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Our millionaire writer loves Kate’s Valentine present to him, is moved by her choice, in fact is proud, and pleased with her and himself; his face shows every emotion, starting with his admiration and love for Kate. Careful and gentle with her, always, Rick treasures her and protects her beyond what words can say.
We laugh as he searches the empty drawer in Kate’s bedroom bureau for the present, shades of his searching the empty spaces under Alexis’ bed in her dorm… for monsters, their loving ritual; nothing is there or here either. When he realizes the drawer is empty, Rick whispers, “Maybe it’s in another drawer?”
Not a chance. The closed and private Kate opens up, makes room for Rick in her heart, hearth and home, for her man, the guy she loves and wants. What could be a better present to the man who could buy anything life offers?
Amazingly simple, she gifts him with a drawer in her bedroom… in her bureau, in her personal space, her room, a space to place his “stuff,” and a show of trust and respect for him; he already has a key to her apartment and now he has an even more private key, to her heart, to her love.
Kate places a sweet kiss on Rick’s lips, promises more loving to come, inviting him to her bed, once he disrobes and uses his drawer to hold his things. She invites Rick to share her life, to stay with her, to love her and take his rightful place. Robert Duncan’s piano tinkles an acceptance, Rick and Kate’s theme, Duncan’s variations of “I Only Want You.”
Our hero is swept off his feet. Finally, though, Rick cannot be too serious for too long; we all laugh at his clothing malfunction; at the critical moment he cannot get his cuff links off; they’ll work on that to be sure. I wonder if they were the much earlier described Star Wars cuff links. I think I heard him say as the scene faded: “Seriously!”
And what of Rick’s present to her. Kate admits the earrings were lovely, beautiful, and Rick promises in an aside: “I’ll try to get you something else and even more beautiful, and I’ll try not to give it to another woman first!”
Now that was an interesting turn of events. Before going home earlier, to his own home, to do his assignment as per Gates’ order, that is view Wives of Wall Street episodes, Rick issues a challenge to Kate telling her he is “competitive in giving gifts and not to feel bad if hers isn’t as good.” Rick even says “How could it possibly be better?”
At home he tells his mother that his gift giving is a part of “the perils of dating a gift ninja.” Martha then makes a motherly suggestion: “Slip them (the jeweled earrings) into her coat pocket when she’s not looking.” Now this seems ready made for disaster.
When Rick asks what they are doing this Valentine’s Day, Alexis declares she will study with Max…”study each other’s eyes” that is. As for Martha she is into a “dramatic reading of love letters in her studio.”
But first the Castles will view some reality shows like the “Wives” saga, and are the Castles agog. Rick’s eyes pop out of his face as he stares transfixed at the trashy train-wreck, unreal reality. Martha loves: “no script, over- acting, screaming at everybody” and happily proclaims: “What a gig!”
Munching away on his popcorn, Rick cannot believe what he is seeing: Penelope Foster is literally turning the tables over on her weak husband Bob for sleeping with her fellow reality star Hannah Green.
Of course, Hannah is dead by now, hideously knifed in the back…with an expensive Takamura knife, a bridal shower present to Collette’s daughter Ashley who is engaged to marry Margo’s son Stone. After over- dosing, on calamity, amazed with the unreal, reality format, all Rick can say to Alexis after many hours of heart-stopping viewing is: “I can’t feel my butt.”
Back to work Rick dutifully goes, but now he seems to be a convert to the reality show which he first disparages as a “reality show without the reality.”
It is too hilarious to see Gates emerge as a great fan and a fount of knowledge about “the best show on television.” She and her Gemini doll collection. There must be a story here, Rick has said before. Let the wonders of Gates never cease.
Trading knowledge and theory-building with none other than his nemesis Captain Gates, Rick tries to make up for his earlier blunder when he ineptly inferred: “I just assumed a woman like you would prefer a more sophisticated fare.”
Kate blanches and Rick is saved by Lanie’s phone call to Kate. Ah ha, a fingernail fragment is left in the victim’s scalp. And there she is on the screen, the perpetrator in all of her pink, broken- fingernail glory. They go to arrest Penelope (played by Nathan Fillion’s old pal Ms Gina Torres) but her producers want the cameras to continue rolling; never waste a good brawl or crisis.
Now after a taste of the raucous pleasures of reality, Rick thoroughly into it, dares to think that maybe Gates enjoys “engaging in idle speculation (regarding the cases twists and turns) and perhaps we aren’t so different, you and I.” Compatriots they are not. With Gate’s stink eye apparent, Rick concedes: “There’s a difference.”
What next? Rick follows Martha’s earlier dictates and slips Kate’s present into a blazer hanging there in the break room. Imagine his consternation when he realizes his mistake? The jewels are in a blazer, not Kate’s but Gate’s almost identical blazer. Adeptly, sort of, Rick sneaks around trying to pinch the jewel case out of the captain’s pocket, to no avail, of course.
But Kate’s is onto something Rick is pulling. What is he doing? And he confesses. Panicksville! What did you write? Was it romantic? Did you mention names? Oh, no, this will be our last case together for surely Gates will discover the jewels and execute…you….and me….and
Of course, Captain Victoria Gates finds the jewelry case; this is her bailiwick after all; she reads the love note, examines the present and stares. We, too, stare, scared and the station takes a break. When we return, “Mr. Castle, see me!” or something to that effect. It’s over. My word, did Castle write Kate’s name anywhere? Victoria Gates reads aloud the billet-doux:
“You are beauty, passion and fierce intellect. Be my Valentine. Rick.”
In consternation Rick cries: “Is that all?”
“Isn’t that enough? What the hell is wrong with you? I’m a married woman.”
Rick admits to her suggestion that the valentine and present were part of a scheme “to garner favor.”
Mr. Castle, “Tame your childish nonsense and accord me some respect. I am going home to my husband because I’m… his Valentine!”
Could someone pick you up off the floor, too, at this point?
Alas, Hannah and Penelope were in cahoots to boost ratings for their show and clothing line, especially in that the new darlings Stone and Ashley were receiving all of the face time. So Penelope’s husband Bob is drafted to fake an affair with Hannah and get the show boiling.
But poor Hannah gets tired of living the lie. Another Wall Street Wife is suspect, but it turns out that her son, Stone, engaged for a publicity stunt and a spin- off show, is secretly in love with Hannah, the now dead woman, if you are still following.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and without any remorse, Ashley literally stabs her competition in the back. Poor Stone, he didn’t have the nerve to stand up to his own mother Margo and to protect Hannah and to go off with his love. When he finally did man up, Ashley saw them together and killed Hannah…”Problem solved.”
Kate was too funny when acting on Rick’s suggestion and Gate’s nod, she literally tore up the furniture in the interrogation room to force Bob to confess to the scheme of kidnapping Hannah, or did I forget to mention that aspect of the plot.
So many lines and scenes were hilarious. Rick and Kate catch Penelope in bed with her husband Bob as Rick describes the pounding on the wall. Then Rick disclaims: “You two back together? Spoiler’s alert.”
And now hear tell of Ryan’s eventful Valentine’s Day and the days of duty leading up to the big day. He’s been dashing back and forth bed- hopping as it were, throughout the long day, in the hopes of creating a baby with Jenny, his wife and, of course, with lots of talk of temperatures and fertility. He exclaims: “I feel like a rooster in the hen house.” Well, only one hen to be precise.
Another time Ryan careens into the station, hair askew and clothing disarrayed. Kate kindly puts him back together again. Of course Rick and Javier make a few cracks beginning with “cock-a-doodle-do.” And they think they are just too funny. But at last Ryan is off duty for their actual Valentine’s Day celebration.
Who is Javier’s secret Valentine’s Day date? Dressed in a slinky, form-fitting red dress, Lanie emerges, looking mighty sexy, the “girls” and all. When she asks Kate if she looks just right or too much, Kate replies: “Too much for Castle.” Kate knows her guy. “Eyes up, Bud.” And Rick complies.
Espo and Lanie saunter away, sashay off to a French restaurant, and all is well in their world again. On that note Rick and Kate go home to the fair Kate’s abode. Additionally, is her bedroom beautifully decorated or what?
What a pleasure to see such an amusing episode, hitting farce and fun, loving, witticism, murder and mayhem, a crazy episode, or is crazy synonymous with mayhem. We enjoyed a fun episode, the” Reality Star Struck” and loved Cupid’s hand or arrow in the goings on. We are loving our “Castle” cast. We may think this week a catharsis of sorts after we view the two part episode in store. “Castle” Februarys are fantastic.
P.S. Does anyone think that Captain Victoria Gates is quite a little actress, or did Martha knock her acting ability in “After Hours”? No matter! Did Gates give Rick and Kate a convenient escape route and turn a blind eye to their love affair? I think she likes having Mr. Castle around. He does have a way about him!