Castle (2009–2016): Season 4, Episode 8 - Heartbreak Hotel - full transcript

You were told what would happen

if you came back here.

Hmm. The last time I saw you in your P.J.s
after 8:00 A.M.,

I think you were 4.

We're off today.

Teachers' retreat.

I didn't feel like getting dressed.

This wouldn't have anything
to do with Ashley, would it?

Did I do the right thing,

breaking up with him?

Oh, sweetie. I don't know.

That's something only you can answer.

It sucks.

I miss him a lot.

Yeah, well, you're not
doing yourself any favors,

sitting around reading
"Pride and Prejudice."

That's just gonna make it worse.

You might as well be listening to Adele.

Hey, she totally gets it,
and so does Jane Austen.

You know what you need?

A new life?

A distraction.

And it just so happens,

I know the perfect post-breakup routine.

Tonight you and I

go get chili-cheese dogs
from gray's papaya.

We smuggle them into a double
feature at the Angelika.

I know you mean well,

but I don't think going out
with my dad is going to...

make me feel better.

Well, how about just a low-key
evening with your girlfriends?

You guys can have a John Hughes' marathon

and fill out a "Cosmo" quiz.

Dad, the '80s just called.
It wants its plan back.

Come on. Gram's upstate.

She's doing some spa retreat.
She'll be out of your hair.

And I can make myself scarce.

A few of my friends have been
suggesting a girls' night.

Maybe I'll call 'em.

No maybe. You're going to call them,

and you're going to have a great time.

And if that's the '80s, tell
them they can have "Cosmo"...

But I'm keeping John Hughes.

And if it's Beckett?

Thank you.

Ooh. The Sapphire. In Atlantic City?

I love that place. All right.
Who's our victim?

Is it a showgirl, some
big-money high roller?

No, our victim is Sam Siegel,

co-owner of the Sapphire,

where you're always a winner.

Yeah, not always, by the looks of things.

Guy cashed in his chips
between 9:00 and 11:00.

Took a small caliber to the chest.

Muzzle flash burned his shirt
at the point of entry.

The shooter was standing close.

Mm-hmm. Close enough to
give him a bloody lip

before pulling the trigger.

So what's a guy like Siegel doing in

an abandoned delivery dock in New York City

at that time of night?

Must have been something important enough

for him to drive down from Atlantic City.

You know, the man owned a casino.

A guy like that, you'd
think he'd have a driver.

Especially since he was expecting trouble.

He came heavy.

It's a .357 Magnum

with all six still asleep in the cylinder.

He didn't even pull it
out of the glove box.

If he did.
We'd be standing over the other guy.

Yeah, you gotta know when to hold 'em

and know when to fold 'em.

Know when to walk away,
and know when to run.

Got it. Detective Esposito,

a little respect, please.
I mean, there is a dead body here.

What'd I do?

You broke up with her.

We broke up with each other.
That's different.

Yeah, you'd think it'd be different,

but no. Will you tell him?

No, I told you.
I'm staying out of this one.

All right, guys,

call the Sapphire, get
some background on Siegel,

and look for surveillance cameras

or security guards that
might have seen something.

Women.

You sure you want to spend the
rest of your life with one?

Uh, yeah. Mine likes me.

Ooh, speaking of Atlantic City,

perfect place for a bachelor party.

Ooh. That's what I'm talking about, bro.

We could rent one of these right here,

hit the casino, maybe the club.

Uh, I-I was thinking more
along the lines of...

Camping trip.

Huh?

Oh, you were... oh.

Uh, first of all,

no.

Second, it's not up to you.

The bachelor party is
strictly best man territory.

And by the way, your big date is what,

like two months away?

So you need to officially tell the guy

so that he can start planning something.

I still got some time.

Um, I-I'm gonna go check on those cameras.

What the...

Did you see that?

He just sidestepped me.

What's that about?

It's almost as though
the thought of marriage

fills him with an impending sense of doom.

Oh, no, wait. That's me.

Nav system?

Yeah, and it looks like Siegel made a stop

just before he got here.

537 West End Avenue.

Looks like Sam's got a
friend here in Manhattan.

Sam Siegel, 46 years old,

got his start in real estate development,

and then he went on to launch

the Sapphire Coast Resort
and Casino in 1999.

You don't come to be a casino owner

without making enemies.

Look at Moe Greene in "The Godfather."

And this guy seems to
be a stand-up citizen.

He has a foundation that gives money to

charities and public schools.

All right, check with the
staff at the casino.

See if he had any meetings
here in Manhattan

and find out what time
he left Atlantic City.

All right.

You know, if someone asked to meet me

at an abandoned warehouse
in the dead of night,

I'd pass.

I've written that scene enough
times to know how it ends.

Hey, that address that was on Siegel's GPS?

Turns out it's a building where
his ex-wife Rebecca lives.

How long have they been divorced?

About six months.

Recent enough for there to
still be hard feelings.

Mm. Well, according to the neighbors,

very hard feelings.

There was a report of a
loud argument last night,

and neighbors said they saw
Siegel leaving her place

just after 8:30.

That's just before he was killed.

Yeah, we argued, but I didn't kill him.

Was it normal for him to come
and see you after the divorce?

No.

In fact, I hadn't seen him in months.

We don't really get along anymore.

What were the two of you fighting about?

Ms. Siegel?

He said he was in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

He wouldn't say,

but he wanted me to sign
over an investment property

that was still in both of our names--

a building here in Queens,

just a store and some apartments.

I don't know why, but...

He was very worked up about it.

He offered me $1.5 million

for my share, which is as much
as the whole place was worth.

He said his life depended on it.

So this building...

He offered you full price

of $1.5 million instead of
half, and you still said no?

I didn't know.
I thought he was working an angle.

I told him I couldn't sign
anything without my lawyer.

And after Sam left your place last night,

what'd you did?

I was in my apartment for
the rest of the evening.

So the doorman confirms
the ex-wife's story.

She was in her apartment all night.

Detective Beckett,

I just received a call from
the mayor of Atlantic City.

Mr. Siegel's death is front-page news.

They're asking about suspects.

Yes, sir. So are we.

Well, how about the property

he asked his ex to sign over to him?

Anything on that?

Um, just that the victim purchased it

a year and a half ago

and paid cash for the full amount.

Yeah, the real estate agent was
surprised anyone bought it.

It had been on the market for...
quite a while.

Just got off the phone
with Sam Siegel's office.

Apparently, he didn't leave
Atlantic City alone last night.

There was no indication of
a passenger in his car.

Not a passenger.

A driver.

Around 6:30, one of Sam's
regular drivers, Ralph Marino,

picked him up in front of the casino

and drove him to New York City.

And where is he now?

No one knows.
He didn't show up for work today.

Which means he's either
floating in the Hudson...

Or he's involved.

Well, what do we know about Mr. Marino?

Well, he's no boy scout, that's for sure.

Background check shows felony racketeering

and assault charges.

Put out an all points on Ralph Marino.

I'll have our brethren in
Atlantic City do the same.

You boys head down to Atlantic City

to Siegel's casino.

Talk to Marino's friends and coworkers

and see if any of them can shine
some light on his whereabouts.

Meanwhile, Beckett,

you run point from here, get
unis canvassing for Marino,

and figure out why in the
hell Siegel was so desperate

to get control over that
property in Queens.

Yes, sir. Come on, Castle.

Oh, uh, captain gates said

the boys are going to Atlantic City.

Yeah, I don't think she meant you.

Actually, that's my call.

You're with them.

Besides, detective,

I'm looking forward to seeing
what you can do without him.

What are you doing?

What does it look like?

Did you think I was gonna
pass up a road trip

to the Boardwalk Empire,

the east coast epicenter
of dancing, gambling,

showgirls, and sin?

You do realize, we're going
there to investigate a murder,

don't you?

Gentlemen, if I have learned one thing,

it's to not let a little thing like murder

get in the way of having a good time.

And also, shotgun.

♪ Castle 4x08 ♪
Heartbreak Hotel
Original Air Date on November 8, 2011

== Encoded, Synced & Corrected by
$H@uN ==

Hey, Alexis. I hope you're not answering

because you are busy
planning your girls' night.

Anyway, I'm going out of town on a case,

and we may just be spending the night.

Yeah. So I'll call and I'll check on you.

Love you. Bye.

Come on, Castle.
We are not spending the night.

How can you say that?

And maybe Ralph Marino will
be very difficult to find,

and I think we should start
looking at the craps tables.

Yeah. Oh, I'm starting to
understand why you ditched Beckett.

A-and for the record,
the one guy in this car

who's not a real cop is not
allowed to call shotgun.

Called it fair and square.

Maybe Castle's right.

I mean, if--since we're gonna be there,

we might as well consider the Sapphire

as a potential bachelor party venue.

I'm so happy you said
that, because there are

a number of establishments down there

that cater to bachelor party events.

I think maybe we should
take a little sampling.

No, no, no.

We are not sampling any clubs.

What?

Come on, bro.
Why are you stalling us on this?

Look, Javier, I-I...

I got some bad news.

I had to ask Jenny's half-brother Nelson

to be my best man.

Nelson?

That guy I met at your birthday party?

16, with braces, couldn't stop
talking about being a mathlete.

It was a family thing.
I-I didn't have a choice.

Yeah, you did.

No, actually, when it comes to weddings,

uh, you don't. Trust me.

You do not want to start a
marriage with a family feud.

This sucks.
I know.

And I was gonna give you
an awesome send-off, bro.

I know.

Well, boys, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry it had to come to this.

I didn't want it to, but it
looks like we have no choice.

There is no other way.

I.B.P.W.O.C.

Impromptu bachelor party while on case.

Ah, you smell that?

That is the smell of hopes,

dreams, and endless opportunities.

Not to be confused with cigarette smoke,

day drinking, and desperation.

Well, that's the great
thing about casinos--

no clocks, no windows, and no judgments.

How you doin'?

Maybe we should stay the night.

What?

Detective Ryan, NYPD.

I'm here to investigate Mr. Siegel's death.

The concierge is right over there.

Nadine.

Gentlemen, welcome to the Sapphire.

I'm Nadine, the personal concierge.

We're all devastated to learn about Sam.

We're supposed to meet Sam's
business partner--- Charlie Turner.

We need to talk to him about
one of your employees.

He asked me to escort you to his table.
Follow me.

And if you have any other
questions about the hotel,

don't hesitate to ask.

Uh, actually, now that you mention it,

I'm curious, who's playing
on the main stage?

Just in case we have time
to squeeze in a show.

Well, we're hosting

an Elvis impersonators
convention this weekend,

so we're only featuring carrot top.

Carrot top? I haven't seen him perform

since his crazy makeover.

It'll be like a new show.

Well? Uh, no luck so far on Marino.

A.C.P.D. said that he's
not at his apartment,

nothing turned up on the canvass.

What about the building in Queens?

Well, online search shows that
there's no liens or lawsuits,

so there doesn't seem to be
anything unusual about it.

Keep digging.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, look, detective,

I know you're probably
thinking that I have you here

as some kind of punishment.

You're a good cop, but I
think you can be better

if you minimize the distractions.

Hell of a thing, losing Sam.

You know, he and I started out
in this business together?

We built this place from the ground up.

Do you have any idea what
Sam was doing in New York?

Wasn't like him. He hated the city.

Yo, Tommy.

Good to see you back.

Anything you need, let me know.

You know what I need?
I need my luck to change.

I'm sure it will.

Big whale, lots of dough.

What about Sam's driver
last night--Ralph Marino?

What can you tell us about him?

Not much. He drove me a couple of times.

Here's his personnel file, like you asked.

Honestly, after what happened between them,

I don't know why Sam kept him around.

Well, what happened?

Mr. Turner, sorry to interrupt.

Facial recognition got a
hit on a card counter.

Table six, purple shirt.

Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet

my security tech Daniel Sullivan.

The same software you guys
use to track terrorists,

we use to track low-life thieves.

Security escort, table number six,

purple striped shirt--
guy's counting cards.

Looks like you run a tight ship.

Everybody thinks they can beat the house.

If you don't lay down the
law, they'll rob you blind.

Well, you said something
happened between Ralph and Sam.

What was that?

About a week ago,

the two of them had a scuffle at the bar.

About what? Sam asked this dancer to, uh...

blow on his dice.

Turns out, she was Ralph's girl.

Oops.

Yeah, Sam was always a ladies' man,

and a lot of those ladies
were already spoken for.

It seems like he was on a
little hot streak lately.

But that's the thing about luck, huh?

I won!

It changes.

Thank you very much, Mr. Turner.

We may need to interview some
of your staff while we're here.

Of course.

Nadine can help you with whatever you need.

All right. Thanks.

Guys...

Ralph listed--as his emergency
contact--his cousin.

Guess where he lives.

Where?

New York City.
Eight blocks from our crime scene.

Great place for Ralph to hide out.

Going somewhere, Mr. Marino?

Hey! Hey! Hold it.

Show us your hands, now.

I know how it looks.

But I swear to God and my
mother, I didn't kill him.

That's why you run away
from me with 9-millimeter

tucked in your pants,
'cause you're innocent?

Come on, Ralph.

We know that you and Sam
weren't on the best of terms.

He and I were square.
I would never hurt him.

Look, all I did was drive him.
I wasn't there when he was shot.

Why not? You were his driver.

So what did you do, go
for a midnight stroll?

As a matter of fact, yeah.

A-after he spoke to his ex,
he told me to take him out

to this abandoned warehouse
on the other side of town.

He said there was someone
he needed to meet.

He said he needed to meet him alone.

Who?
Don't know.

Sam gave me 500 bucks, told
me to find my own way home,

so I-I crashed at my cousin's place.

And this morning, I-- I hear
what happened on the radio.

I figured, with my record,
folks would be looking at me.

Did you see anybody else
there before you left?

Black S.U.V. drove up to the dock

just as I was leaving, but I
didn't see who was inside.

Ballistics is checking your 9.

You better hope it's not a match.

What do you think?

I think he's not stupid enough to kill Sam,

knowing it'll just point right back at him.

So Sam drove up to New York

to secure the property in
Queens from his ex-wife

and then went to the docks
to meet with someone.

Sounds like someone was
expecting the property,

and when Sam couldn't
deliver, they killed him.

Why? What's so special about that property?

Ladies, thank you so much.

You have no idea.
These will not go to waste.

Thank you. All right. All right.

It was not easy, but I did it.

I managed to get three front-row seats

to the burlesque show at the Borgata,

also reservations at a premium table

at the X Club with bottle service.

Sweet. What'd you guys come up with?

Well, Sam's assistant didn't know anything

about the property in Queens,

but she did remember something
odd about yesterday.

Apparently, Sam followed his
usual morning routine--

he had a massage in the
hotel, then a meeting

with his casino manager,

then after lunch, he came
back with a bloody lip.

How'd he get it?

Well, Sam was evasive,
but his assistant said,

it looked like someone hit him.

So Sam gets punched, and soon after,

he rushes off to New York,

frantically trying to get that property.

Then he's shot dead.

Well, it's gotta be connected.

The problem is, we don't
know who threw that punch.

I think I know how we can find out.

You said yesterday at 2:00 P.M.?

Yeah, that's correct.

It'll take a second for facial recognition

to pick out Mr. Siegel in all the footage.

Do you keep former guests in the system?

Sure do. That's how we
flag gamblers with priors.

What about me? Let's see.
Richard... Castle.

Oh, resident, New York City...

Mm-hmm.

Disorderly conduct, resisting
arrest in 2003, and, uh,

apparently last time you
were at the Sapphire,

you accidentally

set a mattress on fire,

and the drapes were covered in jam.

Yeah. That was a fun night.

Check.

Ah, here he is.

That's Mr. Siegel,

leaving the elevator at 2:00 P.M.

He already has a bloody lip.
Can you back that up to earlier?

Sir, am I interrupting?

Just running background on the
tenants in the Queens building.

I-I think I might know why
someone wanted Sam dead.

According to his bank, Sam
wired over $10 million

out of the Sapphire's
business account yesterday,

wiping it clean.

$10 million?
Wh-where did he transfer it to?

To an offshore account in the Caymans.

Beckett.

So here he is, parting
ways with the pit boss

at one of the tables.

No bloody lip yet. Let it play, please.

Is there another angle on that?

That's Charlie Turner,
Sam's business partner.

Why would Charlie attack Sam?

I think I know.

That was Beckett.

Sam Siegel's been
embezzling from the casino.

He's ripped 'em off for millions.

Sounds like Sam was
trying to beat the house.

And Charlie laid down the law.

Something you forgot to tell us, Charlie?

Business partners have disputes.

Doesn't mean anything.

What was it about?

The thread count on the new sheets.

Not the 10-plus million that
Sam stole from the casino?

You knew he was embezzling.

Okay, yeah, I knew. So?

So it's 10 million motives for murder.

You know, you may have noticed,

we have a few cameras here at the casino.

Take a look.

I was here, not in New
York, killing my partner.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

'Cause that right hook kinda
looks like a warning to me.

Yeah, you know, this town...

If you're not careful,
it corrupts your soul.

Sam and I were partners 20 years,

and still, he thinks it's
okay to steal from me?

When I saw he'd transferred
the $10 million out,

I found him on the casino floor,

and he denied even knowing about it.

Can you believe it? So I punched him,

and I told him, friend or no friend,

he better have that money
back in my account,

or he'd never walk again.

So I must have scared him,

because I get a call a few
hours later, and he said

he'd have the money back
in my account today.

And now it's today.

And my friend is dead, and
the money's still gone.

So the boys checked security footage,

and they said that Charlie
was on the casino floor

the whole night.

He could've paid someone.

Yeah, but why would he kill
Sam before he got his money?

And if Sam actually stole something,

why wasn't he on a plane to Barbados?

Why was he wasting his time
coming up to New York?

And how is all this connected
to the property in Queens?

I think we're missing something.

There's some piece of the
puzzle that'll help make

all of Sam's seemingly
random actions make sense.

Actually, that's something

that Castle's pretty good at,

taking a look at what we have

and then helping to find that piece.

Mr. Castle likes to throw

a whole lot of crazy
theories against the wall.

Real detectives don't have that luxury.

It's our job to look at the facts.

The bank report indicates that
Sam moved the money at 9:47 A.M.

via electronic transfer on their web site.

Now if we can find out who Sam talked to

or met with right before that,

we could maybe figure out what's going on.

9:47?
Yes.

Sam's assistant has him...

At a massage.

Yeah, Mr. Siegel had an hour
session yesterday at 9:00.

Why?

Well, we need to know if Sam made

or received any phone calls
or perhaps any visitors

during his session.

No. He was very focused on the service.

Amber, we know he went online at 9:47.

We just need to know if he
made contact with anybody

right before or right after.

I told you, he wasn't on the
phone and he wasn't online.

Well, what with mobile devices
being so small and slim,

perhaps he had it in his hand.

His hands were otherwise occupied.

Oh. Oh. I get it.

That--that kind of massage.

So then Sam didn't make the transfer.

He didn't steal the money.
Somebody stole it from him.

Uh, Amber, we need to know if, um,

perhaps there was anything, uh,

maybe, unusual about the appointment.

The only thing that seemed odd was that

Nadine called that morning
to confirm the appointment.

Nadine-- the personal concierge?

Why was that unusual?

Mr. Siegel's assistant usually
books the appointment.

This was the first time Nadine ever called.

Wait a minute.

Did you say her name was Nadine Espinoza?

Yeah, the concierge.
That name mean anything to you?

Uh, Espinoza

is the last name of one of the tenants

in Sam's building in Queens-- uh...

Teresa and Juan.

They run the bodega on the ground floor,

and they have a daughter named Nadine.

That's our connection.

Ryan, bring her in.

Yes, sir.

Nadine's supervisor said
she left her office

ten minutes ago, claimed she
needed to go home sick.

Well, there's a chance we can
catch her outside. Let's go.

There she is.

Oh, my God! Stop! Hey!

No! No! Help!

Hey! Hey!

What the...

We're not gonna be seeing
carrot top tonight, are we?

Yeah, so, honey, it turns out

I am going to be stuck here
for the rest of the night.

Well, is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, just--

the case just got a little complicated.

But I want you to have a great time tonight

with your girlfriends.

I will, if you promise to be safe.

Deal. Love you.

Love you, too.

Hey, Jules. Come on in.

I've got my fave "get
over a breakup" snack,

and a kick-ass chick flick--
"Bridesmaids," of course.

Okay. Uh, the girls are on their way,

and it turns out, my dad's out of town,

so we have the whole place to ourselves.

Cool.

By the way, Mena said her
boyfriend might swing by

and drop of her jacket.

Isn't he friends with Brian from homeroom?

Hot-as-hell Brian?
Yeah.

I think they're doing a
bros' night at the movies.

Well, maybe we could invite them over, too,

all watch a movie here.

Brian?
Yeah.

He's, like, a total jock.

Completely the opposite of your type.

I know.

He's so... not Ashley.

I'll text Mena.

So Beckett says the plates
on the S.U.V. came back as stolen.

Most likely the same S.U.V.
that was spotted

coming out of that abandoned
warehouse where Sam was killed.

If it's the same car, why
would they want Nadine?

Because whatever this is,
Nadine is knee-deep in it.

Try neck-deep.

A.C.P.D. let me check in to that
laptop in Nadine's work bag.

I checked her browser history.

Guess who paid a visit to the
New Reserve Bank web site

yesterday at 9:47 A.M.?

Nadine's our thief?

Yep, our concierge pulled quite a score.

She logged in with Sam's
account information

and transferred the 10 mil.

So whoever took her is after the money.

They tried to get it from Sam.
When that didn't work,

they killed him, and now
they've gone for Nadine.

Okay, but we still don't
know who "they" are.

There's only one person
who makes any sense.

The guy whose money it is.

Why would I kidnap my own concierge?

Because you found out she was
the one who stole your money.

Nadine stole my money?

You can stop the theatrics.
We know you know.

Mr. Turner,

your casino maintains a
fleet of black S.U.V.s

to shuttle around your high-rollers.

All the casinos do.
That doesn't prove anything.

Well, then you won't
mind if we inspect them.

Just to make sure they're
all accounted for.

We're done here.

Excuse me?

You people are here from another state.

You have no jurisdiction
and you have no warrant,

and I believe I've tolerated
your presence long enough.

Get out of my casino.

Are you kidding?

Do I look like I'm kidding?

I want you to leave. Now.

Can he do that?

What? How did you guys get kicked out?

Turns out Charlie's version

of full cooperation isn't all that full.

The only reason he kicked us out

is because he's behind the whole thing.

Yeah, but kidnap somebody
right in front of his casino?

That's a bit bold.

If he knew it was her, why would he wait?

Why didn't he just grab her in the casino

while she was on shift?

Yeah, I mean, he did
seem genuinely surprised

when we told him it was Nadine.

Maybe he didn't know.

Yeah, but he's the only one with motive.

Well, not necessarily.

What if someone else knew what Nadine did

and wanted the money?

How would they find out?

Maybe Nadine told 'em.

I mean, that would explain
the phone records.

How so?

Listen, I pulled her phone history.

She called a number inside the
casino immediately before

and after making that transfer at 9:47.

I tracked down the extension
to a-a Daniel Sullivan.

Daniel? That's Charlie's security guy.

That would explain

how Nadine got ahold of Sam's passwords.

Daniel is her partner.

He's got eyes and ears
all over that casino.

All right. See what he knows.

We can't.

He's inside the casino,

and their security won't let us back in.

Okay, sit tight. I'm driving down.

No. No, no.
Beckett, you don't have to do that.

No, no, we got-- we
really have-- we got it.

Yeah, she's gone.

So I told coach, if I'm open on the 3,

the point guard better feed me.

That's really interesting.

But did you have to invite
half the team over?

I like your hair. It's...

Red.

Will you excuse me for a sec?

Hey, I need to talk to you.

Can it wait a second?
I think someone just broke the blender.

Who are all these people?

Jamie Cruz just posted
an update on Facebook

that you're having a party.

What? He's kind of a loser, though,

so I'm--I'm sure he doesn't
have that many friends.

Yeah. I mean, how many people
are just sitting at home

waiting to hear about a party?

This is the worst impromptu
bachelor party while on case ever.

This is humiliating.

We're homicide detectives with the NYPD.

Unfortunately, we're in New Jersey.

At least we're not on a ticking clock

because a woman's been kidnapped.

Oh, wait. We are.

There's gotta be some
other way we can get in.

What if I told you, I could
get us back in the hotel,

past security, all...

While circumventing facial recognition?

How the hell are you gonna do that?

Thank you. Thank you very much.

How do you know she wasn't
talking to me? Well--

What, Elvis can't be brown?

I'm Elvez.

Hey. How you doin'?

What the hell?

We'd like a word about Nadine.

You're joking, right?

Does it look like we're joking?

Okay. Why are you guys dressed like that?

A better question is,

why did Nadine call you at 9:48 yesterday?

You know about that?

We know you two were partners.

Who took her?

Who was in the S.U.V.?

I don't know.

I... this wasn't supposed to happen.

Are you guys saying that
you accidentally stole

$10 million

from Charlie and Sam?

No, we didn't steal it.

We were--we were using it as leverage.

To get Sam to hand over

that building in Queens for her parents.

Yeah, but it-- it's not why you think.

Nadine and I started
dating a few months ago.

We're in love.

We wanted to start over, move somewhere,

but Sam wouldn't let her go.

They were an item?

No, only in his mind.

She refused all of his advances,
but he wouldn't stop.

Why didn't she report him?

Because this was his casino.

Nobody would've taken her seriously.

She tried to quit about a year ago.

That's when he bought her parents' building

and threatened to evict 'em
if she didn't sleep with him.

I had to do something to stop him.

So you came up with a plan
to hold the money hostage

until he turned over the deed?

He was gonna sign it over as a quitclaim,

and then I was gonna
transfer the money back.

And then Nadine would be free.

None of this explains who killed Sam.

Something about the money made Sam panic.

What do you mean?

When I called Sam to give him
instructions about the deed,

he told me, I stole the
wrong person's money.

And he told me,

when they found out, we'd all be dead.

Who was he talking about?

I don't know.

Oh, hey, guys.

Uh, we were just leaving.

This isn't the ballroom. Huh.

Let me guess. Facebook?

Twitter. You might want to just
leave this open, by the way.

There's, like, a whole bunch of people

lining up for the elevator downstairs.

Julie, this is a disaster.

Chill. It's just a party.

Have some fun for once.

Fun? I don't even know half these people.

Oh, what about, um...

Uh, Brian?

He has the I.Q. of a squirrel.

Oh, God. My dad's gonna kill me.

Please. You have the coolest dad ever.

If he were to walk in right
now, I bet he wouldn't care.

You're right. He probably wouldn't care.

The problem is, I do.

Everybody, listen up.

The party is over.

Thanks for coming, thanks for spilling,

thanks for telling every
teenager with a pulse.

Now, everybody, out.

Oh, really? Really?

If it wasn't illegal, I'd kick your ass.

Wonder where they took Castle.

You were told what would happen

if you came back here.

Now I'm not stupid enough to beat on cops,

but you, on the other hand,
are a different story.

I want my money, Mr. Castle,

so you better tell me everything you know.

I know it's not your money.

Would you excuse us?

Who told you?

No one told me.

I put the pieces together.

Sam's murder, Nadine's kidnapping,

none of it makes any sense
if it was your money.

You know what I think?

I think the money Nadine stole from you

actually belonged to someone else.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be so desperate.

So tell me, Charlie, what happened,

you and Sam take out a
loan from an institution

that doesn't offer flexible payment plans?

You borrowed money from the mob.

That's why you didn't want
us sniffing around here.

What I can't figure out is,
how could you be so stupid?

The banks weren't lending.

We needed a cash infusion, or
else we would've had to fold.

And now the money's gone.

You have any idea how bad it is

to default on a loan from the mob?

How'd they find out about Nadine?

Hell if I know.

Maybe Sam told 'em.

All I know...

Is that I need my money back.

I can get your money back for you.

But I need you to do something for me.

Who are they?

No. No way.

Come on, Charlie.

They killed Sam.

And unless they get their money
back, they're gonna kill Nadine

and then you.

Those are your cards.

Is this really how you're gonna play 'em?

Um... funny story?

We, uh, look, this is...

We can explain.

No, I'm not even sure I want to know.

It was Castle's idea.

And it worked.

I know who killed Sam.

Who?

Tommy Moretti.

He made a hard-money loan to
the Sapphire six months ago,

and it's due.

It was his money that Nadine stole.

Felony assault, attempted
murder, racketeering--

the feds have been trying
to get him for years.

He was at the bar earlier today.

He told Charlie he needed
his luck to change.

Probably a veiled threat.

What if he kills her?

Nah, he wants his money too much.

Just stick to the plan.

Charlie called Moretti, told
him to meet him at the casino,

first thing in the morning
when the banks open.

Once you turn over the $10 million,

he'll turn over Nadine.

And then we'll arrest him for Sam's murder.

And what if he smells a trap?

He won't. We'll be ready.

Here he comes.

Tommy Moretti.

The guy is a sociopath.

The problem is, with half
the city on his payroll,

no one can touch him.

You got some pretty big balls,
kid, to steal from me.

Look, I-I'm sorry, Mr. Moretti.

I had no idea you were involved.

I'll log on and transfer the funds

as soon as I see Nadine.

You got a lot of demands for a kid

who's lucky to be sucking
down air right now.

You said you'd let her go.

Okay, here's where it gets interesting.

Funny. Somehow I figured I wasn't done.

Take a seat, Mr. Moretti.
We got a few questions about Sam Siegel's murder.

You got me in a cooperative
mood, detective.

Now that I got my money back,
what can I do for you?

The night of Sam's murder,

you charged a meal at Carmine's.

That's about a mile away
from the crime scene.

That's a long way to go
for good chicken parm.

I had a craving.

For good Italian

or for the $10 million Sam stole from you?

Come on. If I had killed Sam,

you think you would've ever found the body?

The guy you're looking for ain't me.

But you were there.

Sam called me.

He said he was having
trouble repaying the loan.

So I arranged a meeting.

Yeah, at just the kind of place

guys like you like to put
bullets into guys like him.

You can't get money from a dead guy.

I'd have broken his legs and
taken his casino first.

Now see, I knew all about the blackmail.

Sam told me.

He said I had nothing to worry about

because his ex-wife had signed
over the property in Queens.

The blackmailers were
transferring the 10 mil back.

He was gonna drop off the
money in the morning,

so...

I gave him an extra 24 hours.

It was the last I saw of him.

Except Sam lied.

His ex-wife never signed.

Yeah, she did.

He showed me the signature himself.

That's the reason I gave
him the extra time.

I didn't lie.

So then what happened to the paperwork

after Sam left your apartment?

He took it with him.

That's odd.

I would've thought I would've
found it on his body.

But we didn't.

It made me wonder where it was.

Maybe the person who killed him took it.

Yeah, maybe she did.

So uniforms found this

in your apartment's trash bin.

It has your signature on it.

You did lie.

He pleaded with me...

Begged me

to sign that form.

And when I said no,

he took out his gun, put it in my mouth,

and told me, if I didn't sign the form,

he would paint the walls with my brains.

The only reason I was
able to get that divorce

was because he said I had gotten old,

that he was done with me.

And I was grateful,

grateful for a way out.

But with a man like Sam...

You're never really out.

So when he told me

that someone wanted him dead,

I thought, here's my chance.

So then what happened?

He made a call from my
phone about the meet.

After he left,

I took out the .38

that he gave me for our second anniversary,

went out the service exit.

And I hunted him down like
the vicious animal he was.

I've asked the D.A.

to look into the mitigating circumstances.

They'll take her situation

into account when they offer her a plea.

Thank you for your help on this one.

I enjoy checking out the
view from the trenches

once in a while.

Yeah, well, it helps to be
surrounded by a good team.

You mean Castle.

You said it, not me.

He's not a cop.

Yeah, but that's what makes him so good.

Well, speaking of which,

uh, where are they?

I gave them the afternoon off.

Apparently, Ryan got stuck
with an underage best man,

so the boys are giving him
the unofficial bachelor party.

I trust you'll edit

their side of the
investigation in the report.

Hey.

What happened to you?

Nothing.

Nothing. What-- what happened here?

Nothing.

Where's the, um...

Where's the little silver dog statue

that's usually on the back of the couch?

Oh, I think gram said she needed it

for set dressing for her play.

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