MARTHA: Two hundred and ninety-seven wedding guests!
It's a minor miracle, our final total is below 300. Ripped By mstoll
There. I am done.
Five hundred autographed copies of Wild Storm.
My pre-wedding signing obligations are finished.
- Good. Now sign this. - What's this one?
Final payment for the rooftop venue.
You mean the perfect venue. A 360-degree view of Manhattan.
The stars above us, the world at our feet.
It's too bad Beckett didn't want to bungee jump
off the side of the building for our big exit.
Now, that would've been cool.
The tuxes will be in tomorrow evening. Did you tell Esposito and Ryan?
I did. They will be here to try them on and to collect them.
You are the most adorable best man a groom could hope for.
- (DOORBELL BUZZES) - MARTHA: Oh...
Probably the concierge with more gifts.
Ah, hi, Gerard. Put them over there with the others. Thank you.
All right. I'm out.
Bye.
Dad! Don't forget the forms for the marriage license.
Those are my case files.
Ask your questions,
because I will be pretty much unreachable for the next three weeks.
Okay. What are you more excited about, the wedding or the honeymoon?
Three weeks in the Maldives on a private island? What do you think?
Actually, the only thing that I'm not excited about
is having to say my vows in front of all those people.
You'll be fine. Just imagine your wedding guests are murder suspects.
In their underwear.
Or not.
You know, I was so nervous before my wedding
that I ran into a wall and got a black eye.
You're supposed to be a wreck.
You're about to experience one of the most important days of your life.
I'm so happy for you, Detective.
Hey, guys!
In spite of who you're marrying.
So, who's ready to get her marriage license?
Me. Almost. I gotta get my bag.
Excellent. And Alexis wanted me to remind you...
She called, she texted and she e-mailed. We will be there.
And we'll bring our black shoes.
Do you have our paperwork?
"I do."
I'm just practicing. (CHUCKLES)
I... I do. I got it.
Have fun, guys.
T-minus 72 hours until we are married.
This feels like a dream.
- That's 'cause I'm dreamy. - Oh, shush.
- Next! - Ah.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Here we are.
Mr. Richard Castle and Ms. Katherine Beckett.
That's us.
Proof of divorce?
Is there something wrong with my documents?
They're in order. Ms. Beckett, do you have yours?
- Pardon me? - Your divorce paperwork.
(CHUCKLING) I'm sorry, there's a mistake.
I've never been married.
Well, according to this, you have. And it looks like you still are.
I'm married?
To whom?
MARTHA: Rogan O'Leary?
Well, who is Rogan O'Leary?
A guy she met freshman year at Stanford.
Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.
And you married him?
Not really.
Except she did.
The two of them drove to Vegas, had too much to drink,
and thought it would be a riot to take a cab to a drive-through wedding chapel.
- You didn't. - She did.
Yeah, I did. But I never thought that it was for real.
And I broke up with the guy a couple weeks later,
after I found out he was a compulsive liar, degenerate and a thief.
Yes, but not before you tied the knot.
And here I thought you were a one-and-done kind of girl.
Does your father know about this?
- I really am gonna be sick. - (DOORBELL BUZZES)
And that would be my lawyer.
BROWNING: You were both over 18.
Regardless of your seriousness or intent at the time,
I'm afraid your wedding at the Drive-Thru of Love
was real, legal and binding.
Okay, we are getting married in three days.
I'm afraid you can't. Not unless you terminate your first marriage.
We have 300 people coming. Most of them are flying in.
So, what are we gonna say to all of them?
Henry, is there anything we can do to make this go away?
It's possible, if there's mutual consent.
I brought a dissolution-of-marriage contract,
and I could expedite it through the city, but...
You'll have to get Mr. O'Leary to sign it, too.
How? It's been 15 years. I have no idea where he is.
Okay, looks like we found him.
But, man, is your
- husband a piece of work. - Mmm.
He's not my husband.
Except, legally, he is.
So, what do we know about him?
Well, your boy got around. He was charged with theft in Austin in '05.
He did time for a DUI in Iowa in '07.
RYAN: He was arrested for fraud in Kentucky, and...
Oh, this is a good one.
He was put in jail for impersonating an FBI agent in New Orleans.
I must say, given his record,
I'm really surprised you stayed with him all these years.
Do you know where he is now?
Yeah, it looks like he settled in a small town in upstate New York
called Willow Creek about five years ago.
- Do you have his contact information? - Texting right now.
FEMALE VOICE: The voice mail for...
ROGAN: Rogan O'Leary.
FEMALE VOICE: ... is full. Please try again later.
I'm not getting through. Either the phone rings incessantly,
or I get the "voice mail is full" message.
So, what do you want to do?
I want to get married.
- What do you want to do? - I want to get married, too.
Okay! Then it's settled.
You'll stay here and keep the wedding on track.
And you?
I'm gonna go to Willow Creek.
I've got less than three days to find Rogan O'Leary and get a divorce.
- (DOOR OPENS) - (SIGHS)
He's not worth it.
Pardon me?
Sweetie, I've been his neighbor for five years.
He's got a smile that will make your pants fall off.
But trust me, he's trouble.
Do you know where I can find him?
Don't say I didn't warn you.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
Excuse me.
Hi, I'm looking for one of your bartenders. Rogan O'Leary?
(MAN SCREAMING)
Come on, Tildy!
(GLASS SHATTERS)
- Never mind. - Give me a break!
TILDY: You want a break? I'll give you a break.
Oh... (EXHALES SHARPLY)
What the hell did I do?
What did you do? How about what didn't you do?
I thought you came here to apologize, to tell me how sorry you are.
But, no! All you want is your stuff back?
It's not even your stuff!
It's our stuff! And I need it to make things right.
I'm through! Now get out of my bar!
Come on, babe.
(CHUCKLING) You know you don't mean that.
You love me too much.
PATRONS: Oh!
How's that for love?
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES)
Kit Kat?
(CHUCKLES) Is that you?
Hello, Rogan.
So, I see you haven't changed.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, what? That? Nah!
Come on. That was just...
That was just a lovers' quarrel, as they say.
(GROANS)
So, Kit Kat, what brings you to Willow Creek, huh?
You walking the nostalgia trail?
Tracking down old flames to discover who you really are?
Uh... No. Do you remember a trip that we took to Vegas?
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
I don't know, it's a little fuzzy.
But most of my best memories are. (LAUGHS)
So, when we were there, do you recall a cab ride and a drive-up chapel?
Nope, but I do recall the dine-and-dash on the Strip.
(LAUGHING) Huh? Do you remember that? With the hoagies?
At the counter... "Hey, you! Get outta there!"
Well, you know what? You're probably gonna find this funny.
But as it turns out,
you and I have been married for 15 years.
- Married? - Mmm-hmm.
For realsies?
- Yeah. - That is hilarious!
How long have you known that?
Well, I just found out. But you know what?
It's not a big deal, because all you have to do is sign this,
and you're off the hook.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, you know, it's a... It is a pretty nice hook, you know?
I mean, heck, we have been married this long,
maybe we should just give it a chance.
(CHUCKLES) No, well, I know.
So, uh...
It must be pretty important to you to have me sign these forms then, huh?
You know, if you've driven all the way from...
- New York. - New York.
Let me guess. Lawyer?
- Detective. - Detective!
Yeah. NYPD.
Wow! So, tell me, how does a girl go from
picking the lock on Pearl Jam's tour bus
so she can steal Eddie Vedder's jean jacket to becoming a cop?
I... (SIGHS)
You know, I'm sorry. I...
You're obviously busy, and I should probably just go.
Um, but if you could just sign this...
Oh, yeah. Of course. Look, I would...
I would really love to sign this
dissolution-of-marriage agreement for you.
Great.
But you're gonna have to do something for me first.
Okay. Which one?
- The easy one. Which is this one. - (LAUGHS)
Thank you. Any news from Beckett?
Uh, she texted me a couple of hours ago,
said she found him, but I haven't heard from her since.
Maybe they're catching up.
Sure. No, sure, they got a lot in common.
She can talk about all the people she's put in prison,
and he can talk about all the people he's met in prison.
Um, Alexis? I haven't gained this much daddy weight.
That can't be right. I double-checked the size 10 times.
Maybe you finally hit that growth spurt you've been waiting on.
- (CELLPHONE RINGS) - (LAUGHS) Oh.
- And that's her. - (CELLPHONE BEEPS)
Hey, what's up?
Okay, so there has been a little glitch.
- He won't sign? - Oh, no, he'll sign.
But he wants me to do something first.
What kind of thing?
He wants me to break into his ex-girlfriend's truck
and steal a garage door opener.
Okay. Why?
Apparently, after they broke up,
his ex-girlfriend took a few of his things, and he wants 'em back.
And he needs the garage door opener to get into her place?
Her mom's place, but, yeah.
But given his record, why doesn't he just steal it himself?
Because her truck is parked right outside of her bar,
and he can't get close to it
without someone spotting him and then telling her.
And you're actually thinking about doing this?
If I don't, he won't sign.
Castle, he could drag this on for years.
And if you get caught?
I won't. Look, Castle, he's got me over a barrel here.
If I don't do this, we don't get married.
Just get this over with and come home.
- I'll call you when I'm done. - (CELLPHONE BEEPS)
(BLUES MUSIC PLAYS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
BECKETT: Mission accomplished.
CASTLE: So, you got the remote?
BECKETT: Yes. And I wasn't caught.
And you're sure he'll sign the papers now?
Oh, he's gonna sign them, all right.
I'm not taking no for an answer.
Tell everyone that this wedding is on.
I'll be on my way back to the city soon.
- Can't wait. - Bye.
(CELLPHONE BEEPS)
(GASPS)
Get back here, Rogan!
(TIRES SQUEAL)
(GRUNTS)
Off! Get off!
- All right, man. - BECKETT: Rogan!
Hey! Hey!
- (TIRES SQUEAL) - Hey! Hey! Hey!
- MAN: Go! - Stop!
Really?
Did you get the license of the truck?
It didn't have one. But both of the men were wearing masks.
And your friend who got taken, what's his name?
Rogan. Rogan O'Leary.
(SIGHS)
What? Why are you closing your notebook?
Ma'am, our department doesn't have the resources to investigate
every claim involving Mr. O'Leary.
But someone took him.
I'm sure they did. I'm sure they had a very good reason.
And in a few days, he'll show up drunk, bruised and sorry as hell.
I don't have a few days. I need to find him now.
Ma'am? From one woman to another, let him go.
He's been abducted? How? But you...
I know. I don't believe it either.
Okay, okay. I hate to ask, but do you think maybe we should postpone?
No! No, I'm not giving up. I'm gonna find him.
- How? - Well, I'm a detective.
Someone here has to know something.
You shouldn't be doing this alone. I'm coming up there.
Are you sure?
Yes! Absolutely. Everything here is completely under control.
I will see you in a few hours. Bye.
(SIGHS) Okay.
(CELLPHONE BEEPS)
(CELLPHONE RINGS)
Hello. Yes, this is Richard Castle.
What?
ALEXIS: We lost our venue?
How is that even possible?
They had a circus party there tonight, with some first-time fire-breathers.
And now our rooftop venue does not have a floor.
This is a disaster.
I have no place to get married and no one to get married to.
I think "disaster" is an understatement.
So-called "disaster" is merely opportunity in disguise.
We'll just find another place to hold the wedding.
Are you kidding? Where are we gonna find a venue in Manhattan
that holds 300 people in less than two days?
Ooh! We already have one. Not in Manhattan.
We can move the whole party to our house in the Hamptons.
Yes. Yes! We've held larger parties than this out there.
We rent luxury buses to shuttle our guests
and pay the vendors' transportation costs!
Brilliant! I will call the housekeeper first thing in the morning
and have them start getting the place ready.
You really think we can pull this off?
Oh, please! I once staged A Chorus Line on a subway platform
when our company lost its space.
I think I can move a wedding.
Alexis will help with everything.
You just make sure Katherine finds that deadbeat husband of hers.
Yes!
BECKETT: Thanks for coming up, babe.
I'm so sorry about this whole mess.
Oh, what's a fiancé for, if not to help find his future wife's current husband?
(SCOFFS)
And Alexis and Mother will get far more done without my interference.
Well, I just hope that all their work is not for nothing.
You think Rogan's ex will be able to help us find him?
They lived together. If we're lucky, she'll be able to tell us
what kind of mess he was mixed up in.
WOMAN: Can I help you?
BECKETT: Uh...
Hi, ma'am.
NYPD. We're looking for Rogan O'Leary.
Well, if you find him, you can keep him.
- (DOOR OPENS) - TILDY: Stop it, Mama.
You were in the bar yesterday.
Yeah. I was hoping that Mr. O'Leary could help us with an old case,
but it seems that he was abducted last night.
By who?
We were hoping you could tell us.
Wasn't me! I'd have offed him.
Mama, that's enough.
Look, he was taken by two men in a rusty pickup truck.
Do you have any idea who they were?
No. But he's always working crazy angles, pissing people off.
Is that why you left him?
No. (CHUCKLES)
I was used to that.
But he took money from me for one of his schemes.
Said he was gonna make us rich. He lost it all, of course.
And now I might lose the bar.
The thing is, in spite of it all,
I love him.
I mean, I can overlook the fact that he's not a "regular job" kind of guy,
or that he can't marry me while his wife's in a coma,
but he should never have put my bar in jeopardy.
I'm sorry. He said that he had a wife?
A wife in a coma.
Yeah. He married in college, she got in an accident.
Been in a coma 15 years.
Katie something.
It's kind of tragic, really.
So very tragic.
So, um, did he mention any trouble yesterday?
Or say anything about
you having something in your possession that he urgently needed?
Something in the garage or house?
Actually, yeah. He said he needed the laptop I took from his apartment.
Said he needed it right away.
Did he say why?
No. But since it's my laptop, I figured it was a line of bull,
that he wanted me to give it up so he could sell it for the money.
Given how anxious he was to get his hands on it,
it might have something to do with his abduction.
Tildy, could we borrow that laptop?
Might help us find him.
We are trained professionals,
and Rogan might be in some very, very serious trouble.
- (ENGINE REVS) - BECKETT: He's in trouble all right!
I mean, all these years, he knew that we were married!
He knew when I got here.
And for 15 years, he's been using that as an excuse not to commit.
Coma wife.
(CHUCKLES) It's kind of brilliant.
You mean despicable, right?
Yeah. That's what I meant.
Did you find anything on the laptop?
Their e-mails to each other are fairly pornographic,
but nothing that would get a man abducted.
You know what? Maybe we should call Tory and have her access it remotely.
See if we're missing anything.
And we should re-check Rogan's apartment.
See if there's anything there that can tell us what he was involved with.
I gotta call Lanie.
I'm not gonna make my spa bachelorette party this afternoon.
You were gonna have naked ladies at your party, too? Wow.
Do what you need to do, girl.
Operation Hamptons is in full swing,
and we'll have a newlyweds' spa day
when you get back from your honeymoon.
Yeah, Lanie, look, I don't know when we're gonna get back,
so can you go to my place, pick up the dress, and take it up with you tonight?
It will be there waiting for you.
Okay. Thanks, Lane.
(CELLPHONE BEEPS)
Assuming we get there at all.
(SIGHS) Are we crazy for going ahead with this?
Yes. But what other choice do we have?
Look, I don't want to have a makeup wedding in a few months, okay?
I want to do this now.
So, let's find this husband of yours and get married tomorrow.
Besides, it's not like things can get any crazier.
Yeah.
MAN: Well, what do we have here?
I spoke too soon.
- (DOOR SLAMS) - Where's Rogan?
Okay, let's just relax and put down the guns so no one gets...
- (GRUNTING) - Castle!
See, the only ones getting hurt are gonna be you,
if you don't tell me where Rogan's at.
(HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) I'm fine.
We don't know where he is.
We barely know who he is.
Then what are you doing in his place?
Looking for him. Same as you.
What's this? Is that you?
(STAMMERS)
That's a yes.
Okay, well, according to this, you and Rogan are married.
Thought you didn't know the guy.
Okay, well, funny story there...
Is it still gonna be funny when I make you bleed?
I don't know.
Your husband owes me a lot of money. Now, where is he?
I don't know.
All right. Well, seeing as how you're his wife, you can pay me.
Uh, exactly how much does he owe you?
Less his down payment, $5,000 for services rendered. Payable today.
- What kind of services? - That's between me and him.
If you want me to pay you, then tell me what I'm paying for.
All right, well, that seems fair.
Your husband hired us to steal a phone last week.
Whose phone?
Uh, some girl named Sapphire. Some stripper down at The Roadhouse.
$5,000 for a stripper's phone? What was on it?
I don't know. Didn't ask, don't care. I just want my money!
And we'll get it to you. We just need to find Rogan first.
No, Mrs. O'Leary. I want my money now.
Castle, you wouldn't happen...
Well, my mother took most of my cash, and Alexis has my ATM card.
I don't suppose you'd take a check.
That's... Uh, uh... No, I got...
I have $500 right here.
Just for more time. We'll owe you the rest of the 5 grand.
We just need a little bit more time.
(CHUCKLES)
- You bought yourself 12 hours. - (SIGHS)
If you don't have the full amount when I come back,
I start breaking legs.
Do you understand?
(MOTORC YCLE ENGINES REV)
Are you okay?
No, Mrs. O'Leary. I'm not okay. I happen to like my legs. And yours, too.
And why is your husband paying bikers over 5 grand for a stripper's phone?
First of all, could we please stop calling him my husband?
And secondly, I don't know,
but I'm guessing it has something to do with the abduction.
Hey! It's Beckett.
Yeah, I need you guys to set up remote access to scrub a laptop.
Castle, can you look up the address to The Roadhouse?
I want to know what was on that stripper's phone.
Find a local strip bar? Now, that I know how to do.
Look, I don't know what you're talking about. No one stole my phone.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
It's right here. See?
Is there anything on it that anyone might want?
It's just a phone.
What is this all about?
Do you know a guy named Rogan O'Leary?
Can't help ya. Sorry.
Wait, Sapphire. Please. He might be in real trouble.
So if you know something that can help us find him...
Look, if you don't want a dance, then I need to move on.
- She knows something. - Well, whatever it is,
- she doesn't want to tell us. - (CELLPHONE RINGING)
And I don't have the jurisdiction to make her.
- Beckett. - Kate? It's me.
Lanie? What's wrong?
I went to your apartment to pick up your dress, and...
And what?
Kate, a pipe burst in the apartment above, and...
Oh, no. No, don't tell me.
I tried, sweetie. I did everything that I could,
but there was just too much damage.
Kate? The dress...
It's gone!
(SIGHS)
It's only a dress. It's not the end of the world.
(VOICE BREAKING) Then why does it feel like it is?
Our wedding was supposed to be magical!
It was supposed to be our perfect day.
And now it's just...
(SNIFFLES) ...falling apart.
So, we'll put it back together.
Castle, I'm married to someone else.
And I have no idea where he is.
We don't have any leads.
And to make things worse, the venue, and then now this.
I mean, it just feels like all of this is one big sign.
Well, maybe it is a sign.
A sign that ours is a great love story.
So what's a great love story without obstacles to overcome?
Every fairy tale has them.
Terrible trials that only the worthy can transcend.
But you can't give up.
That's the deal.
We want the happy ending?
We can't give up.
And that's why I want to marry you.
(BECKETT SIGHS)
(CELLPHONE RINGS)
Beckett.
Hey, it's Tory. I think I may have found something.
- (CELLPHONE BEEPS) - I was scrubbing the laptop,
and came across a hidden folder.
What's in it?
Pictures.
According to image data,
they were recently downloaded from someone's phone.
Most of them are innocuous, but there are a couple of them
that, um, I think you need to see.
I'm e-mailing them now.
Oh-ho-ho-ho!
- Oh-ho-ho! - What?
I think I know why your scheming, scamming husband
wanted to steal that stripper's phone. Check it out.
It's a guy with a stripper. What's the big deal?
That is the big deal.
It's the local pastor.
There's only one reason
your husband would pay that much to get these photos.
He was blackmailing a man of God.
A pastor with skin in the game.
And motive to make Rogan disappear.
BECKETT: Thank you for meeting with us, Pastor.
Well, you said on the phone it was urgent,
and helping people is my calling.
Does that include helping people out of their clothes
while they're sitting on your lap?
Where did you get those?
I think you already know the answer to that.
I suppose you want money, too.
I am a pastor, not a bank!
We're not here to blackmail you.
You're not?
PASTOR BOB: It started six months ago.
I had a moment of weakness.
That stripper got photos of me.
It's been a nightmare ever since.
$1,000 here, $500 there.
So, Sapphire was blackmailing you, not Rogan?
At first. Then Rogan must've found out.
He got his hands on the photos somehow.
He said if I gave him $25,000, he would make them disappear forever,
and if I didn't, he would release them to the Willow Creek Register.
So, is that why you kidnapped him? To get those photos back?
What? No, I didn't kidnap him!
What kind of a man do you think I am?
I think we have a pretty good picture. May have a few pictures, actually.
No, I was going to pay him. I swear. Look.
I was supposed to meet him here this morning with the money.
He was going to hand over the laptop and the photos,
but he never showed.
- (DOOR OPENS) - (CHUCKLES)
Uh, be right with you, Mrs. Monroe.
So you have no idea where Rogan is, or who might've taken him?
No. But if you find him,
tell him I am ready to pay.
I just want this to end.
Thank you for waiting, Mrs. Monroe.
So, your husband is hijacking someone else's blackmail.
Kind of ingenious, in a degenerate sort of way.
Not if you're Sapphire.
If you're Sapphire, you're pissed that you lost your income stream,
and you want those photos back.
I'm sorry, but Sapphire's gone.
She bolted right after she talked to you guys.
Bitch stuck me with her shift.
Do you know where we could find her?
You could try her boyfriend's place. They sort of live together.
His name's Jimmy Lutz.
He's got a farm off Route 183.
We really should tip.
(BIRD SQUAWKS)
(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)
And there it is.
That's the truck.
The one that took Rogan. Here.
Check out the barn.
- Looks like we found our kidnappers. - Then we should call the police.
- And tell them what? - That they have guns.
On their own property, which is their constitutional right.
We don't have proof that they have Rogan.
Yet.
Yet? What do you mean, "yet"?
Come on, Castle. Let's see if that's where they're keeping him.
(SEATBELT CLICKS)
Do you want to get married tomorrow, or not?
What if we get caught?
We tell 'em we're tourists from the city. We got lost.
Yes. That worked out really well in Deliverance.
Okay, let's start with that barn.
Place looks like the start of an Amish horror film.
Shh!
Castle.
Rogan?
Is that you?
(SCREAMING)
I was not expecting that.
(GASPS)
(MUFFLED LAUGH)
- Rogan! - (ROGAN STAMPING FEET)
(MUFFLED) Oh, my God.
(LAUGHING)
Oh, my God! Dude, you should've heard yourself.
(MIMICS SCREAM)
(LAUGHING)
Kit Kat, who is this guy?
Kit Kat?
This guy is Richard Castle, my future husband.
Really? Well, after his little scream,
you may want to, uh, re-check his man parts.
My man parts are just fine, thank you very much.
Could everyone please stop saying "man parts"?
So, how did you find me?
Well, we just followed the trail of disappointment and deception.
Led us right to ya.
Oh, wow. You're engaged to a douche.
Here, why don't you untie me so we can get out of here?
Fine.
CASTLE: You're a douche.
- (GROANS) - There.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
What are you... What are you doing?
Freeing up one hand. That's all you need to sign this.
(LAUGHS)
Good one, Kit Kat. That's hilarious.
I'm not joking. If you want me to cut you loose, then sign the papers.
I'll sign the papers when we're out of here.
Sign them. Now.
What, you don't trust me?
In fairness, you did blackmail a pastor.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Just hold on.
Don't you want to hear my side of it?
I don't care about your side.
I just want you to sign these papers.
You know, maybe we should wait to do this till we get somewhere safe.
Yes! Listen to Man Parts. Let's get the hell out of here.
So you can disappear again, or get kidnapped? No.
Just sign these papers. Right now. On the dotted line.
You don't understand. Those guys are gonna kill me.
Over blackmail photos? They're not gonna kill you, Rogan.
Though, if you think about it, that would solve our problem.
Listen, this isn't about the pastor, okay?
There were other photos on that stripper's phone.
Photos that had something to do with her boyfriend.
Jimmy Lutz?
Yeah. But I don't think that's his real name.
I mean, the Ugly Brothers, they always called him something else.
Like, Barbozza something.
Wait. Barbozza?
- Yeah. - You mean, like, Mickey Barbozza?
Yeah, yeah, that's it. I mean, this guy wants those pictures something fierce.
But I wouldn't tell him where they are,
'cause I didn't want him going after Tildy.
I'm sorry. Are we talking about Mickey Barbozza?
The mob hit man who disappeared about a decade ago...
Oh, yes. Yeah, that's him. That's the guy.
Castle, help me untie him. We got to get out of here.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. So, how bad is this guy?
He eluded a massive manhunt by killing half a dozen people,
and the FBI's been looking for him ever since.
And so, what, he's been hiding out up here?
Yep! Congratulations, Rogan,
you accidentally stole photos of a fugitive mobster.
Okay. But that was not my intent.
Come on, let's go.
(SHOTGUNS COCK)
Is it just me, or are we completely screwed?
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
Oh, come on, Richard. Pick up.
Still no word?
No, not for hours.
- It's beautiful, isn't it? - It's perfect.
I can't believe Alexis and Martha pulled this off.
Now all we need is a bride and groom.
The wedding's less than 24 hours away.
I hope they make it.
Tell me this is still part of the fairy tale.
If it is, it's a Grimm one.
- (SIGHS) - ROGAN: What do you...
What do you think they're gonna do?
BECKETT: My guess?
Once they recover the photos, they'll probably kill us.
Thus making this the worst bachelor party ever.
Don't look at me, okay?
We would've been out of there if she hadn't gotten all stubborn
and just cut me loose.
You could've just signed those papers and cut me loose!
Hey, believe it or not, I was just trying to do the right thing for Tildy.
By blackmailing a pastor?
Oh, please. Don't let the collar fool you.
That guy had it coming.
Really? The pastor had it coming?
Yes! He told me about this investment opportunity
where I could double my money.
Only I didn't have any money, so I borrowed Tildy's.
Well, guess what? It was a scam.
The guy was rooking me to pay off the stripper.
I mean, how many broken commandments is that?
So, I took matters into my own hands, you know?
And it was a... It was a damn fine plan, too.
(DOOR CREAKS)
Except the murderous mobster part.
I really didn't see that coming.
This isn't over. We're gonna get out of this. There's a way.
Love to hear it.
So, the thief has a wife.
That's good.
That makes this all a lot easier.
Where are those photos?
Look, I told you, I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, guess what?
I can incentivize you.
Where are the photos?
Okay, look, I... I deleted 'em. They're gone, I swear.
I don't believe you. I'm gonna count to three.
If you don't tell me where they are,
you're not gonna need these court papers.
I'll end your marriage for you. One.
(GRUNTS)
- Two. - I know! I...
I know where they are.
I... I know where they are.
They're on a laptop at his place.
She and I can take you to them.
Yeah.
BARBOZZA: All right.
Why don't we all go?
ROGAN: So, why are they taking all of us?
Why do you think? Husband, wife, future husband, your apartment.
When they find our dead bodies,
the story of jealous rage writes itself.
Open the door.
Mickey, trust me, you don't want to do this.
Trust me, I do.
Okay, where's the laptop?
- (SWITCH CLICKS) - BEAR: No.
(GUNS COCK)
Where's my money?
What the hell is going on here?
You want your money? It's right there.
CASTLE: This is Mickey Barbozza. He's wanted by the FBI.
- So? - So, there's a reward for his capture.
$100,000. You take him in, it's all yours.
Let's go, tough guy.
ROGAN: Well, that was a hell of an angle you guys played.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
I guess, uh, I should be thanking you both for saving my ass.
Well, don't forget the contribution of the homicidal bikers.
Yeah, so, um, maybe you could sign the papers now.
- Oh, yeah. Okay. - Yeah.
(SNIFFS)
Okay.
You know, Kit Kat, I don't want you to be sad about this, okay?
'Cause you're better off without me.
Just sign the papers.
Okay.
(SNIFFLES)
There you go.
(LAUGHS)
You are a lucky man, Man Parts.
I, uh...
I just wish I had what you guys have.
Well, maybe you already do.
With Tildy? I don't know, man.
I screwed that up. You know, I mean, after all this,
I didn't even get her money back.
And she's gonna lose the bar because of me.
Not necessarily.
- From Pastor Bob. - What?
A $25,000 apology for scamming that money from you.
He says if he never sees you or those photos again, you're even.
- Oh, my God. - TILDY: Rogan? What the hell?
I told you I never wanted to see you in here again.
Tildy, Tildy, wait. Just...
I got some bad news. I...
My wife that was in a coma?
(VOICE BREAKING) She died.
- Oh, my God. - Yeah.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Don't be. She's in a much better place.
(STAMMERS) She left me some money, and I just...
I want to give it to you.
(GASPS)
- I love you, Tildy. - (GASPS)
I love you, too.
Oh.
Come with me.
I can't believe you gave him the money from Pastor Bob.
I'm a sucker for happy endings.
Now let's get the hell out of this town and go get our own.
Yes! We're getting married!
(VIVALDI'S SPRING PLAYING)
- Hi! - Hey!
People are starting to arrive. Are you ready?
BECKETT: Almost! How did you pull this off?
Well, you know, I called your dad,
and he said he had a dress you could wear.
Wow!
You look like an angel.
- Really? - Yeah!
For a second there, I wanted to marry you!
- Oh, just stop, Lanie! - (LAUGHS)
I must say, your mother had great taste.
Yes, she did.
(GASPS) Look at you.
I believe you are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.
Thank you, Martha. (CHUCKLES)
Lanie, darling, could you just give us a minute?
Oh, sure. I'll just tell your dad that it's perfect.
Thanks, Lanie.
Martha, I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am to you and Alexis for...
(SIGHS) For putting all of this together.
And I want to thank you
for making my son so very happy.
I brought you something. In case you didn't have something blue.
Oh, wow.
They're beautiful.
They were given to me by my mother to wear on my wedding day,
and by her mother before.
Only women of substance have worn these gems.
They've been waiting, Katherine, for you.
I'm so honored, Martha.
- Thank you. - Oh, darling, they're exquisite on you.
- (SIGHS) - (CELLPHONE RINGS)
Oh, excuse me.
- (GIGGLES) It's him. - Oh!
Then I will leave you to talk to your groom. I'll be outside.
Hey, lover! How close are you?
Twenty minutes. And you'll be happy to know,
things went smoothly with the judge. You are a free woman.
(SIGHS)
But not for long. I got our marriage license in my pocket,
and I will be there soon.
And, Kate?
Yeah?
I love you.
I love you, too.
(CELLPHONE BEEPS)
(ENGINE REVS)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
It's been an hour already, and the natives down there are getting restless.
Where do you think he is?
I don't know. When I spoke to him last,
he said he was less than 20 minutes away.
(RINGING)
This is Richard Castle. Leave me a message.
(BEEP)
Straight to voice mail.
(CELLPHONE RINGS)
Hello?
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