[A murder calls Castle away from an ad-hoc play rehearsal with his mother]
Take me with you!
To a crime scene?
It'd be educational. Please?
Find your own hiding place.
Castle · Season 2
[A murder calls Castle away from an ad-hoc play rehearsal with his mother]
Take me with you!
To a crime scene?
It'd be educational. Please?
Find your own hiding place.
[Explaining why they should continue ad-hoc play rehearsal]
If it's a hit, who knows how long it could run? Then I could take it on the road.
You mean you'd leave us?
Well, only for nine months of the year. [noticing Alexis' concerned expression] Oh, don't look so sad. [noticing Castle's dreamy expression] And, you, don't look so happy.
[Beckett and Castle working to learn the victim's identity and where she might have been]
Well, she's tall, she's gorgeous, 10 pounds underweight. Her hair is fried, she's wearing too much eye makeup. She's a model. Which means she was probably at a club last night. It is, after all, Fashion Week, when all the hottest women in the world descend upon the hippest nightspots like locusts. Only, locusts eat.
Castle, hey, is your, your girl here?
Rina.
Rina used to baby-sit Alexis, fellas. So, as far as Big Rick here is concerned, she might as well be wearing a chastity belt.
Thank you for that visual image. That's… And also, thank you for calling me "Big Rick".
[Castle discovers why Beckett was upset with him]
Wait, is that why you've been so upset? Because I let her [Cosmo reporter] read it before you?
I am the inspiration. I should be reading it before a reporter does.
Why didn't you just say so?
Why didn't you just give it to me?
Why didn't you ask?
Why didn't it occur to you?
[Brief pause, and then he realizes she has a point]
You'll have it by tomorrow.
Good.
Good.
[After Castle leaves, Beckett turns on her computer, only to find a snapshot of her modeling for tennis agency]
Looking good, Detective Beckett.
[Looks over and sees Ryan and Esposito grinning at her.]
How did you guys…
We're detectives.
Called your dad.
[Rising up and walking over to them] Okay, okay, you guys have had your fun. I was 17 and I thought that modeling would be an easier way to make money than waitressing.
Right.
It was one summer, no big deal. [Turns and walks away, but snaps her fingers and turns back] And if you guys tell Castle about this, I will kill you.
You don't think Fletcher's telling Jerry the truth?
That he's suddenly a con-man with a heart of gold? No. That's just another con.
Wait, you don't think people can change?
No. I've seen too many repeat offenders to believe for one second that a guy who promises never to beat his wife again actually won't.
That's a pretty bleak attitude.
Not bleak - realistic.
[on CIA Agent Gray] This man is a machine. I've interviewed serial killers, hitmen. Agent Gray?
Mm-hmm?
By far, the most dangerous man I've ever met. [looks around and whispers] He once killed a North Korean agent with a melonballer.
[suddenly appearing behind them] It was an ice cream scoop, Castle. And that information was supposed to remain private.
Sorry.
I hate this case.
I know, isn't it great?!
He wasn't a con man. He was in the CIA.
[thrilled] Best case ever.
[half-interrupting him] Shut up.
[When Beckett tells Castle she hasn't read Heat Wave yet]
You were all over me to get a copy of that book. Do you have any idea how many hoops I had to jump through, just so my editor wouldn't send an armed guard to watch over you while you read it? The least you could do is to… [pauses and looks at her] Oh. Oh! I see what you're doing.
I'm not doing anything.
Oh, yes, you are. Yes, you are. You're trying to push my buttons, but it's not gonna work.
Really?
Mmm.
'Cause it seems to be working just great. [smirks]
It's really a kind of psychopathy. To be so cold that you can look someone in the eye, tell them that you love them, and then rob them blind without the slightest remorse.
[Blinks and holds up his hands] Whoa, I just flashed back to the eighth grade. [Indignant] Sherry Ort. Broke my heart, stole my lunch money.
[Cell phone rings and Beckett answers it]
Beckett.
[raving on] Then she laughed about it with her friends.
[After Castle and Beckett figure out the case and realize who the killer is]
But what about the phone call from Steven?
Well, she must've faked it somehow.
Why?
Because…
The con is still on!
[Castle has arrived late to a crime scene]
Yeah, it's too bad, too. Your kind of case, bro'.
Yeah?
Yeah, body was found down that manhole over there. Half eaten.
Eaten?
Yeah, it was covered in some kind of green slime.
Whoa...
Yeah, it was creepy. It's as if someone or some thing is down there.
[Catching on] Ha, that's... okay. Very funny. Great. [To Beckett] Was there a body down the manhole?
Yeah.
Okay, thank you. An adult.
Yeah, you should have seen what else was down there. Two metal canisters with bio-hazard stickers and yellow powder inside of them.
You opened the... [the detectives smirk] Alright. Will someone please tell me what's really going on here?
We're gonna check nearby trash cans for the murder weapon.
What was the murder weapon, by the way?
Some kind of death ray.
Turns your insides out.
[At the book launch party for "Heat Wave", Beckett learned earlier that Castle had an offer for writing three books about "a certain british secret agent"]
[Having read the dedication in the "Heat Wave" book] I was just, eh, the, eh, the dedication, wow, thank you...
I meant it, you are extraordinary. Listen, I was thinking - [Beckett listening in anticipation] what if the wife got onto the affair?
[Surprised] Melissa Talbert? Our killer?
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...
Well ... Anything's possible, I didn't see it that way.
Huh, you're saying that because you've never been scorned...
What makes you say that?
Well, come on, what man has ever turned you away?
[Looking uncomfortable] So, any word on a certain British secret agent who shall not be named?
I got the official offer!
[Looking disappointed by the expectation of their relationship ending] Wow, congratulations!
I haven't accepted it yet.
But you're going to, aren't you?
Wait, you think I should?
Yeah, I mean is there a reason why you wouldn't?
So you'd be OK if I didn't write another "Nikki Heat"?
[Laughing] I mean, why wouldn't I? It's not like I asked you to write the first one...
You know, a lot of people would be flattered that someone chose to write a book based on them...
Flattered? Do you have any idea how much grief I've had to put up with over this "Nikki Heat"-thing?
Gee, I'm sorry...
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