There are two kinds of folks
who sit around thinking about how to kill people.
Psychopaths and mystery writers.
I'm the kind that pays better. Who am I?
I'm Rick Castle.
Castle. Castle.
I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?
Every writer needs inspiration and I found mine.
Detective Kate Beckett.
Beckett. Beckett.
- "Nikki Heat"? - The character he's basing on you.
And thanks to my friendship with the mayor,
I get to be on her case.
I'd be happy to let you spank me.
And together we catch killers.
We make a pretty good team, you know.
Like Starsky and Hutch. Turner and Hooch.
You do remind me a little of Hooch.
Sophie! Sophie, are you in there?
Sophie, the procession starts in 15 minutes!
If that girl ruins your wedding…
I'm not worried about the wedding, Mother. I'm worried about Sophie.
If I had as much champagne as she did last night,
I'd probably be late for February.
Oh, hey. Can you open this door for us?
It's an emergency, please. Thank you.
Sophie? Sophie?
The bed hasn't been slept in.
- She's not in the bathroom. - Go and see if her dress is still here.
Make sure it's nice and tight.
Yes, sir.
What on Earth are you two doing?
Research.
Dad has Nikki Heat duct-taped to a chair in his next chapter
and he doesn't know how to get her out of it.
I thought, what better way to figure it out
than to get into the mind of my character?
I don't know, I suppose you could just use your imagination.
I want it to be authentic. Hands.
Well, hurry taping up your father. We don't want to be late.
Oh, God. I can't believe I just said that.
Where are you two off to?
Gram's got a dress rehearsal. I thought I'd go watch.
Watch me? Or watch the adorable delivery boy in the second act?
Too tight?
- Perfect. - Are you sure about your mouth?
Like I said, authentic.
Mm.
Nod if you're OK.
OK, we're off. And after, we might go shopping.
So, you don't mind, right?
Oh, come on, Dad. We both know you'd have no respect for me if I didn't.
Have fun, and good luck.
Uh-huh. I don't know where she gets it from. Honestly, I don't.
Bye.
Adios.
Mm.
Victim is Sophie Ronson, 35. She's in from LA for the wedding.
- Was she a guest? - Mm-hmm. Bridesmaid.
Bride came looking when Miss Ronson didn't show up for her hair and makeup.
Found her stuffed in that armoire.
What do you see?
Preliminary cause is asphyxiation.
And from the way her windpipe is crushed, I'd say the killer choked her from behind.
We've got contusions on her throat, one of her earrings is missing.
It looks like it was yanked from her lobe.
We searched the room. The earring's not here.
Get CSU to print out a picture
so that uniforms can start searching the hotel.
Yeah.
Time of death?
Based on temperature and lividity,
I'd say between 3:00 and 5:00 a.m. this morning.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
Let's talk to hotel security. I wanna see surveillance tapes
and a list of all registered hotel guests.
And get records for her room phone and her cell.
I'm on it.
Hotel says only one key card was issued to the victim.
It was last used to enter the victim's room at 3:18 a.m.
OK, well, that coincides with time of death.
Where are the bride and groom?
Bridal suite at the end of the hall. Uh, Greg and Kyra.
OK, have uniforms assemble the wedding guests in the bar
- to be interviewed. - Where's Castle?
I don't know. Figured the death of a bridesmaid would be right up his alley.
Heard "wedding" and probably got cold feet.
Huh.
Yeah.
When was the last time that you saw Sophie?
At the rehearsal dinner last night. I don't even think I talked to her.
She came all this way for us, and I don't think I even said hello.
It's not your fault, Kyra. It was a crazy day.
Did you talk to her after I went up to bed?
No. You know how Uncle Teddy is.
He wouldn't let me leave without doing tequila shots.
I escaped up to my room around 1:00.
I'm not sure if Sophie was still at the bar.
The two of you weren't in the same room last night?
No.
It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.
Is there anything else you can tell me about Sophie?
Was she in a relationship? Did she have any enemies?
I don't know. She lived in LA and we… we were never super close.
Sophie introduced us. She's the reason we're together.
So, when we were planning the wedding,
we thought she should be there.
But the engagement party was the first time we'd seen her
in a couple of years. And now she's dead.
Who would do something like this?
That's what we're here to find out.
- Here you go. - Thanks, Joe. It's great.
- Hotel security? - Yeah.
They do background checks on all their employees.
Seemed pretty sure there wasn't a killer among them but
he gave me the list. He's also pulling surveillance tapes.
Good news is the elevators are all wired.
Bad news is the stairwells and hallways aren't.
Oh, look who it is.
We were about to send out a search party. Where you been?
- I got a little tied up with work. - Hmm.
- Which way to the crime scene? - Sixth floor.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
Hey, bro. Is that duct tape on your pants?
Hmm. Yes. Yes, it is.
So, a bridesmaid, huh? What happened?
Wouldn't get caught dead in that dress?
They're actually not that bad. A subtle mauve chiffon.
Dude, really? Mauve?
What? I have sisters. You should have seen their dresses. Hideous.
Bridesmaid dresses are supposed to be hideous.
Really? Why?
So that the bride looks more beautiful in comparison.
Ah, see? Not a woman alive who doesn't think about her wedding day,
not even Kate Beckett.
Tell me you never tore a picture of a wedding gown out of a magazine.
I've never torn a picture of a wedding gown out of a magazine.
- You're lying. She's lying. - Mm-hmm.
So, who's the unlucky bride?
Uh, her name is…
Kyra?
Rick?
Rick Castle.
You two know each other?
That would be an understatement.
I read somewhere that you were working with the police,
but I… I never would've expected to…
- How long has it been? - Too long.
You look exactly the same.
And you've improved.
You always did know how to turn a phrase.
This is so surreal.
It's my wedding day and you show up.
Castle, Lanie's got something for us.
I'll catch up.
Hmm. OK.
What'd you find?
Once I turned her over,
I saw these abrasions across her upper back.
They were definitely made before she died,
- probably during the struggle. - Any idea what made them?
No. But there's an odd shape to the wounds.
I'll have a better idea once I get her back to the lab.
OK.
So, how's everything going in the bridal suite?
- Not the day they had planned. - Yeah, or the surprise guest.
Apparently, Castle has a history with the bride.
Ancient, modern or sexual?
- Seems like all of the above. - You OK with that?
Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? Just keep me posted on the labs.
Mm-hmm.
So, what happened to the girl who said that
marriage was a Jurassic institution?
- She grew up. - Hmm.
Does that mean the groom is a grown-up, too? All work and no play?
No. He plays just enough.
He's a lucky man.
Except today.
All the things you worry about going wrong at your wedding…
Sorry.
Hey, honey.
Greg, this is Rick Castle.
Rick Castle, your ex?
Oh. Yes. No. Nice to meet you.
Rick's working with the police now.
Do they think the murderer's still in the hotel?
Well, that depends on whether the attack was random
or someone she knew.
So, you think one of the guests could've killed her?
We have to consider every possibility.
You'll have to excuse us. We have people arriving downstairs.
Of course.
Kyra Blaine. Wow.
I take it she was someone very special.
She's the one that got away.
Could you please tell me your name and relationship to the bride and groom?
Sheila Blaine, mother of the bride.
Keith Murphy. I'm the brother of the groom.
Laurie Hill, maid of honor, friend of the bride.
Ted Murphy, groom's uncle.
Ruby Osiris-Schwartzman.
I was once married to Kyra's father's brother's uncle, twice removed.
And boy, was that a mistake. Is the bar open yet?
Do you have any idea who might have killed her?
Of course not.
- No. - No.
No.
I heard that Sophie almost didn't come to the wedding.
She called Kyra up and tried to back out of being a bridesmaid.
But then she called and said she'd changed her mind.
I warned Kyra that girl was too unreliable to be put in a wedding party.
But did she listen to me? No.
Thank you very much. Next.
- That's everyone, right? - I think so.
Wait, there's a groomsman that's not checked off.
Mike Weitz?
Hmm. I didn't talk to him. You?
No.
Mr. Murphy, have you seen Mike Weitz?
- No, actually. - Has anybody seen Mike?
Oh, God. He was with Sophie at the rehearsal dinner.
She's right. I saw them together in the bar after.
You don't think something happened to him, too, do you?
None of the guests have seen Mike since last night.
We checked his room. The bed's made,
his tux is still hanging in the closet
and his key card shows his last entry at 2:00 a.m.
2:00 a.m., all right. Any signs of foul play?
No. But his toothbrush and bags are still there.
Have hotel security start searching the premises.
You think we're going to find another body?
More likely, Mike's our killer, and he ran off after strangling Sophie,
so put an APB out, get Mike's photos to all airports and train stations.
I'll check back with the wedding guests.
See if I can get a clearer picture of Mike and Sophie's interactions.
OK, thank you.
Or we could watch last night's festivities for ourselves.
On these handy-dandy digital video cameras.
There we are, running for our lives, right?
That's Mike giving the speech.
And that's Sophie looking away from us.
And that's when… That's when Keith decides
he's gonna slow him down a little bit, so he grabs a fire extinguisher.
- Who takes a call during a speech? - Right? Rude.
Wonder who she's talking to.
Pause that.
Does anyone else find it odd
that Sophie would leave in the middle of Mike's speech?
Maybe whoever called wanted to meet.
Yeah. But who? Everyone at the rehearsal dinner is sitting in that room.
According to the time code, that call came in at about 7:41.
Sophie's cell phone history shows the call came from hotel lobby.
Check with the hotel,
see if they have any security cameras covering the phones.
It's perfect, thanks.
Wait a minute, I know this guy. Uh, Gamble, Boyd Gamble.
- So, he's a dealer? - Mostly weed and coke back in the day.
Did a couple years for assaulting another drug dealer
who was trying to muscle in on his turf. Beat him up real bad, too.
Sounds like he's got a bad temper. Maybe he's graduated to murder.
Great. Go pick him up.
- Was that about Mike? - Uh, no. Just following up on a lead.
- Your dress is lovely, by the way. - Oh, thank you so much.
- I… It's Kate, right? - Yeah.
I feel like I know you a little. From Nikki Heat, the dedication.
- Oh. - I still read all of Rick's books.
Yeah, well, most of that book
is just a result of Castle's over active imagination.
It's funny that you call him that, "Castle."
When I knew him, he was just "Rick," fresh off his first best-seller.
Well, over active imagination or not,
I know he only dedicates his books
to people he really cares for.
Murder? What are you, nuts?
We know you met Sophie at the hotel, Boyd.
Couple hours later, she turns up dead.
You wanna tell us how that happened?
She met me in the park.
We had a mutual acquaintance who recommended my services.
She knew I could get her what she needed.
Why didn't you just sell her the drugs and be done with it?
- Why did you show up at the hotel? - Because she needed a specialty item.
I didn't have any on me, so I told her I'd call her when I did.
What specialty item?
Flunitrazepam.
Roofies?
Why would a bridesmaid need roofies?
You wanna take advantage of a guy,
knocking him unconscious kind of defeats the purpose.
Best way? Just ask.
Hello, Sheila.
Richard.
Figures you'd be at the heart of this mess.
Detective Beckett, this is Sheila Blaine, mother of the bride.
So, I guess I didn't end up homeless
or teaching at a third-rate college in New Hampshire after all.
There's still time.
I've missed our special talks.
Sheila didn't approve of struggling artists.
You must like Greg, though. He's from money, right?
It was never about the money, Richard. It was about character.
And you would know that, if you had any.
Wow!
Just imagine, if things had worked out, you'd be spending.
Thanksgivings with her.
Beckett. OK, great.
They think they found Mike. Come on.
Help! Anybody! Help!
Mr. Weitz? Mike.
Where's that bitch, Sophie? I'll kill her!
Timing very poor.
- What happened? - That little freak drugged me.
All right, Mike.
Walk me through what happened with you and Sophie last night.
She came on to me is what happened. Acted all flirty, brought me a drink.
- A drink spiked with roofies. - Yeah. Nuts, right?
I mean, who roofies a guy? All a girl has to do is ask.
- Did the two of you have history? - No.
I mean, I… I saw her last year at Greg and Kyra's engagement party.
She was definitely the kind of girl you noticed.
But, uh, no, I… I don't think we so much as even talked.
Any idea why she would want to drug you?
No clue.
Did she seem angry, nervous or scared?
No, she seemed determined.
Guess I should've known it was too good to be true, huh?
If you can think of anything else, let us know.
OK.
What was Sophie up to last night?
She went out of her way to get those drugs, she definitely had a plan.
To roofie Mike and lock him in a closet? What kind of a bizarre plan is that?
Maybe…
No. I got nothing.
Oh, dude. Catering! Grab it.
Mm-hmm.
- What are you guys doing? - I haven't eaten all day.
These potato pancakes are incredible.
You know what else is incredible?
How much information we're gonna find
once we start investigating our victim's life.
I want to know everything about Sophie Ronson
from the moment that her plane landed in New York
till the moment she was found dead.
Who she called, what she did and where she ate.
This is Detective Kate Beckett.
I need a warrant on financials for a Sophie Ronson.
Yeah.
In about an hour.
Couldn't let it go to waste.
How did you find me?
I just figured, what was the one place
where no one would think to look for you?
- At a wedding? - At your wedding.
Where's…
- Greg. - Right.
He's taking care of things. He's good at that.
So, if you don't get married, is it just a regular old cake?
It's still wedding cake.
It's tiered, got flowers, it's in a ballroom.
If things had gone as planned today,
I would be twirling around on the dance floor with my husband right about now.
Do you remember the last time we danced?
Under the clock at Grand Central Station.
You were on your way to JFK to catch a flight to London.
You were supposed to follow me.
You said you needed space.
I didn't mean forever.
So, you've done all of this before?
Twice.
And each time, did you think that she was the one?
It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
But it wasn't, was it?
Some girls would think what happened today is a sign.
The murder?
And you.
Castle?
We're on our way. I thought you might need a ride.
I should go upstairs. They'll be looking for me.
Cake?
No, thank you.
We met in college. We were together nearly three years.
- I didn't ask. - Yes. You were not asking very loudly.
She's different from your ex-wives.
What do you mean?
She's real.
I didn't think you went for real.
Tough breakup?
It was a long time ago.
- Hey. - Hey.
- You called? - Yes.
I found traces of metal in the abrasions on Sophie's back.
- What kind of metal? - I have no idea.
But I sent a sample over to the FBI lab
to see if they can narrow down the chemical signature.
We should have the results tomorrow.
If I find the object that made the wounds, you'll be able to match it?
- Absolutely. - Great. Anything else?
You tell me.
- What? - Don't "what" me. Castle's lost love.
- Yeah, what about it? - Girl, I'm gonna smack you.
You work side by side every day.
He writes a sex scene in his book about you that had me reaching for ice water.
Now Little Miss Bride shows up. Don't tell me you're not the least bit jealous.
Oh, please. You've been inhaling too many autopsy fluids.
Honey, just because you can't see what's going on,
doesn't mean everyone else doesn't see what's going on!
- Shut up! - Mm-hmm.
'Cause I see it. You may not, but I do.
There's a lot of detail
- in this love scene. - Mm-hmm.
Aren't you guys supposed to be running background checks?
- We are. - On the bride.
All day yesterday, I kept feeling like I'd heard the name Kyra Blaine before.
And then it hits me.
The dedication of Castle's second book, A Rose For Everafter.
"For Kyra Blaine, you make the stars shine."
When I'm not here, do you guys braid each other's hair
and debate who's the coolest Jonas brother?
- No. But it's totally Nick. - Absolutely Nick.
- Yeah. Kevin's the talented one. - Yeah, Nick's the cute one. Joe?
- The key card. - Mike's key card!
Hotel records indicate that Mike's key card last accessed his hotel room
at 2:00 a.m. yesterday morning.
Only he was busy passed out in the supply closet with a belly full of roofies.
So, who swiped into Mike's room?
Mike said his key card was missing when he woke up.
- Sophie must have stolen it. But why? - Thank you.
Didn't uniforms already search this room when he went missing?
Yeah. Mike said he didn't notice anything out of place.
So, what could be so important in this room
it'd be worth the trouble of drugging a man?
Maybe it wasn't this room she was trying to get into.
The only reason to unlock the door adjacent to yours is if…
You knew who your neighbor was.
Maybe Sophie only wanted to get into Mike's room
so she could get into this one.
So, whose room is this?
Castle.
Sophie's missing earring. This could be where she was killed.
Hey, what are you doing in my room?
This is crazy. I did not kill Sophie Ronson.
Then how did her earring end up in your room?
You have a chance to come clean here, Greg. If I were you, I would take it.
I got back to the room around 1:00.
I was pretty drunk.
Next thing I know, it was 2:00 in the morning
and somebody was in bed with me
and they had their hands down my pants.
I thought it was Kyra. I… I…
I figured she'd changed her mind about spending the night apart.
But it wasn't. It was Sophie.
And you figured, "What the hell, love the one you're with."
- No! - Oh, come on, Greg!
Sophie's a beautiful girl
and you were hours away from strapping on the ball and chain for life.
No. I love Kyra.
I would never cheat on her, especially with Sophie.
Why especially with Sophie?
Had you slept with her before?
Why is he here? He's a writer, not a cop.
Answer the question, Greg. Did you ever sleep with Sophie?
Once or twice.
But it was before Kyra and I even met, and we both knew that it was a mistake.
A mistake that Sophie tried to repeat. Or maybe she succeeded.
No. When I saw her, I freaked. I shoved her away, she fell on the floor.
That must've been when her earring came off.
Before I could do anything else, she ran out the door.
I mean, it all happened so fast,
it didn't… it didn't even seem like it was real.
Why didn't you say anything when you found out that Sophie was murdered?
Because I knew how it would sound.
Pretty much like it sounds right now. Like a lie.
OK, that's it. I want him gone.
He's clearly got it out for me
'cause he wants to get back in my fiancée's pants.
I'm not the murder suspect here.
I am done answering questions until he is gone.
- You don't make demands here, Greg. - Castle.
Go and see if Ryan and Esposito have come back with the forensics
from Greg's hotel room.
Now walk me through what happened again.
Hey, don't you worry
about this, Greg. I got your back covered.
Thanks, Uncle Teddy.
Can't believe you're letting him just walk out of here.
Yeah, well, I don't have enough evidence to convict him.
Don't tell me you believe that story. It's like a porn movie gone wrong.
Exactly. And if you were going to make up a story,
would you make up something like that?
So? The guy is a suit, not a storyteller. It doesn't make him any less guilty.
Look, don't get me wrong, he's still our best suspect.
I'm just not as ready to convict him of murder as you seem to be.
Is that why you kicked me out of the interrogation?
It was clear that I was going to get more out of Greg alone.
You're just too close to this case to see that.
- You mean I'm too close to her. - Yes. And you know how I know that?
If you weren't, you'd be all over the possibility
- that Kyra could have killed Sophie. - That's impossible.
See, that's not what Richard Castle would say.
He would paint a picture about the night before the wedding.
About how Kyra couldn't fall asleep and so she went down to see Greg,
only to find Sophie emerging from his room.
And the thought that her fiancé could cheat on her
the night before their wedding was too much.
And so she follows Sophie to her room and confronts her.
And when things get violent, Sophie ends up dead.
You have to stay away from her, Castle, until this case is closed.
Richard Castle, what the hell are you doing?
Nothing.
- She's getting married to another man. - It's just a picture.
No. It's a loaded gun.
- Castle. - Is everybody's wedding like this?
- Kyra… - So, my bridesmaid's dead,
my fiancé might be a murderer, and then there's you.
You've just been through a bad shock. That's all.
Will you come meet me somewhere?
- I don't think that'd be a good idea. - Please?
I just need to get out of the hotel for a little while.
If I have to listen to my mother judge me anymore,
- I might start taking hostages. - I understand completely.
How about the roof?
Our secret roof. That's perfect.
Thank you.
Oh, brother. I hope you know what you're doing, kiddo.
Yeah. Me, too.
How did you know the door would still be unlocked after all these years?
Some things never change.
We spent so much time up here that summer.
You would come over after I got out of class,
bag of food in one hand and that notebook in the other.
And then I would write and you would pretend to study.
- I wasn't pretending. - Oh?
OK, well, I just had a hard time keeping my hands off of you.
Does Greg know you're here?
He told me about Sophie in his room.
And about him and Sophie before.
He said he was sorry he didn't tell me.
Do you believe him?
- I just don't want to see you get hurt. - Hmm.
Too late.
I missed you, Rick.
And I didn't realize how much until I saw you yesterday.
I missed you, too.
What did I tell you?
- What? - Did I or did I not make myself clear?
Yes.
Do you know how much it annoys me knowing what you're doing?
Touching things that shouldn't be touched.
Yanking on things that shouldn't be yanked.
No, no. Nobody yanked on anything.
Really? Then how do you explain this?
- Huh? - Oh, don't give me that look.
I've told you a million times not to mess with my chair.
Right. No, I'm sorry. And it won't happen again.
I saw her last night.
I know.
What?
- You had me under surveillance? - Not you, Kyra.
Why would you have Kyra under surveillance?
She's a murder suspect.
Oh, no, no. See, Sophie's murder was an isolated crime of passion.
Watching Kyra after the fact would be a waste of police resources,
which we both know you would not do.
I had to make sure that you didn't do anything stupid, which you did.
We just kissed. That's all that happened.
That's all that happened for now.
Hey, the…
Everything OK?
- Yeah. - No.
OK. Financials came in on our groom. No red flags.
He actually lives pretty modest for someone with a trust fund.
- Anything back from the lab? - Nothing useful.
Greg's hair and fiber samples came back negative.
Other than the earring,
there's no physical evidence tying him to the murder.
So I retraced Sophie's steps leading up to the wedding.
She checked into the Beaumont on Friday,
but she flew into the city on Thursday morning.
What was she doing all day Thursday?
I don't know. I didn't even see her until the rehearsal dinner and
we didn't even talk.
I'm afraid I can't help you. I, uh, I barely knew the girl.
No, the first time I saw Sophie
was at the wedding breakfast on Friday morning.
I have no idea what Sophie was doing, but I'm sure it was nothing good.
Did you know that she called me after the engagement party
to ask me to pay for her flight?
- And did you? - Of course not.
I told her, "People have to make their own way."
So you have no idea what Sophie did on Thursday?
No, but guess what she was doing on Friday when I first saw her.
- What's that? - Shopping at the hotel store.
Here she is telling everybody how broke she is, and somehow,
Oh, suddenly she has money to burn.
Between the shoes, the dress, the hotel and the flight,
Sophie must have dropped three grand on this weekend, easy.
I don't know how. Her bank balance is $18
and her credit cards are maxed out.
How much did the drug dealer say she paid for the roofies?
Two hundred bucks. Cash.
Problem is, Sophie withdrew her last $100 to fly to New York.
As far as I can tell, she didn't have the 200 bucks to give.
So, who paid for the drugs?
Forget the drugs. I've been a bridesmaid six times.
How did she pay for the dress?
OK, thank you.
So, not only did Sophie pay for her flight in cash,
but she also made her last three rent payments in cash, as well.
- Any idea where it all came from? - Not yet.
So, six times a bridesmaid, huh?
You wouldn't happen to have any pictures, would you?
Who feels like watching a little bridal shop surveillance video?
Is it good? Will I be shocked?
Oh, you definitely did not see this one coming.
OK, there's Sophie.
- Greg's Uncle Teddy. - He said he barely knew her.
Oh, he definitely knew her. According to the bridal shop owner,
when Teddy was paying for the dress,
Sophie told him she wasn't sure if she could go through with it.
But Teddy said, after all he'd done for her, she couldn't back out now.
Now, I've heard of brides getting cold feet, but bridesmaids?
- Did he pay for the dress in cash? - Yeah. How'd you know?
All that cash means that Uncle Sugar Daddy
didn't want a paper trail tying him to whatever Sophie was doing for him.
Yeah, but what could it be?
And why was it so important for Sophie to go to Greg's wedding?
This is ridiculous.
You don't have enough to build a case against me,
so you go after someone else in my family?
- We're trying to get to the truth. - By hauling in my uncle?
For God's sakes, he barely knew Sophie.
And yet he paid for her $700 dress and her plane ticket out here.
He bought her dress?
If he barely knew her, why would he do that?
We heard through the grapevine that Sophie might have some trouble
making the money to come out here to the wedding.
Maybe Teddy was trying to help her out, for us.
That doesn't explain the $1,500 that he paid her the last three months.
- He was… He was paying her? - Mm-hmm.
- For what? - Some kind of deal they got going on.
We think it could have something to do
with the way she was behaving the night before your wedding.
Yeah, sure, h… he paid Sophie to roofie a groomsman
and then to climb into bed with me.
Look, we know how this sounds.
Yeah, it sounds like something out of one of Rick's little books.
Little books?
What would even be the point of that, except to mess up the wedding?
Why the hell would Teddy want that?
- That's what we're trying to find out. - Oh, my God. For God's sakes.
Next you're gonna tell me that he's in love with Kyra, too.
- What is that supposed to mean? - You guys.
You know damn well what it's supposed to mean.
No, Greg, I don't.
If you've got something to say to me, why don't you just say it?
I love Kyra, Rick. She means the world to me.
Maybe you can't see it, maybe you don't care,
but Teddy has been nothing but supportive of us the whole way.
He filed our wedding license. He helped us write our prenup.
He always looks after…
What?
I got to make a call.
Do you know how long I've been sitting in here?
I'm sorry for the wait. I hadn't had anything to eat.
- We couldn't decide on a restaurant. - What, do you think this is funny?
Do you recognize these files, Mr. Murphy?
- You went to my office? - We got a warrant first. Don't worry.
Look, a layman like you couldn't possibly understand
the financial and the legal complications of an estate like Greg's.
I think he just called you stupid.
Greg's grandparents established a trust fund that he was going to receive
on his wedding day and named you executor.
How am I doing so far?
And for the past five years you've been stealing from that fund
to fuel your expensive lifestyle.
A house in the Hamptons, a Ferrari.
A pair of top-of-the-line breast implants.
I'm assuming those aren't for you, though.
My personal life is none of your business.
It is when it leads to a murder.
- You lost a ton of money in the market. - Everybody did.
But not everybody had access to Greg's trust fund.
When you ran out of your own money, you started using his.
Burned through almost the entire two million,
and then when he called you to tell you he was getting engaged,
you panicked because you didn't have enough equity to put it back.
You realized the only way to avoid detection
was to put a stop to the wedding. But how?
Greg was clearly in love with Kyra, Kyra was in love with him.
And then you met Sophie at the engagement party
and you realized that she was the perfect instrument
to sabotage Greg's wedding because she was so desperate for money.
That's ridiculous.
The fact that she still carried a torch for Greg made it that much easier
to convince her to sneak into Greg's room in the middle of the night.
With this. Sophie's video camera.
We found this in your luggage in the hotel.
It still has Sophie's fingerprints all over it.
Only she didn't quite get the footage you were hoping for, did she?
When Greg refused Sophie's advances she had a change of heart.
She ran back to her room where you were there waiting for her.
What happened, Mr. Murphy? Did she threaten to expose you?
To tell everybody what you asked her to do?
You couldn't let that happen. And then you realized
there was another way to sabotage Greg's wedding.
- Kill a bridesmaid. - Wow. What a story.
And very well told, I might add. But that's all it is. A story.
Really?
Do you remember how I told you that we went through your luggage?
We found this tie tack. Platinum, right?
Did you know that we found trace evidence of platinum
in the wounds in Sophie's back?
You probably didn't even realize you were making them
when you were choking her from behind.
Which is why it never occurred to you to get rid
of the one piece of physical evidence that tied you to the crime.
We're sorry we kept you waiting.
Sophie, w… what are you doing?
Come on, Greg. You and me, one last time.
We were good together.
- No. Stop it. - Come on. It'll be fun!
No! What's the matter with you?
I just thought…
I'm getting married tomorrow, OK? To the woman that I love.
Teddy's plan would've worked, too,
if it weren't for the one thing he didn't count on.
Greg.
He's a good man, Kyra.
He's an honorable man.
And he loves you.
I know.
And I love him, too.
But that does not mean that I'm not gonna think about you
from time to time.
You better.
Of all the murders, in all the cities, at all the weddings,
and you walk into mine.
I'm glad I did.
Thank you, Rick.
He's all yours.
D Movin' closer, movin' quicker ♪
♪ It's like a love song It's too big to miss d.
If any person can show just cause
as to why these two may not be joined together,
let them speak now or forever hold their peace.
By the power vested in me by the state of New York,
I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.
D One step forward But to steps are better ♪
♪ Time goes slower But m heart beats quicker ♪
♪ There's nothing that's sure To be bigger than this ♪
♪ I wanna live like It's something too shout ♪
♪ I wanna look like I figured it out ♪
♪ I wanna love love love love love ♪
♪ I wanna love ♪