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Ghosts

Basic Details[edit]

Season 1, Episode 8 (8)

Original Air Date - April 27, 2009

Summary[edit]

Castle and Beckett investigate the murder of a woman found drowned in a bathtub of motor oil at a transient hotel. But when they uncover a dark secret about the woman’s past, they must unravel a 20-year-old mystery with the help of a true crime journalist who may have been stalking the victim. Meanwhile, Beckett puts her poker face to the test as she squares off against Castle, with her money and pride at stake.

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Credits[edit]

Main Cast[edit]

Guest Cast[edit]

  • Joanne Kelly - Lee Wax
  • Alex Carter - Michael Goldman
  • Jillian Armenante - Susan Mailer
  • Dan Castellaneta - Judge Markway
  • Joseph C. Phillips - The Mayor
  • Susan Ruttan - Eleanor Pike
  • Van Epperson - Postal Clerk
  • Michael Edwin - Night Desk Clerk
  • Fred Koehler - Adam Pike
  • Jack Forbes - Sam Pike
  • Keith Diamond - Jared Swanstrom

Director[edit]

Writer[edit]

Quotes[edit]

Martha: Oh, phooey! It's only...It's not even midnight.
Castle: Some people have jobs to go to in the morning.
Martha: Oh, my son, the working stiff.

Castle: Actually, Mother's game isn't really Texas Hold 'Em. It's strip poker. Keeps things humming along, if you know what I mean.
Martha: Well, frankly, I prefer strip because even when you lose, you win.

Martha: But it's after midnight!
Ryan: Murder never sleeps, Ms. R.
Esposito: Yeah, and neither do we.

Esposito: Look at him, all excited.
Beckett: Yeah, like a kid at Christmas.
Ryan: With a dead body under the tree.

Beckett: What about tonight? Anyone strange coming in or going out?
(The clerk shakes his head as a tranny hooker saunters past.)
Tranny Hooker: Hey, Bill.
Night Clerk: Jasmine. How's it hanging?
Castle: I think you just described half their clientele.

Ryan: Maybe Castle was right. Maybe this is about sex.
Esposito: The lady was a soccer mom.
Castle: Come by my daughter's school at about 3:30. The place is like happy hour.

Castle: Maybe it was someone she already knew from the city. Someone who reminded her of when times were good, before she had to give up that cute apartment with the partial river view.
Esposito: Someone who was slipping her a little cash while he was slipping her something else.
Castle: Yeah. Allison Goldman wouldn't have some cheap affair. This person would have had to have meant something to her. Someone who cared for her. Someone who listened to her. Only now, he wanted a little more in return for his...investment; something she wasn't willing to do.
Esposito: Like leave her husband.
Ryan: And when she wouldn't, then he got violent.
Esposito: Yep.
Beckett: You know, I feel so stupid. Here I am, looking for evidence, and all I had to do was just make something up. So, this imaginary boyfriend-killer, do you think that he has an imaginary address?

Martha: Trust me on this one, kiddo. When a woman marries a man and doesn't bother to tell him who she is for twenty years...She's a criminal. Mata Hari. Shady lady.
Castle: Or in other words, a very good actress.

Castle: Yeah. Captain, the mayor, and Judge Markway. You know, your boss, your boss's boss, and the guy that signs your warrants. Or would that make you nervous? I mean, I wouldn't want to throw your game, but I also don't want you to feel patronized.
Beckett: Just set it up. And prepare to get your ass kicked.

Castle: Look who's stalking.

Castle: Remind me if I ever decide to write a memoir, to never write a memoir.
Beckett: Okay…Why not?
Castle: Because memoirs are about the truth, and I'm not a very truthful person. It'd be too easy to make myself look good.
Beckett: Might be harder than you think.

Castle: Alright, Detective Beckett. I'm all in. Oh, what's the matter? You afraid of a little action?
Judge Markway: Oh, do us a favor, Detective. Beat his pants off.
Castle: Yes, please. Beat my pants off, if you dare.
Capt. Montgomery: Beckett, do me proud.
Judge Markway: To hell with ‘proud.’ Make him cry like a little girl.

Castle: Her body was never found.
Beckett: Yeah. Because she was vaporized in the explosion.
Castle: Well, maybe she was thrown clear.
Esposito: Well, then, she would've been badly burned and would've needed care.
Ryan: And no one matching her description ever checked into area hospitals.
Castle: Mere details, my good man.
Beckett: Um, around here, we call them 'facts.
Castle: Well then, let's go get us some 'facts.'

Castle: Actually, who needs a happy ending when you have a story with people pretending to be dead, living under assumed names, plotting fake suicides, and murder for revenge?
Beckett: You know, I'm glad to see that you're entertained. I, however, have to call Michael Goldman and let him know that his late wife was a sociopath.
Castle: But you also get to call Jared Swanstrom and tell him that he's no longer responsible for Susan Mailer's death. Matter of fact, Susan Mailer's still alive.
Beckett: Which is why Cynthia's now dead.
Castle: Wow. You are all about the cloud, aren't you? Never the silver lining.

Castle: Now we’re even. So what do you say to a little showdown? Head-to-head. Toe-to-toe. Winner-take-all. Mano a mujer.
Beckett: Hand to woman?
Castle: Whatever it takes.
Beckett: (Leans in close) You’re on.
Castle: No mercy.
Beckett: I’m gonna make you hurt.
Castle: Oh, you’re gonna get hurt.
Beckett: What are we playing for?
Castle: Pride. Or clothing…
Beckett: I think I gotta a bag of gummy bears.

Full Episode Recap[edit]

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Victims[edit]

1989 tanker bombing incident:
Jared Swanstrom built the bomb
Susan Mailer and Cynthia Dern snuck it on board the ship
Susan Mailer allegedly set the bomb and was thought to have been killed in the explosion
The Captain of the ship, Sam Pike, was still on board and was paralyzed in the explosion

Who: Allison Goldman, married to Michael Goldman, early 40's , a.k.a. Allison Porter (who died in 1963), real name, Cynthia Dern
Found: In an SRO (Single Residence Occupancy), transient housing, on Henry Street, in a Bathtub filled with motor oil
Where Killed: in the bathroom
How: Drowning. During a struggle with the killer, she slipped and hit her head on the sink, then the killer put her in the bathtub that was already filled with oil

Killer: Susan Mailer aka Mary Wright
Motive: Self Defense. Allison was attempting to kill Susan.

Attempted Murderer: Allison Goldman
Motive: Money and to clear her name. She was working on a book about a 1989 terrorist bombing of a tanker ship in protest to the Exxon Valdez disaster. Allison was going to "go public" with her "true" story of what really happened on the ship (after Susan's remorseful suicide was discovered.
Tried to Kill: Susan Mailer
How: Allison had already filled the tub with oil, had spiked a glass of wine with a sleeping pill and was going to put Susan's body in the tub to drown

Morally Responsible for Allison Goldman's Death (according to Castle): Lee Wax, author of several true crime books. She was the ghost writer for Allison Goldman's memoir. While researching the bombing, Lee had managed to let all of the players know that she was in contact with Allison (Cynthia) and hoped one of them would go to the cops and get Cynthia arrested. Then she could write the story she wanted to without Cynthia's restrictions.

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