[ranting] The thing about my boyfriend is, I thought I was being so grown-up. Moving in with him, getting my own place, but now, it's my whole life. And I'm pretty sure I've made a huge mistake. Do you know why I'm helping him with his grant application? Because if he get it, he'll have to travel.
MMandy
That is messed up. You need to tell him.
Tell him what? That I changed my mind? I don't want a relationship? We have a lease!
And he doesn't deserve it. He hasn't done anything wrong. It-Oh! And then there's my dad. What do I tell him, huh? That he was right all along? That I wasn't ready? [Gives a forced laugh]
MMandy
[sighing] I wish I would've said that. I wasn't ready for soooo many things.
Do you ever look back on something you've done, and it's like someone else is doing it?
MMandy
You're kidding, right?
Right. [sighs] Sorry, I...haven't had anyone to talk to.
Hey Castle, looks like your lovelife made the paper again...
Ah, what? Alright, alright, who am I gonna hook up with now?
[Reading an article in the paper] Novelist Richard Castle and New York Police detective Katherine Beckett, both native New Yorkers, are pleased to announce their engagement.
No, nah, nonononono, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't do this...
[Coming forward] Actually, I did.
I know Castle, I like my privacy, but I do realize that you're somewhat famous...
[Ryan and Esposito make the "little" gesture]
Yes, and if we're gonna be together, I have to come to terms with that. And if they're gonna write about you, I want it to be the truth, I want it to be about us. [Hugging Castle]
Well, there's no one that... [Esposito and Ryan grinning in the background, waiting for Castle and Beckett to kiss, Castle giving them the looks, they turn away] There's no one I'd rather share a headline with, but just for the interest of accuracy, let's see if we are getting married in space?
No, it's not gonna happen babe...
[looking disappointed] Be pretty fun, space...
Mother, what are you trying to force on my lovely fiancée?
No, no, no, no, no. I am just trying to expose Katherine to the glorious world of wedding magazines.
They are all very girly, with a lot of gauzy photos of love-struck brides looking off into the distance.
Perhaps they're contemplating the 50% divorce rate.
Do you regret it? That prank, missing your prom, not being here with Audra Dobson?
Not even a little bit. Everything I've ever done, every choice I've ever made, every terrible and wonderful thing that's ever happened to me, has all led me to right here, this moment, with you.
...but I did find out about our victim through his personal website.
He's got his own website?
Yeah, he's an actor. A struggling one, judging by his credits.
Justin Marquette is "a member of the Roster Theater Company" and is "currently appearing in their off-off-off-Broadway production of Checkhov's Platonov." That's a lot of "offs."
[As the group is still in confusion about the case]
[To Castle] Alright. Come on.
Give us one of your theories, bro. Come on. Whatever it is, it can't be any crazier than what we're already dealing with.
Okay. I think...I'm man enough to admit I'm completely theory-less.
What if their lives intersect, just not in such a literal sense?
Castle, no, please. If this is some alternate universe theory, I'm not in the mood.
Really. Alternate universe, that's how little you think of me.
I'm sorry. I... I'm sorry, I just, I thought that...
No, they're psychically linked, and not just to each other, but to the actual killer. See, they've seen the crime through his or her eyes, and the experience is so visceral that both Sam and Anita think that they committed the crime themselves.
[giggles] I'm sorry, it's just you got excited, it's kind of cute.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know how I like the weird stuff.
Tell me what this is all about.
Not until I know I'm right. Which... I am. You should know, you're engaged to a genius.
Yes, a genius at annoying me.
So, I'm Justin, and you are one of these several people who shot me.
I'm starting to feel the urge
[Whispering] This is Detective Kate Beckett, and if you can hear me, I've been abducted. I'm in a white cube van, New York plates. We've been traveling for about 20 minutes. We've been making a lot of turns, but I think we're headed east. Captain Fowler, if you can hear me, this is seriously ruining my dinner plans.
It looks like she was stabbed with a knife.
To the untrained eye, perhaps, but what you don't know about post-mortem analysis could fill a book, Mr. Castle. In fact, it has. Numerous times.
Fine. So, it was not a knife.
PPearlmutter
Ah, wrong again. It was a knife, but "stabbed" implies the blade was thrust into the victim, whereas this wound was produced by it being hurled into her chest.
What is this, Last of the Mohicans?
