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.