El caso: El de hoy empieza bien. Nos situamos en un funeral judío en el que cuando los porteadores del ataúd proceden a moverlo para llevarlo al coche, se encuentran que pesa demasiado. Se les cae el ataúd, se abre y... ¡tachán! ¡Aparece un cadáver extra!
El caso es aquel del enfermero que tenía una galaxia entera de chicas en el hospital con las que tenía una relación especial. Entre tanto ligoteo descubrimos que tiene una novia en la cárcel a la que intenta sacar, tienen una bonita historia.
Trama secundaria: Gina hace de madre guay en este episodio, por el momento consigue unas entradas para el balneario para Alexis y Martha. Alexis es fan de Taylor Swift y a más comparte una canción suya con Ashley, es por eso que quiere unas entradas para un concierto acústico exclusivo que cuesta un ojo de la cara. A partir de ahí Gina intentará encontrar entradas por sus contactos y Castle se emperrará en lo mismo porque no le gusta que Gina le haga ese tipo de regalos, quiere ser él el héroe de su hija.
Miscelánea:
-Alexis y Ashley (sí, es nombre de chica) tienen una canción, Mine de Taylor Swift. La de Castle y Gina es You shook me all night long, de AC/DC. Beckett encuentra apropiada que la canción entre ellos dos sea You talk too much de Clarence Carter.
-Castle, que es toda una eminencia en ver series de médicos, cree que en todos los hospitales hay doctores enrollándose en cuartos vacíos.
-Josh, apodado el chico de la moto, es cirujano cardíaco, uh, es difícil competir con eso.
-El enfermero Greg le tira los tejos a Beckett. ¿No tiene suficiente con medio hospital?
-Cesar Monroe, el señor de la droga, también lee a Castle. Nikki Fuego según la traducción al español. Gracias a Dios en España han dejado el nombre original, Nikki Heat. Al menos no ha dicho Nikki Caliente, que suena aún peor.
-Al capitán Montgomery le gusta Martha Stewart.
-Genial la escena en la que Lanie, Castle y Beckett le cuentan la jugada de Greg a Montgomery.
-Castle tuvo una novia adorable durante el bachillerato, Lizzie.
-Estamos salvados, si Castle estuviera en la cárcel, Beckett lo sacaría. Según Martha eso es amor del verdadero.
Castle: Don't we usually get to the victim before the funeral?
Beckett: Are you getting mail here now?
Castle: Only when I don't want my daughter to see it. La!
Beckett: You're a Taylor Swift fan?
Castle: They're for Alexis.
Beckett: Oh.
Castle: Cost me an arm and a leg, but Alexis will be thrilled. Apparently, she and Ash have a song.
Beckett: Yeah, well, we have a song as well.
Castle: We do?
Beckett: Mm-hmm. "You Talk Too Much" by Clarence Carter.
Esposito: I found something unusual. Almost every morning, she bought coffee.
Ryan: Doctor who buys coffee. Wow, that is unusual.
Castle: I've watched enough medical dramas to know that doctors are notorious for sleeping with each other. I bet, as we speak, in this hospital two doctors are in a break room doing it. And by "it" I mean--
Beckett: I know what "it" means, Castle, and that is just a fantasy. Four out of five doctors prefer sleeping with someone outside of their profession.
Castle: How many of them like detectives?
Beckett: One that I know of.
Castle: Whoa. You mean, motorcycle boy is a doctor?
Beckett: Man, Castle. Motorcycle man.
Castle: Fine. But he's a doctor?
Beckett: Yeah, he is.
Castle: Ah. What kind of doctor? Urologist? Proctologist? Don't tell me he's a gynecologist.
Beckett: He's a cardiac surgeon.
Castle: Oh. Cardiac surgeon. Wow, that's--
Beckett: Impressive. Yes, it is. In fact, he did an emergency bypass on someone this morning. Saved the patient's life. What'd you do this morning, Castle?
Castle: Made waffles.
Castle: Ooh, that's a good title for something. Catfight To The Death.
Beckett: How much TV do you actually watch?
Castle: Enough to know that this Nurse McClintock will probably be super hot.
Castle: No. Makes no sense. Why spend all that time listening to women and buying them things if you're not going to try to and sleep with them? Beckett's here.
Ryan; Maybe Greg is gay.
Beckett: With the way he was hitting on me? No. He's so not gay.
Castle: If we're talking about a field trip to a women's prison, I'm in.
Castle: Well, nothing says, "I'm an ass," like a bunch of helium filled rubber. And you're not smiling.
Lanie: And then injects her with the naloxone, bringing her out of the O.D.
Castle: Very Pulp Fiction.
Lanie: And very dangerous. But effective.
Beckett: Uh, so, two lovers reunite after three years. Where would you go?
Castle: A motel.
Beckett: Really? That's what you call special?
Martha: I stopped being emotionally invested in your girlfriends after you dumped that darling Lizzy in eleventh grade. Gina's very nice. She's a little over the top, but, you know, you're happy, I'm happy. But the question is this: when you come right down to it, would you be willing to break her out of prison? Because that, my boy, is true love.
Amy: W--why are you doing all this?
Beckett: Because someone convinced me that a love story as good as yours deserves a shot at a happy ending.
Castle: Besides, if it were you and I in Amy's shoes, we'd still be rotting in prison.
Esposito: Ha! Speak for yourself, bro. I'd escape.
Castle: What, you'd just leave me in there?
Esposito: It's the law of the jungle. I got to look out for numero uno.
Castle: Wow, nothing like a hypothetical prison term to let you know who your friends really are.
Beckett: Don't worry, Castle. I'd get you out.
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