All language subtitles for Castle.2009.S06E13.HDTV.x264-LOL

(Lady Gaga)
♪ give me the thing that I love ♪

♪ I'll turn the lights on ♪

(Man) Oh, my God. I think that's her car.
(Camera shutters clicking)

(Woman shouts indistinctly)

All, right, guys! Keep it clear.

Don't you have anything better to do?

(Photographer) Mandy, Mandy!

♪ Applause, applause, applause ♪

♪ I live for the applause-plause ♪

Mandy, have you... have you spoken
to Zach since the breakup?

♪ Live for the... ♪

Do you regret cheating on him?

Is there any truth to the rumor

that you're going back into rehab?

♪ A-r-t-p-o-p ♪

Castle?

Hmm?

(Sighs) Should I be worried

about your commitment to our engagement?

No. Why?

'Cause it says right here

that you're getting back
together with your ex-wife.

- What?
- Right here. Page six.

"Castle caught cuddling
with ex-wife publisher."

No, no, this was a business lunch.

We were discussing heat and storm books.

Oh, so, um, you weren't...

"gazing lovingly into her eyes"?

She had spinach in her teeth.
That's just... okay.

I don't... see, this wouldn't
happen if you just

let me announce our engagement.

We already talked about this.

Everyone that's important
to us already knows.

Yes, and just because
I'm a public figure

- doesn't mean you need to be one, too.
I know. - Exactly.

Well...
(Paper rustles)

As long as you don't mind
this sort of thing happening.

I don't. 'Cause it's not true.

And it only gives me more material...

(Whispers)
to torture you with.

Mm, and the student becomes the master.

(Doorbell buzzes)

Who rings the doorbell
at 6:45 in the morning?

Hey, Mr. C.! Hope I didn't wake ya.

No.

I was just on my way to work,

thought I would pick up
my letter of recommendation.

Right! For your grant, uh, application.

Really appreciate you doing it.

I know I told Alexis I was finished,

but I... I hadn't really quite, um...

I'm still tweaking it.
This... I'm getting it just right.

You're a perfectionist, like me.

Well, take your time...
not too much time.

Deadline's tonight.

I'll have it done by lunch.

Thanks, Mr. C.!

- You're the best!
- I know.

- Hi!
- Hi, Pi!

Bye!

You haven't written a word, have you?

No. But in my defense,
what am I supposed to write?

- It's Pi.
- So then why'd you offer?

I didn't. Alexis asked. I can't say no.

But no more excuses.
I'm gonna do it right now.

(Cell phone ringing)

Unless that's a murder.

This is Harvey Stryker
with celebgazer.com.

We're getting unconfirmed reports that

pop diva Mandy Sutton is dead at 22.

Mandy Sutton? Oh, no.

Alexis used to love
her kids show, "Mandy Melody."

She was a regular teen by day

and a crime-fighting pop star by night.

But no one recognized her at school

because she wore glasses.

Well, it looks like
she could've used that trick

in real life.

I mean, look at this.
No wonder she was such a mess.

Detective!

Can you confirm for us that Mandy
Sutton's dead? I, you know...

- Can you give us any details about how she
died? - I gotta go. I have work to do. Sorry.

Oh, hey, Richard Castle. Is it true

that you're getting back
together with your ex-wife?

This isn't about me today.

Uh, Castle?

How come you didn't deny it?

- What do you mean? Back there? Are you
kidding? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, if I deny that,
then they think it's true.

- I thought that stuff didn't bother you.
- It doesn't.

Hey.

- So Mandy lived in this building?
- Yeah, penthouse.

Doorman found her
just before 6:00 this morning.

- O.D.?
- Given her lifestyle, you'd think.

But this is plain old-fashioned murder...

blunt-force trauma
to the back of the head,

the facial lacerations
probably happened with the fall.

Okay, when did this happen?

Lividity puts it between
9:00 and 11:00 last night.

Well, we can cut
that time frame in half.

Doorman said that
the limo dropped her off

to the lobby last night at 10:00 P.M.

She was killed within an hour
of returning home?

What was she doing back here?

Doorman didn't know. But he said that

she uses that door sometimes

when she wants to avoid the crowd.

So maybe she was sneaking out
or meeting someone?

If so, it was probably someone she knew.

Gates are locked on both sides.

You need an access code to get in.

Is there any security cam
footage we can pull?

Not back here.

Ironic, seeing as how
she spent her entire life

in front of cameras.

Paparazzi was out front last night.

Let's see if we can get copies
of their photos.

Whoever was behind this
might've been in that crowd.

And no talking to the press,

not until we know what's going on.

Where is she? Oh, my God, Mandy!

(Esposito) - Ma'am?
- Mandy!

Ma'am, this is a crime scene.
You can't be back here.

I... you don't understand.
I'm her personal assistant.

You still can't be back here.

But we will need
to take you to the station

to get a statement.

Do you have contact information
for her next of kin?

That would be her... her manager.

I mean, her mother.

(Woman) How did this happen?

What was she even doing in that alley?

Do you know of anyone

that would've wanted to harm
your daughter?

(Sighs) Yeah.

A lot of people disliked her,
who she became,

her provocative clothes, and dancing.

They just wanted her to be
little "Mandy Melody" forever.

Had she received any threats recently?

Sure, she'd get some disturbing letters.

But any that were too aggressive,

we'd turn over to the security firm.

Okay, we're gonna need to
see all of those letters.

Now do you know
if she was planning on meeting

with anyone at her apartment last night?

We hadn't spoken to her in two days.

She was missing?

No, we knew where she was.

It wasn't hard to track her

on social media and gossip sites.

She was partying pretty hard.

For the past few months,
Mandy'd been doing really great.

She stayed clean
since her last stint in rehab.

She even met a new guy

while she was doing
her community service.

Zach.

He builds houses for the poor.

And then a couple nights ago,
she went to a club

for someone's birthday, and I guess...

She got drunk and she started

making out with an old boyfriend.

And someone took a picture.
It hit all the gossip sites.

When Zach saw...
It was too much for him.

They got into a big fight,
and he left her.

How long had they been dating?

Four months.

Which means he would know
how to access the alley

behind your daughter's building.

Do you know where we could find him?

It's funny. The first time
I saw this picture,

I didn't think I could feel any worse

but... now that she's gone...

Yeah? Exactly how bad did you feel?

Look, I loved her.
I would never hurt her.

Then you wouldn't mind us
asking where you were

between 10:00 and 11:00 last night.

I... I didn't do this, okay?

I was at a lumberyard
in Fairfield, New Jersey,

loading up a truck
with the rest of these guys.

You can... you can ask them.

And the last time you saw her?

Two days ago when I broke it off.

Why are you asking me these questions?

I'm not the one

with the attempted manslaughter charges.

Manslaughter charge?

Yeah, her ex-boyfriend, Jesse Jones...

the one in that picture.

He's the one who got her
into drugs in the first place.

And Mandy never told anyone this,

but the last time they broke up,

he threatened to kill her.

Weapons charges.

Aggravated assault.
(Folder thuds)

That's a hell of a resume, Jesse.

How does someone like you

hook up with a superstar like Mandy?

Like all the other
pretty little rich girls

that come to me for their ink.

She was looking for a lot more
than a tattoo.

I was happy to provide.

So I read online that the two of you

were stormy and it didn't end well.

You trashed her apartment

and made some pretty serious threats.

Water under the bridge.

Until two nights ago,
when you guys hooked up.

How'd that happen?

I was at a bar. She came in,

threw herself at me like old times,

and I obliged.

That was the last time I saw her.

How'd you take it

when right after that
photo of you two appeared,

she told "Celebgazer" that you were...

human trash... and that that night was

"the biggest mistake of her life"?

She seemed to like it okay at the time.

Where were you last night
between 10:00 and 11:00?

I was at a pool hall in queens
with some friends.

(Cell phone rings)

(Notepad and pen thud)

Names.
(Ring)

(Pen clicks)

(Beep)
Lanie, what's going on?

We have a little problem here.

So what's the problem?

(Mrs. Sutton) I'll tell you
what the problem is.

That's not my daughter.

That's not Mandy.

Castle 6x13 - Limelight
Original air date January 20, 2014

Sync and corrections by atrn97g
for www.addic7ed.com

So Mandy's mom identified
our victim as... (Clack)

Claire Samuels, 25.
She was an aspiring actress.

(Castle) - And Mandy's decoy.
- Decoy?

Yeah, to fool the press.

It's a practice not uncommon
in this age of stalkerazzi.

So she'd dress up as Mandy.
She'd put on sunglasses.

She'd let the hordes follow her

so that Mandy could go about unnoticed.

Now we notified Claire's
parents. They're flying in,

and Esposito's digging
into her life as we speak.

So if Claire is our actual victim,

then where's Mandy Sutton?

We don't know. No one has seen her,

and she's not answering her phone.

Given that Claire
was pretending to be Mandy

when she was killed,
then we need to consider

the very real possibility
that Mandy Sutton

was our killer's intended target,

and that they might
be looking to finish the job.

They may already have,
which is why we can't find her.

Found her. She's checked
into the wessex hotel

under one of her aliases.

But she's not answering her room phone.

And she's not responding
to knocks on the door.

(Clicks and beeps)

(Whispers) Castle.

That's not blood. It's wine.

(Grunts)

(Moans)

(Weakly) Closing time already?

(Moans)

Who are you?

What do you mean, I'm dead?

Claire Samuels was killed last night,

and the world thinks that that was you.

Who?

Claire Samuels... she's your decoy.

The girl we dressed to look like you

to confuse the paparazzi.

Oh. Oh, yeah, um...

God, that's pretty harsh.

Do you know why she went
to your apartment last night?

No. Why?

Well, I mean, we're trying to figure out

how she got there, and your mom said

that she wasn't scheduled
to work yesterday. So...

Yeah, uh, the limo company
claims that the car

she arrived in was ordered by you.

I've never drunk dialed
a limo before. But...

Nope. Wasn't me.

What about Claire? Did you call her?

No. I barely know her.

We discouraged personal contact.

It wouldn't make much sense
to have a decoy

if they're gonna be seen
hanging out together.

(Raspy voice) Can I lie down now?

Actually, miss Sutton, we still
have a few more questions

for you about your life.

My life?

Yeah, we think you may have been
the intended target.

Oh, yeah.

That does make more sense. Okay.

So, um, do you know

if anyone would have wanted to hurt you?

Do you have any enemies?

The press, but... they wouldn't hurt me.

Without me, who would they write
all those bad things about?

Okay, well, the last two days
when you were out...

Socializing, did you have any fights

or did you upset anyone?

Probably.

I'm...
(Sighs)

a little hazy on the details.

(Inhales deeply)
Okay.

- Okay.
- That it?

Uh, yeah, for now. In the meantime,

you should probably go back
to the hotel and, uh,

lay low in your room.

Shouldn't we make an announcement?

Let everyone know that she isn't dead?
Well, you know what?

If someone was trying to kill her,

it might be safer to let them assume

that they've actually succeeded
while we're still doing our job.

How long? She starts a tour next week.

And as her manager, I can't imagine that

it's gonna help ticket sales
if everyone thinks she's dead.

Yeah, wouldn't want to screw up
the big comeback tour.

Sweetie, you've worked
really hard on those new songs.

We're talking about staying out of sight

for a day, maybe less.

Hopefully by then we'll have
a lead that'll help us

figure out who's behind this.

(Ryan) Uh, Beckett?

I might have an idea about that.

We found this anonymous letter
in her fan mail.

"I'm watching you, and I don't
like what I see."

Yeah, well, get in line.

Guys... look around.

I get letters from creepazoids
all the time.

But in addition to the letter,

- he also included these.
- Oh, my God.

That's my bedroom, while I was sleeping.

Your building is supposed to be secure.

- How did he get in?
- That's ink-jet paper.

- Mm-hmm.
- So?

So we might be able to track it.

- How?
- Most people don't know this,

but the serial number
of the printer that was used

to make these photographs

is actually embedded into the picture.

It's printed in tiny, little yellow dots

invisible to the naked eye.
It's... it's an FBI thing

used to track counterfeiters.

(Exhales deeply) I don't feel so hot.

You know, I... I think
someone needs a cup of coffee.

(Gurgling)

(Hisses)
All right.

Here is your 4-shot latte.

How you feeling?

Considering I'm supposed to be dead,

about right.

Yeah...
(Chuckles)

I just can't believe that freak
was actually in my bedroom.

We'll find him.

I know how tough it can be...

the crazy fans, the constant scrutiny,

the pressure of living your life

under a microscope.
I mean, I can relate.

On a smaller scale,
of course, but still, it's...

Wh... who are you?

On a much smaller scale.

- Dad. There you are.
- Hey, Alexis.

What are you doing he...
oh, the, uh, the letter for Pi...

the... I just, I'm about to...
I just gotta make a few tweaks.

- You haven't written it.
- Not all... not yet.

I thought you might need some help...

(Beep) So I came up with
some talking points for you.

Oh, good. Okay, um...

"Outstanding person... natural leader."

Dad, I know you and Pi
don't always see eye-to-eye.

If you don't feel comfortable
doing this...

No, listen, hey...
(Cell phone thuds)

Hey, pi and I see eye-to-eye

on one very important redheaded thing.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

Hey! Can you believe that
about Mandy Sutton?

- It's weird, right?
- Yes, weird...

Remember how much I loved her show,

and those secret identity glasses?

If you were mad at me,
I'd wear a pair of glasses

to dinner, and you'd pretend
like you didn't know who I was?

I remember, actually...
(Chuckles) But then she grew up.

And whoa! I mean, how does that
happen to someone...

becoming such a hot mess? I...

(Thuds)

Oh, my God.

- I... thought you were...
- Yeah.

Alexis, this is Mandy.

We're just, uh, keeping her
under wraps for now.

This is my daughter.

Hmm.

It's nice to meet you.

No, dad, it's not true.

Yes, I know what they wrote.

We're still engaged.

What do you mean aunt Theresa
put it on her Facebook?

Well, t... tell her to take it down.

I gotta go. I love you.

Bye.

(Cell phone thuds)
Hey, Espo.

Do you believe everything

that they write in the newspapers?
Oh. (Scoffs)

Hell, no. I mean, except for that thing

between Castle and his ex-wife.
I mean, it's...

Did you find anything on Claire?

As a matter of fact, I did.

I went into the phone records
of that limo company.

It turns out that Claire was the one

who ordered that limo last night.

Why would Claire order a limo

to take her to Mandy's place?
I don't know.

But I just got off the phone
with Claire's roommate.

Said Claire's been
going through some things

the last couple of days.
She's been upset... crying.

(Ryan) Hey.

Those photos of Mandy in her bedroom...

I traced the printer's serial number

to an electronics store in midtown.

According to the extended warranty,

it belongs to a Ken Castor.

So he's done time. For aggravated assault.
And then two years ago,

he was hit with a restraining order

for stalking... Mandy Sutton.

Old habits die hard.

And those paparazzi photos from
the night that she was killed,

I went through them.
Look who was right there

when Claire stepped out of that limo...

Same guy.

(Clatters)

Police! N.Y.P.D.!

(Clattering) Kitchen clear.

Bedroom clear!

(Ryan) Hey. Closet.

Aah!

Aah! (Grunting)

Let go of me!

(Continues grunting)

Let go of me! Gimme your arm!

I didn't do anything!

You okay? Yeah.

I think we got our guy.

No, listen. You don't understand.

The hell we don't.

We know that you took
those pictures, Ken.

We know that you were in her apartment.

Because she needed me.

Needed you?

I was protecting her.

I was watching over her, and she...

She needed that.

Right.

'Cause she didn't
have people watching her

and staring at her already.
They didn't care.

Not like me. They... they...

They don't understand her.

I mean, they drove her to it, you know?

That's why I sent her the pictures...

because she needed to know
that someone cared.

She... she needed to know
that someone was watching.

Is that what you were doing

outside of her apartment last night?

Watching?

(Voice trembling)
I-I should have saved her.

But I-I never saw her.

I-I-I waited for the limo,

but then that girl came out...

the... the not Mandy, the other girl.

So I-I went around to the back alley,

and I waited across the street.

When the other girl goes in the front,

that means that Mandy goes in the back.

But... but she didn't.

Wait, you waited for Mandy out in back?

Yeah.

Did you see anything else?

Did you see anyone
go in or out of that alley?

J-just the motorcycle.

Wait a minute. What...

What motorcycle?

Well, right when
I was going in the back,

there was a motorcycle
that was going into the...

the alley. What time? When?

10:07.

I-I-I wrote it down.

I-I write everything down.

And then at, uh, 10:12, it, uh, it left.

Did you get a license plate?

I couldn't write it down.
It was going too fast.

What about the rider?

Did you see his face?
They were wearing a helmet.

I-I didn't know Mandy was back there.

I mean, I-I never saw her
go back, you know?

What about the motorcycle?

Color? Trim?

I wrote that down.

It was... it was red. It was, um...

Uh... (Stammering)

It was a red Ducati 800 Supersport.

It had gold wheels,

and it had a flame decal on the body.

What do you think? He's a nut job.

But he's probably not our killer.

Yeah? How's that? Unlike the paparazzi,

he knew Claire was getting
out of the limo.

So he can tell them apart.

And since he's obsessed with Mandy,

there would be no reason
for him to go after Claire.

We'll hold him.

But if he's not our killer,
he's probably our best witness.

Why don't we get ahold of
traffic cam footage in the area?

Let's see if we can get
a plate on that Ducati.

Gold wheels, a flame decal on the body.

It's gotta be a custom job.

Yeah. I'll check with
bike shops in the area,

see if I can find the place
that did that work.

Where's Castle?

He's having dinner
with his other ex-wife,

something about not wanting her
to feel left out.

(Chuckles) Good one. He's
holed up in the break room

writing that letter
for Alexis' boyfriend.

Thank you.

(Alexis) Will you stop worrying?

He'll have lots of great things
to say about you.

I guarantee it. I don't know.

I'm not exactly
Mr. C.'s favorite person.

And he is taking an awfully long time.

He does have other things
to do, you know.

No, Al, that's not what I meant.

Maybe he's done by now.

He said he'd text me when it was ready.

Let's see.

That's weird. My phone's off.
(Cell phone clicks)

(Cell phone ringtone playing)

That's... not my ring.

Hello? You have my phone.

Mandy? Hi.

Uh, yeah, I just realized.

Funny, we must have switched. (Chuckles)

I need it. I'm at the wessex hotel.

Okay. Sure. Oh, it's...

not like I took it
on purpose or anything,

just a misunderstanding.

Room 522.

(Cell phone alert chimes)
Yeah, sure. Not a...

(Beep)
Hello?

I guess I'm bringing Mandy her phone.

I-I gotta head uptown.

The bee pupae are emerging.
See you later?

- Okay. Bye.
- Bye. Oh!

Mwah!

(Sighs)

Hey.

Hey, so, uh...
(Ice cubes rattling)

Here's your phone.

Okay.

Look, I'm sorry about
that whole "hot mess" thing

I said before.

Sorry that you said it, or sorry that
I heard it? (Cell phone clatters)

I... should probably go.

It happens when you're not looking.

Excuse me?

Before... you asked how it happens...

how someone becomes like me.

It happens when you're not looking,

and by the time you realize it,

it's already who you are.

Like the car crash
on the side of the road

everybody stops and... and watches.

That doesn't mean
it's who you have to be.

You can always change.

Turns out I don't do change so well.

But...

you steal a police car,

and you set it on fire, I'm your girl.

Or if you find the greatest
guy in the world,

fall madly in love,

and then mess it up by
hooking up with my dirtbag ex?

That I can do.

Yeah, I... Saw that picture online.

You and the rest of the world.

(Ice cubes rattle)
Maybe if you didn't drink.

If I don't drink, then I start to feel.

And I don't like what I feel.

I wish I had those glasses
from "Mandy melody."

I'd just put 'em on and...

Just disappear.

(Inhales deeply) I know how you feel.

How could you possibly know how I feel?

Because right now, I...

Wish I could disappear
from my life, too.

Okay, thanks. I'll check back.

(Beep) Hey.

So how's pi's recommendation going?

It took me less time to write
the last Derrick storm novel.

And although they both
are works of fiction,

at least that one was believable.

How's the case coming?

Well, we got a description
of the motorcycle

that left the crime scene,
and tech's trying to get

a plate off of traffic cam
footage, but so far no luck.

Our luck just changed.
We got the son of a bitch.

We found a shop that outfitted

a red Ducati 800 with gold wheels

and a flame decal
for one Josh Greenberg.

Is that our guy?

(Ryan) Josh Greenberg had
a slight liquidity problem.

So he sold that bike
three days ago for cash

to...

(Magnet clacks) This guy.

Jesse Jones... Mandy's ex.

So he lied to us. He was in that alley.

All right. Bring him in.

We already sent a car over to his place.

He's not there. Mandy might
be able to help out.

She probably knows his hangouts.

All right, go.

(Pops and clatters)

(Alexis) The thing about
my boyfriend is...

I thought I was being so grown-up...

moving in with him,
getting my own place.

But now it's my whole life.

And I'm pretty sure
I've made a huge mistake.

Do you know why I'm helping him
with his grant application?

Because if he gets it,
he'll have to travel.

That is messed up. You need to tell him.

Tell him what?

That I changed my mind?
I don't want a relationship?

We have a lease.

That's romantic.

And he doesn't deserve it.

He hasn't done anything wrong.

Oh! And then there's my dad.

What do I tell him, huh?

That he was right all along,

that I wasn't ready? (Forced laugh)

I wish I would have said that. (Sighs)

I wasn't ready for so many things.

Do you ever look back
on something you've done

and... it's like
someone else is doing it?

You're kidding, right?

Right.

(Chuckles) Sorry, I...

Haven't had anyone to talk to.

Clearly.

(Sighs)

"Be true to yourself."

That's what Zach would say.

And if a situation is bad for you,

leave it. That's what
we were going to do.

And that's what you should do, too.

(Chuckles)
(Cell phone alert chimes)

Mandy, is someone texting you?

Weird, since I'm supposed to be dead.

(Lid clatters)

Oh, it's my friend Sam.

"Pretty sure you're not dead.

"Need to talk about girl who died,

something you need to know"?

(Dialing)

Wait, what... what are you doing?

Calling him? But you're
supposed to be laying low.

No one's supposed to know you're alive.

He already knows I'm alive.

He thinks you're alive.

He might be trying to find out for sure.

And what if it's not Sam?

It could be the killer
trying to lure you out.

Would you relax?
It's Sam's number, okay?

And he's not answering, which means

he's probably bartending.

That place he works is really loud.
(Beep)

I have to go see him.

You can't go out.
What if someone sees you?

You don't get it, do you?

I am the one
that is supposed to be dead,

not Claire. She died because of me.

And I know that people
think that I don't care,

but I'm not a monster.

If Sam has information
about Claire's death,

I need to know what it is.

I just want to do one thing right.

Mandy! (Huffs)

You shouldn't be doing this.

Yeah, well, you're not gonna stop me.

Okay, but if you're going to do it,

you can't be recognized.

Do you understand?
You're going to need someone

to do all the talking for you.

(Elevator bell dings) (Sighs) Come on.

(Sighs)

Mandy's gone?! Gone where?

We're not sure.

No one at the front desk saw her leave.

(Sighs) Are there any signs
of foul play?

(Beep) Nah, it looks
like she just took off.

Maybe she, uh, picked up
where she left off

on that bender.
You guys gotta come back.

We have to coordinate a search.

We'll check with the limo company,

see if she called for a pickup.
And I'll talk to her mom.

I'll get a list of all
the places she likes to go to.

We have to find her
before Jesse figures out

that he killed the wrong person.

What?

What happened?

Where's Mandy?

(Blondfire's
"Walking With Giants" playing)

(Sighs) Are you sure I can't
talk you out of this?

There he is. There's Sam.

Are you crazy?! What are you doing?

That's what I'm here for.

♪

Sam!

Hey, Sam!

That's not gonna get
the job done there, red.

You want to lose some layers?

Take off grandma's scarf.

♪

I have something else in mind.

(Clears throat) So she was like,

"can you believe it?" And I was like,

"no way." (Gasps)

I am so sorry.

Are you okay? (Speaks indistinctly)

(Lowered voice) Oh. Oh, Sam...
(Glass clattering)

Right? Can I please
get her another drink?

Oh, and, um...

There's someone here to see you.

♪

Mandy? Oh, my God, girl, is that you?

Can we talk somewhere more private?

Yeah, um...

Y'all meet me over there.

♪

Yo, I am so glad that you're okay.

You had me worried.

I saw those pictures of you and Jesse,

then the next thing you know,
everybody's saying

that you're dead? What
made you think I wasn't?

That clip on the news...

the one of the limo dropping "you" off

at your building last night,
except that girl wasn't you.

How could you tell?

(Chuckles) 'Cause that same girl

was in here last night
wearing the same thing

she had on as when
she got out of that limo.

Wait a second.
Claire was here last night?

Yeah, yeah. I think
that's what her name was.

You talked to her?

Yeah, she came in looking for me.

She heard I was friends with Mandy.

She wanted her private number.

What for? She was trying
to reach you because

she thought somebody
was trying to hurt you.

Who?

She didn't say, but she got way mad

when I wouldn't give her your number.

Yeah, I... man, I thought
this girl was nuts...

you know, a crazy fan or something.

Then she asked me how she can
get in touch with Jesse.

Jesse? What does he have to do with this?
I don't know, but...

She was pretty hot to talk to him, too.

So I called Jesse,
and I put him on with her.

What'd she say?

I didn't hear, but she was pretty upset.

And since she ended up dead,
I thought you should know.

(Woman) Hey, Sam!

(Chuckles) Hey, uh...

Wait here a second.

People gettin' thirsty over there.

I don't get it. Did Claire know Jesse?

I don't know. I didn't think she did.

There's only one way to find out.

I'm calling Jesse. Wait.
He could be involved.

If Claire thought someone
was trying to kill you,

do you really think
it's a good idea to call...

anybody ever tell your friend

that she looks like Mandy Sutton?

Yeah, she gets that all the time.

It's a shame what happened
to Mandy, isn't it?

Hey, that is Mandy.

Oh, my God. Mandy Sutton is alive.

(Man) Mandy Sutton's alive!

(Clatters)

There's still no word
on Jesse's whereabouts.

Same with Mandy. But get this...

when I called the limo company

to see if she ordered up
a ride from her hotel tonight,

they said she didn't, but they told me

that I wasn't the only guy
asking that question.

Someone else called?
Yeah, some guy who said

that he was with her management company.

But I checked.
No one there made that call.

Jesse. Maybe he found out
that she was still alive.

Looks like everyone just did.

(Woman on TV) ...That Mandy Sutton,

presumed dead, may actually be alive.

Mandy was reportedly just spotted

at trendy downtown nightspot
the raptor lounge.

And now he knows where to find her.

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring) (Man) Hello?

Yeah.

Where?

(Engine turns on)

(Engine revving)

We gotta get her out of there.

Yeah. I'll send a car to pick her up.

(Woman on TV) And we have some footage

from the raptor lounge
shot just moments ago

and posted by one of our viewers.

Uh... Castle, I-isn't that...

that's ale-Alexis.

What is she doing there?

(Beeps)

(Woman) Mandy! Yes, I am alive!

Don't trample me to death.
(Cell phone rings)

(All shouting at once) (Ring)

(Man) Mandy! We have to
get out of here. Uh...

Oh! This way. Come on. (Ring)

(Crowd shouting)

Um, I'm gonna call my dad.

Let's get out of here first.

Speak of the devil, and she appears.

I need to talk to you.

Yeah, same here. Get in.

I'm not so sure that's a good idea.

Get in, both of you.

(Gears shift, engine turns off)

Get out.

Just get out. Out! Now!

(Car door closes) Get over here!

Sorry I dragged you into this.

Well... I want answers.

Answers about what?

Someone is messing with me,

and I know you're involved somehow.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't lie to me! Guys, let's
just calm down, okay?

I'm sure we can talk this out.

Shut up. Hey!

Jesse, look at me.

I made a mistake.

Okay, I-if you thought whatever happened

the other night between us
meant that we were

getting back together, I'm sorry,

but that's not what's gonna happen.

You know that wasn't you the other night

in that photo. What?

If it wasn't her, then who was it?

It's that chick, Claire.

I got paid 25 grand
to show up and suck face

with her for a couple minutes.

You're telling me that you
really don't know? No!

I was messed up that night.
I don't remember anything.

I don't even remember getting messed up.

Maybe you didn't.

Maybe somebody drugged you
so you wouldn't remember.

And then I-I would see the photos

and assume that it was me? Jesse...

How could you do that to me?

This isn't about you, not anymore.

What happened, Mandy?

Hmm? Who killed Claire?

I don't know.

What do you care?

I care 'cause the cops
are trying to pin it on me.

Someone must have seen me
in the alley that night.

Wait a minute. You were there,

when she was killed?
I had to talk to her.

Now we were supposed to get
another 25 grand

for staging that photo,

if we kept our mouth shut
when the story ran.

Only bitch got a conscience,
felt bad about everything

she had done,
especially 'cause the pictures

broke up you and what's his name... Zach.

She just had to set things right.

That's why she was trying to get
in touch with you last night.

She called me and said she was
going over to your place

to tell you everything.

Only that means I'm not
gonna get my money.

So I go over there
to talk her out of it,

that's it!

And when I get there, she's dead.

Jesse, if you didn't kill Claire,

then put the gun down.

We can go to the police
together and figure this out.

I promise... you're trying to confuse me!

Now shut up before I do
something I... (Sirens wailing)

(Tires screech) (Ryan) Turn
around right now, Jesse!

Drop that gun, Jesse!

(Ryan) Show 'em! Show your hands!

Down! Now, now! (Grunting)

Dad. Hey.

It's okay. It's over.

If Jesse's story is true,
then Claire was about to reveal

that those photos were fake
and someone killed her for it.

So maybe Claire Samuels

was the intended target after all.

If Jesse's story is true.
That's a big "if."

All right, thanks, bill.
(Hangs up receiver)

So Jesse was telling
the truth about this much...

he deposited $25,000 cash

in his bank account five days ago.

Any more on who paid him?

No, we got a typewritten note

that told him
when to meet Claire at the bar

and where to find the money
at a dead drop.

Why would someone pay that much money

to stage a photo in the first place?

And what was so important about it

that someone would kill Claire

in order to keep it
from being exposed as a fake?

I don't know,

but I could think of someone who might.

Guys, did Jesse tell you

where in the club that photo was taken?

Somewhere in the back hidden from view.

Couldn't be any witnesses,
or the gag wouldn't work.

So that photographer
didn't just happen to be there.

He was in on it.

So who's the photographer?

James Lockhart. How you doin'?

N.Y.P.D. We gotta ask you
some questions, bro.

Listen, can you guys
come back a little later?

Excuse me?

There's an actress in this cafe,
Reese Wellingford?

I've been waiting an hour
for her to come out.

Listen, fool, this is
a criminal investigation.

Who paid you to take

those pictures you sold to "Celebgazer"?

The ones with Jesse Jones

and the girl who wasn't Mandy Sutton?

Nobody paid me.

Oh, really? So you just ended up
in that backroom,

in that bar when those two hooked up?

Yep, just lucky, I guess. Here she is.

Where? I don't even... is
she over... where is it?

Did you see her? I don't even see her.
Is she...

am I... am I in the way?
Oh, you can't, uh, um...

Oh, hey! Oh, there she goes.
She's right there.

Oh, no. Oh. She got in a cab.

All right, look, I got a tip, okay?

They said show up at such
and such time, go in the back.

I got a few shots before security threw me out.
So who gave you that tip?

I can't tell you that.
I thought we were cool.

Oh, come on. You think
I'm gonna rat out my sources?

This is my livelihood.

How do you think
your livelihood's gonna go

with me and my boy here following
you around all day? (Sighs)

Harvey stryker from
celebgazer.com tipped him off?

He didn't just run that photo
on "Celebgazer,"

he set the whole thing up.

But why? Doesn't this dirtbag
have enough scandals

to report on without
having to make up his own?

Because it wasn't just about
the one scandal.

For years, Mandy has been
drawing millions of eyeballs

to "Celebgazer,"
with her public meltdowns,

or drunken escapades,
the, uh, trips to rehab.

But in the past few months,
she calmed down,

got her life back in order.

Because of Zach.

Which was no good for business.

So Harvey staged the photo,
turns Mandy back

into the train wreck that
he grew to love and exploit.

And it worked, too, until Claire
was gonna ruin it all

by calling the photo out as a hoax,

destroying Harvey's reputation.

And that's why Harvey
was at the apartment.

He wasn't waiting for Mandy.
He was waiting for Claire.

He was waiting to silence her.

Fake? No, no, no, no.

celebgazer.com doesn't do fake.

And yet you ran that one.

Come on, Harvey.

We know you set the whole thing up.

You paid Jesse, then you paid Claire.

I didn't pay anyone. And who is Claire?

(Taps table) The girl in the photo.

The one that you killed
right after she threatened

to expose you?

Wait a minute.

I had nothing to do with any of this.

So then how did you get that photo?

I bought it from a freelancer.

We spoke with him.

He said that you sent him to that bar,

which means you knew
Claire and Jesse were there.

How did you know?

The same way I always know.

I was tipped!

Do you actually expect us
to believe that?

It's true! I swear.

I remember exactly when it happened.

They called my cell. I can show you.

Yo, that phone call Harvey got
came from a burner phone

paid for with cash.

So they were covering their tracks.

Yeah, only they didn't
do a very good job of it.

They forgot to disable the G.P.S.

We were able to track the G.P.S. data.

Yeah. That phone was in the
alley behind Mandy's building

the night of the murder.

So then whoever bought that phone

is our killer.

Thank you for coming in.
We, uh, we just wanted

to keep you up-to-date
on the investigation.

So there's been a development?

Yes, we have a lead.

We've identified
the cell phone of the person

that set up that fake photo.

And we believe the same person
killed Claire Samuels.

Who is it?

Well, actually, it was a burner phone.

A burner phone?

So it's not traceable.

Uh, normally, it wouldn't be.

But the person who bought this phone

made one crucial mistake.

They didn't get rid of it
when they were done.

Matter of fact, it's still on right now.

(Beep)

(Cell phone rings)

Mom? (Ring)

(Ring)

Mom!

You set up that photo?

You did this to me?
Why would you do that?

Why do you wanna ruin my life?

It was Zach who was ruining your life.

I was saving you.

Wait a minute. Wait. You did this

to break me up with Zach?

He was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

He was gonna take me away
from all of this.

That's right, away from
everything we'd worked for...

your tour, your career,

he was gonna cost you millions.

You mean cost you millions?

And for what?

A chance to be normal!

(Scoffs) Normal.

You're special.

Zach didn't understand that.

And neither did Claire.

So you... killed her?

She was gonna tell you what I'd done.

She was gonna make you hate me.

I couldn't let her
drive a wedge between us.

I couldn't.

Marilyn Sutton, please stand up.

(Handcuffs clink)

Turn around.

You're under arrest for the murder

of Claire Samuels. (Handcuffs click)

(Exhales) Mandy, sweetie,
you understand, right?

I did this for you, Mandy.

Everything I did, I did for you.

No, mom.

You did it for you.

(Beckett) Let's go.

Just when I thought

life couldn't get any more
messed up, right? (Scoffs)

And the train wreck continues.
The press is gonna love this.

Sorry. I'm gonna go.

Thank you.

Um, hey, Mandy. Sorry, um, not to pry,

but, uh, it would be really
easy just to run and hide

from all this.

But don't.

Thanks.

Thank you for all you guys did.

Um, could you thank Alexis
for me, too, please?

I will. Yeah, she was here.

Actually, I don't know
where she went. There's, oh...

I'm back, and I've brought
someone with me.

Hey, Mandy.

Zach.

(Sighs)

Once we realized Mandy
hadn't really cheated on him,

I tracked him down.

I thought he needed to know.

(Mouths words) (Castle) Good.

I hope it works out for them.

Mandy needs something good in her life.

They've got a shot.

They seem to really love each other

for all the right reasons.

Oh, um, speaking of boyfriends...

(Paper rustles)

Pi's letter of recommendation.

He did get the deadline extended, right?

No, he did.

Good.

How did I spell "pi"?
Did I put it like the dessert?

'Cause that was just... no, dad.

You got it right. Okay. (Chuckles)

(Sighs) I'm just not sure I did.

Where... where you off to?

There's something I need to do.

Hey, Castle,

looks like your love life
made the paper again.

Ah, what? All right.

All right, who am I hooking up with now?

"Novelist Richard Castle
and New York police detective

"Katherine Beckett,
both native new yorkers,

are pleased to announce
their engagement."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I didn't... I did...

I didn't do this.

Actually, I did.

I thought you... I know, I know, Castle.
I like my privacy.

But I do realize
that you're somewhat famous.

Somewhat? (Scoffs) I...

yes. And if we're gonna be together,

I have to come to terms with that,

and if they are gonna write about you,

I want it to be the truth.
I want it to be about us.

Well, there's no one I...

there's no one I'd rather
share a headline with.

But just for the interest of accuracy...

(Paper rustles)

Does it say we're getting
married in space?

No, it's not gonna happen, babe.

Be pretty fun.

Space.

Sync and corrections by atrn97g
for www.addic7ed.com