Castle s05e12 Episode Script
Death Gone Crazy
Beau Randolph, you're a creep! You're a loser! You peddle smut! You're scum! Your whole life adds up to nothing! Let me introduce you to the guy who's the reason we're all here.
Please give it up for my friend and the founder of "College Girls Gone Crazy" -- Beau Randolph! Thank you, Troy.
And welcome, all of you, to what I know will be a night to remember.
So enjoy the music, the free drinks.
And thank you for being a part of "College Girls Gone Crazy: Girls Take Manhattan"! All right.
Let's get crazy! Another drink, Mr.
Randolph? I'm not here to party.
Not tonight.
Maybe next time, then.
I don't think there's gonna be a next time.
Oh, no! No! Richard, you just ruined my final savasana.
If you are method writing and playing the role of your murder victim, could you please die a little bit more quietly? Thank you.
No, mother, I didn't-- I just--I was I was googling myself and I found this.
Oh, I didn't know Alexis had a web site.
Neither did I.
It's a vlog.
It's a video blog.
Oh, well, that's charming.
No.
No, it is not charming.
So tonight Max and I went ice skating at Rockefeller Center again.
And, yes, I pretended to be unsteady on my skates again.
And, yes, Max caught me as I "fell" again.
That is completely adorable, and the camera just loves her.
Of course, she gets that from me.
Mother, Alexis is sharing, with the whole world, mind you, personal, intimate details about her life-- where she goes, who she goes with.
This is not safe.
Darling, when did you get to be such a fuddy-duddy? Believe me, you were far worse in your day.
My day is not today.
That day is not today.
Today is the day of the Internet stalker.
Today is the day for-- Darling, why don't you just answer your phone? Oh, and it's Beckett.
Maybe she has a nice murder to distract you from your parental paranoia.
Namaste.
So she video blogs, Castle.
So what? Plenty of people do her age.
Why? Did she post something inappropriate? No, but that's not the point.
Well, what is the point? The point is, she's oversharing.
She doesn't realize, whatever she posts on the Internet is out there forever.
Well, at least be happy that Alexis isn't posting something like that.
"College Girls Gone Crazy"? Yeah, brought to you by the master of oversharing, Mr.
Beau Randolph.
She It's all right to look, Castle.
Look at what? So it doesn't seem as though Beau Randolph's world has changed very much since we interviewed him for that frozen head case.
Except that he's no longer in it.
Beau Randolph is our victim? He was murdered in the women's bathroom? Brings new meaning to "College Girls Gone Crazy.
" Looks that way.
His body was found in one of the stalls.
Cause of death is strangulation.
Manual or ligature? Ligature.
Look at these bruises on his neck.
It's from a clasp on a bra.
The murder weapon was found lying next to him.
I figure that a chick lured him in here for a little tryst and then choked him out.
Time of death? Well, he was talking to the bartender around 11:50, and the body was found in the stall at 11:58 P.
M.
Lanie, do you think that we can get D.
N.
A.
of of the murder weapon? I already collected samples, but check this out.
This is a 36D Sultura.
Oh, that's high-end.
Definitely.
One of these could run you $200, $250.
$250 for a bra? Oh, but it's okay to spend that on a pair of sneakers, right? A pair of sneakers is practical.
Okay? They can support your, um Eject.
Okay.
The list of shops that sell that can't be that long so see if you can figure out who purchased it.
Yeah.
Hey, so looks like there was a guest list at the club tonight.
But if you were a guy with and you showed up at the door, or a pretty girl, you got in.
What about witnesses? Anyone see who Beau was with? Not yet, but uniforms are taking witness statements from people here and down at the precinct.
They were shooting for the web site tonight, so even if no one saw Beau, chances are someone caught him on video.
Who was in charge of taping? The video's producer, a guy named Troy Strickland.
But the bigger question is how anyone got to Beau in the first place.
According to club security, he came with a bodyguard tonight.
Well, that worked out, didn't it? Okay, Espo, you and Ryan take the bodyguard.
Castle and I will talk to the producer.
So where's the world's worst bodyguard? Told security to have him meet us near the rope line.
His name is Jones.
This guy? Yo.
You Jones? I'm Jones.
Scarlet Jones.
Detectives Ryan and Esposito.
NYPD.
You were supposed to have eyes on Beau.
So what happened? Beau told me to wait outside with the car.
When your boss gives you a directive, you follow it.
But it was weird.
Like he didn't want me in there tonight.
So you never saw him again after he went in the club? I'm afraid not.
Did you see anyone else that seemed suspicious tonight? Look, I did my threat assessment, okay? The only one was, uh What? Tiffany.
Tiffany Shaw.
Hey, that's that actress.
Right? She does soft-core, cable type of So I've heard.
That's also Beau's ex-girlfriend.
He tried to dump her two months ago, but she wouldn't take no for an answer.
He got a restraining order against her, and that still didn't keep her away.
And she was here tonight? She tried to get into the club, and I stopped her at the rope line.
I told her I would call the police if she didn't walk away, so she did.
Any chance she came back? Not through me.
But I couldn't cover every door.
Yeah, I've known Tiffany for a long time.
She's a crazy chick, and definitely obsessed with Beau.
But I didn't see her in the club tonight.
What did you see, if anything? Uh, just pretty girls and good, clean, all-American fun.
Man, this sucks.
I've been with Beau since the beginning.
I was his first cameraman, first producer.
We barely knew what we were doing.
Did he have any family? No, his mom left when he was little.
He never knew his dad.
I think it's what drove him.
You know, this company was the family he never had.
People thought he was this sleaze, surrounding himself with all these women, but it's because he was looking for something he couldn't find.
Troy, we're gonna need to see the footage that you shot tonight.
There might be evidence on it.
Troy.
Yeah, whatever you-- whatever you want.
Hey, Gary.
Hey, man.
I got down here as soon as I heard, buddy.
Yeah.
It's just so awful.
Yeah, yeah.
Uh, detective Beckett, Mr.
Castle, this is Gary Moore, our C.
O.
O.
Uh, I'll go get that footage for you.
Look, do you--do you have any idea who did this? Right now we're looking into Tiffany Shaw.
Is there anyone else that you think might have wanted to harm Beau? Well, unfortunately, he received death threats on a daily basis.
From whom? Moral crusaders, um, angry boyfriends, angry fathers women who had second thoughts about being in our videos.
Did you keep track of these threats? Yeah, we have a database back at our offices.
We'll need you to take us there.
Yo.
How's the in-breast-igation going? And that's why you're still single.
So I just got off the phone with Tiffany Shaw's P.
R.
rep.
Not only does she wear a 36D like our murder weapon, but they can't locate her.
Well, neither can I.
So far she's not in any of this footage that we got from Troy.
To tell you the truth, what happens in those club bathrooms, that bra could've been left behind by anyone.
Yeah, and we still got over a hundred statements to take.
We're gonna be here all night.
Well, maybe not.
Look.
Check it out.
It's Beau.
You--you see that? He--he turns his head like he sees something or someone.
And it's at 11:50.
That's right around the time of the murder.
Look.
He walks right by those women.
They're watching him go.
Wait a minute.
The girl in pink She's here.
She saw where Beau went.
Yeah, that's me.
I-I didn't want to go, but one of my girlfriends dragged me out.
Now I'm stuck in the middle of all this.
Better than in the middle.
You saw where he went just before he was murdered.
You might have been the last person to see him alive.
Ms.
Mayfield, when he walked by you, did you see where he was going or what he was doing? The lights were flashing.
It was pretty hard to see.
I'm sorry.
I've never even seen the guy before.
Is there usually a guard on duty? Well, yeah, he-- he leaves at 6:00, but we can still access our database from his workstation here.
Okay, I'd like to focus on all of the threats from the last six months or so.
Is this an entry log? Uh, yes.
Why? It says that Beau Randolph swiped his key card at 12:09 A.
M.
That's impossible.
He was already dead.
Our killer stole the card and then gained entry into this building.
What were they after? According to this, whoever used that key card went into Beau's office.
Are there security cameras in there? Pulling it up now.
He's going for the safe.
Beau just had that installed.
What does he keep in there? I don't know, but when it came to that safe, he was pretty paranoid.
That's an S.
D.
card.
Come on.
Turn around.
Oh, my God.
That's Beau Randolph's bodyguard.
Well, she's not very good at her job.
Good news is, Scarlet Jones is not the world's worst bodyguard.
Bad news is, she's a murderer.
Someone that sexy going to prison? That in itself is a crime.
Is this really necessary? I told your detectives everything I know.
Not everything.
For instance, you didn't tell us that you had been working for Mr.
Randolph for only a couple of weeks.
How is that relevant? Well, in your statement, you said that when Beau went into the club, you stayed with the limo.
That's right.
That's what I did.
So then maybe you can explain this.
That appears to be you stealing an S.
D.
card.
And before you say "evil twin," just know-- It's been done.
You broke in to his office just after he died using his key card.
How did you get it? Look, I didn't kill Beau, and certainly not for his key card.
He left it in the limo.
I knew it was my only chance.
What do you mean, only chance? There was this sex tape.
This friend of mine made the mistake of sleeping with Beau, and he videotaped it.
She knew that if it ever got out, it would destroy her life, so I took this job to make sure the tape never got out.
When Beau told me to stay with the car, I knew it was my only shot, so, yes, I-I broke in to his office, I took the S.
D.
card, and I destroyed it.
But that's all I did.
And who is this friend of yours? Her name is Mindy Norton.
Like I told your detectives, the killer must be Tiffany.
She hated Beau for breaking up with her.
Look, she--she must have snuck back into the club while I was gone.
We reviewed the video footage.
There's no evidence Tiffany was at the club.
In fact, all of the evidence points to you.
Beau died after 11:50.
That gave you enough time to kill him, take the S.
D.
card, and get back to the club.
No, I left for Beau's office at 11:45.
The valets saw me drive off.
I am telling you, somebody else did this.
And if it wasn't Tiffany, then I think I might know who.
Last week there was this guy in midtown.
He practically attacked Beau in the street, saying that he would make Beau pay for whatever it was he did.
Do you know who this guy was? No, but he got in Beau's face.
And he was yelling at Beau, saying that he had double-crossed him.
He got physical, so I, uh, stepped in.
And then what? Broke his nose and a couple of ribs, I think.
Oh, did you hear that? She broke his nose.
Yeah, so? So that's hot.
Who are you? And you have no idea who he is? No, but I'd know if I saw him again.
So Scarlet's friend Mindy confirmed her story about the sex tape.
Plus two of the valets saw her leave the club at 11:45.
So it looks like her alibi is checking out.
You know, you seem unusually happy about this.
No, I'm just, you know-- you know, working the case.
Speaking of which, we're still trying to track down Tiffany Shaw, but no luck so far.
Meantime, Scarlet's working with a sketch artist on Beau's attacker.
When it's done, send it off to hospital emergency rooms.
If she did as much damage as she claims, then he would've sought medical attention.
I should probably go see how the sketch is coming along.
Yeah, you do that.
So I've been working through the threat database from Beau Randolph's office.
Did anything pop? Yeah.
One guy.
Ronald Armstrong.
Founder of voices for decency.
Is that the guy that's on TV all the time, the one that's pushing a conservative agenda on media groups and community businesses? Yeah, that's him.
He's the one who organized the protest outside the nightclub.
Really? Any reason to believe that he's violent? Well, here is a quote from Armstrong on his web site to his followers.
"Our work is to rid the nation of the purveyors of filth.
"If Beau Randolph doesn't heed our voices, he must fall to our wrath.
" But does that make him a suspect? Well, maybe not him personally, but two weeks ago, Armstrong organized another protest outside Beau Randolph's loft.
Windows were broken.
Beau was burned in effigy.
It got pretty ugly.
Those same protesters were outside the nightclub last night.
Mr.
Randolph's death was like his life-- vulgar offensive.
Look what's become of our nation.
The truth is that the Beau Randolphs of this world profit by degrading our culture and everyone in it.
I don't apologize for defending moral values.
The question is, how far would you go to defend them? You recently led a protest against him that turned violent.
A few of my brethren became a bit overzealous, that's all.
Maybe your words gave them encouragement.
Make no mistake.
We are at war.
But I simply ask good people to stand up for their principles and to use any and all legal means to force change.
I will need the names of all of the protesters that were at the club last night.
And I respectfully decline your request.
We can get a warrant.
I doubt it.
But good luck to you.
Thanks for the coffee.
So this is the guy that came after Beau? Yeah.
If I knew he was coming back, I'd have broken more than just his nose.
Hey, look, um, about last night at the club I'm sorry.
I was-- I was way out of line.
Yeah.
So was I.
I should've come clean with you guys about everything.
See ya.
See you later.
Hey, Scarlet.
Uh Do you think maybe we could get a drink later? I mean, now that you're not a suspect anymore So this is what you do all day.
Right? Whoa.
No, it's work.
That's That's a case.
I know.
I was just messing with you.
Uh, so you wanted to see me? Yeah.
So, Alexis, I, um I found your vlog, and while it is super cute, um-- Yeah, gram told me.
You think I'm catnip for predators online.
I-it's just, people have to be, and especially women, need to be leery about how much they put out into the world.
I don't want to see you haunted for years by something you posted on a whim.
Dad, you're acting like I'm one of these girls who flashes the camera for a free shot of tequila.
It's just a silly vlog.
With personal information.
What if the wrong person sees it? You're always pushing me to get out there, experiment, have fun, but you refuse to trust me.
Okay, Alexis-- Dad, I'm not having this conversation with you.
I've got to go.
I've got class.
No, stay.
I'm leaving.
Anything you want to talk about? No.
No.
No.
Castle, over here.
No, no, look.
It's the guy from Scarlet's sketch.
It's the man who attacked Beau.
Look at his nose.
That's from Scarlet hitting him.
He was at the club last night, probably to finish the job.
And I can tell you his name--Seth Parrino.
Just got off the phone with an E.
R.
nurse at Bronx General.
Parrino was treated and released for a nasal fracture and some bruised ribs.
What do we know about him? Well, he was no stranger to violence.
He was convicted of racketeering three years ago.
You know where we can find him? Racketeering and Parrino owns an import business? I've got two words for you, Beckett-- Vito Corleone.
Technically, those are names, not words.
If Beau Randolph double-crossed a member of the mafia no wonder he got whacked.
That is rampant speculation.
Rampant speculation is my specialty.
What if Beau Randolph produced a video featuring the daughter of a mafia boss, and the brassiere became the mafia's, uh, garrote du jour? You can stop talking now.
Seth Parrino.
What the hell are you doing? You can't be in here.
NYPD.
We have a few questions.
Get down, get down Jungle boogie Ah Jungle boogie Get it Jungle boogie Ah Jungle boogie Get it Maybe more than just a few questions.
"College Guys Gone Nuts," really? Yeah, yeah, and I own the trademark, so don't get any ideas.
Rats.
Look, everybody here is over We're not here about your dancers, Mr.
Parrino.
Are we? Right.
No.
We're here about Beau Randolph.
Okay, yeah, yeah, we had a falling out.
I didn't kill anybody.
A falling out about what? This.
"College Guys Gone Nuts.
" A couple months ago, I approached him about partnering up.
You know, maybe do for women what he did for men.
Can you imagine the merchandising possibilities, DVDs, Internet, video games.
You know, at first he said he was in.
Then all of a sudden, boom.
Just like that, changes his mind.
Can't imagine why.
Beau was a visionary.
I grant him that.
He was a visionary.
But, uh, for some reason, he just-- he--he couldn't-- couldn't see it, you know? I get it.
You're right.
I mean, it's like wind power.
It's, uh, solar energy.
Exactly.
Yeah.
Day this happened, I found out he was gonna back out on the deal.
Said he's gonna-- he's gonna invest in something else-- Oh, kids programming or something like that.
Like I couldn't tell he was just blowing me off.
And then he sics that bodyguard on me.
Why did you go to the club that night? I was trying to make a final pitch.
You know, give him one more chance to-- to--to say yes, one more chance to go nuts.
I take it he said no.
Oh, I never got a chance to ask.
I ran into him in the back, and he was having a fight with some chick.
It looked nasty.
I just, I figured, you know, it wasn't the time.
And when was this? God, like 11:30 or so.
Do you think you could describe this woman? Yeah, yeah, yeah, she has, uh short brown hair, smokin' hot body.
Oh, ho, ho.
Oh, and she had a mole right over her lip.
Here she is-- Seth Parrino's mystery woman.
All right, send her photo to the party organizers.
See if anyone recognizes her.
No need.
Check out that mole.
Look familiar? So Beau's ex-girlfriend Tiffany Shaw was there.
She must have disguised herself, then slipped in to the club after Scarlet left.
Get out a warrant on her.
You think we could have Ryan do that? I have plans.
Really? Do these plans have a name? Oh, shut up.
You didn't.
She broke a guy's nose.
You know she's gotta be freaky.
Come on.
Hey, where you going? Don't ask.
You got anything? Well, um I never thought I'd say this after graduating the sixth grade, but our bra research is in.
Turns out six women purchased a Sultura bra identical to the size and model of our murder weapon from the same Upper East Side lingerie shop-- Carnal Desires.
Of the six, one name stood out.
Tiffany Shaw.
It gets better.
Apparently she must have lost hers, because she called the shop this morning to see if they had another one in stock.
She's on her way in to get it right now.
You know, it seems like such a shame to have her buy a new one when her old one is right here.
Oh, my God.
My bra.
Thank you so much.
Where did you guys find this? Wrapped around Beau Randolph's neck, strangling him to death.
Wait.
You guys don't think that I had anything to do with this, do you? The murder weapon belongs to you.
Our victim had a restraining order against you.
And you were so determined to get to see him that night that you changed your appearance in order to get past security.
It's not what you think.
Look, I just wanted to talk to him.
The two of us were soul mates.
And then a couple of months ago, he changes.
He got so serious, so secretive.
And then out of the blue, he just dumps me for no reason.
I just wanted to know why.
I deserved to know why.
So you went to the club to confront him.
And do you know what he said? He said that I wasn't the kind of person that he could be with anymore.
Like he's such a saint.
And then he said if I showed up again, he'd have me arrested.
That's pretty harsh.
That must have made you angry.
Damn right, it made me angry.
I wanted to hurt him so bad.
So you went into the bathroom and then you killed him.
Wh-what? You killed him.
Whoa.
Okay.
No, I didn't kill him.
You just said you wanted to hurt him so bad.
Yeah, so I grabbed the nearest guy and pulled him into the bathroom for revenge sex.
Then how did your bra end up wrapped around Beau Randolph's neck? I must have left it in the bathroom.
You ever do it in a nightclub, detective, hot, sweaty, quick? Things go missing.
Can this guy confirm your story? Confirm it? I mean, knowing men, he's probably told the entire east coast already.
So what's his name? You don't know his name.
It was club sex.
Look, I know it was stupid.
Afterward, I felt awful, so I left.
And what time was that? Around 11:45.
You can call my driver.
And when I walked out of that club, Beau was still alive.
Look, I knew Beau better than anyone, and something wasn't right.
I could see it in his eyes.
At first I thought it was another woman, so I followed him to find out who it was.
But when I saw what that bodyguard of his was up to, I knew it was something bigger.
What was she up to? Nothing good.
A couple of weeks ago, I followed her.
She was crossing Bryant park.
And suddenly, she reaches into a trash bin and pulls out this-- A bag of cash.
So the mystery of Scarlet deepens.
A dead drop involving a bag of cash and a trash bin, sending us after false leads at every turn-- This is classic spy craft.
But whose money is it and who is she really working for? Scarlet's last few jobs were doing high-level consulting for fortune-500 companies.
That's a far cry from babysitting Beau Randolph.
Maybe she's still working for one of them.
Maybe her job with Beau was just to get close enough to him to accomplish her real mission.
Yeah, whatever that was.
Hey, so I just spoke with Scarlet's friend Mindy.
After I explained to her what obstruction of justice looks like, she admitted that Scarlet paid her $1,000 to vouch for that story about the S.
D.
card.
Whatever's on it, it's not a sex tape of her and Beau.
Okay, so what the hell is it and why does she want it so bad? You know, I think I know how we can find out.
Pretty much everything.
You're super strong.
I'm just saying.
Is everything okay? It's-- nah, it's just work.
It seems like they can't operate without me sometimes.
You know how it is.
So do you want to get another drink or maybe get a table and get some dinner? How about we continue this conversation at my place? Okay.
Or better yet why don't we continue this conversation back at my place? She's hot.
She kicks ass.
She's a corporate spy.
Man, she is perfect.
Why'd she have to be the bad guy? Sorry we had to cop block you, bro.
You know this is ridiculous.
I had nothing to do with Beau Randolph's death.
I also know that you lied to us.
I have an alibi.
What was on the S.
D.
card and who do you work for? I already told you.
You didn't take that job to get back a sex tape.
And your friend Mindy already recanted her story.
And I highly doubt that Beau paid you by leaving cash in a trash bin.
So why don't you drop the act and tell me what the hell is going on and what was on that card? I don't know.
Scarlet.
I don't know.
Do you actually expect me to believe that you have no idea what was on the thing that you stole? All I know is that Beau was obsessed about it, paranoid.
So I figured it's exactly what my employer was looking for.
What did they send you to find? Dirt.
Uh, incriminating evidence they could use against Beau.
Who? Who's your employer? Scarlet, I'm gonna find out whether you tell me or not, and if they were involved in Beau Randolph's death, then that makes you an accomplice unless you help.
Little Frog Enterprises.
I was hired by Little Frog Enterprises.
Little Frog Enterprises, the children's media company? That makes no sense.
Beau told Seth Parrino that he was investing in children's programming, so maybe it's related.
So what, the folks behind "The Jigglewags" and "Happy Polly's Puppet Playtime" are the people pulling the strings behind Beau's death? Well, all we know for sure is that they were trying to dig up some dirt on Beau.
The man's life was dirt.
He hardly had a sexual encounter he didn't try to monetize.
What are they hoping to find? And what were they planning on doing with it? I'm sorry, detective, but, uh, you got the wrong guy.
I, uh, I work in wholesome family entertainment, not smut.
And yet you or someone from your company hired Scarlet Jones to infiltrate Beau Randolph's company and spy on him.
We figured as founder and C.
E.
O.
, you might know something about that.
Look, you have to understand.
I I built this company for my children, okay, for my grandchildren, so parents wouldn't have to worry about their kids being exposed to sex and violence.
I'm sorry.
What does this have to do with Beau? We expanded too quickly.
Sharks were circling.
Six weeks ago, Beau Randolph approached me and, uh, he said he could help.
He said he had large cash reserves and he was looking to invest.
Why would Beau want to invest in Lttle Frog? He said that, uh, he didn't want "College Girls Gone Crazy" to be his legacy.
He said he wanted to do more.
He liked the company.
I take it you weren't interested.
What, and let that guy's sleazy reputation taint everything I worked so hard to build? No.
I knew exactly what he was doing.
He was trying to use my company to legitimize himself.
He wanted to use it to obtain something he couldn't earn on his own.
And what's that? Respect.
After I said no, he took his proposal to the board.
They seemed to like his offer.
I was just looking for some leverage.
I just needed something to make him back off.
Are you sure about that? 'Cause given everything you've already done, it would've been easy to hire someone to slip into that party and just make it go away.
I had nothing to do with his death.
But I might know who did.
Scarlet said he guarded this S.
D.
card with his life.
Now I know why.
I thought I could use it as leverage against Randolph, but, uh, well, now it's pretty clear he was using it to blackmail someone else.
What's on it? It's not what.
It's who.
It's a sex tape.
So what? A guy like Beau could have dozens of these.
It's not the tape.
It's the girl.
I need a shot of her face.
We know her.
That's the girl in pink from the nightclub.
Yeah.
We took her statement that night.
She said didn't know Beau.
Well I think she lied.
So what's her name? Candice Mayfield, 25.
According to your report, she is literally one of the last people to see Beau Randolph alive.
Okay.
So what's so special about her? As far as I could see, nothing.
She's a kindergarten teacher.
No record.
There's nothing extraordinary about her.
Except for maybe who her father is.
According to court documents Candice Mayfield's real name is Candice Armstrong-- Ronald Armstrong's daughter.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
This Ronald Armstrong? The founder of voices for decency Ronald Armstrong? Mm-hmm.
The one who's trying to bring down Beau's company.
And Armstrong's daughter changed her name to her mom's maiden to get away from all the notoriety.
Only Beau found out who she really was.
So Beau lures her into a tawdry encounter, films it, and then uses the video to blackmail her.
And if she didn't agree to get her father off of his back, Beau was going to show the tape.
Candice knows that if that tape got out, it would ruin her life.
It would embarrass her whole family.
Beau uses the video to push her into a corner.
She has no choice but to push back.
She's our killer.
So what brings you home, aside from concocting a ridiculously huge dessert? Kudos, by the way.
I hate it when we argue.
Me, too.
It's just, I'm 18.
I don't have to ask for permission anymore.
No, I know that.
And I want you to experience things the way I did.
It's just, things are different now.
If this case has taught me anything, it's that when you put something out there, anyone can see it, from a future job interviewer to an Internet creep.
You don't think I know that? My generation grew up in a digital fish bowl.
And no matter how careful we are, stuff will get out there.
You know, friends will tag me in photos, inevitably doing something stupid.
Why should that define me? Why can't I go out there and define myself? No, I get it, Alexis.
It's just that I w-- Dad, look, I know.
I know you want to keep me safe, but the only way to do that is wrap me in bubble wrap and hide me in a cave.
Believe me I've thought about it.
The thing is, Alexis, there are bad people out there who do bad things, and the more you expose Dad, you know me.
I'm careful and smart.
But I need to live my life my way.
All right.
But that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop worrying.
It doesn't mean I'm gonna stop caring or reminding you from time to time that you are, indeed wrong.
And I wouldn't want you to.
I don't understand.
Why did I have to come back here? Because you didn't tell us the whole story, Candice.
you headed off in the same direction.
Well, I didn't follow him, if that's what you're trying to say.
Then where did you go? I don't remember.
Um, back out on the dance floor.
Candice, you're lying.
I know about the video, the one with you and Beau.
Please don't tell my father.
I'm gonna do my best not to.
I need you to meet me halfway, though.
Beau was blackmailing you, wasn't he? That's why you were there last night and that's why you killed him.
No, you-- you don't understand.
I think I do.
You're a kindergarten teacher.
You knew that that video would cost you your job and your reputation, not to mention your dad's reputation, and you lost control.
Any jury's gonna sympathize with you.
And I can put in a good word with the D.
A.
I just need you to tell me exactly what happened.
Um, I-I'd like to speak to my attorney.
The judge granted us the warrant.
The boys are on their way to Candice's to see if they can find proof that Beau was blackmailing her.
It's hard, isn't it, when the killer turns out to be a better person than the victim? Where's my daughter? My attorney says you're holding her.
I want to talk to my daughter.
Mr.
Armstrong, you should know that Candice is a person of interest in the Beau Randolph case.
What? Don't be ridiculous.
We should talk about this privately.
Go ahead.
This is all some kind of hideous mistake.
Candice wouldn't hurt anyone.
Were you aware of any connection between her and Beau? A connection with Beau Randolph? Are you joking? And by the way, my Candice would never be caught dead in that club.
Actually, it was Beau that was caught dead.
And Candice was in that club.
What on earth was she doing in this place? Maybe she was trying to protect herself from Beau.
Or protect you.
I made my feelings about him very plain.
My goal was simply to stop his activities.
I never intended for him to get hurt.
Do you think that my, uh my words, my--my mission could have led Candice to do something terrible? Is that possible? If I were in Candice's shoes, I would've done the same thing.
Well, I mean, I feel for her, I do.
But she knew what she was getting into.
She knew Beau would blackmail her, so this is her fault? With what her dad did, she must have known who Beau was and what he was about.
It's not like it was with Scarlet.
Oh, I see.
So this is about you.
Okay.
Hey, that chick totally misrepresented herself, bro.
She was hot, though, right? Here's the sad thing-- for you, the fact that she misrepresented herself makes her even hotter.
No, she can't be any hotter than she already is.
Oh, check this out.
Hmm? It is an e-mail to Candice from Beau with an attachment.
Probably the terms of the blackmail.
What did Beau want in exchange for keeping a lid on that sex tape? No, no, no.
This is some kind of trust, set up by Beau for $5 million.
Well, that makes no sense.
If he was blackmailing her, why would he be giving her money? The trust isn't for Candice.
The beneficiary is listed as a "J.
D.
Mayfield.
" I didn't find a J.
D.
Mayfield in her family.
Could be a John Doe or a Jane Doe.
Yo, check this out.
In Candice's date book, it's an ultrasound dated just a few days ago, and the patient is listed as a "C.
Mayfield.
" So Candice is pregnant.
And Beau set up the trust for her baby, and why would he do that? Because it's his kid.
I met Beau at a bar.
I thought he was funny and cute.
I had no idea who he was.
I'm pretty sure he didn't know who I was, either.
Star-crossed lovers, just like Romeo and Juliet.
If Romeo and Juliet had gotten drunk and had a meaningless one-night stand.
Point taken.
When I found out I was pregnant, I knew letting him know was the right thing to do.
I mean, I figured he wouldn't care, that he would tell me I was on my own.
And I would've been fine with that.
But when I showed him that first ultrasound, he got so choked up.
When was this? About two months ago.
That's when he broke it off with Tiffany and when he got interested in Little Frog Enterprises.
He was cleaning up his act, going legit.
Pretty much.
I thought it was all an act.
But he called all the time.
He said he really wanted to be a part of the child's life.
But you knew your father would disapprove.
My father disapproves about most things.
It was me.
I was the one that didn't want Beau around.
I mean, not with his reputation.
I didn't want that for my baby.
Beau wouldn't give up.
You know, he told me that all his life, he'd been searching, and he was looking for meaning in his life, and that he'd finally found it.
It was being a father.
He kept telling me that he would convince me, that he could change.
Why'd you go to the club that night? Beau asked me to meet him there.
He wanted to tell me that he was shutting down his business.
He was selling it? No, he was shutting it down for good.
He said he knew that was the only way to convince me.
So the DVDs, the web site, it was all going away.
Did he tell anyone else that he planned on shutting it down? Yes, he did.
That night, in fact.
Okay, okay, all right, girls.
You ready? We're gonna take a little bit of tape right up here while the crew sets up.
Come on.
Up, up, up.
Well, the show must go on, right, Troy? Can't let a little thing like the death of your boss get in the way of a party.
Look, I miss Beau.
He was a good friend.
But this is a business.
Okay, we have videos to produce, distribution deals.
This doesn't just end.
Okay, look, I honor his memory by keeping the party going.
Oh, that's nice.
Except if you really wanted to honor his memory, you would shut down the entire operation.
Shut it down? We know that Beau told you he was folding the company for good.
That's crazy.
Yeah, and you probably thought so, too.
That's why you decided that you couldn't let it happen.
What are you talking about? When we found out you had motive, we took a look at your footage.
Yeah, and you saw that I was filming all night, including while Beau was being killed.
Actually, your camera was filming, but you weren't.
Normally the footage from a hand-held camera would be in motion.
And yours was in motion, except for from 11:50 to 11:58-- About the time Beau headed to the bathroom.
For those eight minutes, the footage was rock-steady.
You put your camera on a tripod and you walked away.
You left it running, knowing that that would give you an alibi.
I mean, yeah, I used a tripod, but that doesn't prove I killed him.
No, but the D.
N.
A.
on the murder weapon will.
D.
N.
A.
? We got a court order to test it against yours.
Party's over, Troy.
He promised me I would take over the business someday, promised he'd get me rich, and then he just decides to end it all, decides to screw me over because of, uh, what, some baby? Come on.
How can you give up all this? You're about to find out.
Cuff him.
Turn around.
So that's why Beau was killed, over money? Yeah, I'm afraid so.
But you should know that what he told you was the truth.
He really was trying to be a better man.
I'm just sad that our baby will never get to meet him.
But one day, I'll tell her his story-- how Beau gave his life to be her father.
So you're having a daughter, then? Yeah.
That's wonderful.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
I think your dad's here to see you.
I guess I should tell him what's going on.
Thank you for finding out the truth.
You think he'll be able to accept his grandchild? Absolutely.
What makes you sure? Because a father would do anything for his daughter.
Please give it up for my friend and the founder of "College Girls Gone Crazy" -- Beau Randolph! Thank you, Troy.
And welcome, all of you, to what I know will be a night to remember.
So enjoy the music, the free drinks.
And thank you for being a part of "College Girls Gone Crazy: Girls Take Manhattan"! All right.
Let's get crazy! Another drink, Mr.
Randolph? I'm not here to party.
Not tonight.
Maybe next time, then.
I don't think there's gonna be a next time.
Oh, no! No! Richard, you just ruined my final savasana.
If you are method writing and playing the role of your murder victim, could you please die a little bit more quietly? Thank you.
No, mother, I didn't-- I just--I was I was googling myself and I found this.
Oh, I didn't know Alexis had a web site.
Neither did I.
It's a vlog.
It's a video blog.
Oh, well, that's charming.
No.
No, it is not charming.
So tonight Max and I went ice skating at Rockefeller Center again.
And, yes, I pretended to be unsteady on my skates again.
And, yes, Max caught me as I "fell" again.
That is completely adorable, and the camera just loves her.
Of course, she gets that from me.
Mother, Alexis is sharing, with the whole world, mind you, personal, intimate details about her life-- where she goes, who she goes with.
This is not safe.
Darling, when did you get to be such a fuddy-duddy? Believe me, you were far worse in your day.
My day is not today.
That day is not today.
Today is the day of the Internet stalker.
Today is the day for-- Darling, why don't you just answer your phone? Oh, and it's Beckett.
Maybe she has a nice murder to distract you from your parental paranoia.
Namaste.
So she video blogs, Castle.
So what? Plenty of people do her age.
Why? Did she post something inappropriate? No, but that's not the point.
Well, what is the point? The point is, she's oversharing.
She doesn't realize, whatever she posts on the Internet is out there forever.
Well, at least be happy that Alexis isn't posting something like that.
"College Girls Gone Crazy"? Yeah, brought to you by the master of oversharing, Mr.
Beau Randolph.
She It's all right to look, Castle.
Look at what? So it doesn't seem as though Beau Randolph's world has changed very much since we interviewed him for that frozen head case.
Except that he's no longer in it.
Beau Randolph is our victim? He was murdered in the women's bathroom? Brings new meaning to "College Girls Gone Crazy.
" Looks that way.
His body was found in one of the stalls.
Cause of death is strangulation.
Manual or ligature? Ligature.
Look at these bruises on his neck.
It's from a clasp on a bra.
The murder weapon was found lying next to him.
I figure that a chick lured him in here for a little tryst and then choked him out.
Time of death? Well, he was talking to the bartender around 11:50, and the body was found in the stall at 11:58 P.
M.
Lanie, do you think that we can get D.
N.
A.
of of the murder weapon? I already collected samples, but check this out.
This is a 36D Sultura.
Oh, that's high-end.
Definitely.
One of these could run you $200, $250.
$250 for a bra? Oh, but it's okay to spend that on a pair of sneakers, right? A pair of sneakers is practical.
Okay? They can support your, um Eject.
Okay.
The list of shops that sell that can't be that long so see if you can figure out who purchased it.
Yeah.
Hey, so looks like there was a guest list at the club tonight.
But if you were a guy with and you showed up at the door, or a pretty girl, you got in.
What about witnesses? Anyone see who Beau was with? Not yet, but uniforms are taking witness statements from people here and down at the precinct.
They were shooting for the web site tonight, so even if no one saw Beau, chances are someone caught him on video.
Who was in charge of taping? The video's producer, a guy named Troy Strickland.
But the bigger question is how anyone got to Beau in the first place.
According to club security, he came with a bodyguard tonight.
Well, that worked out, didn't it? Okay, Espo, you and Ryan take the bodyguard.
Castle and I will talk to the producer.
So where's the world's worst bodyguard? Told security to have him meet us near the rope line.
His name is Jones.
This guy? Yo.
You Jones? I'm Jones.
Scarlet Jones.
Detectives Ryan and Esposito.
NYPD.
You were supposed to have eyes on Beau.
So what happened? Beau told me to wait outside with the car.
When your boss gives you a directive, you follow it.
But it was weird.
Like he didn't want me in there tonight.
So you never saw him again after he went in the club? I'm afraid not.
Did you see anyone else that seemed suspicious tonight? Look, I did my threat assessment, okay? The only one was, uh What? Tiffany.
Tiffany Shaw.
Hey, that's that actress.
Right? She does soft-core, cable type of So I've heard.
That's also Beau's ex-girlfriend.
He tried to dump her two months ago, but she wouldn't take no for an answer.
He got a restraining order against her, and that still didn't keep her away.
And she was here tonight? She tried to get into the club, and I stopped her at the rope line.
I told her I would call the police if she didn't walk away, so she did.
Any chance she came back? Not through me.
But I couldn't cover every door.
Yeah, I've known Tiffany for a long time.
She's a crazy chick, and definitely obsessed with Beau.
But I didn't see her in the club tonight.
What did you see, if anything? Uh, just pretty girls and good, clean, all-American fun.
Man, this sucks.
I've been with Beau since the beginning.
I was his first cameraman, first producer.
We barely knew what we were doing.
Did he have any family? No, his mom left when he was little.
He never knew his dad.
I think it's what drove him.
You know, this company was the family he never had.
People thought he was this sleaze, surrounding himself with all these women, but it's because he was looking for something he couldn't find.
Troy, we're gonna need to see the footage that you shot tonight.
There might be evidence on it.
Troy.
Yeah, whatever you-- whatever you want.
Hey, Gary.
Hey, man.
I got down here as soon as I heard, buddy.
Yeah.
It's just so awful.
Yeah, yeah.
Uh, detective Beckett, Mr.
Castle, this is Gary Moore, our C.
O.
O.
Uh, I'll go get that footage for you.
Look, do you--do you have any idea who did this? Right now we're looking into Tiffany Shaw.
Is there anyone else that you think might have wanted to harm Beau? Well, unfortunately, he received death threats on a daily basis.
From whom? Moral crusaders, um, angry boyfriends, angry fathers women who had second thoughts about being in our videos.
Did you keep track of these threats? Yeah, we have a database back at our offices.
We'll need you to take us there.
Yo.
How's the in-breast-igation going? And that's why you're still single.
So I just got off the phone with Tiffany Shaw's P.
R.
rep.
Not only does she wear a 36D like our murder weapon, but they can't locate her.
Well, neither can I.
So far she's not in any of this footage that we got from Troy.
To tell you the truth, what happens in those club bathrooms, that bra could've been left behind by anyone.
Yeah, and we still got over a hundred statements to take.
We're gonna be here all night.
Well, maybe not.
Look.
Check it out.
It's Beau.
You--you see that? He--he turns his head like he sees something or someone.
And it's at 11:50.
That's right around the time of the murder.
Look.
He walks right by those women.
They're watching him go.
Wait a minute.
The girl in pink She's here.
She saw where Beau went.
Yeah, that's me.
I-I didn't want to go, but one of my girlfriends dragged me out.
Now I'm stuck in the middle of all this.
Better than in the middle.
You saw where he went just before he was murdered.
You might have been the last person to see him alive.
Ms.
Mayfield, when he walked by you, did you see where he was going or what he was doing? The lights were flashing.
It was pretty hard to see.
I'm sorry.
I've never even seen the guy before.
Is there usually a guard on duty? Well, yeah, he-- he leaves at 6:00, but we can still access our database from his workstation here.
Okay, I'd like to focus on all of the threats from the last six months or so.
Is this an entry log? Uh, yes.
Why? It says that Beau Randolph swiped his key card at 12:09 A.
M.
That's impossible.
He was already dead.
Our killer stole the card and then gained entry into this building.
What were they after? According to this, whoever used that key card went into Beau's office.
Are there security cameras in there? Pulling it up now.
He's going for the safe.
Beau just had that installed.
What does he keep in there? I don't know, but when it came to that safe, he was pretty paranoid.
That's an S.
D.
card.
Come on.
Turn around.
Oh, my God.
That's Beau Randolph's bodyguard.
Well, she's not very good at her job.
Good news is, Scarlet Jones is not the world's worst bodyguard.
Bad news is, she's a murderer.
Someone that sexy going to prison? That in itself is a crime.
Is this really necessary? I told your detectives everything I know.
Not everything.
For instance, you didn't tell us that you had been working for Mr.
Randolph for only a couple of weeks.
How is that relevant? Well, in your statement, you said that when Beau went into the club, you stayed with the limo.
That's right.
That's what I did.
So then maybe you can explain this.
That appears to be you stealing an S.
D.
card.
And before you say "evil twin," just know-- It's been done.
You broke in to his office just after he died using his key card.
How did you get it? Look, I didn't kill Beau, and certainly not for his key card.
He left it in the limo.
I knew it was my only chance.
What do you mean, only chance? There was this sex tape.
This friend of mine made the mistake of sleeping with Beau, and he videotaped it.
She knew that if it ever got out, it would destroy her life, so I took this job to make sure the tape never got out.
When Beau told me to stay with the car, I knew it was my only shot, so, yes, I-I broke in to his office, I took the S.
D.
card, and I destroyed it.
But that's all I did.
And who is this friend of yours? Her name is Mindy Norton.
Like I told your detectives, the killer must be Tiffany.
She hated Beau for breaking up with her.
Look, she--she must have snuck back into the club while I was gone.
We reviewed the video footage.
There's no evidence Tiffany was at the club.
In fact, all of the evidence points to you.
Beau died after 11:50.
That gave you enough time to kill him, take the S.
D.
card, and get back to the club.
No, I left for Beau's office at 11:45.
The valets saw me drive off.
I am telling you, somebody else did this.
And if it wasn't Tiffany, then I think I might know who.
Last week there was this guy in midtown.
He practically attacked Beau in the street, saying that he would make Beau pay for whatever it was he did.
Do you know who this guy was? No, but he got in Beau's face.
And he was yelling at Beau, saying that he had double-crossed him.
He got physical, so I, uh, stepped in.
And then what? Broke his nose and a couple of ribs, I think.
Oh, did you hear that? She broke his nose.
Yeah, so? So that's hot.
Who are you? And you have no idea who he is? No, but I'd know if I saw him again.
So Scarlet's friend Mindy confirmed her story about the sex tape.
Plus two of the valets saw her leave the club at 11:45.
So it looks like her alibi is checking out.
You know, you seem unusually happy about this.
No, I'm just, you know-- you know, working the case.
Speaking of which, we're still trying to track down Tiffany Shaw, but no luck so far.
Meantime, Scarlet's working with a sketch artist on Beau's attacker.
When it's done, send it off to hospital emergency rooms.
If she did as much damage as she claims, then he would've sought medical attention.
I should probably go see how the sketch is coming along.
Yeah, you do that.
So I've been working through the threat database from Beau Randolph's office.
Did anything pop? Yeah.
One guy.
Ronald Armstrong.
Founder of voices for decency.
Is that the guy that's on TV all the time, the one that's pushing a conservative agenda on media groups and community businesses? Yeah, that's him.
He's the one who organized the protest outside the nightclub.
Really? Any reason to believe that he's violent? Well, here is a quote from Armstrong on his web site to his followers.
"Our work is to rid the nation of the purveyors of filth.
"If Beau Randolph doesn't heed our voices, he must fall to our wrath.
" But does that make him a suspect? Well, maybe not him personally, but two weeks ago, Armstrong organized another protest outside Beau Randolph's loft.
Windows were broken.
Beau was burned in effigy.
It got pretty ugly.
Those same protesters were outside the nightclub last night.
Mr.
Randolph's death was like his life-- vulgar offensive.
Look what's become of our nation.
The truth is that the Beau Randolphs of this world profit by degrading our culture and everyone in it.
I don't apologize for defending moral values.
The question is, how far would you go to defend them? You recently led a protest against him that turned violent.
A few of my brethren became a bit overzealous, that's all.
Maybe your words gave them encouragement.
Make no mistake.
We are at war.
But I simply ask good people to stand up for their principles and to use any and all legal means to force change.
I will need the names of all of the protesters that were at the club last night.
And I respectfully decline your request.
We can get a warrant.
I doubt it.
But good luck to you.
Thanks for the coffee.
So this is the guy that came after Beau? Yeah.
If I knew he was coming back, I'd have broken more than just his nose.
Hey, look, um, about last night at the club I'm sorry.
I was-- I was way out of line.
Yeah.
So was I.
I should've come clean with you guys about everything.
See ya.
See you later.
Hey, Scarlet.
Uh Do you think maybe we could get a drink later? I mean, now that you're not a suspect anymore So this is what you do all day.
Right? Whoa.
No, it's work.
That's That's a case.
I know.
I was just messing with you.
Uh, so you wanted to see me? Yeah.
So, Alexis, I, um I found your vlog, and while it is super cute, um-- Yeah, gram told me.
You think I'm catnip for predators online.
I-it's just, people have to be, and especially women, need to be leery about how much they put out into the world.
I don't want to see you haunted for years by something you posted on a whim.
Dad, you're acting like I'm one of these girls who flashes the camera for a free shot of tequila.
It's just a silly vlog.
With personal information.
What if the wrong person sees it? You're always pushing me to get out there, experiment, have fun, but you refuse to trust me.
Okay, Alexis-- Dad, I'm not having this conversation with you.
I've got to go.
I've got class.
No, stay.
I'm leaving.
Anything you want to talk about? No.
No.
No.
Castle, over here.
No, no, look.
It's the guy from Scarlet's sketch.
It's the man who attacked Beau.
Look at his nose.
That's from Scarlet hitting him.
He was at the club last night, probably to finish the job.
And I can tell you his name--Seth Parrino.
Just got off the phone with an E.
R.
nurse at Bronx General.
Parrino was treated and released for a nasal fracture and some bruised ribs.
What do we know about him? Well, he was no stranger to violence.
He was convicted of racketeering three years ago.
You know where we can find him? Racketeering and Parrino owns an import business? I've got two words for you, Beckett-- Vito Corleone.
Technically, those are names, not words.
If Beau Randolph double-crossed a member of the mafia no wonder he got whacked.
That is rampant speculation.
Rampant speculation is my specialty.
What if Beau Randolph produced a video featuring the daughter of a mafia boss, and the brassiere became the mafia's, uh, garrote du jour? You can stop talking now.
Seth Parrino.
What the hell are you doing? You can't be in here.
NYPD.
We have a few questions.
Get down, get down Jungle boogie Ah Jungle boogie Get it Jungle boogie Ah Jungle boogie Get it Maybe more than just a few questions.
"College Guys Gone Nuts," really? Yeah, yeah, and I own the trademark, so don't get any ideas.
Rats.
Look, everybody here is over We're not here about your dancers, Mr.
Parrino.
Are we? Right.
No.
We're here about Beau Randolph.
Okay, yeah, yeah, we had a falling out.
I didn't kill anybody.
A falling out about what? This.
"College Guys Gone Nuts.
" A couple months ago, I approached him about partnering up.
You know, maybe do for women what he did for men.
Can you imagine the merchandising possibilities, DVDs, Internet, video games.
You know, at first he said he was in.
Then all of a sudden, boom.
Just like that, changes his mind.
Can't imagine why.
Beau was a visionary.
I grant him that.
He was a visionary.
But, uh, for some reason, he just-- he--he couldn't-- couldn't see it, you know? I get it.
You're right.
I mean, it's like wind power.
It's, uh, solar energy.
Exactly.
Yeah.
Day this happened, I found out he was gonna back out on the deal.
Said he's gonna-- he's gonna invest in something else-- Oh, kids programming or something like that.
Like I couldn't tell he was just blowing me off.
And then he sics that bodyguard on me.
Why did you go to the club that night? I was trying to make a final pitch.
You know, give him one more chance to-- to--to say yes, one more chance to go nuts.
I take it he said no.
Oh, I never got a chance to ask.
I ran into him in the back, and he was having a fight with some chick.
It looked nasty.
I just, I figured, you know, it wasn't the time.
And when was this? God, like 11:30 or so.
Do you think you could describe this woman? Yeah, yeah, yeah, she has, uh short brown hair, smokin' hot body.
Oh, ho, ho.
Oh, and she had a mole right over her lip.
Here she is-- Seth Parrino's mystery woman.
All right, send her photo to the party organizers.
See if anyone recognizes her.
No need.
Check out that mole.
Look familiar? So Beau's ex-girlfriend Tiffany Shaw was there.
She must have disguised herself, then slipped in to the club after Scarlet left.
Get out a warrant on her.
You think we could have Ryan do that? I have plans.
Really? Do these plans have a name? Oh, shut up.
You didn't.
She broke a guy's nose.
You know she's gotta be freaky.
Come on.
Hey, where you going? Don't ask.
You got anything? Well, um I never thought I'd say this after graduating the sixth grade, but our bra research is in.
Turns out six women purchased a Sultura bra identical to the size and model of our murder weapon from the same Upper East Side lingerie shop-- Carnal Desires.
Of the six, one name stood out.
Tiffany Shaw.
It gets better.
Apparently she must have lost hers, because she called the shop this morning to see if they had another one in stock.
She's on her way in to get it right now.
You know, it seems like such a shame to have her buy a new one when her old one is right here.
Oh, my God.
My bra.
Thank you so much.
Where did you guys find this? Wrapped around Beau Randolph's neck, strangling him to death.
Wait.
You guys don't think that I had anything to do with this, do you? The murder weapon belongs to you.
Our victim had a restraining order against you.
And you were so determined to get to see him that night that you changed your appearance in order to get past security.
It's not what you think.
Look, I just wanted to talk to him.
The two of us were soul mates.
And then a couple of months ago, he changes.
He got so serious, so secretive.
And then out of the blue, he just dumps me for no reason.
I just wanted to know why.
I deserved to know why.
So you went to the club to confront him.
And do you know what he said? He said that I wasn't the kind of person that he could be with anymore.
Like he's such a saint.
And then he said if I showed up again, he'd have me arrested.
That's pretty harsh.
That must have made you angry.
Damn right, it made me angry.
I wanted to hurt him so bad.
So you went into the bathroom and then you killed him.
Wh-what? You killed him.
Whoa.
Okay.
No, I didn't kill him.
You just said you wanted to hurt him so bad.
Yeah, so I grabbed the nearest guy and pulled him into the bathroom for revenge sex.
Then how did your bra end up wrapped around Beau Randolph's neck? I must have left it in the bathroom.
You ever do it in a nightclub, detective, hot, sweaty, quick? Things go missing.
Can this guy confirm your story? Confirm it? I mean, knowing men, he's probably told the entire east coast already.
So what's his name? You don't know his name.
It was club sex.
Look, I know it was stupid.
Afterward, I felt awful, so I left.
And what time was that? Around 11:45.
You can call my driver.
And when I walked out of that club, Beau was still alive.
Look, I knew Beau better than anyone, and something wasn't right.
I could see it in his eyes.
At first I thought it was another woman, so I followed him to find out who it was.
But when I saw what that bodyguard of his was up to, I knew it was something bigger.
What was she up to? Nothing good.
A couple of weeks ago, I followed her.
She was crossing Bryant park.
And suddenly, she reaches into a trash bin and pulls out this-- A bag of cash.
So the mystery of Scarlet deepens.
A dead drop involving a bag of cash and a trash bin, sending us after false leads at every turn-- This is classic spy craft.
But whose money is it and who is she really working for? Scarlet's last few jobs were doing high-level consulting for fortune-500 companies.
That's a far cry from babysitting Beau Randolph.
Maybe she's still working for one of them.
Maybe her job with Beau was just to get close enough to him to accomplish her real mission.
Yeah, whatever that was.
Hey, so I just spoke with Scarlet's friend Mindy.
After I explained to her what obstruction of justice looks like, she admitted that Scarlet paid her $1,000 to vouch for that story about the S.
D.
card.
Whatever's on it, it's not a sex tape of her and Beau.
Okay, so what the hell is it and why does she want it so bad? You know, I think I know how we can find out.
Pretty much everything.
You're super strong.
I'm just saying.
Is everything okay? It's-- nah, it's just work.
It seems like they can't operate without me sometimes.
You know how it is.
So do you want to get another drink or maybe get a table and get some dinner? How about we continue this conversation at my place? Okay.
Or better yet why don't we continue this conversation back at my place? She's hot.
She kicks ass.
She's a corporate spy.
Man, she is perfect.
Why'd she have to be the bad guy? Sorry we had to cop block you, bro.
You know this is ridiculous.
I had nothing to do with Beau Randolph's death.
I also know that you lied to us.
I have an alibi.
What was on the S.
D.
card and who do you work for? I already told you.
You didn't take that job to get back a sex tape.
And your friend Mindy already recanted her story.
And I highly doubt that Beau paid you by leaving cash in a trash bin.
So why don't you drop the act and tell me what the hell is going on and what was on that card? I don't know.
Scarlet.
I don't know.
Do you actually expect me to believe that you have no idea what was on the thing that you stole? All I know is that Beau was obsessed about it, paranoid.
So I figured it's exactly what my employer was looking for.
What did they send you to find? Dirt.
Uh, incriminating evidence they could use against Beau.
Who? Who's your employer? Scarlet, I'm gonna find out whether you tell me or not, and if they were involved in Beau Randolph's death, then that makes you an accomplice unless you help.
Little Frog Enterprises.
I was hired by Little Frog Enterprises.
Little Frog Enterprises, the children's media company? That makes no sense.
Beau told Seth Parrino that he was investing in children's programming, so maybe it's related.
So what, the folks behind "The Jigglewags" and "Happy Polly's Puppet Playtime" are the people pulling the strings behind Beau's death? Well, all we know for sure is that they were trying to dig up some dirt on Beau.
The man's life was dirt.
He hardly had a sexual encounter he didn't try to monetize.
What are they hoping to find? And what were they planning on doing with it? I'm sorry, detective, but, uh, you got the wrong guy.
I, uh, I work in wholesome family entertainment, not smut.
And yet you or someone from your company hired Scarlet Jones to infiltrate Beau Randolph's company and spy on him.
We figured as founder and C.
E.
O.
, you might know something about that.
Look, you have to understand.
I I built this company for my children, okay, for my grandchildren, so parents wouldn't have to worry about their kids being exposed to sex and violence.
I'm sorry.
What does this have to do with Beau? We expanded too quickly.
Sharks were circling.
Six weeks ago, Beau Randolph approached me and, uh, he said he could help.
He said he had large cash reserves and he was looking to invest.
Why would Beau want to invest in Lttle Frog? He said that, uh, he didn't want "College Girls Gone Crazy" to be his legacy.
He said he wanted to do more.
He liked the company.
I take it you weren't interested.
What, and let that guy's sleazy reputation taint everything I worked so hard to build? No.
I knew exactly what he was doing.
He was trying to use my company to legitimize himself.
He wanted to use it to obtain something he couldn't earn on his own.
And what's that? Respect.
After I said no, he took his proposal to the board.
They seemed to like his offer.
I was just looking for some leverage.
I just needed something to make him back off.
Are you sure about that? 'Cause given everything you've already done, it would've been easy to hire someone to slip into that party and just make it go away.
I had nothing to do with his death.
But I might know who did.
Scarlet said he guarded this S.
D.
card with his life.
Now I know why.
I thought I could use it as leverage against Randolph, but, uh, well, now it's pretty clear he was using it to blackmail someone else.
What's on it? It's not what.
It's who.
It's a sex tape.
So what? A guy like Beau could have dozens of these.
It's not the tape.
It's the girl.
I need a shot of her face.
We know her.
That's the girl in pink from the nightclub.
Yeah.
We took her statement that night.
She said didn't know Beau.
Well I think she lied.
So what's her name? Candice Mayfield, 25.
According to your report, she is literally one of the last people to see Beau Randolph alive.
Okay.
So what's so special about her? As far as I could see, nothing.
She's a kindergarten teacher.
No record.
There's nothing extraordinary about her.
Except for maybe who her father is.
According to court documents Candice Mayfield's real name is Candice Armstrong-- Ronald Armstrong's daughter.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
This Ronald Armstrong? The founder of voices for decency Ronald Armstrong? Mm-hmm.
The one who's trying to bring down Beau's company.
And Armstrong's daughter changed her name to her mom's maiden to get away from all the notoriety.
Only Beau found out who she really was.
So Beau lures her into a tawdry encounter, films it, and then uses the video to blackmail her.
And if she didn't agree to get her father off of his back, Beau was going to show the tape.
Candice knows that if that tape got out, it would ruin her life.
It would embarrass her whole family.
Beau uses the video to push her into a corner.
She has no choice but to push back.
She's our killer.
So what brings you home, aside from concocting a ridiculously huge dessert? Kudos, by the way.
I hate it when we argue.
Me, too.
It's just, I'm 18.
I don't have to ask for permission anymore.
No, I know that.
And I want you to experience things the way I did.
It's just, things are different now.
If this case has taught me anything, it's that when you put something out there, anyone can see it, from a future job interviewer to an Internet creep.
You don't think I know that? My generation grew up in a digital fish bowl.
And no matter how careful we are, stuff will get out there.
You know, friends will tag me in photos, inevitably doing something stupid.
Why should that define me? Why can't I go out there and define myself? No, I get it, Alexis.
It's just that I w-- Dad, look, I know.
I know you want to keep me safe, but the only way to do that is wrap me in bubble wrap and hide me in a cave.
Believe me I've thought about it.
The thing is, Alexis, there are bad people out there who do bad things, and the more you expose Dad, you know me.
I'm careful and smart.
But I need to live my life my way.
All right.
But that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop worrying.
It doesn't mean I'm gonna stop caring or reminding you from time to time that you are, indeed wrong.
And I wouldn't want you to.
I don't understand.
Why did I have to come back here? Because you didn't tell us the whole story, Candice.
you headed off in the same direction.
Well, I didn't follow him, if that's what you're trying to say.
Then where did you go? I don't remember.
Um, back out on the dance floor.
Candice, you're lying.
I know about the video, the one with you and Beau.
Please don't tell my father.
I'm gonna do my best not to.
I need you to meet me halfway, though.
Beau was blackmailing you, wasn't he? That's why you were there last night and that's why you killed him.
No, you-- you don't understand.
I think I do.
You're a kindergarten teacher.
You knew that that video would cost you your job and your reputation, not to mention your dad's reputation, and you lost control.
Any jury's gonna sympathize with you.
And I can put in a good word with the D.
A.
I just need you to tell me exactly what happened.
Um, I-I'd like to speak to my attorney.
The judge granted us the warrant.
The boys are on their way to Candice's to see if they can find proof that Beau was blackmailing her.
It's hard, isn't it, when the killer turns out to be a better person than the victim? Where's my daughter? My attorney says you're holding her.
I want to talk to my daughter.
Mr.
Armstrong, you should know that Candice is a person of interest in the Beau Randolph case.
What? Don't be ridiculous.
We should talk about this privately.
Go ahead.
This is all some kind of hideous mistake.
Candice wouldn't hurt anyone.
Were you aware of any connection between her and Beau? A connection with Beau Randolph? Are you joking? And by the way, my Candice would never be caught dead in that club.
Actually, it was Beau that was caught dead.
And Candice was in that club.
What on earth was she doing in this place? Maybe she was trying to protect herself from Beau.
Or protect you.
I made my feelings about him very plain.
My goal was simply to stop his activities.
I never intended for him to get hurt.
Do you think that my, uh my words, my--my mission could have led Candice to do something terrible? Is that possible? If I were in Candice's shoes, I would've done the same thing.
Well, I mean, I feel for her, I do.
But she knew what she was getting into.
She knew Beau would blackmail her, so this is her fault? With what her dad did, she must have known who Beau was and what he was about.
It's not like it was with Scarlet.
Oh, I see.
So this is about you.
Okay.
Hey, that chick totally misrepresented herself, bro.
She was hot, though, right? Here's the sad thing-- for you, the fact that she misrepresented herself makes her even hotter.
No, she can't be any hotter than she already is.
Oh, check this out.
Hmm? It is an e-mail to Candice from Beau with an attachment.
Probably the terms of the blackmail.
What did Beau want in exchange for keeping a lid on that sex tape? No, no, no.
This is some kind of trust, set up by Beau for $5 million.
Well, that makes no sense.
If he was blackmailing her, why would he be giving her money? The trust isn't for Candice.
The beneficiary is listed as a "J.
D.
Mayfield.
" I didn't find a J.
D.
Mayfield in her family.
Could be a John Doe or a Jane Doe.
Yo, check this out.
In Candice's date book, it's an ultrasound dated just a few days ago, and the patient is listed as a "C.
Mayfield.
" So Candice is pregnant.
And Beau set up the trust for her baby, and why would he do that? Because it's his kid.
I met Beau at a bar.
I thought he was funny and cute.
I had no idea who he was.
I'm pretty sure he didn't know who I was, either.
Star-crossed lovers, just like Romeo and Juliet.
If Romeo and Juliet had gotten drunk and had a meaningless one-night stand.
Point taken.
When I found out I was pregnant, I knew letting him know was the right thing to do.
I mean, I figured he wouldn't care, that he would tell me I was on my own.
And I would've been fine with that.
But when I showed him that first ultrasound, he got so choked up.
When was this? About two months ago.
That's when he broke it off with Tiffany and when he got interested in Little Frog Enterprises.
He was cleaning up his act, going legit.
Pretty much.
I thought it was all an act.
But he called all the time.
He said he really wanted to be a part of the child's life.
But you knew your father would disapprove.
My father disapproves about most things.
It was me.
I was the one that didn't want Beau around.
I mean, not with his reputation.
I didn't want that for my baby.
Beau wouldn't give up.
You know, he told me that all his life, he'd been searching, and he was looking for meaning in his life, and that he'd finally found it.
It was being a father.
He kept telling me that he would convince me, that he could change.
Why'd you go to the club that night? Beau asked me to meet him there.
He wanted to tell me that he was shutting down his business.
He was selling it? No, he was shutting it down for good.
He said he knew that was the only way to convince me.
So the DVDs, the web site, it was all going away.
Did he tell anyone else that he planned on shutting it down? Yes, he did.
That night, in fact.
Okay, okay, all right, girls.
You ready? We're gonna take a little bit of tape right up here while the crew sets up.
Come on.
Up, up, up.
Well, the show must go on, right, Troy? Can't let a little thing like the death of your boss get in the way of a party.
Look, I miss Beau.
He was a good friend.
But this is a business.
Okay, we have videos to produce, distribution deals.
This doesn't just end.
Okay, look, I honor his memory by keeping the party going.
Oh, that's nice.
Except if you really wanted to honor his memory, you would shut down the entire operation.
Shut it down? We know that Beau told you he was folding the company for good.
That's crazy.
Yeah, and you probably thought so, too.
That's why you decided that you couldn't let it happen.
What are you talking about? When we found out you had motive, we took a look at your footage.
Yeah, and you saw that I was filming all night, including while Beau was being killed.
Actually, your camera was filming, but you weren't.
Normally the footage from a hand-held camera would be in motion.
And yours was in motion, except for from 11:50 to 11:58-- About the time Beau headed to the bathroom.
For those eight minutes, the footage was rock-steady.
You put your camera on a tripod and you walked away.
You left it running, knowing that that would give you an alibi.
I mean, yeah, I used a tripod, but that doesn't prove I killed him.
No, but the D.
N.
A.
on the murder weapon will.
D.
N.
A.
? We got a court order to test it against yours.
Party's over, Troy.
He promised me I would take over the business someday, promised he'd get me rich, and then he just decides to end it all, decides to screw me over because of, uh, what, some baby? Come on.
How can you give up all this? You're about to find out.
Cuff him.
Turn around.
So that's why Beau was killed, over money? Yeah, I'm afraid so.
But you should know that what he told you was the truth.
He really was trying to be a better man.
I'm just sad that our baby will never get to meet him.
But one day, I'll tell her his story-- how Beau gave his life to be her father.
So you're having a daughter, then? Yeah.
That's wonderful.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
I think your dad's here to see you.
I guess I should tell him what's going on.
Thank you for finding out the truth.
You think he'll be able to accept his grandchild? Absolutely.
What makes you sure? Because a father would do anything for his daughter.