This is what you wanted.
Now, please, let me go.
Whoops.
You know, once you clean that up,
maybe we could go for a, um, round...
three?
Whoa.
You do not have to tell me twice, or should I say thrice?
Good morning, my darlings!
Mother, I really wish you would call before you came over.
Well, I don't want to risk interrupting you two love birds
in the middle of you know what, and it looks like I have
interrupted you in the middle of you know...
what and with a melon.
My, my. Not judging, but room temperature.
- Mother. - I...
What... What is it you want?
I want for my son to grant me a very simple wish.
Now, it seems that my publisher says
that for my self-help book to make the best-seller list,
I need a celebrity endorsement
and not just any celebrity endorsement...
the endorsement of endorsements.
Mother, I would be happy to write something for your book.
Oprah.
I need Oprah.
Uh, do you even know Oprah?
No, I do not.
Well, you must know someone who knows Oprah, but...
If I promise to try, will you leave?
Poof. I am gone.
Oh, you know, it's so funny, darling,
'cause I have that same negligee,
but, of course, it's in a little tiger print,
so it's
Well, resume your lovemaking, darling.
Mwah!
Uh...
Beckett.
Oh!
Hey, Ryan and Espo have caught a homicide.
You want to join them?
Why? Got a crime scene right here.
My mother just killed the mood.
Uh-huh. Yeah, okay, baby. I'll call you later.
Reception's terrible in here.
Hey.
Early morning or late night?
Oh! Both.
Jenny can't sleep, which, in her crazy,
nine-month-pregnant logic, means... out of solidarity...
I'm not allowed to sleep, either.
Oh, well, could be worse.
You could be granted the eternal sleep
like our victim, whose name is?
Lars Cross.
He's a sonar technician for an oil exploration company.
Yeah, Chesapeake Energy.
Apparently, he was doing an overseas job for them in Turkey,
but he got fired for missing too much work.
According to his passport,
he only got back to the States three days ago.
If he was just fired, how could he afford
all those wonderful, new toys?
That's nothing.
Got a brand-new Porsche 911 downstairs
that he apparently paid cash for,
and he just leased a safe-deposit box
at a bank down the street.
Well, detectives, I deduce that our victim's
sudden influx of cash had something to do
with the fact that... He has no head!
Dudes, seriously, give a guy a heads up.
- Make way, Castle! - Oh!
Time of death... between 10:00 p.m. and midnight.
Lars was strapped to that chair with duct tape.
Perimortem bruising indicates that he was tortured
before the killer decapitated him with...
Sword!
A Turkish scimitar?!
Ah! I checked... no fingerprints.
It's from the victim's collection.
Apparently, Lars is really into the Middle East.
Oh, a region known for its sordid history of beheading.
And yet...
Lars was beheaded here in Manhattan.
Hmm.
Perhaps Lars made the mistake
of telling the king the ending of the story.
Am I right?
"1001 Arabian Nights."
Truly, I am shocked.
How is it that none of you know the story
of "1001 Arabian Nights"?
We weren't nerds in high school.
Fair enough. Lucky for you, class is now in session.
In the story "1001 Arabian Nights,"
a jealous king would sleep with a new young maiden every night,
then have her beheaded so no other men could have her.
So, it's a story about a misogynistic serial killer?
No. Well, yes, but no.
In the story, to stop the bloodshed,
a young maiden by the name of Scheherazade
wove a fascinating tale for the king,
but she refused to tell him the ending,
forcing him to keep her alive till the next night
so she could finish the story.
She told him a new story every night for 1001 nights
till finally, the king married her,
which really says a lot about the power of a good storyteller.
Yet tells us nothing about why our victim was killed.
Or does it?
Our victim was tortured
because like the killer, like the king, wanted something.
Well, our victim's sister is meeting me in the precinct.
Maybe she can shed some light on what that thing was.
I'll pull a warrant for Lars' new safe-deposit box,
see if there's a clue as to what our killer was after.
Oh.
This is Oprah's assistant.
Um, I'll take this.
Uh, you guys...
head out without me.
I'll...
be heading to the precinct in just a little while.
Guys, these are comedy gold.
Seriously. Hello?
- Not funny. - You're breaking up. I can't hear you.
- I know. - Just one second.
Are you getting reception?
Thank you. Hello?
Yes.
Well, actually, it's not about one of my books.
It's about my mother's.
No, I-I only wish I was joking.
- Are you a cop? - Geez!
I don't recognize you,
and I've lived in this building for years.
I'm actually with the cops.
I can send you the manuscript?
I know who the killer is.
Can you... Uh, Can you h-hold... hold one moment?
It was Lars' ex-boyfriend, Mark.
Last night around 9:00, Mark was banging on Lars' door,
said Lars owed him money and that he better pay up or else.
H-H-Hang on.
Uh, c-can I call you right...
Hello?
Shoot.
All right, where were...
we?
Where'd she go?
Ms. Cross, your brother appears to have come into
a great deal of money upon his return to the country,
but we checked his financials,
and there's no record where it came from.
Do you have any idea?
None.
I know for a fact he was broke when he left for Turkey.
Did he have any enemies at home or abroad?
No.
He got along with everyone.
Ever his ex-boyfriend, Mark?
According to Castle, a neighbor overheard
Lars' ex yelling outside of his apartment last night.
Did your brother owe him money?
Mark helped pay for Lars' tuition at Columbia.
Lars never paid him back, did he?
No. They broke up.
In fact, getting away from Mark was the main reason
he took that job in Turkey.
So, Mark, you used to date Lars.
Well, according to these reports,
he called the cops on you
over a dozen times in the past year.
I sometimes get overly dramatic.
- Ah. - What can I do?
I am a Pisces, but I am over Lars, and I moved on.
Not according to a witness
who saw you threatening him last night.
Oh. Yes.
I threatened him... a lot.
All right, I gave him 20 grand to get his degree,
and what thanks do I get?
He dumps me and leaves the country.
And now he's back two months later,
rolling around in a Porsche, so, yeah.
I went a little mental.
Sure, if by going "a little mental,"
you mean torturing and killing your ex.
What?
Lars is... is dead?!
Oh, my...
Y-You think I did it?
Oh, G...
Lars was the love of my life.
I-I could never just...
Look, Lars was alive when I left him.
I swear to you.
What time was that?
9:30?
I Ubered up town.
I-I met some friends at a bar
and drank away my sorrows till 2:00 a.m.
All right, let's just, uh, suppose
that you are telling the truth.
What happened at Lars'?
He let me in, apologized for everything,
and said he just needed a day to get the cash to pay me b...
Wait. He was telling the truth?
The truth about what?
He was acting all paranoid.
He had smuggled something back from Turkey,
and his partner thought he had double-crossed him.
Whoa, whoa. Hold on. What partner?
I don't know. I don't know.
Honestly, I just thought he was making it all up
so Th-that he wouldn't have to pay me.
I bet that pissed you off, huh?
Well, no.
I... Well, yeah, i-it did, but I didn't kill him!
All right, I just took his laptop as collateral.
Is that why he was killed?
We're gonna need that laptop.
Mark's alibi checks out here. He was telling the truth.
So, what do you think Lars was smuggling?
Well, he was in Turkey,
which is the heroin pipeline from Afghanistan.
- Hmm. No. Wasn't drugs. - Why not?
Because Lars was beheaded by a scimitar.
Well, the storyteller inside me
craves an explanation for more...
- Farfetched? - Yeah.
Pirate's booty? Cold fusion?
- Alien cadavers? - No.
Those are all ridiculous theories.
Did you say "alien cadavers," though?
Because I saw a documentary once...
Hey, Castle, um, what was the name
of that woman that you interviewed... Lars' neighbor?
I didn't get her name.
I think my UNIs forgot to put her statement in this file.
I swear, most of my time
is spent checking people's paperwork.
You're suffering from a little buyer's remorse.
Yeah, it's one of life's cruel jokes.
You get exactly what you wished for,
only to find that it wasn't what you wanted at all.
No, I love being a captain.
It's just, sometimes it feels like
I'm more of a kindergarten teacher.
- I'm a sergeant. - Get out of my way.
I just broke this case wide open.
Actually, I did, so I'll go first.
No, I think I'll go first.
Mine's bigger than yours.
You wish, pal.
Guys...
play nice... indoor voices.
Espo goes first.
See, she knows.
So, I opened Lars' safe-deposit box
and found 400 G's in cash.
Gots to be drug money. Beat that.
Easy... got Lars' encrypted laptop from Mark,
found out what he was smuggling,
and it wasn't drugs.
What?
No. Lars wasn't a drug dealer.
He was a tomb raider.
R-Ryan, can you zoom in on that, please?
I've seen that symbol.
Yes, uh at Lars' apartment.
You remember there was all those books on "1001 Arabian Nights."
I think that symbol...
...was on one of the books.
Yes. Here it is.
The Seal of Solomon.
"The Seal of Solomon was believed to be imbued
with mystical powers,
including the ability to seal genies into lamps.
In the tale of 'Aladdin and the Magic Lamp, '
Aladdin finds a lamp containing a genie in a cave.
Many people believe this cave
was actually King Solomon's tomb,
which is most likely located
near the border of Syria and Turkey."
You guys, you know what this means?
Oh, please, no.
Come on. The money, the Porsche.
Lars wished for them, and his wishes were granted...
And here we go.
...by a genie!
Lars found Aladdin's lamp!
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Perfect! Thank you, Diane.
- Guys? - Yeah?
Look at this.
These books from Lars' apartment on "1001 Arabian Nights,"
they all have handwritten notes in them.
This one has... maps drawn in it.
This one has his theories of where King Solomon is buried.
These books were his research that he used
in conjunction with his skills as a sonar engineer
to unearth King Solomon's tomb...
Yeah, we're with you on that.
...and find the magical lamp with the genie in it.
That's where you lose us, Castle.
The only thing magical about that lamp
is the millions of dollars that private collectors
are willing to pay for it.
Come on, Castle.
you don't really believe in genies, do you?
I believe that until I hear a more viable theory
as to where Lars got all that money
that this is the best theory I've got.
So, a genie is your best explanation?
Not that Lars sold one of the items in Turkey
before smuggling the rest back here?
Okay, it's a... pretty good theory.
Or that Lars double-crossed his partner,
and that's probably where all the cash came from.
Fine. That's a good theory, too.
No, no, no. That's... That's better than good.
It explains why the killer tortured him.
If it was his partner, then he would've wanted
to find out what happened to the antiquities.
We'll look into Lars' time in Turkey,
see if we can dig up a connection to his partner.
Okay.
My money... it's whoever took those pictures.
Yeah.
What do you got there?
The woman who wrote this book, Dr. Marion Baker,
she's a professor of Middle Eastern literature
at Hudson University.
We should go talk to her.
Knowing more about the lamp
will help us figure out why Lars was killed for it.
You just want to find out more about genies and wishes.
Well, yeah.
Fine, go ahead. Meet with Dr. Baker.
Maybe she can talk some sense into you.
Your wish is my command.
Smoke!
And he's gone.
Okay, now I'm gone.
Oh... my...
King Solomon's tomb. Remarkable.
It's arguably the greatest discovery in the last 50 years.
Now, this, Dr. Baker, is what I need your expertise with.
Certainly.
Oh, you see these grooves.
They indicate it was a wheel-made lamp
versus the mold-based ones that became so popular in the '40s...
Uh, fascinating, Doctor, but can you skip ahead
to the part where King Solomon seals a genie inside of it?
Ah.
Did Sidney put you up to this?
Who's Sidney?
The schmuck I beat out for tenure.
Dr. Baker, I do not know Sidney.
This is not a joke. I am very serious.
But you're acting as if you believe in genies.
Doctor, it's not an act.
Well, the story of "Aladdin and the Magic Lamp"
is a romantic metaphor, nothing more.
Of course, but what if... and I... and I'm only saying
what if the legend of genies were based in fact?
Well, I certainly hope it isn't. Genies are frightful creatures.
You're saying they're not cheery '60s housewives
or singing blue cartoons?
I'll put it to you like this.
In Arabic, they use the same word for "demon"
as they do for "genie."
They're dangerous, capricious tricksters
who appear and disappear in gentle breezes
or a whirlwind of dust.
Now, what if the master of the lamp is killed
before the wishes are granted?
Well, then the masterless genie
would be separated from its lamp.
Like a Japanese ronin samurai?
Exactly, but the genie would be forced
to wander the earth until a new master rubs the lamp.
Tell me more, Dr. Baker.
Oh, sure... for the low, low price of $19.95.
Buy my book.
You don't give your stories away for free, Mr. Castle,
and neither do I.
So, if, uh, you'll excuse me, I have a class to teach.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Dad, what are you thinking?
Lars found the lamp,
and, clearly, he rubbed it,
but that makes him the genie's master, right?
But if no one has rubbed the lamp since
and I were to discover it...
then that would make me the genie's new master.
Okay.
Let's just pretend that all this is real.
You do realize that if Lars was the genie's master,
it didn't work out so well for him in the end.
What are you saying?
Be careful what you wish for.
It just might come true.
And in this case, it might just get you killed.
I could really use a genie right now.
I would wish that my kid was already born
and sleeping through the night.
Bro, fatherhood has made you so damn boring.
If I had a wish,
I'd use it to become the top MMA fighter in the world
and take home a different hot chick every single night.
Okay, now that I think about it...
I would wish...
that I could be a Broadway star.
Play Jean Valjean in front of sold-out crowds,
win a bunch of Tonys.
You'd wish to wear tights
and sing show tunes for a living?
You'd wish to wear Speedos
and grapple sweaty men for a living?
And hook up with a different hot chick every night.
- Don't forget that part. - You know what I wish?
That my detectives would actually get some work done for a living.
While the two of you were on Fantasy Island,
I found a lead.
Mike Harlin.
He's a surface driller for Chesapeake Energy.
That is the same company that Lars worked for.
He was also on the same plane as Lars from Turkey to New York.
He's got to be Lars' partner.
I pinged his cellphone. It's disconnected.
He's making a run for it.
And if he tortured the location of the antiquities
out of Lars...
Then there's a good chance
that he's gonna grab them and try to disappear for good.
Alexis?
You.
Hey.
You broke into my office?
No, the redhead let me in.
Said I could wait inside.
You went through my desk.
To look for a pen to write you a note.
Wow, you are a very distrusting person.
Yes, I get that way when I'm lied to.
Now, I don't know who you are,
but you sure as hell are not Lars' neighbor. I'm calling the police.
If you do, I'm out that door.
And you'll never know how powerful of an ally I can be.
All right, you got one minute to convince me. Go.
My name is Lindsay Dillon.
I'm a journalist researching a story
about looted antiquities.
A source in Turkey hinted
that Lars may have discovered King Solomon's tomb,
so I decided to keep tabs on him.
That's when I overheard the fight he had
with his ex-boyfriend.
So, why not tell the police? Why lie?
Because when you've got a dead body,
a story about stolen relics turns from a back-page snoozer
to a front-page lead just like that.
And though I wanted to be helpful
to your murder investigation...
If you made an official statement,
every reporter would hear about your story,
and you'd lose your exclusive.
See? I knew you'd get it.
That doesn't explain why you broke into my office un...
Unless you have another lead.
We're both writers.
Let's help each other out.
Only you've got to keep me as your anonymous source.
- Deal? - Deal.
What do you got?
Lars was working with a guy named Mike Harlin.
Yeah, we know about him already, but he's missing,
unless you know where he's been hiding?
No. But I do know that Harlin used an alias while in Turkey.
Al Aiden.
This is great.
I'm gonna call this in.
Al Aiden.
Aladdin!
Yeah, that's cute.
Beckett.
Hey, I have a lead for you.
It's the... Uh...
hang on a second.
Stop that woman.
What woman?
T-The blonde woman. The woman who just...
How did she get past you?
Yeah, Cap, front desk confirmed an Al Aiden
checked into room 57 this morning.
We're on our way to the room now.
- Mike Harlin? - Oh!
NYPD!
Hey, away from the window now!
- Okay! Okay! - Get on your knees right now!
Okay! Okay. Chill, man.
Interlace your fingers behind your head.
All right.
I knew she'd lead you to me.
Who? What are you talking about?
The genie, man!
She's out to get me.
Genie are evil.
And their wishes bring about nothing but misery.
Uh-huh. I see what's happening here.
The, uh, wandering ronin genie is angry with Harlin
for killing her master.
That's why she prevented him from finding the lamp.
Yeah, Castle, the man is either delusional
or he's laying the groundwork for some B.S. insanity plea.
What's your excuse?
Let's talk about Lars
and how you chopped his head off with a sword.
No, no, no, no, no. I didn't kill him.
Okay, I was at my mom's birthday party when he got murdered.
Man, check it out!
I'm sure whoever took Lars' head off is coming for mine next.
Really? Why is that?
I know too much.
Me and Lars, we met on the job in Turkey.
Okay?
And then one day...
after a sonar search for oil pockets, Lars came to me.
He was all excited.
Because he found the location of King Solomon's tomb,
and you use your skills as an excavator to help him dig it out.
No, no, it wasn't that easy.
We needed money to do it safely, okay?
So Lars, he found some guy.
He offered us 250Ks each in cash to do the dig.
The catch was, if we found something,
well, Lars had to ship it to the guy who's here in New York.
Okay, so, who is this financier?
I don't know.
Look, the money was too good, so I didn't ask any questions.
I-I-I wish I did, though, 'cause opening that tomb
was the worst thing that had happened to us.
I mean the moment we took that lamp,
that genie unleashed its vengeance, man.
You can't honestly be trying to tell us that you saw a genie.
No, but genies can choose to appear or not to appear to anyone they want.
That's true.
Professor Baker told me that,
and she's a doctor, so...
Look, guys, I didn't believe in genies, either, okay?
Until my life fell apart.
I found my girlfriend in bed with my roommate,
and then I stayed with my mom,
and my mom accidentally threw out the duffel bag
with my 250 G's!
You know, and when I think that things,
they... they can't get any worse,
I found out that Lars got his head lopped off,
and now that genie... that crazy, evil genie...
is after me, man! I know it!
Okay, Harlin, I'm gonna have to get you off the crazy train
that you're riding on right now.
Yeah, we know that the shipment got screwed up
and... and you suspected that Lars double-crossed you.
What? No.
No, Lars did not double-cross me.
He got double-crossed by the shipper.
Okay, well, really, the smuggler.
You can't just walk past customs with priceless relics
and expect no one to notice, right?
So, Lars hired a guy back in Turkey to ship the items back?
What was his name? I don't know.
I do know. Hold on.
I do... I do know
that he lied to the shipper, okay?
He told him it was just mining equipment.
The only thing was that one from his crew
jimmied the crate and, uh, found the artifacts.
Let me guess. The shipper started seeing dollar signs?
Yeah, and then he demanded 400 grand... in cash...
just to release the shipment.
That explains the cash that we found in Lars' safe-deposit box.
Right, but how the hell did Lars get his hands on
400,000 bucks?
Uh, don't... don't say that he wished for it.
He probably got the money from the financier.
But... But the one thing that doesn't make sense is,
if Lars already had the extortion money,
then why did the shipper kill him?
Uh, don't...
Do not say that it was to gain control of the genie.
I wasn't gonna.
Okay, I was.
But there is another possibility.
Maybe the shipper kept the treasure for himself.
Well, then why torture Lars?
I mean, what information could he possibly want
if he already had the artifacts?
Hey, guys, any leads on who the financier is?
No. Whoever paid for Lars' and Harlin's tomb raiding
made sure to cover their tracks.
Well, Harlin's alibi checked out.
Which means that this mystery shipper
is our prime suspect.
If he was extorting Lars,
he'd have plenty of motive for murder.
Okay, check in with customs.
Let's get a list of all of the ships
that have come in from Turkey in the last week.
If we can track down those antiquities,
that should lead us to the killer.
Hey, are you okay?
No. I've been doing some digging into that mystery blonde.
Uh... you mean the reporter?
She is no more a reporter than she was Lars' neighbor.
What? She lied to you again?
This is the real Lindsay Dillon,
a 65-year-old black woman living in Tallahassee.
Oh. So, what's this blonde's angle?
I wish I knew.
She lies out of one side of her mouth,
helps with the investigation out of the other.
It just doesn't make any sense.
Well, I mean, for all we know,
she could be working with the killer,
trying to steer us in the wrong direction.
Twice, she just vanished on me.
Vanished on me.
Castle?
Appearing and disappearing at will,
being both deceptive and helpful?
The mystery blonde is Lars' ronin genie,
wandering the earth, waiting for someone to find her lamp.
She's chosen to appear to me.
That's it. I'm cutting you off.
No, no, no, no, no. She's... She's given me clues, Beckett.
She wants me to find the lamp.
I think she wants me to be her new master.
And you know what I think?
You need to call me the next time you see her so I can question her.
I got to come up with a wish list.
Oh, my God. I have so many!
How am I gonna whittle it down to three?!
That's funny. I just have one.
What's that?
That my man would stop talking about
being some skeezy blonde's master
and would start talking about taking...
...his wife to bed.
Oh, well...
I don't need a genie...
to grant that wish.
Yo, hey, Cap, so, we cross-checked customs' records
with the date that Harlin said Lars shipped the antiquities.
One ship left port that day in Istanbul,
and the only cargo that it dropped off in New York
was a shipment to this man, Yuruk Sezen.
He runs a rug-import business with a storefront in SoHo.
So, obviously, he's our shipper.
Yeah, we're headed there now.
Hopefully, he still has the antiquities.
Including the, uh, magic lamp.
Uh, guys, guys?
If you find that lamp and Castle's not there,
I'm never gonna hear the end of it.
We'll have him meet us there.
Okay, great. Ooh, can you just...
can you make sure that he gets dibs on the first rub, please?
- Hm. - Mm-hmm.
Good. Thanks. I owe you.
Can't believe I said that.
NYPD!
Are you in here?!
Clear.
I'm clear.
Clear.
Looks like Yuruk skipped town.
Why are you playing with the carpets?
I'm checking if they're magic. Think about it.
Guys?
This carpet's bleeding.
Déjà vu.
Check out these bruises. Just like Lars.
Duct tape on his chest, wrists, and ankles.
Someone must have tied him up, too.
So, apart from the fully detached head,
the M.O.'s identical to Lars... tortured, then killed.
Well, clearly, Yuruk's not our killer.
Well, the true killer must have tortured Lars to get to Yuruk.
Then tortured Yuruk to get to those stolen antiquities.
This body's still warm. The killer was just here.
Castle, go call for backup.
- Wait for them out front. - Right.
Hey, Beckett. Yeah.
No, right now, they're securing the back.
All right. We'll be here.
The genie.
It's the genie.
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I knew it was you!
You... You are not who I thought you were.
I'm so sorry. Have a lovely day.
Ah, my back.
I'm gonna need that back.
Sure. Let me just dust it off.
Uh, ah-ah, hands!
Travis, hurry it up! We've got company!
- Who the hell are you? - Nobody.
- What are you doing here? - Nothing.
So you're nobody doing nothing?
Pleased to meet you. I...
would love to chat, but, uh, you are obviously busy
in whatever clearly legal endeavor you're engaged in.
- Are you a cop? - No, no, not a cop.
Good.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What if... What if I was a cop?
Either way, I'm gonna kill you.
You shoot me, I drop this,
and it breaks into a million pieces.
It's okay. I've got a dozen more.
But do they have a genie?
What are you, 5 years old?
I'm sorry, pal. I got to do what I got to do.
I really wish you wouldn't!
You are a genie!
Come on.
I... The lamp!
But your lamp! It's yours!
Leave it!
Couldn't you have just flown us out of there on a carpet?
What are you talking about?
You can't make carpets fly?
Can you?
I'm not a genie.
Neither am I.
Yeah, something a genie would say
because they're liars and tricksters.
By that logic,
any liar could be a genie.
Well, we've caught you now, and you're not going anywhere.
The cops are right over there.
And you're gonna tell us everything you know.
Come on!
By the time we put a net over the neighborhood,
the truck and the treasure were gone,
and because you didn't get a license plate,
we have little chance of finding them.
It all happened so fast.
Oh, right, and yet you did have time
to "creep over to the lamp, examine it,
get held at gunpoint, rub the lamp,
make a wish upon the lamp, and have a genie appear
in a puff of smoke and knock the 'woman thug'
over the head with a 2x4."
You forgot the part where it was dark and super dusty.
Castle, you're just lucky
that Lanie was able to pull DNA off Yuruk's body.
Did she manage to get a match?
No, but she was able
to determine that the killer was a female.
Most likely the woman holding me at gunpoint.
Or your magical, blond genie.
The one only Castle's seen.
Mm. Wait a minute.
So, neither of you believe me?
Oh, no, bro, I-I do believe you.
I actually... I was able to I.D. the genie
based on your description.
Good work.
Laugh it up, you guys. I still have two wishes left.
I'm not above using them for evil.
- Dad? - Ah, Alexis.
Good, great.
Tell these guys am I not crazy for believing in a genie.
And before you answer, remember, I spent six months
making an extra lunch for your imaginary friend.
- Really? - Guys, I was 7, but you're not crazy.
The mystery blonde is real.
Thank you!
But she's not a genie.
Her name is Genevieve Sutton.
She has an office on Second Avenue.
She's listed as a security consultant.
A fixer by the sound of it.
Now, how did you get this info, Alexis?
Well, after Dad left, I dusted his desk for prints.
Got a little help from Hayley,
who ran them through the DMV database, and voilà.
So she's not a genie?
Sorry.
Genevieve is short for "genie."
I-I mean, seriously, if she can grant wishes,
a-a-a driver's license, that would be a piece of cake.
Mm-hmm, but why would a genie want to do that?
Oh, seriously, who cares?
Make-believe time with Castle is over.
We're gonna bring in Genevieve and find out the real story.
Someone need some ice cream?
- Me. - Yeah.
Castle, what...
You may have everyone else fooled, but not me.
Castle, let me in.
I am your master.
I command you to tell me the truth.
- Castle! - Are you a genie or not?
Can you let her in?
Because you're seriously weirding me out.
I'm gonna take that as a maybe.
I would apologize,
but his behavior is the least of your worries.
You are accused of two homicides
and connected to the theft and trafficking
of millions of dollars in antiquities,
so your best bet is to start talking.
Look, I didn't kill anyone, and I was trying
to keep the relics from falling into the wrong hands.
And I would've, too, if I hadn't had to save your...
reality-challenged husband.
I prefer fantasy-augmented.
Uh, what do you mean by "wrong hands"?
Lars was hired to excavate the antiquities
in order to protect them.
Hired by who?
An anonymous benefactor. Let's call him Mr. X.
With the Syrian conflict threatening to spill over into Turkey,
Mr. X became concerned that Solomon's tomb would be destroyed
or worse, looted and the relics sold to fund terrorism.
And you know all of this how?
Mr. X retained my services in order to ensure
Lars recovered the artifacts from Yuruk.
But instead, Lars ended up dead.
Unfortunately.
The night that Lars was murdered,
I was pulled away on a false lead.
When I got back, the cops were everywhere.
So I targeted Mr. Castle
as a way to learn what the police knew.
I don't suppose you got the license plate of that truck
as you were... saving me?
No.
But I did before I saved you.
State police just found the truck.
We're tapped into a live feed from a rest stop outside of Rye.
We've got eyes on the truck.
Do you have confirmation of passengers?
Affirmative. Two passengers... male and female,
fitting the descriptions of the suspects.
Oh, hey, babe. Sorry, It's not really a good time right now.
What?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I-I will be right there.
Um, hey, guys...
Jenny's having the baby.
- Oh! - That's awesome, man.
Yeah, that's great! Go, go!
- Call me, bro. - Yeah!
Hold on. Suspects are exiting the truck.
Do we have a green light?
Affirmative.
NYPD! Get down! Guns, guns!
Captain, what's your status?
Male suspect is down. Medic is treating him now.
We have the female suspect in custody.
This is Captain Beckett. Is there anything in that truck?
Affirmative. I count 11 crates.
Genevieve said that there would be 12.
I bet I know which crate is missing.
Where's the lamp, Phoebe?
You've got one chance to help yourself here.
Now, we know you didn't kill Yuruk.
Traffic cams put you and the truck
on the other side of the city when he was murdered.
And that makes you and Travis little more than the hired help.
So I'd do myself a favor and start talking,
beginning with who you delivered the lamp to.
I might be hired help, but I ain't no rat.
I want a lawyer.
I know my rights.
DNA confirms that our killer's a woman
but someone with resources and connections,
not this flunky.
A killer who knew Lars, a woman who...
would risk losing the entire shipment
for the ultimate prize... the lamp.
And I know just the person to lead us to it.
Dr. Baker, thank you again for coming to see us.
Well, how could I resist
when you told me you found the genie from Aladdin's lamp?
That was a little bit of a white lie.
Yeah, see, we were looking back
over Lars' school records from Columbia.
It turns out he actually audited a class of yours
at Hudson University a few years back.
I have hundreds of students every year.
I'm afraid I can't remember all of them.
That's strange. Your T.A. remembers that you and Lars
would meet regularly during your office hours.
In fact, he said that you guys met the morning
that Lars returned from Turkey.
Now, Lars, I'm sure, shared the discovery
of the lamp with you, knowing that you
of all people would appreciate its value,
but what he wasn't counting on was your professional jealousy.
Why on earth would I be jealous?
You've been searching for King Solomon's tomb
for over 15 years.
We talked to the dean of your department.
He told us about your obsession.
How it ruined your marriage and nearly destroyed you.
That is not true.
Because you never found that tomb.
Now, that must have been a bitter pill to swallow,
knowing that Lars used all of your hard-earned research
to find something you never could.
And now he was gonna get all the fame and fortune
that you never would.
Mr. Castle, you really do have an overactive imagination.
You could no more prove that story you just spun
than you could prove that genies come out of lamps
and grant three wishes.
Actually, that's not true.
Uniforms searched your home.
They found the lamp.
I guess you're as good at hiding treasure
as you are at finding it.
Dr. Baker, you're under arrest for the murder of Lars Cross
and Yuruk Sezen.
You better watch out, Castle.
I may have to steal your blonde.
I still have two wishes left.
All the rubbing in the world's not gonna do you any good.
Can I get a "That's what she said"?
Oh, who's that?
Prince Khalid Hasheim of the Jordanian royal family.
He's here to bail out Genevieve.
Methinks we've found our mysterious Mr. X.
Prince Hasheim, I'm Captain Beckett.
This is Mr. Castle.
Or perhaps we should call you Mr. X?
Mr. X is my employer.
He paid me to protect the contents of Solomon's Tomb.
Right, well, I don't know this gentleman,
but anyone who helps protect the history of my region
is to be applauded.
Of course.
So, what's gonna happen
to the antiquities and the lamp now?
Well, I'm no expert, but given the way
that they entered the country
and their connection to a murder trial,
they'll be tied up in legal battles for years.
Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.
I'm sure that Mr. X will be very disappointed
considering he worked so hard to procure them.
I don't know about that, Captain.
If one wished to keep priceless history safe
from looters and terrorists,
there is no better place for them to wait out the conflict
than in the basement of the Smithsonian.
It was a pleasure meeting you both.
Come along, Genie.
Here we go again.
That... She was... That...
So, I just got off the phone with Ryan.
There's been some complications with Jenny's labor.
Hey.
Everything was normal, uh...
until Jenny started hyperventilating.
She lost consciousness.
Doctors think it might be a, uh, amniotic fluid embolism.
But they're... they're trying to stabilize her now...
so that, uh... they can deliver the baby.
We're here, bro, whatever you need.
Thanks.
I should get back in there.
Let's settle in.
Hey, so, um obviously, I don't believe
in genies or wishes, but just in case,
I was wondering if you could one of your wishes
for Jenny and the baby.
I already did.
Both of them.
Okay.
Hey.
Uh, doctors... they stabilized Jenny, and...
...she delivered a healthy baby boy.
- Yes! - Whoo!
What's his name?
- Oh. - His name is Nicholas...
Javier Ryan.
Aww.
Tell me you spelled it right on the birth certificate.
Aww, I want one, too.
So, if you see that, uh, genie again,
you mind telling her I said thank you?
Oh, I think I'm all done with genies.
What?
Why the change of heart?
Well, because of you, of course.
Oh, really?
So, after eight years, some of my common sense
has finally rubbed off on you?
No. No, no, no, nothing like that.
Um...
I have no need for genies simply because
I already have everything I could ever wish for.
I...
Right back at ya, handsome.
Oh, wait, um, so, you wouldn't even wish for
a working lightsaber?
Nope.
Okay. Transporter, like the ones in "Star Trek"?
You would never have to fly again.
I like flying.
Huh.
Time machine?
Only to go back and fall in love with you all over again.
Wow, that was a good answer.
I know, right?
Make way, Daddy.
How's Jenny?
Oh, she's exhausted.
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