"We don't get too many transfers to this place." " Where you from?" " Albany." "I'm just so excited to be in the big city." "Yeah, well, don't get too excited." "Same rooms as the ones you cleaned in Albany." "Same beds, same carpets, same mess every morning." "[ Gasps ]" "Oh, my God." "Do I smell coffee?" "If you do, it was made by elves." " Ohh!" " Aah!" " Aah!" "Geez!" "You scared me." "Yeah, I think we all just kick-started our day." "[ Sighs ] What are you doing here?" "[ Cellphone chimes ]" "Oh, my tutoring job went late, and the train wasn't running back to my place, so I crashed here." "Hope you don't mind." "No!" "No, of course not." "Matter of fact, um, now that you've broken up with your boyfriend, there's really no reason you can't move back in here." "Actually, there are many reasons, starting with "I have a lease."" "Ah." "I told you I would help you with that." "And you know I..." "I don't like you living in that place alone." "Dad, it's fine." "I can handle it." "I got to go." "I have an early class." "[ Smooches ]" "And we have an early murder." "[ Door opens and closes ]" "Well, it was one thing when she was living there with Pi, but now that she's alone, why not dump the dump and come home?" "[ Chuckling ] Well, maybe she's enjoying her independence." "She doesn't have time for independence." "She's got her tutoring gigs, her classes, her work-study job." "She's exhausted." "Well, Castle, I mean, she's strong-willed." "Maybe it's pride." "If it were pride, she'd be more... well, proud." "No, there's something else..." "Another reason why she's not coming home." "Sito!" "Yeah." "Someone miss a check-out?" "No, he checked out, all right." "Housekeeping found this guy, Justin Marquette, dead in room 147." "His driver's license says he lives nearby." "Single gunshot to the chest?" "One is all it took." "Based on the entry wound, I'd say a small-caliber handgun." "Lividity and liver temp put the time of death between 10:00 P.M. and midnight." "And he wasn't found until morning?" "So how come no one heard the shot?" "All the neighboring rooms are empty." "The manager says that the place is only about 40% occupied." "Did the manager mention him checking in with anyone?" "The room was in his name alone." "Ryan's trying to track down the desk clerk from last night to see if he can get some more details." "There's no sign of forced entry, though." "So either the killer was with him," " or the victim let him in." " Yeah." "It looks like he took a bottle of water from this mini-fridge, turned back around, got shot, and then he took the chair down with him." "There's no luggage." "You said he lives nearby." "What was he doing here?" "I don't know." "I checked his phone." "There was no indication of a meeting." "There was no appointments, calls, or texts in the hours leading up to his death." "Hey." "[ Sighs ]" "Found the desk clerk who checked in Justin Marquette." "Something's up with this guy." "Jane:" "Uh, Mr. Marquette came at about 8:00." "No reservation, which is not unusual." "Jane, tell them about the room." "Well, that was unusual." "He asked to stay in room 147." "In fact, he insisted on it." "Is there anything special about 147?" "No, all our rooms are identical." "That's why it was so strange." "Had he been here before?" "Well, he's not in the system, which means he's never been a guest at any Best Traveler hotel." "Did he mention why he was staying?" "He didn't have to." "Good-looking guy, no bags, checking in for one night?" "In my experience, that means he was here to hook up." "Did he come here with anyone?" "No, but he was texting with someone." "I figured that's who he was meeting." "He texted?" "Are you sure?" "We didn't find any texts on his phone." "I'm positive." "There." "See?" "He's texting." "On a flip phone." "That's not the phone we found." "As far as I can tell, that's the only cellphone registered to Justin Marquette." "So the one we saw in the video must be a second, secret one." "Which the killer took to hide their identity." "So who is this guy, why a second phone, and why room 147?" "I didn't get much from hotel security video." "Coverage is sketchy, and there are no cameras in the hallway outside Justin's room." "Did you get ahold of next of kin?" "Not yet, but I did find out about our victim through his personal website." "He's got his own website?" "Yeah, he was an actor... a struggling one, judging by his credits." ""Justin Marquette"" ""is a member of the Rooster Theater Company"" ""and is currently appearing"" ""in their off-off-off Broadway production"" ""of Chekhov's 'Platonov.'"" "That's a lot of "off" s." "Let's see if anyone down there knows what he was into." "This is the absolute end." "What's going on out there?" "Osip's been lynched by the villagers." "I'm sorry." "This is a closed rehearsal." "NYPD." "I'm detective Beckett." "We're here about Justin Marquette." "What about Justin?" "Is he okay?" "[ Sniffles ]" "We met through the theater company and started dating three months ago." "[ Sniffles ]" "I knew something was wrong when he didn't show up for rehearsal today." "And when was the last time you saw him?" "Yesterday morning at my place." "We, um... we went for a run, and then he showered and left for work." "Where did he work?" "Temp jobs, mostly." "He wasn't getting much recently, but he said that he didn't mind, because... because it gave him more time to spend with me." "Any idea what he would be doing at the Best Traveler Hotel last night?" "No... uh, hotel?" "He was... he was at a hotel?" "[ Sighs ] Look, Laura, I know this is difficult, but is it possible that Justin was seeing someone else?" "What?" "No." "Was he involved in anything dangerous or illegal?" "No, not... not that I know of." "No." "Was there anyone in his life that might have wanted to harm him?" "There was that thing the other day, remember?" "What thing?" "Some crazy woman walked up to him on the street and threatened him." "That's right." "Justin was totally rattled." "He could barely perform that night." " Did he know who she was?" " Mnh-mnh." "And he did not want to talk about it, either." "All he said was that it happened outside a coffee shop on 9th and Mercer." "Thanks." "Hey." "That was the coffee shop." "A barista saw the whole thing go down." "A woman walked up to Justin outside and started yelling at him." " You get a description?" " I did better than that." "The woman's a regular customer." "She's got a loyalty card, and her name's Anita Miller." "I'll send a unit to pick her up." "Great." "Thanks for coming in, Ms. Miller." "I'm detective Beckett." "Uh, I just need to ask you a few questions about..." "Justin Marquette." "So you know him." "I more than know him, detective." "In fact..." "I killed him." "Are you confessing?" "Just give me some paper." "I want to write it all down." "Yeah." "[ Door opens ]" "11 seconds to a confession." "That's got to be your personal best." "[ Laughs ]" "You sound like you're disappointed, Castle." "Well, I am, a little." "I mean, a secret phone, room 147... this case had conspiratorial promise." "Well, most likely Justin was cheating on his girlfriend with Anita, and the two of them met up at the hotel, and that's where things went south." "Yes, well, most likely, that is boring." "Look, not every case has to be shrouded in mystery and intrigue." "Yo." "Uh, we got a problem." "What's wrong?" "Well, I was looking into Anita Miller's whereabouts to try to tie her to the hotel, except her credit-card records show that she was at Le Fagio restaurant last night." "So maybe someone else used her credit card." "Nah." "The manager I.D.'d her." "And he said that she split the bill with another guy, her A.A. sponsor." "I just spoke to him, and he confirmed that they were together from 9:30 P.M. to 12:30 A.M." "But that's our entire time-of-death window." "If that's true, then Anita can't be our killer." "Then why is she confessing?" "Not so boring after all." "Castle 6x16" " Room 147 Original air date February 24, 2014" "So, Anita Miller is confessing to the murder, and she has an alibi." "Yeah, we're still trying to make sense of it, sir." "Is it possible that we misjudged the time of death?" "No." "No, Lanie stands behind her examination." "Okay, then, what about the alibi?" "Esposito verified it with the restaurant." "The manager, the hostess, even the waiter confirmed that Anita was there all evening." "Not only that, but this restaurant is nowhere near the hotel." "Then she couldn't have killed the victim, so find out why she's lying." "It's all there, everything I remember about what I did." "Well, we just wanted to go over this in person, just to clear up any discrepancies." "What discrepancies?" "Well, why don't you just tell us what happened?" "Well, I went to see him in his room." "Which room was that?" "Room 147." "Room 147?" "At the Best Traveler Hotel." "[ Knock on door ] I knocked on the door." "He opened it almost immediately." "Been waiting for you." "Come on in." "Let me get you a water." "He offered me a bottle of water, and then he went to the mini-fridge." "That's when I took out the gun." "He turned around to give me the water, and I..." "I shot him." "I shot him in the chest." "And then what happened?" "He looked surprised." "He staggered back." "He dropped the bottle of water, and he kind of gripped onto the back of this chair." "Then he fell and knocked it over." "That's exactly how we found the crime scene." "She must've been there." "How?" "How is that possible?" "Anita, what was your relationship with Justin Marquette?" "My relationship?" "Were the two of you involved?" "Uh, I don't think so." "Then how did you know him?" "I'm not sure." "If you don't know how you knew him, then why would you kill him?" "I'm an alcoholic." "He was responsible for my drinking." "How was he responsible?" "[ Sighs ] I don't know." "I'm..." "I'm sorry." "I've been really confused lately." "Because of the drinking." "No, I've been sober for four years." "[ Sighs ] I mean, God knows I still struggle, but these last two weeks, they've just been really... blurry." "Do you remember going to dinner with your sponsor last night?" "Was that last night?" "Mm-hmm." "Yes, you're right." "It was." "So, then, when did you go to the hotel and meet Justin?" "I don't remember." "Anita, we have a witness that saw you accost Justin outside of a coffee shop a couple of days ago." " Do you remember that?" " Yes, I do." "Uh, he was talking to this big, bald man." "I had to warn Justin, to tell him he was in danger." " From the bald man." " No, from me." "The moment I saw Justin," "I just had this awful feeling that I was gonna hurt him." "And I did." "All right." "Thanks." "No... no one at the hotel saw Anita last night, and tech can't find her in any of the security-cam footage." "This doesn't make any sense." "She knows details about our crime that only our killer could know." "What about forensics?" "Did CSU come up with anything?" "In a hotel room in New York City?" "[ Groans ] They found all kinds of fun stuff, but nothing that tied Anita back to room 147." "Ryan:" "You know, maybe it's an act, you know, some kind of smokescreen, and she's taking the fall for someone else." "Except she had to have known that we would check her alibi, which completely contradicts her confession." "Hmm." "All right." "Come on." "Hmm?" "Give us one of your theories, bro." " Come on." " And whatever it is, it can't be any crazier than what we're already dealing with." "[ Clears throat ] Okay." "[ Clears throat ] I think..." "I'm man enough to admit I'm completely theory-less." "Maybe Anita suffered some kind of psychotic break." "I've ordered a psych eval, but psychosis doesn't explain how she knew all about the murder." "Or why she killed the guy in the first place." "I double-checked her phone records." "There's not a single call or text between her and Justin Marquette." "It's like they had no history at all." "Okay, why don't you guys go over to her apartment and check everything..." "e-mails, calendars, her diary... and let's see if we can find anything there that'll connect her to our victim." "We're on it." "Detective Beckett, Mr. Castle, good to see you." "Thank you so much for coming in, Dr. Holloway." "I gather you have a patient for me." "Oh, yeah." "Well, we've been through every room in the house." "No gun, no bloody clothes, nothing that links Anita back to that crime scene or to Justin." "Maybe not, but check out her date book." "Some pages have been ripped out, including all of the last two weeks." " Two weeks?" "Wait a minute." " Yeah." " That's how long Anita says she's been feeling "blurry."" " Mm-hmm." "Maybe she kept a calendar on her computer." "[ Mouse clicking ]" "Yeah, looks like she did, but the same two weeks have been erased." "Seems like someone's trying to cover something up." "Yeah, but who?" "And what?" "As much as I love a good mystery, a small part of me is hoping he can give us some clarity on what the hell is going on." "Uh, speaking of clarity, what did you mean when you said that there might be something else that's keeping Alexis from moving back to your loft?" "I don't know!" "And Alexis won't talk about it, so..." "Maybe when Dr. Holloway's done talking to Anita," "I can get him to talk to Alexis." "[ Door opens ]" "Hey." "So, what's the verdict?" "Based on my examination so far," "I find her to be mentally competent, if somewhat disoriented." "By all indications, she seems to be telling the truth." "Meaning she did kill Justin Marquette?" "Or she believes she did, anyway." "And what about the disorientation?" "How do you account for that?" "Could be medical or a neurologic condition, adverse reaction to drugs." "It's possible she experienced a traumatic event which caused some sort of retrograde amnesia." "So, traumatic like killing someone?" "Potentially." "I'm gonna do a full work-up." "I'll know more when the results come back." "Thank you, doctor." "So, Anita Miller believes she killed the victim, but the facts say she couldn't have." "No, not all the facts." "I mean, we know she accosted Justin outside the coffee shop, she confessed to the murder, and she has intimate knowledge of the crime." "So, look." "Clearly, we haven't explained everything, but... but you believe she killed him." "[ Sighs ]" "I think that until something changes, she's our best suspect." "Detective, there's someone here you need to talk to." "This is Sam Carson." "Tell her what you told me." "I want to confess to a murder." "I killed Justin Marquette." "I'd say something just changed." "Yeah, it was me." "Don't get me wrong..." "it's not like I'm proud of it." "Did I hear right?" "Another person has confessed to this murder?" "Yeah, but I just think he's some kind of attention-seeker." "Yeah... so far, the confession is just a rehash of the news report." "Mr. Carson, do you realize that making false statements to the police is a crime?" "I'm telling you the truth." "I killed the guy in his hotel room." "Okay, fine." "What room was that?" "Um..." "[ Sighs ] 147." "It was room 147." "I need you to tell me exactly what happened." "I was in his room, uh..." "No, no." "I need details." "Were you hiding in the closet?" "Did you kick down the door?" "No." "I knocked." "Been waiting for you." "Come on in." "Let me get you a water." "He let me in, offered me a water." "Beckett:" "A water?" "Yeah, like, a bottle." "Then he... he went to the fridge." "That's when I pulled out my gun." "He turned around, and I shot him... right in the chest." "And then what?" "He fell back, grabbed for a chair, knocked it over when he fell down." "Then I left." "Why did you kill him?" "Why?" "Yeah." "'Cause I was angry." "I got anger issues, you know?" "And when I saw him, I was just so filled with rage." "Because he did what to you?" "That's... that's the part I'm not too clear on." "The last..." "last couple of weeks have been just kind of hazy." "How did you know the victim?" "I don't..." "I don't know that I do." "Okay." "[ Inhales sharply ]" "He filled you with rage, and you don't know him?" " Did he contact you?" " I don't remember." "How do you not remember?" "What kind of game are you playing here?" " I'm not playing any game!" " You know what I think you're doing?" "You're trying to sabotage my case!" "You know that no D.A. is going to get a conviction with multiple confessions!" "Multiple confessions?" "Yeah, you and Anita Miller are working together on this." "You're either covering for each other, or you're covering for someone else out there." "Who the hell is Anita Miller?" "You know who she is." "I've never seen that woman before in my life." "I'm telling you, I don't know him." "Are you sure about that?" "Because Sam told us the same story you did, but that he killed Justin." "Well, he's lying." "I killed Justin Marquette." "So, we can't find a link between Sam and Anita, or between either one of them and our victim." "What about Sam's alibi?" "His brother says that he and Sam were at the batting cages all last night." "And based on the security video," "Sam never set foot in the hotel." "They both believe they killed Justin, they both know details about the murder, and they both have similar memory problems." "I mean, they must be connected." "What if their lives intersect, just not in such a... literal sense?" "No." "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'm..." "I'm sorry." "I just..." "I thought that you..." "No, they're psychically linked." "And not just to each other, but to the actual killer." "See, they're seeing 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." "[ Chuckles ]" "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." "[ Cellphone chimes ]" "Who's that?" "Oh, uh, it's nobody." "Nothing." "It's... it's nothing." "Officer:" " Detective?" " Uh..." "We got another one." "Another what?" "I'm Dwight Carruthers, CPA." "I'm here to turn myself in for killing Justin Marquette." "No." "All right." "This is now officially... outstanding." "Hey." "You guys need to see this." "Wait, I..." "I need to confess." "Yeah, take a number." "Once we realized that someone might've gone through Anita's apartment, we had UNIs canvass the area." "Now, one of Anita's neighbors remembers seeing a red van parked outside her place about two weeks ago." "Right when she started feeling disoriented." "Yeah, not only that, we checked in with Sam Carson's neighbors." "Turns out, one of them remembers seeing the same red van parked outside of Carson's house a few nights later." "She remembers it because she thought it looked suspicious." "Did you get a plate number?" "No, but she took a picture with her phone." "Take a look who's behind the wheel." "Is that..." "A big, bald man, just like the one Anita said she saw talking to our victim outside the coffee shop." "So our victim and two suspects do have something in common." "Yeah... him." " So, now there are three of them." " Yes, sir." "But we believe that this man is the key to our case." "His van was seen outside both Anita and Sam's apartments, and Anita I.D.'d him as the guy that was talking to our victim outside the coffee shop." "And what is this man's connection to Mr. Carruthers?" "That's what I'm gonna find out." "I..." "I'm prepared to take full responsibility and admit to what I did." "Yes, I'm sure you are." "Now, do you recognize this man?" "Don't you want to hear my confession?" "Best Traveler Hotel, room 147," "Justin offered you water, and then you shot him." "How... how did you know?" "Beckett?" "Just like the one Anita drew." "Dwight, what does that symbol mean?" "I... uh, uh, I don't..." "I don't know." "It's just been stuck in my head lately." "But what difference does that make?" " I..." "I shot a guy!" " We know." "Now, can you take a close look at these pictures and tell me if you recognize that man?" "Uh... no, but the van looks familiar." "You've seen it before?" "Where?" "Uh, I'm not sure." "I've..." "I've been..." "Confused recently, like the last two weeks?" "Dwight, think." "This is important." "Uh... it... it was last Tuesday..." "a... around noon." "I was coming home from..." "assertiveness training, and... and that van was parked on Houston street outside my apartment." "There are traffic cams on Houston." "They might've caught a plate number." "Um... seriously?" "I killed someone, and all you care about is a van?" "All right." "Techs scrubbed traffic cam footage from last Tuesday on Houston." "They got a hit on our vehicle." "It's registered to a Miles Madsen." "Great." "That's our guy." "So, what do we know about him?" "That he's in the wind..." "uniforms hit his apartment, but the landlord said he hasn't seen Madsen in weeks." "[ Cellphone chimes ] [ Sighs ] Okay, put out an APB." "Find out everything you can about him." "Right now, he's the only link connecting all these people." "Where you going?" "Uh, I've got an errand to run." "Can you tell Castle that I'll be back in an hour?" "Yeah." "Thanks." "Hey." "Hey." "Thanks for meeting with me." "Yeah." "What's so important?" "Um..." "You know that I don't take sides on anything between you and your dad, right?" "Yeah." "I appreciate that." "Okay, well... your dad wants you to move back home." "And I know that you said you have a lease, but you also said that there were other reasons why you didn't want to move back, and I..." "I just..." "I want to make sure that one of those reasons isn't me." "Oh, no." "No, no, it's... it's not you at all." "Are you sure?" "'Cause the last thing I want to do is make you feel unwelcome in your own home." "No, it's... not you, it's me." "All those things my dad said when I was moving out... about me making a mistake moving in with my boyfriend... he was right." "[ Sighs ]" "I can see it so clearly now." "Why didn't I then?" "You were in the love haze." "The love haze?" "It's like a drug!" "It makes intelligent people do stupid things." "Then it clears, and you look around, and you wonder, "what was I thinking?"" "Your dad just wants to help." "It's okay to let him." "Yes, but this was my mistake." "He shouldn't have to pay for it, so I will tutor and do whatever I have to until the lease is up." "Okay." "I get it." "[ Sighs ] Look." "I know what you're doing seems noble, but it's not." "I mean, the long hours, the exhaustion... what you're actually doing is punishing yourself." "Trust me." "I've been there." "This... this isn't necessary." "Your dad loves you." "He worries about you." "I think your penance is paid." "[ Cellphone chimes ]" "[ Sighs ] I'm sorry." "I have to go." "Uh, just think about it, okay?" "I'll see you." "[ Elevator bell dings ]" "Hey, did you guys find Madsen?" "No, but we're getting close." "We figured out that he's an independent contractor for Apollo Pinnacle, Inc." "Ryan:" "Which turns out to be a front for another organization called E.H.I., or Eternal Horizons Institute." "And what is that?" "Well, to quote their website," ""E.H.I. provides sanctuary, enlightenment,"" ""and pathways to the ultimate self."" "They claim to have thousands of followers all over the world." "But not all of them are satisfied customers." "In 2005, three of those followers died in some kind of sweat-lodge initiation." "Charges were filed, but, ultimately, the deaths were ruled accidental." "Followers?" "Initiations?" "This thing sounds like a cult." "Oh, it's a cult, all right, complete with charismatic and sinister leader, brought to you courtesy of this recruitment video." "[ Ethereal music playing ] Hello, and welcome." "My name is Dr. Gustavo Bauer, founder of the Eternal Horizons Institute." "Dr. Gustavo Bauer?" "So, what is he a doctor of?" "Says here he holds a PHD in trans-personal psychology." "From Never-Heard-Of-It University." "...bio-cognitive program to help free you from the negative anchors holding you down so you can soar." "Visit us at one of the Eternal Horizon Institute's many reception centers and take the first step at becoming the person you were truly meant to be." "Wait for it." "That's the symbol that Anita and Dwight were drawing." "Yes, and the boys checked." "Sam's been drawing it, as well." "Okay, so, the three of them must have been a part of whatever the hell this thing is." "That's our connection." "Except we asked each of them." "They all denied being members." "Yeah, but they also said that they killed Justin Marquette, and we know that that's not true, either." "So, where is this E.H.I.?" "Right here in the city..." "Midtown." "This case is exceeding even my lofty expectations." "An impossible murder connected to a shadowy and mysterious cult." "Not to mention prosperous." "This is prime Manhattan real estate." "[ Elevator bell dings ]" "Hi." "We're here to see Dr. Bauer." " I'm..." " Detective Beckett." "Richard Castle." "Welcome to E.H.I." "Dr. Bauer's expecting you." "How?" "We didn't make an appointment." "Dr. Bauer's a brilliant man." "Right this way." "He's just inside." "Yeah, uh..." "No, he's not!" "On the contrary." "Whoa." "[ Chuckling ] That is so..." "Big Brother." "Greetings, detective Beckett, Mr. Castle." "What can I do for you?" "Well, uh, you could start by speaking to us in person." "Regrettably, I'm in Stockholm, conducting a seminar." "Okay." "Well, then... do you know this man, Justin Marquette?" "I'm afraid not." "What about this man, Miles Madsen?" "I understand he works for you." "Mr. Madsen has not been employed by E.H.I. for some time... years, in fact." "Well, what did Mr. Madsen do when he worked for you?" "Since he is no longer in my employ," "I don't see the relevance." "The relevance is that he is connected to a murder investigation." "I'm struck by the level of your hostility, detective." "It's not healthy." "You know what I'm struck by is your total lack of curiosity as to why a homicide detective is asking about your employee." "Former employee." "Well, whatever he is, he is definitely involved in this case, along with three other members of your..." "little group..." "Anita Miller, Sam Carson, Dwight Carruthers." "I'm sorry, detective." "Those people are not part of E.H.I." "Wow." "That's... amazing how you would just know that off the top of your head." "I make a point of meeting every member of my E.H.I. family." "The people you mentioned are not among them." "Well, then, I'm sure you won't mind if we check your files, along with the records that you have on Miles Madsen." "You'd need a warrant for that, detective, and you won't get one." "What's that?" "They're ready." "I'm sorry." "My session is starting." "Jasmine will show you out." "No." "Dr. Bauer, I... uh..." "Right this way." "Bauer was right." "The judge turned us down for a search warrant." "You really think E.H.I.'s grand pooh-bah is behind this?" "I think that he knows where Madsen is and that Madsen is still working for him." "But doing what?" "And what does any of this have to do with a struggling actor like Justin Marquette?" " Huh." " "Huh" what?" "Uh, the E.H.I. website... the testimonials claim that they have programs that help people quit smoking, quit drinking, uh, take charge of their lives." "So?" "So, all three of our confessors have had problems in their lives... uh, alcoholism, anger management, assertiveness issues... all things that they could've gone through E.H.I. to treat." "But they all claim that they didn't." "But what if they did?" "What if they did, but something made E.H.I. want to eliminate any record of their involvement?" "Torn date-book pages, wiped calendars." "Maybe that's why Madsen went to their apartments... to erase any trace of their connection to E.H.I." "Castle, you can't just do that by wiping out calendars." "You'd have to... wipe memories." "Think about it." "The fogginess, the confusion over the last two weeks." "So y... you're saying that a glorified self-help group can erase people's memories?" "How?" "With drugs." "Anita Miller's tests came back." "Found unusual levels of a Propranolol derivative in her system, so I tested Mr. Carson and Mr. Carruthers." "It was in their blood, as well." "Propranolol?" "In small doses, it's mainly a blood-pressure drug." "In high doses, it's been found to alter memories, even eliminate them." "If it can alter memories, could it make someone believe they had done something they actually hadn't?" "Under normal circumstances, the human brain is very suggestible." "Combined with a drug like this, I'd say it's entirely possible." "[ Cellphone rings ]" " Excuse me." " Yeah." "Outstanding." "This is straight out of "Inception."" "Someone planted the memory of the murder in all three of their heads, while erasing any knowledge of their connection to E.H.I." "Castle, do you have any idea how insane that sounds?" "It's a diabolical plan." "Have three suspects confess to the same crime, making it impossible for the police to arrest anyone." "But none of this explains how they all knew the details of the murder without actually being there." "Maybe... they were there, just... not in person." "What if Justin's killer filmed the murder and then showed it to these people while they were in their drug-induced state?" "They would think the images were drawn from their own experience." "If they were shown the actual murder, then that makes all three of them witnesses." "With details of the crime that could lead to our real killer." "I'm telling you, I pulled the trigger myself." "So did I." "Look, I understand that it seems real to you, but it may not be." "But why would somebody do this to us?" "To get away with murder." "We just need you to tell us everything you "remember"" "about being in that hotel room, down to the last overheard whisper or... or glimpse of a shadow in a mirror." "Now, keep in mind that what seems like a minor detail to you may actually be the key to us solving this case." "So, let's start with Anita." "The first thing I remember is knocking on the door of 147." "After a few seconds, Justin opened it." "He smiled flirtatiously, and... okay, he did not flirt with me." "No, he was businesslike." "And, uh, what did you see when you went in the room?" "I remember the carpet." "It was beige." "The wallpaper had a subtle floral pattern, and there was a painting above the fridge." "I..." "I think it was a landscape." "Yeah, of a countryside." "And when he pulled out the bottle of water from the fridge," "I remember there were six other bottles in the fridge door there." "No, there were five." "I remember that clear as day." "Nuh-unh." "There were six." "I remember five, too." "See?" "I know what I saw." "[ Chuckles ] You saw wrong." " There were five." " He saw five." "I saw five." "You saw what?" "Castle, if they can't agree on the details, then I don't think we're gonna learn anything here." "Au contraire." "We've already learned something very, very important." "Come with me." "Where we going?" "Back to the hotel." "You guys are clearly lying, okay?" "I..." "Come on, Castle." "Could you just 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 the several people who shot me." "I'm starting to feel the urge." "I go to get you a bottle of water, and... tell me how many bottles do you see in the fridge?" "None." "The door's blocking it." "Exactly." "Which means Anita, Sam, or Dwight couldn't have seen it, either." "Whatever they saw..." "It didn't happen in this room!" "Okay, if they didn't witness the actual murder, then what did they see?" "Something that happened at another Best Traveler Hotel i... in another room 147." "We checked other branches in the area." "Now, three weeks ago, the Best Traveler in Long Island City rented an entire floor, including room 147, to E.H.I." "Their room 147 is identical to the one where we found our victim." "Except that fridge opens exactly like our witnesses described it." "What was E.H.I. doing there?" "They told the hotel it was some kind of member event." "But they brought their own security, and they kept hotel staff off the floor for hours." "Something happened that day, something connected to Justin's murder, that E.H.I. wants everyone to forget." "[ Knock on door ]" "I got something." "All right, so I was going through surveillance footage of the Best Traveler Inn in Long Island City." "I wanted to see if any of our three confessors did attend that E.H.I. event." "And...?" "No sign of them, but I did see this." " That's our victim." " And look who he's with." "Dr. Bauer lied to us." "He did know Justin." "We got enough for a warrant now?" "[ Police radio chatter ]" "Please, you can't take those files!" "Really?" "That's not what my warrant says." "Now, where's Dr. Bauer?" "I told you, he's in Stockholm!" "Where in Stockholm?" "What hotel?" "I don't know!" "He didn't leave a contact number!" "Detective, I traced the signal from Bauer's video conference with detective Beckett." "So where in Stockholm is he?" "That's the thing." "The signal was routed through Stockholm, but it looks like it originated from a local I.P. address." "Local, as in Manhattan?" "As in inside this building." "Where?" "[ Scoffs quietly ]" "You can't go back there!" "This... this area's restricted!" "That one." "Don't move!" "So this is Stockholm." "All right." "Yes." "I knew him." "But I know nothing about his death." "And yet you were shredding files, files on Anita, Sam, Dwight, Madsen... all people connected with this case." "What happened that day?" "Why were you there with Justin?" "All we did was make a film." "A film?" "I didn't kill Justin." "I hired him as an actor." "[ Sighs ]" "[ Knock on door ]" "It was part of our image therapy pilot program." "Been waiting for you." "Come on in." "Let me get you a water." "[ Mini-fridge door opens ]" "[ Pop ] Bang." "[ Groans ] The viewer was supposed to project their problems on a person... in this case, Justin." "That's why Anita blamed him for her drinking, and... and why he was the focus of Sam's anger issues." "I knew it." "You were implanting memories." "No!" "No, it was supposed to help them take control of their problems by literally shooting them dead." "We... we made two versions, one for women and another for men." "For the therapy to work, we had to put subjects in a chemically induced suggestive state while showing them this footage, uh, but it was just too real." "They began to internalize the experience." "And then they... they started to believe they'd actually killed Justin." "We... we halted the program immediately." "But the damage was already done." "They threatened to sue." "They said we were using them as Guinea pigs." "Which you were." "We tried to help them." "We brought them back for one final session to... correct the problem." "And by correcting, you mean dosing them with Propranolol so that they would forget they ever visited E.H.I.?" "We were just trying to help people." "Is that why you sent madsen after Justin... to "help" him?" "Madsen only talked with Justin to remind him of the confidentiality agreement that prohibited him from talking about the program." "We knew nothing about his murder." "And yet his death was staged to mirror that video exactly." "Why would we do that when we were just trying to make this go away?" "No, no, no, no, no." "Someone's targeting us, someone who knew about that tape and knew they could use it against us." "Uh, uh, one of the other test subjects, someone on the crew." "I'm gonna need a list of all of the people that knew about that video." "Pam:" "Be sure not to step any further downstage, or the backdrop will smack you in the head when it flies in." "[ Chuckles ] Roger that." "Detective Beckett." "Do you have news about Justin's case?" "We do." "We now believe that Justin was killed because of a video that he acted in." "A video?" "It was made for an organization called E.H.I., and it just so happens it was edited by Kahn Post Production." "Eddie:" "Kahn Post?" "Pam, isn't that where your day job is?" "Yeah, but I don't know about any video." "We think you do." "And when you saw the video, you saw an opportunity." "Pam, we checked your credit card." "We know that you just bought a flip phone." "So?" "So just before Justin died, he was texting someone on a flip phone, presumably his killer." "Beckett:" "When we looked into the phone records, there were texts supposedly from E.H.I. to Justin, offering him $5,000 to reprise his role in that video." "I'm betting that you gave Justin that phone, probably told him someone from E.H.I. dropped by, wanted him to have it." "But it wasn't E.H.I. that sent those texts." "It was you." "You lured him to that hotel, and then you killed him." "Wait." "This is crazy." "[ Chuckles ]" "Justin was my friend." "Why would I do that?" "We checked your background, Pam." "One of the men that was killed in that E.H.I. sweat-lodge initiation was Alan Clark... your brother." "E.H.I. was to blame, but no one was held accountable." "His death was ruled accidental." "And when you watched that video, you realized you had the perfect chance to take them down." "But you knew that you needed Justin in order to pull it off, so you found a way to get close to him." "Oh, my God." "That's why you joined our theater company." "Pam, what did you do?" "You don't understand." "I had to do it..." "for Alan, for the others." "Those monsters had to be stopped." "By killing an innocent man?" "Justin was not innocent." "He was one of them." "He was just an actor, hired for the day." "Then why did he stonewall me when I tried to talk to him about it?" "!" "They are all accountable!" "Somebody had to stop them!" "Somebody had to show the world what they really are!" "Pam, turn around." "You're under arrest." "[ Handcuffs clicking ]" "Carson:" "So all of this was about revenge?" "Yeah, and, unfortunately, you just got caught in the middle." "What about Dr. Bauer?" "E.H.I. has been shut down, effective immediately, and the FBI is launching a full-scale investigation." "And the guy in the red van, the one who drugged us?" "Border patrol caught him trying to cross into Canada." "He's being extradited back here now." "Carruthers:" "What I don't understand is what made us come in when we did, all on the same day." "Dr. Holloway figures it was some kind of trigger." "Maybe you read an article on the murder or you saw something on TV." "Yeah, but whatever it was, it's over now." "You're all free to go." "Dwight, are you okay?" "Uh, it's... it's nothing." "No, what?" "I just never got to confess." "Well, if it makes you feel better, I'll hear it." "Yeah." "Me, too." "Come on." "I'll buy us all a slice." "Okay, uh..." "[ Chuckles ]" "So, I..." "I walk up to room 147, knock on the door..." "If I have to hear that confession one more time," "I'm gonna shoot somebody." "Here's a little something to help you forget." "[ Chuckles ] It's okay, Castle." "You know I like the weird ones." "Mmm." "It's interesting how malleable the human mind is." "I mean, all those people wanted was a little help." "But instead, they became Guinea pigs, all because they turned to the wrong person for answers." "Yeah, well, sometimes it's hard to know who the right person is." "After all, it took you three tries." "True, but I figured it out, and you didn't even have to drug me." "How do you know what I do to you when you're sleeping?" "Whoa." "Well, whatever it is, wake me up for it next time." "[ Chuckles ] [ Knock on door ]" "Excuse me." "Alexis." "What's going on?" "Dad..." "[Sighs] can I come home?" "Come here." "[ Chuckles ]"