First Alexis is interning for Lanie, now my mother is taking over my office. I feel like my whole life is being invaded.
You’ll get used to it. I did.
It is not the same thing. It’s similar, just much less invasive.
“Once Upon a Crime” · Season 4, Episode 17
In this episode: Richard Castle (9), Kate Beckett (8), Martha Rodgers (2), Javier Esposito (1), Kevin Ryan (1), Alexis Castle (1)
(To Beckett) A girl wearing a red outfit in the middle of the woods, claw marks on her face. Am I the only one who is seeing this? (Beckett is puzzled) She is Little Red Riding Hood.
(Sarcastically) Great, I'll call an APB on the Big Bad Wolf.
You have a better theory? (Ryan suddenly calls Beckett from far)
Ryan, I want you to see if any animal here can cause these marks.
Like a wolf? A Big Bad one?
Really?
There’s this whole adult role playing subculture obsessed with fairy tales. (Kate looks at him.) Not that kind of adult role playing, although, there is that one too.
And you know this how?
Did a little research. Hmm. Bo Peep. Anyway, these people get dressed in the outfits, they play the characters, they even re-enact the stories. Maybe that’s what Amy was doing when everything went horribly and tragically wrong.
Castle, that is a surprisingly reasonable and grounded theory.
Yeah. In fact, I am a little disappointed in myself.
We all are, bro.
(Reading from Martha’s play.) ‘Richard always had a dark imagination. He was destined either to become a serial killer or a mystery writer.’ Mother, really?
Oh, it’s just a slight exaggeration.
And according to this you’re responsible for launching my writing career by... you slept with my first publisher?
MMarcus
Mr Castle, I’m sure your talent would’ve gotten you there eventually.
My talent did get me there. I didn’t get published because of her.
Technically, I slept with him after your book was out. This is just to be more salacious.
Wasn’t he practically my age?
Honey, you know I’ve always loved younger men. They have so much energy, enough to keep up with me. Most of the time.
I’m gonna erase that image from my mind with a bottle of scotch. (He pours some scotch into a glass.)
Oh, darling, I invited Beckett to the reading tomorrow night, so you two might wanna make a date of it.
(Castle pours some more scotch into his glass.)
What was I supposed to do? Say no?
Yes.
Why are you so against your mom’s play?
Because she’s rewriting history. My history. Trust me, I lived through it. She’s making it sound like it’s her own personal fairy tale.
Oh, so you don’t like it when someone writes their own version of your life. Interesting.
Okay, are you referring to the Nikki Heat books? Because this is completely different.
How is it different?
Well, for one thing, I’m not claiming that what I write is actually true.
Well, I don’t think she is, either. Come on, Castle, you said so yourself, everyone needs a fairy tale. What’s the harm in letting your mom have one of her own?
Okay, let’s... let’s change the subject to something less likely to give me an ulcer.
He covered his bases.
I know. It’s really starting to piss me off.
Yeah. And you get cute when you get angry. (Kate looks at him.) But not when you get angry with me. (Kate smiles.)
And like any psychopath, he’s a great actor. Oh, speaking of...
Psychopaths or actors?
I was thinking about your mom.
Oh, so a little of both.
I think we can make the play.
Really? You wanna venture into the dark scary woods?
Don’t worry, Castle, I got a gun. I’ll protect you from the big bad wolf.
You’d use your gun on my mother? I’m touched. Thank you.
Speaking of fairy tales, my mother is ready to give her encore performance.
Time to go back into the woods?
Still got your gun?
I turned down the role. Turned my back on fortune. And, it was the best career move I ever made. For an even greater role came my way. The part, perhaps the greatest role that I have ever played. That, of mother.
(To Castle.) That’s sweet.
CCastle
You’re right, that is sweet.
Shh.
CCastle
Sorry.
Now, if Richard had only been able to embrace the role of son with the same level of commitment...
CCastle
And, into the woods we go.
(Beckett takes his hand.)
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