Castle

Fool Me Once

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. - Beckett.

- Nikki Heat? - The character he's basing on you.

And thanks to my friendship with the mayor,

I get to be on her case.

I would be happy to let you spank me.

And together, we catch killers

We make a pretty good team, you know?

Like Starsky and Hutch.

Turner and Hooch.

You do remind me a little of Hooch.

# oh, oh #

Everybody, settle down. Quiet down, please.

Come to the front. You know your assigned seats.

Careful.

Take your seats.

Now listen,

if you remember, the last time we spoke with Fletcher,

he had just entered the polar ice cap.

from Greenland, right here,

headed toward the North Pole.

Remember?

Now he was supposed to ski about 10 miles a day,

which would have put him right about here.

Oh, good. Right on time. Now listen, everyone.

Remember, Fletcher can't hear us, right?

So no yelling out questions,

especially you, Kahlil.

Hey, kids.

Hi, Mr. Fletcher.

I don't know if you can tell, but a blizzard just blew in

about an hour ago.

And let me tell you, it wasn't easy setting up camp

in 50-mile-an-hour winds.

ooh. - good thing I was able to buy

such a strong tent

with all the, uh, money--

money you raised.

Must be a polar bear out there

looking for a little bit of trouble, huh?

Anyway, I want to tell you about this herd of Caribou

I saw yesterday while I was out skiing.

There were 12 of 'em, including 4 calves

who had just started to grow the velvet on their horns.

Oh, talk about cute.

So there I am,

and I'm trying to pull out my camera when all--

Wait, what are you...

No, No, No, don't. Don't! Don't! Aah!

Hi, I'm Dylan. I'm here for Alexis.

I'm her new violin teacher.

Dylan, Hi. Thanks for coming.

Dad, let him in.

Yeah.

What happened to Olga?

She retired.

So you went male model?

Dylan goes to Julliard. He's a musical prodigy.

I was lucky to get a lesson with him.

Prodigies are supposed to be all nerdy and awkward,

not... that.

Well, hello there. I'm Martha.

Hi. Dylan.

Dylan. Oh, Alexis tells me you're very talented.

and,

very strong, I might add.

- uh, gram. ooh. Quite a grip.

Uh, why don't we get started? I can assess where you are,

and then tomorrow we can start your lessons. Does that

sound good.

Yeah, my room's upstairs.

Lead the way.

Uh, wh-why don't you do it down here?

You know how I love watching you play.

Nonsense.

She needs privacy, not a performance.

Spoken with true artistic insight.

Well, thank you.

I'm an actor, so it stands to reason.

Well...

So how have you been?

He's a charming you man.

Well, I'm off.

See you later, darling.

I liked Olga.

Castle.

Hey, Mike.

Where's the body?

You didn't tell him?

Tell me what?

And ruin the surprise?

What surprise?

Hey, kids.

I don't know if you can tell, but a blizzard just blew in

about an hour ago...

Do we have jurisdiction in the North Pole?

Wait for it.

...50-mile-an-hour winds, good thing that--

...of Caribou I saw yesterday while I was out skiing.

Okay. there comes the guy.

there were 12 of 'em including 4 calves...

Whoa. - who had just started to grow

- the velvet on their horns. - We see the gun.

I'm trying to pull out my camera when all--

Wait, what are you...

No, No, No, don't. Don't! Don't!

That was awesome! I mean, well, obviously it was horrible, but--

That's not the Arctic.

That's an apartment. But where?

Ryan, rewind it.

I thought I saw something when the camera was falling.

Stop. Right there.

Out the window in the background.

That's classic upper West Side architetcture.

Take a picture of it. Send it to the precinct.

See if any of the beat cops recognize it.

On it.

Mr. Wheeler, I'm Detective Kate Beckett.

This is Rick Castle.

I just don't understand.

Everything seened on the up and up.

He had Yale, PhD.

When was the first time that you met Mr. Fletcher?

A few months ago. He came into the school

and made a presentation to the school board--

A month-long, one-man trip to the North Pole.

We agreed to help fund the expedition.

in exchange, Fletcher said he would give

a unique educational experience for the kids,

including weekly video reports from the Artic Circle.

How much did you raise?

Between our school and others in the area, around $50,000.

hmm.

Wow. That's a lot of pemmican.

A basic staple of the, uh, polar explorer diet.

High in fat and protein-- Basically, it's beef and grease

kind of melted together into a jerky.

You think it'd be disgusting, but surprisingly...

I'll fill you in later.

When was the last time you saw Mr. Fletcher?

He came by the school two weeks age to pick up

a stack of letters the kids wrote to him for his trip.

He was supposed to get on the plant to Greenland the next day.

We got an I.D. on the building.

79th and Amsterdam.

All right, tell Lanie that we'll meet her there.

Uniforms said the door was unlocked when they got here.

Either the victim left it that way or, uh--

or the killer had a key.

mm-hmm.

All right, talk to the neighbors.

See if Fletcher had any regular visitors.

But first, I'm thinking our vic might have been a squirrel.

Mm. I'll check the bedroom.

I'm sorry, a squirrel?

Likes to hide his nuts for the winter.

And by "nuts" you mean.

- Valuables. - Ah.

Secrets, anything s guy living a lie

wouldn't want someone to find.

Oh, yeah.

This reminds me of that movie "Capricorn One,"

But with, like, a winterland twist.

Yeah.

Lanie, what do we got?

Victim was shot in the face with a large caliber bullet.

- Ouch. - Oh, I don't think he felt

much with a bullet that size.

Face shots usually indicate a deep anger in the shooter.

Literally trying to erase what makes the victim a peron.

Well, con men do leave a wake of angry people.

It's amazing that this is all it took

to fake two weeks in the Arctic.

Mm-hmm. The wonders of modern technology.

A lot of criminal today don't take advantage,

I blame the parents.

I'll give this to Fletcher-- He did do his homework.

Oh! This is a library book.

Something tells me he wasn't planning on returning it.

You were right.

Look what our little squirrel was hiding in the air vent.

Something tells me our Steven Fletcher

wasn't actually Steven Fletcher.

Hmm.

Multiple I.D.s usually indicates multiple cons.

I'd say our killer is someone who Fletcher duped.

From the height of the bullet hole in the tent,

I'd say our shooter was anywhere between 5'3" and 6'.

Mm-hmm.