcing air directly into the brain, causing a fatal—
- air embolism. - Gold star for Castle.
And judging by the skill of the injection,
I'd say it was done by a medical professional.
Like one her colleagues at County Hospital.
Looks like someone gave her 20 cc's of death.
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You know, with the state of health care
and how stressful this can be for families and for patients,
I'm surprised that more medical professionals
aren't killed every day.
Yeah, not to mention the betrayal,
the lust, the bed hopping.
I've watched enough medical dramas to know
that doctors are notorious for sleeping with each other.
I bet, as we speak, in this hospital,
two doctors are in a break room doing it,
and by "it," I mean—
I know what "it" means, Castle, and that is just a fantasy.
Four out of five doctors
prefer sleeping with someone outside of their profession.
Four out of five?
Mm-Hmm.
How many of them like detectives?
One that I know of.
Whoa. You mean motorcycle boy is a doctor?
"Man," Castle. Motorcycle man.
Fine, but he's a doctor?
Yeah, he is.
Huh.
What kind of doctor? Urologist?
Proctologist?
Don't tell me he's a gynecologist.
He's a cardiac surgeon.
Oh. A cardiac surgeon. Wow. That's—
impressive. Yes, it is,
in fact, he did an emergency bypass on someone this morning,
saved the patient's life.
What'd you do this morning, Castle?
Made waffles.
A patient could be terminal and would suddenly just smile
every time Dr. Monroe walked into a room.
It's a huge, huge loss for us.
Did she have any family?
Uh, a brother, I think, in San Diego.
Boyfriend?
Not that she ever mentioned.
She used to always say that the hospital was her family.
Was there any friction with any of her colleagues?
Well, yesterday,
just before the end of her shift,
Dr. Monroe had a private meeting with one of our nurses.
Is that unusual?
No, but, um, the nurse came out of the meeting
looking shaken.
I asked Dr. Monroe about the meeting,
and she said that it was a personal situation
that she was looking into and trying to solve.
I'll need to speak with that nurse.
Nurse McClintock? Of course.
Personal situation with a nurse—
you thinking what I'm thinking?
Probably not.
Hospital love triangle.
Check it out— our dead Dr. Monroe,
she's hot and heavy with her manly mcdreamy,
until she catches him in the on-call room
with his scrubs around his ankles,
shagging naughty nurse McClintock.
Then the inevitable catfight ensues
between said nurse and Dr. Monroe—
a catfight to the death.
Ooh, that's a good title for something.
"Catfight to the death."
How much TV do you actually watch?
Enough to know
that this nurse McClintock will probably be super hot.
Detective.
You wanted to see me.
And you are?
Nurse McClintock.
Care to revise your theory?
Not what I was expecting, but no, I'll stand by it.
Hey, Greg.
Hey, Dr. Akerman.
So what can I do for you?
Well, we're here about Dr. Monroe's murder.
Yeah, it's pretty awful.
We understand that you had a meeting with her
right before her shift ended last night.
Yeah. I saw her.
I love the way your hair frames your face.
Do you always wear it like that?
Uh, for work, yeah, but, uh, so about Dr. Monroe?
Hey, Greg.
Hey, Dr. Phelps.
You seem, uh, pretty popular around here.
Though from what we've heard,
maybe not so much with Dr. Monroe.
What did you meet with her about last night?
Nothing, really. It's just,
she thought I was too flirty with her female residents.
Imagine that.
What's wrong with being friendly?
So what happened afterwards?
I walked her to the ambulance dock
and promised to keep my distance from her residents.
She thanked me, and then headed off
with some guy I'd never seen before.
Hmm. So you walked Dr. Monroe out
and then conveniently saw her with some mystery man.
That's what happened.
Oh.
Where were you last night between 7:00 and 9:00?
Are you asking for my alibi?
- Seriously? - Seriously.
Okay. Uh, I was...
Getting coffee with Imani.
I mean, Dr. Phelps.
Uh— no, wait.
At that time, I was with Rhonda—
Dr. Chimes.
You can ask her. She'll verify where I was.
Dr. Rhonda Chimes, who's smokin' hot, by the way,
confirms his story.
She went on and on about how Greg's such a great listener
and brings her all these cute "thinking of you" gifts.
Well, I knew my "homicidal hospital love triangle" theory had weight.
That makes Greg mcdreamy.
See, that's what I thought, but Dr. Chimes says
the relationship was strictly platonic.
So I spoke to more members of the staff,
and that's when I found the others.
"The others"?
The other women in what I call...
The galaxy of Greg.
Each one of these women orbits Greg
and considers him to be their special friend.
Well, that totally makes him mcsteamy.
Nope. Spoke with all the planets in the galaxy,
and none of them are sleeping with him.
And C.S.U. did a sweep of the facility.
None of their carpeting matches the fibers
they found from the body.
No, makes no sense. Why spend all that time
listening to women and buying them things
if you're not gonna try and sleep with them?
Beckett's here.
Maybe Greg is gay.
With the way he was hitting on me? No. He's so not gay.
Well, he's working an angle or he's hiding something.
He's not the only one.
Our victim's student loans.
Since graduating med school,
Dr. Monroe has been regularly making minimum-amount payments
on her $440,000 student loan.
That's how much it costs to become a doctor?
Glad I became a cop.
And without any increase in pay at the hospital,
6 months ago, she started paying $10,000 a week.
40 grand a month?
Any idea where the money was coming from?
Not from a bank account. From money orders.
So someone was making the payments on her behalf. Mm-Hmm.
Just got a fax from hospital security.
They got this off the ambulance dock camera.
Your boy Greg was telling the truth. Dr. Monroe did
head out with another guy. Security showed
this photo around, but no one recognized him.
Well, whoever this man is, he might have been
the last one to see Dr. Monroe alive.
Especially if he killed her.
I'm home, and guess what I've—
Dad, Gina got tickets for Taylor Swift! What?
They're front row, center, and come with backstage passes.
We're going to meet her.
That's great.
We just made a deal for her autobiography.
It's no big deal.
I gotta call Ash. He's gonna be so excited.
I can't believe you did that.
What?
I got tickets.
I mean, you didn't even call me to ask me if it was okay?
I didn't imagine that you would disapprove,
and Alexis was delighted.
No, that's not the point.
No, it's not. The point is that I was trying
to do something nice for Alexis.
And apparently, all you can see is that I...
Stole your hero moment.
That's not—
Good night.
Any luck on the mystery guy?
No, sir. Nothing yet.
Listen, go on home. You can start fresh in the morning.
Uh, no—
I wouldn't leave just yet.
Where you been?
- Getting coffee. - All day?
At Dr. Monroe's coffee shop.
Turns out it's right next to the Faircross Hotel.
I showed the manager Dr. Monroe's picture.
And?
Pay dirt. Several nights a week...
Our victim was spending the night in a suite
belonging to a permanent resident—one Cesar Calderon.
The drug lord?
Mm-Hmm.
They call him el diablo, the devil.
They say Calderon was responsible
for half the coke on the streets in the '80s,
but he was so big, no one could touch him.
So what was our Saint of a doctor
doing spending the night with a drug lord?
Nightly visits, mystery cash gifts—
sounds like Valerie Monroe was the devil's mistress.
A known criminal living in a swanky hotel.
Very Al Capone.
A murdered mistress,
a brutal Columbian drug lord—
what do you think, revenge from a rival cartel,
a drug deal gone wrong?
Maybe murder is simply Calderon's way of saying
"I'm just not that into you."
I don't know. An air embolism
doesn't exactly strike me like a drug lord's M.O.
Unless...
Calderon did that on purpose
to throw suspicion towards the hospital staff
on the off chance the body was found.
The thing I don't get is how a respected doctor
could literally get into bed with a known drug lord.
Ah, ladies love the bad boys.
Mm.
Cesar "el diablo" Calderon... Ultimate bad boy.
I mean, who knows what kind of twisted, depraved,
unholy world we're about to step into.
Sir, I'm Detective Kate Beckett.
This is Richard Castle.
We need to speak with Cesar Calderon.
I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong room.
I don't know anyone named—
Richard Castle? The Richard Castle?
Let them come, Manolo. Let 'em in.
Welcome. Welcome.
Mr. Calderon, I'm Detective Kate Beckett.
Pleasure. And you, sir, need no introduction.
I am a huge admirer of your fictions.
Whenever I desire a taste of my old, grittier life,
I call upon your works.
My favorite is Nikki Fuego.
Nikki Fue— oh, you mean Nikki Heat.
No, I mean Nikki Fuego.
I only read the Spanish translations.
Have you read your novels in Spanish?
No.
Oh, you should. Everything is better in Spanish.
Please.
Thank you.
So...
A best-selling novelist
and a... gorgeous Detective
have come to pay me a visit.
Why?
We're investigating a murder.
Ah. How exciting. Who's the victim?
Dr. Valerie Monroe.
Valerie Monroe? No.
Valerie is dead?
What was your relationship with Dr. Monroe?
She, uh...
She was my, uh...
My... private physician.
I have a bad heart.
Six months ago, I had a heart attack.
My...
My brother Manuel took me to the hospital.
Valerie was there, and...
She took care of me.
I offered her a position
as my concierge...
Physician.
Two nights a week,
my brother is my caregiver.
The other five—Valerie.
That explains the money.
So she was just your doctor?
No, she was my—
my miracle worker.
She gave me back my strength.
Valerie...
Forced me back into the world.
She made me walk beside her.
At night, sometimes we would drive in to the park.
Whoever did this evil must be punished.
We intend to do just that, Mr. Calderon.
Where were you between 7:00 and 9:00 last night?
I was right here.
I ordered room service.
The hotel staff can attest to that.
The carpet's brown, not gray.
She wasn't killed here.
Do you recognize this man?
No.
Is he the one who killed her?
All we know is that he was with her just before she died.
I've seen this man before.
A few times,
Valerie had me drop her off at a diner by her place.
This man was sometimes waiting.
Do you remember the name of the diner?
The waitstaff said he's a lunch regular,
but he hasn't been in yet today.
They don't know his name.
Ah. Maybe he killed Dr. Monroe and then got outta dodge.
Maybe. Let's just wait here, though.
Calderon's alibi?
The hotel staff confirmed it.
How'd Alexis' surprise go?
Turns out, surprise was on me.
Gina got her tickets, too— front row,
backstage access.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Well, she should've checked with me first. Maybe.
But at least it means, she cared enough to do it, right?
There he is.
Excuse me, sir.
NYPD. We need to ask you a few questions
about Dr. Valerie Monroe.
You want talk about Valerie, call my office.
If you don't cooperate,
I'm gonna be forced to arrest you.
Hey, drop it!
No, you drop it.
Leonard Maloney, Attorney General's office.
What the hell's going on?
We're investigating the murder of Dr. Monroe.
Murder? Valerie's dead?
Exactly how did you know her?
She was working for me...
Undercover.
It's like an Alfred Hitchcock movie—
a beautiful professional
goes undercover to trap an infamous drug lord.
Drug lord?
Cesar caldron—the target of your investigation.
Calderon? No.
The investigation of Calderon's way above my pay grade.
Besides, he's been out of the drug game for years.
Then what was your target?
County Hospital. The state comptroller
was investigating misappropriations of funds,
prescription fraud, and equipment theft.
Medical fraud?
And we couldn't find the source,
so, uh, I asked Dr. Monroe
to be our eyes and ears on the inside.
And did she find anything?
No. And then, uh, the day before yesterday,
she calls me out of the blue and wants to meet.
By the ambulance dock.
When I got there, she said she was on to something
that involved prescription fraud and a possible smuggling ring.
But, uh, she didn't want to point fingers
until she had verified some things up North this weekend.
Up North?
The searches on Dr. Monroe's phone—Katonah, New York.
What does a smuggling ring
have to do with Katonah?
It's basically a nothing town.
Three reasons why Katonah is awesome—
one, gorgeous countrysides, two, it's where
"Doonesbury" cartoonist Garry Trudeau went to school,
and three, and perhaps most importantly...
It's where Martha Stewart lives.
You like Martha Stewart?
Doesn't everyone?
Yeah, I-I liked her,
until she went to prison for insider trading.
Wait a minute. Prison. Next to Katonah is Bedford Hills.
And what's in Bedford Hills, Detective?
There's a women's prison.
Do you think she suspected someone there?
If we're talking about
a field trip to a women's prison, I'm in.
Easy, tiger. Listen, call the prison,
have 'em fax over the visitor's log for the past six months
and an inmate list.
See if anyone there connects to the hospital or our victim.
Okay.
Uh, if we're talking about wading through
hospital staff lists and prison logs, I'm out.
Besides... I've got some amends to make,
and it's gonna take a little bribery.
Okay, Rick. I'm here.
What's so important?
What is this?
Well, nothing says...
"I'm an ass"
like a bunch of helium-filled rubber.
And you're not smiling.
No.
It's just, uh...
That I had this sick feeling all day.
I felt like we had had this fight before,
and then I remembered the doll debacle.
You bought a doll for Alexis for Christmas.
And you already had one
stashed away in the closet as a surprise.
And it was a battle deciding which one she would keep.
And you won, like always.
But yours was so creepy. Its eyes followed you.
This is exactly what I'm talking about, Rick.
Even when we were married, you built a wall around Alexis,
like you didn't want anyone else to be close to her.
When it came to the two of you,
I was on the outside, looking in.
I just...
I don't want to feel like an outsider anymore.
She's growing up.
She has a boyfriend now.
You want to know the truth?
I feel like an outsider, too.
But you're very right.
And I was wrong.
And you should be the hero this time.
That's sweet.
You're sweet.
Hello. Yeah.
So how did it go with the amends last night?
Did bribery work?
That and sincerity.
Well, it's always a good combination.
Mm-Hmm. How goes the haystack? Any needles?
More like a pitchfork.
There's no record of Dr. Monroe ever visiting the prison,
but the logs do show
that another member of the hospital staff was making
weekly visits to Bedford Hills prison facility.
Anyone we know?
Oh, yeah.
Nurse Greg, seriously?
Seriously. For the past three years,
Greg has been making weekly visits
to an inmate named Amy Porter, who is doing 30 years to life
for her role as a getaway driver
in a failed robbery where a security guard was killed.
So I did a little bit of digging,
and apparently, Greg was her character witness at her trial.
Amy is Greg's girlfriend.
Mm-Hmm.
Dr. Monroe was on to
prescription fraud and a smuggling ring.
She thought Greg was stealing meds from the hospital
and smuggling them into Amy.
For her to distribute on the inside.
So I was right. Greg was working an angle.
He was friends with all these women so they would help him.
Probably without any of them realizing it,
so I asked the prison warden to go and search Amy's cell
and then bring her down here for questioning.
Yo. I just got off the phone
with the warden from Bedford Hills.
Amy Porter suffered a stroke this morning.
At 25?
They sent her to County Hospital.
Here? Why not bring her to a hospital
a little closer to the prison?
Well, county is the nearest hospital
with a secured Ward.
And that's also where Greg works.
Dr. Phelps. Dr. Phelps, we understand
that you're treating a patient named Amy Porter.
She's a prison transfer.
I was. Unfortunately, she died while having an M.R.I.
She's dead? Where's the body?
Greg switched the body.
This wasn't about smuggling something into jail.
It was about smuggling something out. Oh!
Greg pulled a prison break.
- A prison break? - Yes, sir.
We swept the hospital, but we didn't find either of them.
Turns out Greg isn't mcdreamy or mcsteamy.
- He's mcschemey. - Do we know how he pulled this off?
Well, sir, after reviewing the evidence,
and also with Dr. Parish's expertise,
we think that we figured it out.
The key was forging friendships with specific doctors
who could provide documents and drugs.
That's why he was just friends and not sleeping with them all.
He was committed to Amy the whole time.
Without knowing it, every woman in the galaxy of Greg
helped him with his escape plan—
signatures on death certificates,
medical orders, body releases.
O-okay, but how did he fake Amy's death?
Pharmacist Lissa Akerman gave Greg a container
of acetyl hexapeptide-3.
It's a botox-like topical cream,
effective in small doses.
Akerman thought it was a gift for Greg's mother,
but Greg instead smuggled it into Amy.
Amy lathered half her face with it, temporarily diminishing
her facial muscles' ability to contract.
Simulating a stroke.
And then according to prison protocol, Amy was sent to county
to receive advanced medical treatment. And like any good physician,
Dr. Phelps immediately ordered an M.R.I.
Kicking Greg's plan into high gear.
Greg used his connections at the E.R. to get both morphine and naloxone.
When he escorted Amy into the MR.I.,
he gave her enough morphine to cause her vital signs to drop
to where she had no recordable pulse.
Creating the illusion of death,
and since Amy had a do-not-resuscitate order...
- Uh, courtesy of Dr. Zha... - She was pronounced dead.
Not wanting to waste a second, Greg wheels Amy into the morgue.
And then injects her with the naloxone,
- bringing her out of the O.D. - Very "Pulp Fiction."
And very dangerous, but effective.
Greg had the morgue supervisor
sign all of the documents necessary to release the body,
and then placed Jane Doe's body in Amy's bag.
Then like any other couple in love,
they walked arm in arm out of the hospital and into the sunrise...
Risking everything for love.
If it weren't for the fact that Dr. Monroe was killed... - Mm.
- It'd be a pretty romantic story. - Hold on now.
I thought Greg had a solid alibi for her murder.
Well, sir, we think that an accomplice was helping him out.
So we're looking in to known associates,
and we've also got a team out at Greg's apartment
looking to see if they can find any leads.
We're also monitoring his credit cards,
and we've issued A.P.B.s for the tristate area,
but given all of the planning,
they probably already had an escape route planned.
- But if we're lucky, we'll catch a break. - I think we just did.
Greg's letters to Amy.
If they've been planning this for a long time, there's gotta be a clue in the letters.
Call the crew over at Greg's.
If we can find Amy's letters to Greg, then we'll have a full set.
Yes, sir.
These are just love notes. There's nothing in here about the escape.
Well, then we have to look at these like a romance novel, not a murder mystery.
These people are baring their souls in these letters,
and if we're lucky, we'll find our zihuatenjo.
In "The Shawshank Redemption," Andy was trying...
No, I know what it is. I'm a cop. I've seen the movie.
It's just, there's nothing about that in here.
The only thing that Amy talks about is being innocent
of the crime she was convicted of and how much she misses Greg.
Yeah, it's pretty clear Greg misses her, too.
Listen to this. "The days without you grow longer,
- but my love for you grows"... - Stronger?
"Harder."
A poet he's not.
Yeah, well, not everyone is a best-selling crime novelist.
And it doesn't mean that their love was any less.
Listen to what she wrote to him.
"I can't bear to see you suffer.
"Make a new life with someone else. Just be happy.
If anyone deserves it, it's you."
I think I have his response to that.
"I don't believe in much, but I believe in us."
- I like this guy. - Mm-hmm.
"And no matter the obstacles, no matter how hard you try,
you'll never get rid of me. I love you."
You're right. These are worthless.
Uh, so two lovers reunite after three years.
- Where would you go? - A motel.
Really? That's what you call "special"?
Well, I'm assuming they're on a budget.
All right, where's the first place you'd go?
I don't know. Someplace romantic.
Someplace with special meaning maybe.
Like the first place they met?
Yeah. "I'll never forget
"the first time I laid eyes on you that cold, rainy night
inside the Burgeropolis in Hillsdale."
Hillsdale, New Jersey.
Burgeropolis?
You think that's their special place?
Yeah. No, that's... That's stupid.
Maybe we'll get lucky with the A.P.B.s.
Well, let me know.
Ugh. Nothing from airports, bus or train stations.
There's no credit card activity.
Apparently Greg pulled all of his money
out of his bank account a week ago.
$8,000. That's more than enough money to get out of the country.
They're probably halfway to Canada by now.
Well, we sent their photos to border patrol,
so if they try to leave, we'll catch 'em.
Unless they're hidden in the trunk of their buddy's car.
Lab I.D.'ed those carpet fibers from Dr. Monroe's body.
They're from the lining of a car trunk,
a Deville, manufactured within the last five years.
Well, that's probably how the accomplice got the body to the funeral home.
All right. Check into surveillance cameras within the vicinity of the funeral home.
Maybe we'll get lucky, get a license plate, and track down that accomplice.
Or you could just ask Greg who his accomplice is. - Sir?
Those Jersey state troopers you had staking out the Burgeropolis
just pulled your fugitive love birds from the drive-thru,
and they're bringing 'em in now.
You had Jersey troopers stake out the Burgeropolis?
- Yeah. - But you said that was stupid.
No, you said it was stupid,
and it looks like you were wrong.
No. No, no, I was right.
I love her.
What was I supposed to do, leave her in that prison to rot?
What would you have done?
The love of your life stuck behind bars
for a crime she didn't commit—
That's not what this is about, Mr. McClintock.
Yes, it is. Amy didn't drive the getaway car in that robbery.
Her car was stolen. She got screwed by the s—
Get focused, Greg.
We're not interested in your girlfriend's crimes.
We're here because of Dr. Monroe's murder.
What?
I have an alibi, remember?
We know you have an alibi.
We also know that you have an accomplice.
I don't have an accomplice.
I don't know anything about her murder.
Right. And Dr. Monroe really pulled you into that meeting
to scold you for flirting with her residents.
She was on to you. She knew about the drugs,
she knew about the plan, she knew about Bedford Hills,
and that's why you had her killed.
No. When she pulled me into her office,
I knew she was on to me.
I had to move fast before she ruined everything.
- So you killed her. - No, I didn't kill...
All I did was change the date of Amy's escape.
I had to get her out before Dr. Monroe found out everything.
Or maybe she already knew everything.
Maybe she threatened to turn you in.
No. From her questions, I could tell she was fishing,
trying to put the pieces together.
She was off shift for the next two days,
so I figured if I could distract her and get the hell out of her office,
- our plan might still have a chance. - What do you mean, you distracted her?
You know, change the subject.
I started asking her about this new bracelet she had,
how it was a special gift from her boyfriend.
Then a few minutes later, her phone rang, and I got the hell outta there.
- Well, that's a pretty good story. - Mm.
Only Dr. Monroe didn't have a boyfriend.
No, I swear. The way she was talking about that bracelet,
she definitely had a boyfriend.
In this whole investigation, there has not been one mention of a boyfriend.
Probably because he was lying. Look.
Nothing, nothing, nothing. See? No bracelet.
Nearby bank cam caught a photo of a Deville
heading towards the direction of our funeral home
shortly after our window for time of death.
It was the only one that passed by that night.
Well, is there a better angle so we could see the license plate or the driver?
Nope. That's the best one.
Oh, look. He wasn't lying.
She was wearing a bracelet right before she was killed.
Well, where did it go?
C.S.U.s didn't find one in the coffin or anywhere else.
- The killer took it. - Why?
I mean, it doesn't look like it was worth very much.
And if it was about money, how come he didn't take her purse?
Because it wasn't about money. It was about passion.
Do you recognize that bracelet?
I've seen that design before.
Detective, Mr. Castle,
have you made any progress finding Valerie's killer?
We believe we have.
Tell me, what was the exact nature of your relationship with Dr. Monroe?
I told you already. She was my physician.
You said that before, but I'm confused. You see, unlike you,
I don't take long, romantic drives with my doctor. I do that with my girlfriend.
We don't yet live in a world where passion is a crime, do we, Detective?
No, but crimes of passion are, especially murder.
That's a lovely necklace you're wearing, Mr. Calderon.
May I? Yeah.
I couldn't help but notice, it bears a similar design
to the bracelet that Valerie was wearing the night she was killed.
That's because I gave it to her as a token of my affection.
It belonged to my mother.
This belonged to my father.
They're a set.
Well, considering it's an heirloom,
no wonder you wanted it back.
I don't know what you mean.
It wasn't on her body when she was found.
Someone removed it.
What happened? Did she reject you?
Is that when the old Calderon returned—
not the, uh, cognac swirling renaissance man we see before us,
but the ruthless killer?
Be careful, Mr. Castle.
This is not one of your fictions where people bleed ink.
I loved her, yes. But I did not kill her.
I was here.
And you're wealthy enough to have bought that alibi.
This is outrageous.
I will not be slandered.
It is not slander if there is proof.
This is a photo from an A.T.M. camera
the night that she was killed, about a block and a half away from the funeral home
where her body was dumped.
That's your car, Mr. Calderon.
The same one you and Valerie used to take your long, romantic drives.
No, no, you're mistaken..
Save it, Calderon. We found nylon fibers on her body—
Gray,
just like the color of the carpet on the back of your Deville.
So what was her body doing
- stuffed in the trunk of your car? - I was here. I...
I-I remember the...
I was here.
But you...
You took the keys that night.
Madre de dios.
Oh, it was you.
I can see it in your eyes, Manolo. It was you.
You don't understand, hermano.
I had to. I did it for you.
- Why? - She was an informant, Cesar.
When I saw her with that man at the diner,
I followed him.
And you know what I found?
He worked for the Attorney General.
She betrayed you.
Why didn't you come to me?
Because you were too blinded, brother.
And when you gave her mother's bracelet,
I knew it was up to me to keep Valerie from hurting you.
What did you do, Manolo?
He hit her in the head, knocked her out.
And then using the syringe skills
he developed caring for you, he injected her with air.
Leaving no blood evidence.
And then he stuffed her body into someone else's coffin so that you would never know.
How could you do this?
I made them disappear...
Just like you taught me, hermano.
No body...
No murder.
Manuel Calderon, you're under arrest for the murder of Dr. Valerie Monroe.
I couldn't let her hurt you.
The fact is, she wasn't going to.
She wasn't investigating your brother.
She was looking into corruption at County Hospital.
You killed her for nothing.
Let's go.
You know, that nurse Greg fellow?
He impresses me.
You know, someone willing to risk it all
to break his lover out of the big house.
We should all have that in our lives.
Yeah, we should.
Hey! You're home.
How was it?
Taylor was amazing.
Ash and I held hands while she sang our song. It was so great.
Thank you so much.
For what?
It's okay.
Gina told me. The tickets were from both of you.
Good night.
Very considerate of Gina.
Yeah, it was, wasn't it?
Mm-hmm.
You're starting to like her, aren't you?
I stopped being emotionally invested in your girlfriends after you dumped
that darling Lizzie in eleventh grade.
Gina's very nice.
She's a little over the top, but, you know...
You're happy, I'm happy.
But... the question is this,
when you come right down to it,
would you be willing to break her out of prison?
Because that, my boy,
is true love.
Oh, God. I love you so much.
I love you, too.
I can't stand the thought of you getting locked up over me.
Well, you might not have to.
After hearing all your, uh, claims of innocence,
we decided to go over your arrest file.
Turns out, there were a lot of discrepancies.
So we sent the files to Leonard Maloney over at the Attorney General's office,
and he agreed.
Apparently your public defender was a real hack.
He overlooked several key pieces of evidence.
Including a statement that was ignored because of the eyewitness' mental illness,
so Maloney has agreed to reopen your case,
and he believes that you have cause to be hopeful.
Oh.
What about Greg?
Well, in the spirit of justice, Maloney has said that if you get exonerated,
he will recommend that Greg gets probation.
W-why are you doing all this?
Because someone convinced me
that a love story as good as yours
deserves a shot at a happy ending.
Oh.
Um...
We feel bad that the state troopers picked you up at Burgeropolis
before you were able to relive your first date.
So until you do get out...
We brought you this.
I, uh, told 'em to hold the onions.
That was a nice thing you guys did in there.
Well, I just thought that after everything Greg did for her, they deserved a chance.
Besides, if it were you and I in Amy's shoes,
- we'd still be rotting in prison. - Speak for yourself, bro. I'd escape.
- What, you'd just leave me in there? - It's the law of the jungle.
- I gotta look out for numero uno. - Wow.
Nothing like a hypothetical prison term to let you know who your friends really are.
Don't worry, Castle. I'd get you out.
♪ One day ♪
♪ I'll see you walk in again ♪
♪ one day ♪ ♪ you know it's true ♪
- You coming? - Yeah.
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