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.
S4 E17Once Upon a Crime
(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.)
S4 E18A Dance with Death
Guess who I ran into at the beauty parlor today?
RCRick Castle
Mother, I'm at a critical juncture and...
Oona Marconi.
RCRick Castle
Oona Marconi, the theater critic?
I thought I might invite her to dinner, ask her to give a little mention to my acting school, put it into one of her columns. It would be invaluable publicity
RCRick Castle
Yes, well, that would depend on the mention. You aren't forgetting her blistering review of your performance of Maggie in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, are you?
That was 1983. I think I'm over it.
RCRick Castle
"Martha Rodgers as Maggie the Cat is more of a helpless kitten, mewing and flapping her hands when she doesn’t get her way."
You memorized it?
RCRick Castle
I couldn't help it! You walked around the apartment quoting it for months. Mother, I'm just saying, maybe it's not a good idea to ask an important favor of someone who's been so unkind to you in the past.
The operative word here is past. I think I can rise above. Besides, my acting school is more important to me than some old grudge.
RCRick Castle
Well, that's very mature of you, Mother.
[walking away] Thank you.
RCRick Castle
"If Tennessee Williams knew what crimes Martha Rodgers had committed against this audience in his name, he would have her arrested for assault."
Rising above.
This is the weirdest spending spree I have ever seen. Odette spent tens of thousands of dollars on clothes but nothing in her size according to these receipts. Everything's in size four.
And I went through her apartment. I didn't see a hundred grand worth of new clothes. Maybe she hid 'em.
Sounds to me like the old gas card scheme.
What do you mean?
Your parents put you on a strict allowance, but they give you a gas card so you can fill your car. You fill your friend's cars and they give you cash. Some of my buddies in boarding school nearly doubled their allowance.
Uh huh.
Not me, of course. That ... Don't tell my mother.
Based on my reading of the coroner's report, I can see why Graham Morton's death was ruled natural causes. However...
CCastle
Ooh! There's a "however."
A very big however. [to Alexis] Tell them.
There were some anomalies I found suspicious. Evidence of petechiae in both eyes. Fresh bruising on the right side of Mr. Morton's nose, which could have happened if, say, someone was holding a pillow over his face. All in all, I think there is ample evidence that Mr. Morton was murdered.
CCastle
[to Lanie] Ample? [Lanie nods] Murdered. [grabs Alexis and hugs her] I am just so proud.
Dad. Work. Boundaries.
CCastle
Right.
S4 E1947 Seconds
Honey, do you ever wonder why I never visited you in the precinct the first year you were working there?
I always thought it was because of the harsh lighting.
Well, that was a consideration.
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.
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.
No, I’m not.
(Whispers.) Wearing her down.
Okay, so you remember what happened after the bomb went off, but not before.
BBobby
It must have been one of those traumatic amnesia things.
Bobby. Don’t lie to me.
I'm telling you, it was all a big blank. It was the trauma.
It was not the trauma. You don’t get to use that excuse.
BBobby
I swear, I don’t remember.
The hell you don’t remember. Do you wanna know trauma? I was shot in the chest, and I remember every second of it. And so do you.
(Castle is watching from the observation room.)
All this time. You remembered?
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