Castle (2009–2016): Season 4, Episode 18 - A Dance with Death - full transcript
During Charles Carson's TV knockout show "A Night of Dance", spoiled-rotten rich girl Odette Morton, who made it to the semi-final, is murdered in her easily accessible lodge. Suspects include a previously knocked-out candidate who is now automatically restored, the presenter and someone he had a secret with. But forensic evidence shows Odette's very true identity was a big secret shared with some people from her past, which includes another murder.
NARRATOR: Welcome
to A Night of Dance,
America's favorite
dance competition
with your host,
Brad Melville!
Hey, hey, hey!
Good evening, America.
It's dance off time,
and the theme is Latin.
As always, tonight's challengers
were handpicked by the judges.
Max, are you looking forward
to watching these two rumba?
I'm looking forward to
Santino redeeming himself
for his samba-inspired solo
dance last week. Pathetic.
It was like a terrible dream
my dog would have
after eating the leftovers
of my Brazilian dinner.
Well, then, you know
our semi-finalists.
Our matchup is,
Santino versus Odette!
Can the arrogant bad boy
best America's sweetheart?
Let's get right to it.
Tonight's elimination dance
between Santino and Odette
will mean the end of
the road for one of them.
One will be eliminated
on Monday's results show.
The other will be guaranteed
a spot in the final two.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Santino and Odette!
(RUMBA MUSIC PLAYING)
Odette?
Are you in there?
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
Guess who I ran into
at the beauty parlor today?
Mother, I'm at a critical juncture in...
Oona Marconi.
Oona Marconi,
the theater critic?
I thought I might
invite her to dinner,
ask her to give a little
mention to my acting school,
put it into
one of her columns.
It would be
invaluable publicity.
Yes, well that would
depend on the mention.
You aren't forgetting her blistering
review of your performance of Maggie
in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,
are you?
That was 1983.
I think I'm over it.
"Martha Rodgers as Maggie the
Cat is more of a helpless kitten,
"mewing and flapping her hands
when she doesn't get her way."
You memorized it?
I couldn't help it.
You walked around the
apartment quoting it for months!
Mother,
I'm just saying,
maybe it's not a good idea
to ask an important favor
of someone who's been so
unkind to you in the past.
The operative word
here is "past."
I think I can
rise above.
Besides, my acting school is more
important to me than some old grudge.
Well, that's very
mature of you, Mother.
Thank you.
"If Tennessee Williams
knew what crimes
"Martha Rodgers had committed
against this audience in his name,
"he would have her
arrested for assault."
(EXHALES)
Rising above.
BECKETT: Come on, Castle,
how mean can this critic be?
I'm just afraid that she's gonna
get her heart broken, you know?
I mean, you know my mother.
On the exterior, she's a tough cookie,
but underneath all that bravado,
gooey center.
Hey, Lanie.
So who's our victim?
Odette Morton. Cause of death
is a single GSW to the heart.
Probably a .9 millimeter.
She died instantly.
Well, the bullet
went right through her.
Well, unless our killer used a silencer,
someone must have
heard the shot.
Not necessarily.
According to the
stage manager,
this area clears out
once taping starts.
Plus, the opening pyrotechnics
could've covered a gunshot.
Well, that's assuming she was
shot just as the show started.
It looks like she was.
Yeah, the makeup girl
finished with Odette at 2:45,
taping starts at 3:00,
and she was discovered at 3:04.
Nineteen minutes.
That's not a very big window.
All right, see if the crew saw anyone
near this room around that time.
You got it.
Hey, Ryan?
Can I get a list
of all the guests that were
invited to tonight's taping,
along with anyone that
checked in at security?
Already on it, but that's
not the only way in here.
There's an exit door
to the alley down the hall.
The crew guys like to prop it open
so they can go out for a smoke.
So either our killer got lucky
and found an unlocked door...
Or this was
an inside job.
LANIE: That gets my vote.
Odette was a lock
to win this thing.
I bet it was one of her
backstabbing rivals that did this.
What? I watch the show.
Odette was my favorite contestant.
She was an heiress,
raised by her rich grandpa.
A party girl,
headed down the wrong path.
Then a brush with death made her
wake up and change her bad-girl ways.
That's a great story.
Except for the ending.
I gotta say,
Dr. Parish,
I never figured you for a
fan of A Night of Dance.
I'm not, exactly.
It's just,
when I was young,
more than anything,
I wanted to be a prima ballerina.
If I wasn't dancing,
I was thinking about dancing.
So what happened?
The girls came along
when I was 13.
Not that many top-heavy
ballerinas out there.
Well, I think
there should be.
Of course you do.
That's not what I meant.
Although...
Does Odette have
any next of kin?
Paul Morton,
her brother.
Okay, great.
Bring him down here.
And talk to the rest
of the contestants.
I wanna see if anyone
is taking this competition
just a little
too seriously.
We understand
that you and Odette
were rehearsing your
dance most of the day.
How did she seem?
On edge. We both were.
I mean, one of us was
about to be eliminated,
which is why I can't believe
she just left rehearsal at 11:00
and took off
for half an hour.
To do what?
She wouldn't say.
But everything was
riding on this dance.
She told me she had
to meet a friend.
She asked me to cover if
anyone was looking for her.
Do you have any idea why
she was being so secretive?
The producers don't like us to
leave the studio on show day.
So it must have
been important.
Well, the NYPD thanks you
for your cooperation.
You, too.
Damn, did you see that?
Mmm-hmm.
She acted like
I didn't even exist.
You don't.
Not since you put that ring on your finger.
Get used to being invisible to single women.
I've never seen her happier
than these past couple months.
I can't believe
that my sister's dead.
We understand she had
some difficulties in the past.
A few years ago,
our grandfather passed away.
And Odette took it hard.
She quit school,
she broke off her
relationship with a nice guy,
started hanging out
with a bad crowd.
What kind of bad crowd?
Partiers and druggies.
She was arrested
several times.
But after the accident,
she left all of that behind.
That was her brush
with death?
There was a train
derailment last year.
Odette was onboard.
She made it out alive,
but it scared the hell out of her.
She turned her
life around.
Six months of dance training
and the next thing that I know,
she's auditioned for A Night
of Dance and been accepted.
She finally found
a direction in life.
She was so close
to realizing her dream.
Was there anyone
in Odette's old life
that could have come back
to cause trouble for her?
Not that I'm aware of.
What about on the show?
Anyone she didn't get along with?
She did mention someone.
Another contestant.
I think she said
his name was Eddie.
Detective Beckett,
they're waiting for you.
Thank you.
Detective Beckett, as co-creator and
executive producer of Night of Dance,
I have instructed my
staff to provide you
with anything and everything you need
to help solve this terrible murder.
Anything.
Absolutely anything.
Thanks. Now Odette
told her brother
that there was someone on the
show that she didn't get along with.
Eddie Gordon.
But he's not here anymore.
Last week Eddie and Odette performed
a Bob Fosse-inspired number
for the elimination
dance off.
We voted and sent Eddie home.
He was upset.
How upset?
Well, you have
to understand.
All the contestants
are cast on this show
to tell their unique,
yet familiar stories.
Odette was the poor,
little, rich girl,
and Eddie was the kid from
the wrong side of the tracks.
We cast Eddie
to bring the drama.
Eddie brought the drama,
and not just for the cameras.
He was furious
when we sent him packing,
and we all got
an earful about it.
(SCOFFS)
And he was so rude.
I had to call security.
Was he threatening?
Let's just say I was relieved
when he was gone.
Ironic, really.
How so?
Well, according
to the rules,
when a contestant
is unable to continue,
the last eliminated dancer
returns to take his or her place.
And that dancer
is Eddie Gordon.
Let me tell you something about
Miss Sweet-and-Innocent Odette.
She threw me under
the bus tonight.
She blew off
rehearsals all week,
then messed up her footwork
and blames it on me.
Where I'm from, we know what
to do with lying bitches like that.
That was Eddie's
exit interview.
Contestants are encouraged
by producers to speak freely.
He certainly
took their advice.
Eddie has got a record
back home in Rochester.
And one of the assistants
at A Night of Dance
says they remember
seeing him in the studio
the afternoon
Odette was murdered.
Okay, so,
Eddie was eliminated,
but he knew that if Odette
was out of the running,
he'd be asked to return
and take her slot.
So he went back
and eliminated Odette.
Permanently.
B and E, robbery. You were pretty
busy up in Rochester, Eddie.
Yeah, but that was
a long time ago.
When I started dancing,
I gave up thug life.
Yeah, well, that didn't stop you
from going off on the judges
when you were
eliminated.
Me going home was the wrong call,
and I said so.
Maybe I said it loud,
but that don't make me no killer.
Now that Odette can't
finish the competition,
the last eliminated contestant
will be asked to return.
And that's you, Eddie.
Like my daddy used to say,
the universe works in mysterious ways.
And maybe you decided to give
the universe just a little shove.
So what were you doing
at the studio on show day?
I went by early
to see my boy, Santino.
Give him support
on his big day.
You got an answer for everything,
don't you, Eddie?
And you know what
else you've got?
You got motive
and opportunity.
Man, I was across town when that
mess happened, meeting my agent.
But last week,
something was going on with Odette.
Something that didn't have
nothing to do with dancing.
What do you mean?
She was out of it.
Missing easy steps.
She'd say she was going
to the ladies' room
then be gone
for half an hour.
What do you think
she was doing?
I know what
she was doing.
I saw her go out
the back door.
Meet some guy
in the alley.
They talk real serious
for a minute,
then she handed him a roll of bills.
Looked like 3 grand, easy.
You get a good enough look at this guy?
You think you can provide us with a sketch?
Yeah, I can do that.
Hey. So Eddie Gordon
spoke the truth.
He was meeting with his
agent when Odette was shot.
So maybe he was also
telling the truth
about the guy he saw
Odette with in the alley.
Well, he gave us a sketch.
Pretty generic, though.
Handsome, Caucasian,
dark hair.
You know, that
missing half hour
when Odette left rehearsal
the day she was shot,
maybe she was
with him.
I'll have uniforms circulate
the sketch around the studio.
See if anybody
recognizes him.
Okay, so if Odette had straightened
up after the train accident,
what was she doing
behind the stage door
secretly giving some guy
a roll of bills?
Could be a drug deal.
Maybe Odette was falling
back into old habits.
Any recent withdrawals
in her bank statement?
Yeah, not for that
amount of money,
but check out these
credit card payments.
For the last
six months,
Odette's credit card spending
was pretty much steady.
And then about a month ago,
it suddenly shot up.
No kidding.
Her cards were maxed out.
Over 100 grand in charges?
What was she spending
all that money on?
BECKETT: Thank you for coming in,
Mr. Lynchberg.
You were Odette's
business manager,
as well as the executor of
her grandfather's estate?
And now I have the unfortunate task
of handling Odette's estate as well.
And who inherits her share
of the family trust?
Per Odette's wishes,
it goes to the Graham Morton Foundation.
It's a charitable
organization.
You know, I noticed
a pretty big spike
in her spending
over the last month.
Do you have any idea
what that was about?
I'm sure you know that
after Odette's grandfather
passed away
three years ago,
she went through
a bad period.
Yeah, her brother filled us in.
Parties, drugs.
Of particular concern to me during
that time was her spending.
Odette would get drunk and
spontaneously buy a car.
Or put a bid down
on a new apartment.
She paid for
a friend's nose job.
Just whatever
struck her fancy.
But then after the train accident last year,
all that stopped.
It was refreshing to those
of us who cared about her.
I was worried that last
month's credit card charges
indicated that she might
have been backsliding.
What was she buying?
Clothing, mostly.
The bulk of the charges
were over two days
at one particular Fifth
Avenue department store.
I'd like to see
the original receipts.
Of course.
This is the weirdest spending
spree I have ever seen.
Odette spent tens of thousands
of dollars on clothes,
but nothing in her size
according to these receipts.
Everything's
in size four.
And I went through
her apartment.
I didn't see 100 grand worth of new clothes.
Maybe she hid them.
Sounds to me like
the old "gas card scam."
What do you mean?
Your parents put you
on a strict allowance,
but they give you a gas card,
so you can fill your car.
Well, you fill your friends' cars,
and they give you cash.
Some of my buddies in boarding
school nearly doubled their allowance.
Uh-huh.
Not me, of course.
Don't tell my mother.
So if Odette needed
cash in a hurry
to, say, maybe pay off
some guy in an alley...
But the monthly stipend
from her family trust
wasn't enough
to cover it.
So she charges the clothes,
sells them to her friends.
Instant cash flow.
Which is still not enough.
The cards max out, the money train stops,
and she can't make payment
to whoever she owes.
She ends up dead.
Yeah, but do you guys think
that Odette actually had
one size-four friend
willing to pay 100 grand
for a bunch of pegged jeans
and a faux rabbit purse?
Did you say "rabbit"?
BECKETT: Jasmine,
we need to talk.
Where did you
get the bag?
A friend gave it to me.
Your friend,
Odette Morton?
We talked to the
salesperson, Jasmine.
She said that you
were with Odette
when she dropped 100 grand
on clothes for you.
Odette was
very generous.
She's also very dead, and I know a
blackmail scheme when I hear one.
CASTLE: Maybe Odette had
something going on in her life
she wanted to keep secret.
You found out about it,
and told her the price for your silence
was a closet
full of fancy duds.
But why would
I kill her?
Maybe she couldn't
give anymore.
You got frustrated,
you killed her.
Maybe she decided
to come forward herself,
accuse you of blackmail,
you killed her.
Jasmine, these are just
off the top of my head.
We can finish off this
conversation in the precinct.
Wait.
Last month, I was
here working late,
and I happened to see Odette
walk by my desk real fast,
like she was upset.
Next thing I know, here comes Brad
Melville, like he's looking for her.
CASTLE: Brad Melville?
The show's host?
Why would the host of A Night of
Dance be looking for a contestant?
Aren't they not
supposed to fraternize?
That's why
I followed him.
Brad and Odette were in
the stairwell having a fight.
About what?
I'm not completely sure.
But when I bluffed Odette that I was
going to tell Max about her and Brad,
she got really nervous.
She offered to buy me some
stuff I wanted if I'd keep quiet,
and I thought that
sounded like a good deal.
But that's it.
I would have never hurt Odette.
You'll have to pardon me if I
don't take you at your word.
Look, if anyone had a reason
to murder Odette it was Brad.
Just listen.
I recorded the two of them.
BRAD: We had a deal!
ODETTE: And I'm willing
to stand by it if you are.
BRAD: I've worked too hard
to get where I am.
If anyone finds out about this, Odette,
I swear I'll kill you.
If Max Renfro found out
that Brad Melville
was in a relationship with one of the
contestants, what would happen?
She'd be thrown off the show,
and he'd be fired.
Motive for murder, anyone?
BRAD: If anyone finds out about
this, Odette, I swear I'll kill you.
That is completely
not what it sounds like.
What it sounds like, Brad,
is you threatening Odette Morton's life
a few weeks before
she was murdered.
But I was trying
to protect her.
Protect her how?
I knew about Odette's troubled past,
the drugs, the DUIs.
But I also believed her when
she said she was clean now,
and that dancing
was all she cared about.
Are you trying to say
that that wasn't true?
What I'm trying to say is,
two months ago,
I walked into makeup
early one morning
and found Odette
shooting up.
Are you sure
about this?
100% positive.
If Max knew she was using, she would
have been eliminated on the spot.
But you never told Max.
Odette promised she would clean up.
I gave her a second chance.
But I also kept
an eye on her.
Then a month ago,
I caught her again.
I told her I was going to Max,
that she was on her own.
And did you?
No, because Odette
threatened me.
She said that if I went to Max
and told him what I'd seen,
then she'd go to him
and tell him that
I was the one that
let her off the first time.
Max would have fired me for
keeping a secret that big from him.
I'd be off the show.
I'd be Brian Dunkleman.
Who's Brian Dunkleman?
Exactly.
So if Odette went down,
she was taking you with her?
RYAN: Brad was right
about her shooting up.
Found these hidden in a false
bottom underneath her jewelry box.
No wonder CSU missed it when
they went through her apartment.
Could be speed.
Yeah, except I just
got off the phone with Lanie,
and she said that preliminary
tox screen results
show that Odette
wasn't using drugs.
At least, none of
the usual ones.
So what the hell
is in this bottle?
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
And so I said
to Sir Laurence,
"Larry, that is the
second best performance
"of Othello
I have ever seen.
"But I'm afraid no one can improve
the Orson Welles's interpretation."
"Larry," I said,
"You've simply been outdone."
Oh.
Wow. What did Olivier
say to that?
He said, "My dear girl,
you have the makings of a theater critic."
And so, here I am.
Yes, indeed, you are!
Oh, by the way,
I don't know if I
told you that recently
I opened my own
acting school.
Martha, how wonderful!
Thank you.
How good of you to share your
years and years of experience
with a new generation.
Yes, we are very proud.
MARTHA:
And I was wondering,
perhaps you might consider stopping
by and sitting in on a class or two.
And then, if you
felt so inclined,
mentioning our little school in
one of your wonderful columns?
I'd be happy to do that.
You just tell me where and when.
Well, that's lovely.
I just hope you're not teaching
your students your little trick
of tilting your head
before delivering an
important line of dialogue.
I don't do that.
Well, you did it when you
played Maggie the Cat.
Oh, and you fluttered your
hands like little bird wings.
I kept waiting
for you to take off.
Who wants pie?
Alexis, would you... Thank you.
I believe that was the year that
I was nominated for a Tony.
Well, perhaps
the American Theater Wing
is more tolerant of head tilting
and hand fluttering than I am.
(SIGHS)
Martha, I'm just teasing.
You can't possibly still be
upset about that old review?
Yeah, let's not say
anything we'll regret.
That was no review,
that was a hatchet job.
It was vicious
and it was uncalled for.
And it was also accurate.
(SOFTLY) Rise above.
Rise above.
You know what, Oona?
I rescind my request.
There is no way I would accept your
endorsement of my school now
if you begged me.
Fat chance of that.
Just remember, Martha,
those who can't do, teach.
And those who can't teach,
become theater critics!
Ha!
Ha.
Gram.
(GROANS)
Could have been worse.
It couldn't
have been worse.
My mother exposed
her gooey center,
and Oona Marconi
drove a stake through it.
Well, tell her
I feel her pain.
Thanks, I will.
Anything new on the case?
Yeah, unis found the cafe that
Odette went to at 11:00 a.m.
the day that
she was killed.
Scoring drugs off
her mystery man?
More like scoring
a fat-free latte.
She met up with a friend for coffee.
Suzanne Steiner.
A friend? Leaving the studio on
show day was a very big deal.
What was so important
that it couldn't wait?
According to Suzanne,
she just wanted to talk about old times.
Hey. We got
a fax from the lab.
That clear vial of liquid that we
found at Odette's apartment,
it wasn't illegal drugs.
It's insulin.
Odette was diabetic?
RYAN: Not according
to her doctor.
He said he hasn't
seen her in over a year.
Well, maybe she developed it recently
or maybe she went to a new doctor.
Then why not just tell
Brad Melville the truth?
That it wasn't speed,
it was insulin?
And why bother buying Jasmine half
of Fifth Avenue to keep her quiet?
Well, I think
I can help with that.
CSU report is back
on Odette's place.
They only found one set of prints.
And they were not Odette's.
They belong to a woman
named Barbra Landau.
Who the hell is
Barbra Landau?
Not someone who would
run in Odette's circles.
She was raised in foster care
and was a high school dropout.
So she was staying
with Odette?
We need to talk to her.
ESPOSITO: That's gonna be tough.
Officially, Barbra Landau's
been dead for over a year.
Here's her
death certificate.
She died of
blunt force trauma
from injuries suffered
in a train collision.
That's right. The same train
collision that Odette survived.
Or did she?
You see that
picture of Odette?
Well, this is Barbra.
They're identical.
But that's impossible.
Impossible?
Or the explanation to everything?
The dramatic change in
Odette after the accident,
the need to hide
being a diabetic,
because Odette
was not a diabetic.
Odette Morton didn't survive
that train crash, Barbra did.
And like a phoenix
rising from the ashes,
Barbra Landau walked away
from the wreckage of that train
and stole
Odette Morton's life.
Twin girls are born
and put up for adoption.
Odette goes to a wealthy,
loving family, Barbra, not so lucky.
She gets bounced around from
one foster home to the next,
always knowing, deep inside,
that she was meant for something better.
Then one day, the two of them
meet on a train bound for Miami.
The connection
is instantaneous.
In two days they learn everything
there is to know about each other.
And Barbra can't
help but think,
"If only I had landed in the
lap of luxury like Odette,
"I could have been
anything I wanted to be."
Are you suggesting that Barbra
purposefully caused the derailment
to take over
Odette's life?
With what?
Her crazy Wiccan powers?
Oh.
Wow! That would be an incredible twist!
But no. No.
The accident happens,
Odette is killed, Barbra survives.
And in the midst of all the chaos
and rubble, she sees her chance.
She switches identification with Odette,
and she changes
her destiny.
In one move, Barbra builds herself
a better future. A perfect life.
Until she was
murdered a year later.
Yes, well,
separated twin stories never end happily.
Except The Parent Trap.
Blood tests are back. Odette and
Barbra were not biologically related.
Barbra has no living
family we could find.
CASTLE: If they're not related,
how can Barbra look so much like Odette?
ESPOSITO: I don't know,
but we do have an address for
her former place of employment.
A strip club
in Midtown.
See, we've been operating
on the theory
that Odette was murdered
because she was Odette.
But what if she was murdered
because she was really Barbra?
BECKETT: Find out everything
you can about Barbra.
In the meantime, I'm gonna
re-interview Odette's brother, Paul.
Is he a person
of interest now?
I'm just having
trouble believing
that Barbra managed to fool
Odette's own brother for over a year.
He's gonna have to convince
me that he didn't know.
Well, that sounds like something better
done one on one, mano a mano.
Meantime, I'm gonna take a
ride downtown with the boys,
check out that
strip club...
Sorry, Castle.
Three's a crowd.
What's up?
Why are you freezing out our boy like that?
I wanna try an experiment.
Having Castle along would mess things up.
Here.
Wear my wedding ring.
What? Get that thing away from me, man.
It's a mood killer.
Just wear it when we're at the club.
What for?
See, I've been talking
to my married guy friends,
they say that your
theory is way off.
Wearing a wedding ring gets them
more attention from women, not less.
So?
So wear the ring.
I wanna see if women still
flirt with you and ignore me.
So you didn't want
Castle to come because
all the women
would flirt with him.
All the women
would flirt with him.
I want to know
if it's just the ring
that's repelling members
of the fairer sex.
It's not the ring, bro.
It's you.
See, once you've been
married for a little while,
and you're feeling a little
bored and unsatisfied,
the ring will get you
love from the ladies.
They'll wanna take you
away from all that,
so that you can be bored
and unsatisfied with them.
Why not now?
'Cause now you're all blissfully
happy with your wife and whatnot.
You have the stink of
honeymoon phase all over you.
No woman wants
to be around that.
How long does it last?
It's hard to say.
But knowing you and Jenny,
probably forever.
(SENSUAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, yeah, Barbie.
All she wanted was to be
a dancer on Broadway.
She used to talk
about it a lot, huh?
More than that.
She got a makeover,
changed her hair.
And then two years ago,
she got her nose done,
even though her nose
looked fine before.
Back in the day, did Barbra
have trouble with anybody?
Say, a customer?
Maybe a boyfriend?
Boyfriend, yeah. Jason.
Could this be him?
That's him.
Jason Bagwell.
Do you know where
we can find Jason?
He lived over
in Alphabet City.
He was always
running some scam.
Borrowing money from Barbra
for some new business venture,
and never
paying her back.
But she loved him.
Crazy love, you know?
Oh, yeah, I do.
Hmm.
Well, you've been very helpful, Shantell.
Thank you for your time.
If you wanted, you could come back later.
My show starts at 8:00.
I could probably...
He's got to get home to
the little woman, Shantell,
but we do thank you for your
time and your cooperation.
All right.
What's wrong
with you, man?
Why you have to throw salt
in my game like that?
You can't pick up
on honeys
while wearing the eternal symbol of
my love and commitment to Jenny.
Did I just say that out loud?
Mmm.
No wonder women
won't flirt with me.
I'm a lost cause.
A man in love with his wife.
Enjoy it, my friend.
A lot of men would switch places with you.
Not me. Mmm-mmm.
Other men.
Guys.
Unhappy, single guys.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just give me my ring back,
and you can go get
Shantell's phone number.
What the...
Ow.
What?
It's stuck.
The guys are out picking up
Barbra's ex-boyfriend.
I thought I'd use
the time to follow up
on what they'd
learned at the club.
Starting with the fact that Barbra
Landau did get plastic surgery.
Here is her old
DMV photo.
She's a pretty girl.
Exactly.
The plastic surgery didn't
make her look more beautiful,
just made her look
more like Odette Morton.
You remember her accountant,
Samuel Lynchberg,
told you that Odette paid
for her friend's nose job?
And you think Barbra
is that friend?
You think they
knew each other?
I know it.
Lynchberg's assistant
confirmed that Odette paid for
Barbra's surgery, plus expenses.
And I'm guessing you
have a theory as to why?
You know Odette
loved to party.
Speaking from
personal experience,
I can tell you that all
that constant carousing
does not come
without consequences.
Like arrests,
community service hours,
waking up in a strange hotel room
with some girl's
panties on your head.
Forget that part.
Here is Odette doing her
community service hours
for her second
DUI in 2010.
Here's Odette at a bridal
shower with friends.
So?
So according to
the timestamps,
these photos were taken on the same
day within 20 minutes of each other.
So it was really Barbra
at the soup kitchen.
Odette would do the crime,
but she didn't want to do the time.
So she created a "Faux-dette"
to do her dirty work for her.
A job that I bet
paid very well.
Maybe a wild night on the town
brings Odette to the strip club,
where she sees Barbra,
all of Barbra.
And she realizes,
with a little work,
Barbra could be the perfect double for her,
doing all the
unpleasant jobs
that Odette simply couldn't
be bothered to do.
Community service hours,
drug tests...
And with a little training
and some surgical tweaks,
Barbra could do even more.
Like meetings with
Odette's business manager,
or boring luncheons
with her Aunt Margaret.
And nobody in Odette's inner circle
could have known about the ruse.
So that when
the train crashed,
Barbra saw her chance
to go from understudy
to leading lady
and she took it.
Okay, so that explains
the transition,
but we still don't
know who killed her.
Maybe we do.
It would have to be
someone that knew Odette
was actually Barbra
when he saw her on TV.
Someone who was looking
to cash in on her new life.
Someone like Barbra's boyfriend, Jason.
I'm telling you, this is crazy.
I didn't kill anybody!
BECKETT: Here's what
I think happened.
You realized that
Barbra didn't die
in that train accident.
She was alive.
And living as Odette Morton,
which meant she was very rich.
You knew her secret,
and you wanted to be rich, too.
But Barbra wasn't the kind of girl
to claw her way into the good life
and then be taken advantage
of by the likes of you.
She rejected you,
and so you shot her.
See, this is why
I didn't come forward.
I knew you'd suspect me.
We suspect people
with motive, Jason.
(SIGHS) You got it wrong.
Barbra came to me.
Two weeks ago, she showed up on my
doorstep and told me the whole story.
Barbra had everything she could want.
A perfect life.
Why would she risk it all
by getting in touch with you?
Because she missed me.
And Odette's life wasn't as
perfect as Barbra thought.
Barbra was lonely and she
wanted to get back together.
She told me she had found out
some stuff about Odette.
Secrets from her past.
What kind of secrets?
I don't know, but she said
if anyone found out,
it would all
be over for her.
You think this secret
got her killed?
She said she could use it
to her advantage.
She just needed more information.
Information was leverage.
It would protect her.
But she had
to move fast.
And she didn't
move fast enough.
JASON: Barbra had been dancing
since she was a little kid
and all she ever wanted
was to be a star on Broadway.
And she was so close.
So it wasn't something from her
own past that got Barbra killed.
It was something
from Odette's.
Okay, so a week
before her death,
Barbra, as Odette, is acting odd,
she's missing rehearsals...
She seeks out her ex,
tells him that Odette's
perfect life isn't so perfect,
and that there's something in
Odette's past that's a problem.
Right, so she needs information.
So where does she go?
Suzanne Steiner. Remember Barbra
met her for coffee the day she died.
She wanted to talk to
Suzanne about old times.
SUZANNE: I'm not sure
what help I can be.
Odette seemed fine
the day that I saw her.
Mmm-hmm.
I keep forgetting
that she wasn't Odette.
The resemblance
was remarkable.
You said that she
wanted to reminisce?
How close were
the two of you?
Well, my dad was the butler in her
grandfather's home for 20 years,
so we practically
grew up together.
And what did she
want to talk about?
Well, she asked
about her grandfather,
well,
Odette's grandfather.
Mmm-hmm.
She talked about
how close they had been.
And then she asked about
the day that he died.
He died in his sleep,
didn't he?
Yeah, yeah.
He was 98.
It was odd that she asked because
I wasn't there, but she was.
Odette was,
along with my father.
And when I reminded her of that,
she asked about my dad.
She said she wanted
to catch up with him.
Do you know if the two
of them ever spoke?
Well, I gave her his number,
but I'm not sure what happened.
(ESPOSITO GRUNTING)
It's not coming off.
It's like it soldered
itself onto my hand.
CASTLE: Maybe it's
possessed, you know?
Like some kind of a cursed object
from a Stephen King story?
How can I tell my wife that I'm
not wearing my wedding ring
because I lent it to
Esposito as an experiment
to see if strippers
would flirt with me?
Maybe she'll see
the humor in it.
Not a chance.
You're a dead man.
So Charles Carson.
Former butler to Odette's late grandfather.
No record, but get this,
his name rang a bell.
So I looked up the guest list from
Wednesday's taping and he's on it.
Odette called in a last minute
ticket request for Mr. Carson.
So he was at the show.
Yes. Security has him
going through at 2:15.
But after that,
no one remembers seeing him.
Okay, so Suzanne
said that Faux-dette
wanted to talk about the day
her grandfather died.
What if this was the secret
that Barbra was on to?
What if Graham Morton
didn't die of natural causes,
and she felt somehow Charles Carson
here had something to do with it?
We need to see Graham
Morton's autopsy report.
Based on my reading
of the coroner's report,
I can see why Graham Morton's death
was ruled natural causes. However...
Ooh!
There's a "however."
A very big "however."
Tell them.
There were some anomalies
I found suspicious.
Evidence of petechiae
in both eyes.
Fresh bruising on the right side of Mr.
Morton's nose,
which could have
happened if, say,
someone was holding
a pillow over his face.
All in all, I think
there is ample evidence
that Mr. Morton
was murdered.
Ample?
Murdered.
I am just so proud.
Dad. Work.
Boundaries. Right.
One more thing.
When I requested the file be sent over,
the clerk told me that I was
the second person this week
to ask for it.
Odette Morton was
there on Tuesday.
So Barbra realized Odette's
grandfather was murdered,
and must have thought
Carson, the butler,
had something
to do with it.
And then when Carson figured out that
Barbra knew too much, he killed her.
We're gonna bring him in
first thing in the morning.
And arrest him
for a double murder.
Good morning.
Speak for yourself.
Oh, Richard!
I really messed up.
I just let my ego
get the better of me.
Now Oona Marconi is never
gonna endorse my school.
She'll probably write something
negative just out of spite.
Well, there is a chance you
can still turn this around,
but are you willing
to apologize to someone
who doesn't really
deserve it?
Darling, I don't think a simple
apology is gonna get me out of this.
Then in the wise words
of Don Vito Corleone,
(MIMICKING VITO CORLEONE)
you need to make her
an offer she can't refuse.
And if there is anything...
(CLEARS THROAT)
(NORMAL VOICE) If there's anything
I can do to help, you let me know.
I will. I will.
BECKETT: Mr. Carson, you worked for
Graham Morton for over 25 years.
I understand that you were
very close with his grandkids.
Well, as close
as one could be,
while still maintaining the
employer-servant relationship.
So when the victim
called you
and invited you to
the Night of Dance
taping on Wednesday,
you said yes.
I was delighted.
She asked me
to meet her afterwards,
said that she had
a question for me,
but, of course, as you know,
they canceled the show,
and I didn't find out until the
next day what had happened.
I had no idea that
that girl wasn't Odette.
And no idea why
she wanted to talk to me.
She wanted to talk to you about
the day that Graham Morton died.
Why would she
care about that?
CASTLE: It seems she
had some evidence
that Mr.
Morton didn't die of natural causes.
I don't understand.
Are you saying that he was murdered?
You were at the house that day,
weren't you?
Oh, good Lord!
You don't think that I had...
You were the person closest to him.
You had ample opportunity.
We've seen the will.
He left you a generous bequest.
I would never have
hurt Mr. Morton.
But that woman,
the woman who pretended to be Odette,
she might be right
about his death.
In fact, it's possible that she
believed that I knew something.
Tell me, how did
Mr. Morton die?
Was he smothered?
Why would you
ask that?
The month he died,
there was tension in the household.
Odette was seeing someone of whom Mr.
Morton did not approve.
Do you know who?
No, but he ordered
her to break it off.
And then, of course,
that day Odette was crying.
She spent most of
the morning in her room.
At about 1:00, Mr.
Morton said that he wanted to take a nap.
So I cleared the bed of all the pillows,
he preferred a flat surface.
Now, a few moments later, there was
a commotion down in the kitchen.
Odette had put a sandwich
in the toaster oven too long,
and it had caused
a small fire.
We put it out, and then I went back
upstairs to check on Mr. Morton
and he was dead.
And that's when
I noticed it.
Noticed what?
A pillow, on the bed.
And I was sure that
I had taken them all off.
So I told Odette
about it,
but she said my mind was
playing tricks on me, so I let it go.
Mr.
Carson, when you were in the kitchen,
was there ever a moment that
Odette was out of your sight?
No.
I knew
she was innocent.
She wasn't innocent.
She was a distraction.
Odette got you
down to the kitchen
while her accomplice went and
murdered her grandfather.
And then when Barbra Landau
figured out the truth,
the accomplice
murdered her, too.
BECKETT: Thank you for coming in,
Mr. Lynchberg.
Mr. Lynchberg, being the
Morton family financial advisor,
that must give you
pretty good insight
into their personal
lives, right?
Well, looking at what
people spend their money on,
you get to know
folks pretty well.
And how well
did you know Odette?
As well as any
of my clients.
And given the lectures that I
gave her about her lifestyle,
maybe more so.
We understand about the
time her grandfather died,
Odette was
dating someone,
someone her grandfather
didn't approve of.
Well, that's not surprising.
The two of them rarely saw eye to eye.
This boyfriend.
Do you remember who he was?
No. Why?
Well, because we think that
he conspired with Odette
to kill her grandfather,
and then he killed Barbra
when she was on the verge
of figuring it all out.
You're sure you
don't remember?
Well, we just spoke with Odette's brother,
and he remembers.
In fact he remembers
it being you.
He said that the two of you
wanted to get married,
but Odette's grandfather
threatened to cut her off.
CASTLE: Now,
a girl like Odette,
she can never be happy
living off a meager,
six-figure salary
like yours.
She needed to inherit.
But that old man
refused to die.
So she convinced
you to go upstairs
and smother him
to death with a pillow,
while she created a distraction
in the kitchen. Problem solved.
Except once she had her money,
she left you.
Went back to her
partying lifestyle.
She used you. But there wasn't
anything you could do about it.
At least not without
admitting to the murder.
You can't prove that.
His death wasn't even ruled a homicide.
No, but Barbra
Landau's was.
Uniforms found this .9 millimeter in
the dumpster behind your offices.
Ballistics match.
This is the same gun that was
used to kill Barbra Landau.
And it's got your
fingerprints all over it.
Last month,
when her credit card bills were so high,
I thought she was slipping
back into her old ways.
And I said to her,
"We didn't risk everything to get this money
"so you could let it
ruin your life."
And she looked at me
and I could tell she had no
idea what I was talking about.
In that moment,
I knew that she wasn't my Odette.
And that's how
she got onto you.
So this Barbra told me that if I kept
her secret, she would keep mine.
She thought
we were even.
She thought that she could
just take the place of Odette.
What was I
supposed to do?
Just let some dirty stripper live in
her house and wear her clothes,
and blackmail me?
Odette deserved better.
What's going on?
I was just thinking how we rely on
dreams to keep us going in life,
and how sad it is when they become
the things that tear us down.
Yeah, well,
that might be the case for Barbra Landau,
but not for everyone with
dreams that didn't come true.
I mean, take Lanie,
for instance.
She wanted to be a dancer,
she became a doctor.
That's not so bad,
is it?
Hmm. What about you?
I mean, I know you became a cop
because your mother was murdered,
but there had to be
something before that.
What did little Kate Beckett
want to be when she grew up?
At Stanford,
I was pre-law.
So your dream was to argue a
case before the Supreme Court.
Mmm-hmm. Yep, I was on my way to
becoming the first female Chief Justice.
Wow! Not bad.
ESPOSITO: It won't...
You know what?
I'm late for my stripper date.
What? Whoa.
No, no, no.
I cannot go home again without
that ring on my finger tonight.
My couch has a loose spring.
My back...
Wait, did you try soap?
Yeah.
Yeah, it was, like,
the first thing we did.
Cooking spray?
I didn't think about cooking spray.
Where am I gonna find cooking spray?
Here.
It's like silk.
That might work.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I think it's coming.
Yeah.
(RING CLATTERS)
At least it's off
my finger, so...
Oona, thank you
so much for stopping by.
Thank you, Martha.
And I'll be sure to find a few
inches of column space
to mention
your little school.
Good. Thank you.
I really appreciate that, dear.
Richard, good.
You're just in time to say goodbye to Oona.
Oh. How nice
to see you again.
It's lovely
to see you as well.
And I look forward
to hearing from you.
Hearing from...
Well, I know you're
in a hurry, dear.
And, I'll call you.
We will have lunch.
Yes. Yes.
Bye-bye.
(VOCALIZES)
All's well
that ends well.
Mother, why would Oona Marconi be
looking forward to hearing from me?
Well, you did say if there is
any way that you could help...
That you should
let me know.
Exactly what did you promise
her without asking me first?
That you would
read her novel.
Oh, Mother!
And critique it,
and give it to your publisher.
It is the inspiring story
of a young woman's journey
from department store clerk to
world-renowned Broadway star!
Chick lit? Mother,
this is really not my...
Oh, and darling, when you give
her your thoughts, do be kind.
Because it's always been
her dream to be a novelist.
Be kind.
For you, Mother,
I can be kind.
to A Night of Dance,
America's favorite
dance competition
with your host,
Brad Melville!
Hey, hey, hey!
Good evening, America.
It's dance off time,
and the theme is Latin.
As always, tonight's challengers
were handpicked by the judges.
Max, are you looking forward
to watching these two rumba?
I'm looking forward to
Santino redeeming himself
for his samba-inspired solo
dance last week. Pathetic.
It was like a terrible dream
my dog would have
after eating the leftovers
of my Brazilian dinner.
Well, then, you know
our semi-finalists.
Our matchup is,
Santino versus Odette!
Can the arrogant bad boy
best America's sweetheart?
Let's get right to it.
Tonight's elimination dance
between Santino and Odette
will mean the end of
the road for one of them.
One will be eliminated
on Monday's results show.
The other will be guaranteed
a spot in the final two.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Santino and Odette!
(RUMBA MUSIC PLAYING)
Odette?
Are you in there?
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
Guess who I ran into
at the beauty parlor today?
Mother, I'm at a critical juncture in...
Oona Marconi.
Oona Marconi,
the theater critic?
I thought I might
invite her to dinner,
ask her to give a little
mention to my acting school,
put it into
one of her columns.
It would be
invaluable publicity.
Yes, well that would
depend on the mention.
You aren't forgetting her blistering
review of your performance of Maggie
in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,
are you?
That was 1983.
I think I'm over it.
"Martha Rodgers as Maggie the
Cat is more of a helpless kitten,
"mewing and flapping her hands
when she doesn't get her way."
You memorized it?
I couldn't help it.
You walked around the
apartment quoting it for months!
Mother,
I'm just saying,
maybe it's not a good idea
to ask an important favor
of someone who's been so
unkind to you in the past.
The operative word
here is "past."
I think I can
rise above.
Besides, my acting school is more
important to me than some old grudge.
Well, that's very
mature of you, Mother.
Thank you.
"If Tennessee Williams
knew what crimes
"Martha Rodgers had committed
against this audience in his name,
"he would have her
arrested for assault."
(EXHALES)
Rising above.
BECKETT: Come on, Castle,
how mean can this critic be?
I'm just afraid that she's gonna
get her heart broken, you know?
I mean, you know my mother.
On the exterior, she's a tough cookie,
but underneath all that bravado,
gooey center.
Hey, Lanie.
So who's our victim?
Odette Morton. Cause of death
is a single GSW to the heart.
Probably a .9 millimeter.
She died instantly.
Well, the bullet
went right through her.
Well, unless our killer used a silencer,
someone must have
heard the shot.
Not necessarily.
According to the
stage manager,
this area clears out
once taping starts.
Plus, the opening pyrotechnics
could've covered a gunshot.
Well, that's assuming she was
shot just as the show started.
It looks like she was.
Yeah, the makeup girl
finished with Odette at 2:45,
taping starts at 3:00,
and she was discovered at 3:04.
Nineteen minutes.
That's not a very big window.
All right, see if the crew saw anyone
near this room around that time.
You got it.
Hey, Ryan?
Can I get a list
of all the guests that were
invited to tonight's taping,
along with anyone that
checked in at security?
Already on it, but that's
not the only way in here.
There's an exit door
to the alley down the hall.
The crew guys like to prop it open
so they can go out for a smoke.
So either our killer got lucky
and found an unlocked door...
Or this was
an inside job.
LANIE: That gets my vote.
Odette was a lock
to win this thing.
I bet it was one of her
backstabbing rivals that did this.
What? I watch the show.
Odette was my favorite contestant.
She was an heiress,
raised by her rich grandpa.
A party girl,
headed down the wrong path.
Then a brush with death made her
wake up and change her bad-girl ways.
That's a great story.
Except for the ending.
I gotta say,
Dr. Parish,
I never figured you for a
fan of A Night of Dance.
I'm not, exactly.
It's just,
when I was young,
more than anything,
I wanted to be a prima ballerina.
If I wasn't dancing,
I was thinking about dancing.
So what happened?
The girls came along
when I was 13.
Not that many top-heavy
ballerinas out there.
Well, I think
there should be.
Of course you do.
That's not what I meant.
Although...
Does Odette have
any next of kin?
Paul Morton,
her brother.
Okay, great.
Bring him down here.
And talk to the rest
of the contestants.
I wanna see if anyone
is taking this competition
just a little
too seriously.
We understand
that you and Odette
were rehearsing your
dance most of the day.
How did she seem?
On edge. We both were.
I mean, one of us was
about to be eliminated,
which is why I can't believe
she just left rehearsal at 11:00
and took off
for half an hour.
To do what?
She wouldn't say.
But everything was
riding on this dance.
She told me she had
to meet a friend.
She asked me to cover if
anyone was looking for her.
Do you have any idea why
she was being so secretive?
The producers don't like us to
leave the studio on show day.
So it must have
been important.
Well, the NYPD thanks you
for your cooperation.
You, too.
Damn, did you see that?
Mmm-hmm.
She acted like
I didn't even exist.
You don't.
Not since you put that ring on your finger.
Get used to being invisible to single women.
I've never seen her happier
than these past couple months.
I can't believe
that my sister's dead.
We understand she had
some difficulties in the past.
A few years ago,
our grandfather passed away.
And Odette took it hard.
She quit school,
she broke off her
relationship with a nice guy,
started hanging out
with a bad crowd.
What kind of bad crowd?
Partiers and druggies.
She was arrested
several times.
But after the accident,
she left all of that behind.
That was her brush
with death?
There was a train
derailment last year.
Odette was onboard.
She made it out alive,
but it scared the hell out of her.
She turned her
life around.
Six months of dance training
and the next thing that I know,
she's auditioned for A Night
of Dance and been accepted.
She finally found
a direction in life.
She was so close
to realizing her dream.
Was there anyone
in Odette's old life
that could have come back
to cause trouble for her?
Not that I'm aware of.
What about on the show?
Anyone she didn't get along with?
She did mention someone.
Another contestant.
I think she said
his name was Eddie.
Detective Beckett,
they're waiting for you.
Thank you.
Detective Beckett, as co-creator and
executive producer of Night of Dance,
I have instructed my
staff to provide you
with anything and everything you need
to help solve this terrible murder.
Anything.
Absolutely anything.
Thanks. Now Odette
told her brother
that there was someone on the
show that she didn't get along with.
Eddie Gordon.
But he's not here anymore.
Last week Eddie and Odette performed
a Bob Fosse-inspired number
for the elimination
dance off.
We voted and sent Eddie home.
He was upset.
How upset?
Well, you have
to understand.
All the contestants
are cast on this show
to tell their unique,
yet familiar stories.
Odette was the poor,
little, rich girl,
and Eddie was the kid from
the wrong side of the tracks.
We cast Eddie
to bring the drama.
Eddie brought the drama,
and not just for the cameras.
He was furious
when we sent him packing,
and we all got
an earful about it.
(SCOFFS)
And he was so rude.
I had to call security.
Was he threatening?
Let's just say I was relieved
when he was gone.
Ironic, really.
How so?
Well, according
to the rules,
when a contestant
is unable to continue,
the last eliminated dancer
returns to take his or her place.
And that dancer
is Eddie Gordon.
Let me tell you something about
Miss Sweet-and-Innocent Odette.
She threw me under
the bus tonight.
She blew off
rehearsals all week,
then messed up her footwork
and blames it on me.
Where I'm from, we know what
to do with lying bitches like that.
That was Eddie's
exit interview.
Contestants are encouraged
by producers to speak freely.
He certainly
took their advice.
Eddie has got a record
back home in Rochester.
And one of the assistants
at A Night of Dance
says they remember
seeing him in the studio
the afternoon
Odette was murdered.
Okay, so,
Eddie was eliminated,
but he knew that if Odette
was out of the running,
he'd be asked to return
and take her slot.
So he went back
and eliminated Odette.
Permanently.
B and E, robbery. You were pretty
busy up in Rochester, Eddie.
Yeah, but that was
a long time ago.
When I started dancing,
I gave up thug life.
Yeah, well, that didn't stop you
from going off on the judges
when you were
eliminated.
Me going home was the wrong call,
and I said so.
Maybe I said it loud,
but that don't make me no killer.
Now that Odette can't
finish the competition,
the last eliminated contestant
will be asked to return.
And that's you, Eddie.
Like my daddy used to say,
the universe works in mysterious ways.
And maybe you decided to give
the universe just a little shove.
So what were you doing
at the studio on show day?
I went by early
to see my boy, Santino.
Give him support
on his big day.
You got an answer for everything,
don't you, Eddie?
And you know what
else you've got?
You got motive
and opportunity.
Man, I was across town when that
mess happened, meeting my agent.
But last week,
something was going on with Odette.
Something that didn't have
nothing to do with dancing.
What do you mean?
She was out of it.
Missing easy steps.
She'd say she was going
to the ladies' room
then be gone
for half an hour.
What do you think
she was doing?
I know what
she was doing.
I saw her go out
the back door.
Meet some guy
in the alley.
They talk real serious
for a minute,
then she handed him a roll of bills.
Looked like 3 grand, easy.
You get a good enough look at this guy?
You think you can provide us with a sketch?
Yeah, I can do that.
Hey. So Eddie Gordon
spoke the truth.
He was meeting with his
agent when Odette was shot.
So maybe he was also
telling the truth
about the guy he saw
Odette with in the alley.
Well, he gave us a sketch.
Pretty generic, though.
Handsome, Caucasian,
dark hair.
You know, that
missing half hour
when Odette left rehearsal
the day she was shot,
maybe she was
with him.
I'll have uniforms circulate
the sketch around the studio.
See if anybody
recognizes him.
Okay, so if Odette had straightened
up after the train accident,
what was she doing
behind the stage door
secretly giving some guy
a roll of bills?
Could be a drug deal.
Maybe Odette was falling
back into old habits.
Any recent withdrawals
in her bank statement?
Yeah, not for that
amount of money,
but check out these
credit card payments.
For the last
six months,
Odette's credit card spending
was pretty much steady.
And then about a month ago,
it suddenly shot up.
No kidding.
Her cards were maxed out.
Over 100 grand in charges?
What was she spending
all that money on?
BECKETT: Thank you for coming in,
Mr. Lynchberg.
You were Odette's
business manager,
as well as the executor of
her grandfather's estate?
And now I have the unfortunate task
of handling Odette's estate as well.
And who inherits her share
of the family trust?
Per Odette's wishes,
it goes to the Graham Morton Foundation.
It's a charitable
organization.
You know, I noticed
a pretty big spike
in her spending
over the last month.
Do you have any idea
what that was about?
I'm sure you know that
after Odette's grandfather
passed away
three years ago,
she went through
a bad period.
Yeah, her brother filled us in.
Parties, drugs.
Of particular concern to me during
that time was her spending.
Odette would get drunk and
spontaneously buy a car.
Or put a bid down
on a new apartment.
She paid for
a friend's nose job.
Just whatever
struck her fancy.
But then after the train accident last year,
all that stopped.
It was refreshing to those
of us who cared about her.
I was worried that last
month's credit card charges
indicated that she might
have been backsliding.
What was she buying?
Clothing, mostly.
The bulk of the charges
were over two days
at one particular Fifth
Avenue department store.
I'd like to see
the original receipts.
Of course.
This is the weirdest spending
spree I have ever seen.
Odette spent tens of thousands
of dollars on clothes,
but nothing in her size
according to these receipts.
Everything's
in size four.
And I went through
her apartment.
I didn't see 100 grand worth of new clothes.
Maybe she hid them.
Sounds to me like
the old "gas card scam."
What do you mean?
Your parents put you
on a strict allowance,
but they give you a gas card,
so you can fill your car.
Well, you fill your friends' cars,
and they give you cash.
Some of my buddies in boarding
school nearly doubled their allowance.
Uh-huh.
Not me, of course.
Don't tell my mother.
So if Odette needed
cash in a hurry
to, say, maybe pay off
some guy in an alley...
But the monthly stipend
from her family trust
wasn't enough
to cover it.
So she charges the clothes,
sells them to her friends.
Instant cash flow.
Which is still not enough.
The cards max out, the money train stops,
and she can't make payment
to whoever she owes.
She ends up dead.
Yeah, but do you guys think
that Odette actually had
one size-four friend
willing to pay 100 grand
for a bunch of pegged jeans
and a faux rabbit purse?
Did you say "rabbit"?
BECKETT: Jasmine,
we need to talk.
Where did you
get the bag?
A friend gave it to me.
Your friend,
Odette Morton?
We talked to the
salesperson, Jasmine.
She said that you
were with Odette
when she dropped 100 grand
on clothes for you.
Odette was
very generous.
She's also very dead, and I know a
blackmail scheme when I hear one.
CASTLE: Maybe Odette had
something going on in her life
she wanted to keep secret.
You found out about it,
and told her the price for your silence
was a closet
full of fancy duds.
But why would
I kill her?
Maybe she couldn't
give anymore.
You got frustrated,
you killed her.
Maybe she decided
to come forward herself,
accuse you of blackmail,
you killed her.
Jasmine, these are just
off the top of my head.
We can finish off this
conversation in the precinct.
Wait.
Last month, I was
here working late,
and I happened to see Odette
walk by my desk real fast,
like she was upset.
Next thing I know, here comes Brad
Melville, like he's looking for her.
CASTLE: Brad Melville?
The show's host?
Why would the host of A Night of
Dance be looking for a contestant?
Aren't they not
supposed to fraternize?
That's why
I followed him.
Brad and Odette were in
the stairwell having a fight.
About what?
I'm not completely sure.
But when I bluffed Odette that I was
going to tell Max about her and Brad,
she got really nervous.
She offered to buy me some
stuff I wanted if I'd keep quiet,
and I thought that
sounded like a good deal.
But that's it.
I would have never hurt Odette.
You'll have to pardon me if I
don't take you at your word.
Look, if anyone had a reason
to murder Odette it was Brad.
Just listen.
I recorded the two of them.
BRAD: We had a deal!
ODETTE: And I'm willing
to stand by it if you are.
BRAD: I've worked too hard
to get where I am.
If anyone finds out about this, Odette,
I swear I'll kill you.
If Max Renfro found out
that Brad Melville
was in a relationship with one of the
contestants, what would happen?
She'd be thrown off the show,
and he'd be fired.
Motive for murder, anyone?
BRAD: If anyone finds out about
this, Odette, I swear I'll kill you.
That is completely
not what it sounds like.
What it sounds like, Brad,
is you threatening Odette Morton's life
a few weeks before
she was murdered.
But I was trying
to protect her.
Protect her how?
I knew about Odette's troubled past,
the drugs, the DUIs.
But I also believed her when
she said she was clean now,
and that dancing
was all she cared about.
Are you trying to say
that that wasn't true?
What I'm trying to say is,
two months ago,
I walked into makeup
early one morning
and found Odette
shooting up.
Are you sure
about this?
100% positive.
If Max knew she was using, she would
have been eliminated on the spot.
But you never told Max.
Odette promised she would clean up.
I gave her a second chance.
But I also kept
an eye on her.
Then a month ago,
I caught her again.
I told her I was going to Max,
that she was on her own.
And did you?
No, because Odette
threatened me.
She said that if I went to Max
and told him what I'd seen,
then she'd go to him
and tell him that
I was the one that
let her off the first time.
Max would have fired me for
keeping a secret that big from him.
I'd be off the show.
I'd be Brian Dunkleman.
Who's Brian Dunkleman?
Exactly.
So if Odette went down,
she was taking you with her?
RYAN: Brad was right
about her shooting up.
Found these hidden in a false
bottom underneath her jewelry box.
No wonder CSU missed it when
they went through her apartment.
Could be speed.
Yeah, except I just
got off the phone with Lanie,
and she said that preliminary
tox screen results
show that Odette
wasn't using drugs.
At least, none of
the usual ones.
So what the hell
is in this bottle?
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
And so I said
to Sir Laurence,
"Larry, that is the
second best performance
"of Othello
I have ever seen.
"But I'm afraid no one can improve
the Orson Welles's interpretation."
"Larry," I said,
"You've simply been outdone."
Oh.
Wow. What did Olivier
say to that?
He said, "My dear girl,
you have the makings of a theater critic."
And so, here I am.
Yes, indeed, you are!
Oh, by the way,
I don't know if I
told you that recently
I opened my own
acting school.
Martha, how wonderful!
Thank you.
How good of you to share your
years and years of experience
with a new generation.
Yes, we are very proud.
MARTHA:
And I was wondering,
perhaps you might consider stopping
by and sitting in on a class or two.
And then, if you
felt so inclined,
mentioning our little school in
one of your wonderful columns?
I'd be happy to do that.
You just tell me where and when.
Well, that's lovely.
I just hope you're not teaching
your students your little trick
of tilting your head
before delivering an
important line of dialogue.
I don't do that.
Well, you did it when you
played Maggie the Cat.
Oh, and you fluttered your
hands like little bird wings.
I kept waiting
for you to take off.
Who wants pie?
Alexis, would you... Thank you.
I believe that was the year that
I was nominated for a Tony.
Well, perhaps
the American Theater Wing
is more tolerant of head tilting
and hand fluttering than I am.
(SIGHS)
Martha, I'm just teasing.
You can't possibly still be
upset about that old review?
Yeah, let's not say
anything we'll regret.
That was no review,
that was a hatchet job.
It was vicious
and it was uncalled for.
And it was also accurate.
(SOFTLY) Rise above.
Rise above.
You know what, Oona?
I rescind my request.
There is no way I would accept your
endorsement of my school now
if you begged me.
Fat chance of that.
Just remember, Martha,
those who can't do, teach.
And those who can't teach,
become theater critics!
Ha!
Ha.
Gram.
(GROANS)
Could have been worse.
It couldn't
have been worse.
My mother exposed
her gooey center,
and Oona Marconi
drove a stake through it.
Well, tell her
I feel her pain.
Thanks, I will.
Anything new on the case?
Yeah, unis found the cafe that
Odette went to at 11:00 a.m.
the day that
she was killed.
Scoring drugs off
her mystery man?
More like scoring
a fat-free latte.
She met up with a friend for coffee.
Suzanne Steiner.
A friend? Leaving the studio on
show day was a very big deal.
What was so important
that it couldn't wait?
According to Suzanne,
she just wanted to talk about old times.
Hey. We got
a fax from the lab.
That clear vial of liquid that we
found at Odette's apartment,
it wasn't illegal drugs.
It's insulin.
Odette was diabetic?
RYAN: Not according
to her doctor.
He said he hasn't
seen her in over a year.
Well, maybe she developed it recently
or maybe she went to a new doctor.
Then why not just tell
Brad Melville the truth?
That it wasn't speed,
it was insulin?
And why bother buying Jasmine half
of Fifth Avenue to keep her quiet?
Well, I think
I can help with that.
CSU report is back
on Odette's place.
They only found one set of prints.
And they were not Odette's.
They belong to a woman
named Barbra Landau.
Who the hell is
Barbra Landau?
Not someone who would
run in Odette's circles.
She was raised in foster care
and was a high school dropout.
So she was staying
with Odette?
We need to talk to her.
ESPOSITO: That's gonna be tough.
Officially, Barbra Landau's
been dead for over a year.
Here's her
death certificate.
She died of
blunt force trauma
from injuries suffered
in a train collision.
That's right. The same train
collision that Odette survived.
Or did she?
You see that
picture of Odette?
Well, this is Barbra.
They're identical.
But that's impossible.
Impossible?
Or the explanation to everything?
The dramatic change in
Odette after the accident,
the need to hide
being a diabetic,
because Odette
was not a diabetic.
Odette Morton didn't survive
that train crash, Barbra did.
And like a phoenix
rising from the ashes,
Barbra Landau walked away
from the wreckage of that train
and stole
Odette Morton's life.
Twin girls are born
and put up for adoption.
Odette goes to a wealthy,
loving family, Barbra, not so lucky.
She gets bounced around from
one foster home to the next,
always knowing, deep inside,
that she was meant for something better.
Then one day, the two of them
meet on a train bound for Miami.
The connection
is instantaneous.
In two days they learn everything
there is to know about each other.
And Barbra can't
help but think,
"If only I had landed in the
lap of luxury like Odette,
"I could have been
anything I wanted to be."
Are you suggesting that Barbra
purposefully caused the derailment
to take over
Odette's life?
With what?
Her crazy Wiccan powers?
Oh.
Wow! That would be an incredible twist!
But no. No.
The accident happens,
Odette is killed, Barbra survives.
And in the midst of all the chaos
and rubble, she sees her chance.
She switches identification with Odette,
and she changes
her destiny.
In one move, Barbra builds herself
a better future. A perfect life.
Until she was
murdered a year later.
Yes, well,
separated twin stories never end happily.
Except The Parent Trap.
Blood tests are back. Odette and
Barbra were not biologically related.
Barbra has no living
family we could find.
CASTLE: If they're not related,
how can Barbra look so much like Odette?
ESPOSITO: I don't know,
but we do have an address for
her former place of employment.
A strip club
in Midtown.
See, we've been operating
on the theory
that Odette was murdered
because she was Odette.
But what if she was murdered
because she was really Barbra?
BECKETT: Find out everything
you can about Barbra.
In the meantime, I'm gonna
re-interview Odette's brother, Paul.
Is he a person
of interest now?
I'm just having
trouble believing
that Barbra managed to fool
Odette's own brother for over a year.
He's gonna have to convince
me that he didn't know.
Well, that sounds like something better
done one on one, mano a mano.
Meantime, I'm gonna take a
ride downtown with the boys,
check out that
strip club...
Sorry, Castle.
Three's a crowd.
What's up?
Why are you freezing out our boy like that?
I wanna try an experiment.
Having Castle along would mess things up.
Here.
Wear my wedding ring.
What? Get that thing away from me, man.
It's a mood killer.
Just wear it when we're at the club.
What for?
See, I've been talking
to my married guy friends,
they say that your
theory is way off.
Wearing a wedding ring gets them
more attention from women, not less.
So?
So wear the ring.
I wanna see if women still
flirt with you and ignore me.
So you didn't want
Castle to come because
all the women
would flirt with him.
All the women
would flirt with him.
I want to know
if it's just the ring
that's repelling members
of the fairer sex.
It's not the ring, bro.
It's you.
See, once you've been
married for a little while,
and you're feeling a little
bored and unsatisfied,
the ring will get you
love from the ladies.
They'll wanna take you
away from all that,
so that you can be bored
and unsatisfied with them.
Why not now?
'Cause now you're all blissfully
happy with your wife and whatnot.
You have the stink of
honeymoon phase all over you.
No woman wants
to be around that.
How long does it last?
It's hard to say.
But knowing you and Jenny,
probably forever.
(SENSUAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, yeah, Barbie.
All she wanted was to be
a dancer on Broadway.
She used to talk
about it a lot, huh?
More than that.
She got a makeover,
changed her hair.
And then two years ago,
she got her nose done,
even though her nose
looked fine before.
Back in the day, did Barbra
have trouble with anybody?
Say, a customer?
Maybe a boyfriend?
Boyfriend, yeah. Jason.
Could this be him?
That's him.
Jason Bagwell.
Do you know where
we can find Jason?
He lived over
in Alphabet City.
He was always
running some scam.
Borrowing money from Barbra
for some new business venture,
and never
paying her back.
But she loved him.
Crazy love, you know?
Oh, yeah, I do.
Hmm.
Well, you've been very helpful, Shantell.
Thank you for your time.
If you wanted, you could come back later.
My show starts at 8:00.
I could probably...
He's got to get home to
the little woman, Shantell,
but we do thank you for your
time and your cooperation.
All right.
What's wrong
with you, man?
Why you have to throw salt
in my game like that?
You can't pick up
on honeys
while wearing the eternal symbol of
my love and commitment to Jenny.
Did I just say that out loud?
Mmm.
No wonder women
won't flirt with me.
I'm a lost cause.
A man in love with his wife.
Enjoy it, my friend.
A lot of men would switch places with you.
Not me. Mmm-mmm.
Other men.
Guys.
Unhappy, single guys.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just give me my ring back,
and you can go get
Shantell's phone number.
What the...
Ow.
What?
It's stuck.
The guys are out picking up
Barbra's ex-boyfriend.
I thought I'd use
the time to follow up
on what they'd
learned at the club.
Starting with the fact that Barbra
Landau did get plastic surgery.
Here is her old
DMV photo.
She's a pretty girl.
Exactly.
The plastic surgery didn't
make her look more beautiful,
just made her look
more like Odette Morton.
You remember her accountant,
Samuel Lynchberg,
told you that Odette paid
for her friend's nose job?
And you think Barbra
is that friend?
You think they
knew each other?
I know it.
Lynchberg's assistant
confirmed that Odette paid for
Barbra's surgery, plus expenses.
And I'm guessing you
have a theory as to why?
You know Odette
loved to party.
Speaking from
personal experience,
I can tell you that all
that constant carousing
does not come
without consequences.
Like arrests,
community service hours,
waking up in a strange hotel room
with some girl's
panties on your head.
Forget that part.
Here is Odette doing her
community service hours
for her second
DUI in 2010.
Here's Odette at a bridal
shower with friends.
So?
So according to
the timestamps,
these photos were taken on the same
day within 20 minutes of each other.
So it was really Barbra
at the soup kitchen.
Odette would do the crime,
but she didn't want to do the time.
So she created a "Faux-dette"
to do her dirty work for her.
A job that I bet
paid very well.
Maybe a wild night on the town
brings Odette to the strip club,
where she sees Barbra,
all of Barbra.
And she realizes,
with a little work,
Barbra could be the perfect double for her,
doing all the
unpleasant jobs
that Odette simply couldn't
be bothered to do.
Community service hours,
drug tests...
And with a little training
and some surgical tweaks,
Barbra could do even more.
Like meetings with
Odette's business manager,
or boring luncheons
with her Aunt Margaret.
And nobody in Odette's inner circle
could have known about the ruse.
So that when
the train crashed,
Barbra saw her chance
to go from understudy
to leading lady
and she took it.
Okay, so that explains
the transition,
but we still don't
know who killed her.
Maybe we do.
It would have to be
someone that knew Odette
was actually Barbra
when he saw her on TV.
Someone who was looking
to cash in on her new life.
Someone like Barbra's boyfriend, Jason.
I'm telling you, this is crazy.
I didn't kill anybody!
BECKETT: Here's what
I think happened.
You realized that
Barbra didn't die
in that train accident.
She was alive.
And living as Odette Morton,
which meant she was very rich.
You knew her secret,
and you wanted to be rich, too.
But Barbra wasn't the kind of girl
to claw her way into the good life
and then be taken advantage
of by the likes of you.
She rejected you,
and so you shot her.
See, this is why
I didn't come forward.
I knew you'd suspect me.
We suspect people
with motive, Jason.
(SIGHS) You got it wrong.
Barbra came to me.
Two weeks ago, she showed up on my
doorstep and told me the whole story.
Barbra had everything she could want.
A perfect life.
Why would she risk it all
by getting in touch with you?
Because she missed me.
And Odette's life wasn't as
perfect as Barbra thought.
Barbra was lonely and she
wanted to get back together.
She told me she had found out
some stuff about Odette.
Secrets from her past.
What kind of secrets?
I don't know, but she said
if anyone found out,
it would all
be over for her.
You think this secret
got her killed?
She said she could use it
to her advantage.
She just needed more information.
Information was leverage.
It would protect her.
But she had
to move fast.
And she didn't
move fast enough.
JASON: Barbra had been dancing
since she was a little kid
and all she ever wanted
was to be a star on Broadway.
And she was so close.
So it wasn't something from her
own past that got Barbra killed.
It was something
from Odette's.
Okay, so a week
before her death,
Barbra, as Odette, is acting odd,
she's missing rehearsals...
She seeks out her ex,
tells him that Odette's
perfect life isn't so perfect,
and that there's something in
Odette's past that's a problem.
Right, so she needs information.
So where does she go?
Suzanne Steiner. Remember Barbra
met her for coffee the day she died.
She wanted to talk to
Suzanne about old times.
SUZANNE: I'm not sure
what help I can be.
Odette seemed fine
the day that I saw her.
Mmm-hmm.
I keep forgetting
that she wasn't Odette.
The resemblance
was remarkable.
You said that she
wanted to reminisce?
How close were
the two of you?
Well, my dad was the butler in her
grandfather's home for 20 years,
so we practically
grew up together.
And what did she
want to talk about?
Well, she asked
about her grandfather,
well,
Odette's grandfather.
Mmm-hmm.
She talked about
how close they had been.
And then she asked about
the day that he died.
He died in his sleep,
didn't he?
Yeah, yeah.
He was 98.
It was odd that she asked because
I wasn't there, but she was.
Odette was,
along with my father.
And when I reminded her of that,
she asked about my dad.
She said she wanted
to catch up with him.
Do you know if the two
of them ever spoke?
Well, I gave her his number,
but I'm not sure what happened.
(ESPOSITO GRUNTING)
It's not coming off.
It's like it soldered
itself onto my hand.
CASTLE: Maybe it's
possessed, you know?
Like some kind of a cursed object
from a Stephen King story?
How can I tell my wife that I'm
not wearing my wedding ring
because I lent it to
Esposito as an experiment
to see if strippers
would flirt with me?
Maybe she'll see
the humor in it.
Not a chance.
You're a dead man.
So Charles Carson.
Former butler to Odette's late grandfather.
No record, but get this,
his name rang a bell.
So I looked up the guest list from
Wednesday's taping and he's on it.
Odette called in a last minute
ticket request for Mr. Carson.
So he was at the show.
Yes. Security has him
going through at 2:15.
But after that,
no one remembers seeing him.
Okay, so Suzanne
said that Faux-dette
wanted to talk about the day
her grandfather died.
What if this was the secret
that Barbra was on to?
What if Graham Morton
didn't die of natural causes,
and she felt somehow Charles Carson
here had something to do with it?
We need to see Graham
Morton's autopsy report.
Based on my reading
of the coroner's report,
I can see why Graham Morton's death
was ruled natural causes. However...
Ooh!
There's a "however."
A very big "however."
Tell them.
There were some anomalies
I found suspicious.
Evidence of petechiae
in both eyes.
Fresh bruising on the right side of Mr.
Morton's nose,
which could have
happened if, say,
someone was holding
a pillow over his face.
All in all, I think
there is ample evidence
that Mr. Morton
was murdered.
Ample?
Murdered.
I am just so proud.
Dad. Work.
Boundaries. Right.
One more thing.
When I requested the file be sent over,
the clerk told me that I was
the second person this week
to ask for it.
Odette Morton was
there on Tuesday.
So Barbra realized Odette's
grandfather was murdered,
and must have thought
Carson, the butler,
had something
to do with it.
And then when Carson figured out that
Barbra knew too much, he killed her.
We're gonna bring him in
first thing in the morning.
And arrest him
for a double murder.
Good morning.
Speak for yourself.
Oh, Richard!
I really messed up.
I just let my ego
get the better of me.
Now Oona Marconi is never
gonna endorse my school.
She'll probably write something
negative just out of spite.
Well, there is a chance you
can still turn this around,
but are you willing
to apologize to someone
who doesn't really
deserve it?
Darling, I don't think a simple
apology is gonna get me out of this.
Then in the wise words
of Don Vito Corleone,
(MIMICKING VITO CORLEONE)
you need to make her
an offer she can't refuse.
And if there is anything...
(CLEARS THROAT)
(NORMAL VOICE) If there's anything
I can do to help, you let me know.
I will. I will.
BECKETT: Mr. Carson, you worked for
Graham Morton for over 25 years.
I understand that you were
very close with his grandkids.
Well, as close
as one could be,
while still maintaining the
employer-servant relationship.
So when the victim
called you
and invited you to
the Night of Dance
taping on Wednesday,
you said yes.
I was delighted.
She asked me
to meet her afterwards,
said that she had
a question for me,
but, of course, as you know,
they canceled the show,
and I didn't find out until the
next day what had happened.
I had no idea that
that girl wasn't Odette.
And no idea why
she wanted to talk to me.
She wanted to talk to you about
the day that Graham Morton died.
Why would she
care about that?
CASTLE: It seems she
had some evidence
that Mr.
Morton didn't die of natural causes.
I don't understand.
Are you saying that he was murdered?
You were at the house that day,
weren't you?
Oh, good Lord!
You don't think that I had...
You were the person closest to him.
You had ample opportunity.
We've seen the will.
He left you a generous bequest.
I would never have
hurt Mr. Morton.
But that woman,
the woman who pretended to be Odette,
she might be right
about his death.
In fact, it's possible that she
believed that I knew something.
Tell me, how did
Mr. Morton die?
Was he smothered?
Why would you
ask that?
The month he died,
there was tension in the household.
Odette was seeing someone of whom Mr.
Morton did not approve.
Do you know who?
No, but he ordered
her to break it off.
And then, of course,
that day Odette was crying.
She spent most of
the morning in her room.
At about 1:00, Mr.
Morton said that he wanted to take a nap.
So I cleared the bed of all the pillows,
he preferred a flat surface.
Now, a few moments later, there was
a commotion down in the kitchen.
Odette had put a sandwich
in the toaster oven too long,
and it had caused
a small fire.
We put it out, and then I went back
upstairs to check on Mr. Morton
and he was dead.
And that's when
I noticed it.
Noticed what?
A pillow, on the bed.
And I was sure that
I had taken them all off.
So I told Odette
about it,
but she said my mind was
playing tricks on me, so I let it go.
Mr.
Carson, when you were in the kitchen,
was there ever a moment that
Odette was out of your sight?
No.
I knew
she was innocent.
She wasn't innocent.
She was a distraction.
Odette got you
down to the kitchen
while her accomplice went and
murdered her grandfather.
And then when Barbra Landau
figured out the truth,
the accomplice
murdered her, too.
BECKETT: Thank you for coming in,
Mr. Lynchberg.
Mr. Lynchberg, being the
Morton family financial advisor,
that must give you
pretty good insight
into their personal
lives, right?
Well, looking at what
people spend their money on,
you get to know
folks pretty well.
And how well
did you know Odette?
As well as any
of my clients.
And given the lectures that I
gave her about her lifestyle,
maybe more so.
We understand about the
time her grandfather died,
Odette was
dating someone,
someone her grandfather
didn't approve of.
Well, that's not surprising.
The two of them rarely saw eye to eye.
This boyfriend.
Do you remember who he was?
No. Why?
Well, because we think that
he conspired with Odette
to kill her grandfather,
and then he killed Barbra
when she was on the verge
of figuring it all out.
You're sure you
don't remember?
Well, we just spoke with Odette's brother,
and he remembers.
In fact he remembers
it being you.
He said that the two of you
wanted to get married,
but Odette's grandfather
threatened to cut her off.
CASTLE: Now,
a girl like Odette,
she can never be happy
living off a meager,
six-figure salary
like yours.
She needed to inherit.
But that old man
refused to die.
So she convinced
you to go upstairs
and smother him
to death with a pillow,
while she created a distraction
in the kitchen. Problem solved.
Except once she had her money,
she left you.
Went back to her
partying lifestyle.
She used you. But there wasn't
anything you could do about it.
At least not without
admitting to the murder.
You can't prove that.
His death wasn't even ruled a homicide.
No, but Barbra
Landau's was.
Uniforms found this .9 millimeter in
the dumpster behind your offices.
Ballistics match.
This is the same gun that was
used to kill Barbra Landau.
And it's got your
fingerprints all over it.
Last month,
when her credit card bills were so high,
I thought she was slipping
back into her old ways.
And I said to her,
"We didn't risk everything to get this money
"so you could let it
ruin your life."
And she looked at me
and I could tell she had no
idea what I was talking about.
In that moment,
I knew that she wasn't my Odette.
And that's how
she got onto you.
So this Barbra told me that if I kept
her secret, she would keep mine.
She thought
we were even.
She thought that she could
just take the place of Odette.
What was I
supposed to do?
Just let some dirty stripper live in
her house and wear her clothes,
and blackmail me?
Odette deserved better.
What's going on?
I was just thinking how we rely on
dreams to keep us going in life,
and how sad it is when they become
the things that tear us down.
Yeah, well,
that might be the case for Barbra Landau,
but not for everyone with
dreams that didn't come true.
I mean, take Lanie,
for instance.
She wanted to be a dancer,
she became a doctor.
That's not so bad,
is it?
Hmm. What about you?
I mean, I know you became a cop
because your mother was murdered,
but there had to be
something before that.
What did little Kate Beckett
want to be when she grew up?
At Stanford,
I was pre-law.
So your dream was to argue a
case before the Supreme Court.
Mmm-hmm. Yep, I was on my way to
becoming the first female Chief Justice.
Wow! Not bad.
ESPOSITO: It won't...
You know what?
I'm late for my stripper date.
What? Whoa.
No, no, no.
I cannot go home again without
that ring on my finger tonight.
My couch has a loose spring.
My back...
Wait, did you try soap?
Yeah.
Yeah, it was, like,
the first thing we did.
Cooking spray?
I didn't think about cooking spray.
Where am I gonna find cooking spray?
Here.
It's like silk.
That might work.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I think it's coming.
Yeah.
(RING CLATTERS)
At least it's off
my finger, so...
Oona, thank you
so much for stopping by.
Thank you, Martha.
And I'll be sure to find a few
inches of column space
to mention
your little school.
Good. Thank you.
I really appreciate that, dear.
Richard, good.
You're just in time to say goodbye to Oona.
Oh. How nice
to see you again.
It's lovely
to see you as well.
And I look forward
to hearing from you.
Hearing from...
Well, I know you're
in a hurry, dear.
And, I'll call you.
We will have lunch.
Yes. Yes.
Bye-bye.
(VOCALIZES)
All's well
that ends well.
Mother, why would Oona Marconi be
looking forward to hearing from me?
Well, you did say if there is
any way that you could help...
That you should
let me know.
Exactly what did you promise
her without asking me first?
That you would
read her novel.
Oh, Mother!
And critique it,
and give it to your publisher.
It is the inspiring story
of a young woman's journey
from department store clerk to
world-renowned Broadway star!
Chick lit? Mother,
this is really not my...
Oh, and darling, when you give
her your thoughts, do be kind.
Because it's always been
her dream to be a novelist.
Be kind.
For you, Mother,
I can be kind.