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Castle (2009) :: Hell Hath No Fury (01x04)
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| Title: | Hell Hath No Fury |
| Episode #: | 01x04 |
| Production Number: | 104 |
| Original Airdate: | Monday March 30th, 2009 |
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Oct 22, 2009 |
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The body of a New York City Councilman up for reelection is found murdered and rolled up in a rug, sending Beckett and Castle deep in to the world of politics. Meanwhile, Castle's final novel of the Derrick Storm series arrives at bookstores, sending his mother out looking for any sign of failure.
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| Artist | Song Title | Played When | | •1990s | You're Supposed to Be My Friend | Opening scene |
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Castle: Oh, my God!... This is quite possibly the worst coffee I've ever tasted.... It's actually kind of fascinating. It tastes, like, ah (takes a swig) It tastes like a monkee peed in battery acid... Try some?
Beckett: Don't you have a book coming out today, or something?
Castle: Yeah, so?
Beckett: So? You are watching me do paperwork. It's creepy!
| Patrolman: You really basing your next character on Detective Beckett?
Castle: Every artist needs a muse.
Beckett: Call me a muse again, and I will break both your legs, 'K'?
Castle: 'K'.
| (Beckett just told a wife her husband was dead)
Castle: You okay?
Beckett: Yeah. Why?
Castle: Can't be easy breaking that kind of news.
Beckett: Yeah. Well... thanks for not making it a joke.
Castle: I'm a wiseass, not a jackass.
| Castle: So! What's your next move? Last person to see him alive? Establish a timeline? Back for a doughnut, more really bad coffee?
Beckett: This, um, female detective of yours. Exactly how much will she be based on me?
Castle: Well, she's not to bright, and kinda slutty...
Beckett: Right, so is that wiseass or jackass?
Castle: Actually, that was jackass.
Beckett: Mmmm.
Castle: Honestly, you're not going to have anything to be embarassed about. She's going to be... she's going to be really smart, very savvy. Haunting good looks. Really good at her job. (gets a smile from Beckett at the implied compliment) And kinda slutty!
| Castle: Promise not to hate me.
Beckett: I already hate you.
| Castle: Other leads! Good, because we both know he didn't do it.
Beckett: Creason? What makes you think he didn't do it?
Castle: Isn't it obvious? All the evidence points to him.
Beckett: And that somehow makes him not guilty?
Castle: He's totally the red herring!
Beckett: The red herring...
Castle: 'An innocent character who appears guilty'.
Beckett: I know what a red herring is, Castle. It's a literary device used in literature. In real life, we don't dismiss a suspect because he appears too guilty. 'Sides.... I thought you wanted to arrest him?
Castle: Yeah, because he's a tool, not because he's guilty. The guy's a multimillionaire. He's not going to be dumb enough to wrap up a dead body in his own rug.
| Kirby: Mr. Family Values tells his wife that he was gonna work late. Probably crash at the office. Twenty minutes later he is...(ahem) "polling his constituency"
Beckett: What about the girl?
Kirby: From what I could see she was worth every cent.
Beckett: She was a pro?
Kirby: You don't think with a body like that she's gonna swoon over his stump speeches, do you?
| Esposito: Damn! Those are some seriously fine five-star class-b misdemeanors.
Ryan: Dude, between you and me, you have to pay for it?
Castle: You counting my marriages? Wait! Stop! That's the girl in the photos.
Ryan: Look at her! If I had your money...
Beckett: This isn't phone sex, Ryan, don't just pay for the two minutes that you used.
| Alexis: So by trying to look smart, they were actually being stupid.
Castle: I think you just described the human condition.
| Beckett: (answering phone) Beckett.
Castle: Guess who's got a date with a prostitute?
| Castle: Finished your homework?
Alexis: Yeah.
Castle: You want to finish mine?
Alexis: Well, that depends. How much you offering to pay me?
Castle: I taught you well.
| Alexis: Judy called. She wanted me to remind you about the reading and book signing at Broadway Books tomorrow night.
Castle: Well, that was nice of her.
Alexis: Yeah, and, if you don't show, she will...(refers to note) drip honey on your eyeballs and let loose a hundred fire ants.
Castle: Okay, what's worse. A hundred fire ants on your eyeballs, or reading to a crowd (looking at a review), 'Prose so bad it sent me screaming out into the snow'?
Alexis: You know, if you really want to feel sorry for yourself, you should read the review in The Ledger. (moves around to pull it up on his computer)
Castle: Really? What's that damned liberal elite media saying about me now?
Alexis: (reading from the review) 'Richard Castle's stirring finale, reminds us what good pulp fiction is all about: It makes us desire a world of startling imperfection, so we can rise above, so that we can become the heroes we always imagined ourselves to be.
Castle: Used to be such a good paper, to see it fallen so far, it's sad, really...
Alexis: Shut up! I'm proud of you.
Castle: Well, you remember that the next time I sing the 'peanut butter song' in front of your friends...
| Ryan: Stop running, bro. Campaign's over.
Castle: Oooh. Yes.
| (as Castle and Beckett summarize the results to the Captain)
Roy: And the rug?
Castle: A red herring. Nesbitt figured they were dumping a bunch of them, figured it would keep us off his trail.
Roy: Nice work. Very impressive. (walks past them) Oh, and ah, you, too, Beckett.
Beckett: (not pleased at the suggesting it was mostly Castle's "nice work") Sir!?!
Roy: (turns around, smiling) Just yanking your chain, detective...just yanking your chain.
| Beckett: What kind of a name is 'Nikki Heat'?
Castle: A cop name.
Beckett: It's a stripper name.
Castle: Well, I told you she was kind of slutty.
Beckett: Change it, Castle.
Castle: Well, hang on a second. Think of the titles: 'Summer Heat'. 'Heatwave'. 'In Heat'.
Beckett: Change the name.
Castle: No.
Beckett: Yes.
Castle: No.
Beckett: Change it.
Castle: No.
Beckett: Castle.
Castle: Sorry.
Beckett: I'm not kidding you...
Castle: I have artistic integrity.
Beckett: Artistic integrity!?!? Change the name, Castle! Today!
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Title: Hell Hath No Fury
The shortened version of "Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned", meaning that, if you scorn a woman, she will go to great lengths, even self-destructive ones, to make you regret it.
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