"There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people:" "Psychopaths and mystery writers." "I'm the kind that pays better." "Who am I?" "I'm Rick Castle." "Castle." "Castle." "I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?" "Every writer needs inspiration." "And I found mine." "Detective Kate Beckett." "Beckett." "Aah!" "Beckett?" "Could you get some backup, please?" "And thanks to my friendship with the Mayor," "I get to be on her case." "Oh!" "Do I look like a killer to you?" "Yes, you kill my patience." "And together, we catch killers." "I hate this case." "I know." "Isn't it great?" "Where'd he go?" "!" "I lost him." "I think he went through here!" "Castle, down on the ground, now!" "Come on." "Are you guys re-enacting the humpty dumpty crime scene?" "It's the autumnal equinox today." "Yeah, and according to Mr. Wizard there, it's the only time of year you can balance an egg on its tip." "Don't you guys have work to do?" "Nah." "No, not really." "Hmm." "Well, now you do." "By the way, that whole thing with the egg is just urban legend." "Not true." "I saw Castle do it last year." "What's wrong with you?" "Still no word from him?" "No." "Maybe you should call him." "He said that he would be back the fall, and it's fall, so clearly, he has better things to do." "Maybe he's not back from the Hamptons yet." "Maybe he's still working on his book." "Beckett." "Yeah." "I need you people to move back, please." "Ma'am, please get back." "Ooh." "Speaking of humpty dumpty." "Maybe somebody tried to stand her up on her head." "After all, it is the autumnal equinox." "It wasn't the fall that killed her." "More like multiple gunshot wounds to the torso before doing a Greg Louganis out that window up there." "Victim's name is Chloe Whitman." "Couple of pedestrians heard shots and saw the body fall out the window, but when uniforms got here, the apartment was empty." "There's no doorman on duty, so, so far, no one recalls seeing anyone flee the scene." "All right, have uniforms start knocking on doors." "Find out what else our neighbors didn't see." "Hey, it's Castle." "Guess he did finish that book." "Nice of him to send us a copy." "It looks like he's back in town." "Nice of him to call." "All right, guys." "You can stop pining for your girlfriend." "After all, we got a body full of holes." "So what else do we know about our victim?" "She's got a boyfriend." "Evan Murphy." "He's on his way." "Okay, let's go upstairs and see what else we can find." "He really is ruggedly handsome." "Mm." "From the spatter pattern, she was backing away from the door." "After the first bullet hits her, she tries to get away." "Got nowhere to go but out the window." "So large caliber gun." "Round goes through her and breaks the glass." "She goes diving out." "Looks like she was leaving town." "Well, it wasn't a robbery." "Would you check these items for fibers and prints?" "If we're lucky, there was a struggle." "Sure." "We'll take care of it." "Beckett, Chloe's boyfriend Evan is here." "So someone just came here and shot her for no reason?" "Well, usually, in cases like these, there is a reason." "How long had you and Ms. Whitman been dating?" "About six months." "And was there anyone in her life with violent tendencies, maybe anyone that she had disputes with?" "No." "No, she..." "The worst thing I ever saw her do was jaywalk." "What did she do for a living?" "She's a teacher." "She was a teacher." "They all loved her." "Were you expecting her over tonight?" "No." "Why?" "Well, she packed an overnight bag." "That-- that doesn't make sense." "She--she has class tomorrow." "She wouldn't just leave without saying anything." "Excuse me." "Victim had it in her hand." "It was in her fingers so tight," "I almost didn't see it." "This is an address in Tribeca." "Could be where she was going." "Only one way to find out." "The address is registered to a Maya Santori." "32." "She's clean." "No priors." "417?" "Yeah." "Yeah, right there." "It's open." "NYPD!" "NYPD!" "Let me see your hands." "Drop it, now!" "Gun!" "No!" "Whoa!" "Castle?" "Beckett?" "What are you doing here?" "I... uh..." "Down!" "Down!" "Put it down!" "Drop that gun now!" "Drop the gun, stupid!" "Drop the gun!" "Yeah, no, no, it's okay." "Drop it, slimebag!" "Whoa." "Okay, guys, easy." "It's not what it looks like." "It never is." "Turn around." "Castle, turn around." "Richard Castle, you're under arrest for murder." "âª Castle 3x01 âª A Deadly Affair Original air date on September 20, 2010" "Something's different." "Did you remodel?" "You've been informed of your rights, Mr. Castle?" "Really?" "You're not even gonna ask me how my summer was?" "You are aware that you're under arrest for murder?" "I thought you were being rough with the cuffs just for fun." "You look good." "You look good, too." "Yeah?" "For murder." "Why are you so mad at me?" "Maybe because you were found standing over a dead body with a gun in your hand." "Yeah, but I told you, she was dead when I got there." "Why didn't you call?" "I was going to call you." "But then you showed up before I could." "Really?" "Well, then why did we find you in our victim's apartment?" "Well, because she called me." "Oh, so you and Ms. Santori were in a relationship." "Well, I wouldn't say it was a relationship." "I bought a couple of sculptures from her." "Were you sleeping with her?" "How is that relevant?" "Motive." "Ah." "No, I wasn't sleeping with her." "Are you sure?" "Beautiful woman" "I'm in a relationship." "With whom?" "Is that a new lipstick?" "Castle." "You know with whom." "How should I know?" "I haven't seen you in months." "You could've been in dozens of relationships with women since then." "You sound jealous." "Jealous of you dating your second ex-wife and publisher?" "Tell me, does she make you do everything on a deadline?" "So how about you?" "You still with that, uh, cop boyfriend of yours?" "What was his name again-- Demming?" "You broke up?" "This victim that called you, what was it about?" "She said she was in trouble and she couldn't go to the police." "So why did she call you?" "Because Maya knew I had a relationship with you--ooh." "With the NYPD." "She thought I could help." "Help how?" "Well, she didn't say." "She just told me to come over." "When I got the, the door was open." "The place was trashed." "She was dead on the bed, and there was a gun on the floor." "So you, being the expert veteran of dozens of crime scenes, decided to pick up the murder weapon to, what, ensure that we had your prints?" "Maybe you missed the part where I said she was shot dead." "When I heard the noises coming from the next room," "I thought whoever killed her was coming back." "So I picked up the gun to defend myself." "It seemed like a very good idea at the time." "That's when you," "Esposito and Annie Oakley come bursting through the door." "Annie Oakley?" "Detective Esposito was responding" "I am not a threat..." "I kinda almost shot Castle." "What?" "He had a gun." "Shoulda let you shoot him." "It would've served him right for not calling." "We should be at the crime scene looking for clues." "So tell me, why should I believe you, considering that you pretty much make up stories for a living?" "Because you know me." "Do you know her?" "Chloe Whitman." "She was shot to death." "Your friend's address was found in her hands after she was killed." "Another murder?" "What's their connection?" "I don't know." "You were the one with the gun." "You tell me." "Beckett, a word." "Hey, Captain." "How's it going?" "What?" "You, too?" "Real-- come on, guys." "C.S.U. recovered the slugs from Maya Santori and Chloe Whitman's place." "The gun was a .45." "Castle was holding a .38." "So it must have belonged to the victim for self-defense, which means that Castle was telling the truth." "But I'd be happy to hold him if you like." "You're free to go." "Well, that's it?" "Bullets don't match your gun." "You're off the hook." "I'm--ooh!" "So what's our next move?" "There isn't one, at least not for you." "You're going home." "Whoa, whoa, whoa two victims, one of 'em an acquaintance of mine, and you're sending me home?" "You're a witness, Castle." "I can't have you involved." "I'm already involved." "Castle, go home." "Go back to your Hamptons, your ex-wife, your book parties." "Okay?" "I've got work to do." "What did I do?" "Darling!" "Hello!" "Oh, you must see this video." "It's absolutely..." "Charming." "A penguin smacks another penguin into an ice hole." "I'll show you." "Ah, maybe later." "Oh, you look as if someone smacked you into an ice hole." "I stopped by the precinct." "I thought you weren't going back till after the book tour." "Yeah, well, fate intervened." "Someone I know was murdered today." "Oh, lord." "Dad, that's awful." "Who?" "Maya." "The woman who made that sculpture for me." "Any leads?" "No, not yet." "So how is everyone?" "Beckett have a nice summer?" "Yeah, everyone's fine." "Now why don't I believe you?" "Aren't you with Chet on Tuesdays?" "Oh!" "That was never set in stone." "Besides, Alexis is in crisis." "The young man from the summer program still hasn't called her." "Despite the fact he said we'd talk when he got back from Europe, which he already did." "Well, if you knew he was back, why don't you just call him?" "He's the one who went away." "I mean, if he still cared, he would've called." "Maybe he was going to, but he didn't know how you'd feel about it." "Maybe he was worried that something had changed while he was away." "Oh, Richard Castle, that is the stupidest thing I ever heard." "Have I taught you nothing about relationships?" "You're a shining example." "Just how big a deal is this anyway?" "I don't know if I even want to see him anymore." "Oh, come on." "You're not even giving him a chance." "Why are you siding with him?" "I'm not." "I ju-- maybe he'll do something that will make it right." "Maybe he'll just-- maybe he'll surprise you." "Maybe he missed his chance." "If you ask me, you shoulda locked him up just outta spite." "No, that'd be unethical..." "Making the people down in holding deal with him." "True." "Hey." "Whoa." "So... ballistics ran a comparison of the slugs from the two murders." "They're from the same gun." "Anything on the canvass?" "Well, we showed Chloe's photos to Maya's friends and neighbors." "They don't recognize her." "And Chloe's boyfriend and her colleagues from her prep school, they don't know Maya either." "Okay, so we've got..." "A High School chemistry teacher and a sculptor who live on two different sides of town and by all accounts, run in completely different circles." "They're both killed on the same day and by the same person." "There lives must intersect somehow." "All right, run phones and financials." "Let's see if anything pops." "On it." "I'm gonna go and see Lanie and see if she's found anything." "Ryan!" "Hey, L.T." "Hey, Castle." "Back on the beat." "Yeah, looking that way." "Is, uh, Beckett here?" "Finished her sweep about an hour ago." "Did she find anything?" "Nothing useful." "Mind if I take a look around?" "Hey, brother." "Yeah." "Looks like you missed one." "Okay." "Hey." "Hey I hear you made an interesting arrest today." "You want to talk about it?" "No." "Okay." "Keep holding that stuff in." "You gon' get an ulcer." "Anything unusual?" "You mean besides the gunshots?" "Yeah, I'm looking for anything that will connect these two victims." "They both had tattoos." "Everyone has tattoos." "Chloe Whitman, our jumper, has a Rose." "And Ms. Santori has a mermaid..." "On her back." "Looking at the work, it could be the same tattoo artist." "Anything else?" "It may be nothing, but I found this on Ms. Whitman's hand." ""2-2-7 could be an apartment number, gym locker code, and looking how faded it is," "I'd say she wrote it about a week ago." "Okay." "Oh, and I found these in Ms. Santori's pockets." "Cab receipts?" "Dated today, just a few hours before she was killed." "Okay, I'll call up the cab company, see if we can retrace her whereabouts." "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" "Positive!" "Beckett." "Yo." "We just got the phone records back on our vics." "Turns out they did have a connection." "They both received phone calls from the same number within hours of their deaths." "Were you able to run it down?" "Yeah, it traced back to a Todd McCutchin." "He's got priors including robbery and domestic assault." "You got an address?" "Yeah, we got an address." "Let me see your hands!" "I said let me see your h" "Oh, hi." "I can explain." "Turn around." "Oh, would you just listen to me, please?" "Why?" "You don't listen to me." "Look, I was doing some digging around on my own." "That's not a crime, is it?" "No, but criminal trespassing is, and so is murder." "I was just trying to help." "I don't need your help." "How did you get here anyway?" "I was following up a lead, same as you." "Oh, really?" "So you subpoenaed the victims' phone records and looked for commonalities?" "No, not exactly." "Then what?" "Ow!" "Okay!" "I star-6-9'ed." "I star-6-9'ed." "You star-69'ed?" "Yes, on Maya's phone." "I figured it would give me her last call." "It rang up McCutchin here." "I got his name from his voice mail, and then I did a Web search." "Tell me you're not impressed." "You went to an active crime scene without authorization." "Uh..." "Yeah." "But I wore gloves." "Yo, Beckett." "His body's cold." "He's been dead for hours." "See?" "I didn't kill him." "Slugs?" "We'll have to run ballistics, but the entry wounds are the same size as our other vics." "Odd." "What?" "Well, the guy's in vending machines." "Not an obvious choice to be running around with an artist and a prep school teacher." "Hmm." "Okay, so let's get C.S.U. down here to look for fibers and prints." "And have them start looking for commonalities between the three crime scenes." "Let's start digging into their lives." "If they were on the same dating site, I want to know." "If they were in the same 12-step program, I want to know." "How can I help?" "Look, Castle, I'm sorry about your friend." "I really am, but that doesn't mean that you can just show up and act like nothing has happened." "The truth is, is if you wanted to come back, you would've already, but you didn't." "So let's just face it." "The only reason that you're here right now is because you were at the wrong place at the wrong time." "You ever stop and think, maybe I was waiting to hear from you?" "Do you know what these bodies are?" "A sign." "A sign?" "A sign." "A sign from the universe telling us we need to solve this case together." "You don't want to let the universe down, do you?" "You're not gonna go away no matter what I do, are you?" "I respect the universe." "Okay." "Fine." "I will let you join me on this one case as long as you promise to do what I say when I say it and not to do any investigating on your own." "I promise." "You won't regret this." "I already do." "Starting now." "What is it about the refrigerator?" "Is it the cold, the light or the combination of the two?" "I can't sleep." "Ah, the boy." "He finally called." "Great." "I didn't answer." "Why not?" "I was mad." "I thought he'd leave a message, but he didn't." "So now what do I do?" "He knows I know he called." "But if call back right away, then clearly I'm admitting I was waiting for his call." "How long do I need to wait to call him back, a day, at least a day, maybe two?" "Maybe you should get a new boyfriend and start over." "You're not very good at this, are you?" "Apparently not." "Anything?" "Uh, we tracked down Todd McCutchin's fiancÃ©e." "She's on her way." "You find anything in their background checks?" "Well, we went as far back as grade school, and nothing has popped yet." "Hmm." "Maybe they're top CIA agents targeted for termination, huh?" "CIA's a popular theory with you." "Yes, well, law of averages demands that I'll eventually be right." "I've forgotten how helpful your insights can be." "Oh, yeah?" "I bet I figure out how they're connected before you do." "All right." "You're on." "But if I win, you have to promise to go away and never interfere with any of my cases again." "Fine." "And if I win..." "You have to take me back as your partner." "Deal." "What if they figure it out first?" "Nah." "Nah." "What are you two talking about?" "Castle was just apologizing for not calling." "So what'd you guys find?" "Forensics that blood smear that Castle found in Maya's apartment-- it's a match to Todd McCutchin's." "And C.S.U. found some of McCutchin's blood on Maya's shoe." "Which means that your friend was at his place either during or after the murder." "Ran down those cab receipts from her pocket." "According to the taxi company, they picked her up outside McCutchin's apartment yesterday morning, took her somewhere in the Bowery." "The Bowery?" "Yeah." "Then 20 minutes later, they picked her up and they dropped her off at home." "It was just after that that she called me." "Beckett, McCutchin's fiancÃ©e is here." "I'm sorry." "I've never seen them before." "Are you sure?" "Your fiancÃ© had a record." "Is it possible he was involved in... uh, anything illegal?" "Todd was a good man." "I know he did some bad things in the past, but..." "He got himself his own business." "He was totally legit now." "Only..." "Only what?" "A couple months ago, Todd hurt his back and couldn't work." "The bank wanted to take away his business, so..." "He borrowed some money from a guy in the neighborhood." "This guy..." "He's no good." "Did he threaten Todd?" "Todd was making payments, but he fell behind." "A couple weeks back, the man came to the house with a gun." "He said he was gonna kill Todd if he didn't pay back what he owed." "I loaned him money." "15 g's." "So what?" "Mr. Carbino, we have a witness who says that you threatened to kill him." "So?" "So now he's dead." "Yeah, I could see that." "Look, Detective, first off, 15 g's is not an amount of money worth killing for." "Not unless you've exhausted other avenues, to which I had not." "And secondly, and more to the point, your boy here, he paid me back the entire sum plus interest." "Do you really expect me to believe that?" "No, I don't, sweetheart." "But that don't mean it ain't true." "His alibi checks." "He was in Jersey all day yesterday shopping at Short Hills with the missus." "Wow, lucky girl." "Doesn't mean he didn't do it." "He coulda hired someone." "Yeah, to kill McCutchin, but why Maya and Chloe?" "Maybe they witnessed the hit." "Maybe they cosigned the loan." "Do we have McCutchin's financials?" "Yeah, they should all be up shortly." "Why?" "Uh, well, Carbino said that, uh," "McCutchin paid off his debt in full plus interest." "I was just thinking, that's a lot of money..." "For a guy in the vending machine business." "And I thought, maybe, where did that money come from?" "You know, all of McCutchin's accounts were overdrawn?" "And then suddenly, 2 weeks ago, $9,500 appears in his savings." "Two weeks ago?" "Yeah." "On the, uh, the 7th." "There was a deposit made in Maya Santori's account on the 7th for the same amount." "What about Chloe Whitman?" "$9,500 deposited on the 7th." "Which means they were all receiving money from the same source." "And spending it in the same place." "Both Maya Santori and Chloe Whitman had charges on their credit card for a place called K.C.B.C.-- both of them on the 9th and the 16th," "both of them small amounts, less than 20 bucks." "Same thing with McCutchin." "The restaurant where they met?" "All right, call up the bank." "Let's see if they can help us track who made those deposits." "And I'd like to contact the credit card company to find out what this K.C.B.C. is." "On it." "Don't think that this means that you won the bet." "All we know is that they are connected." "We still don't know how." "I missed you, too." "Hey." "Bad news." "According to the banks, our victims' deposits were made in cash." "There's no way to trace the payments." "And since the deposits were less than $10,000, there was no report made to the I.R.S. Which means that our victims were most likely involved in something illegal." "Just so you know, I got that from "Shot to Death."" "So?" "So..." "What illegal activity involves vending machines, an artist and a High School teacher?" "I know." "Even the stuff I'm making up in my head doesn't make sense." "the credit card companies." "I talked to the credit card companies." "K.C.B.C. bills through an Internet card processing service." "There's no address on file." "We can't even track it down?" "I didn't say that." "There's no address on file, but they do register the I.S.P." "of every swiped card transaction that goes through." "So I had tech track it down." "Whoever ran those charges did it from this address." "I got this." "Castle, road trip." "Uh, thank you." "You sure this is the place?" "As sure as you are." "This doesn't look like a credit card kind of place." "This looks more like a "get shot and robbed" kind of place." "There's..." "What are you doing?" "That was the number on Chloe's hand." "Ooh!" "She was here." "âª you give me fever âª" "âª In the morning âª âª what a lovely way to burn âª âª you give me fever âª âª fever, fever, fever, fever, fever âª" "âª you give me fever âª âª never know how much I love you âª âª never know how much I care âª âª when you put your arms around me âª" "âª I get a fever that's so hard to bear âª âª you give me fever âª" "This place--it's like the circus with alcohol." "How have I never been here before?" "You think this is crazy, you should see some of the clubs I've been to." "âª âª yeah, you give me fever âª" "What can I get you?" "Information." "Do you recognize these people?" "âª" "They're part of Kitty's burlesque troupe." "Kitty's troupe" "Kitty Canary." "She runs the place." "And where can I find this this Kitty?" "âª âª you give me fever âª" "âª" "They're really dead?" "I'm afraid so." "Your bartender said that they were a part of your troupe." "Chloe would dance from time to time." "Todd had a snake act." "What about Maya?" "She was more of a patron." "She came for inspiration." "Hey, I just heard." "Detective, this is my husband Earl." "He runs the burlesque with me." "Do you know what happened?" "We're looking into it." "Right now, the only connection that we can find is this club." "Well, you don't think someone here killed them?" "How well did you know them?" "They were work friends." "You know, "hi, how are you?"" "Although Maya and Chloe did come to the shop once to get tattoos." "My day job." "Did the three of them spend a lot of time together?" "No more so than anybody else." "Did they spend a lot of time with anyone else here?" "Not that I noticed." "Do you have a mailing list of your regulars?" "Yes." "I can get a copy if you want." "Yes, and I'll also need a list of all of your employees and any other members of your troupe." "Of course." "Can you think of any other connection between the three of them?" "Well, there w-- there was the incident." "âª" "A couple of weeks ago, Chloe's boyfriend came around." "Apparently, he didn't like her dancing here." "He got a little rough." "Both Maya and Todd intervened." "Evan was drunk, yelling all kinds of crazy stuff." "What kind of stuff?" ""I know what you're doing." "I know all about it."" "I guess he thought she was screwing someone else." "Okay, so I followed Chloe to the club that night, but only because she was acting weird, secretive, and I thought she was seeing another guy." "Mr. Murphy, why didn't you tell us this before?" "That I'd been fighting with my girlfriend, that I'd threatened her?" "I know how cops work." "And when you found out about the other victims, that they were all there at the club?" "I didn't kill her." "I didn't kill any of them." "What would you have done?" "I would try to help find her killer." "But if I had told you then what you know now, would you have looked any further than me?" "Mr. Murphy, the money in Chloe's account, where did it come from?" "What money?" "So he admits to the fights and the threats, but he claims not to know anything about the money..." "Or how our victims are connected other than the events of that night." "Do you believe him?" "It doesn't matter what I believe." "He's a viable suspect." "Hey, Ryan." "I need you to get a search warrant for Evan Murphy's place." "And, Esposito, how are things going over there?" "We ran the club's mailing list for people with priors." "These are the ones that have popped so far." "All right, run 'em for any connections with our vics." "Right on." "What?" "I've seen this guy's face." "That's the same guy." "Maya knew him." ""Xander Doyle."" "Weapons charges, conspiracy to distribute, and apparently, he lives in the Bowery." "How much you want to bet Maya was on her way to see him after McCutchin's murder?" "Yeah, sure." "I knew Maya." "I met her at the club a few months back." "And what was the nature of your relationship?" "She said she liked the way I looked." "You know how it goes." "When was the last time you saw her?" "Mr. Doyle, we have evidence that indicates that Maya came to see you the day she died." "Look, she said she was in trouble." "She needed my help." "What kind of trouble?" "She wouldn't say." "Someone must have been after her." "And why would you say that?" "'Cause the reason she came to see me is, she wanted to borrow a gun." "That's why she was armed." "She saw what happened to McCutchin." "She figured she'd be next." "Mr. Doyle, did Maya give you any indication as to what she might have been involved in?" "No." "If I was a betting man..." "I ran into Maya a few weeks ago on the street." "She gave me a hug." "I could smell it." "You could smell what?" "That sick smell--paint thinner, acetone, bleach." "I got a buddy who smells like that." "You know what he does?" "He makes meth." "It's so obvious." "I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner." "Do you really think it was meth?" "It's the only thing that makes any sense." "All of our victims were struggling financially." "One night after the club closes, they're all together talking about their money woes until our High School chemistry teacher cracks a smile and says, "well, we could always make meth."" "But the others don't laugh." "They say, "yeah, we could make meth."" "Just like that cable show." "I'm telling you, it's drugs." "It's not drugs." "Are you sure?" "Yes, and your guy was right about the chemicals." "I found trace amounts of bleach, acetone, sodium chloride and ammonia on all three bodies." "So how can you tell it's not drugs?" "Because of what's missing." "If your guys had been cooking up meth or any other street-lab drugs, there would be other substances present, not to mention the trace amounts of the finished product." "That being said, they definitely were up to something." "Hmm." "Beckett." "Hey, it's Ryan." "That search warrant on Evan Murphy's place?" "It paid off." "We found the murder weapon." "I swear to God, I've never seen that before in my life." "Then what was it doing in your place?" "I don't know!" "What really happened the night that you followed Chloe to the club?" "I told you, we fought." "About what?" "And do not say the affair." "What were the four of you into?" "Evan, what's the connection?" "Why did you kill them?" "I want a lawyer." "I'm not saying anything else without a lawyer." "P.D.'s office has been notified." "They're sending someone over." "Okay, notify the D.A. Maybe they can cut us a deal and help us figure out what was really going on." "I know that look." "What look?" "That "something doesn't add up" look." "It's just the lab report on the murder weapon." "What about it?" "They didn't find any fingerprints." "He probably wiped it down." "Why would he wipe it down if he was gonna hang on to it?" "Maybe he was going to ditch it but didn't get around to it." "Mm." "Ditching it would be the first thing that he would do." "Maybe he thought he still needed it." "To kill someone else?" "Or protect himself." "Hey, yo, Beckett." "Financials came back on your boy Evan." "There's no unusual activity." "Maybe that was his motive." "Whatever it was they were up to, he didn't get his cut." "But what was his cut?" "I mean, what the hell were they into?" "It's like a bad joke-- a sculptor, a vending machine salesman and a chemistry teacher walk into a burlesque bar." "Yeah, only we don't have a punch line." "Other than they made a bunch of money and got themselves killed." ""Made a bunch of money."" "What?" "A sculptor who works with metal, a chemist..." "And a vending machine operator..." "I think I know what our victims were up to." "Do we still have Chloe's purse?" "Whoa." "What are you looking for?" "Aha!" "Take a look at the serial numbers on those bills." "They're the same." "These bills are all pre-1998." "That's before they redesigned the currency." "That's our punch line." "That's how these people are connected." "In counterfeiting, the hardest thing to make is the paper." "But they had all the paper they needed." "They had an unlimited supply of $1 Bills." "From the vending machines." "And those chemicals we found on our victims' bodies..." "Were used to whitewash the singles in order to make blank bank notes." "A procedure requiring the expertise of a chemist." "And what do counterfeiters do with blank bank notes?" "Print larger denominations, for which they need a metal press plate." "And who better to provide that than a sculptor?" "So..." "Plates, paper..." "There's only one missing ingredient." "I know who the killer is!" "I know who the killer is!" "Come on." "Let's go." "Come on!" "Hurry up!" "Get the plates!" "The plates!" "Going somewhere?" "Let me see your hands." "Step away from the bags and walk forward." "Yeah, they're fake." "What gave me away?" "The missing ingredient." "Ink." "And who better to provide it than a tattoo artist?" "That and Evan Murphy." "You knew that we'd follow up after you told us that story, so you planted that gun, but you just didn't have enough time to put his prints on it, did you?" "Sweep the area-- look out!" "Oh!" "Go!" "Go!" "Get him!" "Move!" "Move!" "Move!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "Come on!" "He's over there!" "Let's get him!" "Come on!" "Where's Kitty?" "The money's gone." "You stay here." "What if they come back?" "Hey!" "Hey!" "He's out here." "You got him?" "I think he went around this way." "Do you see him?" "I don't see him." "I don't see him." "Come on!" "Police!" "Police!" "Show yourself." "NYPD." "Come out." "Castle, down on the ground, now!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Oh-ohh-oh!" "Oh." "Drop it." "Drop it." "Don't move." "Stay on the ground, right where you are." "Turn over." "Stay where you are." "Don't touch the gun." "Yeah." "They hatched the plan late one night at the club." "They figured, victimless crime, nobody would get hurt." "Kitty and Earl would launder the bills through the club and then make cash payments to the others." "It sounds like they had a sweet deal going on." "How'd it all go wrong?" "Todd McCutchin." "He was getting squeezed by a loan shark, figured he'd try to make a payment with counterfeit bills." "The shark threatened to rat him out unless he turned over the operation." "Maya and Chloe were willing, but Kitty and Earl weren't." "And when Todd confronted them, he had no idea who he was dealing with." "Kitty Canary, A.K.A. Carla Breezer." "She was a stripper in Seattle." "She did a nickel for a manslaughter charge for trying to run over her boyfriend." "When she got out, she got a new name, new boyfriend and even changed coasts." "She wasn't the type of girl to let Todd take her down." "They had everything they needed-- the chemical formulas, the plates." "All they had to do was get rid of the others." "Nice work, you two." "Very impressive." "But tomorrow, I want you to tell me the story about how Castle got your gun." "So, uh..." "I guess you won the bet." "Yeah." "But look, if you don't want me to-- no, no, no." "No." "You won fair and square." "So..." "See you tomorrow?" "See you tomorrow." "So..." "How long before Castle did you know this was about counterfeiting?" "âª Aching, caught in a hurricane âª âª it's taking âª âª every muscle to move again âª âª and sleepless nights âª" "âª Lazy sundays âª uh-huh." "Thank you." "âª Heavy eyes, it's a case of the mondays âª is that..." "Yeah." "She's been on the phone for over an hour." "So who called whom first?" "What's it matter..." "As long as they connected?" "âª Do, do, do âª" "Thank you."