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Home is Where the Heart Stops

Basic Details[edit]

Season 1, Episode 7 (7)

Original Air Date - April 20, 2009

Summary[edit]

When a wealthy socialite is found brutally murdered and stuffed inside a wall safe Castle and Beckett must determine who is orchestrating these violent robberies before they strike again. To catch this deadly thief Beckett must go way out of her comfort zone to enter Castle’s glamorous, paparazzi filled world as his date to a charity ball. Meanwhile, Castle seeks the counsel of a dangerous ex-jewel thief who had once threatened to kill him.

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Credits[edit]

Main Cast[edit]

Guest Cast[edit]

  • Patrick Bauchau - Caine Powell
  • Caterina Scorsone - Joanne Delgado
  • Nick Chinlund - Evan Mitchell
  • Joseph C. Phillips - Mayor
  • Katie Lowes - Rachel Maddox
  • Erik Van Wyck - Paul Reynolds
  • Michael Papajohn - Karl Nadir

Director[edit]

  • Dean White

Writer[edit]

Quotes[edit]

(Ryan sneezes)
Castle & Beckett: (Simultaneously) Bless you.
Castle: Jinx.
Beckett: What’s wrong with him?
Esposito: Goose down. He’s allergic.
Castle: I’m sorry, under the time honored rules of jinx, you’re not allowed to speak until I release you.
(Ryan sneezes again)
Castle & Beckett: (Simultaneously) Bless you.
Beckett: Reverse double jinx.
Castle: I just…
Beckett: Uh,uh, Castle. Mouth shut until I release you.

Esposito: Well, let's just say this one's definitely Beckett-flavored.

Castle: They used a pillow as a poor man’s sound suppressor.
(Beckett clears throat loudly)
Castle: Yes, I broke the jinx. I will buy you a soda later.

Castle: In a building like this? This part of town? You'd think she'd be safe. No pun intended. How often are people killed in neighborhoods like this?
Beckett: Same as anywhere else, Castle. Just the once.

Castle: How do they know what's in the safes? ‘Safes.’ Is that a word? Is it ‘saves’? That can't be right.
Esposito: And you write for a living?

Beckett: They didn't murder anyone until last week. That's when I got this case, and since then, we've been doing everything we can to-
Joanne: No, don't press conference me, Detective. Alright? I work in public relations. So you can save your speech, because I have heard them all. Alright? I'm the one who drafts all of that pathos after airline crashes and E. coli poisonings. ‘Our...Our hearts go out to the victims' families.’ Our hearts? I mean, what does that even mean? She said that she felt like baking. She wanted me to come over, but I was busy. I was busy. And now she's dead.
Beckett: Joanne, listen to me. You're going to want to play out every possible scenario in the next couple of days. If only you'd been there. If only you'd come by. If only you didn't work so late. And I'm telling you, it's not your fault. The ones to blame are the monsters that murdered your mom. This isn't a speech. It's not a platitude. It's a promise. I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that they pay for what they did.

Castle: Ryan and Esposito could not manage that level of empathy.
Beckett: That's not true. They just they save it for fantasy football trades.

Beckett: Well, I wouldn't worry about it too much, Castle. After all, only the good die young.
Castle: Ouch.
Beckett: Listen, Freud. I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to get me to talk about my mom. See if you can squeeze any more pulp for your fiction.
Castle: Pulp? You think what I do is pulp? Listen, I will have you know that The New York Review of Books - not The New York Times Book Review, mind you, The New York Review of Books - said that Derrick Storm is this generation's answer to-
Beckett: I read that piece. And even you have to admit that it's more than a little hyperbolic. So how much did you pay the reviewer?
Castle: A case of Château Neuf-du-Pape, but that's not the point. The point is, you read the New York Review of Books?
Beckett: Oh, so many layers to the Beckett onion. However will you peel them all?

Castle: Good enough to be our perp?
Ryan: Why do you writers always call them perps?
Castle: Isn't that what you call them?
Ryan: Ah, we got a whole lot of names for them.
Esposito: Yeah.
Ryan: Pipehead, pisshead, ork, creep.
Esposito: Crook, knucklehead, chucklehead.
Ryan: Chud, turd.
Esposito: Destro, skell.
Ryan: Skeksi, slicko, slick.
Esposito: Mope.
Ryan: Sleestack.
Castle: (Writing furiously) Slow down, slow down.
Beckett: Suspects. We call them suspects.
Capt. Montgomery: I'm old school. I like dirtbag.
Castle: Classic.

Castle: You must be pretty well connected. Friends in high places.
Mitchell: Who's Mary with the manicure? I know he's not a cop. Not with that haircut.
Castle: I'm assisting Detective Beckett in the investigation.
Mitchell: Assisting? (To Beckett) What's the matter, sweetie? You can't hack it out there alone?
Beckett: You want to play? (She shoves the table into him, then stands up and leans over him.) Let's play. I got an ex-con with a gun and two fresh homicides just looking for a home.

Beckett: It’s not a duel, Scaramouche. Here (She holds Castle’s shoulders and moves him into proper shooting position). Square off to target. Feet shoulder-distance apart (She moves his hips). Okay, gauntlet your right fist in your left palm (She reaches around his body to properly position hands on the gun).
Castle: (After shooting without aiming properly and missing the target completely) Whoa! Shot too soon.
Beckett: Yeah, well. You know we could always just cuddle, Castle.
Castle: Oh, funny. And a smile! Good.
(Castle fires and misses the target again)
Beckett: That’s better.
Castle: Hmmm. You know I came down to ask you if I could take home some of those stolen property photos.
Beckett: Photos of the jewelry? Why?
Castle: I don’t know, just thought it might spark something (He fires and hits target in the crotch area). Ooh! That’s got to hurt.
Beckett: Tell you what. You put any of the next three in the 10-ring and I will give you the files.
Castle: Yeah?
Beckett: Yeah.
Castle: (After firing three shots, all of which hit the 10-ring on the target) You’re a very good teacher.

Castle: Hey. How was your date with Owen?
Alexis: Dad, it wasn't a date. It was a study group.
Castle: Okay, how many in the group?
Alexis: Just the two of us.
Castle: Uh huh.

Alexis: Anyone comes, we'll beat them off with swords. Or pens, since they're mightier.

Castle: You remember that character of mine, um, Bentley Silver?
Alexis: The jewel thief in Storm Rising?
Castle: Yeah, I kind of based him on Powell.
Martha: Kind of? You stole the man's entire life. (To Alexis) And then your father, genius that he is, thanked him in the acknowledgements, completely blowing his cover.
Castle: Yeah, he can't still be mad. I'm gonna go see him.
Alexis: Dad!
Castle: No, I'll be okay. Don't worry. I think it'll be fine.
Martha: If he doesn't slit your throat, tell him he owes me an evening at Le Cirque.

Powell: Tell me, how is Martha?
Castle: Still a one woman show in search of an audience.

Beckett: You brought a thief to a crime scene.
Castle: It was very helpful.
Beckett: It was criminal trespassing.
Castle: To-may-to, to-mah-to.
Beckett: Tell your friend to keep up his disappearing act. And the next time you show up at a crime scene without me, I'll show you how my taser works.
Castle: Promise?

Beckett: There she is. Anne Greene, company's director.
Castle: She can invade my home any time.

Anne: And you?
Castle: Currently between scandals, actually.
Anne: Oh. You two aren't...?
Beckett: No.
Castle: Not yet.
Beckett: Never.

Anne: The people who give publicly, they're not an issue. But some of our donors cherish their anonymity. We're contractually obligated to protect that.
Beckett: What about their lives? Do your donors cherish those as well?

Beckett: The girl at Saks said fluorescent is in.
Lanie: Well then, she was on commission.

Lanie: (Reading from a card) Bibbity-bobbity-boo?
Beckett: Cinderella. It's from him.

Beckett: Oh! I knew he was arrogant, but this, this is complete- (Beckett opens the box, pulls the tissue wrap aside and Lanie gasps) Oh.

Ryan: Nice dress.
Esposito: Yeah, what there is of it.
Beckett: I'd let you borrow it, Esposito, but you stretched out the last one.

(Castle suddenly pulls Beckett onto the dance floor)
Beckett: Castle, what are you doing?
Castle: Sorry, this is the only place I knew we could talk and not be overheard.
Beckett: Sure it is.

Beckett: Did you know that they call you the White Whale?
Castle: The White Whale?
Beckett: Mmm-hmm.
Castle: Not Moby-
Beckett: No.

Beckett: (Flashes badge while wearing formal evening gown): Paul Reynolds, you’re under arrest on suspicion of theft and conspiracy to commit murder.
Castle: Where was the badge?
Beckett: Don’t ask.

Castle: What happened to the dress?
Beckett: You didn't think I was going to interrogate him in it, did you?
Castle: We were kind of hoping.

Beckett: (To a killer whose hand she stepped on to keep him from getting to his gun) Go ahead. I need the practice.

Joanne: How do you get over it?
Beckett: You don't. But one day you'll wake up and you'll find that you don't mind carrying it around with you. At least, that's as far as I've come.
Joanne: Thank you, Detective.
Beckett: My name's Kate. If you ever need to talk. (Hands over her card)

Trivia[edit]

  • Castle admitted that he "bribed" the New York Review of books with a case of Chateau Neuf de Pape, the same bottle of wine he brought to Beckett's apartment in Tick, Tick, Tick. – (Part 1)

Full Episode Recap[edit]

Full episode recap from ABC.com

Victims[edit]

Who: Susan Delgado
Found: Stuffed in the safe in her home, broken bones, ring finger cut off
Where Killed: in her home / living room - in an upscale neighborhood
How: Single gunshot wound, close range, probably a revolver.

Who: Richard & Julie Pastori - Richard was beaten to death "last week"
Where: another upscale neighborhood

Who: Nelson & Janet Bruner - Nelson refused to open the safe; they broke Janet's arms
Where: York Street

Who: Bob & Linda Kesler - Bound, gagged and beaten. $175,000 in jewelry stolen three months ago
Where: Central Park West

Motive: Home invasion robberies, looking for expensive jewelry. They know what the victims have and if they don't cooperate, he punishes the homeowner.
Killer: Unnamed. Paul Reynolds was an accomplice.

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