Don't do it.
That one's overripe.
Really? You can tell?
Trust me.
This is the one...
Sweet and firm.
I like sweet.
And I like firm.
What are you drinking,
toxic waste?
We're doing a cleanse.
And he forgot his bottle, so I came by to drop it off.
He forgot it. Are... are you sure?
Actually,
I've never felt better in my entire life.
Water, lime juice, no solid food.
Jenny and I are gonna start our marriage perfectly cleansed.
We've already made it a week.
We only have three days to go.
I can't even believe you guys
are already getting married on Sunday.
I know. Isn't that crazy?
I better run. My mom is freaking out about place cards.
See you there.
Thanks, sweetie. I love you.
I love you more.
No, that's not possible.
I know.
I know. I know. We're nauseating.
Well, I am looking forward
to meeting some of Jenny's sorority sisters.
I'm about to show them some of new York's finest.
Good. Then I guess you won't care
that Lanie's bringing a plus one.
Who?
I don't know. She just RSVP'd plus one.
How can... how can she already have a boyfriend?
We just broke up.
Don't worry, Espo. I'm going alone.
So if the sorority girls don't work out,
I'll dance with ya.
Esposito.
Castle, Jenny tells me that you RSVP'd plus one.
You're bringing a date?
I am. Who?
Well, she's beautiful,
she's intelligent, she's funny,
and the way she smiles at me sometimes just melts my heart.
It's Alexis.
Guys.
We got a fresh one.
Hey, Lanie. We got a jumper?
Judging by the impact, I'd say he came from
one of those windows above the seventh floor.
Ryan and Esposito are already into finding the room
with the hotel staff.
So... He's naked.
Perceptive.
Well, it is pretty cold out. If this was a suicide,
wouldn't you rather be warm and toasty
on your way down to your certain yet citrusy death?
If it were a suicide,
would you really have these...
Fingernail marks, only an hour old?
Well, it looks like he did the deed before taking the dive.
Last item on your bucket list?
Yo.
Two hotel clerks saw a white lady with long red hair
hurrying out shortly after birthday suit hit the fruit.
All right, see if you can get
a better description from those clerks,
and let's set up a canvass.
We gotta find that woman. Right.
Antonio, can you refrigerate these samples
in the van, please?
Is this the guy?
Mr. plus one.
Hey, Beckett!
Found the room!
Eighth floor!
Okay!
Music to set the mood by?
Yeah.
And then there's the lipstick on the pillow.
Looks like Lanie was right
about our victim getting lucky before he...
Ran out of luck.
So our vic's name is Michael Bailey, 28,
lives on West 93rd Street.
And according to his business card,
he's a junior analyst at Global 12 Consolidated
in Midtown.
Who booked the room?
Booked under Jane Eyre.
Paid with cash. No credit card on file.
Suggests premeditation.
She knew she was gonna kill him,
so she booked the room anonymously.
Yeah, but then why sleep with him?
Why not just push him out the window?
Because she's a black widow...
The coldest-hearted creature on Earth.
She lures an unsuspecting male,
takes him into her web,
and then the moment they culminate,
as soon as he feels the ecstasy
of achieving his biological destiny,
she opens up her jaws and eats him alive.
I'm glad I'm in a healthy relationship.
Yeah.
I bet male black widow spiders
think they're in healthy relationships, too.
Well, black widow or not,
I think...
I figured out how we can find her.
Bingo.
Do you have any idea who I am?
I'm a founding partner of Keller, Braun and Franklin.
I'm Franklin.
Okay. Well, I don't care about your law firm.
A man fell to his death tonight,
and fingerprints confirm
that you were at the crime scene.
No, I had nothing to do with it.
Okay, maybe you can tell me why people saw you
fleeing the crime scene.
Ms. Franklin,
evidence suggests that you and Michael...
Michael? Bailey were romantically involved.
Michael who?
This man.
No, that's not Michael.
That's Jake. That's Jake Hendricks.
No, that's Michael Bailey.
I think I would know who I was sleeping with.
Well, apparently, you don't.
You think I should pull her phone records?
Okay, look...
Nah, what's the point? I don't know anything about a fake name.
We already have her at the hotel with our victim.
Not her.
Lanie.
What?
I'm not gonna go to your wedding
without knowing who this guy is.
Jenny has to find out for the place cards.
I'll get you his name.
Okay.
Yes, he told me
his name was Jake.
He said that he flies in from Chicago
to make sales calls for his family business?
He was really sweet.
I didn't kill him.
I was falling in love with him.
Well, he fell pretty hard, too.
So how long were the two of you dating?
Well, we, uh, we actually just met tonight.
At Wilmer's bar at around 7:00.
Tonight?
And you were already falling in love with him?
Look, I-I know... I know it sounds crazy,
but it felt like one of those magical connections
that you read about, you know?
After we...
You know,
he started to get dizzy
and... Sweaty.
So he opened up a window to get some fresh air,
and he was leaning against the windowsill
when suddenly...
He just...
Okay. So you're saying that...
He fell out the window
and your first instinct wasn't to call 9-1-1,
but to run away?
I knew how it would look, but I panicked
and I made a really bad decision.
But I swear, it was an accident.
It was not an accident.
You can tell he was pushed?
I didn't say he was pushed.
Michael Bailey was poisoned
with a lethal dose of colchicine.
He was dead before he hit the fruit.
Colchicine?
Isn't that a drug for rheumatism?
Yes, which Bailey does not have,
but he had 50 times the normal dosage in his system.
I'm putting the time of ingestion
between 4:00 and 6:00 P.M.
Which is 45 minutes before
Holly said she met him at Wilmer's bar.
Any idea how that drug was delivered?
It was in something he drank.
I found lots of whey-protein isolate in his stomach,
along with chocolate.
So a chocolate protein shake.
It'd be sweet enough to mask the taste of the drug.
Speaking of sweet, who's your date for Ryan's wedding?
Took a shot.
All right. Thanks, Lanie.
One more thing.
I ran a D.N.A. Test just to confirm
that superman here had sex before dying...
No, it's okay. Our suspect... let me finish.
The test shows he had sex all right,
with two different women
within hours of his death.
You dog.
Ms. Franklin, I...
It seems that you weren't the only woman that...
That Mr. Bailey was, uh...
With in the hours prior to his death.
What do you mean, with?
Was there another woman in the hotel room with you?
I didn't think this could get any more humiliating.
Was that a yes?
No, detective.
Thank you.
And you should know that our M.E.
Has been able to determine that Mr. Bailey
was, uh... wearing a condom
both times
so that's...
That makes it all better.
Now I wish I pushed him!
Hell hath no fury, all right.
But I'm pretty sure she's telling the truth.
Yeah, maybe, but let's just confirm her alibi
before releasing her.
In the meantime, we need to figure out
where Bailey was and who he was with
between 4:00 and 6:00 P.M. When he was poisoned.
Exactly.
That is our kill zone.
Hey.
So I can't find any next of kin on the guy.
Parents died years ago.
There's no siblings, no nothing.
You okay?
Fine.
So then everything Bailey
told Holly about himself was a lie.
Mm. Maybe that was his trick.
In from out of time, family guy, own business...
That's how he got women in bed.
Whatever his reason for lying to Holly,
I'm betting that our killer is whoever Bailey slept with
earlier in the day.
She got on to his philandering and got even.
All right. Go through his phone records.
We gotta find that other woman.
Good morning, dad.
Good morning.
Darling, where's your credit card?
Mm. Liked "good morning" better.
Let me ask you two something. Mm.
If you found out a man was cheating on you,
how would you kill him?
Knife... to the heart.
All right. What if you don't have the stomach for that?
Shoot him. But you don't have the stomach for that either.
What's wrong with our stomachs? There's always poison.
True. Watch him writhe and suffer.
Die like the rodent he is.
All these years writing about murderers,
I had no idea I was living among them. Well...
Speaking of murder, what's the credit card for?
We're going shopping to pick out my dress
to be your date at Ryan's wedding.
What's wrong with the ones you have?
Darling,
beauty does not happen by accident.
And that's why, when it goes unappreciated by cheating scum,
we want revenge.
Even their hypothetical fury is unnerving.
William congreve had it right
when he talked about scorned women.
Yeah, well, you haven't heard what I would do.
Yeah, I don't think I ever want to know.
Hey, guys.
Any luck tracking down Bailey's other woman?
A lot of luck.
It's like the beginning of "the bachelor,"
but without the appletinis.
Bailey was involved with all of them?
Yeah.
And each of them thought that they were his one and only.
That's a lot of scorned women...
And a lot of fury.
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Yeah. Yeah, I don't get it.
H-how does an average looking guy
with a dime-a-dozen analyst job
end up dating all of these gorgeous women?
By lying to them.
Actually, he wasn't lying to these women.
At least not about who he was anyway.
They all knew him by his real name.
Then why would he tell Holly that he's Jake from Chicago?
Was Bailey with any of those women
between 4:00 and 6:00 yesterday?
So far, no.
But they all deny knowing that he was even in the city.
A month ago, he told every one of 'em
he was going to Europe for six weeks.
A month ago?
So why'd he come back early?
He never went.
And as far as I can tell from his credit card use,
he never even left new York.
So why tell them that he was leaving?
I mean, was that just a cowardly way of breaking up with them?
I think there's something else going on.
I called the personnel department
at Global 12 Consolidated.
And they said that he's been on a leave of absence
for the last month.
That's a big month...
Taking a leave from work and your girlfriends.
And his apartment.
The doorman at Bailey's building said that for the past month,
he's only spent a couple nights a week there.
Past month.
Yeah.
He wasn't there at all yesterday,
so that's not where he was poisoned.
And I looked in his dresser
and I found this.
Illinois driver's license.
Jake Hendricks, Chicago.
That's the name that he gave Holly.
So he is Jake Hendricks?
No, he's Mike Bailey. That's a fake.
He did not buy this on some street corner.
This is government grade.
Yeah, right down to the security hologram.
It's like he was living undercover.
And I found this.
That's a lot of cake.
Why do you have to call it cake? It's money.
It's a lot of money. It's about 60 grand.
Cash, fake I.D...
What the hell was Bailey into?
Something bigger than lying about who he was
just to get laid.
Jake Hendricks has fake web search hits.
Lives in Chicago, works for the family business.
Just like he told Holly Franklin.
Family business has a fake web site.
That's a pretty deep cover.
Yeah. Our don Juan's starting to look more like Jason bourne.
All right, you guys get ahold of FBI and CIA
and any other intelligence agency,
see if he's one of theirs.
Come on, Castle. Let's talk to Bailey's boss
at Global 12 Consolidated,
find out why our vic took that leave of absence.
We still need the estimates on thorium in India.
And I would appreciate...
Excuse me, Mr. Harris.
Those detectives are here for you.
You guys mind if we take a few minutes?
No problem.
We're still working up the financing terms
on subordinated debt anyway.
Sure.
It's not like these negotiations are going anywhere.
Mike was a junior analyst in our acquisition department.
He was a good kid, bright future.
I understand that he took a leave of absence a month ago.
Did he give you a reason why?
Personal issues.
He didn't say why, but I could tell it was serious.
So you have no idea why
he would have a fake I.D. And $60,000 cash?
No.
But maybe it had something to do with that woman
that tried to break in his office yesterday.
Who was that? I don't know.
She was gone before security got there.
And who reported it?
I had stepped out of negotiations
to go to the restroom.
And in the hallway, I noticed a woman was trying
to pick an office door lock
using a wrench and an opened-up paper clip.
I assumed she had just locked herself out of her office
and joked that a key would work better.
Well, she was startled
and shoved me over and made a dash for the stairwell.
Did you get a good look at her?
Yeah, and I told security.
She was exotic, 30-ish, dark, wavy hair.
She had on an overcoat, but it was open,
and she was wearing a pin with the star of David on it.
I'm pretty sure it's the insignia
from El Al airlines.
Name's Colette roth.
She's 27.
She's been an El Al flight attendant for three years,
making the Tel Aviv-J. F.K. run twice a week.
Intel agencies used to use flight attendants as spies,
didn't they?
Yeah, and get this, she's former Israeli military.
Mossad is famous for poisoning.
Yeah, big-time. Castle may not be that far off...
With his Jason bourne theory.
Uniforms are tracking her down now.
Jenny just texted me Lanie's plus one.
Name is Toby Lang.
Wh...
What? Toby. All right.
Let's check this punk out.
Dr. Toby Lang?
The guy's the chief administrator
at St. Samuel's hospital.
Big job.
Lanie did her residency there, didn't she?
Yeah.
Good-looking guy.
Played college hoops at Kentucky?
Groundbreaking cancer researcher?
Are you kidding me?
Put me down for plus one.
Jenny already did the tables.
What about her sorority sisters?
Dude, I'm not showing up solo
when she's bringing captain America over here.
Okay, I'll talk to Jenny,
but her mom is gonna need a name for that place card.
Esposito.
Copy that.
Colette roth just checked in for a flight at J.F.K.
Unis are picking her up now.
All right.
I'm not a spy.
I'm a flight attendant.
Well, then maybe you could explain your relationship
with Michael Bailey.
We were soul mates.
Well, then I'm sure you'll be able to tell us
where the two of you were yesterday
between the hours of 4:00 and 6:00 P.M.
I was outside his apartment waiting for him.
But he never came.
You had a very busy day yesterday.
You were seen trying to break in to his office
just hours before that.
I was hoping to find some kind of clue,
something that might lead me to his enemies.
His enemies?
Michael was a hunted man.
Hunted, by who?
I don't know.
I just know he was in trouble.
Four weeks ago, he said he was going to Europe.
But I kept seeing him in the city,
and he kept pretending not to notice me.
So I staked out his apartment.
So you stalked him?
Staked, stalked... What's the difference?
I was looking out for him!
But he wasn't coming home.
Then a few days ago, I finally confronted him.
He said he couldn't talk,
but he told me to meet him the next day
and he'd explain everything.
Let me guess.
That was the last time you saw him.
No. We met the next day.
But before he could tell me what was going on,
this car came out of nowhere, and they were on us.
Who?
Ruffians in ski masks.
They grabbed him and threw him in the back.
I fought with all of my strength,
but it was in vain.
Bet you did.
Did you report this?
No.
They said they'd kill him if I did.
That's why I was trying to find him the next day,
to see if they'd let him go.
But they killed him.
The ruffians killed him.
And where did this all happen?
On the street for all to see.
Okay.
Corner of Washington and Greenwich,
A.T.M. Cam.
This is where Colette said the abduction went down.
But I've been over it, and there's nothing.
All right. Unless you guys are enjoying
the Warhol-Esque quality of this,
we can just shut it down.
I'm gonna go and check on Esposito, see where he's at
with Colette's alibi.
Wait.
There's Bailey.
And here comes Colette.
Seriously?
Whoa.
Ruffians in ski masks.
You gotta be kidding me.
Looks like Colette just broke that ruffian's nose.
Fake I.D.,
bricks of cash,
brazen abduction...
He really was Jason Bourne.
You gotta be kidding me.
Can't you see it?
Bailey is in covert ops.
They placed him at a giant multinational company,
Global 12 Consolidated, as a cover.
Then a month ago, they activate him.
They give him an alias, you know, a backstory.
They give him unlimited walking-around money,
and then somehow
the enemy gets to him.
They grab him off the streets.
He manages to escape,
so they exploit his Achilles' heel...
His love of beautiful women.
They send in a super sexy secret agent.
She seduces him,
and then kills him by feeding him a poisoned protein shake.
I can't think of anything better.
Beckett.
Really?
Okay. Thank you.
The CIA, the FBI,
and the D.H.S. Have never heard of Bailey
or his alias.
Do you really think they'd tell you if they did?
Tech just got the plate number off the kidnappers' car.
I thought that the plates weren't visible
on the A.T.M. Footage.
They weren't, but I found
a traffic cam up the block where they were.
Car is registered to a Pablo Barnes,
28, insurance salesman.
That's probably a cover, too.
Did you get an address?
Sure did.
All right. Let's go. Where's Espo?
In the break room trying to score his plus one.
Espo, let's go.
Sorry. I gotta...
I gotta go.
I was this close to getting my plus one.
Hey, relax, man. It happens to a lot of guys.
You get a little excited, lose control of your steamer.
NYPD! Let me see your hands right now!
NYPD!
- Don't move! - Hey, police!
What the hell, Pablo?! Please don't shoot.
Pablo Barnes?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Please don't shoot.
I don't know what you're doing here, but we didn't do anything.
Broken nose. Other masked man.
Espo, get him, too.
Turn around!
All right, seriously, I don't know why...
You... you guys have the wrong pe... ah.
Officer, I-I... do they have to be that tight?
It's very... ow.
Hey. "Bolero."
Just like in the hotel.
- See. - I told you we were badass.
That's your car, Pablo.
What were you and Bailey up to,
and why... Did you kill him?
Wait. Are... are you telling me Mike's dead?
Cut the act, Pablo.
We know you kidnapped him two days ago. Why?
No, no, no. I-it's not what it looks like.
It's an ex-stalk-tion.
Ex-stalk-a-what?
Mike's our buddy.
He got involved with this crazy stalker chick...
Colette something...
So we staged an abduction to scare her off.
We call it an ex-stalk-tion.
Are you saying, Bailey was in on it?
Yeah. The three of us are a crew.
What kind of crew?
Special forces?
Private military contractors?
We're pickup artists.
As in... Picking up women?
You?
We dedicate our lives
to picking up as many hot women as possible.
That would explain all of Bailey's women.
And those girls at the apartment were pretty hot.
Pfft. Yeah.
That music that was playing,
is that part of your seduction strategy?
Yeah.
"Bolero" increases the chance of closing the deal by 12%.
Okay, assuming that you are telling the truth,
you were with Mike the night before he was killed.
Did he tell you what he was up to?
Nah. He was being all secretive.
I mean, he stopped hanging out with us, like, a month ago.
Really, a month?
Yeah, when he called about the ex-stalk-tion
a couple of days ago,
that was the first time we've heard from him since then.
So when he said he was going out after the ex-stalk-tion,
naturally, we followed him.
Where'd he go?
He went to this totally lame bar... the magic bottle.
I mean, not target-rich at all.
And when he found us there,
he kinda freaked, but he agreed
to let us stay and be his wingmen,
but only if we referred to him as Jake,
like he was undercover.
Jake. That's the same identity he gave to Holly Franklin
the next day.
So we do our usual couple laps of recon.
Actually, some pretty decent milfs.
And I think Mike's just expanding his palate, right?
But he wasn't interested in any of them.
No. Instead, he finds this one mark,
like, ugh, nothing special,
and plants his flag.
Then I see that she's got a ring on her finger.
She's a married chick.
We stay away from married chicks.
'Cause you're so ethical.
- No. - They're just trouble.
But he doesn't care.
He's all in on her.
So you think he went to this bar for this particular woman,
like he was targeting her?
Exactly.
Did he say why?
No, but he was working her like his life depended on it.
I mean, it was like he was on a mission.
Did she go for him?
Nah, total red light.
Boop, boop, boop.
Gate's down, train's coming, time to move on.
But not Mike.
Not on this night.
So what did he do?
He counters with some authorizing.
Authorizing, huh?
You know, making it seem like
the last thing on his mind is hooking up.
Nah. He just finds her interesting and wants to talk.
But she doesn't bite, so he tries an m-swig.
Tells her he knows this girl who's cheating on his friend.
Should he tell his friend?
'Cause women love to give advice,
but she's still giving him the heisman,
so he tries a butter job.
A butter job, what's that?
It's when you flirt with the mark's friend.
And that's when he started getting traction.
Immediately follows with a yank-and-chain reversal,
sees he's got her on the hook.
So he goes right for the Bailey ultimatum.
Boom! Signature move.
Says he has to leave,
forcing the mark to make a quick decision
whether to go with you or not.
And what did she do? Next thing you know,
the two of them are walking on their way outta there.
You know, you have some beautiful eyes.
Seriously?
What? It's a numbers game.
I strike out 90% of the time.
Thus restoring my faith in my gender.
So this mark that he was working,
does she have a name?
Lisa.
The greatest pickup I have ever seen.
It's a damn shame she'll never make it into Mike's ledger.
What ledger?
It's literally hundreds of women
that Bailey slept with.
Or so he claims.
It seems legit to me.
Most of these shots are pretty racy.
All with nicknames and dates.
June 9, 2010, "Carnal Carrie."
June 12, 2010,
"Mesmerizing Marjan."
Mm. Whoa.
Sorry.
Is there a Lisa in there from two days ago?
No. The last entry was over a month ago.
So Pablo was right, she didn't make it in.
We gotta find Lisa.
She could be our other woman.
Hey, so our friends Max and Pablo just alibied out.
They were both at work when Mike was poisoned.
"Limber Lucy."
And, boy, is she ever.
I don't know what this dude Bailey was into,
but whatever it is, he had it going on.
Really? This impresses you?
These women are pathetic for falling for this guy.
And Bailey, Bailey was just a-a con man and a liar.
Thank you. At least there is one real man amongst us.
Ryan, why don't you take the situation
down to the magic bottle
and see if we can get an I.D. On Lisa
and find out why Bailey might have been targeting her?
Beckett, when exactly did Ryan and Jenny start dating?
Mm. I think it was around 2009.
She got him that ugly tie for their 2-week anniversary,
so, like, easter, April.
Meaning, by may 2009,
they had been dating a month.
Yeah, why?
Bailey's may 20, 2009 entry.
My gosh. That's Jenny.
S Not just Jenny.
"Gyrating Jenny."
Yeah, I recognize him.
In here with a couple of friends two nights ago.
One of those friends told us that he left with a woman.
Lisa. Do you know her? Yeah.
She's a regular. Does she have a last name?
Give me a sec.
I think I like this place, partner.
Dude, you're a cop.
This is a midtown bar.
Women here, they're looking for lawyers and bankers.
I bank.
Well, you are on your own.
I'm getting married on Sunday.
Exactly.
So this is your last chance to be my wingman.
Help me get a plus one.
I think I'm gonna try an m-swig.
Dude, you can't be serious.
What are you thinking, butter job?
I checked credit card slips from the other night.
Her name's Lisa Hill.
Lisa Hill.
So not only is Lisa Hill married,
she is also an heiress...
Daughter to Stephanie Dashby.
Of Dashby Publishing?
Which puts her in Forbes top 400.
Bailey was hunting big game.
He knew he couldn't close the deal as a junior analyst,
that's why he used the alias with her,
same way he used it with big-shot lawyer Holly Franklin.
Yeah, well, according to her maid,
Lisa Hill packed up and left her apartment
for her house in montauk at 6:30 P.M.
Half an hour after our kill zone.
Plus she also had easy access to our poison.
Her sister owns a drug company that manufactures it.
This is about the money.
Bailey only used the Jake identity
with Holly and Lisa. They're both rich.
So what are you thinking, an extortion plot?
Bricks of cash... probably from previous successes.
He targets wealthy women,
tries to put them in compromising situations...
And then makes them pay their way out...
Except Lisa Hill wouldn't pay.
We need to get her in here.
And we will...
First thing in the morning.
So...
What are we gonna do?
About what?
Well, we have to tell Ryan about Jenny.
What? Why?
Castle, if we were getting married, would you want to know
about all the guys that I've slept with?
All?
Seriously?
You sign women's chests at book readings.
You cannot be shocked that I'm not a virgin.
It's just the word... "All"
suggests
a lot.
How many are we talkin'... Exactly?
Are you really asking for my number?
You show me yours, I'll show you mine.
Men.
You all want to know,
but you don't want to know.
Listen, all women have their secrets,
including Jenny, and sometimes,
for the sake of a relationship,
it is better not to share.
That is some dress.
Isn't she stunning?
After striking out all day,
we finally tried J.D.F.'S on Madison.
- And, boy, did we score.
Well, that sounds like it's about more than just a dress.
Well, not only did Alexis find
this exquisite little number,
we were completely charmed by the proprietor...
John Danton Farnesworth.
J.D.F.
So as we're paying,
Mr. Farnesworth is about to close up,
when his grandson, John Danton Farnesworth III,
picked him up for dinner.
Goes by J.D. So cute.
He is a lovely young man...
Freshman at Columbia.
Which I'm applying to,
so of course I grilled him about it.
And the next thing you know,
they invite us to join them for dinner.
So who was the wingman,
the grandpa or the kid?
The what?
Dad...
They were total gentlemen.
They even invited us to their family's annual charity event...
A private concert with Lady Gaga.
But it's the same time as the wedding.
I know, I promised,
and of course I'll go if you want me to, it's just...
This is the first time I've felt this way since Ashley,
and...
You don't have to go to the wedding.
You are released from your plus one duties.
Thanks, dad.
Which I guess means you don't need this dress.
Don't be silly, darling.
It is a black-tie benefit. Yeah.
And after dinner,
- John opened... - The shop...
And I got one, too.
So it's a win-win.
I can't believe you bailed on me.
We were there till 2:30 in the morning.
Yeah, I was five minutes from sealing the deal
with my plus one.
You really think after standing there for three hours,
another five minutes of me standing there
would've made any difference?
Yeah. She was into me.
She said that she thought solving murders was "cute."
Yeah, but you didn't have to tell her friend
you were engaged.
No, no, you're right.
I could've totally just... Just lied to her
and hooked up with her.
And do you have to be such a cliche?
Stuffing your face with that... That... that thing?
Hey, don't touch my doughnut.
Hey, Ryan... eat this in front of me. I've had enough of you!
Don't you... don't you...
Hey, hey, hey! Break it up.
- Guys! - What the hell is going on?
Talk to hunger strike over here.
He was flaunting that doughnut.
I was eating it.
Ryan, you okay?
A cleanse for nine days...
Don't you think it's time to let it go?
No, no, no. I'm... I'm fine.
I'm... I'm sorry, everybody. Sorry, bro.
So any luck finding Lisa Hill?
Yeah, we tracked her down at a Spa in Montauk.
Yeah, she's going from mud wrap to murder rap,
exfoliation to interrogation,
manicure to manacles,
shiatsu to...
Shiatsu...
Unis are on their way to pick her up now.
Do you recognize him, Ms. Hill?
Yes, it's Jake.
Yes, Jake Hendricks.
Or so you thought,
until you found out his real name was Michael Bailey
and he was trying to blackmail you.
Isn't that right?
Blackmail? I...
Don't know what you're talking about.
I think you do.
You realized that you had been played,
and you decided to take your revenge.
Your sister owns a, a drug company?
She must have given you the colchicine you used
to poison him, didn't she?
No.
Look, I didn't get revenge
because I never knew what he was up to.
But he was up to something.
I should've realized
when he was hitting on me so hard at the bar,
but he was cute,
and my husband is more interested in work
than actually living, so...
I brought him home, and it was nice.
But then I came out of the bathroom,
and caught him on the computer.
I figured he was trying to steal credit cards
banking info,
so I kicked his ass out.
But I swear, that was the last time I saw him.
Yeah.
Bailey sent an e-mail, all right, to himself.
Why would he e-mail himself?
Because he attached several documents from Hill's computer.
What kind of documents?
Confidential ones...
Relating to K.P.W.. Mining Corporation.
Lisa Hill's husband Ron Hill
is the investment banker representing K.P.W..
On the possible sale of the company.
That's Lisa Hill's husband?
We saw him at the Global 12 offices.
Yep, and Ron Hill is representing K.P.W..
It's a multibillion-dollar deal.
So Bailey was engaged in covert ops.
He targeted Ron Hill's wife Lisa,
slept with her in order to steal K.P.W... Corporate secrets.
That's espionage.
More like sexpionage.
More like motive.
So Bailey was using his pickup artist skills
to sleep with Ron Hill's wife
and steal corporate secrets.
Man, there's a "penetrating enemy lines" joke
here somewhere.
You know, Ron must have hit the roof
when he discovered that those files were stolen.
Sure. Ron got screwed on the deal.
And his wife got screwed.
Boy, if anybody ever had
a motive for murder, it was Ron Hill.
Yeah, except he was in negotiations
during the poison-and-kill zone
and his wife Lisa alibied, too.
Anand I've been lookin' at the K.P.W... Deal.
Turns out that they're represented
by Keller, Braun and Franklin.
Guess who their lead attorney is. Holly Franklin?
Yep, miss no-tell-hotel herself.
The only reason you guys didn't run into her
at Global 12 Consolidated is that we were still holding her.
That explains the Lisa and Holly connection.
Yeah, but it begs the question,
how many other women did Bailey target
in this little sexpionage scheme?
All right, you guys get a list of all the people at K.P.W...
That were working the sale,
including the banking and legal teams. Right.
There's no way that Bailey was working this alone.
He's too junior.
And besides,
he was on leave.
And who authorized the leave?
Yes, I authorized his leave.
You gave him a fake I.D. And cash bonuses, Mr. Harris.
And I've already told you, I don't know anything about that.
Okay, well, how about this?
Bailey slept with Holly Franklin and Ron Hill's wife Lisa
to steal K.P.W... Secrets for your negotiation.
Did you know about that?
Come on, Harris.
This couldn't be Bailey's idea.
You're his boss, and you're Global 12 Consolidated's
lead negotiator for the K.P.W... Deal.
So...
How did it start?
Did you happen to see Bailey out
one night at some bar,
working his magic,
realized that you could use his ability to your advantage?
That is nothing but wild speculation.
You have no proof whatsoever of any wrong doing on my part
or Global 12.
Look, I don't care about corporate malfeasance.
I want Michael Bailey's killer.
And how do you think I can help?
You tell me me where he's been staying for the past month,
tell me who else was targeted,
and who he was with the day that he was killed.
Unless you're actually gonna charge me with something...
I'm leaving.
There are more than 300 female executives
at K.P.W...
Bailey could have targeted any one of them.
Not to mention all the women at the law firm
and the investment bank who are also working on the deal.
And we still have no idea where he was poisoned.
Any luck?
Nope. There's too big a pool of possible marks
that Bailey could've slept with.
Yeah, uh, speaking of that,
you know...
Ryan's my boy,
so I gotta tell him about Jenny and Bailey.
You only told me I couldn't tell Ryan.
Look, Espo, I appreciate your point of view,
but the guy hasn't eaten in a week and a half.
And teter that doughnut incident, I don't...
I'll just take this back to my desk.
Sit down, bro.
What?
Why do you guys look so serious?
You should... Eat something.
Yeah. You look hungry.
You've got the posture of a feral cat.
Guys, I made sacred vow to the woman I love.
- Is that Moo Shu pork? - Yes.
And it is delicious. Come on, bro.
Just eat.
You weren't kidding about this Moo Shu pork.
Come on! Right?
Pass the spring rolls, please.
Yeah.
So...
You know how we all love Jenny, right?
Yeah, what about her?
Well, it's just that ...
that ledger of Bailey's...
Hey, is she in that?
These... these... memory lapses...
Could you pass the fried rice?
Yeah.
So you've known all along?
Nah. I was telling Jenny about Javi's antics last night...
And we got to talking about the case.
And she told me that she met Bailey at a bar
a month or so after we started up.
She told you about that?
Yeah. She had no idea
that he was some kind of professional pickup artist.
And you're not upset at all?
Hey, it's not like we were exclusive.
Is that Mongolian beef?
Man.
Thanks, dot.
Get this. So I've been trying to figure out
where else Bailey might have been staying for the past month,
and when we got on to his corporate spying
for Global 12 Consolidated,
I looked into their corporate housing.
That's a great idea.
Yeah. Why didn't I think of that?
Turns out Mike Bailey has been checked in
to the oaks on Park Avenue for the last month
under his alias Jake Hendricks.
Well, what are you sitting around for?
Do you mind if I take the spare rib?
Okay.
You're welcome to look.
But we got the call yesterday,
Mr. Hendricks wasn't coming back.
What'd you do with all his stuff?
Per his company's instructions, we gave his clothes
and personal belongings to goodwill,
and the place has been scrubbed, bedding laundered.
Hey, javier,
check this out.
Chocolate blast.
It's a protein shake.
"Made with whey-protein isolate."
You always stock this drink?
Yeah. It's all standard.
It's exactly what Lanie said that Bailey had in his system
that delivered the colchicine.
This is where he was poisoned, bro.
Looks like we found the murder weapon.
Lanie says that the chocolate shake from the oaks
is a perfect match for the contents
of Bailey's stomach.
It's what delivered the lethal dose of colchicine.
Yo.
So the doorman at the oaks confirms
that Bailey was there during the whole poison time window.
He asked not to be disturbed.
Yeah, I bet, because sexpionage
can be so much more demanding than espionage.
True.
So I'm guessing he had a visitor.
Yep, someone who had been there a few times before.
Security cam photo capture.
Look familiar?
If we could focus on the third quarter,
I believe that would be the most productive way to move forward.
Excuse me.
Sorry to interrupt again.
What's up, Seth?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Look, detective, I have already told you
everything that I know about Michael Bailey.
Now please...
Leave.
Actually, we're not here for you, Mr. Harris.
That would be the S.E.C., soon.
Today...
We are here for a woman,
someone who works for K.P.W...
And also knew Michael Bailey...
Your C.O.O., Amy Kemp.
You're under arrest for the murder of Michael Bailey.
Pleasure doing business with you, Seth.
Let's go.
She said "killing him was just business."
He had to die to protect the corporate secrets.
Yeah, I guess the fact that he won't be around
to dupe other women was an added benefit.
Bailey worked her like all the other women...
Made her feel special,
got her to fall for him... But somewhere along the way,
she figured out what he was up to.
I'm just glad I'm out of the game.
The games are only beginning for you, my friend.
Hey. So what's up with your plus one?
It's on.
That's all I'm sayin'.
Lanie.
Hey.
Hello, Javier.
This is Toby.
Pleased to meet you.
Yeah, you, too.
This is Jody.
Nice to meet you.
Pleasure.
Excuse me. I need to find the ladies room.
Okay.
You two talk. I'll get us seats.
Thank you, Toby.
Toby, huh?
What do you mean, "Toby, huh?"
I don't know. You tell me.
You and I broke up two months ago,
so unless you thought I joined a convent,
you need to take a step back.
So you two serious now? Yeah, we're serious...
About dancing.
That's why his boyfriend let me borrow him.
Besides, I figured I'd need somebody to keep me company
while you flirted with all of Jenny's sorority sisters.
Toby's boyfriend?
And I seem to recall you here
with the center for the new York liberty.
She's my cousin.
I heard you were coming with a date,
so I thought I had to have somebody...
You look great, you know?
Yeah, I know.
Can I show you to your seat?
That would be nice.
Hopefully, it... it...
Castle.
You look like a lost puppy.
Where's your date?
At a Lady Gaga concert with a teenage boy.
How do I compete with that?
No. I'm sorry.
Yeah, me, too. I hate going to weddings alone.
Well, maybe we could be each other's plus one.
Yeah, and then avoid the stigma
of sitting at the singles' table.
Yes, that would be nice. I would like...
Okay. Good, good, good.
Look at him.
He looks so happy.
Hey. I'm so glad you're here.
Where else are we gonna be? Mwah.
You look fantastic.
Yeah, we clean up pretty nice, huh?
Jenny, you look amazing.
Thank you, Rick.
No. No, no, no, no, no. You can't see her yet.
Kevin... You are a lucky man.
Don't I know it?
Ready, bro?
I think so.
Okay. We're gonna see you in there.
Okay.
You know, I gotta say, I kind of envy him.
Well, who knows, Castle? Maybe third time's the charm.
Yeah.
Could be.
Shall we?
Yeah.
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