Gates
You know, when I first got here, I couldn't figure out what Beckett saw in you. But you know what she said? "He sees the story. I see the evidence, where it leads, but he sees the story." That man got inside your head, and you let him. You wanna help her, you gotta get inside his. What's his story? What's his next move gonna be? Now you figure that out, and we'll find her.
Gates
What about the victim? Any closer to an ID?
Based on blood, Dr. Parish determined that our victim is a male, so we’re looking for missing persons reports of men in that area.
Gates
Men? You’ve narrowed the victim pool down to men?
[Beckett tries to respond, but can’t]
Uh, well, in New York City, that actually eliminates over four million women, so…
[Gates glares stonily at him]
Gates
Mr. Castle, I don’t know what the mayor sees in you, but I know how you’re alike. He’s term-limited. [walks away]
Maybe if I sent her flowers-
Gates
I have a special task for you. I hear that you’re quite the speed reader, and in the time that I’ve known you, you’ve shown, well, on occasion, an exceptional attention to detail.
That’s the first time you’ve ever payed me a compliment. Go on.
Gates
We’ve conducted over a hundred interviews so far. Someone needs to review them swiftly looking for information that can help us ID our suspect. And I believe you’re my best man.
(He turns to Kate.) I think she’s finally starting to like me.
Gates
No, I’m not.
(Whispers.) Wearing her down.
Gates
Your resignation has been accepted. The matter’s settled.
Sir, I have the top case-closure rate in the precinct. And now that the man that shot me is dead, that particular case will no longer be an issue.
Gates
Really? Because it seems to be the gift that keeps on giving. I’m told we put a Michael Smith under guard at the hospital. What was his role in this?
Gates
I don’t believe you. You’re covering for someone and I know who it is. But I don’t intend to dig up the past and tarnish Roy Montgomery’s reputation. The fact is, I admire your loyalty. I hope you feel that for me someday.
Captain Gates? Captain Gates.
Gates
What are you two doing down here?
Well, after I got a call from Detective Esposito, I became very concerned, so I checked in with-
JJim
I can’t reach Katie. What’s the situation?
Gates
There’s no cause for alarm. It’s just that we’re having trouble pinpointing their precise location-
Oh, please stop. You are a terrible actress. There is no way that anyone would’ve called me if they weren’t really worried, and I wanna know what is going on here.
Gates
Okay. They went to interview a witness and we lost contact. But we’re doing our best to find them. So I suggest you both go home and I’ll call you the second I know more.
I am not leaving until I know what has happened to our children.
All right, where is that fancy coffee machine that Richard bought for the precinct? Over there?
Gates
The break room.
[The two walk away and Ryan approaches Gates]
Gates
[Whispering] I don’t want to have to tell those two that I lost their kids. Tell me you have something on Dolan.
Gates
My mother-in-law is a licensed pilot, as she keeps reminding me. Part of a larger effort to make me feel inferior. I’m sorry. Did I just say that out loud?
Sounds like she’s staying with you, Captain?
Gates
One day soon, your in-laws will visit, too. And when they do, think hotel. [walks away] Oh, Lord, I hate the holidays.
[sotto voce] Yet another quality she has in common with the Grinch
Gates
[Looking down at her ringing phone] Oh. Speaking of people having their homes stolen.
Is that your mother-in-law again, sir?
Gates
Detective, if you happen to receive a report of a homicide tonight at my address, do me a favor. Ignore it.
[After Captain Gates held a small excursus about "Wives Of Wall Street"]
You're a fan of "Wives Of Wall Street"?
Gates
Oh yes, the best show on TV, why?
I don't ... I just assumed that, uh, a woman like you would prefer more ... sophisticated fare.
Gates
[Indignantly] Excuse me, what did you just say?
Gates
Okay, I spoke with the Commissioner, and he's agreed to provide Vaughn with a protective detail.
Uh, great. I actually have a few uniforms that I'd like to recommend for duty.
Gates
No. Mr. Vaughn has requested you.
Sir, I'm a homicide detective, not some bodyguard.
Gates
Trust me, I know. But this comes directly from the Commissioner.
Then why doesn't Vaughn just hire a private army? He can afford that.
Gates
I don't know why, Mr. Castle. I just know what my orders are. He wants Detective Beckett, and only Beckett. [turns and leaves]
[After escaping from the bomb]
Hey, Castle, listen... Thank you for staying with me.
[they lean in to kiss, but police sirens stop them]
[Ryan, Esposito, and Captain Gates get out of the car and come over to Castle and Beckett]
[to Ryan as they hug] Perfect timing.
Gates
Glad to see you, Detective. Even you, Mr. Castle. I have to say, I don't know too many men who would've done what you did.
Gates
Oh, for heaven’s sake, Detective. Just kiss the man.
Gates
What? Do you think I’m an idiot? I needed to maintain plausible deniability, which I can continue as long as you two both act professionally at the precinct.
I know I can, but, Captain, she has a long history of coming on to me at work-
I don’t think it’ll be a problem, sir.
Gates
Good. Meanwhile, as long as we're on neutral ground here, I'd say, uh... he deserves it, wouldn't you?
Gates
Mr Castle! Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?
Did you give that TV station the precinct number?
Well, I'm not going to give them my home phone. That's private!
Gates
The NYPD is not your personal secretary! Do you know how many man-hours this little stunt of yours is costing us? The phones have been ringing off the hook!
Did you hear that? Ringing off the hook? [kisses Gates and grabs a stack of phone messages] We have leads.
Gates
W... w... what just happened?
Gates
I'm sorry. Without the sheriff's cooperation, there's only so much we can do.
So, we're just gonna let him get away with this?
Kind of like how we let you get away with not inviting us to the wedding?
Gates
Well, at least you were invited to the champagne toast.
Gates
Oh, no, no, no. I'm sure it was Mr. Castle's fault.