"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." "S08E07 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."