05x12 - Death Gone Crazy

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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 m*rder 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 m*rder 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 m*rder*d 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 m*rder w*apon 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 DNA of of the m*rder w*apon?

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
20 bucks in your pocket

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 sh**ting 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 thr*at 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 sh*t 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 COO.

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 PR rep.

Not only does she wear a 36D
like our m*rder w*apon,

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 m*rder.

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 m*rder*d.

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 k*ller 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 SD 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 m*rder*r.

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 SD card.

And before you say "evil twin," just know--

It's been done.

You broke in to his
office just after he d*ed

using his key card.

How did you get it?

Look, I didn't k*ll 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 sh*t,

so, yes, I-I broke into his office,

I took the SD 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 k*ller 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 d*ed after 11:50.

That gave you enough time to k*ll him,

take the SD 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 att*cked 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 thr*at 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 b*rned 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 w*r.

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 sh*t 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 att*cked 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 ER 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 v*olence.

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.

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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
18, and I have my permits.

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 k*ll 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.

30?

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 m*rder w*apon

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 m*rder w*apon 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 k*lled him.

Wh-what?

You k*lled him.

Whoa. Okay.
No, I didn't k*ll 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 SD 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 SD 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 CEO,

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 v*olence.

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 Little 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 SD 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 sh*t 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 k*ller.

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.

12 seconds after Beau left,

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 k*lled 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 k*ller 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 k*lled.

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 k*lled him.

No, but the DNA
on the m*rder w*apon will.

DNA?

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 k*lled,

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.