Castle · Season 4
And it happened backstage, right upstairs. They were stealing a moment together, which was dangerous, because she was Dempsey’s girl. As they stared into each other’s eyes, Kate’s heart quickened...
Did you just say Kate? Are you picturing the PI as you and me as the gangster’s moll?
What? No. and I didn’t say Kate, I said fate. Fate’s heart quickened. I was being poetic.
[After reading the statement]
But if Sally wasn’t Vera’s sister, then who was she?
Sally set up the PI. It’s a classic film noir twist.
But why?
[Gleefully] I don’t know.
What was Sally up to?
I don’t know
Do you think she was connected to Dempsey?
I don’t know. Isn’t this great?
It’s 9 o’clock. What kind of passion is she finding at this time of night?
Um... (Rick’s phone rings, it’s Kate.) Aha! There, your better half.
Don’t change the subject!
And if I did tell you, well then I’d have to kill you.
Yeah? Good luck with that.
Yeah, realistically that’s not...
No ID, but lots of causes of death.
You mean other than gravity.
Oh, yeah. See that bullet wound?
So he was shot before he fell?
And stabbed.
Shot and stabbed?
And choked and has a pencil jammed in the side of his neck.
Gives new meaning to the term “overkill.”
[As Lanie and Alexis arrive to the crime scene]
Just so you know, I’m not letting this victim out of my sight.
Crazy.
What is?
The fact that Richard Castle, a man unburdened by regret and guilt, has a child that carries the weight of the world.
How could they get a court order that fast?
I don’t know. Maybe you should ask your girlfriend.
Girlfriend?
Yes. Okay? We slept together. It was a long time ago. What’s the big deal?
There is no ‘big deal’, sleep with whoever you want. The more the merrier!
(Clearing her throat.) I have those, uh, toxicology reports you wanted.
Oh, yes, just set them there, sweetie. Thank you.
(To Alexis, as they return from the precinct) So, how was your day at precinct?
Great. And here I thought the dead bodies were going to be the grossest part.
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.
(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?
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.
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