Castle

Isn't this exciting?

It's just a weekend, mother.

Dad, it's your first romantic weekend away with Beckett.

It's a big deal.

Okay, well, no pressure, and let's just hope it happens.

4:30 now. If she doesn't catch a murder by 5:00,

we are in the clear.

So what do you have planned?

- I... what do you mean? - You don't have a plan?

- The plan is to do nothing, to relax. - Richard...

that's not a plan.

Women don't like it when men don't have a plan.

Hey, I'm in college now. I'm living in the world.

Plus, I read a lot of magazines.

Not planning is really bad.

Okay... she's right.

A man says, "so what are we gonna do for dinner?"

Pfft. He's dead to me.

Okay. I will make reservations.

Somewhere romantic.

Right. And classy,

because Kate Beckett is a classy kind of gal, you know?

Right.

Under the stars would be nice.

Oh, and you know what else you can do under the stars...

Okay. La LA LA LA LA LA LA

T minus one minute and counting.

Castle, what are you doing here?

You were supposed to wait around the corner

so that nobody'd see us.

I know, but I thought it would be fun

to be here with you when the clock strikes 5:00.

You know, just like new year's Eve,

except without the kissing for obvious reasons.

But there will be plenty of that this weekend.

Can you just shush?

No one is going to hear me.

Look around you.

You are in a room full of detectives...

And not one of them has a clue.

Wow, Castle.

Thank you for reminding me that I'm lying

to a bunch of people that I really care about

so I don't get fired on an ethics violation

'cause I'm dating you.

Well, you can put all that out of your mind in three...

Two... one.

No murder.

There. Wasn't that fun?

Okay, fine. I will go. And no will even know I was...

Hey, Castle.

What you doing here, bro?

I was just on my way to the Hamptons

to write for the weekend,

and... and I thought I'd drop by, see if we caught a murder.

Wow. Anything to avoid writing, huh?

Exactly. Hey, did you hear about Beckett's weekend?

No. Big plans?

She's going away with her boyfriend.

A boyfriend?

Beckett! Really?

Who is the lucky guy?

For some reason, she's not telling.

Okay, seriously, guys?

Actually, I for one am offended

that you're not sharing with us.

Mm-hmm. After all we've been through.

Yeah, I think we deserve better.

You know, I have a couple of ideas

about what you guys deserve.

Come on, Beckett. Just give us something.

Is he handsome?

Yeah, I-is he handsome?

Or is he more of a badass?

Yeah, is that it, Beckett? Is he, like, a bad boy?

James Dean, huh? Is he a desperado?

I'm gonna...

Let me holla at you.

Why would Beckett be holding out on us?

Maybe there's something wrong with the guy.

Maybe he's bad news.

Well, then as her partners,

it's our obligation to find out who this guy is.

And what kind of partners would we be if we didn't?

Her safety could be at stake.

Exactly, and with no active murder case going on,

I say we use this time to find him.

And here we are.

Oh, my goodness, Castle.

Wow.

So, um... are you rich or something?

Well, I'm not James Patterson rich,

but I do okay.

- Come on. I'll show you around. - Yeah.

After I finished remodeling the kitchen,

I swore I was done, but then my designer called.

She said I had to tie in the living room,

so I did that, too.

That led to the second floor, and then the basement.

I had to stop taking her calls or I'd have another wing.

You coming?

Yeah.

This is actually my favorite part.

The sound of the ocean, complete privacy...

oh, the serenity.

The pool is right down here.

Most people find it magical.

Everything okay?

Yeah. It's, um...

It's spectacular, Castle.

And is that a problem?

It's just, I can't help wondering

how many... other girls have gotten this tour.

Right.

Well, I'm not gonna deny

that I've brought other women up here.

But, um...

None of them were you.

You want to, um, go and check out that pool?

Yeah?

I'm sure you will find the temperature suitable...

Mm-hmm. But if you would like it any warmer,

I can change the temperature or I could just...

Stop talking.

You forgot your suit.

I know.

Oh!

What?

Somebody's coming.

What?

Oh.

Call 9-1-1.

Ya think?

Yeah, he came stumbling up from the beach,

uh, just after 10:15.

Uh, collapsed into the pool. I tried to revive him, but...

were you here as well, ma'am?

Yeah.

Name, please.

Um, Katherine Beckett,

but do you think we could keep that out of the public record?

Of course.

Not that we're doing anything wrong. I j...

right.

What's that supposed to mean?

Don't worry. It's the Hamptons.

We'll be discreet.

We're... we're not interested in your arrangement.

- Arrangement? - Chief, Chief,

uh, I'm... I'm not... I don't... she's not a...

I'm not a prostitute.

Oh, I'm sure.

So is there anything you'd like to add

to Mr. Castle's statement, madam... ma'am?

Yes.

Only that we didn't hear any gunshots,

so that probably means that the killer used a silencer.

Watch a lot of cop shows, do we?

Y... uh, do we know who the victim is yet?

Uh, Randall Franklin.

He's a weekender, out here from Manhattan.

All we know is that he was at a party up the beach

at Douglas Shapiro's house earlier this evening.

Hey, Chief!

We got him.

Excuse me.

We got him. Name's Casius McMurray.

Local meth user.

Found him asleep in the tall grass

couple hundred yards to the east

with the victim's wallet.

Guy's out of it, high as a kite.

That's unbelievable.

What's that?

Meth. These rich kids, they're into everything these days.

Drug arrests have doubled in the last six months.

Okay. Well...

Thanks for your help.

Uh, what about blood spatter?

Did you find any on the beach or on the suspect?

No. But w-why would I even look? K?

I mean, we got the guy.

Yeah, I-I'm sure we will.

He had the victim's wallet.

Right.

Y-you know, he could've found that wallet on the beach.

Are you questioning my judgment, Mr. Castle?

I...

Think we got the guy. Right.

Good night. Good night.

All right. Come on. Let's go.

Move.

What kind of cold-blooded killer

takes a nap on the beach after shooting someone?

Castle, I'm on vacation.

If I wanted to investigate a murder,

I would've stayed in the city.

The guy died in my backyard.

It's not our case.

Still, you have to admit, as cases go, it's pretty weak.