They were on top of the world
until the financial crisis struck and they flamed out.
That's when their wives got busy taking over.
"The Wives Of Wall Street"--
Penelope, the fashion mogul...
You look amazing in my dress.
Margo, the cosmetics queen...
If you weren't my son, I'd fire your ass.
Colette, home decor diva...
Let's sell today, people.
And then of course there's Hannah.
What will she do next?
Don't let anyone stop you
from getting what you want.
No, no, no.
We need more Hannah.
She's the reason our numbers are spiking.
We all like this at the network, Peter.
It's balanced.
Maybe that works for your brain-numbing finance shows.
But this is reality TV.
We need to hype the conflict.
We need the unexpected.
Uh, sorry to interrupt Mr. Monroe.
The police are calling for you.
There's been a murder.
Okay. Okay. Heart-shaped cuff links?
Could you stop guessing?
Okay, a pony? It's a rocket.
It's a limited-edition "Star Wars" lightsaber
signed by George Lucas.
Yes, because nothing says "Happy Valentine's Day"
like a "Star Wars" toy.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Please tell me that you didn't get me a lightsaber
for our first Valentine's Day together.
Please give me some credit.
You are gonna love what I got you.
And you're gonna love what I got you.
What about you, Espo?
Any plans for Valentine's Day tomorrow?
Uh, yeah.
Investigating a murder.
I see.
Victim is Hannah Green, 23.
She's one of the stars of the show
"The Wives Of Wall Street."
Her brother's on his way into the precinct from Jersey.
"Wives Of Wall Street," the reality show?
Yeah. Seen it?
Just long enough to make me want to kill myself.
One minute of lunatics backstabbing each other is enough.
Speaking of backstabbing...
She almost looks like she's asleep.
The bus driver who came through last night
at 11:15 thought she was.
It wasn't until this morning anyone realized she was dead.
Based on liver temp,
the earliest she could've died is 10:00, 10:30.
Okay, so she was killed in that hour.
Looks that way.
There's no purse or cell on the body
but if she was mugged, the doer missed
that diamond tennis bracelet on her right wrist.
And if it was a mugger,
he has exquisite taste in cutlery.
That's a Takahara VG chef knife.
Runs about 200 bucks.
That's pretty high-end for a murder weapon.
Well, whoever attacked her,
it looks she fought back.
She has defensive wounds, abrasions on her wrists,
and some possible genetic material
underneath her fingernails.
I'll run DNA once I get back to the morgue.
She live in the area?
No, downtown. Thompson Hotel.
So what was she doing up here?
I don't know.
The producer of "The Wives Of Wall Street"
said they weren't filming in this area.
Hey.
Sorry I'm... late.
Yeah. Jenny again?
Yeah.
Her temperature spiked this morning,
and suddenly it's showtime.
She's got this baby making down to a science.
Sounds romantic.
I feel like a rooster in a henhouse.
Except for, there's only one hen--
a very bossy hen.
Okay, Espo, you and the rooster
start a canvass,
and Castle and I will talk to the producer,
see if he can give us any background on Hannah's life.
Look, I am not this person.
Things just happen, and they...
They end up defining you, but it's...
It's not always fair.
That's it.
That's the last image we shot of Hannah.
Poor girl.
Such a loss.
She was ratings gold.
You're gonna have to find who did this.
The audience will want to know.
Yeah, not to mention her family, the DA...
Mr. Monroe, when was this shot?
Day before yesterday, around 8:00 PM. Why?
Because she's wearing the same clothes
that we found her in.
That's a full day later.
Do you know where she went after filming
or why she would've been on the Upper West Side?
Well, to be honest, when the cameras go away,
so do I.
So I don't even know what she did on her free time.
In the video, she seems upset. Any idea what about?
Oh, you gotta understand,
we brought Hannah in to be Penelope's assistant.
You know, to mix things up a little bit.
The small-town girl with the big-time dreams
of becoming a fashion designer.
Will she make it with the wives of Wall Street?
She's just milking it for the camera.
They all do.
So it's a reality show, just without the reality.
I like to think of it as heightened reality.
Reality-ish.
In real reality,
did she have problems with anyone on the show?
Well, you put a bunch of tough-minded women together,
you're gonna get a spat or two.
But Hannah was part of the family.
Okay, well, I'm gonna need all of her tapes
just in case there's something relevant.
Of course.
Although, you might want to check out her own family.
I know that she had trouble with her brother--Charlie Green.
Hannah always wanted to make it big in the city,
and when she came here, she, uh,
she lost her way.
I should've done more.
I was her brother. I should've protected her.
Mr. Green,
when was the last time you talked to Hannah?
Uh, a few days ago.
I called her. We fought.
About what?
The usual.
About how she was putting her life out there
for the world to see,
what it was doing to the family.
She...
She said I didn't understand,
that there was more going on than I knew.
But to me, it was simple-- she needed to come home.
So... you didn't approve of her
being on "The Wives Of Wall Street"?
Approve?
No, it was killing us...
To see the choices she made, the way she was living her life,
all of it out there on national television.
And that was before she started having the affair.
Affair?
You screw my husband, you think you're welcome here?
He chose me, Penelope.
Deal with it.
I am coming for you.
So our victim was sleeping with the husband
of one of the other women in the show?
Not just sleeping with.
Hannah and Bob moved in together
after Penelope found out about them.
And yet the show's producer said nothing about it.
I'd say he was covering his own asset.
This affair was broadcast on national television.
Did he really think that we weren't gonna find out about it?
Oh, my goodness.
It was Penelope, wasn't it?
Well, after what Hannah did to her marriage,
I wouldn't blame her.
Okay,
see, Penelope kept her family afloat
after Bob lost his job,
and then she gives Hannah this--this big break,
and then Hannah repays her
by screwing her worthless excuse of a husband.
You're a fan of "Wives Of Wall Street"?
Oh, yeah. It's the best show on TV. Why?
I don't--I just assumed that a woman like you
would prefer more... sophisticated fare.
Excuse me?
W-what did you just say?
Hey, Lanie. What's up?
I'm sending you a picture of a fingernail fragment
I pulled from the victim's scalp.
I figured it came from the killer during the attack.
Can you run DNA?
It's already happening.
Great. Thank you.
'Sito, is it just me or...
Is that a perfect match?
Okay, wait a minute.
You're reading too much into this.
Can you at least wait until we're done filming?
- I am not having-- - What a classy thing to say.
- Oh, my-- - You don't know how I meant it.
- Like she did it on purpose? - I'm not saying that.
Well, we're not canceling the wedding.
Look, I'm just saying that this sucks, okay?
- Hannah dying a month before our wedding... - Hush, darling.
Ashley's right. Maybe we should, like, postpone it or something.
Postpone?
For that bitch?
Penelope!
Look, it's not like I killed her.
Excuse me, Ms. Foster.
Detective Beckett, NYPD.
How do you do?
I'm fine.
Uh, but you...
are under arrest
for the murder of Hannah Green.
So I guess it is like you killed her.
Are you still rolling? Did you get that?
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How dare you arrest me in front of the cast and crew.
You should be more worried about this, Penelope.
That's a lab report
for a fingernail fragment found in Hannah's hair.
It's a DNA match to you.
You want to tell me how it got there?
Because if you won't,
I'm sure your husband Bob will.
Bob? Come on.
What do you think he's gonna tell you?
That poor bastard is so stupid
he thought Hannah actually had feelings for him.
And everybody knew all she wanted to do
was up her profile on the show.
She was just using him.
It was true love.
Hannah and I were in love.
Well, we know your wife Penelope and Hannah had a fight.
Had things been escalating between them lately?
Hannah and I never talked about Penelope.
But you lived with Hannah.
Do you know where she was last night?
No.
She didn't come home last night
and I didn't see her all day yesterday.
Was that unusual?
Yeah, I was worried.
But do you really think Penelope coulda killed her?
Hell, yeah, I wanted to kill her.
But with all of America watching?
How stupid do you think I am?
What about the fingernail?
The truth is...
Hannah and I did have a little dustup.
But not the night that she was killed.
It was the night before.
Okay, so what was the nature of this dustup?
We were filming confessionals.
Hannah waited for me outside the studio,
said she wanted to talk.
- About what? - Margo.
Margo hired Hannah after I fired her ass.
And no surprise,
Hannah and Margo were having trouble at work.
And crazy as it sounds,
that bitch wanted me to rehire her.
Do you actually expect me to believe
that she asked you for her job back
after she ruined your marriage?
Why do you think I lost it?
I yanked her hair and broke my nail.
But that was it.
She broke free, took off,
and that was the last I saw of Hannah.
And I suppose you won't mind me asking
where you were between 10:15 and 11:15 last night?
Okay, so the kickboxing teacher at Noho Gym
confirms that Penelope was "Sweating her ass off"
downtown in a class from 10:00 till 11:00.
So whoever killed Hannah,
it wasn't Penelope Foster.
Okay, then. Where are we on the murder weapon?
You know what? There's no fingerprints.
But they did find antimony oxide
on the knife's handle.
A fire retardant if memory serves.
And also, based on the wound,
it looks like the knife was new or had never been used.
Hey, guys. Check this out.
A fan took this and posted it
to a "Wives Of Wall Street" fan site
the night of the murder.
That's Hannah.
Yeah, and it was time stamped.
This is 20 minutes before she was killed.
20 minutes?
So that building must have something to do with the murder.
Uh, any idea where it is?
The photo wasn't geotagged,
but you can see part of the building's number
ends in 46.
And I can tell you who lives here.
I know this building.
It's from the show.
This is Margo's place, somewhere on the Upper West.
South of 83rd.
Wait. That means Margo lives right around the corner
from where Hannah was killed.
My mom's just wrapping up a call,
but she'll be right out, as soon as s--
I will talk to you later. Here I am.
Thank you, sweetheart.
How can I help you?
Uh, we just needed to go over
the last 24 hours of Hannah's life.
And we were wondering,
when was it that you last saw her?
She came by around 10:00 last night
for a few minutes. Why?
Because she was killed around the corner from here
just after leaving.
That's terrible.
Yes, yes, it is.
Um, would you mind telling us why she came by?
To apologize.
For what?
After Penelope fired Hannah for the affair,
I hired her to develop a clothing line
with my son Stone.
I heard she had talent and...
It wouldn't hurt to get some screen time.
Bob and Hannah's affair has been
the big story arc these past few months.
Three days ago, she was supposed to come by
and present her ideas.
The "Wives Of Wall Street" cameras
were here and ready to roll,
and Hannah's a no-show.
Did she say why?
No.
If it was anyone else, I would fire her.
But it didn't hurt that you got a little more screen time.
I know that's crass,
but that's how this works.
When she came that night,
Hannah only said she was worry
and promised to recommit to her job.
Did she tell you where she was going afterwards?
No. I-I assumed that...
she was going home.
And what did you do when she left?
I jumped on a conference call with my entertainment attorney
to discuss Stone and Ashley's spin-off.
So phone records confirm that Margo made
a 56-minute phone call to her entertainment lawyer
23 from her landline at the apartment.
You know, the truth is anyone who subscribes
to the "Wives Of Wall Street" web site
would've know that Hannah was at Margo's building
from that photo.
They send out text alerts any time there's a new post.
And they have hundreds of thousands of subscribers.
Hey. I got a little mystery here.
You mean besides your Valentine's Day plans?
Hannah's financials.
For the past two months,
she's been making weekly cash deposits of 5 grand.
Now I checked with her family, everyone on the show.
No one knows where it's coming from.
I take it she didn't make it selling girl scout cookies.
Well, maybe it has something to do with where she was
when she missed the pitch meeting with Margo
on her fashion line.
Credit card charge puts her at a dive bar in Brooklyn
called The Last Stop.
A dive bar? What was she doing there
instead of at the most important meeting of her life?
I don't know. The bartender said she was having
a pretty heated discussion with some dude,
so I got the bartender sitting down with a sketch artist.
See if we can figure out who he is.
Hey.
Uh, sorry.
I had to run home and, uh...
Cock-a-doodle-doo?
That's good.
Uh, yeah.
Tomorrow's going to be the least romantic Valentine's Day ever.
- Oh, thank you. - Yeah.
So I had tech look into Hannah's last 24 hours,
after her fight with Penelope
and before showing up at Margo's.
And did they find anything useful?
They didn't find anything at all.
She didn't make any calls,
didn't answer any calls, sent no texts.
She didn't even log on to her e-mail
or any other online accounts.
No digital fingerprint whatsoever.
Well, it's like she disappeared.
Why would she go radio silent for 24 hours?
And where the hell was she?
I'll tell you where she was--
Madagascar.
As in the country
off the southeastern coast of Africa,
made famous by the adorable animated film?
Yep. The material I found underneath her fingernails--
not skin from an attacker.
It's alluaudia.
And what is alluaudia?
A rare spiny plant
cultivated primarily in Madagascar.
So how did it get under her fingernails?
Beats me.
As for her defensive wounds,
they were not sustained at the time of murder.
They're from 24 hours prior.
That's about the time that she went off the grid,
which means there's gotta be a connection.
Oh, I think there is.
Remember this abrasion?
Yeah.
Well, I figured out what caused it.
Her diamond tennis bracelet.
But wasn't that...
on her right wrist?
Good memory.
So her wrists were tied together.
Tight and for several hours.
Now it's making sense--
wearing the same clothes overnight...
The radio silence...
And the defensive wounds 24 hours prior to death.
Hannah was held hostage.
If Hannah was being held hostage,
then why didn't she report it?
And how did she get magically transported to Madagascar?
And why would she go afterwards to Margo's
to apologize for missing work?
It has to have something to do with those $5,000 payments
and that meeting with that mystery man
at the bar in Brooklyn.
It all seems so random.
I mean, I know by the end of this,
all of these clues will fit together beautifully
- in a murderous mosaic. - Mm-hmm.
- But... how? - Mm.
Wait.
Is this your Valentine's Day gift to me,
a complex mystery where nothing makes sense?
You know me so well.
Um, I hate to interrupt your little, uh, love connection.
But I checked traffic cameras.
I found footage of Hannah
arriving at Margo's building in a taxi.
I got the medallion. I talked to the cabbie,
whose log showed that he picked up Hannah at 78th and Lex.
Did he say where she was coming from--
- building, store? - He didn't know.
He said that she was standing on the corner
when she flagged him down.
Well, then she could've come from anywhere.
There's no way we can narrow that down, bro.
Maybe there is.
I spoke to a regulator at the department of agriculture.
It seems alluaudia
is used in green sustainable architecture
in rugs, flooring, wallpaper,
- possibly from a building nearby. - All right.
Espo, you get uniforms to canvass the area
around 78th and Lex
and see if there's any green sustainable buildings
that might use that allu-- whatever the plant is.
As you wish.
Captain Gates,
participating in the case, engaging in idle speculation.
We are not so different, you and I.
There's... there's a difference.
We're different.
You know, this could actually be our big break,
only we may not have gotten to it
if I hadn't recognized Margo's building in that photo,
which is why I think each of you
should watch some "Wives Of Wall Street" episodes tonight--
for the good of the case.
So...
Would you like to come over for a little viewing party?
So you can badger me about what I'm getting you
for Valentine's Day?
No, thanks. I think I will pass.
Okay, but I'm warning you,
I'm kind of competitive when it comes to giving gifts.
Don't feel bad if yours isn't as good as mine.
What if it's better?
Better?
How could it possibly be better?
Oh, I guess it just depends on what you got me.
Oh, Richard. These are breathtaking.
Beckett is going to love them, dad.
Right?
She'll have a tough time competing with that.
One of the perils of dating a gift ninja.
Ooh, you want to be a real ninja?
You just slip these into her coat pocket
- when she's not looking. - Ooh.
Mother, I like that idea. The element of surprise.
The ninja way.
What about you, Alexis? Any plans with Max?
Uh, we're just going to study together.
Doesn't sound very special.
Well, I think we'll mostly just study each other's eyes.
And you, mother, any special plans?
We're gonna do dramatic readings of "Love Letters"
at my studio.
Oh, well, that's nice.
And speaking of drama, would anyone like to join me
for a screening of "Wives Of Wall Street,"
popcorn included?
2-hour lunches are not acceptable, Hannah.
We're running a business here.
I wasn't at lunch. I was getting fabric samples.
That is no excuse for being late.
You are not in Kansas anymore, Toto...
Shoot me now.
Boy, I wish I'd had these reality shows in my day.
No script, overacting,
screaming at everybody-- what a gig.
Now I have written new promo copy.
Proofread it.
So what's going on between you two?
Nothing.
What do you mean?
You're sleeping with her, aren't you, Bob?
No. No.
Don't lie to me.
You're screwing Hannah! Admit it.
Admit it!
Yes! All right?
I'm sorry.
He chose me, Penelope. Deal with it.
You come near me again,
and I will rip your throat out.
Coming up next week-- Margo's son Stone,
who's learning the family business from mom,
and Colette's daughter Ashley, budding ceramic entrepreneur,
get engaged.
Strap in as their moms get busy
planning their fairy-tale wedding.
Coming up next-- the "Shark Pool"
with bad-boy billionaire Mike Chilean.
You're funded!
Oh, my God, dad.
You're still watching?
I...
I can't feel my butt.
That's exactly what I mean.
Hannah didn't stand a chance.
I mean, she's a small-town, naive young woman.
She was chum to piranhas.
Yeah, but look what she did to Bob.
Okay, okay,
do you really think that she played him,
that Penelope was right about that?
Oh, that girl was smarter than anybody gave her credit for.
You know what? I think you're right.
What about you, Detective?
Did you watch "Wives Of Wall Street" last night?
I watched an episode.
Just one episode?
That's like eating one potato chip.
I usually just eat one potato chip.
So what's the status on the canvass, Detective?
Uh, uniforms are still making their way
through every building that uses any trace of alluaudia
on the Upper East Side,
so nothing yet.
Yo. You guys aren't gonna believe this.
The sketch of the guy that Hannah met
in Brooklyn out at that little restaurant just came in.
Was anyone at the bar able to ID him?
They didn't need to.
That's Mike Chilean.
The crazy billionaire?
And the entrepreneur host of the financial channel's
other hit reality tv show-- the "Shark Pool."
So why would Hannah ditch her shot
to pitch Margo a clothing line
to meet with Chilean at a seedy bar in Brooklyn?
Meeting at that dump was her idea.
Me, I'm more of a Le Cirque guy.
But she said she needed privacy.
For what?
We met last month at a financial channel party.
She was...
cute and young.
Then a few days ago,
she calls me out of the blue and asked to meet.
So it was a date?
That's what I thought, yes.
But when I get there...
she goes all "Shark Pool" on me.
Starts pitching her idea
for a vegan, organic, hipster clothing line.
Wait. She asked you to fund her clothing line?
Margo Gower was set to back it on the show.
Well, that was the weird part.
I was ready to offer her financing.
Her name recognition from the show
almost guarantees a profit.
But then she says,
"What if I were to leave the show?
Would that make a difference?"
She told you that she might leave the show?
Yep.
So I said,
"Yes, sweetie, that would make a big difference."
Without the show, her brand isn't worth jack.
Why would Hannah suddenly want to leave the show
after everything she ever dreamed of
started happening for her?
Well, whatever was going on, she clearly wanted
to keep it under wraps.
Uniforms just got a hit on the canvass
from a pretzel vendor who saw Hannah
walk into a nearby building
right in our abduction time frame.
Records show it's LEED certified green construction.
Any evidence of alluaudia in the building?
I checked.
It's in the wallpaper.
She was held hostage someplace in that building.
Find out where.
Castle, let's go.
On my way.
Oh, you got the wrong blazer there.
No, I don't. Let's go.
Is everything all right, Mr. Castle?
Castle.
Come on.
Yeah, that's definitely her.
Have you ever seen her in the building before?
Uh, no. It was just the one time the other night.
I was doing rounds when I saw her go into 29-J.
And who owns 29-J?
Ocean Terrace Holdings. It's a corporation.
Is there a name listed on it?
Uh, no. A lot of people buy units
under corporate names for privacy, so...
Wait. Wait. Wait. Do you hear that?
Sounds like someone pounding on a wall.
Penelope?
And Bob?!
You two are back toge--
Spoiler alert.
Bob and Penelope together?
I can't believe it.
I know, right?
Neither of them is talking about Hannah.
Well, clearly they have a lot more to hide
than the fact that they were sleeping together.
Well, this is a plot twist I didn't see coming.
Hey, so I did some digging on the apartment.
Ocean Terrace Holdings, it's a shell company
owned by Bob.
The lease began just after he and Hannah started their affair.
That's odd.
When Bob left Penelope,
he moved into the Thompson hotel with Hannah.
So why would he lease another apartment?
Yo.
I looked into Penelope's financials.
Remember those $5,000 payments that Hannah got?
They line up exactly with withdrawals that Penelope made
from her checking account.
Penelope was paying Hannah?
Wh-why would she do that?
There's no way to know unless we get her to talk.
I'm s--I'm sorry. Have you seen the show?
Penelope is the strong one.
If anyone's gonna talk...
it's Bob.
But he's not.
And my guess is, he's afraid of Penelope.
Well, then perhaps it's time
to tear a page from Penelope's play book.
Oh, come on. You guys aren't actually--
Couldn't hurt.
I told you, I have nothing to--
Did I say you could talk?
Did someone give you permission to open your sorry little mouth?
No!
So sit down, shut up, and listen.
We know that apartment's yours, Bob.
We know that Hannah was held hostage there,
which means...
I can nail you for kidnapping.
That's 20 years, easy.
- What? No. I-- - But you know what? I'm not gonna stop there.
I am going to fry you for murder.
Wait. Me? I-I didn't kill her.
Don't lie to me!
You locked her up.
You held her hostage.
Who does that to someone that they love,
you lying sack of...
We weren't in love, okay?!
It was a lie. The whole thing was a lie.
There was no relationship.
Hannah and I were never even together.
What?!
We only did it for the ratings.
The ratings?
Ashley and Stone's engagement
was sucking up all the attention on the show.
Penelope's screen time was dropping,
which was killing her clothing sales.
She was out of her mind.
So we came up with a plan.
Hannah was reluctant at first,
but Penelope can be pretty persuasive.
So the $5,000 that Penelope was paying Hannah,
that was to fake a relationship?
We never intended for it to end like this.
What happened, Bob?
The other night,
after taping her confessional,
Hannah said she needed to talk.
Well, the three of us couldn't be seen together,
so we met at the apartment.
She told us she couldn't bear
everyone thinking she was this home wrecker.
She couldn't go on living a lie.
Yeah, she said she was gonna go public,
reveal the affair had been faked all along.
That's a pretty big bombshell. How'd you guys take it?
How'd we take it? We panicked.
If we let her go through with it,
it would blow up the show.
We'd lose all creditability.
No one would buy Penelope's clothes anymore.
Plus, we'd be in breach of contract
and the show could sue us for every cent we had.
Our whole lives would be ruined.
So then you guys tied her up.
We didn't know what to do.
So a whole day went by.
We realized we couldn't hold her forever s--
So we made a call.
So who'd you call?
Bob!
Who'd you call?
Peter Monroe.
The "Wives Of Wall Street" producer?
Yeah, we needed help.
It's his show. He had as much to lose as we did.
What did you tell him?
Everything.
Then he came over and told Penelope and me to leave,
that he would handle Hannah.
We thought he was just gonna talk some sense into her,
you know, maybe sweeten her deal.
But the next thing we knew,
Hannah was dead.
I'm so sorry, sir. I tried to stop them.
- Jeff, get outta here. - Right.
Mr. Monroe, are you pathologically incapable
of telling the truth?
Well, that depends. What's this about?
Your role in Hannah's murder.
Whoa. I had nothing to do with her murder.
Bob thinks you did.
We know about him calling you from the apartment
about Hannah just before she died.
Okay, Penelope and Bob called me.
Couple of moron idiots...
Taking her hostage like that.
So you went over there?
Of course I went over there.
Hell, I saved her from those two lunatics.
I'm the good guy.
You know what I did when I got there?
I let her go. Water?
Please.
Look, if Hannah exposed that your main storyline was faked,
your show would go down in flames.
The fans would be outraged.
Hell, I'm outraged.
I was trying to stop her.
I offered Hannah more money, her own series,
anything she wanted
to not blow the lid off the show.
I mean...
She was gonna ruin everything.
I begged her to stay.
I followed her out and gave her every decent pitch I had.
But she wouldn't deal.
She got into a taxi, and I never saw her again.
Here's a better story.
You grabbed a knife and you followed her.
No, I didn't. I swear.
I went straight to the player's club,
ordered a couple of cocktails,
and waited for my world to start to cave in.
But nothing happened.
Next morning, I found out that she was dead.
So the manager at the player's club confirms
that Monroe was there from 10:00 PM
till well after midnight.
He's not our guy.
Which leaves Margo,
because that's where Hannah went next, but...
After being held hostage
and demanding to leave the show,
I doubt she went there to recommit to the job.
Margo had to have been lying to us.
Margo was lying, all right.
She told you she buzzed up Hannah that night, right?
- Mm-hmm. - That's impossible.
The buzzer on the building connects through her phone.
According to the phone records,
Hannah was buzzed up at 9:57 PM.
Well, according to Margo's financials,
at almost exactly the same time, 9:58 PM,
she was using her credit card
at Lorenzo's Deli ten blocks away.
Thanks, Espo.
Margo's got some explaining to do.
If she didn't buzz Hannah in, then who did?
And why would she lie about it?
Castle, what's going on with you and Gates today?
What do you mean?
Seriously, Castle,
what were you thinking?
Well, I wanted to surprise you.
By putting my gift in Gates' blazer?
Okay, I'm surprised.
Well, why do you and Gates have to wear such similar blazers?
Did you write a note?
Of course I wrote a note. I'm a writer.
Was it romantic?
It's Valentine's Day, so, yeah, it was romantic.
Did you put my name on it?
Oh, God, Castle, please. Did you put my name on it?
I can't remember.
I put my name on it. I know that much.
If Gates finds out that we're dating,
then that's it.
We're not gonna be working together anymore.
Why do you think I've been trying so hard to get it back?
Oh, we will get it back,
right when we get to the precinct.
But right now we got a murder to solve.
Maybe our last.
Come in.
Thanks for buzzing us in.
What can I do for you?
You know, the interesting thing about this building
is that the buzzer system runs through your telephone.
So?
So anytime someone gets buzzed up,
it gets time stamped.
And since we know you were at Lorenzo's Deli buying onions,
you couldn't have buzzed Hannah up
the night of the murder.
Which means somebody else did.
Why did you lie to us?
From watching the show, I know that
your husband is in Brussels working on a deal.
So it couldn't have been him,
which leaves only one other person living in this house.
Your son Stone.
He worked with Hannah, didn't he?
I don't like what you're implying.
Were they having problems with each other?
Where is Stone right now, Ms. Gower?
I don't know. He's an adult.
Really? Because in season three, episode five,
you said that you are your son's keeper,
always knowing where he is and what he's doing.
Looks like one of us did their homework.
Now, Ms. Gower, where is Stone?
I would like to talk to my attorney.
Entertainment or criminal?
Sir, we got him.
Where's he headed?
Stone bought a one-way ticket to Buenos Aires.
Flight departs in an hour.
Bob and Penelope fake their breakup,
and now poor sweet innocent Stone's a killer?
Is there anything real on that reality show?
Just the headache I get when I watch it.
Call TSA.
Do not let him get on that flight.
Oh, my... God.
Why the sudden trip to Argentina, Stone?
I just needed a little time away.
We know that Hannah showed up at your apartment
the night that she was killed,
and we know that you let her in.
And then for some reason,
your mother lied about it.
Now why would she do that?
Was it because Hannah told you
that she was gonna blow up the show
and you suddenly saw your dreams
of an Ashley/Stone spin-off going out the window?
Is that why your mom lied?
'Cause you followed Hannah out of the apartment
and you killed her?
I didn't kill her.
Don't you guys get it?
I was in love with her.
Whoa. Love?
What about Ashley?
That was my mom's idea.
Look, I like ash.
We've known each other since we were kids.
But...
Then I met Hannah.
We bonded over being forced into things
that weren't really us.
Did anyone else know about the two of you?
No.
There's too much at stake.
For the past few weeks,
Hannah just couldn't take it anymore,
what the show was doing to her, her family.
She was looking for a way out.
We both were.
But the lies had just...
gotten so big--
her fake affair, my engagement.
Ash and my mom...
They were counting on that spin-off.
What happened the night that Hannah showed up?
She was hysterical.
She said she wanted to leave town right away,
that it was now or never.
And I was going to, but...
But what?
Then my mom came home.
When she found out about our relationship,
she went crazy.
She threw Hannah out.
But the worst part...
was that Hannah begged me
to go with her.
But I couldn't.
In the moment when she needed me
to stand up to my mother...
I couldn't.
Stone...
Did your mother go after her?
No.
As soon as Hannah left,
I knew I'd made a mistake.
So I ran out to catch up with her in the street.
And I kissed her.
And I told her I loved her.
But she said it was too late...
That she never wanted to see any of us again.
Can anyone verify your whereabouts
after you and Hannah went your separate ways?
I took a long walk, so, no.
So what do you think? You believe him?
He had motive. She was leaving him.
And he was the last one to see her alive
a block away from where she was killed, so...
Only problem is,
we don't have any proof.
We can't tie Stone to the crime scene.
Actually, we can.
On a hunch, I took a look at his wedding registry.
It turns out that Ashley and Stone are registered
for a set of Takahara VG knives,
including the 240 millimeter,
which shipped out three weeks ago.
The lab report did say that it was a new knife.
Then that seals it.
No, not necessarily.
We're forgetting wedding etiquette.
The gifts don't go to the groom.
Thank you for coming, Ashley.
Oh, anything I can do to help.
You must be so busy planning for the wedding right now
and dealing with all of the gifts.
Oh, yeah.
Well, we know that your cousin
bought you that set of Takahara VG knives,
the ones that you have on your registry.
Okay.
The funny thing is,
when we went to your apartment,
you don't have the 240 millimeter.
And isn't just a little weird
that she wouldn't get you the whole set?
You were in my apartment?
Yeah, we also went to your ceramic studio as well.
Ah, your work is lovely, by the way.
The colors of your glazes are stunning.
I mean, it must take a lot of work to get--
to get them just right, a lot of chemicals.
Like the, um,
antimony oxide we found, for example.
What is that for?
It's an opacifier. It makes things opaque.
Only in this case, it seems to make things clear.
The knife that was used in Hannah's murder,
we found traces of antimony oxide on it
from you.
No.
You got an alert on your phone
from the fan site, didn't you?
That photo of Hannah at Stone's apartment--
I mean, you already had your suspicions.
You just confirmed your worst fears.
No. No.
I think we're done here. I'm gonna go.
Excuse me.
I've just-- let me find my keys
and I will go.
Fine!
I had my suspicions.
And when I saw that picture, I grabbed the knife,
just to scare her.
But when I got there, Stone was kissing her
and saying he loved her.
I couldn't just let her steal my fiance.
Our spin-off was in final negotiations,
for God sakes.
So...
When Stone left,
I followed Hannah.
I put an end to the threat.
The next generation of "The Wives Of Wall Street,"
and Ashley takes it to a whole new level.
Well, maybe she was just following their motto--
"Don't let anyone stop you from getting what you want."
As if being on TV
somehow made her immune to the consequences.
You know, at least we can tell Hannah's family
that the affair wasn't real,
- that she was actually planning on going home. - Mm-hmm.
Speaking of consequences...
Why hasn't Gates said anything yet?
Yeah, I don't know.
Maybe she's choosing to ignore it
or just biding her time
like a shark.
Night, guys.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Ah, once more onto the breach?
Uh, actually, Jenny just texted me,
and I have the night off.
I mean, we'll probably still,
uh, you know,
but tonight it will be for romantic reasons.
Yeah.
Hey, Espo.
Your date's here.
I knew they had plans.
You knew they had plans and you didn't tell me?
Yeah, because she asked me
to keep it a secret.
This is a really big deal for them.
She doesn't want you making fun of 'em.
I wouldn't make fun-- no, that's...
That's not true. That'd be fish in a barrel.
Lanie...
you look great.
Yeah? It's not too much?
No. It might be a little too much for Castle.
- Eyes up, bud. - I do.
You look amazing, Lanie.
- Thanks, Javi. - Mm-hmm.
So what's the plan?
Uh, reservations at Le Fourneau.
French?
- Mm-hmm. - I love French.
Je le sais, ma petite jolie.
- Au revoir. - Au revoir.
Ah, the magic of Valentine's Day is upon us.
Mr. Castle.
My office, now.
And there it goes.
Did you really think
that I, of all people,
would be okay with this?
No, I...
thought--I...
"You are beauty, passion,
"and fierce intellect.
Be my Valentine. Rick."
Is that all I wrote in there?
Isn't that enough?
What the hell is wrong with you?
I'm a married woman.
N--I-I know. No, I know. I just thought--
Is this some lame, harebrained scheme
to garner favor with me?
Yeah.
That's--that's what this is.
Well, it backfired.
And I am willing to forget that this ever happened
if you assure me that you can tame your childish nonsense
and accord me some respect.
I-I will. I can. I will.
And now I will go home
to my husband,
because...
I'm his Valentine.
But she already hated you, Castle.
So it doesn't sound like you're any worse off.
I do respect the way she handled it, though--
strong, decisive.
I feel like somehow,
it brought us closer.
I am sorry about the earrings, though.
Yeah, me, too. They were... stunning.
Mm. I will get you something else
even more beautiful.
I'll just try not to give it to another woman first.
Oh, that would be nice.
- Which reminds me... - Hmm?
What did you get me?
Open it.
Maybe it's in another drawer.
It is the drawer.
It's your drawer.
I-I mean, I know it's not a lightsaber, but--
No.
It's perfect.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Now...
Take your clothes off,
put them in your drawer,
and meet me in the bed.
Seriously?
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