Castle (2009–2016): Season 3, Episode 19 - Law & Murder - full transcript

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
the evidence tells us,

well beyond a reasonable doubt,
that Otis Williams is guilty.

Now, he shot and killed Lyla Addison.
And for what?

For her car.

Her car. But that was not the end
of Mr. Williams' savagery.

He tossed her body into a trunk
and went on a joyride!

Now, the defense can make up
any stories they want,

but those stories
do not negate the facts.

And the facts are, that Mr. Williams
was caught in the victim's car,

his fingerprints were all over it
and her blood was on his clothes.

"The true administration of justice

"is the firmest foundation
of good government. "

Now, this should be a challenge
to each and every one of you.

You are the 12 people in this world

that can bring justice
to Lyla Addison.

Help me. Help me.

Help me.

Order!

Order!

Call the paramedics.

Are you trying to kill me?
What's in this?

Everything you need for a healthier
and longer life.

What is the sense of living longer
if you have to drink that?

Ah! That's the stuff.

Good morning.

Good morning, darling.
- Hey.

Hey, why aren't you in school?

It's faculty development day.

Perfect. Because do you know
what's playing at the Angelika?

Forbidden Planet. Leslie Nielsen
long before his comic glory.

Remember how much you used
to love this? Want to go with me?

Sorry, I can't. I made plans
to spend the day in the Village.

Delicious. Bye, Grams.

- Bye, Dad.
- Bye.

Mother, did you see that?
Alexis lied.

She did not.
She loves my breakfast smoothies.

No, no, not about that.

About where she's going today.
Her nose crinkled. That's her tell.

What about you?
You want to go to the movies?

No can do, kiddo. Gotta meet
with my contractor at the studio.

Well, then, it looks like
I'm going by myself.

Or maybe not at all.

For Richard Castle, press one.

- Hey!
- Hey.

Why were there news vans out front?

Because of who our victim is,
Joe McUsic.

Who?

Juror number seven
in the Lyla Addison case.

The Addison case?
Seriously? What happened?

He dropped dead
during the closing argument.

Lanie thinks that he was poisoned.

Heir to the Addison fortune
is murdered

and, during the trial,
a juror is murdered as well.

This has all the makings
of a John Grisham novel.

What are you doing?

I'm texting my poker group,
calling dibs on this story.

It was poison, all right.

Pink lividity,
the smell of bitter almonds.

Test strip came back positive
for cyanide.

Cyanide? That is fantastic!

Unless you're the juror.

There were no puncture marks
on the body, so it was ingested.

That's an odd way to kill.

Not for Nazis or evil dictators.

How did he ingest it?

Brownish stains in his mouth
indicate he recently had coffee.

Maybe it was in there.

After he consumed the poison,
how long before he died?

No more than 15 minutes.

According to the court clerk,

Mr. McUsic arrived this morning
at 8:37

and died at approximately 9:13.

Fifteen minutes. That means that
he was poisoned at the courthouse.

Mmm-hmm. And who benefits
from a dead juror?

The defendant.

Then we agree.

The defendant, Otis Williams.

This guy's a real dirt bag's
dirt bag.

Grand theft auto, aggravated assault,
attempted murder.

Dirt bag trifecta.

Which means, if convicted,
he'd go away for a long time.

Life without parole.

I bet the DA would ask for the needle
if New York still had the death penalty.

They caught him in a stolen car
with Lyla Addison's body in the trunk.

They've got his fingerprints,
traces of the victim's blood.

This guy is way past guilty.

So, this is jury intimidation
at its finest.

You kill a juror,
you not only guarantee a mistrial,

but it also serves as a warning
for any future jurors on a retrial.

Who wants to serve on a jury
if there's a chance of being killed?

But we know Otis didn't do it.

He's been incarcerated
since his arrest.

He might have had
an accomplice.

Whoever poisoned Joe McUsic

somehow did it in this building
15 minutes before he died.

I'll get with security,

pull the surveillance footage from
all the corridors and common rooms.

I'll talk to the jurors.
Someone might have seen something.

All right.

Why don't we see what Mr. Otis
Williams has to say for himself.

Counselor.

Detective Beckett,
I'd like to speak with your client.

Detective, anything we have to say
about Lyla Addison,

we've said during the trial.

I'm not here about Ms. Addison.
I'm here about Juror number seven.

Okay. What about him?

He was murdered.

Murdered?

I thought he died of a seizure,
or some other natural cause.

There's nothing natural
about cyanide poisoning.

Okay, look. My client doesn't know
anything about that,

and there's no way
I'm letting him talk to you.

Now if you'll excuse us,
we're due in court. Let's go.

In light of the
shocking circumstances

of Juror number seven's death,

it is my belief
that this particular jury

is no longer capable
of reaching a fair verdict.

Therefore, I have no choice
but to declare a mistrial.

Your Honor,
the people intend to refile charges.

Noted. Until then,
Mr. Williams will be remanded.

This hearing is adjourned.

You call this justice, Your Honor?
After what he did to my daughter!

You monster!

Dad! Dad, no.

Let's go home.

Looks like Otis' plan is working.

Yeah, for now.

Ryan, you find anything yet?

Not yet. The building
has a lot of cameras.

Even though
we have a very narrow time frame,

it's gonna take a couple of hours
to get through all of it.

Maybe we're wrong
about the defendant.

Maybe we should be
looking at a juror.

What do you mean?

Tony Muller, Juror number four.

He's been missing since the murder.

He was a no-show
for one of our interviews,

he's not answering his cell,

and neighbors saw him leave
his apartment with an overnight bag.

All right, keep an eye out for him
on the video.

I already got an APB out.

- You do?
- Mmm-hmm.

Good.

Beckett,

the brother of
your dead juror's here.

I thought courtrooms
are supposed to be safe.

I'm so sorry, Mr. McUsic.

We're doing everything we can
to figure it out.

I mean, who would want to hurt Joe?

Well, you know, it might not
have to do with your brother.

It might have to do with the jury
that he served on.

Did you know that he was assigned
the Addison trial?

No.

No, I just knew he had jury duty.

Can you think of any reasons why
your brother might have been biased

either toward
or against the defendant?

When he was a kid, my brother
had a few scrapes with the law,

but he cleaned his life up.

He believed in second chances.

That's why he ran the halfway house.

What he didn't believe in
were third, fourth, fifth chances.

He'd been out there long enough

to know that some folks
can't be rehabilitated.

Do you know if your brother had
any problems with anyone at work?

I mean, given the kinds of people
that he dealt with?

No. Joe had a way with folks.

He'd look out for people.

You think Joe was chosen at random?

Or do you think he was killed
because of his background?

Well, since this isn't,
in fact, a Grisham novel,

I thought I'd keep an open mind.

Hey, Ryan, can you look into
Joe McUsic's halfway house?

See if he had problems
with anyone there.

I already spoke with the staff.
They don't remember any conflicts,

but they're sending over
a list of residents in case.

Yo! Our missing juror?

Troopers picked him up
crossing the GW Bridge.

They're bringing him in now.

You were leaving town in a hurry,
Mr. Muller. Any reason why?

Isn't it obvious?
I'm marked for death, man.

Marked for death?

I didn't ask for jury duty,
I was summoned.

It said show up at this time,
at this place.

It failed to mention that the defendant's
homeboy was gonna kill me.

The defendant's homeboy?

Yeah. This big scary black guy.

Exactly what happened, Mr. Muller?

Yesterday this guy follows me
into the courthouse bathroom

and starts chatting me up
about the trial.

Did he give you his name?

No, no, but he was going on and on
about how Otis Williams is innocent.

And how he's being railroaded
by the system.

And then this morning,
I see the same guy

on the defendant's side
of the gallery,

in the front row, eyeballing me.

Have you ever seen him with Joe?

Yes! Which is why when I saw
Joe bite it, right in front of me,

I knew I was next.

And why should I die?

I was only trying to fulfill
my civic responsibilities.

Thank you for coming in, Mr. Muller.

Now, do you think you'll be able
to describe him to our sketch artist?

He's a big scary black guy.

It might help it if you're just
a little more specific.

Okay.

Look, like I said, he's...
He's a big scary black guy

named Wardell Williams,

the defendant's cousin.

I didn't... I thought
you didn't know who he was.

I didn't. But there he is.

Are you sure?

- Yeah.
- Why?

While you guys were in the box
with Mr. Muller,

I found this on
courthouse surveillance.

See, that's Joe the juror
at the coffee machine

roughly 14 minutes before his death,
right in our kill zone.

Cousin Wardell.

And watch this.

Looks like he makes
a killer cup of joe.

Too soon.

Are y'all trying to accuse me
of murder

with this half-assed version
of a Zapruder film?

You and Otis
were more than just cousins.

Grew up in the same household,
more like brothers.

Yeah, me and O tight, so what?

So, it makes sense
you'd do anything for him.

Including kill a juror
on his murder trial.

Man, y'all are reaching.

Are we?

You talked to jurors.
That's jury tampering.

So, accusing one black man
of a murder he ain't commit

isn't good enough for you?

Ya'll trying for the daily double?

And I talked to a gang of folks
in that courthouse.

How am I supposed to know
which one of them is a juror?

Well, the juror badges on their
shirts might have been a hint.

Using video surveillance footage,

CSU managed to pull Joe's coffee cup
out of the garbage.

They're testing it for cyanide.

Why don't you just come clean,
while we still got a deal to make?

Man, I told you, I ain't do nothing!

Wardell, sit down!
Before I make you sit down.

So obviously you must be the bad cop.
Guess that makes you the good cop.

Actually, I'm not a cop.

You're not a cop?

Mr. Castle is a writer. He consults
with the department on occasion.

Oh.

So that's how you two do it?

You tell the lies
and you print the lies.

Man, y'all are framing me
just like they did my cousin.

Man, this whole damn thing's
a conspiracy.

Wardell, be serious.

You don't think I'm serious?

Then tell me why of all the lawyers
in the city,

the District Attorney
is trying Otis' case?

You don't think
it's 'cause he's running for mayor

and he wants to lock my cousin up

so all his rich, powerful
white friends can feel safe?

Look, you're not doing yourself
any favors right now.

You just got it
all worked out, huh?

You got my cousin O
pulling a Bigger Thomas,

and you got me poisoning this man
to get him off.

Looks that way.

Well, looks don't make it so.

Looks like I'm poisoning
this man's coffee.

When really,
all I did was hand it to him.

- Hey, Esposito.
- Mmm?

Can you get a warrant
for Wardell's place,

see if there's any traces of cyanide?

You got it.

And as they say in legalese,
asked and answered.

It's too bad. I was hoping there'd be
a little more to the story than that.

Hmm.

"Hmm," what?

Alexis said she'd be
in the Village today,

but she's over in Williamsburg.

How do you know
she's in Williamsburg?

GPS tracked her phone.

You tracked her phone?

Yeah. Super cool app
I just downloaded.

I can see where she is at any time.

Does she know that you're doing this?

What, are you kidding?
No, she'd kill me.

And be justified!

I'm her father.

If something's going on,
I need to know.

A lot of parents will go through
their kids' drawers or computers.

Far less intrusive.

Beckett.

Joe's cyanide-laced coffee cup.

CSU found both Joe and Wardell's
prints on it.

But there was something
very important missing...

Cyanide.

- Really?
- Really?

Really.

Well, how was he poisoned?

During the autopsy,

I discovered cyanide residue in
a prescription time-release capsule.

So Joe had a prescription
for cyanide?

No. He had a prescription
for corticosteroids.

According to his physician,

he took one every morning
for symptoms from lupus.

It looks like the killer switched out
the contents of Joe's capsule

and replaced it with the cyanide.

Okay, so then when
Joe was taking his medications,

he unknowingly poisoned himself.

But here's the rub,

since the cyanide was
in a time-release capsule

designed not to dissolve
in stomach acids

but in the intestines...

Our timeline is all screwed up.

Yep. Turns out Joe was poisoned
almost one hour before his death

at 8:13 this morning.

That's before he even got
to the courthouse.

Which means the killer probably
wasn't there either.

So then Joe's death might not have
anything to do with the trial.

Well, we learned
three very important things.

Firstly, our killer is diabolical.

You let someone unwittingly
kill themselves, pure evil.

Second, our killer knew Joe,
or at least knew his habits.

Third, our killer was a woman.

- Hmm?
- Statistically speaking,

poisonings are almost always
carried out by the fairer sex.

But you are missing
one very important detail, Castle.

Enlighten me.

Our killer had access
to Joe's medications.

Medications that
he did not keep on him.

So, therefore,
our killer had access to...

His apartment.

Bingo.

NYPD!

You know, the murder of Joe the juror
is a real tragedy.

Isn't every murder a tragedy?

Yes, every murder is a tragedy,
but Joe's is special.

He was a juvenile delinquent
who reformed himself.

A born-again citizen
who believed in the system

and helped out ex-cons.

And what did he get for his trouble?

- A pill full of poison.
- Mmm-hmm.

"Cowards die many times
before their death.

"The valiant never taste of death
but once. "

Bro, you're not Castle.

Yeah, I know I'm not Castle.

Then stop trying to talk like him.

What? I'm not allowed
to reference the Bard?

I'm a renaissance man.

Memorizing one quote
does not make you a renaissance man.

What if I memorized two?

Have you memorized two?

No. But what if I did?

Depends on the quote.

Now who the hell are you?

Hank Ponzell, former resident
of Joe McUsic's halfway house.

Until you were kicked out
when Joe denied your extension.

That had to make you mad,
huh, Hank?

You don't understand.

No, no, I think we do.

Joe kicked you to the curb
and you poisoned him.

Lab report shows that every one
of these capsules

tested positive for cyanide.

If I'd poisoned him, why would
I still be in his apartment?

To take the rest of the poisoned
pills away, so we couldn't find them.

So you could hide your tracks...

I was out of the apartment all day.
Anyone could've gotten in there.

And I would never hurt Joe.

He was my friend.

- Friends like him, huh?
- Right.

I didn't poison him!

Joe was letting me stay there. Okay?

I maxed out my time at the halfway
house and didn't have a place to go.

Joe broke the rules
and let me crash with him.

Then why were you playing
hide-and-go-seek in his closet?

I'm a felon on parole.

I hear cops,
and my ex-con instincts kick in.

Okay. If you were there
on the up and up,

tell us,
was Joe in any kind of trouble?

Look, buddy, I don't think you
appreciate the situation you're in.

You are on parole

and you're up to your neck
in a homicide investigation.

Now you better start talking or we're
gonna have you back in Sing Sing

before the evening roll call.

All right, Joe had me run errands
for him, okay?

Pick up laundry, go to the bodega,
stuff like that.

A few weeks ago,
he gave me an envelope

and told me to take it to this lady.

What was in the envelope?

Cash. Like two grand.

But I don't know what it was for.
I swear.

Joe always talked about
how he got out of the criminal life,

but maybe he still had a foot in.

Who was this lady that
you delivered the envelope to?

Ms. Jenkins?

Yes?

Do you live at 3751 West End Ave?

Yes.

We need to chat.

I did it. I did it. I did it.

You killed him?

Oh, my God, no! Of course not.
Why would you think that?

Because you just said, "I did it. "

No, no, not murder. No, God!

I did something else.
Something awful.

Ms. Jenkins, you're the court clerk.

Why did Joe McUsic give you
that much money?

He paid me to put him on that jury.

Joe McUsic came to me and said
he wanted to serve his jury duty.

I didn't see the harm.

Sure. I mean, especially
if you're gonna make a profit.

My roommate moved out two months
ago, I needed the extra cash for rent.

And I figured who's gonna know?
I mean, it's just jury duty.

Please, please,
don't send me to prison.

All day long, I see the women who
get sent there, and I can't hack it.

I'll be some lifer's bitch
before breakfast.

Okay, Joe specifically asked
to be on Otis Williams' trial?

Yes, he was insistent
about getting on that jury pool.

Did he tell you why?

No. But it was the Lyla Addison case.

So I figured maybe he wanted to write
a tell-all book about it or something.

I swear, all I did
was put him in the pool.

He got through jury selection
on his own.

Ryan and Esposito
looked at Joe's computer.

There's no evidence
that he was writing a book,

or even taking notes on the trial.

So a murdered juror just bought
himself onto the jury,

and we still have no idea why.

Murder, mystery, wrapped up
inside a courtroom thriller.

I can't believe John Grisham
hasn't written this book.

Wish he had.

Maybe then we'd know what was
so special about that trial to Joe.

Well, maybe Joe had
a personal connection to the trial.

To the victim, Lyla Addison,
or to the defendant, Otis Williams.

- Doesn't Joe have a juvie record?
- Mmm-hmm.

What if he knew Otis
from back in the day?

They could've gotten arrested
together,

or maybe spent some time
in the same juvenile hall.

That's a good idea.
I'll look into it.

Meanwhile, I'll have Lyla Addison's
case file sent over from the 74,

and you should check in with the family.
Could be a connection there.

- Okay. Good night, Castle.
- Night.

Hey, Dad. Writing?

Yeah.

How was your day? Did you
have a good time in the Village?

Yeah.

Go anywhere else?

No. Just stayed in the Village.

Really?

I mean, New York is a big city.
Lots of boroughs.

Yeah, but I just stayed in Manhattan.

So, you didn't go to

Brooklyn?

Williamsburg is beautiful
this time of year.

How did you know?

A friend of mine told me.
He went there. He saw you.

- What friend?
- Close friend.

J.J. Adams.

Nose twitch. That's your tell.
You're lying!

No, I'm not.

Then who's J.J. Adams?

He's a friend of mine.

Wait.

J.J. Adams was Leslie Nielsen's
character name in Forbidden Planet.

You're totally lying!

How did you know where I was?
Are you having me followed?

Monitoring my MetroCard?
Checking my credit...

My phone.

Dad, tell me
you're not tracking my phone.

Okay, look.
This is not about what I did.

It's about what you did.
You lied to me.

Says the man who violated
his daughter's civil rights.

Technically, I would have
to be the government to violate...

You're tracking my every move!

Not your every move!

Welcome to George Orwell's 1984,
with my father as Big Brother.

- This isn't about...
- What's next?

A chip in my brain!

Whatever it takes
when you're keeping secrets from me!

You know what? If you're
so interested in what I'm doing,

why don't you ask your phone?
I'm sure there's an app for that!

You had it coming, Castle.

I mean, you have the best kid
in the world

and you treated her like
a common criminal.

Maybe she is, though.

I still don't know why she lied
about going to Williamsburg.

And you probably never will.

Unless you plan
on water boarding her.

Honestly, is what I did so wrong?

I don't really think
that it matters to Alexis.

I mean, you broke her trust.

Yeah, I know.

So what do I do now?

Win it back.

Come on, Lyla's family's waiting.

No, I've never seen him
outside the jury box.

I don't think any of us have.

Well, a juror bribing his way
onto a trial.

I've never, in my 25 years as
a prosecutor, seen anything like it.

Mr. Addison, is it at all possible
that your daughter knew this man?

No.

Stephen?

I know most of my sister's friends.

He's not one of them.

And if he was,
why would he have done this?

Why would he put my sister's
shot at justice in jeopardy?

Roy, I don't think
I need to tell you

how catastrophic this could be
to the city's legal system.

Now, I need
Joe McUsic's murder solved.

How bad are things, Lou?

It's pretty bad.

Just this morning, at voir dire,
I had potential jurors

expressing fears
for their own personal safety.

Now, the people of New York
need to be assured

that they are protected.

Keep me in the loop.

All the years I've been in command
of the 12th precinct,

you know how many times
the District Attorney has shown up?

Once.

Today.

You heard the man, let's get to work.

Yes, sir.

There is no Joe connection
to Lyla Addison.

There's nothing in her financials,

her murder file, her e-mails,
her texts, not even her yearbook.

Joe and Lyla
have absolutely nothing in common.

It's like the two of them
didn't even live on the same planet.

Same goes with Joe and Otis.

There's no Joe connection
in the juvie files?

No, not even close.

Joe and Otis were sent to different
juvie halls at different times.

And they ran
in opposite neighborhoods.

So, then why the hell did he want to
get on that jury so bad?

Wait a minute,
I think I got something.

You have a connection?

According to his credit card,
Joe purchased

a pay-as-you-go cell phone
from an electronics store

a couple months back.

- So?
- So, he already had a cell phone.

What's he need a burner phone for?

Especially, an anonymous one.

And if he is using it, where is it?

All right, take a crew
to his apartment.

See what you can find.

That might be the break that we need.

Yeah.

Castle.

Castle, can you stop playing around?

Actually, I'm not playing around.

I'm a little busy
blowing this case wide open.

This is a photograph
of the lookie-loos

at Lyla's crime scene.

This is a little magnification app.

Recognize anyone?

It's Joe!

He was at Lyla Addison's crime scene.

Why would he be there?

Only three reasons for a civilian
to be at a murder scene.

One, they're dead. Two,

they just happened to be
in the immediate area, or three,

it's our killer
and he couldn't resist the compulsion

to return to the scene of the crime.

And which number do you think Joe is?

I'm gonna go with three.

He's our victim, and our killer!

Nice.

Sorry.

Joe McUsic, victim and killer.

This is the best twist yet.

Joe served on the jury
of a murder he committed.

Yeah. But if Joe literally got away
with murder, why would he risk it all

and bribe his way onto the jury?

Maybe he felt compelled
to save an innocent man.

Maybe he wanted to create reasonable
doubt in the deliberation room

to get Otis off.

Just like Henry Fonda
in 1 2 Angry Men.

Or maybe he got onto the jury
because he wanted to make sure

that an innocent Otis got convicted
of his crime.

No, I like my killer-with-
a-conscience theory better.

Yeah, well, like your theory
all you want,

mine is less convoluted
and contrived.

Hate to burst bubbles,
but you're both wrong.

Joe didn't kill Lyla.

He had an alibi.

I did background
on the halfway house.

On the night Lyla was killed,
Joe was at a fundraiser.

He was there until midnight.

And Lyla was killed
between 9:30 and 11:30 p. m.

So, if he didn't kill her, why did
he want to be on the jury so bad?

And why was he at the crime scene?

Okay, so we know that Joe was a juror
with a hidden agenda.

He was embroiled
in a high-profile case

being tried by the DA himself.

But before he could accomplish
what he set out to do,

he was struck down
by powerful, shadowy forces.

What?

There's gotta be something
that we're missing.

There has to be a tangible connection
between Joe and our defendant,

or Joe and our victim.

Or between Joe
and somebody else entirely.

I found the phone.

It was hiding behind some books
in the bookcase.

Joe made 14 calls with it,
all to the same number.

District Attorney
Lou Karnacki's office.

Looks like the DA was out of order.

Mrs. Craig...

Please, call me Dawn.

Dawn, you are District Attorney's
administrative assistant?

Yes, ever since he came into office.

Do you remember ever receiving
any phone calls from a Joe McUsic?

Oh, uh...

We get hundreds of calls every day.

That name doesn't sound familiar.

We have reason to believe
he called numerous times.

He may have said it was regarding
the Otis Williams case.

Oh. Yeah, I did get a series
of bizarre, anonymous calls

from a man claiming that
Otis Williams was innocent.

That would be Joe.
Did he ever speak to the DA?

No, I never put him through.
I figured he was a wacko.

We get a lot of these calls
and half my job

is to filter out the legitimate calls
from the crackpots.

Did he ever mention anything else?

Yeah, he said he had evidence
that would exonerate Otis Williams

and how he was gonna mail it
to the District Attorney's office.

Did you ever get that package?

Not that I know of.

Dawn, most of these phone calls
are under two minutes long,

but then there is this one
at 10:14 p. m.,

it's over 10 minutes long.

Is there any chance
that you took that phone call?

No. I never stay past 7:00.

How late does the DA work?

This conversation is over.

This is the way
you keep me in the loop, Roy?

It's a fast-moving case, Lou.

My team just followed the evidence
where it led them.

Don't give me that,
we've known each other too long.

Mr. Karnacki, Joe McUsic made
several phone calls to your office.

One of them lasted over 10 minutes.

Did you speak to him, sir?

- The dead juror?
- Yes.

No. Of course not.

Did he send you any evidence

that was relevant
to the Otis Williams case?

Excuse me,
I don't think we've been introduced.

I'm the guy that can get you
banned from this precinct.

And I can have you transferred
to the harbor unit.

Lou, you said you wanted this murder
squared away. That's all we're doing.

No, what you're doing is
sneaking around behind my back.

Now, the next time
you want an interview,

you call.

And don't you ever, ever

drag one of my staff down here
without my knowledge again.

You called in the DA's personal
assistant without informing him?

Sir, I'm sorry. I was...

It was a smart move.

Don't you see what just happened?

He could have called and asked
why his assistant was here.

But he came in person.

He wanted to stop the interview.

He's hiding something.

Wardell Williams was right,
it's a conspiracy.

I agree.

I know, weird.

Yeah, weird but good,

because that's just
the tip of the iceberg.

Are you ready for the Titanic?

Yes.

Good. I did a little digging
on the Internet.

Guess who the DA's largest
campaign contributors were

on his last election?

Who?

Randolph and Andrea Addison,
Lyla's parents.

Here's what I'm thinking,

devastated parents demand justice.

Insist that the DA
try the case personally.

Maybe even suggest to Karnacki

that he needs to put
Lyla's killer away,

in order to
secure their political support.

Of course, and Karnacki agreed,
because it was gonna be an easy case.

I mean,
they already had Otis Williams.

It was open and shut.

Until Joe starts calling,
insisting that Otis is innocent.

Which is bad for Karnacki.

Actually, in the end, bad for Joe.

No, but it still doesn't explain
why Joe bought into the jury pool.

Or why he thought
that Otis Williams was innocent.

I mean, if he had
exonerating evidence, where is it?

We've looked everywhere.
We've talked to everyone.

Not everyone.

As I said before, we're not here
to discuss the Lyla Addison case.

Neither are we. We're here
to talk about Joe McUsic's murder.

Juror number seven.

You're not still suggesting that my client
had something to do with that?

We are open to the idea

that Mr. Williams may not be guilty
of either murder.

Look, we think that you might be
able to help yourself

by helping us find the real killer.

This is Joe McUsic.

Had you ever seen him
before the trial?

He claimed to have evidence
proving your innocence.

Do you have any idea
what that evidence might be?

How am I supposed to know?

He bought his way
onto the jury

in order to get you acquitted,
and then he got murdered for it.

Well, look, I'm sorry he's dead.

I appreciate my man
putting himself out like that for me,

but I don't know how to help y'all.

Mr. Williams, if you didn't kill Lyla,
then we need to figure out who did.

You were first on the scene.

Any detail you can remember,
no matter how obscure, might help us.

A'ight. It was late.

Just got off my job, you know.
Walking home,

when I saw that sweet 760i
just sitting there.

Keys in the ignition.

I knew I should have passed it by,
but I always wanted to drive a 760.

So I jumped in.

I'm sorry, we need details.

So, did you see anyone?

No.

Was there anything around the car?

Anything that might suggest
someone else had been there?

Cigarette butts, chewing gum.

Shoe prints, heel prints.

Nah, nothing like that.

Okay. What happened next?

I slid in the ride, pulled the seat up,
hit the ignition...

Wait, wait. Did you say
that you pulled the seat up?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.
That bad boy was all the way back.

So I hit the button on the side
to move it up.

Lyla was all of five foot nothing.

There's no reason for that seat
to have been all the way back.

Somebody else was driving that car,
most likely our killer.

And our killer would have to press
the seat back button

in order to move it.
Did CSU check for prints?

The steering wheel and the dash.

The only prints they found
were my client's,

so when they caught him
behind the wheel,

I don't think
they put much effort into it.

Lyla's car is still at the impound
pending the trial.

We can still have CSU
print the seat controls.

A seat back button.

What a great detail
for a murder mystery.

Only if we get a print.

Yes, otherwise we'll just be looking
for tall people.

Yeah.

Dad?

Hey.

Everything all right?

I'm sorry for yelling at you last...

No, no. I...

I violated your trust.
I shouldn't have spied on you.

It was wrong.

And I want you to see this.

I am deleting that app
now and forever.

Okay?

Gone.

So, I'm sorry.

Forgive me?

But will you forgive me?

Of course.

So, tell me,
what happened in Williamsburg?

Two days ago, a bunch of us
went to Keena's of Brooklyn.

It's a boutique.

And my friends thought it'd be cool
if we all took a couple of things.

You shop...

You were shoplifting?

No. I couldn't, but my friends did,
and they said I was chicken.

So you went back to finish the job
to impress your friends.

No, I went back to pay
for what they stole.

I couldn't just let someone
get cheated like that.

I took money out of my savings
and went back to the store.

When I got there,
I put cash on the counter with a note

and ran out as fast as I could.

I don't know
whether to be angry or proud.

What friends were you with?

It doesn't matter.

Well, of course it matters.

Who I was with is off the table.

I'm not gonna narc on them.

Again, angry and proud.

One question, though.

If you didn't take anything,
why did you feel responsible?

Because they're my friends.

I guess somebody had to.

It was the right thing to do.

Don't you think
they should be the ones paying?

Dad.

Why are you even friends
with these girls in the first place?

It's not that simple.

No, you're right.

It never is, is it?

I'm sorry.

No, Detective Beckett, stay.
I was just leaving.

It won't happen again, Dad.

Promise.

You okay?

Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.

Tell me about it.

Is that the CSU report?

Two sets of prints
on the seat controls.

Otis' are on the seat up button.

And on the seat back?

Take a look for yourself.

You gotta be kidding me!

This is the fingerprint
that we pulled off

of Lyla Addison's car seat controls,

and this is your fingerprint
that we have on file.

They are a match.

- There must be some mistake.
- There is no mistake.

You were in Lyla Addison's car
the night that she was killed.

I didn't even know Lyla.

Yeah, you did.

We showed your picture around.

You're a bartender
at the Kiwi Seven Lounge.

They pay you under the table cash.

Lyla was a silent partner.

You still wanna go with the story
that you don't know her?

I think that you killed her and then
you dumped her body in her trunk.

What you didn't count on

was the guilt.

You had to get it off your chest,
so you told Joe.

But your brother,
he was an honorable man.

He wasn't gonna rat you out,

but he wasn't gonna let
an innocent man go to jail for life.

So he called the DA.

When that didn't work,
he got on the jury, but you...

You found out.

And you realized you wouldn't be safe
as long as he was alive.

And then you slipped
into his apartment

and you dosed his meds with cyanide.

Dosed his meds?

Making you the worst brother
since Cain.

That isn't what happened.

Then what happened?

Okay.

Wait. Wait.

Wait!

I was there, but I didn't kill her.

And I didn't kill my brother.

But it doesn't really matter
what I say,

you won't believe me anyway.

Well, considering your other choice
is murder one, I would roll the dice.

Stephen killed Lyla.

Stephen Addison, her brother.

And we had talked about
Joe's condition.

Stephen must've seen Joe
on that jury and killed him, too.

Stephen and Lyla were a pair
of rich, spoiled, coke fiends

who needed to make a drug run,
so they had me drive.

Stephen screwing around
with this gun.

This little trust fund gangster
thinks he's so badass

till we hit a pothole, and bang!

The gun went off and hit Lyla.

She died instantly.

I freaked.

But Stephen threatened to point
the finger at me if I told the truth.

I'm so scared. I'm...

I'm just a nobody.

He's got million-dollar lawyers!

We put her body in the trunk.

And you dumped the car?

Stephen said
if we left it in the ghetto,

the cops would think
it was a carjacking gone wrong.

And then what happened?

We tossed the bloody clothes

in a dumpster.

And I went to see Joe
at his fundraiser,

and I told him what happened.

He said we couldn't leave Lyla
in a trunk like that.

But by the time Joe got there,

the cops had already
pulled over that black guy.

So Joe went to that dumpster

and got Stephen's bloody clothes
as insurance.

That must be what Joe sent to the DA.

It's all my fault.

My brother's dead
and it's all my fault.

We can place Stephen
at Lyla's bar that night.

But without physical evidence,
all we have is Eddie's word.

What do you think we should do, sir?

I'm sorry, Detective.

It looks like
there's nothing you can do.

What are you saying?
We just let him get away with it?

Did I say that?

Sir, where are you going?

To see an old friend.

Hey. How'd you get in here?

Used my key to the city.

You want a drink?

I just got my hands on this brilliant

bottle of 1875 Saint Miriam.

I need that package, Lou.

The one Joe McUsic sent you.

I know you didn't get rid of it.
It's not your style,

not the Louis Karnacki I know.

A word of advice, Roy. Just...

Let this one pass you by.

Did you know Lyla Addison
was murdered by her brother?

First rule of being a lawyer

is never ask a question
you don't want an answer to.

I guess it's good I'm not a lawyer.

Yeah, well, that's the problem
with you cops.

You live on the corner
of black and white.

But over here, on this side
of the street, it's just gray.

You just put an innocent man up
for murder. What's gray about that?

Come on! You're gonna sing
Kumbaya for Otis Williams?

Otis Williams, what,

theft, aggravated assault,
attempted murder.

That's just the stuff we got him on.

But he didn't kill Lyla, Lou.
He didn't kill her.

It's for the greater good, Roy.

What?

Your run for the mayor's office?

Think of what I can do for this city
when I'm elected.

Now, it takes money to get there.

And the Addisons are keeping
the war chest well-stocked.

It's just how it's played.

You know that.

Listen to me. Roy, listen to me.

Roy Montgomery,
Police Commissioner.

Now, when I am elected,
I will appoint you. I promise.

You have my word on that.

Think of what we could do
for this city.

You gotta let this go.

Please.

Give me the package
Joe McUsic sent you,

and I'll put in a good word for you.

Preliminary lab results
indicate that Stephen's clothes

had Lyla's blood on it.

Eddie was telling the truth.

And CSU found traces of cyanide
in Stephen's apartment.

Young Mr. Addison is going down
for both murders,

negligent homicide for his sister
and murder one for Joe McUsic.

What happens to Eddie?

We'll charge him with accessory
after the fact,

but I'll push for probation.

I'll call the DA...

Or whoever the mayor appoints
as acting DA.

Sir, I'm sorry about your friend.

Yeah.

I mean, Lou screwed up.

He did. But that doesn't take away
from the good he's done.

It's unfortunate
that despite all that good,

he's only gonna be remembered
for this one bad thing.

Nice work, you two. Good night.

So, plans with Josh tonight?

No, he's on shift.

I was thinking of sneaking off
to the Angelika.

Forbidden Planet's playing.

Forbidden Planet? Is...
Is that the one with the robot?

You've never seen Forbidden Planet?

More of a Star Wars,
Matrix guy myself.

Oh, my gosh. Castle, this is
the movie that inspired those two.

That's it. I'm taking you. My treat.

Oh, no, no. I have plans.

No, not anymore.

All right, well,
can I have candy and popcorn?

Sure. Castle, you're gonna love this.

This is Leslie Nielsen
before he became a comic genius.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Can we stop at Remy's
for burgers after?

Now you're pushing it.

I'm kidding.

So, it starts off at the beginning
of the 23rd century.

There's Robby and there's Alta,

and Leslie's character
falls in love...