"(CLATTERING)" "Ah!" "(WOMAN SCREAMING)" "BECKETT:" "I'm telling you, something happened, something changed." "It's been weird between us lately." "Lately?" "Kate, it's been weird for four years." "No." "This is different." "He's different." "It's like he's pulling away." "Well, can you blame him?" "He's probably tired of waiting." "Waiting for what?" "What do you think?" "The guy is crazy about you, and despite your little act, you're crazy about him." "Oh, what?" "Was that supposed to be some big secret?" "Yes." "No." "Do you think he knows?" "You remember how he used to be?" "Girl on either arm?" "You really don't see that guy too much anymore." "Why do you think that is?" "He's waiting for you." "Yeah, but, Lanie..." "I know." "You're dealing with stuff." "But you cannot ask him to wait forever." "Unless, of course, you're okay with him pulling away." "What if it doesn't work?" "What if it ends up like you and Javi?" "Well, at Ieast we gave it a shot." "And so it didn't work out." "So what?" "Now we can move on." "Give or take the occasional booty call." "I just, I don't wanna lose what we have, you know?" "Girl, please." "What exactly do you have?" "Really?" "A friendship?" "No." "What you and I have, is a friendship." "What you and Castle have is a holding pattern." "How long can you circle before the fuel runs out?" "(CELL PHONE RINGING)" "Beckett." "Don't think you were saved by the bell, Kate Beckett." "As your friend, I'm not gonna let this drop." "So, what, you think I should tell him how I feel?" "Yes." "You hunt murderers for a living." "You can do this." "Okay." "Okay." "I just..." "I have to find the right time." "No time like the present." "(TIRES SCREECHING)" "What the..." "On second thought, maybe you should wait a bit." "What's that?" "Ryan's calling, I gotta go." "(GIGGLES)" "I'II call you in about an hour." "Hey there." "I feel like I just walked into a bad episode of Miami Vice." "Okay, first, there are no bad episodes of Miami Vice." "Second, who died?" "You, from the looks of it." "You look like you just got run over by a truck." "(CHUCKLES) Yeah." "A truck delivering a shipment of awesome." "No, I just flew into Vegas for the weekend." "Just needed a Iittle change of scenery." "And you won the blonde in a high-stakes poker match?" "No." "I met her on the flight back." "And you just gave her your car?" "Jacinda happens to be a very trustworthy person." "She's a first-class flight attendant." "It's not Iike I gave her my social security number." "Castle." "Is everything okay?" "Never better." "ESPOSITO:" "Our victim is Naomi alien." "Age 25." "Her green card indicates that she's a British national." "Ryan's notifying the Consulate." "Her address is in SoHo." "What was she doing all the way down here?" "Don't know." "But she checked in two hours before she was killed." "I hope they prorated the room." "Good news is, we have a witness." "The maid who discovered the body saw a guy run out." "Did the maid get a good look?" "She's with the sketch artist now." "Well, whoever he is, he was looking for something." "This place has been searched." "ESPOSITO:" "The one thing we do know is that she was not robbed." "Her wallet, watch and cash were untouched." "Hey, Lanie, how does it look?" "Like you waited too long." "The vic?" "She was strangled." "But she went down with a fight." "Prelim suggests a sign of a struggle." "She took one to the face." "Well-dressed, attractive woman in a seedy motel and a guy who flees the crime scene." "This might have been a one-night stand gone wrong." "Are we talking about the victim or Castle?" "Hey, Espo." "Yeah?" "Can you contact the next of kin and canvass the area once the sketch is done?" "Yeah, no problem." "Hey, Beckett, found the vic's business card in a side pocket of her purse." "Looks like she works in Manhattan." ""Naomi alien, Kittman Group."" "Yes." "I was her US booking agent." "Naomi was one of our top models." "So, she was in the city for work?" "She split her time between here and London." "The good ones usually end up spending at Ieast half the year in New York." "Now, do you have any idea why she was at the alexandria Motel last night?" "Uh, no." "I've never even heard of it." "It's one of those "pay by the hour" places?" "Do you recognize this man?" "No." "No, I don't." "But you do have an idea who he might be?" "It's just, lately," "Naomi was making some choices." "What kind of choices?" "Well, she seemed to have lost interest in standard modeling jobs." "Recently she'd been booking more unconventional gigs." "Like what?" "Well, I heard the London office booked her to attend the birthday party of some foreign dignitary a few months ago." "She was hired to go to a party?" "It's common for models to get hired to pretty-up an event." "Some girls do it to pick up extra cash." "And other girls do it as a way of connecting with wealthy men." "Wait, are you saying that Naomi was hiring herself out as an escort?" "You just don't see girls as good as Naomi taking these party jobs." "Not unless there's a bigger payout involved somewhere." "Do you know if she took on any of these kinds of gigs recently?" "It's not really what we do." "Yeah." "She did want me to try to get her into an event last night though, an album launch party in Midtown." "But I didn't have any connections to it." "Last night?" "Yeah." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Yeah, that we should throw a party and hire a bunch of models." "No." "That maybe Naomi somehow got into that party last night." "And that that's where she met her killer." "That's what I was thinking." "Weird." "We're usually more in sync than that." "Hey, Ryan, did you find anything at Naomi's apartment?" "No, but someone else might have." "It's been tossed." "Not only that, but a neighbor said they saw a man" "leaving the apartment late last night." "The neighbor ID'd him off the sketch." "It's the same guy who fled the murder scene." "CASTLE:" "He couldn't find what he was looking for in the motel, so he searched her place." "Yeah, but this time, he left a footprint." "Meaning?" "Well, Unis canvassed around the apartment with the sketch, he bought a bottle of single-malt with a credit card a couple of blocks away." ""Colin Hunt." What do we have on him?" "RYAN:" "Nothing in the system." "But I ran a trace on the credit card, he checked in the Mondrian SoHo this morning." "NYPD, show me your hands." "You're making a mistake." "Yeah, Iike I haven't heard that before." "Hands in the air, now." "If you insist." "Whoa!" "Dude." "Whoa!" "allow me to introduce myself." "Detective Inspector Colin Hunt, Scotland Yard." "You're a Iong way from home, Detective Inspector Hunt." "How did you end up at that dead girl's motel room?" "I was at a seminar in D.C. last night when Naomi called me, panicked." "She said she was in trouble and needed my help." "So you knew her?" "Naomi was like a sister to me." "Her dad, Terence, was my first partner on the job." "When he passed away, I promised her family that I'd look after her." "After she called me, I grabbed the next flight, but by the time I arrived, it was too late." "And your first instinct was to flee the crime scene?" "I didn't flee." "I Ieft." "She was dead." "There was nothing else to do." "Yeah." "Except maybe to hang around and give the police a statement." "You and I both know that if I stuck around, it'd be hours of questioning and then you'd just send me off with a "Cheers, we'II keep you posted."" "But I suppose you had something more important to do." "The room had been searched." "Whoever killed her was looking for something." "I thought they might try her apartment next." "By the time I got there, it'd already been tossed." "Look, I know I shouldn't have been investigating, but if you were in a foreign country and someone you loved was killed, what would you do?" "What were they looking for?" "When he was on the job," "Naomi's dad used to stash a gun in the lining of his Kevlar." "When Naomi started modeling as a teenager, he didn't want her on the Underground without any protection." "So he taught her to cut a tiny piece of the lining in her jacket to stash pepper spray." "That's where I found it." "You found what?" "A message to me." "About her killer." "What kind of message?" "Not until I'm on the case." "Excuse me?" "Detective, please." "I owe this to Naomi." "I owe it to her family." "You do realize that I could arrest you for withholding evidence." "And since you don't know what that evidence is, I could deny it." "And none of that will get us any closer to catching her killer." "Let me work this case with you." "Because if you don't, I swear," "I'II go out there and catch the bastard on my own." "Okay." "But I have to check in with my captain first." "What's she like, your captain?" "You ever see that YouTube video of the grizzly bear that decapitates a moose with one swipe of its paw?" "Comforting." "It's nothing personal." "She just doesn't like outsiders in her precinct." "I don't need her to like it." "I just need her to allow it." "This whole thing with Naomi doesn't add up." "Turning down conventional modeling jobs, booking sleazy gigs at private parties, that just doesn't sound like the Naomi I know." "Yeah, well, sometimes it's the people we think we know best that we don't really know at all." "Well, you're in." "Thank you." "What?" "Seriously?" "Yeah, your supervisor at Scotland Yard said you're one of the best." "Even Captain Gates was impressed with your record." "Well, I guess it's not outsiders she doesn't like." "It's just me." "Look, we had a deal." "What did Naomi give you?" "This." "A key?" "You said she left a message." "This is the message." "She put it there for me to find." "I guarantee it has something to do with her death." "This looks commercial." "It's an Arco Rifkin 11-30-R." "Mostly used for lockers" "like those found at train stations or health clubs." "AII right, well, I'II have Ryan canvass the area around her apartment and the motel." "We'II see if any of the businesses have lockers that use this kind of key." "Yo, Beckett." "I got something." "Yeah, Detective Esposito, this is Detective Inspector Colin Hunt." "He's from Scotland Yard." "He's gonna be consulting on this case." "He knows our victim." "Hey." "How's it going?" "pleasure, mate." "So what do you got?" "Well, Naomi did make it to that album release party last night at a club in Midtown." "But she was kicked out by security around 10:00." "Why?" "'Cause she had an altercation with the host." "Female rapper and ex-felon, Nicky Jay." "And she wasn't afraid to take a swing in front of paparazzi." "Wow." "What was the fight about?" "Unclear, but uniforms are bringing her up to interrogation now." "Do you usually question them solo?" "No, Castle and I usually go in together." "Actually, you know what?" "Why don't you guys take this one?" "Are you sure?" "Yeah." "Absolutely." "Besides, Colin's got a personal interest." "I really don't now, do I?" "AII right." "It's settled then." "Yeah, I guess it is." "Yeah." "Besides, my lunch date is here." "I'II be back in a few hours." "You guys call me if you find anything interesting." "Hell yeah, I clocked her." "She was trying to make a move on my man." "Your man, Biggie slim?" "That's right." "She had the nerve to say that he told her to put her digits in his phone." "Did he?" "That ain't the point." "That skinny bitch wasn't even supposed to be there." "When I got up in her face, she said Biggie slim's cousin, Drew, told her about the party." "But I knew that was BS because Drew wasn't even invited." "It must make you so bloody mad to know your man has a wandering eye." "I had a girlfriend like that." "Traveled for business." "She'd ring from the airport to say her flight was canceled." "I come to find out she was seeing some other bloke." "She sound like a ho." "AII I'm saying is I understand your instinct to lash out at the person you believe is responsible." "I protect what's mine." "You should do the same." "Is that why you followed Naomi to the motel and strangled her with your bare hands?" "You must be high." "That skank wasn't worth another second of my time." "I told security to give her the boot and that was that." "Really?" "Can you prove it?" "My driver brought us home." "I was with Biggie slim the rest of the night." "Yeah, I went home with Nicky Jay." "After the tussle, she was all worked up." "But I Iike it when she gets worked up." "When she got something to prove." "She said that the fight started because you were spending time with this girl." "Oh, yeah." "That girl." "What can I say?" "Women are powerless against my good looks and charms." "HUNT:" "Yes, it's a real curse." "You and Naomi, what did you talk about?" "Well, little bit of this, little bit of that." "She was a bad chick, you know?" "But a Iittle off, you know what I'm talking about?" "No." "What are you talking about?" "Man, she was acting paranoid, man." "Said somebody had followed her to the party." "Figured she was just blowing smoke." "HUNT:" "Why is that?" "Look, I don't just produce Nicky Jay, all right?" "I'm building my brand." "I got Biggie slim Records, Biggie slim clothing." "Hell, I even got a Biggie slim energy drink." "So some filly comes up trying to make her time, it's just an everyday thing in my Iife." "Did she tell you who she thought was following her?" "Sure didn't." "But I guess she wasn't lying though, huh?" "Naomi left that party, and then three hours later, she was dead." "Based on what she told Biggie slim, Naomi knew somebody was after her." "AII right, Iet's canvass the area around the party venue, see if she was being followed." "And let's track down Nicky Jay and Biggie slim's driver." "I wanna see if they went straight home." "On it." "So, that story that you told Nicky Jay about your girlfriend..." "Total pants." "I just wanted her to think I sympathized." "And honestly, after meeting Biggie slim, I do." "Yeah, well, maybe she's hanging on hoping that he'II change." "Guys like him never do." "(CELL PHONE BEEPS)" "Our M.E.'s finished the autopsy." "Her Iarynx is crushed." "Whoever did it was strong." "Large hands." "Probably a male." "That's like half the city." "We may be able to narrow it down a Iittle further than that." "The pressure from the killer's grip left a print on her neck." "Were you able to pull a print?" "We recovered a partial, thanks to the body lotion she was wearing." "Is it in the system?" "Not enough to run it." "But you bring me a print off a suspect," "I can tell you if it's a match." "Excuse me, I have to make a call." "Easy on the eyes." "Cute accent, too." "I've just got one question." "Hmm?" "Where's Castle?" "He took off." "For a lunch date." "In a Ferrari full of flight attendant?" "Yeah, he's probably trying to rack up his frequent flyer miles." "I'm sorry." "But you know she's just a passing thing." "Do I?" "I mean, the guy's been divorced twice, and he's still chasing bimbos." "Maybe that's just who he is." "Look, maybe it's the wrong time, or maybe he's even the wrong guy." "But if he is, how long are you gonna wait to find out?" "Ten years, I've been keeping them company, while they spend a night or two here on their way to where we're all going." "They all had plans, Kate." "Things they were gonna do when they got around to it." "Go on a cruise." "Lose 10 pounds." "Fall in love." "They thought they had all the time in the world." "But nobody does." "Personal ones are tough." "No call." "What's my tell?" "The brooding lean." "Ah, yes." "Rookie move." "You know, even with a mouth full of braces, she was the prettiest girl in her class." "although, having a cop for a dad didn't do much for her social life." "Terry used to interrogate her dates when they'd drop her off." "I can see how that would weed out the Iightweights." "And then when she was 22, she fell in love with a young doctor." "Good guy." "He died last year in Africa, doing God's work." "I don't think she ever really got over it." "Because hearing what she was up to, it's like she was a different person." "People change when you're not looking." "(CELL PHONE RINGING)" "Excuse me." "Hey, Ryan." "What's up?" "Are you sure?" "Where?" "Okay, great." "Call in a warrant." "Found a gym near the motel." "Naomi bought a day pass there the night that she was killed." "And the clerk said she was in and out in three minutes." "Just enough time to run in and hide something in one of the lockers." "She bought the day pass at 10:24 p.m." "That's 20 minutes after she called me to say she was in trouble." "She was leaving me a message." "She did better than leave a message about the killer." "She left us a picture of him as well." "BECKETT:" "Anything on the number sequence?" "We're running it through every database, but nothing so far." "Naomi wrote it on there for a reason." "What about the photo?" "Well, based on the light and background architecture, this photo was taken in Midtown, New York." "Hey." "What'd I miss?" "Not much." "Oh, we did manage to find that mystery locker." "And that guy in the photo, he's probably our killer." "So, how was your lunch?" "Oh, I Ioved the special." "I'II bet." "Wait a minute." "Can you blow up this one section?" "Yeah, sure." "Rounded and gold." "It's a plaque." "It's the British seal." "This picture was taken right outside the British Consulate." "Pull up a list of the Consulate employees." "Here you go." "Well, he's not on this page." "There he is." ""Nigel Wyndham."" ""Deputy General of the British Consulate."" "Which means he's just under the Consulate General in rank." "So he's responsible for the daily operations in financial and logistical matters." "What the hell is Naomi doing mixed up with this guy?" "That was my mate at Scotland Yard." "He found out some intriguing details on Nigel Wyndham." "Like the fact that a girlfriend in college died rather mysteriously while they were on holiday in Rome." "Well, was he ever charged?" "No." "And after that, he had a string of bad investments until he married Cynthia Wadlow." "It was her prominent family who pulled strings that got him a position, first at the Ministry of Culture, then here at the Consulate." "Yo." "So we've been reconstructing Naomi's movements since she landed in New York a couple of weeks ago." "Her financials indicate that she booked a car service last week that dropped her at Nobu." "And we showed the host Nigel's picture and he confirmed that they met for dinner." "Did the host notice anything?" "Yeah, he noticed the C-Note that Nigel dropped to secure the romantic table in the back." "Hey." "I just called the Consulate." "The day after the romantic Nobu dinner, security removed Naomi from Nigel's office." "Well, sounds like a fight." "Security heard Naomi yell something about Cynthia as they escorted her out." "CASTLE:" "Well, it makes perfect sense." "Stuck in a marriage of convenience," "Nigel meets the young and beautiful Naomi." "Finds her irresistible." "A chance meeting turns to dinner." "Dinner to a tryst." "But then Naomi wants more." "Nigel realizes that his affair has become a threat." "To his position, his reputation, to the life he built on the backs of his wife and her family." "Sir, if Nigel's wife found out about an affair, it would kill his marriage and his career." "Detective Inspector Hunt," "I take your silence to mean that you don't agree?" "Well, the Naomi I knew would never fool with someone like Wyndham but she wouldn't have left his picture in that locker if he weren't connected to her death somehow." "Nigel Wyndham's position at the Consulate includes diplomatic immunity." "Which would be waived if he was a suspect in a murder case." "If I pick up the phone to make that request," "I'm gonna need something more concrete than just a theory." "Sir, Lanie pulled our killer's prints off of our victim's neck." "And given everything that we know right now," "I'm willing to bet that they're a match to Nigel's." "GATES:" "A bet's not enough." "But if you can get those prints, then this is a whole different conversation." "ESPOSITO:" "Here's the problem, bro." "Foreign dignitaries don't register their fingerprints with local law enforcement." "And if we put in a request to the Consulate, they'II box us out and alert Nigel that he's a suspect." "Yeah, I thought Scotland Yard would be able to get them." "Even with his connections across the pond, we struck out." "Okay, boys, here it is." "Here's what?" "My foolproof plan for getting Nigel's fingerprint." "Nigel lives in a high-rise apartment, here, on Park Avenue." "Yeah." "High security." "Exactly." "Ryan, you'II be here." "Front door, dressed as a flower delivery boy." "Esposito, you'II be here." "Dressed as a hobo." "Question." "Why's the brown man gotta be the hobo?" "You want the flowers?" "Hobo it is." "You boys will cause a distraction here, whilst I rappel down the side of the building with Nicolai." "RYAN:" "Who's Nicolai?" "He's a Romanian gymnast I found on YouTube." "He's extremely flexible and fits in the duffle bag." "Using a glass cutter..." "Excuse me, gents." "Anyone seen Detective Beckett?" "Wow." "You guys going out?" "I pulled some strings and got us into a party at the British Consulate tonight." "Nigel will be there." "We'II get his prints and he won't even know it." "Cheers, lads." "Or they could do that." "Yeah." "Sure." "If you want to do it the easy way." "Thank you." "So, who is Sir alfred Heath?" "Tonight, I am." "The lads back home said the real Sir alfred is down as a no-show." "Gout or some damn thing." "Yeah, but what if Nigel Wyndham doesn't show either?" "He'II be here." "And I expect he'II skip the champagne and drink something posh and pretentious." "Leaving his print on the glass." "What if he doesn't drink?" "He's British." "Trust me, he drinks." "May I?" "I didn't realize that dancing was a part of the plan." "Well, it offers a perfect vantage point." "Huh." "Do you come to a Iot of these events?" "No, thank God." "Why?" "You just seem very confident." "Well, that's because my companion is the most beautiful woman in this room." "(CHUCKLES) That's clearly the champagne talking." "I'm sure you're just comfortable here because you're amongst your own people." "These aren't my people." "My people are the ones carrying the trays." "Yeah." "I grew up on the East End." "My mum cleaned flats." "Dad worked in a factory." "They wanted something better." "They just..." "They couldn't quite get it." "And then?" "I was admitted to Eton on a scholarship where I minored in blending in." "What about you?" "I grew up in the city." "And went to college in California." "Well, you could obviously do anything you put your mind to." "Why be a cop?" "I guess it was just my calling." "Ah, a crusader." "I know the type." "Doesn't leave a Iot of time for a personal life though, does it?" "What about you?" "Are you the crusader type as well?" "Married to the Bill, I'm afraid." "The job comes first." "Though sometimes I wish it didn't." "Yeah." "I know the feeling." "Absolutely." "(WHISPERING) Wait a minute." "Look over there by the bar." "My one o'clock." "Let the games begin." "AII right." "Take care." "Good evening." "Nigel Wyndham." "Deputy General." "Jean Harrington." "Bored." "Well, we'II have to remedy that, Miss Harrington." "One for the lady, please." "Oh, a ring." "That's discouraging." "Oh, well, it needn't be." "To new friendships." "Now, tell me, Miss Harrington, are you here alone?" "If so, it would be a grave injustice." "My date's more interested in networking than he is in me." "In that case, he won't object if I asked you for a dance." "You know what?" "I wouldn't care even if he did." "Shall we?" "Mmm-hmm." "So, tell me, Miss Harrington, what should I know about you?" "Well, there's more to me than meets the eye." "Wow." "What meets the eye is irresistible." "You know, actions speak louder than words." "Meaning?" "Meaning, if I'm so irresistible, then why aren't you using both your hands?" "Excuse me, Your Excellency." "Oh!" "Excuse me." "Pardon me, coming through." "Sorry, sir, as you were." "Excuse me." "Excuse me." "Sir alfred Heath?" "Yes?" "Might I have a word, sir?" "There seems to be two of you here this evening." "(BOTH CHUCKLE)" "Sorry." "I have to ask." "Are you as aggressive in your other activities as you are on the dance floor?" "You know, what can I say?" "I Iike to lead, all the time." "(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)" "Are you..." "Is, is everything all right?" "Um..." "Yeah, you know, I'm suddenly, I feel very hungry, excuse me." "Would you Iike one of these?" "I hear they're great." "I'm not a caviar man, myself." "Yeah, but I hear that they're an aphrodisiac." "Not for me, I'm afraid." "I'm sorry to intrude, Mr. Wyndham, sir..." "Yes, what is it, Bryson?" "The young lady." "I need her to come with me." "Well, for what purpose?" "Don't worry, darling." "I know that we'II see each other again very soon." "(SIGHS) I had the waiter, then I lost him." "I've bollocksed up the whole plan and now we've got nothing." "Oh, I wouldn't say "nothing"." "I swiped Wyndham's card case." "It's got his prints all over it." "Why, you sneaky little thief." "That's bloody brilliant." "Thank you." "Now let's go get this son of a bitch." "The print's not a match." " What?" " What?" "CSU ran the fingerprints off the card case, compared them to the one that Lanie found on Naomi's body." "It wasn't Nigel Wyndham's." "No, that's not possible, run it again." "Ryan already did that three times." "Wyndham's not our killer." "He's behind this." "I know it." "It's why Naomi left us his photograph." "Well, maybe he hired someone to do his dirty work for him." "Like one of his security men." "Can you get Scotland Yard to run background checks on the security staff?" "Or, a better path might be to look into this mysterious number that Naomi wrote on the back of that photo." "Which is a mystery no Ionger." "Is this lobster, bro?" "Lucky for you, Jacinda's a light eater." "You heat that up, little bit of melted butter..." "Are you telling us you know what that number means?" "How?" "Well, as Jacinda and I were enjoying our succulent lobsters, from Maine, paired with an earthy, yet elegant, Pinot Noir from the Sonoma Valley..." "Castle, numbers." "Right." "Well, we were going over the file, turns out Jacinda's quite a Iittle crime solver." "You showed the stewardess the evidence file?" "No." "I took a picture of it with my phone." "And the preferred nomenclature is "flight attendant."" "Point is, this code refers to a diplomatic pouch." "How do you know that?" "Jacinda recognized the format." "Furthermore, she told me these last three digits are a reference code for Royal Eastern Airlines." "Which means the pouch was delivered on the airline." "Exactly." "The W-4 refers to the size of the pouch." "The 1949 indicates exactly which pouch it is in the Consulate sequence." "As the Deputy General, Nigel signs for all the pouches." "So then, maybe this wasn't about an affair gone wrong between Nigel and Naomi." "It's about smuggling." "Well, that makes a Iot of sense." "Diplomatic pouches are sealed and their contents bypass TSA and Customs inspections." "Naomi must've got onto what Wyndham was doing somehow." "We need to know what was in that pouch." "Consulate's never gonna release that information." "Well, we don't have to worry about the Consulate." "The airline keeps a copy of the waybill." "Get a hold of the airline, Iet's get that waybill down here." "Ryan, grab a pen." "What?" "Castle, you can't just share confidential police information with an outsider." "Even if it solves the case?" "I mean, she gave us a lead." "That's more than you got at the Consulate." "And that's supposed to make this all okay?" "Jacinda just wanted to help." "What's the big deal?" "You don't get it, do you?" "No, I guess I don't." "No, forget it." "I guess you don't." "Hey." "We found something you're gonna wanna see." "The airline emailed over the waybill." "The pouch that matches our number was shipped from the British Consulate about a year ago." "It flew from JFK to Kampala, Uganda." "Uganda?" "That can't be a coincidence." "BECKETT:" "What do you mean?" "Naomi's boyfriend, the one who died, he was killed in Uganda." "Any idea of what was being shipped?" "Just that it weighed 200 pounds." "Well, that's awfully heavy for a pouch." "Well, a diplomatic pouch can be as small as an envelope or as big as a cargo container." "Whatever's being shipped, it's being sent out about once a month." "I just combed through airline waybills from the past year." "Ten other pouches, all the same weight, were flown from here to Uganda." "In fact, one of them is listed as being in JFK's secure baggage area." "You mean to say one of those pouches is at the airport, right now?" "Finding out what's in that pouch could tell us who killed Naomi." "Yeah, but we don't have any jurisdiction here, Castle." "If the NYPD tries to open up a British diplomatic pouch, we could risk an international incident." "Then it's a good thing I'm not NYPD." "Hey." "Oh, good evening, sir." "I'm Agent Bauer, from Homeland Security." "I'm here for the inspection." "Nobody radioed me about any inspection." "Well, of course they didn't." "We conduct random checks to assess security." "Telling you we were coming kind of defeats the purpose, am I right?" "We'd be tipping our hand." "Showing our playbook, so to speak." "Two years I've worked this shift, and I never heard of anything that..." "Look, Morgan, is it?" "I'm sure you run a tight ship here." "So if things inside are secure," "I'II make damn sure your bosses know about it, which will reflect well on you." "We're all on the same team here, pal." "I gotta verify this with my supervisor." "Yeah, you do that." "I'm getting more adept at faking my way past people." "Must be all the practice." "You're in the baggage area?" "Yeah." "But I don't have much time." "Maybe a minute before the guard calls his supervisor to check my story." "AII right, so based on the shipping code, the pouch that you're looking for is about five feet long." "Does the waybill say if it's a crate?" "A footlocker?" "A cardboard box?" "What?" "No." "Sorry, bro." "But it's 200 pounds, so it's gotta be something sturdy." "Something sturdy, all right." "Oh, God." "Here we go, I found it." "It's a crate." "MORGAN:" "Agent Bauer, I need you to step out of there, please." "Okay, that didn't sound good." "Agent Bauer?" "What did he expect?" "I heard that. (CLEARS THROAT)" "Uh, I've just about wrapped up here." "MORGAN:" "Sir, my supervisor will be here..." "And he will be mighty pleased with your work, Morgan." "Mighty pleased." "It's clear to me that you've been working harder than a one-Iegged man in an ass-kicking contest." "MORGAN:" "Step out now of there, sir." "I will not tell you again." "Hello?" "You there?" "Hello?" "bloody hell." "What's in the crate?" "Missiles." "Customs and Homeland Security have impounded the crate," "Interpol is on their way to JFK." "How did you explain opening the diplomatic pouch?" "Oh, well, everyone's more interested in the missiles at the moment, but I expect I'II be in hot water at some point." "And where does this leave Wyndham?" "Untouched." "What do you mean, untouched?" "He was smuggling weapons." "Well, they'II have an inquiry, of course." "But they can't prove he knew what was in the crate." "And since we opened the crate illegally, we won't be able to use it as evidence." "HUNT:" "At least it all starts to make sense now." "Naomi was trying to solve Aidan's murder." "That would be Naomi's boyfriend, Aidan Miller." "He worked for Doctors Without Borders in Uganda, until his helicopter was shot down by guerrilla forces a year ago." "HUNT:" "And the British government launched an investigation but was never able to determine how the rebels acquired a Stinger missile." "Which we now know came to them courtesy of Nigel Wyndham." "Yeah, except, Nigel's not the type to get his hands dirty when it comes to missiles or murder." "He must've had a partner who had a line on those Stingers." "And if Naomi started looking into the smuggling operation..." "Then perhaps it was the partner who got rid of her." "So, then, the question is, who is his partner?" "Everything Naomi did was about finding out who supplied the weapon that killed her boyfriend." "That's why she stopped taking modeling gigs." "It's why she came to New York." "Maybe there's someone on that list of attendees for that foreign dignitary party." "I mean, it all started when she booked that out of London a few months ago." ""Paulo Makuzi."" "And who is he?" "A leader of the rebel army in Uganda." "Naomi must've heard something at the party, that's what led her to the Consulate." "That romantic dinner with Nigel was just part of her agenda to get the pouch number from his office." "So then there's just one piece that doesn't fit in her investigation." "What was she doing with Biggie slim?" "I want you to take a close look at this photo." "Yeah, I seen this one." "Paparazzi caught me and Nicky Jay coming out of the studio a couple of weeks ago." "BECKETT:" "In fact, that is Nicky Jay's black SUV, isn't it?" "Bought by Biggie slim himself." "Supply and demand." "She demands, I gotta supply." "You know, the thing that I find intriguing is that before you became Biggie slim, your name was Darius Young." "Best known for launching several failed Internet start-ups." "Just a man ahead of my time." "Well, the SEC thought you were a man trying to fleece investors." "See, I was never charged for that." "One of your ventures, a music sharing website based in the UK, caught the attention of British authorities." "And when they tried to shut it down, an aide to the Minister of Culture Iobbied on your behalf." "And do you know who that aide was?" "Nigel Wyndham." "In fact, this is Nigel stepping out of the very same black SUV." "No, I don't think so." "BECKETT:" "Why don't you take a closer look?" "It's got the same custom pinstripes on the door." "It's just somebody else's truck with those stripes on there." "Your driver already admitted that he drove you to this meeting outside the Consulate." "We also know that your cousin is in the service." "Drew Harris?" "A Staff Sergeant." "He works in an armory." "He supplied the missiles." "You knew that Wyndham had access to the diplomatic pouch and you saw an opportunity." "Supply and demand." "That's a whole lot of speculation there, mate." "Well, we weren't the only ones to put together the pieces." "Naomi wasn't giving you her phone number, she was looking for evidence." "Once you realized that she was the same girl that Wyndham caught snooping, you followed her to the motel and you killed her." "(SCOFFS)" "Well, how y'all gonna prove that?" "A partial fingerprint on Naomi's body." "And it's a match to you." "You know, the thing that I still can't figure out is, why Uganda?" "Why would you care?" "(SIGHS) Man, it wasn't about Uganda." "It was just about the money." "I didn't even know where Wyndham was shipping the stuff to." "Good, call my assistant." "I'm wide open all week." "Actually, you're not." "Or the following week, for that matter." "Told you I'd see you soon." "What is this?" "Getting thrown out of here once already wasn't enough for you people?" "Security!" "They can't help you, mate." "Nobody can." "Not even your well-funded Ugandan friends." "Nigel Wyndham, you're under arrest for international arms trafficking." "And for abetting in the murder of a British citizen." "HUNT:" "Her dad would've been proud." "How brave she was, taking on these men." "But I so wish she hadn't done it." "So what happens now?" "Do you go back to D.C.?" "London, I'm afraid." "Face the music." "You know, they should give you a commendation." "Well, that is wildly improbable." "Well, Detective Beckett, it's been a true pleasure." "The pleasure was all mine, Detective Inspector Hunt." "please, Colin." "Kate." "You know, I have a few hours before my flight, Kate." "Could I persuade you to let me buy you a drink?" "Um..." "I'm sorry, I have a bit of paperwork to do." "Another time." "Where's Scotland Yard off to?" "Well, he's going back to London." "Um..." "Castle, do you have a second?" "Can we talk?" "Actually, I don't." "Jacinda has the Ferrari double-parked in a loading zone." "Wow." "Four dates in three days." "You like her?" "Yeah." "Why?" "She just..." "She doesn't seem like your type." "Well, she's fun and uncomplicated." "I think that's what my Iife needs right now." "Hi!" "It's Kate." "Do you still want to buy me that drink?"