06x16 - Room 147

[bunniefuu]

We don't get too many transfers
to this place.

Where are 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?
- (CELL PHONE 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 don't like you
living in that place alone.

Dad, it's fine. I can handle it.

I gotta go. I have an early class.

(KISSES)

And we have an early m*rder.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

You know, 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) Yeah, 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 their checkout?

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 g*nsh*t 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 sh*t?

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 k*ller 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 sh*t,

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)

I found the desk clerk
who checked in Justin Marquette.

Something was up with this guy.

JANE: Uh, Mr. Marquette
came in 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 cell phone
registered to Justin Marquette.

So the one we saw in the video
must be a second, secret one.

Which the k*ller took
to hide their identity.

So who is this guy,
why a second phone,

and why room 147?

Didn't get much
from the hotel security video.

Coverage is sketchy
and there are no cameras

in the hallway outside Justin's room.

Did you get a hold 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 "offs."

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, 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 it gave him more time
to spend with me.

Any idea what he would be doing
at the Best Traveler hotel last night?

No. A hotel? 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 that I know of. No.

Was there anyone in his life
that might've 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?

Uh-uh. 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 k*lled him.

Are you confessing?

Just give me some paper.
I wanna write it all down.

Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS)

Eleven 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.

No, the manager ID'd her,

and he said that she split the bill
with another guy, her AA 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 k*ller.

Then why is she confessing?

Not so boring after all.

So, Anita Miller is confessing
to the m*rder, 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
k*lled 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.

I knocked on the door,
and 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 g*n.

He turned around to give me the water,

and I sh*t him.

I sh*t 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 k*ll him?

I'm an alcoholic.

He was responsible for my drinking.

How was he responsible?

(SIGHS) I don't know. 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?

Mmm-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.

Now, no one at the hotel
saw Anita last night,

and Tech can't find her
on any of the security cam footage.

This doesn't make any sense.

She knows details about our crime
that only our k*ller could know.

What about Forensics?
Did CSU come up with anything?

In a hotel room in New York City?
Ugh.

They found all kinds of fun stuff,

but nothing that tied Anita back
to room 147.

RYAN: Yeah, well,
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. Whatever it is,

it can't be any crazier than
what we're already dealing with.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Okay. 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 m*rder.

Or why she k*lled
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?

Emails, calendars, her diary.
And let's see

if we can find anything there
that'll connect her to our victim.

Yeah, 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 g*n, no bloody clothes,

nothing that links Anita back
to that crime scene or to Justin.

Maybe not, but check out her datebook.

Some pages have been ripped out,
including all of the last two weeks.

Two weeks? Wait a minute.

That's how long Anita said
she's been feeling blurry.

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
is 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 k*ll 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 dr*gs.

It's possible she experienced

a traumatic event which caused
some sort of retrograde amnesia.

So, traumatic, like k*lling someone?

Potentially. I'm gonna do a full workup.

I'll know more
when the results come back.

Thank you, Doctor.

So, Anita Miller believes
she k*lled 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 m*rder

and she has intimate knowledge
of the crime.

So, look, clearly,
we haven't explained everything, but...

But you believe she k*lled 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 m*rder.

I k*lled Justin Marquette.

I'd say something just changed.

Yeah, it was me. Don't get me wrong.
I mean, it's not like I'm proud of it.

Did I hear right? Another person
has confessed to this m*rder?

Yeah, but I just think
he's some kind of attention seeker.

Yeah, so far the confession's
just a rehash of the news report.

Mr. Carson, do you realize

that making false statements
to the police is a crime?

No, I'm telling you the truth.

I k*lled 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 and...

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 went to the fridge,
and that's when I pulled out my g*n.

He turned around,
and I sh*t 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 k*ll him?

- Why?
- Yeah.

'Cause I was angry.

I got anger issues, you know?

When I saw him,
I was just so filled with rage.

Because he did what to you?

That's the part I'm not too clear on.

The last couple of weeks
have been just kind of hazy.

How did you know the victim?

I don't know that I do.

Okay.
(INHALES SHARPLY)

He filled you with rage
and you don't know him?

Why did you go to room 147
in the first place?

- 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 DA 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 k*lled Justin.

Well, he's lying.
I k*lled 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 k*lled Justin.

They both know details
about the m*rder

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 sorry.
I just... I thought that you...

No, they're psychically linked!

And not just to each other,
but to the actual k*ller.

So 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.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Who's that?

Oh, uh, it's nobody.
Nothing, 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 k*lling Justin Marquette.

No!

All right, this is now
officially outstanding.

Hey, you guys need to see this.

Wait, I need to confess!

Yeah, take a number.

Once we realized that someone might
have 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 ID'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'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 wanna hear my confession?

Best Traveler hotel, room 147,

Justin offered you water
and then you sh*t him.

How did you know?

Beckett. Just like the one Anita drew.

Dwight, what does that symbol mean?

(STAMMERING) I don't know,
it's just been stuck in my head lately.

But what difference does that make?
I sh*t 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 been...

Confused recently,
like, the last two weeks?

Dwight, think. This is important.

It was last Tuesday, around noon.

I was coming home
from assertiveness training

and that van was parked on
Houston Street outside my apartment.

There are traffic cams on Houston.
They might've caught a plate number.

Seriously? I k*lled someone
and all you care about is a van?

All right, Tech 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.

- (CELL PHONE 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 are 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 wanna move back,

and I wanna make sure that
one of those reasons isn't me.

Oh, no. No, no, it's not you at all.

Are you sure?

'Cause the last thing I wanna 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 isn't necessary.

Your dad loves you.
He worries about you.

I think your penance is paid.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(SIGHS) I'm sorry. I have to go.

Uh, just think about it, okay?

I'll see you.

Bye.

(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 EHI,

or Eternal Horizons Institute.

And what is that?

Well, to quote their website,

"EHI 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 were
satisfied customers.

In 2005, three of those followers d*ed
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 Transpersonal 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 Horizons 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've been a part
of whatever the hell this thing is.

That's our connection.

Except when we asked each of them,
they all denied being members.

Yeah, but they also said
that they k*lled Justin Marquette,

and we know that that's not true either.

So where is this EHI?

Right here in the city. Midtown.

This case is exceeding
even my lofty expectations.

An impossible m*rder 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 EHI.
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.

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, 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 EHI 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 m*rder 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 EHI.

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 EHI 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...

Right this way.

Bauer was right. The judge turned
us down for a search warrant.

You really think EHI's grand poobah
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 EHI 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
to EHI to treat.

But they all claim that they didn't.

But what if they did?

What if they did,
but something made EHI want

to eliminate any record
of their involvement?

Torn datebook pages, wiped calendars.

Maybe that's why Madsen
went to their apartments,

to erase any trace
of their connection to EHI.

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 you're saying that

a glorified self-help group
can erase people's memories.

- How?
- With dr*gs.

Anita Miller's tests came back.

I 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'd
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.
- (CELL PHONE RINGS)

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

Outstanding!

This is straight out of Inception!

Someone planted the memory
of the m*rder in all three of their heads,

while erasing any knowledge
of their connection to EHI.

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 m*rder

without actually being there.

Maybe they were there,
just not in person.

What if Justin's k*ller filmed the m*rder
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 m*rder,

then that makes all three
of them witnesses.

With details of the crime
that could lead to our real k*ller.

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 m*rder.

We just need you to tell us
everything you remember

about being in that hotel room,

down to the last overheard whisper
or a 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 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.

- Uh-uh. There were six.
- I remember five, too.

- See?
- I know what I saw.

(CHUCKLES) But 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 are 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 these
several people who sh*t 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
m*rder, then what did they see?

Something that happened
at another Best Traveler hotel.

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 EHI.

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 EHI 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 m*rder
that EHI 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 EHI 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?

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!

OFFICER: 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 IP address.

Local? As in Manhattan?

- As in inside this building.
- Where?

You can't go back there.
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 k*ll Justin.
I hired him as an actor.

DIRECTOR: And action.

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)

(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 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 sh**ting them dead.

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 started to believe
they'd actually k*lled Justin.

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 EHI?

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 m*rder.

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 is targeting us.

Someone who knew about that tape
and knew they could use it against us.

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.

EDDIE: Roger that.

Detective Beckett.

Do you have news about Justin's case?

We do.

We now believe that Justin was k*lled
because of a video that he acted in.

A video?

It was made for
an organization called EHI.

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 d*ed,

he was texting someone on a flip phone,
presumably his k*ller.

BECKETT: When we looked into
the phone records,

there were texts,
supposedly from EHI 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 EHI
dropped by and wanted him to have it.

But it wasn't EHI that sent those texts.
It was you.

You lured him to that hotel
and then you k*lled him.

Wait, this is crazy.

Justin was my friend.
Why would I do that?

We checked your background, Pam.

One of the men that was k*lled

in that EHI sweat lodge initiation
was Alan Clark.

Your brother.

EHI 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 k*lling 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?

EHI 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 m*rder,

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 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 walked up to room 147
and knocked on the door...

If I have to hear that confession
one more time,

I'm gonna sh**t somebody.

Here's a little something
to help you forget.

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?

(SIGHS) Dad, can I come home?

Come here.

(CHUCKLES)

Thanks.