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Sorry, I'm gonna be a while.

Excuse me, do you know
where there's another...

Ah, thank you. Thank you.

Stop!

Oh, my God.

Sadie.

Call 911!

Call 911!

Now, Rick, be charming
but not too charming.

That's like asking superman
not to be too super.

What's wrong
with being too charming?

Nothing, except when you are
testifying in a murder trial.

Look, being charming tells
the jury that you're confident,

but being too charming tells them that
you're trying to be manipulative.

Oh, I see. This is why
you never had me testify

in any of our cases.

You're jealous of my charm.

I'm serious, okay?
Don't get cocky.

This is the first time
you'll be testifying in court,

and it can get nerve-racking.

I'll be fine, especially
since word on the street

is the defense lawyer
is a total hack.

Oh, yeah? Who is it?

Stan Novak.

"Short attention span" Stan?

That guy gets lost
in his own cross examinations.

Yeah. You will be fine.

Too bad you won't be there
to see me in action.

- No, but I will.
- Is that wise?

I mean, publicly, aren't we
still supposed to be separated?

This is the Sadie Beakman murder
trial we're talking about.

Her reporting from Iraq

shaped the way
many Americans saw the war.

Plus it gave her the profile
to launch her own news website.

And as captain of the precinct
that closed her murder case,

it would be odd
if I didn't show.

Then we should come up
with a secret signal.

A little thing just between
the two of us that says,

"I love you."

Oh, you know, I think
that would be a little...

Do you need a tissue?

No, this is my...
that's the secret "I love you" signal.

- Do you like it?
- Rubbing your nose?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, that's really romantic.

Anyway, I got to go.

I'm meeting Vikram.
I'll see you at the court.

Yes, I love you, too.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Where are we
on surveilling Caleb Brown

and connecting him to loksat?

Exactly where we were last week

and the week before that
and the week before that.

So nowhere?

Our target
at the public defender's office

is like a super villain...
No weaknesses.

Oh, come on.
That's not possible.

Sure about that? 'Cause Cee Cee
and I have tried every pos...

- Wait, what? Who's Cee Cee?
- No one.

Did you give your computer
a girl's name?

You don't know my life.

Huh. I've never been happier
about that until this moment.

Look, I am tired
of lying to everyone.

I want my life back,

and given your new relationship
with your computer,

it's time you get yours
back, too.

So let's figure this out.
What is Caleb Brown's weakness?

This is gonna be the easiest
case I have ever tried.

How can you be so sure?

The defendant
has a history of arrest

for robbing high-end houses
while working as a cater waiter.

Sadie Beakman caught her
in the act

and the defendant killed her
in order to get away.

Isn't that all circumstantial?

Yes, which is why it's
a good thing I have you...

An eyewitness.

The defendant really should've
taken that plea deal I offered.

Yeah. Why didn't she?

What do you think
their defense is gonna be?

Don't concern yourself
with that.

No matter how he tries
to spin the facts,

you stick with what you saw.

Nina O'Keefe
killed Sadie Beakman.

The victim's family.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Hi. Nice to see you again.

Sorry it's under
such terrible circumstances.

Yeah. Us, too.

So, how are you holding up?

Some good days, more bad.

We can't seem to get over it.

You know, my wife spent
two years embedded

with troops in Iraq
and not a scratch.

And then a party in Manhattan.
Doesn't make sense.

Well, we're gonna get her
justice.

Marcus. Hey. Glad you
could make it, Captain.

So, um, what is this I hear
about you asking Lanie out?

No, no, no, no.
You got that wrong.

Lanie asked me.

Really? That's what I...

Nina.

My name is Caleb Brown from
the public defender's office.

I'll be representing you today.

What is Caleb Brown doing here?

That's a good question.

All rise!
This court is now in session.

The honorable
judge Gloria Wollcott presiding.

Be seated.

Well, well, well,
Mr. Caleb Brown.

As lovely as it is to see you in
my courtroom, where's Mr. Novak?

Your Honor,

Mr. Novak's wife went
into premature labor last night.

Oh, no.

The baby's fine,
as is the mother,

but obviously Mr. Novak
is unavailable,

so the public defender's office
asked me to take over.

- And you're up to speed on the case?
- Yes, Your Honor.

Plus I did a little work
on my own this morning.

- Any objections, Mr. Weller?
- None, Your Honor.

Then let's proceed, shall we?
Bailiff, bring in the jury.

The people call
Roger masters, Your Honor.

Sadie was kind, thoughtful.
She was generous.

I would know. We were friends
for over 20 years.

I was her cameraman back
when she was still

a news correspondent
before she started her website.

Thank you, Mr. Masters.
No further questions.

So, the murder took place at
your townhouse, is that correct?

I'm afraid so.

My wife and I hosted
the cocktail party

where your client killed Sadie.

Did you see my client kill her?

No. No, I did not.

The fireplace poker
punctured the ribcage

and nicked Mrs. Beakman's aorta,

causing massive blood loss
and her eventual death.

Did Mrs. Beakman
die immediately?

It would've taken
5 to 10 minutes

for her to succumb
to her wounds.

Dr. Parish, would Mrs. Beakman
have been in much pain?

Yes. Excruciating pain.

No further questions, Your Honor.

The defendant was on the run
until me and my partner...

Until my partner and I caught up
with her at Grand Central Terminal.

And... and did my client confess?

No. She didn't make a statement.

- The only thing she said...
- The only thing she said

was that she wanted to speak
with a lawyer.

The people call Richard Castle.

Raise your right hand.

Oh, sorry.
This is the right hand.

Do you swear
to tell the truth, the whole truth,

- and nothing but the truth?
- I do.

Mr. Castle, what is it
that you do for a living?

I'm a murder-mystery novelist.

Have you held any other jobs?

Yeah, six years
as a civilian investigator

working with the NYPD,
homicides for the 12th precinct.

So, you're a bit of an expert

when it comes
to solving murders?

Yes, and I use that expertise

to lend authenticity
to my novels.

Now, what brought you to the
home of Roger and Joanna Masters

on the evening of September 14th
five months ago?

Joanna Masters won a charity auction

to have me come to her home
and do a private reading

of "Driving Heat," my latest novel,

due to come out
the following day.

Oh, my!

Richard Castle... In my home.

It is a pleasure to meet you.

Oh, I just adore your books.

I mean, Nikki Heat
is, like, my role model.

- I love her.
- Me, too. You are too kind.

- And you are too cute.
- Keep talking.

Please come in, come in.

Oh.

Like you to meet
my husband, Roger.

- Richard.
- Nice to meet you.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

And, uh...
These are the Beakmans.

That's when I met Sadie Beakman.

Sadie, Lloyd, and
their lovely daughter, Annie.

- Richard. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

I'm sure you recognize Sadie

from her Iraq war news reports,

but she also owns and operates
beakmanreport.com.

After meeting
the soon-to-be victim,

I met the soon-to-be killer.

Champagne?

Thank you so much
for being here.

Thank you for having me.

Sorry about the small poster.
I ran out of the big ones.

"Driving Heat," written by... this guy.

"The last thing Nikki Heat expected

when she received her promotion
up to captain of the NYPD..."

After the reading,
I needed to use the restroom.

Sorry, I'm gonna be a while.

So I went to use
the facilities upstairs.

Stop!

That's when I saw the defendant
kill Sadie Beakman.

Let the record reflect
the witness has identified

the defendant, Nina O'Keefe,
as the woman in question.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

Mr. Brown, your witness.

Mr. Castle, I-i don't want to
take up too much of your time.

I only have
a handful of questions.

First... is it possible

that my client did not kill
Mrs. Beakman?

Oh, no. It was definitely her.

And you remember the events
of the evening clearly?

Because I know that you have
a history of memory loss.

Objection, Your Honor.
Goes to credibility.

I'll allow it.

Mr. Castle, is it true
that on may 12, 2014,

you were abducted
by parties still unknown

and then returned 8 weeks later?

Yes.

And you still have memory loss?

Only of those eight weeks.

My memory of your client killing
Mrs. Beakman is crystal clear.

But how can you be sure?

Because I was an eyewitness.

Ah. So glad
that you used that word.

Eyewitness.

Now, Mr. Castle, you gave
a reading of "Driving Heat"

on the evening in question,

the continuing adventures of Nikki Heat.

Might you humor the court and
just give us a short reading?

Just the highlighted section,
if you please.

"Nikki had seen it often,
as every cop had.

Otherwise-reliable eyewitnesses

conflate or confuse details
that seem indelible

to those not caught up
in the trauma of the incident."

According to previous testimony,

you use your expertise
with the NYPD

to add authenticity
to your stories.

Is that correct?

The defendant killed Mrs. Beakman.

I know what I saw.

Just like you knew what you saw
on February 2, 2015?

Mr. Castle, did you give a statement

to a Detective Neely
of Westchester P.D.

That you were an eyewitness
to the murder of Eva Whitfield

and that her husband, Cole, was the killer?

Yes, I did...

- And was Cole Whitfield the killer?
- No.

So you've been wrong before.

That incident was a setup.

What happened to Mrs. Beakman
was not.

I saw the defendant kill her.

Says the man whose own writings

speak to the unreliability
of eyewitnesses,

a man who has given false
eyewitness statements in the past,

a man with a history
of memory loss.

- Marcus... Help him.
- Don't you think I would if I could?

Mr. Castle, let's pretend

that you're a character out
of one of your novels.

Would Nikki Heat think that
you were a reliable witness?

That is a ridiculous question,
and yes, she would.

I'm disappointed in you, Mr. Castle.

I thought you of all people

would be sympathetic to my client.

Weren't you once framed
for murder?

That... yeah, that was 3XK,
the serial killer.

He had a vendetta against me.

That... that was...
That was different.

W-why is it different for you
but not for my client?

What makes you so special,
Mr. Castle?

Dr. parish testified
that the victim, Mrs. Beakman,

was alive for 5 to 10 minutes
after being stabbed

and in excruciating pain.

Might it be that my client
simply came across the victim

after the true killer
stabbed her and fled?

But that... this is not
one of your stories, sir!

You do not get to make up
the facts as you see fit.

Now, my client is fighting
for her life

just as you once fought
for yours against 3XK.

So, now I ask you one last time,
is it possible, Mr. Castle,

that my client did not kill
Mrs. Beakman?

- Yes, it's possible.
- Yes.

Yes, it is possible.
Possible that you are wrong.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

Mr. Castle, you may step down.

S08E10
Witness for the Prosecution

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Mr. Castle, you may step down.

Mr. Castle.

Step down.

It's nearly 5:00.

We will pick this back up
in the morning.

Court is in recess
until 9:00 A.M.

Come here.

Marcus, I'm so sorry.
I don't know what happened.

- I got torpedoed.
- No, no, no, no.

You got nuked.

Are you okay?

Beckett, I just blew
the entire case.

Well, the trial's not over yet,
right, Marcus?

Look, I'm not gonna lie to you.
We got a serious problem now.

Castle, you've just given
the jury reasonable doubt.

But there's got to be
something we can do, right?

Well, we have until
court resumes tomorrow morning

to find new evidence

or another witness
who can prove Nina's guilt.

Yes. However,
what can you possibly uncover

in less than 16 hours?

I don't know.
But we have to try.

How many more times do we
have to go through these case files?

As many as it takes.

Beckett, we got stacks and stacks
of hay here but no needles.

I think we need a new strategy.

I can't believe
how badly I blew it out there.

This is my fault, guys.
I'm sorry.

Don't do that to yourself.

We've all been tripped up
on the witness stand.

True. Back when I
was in uniform,

a defense attorney
got my head so turned around

that I testified the defendant
actually kicked my ass

when I tried to arrest her.

What's wrong with that?

The defendant was a 75-year-old
woman in a wheelchair.

I lost all credibility with the jury.

To this day, we pass the park
where she feeds the birds,

she snickers, turns to her
nurse, and tells her the tale

of how she got one over
on poor old Javi.

Ms. Lucinda...
I will get her one day.

But have any of you botched your
testimony in a murder trial?

Exactly.

Hey, Espo,
that story about Ms. Lucinda...

So she still talks about
how she made a fool out of you.

Yes. Thank you for rubbing it
in, Captain Beckett.

You guys,
we're approaching this wrong.

I mean, we've been trying to
find a clue from the murder,

whereas we should be looking for
a clue from after the murder.

Yes. Nina's been held
since her arrest.

She might've confessed something
to a cellmate.

- Let's bring Nina's cellmate in.
- Mm.

Hey, thank you.

For what?

For not giving up on me.

Well, you've never given up
on me, so...

Castle, wait.

Uh, not here.

Oh, right. Separated. Oh.

Are you okay?
Do you have allergies?

No, that's the...
That's the signal. That's the...

Oh, yes. You really should think
of something better.

- It's adorable.
- Mnh-mnh.

Damn.
That's a good photo of Nina.

You know, in my mug shot,
I look like a train wreck.

Probably because I was
high on crack at the time.

Just answer the question.

Has Nina revealed anything
about the murder?

Yep. Between the three of us,
she's guilty as hell.

What do you know?

Okay, Bridget,
what do you want?

Oh, what does any girl want, Detective?

The personal satisfaction
of bringing a killer to justice?

50 bucks in my prison commissary
every week for the next 10 weeks.

40 bucks for 5 weeks.

Eight, and that's as low
as I'll go.

Deal. But you better have
some solid information.

Now, has Nina confessed
to the murder?

No.

But I know she did it.

Look, here's the deal with Nina.

She's a mouse.
Doesn't talk much.

Then one day she lets slip
she's worried

the prosecution might find out
about her secret.

- What secret?
- Didn't say.

I think it has to do
with her boyfriend or something.

What boyfriend?

If Nina has a secret boyfriend
out there,

- there's a chance she confessed to him.
- Yeah.

No, I'm just
trying to figure out

who Nina was dating
when she was arrested.

Am I working with the police?
No. No, no.

I went to high school with Nina.

What school? Uh... Taft?

Hello? Uh...

None of Nina's people

are gonna help us
build a case against her.

We're gonna have to
figure out a different way

to identify Nina's boyfriend.

I just did. Follow me.

So, I went through
Nina's financials.

It turns out
the night before the murder,

Nina bought drinks
at a bar on the East Village.

Now, that bar went out
of business.

However, the hotel next door

had surveillance footage
from that night.

Look.

Now, bear in mind, this is the
night before Nina killed Sadie.

There's Nina.
Is Nina's boyfriend in this?

Not her boyfriend. Wait for it.

Her girlfriend.

Sadie!

Yep.

The victim and
the killer were having an affair?!

Why is my voice so high?

You see, Beckett?

This is why I love
the 12th precinct.

You guys never let me down.

This recording gives you
new motive for murder,

and it's ironclad.

Nina and Sadie
were having an affair.

Clearly, they were fighting,

and Nina most likely killed her
in a crime of passion.

Okay. I will have
my people track down

former employees of this bar,

and hopefully one of them
can corroborate the affair.

Okay, and I'll have my team

touch base with Sadie's
family and friends.

Maybe they can shed some light as to
what was behind this little love affair.

You see, Marcus?
And you were worried.

Okay, boys,
we found Nina's coffin.

Now let's nail it shut.

I'll talk to Nina's employees.

I'll go talk with her friends.

Sadie was having an affair
with that woman?

That is so twisted.

Well, you never know what
goes on behind closed doors.

So you knew nothing about
Sadie's extramarital affairs?

She was good at keeping secrets.

Then why hire the catering
company that Nina worked for?

Sadie's recommendation.

She went to an event
that they catered,

said the food was amazing.

I bet that's
how Sadie and Nina met.

What do you think, Richard?

Entirely possible.

See! I told you I was a Nikki Heat fan.
I even think like her, too.

- It's uncanny.
- I know.

It's good that you moved the basketball
hoop away from the townhouse.

Oh, yeah, those things, they're just an
invitation for burglars to break in.

Or murderers like Nina
to break out.

Well, we always keep
the hoop there. Nina moved it.

Yeah, we didn't even realize that she
had until the day after the murder.

How are you sure
it was Nina that moved it?

Well, if it wasn't her,

who else could it have been?

Ryan, a moment?

Excuse us.

The basketball hoop being moved

speaks to a premeditative act.

Yeah, but our theory
of this whole thing

is a crime of passion.
What are you thinking?

That we don't know
the whole story.

Someone else was up here
before I caught Nina over Sadie.

Please tell me you're joking.

The fact the basketball hoop
was moved is significant

because Nina didn't have
any reason to do it.

Kate... Why am I back here?

Marcus, this is
a legitimate concern.

If Nina didn't move the hoop,
then who did and why?

Let's stick with what we know.
Castle saw Nina kill Sadie.

End of story.

I'm not actually 100% sure
about that anymore.

Wait. Don't tell me you're buying
into Caleb's ridiculous defense.

Rick, you got your bell rung
in court today. It happens.

Caleb Brown
is a hell of an attorney.

Now you got to let it go.

So you're not
going to investigate?

You saw the tape.
They were having an affair.

It's a crime of passion. Nina
is guilty, plain and simple.

Don't we have to be sure?

Rick, look at me. I'm sure.

- Marcus, if we could just...
- Stop.

This case cannot afford

to have you pour any
more doubt into people's ears.

Listen, I know
you two are separated and all,

- but could you please talk to him?
- Mm-hmm.

Castle, are you sure
that Nina's innocent?

I don't know.

But what's worse than letting
a guilty person go free?

Sending an innocent one to jail.

All right.

Go home. I'll swing by later.

So you don't trust
what you saw?

I don't know that I can anymore.

I just... keep running it
in my head over and over again.

And you think Nina was just
trying to help this poor woman?

Nina's back was to me.

I didn't actually see
the death blow. I...

You got to believe me, you guys.

I-it really looked
like she did it.

Mm-hmm.
Well, I believe you.

It's just honestly it sounds
to me like Nina killed her.

Me too. I have to
find out for sure.

Dad, there's no way to do that.

I know.

Or is there?

I've got it.

And I'd only have to do two things.

One, delay the trial so I have
a chance to investigate,

and two, have a one-on-one
conversation with Nina.

Uh, Nina's lawyer
will never allow it.

Which is why I'm
going to have to be very clever

with how I go about this.

I take it you have a plan.

You know I do, mother.

Might I ask you what it is?

I'm gonna get thrown in jail.

Yes?

Good morning, Your Honor.

Mr. Castle,
you can't be in here.

And yet here I am.

Your Honor, I was made a fool of
yesterday on the stand.

I have a reputation to protect,
so I would like... a do-over.

- A do-over?
- A do-over.

Okay, two things.
One... that's stupid.

And two... your presence in my
chambers is highly unethical.

I could hold you
in contempt of court for this.

Well, I would like to...
See you try.

Reggie, come in here, please.

Mr. Castle, I'm aware of your
friendship with the mayor,

so even though you don't deserve
it, I'm gonna let you go.

Reggie, escort him out
of the building, please.

Oh. Your Honor,
I see you attended law school

- at Hudson University.
- Mm.

That explains why
you're so bad at your job.

Excuse me?

Yes, you see, uh, everyone knows

only criminals attend
Hudson University.

I myself have solved
three homicides there.

Hello?

Gloria Wollcott, please.

Speaking.

Yes, this is
Tri-Mountain Security calling.

The alarm on your
Connecticut home was triggered.

The officer responded,

and I'm afraid the report

is that your residence
was burglarized.

What?! Okay, I'm on my way.

My house has been burglarized.

Your Honor, you know who I am
and what I'm capable of doing.

I can find those burglars for you.

How? Well, first I
would need a listing

of all the Hudson University students
and alumnus in the tri-state area.

Okay, that's it.

Contempt. Have him thrown
into a holding cell.

Hey, my trial was supposed
to begin like five minutes ago.

What's going on?

Judge postponed your trial until tomorrow.

You'll be transported back
to rikers at the end of the day.

Hey.

So, what are you in for?

Sorry, bad joke.

Don't talk to me.

Nina, look, I know
about the affair with Sadie.

The A.D.A. knows it, too.
He is gonna use it to bury you.

Why are you telling me this?

I was there, Nina. I saw you.
I saw you with my own eyes.

I didn't kill Sadie!
I loved her.

So, yeah, you were there,
but you saw it wrong.

So tell me what I missed.

I found Sadie on the ground.
Someone had already stabbed her.

She was struggling to breathe,
so I pulled the poker out.

I was trying to help her.

So then why did you run?

I knew how it looked.
I panicked.

Why didn't you tell that to
the police when they caught you?

Please. I've been arrested
before, and I got screwed over.

You know why? Because
none of the cops believed me.

I wasn't gonna make
the same mistake twice.

- Did you at least tell your lawyer?
- Of course.

I told my original public
defender all about the affair,

but he said it'd just
come across as motive.

Surprise, surprise. It did.

What about the fight?

The fight you had with Sadie
outside the bar

the night before the murder?

It was nothing.

Nina...

Nina.

I think you're telling the truth,

but I can't help you unless
you tell me the whole story.

The fight was
about a couple things.

I was sick of sneaking around,

but Sadie was all paranoid
because she had been caught

cheating with other guys
in the past.

Other guys?

So, you were her first...

Lesbian?

Yes. Is that a problem?

No, not with me. You should
check my source history.

But you said you were arguing
about a couple of things.

What really pissed me off
was that Sadie asked me

to do something
at that cocktail party.

What did she ask you to do?

Bring her Roger Masters'
empty champagne glass.

Roger Masters the host?

- Why would she want his empty glass?
- She wouldn't say.

And that really got me fired up

because if I got caught stealing,

even something as trivial
as a champagne glass,

I would've lost my job.

But you stole it for her anyway,
didn't you?

At the end of the day,
I'd do anything for Sadie,

and she knew it.

She had me wrapped around her
finger the moment I met her.

Walk me through it.
Tell me what happened.

When Roger was done
with his champagne,

I retrieved the empty glass and
quietly handed it off to Sadie.

- What did she do with it?
- Went upstairs.

I followed her up
like 20 minutes later

to see what was going on.

That's when I found her.

- And you told all this to your lawyer?
- Yes.

But my original public defender

was too overloaded
with other cases.

And, truth be told,
he thought I was guilty.

He wanted me to take
the A.D.A.'S plea deal.

Thank God Caleb Brown took over.

At least he's fighting for me.

Yo. How's it hanging, jailbird?

You already pissed off the A.D.A.

So, what, you figured,

why the hell not piss off
the judge, as well?

Yeah. Can you guys
get me out of here?

Already done. Bailiff called us
to come get you.

I'm gonna figure out
what happened.

I promise.

Are you out of your mind?

I didn't do anything wrong.

You tricked a judge
to postpone a trial,

and then you illegally
questioned the defendant.

Yeah, but other than that,
I didn't do anything wrong.

Yo, Beckett, Castle's convinced
that Nina's innocent now.

Because why?

Because Sadie wanted
Roger's glass?

I think she was after his DNA.

Why?

Roger was her cameraman
for 20 years.

Nina said that Sadie had had
affairs with men in the past.

Maybe they had had one

and Sadie's daughter
was actually Roger's.

So, uh, what, you think that
Sadie cooked this whole thing up

so she could get a DNA sample
for a paternity test?

Only one way to find out. What
do you want us to do, Captain?

- I...
- Beckett. Look.

Uh, go talk to Roger,
see what he knows.

What is he doing here?

I'll handle this.
You just be normal.

Captain, you crossed the line.

I know that you had Castle go in
and interview my client...

Look, counselor,
Castle and I are separated.

He is no longer associated
with the 12th precinct.

So neither I nor the NYPD

can be held accountable
for his actions.

So you knew nothing about it?

That's what I said, isn't it?

I don't believe you.

And I don't care.

Typical cop.

Wait.

What?

Look, if you repeat
what I'm about to tell you,

I will deny it.

I have people
looking into Nina's case.

Do you believe
that she's innocent?

I didn't say that, but I think
we have to be thorough.

And now that the trial
has been postponed,

we have time
to investigate further.

I appreciate that, captain.

Counselor, Nina wasn't your
client until yesterday morning.

Why are you so passionate
about this case?

For the same
reason that I assume you are.

Justice.

This is Caleb Brown.

Yes.

Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm on my way.

So, while the judge
was heading home,

she called a neighbor,
who checked on her house.

Turns out, the house
was not burglarized.

Anyway, she's ordered that the
trial resume in a half an hour.

So if your people are going to
help prove Nina's innocence,

they'd better hurry.

You again.

Hello, Roger. We need to talk.

Now what?

Joanna.

Well, hello!

Sorry for the interruption.
This won't take long.

It actually can't. Trial's gonna
start again in a few minutes.

And we need to nail down
who the real killer is

before an innocent woman
gets convicted.

What do you mean innocent?
You saw that woman kill Sadie.

No, Roger, I only thought I did.

You see,
the mind is a funny thing.

Doesn't like a vacuum.
So it fills in the blanks.

Much like when I discovered Sadie
and Nina were having an affair,

I automatically assumed Nina
killed her in a lover's quarrel

when really the two of them
were working together

to get something
from you, Roger.

What is he talking about?

I'm sure I have no idea.

- May I?
- Please.

Turns out that Sadie asked Nina
to bring her a glass

with your DNA on it.

The question is why.

- My turn?
- Go for it.

We think that you were
having an affair with Sadie.

I knew it!

All those years
you were working together,

your little
secret conversations.

You were cheating on me
this whole time, weren't you?

Honey, it's not true. I swear.

See, Sadie wanted
a sample of your DNA

to prove that you are
the father of Sadie's daughter.

Oh.

Oh, for the love of God.

I told you. I don't understand.

Roger is infertile...

Due to a childhood illness,
and Sadie knew that.

Hell, the mailman probably knows it,
given how much Roger talks about it.

It was a very traumatic experience.

As is this.
I'd like you to leave.

Sorry, Roger. No can do.
Sadie wanted your glass.

- If not for DNA, then why?
- Perhaps a fingerprint.

Why would Sadie need
his fingerprint?

I have no idea.

Your wife does.

Right over there.
Behind the picture.

Joanna, how could you?

Oh, please, I've been dying
to know what you've been hiding

in your safe for years now,
Roger.

And the fact that
you didn't knock up Sadie

doesn't mean
you weren't knocking boots.

If you think I'm opening that
without a warrant, you're crazy.

How long would it take
to get us a warrant?

An hour or two.

We don't have that kind of time.

- Joanna, you're a fan of Nikki heat.
- Yeah, so?

So, how would you like to have a main
character named after you in my next book?

Joanna, don't you dare.

How about a villain?

Deal.

You wouldn't.

What are we gonna find
on this tape, Roger?

Said it's here, right?

Yeah,
but you know how they lie.

Here. Found something.

Tell me that's not a WMD.

- Whoa. You know what that is?
- Yeah.

One of the $5-million duffel bags

the CIA's handing out all over Iraq.

Let's take it.

What? No.

Sadie, come on.

It's 5 million bucks, and
no one's ever gonna miss it.

Roger, forget about it.
We're reporters, not thieves.

I'll notify JSOC
when we get back to base.

All right,
let's get out of here.

But you didn't leave it,
did you?

You can see on the tape
that we did.

Sure, and then once you stopped
recording, you went back to get it.

Over a billion dollars
in cash went missing

during the Iraq invasion.

What's a lousy $5 mil?

You couldn't just leave it,
could you?

Yeah, that's exactly what I did.

Except Sadie didn't, did she?

No. She didn't.

She snuck back
and took it for herself,

and then she smuggled it to
the states, tried to cut me out.

But you had the tape,
and you used that

to blackmail her
so you could get your share.

But Sadie didn't like
you having all that leverage.

What I can't figure out is,

what took Sadie so long to try
to get this tape back from you?

Oh, I get it.
You burned through the money

that Sadie gave you originally,
so you needed more.

I am mortgaged to the hilt, okay?

All my credit cards are maxed,
and my wife won't stop spending.

Hell, she forked over 15 g's
to that stupid charity auction

to have the great Richard Castle

read a couple of chapters out
of his novel.

Okay, so you went to Sadie
demanding more money,

she refused, and then when
you caught her in your office

that night trying to take
what was yours...

You grabbed the fireplace poker
and you killed her.

No! I didn't even know Sadie
was trying to steal the tape

until you guys showed up
at my house earlier.

Prove it. Where were you
at the time of the murder?

Do you promise
not to tell my wife?

I was in the basement

getting baked with chip Evans
and Lester Davis.

I lied because I promised my
wife that I would stop toking.

It's just... I'm under
a lot of stress lately.

Please tell me you solved it.

Roger's alibi checks out.

We're back to square one
with zero leads.

Any luck with Weller?

All he cares about
is getting a conviction,

and from the look of the jury
when they found out

about Nina and Sadie's affair,
he's gonna get it.

We need to figure something out.

I have an idea.

Castle, what are you doing?

Saving an innocent woman's life.

- Mr. Brown, your witness.
- Stop the trial!

Okay, so... Now what?

I don't know. I didn't think
this one all the way through.

Mm.

Hello, Your Honor.
Nice to see you again.

Hoping to make another visit to
the holding cells, Mr. Castle?

No, Your Honor.
Once was plenty, thank you.

And my sincerest apologies
for the interruption.

However, there has been
a development in the case.

Excuse us, Your Honor,

but the defense has a witness
to call to the stand.

Uh, Your Honor,
the defense would like to call

Richard Castle to the stand.

So, Nina definitely didn't do it.

Tell me something I don't know,
like who did.

No idea.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

- and nothing but the truth?
- I do.

Looks like I got my do-over
after all.

Um...

Mr. Castle, yesterday, you testified

that my client was guilty
of killing Mrs. Beakman.

Do you still believe that's true?

No. Nina's innocent.

Okay, and when, may I ask,

did you change your mind
about my client?

When I realized
that Nina was a victim.

Victim of bad timing.

First and foremost, my own.

Bad timing, you say?

It was my bad timing

that brought me
to the crime scene too late.

Had I gotten there earlier,

I would've seen Nina
finding Sadie already stabbed.

Okay, but then my client ran.

- Why?
- Because she knew how it looked.

While we're on the topic of bad timing,

let's not fail to mention the timing

of Nina originally being paired
with a public defender

who didn't care about the truth,
unlike you, sir.

Um...
Well, Mr. Castle, is there anything...

Is there anything else you'd like
to share with the court?

Yes. Good people of the jury, it
is frightening to think about,

but Nina O'Keefe is on trial today

simply because
I needed to use the restroom

and the one downstairs...

Bad timing.

The bathroom downstairs
was occupied.

Call 911!

Call 911!

I was rushing through
to the back of the house,

thinking Nina was the killer
and that she was getting away,

but the true killer never left.

The true killer...

Was still in that bathroom,
cleaning the mud from his shoes,

the mud he collected
trudging through the backyard...

to and from killing Sadie.

Mr. Castle, did you see this man?

Yeah. Talk about bad timing.

He came out just in time
for me to catch him.

Can you point to this man
in this courtroom?

The man who killed Sadie Beakman?

Yes, I can.

It was her husband,
Lloyd Beakman.

How dare you.

Wait, you and mom
disappeared from the party

at the same time.

No, I-I remember because
I was trying to find you guys.

All right, that's enough.
I want order.

Apologies to the court, Your Honor.

Joanna Masters thought that Sadie

was having an affair
with her husband, Roger,

but she was wrong,
and so were you.

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

Sure, you do.

You saw your wife head
up those stairs.

You had your suspicions.
She had cheated on you before.

So you headed out to the yard,

you moved
the basketball hoop over

so you could climb up it
and get a better look.

But Sadie caught you spying
in the window, didn't she?

So you came inside

and accused her
of having an affair with Roger.

Dad, what did you do?

What did I do?

Your mother
was having an affair with...

Her, of all people.

And it was so funny to your mother
that I assumed it was Roger.

She laughed and laughed.

So you were upstairs with Sadie.

W-w-w-what I meant was...

What happened, Lloyd?
Did you lose control?

Is that why you killed her?

I didn't
mean to. I didn't mean it.

I loved Sadie, but I just...

Mr. Beakman, my advice to you

would be to stop talking
and find yourself an attorney.

Mr. Beakman,
you're under arrest for murder.

Come on. Hands.

Your Honor,
in light of these developments,

the people file a motion
to dismiss all charges

against Nina O'Keefe.

Granted. Case dismissed.

Thank you.

Great job, guys. You should be
proud of yourselves.

- Why? We blew it.
- Yeah.

For five months, we had an
innocent woman rotting in jail.

No, that one's not on us.

Nina's original defense attorney
did that to her.

At the end of the day, we're the
ones who brought her justice.

Speaking of which,
I got to take back

everything bad I've ever said
about defense attorneys.

That guy Caleb Brown,
he's all right.

Yeah. He's a stand-up guy.

- We'll see you later, Beckett.
- Yeah.

Okay, goodnight, guys.

Caleb's a "stand-up guy."
If they only knew.

No, they're right.

I mean, Caleb is a monster,
but what we learned today

is that he is a monster
who is desperate to do good.

So?

So, we were looking
for his weakness.

And we just found it.

Hey. Celebratory champagne.

Felt appropriate,
given the twist it played

in today's courtroom drama.

Yes, enough drama
to fill a legal thriller.

Maybe you should try
a new genre.

Maybe I should try to make sure
I never testify in court again.

You kept an innocent woman out
of jail, Rick.

I'm proud of you for that.

Couldn't have done it
without you.

So...

How is your investigation
into Loksat coming along?

You know
I can't tell you about that.

Right, right. For my own safety.

Uh... But I can tell you this.

I'm getting close.

That's good, because so am I.

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