All language subtitles for Castle (2009) S05E10 Significant Others.en

Your throat feel any better?

Oh, why'd I have to get mono?

Well, it's called "The
kissing disease" For a reason.

I assume you and max were...
I'm going to stop right there.

I think that's best.

Make you some tea.

Sorry about this.

I know this wasn't what you expected

When you asked to stay here

While your place was being fumigated.

Alexis was supposed to be
going to paris with her mother.

It's fine.

Mm. Okay. Well...

I'll get it.

If you wanted to stay in a hotel,

I would completely
underst-- no.

I'm not gonna leave you just
'cause your daughter's sick.

Richard.

I am gonna make this up
to you in so many ways.

Richard.

What?

Your ex-wife is here.

- Meredith?
- Mom?

Hello, kitten.

Uh, what...what are you doing here?

Alexis.

Oh, my poor baby.

Aren't you supposed to be in paris?

Not without my daughter.

And since you can't go to paris,

I'm bringing paris to you...

French pastries and "Funny face."

We can enjoy them as I
nurse you back to health.

Meredith, how...why...

Why so much luggage?

I cannot believe that you are actually

Letting your ex-wife
stay with you, with us.

What was I supposed to
do, stick her in a hotel?

Yes.

Look, I get her taking care of alexis.

But staying at your place?

Okay, wait. Hang on.

I turned to you, I said,
"Is it all right with you?"

And then you said "Yes."

What am I supposed to say?

Everyone is looking at me.

I'm not meant to be the
bad guy in this case.

You are.

Besides, I gave you the look.

- What look?
- The look look.

My look.

Please don't tell me, after four years,

You don't actually know the look.

You gotta understand...

You know what? I'm not
talking about this right now.

Good morning, lanie.

Not from the way you
sound. What's wrong?

Men are clueless.

Men or just Castle?

Well, no matter how
miserable your day is,

it's not as bad as Michelle Twohey's.

She took an ice pick
to the side of the neck.

Michelle Twohey,

the divorce lawyer for
the rich and famous?

Isn't she the one that
only represented women?

And strikes fear into the heart
of many a soon-to-be ex-husband.

There's something else. When I got here,

she had a piece of paper
clutched in her hand

with a name and an address. Ryan.

The name on the paper is "R. Garrison."

It's a Scarsdale address,

but it's not in our
victim's contact numbers.

Yo, there's a night
clerk around the corner

who saw a man fleeing
the scene at 11:45 p.m.

Suspect ducked into that
subway entrance over there.

We're pulling video from
the security cameras,

and the clerk's gonna
sit with a sketch artist.

What about the victim's family?

Not anyone local.

Her office gave me
the boyfriend's number.

A guy named Corey Francis.

Okay, you guys see how R.
Garrison figures into this.

Castle and I will take the boyfriend.

So, Corey,

how long had you and
Michelle been dating?

Oh, less than a month.

I don't know. We met, we just...

It was like magic.

When was the last time
you spoke with her?

Over the weekend.

She was in the middle of a divorce case.

I'm sure in her line of work,
she made a lot of enemies.

Was there anyone in
particular giving her trouble?

I don't know.

Her cases involved big money,

big egos, but...

she was just doing her job.
She didn't deserve this.

We had a witness who saw somebody

running away from the crime scene.

Do you recognize this man?

No. He...he doesn't look familiar.

We found a Scarsdale address on her.

Does the name R.
Garrison sound familiar?

No.

No, I-I never heard her mention it.

Man. Look at this place.

Eh. It's all right.

- Are you kidding me?
- What?

It has always been a dream of mine

to come home to a house like this.

Screw the house.

It's always been a dream of mine...

to come home to a woman like that.

Right.

Until, of course, things got serious,

which is when you'd dump her

and start looking for
your next dream woman.

NYPD, ma'am.

I'm detective Ryan. This
is detective Esposito.

Just call me Javier.

Is there an R. Garrison here?

Yes, that's my husband Rob.

Come on in.

Hear that? "Husband"...

- And suspect.
- Yeah.

No, we've actually never met.

Do you have any idea why she
had your name and address on her?

Well, I gave it to her last
night when I spoke with her.

I'm a forensic accountant.
It's mostly bankruptcies.

But I do a lot of consulting
for divorce attorneys.

So Ms. Twohey called
me up, out of the blue,

and wanted to meet and go
over some financial issues.

Whose financial issues, her own?

She didn't say.

But I recognized her name
and I knew her reputation,

so I assumed it was
about one of her clients.

It was an odd conversation, though.

Odd? How do you mean?

Well, she insisted on meeting today.

So whatever the issues were,

Ms. Twohey was a bit frantic about
getting them resolved quickly.

Hmm. Look, if that
meeting was about a client,

then we gotta find out which one.

So head down to her office

and see what cases she was working on.

And you know what? Since
Michelle only represented women,

see if any of the men she
went up against threatened her.

Yeah, men are known to do stupid things

when it comes to their ex-wives.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hey. I'll get that for you.

That's okay. I got it.

So just to let you know,

I'm real sorry about
that whole Meredith thing,

But I am going to... take care of it.

Beckett.

Yeah. Okay. We'll be right there.

Lanie's got something for us.

You go deal with that.
I'm gonna go deal with...

The other thing.

Take care of it.

No. You've gotta take care of it.

This is Meredith
we're talking about--

The deep-fried twinkie
that Castle has ex-sex with

whenever she rolls into town.

Lanie.

Look, I trust him.

He's not gonna have sex with her.

Fine.

Let's say it isn't about sex.

It's about boundaries.

Meredith is marking her territory.

You can't just let her waltz
in and out whenever she pleases.

He's in a catch-22.
Alexis is sick--

Doesn't matter.

This is a war, girl,
and guess who's losing.

I don't know.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm right? Of course I'm right.

Lanie, I didn't come down
here to talk about this.

You said that you have
something case related.

Yes. Are you ready
for some good news now?

That would be nice.

I processed the victim's clothing

and found trace amounts
of someone else's blood

on her jacket button.

Which means our killer could've
gotten cut during the attack.

I'm running D.N.A. now.

I'll call you when I got something.

Thank you.

So each one of Michelle's
employees at her law firm

alibied out.

But they all said she'd been acting
odd during the past few weeks.

They assumed it had to do with a case.

Which case?

Pick one.

Introducing the wealthy
men of Manhattan.

Michelle represented all their wives

in ongoing divorces,

And some of these angry
husbands had threatened her.

The only problem is, none
of 'em matched our sketch.

Maybe that's because one of them

hired our mystery man to kill Michelle.

But we won't know which
one until we find this guy.

And I just did.

On the subway security video,

I saw our suspect swipe his M.T.A. Card.

He used a credit card to buy it.

Herman Poquille.

A few B&Es, aggravated assault,

Oh, and several attempted murders.

Congratulations. You finally succeeded.

Only thing is, we can't figure out

why you'd want to kill Ms. Twohey.

Purse wasn't stolen.

The car wasn't jacked. So
why'd you want to kill her?

I didn't kill her.
It's not what you think.

Come on, Herman.

You can talk to us. Someone hired you.

Yeah, she did.

Like I said. It's not what you think.

I used to work for Michelle.

Doing what?

Photographer.

Shots of husbands cheating on
their wives, stuff like that.

That still doesn't explain

what you were doing at the crime scene.

Look,

I botched an assignment a while ago,

and Michelle fired me.

Then all of a sudden, she's calling me,

asking me for my help on some big job.

What big job?

She didn't say.

She said she was heading home

and would wait for me near the subway.

By the time I got there, she was dead.

I didn't want to get mixed
up in a murder, so I ran.

- You don't believe
me? - Mnh-mnh.

Check the texts on my phone.

It's all there.

So I went through Herman's phone,

and he wasn't lying.

Michelle wanted to
hire him to take photos,

and she seemed pretty desperate.

Herman didn't want to take the job,

and he kept texting her "No."

But she seemed to finally
win him over with this.

Okay, Herman.

My texts aren't changing your mind,

so maybe this will.

Look at me. I'm pleading.

I have a huge problem, and I need you

and that camera of
yours for one last job.

Please.

A life hangs in the balance.

"A life hangs in the balance"?

What the hell did she need a photo of?

Hi there.

Did you catch the killer already?

Uh, no. Not yet. How's Alexis?

Mm, sleeping, but I'm gonna
wake her with some soup.

Want some?

Oh. Um, no, thanks.

Listen, Meredith,

about you
staying here--

Thanks again, Richard.

I can't tell you how
much this means to me.

Yeah.

- It's just... Beckett and I...
- Are wonderful.

It's so refreshing to see

how secure you two are
in your relationship.

You know, most women would
take issue with an ex-wife

staying with their boyfriend.

But not Kate Beckett. She gets it.

Yeah. Kate gets it.

Um, here's the thing, Meredith, I...

I know.

And...

It isn't easy for me to admit...

I haven't been the best of mothers.

I've missed so much
of our daughter's life.

So the fact that you're
letting me be here now

for Alexis during her time of need,

Richard, I'll never, ever forget this.

Neither will Beckett.

Well?

Well, what?

Oh, that.

Still working on that.

What about, uh, any progress

on finding Michelle Twohey's killer?

No, not yet.

We're still checking on
the ex-husbands' alibis.

Hey, guys.

Uh... I think we might
have our theory backwards.

What if it wasn't an angry ex-husband

that killed Ms. Twohey?

What if it was an ex-wife?

Oh, wow. A troublesome ex-wife?

Imagine that.

So you think one of
her clients killed her?

Uh, well, Lanie got a hit

on the blood found on Michelle's jacket.

It belongs to a Samantha Voss.

She's in the system due to a
D.U.I. Arrest in Los Angeles.

Did she have a grievance with Michelle?

Oh, I'd say so. The morning
of Michelle's murder,

a judge came down with a ruling

in Samantha's contentious divorce case.

She lost big.

How big is big?

Uh, upper east side apartment big.

Cars and boats big.

Half of her multimillion-dollar
net worth big.

That's big.

Especially when Samantha went
off on a courtroom tirade,

Accusing Michelle of
screwing up her case.

Of course my blood was on her.

Michelle completely
mishandled my divorce.

I was furious. Our spat became physical,

And I cut my hand on one
of her metal jacket buttons.

But I didn't kill her.

- Mrs. Voss...
- Mrs. Voss is dead.

I'm back to Ms. Peterman now, thank you.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't pack the china.

That stays with my ex now.

The jackhole.

Ms. Peterman, where were you last night

between 10:00 and 1:00?

I was at a charity auction,

which I chair,

until 2:00 a.m.

There are over a hundred
donors who can vouch for that.

Just check it out if you'd like.

Well, you may not have killed Michelle,

but you certainly murdered
that original Zaozirny.

I don't have to kill to get revenge.

Not when there's so many other
ways to get back at my ex.

Shame.

That platter really
tied the set together.

Ms. Peterman, if you could just refrain

from destroying anything else,

you actually might be of some help.

Now did Michelle say or do
anything out of the ordinary?

Ooh, well, let me tell you,

something was sure as hell
wrong in that woman's life,

because for the past month,

she was just distracted.

Distracted by what?

She got lost in the details of my case

that had absolutely no bearing
on securing a better settlement,

and don't even get me started
on her personal problems.

What do you mean, her personal problems?

Detective, I was her
client, not her B.F.F.

I don't know.

Although I can tell you,

yesterday she came to court late

and she was...

crying.

Did she tell you why?

Yes. She said that she was
having messy personal issues.

that day.

What did you do to my Zaozirny?

Oh, joy. My ex is home.

Walter, Walter, Walter.

Come in. We have company. Say hello.

You bitch.

No, dear.

The bitch is the skank you
paid to have sex with you.

Walter, no.

No, walter. No, walter!

Next person to break anything

goes to jail.

This is all your fault.

And it was so worth it.

Hell hath no fury.

Did it ever get that bad
with either of your exes?

No, no. Both my divorces were amicable.

Yeah, a little too amicable.

So something was going
on with Michelle Twohey.

On the morning of her death,

she arrived to court late
and she had been crying.

So where was she coming from?

Well, according to her financials,

she paid for breakfast at
a cafe right before court,

so maybe someone there will let
us know what was so upsetting.

Bro.

What was that?

What was what?

Your girlfriend just uttered

a sarcastic remark about your ex-wife,

and all you're gonna
say is "What was what?"

Oh, that was nothing.

- Spit it out.
- Tell us.

Uh, okay. Uh, as you know...

Beckett is staying at the loft

while her place is getting fumigated.

Alexis is home sick as well.
And then Meredith showed up,

and she said she wanted
to stay in the loft.

And you said no.

Tell me you said no.

Really?

Letting an ex stay with you
when you're with someone else?

That's like throwing
gasoline on fireworks.

Come on. Guys, it... it's not that bad.

Castle, you are on the edge

of a very, very steep cliff, my friend.

And if you don't do
something about it quick...

So the cafe owner remembers
Michelle having an argument

with a tall, good-looking
man, mid-30s, light brown hair,

and blue eyes.

Her boyfriend Corey Francis?

I thought he said he hadn't
seen Michelle since the weekend.

Now why would he lie?

Looks like he's hiding something.

Let's bring him down
here and find out what?

Yes, and if you could have

some strawberries and
champagne sent up there waiting.

Perfect.

Cedric, I owe you. Thank you.

Michelle fights with her boyfriend,

she sets up a meeting
with an accountant,

and then she hires a photographer.

What the hell was she into?

I don't know.

But why don't we
discuss it tonight in our

oversized Jacuzzi at the Four Seasons,

where I just booked us
the ambassador suite.

Why would you do that?

Because your place is
still being fumigated,

and my loft is overrun with redheads.

So I thought, why not just
go and enjoy ourselves?

You guys, where's Corey Francis?

Well, we got a problem.

He's disappeared.

His cell has been disconnected,

His address is bogus. So's his name.

The guy that our victim
was dating doesn't exist?

What's worse, we have
no way of finding him.

No. Wait.

He was wearing a ring.

Class ring. College ring.
A "New york" something.

Uh, yeah, it was, uh, red with
a cathedral imprinted on it.

The University of New York.

Might be part of his cover identity.

Come...

University of New York? Come on.

If you were gonna pick a cover identity,

wouldn't you pick a
better school than U...

University of New York?

Yeah.

You know, we can I.D.
him using the yearbooks.

He's in mid-30s, so why don't we grab

everything from the university
library from '96 and on?

Oh, well, that's, uh, upstate.

- We'll have it for you in the morning.
- Yeah.

No.

No what?

No on the Four Seasons.

If anyone should be sent
to a hotel, it's Meredith.

Well, I tried.
It just--

It means so much to her
to be there for Alexis,

And, ah, it just seemed heartless

to kick her out and send her to a hotel.

Really, Castle? 'cause you
just tried sending me to one.

No, but that was because...

But nothing.

Button up, kitten. We're going home.

That smells delicious. Can I have a cup?

I... was just making that for Castle.

But, yeah, here.

So how is Alexis?

She's asleep. She's always asleep.

I love her, but with mono,

she's a bit of a bore.

So you and Rick...

Yes. Me and Rick.

So...

You know, uh,

you might want to put some pants on.

Why? It's not like I'm going anywhere.

Hey, you two.

What's going on?

Nothing. Just making coffee.

Here. This is for you.

Oh, thank you.

What is in this? Did you add...

- Nutmeg?
- Nutmeg.

Nutmeg?

Whenever Rick pulled all-nighters,

I'd sprinkle nutmeg in his coffee.

Gave it an extra kick. You want to try?

Uh, no, thanks.

I think I've had enough
kick for one morning.

I will be at work.

Listen, um...

That whole coffee thing,

Meredith didn't mean anything by that.

She's just trying to be thoughtful.

I'm sure she was.

So you're not mad?

About what?

About how comfortable your
ex-wife is in your home

and with your family,

how she seems to know things
about you that I don't know?

Why would I be upset?

Okay, see, this is why I wanted
to stay at the Four Seasons,

So you wouldn't have to deal with this.

Castle, I shouldn't
have to deal with this

Because you should've said no.

Yes, but I didn't, and now I can't.

I know. I'll...

I'll send Alexis and
Meredith to the Four Seasons.

I'll just hire a concierge doctor.

No. Castle, I am a big girl, okay?

I can be in the same
place as your ex-wife.

So you'll stay?

Yeah. Sure.

I'll just be subjected to her
parading around half naked.

Oh. Okay. I can't win, can I?

Oh, right. Because
this is all about you.

Well, you made it...

If I...

Okay, you know what? You're right.

You are absolutely right.

All we have to do is get
through the next few days

with my crazy ex-wife.

What do you say?

Noah.

No?

No, not "No." Noah Kesswood.

Corey Francis is really...

Noah Kesswood.

Former officer in the army's
military intelligence corps.

Former military intelligence?

Noah uses a fake identity,
starts dating Michelle,

and then he disappears
just after she's killed?

It's "The bachelor" meets "Homeland."

Whatever he was up to, the
only trace of him I could find

is a loan-out corporation
registered in his name.

And there's been a
lot of recent activity.

Several large wire transfers were made

from a local law firm--
Benedict, Cole and Schuster.

Those payments began
around the time that

Noah started dating Michelle.

Think someone was paying
Noah to spy on her?

Well, Michelle's cases had
outcomes in the millions.

Maybe an opposing lawyer
was angling for an advantage.

If Michelle found out that
she was being spied on,

then that lawyer would
face an ethics violation

and disbarment.

It might have made him
desperate enough to pay Noah

to kill Michelle to
make the problem go away.

It is possible, but
the best way to find out

is to track down the lawyer
that authorized those payments.

Here. There's the napkins.

Mr. Schuster.

Your office said we'd
find you down here.

I'm Detective Esposito.

This is my partner, Detective Ryan.

I'm guessing you're not
here for the hot dogs.

We'd like you to come answer some
questions about Noah Kesswood.

I'm sure you know I'm
a criminal attorney

who's very aware of his rights.

I'm not going anywhere.

Ah. Then we can talk here.

You want to discuss the virtues
of processed meat in tube form?

Fine.

Otherwise, you're wasting your time.

How about we discuss the wire transfers

you made to Noah Kesswood,

a suspect in the murder
of Michelle Twohey?

Save your foie gras, your roast duck,

your coq au vin.

For me, fine dining
is a New York hot dog.

Mr. Schuster, we know the
last transfer was for 10 grand,

sent the morning Michelle was murdered.

Sounds like your law firm paid
Noah to kill a fellow attorney.

That's ridiculous.

Maybe, but when we connect the dots,

do you think the media
will see it that way?

Okay.

Here's what's gonna happen, detectives.

You're gonna find out that
I was instructed by a client

to pay Noah Kesswood for his service.

You're gonna ask what that service was.

I'm gonna say, "I don't know."

Then you're gonna puff up and
demand the name of my client,

to which I'll reply, "That's
privileged information.

Kindly go screw yourselves."

Have a hot dog, boys. They're delicious.

Mr. Schuster may have
attorney-client privilege,

but who he represents is
a matter of public record.

So I looked back into
his law firm's cases

for the past five years.

Turns out Schuster
represented Billy Piper.

You guys remember the story, right?

Yeah, it was all over
the news for months.

Famous pro golfer getting a divorce

takes a boating trip to the Caribbean

to work on his marriage...

Only his wife never
makes it back to shore.

Billy claimed that the
two of them were drinking,

and his wife accidentally
fell off of the boat.

Everyone assumed it was murder.

But the feds never had
enough to indict him.

Indeed.

So what does any of this
have to do with our victim?

Three years ago,

Michelle had a client who
disappeared from her boat.

That client...

was Leann Piper.

Billy Piper's wife?

That can't be a coincidence.

I don't think it was.

In fact, I found a file...

on Michelle's computer that showed that

she'd been looking into Leann
Piper's murder for the past month.

Wait a minute.

What if Michelle figured out
how Billy killed his wife?

You mean by finding actual evidence?

Right. Then the only way...

Billy could stop that
proof from coming out...

Was to have Michelle killed.

That's my pride and joy.

Won it in Augusta in '02.

You eagled for the win.

That's right.

Can I get either of you two a drink?

This isn't a social visit, Mr. Piper.

We're here to talk to
you about Michelle Twohey.

Michelle who-ey?

Sorry. It doesn't sound familiar.

It's odd that you don't remember
your late wife's divorce lawyer.

Did you know that she'd turned up dead?

The reason I'm asking is
because she visited you

about a month ago.

Hmm. Don't recall any visits.

You sure about that?

It was right after that
visit you hired Noah Kesswood.

Who's Noah Kesswood?

The man that you paid to spy on her.

And then she winds up dead.

That's awfully suspicious,
don't you think?

You people.

Somebody dies,

question Billy.

Well, can you blame us,

especially after what
happened with your wife?

Okay.

Let's talk about what
happened to my wife.

Leann files for divorce
so I fight her on it,

because where I'm from,
marriage is sacred.

So Leann and I decide
to go for a boat ride,

like the old days,

but instead of recapturing our magic,

Leann got drunk and fell into the ocean.

So why am I the bad guy?

Oh, so you're the victim here?

You bet your ass, I am.

I lost my endorsements and my status.

My own family wants
nothing to do with me.

Interesting.

On the list of things you lost,

you didn't include your wife.

She never was my favorite trophy.

Now why don't you two get
the hell out of my home?

Well, Billy did it.

He killed his wife to keep his money,

Then had Michelle murdered
when she found evidence of it.

Only how do we prove it?

Well, all roads lead to Noah.

So if we can catch him,

we'll get him to turn on Billy.

Perfect.

Only we don't have
any way of finding him.

Actually, we do.

Turns out the garage at Billy's building

has an automated valet system.

The manager was able
to pull up the records

of when Noah parked there,

and we got his license number.

The car belongs to a fleet of vehicles

that's registered to a
pharmaceutical company.

Was Noah an employee there?

No, he has no affiliation.

All right. You guys keep digging.

There's gotta be a connection somewhere.

Hello.

Hey.

Uh, yeah, Meredith.
Yeah, Castle's right here.

I'm sorry. What?

You want to talk to me?

Uh, yeah.

No.

Okay.

Fine.

What did she want?

She asked me to dinner tonight.

Just the two of us.

To dinner?

And you said yes? How could you say yes?

Same way you did when she
asked to stay with you.

Besides, Castle, if said no,

that would've made me look insecure.

Is this as bad as it seems?

No. It's much worse. Much, much worse.

No. Okay, hang on.

Let's... take a step back from this,

and let's just think about it.

Just dinner.

Just dinner between

your ex-wife and your new girlfriend.

That's deadly.

Castle, you have two worlds.

Two.

Right now, they're both coming together.

Uh-oh. What happens
when worlds collide?

Boom.

Okay, guys.

You are taking this a little too far.

Castle.

- Meredith knows things about you.
- So?

- So?
- So?

So is there anything Meredith knows

that you don't want Beckett to know?

- Boom.
- Two worlds colliding.

Have I told you how
lovely your penmanship is?

The font is just so friendly. I
just look forward to seeing it.

Castle, what is it?

I just want to make sure
you want to go to dinner

with Meredith.

Remember... she's a little crazy.

And of course, dramatic. Ew.

Miserable combination.

What are you so worried about?

I mean, it's just two people
that you've been intimate with

coming together, comparing notes.

Comparing notes.

What notes?

Seriously, though. What notes?

Hey, Espo. What do you got on Noah?

Thanks.

I just got off with the vice president

from that pharmaceutical company.

Guess where he went to
college? University of New York.

Sorry about that.

Not only was he giving Noah
access to that company car,

but he's also been letting him

stay with him for the past month.

Okay, pick him up.

Boom.

There he is.

Noah Kesswood. NYPD. Come here.

That hurt as much as it looked?

Good.

And now you're under arrest.

Look at him.

Nothing like the devastated boyfriend

that I met yesterday.

Noah.

You're good, man.

But you're not that good.

All right, let's not waste any time.

We know that Billy hired
you to spy on Michelle

to see if she had any proof
that he killed his wife.

And when you discovered she did,

on Billy's orders,

you put an ice pick through her neck.

I didn't kill Michelle.

I don't believe you.

You don't have to.

See, while Michelle
was being shish kebabed,

I was all the way up at
the university of New York,

watching my alma mater
play West Virginia.

We won, by the way.

Go, Broncos.

If you didn't kill her,

why'd you work so hard to disappear?

Hey, detective...

What do you say you buy me a soda, hmm?

Excuse me?

Not you.

You.

All right, look, I deal in intelligence,

not murder, never murder.

You want the truth?

Okay, here it is free of charge.

Billy Piper's absolutely paranoid.

So when Michelle came
around asking questions

about that night on the boat,

he went into full-on panic mode.

Figured she probably had
a vendetta against him,

wanted him in jail for
murdering her client.

Reality is, he was probably right.

She said she was close, very close,

to finding out what really
happened on that boat.

- Are we talking actual evidence?
- Maybe.

She was gathering the
final puzzle pieces

at the New York office of the D.E.A.

The drug enforcement agency, why?

You'd have to ask them, detective.

Okay. Well, I'm still gonna
have to hold you, you know?

For up to 24 hours.

And then you'll never see me again.

All right. Thanks, Bill.

Well, Noah's alibi is solid.

He's definitely not the killer.

But do we believe his
story about the D.E.A.?

I mean, what does any of
this have to do with drugs?

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Ryan, see if you can uncover

what Michelle was doing at the D.E.A.

I'll try, but it's late.

Probably won't hear
anything till the morning.

Well, I guess we should call it a night.

Okay, Castle. See you later.

Later? We can go back
to my place together.

Um, I have a dinner date
with your ex-wife, remember?

Yeah. I remember.

I was just hoping you'd forget.

Okay. Don't wait up.

I...

Oh, darling, please. Just relax.

I can't relax, mother.

My--my worlds are
colliding, okay?

I'm not-- I
can't relax.

Well, have a glass
of wine. Works for me.

I bet there out there right now,

just telling secrets about me.

Boom. What do I do?

Should I call them? I should call them.

No, no, no.

What you shouldn't have done

was let Meredith stay
here in the first place.

This isn't a flophouse, darling.

You've got to stop letting
freeloaders just live here.

Please tell me you see the irony.

My god, Meredith. Castle did that?

I can't believe that you married him.

What can't you believe?

What? No. What?

No. Come on.

Beckett, there's two
sides to that story.

That--what did you--what
story--what did you tell her?

The truth, Richard.

Castle, you're not the
man that I thought I knew.

I'm the man you thought you knew.

I'm the man you
know. I thought you--

I'm that--you
think-- I know you.

I'm him.

This is so not cool.

Oh, you're right. He
does lean to the left.

Told ya. Only when he's stressed.

I've never even noticed that before.

What?
D--what leans?

Thank you, Meredith. That was so fun.

Mm. Thanks for coming.

You have a great night.
Good night, Martha.

Good night, darling.

Okay. What did she say about me?

Oh, come on. I get it. I get it.

I mishandled this whole
thing, and I am sorry.

Believe me, I am sorry.

Please tell me what Meredith said.

Is it anything I need
to be worried about?

You know what, Castle?

As much as fun as it would
be to continue torturing you,

I actually like you
a little bit more now.

You do?

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Meredith is a fun,

dynamic, and
hard-to-say-no-to woman.

But...

as long as we're together,
she never stays here again.

That goes without saying.

Okay.

Mm. Let it go to voice mail.

Okay. Mm.

Oh, it's the precinct.

- What?
- Beckett.

Hey, I just got off with the D.E.A.

You need to get down here right now.

Yeah, okay. We'll be right there.

Michelle was very interested

in the D.E.A.'s caribbean
drug interdiction efforts,

which involve the tracking
of planes and boats

using satellite photos.

She obtained this
3-year-old satellite photo

from the night of Leann Piper's murder.

Take a look.

There's two boats.

Yeah, less than 50 feet apart.

And they identified that
one as Billy Piper's.

That's how he got away with it.

That's why Leann was never found.

Billy was afraid that
her body would wash up,

So he enlisted an accomplice
to take the remains

and dump them where
nobody would ever look.

If Michelle got on to this,

that accomplice might be
the person who murdered her.

Yeah, but how did she know
to look for another boat?

It was recently listed as an asset

in one of her divorce cases.

And, guys, you're never gonna
guess who the accomplice is.

Hello, Walter.

Can I help you?

Yeah, we're here to
see a man about a boat.

Why would I kill my
ex-wife's divorce lawyer?

She did a terrible job.

And because of that, I won.

Do you want to know why you won?

Because Michelle was
spending all of her time

sifting through your
financials from three years ago.

She became very interested
in how your family

and Billy Piper's family

were all members of the same yacht club.

So?

You and Billy Piper were friends.

Again, I respond, so?

So...

Michelle found proof that
you refueled your boat

near the waters where
billy's wife was killed.

She tracked your boat
using satellite photos.

This is Billy Piper's boat,
where his wife was last seen.

And whose boat is this over here?

Oh, it's yours.

The D.E.A. identified it as your boat.

You were Billy's accomplice.

The two of you had a pretty good plan,

except for there was one
thing you couldn't foresee.

That your wife would hire Michelle

to represent her in your divorce.

Michelle was probably looking
for proof of an affair.

Except she found something much worse.

That little boat trip
you took to the caribbean?

As she looked closer

at who you were with
and why you were there,

she discovered the truth.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

Without a confession, our
case is purely speculative.

Well, we could dig into Walter's life,

Maybe find some proof.

And some motive, too, if we're lucky.

Okay, so it's not just me?

Walter has no real motive, does he?

No. I mean, why would walter
help Billy kill his wife?

Yeah, sure, they're friends,
but what was in it for Walter?

Well, it's not like they agreed
to kill each others' wives,

like "Strangers on a Train."

Though what we saw of...
Walter's relationship,

I'm sure he thought about it.

Hey, guys.

I found something in
Walter's phone records,

and I'm not quite sure
what to make of it.

On the morning of Michelle's murder,

Walter made a 20-minute phone
call to the Garrison residence.

Garrison--the
accountant

that michelle was so desperate to meet?

Why would Walter call him?

Who's this?

The woman of my dreams.

She's married to that accountant.

Guys, look at Billy's...

dead wife.

And now look at the accountant's wife.

Different hair, different
nose, different chin, but...

They're the same woman.

That's why they never found a body,

Because Billy's dead wife Leann...

is alive.

Again, thank you, Mrs. Garrison

for coming down here
at such a late hour.

Didn't my husband answer all
the other detectives' questions?

Oh, he did, but there was just one...

that only you can answer.

Who's this woman?

Oh, here. Let me get that for you.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Sorry. I don't recognize her.

You sure about that?

Because, you know,

you can change your name,
you can change your looks,

but there is one thing
that you cannot change--

Your...

fingerprints.

We know who you are.

Hello, Leann.

Welcome back from the dead.

I think you must have the wrong person.

You can drop the charade, Leann.

We spoke with your current husband.

He said that you drove into the city

the night that Michelle was killed,

and he also identified the murder weapon

as a mahogany-handled ice pick

missing from your kitchen.

You know, it's funny,
for a minute there,

We thought Walter was helping Billy.

But actually, he was helping you.

The only thing that we
couldn't figure out was why?

Why did you go through all of this?

Because everybody loved Billy.

You try being married to him.

He was a hero in public
and a monster at home.

When I finally got the
courage to divorce him,

you know how the media portrayed me?

As just another gold
digging trophy wife,

looking for her half.

He destroyed my reputation.

He was gonna destroy me.

The only way I could get
my life back was to die.

But you needed help.

And Walter needed the money.

At least he did at the time.

So we devised a plan.

I convinced Billy to take the trip,

and then when the scotch
put him to sleep...

You escaped on to Walter's boat,

turning your husband into a wife killer.

It's what he deserved.

And I got to start over.

I was supposed to leave the country,

but I met Rob, and...

I fell for him.

We were so happy.

Until Michelle put the pieces together.

She said she couldn't
live with the injustice.

I mean, can you believe
that, from a lawyer?

She sided with Billy.

I mean, she knew what he was like.

She knew what he did to me.

Why couldn't she just leave it alone?

Stand up.

Let's go. Come on. Stand up.

Turn around.

Hands behind your back.

Leann Piper, you are under arrest

for the murder of Michelle Twohey.

I mean, I know your
apartment is habitable again,

I just... do you have to leave?

Do you want me here because
you actually want me here

or do you need protection
from the redheads?

A little of both.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

If it gets to be too much,

You can come and stay... at my place.

Thank you.

Are you sure it's okay
that I'm going to Paris

without you?

Just because I'm sick,
you shouldn't miss it.

I want you to go.

We all do.

What's going on?

I just feel so guilty

that mom is missing her
vacation because I'm sick,

so I told her to enjoy
Paris for the both of us.

Oh, are you sure, Alexis?
I mean, your mother...

Should...

Enjoy her vacation.

Have a safe trip, Meredith.

Je t'aime, maman.

Moi aussi. Je t'aime.

Adios, dear. Have fun.

Martha.

Well, this has been... oh, shoot.

I left my purse upstairs. Be a dear.

I'll grab it.

Detective Beckett, it
was a real pleasure.

Yes, it really was.

You know, Meredith, it's so funny.

When you first came and
insisted on staying here,

I was afraid that you might
have had a secret agenda.

Actually, I did.

When Alexis told me about you two

and how this one was serious,

I knew I had to check it out for myself.

And I'm so glad I did.

You two are great together.

Thank you.

Can I ask you a question?

Why didn't it work out
between you and Rick?

I'm sorry.

Is that too personal?

Oh, no, no, no. It's fine.

You know, being married
to Richard was great--

Full of romance and excitement,

Like a deliciously sweet souffle.

And then one day, I realized,
he knew everything about me--

My deepest secrets,
my worst pain--

Enough to fill a million novels.

But I didn't know enough about him

to even write a pamphlet.

I don't understand.

For instance, whenever I asked him about

how he felt about never
knowing his father,

He would smirk.

You know the way he smirks.

And then he would throw out a quip

and change the subject.

Our marriage went one way,
and that wasn't enough for me.

I mean...

Souffles are wonderful,

but sooner or later, they always fall.

Oh, but that was a long, long time ago.

Wh-what? 15 years in fact.

He's a totally different man now.

Yes, of course.

I was just curious.

Okay. Here we go.

Oh, you are the best, Rick. Thank you.

You bet.

I hope we see each other again.

Oh, me, too, Meredith.
Have a wonderful trip.

Good-bye, Rick.

Bye.

How about I make you a little
breakfast before you leave?

I'm gonna whip you up a smor-let.

It sounds better than it tastes.

Wait, that's--no. It's
the other way around.