Castle (2009–2016): Season 2, Episode 8 - Kill the Messenger - full transcript
A bike messenger gets hit by a car and his carrier bag stolen. The bag contained evidence pertaining to an old case that Montgomery worked on.
Kill the Messenger
There are two kinds of folks
who sit around thinking
about how to kill people:
psychopaths and mystery writers.
I'm the kind that pays better.
Who am I?
I'm Rick Castle.
Castle.
Castle.
I really am ruggedly handsome,
aren't I?
Every writer needs inspiration.
And I found mine.
Detective Kate Beckett.
- Beckett.
- Beckett.
- Nikki Heat?
- The character he's basing on you.
And thanks to my friendship
with the mayor,
I get to be on her case.
I would be happy
to let you spank me.
And together, we catch killers
We make a pretty
good team, you know?
Like Starsky and Hutch.
Turner and Hooch.
You do remind me
a little of Hooch.
♪ ♪
(people yelling indistinctly)
(engine revs)
(horns honking)
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ outta control ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ outta control ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ outta control ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ outta control ♪
♪ baby, I'm on fire ♪
♪ and outta control ♪
No!
[ tires squeal ]
[ crash ]
(woman screams)
(man) what happened?
(woman) I don't know.
Is he okay?
[ door open, closes ]
[ tires squeal ]
[ engine revs ]
what happened? I don't know. Is he okay?
(Martha)
Well, that was easy.
All right! What do we do next.
Set up you profile.
Name... Martha Rodgers.
Sex... Female.
Right.
- Race?
- Color-blind.
Why should I categorize myself?
Shades of gray darling.
- Age?
- Ageless.
No, better yet.
Timeless.
Oh, you don't want to put that...
It makes you sound like you
belong in a museum.
Oh, you have a point. Uh...
I know... type in... "old enough. "
- Nice.
- Umm.
What are you ladies doing?
Alexis is assisting me in creating
a My Face account.
- I think you mean...
- Save your breath.
I've been correcting her all morning.
Well, it's my face, isn't it
it's not your face...
or someone else's face...
I don't... well anyway...
my fellow cast members been raving
about what fun it is,
what a great networking tool it is. So...
Here I am.
And now you just need to select
a photo for your profile page.
Okay. Should we go (lowered voice) dramatic?
or... (higher voice) commercial?
(normal voice) or sassy?
Mm.
(chuckles)
Don't you have anything from this century?
What, do you think the hair's a bit dated?
Not exactly what I was getting at.
Uh huh, I know what you were getting at.
Your no spring chicken yourself, you know.
Have you looked in the mirror lately?
I have two words for you...
"hairline" and "receding".
(chuckles)
Ha!... made you look!
She totally got you, dad.
[ cell phone ringing ]
(beep)
Yes, Beckett. Either there's a dead body
or you just wanna hear my sultry voice.
Dead body it is. Where?
[ police sirens ]
(police radio chatter)
You got her fast, Castle.
My side of town.
So what do we got?
- May I?
- Be my guest.
Thank you.
Our victims name is Caleb Shimin...
Shimansky.
- Is that an "a"?
- Yeah, it's an "a. "
And he was pulling a Kevin Bacon
in "Quicksilver", when all...
I'm sorry, a what?
"Quicksilver. "
Kevin Bacon is a bike messenger
who failed as a...
Esposito take him to school.
The victim is Caleb Shimansky,
an on-duty bike messenger.
A masked suspect, in a black 4-door
plows into him, killing him instantly.
Then the suspect steal steals the messenger bag,
jumps into his ride and jets off.
See, that wasn't so hard.
No. No. It's good, if you like
the dull, non-best-seller version.
I thought I gave it some flair.
I'm assuming we have plenty of witnesses.
Several. Three of them got the suspect's
liscence plate number.
Aw man.
It's like having a cheat code.
You've got multiple witnesses and
a liscence plate number?
It's gonna take you all of what...
five minutes to solve it?
I ran the suspect's plates.
Car was reported stolen an hour ago.
Masked man in a stolen car...
our thief planned this
and obviously wanted
whatever was in that messenger bag.
Something our vic was delivering...
a package, a box.
(Beckett) Contact the courier company.
I want to know what was in that bag.
Whatever it was... it was important enough
to kill the messenger.
(Beckett)
Sir. We got an APB out on the car...
but Esposito and Ryan
got nothing on the canvas.
Do we know what was in the package?
The, uh, courier company's
looking into it right now.
Whatever it was,
somebody thought it was worth killing for.
Off the top of my head,
I'm gonna go with nuclear launch codes,
Dick Cheney's soul on it's way to the devil...
All good theories, Castle.
All good theories.
Um, sir?
Are you okay?
You seem, uh little distracted.
No, I'm focused.
Focused on the precinct being up for review.
and our case closure rate
being just under One-P-P's
new mandated minimum,
which, of course, doesn't take
the budget cuts into consideration.
Now how the hell am I supposed
to catch more bad guys
with fewer detectives?
Yo, Cap. Courier company said the vic
only had one package in his bag,
picked up from 27-39 West 2nd,
apartment, 3-C.
Sent by one S. Nidal Mattar.
I ran it through the system.
There's a Shakir Nidal Mattar
on the terror watch list.
- Could be the same guy.
- Where was the package going?
6-1-4 East 72nd.
East 72nd? That's the 64th precinct.
Sir, that could be an attack.
I need a full tactical alert.
Have 'em evacuate the building.
- I'll coordinate with Homeland Security.
- This is Detective Beckett.
We have a possible terrorist attack against the
6-4... Yeah, this is Captain Roy Montgomery...
- Get ESU over to the pickup address immediately.
- You got it.
(Beckett)
All units on alert.
Yeah, this is Montgomery
over at 12th precinct.
[ door rammed, crashes down ]
(meows)
NYPD!
(man) NYPD! Hands!
(man) Clear!
Where's Nidal Mattar?
(mutters)
Shakir Nidal Mattar...
Where is he?
There's no Shakir Nidal Mattar here.
Only Sally Niedermeyer.
Ma'am, did you send a package
by bike courier this morning?
Yes, I did.
S. Nidal Mattar.
S. Niedermeyer.
Some bozo at the courier company
wrote the name wrong.
Our bad.
(mouths word)
I'm going to... we can...
Yeah, we can fix this.
Don't worry about it.
Sorry. It's not a problem.
(drill whirs)
Mrs. Niedermeyer,
somebody stole the courier bag
that your package was in,
and in the course of the crime,
a bike messenger was killed.
Oh, that's terrible.
Yeah, we're trying to figure out
why they stole the bag.
You sent it to the 64th
Precinct, is that right?.
Yes
Could you tell us
what was in the package?
No.
No?
No.
"no" you don't want to
or "no" you don't remember
or know what's in the package?
Yes...
to the second part,
the... the... the don't know part.
Where'd you get the package?
From my favorite nephew... Brady.
Okay, where can we find Brady?
In prison.
"Prison" prison?
(meow)
When did he give you the package?
Ten years ago,
just before they sent him upstate.
Brady came over, handed me the package,
and then he said,
"mema, take good care of this package.
"Don't tell anyone about it.
And never, ever open it. "
Then why all of a sudden
would you messenger it?
Brady called...
about 7:30 this morning,
and asked me to send it right away
to the man it was addressed to,
the man who arrested him ten years ago...
Detective Roy Montgomery.
It's Captain Roy Montgomery now.
Oh. You know him?
Yeah. He's our boss.
- The package was coming to me?
- (Beckett) Yeah.
- What's his name again?
- Brady Thompson.
It was back when you were
a Detective with the 6-4.
Oh, yeah.
It's ringing some bells.
But why would he send me
a 10-year-old package?
Esposito's on the phone
with corrections.
He's trying to get an interview.
Do you recall anything at all about him?
Yeah, he killed a lady...
a push-in robbery gone bad.
Open-and-shut case.
I think we even got
a confession out of him.
The aunt said that he was
pretty insistent
about getting
the package directly to you.
Do you know why that would be?
You would have to ask him.
Not unless you're performing
a séance. He's dead.
- Got shanked in prison this morning.
- (Castle) This morning?
That's no coincidence.
Have records pull everything
from the old case.
If memory serves, Brady was
married when we went away.
See if the wife is still the wife
and if she knows anything.
Beckett, call the Warden.
I want to see what they know
about Brady's murder.
And I need copies
of all his phone calls.
I want to know exactly
what he said to Aunt Sally
and anyone else, for that matter.
Okay.
Hey, Beckett.
Paisley Shimansky's here to see you.
That's the bike messenger's sister.
Excuse me.
(speaking inaudibly)
How does she do that?
Better than anyone I know.
(continues speaking inaudibly)
You okay?
Her brother died
trying to get something to me.
No, I'm not okay.
♫ Castle 2x08 ♫
Kill the Messenger
Original Air Date on November 9, 2009
(Beckett)
The prison sent over
the last two phone calls Brady made.
(Sally)
Can't I just put it in the mail?
No, Aunt Sally. You've gotta
take it down there yourself.
Oh, my hip's been acting up again.
Then call a messenger service.
I'll pay you back, okay?
Alright. I'll take care of it.
(lowered voice)
I've gotta go now, okay?
Take care now, Brady.
Love you.
Love you, too, mema.
I- I gotta go.
(beep)
Nothing about what was in the package.
At 7:23, he makes
this phone call to his wife.
(beep)
(woman) Yes, I'll accept the charges.
- Val.
- Hey, babe.
Val, listen to me.
Remember what we talked about
last time you visited?
I remember.
It's goin' down today.
You and Jared get out of the house now.
- But, Brady...
- there's no time to talk. Just go.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Give Jared a kiss from dad, okay?
- I love you.
- I love you, too. Bye. (beep)
Brady was killed 45 minutes
after those 2 phone calls.
Yeah, but we don't have a why or a who.
Or a how it's related
to your mystery package.
Warden have any suspects?
A whole prison yard full.
He was shanked in the yard.
There were no witnesses.
Warden's less than optimistic
about catching the killer.
Brady have any beefs?
Apparently he was the model prisoner.
Then it must have been a hit,
ordered from the outside.
By the same guy
who killed our messenger.
Any luck on tracking down Brady's wife?
Big fat zippo. But they left
the apartment in a hurry.
I pinged their cell phones,
tracked their credit cards.
- She's off the grid.
- Maybe not completely.
I just got off the phone
with the son's school.
According to the principal,
Brady's kid misses class
every Tuesday because he's got
some kind of respiratory condition.
Tomorrow's Tuesday.
You get the doctor's name?
Let's set up on the office in
the morning. We might get lucky.
Whatcha doing, mother,
working on your play?
Oh, I wish. I've been
bombarded with friend requests.
It's like a part-time job.
And these exchanges
are just ridiculous.
Dot Ellison, who I have absolutely no desire
to reconnect with,
has just wasted 20 minutes of my life
recounting the bravery
of her cat passing a kidney stone.
(laughs) Well, it could've been worse.
She could've sent you a video.
Joining up with this fad
was a terrible mistake.
Nothing good comes from the Internet.
(computer chimes)
Oh, you just got
another friend request.
- O.M.G.! Chet Palaburn.
- Who's Chet Palaburn?
Star athlete, Class President,
Homecoming King...
my high school sweetheart,
and my first.
I really didn't need
to know that last part.
Oh, oh. He sent a message
with his request.
"I'm living in New York now
and would love to see you.
Martha, you haven't changed a bit. "
Oh, Chet Palaburn.
Can you believe it?
And did you see that message?
(giggles)
You do know that Chet's comments
are based on a 20-year-old photo?
Oh.
Oh.
Well...
Should I accept his friend request?
I mean, the last time
I laid eyes on him,
I was 18 and... and now he sees this photo
and now this and... ugh.
- What do I do?
- It's your call.
There's always Dot and her
kitty cat's medical mysteries.
(chuckles)
[ phone ringing ]
Everything okay?
Another dead end in the messenger case.
Uniforms located the stolen car
that ran him down,
but CSU got bubkes... no prints, no hairs.
It's sounding more and more
like a professional hit.
- Yeah.
- What about surveillance?
Any cameras around
where the car was dumped?
Nah. Our masked man
knew what he was doing.
Well, at least our tip
on the doctor paid off.
Prison vic's wife came in with her son
first thing this morning.
The Captain and Beckett
are interviewing her now.
- I'm gonna go...
- I wouldn't do...
Do you have any idea who killed him?
We're working on it.
Mrs. Thompson, do you know
anything about a package
that your husband asked his Aunt Sally
to send out for him yesterday?
Yeah.
It was his insurance policy.
He gave it to her when he went away.
Insurance policy?
It was proof he didn't kill the woman
he went to jail for murdering.
But he confessed.
Well, he might have confessed,
but he didn't do it.
With all due respect, Mrs. Thompson,
half the men in prison will swear
up and down they didn't do it.
Do those men's wives get a package
in the mail every month
with $7,000 cash in it?
(Castle) Uh, your husband confessed
to a murder he didn't commit for money?
I know this will sound crazy,
but we didn't know what else to do.
Jared was born with
a rare respiratory disease,
and we didn't have
the money or the insurance
to get him the therapy he needed.
If Brady hadn't done what he did,
Jared wouldn't even be alive right now.
Did Brady ever tell you who
actually committed the murder
he went away for?
No. I-I don't even know
if he knew who it was.
Over ten years, you never asked
who his contact was,
who approached him, who was paying you?
You just conveniently
never bothered to ask?
I asked! But-but Brady felt
that the less I knew,
the safer I would be.
He... even the packages
didn't have a return address.
Look, Captain,
my husband was just killed.
I'm telling you all I know.
Okay, so what we know so far
is that about four months ago,
the payments to Brady
started arriving late, short
and then finally, not at all.
And according to the wife,
that's when Brady decided
to messenger over
his insurance policy.
that was supposed to prove
his innocence.
Our patsy Brady
had to be in communication
with whoever was making payments.
Prison should have a record
of everyone Brady talked to.
We already checked his phone
logs. There's nothing there.
How about e-mail?
We're running it down.
Well, whatever Brady said, it worked.
Payments started up again,
then a month ago, nothing.
(Ryan) Think maybe Brady got
fed up with the situation?
Figured if whoever he made
the deal with wasn't holding up
their end of the bargain, why was he?
Then he calls up his Aunt Sally,
asks her to send the evidence
that proves his innocence
to the arresting officer.
Is it possible someone was
monitoring his calls?
I mean, whoever killed
our bike messenger
had to have been tipped off
the package was in motion.
The only people that
monitor calls are prison staff.
$7,000 a month for 10 years
is almost $1 million total.
Whoever we're dealing with
obviously has the means
to buy somebody off.
Get the duty roster from the prison.
See who was working
when Brady made his calls.
Set up a protection detail
for the wife and the kid.
It's already done, sir.
Captain, you had
the confessions, the evidence.
Anyone would've come to
the same conclusion.
I didn't push hard enough.
I knew this case was off.
Everything just fell into place
so perfectly.
Now what have we got?
An innocent bystander with
no connection to the killer.
And without physical evidence,
there's no way of tracking
who was driving that car.
And catching a break on a prison
murder? That's a long shot,
especially if you're dealing
with a corrupt guard.
Okay, but we still have the original
murder from ten years ago.
Everything started there.
Two fresh bodies, and you want to look
at a murder 10-years cold?
Uh... When I'm writing a story,
the beginning is always the hardest,
but if you nail that,
the rest of it
could just fall into place.
Castle, this is not one of your books.
No, but it is a mystery, and all
mysteries are the same...
Motive, opportunity,
cover-up, conscience.
These murders today were
to cover up one ten years ago.
That's where your leads are gonna be.
Come on, Captain.
What do you say?
Let's take a little trip
down memory lane.
Olivia DeBiasse, 20 years old.
Neighbors found her bludgeoned
to death in her apartment.
Hmm. There were some things
missing from her apartment.
Whoever killed her
tried to make it look like
a robbery gone wrong.
There should be something in there
about a handyman that we looked at for it.
He had a criminal record,
he worked in the building.
If it was him, I'm in
the wrong line of work.
$7,000 a month for a handyman?
We moved off him once we moved on Brady.
An anonymous tip came in.
Felt like a break at the time.
Brought him in, leaned on him for, what,
maybe a half-hour before he broke.
You know, it's funny.
I- I never actually even looked
at some of these reports
because once the canvassing
detectives turned them in,
we already had Brady in custody.
Well, it says here that Olivia
went to a party earlier
the night she was killed.
It says here the Pierson Club.
The Pierson Club?
That's high society.
That's crème de la crème.
My money goes in banks.
Their money buys banks.
Sir, listen to this...
a waitress gave a statement
saying that she saw Olivia
having a heated argument
with a man at the party.
The plot thickens.
Mm-hmm. There's no name,
but according to the description she gave,
he was in his mid-20s, medium build,
wearing a blue blazer
and an orange striped tie.
Ooh, I don't know about you guys.
but I am getting a delicious
millionaire playboy vibe here.
The waitress was under the impression
that he arrived with Olivia.
Olivia's best friend was
a gal that she worked with.
Maybe she could tell us
who Olivia hung out with.
Perlmutter just finished reviewing
Olivia's autopsy report
from back in the day.
He says he found something.
You guys take the morgue.
- I'll follow-up on Olivia's friend.
- Thank you, sir.
(Perlmutter) I've gone through
Ms. Debiasse's files,
and her autopsy was fairly limited.
I assume, when Brady confessed,
the M.E. decided not to be thorough.
Did he miss something?
- It's hard to say.
- What does your gut tell you?
My gut tells me I'm hungry, but I'm not
gonna be able to eat until
I'm done with the two of you,
so why don't I just tell you
what my keen M.E. Training tells me?
All right, Brady said he hit
Olivia with a baseball bat.
But look at these.
When I look at these wounds
and the skull fracture pattern,
I'm just not seeing
a baseball-bat strike.
Brady lied about killing her.
He might have lied about
what was used to do it.
Can you determine how she was killed?
It'd only be speculating.
To do it properly,
I'd have to X-ray the skull
and examine the remains.
You want to exhume the body?
The only way to do it right.
Plus, who knows what else I might find?
Olivia was raised by a single
mom who's deceased as well.
So let me call the next of kin
and see what I can do.
(cell phone rings)
mm. Excuse me.
(beep)
Beckett.
You sure it's sanitary
to be eating here?
You know the strength of
the disinfectants we use here?
This is the cleanest room in the city.
- I couldn't.
- Homemade.
I couldn't.
Caught a break.
The Captain talked to the friend.
Does she remember who Olivia was with?
Jeff Dilahunt, who's had his fair share
of run-ins with the law.
And he has a trust fund worth millions.
Enough to pay $7,000 a month.
- Bingo.
- Boo-yah.
Uh, I met Olivia at a nightclub.
She hadn't been in town long,
but, uh, she seemed like
a real party girl.
Were the two of you dating?
Uh, no. Just friends.
What, can't a guy and a girl
just be friends?
Please.
Are you two together?
- Not yet.
- Absolutely not.
Look, it was, uh, no big deal.
I happened to mention
that a school friend of mine
was having a family reunion
here at the Pierson Club
and asked me to stop by.
Olivia really wanted to come.
So I took her.
Who would want to go to
someone else's family reunion?
Well, I suppose that
all depends on the family.
In this case, it happened
to be the Wellesleys.
The w...
the "Wellesleys" Wellesleys?
The rich and powerful Wellesleys?
The conservative, New York Wellesleys?
(clears throat)
Wasn't that one of our senators?
Yeah, he was. Senator Casper Wellesley.
Oh.
He died in the early '90s.
His kid's running for his seat again this year.
Well, I'll tell you what,
next time I'm invited, I'll take you.
Mr. Dilahunt, where were you
between 10:00 pm and 2:00 am
the night that she was killed?
Okay, well, a couple of, uh,
Wellesley cousins and I
bailed early and went clubbing.
I believe there may have been
Bolivian marching powder involved.
We got picked up for public intoxication.
My father got
the charges dropped, but, uh,
there's still a record of our arrest.
If you can't find it, I have
a framed copy at home.
(chuckles) Did you have an argument
with Olivia that night
or see anyone else who did?
- No.
A witness saw Olivia having it out
with a man in a blue blazer
and an orange striped tie.
Do you remember anyone
who fit that description?
Actually, I do.
All Wellesley family events
have a strict dress code.
The, uh, blazers are standard, but...
Lenanne Wellesley, the family matriarch,
hand picks the men's ties.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yep. We got a hell of a lot of suspects.
Yes, Chief.
No, I know, Chief.
As soon as I possibly can, Chief.
They cut our staff 20%,
and they get upset when
our clure rate drops 3%.
You ask me, we're working
miracles to do what we're doing.
Sir, we can do this later
if you have a higher priority.
Never let the job get in the way of the job.
Where were we?
Well, Brady and his contact
communicated through
a dummy e-mail account.
We tried to trace the address,
but it was a dead end.
Where are we
with reviewing the guards?
Nowhere. The Warden refuses to
provide us with a duty roster.
said he was offended we assumed
one of his men was dirty,
wanted to handle it in-house.
Yeah? Well, that doesn't work for me.
(Beckett) Do any of these men
look like the one
that you saw arguing with Olivia
the night of the party?
Look, it was a stupid
waitress job ten years ago.
Do you remember what you were
doing ten years ago?
Can you recall any details?
Was he wearing glasses?
Did he have a tattoo?
All I know is that the man
was yelling at the girl.
He got so riled up,
he spilled his wine.
and I ended up cleaning it
off the carpet.
Did he spill any on himself?
I don't know. Maybe.
(muttering)
(Castle and Beckett)
Him!
Trent Wellesley?
I'm Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD.
I need to have a word.
Yes. My old friend Jeff said
I might be hearing from you.
Police?
Are they the police?
Yes, grandmother.
My ring was stolen.
Oh, oh, they're not here
for you, grandmother.
My ring was stolen.
It's expensive.
Trent, perhaps you should take
this conversation elsewhere?
Of course, Frank.
She gets a little confused sometimes.
(singsong voice)
Okay.
Let's get this over with.
- It was me.
- It was you, what?
I was the one who had
the argument with the girl that
Jeff brought to the reunion that
night, the girl who was killed.
I didn't care for her behavior,
so I asked her to leave.
Girls like that hang around
families like mine for a reason.
They want something.
Jeff brought her as his plus one.
But he had left by then, and she stayed.
She tried to chat up
more than one of my relatives.
Anyone in particular?
You're barking up the wrong tree.
No one in my family
had anything to do
with what happened to her.
Someone paid almost $1 million
to cover up her murder.
That makes everyone in your family
a suspect, including you.
Trust me, if I had that kind
of money to throw around,
I wouldn't be here
sucking up to the old lady.
Nice.
You think I'm rich because
my last name's Wellesley.
But my dad died when I was a kid.
Mom and me had to pretty much survive
off the handouts of relatives.
Well, I suppose getting a job
would be out of the question.
Who are you protecting?
You already admitted
to arguing with her.
It really does not look good.
You have to understand..
he's like the only father I have.
Who are you talking about, Trent?
My Uncle Winston.
He had just been through
a bad break-up.
He's the kind of person that
people try to take advantage of.
People like who,
Olivia or poor relations
looking for a handout?
I'd seen her with him before.
Yes, it was terrible,
what happened to that poor girl.
Could you tell us about
the kind of relationship
you had with her, Mr. Wellesley?
Was the reunion the first time
that you two met?
Actually, I believe I met Olivia
at a cocktail party
a few weeks before that.
Was it MOMA?
I don't recall.
Anyway, I took a shine to her.
Charming, ambitious,
rough around the edges...
but I felt I could mentor her.
And by "mentor" you mean?
What are you suggesting?
Your nephew Trent said that
he saw her hitting on you
the whole night.
Well, that's Trent for you.
He's always been
very protective of the family.
Where were you between
10:00 pm and 2:00 am
on the night she was murdered?
Are you seriously asking me,
Winston Wellesley, for an alibi?
Oh. Apparently you are.
Fine. I was home.
Can anyone corroborate that?
Yes. God.
(man) Mr. Wellesley,
- your car is ready.
- Mm.
As delightful as this
conversation has been,
I must take my leave.
I have to meet my brother
at his campaign headquarters.
Ah, yes, Blake Wellesley,
running for Senate again.
Mm-hmm. And we'd appreciate
your support.
Don't forget to vote.
I have no doubt he was having
an affair with Olivia.
But why would he kill her?
Do you think maybe he was upset
that she came with someone else?
Mm. Jealousy, money, murder...
does it get any better than this?
You want to exhume my niece's body?
We believe that there was evidence
overlooked during the autopsy
that could lead to her killer.
Well, you told me you caught the man.
- You told me it was over.
I thought it was,
but whoever killed Olivia
Just murdered two more people.
Your niece deserves justice,
and so do they.
She was such a special girl.
She quit school...
to take care of her mother
when the cancer got bad.
That says a lot about her.
After her mother passed,
it was like she had to get away.
When she moved to the city,
I was just so happy for her.
But then...
You'll... bury her back
the way she was?
Of course.
At least she had
the funeral she deserved.
Thank God for Mr. Wellesley.
Mr. Wellesley?
The man who paid for everything.
Which Mr. Wellesley was that?
Winston Wellesley.
(Castle) Paid for her funeral?
- Can anyone say "guilty conscience"?
- Yeah.
Hey, Esposito, run down
Winston Wellesley's alibi.
Talk to doormen, chauffeurs,
the whole gamut.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you.
The prison duty roster.
How'd you pull it off, sir?
They didn't make me Captain
just because I look good behind a desk.
Run all the guards on that roster.
Look for anything out of the ordinary.
Sir, I'm gonna call the cemetery
to make arrangements
to exhume the body tomorrow.
You know what I don't get?
whoever's behind this,
why'd he stop paying Brady?
These Wellesleys have plenty of money.
If the money hadn't stopped,
Brady never would've set off
this triggering domino
that started all this.
Let me let you in on a little secret.
You know how rich people
stay rich? They are cheap.
Why pay for Brady
for the rest of his life
when you can kill him
for a fraction of the price?
But then why would he wait ten years?
Something changed.
Something must have happened.
Yeah.
Captain Montgomery.
Blake Wellesley.
Hate to bother you, but do you
have a minute to chat?
I speak for the entire Wellesley family
when I say you can expect
our full cooperation
in this investigation.
But? You can tell.
There's a "but" coming.
Not a "but. " A "however. "
Like I said, we'll cooperate,
however, we request that
these unannounced interviews
come to a stop.
Here we go.
Beckett, let's hear him out.
I apologize if I'm coming off
like one of those guys, Detective.
It's just that these impromptu
visits are a bit awkward.
My nephew Trent
said you spoke to him
when he visited my mother.
Mother became very confused, very upset.
I'm sure there's a better way
to facilitate this.
Like what?
Well, I propose
that all further interviews
be coordinated by me
and conducted at my offices.
What do you think?
Thank you for your offer, Mr. Wellesley.
That's very nice of you.
Not at all.
I'll give you my number.
Hold on.
I, too, have a "however. "
Thank you for your offer,
however,
my detectives will conduct
their investigation
in any manner they see fit.
Captain, I can get
the commissioner on the phone
in under a minute.
Well, tell him I said hi
and I really could use a raise.
I think we're done here.
That was awesome!
Whatever you guys are doing,
keep doing it.
They're circling the wagons.
Awesome.
"ignore. " "accept. "
"ignore. " no.
"accept. " no.
(exhales deeply)
Oh, mother, come on.
accept the man's
friend request already.
Using that old photo
was a horrible idea.
Why didn't you stop me?
Since when have I had the power
to stop you from doing anything?
What will Chet think
if he expects 1980s-Martha,
and... pfft...
present-day Martha shows up?
You tell anyone I said this
and I'll deny it,
and I'm only gonna say it once.
1980s-Martha was pretty great.
But present-day Martha...
is pretty spectacular, too.
(clicks)
- Did you just accept that?
- Yeah.
- Well, take it back.
- I'm sorry. I cannot.
- I... oh, God.
- No, but since it's done,
why don't you take a visit
to Chet's page
and see what he looks like nowadays?
Oh-ah-ah.
- Uh, just like this? Press that?
- Mm-hmm.
Ooh, good I... well, that's Chet.
But... (blows air) how old is that photo?
Turnabout is fair play, mother.
(sighs)
Chet Palaburn.
What are you thinking, man?
(Perlmutter) City workers
brought the coffin in an hour ago.
Boy, Winston didn't spare any
pennies with this box of wood.
This is the Bentley of caskets.
Shopping ahead?
Research. Derrick Storm,
in "Storm Warning,"
finds a murder weapon
buried in a coffin
a year before the murder occurs.
Of course, who am I talking to?
You know this.
Uh, back in the nonfiction section,
We have a real casket that's
been sealed for ten years,
so there's gonna be
some serious decomposition.
When I crack this open,
expect the foulest
of foul stenches. (blows air)
(inhales deeply)
Set?
Okay.
Ready? Here we go.
Uh!
(Castle) Is the body missing,
or did you just pull off
an awesome magic trick?
You are amazing, sir.
Nope, no prints.
- Whoever removed Olivia's remains was careful.
- Bye.
How do these people manage
to stay one step ahead of us?
Olivia's aunt said it was
an open-casket funeral.
So her body must have
been in here at one point.
The mortuary company must have
switched out the bodies
between the funeral and the burial.
Yeah, but the company
is out of business,
So there's no way of finding out.
Winston had to have paid
to get rid of the body
just in case Brady ever wanted
to come clean with the police.
Mm-hmm. Looks like it.
This guy's got contingency plans
for his contingency plans.
It feels like we're battling
a super villain.
Uh, excuse me, Dynamic Duo.
What am I doing with this?
Well, it depends.
What can you get for
a secondhand casket these days?
I'll call Olivia's family and find out
what they want to do.
Seriously, though? I wonder what
you could get for a slightly used coffin.
That thing is top of the line.
- Did you check the drawer?
- What drawer?
High-end coffins often have
a small drawer
hidden somewhere in the lid.
That way families can place
mementos in there
or psychotic killers can hide evidence.
Thank you. Sorry.
Nothing suspicious.
It's just a bunch of family photographs.
What does that button say?
Looks like a political button.
"Edna DeBiasse. "
Is Edna DeBiasse Olivia's mother?
Let me borrow your magnifying glass.
I don't have a magnifying glass.
Isn't that standard issue
for detectives?
No, not since Sherlock Holmes.
You can use mine.
Of course.
Mm-hmm.
(Beckett) "Casper Wellesley
Senate '78."
Olivia's mother worked on the campaign.
All roads lead to Wellesley.
(Beckett)
Are you looking at porn?
I use Ryan's computer for that.
I've been searching
a periodical database.
Look what I found.
In this article,
it talks about how during
his 1978 Senate run,
Casper had his sons, Blake and Winston,
heading up his
campaign headquarters in Ithaca.
Where Olivia's mom worked.
She and Winston
had to have crossed paths.
Exactly. Now why would Winston
keep that from us?
Hmm.
We ran all the guards' names
off that duty roster
you got us from Brady's prison.
- He's the only one that red flagged.
- Name's Patterson.
Made a deposit last month
for $5,000 cash.
Then the day Brady was killed,
he makes another deposit
in cash, this time for $10,000.
If there's anything I hate,
it's a dirtbag in uniform.
Mm-hmm.
So where are you guys at with
Winston Wellesley's alibi?
We have a few leads.
Keep pushing on that.
I'll push on this.
Mr. Wellesley, we are going
to find out the truth.
And the amount of dust
that we kick up doing that
is entirely up to you.
I do seem to recall, uh,
making her acquaintance.
You're telling us half-truths again.
We already know that you paid
for Olivia's funeral.
We know that you knew her mom.
Either you start telling me the truth,
or you're gonna spend the last few weeks
of your brother's campaign
issuing denials
after I release what I know
to the press.
Fine. I knew her mother.
After her mother passed,
Olivia set about
to unravel the mystery of her origins.
Olivia was clever.
She put together the clues,
found out her father was a Wellesley...
a Wellesley...
And?
Actually, the truth is,
I'm Olivia's father.
I know.
I had the same look on my face
when Olivia told me ten years ago.
And Olivia's mother didn't tell you?
Mnh-mnh.
Didn't tell Olivia either.
I was just on the verge
of telling everyone when she...
When she was tragically killed.
It is a tragedy when a father
kills his daughter, isn't it?
What?
What do you know
about Olivia's missing body?
Nothing. That's obscene.
Who would do something like that?
You, so no one would ever
find out the truth
- of who she really was.
- I didn't kill her,
Tnd I certainly didn't hide her body.
Yet, ten years after her death,
you're still trying to hide
her existence.
Well, you have to understand.
I have a family to protect.
Olivia was family.
Hmm.
Winston Wellesley, you did it.
He might have, but we don't
have the evidence to prove it.
(Esposito)
That's because he didn't.
We were able to verify Winston's alibi.
He really was home alone?
Oh, he was home, but he wasn't alone.
Winston had some
romantic company that night.
Well if he had an alibi, why didn't he
just say so from the start?
Maybe because of who
his romantic company was.
Stanley Jenkins.
Is Stanley a unisex name now
or is Winston...
Gay? Uh, yeah. He's gay.
He lied to us.
Who is he protecting?
Well, he said it himself.
Family.
You have to understand
that this young woman...
Olivia...
I hardly knew her.
Maybe I shook her hand
at the party, but that's all.
And now you're telling me
her mother and I worked
the same campaign 30 years ago?
You and your brother were in
Ithaca July and August of '78.
Olivia was born May, '79.
That's 9 months later.
Your brother claimed paternity,
but I think we all know
that's highly unlikely.
Winston, what the hell is going on here?
Blake, it's time to get
the lawyers involved.
What did you know about this, Winston?
This is not the time or the place.
I never saw Edna after that summer.
She never told me anything.
So you admit to sleeping with her?
She must have not wanted
to rock the boat,
hurt my father's campaign with
a scandal involving his son.
Blake, you've said enough.
I just found out I had
a daughter I never knew about,
a daughter who was murdered
and whose killer
apparently is still at large.
Why did you tell the police
you were her father? Why?
(Castle)
Actually, the question is,
why did he tell Olivia that
ten years ago?
You have to understand, Blake.
This was during the first Senate run.
Scandal would've killed the campaign.
I lost the damn election anyway.
You had no right to make
that decision without me.
We were only looking out
for your best interests.
We?
Winston, who is "we"?
(Blake)
Mother, do you remember Olivia...
- Olivia DeBiasse?
- Of course I do.
I have my mind.
- Mrs. Wellesley, we need to aask...
- Who are you?
Blake, that's not Olivia.
Yes, mother.
This is a police Detective,
- Investigating...
- Oh, yes. My ring was stolen.
- It was very expensive.
- Yes, ma'am.
Uh, but before we can deal with that,
we need to ask you a few questions
about Olivia DeBiasse.
(chuckles) Olivia...
came to me looking for a father,
so I gave her Winston.
A child would go a long way
to butch up his image.
But she was my daughter, mother.
(chuckles) You were too special.
You're going to be a Senator,
maybe even President someday.
Mrs. Wellesley, what happened to Olivia
the night of her murder?
Ooh! So many questions about...
I don't care for questions.
Olivia questioned me.
Ugh! The gall of that girl.
Mr. Wellesley, your mother is ill.
She can't handle the stress...
Oh, shut it, Frank.
I can handle anything.
It's dangerous for her
to get this riled up.
I'm getting her medication from the car.
(chuckles) What does
any of this have to do
with my stolen ring?
Mother... did you go to
Olivia's apartment that night?
She crossed me, had to be stopped.
What did you do, mother?
Mrs. Wellesley...
did you kill Olivia DeBiasse?
Kill her?
Why would I kill her?
N- no.
I... said "take care of it,"
and it was taken care of.
And who did you ask to take care of it?
Well, well, well,
if it isn't Frank Davis.
- Sorry, pal. Got the wrong guy.
- I don't think so, pal.
I just spent the better part of a day
sweating a guard named Patterson,
who works at the prison where
Brady Thompson was killed.
I don't know any Brady Thompson
and I don't know any Patterson.
That's funny, 'cause he knows you.
Said that you paid him to monitor
Brady Thompson's calls about a package.
No. No, no, no.
Said that you paid him to have a lifer
put a shiv in Brady Thompson's back.
Now you tell me how I got
the wrong guy. Cuffs.
So Frank was the family hit man?
More like the family fixer.
He cleaned up all types of dirt
for Senator Wellesley back in the day.
He knows where
all the bodies are buried.
And which ones needed to be dug up.
And then after he got rid of Olivia
on Mrs. Wellesley's orders,
he called around
to all his low-life connections
until he found someone
desperate enough to cut a deal.
Then why, after ten years,
would he suddenly stop paying
Brady to do his jail time?
When Mrs. Wellesley lost her faculties,
Blake was granted power of attorney.
Frank couldn't get the money
to make the payments anymore.
So he stopped, figuring Brady
would just disappear?
And when he found out Brady had evidence
to prove his innocence, Frank panicked.
He stole Mrs. Wellesley's ring
and hocked it to finance
his plan to shut Brady up permanently.
By the way, took a look
at the precinct's numbers.
Three closed cases
puts us just over
the mandated case closure rate,
right in time for the review tomorrow.
You know what's even better than that?
After ten years,
I can call Olivia's aunt
and tell her that we really
got the guy, finally.
And you get to give
the messenger's sister
- some closure, too.
- Mm-hmm.
Though I don't suppose having
answers makes it any easier.
It does... in time.
(Alexis) I can't believe
how many lives were ruined
over one woman's need
to protect her family's reputation.
You will never have this problem.
Between Grams and myself,
our family reputation's
already in ruins.
- Mm, lucky me.
- Yeah.
What's gonna happen to Brady's son?
Well, there's a silver lining there.
When Blake Wellesley found out why
- Brady sold his freedom...
- Mm-hmm.
He pledged $20 million to
a local kids' charity... Mm.
- Who agreed to handle Brady's son's care.
- Oh, that's so sweet.
And wow.
(Alexis chuckles)
Lookin' good, Grams.
Hot date?
Dining and dancing with Chet Palaburn.
What if he turns out to be
bloated and ugly?
Oh, how superficial do you think I am?
Intensely. Mother, what is going on?
Present-day Martha is going on.
I've had filthy, stinking rich.
I've had broke, dirt-poor.
And you know what I want now?
Fun.
Just fun.
And if you aren't what Chet's expecting?
Oh, please, darling.
Look at me.
Come on. It doesn't get
any better than that. (laughs)
Don't wait up for me, kids.
Mama's on the prowl.
(Salme Dahlstrom's
"C'mon Y'all" playing)
Oh, that poor bastard. (sighs)
Is insanity inherited?
♪ Ooh la la la la, C'mon y'all ♪
re-sync, corrections [HI]
elderman
There are two kinds of folks
who sit around thinking
about how to kill people:
psychopaths and mystery writers.
I'm the kind that pays better.
Who am I?
I'm Rick Castle.
Castle.
Castle.
I really am ruggedly handsome,
aren't I?
Every writer needs inspiration.
And I found mine.
Detective Kate Beckett.
- Beckett.
- Beckett.
- Nikki Heat?
- The character he's basing on you.
And thanks to my friendship
with the mayor,
I get to be on her case.
I would be happy
to let you spank me.
And together, we catch killers
We make a pretty
good team, you know?
Like Starsky and Hutch.
Turner and Hooch.
You do remind me
a little of Hooch.
♪ ♪
(people yelling indistinctly)
(engine revs)
(horns honking)
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ outta control ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ outta control ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ outta control ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ outta control ♪
♪ baby, I'm on fire ♪
♪ and outta control ♪
No!
[ tires squeal ]
[ crash ]
(woman screams)
(man) what happened?
(woman) I don't know.
Is he okay?
[ door open, closes ]
[ tires squeal ]
[ engine revs ]
what happened? I don't know. Is he okay?
(Martha)
Well, that was easy.
All right! What do we do next.
Set up you profile.
Name... Martha Rodgers.
Sex... Female.
Right.
- Race?
- Color-blind.
Why should I categorize myself?
Shades of gray darling.
- Age?
- Ageless.
No, better yet.
Timeless.
Oh, you don't want to put that...
It makes you sound like you
belong in a museum.
Oh, you have a point. Uh...
I know... type in... "old enough. "
- Nice.
- Umm.
What are you ladies doing?
Alexis is assisting me in creating
a My Face account.
- I think you mean...
- Save your breath.
I've been correcting her all morning.
Well, it's my face, isn't it
it's not your face...
or someone else's face...
I don't... well anyway...
my fellow cast members been raving
about what fun it is,
what a great networking tool it is. So...
Here I am.
And now you just need to select
a photo for your profile page.
Okay. Should we go (lowered voice) dramatic?
or... (higher voice) commercial?
(normal voice) or sassy?
Mm.
(chuckles)
Don't you have anything from this century?
What, do you think the hair's a bit dated?
Not exactly what I was getting at.
Uh huh, I know what you were getting at.
Your no spring chicken yourself, you know.
Have you looked in the mirror lately?
I have two words for you...
"hairline" and "receding".
(chuckles)
Ha!... made you look!
She totally got you, dad.
[ cell phone ringing ]
(beep)
Yes, Beckett. Either there's a dead body
or you just wanna hear my sultry voice.
Dead body it is. Where?
[ police sirens ]
(police radio chatter)
You got her fast, Castle.
My side of town.
So what do we got?
- May I?
- Be my guest.
Thank you.
Our victims name is Caleb Shimin...
Shimansky.
- Is that an "a"?
- Yeah, it's an "a. "
And he was pulling a Kevin Bacon
in "Quicksilver", when all...
I'm sorry, a what?
"Quicksilver. "
Kevin Bacon is a bike messenger
who failed as a...
Esposito take him to school.
The victim is Caleb Shimansky,
an on-duty bike messenger.
A masked suspect, in a black 4-door
plows into him, killing him instantly.
Then the suspect steal steals the messenger bag,
jumps into his ride and jets off.
See, that wasn't so hard.
No. No. It's good, if you like
the dull, non-best-seller version.
I thought I gave it some flair.
I'm assuming we have plenty of witnesses.
Several. Three of them got the suspect's
liscence plate number.
Aw man.
It's like having a cheat code.
You've got multiple witnesses and
a liscence plate number?
It's gonna take you all of what...
five minutes to solve it?
I ran the suspect's plates.
Car was reported stolen an hour ago.
Masked man in a stolen car...
our thief planned this
and obviously wanted
whatever was in that messenger bag.
Something our vic was delivering...
a package, a box.
(Beckett) Contact the courier company.
I want to know what was in that bag.
Whatever it was... it was important enough
to kill the messenger.
(Beckett)
Sir. We got an APB out on the car...
but Esposito and Ryan
got nothing on the canvas.
Do we know what was in the package?
The, uh, courier company's
looking into it right now.
Whatever it was,
somebody thought it was worth killing for.
Off the top of my head,
I'm gonna go with nuclear launch codes,
Dick Cheney's soul on it's way to the devil...
All good theories, Castle.
All good theories.
Um, sir?
Are you okay?
You seem, uh little distracted.
No, I'm focused.
Focused on the precinct being up for review.
and our case closure rate
being just under One-P-P's
new mandated minimum,
which, of course, doesn't take
the budget cuts into consideration.
Now how the hell am I supposed
to catch more bad guys
with fewer detectives?
Yo, Cap. Courier company said the vic
only had one package in his bag,
picked up from 27-39 West 2nd,
apartment, 3-C.
Sent by one S. Nidal Mattar.
I ran it through the system.
There's a Shakir Nidal Mattar
on the terror watch list.
- Could be the same guy.
- Where was the package going?
6-1-4 East 72nd.
East 72nd? That's the 64th precinct.
Sir, that could be an attack.
I need a full tactical alert.
Have 'em evacuate the building.
- I'll coordinate with Homeland Security.
- This is Detective Beckett.
We have a possible terrorist attack against the
6-4... Yeah, this is Captain Roy Montgomery...
- Get ESU over to the pickup address immediately.
- You got it.
(Beckett)
All units on alert.
Yeah, this is Montgomery
over at 12th precinct.
[ door rammed, crashes down ]
(meows)
NYPD!
(man) NYPD! Hands!
(man) Clear!
Where's Nidal Mattar?
(mutters)
Shakir Nidal Mattar...
Where is he?
There's no Shakir Nidal Mattar here.
Only Sally Niedermeyer.
Ma'am, did you send a package
by bike courier this morning?
Yes, I did.
S. Nidal Mattar.
S. Niedermeyer.
Some bozo at the courier company
wrote the name wrong.
Our bad.
(mouths word)
I'm going to... we can...
Yeah, we can fix this.
Don't worry about it.
Sorry. It's not a problem.
(drill whirs)
Mrs. Niedermeyer,
somebody stole the courier bag
that your package was in,
and in the course of the crime,
a bike messenger was killed.
Oh, that's terrible.
Yeah, we're trying to figure out
why they stole the bag.
You sent it to the 64th
Precinct, is that right?.
Yes
Could you tell us
what was in the package?
No.
No?
No.
"no" you don't want to
or "no" you don't remember
or know what's in the package?
Yes...
to the second part,
the... the... the don't know part.
Where'd you get the package?
From my favorite nephew... Brady.
Okay, where can we find Brady?
In prison.
"Prison" prison?
(meow)
When did he give you the package?
Ten years ago,
just before they sent him upstate.
Brady came over, handed me the package,
and then he said,
"mema, take good care of this package.
"Don't tell anyone about it.
And never, ever open it. "
Then why all of a sudden
would you messenger it?
Brady called...
about 7:30 this morning,
and asked me to send it right away
to the man it was addressed to,
the man who arrested him ten years ago...
Detective Roy Montgomery.
It's Captain Roy Montgomery now.
Oh. You know him?
Yeah. He's our boss.
- The package was coming to me?
- (Beckett) Yeah.
- What's his name again?
- Brady Thompson.
It was back when you were
a Detective with the 6-4.
Oh, yeah.
It's ringing some bells.
But why would he send me
a 10-year-old package?
Esposito's on the phone
with corrections.
He's trying to get an interview.
Do you recall anything at all about him?
Yeah, he killed a lady...
a push-in robbery gone bad.
Open-and-shut case.
I think we even got
a confession out of him.
The aunt said that he was
pretty insistent
about getting
the package directly to you.
Do you know why that would be?
You would have to ask him.
Not unless you're performing
a séance. He's dead.
- Got shanked in prison this morning.
- (Castle) This morning?
That's no coincidence.
Have records pull everything
from the old case.
If memory serves, Brady was
married when we went away.
See if the wife is still the wife
and if she knows anything.
Beckett, call the Warden.
I want to see what they know
about Brady's murder.
And I need copies
of all his phone calls.
I want to know exactly
what he said to Aunt Sally
and anyone else, for that matter.
Okay.
Hey, Beckett.
Paisley Shimansky's here to see you.
That's the bike messenger's sister.
Excuse me.
(speaking inaudibly)
How does she do that?
Better than anyone I know.
(continues speaking inaudibly)
You okay?
Her brother died
trying to get something to me.
No, I'm not okay.
♫ Castle 2x08 ♫
Kill the Messenger
Original Air Date on November 9, 2009
(Beckett)
The prison sent over
the last two phone calls Brady made.
(Sally)
Can't I just put it in the mail?
No, Aunt Sally. You've gotta
take it down there yourself.
Oh, my hip's been acting up again.
Then call a messenger service.
I'll pay you back, okay?
Alright. I'll take care of it.
(lowered voice)
I've gotta go now, okay?
Take care now, Brady.
Love you.
Love you, too, mema.
I- I gotta go.
(beep)
Nothing about what was in the package.
At 7:23, he makes
this phone call to his wife.
(beep)
(woman) Yes, I'll accept the charges.
- Val.
- Hey, babe.
Val, listen to me.
Remember what we talked about
last time you visited?
I remember.
It's goin' down today.
You and Jared get out of the house now.
- But, Brady...
- there's no time to talk. Just go.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Give Jared a kiss from dad, okay?
- I love you.
- I love you, too. Bye. (beep)
Brady was killed 45 minutes
after those 2 phone calls.
Yeah, but we don't have a why or a who.
Or a how it's related
to your mystery package.
Warden have any suspects?
A whole prison yard full.
He was shanked in the yard.
There were no witnesses.
Warden's less than optimistic
about catching the killer.
Brady have any beefs?
Apparently he was the model prisoner.
Then it must have been a hit,
ordered from the outside.
By the same guy
who killed our messenger.
Any luck on tracking down Brady's wife?
Big fat zippo. But they left
the apartment in a hurry.
I pinged their cell phones,
tracked their credit cards.
- She's off the grid.
- Maybe not completely.
I just got off the phone
with the son's school.
According to the principal,
Brady's kid misses class
every Tuesday because he's got
some kind of respiratory condition.
Tomorrow's Tuesday.
You get the doctor's name?
Let's set up on the office in
the morning. We might get lucky.
Whatcha doing, mother,
working on your play?
Oh, I wish. I've been
bombarded with friend requests.
It's like a part-time job.
And these exchanges
are just ridiculous.
Dot Ellison, who I have absolutely no desire
to reconnect with,
has just wasted 20 minutes of my life
recounting the bravery
of her cat passing a kidney stone.
(laughs) Well, it could've been worse.
She could've sent you a video.
Joining up with this fad
was a terrible mistake.
Nothing good comes from the Internet.
(computer chimes)
Oh, you just got
another friend request.
- O.M.G.! Chet Palaburn.
- Who's Chet Palaburn?
Star athlete, Class President,
Homecoming King...
my high school sweetheart,
and my first.
I really didn't need
to know that last part.
Oh, oh. He sent a message
with his request.
"I'm living in New York now
and would love to see you.
Martha, you haven't changed a bit. "
Oh, Chet Palaburn.
Can you believe it?
And did you see that message?
(giggles)
You do know that Chet's comments
are based on a 20-year-old photo?
Oh.
Oh.
Well...
Should I accept his friend request?
I mean, the last time
I laid eyes on him,
I was 18 and... and now he sees this photo
and now this and... ugh.
- What do I do?
- It's your call.
There's always Dot and her
kitty cat's medical mysteries.
(chuckles)
[ phone ringing ]
Everything okay?
Another dead end in the messenger case.
Uniforms located the stolen car
that ran him down,
but CSU got bubkes... no prints, no hairs.
It's sounding more and more
like a professional hit.
- Yeah.
- What about surveillance?
Any cameras around
where the car was dumped?
Nah. Our masked man
knew what he was doing.
Well, at least our tip
on the doctor paid off.
Prison vic's wife came in with her son
first thing this morning.
The Captain and Beckett
are interviewing her now.
- I'm gonna go...
- I wouldn't do...
Do you have any idea who killed him?
We're working on it.
Mrs. Thompson, do you know
anything about a package
that your husband asked his Aunt Sally
to send out for him yesterday?
Yeah.
It was his insurance policy.
He gave it to her when he went away.
Insurance policy?
It was proof he didn't kill the woman
he went to jail for murdering.
But he confessed.
Well, he might have confessed,
but he didn't do it.
With all due respect, Mrs. Thompson,
half the men in prison will swear
up and down they didn't do it.
Do those men's wives get a package
in the mail every month
with $7,000 cash in it?
(Castle) Uh, your husband confessed
to a murder he didn't commit for money?
I know this will sound crazy,
but we didn't know what else to do.
Jared was born with
a rare respiratory disease,
and we didn't have
the money or the insurance
to get him the therapy he needed.
If Brady hadn't done what he did,
Jared wouldn't even be alive right now.
Did Brady ever tell you who
actually committed the murder
he went away for?
No. I-I don't even know
if he knew who it was.
Over ten years, you never asked
who his contact was,
who approached him, who was paying you?
You just conveniently
never bothered to ask?
I asked! But-but Brady felt
that the less I knew,
the safer I would be.
He... even the packages
didn't have a return address.
Look, Captain,
my husband was just killed.
I'm telling you all I know.
Okay, so what we know so far
is that about four months ago,
the payments to Brady
started arriving late, short
and then finally, not at all.
And according to the wife,
that's when Brady decided
to messenger over
his insurance policy.
that was supposed to prove
his innocence.
Our patsy Brady
had to be in communication
with whoever was making payments.
Prison should have a record
of everyone Brady talked to.
We already checked his phone
logs. There's nothing there.
How about e-mail?
We're running it down.
Well, whatever Brady said, it worked.
Payments started up again,
then a month ago, nothing.
(Ryan) Think maybe Brady got
fed up with the situation?
Figured if whoever he made
the deal with wasn't holding up
their end of the bargain, why was he?
Then he calls up his Aunt Sally,
asks her to send the evidence
that proves his innocence
to the arresting officer.
Is it possible someone was
monitoring his calls?
I mean, whoever killed
our bike messenger
had to have been tipped off
the package was in motion.
The only people that
monitor calls are prison staff.
$7,000 a month for 10 years
is almost $1 million total.
Whoever we're dealing with
obviously has the means
to buy somebody off.
Get the duty roster from the prison.
See who was working
when Brady made his calls.
Set up a protection detail
for the wife and the kid.
It's already done, sir.
Captain, you had
the confessions, the evidence.
Anyone would've come to
the same conclusion.
I didn't push hard enough.
I knew this case was off.
Everything just fell into place
so perfectly.
Now what have we got?
An innocent bystander with
no connection to the killer.
And without physical evidence,
there's no way of tracking
who was driving that car.
And catching a break on a prison
murder? That's a long shot,
especially if you're dealing
with a corrupt guard.
Okay, but we still have the original
murder from ten years ago.
Everything started there.
Two fresh bodies, and you want to look
at a murder 10-years cold?
Uh... When I'm writing a story,
the beginning is always the hardest,
but if you nail that,
the rest of it
could just fall into place.
Castle, this is not one of your books.
No, but it is a mystery, and all
mysteries are the same...
Motive, opportunity,
cover-up, conscience.
These murders today were
to cover up one ten years ago.
That's where your leads are gonna be.
Come on, Captain.
What do you say?
Let's take a little trip
down memory lane.
Olivia DeBiasse, 20 years old.
Neighbors found her bludgeoned
to death in her apartment.
Hmm. There were some things
missing from her apartment.
Whoever killed her
tried to make it look like
a robbery gone wrong.
There should be something in there
about a handyman that we looked at for it.
He had a criminal record,
he worked in the building.
If it was him, I'm in
the wrong line of work.
$7,000 a month for a handyman?
We moved off him once we moved on Brady.
An anonymous tip came in.
Felt like a break at the time.
Brought him in, leaned on him for, what,
maybe a half-hour before he broke.
You know, it's funny.
I- I never actually even looked
at some of these reports
because once the canvassing
detectives turned them in,
we already had Brady in custody.
Well, it says here that Olivia
went to a party earlier
the night she was killed.
It says here the Pierson Club.
The Pierson Club?
That's high society.
That's crème de la crème.
My money goes in banks.
Their money buys banks.
Sir, listen to this...
a waitress gave a statement
saying that she saw Olivia
having a heated argument
with a man at the party.
The plot thickens.
Mm-hmm. There's no name,
but according to the description she gave,
he was in his mid-20s, medium build,
wearing a blue blazer
and an orange striped tie.
Ooh, I don't know about you guys.
but I am getting a delicious
millionaire playboy vibe here.
The waitress was under the impression
that he arrived with Olivia.
Olivia's best friend was
a gal that she worked with.
Maybe she could tell us
who Olivia hung out with.
Perlmutter just finished reviewing
Olivia's autopsy report
from back in the day.
He says he found something.
You guys take the morgue.
- I'll follow-up on Olivia's friend.
- Thank you, sir.
(Perlmutter) I've gone through
Ms. Debiasse's files,
and her autopsy was fairly limited.
I assume, when Brady confessed,
the M.E. decided not to be thorough.
Did he miss something?
- It's hard to say.
- What does your gut tell you?
My gut tells me I'm hungry, but I'm not
gonna be able to eat until
I'm done with the two of you,
so why don't I just tell you
what my keen M.E. Training tells me?
All right, Brady said he hit
Olivia with a baseball bat.
But look at these.
When I look at these wounds
and the skull fracture pattern,
I'm just not seeing
a baseball-bat strike.
Brady lied about killing her.
He might have lied about
what was used to do it.
Can you determine how she was killed?
It'd only be speculating.
To do it properly,
I'd have to X-ray the skull
and examine the remains.
You want to exhume the body?
The only way to do it right.
Plus, who knows what else I might find?
Olivia was raised by a single
mom who's deceased as well.
So let me call the next of kin
and see what I can do.
(cell phone rings)
mm. Excuse me.
(beep)
Beckett.
You sure it's sanitary
to be eating here?
You know the strength of
the disinfectants we use here?
This is the cleanest room in the city.
- I couldn't.
- Homemade.
I couldn't.
Caught a break.
The Captain talked to the friend.
Does she remember who Olivia was with?
Jeff Dilahunt, who's had his fair share
of run-ins with the law.
And he has a trust fund worth millions.
Enough to pay $7,000 a month.
- Bingo.
- Boo-yah.
Uh, I met Olivia at a nightclub.
She hadn't been in town long,
but, uh, she seemed like
a real party girl.
Were the two of you dating?
Uh, no. Just friends.
What, can't a guy and a girl
just be friends?
Please.
Are you two together?
- Not yet.
- Absolutely not.
Look, it was, uh, no big deal.
I happened to mention
that a school friend of mine
was having a family reunion
here at the Pierson Club
and asked me to stop by.
Olivia really wanted to come.
So I took her.
Who would want to go to
someone else's family reunion?
Well, I suppose that
all depends on the family.
In this case, it happened
to be the Wellesleys.
The w...
the "Wellesleys" Wellesleys?
The rich and powerful Wellesleys?
The conservative, New York Wellesleys?
(clears throat)
Wasn't that one of our senators?
Yeah, he was. Senator Casper Wellesley.
Oh.
He died in the early '90s.
His kid's running for his seat again this year.
Well, I'll tell you what,
next time I'm invited, I'll take you.
Mr. Dilahunt, where were you
between 10:00 pm and 2:00 am
the night that she was killed?
Okay, well, a couple of, uh,
Wellesley cousins and I
bailed early and went clubbing.
I believe there may have been
Bolivian marching powder involved.
We got picked up for public intoxication.
My father got
the charges dropped, but, uh,
there's still a record of our arrest.
If you can't find it, I have
a framed copy at home.
(chuckles) Did you have an argument
with Olivia that night
or see anyone else who did?
- No.
A witness saw Olivia having it out
with a man in a blue blazer
and an orange striped tie.
Do you remember anyone
who fit that description?
Actually, I do.
All Wellesley family events
have a strict dress code.
The, uh, blazers are standard, but...
Lenanne Wellesley, the family matriarch,
hand picks the men's ties.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yep. We got a hell of a lot of suspects.
Yes, Chief.
No, I know, Chief.
As soon as I possibly can, Chief.
They cut our staff 20%,
and they get upset when
our clure rate drops 3%.
You ask me, we're working
miracles to do what we're doing.
Sir, we can do this later
if you have a higher priority.
Never let the job get in the way of the job.
Where were we?
Well, Brady and his contact
communicated through
a dummy e-mail account.
We tried to trace the address,
but it was a dead end.
Where are we
with reviewing the guards?
Nowhere. The Warden refuses to
provide us with a duty roster.
said he was offended we assumed
one of his men was dirty,
wanted to handle it in-house.
Yeah? Well, that doesn't work for me.
(Beckett) Do any of these men
look like the one
that you saw arguing with Olivia
the night of the party?
Look, it was a stupid
waitress job ten years ago.
Do you remember what you were
doing ten years ago?
Can you recall any details?
Was he wearing glasses?
Did he have a tattoo?
All I know is that the man
was yelling at the girl.
He got so riled up,
he spilled his wine.
and I ended up cleaning it
off the carpet.
Did he spill any on himself?
I don't know. Maybe.
(muttering)
(Castle and Beckett)
Him!
Trent Wellesley?
I'm Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD.
I need to have a word.
Yes. My old friend Jeff said
I might be hearing from you.
Police?
Are they the police?
Yes, grandmother.
My ring was stolen.
Oh, oh, they're not here
for you, grandmother.
My ring was stolen.
It's expensive.
Trent, perhaps you should take
this conversation elsewhere?
Of course, Frank.
She gets a little confused sometimes.
(singsong voice)
Okay.
Let's get this over with.
- It was me.
- It was you, what?
I was the one who had
the argument with the girl that
Jeff brought to the reunion that
night, the girl who was killed.
I didn't care for her behavior,
so I asked her to leave.
Girls like that hang around
families like mine for a reason.
They want something.
Jeff brought her as his plus one.
But he had left by then, and she stayed.
She tried to chat up
more than one of my relatives.
Anyone in particular?
You're barking up the wrong tree.
No one in my family
had anything to do
with what happened to her.
Someone paid almost $1 million
to cover up her murder.
That makes everyone in your family
a suspect, including you.
Trust me, if I had that kind
of money to throw around,
I wouldn't be here
sucking up to the old lady.
Nice.
You think I'm rich because
my last name's Wellesley.
But my dad died when I was a kid.
Mom and me had to pretty much survive
off the handouts of relatives.
Well, I suppose getting a job
would be out of the question.
Who are you protecting?
You already admitted
to arguing with her.
It really does not look good.
You have to understand..
he's like the only father I have.
Who are you talking about, Trent?
My Uncle Winston.
He had just been through
a bad break-up.
He's the kind of person that
people try to take advantage of.
People like who,
Olivia or poor relations
looking for a handout?
I'd seen her with him before.
Yes, it was terrible,
what happened to that poor girl.
Could you tell us about
the kind of relationship
you had with her, Mr. Wellesley?
Was the reunion the first time
that you two met?
Actually, I believe I met Olivia
at a cocktail party
a few weeks before that.
Was it MOMA?
I don't recall.
Anyway, I took a shine to her.
Charming, ambitious,
rough around the edges...
but I felt I could mentor her.
And by "mentor" you mean?
What are you suggesting?
Your nephew Trent said that
he saw her hitting on you
the whole night.
Well, that's Trent for you.
He's always been
very protective of the family.
Where were you between
10:00 pm and 2:00 am
on the night she was murdered?
Are you seriously asking me,
Winston Wellesley, for an alibi?
Oh. Apparently you are.
Fine. I was home.
Can anyone corroborate that?
Yes. God.
(man) Mr. Wellesley,
- your car is ready.
- Mm.
As delightful as this
conversation has been,
I must take my leave.
I have to meet my brother
at his campaign headquarters.
Ah, yes, Blake Wellesley,
running for Senate again.
Mm-hmm. And we'd appreciate
your support.
Don't forget to vote.
I have no doubt he was having
an affair with Olivia.
But why would he kill her?
Do you think maybe he was upset
that she came with someone else?
Mm. Jealousy, money, murder...
does it get any better than this?
You want to exhume my niece's body?
We believe that there was evidence
overlooked during the autopsy
that could lead to her killer.
Well, you told me you caught the man.
- You told me it was over.
I thought it was,
but whoever killed Olivia
Just murdered two more people.
Your niece deserves justice,
and so do they.
She was such a special girl.
She quit school...
to take care of her mother
when the cancer got bad.
That says a lot about her.
After her mother passed,
it was like she had to get away.
When she moved to the city,
I was just so happy for her.
But then...
You'll... bury her back
the way she was?
Of course.
At least she had
the funeral she deserved.
Thank God for Mr. Wellesley.
Mr. Wellesley?
The man who paid for everything.
Which Mr. Wellesley was that?
Winston Wellesley.
(Castle) Paid for her funeral?
- Can anyone say "guilty conscience"?
- Yeah.
Hey, Esposito, run down
Winston Wellesley's alibi.
Talk to doormen, chauffeurs,
the whole gamut.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you.
The prison duty roster.
How'd you pull it off, sir?
They didn't make me Captain
just because I look good behind a desk.
Run all the guards on that roster.
Look for anything out of the ordinary.
Sir, I'm gonna call the cemetery
to make arrangements
to exhume the body tomorrow.
You know what I don't get?
whoever's behind this,
why'd he stop paying Brady?
These Wellesleys have plenty of money.
If the money hadn't stopped,
Brady never would've set off
this triggering domino
that started all this.
Let me let you in on a little secret.
You know how rich people
stay rich? They are cheap.
Why pay for Brady
for the rest of his life
when you can kill him
for a fraction of the price?
But then why would he wait ten years?
Something changed.
Something must have happened.
Yeah.
Captain Montgomery.
Blake Wellesley.
Hate to bother you, but do you
have a minute to chat?
I speak for the entire Wellesley family
when I say you can expect
our full cooperation
in this investigation.
But? You can tell.
There's a "but" coming.
Not a "but. " A "however. "
Like I said, we'll cooperate,
however, we request that
these unannounced interviews
come to a stop.
Here we go.
Beckett, let's hear him out.
I apologize if I'm coming off
like one of those guys, Detective.
It's just that these impromptu
visits are a bit awkward.
My nephew Trent
said you spoke to him
when he visited my mother.
Mother became very confused, very upset.
I'm sure there's a better way
to facilitate this.
Like what?
Well, I propose
that all further interviews
be coordinated by me
and conducted at my offices.
What do you think?
Thank you for your offer, Mr. Wellesley.
That's very nice of you.
Not at all.
I'll give you my number.
Hold on.
I, too, have a "however. "
Thank you for your offer,
however,
my detectives will conduct
their investigation
in any manner they see fit.
Captain, I can get
the commissioner on the phone
in under a minute.
Well, tell him I said hi
and I really could use a raise.
I think we're done here.
That was awesome!
Whatever you guys are doing,
keep doing it.
They're circling the wagons.
Awesome.
"ignore. " "accept. "
"ignore. " no.
"accept. " no.
(exhales deeply)
Oh, mother, come on.
accept the man's
friend request already.
Using that old photo
was a horrible idea.
Why didn't you stop me?
Since when have I had the power
to stop you from doing anything?
What will Chet think
if he expects 1980s-Martha,
and... pfft...
present-day Martha shows up?
You tell anyone I said this
and I'll deny it,
and I'm only gonna say it once.
1980s-Martha was pretty great.
But present-day Martha...
is pretty spectacular, too.
(clicks)
- Did you just accept that?
- Yeah.
- Well, take it back.
- I'm sorry. I cannot.
- I... oh, God.
- No, but since it's done,
why don't you take a visit
to Chet's page
and see what he looks like nowadays?
Oh-ah-ah.
- Uh, just like this? Press that?
- Mm-hmm.
Ooh, good I... well, that's Chet.
But... (blows air) how old is that photo?
Turnabout is fair play, mother.
(sighs)
Chet Palaburn.
What are you thinking, man?
(Perlmutter) City workers
brought the coffin in an hour ago.
Boy, Winston didn't spare any
pennies with this box of wood.
This is the Bentley of caskets.
Shopping ahead?
Research. Derrick Storm,
in "Storm Warning,"
finds a murder weapon
buried in a coffin
a year before the murder occurs.
Of course, who am I talking to?
You know this.
Uh, back in the nonfiction section,
We have a real casket that's
been sealed for ten years,
so there's gonna be
some serious decomposition.
When I crack this open,
expect the foulest
of foul stenches. (blows air)
(inhales deeply)
Set?
Okay.
Ready? Here we go.
Uh!
(Castle) Is the body missing,
or did you just pull off
an awesome magic trick?
You are amazing, sir.
Nope, no prints.
- Whoever removed Olivia's remains was careful.
- Bye.
How do these people manage
to stay one step ahead of us?
Olivia's aunt said it was
an open-casket funeral.
So her body must have
been in here at one point.
The mortuary company must have
switched out the bodies
between the funeral and the burial.
Yeah, but the company
is out of business,
So there's no way of finding out.
Winston had to have paid
to get rid of the body
just in case Brady ever wanted
to come clean with the police.
Mm-hmm. Looks like it.
This guy's got contingency plans
for his contingency plans.
It feels like we're battling
a super villain.
Uh, excuse me, Dynamic Duo.
What am I doing with this?
Well, it depends.
What can you get for
a secondhand casket these days?
I'll call Olivia's family and find out
what they want to do.
Seriously, though? I wonder what
you could get for a slightly used coffin.
That thing is top of the line.
- Did you check the drawer?
- What drawer?
High-end coffins often have
a small drawer
hidden somewhere in the lid.
That way families can place
mementos in there
or psychotic killers can hide evidence.
Thank you. Sorry.
Nothing suspicious.
It's just a bunch of family photographs.
What does that button say?
Looks like a political button.
"Edna DeBiasse. "
Is Edna DeBiasse Olivia's mother?
Let me borrow your magnifying glass.
I don't have a magnifying glass.
Isn't that standard issue
for detectives?
No, not since Sherlock Holmes.
You can use mine.
Of course.
Mm-hmm.
(Beckett) "Casper Wellesley
Senate '78."
Olivia's mother worked on the campaign.
All roads lead to Wellesley.
(Beckett)
Are you looking at porn?
I use Ryan's computer for that.
I've been searching
a periodical database.
Look what I found.
In this article,
it talks about how during
his 1978 Senate run,
Casper had his sons, Blake and Winston,
heading up his
campaign headquarters in Ithaca.
Where Olivia's mom worked.
She and Winston
had to have crossed paths.
Exactly. Now why would Winston
keep that from us?
Hmm.
We ran all the guards' names
off that duty roster
you got us from Brady's prison.
- He's the only one that red flagged.
- Name's Patterson.
Made a deposit last month
for $5,000 cash.
Then the day Brady was killed,
he makes another deposit
in cash, this time for $10,000.
If there's anything I hate,
it's a dirtbag in uniform.
Mm-hmm.
So where are you guys at with
Winston Wellesley's alibi?
We have a few leads.
Keep pushing on that.
I'll push on this.
Mr. Wellesley, we are going
to find out the truth.
And the amount of dust
that we kick up doing that
is entirely up to you.
I do seem to recall, uh,
making her acquaintance.
You're telling us half-truths again.
We already know that you paid
for Olivia's funeral.
We know that you knew her mom.
Either you start telling me the truth,
or you're gonna spend the last few weeks
of your brother's campaign
issuing denials
after I release what I know
to the press.
Fine. I knew her mother.
After her mother passed,
Olivia set about
to unravel the mystery of her origins.
Olivia was clever.
She put together the clues,
found out her father was a Wellesley...
a Wellesley...
And?
Actually, the truth is,
I'm Olivia's father.
I know.
I had the same look on my face
when Olivia told me ten years ago.
And Olivia's mother didn't tell you?
Mnh-mnh.
Didn't tell Olivia either.
I was just on the verge
of telling everyone when she...
When she was tragically killed.
It is a tragedy when a father
kills his daughter, isn't it?
What?
What do you know
about Olivia's missing body?
Nothing. That's obscene.
Who would do something like that?
You, so no one would ever
find out the truth
- of who she really was.
- I didn't kill her,
Tnd I certainly didn't hide her body.
Yet, ten years after her death,
you're still trying to hide
her existence.
Well, you have to understand.
I have a family to protect.
Olivia was family.
Hmm.
Winston Wellesley, you did it.
He might have, but we don't
have the evidence to prove it.
(Esposito)
That's because he didn't.
We were able to verify Winston's alibi.
He really was home alone?
Oh, he was home, but he wasn't alone.
Winston had some
romantic company that night.
Well if he had an alibi, why didn't he
just say so from the start?
Maybe because of who
his romantic company was.
Stanley Jenkins.
Is Stanley a unisex name now
or is Winston...
Gay? Uh, yeah. He's gay.
He lied to us.
Who is he protecting?
Well, he said it himself.
Family.
You have to understand
that this young woman...
Olivia...
I hardly knew her.
Maybe I shook her hand
at the party, but that's all.
And now you're telling me
her mother and I worked
the same campaign 30 years ago?
You and your brother were in
Ithaca July and August of '78.
Olivia was born May, '79.
That's 9 months later.
Your brother claimed paternity,
but I think we all know
that's highly unlikely.
Winston, what the hell is going on here?
Blake, it's time to get
the lawyers involved.
What did you know about this, Winston?
This is not the time or the place.
I never saw Edna after that summer.
She never told me anything.
So you admit to sleeping with her?
She must have not wanted
to rock the boat,
hurt my father's campaign with
a scandal involving his son.
Blake, you've said enough.
I just found out I had
a daughter I never knew about,
a daughter who was murdered
and whose killer
apparently is still at large.
Why did you tell the police
you were her father? Why?
(Castle)
Actually, the question is,
why did he tell Olivia that
ten years ago?
You have to understand, Blake.
This was during the first Senate run.
Scandal would've killed the campaign.
I lost the damn election anyway.
You had no right to make
that decision without me.
We were only looking out
for your best interests.
We?
Winston, who is "we"?
(Blake)
Mother, do you remember Olivia...
- Olivia DeBiasse?
- Of course I do.
I have my mind.
- Mrs. Wellesley, we need to aask...
- Who are you?
Blake, that's not Olivia.
Yes, mother.
This is a police Detective,
- Investigating...
- Oh, yes. My ring was stolen.
- It was very expensive.
- Yes, ma'am.
Uh, but before we can deal with that,
we need to ask you a few questions
about Olivia DeBiasse.
(chuckles) Olivia...
came to me looking for a father,
so I gave her Winston.
A child would go a long way
to butch up his image.
But she was my daughter, mother.
(chuckles) You were too special.
You're going to be a Senator,
maybe even President someday.
Mrs. Wellesley, what happened to Olivia
the night of her murder?
Ooh! So many questions about...
I don't care for questions.
Olivia questioned me.
Ugh! The gall of that girl.
Mr. Wellesley, your mother is ill.
She can't handle the stress...
Oh, shut it, Frank.
I can handle anything.
It's dangerous for her
to get this riled up.
I'm getting her medication from the car.
(chuckles) What does
any of this have to do
with my stolen ring?
Mother... did you go to
Olivia's apartment that night?
She crossed me, had to be stopped.
What did you do, mother?
Mrs. Wellesley...
did you kill Olivia DeBiasse?
Kill her?
Why would I kill her?
N- no.
I... said "take care of it,"
and it was taken care of.
And who did you ask to take care of it?
Well, well, well,
if it isn't Frank Davis.
- Sorry, pal. Got the wrong guy.
- I don't think so, pal.
I just spent the better part of a day
sweating a guard named Patterson,
who works at the prison where
Brady Thompson was killed.
I don't know any Brady Thompson
and I don't know any Patterson.
That's funny, 'cause he knows you.
Said that you paid him to monitor
Brady Thompson's calls about a package.
No. No, no, no.
Said that you paid him to have a lifer
put a shiv in Brady Thompson's back.
Now you tell me how I got
the wrong guy. Cuffs.
So Frank was the family hit man?
More like the family fixer.
He cleaned up all types of dirt
for Senator Wellesley back in the day.
He knows where
all the bodies are buried.
And which ones needed to be dug up.
And then after he got rid of Olivia
on Mrs. Wellesley's orders,
he called around
to all his low-life connections
until he found someone
desperate enough to cut a deal.
Then why, after ten years,
would he suddenly stop paying
Brady to do his jail time?
When Mrs. Wellesley lost her faculties,
Blake was granted power of attorney.
Frank couldn't get the money
to make the payments anymore.
So he stopped, figuring Brady
would just disappear?
And when he found out Brady had evidence
to prove his innocence, Frank panicked.
He stole Mrs. Wellesley's ring
and hocked it to finance
his plan to shut Brady up permanently.
By the way, took a look
at the precinct's numbers.
Three closed cases
puts us just over
the mandated case closure rate,
right in time for the review tomorrow.
You know what's even better than that?
After ten years,
I can call Olivia's aunt
and tell her that we really
got the guy, finally.
And you get to give
the messenger's sister
- some closure, too.
- Mm-hmm.
Though I don't suppose having
answers makes it any easier.
It does... in time.
(Alexis) I can't believe
how many lives were ruined
over one woman's need
to protect her family's reputation.
You will never have this problem.
Between Grams and myself,
our family reputation's
already in ruins.
- Mm, lucky me.
- Yeah.
What's gonna happen to Brady's son?
Well, there's a silver lining there.
When Blake Wellesley found out why
- Brady sold his freedom...
- Mm-hmm.
He pledged $20 million to
a local kids' charity... Mm.
- Who agreed to handle Brady's son's care.
- Oh, that's so sweet.
And wow.
(Alexis chuckles)
Lookin' good, Grams.
Hot date?
Dining and dancing with Chet Palaburn.
What if he turns out to be
bloated and ugly?
Oh, how superficial do you think I am?
Intensely. Mother, what is going on?
Present-day Martha is going on.
I've had filthy, stinking rich.
I've had broke, dirt-poor.
And you know what I want now?
Fun.
Just fun.
And if you aren't what Chet's expecting?
Oh, please, darling.
Look at me.
Come on. It doesn't get
any better than that. (laughs)
Don't wait up for me, kids.
Mama's on the prowl.
(Salme Dahlstrom's
"C'mon Y'all" playing)
Oh, that poor bastard. (sighs)
Is insanity inherited?
♪ Ooh la la la la, C'mon y'all ♪
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