Castle (2009–2016): Season 8, Episode 7 - The Last Seduction - full transcript

You could have killed me!

How many times
do I have to say I'm sorry

for shooting you in the ass?

It was an accident.
When are you gonna let it go?

When I can sit on my ass
without using a pillow.

So, I take it
there's been little progress

since our last session.

No, not with his trust issues.

I don't have trust issues.

He has jealousy issues.

Okay, for the last time,
I am not jealous

that you passed
the sergeant's exam.

Tell that to the hole in my ass.

The one that he put there,
not the... I'm sorry.

Detectives, please. I'm sorry.

You two depend on each other
for your lives out there.

But from what I am seeing...

I'm sorry,
but I am going to recommend

that the two of you split up
as partners.

No, no... no. No, don't
do that, doc. No.

Yeah, there's got to be
something else that we can try.

Well...

Maybe you could use
some sort of a buffer.

A buffer?

A buffer?

Hey, boys! How is it going?

I'm sorry, Castle. Man, you can't
work this case with us, bro.

Yeah, I'm not here
about the case.

Tomorrow is the first wedding
anniversary for Beckett and me,

and I was just hoping
that you could distract her

while I set up a surprise
in her office.

I don't know, Castle.

Beckett doesn't want you
hanging around the precinct.

It's just a little surprise.

Castle, nothing you do is little.

Yeah. Probably come in
riding on an elephant.

And then he takes her
and the elephant

up in a hot air balloon.

Well, the first anniversary's paper,

but otherwise,
that's not a bad idea.

Wait a minute.

We're not arguing.

- He's our buffer.
- He's our buffer.

Uh... Let me guess...
A little trouble in therapy?

Yeah, well, we need someone
to follow us around

and keep us from fighting.

I would love to, guys,
but my schedule is just so...

We'll help you
with your little surprise.

Congratulations.
You got yourself a buffer.

Let's go solve a case.

Hello, Lanie.
You are looking lovely today.

I look lovely every day, Castle.

And no, you cannot see the body.

Why does everyone assume
I'm here about the case?

It's okay, Lanie. He's with us.

So, what do we know
about our victim?

Name's Scott McCoy.

According to neighbors,
he's an unemployed actor.

Sure had the looks for it.

At least the killer spared his face.

His body, though... Euggh.

Nine separate entry wounds.

Lividity puts the stabbing
between midnight and 2:00 A.M.

Nine entry wounds? That sounds
like a crime of passion.

Yeah, either that

or someone wanted to be
really, really sure.

And we may have an idea
of who that someone is.

The weapon was wiped clean,
but CSU found prints

on the knife block
where the killer got it.

Waiting to hear
if they're in the system.

All right, I'll follow up with CSU.

Ryan, why don't you grab a couple
of unis and start a can... vass?

What?

Oh, I get it.
I didn't say "pretty please."

I didn't say anything.

You don't have to say anything.

You just mope around
like your dog died.

Castle, you're supposed to be
our buffer. Buff.

Right. Um...

Okay, guys, role playing...

Each of you take
the other's point of view.

This is a time-tested method
of conflict resolution.

I think that's a dumb-ass idea.

You haven't even tried it yet.

Oh, no, I-I was being Espo.

Oh. That's good.

Even you have to admit
that was good, Espo.

Only, you didn't say "yo."

Yo, I just got a hit
on those prints.

Guy's name is Anton Ford...

In the system for felony assault.

Assault? Well, jeepers.

I hope he's not mean to me.
I'm very sensitive.

Oh, I get it.
Yeah, h-he's being me.

Yeah, that's pretty funny.

He did nail the walk.

Yeah, his physicality's
pretty good.

Yo, cap. We got an update
on that suspect.

Anton Ford.

Not only were his prints
all over the crime scene,

but he had a history
with our vic... Scott McCoy.

Scott's credit card makes him
a regular at a bar in midtown.

We checked... the bouncer said
that two nights ago,

Scott and Anton
got into a full-on brawl.

And that wasn't the first time
that these two went at it.

Last month, same bar,

and in each instance,
it was over a woman.

So, Anton was a lover
and a fighter.

Yeah, but apparently,
not very good at either.

Both times,
our victim kicked his ass

and went home with the girl.

Which means Anton
could have been out for revenge.

Yeah. Unis are
bringing him in now.

Hey. How are my favorite crime solvers?

Hey! What brings you here?

Oh, you said
that I could come back,

retrieve that
stolen painting... remember?

Yeah, uh, you know,
you'll just have to go

to the admin clerk
on the second floor

to fill out some paperwork.

Thanks.

Oh, and it's so nice to see

that Rick's back
working cases again.

Um... Yeah.

Uh, what makes you say
that he's working cases?

Hmm?

So, admin clerk, second floor.

Thank you.

He is our buffer.

He's your buffer?

Get the hell off me!
Go on! Take these cuffs off!

And he's our suspect.

Get the hell off me! Get off!

Go on! Take these cuffs off!
See how tough you are!

You think that badge
makes you special?!

That's our suspect?

I didn't do nothing!

How does that mountain of a man

get beaten up
by our human-size Scott?

Twice.

Hi, Castle.

Hey.

Hey. Oh, I'm not here
about the case.

I'm just, uh...

- A buffer?
- Yeah.

Yeah, they told me... Sort of.

So, what is this? For therapy?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Well, good luck
on your interview.

Oh, hey, um, Beckett, uh,
about the interview...

Would you mind doing it with me?

Three's a crowd
in an interrogation.

Sure. Fine.

We are go for operation booyah.
Repeat... we are go.

Wow.

"Little surprise,"
my wounded ass.

You got
quite the temper, Anton.

When provoked.

Is that what happened
the other night at the bar...

You were provoked?

Wait. I'm...
I'm here for a bar fight?!

Come on, man!

If you're dragging people
in here for that,

you're gonna have to arrest
half the guys in New York.

Except half the guys in New York
didn't kill Scott McCoy.

And given all of the witnesses
who saw him beat you up...

Twice.
- ...you had motive.

Plus, your fingerprints
are all over his apartment.

My fingerprints are there because...

Because...?

Because we were friends.

Oh, Scott.

Yo, Castle, you done yet?

Almost.

The fight was staged...
Both of them.

Why were they staged?

To help Scott pick up women.

You never heard of a wingman?

A wingman who gets beat up?

It was just one of our tactics.

See, if the target seemed like
she was into macho guys,

I'd hit on her first,
real aggressive.

And Scott would
come to her rescue.

Yeah, by "kicking my ass."

So he was a pickup artist?

You could call it that.

Scott was into
rich, married women.

And why would he target
married women?

What was his game?

I don't know.

He paid me not to ask.

You think you can describe
any of these women?

I need more time.

Okay.

Hey.

How'd it go with Anton?

Ryan will fill you in.

I'd rather... hear it from you.

Oh, it's that bad
between the two of you?

Yeah.

So, uh, we're gonna
look into Anton's alibi,

but we don't think
he was our doer.

Turns out he was
actually helping our Vic

pick up rich, married women in bars.

So, you think
one of these ladies

got ahold of a knife
and went all psycho on him.

Or one
of their jealous husbands.

You know, Beckett...

Anton remembers
some of those women's faces,

so I-I think it would be a good idea

if we got him
with a sketch artist.

Don't you think?

Yeah, and we will do just that

just as soon as you let me
get into my office

so I can make that call.

- Right.
- Now, may I?

Hey, Beckett. One more thing.

Yes?

Nice shoes.

Hey. What'd I miss?

Oh. That's mine.

It's, uh... Australian money.

Castle, this is very sweet.

This is... very you.

But...

I don't think
that it would be a good idea.

Look, I-I know we're on
a time-out right now a-and...

But tomorrow's our anniversary,
and I just can't bear

the thought of spending it
without you.

I would love to.

I really would.

You have... no idea how much.

But I, um...

I'm worried
that it would be unfair.

Because no matter
how great dinner would be,

I would still need our time-out.

No. No, I know.

I'm not trying to put an end
to the time-out.

I'm just saying,
what if we could...

Have a time-out
from our time-out?

Exactly.

So, what do you think?

I would love to have dinner
with you tomorrow.

Got a sec?

Hmm?

I found something odd
in our victim's financials.

What?

Direct deposits
from a shell corp.

There's a bunch of them...
5 grand each.

The last deposit was made
three days ago.

That's the same day
that Anton said

he and Scott worked their bit
on that woman in the bar.

You know what?

Most of these payments line up

with when Anton said
Scott hired him.

Sounds like Scott wasn't picking
up on married women for fun.

Sounds like he was
getting paid for it. But why?

Don't know.

I haven't found much
on the shell corp,

but they do list an address...
A pricy apartment uptown.

And when I called
the building manager,

he said Scott rented it
a year ago.

Okay, so, our victim is
an out-of-work actor

getting mystery money
from a mystery corporation,

and now
there's a mystery apartment.

That's a lot of mysteries.

What the hell was this guy into?

Whatever it was,
it might have gotten him killed.

Surprise.

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The Last Seduction

Oh!

This place is so much nicer
than Scott's other apartment.

Bet he would rather
have died here.

Yeah, but why did he need it?

And what did it have to do
with that shell corp that was paying him?

These drawers
are all empty.

Strange...
It's like he only wanted

to make it look
like he lived here.

Maybe this is
where he was knocking boots

with the married ladies.

Sherlock homeboy's got a theory.

I'm sorry.
What did you just say?

I said, "this place
is really eerie."

- That is not what you said.
- Okay. Time-out.

Guys, in my official capacity as buffer,

I'd like to recommend
that we try something.

No more role-playing.

No, this is something
my second wife, Gina, and I

used to do to avoid arguments.

Instead of blurting out
whatever was on our minds,

we would write it down
to revisit it later.

So nothing's said
in the heat of the moment.

Exactly.

See, we found,
with a little perspective,

what seemed so important to us
at first

was often quite trivial...

Sort of like our marriage.

Okay. I'm game if you are.

Hey, I've got something.

Well, well, well.

Looks like this shell corporation

was paying Scott
to seduce rich, married women

and get proof of their trysts...

Most likely to blackmail them.

That's quite a racket.

Maybe a deadly one.

Looks like someone did not enjoy
getting screwed.

Out of their money, that is.

There's no S.D. card in here.

It's wi-fi-enabled.

So's this printer.

Maybe the last job is still
in the memory. Let's see.

Yeah, that's Scott in bed
with a woman,

but you can't see her face.

No, but look what you can see.

I think that's her elbow.

No, not that.

The tattoo
on the small of her back...

It's a dragonfly.

We can use that to I.D. her.

How? Are we gonna do
a butt lineup?

As fun as that does sound,
we might not need to.

Anton's sketches just came in.

So, where are you with
matching Vulcan Simmons' heroin

to current dealers?

Nowhere.
It's - it's gonna take a while.

Which is why I think

you going out to dinner
with Castle is a mistake.

I know.

But I miss him.

I get it.

But if you let him in and he
figures out what we're doing...

I know the risk.

Hey, we've got something.

Using a sketch
that Anton provided,

we were able to I.D.
one of Scott's recent targets...

Annika Smythe.

Wait... the socialite wife
of that hedge-fund guy?

Isn't she in the tabloids all the time?

Which is how we recognized her
and how we know

that she's going through
a messy divorce.

You know Annika.

Now meet Nancy Underwood
and Claire Stevens...

Both loaded
and going through divorces.

There's a picture of all three of them
at a fundraiser last week.

So they know each other?

Oh, more than that.

They hang out together.

Matter of fact,
according to Annika's Instagram,

they're going to a spa later.

And you know
what this means, Beckett...

It's a murderous first wives club.

You think
they did this together?

Why not?

Scott blackmails the ladies.

When they refuse to pay,

he shows the photos
to their husbands.

Who promptly divorce them.

So all three women
band together to kill Scott

for ruining their marriages.

It is the perfect theory.

Except it's completely
unsubstantiated.

That is...

True.

But we can just have them in
for questioning.

Based on what... the plot
of the "first wives club" movie?

No. Of course not.

There was no murder in that.

But whatever we do,
we've got to do it fast...

Before they all scatter.

Annika has been posting

about she's gonna be
flying to Paris tonight.

We need to get
some hard evidence

tying our vic
to one of these women.

Castle, you said that they were
gonna spend the day at the spa?

Yes.

Where all body art
will be on full display.

If one of them has
that tattoo...

Then we can bring them in.

I just need a partner
to go with me

into the women's locker room.

A female partner, guys.

So, I got the paperwork for
the painting all figured out.

I just need your signature,
and then I'll be on my...

What?

You look a little stressed.

No, I don't.

What about a day at the spa,
courtesy of the NYPD?

Did you see
how it made the news?

Yeah. I bet we're not
the only ones celebrating.

Come on, guys.
We're here to relax.

The regals have landed.

So, which one do you think
is our tattooed lady?

Uh...

There's only one way to be sure.

Well, I think that you and your
husband are just in a rut.

It's just become comfortable.

And I don't want comfort.
I want edge.

Ooh. Then you got to spice
things up a little, sweetie.

Get yourself a tattoo.

Men love ink.

Makes them think you're naughty.

Oh, come on. That's not true.

You're wrong. Tattoos are hot.

We should introduce you to Ivan.
He's a genius.

A genius?

I mean, that sounds like
a little bit of a stretch.

Judge for yourself.

Wait.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Yeah. You're married
to that writer, aren't you?

You know, I'm sure you're
confusing me with somebody else.

No. She's a cop.

What's going on?

And don't pretend
you're just here for a steam.

All right. Fine.

We're here
to ask you a few questions

about your relationships
with Scott McCoy.

Call our lawyers, honey.

I will... right after
I drag you down to the precinct.

You can post a photo
on Instagram.

I don't think so.

If you really
had anything on us,

you wouldn't be down here
trying to see us naked.

Oh, we've got something.

Or... rather, one of you does.

And it's tattooed
on one of your butts.

Got a winner.

Yep. She's running.
In the towel.

Stop! Stop her!

No! No, don't stop us!

Aah! Ugh!

Ohhh.

Found it.

Mm.

Okay.

Well... time to get dressed.
Spa day's over.

Yeah, but before we go,
can you please give me

the number
of your tattoo artist?

You're right...
The guy's a bloody genius.

And when you I.D.'d the tattoo,

did you pull the towel off,
or did it just... fall off?

Well, actually,
Kate pulled the towel off...

But I'm not quite sure
how this is relevant.

- You're pathetic, bro.
- Somebody's got to write this report.

Wow.

So, Hayley, it must have been
pretty hard

for you guys to chase her

'cause you and Beckett
were both wearing towels, right?

Hey. Okay, here you go.
This is your voucher.

Just take that up to evidence,
and that painting is yours.

All right. I'll see you perverts later.

Yes, you will.

Ryan was trying to get details
on your wardrobe malfunction.

Me? You were the one asking
if Beckett was wearing a towel.

That was for the report.

I thought Castle was helping
you guys resolve this conflict.

Yeah.

Then he went home.

Well, I have a suspect to interview,

and the two of you
need to figure this out.

What are you doing?

What Castle said...
Writing it down.

Trust me...
I got a lot to write.

Hope my pen
doesn't run out of ink.

Yes, I slept with Scott.

And yes,
he took photos, obviously.

And then he used them
to blackmail you.

Blackmail? Where are you
getting that from?

Well, how else
did your now-ex-husband

end up with these photos?

Because my ex hired Scott
to sleep with me.

The same thing happened with
all of us... Annika and Claire.

You see, our husbands
wanted to trade us in

for younger trophy wives

without having to pay
through the nose.

Oh, because you guys
had infidelity clauses

in your prenups.

My night with Scott
cost me $12 mil.

You do realize

that you just gave me a motive
for Scott's murder.

I didn't kill him.

His neighbor I.D.'d you.

He said that you were
standing outside the building

at midnight
just before Scott was killed.

So, do you want to tell me
what really happened?

The night that we had together

was something I hadn't
experienced in a long time.

And to find out that I was
just another paycheck...

So I went to confront him.

But I didn't even
get to yell at him.

He apologized to me
before I could get a word out,

said he was a horrible
human being for what he'd done.

And why did he have
this sudden change of heart?

He said that he had
learned something

working his last job...
Something upsetting.

So, did he tell you
what his last job was?

It was another seduction,
but he didn't say who...

Just that he had screwed over
a good person

and he wanted to make it right...

Or die trying.

So, Nancy's car-service driver confirms

that our Vic was alive
when Nancy left.

He helped her into the car
at 12:15.

Then the driver took Nancy
all the way out to Greenwich.

Okay. So she's not our killer.

Maybe Scott's murder
has something to do

with that last job
he was working.

Let's see who Scott screwed over
and what he was doing

to make it right
the night that he was killed.

And I think
I know where to start looking.

Nancy's husband and his friends
all used the same lawyer

to bust up their prenups...

Some hotshot
named Lindsey Trent.

The Ledger just did a piece on her...

The divorce attorney
to the rich and shameless.

You know, if she was the one
that was hiring Scott,

she would know
what his last job was.

Well, yeah, but there's no way

she's gonna talk to us
without a warrant.

Which we won't get... not unless
we have something concrete

to tie her to all this.

I'll call the riding D.A. in the morning.

We'll brainstorm on how to get
a warrant. I'll see you guys.

We need to go at this another way.

You know...

Maybe the way to find out
about Scott's last seduction

is with a seduction of our own.

Right.

I have no idea what you mean.

Okay.

So, let me get this straight.

You want me to see
a divorce attorney...

Tomorrow,
on my wedding anniversary.

To pose as a client.

No, no, no.
I don't think so, Richard.

Does Katherine know about this?

Uh, no, no.
And, um, she's not going to.

Best to give her, uh,
plausible deniability

in case this sting goes sideways.

Though I do love a good sting.

What would you need him to do?

You know how lawyers keep a log

of all the hours
they spend on each client?

Sure. They keep track of their
time down to the minute.

And of every expense incurred
on each case.

Just like hiring Scott.

So if I get a look
at the last few days

in this logbook of Lindsey's,

we can figure out Scott's last job.

So... are you in?

Richard Castle?

Yes.

Lindsey Trent. Nice to meet you.

Thank you for seeing me
on such short notice.

Well, divorce is
stressful enough.

Finding a lawyer shouldn't be.

Now, let's go back to my office,

and we'll see
how I can help you.

How was your drive? Did you hit
much traffic on the way in?

Uh, no, surprisingly...

He's going in.

Figures Castle would own a pair
of live-streaming glasses.

Actually,
Beckett gave them to him.

- Really?
- What about Beckett?

And what are you guys doing
in here?

Hey, Beckett!
How's that warrant coming?

You know, unfortunately, the D.A. said

that we don't have
enough proof to, um...

What are you watching?

Hmm?

Oh.

Just...

It's porn.

Mm.

You don't want it.

- Have you been here long?
- These are our new offices...

Is that the lawyer?

Uh, that is the live stream
from Castle's glasses.

I should talk to your decorator.

So, you guys sent Castle
on a surveillance mission

after I told you he was not
to work any more NYPD cases.

We didn't think you should know.

We were trying to protect you.

By sending my husband to
the city's top divorce attorney?

Happy anniversary?

Do you guys have any idea
how risky this is?

This could blow the entire case.

Our involvement in and knowledge
of this operation is over.

So, tell me... what happened
with you and, uh...

Kate Beckett, right?

The NYPD detective?

Oh, uh, she's a captain, actually.

Oh. She moved
up the ladder quickly.

Yes. Well, she's very good
at what she does.

And that is the root
of your problem, isn't it?

She's so focused on work,

she doesn't have
anything left for you?

Don't look so surprised.

It's a story I've heard

all too often.

But like the stories you write,
Mr. Castle,

you get to choose how this ends.

So, tell me...
are you set on divorce?

Or is there still hope?

Well, um...

That's a rather unusual question
for a divorce attorney to ask.

Well, it's not like I need the business.

Right. Yes.
I'm sure you're, uh...

sure you're very busy.

Could I...
Could I get some water?

Of course.

Thank you.

Here you go.

Thank you.
A little dry.

Ohh!

I am so sorry.

That's okay.

Uh, Tiffany,
can I get some towels?

Tiff?

Idiot.

Um, I'm going to go
to the restroom

And
just get some paper towels.

- Of course.
- Okay.

This is Lindsey.

Uh-huh.

Really?

Thanks for the heads-up.

That was a friend of mine
from the D.A.'s office.

And it, uh, it turns out

someone is trying to get
a warrant for my client log.

And... oh, yeah...
It's your wife.

Really?

That is a crazy coincidence.

Ser... seriously,
this is just a misunderstanding.

Okay, I'm not an idiot,
but obviously, you must be.

There was no way
you could fool me.

Quite a grip you have.

Strong fingers.

George Keller.

According to Lindsey's log book,

he is the last person billed
for Scott's services.

Is he connected to Keller Toys?

He's the president
of the entire Keller empire...

Toys, video games,
books, educational videos...

You name it.

It's a multi-billion-dollar company.

And a brand
synonymous with family values,

which is ironic
since he's a renowned playboy,

already on wife number three.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Oh, and here's a fun fact...
Keller's last divorce

featured a prenup
that was nullified by...

You guessed it...
His wife's infidelity.

So George Keller has
used Scott's services before.

And if Scott was seducing
the current Mrs. Keller

when he had
his big change of heart...

He might have turned on George
and threatened to expose him.

Which would have damaged the
company's wholesome reputation,

so Keller killed Scott
to keep him quiet.

Scott McCoy?

Sorry. I have no idea who that is.

Well, that's funny,
because your second wife did.

She recognized him

immediately after
I showed her this picture.

Guess it's hard
to forget somebody

who cost you millions
in a broken prenup.

It's not my fault she slept around.

You paid the guy that she slept with,

then you hired him again
to help you dump

your current trophy wife
at a discounted price.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

I think I do.

Not another word, George.

You need to release my client
right now.

I don't think so.

Any evidence
that you think that you have

has been obtained illegally,

making anything that Mr. Keller
has said inadmissible.

What's going on here?

Oh, well, you tell me, Captain.

First, you send your husband
to steal my records,

and now your detective
is questioning my client

without cause.

Your client hired our victim
to sleep with his wife.

In fact, our victim slept
with four of your clients' wives

in order to blow up their prenups.

That's a fact that I'm sure
would be interesting

to the New York bar association.

Okay. Let's not
get sidetracked here.

The simple fact is,
you're investigating a murder,

which my client
has nothing to do with.

So we should
just take your word for it.

Of course not.

I will provide
my client's whereabouts

the night that Mr. McCoy was killed.

And you guys need
to get your facts straight.

I'm not looking
to divorce my wife.

We're renewing our vows
next weekend.

You know we're gonna
look into that, right?

Oh, please do.

In fact...

George.

I'll even send you
the insurance papers

for the $2 million ring
I'm giving her.

Keller's telling the truth.

He and his third wife
are renewing their vows

next weekend in the Caribbean.

And that $2 million rock is legit.

I was just about to say that.

Oh, really? I thought
you were about to tell her

how you're still struggling
to verify Keller's alibi.

- Oh, I'm struggling?
- Yeah, you're struggling.

You guys, come on.

Guys!

All right. Tell me about Keller's alibi.

I'm still trying to confirm

that he was at his office
when Scott was murdered.

Okay, well,
until we can verify that,

then he is still a suspect,

and my gut says
he's hiding something,

so find it.

And your gut is never wrong.

You know, I know some people
in Keller's circle.

I could put my feelers out.

Uh... Yeah. Thanks, Castle.

My pleasure.

How are things between the boys?

Not good, actually.
I'm kind of worried about them.

Oh, they'll work it out.

They've been through
way too much together

to give up on what they have.

You're a wise man, Castle...
With a big heart.

You're rather good-looking, too.

You might want to pace yourself
on the flattery.

You've got a whole dinner
to get through.

Come on, Javi.
Just say it.

Trust me, you don't
want to hear what I really think.

- Oh, bring it on.
- All right.

You're a whiny, insecure,
jealous little baby

who shot me in the ass on purpose!

And you are an arrogant,
manscaped neanderthal.

And it wasn't on purpose.

Next time, it's gonna be.

That's it. I want a new partner!

Me too!

Oh, we can't leave them
like this, can we?

I'll talk to Javi.

I'll see
if I can calm Ryan down.

Rain check on dinner?

Yeah.

Yeah.

How'd it all go so wrong?

I mean, one day, we're a team...

Simpatico, finishing
each other's sentences.

And then...

You shot him in the ass.

It was an accident, Jav.

Oh, was it? You sure about that?

Yeah. And deep down
in your heart, you are, too.

It doesn't matter.

Once the trust is gone,
it's really hard to get it back.

No, that's not true. A strong
relationship can survive anything.

No relationship
can survive secrets or lies.

Now, you need to tell Esposito
the truth...

That you were hurt and jealous

that he passed the test
and you didn't.

Forget that. He... he rubbed it
in my face, remember?

"Sergeant Esposito."

You need to apologize.

Hell no.
I am not apologizing to him.

- Why not?
- Even before he shot me,

he couldn't believe
that I passed and he didn't.

You have to let it go.

You have to let it go.

I can't.

I can't.

Oh! It's my friend
who knows George Keller.

Hey, Francis.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh!

No, that's good.
That's all I need. Thank you.

- Bye.
- What?

Turns out George is involved

in a power struggle
over the Keller empire

with present C.E.O.
Penelope Keller.

His mother, right?

She founded the company.

Yes, she did.

Now, she has an advantage
over George.

Because Keller
is a family brand,

she has an impeccable reputation.

Wait. You don't think...

Oh, yes, I do.

George hired Scott
to honeypot his own mother.

I hadn't been with anyone since
my husband passed last year.

It was time, and it was...

Lovely.

So you had no idea
that your son hired Scott

to smear your reputation?

None.

I wish I could tell you
I was more surprised

when you told me,

but family values have never
been George's strong suit...

Which is actually
what our feud is about.

What do you mean by that?

George wants to shut down
all the manufacturing operations

in this country
and send them overseas.

To save money.

But thousands of workers
would lose their jobs.

I consider those people my family.

Did you ever mention
any of this to Scott?

Yes.

Among other things he did well,

Scott was a wonderful listener.

Why?

Well, it seems like he had a
crisis of confidence that night.

Something happened that made him
want to change his ways.

Oh, dear.

You know,
there was something odd...

The next day, I couldn't find
my card key to the office.

I just assumed I'd misplaced it.

Is it possible Scott took it?

So, according to
Keller's security chief,

Penelope's card key was used
to enter the building

at 11:30 P.M.

So Scott did go there
the night that he was killed,

and I am betting you
it was to meet with George.

But instead of bringing
x-rated photos of mom,

Scott threatened to expose
George's illegal smear campaign.

So Keller followed Scott home
and then silenced him.

It's a solid theory.

Only, it doesn't match the facts.

In order to verify Keller's alibi,

Vikram and I scrubbed security
footage from his office.

It shows Scott arriving at 11:30,

but then Scott left
10 minutes later.

George Keller stayed
until 3:00 A.M.

3:00 A.M... that's an hour
after Scott was killed.

Keller's alibi holds.

Yeah, but you know, guys,

just because
Keller didn't follow Scott home

doesn't mean
he's not involved somehow.

Well, if he enlisted someone
to kill Scott,

it would have to have been
after Scott showed up

and threatened him.

You know, Espo,
you did manage to get

security-cam footage
from Keller's office.

You think you could get
some phone records, too?

Lindsey Trent?
Are you sure?

Yes, sir, seems like she was
Mr. Keller's go-to person

for all manner
of criminal activities.

If Lindsey was operating
an entrapment scam

for any of her clients,

it was without the firm's
knowledge or approval.

Well, then I'm sure
you'll be happy to help us out.

Absolutely.

Ryan, why don't you go
with this guy

and grab copies of Lindsey's
files and phone records?

Yeah, sure, sarge. Want me to get you a
cup of coffee, too, while I'm at it?

Oooooh.

I am so glad this is almost over.

Put this damn pad away.

All right?

It doesn't matter anymore.

Yeah.

So, which one of you
gets the house?

You again.

Here to harass me some more, detective?

Actually,
I'm here to take you in.

If this is your latest attempt
to get access to my client log,

it won't work.

You don't get it, do you?

You're under arrest
for the murder of Scott McCoy.

What?

Mm.

Why would I possibly do that?

'Cause Scott was about to blow
the whistle on George Keller,

and if your client's going down
for criminal conspiracy,

well, you would, too.

Okay, this is crazy.

You have nothing on me.

Yeah, well, you can
tell that to the judge

who signed the search warrant
for your apartment.

CSU's going through it
right now.

Now, if you're innocent,
that won't be a problem.

But if you stab a guy
nine times,

you're bound to get
some blood on you somewhere.

You probably threw the clothes
out, but what about the shoes?

Did you get rid of them?

Or did you just try
to wipe them off?

Because blood residue can be
one stubborn son of a bitch.

Now, like I said,
I'm taking you in...

- Lindsey, calm down.
- Shut up.

- Just calm down.
- Shut up and let me think!

Listen to me.

You're a brilliant lawyer.

You might still beat this.

But if you pull that trigger,
you're gonna go away forever.

Stay back.
Just stay away from me.

I can't do that.

Javi!

Kevin!

Kevin!

I'm okay.

Your notepad stopped the bullet.

How about that?

Isn't that why you put it there?

You saved my life.

Just help me up before
the psycho bitch gets away.

All right. Come on.

Stop! NYPD!

Don't move.
I'll shoot your ass.

He'll do it, too. Trust me.

I'm still surprised

that you jumped in front
of a bullet for this guy.

Me too.
I mean, normally,

his slow-as-molasses ass
is never that fast,

but he was just like...
Like "phoom!"

All right, what...
What about, uh, George Keller?

We picked him up at the airport.

Lindsey confessed that, uh,
they were in on it together.

And he was trying to leave
the country in a private jet,

so there you go.

Well, looks like he's gonna have
to postpone renewing his vows

for another... what, 30 to life?

- Right.
- Oh, yeah.

Anyway, guys,
I have to get going.

Oh.

Um... Unless you still
want me to put in

those new-partner requests.

Uh...

Nah, not tonight.

I'm gonna need somebody
eventually

when this guy
gets bumped up to sergeant.

Well, that's not gonna happen
anytime soon.

I'm number 279 on a list of 300,

so we're gonna be stuck together
for a while.

I like the sound of that.

If that's cool with you.

Yeah.

If it's cool with you.

Is it cool with me?

Bro, you took a bullet for me.

You've got a wife...
A pregnant wife at home,

you got a little girl
who depends on you,

and yet, you still...

Come here.

I'm just gonna give you guys
a moment. Sorry.

Want to come over,
watch some UFC?

Jenny made tofu.

I like the sound of that...
The UFC part.

Hey.

Hey.

Um, happy anniversary?
A day late?

Yeah. Or, um, 364 days early.

I brought dinner for us.

Remy's. Perfect.

Um, Rick, I just wanted...

Mm.

Mm. Wait.

Look, this doesn't mean
that we're...

No. No, I know.

No, this is just a...
Time-out from the time-out.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So...

Time in?

Yeah.

Yeah.

That was even better
than I remembered.

Yeah, well, I had to leave
a few moves for year 2.

Rick?

Mm-hmm?

When you were
in that divorce lawyer's office,

I was watching.

Why, Captain Beckett,
I had no idea.

I feel so violated.

Look, I know
you were just playing a role,

but...

When she asked you
if there was any hope for us

and you didn't say anything,
it was...

Kate.

I have never given up hope.

Not since the day we met.

And that'll never change
until you tell me it should.

Then don't change.

Ever.

Okay.

Okay.

Mm.

I have to go.

I guess the time-out's over.

Yeah.

I'll be right back.

_

Hey, I think your phone buzzed.

Oh.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Fine.

Okay, I'll see you around.

See you.

Mmm.