Poor, sweet Castle just wants proof that magic is real.
(I prefer fantasy-augmented.)
And the day that Castles faith in the tangible power of stories dies will be a sad day indeed.
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Still, the writer happily settles for the little miracles he gets.
He doesnt meet his death at the hand of a gun-for-hire in a Lower East Side rug warehouse.
The few breathless moments at the hospital aside, Death Wish is aCastlespecial: the pastiche-heavy romp.
Cross was a sonar technician, fresh off a job in Turkey.
The newly unemployed victim had been tortured before his death; for what, its unclear.
He gets distracted, and shes gone.
Mark owns up to threatening Lars, and no, I cant really blame him.
(#PiscesProblems.)
But he wouldnt have killed the love of [his] life for any amount of money.
Anyway, Lars promised to pay him back within a day, and Marks alibi checks out.
(Oh, just, no.)
TheArabian Nightsconnection isnt an entirely off-base catch.
If genies were real, neither Lars nor Castle would probably want to meet one.
An ancient lamp wouldnt produce a Disneyfied version but a capricious trickster leaving destruction in its wake.
Castle doesnt care; he still wants one.
Can he have one, Mom, pleeease?
Mark told the cops that Lars had been working with a partner.
She identifies herself in his office as Lindsay Dillon, a journalist working a story about stolen antiquities.
Lindsay didnt go on record because shes still chasing her story, but she promises to help Rick anonymously.
Mike Harlins alias is Al Aiden, and Castle cant help but respect that commitment to the theme.
Lindsay vanishes as mysteriously as she came.
Not from the police, of course.
From the genie, who he believes is out to get him.
Lars death was the latest blow in a string of unlucky incidents.
But the shipper held the goods hostage when he found out how much they were potentially worth.
The boys head down to his establishment to question him.
Castle becomes convinced that the blonde is his Ronin genie and that shes hanging around him for a reason.
That my man would stop talking about being some skeezy blondes master.
Even so, Beckett asks a favor of Ryan and Esposito before they head out to the rug store.
His goofiness and optimism and wonder make him who he is.
She loves him for it, not in spite of it.
Castle does get to the lamp first, though its not because Rysposito let him have it.
He wanders off when those two are casing behind the store.
He spots the artifact through the window of the stores storage warehouse and promptly falls through it.
(What are you, 5?)
Smoke kicks up and obscures his vision, but Castle cant help but notice hes not dead.
The wish worked, he thinks, but do genies usually need 2x4s to carry them out?
His savior gets him to safety and surprise disappears.
But by the time he returns to the precinct, his mystery blonde has a name and an occupation.
This benefactor was exactly that: someone with deep pockets and selfless motives.
Beckett and Esposito listen on the scanner as officers pull the truck over and triumph in a shoot-out.
There are eleven crates in the vehicle; one less than the dozen Genevieve promised.
Lanies examination of both victims bodies proved that Lars and Yuruk were both killed by women.
Phoebe, the woman thug who nearly shot Castle, was just the muscle in this situation.
Shes working for a paycheck.
The lamp she stole and the rest of the artifacts will be tied up with the courts for years.
Genie I mean, Genevieve leaves Castle with a wink.
He still wants to believe.
